Mizaki Tantka (w/Top Heavy) vs. Hollywood Siren: Under the Weight

[HotWheels]

Standard Match: Win by Pinfall, Submission, or KO
Wager made for the match: A Mizaki win leads to Hollywood Siren joining Top Heavy under her leadership; a Hollywood Siren win leads to Top Heavy acting as crash test dummies models in a photoshoot

Hollywood Siren wanted to make it clear that nothing surprised or phased her, but hell if Alicia hadn't been thrown for a loop by the crazy-as-shit challenge tossed her way backstage.

Her bewilderment didn't stop her from looking any less confident as she stepped, no, rolled, onto the stage at the sound of her intense, driving rendition of "LA Devotee". She had been planning the inline skates for her first match, but sadly, the pink pair she wanted had taken longer to get to Japan than she had expected. Tonight, however, the Latina beauty, meant to be the picture of every bitchy loose cannon wheeling her way down the Santa Monica shore, skidded to a stop on stage, decked in her wrestling attire and a pair of sunglasses, and pulled her shades down long enough for flash photography and phones alike to take in the sight of her figure. Once more, in these lights, Siren felt she thrived like she always believed she could.

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All business, she wheeled on down the ramp, blowing an oversized bubble by way of an oversized wad of gum (she had been practicing). After a lap around the outside of the ring where she made sure to bend so her rear looked just right, Siren stopped at the stairs, discarding skates, shades, and gum all alike. Once up, she busied herself with tracing her figure for the entertainment of her adoring crowd before swinging through the ropes with a dazzling high kick of her leg, but her brain was already tracing back through this week and the stakes set upon her.

One Mizaki Tantka and her little gang of cronies had approached her this week. Top Heavy, they called themselves. Siren had tried not to bust out laughing at that self-aware moniker after she got a look at the girls' chests, but hearing that they wanted her to join didn't have her laughing. Fuck that. Not only did she not have any desire to be among a group of bitches known mainly by the size of their chests (the size of her own notwithstanding), Siren didn't do groups. Not now. Probably not later. She especially didn't do them if she wasn't in charge of the deal. That didn't seem to be part of Mizaki's plan.

But they had challenged her on merit of her toughness and bravery, and Siren couldn't turn that down and keep the reputation she wanted. So she needed to beat this "leader," and probably fend off her two lackeys too, all the while, or she would have to join. The idea of that sucked, and yeah, Siren didn't have numbers on her side. "Fuck it," she said, as she clapped her hands together to snap herself out of worry. Whatever the odds, she could do this.

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It was an odd entrance that took place following Siren's, given that despite it being Mizaki whom was yet again the focus of the match at hand, Anna would be out first. With a stumble!

For having being pushed by the leader of the stable behind her, Mizaki's fury was all too apparent as she practically bounced down the ramp. With Bea helping Anna to reaffirm herself before the duo followed, the sour look on the bluenettes face told the story. For she had not pushed Anna out of hatred for the greenette nor otherwise. She was simply furious, and Anna was the nearest one to her!

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"Another..." She'd bare her teeth, grinding them back and forth as her jiggly figure came ringside. "Another FUCKING idiot who didn't know a good thing when it not only came their way, but opened its fucking doors to them..." Her words would not at all be heard by the one she was due to face, nor even by her own stablemates as her music blasted over her. Not that it mattered, for the stacked beauty was simply venting her sheer frustration at yet another refusing what she deemed to be a supremely kind offer!

Glad in a bikini that did little to hide her curves, Mizaki's efforts to turn all eyes to her were yet again successful as she mounted the side of the ring. Shooting Siren a vicious scowl, the bluenette would slide her curvy figure through the ropes before standing strong with her hands to her hips. Though not without turning albeit briefly to Anna, to give her something of an apologetic smile.

...Before said smile turned to pure venom, as her eyes locked with the second woman to reject her gracious offer.

"Tell me, Hollywood FUCKWIT..." She'd raise her finger with her scowl only growing, as the music began to fade. Her words were not only audible to the woman across from her, but a good deal of audience members.

"Are you slow? Slow in the head?"

[HotWheels]

"Mmm...hmm."

Siren tried to keep it clear she was busy with her own thing as she stretched both legs against the turnbuckle, but she had to watch the antics taking place on the ramp. One of them (Anna, was it? she barely caught wind of the other two with Mizaki's mouth running) was already on the ground before the entrance even got itself started, thanks to their hot-shit "leader." This is why Siren didn't do allegiances, and she couldn't figure out why the other two wanted to have anything to do with the crazy-ass bitch leading them down the ramp. She figured it didn't matter figuring out the team dynamic. The other two were here, and it didn't matter if Siren thought they were stupid as hell for putting up with Mizaki's crap. They would be thorns in the Hollywood hottie's side.

Siren just decompressed with a sigh and tried to get it out of her head. Enough bruises, and they would leave her alone. That, or she could try to tear Mizaki apart before they could get involved. Either way.

What to expect from that blue-haired bitch, she didn't know. A lot of talking. She was doing that already at ringside. Siren couldn't hear her and didn't want to. She had tits and a pretty fit-looking figure and she had seen some good match footage of her throwing her weight and curves all around. And she was hot. Siren didn't have much of a clue besides that. But everyone went down when they got hit hard enough, and Siren paced with malice in her gaze and steps as the snob made her way into the ring.

Siren matched the glaring that came her way with a dismissive glare of her own. There was that mouth running again. Siren was half-tempted to just slap a hand over her mouth, but she sort of wanted to hear the bullshit she spewed.

Or maybe she didn't. Hollywood Fuckwit? Hoping someone nearby had heard that, Siren tried to pull the first row in with a look like they had all just heard the same stupid inside joke. "How 'bout you tell me, paperweight," she responded, matching Mizaki's volume. "Bitch like you dug up some groupies? Think you brought the slow with you."

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"HEY SHUT UP-" Mizaki would try her damnedest to stop Siren in her tracks, despite the fact she'd given off her demand the moment her foe for the evening was done talking. So long as Mizaki felt clever.

"Misery misery misery, that's what you've chosen, Hollywood DOG..." Mizaki blurted out her words with venom, as the fury of being rejected once again took over her completely.

"I offered you friendship...and you spat in my face..." With that, Mizaki kicked off her feet not to pace towards Siren with intent to knock her off her feet, but to step towards the center of the ring. With her bust pushed out to add even more volume to her insane figure, Mizaki was just over the point of being dead center - as if she was claiming territory. Of course, with her body posed as it was she was practically begging Siren to come forward and take it from her. The match had yet to begun, after all.

"But it's okay...I'm a forgiving sort. Bend over right nowwww, and tap out on the floor. Call it a day before we even get going. Then you can enjoy being one of my groupies, over...well...you not enjoying it at all..."

[HotWheels]

The Hollywood hottie felt like she had walked back into high school and that she would have to leave Mizaki half-stuffed in a locker by the time this ended. She had a little experience with that, so she could make it work. Ropes would have to do. The heavyweight listened with the mockingly invested half-blinks of a woman making sure the other chick knew she was just being smarmy and belittling. She was actually entertaining, in her way. More the laughing at her than the laughing with her sort of entertaining, but the half-Latin beauty figured a crowd needed all types.

She did feel like she had heard this rant before, though. Wasn't worth trying to place it, especially with Mizaki seeming to front on her by marching to the middle of the ring. After again passing a look at the front row that made them seem like co-conspirators in her scheme, Siren strutted her way over to Mizaki and used her few extra inches to height to stretch a touch taller. She stiffly bumped into the other woman's chest with her own, too, and gave her a sharp look that cut like death. Messages needed to be sent to this bitch. "That what you call these dummies you walk all over? Friends?" She jabbed a finger at the minions. "And the only spit here is comin' from your pissy ass. Might be drool."

Mizaki didn't slow down, and Siren had to wonder if she was actually a hundred percent genuine that the woman was offering that if she surrendered here, tapped out, that she would spare her. Whether she meant it or not, the Hollywood hottie was going to choose to believe her. It was a hell of a lot funnier that way. Holding up her own hand and pointing at it as if trying to understand, the heavyweight took a step back and slowly started crouching, lowering herself to the floor, letting the hand hover...with all the dripping sexuality of a woman in the middle of a centerfold shoot. She kept her eyes, filled with pure innocence, on Mizaki the whole way down.

Right before she would have touched the floor, the Siren launched herself back up, that same hand aimed at Mizaki's face for a cheek-rattling slap. Almost before she got there, she could hear the bell ring, a testament to an attentive ref.

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Mizaki was about to open her mouth wide yet again as Siren roared back, but found herself stopping just shy in the face of the drool retort. Namely because she was at a loss of words for what to say back. So needless to say, she'd settle with the simple.

"Ew. Disgusting bitch, go die..." Mizaki's eyes looked down her nose at Siren as she spoke, with a tone that highlighted just how little she thought of her would-be foe. Though, said thoughts could be applied to just about anyone within LAW, stable mates withstanding.

Admittedly, Mizaki found herself raising an eyebrow as it seemed this beauty wasn't as dense as she first thought! She was going to call it a day before things even got going, saving herself some humility in the face of such a mighty foe!

Atleast so Mizaki believed. Right up until said hand made contact not with the floor, but with her face.

In a bitch-slap that left Mizaki not reeling, but outright dropping. With a completely lost look to her face, as she landed on her thick rump against the canvas...

[HotWheels]

She almost laughed.

Siren had almost cracked people's jaws loose with slaps over the years. If people got in her face, she slapped them; it didn't get any more complicated than that. Worked a charm when she was the biggest bitch around, but not so well around wrestlers. A slap could send a message, but she couldn't remember unleashing one that had knocked anyone flat on their ass. But she had really hit hard with this one, loud enough to reach back a half-dozen rows. Mizaki collapsed, and it was fuckin' amazing to see the look on her face.

The ref promptly rang the bell, and the gasped eruption of the crowd tore into outright chaos when Siren offered them a sassy shrug and jabbed her fingers at the two lackeys as if to say they were the next to receive that treatment. Not interested in wasting time and letting Mizaki recover, however, the heavyweight marched over and tried to knock Mizaki fully onto her back with a foot, intending to drop on top of her with her thighs straddling beneath the giant breasts the mouthy bitch seemed to be so proud of.

[Devilish53]

Mizaki was to the floor with her legs in front of her. She was sat up, with her hands dangling over her thighs as her eyes latched with what was level before her - Siren's own thick thighs. Though they'd slowly scroll up her frame, crossing her wide hips and firm breasts, to look a gaze upon her. Mizaki looked less like a professional wrestler and more like a tantrumming child who had just reached the end of her mothers patience. Her face even began to scrunch up to add to the effect.

Though once the shock of the situation had passed, Mizaki turned outright poisonous. Or rather, she tried to. Pushing her hands down to the canvas, she wasn't even rising before she opted to quite literally scream at the woman who had just dropped her with a single swing of her hand.

"YOU GREASY HAIRED BI-"

A shame it was, that not only could she not rise fully, but Mizaki would be left with her scream cut off as Siren came in. With a quick boot and following drop of her thigh, that not only put Mizaki flat on her back, but her chest to her chin as Siren squished that bosom beneath her leg. With Mizaki's attire already struggling to keep her bosom contained, as she wheezed whilst laying perfectly flat.

[HotWheels]

That was an insult that the Hollywood hottie could not let stand...as if she had let any of the others pass given the slap she unleashed on the would-be bully. But as long as the Siren spent on the trailing black mane of hair on a daily basis, she felt like it was a fine time to give Mizaki an opportunity to shut the hell up or get worse than the Latina beauty already intended for her. And what Siren intended, she got. Mizaki dropped to her outstretched foot and didn't offer any resistance until Siren was pushing her a hundred and eighty pounds into the busty bitch's chest and that chest into her chin. She looked deliciously ridiculous.

"These cow tits fun now, chica?", Siren asked, with a light slap over the top of each breast. At the same time, she settled into more of a straddle, using the insides of her thighs to maintain the embarrassing pin. "Smell the Pantene in this too, bitch, while you're down here." With a lean forward, she brushed down both sides of her hair so that it would hang into Mizaki's face, then shifted her hands back so she could level another soft slap against the tits squished in place before her.

She was testing her luck, sure, but she was sure as shit going to milk every second Mizaki didn't stop her. This felt good.

[Devilish53]

There were no limits in Mizaki’s mind on what she would or would not bring up in her attempts to mentally abuse her foe. The appearance of her opponent was a common target for the horrible bluenette - purely because of how easy it was to pick out imperfections even in the face of a perfect beauty. Had the lazy bluenette ever bothered to read into her opponents, she would have surely have gotten a touch more personal. Background. Family. Anything and everything was on the table for this particular stable leader.

Whilst Mizaki’s personal insults went without full delivery, the mere alluding was enough to send Siren into something of a feral state. With a top mount soon found, Mizaki’s vain efforts to cover up would provide her with absolutely no protection in the face of Siren’s hard slaps. Slaps that were designated at her big goods, with a satisfying sound coming from each and every strike.

“WHAT DO YOU WEIGH!” Mizaki screamed, thrusting her hips to emphasize the point Siren was sat upon her midriff. “REF..REF..” She’d roar again, earning the attention of the official but not the aid. Though Mizaki for a rare change of pace, knew full well she was stuck. And all the same, she still couldn’t resist poking the bear further. Despite said bear literally being atop of her…

“THIS ISN’T FAIR...” She’d pant in between slaps, turning her head each way every time she screamed. “NOONE CAN BE THIS HEAVY AND STILL WALK UPRIGHT...”