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Give It Back

By Wolfboy

Emma gets her chance at Staci, and she thinks she has the tactic to make it pay

Emma and Sara had both been preparing privately for their chances to take on Staci Goulding, and they hoped, to reclaim their titles from The Goddess. Key to their strategy had been the Southern Belle’s champion Heather and her claim to have beaten Staci previously. Unsurprisingly, a search of The Southern Belle’s online archive of matches revealed nothing; for Staci to be denying it, the match had to have been held in private. Surprisingly, it was Sara’s forthright approach to her past rival Heather which had turned up the answer both wanted.

‘How the fuck did you of all people beat that bitch?’ she’d simply asked Heather in a terse opening to their phone call.

‘Well fuck you too bitch!’ Heather had shot back icily, but she continued ‘I will tell you though, because she’s a lying, devious little harlot. At least when I beat your worthless ass, you didn’t hide from it. The secret was simple enough. She’s a nasty, tough little bitch and she was all over me. She’d only had something like four fights at the time, and I fought her in private for four sponsors who wanted to find out what she had’ Heather has stated. ‘And that was plenty it seemed. There were no rules so she bit me, blacked my eye and went after my tits hard. She almost had me, and then in desperation I started to finger fuck the little cunt!’ Heather revealed. ‘I only did it as a distraction tactic, but it was like I’d flicked a switch, and from that point on, she just couldn’t fight. I finished up knocking her out with the tits that she’d been trying to rip off my chest for most of the fight!’ she finished.

‘That simple?’ Sara asked. ‘I mean, it does make some sense because that kind of stuff can be like an off switch with some girls’ she admitted.

‘Hey, it worked for me’ Heather told her. ‘Shame is that the video of the match never saw the light of say, and that little bitch still claims that she’s unbeaten. If you can use that to get your title back, great. Just know that I’ll be coming after it then, bitch!’ she warned Sara.

‘Title versus title’ Sara smiled. ‘I’d like that. But I have to deal with her first. I hope you can wait for me!’

So Sara might well have hooked herself another champion versus champion match, and perhaps more important than even that, she had perhaps unlocked the secret to beating Staci. However, she wouldn’t get first chance to do so. With Emma’s recent forays into using more sex fighting moves anyway, it had been decided between the two that she would take aim at The Goddess first. It was also determined that Emma would fight just for the Smythe Title, leaving the Hong Kong title and U.K. Fight Club title with Staci if she were successful in her challenge. Sara would then challenge for the Hong Kong belt with neither wishing to add any credence to Staci’s U.K. Fight Club title by challenging for that it seemed. A plan was in pace, and Staci was invited back to the Smythe Mansion to defend the title, in a match where she had chosen to fight Emma in the tight confines of the pool fight room. A tight, close quarters environment was sure to be able to test both women who wouldn’t have to go looking for each other when the match begun. On the face of it, that location didn’t seem to suit Staci's counterattacking style so well. Maybe she thought she could fight at pace and tire Emma out quickly before finishing her off. Would that prove to be an apt turn of phrase I wondered. Given how long it had taken Emma to return to fighting after her last defeat to Staci, how would she react if she was to suffer another loss to The Goddess here?

She would have to fight topless in this title fight which would be fought under simple rules devised by Staci. Unlimited rounds of 8 minutes each would be fought without any submissions being honoured at any point. ‘When I’ve ripped your big fat tits up bitch, you can end it by saying I quit. Those are the only words that will end the fight’ Staci had told Emma in a pre fight meeting to arrange rules. ‘Well, I look forward to hearing you say that then’ Emma had smiled evenly in return, but the pre match talk certainly centred around how Staci had won last time, and what could Emma do differently in return here? Staci was the bookmakers favourite certainly, but as I accompanied Emma towards the drained pool, it was clear that she was the crowd favourite in the room from the enthusiastic welcome she received. Dropping her warm-up jacket as she reached ‘poolside’, Emma slipped down into the small, circular shaped fight arena with it’s lightly padded walls and a padded floor, topless, ready to fight. Hands on hops, wearing just an emerald green thong in a flimsy lace and mesh fabric, she stood, staring up at the entrance to the pool room, waiting for Staci to appear. Unusually, Emma had her hair up in a pony tail here tonight, perhaps aiming to frustrate Staci in the early going; it was a style probably destined to not survive too many serious encounters with the jet haired champion though. And now, here was that jet haired champion, strutting through the entrance door and cutting a swathe through the crowd in her trademark strappy black dress, matching six-inch Laboutin heels, and carrying three title belts around her body.

It was time to find out if Emma still had it. Having only fought in private since losing the title, was that an edge if Staci took it to mean that she had been inactive perhaps? As she kicked off her shoes and removed her dress though, the look on Staci’s face was one of focussed malevolence, suggesting that she was more than switched on to the threat that Emma posed to her, and that she intended to punish her for it. Now Staci slipped into the pool too, looking Emma in the eyes as she waited for the announcer to bring events to order now. She wore a pair of shimmering nude hold up stockings and a black thong, edged with gold piping at the waist and with three little diamanté stars towards her left hip, each one signifying one of her titles. She looked Emma up and down with disdain now, clearly confident that she would have whatever it took to claim the win once more. Then the announcer on the poolside began, the crowd alive with an excited anticipation of the title match to come now. ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, this is our final contest of the evening and it is an I Quit match for the Smythe Championship. It is no holds barred to be fought over an unlimited number of eight minute rounds until one of the two ladies says the words I Quit. If they submit conventionally, there will be no break, the action can only end with those two words. First of all then’ he went on, ‘our challenger, she is a four time former Smythe Champion, at 5 feet 10 inches tall, weighing in at 175lbs, measuring 40E-29-38 with a record of 59 wins and 20 losses, Emma Baines! And’ he continued smoothly as the crowd cheered for Emma, ‘her opponent is the unified catfighting champion, at 5 feet 5 inches tall, weighing 127lbs and measuring 34C-23-35 with a perfect record of 27 wins, The Goddess, Staci Goulding!’ he concluded, allowing the evening’s referee to slip into the pool to get things started.

The two ladies were already exchanging verbal barbs before the bell too. ‘175lbs Emma?’ Staci mocked with a raised eyebrow. ‘You’ve let yourself go since I kicked your arse before haven’t you, fat fucking bitch!’

‘At least I’ve not been lying about my record have I, Goddess?’ Emma sniped in return, the last word dripping in disdain as the bell rang and the action began. There was often a brief feeling out process in a title fight, but here today, the two ladies were straight at it, driven in the first instance by Emma who quickly got a double hair hold and powered Staci, who was giving up nearly 50lbs, to the wall. There, the action really began in earnest, Emma chopping a short right hand into Staci’s head and wrenching her head to the side by the hair. Staci smiled at that despite the pain, pleased to have Emma come straight at her and fight in a style that she felt suited her perfectly. Staci loved to fight from ‘beneath’, hurting an opponent that seemed to be on top of her, and as Emma pulled at that hair hard, Staci struck her first telling blow of the fight, getting her nails into Emma’s right breast. She may not have been sporting those sharp acrylic nails she used in some matches, but her natural nails were long and sharp enough to cause Emma to grimace in pain. Emma shot back, another punch this time chopping in to Staci’s body, before she slapped her breasts. Staci went to the body too, with a knee landing, causing Emma a brief problem as the opening moments passed in a pretty physical battle there against the wall. There were looks of concern around some of the ringside fans at this opening, feeling as Staci got her nails back into Emma’s right breast once again, that Emma was fighting the match in a way that suited her opponent perfectly.

Indeed she was, but it was all a part of her plan to game Staci a little, having felt that she may need The Goddess to gain confidence and lower her guard a little first. Plan or not, the jet haired champion’s nails in her breasts were giving Emma plenty of pain, and she slapped Staci’s face hard, before she tried to break the breast grab. Showing the speed of a cat, Staci took a hand out of Emma’s hair and stunned her with a stinging slap to the face before another chopping right hand to the body looked to wobble her a little. Staci was already ready to pounce on any sign of weakness, and she had a solid grip of Emma’s hair quickly to help her turn the tables and put Emma's back to the wall. Leaning in, Staci was quick to secure a standing crotch claw as she looked to press her body in to Emma and keep her in place there. Emma groaned but countered with an arm behind Staci’s head, trying to pull her into a breast smother that Staci resisted for a moment. Emma’s power was a little too much for her though at this early stage, and Staci found her face pushed into the smothering pillow of Emma’s breasts; she was forced to fight Emma off. She did so in her usual, nasty style though, a straight punch to the crotch drawing a groan from Emma as she lost control of Staci’s head.

Content for now to take her time, Staci backed up a little, allowing Emma off the wall. There was no circling though, both ladies locked into the other’s hair at the centre of the pool area, as the close quarters battle continued at pace early on. Once again, Emma used her power, the double handful of hair allowing her to force Staci’s head back and force her to the wall. There, Emma took her right hand out of the champions hair, and delivered two short slaps to Staci’s face. Then she grimaced again as she felt Staci’s nails in her right breast once more, mauling and scratching as the jet haired fighter slipped comfortably in to her counter attacking style. Emma moaned in pain, quietly enough, but easy for Staci to pick up on as she slapped and grabbed the breast once more. ‘Quit if you don’t like it fat girl!’ Staci taunted, paying for it with a right hand to the body that took her breath away for a split second. She retaliated quickly though, keeping up the breast maul before she caught Emma with a knee lift to the body. Now it was Emma’s turn to have her breath taken away, and Staci tried to capitalise, looking to use her breast and hair holds to turn Emma’s back to the wall once more. Not this time though, Emma used her own hair hold on Staci to bang the back of her head off the wall. Padded or not, it was a hard enough surface to daze Staci just a little as Emma used the hair now to throw Staci across the pool. Emma went in after her quickly too, pulling Staci to her feet by the hair, sending a knee lift into the lithe body of The Goddess, before sending her across the small pool area with another hair held throw.

A smile crossed the face of The Goddess as she rolled lightly enough now. She was often happy to allow herself to be thrown around like this in a fight, content that she could roll through the throws, landing lightly enough as she allowed her opponent to tire herself out. Twice more Emma repeated the move before Staci stayed down; thinking that she had a wounded opponent on her hands, Emma went in quickly for a big splash. Her 175lb frame would have done plenty of damage to Staci had she landed the move, but instead, The Goddess rolled clear, allowing Emma to splash nothing but the unforgiving mat. The midpoint of round one passed then with Emma in some trouble as Staci landed two heavy elbow drops across her back before using a good grip of hair to slam Emma’s face into the mat. One thing that was always surprising with Staci was her impressive power hidden on a slight frame, and forcing Emma to her feet, she lifted her straight into an across the knee back breaker. Capitalising on her earlier work, she stretched Emma across her knee, one hand clamping on to and clawing her right breast again, the other hand doing likewise to her inner thigh. Emma groaned loudly now; she may have been looking to play the long game here, but there was no doubt that Staci was hurting her here before pushing Emma off her knee to the mat.

She didn’t follow up though, simply going to lean against the wall just out of Emma’s range, content to bide her time, prepared to invite Emma back in to more close up action there. For her relatively small stature, Staci loved fighting up close even with bigger, stronger women. Emma was no exception to that, but she came back in regardless, both ladies going to the hair with their left hands as they settled in, forehead to forehead, for a punishing war of attrition to finish the first session of the match. Immediately, Emma slapped Staci’s face and the champion responded with those sharp, chopping, right hands to the body. No respite given by either woman either with Emma trying to close her hand around Staci’s throat in a choke. Staci went straight to the breast claw again, nails in Emma’s right breast, my wife’s face telling her that she was already hurting her pretty effectively there. A moment of uncertainty in Staci’s eyes then as she felt the choke tighten before Emma released it, looking to prise Staci’s fingers off her right breast. While they fought over that for a moment, both worked knees into the body, looking to sap the other. Finally, Emma forced Staci’s fingers off her breast, slapped the jet haired fighter in the face, and the pattern continued with slaps to the face, chopping punches and knees to the body, all designed to slow the other woman up. Of course the champion went back to the breast claw once again, but she let out a little gasp of surprise as Emma countered with a breast claw of her own this time, twisting Staci’s nipple into the bargain. All the time too, neither woman left the other’s hair, pulling, using the grip to wrench each other’s head to the side. Staci stamped on Emma’s foot as time ticked down, but then she paid the price for it as Emma caught her flush with a knee lift to the pussy just before the bell rang, ensuring the jet haired fighter went back to her side of the pool looking a little unsteady on her legs. The break in between rounds maybe showed a difference too, Staci alone with her thoughts while I dropped down in to the pool for a moment to remind Emma of her tactics.

‘Don’t wait too long to use it’ I cautioned, looking at the angry marks particularly on Emma’s right breast and inner thigh. ‘No sense letting her hurt you more than necessary’ I suggested.

‘These’ Emma smirked, looking at those same angry marks. ‘These don’t hurt, but you’re right. One more round I think, and then we’ll see how she likes it’ she told me, starting to eye the glamorous goddess across the pool. The two ladies were called back to fight for the second round by the referee, and this time, as the crowd shifted anxiously to secure the best view, the action started out from range. To Staci, it must have appeared like Emma had considered the mistakes of her style in the first round as she contented herself to slap Staci’s face and breasts, using her greater reach. Staci may have been outgunned in the reach department, but she wasn’t completely defenceless, landing some good kicks to Emma’s thighs in return through a first minute fought hard but with caution. ‘Come and fight properly’ Staci taunted Emma now, ‘or are you too tired, you fat bitch?’

‘Fuck off you little cunt!’ Emma shot back, ‘can’t you reach’ she laughed as she cracked a slap hard off Staci’s face once more. There was some very thinly veiled hostility between these two women, and the right was never going to remain in this more cautious style for all that long. Staci committed the first move this time, unusually for her, as she wanted to get herself into range, rushing at Emma behind a fierce barrage of slaps. She paid for it though as Emma’s back touched the curved wall though, a raised knee providing the perfect defence to stop the jet haired fighter in her tracks as it buried into her body. As Staci groaned, Emma grabbed a double handful of silky jet black hair and used it to turn Staci back against the wall hard, dropping The Goddess to her knees. Momentary advantage to Emma who capitalised with a choking front headlock, using her height advantage to loom over Staci for the moment. Up on tip toes, Emma’s strong arms were in tight around Staci’s throat, The Goddess gasping and moaning airily as she felt the choke tighten. Emma cranked hard on the move again, perhaps wondering if she could beat Staci without even using the champion’s still secret weakness here.

Lost in that thought though, she was surprised as Staci struck back tellingly now, catching Emma with an uppercut to the crotch that dropped Emma to a kneeling position in front of Staci. The Goddess shrugged Emma’s arms from around her neck now, and back still to the wall, she simply latched on to Emma with a double breast claw, looking to punish her. Emma had to shake off the effects of the crotch punch quickly as she too locked on to Staci’s breasts in return. The Goddess looked impassive as Emma’s nails started to test her though, and it was my wife whose face betrayed the greater degree of concern at the way this part of the fight was going. Now it was two tough women who were trying to bully the other around the pool by the grip they hand on each other’s breasts, and it seemed to be Staci’s sharp nails giving her the better end of it. Emma had simply closed her hands over Staci’s breasts, squeezing and mauling. In return, The Goddess seemed to have put a lot more thought and creativity in to her attacks, right hand nails sunk into the underside of Emma’s left breast while her left hand used a nipple twist to pull Emma’s right breast to the side. Emma may have been the stronger woman, but Staci’s grip more than equalised that as she was able to start forcing Emma around the pool area. ‘Aagghhhh! You bitch!’ Emma groaned as Staci punished her, forcing her back slowly until Emma found herself against the wall again, and had to defend quickly against a knee lift to the pussy, taking it on the thigh.

Staci leaned into Emma then, putting her weight into the breast mauling as she did so, while staying in tight to deny Emma much space to counter. ‘OOOOWWWWW...you cunt!’ Emma moaned now as she took the continued punishment against the wall, eyes screwed shut in pain. A smile crossed Staci’s face now, an evil one; she was rarely happier than when she was hurting an opponent as she taunted Emma ‘quit if you don’t like it you fat slag!’

‘NOOOO! Never!’ Emma declared, her voice perhaps sounding more confident that she perhaps truly felt right at the moment, but she fought back, quickly foregoing her own breast maul and sending in two sharp punches right on the waistband of Staci’s black thong. Now the hardest of punches, but they forced Staci back off her just enough for Emma to get a knee into the jet haired fighter’s belly. Now Staci’s grip of Emma’s breasts faded, even more so when Emma chopped her down with a right hand to the jaw, putting Staci on her butt in front of her. The Goddess looked to be in trouble as Emma grabbed a handful of her hair and quite simply dragged the shrieking champion across to the opposite side of the pool as Staci desperately tried to get her feet beneath her. There, Emma kicked Staci hard across the back causing a loud cry of pain from the champion. Was Emma back on top; she certainly felt it as she went to the hair to pull Staci off the mat to try and lift her into a body slam. Staci may have been in trouble, but she wasn’t done by a long shot though as she slipped out over Emma’s shoulder and turning quickly, she kicked Emma straight between the legs from behind, sending her crumpling to the mat.

It was only around the mid point of the second round, so Staci had plenty of time left to do some damage. She opened up with a stomp to the belly, forcing Emma to sit up just a little with that so that a second kick, raked across her breasts, could help flatten her again. Emma may have got her hands up to partly block that second kick, but she still gasped for air on the mat as Staci measured her. A fist drop to the forehead followed, Staci dropping to her knees to deliver what looked like a telling blow. It was certainly enough to daze Emma who came back to her feet, compliantly enough following Staci’s hair grab, to allow Staci to push her face first into the padded wall. A rake of those sharp finger nails down Emma’s back drew a shriek from her, as the nails themselves drew angry tracks on her skin now. Staci was starting to get on a roll, a whirlwind of nastiness when it suited her, and here she showed that with two kidney punches, delivered with malevolence, to send Emma to her knees. Again though, it seemed The Goddess was prepared to toy a little with her challenger at this stage, dragging her to the centre of the pool area before delivering two short kicks to the ribs of Emma there on the mat. Then, she simply went and leaned back on the wall of the pool, inviting Emma ‘come on fat girl, lets fight’ as she waited patiently for Emma to come back in now.

It was a show of supreme confidence from The Goddess of course now; she felt she had Emma, who was breathing heavily down on her knees at the centre of the pool, totally under control now. There was no need to put her away quickly in Staci’s mind, she wanted to make sure she was put away decisively to make a statement, as she waited patiently on Emma. Emma knew that Staci, for all her glamorous appearance, was a hard woman, happy to fight up close with bigger women so that she might hurt them. A situation that played out once again here against the wall as Emma came in, looking weary, and went for a double hair grab, leaning her curvaceous body in to pin the smaller woman against the curved wall of the pool area. The crow craned their necks to catch a good view of the action now which opened with Emma banging Staci’s head against the pool wall, eliciting a low moan from The Goddess. Then Emma shrieked in pain as she felt her emerald green thong cutting into her harshly, courtesy of Staci’s right hand wrapped in her waistband, pulling at it to deliver a painful wedgie. At least Emma was grateful of the flimsy mesh and lace material now which tore quickly enough, but she was distracted as Staci kept the thong in her left hand, trying to force it into Emma’s mouth. As distraction tactics went, it was a good one, and as Emma jerked her head away from that, Staci struck with two right hands to the body that looked to have drained Emma a little. Grimly now, she hung on to the hair with both hands, trying to subdue Staci that way; a mistake surely almost everyone in attendance had thought, especially when Emma cried out loudly in pain as Staci’s sharp nails lashed across her right breast once again.

It was a supremely confident Goddess now, content perhaps that she’d already weathered everything that Emma had to offer, as she sent in another right hand to Emma’s body. Emma groaned, felt herself switched almost immediately so that it was her back against the wall now, and Staci wasted no effort with a short knee to the body, looking to take a bit more of the fight out of Emma. Emma tried to fight back, delivering a slap to the face that Staci ate with barely a flicker of emotion, before she got her nails dug in deep into Emma’s right breast once again, scratching and mauling as Emma cried out ‘ You fucking bitch! My fucking tits!!’ in agony.

‘Quit if you don’t like it you fat cunt!’ Staci advised as Emma gave the appearance of being a fighter in the deepest of trouble right now. It may have been part of the plan to lower Staci’s guard some, but it wasn’t one devoid of risk; Staci was clearly hurting her, and every woman had a threshold beyond which they would likely be forced to admit defeat. Emma was no exception, though I knew her threshold to be pretty high. She moaned ‘OOOOWWWWW!’ though as Staci slapped hard in to her right breast, immediately converting it back to a grab with her nails sunk in once again. ‘Quit fat girl!’ Staci demanded, then there as the often ominous sight of a fighter looking to protect herself rather than fight back as Emma tried to prise Staci’s fingers off her breast instead of looking to attack. Staci smiled, thinking she had read the signs of a fighter in trouble and following a knee lift to the crotch that Emma partly blocked, she redoubled her efforts to attack. Allowing her breast maul to be broken by Emma, Staci gave a look of pure evil as she dipped her head forward to sink her teeth into that right breast instead. Emma howled in pain now, feeling the effects of Staci’s molar maul on her already tenderised breast; she also gave the champion something to think about though now, trying to pull her face in to her to smother her. Both arms wrapped around the back of the jet haired fighter’s head, a handful of hair into the bargain, Staci may have been deceptively strong but she could do little to stop her face being smushed into the smothering softness of Emma’s breast.

There was a little over one minute left of round two as champion and challenger now engaged in a battle of wills here. Emma moaned and groaned as she still felt the champion’s teeth punishing her. In return, Staci’s cries were a little more muffled as Emma had the smother on well looking to drain her energy for the rest of the fight. Staci had her hands free, so she whipped in a one-two combination to the body that saw Emma’s legs wobble just for a moment, before she steadied herself and reclaimed her grip to keep the smother in tight. ‘Quit you little bitch!’ Emma encouraged now before moaning in pain as she felt Staci’s teeth able to do some more damage to her. A large portion of both rounds had passed with both ladies pressed in against the wall, and the remaining 20 seconds of this round were no exception, despite a flurry of activity. Emma sent a knee up into Staci’s body, finally forcing a gasp from the jet haired champion that broke her lengthy molar mauling as she tried to suck in air that was denied her by the tight smother. In response, perhaps a first sign of a woman in trouble, Staci reached for and took, a pussy claw, her nails now forcing Emma to shriek in pain as the last seconds of the round ticked by painfully. In truth, I think that both women were relieved to hear the bell this time round, although both kept their respective holds on for a few seconds longer until they were physically separated; each made their way back to their side of the pool, glaring with thinly veiled hatred of the other woman.

I had to say that Emma, now naked, looked quite the worse for wear as she came back towards me, her right breast in particular having borne the brunt of Staci’s ire so far. She was marked up to the body, but angry furrows and even teeth marks on her breast had managed to draw a little blood. She also seemed remarkably unconcerned by it in the break between rounds, telling me ‘I’m going to invite her in this round Steve. She can have my tits if she wants because once she’s good and distracted by them and her guard is down’ she said, ‘then I’m going to get my fingers inside her and we’ll see how The Poison Pixie likes that!’ she smiled.

‘Don’t wait too long to strike’ was my only real advice as I continued. ‘I know you’re tough, I know you can take it, but don’t take too many chances. It’s time to see if this really does work as her off switch. And if it does, give yourself plenty of time to take full advantage of it’ I told Emma.

‘Don’t worry Steve, this little bitch won’t know what’s hit her in a couple of minutes time’ Emma smiled as she readied herself for round three.

She didn’t exactly head back to the centre of the pool though; now she took something of a leaf from Staci’s book, and taking two steps to her left, she simply leaned against the wall and invited Staci to come and get her. ‘Come on tough girl’ Emma shouted across the pool, folding her arms behind her head as she leaned back. ‘You want my tits? Well here they are, come and get them, cunt!’ she demanded. The crowd buzzed in approval and surprise at this bravado from Emma, a good number of them clearly felt it to be a mistake too. For her part, Staci approached with caution, fearing it to be some sort of trap from Emma, which of course it was, just not in the way she had expected. ‘Come on you little pussy!’ Emma taunted the slowly approaching Goddess, adding ‘what, are you scared little girl?’ as she dropped to her knees to make the opening even more appealing for Staci. The Goddess could resist no more, rushing in and securing a maul on Emma’s right breast, using that and the hair to bring my wife, yelling out in pain back to her feet. Now Staci was all over her, mauling, scratching, punishing her breast while she also slapped to the face as Emma cried out again.

‘Stupid fat bitch!’ Staci mocked, seeing the pain in Emma’s eyes. ‘You asked for this!’ she admonished Emma as her nails and fingers really went to work on her and Emma howled in pain, finally starting to defend in what seemed to be a pretty ineffective method of defence with a left hand in Staci’s hair. Her right hand was heading south though, and she felt a little shudder, a hint of uncertainty, run through Staci’s body as her fingers slipped inside the waistband of her black thong. That shudder seemed to ease for a moment as Emma started with what seemed like it would be a pussy maul. The Goddess kept up her mauling attack now, admittedly groaning a little as Emma mauled her in return, but still felt like she had things under control, particularly as Emma shrieked ‘Aaaaaggghhh! My fucking tits, you bitch!’, a sign, Staci felt, that her resolve was weakening now. Then it was Staci who cried out ‘Hey! No, no noooo!’ as Emma switched her game up completely, her fingers slipping inside the jet haired fighters pussy as she started to spring the trap and finger fuck the champion. Staci’s eyes were closed almost immediately, as she moaned lightly, her fingers still working Emma’s breast to some extent, but the vigour had gone from the attack in a matter of moments. Maybe not an ‘off switch’, I’m sure Emma thought as she started to work her fingers faster inside Staci, but it was damn close to one as the jet haired fighter moaned ‘Mmmmm….ooohhhhh’ in early response to Emma’s work.

‘That’s right bitch’ Emma whispered into Staci’s ear now, enjoying the sudden look of anguish on the champion’s face as she moaned long and loud now, becoming quickly turned on by Emma’s fingers. ‘I know your dirty little secret….you like this too much don’t you?’ she teased as she continued to finger fuck the ailing Goddess. Staci shook her head, feeling Emma’s hand there loosely in her hair as she tried to deny it, tried to force herself to fight, mauling Emma’s breast again, causing Emma to wince in pain. Emma’s fingers were winning the day though it seemed as one minute into the round passed, then two, still with no respite for Staci who started to moan loudly now ‘OOHHH…...OOHHH…...AAAHHHHHH….NOOOO….YOU…...FUCKING…...OOOOHHHHHH…BITCH!’ as she felt waves of pleasure she so desperately wanted to subdue, rising within her. Now Emma upped her game, brushing the jet haired champion’s hand off her breast, grabbing her hair more firmly and tilting her head to plant a forceful liplock on her, her tongue parting Staci’s lips with ease as The Goddess responded to her. The liplock meant that Staci was limited to just an occasional whimpering noise now as Emma increased the tempo of her finger fucking once more. Staci’s right leg started to tremble involuntarily as Emma knew that she was really getting to her, feeling that shudder run up through Staci’s body now that she was pressed in tightly against her.

The look in Staci’s eyes as Emma kissed her betrayed her too. It was pleasure mixed with anguish and fear that she was going to be forced to an orgasm in a fight and she was powerless to stop it from happening. Emma sensed it too, breaking her liplock for a moment as Staci started to play with her own nipple now; slapping her harshly in the face she admonished her ‘kinky little tart!’ before re-securing the liplock. It was all too much for Staci; as Emma started to kiss her forcefully again, she whimpered loudly, at the point of climax, Emma timing breaking off her liplock perfectly to allow the shocked crowd hear Staci cry out ‘OHHHHHH FUCK YES….YES...AAAHHHHHH!’ as she orgasmed there in the pool. Emma had almost five minutes left in the round now, which she intended to use wisely to punish the seemingly subdued champion. Finally breaking off from her finger fucking, Emma wiped her fingers disparagingly across Staci’s lips now, making sure that The Goddess tasted herself before she delivered a straight kick to the crotch, sending Staci to the mat howling in pain.

Now was the test of the theory I thought. Would that sharp blow return Staci to wanting to fight or was she beyond that point just now? Emma wasn’t taking any chances as she allowed The Goddess just to reach all fours before sending a hard kick up into her breasts, sending her rolling across the mat. As Staci had targeted Emma’s breasts throughout much of the fight, now Emma looked to punish her similarly in return, dropping a heavy elbow across them as Staci rolled to her back. No respite for Staci, and no resistance to speak of either as Emma used the hair to force her to her feet now, and deliver a second, crushing, kick to the crotch, immediately dropping Staci to her knees. Clutching her womanhood, Staci had no defence as Emma crashed a thick thigh hard in to her face, dazing the jet haired jezabel as she was knocked to her back in the centre of the pool. So far, the strategy seemed to working just perfectly as Staci showed no signs of fighting back, Emma peeling her from the mat by her hair before lifting and slamming her back down with some authority.

Staci was down, spread-eagled practically at the centre of the pool area, presenting an inviting opportunity for Emma which she didn’t turn down. Grabbing Staci’s ankles she spread the jet haired fighter’s legs and immediately delivered a knee drop to the pussy. Staci howled in pain; Emma got straight back to her feet and repeated the dose to make sure the champion was really feeling it as she punished her. Emma took a look at the clock now for the first time, finding the round was about halfway through, time still to punish Staci a little more before she looked for a winning submission perhaps. She ripped Staci to her back by her jet black hair and dropped to crawl sexily over the champion's body, just playing her fingers across the front of her thong, brushing her lips lightly across Staci’s as she showed she was ready to make the jet haired fighter cum again if it was needed. ‘Nooo!’ Staci moaned, unable to mount any resistance still as Emma now snatched a handful of hair, getting to her feet and dragging Staci behind her towards the wall. The champion was forced roughly to her feet, showing the first sign of any resistance with a weak right hand to the body. Emma slapped her face hard to subdue her then fired her off to the opposite wall with an Irish Whip. Walls were less forgiving than turnbuckles so Emma knew Staci had felt it as she staggered off the wall straight into a devastating pussy pounding atomic drop.

Staci groaned, but Emma didn’t let her drop to the mat now, recognising the look of a beaten woman in Staci’s eyes as she held her upright before pushing her back into the wall again. Emma sensed it was time to strike as she planted a foot in Staci’s belly and sent her wheeling through the air in a monkey flip. Staci landed hard at the centre of the pool area, shrewd from Emma as it denied The Goddess any kind of surface she might push off to escape a hold now. As Staci stayed down, Emma jumped to deliver a crushing full body splash across the ailing champion, driving the air from her lithe body. I’d often seen that move delivered by Emma, but rarely had I seen it carry more force than it had at this moment. The rules were simple of course here, victory could only be achieved by forcing your opponent to say I quit. Emma was supremely confident of doing just that to Staci as she spread the champion's legs wide in an eye watering grapevine, pressing her own body into Staci’s to grind her into the mat.

Staci cried out now, in pain from the grapevine as she yelled ‘OOOOWWWWW! Get off me you fat bitch!’ Possibly not the best thing to say to a pissed off catfighter intent on regaining her championship. There were over two minutes left in the round as Emma looked Staci in the eyes, told her ‘quit or I’ll make you cum again you dirty little tart!’ and simply closed her hands around Staci’s throat in a straight up, two handed choke. Suddenly, it seemed the severity of the situation finally dawned upon Staci, her hands going to Emma’s wrists, looking to force her off. The problem for Staci was that Emma had all of her upper body supported by her arms, and the champion’s attempts to dislodge her proved futile. ‘Quit!’ she simply told Staci now, gazing down on her as she looked to choke the fight right out of her.

Staci closed her eyes, still more from the pain in the grapevine than anything else, but she was in a precarious position, and she seemed totally unable to fight Emma off. One last desperate play perhaps as she tried to get her nails into Emma’s right breasts once again, but now Emma simply ignored it, her face betraying none of the pain she surely felt. She tightened the choke, spread Staci that little bit wider with the grapevine and as Staci moaned loudly in pain, Emma smiled, knowing each of those moans emptied the jet haired fighter’s lungs that little bit more. Emma bore down on her again now, seeing that look of desperation in Staci’s face, enjoying it, knowing the jet haired woman was close to breaking, even before she gasped ‘I can’t breathe….I submit!’

Now Emma didn’t let up the pressure one iota, telling her ‘say the words bitch, say you quit!’

‘Noooo….I…..’ Staci whined now as time seemed to stand still in the room; was Emma going to be able to wring the concession our of Staci before the end of the round? The answer was a definitive yes as with still over 30 seconds to go, Staci quietly sobbed ‘I….I..quit!’ and the Smythe reign of The Goddess was ended at the hands of Emma. Hands that Emma now removed from round the throat of her adversary as she moved to kneel at her side. The referee had gone to retrieve the title belt but Emma had spotted another prize as she tore one of the diamanté stars from Staci’s thong, telling her ‘you won’t be needing this one now cunt!’

‘You cheating bitch!’ Staci moaned weakly now. ‘It was supposed to be a fight!’ she protested fruitlessly.

‘Whatever bitch!’ Emma admonished her, moving into a reverse face sit position on the squirming former champion, to receive her title belt to a rapturous reception from an appreciative audience before she reluctantly climbed off Staci at the referee’s instruction. She had her belt back, and whatever challenges lay ahead, I doubted that they would involve a well beaten Staci for the immediate future!