L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Julie O'Reilly vs Hollywood Siren
Forecourt of the Shamed Match
The match is reminiscent of the hand and footprints at the Chinese Theater. The first competitor to toss the opponent into a wet cement-like substance at the base of the ramp wins the match, gains the opponent as a POW, and the competitor's body mold is placed on display at a location of the winner's choosing. There are no disqualifications in the match.


"Oh come on Isa! You don't have to babysit me!"
"What? No, Julie, no... I'm not babysitting you! I'm just... Accompanying you, okay?"
"NO! I'm perfectly capable of fighting my matches myself!"
"Of course you are! No one said you weren't! Just remember, that she's a-..."
"Yeah yeah, I do remember that she's a heavyweight! It doesn't matter!!!"
"But Julie, you remember the last time with Annabe-...."
"DON'T constantly always bring that up, OK? It's in the past! She was a total weirdo!!!"
*Sigh* "Sure. But how can you know that this one-..."
"No, I can't, and no, I won't! It doesn't matter! I'm a wrestler! I need to cope by myself!"
"Fine, Julie... But couldn't I just join you by the ringside?"
"No, Isa, no! You STAY HERE!!!"

In reality, Julie O'Reilly wasn't quite as angry, or quite as confident as she had sounded like. Strutting towards the gorilla position and leaving her friend and fellow LAW wrestler Isa behind in the locker room, the Irish gingerhead knew that tonight's match likely wasn't going to be an easy one for her. At least, based on what she knew of her opponent. LAW didn't seem to hold too many reservations regarding pitting wrestlers from different weight divisions battling against each other, and apparently her opponent tonight was going to be a heavyweight one! While the lightweight Julie wasn't one to turn down a match, far from it, she did also realize being the clear underdog here... Especially after how her previous match against a heavyweight had gone. It hadn't been exactly competitive.

Unfortunately, this was information that she had managed to slip to her friend Isa. And while Julie certainly appreciated her friendship and concern over her well-being in most situations, this wasn't exactly one of them. Or at least, the way Isa had decided to act on her concerns... Especially after having found out that Julie's weight was less than two thirds of that of her opponent's, her heavyweight friend had become adamant on wanting to accompany her to the ring. And for Julie, that was obviously a no-no. Even if she found herself at a disadvantage, her matches were hers, and only hers to deal with! The last thing she wanted was to look like some kind of a coward, who brought friends into the ring for back-up!

Besides, Julie did have a bit of a thing for testing her capabilities against bigger and stronger wrestlers anyway. Wrestling was always a test of strength and skills at its core, and Julie was certainly keen to get to find out what she would be capable of again tonight... In a proper battle, in pure wrestling, in a standard match!

...this was going to be a standard match, right? Julie hadn't actually asked.

Julie O'Reilly - The Velvet Hood: Entrance Attire

Entrance theme: Lana Del Rey - Blue Velvet

The soft tunes of Julie's entrance theme filled the arena, and the Velvet Hood made her appearance hopping cheerfully down the ramp. Managing to contain herself and her excitement a bit as she was approaching the ring, Julie still had a mischievous smile on her face... A smile that abruptly turned into confused disdain, as her toes suddenly dipped into some soft and wet substance at the base of the ramp! Utterly confused, the turn of events threw the spunky gingerhead off for a moment, as she couldn't understand what the hell was it there for... Had there been some maintenance works going on, that had been left incomplete before tonight's show? Realizing that she was getting distracted, and probably confusing the crowds as well, the Irish girl tried to then shrug the whole incident off as swiftly as she could, and climb calmly up a turnbuckle all the way to the top rope, carrying her signature batch of rope in her other hand!

Once up, the Irish girl began her usual entrance manouvers by loosening her hood so that it finally fell down, revealing her long, thick ginger hair. Smiling at the crowds, she rolled her little lasso up in the air before jumping down, proceeding to leave the rope by her corner for now. She then made her way once more to the opposite corner, climbing again up onto the top rope, and began to loosen and open up the rest of her cape, to finally reveal her fan favorite, rather risqué blue velvety wrestling attire for the crowds to admire!

Wrestling attire:

Then it was time for the Irish gingerhead to promptly get down from the ropes and proceed into her corner, settling there to wait for finding out how this heavyweight opponent of hers was going to really turn out to be like!

Fuckin' finally.

Siren had been pitching this match type from the day she pushed this gimmick she meant to present in the ring, and all LAW's decision-makers had stuck to taking their damn time giving her a chance for it. Whatever, it took money to prep the cement. LAW was drowning in money; any idiot could see that. Apparently it took a flawless start, complete with kicking a badass veteran's teeth out (Mama Belti should thank her for that compliment), for the people who had found her pitches impressive enough that they were willing to spend some money to make some cinema for the Hollywood hottie. Better late than never, she supposed.

As amped as anyone would ever see the too-cool Latina, Siren swung her arms and wrung her hands together, ready to get the hell out there. Her opponent would be entering first. Julie O'Reilly. A lightweight and someone who had her clips strewn around the LAW site and the web in general. Their size difference and those clips told her LAW had it in their heads to give Siren's match the debut the Californian wanted. Chick could wrestle, but she had her fair share of trouble. Nah, she didn't disparage or doubt, but Siren's last match against a lightweight had been a fuckin' mauling... or it would have been, if Dizzy Belti hadn't been cool and comfortable enough with herself to know she was beaten before it got ugly.

And cool period, for that matter. Siren still probably would have thrown her in the muck if this type of match had been her debut.

That was precisely where she intended to leave Julie. She slipped on her rollerblades while watching a monitor for the ginger's entrance. Yeah... hadn't even fuckin' told her what the cement was for, had they? So a little, clueless babe in blue who didn't even know what she was in for. That was the exploitative shit Siren expected from LAW. It was also why she had known she could get their attention all those months ago by being the caricature of that same exploitation.

She skated her way past the other figures in gorilla, smiling her cool smile even through the shake of her head. LAW's horseshit was also what had her on the rise.

As "LA Devotee" poured into the arena to the biggest uproar she had heard during any of her entrances - beating Angela Belti's ass and leaving for a while had sure as hell made their hearts grow fonder for their favorite Latina - the Hollywood hottie rolled onto the stage. After her usual stop, saucy pose, and dip of her sunglasses, she took off down the ramp, and, like she had practiced a dozen times during the week while they had been prepping the cement prop for the match-

She hopped up and over the pool of cement, landing perfectly on the other side and continuing to roll. Fuck. Yes.

Despite her best efforts to keep the impassive pout on her face, she couldn't hide a smile as she did her lap around the ring - the stunt had the crowd finding another octave. But she finally skirted to a stop, absconded of her sunglasses into the third row, and fixed her gaze on Julie in the ring above her while she slipped off her skates and blew an obnoxiously large bubble with her jawful of bubble gum - a new feature to her entrance.

Spoiler

She joined the lightweight in the ring seconds later, but the announcement of her name had her turning and nonchalantly winking toward the hard cam. Maybe tonight was the night she should have finally taken the mic, sure, after what she had done before her few weeks' absence. Talked some mad shit. But the match would do all the talking.

To the crowd, anyway. She would do plenty of talking to Julie. Bitch didn't know what she was in for, and Siren strolled over to scrutinize her like a lead in Mean Girls. Her gaze settled on the ginger's hips and those skimpy bottoms. "You lookin' for those to snap now, or later?"

Julie had managed to gain a pretty good rise out of the crowds, who seemed to always appreciate her style of entrance, especially by the time of the revelation of her actual wrestling attire. Yes, she knew the reasons behind it... But popularity and favor were still popularity and favor, regardless of their source, right? And especially in wrestling, having the crowds' favor could often turn out to be very beneficial in unexpected ways. Still, the gingerhead was anxious to finally get to see the entrance of her opponent.

Meanwhile, Isa had accepted her fate with staying backstage. Succumbing to observing Julie's entrance in the monitor, she was trying to make sense of what had happened at the base of the ramp, why had Julie momentarily had such a weird look on her face... Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted though, as someone suddenly skated by her with rollerblades, almost crashing into her along the way! "Hey! Watch out!" the Angel of Ice shouted in an annoyed tone behind the person, who didn't seem to care at all... "Agh! Such pricks should be taught a lesson..." the blonde Icelander was left muttering to herself.

In the ring, Julie's eyes widened though as she could hear her opponent's entrance theme starting to blare in the arena, and see her figure appearing at the top of the ramp. Good news were that she was finally going to see her - bad news were that the crowds seemed to be absolutely loving her. This cheer wasn't a "yay, you're clad in a blue thong" -cheer. This was something else. This was for someone, who they really loved to see making her appearance. And in more ways than one...

Julie didn't have much time to think about that though, before some more interesting aspects grasped her attention as soon as the figure started making their way towards the ring - with marked suavity. "Oh, is she... Is she roller skating? No way?!? That's so cool!" the Irish gingerhead was already getting excited in her head, impressed by the unique change of pace she was getting to witness. The woman even made a fancy trick around the point where the strange, slimy thing was - apparently she was somehow more alert than Julie had been - earning even more applause from the crowds! Proceeding to circle the ring, Julie soon found the girl stopping at the corner where the Irish girl was casually lounging with her back against the ropes... Glancing over her shoulder, it felt like the latina's gaze was boring inquisitively into Julie's relatively slender yet toned midsection and thighs, and her blue thong-clad behind... And the Irish gingerhead couldn't help blushing a little as a result, while the latina began making her way up into the ring.

Only when Siren had finally gotten inside the ring, did it become evident for Julie just how big the size difference between them was. Damn, this latina was even thicker and curvier than Isa! And admittedly, had a more flaunty and confident air in her as well... And she didn't hesitate a second to come facing Julie head-on.

The Velvet Hood instinctively took a couple of steps towards Siren as well, once it dawned on her that she would look like a coward if she simply let the bigger girl corner her. Trying to also adopt a very confident stance by placing her hands on her hips and looking up at the latina's face, she still wasn't quite as prepared to hear Siren's choices of words, which inevitably returned some subtle blushing onto the gingerhead's face.

It wasn't as if she was about to be left speechless though. "Snap? Really? Suuuuuure, go ahead if you wanna get DQ'ed..." the gingerhead began faking confidence in a rather annoying and arrogant tone, before shifting her gaze markedly toward's Alicia's hips in turn. "Besides, those aren't looking much less snappier either, so if I were you, I'd be careful of what I'd wish for!" Boom! Julie wasn't going to be left in second place!

She liked this one.

Siren couldn’t peg her nature at first glance. Sure, she figured LAW had left her clueless about the nature of this match like so many of the sad sacks around here, but she was a mix and match of opposites under the scrutiny of the eye test at first. Innocent looking, yet wearing something skimpier than even the Hollywood hottie’s own attire. Confident enough in her figure to strut her stuff, but blushing when the Latina stared at her. Prodding at a bitch with words often turned up better answers than a few passing glances, though, and as the little ginger marched her way over and looked up at Siren as if their size difference hadn’t even occurred to her. Not bad.

But the blush came back, even as she sounded totally at ease, even arrogant. The Latina’s smirk stretched until it became a plainly ill-intentioned smile, and as she scooted even that much closer to Julie, the crowd worked into even more of a lather. Damn, she should have brought a fuckin’ mic for this exchange. She wanted to get these people involved tonight and leave them with a match and a final image they would never forget; having some lines between the two to go with that memory would have only made it that much better.

Especially since she had the ginger at a total disadvantage. She thought there were disqualifications. She almost - almost - felt sorry for her. Alicia might have felt sorry; the Siren couldn’t afford that shit. Couldn’t afford to care.

The Latina leaned down close enough that her long hair tickled its way along Julie’s chest. “Might take mine off before we start. Won’t have to worry about it,” she told her, a challenge in her eyes. She popped her hips to the side for emphasis. “But you might.”

Time to drop the bomb on her. She leaned in that much closer, keeping her hands behind her back to make it clear that she wasn’t going to deck her out of nowhere - they were just sharing a little secret, the two of them. And she couldn’t have put more sensuality into her revelation of that secret.

“‘sides… who said anything about DQs, chica?”

As if on cue, the ring announcer began to declare the two of them, and Siren merely reeled back, the biggest shit-eating grin on her face, as the rules were explained to the crowd and to her unfortunate opponent.

Even if the Irish gingerhead herself might not had seen it so clearly, someone following her closely could have easily declared her as a walking paradox. One, that could have understandably confused her opponent of the night.

Thing was, Julie was confident to be a wrestler. She had followed the art, show, sport, spectacle - whatever you wanted to call it - that was wrestling for as long as she could remember. And all the while being an avid fangirl, she had also held this distinct spark, this obsessive fantasy of one day actually becoming a wrestler herself. Getting to actually step into the squared circle in front of all the crowds, show off her sexy body in a risqué fashion as so many of her idols before her, battle it out against some of the best, and the sexiest in the business - this was all a dream come true for her.

Thing also was, Julie wasn't that confident as a wrestler. She was aware of her disadvantages. She knew she was a lightweight. She knew her somewhat toned body held lot less muscles, power and strength than many. She knew her skills and technique were rather amateur at best, especially in a place like LAW. And she knew all the, sometimes even lewd, things wrestlers wanted to dominate their opponents with around here, and what the crowds could often love to see.

And when faced with the towering, curvy latina in front of her, inches away from her body, she knew that she wasn't the favorite to win tonight.

Even so, it wasn't a reason to not act confidently. Granted, her blushing was inevitably deceiving her a bit... But it wasn't something Julie could really see herself, despite the warm feeling. Besides, Julie actually wanted to get to tussle against Hollywood already... And she couldn't deny getting intrigued by the way the latina was leaning in towards her, letting her chest almost rest on the gingerhead's face... Who couldn't stop herself from taking a few glances, and subconsciously biting her lips a little.

The Irish wrestler knew that she had to come up with yet another response though - but that got promptly interrupted by the revelation of the Siren's little secret. Or the suggestion of it... Julie's head was left computing the meaning of her words for a moment, which was soon consumed before the announcer was going to make everything very public for all.

"The following match is a "Forecourt of the Shamed Match"! Our first challenger tonight is coming from the Land of Shamrock, the misty and evergreen Ireland! Standing at 5'4' and weighing in as 115 lbs, she's "The Velvet Hood", Julie O'Reilly! And her competitor, a fiery latina hailing from the sunny California, standing at 5'10" and weighing in at 181 lbs: Hollywood Siren! Our competitors fight in a match reminiscent of the hand and footprints at the Chinese Theater. The first competitor to toss the opponent into a wet cement-like substance at the base of the ramp wins the match, gains the opponent as a POW, and the competitor's body mold is placed on display at a location of the winner's choosing! And the most exciting part for you all... There are no disqualifications in the match!"

Julie was stunned. Her confidence was gone. This turn of events was definitely unexpected, and she needed a moment to process it all, and get accustomed to this new reality. The mental image of the wet cement she had just encountered had almost espaced too far away already, making it difficult to add the two things up. The no DQ stipulation - that was always dangerous, even if seemingly commonplace in LAW. For a moment, it looked like she didn't want to be there - but it was just a passing moment. Soon the gingerhead could get her head together enough that she could at least fake a confident stance once again, while also having the mindspace to address her opponent.

What helped with it though was the fact that the bell promptly rang soon after the announcement.

*DING!*

"Oh... Wow... This is certainly... Interesting." the gingerhead began talking to the Siren, wanting to still gather her thoughts for a moment. "I wonder who... Oh, did you...? Did you come up with this match?" she finally realized to ask though, managing to figure out the little hint that Hollywood had already given her before the announcement. Though it sounded like regardless of whoever it was, the crowds were very eager to see the match unfolding.


The person angriest by the revelation though? Isa. "What?!? Oh come on! This is so wrong! They can't do this to her! Gosh! I told her! I told her! I should have accompanied her! I should have just gone down there to stop them from pulling any of this stuff on her!" the Angel of Ice was frustratedly cursing herself backstage, as she was watching the events in the ring unfolding in a monitor.

However Julie performed in the match, she could keep the pride - or infamy - of knowing that the Hollywood hottie would remember her face. The barely-concealed glance at the Siren's tits would have made for an entertaining enough memory, but watching those wheels turn in her head while they announced the nature of the match - that image would stay with her for quite some time. She could see the spunk draining from her, too, like a woman who wanted to turn tail and run. Plenty had run from the Latina in their time; it wouldn't be anything new.

But she recovered, and Siren had the decency - and the sense of good drama - to stand and wait for her response even as the bell rang. The crowd was already working into a frenzy, so seeing her towering over what appeared to be an overwhelmed opponent did them a world of good, too. She flicked her hair at them in appreciation and shrugged a shoulder before turning her attention back to the little ginger before her. Siren wanted to see it - that confidence, that spunk. That shit made for a better match.

And while that wasn't exactly what she got, what she did get almost entertained her more. She had to resist grinning to maintain her trademark smirk, and she offered Julie the same gesture as she gave to the crowd - a tilt of her head that doubled as a shrug. She ran her tongue across her lips and scanned Julie again with her eyes. "I might've. And I might've had someone just like you in mind." Once more, the Latina leaned in, this time all but brushing her cheek against Julie's.

"I know how to make you infamous."

With that said, she stepped back and gestured to herself, as if to say come and get me.

For a gingerhead, Julie's cheeks spent quite a bit of time being redder than her hair. This time, the most recent cause for her blushing - leaving the Latina hottie's curvy body right in front of her aside - were both the feeling of being flattered, and embarrassedly frustrated at the same time.

It was obvious that the Latina was one who the crowds really enjoyed seeing in the ring. Her body language, the careless flicking of her hair, the seemingly innocuous yet for sure very deliberate pose and stance she was maintaining next to the smaller gingerhead, and the way she leaned over as if telling her a secret when revealing her response, all certainly played to exactly how she was loved to be seen performing. And despite Julie's best efforts, it must have appeared obvious to everyone which one of the wrestlers knew exactly what was going to happen tonight, and which one was getting herself into something way out of her depth.

By now, Julie was understanding it too. The flattering part? That the Siren actually did mention that Julie was exactly like someone who she wanted to face in such a match type invented by her. Surely, it must have also meant that she was someone the crowds would love to feature in the ring too... And being a relatively rookie wrestler, Julie was going to be happy to accept any popularity or recognition that was going to be thrown her way. If people wanted to see her in the ring, she would be happy to deliver.

The frustrating part? Everyone must had known already beforehand, that she'd be way out of her depth in this one. Most likely, at least. The curvy Latina must have held quite some strength advantage in addition to her size one, and naturally, she was going to be way more prepared for the stipulations and rules of the match than Julie was ever going to be. Ultimately, Julie had simply been selected to fulfill the role of the jobber tonight. Damn.

And yet, damn. Sharing the ring with a curvy, flirty, sexy Latina like this was basically a daydream come true for Julie. She just had no idea whatsoever, how on earth could she defeat her.

But she had to try. It was time. Especially with Hollywood gesturing her like that. Despite the fact that she was against the odds, was she simply going to surrender, and not try to put on her best performance? No!

Biting her lip and adopting a more determined expression, Julie took a couple of steps forward, before fearlessly trying to aim a pair of knife edge chops at Siren's chest! Then, she would lunge to the side, trying to gain hold of Siren's left arm, and twist it locked behind her back!

Siren watched the girl step up, and for a moment, the arena faded away, leaving just the frame of the shot she was composing in her head. The fans had the fiery, desperate underdog - pale skin, red hair, vibrating with that nervous energy that screamed "I have something to prove" - standing opposite the main attraction. The height difference alone was cinema enough, and they would surely love watching Julie trying to overcome her, the same way they had loved watching Dizzy try to whittle her down or her and Mama Belti clashing like kaijus.

And Siren didn't even raise her hands to defend herself. Why would she? The visual of Julie staring up at her, realizing just how much mountain she had to climb, was worth more than any lock-up. Siren let a smirk ghost across her lips, her hazel eyes narrowing as she dissected the girl’s form. She wanted the spunk. She wanted the fight. It made for a better show when the bad bitch finally crushed hope into dust.

And she tried, even if Siren thought the choice of an opening salvo was bold. Maybe not so bold - her tits kind of were out there for the targeting, she supposed.

Siren squeezed her shoulders together and tightened her chest, aiming to take the impacts defiantly. The chops landed with a crisp, violent crack that echoed off the canvas. It took... effort, but Siren didn't flinch. She didn't stumble back or cover up. She just stood there, absorbing the blows right across the ample swell of her chest, letting the impact ripple through her and almost slip her top somehow further off her chest but refusing to let it move her. They stung like hell, of course - the little ginger had some snap to her, leaving a blooming heat radiating across Siren’s skin - but she had endured far worse thanks to her war with an Italian giantess and would endure far worse even tonight, more than likely.

Siren looked down, her expression bored, detached. She raised a hand and slowly brushed the red marks on her chest as if wiping away a speck of dust.

"Cute sound effects," Siren drawled, her voice dripping with condescension. "But you're gonna have to hit me harder than that."

Julie didn't wait for a second critique. The redhead dipped low, moving with a chaotic speed that Siren hadn't bothered to script. Before the powerhouse could swat her away, Julie snagged her left arm, spinning behind her and wrenching the limb up high in a hammerlock.

It was a solid twist. The torque put immediate pressure on the shoulder, and for a split second, Siren’s body jerked with the force of it. The crowd popped, the noise swelling as they thought the underdog had found the weakness in the armor. Siren let the hold sit there for a heartbeat, letting the pain flare, letting Julie struggle and strain against the joint.

But she had an answer. Siren planted her feet, engaging her core and her thick thighs. With a grunt of exertion, she simply flexed. She rotated her shoulder and ripped her arm downward, using pure, unadulterated horsepower to break Julie’s grip as if she were shrugging off a cheap coat.

Then she stepped in, trying to bury a knee into the girl’s midsection to double her over.

It was sometimes the subtlest of things that made one feel pretty powerful. And in this moment, it was the sound of her chops landing against her opponent's chest that was making Julie feel like that. Well, at least a little bit. Despite all of the towering might in front of her, despite the hazel eyes dominantly dissecting Julie's slender form, the smaller gingerhead was on the attack. Punishing the curvy latina in front of her.

Of course, that feeling turned out to be very passing. Not least because Siren did not even flinch. And even if Julie got to see some red marks forming at her target, the sound effects were already long gone, and the focus of her senses was now replaced by the immovable obstacle still towering in front of her. And her ears were now taking notes on what the Siren was telling her.

So she had to hit still harder? Umm, unlikely. Best to go for plan B, then.

Snap, swoosh, and twist. And just like that, the Velvet Hood had caught Siren's arm in her grip, and twisted it into a Hammerlock! And best of all? This time the latina's body did flinch! Or jerk. Or whatever... It was still classified as movement! Julie was on a roll! '

Well, for a brief moment at least. Long enough for the Irish girl to actually stumble across the question... What now?

Unfortunately, Siren was the one with the quicker answer. And undeniably, the more powerful one too. Engaging her whole body in the effort, the latina muscled her arm's way free of Julie's grip. The gingerhead did try to desperately hold on to it - but the only effect it had was to place her closer to Siren's front again.

And looking like a deer caught in the headlights. So, what should she do now? Another chop?

That question turned out to never need an answer, as the lightweight gingerhead soon got a knee from Hollywood's thick leg driven into her belly. "Urgghhhhh!!!" The impact sent the Irish girl immediately doubling over, needing to in fact place her hands onto the latina's hips and thigh too to manage keeping herself on her two feet... And in the process, providing a sight of her blue velvet-thonged rear towards the crowds that many were surely promptly keen to immortalize.

Siren felt the knee sink deep into Julie's gut, the smaller girl's body folding forward - really folding forward. The crowd's roar shifted, some cheering, others groaning, but Siren barely heard it over the rush in her ears. A hot spike of satisfaction bloomed in her chest as Julie's hands instinctively clamped onto her hips and thigh just to stay upright, almost like she worshipped the Hollywood hottie. Those pale fingers digging into her warm skin, desperate for purchase... yeah, that was the kind of visual the fans ate up. And the way Julie's ass was presented now, that nothing and nowhere thong peeking out for the hardcam? Pure gold.

She didn't give the redhead a second to recover. Siren's hands dropped quickly, one clamping onto the back of Julie's neck while the other gripped a fistful of that fiery hair, yanking her head down and forward to keep her bent sharp at the waist. It left Julie's face inches from Siren's imposingly thick thighs. Her lips curled into a faint but wicked smile, as if this all went to script, as she peered at the audience, still torn between cheering the potential of a hot show and trying to rally the smaller woman. Siren liked it this way. She had the crowd behind her against Mama Belti, sure, but she felt most at home somewhere between opinions.

She shook off the last of the stinging heat in her breasts from the chops before she spoke up. "Look at you," Siren purred, her voice low in her husky Latina drawl. "Choppin' away at my tits one second, and now you're all over my hips? Guess you just like the view down there, too."

The crowd buzzed louder, phones flashing, and Siren savored it for a beat, rolling her shoulders to let the red marks on her chest catch the lights.

Then she shifted her stance, spreading her feet a touch wider. With a firm tug, she tried to guide Julie's head lower, forcing it between her powerful thighs, the broad, toned muscles clamping down in an effort to trap her in a standing headscissor tease.

"Get where you belong," Siren demanded. "But let's make it better-" In one smooth motion, Siren tried to drop straight down and pull Julie's trapped head along for the ride as she aimed to spike the redhead's skull right into the canvas with a thunderous sitout headscissor driver.