Dusting Off: Angela Belti vs. Alaina Sanders-Haines

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type
Standard
Victory Conditions
Pinfall, Count-Out, Submission, or KO

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To Angela Belti, wrestling was like an old lover. She never quite knew how much she missed it until she was back here.

She would go years away from the sport, traveling the world, living the best life she could live, and she would think that she was over being in the ring. She wouldn’t regret her time outside of it, and she would think that she was done every time. Her life was complete, no need to overcomplicate things.

But then she would find herself in the gorilla position, getting ready for a match in the dressing room, and she would feel the crowd’s rumbling through the walls. She would smell the unmistakable odor of sweat permeating through the door. Her heart would beat with a faster cadence, her blood would race with anticipation of the battle to come, and she would know that this was where she was meant to be. She would remember how much she loved wrestling.

Now, if only she could get her daughter on the same page.

Angela stood in front of the dressing room mirror, putting the finishing touches on makeup, while Desdemona waited in the corner, twiddling on her phone. They’d both come dressed in their wrestling outfits, even though she was the only one competing tonight, and it had taken no small amount of arguing to make her daughter understand the importance of wearing her costume in her first televised appearance. If Desdemona had her way, she would’ve sat in the audience.

”Be sure to pay attention, tonight.” Angela ran her fingers through her hair, trying to get out all the nasty kinks. ”I know Alaina and I aren’t your sort of wrestler, but you can still learn a lot from seeing someone with her experience in action.”

La Donna Perfetta

”Mhm.”

”Your rope running in particular could use some work. I want you to focus on the way she moves with each step, see how she marks the distance.”

”Mhm.”

”...you’re not paying attention to anything I say, are you?”

”Mhm.”

Angela’s face scrunched up and sported wrinkles beyond her age, as she finally looked over her shoulder and saw her daughter sitting there, tweeting her heart with that all-too familiar blank, vacant looking and scrolling eyes. Probably on some Twitter thread again, posting some nonsense that had nothing to do with the business they were about to engage in.

This was, however, an easy fix. Angela simply turned around, reached out, and plucked the phone clean out of her daughters hands.

”Hey, hey!” Desdemona popped out of her seat and jumped, trying to reach for the phone as Angela held it above her head, but Angela kept it just out of her daughter’s reach. Ah, the perks of being over a foot taller than your offspring. ”Gimme back my phone.”

She shook her head. ”It’s my phone, technically. Unless you want to start paying your phone bill with the money you don’t have.” That stopped Desdemona’s little temper tantrum in its tracks, and her daughter simply huffed, folded her arms and looked off to the side. ”No, I thought not.”

Angela turned back to the mirror and slid the phone into her jacket pocket, as Desdemona stomped over with the biggest pout on her face. It would’ve been cute ten years ago. Much less so, now. ”Mom, come ooooooooooon. I’ll pay attention to the match, I promise, I just wanted to put something out on TikTok before-”

”You can do it after the match. For now, I want your undivided attention in that ring.” Angela turned to the side, staring deep in her daughter’s eye and bringing out her sternest tone. ”Are we clear?”

Desdemona looked off to the side for a second, hesitated, then brought her gaze back where she knew it belonged - looked her mother straight in the eyes. After a moment of fading rebellion, she nodded. ”Crystal.”

”That’s my girl.”

Homecoming by Makeup and Vanity Set

The mood had simmered some after twenty minutes, reaching a cool temperature by the time the two Beltis were on their way to the ring. The crowd gave her a mixed reaction, with some of them clearly familiar with Angela’s global runs and giving her a fair bit of applause. The older, less mainstream fans, she would wager. The newer, LAW exclusive ones booed her, but she suspected that had less to do with them not welcoming a newcomer and more with that newcomer taking on such an established talent in the league. Alaina was the gold standard here, and she wouldn’t be the favorite going in, but that was hardly a rare problem. People liked to root for an underdog, and when you were over six feet tall, well…

Angela made her way up steps, pulled down the top rope and stepped over it to enter the ring. She made her way across the ring with long, slow, powerful steps along the way, and raised her arms up in a bodybuilding pose once she was at the far end. She flexed, not just to show off, but to get her body good and warm, pumping herself up for the action to come.

Her music faded soon enough, and she settled into the corner to wait. As she did, however, she made sure to send a quick, nonverbal message towards her daughter…

@_@

[Highfly]

Alaina was up against a veteran tonight and the amazon was eager to keep her momentum rolling against Angela. Alaina didn't know as much as she should have, admittedly spending almost too much time looking over every bit of Kat and Astrid match tape to prepare for her triple threat title match.

Tonight may be the final match of hers prior to the PPV so she was going to make the most of it, her desire was to make a statement for everyone to take notice.

Clad in a one piece leopard print swimsuit, leopard kneepads and leopard boots Alaina emerged out into the arena as her music began to play. She heard the crowd roar and she pointed out to them, smiling as she did. The confident old amazonnhigh fived fans all the way down the ramp and jumped up onto the apron before climbing through the ropes. Once inside the ring Alaina flexed and posed a bit to flaunt her figure before stepping up to the middle of the ring extending her hand for a handshake.

[BlackAkuma]

Angela liked to keep herself placid and statuesque during a match, wanting to play up the whole deal with her being an implacable colossus. In her experience, it worked wonders - she could faze her foes before the match even started, get in hits that she wouldn’t normally score with.

But here, she couldn't help but smile as Alaina made her way down to the ring. She could see that determined, driven look in her eyes, the glare of a woman with something to prove. This would be her last match before a PPV and a championship shot - it was safe to say that winning was a top priority for the Amazon, looking to go into her most important match with a strong start.

If she lost, it could ruin all her momentum, perhaps even cost her the next match. Momentum was an important thing.

If Angela won, it would put a rocket on her career in LAW.

This was the kind of pressure La Donna Perfetta craved. More than eager to start, she stepped out and accepted the handshake, squeezing tight. ”Amazon. It’s an honor.” She leaned forward with a slight bow. ”You brought your best for me today, I hope.”

[Highfly]

Alaina looked up a bit at the taller woman and smiled. "Honey, I bring my best every match. I just hope you know what you got yourself into stepping into the ring with me." Alaina said.

The bell rang signifying the start of the match and Alaina circled Angela a moment before lunging in to try to grab hold of the taller woman, hoping to start things off by grappling with her and slamming her abdomen with a few hard knee strikes! Alaina was hoping to try to stun her long enough to pull off something bigger but she knew that she had to soften up her opponent before anything, and not knowing what Angela was capable of left Alaina being a bit cautious.

[BlackAkuma]

Watching two women over twice her age go at in the middle of the ring. Truly, Dizzy was in seventh heaven.

She did her best to stifle a yawn as she leaned against the barricade, keeping her eyes locked on the fight in front of her so that, when her mother inevitably looked her way, she wouldn’t see how bored she truly was with all of this. She got it, she saw the importance of it all, and she knew how much this meant to her mother. Alaina was a big name in the company, this was a huge deal.

For her. Dizzy was just wishing she could’ve watched it from the back, with the air conditioning and her phone and the lack of popcorn wafting into her nose.

Inside the ring, however, the elder Belti was far more enthusiastic, feeling her blood heat up the moment the bell rang. Alaina must’ve had a similar sensation, because she brought the fight straight away, coming in close and laying into her with hard knees, striking deep into her abdomen. It left Angela gasping, but if that was the sort of damage it took to slow her down, she wouldn’t have had anywhere near as fruitful a career as she had. This wasn’t even the tip.

She kept Alaina in close, only to push her way out of the grapple with a certain burst, separating them by a couple of steps. It was a gap she was quick to close, as she moved in, dip low, and swung her arm upwards with European Uppercut, trying to catch the Amazon clean on the jaw.

[Highfly]

Alaina hoped her hard knee shots would stun Angela enough to give her pause allowing Alaina to go for something else... but that didn't happen. As the amazon tried to adjust her grip of the woman she was shoved away and hit in the jaw with an uppercut! Alaina's head snapped back and her hair flew everywhere as she stumbled back on limp legs for a few steps but managed to stay up. She shook her head and zeroed back in on Angela, moving at her as quickly as she could looking to extend her arm and crash into her with the biggest clothesline she could!

[BlackAkuma]

The ring rang out with the sound of a stiff shot, coming in clear as Angela landed one of her better hits on the veteran. In truth, she hadn't been expecting too much out of the blow, just thinking it would stun Alaina for a few seconds, but it actually did a bit more than that - it created space. And with space, came opportunities.

She broke into a run straight away, looking to close the gap with a lariat, but there was a problem halfway through - Alaina, who’d been getting wobbly a second ago, recovered just a tad earlier than Angela expected and came at her with a full head of steam. She had only begun to raise her arm for her own lariat, and the smaller woman had speed on her side, backing up more than enough power for a serious impact. Which meant there was only one way for this to end up.

”Gah!” The blow hit her chest like a freight train and sent her flopping back, hitting the mat with a deafening splat. It was even enough to make Desdemona jump, stunned by the rare sight of her mother being floored less than a minute into a match.

”Mama mia!” She squeaked, then ducked her head in under the bottom rope. ”Shit, ma, you all right?”

Angela just winced and started to sit up, trying to shake it off as fast as she could. ”Yes. And watch your language.”

[Highfly]

Alaina floored the bigger grappler and she didn't want to stop there. As Angela was rising Alaina moved in grabbing hold of her and pulling her up to her feet. However Alaina wasn't going to end there. She could tell Angela wasn't used to wrestling women capable of using a wide array of power moves against her. So Alaina wanted to send a message as she landed a body punch then knee to the abdomen before wrapping an arm around Angela's head. The amazon grabbed onto her waist and looked to heft her up into the air for a vertical suplex, holding her straight up for a moment before sending her crashing down to the canvas below!

[BlackAkuma]

Alaina had just scored a first by knocking Angela down in record, flooring her with that powerful clothesline, leaving her stunned in more ways than one. She’d known that was going to happen in this match, it wasn’t like the Amazon was just some lightweight she could throw around the ring with ease, but the sudden alacrity of it all was enough to take her off guard.

It wasn’t about to get any better, either.

She had just been sitting up when Alaina reached down, snagged her up, and hefted her up into, of all things, a vertical suplex.

A. Vertical. Suplex.

It wasn’t the first time she’d been put into this move. It was the first time she’d been put into the stalling version of it, held upside down. She was well over two hundred pounds, and hold all that weight up for any real period of time was a respectable feet for anyone, let alone a woman she was almost a head taller than.

She scarcely had time to process it before she was sent crashing into the mat, hitting with enough force to make her bounce on impact. She sat up and hissed, with her back arched and her teeth gritted, with her spine sizzling from the damage. Not the best start.

[Highfly]

With Angela sitting up rubbing her back Alaina opted to keep things in low gear wedging her shin on Angela's spine as she knelt and wrapped her hands around Angela's chin to transition into a reverse chin lock! Alaina gripped hard and pulled back with all her strength trying to keep rolling while inflicting all the damage she could against her opponent.