Iron Belly Battle: Nathalie Christiaens vs Yahagi Fujimoto

[LunarOcean]

Iron Belly Battle
To win opponents must be pressed belly to belly.
Opponent's muscle tension in their abs must be broken (or "made soft") while belly to belly pressed.
Opponent then must be made to cum, pass out, or tap out while retaining belly to belly contact.
No direct belly strikes allowed unless with own belly.
No rope breaks for belly to belly attacks against the ropes and turnbuckles.
Bikini attire - abs MUST be exposed.

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Yahagi was starting to doubt there were a lot of women here who were genuinely down to bash bellies together to the extent ath she preferred. It was a niche form of wrestling, not without its fanbase but a fanbase that was growing and not quite established yet. That was not entirely Yahagi's concern as she wasn't here to promote exactly. She longed for the pressing of voluptuous mounds and hardened abs, grinding and mashing against one another in duels based as much around strength and endurance as much as sensuality and lustfulness. It was a way to determine whose was both more skilled in the art of intimacy and stronger in terms of abdominal build.

In a rare case of good luck, LAW offered a rather tantalizing opponent. Nathalie Christiaens not only was her opponent but an opponent who had directly challenged her and went the full mile into showing her enthusiasm for the match idea. She was a model maybe? Yahagi couldn't tell - her social media seemed as much gratuitous booty shots as it was salivation-inducing workout footage and selfies. Her wrestling career seemed to veer towards the proffessional and the humiliating... not quite as overtly intimate as Yahagi preferred but apparently, she did not exactly fear a woman's touch. She had a body to match; curvy yes but at around Yahagi's size though 20 pounds lighter, she did not seem like someone she could simply toss around like a toy.

Good, Yahagi thought to herself in her skimpy and slightly too tight bikini, stretching painfully against her water droplet tits and squished against her muscled thighs, she was starved for truly hard meat as of late. She wasn't here to wipe up jobbers but wipe down bodies as hard and hungry as hers. Standing in her ring corner, she'd smile at the approach of Nathalie, sashaying to the centre of the ring with breasts hypnotically swinging, the shadowed belly muscles of her snaking left and right. It wasn't even to titillate the crowd; if anything, it was both a warning to her opponent and a promise; the same belly that broke her would be the same that pleasured her - just as much as the sharpened biceps and steely, sleek thighs that framed them would.

"Nathalie Christ-ee-ans... or something, I don't get you fancy euros. I just hope that body of yours is easier to deal with than your surname." Yahagi spoke, hand on hips and tilted to the side, letting the neon glare above illuminate the curve-less, masterfully toned, and even rough musculature that lined her form. "So, when was the last time you made a woman submit to those abs of yours~?"

[Winter]

Mere weeks into her stay in LAW and already Nathalie Christiaens grew tired of the noise from all these women and their superiority complexes about this or that or the other thing. Her own sister would forever claim to be a "better wrestler" than Nat, but the title and technicalities of being "better" meant nothing without winning. Perhaps hearing such self-promotion from her sister for so many years drove Nat to more frustration when she saw other women claiming to be so great at something and desiring to challenge them to render their words empty. If Nat had forged her wrestling career out of any one trait, that trait was beating the cocky at their own game.

So, when word from this Yahagi Fujimoto kept reaching her from the various social media channels carrying anything and everything LAW-related, the Sapphire Stunner had found herself rolling her eyes on a few too many occasions. All this business about having the best belly, being able to beat any other belly, and images of Yahagi's abs literally covering her screen. Nat did not know anything about a "belly battle" and had certainly never wrestled in one.

But the more she heard, the less intimidating it sounded, and the more she wished to see this fanfare end. What better were abs that looked like a chessboard than her own? Both were strong and served their purpose. And Nat felt hers looked far better to the average person. So... she issued a challenge.

Now Nat strutted to the ring with Yahagi awaiting her.

Though she could admit Yahagi looked... attractive in her bikini, the Belgian felt she worked her own tight-fitted and sporty - but still revealing - bikini far better. A few fans seemed to be appreciative as she strolled past them, and Nat turned to give them a wink. She preferred to wrestle in more comfort, but nothing could compare to the appeal of a bikini. And the beauty felt she proved her point entirely. She may not have possessed billowing muscles like her opponent, but whatever the size, hers were not soft.

Plus, whatever happened tonight in terms of their physical match, Nat always had tricks up her sleeve.

After attending to the fans, Nat finally swung with a whip of her black hair and looked to Yahagi, who was already talking. Nat wore a small smile that lacked any warmth and listened while looking her over. Almost all of Yahagi's features were bigger than hers - tits a bit larger, muscles bulkier and more defined, frame a bit wider (enough to be noticed in a bikini, anyway). Nat's ass might have been a little more fat, and more dimpled, which she took as a source of pride. But nothing before her intimidated her. She had submitted much heftier women in her time.

"I can promise you it's not," she retorted about her body, with mock sweetness and extra French to her accent to play up the European comment. And this woman truly was obsessed with abs, wasn't she? She shrugged and looked down at her own toned midriff. "Hmm, by my best estimation... tonight?"

When Nat looked back up, there was a challenge in her eyes.

[LunarOcean]

"It's more fun that way." Yahagi's ponytail whipped around as she ran her hands through its length, giving Nathalie a wonderful view of her exposed front, near-glistening front, her tantalizingly large breasts pulled up enough by her slightly-too-small top to almost tempt her to give them a taste. "I don't like to judge by appearances, but I think I might be showing you the ropes."

She winked back at Natalia, cocking her head as she did so. Nathalie wanted a fight and Yahagi was going to give her so much more. She had the feeling this woman had more than her soft, modeled form would have her think. She wasn't going to just hump a submission out of her; she was going to grind her into showing her all, making her so hardened with arousal she'd feel like living stone.

Yahagi did like what she saw. The videos and promotional images never came close to the real deal no matter how high the definition. She was a modest beauty, understated and mature for one around Yahagi's own age. She felt she had the kind of looks of an older model but expressed by someone still in the prime of their youth, softly contoured around the subtle toning she did possess. Her bust was rather small by comparison to Yahagi's but she suspected that she didn't like to reveal her true size. A sports bra? She grinned at her; she'd be seeing how busty she really was soon.

Get aroused enough and the tight confines of such attire would not hide what your body really felt. Yet Yahagi was not as interested in such things as she was Nathalie's smooth core. Would it still look like so smooth when she was flexing full power, clashing together abs to abs with the heavier Japanese woman?

The bell rung and Yahagi raised her hands. It would seem like a test of strength but the way one was moving towards Nathalie's left shoulder and another beneath her right armpit suggested something else. She was not actually grabbing her. If anything, it appeared she was offering something more like a hug.

"So, why don't we see what you're made of hm?" She asked, offering a mutual lock up in the form of a double bearhug. Not a bearhug meant to lift and crush another woman in your grip, but one to lock them tight tit to tit and tummy to tummy. One arm to go against their upper back, one around the lower. A hug that was at once intimate but intensely competitive. After all, the only way to win was to compare their muscled works and see whose would render the other's flattened and submissive.

[Winter]

Nat heard what she wanted to hear - a hint of overconfidence from Yahagi. The Belgian beauty needed only so little of it to start playing with it like putty in her hands, and she had to focus to keep her confident smile from stretching wider. She did not answer, either, instead spending her energy on deciding how to best give Yahagi a shock, send her confidence crumbling, and thoroughly rub it in with her words. The Stunner had already noticed her biggest advantage - and her cheeky shorts ensured the entire crowd had noticed, too - and she planned to use it. Much of a battle of bellies as this might have been, Nat could not see where there were any rules about using anything else to get Yahagi to give in first, then latching onto her without plans to let go.

The prospect titillated the Belgian more than she had admitted to herself before the match started. She must make it happen, and she would do whateeever necessary to make her way to that finale.

She paced before Yahagi before the bell rang, and as her opponent slipped closer with arms raised, Nat debated whether she wanted to accept what she thought would amount to a test of strength. Confident as she felt, the raven-haired beauty recognized a stronger woman. A brief debate raged inside of her, thinking she should usher in a proper start to this match by luring Yahagi in and crumpling her with a bare foot to the side of the head...

But knowing enough about body language in the ring - one of the facets of wrestling she knew best, to be honest - Nat recognized the offer for not a test of strength. No, she wanted something... tighter. Still Nat debated. If she took one step back and swung now, Yahagi would have no options to stop her, and she would have a simple, clearer path to mushing the muscular woman.

The problem? The crowd might not see that as fitting the spirit of the match. And Nat wanted the upset to mean something. Plus, she supposed she could start crumpling that deep-seated confidence if she did not cower an inch from playing Yahagi's own game... and excelling at it. "Yes, why don't we," she answered, stepping forward and clutching Yahagi every bit as tightly as Yahagi clutched her.

Bearhugs fit her sister's domain, basic and inefficient as they were, but Nat had locked in enough - and been locked in enough - to have precise technique. Yagahi's skin felt warm against hers as her arms buried into the bikini-clad woman's back. Their midriffs and chests pressed together a moment later, and Nat wondered if Yahagi's massive tits would not try to swallow hers. Any other time, she might have wished for a bed to keep them both comfortable during all this contact.

She tried not to think about it - this was business - as she arched her back, tightened her core, and tore into a squeeze that made her skin dimple all over when the muscles beneath revealed themselves.

[LunarOcean]

Yahagi did not know much about Nathalie but she was aware she was a crafty, clever sort. Maybe it was her own ego talking but she was sure Nathalie knew in terms of strength-per-pound, she had a distinct advantage over the Belgian. That wasn't a guarantee of a victory; who knews what great strength lay hidden under that soft, inviting frame? Yet it seemed her craftiness did not overtake her pride or libido. Maybe her insecurity as well but she was guessing she was not as beholden to tests of strength and sensual endurance as Yahagi was.

She smiled at the acceptance of the test, wrapping her arms around her to stand eye to eye, body to body, every little difference in their builds now clear as the light of dawn. Immediately, Yahagi mentally took notes. Obviously, she was bustier and with 20 pounds of difference, her musculature was far denser. Her breasts already smushed over her opponent's, her fingers clenching as she squeezed Nat's shoulders closer to hers, smugly letting her own mounds spread over her own. Nat's were better covered but the top of her breasts felt the warm, smothering embrace of the perky droplet-shape breasts smoothing over them.

Nathalie however had actually beaten Yahagi on the offensive of abs. Yahagi felt the squeeze first, then the rows of muscles crushing against her own. She grit her teeth and sighed aloud, her minted breath bracing Nathalie's face... then she grinned.

Normally, she would have humped her in turn yet she had an interesting opportunity. For many, belly to belly battles were senseless humping but there was a strategy that accompanied the strength and the sex. After all, tensing muscles meant making them both more durable and more sensitive. While it was easier to push through an opponent's muscle tnesion that way to crush or smooth them down, it also made one vulnerable in a way.

Yahagi played along, letting out a playful grunt, her smirk still remaining.

"You're more eager for a taste than my usual squeeze toys." She spoke, her voice truthfully strained. She'd give Nathalie credit for havinot just the guts but the brawn to back it up. "Or you've got an itch you can't scratch~"

Yahagi's abs at the moment firmed enough to make Nathalie's mold and squish themselves. Yet they had enough give to her push that truthfully, they smushed down partially themselves, cratering partially but without letting her crafty opponent fully craft a beachhead. Every millimetre Nathalie gained, Yahagi made sure her grip on was tenuous; she flexed enough that Nathalie had to flex back in turn, expending as much power and focus on maintaining territory as she did on gaining more.

"So, why don't I show you what's in store?"

Many newer wrestlers would flex full power off the bat and try to impress and dominate the opponent. Yahagi had that on mind for a later stage of the match. It's not like Nathalie could not feel the subtle perk of her nipples and the warmth spreading among her body. Yet Yahagi had a very simple counterattack on mind. Her arms tightened a little more, not for the sake of crushing Nathalie but stabilizing her.

That is when she began to turn her body left and right, her breasts moving first, staking turns smushing left and right into Nathalie's. Her body in turn partially rotated in place, her feet planted and secured as her abs scrubbed left and right, rubbing in a u-shaped pattern scrubbing not directly into Nathalie's abs but across their sides. It was a tricky dance to work out; not a full power sandpaper-scrape nor a soft and sponging rub but somewhere between the two. While she lacked the mixture of muscles and curves to fully execute the manoever, infamous for her pure muscle build, she was not incapable.

Her muscles flexed a little harder, enough for Nathalie's to sink into them yet they would find stiff resistance the further they pressed. Yahagi molded to Nathalie's tummy, unashamed her abs would seem "softer" and "weaker" to the uninitiated. Yet the molding played into the loving scrubs, massaging and sensitively arousing her no-doubt taut tummy muscles. The idea was to coax them into stiffening in pleasure, increasing their sensitivity with the delicacy of a slightly rougher type of smooth tummy rub. That in turn would play into the frictious scrape of the actual hardness behind her tummy, tightening her grip with her lower arm to better leverage that against her. Muscles massaged muscles, then frictiously grinded against them.

All the while her breasts, bountiful and clearly larger, smushed back and forth as if pumping Nathalie's up and down. Yahagi was practically rock hard by default but she wanted to see just how hard Nathalie could get by comparison.

After all, it would let her know where all the weak spots on her tummy were for later grinding.

"Is that what you call frictious where you're from?" She teased, leaning furth to brush her face against Nathalie's, giving her a nuzzle that was as teasing as it was alluring. Her tongue extended, lightly running up her cheeks and teasing near then against her earlobe. "Seems you're as eager as I am~"

[Winter]

Nat caught the faintest glimpse of discomfort and concern on Yahagi's face when she initiated the contact, and she pushed her way so tightly against her opponent that she felt herself threatening to shove Yahagi's big breasts back into her own face - not to mention, crushing tightly against her abs. For all her confidence, Nat did not expect a woman obsessed with bellies and the strength of her own would give into her after one strong push. But, if she kept playing mind games with her and proved more formidable than Yahagi expected, who knew what could happen... "Didn't expect me so close, did you?", she asked, trying not to sound mocking but likely failing.

Yahagi shifted back to grinning, but Nat had to wonder if she displayed feigned confidence and happiness. When Yahagi spoke, she got her answer - that voice carried a struggle. Nat licked her lips and gave a tilt of her head, in total satisfaction that she already got a chance to show herself a bigger threat than she looked. "Your usual squeeze toys... are far from being me," she replied, interrupted by a grunt as she flexed her muscles to crush herself more tightly against Yahagi. Truth be told, the thrill of making her statement and the contact already had her a little hot under the collar... or bikini top, in this case.

That reaction, Yahagi must have wanted, as she started shifting side to side, rubbing skin against skin. Nat let out a tiny, warbled sigh of satisfaction after the stacked woman rubbed over her the first couple of times. Okay, she could admit when an act felt good for her.

But no inexperienced waif, Nat flicked her hair back and went back to concentrating on holding her ground. She looked into Yahagi's face with narrowed eyes, trying to gauge how much the Japanese wrestler enjoyed the contact. While she did not find much indication either way, she imagined quite a lot - otherwise, why would she bother in the first place? For all her superiority complex, Nathalie could appreciate a woman who found a chance to do what she wanted - even if thousands of people watched.

Yahagi made her pleasure more evident by leaning in and taking a tongue to Nat's neck. The raven-haired beauty reacted somewhat, twitching her head in the direction of the contact, but she adjusted quickly to withstand the sensations.

But Yahagi could not merely have her way. The Belgian snatched her head to one side and shouldered Yahagi against the jaw to deter her. "Not that eager... I get to choose when that starts. When you're beneath me sounds like a good time."

To add emphasis, she drove a knee between Yahagi's legs and tried to push one of those legs off to the side to throw the busty woman off-balance.

[LunarOcean]

Nathalie for all her skill didn't perhaps seem as sharp as she seemed. Maybe she was used to being "the smart one" rather than being the one falling into the ploy. She had that arrogance that made it clear and the body to back it up but it seemed for now, Yahagi was the one calling the shots and Nathalie taking them. The Belgian resisted and the Japanese gifted, her muscles kissing to her muscles before scraping across them in tightening flexes, half-flattening hers back before smoothing over raw-rubbed skin for a dance of tension and pleasure.

"Most don't fall for that so easily~" She teased as she gave her neck a suckle before Nathalie locked her in, shoving her chin to her shoulder. She let out an aroused purr; that was a clever move. "But I'll hand it to you, you know how to use that head."

Knees too. Yahagi grunted as the side of her knee was struck. Both women had been standing with their feet not far from one another. Balance was hard to come by and an impact like that shattered it. Yahagi didn't try to resist but she was not going to take this falling down. Mere half-seconds before her side hit the mat, Yahagi's legs moved quickly. Like the snapping jaws of a crocodile, her thighs closed shut over the same striking leg.

A second later she smacked onto the mat and her arms moved next. Yahagi had held back somewhat initially, reluctant to reveal her true strength but now was the time to act rather than to plan. Yahagi's arms attempted to tighten their grip and slide up a bit, biceps grinding against her opponent's armpit and the side of her neck.

She was attempting to get her into essentially a full body stretch - pulling her leg one direction and her upper body another. However, while the hold she had on mind was typically done on top, Yahagi wanted to pull her opponent over herself so she could have more leverage on her stretch. Their weight would be upon her so she was relying moreso on arm and leg strength to put on the pain.

Meanwhile, her abs would continue their agile scrubbing, seeking to coax more and more muscle tension and arousal out of Nathalie. Her breasts would join in, trying to excite her body as much as possible, and see just what her true strength was in turn.

Reference and Notes

Opponent will be on top of Yahagi rather than on bottom.

[Winter]

The smirk seemingly constantly plastered on Nat's lips grew deeper feeling Yahagi tumble. The circumstance was perfect - she would get on top, pin this cocky, body-obsessed woman down, and take the rest of this match firmly in her grip. What would the people say after this upset? This almost beat defeating those giantess women, because they usually fell around like big, stupid oafs and made it easy. If Nat beat-

Her pleasant thoughts came to a swift close as she and her opponent fell - first, because she felt her leg get caught up between Yahagi's, to the point that she could not use it to break her fall. Then came the collision with the mat, an impact broken by Yahagi's puffy breasts breaking her fall but still jarred her to the core because the trapping of her leg kept her body awkwardly angled. In fact, the crash rocked her to the bone, and it stunned her enough that she did not think to defend herself as she might have if they fell naturally.

The true plight, however, came once they had landed. She felt Yahagi pulling on her arm, but she did not have the strength in the targeted arm to stop Yahagi from pulling it painfully over her head. At the same time, she felt the lower body strength of Yahagi as the weightier woman pulled down on the trapped leg, leaving Nat on the stretching rack that was the Japanese woman's body. "Uuuugn... fuck...", Nat whined and complained, while her figure writhed in her new position.

She tried to bring her other arm around quickly, to use it to elbow Yahagi in the side of the head and deter her, but as stretched out as she was, her movements came slow and tentative before she could get herself in position to jab at Yahagi's ear.

[LunarOcean]

"Don't mind if I do~" Yahagi purred, drawing her tongue over Nathalie's cheek, nibbling at her earlobe as her vice-grip stretch somehow grew tighter still. Even positioned beneath her opponent Yahagi was no less lustful, her muscular thighs alternating between pulling the leg like trying to pluck out a fishbone and scrubbing slow and frictious across the trapped, meaty thigh. The true strength of her abs revealed themselves, letting Nathalie's desperately struggling form rub and scrape her likely fluctuating muscles against their bulk. Her breasts made themselves no less unhelpful, perking with pleasure with every brush of Nathalie's body against her own.

Nathalie proved resourcedful and Yahagi was too invested in keeping her trapped. When she noticed the elbow move, it had already made contact and Yahagi grit her teeth, reeling from the ringing in her ear and the pain that accompanied it. Her limbs slacked and she rolled the other woman off of herself, pulling herself to her feet with a grin across her features. That had been a damn good counter and she respected that kind of ingenuity. Yet this was a battle won by more than mere tricks of the trade.

Approaching Nathalie again, Yahagi would attempt to swing up to her side, seizing an arm and pulling it by the hand to the opposing shoulder. She would then attempt to lift her up for a cobra clutch slam, wild and hungry in her expression. A successful slam would be followed by her pulling Nathalie's shoulder over her waist as Yahagi slipped onto her back. She would wrap her legs around one arm and seize the other with both her arms, pulling both in opposite directions in another mean stretch, this time a crucifix hold!

Cobra Clutch Slam

[Winter]

Nat managed not to show her discomfort - she managed that well when she endured pain instead of agony - but she did not want to spend any longer stretched out at Yahagi's mercy than she needed to do. For one, being stuck motionless like this made her look weak, and she hated looking weak. And second... she could tell her body-contact-obsessed opponent would drink this up and leave Nat dealing with confidence she did not like her opponents having. And she could tell, both from the way she felt the other woman's skin and muscles rubbing over hers from their smushed chests all the way down to where her thigh remained trapped between Yahagi's. Not to mention, she still wanted her lips and tongue all over every part of Nat's pretty face she could find. The lack of control didn't work for the Sapphire Stunner.

And to her great pleasure, the elbow connected. Yahagi unlatched from her in one motion and Nat slipped free, trying to hide her gasp of relief when it felt like all her bones and muscles fell back into the right place after the stretch.

She did not waste a great deal of time - a rub of her arms and shoulders and she felt good enough to rise to her feet again - but Yahagi rose as quickly, if not more quickly, than Nat and already rushed her way too close for Nat to have time to steal away to a turnbuckle like she might have done to catch a breather. Yahagi grasped her before she had a chance to slap her hands away, and with her arm already ache-y from the stretch, she faltered and grit her teeth when Yahagi snatched and lifted it. "Damn your-"

Nat, expecting an attempt at another hold, started to spin, but she only spun herself into perfect position for her feet to be lifted from the mat. She expected the pain in her spine before she felt it, and as it shot up from her toes to her neck, she wailed and slumped, spread-eagle, against the mat.

This did not go according to plan. Yahagi had more to offer than grinding, curse her.

Nat panted in her poor state, trying to will herself to get up, but before she could do it for herself, Yahagi started shifting her instead. Nat could feel the woman slinking down underneath her, near her shoulders, and Nat, on pure instinct and survival skill, reacted when what must have been Yahagi's thighs ensnared one of her arms. She rolled hard in that direction, narrowly avoiding having the other arm caught, and though the other stayed stuck between Yahagi's legs, Nat ended up on her knees... with at least a chance to defend herself.

She tried to grab at one of Yahagi's legs and bend it forward at the knee, just to get her to unhinge from Nat's arm.