SS: Layla vs Heather, hardcore dodgeball

Heather kept the hold up on Layla for as long as she could. She was praying to herself that this would be the end. She felt she had done that sequence as good as she could in her state and was thinking to herself that the match was clearly in the bag. She watched Layla's raised up hand, just waiting on it to come down for a tap, staring at it intently as she strained herself to keep the pressure in the move. However it turned out the girl just wasn't done and wouldn't give up.

Heather saw Layla ball her hand into a fist, but she couldn't expect what was to happen next. Layla stuck her thumb out in the fist and jammed it into Heather's right eye. "Gh-AAGH!" Heather let out as the sharp pain caused her to release the hold and roll to the side, rubbing her eye. "I had it! No way!" Heather thinks to herself as she lies on her back, slowly trying to open her eye back up as it pulsates with pain. Heather slams her fist on the sand in frustration, she felt that was her one chance and she may not get one. Seeing that chance of victory slip away, she couldn't believe it, but she also kept herself from throwing it away, not giving up.

Layla may have been released thanks to her rather dirty manuever, but thanks to that STF submission she wasn't going to moving right away. Upon being released she flopped to the sand with a groan, her body wracked with pain. If she hadn't thought of that thumb to the eye she would have surely submitted, loosing not only the match, but her pride as well.

Layla turned onto her side, holding her back where most of the pain had accumulated. She looked over at Heather where she now writhed in pain, claiming a small victory with that she supposed. She could hardly call it an advantage though. Both girls were floored at the moment, and Layla was too worn to take the opportunity to attack Heather in any significant way.

Still, there was one way she thought up that might bring her back into this fight. Narrowing her eyes with determination, Layla would begin the slow crawl over to where Heather lay, and once she got there she would crawl over top of her, rear her fist up in the air, and then slam it straight into Heather's crotch.

Heather remained lying on her back, rubbing her eye and blinking it frequently to ease the pain she was feeling from the finger poke. She felt as if all her big moves so far have been thwarted by some dirty maneuver from this girl, a new one each time, and it was starting to aggravate her quite a bit. It even went so far as for Heather to consider herself in her mind to be the 'good guy' in the match, something that she definitely would never consider herself to be. Even though her constant taunting of the girl would probably say otherwise.

As she was finally able to open her eyes fully she saw the girl over her. Next thing she knew, Layla had slammed her fist into her crotch. "Aaaagh! Damn..you cheap..bitch!" Heather lets out as she sits up from the pain. She goes to grab her crotch to rub the pain from it, and decided to resort to her own cheap tactics if that's how the girl wants to fight. Reaching out with her other hand, she tries to pull at Layla's hair and yank her to the side with it.

Layla had fought a tough battle against Heather, pulling out all the stops to ensure her victory. But even then she was having a hell of a time getting the girl to stay down. Layla had taken down opponants much bigger than her. SHe kept telling herself that she could pull this off, but the longer the match went on the more doubtful she became. One thing was for sure, the crowd was sure getting a show.

"Ugh!" Layla whined when her hair was grabbed, threatening to throw her off her position atop Heather. Desperately she grabbed onto her opponant's long hair to stop from being thrown, and both girl's would be found in a hairpulling battle against each other, with the crowd whooping and hollering in approval.

Heather let out a surprised yelp as Layla grabbed her hair right back, initiating a hairpulling battle, something she wasn't too happy of but she felt like she just couldn't lose it to the girl. It seems like during the whole match it keeps popping up that she just cant put the girl away. She always retaliates when it looks like Heather could have some sort of advantage and become closer to victory. The match has been too close for Heather's liking and it seems like neither of the two are willing to even think about giving it up to the other girl.

"Ggh..Aagh damn!" Heather lets out as her hair is pulled hard. Trying to get right back at the girl, she keeps yanking at her hair as well. Heather's eyes water up a bit from the sharp pain she was feeling in her scalp, but she tried to keep her grip on the girl regardless, trying her hardest to throw the girl to the ground and get on top of her. As of right now Layla had the leverage advantage and that was bad news for Heather unless she could flip it around.

What began has a hardcore dodgeball fight was quickly turning into a hair pulling catfight. It was hard to determine which one the crowd wanted to see judging by the amount of cheers they were getting as Layla and Heather tried to rip each other's hair out. "AHH!" Layla screamed in pain, her eyes watering from the sting in her scalp, and pulled Heather's long hair just as hard to pay her back.

Then Heather gave a yank so hard that Layla had to fall to the side with it or end up having her hair yanked right from her head. "AHH!! Fuck!!" she screamed, falling to the side. Even as she fell to her back and Heather moved to straddle her Layla still kept a large tangled grip of her hair with both hands, trying to restrict her movements at least a little.

The catfight that had begun to ensue between the two wasn't necessarily to Heather's liking. She wasn't this style, but it seems that the situation had turned the both of them into resorting to this. With two handfulls of Layla's hair, and Layla having two handfulls of Heather's hair, it seemed they were almost at a stalemate in this hairpulling competition.

"Aagh...Let...go of my...fucking hair!" Heather says as she is able to throw the girl off and straddle her. However the girl was still yanking at her hair, Heather feeling as if Layla was about to pull both handfulls right out. As she was able to get on top of her though, Heather tries to yank Layla's head up and down, using her hair, while tears were beginning to run down Heather's face as the pain kept building. "D-daamnit!"

"GAAH!! Y-You let go f-first!!" Layla shouted back, heer scalp now burning with pain as she was forced to endure a viscious mauling of her hair by her hated opponant. It was a stalemate alright. Neither girl was willing to give in to the pain and release the other girl. It seemed like this match would be determined by who could make the other let go.

"AHH!! Fucking s-slut!" Layla screamed as her head was yanked up and down, adding to her already stacked pain. Through her teary eyes she then saw an opportunity for a comeback, and maybe a way to end this small catfight moment. But it would hurt for both of them.

Growling in determination, Layla would yank Heather's head downwards with her hair, and at the same time throw her head upwards. Both skulls would collide halfway for a furious headbutt.

Shaking her with all her might using her hair, Heather was desperately trying to get Layla to let go, just as she was doing the same. The pain from the hairpulling was beginning to become unbearable for Heather. The stinging and burning pain was ravaging her entire scalp and there wasn't much that she could do except keep up this little war with her opponent.

"S-slut!? D-don't you...dare call me that again....you don't even..kn-know me you bi-" Heather goes to say in response to Layla's words, however she is cut off by the girl's next move. As their heads collide, a rattling pain is sent through her skull. It feels like her brain was knocked around within her head from the impact of the vicious headbutt.

"U-uugh..." The impact of the blow causes Heather to release Layla's hair as her body starts to fall to the side, whether Layla still had her grip on Heather's hair or not. Blinking her eyes, Heather struggles to stay conscious just from pure determination and will.

Layla saw stars after both her's and Heather's skulls met in a thunderous collision. She was so dazed by it she didn't even notice that Heather's hands let go of her hair, but she did notice when her own hands let go of Heather's, putting an end to the hairpulling war.

Layla lay on her back in the sand, panting loud, her chest rising up and down dramaticly. Her mind was muddled and dazed, leaving her blinking tiredly as she fought against unconsciousness. This was starting to become too much. At this rate neither girl would win, and both of them would end up lifeless, half-naked bodies on the beach. Layla needed to put an end to this. She needed to win this. NAd this may be her last shot at it. It was time to unleash her finisher.

Slowly Layla would roll onto her stomach, and then start the seemingly endless crawl over to Heather where the girl lay in a smiliar state. Once there, and if Heather didn`t move, Layla would attmpt to roll the girl onto her stomach. And if she managed that, Layla would crawl atop her back to keep her down.