Kyoko vs Milana. an Endurance of Abs

"Uuurh..." Milana replied to Kyoko's rhetorical question about her legs. She did indeed know how to use them. They were her deadliest weapons, both in terms of granting her her speed and as actual implements of offense against her opponents.

Now, it seemed Kyoko wanted to show off her own leg work. Not as strong as Milana's legs, not quite, but hers were very shapely and obviously highly-trained, as were all parts of Kyoko's body, making fair complements to her much-talked-about belly. Before Milana could really recover from being dropped on her noggin, Kyoko pulled her arm up away from her belly, stepped back...then stepped forward again, driving her boot into Milana's gut.

It sunk in deep, and Milana's abdominal muscles very nearly crumpled right then. Her eyes shot open wide and she let out a loud, agonized bellow, one that was more than matched mere seconds later as Kyoko delivered another punt to her gut, and Milana thrashed and spasmed and felt tears of anguish form in the corners of her eyes!

Those kicks were incredibly vicious, and Milana wondered whether, in a match not bound to the idea of belly punishment, Kyoko would have seen fit to start stomping on her head. She hadn't thought the purple-haired girl capable of such brutality, but the way her abs were heaving in white-hot agony right now, she supposed anything was possible.

Kyoko didn't try to finish the match just yet, and seemed like she was toying with Milana now, as she spent nearly a minute dragging her over to the ropes. Milana's legs spasmed and thrashed, trying to kick on the canvas and shove away, but Kyoko had a tight grip on her, and her belly pain prevented her from making any coordinated effort at countering the other girl's plans. Her limbs were all still in good condition, but she was too distracted to stop Kyoko from tying her up in the ropes. Finally, the pain was starting to subside...but not in time, as she saw that knee coming.

At least this time she was able to brace herself, letting out only a long, low grunt. It almost felt good in comparison to the punts she had just taken.

Kyoko got down on her level and quickly started working her over, obviously going for the victory right now. Punch after punch, into all sectors of Milana's abdomen, some of which sopped up the blows fine, others of which began to bend and crack under the pressure. Slowly, Milana was working her arms free of the ropes. If she could just endure a few more seconds...

Milana's abs felt as though they were contracting, each individual muscle tightening up into a specific point, no longer a full shield across her belly but a series of scutes, like the skin of a Nile crocodile. So far, that feeling was just in her head, as Kyoko's series of blows did not break through completely. With each punch, Milana would work her arms a little bit closer to free. At this point, she needed them to be free in order to fight back, but she knew she was not going to be able to win the match with her arms. She needed to factor her powerful runner's legs into the equation...

Kyoko backed up, and Milana felt her arms almost untied from around the ropes. Frantically, as her opponent moved in, she would wiggle them, feeling them slip around the tight cord at last. And, with no time to spare, Milana would dive forward, tucking her head down and rolling. Then, as she flipped over, she would lash out with her leg as Kyoko's leg sailed over her head, trying to land a quick flip kick right into the Japanese girl's gut to force her back, put her on the defensive...and maybe, just maybe, steal this match out from under her!

Milana was running on fumes, but she knew she had done plenty of damage to Kyoko already. It was time to pull out all the stops and go for broke.

Her boot dug deep into Kyoko's unprepared, unflexed stomach, getting a real sound of agony from the Belly Queen and forcing her back again. Milana would not wait to let Kyoko recover, and dove forward, springing from her kneeling position, aiming to slam her elbow into Kyoko's abdomen with a harsh swing of her arm, putting all of her weight behind it.

And then, staying low, Milana would hammer punches, left then right then left again, into Kyoko's abs, hoping to break them down with the sheer volume of punches and the speed, looking to take the girl down so that she could trap her in a good hold!

Milana was on her feet, but her knees were bent, keeping her body low, almost in the sort of crouch that she might assume right before the start of a sprint. That way, her all-but-broken tummy was not a viable target for the purple-haired belly lover. That way, her own head was on the same level as Kyoko's abs, letting her hammer away at them to her heart's content, listening to the groans and cries of her opponent grow louder and louder with every punch, every last bit of damage done.

She had caught Kyoko with her abs unflexed, and it seemed like the girl was struggling to bring those defenses up in the middle of the attack. Milana pushed her opponent further back with each punch, feeling that body struggle to stay aloft, and Milana would aim to really break Kyoko now. Coming from her low position, the British fighter would suddenly throw her body upward, right arm spinning around and then firing directly into Kyoko's solar plexus, staying there and digging in deep, hooking upwards almost underneath the girl's ribs as Milana rose to her full height and tried to lift Kyoko off of her feet with the uppercut!