Iron Belly Battle: Nathalie Christiaens vs Yahagi Fujimoto

[LunarOcean]

Yahagi was finding Nathalie's cocky attention hogging and chip-on-her shoulder attitude and arrogance annoying, but enticing. It was clear initially that this was not entirely a mismatch and that while Yahagi made her own advantages clear, Nathalie would not be tamed by a mere flex and a press. At least, not one she could escape from that easily. Maybe not easily; the struggle to get her elbow into position for that strike on Yahagi's ear did not sound easy.

She'd give her credit though. Wiley as she seemed, it did not appear that she relied entirely just on her wits. There was some fire beneath that and she was going to snuff it out under her body, enjoying every second of the pleasures they'd soon share. First, she had to slam that body of Nathalie's into the mat, easily done as it was said given her impressive strength.

To get to that succulent state, she had to soften her up further. That had initially been off to a strong start, her attempted crucifix hold ensnaring one limb but Nathalie was wise to her arachnid motions. A quick roll saved her limb from being trapped in another stretch.

Clever girl, but clever enough to dodge a kick aimed at her head? Or was it really a kick? Yahagi kicked in such a fashion to look unpredictable and desperate, writhing on the ground like a fish out of the water. Yet she aimed to get her foot past her opponent's head. She hoped it looked like a miss because her grip would loosen on her hands, attempting to grab those of her opponent's and pull her forward, aiming to ensnare her head in a scissor-squeeze while restricting her arms!

[Winter]

Before Nat could latch onto one of the legs ensnaring her arm and try to bend it, Yahagi acted, freeing Nat's arm. The Belgian would take the one victory, she supposed. Panting, she started to reel back, to give herself a chance to take a breather. Breathers had won her more than a few matches when she regrouped and reconsidered her strategy, and with Yahagi having stretched her and slammed her with no retaliation, she could use the reset.

But she saw Yahagi's legs swinging at her, and she did what she thought might benefit her - ducked low to try and avoid them if either of them targeted her head. Nat thrived on kicking people, certainly not on receiving those kicks. Little did she know, her ducking would basically place her head on a platter for Yahagi.

She felt the Japanese woman grasp her hands, and Nat would have scowled - for more than a heartbeat, anyway - if she had not felt herself snatched forward violently by that grasp. And then she saw a too-familiar sight, given the existence of Nat's sister... or so her mother claimed. She watched Yahagi's legs spread, got a glimpse of her snug in her too-small bikini bottoms, and she realized the predicament she was about to have to endure. "Don't you..."

Her head sank semi-perfectly between Yahagi's waiting thighs, and she could do not a thing about it.

Nat toppled forward when the pair of legs latched around her head, throwing her off-balance, and a second later, she found herself staring at Yahagi's barely-covered crotch in those bikini bottoms, squeezed between a pair of legs she had been admiring for their musculature.

She could not have hated a situation more. And she didn't even have her arms free. "Let... me... out!", she angrily yelled, trying to pull and wriggle free before Yahagi started truly squeezing, with all the vitriol she had thrown at her sister in years past.

[LunarOcean]

"Yes me~" Yahagi purred as the coils of muscled, steely thighs trapped her opponent's head into a position many in the crowd (and the locker rooms) would be envious of. Maybe even considering the tight, squeezing pain of her powerful thighs expanding in size and hardening in density, smushing the sides of her head between them and tightening near her neck.

Yahagi was not quite the leg monster some of the more experienced wrestlers back in her original league were but that was a very relative thing. In a league where even the lightweights were notably muscled, a middleweight by their standards was a small she-titan here in LAW. Yahagi's leg muscles were not as well known or worshipped as her abs but she had spared no expense forging them into monuments worthy of the same attention.

Her crossed ankles, her body leaning back to conduct the most strength, the molding of Nathalie's features to their hardening shape - it was the sort of image that was going to be shared around quite heavily. That was likely not on the poor girl's mind, giving her hands a few reassuring squeezes: this would go on for about as long as Yahagi wanted it to.

"You were giving these quite the look earlier." Yahagi interjected, shifting her thighs to rub the peak curvature of their innermost muscle against Nathalie's cheeks, loosening up just a little to smush and rub her face. It was intentionally humiliating as much as it was a flex, proverbial and literal, of the toughness of her body. Her thighs were nice and warm, rubbing against her face like one might rub a cat's cheeks. Nathalie however, squirmed in the same way a cat getting too much attention would.

Yahagi found that too cute.

Of course, this wasn't a match won by squeezes alone and holding up that intense pressure wasn't something she could do indefinitely. It was one thing to enjoy Nathalie's helpless, annoyed expression but she wasn't that much of a scissor person. After one more hard squeeze, Yahagi swung her thighs to the side, retaining her grip on Nathalie's hands. Rather than Nathalie's features pressed dangerously close to her crotch, now Yahagi was on top in a partial facesit. Her legs had unhooked as she pressed Nathalie's hands into the mat, hoisting her rump up before sliding it back, attempting to plop her body down onto Nathalie for a quick full body pin.

Truthfully, this was a bit risky. While she felt she still controlled her opponent's wrists, both of their lower bodies and heads were free. The window of opportunity to escape might have been narrow, even for something as simple as Yahagi attempting to press her body from the shoulders down onto Nathalie's, but it was there. You never assumed that it was slammed shut.

[Winter]

When the squeezing truly started, Nat could not stop the soft, straining groan from exiting her throat as Yahagi's pair of hard-muscled legs took to crushing her head between them. She hated admission of pain, of struggle, and as her amber eyes stared down at Yahagi from where the woman kept her ensnared, hate for the Japanese wrestler filled them. Not that it mattered - she could feel the muscles, which seemed to keep billowing and growing in size, smushing her face until she must have looked ridiculous. And all she could do with her hands caught was scuff her bare feet against the mat, watch Yahagi's already-hard body harden more as she squeezed, and agonize as the pressure on her head became unbearable.

Not unbearable - Yahagi lacked the head-swallowing, horse-sized thighs of some people in Nat's life, so these legs she could survive... barely. Her stubbornness would ensure she didn't wither from the squeezing, even as it started to make her light-headed and long to tap. And worse... the misery her trapped head endured, Yahagi matched by squeezing her hands... and teasing Nat about her legs. Nat could feel the squeezing slackening... but only so Yahagi could rub her face with her heated thighs while she kept her trapped. "You shut... your... mouth...", Nat managed with the decline in pressure, the hatred still written on her face. "Cocky... shit."

She could not stay in this scissorhold. The urge to scream welled in her when Yahagi squeezed harder again... and more base feelings welled in her, too.

Then, the pressure stopped, and the warm coiling of Yahagi's legs around her face ceased. Nat gasped and tried to reel back, to put distance between the two of them, but Yahagi still held to her hands. "You let go-", she started to say, before she realized Yahagi shoved her into a roll.

And then she got the briefest mouthful of Yahagi's bottoms before she could continue speaking. Stunned, Nat stopped... but then when she felt Yahagi shifting again, Nat reacted, again completely from instinct.

She thrust her leg up sharply, managing to aim her knee right at Yahagi's crotch and rear as her opponent started to slide into position for a full-body pin. "Off me, bitch!"

[LunarOcean]

In a flash of a moment Yahagi reversed their positions but in less than half of that, Nathalie aimed true. Yahagi cried out in pain and recoiled away, rolling a few feet away from Nathalie one hand over her crotch as her eyes glared at the other woman. Even writhing in pain, that same cocky smile remained but it was one tinted as much with hints of lustfulness as it was anger.

"Got me good I'll give you that," She spoke, pausing to hiss as her quaking leg forcibly pulled her up to her feet. A bit of indignation showed on her face, held back by her desier to put on a strong front. That had been a dirty move. Yahagi might have basically had sex with a number of her opponents, but she'd always mounted them by virtue of strength, dexterity, and tenacity.

Fouler words crossed her mind yet she remained quiet. Nathalie had landed a single attack of worth and Yahagi was not going to let her think she had taken the initiative so quickly. At least, she would have if the soreness still had not receded. Even as she moved her hand off of her crotch, the slower way she walked made it clear the pain was far from vanished. It was hard to be fast and agile after a blow like that.

[Winter]

When her knee connected, Yahagi disappeared from atop her faster than Nat could have dreamed. Though she ached in her jaw, neck, and back, she licked her lips with satisfaction as she turned her head to see Yahagi reeling. Perfect, that would shut her cocky mouth for a minute or two... and better, spare Nat from more squeezing for that same time.

She sat up, looking totally unperturbed by the dirty looks Yahagi flashed to her. "Don't drop your crotch on my knee next time," she crooned, loudly enough for a couple rows to hear her, and managing the cockiest of smiles even as she rubbed at her jaw where Yahagi's hard legs had left a scissorhold-related cramp. Of course, both of them knew she had been the aggressor with her knee... but she loved to watch people get worked up when she blamed them instead. And oftentimes the crowd could not tell the difference, leaving them eating out of the Sapphire Stunner's hand. She believed one of her greatest ring triumphs involved keeping people's affection by getting away with anything and everything she needed to in order to win.

Standing did not feel great, but Nat managed to do it with irreverent pep, finding Yahagi struggling to her feet across from her. Mischief threatened to cross her features at the sight, but she kept it at bay. She did not look squarely at Yahagi, instead choosing to make a show of piecing herself together...

But she bounded into sudden action. Darting closer, she feinted with a strike with her hand from the left before switching to a kick aimed directly for Yahagi's overblown chest - she wanted to send this powerful bitch into the ropes, and if she could, follow up and trip her with a single-leg takedown on the rebound.

Then she could hop on Yahagi's back. What would Miss Cocky Japan do then?

[LunarOcean]

"And you don't throw yourself into my arms, unless you're secretly more submissive than you look." Yahagi fired back, tossing her head left and right. She was determined to show her the consequences of fighting dirty, even if maybe that was somewhat defensible on Nathalie's part. Not that Yahagi cared too much about the minutiae of rules andhonor at the moment. She'd gotten a taste of her tummy earlier but now she wanted the full course meal. The jeering of the crowd, whether for her triumph or her fall, only incensed Yahagi a little further. Maybe they couldn't see it but between the two wrestlers, it was clear verbally and psychologically who had the upper hand and it wasn't the harder bodied woman.

Yet steady advance and attack could have gone any way until Nathalie revealed it would go her own. Pivoting on a foot, Yahagi almost cursed under her breath as her still recovering body moved slower than anticipate. Nerves tense and taught she raised an arm to block, advancing for a grab with her free arm. Nathatlie's leg moved faster and Yahagi could not even twitch in time. Foot met breast and Yahagi winced, head curled downwards as she grabed at her breast, staggering back a few steps. With eyes closed she felt the roughness of ropes against her breast, opening to see her opponent striking low and feeling the mat to her back mere seconds later.

With a thud she landed, attempting to roll but finding a hefty weight slamming onto herself, grunting as she was partially winded by the landing.

"If you're sore about your stomach, I'm happy to offer mine." She teased, attempting if she could appeal to and poke Nathalie's pride as muscled biceps pumped with palms pressing to the mat, trying to rise and force her off. "Unless that flat stomach of yours is as boring as that get-up~"

[Winter]

Nat got the kick in, and as soon as it connected, she rushed, almost reaching the ropes before the stumbling and staggering Yahagi got there. She dropped, her long legs swinging out in a picture-perfect scissor to the brute's lower leg - she had performed those takedowns on schoolyard "friends" long before taking to the ring - and watching the woman tumble. With all the ease of someone with her lithe frame, she shifted back onto all fours, watching Yahagi crumble to the ground, and then she struck like a viper, crashing into Yahagi shoulder first (which did not feel great given the woman's hard body, she was frustrated to find) and getting the woman flailing on those balloon-y breasts of hers.

She could feel Yahagi already straining to rise, but Nat, though lighter, knew how to ride out her resistance. While Yahagi wasted time with more of that damned cocky taunting, Nat, who had at first rested breasts-to-shoulder blades on the Japanese beauty, sat up with her butt on the small of Yahagi's back, putting her feet on either of Yahagi's shoulders and reaching back to plant her hands just above Yahagi's knees. It all served as the simple work of weighing down all of Yahagi's strongest features, but it did the job fine... and gave Nat enough time to look smug as she sat atop her opponent.

"Boring? You're the boring one," she taunted. "Do you ever talk about anything else but your stomach? Confidence problems about the rest?" Seeing this as a chance to do some of her patented demoralizing, Nat moved one hand off of Yahagi's thigh and slapped it onto one of the other woman's asscheeks - where Nat had her beaten. "Like this tiny little ass? It's so cuuute, Yahagi."

...A thought occurred to her. Reaching forward, Nat tried to grab hold of Yahagi's chin and pull her back into a sort of camel clutch... while at the same time, she scooted back, feeling her own thick, firm ass slide over the top of Yahagi's smaller humps. "Let mine... put you to shame!", she chimed, balancing on her opposite hand and feet while she continued trying to work Yahagi's flexibility in the partial camel clutch... and slid her rear back and forth, rhythmically, over the top of Yahagi's.

There - demoralization.

[LunarOcean]

"Did you forget what the match is literally called?" Yahagi hissed back, attempting to buck the slippery woman with all her frantic might. It did not do much good. Like a veteran bronco rider, Nathalie wasn't getting off any time soon. Worse, she was clearly enjoying it. A loud, wet slap sounded out as palm met plump and Yahagi seethed through her teeth, refusing to un-dignify herself with a girlish cry. Nathalie would need to try much harder if she wanted to truly embarrass Yahagi. "Nnggh, sorry for getting rid of most of my body fat, maybe you could follow suite."

Did she really believe that though? The clutch on her chin brought about an annoyed growl but it was what happened when Nathalie shimmied down Yahagi's body that revealed more than what originally she may have thought. Her muscled back provided many small roadbumps to shape and contour the shapely rump sliding over them but it was the firm, taught, and objectively smaller tush that was a different story. Once more curves molded to muscle but here, Yahagi was not as muscled as elsewhere. Her own plumpness, meagre as it was by comparison, molded and squished, buried under Nathalie's.

This time though, Yahagi did not hide what she felt. It sounded at first like a half-hidden grunt but it rose to a long, sweet sigh and a moan coinciding with the tightening, tensing of that same butt. Yahagi's body tensed yet soon slacked, her breaths rhythmic in their pants.

"And here I thought you'd be the one asking me to at least take you out to dinner first~" She purred. "But maybe if you'd spent less time being an instagram model you'd have some real victories on your belt."

[Winter]

Oooh, Nat could hear those frustrations pouring through Yahagi's words. With her every goal to grasp tightly onto those frustrations, to poke and prod at them, the Sapphire Stunner realized she should keep with her current plan - it worked precisely how she intended. Yahagi did not get what she wanted, most importantly. "Who says it only has to be your stomach? I can make all of you give into me first," Nat replied, sweetly, working all the French tones into her words. "You can choose to look like a man all you want to, but when even that fails you tonight... maybe reconsider?"

All the while she worked her words, she worked Yahagi's body. With every slide of her rump over the top of Yahagi's, she yanked back tighter on the Japanese woman's neck, working two places at once. The friction brought their bottoms nearly off of them, and Nat paused long enough to reach back, pull Yahagi's tightly into a wedgie, and smack her ass harder a second time. Only then did she resume her riding, listening as the crowd ate up the sight.

And Yahagi sounded distracted beneath her - perfect. "You're not my type... but I am flattered you think I'm an instagram model. Think I should start an OnlyFans? All the recordings of this could make up my first post. Easy money." She smirked to herself.

But, Yahagi did make a point - Nat could not win this way, fun as it was to embarrass the tight-bodied beauty. Suddenly abandoning her butt-grinding, Nat reached forward, laced another hand beneath Yahagi's chin, and pulled back hard enough to try and make the pain agonizing. At the same time, she kicked down, toward the small of Yahagi's back...

Then she tried to roll her, and if she could do so without retaliation... she would sit on those abs with that rear of hers, and the grinding would resume.