Troublemakers

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy found herself laying on the mat of LAW’s sparring ring, staring up at the ceiling. While she was dressed to exercise, wearing her tight red top and tighter black shorts, she was missing the rather crucial element from the last time she’d been here - namely, her favorite sparring partner, the Hollywood Siren. She still had tingly feelings thinking about the last time they’d trained together in this ring, how fun it had been, how much she’d enjoyed rubbing up against the bigger woman, how much she’d actually learned in the process. It had been a good time all around, right up until her mother had to step in and ruin the whole scene.

Now, she was back, with no Alicia Soto. No big, busty, fun-loving Californian to play around with. Much less thrilling, there. No, instead she was set up by her mother, through the Young Lions program, to face another rookie in a sparring match. Someone she hadn't met, someone she had no clue about. Her mother hadn't even stayed to watch it - no, she dropped her off for the day and scooted off, having some contract business to take care of with LAW’s main office.

As such, Dizzy was left here, just waiting for her opponent to show up, whoever that was, so they could have some stupid play-match. Someone going by the name of ‘Tanner Del Rio’ - it sounded a little familiar, but she couldn't put a name to it and she didn’t care to devote much thought to remembering.

Dizzy had come a little early and spent some time getting her stretch on, but the longer this went, the more bored she got. Whoever tis person was, maybe she could talk with them, get them to just blow this off and go their separate ways. It was a Saturday, the day still had a few hours in it, and there were some fun places Dizzy could duck in until her mother got back, then make up any story she wanted. Easy.

For now, though, she just sat back in the center of the ring, kicking her legs up and listening to some lo-fi tracks while she waited. The sooner this was over, the better.

It's Dizzy!

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[FreestylePoet]

Tanner Del Rio hated classwork. She hated it when she was in school, and against every damn instinct in her body, she signed herself up for more fucking school. Guess what came with that? Right. More classwork. Most of the time, Tanner was fine ditching class as long as Corrine didn't nag her too much. Every few weeks, though, the dickweeds in charge of the joint would march her down to their office. They'd jabber on and on about how important of an opportunity the YL program was, and then they'd give her an ultimatum: Do some stupid busywork or get kicked out.

Well. Today's assignment wasn't so bad. Most of the time, it was to watch the weekly show and come back with a review, or to do a several-hour workshop with one of their jankiest trainers. This time, though? Apparently, all they wanted her to do was fight. Which was what Tanner came to LAW to do anyway. Roll around with hot chicks and smash dumb ones into the canvas.

Tanner Del Rio, but pretend she's green :)

She tapped her keycard outside the door, and with a little beep, Tanner was allowed into the Young Lioness gym. Little Red Riding Hood, meet Big Bad Gator. Or not. Taking another look at this chick, big and bad didn't seem all that necessary. Tanner had seen her around and, honestly, the thought had crossed her mind. Just one word, in passing: Would.

"Yo. Uh, Ditzy, right?" Maybe that was her name. Maybe not. Tanner stepped into the ring and looked her fellow Young Lioness up and down, not caring about how thirsty she might've looked. "I'm hopin' you won't make this too hard on either of us. We can get this spar over with and enjoy ourselves, get what I mean?

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy’s first thought on seeing Tanner was a simple one: ”Ugh, thank god you’re a girl.”.

It had occurred to while she waited that she didn’t know nearly enough about non-Italian names to say whether or not Tanner was a guy or a girl’s, and there was a possibility she would have to spend the next however-many-minutes rolling around with a guy. It wouldn’t be the end of the world, but she had kind of already had a match with a guy once this month, when she took on Gold Ace. She made peace with the fact that she’d have to wrestle the opposite sex sooner or later, but she was trying to keep that sort of thing to a minimum if she could help it.

Dizzy’s second thought on seeing Tanner was also a simple one: ”Oh, thank god you’re a hot girl.”.

While Dizzy preferred her women on the thicker side and over six feet tall, it wasn’t like she was super strict about her attractions, in the same way that preferring steak didn’t mean you turned down chicken. Tanner had a good body going, nice and athletic, showing it off well in that workout suit. More important than that, Dizzy could tell from her first words that the two of them were on the same page, or at least in the same chapter. She could work with this. She looked a little familiar, too, though Dizzy couldn't quite place it at the moment.

”Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.” She smirked and pushed her way up to her feet, standing as tall as she could get. While Tanner still had a good five inches on her, she’d put in some good work in the gym over the past few weeks, and her body wasn’t half bad to show off. “Dizzy. Ciao, bella, nice meeting you. And I can go however you. I’m flexible.” She arched her back, emphasizing the point.

”You’re the senior, you lead, I’m with you. What are the rules? Standard stuff, or…” She let her voice trail off, curious to see where Tanner would go.

[FreestylePoet]

Right, right. Dizzy, not Ditzy. Short for, ah, De... Des... Desmond...? Or some shit? Tanner didn't really care. Ditzy it was, at least until Tanner was calling her "my girl." A low purr rumbled in the back of Tanner's throat as she watched Dizzy stretch herself. She stalked towards the other woman. That arch of her back. The effortless way she slipped in and out of... Italian, was it? And of course, asking what sort of spar they'd have, with that little bit of vocal fry at the end. Tanner knew when someone wanted her -- and frankly, who wouldn't?

"That's right, I am the senior here, aren't I?" For once, an upside of getting stuck in LAW's developmental division for God knows how long. "Gonna call me senpai, too? Hear some girls are into that." she teased, flashing her fellow Young Lioness a wide, cheeky grin. Her tongue peeked out between those sharp rows, just for good measure.

Then she sidled up behind Dizzy and started to massage the girl's shoulders. Just to help her loosen up before the spar, of course. "Buuut, since you're asking, I feel like I should be nice, you know?" Tanner leaned ever so slightly towards Dizzy. "I feel like I should work on what my new kouhai needs to learn. So?" she asked. "Why don'tcha tell me what you want tonight?" After all, Tanner was confident how tonight was gonna go. Without the fun of a hunt, she at least wanted to hear the other girl say it.

[BlackAkuma]

Even in LAW, there was always a risk that this sort of thing could blow up in her face. Dizzy was used to casting a wide net when it came to flirting, trying it with just about every lovely lady she came across, and while she’d had quite a few hits in her time, she would be lying if she said there weren’t some monumental misses. Came with the territory, and she’d learned to accept it, refusing to let it get her down.

But it was nice, always nice, when her attention was returned by someone willing to give as much as she got, and she was pretty happy to see that was the case here. Ms. Tanner wanted to play.

Dizzy closed one eye and gave a sly look towards her sparring partner as the woman approached, but her eyebrow popped when she caught sight of something…off. Something weird with her mouth. It was hard to be sure at first, but as she grew closer and the picture grew clearer…

She waited momentarily, letting Tanner do her thing with the massage and whispering. The girl had a husky voice that gave Dizzy the shivers, tingled her in all the right places, but she couldn't help but look over her shoulder as her deft hands went to work.

”Okay, time out.” Dizzy’s curiosity got the better of her and pulled away. She spun about on her heel, leaned forward and squinted, staring at Tanner’s face - or, more specifically, her mouth - trying to make sure she wasn’t crazy and was actually seeing what she thought she saw. ”We can get to the kinky stuff in a moment, but, uh…can you open your mouth for a sec? I want to see something.”

[FreestylePoet]

Corrine might describe what was happening here as a bit of verbal fencing. Dancing around each other's words, move and countermove, blah blah blah... Now, Tanner? Oh, she just called it game. Both of them had it, both of them used it. They had their styles, and Tanner knew that hers would leave Dizzy wanting more in no time at all. Still, it was fun to have someone down to dance with her.

And Dizzy had good taste, to booth.

"Hm? Oh, you wanna see the moneymakers, huh?" Granted, Tanner made plenty of dosh with the rest of her these days, but it was always nice to play the old hits. "Be my guest." She reached up and hooked a finger into the inside of her cheek. Then she smiled wide, pulling back one lip to show Dizzy the well-manicured sharps that ran across her entire mouth. Tanner even leaned and craned her head to help Dizzy get as good a look as she wanted.

"Whaddaya think? I used to run with a circus. Not to get all in the sappy shit before we rock this ring, but they're the reason I'm so amped up to show these pearly whites to ya." Tanner chuckled. "But don't worry. They don't hurt." Then she dropped her voice, eager to pull Dizzy right back in. "Not unless one of us wants 'em to."

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy was well-traveled, especially for her age, having seen most of Europe and traveled to every continent save for Antarctica. She figured there wasn’t too much that could surprise her anymore, not a whole lot that could get a ‘Wow’ out of her, but she had to change that opinion when Tanner opened her mouth and revealed a full set of gator teeth.

”Hoooooooooooly shit, that is wicked! She looked on in awe and dipped from side to side, getting a view from different angles. It didn’t look like she’d filed them down, either. All naturals in there.

She pouted, a little disappointed when she said they wouldn’t hurt, only to light back up when Tanner gave her the punchline. ”Promises, promises.” She chewed on her lip, as her imagination ran wild. It wasn’t a major thing for her, but she liked a little bite now and then, and she had lots of ideas on where those teeth could sink into.

Yeah. She was adequately hyped, now.

”Alright, sempai.” She hopped on the ring apron and rolled her way in under the bottom rope, only to pop up near the center. ”How about we make it a little spicy? Play for submission. Best two out of three?”

Notably, she left out exactly how to get those submissions.

[FreestylePoet]

It had taken a while for Tanner to learn how to not hurt someone with her teeth. After all, her whole schtick back at the roundtop was that "nothing was inedible for The Indelible Tanner!" Even that had only had her gnaw on some wood or hard fruit here or there, but still. A full force chomp would send anyone to the ER. It was important, though, that she learn restraint. Countless dumbshit kids wanted to put their arm in her mouth, and as cute as some of them were, Tanner really wanted to oblige. Besides, it'd be a pain for the whole tent if people saw their performers as freaks.

All that to say: Yeah. Tanner could use her teeth just right if a kinky bitch wanted her to. And it seemed like Dizzy was game.

One thing before the next, though. She grinned at her underclassman. "Submission, huh? Alright. Let's do it." Tanner followed Dizzy into the ring, then rolled her neck and shoulders out. "Collar and elbow," she said, sliding into the requisite form. "It'll let us start nice and easy, then we can see what ya get down to... Maybe I can say a thing or two about your form."

[BlackAkuma]

As partial as Dizzy was to the larger ladies, having the proper attitude was a major plus in her book, and Tanner’s was already working for her. It was always fun to throw some teases around, and when the other person was game and threw a few back, it was even better. She was curious to see how long they could walk the tightrope before one of them fell off.

Also, yeah, those teeth. Dizzy was already imagining all the places they could sink into…

”Nice and easy. Right.” Dizzy skipped over and dropped into her grappling stance, wiggling her fingers as she leaned forward. ”Ready to go. Tre, due…”

Dizzy came in with arms up and met Tanner for the collar-and-elbow, locking horns as her mother had shown her a thousand times. Here, however, she made sure to lean in more, briing her head next to Tanner’s, just close enough to let her lips press against the woman’s neck. Maybe on purpose, maybe by accident.

…okay, yeah, it was on purpose, who was she kidding?

[FreestylePoet]

Tanner smirked as the two of them got down to business. Playing teacher was fun; what red-blooded wrestler wouldn't love a chance to toss around some wrestling noob? That was the mindset that fueled most of her YL spars, anyway, but this one was a little different. If Dizzy was a fan of being ragdolled, then that would be a different story, but until then, they could take it slow. Really feel each other out. She cinched her grip fully, then started sidestepping into a wide circle, getting a feel for Dizzy's strength. Sooner or later, she'd go into a half-speed Gator Roll or something and see what Dizzy had going for her on the gr--

A little peck on Tanner's pulse point sent her brain into a tizzy. It was the briefest of smooches, more a brush than anything, but the memory was left behind in goosebumps and upright hairs. Tanner found herself missing Dizzy's lips as soon as they left her skin. Every breath that Dizzy left from there was like a branding iron across that kiss-shaped wet spot on her neck.

"What... language is that?" she sighed, her voice coming from low in her throat. Tanner's brain was stuck between memories of how to work a lockup and the dozens of foreign languages she'd heard back in the circus. "Heard it before... I think, but I dunno."