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I Still Have Your Number…..Bitch!

By Wolfboy

Sara faces a title defence against a past opponent

It was time for Sara to face an old rival in the form of Raven Steele, for her Hong Kong title, and the bookmaker’s boards in the city were alive with the speculation about just what it all meant. Was their rivalry an even one, who had won in the their previous meeting, and many other thoughts were on the mind of those looking to place wagers on the outcome. The members of the HongKong Syndicate running the match, well, they were just happy to find themselves as the promoters of a highly anticipated match, and had been more than happy to fuel the talk of rivalry.

For her part though, Sara didn’t really see it that way. She’d told Jemma before leaving for Hong Kong ‘she’s really no rival. She’s just a little bitch who I beat up and then had to get her mommy to do her dirty work for her. She’ll go the same way again this time, and if her cunt of a mother wants some more, well, this time I’m more than ready for her too!’

The truth was that Raven Steele was a woman changed from that which Sara had faced as a fresh faced 21 year old in her early stages as a catfighter. Sara was a raw and powerful fighter then, where today, the power remained, but was joined by the skills and nastiness of a polished fighter, mixing skills with her pure catfighting techniques. It had made her a hard woman to defeat. She had been 21 when she’d faces 18 year old Raven in her first Southern Belles catfight, and Sara had made the debutant pay. It had been a mismatch. Sara beat her to the punch, hit harder, was stronger and faster. In a matter of minutes, she had run Raven Steele over, leaving her beaten on the mat for a two submissions to zero victory. As far as Sara was concerned, Raven was going to go the same way again tonight.

For her part, Raven was determined to right the way that she had lost her first ever official catfighting contest to Sara. She had to admit the blonde had overwhelmed her back then, there was no other way to describe it. She hadn’t been ready. Nor was she on her debut in the underground fight world. It was a gradual process for her to become a woman strong enough for the world she’d chosen to operate in. Only then was she truly worthy of the fighting name her mother had bestowed upon her after her mane of raven black hair. Charlotte Steele had always been known as Raven on the mats or in the fight pits of the underground scene. But only after a few fights had she felt the confidence to truly be Raven. She was sure that she would own the brash and confident blonde this evening in the Hong Kong Syndicate title match.

It would be a cage match, something which was fairly commonplace in the Hong Kong title matches. Neither woman minded it either. They would both be here to fight and to take the other woman apart over a best of three submissions fight. Raven had told anyone that would listen that she would force a total submission of the contest in the very first fall to humiliate Sara. The strawberry blonde had smiled when she heard that claim, dismissed it almost immediately as bravado, then responded that she was more than happy to take her time over the two submissions it would require, to really hurt her challenger.

‘I’m surprised this fits me so well mum’ Raven Steele told her mother Morgan as she slipped into the very outfit that Morgan had worn in her fight with Sara all those years before. ‘I mean, I’m bigger than you were aren’t I?’ she asked in the privacy of the changing area. The outfit she wore was the black and leopard print bodysuit, trimmed in pink, with black opaque hold up stockings. A look, her mother had declared, fit for a champion.

‘It’s been adjusted a little for you’ Morgan admitted, seeing that the garment fit tightly but well, enhancing her daughters powerful body. ‘And it’ll give that bitch flashbacks to the time she spent under it against me’ Morgan smiled, hoping that the choice of outfit might give her daughter an early edge.

Raven eyed her appearance in the full length mirror of the dressing room, loving how the leopard print material traced her every curve. Then she smoothed her hold up stockings on her legs, the lace top of them just around the swell of her thigh where it was at it’s thickest, highlighting the power she had there. They were her weapons of choice; that and her ass, which she loved to smother girls with. ‘Lets go’ she said to Morgan now, and her mother led her from the changing area, partitioned off in an old warehouse near the docks which the Syndicate had converted to an arena. The lights were dimmed on the crowd as she picked her way through them, heading for the brightly lit cage at the centre of the room. The centre of attention was the relatively short, but well built fighter, as she entered through the door and shook the walls of the cage as she gripped them and stared at the entrance to the arena, waiting for Sara to appear.

Now it was time for the champion’s mind games to come into play a little. She would be rushed by nobody, despite Raven waiting in the cage for her, keen to get started as she paced back and forth, eyes never leaving the entrance way. Sara knew she was making Raven burn that little bit of extra nervous energy while she waited. Her locker room was just the same as Raven’s, built well enough, partitioned off from the main arena in the converted warehouse. She looked at herself in the long mirror on the wall of the room now, just as Raven had in her own room moments before, and she also liked what she saw. She was not dressed anything like she’d been when she fought against Raven or Morgan previously. Back then, she’d been topless from the start against Raven, and really might as well have been against Morgan too for what little protection her outfit that day had offered her. Today, she was attired differently to how she’d been seen in almost all of her fights. Typically, red had always been Sara’s go to colour, but it had stuck in her mind that Raven had consistently called her ‘a cow’ in the pre match trash talking. Sara had decided that for today, she was going to embrace that, and she wore a while and black cow print bikini set with tie side thong bottoms and a halter neck top that fought hard to contain her impressive breasts. She was barefoot, finger and toe nails painted in cow print designs also, finger nails especially sharp as she was sure Raven would be like her mother in that respect. Finally, she picked up the Hong Kong syndicate catfighting championship title belt off the table in the room, placed it over her shoulder, and walked through the door into the bright lights of the arena.

She could see Raven Steele still pacing in the cage, noting that stripped down to fight, the jet haired catfighter appeared even thicker and stronger than she had expected. She saw the shimmer of sweat on the challenger’s brow as well as she simmered beneath the lights in the cage. Sara smiled, realising that it did her no harm to take her time as she sauntered her way to the cage. It would be time to fight soon enough as she stepped through the door to enter the structure, joining Raven and the female referee in there. The announcer remained on the outside of the cage, and quickly began the introductions as the two fighters eyes each other with interest now. ‘Ladies, gentlemen, this is a no time limit, anything goes catfight, set for the best of 3 submissions. It is for the Hong Kong Syndicate Championship’ he said as Sara gave the referee the title belt to hold aloft. ‘Introducing first, our challenger, from Cleveland, Ohio, she stands 5 feet 5 inches tall, weighs in tonight at 181lbs, is 35 years old and measure 40E-28-41 with a catfighting record of 35 wins and 8 loses, she is the Queen of the Underground….RAVEN STEELE!’ The crowd gave the challenger an ovation that she accepted with a hand raised; her eyes never left Sara though, staring a hole through the champion. Sara smiled to herself. Plenty of girls could put on the tough girl act without backing it up when the bell rang. ‘And now the champion, from Tuscaloosa, Alabama, she stands 5 feet 9 inches tall, weighs 170lbs, is 38 years old and measures 38DD-29-40 with a record of 46 wins and 15 losses, this is SARA!’

Sara smiled and waved out to the crowd, many of who she had fought in front of a number of times by now, many more though that were watching her fight for the first time tonight. It was a setting she was comfortable in, more so than the increasingly agitated Raven Steele, who it seemed was getting further pumped up to fight by her mother. Like an agitated and highly strung thoroughbred in the parade ring on a hot day, she was sweating and expending energy freely. Sara smiled again. She knew that those agitated, highly strung thoroughbreds so rarely ran up to their potential.

There would be a face of now, of sorts at least. The referee called the two to the centre for final instructions. ‘I knew you were a worthless cow’ Raven shot icily at Sara. ‘Now you’re even dressing the part!’

‘I’m the cow that’s going to break your dreams once again Raven…..surprised a fat bitch like you can even fit into mummy’s old fighting gear’ she laughed.

‘Try not to cry when you’re trapped under it this time you snivelling whore!’ Raven fired back at Sara angrily.

‘Well, try not to have to have mummy do your fighting for you this time around you weak cunt!’ Sara told her with a stony glare.

‘Bitch!’ Raven sniped.

‘Cunt!’ Sara returned fire verbally, and now both women were in the hair of the other.

The referee gave an exasperated shrug as both women got straight in to it in the middle of her instructions now, each stinging the other’s face with hard slaps as they tangled in the other’s hair. Sensing the best course of action, the ref just called for the bell. Both women had wanted to get into it, so it wasn’t even like one had jumped the other; it was fair, so she let them go. And they did just that in a furious thirty seconds, both cracking slaps off faces before Raven left Sara with a hand print courtesy of a thundering downward slap to the top of her left breast. Sara took it, not wanting to give Raven any real indication that she’d felt it before firing back with a right hand into Raven’s left side. Sara felt her knuckles sink satisfyingly into Raven’s body through the thin mesh covering of her bodysuit. But she felt no weakness there, not yet. Now another flurry of slaps rained in from both fighters, concentrating on the face, and Raven took the first real edge of the fight. She swung in a heavy slap, but secured a nasty hold of cheek and nose to quickly steer Sara back towards the cage wall.

Sara grunted in protest as that hand went into her hair now while Raven delivered a short left to her body. A short hard punch, it was effective enough, making Sara gasp for breath for a split second, before a double handful of hair allowed Raven to bang the back of her head against the cage wall. Sara was the tiniest bit dazed, but she shot back, chopping a right hand into Raven’s breasts, but fired up in the early going, it was like the raven haired fighter had barely felt it. She responded with a double thrust, high to the chest, sliding up into the throat even, and that rocked Sara back to the cage wall. Then, with a handful of hair and a handful of breast, she threw the strawberry blonde champion out to the centre of the cage, into a heavy landing. Power it seemed was very much in the favour of the thicker and not inconsiderably muscled jet haired challenger. Speed though would prove to be in Sara’s favour as she dodged Raven’s attempt to follow in with a running kick to the breasts by dropping flat to the mat. The kick sailed harmlessly enough through the air, and as Raven’s foot came back to the mat behind her, Sara reached, snagged the ankle, and pulled to send her challenger flat on her face, to the mat.

Sara was fresh still at this point, and got to her feet quickly enough to deliver a stomp to the lower back of the half rising Raven, flattening her again to the mat. She waited there for the jet haired Queen of the Underground to rise before looking to go in with a football kick to the body. That was a tactic seen regularly by Raven in the world of underground fights though, given their often short and quite brutal nature. She blocked Sara’s foot, pushing back as she parried it to send Sara off balance, then lunged to bury her fist into Sara’s stomach, to slow the champion up from any potential response. Raven rose quickly, choosing not to strike but instead wrapping Sara up in a tight bearhug instead. The power of Raven was evident now. Shorter by four inches, she still had what it took to lift Sara off her feet totally in the move, bringing a look of surprised pain to the champion’s eyes as she squeezed her. Sara’s hands went straight to Raven’s hair, using it to rip the challenger’s head back painfully in return. Then those hands were back on her own head as she felt the pain from a flex of the powerful arms that held her feet clear of the mat. She was about to go back to the hair when Raven rushed her at the cage wall, releasing the bearhug at the last split second, so that it was momentum that carried Sara into the wall. The short and curvy powerhouse’s body arrived just a split second after that impact, ensuring that she caught Sara just rebounding off the slightly flexing wall and crushed her straight back into it.

Raven Steele was content then to lean in for a moment, grinding her body into Sara as she let the taller blonde lean her chin on her shoulder. ‘You’re already done in this fall you weak fucking cow!’ Raven muttered to her as her mother looked on from that side of the cage proudly. She enjoyed the way that Raven invited the attempted bite from Sara before she lifted that shoulder harshly to snap Sara’s head back sharply. The whiplash of that would give Sara something to think about the following morning, but for now she had to think about the way that Raven lifted her, this time planning to deliver a pussy pounding atomic drop. Now the proximity of cage wall that had hurt Sara seconds earlier helped her; as she was lifted, she pushed off the cage with her feet and overbalanced Raven so that she crashed to the mat with the strawberry blonde landing on top of her. Although it was an untidy landing, Sara got a loose cross pin and used the position to hammer three right hands into Raven’s belly before the jet haired challenger tangled her arms up with her own in a defensive clinch from beneath. It was purely that though for now, defensive, using her power to immobilise Sara from beneath. Sara wasn’t too concerned, the clinch wasn’t hurting her, and she was making Raven carry some of her weight across her chest while she moved to try and get her own breasts partly in Raven’s face. ‘OWWW CUNT!’ Sara suddenly exclaimed though, feeling the sharp talons of Raven Steele in play for the first time, hooked in her upper arm and shoulder, helping to anchor her in place to prevent the smother. It was just enough distraction too, Raven timed a bridge perfectly and rolled Sara off her to the mat. Both were in range of the other’s feet now and didn’t waste that chance, flailing at the other with kicks from the ground that landed; the furious exchange only ending as they finally broke out of range of the other.

Each would scramble to their feet, circling briefly in an ever shortening pattern that could only lead them back into close combat again. Words were exchanged, slaps and punches whistled through the air, landing with their differing impacts on covered and bare skin. Then, without any deliberate movement, their tightening paths connected and each was straight into the hair to ensure that the other couldn’t escape so that they could do their damage. This was a fierce spell of fighter now. Raven focussed at first on Sara’s left breast, delivering a series of short uppercuts to knock it clear of the champion’s cow print bikini top. Any plans she had to take advantage of that went on hold though for a moment as Sara made her howl with a nasty deep nail rake of her almost bare left shoulder. Then her shoulder really was bare as Sara grabbed and ripped the pink shoulder strap with ease.

‘You fucking cow!’ Raven complained at that, then she howled again as a second shoulder take made her rethink her strategy. She tried to send in some knees, none landing really perfectly as Sara blocked and dodged, twisting her body to get clear of the attacks just about as she worked to get the raven haired challenger’s breast clear of her outfit.

‘Awwww what? Mummy won’t be happy you got her suit ripped?’ Sara taunted, digging her fingers into her breasts to draw a moan of pain from Raven. ‘I’m surprised your fat ass didn’t already rip it anywa…..uuugghhhh!’ Sara almost finished mocking her before one of those knees found the mark, right up under her breasts, knocking the wind out of her. Now Raven locked on to Sara’s exposed left breast, talons sunk in, as she used the grip to run her back to towards the cage wall again. Sara took that impact hard and her face showed the pain she felt from the breast maul Raven had on her. She tried to pull away from it even as Raven told her ‘going to rip your fucking udders up, cow!’ Quickly Sara thought better of trying to pull away, realising it just gave her challenger the chance to hang on doggedly to her grip to hurt her even more. Instead she looked to press in tighter to stop Raven’s leverage, and paid a price as she was rocked by a heavy forearm to the face. The crowd looked on with interest, wondering as Sara was pinned back against the wall and worked over, if the champion was starting to wilt under Raven’s attack.

‘AAAGGGHHHHH!’ she cried out as Raven’s nails were dug into sensitive breast flesh, each movement of the fingers only bringing fresh barbs of pain for her to deal with.

‘Submit cow….moooo for Raven!’ the challenger demanded, rocking the strawberry blonde with another forearm to the face, reddening Sara’s cheek where it landed. The champion looked dazed from the blow; Raven Steele poured on the pain with the breast maul.

‘Fuck off you stupid bitch!’ Sara told her, grimacing as she felt those nails work her again. Then she stomped on Raven’s bare foot, having noted her challenger getting a little complacent with her placement of them. A sharp shock for Raven, followed with a harsher one courtesy of a knee lift to the pussy, even before she’d registered fully that her foot hurt now. As the challenger sagged, Sara introduced her face first into the mesh wall of the cage. While it wasn’t quite the devastating blow some might have thought, given that flex in the wall, it still carried a good shock value, confirmed by Raven’s shriek on impact. Sara took a moment now, just to gather herself, then hammered a punch into Raven’s lower back now before grabbing her hair and leading her off the wall towards the centre. She cruelly raked the jet haired challengers eyes now, a cruel move, designed to disorient the shrieking contender so that she might offer a bit less resistance when Sara showed her power to scoop and slam Raven at the centre of the cage. The curvy powerhouse bounced a half inch clear of the mats as Sara delivered her there with an authority and power that Raven hadn’t expected. Quickly now, Sara dived for her target, arms and legs spread, as she landed with a heavy splash before the jet haired fighter had any chance to raise her knees or roll clear.

Crushed to the mat, Raven Steele gasped for breath under Sara while the strawberry blonde American pressed her forearm to the throat of her jet haired countrywoman. The intent was clear, while Raven was short of breath, she wasn’t going to let her recover that position easily. She shifted her position, more weight on Raven’s body helping her to press the forearm in to choke her, as she tried to get her breasts into Raven’s face to add smother to her list of problems. ‘Get those udders out of my face!’ Raven hissed at Sara, the smother partial but adding to the effectiveness of the predicament. Raven was in trouble, her stockinged feet pushing at the mat for purchase to bridge that the nylons made difficult for her to find. Sara elbowed her in the stomach, then hungrily sunk her fingers into Raven’s bare breast, bringing a groan of pain from her beneath the partial smother.

‘Save your breath for submitting bitch!’ Sara told her as her breast work quickly brought a moan of pain again from her challenger.

‘Fuck you!’ Raven shot back angrily, her feet again searching for that purchase to bridge Sara off her.

‘You wish you could you big fat whore!’ Sara shot back quickly, then she ripped at Raven’s breast once more, before she started a more massaging movement, grabbing the breast near to the base and working slowly towards the nipple. ‘Lets see if it’s you that’s the cow…..milking time cunt!’ Sara taunted her.

‘Aaaaggggh….Aaagghiiieee!’ Raven cried out loudly as Sara started to work her breast, hoping perhaps to humiliate her by milking her in the very first round of the fight. ‘Get off my tits you cow!’ she cried out loudly.

‘Moooooo bitch…….mooooo!’ Sara just laughed at her, but Raven’s wild kicking and bucking was just about winning the day for her as Sara realised she wasn’t going to hold the big powerhouse down like this for much longer. She took her forearm off Raven’s throat, used it to deliver a smash to the face to daze her, then disentangled herself, ripping the other pink shoulder strap as she went. On her feet, she was patient; she wanted Raven half risen so that she could plough a kick into her opponent’s big breasts. Despite Morgan’s warnings to her girl, that landed heavily, and sent her rolling across the cage groaning loudly in pain from the blow. She was in trouble and the strawberry blonde champion was stalking her patiently. Raven half rose again, an arm protecting her breasts on the side Sara was standing she hadn’t taken into account a switch of tactic from the champion though who quickly straddled her back and jumped, crashing her butt into the jet haired challenger’s body to flatten her to the mat. A knee drop to the back followed quickly, then with that posted in Raven’s back, Sara grabbed a handful of the leopard print suit and pulled hard, starting to rip the flimsy lingerie. ‘You bit…’ Raven just about managed before Sara stunned her with a heavy cross-face blow and grabbed her shock of jet black hair so she could step forward and trap Raven’s head between her powerful thighs.

Now Sara squeezed hard, imparting a power on Raven that she hadn’t felt before, in a crushing head scissors, before she quickly took it to the mat. Rolling on to her side, Sara could straighten her legs out to bring full power to bear on Raven who thought, as the sound of her own blood rushed in her ears, that her head was going to burst. She cried out in pain then found some relief as Sara eased the power back for a moment so that she could go hunting for Raven’s bare breasts, scratching at them until she latched on to a nipple to pull and twist it harshly. That brought a cry of pain forth from Raven’s lips only for Sara to make her increase her anguished cry as her legs went back to full power. ‘OWWWWWW…….NNNGGGHHHH!’ Raven moaned; ‘Submit bitch!’ Sara told her.

‘Nooooo!’ the jet haired challenger whined unconvincingly before shrieking in anguish as Sara worked her nipple harshly.

‘I said submit!’ Sara told Raven Steele, finding from somewhere an extra few ounces of pressure in her scissor hold that proved to be enough to set Raven tapping furiously at the mat. First submission to Sara who got off her opponent with one last rought pull at her outfit, and a barbed comment asking her ‘the fuck happened to you beating me in one fall huh?’ as she walked back to her side of the cage where she adjusted her cow print top to cover both breasts after Raven’s early work there. She looked out to the centre of the cage and realised the Raven was a little slow to get up, working her head and neck around to try and iron out the knots put there by Sara’s murderous thighs moments ago. The curvy powerhouse had no chance to cover her breasts properly Sara knew; having torn both of the shoulder straps of her outfit. And she no longer looked the confident woman of the opening moments or the build up to the fight. She would watch her carefully of course, but the first submission was usually the toughest with the cocky ones. Sara’s eyes scanned the crowd now, seeing a lot of the usual faces there closest to the cage. Her eyes rested on a finely dressed, strong looking black woman in the front row against the cage, intently watching the fight. Their eyes met across the room for the briefest moment, Sara feeling some sort of connection with her for the moment before their gazes moved elsewhere. Was she a fighter Sara wondered fleetingly? Then her focus moved swiftly back to Raven Steele as the bell signalled the start of the second round of fighting.

Now there was a difference in the gait of the two fighters emerging from their sides of the cage. Sara’s was confident, sure footed, as she moved quickly in a counter clockwise circle, weighing up the moment to strike. Raven, her breasts barely covered by a hasty refashioning of her bodysuit, was more uncertain, her steps looking cautious, as she fell into circling too, though Sara was alrady shortening the gap between them so that a slap could be aimed at Raven’s breasts. That landed, and converted to a grab, it allowed Sara to pull on the front of Raven’s suit, exposing her again as it pulled her in closer. Then a surprise for Sara. As she looked to pull Raven in to a knee to the body, the jet haired challenger went with a right hand to the mouth. Both blows landed, but with momentum behind it, Raven’s right hand won the day, and with Sara rocked, confidence surged back into the body of Raven Steele.

Sara was close to the cage wall and barely got her hands up in time to defend her face when Raven looked to smash it into the mesh with the use of a good handful of strawberry blonde hair. There was no avoiding the follow up though as Raven simply used all of her 181lbs to crush Sara into the cage wall heavily. ‘Unnghhhh….fat cunt!’ Sara moaned as Raven pressed into her and ground her in to the mesh wall.

‘Dirty cow’ Raven hissed in her ear, her fingers gripping the cage as her curves pressed against Sara’s back to hold her there tightly. ‘Bet you love having a real woman all over you like this’ she told the champion. Sara struggled against the cage to little avail though; in the early going of fall two, Raven had her pinned firmly in place. The challenger capitalised quickly now, using two punches to the kidney area to punish Sara, then she quickly hooked Sara’s right ankle with her foot, just spreading her a little. It was scope enough to deliver a quick knee lift to the crotch, it’s effect diminished slightly by the closeness of the cage wall, but still enough to draw a groan as it wobbled Sara. There was a moment of respite as Raven put space between her body and Sara’s now, but only so that she could slam her body back into her weaken her some mow. ‘Little bitch’ she hissed in Sara’s ear, ‘thought you were going to run though me again didn’t you!’ she taunted, sending another punch into Sara’s kidney area. Then her nails dragged harshly across Sara’s back, searing her skin, making the strawberry blonde champion toss her head back and cry out in pain. ‘Weak fucking cow…’ Raven continued, leaning in now to try and take a bite on Sara’s right shoulder. The strawberry blonde cried out as she felt the molar maul go on, but it was an opening of sorts; she gritted her teeth for a moment, taking the pain, then as Raven broke it off for a moment, planning to taunt the anguished blonde, Sara used the little bit of space available to her and thrust her shoulder back hard in to Raven’s face. It left Raven dazed for the briefest of moments at least, although she still gripped the cage wall tightly, holding Sara in place.

A second shoulder struck the jet haired woman in the face now, it’s effect to at least keep her dazed a little while longer, even as Raven tried to hold her grip on the cage. It took a deftly delivered back heel kick to the crotch to really break Ravens grip now, the challenger moaning loudly as it struck home. Now Sara was free from being crushed into the mesh cage by her challenger, who tried to reel away and get some space to recover. Instead, Sara grabbed her shock of black hair and sent her face first into the cage wall. Unlike Sara, Raven really hadn’t been able to get her hands up to defend herself at all, so although she turned her head a little, she took the brunt of the impact. Further dazed, she was still against the cage wall when Sara slammed home two punches across her lower back, repaying Raven for those she’d delivered moments before. Then she took a grip of Raven’s hair, trying to massage her face into the mesh wall to punish her. That found stiff resistance from Raven who swung an elbow back at Sara; in close proximity, that didn’t take too much of an impact no the strawberry blonde champion who responded with a slash of her nails high across Raven’s shoulders.

The jet haired fighter cried out, arched her back and Sara grabbed her hair, leading her off the cage wall to throw her roughly out towards the centre of the cage. She knew instinctively that she had Raven in place, positioned pretty much looking at Morgan on the outside. And that was a good thing. She wanted the mother to see the look of anguish in her girl’s eyes before she put her away in this second fall. She dropped into position behind Raven and planted a knee right in the middle of her back to act as a post as she grabbed her chin with both hands cupped, and wrenched back in a tight chin lock. In itself, not the most dangerous of holds in a catfight, but at the same time, here it was merely acting as a set up. Sara had recognised Raven to be tiring a little, and perhaps sensing this move to be a chance to rest a little, she unwisely decided not to resist it too strongly at first. That was a mistake she realised as the look of concern flared in her eyes suddenly when Sara’s hands moved up her face, forcing her to defend against a tightly applied hand smother. Her nose was pinched closed quickly by Sara while Raven’s struggling stopped her from totally clamping the rest of the hold on fully, allowing her half a breath here and there. It was still a move to take a toll over time though, and watching on, Morgan knew it.

‘For fucks sake Raven! Fight out of it!’ she shouted, her eyes meeting Sara’s for the first time.

‘Yeah Raven…..for fucks sake’ Sara taunted, adding ‘mummy isn’t very happy with you’ as the jet haired fighter belatedly struggled in her clutches. ‘Underground Queen? Your fights were so fucking underground, I take it any proper fighters struggled to find you?’ she teased, allowing Raven to struggle against her more, knowing it only served to keep tiring her. Tellingly there was no answer from Raven for now, just a continued struggle as she pulled at Sara’s arms to no great effect. Sara could tell that the jet haired fighter was weakening.

‘You’ve got nothing left you fat bitch’ Sara taunted here, keeping up the mental punishment alongside the physical. ‘Why don’t you get mummy to come and help you again?’ she asked, the sarcasm dripping from her voice, before she released the smother. While that allowed Raven for the moment to suck the air in hungrily, she punished her with the knee driven between the shoulder blades again, then peeled her from the mat with the encouragement of a good handful of hair. Raven pushed at, rather than struck at Sara’s body to no avail at all, and she found herself forced up into the air, Sara’s hand between her legs, pawing at her crotch for the briefest moment as she walked her a little closer to Morgan. Then she hurt Raven again, this time decisively with an inverted backbreaker, dropping her stomach first across her knee. She kept her there for the briefest moment so that she could rip and pull at her leopard print bodysuit some more. BY the time she smacked Raven’s big ass and pushed her off to the mat, that suit was in a pretty sorry state, barely hanging on to cover any of the challenger’s body now.

‘Little fucking slut’ Sara tutted at her as she eyed Raven on the mat, groaning and writhing in pain but showing no immediate sign of getting up to carry on the fight. It was time Sara realised, losing her own top which she threw from the cage in to the crowd, knowing that the super smother was always at it’s most effective when she was topless. It was always a risk, but a calculated one, and a risk Sara mitigated quickly with a cruel stomp to the belly of Raven Steele, crushing more of the air from her lungs. Then without any more delay, when Raven’s writhing took her to her back again, Sara dropped on to her. Not really a splash, it added to the winding effect as she went hunting for the grapevine to control Raven’s thick stocking clad legs. Her pelvis, grinding deep into Raven’s body just made it that bit tougher for the jet haired fighter to gather herself and defend. Then her legs were trapped, Sara’s legs tangled with them, getting purchase despite the smooth stockings that Raven wore. The first part of the super smother was in place, and the second part was easily in Sara’s grasp now as a strong grip of Raven’s hair, in close to the scalp, presented her face perfectly, against her will, to Sara’s heavy DD breasts which the champion dropped on to her.

Now the action came naturally to Sara, so often had she applied this hold in the past. The hands came out of Raven’s hair, but only to wrap her arms behind her head and pull her face deeply into the smother hold. Now Raven was in trouble; trouble of the deepest kind at that, as she realised her lungs were already close to empty. She balled up her fist and swung it at Sara’s body, landing, but weakly as Sara simply ignored it. Another punch landed, and then another, still not earning any response from the champion. Then as she tried to catch a breath and came up close to empty, she reached for Sara’s thong bikini bottom hoping to wrench it into a wedgie to distract Sara and help her to escape. The thong simply came away in her hand though as Sara had only fastened the sides loosely so that the first serious pull on them of this nature would undo them both and the garment could do her no real harm now.

‘Now what bitch?’ Sara asked Raven, almost conversationally. ‘I mean, you’re fucked aren’t you? Do you want a nap or do you want to submit?’ she continued to question her. ‘I don’t really care. I win it either way…’ she pointed out.

Raven Steele struggled again beneath Sara, pushing at those thighs which held her own powerful legs so well trapped fruitlessly. Unable to really bridge or even squirm effectively, so well was she pinned by the champion. She weakly swung another punch, any energy in it dying before it even reached Sara’s body. ‘I asked you a fucking question cunt!’ Sara commanded now, demanding the submission, wanting the total surrender of Raven Steele. It was coming, that much she knew, because the challenger was getting weaker by the moment. And then suddenly, there it was. As Morgan Steele’s eyes rolled in disappointment, her daughters hand thrashed at the canvas in submission. Sara took her time now of course, waiting until she felt the first tears of desperation on her breasts before finally deigning to release the smother hold.

She stood over Raven for a moment, foot on her chest in between the tattered remnants of her lingerie bodysuit as she waited to be handed her title belt. Then she raised it to the cheers of the crowd. Still standing over Raven but her gaze firmly now on Morgan as if to question ‘do I need to worry about you again now?’

The downcast gaze of the older Steele told Sara all she needed to know on that subject. She had dominated here and she was still the woman to beat in Hong Kong!

Back in the changing room, Sara had showered and was part of the way changed back in to her street clothes, Basking in the glory of her win, she took a seat for a moment and picked up her boots, ready to put them on when there was a knock at the door of her room. She checked herself in the mirror, wearing tight black jeans and a red lace bra, having left her shirt off for a moment with her hair still wet from the shower. Barefoot, she shrugged, and went to answer the door, realising that she may have been half dressed but it was more than anyone in this arena had ever seen her wear to fight still. She answered the door to find the black woman she’d seen at cage side standing there. Dressed in a skirt and jacket, and a three inch pair of heels, she looked every inch as physically impressive as Sara had thought.

‘Can I help you?’ Sara asked her cheerfully. She was in a good mood after the win.

‘Oh, I hope you can’ the woman answered. ‘You see, I’ve watched a lot of girls fight, but none quite like you. I think you’re the best at what you do, I’d like to fight you’ she told Sara straight up.

‘You want a shot at my title?’ Sara asked. ‘Because that’s not up to me’ she pointed out.

‘Not the title. Just you in private, at my house actually’ the black woman told her.

‘Oh really…..and what makes you think that I’d accept that?’ Sara asked, looking up a couple of inches at the black woman thanks to those heels.

‘Well I don’t….look I get it’ the black woman smiled. ‘I mean, who goes to the dressing room of the champion to challenge her in private. But I can tell that you’re at least a little bit curious’ she said. ‘So here’s what I thought’ she said, pulling two items from the pocket of her jacket to hand to Sara. ‘You need to see me in action, so that flash drive has my last fight on it. I fought another lawyer, and trust me, she’s not you by a stretch, but she is a tough bitch. Have a look….see if you think I’m worthy. If I am, then my number is on that card, and we’ll talk financials’ she said. ‘For now though, thanks for your time, and great job on beating that bitch up tonight!’ she smiled before turning.

Sara turned the card over in her hands to see that it read TAMEKA JACKSON; ATTORNEY AT LAW

‘Thanks Tameka….I’ll watch it’ she called after the black woman who smiled, hoping that she’d got her match with her dream opponent at least a little closer to happening.