Nayla Ameera vs. Mitzi Roth - Belly-Punching Galore

[Arjuna]

Nayla's stomach continued taking hits from Mitzi, and she was unable to protect herself from them. "UGHHHH!! OOGHHH!!" It was still early in this match, and yet her finely-sculpted abs had been marred with bruises and marks from all those strikes she received from her opponent. "Guohhh..." Saliva dripped from her open lips as she struggled to breathe.

Mitzi then proceeded to keep her close, grabbing her before throwing her to the center of the ring, and she was laid out on the canvas, spread eagle. "UUGHNN!" The Lebanese beauty's body was on full display. Just in such a short time, Nayla had taken so much damage from all those strikes to her gut, leaving herself helpless before her prizefighting opponent.

[Fairy Dragon]

Nayla was surprised and overwhelmed by Mitzi right from the start, it was a great way to show people how powerful Mitzi was and the fact that Nayla wasn't able to defend herself or stop Mitzi had the crowd shocked by her power. Even more so from the growing bruises across Nayla's stomachs that showed how much she was struggling. That $400 was as good as hers. Mitzi stood over Nayla with a cocky smirk and her hands on her hips to look down at the spread eagled prey. Mitzi would raise a boot and push it down on Nayla's belly. "This is what a real fighter does, she puts the pressure on your neck and make sure to keep going until you're nothing, picked clean meal without bones to remember you by." Mitzi said, mocking Nayla but leaving her deal under wraps. Often when she explained that someone paid to have that happen to them they pestered her to know why. It wasn't worth explaining.

Instead after taking her boot off her abs he'd grab Nayla's hair and would try to lift her up to her feet and then pulled her close and grabbed her neck, giving it a tight squeeze before she lifted her up, clotheslining her on her knee to bend her body over the knee. Then while she was hanging on her knee her arm came up and she'd drive it down into Nayla's belly to continue punishing her.

[Arjuna]

With Nayla spread eagle on the mat, Mitzi brought her boot onto her belly, and the Lebanese couldn't help but gasp and whine as she felt her abused belly being abused even more. Then, Mitzi pulled her up, and Nayla groaned as her hair was yanked up before she was draped over her opponent's knee. Too weakened to even fight back, Nayla could only writhe as she was clotheslined over her opponent's knee.

Then, Mitzi proceeded to drive her arm right into her belly, driving more air out of her lungs. "BHUGHHHH!!!" The pain from the hit had left Nayla having a coughing fit. Tears rolled down her cheeks as saliva dripped from her lips. She was in such a terrible condition at the moment as she had been nothing but taking hits from her opponent since the beginning of this match.

[Fairy Dragon]

No one could've expected the match to start like this and continue this way for this long. Mitzi had shocked everyone taking control in such a commanding way, and from the look on her face this was second nature to her. The way Nayla was draped over her was enticing enough to keep up the punishment driving elbows into that belly that had the poor Lebanese fighter crying and gasping in pain and agony, a rare look for her. Still Mitzi considered herself a natural and kept going, sending another elbow just to make sure that Nayla had no way to fight back, she wanted the pain to keep her down and out until she was done getting her contract finished.

She eventually grabbed Nayla and pushed her off her knee to let her roll and end up on her side before grabbing her arms and pulling them across her neck to almost choke Nayla, letting Nayla rest on her side while she would hook her legs around her waist to keep her lower body away she would stretch out her upper body and grab Nayal's top arm, having her in a straight jacket hold and keeping the arms across her face and neck, bending her to the side to trap her and expose her while giving Mitzi one free arm to work with. Now with her trapped like that Mitzi raised the arm and would continue to hammer punches into Nayla's belly, pounding those abs some more while making Nayla suffer from her inability to defend herself or fight back.

[Arjuna]

After taking another blow to her belly, Nayla was pushed off Mitzi's knee, coughing and wheezing in agony. It was clear how one-sided the fight seemed to be, with Mitzi seemingly planning to continue with her dominance over her. After being pushed off Mitzi's knee, Nayla slumped on the mat, but before she could use this chance to at least recover and catch her breath, Mitzi moved on to grab her and put her into a straight jacket hold.

"Ghhhuuuuuu..." Nayla whimpered as she was held in the hold. Mitzi also made sure that one of her hands was free before she targeted Nayla's stomach again, hammering her fist into her belly, causing the Lebanese to gasp in pain. "HAAGHHH!!!" Tears rolled down her cheeks, her body trembling. "Ghaaa... p-please..." Nayla begged, almost sobbing. The strong image that she had projected earlier had gone, and now, she had been reduced to a broken wreck by her prizefighting opponent.

[Fairy Dragon]

This match had been a one sided beatdown and Nayla's return had become a look at what happens when the newer stars started to surpass the old. While some still had hope for Nayla to do something others were starting to think she simply wasn't a match for her opponent who had shown herself to be a vicious heavyweight with drive and focus. Her single minded attack on Nayla's belly had allowed her to dominate Nayla from bell to bell and soon the woman who had come into the match completely confident and able to stare Mitzi down in a chest off was now starting to cry and moan like she was helpless....because she was. Mitzi put her in a new hold that left her no options to do anything besides take more punches to the belly, making her gasp and moan more as the pain continued. And then she did something that not even Mitzi expected and actually started to beg her! Mitzi's ear perked up at those words, like a vulture she smirked and threw another punch to make sure Nayla wouldn't try to trick her.

"What was that? Please? Is that what I heard?" Mitzi asked grinding her fist into Nayla's side while she spoke to keep the pain up and make Nayla feel helpless. She wanted to drag this out a little because this was perfect, screw $400 if she could get this bitch to beg her stop she could double her earnings! She didn't actually expect it to be possible to do so, now that it looked that way it was her new goal! "Finish that statement...please..what?" Mitzi finished raising her fist once more ready to continue her belly destruction if she thought Nayla was plotting anything else.

[Arjuna]

Despite her begging, Nayla kept torturing her, grinding her fist against her reddened belly. Nayla wheezed, tears dripping down her chin. She looked downright miserable and pathetic at the moment thanks to all the hits she received from her opponent.

"P-please... s-stop..." Nayla begged, her body trembling. "I c-can't take it a-anymore..." At this point, there was no fight left in her, though the match wasn't ended yet.

[Fairy Dragon]

It wasn't a joke, in record time Mitzi had taken a fighter full of confidence and with a bunch of impressive victories on her hand and broken her into a pathetic crying mess. All because of her attacks to her belly. Maybe the person who contacted her to do this was onto something? Mitzi didn't care, this was her chance to really make some money. Thousands like to see strong and sexy fighters, millions liked to see them suffer or break. She was sitting on top of a gold mine, she wasn't going to waste it. Mitzi's hand went to her stomach again and pressed her fingers into it.

"So you're telling me to stop just because your pathetic belly can't take anymore?" Mitzi said letting the straightjacket go and unhooking her legs before she'd pull Nayla up and lock her into a Full Nelson. She'd force her to her feet and let everyone see the trapped Nayla, and her belly which had been destroyed by Mitzi's unforgiving attack. She would sweep around with her in the hold to make sure that everyone and every camera saw Nayla's defeated state. "All that confidence is gone the moment you meet a real fighter Nayla. Now let's make sure they know who broke you." Mitzi taunted, focused more on capping her breaking of Nayla over ending the match. She pushed her closer to the end of the ring, making sure that everyone could see the sorry state she was in and what Mitzi could do to anyone who stepped in the ring with her.

[Arjuna]

Nayla whimpered, still feeling the pain from getting her stomach brutalized by Mitzi. Perhaps she should've have underestimated her opponent before the match started so that she could prepare herself accordingly. Now, she was completely under the mercy of her prizefighting opponent who was completely focused on destroying her belly.

Then, Mitzi freed her from the straightjacket before she held her in a full nelson. "Ouuuhhhh..." She groaned as her body was put on display by her opponent, who wished to show everyone her handiwork. Nayla's belly was dotted with bruises thanks to all those attacks from Mitzi, and from her trembling body and tear-stricken face, the Lebanese was in such a pathetic state.

Brought to the end of the ring, the extend of destruction that Mitzi had inflicted on her was so clear to see. The humiliation was too much for Nayla, especially now that she could even see her own image displayed on the big screen as the cameras focused on her. "P-please... I-I can't..." She whimpered. "H-help..." She was already delirious from the pain, hoping that she could be saved from this predicament.

[Fairy Dragon]

The display was almost pathetic, Nayla hadn't landed a single hit and from the never ending abuse to her belly had been reduced to whimpering and sobbing for mercy in a match. She hadn't tapped out or said she gave up which was keeping the match alive but that was only by the rules, the way things were going the match was practically over unless something drastic happened. So far nothing of the sort seemed to be happening, once in her full nelson Nayla looked even more demoralized than she did in the straightjacket, with her bruises and face now fully in line of sight the crowd could see how pathetic she looked and how she seemed to be completely broken down. The broken belly, the tears, and the pleading gave an image of submission and Nayla was so delirious she was mindlessly asking for help as if someone could come down the ring and end this nonsense. Mitzi started to laugh.

"Help? Who are you asking? The ref? She can't help you. That crowd can't help you either. The only person who can help you is me...and I can keep hurting you just as easily." Mitzi warned, she wasn't sadistic or anything like that. She was on the clock and she had a job to do and now she smelled real money was about to be made and had to take it. "Here I'll make it easy for you." Mitzi said before she would lower Nayla and push her through the ropes and out of the ring. Mitzi would roll out after her and grab her head as quickly as possible, forcing her back up to her feet. "Out here you can't be pinned or submit, but you can be hurt worse than what I can do in that ring, the choice should be obvious on what you do next." Mitzi said, punctuating her point by throwing yet another punch to Nayla's already hurting belly. Then she'd force her to stand up and look at her. "I was going to keep this under wraps because I thought if you knew you'd try to stop it. Now that we've proven that you couldn't stop me if you tried I can say it. I was paid to do this to you, and it was good money. Now I might be able to make even more money to go a little further. So we have two options here...Option 1 is I keep pounding away at you out here and going in and out of the ring to make sure the count never ends, beating that belly until the ref is forced to stop the match when you're nothing but a stain on my fists and knees. Option 2 is that you do exactly what I say until I get my money and once I've gotten it I let you back in that ring and give you a grace period to collect yourself before we resume, and after that no more obligations to go after those weak abs. We can just wrestle. Sound good?" Mitzi asked but didn't really give Nayla time to answer before she would pull her in front of her and then yank on her arms, forcing them behind her while making Nayla stand up. Then she'd walk her over to the nearest camera making sure that she had nowhere to hide and that they could clearly hear anything Nayla said. "The person who hired me is watching, so make it good. Put on a convincing show of how dominated and helpless you are and how you can't take another hit to your broken worn down belly that it pleases them and I get what I deserve. Shouldn't be too hard you're pretty much there already, so just act like the good little loser you are." Mitzi mocked, clearly in control of the situation and knowing she had Nayla scared of what she'll do, enough that she was confident she wouldn't try to disobey.