Alba Garcia vs. Hollywood Siren - High Tide Match

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Alba Garcia vs. Hollywood Siren
Match Type: High Tide Match
Victory Conditions: The winner must win by forcing a smother submission or KO on her opponent. This is wrestled on a beach during high tide, close to the water, meaning water constantly floods into the ring.

The beach ring was surrounded by fans in the bleachers as the sun was setting and the tide was coming in. And eventually, Dare by Shakira started playing rang out on the speakers. Alba Garcia would then come out to the entrance and strike a pose in a white, flowery two-piece bikini that showed off her slim, toned body. The crowd cheered as she began to dance her way to the ring, trying to be as positive as she could be. She had been training hard, and she didn't even mind that she was in whatever a High Tide Match was. The fact it was on a beach was perfectly fine with her though. She was ready to use her new talents from her training to get that win, no matter where the location was.

When Alba Garcia got into the ring, she ducked under it and then danced her way to her corner, shaking her cute little booty before getting to the turnbuckle and standing there, starting some last minute stretches. At least, until she felt the water brush over her feet and jumped, looking down. That would be a distraction. And probably a messy one once all the sand started to get wet. But still, Alba couldn't let that distract her. The match was too important, and getting that first win was extremely important to her.

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[HotWheels]

This felt like home.

Not Alicia's home. That was a dumpy apartment surrounded in concrete just close enough and just high enough to see the Hollywood hills and a sliver of the beach in the far distance. She visited beaches like this all the time, yeah, but those were treats for her after a long week of trying to get by well enough in school and working her ass off otherwise. No, this wasn't Alicia's home, but Siren's home? Hell yeah. That was the whole point of pushing this Hollywood bitch persona. She was supposed to look and act like every indifferent rollerblading beach babe speeding by the palm trees out in Beverly Hills...just with about twice the muscle of those pampered prima donnas. She wanted to make a show of this scene.

With every ounce of her usual impassive spunk, the swimsuit-clad Hollywood hottie strolled out to the sound of "LA Devotee" and tipped her sunglasses low to take in the crowd, like always. Except this time, the sun made it so she couldn't actually see them. Ironic how that worked out the one time the sunglasses actually did her some good.

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As she sped down the ramp at her all-business pace, she got a glimpse of her opponent. She lay somewhere between the size of the mama and hija pair who had filled the ring with her thus far. Made sense, she guessed. Siren had heard Alba here hadn't had too much luck so far. Sucked for her, but Siren didn't plan to give her the chance to claw out of whatever hole she had been digging for herself. Cute chick, though.

Water was already at her feet by the time she reached the side of the ring. The half-Latin beauty stared down at it. They had sure stuck their leftover puzzle pieces together for this match. Water splashing over the sandy "canvas." Smother or knockout finish. Swimsuits, because who the hell would wrestle in water in more than a swimsuit. It sure smacked of wanting to toss the Siren into the sexiest, wettest match they could find, but that suited her just fine. Let her strut her stuff like she always wanted.

And she did, all swaying hips and whipped hair as she kicked her way through the ankle-high water, right up until she wheeled in front of Alba with a hand on her hip. She looked the girl over, making the sensual intention of her inspection clear. "Eyyy, chica. Hope you brought your sunscreen an' towel. Maybe some smellin' salts too."

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Alba Garcia waited for her opponent to come out to the ring, stretching and periodically jumping when the tide would come in to tickle her heels. She wrinkled her nose at it before she looked up at the Hollywood Siren now. She was rather confident, it seemed. Everything that Alba was trying to be. But it didn't matter how gorgeous and attractive Siren was, or how sure of herself she was, Garcia was determined to get her first victory on her.

She raised her brow as Siren was speaking to her, stepping out of her corner to go towards the center of the ring. "I didn't bring anything, because I'm here for a fight, chica," said Garcia, laying on her Spanish accent thick on the last word. She puffed out her chest and put on her most positive expression before getting into a stance. "So let's do this!" Alba was ready now, her eyes taking the moment to wander over Hollywood's stacked body. That bikini was definitely doing everything right for her, but Alba paid that no mind. She was sure she looked great in her own two-piece. Neither of them were here to look sexy though. They were here to fight!

[HotWheels]

Siren had to give her credit: she didn't look or act like a chick who had been struggling. Looking and acting amounted to half of this game in the heavyweight's mind, so points in her favor. What outwardly manifested as flippant scrutiny came from inward appreciation for the spunk on display. "Nothin', huh? Sure hope you bring somethin', or what I brought's gonna be a problem." Her body language made it evident she meant her body; she flexed an arm and traced lightly at her abs, the display hinting at appeal far more than the threat. Got the crowd's attention. Might have gotten Alba's too: nice bonus if it did, but would be good to know if it didn't, too.

The girl sounded right and ready to lock up, though, and Siren strutted a quick circle to put a couple more feet between them. Her glance at the ref was incredulous. "Didn't you hear 'er?" The ref, who the Hollywood hottie realized must have been eating the eye candy from both of them (typical), fumbled before slipping to the ropes to throw a hand up and signal for the bell. As she did, the performance center's prodigy glanced down to see the water had decided to make its exit for the time being. That meant she could move.

And she did, as soon as the bell rang. Her quick circle turned into a thundering run from a one-hundred-eighty-pound athlete, and she tried to throw both hands into Alba's shoulders in the quickest lock-up that she wanted to turn into the quickest won lock up by throwing Alba onto her back. Sending a message: her favorite.

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Alba scowled at Hollywood trying to smack talk her, letting out a soft huff as she put her arms up, glancing to the referee who was caught slipping. Garcia figured given the two beautiful women in front of her and the rather distracting ring, it would be easy to become distracted here. As it would turn out though, Alba would be the one who would be distracted though. After the bell rang, the dancer looked back towards her opponent who was already rushing her. Letting out a yelp, the Spaniard threw her arms up and locked up. It wasn't a long test of strength, however, as Alba was already at a strength disadvantage to begin with and was thrown back down in quick time.

Splashing into the muddy sand, Alba Garcia let out a groan as the water rushed over the top of her body. Not quite high enough, and coming in ebbs and flows of the tide, but her hands sunk deeper in the sand as it did so. She glanced down at one of her hands, yanking it out of the sand, but still caught off guard from being slammed into the sand so quick, and left open for Siren to continue her attack.

[HotWheels]

Siren got what she wanted; she appreciated when that happened. As soon as her hands banged into Alba, supported by her much larger figure, the dancer went into the wet sand and left Siren standing above her. To add to her troubles, the water again rolled in, only sloshing up to the standing heavyweight's ankles but surely getting Alba's entire back all sorts of damp. The Hollywood hottie looked down at her, and her quick twitch of a shrug was probably a poor apology. That was probably because Siren didn't much care to apologize. Never did.

Her lack of hesitation in following up on her opening act likely made that clear. Water or no, she sloshed a step forward and tried to quickly reach down and grab Alba by the ankle. It was nothing complicated she had planned: she just wanted to drag the smaller woman a foot closer through the water, wind up, and drop with a falling elbow into those dancer's abs the other woman possessed. Siren herself would get wet in the process, but that was all just part of the show. If this whole thing was gonna be about the water, why not play that up?

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Alba Garcia smarted from that quick throw from Hollywood, grimacing as she tried to deal with it. Siren didn't seem like she was in too much of a rush, and that was a good thing for Garcia. The Spaniard was recovering when she suddenly felt her ankle being grabbed and her body being drug closer to the rising tide. And then soon, Hollywood would have her in place as Alba laid on her back. And then soon, Hollywood would drop down with an elbow drop! Only Alba was still rather quick, and she had more than enough time to recover from that one hit. She swiftly rolled away, letting Siren hit absolutely nothing but wet sand with her elbow drop!

Then Alba knew she had to launch into action now to follow up. Scrambling to her feet, she looked back at Hollywood and then concocted an idea. She would hit the ropes and nail her with a low dropkick to the face. That would give her a good advantage! The dancer ran for the ropes before suddenly one of her feet slipped! She let out a yelp and landed right on her front into the wet sand, letting out a loud cough as her face met the water. "Guh! Stupid...!" muttered Alba before groaning, pushing herself out of the sand after her slip. She would need to be more careful from here on out.

[HotWheels]

Alright, there were the survival instincts.

It took no wrestling genius to realize that Alba was moving quickly enough to avoid Siren's dropping elbow, and the bigger woman suffered no surprise as she collided with the wet, hard-packed sand arm-first. It didn't feel good, no, but at least she knew the jolt was coming. With her newly caked arm, she watched Alba roll away and make it to the ropes. Just in time, more water sloshed into the ring, cleaning part of that sand off of Siren's arm as she pushed herself up to defend against Alba's response.

That response never came, however. Siren squinted through the sun to see Alba lose her footing on a short trip to the ropes, probably because of all this sand. She smirked; if size wasn't enough of an advantage, having this sloshy mess to protect her from Alba's likely advantage in foot speed just added to the positive marks she could tick. With Alba down in the sand, the Hollywood hottie shoved the rest of the way to her feet, water trickling down the curves of one side of her body.

She stomped to the fallen dancer, shaking the sting out of her elbow. "Tough break, babe. This one's tougher." With the woman on her stomach, Siren swiveled and dropped down, wanting to land on the small of her back. Once there, she searched for Alba's chin, trying to pull her into position for a camel clutch.

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Alba wasn't loving how this sand was going to impact her in this match. She hadn't even considered it, especially with the wet sand being a major factor. She couldn't rely on running like she normally did in her matches. The Spaniard would begin pushing herself up off the sand before she looked up at Siren with a scowl. She would start to get up, at least until Hollywood landed on her back, sending her falling right back into the sand. "Ooph!" cried out Garcia in pain, wincing as she took in a deep breath.

Then, she felt her chin being grabbed and her body yanked back with it. A Camel Clutch hold was applied and Alba whined out, trying to grab and pull Hollywood's hands away to no success as her smaller form was struggling underneath her opponent. "Let... go...!" yelled out Garcia, doing her best to fight out, squirming and bucking but finding very little success as she wasn't sure how to break free of the hold that was increasingly hurting her!

[HotWheels]

That scowl told the heavyweight that the whole Hollywood bitch act was pushing all the right buttons. Good. She imagined the drop of her big ass right on top of the smaller Spaniard's back would hit a few more buttons; specifically, the one in her spine. Alba flattened out again beneath her, and with the woman having dropped two and fro between her own stumble and Siren's drop, her chin was looking mighty vulnerable. It turned out the performance center's prodigy was right, and she got both of her strong hands secured around her opponent's jawline.

Once she had the grip, she moved one hand, then the other, to slide each of Alba's arms over one thick thigh. Just like that, the dancer was trapped. She looked flexible, but as Siren looked down at her hair (nice color), she tested that flexibility. She rocked her considerable weight and tugged, earning a demand that she let the smaller woman go. The chick was thrashing her ass off, yeah, but Siren still made a pretty decent seat of her back. "Nah, don't think I will," she said, before leaning down to speak into Alba's ear, pulling back a little more on the Spaniard's neck at the same time so they could see each other. Adding a little sensual weight to the exchange, even if she gave up some of her good positioning and posture to do it. "Could think about it if you ask nicely. Sucks, but I just can't finish the match with somethin' like this."