The True Hollywood Story

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy didn’t do this move because she wanted to grab a hold of Alicia’s creamy thigh. That was the secondary reason, not the primary.

No, the main reason was because her mother had always stressed the importance of going for pinfalls, and it was one of the few things that she’d really taken to heart. At the end of the day, all she had to do was put her opponent’s shoulders on the mat for three seconds to win. She wasn’t technical enough for most submissions, didn’t strike hard enough to reliably knock out, and hentai stuff was totally taboo, but people fell to pins that caught them off guard all the time.

It was a good line of thinking, in theory, and it showed a lot of promise even know, as she managed to take do a woman who could probably bench press her with ease.

That being said, it wasn’t exactly easy. The thighs she loved so much had some weight to them, and Dizzy still hadn't mastered the fine art of ‘lifting heavy thing’. She struggled off the bat to get Alicia’s leg into the proper position, before she planted her feet, stacking up and rolled her over with full leverage, letting her back come down on the bigger woman’s chest.

”Andiamo!” She nearly jumped for joy when it locked in, almost messing up the hold before she caught herself. They both knew what came next. ”1…!”

[HotWheels]

With Alicia throwing steady resistance into the bending of her legs, Dizzy's efforts to fully secure the pin did take longer than she could afford in a real match. The good thing, though? Building strength was the easy part. Given her own experience going from a too-tall, somewhat awkward, skinny teenager into a sculpted adult, she knew that no matter how small Dizzy's muscles were now, they had nowhere to go but up. Maybe Alicia could drag her off without mama getting too mad, get her some time in the weight room. A good hernia or two built character.

Thoughts thoughts she could bring up later. Right now, she focused on seeing the quality of Dizzy's pin, and after that extra second or two, Alicia was looking at her own feet as Dizzy got them in the air, then at Dizzy's frame as the woman draped into place for the holding pin. The weight distribution was good; even with Alicia planting her hands on the mat, most of the weight Dizzy applied was keeping her shoulders to the mat. Down on energy? This might get a lot of women stuck, and the Latina thought she might be one of them.

Hell, even with her tank full, Dizzy's count forced her to have to think. Alicia started shifting after the one, ducking one of her shoulders to try and squeeze it down between her back and the mat, and only by two did she get her own strong arm under her enough to try rolling herself hard enough that Dizzy lose her balance. She did get her shoulder raised enough for a ref to catch it, but she did not care much to announce that: she just wanted to see if Dizzy had a counter for her escape.

[BlackAkuma]

Yeah, she was going to have to spend more time with the weights, this was making that blatantly obvious. Alicia was big, but the simple act of pinning someone should be this hard - Dizzy was painfully aware that she would lack the time for this in a real match. She had tried some stuff with the tiny, color dumbbell thingies, but hadn't gotten into the hardcore stuff yet. You’d think having a bodybuilder for a mother might mean she got at least some of those good genes, but alas…

For now, she focused on two things: Securing this hold and resisting the urge to grope Alicia’s always-excellent backside. She succeeded in both, enough to get all the way to the second count ”2…!”

That was as far as she got, though, before Alicia escaped with an explosive burst of energy, enough to fling Dizzy off with ease. She rolled over and popped up to her knee, knowing her time would be short. Couldn't hesitate, had to go for something that would keep someone this size down.

The idea popped into her head, and she went for it without any further debate. Dizzy leaped straight up out of the crouch, tugged her legs in, and tried to come down on Alicia’s chest with her back, looking to nail her with a senton. She might not have been all that heavy, but any weight coming down like that was nothing to shrug off.

[HotWheels]

Alicia escaped the pin, but having to actually concentrate and put forth effort when she hadn't taken more hits than a quick kick and a mat takedown told her mama had taught Dizzy some of her best tricks, at least where technique was a factor. Nonetheless, she did escape, mustering enough power with her shoulder roll to toss Dizzy off of her. Alicia started to rise, mostly at the full speed she would rely on in an actual match, but speaking slowed her a beat. "Gonna have to switch to bein' the rollup queen, chica."

As the last syllable passed from her lips, she got her eyes up to see that Dizzy was not beside her anymore. Yeah, she only had to glance up a couple of feet to find her, but that meant it was already too late for her to make much of a wise defense. Okay, if the little Italian had anything as a bigger advantage, it was suddenness and a lack of fear. Alicia was left just needing to shift back and brace.

At her size, bracing made for a good enough defense, but Dizzy's full weight still cracked squarely into her as she did. Alicia was banged back down to the mat as the force caught her through the chest hard enough to force a quick cough and a generic, nameless sound of surprise and pain from her throat. As Dizzy's momentum had her slide gently off the side of her ample chest, Alicia lay squinted-eyed and moaning on her back, trying to roll her arms together to ease up the pain from the jolt to her chest.

[BlackAkuma]

Even as Dizzy did the move, a small part of her hoped that Alicia would just roll out of the way. It was silly, given the size and strength and skill difference between them, but a small and real part of her just didn’t want to hurt the Hollywood Siren. Though they’d only known each other briefly, the woman had grown on her fast. She was the closest thing to a friend she had on this island, not that there was wealth of competition, and the last thing she wanted to do was go overboard and risk mucking that up. She wanted - no, needed someone to hang out with besides her mother, damn it.

But this was a spar, Dizzy wanted to get better, and that would never happen if she held too much back. So here she was, giving it some of her best and hoping the bigger woman could take it.

Down she came, right on target, knocking a good amount of wind out of Alicia’s sails. It was hard to say for sure how much was acting, but just going off the reaction, it had done enough damage to keep her bigger foe stunned, opening up the door to something more substantial. Her mind raced again for the answer, but it didn’t have to go for long before a memory helped fill in the blank.

Moving quick, Dizzy scooted over to Alicia’s side, grabbed her head, and wrapped her legs around the Siren’s neck, capturing her in the same hold she herself had been trapped in during their first encounter. Dizzy’s legs strength wasn’t all that great, but at the end of the day, her legs were more powerful than her arms, and she’d gotten good mileage target the neck with those. Worth a shot, and she’d wanted to give it a try for weeks, now.

She didn’t power down on it 100%, only applying enough power to keep her in place for the moment. She leaned over and got a good look at Alicia’s eyes, seeing how she was doing. ”Sorry, that didn’t hurt you too bad, did it?”

[HotWheels]

Alicia didn't have to act much. In a match where she would feed off the crowd, the lights, the aura, she might have just forced herself to work through a blow like that to get up and prove she was the baddest bitch in the arena. The experience of fighting through would have sucked ass, but she could have done it for her pride. Without needing to do much protecting of her pride since only a few eyes lingered on them from elsewhere in the gym, she felt fine to just lay there, hiss through her discomfort, and rub at her sternum as best she could through the cover of her breasts and the slightly undersized top trying to contain them.

Before she could get far with rubbing that ache away, she felt her head being yanked, which did a good job of getting her to stretch her eyes wide open. Again, bigger stage might have gotten more of the frenetic juices flowing, but she just complained with a startled whine and brought her hands up to defend against...a pair of legs. This looked familiar. Alicia had to battle between her brain telling her body to fight for its life and with figuring Dizzy wouldn't try to choke her out fully, and the hesitation led to not much of a defense before one thigh draped over top of her neck and one slipped beneath, just like she had trapped Dizzy in their match.

Alicia braced with a grimace, but the squeeze was more of a tightening. She opened her eyes again (they narrowed with sass at Dizzy as the little Italian leaned over her), and she brought her hands up to fondle at the fabric covering the smaller woman's thin but well-shaped legs. "Shit." She didn't get into this situation much without directly putting herself there, but she also usually ran most everyone through without giving much of a chance for this. Felt odd to be there, especially looking up at someone whom she mostly dwarfed.

And she was answering after her. Cute. "Not gonna lie, it hurt," she answered honestly, bringing one hand back down to rub at her chest again before it wiped a small bead of sweat off her forehead in the next breath. "So yeah, stick a pin in it. That one hurts even through some tits.."

Thinking the response might distract the Italian a second, Alicia reached out and tried to scoop an arm under Dizzy's butt and palm it hard enough to roll her onto her shoulders. Might not work since she was slippery, but if it didn't, that was what Alicia wanted to see.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy was relieved to hear that Alicia was okay, and she didn’t bother to hide that on her face. She doubted there was anything she could really do to seriously injure this woman - she was built like a tank, and she simply didn’t have the artillery to make any significant damage on that shell. Their match had proven that quite well. As much as she’d enjoyed the little play they put on, she never lost sight of how strong Alicia was, and how much she could’ve utterly wrecked her if they hadn't clicked so well.

All the same, she’d never really used that move before, not in a spar, not ever, so she just wanted to be sure that no bounds were overstepped. Thankfully, that didn’t seem to be the case. They were good.

Awesome. Now, she could have some fun with it.

This moment in their match had been etched in her mind since they parted ways, coming back to her during the night. The look of Alicia over her, the feel of those legs wrapped over her, the heat spreading across her neck. As such, she had little trouble striking the same pose, right down to the smoldering look on the Hollywood Siren’s face. And for the cherry on top, she even had a good impression to work with, one that wasn’t half bad for an Italian imitating a hispanic American. ”Kiss good back there,” She gave her butt a quick slap. ”Or I’ll make you-”

Her taunt was cut short as she suddenly felt herself tipped over, with Alicia surging on top, a stark reminder of what they were actually doing here. The window to escape flew by, and Dizzy found herself pinned down by her bigger foe, folded over in a tight hold. She struggled and struggled and struggled, but, well…

”Uuuuuuuuuuugh.” She had a deep huff as she continued to squirm. ”I messed up. Merda.”

[HotWheels]

Oh, she definitely thought she was cute. Alicia, already formulating her next move in her head, rolled her eyes with a subtle but not-too-subtle affection for her match antics getting mocked. It wasn't the worst impression, but, eh, she came from the town of impressionists. "Don't quit your day job," she told Dizzy, just before she did kiss good back there...just with the sudden shift of her arm that pressed into a little handful of Italian ass long enough to push up, roll the smaller woman over, and press down from on top.

She smiled a knowing smile down at Dizzy when she did, her other arm joining in to basically press both of Dizzy's legs down on top of her in a sort of makeshift basic submission and pin combo with the other woman's legs bent down over her shoulders and head. While she didn't add any pressure, it was definitely enough to keep Dizzy down without an escape plan, and it sounded like the mini-Belti was content to lick her wounds over the lapse for the time being. The bigger American's look was one of faint sympathy.

"Yeah, not great, but you still got the right idea. Wouldn't have been able to pull it off that fast if you started squeezin'." She gave Dizzy a little pat on her upturned butt. "Might be better to scissor from behind the head if you got a choice, too. That way, the other girl can't grab anything except your calves and ankles, and that's not taking her anywhere. She wouldn't be able to stand up, either."

Looking to make it clear they would stay this way until Dizzy came up with an option, she pressed down just a little harder to fold the Italian like a calzone. "Okay, you're a couple minutes into a match, one mistake. How you gonna get out now for a reset?"

[BlackAkuma]

Well, this was awkward, in just about every sense of the word. Dizzy suddenly found herself trapped Alicia, which, being honest, wasn’t the worst place to ever be. It was pretty much the place she’d wanted to be since the two of them met, but she did her best to not think about that right now and focus on the task at hand.

Not the way having that chest pressed against her thighs felt.

Not those strong hands pressing against her, keeping her down.

Not that powerful, voluptuous body that looked like she could just melt into it.

Not that million dollar smile.

Ugh, why did Alicia have to be so sexy? It made this all so much harder than it had to be.

At her sparring partners urging, she shook her head and looked about for escapes. Her first inclination was to try the ropes, which weren’t too far away…at least for a normal sized person. For her, she reached out and found herself a few inches short. She waved her hand about, but no, her arm didn’t magically grow seven inches.

”Ugh, being short sucks sometimes.” She threw her head back and groaned. ”Oooooookay, then.” Dizzy took a deep breath, sucked in to draw Alicia down as her body compressed, then exhaled and released all her energy at once, thrusting out, twisting to the side, and even planting her hands on the floor for some extra power. It was a wild, desperate attempt to get free, but if it worked, she’d try to scramble to the safety of the ropes before Alicia could catch and lock her down.

[HotWheels]

Alicia hated to admit it, but the arm flailing worthlessly at ropes that were plainly too far away almost made her laugh. No, she didn't laugh, because she knew from Dizzy's angle and situation that they probably looked closer, but it did provide enough physical comedy (her favorite) that she had to hide a quivering smile at the corner of her mouth. Honestly, she didn't have to go through this, being the smaller half of most encounters. It was probably as tough as it looked, and Dizzy likely had to think of any potential solution available to her.

As it turned out, she made another good move. If she was small, why not make herself smaller to draw someone of Alicia's size down with her? As the Italian doubled down on herself, Alicia followed the movement, squeezing her down that much more tightly. For a few seconds, her hair draped down over both of them and nearly covered Dizzy's curled-up form entirely, which made for the spilling of hair when the smaller girl exploded outward with power that much more dramatic-looking. It whipped up as Alicia did, and Dizzy's force and her own imbalance sent Alicia back onto her ass and palms. That was two times the little Italian had managed that so far. Not too bad.

Getting her sweat worked up, Alicia let out a quiet whew to gather herself before she rushed to her feet. Dizzy she found retreating to the ropes. Good idea for some things in Alicia's experience, and a not-so-good idea for other things. With one of those other things in mind so she could continue her test. Once up onto her feet, Alicia rushed her and lifted a bare foot that she was going to drive down on what would have, in a match, been Dizzy's face, but she would aim more for her shoulder or neck just to plant her into the ropes.