The Education of Desdemona Belti - Part 4: Alizeh Midori

[BlackAkuma]

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, she was doing this. Dizzy was actually doing this.

Even though she was the one on offense, it felt like her heart was threatening to pump its way out of her chest as she launched Alizeh into that corner, once again putting her on the backfist. Her mind raced - she’d gone over this with Alicia, she should’ve had it down pat by now. She needed to close the gap, bring the fight to her opponent, let no opening go unpunished.

Move, move, move!

Dizzy didn’t waste another second and rushed in, not even deciding her next move until she was halfway towards her target. She waited until she was close enough, then leaped up, raised her leg, and sent a rising knee flying towards Alizeh’s face, looking to drive it clean on the chin.

[Bare]

Alizeh panted softly as she leaned against the corner, looking across the ring at Dizzy who was clearly in a bit of disbelief herself but seemingly working herself up and planning her next move. Unfortunately for her however so was Alizeh. As the girl rushed at the green haired wrestler Alizeh would wait until Dizzy was in the air before suddenly darting forward out of the corner, moving to the side as she did so while brining her arm up across Dizzy's chets, her hand grabbing the girl's shoulder in the process. Thus if all went well then Alizeh would pull back and down while dropping onto one knee... aiming to crash Dizzy's spine onto her knee with a back breaker!

[BlackAkuma]

Even in her young life, Dizzy had no shortage of thrills. Mostly of the sexual variety, true, but enough that she wasn’t unused to the wild sensations her body could produce. She knew what it was like to be on the edge, to have her heart racing.

But not like this. Never anything close to this. As Dizzy came rushing in, she could feel herself on the cusp of the biggest victory of her career, a turning point. It didn’t even matter that her mother was never going to find out about this - it would be her thing. Her own personal trophy. She was on top of the world.

Until she wasn’t. ”Oh, shit!”

Dizzy cried out as her little body was snatched out of the air and all of her momentum came to a screeching stop. She was plucked out of the air, and from there, she knew her only possible destination was the canvas.

As it turned out, though, she was wrong. The canvas was not her destination. Instead, it was Alizeh’s knee, which she promptly crashed down on, nearly splitting her in half. Dizzy shrieked, then rolled off and kicked her feet about as she suffered, her brain going wild with the pain.

[Bare]

Bringing Dizzy crashing down onto her knee rather brutally with a back breaker Alizeh would let the girl roll off her knee without issue while Alizeh panted softly, taking deep breaths and using the brief moment to refocus herself as she sat up and looked towards Dizzy.

"Ok... no more Ms.Nice Vet..." Alizeh said softly to herself, knowing that her willingness to let Dizzy get as much offense as she did to see what she was capable of was the reason that she was in the current state she was in.

As such Alizeh needed to lock in and finish this match NOW. Reaching forward Alizeh would take Dizzy's hand and wrap her leg around it before getting into a kneeling position before reaching over to grab at Dizzy's leg and pull it up and over her shoulder, aiming to lock in her submission finisher the Emerald Twilight!

Granted it was a version that forgoed the usual set up involving the inverted stomp, but in this case... locking the move in mattered more than a bit of extra damage as Alizeh immediately began pulling down as hard and as brutally as possible!

[BlackAkuma]

So, where had Dizzy messed up, here? Because, maybe it was just her inexperience talking, but she was having a hard time zeroing in on the precise moment of fuckery. Everything had been going so right - she had Alizeh on the ropes, scored two orgasm, and all she needed to do was get the woman down, stun her, and she could get a third easy.

She knew it. She could taste the win, damn it.

And then it all went to pot, as if Alizeh just went into Super Wrestler mode all of the sudden. Now she was on the woman’s knee, nearly broken in half, experiencing some of the worst pain in her life, with the strong feeling that it was even going to get worse from there.

”Ah, no!” Dizzy tried to squirm out of Alizeh’s hold as she seized her wrist, but the woman’s grip proved too strong, and there was nothing she could do as she took her leg, pulled it over her shoulder, and locked her in…

…Dizzy had no idea what this move was called. Even if she had known, though, she doubted she could’ve remembered in this moment, what with her being in indescribable agony and whatnot. It felt like she was being ripped apart at the seams, and if her mother was here, she’d likely tell her to tough it out, to push through it. Eye of the tiger, all of that.

Fuck. That. Dizzy knew when she was beat. She tapped and tapped and tapped as hard as she could. ”Letgoletgoletgofuckfuckfuck-”

[Bare]

Not willing to take any more chances with Dizzy or her magic hands Alizeh was intent on ending this match asap. Managing to hook her leg around Dizzy's arm to lock it down and then reaching over to grab the girl's leg Alizeh would then lift the leg up and pull it over her shoulder, aiming to secure the emerald twilight!

Wrenching down on the hold and gritting her teeth Alizeh knew it wouldn't be long now, after all this was her submission finisher for a reason. Sure enough within a minute Alizeh heard the sound of Dizzy's hand slapping the canvas, officially marking her submission and the end of the match!

Unwrapping her leg from the girl's arm and falling backwards onto the mat Alizeh would pant softly as a buzzer went off letting the two know that things were over. After a moment Alizeh would sit up and look over at Dizzy before slapping her butt to get the girl's attention.

"Not.. bad girl. You actually had me a few times. You got a lot of potential." Alizeh said with a bit of labored breathing, but some genuine words of praise for her opponent.

[BlackAkuma]

”-fuckfuckfuck-”

Dizzy was yelping all the way up until Alizeh finally let go of the arm, giving her poor limb the rest it so desperately needed. She rolled away, cradling it and hissing up a storm, but even through the pain a damning realization was dawning: She’d lost.

Dizzy, normally, wouldn’t have cared. She was just out to have a good time, and she hadn't won any of her other dark matches. Losing this one, to fucking Alizeh Midori, shouldn’t have been a big thing, and yet…

Damn it. She’d been close. She could taste that win.

She yelped at the slap on the butt, which dragged her back to reality with a start. She looked over at the woman as she sat up and rubbed her aching arm. ”Look, I…appreciate you being nice. But you don’t have to do that.”