School Pride – Part Two
By Wolfboy
Now it’s the turn of the two teachers to put it
on the line in catfighting action
There was a break of some twenty minutes between the matches, allowing the two women who had fought in the first match to prepare to second the fighters for the next fight. At the same time, Alana and Joan were preparing themselves to fight, Joan knowing that a victory for her would mean that there was no need for the final tag match to decide the winning school. Alana meanwhile knew that she had to win to force things to the deciding contest, and she was worried. She’d seen the way Gabbi had handled Pandora and was thinking if that had been what the student was capable of, Joan was likely to be quite the handful. Still, a catfight was a catfight, and she was ready to try and give Joan all she could handle. She was certainly the more powerful of the two women as well it seemed, so if she was able to impose herself here in the early going, that could trouble Joan. She was a woman that Alana knew little about though; what were the relative qualities of the private school teacher in a fight?
That we would find out soon enough as the two teams returned to the ring now to pick up the action again, this time with the students in the role of seconds while the two teachers were inside the ropes. Pandora and Gabbi on the outside looked across the ring at each other, the confident Argentine winking at the jet haired amazon who had changed into jeans, boots and a vest top. Gabbi in contrast had simple put her warm up jacket back over her fight fear. Joan and Alana slipped into the ring now, actually meeting at the centre straight away to shake hands before they went to their respective corners. Both looked confident, each with plenty of catfight experience certainly, as they waited for introductions to start. There was a difference in style between the two evident at this point; blonde Alana was barefoot and bare legged, wearing an above the knee blue gown belted at the waist. Across the ring, redhead Joan had left a pair of high heels at the foot of the steps leading to the ring. She now wore a stylish but slightly demure taupe and black dress, knee length and cap sleeved, showing only a pair of nude stockings that shimmered as the ring lights caught them.
‘Ladies and gentlemen, this is the second match of the special inter school challenge in which the Lady Godiva Finishing Academy lead by 1 win to 0. It has no time limit and it is the best of three submissions, there should be no punches, kicks, knees or elbows to the head, all other moves are legal. Allow me to introduce the two fighters now’ the announcer continued, ‘first of all on my right, representing the St Cecilia Ladies College, from Lancashire, this is Alana Seddon. She is 47 years old, 5 feet 9 inches tall, 183lbs and measures 40D-27-39 with a record of 44 wins and 18 losses’. Alana unbelted her blue gown, allowing Pandora to pluck it from her shoulders, revealing to all that she wore a navy blue bikini, a triangle tie top which had red strings tied behind her back and neck, coupled with matching navy blue hotpants with a red waistband. While the crowd applauded for Alana, the announcer was quick to move on to the glamorous looking redhead who stood across the ring. ‘And her opponent, representing the Lady Godiva Finishing Academy For Ladies, from Worcestershire, this is Joan Hardwick. She is 37 years old, 5 feet 8 inches tall, 156lbs, 38D-26-39 and she has a catfight record of 25 wins with 3 defeats.’
An impressive record for Joan we both thought as the redhead held her hair out of the way for Gabbi to unzip the back of her dress so that she might shimmy out of it. A murmur of approval ran round the room at the sight of the beautifully curvy teacher in her simple taupe coloured thong and bra coupled with hold up stockings, a hint of shimmer about the material to make it stand out that little bit more on her lightly tanned skin. The bell chimed and the two women moved out to centre ring, quickly exchanging another handshake before they started to circle. Alana lead off, a fast slap to the face just rocking Joan’s face to the side in the opening seconds, but there was no follow up and no immediate response from the redhead. The circling continued, Alana again able to land a stinging slap to the face, but when she tried to follow up behind it this time, Joan shot back with one of her own to jolt Alana a little and keep things on an even keel.
The circling continued a little while longer, occasional slaps landing as each did their best to quickly weigh up the relative qualities of their opponent here. It was Joan who made the first real impact though, landing a snappy kick to Alana’s right thigh before grabbing for her short blonde hair to reel her into a front headlock. Momentarily, Joan looked to get up on her tip toes to add choking power to the hold, but she felt Alana’s hands quickly on her waist, and power looked to tell as Alana rushed her back to the turnbuckles quickly. The redhead tried to keep the hold on as her back touched the turnbuckles, but almost immediately paid for it as Alana drove her shoulder into Joan’s midsection, lifting her butt on to the middle turnbuckle. Alana was keen to use her weight advantage here in the early going and did so with a short splash there in the corner. Joan took it, but she immediately made the blonde groan with some pain as she took the chance to snap her shapely legs around her body in a scissor hold. It was clear that Joan’s legs packed some power from Alana’ s groans, but the redhead was forced to hold on to the top rope to support herself, and Alana stung her with a slap to the face. Then she tried to bring the redhead out of the corner, only to find Joan clinging tightly to that top rope. Alana took stock for a moment, then punished Joan with a clubbing double fisted blow to the stomach. Her grip of the ropes weakened, Alana took a double handful of breast through Joan’s bra to ensure she followed her, and spun out of the corner to drop Joan to the mat by dropping to her own knees.
Joan hit the mat hard with all the force of a body slam, but although she groaned loudly, her scissor hold wasn’t broken. Indeed, it turned into more of a predicament for Alana than Joan quickly as she used a handful of short blonde hair to reel her into a guillotine choke from beneath the blonde. Alana tried to push back but Joan had her well trapped, straight away interlacing her fingers to secure the hold. Now the blonde pushed her hands to the body of the redhead, hoping to create some separation, but Joan kept control, recrossing her ankles to bring Alana in tight with a constricting hold. Alana moaned, feeling the choking pressure of the guillotine coupled with the tight scissor hold and she reached for Joan’s hands, trying to break the choke. The redhead had the grip tight for now though and instead, Alana reached back to pull at her feet trying to prise them apart. At that, Joan unlocked her fingers, getting one hand laced tightly through Alana’s hair before she used her free hand to slap the back of her head and her shoulders. Alana was slow to react, and as she reached for her head again, Joan sunk back in the guillotine, to her frustration, locking the hold in tight again.
Alana moaned again as the combination hold took it’s toll on her once more, Joan’s legs showing the hidden power that lay there as she flexed them tight. Alana balled up her fist now, sending a right hand into Joan’s body causing the redhead to moan loudly, giving Alana the thought that she had got to her. Enthusiastically now, Alana hammered in a couple more right hands, then she moaned with pain again as Joan flexed her thighs and reasserted her control. ‘Come on Alana’ Joan taunted now, ‘is that all you’ve got?’ she asked as she kept control, but then she moaned loudly as Alana closed her right hand over her left breasts, starting to maul her. She released the guillotine quickly now though, unleashing a flurry of slaps to the back of the blonde’s head, forcing her to keep her head ducked rather than taking the blows to the face. She worked her fingers at Joan’s breast though, causing her to moan loudly in pain as it seemed Alana was started to take some effect on her. The redhead launched into another flurry of slaps again, using it as a distraction as she released the scissor hold and rolled clear as she kicked a foot out into Alana’s’ chest to put the blonde on her back.
Both ladies rolled clear, taking stock a little after the opening exchange; Alana had learned that Joan seemed to be quite a skilled fighter, while in turn Alana had shown the redhead she was a strong, tough woman. They looked at each other, smiled, enjoying the early action, and started to trade slaps to the face, body and legs. Alana hit the harder of the two, but what Joan lost in power, she made up for in speed, often landing two of her own blows for one heavier one from Alana. It was a chopping right hand from Joan, sent in to Alana’s body that allowed her to up the tempo suddenly, rushing Alana back to the ropes. There, she got the blonde’s right arm over and around the top rope for a moment, opening her up to an uppercut to the right breast that tested the ability of Alana’s bikini top to contain her D cup breast. Then Joan fired her off to the ropes on the opposite side, moving out to centre ring to stop Alana with a straight kick to the gut. Alana doubled forward slightly, Joan grabbed a combination of light front headlock and hair, then spun Alana to the mat in a swinging neck breaker. Already it was looking clear that Joan had plenty of moves up her sleeves, but she also showed she had more basic fighting abilities too as she raised her right foot and stomped it on Alana’s belly.
The blonde was in great shape, a solidly built big woman, but she knew she didn’t want to take too many of those as she groaned loudly and rolled away, clutching her stomach and trying to catch her breath. Of course, Joan had no interest in allowing that as she grabbed the hair when Alana rolled to her front, and slammed her face into the canvas to stun her. It was a shrewd move from Joan, keeping the bigger, stronger woman grounded for now, so that she might deliver a snap leg drop across the back of her head. Staying down on her side, Joan quickly had her legs snapped tightly around Alana’s head in a tight head scissors, Alana’s moans of pain again showing that she was packing plenty of power in her thighs. Alana got both arms beneath her, elbows on the mat so that she might pull at those legs, but her own hands free, Joan had the opportunity to deliver a stinging smack to Alana’s butt. There was a look of dissatisfaction on the redhead’s face despite the resounding noise of the hand on Alana’s ass; her hand hand only impacted the blonde’s hotpants, rather than her skin. Quick to correct that mistake, she eased Alana’s hotpants down just slightly, just enough to expose her target, before she crashed a smack down there again. ‘Bitch!’ Alana groaned, her face twisted into a pained mask by Joan’s legs clamped around her head. Then she shrieked as she felt Joan’s hand slipping inside her hot pants, searching for her pussy.
‘Pleasure or pain, choice is yours blondie’ Joan asked politely.
‘You cut that funny shit out, it’s a fight…...AAAGGGHHHHH!’ Alana replied, her statement ending in a loud cry of pain as Joan replied ‘pain it is then’ and clamped down on her with a crotch claw, her fingers bringing a pain to Alana that she wasn’t sure she’d quite experienced before. ‘FUCK! OOOOWWWWW!’ the blonde cried out now, in serious pain so early in the match at the hands of this quite demure looking redhead.
‘Give up if you like?’ Joan stated simply enough. There was no malice in her demand, it was simply a statement of face that it was one way to stop the pain for Alana. The blonde had her eyes screwed shut in pain, crying out again as Joan started to apply pressure to her clit as well now. She was in a world of hurt down on the mat even before the redhead flexed her thighs again to squeeze her more. In that instant, the clawing intensified from Joan as well, and straight away Joan had Alana howling loudly in pain ‘I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT!!’ as she thrashed frantically at the mat as well.
‘Of
course’ Joan smiled, adding ‘I wish you’d have said so earlier...or chosen
pleasure. I didn’t want to hurt you Alana’ as she actually helped the blonde up.
It was a sporting gesture for the most part, although the little pat on Alana’s
still exposed butt as she turned away probably suggested a hint of just how Joan
felt in control. Alana definitely didn’t feel control after that first fall
though as she hitched her hotpants back up and returned a little unsteadily to
her corner. She worked her neck around, trying to ease the knot put there by
Joan’s moves in the first round, and tried to gather herself for round two of
the action. Pandora offered some advice, some encouragement, while in the
opposite corner, Gabbi and Joan just chatted amiably, content with how things
were going. ‘You know when you told me to fight her earlier?’ Pandora asked, as
Alana nodded. ‘Yeah, that….it’s your only chance. At least she’s not been using
any of that kinky stuff yet’ Pandora shrugged, offering that scant consolation
for Alana.
‘Cheeky cow asked me pleasure or pain before she clawed me!’ Alana told Pandora, still a bit shocked from that. ‘I wish I’d said pleasure now….because pain was definitely a bad choice!’ she said, a look on her face that showed she was remembering that pain for a second. The break between rounds was a short one though, and all too soon, the bell rang and the match was back underway, Alana knowing that losing this next fall would lead to a swift loss for her and Pandora by 4 submissions to zero. She had to turn it into more of a brawl we fancied at ringside if she was to stand any chance here, and right fist clenched as she began to circle with Joan again, it seemed she felt that way too.
Joan spotted the clenched fist too, raised her eyebrows as if to say ‘is that how it’s going to be?’, and continued to circle, using her speed advantage to slap Alana in the cheek to kick things off in round two. Alana continued to circle cautiously, eyeing her moment to strike as she ate another stinging slap to the face, reddening her cheek, knowing that Joan would need to move into range soon enough to press home an attack. At the cost of a third slap to the face, Alana managed to get a good handful of Joan’s red hair, using it to pull her onto a punch into her right breast, flattening it with the forceful punch. Joan moaned ‘bitch!’ as Alana went lower, slamming into the redhead’s belly this time, encountering some resistance from solid abs there, but a telling blow nonetheless. Then she led Joan back to her own corner, enjoying the surprised look on Gabbi’s face at seeing her teacher suddenly being womanhandled as her face was introduced to the top turnbuckle. For a second, Joan was slumped there, chest first against the turnbuckles as she tried to clear her senses, and Alana clubbed a forearm across her shoulders before leaning in to press her there, trying to pay her back with a crotch claw of her own from behind.
That had Joan back to her senses in a hurry, and she was able to mount a successful counter defence, kicking back into Alana’s shin to cause the blonde to hobble away for a moment. Joan was able to turn out of the corner, quickly enough she thought, but she turned straight into a big European style uppercut, legal as it was delivered with the forearm as it rocked Joan back to the buckles. Was the redhead in trouble for the first time in the match we wondered, as Alana lined her up to deliver a good posting into her own corner now. Joan certainly looked to be in trouble, staying in the corner and looking a little winded, but as the blonde launched herself into a flying splash, Joan showed her speed to get between the top and middle ropes. Alana suddenly spotted her target moving out of her range, but she was airborne and could do nothing other than crash chest first into the turnbuckles. She was winded, shrieked a little as Joan got her fingers into the hair from the outside, and then cried out loudly as the redhead dropped down off the apron to clothesline her on the top rope. Alana was rocked, falling back towards the middle of the ring, one hand clutching her throat, the other her scalp, while on the outside, Joan brushed a couple of strands of blonde hair from her fingers. Then the redhead rolled under the bottom rope, getting to her feet and looking to continue her attack as she grabbed Alana’s blonde hair again and forced her to her feet.
Joan, it seemed, was a real hybrid of catfighter and wrestler, and she brought some of those more technical skills to the fore just now, sending Alana straight back to the mats with a hip toss. Then she grabbed her left arm, a loose arm bar of sorts before she planted a knee into the shoulder of Alana to help with the move, and she worked her arm for the moment, Alana crying out as she felt the strain on her shoulder. Joan was quick to move on again though, pulling Alana up to her feet with that arm back before she dropped to her knees, and took the surprised blonde straight back to the mat with a fireman’s carry. Alana crashed to the mat feeling a little disoriented as Alana took her arm once more, using it to bring her to her knees, but there, she held the arm out to the side and before Alana had worked out her plan, used a kick to knock the blonde’s left breast out of her bikini top. It wasn’t a particularly hard kick, done with just enough force to pop the breast free of Alana’s top, and Joan gave her no chance to react to being exposed before she lifted and slammed her hard at the centre of the ring.
It was no mean feat to lift and slam a woman who outweighed her by almost 30lbs, and Joan followed up quickly with an elbow drop, making sure the point of her elbow hit Alana’s bare breast before she pulled her into a tight side headlock. Alana groaned as she felt Joan’s strong arms crank hard around her head, then she used the most basic equaliser in catfighting with a handful of red hair allowing her to wrench Joan into a head scissors. This was a real strength for Alana certainly, and she locked her ankles, causing Joan to moan with pain when the blonde’s legs went out straight to punish her. At the same time, Alana kept hold of that neatly styled red hair, making it less neat by the second as Joan struggled against her grip and it looked once more as if Alana had control of the match. Joan’s face certainly showed a mixture of pain and frustration at getting caught for the first time here, and as Alana slapped her backside hard, she let out a frustrated groan of pain.
‘Submit then?’ Alana half asked, half suggested, wondering if she might have the redhead in a position to force an equalising submission. ‘No way’ Joan replied as she reached an arm back to try and prise Alana’s ankles apart and break the scissor hold. Not to be as Alana tensed hard once more, making Joan cry out loudly in pain again, but no submission still before the redhead went back to trying to ease her way out of the hold. Not easy though when you’ve got a strong 183lb blonde with a death grip on your hair trying to hold you in place she discovered as she succeeded in breaking the scissor momentarily. She was held very steadfastly in place then by Alana holding her hair until she was able to trap her in the scissors again, pouring on the pressure, and enjoying it as she heard Joan complain ‘Ooowwww….you bitch!’
Joan was tough certainly, but she was also a resourceful fighter, her experience in 28 previous matches making it’s way to the fore now. Trapped and in pain, she knew that there were always ways to get free, and technically good at wrestling or now, she wasn’t afraid of using an occasional shortcut if it was needed. Here she surprised Alana, easing her blue hotpants to one side slightly before simply oil checking her with a thumb in the ass. Alana’s eyes went wide, a mixture of shock and pain, her dual holds broken by the surprise violation, and Joan sprang free, straight back to the headlock she had held at the start of the exchange.
‘You cheating cow’ Alana complained as she found herself trapped again, Joan working her arms tightly around the head of the blonde.
‘It’s a catfight dear, get over it!’ Joan smiled in return before she forced Alana to her feet, still in the headlock, and ran her like a battering ram into the middle turnbuckle in her own corner of the ring. Releasing the headlock as Alana hit the buckle allowed the blonde to fall to her backside on the mat, just behind Joan, shaking her head to try and clear the cobwebs. Holding the middle rope now for a moment, Joan used stylish back kick, almost a push with the foot in truth, to send Alana to the mat on her back. Joan showed some ring mastery now, stepping on to the bottom rope in the corner just to elevate her slightly before using that to add extra impact to an elbow drop delivered to Alana’s belly, a move designed to wind the blonde. It certainly had the desired effect as Alana was still gasping for air as Joan used the hair to pull her up part of the way onto a knee lift to the breasts that floored her again. Alana was flat out on her back, close to the ring ropes as Joan perched there for a moment, sat on the middle rope. Then she simply pitched forward off that middle rope to deliver a splash across the prone body of Alana. Joan was suddenly well in control of things, taking up a cross pin on the blonde, controlling her hands with one trapped between her thighs, while she locked fingers with Alana’s other hand to hold it to the mat.
There was a quick tug on Alana’s blonde hair, just to let her know that Joan was in charge it seemed as much as anything. Then Joan set to work, easing Alana’s bikini top aside rather than removing it fully, exposing her breasts to a series of stinging slaps. All designed surely to soften the blonde teacher up for a breast attack which came in the form of a harsh nipple twist, bringing a loud cry of pain to Alana’s lips. It seemed, as Alana muttered ‘shit!’ between her cries of pain, that Joan was a woman more than adept in causing maximum pain with quite straightforward moves. She had Alana well tied up in the cross pin too; probably a submission would be hers for the taking if she wanted it. She decided against it though for now, preferring to soften Alana up some more with more slaps to the breasts, then a hard one to the belly. Her hand stayed in contact with Alana’s body after landing too, playing further down her body along skin lubricated slightly by the sweat of an intense battle. Alana shuddered as Joan’s hand got inside her hotpants now, just starting to slowly finger fuck her, almost saying to the blonde that she could force her to cum at will here. Alana kicked and squirmed now, trying to get free, each movement only seeming to turn her on more as the redhead’s fingers worked inside her.
‘OOOOHHHHH!’ Alana moaned now, a little airily, surprised at how quick this redhead had got her so turned on. Was there anything that Joan didn’t do well she found herself wondering.
Unfortunately for Alana, Joan was also very adept at finishing off any opponent that found themselves getting increasingly turned on against her. She rarely brought them all the way to an orgasm in the match though, preferring to use that state of heightened arousal against them. That was the case here as she now broke off from finger fucking and prepared to bring Alana to her feet with a handful of blonde hair. Alana tried to fight back, using a right hand to the body, but it was weak, lacking the snap to force Joan off her, before the redhead waist-locked her and punished her with a pussy pounding atomic drop. Alana’s scream of pain filled the room as Joan allowed her to remain frozen in place for a moment before faking a kick to the pussy. As Alana tried desperately to defend against that perceived attack, she found that instead she was pulled in tight to Joan, then lifted into a painful across the knee backbreaker. Joan just took a second to stretch Alana across her outstretched knee, taking a quick grope of her still exposed breasts, then she pushed her off to the mat. Alana rolled to her front there as Joan leaned over her to finally untie and remove her bikini top which she threw from the ring in Alana’s corner so that Pandora could retrieve it for her. Two elbow drops followed, heavily delivered across the lower back to punish Alana, surely setting her up for a submission attempt now. The redhead pulled Alana’s hotpants down slightly again now, just exposing her ass to a good smack before she started to set her up for one of her favoured finishing moves. As she stood on the back’s of Alana’s legs, tucking the blonde’s feet in behind her own legs, I thought I knew what was coming, but could Joan get all 183lbs of Alana up into the hold I wondered?
She had the arms controlled quickly too, Alana not really resisting as I wasn’t sure she knew quite what Joan was planning. Or maybe she did, but was powerless to resist it. Either way, we had the brief incongruity of a redhead whose taupe lingerie and hold up stockings were in pristine condition still standing atop a basically naked blonde who was looking somewhat dishevelled. Then Joan rocked back, and the crowd gasped with surprise as she seamlessly hoisted Alana up in to the Romero Hold, a look of surprise then pain appearing on her face. Joan had her there, totally trapped with her body on display, held up by the redhead’s impressively powerful legs. Alana cried out in pain, a long agonised moan of anguish at the predicament she was in and had no concept of how to counter.
‘Submit Alana, go on, make it easy on yourself’ Joan told her. It wasn’t a taunt, simply a matter of fact from her; it will be easier if you give in.
‘Noooo…..Owwww…..fuck!’ Alana cried out, quickly followed by ‘yes, YES, I GIVE!’ as the pain overwhelmed her.
‘That’s good’ Joan said, and then she told Alana ‘look, there’s no easy way down from here sorry. When I let go of your arms on the way down, cover your face because you’re going to hit face first honey. Ready?’ she asked quietly.
‘Yes’ Alana said in reply, ‘please put me down’ which Joan did as slowly as she could manage, Alana still pitching face first to the mat in a degree of pain, stunned a little by the impact. Joan was quick to move to console the beaten blonde, hugging her as she told Pandora ‘bring her gown in, she doesn’t need to be half naked in here’. Only then, when Alana was all covered up, the belt of her goan securely tied did the redhead help her to her feet, raising Alana’s hand for a round of applause from the crowd. There was no doubt though that the winner was Joan, and the winners were the ladies of the Lady Godiva Finishing Academy, two victories by a 2-0 scoreline negating the need for a tag match.
In particular, Joan had looked an impressive woman, like there might be more to her than met the eye initially. ‘You might need to watch her’ I told Emma sat next to me. ‘If she decided she could go full time as a catfighter I mean.’
‘I know’ Emma nodded thoughtfully. ‘Full time or not she looked quite the handful to me Steve’ she concluded as all four ladies left the ring to head for the sanctuary of the changing rooms to end the evening’s entertainment.