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I Want It All

By Wolfboy

Emma meets The Goddess for the first time for a chance at being unified champion

I want it all had been the clear message from the start from The Goddess, Staci Goulding as soon as she had won the UK Fight Club Championship. Her following match, an impressive and destructive victory over Sara had left the usually dominant blonde well and truly beaten up by the slight figure of The Goddess. The Smythe Title had been next on Staci’s agenda, but she had been happy to bide her time to wait until Emma had the belt back first, following her win over Toni in Texas. Now the challenge had been made, and accepted, for a match that was as close to an undisputed title fight the world of championship catfighting had ever seen. Should either woman win, they would find themselves the champion of 3 separate organisation. The match, oddly enough at Staci’s request, would be held in Smythe ring; apparently the jet haired Goddess was quite happy to take the match at Emma’s ‘home’ venue.

Simple enough rules were agreed; anything goes to a total submission or a knockout without breaks. Emma demanded that no acrylic nails were allowed, having seen how Staci had punished Sara using them. Staci agreed and demanded that it was to be a topless fight which Emma had readily accepted. The last pre-fight communication had been a final acceptance of the rules and a warning for Emma too. ‘I know exactly how to beat you Emma. Your title is mine bitch’ Staci had told her as they signed the contract to fight. Emma had refused to get drawn in to the argument; ‘we’ll see’ she told the glamorous jet haired fighter ‘we’ll see.’

We would indeed, and as Emma and I stood in the ring opposite The Goddess now, awaiting the pre-match ceremonies, we would be finding out pretty imminently. Across the ring, Staci leaned casually on the corner turnbuckles, elegantly dressed in a black cocktail dress and a pair of black laboutins. ‘Cocky bitch’ Emma had muttered to me when she had first set eyes on her this evening. ‘Yes, she is’ I’d agreed ‘but don’t forget, she can fight’ I reminded Emma, casting my mind back to her fight with Sara.

‘I know’ Emma admitted to me, standing hands on hips with a pink silk robe hanging loosely at her shoulders, just about covering her modesty, but not the hot pink lace booty shorts she wore. ‘But I’ve seen her in action so I know what she’s capable of, and she doesn’t have those fake talons that she ripped Sara up with’ she said. That might have been true I guess, but Staci was still sporting a pretty impressive set of silver painted nails over in her corner. I didn’t doubt her ability to do some damage with those all the same. As Emma continued to eyeball the sultry jet haired fighter, the referee came over to collect the title belt, already carrying Staci’s two title belts. Then the ring announcer began ‘ladies and gentlemen, this is our main event this evening. It is a no time limit, anything goes catfight to a knockout or total submission of the match and it is for the Smythe Championship, the Hong Kong Syndicate Championship and’ he said, pausing momentarily for breath ‘the U.K. Fight Club Championship. Tonight’s winner will take home all three titles! First of all, on my left is the current U.K. Fight Club and Hong Kong Syndicate champion, The Goddess, Staci Goulding. ‘Staci is 5 feet 5 inches tall, 127lbs, measures 34C-23-35 and comes in today with an unbeaten record of 23 fights and 23 wins.’ Staci gave a quick wave to the crowd as they applauded her as one of the rising stars of the world of catfighting. A world that the look of determination on her face suggested she intended to be even further on top of soon enough.

‘And on my right’ the announcer picked up ‘is the current Smythe Champion, Emma Baines. Emma is 5 feet 10 inches tall, 172lbs, measures 40E-28-38 and has a record of 54 wins and 18 defeats.’ Now the crowd cheered for Emma, perhaps a little louder than they did for Staci, given her experiences in this very ring over the years. There was no doubt that Staci had her backers in the audience too, a number that quite possibly increased as Emma turned from handing her pink robe to me to find The Goddess standing in front of her completely naked apart from a pair of fine silk hold up stockings. ‘What do you say we put on a real show for the ladies and gentlemen? Fight naked like a couple of real warrior women would?’ Staci challenged across the ring, inviting Emma to join her by going naked. My wife simply shrugged, shimmied out of her lacy booty shorts, flicking them to me deftly with her right foot, and turned again to face Staci completely naked. ‘So that’s your big plan is it Goddess?’ Emma asked, the last word dripping in sarcasm as she said it. ‘Fight me naked? That’s it?’ she asked as Staci simply smiled back at her and the bell rang to start the match.

As strategies went, if that really was the master plan, it seemed a little unlikely to be effective I thought as the two women circled a little cautiously at first. Emma was quickly able to find her range though, snapping out some stiff slaps to the face that found their target with some ease given her extra height and reach. Staci took the first couple of blows looking perhaps a little surprised at the power and venom behind them from Emma and she was straight on to the back foot, looking to keep her distance from Emma at first. Not that it was that easy for her to do that, Emma continuing to stalk the jet haired fighter, rocking her with more slaps. Emma got her first taste of Staci’s speed and effectiveness now though as she crouched a little to go after the body and found herself in range for a straight punch to the mouth. Not a powerful blow, it surprised Emma with the speed of delivery and she nodded at Staci as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Patience was perhaps the key then, and Emma sensed it, going back to rocking the head back with her powerful slaps.

‘Is that all you’re going to do Emma?’ Staci asked ‘slap my face and run away?’ she challenged. She got her answer pretty quickly as Emma rocked her again with a hard slap, remaining out of range of The Goddess who cut something of a frustrated figure through the opening moments of the fight. The truth was that Emma wouldn’t beat a woman like Staci by just staying on the outside; this wasn’t boxing where she might use her physical advantages to simply pick off Staci at range and secure a comfortable points victory after all. As she landed another slap to Staci’s cheek, Emma was starting to look for ways to close in on Staci, but as she tried to do that, grabbing at her jet-black hair, Staci delivered another punch to the mouth, this time an uppercut to force Emma off her. There was more impatience in the ring than on the outside, the crowd appreciating this feeling out process for what it was. Staci wanted Emma to come at her though, and perhaps trying to force that in the action, perhaps looking to adopt her preferred style of countering, picking an opponent apart from an apparent position of disadvantage, simply leaned back against the ropes, gesturing for Emma to come at her.

In the opening moments still, Emma didn’t exactly fall for it, staying at range, slapping Staci’s face as well as sinking a couple of hard punches into the body. They drew a wince to the face of The Goddess for the cost of one hard kick to the body that barely seemed to register on Emma for now. Then Emma grabbed the hair, using that to throw Staci roughly across the ring into a heavy landing, and, it appeared, an early disadvantage in the fight. Emma followed in, quickly able to force Staci to the ropes as she scrambled hastily to her feet and from there, Emma delivered a picture-perfect monkey flip to send Staci cartwheeling through the air to land hard in the centre of the ring. Again, Emma was on her as The Goddess struggled to a seated position on the mat, slapping her hard around the top of the head as she taunted ‘come on Goddess, I thought that you were better than this!’ Wisely at this stage, Emma continued to steer clear of being pulled into a close quarters battle, nailing Staci with two more cuffing slaps. Then as Staci looked to rise, she caught her with a kick to the pit of the stomach, and then lifted the jet-haired fighter to plant her with authority at the centre of the ring with a big body slam. As Staci looked to catch her breath, trying to roll clear of Emma, Emma stalked her across the ring, waiting to trap Staci as she rose and her evident power advantage to lift the smaller woman into a rib cracking bear hug.

‘Nnnnggghhhhhh!’ Staci groaned as she felt Emma’s power coming to bear on her for the first time, but she also found herself in her favoured position, in close quarters to an opponent, and she took the chance to do some damage. Sinking her nails into Emma’s shoulders, and dragging them earned her a shriek before Emma told her to ‘get your fucking claws off me bitch!’ strengthening the hold to send Staci’s hands back to her own head in pain. Again, Staci countered, nails in the shoulders and a pretty ineffective looking head butt to the face before Emma reasserted her power and Staci clutched her own head in pain once more. A third time Staci looked to bring her nails into play, but this time, Emma turned up the power before Staci got her claws into her body and the jet-haired fighter let out a long moan of pain and frustration. ‘Why don’t you submit Goddess?’ Emma taunted ‘otherwise I’ll have to hurt you, little girl!’ she added ominously.

‘Fuck off!’ Staci replied tartly. ‘It’ll be you that’s getting hurt’ she boldly claimed but then she groaned loudly once again as Emma tightened her bear hug.

‘Oh really…still waiting’ Emma almost laughed in reply, and then Staci clapped her hands around both of Emma’s ears; a short, sharp blow as she tried to force her way free. No concern for Emma who shrugged that off and looked to be setting Staci up for the pussy pounding atomic drop. That didn’t come to fruition for Emma though as a timely rake of the eyes from Staci saw Emma grab for her face, rubbing at her eyes, and allowed Staci to avoid the devastating impact of knee on crotch. Now was a first chance to Staci to strike with Emma still a little disoriented, trying to clear her vision, and The Goddess took it, delivering a stinging nail slash across Emma’s breasts. Emma howled, grabbed for her chest on instinct from the searing pain there, and Staci punched her straight in the mouth, sending her back towards a neutral corner of the ring. The Goddess followed her too, practically corralling Emma back into the corner, not wanting to allow any distance between the two which might allow Emma to use her greater height and reach. Shrewd from Staci and as Emma’s back hit the buckles, a punch sunk in hard, deep into the pit of her stomach, and she grabbed the top ropes for support, trying to suck in air as she did so. A mistake that allowed Staci’s fast hands to rock Emma’s head left and right for a moment with stinging slaps. Emma’s hands slowly raised to defend her head; now Staci switched again with a kick to the inside of each thigh, spreading Emma’s legs a little wider there in the corner. It might have led to a devastating third kick up in to the crotch, but Emma stunned Staci instead with a thrusting double slap into her firm C cup breasts, knocking her away and buying Emma a split second to try and get out of the corner.

She moved too slowly, Staci reacting the quicker and using her speed to force Emma back against the turnbuckles where she had her back in trouble quickly, grabbing the middle ropes to slam shoulders into her body. Emma groaned, feeling the air crushed from her by each move, and then she struck back again, knowing that she needed to fight Staci off as she clubbed her down to her knees with a double fisted blow across the shoulders. On her knees or not, Staci was still a dangerous woman though, and she lunged, baring her teeth as she sunk them in to the inside of Emma’s right thigh. ‘Aaaaggggh! You dirty bitch!!’ Emma protested loudly, her head thrown back in pain for a moment as she was too slow to react to Staci’s move. Then her hands were in the silky jet-black hair of The Goddess, trying to prise her teeth out of her thigh that way. A yank on the hair though wasn’t particularly successful for Emma as although she caused Staci plenty of pain, she didn’t move her from her grip on her inner thigh at all. Sensing then that attack rather than defence might be the right approach to take instead, Emma raked her nails hard across Staci’s back and shoulders instead, raising angry furrows there. Then she let out a cry of pain as Staci surprised her with a short head butt to the crotch, and wrested the advantage firmly from Emma for the time being as she sagged back against the corner turnbuckles.

Staci was on the attack now, forcing Emma to defend slaps to the face before she switched quickly to the body, landing a couple of punches. As Emma’s hands dropped, her head was rocked left and right by fast slaps, delivered with accuracy and power by The Goddess. She followed that up with a straight fingered thrust up to the underside of the breasts, her nails leading the way to give Emma another reason to cry out in pain. Emma battled back, clutching Staci around the head and holding her in pace to deliver a hard knee to the body that drove some of the air from Staci’s body. Now Emma used her size and strength to switch positions with Staci, and it was The Goddess in danger of having her body lit up against the turnbuckle. The jet-haired fighter defended well as Emma worked to the body, getting through occasionally, but finding Staci able to block most of the blows with her arms tightly tucked in. Her eyes went wide as Emma switched up to a double breast claw, sinking her own nails in deep to Staci’s pert breasts. She may have looked in pain, but she called Emma a ‘bitch’ and sunk her own nails in, enjoying having plenty to work on with Emma’s big breasts. The two stared holes in each other, challenging the other not to flinch as they looked for the slightest flicker in their expression to show that their clawing was proving the more effective. But again, Staci had a plan; a sudden look of pain spread on her face, giving Emma the hope that she was getting through to the jet-haired fighter. As Emma focussed on the breast claw that little bit more though, Staci simply gave her a knee lift to the pussy, and Emma crumpled to the mat there in the corner.

She wasn’t down for long though. Part of Staci’s plan seemed to be to keep the match upright for now as she forced Emma to her feet by the hair and propped her up in the corner, arms across the top ropes. Instantly, Staci whipped a hard slap across Emma’s breasts, and as Emma tried to reach to defend against that, she went lower with two hard punches to the body. Sapping shots designed to take a little bit of energy from Emma each time she landed one, and then Staci stunned her again with a hard slap to the face. Again, on instinct, Emma grabbed for Staci, trying to clinch with the smaller woman, hoping to control her and slow the onslaught, successfully too it seemed as knees to the body were traded by the two women. Then Emma grabbed the hair and pulled Staci into a standing breast smother, the jet-haired fighter reacting calmly enough to it though as she probed for a pussy claw in response. Emma defended, blocking the attack with her right thigh, and it looked to me that she might have found the perfect move to subdue and possibly beat Staci. It rarely mattered how tough you were, if you couldn’t breathe, then there was little a fighter could do in that situation. Then Emma shrieked in pain as Staci had her teeth back in play, this time sunk into her breasts now, and the momentum of the match swung again, back into Staci’s favour.

Staci may have called herself The Goddess, but she fought like a wildcat, and taking advantage of Emma’s distress at the tit bite, she quickly got the standing crotch claw applied. Emma threw her head back, roaring in pain and Staci had one extra nip at her right breasts with her teeth before moving her face out of Emma’s breasts for the time being. Emma howled in pain again as Staci worked her fingers inside her once again, bringing her nails into play cruelly as looked to break Emma down. Again now, The Goddess upped the ante, delivering a headbutt to Emma’s face to stun her as she released the crotch claw and Emma slumped back against the turnbuckles looking a little stunned. As Staci slashed her nails across Emma’s belly, returning her a little more to her senses with that sharp pain, I realised that the entire fight for the last six or seven minutes now had taken part in that same corner with Emma crowded in against the turnbuckle. It seemed part of the strategy for Staci was just that; to crowd Emma in, swarm her, and not give the space to use her physical advantages. Now the jet-haired fighter spun Emma and with a grip of her auburn hair, she sent her face hard into the top turnbuckle. A clubbing blow across the back followed, but when Staci went back to the hair looking to drive Emma’s face into the buckle again, Emma braced herself with both hands on the top rope and then surprised Staci with an elbow to the face.

Finally, there was scope for Emma to escape the corner for the first time in a while and she did so with a running clothesline that bowled Staci hard to the mat. As Staci rolled to all fours, Emma raked her back roughly with her finger nails, then she pulled the jet-haired fighter to her feet, whipping a right hand into Staci’s body before she put everything into sending her hard into the opposite corner with an Irish Whip. Staci steadied her balance with a grip of those top ropes and that opened her body up for Emma to start to swing hard body punches into her unprotected body. Staci took three hard shots before she decided she ought to defend herself, tucking her arms in for defence. That left her open and surprised as Emma went for an even more basic attack, closing both hands around Staci’s throat in a straight up choke. ‘Nnnngghhhh!’ Staci wheezed as she felt Emma’s hands closing in on her throat, threatening to engulf her in the kind of darkness that would surely be followed by a knockout win for Emma. Staci batted at Emma’s powerful arms now, almost a whimper of pain and possibly fear that seemed to be betrayed by her eyes. Emma spotted it, knew she was getting to Staci, that perhaps she was on the verge of forcing a submission or simply grinding Staci down to a knockout. She pressed in closer, getting more force behind the choke, flicking her auburn hair as she challenged ‘come on Goddess……I thought that you were tougher!’

Staci whimpered and whined, taking the choke but not looking like escaping it until she was sure that Emma had dropped her guard, and then she struck hard, two knee lifts to the pussy that drew shrieks from Emma as she slumped to the mat on her knees. Her hands went to her crotch, grabbing it as she groaned loudly, still in pain. On her knees at the feet of The Goddess was not a good place to be either, and Staci made her pay the price with a knee right to the point of the jaw. That put Emma down on her back for a moment as Staci came in with what perhaps looked like being a leg drop; in fact, she dropped butt first, right on Emma’s stomach, crushing the air from her to leave my wife gasping for air down on the mat. It seemed still relatively early in the match, but Staci climbed off Emma, raising her arms to the crowd as she did so, looking supremely confident. Emma followed Staci to her feet, with a considerable amount of encouragement by Staci using a double handful of hair, before she was rocked by a slashing nail rake across the breasts and a right hand to the jaw. For one so comparatively slight, Staci quite evidently hit pretty hard and definitely hit accurately, rocking Emma back into the opposite neutral corner to where much of the action had taken place so far.

Immediately, Staci ploughed her shoulder deep into Emma’s body, driving it in deep to crush the air from Emma’s lungs. Emma sagged forward across Staci’s shoulder and found a target as she did, sinking her nails into her ass. The Goddess shrieked, then told Emma to ‘get your fucking nails out of my arse, cunt!’ She had a plan to stop Emma’s attack though, driving a shoulder in again and then she sunk her teeth into Emma’s belly, making Emma scream in pain. Her head thrown back in agony, Emma’s hands went to Staci’s hair, trying desperately to prise her teeth away from her body. Again, Staci had Emma distracted, her attention fully fixed on trying to break the biting attack; Staci was already crouched low, and took advantage of the position to deliver a low blow, punching her straight in the crotch.

‘Aaaaggghhhhh!’ Emma cried out loudly as she felt knuckles slam into her womanhood, and Staci wasn’t done there, landing with another crotch shot as she broke off her biting attack. Now, The Goddess pressed her body in tight against Emma, knee grinding in her pussy as she made sure for the time being that Emma stayed upright in the corner. She was looking supremely confident and definitely in control of things, shifting her body to the side just a little now so that she could hammer in some short punches to the body. Each punch drew a small groan of pain from Emma; the punches weren’t individually devastating but the speed and volume of them had Emma in trouble. Then, Staci switched her tactics again, thrusting her body into corner to catch Emma with a shoulder under the chin which looked to have her a little dazed. Staci cruelly sunk her nails into Emma’s left breast now, clawing it hard as the look of pain written on Emma’s face showed exactly how she felt about it. Staci allowed a bit of space between the two now, and as Emma quickly latched on to her breasts now, The Goddess let out a little whine that sounded somewhere between pain and pleasure. Then she cut Emma off again with a knee to the body; it seemed to me that Staci was offering Emma openings, knowing that she would take them only to find that when she focussed on that, Staci was already attacking her in a different way. As Emma slumped over a little in the corner, right hand clutching the top rope. I realised that it was an excellent strategy. Staci, the master tactician was manipulating her opponent and attacking her where she simply wasn’t expecting it.

An uppercut to the breasts straightened Emma up in the corner now, and she tried to force Staci off her with a double slap to the breasts, hoping to buy herself some time. Staci groaned, cursing herself for getting caught as she was staggered back by the force of the blow. As Emma came out of the corner though, Staci was a step ahead of her, slashing her fingers across Emma’s breasts before catching her with a kick to the body. A push to chest sent Emma back to the corner and once more Staci rushed in with shoulders to the body, driven in hard, drawing a cry of pain from Emma each time they landed. Staci was breaking Emma’s core down a little bit more each time they landed too, each shoulder accompanied by a triumphant shout from The Goddess who felt the fight starting to drain from Emma. Six shoulders landed to the cost of one fist crashed down across her shoulders, Staci liking the balance of this action in the corner as she now grabbed Emma’s left leg. Driving a knee into the inside of Emma’s thigh, Staci quickly had that leg threaded out over the middle rope to add to Emma’s predicament. Then The Goddess tested Emma out once more, this time with a claw hold to the stomach, probing there the weaknesses her multiple shoulders to the body in the corner had doubtless caused. As her fingers and sharp nails dug deep into Emma’s abs now, a roar of pain, followed by a shriek of ‘Aiiieeeee!’ came from Emma as she fought against the pain. She managed to get her leg from off the middle rope now, trying to stomp on Staci’s feet; The Goddess avoided that deftly though and hammered Emma to the belly once more with a hard right hand and an elbow smash. That set Emma back against the turnbuckle for a nail slash across the breasts, and as she grabbed for her breasts in pain once more, Staci had her leg back out across the middle rope.

Standing back just a little, it seemed like Staci might be admiring her handiwork; instead, she hit Emma with a crotch busting kick. Emma howled in pain, hanging onto the top rope as Staci headed to the outside of the ring now, a buzz running around the room as The Goddess started to climb to the top turnbuckle behind Emma, a move so rarely seen in these circles. As everyone wondered what Staci’s plan was, she grabbed Emma’s auburn hair firmly from behind as she took a seat on the top turnbuckle. Using that hair hold, her plan was almost immediately evident as she pulled Emma firmly into a tight figure four head scissors. Her right leg passed across Emma’s throat, below the chin as Emma’s head had been wrenched back by the hair, tucked in behind her left knee; the hold every bit as effective as any sleeper hold. Delivered with the shapely yet powerful legs of The Goddess, it was a hold that might spell curtains for Emma if she was unable to escape it quickly. That handful of hair from Staci meant escape was far from easy for Emma. Leg still threaded over the middle rope, hand holding the top rope, she was in big trouble as she pawed at the legs wrapped in so tightly around her throat. ‘Give it up slut, I’ve got you!’ Staci admonished Emma who rasped ‘No! Never!’ in reply, earning her a slap around the top of the head from Staci as she continued to punish the auburn-haired fighter. ‘Oh, you will bitch, or it’s nighty night!’ Staci ominously warned.

‘No!’ Emma rasped again, firm in her refusal, but she was struggling to find anything that she could use to fight back here. She managed to get her leg back inside the ring again from across the middle rope, realising at least that a solid base might help her. She started to pull a little more effectively at Staci’s legs for a moment too it seemed, but the scissor hold was acting increasingly like a sleeper hold and Emma slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, was starting to fade. Now she scratched a little desperately at Staci’s legs as the darkness threatened to break in at the edge of her vision. The Goddess held firm, knowing that to do so was to keep Emma in huge trouble; she planted her hands on the top turnbuckle now, foregoing the hair pull to allow her to raise her hips and put that extra pressure on Emma. It was effective too, Emma’s eyes going wide with fear and surprise as she felt Staci’s legs suddenly choking the fight out of her with increasing power and certainty. Emma scratched and pulled at Staci’s legs once more; then she looked to be subdued by the hold. The Goddess wasn’t done yet though with her changes of tactics to keep Emma off balance. Even at the apparent verge of victory, she had one more switch up her sleeve for Emma, releasing the choking scissors and kicking Emma in the back of the head from her position on the top turnbuckle behind her, sending Emma to the mat. Emma’s lights were well and truly dimmed it seemed as Staci slipped down lightly from the top turnbuckle into the ring. Emma had dropped on her front, and Staci forced her to her feet one last time before showing her hidden power to lift and body slam Emma with surprising ease at the centre of the ring. There, like a goddess ascending to her throne, Staci took up her seat, directly on Emma’s face in a full weight reverse face sit. One hard punch to the stomach, followed by a double tit maul and it was surely all over as Staci asked ‘submit bitch?’

It was a request that fell on deaf ears though it seemed as Staci then demanded ‘check her ref, the bitch is out!’

‘Get off her then, let me check!’ the referee suggested to Staci who immediately countered with ‘you can check her while I’m sat on her!’

The referee raised Emma’s hand, twice letting it drop limply to the mat. The third time it was raised, once more there was no resistance from Emma as her hand dropped to the mat. ‘She’s out; it’s over!’ the referee confirmed, raising Staci’s hand as the victor. ‘Fetch me my belts, would you?’ Staci asked the referee as she now stood over Emma, hands on hips, a dominant look in her eyes. The referee handed Staci the UK Fight Club and Hong Kong belts now, as she stood one foot either side of Emma who still lay on the mat at her feet. Then, the Smythe championship belt was strapped around her waist, the other two belts draped at her shoulders as the new unified champion showed off her hardware. More than that, she created a symbolism too, stood over Emma like that, a symbolism that simply said ‘I’m better than you!’

‘Hand me the microphone’ Staci demanded now, reaching down to slap Emma’s face to bring her round. ‘This’ she said, microphone in hand ‘is something you’d better get used to. Not just Emma, but any woman who thinks they’re a championship catfighter. There’s a new order to things, and I’m the girl your mummies warned you not to play with bitches…’ Staci told the gathered crowd, dropping the microphone and heading for the exit to the applause of a somewhat surprised crowd.

Now it was my job to get Emma up and back to her own changing room, a little unsteady on her feet following the crushing defeat. Just as I’d seen Claire bested and bereft of confidence to go on fighting after her loss to Yuki Yammamoto, I thought I saw some similar signs in Emma’s eyes right now. That might be a problem for another day, but I wondered now when I might see either of my two deposed champions back in action, and definitely, when they might be back to their confident best. For now, it was Staci who was the top cat in the world of catfighting though, there was no doubting that.