Kyoko Akan vs Rachel Carin

To call it a match at this point would be rather silly, Rachel was cuffed to her chair and with all she had done she had done to belly doubted Rachel could get the strength for a come back even if she was free from the cuffs.. And with the match stipulation, it was only going to get worse.

Kyoko pushed Rachel sending her tumbling to the floor with the chair where she lifted the bat up and brought several blows down on her gut. "Lets see how bad we bruise that belly of yours before you pass out huh?" Kyoko said as she continued her attack.

Rachel coughed and groaned dizzily, reflexively wanting to reach her hands to her beaten tummy but being completely unable to do so with the cuffs behind her back. Instead, she took what scant breaths she could afford, fighting to get enough energy for a comeback.

That seemed less likely, however, as she was suddenly pushed back, the yelping loudly as her back crashed down hard against the mat with the unforgiving surface of the chair only making the impact worse (which also had slammed down on her arms, which were cuffed behind her). The impact of her skull against the mat below sent a painful ringing into her ears, and when she regained focus the first thing she became aware of was the bat, once again slamming into her beaten belly. "BLEH!" she groaned painfully as a hard spittle came jutting out of her mouth while her eyes shot open, twitching in her locked position as Kyoko raised the weapon for another strike. Blow after blow came crashing into her sensitive tummy, each more painful than the last, until she was reduced to a twitching, moaning heap tied up on the mat. Still, her unusual constitution held out, almost against her will at this stage. Giving up would do her no good, as the match would only end by a knockout, but it was going to take a lot of punishment to her body like this before it would be enough to render her unconscious.

Kyoko was wondering what else to do as she sent two more blows into Rachel's belly. She was actually surprised she lasted this long. Rachels abs didn't look or feel to strong yet she wasn't passing out. Kyoko decided on another tactics as she brough the but end of the bat down in Rachels navel.

From there she would begin twisting the bat alert and right like a drill trying to get through a wall, she also occasionally pushed down in he bat to add pressure randomly to add to the pain.

The pressing, twisting bat drilling into Rachel's belly was much more of a sharp, stinging pain than the exhausting battery that preceded it. In fact, if it weren't for the heavier blows earlier this may not even have hurt all that much. But in the bruised, tired state Rachel's tummy was in, the heavy pressing of the metal object stung like a bitch, as much as she tried to fight it.

Instead of the gasping and howling earlier, this time Rachel emitted only a grunting, groaning noise as she gritted her teeth and tried to bear it. As Kyoko pressed and twisted more, Rachel felt her shoulders and legs lifting off the mat, curling up as much as she could around the bat before her chained hands caught on the chair beneath her. If her hands were free, she would have pried the weapon away, but as it were all she could do was clench her jaw and bear the pain until her tormentor moved onto something new.

Rachel chose to remain defiant, doing her best to not scream out in pain, despite it being clear on her face. Kyoko was a little annoyed seeing as how the match more or less required her to pass out yet Rachel seemed determined to bear and grit much longer then she would like.

Kyoko would pull the bat away and back up as she ran towards the ropes. Bouncing off the ropes she ran towards the downed Rachels before jumped in the air to come down on the girl with a body splash.

With the bat removed from her stomach, Rachel returned to panting, her sweat-slicked abdomen rising and falling with each breath. Locked up to the chair beneath her, with both hands cuffed behind her back, there was little she could do to escape her predicament, but that wasn't going to stop her from trying. As much as she hurt, Rachel was mad, embarrassed that her new change of form had gone so poorly so fast, and she was still eager to somehow show she had toughened up.

The thought of retaliation was abruptly interrupted, however, as Kyoko went flying through the air, crashing her own toned, hard abs against Rachel's much more... "aesthetic" belly. The collision of bare flesh against sweating flesh would have almost been sexy if it hadn't forced the wind out of her yet again, her eyes going wide with pain as she grunted in an effort to conceal the hurt.

Unsurprisingly Rachels abs weren't able to match hers and she felt her belly flatten from the impact. Kyoko sat up and looked down at Rachek before throwing in one, two, three punches into her belly, at this point she was determine to see how much belly punishment she could take before her body gave out.

"Come on let's get you out of these things. It's time for a change of scenery." Kyoko said  as she pulled out the keys and uncuffed the girl and brought her up to her feet. Flexing her abs and shaking her hips to show off once again Kyoko mocked the girl, figuring she was too weak to put up a fight. "Nice huh, bet you wish you could have abs like these?"

The relief of the pressure leaving Rachel's tummy as Kyoko sat up was short-lived as a trio of solid punches landed deep in her abdomen, causing her to loudly moan and writhe as it felt like her opponent's fist practically touched the metal chair beneath her. Coughing and gasping, her planned resistance didn't carry through as she was sat up and the handcuffs behind her were undone. Freeing her hands seemed like a pointless gesture to Rachel. Maybe Kyoko was showing a pang of mercy?

But the sense of mercy dulled as a hand gripped her short hair and hoisted her to her feet, Rachel groaning as she made her way up to wobbly legs. For all her anger and enthusiasm, she couldn't seem to move her now-unchained arms from her sides, while her knees were turned slightly inwards to keep her upright. She stared vacantly at Kyoko's taunts before the life started to return to her eyes, and she delivered an enthusiastic, if not completely ineffectual, punch towards her opponent's own bared tummy.

Kyoko's confidence was again partially misplaced initially Rachel truly looked down and out despite her new found freedom but something mat have snapped in her to give her the will to them one more punch into her belly. "Mmfh." Kyoko moans as the blow catches her off guard, it didn't hurt too bad but it did make her flinch. Once gain angered by her spiteful lines Kyoko drive another punch into Rachels belly in retaliation.

"Go ahead and try to hit me again and see what happens, your just making kicking your ass all the more fun!" Kyoko said as she would grab her foe and drag her towards the corner pulling her arms over the ropes as she attempted to cuff her again.

The slim, but shining, sense of satisfaction Rachel got as her retaliatory punch forced a grunt out of her opponent, enough to make her flinch. That sense of satisfaction dimmed almost completely, however, as Kyoko returned with her own punch again, once again sinking deep in Rachel's belly. Curling up around Kyoko's fist, a spittle of blood and a painful gurgling sound made their way from Rachel's lips, the punch almost lifting her off her feet. Whatever vengeful energy Rachel had left was being used to keep her standing, keep her awake, with any hope of fighting back almost completely snuffed out.

Her sense of dread only grew stronger, too, as a hand grasped into Rachel's hair again and wrenched her into the corner, wrapping her arms over the top ropes and in front of the corner post before shackling back together, locking her in place, upright, belly exposed and with nowhere to go. As the gravity of the situation dawned on Rachel tears almost began to well in her eyes, a fearful expression replacing the earlier defiance as her gaze darted all around her in a desperate gambit to get out of this situation. She wanted to beg, to plea for mercy, but it wouldn't come out, and even if it did, it would do her no good here. Even if Kyoko was inclined to show her some the match would not end until one of them was out cold, and it probably wasn't going to be the one tied up and put on display. Instead, Rachel did the only thing she could do, whimpering and softly squealing like a beaten dog as she trembled in place, her eyes pleading for mercy where her mouth couldn't.