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Tackling Tanzi

By Wolfboy

Elaine takes on the star of the show in a private catfight

It was a few weeks before there was any more catfight action to enjoy, and when it happened, it was a rematch of sorts featuring Elaine.

Elaine had first wrestled as part of her school’s production of Trafford Tanzi, a play with a young lady wrestler at the heart of it. In that, the title character had been played by a girl called Paris Goddard, and Elaine’s character had wrestled against hers in a rip-roaring opening to the play. Both women had then taken to the world of catfighting, Elaine a little sooner while Paris had waited until she was 18 and had left school to go to university. A chance encounter in the street had got the two talking during their summer break from their respective education establishments. It went on, both realising that the other did catfights now, and a challenge was made for a match to take place. Elaine asked if she could use our garage ring to host the match and if Emma would mind seconding Paris. Agreed on both counts, and we were able to add Debbie to the mix to referee the match which was agreed to take place the following day; teacher and former pupil apparently itching to test each other.

Fast forward 24 hours and Debbie, Emma and I were waiting in the garage for the two fighters who were currently changing in the upstairs bedroom before joining us. Paris was first to enter the room, immediately followed by Elaine and it was easy to see that between them, they had clearly chosen the theme of pupil versus teacher for the match. Paris, a fine looking young woman, wore black opaque tights with flat shoes that she kicked off before entering the ring. She had on her old school skirt, a grey and burgundy plaid number that finished well above the knee. Removing her burgundy jumper and school tie, she had on a short sleeved white blouse, it’s buttons straining to contain her breasts, a hint of white lace bra visible from the right angle. Her red hair hung, loosely curled, to the middle of her back, and she looked confident and relaxed as she chatted to Emma in the corner.

As Elaine came to the corner when I was, I took in her ‘teacher’ look. She wore a pair of glossy tan coloured tights beneath a black skirt that was, like Paris’ skirt, well above the knee. Her hair was up in a loose pony tail, which she quickly untied to allow her now shoulder length blonde hair to hang loosely. Elaine removed a black jacket now and kicked off her black low-heeled shoes before sliding through the ropes to enter the ring. She wore a pale mint green blouse, buttoned at the front and with a cap-sleeve as she now stretched in the corner. A look at her nails showed that both fingers and toes were painted a matching shade of green but were not long, something reciprocated by Paris who had also cut her nails short and had them painted in clear nail varnish for the fight.

With both women ready to go, Debbie stepped into the ring wearing black sports leggings along with a black and white tank top to take up her refereeing duties. ‘OK ladies, you’re both here for a teacher versus pupil catfight which is set for two rounds of 10 minutes each. You may not punch to the face or attack the eyes at any point. Punches to the body are allowed in round two only, slapping is allowed at all times. Anything else goes. Our pupil today is Paris Goddard on my right. Paris is 5 feet 7 inches tall, 142lbs 36D-24-37 and is 18 years old. She has a record of 2 wins without defeat.’ Debbie said as she looked at the impressive teenager before continuing ‘her opponent and teacher is Elaine Smith on my left. Elaine is 43 years old, 5 feet 5 inches tall, 149lbs and measures 36F-28-40 with a catfight record of 3 wins and 2 losses.’ I arched my eyebrow at hearing there was an extra win on Elaine’s record now and she laughed, telling me ‘some skank turned up at school wanting to fight me about her son’s grades. I did just that, wiped the mat with her. Sorry you didn’t get to see it!’

With that cleared up, there was just one more rule for Debbie to explain now. ‘You’ve both agreed that if the fight is tied after 20 minutes of action, then as referee I will judge who the winner is. Are you both still happy with that or would you prefer an extra period to fight it out?’ Debbie asked. Both women agreed that in the event of a tie, they would trust Debbie’s judgement. ‘OK then, in that case, may the best woman win’ Debbie told them before adding ‘FIGHT!’ and the two women came out of their corners to fight, immediately going chest to chest in the centre of the ring. Elaine’s F cup breasts threatening to envelop Paris’s D cups. The teenager cheekily asked Elaine ‘ooooohhhhh, Mrs Smith, do my titties turn you on? Your nipples are hard!’ and as Elaine shot back ‘you cheeky little cow!’ the fight was on in earnest as both went to the hair looking to bully the other around the garage ring. Elaine had gone for two hands in Paris’s hair, giving her the edge in the hair pulling as she forced the redhead’s head back, but Paris was able to slap away to Elaine’s body with what looked to be some pretty heavy-handed blows. Then Paris grabbed the front of Elaine’s blouse, looking to rip it open though she only succeeded in ripping one button off before Elaine cut her off abruptly with a knee lift to the stomach. That saw Elaine able to bully the teen back to the corner where she lit up her breasts with a stinging slap before Irish Whipping her to the opposite corner. The lightly padded corner post did little to protect Paris from the impact and she was still in the corner as Elaine caught her with a slap to the face. She took it, holding the ropes to stay upright and fired back with a slap and grab at the back of Elaine’s blouse as the teacher bent down, looking to thread one of Paris’s legs through the ropes. The slap surprised Elaine and now it was she who took a knee to the breasts, knocking her off balance to the mat in the centre of the ring. Her blouse was torn a little up the back too as she struggled to her feet, straight into a front headlock from Paris who showed good wrestling skill now, using that to turn Elaine before dropping her to the mat with a swinging neck breaker. Elaine felt that one, there was no doubt, and Paris plunged in to trap her in a cross pin after a big splash.

The pin wasn’t overly well applied by the teen, leaving both of Elaine’s hands free to attack her as she lay across the busty teacher’s chest. Paris did have attack plans though, trying to snake her right hand inside the waistband of Elaine’s skirt and tights as she looked for a crotch claw. Elaine groaned as she felt Paris get her fingers inside the waistband of her skimpy black lace panties now, then she yelled out in pain as Paris’s fingers found the mark with the claw. ‘Submit Mrs Smith?’ Paris asked as Elaine yelled out in pain before countering with a hair pull with her left hands while her right started to claw at the teenager’s ass. Now it was Paris who let out a cry of pain as Elaine tore at her scalp and both fighters were force to endure the pain of the respective attacks. Elaine gritted her teeth, feeling the pain of her ex-pupils well applied claw once more, unable to stifle a cry of pain as the young fingers expertly attacked her womanhood. ‘Give up Mrs Smith!’ Paris urged as she worked her fingers in ever deeper and as the teacher screamed out in pain once more, she quickly followed it with ‘I submit!’ Paris broke the hold, rising off Elaine, and at this point she walked to a chalk board that was setup just outside the ring. It had both names neatly written on the top of the board, each in their own column, and Paris marked a ‘1’ in her column to record her submission before she returned to the ring. The chalkboard added to the school theme a little more I thought, and it doubled as a small in round break following any submission as the winner of the fall had to mark their victory before returning to the action.

Just over two minutes in, and one question I had was firmly dispelled. I had wondered how ‘catty’ the two women would be with each other; the opening submission by crotch claw while Elaine pulled hair and clawed ass in response suggested both were here to fight. Now they resumed hostilities, once again breast to breast in the centre of the ring as they dug into each other’s hair and started to look to bend the other to their will. This time, both kept one hand free, using it to slap away at the other’s body, Paris swinging for Elaine with a bit more abandon before grabbing the front of Elaine’s mint green blouse. Again, Elaine felt the buttons being torn from the blouse but using Paris’s focus on her blouse to her own advantage, a quick slap to the face was the preamble to her backing Paris up into the corner post. There, Elaine planted her foot in the teenager’s stomach, grabbed her behind the head and fell back to monkey flip the redhead to the mat. Paris had been surprised a little by the move, but she was more taken aback as Elaine showed some gymnastics to perform a backward roll to put herself perfectly in position, sat high on Paris’s chest.

‘Now young lady’ Elaine lectured, using her stern teachers voice ‘how do you like this?’ she asked as she took a rough handful of red hair forcing the younger woman’s face right into her crotch. Paris let out a muffled moan that suggested she wasn’t keen and she swung her legs up to try and catch Elaine. The blonde leaned forward though, dodging the move before she swatted her legs away with her free arm, maintaining the pussy smother on the struggling teen. Elaine reached back now, getting a good handful of breast through Paris’s blouse and bra which again drew a muffled cry from the former pupil as she fought to stave off the submission. ‘I’ve got you now Paris’ Elaine told the teenager, still using that stern teacher voice as she added ‘submit!’ Paris struggled once again beneath the older woman and she swung her legs again, this time able to wrap them around Elaine but to little avail as Elaine simply leaned forward as she released the hair and breast to smother Paris with her body as she folded her. Now the teen was in trouble, although she grabbed for Elaine’s hair in another attempt to break free. It was a good effort from her, but Elaine gritted her teeth and took the pain in her scalp as she waited for the smother to take its toll on Paris. As the young redhead’s breathing became a little more laboured, Elaine delivered the coup de grace for the equalising submission. Shaking off the teenager’s legs, she shifted quickly to sit squarely on Paris’s face and there was little more to say in this fall as Paris quickly tapped out. That saw Elaine break the hold to mark up her equalising submission as she quickly left the ring to do so, and now it was back on to an even keel just short of half way through fall one.

It looked likely to be a high scoring fight at this stage, and the action continued again with both women meeting breast to breast in the centre of the ring. Paris smirked again as she felt Elaine’s nipples stiffen against her pert breasts before she grabbed for the teacher’s hair with both hands this time, forcing her head back. Elaine groaned, perhaps shocked by the ferocity of her former pupil’s hair pulling, but she responded this time with an attack on Paris’s white blouse, quickly tearing open the front of it to reveal her white lace bra. Elaine latched both of her hands onto Paris’s D cup breasts now, kneading and mauling her as she did so, drawing a cry of pain from the young redhead. Paris decided it was time to respond in kind, tearing open the front of Elaine’s blouse as well as she released her hair attack. Then the teen got a good handful of Elaine’s breasts as well through her black bra, and the two women locked together in a tit fight for supremacy right there. Each tried to push the other back, locked eye to eye as they searched the other for any sign of weakness. A flash of pain played in Elaine’s eyes as Paris trapped her in a double nipple clamp for a moment, and the younger fighter thought that she had found her opening. Elaine gritted her teeth though and she then forced a cry of pain from Paris as she cruelly twisted both of her breasts.

With Paris slightly off balance now, Elaine rushed her back to the corner before breaking her double claw attack and stunning her with a slap to the breasts instead. Showing her brief ring experience now, Elaine grabbed Paris’s red hair, spinning her to slam her face into the corner post, setting the teen a little woozy. She spun Paris again so that her back was to the corner post now, slapping her across the face before using the hair to throw Paris from the corner in a hair mare. Paris landed well enough, rolling to a seated position but Elaine was on her quickly, letting her rise into an immediate lift. She held Paris there for a moment telling her ‘you remember this move don’t you Paris?’ before she planted the redhead hard at the centre of the mats in a well delivered body slam. Paris moaned as the felt the less forgiving impact of the garage ring, and Elaine dived down on top of her with a full body splash that really crushed the air from her body. Then she rolled Paris neatly into a rear body scissor down on the mat, her strong legs wrapped tightly around her lithe body, ankles crossed with her heels in Paris’s crotch. Paris’s hands went to Elaine’s thighs immediately while Elaine wrapped her arms around the redhead’s throat in a sleeper hold which Paris had been unable to defend properly. The hold was well on and Paris knew it as her hands belatedly came up to try and pry Elaine’s arms from around her throat. That had no effect and as Elaine grabbed a handful of hair to secure the hold even tighter, she knew the teenager was in severe trouble now. Paris gave up trying to release the sleeper hold; she knew she’d probably have to submit if Elaine kept it on so instead, she elected to cause Elaine some pain, using her nails to scratch at Elaine’s thighs and shred her tights.

‘You dirty little tart!’ Elaine chastised her, bringing her heels back in to give Paris a little tap in the crotch with then before she cinched down on the sleeper hold even more and gave Paris little option other than to submit with a frantic tap of the mat. Elaine released her, rolling her off to the mat as she left the ring to marl up the submission on the board. Paris, down on the mat, force herself to a seated position and elected to remove her own blouse now as the garment was fully ripped open. Then, as Elaine returned to the action, Paris threw the blouse at her head, providing a distraction as Elaine swatted the flying garment away, and Paris lunged to catch her with a headbutt to the stomach. The stunned Elaine and Paris simply stood up, grabbed a double handful of hair and fell back to the mat, forcing a screaming Elaine to follow her down with that hair grip and straight into a tight body head scissor. The hair grip endured Elaine’s face was very tightly pressed into Paris’s crotch now while the teen’s strong thighs were wrapped securely around her head, squeezing hard immediately.

Now Elaine went to work on Paris’s thighs, soon ripping ladders in her opaque black tights as she scratched at her. Paris held firm, her legs extracting a toll on Elaine as she regripped her hair, getting deep into Elaine’s roots following a slap to the back of her head, and she started to rip hard at her former teacher. ‘Aaaaggggh! You little cow!’ Elaine screeched as she felt the burning pain in her scalp courtesy of Paris who simply suggested ‘just submit Mrs Smith’ to the pained teacher before pulling her face ever tighter in to the crotch smother. I had to admit Paris had been impressive so far; when she got chance to, she showed she knew how to hurt an opponent pretty well and Mrs Smith wasn’t receiving any mercy from her whenever a chance to attack arose. Elaine’s hand hovered away from Paris’s thigh for a moment, looking like she might tap, but instead she unleashed a barrage of slaps at the teen’s thighs, looking to break the head scissors once more. Paris resisted that, holding out as she felt Elaine’s nails start to tear the fabric of her tights ever more as the blonde’s desperation increased. Paris kept tearing at the hair though, troubling Elaine as she did so before she grabbed the back of Elaine’s mint green blouse, pulling it up her back. Paris gleefully dragged her nails across Elaine’s upper back now that the skin was exposed, drawing another muffled shriek before the combined holds took their toll. ‘Oww! Oww! Fuck it; I submit!’ Elaine cried out, equalising the score at 2-2 now and allowing Paris to leave the ring to mark up her latest score.

‘Twenty seconds ladies’ Debbie told both as the action restarted again, breast to breast in the centre of the ring and the two women now attempted to push the other around the ring, this time just using their breasts as weapons until the round ended and both returned to their corners with scores level for an agreed five minute break. A quick inventory of clothing showed Elaine with torn tights, a blouse completely ripped open and pulled up, but with everything else intact. It was much the same for Paris across the ring, her opaque black tights perhaps showing the effects of Elaine’s work a little more clearly while she was without her blouse having thrown it at Elaine.

The five-minute mid-fight interval gave both myself and Emma chance to offer some guidance and instruction to our charges following the frantic action so far in the first round.

‘Don’t forget body punching is allowed now’ I told Elaine, sure that Emma was telling Paris just the same. ‘So, watch for it, but also test her out with it if you can.’ I suggested.

‘Oh, I intend to’ Elaine told me ‘I actually like Paris’ she laughed as she continued ‘she’s a nice kid, but we’re here to fight today!’

‘Well watch for her clawing and scratching moves too’ I offered ‘she seems pretty effective at those I’d say, and she’s keen to go to them quickly.’

‘Tell me about it Steve’ Elaine laughed ‘she’s pretty good at it too’ she added ‘just in case you were wondering!’

Over in the opposite corner, I could hear Emma advising Paris to watch out for Elaine’s body punching and to keep up the catty stuff whenever she got chance ‘because Elaine doesn’t seem to like that too much.’

‘I know’ Paris smiled in reply ‘bitch has done a number on my tights though look!’ she told Emma showing her the ladders where Elaine had torn into them. ‘Bloody things are slippery as well; I can’t grip properly with them in my scissor holds’ she moaned.

‘Take them off then Paris’ Emma said ‘nobody is going to complain if you take off your own clothing’ damn sure Elaine will be trying to take your clothes off anyway’ she added.

Paris evidently thought that was a good idea as when Debbie called both women back to the mats for the second and final round, she quickly peeled them off returning to the ring bare legged to continue the fight. ‘Remember, body punching is legal now ladies’ Debbie cautioned both women before calling ‘fight!’ to get proceedings back underway now. Once more, both women started the fall by standing breast to breast in the centre of the ring, locking both hands in to the other woman’s hair, and starting a fierce hair tug of war to see who could take it. Paris had a little height advantage and saw her able to bear down on Elaine a little more, forcing her head down momentarily and making her pay with a knee to the body before Elaine pressed in tightly to her, snarling in pain from the hair pull as she used her extra strength well, pushing Paris back. The younger woman showed good ring awareness as she felt the ropes at her back, turning to the side and trying to trap Elaine there against them. Elaine simply moved with it though, rolling Paris right back against the ropes before she broke the hair pull to deliver the fight’s first body punch. That slowed up Paris for just a moment, Elaine taking that chance to quickly grab the front of Paris’s black lace bra. Elaine used that to pull Paris forward now, doubling her up at the waist with a knee of her own before a knee lift to the breasts knocked the redhead to the mat, close to the centre of the ring.

Grabbing the top rope, Elaine used it for leverage now as she quickly delivered a foot choke to Paris on the mat before the teenager batted her foot away. Elaine stayed in control though, a cruel knee drop to the body catching Paris and winding her as the teacher looked to beat down her former pupil early in the round. In to Paris’s long red hair, Elaine dragged her to her knees now, quickly draping her throat across the middle rope and leaning her voluptuous body into Paris to give her a taste of a rope choke that had the teen in trouble early in round two. ‘You want to give up young lady?’ Elaine asked her sternly, receiving a somewhat gasped negative reply but a secure handful of hair meant that Paris was going nowhere it seemed as Elaine continued the choke. Elaine’s foot was positioned in between Paris’s legs though and somewhat in desperation, Paris was able to grab Elaine’s left ankle, tipping her untidily to the mat.

Still, Elaine was quickly back to her feet, catching Paris as she turned off the ropes with a slap to the face before using her red hair to pull her into a side headlock, keeping the hair hold in place for a moment to ensure control. Elaine thrust her hip into Paris’s side now to flip her to the mat, maintaining the headlock as she did so. Flat on her back, Paris instinctively crossed her legs as her plaid skirt rode up to reveal her white lace panties, not looking to protect her modesty, but wisely looking to protect against a crotch attack. She needn’t have worried about that though as Elaine instead used the headlock to control Paris’s head before planting her E cup breasts squarely in her face to smother the teenage. Realising her mistake, Paris quickly planted her feet in the mat looking to bridge and roll Elaine off her, but Elaine rode that well, her smother staying firmly in place to punish and weaken Paris. Again, Paris bucked wildly, looking to dislodge Elaine from on top of her, but to no avail as Elaine stayed firmly in place, her breasts doing an excellent job of smothering Paris who now, over three minutes into the second round, was in plenty of trouble.

‘Submit you little tart!’ Elaine demanded a little playfully of her former pupil who responded with another attempted her bridge, and this time Elaine took advantage of the body punching rule, her fist finding a target in Paris’s stomach. The punch worked well with the smother in place as well, driving the air from Paris’s lungs, and now the teenager’s muffled breathing sounded increasingly strained by the tight smother hold. Elaine knew she had her now, keeping her body well in place across the face of the struggling redhead who squirmed beneath Elaine before her former teacher took a stomach claw hold. Paris immediately let out a shriek of pain now as she felt Elaine’s nails working on her stomach testing her for a weakness. Still, the redhead hung in there bravely as Debbie checked in for a submission; none was forthcoming but Elaine knew she was weakening her teenage opponent further for every moment she spent in the smother. A flat handed slap to the stomach from Elaine was quickly converted to another claw hold, nails sunk into Paris’s belly and now the teenager’s shriek of pain increased in its intensity.

It looked pretty clear that a submission was coming now, around the mid part of the second round, Paris having been trapped for a couple of minutes now and eventually the embattled redhead was forced to give, frantically tapping the mat as she admitted her submission. It was a confident looking Elaine who stepped out of the ring to the chalkboard to update the score, meanwhile, Paris stayed down on the mat, hungrily sucking in air to try and replenish her supplies before she struggled to her knees as Elaine came back into the ring. Paris had fight in her though, you had to give her that as she surprised Elaine with a right hand to the pit of the stomach as the blonde school teacher grabbed her hair. That stopped Elaine for a moment, even before Paris struck again with a second right hand to the body that doubled her up. Now Paris looked to get to her feet, but Elaine, showing her additional experience perhaps, was able to quickly tie the younger woman up in a front headlock. Paris groaned as she found herself trapped once more, but she was looking to fight back still, clawing at Elaine’s ass as she dropped back to her knees. Elaine ratcheted up the pressure though, getting up on her tip-toes to really ramp up the pressure on Paris whose hands went now to Elaine’s arms looking to pry them from around her neck. The choking headlock was pretty effective for Elaine, another suffocating move applied on Paris so soon after the smother hold, wearing the young redhead down.

Paris was struggling as she felt Elaine’s nails dragging painfully up her back for a moment, drawing a cry of pain from the young redhead. Instantly she was in more trouble too as, maintaining the front headlock, Elaine fell back pulling Paris to the mat on her knees and trapping her between her thighs in a tight body scissor. As Elaine brought her thighs to bear on Paris, the young redhead let out a loud shout of pain before she grabbed for a target, her right hand grabbing hold of and squeezing Elaine’s left breast. ‘You little bitch!’ Elaine moaned as she felt her ex-pupil’s fingers kneading her breast, but she was still well in control, clamping down even harder on the scissor hold as she forced another sharp cry of pain from Paris. ‘Submit?’ Elaine asked simply, perhaps sensing Paris’s desperation through their close body contact.

‘No!’ Paris told her, sounding confident before she screamed in pain as Elaine tensed her thighs with great enthusiasm around the teenager’s lithe body. ‘Go on’ Elaine teased her now ‘give up!’ before she let out a bit of a moan herself at Paris’s continued breast mauling attacks. The teenager was silent now, fighting the urge to submit hard, but it took just one more strong flex of the legs from Elaine to finally squeeze the submission from Paris now as she cried out ‘Owww! Fuck yes, I submit!!’

Elaine released the scissors, patting Paris a little condescendingly on the head before she left the ring once more to mark up the score as 4-2 on the chalkboard. Feeling supremely confident now, with three minutes to go in the bout. Elaine removed her own mint green blouse now before asking Paris if she ‘wanted to fight topless, like real women do?’

‘Sure’ Paris said, still down on the mat ‘I know my titties turn you on Mrs Smith, so why not?’, and kneeling on the mat, Paris unclasped the back of her bra, throwing it from the ring in Emma’s direction. Elaine reciprocated before coming back into the ring, and the two women started the 7^th fall of the match as they had started the first, their breasts, albeit naked now, crushed together, hands in each other’s hair. Immediately the snarling and moaning began as both fought for supremacy, trying to ignore the burning pain each felt in their scalp. It seemed following 30 seconds or so of intense battle that Elaine, breaking one hand free of Paris’s hair to maul her right breast, was getting the better of it. She backed Paris to the corner only to be surprised as the teenager deftly reversed position with her, pushing Elaine’s back to the ring post before driving a knee lift into her belly. Elaine felt that one and she sagged in pain against the corner post as Paris looked to capitalise, quickly repeating the move in to her breasts now to immediately put Elaine in some trouble.

Looking to go on the defensive, Elaine tried to clinch with Paris, knowing that time was in her favour now. Paris realised it too though and she shrugged off Elaine’s arms, measuring her for a right hand, whipped hard in to her belly. Now Paris used an Irish whip to end Elaine hard into the opposite corner; she followed up quickly, a running splash against the corner post that took the wind out of her former teacher. A slap to the face followed, a little dismissive from Paris as it stung rather than hurt Elaine, but it kept her off balance as Paris continued the late attack with a well delivered monkey flip out of the corner. Elaine got a brief view of the garage lights as she wheeled through the air courtesy of her former pupil, and she landed hard in the centre of the ring, quickly followed down by Paris with a crushing full body splash. Time was running short, and Paris sensed it. She also had the perfect move to capitalise on the splash having driven the air from Elaine’s body, moving seamlessly into a reverse face sit. Showing herself to be a quick learner, Paris used a handful of hair to make sure Elaine was well trapped and then she immediately released the hair, going to a two-handed maul of Elaine’s right breast.

It was clear that Elaine was well trapped and in serious trouble as she bridged now, perhaps hoping that she might dislodge Paris. That wasn’t to be though, Paris remaining seated heavily on her face, and Elaine was moved closer to submission as Paris maintained the smothering pressure on her former teacher. The teenage catfighter now redoubled her efforts with the breast maul, drawing a muffled shriek of pain from Elaine who was quickly tapping furiously at the mat in submission. Paris rose a little wearily from on top of Elaine, adjusting her plaid skirt as she headed for the chalkboard to mark the score as 4-3. Unfortunately for her though, Debbie called time on the action at that point as the time limit for the round had expired with Elaine getting back to her feet as she massaged her sore right breast. I had to admit that I wasn’t entirely sure which way another fall might have gone in the all action battle. But that was perhaps a debate to be settled another day as Elaine and Paris embraced at the centre of the mats. ‘I nearly had you Mrs Smith’ Paris smiled as Elaine couldn’t help but agree ‘yes you did Paris; nearly but not quite…’

‘Maybe another time?’ Paris asked, checking if Elaine might be open to a rematch.

‘Definitely another time’ Elaine agreed ‘but if you want my advice, stick around with Emma too, she can teach you plenty more and I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.’

‘Not at all’ Emma agreed, readily offering to help Paris out some more as a bit of an unofficial coach, so the prospect of any rematch threatened to pit me against Emma as seconds once again.