Trini "Starshine" Carazo vs. Ayane "Empress" Yamamoto

Trini had enjoyed victory over many women before Ayane who had dared to challenge her belly to belly. It seemed that her nationally-recognized exercise videos had made her something of a target for women who were proud of their abdominal musculature. She had made a few friends and a few rivals along the way, and while she wished Ayane would be the former, she felt a growing sense of certainty that she would instead be the latter. The Japanese woman did not seem prepared to handle defeat well at all.

Moving in the hug, Trini would thrust her belly forward once, twice, three times, battering Ayane's abs with each thrust. For several seconds after each collision, it felt as though they could very well meld together, as warm flesh, slick with sweat, slid and grinded together. Then Trini would find a sweet spot where she could maximize damage to Ayane's abs, and would flex her own set to their maximum toughness, chewing up her opponent's belly bit by bit. Then she pulled to the side and grinded her abs very slowly, brutally across Ayane's from right to left, as if trying to pull those muscles off of the woman's body altogether; and then she would repeat the same motion from the opposite direction, the whole time staring into Ayane's eyes and daring her to keep up.

Ayane wasn't some plaything for anyone to mess with and think they could own her she would try and control the fight from here by going after Trini's belly from any angle Trini tried to fight her from. The Empress felt Trini tried to go for certain angles and Ayane would turn or adjust her body to make sure she was prepared to meet her there and thrusting at her core, she felt her body for any signs of weakness and kept grinding her abs against her to try and see what she could force out of her. She did start to notice a spat that seemed to be getting reactions from Trini, one that even when looking at her was always met with Trini changing course. It wasn't an easy spot since she was still feeling toughness but...

Ayane decided to test it out a little and focused by pushing into Trini then thrusting her core in the center and trying to force her to feel it then she would lean up to try and grind upward before slightly lowering her focus to go down. The entire time she would wait before she would focusing on the center again, seeing how Trini reacted to her attacks for any signs she was hitting something that might work.

The two foes were locked into a mutually inescapable position now, attempting the same tactics on each other, neither of them willing or able to back down. If a belly broke, its owner would be helpless to escape from the tight, tight hug, and the other woman would be free to finish her off at her leisure. Trini recognized this, felt the adrenaline pumping through her veins.

"Nnh..." she grunted, in response to one of Ayane's thrusts. The Japanese woman was good, but Trini could feel her opponent's belly getting grinded down, a softer and more sensitive spot seeming to emerge between the dense packs of muscle with each grinding pass. Trini concentrated on it, thrusting her abs hardest into that exact spot and making sure to keep them tight for maximum grinding damage. She kept her eyes locked on Ayane's, watching for even the slightest reaction on her face. This battle was a marathon, not a sprint, so even the smallest twitch would do, and Trini would not be afraid to experiment in attacking the weak spot, as she would suddenly switch from left and right grinding to up and down to see what kind of different reaction that might bring.

Grinding against a plebeian was insulting but the eye contact insulted her even more, somehow this fool thought she could still win this fight now that they had turned it into this grindfest. Ayane refused to consider defeat now and pulled Trini in tight to try and find the perfect moment to crush her, making sure that no one could escape or back out. She kept an iron grip on her waist while trying to iron out the muscles to Trini's belly and leave nothing left but the opening she could crush it with. She started to feel little openings every time Trini met hers to bash it against.

She just needed to find the right one, pushing her abs against Trini's lower belly and rolling it up until they reached the top and then she would swivel to the side to do the same thing, trying to flatten the midsection completely to test it out before she would focus in on her previously, noticing the grunts Trini was giving her around that area and thinking that might be the spot to choose. Feeling her own muscles bristle against Trini's, Ayane would tighten the hug and pull herself closer, resisting the urge not to puke at being this close. Knowing this deviant she might say something about a kiss or something else to make the Empress hurl.

As Trini switched to vertical grinding, Ayane switched to horizontal grinding, which seemed to the American woman to be a good sign. It meant that the Empress was trying to match her pace—that the high-and-mighty woman was following her lead. That, coupled with the slightly soft spots which Trini could occasionally find during the brutal belly-on-belly press, suggested that her foe was approaching a breaking point.

Not a moment too soon, really. Trini wasn't too proud to admit that she herself was gassed. Ayane didn't seem to want to break the hug, and that was okay with Trini. She tightened her arms around her opponent, mighty biceps flexing, the warmth of Ayane's waist spreading over her arms as they dug in. With the bearhug as tight as possible, Trini leaned in, her nose pressing against Ayane's, her breath washing over the other woman's face and vice versa, her eyes not blinking as they stared each other down.

It was just a matter of squeezing and grinding now. By swapping from horizontal to vertical grinding whenever their opponent did, both women could ensure that each of them was dealing maximum damage to the other, with the friction from the contrasting directions hurting them both equally. Only the stronger abs would survive.

Trini just took a deep breath and kept grinding, swapping from left-to-right to up-and-down ever few seconds, focusing on the softest spot she had found in Ayane's musculature...

Ayane pushed against Trini and increased her grinding, pushing into the weak spots she felt. She was encouraged by Trini's exhaustion, telling her that the fight was about endurance in more than just ab forms. All of which Ayane was superior in and she began to smile even when Trini deigned to get close to her, close enough that she could feel her disgusting breath without asking for permission. Ayane ignored it, knowing that she had a little more to go and would give her a tight squeeze while pressing into Trini's belly, the lack of space and the tight squeezing was going to slowly break Trini soon enough.

Pulling Trini up and into Ayane's rotation to strengthen the bearhug and the ab grinding Ayane tries to keep things in her favor by forcing Trini to have limited room to shake her body while Ayane could continue to grinding against Trini or if Trini tried to slow her down too just press into Trini instead, no matter what her body was superior so she could win.

There was no more talking now, just heavy breathing back and forth with both of them blowing hot air in the other's face as their noses pressed together. All the space between them was gone, and all that was left to do was grind and thrust and try to pick an angle that the other woman wouldn't be expecting, so that each scrape of abs on abs would break her down just a little bit faster.

Trini pulled Ayane tighter, and felt herself being pulled tighter at the same time. She kept up the steady, constant attack of abs on abs, grinding left and right as Ayane moved up and down, then suddenly switching, forcing Ayane to keep on following her changes or else risk being outclassed. With both bellies reddening, someone was going to reach a breaking point soon. That someone, of course, would be Ayane—Trini didn't believe in mutually-assured destruction, but right now her abdominal arsenal was going nuclear on the Japanese Empress's midsection.

Trini had her strategy, but Ayane had hers and she was sure it would work. She would push into Trini more and try to center them so that she couldn't use the ropes for an escape. Ayane wanted to then keep her held close and began to rub her abs against the spots in Trini's belly she knew where the weakest, clashing with Trini's abs when they rolled against her she did everything to adjust and try to crush her body against the smaller parts that she was sure she could break down. By keeping a tight focus on those she was sure she could break down the abs entirely.

And it was her confidence in that strategy that fueled her, dancing around in defense before going on offense on those sections, working on her abs as much as possible and squeezing Trini more and more, Trini could try to shift her focus around all she wanted, Ayane refused to relent and planned to be a nagging threat until the challenger broke completely.

The battle continued, minutes beginning to drag out into what felt like hours in the tight clinch, both combatants stubbornly refusing to give up. If she had wanted to, Trini might have been able to fight her way out of the hug and try to put Ayane in another hold, but she knew such a risky effort was unnecessary as her abs were slowly chewing those of the Empress to softened bits. The woman was only barely responding to her changes in grinding direction now, which told Trini that her foe was almost at a breaking point.

Not a moment too soon, really. Her own abdomen was starting to burn with fatigue, twisting like the worst hunger pangs imaginable as the pressure increased more and more. It was more damage than her world-renowned abs had ever before sustained, but it was all a part of the plan. Continuing to tighten her hug, increasing the pressure on Ayane with every passing second, Trini kept on grinding left, right, up, and down, thrusting her abs into the soft spot she was opening up in Ayane's belly, feeling it grow more and more. Any second now the Japanese woman would break.

Any second now...!

Ayane's tactics had changed to focusing on the sweet spots she'd been working on, and slowly battering down with her abs serving as the ram and the grinder at the same time. Trini was putting on a tough face but anyone could see that she was feeling the struggles of the bear hug, that Ayane was making worse with each stroke of her midsection. Ayane was feeling tired too from the constant effort that Trini would pay for but she could see the fruits of her labor when she felt a part of Trini's wall crumble. It wasn't a complete collapse but it was enough to tell Ayane to start going in.

With an evil smile Ayane's hips started to rapidly shake and thrust into Trini's belly with more ferocity than anyone thought she had. Ayane forgo any chance of letting this play out by attrition and began to push and grind against Trini as intensely as possible. It was a truly amazing sight that would've been hot for many of the fans if they weren't worried it was a sign that she was going to be hitting Trini really hard with each bash of her abs.