A violent throw-down [Unilife]

Aoko had been mostly chilling at home for the day and spent it watching some movies, taking a break from training, wrestling and acting for the weekend. However, there was one thing that had annoyed her. As she checked her phone a little while ago she had seen a tweet from some girl who seemed to be named Ayami. She had in essence called Aoko a shitty wrestler and told her to go back to just doing movies, called into question her entire ability to even fight. Aoko had in a fit of annoyance made an impulse re-tweet back to this girl, it wasn't the best choice she had ever done...but she had basically said something along the lines of. 'oh yeah ? I dare you to say that to my face.'

It wasn't the most elegant approach to it and already the tweet was trending. From what she got to learn from some other tweets to follow that, comments and such...it seemed as if Ayami was also a wrestler of AFW? Aoko figured that it would lead to a match or something, it was probably nothing she had to think about before Monday came rolling around.

The beautiful brunette wore a tank top and a pair of jeans at the moment, she was barefoot and her hair was mostly unkempt today. She had given it a quick brush when she woke up but it wasn't done up in any particular way or in any careful manner. She move up from her couch and stretched herself out, looking to move towards the kitchen to make herself a snack as she had just finished watching latest One Piece movie.

Though soon enough there was someone who knocked on her door...Aoko went to open the door and when she did she saw a pretty young girl...." Uh Hello ?"

Pink haired, with a knotted green shirt that displayed her flat, taut midriff, and a pair of matching pants, the delivery girl looked more like a porno's version of what an actual service staff looked like. Sadly, with the AFW headquarters so close to the area, this was far from the weirdest thing that would happen within an above-average day. She got the smile down though, all easy sunshine and professional service, and she gave Aoko a little, brief wave before the hand went back to supporting what looked like a heavy package.

"Hey! Package for one Aoko," She squinted at the package. "Aoko Rackheart? Aoko Reckless? I'm really sorry," she said, giving a brief bow of apology. "I left my reading glasses back in the van. So many deliveries, so little time," she let out a quick, uneasy chuckle that said 'don't report me for messing up your name'. "Ah, Aoko Reinhart, yes? Can I confirm that this is the residence of Aoko Reinhart. I have a package for her, yes, yes, yes." Her frame was all energy, all uncontained excitement as if she had drank a whole bottle of coffee.

Aoko blinked a bit as she looked on at the cute pink haired girl in the delivery outfit...though she twitched her eye a bit visibly as the woman started to get her name so wrong that it felt as if she was being mocked. She figured that the woman just wasn't a fan of hers or something. No matter. " Ah yeah, I'm Aoko Reinhardt." The actress said as she would nod her head, placing her hands on her hips as she looked on at the cute girl.

" I haven't really ordered a package though, do you know what this is ?" Aoko said as she would offer to take the package from the girl, since it looked as if it was quite the heavy package and she was quite slender. " You need some help with that ?"

"As a matter of fact," The delivery girl said so sweetly, so reasonably, as she suddenly swung the heavy-looking package SMACK into Aoko's lovely, made-for-the-silver-screen face, sending her down, down, down to the ground. "I do know exactly what it is, and I do need your help this fine day because, you see, we're doing an educational PSA today, Aoko, and you're going to be the star."

Whistling a little tune, imposter delivery girl Ayami stepped over Aoko's prone, package-whamped form, the package under her left arm. She opened it up, and out came an expensive-looking camera and a tripod. It took but a solid minute to set the whole thing up and positioned in a spot that could take in the entire living room.

"Testing, testing. Hello?" Ayami waved a hand straight in front of the camera. "Okay, good, good. We're on schedule." She stepped back from the camera, allowing it to take in everything: Ayami's beaming face, the fallen Aoko, and the living room that was about to be turned into a battleground. "Today," Ayami said, gesturing at Aoko. "We are going to talk about the perils that come with the complacency of internet anonymity. You see, this woman over here? She's called Aoko. You might know her if you watch children's television. She told me, on the hallowed grounds of twitter, I quote "fuckin' coward cum n face mi bitch ur gna die alone fuckin troll' or something on those lines. It was naaaasty." She pouted a little, drawing a little finger down her cheek like a falling stream of tears. "She's a wrestler - or at least she thinks she is. Well, I'm here now and I could trash her into the dirt and go away, but I like to give the prey a fair chance- I THINK OUR STAR IS STIRRING? AOKO, DO YOU HAVE ANY COMMENTS TO MAKE?"

Aoko looked on at the cute young girl as she then saw the package come down for her head, smacking her right in the face and sending her right back down with a thud on her back. The Delivery girl stepped over her body and moved away as Aoko remained on her back, her hands moving up towards her face and nursing it as she groaned and weakly kicked her right foot down on the ground....

The pink-haired girl started to talk after a minute or so and Aoko turned her head towards her, seeing the camera and hearing what the woman was saying. The actress started to push herself up towards her feet, using the wall behind her to help her get up towards her feet. " Ugh...Y-yeah, I said...' I dare you to say that to my face'. " The actress huffed out in anger as she would step away from the wall and make her way towards Ayami.

Trying to close the distance between them and charge at Ayami, looking to grab a hold of the woman by her pink hair and both hands and try to pull and yank the woman down to the floor! The young Aoko Reinhardt was pretty damn angry at this bitch, she invaded her home, hit her with a fucking big ass camera and now was talking shit...there was no way Aoko was going to let that slide!

"Dare accepted, Aoko." Ayami said, turning back to the camera, everything about her face and body language suggesting that Christmas had come early. "You can't wrestle. You can't strike. I saw that one fight you had with that Lakota chick? That was a pity draw, and she ain't all that good either. Frankly, you can't even act, princess. I think the most charitable thing a reviewer has such about your acting chops was that they were 'masterfully minimalistic', which translates to 'whew, at least she's pretty. If I were you, I would-"

What Ayami would do was lost to the howl of pain that replaced those words as Aoko came up from behind and yanked Ayami by her pink hair. Her delivery cap was the first casualty, flying off as Aoko's cat claws found their way into her locks. Caught by surprise, Ayami would flail wildly from her disadvantaged position, trying to twist and slap and scratch wildly at Aoko even as they tumbled down to the hard ground below.

Aoko didn't care to listen to Ayami's words...even if the girl's words were just making her more angry she was too pissed off to respond. Moving right in and taking a hold of the pink haired girl, Aoko started to wrestle her down by a grip on her hair, yanking her down towards the floor as the young girl was slapping and scratching at the bustier woman.

The actress would try and struggle them down towards the floor and on top of Ayami, trying to straddle the woman's taut midsection and let go of her hair with one hand, keeping her hold with the other as she even twisted her hand around to try and get a good firm hold with the air now wrapped around her hand!

Her free hand then shot out, looking to send as hard a slap as she could to Ayami's face! Looking to knock some sense into the young woman. " Oh shut up! Talk about a jealous Internet troll! " Aoko let out as she glanced over towards the camera.

Her PSA was off to a terrible, terrible start. Ayami was going to do a whole lot of editing to make this part of the match look slightly less humiliating than she felt. In a matter of moments, Aoko had wrestled her down, taken the top, grabbed her by the hair and jerked her head up just right for a painful slap to send her head snapping to the side - all the more painful because the hair was being pulled in the other direction.

"You mad, sis?" Win or lose, top or bottom, whole or hurt, Ayami had a pathological need to push the smack talk. If she was winning, hey, great. If she was losing? At least she was rubbing defiance in the face of her so-called betters.

Her hands were free, at least...and they darted up to Aoko's busty chest, clamping down on each breast with a hard, vindictive grip. With a howl, she squeezed and squeezed and squeezed with all her strength.

Aoko clicked her tongue in annoyance as she heard that comment from Ayami, about to pull back her hand yet again and throw it down as another hard slap...but before she could managed to do so Ayami's hands shot up and grabbed a hold of Aoko's breast, firmly squeezing on those tits and painful clawholds!

" Aaaagh!!!" Aoko howled out in pain, her hands moved up to Ayami's wrists and hands, trying to force them off of her tits as she started to try and rise herself up to her feet and start to back away from Ayami, trying to pull those arms away from her....the pain was starting to cause Aoko's eyes to tear up a bit as her sensitive busty chest was being tortured by the pink haired cutie.

"That's a more convincing yelp of pain than anything you've done in the choreographic failures you call movie fight scenes!" Ayami shouted up at her opponent, savoring the pain of soft, tender fleshy orbs crushed under her clawhold. Even as Aoko tried to pry her hands away, tried to back up and regather her strength, Ayami stayed the course. She rose with Aoko, albeit awkwardly due to her position on her back, determined to maintain the claw grip all the way up. She lost hold one breast, her hand slipping away...but that only made her all the more determined to punish the other breast.

Now both standing, Ayami would release her remaining claw grip...only to send a punch over to the injured breast. At the same time, she would attempt to send an awkward kick to Aoko's tummy, trying to get her to release her wrist holds and put some distance between them.