Alicia Soto vs. Rainbow Mika - Sun, Surf, Sirens

[BlackAkuma]

There were those who questioned the tactical soundness of Rainbow Mika’s Flying Peach. They said it was a silly move, that it left her too wide open and had too much of a wind-up. They would talk about weird stuff, like frame data and hit stun, and they would criticize her for yelling out the move in advance. Bad form, they’d claim.

They were probably right.

For a wrestler, the move would be a terrible choice…but Rainbow Mika wasn’t just a wrestler. She was a pro-wrestler, and the key difference came down to one word: Presentation. She didn’t throw her butt in people’s faces for the fun of it - though it was fun - but because the crowd ate it up, and you only had to see the reaction from her fans after she called her move to see the truth of that. They erupted. Sheer, unadulterated adulation, before her feet even touched the ground.

She landed, threw her hands up high, came bouncing out of the corner, and threw two peace signs high into the air, as her people roared around her. "Rainbow Mika! ICHIBAN!

After this, there were several ways she could’ve followed up. The most strategic thing to do would be start working on Alicia’s legs, grind her down with some submission holds. Or she could pulled her out of the ring and get some crowd brawling into the mix - while this wasn’t a hardcore match, there was no count and falls counted anywhere. Whoever set this match up wanted them to fight all over the place, and she wouldn’t mind obliging them. Rainbow Mika was always ready to take her fight to the streets.

And she would. In a moment. Now, now, though, because as she looked over her shoulder and the crowd crooned, she knew there was only one true way to follow up her Flying Peach, especially after she ‘endured’ Alicia’s ass assault from a moment ago. Her opponent was sitting in the corner, dazed, only moments after giving Rainbow Mika a stinkface. This wasn’t happenstance - no, it was a sign from the wrestling gods, an edict from Palaestra herself. There was only one way in which to precede.

Rainbow Mika gave her ass cheek a hard, echoing slap, a signal to the crowd, before she strolled over to her fallen foe, mimicking Alicia’s own sultry strut as she approached, though she admittedly couldn't quite match her style. What she liked in seductive grace, however, she made up for in vigor and experience, as she spun about, gripped the ropes tight, and planted her feet.

A moment to build up the tension. A deep breath. A nibbling of the lip.

Rainbow Mika shot her hips out, ramming her ass into Alicia’s face and making her the instant envy of millions. She planted her feet firmly and let all of her weight drop onto the woman’s face, ensuring her features went deep into the cleft, completely swallowed by her cheeks.There’d be no air escaping on her watch, and Alicia would be lucky to get a sliver of sunlight.

”RAINBOW MIKA, ICHIBAN! RAINBOW MIKA, ICHIBAN!”

She began to grind against Alicia’s face in time with the crowd’s chants, as the widest smile took over her face. She lowered her head as she continued the fanfare and spoke, hoping her voice would carry to Alicia over the din. "Just want you to know, I'm having the time of my life, right now."

[HotWheels]

Siren's exact reality came back in pieces.

Her eyes fluttered open, her vision swimming as she tried to focus. Dark strands of hair hung in front of her face, plastered to her forehead and cheeks with sweat. Through the curtain of black, she caught glimpses of herself. Her legs were splayed out in front of her, thighs spread obscenely wide. Her pink bikini bottom had ridden up from the awkward way she'd collapsed, the fabric cutting into her hips and leaving very little to the imagination in the front. One of her top's strings had loosened, threatening to spill her breast out entirely if she moved wrong.

Shit. She needed to get up. This wasn't the Hollywood Siren, who owned every moment of camera time. She had the camera time, no doubt - the phones were still flashing, and one of the cameras around no doubt zoomed in on her - but they were capturing all the right things for all the wrong reasons. And Siren couldn't abide by that. She planted one hand against the bottom turnbuckle pad, trying to push herself up. Her head spun, that kick and the Flying Peach having done more damage than she wanted to admit. But she had to move. Had to get up. Had to-

The crowd's volume suddenly shifted, the tone changing from general excitement to something more specific. More rhythmic. It triggered something familiar in her mind.

Siren's head lifted slightly, hair falling away from her face enough to see. Her vision focused just in time to catch Mika turning around a few feet away, that perfect ass aimed directly at the corner. Directly at her.

"Fffff-" She started to jerk her shoulders to the side since they could move faster than the rest of her body right now - anything to get out of the line of fire. But she only managed to shift maybe an inch before she saw Mika's hips shoot backward, saw that blue-clad ass coming straight for her face. There was a split second - barely a heartbeat - where she could've maybe ducked, maybe thrown her head back through the pads. But something stopped her. Some traitorous part of her brain that whispered it's Mika and made her hesitate just long enough.

Then she took the impact.

The world disappeared into warmth and pressure and the overwhelming sensation of Mika's ass completely engulfing her face. Her nose pressed flat, her mouth and chin buried in the cleft between those legendary cheeks, her entire head swallowed by firm muscle and soft flesh wrapped in that thin blue fabric.

"Mmmgph-"

Mika's full weight settled onto her, pinning her head back against the bottom turnbuckle with nowhere to go, and the gulp of air that Siren had sucked in as she prepared herself to dodge came out as a way-too-pathetic sound. The blonde's cheeks compressed around her features, cutting off air completely. But worse - or better, her brain couldn't decide - was how thoroughly she was buried. She couldn't see anything past the blue fabric filling her vision. Couldn't breathe anything except Mika's scent. Couldn't feel anything except that perfect ass grinding against her face.

She was on the receiving end of the most famous ass in professional wrestling, and every single nerve in her face was screaming about it.

Her hands came up, palms pressing against Mika's hips. She should push. Should try to shove the blonde off, should fight, should do something that resembled resistance. But her fingers just... stayed there. Resting against warm skin. Feeling the flex of Mika's muscles as she adjusted her position. She hadn't taken many of these herself, and it showed.

The grinding started, and Siren's entire body tensed. Mika rolled her hips in rhythm with the crowd's chanting, and every movement dragged different parts of her ass across Siren's trapped face. Her nose traced the cleft. Her lips pressed against fabric and flesh. Her cheekbones felt the firmness of those glutes flexing. In some ways... she couldn't complain.

And she couldn't help it. A quick moan escaped before she could stop it - muffled completely by Mika's ass, probably inaudible to anyone else, but she heard it. Felt it vibrate against the blonde's body. A sound she never made in the ring, a sound of pure, involuntary response to... this. The most uniquely desperate situation she had ever been in, maybe the most humiliating one yet, in public, anyway.

And Mika was having the time of her life. With her. In this position. That shouldn't have dimmed the fury she felt at having her face used and abused like this, but... it did. Knowing that Mika was enjoying this, that she was getting off on smothering her face in ass...

She couldn't finish the thought. Rather than unpack anything else, her hands twitched against Mika's hips, fingers finally trying to grip, to pull, to do something. With what little strength she could muster - far less than she should've had after the barrage and... this - she tried to pull Mika down. Tried to disrupt her balance, drag her off her throne.

[BlackAkuma]

It was a little-known fact that Rainbow Mika was actually giving Stinkfaces before she ever became an official pro wrestler. Back when she was still coming up and training, it was a way she would often cap off her sparring matches with Yamato, and it grew into a sort of tradition with them - one that her friend never objected to, not even once, which was a little odd now that she thought about it…

Anyway, as she came into her own and her world-class ass turned into a staple of her style, she had perfected her technique, refined it after years of practice, and could claim to be one of the world’s foremost experts on the ‘technique’ - she had spent an unseemly amount of time perfecting it, working on the stance, learning the proper way to disturbed her weight, et cetera. Luckily, she had no shortage of willing volunteers to practice with.

Alicia would be feeling the results of that practice now, as her ass settled over the Latina’s lovely features and created a perfect seal. She might have lacked the bigger woman’s sheer size, but she more than made up for it in other, subtler ways. Her glutes spread wide, pulling her face in deep, with muscles that pulsed and pressed and kept her firmly in place. Her legs locked her against the turnbuckle and worked to keep her pinned.

Rainbow Mika was pleased with the results. And, if that moan she heard - and felt - from Alicia was anything to go by, she wasn’t the only one.

"Well, hello there."Rainbow Mika had a good laughed and wiggled along Alicia’s hands roamed along her skin. She brought her voice low and conspiratorial, dropping her usual boisterous bluster to throw a private message Alicia’s way. "Guess we've got more in common than I thought, huh?"

Much as she would’ve loved to stay here and do this for much, much longer, this wasn’t that sort of match, and she wasn’t about to get a knockout this way, not that she’d even want to. Alicia's resistance was surging back, and while she definitely could’ve ridden this out a bit longer and milked the moment for everything it was worth, she had a match to win - as fun as this was, no one had ever gotten a pinfall by a Stinkface.
Rainbow Mika backed stepped out of the corner, with the suction so tight on Alicia’s face that she actually pulled her head along for a brief second, before it plopped free and fell back against the pads. She took a moment to soak in the crowd’s applause, arms out wide and accepting, but she spun about on her heel and moved back. "All right, back to work..."

Rainbow Mika reached down, gripped Alicia’s head, and roughly hauled the woman up and she was standing against the pads. She hopped up and planted her foot on the bottom ropes and leaned against the bigger woman, pressing her blossoming chest against the Latina’s face as she pointed towards the sky. "Time to take you for a ride!"

She made her intent clear in the next moment as she leaped straight up, wrapped her legs around Alicia’s head, jerked back, and attempted to pull the Hollywood Siren’s body along with her, trying to send her flying towards the center of the ring with a hurricanrana.