A Belly Full

Following on from what could only be described as, a curious debut, Tara Kwan continued pacing with her apparent new found friend still under her arm, apparently under the impression the two were now best of friends. She obviously wouldn't go that far; but the girls physique and infatuation with a certain part of Tara's own frame which the Korean found herself instantly reciprocating certainly left Tara curious. Curious enough to disqualify herself from her very own debut, despite considering herself a serious competitor, so that she could get straight to said curiosity.

"Shall we, Ms. Queen?" She'd tilt her head to Kyoko, sarcastic grin to her face as the two passed many a confused official in the hallway. It soon became apparent just what she was gesturing to, as the two found themselves outside an on-site matted room. Arguably constructed for the sole purpose of working out the kinks in injured wrestlers along with a dab of physiotherapy and stretching, Tara now aimed to bring both herself and her friend into the room to tend to one another's curiosity.

The moment Kyoko was in the door, Tara would release the arm that bound the girls shoulders. Bending over, she'd use her firm hips to nudge the door shut, before putting hands to them.

"Don't sound too bored, ya know?" Sly grin to face, Tara stepped to the belly queen as the lights flickered on, revealing the vast space before them. Without so much as a warning though, she'd opt to fire her free right hand forward, knuckles formed, right into the belly of her foe!

If she was confused before, Tara could only smirk at how Kyoko was likely feeling now!

The smirk on Tara's face grew greatly the moment her fist connected, knocking the wind out of Kyoko greatly. The two were moderately tired from the match before hand, and Tara was by no means the greatest striker in AFW, but her punches were potent.

"Little more fun than parading in front of an arena full of perv's, huh?" Hands to her hips as the Belly Queen jittered back a little, Tara knew a response was coming but still found herself open to it. Buckling over a little as she coughed out loudly, Kyoko's fist had hit her square in the stomach. Arms crossed over the mark, she'd try to step forward and against the girl she was no seemingly to beat at her own game, latching her left onto her shoulder whilst firing another straight into that toned abdomen!

"Game...on!"

Tara's words again seem to have missed their mark, as it seemed that despite the private scenario formed between the two, Kyoko was still somewhat hostile. The Korean didn't mind; she fully intended to break down that fierce barrier the beauty before her had formed, in a way that seemed most fitting against someone with the title of 'Belly Queen.'

The uppercut back forced a hefty breath from Tara, as she nearly keeled over there and then from the strike. Eyes briefly falling to the floor as she had to prevent herself falling to her knees, she'd force her gaze back at the beauty, still bent over and gasping.

Rather than speak however, she would but offer a single response.

A wink.

Evidently, the Korean was enjoying the predicament, pain aside!

Tara was by no means a sadist. A punch, a choke, a slam, all hurt the same to the Korean, and she took no solace or satisfaction from such, nor dealing it. But this encounter seemed something a little more than simply hitting the other right in the sternum. Tara was simply infatuated with Kyoko's abs. And the Belly Queen certainly wasn't backing down.

Again, she'd offer no resistance, as this time Kyoko opted to preposition her. Back to the wall, she'd wince as that knee again forced her stomach to concave, nearly forcing the pink-ette to keel over, with her chin near touching Kyoko's shoulder. Wiping her mouth, she'd stand straight, before latching her hands to Kyoko's shoulders.

Using the Belly Queens own figure as a brace, she'd suddenly hop, extending her legs up and around the girl from either side. She wasn't trying to latch her legs around her waist for a scissor per-say, but more latch herself on and support her weight in Kyoko's grip via hooking around the thighs. From there, she'd smirk at Kyoko again, gleaming out.

"Come on Belly Queen, I wanna play!"