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Goddess Destroyed

By Wolfboy

Now it’s Sara’s turn to take on Staci armed with the secret of how to beat her...if she needs it

The answer to what Lady Amelia would do next regarding Toni having taken Emma’s title belt was simple. A tournament had been planned to determine who the number one contender would be, but that was replaced by a much simpler proposition; any woman who returned the title belt to the Smythe’s possession would automatically be declared the number one contender. Against that backdrop, already two women had tried to jump Toni and reclaim the title belt only to find that the two on one odds weren’t all that favourable when Paislee joined the fray to help Toni out. There was nothing more to do then for Emma other than to wait for the belt to be returned in order to learn who her next opponent would be. Given that, Emma and I travelled to Hong Kong to watch Sara trying to gain the Hong Kong Syndicate title back from Staci, just as Emma had done with the Smythe Title.

There had been some back and forth on the rules for the match with Staci, as champion, trying to dictate that no sexual attacks should be allowed. In response, Sara had simply pointed out that every Hong Kong Syndicate title match so far had been anything goes in nature, so why should this one be any different? Sara’s argument had won the day, the strawberry blonde not really caring if it tipped her hand as she knew Staci had a fair idea of her plans after facing Emma. But of course, Sara would still have to contend with Staci’s sharp acrylic nails for this fight, another thing that was always allowed under Hong Kong rules, even if it seemed like Staci was the only protagonist of making this work from them. Sara had the same intent as Emma had done, to beat and humiliate The Goddess, but I was fairly sure she’d find her own way of doing just that.

Tonight’s match had moved to a new venue in the city, using an outdoor sports field, well floodlit, under the guise of filming a movie. There would be enough cameras visible to make that a viable ruse, but the action they would film would never see the light of day in the cinemas, I was sure. The fight would take place in a generously sized grass area marked out by a simple set of posts with one rope tied loosely around them. Definitely not a ring, although it marked out the shape of one, the crowd were standing more or less in a single row around the outside of it, small knots in places where a few people had congregated to chat. As was often the way in Hong Kong Syndicate matches, the crowd would probably move around to follow the action once it got underway. And it promised to be quite a fight most people in attendance thought. Of course, they’d all seen Staci lose to Emma, displaying the first cracks in the formerly impregnable armour of The Goddess. They didn’t expect that style from Sara though, maybe seeing her as a more straight ahead fighter. We knew differently of course, but there were two questions to be answered for us, how would Sara spring the trap and would Staci have learned to cope with it any better in the short time since she lost to Emma.

We would find out soon enough, Sara as challenger emerging from the building that housed the sports club changing rooms, walking barefoot across the lush grass surface to enter the marked out fight area. The blonde was fight ready, game face on, as she paced around the makeshift arena. She wore a long white T-Shirt over a pair of ankle length leggings at the moment, nails (her own) painted a bright scarlet colour. She may not have opted for the acrylics that Staci would doubtless be sporting, but her nails looked primed to do more than enough damage. As ever, there wasn’t a long wait for the appearance of the champion Staci, electing to kick off her Laboutins before she got on to the grass and made her way quickly to the fight area. As was her way, the jet haired champion was wearing a strappy black mini dress as she too paced the fight area, giving the crowd a good look at her plum and silver coloured acrylics as she did so. The announcer for the evening quickly took over now, starting ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a one submission or one knockout fight to a finish for the Hong Kong Syndicate championship. It will be no holds barred without time limit. First let me introduce the challenger, from the USA, at 5 feet 9 inches tall and 161lbs, measuring 38DD-28-40, she is a former Hong Kong and Southern Belles champion, with a record of 42 wins and 13 losses, this is Sara!’ The blonde acknowledged the applause of the crowd while maintaining her focus on Staci the whole time before the announcer continued ‘and now the champion, from England, at 5 feet 5 inches and 127lbs, measuring 34C-23-35, she is a former Smythe champion, and the current Hong Kong and U.K. Fight Club champion, with a record of 27 wins and 1 defeat, this is The Goddess, Staci Goulding.’

There was applause for Staci too from the largely impartial crowd, and now both women started their final preparations to fight. Staci pulled her black dress over her head now to show a slight change in her attire for this match. Typically she had worn a skimpy thong for her matches, but today, she had chosen a pair of silver latex hotpants with a black waistband. Tiny hotpants that might as well have been sprayed on to her lithe frame, with two diamanté stars on the waistband towards her right hip. Were the hotpants a concession to how Emma had dealt with her I wondered? Sara smiled, seeing that change in look for Staci and knowing that the champion wasn’t just going to be thinking solely about beating Sara today, but also defending herself from Sara’s probing fingers; The Goddess had her own concerns to worry about now. Sara stripped down too, taking off her t-shirt and then peeling off the tight red leggings to reveal a barely there red G-string as her attire for the fight. She was in sensational shape I thought, perhaps as good as we’d ever seen her in, and her thighs oozed power as she paced around on the grass waiting for the bell. It rang, and the fight was on, the two ladies meeting broadly at the centre of the large ten metre square area, circling for a moment as Staci pointedly asked Sara ‘are you here to fight me or fuck me bitch?’

Sara just laughed at Staci, knowing already that Emma’s victory over Staci was playing on the mind of The Goddess. ‘I’m here to beat you up and win you little witch’ Sara replied, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her G-String then as she suggested ‘want to do it without these?’ to Staci.

‘Fuck off’ Staci shot back, ‘I’m not stripping for you bitch.’

Again Sara just laughed as she mused out loud ‘I wonder why?’, and then the fight started to heat up as both women went in with some slaps to body and head, just probing for an opening here. Sara looked confident, Staci a little more on the back foot countering perhaps, but that was more her style anyway, so it was difficult to read too much into that. The strawberry blonde American was straight on to the attack though, a ramrod straight jab smashing into Staci’s mouth, rocking the jet haired fighter’s head back. Staci recovered her balance quickly, almost cat like with her agility, but Sara was on her to drive a second punch in on the waistband of Staci’s skimpy silver hotpants. Staci groaned, finding Sara to be hitting pretty hard in the opening moments here, but she grabbed for the hair with both hands as she got our first display of hair pulling in the fight. ‘Bitch’ Sara protested as she felt the champion’s fingers ripping at her strawberry blonde locks, but she replied in kind, quickly ragging Staci’s head around in return. Close proximity was always a chance for Staci to do some damage with her sharp nails though, and conscious of that, Sara made a couple of pre-emptive moves.

Sensing Staci to be easing her grip of the hair with her right hand, Sara drove a knee into the body of The Goddess. Then, as Staci was winded by that, she simply ripped the jet haired champion to the ground by her lustrous dark hair. That clearly showed a power difference between the two women as Sara fairly rag dolled Staci down. Usually this was something the champion would look to overcome with her cunning; right now, she first had to overcome the extreme pain of Sara kicking her right in the belly before quickly taking up a reverse face sit position on the prone champion. We moved around the perimeter of the makeshift arena to get a better view as Staci struggled beneath Sara’s ass already. That better angle showed that Staci had squirmed her head to one side at last, Sara sat more on her cheek than a smothering face sit for now. It was a position of control though and Sara used it well, actually pulling Staci’s right arm into a loose arm bar of sorts. She wasn’t looking for a submission with that at all though, simply using the move to open up Staci’s breasts as a target to send five hard punches into before Staci got her arm free to defend herself. No problem for Sara who lifted her butt up slightly before bringing it down on her face to daze her; then she raked her nails down Staci’s right thigh, over her hotpants, and all the way across her side to her armpit, enjoying the sound of The Goddess moaning with pain.

Sara was pretty sure she’d felt an involuntary shudder from Staci too as her fingers paused by the waistband of her silver hotpants. Something for later in the fight she felt, wanting to punish Staci first before she took things down that track. Instead, she hammered a fist into Staci’s belly and started to try and prise her arm away from her body again to work her breasts over. Staci resisted as hard as she could, gripping the fingers of her right hand with her left, as Sara slowly broke that grip a bit at a time until she had Staci’s right arm under control once more. The blonde sunk her fingers into Staci’s pert right breast now, a harsh twisting maul that had Staci moaning in pain., What had been a strong start from Sara though was suddenly derailed as she cried out in pained surprise as the jet haired champion’s left hand, and those nails, started to scratch and scrape away at her leg. Sara may have held the upper hand but she didn’t want to fall foul of those sharp nails so early on in the fight, and she scrambled clear of her position for now. Perhaps if she’d had he full smothering face sit on, it might have seemed more worthwhile to risk the nail attack; instead both women got to their feet and circled once more.

‘I’m going to hurt you, you little cunt!’ Sara told Staci menacingly as the jet haired woman simply smiled back ‘good, I like pain!’ trying to throw Sara off guard for a second. She tried her luck with a snap kick to the body that caught Sara, but the blonde was moving out of range, meaning no real damage was done. That was the case for the next few moments too, some ineffective jousting at range, neither woman mustering anything of note to trouble a tough fighting woman. Staci as always was content to bide her time on the back foot for the moment, but she was able to snap Sara’s head back with a sharp punch to the face as she strayed into range. A timely reminder to the blonde that plan or not, Staci was a dangerous customer, not to be taken lightly. Sara took a second to just reassess the situation, and then she caught up to Staci once more, using her height advantage to rock her head back. Staci was off balance enough for the American to strike with a kick to the body, and then her strength came to the fore to lift Staci and body slam her to the grassy surface. She did so at the cost of The Goddess getting her nails dug into her shoulder briefly, but as Staci landed in some pain on the ground, it was clear Sara got the better of the exchange.

‘Heard you moaned a bit like that against Emma as well, you bitch’ Sara mocked now, bringing a slightly embarrassed flush to the cheeks of The Goddess. She tried to brush it off of course, but she couldn’t brush off the front headlock that Sara trapped her in as she rose, quickly getting up on to her tip toes to add to the choking pressure. Staci remained in some trouble then as Sara pulled her to the grass, trying to add a body scissors, thinking that the combination might be enough to finish Staci off early. The Goddess was still a tough woman though, not to be finished off so quickly without a fight; she was taken down, but landed in a position that effectively stopped Sara from completing the scissor hold. Instantly, she had those fierce looking talons in Sara’s left breast, drawing a cry of pain from the blonde. In return, Sara cranked up on that front headlock, trying to choke the jet haired champion out. She shrieked again as Staci worked her fingers deep into her breasts though, punishing her as she did so, and worse was to follow for Sara as The Goddess caught her flush with a knee to the pussy. That took the fight out of Sara for the briefest moment and Staci looked to take advantage as she shrugged the headlock off and lunched for a face sit. She pretty much got in place for that move, perhaps not fully smothering Sara who just turned her face to the side, but she did find 127lbs of Goddess sat heavily on her left cheek. With her nails back in both breasts again too, punishing the strawberry blonde as they dug into her sensitive flesh, hurting her. ‘Time to milk the cow again bitch!’ Staci warned, harking back to their first match when she had done just that to Sara. ‘Cunt! Get off me!’ Sara demanded as Staci laughed at her, sunk her nails in that little bit deeper, and soaked in the pain cries of the American fighter.

Slowly too, the champion was trying to get her right leg behind Sara’s head, planning to add a tight scissor hold to the mix which was quickly becoming a problem for Sara. ‘Submit bitch!’ Staci demanded as her breast maul forced a particularly anguished scream from the blonde who needed to escape quickly, knowing that she would be forced in to the smother if Staci could get her scissored. At that point, tied up in a pussy smother, she would find it hard to get free. She screamed out again, a pained sound, but one designed this time to fool Staci into thinking her mauling was drawing a submission closer. The blonde was working to counter her though, getting a hand inside the leg hole of Staci’s hotpants, trying to grope her. It wasn’t overly effective in one sense, but Staci was distracted enough by it for Sara to swing her legs up, hook them around the champion’s body and use her power to roll The Goddess off her. Staci avoided getting trapped between Sara’s legs, and both women rolled apart, able to get to their feet. Now there was no ceremony, no circling, bot women went straight back to being in each other’s hair. Sara moaned quickly too as Staci raked her nails across her body again in that clinch. She replied with fists to the body of the champion, but the close range clinch gave Staci plenty more chances to use those nails to effect. Tiring of getting scratched up pretty quickly, Sara struck low with a punch to the crotch, landing right on the front of those sprayed on silver latex hotpants. Staci was dropped to her knees, clutching her womanhood, and Sara wiped her out, driving one of those thick powerful thighs into her face.

‘Tired of you fucking scratching me bitch!’ Sara told the jet haired fighter now. ‘Fucking fake nails!’ she complained as she buried a kick in the body of Staci down on the grass. Staci groaned and tried to roll clear, clutching her side as she did so; as Sara tried to go to her hair though, she slashed those sharp nails across the blonde’s thigh angrily, causing Sara to cry out in pain. Sara was furious now, although Staci was well within the rules of course. She grabbed Staci’s right arm now, pulling it out flat to the ground, then she stood on Staci’s forearm with her right foot, before cruelly stomping on the champion’s hand twice. As The Goddess cried out in pain now, Sara challenged her ‘fucking scratch me again bitch, and I’ll break both your fucking hands!’, then she stomped Staci in the breasts, flattening The Goddess to the ground in pain as she wrung her hand and tried to catch her breath. At this point, it had been pretty much all Sara, Staci seeming to have perhaps retained her nasty approach, but lost a step or two following defeat to Emma. It looked to me like Sara might have been able to gain a win without even resorting to her plan of making the champion orgasm to really take the fight out of her. It didn’t mean that Sara wasn’t going to employ her plan though of course, her plan here was the complete destruction of the jet haired champion, not just to simply win. As Staci writhed on the ground, Sara timed it perfectly to drop a knee to the breasts now, and remaining in that kneeling position, she grabbed the waistband of Staci’s tight little hotpants, making as if to pull them into a wedgie. Staci tried to stop that, but Sara quickly reversed her direction, and had the hotpants pushed below the jet haired fighter’s knees; she had the champion naked now to all intents and purposes. ‘I’m going to fuck you now bitch!’ Sara remarked flatly, adding ‘and when I’m done, I’m going to knock your ass out!’ With that warning, she took control of Staci's hands, pinning them to the ground before she took up a pinning position lying across Staci’s body, shading her position towards the right side of Staci’s body, breast to breast. As her DD cup breasts threatened to engulf Staci’s smaller pert breasts, Sara’s legs took control of Staci’s, just spreading her enough while her fingers traced their way down Staci’s body. ‘No…..no…..please no!’ the once proud Goddess pleaded now, not wanting to find herself humiliated this way again, knowing she would be putty in the hands of the powerful strawberry blonde if that happened. ‘Oh yes….yes’ Sara mocked in return, knowing that Staci’s response betrayed that she still had no response to being forced to orgasm in a match. Sara kissed her cheek lightly, Staci trying to shy away from it but then Sara’s fingers slipped in to her pussy, and the American felt a shudder rung through Staci’s body beneath her. Quickly, Sara was working her fingers inside Staci, sensually arousing the jet haired champion who moaned ‘no….please’ beneath her. Staci felt her nipples stiffening as she pressed down with her own breasts into The Goddess. ‘Kinky little cunt’ Sara mocked as Staci already started to moan in time with the work of her fingers.

Another kiss of the cheek now, Staci squirming as she tried, unsuccessfully, to get herself free, but it wasn’t to be. Sara had her pinned firmly to the grass after only 8 minutes of fighting and she was finger fucking the champion with increasing urgency now. Staci was responding to it too, her hips increasingly rising to meet the fingers of the blonde. ‘Mmmmm….ooohhhhh’ Staci whined now, no longer protesting as she found herself increasingly lost in Sara’s work. It was a quick move now from Sara now that brought Staci to a climax quickly; evidently a little bit of extra information from Heather that she used to great effect. Leaning her head in as if to kiss Staci once more, she waited for the champion to flinch away from it once more before she took her actual target, nibbling at the neck and shoulder of The Goddess. A Goddess who now whined loudly in pleasure ‘OOHHH….YOU FUCKING…...MMMNNGHHH…..MMFF…...OOOOHHHHH……..BITCH!’ as the orgasm ripped through her body quickly, Sara having evidently pushed all of the right buttons now. Sara simply got off the champion now, prodding her ribs with her foot, telling her ‘come on bitch, let’s fight!’ before moving round to take her hotpants and throw them towards the edge of the fight area. ‘I said let’s fucking fight bitch!’ she admonished now as Staci stayed on the ground, blankly staring at the night sky it seemed. It was apparent that just like with Emma, the orgasm had extinguished the fight from Staci’s body in a hurry, perhaps even more so this time, and Sara could well have left her down for the count of 20 for the knockout. That didn’t quite fit with Sara’s plans though, she wanted to hurt her some more and make her pay.

Instead, she peeled Staci from the grass by the hair, lifting the naked champion straight into a lift and across the knee backbreaker, before pushing her off to the ground again. Staci rolled almost to a foetal position, groaning weakly in pain, no longer it seemed the confident, dominant Goddess of old. Sara was lining her up as the referee started a count; not content she’d done enough just yet, she delivered a hard kick to Staci’s stomach as the count reached 5. That sent Staci rolling across the grass, gasping for breath and Sara was on her quick to deny her that breathing space. Pulling Staci to her feet by the hair roughly, Sara quickly locked on a double breast maul, nails hooked into both breasts, bringing a cry of pain to Staci’s lips. Lips that she was quick to attack further with a headbutt to the mouth, followed instantly by a knee to the crotch. Sara’s death grip of her breasts ensured the jet haired champion stayed standing despite her wobbly legs, for just long enough to allow Sara to use that breast hold to throw her to the ground again.

Once more, the ref started a count only to find Sara still wasn’t quite ready to accept the victory despite seeming to have it at hand whenever she wanted it. She forced Staci up into a position on all fours now, looking to deliver her knockout blow, the coupe de grace, as she struck with a knee to the jaw of the champion who was immediately knocked to her back in the grass by the forceful and effective blow. Still, Sara wasn’t quite done, delivering a fierce nail rake to both of Staci’s pert breasts, raising angry furrows with her nails there as the champion just whined weakly in pain. Then an elbow to the mouth shut her up again, and Sara got off her, telling the ref to ‘count her’ as she strolled over to pick up Staci’s tiny hotpants from where she had thrown them. Just like Emma had done previously, as the referee tolled the count slowly but surely, nearing 20, Sara picked one of the diamanté stars from the waistband of Staci’s hotpants. ‘You won’t be needing this star either now will you bitch?’ she told the fallen champion as the referee counted off the final seconds of the count to confirm her as the winner of the fight by knockout. A foot planted firmly on Staci’s pert breasts, Sara waited patiently for the referee to return with the title belt which she raised high to the applause of the crowd. Then, one final exclamation point was added to her victory as she dropped heavily on to Staci to pin her, spreading her with the grapevine that was so often the prelude to her punishing opponents with the super smother. Today though, it was all about adding insult to the defeat for The Goddess as she turned those silver hotpants inside out and rubbed the crotch section all over the defeated jet haired jezabel’s face. A final act of contempt for the beaten champion, as Sara got off her, leaving her lying defeated at the centre of this makeshift grassy battlefield. It had demonstrated a complete changing of the guard again; where Staci had appeared totally dominant only weeks earlier, Emma and Sara had both exposed a major flaw in her armour. Sara and Emma exchanged a hug now as they revelled in the fact that they were the true queens of catfighting once again.

Two questions remained now for me. Would Sara and Emma be forced back into their old rivalry once again as both held high level titles, and was there any way for Staci to bounce back from this defeat and counteract the tactics that had proven to be her downfall?