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Introducing the
Goddess
By Wolfboy
A trip to an
underground fight club to check out a new fighter
Before any of my fighters were due to be back in action,
Lady Amelia had asked Emma and I to cast an eye over a potential new fighter for
the Smythe organisation. A trip to an underground fight club had been in order
to catch a glimpse of the fighter in question in action. The setting was a
nightclub style room, but with a large fight area at the centre of it, perhaps
where a dancefloor would have been in a more conventional night club. Hidden
behind a simple door, the club itself was nicely set up, the patrons all well
dressed for a night out enjoying the fights. The evening’s entertainment
included three matches, starting with a fight between two lightweight men that
ended in a pretty quick and very decisive knockout victory. That was followed by
an intriguing mixed battle where the male fighter gave up 15 lbs to the bigger
female fighter. Both fighting nude but in luchador masks, each had their time on
top in a twenty minute battle which finally ended when the female fighter
wrapped her thighs around her opponent’s head in a figure four head scissor to
claim the win.
‘Interesting stuff’ Emma had commented at the end of that
match. ‘I could maybe go in for something like that I think….’
The real purpose of our visit, as interesting as Emma had
found the mixed fight to be, was the evening’s main event. More specifically,
one of the contestants in the match, Staci Goulding, who had been making
something of a name for herself. 25 years old, and a flawlessly perfect looking
young woman, Staci had earned the nickname ‘The Goddess’ and she was determined
to live up to that image at all times. She also preferred catchweight fighting
despite her relatively slight stature, happy to take on bigger women, so far
with great success. Tonight’s match looked to be her biggest challenge to date
as she would take on a travelling Spanish fighter, Serena Gomera, in a no time
limit anything goes match to the best of 5 submissions. Serena was an
experienced and powerful fighter, well versed in the arts of submission
catfighting. She was sure to give Staci a real challenge, something Emma and I
relished as the house lights dimmed once more, signifying that the fighters were
about to appear.
First to enter the room was the Spaniard Serena. A black
satin bomber jacket covered her upper body as barefoot, she found her corner on
the slightly sunken mats at the centre of the room. She looked confident,
evidently familiar with fighting in front of a crowd as she paced calmly,
waiting for the appearance of her opponent. A couple of wolf whistles from the
largely male crowd indicated the arrival of Staci in the room. Looking every
inch the model, ‘The Goddess’ strutted to the mats, a tiny black cocktail dress
and four inch high heels her attire as she stood just off the mats now, taking
in the enthusiastic welcome of the crowd.
The evening’s compere took to the centre of the mats,
this time accompanied by a strict looking woman, dressed in black tights, black
mini skirt and a black and white striped halter top, who was evidently going to
be the referee for the match. ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, our final contest of the
evening for your enjoyment is an international challenge match. It will be
fought under slightly modified club rules. As usual there is no time limit,
there are no holds barred and it is the best of 5 submissions with a 2 minute
break between falls. Both fighters have requested there should be no total
submission of the match, and the usual two minute face sit submission rule is
not in force. A fall can only be won by a verbal submission or a 20 second
knockout.’ That announcement sent a bit of a stir around the room as the crowd
anticipated how the revised rules would play out during the fight. The announcer
continued on ‘our first fighter hails from Bilbao in Spain, on my left is Serena
Gomera. Serena is 5 feet 7 inches tall weighing 155 lbs and measures 38C-25-39’
The Spaniard stepped towards the centre of the mats to acknowledge the crowd as
she took off her black jacket. She wore a red monokini, slightly cut out at the
sides with a yellow stripe up the centre. Her curly brunette hair hid the halter
neck fastening of the suit and as she turned back to her corner, the thong back
of the monokini showed off her ass. ‘Serena has a record of 17 wins from 17
contests’ the announcer continued ‘winning 4 of those matches by total
submission and she has forced 54 submissions in total, conceding 9 and losing 1
knockout. Ladies and Gentlemen, Serena.’
‘And now, her opponent on my right, from Worcester,
England is The Goddess, Staci Goulding. Staci is 5 feet 5 inches tall weighing
127lbs and measures 34C-23-36’ Now Staci walked to the centre of the mat, having
already taken off her high heels, shimmying her way out of the black dress as
she took the crowds applause. She was topless, her pert breasts proud, nipples
erect as she anticipated the contest with the tough Spaniard. Wearing just a
black spandex thong trimmed with gold piping, she truly lived up to her
nickname. Her long, silky, black hair hung straight to the middle of her back.
She was slim, but toned and clearly a fit woman, but giving up almost 30 lbs was
surely going to test her. The announcer continued ‘Staci has 15 wins from 15
fights, winning 2 inside the distance by total submission. She has forced 39
submissions and conceded 1 submission and 2 knockouts. Ladies and Gentlemen,
Staci.’
Now the referee called both women to the centre of the
mats for final instructions. They shook hands then stood eyeballing each other
as the referee issued her brief instructions, then at the sound of the bell,
round one was underway. Now it was quickly evident that one thing Staci did have
on her side in this fight was speed, her fast hands immediately rocking the
Spaniard as cracked two slaps off her cheeks and then sunk a right hook into her
body. Serena took that though, replying in kind as a slap stung Staci’s face and
she looked to control the goddess, using her long silky hair to pull her into a
side headlock. Staci reversed out of that quickly into a back hammer before
delivering a headbutt between Serena’s shoulder blades which sent her staggering
forward. Holding her ground, Staci lashed out a kick, her foot catching Serena
in the side, sending the Spanish fighter to the mat. Staci was composed in the
early going, content to let the Spaniard rise before she went after her again
with a slap to the face and a quick knee strike to the body. That troubled
Serena again but as Staci looked to capitalise, she blocked a right hand to the
jaw and sunk her knee deep into Staci’s belly, doubling her up as knee cap
impacted hard on belly button. A knee lift to the chest now straightened Staci
back up and a short clothesline from the powerful Spanish woman put the goddess
flat on her back in the centre of the mats.
The Spanish fighter gestured with a little disdain at the
dark-haired beauty on the mats before stepping in to start working her over.
Dropping to her knees, Serena delivered a double fisted blow to Staci’s toned,
flat stomach. Staci’s abs absorbed that blow, but a back elbow to the chin was
harder to take and with a glassy look appearing in Staci’s eyes, Serena
continued one the attack. A rough double handful of hair forcing Staci to
scramble to get her feet under her as the crowd looked on a little anxious that
their favourite was on the receiving end early on. A waist lock into a pussy
pounding atomic drop did little to ease the crowd’s fears, Staci letting out a
moan of pain as her skimpy black thong offered her no protection from Serena’s
kneecap. As Staci stood, motionless as she recovered from the atomic drop,
Serena backed up a step before showing great agility to bowl the black-haired
English woman to the mat with a standing drop kick. Once again, Serena seemed to
question Staci’s ability as she stalked her across the mat, a knee to the ribs,
then a flat-footed blow to the shoulder all serving to keep Staci down on the
mat.
Already the lightly tanned skin of the goddess was
reddening where Serena’s knee had caught her in the ribs and it seemed to serve
as a target for the Spaniard. A kick landed now in the ribs, and then as Staci
reached all fours once more, Serena dropped to her knees, driving a right hand
hard to the same spot. Staci rolled to the mat, clutching at her side and
already looking to be in some trouble at the very start of this best of 5
submissions match. Serena sensed it too, going back to the hair to bring her to
her feet before a hand between the thighs saw Staci lifted with ease for an
authoritative body slam. Staci’s hips lifted from the unforgiving mats as her
back arched, trying to ease the pain before Serena brought her heel down hard on
Staci’s stomach, crushing the air from her body. Now Serena went to the hair
again, bringing Staci to a seated position before delivering a nasty eye rake to
ensure that the goddess remained off balance. A knee between the breasts, unseen
by Staci but definitely felt as she rubbed at her eyes, sent her crashing to her
back again and now Serena dropped down on top of her, quickly encircling her
powerful legs around Staci as she rolled her with ease. Trapped between the
muscular thighs, Staci let out a cry of surprise as the Spaniard tensed her legs
for the first time, bringing her full power to bear on Staci’s slender body.
Then like a crocodile with its prey, Serena continued to roll Staci around the
mats, trapped between her thighs as she looked to punish the English woman into
an early submission. ‘Te rindes?’ she asked before repeating ‘do you give up?’
as she again rolled Staci onto her front.
‘No!’ came the surprisingly firm reply from the goddess.
Apparently, she was some way from submitting just yet.
‘Good, good’ her Spanish foe commented though, apparently
content that she could continue to work Staci over in the anaconda like grip of
her thighs. A howl of pain from Staci suggested that her predicament had
worsened too, something confirmed when Serena rolled to her back again now,
hands clasped firmly over Staci’s pert C cup breasts while her thumb nails dug
into both nipples. ‘Submit English whore!’ Serena demanded as she continued the
tit torture while her thighs threatened to cut the English woman in half. Still
Staci remained defiant simply replying ‘no’ as her face betrayed the pain she
was clearly feeling at this point. There was no let up from Serena, the muscles
in her legs tensed firm as iron as she now sunk her claws once more into Staci’s
tits, rolling her again now so that she was face down on the mats. A cry of pain
from Staci suggested that Serena’s tit mauling was just as effective in that
position before a change of tactic suggested that she thought the end of fall
one was perhaps in sight.
Sliding one arm around Staci’s throat and the other
across her nose and mouth, Serena applied a very effective choke and smother
combination that had the English woman in more trouble. Still the Spaniard’s
powerful thighs bore down on Staci’s body too, as she battled hard for a way out
of the hold. Nipping at Serena’s hand with her teeth earned her some brief
respite, forcing her to break off from the smother at least. Serena wrapped that
hand in Staci’s long black hair though instead, pulling her head to the side as
she continued to control the first fall, punishing the goddess with her brutal
scissor hold. Another flex of the thighs drew an anguished moan from Staci who
seemed to be fully trapped as she now cried out ‘I can’t breathe!’ her body
appearing to go a little limp as a result of Serena’s extended punishment.
‘Then submit whore!’ Serena commanded; again, Staci
replied firmly enough ‘no’, but she faded further and sensing the chance to win
round one by a knockout, Serena poured on the pressure, rag dolling Staci’s head
around while the choke / scissor seemingly took the fight clean out of her.
Finally sensing she had done enough, Serena announced proudly ‘count the bitch
out’ before releasing the hold. The strict looking referee agreed with her,
starting the count which had to reach 20 for the knockout to be scored. If Staci
made it as far as all fours, the count would be stopped. As the referee passed
ten in her count, methodically counting Staci out, there were the first signs of
movement, the jet haired goddess fighting hard to make it to her knees. Serena
waited patiently to strike if Staci did make it, adjusting the shoulder straps
of her one-piece suit slightly as she readied herself. She would have to as well
it seemed, Staci slowly but surely making it to her knees as the count hit 15
before the referee called it off.
Now the Spaniard dropped to her knees, viciously driving
her fist into Staci’s jaw and sending the goddess sprawling back to the mat
before standing off once more. It was evidently a change of tactic from Serena,
perhaps unsure she could force the submission so she was hunting the knockout.
Again, the referee slowly tolled off her count, again reaching 15 before Staci
made it to all fours stopping another count. Serena went to the hair now,
looking to quickly draw Staci upright and deliver a power move, but the goddess
struck back now surprising the powerful Spaniard with a head butt to the crotch,
that may have slowed Serena up, but Staci struck again almost instantly, with a
harsh uppercut, again to the crotch sending Serena crashing to the mat on her
back, clutching her pussy. Staci took a moment now, gathering herself from the
punishing start to the bout before she looked to go on the attack. The jet
haired English woman was focussed too, concentrating her assault again on
Serena’s pussy as she spread the Spaniard before delivering a pussy stomp, the
heel of her foot grinding on Serena’s womanhood as she cried out in pain.
There was no little surprise on Serena’s face either,
suddenly taking some punishment when she had felt in complete control only a few
moments ago. Staci was no slouch in the attacking side of catfighting either, a
stiff jab delivered to Serena’s face as she dragged her upright, that stiffened
the brunette’s legs for a moment; Staci continued the attack with a waist lock
and pussy pounding atomic drop of her own. Again, Serena dropped to the mat, a
low moan of pain escaping her lips as Staci stood, poised to attack once more.
Now the goddess trapped a kneeling Serena in a front headlock, drove her toes
hard into the Spanish fighters’ belly, testing her washboard like abs, before
falling back, driving Serena’s forehead into the mats. The mats were padded
enough, but Staci was definitely on top with Serena stunned and still trapped in
the front headlock. Staci cranked her arms around Serena’s neck now, sinking the
hold in to become more of a choke hold while she worked her own legs tightly
around Serena’s body, looking to repay the Spaniard for her crushing scissor
hold.
Now the Spanish fighter moaned with pain, frustrated by
her inability to force a submission from Staci and now troubled by the
surprising strength of the English woman’s legs. The goddess re-crossed her
legs, bringing them to bear on Serena’s body before she surprised the Spanish
woman. Turning the front headlock loose, she snapped a short right hand into
Serena’s jaw, struck with a fast chop to the throat, and as Serena was stunned,
Staci used her legs to roll her onto her back. In an instant, Staci had her flat
on her back, in a pinning position with her own crotch planted firmly on
Serena’s face. Split legged a little, Staci ensured that Serena would have to
carry her full weight on her face. Then pushing Serena’s hands to the mat above
her head, she simply settled in, waiting for the submission to come. And that
was it for fall one really, Staci had been on the receiving end for much of it,
but having turned the tables, she now had control. Riding Serena’s face as she
rode the Spaniard’s attempts to dislodge her, Staci looked imperious only
releasing one of Serena’s hands when she sensed she was about to submit to allow
her to tap the mat before Staci eased her perfect butt up slightly to hear
Serena cry out ‘I submit!’
First fall in the bag for Staci as she returned to her
corner to take the two minute break, adjusting her black and gold thong as she
did so. Serena was quick to return to her corner too, looking a little
disconsolate as she did, perhaps bothered by her failure to force Staci to tap
while she was dominating fall one. As the break passed, Emma and I compared our
notes, both of us reaching the same conclusion that Staci probably couldn’t
continue to rely on fighting out from beneath the strong Spanish fighter. The
second round started out though with Staci almost immediately on the backfoot as
Serena caught her with a straight jab to the mouth.
As Staci rubbed her mouth, Serena switched downstairs
with a hook to the body which landed on the waistband of Staci’s thong. The put
the dark-haired goddess straight onto the backfoot at the start of round two.
Looking to give ground to buy time, Staci backed up, trying to clear her senses.
Serena had the sense to pressure her though, stalking Staci around the matted
area, flicking stiff jabs to her face and breasts which served to keep Staci off
balance. A stumble as she caught the edge of the sunken mats knocked Staci
further off balance before Serena bent her knees, digging a right hand deep into
the English woman’s ribs. Staci dropped to a knee momentarily, Serena taking the
chance to monkey flip her back to the centre of the mats where the goddess
landed flat on her back. Spreadeagled, stunned and a little winded, Staci
defended instinctively though against Serena’s big body splash, two raised knees
providing the Spaniard with an uncomfortable landing. Serena rolled to the side
clutching her stomach, moaning as she was winded by Staci; the English fighter
herself a little slow to recover as well as the predominantly home crowd stirred
to offer her a little encouragement.
Staci went to Serena’s mop of brunette curls now, using
it to bring the powerful Spaniard to her feet. A body slam might have followed
only for Serena to block that, and trapped in something of a compromised
position, Staci had no defence as Serena clubbed her with a hard forearm across
the shoulders. Again, she was dropped to her knees; this time, Serena backed up
a little before a kick with the flat of the foot to the side of the face bowled
a stunned Staci to the mat on her side. Serena followed up with a flying elbow
drop, cruelly driving the point of her elbow into Staci’s side now, and as she
pulled the ailing goddess back to her feet by the hair, it was clearly advantage
to the Spaniard. A chopping right hand to the jaw kept Staci off her game before
a cruel knee lift to the body again put her on her back, flat on the mats.
This time Serena took no risk, spreading Staci’s’ legs
before going with a cruel heel stomp to the pit of the stomach. Staci moaned but
got nothing in the way of respite as Serena now crossed her legs in a Texas
cloverleaf leg lock, quickly flipping Staci on to her stomach as she was able to
apply the pressure. There were no rope breaks to be had here for Staci, this was
a painfully well applied hold which there seemed to be little escape from as
Serena sat further up her back to increase the pressure more. The goddess
screamed out in pain, but refused any thought of submission. Serena was content
to grind this submission out it seemed though, sitting back deeper in the hold
as once again Staci was forced to soak up the punishment. The goddess cried out
in pain once more, refusing to submit as Serena simply continued to test her
resilience. Tiring of the hold now though, Serena turned Staci loose, letting
her legs fall to the mat with a thud before she went to he silky long hair,
using it to unceremoniously drag her to her feet.
Serena had plans to punish Staci further now, a right
uppercut to the breasts followed by a snap left to the jaw to send Staci reeling
close to the edge of the sunken matted area. The Spaniard saw no reason to keep
the match confined to the mats either now, dragging Staci up the two foot step
out of the padded area. Now on the harder floor, she had the chance to do some
real damage she fancied, sliding a hand between Staci’s legs as she looked to
lift her for a slam. Staci, alive to her foe’s plan defended perfectly, allowing
herself to be lifted, but then quickly shifting her weight to unbalance Serena
who fell back with Staci landing hard on top of her. Staci recovered quickly
now, getting to her feet before delivering a double ‘cannonball’ knee drop to
the Spaniard’s body to leave her gagging for breath on the edge of the sunken
area. Staci smiled at the crowd now at close quarters before dragging the
Spanish woman on her knees back to the edge of the sunken fight area. There, she
forced her to her feet with a hand wrapped around her throat before quickly she
switched moves, using a bulldog headlock to bring Serena back to the mats hard.
The impact dazed Serena, her head driven into the padded area from the extra
height, and the goddess had control once more in the second fall.
She wasn’t about to waste that position either. With
Serena face down on the mat, Staci worked her right arm in around the throat of
the Spanish woman, wrapping her left hand tightly in the brunette’s curls to
complete a tight sleeper hold. Then using that hold, she rolled Serena to her
back, wrapping her slender but evidently powerful legs around her in a crushing
body scissor. A powerful combination, effective immediately as Serena’s hands
pawed at Staci’s arms hoping to force a way clear of the hold. Staci ground her
heels into the Spaniards pussy now, drawing a moan from her as she started to
fade rapidly in the tightly applied sleeper. Turning Serena more to her side
now, Staci was able to get more leverage for the scissor hold too and as the
Spaniard cried out in pain, the referee started to take a closer interest in her
plight. Staci was quite content to maintain her holds, confident that she would
grind Serena down soon enough with them. Slamming her heels back hard into
Serena’s pussy now, Staci asked her ‘submit?’ before adding ‘or go out bitch!’
Serena had looked to fight it, but she was trapped. She knew it and she also
knew that to take the knockout here would leave her in a weakened state for the
rest of the fight. Reluctantly, she admitted that she submitted, giving Staci
the second fall as well as the English fighter proved again her ability to soak
up punishment before striking back when the chance presented itself.
Staci strutted back to her corner now at the end of the
fall, looking increasingly confident in her performance. She only required once
more submission from three falls to win the fight, and she wore the expression
of a woman who intended to deal with things quicker than that. Serena had also
hauled herself from the mat now, heading back to her corner, surprisingly
peeling off her red and yellow swimsuit as she did so. Back in her corner she
instead slipped on a pair of red and yellow hotpants, electing to join Staci in
fighting topless now. Her olive skinned body was a perfect picture of power;
thighs that looked like they would crush watermelons, powerful arms, washboard
abs all topped off with pert C cup breasts. It looked the perfect body for a
fighter, yet she was losing to her opponent with the slender models’ body.
Spotting that Serena had stripped off to fight topless now, Staci smiled to
herself in the corner now. It was surely a desperate move from the Spaniard, but
if it was designed to surprise her, it wasn’t going to be all that effective.
As the referee called for the start of round three now,
Staci stepped back onto the mats, looking confident as she locked up immediately
with Serena, shooting a knee into her stomach before using the hair to throw her
across the mats. Staci didn’t follow up though, staying in the centre of the
mats and beckoning Serena back in. The two locked up again now, forehead to
forehead, breast to breast with hands wrapped in the other’s hair as they looked
to impose their will on the other. It was a confrontation that favoured the
taller, stronger Spaniard as Serena started to force Staci back across the mats
only to find herself switched cleverly just as they reached the edge of the
mats. Staci timed her effort well, pushing Serena into the small step at the
edge of the mats. Serena dropped to a seated position on the step as Staci stung
her with a slap across the breasts before backing up again to the centre of the
mats. The Spaniard rose again, perhaps a little weary looking as she came back
together once more with Staci who feinted to lock up before dropping to her
knees to deliver a straight punch to Serena’s crotch. The look of surprise on
her face was quickly followed by a dazed one as Staci rose with an uppercut to
the jaw that put Serena flat on her back, arms and legs spread-eagled on the
centre of the mats.
‘Count her please ref’ Staci politely asked, perhaps not
expecting the win but still determined to force Serena to beat the count as she
stood back. Indeed, the ref had only reached 12 before Serena was briefly back
to all fours before a well placed knee to the body bowled her to the mat. Again,
Staci stood off, allowing the count to start before stepping in with another
knee as Serena stirred. Serena tried to suck in air as she gasped in pain on the
mat; Staci took her time though, feeling that she had the fight in the bag now.
As Serena reached all fours again, Staci trapped her in a standing head scissor,
head trapped firmly between her thighs before she jumped in the air, allowing
the shock waves of her own impact with the mat to stun Serena. Liking that move,
she repeated it a second time then with the head scissor still firmly applied,
she folded Serena’s arms high up her back in a double hammer lock before falling
to her side to go to the mat with her opponent.
‘Give it up bitch, I’ve got you’ she told the ailing
Spaniard as she now controlled both strong arms in the hammerlock with just one
of her own. A cry of pain came from Serena as Staci dug her finger nails into
sensitive breasts now, squeezing hard as she twisted to give the Spaniard a
first-hand experience of her expert catfight skills. The Spaniard howled,
gritting her teeth as she resisted Staci’s attacks, finally managing to work one
hand free of the hammerlock to try and prise Staci’s fingers from her breasts.
Staci was quick to respond, grabbing the thumb and using it to twist Serena’s
hand and arm back into the hammerlock once more. It looked that Staci was almost
totally dominant again as she slowly turned up the pressure on Serena with her
strong thighs slowly squeezing the fight out of her. The Spanish woman was a
fighter though, refusing to give in easily while she dug her heels into the mat
looking to find some kind of leverage. Staci wasn’t exactly about to make it
easy for her either, showing her control again as she reached around for some
more breast mauling. Again, the Spaniard moaned and cried out in pain, but once
more she demonstrated a stubborn streak, using the time to work an arm free.
This time she ignored the breast maul though, knowing she needed to escape from
the scissor hold. Serena grabbed for Staci’s toes twisting them and drawing a
shriek of pain from the goddess as she hurriedly turned Serena loose. Still in
control though, Staci went back to the hair, starting to force the tough
brunette back to her feet.
It was perhaps just a momentary
lapse of concentration from Staci, just looking out to the crowd to take in
their adulation for a moment, but she paid for it as Serena launched an uppercut
to the crotch that stunned the goddess.
Now
the Spanish fighter had to strike, a hand clawing at Staci’s face as she used an
eye rake to disorient her. Then a sharp knee lift, the point of her kneecap
sinking in deep at the waistband of Staci’s thong. Doubled over, Staci had no
defence to Serena slamming an elbow down hard between her shoulder blades,
putting her on her knees and quickly into a front choke hold, the Spaniard
putting her strong arms to good use as she quickly put Staci in trouble. She
wasn’t satisfied with the choke as a wear down hold though, quickly driving her
knee between Staci’s breasts twice, allowing her to fall to the mat on the
second impact. No respite for Staci though, Serena immediately grabbing her hair
to bring her roughly to her feet before almost lifting her off them with a stiff
uppercut to the jaw that rocked the goddess on to her heels. A kick to the
stomach folded her up, bowling Staci to the mat and the crowd shifted anxiously
in their seats, more than a little concerned that their favourite might be
forced into a rare loss of a fall.
Serena wasn’t about to let up either, spreading Staci’s
legs down on the mat before dropping to her knees to deliver a headbutt to the
pit of the stomach. Staci rolled to her side, clutching at her stomach and
trying to suck in air while Serena contemplated her next move. Grabbing both of
Staci’s breasts now, the Spanish fighter twisted hard before using the hold to
force Staci back to her feet. Both of Staci’s hands covered Serena’s, perhaps
looking to force the Spaniard’s probing fingers off her. It was an error though,
leaving the goddess open to a headbutt to the face that sent her crashing back
to the mat. Staci groaned, rubbing at her mouth which was now bloody from the
impact of her opponent’s forehead. She was in trouble now and Serena was on top
of her again, snatching her up from the mat with a handful of hair before
immediately lifting her and delivering a powerful body slam. Staci hit hard on
the lightly padded mats, an unforgiving impact that got worse as her hips rose
involuntarily, trying to ease the pain in her back only to meet her opponent’s
155lb frame as it crashed down on her in a full body splash.
If she wasn’t already, Staci was winded by the crushing
impact. Serena knew this was her chance as she shifted her position to trap
Staci in a reverse figure four head scissor. A yank on Staci’s black hair made
sure that her face was perfectly positioned, nose and mouth partly smothered by
Serena’s ass while her thighs trapped Staci in a powerful thigh prison. Reaching
back, Serena grabbed her own foot, pulling on it to increase the pressure as
Staci let out a muffled scream of pain. The English fighter was in trouble now
as Serena continued to pour on the power; she also grabbed the front of Staci’s
thong, pulling it hard into a wedgie. The goddess was a fighter at heart though
and despite the poor position she found herself in, she started to look for a
way out, first testing Serena’s legs as her hands locked on to them. That proved
futile; a grab for the Spaniard’s brunette curls earned her a hard fist to the
belly for her trouble, but Staci continued to look for another way out as she
let tried to get a crotch attack on the Spanish fighter. Success for Staci as
she immediately felt the scissor hold weaken a little and buoyed by that, she
upped her efforts with the claw, hands inside Serena’s tight red and yellow
hotpants as she drew cries of pain suddenly from the Spaniard.
Serena gritted her teeth against the attack, hoping the
snap her legs firmly shut again around Staci’s head but with the crotch claw
well applied she found it almost impossible. Staci saw that she was winning the
battle now, cruelly putting her nails to good use on her opponent’s womanhood,
and the sudden shrieks of anguish suggested Serena was at her breaking point.
Now Staci was able to pop her head free of the scissor hold and, in a flash, she
had Serena trapped face down between her own thighs in a body scissor of her
own. From her position beneath Serena, Staci lacked the real leverage to force a
submission, so she looked to roll the Spanish woman over, only for Serena to
scramble clear of the hold and find her way to her feet. Staci, slightly slower
to rise stopped the onrushing Serena with a straight punch to the stomach
though, followed it with one to the pussy and it was Serena who collapsed to the
mat in pain. The goddess got back to her feet now, confident that she had
perhaps weathered the storm.
She wasn’t about to let her Spanish foe regain her senses
quickly either as she picked her up from the mat, and showing a surprising
amount of power, she slammed Serena with ease. Now it was the brunette fighter
in pain on the mat before Staci spread her legs and dropped to her knees to
deliver a knee to the crotch drawing a shriek of pain from Serena. Staci got
back to her feet, immediately grabbing and spreading Serena’s legs; the Spaniard
tried in vain to cover her crotch preventing another attack. The goddess took a
brief look out to the approving crowd, then she slammed her heel low in to the
belly of the Spanish woman who rolled to her side, clutching her stomach and
groaning in pain. Staci had her now, she knew it, the crowd sensed it and she
was quick to make sure that Serena was aware of it as well, rolling her on to
her front to apply a single leg boston crab. That drew a moan of pain again from
Serena as Staci worked the hold, testing her flexibility she had more in mind
though for Serena as she slipped a hand inside her hot pants to apply a crotch
claw again. It was a potent combination hold, one I’d seen Emma claim more than
one submission with in the past, and Serena’s cried of pain were testament to
its effectiveness. ‘Now do you submit?’ Staci asked Serena, applying even more
pressure to the crab hold before Serena had chance to reply with a desperate
sounding ‘no!’ Serena was trapped and knew it, her only play here was to hold
out and hope that Staci switched holds giving her chance to counter. Instead the
tough Spanish woman felt Staci’s nails working her crotch over thoroughly,
drawing an anguished high-pitched shriek of pain.
‘Submit’ Staci flatly told Serena. ‘It’s over’ she added
for confirmation.
‘I……I……’ Serena stuttered, desperate to hold on before
the painful attack finally broke her resistance. ‘yes, yes, yes, I submit!’ she
cried out as the crowd burst into cheers to recognise the home favourite’s
victory.
A little while later, Emma and I were able to catch up
with Staci in her dressing room. ‘Congratulations on your win’ Emma told her
‘Lady Amelia Smythe sent me to see if you’d like a match up in her organisation.
See if you can get in the picture for a title shot maybe?’ Emma asked
‘I thought I recognised you’ Staci replied, a look of
recognition now spreading across her face. ‘I’d love to do that thank you’ Staci
agreed ‘but open weight only, I’m happy to take on bigger girls’
‘We saw that tonight’ Emma admitted ‘and you handled her
well’
‘Thank you’ Staci smiled ‘just let me know the details
and I’ll be there assuming I can make it. This is my number’ she told Emma
handing over a business card.
‘Perfect’ Emma replied ‘we’ll do just that.’ Pausing for
a second, she added ‘I might have a favour to ask too Staci if you don’t mind?
Do you think that you might be able to get me a match here some time, but one of
the mixed matches? Emma asked.
‘I’m sure I can’ Staci agreed ‘some of those boys play
rough’ she laughed ‘but I’m sure you can handle them. Look, you’ve got my
number. Let me know when you’ve got a gap in your schedule. They’re trying to
line me up a shot at the UK clubs championship some time, I’m sure they’d be
delighted to add a fighter like you to that card of matches if we can make it
work’ the goddess told Emma.
‘Thanks Staci’ Emma smiled ‘I’ll do just that, and I’ll
be in touch really soon with some dates for both mine and your matches’ she told
Staci as we left her dressing room to head for home, impressed with the young
woman we’d seen in action.
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