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School Pride – Part One

By Wolfboy

A clash of teacher and former pupil from two schools in catfighting action

Alana’s return to more prominent action had quickly led to an interesting challenge being made between two schools, Alana’s ladies college and the private finishing school for ladies in the next town. The challenge wasn’t made at the level of pupils though, it was more teacher to teacher, as the head of ladies physical education from the private school had made the first move. Her suggestion was simple; teacher vs teacher with their star former pupils to match up first. In the event of the results being split after those two fights, there would be a tag team match between the two groups to settle things over a deciding one fall contest. ‘We can make some money for both schools with a select invited audience’ she had suggested.

‘How select are you thinking?’ Alana had asked. ‘I mean, it doesn’t do either school many favours if we’re pictured scrapping it out half naked’ she pointed out.

‘Only half naked?’ Joan Hardwick had laughed in return. ‘But honestly, very private. We’ll decide who to invite, and we’ll make sure there’s no way they can film it.’ she said putting Alana’s mind at rest. And so an agreement had led to a plan, and the event had come to fruition, using the ring room at The Smythe mansion at Emma’s suggestion. For once though, the cameras would be switched off, to ensure that privacy. A crowd of about 100 was spread about the room, not approaching the capacity of the room, but ensuring enough money would be raised while helping to ensure that required privacy. I sat a few rows back from ringside with Emma as we waited for the action to begin, with what appeared to be something of a mismatch on paper. Alana’s favoured former pupil was Pandora, a figure familiar enough to Emma and myself from a couple of her matches with Alana. At 5 feet 11 inches and around 180lbs, she was a powerful woman now in her early 40s with a shock of long jet black hair. Across the ring from her would be Joan’s star former pupil, Gabrielle Suarez; usually known as Gabbi, the 19 year old was 5 feet 7 inches and a comparatively slender 145lbs. She looked confident though as she was first out to the ring, led by Joan who would second her for the opening contest of the evening. Wearing a short jacket, zipped at the front, it was obvious only that she wore a yellow bikini and was barefoot. She slipped through the ropes, looking like she belonged in the ring as Joan took up station on the outside, chatting to her young protege as Gabbi fixed her shoulder length brunette hair and stretched lightly.

She was quickly joined in the ring by her opponent Pandora, who would be seconded here by Alana. The size and style difference between the two fighters for this opening contest was quite stark as Pandora leaned back on the turnbuckles. She wore a short black and red dress that in turn revealed that she was wearing stockings and suspenders on her powerful legs. As both women eyed each other a little across the ring, the announcer took up station at the centre of the ring. ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the first match of the special inter-schools challenge. It has no time limit and it is fought over the best of 3 submissions. There should be no punches, kicks, knees or elbows to the head. All other holds will be considered legal. Allow me to introduce the two fighters to you now’ he continued. ‘First of all, on my left, representing the Lady Godiva Finishing Academy For Ladies, originally from Buenos Aires, Argentina, this is Gabrielle Suarez. She is 19 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, weighs 145lbs, and measures 36C-25-37; her catfight record is 7 wins without defeat.’

As the crowd applauded for Gabbi, the announcer quickly continued ‘her opponent, representing the Saint Cecilia Ladies College, from Staffordshire, this is Pandora Jackson. She is 41 years old, 5 feet 11 inches tall, weighs 184lbs, and measured 40Dd-28-42; her catfight record is 34 wins and 9 defeats.’ The applause of the crowd continued straight on for Pandora, and as Joan helped Gabbi out of her short satin jacket to give the crowd a first look at the young fighter’s lemon coloured bikini, Pandora took off her dress and handed it to Alana. There was time for some last instructions, from Joan at least, as Gabbi took it all in, wearing her strapless top and thong bottoms as she listened to Joan’s guidance with rapt attention. Across the ring, the scene was a little different with Alana and Pandora chatting amiably, the powerful jet haired fighter now wearing a black and red bra and booty shorts set in lace and satin along with a matching suspender belt and opaque black stockings that clung tightly to her powerful legs. Then the two women moved from their corners, circling a little, Pandora looking mildly amused at the cautious movements of the smaller, younger woman as they did so. There was a look of determination on Gabbi’s face though, intense concentration too, and she frustrated Pandora, lurking just out of range as the powerful jet haired fighter swung a heavy slap through thin air. Gabbi allowed herself a little smile at that, but then found she had no answer to simply being bull rushed back to her own corner by Pandora’s greater size and power. The bigger woman used all of that size now to lean into Gabbi there in the corner, grinding her body into the teenager as she slapped to her ribs and thighs. Those slaps, meaty blows of palm on skin, echoed around the ring room as they crashed home, Pandora clearly hitting hard. There was no accompanying sound of pain or distress though from Gabbi, her face set in that determined expression as each of the blows landed. She shot back too, taking advantage of a momentary gap between the two bodies to chop home a hard right hand to the stomach.

Pandora immediately closed the distance against any further punches from the young fighter, and lit her body up with those hard slaps again, before it was she who let out the first involuntary cry of pain of the fight. Gabbi got a hair pull in tight against the scalp, using it to force Pandora’s head back with her left hand. Then she used the space that created to crash down two heavy slaps to the top of Pandora’s DD breasts. It was as she converted the second slap to a grab, nails sinking in to Pandora’s sensitive breasts that the jet haired woman let out that shriek of pain, perhaps surprise too as she realised Gabbi was definitely here to fight. No problem yet for Pandora who gritted her teeth against the hair pull and sent two punches into Gabbi’s side now, breaking that hair pull as the Argentine fighter tried to tuck her arm in to defend herself. Quickly then, Pandora got her hands beneath her lemon coloured bikini top to apply a breast maul of her own, enjoying a flash of pain in Gabbi’s eyes as she latched on to her long and already stiff nipple to tweak it harshly.

‘Feet Gabbi’ Joan instructed quietly from the corner, Gabbi recognising the instruction but taking a moment to gather herself before acting upon it as Pandora worked her nipple once more. Then Gabbi did as instructed by Joan, using her feet to great effect as she stamped down on Pandora’s right foot and as she ground her foot on top of Pandora’s, Gabbi sawed away with a one-two to the body. With Pandora knocked a little off balance as she found her foot securely anchored to the mat by Gabbi, a stinging slap to the face dropped the jet haired amazon to the mat on her butt. It seemed to be a chance for Gabbi to perhaps press home the attack, but Pandora lashed out a foot to trip the younger woman to the mat too, buying herself time to roll free, and both women circled again having scrambled back to their feet.

Pandora looked a little amused still as she circled with Gabbi now, realising the younger woman could fight, but that she might still overpower her at will. Gabbi looked amused too though, and it was she who delivered the next telling blow, kicking Pandora in the stomach as she looked to lock up. Rocked slightly, Pandora found herself sent back to the ropes a little out of control by a shove to the chest and Gabbi caught her on the rebound with an impressive drop-kick. Once again, Pandora was dropped to a seated position, but this time, before she could react, Gabbi launched into a low flying press, landing that across Pandora’s chest to flatten her to the mat. The bigger woman was winded a little and trapped in a position that looked perfect for a cross pin. Gabbi had something else in mind though, a hold that would prove very effective in keeping a bigger woman grounded. Forcing Pandora to a seated position again, she got behind her, grabbing her left arm in a loose arm lock. Then she jumped onto Pandora’s shoulders, scissoring her left arm as she did, and allowed gravity to do the rest, pulling the jet haired amazon to the mat in a perfectly applied crucifix hold.

Pandora let out a moan of frustration, realising that she was trapped pretty securely in this opening fall now. She tested the strength of Gabbi, pulling against the way she was trapped, finding there to bend in the hold, but no break. Pandora realised that she was well held for the moment, but content that the younger fighter would need to put all her strength into maintaining the hold, she settled in to wait it out, always just testing Gabbi’s resolve to hold her. A mistake; one she paid for almost immediately now as Gabbi rolled her body into the back of Pandora’s head slightly, crimping her neck painfully enough while she felt the torque in her arms and shoulders too. Now she realised the predicament, Gabbi’s hip acting like the most painful of pillows, pushing her head further forward. Pandora kicked her feet as she felt Gabbi’s hand now brush down her body, sliding beneath her bra before she started to work over her nipples, sensually at first. Tweaking and lightly pinching at the sensitive and already stiffening nipples of Pandora, Gabbi was delighted to see the surprised look on Pandora’s face. She realised with joy that Pandora was pure catfighter, not at all schooled in the dual arts of catfighting and sexfighting. As the jet haired amazon’s stocking clad legs kicked and flailed helplessly in the air, feet occasionally drumming at the mat to find purchase as she tried to twist her curvaceous body in to a position to get her legs around Gabbi, the Argentine calmly rode the attempts, all the time sensually caressing her breasts. She rolled a bit further now, a gasp from Pandora as she neck was crimped that little bit more; the jet haired fighter tried to work her arms free once again, but she was trapped very effectively by her teen tormentor. Another gasp of pain from Pandora, this time as Gabbi was satisfied that she had done enough sensual work for now, and sunk her nails into Pandora’s left breast harshly.

The jet haired amazon’s face flushed with the effort of trying to squirm free, the searing pain in her breast, and maybe the shocked embarrassment at how the smaller, younger woman was handling her fuelling her efforts. Gabbi twisted her breast harshly now, rolled just a little bit more, imperceptibly increasing the pain for Pandora whose face betrayed it. The Argentinian fighter went back to an almost sensual kneading of that left breast now, but an attack that ended with her forcing the breast out of the cover offered by the bra before flattening it with a stinging slap. The sound echoed around the room again as the audience watched in a near stunned silence. A silence that allowed them to hear Gabbi’s whispered suggestion to Pandora of ‘submit...don’t make me hurt you.’

Of course, that made Pandora work furiously to escape but Gabbi had her tied up tight in the crucifix which she’d been trapped in for night on three minutes already. Time ticked on in the hold, the jet haired amazon’s escape attempted becoming more desperate, but no more effective as all the time Gabbi worked her nipple and breast. An alternating attack of pleasure and pain, the increased pressure of Gabbi’s hip pushing her head forward, and the teenager talking quietly to Pandora was a heady cocktail so early in the fight.. Each time, Gabbi would sweetly tell her in accented English ‘don’t make me hurt you’ this time adding ‘sugar’ to the end. She was using Pandora as a plaything almost now, able to bring the pained moans from her lips at will as she crowd continued to look on more than a little surprised. Another ratcheting up of the pressure with her hip, a harsh claw of the breast, and suddenly, Pandora was broken for fall one, crying out ‘I submit!’ to end her suffering. But not quite her humiliation just yet as Gabbi released her, kneeled at her side, and quickly leaned in to smooch the surprised amazon before returning to her corner with a look of pure lust on her face while Pandora lay there looking more than just a little surprised.

‘Great Gabbi!’ Joan said quietly, smiling proudly at her protege in the corner. ‘She’s flustered now. Be prepared to fight her in round two because she will want to stop you getting control. Bide your time...let her tire herself out’ she advised.

‘I will’ Gabbi confirmed, smiling slightly as she added ‘I think she suddenly realised she likes the ladies’ with a chuckle.

There was consternation over in the other corner though as Alana and Pandora were locked in a conference as they tried to compute what had just happened. ‘What the fuck!?’ Pandora said, ‘fucking little brat practically molested me. At we fighting or fucking here Alana?’ she asked.

‘Well, remember the style when we saw Oshi fight not so long ago’ Alana remembered. ‘Some of these girls cross between cat and sex fighting seamlessly Pandora’ she opined. ‘You have to hit her hard and fast now. Don’t give her the chance for any more funny stuff!’ she suggested.

‘I’ll beat the little brat up’ Pandora said confidently, but then she added ‘the little slag is a good kisser’ with a laugh as the bell rang for the second session.

The look on Alana’s face was one of surprise that Pandora had felt that way rather than just being annoyed at the impromptu liplock. Now the two women circled, a look of concentration on Pandora’s face while it was the younger woman now wearing the more amused expression. ‘Let’s see if you can fight this time bitch!’ Pandora challenged Gabbi who smirked in return ‘and I thought you liked me!’ before that expression was knocked off her face by a hard slap. The Argentine was rocked off balance by the heavy handed blow, and then Pandora took her straight off her feet with a thunderous clothesline to knock her to the mat. Gabbi cried out as her brunette locks were grabbed roughly by the jet haired woman who forced her most of her way to her feet before flattening her as she put all of her 184lbs into a forearm smash across Gabbi’s shoulders. Pandora was determined to turn it into a fight in this fall, and a capable brawler, she delivered a kick to the body with her stocking clad foot, sending Gabbi rolling across the mat again. Pandora followed in quickly, grabbing the hair to pull Gabbi up to her feet at the cost of a quick punch to the body which she shrugged off before using a double handed thrust to the breasts to send Gabbi into the corner. Pandora was growing in confidence but she wisely elected not to use a flying splash in the corner reducing the risk by taking Gabbi in a loose embrace and pulling her a couple of steps away from the corner. Then she reversed direction and sent her hard back into the turnbuckles, crushing her 184lb frame into the lithe teenager to wind her. As she had in the first fall, Pandora found a target now in Gabbi’s big stiff nipples, latching on to the left one to twist and pull it harshly. Gabbi still refused to cry out in pain, but the brunette’s expression betrayed the pain she was suddenly suffering at the hands of the more experienced, bigger, woman.

Pandora knew that Gabbi had plenty of stamina, and she was evidently tough, but she pumped a knee into her body, making her groan with it’s impact. Gabbi sagged a little against Pandora who forced her back upright with that grip on her nipple before she sent another knee in, this time right on the waistband of that lemon coloured bikini. Gabbi moaned loudly again, feeling it as Pandora’s knees tested her abs, and she was forced upright once again as Pandora maintained her nipple twist on her. The bigger woman had Gabbi right where she wanted her, but she still had a brief surprise as Gabbi got both of her hands beneath her black and red bra to work her nipples in a similar fashion. Pandora was quick to put paid to that, with a chopping right hand to the stomach though, and as Gabbi’s grip weakened, she punished the brunette with a knee lift straight to the crotch. That drew a loud gasp from Gabbi’s lips, and as Pandora threw her from the corner, the fight looked to be moving into her favour. ‘Come on little one’ Pandora taunted, using the hair to force Gabbi up, and having to take quick evasive action as the brunette tried to stomp her feet again. A slap to the face subdued her though, the sound of Pandora’s palm on her cheek heard clearly through the room before Pandora showed her undoubted power to lift and slam Gabbi at the centre of the ring.

That was followed fast by Pandora, dropping into a schoolgirl pin position on the brunette, 184lbs crushing her C cup breasts beneath the jet haired fighters ample butt. A handful of hair, grabbed roughly by Pandora helped her pull Gabbi’s face in tight against her crotch, pressed hard into satin and lace fabric as Gabbi kicked her legs. She tried to use her tongue to force an escape by pleasuring Pandora, but found the bigger woman’s choice of booty shorts impossible to ease aside with just the use of her tongue. Desperate to escape, she swung her legs up, knees catching Pandora in the middle of the back twice; hard enough impacts but not enough to dislodge the bigger woman so far. A third swing of the legs saw Gabbi able to get her feet hooked under Pandora’s arms, perfect for trying to roll the jet haired fighter off her. Pandora wasn’t a lightweight though, and she wasn’t easily moved by Gabbi’s legs, leaning forward a little on to them to fold the young Argentine painfully. ‘OOOWWW….get off me!’ Gabbi moaned as Pandora replied by asking her ‘well, do you submit then?’

‘NO, I DON’T SUBMIT!’ the Argentine fighter replied strongly; the teenager was a tough and determined fighter in her own right. It was also clear she was perhaps as flexible as she was tough as Pandora continued to fold her, crotch in her face, only drawing an occasional moan of distress from her. Could she escape though? That looked doubtful as she tried with her tongue again only to be seemingly thwarted by Pandora’s choice of fighting attire as the older woman told her ‘pack that in you kinky little tart!’ Then she twisted her own body, turning enough so that she could clamp down between Gabbi’s legs with some pussy mauling, certain she would force the submission to even up the fight that way. Indeed, Gabbi cried out loudly as she felt her womanhood being punished by Pandora, but she was able to squirm an arm out from beneath Pandora’s leg to blindly latch on to her long jet black hair, and with one surprisingly powerful pull, she forced the bigger woman off balance. At the same time, Gabbi raised her hips and twisted to the side just enough to impressively force Pandora off her to the mat. Both women kicked out at the other’s body now as they desperately scrambled apart, trying to get back to their feet.

Gabbi almost made it, but the bigger woman was on her with a surprising speed to lift her into a rib cracking bear hug, holding the teenager’s feet off the mat as her face registered the pain in the crushing hold. She tried momentarily to force a hand into the vice like grip without success; the she clapped her hands around Pandora’s ears, hoping to get clear of the hold. Pandora shook her head and then looked to drop the teenager into a pussy pounding atomic drop. Now though, the Argentine showed experience beyond her years as she pushed off Pandora’s body to land clear of the outstretched knee. Suddenly, she had the much bigger, far more experienced woman t her mercy, as she showed absolutely none, and delivered a fearsome kick to the crotch to send her to the mat, howling in shock and pain, as she clutched at her womanhood. In that instant, the young fighter had once more turned the fight into her favour, decisively it appeared as she prodded Pandora’s side with a kick to roll her to her belly. An elbow drop followed, across the neck and shoulders, to make sure Pandora stayed under control, before she lay across her to remove her bra quickly.

Pandora was topless, face down on the mat, but now Gabbi stood over her for a moment to remove her own bikini top so that the fight stayed on an even keel in terms of attire. Not in terms of the action though as Gabbi delivered a splash across Pandora’s back, making sure the big jet haired fighter stayed in trouble. Gabbi moved with speed and confidence now as she grabbed both of Pandora’s legs and forced her into something of a wheelbarrow position on the mat. Before Pandora had any chance to react to that, Gabbi sent three sharp kicks into her belly, each one landing on the waistband of those boyshorts, each drawing a loud groan as it took the air from her body. Satisfied with the work she’d done, then Gabbi simply turned Pandora to her back again on the mat before she showed some athletic grace to deliver a split legged butt drop onto Pandora’s DD breasts to make sure her big powerful opponent stayed stunned. Gabbi was in charge once again, to the total surprise of the crowd, but she had showed that she knew just how to subdue an opponent, even one with Pandora’s strength, size and edge in experience.

And she took up her position now, sat squarely on Pandora’s face in a reverse face sit, legs splayed a little wider to give her stability as the jet haired fighter tried to bridge and squirm to get free. It was the time for some panic now from Pandora it seemed; she was getting smothered heavily by Gabbi. Her feet flailed at the canvas as the Argentine started to caress her breasts once again, a slight grinding motion starting to add to Pandora’s problems. ‘Get off me!’ Pandora moaned now, as Gabbi replied ‘sure...if you submit?’

‘Noooo!’ Pandora bellowed as Gabbi started to grind on her face once more as she started to shift her position, leaning forward to ease the waistband of Pandora’s booty shorts down as her fingers slipped inside the jet haired woman. Pandora stiffened immediately, her body rigid beneath Gabbi as this Argentine fighter, a mere teenager, started to finger fuck her while she remained in position to smother her very effectively. Pandora shrieked in a mixture of anguished humiliation at being treated this way which was something she’d been totally unprepared for. ‘Please….’ she whined now, although it wasn’t entirely clear if she was begging Gabbi to stop or to keep going as the teenager slapped her thigh and started to paw her ass as well now.

‘OHHHHHH…...OH...OH YES! FUCK!’ Pandora cried out quickly, totally taken aback by the attacks of this young fighter as she reached a rapid climax there in the centre of the ring. Now, Gabbi settled back into place, sat squarely on her face, content to grind out the submission as Pandora lay there, breathing heavily, body bathed in a sheen of sweat as she felt the waves of pleasure slowly subsiding in her. And it dawned on her; she was trying to suck in deep breaths, but the teenager’s heavy face sit, one hand pressing down on her belly, was stopping her from doing that. She felt the darkness starting to creep in at the edge of her vision, panicked for a moment as her feet thrashed at the canvas, then in a moment of clarity at the very edge of going out, she quickly submitted, unable to take any more. The opening contest was over as her hands tapped furiously at the canvas and Gabbi got off her face. The teenager had one more surprise in store as she helped Pandora into a sitting position and enjoyed a long, passionate kiss with the powerful woman she had bested, before she returned to her corner and the congratulations of Joan.

As Alana entered the ring to help Pandora up, she must have found herself wondering, if that was the student, what the hell did the teacher have in store for her!