Midriff Kombat: Kyoko Akan v Soledad Vega

[Luncha_Libre]

Soledad threw her arms over her head as she squirmed and groaned in pain beneath Kyoko. Each blow took its toll on her toned body, but Sola soaked up each of them. The Latina street fighter’s hips bucked and kicked weakly beneath her foe’s body, but it didn’t amount to much more than grinding against Kyoko, as she delivered her punishment. Smack after smack echoed through the arena, and each one drew a sharp ‘Nngh!” of pain from Sola, while she winced and pouted in pain!

“Hnngh!” Sola grunted, as Kyoko shifted, and planted a boot onto her belly. Sola looked down to see Kyoko’s foot sink into her belly, compressing her toned abs and grinding them down. Sola’s arms were an easy target, pulled up as Kyoko rose, compressing Sola’s abs and drawing a loud “NNNnnggaaauuugh!” from her slender throat! Sola looked down at her own punished belly, seeing her toned muscles and usually proud body being ground into the dirt by Kyoko’s punishment, and she let out a sob. The one-time champion was mangling her midriff, a belly that Sola was usually all too proud to show off, and all the quivering Latina could do for the moment was lie back, squirm, and take her punishment!

[Fairy Dragon]

Working over the midsection clearly was a bit more then Soledad expected and Kyoko was loving the look of pain and shock on her face. Made even more great when she could have sword she heard her beginning to sob, either in pain or in shock at how badly she was being handled. Whichever one worked her for her and when she finally let her arms go Kyoko let her foot stay pressed down on the abs of Soledad for a few more seconds and then stomped on the Latina a second time.

"Awww. Match not going how you thought it would?" Kyoko loomed over Soledad still watching her face for any reactions before she would lean down to grab the women's hair and force her up to her feet. They weren't done yet and no amount of sobbing or acceptance would make what would happen hurt less. "Itll get worse before it gets better so brace yourself." Kyoko said as she would try to bring Sola up and proceed to try and pull her in so Kyoko Irish whip her into the ropes, letting her come back to be knocked down by a dropkick.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Nnnnghahh!” Sola couldn’t help but let out another miserable groan, as Kyoko’s foot ground down into her belly. Sola’s feet kicked and pounded the mat, the young Latina street fighter throwing a miniature tantrum as the veteran punished her toned body, grinding her down beneath her heel!

Sola felt Kyoko’s eyes on her as she was laid out at her feet. Sola couldn’t hide her misery, lips in a pronounced pout, brow furrowed as she tried to turn her face away from Kyoko. “Nah! Damn!” Sola grunted as she felt Kyoko grab her hair, yanking her up roughly. “Ah, you bitch!’ Sola wouldn’t admit it, but her opponent was right. As Sola was whipped into the ropes, tears streaming in her eyes as her body was forced to bound toward the ropes, then rebound off of them, but this match was absolutely not going how she would have pictured it.

Before Sola knew it, her body was getting rocked roughly by a dropkick from Kyoko, the woman’s feet rocking off of Sola’s body, the added impact of her run knocking her flat to her back. Grunting in pain, Sola gasped for air. Instead of lay there, this time, Sola would roll with the blow. Rolling end over end, body bouncing and jiggling with the motion, Sola rushed toward the ropes, looking to grab them for a moment to compose herself.

[Fairy Dragon]

While Sola tried to hide it everything about her told her the truth and the pouty look she was given was a confirmation of how rattled the cocky chick was by the early going of this match. Kyoko took a second to delight in that fun before resuming kicking her ass and watching her squirm from it all, eventually she pulled her up and forced her towards the ropes so that she could knock her down with a big dropkick to keep on winding the Latina. She had time to notice the tears when Sola finally rolled away trying to get some breathing room from Kyoko, but the Belly Queen wanted oh so much more out of beating miss Vega and if she was getting tears from her now the thoughts of what she could achieve turning that body red and purple.

"Oh are we going somewhere? Hopefully your not trying to run from the big moment you were so happy to be apart of a few minutes ago." Kyoko followed her and went to make sure that Soledad didnt get a chance to flee if that was her intention but above all she wanted no chance to let her rest. If she got ahold of her a wicked idea would enter her head, grabbing miss Vega and trying to bring her up to her knees so she could force her arms on the middle rope and then try and pull the top ropes down and twist them and the middle ropes around Soledad's arms to restrain her as much as possible.

[Luncha_Libre]

Laid out flat by the dropkick, Sola rolled slowly toward the ropes. Her arms were wrapped protectively over her aching abs, and the Latina street fighter spat a few silent curses at the ground. She wanted to dropkick herself for being so stupid, thinking she could just stroll into a match with the likes of Kyoko, and now she was paying for it with what was quickly turning into a fairly humiliating ass-whooping!

“J-just, need a second, chica,” Soledad panted, trying to sound confident even though every breath she took made her tender abs contract. As pounded as her body was in these early goings, Soledad couldn’t move quickly enough to stop a fully able Kyoko from reaching her, peeling her off the mat, and getting her trapped in the ropes. “Q-que?” Sola gasped, as the ring ropes were stretched around her arms, trapping her.

“Hey! Knock it off, you bitch!” Sola spat, thrashing against capture to no avail. Sola’s body was shaking and bouncing in the confines of the ropes, her ample bosom nearly popping straight out of her flimsy tied-off top as she tried to yank herself to freedom. The entire time, however, she stared up at Kyoko, biting her lip, knowing all too well that her body was fully exposed and vulnerable to her opponent’s every whim!

[Fairy Dragon]

Sola had been fairly confident in herself but it seemed that confidence was a bunch of hot air, the Latina was easily frazzled and Kyoko was all too eager to start making her pay for that cockiness. "Oh you need a second? Well Go ahead when I'm done you can keep all the seconds you need." Kyoko continued to verbally needle the women while starting to pull her into the ropes to restrain and trap. Soledad realized too late and struggled but found herself pinned before she could actually struggle to gain freedom, and was now trapped for Kyoko to play with. And she had a lot of things she had in mind especially seeing the way Sola looked at her.

"You still dont think your being punished? Looks to me like someone knew exactly what they were doing when they put you against me." Kyoko's hand cupped her chin as she taunted the well toned women, her chest nearly bursting out of her top while Kyoko saw her struggle and she set to make it worse on her opponent by throwing a punch right to Soledad's belly. Her fist pushing into the belly button and pounding her abs a few more times while her other hand kept Sola from being able to look away from her as she did it.

[Luncha_Libre]

“God dammit!” Sola snapped, bucking and thrusting in the trap that Kyoko had made for her. The young Latina’s buxom body was thoroughly bound, bouncing vigorously against her restraints to no avail. Sola blushed, frustrated and more than a little embarrassed that she’d let this happen to her. It was a bimbo, rookie mistake … and one that Sola was going to pay dearly for!

Sola shot a nasty glare at Kyoko when she was taken by the chin. Sola didn’t want to feel like management was just feeding her to the former champion, here, but so far this match had been more than a little one-sided. Sucking up her feelings of misery, Sola pouted defiantly, trying to hide the pain and shame she was feeling behind a nasty glare. If any of that worked, it still wouldn’t do anything to keep Kyoko from lashing out, however, driving a fist into Sola’s already punished abs!

“AAAGH!” Sola grunted, as Kyoko’s fist sank into her toned belly button and compressed her midriff. The smack of fist against belly echoed through the arena, as Sola cried out again and again. “Nnngh! Naah! Aaargh!” Sola’s legs kicked against the mat as she threw a tantrum, feelings of helplessness quickly becoming too much to bear!

[Fairy Dragon]

"Hot body. Pouty attitude. Lovely abs...Soledad, so far your making the best little punching bag a girl could ask for." Kyoko said her backhanded compliment on Sola's looks undermined by the real reason Kyoko enjoyed it so much, pounding on Soledad as much as possible and so far she had targeted the midsection of her opponent that had been a very open and free target for her fist. Taking in the sight of her struggling and being pissed she was so easily restrained Kyoko let one more punch sink in before backing off and letting Sola a moment to breathe, she had something else she wanted to try and she was angling up her shot to take it.

"Hope you weren't expecting this to be quick...because I think this could go on all night." Kyoko backed up to the other side of the ring and looked at Sola with a malicious look lining up her next attack. Then she would rush off towards her while she was still trapped before she jumped and would try to zero in on Soledad's belly once more with a big knee as a final punishing blow.

[Luncha_Libre]

Sola was writhing beneath the blows, but Kyoko’s words were making her squirm even more. The former champion was lording her dominant position over the young Latina street fighter, and Sola seemed to have no idea what to do about it, yet. Her belly was aching like hell, having suffered blow after blow from Kyoko, and now it was starting to hurt to take deep breaths. Trapped between the ropes, her arms were useless, and starting to ache. Her body was an open target to her opponent, and Sola was feeling exposed in a much less fun way than she was used to!

“Where you going, bitch?” Sola spat, trying to sound fierce and confident despite her position. Kyoko was backing off, but it was obvious she was doing so with a plan. Sola squirmed, body jiggling as she tried to untie her arms from the ropes. Her eyes widened as Kyoko came rushing on her. “N-no, no way,” Sola gasped, mouth widening in shock as Kyoko built momentum. “No! NooAAAAAAUGH!” Sola’s firm belly was squashed beneath Kyoko’s running knee, her soft curves totally flattened by the impact! “Nnnngh,” Sola groaned, wincing, tears at the edges of her eyes. The impact was enough to rock her arms free of the ropes, but she was in no shape to escape. Instead, her arms would try to work themselves around her aching belly, trying to protect her battered body all too late!

[Fairy Dragon]

Soledad was feeling the wrath of The Belly Queen abs was ill-prepared for it. Her abs were paying the price with Kyoko’s next attack to her belly was a vicious knee that nearly crushed her abs and she started to be loose but folded a bit to protect her battered belly. Kyoko wasn’t going to wait around to continue to harass her though grabbing Sola’s head and forcing her up to her feet.

“As fun as torturing you there is I do need to mix things up. Variety is the spice of life or so they say.” Kyoko teased wrapping her arms around Soledad and throwing her back towards the center with a belly to belly suplex. Keeping her in the ring where she had no escape from whatever she did next.