Training Claire / Debbie recalls her first time

By wolfboy

Claire is looking ready for a first match as Debbie recalls her first foray into catfighting.

Emma’s friend Claire had been training with Debbie for quite a while now as she had declared an interest in giving catfighting a go in the aftermath of Emma’s first defeat against Xena. In my role as Claire’s manager, I made it my job to look in on quite a few of her training sessions, and over the few months that Claire had been working with Debbie, I’d seen her come on from an enthusiastic learner to being a fairly accomplished looking fighter now.

In a couple of sessions, Debbie had taken to bringing in a friend who had done a little bit of session wrestling to work with Claire. That gave Debbie a chance to cast a more critical eye over Claire’s progress and as I looked in on this session, Debbie was sat outside the ring while Claire and Brenda were engaged in a friendly enough looking battle in the ring. Clare was trapped in a side head scissor as I took my seat and asked Debbie, ‘how’s she doing?’

‘Honestly’ Debbie replied ‘she’s ready; I’m not saying that she is the finished article or anything like that yet, but I don’t think that she’ll learn much more without taking on a couple of real matches now.’

I heard rather than saw Brenda delivering a hard slap to Claire’s backside as she had shifted position, but drawn back to the action briefly, I saw Claire nip free of the scissor to secure a side headlock down on the mat. ‘She looks a lot more confident in there now’ I agreed ‘what do you think, should I start to get her an opponent lined up now Debbie?’

‘Definitely’ Debbie agreed as Claire pressed her ample breasts into Brenda’s face to secure a breast smother to add to her headlock. ‘Nothing too difficult to start with though. I think that she’s ready, but it can always be different when you’re in there with another woman who’s also hell bent on winning. Novices to start with I think, like you did with Emma’ Debbie instructed me.

‘Will do boss!’ I agreed as Claire secured the winning submission with her breast smother and headlock combo. I was going to head for home, but Debbie asked me to hang around to talk it through with Claire.

A little while later and with everything wrapped up in Debbie’s basement, the three of us were sat around in her lounge to discuss Claire’s catfighting debut. I’d agreed that I would try and find a beginner for Claire to start out with; at worst, we wanted someone with no more than two matched under their belts. I was also determined to try and find an opponent who was similar in size to Claire. On Debbie’s suggestion, we were going to have a 20 minute match which would be the best of 3 submissions to win with only punching to the body allowed if the two women were on their feet. The other niceties of the rules were up for discussion to some extent once we had found an opponent.

‘You can fight here is you’d like?’ Debbie said to Claire ‘The ring setup here is pretty good, and you’re familiar with it, so it’ll give you a bit of a home-field advantage I guess?’

‘Thanks Debbie, I’d love to do that.’ Claire agreed before asking me ‘When do you think that you’ll be able to set something up then Steve?’

‘It could be anything from a few days to a month to be honest Claire. It’s always a bit hit and miss with that; I wouldn’t think it’ll take me too long though’ I answered.

‘Wow, I’m a bit nervous already’ Claire admitted before asking Debbie ‘what was it like the first time you fought Debbie? How did you find it?’

‘Well, it was a good while ago now’ Debbie smiled ‘and I’m sure you’re a lot better prepared than I was Claire. I was just turned 19 when I had my first organised catfight. I hadn’t really done any training or anything like that. One day, Mike, Emma’s dad, saw this advert in the personals section of the local paper. It was something simple like woman seeks woman for rules catfight and a phone number. I guess he was intrigued or something like that...’Debbie continued, ‘and I was fairly sporty and competitive, so before you knew it, that was me with my first fight setup.’

So how did you feel going into it?’ Claire asked her ‘I mean, I’m already a little nervous about my first fight.’

‘Well, to be honest’ Debbie continued, warming to her role as a story teller ‘I was part nervous, part excited and probably the biggest part of me had next to no idea what to really expect. That’s one advantage you’ll have now Claire, we will know more about your opponent and be able to match you up with someone fairly well. For all I knew, I could have found myself up against a 300lb woman who ate little girls like I was for breakfast! Fortunately, I wasn’t, but looking back now, it’s amazing how little I knew. So we turned up on the day to find that Margaret, my opponent, outweighed me by about a stone and had three matches under her belt. There wasn’t too much else to worry about; rules were simple because there weren’t really any other than needing to get two submissions to win. We fought nude as well on just Margaret’s living room floor, there were no mats or anything like that.’

‘To say that the first fall was a bit of a shock to me would be an understatement to be fair. My experience of catfights consisted of pulling hair with a couple of kids at school and what I’d seen in mainstream films. When she came at me with her fists flying early on, I probably froze a bit and took some punishment early on. Then I started to find my way into it a little before she went low on me with a knee to the crotch and I found myself one fall down with 3 or 4 minutes gone courtesy of a naked face sit.’

‘Did you recover from that opening?’ Claire asked ‘I know that it’s tough enough to get back if you or Brenda get properly on top of me in a training session, how did it go after that?’

‘The odd thing is, after that start, it seemed that I settled into it more than she did. I don’t think that she was all that fit to be fair, and I think she was more used to overwhelming girls quickly. We traded blows at a bit of a distance for a while, and then I caught her hard to the stomach two or three times and put her down on the floor. Even back then, I had strong thighs, though I was only about 115lbs wringing wet. We’d talked about using them if I got chance, and I used them in a body scissor; she was already winded and when I put my legs to work on her, I had it evened up pretty quickly. After that, I think I won the third fall pretty quickly. As I remember it, I got hold of her hair, got her down and into another body scissor , worked her tits over and got her to give it up pretty quickly’ Debbie continued. ‘Afterwards, I was buzzing with the excitement of it all. I think you’ll find the same Claire; I always did, even in the fights that I lost.’

‘So, I’m guessing you fought pretty regularly after that Debbie?’ Claire asked her.

‘Well, not really; it was tough to find opponents easily then, and I struggled to find opposition regularly until Emma was about 11 or 12. I had to make do with the occasional match up to then. You won’t have that trouble to be fair, it’s much easier now. All you’ve got to do is remember you training and use your instincts when you’re in there and you’ll be fine Claire’ Debbie told her.

So, I was about to start looking for an opponent for my second catfighter Claire. From what I could tell, she was ready and willing, and I thought that the sooner I could get her started the better....