The True Hollywood Story

[BlackAkuma]

To the outside eye, it probably looked a little silly. Alicia very well might have had more power in one leg than Dizzy had in her entire body, and the difference in bodies was made abundantly clear as she laid across the amazon. It was actually taking some real effort for her to just hold up the leg like this, even with all the proper positioning, and the idea of giving her enough resistance for a full pinfall was out of the question. There were probably more advanced pins that would’ve done the job far better, but that would be running, and she was still in the crawling phase of all this.

Alicia kicked out after a moment - if you could really call the light motion she did a ‘kick out’ - and Dizzy rolled off, though she still kept hold of the leg. More out of reflex than anything, not wanting to let go so soon, but that didn’t mean it was a bad idea, especially with what her sparring partner brought up next.

”I know some, yeah. Not sure any of them’d really work on you, though.” She strongly doubted she could even get Alicia in position for a proper Boston Crab or a Camel Clutch. The size difference was just too great, and even if she did, the woman could shrug her off with ease. The idea of the ankle lock crossed her mind, too, but that seemed a little cheeky, and she wasn’t sure she could execute it as well as Alicia had.

There was one move that might work. Her mother had only worked with her a little on it, but, hey, this was as good a time as any to workshop things.

Dizzy stood up with Alicia’s leg in her arms and twisted to the side, trying to roll her over with no small amount of effort. Once she was on her chest, she scrambled over the bigger woman’s back, brought her tiny around her neck, and tried to pull her into a sleeperhold. This was one of the rare times that being smaller would work to her advantage, with her thin limbs easily able to slip around the amazon’s neck. She wouldn’t put too much pressure on it, just enough to hold on and stay secure.

And as a bonus, she got to lay on Alicia’s back, which she didn’t mind in the least. She could even bury her face in that lovely hair, not that she had much choice in it.

[HotWheels]

"Think you'd be surprised." Alicia had thought the same thing too when she first got here, believing her size could get her out of just about anything. For one, she was far from the biggest bitch here, so that wasn't a thing she could count on. On top of that, thirty or forty other women she had trained with, all of them ranging from middleweights to barely tall enough to get on the amusement part rides, had done just fine putting her in holds she couldn't escape from, especially during the first few months of her training. Dizzy shouldn't doubt that she could do the same thing. "Might be something you should do more often. Never gonna be able to hit too hard, but you got the right body type for the technical stuff."

After a couple more seconds, Dizzy did get an idea, and Alicia played a partially agreeable victim, just making her leg and body heavy as Dizzy turned her over. Once on her stomach, she partially ended her fake stupor half because her big, obtrusive breasts were getting flattened and half because it would be good to act like that generic heavyweight was starting to rouse. She propped up on her hands to keep her chest and face off the mat, and Dizzy's slight weight climbing onto her back didn't do much more than make her strain a bit more to stay in that position. To be honest, being the training dummy didn't feel like her natural state since she was usually to go at full speed in training like a close-to-real match, but she could put up with it since Dizzy might get something out of not hearing the apparent one-track mind of her mama for a while. Seemed like a girl who just wanted to get it all right.

Fighting instinct to battle the arm snaking around her neck, Alicia instead just dropped her chin into the crook of Dizzy's arm and fell a little more forward onto her elbows. Of course, Dizzy wasn't squeezing, but an arm at the neck was an arm at the neck; there was danger there. Dizzy could have surely put on a pretty good squeeze if she wanted, and truth be told, Alicia found the situation as intriguing as it was potentially scary to her instincts. Not in a "I want to unpack this right now" way, but hey, a submission hold without the pain part could be an intimate thing.

And Alicia had it in the back of her head that she wanted to test Dizzy's skill at something else: resisting all that fire that built up in her when she was tangling with another woman.

Face-down in the mock sleeperhold, Alicia wriggled around and fingered at the arm snaring her, just like a woman trapped in this hold might. "Got me, chica. Wouldn't have anywhere to go if you had worn me out." A little of that Siren appeal dripped into the words.

[BlackAkuma]

Alicia couldn't see it from this angle, but her words put a genuine smile on Dizzy’s face. Not that her mother couldn't be nurturing and caring when she wanted to be, but there was something about hearing this sort of stuff come from someone around her own age that made it sink in even deeper. When her mother gave her encouragement, it always kind of felt like it was a little trumped up, with her afraid to go too hard and discourage her, giving her the kid gloves to from backing off wrestling altogether. Alicia didn’t have any reason to BS her, so when she told her to look more into a technical style of wrestling, it rang truer. After all, the brief flashes of offense she’d managed to get over the Hollywood Siren in their first match came when she was smart, picking her target, outmaneuvering the bigger. None of that lasted long, but there were things she could build on.

That little burst of confidence helped her as she came down on Alicia and settled in, getting nice and snug. She took a deep breath, filling her nostrils with whatever all the heavenly fragrances running through the Siren’s lustrous hair - whatever she washed it with to make it look so vibrant, it had the side effect of smelling divine.

She wasn’t silly enough to think that this hold could’ve held Alicia down if she were really trying, but the theory was sound enough by itself, and Alicia’s words confirmed it - if she’d been truly worn out and if they’d been going at full speed, this would get some results. The Hollywood Siren could’ve taken her for a wild ride if she’d wanted to, but she was holding back. For now.

Would Dizzy take advantage of that? Of course.

”So you’re not worn out, then?” Dizzy brought her legs up and let them rest at Alicia’s sides, making her sure she pressed on Alicia with every inch of her body that she could. Her hips ran up along her back, her chest pressed against her shoulders, her face came alongside the Siren’s head, bringing her lips within striking distance of an ear. ”So I’ve got to figure out some way to keep you down, right?”

Dizzy put a little more pressure into the hold - not enough to choke, not even enough to hurt, just the right amount to make breathing a chore. At the same time, she placed a single kiss on the Latina’s neck. A soft peck. Then another one, higher. A little lick there, another kiss, a nibble. Working her way upwards with each one, starting on a path that was leading straight to the bigger woman’s ear. She’d struck some gold there during their match, and now that she didn’t have to worry about her mother’s prying eyes, there was no telling what sort of magic she could work.

[HotWheels]

Sure enough, Alicia could feel the smaller Italian getting good and hunkered down against her back. Made Alicia wish the girl didn't like long pants as much with the way they were now rubbing against her sides. But Alicia, still forcing herself to be a composed wrestling dummy even after she glanced up to see if anyone was watching and might think she had legitimately tripped into this position, just ignored the intricacies of individual feelings and just focused on seeing how well Dizzy kept her balance while she wriggled, writhed, and pulled.

The answer was better than well, for a reason Alicia had suspected might be coming. Feeling that breath on her ear, the half-Latin beauty hid her quick smile against the surface of the mat and started to nod an acknowledgement before that smile was quickly forced away with the tightening of the sleeperhold. Again her instincts took over, and she made a throaty noise and arched her back, trying to ease pressure around her neck by leaning higher and pulling at Dizzy's arm from the higher angle, but the pressure never got beyond making the breaths from her mouth softly whistle. Nonetheless, Alicia, faint discomfort written on her face, gave an acknowledging, strained grunt to say she could appreciate that Dizzy had the idea right.

She did have another idea, though. As the kisses began, Alicia gave a toothy mixture of scowl and smirk before letting herself lower again, enduring the hold and kisses with her face down. "This always th' fallback?," Alicia rattled out quickly between breaths. She would have said something more about not every opponent (like her) tended to be that quick to drop their guard, but she let the girl do what she wanted for the time being.

[BlackAkuma]

Easy, easy, easy. Dizzy didn’t have much strength to choke Alicia out in the first place, but even she knew that it wouldn’t take a whole lot to do the trick, size differences be damned. She’d stumbled on an MMA match when she was running on a treadmill at her local gym once, and while she hadn't paid much attention, she remembered the end clearly - one of the women got the other in a sleeperhold from behind, powered down with everything she had, and her opponent was out in less than five seconds. Dizzy rather liked Alicia and wanted to be her friend at a bare minimum, and putting her to sleep would probably put a hitch in that.

She eased up on the pressure as Alicia settled back down, just hold her tight now, almost a lover’s embrace. She worked her way up and sifted through the Latina’s dark tresses, until she found an ear to nibble on - she’d seemed to like that enough the last time they crossed in a ring, and she was eager to see just how much mileage she could get out of it.

Dizzy had only begun to work when Alicia’s words caught her off guard, forcing a pause. No, this wouldn’t always work, would it? Despite the stereotype, not everyone in LAW was attracted to women. Heck, even with the ones that were, some of them would be too serious for this to work, or so used to hentai tactics that it would have diminishing returns. And she wouldn’t even try this sort of thing if they put her in with a guy. No way, no how.

Focus, Dizzy. Remember what you came here for. Well, the main reason.

”I…see your point.” She had one final, husky lick along Alicia’s earlobe, then returned to semi-serious mode, bringing her head back behind and focusing on the hold. ”Still, this is a good hold to go for, right? Something to work on, look out for.”

Dizzy let go of the hold and slid back, taking a seat on Alicia’s tush and settling in. Nice and comfy. ”So, what do you think? Maybe we reset, go at it a little more serious?”

[HotWheels]

With Dizzy's easing up that much more from what was already a lightweight hold, Alicia merely settled in and rested her forehead against the mat as her ear and neck continued to get attention. It felt more than good, yeah, but Alicia had a goal here to prove that turning to seduction couldn't be Dizzy's be-all, end-all. Yeah, the Latina herself liked it, but she also was no fawning waif, nor was she all that sensitive. She could have "endured" this attention long enough to regain her energy in a real match, then power out of the hold altogether. Not giving Dizzy what she wanted must drive her crazy.

She seemed to get that point, too, and she stopped her licks and suckles. But she was right on the other account. "Yep. Think this is your meal ticket if you take some laps around a girl. This or legs doin' the same thing." Mama Belti probably found this kind of shit too simple, not the stuff of a "Belti family wrestler" or whatever. That, or she had spent all her time just teaching Dizzy how to survive a lariat. For someone like Alicia who didn't have all that complicated technical training in her background, just doing the simple thing always made the most sense.

Dizzy let her go in the next breath, and Alicia took a moment to wiggle and stretch out her neck as the smaller Italian took a seat on her ass. Convenient. Alicia rested her face on folded forearms. "Good by me. Keep a focus on doin' the same thing. If you go in with a plan, you're gonna be better off than havin' to think about everything for a sec or two before you act. That gets your head taken off."

For the fun of it, she started to rise suddenly so Dizzy would topple a bit, glancing back over her shoulder with a sly smirk all the while.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy bounced on top of Alicia’s backside, quite enjoying her perch for the time being. There wasn’t any part of the Hollywood Siren that she didn’t like, come to think of it, but after their interaction in the match and the facesit she’d ended it with, she’d had no shortage of late night fantasies surrounding this particular body part. Thinking about alternate universes where her mother wasn’t around, they were in a full hentai match, and Alicia just steamrolled her from one side of the ring to the other, smothering her with the enveloping breasts, squeezing her between her pylon thighs, took her breath away between those delectable cheeks…

…okay, so maybe she was getting a little obsessed with the Hollywood Siren, she could admit that. But Alicia was an easy woman to get addicted to.

She smiled along as Alicia gave her some advice on the next round, idly bouncing about the Latina’s butt, before she was knocked off with a quick thrust. Dizzy squawked as she rolled off, tumbling down the Latina’s lengthy legs, but she kicked her legs up, rolled off her shoulders, and popped to her feet with her arms wide, doing her best impression of a gymnast. She blew a quick raspberry and winked. ”Ta-da.”

Armed with a confidence boost, Dizzy made her way back to the center of the ring with her arms up, ready to go again. She bounced from heel to heel as Alicia came over, and the second they were good to go, she went into action, starting to circle her bigger opponent. She picked up the pace this time, staying just out of range, moving faster with each step, trying to stay in the blindspot.

She went about that for a few seconds before she tossed caution to the wind and dashed in, trying to throw a kick at the side of Alicia’s knee. Nothing too fancy or stiff, just trying to see if she could move fast enough to even land it reliably. She knew firsthand that the Hollywood Siren wasn’t slow by any measure, best to test things before she committed.

[HotWheels]

The recovery looked decent, too. As she started to crawl to her feet, Alicia gave a snap and point at Dizzy's showing a flash of athleticism that made since given her size. "Pull off a few of those, too." After all, Alicia couldn't do all that flippy shit with any amount of suddenness, so that stood as just another advantage that Dizzy could play in most of her matches. Finding every one of those advantages was a good thing for someone who could only count her weight a couple hands' worth of digits over a hundred.

Once up, she wiped the age-old mat dirt off of her hands and onto her gym shorts before she slowly strolled her way over to the middle of the ring to meet up with Dizzy again. There, she squared up, though her squaring up mostly amounted to looking down. Surely, they looked like the two most opposite figures someone could dream of placing in a ring, short of those giantesses who seemed to have been born from a mountain, and Alicia didn't have any need to look like that. Would make the whole Siren thing a little harder to pull off if she gained another fifty pounds and six inches of height.

Alicia's circling took about half the steps Dizzy's did given she preferred such a wide stance, and Dizzy was not able to truly outpace her. If Alicia was fast by any stretch of the word in the ring, it was when she moved from side-to-side. But as Dizzy shifted more quickly off to her side, Alicia had to start changing her angle to keep up with her, and when she did, Dizzy took the right chance to strike.

Watching the smaller Italian's body language gave her some spare time to react in the form of leaning her knee away from the kick, but it still hit and it still stung like any foot hitting someone in their joint would. Alicia chewed a lip and kicked out with the leg, shaking off the impact, and she feinted like she was going to retaliate directly with a swing of her own. Instead, she pulled back again before rushing forward with an arm outstretched in a lightweight clothesline attempt. Something that wasn't too hard to dodge, but needed some forethought.

[BlackAkuma]

Could she do something like that in a match? Dizzy had never been much for that sort of thing in school, but the few times someone had managed to rope her into it, she recalled not being half bad. A lot of it probably stemmed from having so little weight to throw around that flipping came easy, but hey, if it worked, it worked. ”I guess I can try that sort of stuff, yeah. Mom tried to steer me away from it, didn’t want me to bust my head. But I can dip my toes a little, no harm there.”

She filed that though away for later as they squared off again - whatever the case, this wasn’t the time to be experimenting with those kinds of moves. This was all about improving her fundamentals in a real situation…and for fighting her urge to stare at the amazing chest of the woman in front of her, as it swayed left and right and left again.

Dizzy managed to free her mind from the spell long enough to lash out, and the kick worked well enough. She wasn’t a striker, but it wasn’t like you needed all that much technique to make a kick in the leg work. A good hit, judging by the way Alicia reacted, but that wouldn’t keep her at bay for long. The big girl was coming her way, fast, with a clothesline that would knock her clean off her feet if it connected.

Dizzy could dodge it, but she didn’t want to just do that. She knew a good move for this situation, but she’d done it on Alicia in their first match, too. She had been wobbly and off-balance then, so it wasn’t the exact same situation, but maybe…

She ducked under the blow, then threw herself to Alicia’s side, grabbing her leg as she tumbled. She banked on momentum to make up the size difference, as she tried to fall onto her back and pull the Hollywood Siren over, attempting to put her flat on her back for a schoolboy pin.

[HotWheels]

Having seen so many opponents in training do the right thing in this situation, facing a fairly bold and wide-open clothesline, Alicia could almost see Dizzy ducking away from the maneuver before she did it. Moves like this almost seemed to miss more often than they hit unless a match had dragged on for minutes and the target could barely stand anymore as it was. Dizzy was standing just fine, so as she ducked, Alicia tried to put on the skids. Just because she didn't plan to blast Dizzy with any actual stiff moves didn't mean she wasn't going to move like it was a real match.

Planting her feet gave Dizzy the opportunity to smartly reach for one of her legs, however, and Alicia almost nodded in approval while falling. She caught on her other knee and one palm, but Dizzy's solid yank brought her down fully and had her rolling to match with the twist of her leg. That action was worth some praise, too. If a bigger girl had a hard time doing anything, it was whirling around in space, and soon, Alicia was looking up at the lights with her leg still in Dizzy's grip.

"Uh-huh," she just offered in approval, before feeling what was surely Dizzy trying to scoop her into a schoolboy pin. The bigger girl had her options, yeah, but in an interest in testing Dizzy's strength, she stuck to staying stiff and resistant to Dizzy's attempts to lift her legs to see if the smaller woman could get the leverage to fold her over. If she couldn't...she might have to drag her to a weight room sometime.

Did she care? Yeah. No one should have just one voice in their ear, and Dizzy had that eager spark that reminded Alicia of herself before she got here. A chick like her should get what she wanted.