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 t 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 son. 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!’

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Debbie McArthur Sophie L’wren (Pictures are not of actual fighters but show the outfits they wore)
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 now 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 if 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 it’s 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 bodyslam 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 it’s 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.
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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 weeked.
‘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’