Watering the Roses

[Devastated]

Aisha's curvy body pressed up against Candy Cane's fine frame. The feeling of that wet sensation of that darkened skin sliding against her back as Aisha's arm tightened around the Canadian's neck. An act that caused the redhead to cough out, her voice gravely as she groaned and growled. She released a cough or two as she brought her hands up to grab at Aisha's arms to try and pull them off of her and aid herself in attempting to breath again. Not an easy task...

When her hated American foe started to taunt her in that voice, that voice of hers that Becky just hated...the redhead had finally had enough. Staggering around on her feet she'd try and turn Aisha so that the busty dancin' sista would have her back against the lockers, before trying to ram her back into them, she'd step forward and try and do it again and again. As the punk-rocker would attempt to bring her hands up to Aisha's hair and try to back the back of her skull against the locker door! " G-Get off! Y-you old hag!"

[Lunaspark]

Aisha was so occupied trying to hang on to Candy, that she didn't realize the punk was turning her towards the lockers. She held on as tight as she could, keeping her slightly larger, heavier body pushed tight against Candy's own, trying her best to drain whatever the redhead had left in her, when she was suddenly slammed back into the lockers.

The first time it happened, she grunted, and her sleeper went a little loose. The second time, her arm came looser, and with each repeat slam into the metal, Aisha's hold continued to grow weaker and weaker. When Candy finally grabbed her by the hair, and slammed her skull backwards into the metal, that was it. The diva's arm came completely loose, and the blonde would cry out rather weakly, before going somewhat limp between Candy and the metal. She began to slump down, and if Candy moved away, she would slide all the way down to her ass against the floor.

[Devastated]

Candy Cane rammed her foe back into the locker again and again, and as air started to deplete to the point of her vision beginning to sway from left to right, her body losing control of her sense of balance. She started to hit for the fences, slamming the back of Aisha's skull into the locker room door until finally those arms were off of her.

The Canadian started to cough profusely, staggering forward which made Aisha drop onto her rear as she leaned against the locker. Candy Cane stumbled forward an dropped down onto her hands and knees, coughing out still as she tried to get air back into her lungs and her brain, so that she could think clearly again.

Becky would push herself up to her knees soon and turn around, looking on at Aisha for a second as she would reach out for a handful of that blonde hair, pulling that head up a bit so she had a good angle to send in a strong left hook towards that pretty face! Then grabbing another handful of hair with both hands she'd try and throw that head back into the locker door. " Grh...Don't! Fuckin'! Mess! With! ME!" Candy Cane shouted out at Aisha as she would try and keep her hold on that hair and guide Aisha up to her feet. She's try and use her hold on that hair to swing Aisha around and toss that busty, naked and still wet frame through the air, to the center of the locker room!

[Lunaspark]

Candy Cane's punch wasn't even needed. It slammed into Aisha's face, and left her even more dazed than before, but even without the blow, the Diva wasn't in the position to stop Candy from flinging her across the locker room.

She was swung around, and her busty, bare body flew through the air, slamming onto the cold, damp tile in the middle of the room. She hit the floor with a groan, lying there still for several second, but the stubborn Diva was refusing to give in. Her body trembled, and her movements were slow, but she began to force herself to move, forgetting about Candy for a few seconds as she tried to force herself up to her hands and knees. She had to get up, she had to keep moving, she couldn't let the redhead beat on her like this...

[Devastated]

Candy Cane was able to fling Aisha around the room and toss the woman away, she would lean back against the lockers and pant out as she brought her hand up to her damp red hair and pulled it back away from her face, shaking her head a little as her generous rack would heave with each breath. She would watch and stalk the tan-skinned beauty that was Aisha, watching as she was starting to push herself up towards her hands and knees.

The Canadian would step up next to the downed woman and attempt to face the same direction that the blonde woman did. Moving her legs to be on each side of Aisha's head the Punk Rocker would then try and snap them shut around it, attempting to lock in a standing headscissor with Aisha's pretty head popping out in between Candy Cane's bare, still sorta wet thighs. She'd reach down for a handful of Aisha's hair and yank on it as her other hand would be used to help balance herself on the nearby wall. " Ya done yet?!" Candy Cane would bark out the question.

[Lunaspark]

Aisha cried out as Candy's legs snapped around her head, the punk jerking on her hair in a rather painful manner. The redhead wasn't going to relent, but neither was Aisha, and even as tired as she was and as bad a situation as she was in, she wasn't going to give up yet.

"F-fuck...you!" The Diva forced out, trying to suck in what air she could as Candy locked in her headscissors. Though she was tired, and feeling weak, she still reached up. She grit her teeth, and clawed at Candy's legs, trying to grab onto her thighs. She tried to raise her upper body at the same time, trying both weakly and desperately to lift Candy up, or at least throw off her balance, hoping to get her to fall and break the headscissors before she could knock out Aisha with the hold.

[Devastated]

Candy Cane gasped out in pain as she felt those nails of Aisha dig into her soft pale flesh, dragging across her thighs and leaving red streaks as she then felt her feet starting to be raised up...the crystal clear blue eyes of Candy Cane widening as she was forced to stumble off of Aisha and stumble forward towards the far off wall, catching herself with her hands against it.

The redhead would turn around and look on at Aisha, it seemed as if the pop-diva didn't know when she should quit! Candy Cane growled out. The door to the hallway to the right of Candy Cane as she was facing Aisha. The Canadian punk-rocker would step forward a step, then another, she was determined to end things here and now. Going full force towards Aisha and attempting to crash into the Dancin' Sista no.1 body to body, hands reaching for that hair as she'd go in for a simple hairpulling end to try and bring Aisha down to the left!

[Lunaspark]

As Candy fell away, Aisha rose up to her knees, leaning partially against the wall as she turned her gaze back towards the punk rocker. She was panting, her sizable breath heaving as she struggled to take in air, but she was free from the headscissors, and there was space between her and Candy. That was the important part, keeping space and getting a moment, no matter how short, to catch her breath.

But soon enough, Candy came charging in, and Aisha was tackled, brought back down to the floor of the locker room. She shrieked as Candy yanked on her hair, but enough was enough, and Aisha wasn't going to go down without fighting back. She reached up and grabbed two thick handfuls of red hair in her own hands, and began to pull, and yank on it, as she attempted to roll over on top of Candy, trying her hardest to gain the dominant position over her fellow Rose.

[Devastated]

Candy Cane came in with a fury as she was looking to end this little brawl once and for all, when she tackled Aisha down, their slightly wet, naked frames smacking into each other with an audible wet smack sound. The busty women started to pull on each others hair, and with the help of her slightly heavier frame and slight power advantage Aisha soon turned the position around on Candy Cane, who roared out in agony and anger at it.

Being underneath Aisha felt wrong to her, physically and mentally as she would try to fight her way upwards, trying to get them both onto their knees, pulling and jerking on Aisha's hair as their supple, wet and totally naked frames ground up against each other, sliding and slipping against each other. if they didn't hate each other so much they would probably be turning each other on by now.

[Lunaspark]

Aisha roared right back at Candy as she rolled atop of her, jerking on her hair, fury in her eyes as she stared down at the woman. This was it. Both of them were tired, and hurting, and sore. Between their match earlier in the night and now the brawl in the locker room, Aisha knew she wouldn't last much longer, and she had a feeling Candy was about done too. Whatever happened, whoever came out on top in this struggle, Aisha knew it would be soon.

If she had known was Candy was thinking at that moment, she might not have denied it, either. As close as they had been to each other, as much as their naked, wet bodies had ground and rubbed against one another's, Aisha couldn't have denied that she would have been turned on if it had been any other woman. It was Candy though, and right now, all Aisha could think about was beating the redhead down, emptying out and unloading the rest of her rage and anger onto the woman.

Soon, the two of them were both up on their knees, facing each other as they continued pulling on one another's hair. Aisha shrieked again at the sensation, hating the feeling of her hair pulling against her scalp. She decided to (briefly) change her method of attack, and soon released Candy's hair from her grip. She let go of her hair and instead lowered her hands, trying to claw at Candy's face with her hands, trying to dig her nails into the punk rocker's face, hoping to get the redhead to follow suit and let go of the Diva's own blonde hair.