Dizzy Belti vs. Hollywood Siren: Double Debut!

[HotWheels]

On her way to Desdemona, Siren stole one sharp, challenging glance at the woman's overly instructive mother. She did her best to relay intentions in that glance. That it didn't matter what Angela said. That Siren would dismantle her daughter, anyway. A few in the audience caught that glance and hollered their appreciation, so Siren took their cries as a sign that she struck just that right level of overt. After the glance, she flicked one long tail of hair in the same direction, then strutted the last few steps to handle her current business, the reeling daughter.

Given the success of her first few seconds, the Californian couldn't see much reason to hesitate. The little Italian seemed to like it, anyway. Maybe the Hollywood hottie already had her fully starstruck. And some people were into "losing." Siren cocked back, locked, and swung with her hips, but she underestimated how little space Dizzy needed in order to maneuver. As she flicked forward, Dizzy popped into the air, and while Siren thought her hips might still hit first, she thought wrong.

A knee caught her on each jaw and violently snapped her head back. Siren let out a sound that ended up a half-curse in Spanish and half-unintelligible groan, and she stumbled back onto her heels, holding her jawline in one hand. With them both adding momentum to the move, the knees felt and sounded in her head like they hit hard enough to crack the jawbone, though she was smart enough to know that the blow hadn't come close to something so drastic. But damn, her jaw and teeth ached.

[BlackAkuma]

No, Angela hadn't liked that look from Alicia. And, no, she didn’t care much for it.

In truth, she could respect a great many things about Hollywood Siren. The woman’s body was impressive, even if she was, perhaps, too cavalier in showing it off to the world. She had an attitude and clearly held a high opinion of herself, but that was acceptable, if admirable, for a wrestler. After all, if you didn’t believe in yourself, you could hardly expect anyone else to. That swagger would not have been out of place on Angela herself, when she was Alicia’s age, and seeing it now brought back memories. Some fond, others less so.

But the lack of respect was grating on the receiving end, and if this woman expected her to stay quiet while her daughter was in the ring, she would find herself disappointed. For now, she was content to simply return the glare and slap the ring apron a few times, rallying the crowd behind her daughter.

Back to Dizzy’s side, she was just glad she’d managed to make some headway in this match, small as it was. She’d never been all that big on striking, but she could generate a little force when she wanted to, and the timing was on her side. The blow struck true and her opponent was driven back.

…now what?

There were a lot of moves she could’ve gone for from this position, but the trick was that Dizzy didn’t have much faith in pulling any of them off, and she didn’t have much time to deliberate. She was hesitating, and hesitating would lead to her getting clobbered.

So, she’d keep it simple. Rushing forward, she hoped up, grabbed Alicia’s in a front facelock, and tried to ram her head to the mat with the most basic of basic moves: the DDT. A move she’d done a thousand times before with her mother, a bigger woman than Alicia.

The notion that her mother might have been holding back all those times only occurred to her halfway through the execution.

[HotWheels]

Desdemona may not have had it in her little frame to overpower Siren, but while she cleared her ringing head and tested whether she tasted blood in her mouth, the Hollywood hottie decided she at least had sharp knees. It took Siren another few seconds to rub away enough of the shrill pain that she could focus again. When she did, she took a tally in her head of what she had learned, like she did back at the performance center. One, Angela had done a decent job of training her daughter. Two, Dizzy had good agility. Three, Siren needed to demoralize her to stop her from fighting back.

She opened her eyes with that decision made, and their deep brown reflected an onrushing Dizzy illuminated by the arena lights. Before Siren could respond, she felt the Italian's arm lock around the base of her skull and the back of her neck. A hundred and eleven pounds didn't sound like much until it weighed on a girl's neck, and with a gasp of surprise and frustration, Siren toppled forward.

But for legs and arms the size of Siren's, a hundred and eleven pounds didn't seem so heavy.

With so many in the performance center pulling out their own DDTs, Siren had gotten herself into this situation more than a few times, and she called on her instincts. One leg shot forward, along with the opposite hand, and before Dizzy could drive her to the mat head-first, Siren had formed a base to resist her. The bigger beauty's momentum stopped cold as her long hair whipped through Dizzy's arm as the smaller woman continued her fall to the mat. Holding her two-point stance on one bent leg and one hand like she belonged in an Avengers movie, Siren let Dizzy land on her back before she turned to look down at the Italian through her disheveled hair.

She pouted. "Try that one on anyone but me, babe," she teased, before tossing her weight to the side and dropping her elbow in the direction of Dizzy's midriff.

[BlackAkuma]

Front facelock, lock it tight, kick the legs out, jerk back, BAM.

Front facelock, lock it tight, kick the legs out, jerk back, BAM.

If there was one move Dizzy could do, it was a DDT. Her mother made her do them until her butt went numb, drilling them with her for what felt like hours on end, over and over and over. It was the cornerstone of every good wrestler’s move set, a flexible attack that could be done in so many situations. It would end up paying dividends…or so her mother told her, ten times a day.

Well, it turned out she was right. Sort of.

There wasn’t anything wrong with her execution that she could see - followed the motions, had the right amount of force, threw her weight. There was only one, small oversight: Alicia was strong. Strong. Underneath all that pleasing flesh was a lot of muscle, enough to fling her off and drop her flat. She winced at the impact and looked up to see the Latin beauty looming over her, eclipsing the stadium lights with that too-cool face of hers, looking like something off a movie set.

”Uuuuh-”

Alicia’s elbow went down and drove straight in Dizzy’s stomach, making her body fold up at the impact and knocking all the wind out of her. The tiny Italian rolled over and grasped her stomach, going into a coughing and kicking fit. Even still, she managed to squeak out a weak, hoarse laugh. ”Ah, that was mean, so mean.” She made sure to turn enough in her writhing to give a good view of her backside. Her best asset, in her opinion. ”Come on, I’m small, be gentle.”

[HotWheels]

The elbow connected, and Siren sank down into Dizzy's middle for a heartbeat before neatly rolling off, leaving her opponent to roll and cough. Siren sat beside her and watched for another beat, but Dizzy's declaration of her meanness nearly elicited enough of an amused smile to the Hollywood hottie's face to break character. People in the performance center didn't drop these comments. Dizzy had a whole thesis building on what she thought of Siren, and the big beauty thought it a fine start to her story in the ring. She might force the girl to admit it all to the crowd sometime, if she felt mean enough.

Dizzy asked for gentleness as Siren stood. "Don't really do gentle," she warned. With the Italian's butt stuck in the air, Siren saw a chance to put on a show. Again giving a glance to mommy dearest, she threw a leg over Desdemona to straddle her. She dropped butt-first, looking to land somewhere atop Dizzy's thighs, with her jeans-clad crotch inches behind Dizzy's backside. The position was unmistakable in what Siren intended to convey to daughter, mother, and crowd, and she even thrust forward a bit to get snugger, her thighs framing the little ass between them.

If Dizzy didn't try to squirm away, Siren had more in mind than the lewd display. She wanted to lay herself atop Dizzy, draping both breasts against her back, and wriggle her arms beneath the little Italian. If she could secure her like that, she would flip them both over, leaving Dizzy atop her and trapped in a reverse bearhug.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy was still getting used to taking hits like that, and you could tell from the rictus on her face. As much as she wanted to put on a brave face, her body wasn’t designed for these kinds of hard hits, and her time in the gym hadn't done too much to change that. There was only so much she could absorb from a woman like Siren, not having the padding to take the hard hits.

Still, the match was early, and even she wasn’t about to throw in the towel after an elbow drop. She was well on her way to pushing herself up, when the Hollywood Siren put a stop to it in the best possible way Dizzy could ask for.

The noise Dizzy made when Alicia plopped down on her was a hard one to describe. It was a yelp of surprise, first and foremost, but there was pleasure mixed in there, along with a moan in the undertone. It all came together for a weird mix, difficult to pick up, but her reddened face and pleased smile would tell the whole story. That was why she was quick to bury her face in the mat, not wanting to advertise how much she was absolutely loving it. But the sly wiggle of her hips would send that message well enough. She could’ve let Alicia lay there all day.

Her mother, on the other hand, had a different opinion. ”Hey! Hey!” She slapped the apron, getting the referee’s attention. ”Referee, what are you doing? Don’t let her do that! Stop it!”

The referee just looked between them, confused, and threw up her hand. “Stop…what? It’s legal.”

Dizzy’s moans were interrupted by an irritated groan at the interlude, but Alicia gave her something else to focus on soon enough. She was working her way up her body moving to something else and she made an attempt to crawl forward and reach the ropes - though, being honest, she didn’t go nearly as hard into it as she could’ve. It wasn’t even close to enough effort to stop Alicia from wrapping her up tight and flipping her over, crushing her between the thick tree trunks she called Dizzy gasped and groaned in the hold, squirming around in her opponent’s grasp, throwing back her head in her struggles…

…struggles that would also grind her rear into Alicia’s lap and rub her back against her breasts. Funny how that worked. ”I’m starting to think you like having me close, bella.” She close her eyes and whispered as she arched back, stretching far enough to place her mouth next to her opponent’s ear and give it a stealthy lick. ”Is this as hard as you can squeeze?”

[HotWheels]

Dizzy liked having Siren press against her ass. She couldn't have guessed from the sound, but the way Dizzy wiggled told her everything. That was no attempt to get away, only one meant to get more out of the experience of having Siren basically mount her. The mother, however, did not. After her initial glance, Siren pointedly did not take another peek at the woman as she ranted and raved and had the ref tell of her attempts to stop Siren from having her way with her daughter. She would hate to tell the woman, but if she thought to protect some sort of innocence, Desdemona had already shed that innocence before Siren got her own hands on her, one way or another.

She could only play so much, though, and Dizzy proved easy to manipulate as the clambered atop the smaller Italian and flipped their positions. Saving a touch of energy by involving only her arms, Siren sank into a slow, paced, grinding squeeze of Dizzy's sides, a beat-like rhythm to her efforts. Still, she crushed Desdemona's midriff enough to send her into fits of squirming that felt good against Siren's skin. There was something nice to wrapping up a spunky little pepperoncino like Dizzy and seeing what happened.

What happened was Dizzy tried to pretend like Siren was the only one enjoying herself. Again, the absurdity and brashness of the line almost made Siren corpse like a bad actor in the movies. She might have...if Dizzy had not leaned back to lick her on the ear.

The move proved sudden and unexpected enough that Siren shivered and stared into the lights with pause. A long time had passed since she had anyone touching her ears, least of all with tongue. The sensation filled her with contentment, but after the surprise buried her sensitivity to her surroundings for a few seconds, she snapped back and let out a long mmmmm, like a chastising headmistress. "Aren't you the pot callin' the kettle black? What wouuuuld your mother say if she knew? Maybe I let her know."

But Dizzy roused her to other fun, first. She wanted a harder squeeze, huh? Rather than answering, Siren only wriggled, bent her legs, and adjusted her grip as a warning, like the silence before the drop hit in that club music Siren loved so much.

Then she showed Dizzy how hard she could squeeze.

[BlackAkuma]

Cloud. Nine.

Dizzy wasn’t sure where that saying came from, but it was the best thing she could think of to describe the bliss that she was experiencing at the moment. Laying on top of Siren, their body’s pressing together, the light scent of sweat mingling between them. Her tongue lapped away on her and gave her all the taste she could’ve asked for, and she could feel her captor shuddering underneath.

It was divine, and Dizzy wished she could be a thousand miles away with this woman right now, away from the crowds and cameras and her mothers.

But no. She was here. Damn it.

She couldn't resist a low, rumbling chuckle at the prospect of tattling to her mother. As much as they were both teasing, this was a question she’d asked herself more and more these days. Her mother wasn’t stupid, she had to have some inkling about Dizzy’s preferences, but they’d yet to reach critical mass with the awkwardness. The day was coming where she would have to address it, and no, she wasn’t looking forward to it.

But for now, she was going to enjoy the ride. ”She wouldn’t say anything. She’d probably just faint on the spot, poor woman.” Dizzy took a long, deep breath. God, even her hair smelled awesome, with this rich, earthen scent that tickled her nostrils, reminding her of the fragrance that comes before a fresh rain. She moved from gentle licks to full on kissing down Alicia’s neck, using that wild hair to mask her actions. As much as she hated hiding, the secrecy made it better, gave it a little sinful scandal ”You wouldn’t do that to her, would you?”

Dizzy’s tone was playful, her breath was hot and lusty, but that changed when Alicia started pouring the pressure on. Alicia brought out more of her full power, and Dizzy could feel her innards bunching up, feel her body caving in under the pressure. She arched her back in the hold and let out a long, hoarse groan as the immense pressure bore down on her.

It hurt. But not only in a bad way.

As much pain as there was, there was also the sensation of having this full, strong body underneath her, teaming with so much muscle. Alicia’s heart pounded against her back like a war drum, and her breath was a furnace against her neck. So hot, too hot, her panting was getting faster…

”Dizzy, come on!” Her mother’s clapping reeled her out of the bliss. ”Positioning! Remember your positioning!”

The tiny heard her mother loud and clear, knew what she was going for, and knew she’d have to do it. She just didn't want to. ”Why’d my first have to be so damn sexy? You’re driving me crazy, you know that, right?”

With Alicia on her back and Dizzy on top, there was an opportunity she could seize, and she went for it, now. She spread her legs apart planted her feet on both sides of her opponent’s body, then bridge up hard, arching her back and dropping her weight square on her opponent’s chest. She might not have been a big woman by any standard, but this was still a good amount of weight to just have on your chest.

It wouldn’t hurt, but that wasn’t the point - it was pinning Alica’s shoulders. The referee slid in for the count, and Dizzy’s plan was to try and pull away with a hard jerk while Alicia was escaping the pin, hoping the surprise would give her the chance she needed.

[HotWheels]

Now onto the kissing. Prepared after the lick on her ear, Siren only squeezed her shoulder against Dizzy's cheek at the sensation of the girl's soft lips, but she did not give her any more of a reaction. Best not let her know it felt good. Those kisses spoke of experience too, or at least the experience of knowing the psychology behind where a woman liked her kisses. Damn, her mom truly did not have a clue, did she? Siren's own mother didn't know the whole story of her experiences, but at least she understood that Siren couldn't live a prudish life. The Italian mama over there must not have known what her daughter did in her free time.

She might want to let her know. That reveal would make a statement to all involved in this match. And the less advice she could pass her daughter as she screamed from the sidelines, the better, even if Siren liked riling her. "You really think I wouldn't?", Siren asked, planting that threat in the entrapped Italian's mind before she tried to squeeze her in half, both muscular arms, her back, and her core all working in unison. The crowd's cheers rose with the rising motion between their bodies brought on by the increase in pressure, and Siren felt about ready to deadlift Dizzy off the ground and toss her again. They could lay here humping through their clothes all night at this rate.

But the next thrust of Dizzy's "humping" proved more violent than the last. The girl leaned up, then dropped back down, hard enough that Siren's head fell back to the mat. Though having gained her smarts from months of extra training, Siren didn't think, while she squeezed, about her own positioning, just thinking Desdemona's back slam a poor attempt to escape. But when the ref slid into place, she felt a cold chill in both shoulders, realizing they were pinned to the mat. Her smug expression broke long enough for her to glance over with concern, and at the drop of two, she quickly shifted and sat straight.

Dizzy weaseled away as she did. Left without her prey as she sat on the mat, the cool, sultry, domineering look returned as she gazed at the escaping Dizzy and slowly rose to her feet. "I thought you didn't want to get away from me, chica," she said, more loudly this time so at least a few of the words could be heard at the side of the ring. Siren even inclined her head towards Mama Belti though she never looked that way. "You were just sayin' how sexy I am."

[BlackAkuma]

On Dizzy’s part, she was starting to wonder if all this talk was as good natured as she believed. She liked this little game they were playing, keeping everything in the dark and on the down-low, and she got the strong impression that Alicia did, too. She wouldn’t really bring it all crashing down by spilling to her mother, would she?

”I think I could come up with all kinds of good reasons for you not to.” She emphasized her point with a particularly long and deep grind, giving Alicia a strong taste of what she was offering. ”If you let me.”

She would let that offer hang out there for now, as her little trick paid off and got her the escape she desired. On the sidelines, Angela breathed a hard sigh of relief and had a quick burst of pride, as her daughter remembered one of the key concepts she’d taught her, to always be aware of the opponent’s position, never forget what your actual goal was in the match. Too many wrestlers got lost in the moment and made things about pummeling their opponents over and over, passing up good pinfall opportunities, and it was good to see her daughter wasn’t shaping up to be one of them. ”There we go, Dizzy! Good move!” She clapped and stepped away from the apron, finally ceding some space as her daughter rose up.

Dizzy appreciated the vote of confidence, but the truth was that she’d gotten out of that by the skin of her teeth. She’d loved the squeeze, but now that she didn’t have the pleasure to accompany it, the full pain was weighing down her, making her grasp her midsection as she rose. And Alicia, of course, wasn’t far behind.

Dizzy would’ve loved a little retreat, and her plan was to play it safe - until Alicia started speaking, getting loud enough to make her words slip through the crowd’s din. Yeah, it seemed that threat from earlier wasn’t quite an idle one, and she could already see her mother coming closer with a raised eyebrow, trying to make out what the latin bombshell was saying.

She didn’t reply with words, instead sending a quick, fiery grin that transferred the message: ‘It’s like that, huh?’ With her opponent making her way up and not attacking, she figured this was her best chance to put a stop to it, even with her midsection feeling like it had been steamrolled.

Dizzy gritted her teeth, turned to the side, stepped towards Alicia and shot her leg out fast, sending her foot towards the bigger woman’s face with one of the better moves in her - admittedly small - arsenal, a Super Kick.