Something something something Abs (For Daaharu)

Lia Cross had been away from AFW for a while and she had needed to get back into the swing of things. That necessitated a trip to the gym. Lia liked the gym. The AFW gym provided far, far more than a workout. For starters, it let Lia check out the competition, how they moved, their exercise routines. She needed to scope out the competition. There were a lot of familiar faces on the grounds, on the shows, and at the pay per views, but there were quite a few newcomers. The character of the competition here had surely been shaken up. Lia was going to have to work hard to catch up the scene.

Another benefit of the gym was a wonderful chance to ogle. Lia had developed a bit of a fitness and muscle kink in her time abroad, to match her many other perversions. And where better to score an all you can eat buffet for the eyes than at the gym?

But if you asked her, it was all totally, totally research. Totally.

But perhaps the best benefit of all? Showing off. Lia's sports bra did very little of this, keeping her assets close to her chest, as it were. Normally, she would rate her tits as "totally awesome" but at AFW, tits bottomed out at "pretty awesome." There just was not much point to showing those off here. Lia had something she much preferred to show off, her physique, which her tight cotton sweatpants played into perfectly (The rabbit ears were, as usual, ornamental but always necessary.). Her "oh so sexy" biceps, her "C'mon, bounce a quarter off 'em, you know you wanna" buns, and, her proudest achievement, her "totally TOTALLY killer" abs.

This meant her routine involved probably far more stretching than was probably medically advisable but, sometimes, her body simply had to be displayed and it really needed to just take one for the team.

As Lia was about to wrap up a set of hanging leg raises until she got the distinct impression that someone was actually watching her and not just something out of her imagination. Naturally, she tried to squeeze in another set to show off.

Fallon loved working out. Back home in Fresno, California, she had been pretty much a part of the scenery at the local gym. Her regimen was not exactly the most strenuous of the regulars there—that particular facility had catered to several professional bodybuilders, Hollywood stunt actors, not to mention all the “normal” fitness freaks—but there was one thing that no one could deny: those years at the gym had sculpted her abs to sexy, stone-like perfection.

Fallon had a belly fetish, and that was the real reason she loved going to the gym so much—being muscular enough to kick pretty much anyoneâ€s ass was great, but the opportunity to ogle other girls†sexy bellies, and show off her own in return, was what kept Fallon coming back. Her mindset had not changed one bit since she arrived in Tokyo—if anything, she had been going to the gym even more frequently. As much as she loved her gym back home in Fresno, whenever she was there she had to deal with gross, ugly guys, old people, and lots of fatties. She wished them the best, but she didnâ€t really want to ogle a hairy old man ass while she was doing her hundred daily crunches. Here at AFW, it was all girls, they were all young and fit, and very few of them seemed to bother covering their stomachs while they were working out.

She was leaning against the wall-length mirror at the far end of the gym, taking a quick breather after finishing a set on the leg press machine (even if the abs were her main focus, she couldnâ€t just ignore the rest of her body!). A small white towel was draped across her shoulders, and she took greedy gulps from a dripping, ice-cold water bottle. She wore very little—a yellow sports bra, a pair of skintight black spandex shorts, and, perhaps oddly, the small pair of tiger ears which she wore in the ring. Fallon wasnâ€t quite sure why she had decided to wear them to the gym that day—it had just been sort of an impulse. They made her look cuter. That was probably what had convinced her.

She still had a few more machines to go before she could call todayâ€s visit to the gym a success, but one thing gave her pause. That thing was the lovely belly of a bunny-eared cutie who was currently wrapping up a set of hanging leg raises. It looked solid, yet still smooth and sexy—much like Fallonâ€s own midsection—and the mere sight of it made the Californian smile. She would linger for a few moments, watching the movement of the bunny girlâ€s body as she exerted herself. She would even stretch her upper body back a bit, tightening her own abs, mentally comparing them to those of this mystery girl a few yards away.

Lia caught a glimpse of her audience. She had to nearly hurt herself stretching to see her, but she did. The woman was wearing tiger ears! Lia had to bite her lip to contain herself, though her rabbit ears certainly twitched in excitement. In addition to the ears, of course, she was clearly dressed to show off too, and holy cow did she ever have something to show. She was cute as minx but her physique may as well have been chiseled out of marble. Her abs definitely ranked at least "totally killer." It took all of the effort Lia could muster to avoid looking down at herself and comparing her own midriff against the girl's. She was being watched. She had to stay cool, after all.

Come to think of it, I did not get THAT good of a look. Maybe they deserved the second totally... No, no, bad Lia! Stay cool dammit! She leaned back, taking a step to try to give the girl a view of her side as she threw her arms back and pumped her chest out in the sort of stretch you only do if you want people to look at you.

Finally, she grabbed a weight plate and sat back down on the floor. Clasping the weight plate behind her head, she began to do crunches.

Fallon could hardly go on to the next machine now—the girl with the killer abs had noticed her! If she ran off to continue her workout now, she would look like one of those flighty girls who admire better wrestlers from afar, but run off at the moment that theyâ€re spotted. One of those girls with very little self-esteem. That wasnâ€t her at all. This girlâ€s abs were totally awesome, sure, but Fallonâ€s were totally, completely awesome, and she would put them up against this girlâ€s—or any other girlâ€s—any day of the week. She was not a mere admirer—she was an admiree, more than worthy of the worship of any woman!

She would play it cool, pushing herself off of the wall and taking a step forward, watching as the bunny-eared girl stretched her arms back and puffed out her chest. Fallon smirked—she knew that move. She used that move! The girl was trying to give her a show! Well, Fallon had seen the way the girl glanced back at her, and she was going to give this girl a little show of her own. After the bunny girl had grabbed a weight plate and laid down on the floor, Fallon would make her way over to the same rack and grab another plate of equal weight to the one her subject of interest had taken.

She would carry the plate over to the opposite wall—maybe ten or fifteen feet away from where Miss Bunny Ears was doing her crunches—and would lay down, putting the plate behind her head and beginning to do her own crunches. She would time them so that she came up just as her counterpart was going back down, allowing her to get a good glimpse of the girlâ€s belly without the girl being able to tell whether or not she was staring (which she sort of was).

The tiger-eared girl (A fellow animal-ear lover. Score!) made her intentions known. She set up opposite Lia and did the same exact exercise with the same weight! Lia could barely stifle a grin. If this hottie wanted a challenge, she had come to the right place. Of course, she timed her crunches just so that Lia could not catch a good glimpse of her. She no doubt was taking in all of Lia's form though. No fair not sharing! With a huff of effort, Lia quickened her pace, trying to catch a glimpse of the tiger-eared cutie. When their faces met on the same upswing, Lia stuck out her tongue at her playfully before resuming her set... but not before she finally scored a look at her abs in motion. They were very impressive. She definitely needed to do some "research" on them.

Fallon got a few good glimpses of the bunny-eared girlâ€s awesome figure before the girl began to quicken the rhythm of her crunches, eventually matching Fallonâ€s pace so that, when the brunette next came up, she found herself face-to-face with her lagomorph counterpart. She could not help but crack a smile as their eyes met, and, when the girl stuck out her tongue on the next upswing, Fallon knew that it was on like Donkey Kong!

She would finish the set, meeting the other fitness girlâ€s eyes every time the two of them came up at the same time. By the time she was done, Fallon had worked up a little bit of a sweat, but she still felt pretty energetic. It was time for her to up the ante and see whether this girl could walk the walk the way she talked the talk—figuratively speaking, of course, since neither of the two girls had spoken to the other just yet.

Fallon would rise up onto her feet, picking up the weight plate and bringing it back over to the rack. “Hmm…too light,” she mumbled to herself, making certain that the thought was loud enough for Miss Bunny Ears to pick up. Once she had said that, she would set it back in its place and move down the rack a step, picking up the next heaviest weight plate. She looked over her shoulder and gave the bunny-eared girl a little chuckle and a wink, before heading back to the opposite wall, laying back down, and beginning another set with her new, heavier plate.

There was no hiding it at this point. They both were in it to win now. Lia bit her lip, almost pausing on upswing as she saw that cute tigress hop up and grab a larger weight. Lia had purposely drug her set out longer and now instead of upstaging this girl she was instead GETTING upstaged! This could not pass! Lia pursed her lips and glowered at her sudden rival as she glanced back. Her rabbit ears bent as she seethed. She set the weight down and quickly followed the Tiger Cutie to the rack. Without even a hint of subtlety she grabbed for the next highest weight but then released it. With a wicked grin, she reached for the weight just beyond that. It was... tough to lift one handed but Lia kept her grip tight, hiding the difficulty, channeling her exertion into the grin she flashed the Tigress as she moved back to her seat opposite her. Taking a minute to get situated, she would start a set on this taxing new weight. Her pace was a lot slower but she was able to get herself up with just a bit of difficulty. She hung up for a second to give her rival a wink (And because she was beginning to regret this decision.) before resuming her set.

Fallon noticed the look on Miss Bunny Earsâ€s face as she went to get the heavier weight plate, and the brunette could not help but giggle. She loved competition—heck, she wouldnâ€t be a wrestler if she didnâ€t—and she especially loved winning. And right now, as she laid back down with the heavier plate behind her head, she was most definitely winning.

That did not hold true for long, however. On the second crunch of her second set, Fallon caught sight of the bunny girl exchanging her own weight—for a new one that was even heavier than the one that Fallon was using! The Californian girlâ€s cheeks turned a little pink as her new rival one-upped her. She could not allow this to happen, especially not after the girl gave her that cute little wink, which for all intents and purposes was the same as if she had exclaimed “I sank your battleship!”

Fallon would do a couple more crunches with her current weight plate before getting to her feet and running back over to the rack, dropping the plate back into its place with a loud clanging sound and scanning the heavier ones. Well, if Miss Bunny Ears had picked the one heavier than hers, then she would just do the same. She went two rows across, grabbing the weight just heavier than the one her rival had, and, with a little grunt of exertion, would lift it up and carry it back over to her spot. It was a lot more difficult to lift than the last one, but Fallon managed to make it over there alright and get into position.

“Grrrnnnr…” she groaned, as she would attempt to lift up for her first crunch. It was slow going, but, after a few seconds of struggling, the Californian would manage to heave herself into a sitting position, blowing a raspberry in the bunny girlâ€s direction before going back down.

Lia strained against her weight, hoisting it up slowly with each agonizing crunch. But she focused on doing all in her power to ensure Fallon did not see her strain... Unfortunately, she saw Fallon going for an even HEAVIER weight. She lifted it! And TAUNTED her! No WAY! No WAY IN HELL! She let her weight fell with a heavy thunk and stood back up. With conviction, she stomped back to the weight rack and got something even heavier. This was quickly becoming a terrible idea but Lia refused to let her physique be bested by Ms. Abs Tiger over there.

Lia dropped back down and glared at Fallon with a wicked grin as she leaned back and began to crunch with the weight... or at least try. This was... harder than carrying it down here was.

Fallon was struggling with her new, even heavier weight, and she thought that that was going to be the end of it. She couldnâ€t imagine this bunny-eared cutie could lift anything heavier than this. Even if she had some totally killer abs, her overall physique was just too adorable for her to be very strong! Sure, Fallon admitted, she herself was the same way, but she was the exception that proved the rule. If there were two exceptions to the rule, then it wasnâ€t really a rule, was it?

But there went Miss Bunny Ears, hopping up and exchanging her weight plate for an even heavier one. Fallon fumed, finishing the third crunch with her plate before getting to her feet, grunting a little as she lifted the plate up with her, and jogging over to the rack to replace it with something even heavier than her lagomorph rival. Unfortunately, it seemed that the weight plate that the bunny girl was struggling with was the heaviest one there was. Grumbling, Fallon would set her old one down and pick up another one of the heaviest plates, hauling it—with some difficulty—over to her place on the floor. She would shoot a wicked grin back at the bunny girl before laying down, placing the plate behind her head, and continuing her set.

Or trying to, anyway. This weight was so damn heavy, and the brunette found herself struggling to even lift herself off of the ground. She had noticed how Miss Bunny Ears was having similar difficulties, but…she had thought for sure that she could do it! She needed to be able to do it if she wanted to prove herself stronger!