Italian Job
By wolfboy

Debbie takes on a visiting fighter from Italy.
It was going to be a busy month for me. Debbie was first to be in action with this match which was followed a few days later by Emma having another match also.
In the first contest, I was in my role as second for Debbie as she took on a visiting Italian fighter, Fiona Morelli. I asked Debbie what she was expecting from the Italian.
‘I know that she’s supposed to be tough. I’m sure her nickname in Italy translated as something like iron thighs as well. Suppose that means she likes her scissor holds. Apart from that, I don’t know much other than she has a good record so I imagine it will be a tough challenge’
‘Sounds that way’ I agreed ‘Do you have anything particularly planned for her then?’ I asked.
‘The usual kind of stuff I guess’ Debbie replied ‘I’ll keep trying things until I hit on something effective I suppose.’
Unusually for Debbie, the match was being held in the morning at 10AM as opposed to her normal evening fighting time. Something to do with flight times apparently as the timing would then allow Fiona to catch an early evening flight back to Italy. Given the early start, I was round at Debbie’s bright and early on the Saturday morning of the match to make sure I was in time to greet the Italian who seems a very confident and impressive woman. She was to be seconded by her boyfriend, Felipe, who also seemed at ease with everything as I showed them both the fight area and then the changing room.
Fiona certainly had impressive credentials from what I could gather and I was waiting for both women to re-appear while anticipating a classic contest. Fiona was first in the ring, her curvaceous body concealed only by a gold skirtini and string bikini top. She was barefoot and her long, jet black hair was pulled into a loose pony tail. It was easy to see the cause of her nickname as her thighs rippled with powerful muscles as she stepped through the ropes into the ring.
Debbie was a few minutes late arriving in the basement, as she appeared wearing a sexy cut-away leopard print romper suit. She was a little apologetic saying ‘Sorry Fiona, it took me ages to get this damn thing on properly!’
‘No problem’ Fiona replied in her sultry Italian accent ‘I’m sure it will come off a lot quicker when we get started!’
‘Talking of which’ Tara interjected ‘Shall we?’. Debbie entered the ring to face Fiona as Tara continued ‘OK, this is a rules catfight to Debbie’s house rules, two ten minute periods with unlimited submissions followed by a period of unlimited time where you must win the fight by a total submission. No kicks or punches to the head, no attacks to areas covered by clothing. The third session will be fought naked. OK so far? Tara asked.
Receiving no negative replies, she went on ‘Then on my left is Fiona Morelli from Torino, Italy. She is 33 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall weighs 160lbs and measures 38c-27-39. Her record is 12 wins and 3 defeats. On my right is Debbie McArthur. She is 39 years old, 5 feet 7 inches weighs 147 lbs and measures 36c-26-36. Her record is 17 wins and 7 defeats. OK ladies, when you’re ready...... fight!’
The match opened with Debbie calmly jabbing at Fiona’s stomach, some of the blows sinking home while Fiona blocked the majority with her arms. Fiona responded with an open handed slap to Debbie’s face, then looked to land with a drop kick to the chest which Debbie swayed clear of before elbow dropping Fiona in the chest as she crashed to the mat. Using the Italian’s hair, Debbie got Fiona back to her feet and whipped her hard in to the corner post, this time following in with a knee to the stomach. Fiona took it well though, and as Debbie tried to grab her hair, she slapped Debbie again and then clotheslined her to the mat.
Fiona continued her attack with a simple headlock applied down on the mat while she slowly worked her way into a position to pin Debbie. The Italian’s breasts were in Debbie’s face looking to smother her while she cranked on the headlock. With a free hand, Debbie latched onto Fiona’s hair, and was able to pull her away from the smother, almost trapping her in a head scissor, but Fiona was wise to the plan, and rolled clear as both women came back to their feet. They locked up again, Debbie catching Fiona with a knee to her bare stomach, before catching her in a front headlock. Fiona was pulled to her knees on the mat, where Debbie trapped her in a front body scissor, her powerful legs doing their damage to the Italian’s mid-section.
Fiona was in trouble, but she responded by reaching to pull away one of Debbie’s shoulder straps, exposing her left breast. Fiona wasted no time getting her fingers in to Debbie, squeezing the tender breast flesh before Debbie tensed her thighs again. The hold on her breast was broken, and Debbie tied up Fiona’s arms wisely before squeezing her slowly to submission around the mid-point of round one.
Debbie released Fiona, and brought her back to her feet looking to apply a bear hug only for Fiona to catch her with a knee to the side. Debbie dropped to her, knees, and Fiona was quick to push her onto her back, catching her in a full body pin, the Italian’s breasts again lying in Debbie’s face. Debbie squirmed, trying to gain her freedom from the pin, but the Italian controlled her, slowly sinking in a grapevine to pull Debbie’s legs apart. Debbie groaned with the pain as the Italian’s strong legs tortured her own, and Fiona added to her discomfort as he fingers again pinched at her left breast.
Tara checked in, but Debbie had already started to fight back with a couple of punches into the Italian woman’s side, earning her a brief respite from the grapevine as Fiona released her. The Italian kept a tight hold on Debbie’s hair, using it to bring her to her feet before lifting her to deliver an across the knee backbreaker. Debbie was dropped back to the mat, and soon found herself tied up in a well applied camel clutch, the Italian using Debbie’s hair to control her head with one hand, the other again working over Debbie’s left breast and quickly drawing an equalizing submission.
There was barely any time left in the round, and so Fiona used it to pull away the remainder of Debbie’s top, exposing both of her breasts as time ran out in round one and both women returned to their corners.
‘You’re doing OK’ I said to Debbie as she sat down. ‘She looks strong, but you’re coping with her well so far’
‘So far, so good’ she admitted ‘ Got to watch those thighs though, she’s one powerful woman.’
‘Why don’t you go after them then?’ I asked ‘If you give her a couple of dead-legs, she won’t be anywhere near as effective.’
‘It’s a bit school playground Steve’ Debbie laughed ‘Might work though....’
At the start of the second session, Debbie found herself on the receiving end of an early posting, but she was able to catch the on-rushing Italian with a knee to the stomach as she looked to deliver a splash in the corner. A series of short kicks to Fiona’s thighs followed and the Italian dropped to her knees on the mat. A low drop kick followed, and Fiona was knocked prone on the mat as Debbie drove home a knee drop to the back of Fiona’s thigh.
The Italian let out a yell of pain as Debbie tied up her legs in a figure four before rolling to also catch her in a chinlock. Fiona was able to resist the pain though, forcing Debbie to switch to a camel clutch, but Fiona was again able to resist, forcing Debbie off balance as she looked to escape. Debbie kept hold of her hair though, and used it to bring Fiona to her feet before delivering a crunching body slam.
As Debbie moved in to follow up, Fiona was able to kick her away and to the mat. Both women rolled clear, and came back to their feet before Fiona struck, nailing Debbie with a double handed slap to her breasts. Debbie was stunned from the attack as Fiona trapped her in a front head lock. Worse was to follow for Debbie as Fiona snapped her to the mat in a quick suplex, Debbie hitting the mat hard as Fiona rolled through to straddle her in a schoolgirl pin. Recovering from the impact, Debbie wrapped her legs around Fiona to try and knock her off her, but the Italian was one step ahead trapping her legs to pull Debbie in to a folding pin.
Debbi e was in trouble, but she refused to give, working her legs to try and get free until Fiona switched moves to apply an ankle lock to one of her legs quickly forcing a submission to give the Italian a 2-1 lead. I had to hand it to Fiona, she’d been quick to draw the submission from Debbie, but at least Debbie was able to block her attempt to follow up with a grapevine pin, and after a brief scuffle for position, both women ended up back on their feet.
Debbie feinted with a slap to the head as the two fighters came back together and as Fiona reacted, she sunk home a one-two punch to the stomach. Fiona briefly doubled forward allowing Debbie to trap her in a side headlock, before running her, battering-ram style, head first to the padded corner post. Fiona dropped stunned to the mat, and Debbie wasted no time in stripping her completely of her skirtini to leave her crotch and breasts exposed. Still, Debbie concentrated her attack on Fiona’s legs at first, splashing her body down across them before delivering further knee drops to the backs of both thighs.
Following up from a knee drop, Debbie sat down on Fiona’s back and trapped her in a boston crab. Tara checked in, but Fiona refused to give as Debbie leaned back to apply the pressure. ‘No, no’ the Italian replied as Debbie piled on the pain before switching to a combination single leg boston crab and crotch claw. It took a few seconds, but the result was an inevitable submission for Debbie leaving the match poised at 2-2 with a couple of minutes left in round 2.
Now it was time for Debbie to look to press home an advantage, and as she got to her feet, she spread Fiona’s legs before delivering a falling head butt to the pit of her stomach. As the Italian woman moaned from the impact, Debbie repeated the move, this time catching her in the crotch. As Fiona reeled from Debbie’s onslaught, she found herself trapped in a perfect reverse head scissor while Debbie punched away at her stomach and clawed her crotch. Only the end of the round saved Fiona from the predicament, and it was clear as she went wearily back to her corner that the Italian woman was fading badly at the end of the round.
I didn’t think that the 2 minute break would make much difference to Fiona and told Debbie as much in the corner. ‘You need to stay on her from the start of this last round if you can Debbie. She’s tired now, so if you make her work, she’s going to be exhausted in no time’.
‘I think you’re right Steve’ Debbie agreed, removing the remains of her leopard print suit. ‘I’m going to be careful in case she was playing a bit at the end of that round, but it didn’t feel that way.
Fiona had already been stripped of her costume at the end of round two, so both women re-entered the ring naked for the last round of the fight. Tara checked that they both wished to carry on, and satisfied that they did, the fight was back on with Debbie soon punishing Fiona with a series of hard punches to the stomach and breasts. Soon, Fiona was backed up to the ropes where a quick punch to the rib cage dropped her to the mat, although she quickly rolled away from Debbie and climbed back wearily to her feet.
Debbie was stalking Fiona now, brushing off her attempted attacks and landing some stinging punches and slaps of her own, before trapping Fiona in a head lock. Fiona was quick to latch her right hand on to Debbie’s right breast though, and the hold was soon broken by Debbie as her opponent painfully worked her breast over. Debbie responded with a hard slap to the face, which forced the Italian to break off her attack, and both women were parted before Fiona looked to take the initiative, firing two jabs in to Debbie’s breasts.
A third jab was brushed aside by Debbie, and with Fiona off balance, she scooped the heavier woman up and body slammed her to the mat. Fiona landed hard on the mat, quickly followed by Debbie with another falling head butt to the stomach. Then, kneeling on Fiona’s breasts and crotch, she clamped a vicious looking stomach claw on to the Italian. Quickly, Fiona’s cries of pain filled the room as they echoed round the basement, as she launched a last ditch attempt to keep in the match, grabbing Debbie’s hair to try and pull her off balance.
In response, Debbie kneed Fiona just above the crotch, and the Italian woman finally signalled her submission giving Debbie another victory.
It was early afternoon when Fiona left for the airport, and I was able to get Debbie to admit that she was pleased with her win.
‘I thought that she was going to really tough’ Debbie admitted ‘In the end, I guess she got tired. Incredible thighs though. I’m glad I steered clear of them!’ she laughed
‘Yeah, I thought she was going to be really tough’ I agreed, ‘but in the end you handled her really well Debbie’
‘I guess I did, thanks Steve’ she allowed ‘So, when’s Emma fighting again then? She said you’d got her an opponent lined up? Debbie asked.
‘Couple of weeks time against a woman called Alana Seddon. Apparently she’s a PE teacher, so I think she’ll be pretty fit’ I replied ‘I have to be honest, I was just glad she carried on after losing to Kandy, she took a bit of a beating then. I think Alana will be a better challenge for her though.’
‘Sounds like you’ve got it all in hand Steve’ Debbie said
‘I hope so’ I agreed ‘ I hope so....’