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Kowloon Crush
By Wolfboy
Staci defends the Hong Kong title, against a Russian powerhouse
‘AAAGGGHHHHH! OOOOWWWWW!’ the embattled Goddess, Staci Goulding screamed out, trapped in the crushing embrace of the Russian powerhouse Maria Anatova. ‘NOOOOOOO!’ she yelled defiantly as the muscular blonde demanded that she submit to her crushing bearhug now. This had been nothing like Staci’s previous experiences in the cage, winning and then defending her Hong Kong title. Then she had appeared imperious, almost untouchable, able to resist her opponent’s attacks and then punish them mercilessly. ‘AAAGGHHH!’ she screamed again as the Russian cranked her arms once more, the power packed forearms grinding deeper into Staci’s body, threatening to crack her ribs. She screamed once more, betraying the fragility that there appeared to be in the armour of The Goddess today. A frailty that had perhaps been started by the revelation from the Southern Belles champion, Heather, that she wasn’t quite the unbeaten, untouchable fighter that she’d claimed to be. Now as Maria rag-dolled her around her in her arms some fans close to the walls of the cage thought they saw tears forming in the eyes of the jet haired fighter who was looking more and more like an over matched lightweight toy for the Russian muscle-girl.
‘NOOOOOOO!’ she screamed out again as Maria demanded ‘submit little bitch or I’ll break you!’
Staci pushed her hands into Maria’s face now, desperately trying to find something, anything, that would give her some separation from the powerful blonde who continued to torment her in the bearhug. ‘Please….’ Staci moaned now, seemingly in despair, on the verge of defeat perhaps at the hands of this Russian nightmare.
The evening had started in the usual style for Staci of course, the glamorous jet haired jezabel sauntering confidently to the cage, three title belts adorning her body. She had worn her usual black mini dress and Laboutin heels to walk to the cage, leaving the heels at the door, as she confidently entered the unforgiving structure to face Maria. She’d eyed the muscle-girl with a thinly veiled contempt, knowing that she had experience as a wrestler, but not in the true female combat sport of catfighting. Both women had paced back and forth, eyeing each other like a pair of caged lionesses during the introductions then. As was traditional, the challenger was introduced first at 5 feet 7 inches and 163lbs, 40B-23-38, and she boasted a record of 10 wins and 1 defeat, all in submission wrestling. Hardly a record to concern a Goddess, Staci had scoffed from across the ring while the Russian kept on her floor length robe for now. Then Staci had been introduced, 5 feet 5 inches and 127lbs, 34C-23-35; an image of sheer catfighting perfection in her mind. Her perfect record had been announced too, 26 straight wins she smiled at hearing, only to then hear the Russian laughing from across the ring.
Unabashed, she’d pulled her black dress over her head with a flourish, standing in the cage in just a black thong, the waistband of which was encrusted with three diamanté stars, one for each of her titles, and a pair of sheer black hold-up stockings. The crowd gasped to see her body, to the delight of Staci, then they gasped again in awe as the Russian dropped her rope to the floor to show them a body seemingly hewn out of stone. She had managed to retain her femininity, but there was no doubt that Maria was a hard bodied woman, with power to burn. She wore just the tiniest of metallic blue G-strings and a look of extreme confidence, something which Staci felt to be wavering in her right now, just the tiniest bit. She’d fought bigger women before of course, a couple of muscle-girls too, but none that had looked at her like Maria did now. Staci got the distinct impression the Russian just felt that she was a toy for her.
The fight itself had started just like most of Staci’s did, with her on the back foot, but today not under a barrage of attacks. Maria was more patient than most, only looking to strike when she knew Staci was in range, never looking to engage when she felt the jet haired woman was baiting a trap for her. Staci had quickly learned that Maria hit hard too, one right hand just on the waistband of the champion really taking the steam out of her, putting Staci into a full retreat. Ordinarily, not a problem for a champion who often liked to fight on the back foot, but today she found Maria swarming after her, found her attempts of counter attacks simply bouncing off the hard bodied Russian who stalked her with the instincts of a hunter. A slap to the face would bully Staci in one direction, only for a punch to come straight in from that direction to really punish her. Maria looked confident, finally corralling The Goddess in against the mesh side of the cage, and that started the exchange that had led to the champion finding herself in that vice like bear hug. As she’d gone in to trap Staci against the wall with a handful of hair gripped along with the mesh wall, Staci had struck back with a knee to the body, then one to the crotch, the crowd stirring as they recognised the usual counter attacking style of the champion coming into play. Maria backed up, Staci went for a kick to the body, and found her leg caught by the Russian who chopped her down cruelly with a right hand to the jaw. Staci was lifted again by the hair, looking a little unsteady there against the mesh wall of the cage as Maria splashed her. Trapped between the wall and a hard woman, the air was crushed from Staci’s body.
Maria had brought Staci off the wall now, waist locked her and delivered a pussy pounding atomic drop with ease. Then she had refused to let Staci crumple to the mat, instead using her powerful physique to lift her into the bearhug that the champion was still trapped in now. She looked to be fading too as Maria rag-dolled her once more, demanding ‘give up little girl!’ of the champion.
‘NOOOO! AIIIEEEE!’ Staci moaned now, the hold taking a toll on her, Maria’s arms as uncomfortable as an iron corset two sizes too small for her as they bore into her, giving her all the pain she could handle. She pushed a hand into the face of the blonde weakly again, just trying to gain any kind of respite from the crushing hold. It may have been true that Maria was a wrestler and not really a catfighter, but she was using those fundamental wrestling skills to give Staci a whole world of trouble here in the cage. It was a simple one submission catfight too, one without breaks or rounds, one without a time limit too, meaning it was gut check time for Staci; escape the hold, suffer or submit. She didn’t have the power to break Maria’s grasp with her own arms having tried to force a hand inside the constricting grip already to no avail. She pushed weakly at the blonde’s face before removing her hand quickly, more than a little surprised to find Maria biting at her fingers. The wrestler had learned to get a bit catty, but in doing so she sparked Staci’s fighting memory into action; she wasn’t a plaything for this muscle-bound mauler, she was The Goddess and she was a catfighter!
Still, she whined loudly as Maria worked her arms powerfully once again, the effect of the bearhug undeniable to Staci who still had her feet held clear of the mat by the blonde. She threw her head back in pain, but had Maria been looking closely enough she would have noted a change in expression from Staci now. She knew now that she needed to escape the hold and quickly; she was fading and she knew it, and no matter how tough she was, Maria would simply squeeze her out in the end. In the end though, her route to freedom was simple enough, a nasty, vicious rake of the suddenly shrieking Russian’s eyes enough to see her dropped back to her feet on the mat. Free of the vice like grip of Maria’s arms, Staci hungrily sucked in a couple of gulps of air, but she knew that she needed to attack right now to turn the tide of the match. Right there in front of her, where before she had seen a muscular menace, now she saw a temporarily blinded target, standing a little wide legged as she had been while holding the bear hug. She struck, hard and decisively with a fierce kick to the crotch now; Maria groaned, grabbing for her assaulted womanhood and Staci caught her with a right hand on the way to the mat. The punch carried speed and no little power and it sent the Russian to the mat a little glassy eyed as it snapped her head to the side.
In that instant, Staci held the upper hand but she knew she had to capitalise, probably to not even allow this powerhouse to regain her feet. Down on the mats, her power was negated to some degree and Staci set about her with a fervour that belied the pain she still felt in her ribs. She kicked hard, into the side of the blonde who was on all fours on the mat, then up again in to the belly as the first kick had failed to completely take the wind out of Maria. Rock hard body or now, Maria felt that second kick, rolling to her back, suddenly gasping for air to the delight of Staci who wanted to keep up the tempo of her attacks. Maria was clutching her body with her right arm now, and Staci pulled that arm slowly away from her body, bending Maria’s thumb back painfully as she did so to make sure she slowly complied with her intent. As soon as she had Maria’s hand flat to the mat, she stomped on it, causing the blonde to cry out in pain as she ground her heel into her hand. It was classic catfighting in Staci’s style all of a sudden, hard hitting, nasty and done with intention to hurt her opponent. Now the jet haired jezabel let out something of a war cry, jumping into the air to land with a double knee drop to the body of the muscular mauler and the fight turned inexorably into her favour now it appeared.
Maria was winded by the double knee drop to the body, and she was gasping for breath down on the mat. She found the oxygen to shriek loudly in pain and anguish though as Staci now raked her sharp black acrylic nails across the blonde’s body though, searing her skin and raising angry furrows across her pale skin. Those nails had been a feature of Staci’s Hong Kong title matches where she had used them to punish many an opponent. As Maria screamed again, that proved the feature of all of Staci’s matches to date; that she was a resilient fighter who loved to hurt her opponents when she got on top against them. Satisfied for now with the work done by her sharp nails, Staci got to her feet momentarily, only to deliver a harsh stomp to the blonde’s belly, her washboard abs doing little now to protect her from Staci’s onslaught. Breathing heavily on the mat, Maria rolled slowly to her belly before Staci delivered a heavy elbow drop to the back of the head to keep the Russian fighter in trouble. It was a fight moving well into Staci’s favour as she took up a seat on the back of Maria’s head, grinding her face into the mat, before she used that grip of the thumb again to manipulate Maria’s left arm up her back into a hammerlock. That was just part of a plan though to keep the arm out of the way, so that Staci could ball up her right fist and slam three hard punches into her rib cage.
Maria gasped for air as Staci got off her only to deliver a kick to the ribs now, making the blonde suffer some more at her behest. Then Staci surprised everyone by going to the hair to bring Maria up to her feet. Surely the blonde’s impressive power could only come back into play if she was on her feet? That was true of course, but Staci had noted the one thing most in attendance had failed to spot yet; Maria had expended a lot of energy in the early going with that long, punishing bearhug. She was a tired fighter as Staci stood in front of her and slapped her face hard. ‘You’re all the same!’ Staci laughed, blocking a weak punch and slapping her in the face again, ‘five minutes of fighting and you’re exhausted. Big dumb bitch!’ she mocked, prompting Maria to swing for her again. Once more Staci blocked it, taunting ‘is that it bitch? Do you have anything else?’ before she went with a straight right hand to the body, making sure to snatch a bit more breath from Maria’s tiring body. Another slap to the face now, simply dripping with disdain for the muscle girl was almost an attempt by Staci to slap some fire back into the Russian blonde. It worked too, Maria roaring with fury and rushing Staci back to the cage wall, but as she hit it, Staci responded perfectly with a knee lift to the pussy, and Maria melted to her knees there in front of The Goddess. ‘You’re nothing bitch. Nothing! Your stupid muscles can’t help you now!’ she taunted before she used a knee to the face to bowl Maria on to her back on the mat.
Maria was flat out in a daze as Staci took her time now, surveying the hard bodied woman that she had seemingly chopped down to a more manageable size now. A kick to the ribs drew a groan, she stepped on the blonde’s outstretched right hand, grinding her fingers to the mat. Reaching her legs, Staci traced her sharp acrylic nails down the blonde’s powerfully muscled legs from thigh to ankle, where she gripped the right ankle firmly. Quickly, she had the left leg too, and immediately sent in hard kicks to the back of each thigh, softening up the Russian woman who groaned in pain under the concerted assault. With the blonde’s legs still spread, an evil smile crossed Staci’s face; the perfect target was right in front of her and she took it with delight as she delivered a knee drop to the crotch. Maria screamed at the impact of knee on crotch, Staci smirked, got to her feet and immediately repeated the move, eliciting another loud shriek of anguish.
Now Staci got to her feet again, announcing ‘I think that G-string is protecting you too much, cunt!’ and she proceeded to pull it roughly into a wedgie, enjoying that the sturdy metallic fabric wasn’t quick to rip as it cut into Maria’s pussy. Indeed, it took the jet haired fighter quite an effort to get the seemingly flimsy garment to tear, not that she minded too much as she worked away to the soundtrack of Maria’s cries of pain. Only now did the Russian blonde start to try to force Staci off her, taking a handful of her jet black hair as it strayed close to her grasp, Staci grimaced as she felt the strong pull on her hair, the burning sensation in her scalp, but she ignored it, working as she was to finally tear the blonde’s G-string away. Now she quickly looked to put paid to Maria’s hair pulling, shifting to kneel on her belly before sending two hard punches to her now naked crotch. The blonde moaned loudly in pain, trying hard to cling on to the hair, but a third punch put paid to that, and once more, Maria was flat out at the mercy of Staci. Which was a bad place to be, because Staci was hardly a woman who was known for showing opponents mercy.
Indeed, that was definitely the case today as Staci got to her feet, adjusting her thong so that it rode just right on her hips, and then delivered a snap leg drop with across the throat of the ailing muscle-girl. It was almost the end of the fight, that was clear, and all that remained was for Staci to deliver the coup de grace, and sit on the blonde’s face to smother her out. Something she did in style, adopting a reverse face sit, but stretching her legs out on top of Maria’s body to ensure that her butt carried as much of her slender 127lb frame as she could. Maria squirmed and kicked at first of course, suddenly painfully aware that she was trapped in a real fight finishing move here. Staci was imperious though, an almost bored expression on her face as she rode out those early attempts to dislodge her. Maria got desperate, her breathing increasingly ragged, her attempts to escape weakening as they grew more and more ineffective. It was game over, the muscle-bound blonde no longer able to resist, as she cried out ‘I submit’ from beneath Staci’s ass, forcing the referee to tell Staci to break the hold because she’d won the match.
She may have won, but the jet haired jezabel wasn’t quite done there. As was often the case, Staci felt the need to point some sort of exclamation point on her victory; in this case, the object of her ire was the false eye lashes worn by Maria. Taking up a schoolgirl pin position now, high on the blonde’s chest, trapping her arms in at her side, she took a strong grip of Maria’s blonde hair with her left hand. Then with her right hand, she grabbed those false lashes, and started to slowly, painfully peel them off the screaming blonde’s eye lid. Throwing the first set of lashes to the side, Staci moved immediately to the other eye to repeat the move, this time looking directly into the camera as she started to remove the lashes. Over Maria’s sobs of protest now, Staci said ‘you see, this is what you get. If you challenge me for my titles, you need to bear this in mind bitches. You can’t beat me; you will get hurt and humiliated like blondie here’ she finished, throwing the second set of lashes at the camera. Only then did she get off Maria to allow the referee to adorn her with the three title belts which she paraded around the cage to show the crowd now. She was confident, imperious; unbeatable and unbeaten in her own mind maybe, but tonight had seen her in trouble significantly for the first time that we had seen. She hadn’t looked in control during that crushing bearhug as she had so often in the past.
Now though, perhaps as if she remembered that early show of weakness, Staci spotted that Maria was trying to struggle to all fours, and she realised that it was a chance to erase that weakness from the minds of most watching. Taking aim, she delivered another crunching kick to the ribs to roll Maria on to her back. Then she spread the blonde’s legs once more, dropping to her knees to deliver a headbutt to the crotch to leave the blonde fighter writhing in pain down on the mat in the centre of the cage. Staci headed for the door now, satisfied with what she saw behind her as she left Maria groaning in pain. She was still the top cat in the world of catfighting, though she had no doubt that even sterner challenges were about to come her way.