Alicia Soto vs. Angela Belti - Lost In Hollywood

[BlackAkuma]

Hm. That was a good DDT.

Not the best, mind you. A little sloppy, but then, it was to be expected at this stage of the match. Fairly tight, but Angela always preferred to lift the opponent a little and make them hang for a split-second before she took the plunge, give the move some extra torque. Bouncing off the rope was a good touch, though, she might try that herself in the future. All in all, perfectly acceptable, and her complaints came down to a matter of taste.

Yes, a good DDT.

”2…!”

But enough to keep Angela down for three whole seconds? No.

Angela threw her arms up at the last second, breaking the count halfway down. It took no small amount of effort to throw Alicia off with the pin she’d gone for, but she managed it with a surge of energy and a defiant shriek, hurling the Latina off and flopping over to her back. She grunted Alicia’s way and pushed up to her hands and knees, where she tried to shake off her unsteady head. Her bell had been thoroughly rung, but she was still a long way from being finished.

[HotWheels]

Siren didn't fool herself too often, and she didn't with the pin. It didn't mean she shouldn't try it, because a bitch could get lucky, and obviously, the more weight on top, the less luck the person on bottom was going to have. As she pressed down, there was an image in her head of Angela fucking up, or old age catching up with her, or any number of other things going wrong. Not a one of them proved accurate as the woman powered out, sending Siren back several feet with her escape, but they were nice to think about. Dropping Mama with a DDT? That would have been something.

But it was nothing. She still had the Italian veteran, a one-time ring terror, on her hands and knees, though, which still felt damn good. Again heaving with heavy breaths after her onslaught, the Siren gave herself exactly one second to pause, suck in some air, and take one glance where Dizzy was sitting to see how she was looking. Best she could tell, the little chica probably thought this was the nuttiest shit she had ever seen, and she was probably right. If she had the time, she might have wondered what it felt like to see a family member take a beating like this.

Nope, Mama was her only business; she could apologize later (and probably wouldn't, anyway). Again lining herself up with the fallen amazon, the Hollywood hottie dashed at her. Again she left her feet, but this time, she didn't try for the stomp, though she did feint toward Mama's head to make her think she might go straight for a punt of that big noggin. That seemed like too much even for Siren; she didn't hate the woman, even if she pissed her off in about a half-dozen different ways. No, her leap was more of a hop, giving her the freedom to shift her legs into a scissor kick aimed at the top of Mama's spine. Taste of her own medicine.

[BlackAkuma]

This was the nuttiest thing Dizzy had ever seen.

First off, she didn’t know a DDT could utterly rock someone like that. It had been one of the first moves she’d learned in training, and she never got results quite like that with the move. But, then again, it wasn’t like she had anything even close to Alicia’s power, and she was certain her mother could’ve thrown her off with ease whenever she tried it. Here, though, she got to watch it done with some real impact, the kind that would’ve split her own skull wide open.

It was a wild thing to see, and she found herself peering over the barricade with her elbows on the metal, as if watching some kind of mesmerizing play, one that she was fully drawn into.

Angela was feeling it, too. Though she had the wherewithal to break the count, she was undeniably being rattled by the younger wrestler, and it took a heavy toll. She had only started to rise when her foe moved in, and for a second she feared the Hollywood Siren would be sending a blow straight to her head. She prepared for it, only to find out that wasn’t the case. Instead, she wound up taking a scissor kick to the back. Far from pleasant, but not the crushing blow it could’ve been. It was enough to leave her flat, though, and this time she wasn’t so quick to rise again.

[HotWheels]

By the way Mama reacted, it looked like she took the bait on the punt. Siren was left to her own devices with the scissor kick, and she could feel the impact reverberate through her own foot and shin when her heel connected with the woman's back. No one had any right to have such a sculpted back, anyway. She landed it hard enough, though, that Mama collapsed onto her front at the same time Siren landed on her other foot and swung her arms out to avoid falling down before the other one joined it. Much success as she was having, damn, she still didn't feel like everything was firing on all cylinders. Was no question as to why with this still-crazy-strong old woman having thrown and smacked her around, of course, but she still couldn't remember anyone dragging her this far to her limits.

She was reaching her stamina limits, too. She had smacked, kicked, dragged, dropped, and tried to pin Mama in the last few dozen seconds, and she was getting close to that same point where an athlete of her weight was stand there with her hands on her hips, trying to avoid looking winded even if she was. She stalked exactly one step before she caught herself. That temptation could fuck off tonight and most nights, but it felt time for a new tactic. Time for Mama to get a dose of her submission game, give her one less of Siren's skills she could afford to doubt.

With Mama down on her stomach, there was a clear answer here. Siren swung a leg over the woman's back and shared a look with the audience. Her ass dropped like an atom bomb in hopes that it would land square in the big Italian's back. From there, Siren sought to take each of Mama's arms and tuck them inside each knee...set her up for a lotus lock. "I need these, por favor y gracias." A chance to sit, and a chance to leave the tough anciana stuck.

If she could move those big-ass arms, anyway.

[BlackAkuma]

Angela had to give Alicia credit, the young woman had worked up an impressive toolkit, especially for a wrestler at her age. Most women in their profession didn’t even use feints like, it was the sort of thing you most often saw in the ‘legitimate’ combat sports, like boxing. The Hollywood Siren, however, had integrated it well, using the fake out to take her by surprise and landed a sharp, impactful hit. And a scissor kick, no less.

Good stuff. Angela might have even clapped, if she wasn’t in so much pain at the moment.

Alicia wasn’t about to make it any better, either. She had only started to push her way back up when the Latina came in and took a seat, hard, on her back, flattening her, hammering her into the canvas with authority. Her arms were brought up into what she thought, at first, to be the beginning of a camel clutch, but she quickly learned the situation was far worse than that.

A lotus lock, and with Alicia’s powerful lower body, it was a particularly effective one. Angela had to grit her teeth from crying out, but the pain was obvious on her face, as it morphed into a hardened grimace. She struggled, twisted, but this was arms against legs - brute force wasn’t the way out. Not like that, at least.

[HotWheels]

One arm within one crook of the knee, and the other followed. Her feet crossed behind Angela's neck. Siren had never seen many women pull out a lotus lock in her sparring matches or the ones she had studied while in the performance center. She couldn't understand why. It recharged the woman on top without the need for much effort, and the woman on bottom, meanwhile, felt the torture through her shoulders and needed to really gather her strength to get up. These were all pluses for the half-Latin beauty with a fallen Italian on her hands and her body begging for a little respite. Looked hot as fuck, too, for someone with legs like hers to flatten out a woman as big as Mama Belti.

She flaunted it a moment, leaning back on her hands, giving the best look at her fine figure (red streaks of skin and all) and whipping her damp hair out of her face to give the crowd and cameras what they wanted. Little bit of that loose lips thing the models did, too. While she did, the Hollywood hottie flexed both legs, pulling Mama's arms together more tightly. That same back and forth alternated for several seconds while she made true to her ring name, until her heaving chest slowed.

Mama wouldn't tap to this: Siren could have guessed ahead of the match that Big Miss Perfect here was too tough to do anything like tap to this sort of move. At best, she would have sore arms, and Siren didn't plan to linger in this state of limbo to leave the Italian woman a little sore. But a need hit her, and it hit her hard. Mama had run her mouth earlier, and the Latina couldn't remember a time in her life when she hadn't wanted to run hers right back.

She leaned forward to make sure she was heard, loud and clear. "You too perfect to admit you were wrong, mama? Ain't lookin' too perfect right now, under some silly hentai wrestler."

[BlackAkuma]

Ugh, the lotus lock. It had been a good long while since Angela had suffered in this hold, long enough that she couldn't even recall who had been the one to put it on her. Maybe during the Two-Out-Of-Three Falls Match with the Gravedigger, or it could’ve been in the cage match with Hardcore Hannah. It was one of the two, she was sure, but she was having a little trouble remembering things, what with her arms nearly being pulled from their sockets by the hefty Latina on her back.

It wasn’t the most pleasant situation, and Angela was fully cognizant that her opponent was using the opportunity to catch a break while she suffered, to say nothing of the visual that came from using her back like a throne. Alicia knew how to play to the audience, she would give her that, and she would’ve applauded that under most circumstances. Just not when it came at her expense. The little hellion had to rub it in, too.

As much as Angela would’ve loved to retort - and she had some good ones - she was a little busy at the moment. Pressing her face into the ground, growling, she must’ve seemed like an odd sight, as if she were just howling out of frustration. That was a part of it, too, but more than anything she was focusing. Psyching up. Preparing her body for what came next.

She breathed deep and summoned all of her power at once, making her back swell with time-tested muscle, the bodybuilder’s physique that had never truly left her. She pulled one knee in, then the other, and began to lift Alicia off the floor from there, relying solely on her back muscles for the mighty feat. Up, up, up, gritting her teeth every inch of the way.

It wasn’t all about demonstrating her power, however - there was a purpose to it, and that purpose had her throwing herself back with all the force she could muster, powering backwards in a wild attempt to smash Alicia’s head into the nearby turnbuckle.

[HotWheels]

Siren had powered out of enough holds in her short time with LAW to recognize why Angela growled instead of answering her. Ever-choosing to make expressions with her body more than sounds, since they always made her feel silly, the Hollywood hottie had never done much of the psyching-up bit (aside from tonight, anyway), but she knew. The big bitch wanted out, and she planned to get out by main strength. The Californian almost wanted to blow off that idea at first. She had done shit like this herself, but her opponents had been middling middleweights, not heavyweights.

But Mama was a she-hoss, if there was such a thing. She had already proven herself the stronger of the two, though Siren was loathe to admit it, and she had some of that same dumb, dismissive, stubborn strength that Siren could summon when she was in a bad spot, too. She thought better than to risk it.

By the time she had her legs tightening again, however, Mama was already on the move. Short of dislocating the woman's shoulder, which would give this match a real quick, real shitty end, Siren had to let up, but she worked to stay in control. The smirk on her face morphed into a grimace when she grabbed the woman by the back of her wrestling bodice, thinking at first that Angela wanted to just break out and meaning to ensure that she couldn't do that with any degree of ease. As gravity made her leggy grip loosen, that was all she could use to hold her down.

But no, that wasn't Mama's plan, and Siren had it confirmed: the old lady was as good and crazy as the Latina herself. Angela was holding her up by the legs, changing Siren's hold into her own setup for something bad. Siren only caught on late, and couldn't shake her legs free as her calves ended up draped over Mama's shoulders, but she tried to make a spectacular escape. She reared way back, stretching out and trying to get her hands on the floor-

Her head hit the turnbuckle first, and though she had not been knocked out, the Latina fell lip from the jolt of pain, hair and arms hanging onto the mat while Mama held her aloft.

[BlackAkuma]

Angela had no doubt that she was going to regret doing this. In the morning, when she woke up, she would be greeted with the sort of backpain that no painkiller in the world could help. She would scarcely be able to get out of bed, and just about anything that involved bending over would be off the table for the time being. She might even need to have a little chat with her chiropracter, and look into getting a fullbody massage.

But, somewhere in all that mess, she would watch this match back, she would see the look on Alicia’s face as she was lifted up, and she would know that it was worth it.

It took a bit of her soul to get done, but she managed to heft Alicia up and ram her into the turnbuckle. She couldn't see the results, but she could feel the power go out of the Hollywood Siren’s meaty legs. She flopped back to the floor, coming down with Alicia on top of her - not the most comfortable of positions, but still, an improvement.

All Angela wasnted to do was take a moment to stretch her arms back out, to get feeling back into them, but she simply didn’t have the luxury. She’d opened a window, but it was one that could close in a hurry - she had to make the most of it, and she had a fairly good idea on how. Her arms were too wreck to do much for the moment, but her legs? They could still work well enough.

She slipped out from under Alicia and stood up, making to push her opponent up against the turnbuckle as she rose. Once she was standing tall over her fallen foe, she brought her boot up and shot it out, ramming the sole of her boot across Alicia’s face. One, two, three times, connecting clean with each, before she took off into a run towards the opposite side of the ring.

Angela hit the ropes, came running back towards Alicia at full speed, and brought her foot up at the last second, looking to end the combo with a hellacious running boot, going straight for the side of her skull.

[HotWheels]

Siren lapsed out of any knowledge of her immediate situation beyond an awful ringing in her head that eclipsed the constant aches of her body, and she got lucky that she did not land on her head as she slid partially off of Angela's frame. A couple of seconds passed with her stunned and her powerful body lying lifeless, but then both palms moved to the top of her head where the stinging was at its worst. The crowd's chants and the jostling of her body, which she complained about with a groan, brought her back to the world outside of her own ringing head, just in time for that ringing to grow louder.

The first time the boot hit the side of her face, it roused her. And she hated taking hits to the face. She jerked to attention and shot the dirtiest look at Mama in the brief second before the second one hit. Unfortunately for the Hollywood hottie, she almost leaned into it. That one rang her bell again, almost numbing the pain that radiated through her skull and neck. Survival instincts kicking in, she had the wherewithal to nearly lift her hand to block the third one, but it didn't make it up in time before the third pounded her head sideways against the turnbuckle's padding. She slumped lower onto her ass, her eyes dazed and distant but concealed by her long-since-controllable hair.

Sensible thoughts remained with her well enough for her to pull herself up slightly at the sound of Mama's boots pounding on the canvas, but through the fog of the pain and trauma, she couldn't locate her before the last blow hit. Half of her vision seemed to split, and she only got it back a couple of seconds later to find herself with her breasts and head hanging over the bottom rope and enough pain in her head to leave her looking almost drunken.