Alison Leaper vs. Airi Shijima - A Backstage Battle

Dragging Alison back out into the hallway, inadvertently but hilariously bashing her skull on the door on the way out, Airi had to take a step back and laugh a little while the maid struggled to get back to her feet. "Ahahaha... Oh man, I didn't mean to do that, but...!"

Even if the brunette hardly seemed like a threat any more, the orange-haired girl still knew she couldn't mess around too much, just in case. This could be her first win here at the AFW as long as she didn't screw anything up. Reaching down and grabbing Alison by the hair, Airi would drag her up to her feet and prop her up against the wall.

As soon as she had the brunette secured enough, she would let go and quick wind up for a backhand chop across Alison's chest! "Hah!"

Airi grabbed Alison by the hair, and all Alison could think to do was whimper like a pathetic animal in pain. Which she technically was.

Airi kindly let Alison lean against the wall, setting her on her not-so-steady feet for a few moments before winding back for another attack. Alison caught a painful chop right in the not-entirely-existent cleavage just before her legs gave way and she slumped down against the wall, looking up at her opponent.

"Uuhh... i-is... t-that the b-best you got, b-bitch?"

Stupid, why'd you go and say that?!

Airi was very, very familiar with false bravado and knew it when she saw it. However, given her rather humiliating losses so far, the orange-haired girl wasn't feeling all that charitable. Faced with someone even weaker than her, she couldn't resist the urge to take out some stress.

However... What was she going to do?

She certainly wouldn't want to try smother out the girl like Lotte did to her, nor did she really wanna go Da Xia psycho and destroy her tits and pussy. Still, she couldn't just do nothing! Bending over, she grabbed Alison by the hair with both hands and yanked the girl up to her feet and into a side headlock.

"Oh yeah? I'm just getting started!" Airi tried to sound a little tough herself there, even though she had no idea what to do. Glancing from left to right, she just started to shuffle backwards towards one of the other doors, dragging Alison along with her.

Alison needed to learn when to hold her tongue. As it was, Airi could do a hundred horrible things to her right now. And Airi was about to make one of those horrible things a reality for her.

Yanked up by her short brown hair, Alison was forced to stand up, her neck tucked firmly under Airi's armpit, making it a bit harder - not impossible - to breathe... come to think about it, the orange girl smelled kinda nic- Not the time for that!

Airi dragged Alison along, the two girls shambling backwards like an awkward drunken centaur. "W-where are we going..?"

"Right here!" Airi proclaimed as she kicked open a door, leading right to... an empty waiting room. Between the couches and cushy arm chairs, it hardly seemed like a good place for a fight, but it sure as hell was an improvement over a public restroom.

Dragging Alison over towards the coffee table, the orange-haired girl attempted to slip and arm between the girl's legs and scoop her up before slamming her down onto the hard wooden table.

The new setting seemed to be... a cushy smoking room. How odd to have one in the middle of a non descript hallway.

Alison wouldn't be worrying about anything like that however, the immediate concern was Airi. Ari wasted a lot of time and energy just dragging them over, but... Aliso was still weaker than her.

Even so, this wold be the best opportunity she would get right now. And once Airi grabbed Alison (by sliding a hand under her crotch!), the brunette would try to avoid her fate by shooting her forearm up to Airi's chin!

Airi wasn't really sure if she could manage it, but Alison seemed pretty light, so it probably wasn't too hard. Or it wouldn't have been, if the maid didn't suddenly fight back out of nowhere, bashing her arm right under the orange-haired girl's chin!

"Ghhhk...!" Her head snapping backwards, Airi stumbled along with it, all the way over to a nearby couch. Falling over safely onto the cushions, the orange-haired girl laid sprawled out across the couch, rubbing her chin with one hand. "Jeez, that smarts..."

Alison's forearm smashed into Airi, and she'd be quite satisfied with the attack, even though the brunette would fall on her back without Airi holding her up.

She got back to her feet as quick as her still spinning head would let her. "T-that's nothing... t-there's a lot more of that coming!" Alison did her best to sound like an actual opponent as she awkwardly stomped over to the couch.

Taking another deep breath before attacking again, Alison would throw herself onto Airi, her "attack" more or less boiling down to hoping her knee or elbow would connect with some weak spot on her way down.

Airi's eyes widened as the maid practically flung herself at her while she was laying out on the couch.  Unsure of exactly where the girl was going to land, she instinctively covered her face, but unfortunately left some of her more vulnerable places open.

Having foolishly left her legs open, the orange-haired girl screamed as Alison's knee landed squarely on her crotch.  "AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"  Writhing in pain, while a maid was most likely squirming on top of her, Airi remained trapped and sprawled out across the couch, completely vulnerable.

Alison didn't see exactly where she'd landed... but Airi's shrill scream told Alison exactly what had happened. She couldn't bring herself to feel all too bad about it though: Airi had no qualms of kicking her in the cunt earlier, after all.

Even so, she couldn't bring herself to just repeatedly knee Airi in the cooch... she wanted to win, but.. not that badly. "Haah... sh-shut up, ya crybaby!" Alison half-commanded half-stuttered, repositioning herself to be sitting upright on Airi's stomach, grabbing a handful of that fiery hair and handing her a series of (not-all-that) hard slaps across the face.