Strike OR Pass

03:38 Alifightz: I'd meet you on the beach.

03:41 Kanom:

03:41 Kanom: hmmmm what you want to do?

03:41 Alifightz: Nasty catfight.

03:42 Kanom: you want to get dirty?

03:42 Alifightz: Very.

03:43 Kanom: conflict?

03:43 Alifightz: You saw me flirting with your man generally works.

03:45 Kanom:

03:45 Kanom: wanna start?

03:48 Alifightz: I'm flirting with a nice looking boy on the beach and it's going well, I can tell he into me. Then I yanked roughly away..by my hair. I turn and confront the classic jealous girlfriend that has grabbed me and we stand our breasts nearly touching. Our eyes lock. "What's your problem, bitch?

03:52 Kanom: “My problem? You’ve been throwing yourself at him right in front of me like I’m not even here.” I keep my grip on your hair for another second before letting go, glaring straight into your eyes. “So don’t stand there acting innocent, Ali. You knew exactly what you were doing.” I tilt my chin up, refusing to back away. “Flirt with whoever you want when I’m not around. But if you’re going to do it right in my face just to piss me off… then yeah, bitch, you’ve got a problem with me.”

03:56 Alifightz: I smirk at you in turn, nearly as excited for the confrontation as for the boy. Especially since he's right there to witness it." "You know, Kanom, you might as well not be here when I'm around. He clearly only has eyes for me. So why don't you just run along?" We hold each other's eyes as neither of us back away as our breasts brush into each other.

03:59 Kanom: I let out a short, humorless laugh and keep my eyes locked on yours, refusing to give you even an inch. “Run along? Cute.” I glance toward the guy for half a second, then back at you. “You really think one guy staring at you means you’ve won something?” I lean in slightly, my voice dropping. “Keep flirting, Ali. Keep showing off. But don’t confuse attention with being better than me.” A smug smile creeps across my face. “And if you’re trying to make me jealous on purpose, congratulations—you got my attention. Now you’re going to have to deal with it.” I square my shoulders against yours. “So go ahead. Tell me to leave again, bitch.”

04:02 Alifightz: I don't want to break eye contact with you, but I imagine I can feel his eyes on us. I won't back down in front of him. I match your smug smile with one of my own as our shoulders square and our breasts press tighter. "I can Handle whatever "attention" you want ot give me. So you probably should leave...bitch."

04:09 Kanom: “I warned you.” Before Ali can finish the last word, I plant my feet in the sand, twist my shoulder, and fire a hard right straight toward her face, trying to catch her across the cheek and knock that confident smile away. “Then handle this, bitch.”

04:12 Alifightz: We shift against each other for a moment more but I feel it a moment to late. Before I utter the last word, my head snaps to the side and my cheek flares with pain. I stagger to the side. I turn back eyes blazing, knowing he saw me get caught out like that. "Oh you bitch.." I know your ready for me to swing back at you face as I draw back my fist, so I swing hard at your tight little tummy instead.

04:15 Kanom: I see your fist draw back and brace for a shot at my face—but you change levels at the last second. “Ugh—!” Your punch drives into my stomach and folds me forward half a step. My hand instinctively clamps over my abdomen as I suck in a sharp breath, glaring up at you through my hair. “Cheap shot, huh?” I straighten again, jaw tight, refusing to give you the satisfaction of seeing me stay doubled over. “Fine. Now we’re even.” I step back into range, shoulders squared, eyes locked on yours. “Come on, Ali. Show me that wasn’t the only clean hit you’ve got.”

04:19 Alifightz: "Need time to catch your breath, HONEY?" I snarl at you as we square up again practically stalking each other.. I twist swing a lef hook at your ribs, but I want the right jab I throw at your face to really land more.

04:25 Kanom: The hook clips my ribs and makes me hiss, but when your right jab snaps my head back, something in me just boils over. I wipe at my lip, glare burning into you, and step right back in instead of retreating. “You really should’ve stopped at one hit.” I slam my forearm across your guard to knock your arms aside, then drive a hard knee up into your stomach to fold you over. The instant you dip forward, I grab a fistful of your hair and yank your head back so you’re forced to look at me. “You wanted a fight so badly?” I snarl right in your face. “Then choke on it, bitch.” I shove you away just enough to make space, then lunge after you with pure fury, swinging a vicious right hook toward your cheek and following it with a savage straight shot aimed at your face, trying to overwhelm you before you can recover. “Come on, Ali!” I spit. “Talk tough now!”

04:31 Alifightz: I gasp pitching forward from the knee to my tummy. I try to straighten but you snatch my hair and yank back. My eyes meet you furious one's but mine are starting to blaze. You shove me back and my head turns from a hard right. I stagger and my head is driven back by a punch at my nose. My eyes water as I step back my nose bleeding. "FUCKER!!" I shout. Instead of trying to run I lunge at you grabbing at your hair with my left hand trying to land a couple of hard rights into your face. "IT ON!!"

04:34 Kanom: I grunt as your fist clips my cheek, but instead of backing off I grab your wrist with one hand and your hair with the other, wrenching you off balance. “Yeah? Then fight me!” I drive my shoulder into you, trying to shove you down into the sand, then swing a short, hard hook toward your jaw while you’re stumbling. “You wanted this, Ali—don’t cry about it now!”

04:38 Alifightz: My hand twists in your hair while you're trying to remove it. I grunt from the clipping shot to my jaw. "Who's crying Kanom?" We struggle against each other body to body as our knees hit the sand I yank back hard on your hair. I swing my fist at your jaw and eye pumping it twice.

04:38 Kanom: I grunt as your punches hammer into my jaw and eye, my head snapping sideways. For a second I’m forced down onto one knee in the sand—but I refuse to let go. “Still not crying.” I yank your hair sharply to drag you off balance with me, then twist my hips and drive a hard punch into your ribs before swinging another toward your cheek. “You wanted to make this ugly, Ali? Fine.” I shove forward until we’re practically wrestling in the sand, glaring straight into your face. “Then I’m not stopping until one of us stays down.”

04:42 Alifightz: I grunt form the punch into my ribs and I take yet another on my bruised cheek. "Ugly is fine with me, Kanom. One hand still tearing at your hair. I punch back at your ribs as we struggle then try to hit your eye again.

04:47 Kanom: I grunt as your fist digs into my ribs, then your next shot catches near my eye and jerks my head sideways. “Ghh—damn you!” Still tangled in your hair, I surge forward instead of giving you room. I hook an arm around your shoulder, wrench you sideways into the sand, and fire a hard right toward your ribs before snapping another punch toward your cheek. “You keep reaching for my face, Ali—so don’t complain when I wreck yours!”

04:50 Alifightz: We lurch down into the sand locked up, I twist at your hair again dragging your head back. I send a knee at your side. "I won't stop with your face, Kanom. but I swing a punch at eh middle of yours my cheek starting to swell a welt under my eye starting to form

04:51 Kanom: I cry out as your knee slams into my side and your punch snaps into my face, making me reel for a second. I can already feel the heat building in my cheek—but all it does is make me angrier. “You really don’t know when to quit, do you?!” Still clutching at your hair, I yank you sideways through the sand and lunge right back at you, trying to slam my shoulder into your chest and knock you off balance. The moment you stumble, I swing a hard shot toward your ribs and then another straight at your face, eyes blazing with hate. “You want my face that badly, Ali?” I spit, breathing hard. “Then come take it!”

04:55 Alifightz: I reel back shouting as I'm hit in the face. "Oh you bitch, don't you worry!" I feel my lip swelling and I swing a punch into your tummy then another back at the middle of your face

04:58 Kanom: I grunt hard as your fist sinks into my stomach, folding me just enough for the next punch to catch me across the face. “Ghh—!” My head snaps to the side, but I stay on you, breathing hard through the pain. I grab at your forearm and shove it away, then drive forward with my shoulder, trying to knock you back into the sand. “You keep aiming for my face like it’s gonna save you.” I swing a short hook toward your ribs, then another toward your cheek, staying close so you can’t get much room. “Keep coming, Ali. I’m still here.”

05:01 Alifightz: We luurch back down into the sand fighting in close with short hard punches. "Not going anywhere." I gasp driving a hard punch into at your face again, the a hard hook into the side of your breast.

05:06 Kanom: Your punch catches me across the face again and my head jerks sideways. The hook to my chest makes me cry out and curl inward for a second, one arm instinctively pulling tight across myself. “Ah—fuck...!” For the first time, I’m not able to hide it. My breathing turns ragged, my face tight with pain, and I stumble on one knee in the sand before forcing myself back up. “You... hit harder than I thought.” I wipe at the corner of my mouth, glaring at you through watering eyes, still furious but visibly hurting now. “But don’t mistake that for me being finished.”

05:13 Alifightz: I wipe the blood off my own chin, my breathing getting ragged now both of us clearly hurting. "Yeah, you hit a little harder than I thought. But I'm not down with you either. We force ourselves up leaving some black hair scattered in the sand. Our eyes narrow at each other. The boy watches, rock hard as we face each other. I lunge forward trying to drive my left fist into your ribs, my own pepered with red marks that will bruise as I hook my right fist back at your face.

05:14 Kanom: The left digs into my ribs and I suck in a sharp breath, but I see your right coming and throw my forearm up just enough to take some of the force. It still clips my cheek and sends me staggering sideways through the sand. “Damn it…!” I straighten slowly, one arm tight against my aching ribs, hair hanging across my bruised face. Then I glare straight back at you. “You’re still swinging. Good.” I step in again before you can reset, shove at your shoulder to throw your balance off, and drive a short punch toward your already-marked ribs. As you tense up, I snap another hook toward your cheek. “Because I’m not done with you either, Ali.”

05:15 Kanom:

05:19 Alifightz: I gasp hard as you hook into my ribs hard and start to clutch at them. I let out a yelp as you it my bruised cheek near the welt under my eye. "Good bitch.." My left hand finds you hair yanking as I uppercut your breast and try to follow with a hook at your eye.

05:22 Kanom:

05:23 Kanom: I hiss as you yank my hair back and drive the uppercut into my chest, forcing a sharp cry out of me. Your hook clips near my swollen eye a heartbeat later, and I stagger sideways, blinking through the sting. “Ah—shit…!” For a second I’m visibly rocked, one arm guarding my ribs and chest while the other claws at your wrist to get your hand out of my hair. Then I grit my teeth, plant my feet in the sand, and glare straight back at you. “You’re really trying to tear me apart now, huh?” I wrench your arm downward, step in close, and fire a short punch toward your ribs before swinging another hard hook toward your bruised cheek. “Fine, Ali. Then I’m giving you everything I’ve got.”

05:30 Alifightz: Your claws are at my wrist then I raking back at your arms. I cry out as you hit my ribs again. GAHH I clutch at them and then you hit my welted cheek. "Oh fuck.." I stagger my eyes water. "Oh you...fucking bitch..." I stumble and plant my feet. I jab hard into your hurt ribs. "All out bitch!" I jab hard and short as we get closer aiming for the middle of your face.

05:40 Kanom: I grunt as the jab buries into my sore ribs, but when your next short punch comes straight for my face, I force myself inside your reach instead of backing away. “Then all out it is.” I trap your punching arm against my shoulder, yank you off balance, and drive a hard shot into your body. Before you can fully recover, I shove forward chest-to-chest, trying to smother your space, then swing a tight hook toward your bruised cheek. My breathing is ragged now, one eye swelling, ribs aching with every movement—but I keep coming. “You’re hurting me, Ali… but I’m still right here.”

05:45 Alifightz: I gasp at yet another hit to my ribs. Then we're pressed into each other and you hit my welted cheek again and I can stop the cry of pain. "Fine bitch.." I gasp. "To the finish." Our breasts mushroom into each other. My left hand yanks back on your hair as I try to move you face to hook aonther short punch into that eye.

05:54 Kanom: I cry out as you wrench my hair back and your short hook catches near my swollen eye, snapping my head sideways. “AAH—damn it!” For a second my knees dip in the sand, but I grab onto your shoulder and force myself upright, breathing through clenched teeth. My eye is watering badly now, my ribs throbbing, but I’m still glaring straight at you. “To the finish, then.” I shove into you hard to break your balance, rip my hair free from your grip, and throw a short punch into your battered ribs before whipping another hook toward your already-swollen cheek. “One of us is going down, Ali.”

06:00 Alifightz: I gasp from the hit to my ribs but the punch to my swollen cheek makes me cry out! "FUCK" I stagger and have to stiffen my knees to keep from going down. "On of us.." I grate out. The whole side of my face throbs now. My ribs hurt constantly. I lunge forward aiming a punch low into your tummy. I stay close and try to hook that eye again, not knowing if I can stay up if you hit my face there again.

06:05 Kanom: The punch sinks into my stomach and I fold forward with a sharp gasp. “Ghh—!” You stay on me immediately, and your hook crashes into the same swollen eye again. My head jerks sideways and I stumble badly, one hand flying up to cover it as my vision blurs for a second. “Damn you, Ali…” I’m barely steady now, ribs aching and breath ragged, but I force my feet underneath me and surge forward before you can finish me. I grab at your shoulders, trying to drive you backward through the sand, then throw a desperate short punch toward your ribs and another toward the swollen side of your face. “If I’m going down… you’re coming with me.”

06:08 Alifightz: You shove me down into the sand and My body arches as you hit my side. It's good I'm down or I might have fallen. I lurch my knee into your side and you hit my face and I see white. "You bitch! I howl and fire a hook up at your face. feeling my hands curling into desperate claws.

06:11 Kanom: Your hook catches me across the face and I reel sideways, one hand hitting the sand to stop myself from collapsing. “Ghh—fuck!” For a second I’m down on one knee beside you, breathing hard, eye swollen and ribs screaming. Then I see your hands curling into claws and grab both your wrists before you can rake at me again. “No. You don’t get to finish me that easily.” I force your arms down into the sand, lean my weight forward, and drive a short punch into your ribs before swinging another tight shot toward the bruised side of your face. “Come on, Ali. If this is the finish, then fight for it.”

06:16 Alifightz: I gasp again then my eyes start to roll. I blink and force myself to focus. "You asked for it. One hand finds your hair again and I yank lurching up aiming my forehead at that swollen eye in a nasty headbutt.

06:19 Kanom: Your forehead crashes into the swollen side of my face and everything flashes white. “AAH—!” My grip on you loosens immediately. I stumble sideways onto one hand, blinking hard, but my injured eye refuses to focus properly. When I try to push myself back up, my movements are noticeably slower now. “Damn… you…” I get one knee under me, breathing in short, painful bursts. My ribs tighten every time I inhale, and even keeping my hands up is starting to feel heavy. I still glare at you, but there’s no hiding it anymore—Kanom is fading. “You’re… gonna have to do more than that.” I try to surge forward again, but it’s sluggish this time, reaching for your shoulder and throwing a tired short punch toward your ribs rather than the sharp combinations from earlier. “I’m… still not done.”

06:23 Alifightz: "Damn you just give up.!" I gasp my head aching form the impact The entire side of my face feels tight and sore and I'm fighting for a deep breath. You push on me and I go to my back. hitching my breath as you hit me less hard than before. You're on top. I gather myself, vision blurring a little and send a knee to your sore ribs. trying to grab your hair and roll us.

06:24 Kanom: (Fuck you bitch you are fucking tough)

06:25 Alifightz: (Ok fuck you back you're kicking my ass. even if I win)

06:25 Kanom: Your knee drives into my already-battered ribs and the pain rips the air out of me. “GAAH—!” My whole body seizes for a second, and that hesitation is enough. Your hand tangles into my hair and you wrench hard, rolling us through the sand until I’m the one underneath. I try to buck you off, but there’s almost no explosiveness left in me now. My breathing is shallow, one eye barely open, and my arms feel heavy as I grab at your forearm. “Ali… damn it…” I swing a short punch toward your side, but it’s slower and weaker than before. I know it too. “I’m… not giving up…” I grit my teeth and try to twist my hips for one last reversal

06:26 Kanom: (No matter who won this fight we need to fight again)

06:28 Alifightz: My ribs are so sore I wince. Your hips twist my legs entwine with yours and we roll to our sides and I desperately pound on your osre ribs with what I have left which is not nearly what I had before

06:29 Kanom:

06:33 Kanom: I curl around the first couple of shots to my ribs, each one forcing a strained grunt out of me. They’re weaker than before, but at this point even that hurts like hell. “Ghh… Ali…” We stay tangled on our sides in the sand, legs hooked together, both of us too exhausted to create any real distance. I catch your wrist after another punch and clamp onto it with both hands, trying to stop you from hammering the same spot again. My breathing is ragged now. I drag myself closer and throw a short, tired punch back into your side, then another toward your ribs, more stubborn than powerful. “You’re… barely hitting anymore.” I grit my teeth and try to roll my weight over you. “Problem is… neither am I.”

06:33 Kanom:

06:37 Alifightz: I wince from the hits to my sore ribs, You start to roll on top. It's true I don't have much punching power left. I hands find your chest and curl into your breast. "Then we claw it out of call it a draw." I gasp...

06:38 Kanom:

06:45 Kanom: I suck in a sharp breath as your hands clamp into my chest and I immediately grab at your wrists, trying to peel you off while we’re both barely holding ourselves up. “Ah—damn you…” I’m too exhausted to explode back at you now. Instead I lean my weight into you, forehead almost touching yours, both of us shaking from fatigue. “A draw?” I rasp, glaring at you through my swollen eye. “After all that?” I tighten my grip on your wrists and give one last shove, but there’s almost nothing behind it. “…Fine. But only because neither of us has anything left.”

06:49 Alifightz: Our breath mixes for a moment as our forehead nearly touch. We shove at each other. but not with much force. We manage to untangle oursleves and go to our knees glaring at each other. "Fuck I wish I could hurt you some more.."

06:51 Kanom: I keep glaring at you from my knees, breathing hard, one hand pressed to my sore ribs. “Yeah? Good. Because I’m not satisfied with a draw either.” I wipe at my swollen cheek with the back of my hand and give you a tired, angry smirk. “Next time, Ali. No excuses. No stopping halfway.” I point at you, eyes locked on yours. “We settle it properly, and only one of us walks away calling herself the winner.”

06:53 Kanom:

06:54 Kanom:

06:54 Kanom: (we after the match)