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

[BlackAkuma]

Even though the match had only just begun, Rainbow Mika was already coming up with strategies, defenses, and plans for how she should approach the woman. While her first instinct was to tackle her head on, and she would likely have to do that more than a few times before that bell rang, she was already making a mental note to be flexible with that idea. Her time with the Red Cyclone had taught her how to deal with bigger foes, but Alicia was in that sweet spot when it came to heavyweights - big, but not so big that they lost too much speed in the process. Rainbow was confident that she was faster, but not so much that she could simply speed blitz the Latina and always stay one step ahead.

No, this was going to be one of those ‘work smarter, not harder’ matches, though she was fairly sure she would be doing no small amount of both.

On that note, wrapping Alicia up with the full nelson was a decent way to start, in her eyes. Those thick arms of Alicia’s were already going to be a problem, so she needed to take care of them now, invest in them. Make her hurt with every suplex she performed, make every punch she threw ache. It would pay dividends.

"Gotcha!" Rainbow Mika planted her feet and wrenched the hold tight, making sure it was properly locked in. No easy escapes for the Siren. With a hearty laugh - one that partly came from Alicia wild hair tickling her chest - she jerked the woman from side to side in the hold, as she placed as much strain on those boulder shoulders as she could.

She didn’t miss that sound Alicia made - or, more accurately, the lack of it. She was close enough to feel that cry working its way through her body, only to be caged in her mouth. She’d met a few wrestlers who liked to keep quiet and play the tough act. Always fun to deal with. "Ooooh, the Siren doesn't want to sing, huh? Let's see if I can't change that, hm?" Rainbow Mika kept the full nelson locked on tight, but added another dimension to it by leaping up, wrapping her legs around the woman’s waist, and clamping on tight with a bodyscissor, one that put her powerful leg muscles to good use. Trading stability for pressure was a good choice, as her thighs punished Alicia’s lung, made her fight for every breath, sucked the life clean out of her.

[HotWheels]

The crowd might have missed the noise caught in her throat, drowned out by the crashing waves and their own cheering, but Mika clearly felt it. Made sense that she'd know the vibration of a suppressed scream. Alicia gritted her teeth, hating the perceptive edge in the blonde’s voice. She tried to force her hips back, to create just an inch of space to slip her arms free, but she found no leverage. Her triceps flared, her back muscles rippled under the relentless sun, and her core remained tight as iron, yet she moved nowhere. The cameras, no doubt, zoomed in on the struggle, capturing every shake and heave of her chest as the hold humbled her.

She had to respect the game. The taunt carried heat, a confident, playful jab that dug under her skin even deeper than her biceps dug into her armpits.

But Mika fuckin' escalated.

Alicia felt the sudden shift in weight before she registered the move. Mika left her feet, and gravity did the rest. The added burden of the middleweight hanging off her frame forced Alicia’s knees to buckle momentarily, but the real problem clamped around her midsection a second later. Thick, powerful thighs locked around her waist, instantly squeezing the air from her lungs.

A noise escaped her then - a sharp, desperate gasp, far more feminine and pathetic than the growl she usually curated for the ring. She looked down, eyes watering, to see those pale, thick legs crossing over her stomach, grinding into her abs, the muscles pumping and popping.

Shit. Under any other circumstances, having Rainbow Mika wrapped around her like a backpack, crushing her ribs with her thighs while her breasts smashed against her back, would have fulfilled a very specific, very private fantasy for even someone as in control of her libido as the Hollywood Hottie. The intimacy of it could have burned almost as much as the acid and adrenaline flooding her muscles. But right now, the fan-girl thrill got crushed under the urgent reality of suffocation. She labored for breath, her chest heaving against the restriction, realizing she couldn't support the extra weight forever.

She refused to collapse. She refused to let the highlight reel end with her crumbling to the mat to stay caught in this hold without much hope of escape anytime soon.

Alicia dug her toes into the canvas, channeling every ounce of strength in her lower body. Her quads, massive and trembling with effort, fired all at once. She didn't try to strip Mika off; she took her for a ride. With a guttural roar, Alicia exploded backward, driving her legs like pistons to propel them both across the ring. She aimed blindly but confidently for the corner, intending to use Mika as her own personal bumper and smash the veteran flat against the turnbuckle pads.

[BlackAkuma]

The transition to the bodyscissor wasn’t just to switch things up - it was a necessity. Rainbow Mika was strong for her size, but just trying to Alicia down for a few seconds gave her an idea of how powerful this woman was, and the difference was stark. It drove home what she knew from their first clash, that the Latina had so much power to spare - if that hold had gone on for much longer, there was a real danger of her just breaking free.

Behind her, though, she had some relative safety. She clamped on tight, wrapped Alicia up, and proceeded to crush her big, bountiful body with everything she had. It wouldn’t matter how strong she was, none of that power would do her any good if she couldn't breathe. Her lungs were the target.

Alicia breathed out, and Rainbow Mika squeezed tighter.

Alicia breathed again, and Rainbow Mika squeezed tighter, still.

She tightened the grip, stretched her out, and made her opponent work for every inhale, trying to smother her from the inside out. "Come on!" She gritted her teeth and clenched her world-class cheeks, as she summoned all the power she could find for the effort. "Just...need you...to take a little nap..."

There would be no naps in the gameplan today, however - at least not from Alicia’s side. Instead, what she got was a surprising surge of power, the woman suddenly hulked up and rushed backwards at full force. It only took Rainbow Mika a second to realize what was about to happen, with her ring awareness clued her in to their position, but it was far too late to stop it.

Rainbow Mika cried out - a sharp, yelping cry - as she was made into the filling of a sandwich, with Alicia and the turnbuckle serving as the slice of bread. It sent a shock through her spine and all the energy left her body at once, leaving her to slump down to her butt in the corner the moment Alicia pulled away. She sat there, groaning and seething against the pads, as she looked up her foe's towering, bronzed figure.

[HotWheels]

Siren hadn't fought many heavyweights outside of Mama Belti, so her database on what true crushing power felt like remained a little thin. She had spent most of her career as the biggest shark in a small pond, bullying smaller women with her size and brushing off their attempts to fight her on her level. But she figured she had the assessment pretty close to accurate when she decided, right then and there, that she couldn't remember being squeezed tighter in a long time - maybe ever since she had started wrestling.

Mika rode her back like a jockey from hell, gravity doing half the work while those thick thighs did the rest. Every time Siren thought she found a pocket of air, Mika crunched down, pressing her thighs into her sides and her calves into Siren’s stomach and forcing her diaphragm to sputter and shudder as it struggled to make the motions necessary for her to suck in anything close to enough air. And shit, she knew a few more seconds of that pressure would have buckled her knees and left her gasping on the mat.

She made it to the corner on pure, unadulterated stubbornness. She went without breath for the last three steps, relying on a whole lot of fuckin' adrenaline and anger at the thought of going down so quickly to carry her through the red haze creeping into her vision. Just as she neared the pads, she nearly stumbled - Mika’s latest crunch almost expelled the last reserve of oxygen from her gut - but Siren channeled that desperation into violence.

She threw herself backward. She felt the impact shudder through her entire skeleton as she plastered Mika’s body, from collarbone to crotch, right into the turnbuckle pads. The collision landed so severely it almost jarred Siren off her feet and sent her stumbling back toward the middle of the ring herself, curves bouncing off of curves.

As Mika slumped down, sliding into a seated position in the corner, Siren stopped. She had to breathe. She sucked in air, greedy and desperate - one, two, four, seven deep heave - just to remember what it felt like to have lungs that worked. Her chest rose and fell heavily, the adrenaline still spiking.

Okay, much more of that, and she'd be fucked.

She had to rethink her strategy. She couldn't out-think someone like Mika, and apparently, she couldn't just power out of everything either. She needed to be smarter. She needed to be meaner.

But for now? For now, she looked down at the blonde slumped against the bottom turnbuckle and realized the universe had handed her a gift. A once-in-a-lifetime chance. Fuck yes.

Siren forced her posture to straighten, hiding the fatigue behind a mask of arrogance. She stepped in, strutting - albeit a bit shakily - until she stood directly over Mika, looking down at the legend with an imperious, knowing smirk. The crowd realized it a second later, their roar swelling into a mix of cheers and catcalls as they recognized the setup.

"Shit, can't say no... to this," Siren panted, her voice rasping but strong enough for the cameras. "And if you're into naps, I brought the pillows."

She spun around, gripping the top rope with both hands to stabilize herself. With a saucy wiggle to rev the engine, Siren slammed her thick ass backward, burying Mika’s face deep between her cheeks. She pressed back hard, wedging the thin band of her bottoms against the veteran's nose and grinding her hips in a slow, suffocating roll, giving Rainbow Mika a very Hollywood Stinkface.

[BlackAkuma]

Rainbow Mika was proud of her ass.

This would not come as a surprise to anyone with even one functioning eye.

Her outfit displayed it prominently, and it was the center of her offense. To say nothing of all the attack that used it like a battering ram, she also relied on her prodigious posterior for much of her offense. It was the center of her speed and power, and despite the vile rumors spreading on Reddit, it was 100% natural. No BBLs, no silicone. 100% real. The Dirt Sheets voted her ‘Best Ass In Wrestling’, three years in a row, and the rumor was that she was about to score an unheard of fourth.

But what most wouldn’t know was that she not only gave her fine behind proper respect - no, she liked others, too. Some might even use the word ‘fetish’, and she would not disagree. While she had come to LAW primarily looking for competition, it would be a lie to say that some small part of her hadn't also done so for the chance to rub cheeks with some of the best in the business. And while her interest in Alicia was primarily centered on excellent, daring performance against Angela Belti, she would be lying if she said this same part of her hadn't paid close attention to the way the Latina’s backside was packed into those tight jeans.

Alicia Soto would not be the only woman living out fantasies.

At first, she didn’t even know it was happening. She lay on the floor, sitting against the turnbuckle, still aching from the crash. Alicia’s body was soft and pleasing, but there was real muscle under that tempting flesh, and she’d been utterly flattened by it. She could recover, but she would need a moment.

A moment she would not be getting, as Alicia was approaching her. And not just that, but moving with the sultry, seductive steps of a temptress, putting her curves on display with every step. She clued into it a moment before the crowd did, and Alicia’s words confirmed it. She was going under.

Rainbow Mika took in a deep breath and filled her lungs, just as Alicia’s ass descended on her face and created a perfect seal, with enough flesh to even cover her eyes. While she squirmed and struggled beneath the hold - if you could even call it that - a keener mind might notice some inconsistencies. For starters, the moan that echoed through Alicia’s bouncing body as she settled in, unashamedly lustful. The way her struggles were less about getting herself free and more about pushed her way in deeper. How her hand seemed less interesting pushing and more focused on feeling and rubbing and, perhaps, some groping.

Yes, Rainbow Mika was loving this. But she also loved winning matches, and more immediately, she loved breathing. Eventually, her need for both forced her into genuine struggling, as she attempted to push Alicia away for real and steal as much air as she could.

[HotWheels]

Two specific realizations hit the Hollywood Siren as she buried Mika’s face in her thick glutes, sending the crowd into a frenzy. She tried to appreciate the roar as much as she could, even with her breathing still uneven and her ribs creaking like they had to realign themselves after that vice-grip of a bodyscissor.

The first thing? She had just given a stinkface to the woman known for her ass.

Siren didn't have any fuckin' dumb reservations about being known for her own backside. She didn't need a poll to tell her that people noticed it just as quickly as her face, her hair, or her tits - maybe even faster. And she had no doubts hers would earn its own legendary reputation if she kept using it like this. Mika had written the book on combining in-ring success with an understanding of her own sensuality, and Siren planned to steal that exact playbook to rise to those lofty heights. This moment felt like a hostile takeover. Take the bad bitch who flaunted hers and give her a faceful of the competition. It thrilled her.

The other half? Mika enjoyed it.

Siren had done this too many times to miss the signs. Mika didn't turn her head away to seek fresh air. She didn't bury herself in the turnbuckle pads like the prudes did when they took a heavy ass to the face. No, she moaned. The sound vibrated right through the thin material of Siren's bikini and into her sensitive core, sending a shiver of pure ego - and maybe something more heated - up her spine. Then Mika pressed forward. Then her hands started grasping at Siren's cheeks, hips, and thighs in ways that admired the muscle rather than fought it.

That brought the most genuinely satisfied smile to Siren's face that she had ever worn inside a ring.

She milked it for every second it was worth. She threw her head back, gesturing wildly to her own rear with one hand while keeping the other on the ropes for leverage.

"See that!? She knows what's good!" Siren barked at the front row, not caring if any of them heard the exact words over the cries. Didn't matter. The gestures and running mouth did work, too. "She knows her place!"

But she felt the shift. Mika’s hands went from groping to pushing, her need for oxygen finally overriding her libido. Siren knew a lot of shit, and she knew a technician like Mika wouldn't stay down for one stinkface. Giving the veteran a chance to think of retaliation would only get her ass kicked.

Siren twisted her hips wildly one last time, a full, grinding rotation to leave a lasting impression of her on the blonde's nose. Then she broke the contact. She strutted away toward the center of the ring, running her hands slowly up the sides of her body to frame her silhouette before squeezing her breasts together, forcing the crowd’s eyes to stay glued to her.

She didn't stop there. The moment she hit the center, she whirled around. Seeing Mika still seated in the corner, trying to recover her breath, Siren charged. She lowered her center of gravity and threw her body forward, aiming to plant her hip hard against Mika’s face and chest again to crush her back into the buckles with a running hip attack.

[BlackAkuma]

It wasn’t the easiest thing to gauge - what with her being unable to see and the growing pounding in her ears - but it seemed safe to say that Alicia was eating up every moment of this, which she rightly should. She wasn’t just thrusting her ass in the face of anyone, but doing unto Mika what Mika had done unto so many others. She could already see all the GIFs and clips that would be circulating the internet, just off of this moment alone.

Good for her. Rainbow Mika hoped she enjoyed the moment.

Now, if she could get back to breathing, that would be great.

As much as she’d come to enjoy her time between Alicia’s cheeks and hoped it wouldn’t be her last visit, Rainbow Mika was in desperate need of getting and taking in fresh air. She was about to get drastic about it, too, when her opponent thankfully lifted up and strode forward, moving with sultry steps, completely eating up the moment. It made for a lovely sight, and she was sorely tempted to sit there and drink it all in. Alicia’s curves, the way that bikini clung so tight, the salt and sweat on his skin. She could still taste her…

No, no, no. This was part of why Rainbow Mika had come to LAW, so she could learn to control these sorts of urge and push past them, focus on the task at hand. She breathed in deep, focused, sucked in as much air as she could, becuase she would need it soon. Alicia was making her way to the center of the ring, and she had a good idea of what was coming next.

Sure enough, Alicia came charging back in full steam, looking for the running hip attack - exactly what Rainbow Mika would’ve done. But that also meant she knew how to deal with it.

She waited until the last second, just as Alicia was turning to ram her ass in Mika’s face, then gripped the ropes and quickly pulled herself out of the ring and onto the apron, giving Alicia nothing but pads to slam into. That would only stun her for a second, but a second was all she needed.

From the apron, Rainbow Mika reached up, grabbed the top rope, and rapidly yanked herself back up to her feet. She held that grip tight as she leaped up, swung her leg wide over the top rope, and attempted to clock Alicia clean in the face with a rope-assisted enziguiri. "Gotcha!"

[HotWheels]

Siren rarely watched her own matches. She understood the value of scouting - hell, the company didn't pay her to give advice to the incoming fresh meat beyond how to survive a match against a giantess, but she gave them that much of a tip for free... at least before they became her competition. Watching matches could help them see their mistakes. But watching herself? That usually devolved into a battle to avoid taking too much interest in how she looked every fuckin' second of the match. She’d get caught up watching her own expressions, her movements, her ragged attire, ignoring the actual technique in favor of wondering why the look had gone wrong at any given moment. Call it shitty self-consciousness after the fact. Besides, she knew in the moment, within the match, whether she had fucked up or nailed it.

But for that stinkface? On the queen of all stinkfaces? Yeah, she might have to hunt down that clip. Watch it back a few times. Couldn't resist.

Siren felt so pleased with her latest maneuver that she didn't even think about fixing the slightly uncomfortable wedgie that had formed from mashing Mika's face in there beside her bikini bottom. She decided to keep that friction like a damn souvenir - and something for the crowd to admire - until she got back into the locker room. The sensation lingered, and so did the appreciative cries of the crowd as she circled, lining up the blonde bombshell to give her another heavy dose of the parts of the Hollywood Hottie that Mika seemed to think were pretty fuckin' nice.

But this was one of those moments when she knew she was making a mistake. Just happened that she realized it before she could stop it.

Her eyes locked onto Mika’s, and instead of the dazed, oxygen-deprived gloss she expected, she saw alertness. Mika hadn't remained as rattled from the impact and smother as Siren had hoped. But, shit, the last thundering footstep carried Siren toward the turnbuckle whether she wanted to stop or not, her momentum betraying her.

At least she noticed before she cracked her own spine on the steel post. As she turned, instead of committing to the full hip attack, she converted the driving force into a desperate, agile little hop. She sailed into the corner, her body smacking hard against the pads rather than the human target. A body her size moving that fast couldn't do anything but hit hard, and a hundred-eighty-some pounds of curve jiggled violently from the impact, but she managed to catch herself with her hands on the top rope.

Good fuckin' thing, too, because Mika had done exactly what she expected her to do.

Even though Siren had her picked out, talent outpaced thought, and Mika had a fuckton of talent. Siren scrambled, reaching over the top rope in hopes of snatching a blonde pigtail to drag the woman back in, but she caught only air. A split second later, a boot connected with the side of her head.

The rising foot clocked her cleanly, sending a line of searing white pain shooting through her skull. Her grip on the ropes slipped, and she stumbled as she turned, collapsing breasts-first onto the top turnbuckle pad. She hung there for a moment, eyes squinted shut against the ringing in her ears, her head lolling over the top pad as she tried to get her feet back beneath her. Fuck, gonna be a problem.

[BlackAkuma]

Rainbow Mika saw a lot of herself in Alicia Soto. Perhaps a weird thing to say, since the two of them weren’t too far apart in age, but even so, she reminded herself at an earlier stage in her career. Back when she was still training, she had often let the fanfare take over. The crowd had a way of infecting you sometimes, primarily when you weren’t used to the bright lights and the adulation. She’d lost count of the miles Harmaggedon made her run because she’d done a little too much showboating.

Of course, there was nothing wrong with playing to the people, but there was a time and a place for everything. Learning how to judge that was something that came with time, and by the looks of it, Alicia wasn’t quite there. Not yet.

To her credit, she could see the woman realized her mistake en route, and did a good job of correcting herself at the last minute, but it was a bit like the moments before a car crash, those terrible seconds when you see the two cars coming towards each other, you realize what’s about to happen, but know there’s no earthly way to stop it. Even Rainbow Mika had to wince as the woman’s busty body hit the buckles. Needless to say, she was infinitely glad that she was no longer there to take that impact.

Even still, Alicia’s reflexes served her well, as she tried to nab Rainbow Mika out on the apron and came frighteningly close to succeeding. Her instincts - and a dab of luck - kept her out of the Latina’s grasp, and the counterattack proved more than successful, landing flush on the beauty’s face and throwing her for a loop.

Rainbow Mika didn’t wait to see how loopy Alicia was, however. Before the woman had even finished reeling from the blow, she was already leaping into the ring and dashing away from her opponent, stopping only when she reached the center. She dipped low, swung her leg around, and turned on a dime as she fell into a runner’s stance, just as Alicia sagged on the turnbuckle.

Perfect. "My turn!"

Rainbow Mike bolted towards Alicia at top speed, closing in with a couple of quick, powerful strides, just as the bigger woman was turning around. She waited until she was close enough, then spun about, leaped up, threw her hips out, and came at her opponent’s face with her greatest, most well-known signature move…"

!"

[HotWheels]

Shit.

The kick left her head spinning, literally. White-hot pain lanced through her skull where the boot had connected, but she had to get the fuck up. One kick - even from one of the best - shouldn't be able to fuckin' stop her. Her hands gripped the top rope, fingers trying to tighten around the rubber-coated steel, and she blinked hard, once, twice, trying to force her vision to settle.

The crowd's volume spiked suddenly, a sharp rise that penetrated even through her dazed state. Something was happening. Something the audience liked.

Then she heard Mika's voice, and her brain repeated: shit.

The Latina managed to turn her head. Her dark hair stuck to her face where sweat had plastered it, and she had to blink away the strands to see properly. When her vision finally focused, her stomach dropped. Those unmistakable curves spun through the air, hips thrust out, ass-first and flying straight at her face. She knew that move.

Time did that thing it always did right before disaster struck - it slowed down just enough for her to fully appreciate how fucked she was. She saw every detail: the flex of Mika's powerful thighs as she leaped, the way her ass filled out that blue bikini bottom perfectly, the determination in what little she could see of the blonde's face as she twisted mid-air. And what the fuck was she going to do about it but take it? Nothing.

Mika's ass connected with her face with devastating precision, the blonde's full weight and momentum driving the Hollywood Hottie's head back into the turnbuckle pad. The force compressed her features - nose mashing flat, lips crushed, cheekbones pressing painfully against firm glutes. For a split second, everything went dark and airless as her face disappeared completely into that legendary rear end.

But the collision didn't stop there.

The shockwave of impact rippled through Siren's entire body. Her breasts bounced violently against the confines of her pink bikini top, the fabric straining as the force sent them jiggling with the impact's aftershocks. Her legs buckled. Whatever strength she'd been using to keep herself upright vanished, knees going weak and nearly collapsing inward. Her thighs, thick with muscle but still soft in all the ways that made cameras love them, quivered as they tried and failed to support her weight. One foot slipped off the bottom rope where she'd been bracing, and for a moment she was held up by nothing but Mika's ass pinning her face to the turnbuckle.

Then gravity and physics reasserted themselves, and she crumpled.

Her ass hit the middle turnbuckle first as she slid down, the impact sending another jolt through her curves. Her body folded awkwardly, hips catching on the steel-reinforced pad while her torso continued downward. Her legs splayed out beneath her, thighs spreading as she lost all control over her lower body. The position left her completely exposed, her pink bikini bottom riding up slightly from the awkward angle.

Someone would enjoy all of that. Siren didn't. She got all the impact, none of the fun.