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Win or quit
By Wolfboy
Debbie’s last
match??
With a few weeks to spare before Emma would be able to
fight again as she was away at University, I set my mind towards finding her
mother, Debbie, a new opponent. My dilemma was that if Debbie lost, she was
going to quit catfighting. I might have been a little selfish, but I didn’t want
that to happen. The other problem was that while I was in charge of picking an
opponent, I wasn’t going to get away with a novice opponent as Debbie would
surely check that before accepting the match.
In the end, I felt that I had found the perfect opponent
in Helene Olsen, a Danish woman who had been working in England for a few years.
Her record looked impressive with 12 wins and only 2 losses. She also outweighed
Debbie by 15 lbs, so she seemed to be a tough opponent. I felt that her record
was OK, but I wasn’t entirely sure it stood up to close scrutiny and that Debbie
would probably beat her. Still, to my delight, Debbie accepted Helene as an
opponent, and I fixed everything up for the following month.
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Match day arrived, and having convinced Debbie that
everything was in hand, she disappeared upstairs to change for the match while I
let Helene, her sister and Tara into the house. With that accomplished, I showed
Helene’s sister (who was acting as her second) down to the basement where we
waited along with Tara for the two fighters to enter the ring.
We didn’t have to wait long for Debbie to appear. She was
clearly anxious to get the match underway, but still looked stunning wearing a
black mini skirt and thong along with a black strappy top which had diamond
shaped holes in it helping to show off her cleavage. With Debbie in the ring,
Tara called Helene out to the ring, and the raven-haired Dane appeared wearing a
black leather and lace teddy.
Tara wasted little time getting the two women to the
centre of the ring to run down the rules. ‘OK ladies, we have a rules catfight
to a slightly revised version of Debbie’s house rules. The rule change is that
there will be one 15 minute round followed by an unlimited period with submit
the match rules. I think you both understand the other rules?’ Tara asked,
receiving nods of confirmation from both women. ‘OK then, Debbie is 38 years
old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 145 lbs and measures 36c-26-36. Her record is 15 wins
and 7 defeats. Helene is 40 years old, 5 feet 9 inches tall, 160 lbs, and
measures 38c-27-36. Her record is 12 wins and 2 losses. OK ladies, if you’re
ready, fight!’
Helene went straight onto the offensive at the start of
the match, bullying Debbie back into the corner with a grip of her hair. In the
corner, Helene leaned into Debbie, using her weight to pin her in, while driving
home a couple of stomach punches. Debbie was able to fire back a knee lift in to
the Dane’s stomach, and Helene backed away, allowing Debbie to escape from the
corner. Helene continued her early dominance of the match, backing Debbie back
into the corner by the hair again before shoulder tackling her against the
corner post. Debbie was winded, and was trapped in a front headlock by Helene,
who took the chance to roll Debbie’s skirt up to her stomach, exposing her thong
before sliding a hand between her legs to body slam Debbie to the mat.
A full body splash across Debbie’s stomach followed, and
then Helene brought her back to her feet before delivering a kick to the
stomach. As Debbie doubled forward, Helene trapped her head between her thighs,
then waist locking Debbie, she lifted her into an inverted bear hug. Helene’s
arms ground into Debbie’s stomach, while the blood rushed to her head. It was no
surprise that Debbie soon indicated her first submission with the match a little
over 3 minutes old.
Helene broke the hold, setting Debbie back on her feet
before clotheslining her to the mat. With Debbie down, Helene pinned her with a
reverse schoolgirl pin, and slid Debbie’s skirt off her body. A body punch
followed before Debbie was able to reach her opponents long hair and pulled
hard, forcing Helene off her and to the mat. Both women were back on their feet,
and Debbie caught Helene with a couple of hard slaps to the face before Helene
was able to retaliate with a punch to Debbie’s stomach from distance which
Debbie half blocked before rushing Helene and tackling her to the mat.
Helene rolled as Debbie fell on to her, and the Dane
briefly found herself on top of Debbie before Debbie forced herself to roll the
bigger woman. Once she gained top position, Debbie applied a grapevine, and
Helene was pinned with her legs spread wide. An attempted breast smother from
Debbie proved ineffective and she could not shift her position enough to get her
breasts into Helene’s face, but she was able to land a couple of punches to
Helene’s stomach followed by a stinging flurry of face slaps. It was clear that
Helene was troubled by the attacks as her little squeals of pain gave the game
away. She was taken by surprise though as Debbie released the grapevine, quickly
springing forward to sit on her face, and the equalising submission was
forthcoming midway through the round.
Debbie released the face sit before bringing Helene to
her feet by the hair. A hard Irish Whip into the corner post dropped Helene back
to the mat, and Debbie was back in charge, catching Helene in a head scissor
from behind. A double handful of the Dane’s long hair helped Debbie secure the
hold while her strong thighs went to work, squeezing hard, and rapidly bringing
a second screaming submission from Helene. Debbie released the hold, and again
used the Dane’s hair to bring her to her feet before again whipping her into the
corner. Helene sagged in the corner, her arms draped across the ropes as Debbie
came back in with a knee to the stomach before untying the halter top of
Helene’s teddy which fell away from her breasts. Debbie slapped her hard in both
breasts, then threw her hard to the mat by her hair where she applied a body
scissor and sleeper hold to Helene who responded by sinking her nails into
Debbie’s thighs, swiftly gaining her release from the hold.
‘Five minutes left in the round’ Tara told both women as
Debbie stalked Helene round the ring, the Dane fighting defensively now to keep
Debbie at bay with a series of jabs and kicks aimed to the stomach. Few had any
impact, but Debbie had to time her attacks carefully, ducking inside to land
stomach punches as she backed Helene into the ropes. Helene fired back with a
slap though, and as Debbie backed away, she grabbed the front of her top causing
it to rip. Debbie was forced back into Helene’s arms as the Dane trapped her
briefly in a standing breast smother before Debbie’s knee to her stomach broke
the hold.
The defensive style continued to frustrate Debbie a
little as time expired in the first round. Debbie was on top, but hardly
dominant. She returned to the corner happy enough with how the fight was going.
‘I think she must be tiring’ Debbie said as she stripped
off her thong and the remains of her ripped top, ‘She’s a strong girl, but she’s
fighting really defensively now’.
‘Take your time’ I advised, towelling Debbie’s naked body
down, ‘I think you’re probably right, but make sure she’s not suckering you in’.
‘Don’t worry Steve’ Debbie smiled. ‘I’ve no intention of
walking into anything from her. It might take a while if she fights like that,
but I’m patient!’
Tara called the two, now naked, women back into the ring
to start round two reminding them that Debbie lead 2-1, but that it was also
largely irrelevant as the next submission would win it, and then round 2 started
how round 1 had ended – Debbie stalking Helene while the two traded long range
attacks with little effect.
It was fully 5 minutes before Debbie trapped Helene
briefly in the corner to deliver a salvo of body punches, further sapping the
Danish fighter’s energy. Eventually, Helene was able to push Debbie away, but
although Debbie over balanced and fell to the mat, it was clear Helene was
tiring as she leant in the corner instead of following up. Debbie came back to
her feet, slowly stalking Helene who was against the ropes. As Debbie came in,
Helene caught her with a slap to the breasts, but Debbie slammed home a knee to
the pit of the stomach followed by a second to the crotch, and Helene dropped to
the mat in the corner.
I was pretty confident that this was going to be the end
of the match as Debbie applied a grapevine/breast smother to the ailing Dane
whose laboured breathing was muffled by Debbie’s breasts. ‘Do you submit?’ Tara
asked her, but Helene refused at first, only to change her mind when Debbie went
in for the crotch claw. As Helene signalled her submission, Debbie released the
hold and came back to the corner to celebrate her win.
Helene had been gracious in defeat after the match, and
had been happy to talk through the match for a while before she had left.
‘You picked well Steve’ Debbie had said to me afterwards.
‘She was tough at the start, but it didn’t last. You knew that would probably
happen though didn’t you?’
‘You’ve got me there’ I admitted ‘I thought you’d win,
and I know it’s selfish, but I didn’t want you to finish with fighting just
yet!’
‘It’s OK’ she laughed’ I didn’t exactly want to quit
myself just yet either. In fact I’ve got a plan for my last few matches,
probably starting in 12-18 months time. I’ve a plan for 5 or 6 matches – one
against the top ranked fighter in this country, one against Shelly Sands to
settle that, a sexfight, and a heavyweight opponent. I’d like to fight someone
famous as well, but I’m not sure how that would happen?’
‘Hang on’ I said ‘Sexfight!? And
that’s only 5 matches, what’s the 6th?’
‘Don’t worry, you’ll get to watch the sexfight!’ Debbie
smiled ‘The other match is going to be against you! I thought it would be useful
for you to understand what the matches are like to help you with Emma.’
‘OK I guess’ I said ‘I’ve never done anything like it
before though, so you’ll probably kick my arse!’
‘Don’t worry’ Debbie laughed ‘It’s a while away yet, and
I’m sure you can persuade Emma to show you a few moves. She already knows about
the plan by the way!’
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