The True Hollywood Story

[BlackAkuma]

Hm. Alicia smelled nice, too. Probably not the first time she’d gotten a whiff of the bigger woman, but it was the first time she’d really noticed today. It was probably the hint of sweat that was working up thanks to their little spar, reminding her of their match, bringing back all those lovely memories of her being all over her, those thighs, that smothering…

Foooooooooooocus.

Dizzy was able to reign in her wilder thoughts once again, doing so long enough to make an escape plan and knock the bigger woman off. She knew that would be a temporary solution, however. Alicia was already getting back up, fast, and she was on the way with another attack. Think, think, think-

”Bwah!” Dizzy ducked low, narrowly avoiding a boot that would’ve dropped her flat, and dashed forward to put herself behind the bigger woman. With a moment to prepare, she had a slight advantage, but she knew that she couldn't use just any old move to capitalize on it. Had to be something big.

Dizzy ducked down, waited for Alicia to turn in full, then leaped straight up and shot both of her legs out at the apex of her jump, trying to hit the bigger woman in the chest with a dropkick towards the turnbuckle.

[HotWheels]

In an exchange that almost looked clean enough for them to have planned it, Alicia's foot went straight through the ropes where Dizzy had just propped herself, and the half-Latin beauty gripped the ropes to keep herself from tumbling through along with her leg. She dangled there, hair blocking her view, until she had bounced back and straightened up. That was one of the few pains of long hair in wrestling; a bitch could rob herself of her own view for a second here and there. What mattered more to Alicia, however, was that Dizzy was showing good thinking and quickness. When she had that head screwed on straight, she could do shit, indifferent to her size.

Alicia didn't have a damn clue where she had gone, either. Being hard to find was a boon in a match, though not one she had thought about too much since it didn't matter for her at all. Whipping her hair back, she picked her thigh from between the ropes and turned, looking for a spicy little Italian. Leg still half-through the ropes, she turned to find Dizzy almost up in the air already. She could almost feel what was coming before the feet hit her, but Dizzy (and Alicia noticed that athleticism) didn't let it stop at anticipation, driving both feet into the heavyweight's heavy chest.

That age-old sound of chest impact rising through the throat came from Alicia's lips, and with her leg still dangling, she toppled right over, bumping her shoulder first into the turnbuckle before she fell over the rest of the way in the corner, on her side. A couple of quiet Spanish exclamations joined her there.

[BlackAkuma]

To be honest, when Dizzy leaped up and went for the dropkick, there was a greater than zero chance of her messing it up and falling flat on her butt. She’d done the move before, but never on her Mom, never in a match, and never when there was real pressure on. It was still in a theoretical phase, so when she pulled it off and didn’t crack her skull, a thrill ran through her. A tinge of excitement.

That was before the panic set in.

The idea that she could actually hurt Alicia, really hurt her, was still a hard thing to grasp given the differences between them. She expected the drop kick would have an effect, but enough to knock her off feet? Not quite. And yet. her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her. It probably had a little to do with her leg being caught in the ropes, but she was down, and at a bad angle. She was still hyped up on some level, still in that fight-or-flight high, but it was overruled by concern.

”Dannazione, are you okay?” Instead of getting back up to her feet, she quickly crawled over to her fallen friend and looked her over, looking for all the world like a cat strolling over to her owner. ”Sorry, a bit stiff, didn’t mean to drop you. Well, not like that.”

[BlackAkuma]

To be honest, when Dizzy leaped up and went for the dropkick, there was a greater than zero chance of her messing it up and falling flat on her butt. She’d done the move before, but never on her Mom, never in a match, and never when there was real pressure on. It was still in a theoretical phase, so when she pulled it off and didn’t crack her skull, a thrill ran through her. A tinge of excitement.

That was before the panic set in.

The idea that she could actually hurt Alicia, really hurt her, was still a hard thing to grasp given the differences between them. She expected the drop kick would have an effect, but enough to knock her off feet? Not quite. And yet. her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her. It probably had a little to do with her leg being caught in the ropes, but she was down, and at a bad angle. She was still hyped up on some level, still in that fight-or-flight high, but it was overruled by concern.

”Dannazione, are you okay?” Instead of getting back up to her feet, she quickly crawled over to her fallen friend and looked her over, looking for all the world like a cat strolling over to her owner. ”Sorry, a bit stiff, didn’t mean to drop you. Well, not like that.”

[HotWheels]

One of the boons of being big as hell and having to do a lot of hard outdoors work over the years was that a girl could take almost any tumble without hurting herself seriously, tangled leg and all. Alicia had taken a dropkick, bashed her shoulder against the turnbuckle, and tumbled all the way to the ground, and still the dropkick itself proved the worst of the three. Pretty good from her little sparring partner. More shocked from the extended fall than anything, Alicia lay there sprawled with half of her propped against the ropes and half on the mat, wincing and kneading at her chest.

All things considered, she might have a little bruise or achy spot come morning, but that was about it. The Latina did not, however, plan to tell Dizzy just how okay she was. The need to make mischief struck her as she watched Dizzy crawl over with concern in her voice, and Alicia only answered with a small groan before she flopped over a little more dramatically, letting her head rest against the surface of the mat. Calling back on her (few) acting chops, Alicia played like a woman who hurt too much to know if she was okay or not, letting the little ache in her chest and shoulder dissipate.

Mid-dramatic-groan, she lashed out with an arm, trying to grab Dizzy around the back of her head and pull her face against the side of her chest in a mock and half-hearted headlock.

[BlackAkuma]

In hindsight, maybe Dizzy was being a little too worried. Alicia was a big girl - far bigger than her, obviously - and she’d agreed to take things up a notch with their spar. Maybe it was a little bit of her mother slipping through. She was always trying to be extra careful when they sparred, treating her like some porcelain doll that was always in danger of being broken. It could be a little annoying at times, and yet, here she was, acting as if she’d come close to knocking Alicia’s tits off or something.

In her defense, the bigger woman did seem genuinely rocked. On her side, groaning, clearly hurt. Dizzy inched in a little, opened her mouth to ask again, and…

…trapped. Damn it.

She squeaked as the arm clamped down on her head, and pulled her in, though not with anywhere close to Alicia’s full power. Still, the message was clear enough, and she made weak, feigned attempts at wiggling her head. ”That’s mean. You’re mean.” She huffed and pouted, with half of her face enveloped in Alicia’s breasts. “A mean, mean person.”

Still, not the worst palace to be. She nuzzled up against Alicia’s chest, enjoying the position, and even nibbled on it a little through the top, giving her light, teasing bites. ”Don’t mind me, just making the best of my circumstances.”

[HotWheels]

Alicia started her husky, heavy laugh even before Dizzy started calling her mean, and the chastening made the laughter that much harder. Quick and easy pranks had always given her a good rise, and this one was no exception. She couldn't help herself as she kept the Italian tucked in place while she partially sat up. "Maybe a little," she admitted. "But if I was really mean, I could make it hurt." In a match, she probably would have, though she would have never pulled the trick to begin with. Not the kind of approach she wanted to present to a crowd, but in private, it satisfied her mischievous nature.

And Dizzy was already getting busy. Were those teeth running across the side of her breasts? "Yeah, you're all torn up about it," she said, returning the chastening. The Italian couldn't help herself at all, huh? "Watch those teeth, or you go from a breast to an armpit, chica." She might get a kick out of that too: who was Alicia to guess at this point?

After a couple more seconds, however, Alicia released her and gave her a playful shove away. "Still a hell of a dropkick. Pull a few more of those, too." As she spoke, she pushed to her feet and gave just a quick check to her chest and shoulder for tightness to confirm that she was as fine as she felt. Yep. Seemed like a good chance for a reset, too, and Alicia stuck a hand out to help the Italian to her feet. "I sorta cheated, so we can start it fresh."

They did just that, and despite the thought in Alicia's head that Dizzy might go full horn dog on her at any time, things never really got that far. In fact, they fell into such a groove in their back and forth that minutes closed on an hour, and an hour closed on two. Even steady in her pace, the half-Latin beauty had worked up a considerable sweat as time trickled onward, and Dizzy matched her. Both were panting, both took a couple of not-so-smooth falls, and they shifted around the ring with that tired posture that said clearer than words that the next pin or submission situation would have to be the last one. Alicia, for her part, felt she had seen a hell of a lot more from Dizzy than in their match already, and honestly, getting to witness the blossoming of some added confidence and getting to grin at the little Italian's antics was what kept her so distracted.

Falling against the turnbuckle after tossing her smaller partner out of that same corner, Alicia started to climb when the phone by her foot, on the apron, started bleeting. She paused, holding up a hand for Dizzy to do the same, and reached down to pick it up. It was her own alarm going off, reminding her (on a normal day) that it was time for her to head to the gym for the night. The late hour gave her a start, but figuring they were close to wrapping up, Alicia just switched it off and dropped it back down to the apron. "'Kay," she called, letting Dizzy know she was paying attention again.

Okay, maybe no turnbuckle. After whipping around, the Latina just rushed at the smaller Italian, looking to baseball slide into her on the mat and finish this thing on the floor somehow. That sounded a hell of a lot easier than a turnbuckle leap after all this sparring.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy liked the way Alicia laughed.

It was kind of funny how things worked out. While she’d been attracted to the beauty from minute one, that alone hadn't meant too much. She was attracted to a lot of women. Just being taller than her was a turn on by itself, and that meant about 95% of the world’s female population was on her radar by default. But LAW had no shortage of ravishing beauties with that going for them and much more besides.

But it was the stuff that she’d discovered about Alicia since they met that was really putting her ahead of the pack. Her funloving style, the way she was cool about everything, the way she carried herself like a total boss, how she was so willing to be helpful, and yes, that laugh - so thick and hearty, but without losing that touch of femininity, coming out like rich honey. It was all so much to take, and she was getting hooked on it. Fast.

Could anyone really blame her for having a little nibble, with all that in mind? Maybe, but she didn’t care much, she was doing it anyway. ”In my defense, your breasts are just right here. It’s like a reflex, I can’t not nibble.”

Dizzy would’ve been content to stay like that for a while, but lucky for her, Alicia continued to be the more mature one here and broke it up, resetting things and giving out much appreciated props. From there, things progressed, following a natural, fruitful path, one that saw the tiny Italian doing something she never would’ve imagined a few weeks ago: Learning.

When she’d invited Alicia to meet up, her plan had been to do that, wanting to get better. But the secondary objective was also getting close to the bigger woman and getting a little physical satisfaction. Subtlety had never been her strong suit, and she could tell it wasn’t the Hollywood Siren’s either. She’d been fairly confident that they would go for a while, then break down and just enjoy each other in the ring. Dizzy had heard so many stories of sparring in LAW, times when women met for sparring sessions, and wound up in the showers, or their bedroom, or just doing it in the middle of the ring.

But that never happened. The two of them had a productive time, with Dizzy absorbing the knowledge that Alicia put down. There was no pressure to get everything right, no expectations to live up to, no strict regiment to follow. It was freeflow, and while she never quite forgot that she was sparring with a Latina goddess, she was able to put that on the backburner long enough to get stuff done. Two hours later, they hadn't broken down into a makeout session, and yet, she didn’t care. This was fun.

She was sweaty, she was breathing hard, she was satisfied. Her jacket had long since been taken off and tossed to the side, leaving her with a white sports bra for a top. She was just getting ready to wrap things up when Alicia’s phoen took her off guard. Wasn’t there something important she had to do in regards to the time?

Dizzy was processing things when Alicia came rushing in with a surprising burst, moving far faster than she’d thought possible with her fatigue. It was enough to catch her off guard, and the slide made her trip and fall flat on top of her bigger foe, a bad place to be. She tried to scramble away before she was caught, but she had the strong feeling it was a futile effort.

[HotWheels]

Feet collided with shins and ankles, and in every situation of the like, the feet won the battle. Alicia slid almost all the way through Dizzy, but she did manage to stop herself long enough for the Italian to fall down right on top of her. As much as their sparring had shown her Dizzy's resourcefulness and determination, Alicia figured that her smaller opponent had fewer years of hard work keeping those muscles churning and probably had enough chinks in her armor that Alicia should probably see about bringing this to an end before they both passed out on top of each other. Funny image except when a girl had to be half of that party herself.

Too tired to get too creative, Alicia just went for the most all-out crushing that first came to mind. While Dizzy scrambled, she grabbed a small handful of the back of the little Italian's bra so she could yank her a little closer, then brought in the other hand so she could get a full grip on one of the lightweight's hips. She spun, albiet slowly, just using pure strength to drag Dizzy along with her and force her to be on bottom. It was not pretty, but she also imagined it didn't have to be at this point. Her chest heaved with the strain, and by now, people across the gym could probably hear their breathing.

Once Dizzy was down on her stomach, Alicia climbed over, sitting squarely on the other woman's upper legs so that her little ass was stuck between Alicia's thighs. Dizzy had sat on her ass plenty; it was time to return the favor. There she stay, full weight boring down, though she didn't do anything that would be considered painful yet...except maybe the firm slap on the ass. "Now, chica," she said, her voice even heavier than usual given the fatigue. "Better choose quick. You get finished off on your belly, or you get turned over and flattened. What's it gonna be?"

[BlackAkuma]

Yeah, Dizzy was starting to reach her limit. She wasn’t in bad shape, really, especially considering how easy it was to get plumpy when your body had so few places to put all the fat, but she’d never been super athletic. She hit the treadmill every other day, did basic workouts, but she’d only really started dedicated training recently, so her stamina hadn't quite built up yet. This was about the furthest she’d ever pushed herself. Kind of amazing she hadn't given out yet.

Regardless, the end of her rope had just about been reached, making her easy prey for Alicia - easier than usual, anyway. She flailed about as she was dragged back by the bra, but there wasn’t a whole lot she could do to stop the bigger woman from having her way.

”Noooooooooooooooo.” She had her moment of melodrama as she was pulled back and mounted, then had a quick yelp at the spank. She couldn't resist a quick shake of her butt. Could definitely go for a round of that.

Right, decision time. Up or down, which was better. ”Uuuuuuuuh.” She arched her back and propped up on her elbows as she contemplated this deep, complicated quandary. ”Not gonna lie, I kind of want you to flatten me.” She looked over her shoulder with a quick wink. ”Besides, you look like you could use a rest, and i’m really soft, trust me. Pretend I’m a body pillow.”