Lara "Silver" Abreu VS Becky "Super American" Brooke

Standard Match

Both men and women in AFW had their own reasons for joining AFW. Fitness. Competitiveness. Kinkiness. Boredom. Or simple fun. You didn't have to be a genius to figure out big bubbly Silver was in it for the latter. Her wrestling attire, responses to wrestlers, attitude, hell, even her moveset all screamed of a kind hearted wrestler who was simply out to make friends, and have fun doing it. Tonight seemed to be another night to do so, as looking at just the name alone of her competitor made Silver reveal a huge smile. Part of her thought she was facing a superhero, with the name Super American!

It didn't take long for the big busty Silver to be curtain side, stood on the backstage side of the entrance curtain, as ever clad in her somewhat loose school uniform-esque wrestling attire. Skirt blowing in the backstage breeze, Silver soon made her appearance through said curtain; smile still on her face, with arms already up to greet the crowd.

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Bouncing down the mat to her theme, Silvers big smile nearly filled out the arena, as the sumo-esque wrestler found herself ringside, quickly rolling under the ropes with her big figure briefly revealing itself to the masses given how hasty said entrance was. Standing as quickly as she rolled in, hands coming down to adjust her outfit back to it's regular curve fitting angle, Silver would simply wait dead centre of the ring; keenly awaiting the appearance of an opponent she was somewhat convinced would be a superhero!

Backstage, Becky Brooke was stretching and prepping herself in front of a mirror with the most serious look the young woman had ever had on her face.  She scowl seemed almost completely out of place on the bubbly blonde's face, but there it was.  Her usual bouncy personality had been replaced by the utmost, most grim of serious faces- or at least what the self-described "Super American" consdired to be grim and serious.  She was convinced that the staff members and wrestlers who had seen her- and not immediately laughed- were totally intimidated!

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Becky was startled from her "serious face" practice by the signal to get out to the ring.  She rushed over to the entrance ramp, quickly making last-second adjustments to her all-too-snug, flag-themed bikini top.  The blonde shook her head, resolving that after her less-than-stellar debut match, and her humiliating domination from her open challenge, that tonight was going to be different!  Tonight, the fans were going to see how powerful the "Super American" could really be!

Bouncing out onto the arena's entrance with her game face on, Becky Brooke was greeted by a warm reception.  She stepped down, body jiggling generously with every step as she planted one boot down after the other.  Waving, saluting the fans, Becky made her way to the ring, hopped up to the apron, and then straddled the top rope.  Becky gave one final salute to the arena, before kicking her foot over the rope and stepping fully into the ring.

Becky looked around the ring, looking a bit confused.  She glanced from the ref to Silver, her "game face" dropping as she seemed bewildered.  "Um," she said, to the referee, "this is my opponent?  I mean, I don't know if you guys know this, but I'm American- I don't go in for, like, the whole sumo thing!"  A bit of a scowl was still on Becky's face- she was being mean, and she knew it, but she was determined that the AFW's wrestlers and their fans would be taking her seriously, when this match was over!  Serious people are mean, right?

Silver kept her eyes latched on the girl that appeared; a somewhat warm reception by the crowd making Silver smile further. After all, in her mind, they wouldn't cheer for a big meanie! Something about the busty girls attire even made her seem friendly!

Unable to keep herself from giving somewhat of a cute, cheery clap to herself, Silver would quickly regain control, putting hands on hips with a moderate expression back to her face. After all, she didn't want to seem a pushover to the girl, who she was still somewhat partially convinced was a superhero of sorts. She couldn't help but sway her hips to her opponents theme, as she seemingly made the effort to individually greet every fan within range as she made the walk to the ring.

As soon as Becky was finally making her way through the ropes, Silver again had to restrain herself; almost rushing the girl in a somewhat over-excited over-bearing hug! Performing said restraint after a single step, she'd instead bring fist to her mouth, coughing into it and regaining composure, before instead going for a casual handshake. That was, until Becky opened her mouth.

"S...Sumo..." She'd mutter, eyes widening in almost depressed shock. She'd take a single step back, crossing her arms, somewhat embarrassingly over her wide stomach. "Superheroes...aren't meant to be mean..." She'd mutter to herself, less audibly, face now resembling that of a teenage girl who'd just been grounded.

Becky didn't waver from her "game face," as she saw the look of disappointment on Silver's face. Normally, she wouldn't have said anything of the sort- but, she remembered all of the horrible things that King had said to her, in her last match, and what a devastating effect it had on her morale. Now, she told herself, Becky Brooke was simply proving America's superiority in psychological warfare, as it excelled in all things wrestling!

"I'm not mean," Becky said, staring her opponent down, "I'm cool and super badass! And I'm gonna show you how a cool and super badass American takes care of things in the ring!" If Becky was intimidated by her opponent's size advantage, she didn't let it show. In truth, even a larger opponent wouldn't have made the blonde think twice. Really, she wasn't much prone to thinking the first time, but that was neither here nor there. Becky reached out a hand, and poked hard at Silver's ample midsection, letting her finger sink aggressively into the soft young woman's body.

Waiting for the opening bell, Becky bounced on her heels. Her ample curves swayed and jiggled left to right, her brightly-colored, flag-themed bikini struggling to keep up. The blond super-American was trying to ready herself for the match. Being mean was new to her, but if that was what it took in order for the young Brooke to not let America down again, then that's what she would do.

As soon as the opening bell sounded, Becky would be off like a shot. Swinging hard, Becky would go to nail Silver in the knee with a hard kick, trying to chop the young woman down, a bit, before following up with a forearm right to her cute little face. Going in aggressive, Becky hoped to rock her opponent off her guard, and put on a dominant "shock and awe" display!

Becky quickly reaffirmed herself as something more than a simple smack talker or bully, but it didn't matter to the bigger girl. Silver simply threw her sad pout, as the girl nonchalantly closed the distance, to somewhat mockingly press her finger into Silver's ample stomach. Her frown couldn't help but grow, as her image of a super kind super heroine had been all but shattered!

Her face lacked all the features of a woman actually prepared for a wrestling match, as it seemed Silver's head had been lost in the crowd, unreasonably upset that a impression she had built of someone had been blown to bits by literally the first words out of Becky's mouth.

Her eyes had fallen to the side, as she simply maintained her miserable look, completely missing her buxom and jiggly foe bouncing with all the similarities of jelly. Despite a somewhat great weight difference, it was somewhat difficult to actually determined who was the more jiggly! The finger would remain there as Becky bounced, a hand that was completely unmoved by Silver. She was far too busy sulking.

The bell even failing to stir a reaction from the bigger woman, Silver would whine as a knee found it's home in her big stomach, followed swiftly by a forearm that tried to knock the spit from her face! Stumbling somewhat, her arms weren't sure where to go, given that the wind had been knocked out of her belly, and the pout slapped from her face.

"Why...why would you!" Silver would scream, bringing her big body standing, asking probably the most pointless question of the day.

Big blue eyes narrowed, lower lip jutted out in a pout, Becky gave her best "fierce" look. From what she'd experienced in the ring, this was how you win fights: you get mean. It seemed like she'd managed to get into Silver's head, right before the opening fight, and it was paying off. For the first time in her life, it seemed like Becky was playing mind games, and actually winning.

Becky recovered to her approximation of a "fighting" stance, squaring her shoulders and planting her feet on the mat below her hips. Becky had taken both of those shots better than Becky would have hoped, but the All-American wasn't done with her, yet.

"Making wrestling great again!" Becky said, "By kicking your ass out of here, and back to the Godzilla flicks where it belongs!" Becky spun on her heel, bringing up her opposite leg as she did so. The All-American was aiming to deliver a spinning back kick to Silver's belly, to try and take the wind out of her!

If that connected, Becky would keep herself on the move. Breaking into a full run, the All-American would come bouncing off the ropes, rushing back at Silver. The buxom blonde would then throw her full body at her opponent, trying to take her down to the mat with a flying forearm strike, right to Silver's face!

Not so much, 'taken well,' as big body simply absorbing the blows. Still as ever reluctant to exchange strikes of her own, the big woman would continue to stumble, as she questioned not only why a girl that she believed to be heroine, but one that practically looked like your typical sweet girl next door, was trying to take a chunk out of her.

Tilting her head sideways at the somewhat curious first half of the girls response, Silvers face would again then drop, as the big girl mentioned her significant size. She'd again fall into a brief sulk, before trying to pull herself together, merely out of fear of being made AFW's heaviest jobber in this match. She still didn't exactly want to come to blow with the girls, but Silver was becoming more and more susceptible to start using her signature strategy of gently crushing and squeezing her foe until they 'politely' tapped out. Taking a step forward, she'd discover she wouldn't be given chance for such a strategy yet.

Bending over with a leg in her gut, the big girl would splutter; the force of the spin kick amplified by its near perfect targeting. Before she even had chance to fully straighten up, she'd discover a busty, mean blonde, coming forearm first, finally knocking the giant onto her back; hands to her poor aching face!

Becky's chest swelled with pride, as she watched Silver reel back from her blows. Having been on the receiving end of some rather brutal beatings since coming to AFW, it felt good to be on the delivery end, for a change! Becky had been punished, stretched, and humiliated in AFW rings- now, she was taking a chance to show the fans what "All-American" wrestling was all about!

Becky landed on her feet, as Silver went crashing down to the mat! The buxom blonde then bounced up and down, throwing her hands into the air as she did so to try and pump up the crowd. The fans's voices did rise, a mounting cheer rising. However, it wasn't clear how much of that was for Becky's offense-based strategy taking the big girl down, or the way her ill-fitted bikini struggled to try and keep the blonde's ample bustline contained.

Either way, Becky was ready to follow up on her move, by taking the fight to the downed Silver. From her bouncing heels, Becky went into a dead run for the ropes. She leaned into them hard, turning, using the tension of those cables to come back toward Silver's prone body at great speed.

Becky spared only a glance at Silver, as she came in. The poor, larger girl was covering her face as she lay on her back. Becky might have felt a twinge of sympathy for Silver, if she wasn't on such a roll! If this kept up, Becky might actually be able to acheive the kind of dominant performance she had been dreaming of, when she traveled all the way from Iowa to Japan, for this! Without a second thought, the buxom blonde threw herself forward, like a somersault. Rolling across Silver's soft midsection with a rolling senton, she hoped to drive the air out of the bigger girl's body with a combination of momentum and her full weight. Coming out of the roll, Becky would stand at her full height, raise her hands into the air, and then follow up with a surprise moonsault, to plant her upper body against Silver, again, hard!

It often took Silver a few moments or so to actually obtain some wrestling spirit. The aim of the game was to defeat your opponent, physically, after all, a thought that sometimes made the gentle hearted Silver struggle. It didn't at all help that her pre-match image of Becky had been but completely shattered!

Her eyes would latch on the girl through her fingers as they soothed her skull, as it became apparent Becky was not only trying to excite the crowd, but prepare for something perhaps big...and most likely painful. Silver's own face turned to worry somewhat, as the ridiculously busty girl made a sprint for the ropes, jiggling all the way. Rebounding off them, Silver's hands could barely cover up in time, before her vulnerable large belly was forced to mushroom somewhat like a balloon, as Becky landed squarely on her!

Wheezing manically, trying to turn sideways to curl up into a defensive ball, Silver would this time scream as her foe continued her assault near flawlessly, again landing on the big soft girl and pushing some air out of that monstrous figure!

Becky rolled and sailed through the ring with a grace and speed she hadn't been able to display much of, in her last couple of matches. The "super-American" was a blur of flying blonde locks and bouncing body, as she rolled across Silver's belly and flew back over her with the moonsault.

Becky nearly went tumbling off of her round opponent, after landing the moonsault! Laura's body was soft, her ample belly bouncing Becky off as the blonde hit her. Still, it seemed she was causing some damage. Becky could hear the way Silver was wheezing, and watched her curl up into a ball. The Super-American was starting to feel rather dominant, now, as she was taking the fight right to her sweet-natured yet suffering opponent. Pushing herself back up to her feet, Becky was starting to look rather cocky.

"This is why American wrestlers train every day!" Becky declared, planting a boot on Becky's ample backside. Becky raised her arms to flex her biceps, causing her less-than-toned figure to jiggle and bounce, slightly. "To have powerful, athletic bodies, that don't rely on your sumo tricks to win matches!" The crowd reaction was mixed; Becky's posing looked good, presenting her bouncing, buxom figure for the fans. However, everything from her dominating, rude posing over Silver's body to her gross misunderstanding of everything relating to 'sumo' sent a different message. Grinning like an idiot, Becky didn't seem to even notice.

Instead, Becky pushed off of Silver hard, spinning around and delivering a low kick to the prone girl's back! If that managed to uncurl the larger girl, a bit, Becky would hit the mat, as she went for a sleeperhold that would wrap her arms around Silver's head, and sandwich it between a rather weak grip, and Becky's soft, warm bust.