The Belly Olympics: Day One

The White Tiger had made this the intimate, primal competition it was. She was paying for that, of course, with pain in her midsection like she had never felt before, sharp and white-hot and twisting as if she was being carved up down there. But there were also rewards. Amy's face was contorted in pain now, her eyes wincing with every squeeze, her forehead dripping with sweat, her nose wrinkling, her cheeks cringing, her lips quivering. If Odessa ever considered giving up, seeing all of Amy's bluster and bravada splintering around her kept her going. She kept her claws digging deeper into those weak spots, twisting and rending, glaring into Amy's eyes as she did...

Janet was keeping a close eye on the situation. Both women were obviously in bad shape, and, though they may not have noticed it, they were actually stumbling slightly, wobbling a step to the left or right with each squeeze. She could tell by the way their eyelids drooped that they both might actually pass out from the pain that they were in. She couldn't see much of their bellies, but what she could see was bright red, some of it even turning purple, bruised flesh where they were invading the divots between each other's abs. Those bellies were weak enough that a smaller girl like Janet would only need a few punches to cave them in, but the amazons were still going at it, and Janet could sense that it was only a matter of seconds until a collapse came, one way or another.

Odessa sensed it, too. And, communicating with Amy with nothing but her eyes, she sank her claws in deeper one more time, as far as they could go, and then, putting all her weight behind it, she squeezed with all her might with the aim of bringing Amy to her knees once and for all.

Everyone was watching now, and the way they were moving it seemed that staying upright for long was impossible, right now they were the weakest two in the room barely able to support one another, so that meant they had to go all in and attack or falter. Despite the pain in her own midsection and the mess being made with her body Amy would brace herself for one final attack placing her hands in all of the weak spots that she found and pressing her hand in as deep as possible, sinking into Odessa's belly like a jaw biting down on prey, it was hard, and painful. Painful enough that Amy could feel her head shaking and struggling to maintain the kiss and even harder to keep her eyes open, but she did. Because she'd be damned if she missed it...damned If she missed the moment Odessa felt full fear again, even if her legs collapsed and her body broke, she'd see it again.

Chelsea winced seeing the two sink into each other, she knew they both embraced the animal gimmick but this looked painful for everyone, and it was clear that this was going to be over soon as the two went for the killing blows to decide it all. Kyoko watched, eyes going between both competitors looking for any difference ins trance or posture that would tell her who won, even leaning in to try and find it.

All four other women in the room were riveted as the two duelists went for what was clearly intended to be another final attack simultaneously. This time, it seemed like one of them was actually going to give in. Neither of them could flex their abs at all, while their claw holds were still working at almost full strength. They were shaking more than they realized, enough that it seemed they might topple over just from lack of balance, while sweat droplets flew off of their heads and lips glossy with spit seemed to mash and slide over each other rather than maintaining a properly-sealed kiss. From her close-up vantage point, Janet could see the way their eyelids drooped down heavily, the little twitches and cringes with every press of the other's fingertips in their broken bellies, the rumbles and gasps of pain that passed between their mouths...

The White Tiger and the Lion were both going for the kill, and the way they were tearing each other apart it seemed ridiculous to think that either of them could be in shape to fight through another battle even this same week, let alone in just a few minutes.

But they were going to persevere. Especially Odessa. Especially after she felt her foot slip and her knee bend, which caused the kiss to be broken and her claw hold on Amy's belly to become just a little less perfectly crushing. The brief slip made Amy's fingers dig even further into Odessa's abs, like she was hanging on them like ten sharp little hooks. And without the kiss to smother the sound, Odessa could not help but let out a loud, deep-throated "Uuuunnngghhff!"

Nothing was left, they put it all out there, Amy and Odessa were trying to break their bodies completely and endure hell to win the first of 16 battles. But only one of them was going too and for the moment that seemed impossible to tell, that was until Odessa slipped or caved in at the wrong moment, it was hard to tell. She slipped all the same, messing up her grip and her stance and leaning more into the crushing hold before the kiss broke, letting Odessa give way to her pain and moan out in agony of her current position, a losing one. Amy's eyes were wide again, the pain was still there and despite her grip being weaker it was stronger than it was seconds ago but that didn't matter. Not even Odessa's screams of pain mattered or the fact that her belly was deeper into her arms then ever. What mattered was Odessa's eyes....

In her eyes Amy saw the White Tiger yield, Odessa was admitting defeat and her face was no longer showing strength. Amy wanted to attack now before Odessa's fighting instincts kicked in, it was rare to see an Odessa that gave in to fear, she had to make it last! Amy squeezed Odessa's belly with renewed strength, pushing herself hard to make it worse, to make a strong fighter like Odessa feel helpless, to make her submit in every way possible.

Odessa's eyes were squeezed shut reflexively in pain as she felt those claws digging as deep as they could go into her abdomen. As long as she was able to maintain her own hold on Amy, something had seemed to numb the pain in her own belly, as torturous as it had been. Now that she had slipped, it was ten times worse. She couldn't help but let out another moan, this one distinctly high-pitched and plaintive, as her own fingers pressed deep into Amy's abs again, trying to reestablish her grip—but she had fallen behind now. When she opened her eyes again and met Amy's gaze, she found the blonde staring hungrily into them, and Odessa cringed in anger and disgust and frustration as she could see that smugness gleaming in the woman's golden irises.

"Uuuhnnn!" Odessa kept fighting, her claw hold still causing plenty of damage to Amy, though she knew that winning was unlikely now. She wanted to deny Amy the pleasure of the victory in any way she could, though. Odessa might be a nice girl, but she did have her pride, and she was starting to get tired of this blonde thinking that she could outfight her. She was going to battle to the bitter end...and make Amy pay dearly in the next contest, and the next, and the next...

"Aaangh! F-fuuuuck...!"

Odessa's anger grew the longer the hold was locked in now that she knew she was defeated, slowly the fear started to give away and turned to anger and spite. The White Tiger was trying to go down fighting and ignore the fact that her body was submitting. She kept trying to keep pushing, even throwing out her decorum to swear and stay defiant. It was cute, but Amy wanted the White Tiger to mewl and submit again. Odessa was putting her through hell to try and fight longer so that she could make Amy feel pain longer. She definitely felt it, but it paled in comparison to the confidence she felt knowing she'd won when Odessa was giving it her all...again.

"Keep at it...Maybe one day you'll be on my level.." Amy said pushing her head closer to keep eye level with her, refusing to let herself miss a minute or daring Odessa to close her eyes and admit she couldn't bare to look at her. Kyoko, leaned back watching the two compete still but it was obvious they were done, still she respected Odessa not backing down despite the loss.

"Just...you wait..." Odessa growled through gritted teeth, her anger only just barely avoiding a boil-over as Amy decided she had a decisive enough advantage to spend breath taunting. Odessa wanted to make her pay for that, and on some level she must be, as any oxygen Amy used on words could not be used reinforcing her failed abs. But it wasn't enough to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat.

"Aagh!" Odessa cried out again, eyes crinkling in pain, knees bending slightly as Amy loomed over her. The blonde made sure their eye contact wasn't broken, and Odessa stared hard back into her foe's eyes, defiant to the last, even as the pain made her groan and bark. "D-damn it!"

Janet was ready for this, and moved a step closer so that she was in the peripheral vision of both fighters. "Odessa, do you want to submit?"

"Like...hell...uuurk..."

Amy snorted, seeing Odessa trying to remain defiant and refuse to surrender even when she was now clearly losing. It was the cutest she ever looked the Lion, trying to keep the fight going even when she was running out of strength, it was better than her posh attitude at least as far as Amy was concerned. The Lion kept squeezing, not giving Odessa a single chance to escape and pay her back she wanted to force her to surrender or verbally submit after her stubbornness got in the way and was causing her more pain, to drill her in to the idea that it was her who would win all 16 fights and maintain complete dominance over Odessa even after all of her hard work.

"It's funny, I've never been in her position and yet I can understand exactly what Odessa's going through. No competitor likes to work so hard just to fall short in anything." Kyoko muttered, mostly to herself but she couldn't help expressing her thoughts with her display in front of them, the way Odessa was writhing in Amy's unstable arms. Even now the Lion was struggling and her body was shaking, the only thing that looked tight was that hold, Amy would let her legs give out before she let Odessa go. Chelsea noticed it too and could tell that was the closest thing to respect Amy could show someone.

"Mm, it does seem like it really sucks..." Fallon agreed, having just barely heard what her girlfriend said. Part of her wanted to taunt Kyoko, but she was too enraptured by the scene in front of them. She leaned her head against Kyoko's as both of them leaned in to watch the final stages of the contest.

Odessa did not intend to verbally submit, and Janet backed off after asking the first time. Odessa kept on attacking, and felt confident that she was inflicting as much damage on Amy as Amy was on her. But she had fallen behind, and that momentary lapse had doomed her chances in this first competition. It did light a ferocious spark in her heart, though. She was going to make Amy pay for her arrogance, and she was going to savor the look on the woman's face as she lost contest after contest over the next three and a half days.

"Uuungh!" In the here and now, she was struggling. She winced again, even without a squeeze from Amy, her knees bending in towards each other, her eyelids fluttering. She was going to pass out from the pain soon, and her breath was coming in labored, difficult gasps. "Aaangh...uugh...aahf..."

"Do you want to submit?" Janet asked, moving in closer again.

"Uurh...f-fuuck...f-fine..."

Amy's arms were getting in deep, crushing Odessa's tummy hard enough that Odessa was losing her footing and looking like she was close to passing out. It was strange to wonder how she was even standing when she was clearly behind after her slip up, but was still trying her hardest. Unfortunately as time passes it became clear that she wasn't going to get any closer to winning and the gap seemed to be getting even wider even with Amy struggling with each passing second. Her fluttering eyes made it hard to see, which annoyed Amy who wanted to see the White Tiger cave when Odessa did, instead between her labored moans and Janet asking the question again she finally submitted, with noticeable reluctance even then. Amy was tempted to give her belly another squeeze.

"Was that good enough...I barely..heard you there loser.." Amy said taunting Odessa more but not pressing her attack any longer. "Amy." Chelsea said sternly not expecting Amy to keep the hold on much longer but prepared to scold her all the same. Amy smirked and let go. "You're no fun." Amy said letting Odessa go, but her love of being spiteful right back got the better of her, grabbing Odessa's hair and making her crawl with her over to Chelsea. "Speak up louder so our guest of honor can hear you, tell the judges who won this contest." Amy said being snarkier than usual due to her love of the competition.