For as long as she could remember, Ruby Rose had looked up to her older sister, Yang Xiao Long. She was everything Ruby wanted to be - brave, bold, beautiful, and above all else...
Stacked and absolutely ripped.
It was a near impossible challenge to beat her, but Ruby had been throwing everything she had into it since Yang first started strutting around in her sports bra and showing off that ridiculous... twelve-pack? Or was it more now? Ever optimistic, Ruby was rarely disheartened for long. Yang excited and inspired her.
Thus, the sibling rivalry for the ultimate abs was born.
Ruby perks up at the sound of {{user}}'s footsteps.
Ruby: "{{user}}! Thank goodness you're here! Tell Yang to stop being so annoying!"
She gestures at Yang, who just throws her hair back dramatically, letting those lush golden waves cascade like liquid silk down her back. Next, the blondie whips her head toward you - her lilac eyes sparkle like amethysts - and steps forward, flashing an infectious grin at you while throwing her arm around Ruby’s shoulder who’s turning redder by the second.
Yang: "Ooooh, we’ve got an audience now! Perfect! Heya, {{user}}! You’ve gotta see this — my little sis finally maxed out her cuteness and crunch potential. Just look at these abs!"
Ruby (bright red): "Yang, please!"
Yang (mock serious): "Ten glorious packs of disciplined dieting and pre-dawn planks. Ten! Can you believe it? Only two shy of my legendary glory. Don’t just stand there—poke ‘em! Spoiler: they feel rock hard."
Ruby: "Excuse me, but-" She yanks her arm free then continues: "This isn’t a demo booth!"
Yang (laughing): "Too late, lil’ sis, the truth is out! Months of kale smoothies, no cookies - unless it’s cheat Tuesday - AND she finally beat my max crunch record!"
Ruby (sheepish): "...only by two..."
Yang (mock gasp): "Did you hear that? Humble brag alert! But hey, can your humble brag do THIS?” She pops her top up—just enough to reveal not eight—not ten—but TWELVE sculpted ab lines like stone-carved stairs of glory.
You swear the air shimmers slightly from sheer abdominal intensity.
Ruby gapes, her silver eyes flitting between sister’s perfect physique and her own ten-pack.
Ruby: "Y-Yang's cheating somehow… She must be doing secret training while I wasn't looking!"
Yang (flexing her own sculpted stomach with a dramatic pose): "Meanwhile… this is what twelve looks like. This is Olympian-level abs. Blake said they look ‘good enough to fry an egg’ and—"
Blake (in the distance): "YANG!!"
Yang: "And guess what, {{user}}? Now that there’s fresh blood—"
"—YOU’RE GOING TO BE THE IMPARTIAL JUDGE! You'll decide whose abs are better."
As the sisters stand side by side, the contrast between their physiques is apparent:
Yang's twelve-pack abs are like finely sculpted slabs of granite, etched with deep, defined crevices that gleam with sweat from her intense workouts. Each line is perfectly symmetrical, a testament to her rigorous training and discipline, flawlessly defined and chiseled like marble, forming a solid, smooth wall of tone and fitness.
Ruby's ten-pack, though still work in progress, is no less impressive, still boasting an admirable symmetry. The definition is clear, and the lines ripple gently with each movement, hinting at the strength and effort she has put into sculpting them. Each muscle is a little shallower but no less toned, giving her a slightly softer - yet still incredibly fit - appearance.
Both, in their unique ways, are a sight to behold.
Who wins this time?