A ‘Lit’ Belly Battle: Tara Jaeger vs Yoko Littner

[Bare]

Tara chuckled softly as she turned the previous disadvantagous position into a advantageous one. Yeah she still had to deal with the squeeze from Yoko’s arm constricting her ribs, but she could manage it. Besides now Tara was able to return the favor by crushing Yoko’s midsection with her much more powerful legs. On top of pulling the red head face first into her own very impressive rack for a breast smother.

All in all Tara had totally turned the tables on Yoko, her weight, legs, and breasts all working to sap the woman of her energy faster than she could do the same to Tara. But a unfortunate side effect... it was impossible for Tara to react quickly. And this down side would definitely come back to bite her as Yoko dropped them forward on the mat causing a respunding impact!

”Ahhhhh!” Tara yelled in pain her legs comjng loose of Yoko’s waist before being pulled apart by the red head. “Ugh... the hell?” Tara asked as she saw Yoko’s body slinking across her own. Instinctively Tara placed her palms against the mat to force herself up a but to keep her shoulders off the mat in case Yoko attempted to pin her. But with her legs being held down Tara was faced with limited options to retalite.

[ragaz]

Yoko liked hugs, but she preferred them in advantageous for her or no advantage for either fighter type of hugs. However she had to endure Tara's arms AND legs, while also having to hold up the latters weight and have her face being smothered in the American's cleavage.
The cleavage was nice, but Yoko had no intention of giving up the match over it.

Which meant that the redhead had to initiate 'operation potato sack' which was basically dropping the both of them to the mat with Yoko landing on top of Tara with relative comfort compared to Tara, who got sandwiched.
Yokos face was especially comfortable as it dove deeper into Tara's chest than anyone has before, but then the Japanese woman resurfaced and started crawling up the downed opponent. Tara kept her hands spread on the mat and so did Yoko, but for a different reason - for stability and leverage against attempts of rolling them over. "Good morning, Vietnam.". Yoko jested with a smirk when they were face to face, breast to breast and ab to ab.

Meanwhile, Yoko would use her legs to try and snake around Tara's in an attempt to catch them in a grapevine hold.
If Tara resisted too much and Yoko would deem that impossible, then she would try to catch a single leg at least and give her tan friend the good old Thunder Thighs special. Which means squeezing Tara's thigh with her own pair.

[Bare]

Tara grunted in frustration as she felt Yoko crawl up her form, without even looking up she could tell the red head would have a insufferable smirk on her face. Looking up confirmed this suspicion as Tara rolled her eyes at the attempt at a joke. Unfortunately however her current position wasn’t one to take lightly, her hands were pinned down and her legs would soon follow. Left with so few options Tara did the only thing she could... use her head. Literally. Taking advantage of Yoko’s proximity to her face Tara swung her head upwards to hopefully connect with the red head’s face! If the blow was successful and sufficiently stumned the red head, than Tara would use the opportunity to shove her off her beifre rolling to the side to try and get back up to her feet.

[ragaz]

Yoko was slithering over Tara's body, feeling it up in all its glory while securing and pinning the woman's arms and legs. Yoko was enjoying her new position, lovingly brushing her body against Tara's ever so slightly. Same with her legs.
"It seems like you're ghaghk!"
There was the headbutt and then the struggle began. "Uugh! Why does it always have to be a headbutt?!" Yoko complained.
Tara gained an initial advantage, but Yoko managed to stop her as the two laid on their sides with their limbs intermingled same as before. "Uuhhngghk!" Yoko would groan as the two would continue the power struggle, trying to push Tara on her back again and push her forehead against Tara's if she succeeded. That is to prevent future headbutts.

[Bare]

So far Yoko was an... interesting opponet. While she was fierce and a strong opponet she wasn’t... vety focused for Tara’s liking. She could feel the red head feeling her up as she crawled over her, coppong a feel no doubt, and Tara wasn’t exactly.. impressed. Now thats not to say she didn’t flirt herself during matches ir disapporved of it. But.. she beleived in timing of when to do it, and that at a certain point it was best to drop things and go full force. To her they were well past that point and now it was starting to get irritating for her.

As they made it onto their sides Tara could feel their legs still entangled making it difficult to use them. However now her hands were much more available. Feeling Yoko’s head against her own Tara tsked her teeth a bit as she reared her arm back and shot it forward into Yoko’s gut to try and temporarily stun her. If it worked than Tara would attempt to roll them over fully so she was on top, if it was successful she would plant one hand against Yoko’d chest while using her other first to pepper Yoko’s stomach with fast but powerful jabs !

[ragaz]

The girls were on their sides, their legs locked and struggling. Tara's fists however, quickly found their way to the redhead's stomach. "Oohh!" Yoko grit her teeth and refused to let Tara have her way and responded the same way, with a punch to Tara's stomach. And then the two just started to pound each others bellies stubbornly. "Uuhgn gghah. Oockn.. ttsk. Whhah!"

A well timed push put Yoko on her back with Tara on top. Yokos arms immediately went to protect her face and she tensed her abs. Most people normally go for the face in this situation but Tara chose the abs, proving herself to be a lady of culture.
"Ghah! Ugh... Tsch... Oohk..." Tara's hand was well placed on Yokos chest, pressing her down against the mat and preventing her from any real movement while her abs were being peppered. The only thing that Yoko would do, would be with both hands grabbing Tara's arm that was pushing against her chest. Yoko would try to lift it, she would also try to push it to the side... All the while taking body blows.

[Bare]

Legs still entangled together, limiting their respective movements, Tara worked with what she had and settled for taking the top position between them. Managing to do so courtesy of a punch to the gut Tara started to pepper the red head’s stomach while holding ber down by the chest with her free hand.

However the red head just refused to stay down for long. In no time at all Yoko had managed to pull her arms up, gripping the one Tara was using to brace herself. Cursing softly Tara knew that she’d have no way she’d be able to keep up her assault as is if her bracing arm was taken from her.

As her hand was about to be ripper from Yoko’s chest Tara had to think quickly. Using her free arm she shot it down, hand open instead of a closed fist, pressing her open palm against the red head’s stomach. If successful, even with her arm being ripped from Yoko’s chest Tara would curl her fingers into Yoko’s stomach, attempting a belly claw to maintain her leverage on top of Yoko while dealing further damage!

[ragaz]

Yoko grimaced during and after her abs got pounded, but she managed to pull through it and push Tara's arm to the side. However, Tara just could not seem to get enough of Yokos belly and kept her other hand on it, pressing it down into Yokos shapely midriff. Well, that was not all...
"Nngaaahh!" Yoko moaned out when she felt claws digging into her flesh.
Yoko saw only one choice in this situation.
"There's time and place ghhh... For this... Nngaaah!" The words probably didn't make a lot of sense in this case, but Yoko just wanted to throw Tara's phrase right back at her.
That is while also letting her right hand go of Tara's arm while keeping her left hand on it.

And this is where Yoko would force Tara to make a choice by throwing a right hook towards Tara's jaw. Even if Tara was quick enough, she would have to let go of the belly claw to defend herself. And if Yokos arm was not caught or something, she would throw another hook, and another, and then another one...

[Bare]

Tara grunted and held the claw in, digging her fingernails as deeply into Yoko’s belly as she could get them. Trying her best to ramp up the pain as much as she possibly could on the red head to force a submission. An unorthodox submission but one none the less that would count towards the match type at hand.

Twisting her hand deeper and torquing the skin she stared down into Yoko’s eyes, ignoring the girl’s response, no longer in the mood for joking and instead focused solely on the situation at hand. It was probably for that reason that Tara took a punch to the face. Then another. And another and another.

Despite her best efforts to hold on and keep her grip on Yoko the punches were hard as hell and after a consecutive five to the face Tara was forced to release her hold. ”Gahhh… ugh…” She groaned out as she was knocked onto her side from the blow, rolling away to the ropes while holding her jaw in pain and even spitting out a glob of blood as a result.

Grabbing onto the ropes Tara groaned as she tried to force herself up. “Ugh… bitch.” She said aloud as she got to her feet, stumbling a bit as she glared at Yoko’s form. “Thats it I’m gonna end this.” she said with resolution as she raised her leg up and stomped it down on the mat while lowering herself.

With narrowed eyes Tara watched and waited for Yoko yo get to her feet, the moment she would Tara would throw herself backwards against the ropes, bouncing off them and running at Yoko, once she was close Tara would leap up in the air and raise her leg up while throwing her kmee forward, attempting to go for her signature move the Bolt Burst.

[ragaz]

Narrowed eyes and a pained grimace stared Tara in the eyes while Yoko'd belly was being penetrated by Tara's nails. At least it felt like it.
On the bright side, Tara's face probably didn't feel too good either after Yoko showed that she never skipped arm day.

The end result was the two women separating by rolling away to the opposite sides. Yoko got on one knee, her right hand on the mat and her left hand rubbing her sore midriff.
Yoko was a bit surprised by Tara's cold comment as she pictured Tara maybe something like a 'happy go lucky' type of girl. But it seems that Yoko punched all that happy stuff out of Tara.

Then the deciding moment came with Tara rushing at the redhead. Whether Yoko was gonna be kneed in the face or not depended on Yokos thighs. Whether they could produce the strength for the right move or not. "Rrrghhaaagh!" Yoko roared as she rapidly rose upwards to meet the flying Yankee. All her power in her right arm thrusted into Tara's belly from below, being an inch out of the knee's path.
Pushing her fist into and upwards into Tara's belly towards the solar plexus through the inside and twisting her fist while she's at it.