The Education of Desdemona Belti - Part 1: Lacramioara Albescu

[DSX93]

”Right, no pressure. Just sex.”

Alix laid a hand on Dizzy's shoulder and flashed a reassuring smile. "I think you're gonna do great, Dizzy. Really. You've already got a great foundation. The first step here is dipping your toes in that water and figuring out your style. It might not happen in this first match, or your second, or the third, or so forth. It took me a while to get settled with that, so don't feel bad if it turns out to be a slow process. It'll happen."

The Young Lioness took a deep breath. Calmed her nerves. And then she spoke again.

”It probably won’t be the last time I say this, but…thank you. Thank you both for setting all this up and bringing me in. It means so much, and I…” Tears were welling in her eyes. Alix stepped forward and was about to give her a hug when she wiped them away. ”Sorry, getting mushy. To business, andiamo.” Bounced on her heels, loosened up her shoulders, and put her game face on. ”Do I meet my opponent now, or should we wait until the ring?”

Ionia turned in the direction her wife was off at and called out, "Dear? Dizzy would like to meet you." No response. "Hmm. Excuse me for one moment, please." Ionia went over to the side room, and seeing that neither she nor Nyx were there, asked a few of the remaining workers finishing up about her location, figuring that she already knew -- and she did -- but wanting to verify. After receiving word that she was off to make a few final preparations for the match, she returned to Alix and Dizzy. "To answer your question, Dizzy, she will be meeting you in the ring. I assure you that her intention is not to slight you; she likes to create an air of mystery. I am certain that the two of you will get along swimmingly."

Alix gave an affirmative nod and turned to Dizzy. "How do you feel, sweetie? Ready?"

[BlackAkuma]

”La. Cra. Mio. Ara. Lacramioara. Lacramioara.”

Dizzy repeated the name under her breath a few times as Ionia went off to check on her wife, making sure she’d gotten the pronunciation just right, not wanting to botch it. Getting that sort of thing wrong had always been a little pet peeve of hers, even when she was little, and it was part of the reason she got people to start calling her by a shorter, easier riff on her real name. Better they call her something silly than constantly stumble over themselves.

She was still doing it when Ionia came back and explained everything, and she nodded along - yeah, that was fine. As much as she wanted to meet her opponent, it could wait for the ring, keep her reactions fresh - anyone who could have had someone like this as their partner had to be some kind of amazing herself. Dizzy was already putting together her mental picture of what she was like, and she was eager to see how well it matched up to reality.

”The air of mystery’s working. I’m super-intrigued.” She nodded back, then spun about to Alix for her question. Simple as it was, it actually took her a good moment of thought to piece it together.

”I feel…” Her eyes ran across the ceiling, as if the right words were painted up there. ”Butterflies in the stomach? I think that’s the right saying. Definitely feeling butterflies.” She gave her gut a good pat, as if that might settle them down. It didn’t. ”But I’m good. I’ll be good. This’ll be something special, I can feel it.”

She bounced on her heels a couple of times and threw Dizzy two thumbs up, firing with both barrels. ”I’m ready, Allie. Let’s do it.”

[DSX93]

It was nice to see the girl trying to get the name right, Ionia thought. But considering that she's been working with "Desdemona Belti" from birth, it stands to reason that she got into the habit after so many people had certainly gotten hers wrong. She certainly understood: Her father had Apollinare Vaccarino, and to this day, her wife remains the only non-Italian she knows of with whom he didn't have it shortened to Apollo. The dear woman had spent time practicing before she introduced the two.

...

Butterflies. But Dizzy was ready. Both women regarded her with a smile in the face of her enthusiasm. It had Alix raring to get this underway herself.

"Alrighty!" She clapped her hands together. "I'll head out and get the fans warmed up. I'll be introducing your first. And you are absolutely right: This is going to be a night to remember! See you out there!" And off she went, with a bounce to her step.

Ionia saw her off with a quiet chuckle. "Indeed, it'll be quite interesting to see how this 'After Dark' venture develops." Then she turned to Dizzy before continuing. "I should be off to find my seat. Perhaps one of these nights, when you've reached the potential that Alix sees in you, it will be the two of us in that ring. Finché non ci incontreremo di nuovo, Dizzy."

...

Originally, Alix was going to make her entrance without any music, not wanting to take too much attention away from Dizzy's maiden voyage with her usual walkout. But she had it recommended to her that she come out to something. In the end, after a spooky girls' night in with Reine, she had

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZAqs7yG3HQ

It was perfect, thematic not only to the show's name, but also the locale, and it didn't call for too much flair or pomp and circumstance.

Dim the arena lights, get some bright ones and some smoke going on behind the curtain, and pull it. As was the case with her entrance when she was competing, her form would be visible, but not her features. After Dark's creator would step out, one leg in front of the other like the model she used to be, to absolutely electric fanfare. She would wave to the fans and blow kisses, but along with the walk, and of course, the dress, she wouldn't get any more showy than that.

After stepping into the ring, an assistant would hand her a microphone. Alix would wait until the crowd quieted down before she spoke into it. "Hello, Darklings!" A nice pop, and a pause. "Yessiree! It's little 'ole me, that gal with the shape that drives people ape! A cock of the hip to put some more of the leg displayed by the high slit of her dress out there, then a little forward bend to show off some more mouthwatering cleavage and punctuate the statement. "Alix Jacques, but you could call me Alvira, Hostess of After Dark, where the freaks that hide during the day come out to play! And sweeties, there's no need to worry about it: It'll be our little secret!" Alix would raise a finger to her lips.

Indeed, outside of this crowd -- every member of whom had signed an NDA before being allowed to attend -- and LAW officials, no one would know of what happened during tonight's show unless they purchased the subscription on the website. No broadcast. No streams. Straight to video.

Up in the stands,

who had garnered plenty of fame in Japan herself, watching with a more personal interest in the goings-on.

"Introducing first, from the lovely nation of Italy! A sweet, petite treat who stands at five-one and weighed in at one hundred and eleven pounds! Put your hands together and give a warm welcome to..." Alvira would point to the stage. "Desdemonaaaaa Beltiiiiii!"

Italian to English Translation

"Finché non ci incontreremo di nuovo, Dizzy." -- "Until we meet again, Dizzy."

[BlackAkuma]

A few minutes later, Dizzy was still buzzing from meeting Ionia and feeling the weight of everything coming down on her. The woman’s parting words stuck with her—she talked about her ‘potential’ and the possibility of them meeting again as competitors. It seemed like a crazy thing to fathom. Her, this tiny puppy of a woman, while Ionia was a full-grown Great Dane. Towering and proud, so strong, sure of herself and every word she spoke. How was she supposed to reach that level?

But then, that was why she was here, right? And that was the great thing about wrestling with sex. It was all about how she carried her and played the game. Her size didn’t matter as much. Hell, if she played it right, it could be an asset.

And she didn’t fail to notice Ionia speaking her Italian, either, with the accent you typically only heard from a native speaker. She made a mental note to remember that the next time they crossed paths…

But all those thoughts - sexy, sensual thoughts - would have to wait. Ionia wasn’t her opponent tonight; Lacriomiora was, and it was time for the main event to start.

From the shadows, Dizzy watched as Alix did her thing, going into this wild introduction and playing up the theme. It took everything she had not to laugh and throw the whole thing off. One of the things she loved most about her mentor was how unserious she was - even in her short time in LAW, and she’d come across way too many wrestlers who took hentai wrestling so seriously, who were all about the art, who were…well, like her mother. With Allie, though, it was all fun, win or lose, and that kind of attitude did wonders to keep Dizzy mellowed out. ”Wow, she is born for this…”

She took the gawking face off and put on something more appropriate for her introduction, tepidly stepping out with wandering eyes, playing into the Little Girl Lost act. It wasn’t all that hard for her. She’d used similar tactics to rope in dates before, using her look to sell the innocence factor with her more dominating dates. The hesitant look, the nervous steps, starting to bite her fingernails, but stopping herself short at the last second, it all came together to paint a lovely picture.

She was alone. She was lost. She was helpless. She was hunted…

Dizzy gave a shy wave to the audience and made her way into the ring, rolling under the ropes. She popped to her feet and skipped over to her corner, where she turned and anxiously awaited her opponent. She had a mental image of Ionia’s wife, and she couldn't wait to see if it matched reality.

[DSX93]

Ooh, yeah, Dizzy is really going be one to watch out for when her ring skills improve. Such a spectacular presentation -- if this was a set, the director would have loved her. And the things she can do with those hands and that cute little mouth of hers especially would've made her a hit in the Lesbian genre. An absolute joy to watch with the realness she'd be bring into it. And speaking of "real", the act and the reality -- that of the innocent, lost, vulnerable girl, and the naughty, kinky little minx -- would get her plenty of work just from those dynamics alone.

Combine that with some good know-how of working her way around the grappling game, and look out, LAW! Alix put her hands together as well as one could with a microphone in one of them, in unison with the welcoming crowd.

"And her opponent, coming straight out of Traaansylvania...!" Alix began, pronouncing "Transylvania" with a cadence typical of a narrator describing the details of a spooky story in front of a campfire. "A sanguine rose who stands at five feet and five inches tall, and weighing in at one hundred and thirty pounds, Lacraaaamioaraaaaa Albescu!"

Cue the

https://youtu.be/suZWmWjv6co?t=3

Red lighting covered the stage area just in front of the curtain as it filled with smoke. Thicker than what Alix utilized for her entrance, keeping the visage of Dizzy's opponent blocked entirely until she emerged from it in perfect timing with Erin Welton's ethereal wails. Lacramioara's aura was a brush that painted the complete opposite picture of Dizzy's. Her red eyes stared dead ahead with every poised, sure step she took to the ring, the smooth smile of a woman who just opened the door and started on her way towards a hot, steamy night in bed adorning her delicate features. Her attention was undivided, held by nothing and no one else but Little Red Riding Hood.

Upon reaching the ring, she stepped over to the side to climb the steel stairs, stopping at the middle of the apron. She stood with one leg crossed in front of the other, presenting a perfect side angle. Her every move was deliberate: She brushed her skirt away from the leg that faced Dizzy before she lifted and extended it, taking her time getting it through the ropes. It was a mouthwatering sight and she knew that fact well, having absolute certainty that Dizzy would agree.

After stepping through, she would approach her, a glint in her eyes hinting at an appraisal that had already been made. "A pleasure to lay eyes on you at last, Desdemona Belti." She began, extending a hand. "I hope the same can be said of yours on me."

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy’s mind had wandered, as it often did, trying to create a mental image of what Ionia’s wife looked like, creating a mental image based on nothing but inference and horniness. Given the whole vibe of the place and the mistress’ gothic theme, the consensus was that of your typical goth. Maybe someone around her own size, maybe a little taller. Leather? Definitely. Black lipstick, pale makeup. Maybe dressed up like the brides of Dracula from that so-so Van Helsing movie. She’d watched that a lot when she was little, especially the scenes with them in it. That’d be a treat.

What she got in reality was about what she expected…and yet, so far off the mark.

Dizzy looked on as what she could only describe as ghost music began to play, followed by a billowing, ethereal cloud across the floor. The woman herself emerged a moment later, and the tiny Italian’s jaw dropped a few inches at the sight - positively mesmerizing. She seemed to float towards the ring, her feet not even touching the floor underneath the fog, and the look of baffled awe on Dizzy’s face wasn’t a complete act. Ionia had been an intimidating presence, but Lacramiora was a hypnotic visage, with a gaze that made the fine hairs of her skin stand straight.

Dizzy still played her part, bringing her hands to mouth for a nervous nibble as this predator slid into the ring, giving her a perfect view of her tempting legs in the process. Keeping her lust at bay was a true challenge, but she kept it on a leash for the moment, and took hesitant steps forward when her opponent extended her hand.

There were a thousand ways she would’ve responded to Lacramioara if she hadn't been playing a role, but she saved them for later. Instead, she reached out, took the Transylvanian’s hand, and kissed her flawless skin sheepishly, all while her eyes stayed locked on the woman’s gaze, utterly transfixed. ”I might, yes.” She took a quick step away, as if her foe might strike at any given second, and chewed at her lip.

”Will you…” Her voice trailed off for a second as she dared to look at her foe’s sumptuous chest, only to snap back into focus. ”Will you be gentle with me, miss?”

[DSX93]

Desdemona played her part well. So well that Lacramioara suspected that veneer of innocence and vulnerability was one that she put forth often. And with that thought, she would wonder: How long would it take to make it fall apart?

It wouldn't be too long, she could tell. The eyes are a window to the soul, and in Desdemona's she saw a well of desire. Plenty of what Lacramioara considers the best kind of lust; being so taken with someone that their very visage enthralls you. Tells you that, to them, you're something out of a whole new world.

Her opponent took a step back, her voice sounding almost fearful as she asked of her intentions for this match. Would she be gentle? Should she?

"That's the question. Will I?" Lacramioara crossed her arms beneath her breasts, bringing them closely enough together to push the goods together and offer Desdemona a more mouthwatering sight to enjoy as she feigned being in thought of the matter. One elbow would be perched atop her hand, an index finger and thumb raised to her chin and her eyes towards the sky. "Ce să fac? Oh, dulce Desdemona, ce să fac cu tine?" After a moment of pretend ponderance, the brunette would have her attention again.

"But I think the real question is, 'Should I be treated gently?"

Lacramioara would begin to circle the "sweet petite treat", as "Alvira" called her, stepping around her at a leisurely pace, like she had nothing to fear from her. "You look like such a sweet little thing. But when I look into your eyes, I see hints of mischief. Like the wolf has devoured the girl and assumed her form to lure in the next unwitting meal; I sense trouble in you, dear Desdemona." The vampiric vixen would come to a stop directly behind her and raise her hands to her shoulders. One would rest in place, and with the other she'd slide a thumb along the buckle that held her cloak together, with the rest of her soft fingers moving smoothly across her chest. Along the collar bone, and just below it. That hand would stop in just the right spot...

"And trouble makes me..." Then it would slide right up to her neck, squeezing down at the sides with just the right amount of pressure. Lacramioara wanted it to hurt a little. Get the adrenaline going. Alix hadn't delved too deeply into the details of the night they'd spent together, but enough was said for her to know that she'd appreciate this. She leaned in close and let out a low, breathy hiss. Enough to reveal the presence of the Beast, but not so much that it would say that it escaped its cage.

And then she'd pull her head back, clearing her throat as if recovering from some faux pas and ceasing the choke. "Excuse me." Her fingers would begin work on that buckle, taking their time. "When trouble is too plentiful in supply..." And in timing with it being undone, she would continue..."It can make a Beast of me." To demonstrate, Lacramioara, at the word "Beast", would tear the now untethered cloak off of her and fling it to the side to land wherever it may.

Would she get that reference?

Lacramioara would circle her again. "You aren't planning on giving me any trouble..." Stopping to stand in front of her, reaching out to gently grasp her chin between her index finger and thumb. She wanted another look into the Lightweight's eyes, and she didn't want her to turn away. "Are you, Dizzy?" Her smile was equal parts warm and threatening, like she was the wolf in human form.

Off to the side, Alix was watching everything unfold with a smile, taking her leave of the ring.

Enjoy, sweetie.

Romanian to English Translation

"Ce să fac? Oh, dulce Desdemona, ce să fac cu tine?" -- "What to do? Oh, sweet Desdemona, what shall I do with you?"

[BlackAkuma]

There were times when Dizzy considered getting into acting, though she’d never entertained those thoughts for longer than, say, two minutes. It was a little more work than she’d like to put into thing, memorizing a script and showing up for rehearsals. She probably could’ve found some acting coach to help her out, even as she and her mom traveled around the world, but it was just never meant to be.

Even still, she’d picked up certain skills from leading a highly duplicitous lifestyle, keeping things from her mother, and impressing many women. The right way to stand, where to look and not to look, milking the image of the helpless little lost girl. She might not have had a script, but she knew the right words to say. They were on the same page.

Dizzy, the innocent, sweet, petite little-girl-lost, helpless, and hapless.

Lacramioara, the starving huntress, eager to play with her meal.

They were a perfect match, and when she looked back into these dark, foreboding eyes, she could see a woman more than willing to lean into things. Dizzy shivered as thunder rumbled outside, making the walls quake with perfect timing. She stayed in place at the center of the ring, refusing to move, even as the vampiric vixen stalked around her, looking her over from head to toe, inspecting her with excited eyes rife with lust. It wasn’t how she was used to being looked at. Her scrawny body rarely drew much attention, and her personality did most of the legwork. But this was a welcome change, and it made her curious to know what plans were swirling around in this woman’s head.

Dizzy had to bite her lip to hold a gasp in as Lacramioara moved in from behind and let her hands roam along her body. The woman had a surprisingly soft, supple touch, gentle but firm - even though she was barely holding her, it felt like she couldn't pull away. This woman was far from the biggest she’d ever come across, a far cry from her wife’s overwhelming size, but she felt real power when those hands came to her neck and squeezed. Just enough to hurt. Just enough to make breathing a little difficult. Dizzy’s hands rose in reflex, her body responding against a threat to the most vulnerable spot, but she willed her arms to relax.

The hiss in her ears tickled the skin. The hot breath crept over her pores. The fingers, the claws, closed around her neck, cold and inviting simultaneously. Dizzy was no stranger to a little roleplay in the bedroom, but this was next level.

Dizzy kept her demons in check as her cloak was flung off, and the vampiress moved in front of her, gazing her way with those mesmerizing eyes. The room was already dark, lit only by the candles and the occasional flicker of lightning. Still, Lacriomara seemed darker than she had any right to be as if the shadows gathered around like the darkness was a robe she could wear at will.

She didn’t resist when that hand came out to seize her chin, didn’t dare pull away from the magnetic touch, and her eyes looked up at the devilish beauty with a mix of fear and awe. Feigned on both parts, but not by a great amount, all while she pondered the best way to go about things from here. As tempting as it was just to let this woman ravish her, and as likely as that was to happen, anyway, this was still a match. Ostensibly, she was supposed to be putting up a fight.

”I guess we’ll see.” She gave Lacramioara one final gaze, looking up and down the devilish damsel’s body, before she stepped away and began to circle, bringing her arms up as she paced about the ring. She was careful not to commit to anything just yet, not wanting to rush into an uncertain situation, not matter how tempting the pot at the end of the rainbow was. She needed to feel this out. Build the tension.

[DSX93]

Eveline likes them older. Bigger. Powerful. Enthralling men and women like her wife and driving them to their knees before her was the sort of dominance that she loved. But the thing that Lacramioara and Dizzy had going...this roleplay that goes beyond that of the typical Dominant and submissive, how she so readily indulged her gimmick...

And what a way to do it. Even Mother Nature herself was into this; the timing of that thunder was at a cinematic level of perfection.

Besides, smaller doesn't mean worthless. Proving that is a part of the fun. And she was certain that Dizzy was going to find some clever way of doing that herself. Particularly with that tongue, if her match with Gabriel Vinlee was any indication.

Indeed, let's see what you can do with the tools you have on hand, Desdemona Belti.

Lacramioara eyed her closely as the two circled the center of the ring. The bite-sized cutie had the right mindset going into this match. Oh so eager, eyes looking her up and down. But just as much, if not a little less, to find a spot. She knew the weight that one wrong move could put on her. So it was going to be up to the vampiress to make the first move.

First, she'd break this rhythm, standing still with her arms raised in an inviting position for a tie-up.

[BlackAkuma]

You could tell a lot about a wrestler from the way they moved. Dizzy was no expert, but she had grown up with wrestlers her life, born and raised by one of the best, so she knew experience when saw it. More than enough to know that, even if you took away all the finery and pitted the two of them against each other in the most vanilla of matches, Lacramioara would still have the goods on her more often than not. There was a practiced ease to the way she moved, the kind of calm assuredness that only comes from years between the ropes.

Not that Dizzy was intimidated. Or, then, maybe she was - but intimidation wasn’t a bad thing. Not today. Her fine hairs stood at attention, goosebumps all over, eager to see what this woman could do to her if she were even given half a chance.

Dizzy wouldn’t have to wait for long. She kept her distance as they circled each other, taking care never to get too close, knowing that her opponent would have to be the one to kick this off. After all, the rabbit didn’t chase after the wolf and the gazelle didn’t hunt down the lion. Sure enough, the predator sought out the prey and came forward with open arms, initiation the lock-up, far too close to be avoided.

Dizzy’s training took hold. Solid stance, planted feet, weight in full control, all things that her mother had implanted her the moment she started training. It was probably the only thing that would keep Lacramioara from overrunning her in seconds, but even so, she knew her work was cut out for her. She would be pushed back. She expected it.

Didn’t mean she couldn't have fun, though. As their bodies collided and began to vie for position, Dizzy buried her face into her opponent’s shoulder, hiding in the shadows of her dark tresses, while she let out a series of mewling moans. To the outside world, it would’ve looked like she was struggling. But on closer inspection…

Licks. Quick, teasing licks against Lacramioara’s neck. Nothing too hot yet, trying to work her up and getting an early taste to whet both appetites. Her special way of saying hello.