Ambivalent Love- Bianca and Mille.

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*Without giving Millie an iota of credit, Jess was already on the verge of preparing a snarky retort to Millie's inevitable meteoric fall to the ground below her. Much to the southerner's disbelief and shock however, all it managed to do was douse the already flammably tense situation with a gallon of gasoline* "H..how in the heck...!!!" *Before Jess could fully ponder over how this resilient bimbo was capable of not only enduring such a vicious blow to her stomach, but have enough spare oxygen in her lungs to have a followup taunt, she felt the immensely powerful wrath of a woman who seemed to be her equal in terms of endurance.*

"GGNH!" *Jess tensed herself up from the blow, inadvertently giving Millie's power a vestige of credit by digging her heels hard into her custom-sized boots and retreating a few inches backwards.* "Huh..yah ain't all talk...I like ah girl that knows how tah fight~" *Attempting to throw Millie's stoic demeanor through a loop, Jess would banter with her for a moment before retaliating by crashing all of her gargantuan frame into her, refusing to be outdone by a stranger in her own domicile.*

"O..oh god...what is my life right now..." *Bianca covered her face inside of her palms, a distressed sigh easily being muffled within them as she simply couldn't come to terms with the reality she was currently suffering through- All she wanted was some blissful alone time with the woman she craved so desperately, and now it seemed as though her best laid plans had gone completely awry.*

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Millie kept her stoic demeanour, staring down the southern belle as she managed to not only withstand Jess' attack, but throw one back. It might not have sent the redhead tumbling back on her ass like the Briton had been hoping, but it had sent her back a few inches. Plus, if the attitude she was being thrown now was any indicator, it had quite annoyed the southerner. Good.

"I went through boot." Millie replied coldly, "You'll have to do better."

Then Jess came crashing towards her. Millie didn't back away or try to run, instead she just charged right back at Jess, crashing their bodies together in the impact. Feeling the southerner's weight advantage immediately, Millie knew that she wouldn't be winning any straight up confrontations. This belief was further proven as she felt herself being slid backwards, despite her best efforts. So, with a snarl, the Briton grabbed at Jess' hair and tried to twist a leg around the cowgirl's, wanting to trip her and drop them down to the ground - with Millie on top, of course.

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*Struggling to maintain any semblance of dominance, Jess grated the rows of her teeth against one another while trying to steer Millie towards the pavement- She had always grown so accustomed to outright controlling any and every confrontation she had ever been engaged in, that someone as unyielding and unwavering as Millie sent a shiver down the southerner's spine. It became abundantly clear that Jess was far too distracted with tangling up in the European's guard, that she hadn't paid any mind to Millie's strategic foot placement, which would prove to be her untimely demise.*

"W..what in tarnation...??!" *Murmuring in a dumbfounded voice, Jess quickly realized that she was tangoing with someone who already knew this dance all too well- Millie was no ordinary brawler, and to Bianca's delight, began toppling Jess in what seemed to be no time flat. With a sonorous "THUD!" Jess's backside was introduced to the ground, coaxing out a plaintive whimper from the towering texan.* "Ggrrhh!...F..fuckin...b..bitch..." *Jess muttered through faint gasps, trying to shift her weight sideways in an attempt to roll Millie over.*

"Oh lord..p..please, neither of you hurt yourselves!" *Bianca began to fret, knowing full well her request would surely fall upon deaf ears- She had known Jess long enough to expect nothing less than a full, barroom brawl whenever she got like this, and Millie, while having only been involved in her life for a few weeks, didn't exude the type of personality that screamed pacifist. Admittedly, she felt a bit of excitement while nervously spectating the skirmish- Both women were extremely talented in their art of fighting, and if nothing else, this would serve to be quite the spectacle.*

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It seemed like Millie had turned out to be more trouble than Jess had expected, and that realization was music to the Briton's ears. Letting a small, but in no way friendly, smirk form at the corner of her lips, Millie fell with the tumbling Texan and immediately started to work towards locking her opponent down. She may have been more polite in a match, but here? Now? With the way Jess had burst in and immediately started running her mouth, Millie was feeling less than generous.

"That's right." Millie said, a devilish look crossing her face as she was called a bitch. "And I can be far worse..." She added, ominously.

The Briton tried to slide her way into an armlock on her heavier opponent, but Jess obviously wasn't having it. With a growl, Millie found herself being rolled along with the cowgirl. There was no way she wanted to get trapped underneath someone with about fifty pounds on her. So the Briton waited until they were on their sides, then wedged herself in place with an elbow, and grabbed at Jess' hair with her free hand, hoping to get a good grip and tug hard to mess with the Texan more.

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"Hrrrhh! Y..ya'll bettah release mah hair, otherwise I'm stomping that cooter'a yers something fierce!" *Adept in the ways of freeform fighting, Jess wasn't about to question the talent Millie possessed in regards to handling herself- Jess could tell just by the way she handled herself that clearly, Millie had seen her fair share of brawls, and she wasn't about to embarrass herself with her lover in attendance. To prevent herself from being too quickly overtaken by the resilient brit, Jess tucked her chin into her neck and tried to throw a heaving, right cross aimed at Millie's snout in an attempt to rattle her grip against her mane.*

"Mmmhh..w..well...might as well enjoy the show..." *The inner conflict Bianca felt was gradually beginning to subside, as she realized that both women seemed more than content with pulverizing one another- Why bother wasting her breath, she thought. Neither woman was going to acknowledge her ardent pleas for a truce of some type. So, quickly sprinting off to find herself a reliable chair, she propped it up and planted her curvaceous posterior down to snag a ringside seat for the tussle that was transpiring before her.*

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Millie took the cross with a snarl, letting go of Jess' hair as she was rattled back, blinking away the pain. But that wasn't going to be enough to get Millie to back off. Especially not with Bianca here and their planned, nice evening ruined by this twat. Feeling her nose, Millie looked down to notice a drop of blood that had been knocked loose by the blow she'd just taken.

With another snarl, she grabbed at Jess' shirt, trying to pull the larger woman in so she could get a better blow on her. If she was successful there, she would throw a headbutt straight at the cowgirl's snout in retaliation. In a fight like this, Millie felt no requirement to hold back on her more primal brawling instincts.

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*As soon as her punch landed clean, Jess knew that she had struck liquid, crimson gold- A sense of smug satisfaction surging through her southern frame, the auburn texan was on the verge of releasing a condescending chuckle, until suddenly* "THWACK!" *Millie decided to retaliate before she had the chance to revel in her success.* "Hhnnhh!" *Visibly stunned by the staggering shot to her face, Jess couldn't refuse the immediate instinct to cover her face with both of her hands, leaving her vulnerable to whatever Millie deemed appropriate to punish her with.*

"O..oh lord!" *Bianca reeled backwards, wincing from the visceral power Millie generated from such a devastating attack. She had to admit that such a wild and ruckus ruckus skirmish was far more than she had ever anticipated for the evening, but she certainly wasn't complaining- Plenty of diehard fans of the sport would pay big money for a fight of this caliber, and she was graced with the luxury of having a front row seat to the throwdown of the century.*

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"Mmn-!" Millie grunted as her head made contact, forehead smacking against Jess' snout, leaving Jess seemingly stunned, the cow girl's hands covering her face, leaving the rest of her wide open to whatever punishment that Millie decided was appropriate. Were this a match, Millie would probably go in swinging, wanting to beat Jess down. But this wasn't just a match, Jess had decided to embarass her date and pick a fight which deserved something a little worse.

Crawling up onto Jess, Millie would look at Bianca with a mischevious smirk on her face and a glint in her eye. The Briton would start around Jess' hips, aiming to drive a knee into the cowgirl's crotch, before straddling her opponent around the neck, grabbing at Jess' arms and trying to pull them away from the Texan's wounded face. Her goal was to pin them above Jess' head, then place her in a humiliating schoolgirl pin. Bianca deserved to get some revenge for the humiliation, after all.

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*Having her unreliable defense exposed was mortifying enough, but to endure something so discombobulating wasn't what the cowgirl was accustomed to- The instant Millie forced her taut arms downwards, it became abundantly clear that the indomitable brit wasn't pulling her punches whatsoever.* "NHH!" *Jess hissed from the tactile pressure against her feminine cooter, momentarily stunned from such a dastardly shot. Before she had time to recuperate however, Millie was hellbent on proving her superiority, and she did so in the form of a forceful pin.* "Ggrrrhh..g..get..y..yer fat ass..o..offah me!" *Jess screamed, still bewildered by the audacity Millie had after ramming her wrecking ball of a fist into her now quivering pussy. In an act of pure desperation, Jess launched a haphazard knee aimed at the lower section of Millie's spine, hoping to rock her positioning.*

*From the sidelines, Bianca shuddered at the contact Millie's knuckles made, shutting her eyes in an effort to mitigate the shivering she felt crawling up her spine.* "Ooooh! T..that felt painful, and I wasn't even hit by it!" *Apprehensively shifting her focus back on the action at hand, Bianca noticed a twinkle from Millie's eyes- There was...just a sliver of enjoyment emanating from deep within them, and Bianca couldn't help but giggle at how impish the otherwise stoic Millie appeared to be.*

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Millie liked to put on a stoic face in her matches. It tended to mess with her opponents, in addition to her... other reasons for it. But here? She was letting her playful side out more than she normally would, and to be perfectly honest it was adorable watching Bianca's reaction to it. However, despite her date's rather cute responses, Millie still had a fight to win. A fight that certainly didn't seem to be waiting for her to catch up.

"Gahk!" The Briton grunted, Jess' knee launching up into the back of her spine. With a hiss, the Briton fell forwards, onto Jess' face as she grabbed at her back with one hand and supported her stance with the other. Coughing and wincing, Millie found herself rolling off onto her side, taking small, sharp breaths as she felt pain bubbling up around the impact.