AFW Replay: Pudding Tussle! Amy Evans vs Odessa Brock

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Odessa as she expected was tough when it came down to it, trying to outpunch her in a field of expertise Amy had been doing for awhile as the British bombshell endured her punches and tried to match them with her own. Both girls punches making the other stagger ever so closely to the ropes where they would be dangling next to the outside before Amy felt another shot sink into her solar plexus.

"Knngh.." Amy groaned feeling it be harder and harder for her to breathe but she knew this was the kind of challenge that would show Odessa who was boss and she promptly tried to straighten out and throw another right into Odessa's weakening belly to send her to the floor.




No one was going to go through the ropes standing up straight and still in full control of her motor faculties. Odessa wasn't thinking about it right now so much, but she did intend to launch Amy into the pudding as soon as she broke the blonde and took the advantage. It was time to get some real action going in the pink pool, and, as Odessa did finally notice they were close, she kept that in the back of her head as she took another shot to her solar plexus, the fourth of this intense exchange!

"Rrrrnnggh!" Odessa groaned, her belly getting punched in again, that fist digging deeper, causing her no small amount of discomfort as a knot felt like it formed in her gut. Her abs were weakening, the wall she had put up threatening to crumble, but she was not going to break before Amy! She felt the way Amy trembled with every blow, and it would only take one or two more before she was finished!

So Odessa pulled back her fist, wiggled her fingers, then swung forward again, once again adding in a twisting motion after impact with Amy's solar plexus, trying to turn her skin red, trying to deform and maul her muscles, trying to force Amy to totally break down and collapse onto the floor—or, ideally, go flying backward!

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Feeling the defenses Odessa put before her crumble was Amy's life's blood, trying to keep outperforming an opponent and leaving them unable to counter what she was doing especially when they were opting to try and defeat her this was was always going to make sure that the Lion kept on fighting with everything she had. And she had a lot of fight left to give throwing another punch just to see the British wrestler nearly told and splutter from the heavy hit. She took a side glance to her surroundings to notice that she was also close to the ropes but she didn't really pay them anymind, she was too busy getting fully into the fight once ore before she was interrupted by the sudden punch to her still tightens but badly hurting stomach.

"Muhgh!" Amy coughed enduring yet another heavy hit before she shook off the pain and tried once more to take Odessa off her feet! Throwing another hard hitting shot to the vulnerable belly of the Brit's and pushing her closer to the loss with the punch as well.


Odessa intended to knock Amy down on her back, then grab the woman by her short blonde hair and toss her through the ropes into the strawberry pudding. She could have changed tactics to something else, something that didn't play to Amy's strength, but the whole point, of course, was humbling her by turning that strength into a weakness. Odessa could tell that Amy was close to breaking, and no matter how much she valued her tummy she was not going to be able to defeat Odessa when the Briton was this determined.

They were up to...five punches apiece, now, and there was no slowing down, not until the blonde was down. Amy drilled a punch into Odessa's body again, and Odessa let out a loud woof of pain as she nearly let her abs loosen. She wasn't going to collapse, though, taking a deep breath and bracing herself again. Odessa pulled her arm back, a little further this time, getting ready to finish Amy off. For all her pride, all her trash talk, the woman's abs were right on the verge of getting smashed into jelly. "Time...you go down...!"

With that, Odessa swung forward, launching her hardest punch yet. The momentum didn't just carry her fist forward—her whole body went along with it, her feet slipping slightly on multiple inches' worth of goop on the canvas, just adding to the potency of the punch as Odessa lost her balance and put her whole weight into one more apocalypse-level uppercut to Amy's solar plexus!

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There had to be only a few possible bits Odessa could take after that last one, the way her body shook and the way she reacted to the punches told her all she needed to know about Odessa's current state even if the pounds of Pudding blocked her from
Actually being able to see it written on her face. Amy was prepared to
Weather the storm of Odessa's first if it meant a big final victory but the Brit was willing to see it through to her last agonizing ability to fight as she came in with another punch...and then slipped as she did it. Though that didn't hinder the effect of the punch at all as Amy found out.

"Puuuuoogh!" Amy gasped as she was knocked back by the weight of the punch and Odessa falling into her as she was sent back and slipped as well her side hitting the ropes and slipping through the middle and top one as she ended up sliding downward into the Strawberry pudding. Her arms trying to grab anything but only getting a feel of Odessa's arm which slipped as well and the ropes which she couldn't grasp to save herself from the impact with the last batch of pudding neither girl fully touched.




That belly bashing duel had been a rough one, with both women probably helped out somewhat by the pudding coating their bellies, getting just that extra little bit of shielding that allowed them to trade such bombs. It still hadn't done them much good, and Odessa was determined to end it now, even as she slipped, as she just let herself throw all her weight behind one last, massive uppercut!

Amy couldn't respond to this one. Odessa might be slipping and sliding, but her aim was true, and her fist obliterated Amy's abs—or came damn close to it! Amy went sliding backwards, of course, her balance totally gone, her body hitting the ropes and squeezing between them. Odessa, unable to stop while her fist was still in her foe's midsection, was committed to following wherever the blonde might lead.

And, in this case, that was through the ropes and tumbling down into the strawberry pudding, Odessa landing somewhat on top of Amy with another incredible splat as the two of them, already with a coating of chocolate and a shell over that of vanilla, got a third slathering of pudding to further weigh them down for the rest of this match!

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Amy was able to handle the pain of the punch. Even if it was starting to wear her out. But Odessa throwing herself into her mad eit hard for her already slippery figure to stay up. From there she just ends up falling down and unable to catch herself before she lands square into the strawberry pudding with Odessa following her into the place. Amy gasps as she feels the pudding enter her mouth and block her ability to breathe before she pushed up and out and is able to actually get some air. Looking around frantically as she tries to understand her surroundings.

One thing was for sure she probably wouldn't be eating pudding for awhile, she had had her fill of the stuff from this match alone, now she was just singularly focused on taking Odessa down and triumphing in this match once and for all. But she focused on remmoving enough of the pudding from her face to do it and trying to breathe despite the burning pain in her abs.





Shortly after dumping Amy into the pudding, Odessa's crash landing would send a tidal wave of pink pudding over the sides of the small pool and crashing against the ring apron, nearly spilling up into the ring proper! Odessa, like Amy, landed on her face, barely keeping her eyes shut as she hit and the pudding invaded her nostrils and her mouth. She was forced to swallow quite a bit of the distinctly fruity stuff, noting that slight bit of freshness which cut through the richness of the other two flavors. Quickly flailing her arms and righting herself to sit up in the pudding, Odessa coughed and hacked and got most of the offending pudding out of her windpipe.

Slowly, she stood up to her full height, wiping at her face, slicing off sheets of pudding with each swipe of her hand. She was stunned after the fall, and needed to take just a few seconds to get herself back in the proper mindset. For now, Amy would get off easy. The blonde was likely even more stunned than the white-haired woman, of course. But Amy would not be let off easy for long!

"Ggggghh..."

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Amy was up soon enough but she wasn't able to fully focus on attacking the girl from there at least until she finally got her eyes open enough that she could actually see her target. Licking away the pudding around her lips to keep it from dripping in and lotneitaly blocking her ability to breathe anymore Amy saw Odessa was equally preparing herself. Normally this would be the prime opportunity to attack but Amy didn't start attacking just yet, at least until she knew Odessa had a decent idea where she was at, cause she not only wanted to win she wanted to utterly humble Odessa by beating her in the challenge they clearly set up to end this little exchange.

"Lets finish this!" She said loud enough for the Brit to hear as she took one step closer and proceeded to swing right for the girls abs. Odessa's belly had to be a mark of bruises that resembled nothing like it did before and the blonde was eager to make that pain 10 times worse with what she planned to do to her after.





Odessa opened and closed her mouth rapidly to try to let some of the pudding fall away. Wiping with her hands helped, eventually, though she had to go over the same part of her face four or five times before any real progress was made. As she cleared her vision and her mouth, she watched Amy doing something similar, wanting to attack the blonde, but deciding to hold back, giving them both another minute to fully prepare themselves before they faced off one more time. Odessa waited for Amy to make the first move—it was her turn, after all.

"Ooooughf!" Odessa groaned, as her upper body folded forward in response to the latest punch! Her abs cried out in agony, feeling like white-hot bricks in her gut, but she held them tight, resisting that punch, and even trying to slowly push those knuckles back! She managed to straighten up slightly, still staring Amy down.

"Yes...let's!" Odessa yelled, before swinging a fist forward and trying to nail Amy right in her belly for the umpteenth time, intent on folding her up for good as she tried to slice upward with that punch!

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Odessa' seemed compelled by the same sense desire to win that she did not making s move nor trying to avoid the punch when it did come even though her abs were clearly in no condition to protect herself from it as she faltered and leaned in struggling to breathe and endure as her belly was slowly becoming too soft to protect herself. But still it wasn't soft enough to put her down as she opted to get up and keep swinging in spite of the pain.

"Uggh!" Odessa's punches didn't seem to be faltering despite her ability to breathe and endure doing so, as Amy felt the fist connect like she was being hit by bat and trying to threaten to make her abs collapse completely. Still the blonde wasn't having it shaking her head and pushing upward to try and throw an Uppercut designed to decimate what was left of Odessa's pudding covered core.




Amy could wish that Odessa's abs would break, that she would be able to prove herself superior in that one narrow field, but even when it came to a belly-versus-belly contest the blonde was going to come away disappointed. Amy's abs had taken a much more brutal beating than Odessa's, and the British woman was going to keep crushing them so long as Amy was standing—though she was sorely tempted to go for her face and tits, too. She would give Amy fair warning if she decided to switch targets.

Amy, obviously, was still going after Odessa's core, as she swung her fist up right into the center of Odessa's belly, the Briton yelling out in pain as that fist pounded deep into her gut, once again pushing her abdomen to the breaking point...but Odessa still stood strong, keeping her abs as tight as she could, defying Amy's attempt at wrecking her midsection. "Uurghh!" she groaned, as she pulled her own arm back again and swung a very similar uppercut into Amy's core, designed to rip into those abs and make it impossible to tighten them, and digging deep enough to shove every last bit of air from Amy's lungs!

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The strawberry coating made reading her foes expressions firmly between difficult and impossible. But she didn't need a few extra coatings to feel her opponent's pain when she punched her. Telling her she had some work to do but that Odessa's belly was bound to cave in at some point. It felt so weird that a pudding smother match lead to such a brutal slugfest but here Amy was in spot of pain but loving the thrill of the challenge all the same. Even as Odessa recovered from her last punch. Albeit barely and tried to keep it going with another powerful blow of her own.

"Ggauugh!" Amy felt her body lurch forward from the impact and though her stomach was still holding out it was pretty clear she was hurt regardless. Her body staggered and she felt the struggle to breathe resume. still the blonde wasn't about to call it quits yet taking the moment to recover before she pushed forward and tried to send an Uppercut to what she assumed was Odessa's upper core. Since she knew that at this point that was likely the spot she was hurting the most.



Odessa's bold, brutal punch dug deep into Amy's gut, and Odessa felt the pudding-covered blonde's body sag over her fist, shaping around it, slowly beginning to bend to Odessa's will. Pudding went everywhere—dripping in sheets down into the pool from their bodies, creating neapolitan swirls, and flying in droplets and globs off of them with every blow. Odessa was thinking about the end of the match, and how much cleaning—preferably all by tongue—it would take to leave them both dry.

The blonde recovered from the punch, not breaking completely just yet, and Odessa braced herself for the next one. As Amy's fist slammed into her belly right on top of her solar plexus, Odessa's body folded around it, her head bobbing forward. "Nnnnuungh!" she groaned, as a knot of pain which already existed in her tummy only got worse, but she still refused to go down. She managed to straighten up again, wincing, and put her fists up once more.

"Let's kick it up a notch, shall we?" Odessa would say, tapping at her own face to let Amy know what she was planning. "Brace yourself."

Odessa would then swing a vicious left hook right at Amy's cheek, trying to snap her head to the side and make her dizzy. But she would not leave it at one punch. Odessa would push off her back foot, grinning savagely as she delivered another right uppercut right into Amy's damaged, aching solar plexus, hoping this one would be the coup de grace to finish the blonde American off!

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Amy had taken Odessa to her limit but the Brit seemed just as ready as ever to keep fighting regardless of the fact Amy was giving her a beating. Still the girl not only recovered from the devastating gut punch but stood up to face her head on as she looked at her opponent and decided to not only keep going but even told her she was upping the ante by going for a face shot. Amy didn't hesitate to prepare herself and when the punch came she took both head on. Too embroiled in this game of endurance to be the chicken.

"Puuhkk!" Amy's head shot to the side as she struggled to stay racing forward. Made worse by the sudden shot to her solar plexus! "Ugghf!" the Lion gagged leaning forward once more as she was taking another heavy shot to the belly that made her insides churn. Her body felt like it was running on fumes and her heavy breathing made the pudding around her face seep in agaisnt her lips. Yeah Chelsea was right, she was really glad this wasn't oil or mud. Still fumes or not she had enough gas to keep going. "I can...play ball.." Amy said before taking a big swing at Odessa's cheek! Trying to flatten her face before throwing a right at the girls upper body with enough force to really put th finish on this match. "Hope you don't mind it backfiring!"



Odessa gave Amy fair warning, making sure there was no question as to the sportsmanship of her next move. With Amy bracing herself, Odessa would swing with her left, clobbering Amy across her face, sending spit and pudding flying as she could tell that one had really hurt the blonde. And then, of course, came the shot to Amy's solar plexus, just the latest in Odessa's efforts to break that tummy for good. She could tell that she got very, very close, too. Amy's lungs emptied, her mouth fell open as she gagged, and the Brit, for an instant, thought Amy might be done. But she managed to stay on her feet, albeit dramatically off-balance, looking as though a gentle breeze would send her down into the pudding for good.

But Amy came right back at her, and Amy followed Odessa's lead, starting off with a brutal hook that smashed hard into the side of Odessa's face, flattening her cheek against her jawbone, Odessa groaning in agony before that next punch slammed into her belly, bending her body over it, folding her up, robbing her of her breath, a silent scream escaping from between Odessa's lips as her knees knocked together and she nearly fell...

...but she caught herself, just in time, right as her knees were plunging into the pudding. Maybe it helped keep her upright. Whatever the case, she sucked in a deep breath and shoved back up to her full height. "Try...all you want...!" she growled, before swinging her fist right back into Amy's chin, uppercutting her, trying to lift her up off her feet—and then aiming another brutal, twisting uppercut right into Amy's solar plexus, trying to send her flying down onto her back, finishing this thing off once and for all!

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Amy felt the punches doing there job and she thought she had finally put her opponent down with the final blow as Odessa seemed ready to drop. Though the Brit was determined to make sure that it didn't come easy at all for her. Staying up in defiance both of the condition her body was in and to send a message to her that she simply would not be the one to go down. Just as Amy was bracing herself she was clubbed with the Uppercut that sent her head spiraling upward. Not at all helped by the fact she was already hurting and then she felt another heavy hitting Uppercut strike her vulnerable abs.

"Ouuuggh!" Amy again found herself staggering. Her belly yielding ground to the devastating punch to her belly. Amy gasped and leaned in once more as her body rocked for a a moment or two..before she steadied herself and look dnuo at Odessa, in pain but not backing down before she came up and went for a devastating Uppercut of her own! "Ill do more then try!" Amy claimed before suddenly resuming her attack as she focused in on Odessa's belly throwing a powerful Uppercut to her own pudding covered belly fully intent to finish the match once and for all!




Now it was Amy's turn to be near collapse, as she teetered and wobbled and began to buckle under the pure agony of the two sequential uppercuts to her chin and her belly. Odessa hoped that Amy would go down—some small part of her fully expected it, considering the fact that Odessa was on her last legs and she did not intend to lose to the pudding-covered blonde. But Amy managed to stay up, and the blonde would quickly decide to go with what worked, copying Odessa's maneuver, throwing first an uppercut to her chin, and then one right into Odessa's solar plexus!

"Aaaaaannngh!!" Odessa yelled, as she was lifted nearly up out of the pudding, several big globs of it flying from her body as it jerked upward, then her belly nearly collapsed back into her torso. The contortions were extreme, but if anything they understated how much pain Odessa's stomach was in right now! She spent as much time on it as any other body part, of course, but the belly fetishist was somehow making Odessa wish for more shots to her gorgeous model's face and tits!

Odessa landed again, bent forward, then flopped back, wobbling, then spinning in a circle...but still she did not go down. She grit her teeth and turned back to Amy, shaking out her hands. "I think it's time...to settle this for good," Odessa would growl, as she would bring one fist back, taking careful aim at the spot on Amy's stomach she knew would be the weakest. And then, with a yell, Odessa would fire off the strongest uppercut she could possibly muster, right into the very weakest spot on Amy's poor, aching tummy, aiming to viciously crush those abs into jelly and finish her off at last!

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Amy watched Odessa falter and contort looking like she was about to completely collapse from that final punch, she stood upright ready to wait for her as Odessa started to fall only to look shocked as the Women still found a way to stay upright. Her words clearly showing her to be on the attack but the blonde refused to show any indication she was worried. She was hurt sure but anything Odessa could take Amy could as well she was determined that this was the case especially in this fight where Odessa tried her hardest to endure and keep going roaring out like an animal before sending a big gooey punch that seemed to hit with everything Odessa!

"Ooouggghh! Aghh..." Amy felt her feet shirt and knees struggle to stay up as Amy leaned in then fleeced herself back to keep from falling over. The blonde looked stunned and to anyone watching it looked like she could tumble any second, but the blonde once again showed she has determination of anything. "That..all you got?..." Amy muttered her fist clenching once more as she pushed towards Odessa and trying to finally put her down aiming for her sensitive bellies weakest point with enough force to put a dent in a wall hoping that this would finally expel any semblance of resistance from Odessa and put the tough Brit down for good!




For a second, it looked as if Amy was ready to finally give in and let her body collapse as it so obviously, desperately wanted. But the blonde managed to catch herself just before she fell, and Odessa, seeing her foe pulling that arm back again, would have to ready herself for another punch. She sucked in a deep, quivering breath and braced her abs as best she could before the belly fetishist drove another punch right into the center of Odessa's belly, the British woman's flesh collapsing all around that fist and letting it sink in deep, pudding in pink, brown, and white flying in all directions away from the point of impact!

"Ooouuuggghhhfff...!!" Odessa cried out, as her body wobbled backwards, then forwards, knees buckling and knocking together, as she began to bend downwards, beginning to sink into the strawberry pudding. She tried to brace herself as best she could, really plant her feet...but, though her fall slowed down, she wasn't sure if she could pull herself back upright again, as her head swam, her vision blurry and unfocused. The only thing she could see clearly right now was Amy and her punched-raw belly.

And so, as Odessa tottered forward again, she would try to deliver one more punch of her own—putting her own collapsing weight behind it as she tried to ensure that she took Amy down fully into the pudding with her!