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Get Her!

By Wolfboy

Beth is back in action, and Bindi’s friend Gita is talking a good game

‘You can definitely beat blondie Gita, I know it!’ Bindi tried to reassure her friend, looking to buoy her confidence ahead of a fight she had arranged for her, by making the challenge to Beth. ‘She’s just a little pussy’ Bindi continued, confident it seemed in the ability of her friend despite her debut defeat to Andrea. ‘You dominate a girl like that sexually at first, then the submissions will follow Gita; that dork just can’t handle a real woman!’ Bindi finished, her pre fight pep-talk almost complete it seemed. In truth, the Indian fighter held less confidence in Gita’s abilities than she projected here. But, she had decided, it was time she started to find out quickly if Gita was up to it, so she had set the fight up, knowing that Beth had improved, but was still someone she felt sure a good fighter would beat. After all, the last thing she wanted was to be in a tag match with Gita as her partner and find out the girl wasn’t going to be able to hold her own out there.

In the other changing room, Jemma was delivering a similar pep-talk to Beth, but with a considerable amount more confidence behind it than Bindi held in Gita. ‘She’s nothing but a loud mouthed pussy Beth. You take your time, pick your spots, and get her! She’ll fold, I know it!’ Jemma confidently told her girlfriend. ‘I don’t think she’s a fighter at all’ she continued, Gita’s relative attributes running through her mind. ‘She’s going to try and come after you with sex fighting’ Jemma suggested now, ‘it makes sense, given the bitch who is coaching her’ she smiled, pleased that she’d now identified the game plan for Gita in her mind.

‘So….get her? That’s the plan is it babe?’ Beth smiled, earning herself a playful slap on the butt from Jemma. ‘I mean, don’t worry, I fully intend to get her. I intend that very much’ she smiled. ‘She won’t know what’s hit her out there’ Beth said, the look in her eyes telling Jemma everything she needed to know about Beth’s confidence. ‘And if she wants to sexfight, well let’s just say a skank like that won’t be even close to matching me at that either’ Beth smiled. Jemma knew that she meant it too, could see that this was now a confident young woman, not the awkward, slightly shy one she’d first seen fight Bindi. She couldn’t believe that this gorgeous, confident blonde was her girlfriend sometimes. And not only was she a pretty exceptional corner-girl, she was becoming a handy fighter too. One that today was evidently planning on surprising her girlfriend with her choice of outfit when she reached the mats and not before as she wore a tightly belted black silk robe to hide what lay beneath. ‘Shall we?’ she asked Jemma, ready to go.

‘Yes, lets’ Jemma agreed, equally ready to see what Beth was going to do to Gita here.

The match itself was going to take place in a neutral venue of sorts with neither wanting to cede any kind of ‘home advantage’ to the other. Although as she entered the private mat room, Beth was regretting that choice a little bit; what better way would there have been to show dominance than to beat Gita in her own back yard so to speak? Now wasn’t the time to worry about that though as Bindi led Gita into the room, immediately sparking up to ask ‘how are the two dorky little fuck buddies today?’ as she spotted Beth and Jemma waiting there.

‘We’re real good’ Beth replied quietly, pulling Jemma in to passionately kiss her in front of the two Indian girls. Then she smiled and asked Bindi ‘now, how’s the relationship with the hairbrush going?’ wiping the smile straight off Bindi’s face as she huffed off after Gita towards the corner. Her friend was wearing a white leopard print bikini of a modest enough design, full bottomed and a very secure looking halter neck top to cover her C cup breasts pretty adequately. Gita looked nervous, although she still told Beth ‘going to fuck you up blondie!’ from across the mats.

‘Sure….whatever bitch’ Beth shot back from across the mats, staring at Gita, possibly through her even. It was clear that Beth was laser focused on Gita and the matter at hand. She still had that black gown fastened up to the neck, not revealing anything of her outfit other than the fact she was wearing sheer nude stockings or tights as they were joined in the room by the owner of the mat room who had volunteered herself to referee the fight. She was straight to the point as she started out ‘right girls, lets have a good fight, just not a clean one! It’s anything goes over 20 minutes and the most submissions wins. On the right is Gita Madan who is 20 years old, 5 feet 5 inches tall, 125lbs and 34C-24-35 and has one defeat from one fight. On the left is Beth who is 21 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, and 34C-25-34 with 2 wins and 4 losses. Get ready girls’ she said, not needed for Gita who was clearly ready standing in her bikini. Only now did Beth remove her robe, knowing full well that all four women in that room were looking at her, and only her. Jemma had her breath taken away while Bindi and Gita’s jaws were practically on the floor at the sight of Beth now. This wasn’t an awkward looking woman at all as Gita had been led to expect by Bindi; this was a vampish, confident and very sexy Beth, gaining the upper hand before the action had even began. Those nude stockings, on sleek legs, gave way to a thick red band around each thigh where they were attached to a thin red suspender belt. Beneath that, Beth wore skimpy red thong in a mesh material that was coupled with a matching bra, possibly a half a cup size too small to make sure it stretched tight across her breasts, the mesh material showing her nipples poking at it very clearly. The blonde had pulled a total surprise here, catching Gita totally off guard to the extent that the Indian girl was very much still struggling to come to terms with who she was facing as the referee called fight, and Beth had now qualms about teeing off on her with two hard slaps to the face that immediately had her reeling. ‘Twenty minutes of beating you up…..this’ll be fun!’ Beth laughed as she lashed out one of her stocking clad feet, delivering a kick to the side that Gita just about dodged the very worst of on instinct along. That just moved her into Beth’s range though, allowing her to grab a handful of long brunette hair which she used to start dragging Gita around the mat by. Each sharp yank on those brunette locks was accompanied by a yelp of pain from Gita and the seemingly inevitable fact was that she would be pulled to her knees eventually as she staggered and stumbled.

‘Fight her Gita!’ Bindi offered from her corner, wincing as Beth again roughly corralled her friend around the room by her hair.

‘Fuck her up Beth!’ Jemma cheerfully advised from the opposite corner of the room, enjoying the dagger stare it earned her from Bindi across the room. The two would cross paths again and soon, both knew, but for now Jemma held the ascendancy in their rivalry as Beth finally dragged a hapless Gita to her knees. Now slaps started to land from the blonde who held the advantage, and wasn’t about to relinquish it early on. There was almost a disdain to the blows from the blonde too, each making Gita wince as they landed around her shoulders and body, none delivered with full force. Already Beth looked a little like a cat toying with a timid mouse through these opening moments as she slapped once more, this time to the face, as Gita pushed back weakly against her body. ‘Scared little bitch!’ Beth mocked the Indian girl already for her weak response to the early onslaught, dragging her now towards Bindi in the corner with a double handful of hair as Gita protested ‘get off me!’ amid the screeches she made from having her hair pulled fiercely.

‘Make me’ Beth stated flatly, getting Gita roughly into position where she wanted her near Bindi in the corner, and she roughly dropped on to her, taking a high school girl pin on her chest. Both hands were still in Gita’s hair while the Indian’s own arms were pinned to her sides by Beth’s legs. Again Gita protested ‘get off me!’ to little avail as Beth just shifted forwards, almost to a face sit, and completed the smother by using that double handful of hair to pull her face into her crotch. As predictably as night will follow day, Gita quickly cried out in submission and Beth took a very early one submission lead in the fight. She rose off Gita slowly, dragging her right foot across the body of the Indian girl slightly as she turned to head towards her corner. It ignited a fury in Gita, who scrambled to her feet and rushed after Beth as she headed to her corner now, anxious it seemed to restart the action straight away. If there was supposed to be a break, Gita had foregone it, and the coaching that her friend Bindi might have offered, instead giving in to her temper. ‘Look out Beth!’ Jemma cautioned, though she needn’t have bothered as the blonde was more than aware of the incoming attack from Gita, allowing her to grab a handful of her blonde hair. As she did so though, Beth half turned, rammed an elbow hard in to Gita’s belly, and as the Indian girl groaned, the wind driven from her body, Beth trapped her in a side headlock. Quickly, Gita was sent over a hip thrust into her side, and she crashed heavily to the mat beneath Beth, still in the headlock.

‘Hey ref! It should be a break after a submission!’ Bindi protested on her friend’s behalf, but it was Gita who had started the action back up. A view that the ref supported, telling Bindi ‘she wanted it...carry on girls!’

‘But ref!’ Bindi huffed, knowing that Gita was in some trouble beneath the grinding headlock that was well applied to her by Beth. The blonde also lay across Gita’s chest a little, making her carry that weight into the mix as Jemma laughed at Bindi ‘but nothing, you whining bitch!’ from her corner, and Beth settled in to punish Gita.

‘Is that all you’re going to do bitch?’ she asked mockingly as Gita lay beneath her, one arm loosely around Beth’s waist. ‘Just lie there and take it like a weak little pussy. Is that it?’ she continued, verbally punishing her opponent as effectively as she was physically right now. Another crank on the headlock and Gita moaned, her face getting pulled in closer to Beth’s breast now for a potential smother. Finally, Gita did something to at least faintly trouble Beth, scratching at Beth’s side with her sharp nails before another crank on the headlock stopped her. ‘Ooohhh nails...you bitch!’ Beth complained now, adding ‘I can see all that training with little miss I’m a champion wrestler over there has paid off. Very impressive!’

Then she adjusted the focus of her headlock, using it to pull Gita’s face firmly in to her breast, the smother well and truly on now. Gita kicked her feet at the mat and pushed and pulled at Beth’s arms weakly now, trying to dislodge her, but totally unable to get even close to doing so. She was trapped by Beth, and clearly wasn’t able to take being smothered for long. For the second time in the opening four minutes of action, Beth scored a submission, screamed out in a muffled voice by Gita. Again Beth broke the hold, this time dragging a hand slowly across Gita’s breasts as she rose, hoping to rile her again perhaps, as she stood watching her this time, wondering if Gita would attack again straight away. The Indian girl rolled to her feet, and turned her back to Beth though, trudging back to her corner and an animated looking Bindi as Beth spat ‘pussy!’ at her back in total disdain. She returned to her corner to a kiss from Jemma who was thrilled with the opening to the fight. Two submissions in Beth’s favour in the opening was impressive and she had total control as Bindi berated Gita in the small break between falls now.

‘You’ve got to fight her Gita. She’s an awkward weak bitch! Scratch her. Bite her! Maul her! Make her cum…..do something!’ Bindi implored.

‘Bindi, she is not weak…’ Gita moaned, trying to stand her ground.

‘An Indian wrestler should not lose to a weak whore like that!’ Bindi countered, having none of her friends claims. ‘Now get out there and start fighting like a true Indian woman should Gita!’ she told her, noting Beth to already be pacing confidently at the centre of the mats. It was to Gita’s credit at least that she did lead off with a flurry of activity at the start of this session. Beth went on to the back foot as Gita, head down, barrelled forward swinging a wild flurry of slaps in her general direction. It looked, in theory, like the exact start of the round that Gita needed, and Beth had to be careful, taking the blows around her arms for the most part as she weathered this little flurry. ‘Good Gita!’ Bindi encouraged from the corner, ‘get her!’ she continued, a mirror of Jemma’s earlier advice to Beth. The difference was that her advice had gone to a less capable fighter in Gita and for all that fury and action, it was Beth who was starting to land more, timing a couple of slaps to the face that jolted Gita out of her tempo for a moment. Then the head was down, flailing again, as Beth defended with a mixture of blocks and keeping her distance, allowing this latest salvo to slowly to more damage to Gita’s stamina as she threw them than it did to Beth taking the odd one that slipped her defences. Patiently now, the blonde waited, watching Gita starting to breathe heavily, watching her arms tire, feeling what little snap was left in the blows she was throwing. There was a smile in her eyes now, recognising she’d weathered the storm for what it was worth, and now she just needed to pick her time to strike. It came quickly too as Gita carelessly stepped in a little too close. Beth didn’t bother to hit her, she simply used the long brunette locks of the Indian girl to pull her in close before she quickly lifted and slammed her at the centre of the room.

As she grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs a little, Beth was totally in control once more with Bindi looking on aghast while Gita begged her not to deliver the pussy attack she feared. ‘For fucks sake Gita!’ she cried out at the sight of Gita trying to beg off her opponent now, and it wasn’t even Beth’s aim to go for a pussy attack anyway. Still she smiled at Gita for a second, confusing her as she agreed ‘OK, I won’t’ and then flipped her to her front, trapped in a Boston Crab. Immediately, Gita shrieked, more in surprise than pain at first as Beth didn’t really apply any pressure for now, allowing the shock to register on the Indian girl first. Bindi was sure the blonde would quickly for the crotch by shifting to a single leg boston; it was the way of an unskilled catfighter she felt. But Beth stuck with the traditional wrestling move, slowly but surely ramping up the pressure a little bit at a time, making Gita moan more and more as she felt her back being torqued. Beth eased the pressure slightly, taking her time to punish Gita now, totally confident that she had things in her control here. ‘So, blondie has learned….’ Bindi thought to herself, a little surprised, although she realised Jemma’s training was obviously having effect. She would still trounce her though she thought confidently as things continued to go south for Gita. Beth was now walking her slowly around the room in the hold, forcing her to walk on her elbows or get dragged on her breasts. Either way it was draining her, and Beth told her you just give up when you’re ready, weak little pussy!’

‘Fuck you!’ Gita protested, the insult from Beth predictably making her try to fight it that bit more, which of course was Beth’s plan all along. She could force the submission by sitting deep in the hold whenever she wanted, so why would she rush that?

‘Fight her off with your legs Gita!’ Bindi encouraged now, leading to another flurry of activity from the Indian girl before she moaned ‘Ooowwww…...I can’t!’, feeling Beth leaning into the hold a little more for a moment.

‘Well submit then!’ Beth flatly advised, going on to mock again ‘you’re clearly out of your depth after all!’

‘No!’ Gita snapped in reply, but the truth was she was a little over 7 minutes into a 20 minute fight and was close to being forced to a third submission already. Something Beth knew as she sat that bit deeper into the hold, listening to the moans of pain from Gita beneath her. ‘What was it you said you were going to do?’ Beth asked now, the running conversation one sided and not exactly helping Gita gain any confidence in her performance here. ‘That’s it’ Beth said as if the memory had just popped into her head, ‘you were going to fuck me up weren’t you? Well how’s that going for you so far?’ she asked now as she moved so that her butt was touching Gita’s back. Legs tucked beneath Beth’s arms, back torqued impossibly, Gita let out a howl of pain for a moment, and then, just like that, the third submission was in the bag as Gita cried out ‘I submit! I submit!’ and gained her release from Beth. This time a completely clean break from Beth who knew that Gita was going to take a moment to recover here so there was little value in trying to goad her just now. Instead, she returned to her corner, confidently telling the ref ‘let her take her time ref, I’m in no rush’ as she gave Jemma a quick kiss and checked her red lingerie was still in place.

‘She’s practically finished babe!’ Jemma enthused there in the corner, thrilled at seeing how her girlfriend had seized total control here. ‘She won’t even manage the full twenty minutes!’ she continued, confident the fight couldn’t possibly go the distance here.

‘I’m sure I can manage to drag it out a bit though’ Beth smiled, a plan evident in her mind as the waited patiently for Bindi to reenergise and reassure her friend so that the fight might continue. All the time, Beth didn’t really take her eyes off Gita, her even gaze acting to further unnerve the Indian fighter just as Bindi was starting to get through to her. Beth smiled to herself, knowing just what effect she was having on the inexperienced fighter now; she’d felt the same way in the past when fighting Bindi, feeling that your opponent was just superior to you. She wouldn’t suffer that crisis of confidence again if she were to face Bindi again now, but she still knew her to be a skilled and tough woman with plenty of tactics to fall back on. That wasn’t the case for Gita who finally came back on to the mats, looking a little unsteady. Her mouth was still working, almost certainly at a rate that her body could back up as she snapped ‘I’ll wipe that fucking smug smile off your face you blonde tart!’

‘I wish you’d try’ Beth replied, feeling very little sympathy for the plight of the mouthy but over-matched Indian girl. ‘Pussy….’ she continued, berating Gita. ‘That’s all you are, a little fucking pussy!’

‘You shut your mouth blondie!’ Gita shot back, evidently more comfortable in verbal sparring than she was in physical sparring.

‘Make me…...pussy’ Beth laughed in return, happy to circle with Gita for now, knowing that hot headed temper would get the better of her soon enough here. Then she would be back in control of the brunette. Still, Gita held her position, taking a slap to the shoulder from Beth who remained patient, knowing that Gita was sizing her up for an attack. It came suddenly too, with a brief ferocity that took Beth aback just for a moment as a slap crashed into her face, followed by Gita’s body cannoning in to her as the Indian girl snarled defiantly at her, forcing her into the wall. It seemed Gita’s style was one of a burst of activity though rather than a sustained approach to working an opponent over. The slap had been a telling enough blow; the flurry that followed it was more of a waste of energy that forced Beth to cover up in defence, sure. Other than a nail slash to the body from Gita though, it was largely ineffective stuff though Beth grunted and groaned along with the blows as they landed, knowing it would goad Gita on some more to think that she was getting to her.

‘Jesus Gita, fucking hit her properly!’ Bindi cried out from the corner, increasingly frustrated in her friend’s powderpuff style. The truth was laid bare in front of her though; Gita was simply not a natural fighter, and a girl that she considered to have been similarly skilled to her friend was currently proving that beyond doubt. A slap hit Gita in the face now, not heavily, just an opening gambit in setting her up for more as Beth picked her spots and started to knock Gita out of her flow here. A light slap to the breasts followed, lowering Gita’s defences. Then one to the thigh that was a scant threat at best lowered them further, giving Beth a free shot to the face. She took that with glee, the sound of palm on cheek filling the room at that point, and importantly, stopping Gita in her tracks right in front of her, a little open mouthed. That had been a blow delivered properly then, just as Bindi had implored, but it was delivered by Beth not her friend, and now Beth was going to take over again, she knew. A knee lift, straight to the pussy, proved it now, sending Gita crumpling back to the mats in pain as she clutched her assaulted womanhood in shocked pain.

Beth was content to take her time now, knowing she had Gita right where she wanted her as she took a long, slow, walk around the mats to find herself close to Bindi. ‘She’s really not very good’ Beth remarked casually now. ‘I mean, she has a champion wrestler as a coach, and this is as good as she’s got?’ she laughed.

‘Fuck off blondie, don’t tempt me!’ Bindi shot back, but Beth knew that Bindi wouldn’t interfere. She would resort to many things at times in her matches when it was needed, but she was conversely, very honourable in her approach at most other times. It was on Gita to do her own work here. Beth wouldn't let her though, pulling her up by the hair so that she could quickly deliver a pussy pounding atomic drop that sent Gita back to the mats howling in pain. Enjoying her total control now, Beth took her time, showing supreme confidence to remove her own bra, claiming ‘it’s hot in here isn’t it?’ before she handed it to Jemma. Then she rolled Gita to her back, dropping down on top of her and pinning her hands above her head to the mats. Gita writhed, her face betraying the ignominy that she felt being pinned there by her now topless opponent. The helplessness too; Bindi had told her Beth was no match for here, but the truth was here in front of her, it was she who was no match for Beth. As she struggled ineffectively, she was suddenly trapped further, legs tangled her up in a grapevine by Beth whose stockings felt smooth against Gita’s legs. Soft stockings or not, Beth’s legs had her overpowered quickly, spread just a little, actually not causing her any real pain.

Pain wasn’t Beth’s primary intent now though. She had the fight well and truly in hand and she would use the next few minutes to demonstrate to Bindi that while she wasn’t at her level as a fighter maybe, she was no longer the same timid blonde, defeated easily by sexual actions, as she had first encountered. She raised her body up, using her hands on the mat as a stand for it so that she might loom over Gita for a moment, and then she switched her grip, controlling both of Gita’s hands on the mat with just her right hand. Then she lowered herself so that her own naked breasts covered Gita’s that were still covered by her bikini top. ‘Fucking weak pussy…..my tits are dominating yours…..and now I’m going to make you cum like the slut you are!’ Beth whispered quietly now, knowing that her words would get through to the Indian girl all the same that way. Then she reached back with her left hand, tracing a path down Gita’s body, making her anticipate before those fingers were beneath her waistband, parting the healthy bush she had there. ‘Just like a proper Indian wrestler’ Beth remarked now as her fingers ran through that bush, before she added ‘but you’re fucking not one are you? Not a proper wrestler….you’re a fucking little pussy aren’t you?’ she asked the Indian girl.

‘Noooooo…...you…….bitch…….ooohhhhh!’ Gita bemoaned now, trying to deny it before Beth’s fingers were inside her, starting to tease her very slowly now. ‘OOOOHHHHH!’ she quickly moaned louder, finding Beth’s gentle but highly effective work to be to her liking whether she wanted to admit it or not. ‘Fucking tramp’ Beth mocked her now. ‘You like it don’t you? You’re a cheap little slut!’ she chastised Gita now.

‘Nooooo…...I…….don’t…...OOOOHHHHHH…….MMMMMM!’ Gita tried to protest now, but Beth’s fingers guaranteed her true feelings betrayed themselves. She was in the early throes of suffering a forced orgasm mid match at the hands of a fighter Bindi had told her was nothing to worry about. ‘Mmmfffff…...ooohhhhh…...ooooohhhhh!’ she whined breathlessly now, forgetting to struggle against her predicament now. Her hips would have risen to meet Beth’s fingers it was clear, if she wasn’t do firmly pinned by the blonde who in turn teased her, cooing ‘ooohhhhh…..ooohhhhh’ in her ear for a second. ‘Fucking fight the bitch off Gita!’ an exasperated Bindi cried out from the corner, trying to cut through the mists of passion and get Gita’s head back in the game. She recognised the situation for what it was though; Gita was in trouble despite the hand she wriggled free so that she might grab at Beth’s hair now. Grab not pull though was the key distinction there, and as Beth told her ‘that feels nice’, the finger fucking continued with increased tempo, Gita quickly forgetting to fight as the orgasm began to crash through her body. ‘Oohhhhhhhhhhh…..aiiieeeeehhhhh’ she screeched as it hit her, and Beth didn’t stop, making sure to force every last microsecond of pleasure out of the Indian girl before she would strike.

The look on the faces of the two corner-girls couldn’t have been more disparate at this point. While Gita continued to moan and groan at the behest of Beth, Bindi’s face showed her exasperation at the ability of her friend and the way this fight had gone. Beth shifted position now slightly, preparing to plunge her bare breasts into Gita’s face to smother her again, catching a glimpse of the sheer joy on Jemma’s face at how she was performing. Quickly, Beth shoved Gita’s bikini top up to expose her breasts so that she could quickly pinch at her nipples for a moment. Then the coup de grace, breasts dropped heavily into Gita’s face, and an arm behind the head guaranteeing that she was going nowhere, other than to sleep if she didn’t submit.

Beth released Gita’s hands now, feeling the other one in her hair too quickly as Gita blindly released for it, but the Indian girl did nothing with it really, not pulling hard enough for Beth to really register it. ‘Pull it fucking harder Gita! JESUS CHRIST WOMAN!’ Bindi yelled from the corner, making Jemma laugh out loud which earned her a furious glare from her rival. Beth was smiling too as she felt all of the fight draining from Gita beneath her. ‘Submit or you’re going out!’ she commanded now from her position of strength. Gita struggled a moment longer, trying to get out from beneath Beth but she lacked both the power and the technique to get the job done now. She grew still beneath Beth, but then there was a muffled cry from the Indian girl that forced the break. She had clearly submitted although only Beth had heard, so she released the smother to clarify what Gita had said. ‘What did you say? Tell everyone!’ Beth demanded, maintaining the grapevine.

‘I give up…..you win…...please, no more!’ Gita whined now, her face flushed with the effort of the match, and of trying to catch her breath in the smother. There was still six minutes of time left in the match, but it was more than clear that she’d had all she could handle from a very dominant Beth.

‘That’s good…...fucking pussy!’ Beth smirked, releasing her holds and climbing oh so slowly off Gita to return to Jemma in the corner. She turned round for a moment, letting Jemma refasten her bra after she had slipped it back on, and took in the scene in front of her. Gita lay forlorn on the mats, Bindi looked on with her face a mask of fury at the way the fight had gone, and the referee strolled over to raise her hand in victory. A victory by total submission of the match within the time limit at that; a very impressive display by Beth even if it seemed that Gita was far from a natural fighter.

Of course, Bindi had to try and get the last work as Beth and Jemma went to leave the room telling Beth ‘you’ll pay for this blondie!’

‘Oh sure’ Beth smiled in return ‘and you’d better stick to fighting I’d say, because if that’s the best you can do coaching’ she said, casting a disparaging glance towards Gita, ‘you’re definitely no good at that!’ she smirked at Bindi.

‘Tag match!’ Bindi said on the spot. ‘I challenge you to a tag match. Me and my partner will roundly trounce you two!’ she challenged.

‘You’re on Bindi’ Jemma said, no question in her mind. ‘But it won’t be us getting trounced, bitch!’ she said leaving the room with Beth in two as they heard the sound of Bindi berating Gita fading as the door closed behind them!