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

During her years modeling, live and on tape, Trini had become known, above all else, for the incredible tone of her abs, which had been likened to those of a Greek goddess made out of chiseled marble. But anyone who watched her videos would know that she didn't slack off on any part of her body—not even her rear end. As she bashed her butt into Ayane's tummy, flexing her glutes to really dig deep into that torso, she was sure that the Empress, who had never watched her videos, was learning a lesson in a very hard way.

As Trini finished her spin, the Empress, gasping for breath, managed to grab her and twist her around, and the American woman let out a yelp as she was smashed into the ropes...and took a brutal knee to her belly. "Ooough!"

Their positions reversed, Trini sucked in a deep breath, defiantly tightened her abs, and thrust them forward, pressing them into Ayane's and daring the woman to try to flatten her against the ropes!

The switch happened quickly, giving Trini no time to prepare or stop it, the only thing she had time for was the knee to her belly and even then Ayane still stuck her right before she was ready. She heard the american gasp for air in surprise and wanted to press her knee in deeper, before she felt Trini tighten her abs and then shove them forward. This new challenge was unorthodox, why was Trini so confident in her abs? Ayane had another question for herself when she quickly shoved her own abs right back at Trini's.

"The nerve of you!" Ayane growled. She wasn't sure why. She was a submission specialist, her abs were always strong but something about the way Trini challenged them tested her patience unlike anything else. She shoved herself into Trini to force their abs in close combat while the rest of them were stuck together against the ropes.

Trini's move was practical, protecting her abs by shoving them so tightly against her opponent that the woman could not maneuver enough to throw any more attacks into them. But it was more than that, and Trini was not the sort of girl who would lie to herself about her motivations. She had been an icon of fitness for a long time. Her abs had won awards, and she had dedicated whole video tapes to sharing some of her training secrets with aspiring young women across the country. They wouldn't break that easily, and she wanted Ayane to feel the radiant warmth of their power for herself.

If the Empress happened to be embarrassed when her own abs got crushed, Trini wouldn't feel too bad about it. She would mend fences with the hotheaded Japanese woman later, when the time was right!

"It's not my nerves you gotta worry about, flower," Though she was still in a bit of pain, Trini managed a smile right in Ayane's face and even gave her a kiss on the cheek as she tried to power forward, using her legs and arms to try to roll Ayane to the side and once again flip their positions so that the Empress was against the ropes, her abs being grinded down by Trini's!

Trini was getting cheeky again, mocking her with her challenges as if the two of them were in the same league. Ayane wouldn't stand for that insult to live, she had to crush it and win this match, even more so when Trini leaned in and kissed her cheek. This was a title match not a game! Ayane was getting angrier, and then Trini added to that by pushing them over to try and put her against the ropes, still rubbing her abs against hers. Ayane tightened them in preparation of this and kept pushing back against Trini, the mutual ab grinding being the main means of fighting now.

"It isn't that jello stomach." Ayane snarled. She was too proud of her belly to let Trini get the better of her, she kept pushing against the blonde to try and force her abs to retreat, pushing more and more until she could grab around Trini's waist and turn her around to switch them again. She wanted to surprise the blonde and force her to be the one on the ropes where she wanted to grind her to dust before she could do anything.

"Mmm, Mama used to make a mean Jell-O salad, but there isn't anything jiggly about these abdominals, Ayane," Trini taunted, managing to use the power of her abs and legs to shove Ayane off to the side and then flip her around, smashing her back into the ropes, grinding down on those pale abs in a way which seemed to just drive the Japanese woman crazy.

To her credit, Ayane didn't give up. She immediately did exactly as Trini did, shoving forward with her abs into the grind to try to flip the Californian over. Trini managed to resist for a few seconds, grunting as she tried to grind down hard on Ayane and pin her without any leverage, but she wasn't able to maintain the position against her opponent's ferocious assault, and once again she found herself flung into the ropes, bending backwards as Ayane grinded down on her.

"Mm...your belly feels so nice...like mochi," Trini said, refusing to back down, even firing off that little jab of her own at her opponent. And then she surged forward again, leading with her abs but also using her arms to shove and guide Ayane backwards into the ropes. She wasn't going to let the Empress think her abs could win this fight, and so if Ayane wanted to keep rolling and grinding on the ropes, Trini was ready for it!

"Could've fooled me. I can already felt he holes for me to poke around with and break you." Ayane said trying to push back against Trini's abs to prove it. She turned them back around and tried to push back against her, jabbing her abs against Trini's inferior belly to make her grunt and bring the brunette down. The American continued to be defiant in the face of Ayane's greatness and continued to try and throw herself forward. Trini was putting a lot of effort to keep Ayane at bay, the Empress didn't think she needed to use much more force, but did so anyway when Trini tried to throw them back around.

"My abs are the best, they feel royal!" Ayane said trying to turn them back after Trini's ab jab, she would try to turn it into a volley pressing against her while jutting her abs forward and bashing Trini's belly before shaking her abs and rolling them against the challenger, trying to slowly wear the brunette down until she conceded.

After rolling over each other several times along the ropes, it seemed that they had come to a standstill, as Trini pushed Ayane about halfway before running into some very spirited resistance from the foreign woman. They were locked together belly to belly, now, Trini using her most prized asset, the abdominal muscles upon which her fame as a model and as a wrestler were built, as a weapon in and of themselves. She arched her back to thrust her torso forward, then swiveled her hips and rolled her belly like a dancer.

The effect was meant to be like that of a steamroller, as the packs of her abs rolled across her foe's pale skin. But as Ayane moved in a similar fashion, the result was one of mutual destruction: as a particular pack of muscle was caught between two of the opponent's abdomenal sections, it would feel pressure from both sides, getting flattened and requiring huge amounts of energy to remain flexed. The effort it took merely to remain tightened, of course, would also take its toll. Trini enjoyed the burn of exercise in her stomach, but clearly her foe intended this workout to be much more vigorous than usual. She wouldn't flinch, though. She kept her momentum going forward, shoving belly-first into Ayane, thrusting and swinging her abs to try to come at her foe from unexpected angles and wear those Japanese abs down faster.

"Mmm," she hummed, trying to stay spirited even as sweat accumulated on her brow. "Royal like a queen-sized bed...haven't you ever watched my videos?"

Ayane had no idea what Trini was talking about anymore, the only thing that mattered to her was shutting the stupid bitch up and reminding her of her place. Some workout video or fitness model pride in America meant nothing to someone who came from some of the best bred fighters on Earth. She rolled her abs anyway she could to oppose Trini's gyrating hips and would soon try to lock her arms around Trini and give her a tight squeeze while she did it, forcing it to be a battle of abs she knew she would win.

"You wish you'd see me in bed, the closest you'll get is serving me after I beat you you heathen." Ayane said trying to squeeze her waist in a bearhug, focused only on breaking down the belly and feeling Trini's abs pop. She continued to grind even when the move caused her pain only to see her whittle her body down and completely break the bitch in front of her.

Trini had been pressing closer and closer to Ayane like they were bosom buddies, their chests compressed, their noses and chins touching, and of course their bellies going to war as they both tried to outmaneuver the other with enough intense grinding to break down the walls of her midsection and leave her soft. Now, with Ayane obviously growing frustrated, and with sweat slowly starting to drench both of them under the high beam of the stadium lights, Trini was ready to settle just whose abs were better.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, flower!" Trini taunted, as she slung her arms around Ayane, hands sliding over sweat-slick sides before locking together in the small of Ayane's back. At the same time, Trini felt Ayane hug her back, and within seconds the two of them were both tightening their clinch, locking into a mutual bearhug which let the belly bumping turn into full-on smashing and scraping as they tried to literally shave each other's abs off of their bodies.

Trini felt Ayane squeeze her and huffed plaintively in the Japanese woman's face. She squeezed back, adding just a little extra muscle to it to make it a harder squeeze than the one she had endured, and coupled it with an upward grind of her belly, trying to mutilate Ayane's abs by forcing them unnaturally upwards, flexing powerfully as she followed it up with several quick side to side movements to increase the wear and tear from all angles!

Ayane had rarely been challenged in the ab department like this since before her reign began after she pulverized the abs of a rival who thought she could be matched there much like the Fool Trini did. She was the first of her captives and had been part of Ayane's entourage since she became a champ, and her spirit was already broken to the point she went from one of Ayane's biggest doubters to her biggest supporters. She looked forward to making Trini cave the same way, she would give her special attention for challenging her belly as if they were equals. The mutual bearhug would be the final battleground for that as the bellies grinded and boxed between each other to decide who would come out on top.

Ayane didn't need to say anything new, she was grinding her abs and tightening them into a steel wall that she would use to batter against Trini's weaker abs until they gave in, with the little space she had she would pull her entire body back and thrust it forward taking the rest of her body with it due to being locked in in close to Trini. She felt Trini trying to adjust her and would push in to resist keeping herself where she wanted to go and pressing those abs as hard as possible.