Ashlii Fierce vs. Macon Einstein

She nodded as she got back up onto her knees, "Yes it is 2-1." She said while pulling her hand back and smacking her square across the face. "And now, revenge!"

She put her fists up.

Macon smiles and chuckles a bit, putting up his own fists. "Revenge? For what? How about the fact that you were sitting right on my face?" He said with a raised eyebrow in the direction of the red-headed girl who looked ready to box.

"Uh oh...well...I know you liked it," she said turning around on all fours as she shook her butt gently. "I know you love my ass...it's just perfect!" she announced as she turned around and got regularly onto her feet and stared him down.

"Well...." she threw a punch.

Macon smiled as she shook her ass. "I won't say no?" he responded with a bit of a chuckle, still keeping his guard up the whole time. As Ashlii aimed a fist his way, he was prepared and swiped his arm to knock the fist away as best he could. If he succeeded Macon would fire a fist of his own at her gut. If he connects, he will say, "That's revenge."

"Haha...don't even try to say no babe," she said while gigging at him as her punch was knocked off and one centered right in her gut. "Oof..." she muttered as she fell and went right onto her back and mumbled at him with his revenge talk.

Flailing her legs, she aimed one of her random kicks towards his chin.

Macon was smirking, ready to pounce on the fallen prey when the flailing legs aimed a kick right at his chin, knocking him back onto his back and nearly falling off the bed. "Ahh..dang," he said as he tried to shake off the effects of the kick while readjusting his jaw.

Ashlii Fierce got up and and onto all fours as she crawled across the bed and she blew one kiss before moving over to him, now right over him as she put a hand to his left cheek, slowly caressing it. "It'll be harmless," she said.

She fell on top of him for a cover.

1...



2....

Macon was not prepared to allow another point to be lost to Ashlii. He quickly jutted a shoulder up while throwing his arms up to her shoulders just to throw her off. "I don't doubt that, babe," he responded and got onto his knees, grabbing for one of Ashlii's legs, aiming to put her in a figure-four leg-lock.

Ashlii was immediately surprised as she pushed off her point and she blinked as he attempted to put her into a figure four leg lock but she deemed to kick out of it, but it was too late and it was locked in.

She moaned out and tried to grab a pillow...the pressure even forcing her brastraps to pop and the bra to begin slipping off. "Uh oh..." she said while tapping out wildly and trying to free herself.

Macon blushed when he saw the bra straps pop, immediately releasing the hold as soon as Ashlii tapped out and tied up the score at 2. He moved towards the red-head's head with a smile, "Seems as though we're tied up here." As he spoke, a hand would move towards the nearest bra strap with the intention of helping her put it back on.