Dizzy Belti vs Samiya Pedroza (D)

[Liesmith]

Samiya was really grinning now, a wide wild wicked grin that bared plenty of teeth as she sauntered a steps past Dizzy’s slumped form along the side of the ring, arms spread wide and head back as she preened for the crowd. Now she was starting to enjoy herself. This was what she was looking for.

Well, sort of. She’d have liked a hardier dummy to demo her moves on but this was fine.

Which just left the question – what now? She wasn’t even close to being done yet. So she could just kick Dizzy while she was down and Samiya had nothing against kicking people while they were down, or she could scrape her up and get her back in the ring.

Decisions, decisions. Her gaze lit upon the barrier again, the part of the gallery that had been expressing their opinion of how hot she was quite loudly.

Hmm. Now that was giving her ideas.

First things first, she needed Dizzy sort of mobile.

This time, she didn’t expect any surprise jawbreakers. But Samiya took care this time not to let herself be vulnerable as she grabbed Dizzy’s limp arm and used it to more or less bodily drag the smaller girl behind her as she backed towards the barricade.

When she was close enough, the Schoolgirl Assassin hopped up to take a seat on the padded metal before pulling Dizzy in high and tight, snapping her legs up to wrap them around the Italian girl’s skull.

”Watch this,” She told the watching fans, leaning back on her hands.

Then she crossed her ankles and kicked her legs out sharply, flexing those thick gymnast thighs as she bore down on Dizzy’s head with a good portion of her not-inconsiderable leg power.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy didn’t know what was coming next, but she did know one thing - she hoped it didn’t involve getting kicked in the head. No more of that, please.

Her skull was pounding from the damage, putting her in a real stupor. She wasn’t about to go to sleep anytime soon, but she could feel herself drifting a bit, slipping into a lower state of consciousness. She wasn’t about to get up on her own accord anytime soon, that went without saying, and there weren’t any miraculous comebacks for the time being. She was deadweight, and truth told, Samiya probably could’ve gone for a pinfall at this point. Mission accomplished, take it home. Dizzy believed the technical term for this was a ‘squash’.

But she didn’t. No, the Latin beauty had something else entirely in mind.

[color=#bf80000]”Huh?”[/color] Dizzy perked up as her arm was seized and dragged along the floor, forcing her to kick her feet as they moved to keep the limb from getting pulled out of the socket. She didn’t know where this was going, but she had some bad feelings about being brought over to the barricade, and panic started to set in. This wasn’t good, this wasn’t good, this…

Oh. Hello.

Dizzy’s eyes widened as the same legs she’d been admiring circled her head, enveloping her tiny skull in muscular flesh. She could feel the power before Samiya even started to pour it on, and then they came boring down her, steel columns pressing against her from both sides. It wasn’t quite on the level that she’d gotten from Millicent, but then, she was willing to bet this woman wasn’t giving her close to 100% yet. Then again, Millicent probably hadn't, either. Hard to compare.

All she knew was that she was loving it. It wouldn’t be easy for anyone to tell from the way she squirmed and kicked in the hold, but pleasant purrs were coming from between Samiya’s legs, and she doubted the Latina would miss them. If she did, well, Dizzy would spell it out.

”Mmm.” She closed her eyes and moaned. “Harder, please.”

[Liesmith]

As her deadly legs closed around Dizzy’s face and she began to ramp up the squeeze, Samiya let out a soft breath of satisfaction. Gotcha.

No more running.

Throwing up a smug victory sign for one fan’s snapped photo, everything seemed right with the world.

At least until the reality of what Dizzy Belti was doing set in.

Sure, part of the reaction was what she’d become used to – panicked flailing, hands scrabbling uselessly at the walls of her thighs as they closed in – but usually they didn’t purr like a happy cat.

For a moment, a look of surprise flashed across the Schoolgirl Assassin’s features as she made the connection. Then she tilted her head back, a thoughtful expression taking its place at Dizzy’s moaning. Well. Hadn’t seen that coming but Dizzy wasn’t the first masochist she’d put in her scissors.

Really, Samiya preferred to make her opponents suffer but, hey, masochists tended to last longer before they broke. So she guessed it evened out?

”Alright, chica,” She said quietly, subtly adjusting her vice for the best grip, ”Let’s see how long you can last.”

With that, Samiya clamped down harder, strength surging through the well-honed muscles that laced her thick curvy legs, her big quads pulsing with the power running through them. This time, she pushed down on the barricade with her hands, punching her hips up to further redouble the crushing clasp in which she held Dizzy’s skull.

She was still holding back, of course. But with years of gymnastics, lifting and fighting behind her, Samiya’s leg strength was simply immense and scissorholds were her favourite way to break her foes – plenty of her opponents had crumpled with less pressure than this, most of them a good deal bigger than Dizzy Belti. She was a tiny bit impressed actually that the slight fighter wasn’t flailing like her jaw was about to crack.

Mostly, she was curious to see just how much of her brutal squeeze Dizzy could handle.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy was a simple woman, with simple tastes, most of which revolved around women. Sexy women. Sexy, strong, muscular women. She tended to like them bigger than her, which wasn’t hard to come by, but bonus points were always awarded if they had thick thighs. More than anything, she liked her lovers dominant, strong, commanding, the kind that could crush a little bambina like her into dust if they wanted to.

So, right now? Seventh heaven.

”Dizzy!” Her mother called out from nearby, egging her on. ”Hold on!”

Her mother’s concern wasn’t unjustified - after all, from where she sat, it looked like Dizzy was in a leggy noose. She couldn't see the bliss on her face as Samiya’s abductors crushed her chin, threatening to cut off her airflow, and it was about to get so much worse…or better.

Dizzy licked her lips and braced herself as Samiya prepared to power down, and when it came, it came like a thunderbolt. Her legs grew harder, an impossible hardness, and her skull stood no chance against it. Her hands came up, both to helplessly pry at the pylons and get a good feel of them, loving how they refused to give no matter how much she pressed. She couldn't imagine the countless hours that had gone into a pair like this, all the work she’d done to create them. Truly amazing stuff.

A cry came from Dizzy’s lips, a pain shout with an undercurrent of lust. She would’ve loved to just marvel at them all day, but there were two tiny problems: She needed air and the referee was still counting them down. With the pressure around her ears, she couldn't tell what the official was saying, but she knew the count had to be pretty far along. She was at Samiya’s mercy right now - there wouldn’t be much stopping her from knocking her out and taking the win. Somehow, though, she doubted that would be the woman’s plan.

[Liesmith]

Anime thighs. When she’d been eighteen, one of her boyfriends – Miguel maybe? – had said she’d got anime thighs.

When Samiya told him she didn’t get it, he’d grinned and told her it was because they were just unreal.

Now it was Dizzy’s turn to find out just how unreal Samiya’s thighs could feel and how they weren’t just every bit as powerful as they looked – they were much stronger than anyone ever expected.

She already had the smaller wrestler on the verge of a KO. Samiya knew the signs, could see them even with the bulk of Dizzy’s face hidden. It was all in the eyes. And this was a real ‘head’ scissors, focused entirely on her victim’s creaking skull not her neck; if she’d gone for the throat, Belti’d be drooling on her legs already.

But Samiya, much as she enjoyed the thought, wasn’t ready for this to be over yet, not by Dizzy going out and not by the referee finally reaching the end of her droning chant

Unlocking her ankles and peeling her thighs off Dizzy’s no-doubt scarlet features, Samiya callously sent the other wrestler sprawling away with a foot against her chest. She rested for a moment on the barrier, soaking up the crowd’s applause before hopping off with a flourish.

Before the killjoy of a referee could bring everyone’s fun to an early end, Samiya rolled herself under the ropes, straight in and then straight back out again to interrupt the count.

Now to round up Dizzy and get her back into the ring.

[BlackAkuma]

Going to sleep while she stared at a dominating smile at her, getting knocked out by a pair of strong crushing thighs, getting beaten and squeezed into nothing after a dominating match…

There were far, far worse ways for this match to end. At least, in Dizzy’s opinion.

It probably wasn’t what most wrestlers would’ve wanted out of their career, but it wasn’t like she had much chance of winning this match in the first place. It was a similar thought to her time with Alicia - if she wasn’t going to win this, she might as get some satisfaction out of this and scratch her itches. She was loving her time in between legs like these, knowing that this woman could’ve utterly wrecked her at any given moment, that she was putty in her hands, her little toy, her little plaything.

And it helped that Samiya seemed like a natural fit for the role. It was becoming clearer and clearer that she was just stretching this out for her own amusement, trying to make an example out of Dizzy, and the tiny Italian had no qualms with that. She’d be the best little ragdoll she could be.

She flopped to her back, gasping for air, squirming around, and trying not to sound too content. She moaned and reached up to rub her head for a moment before she tried to rise once again.

”Dizzy.” She heard her mother’s voice and looked to the side to see her doing mother things, walking over and kneeling by her side. ”Dizzy, are you okay?”

”Never felt better.” She looked over her mother’s shoulder at the approaching Samiya. ”Might want to move.”

[Liesmith]

From the look the referee sent her way, Samiya thought the woman had been hoping she’d miss the count and she’d be able to end the match before Dizzy caught any more feet with her face.

So the Schoolgirl Assassin made sure to blow her a quick kiss on her way back out, enjoying the feeling of stomping out that particular hope.

Which just left Dizzy, who was still more or less curled where Samiya had kicked her.

Huh. It seemed like Belti Senior had got tired of parking her ass behind the commentary desk and come over to check on her daughter, though so far she’d not done any more than kneel at her side.

How motherly. Kinda pathetic, if anyone had wanted to ask her view.

Samiya sauntered casually over, hips sashaying to a lazy beat as she approached the two women like a predator on the prowl.

If Desdemona Belti was twig-skinny, Angela Belti was something else. Broader. Taller. Biceps bigger than her daughter’s thighs. And the reputation to match her amazonian stature even from what little Samiya had dug up. Not someone to mess with on a whim, unless you had a yen for being put through a table.

And yet, if there was any fear in Samiya Pedroza at that moment, there was not a sign of it to be seen. Only a slight smile and a wildness to her eyes as she got right into the bigger veteran’s personal space - a subtle sway to her stance as she stared down at La Donna Perfetta, her head tilted like she wanted to go for Angela Belti right then and there.

”Yeah. Might want to move, mama bear,” Samiya calmly rolled her head from side to side, easing the last lingering twinges from that jawbreaker earlier, ”Baby bear’s still got some lumps to take.”

[BlackAkuma]

Angela knew this wasn’t going to be easy, knew it from the moment she got Dizzy into wrestling. As much as she wanted to give her daughter space and chart her own legitimate career in wrestling, she was still a mother to the core. The same mother who’d patched Dizzy up she skinned her knees skateboarding. The same one who’d overreacted and called the hospital when her daughter passed blood in the toilet, only to find out it was just beat juice. The same one who’d nearly torn a department store apart when she’d lost sight of Dizzy and couldn't find her, then walked outside and found her waiting in the car.

In Angela’s mind, there was no such thing as being overprotective, and she couldn't help her reflexes. She had to come over and do the mother thing. ”You don’t look fine.” She sighed and watched as Dizzy rolled about like a turtle on its shell. ”If it’s getting serious…”

”It’s not.” Dizzy snapped back with a little edge in her voice, though Angela chalked that up to the pain. ”I got it, I’m good.”

She wanted to protest more but was cut off when Samiya came over, closing in with nothing but confidence in her steps. She didn’t care much for the woman’s wrestling style, too cavalier and showy for her tastes, but she couldn't deny the woman’s rare ability. She was strong all over and had no qualms about showing it off.

Tempting as it might have been, Angela had no plans to interfere. She glared hard at Samiya, but backed and went to her seat once more, folding her arms as she looked on.

Back with Dizzy, the closet hedonist was making her way up, leaning on Samiya’s iron legs for support as she went. ”Sorry about that.” She managed to get a soft chuckle in through her groans. ”Where were we?”

[Liesmith]

Samiya wasn’t sure how to feel as she watched Mama Bear back off. In some ways, she’d have loved the chance to test herself against the legendary Angela Belti. But she also knew it wouldn’t be allowed to happen – the match would end in DQ (ugh) and they’d be swarmed by refs before she could blink.

Maybe it’d be worth it but mostly she hated the idea of her first LAW match having an asterisk against it.

Besides, it was all in how you looked at it. Had Angela backed off because she didn’t want to get her daughter disqualified or because she didn’t want to fight Samiya?

Oh, Samiya knew why – she didn’t have any delusions on that score. Angela Belti knew why. But, as far as the fans watching were concerned, Samiya had just stared down La Donna Perfetta in her first match at the promotion.

That was something else.

Her thoughts were distracted as she felt an increasingly familiar pair of hands pawing at her legs. Eyes swiveling downwards, she found the sight she’d expected – a beaten but definitely not broken Desdemona Belti grinning up at her, more or less slumped against her for support and yet still very much game for more.

Samiya genuinely wasn’t sure if that was more adorable or infuriating.

Eh. Maybe she’d work it out after she finished beating the smaller wrestler into a fine paste.

”I was kicking your ass,” Samiya said laconically, ”And you were simping for my thighs.”

With that, she grabbed Dizzy’s head and smashed it against the smooth, firm flesh of her upper leg, holding it there almost as though she were intending to smother her opponent. But the Schoolgirl Assassin didn’t have anything so long term in mind. She’d grind Dizzy’s face there for a longer moment before taking a firmer grasp and dragging the girl towards the ring, ready to sling her back in and get back to the enjoyable business of testing just how far those limits might go.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy looked towards her mother as she retreated, peeking from the corner of her eye to not seem so obvious. She plopped down in the chair, dropping on it so hard it almost looked like it could snap under her weight, and sat back with her arms folded and legs crossed. Worst of all, she had the look on her face - that look. The one that all teenagers know. The one that signifies a long and annoying conversation in the immediate future.

Dizzy would take an overprotective mother over an underprotective one any day, not wanting to begrudge the affection given to her. This sort of stuff just came with the package. It’d be a pain, but it would come later. For now, Dizzy had all she needed in the world, and she would make the most of it.

Back to the important things - the incredible legs she was salivating over like a starving dog over a chicken bone.

”Eh, wouldn’t call it ‘simping’.” She looked up at the dominating diva with a hazy gaze. ”I just have a healthy obsession with-”

Dizzy’s pickup line was unfortunately - or fortunately - ruined when Samiya rammed smashed her face into her thigh and kept it there, giving her a full helping of leg. It was quickly appreciated, and Dizzy let her pleasure be known with a squeal and maybe a little tongue action, though that second one might not have been voluntary. Whatever the case, she was enjoying her time, and she was more than sad to see it end when the woman picked her up and hurled her in under the bottom rope.

The tiny Italian was still groggy but not so out of it that she couldn't recognize a small window when it was opening. Instead of rolling all the way in, Dizzy grabbed the ropes and used them to swing her small body around. She did a full circle and swung her leg towards her opponent, trrying to give her a kick in the head.