Julie O'Reilly vs Hollywood Siren - Mold of Fame (Pt.1)

[Jaystar]

David vs Goliath surely wasn't an unusual setting in wrestling, and much less inside the LAW ring... But the contrast between Julie and Siren was surely one of the more marked ones that the audience had seen. And this time, it looked very questionable whether the David would really have any means to realistically defeat the Goliath.

Especially, when comparing the effects of Julie's chops and Siren's knee strike. The red marks that the Irish girl's efforts had managed to produce were visible, yes, but realistically, not hindering the thicker latina at all. If anything, she merely cherished them as some kind of battle scars, or medals of honor, that she would be very happy to let the crowds to see...

What the crowds were probably happier to see though were the effects of Siren's knee strike, and more importantly, the position in which it had left Julie. It wasn't only the Velvet Hood's entrance theme that was leaving the crowds longing for getting their hands on some blue velvet now... Even if the cameras were doing their best with capturing the feeling.

The only person who could realistically get their hands on them though was Hollywood Siren herself... And she seemed to be more keen on letting Julie get her hands all over her own curvy hips and thighs instead. A fact that she didn't fail to voice out, either.

Now, was there truth behind the latina's words? In a way... Yes. Julie certainly did not mind a chance getting this up, close and personal with a figure like Siren's. In fact, it could have often been a dream come true for her... Well, under normal circumstances.

These were not normal circumstances. Despite their inherent appeal, the sight of Siren's thighs was now more imposing, and dangerous, than anything. Julie knew very well what could happen next. Especially, as these had to be one of the thickest thighs she had ever been this close to... Surely, comparable to Isa's, at least.

Unfortunately, Julie's concerns were soon about to be proven right, as Siren's hungry thighs quickly captured the Irish girl's head between them. The applied squeeze was already tough to take in itself, making it hard for the gingerhead to hear any of the words that the latina then proceeded to utter.... But none of that mattered, really. Julie's fate was sealed.

Soon enough the helpless lightweight got her head driven thunderously to the mat with the sitout headscissors driver! It immediately disoriented the Irish girl, incapacitating her for the moment in the heavyweight's clutches... All the while the crowds got to witness the sight of the mat-eating girl's ginger hair only peeking from beneath the latina's curvy hips and thighs.



A sight, that also caused Isa to already have seen enough. She could no longer view this battle simply from the monitors, but rather, had to start making her way towards the ringside...

[HotWheels]

Fuckin' perfect.

The impact vibrated through Siren's hips and thighs as Julie's head drove into the canvas, the satisfying thud echoing just beneath the roar of the crowd and making them all the louder. She sat there for a moment, savoring it, feeling the smaller woman slumped between her legs. Ginger hair splayed out across the mat right between her thighs, and Siren couldn't help the wicked smile that spread across her face as she looked down at her handiwork. The phones flashed from every direction, capturing the moment, and she gave them time to drink it in, rolling her shoulders back so the cameras could catch even the red marks on her chest, the marks of battle.

Cheers from some sections, groans from others. She caught a few boos mixed in there too, probably from people who'd been hoping the underdog might somehow pull off a miracle. Good. She liked it better this way, when the crowd was split. When half of them wanted her to destroy Julie and the other half desperately wanted to see the Irish girl somehow overcome the odds. That got eyes on her.

"Look at her," Siren barked to the crowd, gesturing down at the ginger head between her thighs. "This is where they all end up. Must fuckin' like it!"

The reaction got louder - more boos now, mixed with appreciative cheers and some catcalls. She could see the conflicted faces in the front rows. They might be booing her attitude, but their eyes were glued to every inch of her body. Whether they wanted Julie to win or not, they sure as hell weren't disappointed with the show Siren was giving them.

She shifted her weight, planting her hands behind her for better leverage, and then brought those powerful thighs together around Julie's head, where they had already lingered. All that thick muscle built from years of labor and training, now wrapped around the Irish girl's skull like a vice. She crossed her ankles, postured up, and the tanned skin bulged as the Latina's legs became two anacondas, shining all the more in the lights as the taut muscles smoothed the skin and bored down on either side of the smaller woman's skull.

"These thighs, baby?" Siren flexed, feeling her muscles constrict around Julie's trapped head. "Been crushin' girls way bigger and badder than you."

She leaned back on her hands, straightening her posture and putting her body on full display for the cameras. Her chest thrust out, abs flexed, and those legendary thick thighs completely engulfed Julie's head.

[Jaystar]

Oh, these thighs. These thick, muscled, latina thighs.

In all honesty, Julie had been longing for quite some time to get acquainted with such a specimen. So while, of course, winning was always the primary goal when stepping inside a wrestling ring, losses were usually very likely outcomes too... And some ways of losing were obviously way more comfortable, or intriguing, than others. And to Julie, getting punished and tormented by such a gorgeous pair of thighs admittedly scored rather high on the level of intrigue, even if such was certainly a forbidden thing to have.

But even with all that, the Irish girl still felt, literally, compelling reasons for finding an escape. Or at least, a reprieve. Even if the mold featuring in the ultimate goal of this match was still in some place else, she could tell that the latina's thighs had already begun molding, squeezing, and bending the lightweight girl into the shape she preferred... And the crowds got to witness too how the Siren's mighty legs bulged even further around poor Julie, the Hollywood babe's stance and appearance becoming increasingly dominant by the second. Clearly, she held no interest in giving any mercy to the cute Velvet Hood.

It could have been a very valid question whether Julie was even still conscious buried beneath Siren's curvy form - if it wasn't for her hands feebly homing in on those crushing thihgs, most likely to simply feel their full power with her own hands too, since any meaningful resistance did not seem to get offered by them.

Siren's declaration was perhaps bold, but based on the evidence that Julie was getting familiarized with, likely spot on. Even if she couldn't quite hear the latina's words properly with all the muscles blocking her ears... And endangering her consciousness.

Who could hear Siren's words a lot better though was a figure in the shadows, tiptoeing its way down the ramp... Although with some increased beat in her steps after Siren's words. Everything pointed towards the conclusion, that Julie needed some help rather sooner than later... And Isa was determined to deliver.

At least, up until her other toes suddenly sunk in some wet cement.

"Fuck!"

It wasn't loud at all - but enough to draw the attention of at least the nearest audience members. Blushing a little as the blonde realized that she had been spotted, or perhaps more importantly, overheard using improper language, the Angel of Ice then took more care to steer clear of the nasty substance, and head towards the ringside. Of utmost importance to her right now was to see her friend Julie's condition from up close with her own eyes!