Kyoko vs Milana. an Endurance of Abs

Kyoko flew in for the attack going for the drop kick aimed and poised to send her for down on her opponent. Despite this Milana had the chance to move away from the incoming kick and keeping her from being able to strike at her and grabbing her leg. Pulling her and keeping her leg up while Kyoko was down the Queen attempted to move away and try to avoid theme being used against her but it didn’t stop a stomp down onto Kyoko’s belly.

“Guuggh!” Kyoko gasped her body jumping from the big hit while the rest of her jumped with it. Her hands went to Milana’s foot and trying to push her leg away as she tried to endure the painful stomp. Her abs took the brunt of the blow and held firm for the moment, but Kyoko would turn her body hoping to get some better angle to endure.

Milana did not put the main force of the attack on Kyoko's abs into the initial stomping motion, but instead saved it up, letting this be a slow burn of pain which would gradually begin to prickle and sting the skin and muscles more and more. With each second that passed, she applied gradually more pressure, letting her boot dig in deeper and deeper, knowing that the pale flesh would show quite the red imprint of her sole afterwards! Kyoko's belly was anything but yielding, and Milana was shocked by just how little her boot sank in, staying instead almost entirely on the surface.

Almost. She felt, bit by bit, Kyoko's abs tiring. It was only the very beginning of a long process, but it was a start.

The Japanese girl kept on shoving and grabbing at her foot, and Milana eventually reached a point where she could apply no more pressure, and her leg began to tremble from exertion. If she kept it up, she was going to be destabilized, and Kyoko was going to have an opening. So Milana, reluctantly, would pull her boot out of Kyoko's tummy, swinging around to give that leg one more twist, to make sure it still hurt a bit. Then, she would let go, and reach down to grab Kyoko's bright purple hair instead, aiming to drag her over onto her hands and knees.

"Come on..." she instructed, as she tried to get Kyoko on all fours. And, once she was there, Milana would try to snap her legs shut around Kyoko's skull, putting her into a tight standing headscissor!

Kyoko’s abs stopped the boot where they could but she felt the force of the women on top of her trying to grind her abs down. Not finding much success but Kyoko wasn’t planning on giving her the time she needed to get it done. Focusing instead on bringing herself around for another fight she slowly forced Milana to let her off, before the girl on top instead just turned around entirely bringing her foot with her so that her leg twisted causing Kyoko to let out a soft hiss before she followed along turning to her front. Kyoko didn’t need to wait very long to figure out why she was doing that before she moved around her and wrapped those legs around her head.

A second hiss, more chocked then the last left her lips as her head was put in a vice trying to escape the bad situation she now found herself in. Her head was shaking in place looking to slip out while she also attempted to pull on the legs and prey her head free.

Milana managed to get Kyoko's head trapped between her legs, and, once the Japanese girl was caught, Milana let a pulse of pressure ripple through her legs and snap the vice ever tighter around the belly fighter's cranium. If there was any part of her body that Milana took care of in the same way that Kyoko took care of her abs, it was her legs—as a track athlete, if she didn't have strong legs, she didn't have much of anything at all. She felt Kyoko pulling on them, shaking her head, trying to escape. She wouldn't let that happen. She squeezed tighter and tighter, flexing her thighs more and more.

But Kyoko's head was not her target. For some reason, she had agreed to focus this match on the belly, and so it was Kyoko's belly she had to go after. While keeping Kyoko in that standing headscissor, Milana would hunch over and swing with one arm, hitting the side of that belly with an open-handed palm strike. Then she would swing around and strike her again, again with an open palm, from the other side. She was beginning the process of breaking that midsection down, and would try to keep that up, striking from one side, then the other...

As the struggling continued Kyoko was feeling Milana try and increased the the pressure around her neck keeping her from just escaping but Kyoko didn’t just give up. She knew it would be rough but this position was one she couldn’t allow to continue if she wanted to win. And given the circumstances this match was essentially a must win for her. Keeping at it she soon felt Milana’s real strategy of attacking her sides over and over again.

“Uggh! Nggh!” Kyoko gasped as her body was subjected to strikes from both sides. Neither particularly painful but clearly doing enough to wear at her while she had her trapped. Kyoko needed to act now mustering a moment of strength she would try and use the fact she was on her knees to try and push up. Pulling on her toes legs to try and lift her in the air to try and escape, holding her in a way that if she managed to get up Milana would be hanging upside down behind her which she would use to try and push down and drive her down with an Alabama slam.

Milana's strategy seemed to be paying dividends, as she was actually getting some real, genuine grunts of pain out of the Belly Queen with each palm strike to her flank. The strikes were not going to finish the match by themselves, but every one brought Kyoko one more inch closer to breaking, and every single inch counted when Milana had a deficit to make up from the very start of this race.

Smack. Smack. She kept at it, making sure those sides were nice and tender. But her time on top finally ran out, as Kyoko showed off strength of something other than her abs as she lifted straight upwards, not fighting to pry Milana's legs apart, but going in a direction that Milana couldn't defend against. She couldn't stop that, no matter how strong her legs were. Kyoko had a lower center of gravity right now, and hence the advantage. "Aaaah!" Milana gasped, as she suddenly flipped over, hanging upside down on Kyoko's back as the other girl rose up to her full height.

And she was in perfect position for an Alabama slam, being flung forward, swinging two hundred and seventy degrees to land hard on her back on the canvas, her legs releasing Kyoko's skull on impact, her lips letting loose a cry of pain as her whole body shot through with pain! "Gyaaanngghk!"

Bringing her opponent up and over coming the advantage she had took a great deal of power, the kind you usually didn’t expect some like Kyoko to have. But everyone who did think that paid for it and despite the pain in her head and neck from such an endeavor she had dropped Milana painfully onto her back and left her in a vulnerable position. Taking a second to rub her aching head she looked down at her foe and would go for an elbow right into her stomach.

“Not bad. But I don’t get beaten that easily.” Kyoko said hoping to crush her with that first hit before she turned her attention to the to the rest of her. While she could just focus on her belly the whole time that kind of strategy would mean Milana would be able to keep attacking her regardless. Throwing herself forward and turning around Kyoko would plop her legs near Milana and then try and get a good headscissor of her own. “I can appreciate good legs as well. Case and point mine are pretty kickass.” She taunted giving her opposition a big squeeze

Milana knew she was in a vulnerable position right now—just about as vulnerable as was possible in a match focused on belly punishment. She began to turn over, trying to get down on her front to protect her abdomen, but she could only turn ninety degrees before Kyoko dropped down on top of her with that elbow, digging the bony joint into Milana's flank, getting some measure of revenge for the palm strikes to her sides that she had just suffered.

And Kyoko's revenge tour continued with her next move, as she laid down directly next to Milana and stretched out her legs, closing pale thighs around Milana's head. The Briton groaned as she suddenly began to feel a huge amount of pressure building up inside her cranium. Her ears were being squeezed so hard that she almost couldn't hear Kyoko's boasting, but she heard it, as if it were underwater at some great distance.

She groaned again, and let out a little snarling sound, as she thrashed about, hands coming to those legs to try to pry them apart...

Kyoko dropped down with all the force she could muster but didn’t get the full impact she was looking for. Still what she did get wasn’t something she could complain too much about either, still getting her side and stopping her from fully moving out of the way. Making it that much easier to trap that pretty head between her own pair of legs. The scissorhold probably wasn’t her best submission move but it was certainly one she was familiar with holding the trapped girl while her hand would run across Milana’s belly before dropping her fist down onto it.

“Got you right where I need you.” Kyoko said trying to throw a few more punches to Milana’s belly. All the while she kept the leg hold on knowing that despite the pressure she could at least try and hold it down just a bit longer. Milana wasn’t making it easy though and her scissorhold had some effort to be maintained.

Kyoko's legs were not as strong as Milana's, but that did not mean much when it was Milana's head that was trapped between them. Ninety percent as good was as good as one hundred percent when it was something other than direct competition between those chosen body parts, and especially when targeting the head, a body part which could not be trained like a belly to endure any additional punishment.

"Ggh..." Milana groaned, which turned into a bark of pain as the first punch came in. The second and third struck, and she knew her tummy would start to tire fast under these conditions. She was already at a disadvantage—she didn't need this! "Gaah! Ugh!"

Her earlier thoughts, about how Kyoko's legs didn't need to be stronger than hers to crush her head, struck her then, as she thought about how Kyoko's head must still be ringing from her standing headscissors. It took at least as much pain as her own was sustaining right now. Milana was trying to play catch-up with her abs...but Kyoko had to with her legs and her head right now.

Quickly, Milana would throw her legs up and around Kyoko's head again, trying to drag her down, trying to lock on a headscissor of her own and squeeze as tightly as possible, to restrict her foe's view and to cause more pain to tire and distract her! In the meantime, though she could barely see over Kyoko's butt and back to aim, Milana would try to arc a few punches with her free hand down into Kyoko's belly!