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

[BlackAkuma]

There were those who questioned the tactical soundness of Rainbow Mika’s Flying Peach. They said it was a silly move, that it left her too wide open and had too much of a wind-up. They would talk about weird stuff, like frame data and hit stun, and they would criticize her for yelling out the move in advance. Bad form, they’d claim.

They were probably right.

For a wrestler, the move would be a terrible choice…but Rainbow Mika wasn’t just a wrestler. She was a pro-wrestler, and the key difference came down to one word: Presentation. She didn’t throw her butt in people’s faces for the fun of it - though it was fun - but because the crowd ate it up, and you only had to see the reaction from her fans after she called her move to see the truth of that. They erupted. Sheer, unadulterated adulation, before her feet even touched the ground.

She landed, threw her hands up high, came bouncing out of the corner, and threw two peace signs high into the air, as her people roared around her. "Rainbow Mika! ICHIBAN!

After this, there were several ways she could’ve followed up. The most strategic thing to do would be start working on Alicia’s legs, grind her down with some submission holds. Or she could pulled her out of the ring and get some crowd brawling into the mix - while this wasn’t a hardcore match, there was no count and falls counted anywhere. Whoever set this match up wanted them to fight all over the place, and she wouldn’t mind obliging them. Rainbow Mika was always ready to take her fight to the streets.

And she would. In a moment. Now, now, though, because as she looked over her shoulder and the crowd crooned, she knew there was only one true way to follow up her Flying Peach, especially after she ‘endured’ Alicia’s ass assault from a moment ago. Her opponent was sitting in the corner, dazed, only moments after giving Rainbow Mika a stinkface. This wasn’t happenstance - no, it was a sign from the wrestling gods, an edict from Palaestra herself. There was only one way in which to precede.

Rainbow Mika gave her ass cheek a hard, echoing slap, a signal to the crowd, before she strolled over to her fallen foe, mimicking Alicia’s own sultry strut as she approached, though she admittedly couldn't quite match her style. What she liked in seductive grace, however, she made up for in vigor and experience, as she spun about, gripped the ropes tight, and planted her feet.

A moment to build up the tension. A deep breath. A nibbling of the lip.

Rainbow Mika shot her hips out, ramming her ass into Alicia’s face and making her the instant envy of millions. She planted her feet firmly and let all of her weight drop onto the woman’s face, ensuring her features went deep into the cleft, completely swallowed by her cheeks.There’d be no air escaping on her watch, and Alicia would be lucky to get a sliver of sunlight.

”RAINBOW MIKA, ICHIBAN! RAINBOW MIKA, ICHIBAN!”

She began to grind against Alicia’s face in time with the crowd’s chants, as the widest smile took over her face. She lowered her head as she continued the fanfare and spoke, hoping her voice would carry to Alicia over the din. "Just want you to know, I'm having the time of my life, right now."

[HotWheels]

Siren's exact reality came back in pieces.

Her eyes fluttered open, her vision swimming as she tried to focus. Dark strands of hair hung in front of her face, plastered to her forehead and cheeks with sweat. Through the curtain of black, she caught glimpses of herself. Her legs were splayed out in front of her, thighs spread obscenely wide. Her pink bikini bottom had ridden up from the awkward way she'd collapsed, the fabric cutting into her hips and leaving very little to the imagination in the front. One of her top's strings had loosened, threatening to spill her breast out entirely if she moved wrong.

Shit. She needed to get up. This wasn't the Hollywood Siren, who owned every moment of camera time. She had the camera time, no doubt - the phones were still flashing, and one of the cameras around no doubt zoomed in on her - but they were capturing all the right things for all the wrong reasons. And Siren couldn't abide by that. She planted one hand against the bottom turnbuckle pad, trying to push herself up. Her head spun, that kick and the Flying Peach having done more damage than she wanted to admit. But she had to move. Had to get up. Had to-

The crowd's volume suddenly shifted, the tone changing from general excitement to something more specific. More rhythmic. It triggered something familiar in her mind.

Siren's head lifted slightly, hair falling away from her face enough to see. Her vision focused just in time to catch Mika turning around a few feet away, that perfect ass aimed directly at the corner. Directly at her.

"Fffff-" She started to jerk her shoulders to the side since they could move faster than the rest of her body right now - anything to get out of the line of fire. But she only managed to shift maybe an inch before she saw Mika's hips shoot backward, saw that blue-clad ass coming straight for her face. There was a split second - barely a heartbeat - where she could've maybe ducked, maybe thrown her head back through the pads. But something stopped her. Some traitorous part of her brain that whispered it's Mika and made her hesitate just long enough.

Then she took the impact.

The world disappeared into warmth and pressure and the overwhelming sensation of Mika's ass completely engulfing her face. Her nose pressed flat, her mouth and chin buried in the cleft between those legendary cheeks, her entire head swallowed by firm muscle and soft flesh wrapped in that thin blue fabric.

"Mmmgph-"

Mika's full weight settled onto her, pinning her head back against the bottom turnbuckle with nowhere to go, and the gulp of air that Siren had sucked in as she prepared herself to dodge came out as a way-too-pathetic sound. The blonde's cheeks compressed around her features, cutting off air completely. But worse - or better, her brain couldn't decide - was how thoroughly she was buried. She couldn't see anything past the blue fabric filling her vision. Couldn't breathe anything except Mika's scent. Couldn't feel anything except that perfect ass grinding against her face.

She was on the receiving end of the most famous ass in professional wrestling, and every single nerve in her face was screaming about it.

Her hands came up, palms pressing against Mika's hips. She should push. Should try to shove the blonde off, should fight, should do something that resembled resistance. But her fingers just... stayed there. Resting against warm skin. Feeling the flex of Mika's muscles as she adjusted her position. She hadn't taken many of these herself, and it showed.

The grinding started, and Siren's entire body tensed. Mika rolled her hips in rhythm with the crowd's chanting, and every movement dragged different parts of her ass across Siren's trapped face. Her nose traced the cleft. Her lips pressed against fabric and flesh. Her cheekbones felt the firmness of those glutes flexing. In some ways... she couldn't complain.

And she couldn't help it. A quick moan escaped before she could stop it - muffled completely by Mika's ass, probably inaudible to anyone else, but she heard it. Felt it vibrate against the blonde's body. A sound she never made in the ring, a sound of pure, involuntary response to... this. The most uniquely desperate situation she had ever been in, maybe the most humiliating one yet, in public, anyway.

And Mika was having the time of her life. With her. In this position. That shouldn't have dimmed the fury she felt at having her face used and abused like this, but... it did. Knowing that Mika was enjoying this, that she was getting off on smothering her face in ass...

She couldn't finish the thought. Rather than unpack anything else, her hands twitched against Mika's hips, fingers finally trying to grip, to pull, to do something. With what little strength she could muster - far less than she should've had after the barrage and... this - she tried to pull Mika down. Tried to disrupt her balance, drag her off her throne.

[BlackAkuma]

It was a little-known fact that Rainbow Mika was actually giving Stinkfaces before she ever became an official pro wrestler. Back when she was still coming up and training, it was a way she would often cap off her sparring matches with Yamato, and it grew into a sort of tradition with them - one that her friend never objected to, not even once, which was a little odd now that she thought about it…

Anyway, as she came into her own and her world-class ass turned into a staple of her style, she had perfected her technique, refined it after years of practice, and could claim to be one of the world’s foremost experts on the ‘technique’ - she had spent an unseemly amount of time perfecting it, working on the stance, learning the proper way to disturbed her weight, et cetera. Luckily, she had no shortage of willing volunteers to practice with.

Alicia would be feeling the results of that practice now, as her ass settled over the Latina’s lovely features and created a perfect seal. She might have lacked the bigger woman’s sheer size, but she more than made up for it in other, subtler ways. Her glutes spread wide, pulling her face in deep, with muscles that pulsed and pressed and kept her firmly in place. Her legs locked her against the turnbuckle and worked to keep her pinned.

Rainbow Mika was pleased with the results. And, if that moan she heard - and felt - from Alicia was anything to go by, she wasn’t the only one.

"Well, hello there."Rainbow Mika had a good laughed and wiggled along Alicia’s hands roamed along her skin. She brought her voice low and conspiratorial, dropping her usual boisterous bluster to throw a private message Alicia’s way. "Guess we've got more in common than I thought, huh?"

Much as she would’ve loved to stay here and do this for much, much longer, this wasn’t that sort of match, and she wasn’t about to get a knockout this way, not that she’d even want to. Alicia's resistance was surging back, and while she definitely could’ve ridden this out a bit longer and milked the moment for everything it was worth, she had a match to win - as fun as this was, no one had ever gotten a pinfall by a Stinkface.
Rainbow Mika backed stepped out of the corner, with the suction so tight on Alicia’s face that she actually pulled her head along for a brief second, before it plopped free and fell back against the pads. She took a moment to soak in the crowd’s applause, arms out wide and accepting, but she spun about on her heel and moved back. "All right, back to work..."

Rainbow Mika reached down, gripped Alicia’s head, and roughly hauled the woman up and she was standing against the pads. She hopped up and planted her foot on the bottom ropes and leaned against the bigger woman, pressing her blossoming chest against the Latina’s face as she pointed towards the sky. "Time to take you for a ride!"

She made her intent clear in the next moment as she leaped straight up, wrapped her legs around Alicia’s head, jerked back, and attempted to pull the Hollywood Siren’s body along with her, trying to send her flying towards the center of the ring with a hurricanrana.

[HotWheels]

Siren had not been on the receiving end of many asses.

She did the sitting, usually. The smothering. The grinding. And the few times someone had managed to get her in this position - usually shitty little upstarts in the performance center who thought it would make them stand out if they dominated the big, bad girl they'd been asked to train with - she'd forced them off quickly. Violently, sometimes. Made it clear that Hollywood Siren didn't get buried under anyone's ass without consequences.

In a lot of ways, she'd never understood how women smaller than her made it work. Their asses were too small, there wasn't enough weight, their technique was all wrong. They'd sit on her face and she'd just... shove them off. Easy. Done. But Siren was learning - in real time, in front of a crowd - what someone could do with perfect technique.

Because Mika had her in there.

The seal was airtight. Those glutes spread wide around her face, pulling her features deep into the cleft between them. Every plane of her face - nose, lips, cheekbones, forehead - pressed flush against firm muscle, soft flesh, or the thin blue fabric that kept her modest. There was no gap, no pocket of air, no space to even think about breathing. Mika's ass molded around her like it had been designed specifically to swallow her whole.

Fuck. She could actually- anyone weaker than Siren? Less determined? They might go out.

The pressure was constant and overwhelming. She could feel every flex of Mika's muscles as the blonde adjusted her position, rolling her hips to grind down harder. Those legendary glutes tensed and released in waves, squeezing Siren's head like a vice before relaxing just enough to make her think there might be relief - then clamping down again even tighter. The skin was warm, almost hot against her face, damp with sweat that transferred onto her trapped features. Her nose was completely compressed, unable to pull in even a sliver of air. Her mouth was sealed shut by the pressure, lips mashed against fabric and flesh. Even her ears were half-covered by the curve of Mika's cheeks, muffling the crowd noise into a distant roar punctuated by her own heartbeat thundering in her skull. Claustrophobic was a word for it.

Siren's hands gripped Mika's hips harder, fingers digging into warm skin. It would take literally lifting the blonde off her to stop this. Just pushing wouldn't work. Squirming wouldn't work. Mika had found the perfect angle, the perfect pressure, and she was using it. And something about that effectiveness - the fact that Siren genuinely didn't have an immediate answer for it, that she was actually stuck in a way she almost never was - struck one of her very few genuine turn-ons, one she was learning about in real time, too.

But at the same time, she hated it. Hated that the crowd could see her like this. The big, bad Hollywood Siren, the woman who'd spent months building a reputation as someone who couldn't be controlled, now buried face-first under Rainbow Mika's legendary ass, her cascading dark hair the only visible part of her beneath those blue-clad cheeks.

But just this once - just this once - because it was Mika, because there was something strangely honoring about being in a match with this woman and getting christened by this move, because it validated everything she'd worked toward...

She could tolerate it.

For a few more seconds.

Then those seconds passed, and her lungs started screaming. Her face felt like it was on fire, burning from the pressure and the lack of air and the sheer overwhelming sensory overload. Her vision started to spot at the edges - not quite fading yet, but getting there. Not like this. Her efforts to pull Mika off doubled. She yanked hard on the blonde's hips, trying to pry her up by sheer force. Her fingers found the fabric of Mika's leotard, bunching it up in her grip as she pulled and pulled and-

The movement only exposed more of Mika's ass to her face. Pulled the fabric tighter, made the seal somehow even more complete. Her nose wedged deeper, her cheeks melded further into those glutes. Wasn't working, so she tried to-

Mika broke it herself.

The blonde stepped back, and there was actual suction. The seal had been so tight that Siren's face came along for the ride briefly, her nose still wedged deep between those cheeks until she popped out. Her head fell back against the pads, and she pulled in heavy, desperate breaths. Her face was completely red - flushed from exertion and suffocation. She could feel the imprint of Mika's ass still on her features, like it had left a mark she'd be feeling for hours.

She didn't have time to do much else. Mika was already spinning back, already reaching down to grab her head. Siren grimaced, trying to resist even as she knew she needed to stand anyway. Her hands found the ropes for leverage, and she pushed herself up on shaky legs.

Her breathing was labored, sending her breasts rising and falling dramatically with each gulp of air. But strangely - maybe because the blood flow was returning to her brain, maybe because that brief moment of recovery had given her system time to process the earlier damage - she felt better. The dizziness from the kick and the Flying Peach had faded slightly. The strength was creeping back into her arms, her core, her back.

Mika gave it to her. The blonde hopped up, planting her foot on the bottom rope and leaning against her. And suddenly Siren found herself staring up at Mika's face from between her breasts, the blonde's chest pressed against her instead of her ass. Siren's eyes narrowed. Her jaw set. That steely, rough focus she'd lost somewhere between the kick and the stinkface came roaring back.

"Someone's goin' for a fuckin' ride," she growled, just as Mika leaped.

The blonde flew up, thighs wrapping around Siren's head as she went for the hurricanrana. Siren felt the momentum trying to flip her, felt Mika's legs starting to wrench her body forward-

She grabbed. Both hands shot up to grip Mika's thighs, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. Her core engaged, abs flexing as she resisted the rotation. Her back straightened, fighting against the leverage Mika was trying to use. She just barely managed to hang on without getting turned over. Her legs planted wide for stability, thighs burning with the effort of keeping her grounded. And instead of letting Mika complete the hurricanrana, she converted the momentum into a step forward.

One heavy, deliberate step toward the center of the ring.

Her grip shifted, hands moving from Mika's thighs to her waist as she lifted. The blonde was still wrapped around her head, but now Siren was in control. She straightened fully, hoisting Mika up-

And then she sat out, sending her ass and Mika's back toward the canvas between her legs.

[BlackAkuma]

Oops. Big, big oops.

Rainbow Mika had done more hurricanranas than most. While it was never her signature, it was still a move she busted out in just about every match she had, showing some love for her Lucha Libre roots and training. It was everything she loved about wrestling in a nutshell - flashy, fast, and effective. The perfect way to plant a bombshell like the Hollywood Siren.

That familiarity also meant she knew what it was about to fail and do so in a spectacular fashion. While she landed it well about 95% of the time, there was always that small fraction who denied her, the 1/20 who had the strength to resist. She figured that Alicia wouldn’t fall into that camp, that she would be too out of it to summon the power or have her timing on point. After taking a Stinkface like that, she had to be exhausted and would need a few moments to recover, moments she woud not be getting. Right?

Wrong. She learned just how wrong she was when her descent came to a screeching halt. "Oooooooooh, no."

Hands at her thighs, gripping tight. Not a sensation she would’ve hated in isolation, but here it served as an ominous warning. Rainbow Mika shook her head as she was hefted up and marched forward, her body locked in place while her foe moved. She was on a runaway freight train, and there was nothing she could do but hold on tight and wait for the crash. "Nonono-"

Yes.

Rainbow Mika hit the canvas with an impact that thundered out across the waves, reverberating above the pounding surface. Her body crashed flopped up, then fell back down as her opponent kept her trapped, legs in the air and shoulders to the mat.

The referee slid in beside them and started the count. ”1…!”

Rainbow Mika heard it but didn’t hear it. The sound didn’t register as anything but noise, like someone calling to her through the crowd. The people were cheering too loud, her skull was pounding

”2…!”

Focus was coming back to her, and her reflexes took over. She kicked out just as the referee’s hand was reaching its apex. She threw her shoulders up and twisted to the side in a violent spasm, breaking away from her opponent, but that was all her body could manage at the moment. For the time being, Alicia had swung the match firmly in her favor.

[HotWheels]

Siren would be thinking about parts of this match for days, weeks even. No doubt about that. She'd probably curse herself for that sliver of a moment where she'd let her guard down - as if she could have actually escaped Mika's ass if she'd tried any harder. Not the point. The point was she'd hesitated, and that hesitation had cost her control, had put her in one of the most humiliating positions of her career.

She shoved that thought down hard. That was a problem for later. For when she was alone in her apartment with too much time to think. For now, it didn't matter. It wouldn't factor into the end of this match. She was too self-aware for it not to come back up eventually - but for the time being? She had control. And seeing Mika's shocked face as she caught and held the woman aloft did her all the good in the world, brought back every ounce of that confidence she wielded like a weapon. It gave Siren the energy to power through, her bikini-clad body flexing with effort and slick with sweat as she took one step, then two, muscles rippling under bronze skin as she hoisted Mika higher.

Then she dropped.

"Yes," she growled, the word coming out bold and satisfied as she sat out hard.

The impact rattled through her entire body. Her thick rear caught most of it - that was the design, after all - but she still felt the reverberations up her spine. But worth it, because Mika got it so much worse. The blonde's back hit the canvas with a thunderous crack that Siren felt as much as heard, and the way her body flopped up from the impact before falling back down? Beautiful shit.

Mika sprawled out beneath her, clearly dazed. Siren's breathing was heavy - her chest rising and falling dramatically as she gulped air - but she didn't waste the opportunity. She kept Mika's legs aloft against the front of her torso and pushed her own calves down over the blonde's arms and shoulders to pin them. Then she flicked her head sharply to one side, sending her long dark hair flying up and out of her face so the cameras could get a clear shot of her smug fuckin' expression. She bit her lip as she leaned into the pin, putting her weight forward to keep Mika flat. The ref dropped down beside them.

One, two, and-

Mika kicked out. Violently. Fuck.

Siren pulled back slightly, settling her weight onto her knees as she caught her breath. She hadn't actually believed she'd get Mika that easily - not really. This was Rainbow fucking Mika, after all. The woman had taken worse and kept going. But still... that had felt good. The control. The reversal. The way the crowd had reacted when she'd caught the hurricanrana and turned it into something devastating.

But she needed a moment. Just one. Her lungs burned, her muscles ached, and her face still felt hot from... everything. She looked down at Mika's form sprawled on the canvas, the blonde's chest heaving as she tried to recover from the powerbomb. Siren rubbed her sweaty hair back out of her face with one hand, buying herself a few seconds to breathe. But a moment didn't mean she had to stop the offensive. She could use her body on Mika's even while taking a little break. Keep the pressure on without expending too much energy. Smart wrestling. The kind of shit that separated good wrestlers from great ones.

Siren shifted her weight, planting one hand on Mika's shoulder and shoving her hard onto her stomach.

"You look good on your stomach," Siren purred, her husky voice carrying just enough for Mika and maybe a couple of the cameras to hear. She moved quickly before Mika could recover. Scooted forward and sat up on the blonde's back, letting her weight settle onto Mika's lower spine. Then she reached down and grabbed Mika's arms, pulling them until they were almost together at the elbows, stuck between Siren's thighs. A lotus lock. "But I look better on you."

Given their height difference, Siren's ass pressed down on Mika's, pinning her hips to the mat, keeping that battle between their finest features alive. Her legs squeezed around the blonde's arms, keeping them tucked neatly between them, stuck behind Mika's back at a painful angle. Then she crossed her feet at Mika's neck, using the leverage to keep the blonde's upper body flat while her own body weight held everything else down.

[BlackAkuma]

Was that the hardest powerbomb Rainbow Mika had ever taken?

She would say no, though it wasn’t a mark against Alicia, just a testament to the level of competition she had, the sort of people she was put up against. She’d crossed paths with Migiri Oozoro, Titan Kobashi, the Twin Terrors, just to name some of her prominent foes. She’d taken powerbombs that could and did pin her before. One that left her aching for weeks.

The one Alicia gave wasn’t quite as bad as those, but it wasn’t too far off from that pedigree, either. If Rainbow Mika were to take it later, when she was more winded, when she had less gas in the tank, it might be enough to do the job. Now, however? Not quite.

The crowd gasped and clapped as she made her escape, glad that the match wasn’t ending on such a sudden note. Rainbow Mika shared in their joy, but you wouldn’t have known that to see the rictus of pain etched against her face, as she reeled from the heavy hit. While it hadn't been enough to take her down, it was still a hefty amount of damage to take, and she would need a second to get her breath back and find her footing.

Time that Alicia didn’t seem keen on giving her, it looked like.

Rainbow Mika had only begun to sit up when the big Latina came in and flipped her over onto her chest, making her pigtails fly as she tumbled. She couldn't quite hear what the woman said over the roaring crowd and the rushing waves, but the tone told enough. Nothing good was about to come her way.

She expected something simple - a Boston Crab, a Camel Clutch. While she wasn’t lacking in technique, Alicia struck her as a more ‘meat and potatoes’ sort of wrestler, not that type to go for anything too fancy or exotic. Those moves, she knew how to deal with. That stuff, she was ready for.

She knew something was off when Alicia sat on her butt, way too low for a Camel Clutch. Instead, those legs of hers - thick, tempting, but packed with deadly muscle - wrapped around her, clasped behind her head, and began to exert pressure, pulling her chest apart with her legs. A lotus lock, should’ve known - Alicia had used this same move in her match against Angela. Back then, the bruiser had used sheer, insane strength to muscle her way up and ram Alicia against the turnbuckle.

Rainbow Mika was strong, damned strong for her size, but she was nowhere near powerful enough to pull that off, even on her best day. Instead, she was stuck to the decidedly more mundane, as she dug her feet, gritted her teeth, and began the arduous process of pushing her way towards the ropes with her legs alone, sliding along the canvas while Alicia’s weight bore down on her.

"Hope...you enjoy...the view." She spoke through her gritted teeth, as her cheeks pressed into the mat. "You won't...have it...for long!"

[HotWheels]

Reestablish the Siren. That was what she had to do now.

The moment had passed. People would fucking love it, yeah, the visual of Hollywood Siren buried under Rainbow Mika's legendary ass. It would be clipped, shared, talked about. Fine. She could let it go as long as it didn't lead to a letdown, as long as she got more of her own moments to make up for it. They were two hot as shit people putting on a show, so shit like that was going to happen. It would entertain.

Just like this hold.

The lotus lock wasn't complicated. Wasn't devastating in the way a chokehold or joint lock would be. But it did everything Siren needed it to do right now - it immobilized Mika to keep her from doing something dangerous, it let Siren recover her breath and let some of those aches subside, and most importantly, the crowd found it fucking sexy and entertaining. She played to them. Adjusted her position slightly, which gave her the excuse to reach up and pull her pink bikini top mostly back into place. The powerbomb and the struggling had left it askew, threatening to spill out entirely, and while she didn't mind showing skin, a tease served better than a revelation, in her experience. But she gave her heavy breasts a deliberate jiggle as she settled the fabric, then blew the crowd an almost harsh, dismissive kiss as they cheered for the view, a dry "you assholes are welcome" in all but words.

"They want you down there," she taunted, leaning forward slightly to make sure the blonde could hear her over the crowd noise. "So maybe think about stayin' an' pleasin' 'em like a good girl."

But Mika wasn't being a good girl. Siren felt the movement beneath her - the blonde's legs digging into the canvas, her body starting to inch forward despite the weight pressing down on her. Siren leaned back, propping herself up on her fingers for better leverage. She tightened her legs around Mika's trapped arms, squeezing harder to make the movement more painful, more difficult. Her feet pressed tighter at the blonde's neck, trying to use the crossed ankles as a fulcrum to keep her flat. She chewed at her bottom lip in concentration, muscles flexing as she worked to deter the escape attempt.

But it didn't deter her.

Mika kept moving. Slowly, painfully, but she kept fucking moving. "Fine," Siren growled, loud enough for Mika to hear. "You're makin' this worse on yourself."

Before Mika could reach for that bottom rope and force a clean break and reset that she didn't want, Siren released the hold. Her legs unwrapped from around the blonde's arms, her feet uncrossed from behind her neck. But she didn't give Mika time to celebrate the freedom. Her hands shot down, grabbing for Mika's ankles. She caught them - barely - and immediately started to pull.

Mika might have thought she was just going to drag her away from the ropes. A simple reset, maybe transition into another hold. Nah, worse.

Siren planted her feet wide on the canvas, one on either side of Mika's prone body. She huffed out a breath, feeling the burn in her muscles from everything they'd already done tonight. Then she visibly tightened every muscle in her body - abs, back, shoulders, arms, legs - and lifted. Mika came up off the canvas, her body rising as Siren straightened with a grunt of effort. The blonde's weight settled awkwardly at first, all dead weight and no cooperation, but Siren adjusted her grip and her stance.

She tried to spin Mika into a first for the Hollywood hottie - a giant swing.

[BlackAkuma]

Rainbow Mika had lost before. It didn’t happen super often, but it did happen. More than people realized, she was fairly sure.

It wasn’t that she tried to hide her failures, but it was just the way the world seemed to process them. She had a lot of fans, a staggering amount, and those fans liked to see her at her best. They wanted her to win, to cheer her on, so they buried the Ls she took and focused on her Ws. Heroizing, she called it. They didn’t want to know about the time she got beat by a rollup pin, or when Mister Zangief had nearly broken her in half with a muscle buster, or that time Cobra Mizuki had knocked her out with a sleeper hold. She got it.

But she did lose. It happened to everyone, including her.

What she did not do, however, was give up. Rainbow Mika was proud to say that no one, as of yet, had ever managed to get a submission out of her. As good as Alicia was - and she was good - she wasn’t about to change that. Not here. Not today.

The woman taunted her from above as she sat on Rainbow Mika’s back, a queen in her palanquin. She appreciated the cockiness of it, loved the swagger, but she did her best to tune it out and focus on the task at hand. Pushing. Struggling. Grinding her way across the canvas, fighting for every inch. The crowd was with her, cheering her along every step of the way, and she used that energy to fuel her fight forward. One more inch, then another, then another, then…

Maybe she would’ve gotten to the ropes, maybe she wouldn’t have, the world would never know, either way. Alicia canceled the trip early, and the next thing Rainbow Mika knew, she was being dragged back towards the center of the ring, her bathing suit squeaking along the canvas as she went.

Distressing enough, by itself. Not quite as distressing as what came next. "Whoawhoawhowaitwait-"

Rainbow Mika flailed about as Alicia took her out for a spin, hurling her around and around and around as she went into the Giant Swing. Sure enough, the crowd would begin to count, which didn’t bode well for her efforts to keep her lunch from flying out - she got the impression that the Hollywood Siren was something of a crowd pleaser, and she definitely had the strength to keep this going for a while.