A Welcome in the Valleys

The Welsh wonder Debbie Lewis had developed into quite an accomplished grappler predominantly in the ring but on occasion in the more private apartment scene. Her record was turning into quite an impressive read although a couple of defeats had slowed her progress down. A revival in her fortunes had seen her climbing the rankings again and a chance meeting with MR when she refereed the titanic tag match between his Lincolnshire Lovelies and Beaker's Sisterhood had given her a new challenge. Debbie was keen to take a crack at MR's number one girl Dawn and he was keen to see the Welsh Lass grapple having seen the way she controlled the tag match and made the arrangements with Beaker.

A couple of weeks later the Welsh lovely accompanied by her promoter made her way to the north east of England on a Friday evening and a pleasant evening in a smart hotel. A quiet Saturday with a short shopping mission to complete an outfit before calling at the host's house for the evening's event. MR opened the door and welcomed the visitors from the south and everyone exchanged pleasantries before the two women went away to change for the forthcoming bout. A number of other couples arrived to watch the bout eager to see Dawn maintain her winning streak and as preparation for the ladies present prior to their first bouts.

A few drinks were consumed before the two wrestlers emerged ready for the contest a straight forward apartment wrestling match no punching, gouging or biting and as Dawn reminded all no hair pulling a real personal hate of hers. Dawn was wearing a well cut swimsuit a patterned marine blue and white almost cloud like high on the hip and deep in the cleavage her hair was tied back in a ponytail and her out fit was finished with white wrestling boots. Debbie wore an equally sexy swimsuit in vivid red with green trim red fishnet tights and green boots finished her attire with her blonde hair also tied back in a ponytail. Her face though was painted with a red dragon wings extended across her forehead a flame line down her nose and tail looping down her cheek the decoration giving her a slightly sinister look that drew admiring comment from some of the audience. The women faced each other as MR reiterated the rules a break of two minutes would be permitted post any score otherwise the bout would continue until one woman scored five pins or submissions or the other gave up.

The two men readied their charges MR massaging Dawn's shoulders calmed his number one, "How are you feeling, darling ready for battle?" "Oh yes another one for the win column look at the stupid face paint what does she think she is?" replied the blonde flicking her arms and legs to loosen up. "I don't really know although she has quite an impressive record mainly in the ring although she has had some apartment experience she won't be a pushover." Across the room Beaker was giving a similar massage to the Welsh girl, "Interesting make up." "Do you like it, came from an idea Michelle had. Maybe it will psyche her out." "I don't think so but it has certainly had an effect on the woman called Casey over there who's keen to wrestle." Debbie glanced at the tall busty brunette sat on the settee and recognised a potential future opponent. Beaker did not mention that he had already seen the brunette on the mat in her debut match, a heavy defeat to his own wife Jackie, although he did know that MR wanted to get her back on the mat as soon as possible and that could well be against Debbie. That though was for another day and he brought his attention back to the Welsh Dragon against the English Rose that was about to start. "Remember," he cautioned Debbie, "Dawn is very experienced in this type of bout so use your strength and power to slow her down early." "So I can use them later with you, handsome," she giggled squeezing his arm. Across the mat Dawn was getting tense as she always did in the few minutes before any contest as she mentally prepared herself. Mr knew the signs and gave her a quick hug, "Go get her champ you're the better grappler know send another one of his team packing." "Oh, I will I owe him for what his wife did to Casey and then she's mine."

MR walked to the centre of the mat and announced the start of the bout with both women exchanging a short handshake before he retired and the fight was on. The two women circled slowly their boots squeaking as they moved Dawn flexing her fingers raised her arms in an offer of a strength test. Debbie gladly accepted the offer and brought her own arms up and their hands locked and suddenly they strained against each other arms moving wide and their bodies touched as they put Herculean efforts into the first minutes of the match. Slowly Debbie took charge her arms began to push Dawn's down and the English girl's limbs started to shake as Debbie piled the pressure on and suddenly with a groan Dawn's knees hit the mat. "That's it bitch grovel," hissed Debbie twisting Dawn's hands piling on the pain. The Welsh wildcat twisted her captive's arms and moved behind Dawn pulling the arms across her face and chest in a scarf hold controlling the English woman on the mat. Debbie then placed her right foot between Dawn's shoulder blades while still pulling her arms back causing the hurt to increase. Dawn moaned as Debbie's boot pushed painfully into her back her own arms were crushing her nose and digging into her throat as the Welsh girl controlled the starting moments of the bout.

Debbie glanced over at Casey and asked, "Want some?" Casey did not respond to the Welsh woman instead offered support for her friend, "Come on Dawn fight her." Debbie laughed and with drew her foot only to replace it by dropping her knee between Dawn's shoulders driving her face down to the mat. Dawn hit the ground and was swiftly twisted by Debbie as the Welsh woman who retained her grip on the blonde's left arm, twisting the limb into an arm lock. Dawn's now freed right arm slapped the mat as Debbie knelt on her back her right knee pressing down hard between the shoulders and Dawn's own left arm twisted across the Welsh girl's thigh. Debbie used her own right hand to reach down and grab Dawn's chin and she pulled back hard on the woman's head and asked with contempt, "Want to give up, champ?" Dawn was furious with herself and helpless in the woman's hands and reluctantly signalled her submission.

MR was in shock his number one girl had surrendered in less than three minutes to the Welsh woman who stood triumphant arm aloft as she returned to Beaker leaving Dawn lying on the mat. The English woman slowly climbed to her feet her face flushed with embarrassment as she walked back to MR, "Are you ok?" he asked. "What do you think I didn't touch her and I'm one down how do you think I feel?" "Hey, calm down get it together so she has a little body strength use your wrestling ability to get back into it." "Sorry I'm just bloody annoyed," replied the blonde hugging him before taking a drink from the offered bottle. Across the mat Debbie was triumphant and her hug with Beaker was much more animated, "Champ, some champ more of a chump that was easy." "Great start but there's still a way to go I think you caught her cold so beware when you restart." "Beware the tramp has met her match and I'm going to demolish her in front of her friends then I want a piece of the fat cow sat over there on her big arse." Beaker glanced at Casey and received a knowing smile in return a point not missed on the Welsh woman. "So she fancies you as well more reason to pummel her as well." "I don't think so she's big mates with Dawn I barely know her. Any way there's other things to do first like winning this match." "Right and that won't take long," said Debbie as she focused on her opponent again, "Ready for some more then?" she called to Dawn.

Both MR and Dawn looked up at the taunt, "Oh I'm ready come on you Welsh tart," snapped Dawn standing and turning to face her opponent. "Well ladies let's resume then shall we," offered MR stepping back as Debbie threw her towel to Beaker and stood to meet her rival as the needle increased. Dawn was bubbling in anger and stormed across the mat towards Debbie who waited for her and then neatly sidestepped delivering a snap kick to the blonde's midsection. Dawn stopped dead in her tracks hands clutching her stomach as her lungs emptied of air and then suddenly she was eating the mat again as Debbie's elbow slammed between her shoulder blades driving her to the floor. Dawn immediately rolled to her back remembering the previous assault but the Welsh girl was ready and Dawn looked up into a red tight clad thigh growing in her vision.

The leg drop crashed across her face crushing her nose drawing a screech of agony from the Northern lass. Debbie was swiftly to her feet and pulled Dawn upright by a quick wristlock and Irish Whipped her back to the mat almost in one fluid movement drawing a cheer of support from Beaker and one of the couples watching. Debbie retained her grip on Dawn's right wrist and placed her own left foot in the flattened girl's arm pit before sitting down herself on the mat immediately stretching Dawn's arm to its limit. Again Dawn's free hand was slapping the mat as Debbie dominated the action much to the surprise of the two men who had visions of a close contest. Debbie shuffled slightly and grabbed Dawn's right ankle and twisted sharply turning Dawn away from her and shifting her foot to the small of the woman's back a classic bow and arrow hold. Dawn screeched in agony as Debbie worked her over in the back again before the Welsh girl called, "Give?" Dawn shook her head eyes tight shut as she gritted her teeth against the pain but it was almost inevitable as Debbie shoved her foot hard into the woman's spine that the submission had to come and ten seconds later Dawn screamed her second surrender of the contest. "Wow 2-0," said Beaker as the Welsh siren returned to her corner beads of sweat on her brow testament to the effort she was giving to the match. "She's all mine now I think you could say her champion title is slipping," cooed Debbie with a wide smile on her face.

Across the room a very different atmosphere prevailed as MR met his girl, "Unlucky she's caught you cold twice don't let her wind you up that's a pro ring trick get you angry and you make mistakes." "I'm angry alright she's creaming me on my patch we're supposed to be showing Casey how easy the Welsh tart would be for her next match and instead I'm getting a thrashing." "Look Dawn you are a better wrestler use your ability on the mat to take charge she's going to be cocky and over confident control your temper and channel the aggression and you'll get back into it," offered MR as he towelled her down and gave her a drink.

The next session was soon upon them with the few spectators sitting on the edge of their seats in anticipation half expecting Debbie to wipe the champion out completely in the third session the other half praying for a turn round in fortunes as MR called for the action to recommence. Debbie confidently bounced on to the mat, "Come on loser let's finish this," goaded the Welsh girl beckoning Dawn on. Dawn moved more cautiously and offered her hands raised towards the Welsh woman. "Ha, you think you've got stronger," sneered the Welsh lass accepting a second test of strength with disdain. The hands locked and almost instantly Dawn was on her knees before her opponent who laughed out loud for about two seconds before Dawn's head rudely interrupted the taunt as the blonde butted Debbie firmly in the stomach. Dawn stood up as Debbie folded forward picking the Welsh girl up in a fireman's lift as she did so and she started to spin before dropping her to the mat face first. Debbie landed badly and was on hands and knees when Dawn followed up with a swift kick to the stomach that lifted the Welsh girl up and over on to her back where she lay moaning holding her stomach. Dawn did not wait for an invitation and threw herself on top of the woman in a full body splash winding her even more before she span round and pulled Debbie's head between her thighs into a head scissors.

Debbie's hands flew from her stomach to the thighs wrapped tightly around her head as Dawn crossed her ankles and straightened her legs to increase the pressure. The Welsh girl's head went red as Dawn demonstrated control for the first time in the match, "That's it Dawn crush the bitch," called Casey getting excited as her friend showed her grappling skill. It was Debbie's turn to thump the mat in frustration her feet beating a steady tattoo as she struggled to prise Dawn's legs apart. Dawn pushed her body up from the mat in an effort to increase the pressure with her legs rigidly straight but Debbie refused to give in, "So be it you'll just suffer then," said Dawn still applying the hold with vigour. Debbie suddenly jabbed her fingers straight into the back of Dawn's thighs surprising the younger woman who relaxed for a fraction in reflex and Debbie was free sitting up swiftly, although all was not rosy though her head was spinning and she was light headed.

Dawn was irritated for a second but reacted in a flash rising to her knees behind the Welsh woman and slapping on another debilitating hold a sleeper which swiftly had her in charge again as Debbie desperately pawed at the arms now clamped around her head. Debbie's efforts grew weaker and her arms slowly dropped to the mat and her eyes fluttered as Dawn completed the hold as the Welsh woman passed out. Dawn let her captive fall to the mat before quickly standing over her as Beaker swiftly moved to Debbie's side. The steady rise and fall of the Welsh girl's chest a positive sign and a swift waft of smelling salts brought her round as Dawn celebrated her first score. "Has she had enough," she called sweetly to the man opposite. MR went across to check on the Welsh woman as Dawn smiled triumphantly at Casey. "Well is she okay?" asked the host as Beaker gave Debbie a drink. "Of course I'm alright and I'm really going to kick her arse now," snapped Debbie with venom climbing to her feet. "Well looks like we still have a match then," said Beaker adding, "2-1, then give us a minute and the fights on." "Right," said MR returning to his girl, "Well she can continue. Great move though use that again." "Good now for a little revenge and as for the sleeper want to try it?" murmured Dawn suggestively while still eyeing her opponent.

"Everybody ready?" asked MR receiving nods all round and restarting the action. The two women moved swiftly to the mat Dawn eager to equalise while Debbie was keen to re-establish herself in charge of the encounter. The Welsh woman lunged for her opponent and caught a wrist pulling Dawn close in an effort to gain control but the Northern girl was ready and a straight fingered jab to the belly folded Debbie forward into a neatly applied side headlock, "Got you again, taffy head ready to explode," teased the blonde as she crushed Debbie's head into her side bracing herself legs apart with the effort. Debbie's right hand gripped Dawn's knee as she fought against the pain in her head and then desperation took over her left hand shot karate style between Dawn's legs catching her high on the hip and causing the blonde to leap back. "Bitch," snapped Dawn reaching for her foe with a hint of anger on her face. Dawn grabbed Debbie's shoulders and pulled her forward lifting her knee firmly into the woman's stomach. Debbie belched air from her lungs as her gut compressed and she was easy prey to a stunning DDT to the mat as Dawn grabbed her around the head and slammed her face first to the mat and rolled her over hooking a leg for the three count pin eagerly slapped on the mat by MR as his girl drew level. "2-2 and everything to fight for he announced as Dawn leapt to her feet delivering a swift kick to her opponent before she skipped back to her man.

Debbie slapped the mat in frustration as she rolled over and climbed to her feet before waling back to Beaker, "Damm it I had her." "Okay calm down and slow down we need to take the initiative back use your strength she could not cope with that." MR was ecstatic with the turn round, "Brilliant real top draw stuff." "Pretty good," agreed Dawn, "The sneaky bitch nearly hit me below the belt then she's losing it she's mine now." The two women's manners had completely changed, as the next session started Dawn was confident while Debbie was cautious as the next session started. "Come on then not so cocky now are you," taunted Dawn as she circled the Welsh woman, Debbie said nothing but moved cautiously looking for an opening. They suddenly stepped in locking up with hands gripping arms in an effort to topple the other Dawn's skill prevailing first as she executed a neat hip toss throwing Debbie to the mat. The Welsh girl moved swiftly to her feet and replied in kind surprising Dawn with her own hip throw but her attempt at a follow up left her eating mat as her body splash hit the mat as Dawn rolled clear. The next lock up again went to the English girl as she skilfully tripped Debbie dropping her to her back on the mat a well placed elbow drop to the chest kept the girl down followed by a leg drop across the throat. Dawn rolled over to attempt the pin but Debbie was a strong girl and she kicked out at two and tried to roll away but Dawn was all over her like a rash and slipped on a full nelson as the women reached their feet. The pressure delicately placed directly to the back of the neck to weaken the woman although Dawn knew she was unlikely to score from this position the hold allowed her to catch her breath and plan her next strategy while she weakened her opponent further.

Casey was obviously enjoying the sight of her friend in control and she became more vociferous in her support as the fight progressed. The other spectators were less vocal but obviously were enjoying the contest. Dawn prepared herself for her next attack releasing the Welsh woman suddenly and spinning her round into a nice forearm to the chest followed by a clothesline that knocked her to the mat. Debbie's legs bounced up into the eagerly waiting hands of the English woman who grabbed her ankles and parted her legs as she stood over her opponent. Debbie's face registered horror and her hands flew to her suddenly exposed crotch but Dawn smiled and spoke softly, "Not my style there are so many other ways to inflict pain." She crossed Debbie's left leg over her right around her own right leg before sitting down hooking her own left leg behind the knot a perfect figure four that brought a scream of agony from the Welsh woman and an instant submission.

Dawn untangled her legs still holding Debbie's ankles again pulling her legs apart and as Debbie's hands were clasped to her head placed her right foot on the woman's crotch and spoke threateningly, "I could of course of been lying." She then swiftly stood and swayed back to MR as Debbie climbed to her feet and walked over to Beaker. "What was that all about?" asked MR. "Oh just a warning if she wants to fight dirty two can play the game." Debbie meanwhile was being comforted by Beaker, who also quizzed his girl over the final exchange. "Nothing the smart cow may be an expert if all the rules fit but give her to me in a no holds barred and she's mine." Beaker set about massaging her leg and motivating her to recover the score line, "Remember use your strength try to wear her down and you can win this." MR needed to do little to motivate his girl she was on a roll three unanswered scores and the mental battle was going her way as well. "She's all mine now time to put her away," said Dawn confidence oozing from every action she had weathered the storm and was now in control.

The next session started at the rush as Debbie surprised everyone by charging out to meet her confidently advancing opponent taking her hands and sitting down placing her foot in the pit of Dawn's stomach and monkey tossing her into the middle of the mat. The Welsh girl leapt to her feet and dived towards her opponent in an attempted body splash but Dawn was too wily for that and her knees came up to neatly catch the Welsh lass as she landed impaling herself on the raised legs and rolling off in an untidy mess. Dawn swiftly sat up behind her opponent and used the sleeper again her right arm across the throat and locked by the left across her victim's head. Debbie desperately clawed at her opponent's arms and then in complete desperation grabbed at Dawn's hair tugging at the ponytail. "Let go of my hair you, bitch," snapped Dawn as Debbie tried to extricate herself only causing Dawn to redouble her efforts and soon thereafter the Welsh woman was in dreamland as Dawn knocked her out for the decisive count. It took Beaker a good five minutes to fully revive the groggy woman and sensible forced her to concede defeat 4-2 to Dawn, the English woman's win record improving further. A handshake of mutual respect eased the tension and Debbie was magnanimous in defeat and went with Dawn to shower and change as Beaker and Mr discussed the match. "I thought that was going to get out of hand but Dawn remained calm and it's good they shook hands I think Debbie would like another shot," offered Beaker. "Agree," confirmed MR adding, "my girl has given two of your girls a beating now but she's had to work hard for it. Casey wants another match as well I think Debbie would welcome the challenge." "Yes I think your right and next week Sarah is down to us to meet Jackie in the ring is she ready?" "Oh yes and as she put it keen to wipe your girl out." "We'll see, Jackie is on a roll of her own Casey can report that," replied Beaker nodding at the brunette who joined them. "I enjoyed that now you boys can sort out a date for me to whip the Welsh girl as well before I come down to get some revenge on your wife." A knowing look passed between the men and diaries were grabbed to sort out a date for the next meeting between the girls promoted by the two promoters.

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