Troublemakers

[BlackAkuma]

Tanner was the bigger woman between them, though this wasn’t saying much—so was 99% of the roster. She was sure the woman could’ve pushed her all over the ring if she wanted to, but for now, she was content with playing things nice and safe, not getting too crazy, just the way she liked it. A good, steady buildup gave her more of a chance to play around with Tanner, push some buttons and see how she reacted.

So far, she liked the results. She could feel the sudden change in her sparring partner when she took that kiss, clearly receptive and hungry for more. ”Oh, that?” She answered in her sweetest voice as she brushed her head against Tanner’s and nuzzled. ”A little Italian flavor, bellissima.”

Since Tanner seemed a little bit out of it, Dizzy decided to make the best of it and get the jump on her. She dipped down under her opponent’s arm, pulled her wrist along the ride, and tried to trap her from behind with a hammerlock—not the deadliest move by any stretch, but a good way to keep her under control.

And it gave her access to that neck again—big bonus. ”You like it? I can give you lessons.” She ran her tongue around the spot she’d just kissed. ”I’m a good teacher.”

[FreestylePoet]

Italian. Tanner wished she paid better attention talking to all those tourists. For now, all she could think of was "That's Amore" and those perfume commercials with naked models covered in water-drops. Come to think of it, it felt like a mist was brewing right about now. Every brush of Dizzy's head or hair against her own was a new ghost to chase.

Before she could shake herself out of that fog, Tanner found her arm bent behind her back. She grunted, stuck between a grunt and a moan. "Thought I was supposed to be the teacher here... Dizzissima." Her penchant for banter was nowhere to be found, so all she could do was stick her name into a word she'd heard and roll it with some accent of her own.

With her free arm, she tried to reach around and tug at Dizzy's. Slinging it over her shoulder served a dual purpose: It set up any number of escapes she'd learned in wrestling school, which she might manage to pull off sooner or later. In the meantime, though, her grip also kept Dizzy close. Scent, lips, tongue, and all.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy wasn’t one for big laughs - they tended to sound weird coming from someone her size - but she couldn't hold back a guffaw when Tanner tried to Italianize her name like that. Her accent made it even better - it was goofy, but in an endearing way. ”You totally just butchered my name, but you’re cute, so I’ll let you get away with it.” She gave her a quick pat on the ass for punishment.

She was actually surprised she managed to pull this move off on Tanner - simple as it was, she was still getting the hang of counters and stuff. Her mother was a good technical wrestler but could have improved at conveying those skills. She’d only really started getting the hang of it when she trained with Alicia, faring better with a partner closer to her size and age. She still had a good way to go, as shone when Tanner reached back and snagged her free arm, pulling it over and making the whole thing awkward.

She could work with this, though. She had ideas.

Since Tanner seemed to like her close, she decided to get real close. She immediately dropped the hold, leaped up, and wrapped her legs around her opponent’s waist, hugging from the back. She reached around with her free arm and wrapped it around the gator girl’s neck, catching her with a sleeperhold, but it wasn’t too strong, even by her standards. She just wanted to bury her face into Tanner’s hair, slip her tongue out, and worm her way into the woman’s ear, slithering deep inside. ”I think I’m learning plenty already.”

[FreestylePoet]

Listen. Dizzy was halfway in Tanner's brain right now, and the Floridian wanted her halfway inside something else, pronto. Of course the parts of her responsible for stringing words together wasn't all there. Luckily, there was an out here. A way to recover. And it all started with that trapped arm that Tanner had latched herself onto.

But before Tanner could escape, Dizzy took the initiative back! She hopped onto Del Rio's back and slipped her arm around for the slightest of RNCs. Another sigh, this time matched by a lick to the ear, sapped Tanner's ability to respond. "I've... got s'more to teach ya... just wait..." she gasped. Her legs went to jelly... but, as the fighter in her remembered, that wasn't so bad.

Tanner let herself fall... down, down, down and backwards. She kept her one hand locked onto Dizzy's wrist, and the other pinned both legs in against Tanner's own body! If she didn't find a way to escape those grips, Dizzy would soon find herself breaking Tanner's fall onto the canvas!

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy would’ve preferred to embrace her ‘teacher’ from the front, but this wasn’t a bad second place. She leaped up, locked on tight, held fast with her legs, and started a little grinding action against the woman’s back, thoroughly enjoying the sensation as their bodies rubbed against one another and the taste of her skin. She let out a low, growling moan as she started to thrust forward, her hot breath cascading over Tanner’s neck.

It was hot, wild, and raw and simply not meant to be. Dizzy learned this the hard way as she felt her opponent tipping backward. At first, she thought it was an accident that maybe Tanner was getting squeezed too hard, and she lost her footing but no—this was on purpose. She was falling and tumbling at a rapid pace, and the only thing she could really do was brace for impact, which would not amount to a whole lot.

She hit, and it was far from a pleasant landing. Tanner wasn’t all that heavy, thank God, so it wasn’t as devastating as it would’ve been with the bigger ladies she preferred, but it was still a long way from pleasant and knocked the wind out of Dizzy’s sails. She kept her hold on her foe’s body, but the strength—what little she had in the first place—was going, making her little more than a sexy accessory on her back.

[FreestylePoet]

How quickly things had escalated. Tanner blamed Dizzy, not that there was anything much to blame for. Del Rio wasn't one to play games; whatever Dizzy wanted, she'd get in spades.

Tanner scrambled out of Dizzy's loosened grip, and as much as she wanted to climb on top of her right there and then, Tanner only just relented. After all, she couldn't let the student show up the master like that.

The Wild Child sprung to her feet and pulled Dizzy up by one arm. She whirled behind the Italian beauty, locking that same arm back into a chicken wing -- just tight enough to keep her from thinking too hard about escape. Then she pressed firmly at Dizzy's nape to bend her over, and Tanner made the trip down with her, hips bumping against that toned butt.

Their roles were reversed from a few seconds before, with Tanner now whispering steamed nothings into Dizzy's ear from behind a flush. "Just so ya know, I don't apologize a damn bit. Consider it the next lesson: Even in a spar... y'never go half speed."

[BlackAkuma]

Mmm. Dizzy preferred to be on top, for various reasons, but this? This wasn’t too bad, really. Aside from the whole part where she got slammed into the canvas, it was downright pleasant. She wouldn’t have minded Tanner stayed there for a few moments, but the woman seemed to be almost business just now - she was up, quick, and tugged Dizzy’s aching form along with her.

The Tiny Italian was still reeling when she was spun about, and her arm was trapped, catching her in a tight…chickenwing, right? God, wrestling moves had such weird names. Whatever it was, it kept her under control and bent her arm in a way it wasn’t supposed to go. Not much she cared for.

What she did care for, however, was Tanner leaning and pressing their hips together, her butt perfectly fitting in her sparring partner’s lap, almost like it was meant to be. She reciprocated the gesture, thrusting back and starting a slow grind, up and down, up and down. Skinny as she was, all her recent working out had created a tight little butt, might as well get all the benefits out of it.

”Good advice, well delivered. I’ll take it.” She craned her neck up, just enough to deliver a slick, sly lick along Tanner’s cheek, enjoying the taste for a few seconds. In the next moment, however, she took Tanner’s words to heart, as she jerked back, push her opponent away, then used the space she created to swing around and nail the woman with an elbow, aiming the sharp blow for the side of her head.