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Lexi’s Pay-Per-View: The Main Event

By Wolfboy

Bindi is out to prove a point against Lexi; but Lexi just wants to show her up again

The first two matches of Lexi’s first foray into the world of streaming fights had gone without any kind of hitch on the evening so far, and had seen wins for Beth and Jemma in their matches. Now they both sat on the sofa in the apartment part of Lexi’s fight basement, ready to take in the evening’s main event, and it promised to be a great match they were both pretty sure. Lexi had pretty well schooled Bindi in their first meeting, her outfit from that match currently having pride of place on Lexi’s trophy wall. Of course Bindi ‘hadn’t been ready’ on that occasion, Lexi had ‘cheated’ and Jemma and Beth were both ‘bitches for setting her up’; the whole thing in Bindi’s mind had been a total travesty of justice. The Indian girl had jumped then at the chance of a rematch when Lexi had floated the idea with her, determined that she would get her revenge.

Of course, Lexi was equally confident that she could deal with Bindi for a second time, this time in front of an audience paying to stream the fight live. Bindi’s profile as a former Smythe lightweight champion helped the fight to sell well, as did her threat that she would be teaching the New Yorker a lesson she wouldn’t forget with her strap on at the successful conclusion of the fight. Lexi had just smiles, told her ‘let’s see how that goes for you princess’, and had been satisfied to know that her first streaming show had got exactly the kind of main event that it needed.

The cameras were rolling then as Bindi was the first fighter to enter the ring, wearing a pale lemon coloured short silk kimono, belted at the waist, as she slipped between the ropes. She had her game face very much on it was clear, brunette locks tamed into a functional ponytail, barefoot, her finger and toe nails painted in a pale blue colour. She was followed to the ring by Gita, her usual corner woman of course, and while Bindi was all business, Gita had the time to send her obligatory glare in the direction of Beth at ringside. The blonde responded with a little wave as she blew a sarcastic kiss in Gita’s direction, confident as she was that Gita couldn’t hold a candle to her in a catfight. Bindi waited in her corner now, patient as she waited for Gita to come back to her side, and for her opponent Lexi to appear in the fight basement. The New Yorker had taken over the bedroom changing area as used previously by Jemma and Beth, meaning she had a short walk from the changing area to the ring. A walk which she made with confidence written on her face, and a smile in the direction of Bindi who scowled ‘cocky bitch’ at her. Led to the ring by her sister Kathy, Lexi slipped through the ropes while Kathy took up her station on the outside of the ring.

Finally, Frankie Angel slipped in to the ring to act as the ring announcer for the final bout of the evening. It was a role that suited her pro wrestler’s flourish as she began ‘ Ladies and Gentlemen of the internet, it is time for your main event of the New York Nights pay per view, and it is a no time limit catfight wrestling bout, set for the best of 3 verbal submissions with no referee. There should be no hard strikes to the head with punches, kicks, elbows, knees and headbutts all illegal to that area. Anything goes to the body. There will be a two minute break between falls. Now our two fighters’ Frankie continued as she pointed first towards Bindi’s corner, knowing that the camera would be following her in that. ‘She is from India but fighting out of England, at 5 feet 6 inches tall, 138lbs, 21 years old and measuring 34C-36-35, this is Bindi Patel! Bindi has a record of 8 wins and 5 losses’ Frankie finished, waiting for a moment while Bindi removed her lemon coloured kimono to reveal to the cameras that she was ready to fight, wearing her yellow wrestling panties, with green piping and white tassels on each side. She was topless, often her preferred way of fighting, but would that prove to be an error here against Lexi?

Frankie Angel now turned to look at the opposite corner where the American lightweight Lexi was waiting, looking the picture of innocence as she leaned back on the ropes casually. ‘And her opponent, from right here in New York City, at 5 feet 7 inches tall, 131lbs, 34 years old and measuring 34B-24-35, this is Lexi!’ Lexi has a record of 7 wins and no defeats! Ladies, wait for the bell and then come out fighting!’ Frankie finished off, leaving the ring so that she could chime the ring bell. Lexi adjusted her twin pigtails, checked that her tartan thing rode comfortably on her hips, and adjusted her tight white cut off t-shirt so that it was stretched tightly across her pert breasts, just revealing the swell of the breast below it’s hem as she waited for the bell.

‘Imagine organising all of this, just so you can be beaten and fucked in front of an audience!’ Bindi shot across the ring at Lexi who studied her impassively.

‘If you’re as good as you think you are princess, you’ll get to do both’ Lexi smiled, but just as Frankie chimed that bell for round one, she added ‘but we both know you’re not the woman you think you are don’t we Bindi….’

The bell rang, but the fire was already lit to start the fight at a fierce pace, Bindi rushing from her corner with fury and going for a clothesline on Lexi. That was ducked with ease, such was the distance Bindi telegraphed it from, and Lexi secured the ponytail of the Indian girl, using that to pull her to the mat straight away. Bindi crashed down and was straight on the move, trying to roll to her feet, only to find Lexi still had her ponytail and controlled her rise so she could introduce the Indian girl to the top turnbuckle face first. Bindi looked dazed as Lexi seemed to have the early edge, tweaking her nipple before using an Irish Whip to send her back into her own corner of the ring. The Indian fighter hit the buffers against the turnbuckles there, looking a little winded and Lexi followed up confidently only to find that Bindi was slyly waiting on her, not nearly as troubled as she had first appeared to be. A snap kick caught Lexi in her thigh, stopping her in her tracks, and Bindi used her twin pigtails as handles to turn her into the corner now instead. A chop followed, stinging, delivered across the breasts with some venom by Bindi before she used the pigtails again to throw Lexi from the corner to a heavy looking landing out towards the centre of the ring. This time it was the American who looked to be winded as Bindi measure her up for an elbow drop only to find Lexi wasn’t there and she found only canvas with the move.

Now Lexi moved quickly, grabbing the hair to pull Bindi into a head scissors briefly before Bindi grabbed and twisted her feet to prise her ankles apart and squirm free of the hold. Both women rolled back to their feet, and came together, chest to chest as Bindi’s C cups challenged the firmness of Lexi’s pert B cups for a moment. ‘You’re a bitch’ Bindi said, looking Lexi directly in the eyes and she slapped her, a stinging blow to snap Lexi’s face to the side. Lexi smiled despite the reddening of her cheek, then she latched on to Bindi in a double nipple twist, forcing her to follow her around the ring as she told ‘and you’re nothing but a slut fighting with your tits out!’

‘Owwww….you bitch!’ Bindi moaned again, claiming ‘real women fight topless!’ to Lexi before she moaned again as Lexi backed her to the corner.

‘No slut’ Lexi corrected Bindi, ‘real women make you earn it first!’ she pointed out as she leaned in to joust with the Indian Princess in a passionate lip lock. This was a battle that Bindi was more than ready for, her tongue duelling hungrily with Lexi’s hands for a moment. Both ladies hands started to grope the other woman’s body as the bout took a brief detour into the sexual side of fighting so early on in the match. It wasn’t totally clear who was getting the better of it either, but Bindi looked confident and perhaps on the verge of steering Lexi into the corner by one of her pigtails before a knee to the belly cut her off. ‘Bitch’ she moaned in unison with the air rushing from her lungs. Lexi smiled, the liplock broken for now, and repaid Bindi with a chop of her own, lashed sharply into Bindi’s bare breasts now. ‘Bitch!’ the Indian woman bemoaned louder this time as she felt the impact of it, and Lexi smiled ‘I know!’ in reply. Then she planted her foot in Bindi’s belly, grabbed her head and fell back to send her up and over in a monkey flip to a landing at the centre of the ring.

Lexi showed her flexibility to roll back now, looking to shift into a pinning position on the Indian woman’s chest, but Bindi was wise to the move. She timed her bridge well so that as Lexi’s but touched down on her, she was immediately rolled off her to the side. Bindi was the one back in control now, and she reacted fast, kicking out to catch Lexi in the body, then introduced her face to the mats following some more use of the pigtails. ‘Oh, I love your hair!’ Bindi mocked her as Lexi clutched at her face for a moment, feeling just the slightest bit woozy. ‘So easy to use against you, you stupid tart!’ she continued to tease, planting a knee in Lexi’s lower back and grabbing both pigtails to wrench her head and chest clear of the mat for a moment. It was a punishing stretch, but one which Lexi’s flexibility helped her to ride out for now, even as she groaned in a degree of discomfort. ‘Why don’t you submit?’ Bindi suggested, clearly happy that she had things under control. ‘No way!’ Lexi replied though, a firmness in her voice as she ruled out any imminent through of submission, and Bindi realised that she needed to soften Lexi up some more, using the hair to introduce her face to the mat again. Lexi was a little groggy, and it showed as Bindi brought her to her feet by the hair and lifted her to body slam her now at the centre of the ring.

Bindi could wrestle, but she also had a wide mean streak that she showed now, delivering a stomp with her heel to Lexi’s lower belly as the New Yorker’s hips rose from the mat a little after the impact of the slam. ‘Gnnnaaahhhh!’ Lexi groaned loudly, a clear sign of the trouble that she was in right now with Bindi in control of this fall. The Indian fighter knew it, knew that she needed to capitalise and grabbed Lexi’s right leg, wrapping it around her own left leg in a toe hold and torqued the foot to put the pressure firmly on the host. Shrewd from Bindi as she worked that hold, knowing that she was troubling Lexi with her wrestling skills, and that If she was allowed to work the hold for long enough, it was going to slow Lexi up as well. She torqued the foot a little more, suggested ‘give up bitch!’ and then yelped in surprise as Lexi got her other foot up quickly to shove her off with a push kick to her breasts. Bindi landed on her butt on the mat, a look of some surprise on her face, and Lexi lunged for her, allowing a catball to ensue for the moment before Bindi regained her senses a little and started to try and slowly exert a degree of control again. Her legs tangled Lexi’s up a little, slowing the momentum of the catball with both on their sides, facing each other. Lexi’s hand pawed at Bindi’s face, looking to push her away that way perhaps, the Indian fighter’s were beneath that tightly fitting cropped shirt, capturing Lexi’s nipples, twisting them harshly.

There was a distinct flash of pain in Lexi’s eyes to accompany the quiet moan that she made as Bindi worked her nipples now. She couldn’t get away, the strong legs of Bindi had enough power to stop her from doing so, and Lexi was in some bother. Jemma and Beth noticed it from their seats away from the ring. It was clear that for the moment at least, Lexi’s exemplary poise under pressure had just deserted her a little. Bindi pressed home the edge she felt that she had too just now, with a slap to the breasts delivered through the shirt and then a backhand to the belly to wind the New Yorker. Filled with confidence then, she hauled Lexi to her feet, lifted her with a degree of ease and then paraded her around the ring as she picked her spot, preparing to body slam her. ‘Get ready slut….this is going to hurt!’ Bindi warned, ominously but pointlessly it turned out; Lexi wriggled out of the move, over the Indian woman’s shoulder, and in a flash she’d reasserted her control of the fight as she trapped Bindi in a sleeper hold.

‘What was that slut?’ Lexi asked now, the last word dripping with disdain as she tightened the hold and then jumped up on to Bindi’s back. She would make the Indian fighter carry her around the ring as she started to take a toll on her with the sleeper. ‘Nighty night princess’ she whispered seductively in to Bindi’s ear, knowing that the close proximity of her mouth to Bindi’s ear and the choking sleeper must surely heighten the effect of the eroticism for Bindi who she knew to be a very sexual fighter. ‘NO!’ Bindi rasped, feeling the restricting effect of the sleeper just creeping in on her. She felt those legs of the New York brunette, strong around her body. Felt the feet pulled back in to her crotch too, aware that each movement Lexi made with them was just starting to turn her on a little. She knew her way out though, she was pretty sure, running Lexi back into the corner to break the hold. But she didn’t break the clutches of the American woman completely. Far from it in fact as Lexi reached a perch on the top turnbuckle and quickly snapped her deceptively powerful legs around the head of Bindi in a figure four head scissors.

‘What the….what are you doing….don’t you fucking…..OWWWW!’ Bindi protested, realising Lexi’s final aim here. She shrieked as the New Yorker revealed her aim and deftly draped herself over the top rope of the ring, perfecting a hand stand on the outside of the ring, still with her scissor hold tight around Bindi’s head. It was a moment of panic for Bindi, the shock of the move perhaps far greater than the actual impact as she shrieked in surprise and then howled ‘I SUBMIT!’ to give Lexi a quick lead in the match. There was a graceful dismount from the move by Lexi who allowed her body to go over the top rope completely now as she released the hold and found her feet there on the apron of the ring. At the same time, Bindi sat against the ropes for a moment, shaking her head at the surprise of it all while Lexi made her way around the outside of the ring before slipping back into her corner of it. Gita showed she had more to offer perhaps as a corner girl than a fighter as she darted into the ring to get Bindi up and to her corner. While Lexi and Kathy spoke calmly in their corner now, and Frankie announced the first submission, Gita surprised those looking in her direction as she animatedly berated Bindi, trying to light a fire under her charge for the second fall during the two minute interval. She would have to win this fall, Gita knew, or she would face the humiliation of a two nil defeat against a woman Bindi felt sure she could handle whatever had happened previously between them.

Tellingly, as Frankie announced the start of the second fall, Gita was still in full flow. While Lexi was confident, knowing that she’d beaten Bindi purely with wrestling in that last fall, the Indian wrestler was fired up once more, but this time with a little more purpose as she spat ‘you’re a cheating bitch!’ at a slightly surprised Lexi.

‘I didn’t cheat’ Lexi protested, ‘don’t be a sore loser Bindi. You’re such a crybaby!’ she told her.

‘You’ll be sore and raw tomorrow when I’m done with you Lexi!’ the Indian taunted, stepping in to rock Lexi with a hard slap to the face. Of course, that was returned with interest by the New Yorker before both women were in to the hair, using both hands there to try and wrestle the other into a corner of the ring. This was a battle within a battle; Bindi evidently the stronger of the two, able to force Lexi’s head back a little more, looking like she could bully Lexi around the ring. In contrast, Lexis’ defence was one of speed and guile, changes of direction thwarting Bindi and her attempts while both maintained their grips of the other’s hair.

‘Bitch!’ Bindi hissed, ‘Slut!’ Lexi countered as each continued to try to force the other back. Then Bindi struck with speed and precision, a backhand delivered low to Lexi’s belly, just above the waistband, to put the New Yorker on to the back foot. Bindi was straight back into the hair then, forcing Lexi back to her corner just above Gita who she winked at as she crashed her body into Lexi’s, feeling the satisfying gasp as air left her lungs a little quicker than Lexi would have liked. Both hands still in the brunette’s hair, body still pinning Lexi to the corner, Bindi started to force her knee, and then her thigh, between Lexi’s legs, making her straddle it in the corner. Of course Bindi started to grind her thigh now, trying to get Lexi turned on as she ragged the New Yorker’s head around b the hair, each sharp tug on Lexi’s brunette locks bringing a light moan of pain from her.

It was a strong opening that continued for Bindi, using the hair now to present Lexi’s face for a stinging slap to the cheek. That it was followed first by a suggestive lick of the side of Lexis’ face then by Bindi suggested that the Indian wrestler had decided sexual tactics were her best method of attack now to at least start unsettling Lexi. She kissed the New Yorker urgently, with a passion that saw Lexi unable to resist kissing her back, her body relaxing just a little as she did so, only to find she was cruelly cut off as Bindi jerked her knee up into Lexi’s crotch.

‘Tart!’ the Indian fighter admonished, pointing out ‘you just want to fuck, you dirty whore!’ before she bunched the hair up on top of Lexi’s head and used the grip to hair mare her out of the corner. Lexi landed in a seated position, legs drumming down on the canvas, and Bindi was fast to follow up, her approximation of a double handed trapezius nerve hold enough to make Lexi cry out in pain as her nails dug into her shoulder effectively. Not effectively enough though for Bindi as she decided the tight cropped shirt that Lexi was wearing was stopping her from really getting the grip that she wanted to punish the New Yorker. She used the hair now, to quickly put Lexi flat on the canvas, got halfway up to drop an elbow, then used a quick pull to tear open the front of Lexi’s T-shirt. ‘Nice tits bitch….looking forward to wrecking them!’ Bindi taunted. She forced Lexi back up to her feet then, wanting to use a series of hair mare throws again to slowly but surely completely dislodge Lexi’s top as it wore her down. That didn’t last long as a strategy though. In fact, it lasted about as long as it took for Lexi to send an elbow back into Bindi’s body to force her off. Not for long Bindi thought, turning to press back on to the attack, only to find Lexi already airborne to deliver a stunningly effective drop kick. Her feet caught Bindi in her bare breasts and dropped the Indian woman to her back on the mat, where she was immediately caught with an elbow drop across the breasts by Lexi who looked once again to be in control of the match. She reeled Bindi into a side headlock now, as she lay across her, a bit of hair pulling used to move her into the hold with Lexi’s now almost completely bare breasts in her face. A partial smother, and one Bindi railed against for the moment as Lexi told her ‘you can’t win princess...I’m going to make you cum like a little whore, then make you submit!’

That forced Bindi to fight against the move a little more as Lexi cranked on the hold effectively, just forcing her face that bit deeper into the smother. Now Bindi’s feet searched for purchase on the canvas of the ring, hoping she could find the grip there to help her bridge and dislodge Lexi. She found the New Yorker lying across her too much to shift, and a wave of desperations came across her. ‘I think you like it you little bitch!’ Lexi taunted Bindi as it started to look like this smother combination might be going to get the job done given the way Bindi’s struggles against the hold seemed to have just subsided a little now. In fact, almost as if she really was enjoying having Lexi’s tits in her face, it seemed like Bindi was trying to bury her face deeper into the smother now, perhaps accepting her fate. It was only the flash of surprise, the moan of ‘you little bitch!’ from Lexi that showed all wasn’t quite as it had seemed. Bindi had indeed been moving her face deeper into Lexi’s breasts, but with intent, not submission, in mind. Having moved Lexi’s torn shirt out of the way with her face, she now had prime position to take a mouthful of Lexi’s left breast, gripping lightly with her teeth so that it wasn’t easy for the New Yorker to get away. Then her tongue went to work on Lexi’s nipple, a couple of swirls of it enough to just start stiffening the nipple up as Lexi moaned ‘mmmmmm’

Her headlock weakened imperceptibly, so that it was as much an embrace around Bindi’s head as a restricting hold, her body relaxed a little and once more, Lexi was in some trouble. Bindi was all business, her tongue working feverishly on Lexi’s nipple to start to just get the New Yorker that bit more turned on, and then in a move to bring a shudder through Lexi’s body, her fingers were inside Lexi’s tartan knickers. It was probably fair to describe Lexi as a sexually resilient fighter, but this was becoming a test for even her resolve now as Bindi’s fingers went to work on her womanhood, while her tongue continued to work leisurely erotic circles around Lexi’s nipple.

‘Ooohhh...fuck’ Lexi whined airily, sensing she was in the exact kind of predicament that she usually liked to impart on her opponents just now. She had little in the way of defence against it right now either. An exploratory pull on the hair now just showed her that Bindi wasn’t relinquishing the mouthful of her left breast without a painful struggle that she had no real desire to engage in just now. Then she felt another surge of pleasure just pass through her body slowly; Bindi may have been a bitch, but she was an effective one Lexi realised. The only approach she could take was to launch her own style of counter attack, and just biting her own lip lightly to counter the pleasure she felt, she broke her own headlock completely. Instead, she put her hands to a different use, slipping one into Bindi’s wrestling panties, searching the Indian fighter’s womanhood with an urgency while her other hand searched for, and found, a nipple to play with of her own. Lexi knew that she was behind the eight ball in this exchange, whether she liked to admit it or not, thanks to Bindi’s expert work. She felt the surging excitement build in her again for a moment as Bindi’s fingers showed that degree of expertise. Face flushed with the effort of resisting, Lexi twisted Bindi’s nipple hard while her fingers played with Bindi’s pussy lips and tugged lightly at her impressive bush now.

‘Oooooyou…….mmmmmm!’ Bindi moaned, her voice quiet but the tone urgent as she felt Lexi’s fingers go back to work inside her, quickly starting to equalise the situation.

‘Ooohhh….OOHHH!’ Lexi cried out as Bindi’s efforts also redoubled now, perhaps just stealing back the initiative once more in this battle. What had started as a match for physical supremacy had perhaps become one of sexual dominance in this part of proceedings.

It was in that context that both women applied the coup de grace to the other almost simultaneously, bringing about a double orgasm as close to being achieved at the same time as made no difference. Bindi whined ‘ooohhhhh shit...no!’ as she felt Lexi’s fingers find the ultimate prize of her clit, which after the lengthy time getting finger fucked by the New Yorker had a pretty instant and devastating effect on her. She screamed out ‘OH FUCK….OOHHH….FUUUUCK YEESSSSS!’ as she was driven into a loud, squirting orgasm that darkened the front of her sky blue wrestling panties by a good couple of shades. Fortunately perhaps for Bindi, she had planned the same approach at more or less the same time, and she too went for the clit. In turn that had been greeted with a loud and very clear gasp of surprise by Lexi. She too had suffered a lengthy period of finger fucking from the Indian fighter. Whether she liked to admit it or not, that had been effective from Bindi too. As the Indian woman worked her clit expertly now, Lexi whined ‘ooohhhhh…..fuck…...bitch…..fuck!’ as she too squirted in orgasm. It may have been less clear from her tartan knickers, but there was no mistaking the flushed faces of both women, their breath coming in short, sharp gasps, as each lay in the centre of the ring, motionless for the moment, trying to gather themselves for the fight to continue. It was evident that whoever came out of this in the best shape help the advantage for the fall, and maybe even the rest of the fight.

Around the ring in that New York apartment, the tension hung n the air. It crackled between Bindi and Lexi, manifesting itself in sexual and physical tension. It was evident in those watching too, the room hushed, breath almost held as they waited to see just who would look like recovering first and taking the edge in the fight.

Bindi looked to have it as her arm seemed to move listlessly from forehead towards the mat. But it was no listless movement; she planted a backhand carefully and accurately in Lexi’s belly to just wind the New Yorker as it slammed home. As Lexi groaned, Bindi took the initiative, grabbing a good handful of brunette hair so that she could peel her from the mat, telling her ‘come on bitch….no so fucking cool about it now are you?’ A slap stung Lexi’s face, half spinning her away from Bindi who grabbed for the hair to bring Lexi back to face her. ‘A real lady wrestler’ Bindi stated confidently, sliding her hand across the front of Lexi’s tartan knickers, smiling at the dampness she felt there, ‘can always fight through having an orgasm in a match. Not melt like a dirty little slut!’ With that, the Indian wrestler lifted Lexi, looking to body slam her as she wanted to show the dominance she perceived she had. As Gita cheered her friend on, and Lexi’s sister Kathy scowled at Bindi’s corner-woman, the surprise suddenly registered on Bindi’s face. She found out that Lexi wasn’t quite as pliant to her plans as she had thought. Lexi slipped out over Bindi’s shoulder, smirked ‘you’re quite right princess...that’s exactly what they do!’, then waist-locked her from behind to lift her and simply drop her on her butt on the mat as she let her go.

There was a howl of indignation from Bindi, though she was fast to try and rise from the mat, only to find herself straight in the clutches of Lexi. A simple front headlock allowed Lexi a degree of control to send a pawing smack to Bindi’s ass, just making sure she groped it just enough to force a moan of protest from the Indian. Then she quickly shifted position and took her back down with a twisting neckbreaker. The move, straight from the world of pro wrestling, was as much a shock as painful for the Indian Princess, although Gita’s shrill protest that it was ‘cheating’ filled the room for a second until, when fixed with a glare from Kathy, her confidence quickly waned. At the same time on the mats, Lexi had skilfully moved on to control Bindi in a different way, sitting on her back and trapping the Indian fighter’s arms with her legs in a lotus lock, so that her face was kissing the mat, while her arms were torqued behind her back.

‘AHHH! You’re breaking my fucking arms!’ Bindi screeched in anguish in the punishing hold.

‘Language Princess!’ Lexi tutted, helpfully suggesting ‘you can always submit if it hurts you know!’

‘FUCK OFF!’ Bindi shot back angrily.

‘Is that a no then your highness?’ Lexi asked quietly, just drawing her feet in slightly to add to the tightness of the hold, but also unwittingly finding herself back in a spot of jeopardy. Bindi was a desperate fighter, trapped in a situation which was potentially going to force her to submit and lose the fight; she bit Lexi’s foot!

‘OWWWW! YOU LITTLE FUCKING BITCH!’ Lexi screeched, cuffing the back of Bindi’s head with a stern slap before scrambling away. As Lexi sat on the canvas clutching at her foot and looking a bit surprised, Bindi smiled smugly and rubbed her own mouth. Although she’d not bit her for long enough or hard enough to do any real damage, Bindi was confident that she’d taken a toll psychologically on the New Yorker. Gone was that cool and confident exterior it appeared, replaced by surprised and probably uncertainty on how to judge Bindi now. ‘You….bit...me!’ she stammered, not even a question, more a straight forward statement of fact.

‘So I did bitch!’ Bindi laughed. It was time to attack she was sure, and her confident approach to Lexi, arm outstretched for her hair showed it. It was also her downfall. Lexi was definitely a bit shocked, but Bindi had still failed to realise that the New Yorker was a woman who recovered her composure from setbacks quickly most times. As Bindi’s hand reached for her hair, Lexi’s head was on the move as the business end of a lunging headbutt to connect with the pit of Bindi’s stomach with some force. The air left the Indian fighter’s lungs in a woosh, her mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ shape of shock as the crown of Lexi’s head struck home.

‘You bit me!’ Lexi stated again, this time bolder. ‘And now I’m going to make you cum again before I finish you off Princess!’ she continued, her hand now in Bindi’s hair to hold her face in place for the stinging rebuke of a slap. The report from that rang through the room just as the impact from it rang through Bindi’s cheek, sending her wheeling away in something of a daze. Lexi was after her now, her poise returning quickly enough as she backed Bindi into the ropes and slashed a chop across her firm breasts, drawing a moan from the Indian fighter’s lips. No sooner had the words floated off her lips that she hissed ‘bitch’ as Lexi repeated the move with a second slashing chop. This time it was followed by a double breast grab from Lexi, a firm squeeze of Bindi’s breasts before she used the double handhold to propel her out to the centre of the ring with a throw.

Bindi landed a little sloppily this time, a sea of arms and legs all hitting the canvas heavily. She was tiring and she’d not taken the landing as well as she might have done earlier in the match; now as she struggled towards her knees, a low drop kick from Lexi floored her again. It was looking like the New Yorker finally had control of what had been a torrid second fall for both ladies. As Bindi rolled to her back, Lexi beat out a tune on her breasts and belly with three heavy handed slaps, then went back to the hair to force Bindi to crawl after her towards the corner of the ring. Lexi had a plan for just how she might finish off Bindi this time, and really make something of a statement for the cameras. First though, with Bindi still on her hands and knees, Lexi went after her wrestling knickers, forcing them down to Bindi’s ankles, but not making that final effort to completely remove them. There would be time for that in due course, but for now Lexi had other plans. She stood over Bindi, her thighs either side of the Indian girls head as she simply dropped, sending Bindi face first in to the mat with Lexi’s butt on the back of her head. That was enough to stun Bindi as Lexi scooted back so that she was seated with her back against the turnbuckles.

‘Come here princess’ Lexi cooed now, reaching to grab Bindi around the waist with both hands. A sharp pull caused Bindi to gasp as she found herself pulled into a position between Lexi’s legs, the back of her head in Lexi’s crotch while her naked ass was up in the air. ‘Hands on the mat princess, you’re going for a ride!’ Lexi commanded her now, before she used that grip to lever Bindi up into an impressive seated inverted bearhug. Bindi’s feet were pointing to the lights, while her wrestling panties hung almost like a flag from one ankle now. Her head was on the mat, partly supported by her own arms, and partly by the strong grasp of her rival Lexi around her waist. Crucially for Bindi, as she desperately replied ‘no!’ to Lexi’s question of if she wanted to submit, her face was positioned away from Lexi’s body making sure she could have no impact on the action with her tongue. That was a fact that suddenly became clear to her as she moaned ‘ooooohhhhh,,,,,you…...bi…..tch!’ as Lexi’s tongue expertly began to search the folds of her womanhood which still throbbed with the aftershocks of her previous orgasm. A dire situation for the Indian fighter improved in absolutely no way by Gita shouting at her ‘GET OUT OF THERE BINDI! SHE’S GOING TO MAKE YOU CUM AGAIN!’

That was very clear to Bindi now as Lexi cinched up on her tight grip around Bindi’s body, just making it that little bit harder for the Indian fighter to catch her breath as the blood rushed towards her head. At the same time, it was Lexi’s work with her tongue that was truly taking Bindi’s breath away now. ‘AIIOOUUUEEEE!’ Bindi whined loudly; she’d heard of spelling out the alphabet on another woman’s pussy before, but as Lexi’s tongue flicked and explored once more, she realised that this talented New Yorker was literally writing an essay! She howled now, pleasure starting to take over only for Lexi to squeeze her hard once more and make pain overtake the pleasure for the Indian once again, at least until her tongue, now working Bindi’s clit sent a deep shudder through her body.

‘And down you go!’ Lexi said now, a little shove letting Bindi fall back to the mat, face down. The Indian woman was feeling the pace now, physically and sexually, as Lexi had been close to wringing a devastating second orgasm from her. She made no attempt to move from that position, and she was defenceless still as Lexi shot a half nelson to roll her to her back. Barely had her shoulders touched the mat than Lexi had dropped onto her in a reverse face sit that saw Bindi trying to bridge, her feet scrabbling at the canvas, looking for a degree of purchase so that she might be able to bridge off the New Yorker. Lexi rode that initial burst of energy out with some ease, having predicted just how Bindi would react to being face sat. Then she widened her own legs, just slightly, making the face sit that little bit heavier as she took the hair ties out of her pig tails, finally letting her hair fall free. That was all part of the plan as she leaned forward, arching her back sexily as she seductively worked her way down Bindi’s naked body. She had plans of course, using her recently released hair to tease the Indian fighter for the moment, as she moved her own head in leisurely circles, allowing her brunette locks to tease the womanhood of Bindi lightly as she did so.

‘Ooohhh….noooo…..noooo!’ Bindi moaned, her voice becoming increasingly shrill at the teasing touch of the irrepressible New Yorker.

‘Want to submit yet?’ Lexi asked her, not waiting for Bindi’s answer before her fingers were inside the womanhood of the Indian fighter, who was already seriously turned on. ‘No-oooohhh!’ she shrieked, voice muffled by Lexi’s ass in her face as the finger fucking started to pick up where the teasing with the hair had left off. ‘Fair enough’ Lexi smiled, her fingers starting to work their magic again inside her opponent while she used her other hand to pull lightly on Bindi’s bush. ‘It’s really nice of you to have this’ Lexi smirked, ‘it gives me something to play with while I’m riding your face Princess!’ she chided. There was no response from Bindi at all, not directly anyway, as she continued to moan and groan in time with Lexi’s fingers, especially when the New Yorker started to work on her clit again. That was rewarded with a surge of pleasure coursing through Bindi’s body, manifesting in almost a tremor as she let out a high pitched whine that Lexi felt reverberate through her own ass more than she actually heard it. She knew that Bindi was close now, both to orgasm and to submission.

Again Lexi spread her own legs a little more, increasing the weight of the smother on Bindi’s face while not missing a beat with her now incessant finger fucking. ‘Honestly Bindi, you’re such a slut. Not even trying to cross your legs and stop me!’ she taunted, knowing the Indian woman to be way too far gone for thoughts of defence now. Bindi’s answer came simply in the form of further groans and moans, then the tell tale whine of ‘I can’t fucking breathe!’

‘Well, why don’t you submit to me again then Princess?’ Lexi suggested quietly.

‘No…...I….ooohhhhh fuck! OHHHHHH! AAAIIIEEEEE!’ Bindi cried out, the orgasm suddenly rushing upon her as the smother simply went to heighten the effect of the pleasure she felt. She squirted on the mat this time as she howled in pleasure, then she panicked as she realised her reserved of oxygen had ticked over to empty as the face sit had taken it’s toll. That last ragged squeal of sexual ecstasy had finished the job. She had simply the choice of submit or pass out, and the problem that the rules had specifically said verbal submissions only. Her hands thrashed at the mat in panic, felt too, as Lexi shifted off her very slightly. ‘Something you wanted to say Bindi?’ she asked, her ass hovering just lightly on the Indian fighter’s face to remind her what might happen if she didn’t submit now.

‘I give!’ Bindi gasped, just pleased to be able to catch half a breath. Any thought of devious skulduggery had been well and truly smothered out of her by Lexi.

‘Oh that’s nice’ Lexi said, dropping back into the face sit for a moment as her fingers kneaded Bindi’s breasts firmly. ‘And your panties?’ Lexi asked. ‘Those are mine now aren’t they!’ she pointed out.

‘Yes….yes! Take them. Please….just get off me!’ Bindi whined weakly.

‘Oh...OK’ Lexi smirked. ‘I thought you were happy down there? It seemed like you were enjoying yourself!’ she laughed as she got off Bindi, snatching the Indian woman’s wrestling panties to brandish above her head as Frankie Angel declared her to be the winner of the main event. Of course, the last word of the broadcast would fall to Lexi who addressed the camera to say ‘Just like Bindi here, we’re done for tonight….but we’ll be back again soon with the second New York Nights pay per view catfight event!’ before the picture faded to black.

The last action of the evening though followed the end of the broadcast with Gita claiming ‘you’re a cheater!’ to Lexi. ‘You don’t fight fair!’ she continued.

‘You shut it….or I’ll shut it for you!’ Gita was told promptly, by Lexi’s sister Kathy. ‘Nobody cheated. There weren’t even enough rules for anyone to cheat you stupid girl!’

‘You watch it’ Gita fired back, her mouth perhaps working quicker than her brain. ‘Or I’ll have to shut you up in the ring!’

‘Let’s do it….right now’ Kathy suggested confidently.

Now there was the doubt in Bindi’s friend for the first time at finding her challenge met so directly. ‘Well, I….errr….I don’t have my fighting clothes with me. Otherwise you’d be in trouble!’ she nodded, perhaps trying to convince herself of the fact with that nod.

‘I don’t need any clothes to beat your ass bitch’ Kathy told Gita, starting to take her own top off. ‘Take them all off and let’s fight!’ she challenged Gita now.

Only now did Bindi, recovering her senses quickly under the circumstance, step in. She wasn’t really interested in defusing the situation as much as she was in at least lengthening the fuse to give more time for Gita to prepare to fight again. ‘She’ll fight you on the next pay per view. In the opening fight’ Bindi said, as Gita looked a little aghast at the prospect suddenly.

‘Can’t wait...see you soon bitch!’ Kathy laughed, more than sure she had enough to deal with Gita!