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

Should Silver of released the hold? Certainly not. Did she feel better she was no longer hugging the smaller girls neck and throat to pieces? Most certainly.

Simply standing with firm figure as her foe slid down her, somewhat unceremoniously and inadvertently hugging the bigger woman as she slid down, Silver couldn't help but giggle. Soon enough, her foe would fall completely to her knees, now pressing her generous orbs to Silver's curvy thighs as she breathed into her belly with tired breath.

And of course, in her infinite softness, even in the face of someone who started the match with flat out insults at her curvy figure, Silver didn't press the attack. In fact, she was struggling if anything to resist the urge to ruffle the struggling girls hair! "Erm..we...we gotta carry on..fighting I guess.." She'd mutter, before sharply yelping, surprised by her foes quick ascent back to standing. Struggling not to stumble back in mild shock, her hands would soon latch onto her foes shoulders, in yet another gentle grip.

With a almost innocent and sorry smile, the big girl would gently begin to push the Super American back, trying to press her lightly to the closest turnbuckle!

"You bet we're gonna carry on fighting," Becky said, face reddening, "these colors don't run!" With that, Becky gave a tug of her flag-themed bikini top. The pull caused her generous bosom to strain against the constricting top, but she didn't notice. Her breasts threatened to come popping out of her top, but Becky had no clue. She only cared about the match, and making certain she could finally score a victory for her beloved country!

Silver's yelp even heartened the Super-American's resolve. When Silver put her hands on Becky's shoulders and started to push her back, Becky fought with all the strength she had left. Which wouldn't turn out to be that much, as the larger girl pushed Becky's body rather steadily into the corner turnbuckle!

"Aaow!" Becky cried out, as her shoulderblades hit the turnbuckle. Silver was being gentle as could be, but it seemed the young Brooke was just that easy to push and manipulate around the ring! "Y-your sumo tricks won't work on me!" Becky groaned, as she struggled and squirmed against Silver's grip. Her ample bust pushed and bucked against Silver's arms, but her legs were kicking uselessly. Becky wasn't going to get anywhere, with her current, useless writhing. All the Super-American could muster was a few slaps, open-palm strikes to the outside of Silver's arms, feebly trying to encourage her to break the hold.

Whilst herself an energetic buxom girl, Silver's energy and spirit simply couldn't compete with the Super American's as she held her by the shoulders. Luckily, with a hefty body shove, it wasn't energy or spirit that would accomplish the move. Or save Becky. It was Silver's enormous figure versus the strength of the girl. Then again, if Becky caused too much of an issue in the shove, Silver would of simply hoisted the girl up and continued her pace that way!

Soon enough, back met turnbuckle and with it, hefty busty front met hard with slim busty front. Keeping the girl the girl in the corner was one thing; keeping her still was another altogether! Something Silver wasn't sure was even possible, let alone something she could accomplish!

Again, the girl compared Silver's to that of a sumos, but Silver was long past the point of trying to deter the girls insults with kind words of her own. Not that Becky's own hurt any less. Rather, yelping and grunting with each and every slap the Super American threw, Silver would simply persevere, long past learning that in order to restrain this particular girl, she'd have to bear through the rough.

Hooking her arms under the girls own, shooting past that ridiculous chest and hooking, Silver would opt to instead of locking in a waist lock, shoot for her arms beyond the turnbuckle itself. Arms locking, letting loose a horrendously high pitched yelp, she'd tighten her arms. The result, far from a bearhug, would in fact pull Silver closer, as she aimed for a tight compression of the girl against the ropes, the referee already bearing down her count for the rope bound manoeuvre!

"Sorry...Again..!" Silver would close her eyes, as her body pressed in with all the force of a soft hydraulic press!

Becky Brooke squirmed and struggled for everything she was worth. Arms and legs pumped and kicked and bucked, as she got shoved toward the turnbuckle. But, nothing she could do at the moment was going to slow down Silver's momentum, and in mere moments she had Becky driven hard into the corner!

"Aaaoowww!" Becky cried, as her spine hit the turnbuckle. Becky was winded, trapped between her powerful opponent and the unyielding corner. She could feel Silver's arms sliding across her bare, slender sides. "Wh-what?" she asked, in weak confusion. Becky's body went limp in Silver's grasp, her body melting into the larger woman's, only supported by Silver's larger frame. Whatever her opponent was setting up, here, there was precious little that Becky could do about it!

Once Silver had her arms locked in, the punishment started. Becky felt like she was in a vice, as Silver squeezed down and compressed her against the turnbuckle. Becky's head rolled back, as she let out a loud "Aaaauuughhh!" of utter agony.

"Uhn! Nuuh!" she grunted, as her eyes began to roll back in her head. "N-no!" Becky's head fell back to the turnbuckle, as Silver compressed her body. The only resistance Becky had to offer was her impressive bust, rubbing and squirming against Silver's chest as her body got compressed. Becky could feel her lungs emptying, her ribs grinding. A few weak kicks of her legs, which met with nothing but air, were even weaker. Tears began to form in the American's wide blue eyes, as her face went red in exasperation.

Becky's one saving grace was the referee, beginning a count for Silver to break the rope-based hold. "One!" the ref counted, throwing her hands into the air. Becky let out a whimper, as the ref brought her hands back down, and nodded to prompt Silver to back off. "P-please!" Becky begged, with some of the scant air left in her suffering body. "Count fasteeerrr!"

Now make no mistake, it wasn't that Becky's incoherent yelps, scrapings and slaps were having no effect. Silver herself was struggling to resist the urge to pull away to safety; the only thing keeping the big girl going was pure determination. That, and the fact that the majority of her foes strikes were hitting her considerably more hardy body, as opposed to her soft, crackable head.

But then, came the crush. Pushing hard on her feet, using her arms to pull herself harder in, Silver instantly closed her eyes as she tried to put out the yelps of her opponent. Otherwise, she would of simply felt too bad to continue, and near instantly pull off. She certainly would have if she had but opened her eyes, to see a site before her that reminisce toothpaste being squeezed from a tube. Had she being laying on top of the girl on the canvas, or even simply hugging her out, Silver would of felt less brutal. But alas, given both the energy of her foe and the simple fact that Silver catching her was but pure look, this is apparently, how things had to be.

Surely enough, the count came, reaching midpoint at a speed Silver herself was surprised by, pulling back before the referee could even finish the four count. This time, she'd make good distance, giving the girl more space than she needed to both catch her breath, and be sure the bubbly girl wouldn't press another few grains of sweat out of her.

Bending over, inadvertently giving the Super American and tending referee both a healthy dose of Silver's cleavage, she'd simply tilt her head, a sad look on her face, as she simply waited to make sure her foe was ready to continue.

Becky's face grew more and more red, to the point that she was nearly matching half the stripes on her ring gear. "N-n-n-n-nuhhh," she tried protesting, but the air was being steadily squeezed out of Becky's lungs. The blonde's limbs were extended fully, but she wasn't even able to offer the weak sort of token resistance that she was able to moments ago.

Bit by bit, Becky felt as if her body was getting smaller and smaller. The buxom blonde writhed and grinded against her opponent slowly but steadily, but she wasn't able to earn herself a bit of freedom. If Becky were smart, she'd realize all she was doing was making things harder on herself, expending effort on a hopeless bid for freedom. Unfortunately, the young Brooke girl was as likely to catch on to that as she was to break from Silver's powerful grip!

Fortunately, Becky's situation was hopeless but Silver was merciful. Silver backed off the second the referee got in there, to break things off. Becky's chest swelled massively, as a loud gasp pulled air back into her lungs. Looking around like she was seeing light for the first time in ages, the "super-American" panted for air. Her entire upper body was heaving, trying to stay up on wobbly legs by clinging to the corner ropes. Becky had lost matches to powerful opponents, before, but prior to meeting Silver she had no idea someone could bring so much sheer power to bear in a match!

Once the arena stopped spinning around her, Becky finally peeled herself off of the corner post. Looking back at Silver, Becky caught an eyeful of the larger woman's cleavage, and nearly lost herself in that. Becky looked down at her own chest for a moment, then tried to push comparisons out of her mind. Returning her attention to Silver, Becky was shocked to see Silver looking dismayed.

"Th-that all you got," Becky said, her voice sounding hazy and half-asleep, "c-come on ... I can do this all day ..." The busty blonde "Super-American" lifted her fists into a boxing stance, and tried to look as ready as possible for whatever Silver could throw at her, next!

Silver was beginning to feel less and less guilty over ever hefty compression or crush she 'gifted' to the girl, as it was clear her foe not only had the durability to withstand them and continue, but apparently also the mouth and cockiness that came with it to suggest she wasn't exactly struggling. Still, minor guilt still ran through Silver's mind; Silver's body did near completely overshadow her ridiculously busty foes every time the two pressed.

Sure, she should of pressed her foe given that it was apparent Becky was continuing. But again, that wouldn't of been Silver-like at all.

Silver's eyes stayed glued to her foe, mostly to see if she was actually able to compete or was in need of assistance, but also partially in wariness that her foe could launch yet another surprise assault at the busty sumo. Due to such, she completely missed the fact her foe was somewhat openly comparing chests, as Becky's gaze shot back and forth between both huge sets of boobs!

"O-Okay!" Silver would roar, taking a huge breath as partial tiredness began to set in on the bigger woman, her foe declaring her intention to continue somewhat openly. "Here I come!" Silver's arms would shoot wide, as if looking to again grapple or wrap around the woman. Instead though, with her sudden burst forward, it became apparent her arms were simply outstretched to try and keep her foe cornered; as she again tried to make fronts collide with fronts, albeit at a much more brutal speed as she tried a corner splash!

Becky Brooke was attempting her best "badass" glare, as she tried to stare down her opponent. Things were not going at all her way in this match. In fact, objectively, Becky was getting creamed. But, she convinced herself, that didn't matter. She was the plucky underdog. She was on her way to body slamming this giant in front of 10,000,000 screaming Beckamaniacs here in the AFW superdome, and it was gonna be so awesome!

Squareing her shoudlers and taking a deep breath, Becky had the situation firmly envisioned in her mind. Becky took a deep breath, her ample bust stretching against he ring gear in such a way as to make the flag she was wearing more prominent. Her legs were wobbly, her arms shaking as she tried to bring them up into a fighting stance. The "Super-American" looked rougher than ever, but didn't look like her body was keeping up with her ambitions. The will was strong, but the flesh was bruised and woefully tender.

When Silver came charging forth, Becky flinched. Legs tensed, arms coming up over her face, the Brooke girl got a chance only to let out a small squeal of horror before Silver's considerable body came crashing down on her!

"Eeek!" was the last anyone heard from Becky, before the busty blonde mostly disappeared beneath her opponent! Becky felt as if a massive marshmallow was coming crashing down on her. Her body was engulfed in Silver's, and compressed hard against the turnbuckle. "Nnnhhn," Becky moaned, her face buried in Silver's considerable cleavage. The air was pushed completely out of her by her opponent's mass, and Becky couldn't get much new air in, from her position. The only "resistance" the buxom blonde could muster was a slight, pathetic flailing of her hands and feet, while she tried to resist taking a nap in Silver's soft figure.

If Silver could read minds, she'd probably weep at the thought of being compared to Andre The Giant, with the hulkamaniac Becky throwing her around to obtain a world famous win. Then again, Becky would probably be equally horrified if she could peer into Silver's skull; the buxom heavyweight still completely focused on squashing and squeezing the girl to a gentle win!

Again forcing momentum to her chubby legs, Silver would burst into action in her pace towards the woman. Her arms wide, they'd surely make sure her prey stayed exactly where she wanted it to. Although, in hindsight, had Becky not just had the wind crushed out her moments ago, she could of easily ducked under those slow moving arms..

But nonetheless! Silver was determined to press more of the energy out of the girl who simply couldn't resist to poke fun at her, and to her luck, her huge frame again slammed into the buxom blondes, only this time with raw momentum behind it. Briefly engulfing the girl, Silver's arms would swing around and slap both sides of the girls hips and turnbuckle behind her, merely as a result of the momentum carrying on forward. She didn't verbally respond to the fact that her sheer frame engulfing Becky's own made sure the girl was now thoroughly nuzzled into her huge chest, but she did of course fill with blushed red colour.

Stepping back, Silver would wheeze as she watched for her foes reaction, her hands holding her chubby sides; equal parts guilty over repeatedly pressing the wind out of the girl, equal parts determined to crush more out of her!

Becky could only squirm and writhe, as Silver pushed into her. Becky could feel her body compress, her lungs blowing air out in considerable gasps, as her poor self was squashed and bounced against the corner. To the fans, the image of the blonde, buxom American eking out a surprise underdog victory had been as thoroughly squashed as Becky's suffering body. Still, however, the blonde was squinting her eyes and clenching a fist high to try and signal an imminent comeback.

As Silver's body engulfed her, Becky panted heavily. The friction left her body feeling hot, producing a thin sheen of sweat all across her barely-covered flesh. When Becky's opponent pulled away, Becky was left in the corner. Her chest heaved and bounced massively, as she gasped for air. Her flag bikini stretched and strained, threatening to spill off of her sweat-slicked flesh. Becky herself was casting a panicked look around the arena. Her wide blue eyes were looking at the fans. Her arm pumped up to the air, fist raised high as she tried to convince anyone that her heroic second wind was just moments away.

Becky looked into Silver's eyes. There was no malice there, just sheer determination. "Guh, guh," Becky panted, "Gonna show you! I've ... g-got ... fighting spirit!" With her lowered arm, Becky clutched the rope. She had no breath, her body squeezed to its limits by Silver's pressing attack. Everything ached, every bone in the buxom blonde's body felt like it was moments away from cracking. But she wouldn't let herself back down.

"Th-these colors don't run!" Becky's face let out a determined pout, and she threw herself forward. Arm extended, the self-proclaimed super-American rushed forward. She was looking to hit Silver with a last-ditch lariat, a move to try and knock the bigger girl down to the mat. If Becky had been at her full strength, she might have stunned Silver with the blow. In her current state, the attempt at an attack was almost more embarrassing than just going down. All that remained to seen, sadly for the perky young American, was how Silver would respond to the attack.