L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

"Uugh.. no.... wait..." Stick began to gasp out, feeling Kyoko's bearhug begin to deepen. With Kyoko lying on top of Stick, the manager of Stone had no way to get free or escape. Kyoko's bare legs were entwined with her own to prevent her from squirming too much, whilst her arms were locked deep and tight around Stick's slender but well defined and alluring figure. There was little to no reprieve, with Kyoko occasionally adjusting her grip, letting their bare stomachs clap together when she deepened the squeeze after a quick adjustment.

With their bare stomach docked together, Stick could not have screamed if she wanted too. The bearhug was deep and breath taking, giving Stick little air to shout. She could only gasp out, moan and whimper as Kyoko's arms crushed her slender body. The bearhug was gruelling enough alone, but the worst of it came from Kyoko's bare midriff. Her body moved against Stick in a slow and methodical manner, her stomach muscles tensing and relaxing, constantly pressing against Stick's straining abs to grind them down.

Stick tried to push against her hips, desperate to separate their connected midriffs, but all it did was spur Kyoko on. For certain, Stick had amazing abs... but they were more the abs of a model than a fighter, and it became clear soon as Kyoko's stomach tensed and pressed, grinding and sliding against Stick's over strained midriff. She began to writhe and strain more, Stick moaning out in an exhausted manner... She was beaten, left breathless and weak.

Kyoko had secured a comfy wrap up for herself that ensured Stick wouldn't be able to move without grinding against Kyoko. She turned the managers only escape into a direct confrontation with Kyoko's abs, abs that were already wearing down the slender and sexy figure Stick had. Her pleas were quickly silenced by the bearhug squeezing her body and keeping her from escaping Kyoko's grasp. The torture of the hug continued as she tested and rubbed against the poor girls abs while Stick went from struggling to gasping for air while her body was caving to Kyoko's more fit figure. Kyoko smirked before she would give Stick one last squeeze to feel how weak she had made Stick's core before she finally let her go.

"That was fun, I think we might've handled any pesky knots you felt you felt in your stomach with that. Now it feels all smoothed and relaxed." Kyoko said sitting up and placing a hand on Stick's crushed belly, relaxed because she had already broken it down that Kyoko could practically go through it. "Despite having resolved everything with the bearhug, I still want to punch them." Kyoko admitted and stayed on her to keep her from escaping while she thought about her next move, keeping Stick in some serious trouble under Kyoko's merciless watch.

It felt like it was never going to end. Stick tried to pry and push against Kyoko's hips, desperate to separate their bare stomachs which had remained docked together during the long and gruelling bearhug Kyoko had locked upon the slender manager. The feel of Kyoko's bare and hard abs ebbed at Stick's own defence. She tried to tense and endure, proving that she had an exquisite and well-disciplined core, one that Kyoko had underestimated as Stick was able to endure longer than expected... but she was still never any match for Kyoko.

Stick was left moaning and exhausted, her body being driven deeper into Kyoko's, the bearhug sapping the energy from the red haired beauty below her, whilst Kyoko freely managed to dominate her stomach with her own. Eventually Stick's hard stomach began to soften as she was clearly defeated, but it did not stop Kyoko, she was in no rush to end the process.
"Ugh... I... I can't take it... please..." Stick whispered in desperation, as her bare stomach began to strain so much it was unbearable. Kyoko's abs continued to grind against hers, as the bearhug near squeezed the consciousness from her. Thankfully... Kyoko would relent, releasing Stick from the bearhug finally.

Stick was left breathing deep, lying back and favouring her abs. By now her stomach was glistening, as Kyoko began to trace her hand over her stomach, admiring her core. Stick tried to argue against Kyoko who longed to strike her bare midriff, but she was too breathless to say anything right now. Her hair hung over her eyes, and any attempt to move brought pain in her abs, making her groan. Kyoko remained straddled over her hips, meaning she could not go anywhere anyway.
"L... let's... talk about this..." Stick tried to plea... but she could see in Kyoko's eyes that her mind had already been made up.

Kyoko had amused herself by toying with Stick and seeing how the girl acted when desperate and close to pain, and watched her be as helpless as she was expecting. Kyoko remembered the many other girls she crushed like this who she either spared and tried to ally with or crushed further once that was done. Stick would not get Kyoko's mercy, instead that slender belly with some toned abs would find more pain than ever. Stick's face when Kyoko ran her fingers across her belly was very telling of how tired and scared she was about what Kyoko could do to her, she had no energy to resist and could barely talk to try and get out of her predicament. But Kyoko let her finish anyway, to continue amusing herself.

"Talking is all you do, you were talking the entire time your wrestler fights while you sit back. You were really rudely talking down to some of the employees here, and you were not very respectful to me before you knew who I was. I think you've done enough talking if you ask me, but if you really want to talk go ahead." Kyoko said before she would finally stop playing around and instead of letting Stick get a chance to get out of this spot she would go ahead and punch her belly, hitting her right on her belly button and pushing through Stick's abs. "I want to talk about a few things too while I have your attention, I think it's only right that I let you know what's happening, before it happens." Kyoko said before she would lean down and lay next to stick, moving her legs over Stick's own to keep her from turning away while she would hold Stick's arms down to pin her completely.

Before Stick could even attempt to try and worm her way out of the situation with talk and words, Kyoko would say her own piece, speaking over Stick and silencing her before she could agitate her. Stick was still left breathing heavily, her bare stomach straining still from having endured the long and gruelling bearhug. All whilst Kyoko's own midriff looked barely even tested. Her kimono was open, revealing her to be wearing a two piece underclothing with her own marvel of a midriff exposed to the elements. Stick had felt the wrath of her stomach against her own during the long bearhug, and she was still reeling from the squeeze, still breathless and glistening with sweat and exhaustion.

Kyoko finished her statement with a more physical method, her fist suddenly coming down against the bare belly of Stick. Her knuckles bit into her midriff right above her navel, sinking in deep with a loud thud as knuckles bit into her flesh. Stick sat up briefly, gasping out loud, feeling her stomach strain as Kyoko's fist grinded a little into her stomach. Stick tried to fold over, but Kyoko secured her arms, forcing her to lie back down onto her back with her arms bound above her head by Kyoko's strong hand. Her bare legs began to entwine with her own in a near delicate manner, trapping them in place, keeping her midriff outstretched!

Kyoko made it very clear to Stick as she was left gasping and coughing a little, that her time for talking was over for now... it was time to listen to her. Knowing she could do little right now, she could only meekly nod to Kyoko, knowing she was in full command right now.

Stick was scared into listening, giving a slight nod after the punches and squeezing had told her that protesting was pointless. Kyoko smirked before her finger would continue tracing Stick's defenseless belly. "As I was saying, I find managers like you insufferable. So I wanted to see if you were like that everywhere or if that big talk was just talk. We both know the answer to that, look at you treating people like crap with power that isn't yours." Kyoko let her words sink in, knowing that Stick was scared about what Kyoko was saying and where it was leading.

"I'm here to do something about that mouth of yours. I don't decide who gets hired, but I can make sure you have second thoughts about showing your face anywhere. After I'm done here, we're going home...to my home. Once we're there, I'm going to test out these cute abs of yours for as long as I want, then whenever you wonder if you should act like you're the star of your partnership with Stick, maybe the memory of my fist will keep you from making the same mistake." Kyoko said and ended her talking with another punch to Stick's belly, pounding the redhead's gut while she was helpless to stop her.

Another hard strike came against Stick's bare midriff, those knuckles once again clashing against the hard muscle of Stick's well defined midriff. Despite having an amazing stomach, Kyoko had already established that Stick was no fighter. She struggled to endure these strikes, and it was more than obvious that Kyoko was not even going all out, knowing how much force to apply to each punch without completely decimating her current guest. Stick near sat up as that same fist was drilled into her belly, her abs straining as Stick gasped out. She only seemed to flop back down when Kyoko's hand was removed, leaving Stick twitching slightly as echoes of the pain continued to run through her alluring midriff.

"H... home? I... I can't.. I can't go to your home." Stick gasped out breathlessly. She tried to sit up, but the pain in her stomach was too much, causing her midriff to tense and strain in quite an intoxicating fashion before the Belly Queen herself. For certain, Stick was an alluring beauty with an amazing figure... it was just a shame that her personality was so sour. Though it seemed very much that Kyoko was beginning to work on that aspect. With the notion of being taken away, knowing that Kyoko could strike or squeeze her midriff at her own leisure, she tried to get away.

The basic task of sitting up was more laborious than usual. Having been squeezed hard in a deep bearhug and now struck several times in the midriff, Stick could not move so well... She tried to scramble from below Kyoko, but the wrestler remained straddled over her hips, making escape impossible. She pushed against Kyoko's own midriff, before trying to strike at her legs and her lower stomach. There was little power or concern to be had from such struggles though, as Kyoko was a fighter, and Stick was not.

Stick reacted like anyone would once they were told Kyoko's plans. She had no intention of following along, but Kyoko had no intention of giving her a choice to do so or not. She did love seeing Eve try to find the resolve to get away despite the pain of the work on her belly slowing her down. "Why's that? You don't have a busy schedule, and you seem so perfect for what I want to do." Kyoko said before Eve started to push her and try to escape, thankfully she was straddled and unable to slip away so she started to fight back.

"Mhhh.." Kyoko moaned when she felt the punches hit her abs and legs. Stick was actually willing to fight now, unfortunately her struggles from the bearhug and her lack of training as fighter meant that her punches lacked some of the power Kyoko was used to taking, they amused her. "Look at that. Nghh...You can fight a little. Now you just have to hit harder." Kyoko said before her hand would drop down on Stick's toned belly, rather than punch her again she would press her palm down and start pushing, wanting the pressure to make Stick panic and see what she did next.

Stick's eyes went wide as she felt Kyoko's hand press against her own bare stomach. Having been subjected to strikes and squeezes, her midriff already felt tender and raw, over strained from the personal attention Kyoko was giving her. This was like no massage Stick had ever experienced, as she was far from relaxed to say the least. Kyoko began to squeeze her again, this time by pressing an open palm against her outstretched and glistening midriff from all the struggles. Stick moaned out in pain, feeling the air press from her lungs as Kyoko pressed down slower and slower, her hand spread out over her alluring stomach. Stick at first tried to get free, before she threw some strikes once more against Kyoko's own exposed belly.

She did not have the power Kyoko had, and she lacked the experience of combat. Her strikes were not well placed, simply clashing against the hard muscle of Kyoko's abs. Despite the thuds and the occasional quiet grunt, Kyoko was simply tanking them... even, enjoying it?! Stick grimaced, before moaning out as Kyoko further tormented her, pressing hard now against Stick's straining abs. Nothing was working, which led to further desperation. With Kyoko over her hips she could not use her legs, and her punches were getting her nowhere. Instead she began to feel around the table, gasping as Kyoko's focus was on pressing in her alluring midriff. It was then her hand grasped something just under the table... a thick and circular stick... it was used as a form of massage to roll over the back, looking a bit like a rolling pin.

Stick pulled it from below her table despite the awkward angle, before she shouted out in determination, swinging the smooth wooden object right into the bare stomach of Kyoko! Stick was not normally strong, but with this wooden bar, she was able to amplify her strike! The weapon struck deep across Kyoko's exposed midriff, biting into her abs hard. To make certain Stick could get free, she pulled it back and struck again, clashing the weapon against Kyoko's stomach in brutal and desperate fashion!
"Get the hell off of me!" Stick roared out in defiance!

Kyoko avoided the quick route of simply beating on Stick and ending her struggling, it was better to watch a coward squirm and she couldn't think of a bigger coward than Stick right now. She pressed down on her stomach again to see her belly struggle against the force being applied, wanting to watch Stick's abs cave to the pressure eventually and enjoying the imminent struggle and resistance. It was only Stick's fighting back at kept Kyoko from ending it, the redhead showing some fight was entertaining, even if it was hopeless. Her punches didn't harmlessly bounce off her abs while Kyoko laughed, with how much Stick was already hurt she just lacked the power to do any real damage to her. "I didn't know you could give my abs a massage." Kyoko said while laughing, sometimes even sticing her stomach out more and daring Stick to hit her perfect'y strong stomach with more punches. Stick was in trouble...And in desperation reached back and grabbed something Kyoko didn't expect to be there when she got a rolling pin and took a wild swing with unexpected speed.

"Uggghh!" Kyoko gasped, caught off guard completely. The stick had less give than a Stick punch and more power even with Stick being the one to swing it, her stomach wasn't completely flexed either and the sudden hit had Kyoko cough in surprise as she leaned forward, her hand off Stick's belly and loose enough that stick might be able to make an escape.