A violent throw-down [Unilife]

"Nnngh!" Aoko winced out as she felt the weight of Ayami land on her as the forehead of the pink haired girl pressed down against her...not a second later did the hand of Ayami go onto her belly, right underneath where her tank top ended and then those fingers started to dig into her abs. The actress gasped, her legs kicking on either side of Ayami as her hand moved up to try and pull that clawing hand off of her....

Her pained eyes looked up into the eyes of the pretty pink haired girl as she would try and move her other hand up to Ayami's hair, looking to take a firm hold of it by the back of her head and try to pull or force Ayami off of her!

"G-get off...!"

"N-never!" Ayami muttered back weakly, even as the actress' hand found her pink hair and yanked it back. She was no longer looking into Aoko's eyes, her head being jerked back and up, facing the ceiling...No wonder it was getting so hot, the fan was off. If Aoko was going to make this a duel of sheer, painful endurance, then Ayami would happily oblige. "I'll d-destroy you!" Tears began forming in Ayami's eyes, and if there was some small solace in her current position, it was the fact that Aoko couldn't see that she was on the verge of crying.

Even though it pained her to the lose the comfort of it, she removed her left hand pressed against her belly. Without being able to look at Aoko, Ayami's hand was forced to try to find her target through trial and error. The hand stumbled its way across Aoko's ribs, touching and removing itself, before finding Aoko's left breast - her damaged breast. It snaked under her tank top towards her sweaty flesh, tried to sneak under her bra, failed, then settled for a claw over one layer of fabric rather than two.

Aoko squirmed and pulled on Ayami's hair underneath the pink haired girl...soon enough though she was freed from the stomach claw and panted out hotly against Ayami's neck as she kept pulling and yanking on that hair...she soon felt Ayami's hand start to crawl up her side...

The actress was not about to let this happen, she tried to move her hand up in return, her free hand going to Ayami's wrist in order to try and grab it and stop the advancement of the pink haired fighter...only to then try and use her hold on the pink haired hottie's wrist and hair to try and roll them to the side, off of the table so Aoko would end up on top of her foe! Panting out as she was starting to sweat, and was in quite a bit of pain already....

Ayami had nothing in that moment. Nothing at all. She could have tried to headbutt her opponent, tried to spit at her, hell, try to kiss her if she wanted to, they were close enough. She could have used the surprise to coast her way into another reversal...But nope, she had nothing. If only she had a moment to gather her strength, gather her wits, and focus long enough to come up with a cohesive plan.

But no, nothing. Zilch. Just Ayami at the bottom, spent and heaving, and her opponent out on top. Two sweaty, sore girls who hated each other almost as much as they clearly wanted to fuck each other.

She hated the words and herself the moment they were uttered: "W-wait, l-let's have a break."

Aoko panted down at and heaved down at Ayami as she felt her tits press down against the slightly more modest pair of Ayami's, her forehead against the woman's, eyes meeting as Aoko controlled her foe's wrist and her hair...soon she heard those words escape Ayami. She would push herself up. So she was seated on Ayami's abs.

Panting out Aoko would release Ayami's hand and hair as she pulled her hand back up to her face and brushing some strands of her brown hair away from her face. Dampened hair.....

" Ugh..." Aoko let out in annoyance as she would push her other hand down against Ayami's cheek, pushing herself up to her feet and backing up a bit. Letting Ayami have her break. Stepping back towards the camera Aoko would shrug her shoulders. " The little troll called for a time out." Aoko spoke out as she huffed and puffed a bit. Her chest hurt quite a lot and her stomach too...but she was for damn sure planning to take Ayami down. Then she was going to upload this video in all it's glory...of course.

God it was hot...Aoko would look on at Ayami and then at her top which was getting a bit soaked by their joint sweat. " Tch..." She clicked her tongue before she would pull her tank top up and throw it to the side, revealing her white bra.

Ayami didn't think it would work. She fully expected Aoko to press her advantage to the bitter end...But her suspicions paid off: Aoko was just as battered and tired as she was, so much so that she would take a breather over pushing the action. A flash of anger erupted inside her as Aoko used her face to prop herself up, but she had no strength for retaliation, no strength beyond lying down and preparing herself for the next round of mutual beatings.

She flipped the camera the bird as Aoko made her comments, if only to show she was still alive and in the game. She swore then, that, by the end of the fight Aoko wouldnt be wearing a bikini for months after. Her breasts would be destroyed, her stomach a tenderised piece of meat. Her victory over this sham of a fighter would be utter and undeniable.

Finally, she propped herself up on her feet...only to see Aoko strip off her soaked top. Her eyes went up to what little of her reddening left breast was visible, and then went down to her bruised tummy. She was beyond lovely, no doubt. Ayami walked straight up to Aoko, stared her down for a brief moment, before slowly, inexorably taking off her own top, revealing her yellow bra underneath.

She hung her soaked, dirty top onto Aoko's face, turning to the camera and giving a wicked smile.

Aoko narrowed her eyes when she saw the pink haired girl walk up towards her, she was ready to start fighting but she didn't think the fight would start just yet, and Aoko was right as Ayami removed her dirty soaked top on Aoko's face who quickly threw it to the side and push forward.

She pressed her more generous bust against Ayami's bra covered tits and glare into the girl's eyes. " You'll beg for forgiveness when I'm done with you." Aoko let out as she would then try to quickly raise her hands up. Looking to snag two handfuls of Ayami's hair. Aoko had been the one to walk away from their previous exchange on top...and now she was planning to start this up fair, she waited to see if Ayami was planning to grip a hold of her hair, showing at least a sense of sportsmanship in this little impromptu catfight...

If she did or even if she didn't, Aoko would quickly start to try and pull and yank on Ayami's hair, looking to wrestle the woman around and back, trying to get the slightly smaller girl towards the nearest wall!

And there it was: the invasive staredown. Forehead to forehead, breast to breast, tummy's just an inch away, pressing fierce into each other. Both girls glaring daggers into each other's eyes, and if stares could kill, they would both drop dead instantly. She could smell her, she could feel the sweat. Ayami lived for this shit, lived for the primal, raw animosity generated from beating and being beaten by someone you shared a mutual and complete hatred of. Ayami defined herself by her enemies, and she seized every opportunity to make more, to make bask in that light of blood-soaked, bloody conflict. The tweet was just an excuse just to hunt her down, after all.

Aoko was in the zone now: psyched up and hungry for fucked up pride, for personal victory...and it made her hot as hell. She couldn't lose now. She couldn't lose to this film star. She was going to subjugate her and show her who was really queen of the ring.

"Princess, you won't even get to beg when I'm done with you."

Ayami flinched slightly when Aoko's hands went to her hair, and a puzzled expression came upon her face when she didn't feel any tugging...then it hit her, and she chuckled a little, chuckled right into Aoko's face. Was this bitch for real? Her own hands went up and into Aoko's damp, silken hair.

As if a switch had gone off in both their heads at the same time, both girls violently tugged at each other at the exact same time. Their foreheads still pressed together, their eyes locked together hard, searching for pain, searching for signs of breaking. Ayami held back the whimper she so desperately wanted to allow to squeak out of her mouth, and held her ground against Aoko's manoeuvring, her feet firmly planted. She knew Aoko wanted to press her to a surface, the couch again, maybe, but her goals were different:

She wanted her to give up the hair pulling contest first. She wanted her to be the first to break.

She wanted her to sob from this.

Even as she thought that, the tears came unbidden to her own eyes.

With a howl, she pulled ever harder on Aoko's tresses, as if she wanted to rip them straight out of her head.

Aoko and Ayami stood face to face, forehead's pressing, bangs meshing...sweat mixing together as their eyes were fixed in an intense glare. The actress's heart was racing, her blood was pumping through her body as adrenaline and endorphins were shooting off around her brain as she was without a doubt excited and was no doubt looking forward to tearing this bitch apart!

A small smirk appeared on Aoko's face as she heard the words of Ayami, oh she was going to love smacking that woman's pretty face up until those cheeks were bright red and swollen.

Her hands took a firm hold of Ayami's dampened hair and soon enough the pink haired girl joined her in doing the same. Both of them started to pull and yank and tear on each other's hair, shifting around as they stood and pulled each others hair with the fiery intensity of a million George Foreman grills!

The two women pulled and yanked an Aoko started to feel how her head was being pulled back, it felt as if her hair was starting to be ripped out of her scalp! Her eyes started to tear up as she was forced back a step...she herself tried to match Ayami in yanking the woman's hair just as hard and attempted to twist them towards the side! If she couldn't take the woman to the wall, she would try and take them both down onto the floor!

Ayami was so, so determined not to be the one to close her eyes first, to seal them shut to better bear the pain. She was NOT backing down on any step of this 'hair-off'. Not the eye contact part, and certainly not the hair pulling part. The pain was terrible, however, and even more tears welled up in corner of Ayami's huge yellow eyes as her tugging only intensified.

This bitch...

When Aoko began her attempts to drag them down to the floor, Ayami was, for the first time, in complete agreement with her opponent. She was tired of having to stand while enduring all this pain. She gave Aoko a curt nod, signalling begrudging agreement, and began to slowly descend -preferably with her opponent- to their knees.

The so-called truce, however, did not extend to their hair.