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The
French Lesson
By
Wolfboy
Debbie
fights against a sultry French opponent in a rules catfight.
‘Steve, you speak some French don’t you?’ Debbie had
asked me one morning.
‘Sure, a little’ I had replied,’Why?’
‘Oh, I might have an opponent lined up who’s visiting
from France. It’s in the summer holidays, so I think Emma will be able to second
me, but I thought it would be a nice touch if I sent her the house rules
translated in to French. Think you’d be able to do it?’
‘Sure’ I had agreed ‘I think I’ll be able to manage it’
‘OK’ Debbie smiled ‘I was hoping that you’d say that.
Would you mind acting as my manager to help me get it all set up please? I’ve
written down my rules, and put the date for the match and her email address on
there. Her name’s Sophie, get in touch with her and see what you can sort out’
Debbie’s rules were written down as follows.
The match will be a rules
catfight fought as follows. 2 periods of 10 minutes followed by an unlimited
period of fighting. Break but immediately continue after a submission in rounds
1 or 2. Submit the match rules in period 3. No punches or kicks to the head,
anything else goes. No attacks to areas covered by clothing. Match to be held 10th
August at 6PM.
My translation came out as.
La match sera un combat de coqs regles se sont battus
comme suit. 2 periodes de 10 minutes suivie d’une periode illimitee de la lute
contre. Pause, mais immediatement après continuera presenter dans les periodes 1
et 2. Soumettre les regles correspondant a la periode 3. Pas de coups de poing
ou de pied a le tete rien d’autre va. Pas de greves ni les griffes pour les
zones courertes par les vetements. Match qui aura lieu le 10 aout a 18:00.
I was quite proud of my work, but I figured I’d include
the English version as well just in case as I emailed it off to
SophieL’wren@sophienet.com and awaited a reply in my role as match maker. It was
as short wait as the reply came through within hours from Sophie, the French
fighter that Debbie was going to face. Her reply was –
‘Hi Steve, it’s OK for you to email me in English, but
thanks for making the effort. I understand the rules and I accept the terms. I
also have no problem with the time or venue for the match.
I do have one request though which I am going to make.
See if you can work out what I mean and then you can check with Debbie for me.
‘Je veux baiser votre lutteur si je gagne’
Love, Sophie x’
It didn’t take me too long to realise that this meant ‘I
want to fuck your fighter if I win’. I realised that decision was well out of my
league, so I popped round to see Debbie to gauge her reaction to this. I was
surprised to find that she was completely relaxed about it. ‘If she wins, that’s
fine’ she replied before seeing the confused look on my face and carrying on
‘It’s not that unusual in a catfight Steve. I’ve been in one before which I won,
and it doesn’t interest me, but fair enough, if that’s her thing, I’m OK with
it. A lot of the time, it’s just a psychological thing that fighters use to
throw their opponents from their game plan’
‘OK I’ll let her know then’ I replied ‘She’s OK with
everything else, so I guess it’s on in that case’
I replied to Sophie to say that Debbie accepted her
request and was fine with that happening if Sophie won. Sophie replied to say
that she was pleased and would see us in a couple of weeks for the match.
A couple of days later, I got the invite I’d hoped for
from Debbie who said ‘I’ve been thinking Steve, and I think that you should
second me against Sophie rather than Emma. I don’t think seeing her mother
screwed by a French lesbian would be the best thing if I lose. Sophie isn’t
bringing a second either, so the fact that you speak French will be a bonus. Are
you OK with that?’
‘I’d be honoured’ I replied, probably just a little too
quickly to be honest, but Debbie smiled and my invite was in place
‘The other reason I’m going to ask you to second me is
that Emma wants to start fighting herself as well. It means she won’t be able to
second me soon anyway as you can’t have an active fighter as your second. It’s a
kind of unwritten rule. I don’t want her carrying any grudges on my behalf that
will get her in over her head too soon either, so if you’re interested, I have
two offers for you. I’d like you to be my full time second from now on, but I’d
also really like you to manage Emma. She won’t listen to me, but she really
likes you so I think you’ll get through to her. Would you do it to help me out
please?’
‘I’d love to do it Debbie, you’d probably better tell me
what I need to do though. I makes sense for me to know everything I suppose?’ I
replied
‘OK, well in terms of seconding me, I’ll arrange my own
matches, choose my opponents, rules all that sort of stuff. All you’ll have to
do is turn up and look after me on the day. With Emma, you’ll need to do a bit
more, at least at first, so I’d like you to help her come up with her own rules,
find opponents, arrange referees and so on. Then you get to second her as well.
I’ll help you with contacts and all that – there’s some websites you can go on
to find opponents as soon as we register you as her manager. I can’t do much
more because of the rules, but I’ll always be around for you to check your ideas
with if you want. Best advice I can give you though is to manage her like she’s
your girlfriend, you won’t go far wrong if you do that’
‘Well, I’m happy to give it a go, when do you want me to
start?’ I asked
‘Straight away if you can. I’ve already arranged her some
training sessions with a friend. Then you’ll need to set up her first proper
match. Talk it through with her. She’s fine with you managing her, so I’m sure
you’ll work it all out.’
‘Fair enough. Anything you need me to do for your next
match’ I asked
‘Not really’ Debbie had replied, before thinking ‘I guess
ice packs might be an idea actually Steve. I’ve a feeling that our French friend
is going to go after my pussy somehow’ Debbie smiled ‘Other than that, no, just
come over about 5ish on the night’
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Match day arrived, and again I had managed to sneak in to
my next door neighbour’s house – something I was becoming quite adept at now. My
duties for the evening were to greet Sophie and show her the ring and the
changing room. I was also to be on hand when Tara explained the rules just in
case there were any translation issues.
The first part of that was easy enough. With Debbie
starting to prepare for the match, I had shown Sophie the ring area, and then to
the changing room in the basement. I asked Sophie if she needed to know
anything, but she replied ‘I don’t think so thank you, just tell your fighter I
hope she’s ready for me’. I told her I would, and thought that Sophie seems a
confident woman. I hoped that this contest was going to be at least as good as
the last match I had seen.
About 5 minutes before match time, Debbie appeared in the
basement, and again she looked stunning in her black leather outfit – black
leather hotpants and a leather crop top that laced up between her breasts. She
certainly didn’t look like a woman about to engage in a fight. For that matter,
neither did Sophie as Tara called her to the ring from her dressing room. Unlike
Shelly Sands, she clearly had no intention of using the rules to her advantage –
she wore a pair of black hotpants with a gold stripe, black fingerless gloves
and a pair of wide red braces that partially covered her breasts. In short, she
was smoking hot!
Tara called both women together in the centre of the ring
to make sure that both were clear on the rules. She began ‘I think there’s a
couple of points of order that are worth clarifying ladies. Sophie’s braces will
be treated as a bra top for the purposes of the rules, so Debbie you can’t
attack her breasts until you remove the braces. The final fall is submit the
match rules, and I will stop the match if I consider one of you unable to defend
yourself. The final point is accepted that should Sophie win she gets to fuck
Debbie in the centre of the ring. Sophie, I presume you have everything you need
for that? She asked the Frenchwoman who’s reply was a nod and a smile.
‘OK’ Tara continued ‘For the record, this match is held
under Debbie McArthur’s rules. Debbie is 38 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall,
144lbs, 36c-26-36 and has a 13 and 5 record. Sophie is 25 years old, 5 feet 6
inches tall, 142lbs, 36dd-27-37 and has a perfect 6 and zero record. OK ladies
are you ready? Then fight!’
The match was a slow burner for the first couple of
minutes with Sophie happy to aim a few half-hearted body punches which Debbie
rode comfortably while Debbie concentrated her attacks on slapping the French
fighter in the face when she strayed in to range. Debbie landed a stinging slap
to Sophie’s face which seemed to leave Sophie cornered, but the French woman
used a well placed knee to the stomach to force Debbie back briefly. As Debbie
came in again, Sophie feinted with a slap to the head, before firing a head butt
in to Debbie’s stomach which doubled Debbie over just in time to receive a slap
to the throat. Debbie went down, and Sophie was able to catch her in a full body
pin, Debbie’s face partly smothered by Sophie’s stomach as she pinned her to the
mat.
Debbie was in a little trouble, but was able to fire a
few punches in to Sophie’s side, forcing the break. Sophie was quick to her feet
and rushed Debbie again with a clothesline that knocked her down, and then a
handful of hair helped Sophie ram Debbie’s head in to the padded ring post which
knocked Debbie to the mat. Another handful of hair pulled Debbie pack to her
feet where Sophie waist locked her before delivering an atomic drop, knee
connecting perfectly with crotch – all legal as it was not a punch or claw.
Debbie remained standing just long enough for the French minx to push her to the
mat, and follow in with a well applied grapevine pin, testing out Debbie’s thigh
muscles.
Using one hand to pin both of Debbie’s arms above her
head, Sophie ramped up the pressure by applying a low stomach claw right on the
waistband of Debbie’s hot pants. It was borderline as to whether the move was
legal, but Debbie did not complain so Tara allowed the fingers and nails of
Sophie to do their work, forcing the first submission after a little over 6
minutes. Sophie broke both holds in accordance with the rules and used Debbie’s
hair to bring her back to her feet where she was trapped in a bear hug. Again,
Debbie was in trouble as it seemed the French woman was stronger than she
looked. Debbie let out a cry of pain as Sophie poured on the pressure, before
launching a series of slaps to the Sophie’s body forcing her to break the hold,
and Debbie wisely tied up the retreating French woman in a headlock, flipping
her to the mat and lying across her chest cranking on her neck.
It was easy for Debbie to slip the brace off Sophie’s
left breast, and as she did so, she went straight to work driving her knuckles
in the large target of Sophie’s DD breast. Sophie groaned, but to her credit
refused to buckle under the assault as the round ran out with Sophie leading 1-0
having been on the receiving end for just the last minute or so of the round.
Debbie came back to the corner and grabbed one of the ice
packs to cool the pain between her legs from the atomic drop. Sophie meanwhile
was rubbing her breast, but otherwise looked OK. Over in her corner, she removed
a 12 inch strap on dildo from her bag, leaving it suggestively by the ring.
‘I think you need to get on top of her straight away this
round Debbie’ I said ‘ She wants a slow pace and to be able to pick her spots to
attack, so I think you almost have to swarm her’
‘Thanks Steve’ Debbie replied ‘ I couldn’t get going at
all in that round so I think you might be right’ Debbie kissed me and made her
way back into the ring to start round 2 of the fight. Tara checked both women
were OK, and then the fight was back on.
This time I was pleased to see that following my advice,
Debbie went straight after Sophie with a series of ramrod straight jabs catching
the French girl’s magnificent tits. Sophie backed up, and was soon trapped in
the corner where she shied away from a body punch only to find herself snap
mared to the mat with Debbie moving in to catch her in a school girl pin. A
tight handful of hair saw Debbie pull Sophie’s face up in to the crotch, before
Sophie managed to wrap her legs around Debbie’s shoulders pulling her off
balance. Debbie was able to keep her legs wrapped around Sophie’s head though,
catching the French Woman in a fiercely applied head scissor while quickly
slipping the other brace away from Sophie’s tits.
A handful of hair made sure that Sophie was going nowhere
as Debbie flexed her powerful thighs bringing a submission from Sophie just two
minutes into the round. Debbie broke the scissor, but moved quickly to catch
Sophie, legally, in a reverse face pin, trapping her arms with her legs as she
did so. Sophie’s body was laid bare to Debbie’s attacks to both breasts
interspersed with some hard body punches. Sophie bridged, and Debbie took the
chance to slip Sophie’s hot pants part way down her legs exposing her shaved
crotch. Debbie took the attack back to Sophie’s body with another round of hard
body punching which again had Sophie tapping the mat in submission. Debbie broke
again, this time allowing Sophie the chance to remove her hot pants and continue
the match naked except for her gloves.
The respite gave Sophie a brief chance to regroup, before
it seemed that Debbie was on top of her again trapping her briefly in a body
scissor which Sophie escaped by digging her nails in to Debbie’s thighs. Debbie
released the hold, but Sophie was able to grab her by the hair, forcing her to
the mat, and into a smothering body pin with Sophie’s stomach covering Debbie’s
face. It was clear that Sophie was working away under the hold to unlace
Debbie’s top while Debbie’s arms were trapped under her body. Sophie dextrously
unlaced the top with her left hand before slowly working a choke hold under the
smothering pin forcing Debbie to submit again, making the match 2-2 with almost
3 minutes left in the session. As Sophie broke the hold she quickly finished
unlacing her top, removing it to expose Debbie’s breasts.
A quickly applied waist lock saw Sophie get her second
atomic drop of the match in on Debbie who dropped to the mat finding herself
back in the same grapevine pin of round one. Debbie was able to secure a bear
hug from underneath Sophie, pulling her in close to her body to deny her the
chance to apply the claw hold, but the grapevine stayed in place, punishing
Debbie’s thighs. Still Sophie was unable to add to the grapevine and the match
appeared to be stuck in stalemate until Sophie got her teeth in Debbie’s left
breast. Debbie screamed and grabbed Sophie by the hair, but with the bear hug
broken, Sophie had room to apply her claw hold again, fingers and nails
attacking Debbie’s stomach just above her hot pants. Debbie yelled with pain,
and losing her grip on Sophie’s hair allowed her to apply the full power to her
grapevine, forcing Debbie to tap out, and Sophie was 3-2 in the lead with just
seconds left in round 2.
Sophie broke the hold and used the remainder of the round
to remove Debbie’s hot pants before time ran out. It was clear that the claw
hold had taken its toll on Debbie, as the marks from Sophie’s nails were clear
as she came back to the corner and I took the towel and spray gun to her naked
body. ‘Looks like you’re going to get an unscheduled lesbian sex show Steve’ she
laughed as she spotted Sophie toying with her strap on in the corner.
‘Rubbish’ I replied ‘She’s all bluster, I think she’s
tired. You have to stay away from the claw hold though, I doubt she’s going to
apply it to your stomach now you’re naked’
Tara called both women back to the ring again, Sophie
tying her strap on to the ropes as she climbed back in to the ring. ‘Ok ladies’
Tara said ‘Sophie leads by 3 to 2 after 2 rounds. This fall is submit the match
rules though, so next submission wins. Only punches and kicks to the head are
now illegal. Sophie will get to fuck Debbie if she wins. Ok ladies, fight!’
Round 3 started badly for Debbie. A body punch attempt
missed giving Sophie the chance to whip her face first to the corner post.
Debbie was still in the corner as Sophie drove a knee to her back, and then took
her hair to drive her head first to the ring post again. Debbie would have gone
down I’m sure, but Sophie slipped a hand between her legs to lift her up for a
body slam which got the job done.
Sophie rolled Debbie on to her stomach before applying a
camel clutch to Debbie, positioning her so she was looking straight at the strap
on. Debbie yelled ‘no’ as Tara checked in for a submission. Sophie’s reply was
to reach round and claw Debbie’s breasts. ‘No’ was still the answer as Tara
asked again before Sophie released the hold with a stomp to Debbie’s lower back.
Sophie took her time as Debbie came back to her feet,
circling behind her to apply a sleeper hold and body scissor combination. Tara
was quick to ask if Debbie gave again, but Debbie told her no and started to
fire elbows back at Sophie’s body, slowly gaining release from the hold.
Both women came back to their feet where Debbie caught
the on-rushing Sophie with a perfect uppercut to the chest which stopped her in
her tracks. A flying body tackle took her to the mat with Debbie sitting on top
of her, and trying to secure a face pin which Sophie blocked her from doing.
Debbie slapped her hard in the face, and then grabbed her hair with both hands,
slamming the back of Sophie’s head to the mat. The opening was in place for the
face pin which Debbie applied, before Sophie’s flexibility saw her again able to
wrap her legs around Debbie’s shoulders to force her off.
Now, Debbie found herself trapped face down on the mat
trapped in a body scissor while Sophie raked her nails down her arse. Debbie
screamed again but refused to submit, even as Sophie punched her in the crotch
from behind before breaking the scissor hold and bringing Debbie to her feet by
the hair. Sophie tossed Debbie across the mat, and Debbie hit hard, but was
still aware enough to roll clear of Sophie’s attempted follow up splash.
Sophie was winded by her miss, and Debbie was also slow
to get back to her feet – the pace was clearly taking its toll on both ladies
who exchanged slaps to the face before Debbie caught Sophie with a one-two punch
combination to the stomach. Sophie fell to the mat, and seemed to finally be a
spent force as Debbie dropped a knee to her crotch and then tied her up in a
dragon sleeper / body scissor combination.
Tara moved in to ask Sophie if she submitted and she
weakly replied ‘yes’ quickly adding ‘the match’ at which point Debbie released
her and rolled away from her, lying on the mat for a couple of minutes before
coming back to the corner.
I hugged her and told her that she ‘was fantastic’ before
sitting her down and cleaning her up.
o
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Later on that night, I was last to leave after seeing out
Sophie and Tara. On the way out, Debbie asked me if I was free at the weekend.
‘Sure’ I replied ‘Why?’
‘Oh, Emma’s back from Uni for the weekend, and she’s
going to do some training with an old friend of mine. I figure you two should
get together and work out how you’re going to get her career started’
‘No problem’ I replied ‘I can come over on Sunday, is
that OK?’
‘Should be fine, she’s training on Sunday, so you can see
if she’s any good as well’
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