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Bindi Takes Advantage

By Wolfboy

Bindi spots the chance to take advantage of Emma’s handiwork

As opportunities go, this was a rare one that Bindi found had been afforded to her, ironically enough thanks to the way that Emma’s fight with Claire had gone. Earlier on that evening, fighting under a mask for the first time in her life, the Indian girl, and regular rival of Jemma, had won her first ever Smythe match, and found herself thrust straight into the role of number one contender for the Smythe Lightweight Title. She would have to face the reigning champion Claire of course to reap the benefits of having a title shot. As the war of attrition had worn on between Claire and Emma though, Bindi had watched on intently. She knew Claire was a bitch, a nasty one at that, but she also realised that she had to be leaving something in the ring after such a brutal fight with Emma. If she was able to strike while the iron was still hot, maybe, just maybe, she could fulfil the destiny that she’d always claimed for herself and become a champion. The Smythe Lightweight Champion no less; a title known throughout the world. That excited Bindi, and so she plotted and schemed, and realised quickly that the contract from her last fight entitled the winner to ‘a title shot within 4 weeks of this date’.

The following day she was in the office of Lady Amelia Smythe, cashing in on her demand so to speak, although she was more than a little surprised to find Lady Amelia readily in agreement with her. She’d expected to get her title shot following some persuasion and bargaining. That hadn’t lasted beyond her first statement of ‘I want my title shot within four weeks please.’

‘Three weeks today’ Lady Amelia smiled at the well spoken Indian fighter sat in front of her. ‘It’s already booked’ she confirmed. ‘Claire either defends the title or she forfeits it. Not my problem that things got out of hand last night and she paid the price for it’ Lady Amelia pointed out to Bindi.

‘Oh...well….ummmm, yes I agree. Thank you’ Bindi managed, thrown a little of track by such ready agreement. She’d expected some pushback from Lady Amelia, some sort of reticence to have her champion defend the title while she was potentially some way from her best. Instead she got matter of fact acceptance that the match should take place as soon as possible. Well, if she had to take advantage of the fact, then who was she to complain about it? She’d seen the match of course, and had to admit to herself that Mrs Baines had done a number on Claire. Not that Bindi had ever doubted the fact that Emma could fight; no, just like her daughter, Bindi was pretty sure that Emma’s weaknesses often lay in the more sexual or emotional side of things. Claire’s weakness was very clear to Bindi though. It was simply going to be the beating that she’d taken from Emma!

Bindi left the Smythe mansion feeling confident, and three weeks later, she arrived in the ring feeling just as equally sure of herself. She was cool, calm and confidently as she stood brazenly topless in her corner, awaiting the arrival of the lightweight champion. Gita was in her corner, and Yasmin was there in the front row of the crowd, providing her with all the support that she needed out there. Gone were Bindi’s wrestling panties, appropriated from her by Lexi for her trophy wall, but that was forgotten by Bindi, and in their place, she wore an almost fluorescent yellow G-string. She knew it barely covered her womanhood, definitely didn’t hide her impressive bush, and was therefore, in her view, just about perfect for face sitting Claire.

Now the lightweight champion made her way to the ring, slowly, a sullen expression on her face, perhaps a slight unease about her movements too. Was she still feeling the pain from her match from Emma? It seemed likely, as Claire was usually one to fight wearing very little, but here she was well covered in an opaque long sleeved body suit in black as well as matching black opaque hold up stockings. It was an outfit designed to hide the areas where Claire was still marked up and hurting from her match with Emma. It was a subterfuge destined to be rendered pointless by the confident Indian girl that she would face though because Bindi had watched the match with Emma numerous times in preparation for this evening. She had memorised just where Emma had hurt Claire; she could attack those spots, regardless of whether she could see them or not.

As Claire slipped through the ropes, it was apparent that she was alone this evening, deserted by Linda it seemed as she received a polite but frosty reception from the crowd now. The ring announcer called matters to order in good time, not wanting to keep the crowd waiting too long. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is set for the best of 3 submissions for the Smythe Lightweight Championship. It had no time limit and is an anything goes match, although the use of weapons is barred and will result in a forfeit’ he said, looking rather pointedly in Claire’s direction. ‘First allow me to introduce the challenger, formerly known as The Masked Wildcard, this is Bindi Patel! Bindi is 21 years old, 5 feet 6 inches tall, 139lbs, and measures 34C-26-35 with a record of 6 wins and 3 losses. Her opponent this evening is the current Smythe Lightweight champion Claire Voss. Claire is 29 years old, 5 feet 2 inches tall, 135lbs and measures 34DD-25-36 with a record of 19 wins and 9 losses with 1 draw’ he finished. As the announcer left the ring, there was the usual anticipation in the crowd ahead of the title fight, and Bindi felt the slightest hint of nervousness. Then the bell sounded and at the signal of the female referee the fight was on.

Bindi moved out smartly to the centre of the ring, but found Claire, the more experienced woman, taking her time, in a slow saunter around the periphery of the ring. She circled Bindi, a look of disdain on her face perhaps as the Indian fighter shifted her body to keep track of Claire’s movements. It was a tactic designed to make Bindi uneasy, even down to the slightly Gothic make up style and long black nails of the champion. Well, fair enough Bindi though, but she wasn’t easily thrown off as she taunted Claire ‘come on, lets fight!’

‘You shut your mouth’ Claire shot back, still keeping her distance, but Bindi watched her every move like a hawk, making sure that she never gave Claire any chance to jump her.

‘Don’t you want to fight?’ Bindi asked now, her tone polite and quizzical, but her expression dripped with contempt of the champion. ‘Why don’t you just lie down then? Let me sit on your face. Save us both the effort’ she mocked.

‘You little tart!’ Claire shot back, angered now by the Indian girl who she rushed and paid the price with a well timed knee to the belly. Claire tried to pass that off as she fell into a clinch with Bindi, grabbing hair and pawing roughly at the Indian’s body. Bindi could tell that one blow, placed near enough where Emma had worked Claire’s abs over so thoroughly had hurt the jet haired jezabel. The jolt that had run through her body had been proof enough, and now in the cling, Bindi jerked her knee up again into the lower belly, rewarded with an anguished groan from Claire. The champion wasn’t at 100% Bindi had confirmed already, and she acted decisively to strike a third time with her knee already. That drew a long groan from Claire, three blows all it took for her to no longer be trying to hide her pain. Then it was the lightweight champion trying to escape the clinch, desperately knowing she needed to have space between her and her challenger.

She found Bindi was able to grab her silken jet black hair though as she tried to pull away, able to turn her just enough to present her butt for a resounding smack that landed perfectly on the bare skin not covered by her stockings and body suit. Claire yelped at feeling that, but she was free, Bindi turning her loose and content to remain at the centre of the ring. Now Claire circled again, her brash confident side resurfacing as she sniped at Bindi ‘you’ll pay for that you fucking tart!’

‘Ooohhh...big words champ….let’s fucking go then!’ Bindi urged, now confidently starting to try and close the distance between her and Claire down. The jet haired champion continued to try to keep her distance, before finally she appeared to be cornered in Bindi’s own corner of the ring. Inexperience showed now for the topless Indian though as she rushed at Claire only to find the wily champion darting out of the line of fire as she tripped Bindi so that she crashed on her knees, face first in to the turnbuckle. A chance that a fighter such as Claire wasn’t going to turn down, as she grabbed hair and leaned her body into Bindi, pressing her face into the middle turnbuckle while she told Gita very matter of factly ‘sorry, but your friend here is getting fucked up now!’. Then she slammed Bindi’s face in to that middle turnbuckle, dazing her opponent so that she could force her to her feet. She turned Bindi so her back was to the turnbuckles, and then, almost as if she had noticed her young challenger was topless for the first time, she closed her hands on Bindi’s firm C cup breasts in a harsh breast maul. Bindi’s face betrayed the pain she felt, and it took her a moment to gather herself and slap Claire’s face. A stinging blow, it merely brought a smile to Claire’s face before she punched Bindi in the mouth. The Indian girl was reeling, she’d never been punched as hard as that by anyone, and she reeled down the ropes. Claire caught her up soon enough though and sent her off to the opposite side of the ring and a return into a big clothesline that flattened Bindi.

Claire dropped on to the Indian girl, tellingly not risking her stomach with a splash, and instead dropping butt first on to her belly to wind her. Then she moved up quickly, taunting Bindi ‘what was it you were saying about face sitting? This is how a real woman does it!’ as she did exactly that and sat squarely on Bindi’s face. The Indian girl struggled and bridged but she looked well trapped and in danger of conceding a first submission to Claire in quick time. ‘Well bitch?’ Claire taunted, confidence writ large on her face as she felt Bindi’s challenge was no challenge to her at all. ‘What do you think?!’

‘Mmffghhhhhh!’ was all that Bindi could muster with a face full of Claire’s crotch, but she was far from done just yet. Such was her confidence, Claire had her hands on her hips, looking imperious, instead of controlling Bindi’s hands and she paid the price for it as Bindi hammered both fists into her already tender stomach, before converting it into a claw hold. Worse for Claire, a claw hold that found the spot of just where Emma had worked her over the most viciously only a few weeks ago. ‘Aiiieeeee!’ Claire whined in anguish, finding the pain almost paralysing her into inaction as Bindi was able to use the claw hold to force Claire off her, making the champion roll to the mat in pain. It wasn’t her problem if the champion wasn’t at 100%. Frankly she should have known better than to piss off a woman like Emma Bindi thought as she reapplied the claw hold with gusto now, kneeling to the side of Claire who was flat on her back, an anguished look of pain on her face as she writhed at the touch of the young challenger for her title.

‘You should submit old lady’ Bindi smartly shot at Claire, enjoying the flare of anger in her eyes that turned back to pain almost instantly, such was Bindi’s work with the claw hold. ‘NOOOOOOO!’ Claire managed to moan in response, but she was in a world of hurt here before Bindi broke off the claw hold and got to her feet, standing over the champion. Claire’s hands went straight to the source of the pain in her belly, no thought in her mind of rolling clear or escaping. Bindi smiled, measured her, and dropped to deliver a heavy elbow drop right in to Claire’s stomach, drawing an anguished cry of pain from the jet haired fighter. As she worked her fingers again, the long sleeved bodysuit doing little to protect Claire from the painful onslaught, Bindi realised that early in the fight or not, Claire might just be ripe for a submission. It needed one more thing she felt, and that was easy enough to work out; she shifted position without breaking the claw and got into a reverse face sit. Claire groaned again, the complaint now muffled by Bindi’s ass and pussy, as good as naked on her face given the skimpy nature of her yellow G-string.

‘Submit bitch….or go out, it’s your choice!’ Bindi told Claire as she worked her fingers fiercely in the claw hold, convincing Claire she was trying to rearrange her insides with it. Fiery bolts of pain surged through Claire’s body, almost paralysing her into inaction again, as the young challenger had her way with her here in fall one. Claire howled again, then found it in herself to raise her right arm amidst the pain. For a moment, it looked like she would punch Bindi with it, then after a moment of hesitation, she tapped the mat weakly and to her delight and surprise, Bindi had a one submission to zero lead. If she could wring one more submission out of a weakened champion, she would fulfil her planned destiny and become a champion she realised as she climbed off Claire and went back to her corner confidently. Claire was anything but confident though it appeared, having to roll to her knees and force herself to her feet from that position, such was the pain burning in her belly. Was there anything she could do, as she trudged back to her corner slowly, to stop Bindi from taking her title?

‘You have her at your mercy Bindi!’ Gita smiled as her friend came back to the corner, looking so fresh that she didn’t even elect to take her seat there. ‘Go to the belly again and she’s yours’ she encouraged.

‘The benefits of studying an opponent Gita’ Bindi told her friend, finding a chance to offer guidance to her even in the high pressure environment of a title match. ‘She’s still a dangerous bitch though’ Bindi said, knowing that being hurt potentially made Claire a dangerous woman to face. With her title on the line, even more dangerous still. Over in her corner though, Claire was all alone, without a second having seemingly been ditched by Linda after losing to Emma. She was fighting just to control her breathing right now, the cruel claw hold from Bindi having started off the unpredictable tremors of a spasm in her abs that left her in deep trouble even before the second fall started. Could she gather herself in time from the punishment she’d taken? Could she maybe use her wily nature to put together something of a comeback. The latter was perhaps her best route back into the fight as the bell rang and the sprightly Indian came out to the centre of the ring quickly, keen to continue the match as soon as possible.

Claire did not resemble that remark at all as she remained seated a moment longer before rising wearily and then standing to circle a distance away from Bindi. Once again, the near naked Indian fighter circled after the black clad champion, carefully this time, not wanting to repeat her error of the first fall where she’d been trapped to the turnbuckles by Claire. In truth, she perhaps didn’t need to be so cautious this time with Claire’s movements looking pretty restricted by her battered body. A quick rush might have totally overwhelmed her. Instead, the Indian fighter started to dart in and out of range now, smacking Claire’s butt and upper thigh with some force to start her attacks. All the time, Claire tried to circle away, left arm holding the top rope, almost as if it were supporting her, while she tried to fend off Bindi with her right arm.

The Indian fighter grew in confidence by the moment, sensing that the champion was genuinely out of sorts, rather than baiting a trap for her. Usually the latter would have been a fairly safe bet with Claire, but Bindi’s forays on to the attack got bolder, without reprisal, as she started to pull at Claire’s stocking tops, before pulling her body suit into a wedgie that made Claire whine with pain. Of course, Bindi thought to herself, the bowling ball claw hold used by Emma no doubt meant that Claire was sensitive down there too!

‘Don’t make me hurt you’ Bindi cooed sweetly, knowing that she would do just that if Claire tried to resist too much. She was faster, stronger and fitter than this experienced catfighting champion though she realised, at least for today. Another slap went to the butt of the champion, this time Bindi grabbing and pawing at her. Claire tried to pull away one last time, found her arm caught, partly turning her and Bindi pushed the shorter jet haired fighter back to the corner of the ring. Bindi confidently leaned her body into Claire for a moment, crushing her into the turnbuckles as she ground her body into her. At that close proximity, Bindi couldn’t help but note the weakness in Claire, every time she caught one of the tender spots with her own body, there was a tremble….a shudder, from the body of the jet haired jezabel. Bindi grabbed her arm now, leafing into her to set up an Irish Whip to the opposite corner, and paused for just a moment to kiss the corner of the champion’s mouth. She was surprised to see Claire recoil from it, but still she pressed into her, flicking her tongue at her earlobe before breathing into it ‘because I will hurt you if I have to…’. Then she fired her off with all of the power she could muster into the opposite set of turnbuckles.

Claire could do nothing but brace herself for a shuddering impact with them, hardly the ideal thing for one feeling the pain that she was. She dropped to her knees, arms outstretched in front of her, pain etched on her face, looking for all the world like she was trying to beg Bindi off. Bindi didn’t sense any sort of trap here as she followed in quickly. After all, she knew Claire was hurt, so it made sense to her that she would be trying to play for time, as she grabbed the jet coloured hair of the champion, finding her to be totally compliant as she forced her to her feet. At least she started to, and with one almighty effort, Claire struck on the rise with an uppercut, straight to Bindi’s barely covered womanhood. This was a cruel and unexpected assault for Bindi to take, just at the point that she’d been convinced everything was going her way. She crumpled to the mat with a distant look of pain in her eyes, and Claire finally had a route in to the fight, no matter how much pain she was in.

As Bindi rolled to her belly, feet drumming at the mat, and then slowly got herself to a position on her knees and elbows, Claire used the ring ropes to haul herself up to her feet. Immediately she brought her right foot down on Bindi’s lower back to flatten her to the mat again, then she pressed her foot to the back of the Indian fighter’s head, using her stockinged foot to massage Bindi’s face into the mat. ‘You little bitch, you’ll fucking pay now!’ Claire spat angrily at her before she stomped her lower back again, then she knelt carefully at Bindi’s side and raked her from shoulder to thigh with her nails, making the Indian fighter shriek in anguish at her treatment. ‘Come here!’ Claire shouted at her now, grabbing her hair to pull her back towards her knee and getting in a sneaky grab of Bindi’s right breast to divert her, throat first, across the middle rope. Ordinarily, a 100% fit Claire might well have slammed her body into Bindi from behind to crush her there, choking her. Today, her movements still a little slow and laboured, body tenderised by Emma’s beating, she moved that bit slower as she sat high on Bindi’s back to press her down on to the rope. It was no less effective as Bindi gasped for breath, but it did mean that Claire’s centre of gravity was that little bit higher, made her that little bit more easily dislodged by the squirming of her younger Indian opponent, and she slipped out of position. Bindi whipped round quickly, hoping to find her feet, only to get sent wheeling across the ring as Claire took two handfuls of hair and threw the half rising Indian.

It was a heavy landing for Bindi though Claire was slow to follow up, clutching at her stomach as she felt the pain from her efforts. Bindi noticed it, but still was forced back to the ropes by her hair where Claire lashed a chop across those firm breasts before closing her hands on them in a mauling attack that brought another gasp forth from Bindi’s lips. ‘Jesus!’ the Indian girl moaned loudly, troubled by the impressive mauling attack from Claire. Through the pain and her cries confirming it though, there was still a level of clarity in Bindi’s eyes, partly realising that she needed to learn to maul breasts this well, and also that thought that Claire was still vulnerable. She would strike, when the time was right, and punish the champion again. That thought process was quickly clouded though as Claire half whipped her off the ropes so that she could get behind her. Using a handful of hair then to aid her, Claire put a sleeper hold on to the Indian wrestler, crimping her neck to the side as she whispered into her ear triumphantly ‘gotcha bitch!’

‘Nooo…’ Bindi whined, a hint of panic in her voice, hands going to pull at Claire’s arm around her throat, ineffectively it seemed as she moaned ‘ooohhhhh…..please…….aiiiiieeee!’ and Claire pressed in tighter behind her, pressing her body in closer to Bindi as she looked to force home the advantage. The confidence of the jet haired jezabel was growing by the second as she ragged Bindi’s head around by the hair in the sleeper hold. Then that confidence evaporated as quickly as the muscle spasm in her belly was set running again by the Indian fighter who simply thrust her butt back hard to catch Claire in her belly. It would have been effective enough to get free against most women, but one that was suffering from such pain? It was enough to drop Claire to her haunches, gasping in some trouble as the spasm of her abs took her breath away completely. Bindi turned and saw from the way that Claire’s face betrayed her concerns, that she was as good as finished as a force in this fight. The main choice for the Indian woman was just how would she claim her victory? Should she punish Claire more, or simply trap her in a hold from which she wouldn’t be able to escape.

Bindi did not care for destroying Claire at this point. No, instead she had concluded that she actually quite liked the jet haired fighter for the way she’d used that bitch Jemma to get to Emma. It had damn near worked too for Claire, Bindi was just the very fortunate beneficiary of the eventual outcome of that fight. She took control of her opponent, walking into her until she was pushed on to her back, and Bindi took up a grapevine pin position, using her hands to keep some of her weight off Claire in their body to body contact. At the same time, she used her legs to just part Claire’s usually powerful legs just a little, holding the threat of more over her for now. Claire moaned loudly in pain, struggling especially with the way Bindi’s pelvis pressed down into her body, even though the young Indian was supporting a good part of the weight she could have put on to her. Claire whined airily, pain clear in her voice and face as Bindi prised her legs just a little wider, knowing each movement increased the pain felt by the jet haired champion.

‘I know it hurts’ Bindi told her. ‘Give up, let me sit on your face, and save yourself for another day!’ she told Claire.

‘Fuck off…..OOWWWW!’ Claire replied, shrieking in pain as Bindi eased off and then reapplied the grapevine more vigorously.

‘Go on, give up! I admire what you did to that bitch Jemma’ Bindi said to her now. ‘I don’t want to hurt you….you’re someone I want to learn from’ she told Claire, trying to cajole her into submission.

‘I…..er…...noooo!’ Claire replied, but the hint of uncertainty was there. She couldn’t take much more of this now, it was pretty clear.

‘I’ll even give you a rematch when you’re fit again’ Bindi said now, confident that she might seal the deal with that offer. ‘But…..I want you to submit to me sitting on your face. Not this…..this will hurt you...I don’t want that. Go on’ she continued, her voice almost imploring Claire now. You’re done...admit it’ she finished.

‘Aagghhhh….aiiiiieeee...OK, OK….you win. Sit on my face if you must, and I’ll submit to you. No funny business though….please’ Claire told her, now just wanting to be free of the torment.

‘Good….good’ Bindi smiled as she shifted her position, carefully Claire was thankful to note, although it was done well enough by Bindi to appear genuine. She sat on Claire’s face, her impressive bush just teasing Claire’s lips despite the yellow G-string she wore. Hands on hips, she looked imperious as Claire’s arms flopped weakly to the mat. ‘Now’ she said to Claire, ‘do you submit, bitch?’ she asked, already knowing the answer. Claire was hurt, she’d already submitted in reality by allowing Bindi to do this to her.

Still, there was a moments pause from the champion, knowing she was was meekly surrendering her title, but would at least not suffer further today. Bindi reached back, cupping Claire’s right breast firmly, but not harshly, just to act as a reminder for her that she would hurt her if it came to it. ‘SUBMIT!’ Bindi told her again, her grip of the breast not changing, her position starting to smother Claire slowly anyway. Now Claire squirmed a little, then her hand tapped weakly at the mat. She had submitted a second time, and Bindi had fulfilled her destiny! She was a champion, as her hands went to her face, feeling tears of sheer joy run on to them as her victory was announced. The crowd cheered enthusiastically for the new champion as Gita and Yasmin rushed into the ring to celebrate with their friend, hoisting her a little precariously on to their shoulders now as she lifted the title aloft.

Bindi, well she just couldn’t wait to rub this in with Jemma the next time she saw her. She’d done just what she’d said she was going to do all along, while Jemma was still suffering from the humiliation of how she’d lost to Claire in her last match. And meanwhile on the mat, Claire smouldered with indignation through the pain she felt. She was angry with how this had all played out for her. Lady Amelia had forced her into defending her title when she wasn’t fit and ready and it had cost her. Someone was going to have to pay the price for this!