Pudding Tussle!! Amy Evans vs Odessa Brock!

Odessa as she expected was tough when it came down to it, trying to outpunch her in a field of expertise Amy had been doing for awhile as the British bombshell endured her punches and tried to match them with her own. Both girls punches making the other stagger ever so closely to the ropes where they would be dangling next to the outside before Amy felt another shot sink into her solar plexus.

"Knngh.." Amy groaned feeling it be harder and harder for her to breathe but she knew this was the kind of challenge that would show Odessa who was boss and she promptly tried to straighten out and throw another right into Odessa's weakening belly to send her to the floor.

No one was going to go through the ropes standing up straight and still in full control of her motor faculties. Odessa wasn't thinking about it right now so much, but she did intend to launch Amy into the pudding as soon as she broke the blonde and took the advantage. It was time to get some real action going in the pink pool, and, as Odessa did finally notice they were close, she kept that in the back of her head as she took another shot to her solar plexus, the fourth of this intense exchange!

"Rrrrnnggh!" Odessa groaned, her belly getting punched in again, that fist digging deeper, causing her no small amount of discomfort as a knot felt like it formed in her gut. Her abs were weakening, the wall she had put up threatening to crumble, but she was not going to break before Amy! She felt the way Amy trembled with every blow, and it would only take one or two more before she was finished!

So Odessa pulled back her fist, wiggled her fingers, then swung forward again, once again adding in a twisting motion after impact with Amy's solar plexus, trying to turn her skin red, trying to deform and maul her muscles, trying to force Amy to totally break down and collapse onto the floor—or, ideally, go flying backward!

Feeling the defenses Odessa put before her crumble was Amy's life's blood, trying to keep outperforming an opponent and leaving them unable to counter what she was doing especially when they were opting to try and defeat her this was was always going to make sure that the Lion kept on fighting with everything she had. And she had a lot of fight left to give throwing another punch just to see the British wrestler nearly told and splutter from the heavy hit. She took a side glance to her surroundings to notice that she was also close to the ropes but she didn't really pay them anymind, she was too busy getting fully into the fight once ore before she was interrupted by the sudden punch to her still tightens but badly hurting stomach.

"Muhgh!" Amy coughed enduring yet another heavy hit before she shook off the pain and tried once more to take Odessa off her feet! Throwing another hard hitting shot to the vulnerable belly of the Brit's and pushing her closer to the loss with the punch as well.

Odessa intended to knock Amy down on her back, then grab the woman by her short blonde hair and toss her through the ropes into the strawberry pudding. She could have changed tactics to something else, something that didn't play to Amy's strength, but the whole point, of course, was humbling her by turning that strength into a weakness. Odessa could tell that Amy was close to breaking, and no matter how much she valued her tummy she was not going to be able to defeat Odessa when the Briton was this determined.

They were up to...five punches apiece, now, and there was no slowing down, not until the blonde was down. Amy drilled a punch into Odessa's body again, and Odessa let out a loud woof of pain as she nearly let her abs loosen. She wasn't going to collapse, though, taking a deep breath and bracing herself again. Odessa pulled her arm back, a little further this time, getting ready to finish Amy off. For all her pride, all her trash talk, the woman's abs were right on the verge of getting smashed into jelly. "Time...you go down...!"

With that, Odessa swung forward, launching her hardest punch yet. The momentum didn't just carry her fist forward—her whole body went along with it, her feet slipping slightly on multiple inches' worth of goop on the canvas, just adding to the potency of the punch as Odessa lost her balance and put her whole weight into one more apocalypse-level uppercut to Amy's solar plexus!

There had to be only a few possible bits Odessa could take after that last one, the way her body shook and the way she reacted to the punches told her all she needed to know about Odessa's current state even if the pounds of Pudding blocked her from
Actually being able to see it written on her face. Amy was prepared to
Weather the storm of Odessa's first if it meant a big final victory but the Brit was willing to see it through to her last agonizing ability to fight as she came in with another punch...and then slipped as she did it. Though that didn't hinder the effect of the punch at all as Amy found out.

"Puuuuoogh!" Amy gasped as she was knocked back by the weight of the punch and Odessa falling into her as she was sent back and slipped as well her side hitting the ropes and slipping through the middle and top one as she ended up sliding downward into the Strawberry pudding. Her arms trying to grab anything but only getting a feel of Odessa's arm which slipped as well and the ropes which she couldn't grasp to save herself from the impact with the last batch of pudding neither girl fully touched.

That belly bashing duel had been a rough one, with both women probably helped out somewhat by the pudding coating their bellies, getting just that extra little bit of shielding that allowed them to trade such bombs. It still hadn't done them much good, and Odessa was determined to end it now, even as she slipped, as she just let herself throw all her weight behind one last, massive uppercut!

Amy couldn't respond to this one. Odessa might be slipping and sliding, but her aim was true, and her fist obliterated Amy's abs—or came damn close to it! Amy went sliding backwards, of course, her balance totally gone, her body hitting the ropes and squeezing between them. Odessa, unable to stop while her fist was still in her foe's midsection, was committed to following wherever the blonde might lead.

And, in this case, that was through the ropes and tumbling down into the strawberry pudding, Odessa landing somewhat on top of Amy with another incredible splat as the two of them, already with a coating of chocolate and a shell over that of vanilla, got a third slathering of pudding to further weigh them down for the rest of this match!

Amy was able to handle the pain of the punch. Even if it was starting to wear her out. But Odessa throwing herself into her mad eit hard for her already slippery figure to stay up. From there she just ends up falling down and unable to catch herself before she lands square into the strawberry pudding with Odessa following her into the place. Amy gasps as she feels the pudding enter her mouth and block her ability to breathe before she pushed up and out and is able to actually get some air. Looking around frantically as she tries to understand her surroundings.

One thing was for sure she probably wouldn't be eating pudding for awhile, she had had her fill of the stuff from this match alone, now she was just singularly focused on taking Odessa down and triumphing in this match once and for all. But she focused on remmoving enough of the pudding from her face to do it and trying to breathe despitenthe burning pain in her abs.

Shortly after dumping Amy into the pudding, Odessa's crash landing would send a tidal wave of pink pudding over the sides of the small pool and crashing against the ring apron, nearly spilling up into the ring proper! Odessa, like Amy, landed on her face, barely keeping her eyes shut as she hit and the pudding invaded her nostrils and her mouth. She was forced to swallow quite a bit of the distinctly fruity stuff, noting that slight bit of freshness which cut through the richness of the other two flavors. Quickly flailing her arms and righting herself to sit up in the pudding, Odessa coughed and hacked and got most of the offending pudding out of her windpipe.

Slowly, she stood up to her full height, wiping at her face, slicing off sheets of pudding with each swipe of her hand. She was stunned after the fall, and needed to take just a few seconds to get herself back in the proper mindset. For now, Amy would get off easy. The blonde was likely even more stunned than the white-haired woman, of course. But Amy would not be let off easy for long!

"Ggggghh..."

Amy was up soon enough but she wasn't able to fully focus on attacking the girl from there at least until she finally got her eyes open enough that she could actually see her target. Licking away the pudding around her lips to keep it from dripping in and lotneitaly blocking her ability to breathe anymore Amy saw Odessa was equally preparing herself. Normally this would be the prime opportunity to attack but Amy didn't start attacking just yet, at least until she knew Odessa had a decent idea where she was at, cause she not only wanted to win she wanted to utterly humble Odessa by beating her in the challenge they clearly set up to end this little exchange.

"Lets finish this!" She said loud enough for the Brit to hear as she took one step closer and proceeded to swing right for the girls abs. Odessa's belly had to be a mark of bruises that resembled nothing like it did before and the blonde was eager to make that pain 10 times worse with what she planned to do to her after.

Odessa opened and closed her mouth rapidly to try to let some of the pudding fall away. Wiping with her hands helped, eventually, though she had to go over the same part of her face four or five times before any real progress was made. As she cleared her vision and her mouth, she watched Amy doing something similar, wanting to attack the blonde, but deciding to hold back, giving them both another minute to fully prepare themselves before they faced off one more time. Odessa waited for Amy to make the first move—it was her turn, after all.

"Ooooughf!" Odessa groaned, as her upper body folded forward in response to the latest punch! Her abs cried out in agony, feeling like white-hot bricks in her gut, but she held them tight, resisting that punch, and even trying to slowly push those knuckles back! She managed to straighten up slightly, still staring Amy down.

"Yes...let's!" Odessa yelled, before swinging a fist forward and trying to nail Amy right in her belly for the umpteenth time, intent on folding her up for good as she tried to slice upward with that punch!