The True Hollywood Story

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy didn’t think there was any chance Alicia would say no, but she was still happy to hear the confirmation, and couldn't help but bounce a little with glee when it came out. Her mother had done a good job of training her - not that she had any benchmark to compare her to, mind you, but she figured as much. She was hampered, though, just by being her mother and wanting to hold back a lot, trying to keep her rooted with fundamentals and safer attacks. Which was fine, but she needed a little variety, a different perspective from someone who didn’t have on Proud Parent glasses all the time. It would be good to work with someone closer to her size, too. A little closer.

Plus, it was a good excuse to roll around with the woman again. Not that she really needed one beyond just wanting that body all over her again when her mother wasn’t heckling them, but it was nice to have a PG reason, too.

”Damn right I do.” Dizzy smacked her lips. Unflinching honesty was her best quality, people told her. ”And those.” She pointed at her arms. ”Definitely those.” And her breasts. ”Ooo, maybe that again, too.” Couldn't forget her ass. It was good to be on the same page.

She chuckled at the comment at implants, only giving Alicia a quick smirk that screamed ‘really?’, before she stared pacing around the middle of the ring. She was already as warmed up as she could get, so she could spend her time watching the bigger woman catch up.

”Yeah, I’m pretty sure my body’d collapse if I even tried most of my mom’s moves. But she’s been feeding me basic stuff, making sure I get the basic tools. You can’t imagine how much arm twisting I had to do just to get her to teach me that Frankesteiner.” Or was it a hurricanrana? Were they the same thing?

Her eyes popped up as Alicia’s earlier comment about the porn stars near her house sunk in. ”Oh, wow, you’re from Hollywood! Hollywood Siren, duh.” She smacked her forehead. ”I’ve always wanted to go there, must be awesome, what’s it like?”

[HotWheels]

Alicia could not help herself; talk of her body brought out more of the Siren. She just had to start teasing. As Dizzy went through the parts of the half-Latin beauty's body that she would like to encounter again, Alicia flaunted and presented each one like a beauty on The Price is Right, an innocent look of curiosity on her features. Arms? She flexed one, bringing up a bicep that was a few pounds of body fat away from looking veiny. Breasts? Alicia gestured at them and shook them slightly with her top giving almost no resistance. Helped when it was basically a bikini with an extra step. Ass? Alicia again questioned with her hands as she twisted it in Dizzy's general direction before giving it a small smack. All felt naughty, but even Alicia, without the crowd feeding her, liked to feel that way sometimes. Good stress reliever.

She went back to finishing the last few reps of her stretching routine, pulling one leg up and then the other, as Dizzy mentioned what her mom had taught. Yeah, the Latina could imagine that ninety percent of that big-ass woman's repertoire wouldn't fit her daughter. Alicia didn't know her wrestling history that well, but Mama Belti seemed a woman more suited to chokeslams and powerbombs than anything Desdemona could pull. That was precisely why she raised an eyebrow when she mentioned that she had learned the Frankensteiner from dear old mom. "She taught you that one? That one of hers?", she asked, incredulous. Dizzy could have meant she taught her the technique behind it, but jumping to conclusions gave Alicia a much better image. "Gotta be some broken necks out there. Mama Belti might still have a good body, but it's a big body."

Ohp, and there it went. Everyone wanted to bring up the "are you actually from Hollywood?" thing if they didn't know her. Good thing most people who frequented this gym had heard it once from her already. "Eh, I wasn't really there. I could see it. That's how I got stuck livin' near the pornstars." No need to go into too many details, really. They were as boring as they were an excuse for people to say "that sucks" despite it not actually being that bad. "Worked for a bunch of the real stars, though. Mamá ran a gardening business, and none of those people do their own gardening. A bunch of 'em never really talked or showed their faces. The ones that did were pretty cool. All doin' the same stuff as the pornstars too, just off-camera instead of on it."

Alicia had a knack for downplaying the people she would have loved to be among, but honestly, it probably helped set expectations for herself.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy was still looking Alicia over and enjoying the show when her friend - hm, liked that word - brought up the bit about the Frankensteiner and her mother teaching it to her. It seemed like a weird thing to question, until the mechanics of it really occurred to her, and she laughed it off with a shrug. She was so used to her mother, it was easy to forget an outside perspective.

”Yeah, no, she brought in some outside help to get me the hands-on practice with that one. But she could actually pull it off back in the day. Did it all the time, saw her nailing it.” She rocked from one heel to the other as she recalled all the matches she was made to watch. ”Can even remember her doing it sometimes when I was little. She doesn’t get down like that anymore, though. Bad for the hips.”

She gave her own hips a good smack, with pathetically poor results. Not much to shake back there.

Dizzy frowned a little when Alicia played off her time in Hollywood, but figured it wasn’t worth pushing her on. The place always seemed so magical when you lived half a world away, like it was this mythical place where all the stars were born and died, but it was easy to forget real people with real problems lived there. ”Well, I’d love to go there sometime and see your side of it. Maybe we’ll go together.”

She would’ve liked that. She hoped Alicia would like it, too.

”All right, okay, business.” Dizzy clapped her hands and dropped into her best grappling stance. She felt too loose in, though, like she needed to straighten her legs out a bit, solidify the base. ”So you’re the vet, I’m the rookie. How do we go about this? Just act like it’s a regular match, special rules, change things up?”

[HotWheels]

"Not half as worried about her hips as much as a bunch of little girls' spines." Alicia weighed well under two hundred pounds, and she could imagine a bunch of women even forty pounds lighter collapsing completely if she hopped up and snagged them by the neck with her legs. No doubt she could do it with her athleticism, but would it have looked pretty? Hell no. And Angela was a bigger woman. "She shoulda gone by 'The Guillotine' or somethin'. She end any careers?"

Desdemona really must have had it bad for her if she was talking making visits to Hollywood. The Californian imagined that part of it amounted to wanting to see Hollywood itself, and obviously, being obsessed with that culture, she could understand why. "Side I'm on is pretty boring, but I do need to visit my mom sometime. Been a few months." And her sister had moved on to pursue a career, too. Her mom had a boyfriend now to keep her company, apparently, but that didn't exactly replace flesh and blood daughters. "And it ain't like they bar you from any of the fun places. Unless, you know, you act weird. No throwing yourself between Selma Hayek's breasts or anything." She winked.

Sounded like Dizzy wanted to start. As the little Italian fell into a grappling stance that looked about eighty percent of the way there, Alicia just wandered over as she spoke and poked a bare foot into her back leg as a silent way to tell her to push it back a little bit. "We got some options. What do you feel like you're good at, and what do you feel like you suck at? Was hard to tell the other night what you were tryin' to dodge and what you weren't. Can't really blame you, though." Whether or not Dizzy had gotten her memo about the foot, Alicia pushed on her hard enough to topple her over if she hadn't moved it but softly enough that she could hold her ground if she had figured out where to put it.

[BlackAkuma]

Angela ‘the Guillotine’ Belti? Dizzy let that one roll around in her head for a bit before she shooK her head. It wasn’t half bad, but kind of unoriginal. ”Nah, think there’s already, like, ten people going by that nickname. Plus, it’s a little, you know, melodramatic. She always went by La Donna Perfetta.” She held up her hands and did a bodybuilder’s flex, with minimal results. ”’The Perfect Woman’. Nowhere near as pretentious.”

Dizzy managed to hold a straight face for all of two seconds before she relaxed and had a good laugh. She loved her Mom, but god, the woman was so goofy in her glory days. Heck, that made her love the woman even more. ”Ended? No, don’t think so.” She rubbed her nose. ”Maybe shortened, though. She used to do this crazy powerbomb thing, don’t remember what you call it, where she would put you on her shoulders, lift you up extra high, then slam you down. Always looked like it sucked to take. Pretty sure she can still hit it on just about anybody, too, so…watch out.”

Dizzy pouted at the idea of being denied Selma Hayek’s awesome breasts - well, she assumed they were still awesome, she hadn't seen them in a good long while, couldn't remember when she’d seen her anything. No big loss. ”Eh, yours are better, anyway.” She remembered Selma’s pair well enough to make that statement, at least.

Dizzy was making a mental comparison when Alicia came over and made her stumble with a touch of her foot. She waved her arms about to keep balance, then straightened up and corrected her form, making sure everything was straight before she went on. ”What am I good at? What am I good at?” She repeated the question as if it had never seriously occurred to her. Because it kind of hadn't, really. Mom was all about foundations and fundamentals, they hadn't felt her out that much, just yet.

”I was pretty good at hitting you in the face. Sorry about that, by the way.” She tipped her head to Alicia. ”But I don’t know. I can’t really hit that hard outside of the sidekick, I’m not a gymnast so I can’t do all that crazy rope-flippy stuff, I can’t even wrap my head around most submission moves. I’m pretty good with pins, but getting someone down in the first place is…tricky.”

She scratched her head, mulling it over for a few more seconds, before she looked off to the side. ”I do have some moves that I worked on in the sly before I came to Japan, was pretty good at those. But they’re kind of…” Dizzy let her voice trail off with a sly wink, as her gaze went down Alicia’s heavenly body. ”Yeah. Not the sort of thing you bust out in a standard match.”

[HotWheels]

Alicia almost blew a raspberry. And here Mama Belti had acted like Siren felt too good about herself. At least she wasn't off calling herself the perfect woman. "Wow, yeah. Call yourself that, and you can't act like you weren't off ridin' a face or two yourself." The thought of her in a bar dropping that name to a potential catch was as ridiculous as it was humorous. She decided to spare Desdemona from the groan at the conjured image. "She's wrong, anyway. Can't be two perfect women." Once more, she tapped herself on the hip, though her effort was half as convincing as last time.

"She even wrestle anymore, or just coach you?", the Latina asked as a follow up, as she herself got into coaching mode, pacing around Dizzy and checking on the posture she was trying to help. Alicia herself could get away with a lot of lazy crap given her size, which is why she never tried to get away with it. Doing everything at her best made her even more of a threat. "Or is she the ring police too? I could see her going to every hentai match, tellin' the bitches that it was different back in her day."

Taking a break from her inspection to lean against the ropes across the ring in a way that presented those breasts that were better than Selma Hayek's, Alicia listened to Dizzy's explanation of what she could do without interrupting. That...didn't give her a ton to work with altogether. Most of the women coming fresh into the wrestling world had some sort of athletic history to call on when helping them figure it all out, but Dizzy didn't seem to have any of that. She was just about to ask the Italian if she had spent her whole life chasing women and hadn't done much of anything else, but Desdemona dropped a tidbit that made her think there was some truth to that joke. She scrutinized the smaller woman.

"What, licking thighs? Or are you better at more than that?" Alicia looked at her with challenge in her eyes. "And where did you learn that? I'm sure Mama Belti would love to know."

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy couldn't help but snort at the look on Alicia’s face, and slapped a hand on her mouth to hide it. Couldn't have that taking off her sexiness points.

”Yeeeeeeeah, she was a little cheesy, back in the day. She came into the sport through bodybuilding, so showing off was already a thing for her. I’m pretty sure the whole ‘perfect woman’ thing was just her gimmick, playing it up, flaunting it.” That was the way Dizzy always saw it when she looked back at the tapes, anyway. Her mother’d always been a humble woman, as far back as she could remember.

”Oh, she still wrestles. She's on the roster, too.” Dizzy was quick to get back into her pose as Alicia conducted her investigation, checking her posture out from different angles. ”She had a match not too long ago against, uh, what was her name, this old muscle chick…” She snapped her fingers a few times to fire up her memory. ”Alaina Sanders, that’s the one. They wrestled. She lost, but she went for way longer than I thought she could. Really went hard. Alaina’s supposed to be challenging for the heavyweight title, so I’m guessing she’s no joke.”

She kept her position as Alicia leaned up against the ropes, enjoying the sight, even though the silence was a little worrying. She knew there wasn’t a whole lot to work with, but she really hoped Alicia wouldn’t run into the same wall her Mom did. She hadn't taken this training stuff too seriously at first, it would suck to plateau when she was finally feeling it.

”Yeah, I bet she would.” Dizzy’s smile grew a touch more mischievous. ”Might’ve had a girlfriend or two to practice my technique on. Or three. Or four. Or…” She let her voice trail off like she was joking, but it wasn’t really. She legit couldn't recall how many relationships she’d been in off-hand. She would have to sit and plot them out on paper to get anything near an accurate count. ”And I can lick way more than just thighs, if you want a demo. I make the most of what I’ve got.”

Dizzy had already made her areas of interest clear, but just in case they needed further highlighting, she let her gaze wander over Alicia’s body. Any excuse to look at this woman was a good one.

[HotWheels]

"Give her a reminder of that next time she gets upset with anyone like me flaunting anything." While Alicia did not get the impression that Desdemona reminded her mother of most anything, she figured that she would have been justified in this case, if no other. No one went around calling themselves perfect without a little ego. They could, however, do so while having no self-awareness. Alicia herself might bring it up sometime if the older woman ever gave her any trouble.

"Oooh, yeah," Alicia answered at the mention of Alaina Sanders. That was a name she heard a lot among a lot of the new wrestlers that came into the building. "Old muscle chick" might have been an apt title for her; Alicia knew that once most wrestlers got older, they kept packing on that muscle to keep themselves rolling. Sounded like a nightmare for the knees. "If she's still kickin' around as a regular when she's gettin' old, she's probably got brains to spare. Not a lot of that goin' around here, least among the heavyweights."

Alicia trained a lot of people in a lot of things while she had been employed by LAW, but she couldn't remember anyone wanting to have the skills they had used with "multiple girlfriends" honed into something better. It didn't really sound like that was what Dizzy asked her to do but considering she didn't know where else to start with the smaller Italian... "I dunno if the world's most powerful tongue gets you many points in the ring," she answered. That work had earned her some points with Alicia, of course, but only because Alicia had felt comfortable in her control of the match. Any other time, she could have ignored it. "Plenty of girls aren't gonna get too excited about that, though. They'll still pound you into the ground."

She pushed up and off of the ropes, stepping up to the Italian until she was looking down at her. "And lemme guess. Mama won't let you join the division that goes crazy for that stuff?" By that stuff, she obviously meant hentai, and she obviously already knew the answer to her question. That didn't seem like a pitch that would go well with the perfect woman. "So you're stuck not knowin' whether you pull that and mama finds out or the other girl hates it."

[BlackAkuma]

”Yeah, I’ll remind her of that.” Dizzy had a little chuckle at the idea, struggling to even picture it. She wasn’t afraid of her Mom in a physical sense, the woman had never put a hand on her, but it was still intimidating to stand up to someone whose head was all the way up there. There was a reason she’d learned to be sneaky about things as opposed to outright defiance most of the time.

Dizzy rocked back on her heels in the center of the ring, then threw out a shadowed version of her superkick, the same one she’d nailed Alicia with. It wasn’t the most deadly move in all of wrestling, but it was one of the few she’d got to perfection, so she was proud of it. ”But, yeah, a lot of the bigger girls seem a little on the slow side, mentally and physically. Present company excluded, of course.” She stepped to the side and lashed out with the move again, hitting higher this time. ”Not that it matters if I’m too weak to take advantage of that, though.”

She eased up a bit when Alicia stepped forward and looked up at the bigger woman, holding her position and mimicking the Siren’s pose. There was a confidence to the way she carried herself that was magnetic, and she could see how it might be overbearing to some, but she found it oddly comforting. She was frank, laying out Dizzy’s situation in plain terms - she herself had never put that much thought into it, but yeah, that was the scenario.

”Yeah, that’s…yeah.” She scratched the back of her head and looked up at Alicia with a sheepish grin. ”To be honest, I came out here and hoped Mom would sort of, I don’t know, back off after a week or so, but it’s looking more like she’ll be active and on my back for a while. So I can’t just jump into that division without stirring the pot up. It’s one thing when she’s thousands of miles away, another when she’s, you know, here.”

She threw up her hands and bounced back, giving Alicia a little space for whatever she wanted to do next. ”I mean, I guess I could be one of those girls who comes here and just gets flattened all the time and smothered and wrecked. Sometimes I wouldn’t hate that, like with us. That was fun. But there’s only one Hollywood Siren.” She threw a wink towards her potential paramour. ”So I guess I just want to have something to be ready for the women I should be really looking out for, the really scary ones. Anything you can help me with, I’d appreciate it.”

[HotWheels]

Alicia did get the idea that mama made most of the decisions in that family. Dizzy looked younger than Alicia, though there was really no telling on youthful appearance. Alicia's own sister could look between sixteen and thirty depending on the day and the makeup she wore. But younger or no, she was still an adult. "Might be surprised by the respect you get from mamá if you told her how you wanted things. Not angry, just tellin' her how you'd want things to be if you had your way. Could surprise her." She was definitely no family therapist, but Alicia had always found things easier being up-front when she could be and keeping things close to the chest when she couldn't.

And Desdemona's wants and desires didn't seem like something to keep close to the chest. That wasn't "sneaking out to go to a party late at night" kind of stuff. That was "my happiness depends on this" sort of talk, and Alicia figured she needed to solve it. She ghosted a block to the superkick before watching Dizzy execute the second one. It did look good. She might address that first before she brought up the complicated family shit. "Don't much matter if you're weak if you hit the parts that hurt hard enough." She pointed at her own face, her neck, the backs of her knees, and her groin. "Get a few moves that can hit those places hard enough when the other girl's not thinkin' about it? She's gonna drop. Just gotta come up with somethin' to do once she's down like that."

As Desdemona flipped back to family business, Alicia decided she would wait to tell her what she thought she needed to do, because it was the kind of thing Hollywood Siren did, not noble Italian daughters. For now, she would see what she could get out of the girl. After posing a little like she would flaunting the Siren act in the ring, with a finger traced from her thigh up past her chest, Alicia rolled her neck and shoulders to get ready to do a little proper fighting. "Yeah, there's gonna be weeks you don't get so lucky. There's a fat ass and then there's a fat. Ass. Or one with too much muscle to feel good on your face."

She finally fell into a fighting stance. "So, defense. That's a good first step, because they're gonna see you and they're gonna think they can flatten you. Show me what you'd do."

Avoiding her own lightning-quick first step since most bigger women couldn't move as fast as she could, Alicia planted and threw a leg high for a big boot that would miss Dizzy's head by a few inches even if the smaller woman didn't evade.