A violent throw-down [Unilife]

Aoko grit her teeth soon enough and then chose to bite down on her bottom lip, trying to refrain any more yells of pain to escape her mouth as she backed up...but Ayami stayed on her and kept the painful clawholds on her tits going...finally though! Aoko managed to free herself, but it only got the actress a hard punch to her tit, causing one of Aoko's hands to move off of her opponents wrists and over her tit to hold the aching breast as air left her lung....

Even more left her lung and a few drops of spittle as an awkward kick came up into her abs, causing Aoko to stumble backwards and gasp out...she coughed out a second before rising up to her feet and glaring at Ayami as she panted out.

" Ow...n-now you've done!" Aoko let out as she would try and move in at Ayami, more cautiously this time. Trying to close the distance and then use one of her strongest point. Her amazing legs and her incredible kicking power. Trying to drive a solid roudhouse kick into Ayami's hips to cause the girl to stagger before trying to follow it up by a quick stomping kick down onto Ayami's knee to try and force the woman to drop down onto her other knee!

Ayami had come out of that first exchange on top, and every fiber of her being was gloating about it. "Can't fight, can't act." She coo'ed out in a mocking manner. "Can't fight, Can't act," she repeated to a clearly fuming and visible hurt Aoko. "I'm just so sorry you sucked this bad, princess. I expected mediocrity, but you still managed to go below and under expectation."

Ayami moved in just as Aoko did, but unlike her opponent, she did so boldly. She had no respect for her opponent could do to her. Why should she? She came out of that scuffle with a slap and nothing more - and it cost her. The roundhouse kick, fast as a whip, caught her in the side, sending her staggering from the hard impact, her footing lost in the heat of the painful movement. Whatever attempt at recovery was lost when Aoko lifted up her leg and smashed it down HARD onto Ayami's left knee, wrenching a scream of pain out of her and sending her down onto her other knee.

She lifted her head up just in time to see what Aoko was doing next.

Aoko glared at Ayami as the woman kept taunting her...the brunette went in and hit her foe with two powerful kicks, utilizing her powerful legs to their true use as she knocked the pinked haired girl down onto her knee and watched her look up at her...

Aoko had already prepared for that though, pulling her arm back and sending it upwards in an arc, aimed straight for Ayumi's pretty chin in an attempt to hit the downed girl with a hard uppercut and send her falling backwards down onto the mat!

If Ayumi went down onto her back after the uppercut the actress would try and step up to Ayumi's side and place her bare foot firmly down on Ayumi's less generous chest to pin her down to the ground. " What was that about not being able to fight ?! You better watch your mouth you troll! "

The uppercut caught her on the chin, and for the second time in the last 5 seconds, Ayami screamed again. Spittle flew from her mouth as her head snapped back and what little power in her legs supporting her collapsed under her. She fell unceremoniously onto her back. Despite the ringing pain in her head and the soreness coursing through her hip and her leg, Ayami attempted to rise back up...only for a foot to force her back down.

Aoko's foot. On her chest. Holding her down as a queen did her lesser.

The nerve of that bitch. The fuckin' nerve.

She jerked and she struggled, but Aoko's foot held firm. Oh no no no, she wasn't getting away with this. That bitch was not pulling this kinda stunt on her and getting away with it. She screamed up at Aoko like a rabid animal, protesting her position with ever more violent jerking and screaming.

"Get off me, you slut!"

Aoko made sure to shrug her shoulders and give the camera a quick glance as she pressed her foot down harder against the struggling pink haired girl...not long after though did Aoko raise her foot when Ayami shouted out like she did. Looking to stomp her foot down against her chest and take the air out of the woman's lungs.

Only so she could try and move down and grab a handful of hair and yank the woman up to her feet, trying to wrap her hand around that hair yet again as she would try and drag and rush off with Ayami with a grip on her hair and try and toss her in mid run, right at the couch in the living room with as much force as the actress could muster.

"You're going to wish you were never born, you fuckin' whore! Get. The Fuck. Of-AHHHHHHHHHH." Again, she would muse a little later in a quieter part of this fight, she would have to edit that horrible, pitiful yelp of pain out. Aoko's raised stomp took the air and her dignity out of her bust, and Ayami silently promised herself she would inflict the damage back tenfold.

But for now, she was at Aoko's mercy. Dazed, groggy, her hands undecided on whether they wanted to clutch her throbbing chest or try to pry off the foot off.

What happened next felt like an expert bowler sending a bowling ball down the lane. Despite herself, Ayami managed to twist her body partway through the toss, slamming into the couch back first rather than smashing her face into the soft fabric. And so there she was, her hands draped around the couch like a piece of meat, her eyes half-lidded in pain and glaring at Aoko, her taut stomach glistening with sweat, her chest heaving up and down.

In three words: Not going well

Aoko extened her hand to her side and walked up to Ayami, stopping by the camera and giving it a light wink. " We'll see how badly you will regret this fight when I'm done with you!" Aoko shouted out as she would make her way off towards Ayami, looking to come in and raise her leg up high into the air.

That deadly long limb which would soon come down as Aoko attempted to drive her heel into Ayami's gut for a nasty axe kick! Looking to take as much fight if not all the fight out of Ayami for the time being with a hell of a nasty attack, before backing off a step if she hit and placing her hands on her hips. Puffing out her chest a bit in pride of having soundly taken care of Ayami...or maybe so she just thought.

It was only now that Ayami really noticed all the little gestures that Aoko was sending the camera's way. Some part of her -a reasonable part of her- knew that it was not only futile, but utterly dumb to out-screen an actress. She acknowledged the rest of the earlier gestures, sure, but in the heat of battle they were easily forgotten, easily discarded from her knowledge. But that wink? That wink set something burning inside her, and Aoko was going to get tossed into the fire.

The axe kick rose, hit its zenith, and came down hard into Ayami's beautiful belly with a resounding thwack. Ayami didn't even utter a sound this time. Not a scream nor a whimper of pain. Her head went low, as if unconscious, and her eyes were hidden under pink bangs.

And just as Aoko's leg was retreating back, Ayami grabbed her ankle, suddenly and violent, with both arms.

She pulled her all the way in at that odd angle, screaming all the way, before smashing her right shoulder into Aoko's belly.

Aoko smirked as she drove her heel right into Ayami's belly, she figured this Internet troll of a bitch would be done now and move her foot away, pulling back and getting ready to grab a hold of the woman soon and toss her out of her home. However, as Aoko was pulling her leg away...she was surprised to have it grabbed by the woman!

" Ah?!" Aoko yelped in surprise as then Ayami jumped up and drove her shoulder right into Aoko's belly for a makeshift spear, sending Aoko crashing down onto her back right on her coffee table. Coughing out as her arms went up to hug her stomach and she tried to arch her back off of the table, gasping in pain...trying to roll off of the wooden structure...

Matching Aoko's own actions from the couch, Ayami was hugging her own belly from the couch, breathing hard and heavy from all the pain. They stayed like this for a few seconds, both girls just barely a feet apart, suffering from the same injuries, injuries that left them unable to act on the violence they so desperately wanted to visit on the other.

It was Ayami that rose first. She stood slowly and unsteadily, her earlier knee injury not forgotten. Still with one hand pressed to her bruised stomach, she would...she didn't even want to try something fancy or even secure. In that moment, she simply wanted to apply as much pain as possible to Aoko. She leaned down towards the gasping Aoko, pressing her forehead into Aoko's as much for support as it was to stare into her foe's eyes, and put her free hand to Aoko's taut belly, pushing her hand aside just enough for her own to cover sufficient surface area. She found enough flesh to grip...

And applied a clawhold. She sunk her nails into Aoko's tummy and pressed into her hard and without mercy.

If Aoko wanted a contest of bellies, she was going to have her wish.