Away Day
By wolfboy

Debbie fights a stunning lingerie model in a living room catfight.
Debbie and I were travelling by train to her next contest which was being held in Luton in mid September. It was going to be a busy couple of weeks with this match being followed fairly soon by Emma’s debut. Debbie had given me the lowdown on Alison Grant – today’s opponent, a six foot tall underwear model who loved to catfight and would be seconded by her mother in the match.
The train journey gave me a chance to ask about the rules for the match which Debbie told me were ‘A twenty minute time limit for starters with most submissions winning the match. No punches or kicks to the head. Standard stuff, but you can attack clothed areas unlike in my rules. Match is being held in a living room, so it’s a kind of classic catfight I suppose’.
‘Anything you need to watch out for?’ I asked trying to learn pointers for Emma’s career as well.
‘I suppose her height gives her a reach advantage’ Debbie said’ Apparently she likes to scratch too which is always nice, but hardly unusual’ she added.
Having arrived at Alison’s house, Debbie and myself had been shown the fight area, which was pretty much a living room with wrestling mats. As a nice touch, the wrestling mats were actually carpeted, giving the room an authentic feel. Then we had been shown to a changing room (actually a bedroom) where I had the rare treat of Debbie changing in to her fight outfit in front of me. When I asked her if I should leave the room, she laughed and said ‘why, you’ll see it all again later I bet!’
For this match, Debbie had again gone for the black leather look – a black leather bustier with a lace up front which she teamed with a low cut leather thong which also laced up at the front. She was again barefoot. Then we were called to the fight area where we got our first sight of Alison. The tall blonde was dressed in a black leather corset which had a mesh front and some red lace up ribbon on the front, a black thong, and sheer black hold up stockings. She too was barefoot and she was an absolute stunner!
The ref called both women to the centre of the living room to run down the rules. ‘Ladies, this is a rules catfight to be fought to Alison Grant’s house rules. 20 minute initial time limit with most submissions to win. There are no breaks between falls. I will ask you to release your hold on submission, but you may immediately apply a new hold. In the event of a draw you will both strip naked and continue the fight until the next submission. There should be no punches or kicks to the head, anything else is legal. Understand?’ she asked both women who agreed. ‘OK, then for the official record, Alison is 28 years old, is 6 feet tall, weighs 155 lbs and is 38c-25-37. Her record is 7 wins 4 losses. Debbie is 38 years old, 5 feet 7 inches, weighs 145 lbs and is 36c-26-36 and her record stands at 14 wins and 5 losses. Ladies, when you are ready...... fight’
Debbie walked straight in to a slap to the face at the start of the match as Alison’s long reach caught her by surprise, and Alison was able to secure a handful of hair to control Debbie who was taken to the mat in a front headlock. Alison worked the headlock in well, and added leverage by propping her feet on a sofa which bordered the fight area. Debbie yelled out in pain early before she was able to slip from the head lock and trap Alison in a hammer lock, pulling her hair for good measure as she did so.
Debbie was quickly able to ride Alison down to the mat face first, still with the hammer lock applied. She forced the arm further up Alison’s back who in turn let out a low moan of pain as Debbie took the chance to slip Alison’s thong from her body, then straddling Alison’s body until, steadily increasing the hammer lock pressure, she drew the first submission just 3 minutes in to the match.
Debbie released the hold, but with Alison still down, she took advantage of the rules and applied a figure four on Alison’s sexy long legs. It was clear that this was part of a greater scheme as the hold barely troubled Alison at first until Debbie moved her position to sit on Alison’s crossed legs and apply a chin lock at the same time. The hold was well applied, and as Alison’s body was arched back giving me a great view of her breasts straining against her tight outfit.
‘Do you submit?’ the ref asked moving in but the blonde was defiant as she fought against the hold. Debbie wisely switched the attack, going for a straight forward choke hold instead, and Alison was again forced to submit. Just under 5 minutes in, and Debbie was 2-0 to the good and still on top as she brought the tall blonde back to her feet and drove a knee lift to the stomach.
‘C’mon Ali’ her Mother called from the corner ‘ don’t let her bitch you like this, get on to the attack’
Debbie was undeterred by the encouragement though as she secured a front headlock as a prelude to lifting the tall blonde fighter in to a body slam. The blonde hit the mat hard with a groan before Debbie was able to pull her back to her feet again to look for another slam. This time though, Alison was waiting on the move, and shifted her weight to mess up Debbie’s balance. Debbie fell with Alison coming down on top of her and both women briefly lay on the mat, clearly winded.
Alison was first to recover though and she took the chance to apply a body scissor from behind on Debbie who was still grounded, but quickly bridged up to lay on top of the blonde. The scissor hold was still effective though while Alison controlled Debbie’s head with some nasty hair pulling torturing Debbie’s neck. ‘Submit?’ the ref asked receiving a quick ‘no’ from Debbie who concentrated her efforts on getting an arm inside the scissor hold to release the pressure. Slowly, Debbie was able to work both her hands inside the thighs of her opponent before Alison suddenly increased the pressure on the scissor. Debbie called out in pain, sensing as she did so that she had trapped herself.
Alison kept control of Debbie’s head with her hair pulling, while her other hand went to work unhindered on unlacing Debbie’s top slowly, almost as if to give Debbie time to realise what was coming. Her long legs kept Debbie’s arms in control, and with the last laces undone, Debbie’s leather bustier was eased aside to reveal her 36c breasts. I was surprised to at first to see Alison sensuously rubbing Debbie’s breasts, but as Debbie’s nipples became aroused, Alison sunk her nails into them, quickly drawing a screamed submission from the brunette.
The match was nearing it’s half way point as Alison released the hold, and got to her feet before elbow dropping Debbie across the chest. On the mat, Alison applied a headlock, moving her position to partly smother Debbie as she did so. Debbie went to Alison’s hair to relieve the pressure, and earned herself a hard slap in the face. The smother was back on as Alison now moved on top of Debbie, wrapping her arms around Debbie’s head and pulling her face hard in to her breasts. Debbie’s cries were muffled by the gorgeous blonde’s body while she refused to submit. Alison just smiled and maintained the hold, even when Debbie managed to get her nails in to Alison’s arse briefly. ‘Give up you fucking bitch!’ Alison demanded as Debbie told her ‘Fuck you’ – at least I think that was what she said as it was a little muffled!
‘ Debbie’s cries were muffled by the gorgeous blonde’s body while she refused to submit. Alison just smiled and maintained the hold, even when Debbie managed to get her nails in to Alison’s arse briefly. ‘Give up you fucking bitch!’ Alison demanded as Debbie told her ‘Fuck you’ – at least I think that was what she said as it was a little muffled!
‘You’d like to wouldn’t you bitch’ Alison replied, but she kept her hold in place for what seemed like an eternity before Debbie finally signalled her submission. ‘Not so tough now are we, cow?’ Alison asked as she released the hold and then punched Debbie hard in the stomach.
‘That’s the way Ali’ her mother shouted ‘You’re on top now, bust her up properly and she’s all yours’
‘C’mon Debbie’ I called out from my corner’ I just hoped that she hadn’t stayed in the smother for too long. Time would tell I supposed.
‘There are five minutes left ladies’ the ref told them ‘score stands at 2 all’. And at that point, Alison stood over Debbie on the mat waiting to pounce as she got to her hands and knees with a straight kick to the stomach. Debbie cried out and rolled away before trying to get to her feet again. This time, a knee to the chest knocked her back down. A third time, and as Debbie got to her knees, Alison applied a nerve old, both hands pushing down hard on Debbie’s shoulders. I’d always dismissed this as pro wrestling nonsense, but it was effective as the pain was soon evident on Debbie’s face. Alison’s height worked well in her favour as she was able to press down on the hold from height while I began to realise that it was her nails that were doing the damage to Debbie who started to fire back some stomach punches. The first couple had little effect, but 3 and 4 forced the hold to break, a fifth one went to the crotch, and then Alison was down on the mat.
Debbie went back to the long legs of her opponent again, tying her up in the figure 4 leg lock on the mat giving her control while she gathered her thoughts for her next move. Shifting herself forward, she again maintained her hold by sitting on Alison’s legs, and then she slowly worked in a double chicken wing, pulling back on Alison’s arms. ‘No way’ was Alison’s reply as the ref checked her for a submission, but it was clear she was in trouble. Debbie switched to a single chicken wing, leaving her right hand free to maul away at Alison’s tits, Debbie’s nails doing the their damage through the mesh front of Alison’s corset. Now the ref moved in to ask again, and after a brief attempt to fight Debbie off, Alison submitted.
There was little more than a minute left in the match, and I was pleased to see that Debbie quickly tied Alison up in a body scissor and full nelson which enabled her to see out the win 3-2 inside the twenty minute limit.
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After the match, Alison had proved to be a gracious host, providing drinks as we talked about the match. It was a good couple of hours later when we boarded our train back to Stafford, and Debbie was keen to talk about Emma’s upcoming match, having already talked through her match earlier.
‘So, is everything set for next week Steve?’ she asked me ‘who have you arranged for Emma to fight?’
‘Well, I’ve got her a match fixed with a girl called Jane Dodds’ I started ‘She’s a novice – only had one match which she won. She’s in Emma’s weight class, she’s about 170lbs, because I can’t see any point under matching Emma in size. Emma’s confident, and I think her rules are OK. If she wins, we might have a tough time keeping her to novice opponents though’ I said.
‘Yeah, she’ll be quite headstrong I imagine. To be honest, I expect her to try and overmatch herself early on. If you can’t convince her otherwise, don’t worry too much. Worst case, she’ll probably learn from the experience’ she said.

As we arrived back at the station, we went our separate ways back to our homes, and I had a few days to look forward to Emma’s debut catfight, and a few days to worry about all of my plans for the match.