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The Goddess surveys a new empire

By Wolfboy

Staci fights in her first match for the Smythe’s

Following the two lightweight matches, the action had moved to the ring for the third contest of the evening. This was to be a catchweight challenge featuring ‘The Goddess’ Staci Goulding who, as was her preference, would be taking on a bigger woman in Savannah Marshall. The contest was agreed as a no time limit, one submission match where only a verbal submission using the words ‘I submit, you’re the better woman’ would be deemed as acceptable to either woman. The match was being held in the ring at Staci’s request; she had never fought in a ring on the club fight scene and knowing that many of the Smythe matches were held in the ring, she was keen to gain that experience as soon as possible. The one fall nature of the match presented risk too I felt; Staci could potentially find herself trapped by a bigger, stronger woman, and as tough as she was, there was still the possibility of being caught in a situation from which there was no way out for her. Knowing that defeat could effectively derail her Smythe career before it even got started, Staci was sure to be on her game from the start of the match I thought.

Savannah was first to enter the ring. The blonde, her hair cut in quite a short style, wore a long black t-shirt over her fighting outfit as she slipped between the ropes. She wore a pair of black fingerless leather gloves, her finger and toe nails painted a glossy black colour to match. She was a powerfully built woman, clearly going to have the edge in power over Staci, but The Goddess was a resourceful and clever woman in a fight. The crowd, freshly decanted from the fight room after the first two fights, now stirred anxiously, awaiting a first glimpse of the glamorous and tough woman that they had heard so much about. Staci kept them waiting for a few moments, and then another buzz of excitement ran through the crowd as they got their first look at Staci Goulding. Dressed more for a night out on the town rather than a fight, Staci walked confidently down the aisle towards the ring; she wore a short, tight fitting, black bodycon minidress over glossy footless tights, A pair of six inch high heels on her feet, she walked lightly, confidently, towards the ring. Her finger and toe nails were painted in a mixture of silver and black, glossy straight black hair hanging loosely to the middle of her back. Her makeup was simple but understated on enhancing her beauty, she kicked off her heels before rolling beneath the bottom rope into the ring, standing in her corner, confidently leaning on the turnbuckles as she eyed up Savannah.

‘Ladies and Gentlemen’ the ring announcer began ‘this is a non-title, exhibition catfight set for one submission with no time limit. There will be no biting or scratching the face, no attacks to the eyes and no fighting outside the ring. The winner must force the loser to submit by saying I submit, you’re the better woman. It is a catchweight fight between, introducing first, on my right, Savannah Marshall. Savannah is 27 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall and 156lbs with measurements of 36C-27-37 and a record of 15 wins and 3 losses.’ Savannah peeled off her long, black, t-shirt to reveal a fairly simple black swimsuit with an ‘S’ shaped black mesh insert running down the front as the announcer continued ‘on my left, making her Smythe debut, ‘The Goddess’ Staci Goulding. Staci is 26 years old, is 5 feet 5 inches tall, 127lbs and measures 34C-23-36 with a perfect record of 18 wins from 18 fights.’ The crowd applauded Staci as she took off her simple silver earrings, placing them carefully beneath the bottom turnbuckle in her corner before unzipping the back of her dress, almost shimmying out of the skin tight garment. As when I had seen her fight at the fight club against a tough Spaniard, Staci was topless, breasts proud and nipples erect as she wore a black spandex thong trimmed on this occasion with silver piping.

As the crowd strained in their seats, trying to get a good look at the glamorous Goddess, the referee called for both women to fight, and it was clear in the early stages of the match that Staci was all business. Focussed by the one submission rule, the glamorous fighter was light on her feet, skipping into range to quickly crack two slaps off Savannah’s face, before dancing back out of range before the bigger blonde could reply. Again, Staci warmed Savannah’s face with a slap, the crack of hand on face filling the room; Savannah looked to strike back with a kick to the thigh, but Staci moved into it, taking the impact before Savannah had fully extended her leg before she brushed the kick off and delivered a front kick to the blonde’s stomach. Savannah was sent reeling back to the ropes, Staci in hot pursuit and she unloaded with fast punches to the body and slaps to the head that had the bigger woman reeling in the early going. Desperate to stop the early onslaught, Savannah used her strength now to tie Staci up in a clinch, her arms fighting to control Staci’s as both women tested the other with knees to the body. Again, Staci was the quicker of the two, striking fast to the ribs with a couple of knees, but Savannah struck with more authority, a knee straight into the belly button slowing up The Goddess as she sagged a little into the arms of the blonde who still had her back to the ropes.

A more experienced ring fighter, Savannah looked to use that to her advantage as she quickly pulled Staci into a side headlock, pushing her forehead along the top rope. The burning sensation drew a squeal of pain from the glamorous raven-haired fighter who then found Savannah using that long hair to drive her face into the top turnbuckle. Staci felt that, and dazed a little, she offered no obvious resistance as Savannah spun her round so that her back was to the turnbuckles and stung her breasts with a sharp chop across them. Staci’s arm went across her chest, Savannah’s went across her throat, forearm pressed in for a simple choke as she used her weight advantage to press The Goddess into the turnbuckles. Staci’s hands went to Savannah’s arm, looking to prise it away from her throat, but quickly, she realised a change of tactic was in order, and she clenched her fist, driving it twice into Savannah’s belly to wind the bigger woman and force a break.

Savannah backed up to centre ring, shaking off the effect of the two punches as she invited The Goddess out of the corner. An invitation Staci was happy to take as she came to centre ring, quickly looking to lock up with Savannah.; she surprised the bigger blonde with her speed though, ducking under her arms and stinging her to the body with a slap. Getting behind Savannah then, she used the hair to quickly pull the blonde on to her knee, back first, in a nasty backbreaker that had Savannah moaning in pain on the mat. She continued to be in trouble as well as Staci delivered a snappy leg drop across her breasts before using the hair to pull her into a head scissors. One thing that Emma and I had noticed watching Staci fight before was that, although she appeared to be quite slightly built, she had more power behind her moves than might have been expected. Now Savannah experienced that first hand too, letting out a louder moan of pain as the raven-haired Goddess demonstrated her power, rolling Savannah so that the blonde was face down on the mats. Staci flexed her thighs, her perfect legs tightly wrapped around Savannah’s head as she pushed up on her hands to add an extra layer of power to the hold. Savannah screeched as she felt Staci’s long nails playing along her thighs, scratching them roughly as the newcomer took control of the match now.

The Goddess was pretty intent on keeping things that way too, slamming a fist into Savannah’s lower back before rolling her to her back and cruelly following up with a second punch, lower to the crotch, stopping any immediate thoughts of fight back from the blonde. Now Staci pushed up on her hands, using the motion to painfully crimp Savannah’s neck; the blonde cried out ‘Aaaaggggh!’ followed quickly by ‘choking me, bitch!’ as if that would somehow persuade Staci to stop. Instead, The Goddess smiled her megawatt smile and cruelly clamped her right hand over Savannah’s nose and mouth, adding a hand smother to the mix to immediately add to Savannah’s problems. The blonde’s feet kicked, pushed, at the mat, trying to bridge and squirm out of the difficult predicament. Staci rode her early attempts well, but as it seemed that Savannah might be fading, suddenly The Goddess let out a high-pitched shriek of pain; her blonde foe, at the point of desperation had sunk her teeth into Staci’s hand.

‘You dirty fucking slut!’ Staci screeched at Savannah as she rolled clear of her. Savannah smiled back at her, content that she had forced the glamourous newcomer into a change of plan. Both women got back to their feet, and almost immediately Staci rushed at Savannah taking her by surprise it seemed as she launched herself at the bigger blonde, landing in her arms as she grabbed at her hair and clawed at her face. The blonde shrieked in shock at the vicious tactic, but she recovered quickly, dropping to her knees as she drove The Goddess hard into the mat, immediately breaking her attack as she groaned, winded down on the mat. Now it was Savannah’s turn to take the initiative in the fight, a straight punch to the crotch of the grounded Goddess her first offering, repaying the raven-haired fighter for her earlier use of the same move.

Now Savannah went to that raven hair, using it to pull Staci to all fours before using a knee to the side of the face to drop The Goddess to the mat, looking a little dazed. She stalked Staci as she crawled slowly back to all fours, this time planting the knee in her side to drop her once more. Staci clutched at her side as she rolled on the mat but Savannah wasn’t looking to give her any let up, pulling her from the mat by the hair and lifting her to deliver a pussy pounding atomic drop to add to the pain The Goddess was feeling. Frozen in pain on the blonde’s knee, Staci was wide open to attack, an opportunity that Savannah didn’t refuse, slamming a gloved left hand deep into her belly. She doubled forward, still on Savannah’s knee as the blonde grabbed her hair, forcing her back to a more upright position before delivering a thrust to the throat. That sent Staci to the mat, gasping for air a little, as Savannah looked to continue her attack, her confidence growing that she could perhaps put her glamourous opponent away. She knew that Staci’s glamourous appearance gave no indication of her toughness though. With that in mind, Savannah upped the ante, lifting The Goddess as if to slam her only to instead drop her across her knee stomach first. If Staci was struggling to catch her breath before, this was a devastating move and she rolled across the mat, gasping and groaning loudly.

‘Come on bitch!’ Savannah taunted as she stood over Staci, ‘I thought you were tough?’ she continued before dropping down to pin the raven-haired Goddess to the mat. This was a situation where Savannah’s near 30lb weight advantage worked hugely in her favour and she knew it, content to pin Staci for a moment, bouncing her ass on her belly as she aimed an occasional slap to the breasts. Staci struggled beneath the bigger blonde, telling her to ‘get off me you fat cow!’; she couldn’t dislodge Savannah though who replied with a stinging slap to the face to stun The Goddess. The she moved her position quickly, Staci just about avoiding the attempted grapevine as she lifted her own legs into the air to avoid having Savannah’s capture them. The blonde held the best position though and wrapping one arm quickly behind Staci’s head, she then clamped her other hand over the nose and mouth of The Goddess in a hand smother. Carrying Savannah’s extra weight while trying to keep her legs out of her opponent’s grapevine grasp, Staci was in a difficult enough position. The hand over the mouth as Savannah’s body, pinning her breast to breast there on the mat, bore into her added to Staci’s problems and her eyes betrayed her concern. The crowd stirred as Staci let out a long, muffled, moan of pain; was the much-vaunted newcomer about to be beaten on her debut?

Staci wasn’t an easy woman to submit though, that much was definitely true. She did need to get out of the predicament she was currently in though, it didn’t matter how tough she was, no woman could take being smothered effectively for ever! ‘I can’t breathe’ she moaned from beneath Savannah who replied ‘good, then submit bitch!’ as she ground her body ever more into Staci’s. ‘No……. never’ Staci responded; she still had fight in her and she tested Savannah’s body now with a couple of right hands, one to the ribs and one the side of the blonde’s left breast. They didn’t carry that much power, but they helped The Goddess find her range with more force the second time around as she went to the ribs and breast again. Savannah shrugged it off though, a little grunt of discomfort her only reaction to the punches before she responded, lifting her body a little off Staci before dropping again to crush her to the mat, winded. Again, The Goddess moaned ‘I can’t breathe’ to no sympathy from Savannah who was now determined that she would put the raven-haired woman away with the hand smother.

‘Give it up bitch!’ Savannah demanded as Staci again sunk a more forceful right hand into the powerful blonde’s ribs. This time she followed it up with a nail-lead straight fingered thrust into the side of Savannah’s left breast, and as the blonde let out a surprised shriek, Staci hammered her ribs hard, twice more. The last blow saw Savannah break off the hand smother to try to protect her ribs from Staci’s damaging fists. The Goddess hungrily sucked in air now, filling her lungs while throwing enough punches to the body to make Savannah stay on the defensive. Now Staci moved up a gear, suddenly dropping her legs from where she had been holding them off the mat to keep out of Savannah’s grapevine. Timing and power were everything now, if she failed to dislodge Savannah, then doubtless the blonde would be able to trap her in the grapevine. The Goddess has surprising power on her evidently slight frame, but as she planted her feet firmly on to the mat, this was more about technique. She grabbed the back of Savannah’s black suit, pulling it into a bit of a wedgie as she bridged fiercely, using the collective moves to roll the surprised blonde off her. Now Savannah found herself suddenly on the receiving end as Staci lashed out with a foot to the pit of the stomach there on the mats. The blonde moaned in pain; The Goddess smiled and repeated the move, her foot hammering into Savannah’s body sending her rolling across the mat, and Staci was satisfied she had things back under her control.

Getting to her feet, Staci stalked her opponent now, catching up with Savannah as she got to all fours. Staci quickly straddled her back, sitting on her with her ankles crossed beneath her in a figure four body scissor. Then, bunching Savannah’s blonde hair in one of her hands, The Goddess rolled to her side, the hair hold guaranteeing that Savannah had no choice other than to follow her. Down on the mat, Staci’s legs cut into Savannah’s body causing the blonde to groan in pain as her hands immediately dropped to try and force Staci’s legs off her. A mistake it seemed as Staci took the chance to light up Savannah’s face with lightning fast stinging slaps; quickly the blonde was forced to defend against that. Her scissor hold still very firmly in place, Staci switched her attack, sliding a hand inside the top of Savannah’s swimsuit for a nipple attack, her nails drawing another shriek of pain from the bigger blonde. A flex of the long, slender legs of The Goddess did little to ease Savannah’s suffering too as the blonde moaned in pain and frustration at being trapped by the raven-haired fighter.

Staci continued her mauling attack too, happy to work away inside Savannah’s suit, her fingers expertly causing the blonde plenty of pain. She broke off from that briefly to slap Savannah hard in the face twice. Then her fingers went back to working harshly on the shrieking blonde’s evidently sensitive nipples. ‘Give it up if you don’t like it’ Staci reminded Savannah who was, for now at least, determined to keep fighting, gritting her teeth and taking her punishment as she looked for a way out. Staci wasn’t about to make it easy for her either, cruelly dragging her nails from belly to breast inside Savannah’s swimsuit to the accompanying soundtrack of the blonde’s cries of pain. She surprised Savannah too, moving from the nail attacks to quickly trap her in a perfectly applied rear naked choke hold, and, almost too late, Savannah realised the predicament she had been caught in.

Down on the mat, her extra size and strength counted for very little; she was effectively trapped and immobilised by the powerful scissor hold of The Goddess. That same tightly applied hold had effectively being denying her the chance to properly fill her lungs for some while too. The cried of pain from Staci’s nail driven attacks had emptied a little bit more of her reserves of oxygen, and now Staci had one arm snaked tightly around her throat, locking with her other arm to complete the hold. Just to make sure that escape wasn’t straight forward, Staci has woven the fingers of one hand into Savannah’s blonde hair too. The trap had been set perfectly, now The Goddess had sprung hit and Savannah was very much the helpless prey, cornered and in danger as Staci flexed her thighs once more. Again, the crowd stirred, but with more certainty this time, they knew that Savannah was in big trouble.

The blonde knew it too, desperately pawing and pulling as Staci’s arms as she tried to alleviate the power of the choke hold. The figure four body scissors still bore into her body, not allowing her the luxury of the deep breath she so desperately needed. The blonde grew still for a moment as Staci cranked on the choke once more. ‘Give it up, you’re done!’ The Goddess chided her ailing foe. Savannah responded once more, pulling at Staci’s arm and then, in desperation, throwing an elbow to Staci’s side. The rave haired Goddess grunted as the elbow struck home, but she was able to take the pain, and now she turned up the pressure once more. Again, Savannah’s hands went to Staci’s arms, but this time, not to try and pull them free; on the verge of getting choked out, the blonde tapped furiously, desperate to be released. Staci eased the pressure a little before telling her ‘say it bitch, say I’m the better woman!’

‘I submit’ Savannah rasped in reply ‘you’re the better woman, I submit!’ she continued as Staci finally released her with a playful slap to the side of the face.

The Goddess wasn’t quite done there though, striking a victory pose, sat high on the chest of her beaten blonde opponent much to the enjoyment of the crowd who were fairly sure that they’d seen a potential new star for the Smythe organisation in action. Time would tell on that; Staci still had plenty of other commitments on the fight club scene, but on this performance alone, Lady Amelia was doubtless going to be keen to see her in action again. Now though, thoughts of everyone in attendance turned quickly to the title match between Emma and Toni. The crowd would move again for the second time to find the third and final venue of the evening waiting outside in a reasonably secluded part of the Smythe Mansion’s grounds.