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Fight Like A Woman

By Wolfboy

Noreen takes on an old rival of Emma’s in a tough fight

It had been some time since we’d seen a formerly friendly rival of Emma’s, Alana Seddon, in action, but she and Emma still spoke regularly enough. A couple of days after Emma’s title win over Staci, Alana had phoned to congratulate her on a job well done in retaining the title. She’d also surprised Emma with some news, telling her ‘I’ve got myself my first ever public match next week Emma. I’d love it if you and Steve could be there so that I feel like I’ve got a couple of friends somewhere out there in the crowd!’

Emma was delighted to agree we would go and watch her old friend and rival in action for what it seemed was a private challenge match with a small invited audience against Noreen, herself a former rival of both Emma and Debbie. Noreen had been searching for a woman to fight her, looking for a hard, physical match, and Alana had stepped up to the mark, encouraged to fight publicly, knowing it would be a small, invited audience, not filmed, and just taking part paid reasonably thanks to a generous sponsor of the fight. Emma had been happy to give Alan the low down on Noreen, but perhaps her best bit of advice was to come last. ‘The thing you have to remember fighting in front of a crowd Lana’ Emma said, using the shortened version of her name that she often favoured, ‘is not to get carried along by them too much. It’s quite a buzz, and you have to pace yourself early on to avoid the adrenaline just pulling you along too quickly. Remember that though, and you’re fitter than she is, you’ll kick her arse!’

We’d taken our seats around a small wrestling wring in a secluded back street gym, a crowd of around 50 people in a single row of seats all the way around ringside to guarantee a great view. There was no ring announcer it seemed, a slip of paper on each seat simply advertising the fight as ‘Noreen vs Alana’. Beneath each fighter’s name, the briefest summary of their stats; Noreen at 5 feet 7 inches, 180lbs, measuring 38DD-34-44, Alana at 5 feet 9 inches, 184lbs and measuring 40D-27-39. No records were included for either fighter, though I knew them to be 16 wins and 8 losses for Noreen and 42 wins and 17 losses for Alana. I also suspected that Noreen’s record probably only contained her more official catfights as she struck me as a woman who loved to fight and I doubted she’d only had 24 fights. The last entry on the paper covered the simple rules; no time limit, best of 3 verbal submissions only. No punching, kicking, biting or scratching to the face, all other moves legal.

As soon as the crowd was all in place, the two fighters were led to the ring by the referee, an imposing looking black woman in a black and white striped catsuit. Noreen wore an emerald green satin and lace bra and thong set, Alana had chosen something similar enough in a mixture of navy blue and black. Two thick, powerful women, here to fight hard, like only tough ladies of their ilk could. The lack of ring announcer meant that there was no preamble now, no anxious wait. Both women dropped water bottles and towels in their corners, slipped into the ring and within seconds, had been instructed to fight by the referee. I was pleased to see Alana not rushed into action despite the undoubted thrill she would have felt fighting in this small venue, even after Noreen landed a couple of heavy handed slaps to her chest in the opening seconds. The blonde, still with relatively short hair, now cut in a simple French bob style, took her time before stinging Noreen as she strayed into range with a heavy slap to the face. Neither woman would be rushed so far though, content to circle and throw shots from range, the crowd appreciating the feeling out process for what it was.

The room still reverberated to the sounds of hand on flesh as the slaps landed through a tense opening before Alana latched onto Noreen’s long brunette hair and tried to rag her head around. Noreen immediately punched to the belly, low, right on the waistband of Alana’s thong. Alana groaned but we knew she was a tough woman, not likely to give up at the first sign of adversity. It did bring her hair into range for Noreen though, and her fingers were quickly laced amongst the fine blonde hair, practically at the roots as she yanked Alana forward with some harsh hair pulling. ‘Bitch!’ Alana protested, but she was locked on to Noreen’s longer hair too with both hands, pulling hard. Again, Noreen took the initiative, controlling Alana’s head well enough with one hand while she started to whip punches into the blonde’s breasts to punish her in the early going. In her way, Noreen was a very traditional style of catfighter; she had skills, but was often happy just to target the triumvirate of hair, tits and pussy. Even in this early going, she was showing that she was happy to target Lana that way, trying to follow up with a pussy grab, only to be thwarted by the blonde, with a knee to the body. Alana backed Noreen to the ropes quickly after the knee, sent a punch to the brunette’s body and then tried to Irish Whip her to the opposite ropes. Unfortunately for Alana, Noreen’s hand had yet to leave her blonde hair, and she used that grip to keep control and reel Alana back into a side headlock.

The headlock wasn’t maintained for long though, Noreen preferring to send Alana up and over her hip in a throw to drop her to the mat. The brunette followed in too, dropping heavily into a cross pin, lying across Alana’s chest. Noreen scissored one arm between her thick thighs, didn’t bother about the other hand, and quickly found it wrapped in her hair as Alana looked to counter. No concern for the American who grabbed hair again with her left hand and started to send in a series of punches to the body with her right hand. ‘Fucking bitch’ Alana protested as a punch landed to the crotch; Noreen just smiled and landed another to the left breast now as she continued to soften Alana up in the early going. Not that Alana was a shrinking violet by any stretch of the imagination, breaking the hair pull to rake her nails on Noreen’s shoulder. ‘You cunt!’ the American complained now, but she was keeping control of the situation with her punches for now, targetting both breasts with sharp punches to make sure Alana kept feeling her knuckles. The blonde tried to cross her legs, perhaps sensing a crotch attack from the American now amid the torrid opening, tempting Noreen to crash some heavy slaps off them. As the sound of hand on thigh subsided, it was replaced by an anguished cry from Alana as Noreen’s right hand was inside her bra, suddenly twisting her nipple and clawing her breast. ‘Aaaaggggh….Ooowwww!’ Alana moaned as Noreen told her to ‘submit you big pussy”’ still with the fight in it’s early stages.

‘No!’ Alana replied firmly, then she took another punch to the crotch from the American who was all over her, and attacking her most sensitive areas with some abandon now. It was clever from Noreen, keeping the potentially stronger, fitter woman grounded while she worked her over to take some of the early fight away from her. Alana went back to the hair, started to try and maul Noreen’s ass with her scissored hand too, anything to throw Noreen off her while the American continued to work on a nipple twist again now, pain etched clearly on Alana’s face. Perhaps the opening ferocity combined with her unfamiliarity in working in front of a crowd had taken Alana aback at first; she recognised she was in a fight though and looked to do something about it now. First she pushed at Noreen’s face, tried to get a hand smother on her, and narrowly avoided having her fingers bitten as she snatched her hand clear. In turn, Noreen rolled back a little towards Alana’s head, and as she gained more space to rain in some heavy slaps to the blonde’s breasts, she unwittingly gave Alana a target. One she took with relish, sinking her teeth into Noreen’s shoulder, forcing the brunette to roll clear for a moment.

Alana was quick to rise, knowing she needed to be to narrowly avoid a front headlock attempt from Noreen; just about able to shrug that attack off, she caught the brunette with a right hand to the belly. A chance then for Alana to work her way out of range and maybe just get her thoughts back together in this fight. Now both traded blows as they circled at some distance, slaps landing to the face, punches to the body too as Noreen warned Alana she’d pay for biting her. Alana didn’t look too concerned, slapping Noreen’s face repeatedly from range. Noreen fired back though, her punches unerringly accurate as they found Alana’s breasts. ‘That’s going to take a toll’ Emma remarked to me, watching the action unfold, ‘Lana has to start blocking some of them, she can’t keep getting punched square in the tits.’

A fair point I suspected though there was no immediate break in the piston like jabs finding their mark before Alana grabbed Noreen’s hair and pulled the American woman straight on to a knee to the body. Alana was a strong woman, Emma knew from past experience, and now she effortlessly lifted and slammed Noreen to the mat with some authority. Noreen moaned as she hit hard, but once again she had a surprise in store for Alana as the blonde leaned over her to grab her hair, thrusting her feet up to catch Alana in the breasts and knock her to the mat on her backside. That meant both women got to their feet again, roughly at the same time, and Noreen narrowly missed the mark with an attempted crotch kick, eating a slap to the face in return that sent her back into the ropes. Alana came in, forced to take two stiff punches to the breasts as she did so before she was able to send Noreen off the ropes with an Irish Whip. She set herself to shoulder tackle Noreen to the mat, but that just led to a shuddering impact of two 180lb plus ladies in which neither gave an inch. Alana quickly reacted, securing a side headlock on the American now who responded equally quickly to take a crotch maul on the blonde who groaned loudly at finding herself attacked in another very sensitive area. Noreen quickly eased Alana’s thong aside a little and drew a shriek of pain from the blonde as her fingers found their mark quickly, forcing Alana up on tip toes as she felt the fierce pain. She was at least able to put paid to Noreen quickly this time, with a fierce slap up into the face; stunned, Noreen offered little resistance as Alana flipped her over her hip to the mat.

Alana released the headlock as she sent Noreen up and over, before immediately crashing one of her thick thighs down across Noreen’s chest in a big leg drop. The using a handful of hair, she pulled Noreen’s head in between her thighs, face pressed right into her crotch, as she clamped her thighs around it in a tight head scissors. Now, suddenly, it was Noreen in some first round trouble, a smothering head scissors with Alana’s strong thighs punishing her. Predictably, she groped blindly for a target as she struggled in the head scissors, and hands sliding beneath Alana’s bra, she started to squeeze and maul her once again, bringing a look of pain to the blonde’s face. In return, Alana tensed her thighs hard, forcing Noreen to moan ‘Aaaaaggghhh!’ as she felt the crushing pressure on her head; then Alana slapped the top of Noreen’s head, grabbed her hair, and made sure she was pulled tight into her crotch. ‘Aiiieeeee...fuck!’ Alana moaned loudly though as Noreen continued to work her breasts over with abandon. She had to make a decision it seemed; could she squeeze Noreen to the first submission without sustaining too much more damage to her breasts? Noreen was too tough to put away quickly Alana decided, instead catching her with a punch to the ribs before releasing the hold and trying to roll clear. She made it to her knees before Noreen grabbed her ankle, pulling it so that Alana found herself flat on her front on the mat. Noreen was on her quickly too, dropping an elbow from her knees around the back of Alana’s head. Then she crossed her legs into a loose figure four, planting a knee on Alana’s crossed ankles to pin them in place. Her right hand was inside Alana’s thong almost immediately, mauling the blonde who cried out in pain now, and then Noreen took a rough handful of her short blonde hair as well, wrenching her head back to add to the pain. ‘Aaaaaggghhh!’ Alana screamed out, quickly followed by ‘noooo!’ as Noreen invited her to ‘submit bitch!’

Noreen kept up her attack, stopping briefly to brush a clump of fine blonde hair from her fingers before ramping up the pressure. ‘Submit and make it easy on yourself cunt!’ she admonished Alana now, receiving another firm negative reply. Noreen looked to have things well under control, drawing another pained cry from Alana with her crotch maul, and continuing to totally trash her hairstyle with her hard hair pulling. She got careless though, in sight perhaps of a first submission and Alana caught her with two hard elbows back into the ribs to knock her off and perhaps turn the tide of the first fall. As Noreen moaned down on the mats, winded it seemed by the elbows that had surprised her, Alana got to her feet, adjusting her thong as she did so. A kick to the ribs got Noreen’s attention, then Alana used the hair to get Noreen to all fours so that she could have a quick game of football with Noreen’s left breast. That sent the American woman rolling across the mat in some trouble, with Alana in quick pursuit, using a handful of hair to bring Noreen to her feet and introduce the brunette’s face to the lightly padded turnbuckles. Sensing that she had her opponent reeling, Alana realised that this was her chance to strike, and she did so, capturing Noreen in a choking front headlock before she jumped up to wrap her thick thighs around the brunette’s body in a vice like body scissors. The action quickly went to the mat, Noreen getting choked and squeezed as she once again latched on to Alana’s breasts, squeezing hard and quickly adding a nipple twist to the mix. It was a tight choke though, and the American was in trouble, perhaps seeing her tit mauling more as an investment for the next two round of fighting if she was unable to escape here.

And it looked grim for her chances, Alana leaning back that little bit more, a grimace on her face as she felt Noreen work her breasts hard once again. ‘Submit bitch...or take a nap!’ she warned, happy to take either outcome. Noreen clubbed two punches in to her ribs now, another to the right breast, then she started to look for a crotch maul; Alana ramped up the pressure with both of her holds though, Noreen groaning loudly as she sent one more punch into the right breast, then she forced to admit ‘I submit!’ as she choke took it’s toll on her. She did add a rather firm tapping out motion to the submission, slapping her hand down three times across Alana’s breasts before the hold was broken. It had been a tough round for Alana, but she’d weathered the storm and come out on top. She was breathing pretty hard in her corner though as she towelled herself off and took a sip of water; there was a wince too as her towel worked across her breasts and she felt Noreen’s earlier efforts there.

‘I think Lana needs to finish her quick in fall two’ Emma opined now. ‘Noreen has gone after her tits hard so far, trying to soften her up I’d say. She’s been playing a long game and that could pay off for her, especially if the fight goes longer’ she suggested. I had to agree; it had been a good start for Alana on the scoreboard, but Noreen had been targetted in her attacks, and I knew that could pay off for her. There was only a short break permitted between falls, and the two women were back at it quickly as the referee instructed them to fight. Now there was an interesting dynamic with Alana looking a little cautious while Noreen, perhaps realising she had Alana hurt, probed for openings. In truth, it may have been the wrong approach for Alana who may have been better looking to attack straight off, but she was able to land some slaps to the body of the American brunette to a cost of a couple of body punches landing in the opening moments. She landed a good kick to Noreen’s thigh too, gaining in confidence all the time, but she telegraphed another kick, which allowed Noreen to catch her foot. With Alana caught hoping on one foot it was a chance to strike that Noreen wouldn’t refuse, though she took a slightly indirect route of attack, sweeping the blonde’s leg from under her first. As Alana landed flat on her back, Noreen delivered a stomp to the crotch, and Alana’s howl of pain that reverberated around the room showed it was the American in charge of fall two.

She took control of things quickly too, forcing Alana to her feet by the hair, before she waist locked her to deliver a pussy pounding atomic drop. Alana screamed out in pain again as she stayed frozen in place on Noreen’s knee for long enough to allow the American to get her hands beneath her bra. Another squeal of distress then from the blonde showed she had latched on to her nipples again to twist them fiercely. Then a jerk of the leg up into Alana’s crotch knocked her off balance, falling to the mat, Noreen keeping hold of her nipples for as long as possible to add to the pain. Sometimes in a fight of this style, it was possible to see the point where one woman realised she was starting to break her opponent down. And for Noreen, this was clearly that point; Alana clutched across her breasts with her left hand before Noreen pulled it away, flat to the mat, standing on her hand to pin it there. Before Alana could react to defend herself, the American delivered two hard stomps, one to each breast, sending Alana rolling across the mat, moaning loudly in pain. Her short blonde hair remained a target too, Noreen grabbing two rough handfuls, right at the roots and dragging the screaming blonde back to the centre ring, not caring if she happened to pull some out on the way. Alana was down at the centre of the of the ring as Noreen stood over her before delivering a big splash right across her breasts, making sure to keep the pain burning there. Then the brunette elected to show her skills momentarily, using a neat half nelson to roll Alana to her belly, allowing her to straddle the blonde’s lower back. One hand was immediately in her hair, roughly wrenching her head to the right to put pressure on her neck, the other hand deftly unclasping her bra to allow Noreen unhindered access to her breasts now. That was hardly likely to end well for Alana I fancied, but for now, Noreen went to a double handful of hair, ripping away for the moment to the soundtrack of Alana’s cries of pain. She switched quickly then to slam Alana’s face into the mat, knowing it would stun the blonde and allow her time to look for her next move.

The match seemed to be in danger of becoming a one way beatdown it seemed but as Noreen went to the hair to pull Alana up, the blonde fired back with two right hands landing on the waistband of Noreen’s thong. Cause for thought for the tough brunette before she quelled the resistance for now with a knee driven in between Alana’s breasts. The blonde may have been knocked to her back by that, but she wasn’t allowed to stay down for long as Noreen got her to her feet by the hair. She took Alana straight into a series of hair mare throws, the third once finally dislodging her unfastened bra which fell to the mat to reveal the damage already done by Noreen. Pulling Alana up for a fourth time, Noreen now lifted the topless blonde to body slam her hard, near the edge of the ring. A knee drop followed, the brunette’s knee cap flattening Alana’s left breast as it landed, drawing a scream of pain as she continued to find her breasts to be the favoured target of her American opponent. And it was definitely taking a toll as she tried to defend them, only to take a stomp to the belly that crushed the wind out of her before Noreen rolled her under the bottom rope, allowing her to fall hard to the lightly padded floor.

Noreen went out on to the apron and stood there, just waiting for Alana to wearily find her feet before she dropped off the apron to the floor, landing an elbow smash to the shoulder blade as she did to send the blonde dropping back to her knees. The environment on the outside of the ring didn’t provide a great amount of room to work in, but there was enough potential for Noreen to do Alana some more harm there, forcing her to her feet and lifting her as if to slam her, only to drop her breasts first on to the edge of the ring apron. Alana dropped to a knee, howling in pain from that, both hands resting on the apron and she presented a perfect target for Noreen to send a brutal kick into her belly, sending the blonde rolling across the thin mats, gasping for air. This total control continued quickly, Noreen forcing Alana to her feet and pushing her hands on to the apron again before quickly securing a crotch claw on the blonde from behind. Again her fingers eased Alana’s thong aside as she mauled her womanhood roughly, drawing another shriek of anguish from the beleaguered blonde. She tried to strike back again, swinging an elbow that caught Noreen harmlessly enough on the shoulder, but then she stamped hard on her foot, forcing Noreen back off her for the moment. Alana dropped to her knees though, clearly feeling the pace of the incessant beatdown Noreen was trying to put on her, and all too soon she felt the burning pain in her scalp as the brunette laced her fingers through her hair and used the grip to slam her face into the ring apron.

Alana was dazed, but Noreen’s fingers barely left her hair as she simply dragged the moaning blonde towards the ring post before rolling her back in to the ring. Noreen had Alana positioned perfectly to use the steel post in part of a bow and arrow move, stretching her harshly around the ring post, one hand pulling her thigh, the other just wrapped up in her blonde locks again, causing her to scream in pain once again. The hold was excruciating, and might well have caused a submission on it’s own, had it not been for Noreen losing her grip on Alana’s hair as she pulled a clump out once more. That was scant relief though for the blonde as Noreen pulled her back towards the outside so that she lay with her breasts presented skywards on the ring apron for a harsh elbow smash to land across them. Noreen backed up now, looking to get a run at Alana to repeat the dose, getting that little bit of extra power behind the elbow on the run, and it seemed like she had Alana just where she wanted her to even the score. Now she got back into the ring and showed her sadistic streak as she grabbed both of Alana’s ankles, dragging the blonde so that her breasts were perfectly positioned beneath the bottom ring rope. She still had scope to surprise Alana though, drawing a howl of pain as she delivered a crotch kick and ground her heel into Alana’s crotch for a moment, before she dropped back to slingshot the breasts in to the unforgiving bottom ring rope.

Emma winced on her friend’s behalf at that move, as Noreen looked on, pretty satisfied that she had more or less broken Alana to her will in this second fall. The brunette knew that Alana’s breasts must have felt like they were on fire by now, but she didn’t go straight for them, instead forcing the blonde to her feet and heaving her up into a harsh body slam. As the blonde hit hard, moaning in pain, she rolled to her front and in an instant, Noreen straddled her back, draping her arms across her knees to capture Alana in a camel clutch. Of course, she had a quick pull at the blonde hair of the English woman, but then she forced herself on to her tiptoes to increase the torque on Alana’s back before reaching over her shoulders for both nipples which she cruelly twisted now. ‘Nnnngghhhh!’ Alana groaned loudly; Noreen twisted her nipples some more, and the fall was over with Alana crying out ‘I submit, I submit!’

Noreen climbed off the blonde now, a smile on her face as she let her fall on her already painful breasts to the mat. I think at that point, she probably knew that she had Alana beaten; her breasts were marked up, battered and bruise, her head was throbbing from the incessant, vicious hair pulling and her pussy had received it’s fair share of attention from Noreen too. Three targets that I had no doubt the American would be happy to get back to targetting as soon as fall three started. Emma felt it too, suggesting ‘this is going to be a pretty short fall I think, especially if Noreen goes straight after the tits again. I don’t think Lana can resist her for long if she does that Steve.’ I couldn’t help but agree with her logic, especially as Noreen made a challenge to make round three completely no holds barred to Alana. The blonde surprised nearly everyone in attendance by agreeing to it; to me it made perfect sense for her to accept it though as it gave her the chance of getting lucky with one shot that could change the fight. Noreen looked confident of herself though as the referee confirmed fall three would be fought under no holds barred rules before she called them to fight. Noreen had one last surprise up her sleeve too, returning to the ring topless as she discarded her bar, the move showing that her breasts had barely been marked in comparison to Alana’s.

I knew the blonde had rarely been a no holds barred fighter, but she started the round impressively to rock Noreen’s head back with a jab to the mouth. Indeed, she found her target again just after, snapping the brunette’s head back and making everyone in the room wonder if she had been able to turn the tide after that torrid second fall. Behind that jab, she elected to swarm into Noreen against the ropes, landing a knee to the body, but at close range, the brunette struck quickly, two short punches slamming into Alana’s right breast forcing her to clinch desperately to stop the punishment. That just opened up a different avenue of attack to Noreen who lifted her knee hard into Alana’s crotch before grabbing the waistband of her thong to pull it hard into a wedgie now, threatening to tear the garment as it cut into Alana’s pussy painfully. It may well have torn, but Noreen had other plans to hurt the blonde, and using the now no holds barred nature of the fight, she simply headbutted Alana in the face, sending the blonde a little glassy eyed to the mat.

There was to be no respite down on the mat either as Alana started to try and crawl away from Noreen, knowing she needed time and space to recover only to find herself flattened to the mat by a heavy elbow drop across the lower back. Noreen decided to remove Alana’s thong the conventional way now, rather than ripping it off her, and throwing that to the edge of the ring. Rolling her to her back, Noreen took great delight in finding a neat thatch of blonde pubic hair for her to attack, her hair pulling intentions diverted south of the border for a moment as Alana let out another anguished shriek. She was a tough woman, but in the intense spotlight of public catfighting, she was getting woman-handled by the tough American now. Noreen wasn’t about to ease up either; she wanted the win and the extra prize money that brought, and she pulled Alana up to her feet by the hair on her head now. Another headbutt sent Alana reeling back to the ropes in trouble, as Noreen rushed in after her. The blonde landed a kick to the body, a weak effort though, lacking snap that Noreen more or less walked straight through before catching Alana with a knee to the body. Now another shriek of pain from the blonde as Noreen cruelly raked her nails across her belly, the fight increasingly draining from the body of the English fighter. The brunette was cruel now, draping Alana’s throat across the middle rope, then grabbing her legs to stretch her out horizontally before she sent a cruel kick to the crotch. Alana gasped in anguish, and less than two minuted into the final fall the writing was on the wall for her.

It was clear that Noreen wasn’t getting paid by the minute as well now, because she dropped Alana’s legs to the mat, then grabbed her by the hair to force her to her feet, straight up in to a lift and across the knee back breaker that took the wind out of Alana’s lungs. Noreen was ready to finish her off, dropping to kneel on Alana’s body, one knee in her right breast, the other on the blonde’s left shoulder as her shin rode across her throat, choking her. Then, the coupe de grace was applied, a vicious two handed hair pull that torqued Alana’s neck agonisingly as Noreen looked intent on turning the naked blonde back to front here on the mat. There was no resisting any longer for Alana, suffering from the painful knee in her breasts, the choke, the savage hair pulling and neck twist was simply the final straw for her. ‘OOOWWW…...FUCK….I SUBMIT!!’ she screamed out, giving the fight to Noreen by a margin of two submissions to one. It had been the American’s targetted attacks that had done the damage, of that there was no doubt. No lasting damage for Alana, but her first experience of professional catfighting in front of a crowd would leave her sore in all the wrong places for the next few days at least!

Noreen had posed over Alana briefly at the end of the fight too, a foot placed firmly on her blonde’s breasts giving her one final thing to remember her by. Then Noreen had left the ring to the applause of the crowd as had Alana when she’d got to her feet a moment or two later, naked and beaten, but in a way exhilarated at what she’d done we found out later as we caught up with her outside.

‘Jesus Lana!’ Emma smiled ‘I’d hug you but I think it’d hurt after that!’ she told her as we chatted.

‘You’re not kidding Em’ Alana grimaced. ‘The bitch did a number on my tits and fuck me, my scalp hurts!’ she admitted. ‘I wasn’t quite ready for the intensity of professional fighting I guess. It’s not quite like meeting Doris for a quiet Sunday afternoon catfight in private I guess!’ she shrugged.

‘Well for one thing…..you’ve actually fought someone called Doris?’ Emma laughed, ‘and yeah, professional catfighting can be like that I guess Your opponent is only interested in beating you up. It can be….intense.’ she said.

‘Don’t I know it?’ Alana admitted, but she smiled ‘I’m not put off, I’ll do it again if the deal is right. And yeah, I have fought a woman called Doris, three times actually. She’s an older lady, but she likes to fight still, and I’m always happy to take her on, she’s fun, you’d like her’ Alana laughed.

So would we see the blonde teacher back in more professional action soon I found myself wondering.