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

Becky was, as Silver would put it, 'a big meanie,' but as time and time went on, the busty sumo found herself struggling more and more to find the will to actually crush the girl. After all, all it took was one stubborn minute of refusing to pass out, and Silver could find her own frame serving somewhat as a mattress for one passed out 'Super American.'

Closing her eyes, Silver had to think happy thoughts as she body pressed the girl yet again, avoiding what many might of called an erotic grinding of frames, especially given the sheer busty-ness of both figures. She would however open them as the count from the referee made it's way to the halfway point, as she felt a sudden burst of movement from her foes limbs. Looking straight up, she'd see a hand raised as if Becky herself was emerging from the corpse pile; Silver somewhat confused as to why said hand never came down to strike her and try to force a release!

Finally, she'd break her squash once again as her foe made something of a focused tirade yet again about spirit. The bigger woman would tilt her head, somewhat curious as a ever so thin layer of sweat dropped off of her, one hand to her hip, the other fanning her cheek. She didn't exactly understand what her opponents 'fighting spirit' was or just how much there was of it left, but she did understand that in a wrestling match, Silver's frame repeatedly pressing you over and over could push whatever was fuelling you right out of your lungs!

Partially considering simply trying to bring her foe gently to the mat and lay on her for the final pin, Silver would be somewhat dumbfounded as her foe burst towards her, lariat outstretched. Colliding against the stunned bigger woman's chest, Silver wouldn't exactly fully go down, but instead take a single step back. Hands coming up to where she was struck, she was actually beginning to be concerned just over what was actually fuelling this woman!

Becky was standing on spaghetti legs, at this point. The busty Super-American's chest was heaving and straining against her bikini top as she fought to breathe. Every muscle in her body ached, and she could only breathe in short, ragged gasps. But still, she stood, unwilling to let down her fans and her country by giving up. The Iowan shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs and ready herself for her next move.

In Becky's mind, she had Silver on the ropes. She saw the bigger girl grasping her chest, looking concerned. This was it, Becky thought- this was her moment! Her dramatic, heroic comeback. She was going to hoist Silver up overhead, and bodyslam the giant in front of 10,000 screaming Beckamaniacs in the AFW Superdome! Or whatever they called this place.

Stepping out toward her opponent, Becky nearly fell right back down as her knees wobbled and buckled. Gritting her teeth, Becky got her legs back under herself.

"Hope you're ready for this!" Becky shouted, her voice hoarse but sounding bizarrely confident. Reaching one arm down, Becky wrapped one hand around Silver's thick thigh. The other hand, Becky clutched her opponent's shoulder. Becky's body sank into Silver's, as she pressed herself tight into her opponent and braced herself for a body slam that she was convinced was a good idea.

Then, Becky began straining. Every muscle from her glutes to her shoulders tightened and began to quiver. At full strength, this would have been a stupid idea. And now, after Becky had squashed and flattened her all over the ring, it was madness. Still, the Super-American put everything she had into straining against Silver's body, against gravity, and against all odds to try hoisting Silver up off her feet and into the air!

Sure, determination was a key factor in deciding the winner in nearly any match. Skill and strengths of course certainly helped, but it was certainly the determination of the participants that often decided who was the winner and who was the loser. Silver had the size, the strength, and a lot more damage on Becky. And what did the Super American have? Raw determination. And so far, Silver was beginning to feel like nothing short of an atomic bomb was going to smash it out of her.

A few steps between them, Silver again found this powerful determination fuelling the Super American into closing the distance with her before she could even blink. Her hands would come up ready to shove at the woman's shoulders, but it didn't matter; Becky was already bent and well into trying her manoeuvre. Finding her heavy chest pressing into the girls shoulder, she somewhat reddened as at first it seemed Becky was opting to smother herself in her chest, before she actually caught onto what she was doing.

Gripped by the thigh and shoulder both, Silver's eyes would go wide as her foe did something Silver didn't at all consider possible from a woman her size.

She hoisted her up. A fact made worse by the fact Silver's legs were in the air with her head pointing downwards.

"OH..OH MY GOD..BECKY..!" She'd scream, hand shooting to Becky's thigh herself simply to support her figure on the Super American!

Becky's entire body was quivering with effort. Every muscle in her buxom figure was aching, more than ready to lie down and go into full recovery. Something that Becky just couldn't let herself do. Not yet.

Trembling, the Super-American lifted and hoisted against Silver's body. The buxom blonde American's body was grinding against Silver in mid-air, Becky grunting and moaning as she strained to get Silver into the air. All logic, all sensible predictions would have held that Becky lifting Silver into the air was an impossibility. A course of action decided upon by a vapid, air-headed blonde that was already massively punch-drunk and not prone to good decisions at her very best moments. But, after what seemed like an eternity of struggle and hardship, Becky kept lifting and pushing ... and, eventually, it seemed as though Silver's curvaceous figure was finally starting to leave the mat!

The voices of the fans rose in a low roar, a wave of shock washing over the arena as the young Super-American pushed her lifting strength to her absolute limit! This was impossible, completely unpredictable. But, after the way Silver had brutalized her (in her own demure way), Becky still seemed to have the strength to heft her opponent into the air!

Silver's protests filled Becky's ears. She staggered forward, the entirety of the hefty woman up on her shoulders. Becky's knees were trembling so hard, they nearly hit one another.

"Rrrrgh," Becky grunted, "b-better ... believe ..." she groaned, her voice escaping her throat in the narrowed, most strained way. "Guh-gonna ... gonna slam you ... in front of ... all these ... BeckamaaannnniaaaAAAAHHHH!!"

As Becky strained to stagger forward, her thick thighs buckled more and more. She had stepped out, looking ot complete the body slam, but Silver's body proved too much for her slender shoulders to bear! In an instant, gravity won Becky's fight against nature, and she came falling to the mat! Silver would come crashing down on top of her, as Becky's legs kicked out uselessly! The two women's bodies crashed hard into the mat, the impact echoing through the arena!

Becky lay there, flat on her back. "Nnnnngh," she groaned, body squished under Silver's ample frame. Her legs kicked out uselessly, once or twice. "Nnnooo~" she moaned, voice sounding as weak as her body felt, pinned helplessly to the mat beneath Silver!

Silver might of been huge compared to the average AFW woman, but she was no stranger to been lifted. That been said, the moment she laid eyes on a girl that was mostly soft curves and massive breasts, she certainly didn't imagine she'd be finding herself placing her hand on the girls thigh to make sure she didn't awkwardly and painfully roll off her shoulders as her legs kicked in the sky. If somehow such a thing happened however, she could see either a painful result solely for her, or perhaps a painful result solely for her foe.

As her foe spoke of a certain mania however, a motion in her legs suggested that Silver was right in considering a option solely painful for the poor Super American.

Landing perpendicular to her foe thanks to the positioning of her body in the lift, Silver was now beginning to weirdly feel both more and less guilty. More guilty, for the fact that her foe's pure desire and heart to win made her attempt a arguably insane manoeuvre, and as a reward, now had 200+ pounds lying on top of her. And less guilty, because of the great level of pain Silver would have been feeling had she managed to pull off the move, or even collapsed in a manner that resulted in dropping the sumo on her head.

Slowly she'd begin to peel herself off the Super American, soft skin grinding over soft skin, Silver still ached nonetheless from landing awkwardly on her soft foe. Her issues with guilt both stopping her from pinning the girl and outright giving her space to breath, Silver instead turned herself so that she was flat on her back next to her busty beauty. As she did though, she'd begin to pull on her momentarily squished foe, so that Becky would slowly find herself somewhat lewdly pulled front to front with Silver, lying on top of her.

Sliding her arms up and around the soft back and sides of her foe, Silver would begin to firmly press Becky down into her, locking in something of a grounded bearhug. Again her guilt prevented her from going full strength straight from the bat, whilst at the same time she wouldn't be letting her foes poor body expand easily for air!

"Just...please...tap...I don't wanna hurt you by accident Becky...!" She'd mutter, in a sorrowful tone!

The whiplash in Becky's mood was jarring. She went from an almost dizzying high- hoisting the giant up into the air, about to dazzle the crowd with daring feats of her all-American strength- straight to being squashed like a bug beneath her foe! As gravity pulled Silver back down to Earth, her body engulfed poor Becky, leaving the busty blonde completely covered.

If anything, Silver's fall gave Becky the favor of preserving some of her dignity. Silver's falling body managed to cut off the pathetic squeal that came out of Becky's mouth as her legs started to buckle, unnoticed against the might fall of Silver's body. The look of horror and dismay on Becky's face was hidden by Silver's frame, and the falling girl's clothes managed to soak up the first wave of tears flowing out of Becky's eyes. All that the fans could see of the felled Super-American were her legs, kicking and bucking pathetically as the barest sign of life. The only thing that saved Becky was a sharp gasp, before Silver came down. That last bit of air in her lungs would have to last her, as Silver's ample frame engulfed and smothered her. Becky held her breath, closed her eyes, and squirmed ineffectually beneath her powerful foe.

Unfortunately, it didn't seem like Silver was going to simply lie down, and give the Super-American any room to rest! Groggy, Becky didn't realize what was happening until Silver was done shifting, and had wrapped her arms firmly around the blue-eyed blonde's slender body. The bearhug was locked in, and there was nowhere for Becky to run!

"Nnnnngghhhuuuuhhh!" Becky moaned, gritting her teeth. "Nnnuh, no ... noooo ... nev'rrrr ..." Becky's body was trembling, beneath Silver. The wetness of Becky's face began to soak into Silver, as the tears flowed freely. The Super-American could only imagine how this would end, her uttering her humiliating submission to the larger, dominating Silver! Once again, she was poised to fail herself, fail her fans, and fail America itself! No! She had to hold on! At least, that's what Becky told herself, as Silver squeezed and ground down her soft body, and everything began to fade to black.

Not that Silver would of admitted it, but even if Becky herself had actually managed to hoist the giant up in front of several thousand screaming Beckamaniacs and delivered the slam with such force the ring itself shook, given the stage of the match and current condition of Silver, it was unlikely the sumo herself would of been pinned from such a move alone. Becky would of surely had the advantage from then on in, but her amazing dazzling moment would of been unlikely to have been all that she presumed it would have been.

As Silver allowed the hold to lock itself in and her body do what seemed natural in the scenario, she discovered she would have the unpleasant sight of crying Super American now pressed against her. She'd force herself to turn her head slightly, knowing full well that if she continued to witness the sight, she would of been likely to release the hold there and then. Or more likely worse!

The heavyweight couldn't stop herself from loosening her arms but if slightly though, out of pure pity, reducing her half-bearhug to something of a tight embrace. The hold itself still wouldn't allow Becky to fully expand for air, but her soft stomach would sure have been allowed more space than it did but a moment ago.

"Please just...tap..." Silver moaned, closing her eyes as she herself felt the early signs of a sniffle-filled weep. That been said, with Silver's figure still mostly covering the girl with her soft folds and own ridiculous chest, she still wasn't giving Becky the immediate keys for a comeback. But the foundations were certainly there, if the girl could escape the arms of a girl usually infatuated with hugging women to pieces!

As she struggled and squirmed to keep her head from sinking completely beneath Silver's ample frame, Becky realized that the match was not at all what she expected it to be. She'd imagined herself a conquering heroine, the epitome of American wrestling. Instead, she was engulfed in Silver's massive, soft body, and there was nowhere she could go, from here.

That realization came with a jolt of panic, as Becky saw the end drawing near. She just had one chance, one final opportunity to work her way free and escape the soft folds of the overpowering young woman!

Becky grunted and moaned, writhing her buxom frame beneath Silver's and trying to worm her way free. However, Silver's arms were wrapped tight around her. The sweat on Becky's fair skin didn't help anything, as Becky could feel her skin rubbing hard against the mat. Silver's soft, imposing chest rolled over Becky's face, cutting off her air.

"Nnnh," Becky moaned, "nuh-no ... noo ..." This couldn't be happening, she told herself. She'd started so strong, how could she be here, now? Like this? Having nearly lifted and slammed Silver to the ground, how was it Becky was just lying here, getting smothered out?

"N-not ... faiiir~" Becky moaned, as the last of the air in her lungs was finally squeezed out. Big blue eyes tearing up and rolling back in her head, the Super American deflated beneath her opponent's curvaceous frame. The lights began to fade. And with them, Becky's dreams of glory. With the very last of her strength, Becky lifted her hand, and began tapping her fingers against the mat. First weakly, then, as Becky felt her chest painfully compressed into her rib cage, more furiously. Then, in a panic, Becky's hand practically begging for mercy as her voice was too weak to!

Silver may have been somewhat hesitant with applying pressure in her grounded embrace, but said embrace was simply enough for even the most energetic of wrestlers. With Silver motionless, the girl had become essentially a dead-weight, soft buxom body pressing into her foes similar albeit much thinner frame no matter how hard Silver could of tried to prevent it.

From then on in, it was simply a matter of biding her time-Silver's current tightness of cuddly squeeze along with her inadvertent body press would press more and more out of Becky, no matter how much 'Super American' Spirit she had. And surely enough, it did, and not a moment too soon for a soft sumo who was on the edge of tears.

"I'm so sorry Becky...I'm so...sorr..." Her own words would be sniffled out by a somewhat childish whimper, as the sumo was quick to release the squeezing aspect of her embrace and simply cuddle the girl against her, careful now to lift her weight from her foe so that she was no longer having the breath flattened out of her. From a certain angle in the crowd, it appeared as if Silver was embracing a dead friend, in a cheesy scene ripped straight from an action movie!

Becky's body was completely engulfed in the pillowy softness of her opponent. Silver had settled on top of her, and there was absolutely nothing that the super-American could do about it. She had tapped out desperately, pathetically, her fingers hitting the mat weakly before they finally gave up the ghost completely. Becky went quiet and motionless beneath Silver, and just as suddenly, the match was over!

When the bell rang and the annoncers declared Silver the victor, Becky was utterly oblivious. The poor young woman had been sent to completely to sleep, reduced to napping beneath her buxom foe in front of thousands of screaming AFW fans.

When Silver finally released her, Becky simply hung limply in her dominant opponent's arms. Even as Silver sniffled and cuddled her, Becky could only let her head hang back loosely. Eyes rolled back, brimmed with tears, Becky had a slight trail of drool running pathetically from the corner of her mouth. Becky's long blonde locks, like her arms, swayed listlessly and brushed the mat. When she finally had enough space to breathe again, Becky took a deep breath, and gasped! It seemed like she was springing to life again, to a certain extent. Still too weak to manage more than a low, pathetic moan, it was at least enough to show that she was still alive, as Silver cradled and cuddled her squashed body. Becky's chest heaved as she gasped for air, straining against her flag-themed bikini, her mind fortunately too stunned and bewildered to yet comprehend her latest, possibly most humiliating defeat!