We are tugging, yanking, pushing, pulling, on each others hair. We are both screaching like two wounded alley cats and the crowd absolutely luvs it. My slap hits square across your face and the sound of it hitting is like sweet music. I know it has to hurt because even my palm is burning. You drop to your knee and then I can't help to notice the crowd is on their feet. With you on one knee it's the perfect time to pounce but you quickly react and scramble back to your feet and your hands yank at mine. With our jerky movements it's just enough for my hands to slip off of your hair. I stumble to the wall and know I might have missed an opportunity and slam my hand on the padding in frustration. I step towards you again...Faintly moving my hands like I am going to attack your hair again but you're on the defensive. I see an opening below and I grab at the front your silver thong and quickly yank up and attempt to start twisting it around my wrist as I yank and jerk at it. Yt