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Cry Baby
By Wolfboy
Staci faces a title rematch as a secret is revealed
Staci had made one defence of her three titles, putting paid to a title challenger put forward by the Hong Kong syndicate. Once again, The Goddess had looked to be on the ropes at times early in the fight against South African Roxanne Bright. That had been to discount the champion’s toughness and with the defence under Hong Kong rules, she’d used her acrylic nails to mark up Roxanne pretty badly before finishing her with a long, grinding, face sit. Now she would face a more familiar rival in Kathryn Bridge for her second defence of all three titles, this to be held under UK Fight Club rules. Or at least under their organisation anyway, as challenger Kathryn had asked for a one fall to a knockout fight. No other rules, no time limit. She even told Staci to wear her acrylic nails, warning ominously, ‘if you use them on me, I’ll break your fucking fingers, bitch!’
Where Staci had remained quiet before their first match when Kathryn had threatened that she was going to make her cry in beating her, now as an undisputed champion, Staci was a little more vocal in the build up. ‘Another empty threat’ she opined when told of Kathryn’s promise in the build up to this fight. ‘What was it last time?’ she asked rhetorically, pausing a moment for dramatic effect before going on ‘yes...that’s right, she was going to make me cry wasn’t she? Well, I think we all remember how that panned out for you Kathryn….and this time, maybe I’ll make you into a little cry baby….bitch!’ she said, evidently more than happy to accept Kathryn’s challenge.
I found myself then sat between Emma and Sara for this one, the two old rivals both electing to take this one in from the comfort of our lounge rather than being mat side in the fight club. Each with a glass of wine in hand, each enjoying throwing barbs at ‘the poison pixie’ as they had now dubbed Staci. They were pretty much agreed though that Staci would run out on top here though. ‘She broke Kathryn and toyed with her before’ Emma suggested, ‘I don’t see how she’s going to turn that around here?’
‘You’re probably right on that’ Sara agreed. ‘The fact that Kathryn has asked for a one fall fight suggests she doesn’t want to go long here, because she’s worried Staci will really hurt her again in a long one. She’s probably not wrong though, that poison pixie bitch is always out to hurt’ the strawberry blonde suggested.
‘She’s a vicious cow’ Emma affirmed, but she went on to say ‘I want her to win though. I want my belt back from her!’
‘Same here’ Sara admitted, then she laughed ‘we really have to stop agreeing like this Emma, it’s just not us!’
As the two rivals laughed about that, I kind of found myself wondering, were they really still rivals at all now? My guess was that they were friendlier now of course, but it probably wouldn’t take to much to get them to go at it properly once more. But now, there was more telling action immediately at hand; the main event of the evening for what they were now calling ‘the unified world catfighting title.’ Unified but not undisputed I suspected, certainly if one or two more organisations around the world were to have their say. First to the mat in her home club, the East of England fight club, was the challenger Kathryn. She’d taken up her rematch clause with Staci, elected to have it held at her home club as was her right, and she planned to make Staci pay under these very simple rules. She was quickly joined on the mats by Staci, as ever dressed in her black micro dress and Laboutin heels, her lithe body adorned by three title belts. As with the fight club we’d been to a couple of times, the fight area was slightly sunken, rows of fans packed in around the mats to view the action. The referee at this club was a pretty strict looking black woman in a black and white catsuit. She waited at the side of the mats for the time being though as the announcer took centre stage, introducing the match as a no holds barred one fall match for the unified title.
‘First of all’ he continued ‘let me introduce you to the challenger for this evening. She represents the East of England fight club, she is The Mistress of Pain, Kathryn Bridge!’ The crowd cheered for their local fighter as the announcer continued to say ‘Kathryn is 5 feet 7 inches tall, weighs in at 156lbs, and measures 36D-28-38. Her overall catfight record is 71 fights with 64 wins. In Fight Club action, she has won 20 total submissions, amassing 95 submissions and 1 knockout. She has conceded 15 submissions, 3 knockouts and 1 total submission….Kathryn’ he finished, pointing to the challenger who kept her robe on for now.
‘And her opponent, representing the Midlands area fight club is the current unified world catfight champion, The Goddess, Staci Goulding!’ The was applause for Staci, polite, restrained applause; the crowd was firmly behind the home fighter here it seemed. ‘Staci is 5 feet 5 inches tall, and weighs 126lbs, measuring 34C-23-36. She has a total catfight record of 24 fights, 24 wins. In fight club action’ he continued, ‘she has won 2 total submissions, 57 submissions, and conceded 2 submissions and 2 knockouts...Staci’ he finished, now leaving the mats as the room crackled with the electric atmosphere of a big fight almost ready to start. Staci removed her dress over her head now, kicking off her shoes and she revealed that she was naked apart from her shimmering hold up stockings. Across the mat, Kathryn smiled at what she saw. Staci had predicted that the challenger would, as she had in their first fight, be naked on the mats. Not today though; Kathryn removed her gown to reveal a pair of deep maroon coloured leather hot pants with a matching leather halter top, both garments as tight as if they had been sprayed on to her body. ‘Fucking nails aren’t doing shit through this, bitch!’ she sneered across the ring as Staci’s long, silver, acrylic nails suddenly looked like less of a factor. More to the point, had the champion made a mistake? Naked against a tough and clothed opponent in a one fall fight, it might seem to be a tall order for The Goddess. She looked confident enough though, simply telling Kathryn ‘we’ll see’. As she sat next to me, Emma said ‘the poison pixie has fucked up here, Kathryn is going to ruin her pussy!’
‘Fight!’ the referee instructed, both ladies leaving their corners to circle slowly, weighing each other up for a moment. Staci looked poised, perhaps expecting an onslaught to come in the early going from Kathryn, or perhaps to launch her own if she didn’t think she could afford to fight on the back foot in her usual style here. Possibly neither as both circled slowly for a little while longer, concentration intent on both faces as there was no physical contact, or even words exchanged throughout the first minute. Tense, but that wouldn’t last much longer as Kathryn caught Staci straying into range and nailed her with a straight punch to the mouth. Staci wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as Kathryn didn’t follow up the attack, maintaining her cautious opening stance. It was a one fall match and evidently, Kathryn wasn’t prepared to commit an early mistake by rushing in and looked to capitalise on a small opening. The circling started again, and Kathryn used her height advantage to lash a fast slap out at Staci’s head, cuffing the champion around the top of it; this time though, she paid the price a little, taking a fast kick to the inside of her left thigh.
Staci’s speed could be a problem for Kathryn if she let it be, but she intended to the slow the jet haired champion up though, ignoring the fast kick to work to the body, two solid punches slamming into Staci’s naked torso. Her strategy was to punish her with work to the body then it seemed, but as Staci’s arms dropped to defend herself against that, Kathryn latched on to a double nipple twist. The expression on the champion’s face may not have changed, but she couldn’t help but gasp out involuntarily as the challenger roughly tweaked her nipples. Kathryn barely had time to look pleased with her early attack though before Staci stamped hard on her right foot, and sent the challenger hobbling away with a pained look on her face. Now it was Staci who chose not to follow up against Kathryn. Staci may have to be more proactive under the one fall rules perhaps, but it still wasn’t going to be her style to chase down a relatively fresh opponent either. Instead, she waited for the challenger to walk back in towards her before she darted in to slash her sharp nails across Kathryn’s stomach. ‘Leather gear not helping much there bitch’ Staci allowed herself to gloat at the appearance of the angry nail marks across Kathryn’s body. A smile was on her face too; she was always happy to put the hurt on her opponent, and she followed up with two fast right hand slaps to the face, rocking Kathryn a little. The fiery redhead challenger had to try to fight smart, but that wasn’t always easy against Staci who seemed to have a way of getting under an opponent’s skin to make them lose their cool.
In this case, another slash of those nails raised Kathryn’s fury that little bit more, and a slap to the face just kept the fire burning as Staci cockily tried to skip back out of range. Not so easily done though when Kathryn lashed out her foot, catching Staci’s ankles and tripping the champion to the mat. An opening, and not one to be refused by Kathryn who barrelled into Staci as she tried to get up quickly, a knee to the side bowling her back to the mat in some pain. Gasping a little for air, Staci was quickly hauled to her feet by Kathryn who then unceremoniously dropped the lighter champion on her backside with a fierce uppercut to the jaw. Now, Staci found herself to be a sitting target as Kathryn grabbed a double handful of her hair, holding her in pace for two nasty knees to the breasts, delivered with harsh intent, before she put her palm in Staci’s face and pushed her on to her back.
‘The little cunt is going to get it now’ Sara suggested from the sofa next to me, a thought definitely agreed with by Emma as Kathryn’s home crowd cheered the challenger’s efforts. Hands in Staci’s glossy jet black hair, the challenger wasn’t settling for the damage she’d caused so far, wrenching Staci to her feet. Staci tried to retaliate with a nail slash again, only to be rocked by a straight right hand to the face, and it was Kathryn who was able to show an inventive and cruel streak. She controlled both of Staci’s hands, forcing the champion to close them over her own pert C cup breasts, so that her own acrylic nails were digging in, drawing a shriek of pain from her as she felt her own nails working to her detriment for the first time in a fight. ‘How do they feel bitch?’ Kathryn pretty much laughed in Staci’s face, enjoying the look of pain there for a moment, before she rocked Staci with a short headbutt straight to the face. A hand between Staci’s thighs then saw Kathryn lift and body slam Staci hard, with authority, there at the centre of the mats. An elbow drop followed up quickly, landing heavily across Staci’s chest, crushing her breasts and Kathryn asked the referee to start the count, hoping perhaps to have put Staci away already.
As it was, the count reached 12 of the required 20 seconds for a knockout before Staci had made it to all fours. That was enough to stop the count, but it was also enough to present her body for a big kick from the champion, Kicking the wind out of an opponent was always a good move in a fight to a knockout, and as Staci rolled across the mats, groaning loudly in pain, Kathryn invited another count to start. Now the referee reached 14, before Staci tried to get quickly to her feet to avoid the possibility of another kick from Kathryn. That she avoided it came as scant consolation as Kathryn instead flattened her with a clothesline almost as soon as she had got upright. This was starting to look like the beginning of a beat down from the flame haired challenger who landed a big leg drop, her thick thigh crashing down on Staci’s face, looking to put the champion in a daze. She had her set up nicely for a figure four head scissors now, slipping behind her and using a rough handful of hair to position her for the move. Thick, strong legs wrapped around her head, framing it perfectly, and Staci was in trouble here as the challenger started to rain in heavy handed slaps on her face as well, trying to beat the fight out of The Goddess. Staci tried to block, tried to defend her face, but she was taking these heavy handed shots more often than she was blocking them, each drawing just a little yelp of pain from the jet haired fighter.
‘How do you like that Goddess?’ Kathryn asked, her voice dripping with disdain as another slap crashed down on her face, quickly converting it to a hand smother as Staci writhed on the mat under this incessant punishment. ‘Maybe you should submit?’ Kathryn advised the champion now, ‘before I ruin you pretty little face bitch!’ she added ominously, slapping down hard again before she clamped that hand smother back on.
‘Mmmmfffff!’ Staci replied, which evidently was nothing to do with wanting to give up, not that she could have anyway as the referee reminded Kathryn, ‘it’s knockout only’ and the flame haired challenger upped her efforts to choke and smother her way to victory. Staci bridged, she kicked and squirmed, but she appeared well trapped, the back of her head held in firm against Kathryn’s leather covered crotch. Another slap landed hard to Staci’s face, a heavy handed blow to the nose and mouth immediately converted to a hand smother. The crowd stirred now, excited to see how their home fighter was dominating the action; was she on the verge of dethroning this ‘goddess’ and becoming the unified champion? ‘That’s it Kathryn, choke the cunt out!’ a voice from the crowd cried out as Staci moaned desperately ‘I can’t breathe!’ the sounds of it muffled by Kathryn’s hand pressed in roughly over her mouth. Desperation was etched on the face of Staci now who found herself in huge trouble. She wouldn’t have submitted even if it were an option, she was sure of that; for all her comparatively slight frame and her glamorous appearance, Staci was a hard woman. It didn’t matter how tough she was though if she was simply smothered to a knockout. She had to escape as Kathryn ripped at her hair, eliciting a scream from The Goddess. But she had those dangerous acrylic nails at her disposal, thanks to Kathryn’s confidence in allowing them, and she started to tear at Kathryn’s bare legs with them.
‘Fuck off bitch!’ Kathryn complained as Staci started to scratch her up pretty well before a sharp slap to the face stopped her again for the moment. The effects of her nails were clear enough to see though and she started down that line of attack again now, hurting Kathryn who cried out in pain and distress at Staci’s attack. A test then for Kathryn, did she think she could hold out and take the pain to finish Staci with the smother? The answer was no, it seemed, as Kathryn turned the scissor hold loose, stunned Staci with a slap to the face once more, and then scrambled clear to assess the damage caused by those sharp talons of the jet haired champion. Superficial enough it seemed as Kathryn came back in to grab Staci’s hair, shipping a right hand to the body that she shrugged off with a grunt before throwing Staci across the mats by the hair.
As Kathryn went in hot pursuit of the champion, Emma said ‘this could be a mistake; Steve, remember how she just let Kathryn throw her about a bit last time?’ she pointed out, referencing the fight where Staci had won the title from Kathryn. Still, the challenger caught up with Staci, straight back in the hair and landing a knee to the breasts before she forced her to her feet and threw her across the mats again. There was no doubt that Staci had landed heavily, looked a little winded, breathing heavily as Kathryn theatrically brushed her fingers clean of Staci’s hair to the approval of the home crowd here. Another grab of the hair, this time with a cruel grasp of Staci’s left breast too was enough to make sure that The Goddess followed her to her feet, and what followed next was as brutal a two minutes of catfighting you’re likely to see. As Kathryn revelled in her dominant position for a moment too long, Staci gritted her teeth and struck back hard and fast with a kick straight to the crotch. Kathryn was stunned, her hands dropped to her throbbing womanhood, as she stood in front of Staci who grabbed her shock of curly red hair and head butted her in the face to send Kathryn crumpling to the mat.
She didn’t get to stay there for long though as Staci grabbed her hair to force her into a seated position, kicking her hard in the stomach to drive the air out of the challenger’s lungs before forcing her to her feet. Immediately with a hand between Kathryn’s thighs, Staci hoisted her for a body slam, driving Kathryn back down hard to the mat. A knee drop followed, cruelly landing in the challenger’s ribs and the flame haired woman howled in pain, winded as she gasped for breath. Staci had her opening and she was likely to be ruthless as she forced Kathryn back to her feet, lifting her again to deliver an across the knee back breaker, targeting where she had delivered the knee drop only seconds earlier. An uneasy hush settled on the room now, as the crowd realised their fighter was in big trouble at the hands of a resurgent and malevolent champion. Staci raked Kathryn’s back with those sharp acrylics now down on the mat, drawing a loud, long shriek from Kathryn who squirmed beneath the attacks. Face down, Kathryn was trying to crawl clear of Staci who was stalking her, eventually putting paid to the challenger’s progress as she grabbed both ankles to stop her there.
There was a look of pure evil writ across Staci’s face as she used the grip of Kathryn’s legs to force her into a position where she could deliver a series of three hard kicks right to the pit of her stomach. Each one drew a groan from Kathryn who was slowly having the fight simply kicked out of her by the champion. Staci dropped her legs back to the mat heavily now, inviting the referee to ‘count the bitch out!’ as she stood back, eyeing Kathryn coolly, poised to strike. The referee started to toll off a slow count, towards the required count of 20 for a Fight Club knockout. ‘Stay down bitch’ Staci warned now, ominously adding ‘or you’ll taste my cunt punt, bitch!’
Kathryn was a fighter though at heart; she wasn’t going to stay down just because an opponent told her to. She had to be made to stay down if it was going to happen, and she reached all fours at a count of 15 so that the fight would continue. Not for long though is Staci had her way as she announced, ‘you asked for this, here’s the cunt punt!’ Now, on instinct, still on all fours, Kathryn reached her left hand back through her legs to try and provide some defence against Staci’s intended crotch kick. Which would have been fine if that had actually been Staci’s intent as she announced ‘and you’re the cunt!’ before delivering a brutal kick to the ribs that dropped Kathryn, groaning desperately, trying to catch her breath the mat. Staci wasn’t quite done though, not just yet, as she pulled Kathryn’s leather hot pants down now, making sure that there was then nothing between her knee cap and Kathryn’s pussy. The nasty knee drop finishing the job it seemed likely, as the champion went to sit on the top step of the sunken matted area, waiting for the count to be completed. A mere formality it turned out, Staci only standing up from the top step at a count of 19 so that her hand might be raised in victory, her title belts also returned to her possession. And of course, so that she might address the crowd too as she stood naked on the mats, having earned the grudging respect of those in attendance.
‘This’ she said, gesturing at Kathryn who was just being helped to her feet ‘is what’s going to happen to any woman who steps on to the mats with me. You all need to realise that I’m the best. I’m a nasty bitch who you can’t beat’ Staci said, ‘I’m the best, deal with it!’ she finished.
‘Well I’ll fight you, bitch!’ a voice from the crowd with a deep southern states accent offered. ‘Your title against mine, and I’ll beat you’ the voice said as the camera searched the crowd before setting on the Southern Belle’s champion, Heather.
‘You’re joking, right?’ Staci laughed, a little nervously it seemed. ‘I mean, I’d destroy you, just like I did this bitch’ she said, indicating Kathryn.
‘I’ll kick your ass, just like last time. You’re no goddess, you’re just a jumped up little cunt who seems to have forgotten something….’ Heather fired back.
‘You join the queue bitch. Your title carries no weight here!’ Staci replied, now dropping the microphone and starting to beat a hasty retreat from the match towards the changing rooms.
‘That’s right Staci’ Heather mocked now ‘you run away like a scared little girl’ she called after the champion’s hastily retreating back. ‘You know I handled you before and you conveniently forget to include it in your perfect record. Well I’m coming for you; you hear me!’ she finished as Staci had fairly bolted from the room and the excitement that was building in there. Did Heather really own a victory that tarnished the flawless record of The Goddess?
‘Interesting’ Sara mused out loud. ‘For one thing, what’s that bitch Heather doing over here? But also, does she claim to have a victory over that vicious poison pixie as well?’ she asked.
‘Well’ Emma replied, ‘that definitely seem to be what she’s claiming I would say. And I think we need to know all about how she did it in that case’ she said, looking at me.
‘Leave it to me ladies’ I smiled. ‘If the answer is out there somewhere, I’ll find it...’