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Can You Back It Up?

By Wolfboy

Bindi’s friend Gita makes her debut, but can she back up her confident trash talking?

Andrea had suffered a harsh introduction to catfighting at the hands of Bindi a few weeks earlier, losing despite her experience in Olympic style wrestling to the Indian girl. After the fight had finished, Bindi had found herself forced to admonish Gita for using a schoolgirl pin on the beaten Swedish exchange student. However, Bindi had also felt that Andrea might just be the perfect opponent for Gita to make her debut in catfighting against. Andrea had agreed to that despite still not being entirely sure what a catfight was. It felt a bit like wrestling without most of the rules to her just at the moment, but after Gita had tried to take advantage of her, she knew she needed to take her on. It was as much about saving face for her as anything, but the fact that she’d asked for some time before the match had at least given her more chance to learn a bit more about the world of catfighting.

She’d seen a video of masked woman in black fighting a curvy auburn haired woman called Emma, and then was more than a little surprised to actually see that very woman talking to one of the girls at the university one afternoon. That was Emma talking to Beth and Jemma, and both girls had been only too happy to give Andrea some pointers on how to handle things in catfights. They’d even offered to have her back tonight if she wanted, but she’d politely declined, wanting to handle her own business with Gita this time. Now as she headed to the gym where she would fight Gita in the same room where she had fought and lost to Bindi, she second guessed that a little; what if the two girls teamed up on her? No, she told herself, they wouldn’t do that; Gita was a bitch she was pretty sure, and Bindi loved to fight in her unorthodox style, but she had also been the one who had stopped Gita pinning her after the match. She convinced herself it would be all good as she returned Bindi’s wave when the two Indian girls saw her approaching the gym. She also saw Gita looking at her with a surly expression on her face. ‘Like a bulldog chewing a wasp’ she smiled to herself as she got her first look at her opponent.

‘So glad you came!’ Bindi gushed, trying her best now to be the gracious fight host. ‘Gita has been looking forward to it so much, haven’t you?’ she said to her friend now.

Gita just continued to try her best to stare a hole through the Swede, but there was something about her look that just made Andrea have to stifle a laugh. Gita was trying so hard to look tough and threatening, but Andrea was pretty sure that she saw right through it; it was an act from a woman who looked more than a little scared of what she’d got herself in to. ‘I’ve been looking forward to it too’ Andrea smiled confidently, not taking her eyes off Gita for a moment. She felt her confidence building as she pointed out ‘and I’ve got a lot more idea what I’m getting in to this time around! Well, shall we?’ she asked, before following the two Indian girls into that same room within the gym as before. She was still a little bit unsure on exactly what to wear for catfighting, but from her limited selection of reasonably suitable clothes, she’d chosen a silver string bikini that tied on each hip and a matching top that tied behind her back and neck. At the moment, that was beneath her black t-shirt mini dress, white trainers on her feet which she’d thrown on for the short walk to the gym. Her nails were painted in that same shade of silver, and while her hair was up in a ponytail for now, she would let it fall loose for the fight. Andrea had found fighting with her hair down quite liberating after being forced to tie it back for her free style wrestling bouts. There was just something beautifully feminine about catfighting she realised.

The three young women entered that same room as they had a few weeks earlier, this time with Gita and Andrea feeling that nervous anticipation of the fight to come. Bindi told them both ‘I will be your referee tonight, and I propose you fight to the same rules that I did with Andrea. Best of three falls with a two minute break after a submission. Hair pulling, slapping and mauling plus wrestling of course; no punching, stripping allowed. What do you think ladies?’ she asked.

‘It sounds OK to me’ Andrea spoke first, and then Gita spoke up ‘I want to allow punching to the body too! Unless you’re too much of a pussy to allow it?’ she challenged Andrea who noted the surprised look on Bindi’s face which told her enough to confidently agree to her opponent’s demand. Gita looked confident enough on the outside but Andrea still felt that her eyes betrayed her a little; she knew that the Indian girl was nervous and might well be adding stipulations that she couldn’t back up.

‘Very well’ Bindi said, sounding just a little exasperated with her friend. ‘The rules will allow punching to anywhere other than the head. Well, once you’re both ready, come on to the centre of the mats, and I’ll do introductions before you start.’ Andrea wasted little time, kicking off her white trainers and taking her dress off over her head so that she wore just that tight fighting silver bikini now. Bindi admired the blonde from the centre of the room as she stretched to loosen up; she really was quite the physical specimen, toned but curvy and busty, Bindi knew her to be a strong woman first hand. One she relished the idea of being back on the mats with again and really working over next time. She would allow the Swede to gain confidence first though she thought. Across the room, Gita had struggled out of her tight jeans, almost losing her balance as Bindi rolled her eyes and Andrea stifled a laugh again. Bindi saw the difference between the two young women from her position on the mats; where Andrea was powerful and moved the athletic grace of a cat, Gita was slender, quick, possibly a little jumpy too. She would have to fight like a whirlwind at first against this stronger woman. ‘But she has the advantage of my training…’ Bindi thought to herself, confident that must mean something. She knew Bindi’s tactics and the Swede’s fighting style of course, courtesy of that earlier meeting, allowing her to have assessed Andrea’s abilities.

‘So ladies’ Bindi called out in the room, ‘you’re both her to catfight for a best of three submissions fight with no time limit and a two minute break after submissions. You both agreed the other rules a moment ago. So on my right, in her first fight is Gita Madan. Gita is 5 feet 5 inches tall, 125lbs, 34C-25-35 and is 20 years old. Her opponent on my left if Andrea Jansson; Andrea is 5 feet 6 inches tall, 142lbs, 36DD-24-37, 21 years old and has one loss from one catfight’ Bindi smiled, knowing it was she who had inflicted that one defeat. She paused for a moment now, just admiring the way Andrea’s thighs rippled as she paced on her side of the mat. Gita would be in trouble if she found herself trapped in between those she thought, but they’d talked about that and she was sure the tactics she’d laid out for her friend would avoid such a problem. ‘If you’re ready then, fight!’ she called, stepping back a little to allow the two ladies plenty of room to fight.

As she had against Bindi, Andrea moved towards Gita in that low wrestlers crouch, looking poised as Gita swatted her arms away a couple of times with slaps swung at them. Andrea remained focussed on just one thing though, Gita, who looked a little like a rabbit trapped in the headlights in the opening seconds, slapping away wildly to keep the blonde off her. She was almost holding her breath too, Andrea noted almost straight away, realising that would do the Indian girl no favours as the match went on. Nerves she realised from a girl who had done her best to appear confident beforehand, but now was faced with the reality of a catfight as Andrea stung her thigh with a slap, just to test her. Gita reacted a little, face betraying her surprise at getting slapped for the first time, even if it had been a relatively light blow. The pattern continued for a little while longer, Andrea amusing herself by slowly walking Gita down, and occasionally catching her with a slap or a push to the body, always touching her when she was in range just to unsettle her that little bit more. Then she decided it was time to engage with the Indian girl, dipping her head forward as she lowered her stance even more to drive her hips as she grabbed Gita’s legs, dumping her on her back on the mats.

Gita moaned ‘ooofff!’ as she found herself dumped like that by the Swede but she did react quickly enough to grab a handful of Andrea’s long blonde hair, at least giving herself a small degree of control. Her inexperience was clear to see though as Andrea was kneeling between her legs but she failed to scissor the blonde, allowing her to belatedly straddle her legs down on the mat. Gita’s lower body was pinned effectively now, but she used the hair to pull Andrea forward a little, maybe hoping to pull her in to a breast smother, but the blonde steadied herself with a hand on the mat, then surprised Gita by pulling her head back, accepting the pain that might bring her. Gita kept her grip, enjoying how Andrea moaned from that, but then the blonde slapped her belly and Gita moaned in surprise. ‘Come on you little bitch’ Andrea teased as she moved up Gita’s body a little. ‘is that all you’re going to do? Pull my hair like a little girl?’ Gita had no reply for now, clinging grimly to Andrea’s flowing blonde hair as the Swede swatted a slap across her breasts this time.

‘OWWWW….get off of me!’ Gita protested a little weakly. ‘Let go of my hair then’ Andrea replied, knowing of course that Gita wouldn’t as she moved a little further up her body still to sit on her stomach. Slowly the Swedish girl was moving closer to a schoolgirl pin on Gita who finally tried to fight back instead of just defending, delivering a slap to the stomach. ‘Is that your best shot?’ Andrea mocked, barely registering the shot at all as it bounced off her well toned body. Then she slapped Gita in the stomach again, and confidently moved up the Indian’s body further so that her butt was covering her belly button. Gita tugged on the hair, making Andrea take in a sharp gasp of air as she felt that burning pain in her scalp now. ‘I’ll snatch you bald!’ Gita warned her, ominously you might think, but Andrea just laughed ‘mmm, that’s nice….it tickles’ to belittle Gita’s hair pulling. Then she took a handful of Gita’s chestnut brown hair herself and bounced the back of her head on the mat once as she used the grip to take further control.

‘Get off me!’ Gita asserted loudly now, demanding that Andrea relinquish her dominant position, something which of course the Swede had no intention of doing. ‘Make me’ she stated flatly, one hand in Gita’s hair, the other slapping her right breast again, lightly enough, but she could still tell Gita didn’t like it. ‘MMMNNGHHH!’ Gita roared loudly now, not a cry of pain but one borne of pure frustration as Andrea continued to have her pinned and seemingly pretty helpless to do anything about it, even though it was early in the match. Gita slapped Andrea’s breasts now, not powerfully though as she struggled to get any real leverage in the move, but then she surprised the blonde with a sharp pull on her hair that pulled Andrea down tight on top of her. Now Gita had her chance and she scratched at Andrea’s upper back for a moment, her fingers scrabbling for the tie of her bikini top behind her neck. Gita may have been an ineffective fighter so far, but she proved herself to be a very deft fighter when it came to stripping, quickly untying that knot. ‘You bitch!’ Andrea complained as she felt her top fall away slightly, held now just by the tie behind her back. As she tried to force clear of Gita, she felt the Indian girl’s fingers play roughly down her back to grab hold of and start undoing the knot there as well. Once again, Gita made rapid work of that knot too, and Andrea felt all of the tension go out of the garment as it effectively fell loose, trapped between the bodies of the two women.

‘Now get off me!’ Gita complained again. Perhaps expecting a topless Andrea to be more compliant to her demands. Unfortunately for her, Andrea had already experienced being rendered topless and more against Bindi, and she was less affected by it than she might have been previously. Instead, she worked her way further up Gita’s body, almost straddling the Indian’s firm C cups now, and then she waited for a moment before allowing Gita’s hair pull to pull her down again. The Indian girl had effectively trapped herself, pulling her opponent’s breasts right down into her own face, and she was slow to realise her error as Andrea wrapped arms tightly around the back of her head. That pulled Gita in deep so that after just two minutes of catfighting, she was in deep trouble as a pull on Andrea’s hair showed, failing to move the Swede even an inch. Gita panicked, forgot to try and fight out of the smother and instead she hastily unfastened both sides of Andrea’s bikini bottom instead. The Swede sighed as she felt that fall loosely from her body; how on earth had a girl who’d totally failed to mount any kind of attack worthy of mention managed to render her totally naked inside three minutes?

She may have pondered that but she had Gita well and truly trapped in her breast smother, her DD breasts proving more than effective as she slowly ground Gita down here. From deep within the vacuum created by Andrea’s breasts in her face, Gita moaned ‘I can’t breathe!’ now as she hold took quick effect on the newcomer. ‘Well, you know what to do then!’ Andrea told her, and Gita was quick to comply as she tapped out to end a one sided and quick first fall in just a shade over three minutes. Andrea broke the hold even before Bindi had told her to, and collected her bikini from the mats to head back to her part of the room naked, but barely showing any signs of exertion at all. ‘You can’t put that back on’ Bindi reminded her from the centre of the room, as Andrea nodded, smiling ‘I remember, don’t worry’ as she put the silver garment on top of her black dress and turned to watch Gita looking more than a little flustered opposite her. She smiled to herself, hands on hips, as she watched her opponent, realising that perhaps she’d bitten off more than she could chew. But Andrea wasn’t foolish enough to be overconfident, knowing that an opponent who felt they had nothing left to lose was often a dangerous one from her free style wrestling days. Talking of nothing to lose, she wondered once again just how Gita had managed to strip her so quickly; sure she’d forced the submission and dominated yet, but she still felt a little trepidation at having to fight naked now.

Gita eyed the Swede warily from across the mats at the end of the first fall. It really hadn’t gone to plan for her, and as much as Bindi had convinced her that Andrea was her perfect opponent, she really didn’t feel all that sure about it right now. She saw the naked Swede, a little thatch of blonde hair between her powerful legs looking a little more confident than even at the start of the fight. ‘She’s vulnerable now’ Gita told herself, as much as anything trying to convince herself of that fact as she prepared for the second round that started with both circling after Bindi had called ‘fight!’

‘I’m going to cunt you now bitch!’ Gita told Andrea straight away as the two traded barbs before blows in the second fall. ‘I’d like to see you try….pussy!’ Andrea shot back smartly, trying to goad Gita into some sort of action in the early going.

‘You’re a bitch. You cheated!’ Gita told her now, drawing a laugh from the Swedish blonde. Even Bindi shook her head incredulously at that accusation as Andrea challenged now ‘well why don’t you do something about it then….or are you scared?’

‘I’m not scared of you!’ Gita fired back, chest puffed out in indignation as if Andrea’s claim was simply ridiculous.

‘Well, do something then’ Andrea said, slapping high on Gita’s thigh to start the action for round two. ‘Do something’ she challenged again as the circling continued.

‘I will!’ Gita told her, still not actually doing anything though as Andrea whipped another slap into her thigh now, causing Gita to flinch.

‘Just a scared little girl!’ Andrea mocked her now, leaning in to warm her thigh again, and finally Gita responded, surprising Andrea with a fast slap to the face. Fast but not powerful, it still took her aback for a moment, and now Gita made her play, jumping up to catch Andrea in a body scissors, hands clasped through her blonde hair behind her head. The Swedish wrestler was powerful, and she still stood as Gita locked her ankles and tried to squeeze her hard, drawing a quiet moan of pain from the blonde. ‘Ha! Now you submit!’ Gita immediately demanded as Andrea laughed at her, telling her ‘you must be joking, right?’ before she grabbed the front of Gita’s leopard print bra. Again, Gita tried to flex her legs, drawing just the slightest moan of pain from the athletic blonde who showed little intent of giving Gita any satisfaction with the hold. She pulled hard at the front of Gita’s bra instead, starting to dislodge the shoulder straps before she pushed up, getting the bra above Gita’s breasts which she promptly slapped. Gita almost forgot that she had her hands clasped behind Andrea’s head to support her here, and momentarily went to reach for her breasts to cover them. Then she hastily retook her grip, just allowing her nails to dig into Andrea’s skin just a little, smiling thinly in satisfaction as she heard the Swede protest ‘hey!’

‘Submit if you don’t like it you weak blonde whore!’ Gita sneered now, trying hard with the scissor hold now once more.

‘Submit to what exactly?’ Andrea replied sarcastically, ‘your crushing scissors or the neck massage?’ before she slapped Gita’s breasts again, watching her eyes for a flicker of pain there. She knew beyond any doubt that the Indian girl didn’t like having her breasts slapped now, but she was also reminded that Gita may not be much of a fighter, but she was a nasty little bitch. Gita proved that now, using her grip behind Andrea’s head to pull her face towards the naked Swede’s breasts, sinking her teeth into the top of her right breast. ‘OOOWWW….YOU DIRTY FUCKER!’ Andrea protested loudly, actually hurting for the first time in this standing scissors courtesy of Gita’s molar mauling.

‘YOU DIRTY COW!’ she protested further as Gita relished the pained sounds of her opponent for the first time now in a catfight. She wasn’t going to release the hold until Andrea begged her to submit now she thought. Unfortunately for her, Andrea was a woman with a plan despite the pain she felt, and she simply dropped to her own knees, driving the unsuspecting Indian girl into the mat hard. That took the wind away from Gita as she hit the mat, forcing her to suck in air, releasing her biting attack as she did so. Andrea suddenly found herself in the same position that she had been in during the first fall, and she moved quickly looking to straddle pin Gita. The Indian girl showed she had learned a little from the first fall though as she tightly scissored Andrea's left leg just below the knee, stopping her from completing the move. She was awkwardly stretched now as she half straddled Gita who balled up her fist to punch her in the side to literally no effect. Andrea simply looked at her and mocked ‘and you wanted punching included! Hit properly at least!’ as she barely registered the blow. Gita swung again, to little avail as Andrea tensed her abs and let the punch land harmlessly enough. She was still trapped though, leg held between Gita’s thighs as she swatted another slap across the Indian’s uncovered breasts. Again she saw the flinch in Gita’s eyes from that one as it landed, but she held firm with her legs around Andrea’s, anchoring the blonde in place, half on top of her.

Gita latched on to Andrea’s left nipple now, pulling and twisting as she saw in the blonde’s eyes that she was feeling that one. Well, if she had to fight nasty to get a foothold in the match, then she would and with that in mind, she grabbed a handful of that blonde thatch between Andrea’s powerful legs and pulled on that making the Swede shriek ‘NOOOO! HEY! YOU BITCH!’ in loud protest at that move. Gita felt that she was on to something now for the first time as she saw Andrea’s eyes close in pain from her twin nipple and bush pulling attacks. She redoubled her efforts with Andrea still trapped, moaning loudly in pain as the Indian girl ripped out some of her bush before retaking another handful. ‘I’ll snatch you bald bitc….’ Gita told her, the last word totally cut before she’d had chance to fully voice is as Andrea delivered a hard downward punch right to Gita’s belly button.

‘Sorry? You were saying?’ Andrea quipped as it was almost like someone had pulled the plug out of Gita when her fist landed. She’d lost her grip of nipple and bush, her scissor hold was broken as her legs listlessly drummed at the mat, and Andrea was basically free to pin her again if she’d wanted to. She decided instead just to make a little bit more of an example of the Indian girl, not having appreciated her bitchy ways in the match, especially given the fact that she didn’t seem to back her nature up at all. Grabbing Gita’s hair, she pulled the severely winded Indian fighter to her feet before scooping her up effortlessly to body slam her hard on to the mats again. Gita groaned ‘OOOFFF!’ as she landed and tried to roll into a foetal position, desperate to try and catch her breath. Andrea pressed her foot into her right breast though, and slowly exerted the pressure to roll Gita to her back. As soon as she was in that position, then Andrea dropped across her, delivering a splash that crushed that last bit of air from Gita’s body. Now the blonde finally removed Gita’s bra before she indulged herself for a moment with a harsh double nipple twist that made Gita shriek loudly in pain.

‘You should submit, scared little bitch!’ Andrea told her now, adding ‘you’re no match for me!’

‘Nooooo!’ Gita weakly moaned from down on the mats, suffering from the cruel nipple twist. It was never like this in training, she thought to herself.

‘Very well’ Andrea said, releasing the nipple twist and moving quickly to straddle Gita down on the mat, sitting on her breasts now. She lifted her butt slightly, allowing it to drop back on to Gita’s breasts, continuing to repeat that motion as she asked ‘how about now? Submit!’

Again Gita whined ‘noooo’ and this time tried to counter as she grabbed another handful of Andrea’s blonde bush. There was a groan from Andrea as she felt the Indian trying to rip out another handful. ‘God, she’s a bitch!’ Andrea thought to herself as she subdued Gita with a slap to the face. Not a strong one, but enough to carry surprise value for a woman like Gita who, despite her bravado, had quite evidently not been in a fight in her life. Andrea had finally had enough of Gita’s ways now, and as soon as the slap landed she moved to push Gita’s hands high above her head to the mat. She understood leverage from her days of Olympic wrestling. She also understood from facing Bindi that having someone's ass on your face was a powerful weapon in catfighting. She shifted quickly into position so that she straddled Gita, her crotch practically on the Indian girl’s chin now, arms trapped by Andrea’s legs where the Swede knew Gita would lack the power and leverage to free them. Then she looked down on the Indian girl, staring in to her eyes, and told her ‘last chance, submit or I’ll sit on your face!’

‘You won’t…..you wo…..’ Gita protested, before she was cut off by Andrea shifting forward to get her naked ass and pussy on to her face. She took a handful of hair too, making sure to secure Gita’s face squarely in the smother, making sure she dished out the best of it while ensuring Gita had nowhere to go. ‘Submit’ she advised flatly, frankly enjoying the face that it was she that had her ass on someone’s face this time, as she reached back to tweak Gita’s nipple once more. Gita shrieked, the sound of it muffed as Andrea told her ‘speak up, I can’t hear you because my pussy is on your face!’ Now Gita’s feet drummed at the mat frantically, her body writhed and squirmed beneath Andrea, but the thick thighed blonde rode her imperiously now, never moving an inch apart from when she rocked her hips slightly just to rub in her superiority. ‘Now you submit!’ she told Gita again, and as the naked Swede released Gita’s arms, the Indian girl quickly thrashed the back of her hand on the mat in a frantic submission as she suffered in the smother.

‘She submits!’ Bindi announced, ‘let her up Andrea, you’ve won!’ she said, a little bit surprised at how the blonde had been able to demolish Gita. After all, Gita had talked a strong game during training. Maybe it was first match nerves she reasoned as she raised Andrea’s hand in victory. Bindi eyed Andrea with a new found respect too, realising she may be more of a force to reckon with than she’d first expected. ‘Well done Andrea’ she told her, eyeing her athletic physique as the blonde walked back to her pile of clothes at the edge of the mat. ‘I think you’ve got the hang of this now’ Bindi smiled, before challenging ‘perhaps you’d like a rematch with me?’

Andrea took a moment to answer as she slipped that black T-shirt dress over her head to cover her body, her nipples showing firm against the fabric that strained tightly across her chest. ‘Maybe’ she allowed, ‘I’d like it because you’re a hard challenge and I like that more. And I think I like catfighting’ she admitted. ‘It’s just more fun than wrestling with all those rules. Let me have a couple more matches though first so I’ve got more chance of being ready for you?’ she asked Bindi.

‘I’ll wait’ Bindi agreed, ‘I think it’ll be worth it’ she said as she watched Andrea bend down to pick up her bikini before she slipped on her white trainers. She smoothed her dress over her hips, and smiled as Bindi as she said to her ‘good! I’ll let you know when I get another match set up and then we can arrange our rematch’ Andrea said, then she took one more look at Gita who still lay on the mats with her bra next to her, and headed for the door saying ‘I’ll be seeing you soon Bindi.’

‘Indeed you will…’ Bindi replied quietly, already relishing the prospect of really ravaging the blonde next time. Then she turned her attention to Gita on the mats as she admonished her ‘what the bloody hell was that Gita? I thought I trained you better than that!’

‘But she cheated Bindi….’ Gita whined from down on the mats.

‘No she didn’t Gita. Admit it, you were just weak!’ Bindi told her. Then she dropped down to straddle pin her friend, pushing her hands above her head as Gita whined again. ‘More practice needed for you Gita’ Bindi smirked, ‘starting right now...’