Dizzy Belti vs Samiya Pedroza (D)

[Liesmith]

Whatever Dizzy was going to call it, Samiya wasn’t losing any sleep over not hearing it. Her grin just widened as she felt the smaller wrestler’s lips and tongue working against her skin before she yanked her opponent away.

Samiya didn’t bother being delicate with Dizzy. She’d just caught the smaller girl by the back of her neck (or possibly her hair, she wasn’t being picky) and her waist, hefted her up and slung her under the ropes head first with all the care she’d take with a bag of dirt.

There was plenty worse coming Dizzy’s way after all, no point in being gentle with her – not that Samiya ever was gentle with her opponents.

Motion caught in the corner of her eye. Her head swiveled about, gaze locking onto a cameraman intent on perhaps getting a little too close – Samiya’s lips peeled back in a snarl that sent the unfortunate soul backpeddling. Then she turned back just in time to catch Dizzy’s foot again, this time with her face.

Well, more the side of her face but minor technical details weren’t really top of Samiya’s mind.

That would be the explosion of stars as the tattooed grappler spun back the other way, sturdy legs at least momentarily turning to wobbly jelly as she staggered like a drunkard.

[BlackAkuma]

The crowd, Angela, and even the referee were shocked that it worked.

But nobody was more than Dizzy herself.

Samiya had been firmly in the driver's seat from the opening bell, clearly having just about every advantage on the Tiny Italian - size, strength, skill, style, you name it. The gap was wide between them, and she’d just kind of accepted that there wasn’t any way to close it until now. A kick in the face was a kick in the face, and Dizzy didn’t exactly have to be a MMA vet to do some real damage with it. Call it a lucky shot, call it seizing the opportunity, whatever the case, she’d made a window to work with.

So. Now what?

”Dizzy, velocemente!” Her mother’s cry was enough to snap her back to reality, making her focus on the situation in front of her: Samiya staggered, stunned, and with her back turned towards her. A more experienced wrestler would’ve had all kinds of moves to use in a situation like this, but all Dizzy could think about was one.

She grabbed the ropes and pulled her way up, hurriedly rising in a mad scramble. Dizzy only took a hot second to gauge the distance, then leaped off the apron, grabbed the back of Samiya’s head as she flew, and attempted to smash her into the floor with a bulldog.

[Liesmith]

Samiya was going to murder Dizzy Belti.

Not because the smaller girl had got in a lucky shot and made her look bad. Though that stung.

Mostly because Samiya had got herself in this situation by playing around with her food when she should have been stomping Dizzy flat. Flatter. Whatever.

So, as her hand caught the edge of the ring to steady herself, Samiya was thinking it was time to stop messing around and, y’know, just get to murdering Dizzy Belti in front of her friends and family. Nothing personal. Just business.

Just as soon as she’d shaken off that kick – Belti might have been petite as hell, but she’d managed to bring enough momentum to the party that size really hadn’t mattered all that much.

And it was about then that Samiya felt a hand grab the back of her head, Dizzy again. She tried to resist but she was off balance, barely braced and still a little shaken from the kick. With the elevation and the running start she imagined Belti’d brought to bear, she didn’t have a chance of even slowing her opponent down.

Going purely on instinct, Samiya threw her hands up to shield her face as the arena floor rocketed up towards her.

She managed but it was cold comfort at best.

Despite Dizzy’s limited poundage, the force of the impact was still enough to bounce the Schoolgirl Assassin back up to a semi-seated sprawl but her glassy eyes and vacant expression told their own story. Samiya swayed a moment before slumping over into a starfished sprawl, her full chest rising and falling as she struggled to stop the dizzying spin of the world above her.

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, god, this woman was going to murder her.

For all her gusto, Dizzy hadn't forgotten what sort of woman she was dealing with here—the one who was far and away stronger than her, the woman with legs like steel, the woman who’d been beating her hither and yon for 95% of this match so far. She was keenly aware that her opponent had been taking it easy on her so far, and that this would likely change drastically and painfully if she gained control of her senses. Therefore, it was in her best interest to make sure that didn’t happen, or at least to delay it as long as possible.

So far, she was on the right track. The bulldog wasn’t a flashy move, but it got the job done, and that job was even more effective on the outside of the ring. Dizzy landed on her side after implanting her opponent’s face into the floor, looking back to see her handiwork and to make sure her opponent wasn’t about to do some kind of crazy zombie rise. No, she was down by the looks of it. Laying there, konked out, maybe having an out-of-body experience. She’d succeeded in the short term, which left one question.

Now what?

”1!”

The referee’s count caught her off guard, a reminder that, no, this wasn’t some sort of hardcore match, and yes, she needed to get her opponent into the ring if she wanted to pick up the win. But how was she supposed to do that, exactly?

”Dizzy, come on, get her up!” She heard and appreciated her Mom’s encouragement, but she felt the woman sometimes forgot how small her daughter was, and that she was dealing with a woman with at least fifty pounds of solid steel over her. She stood up, moved in, and ducked down to pull Samiya by the shoulders, dragging her back to the ring, one agonizing step at a time, nearly tripping her up along the way.

Once she was close, she pulled Samiya’s arm over her shoulder and tried to haul her upwards and onto the apron, with about as much success as you would expect. ”Come on, get up there, get up there...”

”4!”

[Liesmith]

Left flat on her back, staring at the whirl of the lights high above her, any motion from Samiya was seemingly left to subtle twitching at the fingers and the eyes as she struggled to overcome the one-two Belti had just floored her with. Around her, all the noise of the arena was blending into a dull roar of white noise

Dim and distant at the back of her mind was an awareness that she wasn’t in immediate danger of losing out here. Not unless or until Dizzy was able to drag her back into the ring.

The girl herself suddenly swam into view above her, reaching down to fumble at Samiya, eventually managing to heave the larger wrestler off the floor. Samiya didn’t resist (even if she wasn’t exactly helping much either), letting Dizzy heft her up and somehow manoeuvre her over the admittedly short distance to the edge of the apron.

Samiya steadied herself against the ring, aware that putting too much weight on Dizzy was going to drop both women back to the floor. And why would she want to do that when the smaller girl was doing half her work for her? And wearing herself out in the process?

From somewhere deep within, she managed a harsh rasping cackle of a laugh.

”D’you even lift, chica?”

”6!” the referee intoned from somewhere above and behind her. Samiya snickered again.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy couldn't lie, it was tempting, too tempting, to just kick Samiya in the head and take the countout win. Not exactly the most honorable way to go about things, but a win was a win, right? That’s what it would show on her W-L-D, that was all anybody would remember after a month or two. Who’d care?

And there was the problem: Her mother would care—big time. Letting your opponent just rot on the outside and getting the win that way wasn’t an honorable thing to do, wasn’t the Belti way, so it was off limits to her. She needed to get Samiya inside and finish this right.

If only the woman weren’t so heavy—or, instead, if only she weren’t so weak.

Dizzy didn’t regret being born small, but there were days when it was a serious problem, and this was proving to be one of them. Dragging Samiya around felt like pulling a human shaped brick. Maybe even worse, because that wouldn’t have taunted her along the way. ”Funny. Funny.” She groaned, both from the exertion and Samiya’s attempt at humor.

Finally, she got up enough to push the bigger woman under the ropes just as the referee reached the ninth count. She slid in at the last second, only to stay on her hands and knees for a moment as she caught her breath. ”You,’ She had a big exhale. ”Absolutely suck. Seriously.”

Just out of spite, Dizzy pushed her way up, only to hop forward, bring her arm up, and tried to come down on Samiya’s chest with an elbow drop.

[Liesmith]

For all that Samiya was the one laughing, there was a harsh, distinctly sour note to it – jarring, discordant. False.

And, as Dizzy finally summoned up the force and momentum to roll the bigger girl back under the ropes, Samiya’s eyes were narrowed with frosty frustration as she did her best to shake off the two-hit combo that had left her a little more than just plain staggered.

Underneath her composed exterior, she was seething with anger at the turn the match had taken. That this little twerp, barely a wrestler and certainly nothing that should have made Samiya break a sweat, was showing her up.

And, really, because she – Samiya – had let her. Because she’d taken her eye off her actual opponent for two seconds and this was what she got. Because, in some ways, this was her fault.

Hers. Because there was no way that Dizzy Belti got two hits on her and left her sprawling otherwise. No way.

Dizzy herself chose that moment to interrupt Samiya’s spiteful internal monologue, appearing in plain view before going to slam an elbow into the sprawled Samiya’s chest.

Mistake. Samiya might have been stunned, shaken up by the one-two combo of the DDT right after the kick, but she’d been all but fresh before that. Dizzy could throw all the momentum behind her hits she liked but even that could only do so much when the starting position was 100 pounds of bony-ass weakling.

Speaking of which, an elbow drop wasn’t ever going to be fun, Samiya grunting as Dizzy’s elbow speared into the flesh of one of her breasts, but the smaller wrestler had just hopped and dropped. No real speed, not much of a drop, no real momentum to bring the pain.

And it put her right back in Samiya’s grasp as the Schoolgirl Assassin’s big legs went to wrap around her opponent, her ankles snaking together behind Dizzy’s back. Unless the second generation Belti was quick, she’d find those thighs putting a vicious squeeze on her lower ribs, the pressure rising fast as Samiya brought her power to bear.

No words, just an equally vicious snarl twisting her lips.

[BlackAkuma]

A bath. A nice, hot bath.

That was going to be the first thing on Dizzy’s agenda the moment she got back home. She wasn’t going to have a shower in the LAW locker room, as much as her mother wanted her to bond with other wrestlers and as much as she enjoyed the potential of hanging around other women in various states of undress. No, she would go home, draw a tube of steaming water, maybe throw in one of those fru-fru bath salts her mother loved, and just soak until it got cold. After a day like this, a match like this? Oh, she’d earned.

Of course, she still needed to get to that point, but she felt she was decently along her way. After getting Samiya’s statuesque body back in the ring, Dizzy made her way inside and went for the followup, dropping that elbow right on her opponent’s thick chest. Got her on one of the tits, too, that had to suck, not that she could relate. Now, she could move onto something a little more substantial, like-

”Huh?”

Dizzy’s eyes widened as Samiya’s legs sprang like a mousetrap, coming around her flanks and pulling her in tight, the beginnings of a bodyscissor. She tried to pull away, but it was far too late. The ankles clasped, the muscles cut deep into her ribs, and she suddenly found herself trapped between two iron pillars, the hardest she’d encountered since Millicent’s. Maybe even worse, in some ways - the German’s thighs were bigger, but Samiya’s smaller ones seemed to cut deeper, the same pressure with less area, making for a deadlier pressure.

The first thing that came out Dizzy’s lips was a lustful moan. This was her cup of tea, after all. But horniness made for a poor anesthetic, and pain was rapidly becoming more than she could stand, even with a pair of hot thighs around her waist. A pained, breathless cry came out and Dizzy tried to twist away and pull towards the ropes, desperately reaching out for her lifeline.

[Liesmith]

Samiya was usually pretty proud of her boobs. Sure, she had to take… precautions if she wanted to do anything acrobatic but that was a small price to pay.

On the other hand, there were moments when someone stuffed an elbow into them. Luckily, Dizzy hadn’t exactly got the weight or the momentum to really make it hurt but still – ow!

It was tempting to think the little witch was jealous but, if she was honest, right then Samiya wouldn’t have minded being a bit flatter either.

Speaking of flatter (and payback)…

Right now, Samiya was doing her best to drop Dizzy down a dress size or two, not that the scrawny little twit needed it given the ex-gymnast’s spectacular thighs were each bigger around than Belti’s already tiny waist.

There was something kinda satisfying about it though, seeing the smaller girl writhing, hearing her gasping for air in the muscular vice currently tightening around her. Recrossing her ankles, Samiya bore down harder, haunches tensing as she ratcheted her hold tighter and tighter.

Definitely satisfying.

Dizzy chose that moment to try and throw herself toward the ropes – no. Samiya snarled, curling her lip to bare sharp white teeth, before jerking her hips up and over, going to slam the smaller wrestler down on the mat with a heavy thud.

[BlackAkuma]

Was Dizzy a masochist? Yes. There were few things that put her in utter bliss like having a strong, powerful dominating her, wrapping her up with killer thighs and giving her a good squeeze. She lived for that, it was the main reason she had gotten down with this LAW thing, and in most circumstances, this would’ve nothing but heaven for her.

On the other hand, tone accounted for a lot of things. Too much of a good thing could be a bad thing, and that was precisely what Dizzy was experiencing right now - Samiya wasn’t being coy, she wasn’t out to have, she wasn’t toying with her like a toy or anything she could get into. No, this woman was simply out to cause her pain, and wow, was she doing a good job of it.

Dizzy let out an agonized groan as her escape efforts were brought to a painful halt, her body hammered into the canvas with dull thud. That avenue was gone, and she searched her wrestling repertoire for anything and everything that could get her out of this - nothing came to mind, and when she looked over to her mother’s concerned face, she knew there was only one real option.

Screw it.

Dizzy brought her hand up and tapped out, slapping Samiya’s iron thighs with frantic pats. ”All right, all right! I give! Let up!”