Alba Garcia vs. Hollywood Siren - High Tide Match

[Dubski]

Alba wasn't going to hold back, especially with how dirty things had gotten with the sand there. So given the opportunity, she was happy to rub Hollywood's face in it--literally. She leaped up with her head and smashed it into that sand with the Bulldog and landed on her own behind, looking satisfied with herself for having hit the move. Things were slowly starting to come together for Alba now, and she just needed to keep up her momentum. That's all it was about. Keeping up with what she was doing. Garcia could handle that.

She got to her feet as Siren had started to push herself out of the sand, looking at the situation as the water swept past her feet. Alba Garcia firmly nodded before she took multiple paces back, taking a deep breath. For now, Hollywood was prone, on her hands and knees. She could crush her with another move, leave her hurting even more. Alba just needed to make it quick. After she waited for the tide to go back again, she went to work.

Rolling forward, it would give Alba more momentum to spring into the air as she continued to roll, aiming to land directly onto Hollywood's back with a Rolling Senton she called Rising Dawn! Her intent was to smash and crush Hollywood down while she was pre-occupied. She just hoped she could hit it before Siren got too aware of what she was up to!

[HotWheels]

The blast of water almost helped distract the Hollywood hottie from the stinging in her face...almost. Fully drenched for the first time, the big beauty bided her time for a moment to get her bearings and stretch out her jaw a couple of times, knowing that Alba would be limited until the water receded. And, frankly, she didn't strike Siren as all that much of a submission wrestler. As intense as Siren liked to be, patience was a virtue...and maybe the beach and the water all had her more relaxed than normal.

When the water receded, she got up onto all fours with her form dripping in a way the cameras would likely enjoy, and she threw her head back to whip some water out of her long hair and to take a look at where Alba had ended up. She didn't spot the Spaniard at first, and that proved to be a detriment as about a hundred thirty pounds of fine figure (if Siren was to guess her weight) hit her in the back. With a grunt and wince, the big Latina lost the balance on her hands and fell forward onto her chest, though she tried to keep her knees under her. But the effort still left her with blunt trauma to the back; less weight didn't mean much when it was landing on an unaware woman's back.

She tried to straighten up onto her knees, all the while bringing the back of her hand to her spine. It needed the support.

[Dubski]

Alba's rather flashy Rising Dawn senton had allowed for her to crash on top of Hollywood. Landing on her back, the Spaniard felt Siren collapse into the sand as she kept rolling forward until she was on her knees. She felt delighted to have nailed that maneuver on her bigger foe, thinking she surely took her down. But then she looked back and saw that her opponent was already trying to get to her knees once more. At first, Alba looked surprised. She was sure that could have taken her down. Unfortunately, she was mistaken, and she instantly scowled. She always had an issue keeping her opponents down, and it appeared that Hollywood was among those who wasn't making it easier on her. But she knew she couldn't stop there. "That's it!" yelled out Garcia, getting to her feet once more and lining up with Siren as she began to rise up to her knees.

Then, she would roll directly at Hollywood, performing a front flip. Her outstretched leg followed as she rolled, aiming to crack Siren directly onto her skull. She wanted to hit a hard strike that would be enough to finally knock Hollywood down and keep her laying. She had only just begun getting used to using so many strikes like these--leaning into her dance background to perform them. This Front Flip Kick, if successful, might be enough to keep her on top of this match if she could hit it! At least, she hoped so. She didn't want Hollywood Siren getting back up, because she didn't know what she'd be capable of if she did.

[HotWheels]

Siren might not have been down, but as she tried to stretch out her back, she figured she probably would have been better off if she had gone down. Trying to take the weight of a woman's body onto her spine without collapsing against the weight made her feel all sorts of awful. But it was the principal of the matter for the Hollywood hottie, sometimes. Sometimes, not letting the other bitch see her go down served as its own blow. She just wished her body didn't have to suffer for her to look like a badass.

She got her back under enough control, however, to see Alba flipping toward her again. With the gather taking a moment, it gave the ailing Siren enough of a chance to gauge where the Spaniard was going to land. Though her body didn't want her to, the stubborn Latina straightened herself up just enough and lashed out at the same time the dancer's foot came down upon her. As the foot connected with the side of her jaw, Siren was unleashing a downward chop meant to meet the Spaniard at the stomach, but was left spinning over and onto her side in the aftermath with half her teeth feeling like they wanted to fall out.

[Dubski]

Alba Garcia continued managing some speedy offense despite the danger of running. It was surprising to see the Spaniard actually be able to improvise, all things considered. She had been relatively awful at such things before, but her opening her arsenal had helped her get to that point. Instead of rushing at Siren and risking slipping in the rising tide, she dropped and rolled on her side, sending a her heel directly into the side of her opponent's face! It was a hard impact, and Alba would have felt completely thrilled about it had a chop not hit her in the stomach. The unpredictable move had managed to blunt some of that chop from hitting as flush as it needed to, but it still hurt nonetheless.

The dancer held her midsection, letting out a loud groan of pain, trying to stifle it as she clenched her eyes closed tight. Taking a few deep breaths, she glanced over at the prone Hollywood Siren and knew she had to act. With one arm over her midsection, Alba Garcia scrambled over to her foe before pushing her over onto her back and laying back over top of her, hooking her leg with her free hand!

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

[HotWheels]

Siren could feel the sting against the back of her hand to know she had hit, but she couldn't tell how well. With the crack to her head, there was not much point in wondering, anyway. A foot to the face didn't do much for her care or interest in what happened to the other woman. Once on her side, she got another dose of water splashing across her, but that was entirely ignored in favor of a groan before a hand raised to check her rattled teeth. All there, but when she drew her hand back, she realized that she had bitten the inside of her cheek. Couldn't feel it, with her head throbbing.

She could feel, however, Alba scooping her up. Initially, the Hollywood hottie did not have a picture of what the Spaniard was doing, but when she cracked an eye open through her scowl and felt her leg being lifted, she caught on pretty easily. Though still aware, she lay until the two started to fall, gathering her strength and doing one last double-check on her jaw and other aches to make sure everything could still go. Just as it did, she threw her hooked leg down, hard, while she popped her shoulder up, hoping that Alba was holding onto it a bit too tightly.

[Dubski]

Alba kept holding onto that leg as she laid over Hollywood, arching her back to lay onto Siren even more, hoping to get the win off of that big kick. The water washed over her bare feet as she bit her lip, listening to the referee's count. And then, her body was thrown off of Siren as she kicked out, her face instantly awash with disappointment. The dancer frowned and then put her hands into her face. She really wanted to get the pin there. It would have been her first win. She was so close.

Taking a deep breath to try to calm herself, Alba Garcia knew that she had to move again before Hollywood could recover. She had to do something to try finishing this match. Or, at the very least, she needed to buy herself some time to think of something better. So Alba would then spin on her keister, throwing her legs out and then attempting to wrap her legs around the head of Hollywood! She was looking to secure a reverse headscissors on her. It would be a move that would surely continue hurting her opponent's already throbbing head and keep her from being able to focus as well. It was perfect for Alba to figure out something else and keep Siren from getting an opportunity to fight back immediately. She just needed to wrap her strong legs around that skull and squeeze.

[HotWheels]

Siren did get the Spaniard thrown off, and she again rocked her head and jaw to give them an additional check-up. Her prognosis? Her head ached to go along with her other aches, but she could still go. How the hell had this chick not beaten someone with some of this offense yet? They had always told Siren in the performance center that she brought out the best in people, and that was always a goal, to be honest. Might have been something true to it. Maybe her running her mouth did the trick.

As she started to sit up, she was met with...thigh and ass. Siren didn't fully gather what Alba sought to do, thinking the little middleweight might take another swipe at her with those fleet feet. She threw up a forearm to block, only for the leg to worm between the lifted arm and her head. The other one joined it, and Siren was stuck looking down the backs of a fit, glistening wet pair of legs and a pair of well-fitting bikini bottoms before the first squeeze crunched her head and made her jaw clench.

Partly up, she fell onto her back fully with the first squeeze, and water seemed to wash over her to add insult to injury. Her strong fingers squeezed deeply into the thighs boring down on her head, forming new dimples, but she knew there was no pulling any legs apart.

[Dubski]

Alba Garcia had used her shapely legs to good use, squeezing Hollywood's head between them in a reverse headscissors. She could feel her opponent trying her best to do something to break free, but the Spaniard kept those legs locked tight. She wasn't about to let up for a moment. But she was aware that eventually she'd need to shift to something out, and her mind wracked as more of that same water started to rush over the both of them. As the match continued, the water was coming more often, and just a little bit higher. It was probably better to try ending the match sooner than later as well.

And Garcia felt like she was well on her way there, now wearing down her opponent even more. As those fingers dug into her thighs, she scowled slightly, knowing that it was about time to act now. She hadn't come up with much so far, but her training taught her to try being innovative when possible. She was still quick and nimble, and that would drive her. The dancer, eventually, used that for an idea.

"Eat this!" yelled out Alba, pushing her hands onto the sand and then shoving her body up, including her legs that kept a vice around Siren's head! Then, she would transition to locking her knees against the side of her opponent's heads in and instant before attempting to drive her knees and Hollywood's face directly into the wet sand, trying to hurt her head more and give her a face-full of sand!

[HotWheels]

Siren had felt worse pressure on her head, but those had been big bitches. Pound for pound, Alba's held up, especially after those knocks to the head. The Hollywood hottie, ever-refusing to make her complains known because she hated hearing her own distress, just clenched her jaw to withstand the initial punishment. Couldn't do the passive shit for long, though. She was just about tired of all the Spaniard's flipping crap, effective as it had been so far, and the headscissor proved an annoying dessert. At least, the Siren had plans to make sure this was the dessert on the Spaniard's little run.

With that in mind, the Latina started to steady her grip on Alba's hips, preparing to lift...except Alba started lifting first. The Hollywood hottie blinked through her squeezed-thin eyes to watch Alba's shifting form. The little dancer was pushing up on her palms. More than happy to oblige with the mistake her opponent was making, the Siren shifted up with the motion, too, though she briefly stumbled with the weight and pressure on her head. By the time Alba had adjusted her grip to wedge the beautiful Latina's head between her knees, preparing to slam her down, however, Siren found she had been given precisely what she wanted.

She was still gripping at Alba's hips, her fists partially curled around the other wrestler's bottoms, and carrying matters the rest of the way herself, the heavyweight got almost fully to her feet. The display of power got the crowd working, and while they worked, Siren hefted Alba up in front of her with a grunt and strain of some beautiful core and back muscles before driving her straight back down toward the water and sand with a sit-out facebuster.