The Bolt and The Body: Aiden Bolt vs Dolores Reyes.

[BlackAkuma]

She watched from behind the curtain as Aiden entered, bursting with energy as the crowd welcomed him. She could see why they were so enthralled, too - the young man had an energy about him. Bright. Wild. Vivacious. He was the kind of untamed youth that a crowd could get behind, so full of promise and talent with no real idea on what to do with any of it. Someone they could live vicariously through.

Or maybe they just thought he was cute. And he was cute. A short, muscular frame, an offbeat attire that drew attention to his loins, and that hair…

The hair was a bit much, if she were being honest. It looked like he used his head as a mop.

However, she found Aiden rather pleasing overall, which was all she could’ve asked for in her debut. She needed to be memorable and make some art, and he’d be the perfect canvas. She smiled from the shadows of the gorilla position as his music died down and the director gave her cue. ”Let’s begin.”

Going from the Foo Fighters to Sarah Vaughan was about as stark a contrast as you could imagine, but that was precisely what the LAW crowd received, making the transition from alternate rock to breezy lounge jazz. The 1955 classic

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began, the lights came down and a single spotlight lit up the entrance ramp, illuminating the path as Lola slipped through the curtain.

The Body, In Full

”Whatever Lola wants
Lola gets
And little man, little Lola wants you…”

Lola made her way down to the ring with a slow stride, taking her time, her bare feet gently padding across the metal. The crowd didn’t seem to know what to make of her right away—some of them fawned her figure, others booed her swaggers. There were more murmurs than anything as they tried to figure out what her gimmick was, if she even had one, to begin with. She was an unknown quantity, an enigma, and she preferred it that way. It was best that they start her career with a clean slate, letting her build her reputation from the ground up and giving her more leeway in whatever path she chooses.

Make up your mind to have no regrets
Recline yourself, resign yourself
You’re through

That path went through the man she spied in the ring. She kept her eyes forward, locked on him and solely him, as she made her way up the steps and slipped through the ropes, slipping her thick thighs through the middle and top rope to give both him and the crowd an enticing treat. She strutted towards the center of the ring as the lights came back up with her hands on her hips, and took a moment to look him over through half-lidded, inspecting him from head to toe, all while she kept the calmest, gentlest smile on her face, like she was watching a squirrel wandering into her yard or a curious bird on the windowsill. Like he was just a minor amusement to pass the time, the furthest thing from her opponent in a wrestling match.

”Hm.”

When the moment passed, she walked, spun about on her heel, and made her way over to her side of the ring while her music faded. There, she promptly leaned back against the turnbuckle and raised her arms in a high stretch. From her demeanor, you would never have guessed this was her first match in LAW.

[BlackAkuma]

So. Lola’s first match in LAW. Her first opponent Aiden Bolt. Thoughts?

She stood across the ring, sizing him up, noting how he moved, what he focused on, and what he didn’t. While Lola was a stranger to the ring, she wasn’t a stranger to people. Learning how to read them had been a crucial skill, and she employed it now, scanning him from head to toe. Short, far shorter than her, and she was no giant. She had the weight on him, indeed, though she wouldn’t go so far as to call him ‘skinny’. He was in good shape and strong for his size. Probably stronger than her, at least above the waist. That could amount to real problems, especially if he had the experience to back it up.

On paper, she shouldn’t have stood a chance, as inexperienced as she was. But there was more to winning than just that, and as the man lost a fight with his own clothing, she saw a path to victory. She just had to take it.

She made her way to the middle of the ring as the fight began, only stopping when he held out his hand. For a moment - an instant - she gave it a quizzical stare, as if he’d come at with a gesture from another planet, but she wiped it away soon enough and brought out a warm smile. It was tempting, so tempting, to take the hand and give him a cheap shot, but that might give away the game too quickly. She liked having surprise on her side, for as long as possible.

Lola took his hand and shook back, taking care to run her thumb along the back of his hand as she did, giving him a soft touch, the smallest taste of what she could offer. When spoke, her voice came out like poisoned honey. ”Best of luck, little man.”

Lola moved away and began to circle the ring with her arms raised, slipping into a standard stance, nothing fancy. She played things cautious for now, wanting to see how he approached things before committing.

[BlackAkuma]

Lola was already starting to hate Aiden’s corny sidetalk.

She had only just met the boy, but she could already say she found an air to him grating. He reminded her too much of the vatos who would come to her club, young fools fresh off the streets looking to score big in the nightlife, full of pride and ego with none of the experience to earn it, who thought they were always so clever and devilish. She had put more than a few of them in their place, luring them to a back room with sly winks and curling fingers, only to get her legs around them and bring out the screams.

She was of a mind to put Aiden in a similar situation, and she would, given half the chance. But there were certain complications.

Lola moved in low, only to find herself caught when he wrapped his arms around her head. She struggled out of it, only to flip over and drop flat on her back in a less-than-flattering position. Caught off guard, she thrashed beneath and pushed at his face, trying hard to get free before he could turn this into something more potent.

[BlackAkuma]

It was a good thing that Aiden was having some fun with this. He was just about the only one, at the moment.

”If you don’t get the fuck off me-”

The world would never know what dark ideas Lola would use to finish that sentence, as she was too taken aback by what happened next to finish. The man began to spin all over, flopping this way and that, using her as a prop as he showed off for the audience. It wasn’t a concept she was unfamiliar with, but being on the receiving end? No. Never. No one who even knew a little bit about her would ever dare.

Enraged, she shrieked, jerked to the side, and shoved him off hard, knowing that she needed to make some distance. Lola scrambled towards the ropes on her hands and knees, then used them for leverage as she pulled her way back up. Already a disoriented mess, and this match had only begun.

[BlackAkuma]

This was bullshit. This was not what Lola had been sold.

When she first signed up for LAW and allowed herself to participate in mixed matches, she had told that, by and large, the male roster was a bunch of pushovers. Idiotic, horny little boys who just joined the company so they could roll around with hot women. Easy prey, no challenge, unless you counted dealing with their grubby hands.

That was not what she had been getting with Aiden so far. Even from that brief encounter, she could tell he had real skills to work with, definitely more than she had on offer. It was tempting to cut out already, call this a loss, start over and hope she get someone a little more suited to her tastes.

But she found her resolve after a moment after she heard a few laughs from the peanut gallery. She could bare through this. For the moment. For now.

Lola stood back up, dusted herself and glared Aiden’s way, seething with contempt. She pushed it back under the surface, then lowered back into a grappling stance and moved his way again, looking to lock up, warier than she had been a moment ago. No tricks, this time…

[BlackAkuma]

Lola was starting to hate this man.

She hated this crowd, with their silly little chants. She hated the referee, who was always moving around her and getting way too close. She hated the way the canvas felt on her bare feet, the way she was working up a sweat from exerting herself, and the way lights were blazing down on her skin.

But most of all, more than anything, she hated this idiota and his silly little carrot top. Bouncing around the ring, moving around, her patience finally gave out, and she lunged for him, just trying to grab the bastard. Big mistake - she wound up running straight into a kick on her leg, bringing her down to her knees with a shriek.

She hissed, gritting her teeth at the pain, as Aiden began dashing around the ring. Back and forth and back and forth and back and forth, turning into a blur, until-

Well, she wasn’t exactly what happened, but it involved something hitting the back of her head at high speed, knocking her forward, dead weight down. She flopped flat on her chest and stayed there, laid out, looking not unlike she’d just been through a hit-and-run. Felt like it, too.

[BlackAkuma]

Lola hated this. She hated all of this on a molecular level. She hated how the crowd was cheering Aiden on while she - the hot, spicy Latina they should have been rooting for - got flattened. She hated that this guy didn’t give her any space to try and work him over, and instead just went for the jugular, like this was supposed to be an actual fight. She hated the smell of the canvas, the feel of it against her face, and the sweat rapidly accumulating on her body.

But, more than anything, she hated Aiden, and she hated him even more when he flopped on her body like it was a fucking beanbag and pinned her to the floor, starting up the count.

”1…!”

She gritted her teeth, hissing at the pain, hating the feel of his body against hers. This cheeky little fucker thought it was that easy, huh? No, she wasn’t the best wrestler. She wasn’t trained like he was. She didn’t watch matches when she was a kid, she didn’t hang out on message boards and follow her favorite wrestlers on Instagram, she didn’t know all the stupid made-up names for all the stupid made-up moves.

”2…!

But she did have one thing going for her: Rage. That, and extremely thick thighs.

The referee’s hand was just coming down for the final count when she lifted fher shoulder, brought her leg up, grabbed him by the hair, and pulled him in between her thighs. Lola let out a feral shriek as she sprung the trap, clamping down on his midsection with her deadliest weapons and trapping him with a crushing bodyscissor, locking it in with her ankles so hard that you could hear the slapping flesh.

100%, right from the start, he was getting all of it. ”Fucking suffer, you little shit!”

[BlackAkuma]

Of all the many men Dolores had crushed between her legs - and, god, there were so many - she had to say, Aiden might just have been the most satisfying for her. Ever.

Unlike some of the slobs she’d crushed, he had a small, fit body, which meant that she could get her legs all the way around him and exert true, relentless pressure, really crush his form between her thighs and exert her full power. That was a rarer thing than many would’ve realized. She could put headscissors on just about anyone, but she craved the ideal fit when it came to crushing the midsection.

It was almost too good as she nearly lost herself in the ecstasy, flexing her thighs, powering into him with pulses of power, chewing away on his tender muscles. She lost herself in the moment, and only came back when she noticed he was moving of his own accord, heading towards the ropes.

It took her a moment to realize what he was trying to do, but it kicked in soon enough. She snarled, planted her palms on the mat, and shuffled her way back towards the center of the ring, dragging him away and giving him a few punishing squeezes into the ribs, both to punish him and force more air out of his lungs.

No escaping. This was over when she decided it was.

[BlackAkuma]

No ropes. No cute little counters. No turning this into some comeback and rallying the fans.

No, Lola was crushing this little bug, here and now. Her legs hardened, turning into steel pylons, as she exerted an unwavering pressure into his midsection. He was the best sort of body to squeeze: Small and skinny. With fatter, thicker prey she could only feel their skin, could never cut all that deep. Aiden was so thin that there was nothing to keep her thighs away from his bone, and she could feel the organs shifting about as she encroached. She swore, her thighs could almost touch each other…almost…

She was driven out of her revelry by the sound of the bell, and it took her a moment to register why - he’d been flailing about, but he’d also been tapping out. The match was hers, she’d won. As irritating as all this was, it had at least resulted in her first win with LAW. She should’ve been satisfied with that.

And yet, somehow, she wasn’t.

Lola relaxed her legs for a moment, just long enough to let Aiden’s innards slide back into place all at once, then locked her legs again and powered down with renewed force, every bit as unrelenting as before. She bit her lip and savored the sensation of his body giving way between her thighs and let out an ecstatic, even as the referee came over and frantically pushed at her shoulder, trying to get her attention.

What Lola wanted, Lola got, and Lola wanted Aiden to sleep.