Dizzy Belti vs. Hollywood Siren: Double Debut!

[HotWheels]

All the muscles that swelled while Siren swung Dizzy's hundred-plus pounds around while propped on a knee could testify to the effort that she had to make in performing such a maneuver, and the crowd ate up the display of power with a cheer. Worth it. This was the show Siren wanted to give to these crowds. That thought gave her enough strength to finish with the powerbomb, though when she dropped Dizzy onto her back, she herself fell over forward. Only her outstretched palms kept her from landing on top of Dizzy to add to the pain she was surely feeling, and all the Hollywood hottie's muscles relaxed again.

Once the Californian stood straight, she flicked her hair and swung her hip at the crowd in acknowledgement of their praise, then returned to business. With the powerbomb, Dizzy lay flat, but Siren could still see awareness in her eyes. The bigger woman loomed over her for a moment while she let her muscles rest, but after that moment, she reached down to pull Dizzy up by her top. She did, however, pull her head up at the same time, giving her a chance to say something into her ear. "You hit my limit for shots aimed at this perfect face," she told her, wryly. "You take this one and don't get up, I might give you that treat I promised."

"This one" turned out to be her trying to turn Dizzy's back to her again, wrap her arms around the little Italian until they met beneath her opponent's breasts, and lift her up again to pull her a foot or two away from the ropes. The crowd lifted again with the prospect of another power move, and Siren wanted to toss Dizzy back over her head with another Sunset Suplex...but maybe without the same intensity as the first one. Better a landing on her mid-back and shoulders than her head and neck. Yeah, Dizzy had won her over on a few points, anyway.

[BlackAkuma]

Oooo. Oh, that one hurt her spine. Big time. Maybe she was good enough to sit up, though?

…nope, no, the spine was closed for business for a few minutes. Sheesh.

Dizzy figured she should’ve been thankful. She’d seen enough of her mother’s matches to know what a well-done power bomb looked like. Not that there was anything wrong with her form, as far as she could tell, but she’d been feeling this woman up enough to get a taste of all the power she was packing. If Alicia wasn’t stronger than her mother, than she was damn close, which meant that the beauty could’ve powerbombed her through the ring if she’d wanted to.

But she was giving her the kid gloves, and Dizzy was eternally grateful. Not just because it gave her more opportunities to have fun with her new playmate, not just because it gave her more opportunities to feel that heavenly body of hers, but because the longer she held on and the better she looked, the less she’d have to hear from her mother when this was all through.

Dizzy would’ve been content to lay there for a little while, but Alicia was back to business after playing up the crowd a bit. She hoisted Diy up with ease, and the tiny Italian prepared to be ragdolled again, but that wasn’t happening - not before a quite aside, anyway.

Her eyes shot wide at the offer, and the hint of a fiendish grin came across her lips. ”Do it.”

She dared Alicia to launch her, and the challenge was met as Alicia sent her skyward with crazy-high suplex. This one wasn’t as bad as the last one, though, more of a friendly toss than anything, something she could’ve recovered from fast enough…but she had no plans to. In fact, Dizzy had the opposite in mind.

She landed on her back - thank you - and went into a spasm on the impact, throwing her legs back to gain some extra momentum. She flopped once, then again, and came to a rest near the corner, laying flat on her chest and selling it like she’d been launched from a cannon, the way she would’ve reacted if Alicia gave her the full power. She was no actress, though, and she worried that it might not come off right, but then…

”Dizzy!” Her mother put a knee on the apron, and might’ve jumped in if not for the referee standing in her way. ”Dizzy, are you okay?”

If she was good enough to fool a woman who’d been wrestling for two decades, she must’ve done something right. ”I’m…I’m fine, Mom…” She flopped up once, just enough to show life and calm her mother down, before she went to a rest once more, easy prey for the Hollywood Siren.

Easy, willing, lustful prey.

[HotWheels]

Siren had thrown enough of her training and sparring partners to know when they would land in a way that would render them unable to rise or in a way that would leave them little more than skidding and disoriented. Dizzy didn't weigh too much, so Siren had an easy time ensuring the latter instead of the former. When she fell onto her back with the force of the throw, she could hear Dizzy's back scuff the canvas and knew she had done her job. Little canvas-burn and jostled muscles and bones, but she would be awake and functioning enough for Siren to get the rise out of her she wanted. She might want to finish this soon, show the crowd she could handle her business, but she could make that experience fun.

After she stood straight, again flaunting what she had with her swing and strut, she found Dizzy lying all the way in the corner, having apparently added some drama to her landing. The Italian might have some acting chops, too, with the way her mother acted. Thankfully, the ref got mama back in her rightful place, watching this display, and Siren glanced at Angela with a cool indifference before grabbing at one of Dizzy's arms and dragging her unceremoniously back toward the middle of the ring.

Putting her back to Angela, she leaned down under the guise of a sensual taunt, letting her hand trail along her frame. "Good girl. I promised a treat. But this first." Adding to the taunting display to keep the crowd alive, Siren stood straight again and briefly put her ribbon-wrapped foot against the side of Dizzy's face, lightly pushing on the cheek, before dropping on the smaller Italian's chest and reaching back for both of her legs. Once she had them, she slid forward for a tight, face-straddling pin, but with the weight eased off of one of Dizzy's shoulders so she could lift it.

A little tease of what was to come.

[BlackAkuma]

Angela made a mental note to talk to whomever was in charge of the booking when this was done, more than ready to give them a thorough chewing out. When she’d come over to LAW, she’d received assurances that Dizzy wouldn’t be put into something like this - used as some lewd woman’s chew toy for the audience’s pleasure. The Young Lioness program was supposed to ease new talent into the business, not throw them in the deep end and drown them. Her daughter’s debut, her big coming out, and she was getting ragdolled by some musclebound, tanned up…hussie. That was the word that kept popping into her head, and it showed up again when Alicia shot her that blase look.

She eased off the apron as Alicia went back to work, dragging Dizzy back to the center of the ring with ease. The hidden hedonist was still half-playing possum, barely wriggling about as she was hauled off, but she couldn't resist some breaks through the facade. She chewed her lips in anticipation, and the longing in her eyes was clear every time she opened them and saw the Hollywood Siren towering above her. Her heart beat faster and her muscles tensed in anticipation, ready for whatever was coming her way next.

Dizzy wouldn’t have to wait too much longer, either. She groaned as a foot pressed against her face, then bounced up as Alicia came to sit down on her chest. Her eyes opened in full and the wriggling was real this time - it was a lot of weight to have on her tiny frame, and it made breathing harder than usual. But it was a fair trade off for the sensation of having one of the finest bodies she’d seen mounting her, feeling that flesh press into, and having that wonderful face dominating her vision. She breathed deep and pressed her face forward, burying her face between the Siren's thigh and filling her lungs with the scent.

Alicia could’ve sat there all day.

The legs came up next, turning it into a proper pin, and the referee was quick to move in and start slapping the mat.

“One!”

Dizzy felt the lightness on her shoulder and knew what it meant straight away. Alicia had the weight and power to pin her like this and take the win, easy - hell, she probably could’ve done that right from the start of the match, when they were both fresh. But they were playing this up a bit, so why not milk the most out of it.

“Two!”

She waited until the referee’s hand was coming down, right before the final slap, and threw her shoulder up to break the count at the last possible picosecond. She could hear her mother’s sigh of relief all the way in the center of the ring.

Kind of a shame, because it wasn’t about to get any better for her mama’s peace of mind. In fact, Dizzy would bet it was about to get much worse.

[HotWheels]

Dizzy got started early with enjoying herself. Siren didn't miss that nuzzling, that soaking in her looming presence while she sat on the smaller Italian's chest like she couldn't get enough. She had it bad, worse than anyone could remember in a while. Gave her more points in Siren's book that she knew what she liked and didn't have any shame about it...with anyone but the mama bear, anyway. That Siren fell in line with what she most loved only worked the bigger woman's ego, and if she could have felt more a goddess as this match went on between Dizzy and the appreciative crowd, she didn't know how.

The count began, and Siren only waited patiently for Dizzy to get her shoulder up when the time was right. The half-Latin beauty had this little trade-off all planned out already. A little acting was in order, but while the ref's slaps rattled the canvas, she only smirked down...and sent a cheeky little air kiss, sound and all, Dizzy's way when her hair had properly fallen down to cover her face. But when Dizzy raised her shoulder off the mat and ended the count, she gave her best, dramatic grumble and threw her head back like a woman furious with her failure. The bigger beauty leaned back, acting like she was going to get off of Desdemona with no secret promise fulfilled this time.

Except she drove forward again, hips first, while she grabbed at one of Dizzy's legs again to tuck it back under her arm. With the other hand, she lightly grabbed at Dizzy's headgear, doubting the little Italian would fight her anyway. In one swift motion, she pulled Dizzy's face forward and stuffed it beneath her crotch nice and tight, so that she could only see Dizzy's eyes. No full weight, because that might crush something, but enough to get the lustful little lady in there. When she did, she had to resist the urge to sigh in pleasure even with her denim shorts blocking much of the more...intimate contact. There she left Dizzy as the ref started to count again.

Maybe if Dizzy couldn't hear the count, Siren might raise the girl's shoulder herself. Who knew at this point? Siren was getting lost in the fun.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy was a kid on Christmas morning again, about to get everything she could want. The last ten or so minutes had been the most fun she’d had all year, without question, and she loved rolling around with Alicia, but it could’ve been better. There was just one, crucial thing left to do, and they both knew it. Alicia had been teasing her with it the whole match, whether she meant to or not, and the anticipation was driving her off the walls. Even now, when she knew it was coming in seconds, her heart beat at a staccato pace with anticipation.

When Alicia sent that air kiss her way, she licked her lips and sent another one back, wishing they could find a way to sneak in the real thing. But what had to be coming next was a close second. She’d been a good girl all match. Good enough. Time for her reward.

For a second, it looked like she might not get it, as her kickout made the Hollywood Siren back off, and she even started to whine when it looked like the woman would pull away - but then she came back, settled down, covered Dizzy’s face with her everything.

Dizzy had been with big women, muscular women, strong women, women with great figures and full bottoms, but never someone who ticked all the boxes and scored such high marks in every area. The feel of that flesh on her face was heavy, taking away all her air, and she let out long, lustful moan in response, a muffled scream that would reverberate through the Hollywood Siren’s body.

She fought and struggled, just enough to keep her shoulders off the ground, but that was more for play than anything. She couldn't breath right now, and she didn’t much care, either. Her eyes fluttering eyes peeked out from between her tormentor’s thighs and her tongue went to work - she wasn’t sure how much effect it could have through the jeans, but that didn’t stop her from giving it her all, pressing and pushing and sliding along the fabric, as if her tiny little muscle had a chance at tearing straight through it.

And through it all, muffled by a pair of titanic thighs, she could hear her mother at ringside, cursing Alicia out with a string of Italian curses that would’ve shamed her grandparents. It was hard for her to make out the exact words, but she heard a lot about booting Alicia upside the head, and calling her a glorified stripper, and a few other unflattering terms.

[HotWheels]

Siren may not have felt all the pleasurable feelings that usually came with having someone's face in this position, but she definitely felt that moan. That was what she wanted to bring out of the little Italian, and it almost summoned a moan from the bigger babe on top, too. But she chewed her lip and stifled it, instead staring down to enjoy the view of the lustful eyes staring up at her. And was that...Siren could not feel it exactly through the fairly thick denim of the shorts barely covering her ass, but she could have sworn she felt a tongue trying to probe its way past that denim to taste something much more tantalizing. Siren shot a knowing look down at the little minx. Talk about the girl having spunk.

Desdemona kept her own shoulders up, so Siren just gave her the room to do so and then rested her hands on her thighs...and just savored it all. Even the wild Italian woman just outside of the ring acting like she would rip the half-Latin beauty's head off if she could just get past the ref.

For the first time, Siren broke character, or maybe added to it, as Mama Belti's tantrum set her into a genuine stream of chest-shaking laughter. It wasn't all at Angela's expense, either, though watching her freak out sure entertained. No, it was more than that. The glow of getting what she wanted and watching Dizzy work hard to give her even more had her feeling good, and the crowd simply ate up near-everything they did. Had Siren fed off of vibe of this whole event anymore, she might have pulled her shorts and bikini bottoms down here in the middle of the ring. Didn't matter that they hadn't arranged for any hentai rules.

And if Siren didn't do something to bring this crazy scene to a head, she might get that crazy. Couldn't happen.

Her eyes flicked down to Dizzy with another sly, silent promise; in the next second, she rolled to the side while tightening her thighs around Dizzy's head. Had to bring that with them. Once she landed on her side, her legs snapped into shape with a dangerous and delicious efficiency, forming her Lecter's Cell headscissor variation around the little Italian's head...though not the version that had nearly popped the heads off of her performance center opponents. Siren stretched out her body in a delicious display and rested on an elbow, just watching Dizzy. She didn't say anything. She figured not much needed to be said at this point.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy didn't know it was possible to hate something as innocuous as a pair of pants, but good god, she wanted to tear Alicia’s shorts to shreds and burn them. They looked good on the woman, no mistake there, but they were currently the only thing standing between her and making this woman explode.

That, and her mother, of course. But Dizzy was getting less concerned with that by the second.

It was easy to forget when she could look up and see the Hollywood Siren above her, when she saw - and felt- that rumbling laugh. In a way, that was the sexiest thing she’d done all night, and it was up against stiff competition. Dizzy couldn't remember seeing a woman, seeing anyone, so full of life and energy. It came off her in waves, and it was no wonder she drove the crowds crazy. It was infectious. Hollywood Siren? Hollywood Goddess.

Dizzy would’ve been content to lay there and pass out, but she knew that wasn’t going to work, even in her oxygen starved state - she would need to be awake for damage control with her mother in a minute. It was a good thing, then, that a knockout wasn’t in the Siren’s plans. She had something a little more tangible in mind for her win.

Dizzy saw that familiar fire in Alicia’s eyes as the woman rolled over and took her trapped head along for the ride, snapping her legs up around her tiny head. She tensed up, reflexes ready for the intense pressure, but it never came. Oh, there was force, but she knew well what sort of power Alicia could produce with these thighs. These were watermelon crushing legs. If she wanted it, Dizzy would be screaming her lungs out right now.

The message came through, loud and clear - this was the end of their time together. Closing things out the same way they'd gone the entire match, working together and trusting. A perfect conclusion.

For now.

She mouthed a silent, but genuine ‘thank you’ then went into a thrashing fit, squinting hard, kicking her legs about, twisting around like her neck was on the verge of being crushed by a fearful pressure. She took care to milk it, but not for too long, wanting to show the world her agony, but not make it seem like she could withstand the crushing pressure. Even she knew a finisher when she saw one.

The referee kneeled close to make sure, and that was when Dizzy pulled the trigger: she tapped out and filled the ring with her squeals. ”Ah,ah! I give! I give up!”

[HotWheels]

Siren felt she and this spicy little Italian had an understanding. Likely, the bigger woman could have thrown the smaller around the ring in a straight match. Those blows to the head would still come, but Siren would answer them with more vitriol. Dizzy might try to escape the earlier holds, but how would she get out of the Hollywood hottie's thighs or smothers? She believed both women had the brains to figure out how this might have gone with bad blood between them. But, because they both knew their places in this ring and had managed to quickly establish a place where they could cooperate and make a good match out of their size difference, they could both leave pleased. Maybe LAW's people hadn't been so crazy to put them together.

As Siren looked down at the Italian trapped inescapably, but not perilously, between her thighs, she did so with some admiration. She caught that thank you, too. She flexed her stretched figure lightly, though only for aesthetic. To the crowd, it would look like a nice, tight headscissor with the bigger woman squeezing the little head between her thighs. Dizzy, however, gave her a beautiful flurry. To match the frantic desperation, Siren strained her abs and ballooned the muscles in her thighs so that they would squeeze a little tighter on Dizzy, but mostly look killer. She did have some acting skills.

Playing it up, Siren posed for the surely zooming cameras with her best superior, seductive lidding of her eyes until she felt Dizzy slapping for the submission. Of course, she heard her more; girl had some lungs on her. Glancing down at the "desperate" woman, Siren flashed indifference and "held on" for several more seconds until the ref interfered, and when she did, she only released the hold. She rolled and pushed back up to a seated position on Dizzy's chest, gave the little chica a wink, and finally obeyed the ref as she stood to the last few pangs of the bell.

They would raise her hand, show her off to the crowd as the winner, yeah. But more than the victory had her feeling like one.

[BlackAkuma]

And so, Dizzy lost her first match.

It was funny. Most wrestlers would’ve seen this as a small tragedy. Her mother had stressed the importance of winning the first match, or at least coming strong, stating that it set the tone for your entire career. She’d told her horror stories about wrestlers with promising futures, who’d been bodied out of the gate and never found their way afterwards. The first impression was so crucial with the fickle wrestling community.

But somehow, as she laid there with Alicia on her chest, straddling her and looking like a million bucks, she just could not have care any less. She’d won things in her life before, and none of them ever felt even half as good.

Dizzy stayed down as the Hollywood Siren was paraded around as the winner. She closed her eyes and breathed deep, taking in the last vestiges of her scent hanging in the air. The taste of her skin was still on her tongue, and the ghost of her thighs pressed along her face. She could’ve laid there all night.

Her mother wasn’t going to let that happen, of course, but it was a nice thought.

”Dizzy!” Angela came sliding in under the ropes, nearly knocking the referee over on the way. She’d had enough respect for the art to let Alicia’s hand be raised before she came in, but that was all she could take. She dropped to her knees and shook her daughter around - if Dizzy had been as out of it as she was pretending to be, this would’ve dragged her back hard. ”Dizzy! Dizzy, are you okay? Referee, make a call to the back, we need-”

”Mommommommom!” Dizzy squawked as she was yanked about. ”I’m fine, I’m fine, really!” She sat up quick, both to put her mother’s mind at ease and find Alicia before she left. It wasn’t hard to locate her, she just had to look in the direction that Mom was glaring towards with a look of pure, seething hatred.

”Hey!” She waved Alicia over as she put on her best disappointed face. ”Thanks for the match. You really got me, there.” Dizzy reached up and slipped the hood off her head, so the Siren could see her whole face. ”You’re really good. Like, really good. Super impressive. Isn’t she, Mom.”

Her words calmed her mother down from murderous level, but the older Belti still had some smoldering embers in her stare, as she gave Alicia a full look over. ”She’s…” Angela fought with herself a moment, as she looked down at Alicia’s hips. The same hips that had been rubbing all over her daughter’s face a moment ago. That been thrusting against her backside. That had been shaking all over her like some kind of striptease.

Instead of giving Alicia the props, she brought her focus back to Dizzy with a sigh. ”Let’s…let’s get you home, okay?”