Grinded Down: Yahagi Fujimoto vs Aurora Lund

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Semi-Standard Match
Bikini attire. Abs must be exposed.
Win by submission, knockout, or breaking the opponent's muscle tension.
Opponents must be pressed together body to body.
No rope breaks for belly to belly attacks against the ropes or turnbuckles.

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It was a packed night for an interesting match. A test of mettle and muscle, sensuality and will, tits and tummies, youth against experience. The lights, the hype, the advertisement, the countless comparisons and features meant to hype it up.

Yahagi loved every second of it.

As little as she cared for all the fancy advertisements, she couldn't deny there was a certain energy to it all. The incredibly detailed shots of both women flexing their bodies, every single muscle in stunning detail, every little calculation of width, height, weight, and density down to the decimals, and the breakdowns of their records - she felt larger than life. Not as large as Aurora and not quite as big but she certainly felt that way. It was the thought that mattered.

She had to admit, while it was not a hentai match, tits already felt perked and nips hardened already. The thin black bikini she had strolled into the ring with was technically half a size smaller than it should be. The white strings and outlines stretched against the water droplet shape of her breasts, the black padding they framed stretching in all the right ways over her tits and against her waist. Two pieces already left little to the imagination but Yahagi was all but spelling it out in caps lock.

It was her muscles however that were the main shows. She rested against the ropes opposite of the ramp, stretching her arms across the top ones and leaning back, pushing her abs out a bit. A classic power pose from her old league, one that exposed her sleek, sharpened biceps and neatly disciplined rows of abdominal muscles like little metal bumps on armor. Below, thighs sleek yet dense with muscle completed the image of a woman perhaps at the peak of how much raw power you could pack into a middleweight's body.

She kept it flexed, not too much and not for the crowd, to make it clear to Aurora that she wasn't fighting some plaything but a living sculpture and at the very least a demigoddess.

The blonde would find a sly smile on Yahagi's features when she entered, the ponytailed woman pushing off and sauntering off to the bigger woman, chest pushed up and a bounce in her step.

"So, you're what they call a heavyweight around here huh? I'm impressed, but not to flex... you seem a little soft in some areas." She knew it was a little cliche, but she liked to tease bigger women like that, mostly in good fun but also to see the kind of veteran she was. "Let's hope that tummy's harder than it looks on paper."

As if to tease, she'd attempt to casually brush the tips of her tits against Aurora's, standing in the middle and casually stretching her arms back, oh so naively showing off her biceps and abs to an enthusiastic, hooting crowd.