Introducing the Goddess

By Wolfboy

A trip to an underground fight club to check out a new fighter

Before any of my fighters were due to be back in action, Lady Amelia had asked Emma and I to cast an eye over a potential new fighter for the Smythe organisation. A trip to an underground fight club had been in order to catch a glimpse of the fighter in question in action. The setting was a nightclub style room, but with a large fight area at the centre of it, perhaps where a dancefloor would have been in a more conventional night club. Hidden behind a simple door, the club itself was nicely set up, the patrons all well dressed for a night out enjoying the fights. The evening’s entertainment included three matches, starting with a fight between two lightweight men that ended in a pretty quick and very decisive knockout victory. That was followed by an intriguing mixed battle where the male fighter gave up 15 lbs to the bigger female fighter. Both fighting nude but in luchador masks, each had their time on top in a twenty minute battle which finally ended when the female fighter wrapped her thighs around her opponent’s head in a figure four head scissor to claim the win.

‘Interesting stuff’ Emma had commented at the end of that match. ‘I could maybe go in for something like that I think….’

The real purpose of our visit, as interesting as Emma had found the mixed fight to be, was the evening’s main event. More specifically, one of the contestants in the match, Staci Goulding, who had been making something of a name for herself. 25 years old, and a flawlessly perfect looking young woman, Staci had earned the nickname ‘The Goddess’ and she was determined to live up to that image at all times. She also preferred catchweight fighting despite her relatively slight stature, happy to take on bigger women, so far with great success. Tonight’s match looked to be her biggest challenge to date as she would take on a travelling Spanish fighter, Serena Gomera, in a no time limit anything goes match to the best of 5 submissions. Serena was an experienced and powerful fighter, well versed in the arts of submission catfighting. She was sure to give Staci a real challenge, something Emma and I relished as the house lights dimmed once more, signifying that the fighters were about to appear.

First to enter the room was the Spaniard Serena. A black satin bomber jacket covered her upper body as barefoot, she found her corner on the slightly sunken mats at the centre of the room. She looked confident, evidently familiar with fighting in front of a crowd as she paced calmly, waiting for the appearance of her opponent. A couple of wolf whistles from the largely male crowd indicated the arrival of Staci in the room. Looking every inch the model, ‘The Goddess’ strutted to the mats, a tiny black cocktail dress and four inch high heels her attire as she stood just off the mats now, taking in the enthusiastic welcome of the crowd.

The evening’s compere took to the centre of the mats, this time accompanied by a strict looking woman, dressed in black tights, black mini skirt and a black and white striped halter top, who was evidently going to be the referee for the match. ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, our final contest of the evening for your enjoyment is an international challenge match. It will be fought under slightly modified club rules. As usual there is no time limit, there are no holds barred and it is the best of 5 submissions with a 2 minute break between falls. Both fighters have requested there should be no total submission of the match, and the usual two minute face sit submission rule is not in force. A fall can only be won by a verbal submission or a 20 second knockout.’ That announcement sent a bit of a stir around the room as the crowd anticipated how the revised rules would play out during the fight. The announcer continued on ‘our first fighter hails from Bilbao in Spain, on my left is Serena Gomera. Serena is 5 feet 7 inches tall weighing 155 lbs and measures 38C-25-39’ The Spaniard stepped towards the centre of the mats to acknowledge the crowd as she took off her black jacket. She wore a red monokini, slightly cut out at the sides with a yellow stripe up the centre. Her curly brunette hair hid the halter neck fastening of the suit and as she turned back to her corner, the thong back of the monokini showed off her ass. ‘Serena has a record of 17 wins from 17 contests’ the announcer continued ‘winning 4 of those matches by total submission and she has forced 54 submissions in total, conceding 9 and losing 1 knockout. Ladies and Gentlemen, Serena.’

‘And now, her opponent on my right, from Worcester, England is The Goddess, Staci Goulding. Staci is 5 feet 5 inches tall weighing 127lbs and measures 34C-23-36’ Now Staci walked to the centre of the mat, having already taken off her high heels, shimmying her way out of the black dress as she took the crowds applause. She was topless, her pert breasts proud, nipples erect as she anticipated the contest with the tough Spaniard. Wearing just a black spandex thong trimmed with gold piping, she truly lived up to her nickname. Her long, silky, black hair hung straight to the middle of her back. She was slim, but toned and clearly a fit woman, but giving up almost 30 lbs was surely going to test her. The announcer continued ‘Staci has 15 wins from 15 fights, winning 2 inside the distance by total submission. She has forced 39 submissions and conceded 1 submission and 2 knockouts. Ladies and Gentlemen, Staci.’

Now the referee called both women to the centre of the mats for final instructions. The shook hands then stood eyeballing each other as the referee issued her brief instructions, then at the sound of the bell, round one was underway. Now it was quickly evident that one thing Staci did have on her side in this fight was speed, her fast hands immediately rocking the Spaniard as cracked two slaps off her cheeks and then sunk a right hook into her body. Serena took that though, replying in kind as a slap stung Staci’s face and she looked to control the goddess, using her long silky hair to pull her into a side headlock. Stacie reversed out of that quickly into a back hammer before delivering a headbutt between Serena’s shoulder blades which sent her staggering forward. Holding her ground, Staci lashed out a kick, her foot catching Serena in the side, sending the Spanish fighter to the mat. Staci was composed in the early going, content to let the Spaniard rise before she went after her again with a slap to the face and a quick knee strike to the body. That troubled Serena again but as Staci looked to capitalise, she blocked a right hand to the jaw and sunk her knee deep into Staci’s belly, doubling her up as knee cap impacted hard on belly button. A knee lift to the chest now straightened Staci back up and a short clothesline from the powerful Spanish woman put the goddess flat on her back in the centre of the mats.

The Spanish fighter gestured with a little disdain at the dark-haired beauty on the mats before stepping in to start working her over. Dropping to her knees, serena delivered a double fisted blow to Staci’s toned, flat stomach. Staci’s abs absorbed that blow, but a back elbow to the chin was harder to take and with a glassy look appearing in Staci’s eyes, Serena continued one the attack. A rough double handful of hair forcing Staci to scramble to get her feet under her as the crowd looked on a little anxious that their favourite was on the receiving end early on. A waist lock into a pussy pounding atomic drop did little to ease the crowd’s fears, Staci letting out a moan of pain as her skimpy black thong offered her no protection from Serena’s kneecap. As Staci stood, motionless as she recovered from the atomic drop, Serena backed up a step before showing great agility to bowl the black-haired English woman to the mat with a standing drop kick. Once again, Serena seemed to question Staci’s ability as she stalked her across the mat, a knee to the ribs, then a flat-footed blow to the shoulder all serving to keep Staci down on the mat.

Already the lightly tanned skin of the goddess was reddening where Serena’s knee had caught her in the ribs and it seemed to serve as a target for the Spaniard. A kick landed now in the ribs, and then as Staci reached all fours once more, Serena dropped to her knees, driving a right hand hard to the same spot. Staci rolled to the mat, clutching at her side and already looking to be in some trouble at the very start of this best of 5 submissions match. Serena sensed it too, going back to the hair to bring her to her feet before a hand between the thighs saw Staci lifted with ease for an authoritative body slam. Staci’s hips lifted from the unforgiving mats as her back arched, trying to ease the pain before Serena brought her heel down hard on Staci’s stomach, crushing the air from her body. Now Serena went to the hair again, bringing Staci to a seated position before delivering a nasty eye rake to ensure that the goddess remained off balance. A knee between the breasts, unseen by Staci but definitely felt as she rubbed at her eyes, sent her crashing to her back again and now Serena dropped down on top of her, quickly encircling her powerful legs around Staci as she rolled her with ease. Trapped between the muscular thighs, Staci let out a cry of surprise as the Spaniard tensed her legs for the first time, bringing her full power to bear on Staci’s slender body. Then like a crocodile with its prey, Serena continued to roll Staci around the mats, trapped between her thighs as she looked to punish the English woman into an early submission. ‘Te rindes?’ she asked before repeating ‘do you give up?’ as she again rolled Staci onto her front.

‘No!’ came the surprisingly firm reply from the goddess. Apparently, she was some way from submitting just yet.

‘Good, good’ her Spanish foe commented though, apparently content that she could continue to work Staci over in the anaconda like grip of her thighs. A howl of pain from Staci suggested that her predicament had worsened too, something confirmed when Serena rolled to her back again now, hands clasped firmly over Staci’s pert C cup breasts while her thumb nails dug into both nipples. ‘Submit English whore!’ Serena demanded as she continued the tit torture while her thighs threatened to cut the English woman in half. Still Staci remained defiant simply replying ‘no’ as her face betrayed the pain she was clearly feeling at this point. There was no let up from Serena, the muscles in her legs tensed firm as iron as she now sunk her claws once more into Staci’s tits, rolling her again now so that she was face down on the mats. A cry of pain from Staci suggested that Serena’s tit mauling was just as effective in that position before a change of tactic suggested that she thought the end of fall one was perhaps in sight.

Sliding one arm around Staci’s throat and the other across her nose and mouth, Serena applied a very effective choke and smother combination that had the English woman in more trouble. Still the Spaniard’s powerful thighs bore down on Staci’s body too, as she battled hard for a way out of the hold. Nipping at Serena’s hand with her teeth earned her some brief respite, forcing her to break off from the smother at least. Serena wrapped that hand in Staci’s long black hair though instead, pulling her head to the side as she continued to control the first fall, punishing the goddess with her brutal scissor hold. Another flex of the thighs drew an anguished moan from Staci who seemed to be fully trapped as she now cried out ‘I can’t breathe!’ her body appearing to go a little limp as a result of Serena’s extended punishment.

‘Then submit whore!’ Serena commanded; again, Staci replied firmly enough ‘no’, but she faded further and sensing the chance to win round one by a knockout, Serena poured on the pressure, rag dolling Staci’s head around while the choke / scissor seemingly took the fight clean out of her. Finally sensing she had done enough, Serena announced proudly ‘count the bitch out’ before releasing the hold. The strict looking referee agreed with her, starting the count which had to reach 20 for the knockout to be scored. If Staci made it as far as all fours, the count would be stopped. As the referee passed ten in her count, methodically counting Staci out, there were the first signs of movement, the jet haired goddess fighting hard to make it to her knees. Serena waited patiently to strike if Staci did make it, adjusting the shoulder straps of her one-piece suit slightly as she readied herself. She would have to as well it seemed, Staci slowly but surely making it to her knees as the count hit 15 before the referee called it off.

Now the Spaniard dropped to her knees, viciously driving her fist into Staci’s jaw and sending the goddess sprawling back to the mat before standing off once more. It was evidently a change of tactic from Serena, perhaps unsure she could force the submission so she was hunting the knockout. Again, the referee slowly tolled off her count, again reaching 15 before Staci made it to all fours stopping another count. Serena went to the hair now, looking to quickly draw Staci upright and deliver a power move, but the goddess struck back now surprising the powerful Spaniard with a head butt to the crotch, that may have slowed Serena up, but Staci struck again almost instantly, with a harsh uppercut, again to the crotch sending Serena crashing to the mat on her back, clutching her pussy. Staci took a moment now, gathering herself from the punishing start to the bout before she looked to go on the attack. The jet haired English woman was focussed too, concentrating her assault again on Serena’s pussy as she spread the Spaniard before delivering a pussy stomp, the heel of her foot grinding on Serena’s womanhood as she cried out in pain.

There was no little surprise on Serena’s face either, suddenly taking some punishment when she had felt in complete control only a few moments ago. Staci was no slouch in the attacking side of catfighting either, a stiff jab delivered to Serena’s face as she dragged her upright, that stiffened the brunette’s legs for a moment; Staci continued the attack with a waist lock and pussy pounding atomic drop of her own. Again, Serena dropped to the mat, a low moan of pain escaping her lips as Staci stood, poised to attack once more. Now the goddess trapped a kneeling Serena in a front headlock, drove her toes hard into the Spanish fighters’ belly, testing her washboard like abs, before falling back, driving Serena’s forehead into the mats. The mats were padded enough, but Staci was definitely on top with Serena stunned and still trapped in the front headlock. Staci cranked her arms around Serena’s neck now, sinking the hold in to become more of a choke hold while she worked her own legs tightly around Serena’s body, looking to repay the Spaniard for her crushing scissor hold.

Now the Spanish fighter moaned with pain, frustrated by her inability to force a submission from Staci and now troubled by the surprising strength of the English woman’s legs. The goddess re-crossed her legs, bringing them to bear on Serena’s body before she surprised the Spanish woman. Turning the front headlock loose, she snapped a short right hand into Serena’s jaw, struck with a fast chop to the throat, and as Serena was stunned, Staci used her legs to roll her onto her back. In an instant, Staci had her flat on her back, in a pinning position with her own crotch planted firmly on Serena’s face. Split legged a little, Staci ensured that Serena would have to carry her full weight on her face. Then pushing Serena’s hands to the mat above her head, she simply settled in, waiting for the submission to come. And that was it for fall one really, Staci had been on the receiving end for much of it, but having turned the tables, she now had control. Riding Serena’s face as she rode the Spaniard’s attempts to dislodge her, Staci looked imperious only releasing one of Serena’s hands when she sensed she was about to submit to allow her to tap the mat before Staci eased her perfect butt up slightly to hear Serena cry out ‘I submit!’

First fall in the bag for Staci as she returned to her corner to take the two minute break, adjusting her black and gold thong as she did so. Serena was quick to return to her corner too, looking a little disconsolate as she did, perhaps bothered by her failure to force Staci to tap while she was dominating fall one. As the break passed, Emma and I compared out notes, both of us reaching the same conclusion that Staci probably couldn’t continue to rely on fighting out from beneath the strong Spanish fighter. The second round started out though with Staci almost immediately on the backfoot as Serena caught her with a straight jab to the mouth.

As Staci rubbed her mouth, Serena switched downstairs with a hook to the body which landed on the waistband of Staci’s thong. The put the dark-haired goddess straight onto the backfoot at the start of round two. Looking to give ground to buy time, Staci backed up, trying to clear her senses. Serena had the sense to pressure her though, stalking Staci around the matted area, flicking stiff jabs to her face and breasts which served to keep Staci off balance. A stumble as she caught the edge of the sunken mats knocked Staci further off balance before Serena bent her knees, digging a right hand deep into the English woman’s ribs. Staci dropped to a knee momentarily, Serena taking the chance to monkey flip her back to the centre of the mats where the goddess landed flat on her back. Spreadeagled, stunned and a little winded, Staci defended instinctively though against Serena’s big body splash, two raised knees providing the Spaniard with an uncomfortable landing. Serena rolled to the side clutching her stomach, moaning as she was winded by Staci; the English fighter herself a little slow to recover as well as the predominantly home crowd stirred to offer her a little encouragement.

Staci went to Serena’s mop of brunette curls now, using it to bring the powerful Spaniard to her feet. A body slam might have followed only for Serena to block that, and trapped in something of a compromised position, Staci had no defence as Serena clubbed her with a hard forearm across the shoulders. Again, she was dropped to her knees; this time, Serena backed up a little before a kick with the flat of the foot to the side of the face bowled a stunned Staci to the mat on her side. Serena followed up with a flying elbow drop, cruelly driving the point of her elbow into Staci’s side now, and as she pulled the ailing goddess back to her feet by the hair, it was clearly advantage to the Spaniard. A chopping right hand to the jaw kept Staci off her game before a cruel knee lift to the body again put her on her back, flat on the mats.

This time Serena took no risk, spreading Staci’s’ legs before going with a cruel heel stomp to the pit of the stomach. Staci moaned but got nothing in the way of respite as Serena now crossed her legs in a Texas cloverleaf leg lock, quickly flipping Staci on to her stomach as she was able to apply the pressure. There were no rope breaks to be had here for Staci, this was a painfully well applied hold which there seemed to be little escape from as Serena sat further up her back to increase the pressure more. The goddess screamed out in pain, but refused any thought of submission. Serena was content to grind this submission out it seemed though, sitting back deeper in the hold as once again Staci was forced to soak up the punishment. The goddess cried out in pain once more, refusing to submit as Serena simply continued to test her resilience. Tiring of the hold now though, Serena turned Staci loose, letting her legs fall to the mat with a thud before she went to he silky long hair, using it to unceremoniously drag her to her feet.

Serena had plans to punish Staci further now, a right uppercut to the breasts followed by a snap left to the jaw to send Staci reeling close to the edge of the sunken matted area. The Spaniard saw no reason to keep the match confined to the mats either now, dragging Staci up the two foot step out of the padded area. Now on the harder floor, she had the chance to do some real damage she fancied, sliding a hand between Staci’s legs as she looked to lift her for a slam. Staci, alive to her foe’s plan defended perfectly, allowing herself to be lifted, but then quickly shifting her weight to unbalance Serena who fell back with Staci landing hard on top of her. Staci recovered quickly now, getting to her feet before delivering a double ‘cannonball’ knee drop to the Spaniard’s body to leave her gagging for breath on the edge of the sunken area. Staci smiled at the crowd now at close quarters before dragging the Spanish woman on her knees back to the edge of the sunken fight area. There, she forced her to her feet with a hand wrapped around her throat before quickly she switched moves, using a bulldog headlock to bring Serena back to the mats hard. The impact dazed Serena, her head driven into the padded area from the extra height, and the goddess had control once more in the second fall.

She wasn’t about to waste that position either. With Serena face down on the mat, Staci worked her right arm in around the throat of the Spanish woman, wrapping her left hand tightly in the brunette’s curls to complete a tight sleeper hold. Then using that hold, she rolled Serena to her back, wrapping her slender but evidently powerful legs around her in a crushing body scissor. A powerful combination, effective immediately as Serena’s hands pawed at Staci’s arms hoping to force a way clear of the hold. Staci ground her heels into the Spaniards pussy now, drawing a moan from her as she started to fade rapidly in the tightly applied sleeper. Turning Serena more to her side now, Staci was able to get more leverage for the scissor hold too and as the Spaniard cried out in pain, the referee started to take a closer interest in her plight. Staci was quite content to maintain her holds, confident that she would grind Serena down soon enough with them. Slamming her heels back hard into Serena’s pussy now, Staci asked her ‘submit?’ before adding ‘or go out bitch!’ Serena had looked to fight it, but she was trapped. She knew it and she also knew that to take the knockout here would leave her in a weakened state for the rest of the fight. Reluctantly, she admitted that she submitted, giving Staci the second fall as well as the English fighter proved again her ability to soak up punishment before striking back when the chance presented itself.

Staci strutted back to her corner now at the end of the fall, looking increasingly confident in her performance. She only required once more submission from three falls to win the fight, and she wore the expression of a woman who intended to deal with things quicker than that. Serena had also hauled herself from the mat now, heading back to her corner, surprisingly peeling off her red and yellow swimsuit as she did so. Back in her corner she instead slipped on a pair of red and yellow hotpants, electing to join Staci in fighting topless now. Her olive skinned body was a perfect picture of power; thighs that looked like they would crush watermelons, powerful arms, washboard abs all topped off with pert C cup breasts. It looked the perfect body for a fighter, yet she was losing to her opponent with the slender models’ body. Spotting that Serena had stripped off to fight topless now, Staci smiled to herself in the corner now. It was surely a desperate move from the Spaniard, but if it was designed to surprise her, it wasn’t going to be all that effective.

As the referee called for the start of round three now, Staci stepped back onto the mats, looking confident as she locked up immediately with Serena, shooting a knee into her stomach before using the hair to throw her across the mats. Staci didn’t follow up though, staying in the centre of the mats and beckoning Serena back in. The two locked up again now, forehead to forehead, breast to breast with hands wrapped in the other’s hair as they looked to impose their will on the other. It was a confrontation that favoured the taller, stronger Spaniard as Serena started to force Staci back across the mats only to find herself switched cleverly just as they reached the edge of the mats. Staci timed her effort well, pushing Serena into the small step at the edge of the mats. Serena dropped to a seated position on the step as Staci stung her with a slap across the breasts before backing up again to the centre of the mats. The Spaniard rose again, perhaps a little weary looking as she came back together once more with Staci who feinted to lock up before dropping to her knees to deliver a straight punch to Serena’s crotch. The look of surprise on her face was quickly followed by a dazed one as Staci rose with an uppercut to the jaw that put Serena flat on her back, arms and legs spread-eagled on the centre of the mats.

‘Count her please ref’ Staci politely asked, perhaps not expecting the win but still determined to force Serena to beat the count as she stood back. Indeed, the ref had only reached 12 before Serena was briefly back to all fours before a well placed knee to the body bowled her to the mat. Again, Staci stood off, allowing the count to start before stepping in with another knee as Serena stirred. Serena tried to suck in air as she gasped in pain on the mat; Staci took her time though, feeling that she had the fight in the bag now. As Serena reached all fours again, Staci trapped her in a standing head scissor, head trapped firmly between her thighs before she jumped in the air, allowing the shock waves of her own impact with the mat to stun Serena. Liking that move, she repeated it a second time then with the head scissor still firmly applied, she folded Serena’s arms high up her back in a double hammer lock before falling to her side to go to the mat with her opponent.

‘Give it up bitch, I’ve got you’ she told the ailing Spaniard as she now controlled both strong arms in the hammerlock with just one of her own. A cry of pain came from Serena as Staci dug her finger nails into sensitive breasts now, squeezing hard as she twisted to give the Spaniard a first-hand experience of her expert catfight skills. The Spaniard howled, gritting her teeth as she resisted Staci’s attacks, finally managing to work one hand free of the hammerlock to try and prise Staci’s fingers from her breasts. Staci was quick to respond, grabbing the thumb and using it to twist Serena’s hand and arm back into the hammerlock once more. It looked that Staci was almost totally dominant again as she slowly turned up the pressure on Serena with her strong thighs slowly squeezing the fight out of her. The Spanish woman was a fighter though, refusing to give in easily while she dug her heels into the mat looking to find some kind of leverage. Staci wasn’t exactly about to make it easy for her either, showing her control again as she reached around for some more breast mauling. Again, the Spaniard moaned and cried out in pain, but once more she demonstrated a stubborn streak, using the time to work an arm free. This time she ignored the breast maul though, knowing she needed to escape from the scissor hold. Serena grabbed for Staci’s toes twisting them and drawing a shriek of pain from the goddess as she hurriedly turned Serena loose. Still in control though, Staci went back to the hair, starting to force the tough brunette back to her feet.

It was perhaps just a momentary lapse of concentration from Staci, just looking out to the crowd to take in their adulation for a moment, but she paid for it as Serena launched an uppercut to the crotch that stunned the goddess. Now the Spanish fighter had to strike, a hand clawing at Staci’s face as she used an eye rake to disorient her. Then a sharp knee lift, the point of her kneecap sinking in deep at the waistband of Staci’s thong. Doubled over, Staci had no defence to Serena slamming an elbow down hard between her shoulder blades, putting her on her knees and quickly into a front choke hold, the Spaniard putting her strong arms to good use as she quickly put Staci in trouble. She wasn’t satisfied with the choke as a wear down hold though, quickly driving her knee between Staci’s breasts twice, allowing her to fall to the mat on the second impact. No respite for Staci though, Serena immediately grabbing her hair to bring her roughly to her feet before almost lifting her off them with a stiff uppercut to the jaw that rocked the goddess on to her heels. A kick to the stomach folded her up, bowling Staci to the mat and the crowd shifted anxiously in their seats, more than a little concerned that their favourite might be forced into a rare loss of a fall.

Serena wasn’t about to let up either, spreading Staci’s legs down on the mat before dropping to her knees to deliver a headbutt to the pit of the stomach. Staci rolled to her side, clutching at her stomach and trying to suck in air while Serena contemplated her next move. Grabbing both of Staci’s breasts now, the Spanish fighter twisted hard before using the hold to force Staci back to her feet. Both of Staci’s hands covered Serena’s, perhaps looking to force the Spaniard’s probing fingers off her. It was an error though, leaving the goddess open to a headbutt to the face that sent her crashing back to the mat. Staci groaned, rubbing at her mouth which was now bloody from the impact of her opponent’s forehead. She was in trouble now and Serena was on top of her again, snatching her up from the mat with a handful of hair before immediately lifting her and delivering a powerful body slam. Staci hit hard on the lightly padded mats, an unforgiving impact that got worse as her hips rose involuntarily, trying to ease the pain in her back only to meet her opponent’s 155lb frame as it crashed down on her in a full body splash.

If she wasn’t already, Staci was winded by the crushing impact. Serena knew this was her chance as she shifted her position to trap Staci in a reverse figure four head scissor. A yank on Staci’s black hair made sure that her face was perfectly positioned, nose and mouth partly smothered by Serena’s ass while her thighs trapped Staci in a powerful thigh prison. Reaching back, Serena grabbed her own foot, pulling on it to increase the pressure as Staci let out a muffled scream of pain. The English fighter was in trouble now as Serena continued to pour on the power; she also grabbed the front of Staci’s thong, pulling it hard into a wedgie. The goddess was a fighter at heart though and despite the poor position she found herself in, she started to look for a way out, first testing Serena’s legs as her hands locked on to them. That proved futile; a grab for the Spaniard’s brunette curls earned her a hard fist to the belly for her trouble, but Staci continued to look for another way out as she let tried to get a crotch attack on the Spanish fighter. Success for Staci as she immediately felt the scissor hold weaken a little and buoyed by that, she upped her efforts with the claw, hands inside Serena’s tight red and yellow hotpants as she drew cries of pain suddenly from the Spaniard.

Serena gritted her teeth against the attack, hoping the snap her legs firmly shut again around Staci’s head but with the crotch claw well applied she found it almost impossible. Staci saw that she was winning the battle now, cruelly putting her nails to good use on her opponent’s womanhood, and the sudden shrieks of anguish suggested Serena was at her breaking point. Now Staci was able to pop her head free of the scissor hold and, in a flash, she had Serena trapped face down between her own thighs in a body scissor of her own. From her position beneath Serena, Staci lacked the real leverage to force a submission, so she looked to roll the Spanish woman over, only for Serena to scramble clear of the hold and find her way to her feet. Staci, slightly slower to rise stopped the onrushing Serena with a straight punch to the stomach though, followed it with one to the pussy and it was Serena who collapsed to the mat in pain. The goddess got back to her feet now, confident that she had perhaps weathered the storm.

She wasn’t about to let her Spanish foe regain her senses quickly either as she picked her up from the mat, and showing a surprising amount of power, she slammed Serena with ease. Now it was the brunette fighter in pain on the mat before Staci spread her legs and dropped to her knees to deliver a knee to the crotch drawing a shriek of pain from Serena. Staci got back to her feet, immediately grabbing and spreading Serena’s legs; the Spaniard tried in vain to cover her crotch preventing another attack. The goddess took a brief look out to the approving crowd, then she slammed her heel low in to the belly of the Spanish woman who rolled to her side, clutching her stomach and groaning in pain. Staci had her now, she knew it, the crowd sensed it and she was quick to make sure that Serena was aware of it as well, rolling her on to her front to apply a single leg boston crab. That drew a moan of pain again from Serena as Staci worked the hold, testing her flexibility she had more in mind though for Serena as she slipped a hand inside her hop pants to apply a crotch claw again. It was a potent combination hold, one I’d seen Emma claim more than one submission with in the past, and Serena’s cried of pain were testament to its effectiveness. ‘Now do you submit?’ Staci asked Serena, applying even more pressure to the crab hold before Serena had chance to reply with a desperate sounding ‘no!’ Serena was trapped and knew it, her only play here was to hold out and hope that Staci switched holds giving her chance to counter. Instead the tough Spanish woman felt Staci’s nails working her crotch over thoroughly, drawing an anguished high-pitched shriek of pain.

‘Submit’ Staci flatly told Serena. ‘It’s over’ she added for confirmation.

‘I……I……’ Serena stuttered, desperate to hold on before the painful attack finally broke her resistance. ‘yes, yes, yes, I submit!’ she cried out as the crowd burst into cheers to recognise the home favourite’s victory.

A little while later, Emma and I were able to catch up with Staci in her dressing room. ‘Congratulations on your win’ Emma told her ‘Lady Amelia Smythe sent me to see if you’d like a match up in her organisation. See if you can get in the picture for a title shot maybe?’ Emma asked

‘I thought I recognised you’ Staci replied, a look of recognition now spreading across her face. ‘I’d love to do that thank you’ Staci agreed ‘but open weight only, I’m happy to take on bigger girls’

‘We saw that tonight’ Emma admitted ‘and you handled her well’

‘Thank you’ Staci smiled ‘just let me know the details and I’ll be there assuming I can make it. This is my number’ she told Emma handing over a business card.

‘Perfect’ Emma replied ‘we’ll do just that.’ Pausing for a second, she added ‘I might have a favour to ask too Staci if you don’t mind? Do you think that you might be able to get me a match here some time, but one of the mixed matches? Emma asked.

‘I’m sure I can’ Staci agreed ‘some of those boys play rough’ she laughed ‘but I’m sure you can handle them. Look, you’ve got my number. Let me know when you’ve got a gap in your schedule. They’re trying to line me up a shot at the UK clubs championship some time, I’m sure they’d be delighted to add a fighter like you to that card of matches if we can make it work’ the goddess told Emma.

‘Thanks Staci’ Emma smiled ‘I’ll do just that, and I’ll be in touch really soon with some dates for both mine and your matches’ she told Staci as we left her dressing room to head for home, impressed with the young woman we’d seen in action.