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 leant 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 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!’