Biscuits n Gravy! Xenia Rath Vs. Hinata Buriteri

When Xenia was close, she would try and grab at Hionata, wherever she could, but she had a pretty good idea where the girl's breasts were and aimed to sink her claw into one of them and tear at the flesh and what adorned it. What was the point if the crowd couldn't get a show? What was the point of being in this slop and not pitting each other body to body? As she did, she felt Hinata grab for her hair and tried to keep herself from being slammed into the mat but the hit dazed her momentarily.

Hina yelped out in surprise as Xenia's nails raked over her breast, the loose top tearing open down the middle as buttons burst away from her top. Long scratches stayed on her breast, making her angrily throw a knee at Xenia's face before trying to pull away, mutely trying to escape another vicious breast rake and let the stinging pain fade before striking again

The knee tot he face caused her to become a bit more shaken but she grinned as she felt her claws tear at flesh and cloth. As Hinata slid away, Xenia tried to scramble away as well. She needed to recover a bit the ganguro had been knockign her around prety good. Though all in all, Xenia had to admit that this was even more fun than she thoguht it would be.

Hina got some space between them, rising to one knee and hissing as she cupped her breast. "You nasty, scarred up little bitch," she snapped, cradling her leopard-print bra. She'd kick at the muck to splash it defiantly at her. "I'll have to ugly you up extra for that." She'd get to her feet after a breather, scowling at her and waiting to see what she'd do next

Xenia held her breast as she looked at Hinata. "Extra ugly you say?" She said and plastered soem gravy over her tits to cover them up. Though she didn't mind showing off to the crowd there was no sense in giving them a free show. Plus the gravy felt good against her skin. "I'll do the same too, just with my fist!" She said and cautiously stepped towards Hinata before lunging at the girl when she was in strikign distance to try and aim a Punch into her chest.

Hinata managed to sidestep the sudden blow, even if she felt the breeze of it on her nipples. She'd swing a fist of her own in a cross to her cheek, trying to topple the scarred girl enough to bring her knee up as she grabbed her hair and yanked her face into it. "Eat it, you greasy little creep!"

Xenia felt herself whiff the punc and grunted as the swift counter slammed into her and toppled her down. She groaned at the hair strike and then suddenly felt herself pulled into a hard knee. She felt dizzy and weak from all the quick strikes to the head but tried desperately to try and grab ontop both of Hinata's legs int he awkward position and press herself against the ganguro to keep her from lpulling back and possibly cause her to loose her footing int he aslipery conditions.

Hina's soles slipped in the gravy mess, staying on her feet but losing a lot of her balance. She'd grab her around the waist, keeping her down but clinched up too tight to do much else. She'd have to try and lift her into a piledriver, but she lacked the strength and balance for the move, yelping as they both slipped and fell with a large splash up to her waist in meat drippings, shaking it from her hair and wiping it from her eyes, more stunned than hurt by the fall

Xenia groaned as all the movement amounted to the two sliding around in the saucey mixture. "ugh.." She said as she looked at the Ganguro. "Havin fun yet?" She said with a grin and this time would reach out to try and grab at Hinata;s skirt and tear it away. It was no fun to roll around in this sort of slop when she still had to rub up against clothes.

Hina pulled back a leg and kicked at Xenia's belly, knocking her back but not before she got a grip on her skirt, tearing it cleanly off her hips. "Thieving little tramp! Give that back!" she snapped, scrambling back to her knees while never bothering to try covering her newly bared legs and groin, leopard skin panties indistinguishable from any other sort, all painted a sloppy brown.

It wasn't like it made a difference anyway, a good splash of meat and bread over her lovelier bits like some extra makeup, but she'd lunge to grab at her skirt, pretending to try and swipe it when trying to fake her out to instead drive a knee into her foe's belly as she approached