A New Girl In Town – Debbi Chan's Foxyfighter

Debbi Chan's Foxyfighter

A New Girl In Town

Debbi’s Notes: This was the first real catfight, instead of a playfight. I love oil wrestling too!

A few months later, a new wrestler had joined our troop. Liz was from Florida, where she had been on the oil-wrestling circuit for over a year. She came to Providence because “she couldn’t handle Florida anymore.” The more likely reason was that Florida couldn’t handle Liz anymore.

If anything, Liz was stunning. She had raven hair that swept in curls down to her shoulders, and a sleek, jaguar-like body. She had a deep tan, and the most perfectly round and high-set, DD breasts, which must have been the crowning achievement of her plastic surgeon back in Tampa. They were like rocks, and Liz had a habit of thrusting them into the chests of other girls she was trying to intimidate, which she did often. Liz burned through cash faster than a fire at the bank, and she worked the floor hard for her money, sometimes leaving other girls without customers.

So it was no surprise when oil-wrestling assignments came around that several girls jumped at the chance to wrestle her. I ended up being the one the manager selected to fight Liz, and Kim was worried for me. Liz fought to win, not for fun.

“Don’t worry. She’s a pushover under all that makeup. Besides, she has to play by the rules or she gets kicked out.” I said as I leaned over to kiss Kim.

“What if that’s why she had to leave Florida,” asked Kim?

I didn’t have an answer for her. All the other girls seemed a little worried too. After all, I was the most inexperienced girl at the club.

The night of the fight arrived, and as usual the crowd was packed. Liz was already oiling herself down in the ring. Her red one-piece swimsuit was rendered almost transparent, soaked in a sheen of oil that would make it hard for me to get a grasp on her. She slithered and rolled around for the crowd, who roared its approval.

I jumped into the ring, strapped into my black string bikini with a bow in my hair. Liz looked me over while I grabbed the oil and poured it over my chest, letting it slide down between my breasts and roll down my stomach and thighs while cooing for the audience. Even though I was putting on a show, I made sure to get my entire body oiled up so that Liz would have as hard a time as possible getting to grips with me.

The MC signaled us to start, so Liz and I dropped to all fours as we slid towards each other, making feints here and there, and sizing each other up. Liz had a smirk on her face and seemed really confident. I wasn’t feeling nearly the same way and it showed.

“What’s the matter, honey? Scared?” she asked. Liz got up on her knees, pointed at me and laughed. The audience laughed too, and I felt a hot flush of anger come into my cheeks. Growling, I charged her right then, which is what she wanted.

Liz used the oil to slide aside just as I was about to crash into her. As I started to slide past her, she lifted her elbow and drove it down into the base of my spine. As I was smashed into the plastic mat, my back streaked with pain, I realized this was going to be a real fight. Liz wasn’t just putting on a show, and I was in trouble.

I lay sprawled on the mat, not know what to do, when Liz dropped on top of me and sat in the small of my back. She reached under my chin with both hands and pulled back savagely, wrenching my head and neck up and releasing a scream from my lips. What the hell was this? I had never been taught any wrestling holds at that time, or I would have known she had me in an excruciating camel clutch.

Liz pulled back harder and harder, and I felt as though my head was going to come completely off my neck. The audience though it was all part of the show, and so did the MC. Nobody realized this girl was going to tear me apart!

She dropped the hold and proceeded to slam her ass down into the base of my spine repeatedly. Every drop that cracked down on my back caused me to arch in pain. I reached out with my hands to the MC, trying to let him know what was going on, but I could only gasp each time she smashed her pelvic bone into my spine.

I was too dazed to resist when she rolled me over on top of her and wrapped her legs around my waist. She started to squeeze and I thought I would pass out!

She grabbed two fistfuls of my hair and alternated between thrusting with her scissors to make me moan and yanking my hair to make me yelp. She kept this up, squeezing and yanking, until I was just a limp doll, helplessly trapped, her thighs enveloping me and constricting me into defeat. My scalp was searing with pain each time she pulled my hair. I could dimly hear the audience booing the one-sided match, but all I cared about was getting out of this fight.

Liz released me and I tried to crawl out of the ring, hoping to signal the MC to stop the fight. But Liz wasn’t done with me. She grabbed my legs and pulled them out from under me, dragging me back into the ring. She knelt in front of me and hauled me to a sitting position by my hair. I tried to fight back. I made a grab for her hair, which made Liz yell in frustration as she retaliated with a hard right into my sternum, knocking me down.

Liz stood up and planted her foot into my back. I thought she was going for the victory pose and that I would be free from this torture. But instead of raising her arms, she bent down and grabbed my wrists. She pulled back on my arms and pressed down with her foot on my back, trapping me in a classic bow and arrow hold. I moaned and cried as she twisted me this way, cruelly letting me rest one moment, only to haul me back into pain just as I would relax. Then she dropped to the mat and roughly pulled me onto my knees.

“Now you’re going to find out how a real bitch-fight works!” she whispered from behind me.

Liz reached up under my arm and slipped her hand underneath my bikini top. I had no idea what was coming next. Was she going to seduce me? She began to caress my nipples and stroke my tits. Despite myself, I was getting excited and my nipples grew hard. I rubbed my back against her body, and let out a soft moan.

But Liz wasn’t thinking of making up. The slid her other arm around my throat and started to choke me! Her soft, supple kneading of my breasts suddenly took on a new aspect when her hand became a claw and she savagely dug into my right tit with her nails!

I had never experienced this kind of pain before! After getting my breasts so sensitive with her caresses, she now used that increased sensitivity to cause me as much pain as possible. Her nails dug cruelly into my soft tit-flesh as she scratched her way down to my nipple. Grabbing it in her finger, she twisted it roughly until I was wailing like a banshee! She cupped my breast and squeezed it until I though it would burst, then she yanked it up and down, trying to tear it off! Tears were streaming down my face as I sobbed openly.

“Please stop! Oh, my God…stop!” I screamed.

“Never had a tit fight before? Well, I’ll make sure you don’t forget what it feels like!” she retorted.

She grabbed a whole handful of my tit and twisted it! She continued to knead and squeeze until my breast turned a bright shade of pink and had swollen up to be larger than normal. I cried out and tried to pull her hand away, but she was too strong and I too weak.

Finally, she stopped. The agony drained from my face and I fell forward into the mat, holding my breast and crying softly. It was then I noticed that the audience had gone completely silent, stunned by the savagery of the fight.

Liz hand to yank the MC over, and made him hold up her fist in victory. The audience was silent for one more moment, then burst out in applause. Savage or not, this audience liked a good fight!

As I lay there in pain, I vowed never to step in the ring again until I had some training. And when I did, Liz had better watch out.


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  • Posted: September 20, 2015 16:50

    Jerrie Lee

    very good art here!
  • Posted: September 20, 2015 18:24


    Thank you! I looked hard to find the best artists I could commission at the time. But art is so much better now, so I'm looking for more lewd and hentai artists!
  • Posted: September 21, 2015 23:25


    Liz was always a fighter I would hope would make another appearance, she's just so hot and a great heel.
  • Posted: September 21, 2015 23:36


    She'll be back :) I love fighting her.
  • Posted: September 22, 2015 04:51


    Oh and the breast attacks were quite lovely. I don't know why but I've always loved it when fighters targeted each others busts, it seems very primal to me.
  • Posted: September 22, 2015 04:53


    I agree. Something about abusing a woman's means of attractiveness to men is very mean spirited.
  • Posted: September 23, 2015 14:06


    Hardly seems fair to put a rookie up against someone who knows how to fight, but who am I to complain when both girls are so hot.
  • Posted: September 23, 2015 23:57


    I get better :)
  • Posted: February 28, 2018 17:04