The Teacher And The Lady
By Wolfboy
Who will come out on top in a privately arranged bitchfight?
Alana had mentioned to Emma that she had been starting to arrange another public catfight against a teacher from a nearby private school This would be as part of a two or three fight event with each also selecting their best ex-pupil to take part in a match. If it was needed, a tag match would settle the better school, with the invited audience paying handsomely for the privilege, the majority of the proceeds would go to the two schools, with a little set aside for two winner’s prizes to ensure some hard fought catfighting.
‘The thing it, I hear that she’s good Em. So I could do with at least one good warm up match. Do you know anyone that I could take on? Alana had asked Emma.
‘Well I can think of a few to be honest Lana’ Emma said, continuing ‘what exactly are you looking for?’
‘I
guess a real bitchfight!’ Alana told her. ‘ I want a woman that’s big, strong,
and wants to fight hard’ she said.
‘Leave it with me’ Emma told her friend. ‘I know a few who fit the bill, let me see who I can arrange it with for you Lana’ she said.
A phone call to Lady Amelia had resolved that, though not entirely in the way Emma had anticipated. She’d planned to use Amelia as a sounding board on two or three women she’d thought might be suitable. She was a bit taken aback when Amelia listened to her for a moment, then said ‘why not just let me fight her?’
‘Are you sure Amelia?’ Emma had asked.
‘Absolutely. I don’t care if I win or lose, but running a catfight company full time means that oddly enough, I rarely get to fight. And I like to fight. Like when that Toni bitch beat me to get her shot at you, I was pissed off that I lost, but I did feel exhilarated for days after as well’ she told Emma. Her excitement at the prospect of fighting was clear in her voice, helping to make Emma’s mind up.
‘Well,
if you’re sure, I’ll put you in Amelia. Where do you want to do it?’ she asked
now.
‘Anywhere. She can come here, I’ll go to her, somewhere neutral. Just make it nice and private’ Amelia said.
‘That I can do’ Emma agreed, deciding quickly that the perfect place to host the fight would be our garage ring. Valuable extra ring experience for Alana who usually preferred to fight on mats and private enough to suit what both women preferred as well as being a good safe setting. Both women had readily agreed to a one fall bitch fight as they were calling it. No time limit, no punching or kicking to the face, anything else goes until one submits. The incongruity of two really quite refined, civilised ladies being friendly and polite to each other, knowing that they would then fight each like wildcats in the ring wasn’t lost on me as both sat in our lounge chatting. I knew it to be perfectly normal as often as not though, as they shared some fighting experiences, sizing the other up as they did so, I was fairly sure. No referee was required for the fight which would be watched by Emma, Jemma, Beth and I to provide a small audience. The time for small talk had largely finished as Alana asked Amelia ‘should we?’ and Amelia nodded in return ‘I think we probably should.’ Both headed to the garage now, their respective styles different, their respective intent to beat the other very much the same.
Alana was sporty, as fitted her day job as a sports teacher, wearing gym leggings and a pretty tight fitting T-shirt, especially where it stretched across her impressive breasts. Amelia for her part looked a little more refined perhaps, wearing a flowing dress as she headed for the ring. Those clothes would be shed though once Amelia and Alana were in the ring. There they would be two topless women, ready to brawl; for Amelia that preparation was quite easy too, her shoes kicked off, dress removed quickly and she was able to enter the ring wearing just a skimpy maroon thong. It did little to cover her modesty even at this stage of things, and if Alana had her way, I doubted it would manage even that for long. As I took one of the sofas in the garage, Jemma and Beth curled up together on the other one to watch the fight, while Emma was currently in the ring, evidently going to act as the ring announcer. Last to enter the ring was Alana, her leggings and t-shirt having taken the longer of the pre-fight outfits to remove. She wore just a turquoise spandex g-string, possibly even more minimalist than Amelia’s thong and equally as unlikely to protect her modesty for long when the action started.
Now the physical comparison was easier to make between the two fighters, and it was one that showed a good match up as Emma reeled off the stats. ‘Lady Amelia is 5 feet 10 inches tall, 180lbs, 40D-27-40 and has a record of 37 wins and 15 losses. Alana is 5 feet 9 inches tall, 185lbs, 40D-26-38 and has a record of 43 wins and 18 losses’ Emma said. Alana stretched lightly in her corner, her short blonde hair moving as she did so, a physically imposing, powerful woman there was no doubt. Amelia fitted that bill too; tall, powerful, her tightly curled raven coloured hair cascading in waves around her shoulders as she stood, hands on hips, in her corner. Emma called both in now, asking both ‘you know the rules, there is no referee, are you ready to fight to the agreed rules?’ Both nodded that they were, shook hands, then went back to their respective corners as Emma told them ‘come out and fight like bitches when you hear the bell ladies!’ With that, she slipped from the ring, struck the bell once with the little hammer that sat on the table next to it, and had barely taken her seat next to me before both ladies were wrapped up in the other’s hair. An early battle for supremacy was on that Amelia was able to win too, getting in close to the roots on Alana’s shorter hair to lead her to the corner and smash her face into the top turnbuckle. Alana took it, took a hard punch to the ribs too before she surprised Amelia in return with a back heel kick to the thigh. Amelia was on the back foot as Alana turned and caught her with a big forearm smash to the chest before getting a hold of her hair to throw the raven haired Lady Amelia in to the corner.
Amelia hit the turnbuckle and tried to come back out of there to attack again only for a straight kick to the body to stop her in her tracks. Doubled up, she was defenceless as Alana quickly grabbed her hair and used it to hurl her towards the centre of the ring. Rising as quickly as she could, Amelia found herself in the path of an onrushing Amazon in Alana who ploughed into the half standing aristocrat with a knee to the body to send her back to the mat. Now that desire to fight like bitches was shown by both women in turn. First Alana, a hand roughly in the top of Amelia’s hair, dragging the screeching raven haired fighter across the mats towards the corner before delivering a kick to the body. Amelia groaned as she took it, but as Alana tried to force her up by the hair, she caught her with a short right hand to the body. Being generous, that landed on the waistband and was immediately followed by a nail rake up Alana’s body until the nails sunk into the underside of her left breast. Now Alana cried out with pain before slapping the face of Amelia with some force; the raven haired woman clung on to her breast maul grimly though. It took another hard slap to the face to break the breast maul, and then Alana forced Amelia onto a harsh knee lift to the body by using her hair.
Amelia felt that, but she wasn’t permitted to go down as Alana kept hold of the hair and repaid her for earlier by smashing her face into the top turnbuckle now. Amelia looked wobbled as she held the top ropes for a moment, then she shrieked as Alana used her nails, raking them roughly down her back. Quickly Alana pressed the attack, turning Amelia so that her back was too the turnbuckle, and sent her into the opposite corner with an Irish Whip. Amelia hit hard and stayed there in the corner as Alana followed in, perhaps eyeing the walled section of the ring and how she might use that to do some damage. Instead, she ran into a stinging slap to the face from Amelia, enough to surprise her and see her reeled into a headlock by her blonde hair. Quickly, Amelia struck her with the flat of the hand to the face, and then flipped a startled Alana up over her hip to the mat where she maintained the headlock, lying in part across Alana. Amelia cranked the headlock hard, Alana moaned ‘Owwww!’ and it looked like the raven haired aristocrat held the upper hand for a moment. A moment was all it was for though, Alana grabbing her around the body and using that grip to roll her so that her shoulders and upper back were against the mat, legs in the air. In a wrestling match, it may well have led to a pin; here in the fiery crucible of catfighting, it presented Alana the chance to pussy whip her twice, breaking the headlock. Now it was the blonde who was able to show her claws, sinking them into Amelia’s breasts down on the mat, kneeling next to her as she made the raven haired fighter cry out in pain. Only two minutes into the fight, and I already had the impression that may not be a long fight, but it was going to be a hard and dirty one.
Alana cut off Amelia’s cries of pain abruptly, breaking her breast mauling attack to hit her with an elbow to the stomach now, winding her, before she brought Amelia to her feet by the hair. Pure power was the order of the day then as Alana lifted and body slammed Lady Amelia despite her best attempts to block the move. She was planted with some authority by Alana who gave it just a second for Amelia’s hips to rise off the mat, trying to alleviate the pain she was currently voicing. Then Alana dropped in to deliver a perfectly timed falling headbutt from the side, planting her forehead hard into Amelia’s belly to flatten her to the mat. Alana grabbed the hair now, banging the back of Amelia’s head on the mats before she grabbed her lace thong, wrenching it quickly into a painful wedgie as Amelia tried to get her hand on to Alana’s to lessen the power of her pull. That was to little avail, and unfortunately for Amelia, it looked like her thong was considerably more resilient than it may have seemed at first glance, causing her to cry out as it painfully cut into her now. Eyes screwed shut, Amelia fought off a wave of pain, before starting to fire slaps into Alana’s left breast, taking great care to drag her nails here with each impact, showing that she was happy to be a bitch as well. She took a second headbutt to the body, continuing to slap away at Alana who in turn upped her efforts with the wedgie until she started to hear the sounds of lace tearing. At that point, she delivered a third headbutt to Amelia’s body, electing to leave her thong alone so that she might hurt her some more with it yet. Going to the hair, she bounced her head off the mats once more, subduing Amelia as she now looked to force her to her feet once again.
Close in to that walled section of ring, Amelia was forced towards it face first by Alana, and as she braced her hands on the wall, she was wide open to a punch hooked round into the belly by the blonde. Amelia fought back hard though, a cornered wildcat it looked like as she caught Alana with a back elbow to the shoulder, then a second, into the breasts before she turned and quickly got a handful of hair. Suddenly it was the powerful blonde moaning in pain then, as holding the hair, Amelia sent a straight fingered thrust into her breasts, making sure her nails delivered the majority of the impact. Alana reeled from that, only to get wrenched back towards Amelia by that grip of her hair as the raven haired fighter used a clothesline to floor her. Advantage to Lady Amelia who immediately used a kick to the body to soften the powerful blonde up before she delivered a big splash across her back. Amelia grabbed hair with her left hand and went looking for a pussy claw with her right hand, something Alana was poorly placed to defend again just now. Her scream of pain suggested Amelia had found the mark with the claw almost immediately, and now she used the handful of hair to slam Alana’s face into the mats. Amelia showed some skills now, taking a sort of hair held half nelson to roll Alana to her back, and as she tried to reapply the claw, with a degree of success, she shifted to get her breasts into the blonde’s face too. A well applied smother and claw combination was clearly effective, but this was a bitch fight, and Alana remembered that quickly, using a mouthful of breast to her advantage as she simply bit Amelia.
‘OOOWWW! AAAGGHHH!’ Amelia cried out, immediately more concerned in getting away from Alana than pressing the attack, and she paid for it as a thrust to the throat struck home, making her gasp for breath. Alana pushed her away now, Amelia rolling across the mat, before getting up quickly, rubbing her right breast where Alana had just bitten her. There was no protest though from the statuesque raven haired woman; she’s asked for a bitch fight, and a bitch fight she’d got. The action moved on at pace now too, Alana and Amelia almost toe to toe, left hand in the other’s hair, right hands slapping faces, punching bellies and breasts, reaching for attempted crotch claws. Two strong, like minded women, giving their all to best the other. Amelia seemed to have an edge once more, fingers flashing across the eyes seeming to startle Alana and take her vision away for a moment. Amelia backed her up to the wall and shot her into the opposite ropes with an Irish Whip. The blonde rebounded quickly though and launched herself at Amelia in what was best described as a version of a rugby tackle I guess, roughly taking the raven haired woman down to the mat.
That was a crushing impact for Amelia, and Alana was on her quickly to look for a follow up, suddenly fancying her chances of claiming the win here. She forced Amelia up roughly by the hair, ignoring a slash of the nails across her body, before lifting her to deliver an across the knee backbreaker. A telling follow up I thought as Alana stretched Lady Amelia across her leg for a moment, holding the position before driving an elbow in to her belly. Lady Amelia gasped for air, in some pain, as Alana now pushed her off her leg to the mat, and she got to her feet, looking for a way to wring a submission from the tough raven haired woman. A leg drop followed, coming in hard across Amelia’s chest, crushing her big breasts before Alana used the hair to get her head positioned between her thick, powerful thighs. Something of a side head scissors secured at first, but Alana had plans afoot to quickly escalate that. Amelia clawed at her thighs, earning a punch to the belly for her troubles, then a slap to the face while Alana started slowly to move her position. Going from the side head scissors, she was trying to move into a position seated high on Amelia’s chest, legs crossed around her head, one hand still controlling her by her raven coloured hair. Amelia clawed the legs again, trying to stop Alana from completing her move. She grabbed her thong too, shifting that to one side a little as she tried to anchor the blonde in place by it. A fierce breast claw put paid to that though, Amelia shrieking in pain as she felt Alana’s fingers punishing her, nails dug in harshly.
And then, just like that, the move was complete; legs locked behind Amelia’s head, hair pulling her face forward in to a crotch smother while Alana continued to knead her breasts with ill intentions. Amelia cried out, pain etched on her face as she tried to refuse to submit, flashing her nails at Alana’s legs once more, earning a rebuke in the way of two heavy handed slaps to the body. Then Alana resumed the breast maul, still holding Amelia’s face tight against her crotch by a bunched handful of hair. In the way of two tough bitches fighting too, Alana didn’t ask for the submission; as Amelia squirmed and writhed ineffectively beneath her, she knew it would come soon enough. Amelia went for a nail rake of the thighs once more, her nails raising angry looking furrows there before Alana subdued her with a big punch to the belly button. Then she simply settled back in for the crotch smother and breast maul, knowing it was punishing Amelia, driving her closer towards a submission that she was now forced to admit, simply saying ‘I give’. Muffled or not by Alana’s smothering crotch, it was clear enough to the blonde for her to immediately break her holds. The change in demeanour of the two women was immediate too, Alana pulling Amelia to a seated position and into an embrace as they exchanged some private words there at the centre of the ring.
‘You
got it right Emma!’ Amelia shouted from the ring now, ‘I asked for a bitchfight
and you got me one! I like the way you fight Alana!’ she remarked.
‘Definitely got it right Emma’ Alana agreed. ‘And you fight pretty wildly for a posh girl’ she laughed.
‘Oh, I’m no posh girl Alana’ Amelia smirked. ‘I may have a title, but it’s by marriage. Before then, I was a council estate girl who like a fight’ she laughed, as the two women put their clothes back on and we headed back into the house, with the exception of Jemma and Beth. Having watched the fight action unfold before them they’d evidently decided there was no time like the present for a practice session of their own!