Alison Leaper vs. Airi Shijima - A Backstage Battle

To Airi's dismay, Alison ducked out of the way of her punch, leaving her to idiotically run her fist into the mirror instead. "GAH!" Recoiling in pain, the orange-haired girl wildly shook her hand around to the side, trying to make the pain subside.

The mirror didn't shatter from the impact, but it did rattle quite a bit, giving Alison an idea of what she'd just barely avoided. Man, this girl is serious!

Even so, she couldn't just wait around, underdogs won all the time after all. Usually in very scripted movies, but besides the point.

Taking her opportunity, the maid girl would go back for Airi, spinning on her foot to throw her weight in from her elbow to her orange opponent's gut.

Cursing her own stupidity, Airi examined her knuckles, making sure that none of them had split open. Thankfully, there seemed to be no blood. Not so thankfully, Alison had taken the chance to slam her elbow into her bare midsection.

"Oooof...!" Airi grunted, staggering backwards against the sink. Briefly winded, she held the sore spot on her belly with one hand, trying to recover before her brunette foe could capitalize further.

Alison would of course, try to carry on with her advantage. That's how real fights were supposed to work, right?

Moving forward at full speed, Alison figured Airi wouldn't be ready for her as she reached out for Airi and throw her towards the nearest stall headfirst... or at least that was what she tried to do.

Instead, she tripped on her ridiculously flowy outfit and ended up falling towards Airi. Oh fuck.

Airi attempted to brace herself for whatever Alison was going to try, however she wasn't quite prepared for a full-on unintentional tackle. The brunette's face landed right in between her breasts, which did hurt a little, but also caused the orange-haired girl to be rammed back against the sink, the edge of the ceramic surface hitting her right in the lower back.

With a cry of pain, Airi slipped and lost her footing upon the slick, clean tiles, dropping down hard right on her ass, with Alison still sort of on top of her.

Alison did at least manage to connect with Airi, which was as good as she could hope for. Both girls continued to slip and ended up crashing onto the hard tile floor. Luckily, most of the impact was sponged by Airi.

Alison's head spun a bit after that blur of confusing accidents, but she ended up on top, somehow. Alison swung her fist at Airi's chin, and then sat up a bit too fast, smashing the back of her head against the bottom of the sink. "OW! Fuck!"

Airi groaned as Alison's weight crushed down against her, knocking some of the wind out of her lungs. No sooner had she started to recover when the brunette cracked her across the jaw, snapping her head to the side. In a stroke of luck and/or stupidity, the girl hit her head against the bottom of the sink, stunning her and keeping her from trying to follow up on Airi.

Alison was now wide open, but the orange-haired girl was stuck in a rather awkward position. As she looked up at her foe, a mean-spirited idea suddenly came to her, though it wasn't as though she ever wanted to play nice here anyway. Giving a tiny smirk, Airi pulled one leg up and swiftly kicked out, trying to nail the brunette right in between her thighs.

The clumsy brunette cursed herself as she rubbed her now aching head. That just cost her her opening!

And a lot more, she came to suddenly realize, when another sharp pain coursed through her, this time starting between her legs. This wasn't something her (limited) training had prepared her for.

"Aiiieeee! You crazy bitch!" Alison screamed as she flopped to the floor, hands covering her crotch in an hasty attempt to keep Airi from getting a second cheap blow in.

"Whoops, my bad~" Airi shrugged smugly as she got back on her feet, casually dusting herself off. Deciding she didn't really like the idea of fighting in a public bathroom, even if this was a fairly clean one, the orange-haired girl reached down to grab one of Alison's legs, attempting to use it to drag the brunette over towards the door and back out to the hallway.

"I think we need a change of scenery..."

The brunette and her opponent silently agreed that this was a terrible place to fight. Airi kindly dragged Alison's face all over the floor tiles through the door to bring them back into the hall. It was definitely an accident that Alison's head bumped against the doorframe about two billion times on the way out.

"Uwaah... head hurts..." Alison said dumbly, trying to get back on her feet... if she could just remember how to stand up.