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Parisienne Nights

By Wolfboy

A former opponent of Elaine’s returns to her with a business proposal

A chance meeting in a supermarket had brought Elaine back together with her former pupil Paris Goddard. Paris had played the role of Tanzi in the school play, opposite Elaine, before the duo had taken part in a friendly but spirited catfight some years after. Elaine had won that one, quite narrowly, with experience just coming to the fore in the end. Now, a few years after that, the two women were back together, having agreed to catch up over a drink. Naturally, after they’d exchanged enough small talk, they got down to the subject of fighting.

‘So have you….you know, fought anyone since me?’ Elaine asked Paris. ‘I know you talked about getting some coaching from Emma back then?’

‘To be honest Mrs Smith, I never got around to it. Work happened. My boyfriend didn’t like the idea so much. So I kind of forgot all about it for a while’ Paris explained.

‘Paris, honey. You’re how old now? Call me Elaine please….don’t make me sound any older than I already am!’ Elaine laughed.

‘Well fair enough’ Paris laughed in return. ‘So what about you Elaine. Do you still fight?’ she asked.

‘When I can’ the blonde teacher admitted. ‘I’ve had a few good scraps since we had our match. Some more private than others I guess’ she said, recalling a recent defeat in a hard fight against Grace Swails.

‘Oh, that’s interesting’ Paris replied. ‘I’m sort of wondering if you might be able to help me out a little then in that case. You see, although I didn’t really think about fighting for quite a while, I did start again fairly recently, because of something a bit spontaneous. And well….I did kind of enjoy it’ she admitted.

‘Paris….do you want to fight me again? Is that it?’ Elaine asked. There was a smile on her face at the thought.

‘Well, that wasn’t exactly it. But I would fight you again Elaine, because it was a lot of fun last time. But no, what I wondered was if you’d kind of be a bit of a manager for me maybe? I want to get into some sort of fighting that pays, but I don’t want to get taken advantage of…’ Paris said. There was an uncertainty about her as she asked the question.

‘A manager?’ Elaine asked, mulling the thought over in her mind. ‘I mean, I still like to fight, but I think I could be a manager too. It’s not like I’m fighting publicly at all. So here’s a thought Paris. Why don’t we have us a little rematch, and we’ll talk about it more after that? I like the idea, but I want to see what my fighter has learned, first hand’ she smiled.

‘Well, I’ll be happy to show you Elaine. What do you have in mind? The same rules as last time maybe?’ Paris questioned.

‘Why don’t you tell me what kind of fights you’re looking to get into Paris and how about we devise something along those lines? I want my fighter to be ready for what she’s going to get into after all’ Elaine smiled.

‘Oh! I knew you’d be a good choice!’ Paris laughed. ‘Well, I want to fight for people, but not in front of a crowd so much’ the younger woman started to explain. ‘There’s two sorts of fights I’m interested in mostly. The video catfights, that get sponsored, because they pay quite well. Or a private commission. Taking on another woman in private, her rules, her home even, for a fee’ Paris suggested.

‘Well, both of those things are possible’ Elaine agreed. ‘Video fights are out there, but you probably need a bit of a profile to get really started in those. Maybe one public fight to show what you can do helps with that?’ Elaine said, wondering out loud as much as anything. ‘And those private commissions? They’re definitely a thing, because that’s what Emma is starting to look at just now. That might be our best way to test you out I think. Let me talk to Emma and see how what she’s been doing works, then give me your email address, and we’ll set it all up like I’m a prospective client. It’ll be interesting to see how that works’ Elaine suggested to Paris.

‘I think that’s a great idea Elaine’ Paris agreed readily. ‘I know in those private type of commissions, I’ve got to be prepared for anything’ she said. ‘But I think it’s a good idea to try it out that way.’

‘I think it’s more like you need to have your boundaries set really clearly for that kind of thing Paris. You don’t need to worry about that with me though. You know I’m not really going to be out to hurt you, but I’ll try and set up something that’s going to challenge you in different ways to see how you find it first of all. It’ll probably give you some ideas on what you like and don’t like about it.’ Elaine told her.

‘I knew you were the right person to ask about this Elaine’ Paris smiled.

‘Well, just remember it’s going to be a test. You need to beat me this time if you want me as your manager Paris!’ Elaine laughed, before the two women exchanged contact details and went their separate ways, with Elaine promising to talk to Emma then get back in touch with her proposal for their match within a couple of days. Paris was quite surprised to find just how many times she checked her email during the next 48 hours while Elaine kept her waiting, on tenterhooks, for her initial email. It was silly, the younger woman thought to herself with a wry smile. It wasn’t like she didn’t know Elaine. It wasn’t a match with an unknown client, but it was still exciting to see what the blonde would come up with. Finally, the alert from her phone was one from Elaine, and she felt th4e surge of adrenaline as she opened the mail to read her message.

‘Good evening

My name is Elaine, and I have seen your advert offering yourself as a private catfighting opponent/ I’m interested, having fought a few times myself in the past. The idea of taking on a younger woman like you interests me.

Paris is such a pretty name for a catfighter and it gave me an idea for a match. I would like it to be a Parisienne Boudoir lingerie catfight. I will explain the rules for the fight on the night if you agree to it. I will be able to host the catfight at my house, next weekend on Saturday evening or Sunday morning. Would either of those times work well for you?

Finally, could you let me know all of your relevant stats please Paris? If you agree to the fight, then I would like to outfit you for it if that’s OK?

Elaine

x’

Paris read the email through, then read it again to make sure that she had all of the pertinent points logged. Then she smiled, and began to compose her reply.

‘Hey Elaine,

Thank you for your email, so good to hear from you.

I would love to hear more about your experiences as a catfighter, but I’m certainly interested in taking you on in this Boudoir catfight. I’m excited to learn the rules of that on the day. The Saturday evening works better for me, so let’s make it a Parisienne Nights Boudoir fight!

Now, you asked me for my pertinent stats. First of all, let me say thank you for offering to outfit me. I love lingerie for fighting in, but especially in bright colours. However, this is your match, so please choose according to your own tastes. So those pertinent stats….I’m 5 feet 7 inches tall, 150lbs, 36DD-25-38. I’m usually a dress size 12, though a 14 is usually fine as well too.

Please let me know what time on Saturday is best, and where I need to come to for the match.

Paris

x’

There were a few further emails back and forth. Elaine and Paris both clarified some details, but nothing at all about the rules of the match. That as something Emma had suggested to Elaine, given that there was never any way of knowing exactly what would happen in matches set up privately like this. Paris would need the ability to think on her feet at times, so why not do it in an environment like this first of all. 8PM had been agreed as the time for the match though, and both women were anxiously looking forward to that time.

Paris knew roughly where Elaine lived of course, but still she entered the address in to the sat-nav of her small car as she set off for the short trip across town. She knew that first impressions would count usually for her, if she was serious about being a private catfighter. She had done her make up, keeping it simple and light, curled her long dark red hair lightly so that it hung to the middle of her back. It was a cool spring evening, so she wore a short burgundy leather skirt over her thick black tights, with knee high boots, and she had a tight white t-shirt on beneath a tightly zipped black fleece jacket. She laughed at herself for feeling nervous as she pulled up outside Elaine’s house, but she realised that this was just a fraction of how it might feel if she did this for real. Then she got out of the car, picked up a small bag from the rear seat, and as the car flashed to indicate it was locked, she walked the few steps up the path to the door, hearing her heels clicking on the paving slabs. She rapped the door firmly with her knuckles, then stepped back a pace to wait for Elaine to answer it.

A few seconds later the door swung open, and Elaine adopted a black expression for the briefest moment, before the light came on in her eyes. ‘You must be Paris! Of course!’ she laughed, as if she’d forgotten for the moment just what she had arranged. ‘How silly of me to forget….come in….come in!’ she smiled, taking Paris by the hand and leading her inside. ‘You’re every bit as pretty as I’d hoped you’d be’ she gushed as she shook Paris by the hand for just a moment longer than was totally comfortable. ‘I can’t wait to get to grips with you!’ she said, eyeing Paris up and down a little obviously. Elaine was using her acting skills to their fullest extent, to try to unsettle Paris just a little, knowing that her former pupil could very well encounter something similar in the future.

Paris just smiled sweetly at her though, and returned the compliment, telling Elaine that she looked great in her red mini dress and towering red heels. ‘I’m really looking forward to learning about our match….and to seeing just what you’ve got me to fight in as well of course!’ she told the blonde as both kept up the pretence of not really knowing each other for now.

‘Of course….let me show you where we’ll fight first of all!’ Elaine said, leading the way up a staircase that turned through 90 degrees to the left at the top to come out on to a spacious landing off which 5 doors led. She continued to the furthest door, a master bedroom in which a super-king sized bed was the centre piece with maybe 3 feet of floor space around it on three sides. All of the soft furnishings in the room were in black, red and burgundy, the blinds were draw and the lighting was provided by wall lights, dimmed to provide a soft but warm light. Elaine had truly created the boudoir effect. ‘I have all of my fights in here now’ she explained, a smile on her face as Paris took in the room. She was pretty sure that the young redhead had never fought on a bed before.

‘It looks lovely. Perfect for it’ Paris allowed. ‘And I presume the whole room is in bounds?’ she asked Elaine.

‘Ahhh yes…...rules!’ Elaine smirked. She had been given enough time to think about this over the last couple of days, and she was a creative woman. ‘So first of all, you’re quite right, the whole room will stay in bounds. And you’ll see that there’s absolutely no hard furniture in here. Everything is relatively soft, and so you can use it as you see fit. We will fight with no time limit. Just make your opponent submit to win the fight. No punching or kicking the face. Anything else will be legal. And I warn you….I love beating up younger woman, and grinding them to a total capitulation when they submit to me’ Elaine said, a glint in her eye that suggested to Paris that the sentiment wasn’t entirely untrue.

‘Well that sounds just great’ Paris smiled. ‘You see, my speciality is beating up older women, and the more they try to hurt me in the process, the more I like it!’ she said, taking Elaine aback just a little for the first time since she’d entered the house. ‘So really, we’re made for each other’ Paris pointed out.

‘Oh’ Elaine replied, her poise returning quickly enough. ‘A pain slut…..you’ll be fun to break!’ she declared. ‘Now let me show you to your changing room’ she said, leading Paris back to the opposite end of that landing and the door that was situated furthest away from the fight boudoir. That opened on to a smaller bedroom, the blind draw in there also, and with a little package waiting on top of the bed for Paris. ‘I do hope you like it’ Elaine said, her fingers just lightly brushing Paris on the arm, ‘I have to say I’m really looking forward to ripping it all off you!’ she teased the young redhead. Then she tuned and left the room without another word to go and prepare herself for action within the boudoir, leaving Paris along with her thoughts to get ready to fight. This would be a brief period for both. A chance to strategise and for Paris to at least digest the rules for the match which she had only just learned. She was determined to show Elaine she’d improved as a fighter since they’d fought before, but she also knew that the blonde would be a tough opponent for her. She was strong, had experience and she knew how to fight, regardless of anything else.

Paris had blossomed as a woman from the 18 year old that had taken on Elaine some years before though. Fitter and stronger, she was built to turn heads with the looks to make sure that then they stayed turned. And her recent matches had given her the confidence to think that she could match Elaine now, especially after running her former teacher quite close in their initial meeting. She’d learned to really enjoy catfighting in the last few months, saw that she maybe had the potential to earn from it in some way, and used that aim as she’d particularly worked over the breasts of her last few opponents. As she stripped naked before checking the package on her bed, Paris would feel a slight shiver run through her, not of cold, but of anticipation as she realised Elaine was built for her to work that way too.

Then she opened the package that was on the bed and realised that Elaine had taken in every detail of her email to provide her with perfectly fitting, and strikingly bright lingerie. The bases of her outfit wasn’t bright at all though, with the bra, thong and suspender belt all made of a fine nude mesh, that while not totally see through, certainly gave hints of what lay beneath it. The bright came in the bra straps, the piping around the cups, then band of the bra, the piping on the suspender belt and thong, and the suspenders themselves that gave way to matching garters that fit snugly around Paris’s thighs. All of those parts of the lingerie were in a striking neon green colour, recognising her love of bright lingerie. She dressed quickly now, stretched to warm up but also to check the give and support in her lingerie, then checked herself in the full length mirror in the room. A few moments to touch up her makeup and make her rich red hair as big as possible and she was ready to face her first test as a catfighter for hire as she left the bedroom and headed for the master bedroom where the fight would take place.

Elaine was waiting there for Paris, not impatiently, just watching the door from the far side of the bed and waiting for the young redhead to appear. The blonde was in many ways the polar opposite of Paris; while the redhead was sleek and toned, with an athletic power, Elaine’s strength came from her curves and thick body. Elaine’s contrast extended to her choice of lingerie, and where the outfit worn by Paris was bright, Elaine’s was in the exact same style, but all in black, giving her a stern appearance. Paris knew that Elaine was really more fun than all that, but this was Elaine playing a character to test her out. One that was a little awkward and quiet now around Paris, as she openly stared at a point some way below the redhead’s own eyes, her eyes clearly feasting on the breasts of the younger woman. ‘I have one more proposal I’d like to discuss with you afterwards Paris…..if you win our fight, I say we do that looking at the Eiffel Tower in Paris. If I win, then we’ll do it while I’m in Paris….because I’m going to fuck you all night long young lady!’ At that statement, Elaine’s eyes slowly left Paris and her evidently captivating breasts to look at the strap-on she’d just left at the foot of the bed. Elaine smirked at the wide eyed expression on Paris’s face. ‘So...shall we?’ she said.

It wasn’t a question. With the thought of the impressively large strap-on still at the forefront of Paris’s mind, the fight began with Elaine going over the corner of the large bed to qucikly close in on the redhead. It was the fingers of the blonde that found the hair of the redhead first, but Paris showed that she was quick to react, as her fingers also found Elaine’s blonde hair. Both pulled hard now, each trying to impose their will. Paris took a forced step forward so that the backs of Elaine’s legs touched the bed, then she took her right hand out of Elaine’s hair and whipped a slap into the blonde’s left breast. Through the mesh covering of her bra, Elaine felt that one, but it also weakened the redhead’s grip on her blonde hair; Elaine pressed forwards so that when Paris belatedly retook her hold of the hair, it was with her back to the wall. Elaine leaned into her now, and used her small weight advantage to control Paris as she raked a slap across her belly. Paris made no sound on that one landing, face set in determination as she tried to push back and find her way off the wall. Elaine held her there for a moment longer though, using her thick curvy body to control Paris for a moment, before she whipped another slap across her belly. This time there was a soft groan from Paris as Elaine’s hand cracked off her toned body.

‘You’ll be moaning louder than that later on!’ Elaine smirked suggestively, taking a shot to the body in return from Paris who again tried to force her back off the wall.

‘Never! You won’t get me’ she told Elaine, getting a step off the wall before Elaine took control once more. This time the older blonde demonstrated to Paris her knowledge of wrestling, applying a passable front cravat hold to control the redhead’s movements, turning her so that her body was towards the bed now. Paris searched for a grip to slow Elaine up, fingers scrabbling for her hair, without any success, before Elaine broke her hold and gave the redhead a quick shove in the chest. Paris was knocked back on to the bed by the shove, landing on her butt, sat at the edge of it before she was knocked flat when Elaine lunged for her. Both women groaned now though, Paris from the impact of the flying blonde and Elaine because, despite that impact, Paris reacted quickly to swing her legs up and around the body of the blonde.

Now there was a battle for position, Elaine on top and the soft mattress doing little to help Paris support herself and push the blonde off her as she tried ot bear down on her. At the same time, her thighs really started to cut into Elaine’s body as she tried to put the squeeze on her. Elaine groaned, feeling for the first time that Paris had become more powerful; she smiled even as she let out that groan, realising Paris was better equipped as a fighter now. Then she tried to retake the initiative with a double handed claw of the redhead’s stomach that made Paris shriek in surprise at the effective move. Her scissors hold weakened just a little and Elaine pushed forward, forcing Paris a little further on to the bed, then the scissor hold tightened again and Paris used her lefts to suddenly take Elaine to her side. Both women went to the hair again, Elaine’s grab the more defensive of the to as she tried to stop Paris from moving on top of her. It was a scene played out in so many catfights down the years, two lingerie clad woman, one secured between the legs of the other, both pulling hair and trying to find the way to take total control of the fight. Here, Paris thought that she might have found the way, slapping and grabbing Elaine’s breast, squeezing her there harshly. ‘OWWWW!’ Elaine complained sharply.

‘And I thought you wanted to be between my legs!’ Paris quipped as she tensed her thighs once more. Elaine definitely didn’t want to be there, not like this, but she reached back, cleverly jamming her forearm between the redhead’s ankles to break them apart and she was able to force her way free of the scissor hold. Paris was surprised to see that Elaine wasn’t looking to follow up quickly, instead getting to her feet at the edge of the bed.

‘What do you say we make it a little more interesting, you little tart?’ she asked now, not waiting for a reply from the younger woman as she unclasped her own bra and slipped it off, holding the black garment in her right hand.

‘You’ve not been able to keep your eyes off my tits since I stepped in here bitch’ Paris smiled. ‘So yeah...why not’ she agreed, slipping off the bed and removing her own bra which she threw through the open doorway of the room before she rounded the corner of the bed to face Elaine. As she did so, Elaine pitched her own black bra at Paris, aiming for her face. It was a distraction of course, and as Paris’s eyes followed the track of the flying bra, Elaine’s left hand cracked off her cheek in a well delivered slap. Advantage to the older blonde again as she reeled in Paris by her long hair and immediately lifted her to deliver a body slam. That Paris was deposited in the centre of the soft mattress by the slam certainly diminished the effect of it considerably, but Elaine climbed on to the bed and delivered a splash as a follow up that had considerably more effect.

Both women’s bodies bounced a little on that impact, but it was Paris who bore the brunt of it as Elaine found herself in a perfect pinning position, lying partly across the redhead’s chest. Her heavy breasts lay on Paris’s not inconsiderable DDs as well, threatening to engulf them. Both went to the hair, predictably enough as Elaine didn’t try to control Paris’s arms at all. She wanted to see what the younger woman would do and got her answer quickly enough as one hand sunk deep in her blonde hair, trying to rag her head around. Well that was fine, Elaine thought, doing the same to Paris, more effectively too from her better position. Then she gasped, feeling her own thong used against her, pulled into a harsh wedgie by Paris. Elaine retaliated of course, a punch landing in Paris’s stomach before she too pulled on the waistband of Paris’s brightly coloured thong, using it as her ally to attack her womanhood. The look on the face of the redhead conveyed the pain she was in to Elaine who taunted ‘just say the words and we’ll fuck you little bitch!’

‘No…..no way!’ Paris groaned loudly. She was in trouble, glad of the momentary relief as Elaine broke off from pulling on her thong, only to find another hard punch landing in her body. She moaned, realising that Elaine was pulling no punches in this fight, no matter the situation, and she felt the blonde’s fingers reaching for her thong again. This time in fact, they were reaching for what was beneath the thong, looking for a pussy maul as they slipped beneath the mesh waistband, forcing Paris to defensively cross her legs. ‘Ohhh! You’re no fun!’ Elaine laughed at the defensive move, while she felt Paris stop pulling on her thong in return. She kept her hand inside Paris’s thong for now, not quite able to find her real target, but aware that if nothing else, the sensation of her hand being beneath the redhead’s waistband was distracting to her at the very least. Then she felt something soft whack into the back of her head; a cushion swung with no inconsiderable amount of force by Paris. Distraction, Elaine failed to realise, part turning and releasing Paris’s hair so that she could swat the cushion out of her hand when the redhead next swung it. Now the redhead struck back, releasing Elaine’s hair and using that hand for a short punch to the tits, before sinking her claws into Elaine's breast to punish the blonde, making her cry out ‘OWWWW…..YOU LITTLE….!’

‘Little what?’ Paris asked, working away as she kept up the attack to put the hurt on Elaine now.

‘Bitch!’ Elaine clarified.

‘Fair enough’ Paris smirked, her fingers and nails working effectively to punish the blonde, who responded by retaking her hair grab before slapping at Paris’s thighs as hard as she could. It was a position neither was likely to win the fight from now, but both were satisfied to keep up the attack for now, each thinking that they were potentially softening the other woman up. Paris especially was working towards that end, knowing that breast attacks had worked well for her recently. Elaine was made of stern enough stuff though, enough to question her ‘are you actually doing anything, bitch, or are you just enjoying holding my tits? I can’t feel anything….’ she mocked.

‘You sure?’ Paris asked, working her fingers so that the pain flared in Elaine’s face now. ‘Your face suggests otherwise…’ she countered, knowing that the maul was getting to Elaine. The blonde still had one card left to play; she was on top of Paris, so she simply got up and moved away fro her at the cost of some pain as Paris tried to hold on to the breast maul for as long as possible. But the two women were apart again, kneeling at opposite corners of the large bed as they glowered at each other. It would be the final time they would be apart in this one fall contest that would now move on at pace.

‘Come on then you little tart….make your move!’ Elaine taunted.

‘Age before beauty, bitch!’ Paris sniped in return.

‘Slut!’ Elaine fired back.

‘Whore!’ Paris replied. The taunting may have been light-hearted, but each word was delivered like they truly meant it. Finally it was Paris who instigated the final action of the fight, moving forward on her knees and launching a flurry of slaps to mainly the breasts that Elaine took with a grimace on her face as she started to fire back. Where Paris showed a measured, targeted approach, Elaine slapped away in a more haphazard, wild style, her blows landing all over Paris’s upper body. Then she snuck on into the redhead’s cheek, giving Paris a momentary pause that was just the kind of opening that allowed Elaine to press right into her her. Elaine wanted that body to body combat as each snatched the other’s hair forcefully, pulling hard as they tried to force the other to their back. Elaine tried to lean forward, but she found the young redhead’s harder body was just about able to resist her curves for now. In fact, Paris welcomed the body to body duel too, happy to have Elaine in so close to her as well. She knew it gave the blonde nowhere to go when she struck effectively after a few more moments of struggle, burying her right hand just above the waistband of Elaine’s black mesh thong. At the same time now, Paris pressed forward, and found that Elaine, gasping for breath from the single effective punch wasn’t able to resists being forced to her back on the bed.

It looked like a chance for Paris to move into a facesit perhaps as she kept hold of Elaine’s hair and moved quickly, but her plans were different. It still involved Elaine getting smothered, though with the breasts as Paris lay out behind Elaine’s head so that her breasts were in Elaine’s face. It may nt have been the most effective of smothers on it’s own, though it was a nice enough move. What made it more effective though was Paris having Elaine’s body laid out in front of her, wide open to her attacks which focussed entirely on the curvy blonde’s big breasts, which she sunk her fingers into roughly now. This was a heady cocktail for Elaine to take, with the smothering attack exacerbated by the impressive and harsh breast work of the young redhead.

‘OWWWW!’ Elaine cried out as she felt the strong fingers kneading her breasts, softening her up some more with each movement.

‘Submit then bitch!’ Paris told her.

‘NOOOO….OWWWW…..OOOOHHHHH!’ Elaine replied, the firmness in her initial reply trailing off as she felt her breasts worked over again and again. Paris had her in trouble it was clear to see.

‘You’re just enjoying getting a close up of my tits, admit it!’ Paris told her cheekily, then she deftly added a double nipple twist to the mix, raising the volume of Elaine’s protests. Each time that she felt the blonde just becoming accustomed to the pain level, she added another quarter twist to just bring the pain sharply back into focus for her. And she was patient too. She felt sure she needed to do nothing more to claim the win other than wait it out, knowing that if the tit work didn’t get to her, the smother would in the end.

‘Mmmfffff…..get your tits out of my face!’ Elaine complained now, though there was no real venom in the protest.

‘You like it’ Paris teased. It would be her work on Elaine’s breasts that would break the blonde’s resistance though, especially as she introduced her nails a little more to the mix and cautioned Elaine ‘don’t make me hurt you…’ in a voice that suggested she’d be more than happy to do just that if it was what was needed.

Even as she said it, Paris did exactly that, with another twist of the nipple and under the circumstances, Elaine decided enough was enough for today. Not until she’d allowed Paris the satisfaction of feeling one last heartfelt howl of pain reverberate in her cleavage as it trapped and muffled Elaine’s voice. ‘I submit Paris’ Elaine said then, a little quieter, but the redhead heard it and released Elaine from smother prison.

‘So we’re going to Paris?’ Paris asked now.

‘That we are’ Elaine confirmed. ‘And you’re a much better fighter than when we fought before Paris. You’re stronger, but more than that, because you’ve got more of a mean streak now, and that’s always a good thing for a catfighter.’

‘And I need to learn some of those crafty pro moves from you’ Paris admitted in return. ‘They’re good and they can be a real game-changer. So?’

‘Yes’ Elaine replied quickly. ‘I’ll be your manager…...and I’ll teach you what I know about all those pro moves. I’m not the expert, but I use them a little’ she told the redhead.

‘Well you’re the only woman who’s body slammed me’ Paris pointed out. ‘Every time we’ve faced each other. Whatever the circumstances.’ she smiled. ‘And….what do you think of my performance today? Would you have been pleased if you’d hired me to fight you?’ she asked Elaine, interested to know what she had thought.

‘Paris...honey. You’re a beautiful young woman, and you’re fun to fight. Nobody would be disappointed. And I tried some different things which you took in your stride pretty well. There are things you’ll need to decide on how you feel about them with someone you don’t know. The only thing I’d complain about is that I only got one fall out of the match’ Elaine laughed.

‘We can go again…..anytime you want Elaine?’ Paris suggested.

‘Tonight no. This was all we needed to do this time. And we’re obviously going to be working together’ Elaine told her. ‘So I’ll get you then! Now, I’ll arrange our little trip to Paris, and then I’ll let you know the details. We can use that trip to really work out exactly how you want to market yourself to find these matches’ Elaine said to Paris.

‘Great! I really can’t wait. I’ve never actually been to Paris…’ Paris said.

Both women enjoyed that thought, and while Elaine was a woman in a current run of losses both wondered if the new challenge of helping Paris with her development as a fighter for hire might just help the blonde with that as well.