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Your Secret Is Safe With Me

By Wolfboy

A rematch for Elaine with Mrs Peters

‘You know your secret is safe with me Mrs Smith, but I want to fight you again like a pair of wildcats’ Mrs Peters told Elaine in a phone call one evening.

‘You know I’ll kick your fucking arse again you cheap little hooker’ Elaine had replied to Daisy, but she went on ‘I want to fight you too though; but best of three submissions this time so that I get to beat you up for longer!’

‘You prissy little cunt’ Daisy had shot back, but then she agreed ‘best of three submissions it is, and no time limit. I don’t want you sneaking out of getting beaten on a technicality bitch!’

‘There’s only one bitch going to end up getting beaten, and it’ll be you again Mrs Peters. I’m going to ride your face like my own personal fuck toy this time’ Elaine retorted.

‘You can keep your smelly cunt off my face skank!’ Daisy told Elaine now. ‘I’ll be the one doing the victory face sit this time!’

‘Sure, whatever cunt!’ Elaine spat at her.

‘Bitch!’ Daisy responded.

‘When and where slag?’ Elaine asked.

‘Tomorrow night at the school you fucking tart’ Daisy had shot back.

‘Tomorrow is fine, but we can’t fight at the school, there’s an event on. I know someone who has a ring in their garage though. I could beat your slutty arse in there if you like?’ Elaine asked.

‘Set it up Mrs Smith. I can’t wait to turn you into my own personal bitch’ Daisy had responded. ‘Tell me the details when you have it set up, I need to go and sharpen my claws for you, slag!’ she finished, hanging up the phone abruptly to leave Elaine more than a little excited at the prospect of facing her once more. Their previous fight had been a hard, tough, but short fight, in a very catty style, and it seemed unlikely a second instalment would be any less catty…

I took a phone call from Elaine just a little while later asking if she could use the garage ring for the fight, and I had to hesitate for a moment to check something with Emma before coming back to the phone. ‘Elaine, Jemma is staying over at a friends tomorrow evening which works well, we’ve got Debbie over for dinner, but well, she’s fought many times so as long as you both don’t mind her and Emma watching, I’m sure it’ll beat a film for both of them as entertainment. If you want to start any time after 7:30, I think that’ll work for everyone at this end’ I suggested.

‘Perfect, thanks Steve’ Elaine had replied. ‘Look, assume an 8pm start, unless I get back to with a change to that’ she finished.

8pm had worked for everyone involved, Daisy had decided to bring her sister Brianne along with her as well; the younger sister already well versed in the art of catfighting too. Other than a session to hastily erect the ring after Jemma had left, everything was totally in order for the start of the fight at 8pm. By that time, Emma and Debbie had gone through to the garage to claim one of the sofas, then they shifted up to allow Brianne to join them rather than sitting on her own after Daisy had arrived. I was pleased to see when I checked in a few minutes later that the three of them were getting along famously, discussing some of their fights while they waited for the action to start in the ring. Daisy had taken the downstairs guest room to change in to her fight gear for tonight, leaving Elaine to use the lounge. Both women were ready now, and after pointing Daisy and her husband through to the garage, I went to collect Elaine from the lounge so that she could join them and get the hostilities under way.

Both women waited on the outside of the ring for the time being now as we all entered the garage, both wearing high heels that they weren’t sure they should wear into the ring. ‘Don’t worry’ I told them both, ‘at the moment, it’s fine to get in there with your heels on. The mats are getting replaced in the next couple of days or so, so it doesn’t really matter if your heels damage it. As long as you’re both comfortable on the matted surface wearing them. It is quite soft.’ I said.

In the end, after getting on to the mats, both had decided to ditch their 4 inch heels, neither feeling totally at ease on the surface in them, but we were ready for the fight action. Now Elaine and Daisy went to the centre of the ring to face the small crowd. Elaine spoke first, saying ‘we’re going to catfight now. Anything goes and the best of three submissions with no time limit. We have no referee because there’s no point. We’ve agreed to break cleanly when one of us submits and take a five minute break in between falls’ she said.

‘Other than breaking cleanly on submission’ Daisy continued, ‘the rest of the fight will be down and dirty, you can be sure of that. We’re going to hurt each other’ she smiled before going on to introduce herself. ‘So, I am Daisy Peters. I’m 43 years old, I weigh 147lbs, and I’m 5 feet 7 inches tall. I measure 36C-27-38 and I have 7 wins and only 1 loss’ she finished, looking pointedly at Elaine.

‘And I’m Elaine Smith. I’m 45 years old, I weigh 151lbs and I’m 5 feet 5 inches tall. I measure 36F-28-40 and my record is 6 wins and 3 losses’ she said, looking back at Daisy as she said ‘I beat you before you dirty little tramp, and now, I’m going to do it again!’

‘Fuck you, cunt!’ Daisy shot back, though both ladies returned to their corners for final preparations for a moment, rather than getting straight at it. Both ladies outfits were a little different to their previous meeting in Elaine’s classroom as well. Where Daisy had worn a strappy red bodycon dress before, tonight she wore a red satin and lace negligee beneath which she wore a black satin suspender belt holding up a pair of black fishnet stockings that she adjusted now. Her hair was a loose mass of brunette curls; lips and nails painted to match the red of her negligee, she turned and eyed Elaine hungrily. This time, Elaine had on a negligee as well rather than a skirt and blouse, though the negligee matched her colour scheme from before, a white satin and lace bodice giving way to a flared skirt in black and white beneath which the tops of her shimmering nude hold up stockings were clearly visible. She had her long blonde hair loose as well, her nails painted white to match the top of her negligee, and her lips painted in a deep plum shade. She licked them now in anticipation as she turned, asked Daisy if she was ready and as the brunette nodded, they started. These were not cautious women, there was no cagey feeling out process as both slapped to the face in the opening seconds before plunging into the hair, and forehead to forehead, they started to rip into each other during this opening session. Each jockeyed for position with their arms trying to use their own to force the other’s hand out of their hair while not breaking their own grasp. Each time either was successful, even for a split second, a slap would land with venom to the face or body, and then the process would start again. Both gave and received some stinging blows in that opening two minute spell of close up fighting. ‘Little cunt!’ Daisy spat as she took a slap to the ear at one point; ‘fucking whore’ Elaine retorted as she took one around the eye in return as the intensity continued to burn in each woman.

Now both would look to up the ante; Elaine went with a knee to the body while it was Daisy who struck the more telling early blow with a straight knee to the pit of the stomach. That rocked Elaine, Daisy brushed the blonde’s hands out of her hair and promptly opened up with a ferocious salvo of slaps to face, chest and body, looking to back Elaine into a corner. The blonde teacher just about avoided that, but another harsh slap rocked her face to the side and sent her reeling against the ropes now. Daisy may not have been in a ring before, but she spotted a chance when it presented itself, kicking the back of Elaine’s legs to chop her down to her knees against the ropes before simply leaning into her to choke her on that middle ring rope. Her hand wrapped in Elaine’s blonde hair too, and the school teacher moaned in some distress there against the ropes against her rival. ‘Give up already you prissy little slapper!’ Daisy chided Elaine, pleased with how the opening of the fight had gone. ‘Fuck you!’ Elaine shot back, but she was in trouble and needed to get herself free of this rope choke quickly, knowing it could drain her fast if she didn’t. She swung an elbow back, drawing a yelp of surprise as she caught Daisy unawares in the leg with it. More importantly though it helped her to get free of the ropes, just knocking Daisy away long enough to allow her clear. She rose into a hair grab from Daisy though, pulling her straight into a choking front headlock as the brunette got her arm in tightly enough around Elaine’s throat to force a gasp of pain or shock perhaps.

Elaine needed to break free quickly, and she found her range to send a right hand into Daisy’s stomach. Daisy moaned but responded with a kick to the outside of the right thigh, and cranked hard on the headlock once more. Elaine rasped in pain, feeling the constricting hold starting to drain her just a little and she fired off another punch to the body, weakening Daisy’s grasp just for the moment, but the brunette recovered quickly and leaned back, looking to pull Elaine to the mat. It was early in the fight, but even now, there was no way Elaine wanted to be dragged down in this choking hold and she fought it, widening her stance to give herself a better base to resist from. It may have helped her for a moment, but Daisy spotted an opportunity she couldn’t pass up, and from her seated position, just as Elaine drew her right hand back to punch her, she delivered a kick to the pussy. In an instant, Elaine crumpled untidily to the mat on her knees, and Daisy leaned back, hoping to choke the early submission out of her.

Elaine tried to fight it, then she shrieked loudly as Daisy spotted the bare flesh of her shoulder, hardly protected by the thin straps of her negligee, and sunk her nails in there like a claw. Elaine shrieked again, feeling Daisy starting to drag that claw across her skin, raising angry welts so early in the fight. Then Elaine spotted a target for herself, Daisy’s negligee having ridden up on her hips, leaving her pussy totally uncovered. In their tight clinch, it was only visible to Elaine, but as soon as she responded with a pussy claw, the shrieks of Daisy filled the garage. She didn’t give up on her own attacks though, not immediately anyway, clawing Elaine’s shoulder and trying to choke her to submission. Then the pain of the pussy attack got too much for her, and she broke off the claw and choke to grab Elaine’s hand and try to force it out of her crotch. Not a problem for Elaine though as she instead slapped Daisy’s breasts hard, knocking her to the mat on her back.

‘What’s the matter bitch?’ Elaine asked now as she grabbed both of Daisy’s ankles. ‘I thought hookers like you liked having things between their legs!’ she taunted, adding ‘like this!’ before delivering a knee drop to the pussy, drawing a shriek of agony from the brunette. Elaine hadn’t released her ankles either and now she showed off some of her wrestling skills to flip the brunette to her belly in a well applied boston crab. It was hardly the kind of move that Daisy had been expecting but there was no doubt she was in some trouble now. ‘You’re breaking my fucking back slut!’ she cried out, feeling the pressure poured on by Elaine who simply advised her ‘then submit, bitch!’

‘Fuck off’ Daisy groaned, then Elaine sat back that little bit more, adding extra pressure to the hold. ‘Aaaaaggghhh! Get off me you fat cunt!’ Daisy squealed now as she felt her back torqued increasingly painfully.

‘Give up you dirty little slapper!’ Elaine taunted now, keeping the pressure up as she realised that she Daisy in serious trouble now.

‘OOOOWWWWW! Like having……...fucking King Kong…..sat on me! Fat cunt!’ Daisy protested now as Elaine leaned back into the hold, knowing that she simply had to keep the pressure up. A submission was coming, it may take a few more moments, but Daisy showed no signs of being able to escape, her negligee sliding further up her body as Elaine raised her legs and bent her even more. ‘Fucking bitch!’ Daisy moaned now, ‘AIIIEEEE….OOOWWW!’ she shrieked, the pain getting to her more and more so. No let up from Elaine either, before finally, Daisy cried out ‘I fucking submit!’ and it was Elaine returning to the corner happy, demurely smoothing her negligee across her hips, before taking a seat.

‘Great job’ I told her now. ‘Look, she’s a vicious catfighter, there’s no doubt of that, but you can still use those wrestling skills like that too. I’m not so sure she can handle those as well’ I advised Elaine.

‘You could be right Steve, but I’m going to have to fight her first I think. That’s what I did there to set her up’ Elaine pointed out.

‘Earn the opportunity and then make her pay’ I agreed, just attending to the angry welts on Elaine’s shoulder for a moment. ‘She has claws though, so try to keep them off you if you can’ I told her.

‘Oh, I have claws too Steve, don’t worry’ Elaine smiled, waiting patiently for the end of the five minute break between falls. It was a long break that probably didn’t favour Elaine in the sense that she had got Daisy hurting with the boston crab, but now the brunette had been afforded the time to stretch that out. Both women returned to the mats now showing the early signs of the struggle, hair a little dishevelled, bodies just showing the first marks of their catty struggle. Over on the sofa, I could see that Emma, Debbie and Brianne were chatting amiably during the break in the action, then their attention was firmly fixed on the ring when the blonde and brunette met to continue their battle.

Once more, there was no preamble, no circling or exchanging of verbal barbs. There was something about these two women that just made them want to fight each other like wildcats. It was a true rivalry, in the sense that both just wanted to do what it took to beat the other, and it gave a style of match every bit as intense as any championship catfight I had seen. Here, to start the second fall, Elaine made a swipe for Daisy, a half slap, half grab for the hair that fell short on both grounds and left her wide open for Daisy to punch her in the right breast. That might have set Elaine on the back foot to some extent, though she warmed Daisy’s cheek a little with a slap. She had been moving backwards at the time though, so it lacked the power Daisy had packed into her follow up slap that really snapped Elaine’s head to the side as it cracked off her cheek. That gave the brunette the chance to really go for Elaine now, which she did with gusto, rushing in to grab a double handful of hair, and bring her on to a harsh knee lift into her big breasts.

‘Owwww! You bitch!’ Elaine protested, as Daisy kept up the attack roughly throwing her to the ground by her blonde hair. ‘Fat tits can’t take it bitch?’ Daisy taunted as she gave Elaine a little kick in the side and then lunged for her in something of a cross pin. She may have been able to scissor one arm, but Elaine was fast to get her other hand tangled up in Daisy’s curls so that she could pull her hair hard. ‘Slag!’ Daisy protested, though in truth, the hair attack was a relatively minor inconvenience to her as she started to slap away to Elaine’s thighs and stomach. Elaine tried to pull harder on Daisy’s hair now, hoping it would distract the brunette but she continued to flail away undeterred with her slaps to soften Elaine up. She had rolled a little further up Elaine’s body too, her back starting to push Elaine’s chin back a little and in turn presenting the blonde teacher’s breasts as a viable target. Even more so when a sharp tug on her left shoulder strap made short work of snapping it, allowing Daisy to push the silk and lace bodice out of the way to expose her left breast. A sharp tug on her hair caused Daisy to gasp for a moment now as she felt a burning pain in her scalp. Then she told Elaine harshly ‘when you’re writing on your chalk board in class tomorrow, and you feel your bra rubbing on this, think of me and how I kicked your fat slutty ass, bitch!’

Leaving that statement hanging in the air just for a moment, Daisy delivered a stinging slap to the breast, flattening it for a moment on impact. ‘Bitch!’ Elaine moaned, quickly followed by a shriek of ‘AAAAGGGGHHHH!’ as Daisy converted the slap to a grab and got her nails into the underside of Elaine’s breast. Once again, Daisy was showing she was a woman well versed in the use of her nails in a catfight as Elaine shrieked loudly in pain, feeling those nails digging into her sensitive breasts. ‘I’ll rip them fucking off!’ Daisy warned now, slapping hard and grabbing again as Elaine cried out then grabbed for the hair to try and counter.

‘Get off my fucking hair slag!’ Daisy reprimanded now, delivering a punch to the breasts before she got those nails dug back in. I could just about see Elaine’s face from my vantage point, and the look of pain on it was every bit as clear as evidence of her trouble here as her cries of pain were. ‘Fuck off, dirty fucking hooker!’ she shot back at Daisy though, still fighting hard, even as the brunette broke off her breast maul to pussy whip her for a moment. Elaine protested loudly at that move, but she tugged fiercely on Daisy’s hair once more now, causing the brunette to snarl at her ‘get...off...my...fucking...hair...cunt!’

‘Make me!’ Elaine taunted boldly from her position beneath the brunette who in turn punched her in the breast once more and got her nails sunk in for a nasty mauling move that made Elaine cry out in pain. She kept her grip on Daisy’s hair though because, I could see now, it was slowly bringing the brunette’s shoulder in range of her teeth. Teeth that Elaine was greatly relieved then to sink in to her rivals shoulder now, repaying her in a way for the earlier clawing of her own shoulder. More importantly, it gave her chance to escape perhaps as Daisy shrieked loudly in pain as she felt her body subjected to the harsh molar mauling from Elaine. But Daisy still lay on top of Elaine, still had her body laid out in front of her and still had plenty of ideas of what to do as she slammed two hard right hands into the blonde’s body. It was more than enough to force Elaine to break off her biting attack to suck in air and Daisy was free, quickly getting to her feet and using Elaine’s hair to force her to follow so that she could daze her with a knee lift to the face. Elaine dropped back to the mat, and now Daisy showed her that she had a few little moves of her own up her sleeve as she delivered a well timed leg drop across the back of her head to keep Elaine under pressure here in this second round.

Not moving her position for a moment, leg still draped across the back of Elaine’s head, she hitched up the skirt part of the blonde’s negligee, and slapped her arse, making sure to drag her nails there just a little. ‘’OOOWWW!’ You dirty fucking whore!’ Elaine protested as Daisy just laughed before lifting her leg and bringing it down as hard as she could manage across the back of her head once more. It wasn’t looking at all good for Elaine here in fall two as Daisy bunched her fist up and punched her hard in the side of the breast. Elaine groaned, then found herself trapped in a hair held half nelson now for a moment, Daisy using the hold to move Elaine just enough to trap her in a body scissors now, face down on the mat. Immediately Daisy turned on the power, causing Elaine to groan ‘MMMMFFFF!’ as she felt the breath getting crushed from her body by the surprisingly strong, long, legs of Daisy Peters. The brunette was in her element now, grabbing hair to slam Elaine’s face into the mat, slapping her arse again too, before she got her nails back into Elaine’s shoulder, continuing the work she had done there before by clawing her harshly. Elaine shrieked in pain, unable to really do anything to protect herself from the vicious but highly effective attack.

‘Give up you fat slapper!’ Daisy advised her now before flexing her legs hard once again to punish her as she cracked a smack off Elaine’s ass. Elaine was steadfastly trying to hold on as Daisy scratched her nails up the back of her left thigh, laddering her hold up stocking as she scratched her skin there. Then she was back to clawing her shoulder, Elaine shrieking in pain ‘Aaaaggggh! Stop fucking scratching me you cunt!’

That was predictably met by Daisy clawing at her shoulder with increased vigour as she realised it was getting to the blonde now. Elaine shrieked again, her face betraying her pain, and then Daisy flexed her legs hard again drawing a long cry of pain from Elaine before she blurted out ‘I submit!’

Daisy broke the scissor and claw holds, giving Elaine a quick slap on the arse before she headed back to her corner, now looking pretty confident in herself I thought. Not unreasonably so either as Elaine took a moment to gather herself down on the mat before coming back to her corner. She was marked up, Daisy’s work with her nails clear to see on her breast, arse and legs along with a mass of angry marks on her shoulder that were going to be a clear target in this final fall. She rubbed at her side too as she sat down, telling me ‘that fucking hurt Steve, her legs are strong!’

‘I see that, but remember, you’re the better wrestler. Can you use that against her?’ I suggested.

‘Maybe’ Elaine admitted ‘but I just want to tear into the little bitch Steve. There’s just something about her that makes me want to fight her like that’ she told me.

‘I understand what you mean’ I agreed. ‘Emma was often like that with Sara for quite a time. There are some opponents that just get to you I guess. The best I can say is to try to think and pick your shots, but if you’re just going to brawl with her, then really go for her?’ I suggested.

Over on the sofa, I could see the three women there talking excitedly about the fight they were watching, evidently enjoying the basic, catty fighting that they were watching. I was pretty sure I heard Debbie telling Brianne ‘I’d love to fight your sister, she’s an absolute wildcat!’ as well, but that was something for another day as the five minute period between falls was up, Elaine returning to the mat, left breast uncovered, looking a little the worse for wear, to face Daisy and the final fall of their fight. It had been a relatively short, but very intense fight so far, and now it was going to be decided over the next few minutes.

‘I’m going to rip you up now bitch!’ Daisy warned from across the ring as she and Elaine took a moment to circle and exchange views at the start of this fall. ‘Fuck you, you dirty tramp! I’ll destroy you now!’ Elaine shot back, as the circling continued a moment longer, both now taking aim with an occasional slap to the face. ‘Slut!’ Daisy hissed at Elaine; ‘whore!’ Elaine fired back, looking to tee off with another slap to the face. That missed, Daisy called her a cunt, and then struck the first telling blow of the final fall with a straight kick to the belly that doubled Elaine up with a groan. She just about blocked the worst of a knee lift to the breasts with her arms, but Daisy followed up with a clubbing blow across the back to drop Elaine to her knees. ‘That’s right bitch’ Daisy taunted now as she slapped Elaine hard in the face, ‘you’re used to being on your knees...all you need it something in your mouth….ooofff!’ she groaned as Elaine punched her in the belly. Now Daisy dropped to a knee in front of Elaine who simply dived for her, bowling the brunette back to the mat where an untidy catball quickly developed. This was no erotic, slow moving embrace though. It was a full speed flurry of fists, nails, hair and duelling legs as they rolled around the ring, slugging and scratching away at the other woman’s body.

‘Fucking bitch!’ Daisy snarled as she felt Elaine’s fingers close around her right breast, starting to maul her there with some fury. ‘OOOWWW!’ Daisy groaned loudly, but then she rocked Elaine with a fierce volley of slaps to the face and quickly rolled the catball so that she had Elaine beneath her on the mat. Now she prised Elaine’s fingers off her breast slowly before using a double handful of hair to bang the back of Elaine’s head off the mat. The blonde was dazed just for a second, but was rapidly returned to her senses by the searing pain of Daisy’s nails dug effectively into her left breast now. ‘OOOOWWWWW! You fucking dirty cunt!’ Elaine protested, certainly feeling all of the ill intent behind Daisy’s breast maul. In reply, she grabbed the thin straps of the front of the catty brunette’s negligee, quickly making short work of them so that she could pull the bodice down and attack her breasts in return. A slap and nail drag grazed across both breasts harshly before Elaine grabbed on to Daisy’s right nipple, twisting it before pulling harshly to draw a squeal of pain from her.

‘Let go slag!’ Daisy admonished, but Elaine ignored her of course, twisting and pulling for all she was worth. In response, Daisy got her claws ever deeper into the underside of Elaine’s breast and punished her so that both women were crying out from the pain of the respective breast attacks. Daisy held top position though, and she used it well, reverting to those two handfuls of blonde hair to bump Elaine’s head off the mats twice in order to break off Elaine’s nipple attack on her. Then she made short work of Elaine’s remaining shoulder strap to mean that when the match returned to both ladies being on their feet, they would be topless, and effectively nude quite quickly as the negligee’s fell from their bodies. Daisy wasn’t looking to test that theory just yet though, instead choosing to close both hands around the throat of the school teacher, in a move that could well end the fight if Elaine did nothing to counter it. ‘Tap or nap, you little skank!’ Daisy taunted, enjoying her dominance over Elaine at this stage before the blonde surprised her with a nail slash across her breasts and a punch to the body that sent Daisy rolling off her. ‘Fucking whore!’ Elaine fired back at her now, kicking out from her prone position and catching Daisy in the side to send her rolling towards the bottom rope.

Now Elaine was determined to put her mark on Daisy, struggling to her feet and stepping out of her white and black negligee as she rushed to catch her there by the ropes. A foot on the back of the head forced Daisy’s throat to the rope for a split second before Elaine dropped to her knees to deliver a crushing double fisted blow to the shoulders. ‘Get up slut!’ she admonished now, not waiting for Daisy to comply though as she used two handfuls of her hair to enforce the demand before sliding a hand between the brunette’s legs to lift and body slam her. Dropping her hard near the ropes, Elaine enjoyed the groan of pain from Daisy as she arched her back, moaning ‘my fucking back, you bitch!’ She was in a spot of trouble, and Elaine took the initiative, stomping her in the belly before dropping heavily on top of her in a schoolgirl pin, sat high on her chest. Instinctively now, Daisy went for Elaine’s big breasts, only for Elaine to intercept the attempt and pin her hands to the mat above her head. ‘Remember this from last time cunt?’ Elaine asked, stopping only to deliver a rebuke in the form of a slap to the face before moving forward to complete the face sit on the feisty brunette. Daisy’s immediate protests were well muffled by a face full of naked pussy from Elaine, who taunted ‘speak clearly bitch! What did you say?!’

I think the general gist of it was along the lines of ‘get off me you bitch!’ but another protest was very effectively muffled by Elaine’s ass and pussy on Daisy’s face, and frankly, it started to look like Mrs Smith might beat Mrs Peters via a face sit for the second time. Daisy bucked and squirmed ineffectively beneath Elaine’s 151lbs, swung a knee up to catch her in the back to no avail, and then looked to be fading from the smothering effect. ‘That’s right, you’re going to have to get used to having my pussy in your face if you fight me, you little whore!’ the blonde admonished her now, confident she had control. ‘Mmmfffff...fffmmmm!’ was the response from Daisy who swung a knee up again, jolting Elaine just a little but she maintained control of the situation and continued to ride the brunette’s face, smothering her. ‘Shut up cunt!’ Elaine taunted cockily now, adding ‘save your breath you stupid tart!’ but then it was she who was surprised to find the beleaguered brunette able to snake her legs around her body and use them to quickly pull Elaine off her backwards. Now it was in the balance again as both ladies flailed out with kicks to the body, both landing, but neither tellingly so as they scrambled apart.

‘Close bitch, close….’ Elaine taunted Daisy, holding her thumb and forefinger just a fraction apart to show that she thought she’d almost got the job done.

‘Fuck you, tramp!’ Daisy shot back, telling Elaine ‘I’m still here in front of you dumbass, so what are you going to do about it?’

There was no verbal response from Elaine now; no, she seemed to prefer actions over words at this stage, rushing into Daisy and perhaps the final act of this fight began in the style it had opened. Two handfuls of hair and forehead to forehead, the two fighters started to look to push the other back, all the time adjusting their grip of the hair to try and cause maximum pain to the other woman. An occasional slap would land from both women, to face and body as Daisy’s negligee completed it’s inevitable journey to the ground now, forcing her to step out of it deftly as Elaine aimed a knee to her body. That landed but so did Daisy’s retort of a slap up into the breasts, converted to another nail grab there, each movement of her fingers sending fiery barbs of pain into Elaine’s breast. ‘Fucking nails, you cunt!’ Elaine moaned now, going with another knee to the body in return that Daisy twisted her body to avoid the very worst of. Then she struck back with a knee of her own that caught Elaine in the side, causing a momentary wobble of the legs that allowed Daisy to force her back to a corner now. Elaine recovered her composure now, getting back into the hair and slapping at Daisy’s breast in return as the catfight got increasingly attritional now.

Daisy used the hair to try and wrench Elaine’s head to the side, landing one good slap before Elaine countered, using her hair grab and a thumb pressed into Daisy’s cheek to do the same to her. As she looked to strike with a slap of her own, she cried out in pain as Daisy used her heel to rake her shin and stamp on her foot. It may not have been as effective as when she did it with her high heels on in their previous fight, but Elaine hopped on to one foot and was immediately caught with a knee lift to the pussy. Rocked back against the turnbuckle, Elaine groaned loudly ‘you fucking slag!’ but she was in trouble, an immediate barrage of slaps threatening to beat her down to the mat before Daisy got her with a straight kick to the pit of the stomach and it was deep trouble for Elaine. She dropped to a seated position against the turnbuckle now, gasping for breath as Daisy told her to ‘give up you fat tart!’ before she repeated the dose with the kick to the belly. Now she groaned loudly, rolling to the side and in pain as she clutched herself. Daisy took her time, waiting until Elaine rolled to her front before she dropped heavily into place, straddling her back. Elaine tried to cover up desperately now as Daisy peppered the back of her head with a flurry of slaps that threatened to leave her in a daze. But then the brunette spotted her chance by grasping a firm handful of hair to force Elaine’s face clear of the mat. Next she grabbed Elaine’s left hand ,twisting the fingers painfully to aid her in slowly manipulating it into place, snugly around the blonde teacher’s throat. It was a choke of sorts being administered by Elaine’s own arm, while the hair pull continued to punish her for now. The blonde cried out in pain before Daisy told her to ‘shut the fuck up unless you want to submit bitch!’

‘Fuck off whore!’ Elaine fired back but she was soon screaming out again as Daisy dipped her head forward to sink her teeth into her already scratched and hurting shoulder. ‘Now’ Daisy said, breaking off from the biting for a moment, ‘what were you saying, you dirty slut?’ she asked before sinking her teeth back in.

‘AAAAGGGGHHHH! You fucking…...OOOOWWWWW!’ Elaine shrieked loudly, in serious trouble now, at the hands and teeth of Daisy who seemed to have her number here.

‘Give up you dumb cow!’ Daisy implored, and then her teeth were sunk back into the shoulder for a third time, and there was no way out for Elaine, submit or suffer being her only options.

‘AIIIEEEE! My shoulder! You….cunt!’ she squealed at the top of her voice, the pain etched so clearly across her face. ‘I……..fuck! I…...submit!!’ she shrieked now to concede the submission and the match to Daisy. This had been a wild match, filled with anger and fury on the part of both women. There was something about putting the two of them together in a fight that seemed to guarantee fireworks, and tonight had been no exception to that as Daisy returned to her corner and a celebratory embrace. I helped Elaine back to her corner, a consoling arm lightly around her shoulders, while on the sofa, the audience of three fighting ladies actually applauded the two fighters for the rough, catty show they had put on.

The other thing that amazed me with Elaine and Daisy was that outside of the ring, they could actually be quite cordial with each other, so it was pretty late by the time everyone had left. Debbie had secured herself a possible match with Daisy, Emma had talked Brianne into perhaps trying out for a catfight with the Smythe’s, and Elaine and Daisy had parted amicably enough, albeit with a challenge hanging in the air.

‘Think of me when your shoulder and tits hurt you at work tomorrow Mrs Smith’ Daisy had smiled.

‘Oh I will’ Elaine smiled in return. ‘Until next time Mrs Peters?’

‘Indeed’ Daisy replied, ‘indeed…’

And that had almost been it for the night. ‘Just the ring to get down’ I told Emma, heading for the garage.

‘Leave it for tonight Steve’ Emma said grabbing my arm. ‘I’m tired, lets get some sleep. Jem won’t be back until the afternoon, so there’s plenty of chance to get it down in the morning’ she smiled.

‘If you’re sure?’ I asked, but Emma was already heading for the stairs, her decision made it seemed, so casting a quick glance at the garage door, I decided to follow her.