Dizzy Belti vs. Hollywood Siren: Double Debut!

[HotWheels]

Siren felt many of the same excitement as her ensnared opponent in the situation. Knowing that she drove the daughter wild while the mother remained clueless and unable to do anything to stop her made her feel like the woman she had entered wrestling to become. The few in the crowd in on their antics, and the rest who seemed to love all that happened regardless, seemed to add an electricity that only drove her fever pitch higher. If Siren could dream a way for every match to go, they would go a lot like this one. She just had to finish the job.

That moan got more of a rise out of her. Hearing the way her power affected Desdemona made her rub at her chest again under the guise of another attempt to adjust her top, but in reality, she was only enjoying herself. Made her want to test the noises she could elicit from Dizzy a few more times, but honestly, she felt more charitable than usual. If Dizzy kept up the proper pace with her kisses, Siren might let her off the hook from the pressure and try to put her down a more pleasant way. A couple of options coursed through her mind.

The names helped. Siren might not have known much of the other romance language, but it certainly sounded romantic in between all those kisses and licks that made her thick thighs tingle with dampness. She also couldn't mistake much about bella donna, amazon, or governa. "Lo has hecho bien, belleza," she answered, joining in their little mystery conversation with her mother's native language and sexuality dripping through her tone. "Volvamos a los besos ahora. Tu madre nunca puede saberlo."

Dizzy perhaps unknowingly obeyed her orders...but how could Siren concentrate with that crazy woman on the sidelines so loud? She again fixed her with a gaze and shifted Dizzy's trapped leg back and forth a few times. The temptation to finally say something to the Italian mama struck her, but she wanted to save that for the right moment, when Siren knew she would leave the most rattling impression. Dizzy "appeared" to fight, though Siren could tell she had no plans to go anywhere. Mmm...maybe she should let mama see a little more for a moment.

Shifting her position but trying to keep hold of Dizzy's head, Siren rolled over so that she would lay atop Dizzy's legs and straighten her own in more a traditional reverse so that Dizzy's face became illuminated again by the arena lights. "Think mamá wants to know you're still alive," she teased, as she attempted the roll.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy had a lot of patience when it came to the sexual, more than accustomed to holding back if it meant that she could get a tease in, but this was growing hard to bear, even by her standards. Her body was reaching that crucial point where she went from wanting Alicia all over her body to needing it, to the crazy moment where everything about her was ready to go. Hentai match or not, she would’ve gone at it with the Hollywood Siren right in the middle of the ring, and she doubted anyone would’ve protested - not the referee, not the crowd, and damn sure not Alicia. It would’ve been magic.

”Dizzy! Dizzy!”

But, yeah, that. Granted, she wouldn’t even be in this position in the first place if her mother hadn't gotten her to Japan and into LAW, but still. If she could’ve just not existed for five minutes, five golden minutes…

Irritating as it was, at least Alicia was giving her a lot to chew on, literally and figuratively. She was having a feast of flesh, working away with her talented tongue, giving the Siren a taste of what she could do with more access to that awe-inspiring body of hers. And then there was that voice, those words, that tone, that look in her eyes - Dizzy hadn't a clue what she was saying, but she liked every word of it, and she hoped it would stick around in her brain for a while. At least until she went to bed tonight.

The audience was starting to grow a little restless, wanting the match to move on, but Dizzy didn’t much care - she would’ve been content to run out the clock between these thighs. Alicia seemed to have other ideas, though. Ideas that involved rolling them over and getting on top, transitioning into the more deadly reverse scissors.

The good news was that it gave Dizzy the perfect view of her ass. Couldn't have asked for better.

The bad news was that it exposed her face to the light, where her mother could see it clearly, so no more secret conversations in Romantic languages, and the stealthy groping was out. She had to up her acting now and put on a more vigorous struggle. She did manage to rub her chest and stomach against Alicia’s body as she thrashed, and the sensation of sliding, sweat-slicked skin was something to savor, but her options were limited.

Also, this move was damn powerful. Even without full power, Dizzy could tell that she wasn’t in the best of spot if sustained consciousness was her goal.

”Bah, killjoy.” With the position shifted, Dizzy reached out, making a more earnest attempt to reach the ropes and giving her a genuine struggle.

[HotWheels]

Siren completed her turn onto the stomach, and she looked a poised killer with the reverse headscissor locked in, her long, powerful form showing its best while she rested on her elbows. Pouring on her full power as she pushed up onto her toes might have put Dizzy out right then and there, or at least forced her to tap, but Siren had more to gain from this match with daughter, mother, and crowd alike. When she heard the muttered killjoy, she again had to stifle an outright grin to keep in character. She only looked over her shoulder past her flowing hair with a quick, sassy raise of her eyebrows at what little of Dizzy's trapped head she could see as the little Italian fought her, reminding her that right now, she could kill whatever joy she wanted by giving her another three-second squeeze.

But she, like Dizzy, could feel the crowd's enthusiasm dying. She didn't want that. While they might have loved the moment between the two of them, a grand total of one line of fans on one side of the ring could have seen any of that exchange, and their excitement had not spread. Siren wanted that crowd adoring her almost more than she wanted a belt around her waist, so she needed to make this more interesting. Dizzy would probably get bored back there too, with no excuse to lick her thighs. For shame.

To that end, Siren suddenly released the girl's head and tried to sit up...right on Dizzy's face. But only for a tantalizing moment. That sit turned into her stretching out her body, her legs over the top of Dizzy's head and her abs on top of her face, and she tried to bury each arm underneath Dizzy's back while the little Italian remained sprawled on the mat. If she could get both arms beneath her, Siren would go for the deadlift, trying to get to her feet with Dizzy held against her in the piledriver position.

She might just march her around if she got her there. Crowd might like that. Mama wouldn't. Dizzy was fifty-fifty.

[BlackAkuma]

Rolling around on the canvas with the sexiest woman she could remember was a living dream for Dizzy. So much flesh, a smorgasbord, surrounding her, covering her, enveloping her like a blanket. She could feel the powerful pulse of Alicia’s heart against her legs, this steady drumbeat that rippled through her like the pounding of a dance floor. The taste of salty skin was thick on her tongue, and she almost wanted to avoid eating for as long as she could to make sure it stayed there. There was the pain of the scissor, yeah, but a couple days of neck pain was almost a worthy sacrifice to get close to a body like this.

But something was missing, and she didn’t quite know what…until Alicia released the hold and sat on her face.

It was only for a second, two at most, but dios, what a moment. Alicia’s cheeks poured over her features, and all she wanted was to just go out in them, to lay there and let her sit and just…

”Gaaaaah, come on.” She voiced her disappointment at the fleeting facesit with a long moan. It was nice having those abs against her face, but it was a poor substitute for what came before, nowhere near where she wanted to be. Plus, it meant that she could hear her mother again, which she wasn’t crazy about.

”Hey! This isn’t a hentai match, you little…” Angela struggled for a moment, trying to find the most appropriate, PG word in her vocabulary. ”...tart!” Did people even use that word anymore? ”Take that nonsense back to the strip club!”

Dizzy was fast approaching the point where even she was about to say something to her mother, if only to stop the embarrassment, when her priorities took a drastic change. Her eyes shot to saucer-lengthy as she was lifted up with ease, which wouldn’t have been that distressing by itself, if not for the telltale position she was.

She liked Alicia. She liked Alicia holding her. She liked Alicia squeezing her. She even liked Alicia flinging her around. There were a lot of wrestling moves she would’ve liked to take from Alicia, just because it would mean feeling their bodies pressed together.

A piledriver was not one of those moves. In fact, it was in the top ten list of moves her mother told her to avoid at all costs, and her panicked words from ringside just drove that home. ”Dizzy, get out of there!”

Yeah, for once she and her mother were on the same page. There was a chance that the Siren was just doing this to show off, and that she wasn’t going to piledrive her, but that was a risk not worth taking.

”Don’t hate me for this, bella.” Dizzy reached out, gripped Alicia’s thighs, and used the leverage to pull her waist away from her opponent’s chest, while still being caught in her grip. She didn’t need much room, just enough to swing her leg forward and clock the Hollywood Siren with a knee to her million-dollar face.

[HotWheels]

Dizzy wanted her ass; Siren knew it. Already, the plans had woven through her sensually creative brain that she might give the Italian a longer one of those later, but knowing that her little tease drove Desdemona wild given the Italian's comment. "Later," she quickly promised (or threatened?) when she held Dizzy beneath her abs instead, but she quickly transitioned into the deadlift, managing to easily reach her feet with the lighter woman in her grip. The crowd's mood seemed to rise at the possibility of a coming power-move. Dizzy's mom seemed to raise...a fist about the facesit. Siren may have given one subtle wiggle of her ass in the woman's direction as she turned her back to her.

Siren took two steps toward the ropes, showing off Dizzy's captured form to the nearest part of the crowd. She did plan to drive Dizzy into the mat, but not too hard. Time in the performance center performing safer matches made her pretty good at ensuring a move could look good but not feel like death to her opponent. Mama Belti and Dizzy both must have felt otherwise, though, and Siren could feel Dizzy shove her hips back far enough that she almost slipped out of Siren's grip.

Part of her already expected the leg coming down. With how Dizzy had already used knees, feet, all of it to her benefit, Siren had kept the possibility of the swinging legs on her mind when she lifted the little Italian into this position. When Dizzy reared away from her, Siren turned and lowered her head, even raised an arm while trying to hold onto Dizzy with one hand buried against the back of the smaller woman's bottoms, to block the driving knee. She still took it to her ear, a stinging blow that made her head reel to the side and left her dropping Dizzy, but at least it didn't knock her in the face this time.

She fell back onto her heels with her hand over the ear and checked it for blood. Damn those bonier knees.

[BlackAkuma]

That little promise of ‘later’ hadn't gone unnoticed by Dizzy. She was going to hold Alicia to it, not something she was apt to forget anytime soon, and she was definitely looking forward to it before this day was over. She wasn’t confident about winning this match, but there were still ways she could come off feeling like she had.

She only hoped that constantly smacking Alicia in the face didn’t void the offer, because that seemed to be the running theme with her offense in this match.

Dizzy wouldn’t call herself a striker, but she couldn't help but wonder if she shouldn’t start looking into a little extra training in that area, because that was what seemed to pay off the most with the Siren. She was actually glad that her blind knee strike was a glancing blow and not a direct hit - it managed to stun the woman without serious damage. A bloody nose would’ve put a serious downer on all of this. Plus, it managed to get her free, which was all she wanted in the first place. She plopped down to her back, rolled over to her chest, and looked up to see Alicia staggering back. A rare, vulnerable moment.

What to do with it? Her movelist was limited, only so many options, and even fewer of them were a good choice for a woman like Alicia. But she was unsteady, wobbling. Maybe…

She pushed to her feet, just high enough to scramble forward and leap to Alicia’s side, dropping down behind her. Her arm went in between the Siren’s legs, grabbing a thigh the way down, as she attempted to pull her opponent over her, trying to plant her shoulders and stack her shoulders for a schoolboy pin.

Or schoolgirl, if you wanted to be picky about it. Either way, it was one of the few pins she had mastered at this point, so she was reasonably sure she could pull it off. Plus, it would give her an opportunity to slip her hand into Siren’s jeans and help herself to a quick grope. Multiple benefits.

[HotWheels]

Siren noticed, too, that her getting knocked in the head or face happened to be a theme. This time at least she had averted disaster in the same form as the superkick, but that did not make her ear hurt or ring any less. In fact, the kick had at least dazed her enough for her to drunkenly stagger through a lot of the initial pain. She preferred that almost more than the feeling that her ear had peeled off the side of her head. Groaning as she held it and checked for blood one last time, Siren momentarily lost both the sight of Dizzy and the building noise of the crowd that might tell her the Italian had already taken to action again.

Sufficiently convinced that her ear hadn't torn, which was probably one of her nightmares, Siren looked to the mat where Dizzy had been, but she saw no cute little Italian there. She came to understand where she had gone when she felt an arm wrap around her thigh from underneath her, and with no solid base, Siren just braced and winced as she was dragged backward. The lights flew through her vision, and quickly after, her shoulders crashed against the mat. She was left blankly looking at her own feet, plus Dizzy, over the top of her, a sight accompanied by a warm hand rubbing past a part of her that had grown hot several minutes before.

Siren's eyes narrowed. Mama must have taught her that one too. It was a quality schoolgirl pin, most all the steps right. For most wrestlers, they might fall prey to it, especially with that groping from Desdemona.

Fortunately, Siren was a big girl, and the woman weighing down on her she could probably lift with one arm. The ref slammed a hand down for one, then two, and between them, Siren spoke. "Don't think you got me," she teased, partially echoing Dizzy's earlier words. With that said and the two dropped, Siren curled her core a touch more than it was already curled and threw her hips and legs downward, hoping to send Dizzy with them.

[BlackAkuma]

Was this actually going to work?

It seems crazy to think, like a deer taking down a wolf, but Dizzy was ticking all the boxes. Her form was good, she made sure to keep her feet in the proper place, had all of her weight coming down on the legs. The grope wasn’t exactly helping anything, but it wasn’t making it worse, either. Heck, maybe the distraction would help. For a nice bonus, she could look down and see the surprise on Alicia’s face, and it was oh-so sweet a sight to take in.

It was a perfectly acceptable schoolgirl pin, to her eyes, and things were working out well at first. Even got to a two-count, which was one more than Dizzy expected to achieve when she first laid eyes on her opponents. There was only one problem: Alicia was bigger than her.

Much bigger.

As such, she had little issue thrusting up and breaking the pin, freeing herself with a burst of power that sent Dizzy rolling away. She might’ve gone rolling out of the ring if not for the ropes smacking against her leg before she could tumble out to the apron.

From ringside, Angela watched the spectacle, pleased to see that she took her pinning lessons to heart, but worried that her daughter’s arsenal was growing thin. As much as she hated to admit it, Siren was the better wrestler, and it wasn’t just her size. For all her theatrics and lewd mannerisms, she could see some true skill shining through, which made all the other nonsense more glaring.

Dizzy would have to be quick if she wanted to win, here. She had a small opening here as the Hollywood Siren was rising from the pin, what would she go for? Maybe something simple like an arm drag, or another kick, or a chop, something that could keep the pressure on, and-

Angela froze as she saw Dizzy run towards her opponent as she was getting back up, trying to cut her off before she could rise all the way, and the reason clicked right away: She was trying to get her before she was too high up, because if she didn’t, she would be too high for Dizzy to hit the move. She leaped up with her legs wide and tried to wrap them around the SIren’s head from the front, for the first step of a wrestling classic.

A hurricanrana. Dizzy was trying to bring Alicia down with a hurricanrana.

She almost wanted to applaud her daughter for the boldness. Not so much her sense of proportion and timing, though. There was always the chance that she might be able to hurl the heavier women, stranger things had happened, but given her experience with the move and her body and her lack of lower body strength…

This could turn out poorly. Angela braced for the worst.

[HotWheels]

Siren rolled onto her ass when she powered out and sent Dizzy flying. After one more check of her ear, she went to straighten, to set this match quickly back onto its proper pace with her in control. She liked watching Dizzy work, honestly. Time in the performance center had brought her to appreciate the newer wrestlers that she had helped train due to her strength and control. For what Dizzy lacked in weight and overall development, she made up for with quick-thinking, creativity, and a mouth that might get her a fandom with the crowd herself. But, despite that admiration, Siren could not just let her keep swinging those legs into her head. That grew old.

This time, she did have a view of Dizzy, and in plenty of time to watch her do something that...again, Siren had to admire, but in the same way a person admired watching a tiger cub go after its mama. Siren watched in near disbelief as Dizzy leaped at her legs (or maybe crotch) first to pull a move all the smaller wrestlers loved. Unfortunately for Dizzy, for that same reason, Siren had seen the move two dozen times, and she weighed even less than a lot of those smaller wrestlers. Siren just leaned back, raising her arms.

Dizzy's legs did snag around her head, but Siren brought her arms up and wrapped them around both of Dizzy's thighs. With the smaller Italian's momentum still carrying her, Siren swung Dizzy and her own shoulders, sending her opponent whipping off to the side somewhat gracefully, in a way that wouldn't snatch the Italian's neck. It looked smooth enough to make Cirque du Soleil performers proud. But Siren, straining and grunting with the effort required, also whipped her right back and shifted her grip so that her arms rested underneath Dizzy's rear, leaving the little firecracker in the powerbomb position.

From her knees, she executed that powerbomb.

[BlackAkuma]

The crowd knew this was a bad idea, her mother knew this was a bad idea, and even Dizzy knew this was a bad idea - in her case, though, it clicked way, way too late.

It was hard to explain exactly why she went for that particular move. Reflex? Maybe. It was pretty much the wildest, craziest move she knew how to pull off, and while she’d never successfully done it on her mother or anyone close to Alicia’s size, she was confident enough in the execution, and it just felt…right. The crowd was getting back behind her, cheering her on, she’d managed to get her opponent in a good position, giving her this heavy surge of confidence.

It seemed like a good idea, right up until the moment that it didn’t, which came somewhere around the time that she left the ground for it and saw that the Hollywood Siren wasn’t the least bit fazed.

Yeah. Yeah, this was going to suck. But Dizzy didn’t know how much it was going to suck.

She learned in a hurry, as she caught the Hollywood Siren by the neck - good job - jerked away and whipped her body to the side - also, good - only for her momentum to come to a dead stop, leaving her with arms flailing and a panicked grimace. It was like watching a car crash happening from the sidewalk, seeing all the parts in motion, knowing what was going to happen, but being completely unable to stop it.

”Nononono-” Her protests went unheaded as Alicia brought her back up into the powerbomb position, holding her up high, showing off the strength that had made her such an unstoppable force in this match. Knowing what was coming, all Dizzy could do was sigh and run a gentle finger under the ear she’d been licking a moment ago.

”Ah, damn it.”

Down she came, hitting the mat with a heavy splat. It wasn’t as bad as taking the move at full height would’ve been, but it was still more than enough force to lay Dizzy out and leave her with arms splayed and eyes widened, staring up at the lights while her mother yelped on the sidelines. She wasn’t out or anything, even she wasn’t that fragile, but she wouldn’t be doing much in the way of moving for a little bit.