Alicia Soto vs. Rainbow Mika - Sun, Surf, Sirens

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type: Beachside Brawl
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, or KO. Falls Count Anywhere, No Countouts

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The sun. The surf. The fresh salt air. The waves. The hot sand beneath her feet. The vague hint of beer from some inconsiderate beach bum who’d left his trash lying out for somebody else to dispose of.

Yes. It had been too long since Rainbow Mika had been to the beach. Her lifestyle simply didn’t allow for it nearly as much as she’d like. She was stuck to a rigorous training cycle, and when she wasn’t prepared for a match, she was often in said match. There was little room for downtime, and while she didn’t regret that lifestyle - wrestling was her life, after all - there were times when she wished she could sample the simpler pleasures in life.

So, what was the best solution? If she couldn't tear herself away from her job, she’d just have to bring her job to the beach!

When the request went out for a beach match, Rainbow Mika jumped at the chance without a second thought, eagerly volunteering for the opportunity to have some fun in the sun. She could admit that her brand name was probably what led them to choose her in the first place, but she was willing to flex every now and then to get what she wanted, and this was undoubtedly a worthy cause.

As the time for her match neared, Rainbow Mika emerged from a dressing booth near the ring and stretched, taking in all of the sun on her skin. The

she’d busted out for this occasion fit just as well as she’d remembered it, a fun little one-piece with a matching mask, perfect for wrestling and having some fun in the beach, which she planned on doing all day after they were done here.

Eager to get things started, Rainbow Mika skipped down the boardwalk and made her way to the ring which LAW had set up on the beach, just for this occasion. It was close enough to the water that the tide surrounded it in ankle-deep water, a neat little addition that wouldn’t slow her down, and a small crowd was already gathering around the barricades that covered the perimeter. They cheered as she came near, and she rushed down the rest of the way, kicking up sand as she sprinted.

She hopped over the barricade, and after a short trip around the ring to slap hands, she ducked under the bottom rope and rolled into the ring, where she promptly popped up to her feet and raised her fists, soaking in the audience’s cheers. "That's right, it's go time! Who wants a piece of this, huh?"

A good question, actually. Rainbow Mika had been so stoked just to get this match that she hadn't paid too much attention to who she’d be fighting. Whoever they were, she just hoped they were up to snuff - she had so much energy at the moment, and she needed a proper outlet. Whoever came her way was going to get it with both barrels.

[HotWheels]

Alicia Soto stood just behind the curtain of the makeshift backstage area, the roar of the beach crowd filtering through as loud as the crashing waves on the nearby shore. Her heart hammered harder than it had any right to - Rainbow. Fucking. Mika. The Rainbow Mika. The woman who had packed arenas and ranged as close to anything like a Hollywood main event as Alicia could remember seeing when she first started investigating wrestling as a real career. This was it. Big time. Finally. LAW didn't put anyone in a match with their prize acquisition - unless that anyone was a jobber, and Alicia was not - unless they thought she deserved it.

She should have had nerves, but Hollywood Siren didn't have the luxury of nerves. She shoved them down deep, flipping her hair, tied into a long, luscious ponytail to fit the vibe, over one shoulder as she adjusted the skimpy bikini top - hot pink with thin straps that screamed "accidental" wardrobe malfunction waiting to happen - and the matching bottoms that hugged her curves like they were painted on. Perfect for the beach, perfect for the cameras, perfect for reminding everyone exactly who deserved to share this spotlight today - or claim it altogether.

The announcer's voice boomed over the speakers, her remixed version of "LA Devotee" kicked in, and Siren strutted out like she owned the sand, the surf, the whole damn ocean. Cameras flashed from the crowd barricades, phones held high as she paused at the top of the boardwalk ramp, tilting her shades down and blowing a kiss that had a section of fans wolf-whistling back. Yeah, eat it up. She sauntered down toward the ring, hips swaying with every deliberate step, kicking up little puffs of sand that clung to her toned legs. The sun kissed her bare, tanned skin like she owned that, too, shimmering off the touch of oil she had applied to make the mocha-bronze tone pop - one thing she had that Mika didn't.

And the woman had plenty. Mika was already in there, looking sparse for gear herself and gleaming under the sun. Siren felt that fangirl spark flicker again - God, she was even hotter and flashier in person - but she buried it under layers of Siren swagger as she hopped a manmade dune in one fluid leap, landing with a splash in the shallow tide water ringing the ring. The cool rush against her calves sent a shiver up her spine, mixing with the adrenaline.

She circled the ring slowly at first, tracing a finger along the ropes as she eyed Mika up and down, then swung a long leg over the middle rope to step through, making sure to arch her back just enough for the hardcam. Water dripped from her feet onto the mat as she straightened to her full height, hands on hips, the confidence never wavering though she burned inside with something between excitement and anxiousness. Again, she bottled it - or mentally choked it with both bare hands. Looking anything short of a woman who belonged in the ring with Mika wouldn't do.

"If it ain't the one and only," Siren drawled, her voice carrying that sweet, husky Latin lilt as she stepped closer, close enough for the crowd to buzz at the stare-down - and probably wish their tits were touching. They were close enough - she'd let Mika make the move to close it, make her come to her. "Gotta say, always thought you put on a good show. Lucky for you, then, chica... I bring a damn good one, too."

She raised one arm high in a dramatic pose, flexing just a little for the flashes. And she got them.

[BlackAkuma]

The moment the music hit, Rainbow Mika was struck by an overwhelming sense of déjà vu. She’d heard the tune before, though it wasn’t on the radio or YouTube or anything like that. She’d never been a big Panic! Fan, much more into old-school rock than the newer stuff. It was catchy, though, and she hummed along with it as her opponent came out, tipping from side to side on the balls of her heels.

Her eyes lit up as she got a good look at her opponent - and wow, was there a lot to look at. Even from the ring, Rainbow Mika could tell that Alicia was absolutely stacked, blessed with the sort of body that most wrestlers could only dream of. ‘Amazon’ was the word that came to mind, and it was clear she wasn’t the only one thinking that, too, as the cameras were drawn her way like magnets. Not only did she have the look but she carried herself like a superstar with proud steps and confident strides, like every step was a claim on the sands beneath her feet. Heads turns, hearts fluttered, and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t among them.

But Rainbow Mika wasn’t here for that sort of play. No, she wanted a match, a real match, so what interested her most were those muscles. Alicia had the size advantage on her, and by no small measure, either. She’d be giving up at least thirty pounds in this match, and those pounds were muscles. Curvaceous, luscious muscle, but muscle all the same.

Good. She wasn’t naive enough to say that size didn’t matter, but it wouldn’t make any difference to her enthusiasm—quite the opposite. Rainbow Mika hadn't met a mountain she didn’t want to climb. Anyone who doubted that only needed to ask the Red Cyclone.

Still, though, that lingering deja vu persisted as Alicia went through her routine and made her way into the ring. It was all exceedingly hot, which she appreciated, but she was still scratching her chin with a curious, trying to parse through her memories. Right up until the moment Alicia spoke, and it hit her like a thunderbolt.

"You beat Angela Belti!"

Rainbow Mika snapped her fingers, as it all came back to her at once. She slapped her forehead, as if jostling all the proper memories back into place, and quickly skipped over to Alicia a smack on the shoulder. "That's right, that's where I know you from! I saw that match before I joined LAW. It was one of the ones that got me to sign!"

Rainbow Mika hopped back and smacked her palm, as a wicked grin stretched across her face. She had already been hyped up for this match, but that was just her default state. Now? Oh, she was super-hyped, practically bursting at the seams. This had all the makings of an all-timer, and coming after her banger with Black Swan? The wrestling gods were smiling her way. "You better believe we're putting on a good show! Come on!" Rainbow Mika gave her butt cheeks her signature slap, pointed Alicia's way, then leapt back to her corner with her knees bent and arms raised, locked in a classic grappling stance. "I want everything you've got and then some, you hear me? Show me the giant-slayer!"

[HotWheels]

And just like that, everything inside Alicia was roaring.

It started in her stomach first, a hot, rolling wave that climbed her spine and lodged behind her eyes. Rainbow Mika had watched her fight Angela Belti. That match had lived in Alicia’s head every single day since: proof that she wasn’t crazy, proof that the grind was real, proof that the dream wasn’t just a dream anymore, proof that anyone who said a word to doubt her could have those same words shoved back down their throats by the Siren herself if they wanted to test her. And the woman who had main-evented stadiums around the world, who probably had her own action figures, was standing ten feet away telling her that match helped bring her here.

Alicia’s chest felt too small for what was trying to fit inside it. Pride, terror, gratitude, hunger; all of it colliding so hard her ribs actually hurt. She wanted to laugh. She wanted to drop to her knees and press her forehead to the mat like some kind of prayer. She wanted to scream until her throat gave out, until every person on this beach understood that the girl who used to carry gardening supplies in 100-degree-heat just to afford protein had finally, finally made it. She felt the sting behind her eyes and crushed it instantly. Not here. Not now. Not with twenty thousand phones pointed at her face.

The Siren mask slid on like armor she’d worn so long it fit better than her own skin. Shoulders back. Chin level. Half-lidded stare that said she’d heard compliments before and none of them mattered. The smirk came next, lazy, dangerous, perfect. Inside, her heart was trying to punch its way out of her body. Outside, she merely looked satisfied. "Who wouldn't want to come here to fight all this-" She gestured at herself, suggestively popping out her hip. "-after seein' all that?" She was sure, for once, that she didn't sound as convincing as usual, but maybe that was because of the emotion making her eyes look a touch too sincere to be so sassy.

She drew one slow breath through her nose, tasting salt and sunscreen and the metallic edge of adrenaline. Another. Another. Only when the storm inside had been shoved down to a low, steady burn did she move, matching Mika's energy by slapping her own thighs and taking one step back toward her own corner. As soon as she had done it, the bell rang, and she eagerly stepped forward again. She needed action. She raised her arms, elbows bent, palms open. The posture was textbook, almost casual, but every tendon in her forearms stood out sharp under the sun as she offered a lockup that already had the crowd roaring.

"Then commere and try 'n get a handful, chica."

[BlackAkuma]

Rainbow Mika didn't just wrestle, she studied wrestling. She lived it, it wasn’t just her sport, it was her art style. And the ring? That was her canvas.

Like any artist worth her salt, she kept up with the greats of her time and was always looking to hone her craft. That was what drove her to Alicia’s match, among others. She had been looking for examples of what LAW could do, and her match with Angela had neared the top of every list. It was a tale as old as wrestling itself: a young upstart with all the potential in the world, putting herself up against a seasoned veteran, wagering her heart, soul, and body in a knockdown, drag-out match that pushed them both to the absolute limits. Defying all odds, the young upstart managed to pull off an upset win, earning her the admiration of thousands - if not millions.

That. Was. Wrestling. And its purest, most unadulterated form. If Rainbow Mika could get even a sliver of that tonight with Alicia, she would call this a success.

Of course, she’d call it even more of a success if she won. Which she fully intended to do.

A raw shiver ran up Rainbow Mika’s spine as Alicia not only took the energy she gave out, but returned it and kind. Oh yeah, she had the goods. There is no doubt about it, but simply knowing that wasn’t good enough for her no, no she needed to experience it for herself. Feel it. She had every intention of taking this bull by the horns. It took every ounce of energy she had - which wasn’t much- to keep from starting the match before the bell even rang. But, somehow, she managed, and when the gong finally rang, she didn’t waste a single second.

Rainbow Mika was as solid a middleweight as they came, but the difference between her and Alicia was stark. The Latina was four inches taller, give or take, with a good forty pounds over her. She wasn’t fooled by those sensual curves either. Even if she hadn’t seen this woman suplex a giantess, she could tell that this was a body built for destruction. The smart play would be using her speed. Stay on her toes. Make Alicia come to her.

And she would do that. Just not now.

"Ready or not..."

Now, what she wanted to do was see just how strong this woman was with her own arms, get a good sense of the power she was dealing with. Alicia seemed much of the same mind, too - her posture might as well have been a written invitation. With a proud war cry, Rainbow Mika cut a path across the ring after the bell rang, taking the fight straight to Alicia right away. Arms up, ten toes planted, she threw herself into the larger woman with all the force she could muster. Starting things off old-school.

[HotWheels]

They weren't even that far apart in age, Siren considered. It was just... Mika had arrived long ago. The Siren kept climbing. Even that idea welled into awe, jealousy, a fearful chill, all in one. The roar of the crowd washed over her at the sight of them nearing for their first clash, a chaotic symphony that usually fueled the Siren’s ego, but today, it continually threatened to crack the mask. The aspiring, younger wrestler inside her who used to watch clips of Rainbow Mika on a cracked phone screen kept appearing in the back of her head.

Siren, with finality, buried that younger Alicia deep beneath layers of LA granite and practiced arrogance. She couldn't be a fan right now. She had to be the main event.

She saw the blur of blue and white coming, the sheer velocity of the smaller woman, and Siren braced herself. She expected speed. She expected agility. She didn't expect to be hit by a freight train.

The collision of bodies sounded like a thunderclap in the open air. Mika didn’t just meet her - she drove through her. Siren’s feet skidded backward across the canvas, kicking up grit, her eyes almost widening in a telling display of how unprepared she was for that degree of strength to fall behind a few feet of momentum in a woman so much lighter than Siren herself. The crowd let out a collective, stunned ooh as the heavyweight was forced into a retreat.

It was unacceptable.

Siren felt the strain ripple through her entire kinetic chain. Her biceps, tanned and oiled for the cameras, trembled as they fought to hold back the blonde dynamo. Her lats flared, the muscles in her back bunching and writhing beneath her top like snakes in a sack as she fought to find purchase. The veins in her neck popped against her skin, destroying the "cool girl" illusion for a split second as the sheer, raw power of the smaller woman threatened to flatten her. Both legs bulged and dug into the canvas. She wasn't getting bulldozed in the opening credits.

Siren planted her right heel, digging in until she felt the solid earth beneath the ring mat. She grit her teeth, a guttural growl tearing from her throat that had nothing to do with being pretty and everything to do with being strong. With a violent lurch, she fired her hips forward, arresting Mika’s momentum with a jarring halt. The motion was so snappy, so aggressive, that Siren's heavy ponytail whipped around to slap against Mika's cheek and tickle her face before it fell back between Siren's breasts.

The tide turned. Siren poured all of her leverage into the lock-up, her triceps burning as she slowly, agonizingly forced Mika’s arms back, reclaiming the center of the ring inch by hard-fought inch. She leaned in, her face flushed, her hazel eyes burning with the thrill of the struggle.

"Nice opening shot..." Siren wheezed, the confidence returning to her features, tighter and fiercer than before. "But I'm still standing."

[BlackAkuma]

For a moment - just a moment - Rainbow Mika was worried.

Not for herself, of course. Even as wrestlers went, she had precious little regard for her own body, and would’ve been perfectly happy coming out of this match in any shape. Even if she didn’t, she had confidence in her abilities, that she could weather whatever storm was sent her way. She had yet to meet the pair of hands she was afraid to get.

No, she feared that Alicia might not give her what she came for. She didn’t think the woman was overhyped, of course - she’d seen that match, the proof was there. But the cost of success was that sometimes her opponents got a little starstruck, and would treat her like she was some kind of wrestling antique. They might not mean to hold back, but they would pull a punch here or there, or maybe give up on a submission too early—little things like that. Giving her 90% when they should give her 100%.

Rainbow Mika didn’t want that from anyone, but especially from Alicia - no, she wanted the full Hollywood Siren experience. But there was a moment, as she drove her larger opponent back, that a sliver of doubt snuck its way in.

It wouldn’t last.

Rainbow Mika’s eyes nearly outgrew her mask as Alicia brought her forward push to a screeching halt. Muscles flared. Veins popped. Power surged beneath the tempting skin. Suddenly, it felt as if she were pushing against a wall, and then that wall began to push back. One step was lost, then another, then another, and it was Rainbow Mika’s turn to slam on the brakes now.

Try as she might, though, the best she could do was slow the Hollywood Siren’s drive, the immovable object giving way to the irresistible force. At this rate, Rainbow Mika would be up against the ropes, and they both knew it. "I can see that! You've got the power, that's for sure!" She let out a happy laugh through her exerted grunts as she pressed their faces together and ground hard against her foe's forehead. "But what about the skills?"

Rainbow Mika showed what she meant in the next moment, as she began to pull their grapple side, forcing it into awkward angle. With an abrupt twist, however, she broke off the hold and juked to the opposite side, leaving Alicia to fall forward as she passed by. At the same time, she tried to come at her from behind, wrap her arms around the bigger woman from behind, and capture her with a waistlock, trying to put her in a position where her strength was less of an issue.

[HotWheels]

The shift in Mika’s expression hit Siren harder than the physical strain. Seeing the young legend’s eyes widen in surprise, realizing the "new girl" had the horsepower to run her over... that served as pure, injectable ego. Siren ate good from it and dug deeper. Her massive quads, tanned and distinct beneath the arena lights, flared with every stomping step. The muscles in her thighs bunched and released like pistons, her feet churning against the canvas as she forced the blonde backward, intent on burying her in the turnbuckle. But legends didn't stay legends by getting run over.

Mika’s taunt registered a split second before the resistance vanished - and Siren felt thankful that she seemed the type to declare her intentions, albeit subtly, before unveiling them. Siren lurched forward, her center of gravity tipping dangerously, but she slammed a bare foot into the mat to arrest the fall. The blue blur slipped into her periphery and vanished behind her. Siren knew the script. She trained lighter women. She knew exactly what they tried when they couldn't win the shoving match because she had taught them what to try.

The moment she felt the heat of Mika’s forearms grazing her waist, Siren capitalized. She didn't try to turn. She didn't try to break the grip with her hands. She simply weaponized her greatest asset.

Siren dropped her hips and exploded backward. She threw her entire heavyweight figure - led by her ample, powerful rear - straight into Mika’s midsection. She aimed to crush the air out of the blonde’s stomach and smash her own heavy hips against Mika’s crotch, using the sudden, violent reversal of momentum to steamroll the technician all the way into the ropes behind them. If they both lost their balance in the process, so be it - she would land to crush the life out of the middleweight, hopefully.

[BlackAkuma]

Rainbow Mika was already running three steps ahead, planning her next move and the move after that. Harmaggedon had always stressed the importance of flowing from one move to the next, knowing what you wanted to do before you did it - time spent deliberating was time your opponent could get the jump on you. After she secured the waist lock, she would pull Alicia back, drag her to the ground, then work her over with-

"Whoawhoawhoawhoa-"

Rainbow Mika had barely put in the first step of her plan before Alicia wrecked the whole thing, reacting far faster to the change than she would’ve expected. Alicia used her ass as a battering ram, driving into her midsection as it leadthe charge. It was actually a rather pleasant sensation, if she were being frank - never let it be said that Rainbow Mika wasn’t a woman who couldn't appreciate a fine pair of buns.

This wasn’t quite how she would’ve liked to experience them, however. Rainbow Mika’s feet skidded and skipped along the canvas as she hurriedly tried to keep her balance, knowing the last thing she wanted was to fall over with this heavyweight on top. She managed to stay upright all the way until they hit the ropes, which sent them staggering forward.

"Nope!" Rainbow Mika slammed her feet down with her grip still tight around Alicia’s waist, trying to slam on the breaks, if only for a second. "You're not getting this monkey off your back that easy!"

Rainbow Mika abruptly dropped the waistlock, but that hardly meant she was done working in Alicia’s blindspot. An instant after she let go, her hands were shooting up, wrapping under the Latina’s big shoulders, and clasping behind her neck, as she tried to transition into a tight full nelson hold.

[HotWheels]

The fact that Mika kept her footing forced respect to flicker behind Siren’s intense gaze as she kept it in reverse. She had thrown all hundred and eighty some pounds of body confidence backward with the intent of flattening the blonde, yet Mika rode the impact like the surfers they could both see on the waves only a few hundred feet away. The skilled reaction served as a testament to the miles on the veteran’s odometer; she had an answer for everything, even being treated like a crash test dummy for a big ass.

Fuck, fine. Siren would see how she handled the rebound.

As their bodies collided with the ropes, Siren made sure to make it miserable. She drove the full, heavy curve of her rear backward, sandwiching Mika between her hips and the unforgiving steel cables, intending to bruise the fight right out of her. The cables groaned, stretching to their limit, before snapping them both forward.

Siren seized the momentum, initiating a violent torque to twist her upper body and break the waistlock. Usually, these moments, she won. As a trainer for the fresh meat at LAW, she spent half her week teaching the new crop of talent how to breathe, how to move, and how to not look like idiots. She knew the geometry of matches just about as well as anyone who didn't have twenty years under their belt. Mika had experience, but where experience matched or exceeded knowledge, Siren's size and athleticism at that size usually won the exchange.

Not this time.

Mika didn't fight the turn. Instead, she rolled into Siren's attempt to turn and throw her loose. As Siren lifted her arms to facilitate the spin, thinking she could reset them, she inadvertently opened the gates. She felt Mika’s hands shoot up, slipping intricately under her armpits like cold steel. Before Siren could drop her elbows to clamp down, the veteran wrenched upward.

Siren felt her arms getting jacked toward the blue sky, her shoulder blades pinching together until they touched. The force shoved her chest out and drove her chin down hard into her own cleavage, locking her spine in an agonizing curve. A sharp, jagged cry of pain rushed up her throat, but Siren clamped her teeth down on her lip, refusing to let the sound escape. She froze, her powerful legs wavering as she fought to stabilize the sudden, paralyzing hyperextension of the full nelson.

Fuck, she was good.