All-American Debut! Becky Brooke vs. Miss USA!

Becky was grinning ear to ear, finally feeling in control of the match. She had Miss USA right where she wanted her, trapped against the mat. The blonde kind of expected a submission any moment, now, the masked woman certainly on the verge of succumbing to her all-American combination of physique and technique!

Becky's smile completely flipped to a heartbroken frown, however, as Miss USA began to power her way back up. "N-no! Hey!" Becky whined in protest, finding herself unable to overpower the larger woman. "Hhhggnnh!!!" she exclaimed, as Miss USA shot a hard elbow right into Becky's soft belly. Releasing the hold immediately, the stunned Becky wrapped arms around her tenderized tummy, and pouted. "Oww, not fair," she whined, involuntarily. With the power that Miss USA was bringing to the match, it was all the busty blonde could do, to not collapse to the mat!

"Phew..." Marilyn gasped once free of Becky's hold. While she may not have had the best technique, the blonde seemed to have a good amount of strength in her buxom body, and Marilyn wasn't exactly the greatest at mat wrestling.

But now that she was on her feet though, Miss USA felt good again. Looking back and seeing Becky doubled over hands on her belly, she decided now would be a good time to speed up the pace a bit. Running towards the side of the ring Becky was facing, Miss USA bounced off the ropes and rebounded back towards the blonde. Upon reaching her opponent, Marilyn would leap over her with a somersault like motion while grabbing Becky's waist. If all went well, the girl from Iowa would find herself taken to the mat with a sunset flip, her shoulders pressed against the canvas early in the match!

Becky was on wobbly legs, as she massaged her aching belly. The masked woman packed quite a punch, but Becky told herself she shouldn't be surprised. The woman was wearing an American flag, after all- she had to have incredible guns!

Becky turned her head up, looking through her cascading blonde locks to try and locate Miss USA. Unfortunately, she looked up just in time to see the masked American come running full-tilt at her, with a speed that Becky was totally unprepared for!

Becky could only stare, dumbstruck, as the masked woman leapt with catlike agility, catching Becky before she had the slightest clue what was happening. Becky felt the hands clutch her aching belly, pulling her down. The Iowan reached forward to try and resist, a look of total panic on her face, but it did no good. Miss USA rolled her onto her shoulders, pinning her against the mat.

"ONE!" the ref called.

"Nonono!" Becky squealed, realizing what was happening to her. She began bucking and kicking wildly, trying to get herself free before the ref could reach three. The buxom blonde wasn't gifted with much self-awareness, but even she didn't want to bear the humiliation of being pinned this early!

As the ref yelled "Two!" Becky's kicking and thrashing caused Miss USA to lose her hold on the blonde and let her roll off to the side.

"Damn..." Marilyn muttered.

She had been hoping her sudden pin attempt would be enough to put the country girl away early but that wouldn't be the case. Getting to her feet, Miss USA advanced on Becky, looking to keep the pressure on....

Feeling Miss USA lose her grip on her body, Becky let out a gasp of relief and began scrambling up to her hands and knees. The masked athlete had been really putting the nubile blonde through her paces, in this contest. How could someone so muscular and powerful be so darn fast and athletic! It was totes unfair! Silently, Becky resolved it was the power of wearing pure AMERICA on her face. That had to be it. But Becky reminded herself that her body was chock full of America! That was 100% pure USA bouncing around in her ring gear, and as she got back to her feet, she resolved to prove it!

So, when Miss USA came advancing on her again, the perky blonde settled on her foot, and began to spin on her heel. Lifting a toned leg while her body spun like a top, Becky completed her rotation with a thrusting kick to Miss USA's toned midsection. There was a twirl of blonde hair, a spin of her generous curves, and a single white boot that Becky hoped would stop the masked woman's inertia cold, and give her the advantage.

"Nnngh!"

Marilyn had drawn closer to Becky when suddenly, her opponent broke into a sudden spin followed by thrusting out with her leg, planting her foot solidly in the American's belly! Perhaps it was because it wasn't a move she wasn't expecting from Becky, or if Marilyn was being honest with herself, maybe she had been briefly distracted by the blonde's lush, curvaceous body in motion. Either way, the move caught her off guard and the force of the kick forced Miss USA to double over from the blow.

Clutching at her stomach, Marilyn would stagger backwards a few steps, finding herself suddenly on the defensive!

Becky's buxom chest deflated a bit, as she exhaled sharply. Her kick had actually worked, the masked woman was stunned! Er, that is, of course it worked. That was good, hard Iowan power in those legs, after all! And now, despite the fact that Miss USA had left her aching and hurting from the surprising ass-kicking she'd been delivering, Becky had her chance to take the fight right to her flag-masked opponent!

"Yeah!" Becky exclaimed, raising a fist to pump up the crowd as she turned away from her opponent. Brooke's ill-fitting ring gear strained a bit as her body bounded and bounced across the mat, Becky broke into a sprint, running for the ropes. On her return, the blonde would jump up the moment she got into distance, covering a surprising distance as she threw herself up in the air. Legs extending fully at the apex of her jump, Becky aimed to plant a missile dropkick straight into Miss USA's chest!

"Unngh....ok, let's try this again, blondie..." Marilyn muttered as she straightened back up.

However, whatever the masked wrestler had in mind, it would have to wait. Right as she looked up, Miss USA caught a glimpse of her opponent right as she leaped up into the air. Both of Becky's booted feet caught her in the chest, blasting her off of her feet.

"Ommph!" she grunted out as she got hit, hard.

Landing on her back hard, Marilyn lay there, stunned, looking up into the lights. It looked like she wasn't the only one who could break out the athletics, and Becky was more than capable of hitting hard enough to put her down. Marilyn would let out a low groan as she laid on the canvas on her back....

The crowd gave an exclamation of shock, as Becky's dropkick actually managed to knock the masked Miss USA back to the mat! Becky nearly joined them, eyes widening to almost twice their size as she looked over her own falling body, to see Miss USA topple backward.

"Nn!" the blonde grunted, as her own backside hit the mat. Still wide-eyed, Becky planted both hands on the mat, and pushed herself up to a seated position. "Oh, yeah!" she shouted, bouncing back up to her boots, thrusting her hands into the sky like a cheerleader. Some in the crowd seemed a bit surprised by the disproportionate response of the blue-eyed Iowan; others were a bit too distracted by the jiggle of her curvy frame to really register it.

Settling back down, though, Becky planted both boots on the mat and attempted a fierce glare at her opponent. "Now you're in for it," she said, in her best 'serious' voice, "you'd better take off that mask, before you submit to this one, lady! Those colors don't run!" With that, Becky wrapped her fingers around Miss USA's ankles, and began trying to turn the woman over. Struggling a bit with the placement of her feet, Becky attempted to step over her masked foe, plant her bottom on Miss USA's lower back, and sink in with a punishing (if poorly-applied) camel clutch!

Shaking her head, Marilyn expected to be pounced on right off the bat. After all she had been through in the AFW, she learned there was little room for hesitation in the matches here.

But apparently Becky Brooke never got that memo.

Miss USA looked over as the blonde jumped up in joy, throwing her hands in the air. Quickly, the Asian American laid her head back down on the canvas, feigning as if she was dazed. As the Iowan spoke, Miss USA had to admit, she shared Becky's sentiment about submitting while wearing basically an American flag. She counted herself lucky that the blonde wasn't quick to press her advantage with a submission hold.

When Brooke seized her ankles, Marilyn would suddenly pull them back toward herself before kicking out, trying to drive both feet into the buxom beauty's belly in an attempt to kick the so called 'Super' American off of her!

"They don't quit either, girl!" Marilyn would call out in response to Becky's statement.