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Bindi Strikes Out

By Wolfboy

Bindi’s mouth lands her in some trouble

“I don’t know why anyone wants to watch this shit!” Bindi complained, quite loudly as she sat in a bar in the town that was showing, of all things, baseball, on the TV screens. “I mean it’s only fucking rounders with a bigger bat” she continued. “They should show a real sport like cricket. Something India are champions in, just like me in wrestling!” she told Gita as the two nursed their drinks. It was almost as if the two had totally forgotten Bindi’s loss to Jackie which meant that she was no longer a champion, never mind her more recent humiliations at Lexi’s hands.

“Oh I know” Gita agreed. “It’s such a waste of time. I mean, literally nothing interesting ever happens in it” she claimed boldly.

“So boring” Bindi continued. “I mean, where’s the fucking skill level? Even you could probably catch something with one of those big mitts on Gita!” she laughed.

“I know, right!” her friend laughed along.

“So ridiculous” Bindi laughed.

“Will you two shut the fuck up!” a voice came from the very next table, a woman with dark blonde hair turning to look at them. “I’m trying to watch this” she told Bindi and Gita.

“Ooooohhhhh, so you’re the one that watches this crap?” Bindi laughed, “so sorry….you carry on watching your rounders. Don’t mind us” she said. Bindi’s mind had already raced ahead from this verbal confrontation to the point where she was sure she would trounce this American bitch in a bedroom catfight at her apartment a little later on in the evening. She was itching for a fight after her recent troubles. ‘There’s always fucking one” she said to Gita, just loudly enough to make sure that her voice carried. “They’re so easily amused. Not into a real sport like fighting another woman” she pointed out. It was a comment made to her friend, but quite clearly aimed at the woman who sat at the next table.

Joanna seethed as she listened to the banal jibes from the two Indian woman at the next table. She’d just come out to watch the ball game on the last but one evening of her vacation, but her friends had wanted to stay around the hotel. And now she was listening to two loud-mouthed bitches running down the sport she loved. All the way from Pennsylvania for this shit she thought to herself. She turned back to the table and asked them “do we have a problem here? I just want to watch the game, but I think that you want something else?”

Gita looked a bit taken aback at this sudden interjection from Joanna who she had expected would probably just ignore her and Bindi’s snide comments. Bindi smiled though; this had gone just exactly how she had hoped, and now she would spring the next part of her trap.

“Oh no” she smiled, her eyes gleaming as she baited this unsuspecting woman into what she wanted. “No problem” she confirmed, just pausing for a second or two before she closed the trap around her intended prey. “I mean, we both know that I’d beat you in a real ladies pursuit, like catfighting. So you carry on watching the rounders, and just ignore us” she said.

“Oh, you think so do you?” Joanna asked now. The conversation was between her and Bindi as they talked across Gita. “You want a fight do you?” Joanna asked her.

“I want one that’s a test. I’m not sure that’s you…” Bindi taunted in return, making sure she was raising Joanna’s ire to the extent that she could no longer refuse a fight.

“OK….that’s it” Joanna said, rising to the bait. “So where do you want to do this? Just out the back? Is that how it works around here as well?” she demanded of Bindi.

“What do you take me for? Some kind of uncouth streetfighter?” Bindi replied now, sounding genuinely astounded at the mere suggestion. “No, how we do this is that you come to my apartment, and face me in a bedroom catfight” she said. “That’s if you’re woman enough to face me….bitch?” she added, the final bait on the hook perhaps for this fight to happen.

“Lead the way little girl” Joanna said, sounding confident as she got up from her table.

“You might as well wait here Gita” Bindi told her friend as she got up to leave the bar and take Joanna to her apartment to fight. She saw through the confidence in the voice of the American blonde she was sure, and in turn she was confident that she’d be done in a few minutes with her. As both stood together though Gita though that she might just be underestimating the blonde woman. She was maybe an inch or so taller than Bindi and looked a little more than that because of the heels she wore. She was well built for a fighter as well, curvy and solid, looking like she might well outweigh Bindi by ten to fifteen pounds as well. Well, that made her similar in size to Jemma, Gita realised, and Bindi had shown she could handle her well enough in the past she thought as she watched the two leave the bar together.

This was a stony cold walk on a summers evening, the two casting furtive sideways glances at each other, the feeling of dislike between them, not yet acted upon in public. Both were controlled well enough to remain calm in public, but there was little doubt that their fight would happen now. Bindi noted the ease of stride, the way that Joanna seemed to exude confidence as she walked alongside her. Most women would be starting to panic at the prospect of having to fight by now Bindi thought to herself. Well, no problem, when the time came her special skills and style of fighting would be enough to make mincemeat of this American.

Joanna didn’t even need to eye Bindi up. She knew, given that Bindi had been the one to lead this whole thing by challenging her, that the Indian woman must be able to fight. Well, that was fine, because so could she, and she liked a good scrap. This would be a good chance to get back into it; she knew that there was something of a burgeoning catfight scene with titles to be won, and money to be made. Maybe fighting this bitch would get her into to that soon enough. It was a walk that passed quickly, each with their own thoughts, before they arrived at the door to Bindi’s apartment, which the Indian girl unlocked before promptly ushering Joanna inside, away from any prying eyes in the corridor. Joanna walked past Bindi confidently; although something told her that Bindi was a dirty and devious fighter, she also felt that she was one with a strange sense of honour as well and she had no concern of being jumped by her. Now each stood in the lounge area of the apartment, a little distance apart from each other, and Joanna asked Bindi “we’re going to fight in here?”

“No” Bindi told her. “Like I said, a bedroom catfight. We’ll fight in here” she told Joanna as she opened the door to her bedroom.

“Fair enough, I don’t mind beating you up in there instead” Joanna agreed. “Let’s get started then. I intend to be back in that bar before the end of the ball game. I’ll send your girl to come back and look after you when I’m done here” she said, starting towards the open door. Bindi was yet to move though. “You need to know the house rules first, you dumb bitch” she told Joanna.

“Oh of course…” Joanna said, rolling her eyes. “Well go on then...tell me what makes a fight so difference here to anywhere else in the world” she laughed.

“There’s only one rule” Bindi said. “Whatever you wear into that room, I will trash it. So think wisely about what you wear” she told Joanna.

“Fair enough” the blonde agreed. She needed no encouragement to strip down to fight so that there was less for Bindi to rip and tear. Her jeans and sweater were lost along with her shoes until she wore just a red lace thong and a bra that matched. Then she shrugged to herself, and reached behind her back to unfasten the clasp of her bra and remove it. She knew that this bitch was going to go after her clothes given her warning, so why give her more to go after than was strictly necessary. She was ready, and looked across the room to see that Bindi too had taken off almost everything that she’d been wearing so that now she had on just a white G-string and a pair of white hold up stockings. Joanna looked surprised for a moment as she surveyed the impressive black bush that Bindi’s white G-string failed to completely contain. Then she smiled to herself. It was something else to grab a hold of and pull in a fight!

“Ready?” Bindi asked her.

“Ready” Joanna confirmed.

“As soon as you’re in the bedroom we start” Bindi said, leading the way as she nimbly skipped past Joanna, confidence projected by her every movement and expression. The blonde was 35 years old though, a fully grown and confident woman herself, and she’d been in this position before a dozen organised fights, plus a few that were less organised. She wasn’t fazed by the apprehension that she felt, knowing it was natural before any fight. She welcomed it, took a deep breath, and stepped into Bindi’s lair, knowing that as she did so, the Indian wildcat would go straight for her. It was predictable given that she was the one who had wanted this, but still, she launched at Joanna with a pent up fury that came close to overwhelming the blonde in the very opening seconds of action.

Bindi flew at Joanna in a flurry of slaps, her nails dragging at the skin of the blonde American as they landed at least until their bodies smashed together at the foot of the bed. There was a large suede ottoman between the two women and the foot of the king sized bed where Bindi was aiming to steer the action to quickly, knowing that a fight that got there could be ended quickly. The soft mattress made it hard to escape a smothering face pin, the thick duvet on top of it only added to that, and the exemplary face sitting technique of the Indian would only further the predicament. Bindi punched Joanna now, a sharp uppercut to the body landing just below the breast, a blow to just snatch the breath away. At the same time, Bindi went to the hair, welcoming the burning pain she felt in her own scalp as Joanna reciprocated, knowing that the blonde would be feeling the same pain. It had been too long since she’d been in a real catty fight she felt, the matches with Lexi that had gone against her erased from her memory in that respect. She tried to steer Joanna by the hair now towards that ottoman, hoping to steer her onto there, but finding for the first time that the blonde was strong and tough to move even with the good grip of the hair that Bindi held. No concern for the Indian woman though who slapped Joanna’s face hard now, knowing that would sting the American. At the same time, she felt the dull thud of Joanna’s knuckles landing on her body for the first time, just testing her own resolve for the first time in the fight. Well that was OK; Bindi delivered a kick to Joanna’s thigh and tried for a knee to the body that didn’t land all that effectively, but still drew a quiet groan from the blonde.

“Come on bitch, fight!” Bindi chided, going for a punch to the body now as she felt Joanna’s grip tighten on her hair, wrenching her head to the side for the first time as she resisted the attempts of the Indian fighter to move her. Another punch landed from Joanna, hard, into the ribs of Bindi, just making the Indian fighter gasp a little although she fired back quickly to sting Joanna with a slap to the face. “Come here!” Bindi demanded now, using a sharp pull of the hair to try and wrench Joanna down and towards the bed a little more. In that position, the American woman was vulnerable to two heavy slaps up into her breasts, swung with some venom by Bindi, but Joanna still set her feet, knowing that Bindi wanted to get her on to that soft bed so that she could pin her down and work her over. It didn’t take a genius to fathom out that it would be hard to shift her on that soft surface; it was far from Joanna’s first experience of a similar fight environment. Instead, she kicked out now, surprising Bindi with a sharp and well placed kick to the inside of the thigh. Bindi yelped, took a right hand uppercut to the body from Joanna, and was suddenly surprised to find the American pressing forward, both hands around her waist as she pushed Bindi back on to the ottoman.

Now the Indian fighter had to show her poise, and did so, switching her grip to capture Joanna in something of a front headlock as she prevented herself from getting pushed to her back on the ottoman. “Bitch!” Joanna rasped, feeling that tight grip that Bindi had around her neck, groaning as she felt the Indian fighter tighten it too. Bindi smiled, even as she felt Joanna reach for her hair again with a degree of desperation she was sure. This was a move that would quickly find out an inexperienced fighter; instead of rising panic, she felt the blonde testing the grip before she sent a right hand into Bindi’s stomach though. Bindi groaned now, as her headlock weakened for a moment, but then she doubled down on the move, tightening it again, still convinced it was the hold to put Joanna in trouble. “Fucking choking me!” Joanna protested. It was a statement of fact though, rather than anything more, but Bindi read it as the whine of a woman in trouble. “Submit then, you weak American bitc…...ooofff!” she groaned as Joanna’s right hand found her belly once more and this time the headlock was broken while Bindi gasped for air. The second punch had landed with a degree more force than the first one, which had been little more than a rangefinder it seemed, and free of Bindi’s grasp for the first time since the action began, it was the blonde American who went on to the attack.

She could wrestle, but right now, Joanna looked to put her mark on the fight for the first time, surprising Bindi with a grab of her ponytail, using that to wrench her up off the ottoman and straight on to a knee to the belly. Good tactics from Joanna to keep Bindi winded as she continued the attack, wrenching Bindi’s white G-string into a deep wedgie with both hands now, a move that saw the Indian girl howl in indignation as she went up on to her tiptoes to try and escape the worst of it. Bindi slapped furiously at Joanna’s arms, trying to force them off her G-string to stop the wedgie, then when that failed, she slapped Joanna’s face hard, grabbing her cheek and nose as the slap landed. “Fucking bitch” Joanna moaned and her hands did come off Bindi’s G-string which remained wedged between her butt cheeks and in her pussy as Joanna switched up to trap her in a bearhug. That showed up another thing about Joanna’s style, though in pain, Bindi was slow to realise it perhaps. The blonde American was capable in using some pro wrestling mixed in with her fighting to make her a real dual threat. Her hands leaving Joanna’s face to go to her own in a show of pain from the rib cracking bearhug though, Bindi hadn’t spotted it. “Owwww!” she moaned loudly at finding herself just picked off her feet by the strong blonde, in the bearhug, as she felt Joanna’s clasped hands grinding into her back.

“PUT ME DOWN!” Bindi cried out, her hands now going to Joanna’s blonde hair at the same time.

“Sure” Joanna laughed and then did just that, putting Bindi down into a pussy pounding atomic drop, one leg either side of her own outstretched leg. Bindi’s eyes rolled in their sockets as she groaned loudly in pain, her legs turned to jelly for a moment by that move, and Joanna gave her a shove to the chest, so that she ended up sat back on the edge of the ottoman again. This time though she was only there briefly as Joanna snatched her up from it, and with an easy authority, lifted and body slammed the Indian girl on her own carpeted floor. The pained groan from Bindi increased as her mind told her that not since Jemma had handled her here had she found herself in such trouble in her own bedroom. The carpeted floor offered her no protection against the slam, and instead her hips rose from the floor as she looked to ease the pain she felt, only to be flattened again as Joanna raised her barefoot and cruelly stomped her in the belly. That crushed the air from Bindi’s lungs as she gagged and tried to roll clear, knowing for sure that she was in big trouble now. And Joanna simply stalked her carefully as she rolled, timing it perfectly to deliver another heavy stomp to punish Bindi further as soon as she stopped rolling. Bindi moaned loudly, and the blonde American leaned over her, grabbed her brunette hair, and raised her head up to slap her face hard before starting to lecture her.

“You bit off more than you could chew you loud mouthed little bitch! Thought you were tough and now you’re getting beaten up” Joanna admonished her. Bindi plunged her nails into Joanna’s right calf, her only form of response, but a painful one nevertheless, earning her another stinging slap to the face. “You’ll pay for that bitch!” Joanna told Bindi now, pushing her flat to the floor again and aiming a third stomp to the body. This time, the Indian fighter was waiting on it though, partly blocking it with her hands. More crucially though, she was able to capture Joanna’s foot in something of an ankle lock which she used to twist her to the floor on her knees, with the aid of a kick pushed out at her standing foot. On her hands and knees with her back to Bindi, the American felt rather than saw Bindi’s foot push to her butt to knock her to her front now, and the Indian girl worked on the ankle, determined to now let this sudden lifeline in the fight go. Joanna gritted her teeth against the sudden pain, caused by the quick turn around in fortunes in the fight as Bindi grapevined her leg for the moment now, and tried to work her foot into Joanna’s crotch to add to her problems. That was largely ineffective beyond serving as a distraction to the American, but Bindi had her well trapped just for now as she set about testing Joanna’s pain threshold.

“What were you saying about paying for it?” Bindi taunted now, jerking her foot in Joanna’s crotch to make sure that the blonde realised her red lace thong offered her very little in the way of protection. For now at least, Bindi didn’t have the leverage to press home that part of the attack with any great effect, but she drew a loud groan f pain from Joanna who was clearly hurting under her impressive ankle lock. “You’d better get ready to give up” she told the blonde now. “I’m way too much for you!” she emphasised, twisting her foot again as she said it. It was accompanied by another long groan of pain from Joanna, frustration growing in the American as she had allowed herself to get trapped her by the crafty Indian fighter. She had no quit in her though, not having come here to lose to the bitch who had disrupted her chance to watch the ball game in peace. She knew she probably had one shot at escape left in her, and she needed to time it right. “I…..I…” she whined, almost as if she was about to admit her defeat to Bindi.

“You….you...what? Spit it out bitch!” Bindi demanded harshly, leaning forward slightly to hear the blonde’s answer, convinced that it was going to be an admission of submission. Instead, she took a perfectly times back kick from Joanna’s free leg that pancaked her right breast as it knocked her to her back for a moment. Crucially, the ankle lock was broken, allowing Joanna to scramble free as Bindi scrambled back to her feet. Joanna got up too, but she was clearly favouring her left leg, hobbling on it as a result of Bindi’s painful submission hold. The Indian fighter smiled, and moved in with a degree of caution still, despite recognising the signs of a bout nearing a finish. Joanna was hurt; she’d corner her prey now, and then have her fun with her. She watched the blonde’s eyes as she slowly closed in on her, walking her down until her back touched the wall and she realised that there was nowhere to go. Bindi laughed, confident, sure of herself, and still watching Joanna’s eyes closely, never saw a hint of the kick that arced across the distance between them and slammed into to the pit of her stomach.

Bindi was doubled forward instantly by that hard kick as it landed, and it presented her perfectly for another hard blow, this time with a knee lift to flatten her breasts as it took her off her feet. Flat on her back on her bedroom floor, Bindi had barely had time to register just how much the wind had been knocked out of her before Joanna upped the ante on that front with a third cruel stomp to the belly. Bindi gasped loudly, then her breath came in short sharp gasps, as she tried to recover, and Joanna got into her hair to slowly force the ailing Indian girl to get to her knees, then to her feet. There was little resistance as she lifted Bindi as if to slam her, but although Bindi screamed in anguish, anticipating the painful landing, it came in the form of a landing across the outstretched thigh of the American woman in a back breaker. A double fisted blow landed now, right in the gut before Bindi was forced off Joanna’s knee to the floor with a shove, finding the landing heavy enough still from that lower height. This time, the stomp landed in her lower back, as Bindi belatedly realised she was up against a woman who loved to kick her, and hard at that. She tried to crawl for the door, only to find that she was restrained as Joanna grabbed the back of her white G-string, twisting it once around her hand. She allowed Bindi to struggle against that for a moment, realising that each movement only tightened the wedgie Bindi was feeling. Then she cruelly ripped the G-String from her body, throwing it on to the bed, well out of the reach of the Indian woman. No longer restrained by her own minimal attire, Bindi started to crawl again, only to find another heavy stomp to the lower back arresting her progress quickly.

Now Joanna dropped down quickly to straddle Bindi’s back, pulling her arms across her knees to start the process of trapping her in a camel clutch. Bindi tried to dip her head low to avoid getting pulled back into the hold only to find that her brunette hair offered Joanna a quick and easy way of completing the hold. Her head was wrenched back, Joanna’s hands clasped her chin one at a time until she was cupping it and pulling her back painfully by it, and Bindi found that she was in a world of pain. “OWWWW….GET OFF ME!” she shouted out angrily.

“Why? Do you submit then?” Joanna asked her sternly now.

“NO! FUCK OFF!” Bindi shouted at her, then she howled in pain again as Joanna pulled back that bit further, before securing that position with a handful of hair for a moment so that she could slap at Bindi’s face.

“You’ll submit to me soon enough!” Joanna admonished the Indian fighter and then she showed an impressive flexibility to cross her ankles and also scissor Bindi’s body. It came at the cost of losing control of Bindi’s left arm, but it barely mattered, the crushing body scissors adding to the effect of the camel clutch. It had become a camel crush instead, and it was more than Bindi could take for today. “Please stop! I give up!” she cried out.

“Thought you would...might want to think about it before you run your fucking mouth again you little cunt!” she told Bindi, holding her hair to slap her face once more. Then she released Bindi, and pulled her stockings off to leave her there, face down on her own bedroom floor while she got herself dressed quickly to leave. Before she did, she looked back through the door to see that Bindi still hadn’t moved far from where she’d left her. She prodded her in the ribs with the toe of her right foot, now wearing her shoe, to roll Bindi to her back so that she could see the flare of anger in the Indian’s eyes as she was forced to look up at her. “I’ll send your bitch back to sort you out….unless you want some more?” Joanna challenged Bindi.

“No….no” Bindi replied quickly. “You win...please leave me alone”.

“I will, but you just remember today, bitch!” Joanna told her, and then she slowly walked out of Bindi’s apartment, finding that she really had a taste for fighting again. Bindi had mentioned that she was some sort of champion hadn’t she? Well maybe it was just something she’d need to have a look into herself. After all, if Bindi was a champion, and she’d beaten her comfortably, then what was to stop her from trying?