Trini "Starshine" Carazo vs. Ayane "Empress" Yamamoto

Trini's brow creased in pain and concentration as she lashed out with her boot, burying her heel in her opponent's midsection and sending her flying backwards. The satisfying feeling of muscle deforming around the blow improved her spirits as she climbed carefully onto her feet, testing out her tortured leg. Muscles up and down the leg were hot and sore, but she could ignore that, and stand and run and fight just as she always did. Exertion would help to work out some of the sharp cramping sensations.

"Now why would I give up?" Trini asked with a sigh, having a little bit of trouble mustering up her usual smile. "We're having such a copacetic time—or at least we could be if you'd loosen up a little, flower. Besides, now that I know your weakness, there isn't enough gold in Fort Knox to get me to back down."

She did manage a smile, then, looking a little more smug than usual. She was sure that would drive her Japanese opponent crazy, as both of them were back on their feet and Trini moved toward the center of the ring with her hands raised in front of her, ready to attack or defend, grapple or punch.

The Empress did not attack right away, as Trini expected she might. She approached at an even pace similar to that which Trini walked at, though she was running her mouth. Trini kept the smile on her face as Ayane barked angrily at her, demanding to know what Trini thought her weakness was.

"Mmm, I don't think I should say," the Californian beauty replied. As she did, she drew her hand slowly across her own belly, fingering her own tight and toned abs very visibly as that hand slid from her left hip up to her right flank just below her bust. "You might not like hearing it, and I don't want to upset you any more."

While she did that, she kept her other hand up, ready to move if she had to. She was willing to let her opponent talk, too. Even though they were now just a couple of feet away from each other in the center of the ring, slowly circling around each other, it seemed both of them were trying to gauge the other's mental state and figure out what she still had left in the tank.

"Hey there, I'm not out to harsh your vibes, flower!" Trini said, raising both hands as her opponent tried to lock up with her. They clashed and grappled palm-to-palm, Ayane aiming to pull Trini's hands away from her body, and Trini glad to tighten her own grip and oblige, spreading their arms out wide so that neither of them could actually snatch up or womanhandle the other. Their busts and, more importantly, their abs smashed together loudly.

"You want to talk feelings, we can talk feelings. Just let it out!" Trini encouraged, smiling widely right in her opponent's face and punctuating the words with a chest bump that compressed all four of their breasts more tightly against each other and made their bare abs slide together. She tensed her belly as they connected, making sure that the Japanese woman got a good feel of her sculpted physique as they struggled against each other!

Trini smiled serenely, enjoying the reddening of Ayane's face, proof that the Empress was losing her composure. The woman yelled like a spoiled child, stomping her feet as they pressed body against body, sweat intermingling and abs locking together, noses touching as they let out ragged pants of exertion in each other's faces.

Ayane didn't just push, but she grinded and rubbed her abs all over Trini's, and that meant the Californian would not be content with a unidirectional application of force, either. She gyrated like Olivia Newton-John, getting nice and physical with her foe as they both bumped hard into each other and rubbed their bodies all over each other. Trini felt her bra move slightly out of position as one of Ayane's breasts caught on it.

And neither of them seemed to be making much progress, as they both kept on ferociously smacking their abs into each other with neither one of them backing down. Trini would lean in, putting her lips on Ayane's ear. "Enjoying yourself?" she whispered, before making a sudden, violent, full-body motion: bending her knees, then swinging her hips forward, letting them collide with Ayane's as her abs attacked the Empress's from below, hitting them with as much force as an uppercut punch as Trini tried to force Ayane up onto her tiptoes.

The thrust of abs on abs from a low angle did what Trini wanted it to do, forcing a grunt out of Ayane and making her stumble backward a few steps. It gave Trini a little tingle of pleasure to be able to so directly assault what her opponent considered perhaps her greatest strength and to so clearly earn a point by doing so. She followed quickly, not about to let Ayane get off with just one blow. Trini would pin her against the ropes body to body!

Smiling, Trini would swing her hips around again, but this time not just in one direction. She would rotate them slightly, moving with the dancer's grace which she had long possessed, throwing her body weight into a spin that would bring her firm, round, toned rear end into contact with her opponent's midsection—using her ass to attack the Empress's abs in a hip thrust designed to knock her back another few steps and knock the wind out of her yet again!