Alba Garcia vs. Hollywood Siren - High Tide Match

[Dubski]

Alba continued to struggle in the hold, letting out a whine as she tried still, in vain, to fight out. But the Hollywood Siren seemed to have little interest in easing up at all, instead torqueing the camel clutch even folder. Garcia clenched her eyes tight and groaned, even as Siren was whispering into her ear. She was already sick of this taunting and the teasing, and she knew the only way to shut her up right now would be to escape the hold.

The Spanish Dancer would slowly swivel their bodies towards the closest ropes, and then she would dig her fingers into the wet sand and begin using it to pull herself forward. "Aaaah...! Nnnn...!" grunted out Alba as she just tried to escape the hold. Her fingers already being covered with the grime of the wet sand, but she needed to do so to escape. She pulled both of their bodies slowly towards the ropes, whining out loud with each little progress made.

And then finally, Alba Garcia was able to grab hold of the bottom rope as the water soaked past her again, gritting her teeth. She had gotten the rope break. She needed all of that pressure to be removed immediately, lest it seriously hurt her for the rest of the fight. Alba was already at a disadvantage, and she didn't need anything else harming her chances of winning.

[HotWheels]

Tough chick.

The prettied-up Spaniard looked delicate (at least in comparison to the titaness in the ring with her), but Siren had to give her credit for freeing her arms and crawling, with the big heavyweight riding her back, through the sand to get to the ropes. While she may not have sounded like the type, she could respect an opponent getting shit done. That didn't mean she gave her any reprieve; Siren maintained her weight, her toes digging into the sand, and kept a nice bend on the smaller woman's back, forcing Alba to expend herself in the crawl.

But when she hit the ropes, the big Californian didn't have any plans to cheat, and hopped straight up and off of her, letting her flop into the sand. "You earned it, chica," she added, with a weak slap of her palm on Alba's rear. Once up, she wheeled until she had returned to the middle of the ring and brushed the clinging sand from her shins. Had to let the chick get up, she figured.

Water that had fought its way in at the ropes subsided slightly, and Siren could see the signs of this ring turning into an immobilizing mush before long. She kicked into the sand a couple of times to see how easily it broke loose. The parts they hadn't stepped in were still packed hard from the dampness, but the others were as good as quicksand. Worked fine for her, and as they reset, the Hollywood hottie gestured for Alba to approach before dropping with her hands resting on her knees like a shortstop. "Let's run it back."

[Dubski]

Alba Garcia let out a gasp of relief when she was released, hanging her head. Her neck and back hurt from the escape and the hold in general. She was trying to stay in it, but this took its toll on her so early already. With a low groan, her head popped up once she felt the slap on her behind! She looked back, scowling at her opponent. She didn't appreciate being toyed with. And especially in a match where she was already feeling grumpy. The coarse sand had gotten all over her midriff and legs and made a mess of her white bikini.

She immediately pushed herself off the ground, instantly wincing as she got to her feet and rubbed the back of her neck. "Oh, I'll run it back on you!" retorted Alba, briefly looking disappointed with her lack of a proper reply that didn't sound so lame. She shook her head though and took more careful steps before planting a foot and then sending a stiff kick directly towards Siren's thigh. She wanted to give her a stinging strike to make her reconsider that she'd be a pushover. And if the Spaniard was decent at anything, it was being able to lay a kick on someone after all of her practice. She hoped it would be enough to at least stunt that arrogance of her opponent.

[HotWheels]

Working in the performance center, Siren didn't bother much with the mind games. Didn't so much matter when most of the point was figuring out how to get around the ring, execute moves without pulling something, and teach others how to do that same kind of thing. She had talked plenty of smack back during her school days, and she was finding it worked a charm to put a little bug in the minds of her opponents. That was half the point of coming out here as the Siren, anyway, and she could tell her smack on the ass had pumped some more vitriol into Alba's psyche. Good. Might hurt her someday when she pissed a chick off, but she liked setting those fires.

She could also tell Alba regretted her comeback judging by that look on her face, but eh, worked for the Hollywood hottie. Wasn't like she herself was the most eloquent woman on the planet anyway. But she had a little dancer approaching her nonetheless, and the big Latina only straightened out of her shortstop's squat once the woman was close enough to be a danger. With her longer body, she could have probably tried to pop Alba as she got closer, but she honestly didn't want to risk the sand giving way from under her while she stretched.

So she got a flash of a kick coming her way that there was no way, at her size, she could dodge. She tried to reel away from it, but Alba still caught her with most of the foot: a stinging blow that played her hamstring like a guitar string. The bigger woman bit her lower lip and grunted, picking up and placing the leg back down as the pain from the shot rolled through the curves of her leg, and she gave Alba a quick nod of respect. "Alright," was all she said, before she planted with her intact leg to close a little distance just as the water hit again. She didn't keep her balance the greatest and ended up only balanced on the one foot, but she still tried to level a slowed chop at Alba's chest.

[Dubski]

Alba Garcia had fired her kick to the thigh of Hollywood. She had clearly not missed out on leg day during her work outs, as the muscle was rather firm. It would mean Alba would just need to keep working it over as she stared at Siren with determination in her eyes. Siren had only made a mild remark in response--it was something that at least kept her from continuing to send banter her way. Garcia considered that a success.

However, a chop replaced that, smacking against the smaller Spaniard's chest hard as she let out a shrill whine of pain, putting her arms on her chest as she turned in pain. Alba bit her lip and let out a long groan. She knew she couldn't show too much weakness. She couldn't let Hollywood think she could bully her like this. She needed to keep fighting. With her arms still on her chest, Alba swiveled on one foot and then sent the other one thrusting towards Siren's belly, aiming to hit her with a low crane kick. She wanted to wind her bigger opponent and keep her from coming at her so hard. She knew Hollywood Siren was dangerous, and it would just be a matter of wearing her down.

[HotWheels]

Given their sizes and her stinging leg, Siren saw the chop as her best retort, and it cracked solidly against Alba's chest. It wasn't one of those rafters-rattling connections (and there were no rafters here to catch the sound anyway) that got people off their feet, nah, but it did send Alba into an unwilling turn. The sporting Siren, already off-balance enough due to the fresh rush of water, backstepped and gave some space, opening the opportunity for their exchange to continue. Gave her a second to rub her thigh and shake out the entire leg, too, which the crowd enjoyed, by the sound of it. She flatly stuck her tongue out at them and gave the thigh a smack.

Her attentions came back to Alba in time to start to urge her to come at her again with another strike, but the Spaniard got herself motivated without any help from the Latina. With the way she moved, Siren couldn't pin down what the girl was sending her way; the foot that caught her just below the bellybutton was absolutely the last thing she had in mind. The blow had her woofing out, losing a step, and doubling over. Pretty fuckin' nice. A palm ran across her abs as the stinging spread. Siren shifted straight again in spite of it, but gave Alba a satisfied nod. "That's how we do," she commended, still rubbing at the spot. "But this is more my style."

With a more careful step than she might have usually taken, the Hollywood hottie hopped back closer before a long, long leg lifted high before dropping vertically, trying to catch Alba with the down-swinging heel of her foot: an axe kick.

[Dubski]

Alba had nailed Hollywood in her belly with that side kick, feeling satisfied with herself that it work. A stiff strike that would give her a bit of space, sucking in a few deep breaths as she watched Siren. She heard her retort and prepared herself for whatever her opponent was going to send her way. The Spaniard saw her carefully leap up, and while Alba was bent over a little bit, she was still ready enough to dodge what seemed like an obvious move. Garcia quickly stepped back and straightened up, feeling the wind of that axe kick whoosh past her as she gasped.

Garcia knew she had to react quick after that and continue to take advantage of the situation. She felt the water slip past her feet again and decided to do something simple instead of anything more complicated she was used to. "I'll show you style!" shouted the dancer, stepping back and then throwing a mighty kick right at the back of that thigh she had targeted earlier, putting enough force behind it so she could try to take Hollywood Siren right off her feet! A basic move, but one that Alba knew would help her gain an advantage.

[HotWheels]

Siren expected the dodge; it wasn't like she could hide the intent of an axe kick. What else was she gonna do: drop forward and do the splits onto Alba's head? Though that actually sounded like a fun idea, nah, wasn't going to happen in this instance or most any other instance. It was axe kick or nothing, and the Spaniard knew it. The Hollywood hottie anticipated the move, adjusted the position of her plant foot and the trajectory of her leg to shift the angle to where Alba was dodging...

But with the water, she still missed by an inch or two, even with legs the length of California itself. The foot sent water and sand flying as it hit the ground instead of Alba, a review of what might have happened to the dancer's head or chest, but a miss was a miss. Rocking forward, Siren tried to shift her feet around to try for a follow-up side kick with the other foot. The water had other plans, however, keeping her movements slow until it was Alba cracking her in the same thigh again. The heavyweight's knee buckled, and she went into the sand on that knee and her palm.

[Dubski]

Alba's dodge had put her in the perfect position to try getting an advantage in this match finally. Another kick made her taller opponent's leg buckle underneath her, and Garcia let out a brief sigh of relief, seeing she actually made some headway against her leggy opponent. The dancer knew she had to keep acting quickly though, and she was aware she couldn't move quickly. She had to rely on other moves that didn't require her to run or keep her feet on the wet sand and water that periodically swept up on them. So Alba did the easiest move she could think of in this position, looking determined.

"And you've earned this!" yelled out the Spaniard before locking Hollywood's head in a headlock and cinching it in tight. Then, Alba would simply leap up and forward, attempting to hit a bulldog on Siren! Her aim was to plant her cocky opponent's face into the wet sand, wanting to give her a taste of the same mess that Alba was after having to crawl her way to freedom from her submission earlier!

[HotWheels]

Any number of reasons could explain why someone had been stuck winless in this sport. Siren didn't think Alba's striking ability was one of those reasons, but maybe the chick just didn't use those legs enough. She was good with her feet, and while they weren't up there for the hardest strikes the big Latina had taken, they did the job well enough. Pain reverberated through her thigh as she stayed on her one-knee-and-palm perch against the sand, and Siren had plans to shake it out before she tried standing.

Alba clearly didn't want her executing those plans. The girl wrapped an arm around Siren's head, and though the big Latina could have probably tossed her off if given enough time (and she had already gotten her forearm wedged against the Spaniard as it was), the smaller woman was already in motion. That motion, Siren couldn't do much about; she just threw her elbows out as she was dragged down in the executed bulldog, catching partially on them, partially on her face with a pain that banged through her jaw and nasal cavity.

She hissed and peeled herself up onto her sore elbows, resting the back of her hand against her mouth and nose to make sure nothing had split. For a chick used to having her face shoved in mud puddles during some fights back home, the sand didn't bother her, but it was nice not to come back from her quick check-up with any blood.

But she did get a face full of rushing water as the tide came back in. The Hollywood hottie flicked her head up and out of the brine when it hit her lips.