Aya Al-Amari vs. Angela Belti - My Generation

[BlackAkuma]

And confident, too. Or cocky. It could be hard to tell, sometimes, but Angela was leaning towards the former with this one.

The cocky ones tended to play things fast and loose, attacking straightaway and trying to overwhelm her. Angela was a deft hand at dealing with wrestlers like that. It was just a matter of waiting until they inevitably overextended themselves and made a crucial mistake, then utterly wrecking them.

Confident, though? That could be troublesome. That confidence was typically supported by something that made it earned, and that seemed to be the case, here.

At first, Angela thought she had her, as she steamrolled her way back to the nearest turnbuckle, looking to smash her against it and finally get this monkey off her back. It was a simple idea, but in her experience, simply tended to work best - she was a hammer, not a scalpel. Against most opponents, even seasoned ones, they wouldn’t be able to react in time to actually stop her, much less counter the move.

Aya seemed to be in that rare few, however, and Angela learned as much when she felt the woman go limp on her back. Confusion reigned for a moment, until she felt herself being tripped and her momentum was turned against her. She went ass-over-teakettle, flailing all the way down, until the back of her head crashed against the middle pad of the turnbuckle.

The crowd winced at that, and none harder than Dizzy, who jumped back with her teeth grinding. She looked on as her mother writhed in the corner, nursing the back of her head and grimacing. Nervous, she glanced from the sister and back to the ring, not exactly sure how to be responding to all this. She wasn’t exactly the cheerleading type, but…

”Just wait a little, give my Mom a little time.” She waved it off, trying to sound equally as confident as the twins. ”She’ll catch her stride soon, you’ll see.”

[Delalily]

Kimi and Kuni exchanged a glance, their sharp eyes catching the unease in Dizzy’s demeanor. It wasn’t just the nervous energy radiating from her—it was the way she hesitated, the way she didn’t seem to share their unwavering belief in Angela’s abilities. Kuni leaned over to Kimi, her voice low enough so only her sister could hear. “You notice that? She’s not exactly Team Angela, huh?”

Kimi smirked, her eyes flicking toward Dizzy before returning to the ring. “Yeah, I caught that. Guess she doesn’t see her mom as the invincible queen we do. Kinda weird, but hey, not everyone gets it.”

Kuni chuckled softly. “Guess not.”

Meanwhile, in the ring, Aya wasn’t wasting any time. She stood back, surveying Angela slumped against the turnbuckle, clutching her head. A wicked grin spread across Aya’s face as she bounced lightly on the balls of her feet, her hips swaying with a rhythm that screamed confidence. She took a few steps back, her eyes locked onto Angela’s dazed form. She’s still out of it, Aya thought, her mind racing with the opportunities.

With a quick pivot, Aya coiled her body, preparing to unleash a devastating hip attack. The crowd seemed to sense her intent, their anticipation building as she shifted her weight, ready to launch herself forward. Her hips twitched slightly, a predatory motion as she visualized the impact—the way Angela’s midsection would crumple under the force, the way the crowd would explode at the sight.

But Aya held back for just a moment, savoring the tension. She knew the attack would land—Angela was too dazed to avoid it—but she wanted to draw it out, to let the moment stretch until it was unbearable. Her body hummed with energy, every muscle primed and ready. This is going to hurt, she thought, her grin widening. And I’m going to enjoy every second of it.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy didn’t might have had small ears, but they were actually pretty good at picking up on things. Even through the din of the crowd, she could hear the twins talking about…something. She couldn't make out the exact words, but she had a good gist of the tone. A little mocking, to her ears. Was that a giggle?

She didn’t look their way, but she did frown, and stood up straighter as she surveyed the ring. Her mother was reeling for the moment, but she’d seen her take harder hits and keep going. She could power through this. ”Come on…”

She wasn’t all that loud, but it hardly mattered, since Angela likely wouldn’t have heard her even if she did yell. Her bell was still thoroughly rang after crashing against the pads, and she was taking a moment to shake it off. Even through the haze, she braced for some followup, knowing she was wide open and available for punishment.

…but, funnily enough, it wasn’t coming, at least not as soon as she’d anticipated. While she was still dazed, she had enough wherewithal to see that Aya was turned about in front of her, in prime position to strike with a hip attack, but she was drawing the moment out, probably thinking Angela was too out of it to avoid the moment.

And she was right. Dodging wasn’t an option, but that didn't mean she was defenseless. Her vision was blurry, but she didn’t need 20/20 to see the woman in bright gold standing in front of her. Angela reached up, grabbed the ropes to support, and shot her leg straight out, trying to kick Aya in the butt that she so proudly displayed, looking to roughly knock her away and create some distance.

[Delalily]

Aya lunged forward, aiming to drive her hip into Angela’s midsection with devastating force. But just as she closed the distance, Angela’s leg shot out, her boot connecting squarely with Aya’s backside. The impact wasn’t hard—far from it—but it was enough to send Aya stumbling backwards. Her momentum carried her into a backward roll, but she managed to steady herself, landing on her feet with a graceful flourish.

The crowd erupted in laughter and cheers, the sight of Aya getting kicked in the butt too good to ignore. It was one of those moments that instantly became iconic—a mix of slapstick and surprise that had the audience roaring. Aya’s cheeks flushed slightly, her pride taking a hit more than her body. The kick hadn’t hurt—barely felt it, she thought—but the embarrassment? That stung. She could feel the heat rising to her face, her skin tingling with a mix of anger and humiliation. Her eyes narrowed as she straightened up, her gaze locking onto Angela, still slumped in the corner. “Oh, you’re going to regret that,” Aya muttered under her breath, her tone dripping with venom.

She took a moment to steady herself, her hips swaying as she regained her balance. The crowd’s laughter only fueled her determination. How dare she? Aya thought as her lips curled into a sneer. Angela had managed to turn the tables in the most undignified way possible, and Aya wasn’t about to let that slide. She rolled her shoulders, as if she were shaking off the humiliation and gearing up for something far more dangerous. Her eyes glinted with a mix of fury and focus, the playful confidence from earlier replaced by something far sharper.

Aya's body tensed as she prepared to strike, her mind mapping out her offensive approach. She could go for a high-impact move, something flashy that would cement her dominance. Or she could play it smart, targeting Angela’s weakened state with precision and control. Either way, the outcome would be the same: Angela would regret ever laying a hand—or a foot—on her. “You think you’re clever, huh?” Aya growled, her voice low and dangerous. “Let’s see how clever you feel after this.”

Without missing a beat, Aya sprang into action, her body launching into the air as she aimed a dropkick straight at Angela’s chest. Her legs stretched out, her boots poised to collide with her opponent’s torso. The crowd held their breath, the anticipation palpable as Aya soared through the air, ready to deliver her retribution.

[BlackAkuma]

Okay, that was better.

It wasn’t like her Mom had completely flipped the script or anything, but Dizzy was relieved to see that she still had the wherewithal to at least not let another woman ram her butt in her face. Angela Belti had a lot of virtues, but pride was never one of them - you don’t call go around with a moniker like ‘the Perfect Woman’ and let someone get away with something like that.

A little hope. She breathed easier. Though even she knew this was far from over.

Angela knew that better than anyone. While the crowd was happy enough with the display, she was still in a bad position, one that looked to be getting markedly worse, if the glare in Aya’s eyes was anything to go by. While she had only known the woman for about three or so minutes, she was already getting the impression she wasn’t the type to suffer insults easily, and was certainly the type to pay back such slights in kind.

Angela needed to get out of the corner, but she was still groggy from the strike to her head. She pulled up to her feet and lurched forward, reeled back, looking to throw a punch that would get her back into the fight.

Instead, she wound up taking a dropkick to the chest, driven in deep by Aya’s powerful legs. It was a solid impact, enough to knock Angela back against the corner she was desperately trying to escape from, and she wound up slumped against the ropes once more, arms draped over them for support. That one had rocked her, yet again, showing that Aya had a talent for beating her to the punch.

[Delalily]

Aya smirked as she landed the dropkick, sending Angela crashing back into the corner. Her chest swelled with pride, the sting of embarrassment from Angela’s earlier kick now replaced with a sense of vindication. She had made her point—Aya Al-Amari was not someone to be trifled with. Her ego, momentarily bruised, was now fully restored, fueled by the crowd’s cheers and her own sense of superiority. Retribution tasted sweet.

But Aya wasn’t one to bask in a single victory for too long. She knew the key to a successful offense was momentum—keeping her opponent on the defensive, never giving them a chance to recover or counter. Angela was clearly winded, her body slumped against the ropes as she struggled to regain her footing. The sight of her vulnerability was irresistible, and Aya’s predatory instincts kicked in. This was her moment to capitalize, to press her advantage and secure her dominance.

Aya paced a half step to the side, measuring the distance with calculated precision. She could hear the rhythm of the crowd swelling, each cheer feeding her confidence, sharpening her focus. Angela’s slight movements—her arms draped over the ropes, her chest rising and falling—told Aya everything she needed to know. There was no immediate threat, no sudden burst of resistance coming. Just an opening, wide and waiting. Aya exhaled slowly, centering herself, savoring the control she had seized. Now it was just a matter of execution.

Aya's eyes locked onto Angela’s crumpled form, zeroing in on her midsection. She visualized the impact, the way Angela’s body would crumple under her weight, the way the crowd would roar in approval. This is going to be glorious, she thought, her smirk widening. She launched herself forward, her body soaring through the air as she aimed a bodysplash straight at Angela, intent on crushing her into the corner.

[BlackAkuma]

Get. Out. Of. The. Corner.

Dizzy wasn’t an expert at fighting by any means - heck, she’d only just stepped into a ring a year ago for an actual match. Before, she’d only ever jumped in there to play around before and after her mother’s matches, tripping over herself as she tried to run the ropes. But even she knew that staying in that corner was going to be the ruin of her mother, if she didn’t do something to change her fate right away.

She focused on Aya, noticing the way she moved, the way she stalked the ring. Strange as it was, that pacing took her back to a zoo she’d visited in Berlin, one with this big, black panther. It had been behind a thick glass wall, but even so, she’d been frightened of it at the time. The way it moved, the way it slunk here and there with wild intent in its eyes.

Aya was a predator, hounding her prey, and it was only a matter of time, before…

There it was, there was the strike. Aya came rushing in, headlong, leaping up and using her entire body as a battering ram. She wasn’t a big woman, but you didn’t need to be in order to do some damage that way - speed and momentum could make up for a lot of lacks.

Angela swayed back at the impact, rocked against the ropes. A solid hit from Aya, but there was one, tiny problem: Her feet weren’t touching the ground.

”Heh.”

Dizzy looked on as her mother marched out of the corner with her arms wrapped around Aya’s waist, holding her in a tight bearhug, keeping her suspended as she exerted mounting pressure. It was a position she’d been in herself. One of her mother’s favorite things to do when they sparred was to wrap her up like that and let her struggle.

Somehow, she suspected Aya would be getting squeezed much harder than anything she ever suffered through.

[Delalily]

Aya's confidence soared as she landed the bodysplash onto Angela, the impact sending Angela crashing into the corner once more. The crowd roared in approval, and for a brief moment, Aya reveled in the sensation of her dominance. But that confidence was short-lived. Before she could celebrate, she felt Angela’s arms clamp around her back, locking her into a tight bearhug.

The sudden shift in momentum caught Aya off guard. Her body was lifted off the mat, her legs kicking futilely as Angela’s powerful arms squeezed tighter and tighter. Aya’s breath hitched, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as the pressure increased. Damn, she’s strong, Aya thought, her smirk fading into a grimace. She struggled against the hold, her hands clawing at Angela’s forearms, but it was like trying to pry apart steel beams.

The crowd’s cheers turned into anxious murmurs as Aya’s struggle became more apparent. Her hips twitched, her body writhing in an attempt to break free, but Angela’s grip was unrelenting. Aya let out a low grunt, the sound muffled as she fought to draw in air. “Ngh… let… go…” she managed to squeeze out, her voice strained and desperate. Her legs kicked harder, her boots scraping against Angela’s thighs, but it was no use. The bearhug was neutralizing her, sapping her strength with every second that passed.

Aya’s breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling in shallow bursts. She could feel her ribs starting to ache, the pressure building to an almost unbearable level. Her muscles burned as she strained against the hold, her once-confident demeanor now replaced with sheer determination. I… can’t… lose… she thought, her teeth gritted as she fought to endure the crushing force of Angela’s bearhug.

[BlackAkuma]

Angela had never been the type to rate her opponents, but if she had to throw one on Aya based on what the woman had shown her so far, she would be comfortable with a 9 out of 10. The Gilded Grappler’s reputation was well-earned, showing a good deal of skill from the start, breaking down her larger opponent well and turning her advantages into disadvantages.

But she wasn’t perfect. No one was, as much as Angela liked her own moniker. Sooner or later, the mistake would come and Angela would have to be in the right spot to capitalize it. As it so happened, that mistake came far earlier than she would’ve expected.

Angela’s body surged with raw, pulsing power. While she was a far cry from the physique she boasted in her bodybuilding days, she still had a hardened body that most people couldn't dream of, and it made for a rough, unyielding surface to grind Aya against.

From the ringside, Dizzy watched with a growing smile as her mother regained some control, her confidence returning with it. She had a pretty good idea what was coming next, too. She glanced towards the twins and winked. ”Watch this.”

As it turned out, Angela had every intention of giving Aya what she wanted, just not in the way she likely would’ve wanted it. She did let the woman go - by spinning about, jerking backwards, and sending her flying towards the center of the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex.

[Delalily]

Kimi and Kuni had been leaning back, their relaxation never wavering as the match progressed. But when Angela’s arms clamped around Aya’s body, lifting her off the mat with crushing force, their expressions shifted. The twins exchanged a glance, their amusement fading into something more serious. Their mother’s struggles were all too visible—the way her legs kicked helplessly, the way her face contorted in discomfort. It was rare to see Aya in such a vulnerable position, and it was enough to chip away at their usual bravado.

When Dizzy winked at them, their already uneasy expressions deepened. The twins weren’t used to feeling this level of apprehension during Aya’s matches. Their mother was supposed to be unstoppable, a force of nature who always came out on top. But seeing her trapped in Angela’s bearhug, her body writhing as the pressure mounted, forced them to confront a reality they rarely acknowledged: Aya was human, and humans could lose.

Aya’s struggles grew more frantic, her hips twisting sharply as she clawed at Angela’s forearms with desperate fervor. For a brief, fleeting moment, it seemed like she might break free—the relentless grip around her waist loosened ever so slightly, and a spark of hope ignited in her chest. But that hope was quickly extinguished as she felt her body being spun violently, the world around her blurring into a chaotic whirl of lights and roars from the crowd.

Her breath was ripped from her lungs as she was hurled toward the center of the ring, the force of the movement leaving her momentarily weightless, like a doll tossed aside. The landing was harsh and unforgiving, her body slamming against the mat with a loud, resonant thud that reverberated through the arena. Her limbs splayed out wide in a spread-eagle position, her sleek gold attire catching the overhead lights as she lay sprawled in the middle of the ring.

The twins winced in unison, their usual confidence nowhere to be found. This isn’t good, Kimi thought, her jaw tightening. Not good at all. Kuni’s hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms as she watched her mother struggle to recover. For the first time in the match, genuine worry edged into their expressions. Aya wasn’t invincible, and they knew it. Her humanity was showing, and it wasn’t looking good.

Aya After the Suplex