Colpo di Fulmine

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy came to with a sudden jerk.

She’d been blissfully dreaming on the canvas, wrapped up in her fantasies, happily bouncing from dream to dream, when reality summoned her back all at once. She sat up so fast that it made her neck hurt, and she winced as she rubbed it and blinked, trying to take in her surroundings. Looking left and right and left again, she reflexively searched for Elvira, expecting her to be preparing for her next move, but no - she was nowhere to be seen. It was just her and Alix and the empty ring.

What a woman.

Dizzy closed her eyes and flopped back on the canvas, where she took a moment to run her tongue along her lips and enjoy the last few remnants of Elvira’s taste. She sniffed deep, enjoying her lingering scent, then let it all go with a rueful sigh. Her body was missing this woman already.

”Allie, I just had the most amazing dream.” She stretched out on the canvas and tried to get all the lingering pains out. ”Jessica Rabbit came out of nowhere, wrestled me, and sat on my face. Crazy, right?”

She chuckled at the mental image, but it wasn’t too far from reality, was it? She’d had more than a few late-night fantasies about that exact thing, too. Who Framed Roger Rabbit? was one of her favorite movies for a reason. Plenty of reasons, actually, because it was a great movie, but the iconic songstress was at the top of the list.

”Question: Do you have any friends who aren’t ridiculously sexy? Minus me, I mean.” She looked Alix’s with a quirked eyebrow and a filthy grin. “If this keeps up, I’m going to want an orgy with your entire social circle.”

[DSX93]

She sprang up like movie characters did from their dreams, flopping right back down when she realized that she was safe, just the same. Alix couldn't help but chuckle at the little reminder of some of her favorite childhood shows. It turned into outright laughter when she laid out a synopsis of the last several minutes.

An orgy with her entire social circle, eh? "Damn! That was going to be your final exam to graduate. Guess I'll have to come up with another surprise now..." She turned her eyes up to the ceiling in feigned thought, carrying her chin in between her index finger and thumb. In truth, she hadn't thought that far. Currently, she figures that she might take on Dizzy herself for that final challenge. And win or lose, it would ultimately be about how she applied what she's been taught, assessing how she handles herself in both worlds: Probably some Hardstyle Hentai.

In her own mind, Alix was pretty much a few steps away from applying the Indiana Jones method to the wrestling curriculum that she was laying out for Dizzy. Mainly just repeating what Reine and Seung-Ho taught her, mixed in with her own flavor and sexual expertise. It's something she does a lot of worrying about, honestly; whether or not she'd be able to do well by her very first student.

Something she'll continue to worry about, later. For now, she maintained her normal cheery, playful air, bringing her eyes down from the ceiling before she continued on. "And don't sell yourself so short. For one thing, Ms. Rabbit wants you for something special: She asked me to make your match an Ironwoman One Night Stand match. Wanna try that out?"

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy was reasonably sure Alix was just joking about the orgy being a final test, but wow, she hoped she wasn’t. The idea of being locked in a room with Ionia and Lacramioara and Elvira and the surely half-a-dozen plus sexy friends of hers that Dizzy hadn't even met yet? Oh, that was the stuff of dreams. She was also reasonably sure that would give her a heart attack, but so be it. That was about how she wanted to check out, anyway: Being smothered under a mountain of porn stars.

Dizzy stretched out on the floor for a moment longer, her sore bones cracking all over, before she sat up and ran a hand through her hair, still basking in the glow of the moment. She’d need to take a shower soon, but she almost wanted to hold off on it for a while. She could still smell Elvira all over her, and the scent alone was driving her wild.

”Heh. ‘Sell myself short’.” Dizzy stuck a playful tongue out her way. Alix hadn't meant that as a dig at her height, she knew better than that, but it was funny all the same.

What the woman said next got her attention, though, making her perk up with a curious eyebrow. She knew what an Ironwoman match was, her mother had done a couple of them back in the day. Grueling, crazy matches that made her look like she’d gone trudging through a warzone. Not exactly Dizzy’s idea of a sexy time. The ‘One Night Stand’ part was intriguing, though. Dizzy was fairly sure Alix had mentioned that one before, but she couldn't recall the specifics off hand.

”I mean, I’m all for One Night Stands. I’m Ms. One Night Stand. So, yes? Gonna say ‘yes’, just on principle.” She scratched her head. ”What exactly is it, though?”

[DSX93]

Alix chuckled when she realized the unintentional pun. Dizzy was a great place when it came to her body confidence. A place where she felt safe letting the occasional one slip through. Not enough to be a habit, though, and always done with love.

And speaking of loving...ooh, girl!

The subject of the Ironperson One Night Stand had come up once in the past, but it was when the job had brought them to Romania, whose laws they took full advantage of: Eighteen is the minimum drinking age there. Dizzy still got carded, but hey, they got in, and they turned up! Alix especially; it was a long week. And so, she failed to remember exactly what she said that night.

Well, take it from the top, then.

"Elvie came up with that back in our ECC days the last time she challenged me for the belt. She got some cameras set up, invited me to her place, and we went at it hard." The night started playing out in her mind, blowing it all over again. "Ooh, girl, it was the hardest and hottest match I've ever been in! A ton of fun, but when it was over, I just wanted to sleep for an entire week." Alix could feel that terrible soreness. All those extra, invisible pounds weighing her down with every step in the immediate aftermath. She'd made the mistake of driving there, thinking she'd be a-okay afterwards. Nope. "I swear that woman's part succubus. I still don't know how I won."

And then she caught herself. "Oh, the rules. Sorry!" After having a quick laugh at herself, she continued, "She took that concept to the next place she wrestled, too: GFEMW. The way it works is that you two are gonna meet someplace private. Maybe a penthouse -- someplace that's really nice -- and then you'll have the whole night to score as many orgasms as you can or to try to put each other to sleep. And I mean that literally: The match won't end until sunrise.

You'll be able to take breaks, though, and I encourage you to make the most of them. Pace yourself. Maybe grab a little shuteye when you can. Elvie's nice, so it's not gonna be too much, but yeah. And consider this a great way to improve your endurance. I, for one, was an improved competitor coming out of that match. After that, even sixty minutes felt easier. It sounds crazy, but you'll see what I mean."

But before that..."We're gonna have to make sure you're ready first, though." She said, with a sly, salacious grin. "And fortunately, we don't necessarily need a ring for...'endurance training." And then she stood up, holding a hand out to help Dizzy up while also bending forward far enough to allow her a generous view down her sports bra. Another helping hand, in its own way.

"You've had quite a workout already, so let's hit the showers."

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy knew Alix didn’t mean anything by the pun, but even if she had, she would’ve taken it in stride. She’d been getting short jokes for years, pretty much since it was clear that the puberty fairy forgot about her, it was nothing new. There were worse things to get teased about.

Besides, PCness for short people was the last thing on her mind on the moment. She was more curious about what this match would entail, and she stretched her meager attention to the breaking point so she could absorb it all. It was a lot to take in, but she centered of a few key points.

“...meet someplace private…”

“...score as many orgasms as you can…”

“...won't end until sunrise…”

Dizzy’s eyes widened a little more with every sentence, and they were reaching saucer-length when she finally finished. It was a lot to take in, even for a proud nympho like herself. Taking a woman like Elvira on in a normal hentai match would’ve been daunting enough - fun, but a challenge. Taking her on in some crazy sex marathon sounded insane. She wished she could brag and say that she often kept her lovers up all night, but that would’ve been heavy embellishment. She did great for her age and size, rarely got complaints, but sex from dusk till dawn? Madness.

Her kind of madness. ”Oh. Oh wow.” She closed her eyes and shivered as she ran a few of the scenarios through her mind and considered the possibilities. ”I’m in. I am so in.”

Dizzy was so wrapped up that she almost didn’t notice Alix bending forward to help her up, all while giving her an awesome view of her magnificent chest. She perked up after a moment, smiled up at her mentor, and rose up with her aid. ”You’re too good to me, Allie. Thanks.” She gave the bigger woman a quick, loving hug…one that came with a quick groping of the butt. Because of course it did. ”Let’s go.”

***

Thirty or so minutes later, and a thoroughly refreshed Dizzy found herself skipping out of the lockerrooms, still pondering the intricacies of the daunting match that she was heading into. She was going to need to make some preparations. Drinking lots of water beforehand would be key, the last thing she wanted to do was get a cramp halfway through the night. She’d need to bring snacks - would that be considered cheating? She hoped not. She tended to get the late-night munchies. Oh, and she would need a good excuse for her Mom. Maybe say she was staying at Alicia’s place for the night?

Speaking of which, she needed to get her excuse straight for tonight. She was currently heading down the halls, heading towards the front of the LAW arena, where her mother would soon be to pick her up. She’d told her that she was going there for a workout, but her Mom would almost certainly ask for specifics when she arrived, so she needed to formulate a fake workout plan, one that didn’t involve rolling around with a bonafide sex goddess.

Rubbing her chin with one hand, dragging the gym bag, she pondered as she went along, so wrapped up in her thoughts that she paid the world around her almost no heed.

[DSX93]

had come here looking to get a workout in. LAW boasted gyms that blew all others out of the water, and so far, the hype has been real. Along with the hookup culture. She thought the ECC and Cecilia's Corner were horny places. LAW was a different beast entirely. And with so many people signing up from different parts of the world, it's been real easy to set up some "one and done" business. Just how she likes it, usually, and what the hell, she supposed she was in the mood for that today too.

Or at least, she was until she saw her. Alix Jacques. She'd run into that cunt last week. Her and Ash Raguel. It's funny how small the world can be. And apparently, Alix has been putting those porn star skills to work in the right places. Now she's got her own little show and a neat little office, wearing nice suits and occasionally being brought on to run the weekly show on the real product every so often.

It was that soul deep, burning hatred that kept her from her workout. In a normal circumstance, it would've been on sight: She would've gotten into that ring and made Alix her workout. They weren't mere sexfighters anymore. They were in the world of professional wrestling. No cops were gonna save her ass from what's coming.

But she wasn't alone. Desdemona Belti looked like she came in fresh out of high school, but Raven wasn't a fool. You'll never get her to admit it, but she recognized Alix's ability. A fair fight would be a battle. With the little one there? She would've been facing a repeat of the last time they fought. And then came Elvira Velour's big ass, making it so that she definitely couldn't have gotten in there, even if she grabbed a chair or something.

Who the fuck else is gonna show up, she wondered, while this whole family reunion is coming together?

Anyway, she kept her distance. Watched. Took notes. Started running plots in her mind.

Desdemona was real fond of Alix. Could hardly keep her hands to herself, and Alix wasn't swatting them away.

Yeah, they've fucked. Raven never took her to be the borderline kiddie fiddler that Elvira probably is outright. Put her in there just on the right side of the likes of Michael Jackson and Bill Cosby. Shit, and probably Mr. Rogers. Nobody's that fucking nice.

Desdemona was having the time of her life in that short spar. That she was learning some real moves prior to that told her that she wasn't one of those jobbers who signed up specifically to be thrown around and used like a living sex toy, but she does like being thrown around and used like a living sex toy. She could work with that. To do what, exactly?

Honestly, Raven intended to leave her be at first. But after catching her walking around after she'd taken the time to change back into her regular clothes, she wound up thinking, "what the hell". Alix always had a particularly soft spot for the rookies, and they've clearly got something going on.

So let's go figure something out.

"Desdemona Belti?" She opened, with a tone that suggested recognition that wasn't one hundred percent. Like she was calling to someone she knew, but it's been a while, and she needed a face to be sure.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy decided not to answer right away, instead stuffing the phone into her pocket. Better to save that answer for when she was in the car, after she’d had a little time to contemplate and come up with something good. With so many of the best excuses used, she would have to fabricate more believable lies, and keep them consistent, too. Her mother was familiar enough with the gym that she wouldn’t fall for any flubs.

Honestly, it was all getting tiring, and Dizzy was craving more and more the day where she could just come out and tell her mother what she was doing. Alicia had suggested ripping the Band-Aid off, and she’d made it sound so simple. But was it? The two of them were in a pretty good place at the moment, having a sort of an unspoken ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’ thing that suited them. What if going full throttle ruined all that and reset them to square one? What if she felt betrayed with all the lying? What if…

Dizzy was so lost in her own little world that she didn’t register the presence of another person nearby, not until said person spoke up and drew her attention. She snapped to and spun about to find herself looking at what she could only describe as an ubergoth. Utterly stacked, strong body, and not afraid to show it. Dizzy had never had a problem with gothic types, but ever since she’d started hanging out with Alix, she’d developed a growing taste for them, and this woman definitely checked all the right boxes.

Even though she was still coming down from her ‘training’ with Alix, Dizzy still had enough energy to entertain a woman like this. Assuming the woman wasn’t just looking for directions or something. One way to find that out.

”Hi!” She walked towards the woman and looked her over, with her eyes lingering on those thick thighs for a little longer than the rest. She met her eyes with a smile. ”Call me Dizzy, keep it short.” Her eyes narrowed, pondering - the woman had recognition in her voice, and she did look a little familiar, though Dizzy couldn't draw up a name for the life of her. ”Have we met?”

[DSX93]

Thighs. She likes them thighs. Raven filed that away and met Dizzy with a smile of her own. She considered making a short joke out of what she said, but she's probably gotten those over a million times by now. Like her being called a "goth dommy mommy". Something she'll go with if it serves her interests, but fuck, she hates it.

"Rachel." Not Raven, to be on the safe side. Although, of course, if Dizzy were to look her up and see her shenanigans, she had a ready excuse. "And no, we haven't. I just got my start last week, but I've been watching your matches." But was she watching all of her matches? There would be no raising of the brow. No suggestive upturn at the corner of her lips, or anything of the like. But rather, an extended hand. She didn't want to come on too strong. "Call me a fan."

And truth be told, she has seen some of Dizzy's stuff in After Dark, with a subscription that was paid for with a stolen debit card. Like hell she was gonna fund her lover with her own money. The theft would be reported and the card rendered useless before long, however, but by that time, she'd seen enough.

[BlackAkuma]

At the mention of the word ‘fan’, Dizzy snickered. Couldn't help it. ”Sorry, sorry,” She ran a hand through her hair and forced the laugh down to a well-meant smile. ”I’m still kind of getting used to the idea of having ‘fans’, you know?”

It really was a weird concept. While she was far from the biggest name in LAW, she had developed a small following online. Every once in a while, she’d check out the forums and comment sections and see herself as the topic of conversation. Some of it flattering, some of it less than flattering, some of it weird, all of it interesting. On top of that, she would get DMs every other day from girls wanting her to share their ‘techniques’.

She turned them down, every last one - she suspected that at least some of those requests were either guys pretending to be girls or underage admirers or stalkers in the making, and it wasn’t worth the risk when she was doing a good enough job keeping her bed warm without it. But it was still neat to even have such options.

No, she preferred to meet her paramours in person, where she could inspect them up close, get a feel for them, read their vibes. Case-in-point, Rachel. ”But thanks, I appreciate the support. Can’t wait to see you in action, too. I’m thinking you’ll fit in.” A little smile, a little quirk of the eyebrow, some Jazz slipped into her tone. Just enough to give Rachel a hint on the sort of action she was talking about.

”Walk with me a bit? I’m just heading out, waiting for my ride.” She thumbed behind her, towards the entrance, and started walking backwards towards it. ”Where are you from?”

[DSX93]

Her not being used to having fans made sense. She has lost every single match she's been in. But Raven has spent enough time in the game to know that it isn't always about that: Sometimes the "how" is more important. And Dizzy? She's got a real way about her losses. Every one was some kind of sensational, especially when she started doing the thing she's right at home with: Hentai.

Oh, was there a lot of mileage to be gotten out of that! Mama Belti was nowhere to seen there. Something you'd think would make a lot of sense until you either watch a lot of erotic wrestling or participate in it yourself: It wasn't all that uncommon to see families in it together. Mainly siblings or mother and daughter. Always mother and daughter, if it's parent and child. Some of them even tag together, and there were teams like that within LAW itself. Raven didn't know them all, but there were the Ancestors of Isis, at least.

How they're able to stomach being right there when their family is fucking is beyond Raven's understanding, but she's an only child, said "fuck you" to her mother in the normal way years ago, and never knew her father, so...

Anyway, she'd be lying if she said that she wasn't genuinely interested in getting in on some of the action that Dizzy was suggesting. It's been a while since she's hooked up with another chick, and the last one sucked in bed. And on top of knowing her way around a woman's body, she dug the submissive thing. It fit right in with how she likes to get down.

"That's the plan." Rachel shared a sly, knowing grin. She joined Dizzy on the way outside, answering her question..."I'm from Chicago. It can be a nice place depending on what neighborhood you go to, but where I grew up was pretty ghetto." It took her a second to realize that the concept might be lost on the Italian. "Uh, ghettos are a thing in Italy, right? I'm uh...Guess you can call me a typical American, 'cause I don't know much about other countries. Never thought I'd get the chance to get out, especially this far out -- actually see the world..." With her arms up and extended at her sides, she did a quick spin with careful steps in those long heels, punctuating the statement. "So I just kept my focus on other things."