Midriff Kombat: Kyoko Akan v Soledad Vega

[Luncha_Libre]

Sola had begun to deliver a series of punishing blows to Kyoko, even if they weren’t always the most “legal,” in nature. The Latina street fighter was pushing herself hard, her brown skin glistening with sweat as she took the fight to her opponent. However, Kyoko was a serious competitor, and there was no way that Sola was going to let her get her bearings, now!

“Oh no you don’t, bitch!” Sola hissed, seeing Kyoko curl into a ball. The Puerto Rican punk braced her knee against Kyoko’s back, using that as a leverage point as she reached down and grabbed for Kyoko’s nearest arm. Sola grunted with effort as she pulled Kyoko’s arm up, trying to draw it away from her body. Sola would be groaning with the effort of it, beads of sweat dripping off her hair and onto Kyoko below. If she could manage it, though, Sola would take that opening to use her free arm, and deliver some hard elbow strikes. Kyoko had been put on the defensive, and now it was time to try and soften her up. Sola stared down at her foe with a fire in her eyes, chest heaving as she took shallow, fast breaths, letting sheer anger power her offense as she drove her elbow against Kyoko, trying to crack her position open!

[Fairy Dragon]

It was becoming clear that no matter how hurt she was Sola was dead set on making sure Kyoko couldnt find the opening to fight back. She was working every possible angle to beat Kyoko down and break her completely and Kyoko couldnt let herself be the punching bag after such a dominating start. She tried to cover up but Sola grabbed her and propped her agaisnt her knee while trying to pull her hand away, slowly wrenching one off her stomach and opening it up to slam an elbow into her.

"Guuggh!" Kyoko gasped her body wincing with the hit and shaking with each subsequent blow. Her other hand tried to block the hits as much as possible before she felt another sharp hit catch her and caused her arm to falter a little. From that point Kyoko shook her head and her hand came up to grab at Sola's long hair which was partially dripping sweat on her and yanked on it to try and force Sola down and get her a chance to counter and save herself.

[Luncha_Libre]

Sola laid into Kyoko with the elbow strikes, trying to soften up her arm and shoulder for what she had in mind, next. Sola’s core felt like it was on fire, and each strike brought a pained grunt of effort from the Latina. Still, she fought on, grunting and wincing even as she tore into Kyoko’s shoulder.

“Eeeeyaaaah!” Sola cried out, feeling a sharp sting at her scalp. As soon as the Latina had broken through Kyoko’s guard, the woman was yanking on the long half of Sola’s hair! The match had truly descended to catfight levels at this point (not that Sola could complain), and Soledad stared in shock at her tightly pulled locks!

“Aaaow, you bitch!” Sola hissed, head leaning into the pull to try and alleviate some of the pressure. The Latina street fighter leaned down, abandoning her elbow strikes. The fiery woman leaned into Kyoko, wrapping an arm around the woman’s neck, trying to wrap her arm around Kyoko’s neck as she did so, Sola’s full, sweaty breasts coming down on the back of the woman’s head as both of them wound up on the mat. Sola’s face showed clear misery, the effort of the fight and the frustration of getting her hair yanked roughly getting to her, breaking her concentration.

[Fairy Dragon]

No matter how badly this hurt if she could move Kyoko would fight, and she wasnt about to let Sola walk all over her after a cheap trick. Kyoko could play cheap as well, and pulling Sola's long hair was just a start pulling her to the mat where she could try and fight her some more. Though Sola was quick to pull her head and force the back of her head against Soledad's ample breasts. The two struggled and fought for control while Kyoko was looking to fight for a better position.

"Youv'e got some nerve..nrgh...calling me anything after your cheap shots.." Kyoko kept some kind of grip on her hair while trying to turn her body a bit to face Sola more directly and turning well enough that she could go for some kind strike to Sola's elbow to stun her. Knowing she was probably going to be expecting a strike to her body Kyoko needed to change things up, her elbow hurt a bit but Kyoko couldnt just stop yet.

[Luncha_Libre]

Sola grunted and groaned as she settled in on top of Kyoko, gritting her teeth as she went down. The former belly champion wasn’t going gently into that good night, no matter how badly Soledad wanted her to. Sola shoved her generous chest against the back of Kyoko’s head as she rode the woman down to the mat, her soft bust nestling in on either side of Kyoko’s head in a gentle contrast to the way Kyoko yanked at Sola’s hair!

“Gonna-ngh! Gonna call you- ah! Worse than that,” Sola growled, through the pain, “after I finish kicking your ass, chica!” Despite the tough talk, however, Sola couldn’t adjust her grip tightly enough to keep Kyoko from getting some strikes at Sola’s elbow, making her hiss and grunt with pain. Finally, wincing, Sola would release her chokehold and roll off her opponent. “Merde! Dammit! Fuck!” Sola hissed, rolling back and holding her aching arm. Sola kicked the mat, looking even more pained than she was, as she poured her frustrations out onto the canvas!

[Fairy Dragon]

The striking and clawing and the struggle ended up forcing Sola to let her go, realizing that Kyoko was a bit more then most could handle and that she wasnt going to stop fighting until she couldnt. Kyoko however didnt spring up like she wanted too, taking the moments she had to recover again. Infuriated she had allowed Sola to surprise her with a cheap trick. The women practically reeked of being street trash of course she would eventually resort to such base tactics once she saw how outclassed she was. But Kyoko could see Sola was frustrated Kyoko wasnt done yet and she decided to use that to her advantage.

"Temperamental..little bitch aren't ya..." Kyoko muttered standing up and watching Soledad more carefully then usual. She wa snow more aware of how tricky the bitch could be when she wanted to be. "You whine, cry, and act like a child at the slightest mistep..its a miracle you can accomplish anything...oh thats right you cant..It's why you need to rely on cheap tricks..because when you tried to wrestle me you were practically a lifeless dummy....with bouncy tits."

[Luncha_Libre]

Sola let out a frustrated groan as she let go of Kyoko, anger rising as the former belly champion refused to go gently into defeat. Soledad scowled, throwing her hair over her shoulder as she listened to Kyoko tautn her some more. Sola pushed herself up to her feet, taking deep recovering breaths. She winced, her belly still aching with every breath.

“Pfft, you gonna whine at me about ‘tricks,’ bitch?” Sola said, shaking her head. “You wouldn’t last ten minutes where I come from, girl! You call it ‘tricks,’ tricks is what girls like you turn when this wrestling thing doesn’t work out for them.” Sola backed off, wincing as she placed a hand over her tender belly. Yelling was a little difficult.

“You did some damage, give you that, girl … But this ‘dummy with tits’ is gonna tap your ass out yet!” Sola braced herself against the corner, one arm gripping the rope. She hung her head, letting her long hair brush across her breasts, looking vulnerable. Maybe more vulnerable than she really felt, as she waited to see what Kyoko’s next move would be …

[Fairy Dragon]

Soledad could still talk, but much like many other annoying people she knew talking seemed to increase when they weren't backing that fight up in the ring. Low and behold Kyoko knew Sola had to be feeling the effects of the fight more then her. While the Belly Queen couldnt say she was perfectly fine as that was simply not true she still felt she was in better shape then Sola who couldn't hide the various bruises on her very exposed belly. And by the look of her she hadn't ever been hit there as much as Kyoko was giving to her. But her words continued to needle Kyoko's mind while she tried to blot out the pain of her own ass kicking through it all.

"Please..youve been whining all match, and in case you haven't noticed I'm doing pretty good in this 'wrestling thing'. Whatever..trash heap you came from cant be worse then people who try to bludgeon me every week." Kyoko wiped away some sweat from her face feeling it prove harder and harder for her to keep her mouth closed. "Little bit of damage? Is that why you can barely stand?" She retorted moving in as Sola seemed to be trying to catch a breather on the turnbuckle. The last thing she could let her do is rest and Kyoko closed in with her arms out looking to try and force her arm into her chest while grabbing at her hair. Looking to wind Sola and force her out of the corner to the center of the ring.

[Luncha_Libre]

Sola was taking quick, shallow breaths. The only ones that her body would allow her to, at the moment. The verbal back and forth was good, though, and Sola couldn’t suppress a smirk. Or any further digs.

“You only get pounded once a week?” Sola said, as Kyoko approached. “No wonder you’re such a crabby bitch!” Kyoko seemed to be bothered by Sola’s snarky comments, and that was giving the Latina even more time to prepare her next offense. When Kyoko moved in, Sola remained on the corner turnbuckle, letting the woman draw her out while she could ‘barely stand.’

“Aaah, bitch!” Sola hissed, as Kyoko took her by the hair. Kyoko had come in slower than Sola had hoped, but she still had a plan. As Kyoko pulled her back into the ring, Sola leaned in and pressed her chest firmly against Kyoko’s arm. She draped her arms over Kyoko’s shoulders, keeping their bodies a tangle of limbs. She looked to the referee, pointing at the illegal hair pull, getting the official’s attention firmly on that. Not for any real concern for the rules, of course, but to distract from Sola’s next, much more flagrant violation …

When the ref started going on about the hair pull, Sola shot a leg straight between Kyoko’s legs, nailing her in the crotch with a blatant low blow! With the ref looking up when she should have been looking down, Sola moved quickly to get the action rolling. If the blow managed to stun the belly queen, Sola would shift her arms, take Kyoko and tuck her head against Sola’s curvy body. The Puerto Rican street fighter would then jerk Kyoko down, and try to plant her with a sharp DDT!

[Fairy Dragon]

"Only sluts like you think taking all comers there way makes someone less of a bitch. Afterall whats your excuse?" Kyoko retorted quickly as she moved to the tired Sola. As enticing of a target as her body was she knew that Soledad would be protecting that area like her life depended on it and she wanted to try something else. She moved in and once she was close she quickly grabbed and pulled her in by her hair which the ref was quick to reprimand her on. Kyoko rolled her eyes since this ref was already too slow on the uptake when she pulled Sola in the center, she thought she was watching her carefully. But maybe it was because her eye was still a bit closed from when Sola scratched it or maybe she just lost focus for one second but Sola's kick completely went unnoticed by her.

Instead Kyoko once again felt herself being low blowed and her body screaming out at her. Her legs just shut down and she felt like she could barely stand. Though she didnt fall over instead she tried to lean on Sola, but this just backfired on her when she pulled her head in and quickly dropped her on her own head with a DDT. "Kaaggh!" Her head snapped off the mat after the impact before the rest of her flopped to the ground. Her body just laid there weakly, with her eyes looking glazed over.