Kyoko vs Milana. an Endurance of Abs

Kyoko hit the turnbuckle in one of the worst ways possible. Not to mention it was all on her stomach as she slowly backed away holding her belly while Milana lingered behind her. Though the girl didn’t linger for very long pulling her back and then once she had enough space putting her into an abominable stretch while she was behind her.

“Uaaaggghh!” Kyoko screamed as she was stretched by the painful stretch, shaking against her captors hold but finding little ground for the moment as the move was well executed and Kyoko for the moment was stuck.

This was going well for Milana. Already at a disadvantage because of the very nature of the match, and having taken a majority of the damage during their initial exchange, it would not have been surprising if most members of the audience had counted the British girl out right then. But she had not only clawed her way back into the fight, but she had the edge now, and the Belly Queen could not make good on her nickname if she did not have the opportunity to assail Milana's belly.

With Kyoko caught in this abdominal stretch, Milana had a great opportunity to break down that near-legendary belly. Her free hand shaped into a claw, all five fingers bending inwards, and dug hard into those taut abs, before raking across, aiming to cause pain all over that belly in every individual muscle! Milana would move the belly claw from near Kyoko's left hip to just under her right breast, then would do it again crossing the other way.

Breaking it down bit by bit, slowly building an edge that even Kyoko's natural affinity for the abdomen could not overcome.

Kyoko was still trying her best to break out of the otherwise painful hold but just up and escaping a situation like this wasn’t exactly easy for anyone. Worse was the fact that she was t done with just the stretch which was already trying to test her body to its limit but then she felt the claw come in working on her belly while it was already dealing with one attack.

“Ngggaaagh!” Kyoko groaned shaking as the claws traveled across her belly. Milana’s claw was trying to wear down the defenses of Kyoko’s most prized body part and leave her broken down. All she could do for the moment was try to fight back as simply looking for an escape wasn’t going to cut it, at least not without enduring more minutes of those aching claws digging into her flesh and slowly leaving dents in her abs. Pulling her arm back she would try and elbow Milana’s side a few times and the. Struggle some more looking for any kind of opening to make and take advantage of.

That groan proved that Kyoko was starting to truly be fatigued by this match, and if that wasn't enough, her whole body was trembling, in a small but, to Milana, quite noticeable fashion. The British girl felt good, but she knew she couldn't let up. After dragging her belly claw across that stretched abdomen once, then again in the other direction, each time leaving light red marks in that taut flesh, she would do it again, once again forming that cross shape, from left hip to right ribs, then vice versa.

After that second pass, Milana could tell Kyoko's struggles were getting more desperate, as the purple-haired fighter began swinging her free arm, her elbow digging in harshly into Milana's side. Milana hissed and growled, taking several shots, her stretch loosening, her control over Kyoko at risk.

If she stayed in this position, Kyoko would just keep elbowing her. And then she really would break the hold, and turn things around on Milana. Best to end this hold now and do so in a fashion which would hopefully maintain Milana's dominance. The British girl would shove Kyoko forward slightly, out of the ab stretch, then grab onto both her shoulders. She would slide her feet outward, then, after bracing herself, would aim to bring one leg shooting upward, to bury her knee right in Kyoko's gut, pulling the woman slightly down into the oncoming blow!

Kyoko had finally started to make ground in escaping the submission, her elbows were digging into the firm flesh of her opponent and Milana seemed to not be as ready for that. So she kept trying it until she started to feel a shift in position, just what she needed to escape. She was suddenly pushed catching her off guard before she was turned around and pulled in for a knee.

“Uggh!” Kyoko groaned, another strike catching her belly and digging into her abs, it felt like a weapon had struck her for a moment and she wobbled back hand dropping to her belly as some form of comfort and protection but with Milana still on her how long would she be protected like this, something told her not very long.

Milana refused to let Kyoko break out on her own terms. She refused to let Kyoko hit her without being hit back. She refused to allow Kyoko even a second to catch her breath. If she were to overcome the disadvantage she opened this battle with, the battle needed to be fought on her own terms. After some early troubles, it seemed that Milana was managing to do exactly that, and while she refused to allow herself to be overconfident, she felt a surge of adrenaline with every successful attack and every grunt of pain from the purple-haired fighter.

Kyoko's hand went down to grope at her belly protectively, but Milana would immediately grab that wrist and pull it away, leaving the belly exposed for a quick jab from her free hand. Letting go of Kyoko's fist, she would let loose a hook with her other hand now, trying to force Kyoko back a step while she was weak.

And then, spinning in place, Milana would try to use her incredibly powerful runner's leg to deliver a roundhouse kick square in the center of Kyoko's exposed gut, trying to send her flying backwards and down onto the mat!

Kyoko was trying to back up and protect herself if only to get a moments breathing room that could make all the difference. Milana wouldn’t have that though, pulling her hand away to drill her abs with another hit. Kyoko let out a groan as her belly met another punch but she quickly found herself hit again before she could react her belly taking punches left and right caused Kyoko to stumble a hit before herself. Milana didn’t hesitate again rushing her and going for a big kick. Her punches were bad enough Kyoko couldn’t take a kick like that without responding. So she responded finally moving to intercept the kick and redirect it one way so she could move in.

“Nice try but not happening.” Kyoko declared moving to drive her knee up and into Milana’s belly while holding her head to keep her steady. If that hit she would try to knee her again before going for a fight under Lol punch to her belly as well.

The punches landed, forcing more air out of Kyoko, keeping her unsteady on her feet, and putting enough distance between them for Milana's next move. As strong as her legs were, she was confident that even Kyoko's semi-legendary belly would not be able to withstand an unrestrained kick without sustaining some significant damage. She moved swiftly, her body spinning with practiced grace, athleticism on full display as her leg swung through a tight arc...

Kyoko managed to bring her arms down to save her abs, deflecting the kick, not totally absorbing its force, but sending it off to the side, just inches from its intended target. Inches in this case were as bad as a mile, as Milana didn't inflict the damage that she wanted, and was left exposed as Kyoko moved inside Milana's kicking perimeter. Milana pulled her leg back, but could not get into a defensive position before Kyoko's knee found her belly in an act of revenge for the knee Milana had landed moments before.

"Uoooogh!" Milana groaned, hunching forward, and when that second knee struck, she doubled over more, with the punch getting the loudest groan yet after the two hard strikes that had come before. "Guuooooghh!"

Milana aimed a quick jab at Kyoko's abs, not trying to crush them now, but just trying to force the woman to back off and give her enough space to recover.

The knee was spur of the moment she was needing to get some hits and found an opening. Now she could really try something. Drilling that belly again she felt herself revived by those screams of pain. She wasn’t a sadist but knowing your opponent was hurt was sometimes the perfect motivation to fire back in. And she needed to fire back in, she had more planned but a punch cut her off one lacking in stopping power and more like a push.

“Ngh! Oh no you don’t..that’s not gonna stop me. My girlfriend blows on my abs harder that punch.” Kyoko would say before she would throw a punch back. Trying to keep her close so she could try and grab her waist, taking a moment she would lift her up and then look to drop her down on her knee for a kind of gutbuster to really put on the hurt.

Milana's punch did not have any particular amount of power behind it, but then, it was not supposed to be a decisive blow. She had wound it up and fired it off largely out of desperation, to force Kyoko to pause and to force her to back off. She might not have backed off, but it did make her pause and reconsider for a moment, breaking the rhythm that the purple-haired belly fighter seemed to have been falling into.

Kyoko took that extra bit of time to mock Milana's effort, which didn't exactly win her many points with the British fighter. Feeling stubborn, and also in no position to block or evade with the two of them so close, Milana had to take Kyoko's retaliatory punch square in the abs, but she flexed hers as tight as they could go as it landed, letting Kyoko feel just how strong her core was and how much further she had to go. As Kyoko grabbed her waist, Milana fired off a pair of harsh jabs, one low and to the side, one higher and right in Kyoko's solar plexus, to show just how much fight she had left in her.

She assumed Kyoko was lining up for a big punch, but the Belly Queen would suddenly drag her downwards, and Milana's eyes would go wide as her midsection collided with that upturned knee. "GAAAAGH!" Milana would drop off of Kyoko's knee and to the side, momentarily stunned by the gutbuster, staring up at the high ceiling!