The True Hollywood Story

[HotWheels]

"The actin' gets worse when you're tired," Alicia teased in response to Dizzy's dramatic expression of her "misery" after the spank. It would take a dummy not to notice the ass wiggle, too. To show her impatience, Alicia thumped her on the rear a couple more times with her fingers and considered going to the bongos, but that sounded like it took too much energy. Even tired, though, she felt good from the exertion and wanted to make with some antics. Helping someone who actually acted like they gave a damn about that help made for better, more fulfilling training.

She expected Dizzy's answer before it came. Yeah, she was a "flattened" kind of chick. Didn't take a genius to figure that out, either. "Already am," Alicia announced to the body pillow comment, as she bounced atop Dizzy's thighs once, then again twice, and a third time. The third time, though, she didn't come back down. She grabbed Dizzy by the hips to spin her over and only came down again once she had (sort of) done exactly that, leaving the Italian a little crooked and setting her flat of her back by placing her straddled weight on the little Italian's hips.

Her weight itself would probably wear Dizzy out in a couple of minutes, but in the spirit of making it a fun time, Alicia grinned, flicked her tongue down at her sparring partner, and gave her one more thump on the stomach. Then she leaned back, balancing her weight on her hands, and lifted her legs off of the mat so she could drape them down the length of Dizzy's shorter frame, her thighs lying over Dizzy's chest and her calves pressed down over her face. She crossed her ankles from this position, just barely managing to keep her balance when she did. "Give?", she asked, perched on the cutest of thrones.

[BlackAkuma]

Today was, perhaps, the best day of Dizzy’s admittedly short life.

A wild statement, but really what else came close? Here she was, spending hours with one of the most awesome women she’d ever come across. She was learning, she was getting into wrestling like never before, she was excited, she was sweaty, and she’d never felt so good. Things would’ve been good by themselves, but then the Hollywood Siren flipped her over and mounted her, giving her the kind of attention that she’d almost forgotten she craved.

It came back to her soon enough, though, as Alicia manipulated her body with ease, spinning her about while the tiny Italian squealed in delight. She used her like her favorite chair and stretched her devilish body out, giving Dizzy the perfect view of her magnificent calves. There wasn’t an inch on this woman she didn’t like, but her legs were strong contenders for the higher spots, definitely in the top five, and having them so close was the perfect reward for a day of hard work.

”I don’t know.” She bit her lip and tried her best to sound innocent. And failed. Utterly. ”I might give up. Just give me a little while to think it over.”

Dizzy’s hands came to Alicia’s legs and roamed down as far as she could reach, massaging them, caressing them, mapping them out with her fingers, savoring every touch. She gave one of the calves a tentative lick, then another, then another, tasting longer each time. Building up heat and leaving a thin trail of saliva.

It couldn't get any better. Nothing could ruin this moment.

”DESDEMONA BELTI!"

Except her Mom.

Panic coursed through her system like lightning, her eyes widened like saucers, and her skin reddened like a beat when she looked over and saw her mother storming towards them, dressed in her workout attire - long black gym pants, a matching sports bra, her long purple hair tight up behind her. The ground seemed to shake with every step, the kind of fearsome sight she hadn't seen since before she hit her teens.

”Mom!” Dizzy made a wild effort to try and scramble out from under Alicia, though she couldn't go anywhere until her partner got off. For both their sake, she hoped that happened. ”Mom, wait a sec!”

Okay, so maybe this wasn’t the best day of Dizzy’s life.

[HotWheels]

With her "pupil" (not that she thought of anyone she trained with as a pupil, because she was no teacher) having done such a good job, Alicia figured finishing her off in a way that wasn't too painful and gave her something she wanted was the way to go. Looking pleased with the matter like she was stretched on a lounge chair on the beach, Alicia peered down at where Alicia would be buried beneath her thick calves and just waited for Dizzy to lose her cool and start touching. It didn't take long, and Alicia softly laughed a couple of times as she felt and watched hands trail up and down her legs. And, yep, there was the tongue. Girl liked to use her mouth. "Fightin' reeeeal hard. No quit," she taunted, while she bounced her foot.

She hadn't been thinking about the rest of the gym for a while. They had gotten into things and shut all other presence out, which, to Alicia, was the only way to train and, admittedly, the only way to spend time with someone she had taken a shine to. Making friends was not top of her priority list while she got her career rolling, but having one find her way to Alicia worked well enough. She did finally lift her eyes a little to see who was taking note of the antics going on in the sparring ring, peeping over her shoulder.

Few things gave Alicia a start, but the voice coming from over her other shoulder did.

She swung her head over to see exactly who she expected. Mama Belti. Like an ingrained reflex, she rolled her eyes.

Frankly, she didn't care too much about whatever mama thought about what was happening, but she knew Dizzy did even before she felt the smaller Italian wriggling beneath her. Not interested in making things any worse for the daughter than they had to be, Alicia slowly rolled off to the side of the Italian and started pushing to her feet. Wasn't her business to get into this, but she figured Ms. Belti would see it differently. Still, unperturbed save for her concerned that Dizzy would get reamed out for daring live her life the way she wanted, Alicia detached herself briefly to track down her towel in the corner and let Dizzy do the talking to start.

[BlackAkuma]

Angela Belti was having a weird day.

At the start, it had seemed innocuous enough. She’d had a panel at a wrestling convention, and she’d been eager to go, looking forward to seeing some of her old mates again. She’d even thought about bringing Dizzy along, but as it turned out, her daughter had plans for the day. Plans she had neglected to mention beforehand, oddly enough. Even more oddly, they were plans that involved her training. Getting her daughter into the gym usually went about as well as trying to give a cat a bath, so the notion that she would voluntarily do this, let alone with some mystery friend that Angela had never heard of, was a little concerning. To put it in the mildest way.

But alright. Fine. A little space would do them well, and she was willing to give it. That was, until a fight between two managers broke out at the convention, and her panel ended early for security reasons. Suddenly, Angela found herself with a hole in her schedule, and she decided to fill it with some time at the gym. She frankly figured that Dizzy would be done by the time she arrived, but if she wasn’t, maybe she could surprise her and meet this friend of hers.

So she arrived, dressed up, popped into the gym and was greeted by the sight of her daughter playing the part of furniture under, of all people, the ‘Hollywood Siren’. The same woman who’d practically used her like a sex toy in their first match.

It wasn’t exactly something any mother wanted to see, ever, and she had to fight the strong urge to switch into Mama Bear mode as she came over, only halted when Dizzy stepped in between them. Seething, she looked down at her daughter, casting a wide shadow over the smaller Belti.

”Mom, relax, okay?” Dizzy held out her arms wide, as if she could somehow stop Angela from getting around her if she really wanted to. ”It’s not what it looks like.”

”Oh, it’s not?” Angela straightened up and blinked a few times, as if she needed to clear her vision. ”Because it looked like you were licking the legs of some woman you barely know in the middle of a public gym. But if it’s not that, then what is it?”

Dizzy opened her mouth for an explanation, then closed it shut again and grimaced. ”I mean, okay, it’s a little, kind of sort of like that, yes, okay. But!” She raised a finger. ”It wasn’t just that. We were training, seriously training.”

Angela’s hands went up to her hips, as she shot a skeptical look towards the Hollywood Siren. ”Is that what you call it? Dizzy, I warned you about the silly hentai wrestlers here, and if I have to-”

”Her name is Alicia.” Her daughter snapped back with a bit more bass in her voice than usual and a spark in her eyes that made Angela take notice. This was new. ”And she’s not teaching me hentai stuff. We were training and she really helped me out. Will you please just stop being, being a…”

Whatever word Dizzy was looking for, she couldn't find it and gave up. She turned back towards the Hollywood Siren - ’Alicia’ - with a silent plea, looking her way like she needed a hot tag in a match. Angela looked her way, too, biting her tongue for a moment to see if the Latina would throw her oar into the waters.

[HotWheels]

This squabble already felt like a lot of good turning to shit, and it had only just started. Unintimidated, Alicia kept her chilly gaze on Angela, wiping away the sweat off of her forehead and midriff. A part of her expected a fight, but Mama Belti was an older head. Looked like Dizzy had it...as under control as she could have, too. Once Alicia guessed that she would not have to block a kick to the head from the veteran, the Latina settled against the turnbuckle with her arms folded, listening. Maybe mama would get the point that she shouldn't have to leave, and she had nothing to be ashamed about after the last two hours.

A couple of times, she sure as hell wanted to interject into the back and forth, but it went about like she expected. Mama had only seen the last minute and a half, and since she had her opinion of Alicia already set, she refused to believe anything but the idea of the Siren having spent the last two hours as a succubus, luring her daughter. That was fine; she could think what she wanted of Alicia right now while her rage needed to be directed at someone. Wasn't fair to Dizzy, though. Alicia had a sister, and while thinking of someone who had just been licking her calves in the same vein as her sister didn't exactly fit, the sentiment was the same. She wanted to explain away the problem for Dizzy's sake without throwing her under the bus in the meantime. Clearly, Mama didn't know about her "little girl's" needs, and Alicia wasn't the one to reveal them. That was family business.

But she was, however, being called on to say something. Glancing down at Dizzy when the girl peered back, looking for backup, Alicia pushed herself off the turnbuckle and strolled over. For once in her life, she needed to be delicate...as delicate as a woman from her background could be.

Once close to them, she glanced between mother and daughter before settling on Dizzy. "Two good dropkicks. One of 'em gave me this." She pointed at a little dark splotch on her chest and a tiny cut on her shoulder. "Her pins showed off some good balance. She got a headscissor locked a couple times. There was a diving headlock where she flipped my big-" She almost said ass, but held back. "-self over all the way, too." Like giving a report to the rest of the performance team at LAW, she continued rattling off a few more moves Dizzy had pulled during their time sparring, highlighting the best things Dizzy had pulled off all evening. Appealing to Mama's pride and giving her some proof.

Finally, her gaze settled on Angela, as if asking her to doubt all she had described. "I train here, and she had a hell of an afternoon. You caught thirty seconds of us actin' our age at the end."

Damn, it took a lot to avoid saying something sassy as shit.

[BlackAkuma]

Angela looked up at Dizzy’s urging, staring daggers at the approaching Alicia. She couldn't imagine what the woman had to say to justify this, but a small, curious part of her wanted to hear it, and her arms folded up in anticipation. While the two of them hadn't exactly had an exchange of words the last time they crossed paths, she’d seen enough from their match and gotten a good feel of the overall vibe.

Young, cocky, out to prove herself, headstrong, rambunctious, and more than a little lewd. LAW was bursting at the seams with women just like this, and they were the last sort that Dizzy needed to be hanging around if she wanted to have a career in this company.

If she wanted to have a career. If.

At most, she expected sass to come flying out of Alicia’s mouth, the sort of guff that she was accustomed to hearing from younger wrestlers. Telling her she was stuck in the past, that she was married to her old ways, that she needed to advance. Instead, she got a progress report.

Angela looked on, stayed quiet, but her face shifted several times as Alicia laid everything out. Skeptical at first, but there were bits of proof that backed up the story, and she doubted they got this sweaty just from…whatever they were doing when she came in. Curiosity took over from there for a bit, wondering what this woman’s angle was, then she straightened up and hardened her face, feeling the air of a challenge underneath it all, as if she was calling Angela’s bluff on all this. It was hard sell to think that Dizzy could show that kind of improvement with anyone. What was so special about Alicia?

She wasn’t sure. But she was sure how she could find out.

When Alicia was done, Angela took a moment and stepped forward, looking Alicia straight in the eyes, took lioness staring each other down. Dizzy took a cautious step back, as if a bomb was about to explode, but she shouldn’t have worried. She wasn’t going to hit the younger wrestler. Not here, anyway.

”You and I are having a match.” She leaned forward by a couple of degrees. “One week from tonight.”

Dizzy’s face scrunched up, looking between them with sheer confusion. ”Wait…what? A match?” She stepped back in, notably moving closer to Alicia’s side. ”Why? What’s that for?”

”Call it an assessment. If she’s helping you out that much, I want to see what she can do at her best. Firsthand. That’s fair.” Her gaze only wavered at Dizzy for a moment, before she relocked on Angela. ”If you’re willing, of course.”

[HotWheels]

Alicia had an overprotective mom, too. Her protectiveness was just different. She had been burned by an asshole in a relationship once after having two children, and she wanted to keep her daughters out of that failed emotional investment shit. Her mama had calmed down over the years, maybe once she figured out one daughter didn't do the long term relationship thing to get burned and the other one had a different romantic interest each week and spent too much time in her room to get into anything serious, but the half-Latin beauty had been forced to talk down the stereotypical worried Hispanic mom a good hundred times. What she lacked in wisdom and tact she made up for in rehearsal.

Sure, she would have wanted to say Angela was an old woman who just didn't get it anymore and tried to stick her daughter into a stupid mold. But experience told her that would just make everything worse. She just wanted to distract her to better news; it wasn't her place to do the talking for Dizzy. She had put that kernel in the little Italian's head earlier about being clear with mama about all this stuff, or life would start to suck. For her efforts, she wondered again if Angela was going to swing at her. She sure got close as she could without their bumping into each other. Alicia stared back at her, expression totally flat, matter-of-fact. If the truth got her decked in the head, she would deck her right back.

But it didn't. It got her a match. The cold expression broke into a smirking smile she couldn't quite help.

Yeah, that worked for her. A chance to show mama how wrong she was? That sounded about right. And better yet, Alicia couldn't think of a bigger proving ground or stage than getting to go toe to toe with a hoss of a woman from the old days. A lot of people still thought of Angela as a bar for wrestlers to meet. There really was no downside for someone who felt the degree of confidence in herself that Alicia did. Yeah, nerves would hit her ahead of time, but right now, she felt all Siren at this opportunity.

She could pick up on Dizzy's concern, but she flicked her eyes to the smaller Belti long enough to pass her best you bet your ass, a match look before giving mama the smirk again. Was she willing? She leaned in a little, the same way Angela had. "Try 'dyin' for the chance'," Alicia responded.

Fuck it, she had to. "...ma'am."