Breaking The Chains
By Wolfboy
Betty wants to follow her own agenda as champion….but first she has to take on Sophie to earn the right
Betty’s plans to take Emma and Debbie to task for the latter not letting her get her shot at Smythe catfights earlier had one clear flaw in it at the moment. Regardless of what she wished to do, she was still subservient to the rock singer Sophie Morgan, having lost twice to her. Mistress Sophie as she was still forced to refer to her as wasn’t exactly going to let her just go off on her own and take on whoever she wanted. Not when she could make the Smythe champion fight women for her whenever she wished, and get to fuck them when Betty beat them. No, Betty was going to have to beat Sophie before she could move forward with her plan, and that was easier said than done. She’d been beaten twice by Sophie and had been present when the jet haired singer had picked apart more than one Smythe contender standard fighter as well. It wasn’t going to be easy to do at all, but Betty trained harder. She was fitter and stronger than ever. Tough and skilled, and just about ready to unveil a new harder edge to her style.
She had the bait that she needed to draw Sophie into a match, certainly. She was 100% Sophie’s type. That had been very evident when the blonde hadn’t been fighting Sophie; the jet haired singer would fuck her with a passion. And Sophie was a woman who loved to fight as well. Could she resist a chance to jump the queue and be Betty’s first challenger as the official Smythe Ladies Champion? Betty baited the hook good and proper, appearing naked and submissive before her mistress one evening to ask her “Mistress Sophie….would you like to be my first championships defence for my title? You would have to fight me in public though…”
“In public? I’d love to remind you that you’re my bitch again Groupie” Sophie had told Betty. “So sure, why not do that publicly? I just want one stipulation” she told Betty.
“What would that be Mistress Sophie?” Betty asked, although she already had a good idea what it might be.
“That when I win, you are my groupie slave for as long as I like. No escape. No challenges to my authority again. Can you handle that?” she asked the blonde.
“If I win though? I’m free?” Betty asked Sophie.
“In the unlikely event that you beat me, then yes, you are free” Sophie readily agreed.
“Then I’ll ask the Smythe’s to make the match Mistress Sophie” Betty told her.
The deal was sealed almost as easily with regard to the match happening as well of course. Betty had already floated the idea with Lady Amelia, and the prospect of a bona fide rock star fighting for their title had proven irresistible, especially when Betty assured her that it was going to be a fully competitive bitch fight. While the mistress / slave angle wasn’t played upon publicly, it was included in the contract signed by both women for the fight, along with the implications of defeat for either woman. Of course, Betty knew that she was going to need to up her game against Sophie; the jet haired rock chick had done something of a number on her twice in rough matches, and used her after them. Add to that Betty being little more than a play thing for the woman she had to refer to as Mistress Sophie since their last fight. The rock singer was used to treating Betty roughly, with not too much respect and would doubtless look to do the same in this fight. Betty had a plan though, and she would play into that approach from Sophie as much as she could afford to.
Unusually, the two women would share a changing room prior to the match, at Betty’s request so that she wasn’t too far apart from Sophie. In doing that, Betty would look to use the proximity to make Sophie think she was totally submissive to her before the match. The whole time that Sophie was in the room with her, Betty walked around the room naked, while the rock chick prepared herself, casting a hungry eye over her slave, who also just happened to be the Smythe Ladies Catfighting Champion. Betty was well aware that her tight body, big breasts, blonde hair and bright smiled combined into quite an intoxicating sight for the singer. Match time was nearing, and as challenger, Sophie would be called first to the ring to fight; just as that time approached, Betty smiled sweetly at her and spoke. “Mistress Sophie….if you win tonight, I want you to fuck me hard in that ring, right in front of everyone so that they know that you own me” she told the jet haired singer. “And please make it rough!” she added; Sophie could hardly avoid showing how excited she was at the prospect.
“When I win” Sophie corrected. “When I win, I will rock your world like never before Groupie” she smiled. Then she was called to the ring. “Thank you mistress” Betty called after her, but the blonde’s face had changed, to set in a look of determination, before she quickly threw on her outfit and prepared herself mentally for battle. She knew it was going to be tough, but if she was serious about this, then she had to remove herself from the control of Sophie Morgan first and foremost.
Out in the ring room, Sophie was making her way to the ring, and the cheers were undeniably loud for the jet haired singer. She was famous enough after all, well known through her career with the band Catnip, and their numerous top ten albums; the Smythe crowd were in equal parts delighted and surprised to find someone so well known taking part in a catfight at the mansion. Even more so, that she would be taking part in a genuine main event catfight for the title. The jet haired singer wore a tight black PVC dress that hugged her every curve as she slowly walked to the ring, working the crowd with her charisma as she did so. On her feet she wore boots, but out of respect to the ring surface, on this occasion her thigh high black boots were flat soled. They were not wrestling boots though; these were fashion boots with a hard sole that she once more intended to put to good use on Betty’s body. As the jet haired rock chick climbed in to he ring, those positioned on that side of the ring just caught a hint of the electric blue leather thong she wore beneath her dress. It was all she wore beneath the dress; she would fight topless, knowing her decision to do so would force Betty to do so; her groupie’s big tits were always sensitive to her expert touch!
Now Betty followed Sophie on her own way to the ring also warmly received by the crowd in what would be her first official defence of the full Smythe Catfight Championship. She had been upgraded to the full champion following Emma’s loss to Toni which meant of course that Emma wasn’t able to defend her title for the foreseeable future. Betty’s confidence in taking on the title was helped by her private encounter with Emma in Sophie’s dungeon wrestling room. As she walked to the ring, Betty was ready, as well prepared as she had ever been for a fight. She carried the championship belt across her left shoulder, and it was pretty clear to see why she had needed so little time to prepare herself for the match once Sophie had headed to the ring first. She just wore a red fishnet once piece that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, along with a pair of white knee high boots. Those boots might have laced up like a pair of wrestling boots, but they too were fashion boots. Both women it seemed, as Betty slipped between the ropes, were planning to put the boots to the other.
Both stood in their corners now, Sophie looking intently at Betty who seemed unable to meet the jet haired singer’s gaze across the ring as the ring announcer began to speak. “Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a catfight for the Smythe championship, set for one total submission of the match with no time limit and no holds barred. First of all, the challenger on my left, she is the lead singer of the band Catnip, at 5 feet 8 inches tall, 150lbs, and measuring 38C-25-37 with an impressive record of 46 wins and 7 defeats, this is Sophie Morgan! And her opponent on my right is the current Smythe Ladies Catfighting Champion, at 5 feet 9 inches tall, 158lbs, measuring 38DD-26-36 with a record of 24 wins and 5 losses, this is Betty!” The crowd had cheered for both fighters, Sophie clearly had eyes for Betty, and it looked like the champion was perhaps a little overwhelmed by the presence of Sophie in the opposite corner, even to those unaware of the history between the two. Whatever the situation between the two that had led to this point, the fight was underway but perhaps lacking the initial ferocity and tempo of the first fight between the two on Sophie’s tour bus. Today, the rock chick was happy to circle languidly, having removed her dress in the corner, recognising that the opportunity for some verbal berating of her slave shouldn’t be turned down, regardless of Betty’s standing here as champion.
“Red suits you Groupie” Sophie started. “I can’t wait to shred every last scrap of that off your body before I fuck you!” she told Betty.
“Thank you Mistress Sophie” Betty replied, quietly and coyly, still not quite meeting Sophie’s gaze.
“Do you want to just lie down and submit now?” Sophie asked. “Clearly you know you can’t beat be in a fight, Groupie!” she claimed.
“No Mistress Sophie. I want you to fight me and hurt me before you claim my title” Betty said in reply. Her voice was quiet, to the extent that nobody outside of the ring was able to really hear what she was saying. While Sophie reacted calmly to that statement though, she couldn’t help but have her eyes betray her excitement at the prospect. She liked Betty, She wouldn’t have fought the blonde with the intention of winning her as her slave if she didn’t. But hurting her in the process of keeping her prized possession was especially appealing to Sophie.
“It will be my pleasure Groupie” Sophie told Betty, just before the blonde offered what looked to be a sporting handshake to her opponent before the match would start in earnest. Of course, it was an opening that Sophie wouldn’t refuse, taking Betty’s offered hand graciously, then quickly using it to pull the blonde straight on to a knee buried in her belly. “UUUNNNGGFFFF!” Betty moaned loudly at taking the knee, and her gamble with taking Sophie on got underway painfully, but exactly how she had expected it to. Betty had a plan….it was one that was going to be painful to execute. One that might not even work, but she thought she’d finally established how she might be able to beat the jet haired rock chick.
“Oh…..poor groupie!” Sophie laughed, using Betty’s hair to straighten the blonde up before she raked the blonde’s eyes to make her shriek loudly in anguish as her vision was assaulted. It was early in the contest, and Sophie kept up the pressure, slapping Betty’s face hard before she lashed her DD breasts with a harsh chop to send the blonde reeling to the ropes. Betty’s arm raised defensively across her breasts, not wanting to take another such blow early in the fight, and Sophie smiled at this show of weakness from the champion already before sending a short right hand into Betty’s body. Once more the blonde groaned as she felt the knuckles on her flesh; she wasn’t having to put that on to draw Sophie in given how hard she hit. Now Sophie surprised Betty a little. She hadn’t expected her to be so efficient in using the ring as well, but the rock chick was no stranger to the environment. She fired Betty off to the opposite ropes and met her almost at centre ring on the rebound with a flat footed kick to the body. Rushing on to that, Betty felt the hard boot catch her, and she dropped to the mat gasping for breath, the soles of her own boots drumming the mat loudly as she tried to refill her lungs. Sophie hovered menacingly close by, waiting a moment before she was presented the chance to stomp down on Betty’s right breast now. Once more, the shrieks of anguish from the blonde were very genuine. At the moment, it looked like if her plan had been to get the shit beaten out of her by the English singer, then she was absolutely nailing her game-plan!
The truth being that her plan wasn’t actually all that far from that at this stage was a long way from dawning on Sophie just yet; she peeled Betty from the mat by her hair, and lifted her with an easy authority before body slamming her at the centre of the ring. Betty took that impact as well as she could, her hips rising slowly from the mat for a moment before Sophie dropped onto her, belly to belly, in a splash to flatten Betty to the mat. A controlling position was the aim for the jet haired fighter now, as she took up a cross pin on Betty, trapping the blonde’s right arm between her thighs. Her left was free to tangle in Sophie’s long black hair, as Sophie pushed her own left hand roughly into Betty’s face before just ripping a little of Betty’s red fishnet suit so that she had even better access to her breasts. Betty just about had chance to brace herself before she felt Sophie’s nails harshly in her left breast, punishing her. “OWWWW...OOOOWWWWW!” she moaned loudly.
“Poor groupie!” Sophie laughed, “Do you want to give up already?” she asked Betty.
“Nooooo” Betty wailed, making sure her pained cry was tinged with a pathetic air. She really wanted to make sure Sophie felt that she was no threat at this stage. “Please….” she said, as if she were pleading for leniency, then she added in a quiet whisper just for Sophie “hurt me more, mistress!”
Sophie’s eyes danced with delight at the very prospect of that, working her fingers harshly in Betty’s breast to make her whine loudly in pain. As first title defences went, it hardly seemed to be the most auspicious of starts for the new Smythe champion. Sophie slapped her face hard now, a blow that carried the power to make the blonde just stunned for the briefest of moments, so that she could pull her from the mat. Now Betty pawed weakly at Sophie’s body, almost a half hearted slap across the body that carried no force and just made Sophie smirk before she waist-locked Betty and lifted her into a pussy pounding atomic drop. Landing one leg either side of a well toned, outstretched, thigh, the pain was sudden and intense for Betty who remained frozen in place on Sophie’s leg for a moment, allowing the jet haired rock chick to jerk her thigh back up between the blonde’s legs. Then it was a double handed nail thrust to her essentially bare breasts that put Betty back on the mat and in pain once more. “Come on groupie” Sophie taunted, using her pet name for Betty once more, “I expected better from a champion!” she told her as she bunched up a fistful of blonde hair, and pulled Betty back to her knees.
Betty struck a little more firmly this time, sending a punch into Sophie’s left breast but it was a blow that the jet haired woman was able to shrug off without too much concern. A slap to the face admonished Betty, and then Sophie brought her the rest of the way to her feet, before she walked her into the corner and introduced her face first into the turnbuckle. Dazed once more, Betty groaned loudly then as Sophie backed up a couple of paces and then jumped back in to land with a knee into the middle of Betty’s lower back. It was looking increasingly one sided as Sophie maintained her control of things, using the hair to snap mare Betty out of the corner, then she used her boots for the second time, this time with a kick pushed out to land between Betty’s shoulders and knock her to the mat on her side. The blonde’s mind was going into overdrive by now. Had she miscalculated her tactic and already lost her chance to strike back? Sophie was without doubt a dangerous fighter, capable of countering what she threw at her, but her plan was that when Sophie was dominant, sometimes she did become overconfident in a fight. A snap leg drop landed across Betty’s breasts though, suggesting that she was more in control than cocky at this point though as she then used the hair to secure a side head scissors, and sunk her nails hungrily into the blonde’s breasts again.
“Aaagghhhhh! Ooowwwww!” Betty moaned, the volume of her pained protests there for all to hear.
“I thought you wanted this groupie!” Sophie laughed, she could see that Betty was almost sobbing with anguish.
“Noooo….” Betty whined now. “I...I just want to suck on your tits Mistress Sophie” Betty said quietly. It appeared to be an admission of her subservience to the jet haired singer. Sophie smiled, surprised perhaps to have broken Betty’s resistance so quickly. Fighting in front of a crowd could have it’s effect on people though she reasoned as she pulled Betty up by the hair so that she could push her into the corner. She wasn’t wrong in her assessment; a crowd could have quite the bearing on things, like making a fighter blind to what she was walking into. A trap that for five painful minutes, Betty had been baiting to perfection.
“SUCK ON THESE, GROUPIE!” Sophie told Betty as she came into the corner, climbed up on the bottom rope in front of the blonde, and shoved her breasts into Betty’s face. “When I’m satisfied, you’re going out!” Sophie warned her ominously, a slight wavering in her voice as the blonde’s tongue reminded her that she was also her lover as well as her submissive. It was time for Betty to strike back though, decisively, though she was patient, using her tongue and her lips to further disarm Sophie for a moment longer, and there is was, a slight shudder through the body of the rock chick as Betty gave her just what she wanted. That was her opening. Betty suddenly bit down on the breasts that filled her mouth, not harshly, but certainly enough to surprise Sophie who let out a little shriek. At the same time, the hands that Betty had been grasping her ass with moments earlier now clasped tightly behind her. “Wait…..what are you doing…..groupiiieee!” Sophie questions, the last word turning into a howl of pain as Betty lifted her, and punished her with a crotch crushing atomic drop of her own.
“This” Betty told her flatly then, using a double thrust to the throat to send Sophie off her outstretched leg to the mats, just struggling to catch her breath for the moment. She was also struggling to come to terms with just what was happening as the woman who had been so submissive to her, suddenly switched to actually fighting her. A hand was in her hair harshly, pulling her to all fours before Betty cruelly used the laces of her white boots to rake her eyes. Sophie howled, finding her vision taken for a split second by the dastardly move. When she could see shapes again, then red clad blonde wasn’t in her line of sight any more. She might not have been able to see her, but she felt the blonde and her boots just a moment later as a flat footed push kick to her ass pitched her forward, flat on her face to the mat. Betty stepped forward to follow her progress, before dropping now with a heavy elbow drop, landed deliberately across the back of the jet haired singers head. Betty was making sure that Sophie realised now that she was not submissive to her any more. A handful of jet black hair was used to introduce her face to the mat once again went to prove that was the case. Sophie clutched at her face and moaned; Betty just went straight back to the hair to force her up before she Irish Whipped Sophie into the nearest corner.
A chop cracked across Sophie’s breasts now, sending a jolt of pain through her as Betty’s hand slashed across the stiff nipples her tongue had worked on expertly only moments earlier in an altogether more sensual manner. Now Betty was, perhaps for the first time in her fights with Sophie, fighting on the front foot. A right hand whipped into the singers body showers that was the case as it landed and doubled Sophie up in the corner. Betty looked as if she was considering a knee lift to straighten Sophie up. The she smiled cruelly and raked her nails up Sophie’s back from the waistband of her leather thong to her shoulder blades. Sophie Morgan howled in pain for the first time at the hands of Betty, the blonde finally seeming to have broken whatever hold Sophie had held over her in fighting ability up until now.
“OOWWWW…..GROUPIIEE!” Sophie wailed as the blonde punished her with another chop across the breasts now.
“Come on Mistress Sophie” Betty whispered, smiling at her. “I thought you liked it rough?” she teased. Then she buried her right hand deep into her favourite singers body, a breath snatching punch that brought a look of shock to Sophie’s face; the fight had turned in Betty’s favour, decisively the blonde hoped. She leaned her shoulder into the jet haired woman and used an Irish Whip to send her off towards the opposite corner. Confident that she had broken Sophie’s resistance, Betty set off in pursuit, spreading her arms and legs almost into a star shape as she looked to deliver a big avalanche splash on the ailing rock star in the corner. That was an error for Betty though; sure Sophie stayed in the corner, right where Betty was aiming the splash to land, but it was with one of those black thigh boots raised so that the hard sole of it would strike Betty in the chest. Dropped like a bad habit to the canvas, Betty was gasping desperately to catch her breath, and at the feet of Sophie, she was in a bad place. The jet haired fighter took no time to gather herself, simply using the bottom rope as a springboard to gain the height so that she could jump and plant the sole of her right boot into Betty’s belly.
“OOOOFFFFF!” Betty moaned loudly as she spotted her plan heading out of the window almost as quickly as the breath had left her lungs. Sophie had weathered the storm, and now she leaned over to grab Betty’s red fishnet suit, bunching it up at her belly and ripping it some more as she used that along with a handful of blonde hair to force Betty to her feet. The red fishnet of her suit cut harshly in to her ass and pussy for a moment, forcing Betty up on to the toes of her white boots, before Sophie released it, pulling to tear the fabric some more before she sent a harsh knee strike deep into Betty’s body. Behind the mesh of the red fishnet, Betty’s body was starting to show the matching shade of marks from Sophie’s attentions, and it was becoming a real test of the blonde’s will. Sophie had kept her upright by the hair for now, and she slapped her face, the blow carrying more than a little anger at Betty’s attempt to fight back.
“Groupie obviously needs to remember her place!” Sophie remarked a little icily, turning the blonde around and shoving her so that her chest hit the turnbuckles back in the corner. Now Sophie moved in, cracking a derisory smack across Betty’s ass, before she dragged her nails across the champion’s lower back slowly and deliberately. “Aaagghhhh!” Betty cried out. “Mistress Sop…..” she started, just as the jet haired rock start grabbed her hair and sent her face hard into the top turnbuckle again. Betty might have been stunned, but the nails of the rock singer quickly jolted her senses back into gear as they traced their earlier path once more. “AIIIIEEEHHHH!” Betty howled in pain.
“Don’t you give that Mistress shit groupie! You tried to dupe me!” Sophie spat angrily, smacking Betty’s ass once more. Then she went back to the hair, this time to lead the blonde out from the corner before sending her flying with a hair mare. Landing in a seated position, Betty shrieked as she realised Sophie hadn’t released her hold of her blonde locks, using it to pull her up and send her over again. Still, the jet haired fighter kept hold of the hair, using it one last time to pull Betty up and send her over in the hair mare. Each landing got more untidy for the blonde with her legs simply hammering into the canvas on the last one, as it started to look like Sophie might just be draining the fight from her. The jet haired woman was furious though, and her next attack on Betty was less effective in hurting her; she just wanted to pile humiliation on her as she shredded, pulled and ripped the red fishnet suit roughly from Betty’s body, not stopping until she had the blonde completely naked other than her white knee high boots. Only now did Sophie really go back on to the attack, planting a knee between the shoulder blades of the still seated blonde, and then using that as a post as she grabbed her arms and stretched them out wide in a torturous hold. “That’s right groupie” Sophie taunted as Betty whined in frustration, “you show the people out there those big tits of yours” she continued, pouring on the pressure with the hold.
“Owwwww, Mistress Sophie! OOOHHHHH!” Betty complained, in deep trouble in the fight once more now.
“I told you groupie” Sophie said, directly into Betty’s ear, “none of this Mistress shit now. You had your chance...now you’ll refer to me as Goddess, and you’ll fucking well do what I say!” the jet haired woman told her harshly, rowing her arms so that they were pulled back further, making Betty’s DD breasts jut out even more. “Your title is mine….you’re mine….GIVE UP!” Sophie told her.
“NOOOO!” Betty cried out. Her voice sounded stronger and more decisive that she felt about the matter right now though, given how Sophie had total control.
“You fucking will!” Sophie told her ominously. She wanted to impose her will on Betty now, and she went back to the hair to pull the blonde to her feet. There, she spun Betty to face her, and then lifted her with one hand between her tanned legs. Betty squirmed in her grasp, knowing that she had to get free, and soon, if she was to hold on to her title now. But the jet haired singer just gripped her that little bit tighter, keeping control before she planted her with a body slam. Betty groaned, feeling the impact but trying with all she had to not arch her body and lift her hips from the mat, knowing the stomp from Sophie would surely follow if she did so. Instead, Sophie went to her hair, and Betty tried to fight back again with a right hand to the body, delivered as she forced to rise, it carried a lack of snap with it though, and Sophie shrugged it off, slapping Betty’s face in return as she backed her into the ropes. There, she rammed her shoulder roughly into Betty’s right breast as she leaned in to her to fire her off with an Irish Whip to the other side of the ring, before moving hastily out to the centre of the ring, and launching herself into a flying drop-kick. This was a move to finish any fight surely, the impact of those hard soled boots delivered with perfect leg extension by the athletic grace of Sophie, but it landed only on thin air, thanks to the way that Betty had hooked her arms over the top rope to arrest her progress.
Instead of flattening Betty to the mat with the move, it was Sophie who crashed heavily down to the canvas, landing on her shoulders and back. In the ropes, Betty was feeling the beating that Sophie had been laying on her, but she needed to attack now, and take advantage of this surprise opening. She moved in and attacked with a harsh simplicity, grabbing Sophie’s ankles to spread her, and dropping a knee to Sophie’s electric blue covered crotch.
“Aaagghhhh….oooohhhh!” Sophie wailed as the pain from the blow coursed through her body. Worse was to follow for her as Betty had kept a hold of her ankles, holding her spread still as she got back up and repositioned herself to deliver a leg drop between Sophie’s legs now. While her heel caught Sophie low in the belly, there was no question that plenty of the impact was with Sophie’s crotch again as she howled in pain. Betty had regained the initiative at least for the time being, and she intended to keep it that way as she used Sophie’s long jet black hair to force her to all fours and then lead her to the ring ropes. “Some fucking goddess” Betty remarked back over her shoulder to Sophie, “getting walked like a bitch on a leash by your own hair!” the blonde taunted, then she pushed Sophie on to the middle rope so that she could force her throat onto the rope to choke her. Betty had the jet haired rock chick in trouble, her arms reaching out through the ropes for some help that just wasn’t there for her as the blonde sat on her back, facing back into the ring. She grabbed the back of Sophie’s electric blue thong now, and pulled it up into a wedgie. This was a major problem for Sophie; if Betty’s fishnet had cut into her at times, the leather was far worse, with absolutely no prospect of it ripping. “OWWWWWWWWW!” she screeched out in pain, and then for the first time in a long time, she actually used the blonde’s name. “Betttyyyy! Please….” she cried out.
“What’s the matter…..goddess?” Betty teased her now.
“You’re hurting me….OWWWW!” Sophie moaned, squealing again as Betty pulled on her thong again, a little more lightly this time.
“Well, it is kind of the idea!” Betty smiled. She was sure she’d got Sophie under control now. Why else would she have used the blonde’s actual name? Betty got off Sophie, but she didn’t give her a chance to gather herself, pulling on the middle rope to send her sprawling back into the ring. Crucially, Sophie had come to rest, staring up at the ring lights on her back, and that was all the opening that the blonde needed to dive on top of her in a full body splash. “OOOFFGHHH!” Sophie moaned. The choke on the ropes has her low on air already, the splash had taken some more of the fight out of her, and now she was set for Betty’s favoured finisher. The blonde shifted forwards, getting to the right position, and then she simply dropped, landing her big breasts in the face of the jet haired rock chick. At the same time, she snatched a handful of Sophie’s hair, in close to the scalp to make sure that Sophie couldn’t easily turn her head to ease any of the pressure of the move. And Betty then simply settled into place, riding her body as heavily as she could on Sophie’s to make it harder for her to catch even half a breath; now she was prepared to wait it out as Sophie’s fingers explored her ass, just pawing her lightly. Finally, the blonde had got the best of her favourite singer, when it really mattered, it was just a case of waiting for her to admit it.
“Well?” Betty asked. “What have you got to say for yourself, Goddess Sophie?” she asked, using the goddess name almost as a taunt. She was treated with silence as an answer, as Sophie could barely muster the breath to answer her. A moment longer, and she did what she had to, those pawing hands instead tapping at Betty’s body to admit her submission. It was the end of the match, and for Smythe champion Betty, it was also an escape from the control of Sophie, who she still lay on top of, gazing into her eyes. She couldn’t deny that she still liked this woman, maybe even loved her, but she had needed to be free of her control before she could deal with Debbie and Emma now.
Betty gave Sophie’s cheek a gentle pat, noting for the first time since they had met that there, in the middle of the Smythe ring, the jet haired singer was struggling to meet her gaze. She smiled to herself, and then leaned down to whisper in Sophie’s ear. “I still like you...but you’re not my mistress, goddess or anything else like that Sophie….now, I won’t fuck you here in public. I don’t think your….reputation really needs that now does it. But I promise you...bring that cute ass of yours back to the changing room, and this little groupie will rock your world like never before, Superstar!” Betty said, delivering a gentle peck to Sophie’s cheek that sent a tingle through her entire body as the soft lips of the American blonde lightly brushed her skin.
Then Betty got off her, waited for the referee to hand her the title belt which she raised above her head to the cheers of the crowd as she paraded it around the ring. Her body showed the marks of a tough battle, but her face showed her joy at having won it. Then she cast one more glance at Sophie, there still flat out on the canvas, and left the ring, jumping down from the apron and making her way back to the changing rooms, still as the reigning Smythe champion.