Dizzy Belti vs. Hollywood Siren: Double Debut!

[HotWheels]

Standard Match

"Debuting first..."

Alicia Soto subtly shifted her weight from foot to foot with a nervousness she shouldn't have revealed to anyone, even the backstage aid she didn't see who slowly became mesmerized by the sight of her jiggling back and forth. She couldn't afford nervousness. Alicia's mother had taught her well. If you get nervous, it only means something important is happening for you. Alicia suspected an athlete had first said those words, but she never pointed that out to her mom. Whoever coined the quote, they had the right of it. Alicia could get nervous, but Hollywood Siren would live for these important moments.

"...from the shadow of LA..."

Siren flipped her hair and wore her fiercest face as the soft acoustic intro of "LA Devotee" echoed in the arena, and only once the vocals and guitar landed did she shove her way onto the stage as if someone barred her way. She emerged to curious, optimistic cheers and stopped to tilt her shades down to reveal her eyes and pose for the flashes from a thousand cameras like the paparazzi had found her. "Perfect," Siren whispered aloud to herself, serving to the greatest effect as a quick pep talk to shut out all hint of doubt.

"...weighing in at one hundred and eighty-one pounds... Hollywooooooooood Sireeeeeeen!"

Spoiler

Walking with an intense pace to match the drive of her theme, Siren tore down the ramp with purpose. LAW's decision-makers loved the drive to her new attitude. She created the Siren as something of her vehicle. If she looked, felt, and acted like a star already on a meteoric rise, people would buy into her as that rising star. The bookers had offered her the chance to speak pre-match, but she had passed on that opportunity. She would let her actions do the talking to send her message. When she won against this Dizzy Belti, also making her debut, Siren might fill in the margins for the people who didn't get that message. She should wield that sort of confidence.

The half-Latin beauty hopped onto the ring apron and absconded with the sunglasses, making what fan that caught them one pair richer, and after tracing her frame with a finger as the song slowed, swung a leg high to step through the ropes. After a quick foray onto one turnbuckle, where Siren looked over the fans in the near sections with a sensual confidence, her moment in the spotlight came to an end as her music quieted. Alicia did breathe one sigh of relief, but she leaned against the ropes, looking like she belonged as she awaited Dizzy.

[BlackAkuma]

”And make sure you stand up straight as you go down to the ring. You like to slouch. Don’t slouch.”

”I got it, Mom.”

”Once your music starts, don’t go too fast. Don’t walk slow, but don’t run, either. ”

”I got it, Mom.”

”E per dio, smile when you’re heading down there. Slap some hands, wave to the people, let them know- ”

”Mooooooooooooom.”

The nerves were bad enough for Dizzy as she waited in the gorilla position, knowing she would be called out at any moment. She figured that her first official match wouldn’t be the easiest thing for her to take, but her mother hadn't prepared her for just how much it would make her heart skip. She could hear the audience out there, rumbling, this steady din that made the ground tremble. She had thought it would be the easiest thing to tune it out, just ignore them and go about her match, but now that she was here and really dealing with it…

It was getting to her. And no, having her mother squawking at her wasn’t helping, best intentions be damned.

”Mom, will you just…” Dizzy grunted as she tried to tie her shawl on right, making the hair wasn’t in her way. It would always get caught in the knot on her first try. ”Relax. I’m nervous, you’re nervous, I don’t need your nervous on top of my nervous.”

Her mother had a long, hard sigh, and leaned against the wall. ”I’m just trying to make sure you’re in the right frame of mind. This is your debut. I can’t stress enough how important it is for you to nail this, it will set the tone-”

”The tone for my entire career, I know, I know!” She ran a hand through her hair and nearly knocked her hairpiece off again. Damn it. ”Just…space. I need space.”

She could tell her mother was about to wind up for one of her speeches, but it was around that time that her opponent’s theme music died down and the stagehand came over to give them the signal. No more deliberation, no more waiting around, no more pussyfooting. ”Okay.” Inhale. Exhale. ”Here I go.”

”And debuting second, accompanied by Angela Belti, from the City of Seven Hills, weighing in a 111 pounds and standing at a meek 5”1’-”

”...oh, screw you, man…”

”Desdemona! Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeltiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!”

Numb/Encore

Ms. Belti

Desdemona came down to the ring with a little skip in her step, making to outpace her mother’s huge steps as they came down to the ring. The crowd was receptive, far more than she expected them to be, and she gave them a few high fives on the way, pumping her fist every few steps for added effect. She hopped up the steps as her mother took position on the outside, slipped through the ropes, faced her opponent and-

”Merda.”

Dizzy froze up when she got a good look at who she was facing for the first time. This woman was big. Not as big as her mother, sure, but way, way bigger than her, outweighing her by at least seventy pounds and close to ten inches. Why didn’t they put her up against someone in the lightweight class? This chick’s tits were almost bigger than her head!

…great set, though. Real hot. And that outfit, and that hair, and those hips…sweet. If she was gonna get stomped, at least it’d be by someone who looked good doing it.

She straightened up and walked forward, doing her best to hide the intimidation behind a wry smile. ”Ciao, bella.” Dizzy waved at her opponent. ”Ready for me?”

[HotWheels]

Siren considered herself no expert on wrestling history, but she knew Angela Belti. In a pinch, she couldn't name any specific accomplishments, but no one would question her if she called Belti a successful and intimidating wrestler. That kind of legacy carried its own merits. Siren expected to find the younger Belti a physical match, but whether she could match her mother in the ring would remain in question until the two of them clashed. As Siren leaned against the ropes and waited, her fingers restlessly played at the top rope while she tried and partly succeeded to bury the anxiety shit again.

She watched, closely, when her opponent appeared. Actually, she saw a woman who must have been the senior Belti first. She glanced for another mammoth of a woman on the stage, but her head tilted in confusion when- ...Oh. Siren almost needed to squint in her effort to see the younger Belti on the stage, and promptly, when the ring announcer confirmed the tiny figure as Dizzy, she hid a smirk within the dim lights that obscured her face and placed the attention on Desdemona on stage. Nicer name than the nickname in the mind of the woman with her eye to fame and stardom.

She shouldn't smirk. Size made no difference, no. Judging on size would be like judging the worth of the Soto family based on its bank account. But the Siren would much rather endure the offense of a vicious five-foot-one, hundred-pound terrier in her first match than go to war with a Great Dane. Unfortunately, though, that Great Dane had no doubt trained the terrier. But being the bigger, more intimidating woman in the match? Siren could feed on that feeling all the way to a three-count.

To add to that feeling, the towering Californian straightened and paced like a hungry lion as she watched Dizzy enter the ring. She might have seen a touch of fear in those eyes when Desdemona noticed the height difference between the two. Good, good, Siren could work with that. Picking the Siren name had not been for show alone. She drew eyes when she entered a room, and she had drawn Dizzy's eyes.

But the woman showed spunk. That greeting reached halfway to cocky. Siren matched her cockiness with a sharp, discerning click of the tongue and enough steps to close the distance. She liked that the woman's chin barely eclipsed her chest, and Siren didn't shy from nearly bumping into her with it. "Hola, chica," she answered in her sweet, Spanish tones. "You don't know how long I've been ready for you, or this ring, or this chance. Did mamá get you ready?"

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy wasn’t the only one feeling a touch of consternation at this whole situation. Angela knew that LAW liked to debut new wrestlers back to back - saved time and money, gave the audience something to speculate over, and there was the whole mystery box effect. It made sense. But it wasn’t like they picked these names out of a hat, and it wasn’t like they had no clue about the matchups. They couldn't have put her daughter against someone she was at least close to in terms of size?

Not to mention that outfit. She wasn’t the worst Angela had seen since she came to this company, but she was far from what she would consider ‘ring appropriate’. She looked like she should be heading down to the beach on her roller skates, not hoping into a wrestling match…which might’ve been the gimmick, but still.

It was worrying, yes, but inside the ring, Dizzy had discovered a new problem: Not staring at this woman’s tits.

She did her best to maintain eye contact, and it worked at first. But then she came over for some trashtalk, and made a point of putting her chest at eye level, and then it turned it a genuine Herculean task to not gawk. They were just there, right in front of her face, begging to be motorboated.

And god, that voice. People always said Italian accents were sexy, but Dizzy could never hear it, being around them too much to really appreciate. But that Spanish tone always drove her wild, and Siren was laying it on thick. ”Mama?” She tsked and shook her head, speaking with a low whisper. ”Mama taught me a lot. Her’s aren’t the tricks I want to use on you, though.”

She put her hands on her hips and stood on her tiptoes, pressing against Siren’s chest as she rose. It would look like attempt to show she wasn’t intimidated, and it was…but it was also a chance to rub her chest against Siren’s and really enjoy the way their bare flesh slid along each other. This girl was nuclear.

”Let’s get going.” She stepped back after a moment and dropped down into a grappling stance, suddenly far more motivated by this match than she was ten minutes ago.

[HotWheels]

Had Siren known the thoughts pouring through both mother and daughter's minds, she would have felt great pride in knowing that this woman she had crafted, whose tiny shorts and top she wore like a superhero's cape capable of eclipsing what Alicia could accomplish, already planted distractions, notions, assumptions. Alicia's consternation and Dizzy's thought of her as nuclear, Siren wished to plant in the mind of every opponent and fan. She should seem dangerous to every opponent and stunning to every fan. How else did people think of their stars?

And Siren continued to look down on Dizzy with a star's aura. Feeling herself and her own confidence in the stark contrast between them made her want to...do something bold. Very bold, like shoving herself fully against Desdemona and give her a taste of what was to come, especially when the Italian did not wither before the five-foot-ten Amazon. And that promise she whispered. Siren continued to wear her cool, too-good-for-you stare at the smaller Italian, but the words she whispered brought a brief raise of one eyebrow. She didn't catch the meaning entirely...but people didn't whisper words like those without some sort of naughty intention behind them.

Desdemona's next act steamrolled those thoughts, however. Dizzy actually pushed her smaller tits into Siren's, like she could intimidate. Honestly, Siren liked the attitude. It matched hers. She chuckled in spite of her all-business act, and treating Desdemonia like that terrier she imagined, she brushed a loose strand of hair back off the smaller woman's forehead, mostly to send a message. "Oh, girlie. I'm gonna have to back you dooown after this. But respect to you for walking in here like a badass." She didn't only feel respect towards an admittedly pretty little chica standing tall for her size, but given the Siren's focus, those thoughts stayed where they belonged: back of the mind.

Let them get going, indeed. Flicking back some hair that had fallen over her chest, Siren answered with only a yep and glanced the ref, who took the hint and asked for the bell. In the moment after it sounded, a million different pieces of advice and instruction battered Siren's mind. She worked to tune it out, listening to the crowd's cheers instead and her own breathing. Siren looked good, fought good, knew her stuff. She had this.

She bounced forward with purpose, reaching a hand out to see if she could get a quick and cheap grasp on one of Dizzy's arms to pull her in close. Real close, to body up on her and get straight to backing her down like she promised.

[BlackAkuma]

And Siren was a big girl, too. Dizzy loved bigger women…well, most women were bigger than her, something like 95% of the female population, but the ones who were clocking near six feet were the best.

And that tan line? That one-piece tan line? Phew. Dizzy couldn't even imagine what Siren would look like packed into one of those, but damn, she loved trying.

And that hair! So wild and frizzy and free, she just wanted to grab a handful of it, bury her face in there, and-

”Dizzy!”

Her mother’s squawk was enough to wake her up out of the lusty doldrums and drag her back to reality, where the current object of her desires was about to run her over. In her head , she knew what to do against such an opponent - stay mobile, keep moving, floating butterfly and stinging bee. But there was a big difference between knowing what to do and actually doing it, and she’d yet to cross that line in her experience.

Instead, she wound up tying up with Alicia, which is the exact last thing you should do with someone who outweighs you by an entire fifth grader. She wound up getting push back, back, way back to the ropes, with Alicia draping over her body.

…which wasn’t the worst place to be. She liked it, so much so that she didn’t put up too much of a fight, just lifting her hands up while she waited for the referee to come in and separate them for the reset. She enjoyed the moment, pressing her hips into Alicia’s for a slow, subtle grind, pushing their chests together, working a slight thigh along her laps.

”Oh, wow. You got me.” She smacked her lips with a sly smile. ”Strong girl, huh?”

[HotWheels]

If Siren questioned Dizzy's intentions before, she didn't now.

Dizzy seemed a thousand miles away while Siren preyed on her like the vixen she intended to be, and the Italian did nothing but try to keep her at arm's length. That wouldn't work for her, and Siren did back her up until Dizzy's back pressed against the ropes. Those ropes didn't prove nearly as dangerous as the curves that the half-Latin bombshell pressed against her front, however, as she pushed both the smaller girl's arms up over her head and loomed over her with an intense gaze meant to bury a little fear, and maybe arousal, in the chest of her first opponent. Her hair almost covered Dizzy's face in the process.

The clue about the intensions glimmered like a freshly shined diamond, though, when she felt Dizzy slowly grind against her, hip-to-hip, and dropped the least-concerned you got me Siren believed she had ever heard in her life. Most of the fun Siren allowed herself back home involved dancing at her local club, and with her looks, she knew her share of partners who wanted to grind. Oh, if Desdemona wanted to grind, she would answer to those desires...with more than she bargained for. She resisted the urge to smirk, instead giving Desdemona the sharpest look while the ref started a count.

She pushed forward with her own hips, trapping Dizzy's between them and the middle ropes and thrusting against her hard once with an almost masculine intensity. "Baby, you don't know the half of it," she warned, just as the ref planted a hand against her stomach to push her away. Not looking for disqualification, Siren took two steps back without resistance, but her eyes never left Dizzy.

Then, when she knew the ref would not continue the count, she rushed forward, looking to clasp her arms under Dizzy's armpits and hug her at the shoulder blades. If she could capture the smaller woman...not only would Dizzy get a crushing chest-to-chest experience, but Siren planned to pull her from the ropes and try for the Sunset Suplex. With how much Dizzy weighed, Siren though she might just fly.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy’s nickname didn’t just come about because her real one had too many syllables for lazy people. Her friends often told her she had the tendency to daydream when a lot of thoughts filled her head - she would get this glassed over look in her eyes, go blank for a few seconds, as if her brain was getting overworked and needed a moment to catch up. She didn’t zone out all the time, but enough for people to notice.

A weird habit, and one she couldn't always help. Especially not when she had something distracting to think about - like, say, the smoking hot Latin woman currently draped over her body against the ropes. Dizzy breathed deep as Siren pressed against her - dio, this woman even smelled sexy. Her mind flooded with thoughts of what they could be doing if her mother wasn’t here, if this was a lewder sort of match, if she could just cut loose the way she wanted to…

”Ah, fuck.” She muttered under her breath as Alicia was pulled away, chewing her lip. Focus, focus, focus. She’d had her fun and games, they would have to do for now. Time for business. Damn it.

Dizzy licked her lips, rolled her shoulders, stepped forward, and- ”Oh!”

Alicia was back in her face far faster than she’d anticipated, closing the gap in a rush. Dizzy tried to move out of the way, but it was too late - the woman was all over her, wrapping her up in those powerful arms and mashing their chests together. Which Dizzy liked, quite a bit. Notsomuch what came next.

The Italian went soaring through the air, squawking as she flew, hurled so high and far that the audience oooed and awed as they looked on. Dizzy got so much hang time that, instead of coming down on her back, she was hit with an extra rotation and wound up on her chest. Not sure if that was better or worse than crashing on her back from that move, but it still sucked.

Her first instinct was to curl up with the pain and ride it out, but her mother’s cries reminded her of how bad an idea that was. ”Keep moving! Stay mobile!”

Good advice, yeah. Much as she was hurting, being a stable target was just going to mean more pain was coming her way. Dizzy kicked her legs over, rolled over to her knees, then grabbed the ropes - holy crap, she’d been launched to the other side of the ring, just noticed that. Anyway, she grabbed the ropes and used them to pull her way up to the corner, where she leaned against the turnbuckle for a little rest.

[HotWheels]

With Dizzy pulled oh-so-close, Siren knew she couldn't manage any quick escape. She hooked one arm underneath Dizzy's for leverage in turning the captured wrestler far enough around to execute the throw, latched on tightly again with her forearms finding purchase under Dizzy's small breasts. She bent her legs before exploding backward and upward, and while she arched her back, she released Dizzy over her head. With the girl's weight such a small burden, Siren fully extended her arms in the release, and Dizzy sailed.

Siren landed on her shoulders, but popped back nimbly to her feet. That felt like the proper start to her match. The crowd popped in appreciation of the suplex, and Siren blew them a sassy, indifferent kiss while she turned to see her tossed prey. Seeing Desdemona on her stomach, Siren offered her own brief ooh and wince. That landing must have hurt. Brushing at her shoulders as if to indicate that the suplex had been simple, dirty work, Siren strutted across the ring with a bounce in her hips while Dizzy slowly rose and retreated into the corner. Siren met her there.

"You got a thing for being trapped by me?" Siren asked, seduction dripping into her words, as she grabbed at the top ropes to either side of Desdemona's head and again loomed large. The slight wiggle of her chest just served to get a rise. If Dizzy wanted to grind, Siren would grind. She reeled back with her rear, hanging onto the ropes to form herself into a curvy slingshot, then let her hips lead as she shot forward and tried to drive them into Dizzy's lower stomach.

[BlackAkuma]

Angela felt like she was losing her mind on the sidelines. It was like watching a miniature version of herself wrestling, only she’d somehow lost all of her experience along with her height. As Dizzy moved around the ring, she could see all the things her daughter needed to do - the proper placement for her feet, the way she would need to move in order to avoid what Hollywood was setting up, little things she could’ve done to mitigate the damage from her fall. It was all so clear and instinctual that she couldn't ever remember a time when it wasn’t.

The closest thing she could compare it to was playing a videogame, where your character just ignored everything you asked of her and did its own thing. It was more than a little frustrating, but she willed some calm into her veins as Dizzy went reeling from the suplex. She had to temper her expectations. Be realistic. ”Hang in there, Dizzy! Size doesn’t matter, you can handle this!”

Dizzy only glanced her mother’s way at that little comment, but inside, her reaction was more animated. ‘Size doesn’t matter’ was a nice sentiment, but when it came from a woman with a size 15 boot, it fell a little flat. Regardless, it was the last thing on her mind as Alicia came over and boxed her in. All that flesh, all around her, closing in…she didn’t want to leave this corner.

But a glance at her mother’s expectant, hopeful face told her that she had to.

”I’d let you wrap me up all day, if I could get away with it.” She arched her back and tensed up as Alicia pulled back. Dizzy had a pretty good idea what was about to happen, and what she needed to do to stop. Just kind of sucked that she had to go with it. ”But…”

As Alicia threw her body forward, Dizzy grabbed the middle ropes for support and lifted her legs at once, trying to hit Siren in the face with both knees at once. It was a crime to damage a face like that, but she was running out of options. She had to make some effort here, if only to avoid the after-match speech.