Aya Al-Amari vs. Angela Belti - My Generation

[BlackAkuma]

”Eh, can’t argue with that.” Dizzy nodded along, agreeing with Kuni’s take on her backstory. Honestly, if she didn’t know better, she would think they were making it up. She’d met some wrestlers like that, people who gave themselves these wild backstories to spice up their in-ring persona. The story they told was a lot less outlandish than, say, being possessed by an ancient Icelandic tree god, or being the reincarnated soul of Ghenghis Khan.

”Could probably make a neat little action novel out of it. Mine’s a little simpler, sorry to say.” Dizzy blew out a bubble, popped it, and slurped it back into her mouth. Time to start shooting her shot, a little. ”Sorry if I’m not making the best company, a little distracted with the match and everything. Maybe we can meet up after, catch something to eat, talk more?”

A novel attempt. Dizzy, as it turned out, wasn’t the only one swinging for the fence at the moment and making moves. Angela couldn't say she was enjoying much success, though.

She did hit Aya, though defining a blocked hook as a hit felt a touch too charitable. The blow didn’t have any lasting physical damage, but it seemed to take a small mental toll on her opponent. It was one thing to look at someone like her and know she was strong, but feeling that power was a wholly different thing, and no amount of preparation could get her ready for it.

She would be wary now, as demonstrated when she leaped back and avoided the next strike altogether, playing it smart and safe. It was already making for a frustrating match, and they were only a minute into the formal proceedings, if that long.

The good news, though, was that Angela still had the pace firmly in hand, and Aya wasn’t trying to take the offense. She could work with that, she just needed to get a little inventive.

Angela moved in again with arms raised, looking for all the world like she was trying for another tie-up. Instead of staying high, though, she waited until the last moment to dip down and charge forward, attempting to crash her shoulder into Aya’s chest and pin her up against the nearest corner.

[Delalily]

Kimi’s smile lit up slightly, her bubbly persona taking center stage as she leaned in closer to Dizzy. “Oh, that sounds… fun,” she said, her voice bright but carrying a subtle undertone of caution. She wasn’t fully sold on Dizzy yet—far from it—but she wasn’t about to shut her down outright. After all, Aya had taught them to be open-minded, even if they were careful. Kimi nudged Kuni gently, her grin widening as she added, “Come on, Kuni, it’d be impolite to turn down a friendly invite, don’t you think? Plus,” she glanced back at Dizzy, her tone playful but laced with quiet scrutiny, “she seems harmless enough. Right?”

Kuni gave her sister a flat look, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest. She didn’t say anything, but the slight tilt of her head suggested she wasn’t entirely opposed—though she wasn’t exactly thrilled either. Kimi, ever the optimist, took it as a win and turned back to Dizzy with a cheerful nod. “We’ll think about it,” she said, her tone light but firm. “Let’s see how this match plays out first, though. Can’t miss Mom’s big moment, you know?”

Meanwhile, inside the ring, Aya’s sharp eyes caught Angela charging straight at her, and her instincts kicked in. Angela’s body was spread wide like a combine harvester, and Aya knew dodging wasn’t an option—not this time. She braced herself, planting her feet firmly, but it wasn’t enough to stop the sheer force of Angela’s shoulder crashing into her chest.

Aya felt Angela's hard shoulder find its mark, charging her as her back slammed into the corner turnbuckle with a loud thud. Pain shot through her ribs, and for a moment, her vision blurred. Angela was like a freight train, rushing through everything in her path, and Aya had just been on the receiving end of that raw power.

But Aya wasn’t out yet. She gritted her teeth, her hands gripping the ropes as she pushed herself upright. The impact had knocked the wind out of her, and her ribs throbbed with a dull ache, but she refused to let Angela think she’d gained any real advantage. Aya’s lips curled into a smirk as she steadied herself, her mind already calculating her next move.

So, she’s stronger than I gave her credit for, Aya thought, her tone dripping with amusement rather than concern. Angela Belti had lived up to her reputation, sure, but that didn’t mean Aya was in trouble. Not even close. She’d faced powerhouse wrestlers before, women who could bulldoze through opponents twice their size. Angela was just another challenge to overcome, another hurdle to prove that Aya’s technical prowess outmatched raw strength any day of the week.

She adjusted her stance, her movements smooth and deliberate, her focus razor-sharp. If Angela wanted to play the brute, Aya would counter with precision. The match was far from over, and Aya had no intention of letting it slip away. She’d dismantle Angela piece by piece, and by the end of it, there’d be no doubt who the superior wrestler was.

[BlackAkuma]

Yeah, definitely having a lot more success with Kimi than Kuni - heck, Dizzy only just now picked up the other woman’s name. She seemed pretty dead set on distrust, for whatever reason. Why, she couldn't quite fathom. According to most people, she was about as threatening as a terrier. While she didn’t know how they rolled in the ring, if what they said about their mother was true, they’d been trained a lot more than her. They certainly had the bodies to show it. She wouldn’t give herself good odds against either of them.

But her foot was in the door. Not much, but it would do for now. This match was bound to last for a while; she could always plant more seeds later.

Instead, she brought her focus back to the ring, where her mother was still trying to hound down the ever-elusive Aya Al-Amari. Dizzy had sparred with her enough to know the big woman wasn’t slow - people thought that because of the muscles, and she was never going to win any track meets, but she had good, explosive speed and could take you off guard if you were careful. The dark-skinned beauty in the ring was figuring that out the hard way, it seemed.

Angela came in like a freight train, just about as loud and every bit as subtle. One of the good things about being so big was that, sometimes, it didn’t matter how fast your opponent was. With the right placement, they just could not get around you.

Such was the case, here. Angela came crashing into her, driving her into the corner. A good start. Far from winning the match, but her opponent was hurt and in the corner. This, she could work with.

Figuring the time was right to pour in with more strikes, Angela stepped back, reared her arm away, then let it fly as she moved forward, trying to whip her opponent in the chest with a powerful knife-edge chop.

[Delalily]

Kimi and Kuni exchanged a quick glance, a silent conversation passing between them. Dizzy was… strange, that much was clear. Kimi’s grin softened into something more contemplative, while Kuni’s sharp gaze lingered on the girl for a moment longer than necessary. Neither of them said a word, but the message was conveyed—they’d keep an eye on her.

Meanwhile, in the ring, Aya gritted her teeth as Angela cornered her, the towering woman’s sheer mass pinning her in place. The knife-edge chop came in fast, and with her movement restricted, Aya had no choice but to take the hit. Angela’s hand connected with her chest with a resounding crack that echoed through the arena. The sound was sharp, visceral, and it made Kimi wince, her hand instinctively flying to her own chest as if she could feel the impact herself. Kuni, ever stoic, straightened slightly, her jaw tightening as she watched their mother take the brunt of Angela’s power.

Kimi muttered something under her breath in Japanese, her usual bubbly demeanor momentarily replaced by concern. Kuni, though she didn’t outwardly react as strongly, crossed her arms tighter over her chest, her eyes narrowing as she focused intently on the ring.

The sting of Angela’s chop reverberated through Aya’s chest, leaving a red mark that would surely bruise later. But pain was nothing new to Aya—it was just another part of the game. Her lips curled into a smirk, undeterred by the pain, and she let out a low chuckle that was more mocking than anything else. She leaned back against the turnbuckle, her posture relaxed despite the searing ache in her ribs.

“That all you got, Angela?” Aya taunted, her voice smooth but dripping with challenge. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing as she locked gazes with the taller woman. “Come on, hit me again. Let’s see if you’ve got anything else behind those muscles besides show.”

The crowd roared at the provocation, their excitement palpable as they leaned forward in anticipation. Aya’s goading wasn’t just for Angela—it was for them too. She knew how to play to the audience, how to keep them hooked, and right now, she was doing just that. Her smirk didn’t falter, her eyes never leaving Angela’s as she waited, daring her opponent to strike again.

Aya needed to prove that no matter how hard Angela hit, she could take it. And more importantly, she could give it back and then some.

[BlackAkuma]

Oy, her mother was already on the chopping phase of a match. ”Sheesh, Mom…”

Dizzy winced along with the rest of the crowd and the sister as Angela Belti attempted to turn her foe’s chest into burger meat. She sympathized more than most, too, since she’d been on the receiving end of those chops a few times. To get her ready for the sensation, her Mom had lit her up a few times, and it felt like getting hit with a cannonball. She wasn’t sure if having a barely-existant chest made the pain worse or better, but either way it sucked.

She couldn't be sure, but she was reasonably certain the chop she’d just given Aya’s - admittedly lovely - chest was a higher-grade strike than anything she’d suffered through. Maybe it was just the acoustics, but the sound was nastier than, thicker, harder. Probably didn’t help that she was wearing less than Dizzy typically did for their spars.

It had to feel like falling into a bed of stinging nettles, but to Aya’s credit, she took it like a champ, asking for more. ”Ooof. Your Mom’s tough, I’ll give her that.” Dizzy whistled at the display. ”Or crazy.”

Angela was leaning a bit more to the latter than the former, truth be told. So far, she’d been getting the better of things in the match - maybe she hadn't landed too much, no, but she hadn't really taken anything in the way of damage. If this kept up, she would grind Aya down sooner rather than later, which suited her fine. ”Have it your way.”

Never one to disappoint, Angela gave Aya exactly what she was asking for. She stepped back, then launched herself again, leaping into the blow this time, as she sent another powerful chop towards her opponent’s gilded chest.

[Delalily]

Kimi let out a genuine chuckle. “Tough and crazy? Yeah, that’s Mom alright,” she said, her tone light but affectionate. “I mean, what kind of woman finds two adopted twin daughters in Japan’s criminal underbelly, right? Only Aya Al-Amari.”

Kuni gave a small nod, her expression softening just slightly. “That’s what makes her Aya,” she said quietly, her voice carrying a hint of pride. “She doesn’t back down from anything—or anyone. She’s… herself. And that’s enough.”

In the ring, Aya’s sharp, calculating eyes locked onto Angela, her smirk curling into something almost predatory as she watched the towering woman lean into her strike. Angela’s hand descended like a guillotine blade aimed at Aya’s chest. But Aya was already moving, her frame coiled like a spring, ready to strike. With a burst of speed that seemed almost impossible for someone of her age, she ducked low, her body folding gracefully as she slipped between Angela’s legs. The sheer precision of her movement was a testament to her years of experience, her agility defying the expectations of anyone who doubted her.

The gasp from the crowd was audible, a collective ripple of shock and awe as Aya emerged behind Angela like a shadow slipping free of its owner. Her landing was silent, almost ghostlike, but her next move was anything but subtle. Without a moment’s hesitation, Aya launched herself into the air, her body a blur of golden fabric and tanned muscle. Her legs extended perfectly, her boots aimed squarely at Angela’s broad back.

She aimed to drive Angela into the corner with the dropkick, hoping to stun the larger woman as she crashed hard into the turnbuckle. In that brief window of disorientation, Aya intended to slip in behind her and cinch in a rear naked choke. Angela’s size didn’t intimidate her—if anything, it only reinforced Aya’s strategy. To her, a bigger opponent simply meant a greater demand for oxygen, and Aya was more than ready to cut off that supply.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy didn’t want to say it out loud, but as the twins spoke about their mother in such lofty tones, she couldn't help but be…disturbed? No, that wasn't the right word. They were creepy, exactly. Their devotion seemed to come from a genuine place. It was just different, not something she was used to seeing. She had encountered other wrestling kids before, but she couldn't recall anyone so reverent about their parents. It was especially notable, since they weren’t even blood-related. They talked about Aya Al-Amari like she could walk on water and feed the multitude with a couple of loaves and fish.

She kept those thoughts to herself, knowing they wouldn’t go over too well with the twins, especially the one in black with the bad case resting bitch face. Dizzy did not want to be on Kimi’s bad side anymore than she already was.

Or was it Kuni? She was already mixing up the names, not a good sign.

The sound of a crash drew Dizzy’s attention, and when looked back to the ring, her mother was reeling and cradling her hand, hissing the pain while the noise reverberated. She’d missed Aya with that chop, but that wasn’t the only problem - her hand had crashed into the post, had to suck.

”Mom, behind-”

Dizzy tried to warn her mother about the impending attack to her backside, but it was far too little and late. The dropkick crashed against her shoulder blades and sent her crashing into the corner, hitting the pads with enough force to shake the ring. When she came stumbling back, Aya was waiting for her with open arms.

Those open arms promptly closed around her throat in a tight rear-naked choke, squeezing tight on the muscle and forcing out a reflexive gasp. Panicking, Angela began to thrash around the ring, twisting this way and that, as she tried - and failed - to dislodge her opponent from the superior position she’d seized.

[Delalily]

Aya tightened her grip around Angela’s neck, her forearms flexing as she applied more pressure, her legs locking around the taller woman’s waist. The chokehold was textbook-perfect, a testament to years of honing her craft, and she wasn’t about to let Angela escape without a fight. Angela thrashed, her strength undeniable, but Aya held firm, her body coiled like a predator unwilling to let its prey slip away.

“You’re strong, Angela,” Aya murmured, her voice low and taunting, though not malicious. Her lips curled into a smirk as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against Angela’s ear. “I’ll give you that. But strength alone won’t save you here. You’ve got brawn, sure, but brawn has nothing on skill. And me?” She chuckled, her tone dripping with self-assured confidence. “I’ve got decades of skill. You’re just another giant I’ve handled, and I’ve handled plenty.”

Aya’s grip tightened again, her muscles burning with the effort, but her expression remained calm, almost serene. She knew she had Angela where she wanted her—vulnerable, gasping, and running out of options. “You think just because you’re bigger, you’re unstoppable?” she continued, her voice smooth but laced with challenge. “That’s cute. But size doesn’t win matches. Precision does. Strategy does. And trust me, Angela, I’ve got both.”

She adjusted her hold slightly, ensuring the choke was as efficient as possible, her eyes glinting with a mix of focus and amusement. “You’re good, no doubt about that. But good isn’t enough against someone like me. You’re gonna have to dig deeper than this if you want to walk out of here with a win.”

[BlackAkuma]

So, Aya was a talker. That was good to know.

In Angela’s experience, there were two kinds of wrestlers: Those who liked to talk during a match, and those who didn’t. There was rarely any interlap or variance between the extremes. The ones who liked to talk did so often and frequently, and the ones who didn’t said the absolute bare minimum. Angela, herself, was more in the latter category. She could taunt, yes, but after the bell rang, she preferred to keep it quiet, save for the occasional call to the crowds.

Aya, it seemed, was in the former camp. While she hadn't been overly chatty before, once she scored the hold, that changed in dramatic and sudden fashion.

Angela thrashed around as Aya locked in the hold, making every breath a chore. The woman was no bodybuilder, but she had strong arms, deceptively so, and they were more than capable of crushing down on even her powerful neck. She twisted about, this way and that, but the dark-skinned beauty held on tight. There was simply no getting rid of her.

And through it all, she had Aya speaking in her ear, giving her speech. The woman talked as if the battle was already won. No lacking for confidence, Angela would give her that, but…

”Thanks…for…the tip.” Looking to switch things up, Angela made a desperate backwards push, trying to ram Aya against the nearest turnbuckle in the hopes of smashing her way free.

[Delalily]

Aya’s grip tightened as she felt Angela’s body burst outward, the desperation in her movements obvious. She chuckled low in her throat, her lips brushing against Angela’s ear as she spoke. “Oh, you want to play rough, huh? Alright, let’s see what you’ve got.”

From the sidelines, Kimi and Kuni exchanged glances, eyebrows raised as they watched Aya’s performance unfold. Kimi leaned back against the barricade, folding her arms across her chest with a cheeky grin. “Damn, Mom’s really feeling herself tonight,” she remarked, her tone laced with amusement. “Haven’t seen her this fired up in ages.”

Kuni nodded, her eyes fixed on the action in the ring. “Yeah, she’s definitely in her element. You can tell she’s enjoying herself.” She tilted her head slightly, a smirk playing on her lips.

The two of them shared a laugh, their attention fully captured by the spectacle unfolding before them. Aya’s energy was infectious, and her daughters were breathing it in its entirety.

As Angela’s boots began digging into the mat, sprinting backward, each step gaining momentum. Aya, still locked around her, didn’t resist. Instead, she leaned into the motion, her voice dripping with smug confidence. “C’mon, Angela! Faster! You’re not even trying! Or is this the best you’ve got?” Her tone was teasing, almost mocking, as if she was daring Angela to go harder.

Aya noted Angela's pace quickened as she aimed for the corner turnbuckle. The crowd roared, sensing the impending collision. Aya, however, had other plans. Just as Angela reached her maximum speed, Aya’s body went limp. It was a sudden, calculated move, her full weight dropping like a stone. Her legs hooked around Angela’s ankles, acting as a perfect tripwire.

“Hope you’re ready for a headache"