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Caged Goddess

By Wolfboy

It’s the battle for the Hong Kong title as Staci takes on Sara inside a cage

Staci’s impressive win for the UK Fight Club championship had got her on to the radar of plenty of organisations. Much to Emma’s chagrin, there was talk of her getting a shot at the Smythe championship, but it was the investors of the Hong Kong consortium that moved the quickest though, offering The Goddess an immediate shot at their current champion, Sara.

It was easy to see why the Hong Kong group had chosen to give Staci a shot; she was unbeaten, rarely even forced to concede a submission in her fights to date. She was also an incredibly attractive woman who did her best to live up to her Goddess nickname. She could clearly fight, but on the face of it, a match with an experienced woman like Sara would see her outmatched in size, power and experience against a woman that we knew could fight. But it was also Staci’s preference to fight bigger girls, so it was hardly a situation she was uncomfortable in. Add that to the fact that Sara hadn’t long returned to action after maternity leave, and had almost been milked to submission in a pit fight with Kate recently, and it was anyone’s guess who might really have the edge in the fight. With Staci having played some mind games with Emma in a recent evening of catfighting in which she had claimed the UK fight club title, Emma had felt compelled to be ringside this evening. So, we found ourselves in a small arena in Hong Kong, an MMA cage brightly lit at the centre of it, with a crowd of about 300, well playing spectators, anxiously awaiting the action.

The general consensus was that Sara, with those advantages in weight and experience alongside her at times devastating style of catfighting was favourite. Emma told me that after seeing Staci demolish Kathryn, coupled with Sara’s recent layoff from fighting, she was less sure of the outcome than most seemed to be. ‘Staci seems to revel in being the underdog in fights Steve; she told me ‘she looks like she’s prepared to take some punishment to tire out a bigger woman first. And she does her damage in those early moments too from what I’ve seen. It’s just that the other girls seem to think that she’s in more trouble than she is so they ignore it and keep attacking her.’ she explained. ‘If Sara falls into that trap, she’ll be in trouble before she realises it!’

‘That figures’ I agreed ‘each time we’ve seen Staci in action she does the majority of her damage from beneath a bigger opponent. And she seems in control while it’s happening doesn’t she? I mean there’s no sign of the desperation that you’d see from a lot of girls in those situations.’ I said.

‘Exactly’ Emma agreed ‘it’s definitely a plan; almost a trap actually. The one thing you know is that to fight that way deliberately, she is one tough bitch. She’ll need it here though; Sara is a nasty bitch in a fight and she’ll hurt her for sure here I think’ Emma told me.

As ever with the Hong Kong title matches, there were no preliminary matches, just the main event, and the arrival of the ring announcer accompanied by tonight’s female referee signalled that things were about to get underway. Picking up the microphone that was lying on the mat at the centre of the cage, the announcer allowed the buzz of the crowd to die down a little before he spoke. ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, this contest is for the Hong Kong Syndicate title. It is no time limit to be fought over an opening period of ten minutes followed by one unlimited time round to a finish. It is no holds barred to a submission of the entire contest by one of the fighters. In the event of a knockout, a count of 20 will be taken as a submission of the match’ he confirmed to the expectant crowd.

‘Now introducing the challenger’ he continued, as the strains of some unknown, to me at least, pop music filled the arena. ‘She is from England and is the current UK Fight Club catfight champion. Standing 5 feet 5 inches tall, weighing in at 124lbs with measurements of 34C-23-36. With a perfect record of 22 fights and 22 wins, this is The Goddess, Staci Goulding!’

With an enthusiastic welcome from the crowd, Staci was already well on her way to the cage, wearing what was her trademark gear of a slinky black cocktail dress coupled with a pair of black Laboutins, a six-inch heel adding to her height as she sauntered sexily towards the cage. She looked confident, like there was no real concern about facing a tough girl and established champion like Sara in her. Kicking off her heels, she entered the MMA cage through the door, testing the tension of the side of the cage with her back, before she went to the far side of the cage to await the champion. She would not have to wait long, as the same music continued and almost immediately, Sara appeared on the small walkway to the cage.

‘Now, introducing the Hong Kong Syndicate champion’ the ring announcer chimed in as Sara, taking a leaf from Staci’s playbook by wearing a longer red dress and towering heels neared the cage. ‘She is making her 4^th defence of the title this evening. From the USA, standing 5 feet 9 inches tall, weighing 167lbs and measuring 38DD-29-40, with a record of 38 wins and 10 defeats, this is Sara!’

The strawberry blonde American also kicked off her heels before entering the cage, still wearing her long red dress. The was the briefest of looks between the two women, contempt for the other written across their faces as the referee called both to the centre of the cage. Final instructions, a recap of the rules maybe; either way, neither woman took their eyes off the other as they nodded their assent to the instructions. ‘Let’s lose the dresses then ladies and get ready to come out fighting at the bell’ was her final command as the two turned back to their corners, Staci pulling her black dress over her head as she went to reveal her lithe body. She was wearing one of her usual black thongs, this time trimmed with gold and red piping along with a pair of nude, sheer hold up stockings that shimmered as they hugged her perfectly toned legs. She stretched lightly as she waited for the champion, Sara, to unbutton her long dress to reveal that she too would fight topless this evening, her 38DD breasts not showing any obvious sign of their rough treatment at the hands of Kate in their recent contest. Sara wore a red satin thong, coupled with a matching suspender belt and sheer black stockings. She turned now to face Staci again as the bell rang and the two women started to circle, the size difference between them clear for all to see.

A closer look also showed a look of confidence in Staci’s eyes despite the 43lb difference in weight between the two ladies. She also knew that she had speed on her side and used that in the opening seconds, nipping into range and slapping Sara’s face. A second time, Staci darted into range, this time to slap at Sara’s right breast. The bigger blonde was slow to get off a slap in response, the heavy-handed blow whistling through the air as it failed to find a target. Off balance from that, Sara found Staci nipping back into range to land a right hand to the ribs before getting back out of range. Sara smiled at the jet-haired fighter, not really having suffered too much from the fast attacks; ‘quick little cunt, aren’t you? How about you stand and fight?’ she challenged Staci who just shrugged before darting back into range for a slap and grab at Sara’s right breast. A look of pain registered on Sara’s face as she felt the challenger’s nails sunk into her sensitive breast, but with Staci remaining in range this time, she hammered her with a short right hand to the belly before she rushed her back to the cage and followed up with a knee lift to the body. The removed Staci’s hand and nails from her breast in a hurry as Sara pressed Staci in to the cage wall now, a hand laced through her glossy black hair, gripping the cage as she kept her in place before she slapped hard at Staci’s thighs and stomach. Staci gathered herself, not letting Sara work unpunished against the cage as she got her nails quickly back into Sara’s breasts. ‘Ow, fuck!’ Sara moaned as she felt those nails again ‘fucking acrylics you bitch? Those legal ref?’ she asked.

‘Yes, they are’ the referee confirmed, ‘nothing to stop it in the rules. Do you want to submit Sara?’ she asked.

‘Fuck off’ the champion shot back, her right hand going to Staci’s hand that was punishing her breast, looking to prise it, finger by finger from her breast. She succeeded slowly in doing that and then dazed Staci with a short head butt to the face there against the cage as she continued to slap at the standing but effectively pinned challenger. Staci tried to force her fingers out of Sara’s grasp now, and immediately, she was back into the right breast with them, using her evidently very sharp false nails to draw another moan of complaint from the American. Sara retaliated as well, another head butt to the face that slowed up Staci’s defences for a  moment, and in that instant, Sara got a standing crotch maul applied, there against the cage, forcing Staci to moan with discomfort as she stopped her breast maul for a moment to try and prevent the crotch maul. That presented Sara with the perfect opportunity to wrap her arms around the smaller woman and throw her to the mat in what might have been described as a quite rudimentary belly to belly suplex.

On the mat, Sara quickly tried to secure a cross pin, managing to trap one of Staci’s hands between her thighs as she got her body across Staci’s upper body. The Goddess moved quickly though, wrapping her other hand in Sara’s hair, strands wound tightly around her fingers as she wrenched Sara’s head to one side. Sara moaned at that, but she hammered a couple of punches into Staci’s body before slipping a hand inside the challenger’s black thong, searching for a pussy claw. Staci crossed her legs desperately in defence but her yelp of pain suggested that Sara was doing her damage as she fingers continued to probe Staci’s womanhood. Feeling the pain for the first time in the match now, Staci upped her efforts, ragging the blonde champion’s head around by the hair as Sara gritted her teeth and took it, suddenly drawing a cry of pain from Staci with a quick right hand to the belly and a harshly applied stomach claw.

There was a low moan of pain from Staci as she felt the champion’s fingers, and her nails, testing her body and her resilience. She managed to work her hand, currently trapped between Sara’s thighs, in to a position to put her long acrylic nails to good use, clawing the champion’s ass as she squirmed and bridged, trying to get free. ‘Fucking bitch!’ Sara complained as those long nails tore at her ass, and then suddenly, Staci got the match more onto an even keel, quickly releasing the hair and sinking her other hand, nails and all, into Sara’s left breast. ‘Aaaaagggghhh!’ Sara cried out as she felt the jet haired fighter working her breast over; Staci simply smiled despite the claw hold she was currently enduring and asked Sara ‘want to submit bitch?’

‘Fuck you, no I don’t want to submit!’ Sara replied, hammering another right hand into Staci’s body as the challenge grimly hung on to the breast claw, her fingers digging deeply into Sara’s breast as the blonde in turn tore into Staci’s stomach. Both women were letting out the occasional grunts of pain that came from such a tough battle of attrition down on the mats. Now Sara looked to press her body down on to Staci’s beneath her, reducing the leverage Staci had to work on her breast claw. The jet haired fighter still had her nails in the breast though between their bodies as a new opportunity presented itself, finding Sara’s left shoulder in range for her teeth which she sunk hungrily into her opponent’s body. ‘Aaaaagggghhh!!’ Sara moaned loudly, ‘you fucking dirty bitch!’ she complained further before she surprised Staci, delivering an eye rake to immediately put paid to her attacks as she blinked furiously to clear her vision. Feeling that her attacks on the ground were going nowhere quickly though, Sara pulled Staci to her feet as she looked to up her attacks, throwing the jet haired fighter back into the wall of the cage. Sara followed up quickly, rights and lefts thrown hard to the body, forcing Staci to catch them desperately with her arms before she shot back with a stinging right hand slap to the cheek followed by an arm around the back of Sara’s head, pulling the blonde in tight to her body.

Sara continued to work to the body, moaning as she once again felt Staci’s teeth sink into her body, this time targeting the left breast. Teeth sunk in as she started to suck and bite, Sara slowly realising that her challenger was intending to try and milk her just as Kate had attempted in the pit fight. She switched now, a hand between Staci’s legs, mauling her pussy through her black thong by way of a counter attack; the challenger didn’t miss a beat though, continuing her molar mauling of Sara’s left breast despite the pain she must have felt between her legs. There was another period of attritional fighting now against the cage wall; Sara had her left hand in Staci’s hair, partly smothering the jet haired fighter as she pushed her face into the breast that she was biting. At the same time, her right hand worked furiously between the legs of her challenger. Staci meanwhile continued to bite and suck on Sara’s left breast while her left hand sought to control Sara’s right hand to alleviate the pain in her womanhood. Her left hand was now in Sara’s hair, keeping Sara’s face just away from her body to prevent her from retaliating with a biting attack of her own.

That remained the status quo for the next two or three minutes of the fight now, pushing the action well towards the final 90 seconds of the round. To the casual observer it might have appeared to be a period of inactivity; closer inspection revealed both ladies doing plenty of damage though. It was Sara who broke first though, feeling that Staci’s biting and sucking attack might be starting to have the desired effect and she switched to a double handed hair pull now. trying to slowly prise her teeth out of her breast with it. Free of the pussy claw though, Staci struck hard with a knee to the body of the blonde that doubled her up as it crushed the wind from her. Staci struck again, a crunching downward elbow to the head that sent Sara crumpling to the mat there at Staci’s feet, close to the wall of the cage. A hard kick to the body followed almost immediately too, Sara rolling across the mat, groaning loudly and clutching at her body. Staci was on top, suddenly but possibly decisively were it not for the short amount of time remaining in the round.

Grabbing Sara’s long blonde hair as she bunched it up on top of her head, Staci stepped in to trap her in a standing head scissors from behind. Her surprisingly strong legs snapped closed around Sara’s head and she fell to one side to convert it to a side head scissor, stretching her legs out to their full length as she tried to put the hurt on Sara. A series of slaps rained in on Sara’s face as well now, the blonde trying to block them with one hand, but she was taking plenty of them and she was relieved as time ran out with Staci releasing the hold but using the hair to slam Sara’s face into the mat after the bell, earning  a reprimand from the referee as she headed back to her corner. Both fighters were unseconded inside the cage, and as she rose from the mat, I could see that was more of an issue for Sara who was bleeding from her right eyebrow, presumably as a result of the elbow and repeated slaps to the face alongside the slam into the mat at the end of the round. Without a second, Sara was forced to improvise, unhooking the stockings from her suspender belt and using them to dab at the cut above her eye to stem the flow of blood. Successfully too it seemed as she was called back to the centre of the cage by the referee to restart the fight. I had little doubt though that a calculating fighter like Staci would have noticed the cut. Hong Kong syndicate rules didn’t cover a stoppage due to a cut; that wasn’t likely to be a concern for Staci though, she would just aim to weaken Sara by going after it again.

With Sara having removed her own stockings, she now just wore her red satin thong and suspender belt. Having spotted that, Staci peeled off her own nude hold ups quickly before coming back to the centre of the cage herself, not wanting Sara to have better footing on the cage floor than she did. At the instruction ‘Fight!’ from the referee, the match was back underway, and having tasted her own blood, it was Sara who started furiously rushing Staci back to the wall of the cage, before hammering her with a right hand to the body. She got her hand through Staci’s hair, using a grip of the cage wall to hold her in place there. Immediately Staci got one hand into Sara’s face, looking to get a partial hand smother in place. Her other hand went straight for Sara’s left breast again, nails digging in painfully as she started to work the breast over again. ‘Fucking bitch!’ Sara shouted through Staci’s hand in her face before she looked to lead off with a knee to the body which Staci blocked with her thigh. Now Staci tried to counter with a knee to the pussy, Sara twisting her body to the side to take that effort on the hip. The blonde champion started to hammer away with a series of wild right hands to the body now, the jet haired challenger groaning loudly with each impact, knowing that she couldn’t afford to take too many of the heavy-handed blows. She was a clever fighter though, and she surprised Sara as she simply stamped on her foot, causing the blonde to yelp in pain before a knee to the body sent her staggering back from Staci a little winded.

Surprisingly though, the smaller jet-haired woman simply remained with her back against the wall of the cage, beckoning Sara to come back and fight her. Sara did just that, eating a stinging slap to the face as she did so from the fast-handed challenger before she pressed her body into Staci there against the cage, again lacing fingers through the lighter woman’s jet-black hair. She gripped the cage wall again with the handful of hair, and went straight for a pussy maul, drawing a shriek from Staci. The Goddess immediately went to the left breast once more though, Sara audibly gasping as she felt the sharp nails testing her already tender breasts. Then she upped the ante, choosing to forego a grip of Sara’s hair to rake a number of stinging slaps across the champion’s body, dragging those sharp nails as she did so to make Sara shriek and groan in pain.

‘You fucking dirty bitch!’ Sara complained as a third slap saw nails dragged painfully across her body once more. She switched from her hair grip to slap Staci hard in the face, leaving the hand there once again as she tried to get a hand smother and push the jet-haired fighter’s head hard into the wall of the cage. The problem for Sara was that Staci had teeth and was definitely not afraid to use them as she turned her head to the side, bringing Sara’s fingers into range and she immediately sunk them into the blonde’s hand. Distracted, Sara found herself caught with a knee to the body once more and she was winded by the hard blow to the stomach. Staci was looking to slow her up and tire her out it seems, working to the body, but as Sara doubled up a little in front of her, Staci used the hair to pull her on to a knee to the face that dropped Sara to the mat at her feet. Once again, Staci leaned almost casually against the wall of the cage, telling Sara ‘come on blondie, lets fucking fight!’ as she waited for her to slowly reach all fours before sending a hard kick into that left breast which she had already targeted so many times. Sara rolled to her back on the mat as Staci remained almost inmoved, waiting for her to get back to her feet and rejoin the fight. It was bordering on arrogance it seemed from Staci, but it was working, Sara getting to her feet and trying to rush the jet haired fighter only to run straight into a kick to the body that stopped her in her tracks before a chopping right hand to the jaw put her on her knees.

Immediately, Staci grabbed Sara’s strawberry blonde hair, pulling her into a front headlock and after taking the chance to pull Sara’s face hard in to the wall, she quickly switched positions, putting Sara’s back against the cage wall for the first time. The feel of the steel mesh on her back that first time spurred Sara on momentarily, the powerful blonde starting to flail punches to the body as Staci kept her bent at the waist in the front headlock, feeling Sara’s hard punches test her for the moment. Staci knew that Sara wasn’t done yet then, and with another knee to the body, she turned Sara loose from the headlock, backing up towards the centre of the cage, a knowing smirk on her face. She was content to keep the fight upright for now, despite it seeming to suit the taller, heavier hitting, blonde champion that way. That was to discount Staci’s speed though, and her unerring accuracy, landing two blows for every one that Sara landed it seemed. Sara stepped forward, looking to lead off with a big right hand to the body; Staci skipped deftly out of range before darting back in to land a fast one two to breast and face. Sara shook it off and looked to come in again, suffering the same fate as Staci nipped in and out of range to land before narrowly failing with a knee to the body that Sara was just able to block. It was still Staci on top though, able to smartly block a huge haymaker from Sara, and in response, the jet haired challenger showed some technical ability to complement her ability to fight like a savage wildcat. She took to the air to rock Sara to the core with a perfectly delivered standing dropkick, both feet catching the blonde champion perfectly in the breasts, knocking her hard to the mat against the cage wall.

Where Staci had been content to take her time a moment ago, she rushed Sara now, and she almost paid the price as the blonde lunged for her with a head butt to the body that Staci, using her fast and lithe hips to her advantage, just about avoided. She was a calculating fighter, realising perhaps that she didn’t have Sara quite where she wanted her yet, and she backed off to centre ring to ensure that she was ready for Sara when battle recommenced. Sara was no fool; she knew what Staci was trying I fancied by now. The relatively innocuous looking challenger hid a toughness behind her Goddess persona. She was content to absorb what Sara had to throw at her, take a bit of punishment to tire an opponent out, and then fight back with vicious intent. Although she recognised the strategy, Sara had little choice; she went on to the attack again, running Staci back hard to the unforgiving steel mesh wall of the cage. She smiled too as The Goddess let out a bit of a groan of pain from the impact too; maybe the challenger was starting to feel the pace and Sara’s blows were getting through to her now after all? Sara dug deep, hammering two punches low into the belly of the smaller woman who gasped as the air was crushed from her body. Staci tried, ineffectively, to pull Sara into something of a smother, but the blonde shrugged it off, firing a punch right into the front of Staci’s black thong, the crotch shot landing cleanly to send Staci sliding down the cage wall.

Now it was starting to look like the champion had maybe weathered the storm and had found her way back on top in the match. The challenger was down, facing the wall of the cage and Sara was quick to follow up with a soccer kick across the lower back. Staci might have been a tough little cookie, but she felt that one, letting out a little scream of pain as Sara booted her. But then, perhaps a mistake from the champion. She had Staci grounded, in tight against the cage wall, and could have kept her pinned there, perhaps working her over to submission. Instead, she pulled Staci upright against the cage wall, leaning in to pin her there and look for a crotch maul. Again, a familiar game played out against the cage wall, Sara seeming to be on top only to shriek in anguish as once again Staci brought her nails to bear, first of all with two nail rakes across the body. Then she dug them deep into Sara’s shoulder, raising deep and angry furrows there as she dragged them harshly across the skin, drawing blood as easily as she drew shrieks of pain from Sara. A head butt followed from Sara, hard, into the face of The Goddess who sagged forward again. Sara tried to grab her hair now, but too late; Staci’s teeth were back in her left breast, biting and sucking as Sara howled, gnashing her teeth in anguish. The Goddess had set about milking her once more; Sara moved both hands to Staci’s long black hair now, tearing at it, trying to force her mouth from her breast.

Staci wasn’t about to be easily distracted from her course now and with one hand sunk into the underside of the left breast, she slugged Sara hard in the belly, taking a little more of the fight out of the blonde champion. She followed with a slashing elbow to the forehead, before she started to claw at that previously busted open eyebrow. It was a display of savage catfighting, one that had the champion, Sara, in big trouble. Staci showed no intention of easing up on the tit torture either at this point. She had been able to work Sara’s left breast specifically for a good portion of the fight and her clawing nails were now starting to reopen that cut above the eyebrow as well as Sara screeched in pain. She kept up the hairpulling but it was having little effect as Sara moaned and groaned from the continued attacks on her breast. ‘Bitch!’ she howled as Staci continued the biting and sucking attack and as Staci stamped hard on Sara’s left foot suddenly, to send the blonde hopping away in pain, the reason for her latest how of pain and anguish became clear. Staci’s lips were bathed in breast milk which she wiped off with the back of her hand, a smile playing across her lips as she did so. She had achieved on of her evident aims in the match to milk the blonde champion; now she could set about her other aim of winning the match, Sara continuing to favour her foot while she tried to rejoin the battle.

Staci knew she had a wounded fighter in front of her now. Bleeding from above the eyebrow, left breast in particular swollen, bruised and battered, limping too, Sara could be dangerous in this state as, if she found an opening, as she had almost nothing to lose. Staci had no intention of allowing that though, lashing out with fast kicks to the thighs as Sara came in to range. The blonde pressed forward regardless, she had to as there was no sign of Staci simply tiring here; as she did so though, she found herself caught time and time again with kicks, sharp nailed thrusts to the breasts and fast, accurate punches to that eyebrow. Sara swarmed in swinging tired looking punches and slaps, some of which landed but Staci simply shrugged them off, taking them before she struck tellingly. A hard straight fingered thrust into the underside of Sara’s left breast drew a shriek of pain from Sara as she felt Staci’s sharp acrylic nails sink in once more. Perhaps more tellingly, it stopped her dead in her tracks, defenceless in front of a malevolent opponent who immediately took advantage. A sharp kick to the pussy put Sara on her knees, hands clutching at her womanhood as Staci crashed a hard right hand into her eyebrow to make sure the flow of blood from the cut was well and truly started again.

Now Staci looked round her, finding the section of crowd where Emma and I sat at cage side before she attacked again. Back to the cage, Staci went to a double handful of hair to pull Sara to her feet only to take a right hand to the body. Not missing a beat, Staci drove a thigh into the face and upper body of the champion now, and with Sara stunned, she got her properly to her feet, planted a foot in her belly and fell back to deliver a monkey flip. Having calculated her position carefully, Staci was successful in sending Sara into a messy and painful landing right there against the wall of the cage, her legs hitting the mesh wall rather than the mats. If that was devastating enough, Staci’s follow up was hardly any better for the blonde as she used a baseball slide dropkick to press her hard into the wall of the cage. The mesh cut into Sara’s already battered breasts as she cried out in pain while Staci started to fire piston like knees into her back. It was a vicious assault now, one that continued for the best part of 30 seconds before the jet haired challenger grabbed the strawberry blonde hair of the champion, using it to wrench her on to her back, just away from the wall of the cage now. The champion was listless, out of it it seemed as Staci ripped the red satin thong roughly from her body to render her naked. Then Staci sat down hard on her stomach, going for a double handed claw on her left breast to punish her further; the effect of the sharp nails and the cruel breast maul did return the champion to her senses momentarily with a loud scream of distress. She tried to sit up, tried to fight the het haired wildcat who was punishing her so thoroughly; a vicious swinging elbow to the jaw put paid to that though with authority.

With Sara flat out again, Staci knew it was time to put the finishing touches to the match now. The Goddess looked imperious as she sat there on Sara’s stomach, and she had a plan for exactly how to end the contest. Pushing herself forward a little, she suddenly fell forward hard into Sara’s face, pushing her breasts in to smother her. A double handful of hair helped Staci hold Sara’s face squarely in place for the smother and now she battled to capture Sara’s legs in a grapevine. She was trying to put the champion away with her own signature move!

The grapevine proved to be tricky for her to obtain at first, Sara instinctively lifting her legs as she felt the challenger trying to capture them, She could do little about Staci’s perky 34C breasts smashing into her face though, smothering her, denying her air and taking that last bit of fight from the champion. Having endured a gruelling beat down, Sara had nothing left now, her legs dropping to the mat and instantly being captured by the deceptively strong legs of her challenger. She may have cried out in pain but the excellent and airtight smother Staci had her trapped in retained the noise. She tried to tap the mat to show her submission, but Staci trapped her hands as she released the hair now to prevent her. A cruel move from The Goddess as she looked for a decisive knock out win. She released Sara’s hands, and instantly the blonde American fighter tapped at Staci’s body desperate for release. ‘Stop slapping me bitch!’ Staci commanded ‘you’re going out!’ she continued as she stayed in place. The knockout would count as a total submission, and now she took her double handful of hair again to make sure the champion was held firmly in the smother. Sara struggled, mightily but without effect at first, then quickly she was in trouble, fading fast, a low moaning sound just about escaping the smother as she grew increasingly still.

Staci still her the move in place, knowing the champion was fading; she wanted to make sure that she was fully out though before releasing the hold. In the end, the referee stepped in, telling Staci ‘she’s out, get off her now.’ Staci complied a little reluctantly, stopping to suck at her left breast once more to get the milk flowing again before she told the ref to ‘count the bitch out!’ Then as the referee tolled off the count of twenty, needlessly really given that Sara showed no signs of recovering to beat the count. Staci turned her back on her, looking out at the crowd as she raised her arms in victory, eventually locking eyes with Emma in a look that said ‘I’m coming for you soon bitch!’

Emma returned the glare with interest as the two women stared each other out until the referees count reached twenty. Staci was the winner, it had been something of an upset result for many seeing her fight for the first time, but none could now doubt The Goddess had all the credentials needed for top level catfighting. She wasn’t quite done with Sara yet either, electing to bring the blonde back to her senses rudely with nails dug into her breasts once more before dimming her lights again with a snappy right hand to the jaw. Then, she struck a victory post, foot placed firmly between Sara’s battered breasts as the referee presented her with the title belt. Finally, Staci left the cage, heading for the dressing rooms; The Goddess had the Hong Kong Syndicate title to add to her UK Fight Club title and she was right at the top of the world catfighting scene it seemed.

There was one more surprise in store for everyone in attendance; it was Emma who rushed into the cage to help her fierce rival to her feet and to the dressing room. If the result had been considered a surprise, it was fair to say that nobody in the arena, including me had seen that happening either!