Dizzy Belti vs. Hollywood Siren: Double Debut!

[HotWheels]

Siren may not have looked at Mama Belti, but she could feel her presence in the periphery, trying to inject herself more into the proceedings. Honestly, she played right into Siren's hands with the words the half-Latin beauty delivered across the ring. Her steps got more of a sultry spring to them as she watched Desdemona realize her tactic. The threat helped her get over the pain Siren inflicted a heartbeat faster. Siren liked that. Get her desperate to act, and she would stop listening to mommy dearest.

As the smaller Italian used Siren's tease as motivation and started to move, Siren took a gathering step of her own. She made the assumption that Dizzy might have the lesser of their two ideas; Siren planted on one foot, used it as a gather like a basketball player driving for a dunk, and shifted her momentum toward the other leg to drive it high toward Desdemona's side as they came close to clashing. Her movement rumbled the ring with power, but it offered no clinic in utilizing blazing speed.

And Dizzy's choice of attack proved the perfect counter, and a half-second quicker. Siren felt pain jolt through her chin, ringing the same spot that had been struck before, and down her spine as the kick drove her head back. The leg she had lifted couldn't find a landing on the mat as the kick made her curl backwards, and she staggered on the on the one foot before twisting and landing on the side of her hip. There she propped and again held her jaw while the shock and pain overwhelmed all other cares and concerns of the moment.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy was by no means a striker, but the super kick was a bread and butter move that she’d practiced to perfection, honed for countless hours. As much as she’d hated all that training, her mother had insisted she perfect it for her signature, stating that it was the perfect move for a beginning wrestler. She’d said that a lot, and Dizzy rolled her eyes every time.

She wasn’t rolling her eyes, now.

The blow connected, quick and clean, landing on the button. She could tell that Alicia wasn’t an easy woman to waylay, but that one did the trick, even with her skinny legs.

”Boom!”

The recoil from the strike was enough to knock Dizzy clean off her feet, forcing her to break into a cartwheel to come out standing. When she recovered, though, she was granted with the lovely sight of Alicia’s wobbling body, watching it keel over and flop to the floor. She bounced on her heels at the sight, as her mother’s cry came from the sidelines. ”That’s my girl, keep it up!”

Dizzy didn’t need the encouragement, but it did give her a little extra pep in her step, and she used it to go dashing off to the side, running away from Alicia. She bounced off the ropes, built momentum, and used it to come running back at her opponent, moving so fast that she nearly tripped over her own feet.

The moment she was close enough, she leaped at Siren with her arms and legs stretched, soared through the air and threw all of her 111 pounds onto her pillowy chest with a cross body. She might’ve been a lightweight, but even she could generate some real force when she had good velocity going. If she could get on top of Alicia again, she might even go for another pinfall…or something more interesting. Hm.

[HotWheels]

Siren should know that size didn't much matter when flying feet started to get involved in the match. One of her worst ass-kickings during the early days of her time training had come from a little Korean babe who wore almost less than Siren, stood seven inches shorter, and wore no shoes or boots. Siren had been covered in little red footprints for hours, and the trainers had not intended the spar to be that violent. Siren remembered that the display had turned her on pretty good. Not so much the pain.

She only briefly remembered that, however, with her bell rung. This time, she did taste a little blood in her mouth, but she cared much more about the slow, hollow throbbing that coursed through her skull. Only when that throbbing started to ease a little did she open her eyes to see herself on her hip on the canvas and pull in more strategic thoughts, and through the wetness in her eyes, she glanced over at the continued source of noise that was Dizzy's mother. Her strategy amounted to get Dizzy good enough that she couldn't pull another one of those quick strikes...and quiet down her mother.

But her thoughts only got that far, and had her eyebrows knitting with focus, before Siren caught repeated thrums against the mat behind her and turned onto her butt to see Desdemona already in the air. She didn't have time to do much more than brace, hardening the muscles in her body to take the landing, and when Desdemona landed on her chest...she thanked her own mama for what she gave her when her breasts and abs took a good chunk of the impact to keep the wind from being completely knocked out of her.

But that didn't mean the landing didn't flatten or hurt her. The bigger woman lay beneath the smaller one, her arms sprawled to her sides.

[BlackAkuma]

It all made for a weird visual. A little bit like a lioness getting pounced on and put down by a cub.

Dizzy crashed hard into the sitting Alicia - maybe too hard, because the impact knocked the wind clean out of her, too. She was still trying to get used to the idea of using her own body as a projectile, and since that was never her mother’s style, there were only so many tips she could give her on that front. Tensing up your body, going loose at the right time, avoiding the reflexes that could screw the whole thing up at the worst time.

This wasn’t one of those times, thank God. As hard of a hit as it was, Dizzy came off okay and only messed it up a little by rolling off the buxom beauty after the impact. She was quick to correct, though, and scrambled back on top of her fallen opponent an instant.

”Covercovercover-”

”I know, Mom!”

Even she wasn’t green enough to ignore a good opportunity she saw one - though she had her own ideas on what sort of pin to go for. Her mother would’ve preferred the usual roll up, but she had something a little more inventive in mind.

Dizzy scrambled over Alicia’s body and came down for a sit on her chest, resting her tight butt on the Siren’s comfy mounds. At the same time, she reached over, wrapped her arms around one of those luscious legs, and pulled it up to her own chest, hugging it tight. And wouldn’t you know it, one of her hands just so happened to be groping her ass a little bit, at an angle where her mother couldn't see it. How’d that happen?

She knew there was a super-small chance Alicia would lose to that move, of all things. Might as well get the most out of it.

The referee dropped nearby and stared up the pinfall. “One!”

[HotWheels]

Siren knew the smaller wrestlers could hurt when they decided to fly, too. A hundred-pound body hit about as hard as a tire (and Siren had been hit by a tire before), and with all those angles and bones to even the female body, the hurt could amount to a lot more than the tire could inflict. Her chest felt crushed under the impact against her breasts, and a half-dozen other spots on her torso cried out with their pinpricks of pain. Siren hated offering sounds of pain, because too many opponents either took them as a good sign, a chance to talk, or a chance to get off, but a couple of small, groaned sighs did leave her lips as she pulled her sprawled arms to her to clutch her chest.

Or she would have, if Dizzy had not landed squarely on that ailing chest, flatting Siren's breasts so that cleavage poured from each side of her beach top. Siren audibly strained out a breath, bringing the hand up to smack at Dizzy's side instead, but the weight quickly shifted into a full pin attempt, with her leg getting a lift into the air. For a second, fighting her way out of that pin sounded a miserable proposition. But then, she found Alicia was the one who wanted that second to rest, not the Hollywood hottie.

As the hand started to drop for two, Siren had grabbed two handfuls at the sides of Dizzy's bottoms and wrenched to throw her forward at the same time she drove her captured leg back to the mat. With that momentum, she brought the other leg up to join the one meant to be dropping. She looked to wrap those gams around some part of Dizzy's upper body to immobilize her. Whether that ended up being the head, the neck, the shoulders...didn't matter. Siren just wanted the weight off and a chance to stretch her chest back out.

[BlackAkuma]

As happy as Angela was that her daughter was getting another pin attempt, she made a note to talk to her about her choice for the move. She’d wanted Desdemona to stick with simpler pins until she built up more experience. You had to crawl before you could walk, after all. There was nothing wrong with a little exotic flourish, that was fine and dandy, but poor timing could leave you open for…

…well, for things like what happened next.

Dizzy figured everything was good, at first. She’d managed to get one over on Alicia, and the crowd was feeling it, giving her the heartiest cheer she’d received all match. As jaded as she was about this whole process, even she had to admit there was a rush in having them support her. Everyone loved it when David took down Goliath, and the comparison applied, here.

She could feel Alicia powering up beneath her as the count struck two and knew her perch wouldn’t last long, but she wasn’t worried. One she kicked out, Dizzy would just keep the offense going. Maybe kick her again, or get her in a chokehod or really lay into her with a moonsault. She was still iffy about that last one, still hadn't mastered the timing well enough to land it all the time in practice, but she was feeling lucky.

Those plans turned to ash when Alicia pushed forward with a sudden surge, not only killing the pintail, but nixing Dizzy’s chances to follow up. That would’ve been bad enough, but things took a worse turn when those thick, delectable legs that she’d been admiring clamped down on her neck, catching her in a tight scissorhold.

Dizzy went into a spastic fit as she tried to break free, twisting left and right, kicking her heels, flopping around and fighting for every breath she could steal. She knew that this woman was strong, but you never really appreciated how powerful someone was until they were choking the life out of you.

[HotWheels]

Damn, that felt better. A hundred and ten pounds didn't feel so good crushing the Hollywood hottie's own breasts back into her diaphragm.

Siren could tell, as she sat up fully and rested on her palms, that she had trapped Dizzy's head. She knew what a head felt like between her legs for...a couple of reasons. With an ease brought on by her size and strength, Siren crushed Desdemona with a jolt of adrenaline brought on by escaping the pin, and Dizzy flew into a frenzy that satisfied her for the moment. She needed her here right now, and not embarrassing the bigger Latina with those powerful strikes coming from such a small package.

But after the first big squeeze, Siren let off the gas a touch, only maintaining enough pressure to keep Dizzy writhing in place. She took a second with the reassurance that Dizzy would need to pull a trick to escape to rub once more at her jaw and chest, actually stuffing one disheveled boob back into the pocket of her top as much for the benefit of the crowd as for herself. While she made the adjustment and crushed Dizzy, Siren sent another sassy glance in the direction of Angela, as if to say that her instructions only got her daughter caught again.

And, despite the offensive onslaught from Siren that would keep her careful...she still wanted to get a rise out of this spicy little babe. Maintaining the scissorhold, Siren adjusted the positioning of her legs so she could scoot forward but bring Dizzy's face more tightly against her butt. The squeeze transitioned into more of a hug between thighs and glutes that would be more harrowing than painful, and Siren leaned down towards Dizzy's face, hoping she could hear even with toned, tanned flesh partially covering her ears. Her cascade of hair hid them from her oh-so-attentive mom. "What's the matter, chica? I could have sworn I felt you grope my ass in that pin...too shy to enjoy a closer look?"

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy loved Alicia’s legs. Loved them. Some people didn’t care for these thick kinds of legs, but she’d always had a taste for them, maybe because they were so different from her own chicken legs. The Hollywood Siren was a special case, too, since she had just the right amount of silk to hide all that steel, with pleasing, soft over that muscle that molded to your hand and made it supple to the touch. Perfectly kissable legs, and she could spent all day caressing them.

But being crushed by them? Squeezed, choked, broken? Not loving that so much. As much as she wanted this body, she wanted oxygen, too, and she wasn’t getting nearly enough for her body’s tastes at the moment.

Hence all the thrashing as she feebly pulled at Alicia’s legs, croaking and coughing in a sputtering, unsexy mess. She didn’t want to tap, not when there was still so much fun to be had with this woman, but her options were getting lower by the second. Dizzy could hear her mother clapping at the sidelines, rallying the crowd behind her, but that wasn’t making her breathing any easier.

Lucky for her, knocking her out wasn’t on the Hollywood Siren’s priority list. She had more interesting ideas.

Dizzy took in long gulps of air as the hold was eased up on - still a long way from comfy, but it no longer felt like her head was in danger of popping off. To make matters even better, she was given a much better closer view of Alicia’s ripe ass, dominating her vision. Not that she’d missed it before, but it was hard to get a good look when they were running around and wrestling. Now, she had all that she could handle, and could really appreciate the way those jeans hugged her curves.

She still struggled. Still kicked. Still squirmed. But her hands stopped pulling on Alicia’s legs and moved to a gentler, softer touch, massaging the muscle with her tiny, probing fingers. ”N-no idea what you’re talking about, big girl.” Even with the squeezing, she managed a small smile, shining through the shadow of Siren’s hair. It was like their own, private little space. She took the opportunity to start planting kisses along those tanned thighs, taking in as much of the taste as she could get. ”You’ve got me…for now. Gonna get some more payback, huh?”

[HotWheels]

The tone of Dizzy's body language sure changed when Siren gave her the reprieve. She watched the little Italian's eyes drink in the looming sight of her ass, and hands that had essentially clawed at either of Siren's thighs started to caress the skin in a way that the Hollywood hottie liked. She admitted, for all she had stepped out here to take care of business, she liked teasing this fiery little woman. While the Latina would not appreciate any more kicks to the head, as long as she kept Dizzy restrained, a little fun couldn't hurt. The fans were eating this match alive, anyway...Siren only did herself favors by making a show of it, even if that was a private show at the moment. For a woman who wanted to be the biggest show for this whole promotion, Siren believed she could have everything she wanted from this debut.

The drop of big girl made her squeeze Dizzy's head in tighter for one, two, three seconds before she again relented. "With the two of us like this, you better call me somethin' better than 'big girl.' Having control felt amazing...and doubly amazing when she started feeling kisses line her thighs, delivered by the little trapped beauty. Siren sighed with satisfaction and shifted, feeling her body rise.

Dizzy stopped long enough to ask her an observant question, and Siren gave her a sharp look before she answered. "For kickin' this face? This and more." As if to prove her point, she stretched out her gams a little again, maintaining her leggy trap, but reached for Dizzy's leg. She tried to reel it in towards her, stretching it just enough that it became uncomfortable, but not unbearable, with plans to start massaging her calf if she could bring it close enough. "Kiss good back there, or I'll make you kiss it." She said those words a touch louder, just enough for Mama Belti to hear a conversation but stew when she had no clue about the words shared between them.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy wanted to be alone with Alicia. She wanted the crowd and the announcers to melt away, she wanted her mother to disappear, she wanted the lights to drop and the air to get a few degrees hotter…but, at the same time, she didn’t. The crazy thing was, having her mother nearby almost made this hot in a different way than it would’ve been otherwise. Not because of some creepy fetish she didn’t want to contemplate, but the secrecy of what they were doing, hiding in plain sight, forcing her to think up ways to enjoy this woman and stay candid about it, it was all a forbidden fruit. In hindsight, stuff like this was probably why she cheated on so many of her partners - the danger of getting caught was a rare spice, and she was addicted.

It helped that this Siren was living up to her nickname, being such a tease and drawing her closer to disaster. Dizzy let out a long, lustful moan for the three seconds she was squeezed, really feeling that power on her neck, then breathing deep when she was given a break. As much as she never liked being told what to do, when an order came with a voice that, with thighs like these wrapped around her throat, and an ass like that in front of her face? She couldn't resist.

The Hollywood Siren wanted better names? She’d get them. ”Bella donna.” She laid her accent on like a thick sauce and disguised her words in between groans, all while her hands pawed and rubbed and kneaded those iron calves. ”Bella amazon dei miei sogni, la sirena di chi governa il mio mondo…” She crooned out in the sweetest voice she could manage with the current circumstance. This sort of talk never worked with the girls in her own country, but she’d made a couple of American spring breakers melt with it a few months ago. Worth a shot, here.

She grunted as her leg was stretched out, but she’d always been a flexible sort, she could take it for a while. It helped that she had such good distractions back here, and she used the near torment as an excuse to struggle harder - which made a good excuse for her to press her face against Alicia’s fleshy thighs, using those movements hide her every lick and suck. The only way you’d really know would be to see all the saliva she was leaving in her wake, and maybe catch the occasional moment where her teeth could be seen dragging along the Siren’s skin.

Her mother was, thankfully, too busy to notice any of that, more focused on Alicia than anything else. ”Hey! Hey!” She slapped the mat, trying to get her attention. ”Enough with that, you little, you-” She had a long, exasperated groan, the same one she made when she was fed up with Dizzy for whatever reason. ”Dizzy!” She cupped her hands together and called out. ”Remember what we practiced, ring positioning! Get to the ropes! The ropes!”

Dizzy’s worship came to a short pause while she made a squeakier version of the noise her mother had just made. She went right back to her kissing, but threw in some weaker, pointless attempts at escaping to the mix. She probably couldn't escape if she tried, Alicia had her good, but she figured she might as well make a token effort to throw her mother off.