[Kathi]

As soon as the fabric of your thong digs into your crack, I get an answer from you.
Your left hand tears at my hair, making my scalp burn.
Your fingernails dig deep into my beautiful firm chest.
I refuse to give you the satisfaction of crying out in pain. Instead, I tug harder at your thong until it finally tears and I hold the shreds of fabric in my hand.
To force you to let go of my breast, I start beating your head and face with the fabric.
My left palm strikes your flanks.
It claps every time my hand hits your skin.
The battle has begun.
We immediately fight fiercely for an advantage.
The crowd cheers us on.
Everyone is shouting for their favorite, screaming for her to hit her opponent even harder.
All hell is breaking loose.
Both in the ring and around it.

[Just A Guy]

Wow, what a nice start. Both are going to be a force to be reckoned with. 

[HayleyToTheMax]

I just knew you wouldn’t give me any kind of noise from your lips. Even with my nails digging sharply against your breast. Starting to yank your hair back even more, when I start to feel my thong rupping in your hand. Eyes narrowing at that, ready to hiss out, only for your hand to start smacking at me with the remnants of my thong.

Refusing to let your breast go for the first few slaps. Letting each one be met with my nails digging in even deeper. Finally letting go though, as the crowd cheers around us. Wrenching back on your hair even harder, to force your head back, wanting you looking up at the ceiling, then cracking my right hand towards your cheek, to return the smacks you’ve been giving to me.

[Kathi]

You keep tugging at my hair, pulling my head back almost brutally and my gaze goes to the ceiling.
I can no longer see what I'm doing,
I've to rely on feeling and instinct.
I throw away the remains of your thong and my hands seek their targets in your most private areas.
Your hand slaps my face hard, leaving red marks of your fingers on my cheek.
My left thumb and forefinger grope for the nipple of your breast to twist and pull.
My other hand searches its way between your thighs for an even more intimate and sensitive target.
We have barely left the place where this fight began and yet we fight fiercely for every little advantage and strive to hurt the other.

[HayleyToTheMax]

I knew just how quickly this would escalate, just from our staredown at the start, we’re not here to really mess around. Hand cracking your cheek and then you find my nipple. Teeth gritting, letting a puff of breath escape between them, but not giving you any satisfaction of hearing me yelp out in surprise.

Sensing where your other hand is going, I make sure to react to it. My right hand heading down and around, going to grasp the back of your thong, wrenching it up roughly, wanting to force the fabric to dig right between your cheeks. Left hand pulling free from your hair, rather hoping to yank some strands out, before it fires out a slap, to where your cheek should be.