L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Iron Belly Battle
Bikini attire - MUST have exposed belly area.
No rope breaks - arena is a large pit in the sand, going up to their shoulders. Water seeps in making it muddy and both girls slippery.
To win, opponents must be pressed belly to belly. Opponent's abs must then have their muscle tension broken and pinned down belly to belly until they cannot re-harden their muscles.
NO direct strikes on the belly area allowed EXCEPT using one's own belly
No clawing, biting, fingering. Hairpulling only allowed if done to escape a hold.
Winner is allowed to further squish the user against their body and take them hold as a squeeze toy.

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Yahagi loved leg locks, slams, kicks, and stretches. She was a competent, highly trained, highly experienced wrestler at a fairly young age with a body many at least five or so years older would be jealous of. In the stark black bikini and beneath the shine of her liberal application of sunscreen, her body was practically divine. Every inch lightly flexed to form a landscape of carefully sculpted yet subtly bumpy and rough muscle, complimenting her perked up tits held back by her slightly-too-small top, her bottom almost looking like it might snap if the flex of her mighty thighs went beyond performative to serious.

She was a middleweight wrestler but with guns like those, pumping like little living hills of smooth and fair marble, she would look almost like a shrunken heavyweight from afar. The thing is, she was the "smaller" woman of this match.

Hopping into the sandy pit, water comin in to cool her sand-warmed soles, she struck a power pose for the drone cameras above and Cynthia should she appear. She was not fighting some clueless nobody but an experienced, hard bodied woman. One whose beauty alone had made Yahagi very enthusiastic for this match and whose muscles she had spent the night before lusting for.

Yahagi loved all the standard repertoire of wrestling holds, throws and strikes but she loved the feel of hard, experienced, sensual muscles grinding in both competition and hunger against one another. The testing of one's body and the art of building strength out of it and the arousal from directly comparing it to another's was a sensation as primal as it was refined to her, high art and low-dirty in equal measure. Cynthia from what she could tell, while a number of pounds heavier, did not seem to eclipse her in strength. At least, that's what it seemed.

Not that Yahagi necessarily disliked being the rubbing post for a superior woman.

Yet as Cynthia entered the soggy, intimate, dug-out ring, she'd be greeted by a woman who while shorter seemed to radiate a massive aura of confidence and lustfulness alike. She hid little even with a bikini that looked like it might snap against her muscular, toned form. The abs that rippled across her belly, the biceps that glistened in the sun, the thigh muscles that stood like gates - she was both offering her body to taste and promising that she would subjugate Cynthia's with it and make her enjoy it.

"Seems you're a little on the soft side~" Yahagi teased, casually strutting up to the middle of ring, perking tits raised as she offered them for a docking, lightly rising-falling abs offered for a taste of tum to tum. "How many girls has that tummy of yours grinded out hm?"

Cynthia was a fighter who fought to have fun, this was true. Yet, some matches awakened a primal desire to compete within her, especially those that proved who the superior woman was, like this one. Her opponent wasn't just some scrub with a good body either- despite her relatively young age, she was an incredibly ripped woman who had the fighting experience to give Cynthia the LAW Debut of her life! Every inch of the two fighter's bodies were covered in pulsing muscle that could pulverize any inferior woman easily, and Cynthia was going to prove that Yahagi was that inferior woman.

A woman like Cynthia who liked humiliating her inferiors was generally one to use the hottest of holds and the sexiest of pins. This match, however, would be just as humiliating and just as hot as Cynthia loved. The competition of bodies awakens a primal, sensual fire in people- and the winner was the superior. Cynthia dwarfed Yahagi in frame and weight but even so, her opponent's muscle was more than comparable to the former champion and she had her work cut out for her.

As she entered the ring, Cynthia would strike a pose for the camera- a kiss, the same one that her former fans lusted over when she dominated women like Yahagi in her former league. Yahagi's confidence, sensuality and dominance were noticed by Cynthia- but the bikini-clad champion hid little with her ab-exposing swimsuit that barely contained her massive rack. She would respond to Yahagi's taunt, smirking. She liked the sassy ones.

"Soft? By no means. If my abs were knives, I would have been the number one person on the global wanted list, darling. I've dominated girls on your level with these time and time again."

She would confidently dock against Yahagi, pushing their chests together while grinding their abs and crotches, offering an early taste of what was sure to occur frequently during the match.

"You're going to get dominated until you cry- and you're going to love it."

Spoiler

"Knives are brittle. Swords are strong."

With a wink, Yahagi's taut and tightened core casually scrubbed left then right against Cynthia's, her breasts smoothing along the underside of the blonde's, almost searching for the most sensitive parts of the underboob. Her muscles bumped and grated against her opponent's, getting a feel for the texture and topography, pressing in slightly to see if she was the sort to preemptively flex or to let her sink in and have a taste of her own. For her part, Yahagi's were tensed quite tightly, little hills of armored toughness than pressed and dug wherever there was a hint of softness, lightly scraping to see how reactive she was.

"Oh? Big words for such soft tits~" She teased, gently nudging nips on nips. The referee, staying around rather than in the pit, soon motioned to the announcers and the bell was rung, coinciding with a flow of water washing into the pit, soggying the ground and splashing against both wrestlers' backs and legs.

"Well, let's see how well your knives fare against armor."

Yahagi believed Cynthia was prideful enough that she'd respond in kind when she pushed her back outwards, tensing her belly, before thrusting it forwards. Her muscles, already tight and hardened, condensed into a wall of flexed abdominal armor, aiming to smack her abs right into Cynthia's and see just how tough she was! If it caused her to stumble, Yahagi would immediately advance, aiming to seize her arms and push her into the sandy walls, pinning her body to body and crushing tum to tum!

If she did not stumble, Yahagi would wind back and aim for another bash of belly on belly!

"Fine, then they're swords. Or death machines. They're gonna dominate you anyway~" Cynthia teased back.

Cynthia noticed Yahagi's intentional attempt to grind her rock-hard abs on Cynthia's own. Her opponent was shorter, and so her breasts, while not quite as large as Cynthia's, still turned her on by pushing against the sensitive part of her underboob. As soon as the blonde woman felt contact, she flexed her abs, grinding her stomach against Yahagi's and pushing it back.

"You mean big words backed up by a bigger rack than yours?" Cynthia replied.

The bell then rang and Yahagi wasted no time in smacking her abs into the former champion's. The blonde woman responded by standing tall and strong, even as Yahagi moved in for a second bash. She would attempt to take advantage of that and wrap her opponent in a bearhug, starting the weakening of Yahagi's abs and the contact of their massive busts.

"Brittle? You still sure about that?" She'd tease, grinding her set up and down on Yahagi's.

"Size isn't everything, or you'd actually be able to keep up with me~" Yahagi chuckled as she rapidly scrubbed Cynthia's stomach, working it over in looping circular patterns that scrubbed her muscular body in fast, ever intensifying cycles. The grinding of her abs made it harder, figuratively and literally, but it also made it all the more succulent and sensitive, aided by Yahagi's breasts rubbing up against her underboob on the upswing. Yahagi might have been smaller as a whole but she clearly had an advantage in pure tenacity that she was putting to good use.

By contrast, Cynthia had raw power. Yahagi's first smack failed to send her stumbling but Yahagi, ever aggressive did not relent. Yet that proved to be a mistake as muscular arms seized her body, pulling them together tight and snug. Yahagi uppressed a grunt of pain as her abs further hardened, fighting for space and to avoid a flattening. Legs wrapped around Cynthia's waist as Yahagi's muscles, no less impressive on that front, began to crush in a scissor squeeze as her arms grabbed at her elbows, attempting to wrest them apart.

Her focus faltered for a moment as the same tummy she had taunted earlier vertically scraped her own. Yahagi's abs shuddered and shook, dimpling and flattening as the arousal momentary broke the concentration of her flex. Like grass that had been stepped on, they arose again, further hardened by the combination of arousal and Yahagi's defiance.

"I hope you won't make me repeat myself." Yahagi grinned, feeling her strength and enjoying a genuine competition.

On top of crushing her opponent's waist, Yahagi wasn't going to take that grind laying down (or being held up). As the waves splashed into the pit, cooling her increasingly sweaty body, Yahagi shoved herself forward and poked her breats nips-to-nips into Cynthia's. Her breasts while smaller were not exactly soft; they were tough and dense, stiffening with her growing arousal as she began a two pronged assault. One of her tight, hyper-frictious abs scrubbing horizontally in response to Cynthia's, the other of her perky breasts poking and slapping at Cynthia's, aiming to arouse her enough to break out and take the match to the ground!

"That's what all girls who can't beat me say," Cynthia teased back, sending her pristine, sultry smile towards Yahagi. Her abs had done a good job of working Yahagi's set over, and her breasts, while a good bit softer than Yahagi's, had made up for that with their size. Her opponent's determination and tenacity was something to admire, that was something the former champion had to admit.

It was then time for Yahagi to introduce a new body part to their comparison of bodies- legs- as the smaller woman squeezed Cynthia's waist tight with a bodyscissor. The blonde grunted slightly in pain before hiding it with another smile. "Oh ho, comparing legs as well, huh? I'll oblige to that later." Her opponent grasped at the blonde's elbows, attempting to pull them apart, but Cynthia stood firm, locking in the hold harder.

It was then she noticed a weakening of Yahagi's abs as Cynthia mowed them down like a lawnmower does grass- only for them to grow back, like grass often does, harder and stronger. Determination was something Cynthia found rather hot, and that was the textbook definition of determination. Aroused, she increased the heat of the bearhug and grinded further against her opponent.

"You're going to be repeating something quite a lot, actually." Cynthia said. "Mommy. Most girls call me that after I melt their abs and dominate them and you'll be no different."

It was then time to compare racks as well as Yahagi shoved her smaller but far harder pair into Cynthia's own, her stiffened nipples poking up against the champ's. She moaned with arousal, her own rack hardening, then shoved her abs and breasts back harder into Yahagi's, countering her two-pronged assault. Yahagi was trying to take the match to the ground, she knew, and who was Cynthia to deny that?

The blonde woman would fall to the ground and release the bearhug a split second before Yahagi hit the floor, preventing her arms from being squished along with Yahagi. She would then fulfill that promise of comparing legs, wrapping her opponent up in a grapevine pin before grinding her rock hard muscles against her opponent's!

"Sure it is, couple of height on me and you think you're a titan huh?" Yahagi grunted, her well massaged belly flattened but not broken. She wouldn't deny it (and the perking of her nipples surely didn't) but Cynthia was hot and not altogether unpleasant whether to be physically rubbed against or trade verbal blows with. It was why Yahagi loved these kinds of matches; they weren't necessarily about hurting the opponent but making them feel more pleasure than you were.

"A heavyweight who actually knows leg technique? You're a dodo." The irony of this being that Yahagi's teacher was fairly good around those two. It was her turn to be smug, scrubbing her thighs along her opponent's side to arouse the same area her mighty legs were trying to crush inwards. While she didn't have an overall strength advantage, as a technician who had taken on her share of giantesses, Yahagi knew legs were one of the best ways to make them bend and break. Cynthia wasn't the only one who could crush.

"Putting the cart before the horse huh?" Yahagi shot back, grinning as she pushed her nips harder, her abs tensing up like a wall of shields and her dense breasts holding the voluptuous tidal wave. The pain and the pleasure was immense but this early in the match, Yahagi's pride and drive burned with determination.

Yet as they fell to the wet sand, a fresh wave splashing over their sweaty bodies, Yahagi's body almost slid off of Cynthia before she all but pounced upon her. She was fast and her legs were far from weak; Yahagi's own were split apart. Before she could make a witty comment, Cynthia's abs spoke first, scraping up her sand-moisturized abs. Yahagi's teeth clenched and she let out a hiss tinted with a moan, nipples visibly perking.

Yet Yahagi was in luck. Cynthia had already experienced some of Yahagi's strength. As her ankles snaked around Yahagi's, attempting to stretch them out, the Japanese woman's dexterity came into play. Cynthia felt the struggling but it was not entirely random; her ankles twisted around, sliding around Cynthai's as her legs snaked about and shuddered, sneakily attempting to worm their way out. Realistically, she could likely only do one.

Yet one would be all she needed. This was a battle of bodies but Yahagi was far more than just her abs.