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Let Me Show You How It’s Done

By Wolfboy

Claire wants to show that she can succeed against an Indian wrestler after Jemma and Emma’s recent defeats

Claire had got herself sight of the matches before Jemma and Bindi, and then Emma and Priya, neither of which had ended well for mother or daughter. Each had ended up beaten and pretty roundly humiliated in their own ring by the niece and aunt combination of Indian fighters. It had been quite some while since Claire had taken aim at Emma directly, seeming to have moved back towards being a friend rather than a foe. She couldn’t resist a little dig though as she invited Jemma and Emma to be ringside for her forthcoming fight against the Indian wrestler Riya Sundar. I would be in Claire’s corner on the night, and she’d invited the two along to the match taking place just a couple of weeks later with the words ‘let me show you how it’s done ladies.’ Emma had felt it a bit of a slight at the way Claire’s invite was worded; Jemma was less concerned, looking forward to watching the woman she still thought of as ‘Auntie Claire’ fight. Jemma had described Claire as being a sexy ring vixen on more than one occasion; she wasn’t wrong either, though she didn’t really realise Claire’s full potential as a fighter with a very pronounced devious side.

Still the two had ringside seats for the fight being held in a private wrestling gym in Derby, where Miss Sundar had evidently got quite the local support in a raucous atmosphere. A crowd of about 250, of which I estimated at least 75% were supporting the local girl, had gathered to watch the bout, billed as no holds barred Indian rules wrestling, to a total submission without time limit. Following a couple of warm up bouts, the crowd were definitely ready for the main event, looking forward to the rare sight of someone who wasn’t an Indian woman competing in one of the bouts. Local expectation was that their girl would thoroughly trounce this interloper; I don’t think they’d ever come across an interloper quite like Claire before though. In the small changing room backstage, Claire had been quietly confident, telling me ‘they all seem to fight the same way in these matches Steve. Every single one of them wants to fuck, not fight, just like that Japanese slut Yuki. Well I’ll fuck their girl if they insist, but I’m damn well going to fuck that bitch up first!’ she confidently claimed.

‘I’m sure you’ve got her number Claire’ I agreed. ‘But just be a bit careful out there, it’s basically a one fall match after all.’

‘Very true’ Claire agreed as she continued ‘I will be watching her carefully Steve, don’t worry. But better than that, I’ve been watching her closely before this, and I don’t think she’s really fought anyone of note yet’ she told me.

‘She’s got 20 wins in 22 fights’ I offered.

‘I know’ Claire smiled, ‘but I don’t see anyone on that record that wouldn’t get trounced in a Smythe catfight. And they can call this Indian wrestling all they want’ she went on, ‘but let’s be honest, it’s a catfight’ she finished, putting on the sari she’d purchased especially to wear to the ring this evening. A mixture of gold with intricate royal blue and red details, it looked spectacular and hid what lay beneath; just a simple pink and red lace thong. Claire wasn’t exactly shy in the changing room, and from that, I knew in turn that thong hid a thick landing strip of pubic hair, a departure from the norm for the feisty jet haired fighter who had reasoned that every Indian wrestler seemed to sport an impressive bush after all. The time for talk and presumption was over anyway as I led Claire to the ring first to a largely indifferent response from the local crowd. Water off a duck’s back for Claire who calmly slipped into the ring, checking the turnbuckles to see that they were lightly padded, the canvas stiff too, creating a slightly harsher than normal ring environment. Another shrug; she didn’t care, she was here to demolish the highly rated Miss Sundar in her mind as the Indian woman received a much more enthusiastic response from the crowd as she came to the ring now. Like Claire, she wore a sari, hers in white and gold, covering a gold thong in satin and lace with just a hint of white detail around the waistband.

She was a bigger woman than Claire, not insurmountably though, and as the two women looked at each other across the ring evenly enough, a ring announcer took the microphone. ‘This is your main event this evening, a rare interracial Indian wrestling match, fought to championship rules; no time limit, no holds barred, until one woman forfeits the contest. First, in the red corner is Claire Voss, she is 29 years old, 5 feet 2 inches tall, 127lbs and 34DD-24-36 with a record of 16 wins 5 losses and a draw. In the blue corner is Riya Sundar, she is 27 years old, 5 feet 6 inches tall, 145lbs, 36C-27-38 and has a record of 20 wins and 2 defeats.’ Now the crowd cheered as both ladies took off the saris and came to the centre of the ring to receive a little bit of final instruction from the referee. As they did so, I was pretty sure that I spotted Claire eyeing what she fancied might be a soft belly on Riya, while in turn the Indian woman eyed Claire’s large breasts with an equally thinly veiled interest. There was little time to worry about it though as Claire returned to the corner to await the bell. ‘Claire, she’s going…’ I started, only for Claire to finish the statement ‘to go after my tits. I know Steve, that’s her style’ as she smiled, spotting an excited looking Jemma at ringside. ‘I’ll give your girl a few pointers, don’t worry’ she smirked as the bell rang and the action began with some slow circling.

‘You’ve got a nerve coming to fight an Indian woman’ Riya challenged Claire as they circled now.

‘Oh yes’ Claire laughed, ‘I forget Indian wrestlers are the best aren’t they?’ she mocked.

‘That’s right’ Riya confirmed confidently.

‘Not you though’ Claire told her, ‘you’re just a fat fraud aren’t you Riya? I’m going to beat you up bitch!’

‘Cunt!’ Riya snarled now, and the action was underway quickly between the two woman as it was the Indian wrestler running Claire back to the ropes to send her across the ring at pace. Claire rebounded and found the 145lb frame of the Indian woman set firm to check her to the mat hard. Claire clutched the back of her head which had hit hard enough, and took a kick to the right breast while she was down on the mat, showing Riya’s early intent to work on the breasts. She got Claire back to her feet quickly, using the hair to her advantage, and quickly snapmared Claire over so that she landed in a seated position. Wasting no time, the home-town girl ran to the ropes, bouncing off them to come in with a low drop kick, feet again catching Claire squarely in the breasts. Bowled to the mat, it was hardly the most auspicious of starts from Claire as the crowd grew ever more raucous, knowing that their girl was surely going to finish this opponent off quickly.

Their increased enthusiasm wasn’t slowed up any as Claire was hauled back up by the hair once more, backed into the ropes, and felt a chop lash across her DD breasts, making her moan with pain. Then Riya fired her off to the ropes again, looking to set herself for a shoulder check again. This time, Claire arrested her own progress, clutching the top rope before flipping her middle finger at Riya who was at the centre of the ring. Enraged, the Indian woman rushed at Claire, and the jet haired fighter had the opening she was looking for as she stopped her dead in her tracks with a front kick to the belly, folding her to the mat on her backside. Claire drove her thick right thigh into the face of Riya now, knocking her to the mat on her back, in a little bit of a daze, allowing Claire to take control.

Riya may have had a good start to the fight, but as Claire spread her legs by grabbing her ankles and stomped twice on her belly, that turned around quickly as she fought for breath. Claire was content too to keep her down on her back for the moment, knowing that on the ground, Riya’s extra size wasn’t in play, and she drilled a knee into the back of her right thigh, putting it straight into the hamstring. Taking some of the Indian wrestler’s power away was definitely a sound strategy for Claire, but she also wanted to cause her some pain, diving for an elbow drop across the breasts now. Lying high across the chest, Claire was able to use some hair to drag Riya into a tight side headlock, cranking the hold as she lay on her to help make it tricky to catch her breath properly. It didn’t make it difficult for the Indian woman to latch on to Claire’s long black hair though, wrapping some around her fingers to pull it hard, causing Claire to moan in pain. Claire gritted her teeth, cranked the headlock, and started to force her way to her feet with Riya still in her hair as she took her towards the ropes. Claire went out through the ropes, forcing Riya to follow her, but as the Indian fighter straddled the middle rope, Claire stopped and back heeled the rope hard so that it caught Riya in the pussy. ‘MMMNNGHHH!’ the home crowd’s favourite moaned, even before Claire caught her with a knee to the side to bundle her back through the ropes and into the ring.

Claire climbed back in through the ropes now, forcing Riya up to her feet, slapped her face, and then sent a knee into her body to double her up. Claire backed off a little then, sending a knee lift hard in the breasts as she stepped back in, and Riya staggered back into the ropes, feeling the pace. She knew enough of how to fight though to stay in the match, waiting for Claire to come in confidently before stopping her dead with a straight kick to the body. That set Claire on the back foot to take a right hand to the mouth from Riya who looked to have her back under control as she then burst off the ropes to floor Claire with a running clothesline. Riya went to the hair, grabbing it to force Claire just to all fours so that she could send a series of short kicks into her cheek. They were delivered more with disdain than hurtful intent it seemed as Claire moaned ‘cut that stupid shit out bitch!’ before a clubbing blow to the back of the head dropped her face first to the mat. From Jemma’s general direction, I heard a shout of ‘come on Claire!’ over the general noise of the crowd as Riya knelt in the middle of her back, clutching her hair with one hand. That allowed her to wrench Claire’s head to the side painfully while she grabbed the back of her pink and red thong, just applying enough pressure to wedgie her without it ripping. Claire moaned again as she felt the combination of moves hurting her before Riya rolled back, attempting to stretch Claire over her knees in a bow and arrow type of move. It was effective for a moment as Claire moaned out in pain, but her squirming soon got her free of the predicament at the expense of a kick planted in her side.

Claire rolled clear, clutching at her ribs for a second, as she decided to try and get away from Riya, but the Indian fighter, spurred on by her supporters, was on Claire quickly. In the hair, she dragged Claire up, and slammed her face first into the lightly padded turnbuckle, a blow effective at stunning the brunette. Now Riya took advantage of her extra 20lbs of weight too, delivering a short splash to Claire’s back, crushing her chest first into the turnbuckles to wind her further. Claire groaned, and Riya quickly grabbed her hair, bringing her out of the corner with a hair mare throw to drop the ailing jet haired woman onto her butt on the mat. The Indian fighter was in behind her quickly now, and it was a chance for Riya to put her own long brunette hair to good use as she simply wrapped it around Claire’s throat now to choke her. Claire’s feet drummed hard at the canvas, knowing that she was trapped in a dangerous position as Riya tightened the choke to punish her more. I heard Jemma again, imploring more effort from Claire on the outside, somehow managing to make her voice carry above the general din in the room as she did so. Claire looked like she might be fading as Riya leaned forward to tell her directly into her ear that she was a ‘weak English bitch!’ That was just before Claire swung an elbow back though, catching Riya in the mouth and knocking her back as her hair unravelled from around Claire’s throat. Claire hungrily sucked in some air before getting to her feet as Riya did that same, pawing at her mouth as she spotted a dot of blood from her lip on her finger.

‘You bitch! You’ll pay for that!’ she told Claire as the two circled for a moment before Riya looked to move in on Claire. This time, it was Claire waiting on the Indian woman though as Riya reached for her hair, and Claire shot her hands up, forcing Riya’s out to the side, leaving her wide open for a kick to the belly and a knee to the side of the head to send her to the canvas. Riya had rolled to her back from that blow and as she still tried to clear her eyes of the slightly vacant expression they’d taken on, Claire landed with a heavy leg drop, thick thigh crashing down across her face. With a minimum of effort and movement now, Claire grabbed that long brunette hair that had been used for torment her earlier and started to pull Riya into a tight figure four head scissors from behind by it. The back of Riya’s head was in tight against Claire’s crotch, while the jet haired fighter used her thick and powerful thighs to punish her. The figure four was in tight around Riya’s head too as Claire released her hair, piling it up on top of Riya’s face just to annoy the Indian woman as she pushed both hands to the floor and used that as a base to raise her hips and add extra power to the scissors. The squeezing, choking scissor hold quickly had Riya gasping from the power it held and the problems it was giving to her; it was effectively as good as a sleeper applied with the legs after all.

Claire flexed those legs again now, a satisfied smirk across her face as she heard Riya moan loudly in pain from the hold, Claire suddenly knew that she had the Indian woman in some trouble with the scissor hold, capitalising on how dazed she had been following the leg drop. She slapped her hard in the face now, clamping that hand down firmly over her nose and throat then to start a hand smother. Riya was trapped and for now powerless to do anything about it as her legs thrashed around at the canvas, trying to squirm her way free. Claire rode that out though, weakening Riya all the time with the combination of scissors and smother now before she was satisfied enough with her work to release both holds. Another slap to the face kept Riya in some trouble before she was pulled to her feet and Claire made easy enough work of lifting the bigger Indian wrestler to body slam her hard. The local crowd was suddenly a lot less enthusiastic as they saw their girl starting to get woman-handled a little, meaning Jemma’s enthusiastic support of the woman she’d always thought of as a cool auntie was increasingly audible. ‘That’s it Claire, get her!’ Jemma offered as Claire peeled Riya from the mat, positioning her just right for a straight kick to the pussy that dropped her to the mat, clutching her womanhood and groaning loudly in a good degree of pain. Claire paraded across the ring now, hands raised in the air, starting to celebrate what she saw as a forthcoming victory, and she almost paid for it as she came back in and took a nail slash across the belly. ‘Bitch!’ she hissed at Riya, stunning the Indian with a kick to the belly and a nail rake of the breasts as she did so to reassert her control again almost immediately. Riya had fallen on her side on he mat, and Claire punished her for the nail rake now by stamping on her hand to send rolling away, clutching her fingers, crying out in pain.

‘Shut up bitch!’ Claire admonished, quickly quietening Riya down with a thigh strike to the face, again bowling the Indian woman to the mat in a daze. Confidently, Claire pushed Riya in the face with her foot as she tried to rise, knocking her down with that before the jet haired woman brazenly stripped out of her own thong to continue the fight naked. It was the mark of a woman growing in confidence, and Claire continued to dominate, pulling Riya from the mat to treat her to a pussy pounding atomic drop, drawing a shriek of anguish from the highly thought of wrestler as knee impacted crotch in the most unforgiving of manners. Riya howled with pain before Claire pushed her to the mat with the most disdainful of shoves to the chest, an almost dismissive move to take care of the Indian wrestler. Flat out on the mat, Riya found herself spread to be caught with a diving headbutt to the crotch now, drawing another howl of pain from her. The Indian wrestler’s suffering was clearly audible in the much quieter room now as Claire took a moment to soak in the surprised looks on the faces of the crowd. Then she stood over Riya for a moment before simply sitting on her face, naked, making sure she got a face full of her ass and pussy to smother her. Quickly, she started to grind her crotch hard on Riya’s face too, her hips rolling in a fashion not too dissimilar to how Jemma liked to deliver a face sit. Jemma herself looked on with great delight as Claire finished off the Indian woman now who was soon tapping the mat to submit. As Claire refused to release the face sit for a little while longer still, I could see that Emma recognised this for what it was; a game of one-upmanship from Claire, to defeat an Indian woman in front of her and Jemma.

‘Submit the match you little cunt!’ Claire demanded now, easing the pressure just enough to allow Riya to confirm that she did indeed give up the whole match. Quick work for Claire who took a moment longer to bask in the stunned silence of the crowd before she grabbed Riya’s hair and dragged her from the ring, back in the direction of the dressing rooms and a fucking with Riya’s own strap on it turned out when Claire later returned to the dressing room.

By now, Jemma and Emma were waiting in there for her too, and she confidently stated, ‘that ladies, is how you defeat an Indian bitch!’

‘Impressive….’ Emma replied, more than a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

Sarcasm that Jemma didn’t really pick up on as she agreed ‘wasn’t it! You really kicked her arse Claire! I loved how you sat on her face at the end too….that’s just like I do it!’

‘Anytime you need some pointers kid, you just ask me’ Claire smiled, as I suspected some kind of a plan had started to form in her mind. Something to warn Jemma about, just to make sure that she understood just what Claire was capable of. There was no denying though that Claire had laid down something of a marker with her treatment of Riya Sundar, and she was a fighter on the rise again.