Kyoko vs Milana. an Endurance of Abs

Her first punch connected but didn’t do much. Milana was widely in full tense more defending herself from those hits which gave Kyoko a nice firm body to punch instead. She could have smiled if not for the fact that Milana fired more hits hitting her belly and solar plexus. “Utgh! Yeah..that’s more like it.” Kyoko muttered offhandedly. The punches connected with her stomach and this time yielded more results as her abs found the punches takin ground. Thankfully Kyoko was still standing and when she went for her gutbuster she got it causing Milana some pain as she felt her knees dig into the meat of that body.

When Milana plopped off Kyoko followed her looking down at the girl as she was looking up. No trash talk or wasted effort this time Kyoko took a few steps back and then just moved forward so she could go and send an elbow right down into the center of Milana cute belly and try to spike the rest of her up.

Milana's defensively-thrown punches hit Kyoko in her belly, and got obvious pain from her even though they were not nearly the hardest punches she could throw. That let Milana know just how much damage she had already done to Kyoko, bringing them to a level playing field, or perhaps one which even favored Milana slightly. Those abs might have started off near-superhuman, but now—after many minutes of tenderizing—they had been reduced to the same level as those of millions of other toned, athletic girls all around the world.

But if Milana thought she now had the edge, it didn't exist for long, as Kyoko would make her move, lifting Milana up, then bringing her crashing down gut-first on that knee. White-hot pain seared through Milana's midsection as for a moment she believed that her stomach really must have been torn open. Even with her bodily integrity intact, she sagged over Kyoko's lap like a deflated balloon, letting out hoarse wheezes of pain, and taking in ragged gulps of air which did not provide much oxygen to lungs which seemingly refused to reinflate.

She rolled off, and her situation improved marginally—for all of ten seconds. Then that elbow dropped, and she was gasping and wheezing, spittle spraying in a wide arc once again. Her head and legs both lifted up for a moment, then collapsed down on the canvas. She let out a rattling hiss as she pawed at her belly with both hands, trying to soothe the pain, as she desperately tried to blink the blur from her eyes...

The difference between the two when it came to taking damage to the body was becoming more apparent with each hit. Milana’s belly was nothing to scoff at, being fairly firm and Milana even more fairly fit, but she didn’t react to pain there like she or Fallon would, hell she knew plenty who had built up a tolerance that there body’s could endure a fair amount before they were left breathless. It was hardly an indictment on her part but it did remind her that she was facing an opponent more like she was on par with back when she was younger rather then the women who tended to match her or try to match her nowadays. Seeing her trying to suck back in a air after the hit while she let her elbow sink in and grind it she watched for the moment.

“That had to hurt. And don’t worry we’re just getting started with making it worse.” Kyoko said, she knew that wouldn’t comfort Milana but she was eager to see the way she’d react. Kyoko finally sat off her foe and grabbed Milana’s head pulling it in and trying to trap her in a dragon sleeper. The home was bad enough but the way it left the body exposed let Kyoko administer her own bouts of pain as she started drilling punches into her body over and over again.

"Uuurrrk..." Milana growled hoarsely, a vein in her forehead seeming to pulse with annoyance at Kyoko's flippant remark. Of course it hurt. Being dropped onto a knee and then having an elbow drop with all the weight of a fully-grown woman into one's gut was bound to be uncomfortable. She didn't appreciate being taunted.

Kyoko had more pain in store for her, and Milana took in all the oxygen she could to restore the flow of strength to her abdominal muscles as she was pulled back, almost laying on top of Kyoko as the girl wrapped an arm around her throat and pressed down, abruptly cutting off that flow of fresh air. It was a sleeper hold, a very slow-burning kind of pain, but one which left Milana's tummy exposed. She flexed her abs right away, and was glad she did, as it was hardly a second before Kyoko's free fist started drilling into them.

It hurt, but they held. She choked back her grunts, the sounds reverberating in her throat but not escaping.

Her own arms were free, and she began fighting back with precision, driving her elbow back into Kyoko's belly, right above her navel, targeting the same spot over and over again, her arm moving with the exactness of a brand-new piston. For every punch her abs took, she drove her elbow back into Kyoko's again. But she knew she could not trade shot for shot like this. Not while locked in a sleeper, and not against Kyoko. So with her other arm, she would try to hook a punch of her own up not into Kyoko's abs—but right into her face.

Bending Milani back Kyoko went right to work on that exposed belly, which Milana had smartly opted to tighten but Kyoko just opted to throw more punches her way. Smacking her fist into the cute belly of the new girl she felt her abs straining to hold on but still not giving up just yet which was impressive after the knee she just out then through. Kyoko would love to know her technique while she had the best abs she wasn’t arrogant enough to assume there were other ways of improving. But any attempt to even make a joke about doing so was met with body punches of her own hitting her belly as Milana threw punches back.

“Nggh! Now we’re talking! Gnngh! You can fight from anywhere, as you should!” Kyoko exclaimed. Even as the punches winded her and gave her own attacks slight pause she was excited that Milana was exceeding the average challenger who was new to this. Throwing faster and harder punches even as her own belly was met with well placed ones she knew she’d win this war of attrition, especially as she centered around that solar plexus and let her fist try to sink in as far as possible. Then she felt a punch that hit her jaw rather then her abs and sent her head looking at the ropes. Her arms briefly tightened around her toes neck then started to weaken.

Kyoko's joke did drive Milana's desire to escape, helping to bolster her defenses, to an extent, as well as adding just a little extra oomph to each of those elbows as she swung it back around in a tight, controlled arc, making sure they nailed Kyoko as close to the center of that belly as possible, trying to damage it where such muscular fatigue could be exploited for maximum effect later. She got several satisfying grunts and other assorted noises of pain out of the Belly Queen, showing just how close this match really was—against what Milana was sure were very long odds.

"Of course...I can! Guuhh!" Milana barked, voice low and hoarse as she delivered a couple more elbows, before making her bid for freedom by swinging a punch up over her shoulder to try to nail Kyoko in the face. A punch from that angle would never be as strong as a properly-thrown hook or straight to a standing opponent, but when Kyoko wasn't expecting it, it might just do the trick.

It did. For an instant, Kyoko's grip on her tightened, but then, just as quickly, it weakened. With both hands, Milana grabbed Kyoko's encircling arm and yanked on it, trying to pull it away from her neck. Then, twisting around, Milana would try to let herself fall backwards, still holding that arm, legs coming up and over Kyoko's chest as the British wrestler tried to pull her opponent into an armbar!

As Kyoko tested the body of the resilient Milana she felt that she could try and squeeze harder on the neck and maybe that would get the job done of rendering her docile. But her desire to see Milana keep trying cost her and instead of focusing on one thing she tired to focus on both which the more focused newbie made her pay for by getting free and quickly using her new freedom to pull on her arm and bring it in for a painful submission hold.

“Ganngh!” Kyoko screamed as her arm was pulled along with Milana’s falling. Kyoko’s other hand would come to grab the end of her own to prevent her arm from being hyper extended too far but she was still in a precarious position that didn’t benefit her in anyway. This home wouldn’t win her foe the match but you didn’t need to be a genius to know taking out someone’s arm in a fight made winning that fight much easier.

Milana managed to reverse her position relative to Kyoko, no longer showing the Japanese fighter her back, now keeping it and her neck just about as far away from Kyoko's roving arms as possible as she fell back onto the canvas with a reverberating thud. She intended to make quick and effective use of her freedom, wearing Kyoko down and softening her up as they were slowly but surely approaching the balance point of the entire match.

Of course, after dominating for quite an extended stretch mere minutes ago, Milana knew she was likely behind on the score cards, as it were, after just a few blows to her abdomen from Kyoko. Indeed, as she settled into the armbar, flexing her powerful legs and putting pressure on that limb, she could feel her abs throb with every little pulse or twitch which went through her body. She had to be careful.

Taking Kyoko's arm out of the equation by rendering it numb and ineffective would be a good start. The best defense, after all, was a good offense.

Milana gave that arm another tug, then thrust with her hips, to put pressure on those joints. And then, she would lift one leg, and bring the back side of it thumping down on Kyoko's belly solidly, trying to create a thick line of red flesh where the muscular leg impacted against that midsection!

As the pressure of Milana’s hold was trying to force her back down all the way and let the armbar be cinched in completely Kyoko knew that now was the most important moment, holding herself together and folding her foe up a little she tried to endure as Milana pulled back stretching what she could and her arm was still suffering from being bent even if she was holding it. Milana didn’t stop there throwing kicks to her belly to boot and hitting her side while Kyoko was unable to block or shift away without losing her position.

This had to change now and so trying to endure the occasional kick she would push up all the way so that Milana was directly on her back and then squeezing as hard as she could so her grip wouldn’t give out she would then lift herself up bringing Milana off the ground with her, holding her there and then attempting to drop her down onto the mat headfirst to try and break the home and stun her foe.

Milana let her whole leg thump down on that belly, going for widespread minor pain as opposed to something very targeted like a kick with her boot which would compromise the integrity of the armbar. After the first got a good grunt from Kyoko, Milana lifted her leg, then let it drop again, making sure to let it land differently than it had before, running across that tummy at a different angle in order to create an X-shaped pattern of reddened flesh. The spot marked by the X would be about halfway between Kyoko's navel and solar plexus—quite coincidentally placed where Milana anticipated the weakest point on Kyoko's abdomen should be.

Kyoko started to shift, and Milana made sure to keep her armbar locked in tight, causing that limb to get more and more worn down with each passing moment. She kept it locked in even as Kyoko shifted and started to bridge up, forcing Milana down on her back. And then, seconds later, as Kyoko started to drag herself into a standing position, in what must have been a massive amount of pain on that captured arm, it was too late for Milana to release her. She hovered only a few inches above the canvas, but when Kyoko dropped her back down, the impact to her head was still enough to stun her. "Gaaaaannngh!" Milana yelped, legs and arms slipping from the armbar as she fell with her butt up in the air for a moment...then slumped down over onto her side.