All-American Bad Luck: Miss Fortune vs. Becky Brooke!

Singles Match:  Becky Brooke vs. Madison Oppenheim; scheduled for one fall, to be one by pin or submission



As silence settled over the AFW arena, Becky Brooke's heart was pounding.  The buxom blue-eyed blonde was bouncing up and down in her boots, anticipating her name being called down to the arena.  Tonight, the self-proclaimed super-American was going to be pitting her young body against "Miss Fortune"- an opponent so devious and underhanded, Becky was totally sure that name was entirely un-ironic!

Then, suddenly enough to startle her, Becky's entrance theme started!  All screeching guitars and deep vocals, it was the perfect song to get the perky young American's blood boiling!  Rushing out onto the ramp, Becky pumped her fist into the air, to a chorus of cheering fans shouting "yeah!"

Becky was grinning from ear to ear, as her curvaceous figure bounced and jiggled down the entrance ramp!  While her previous wrestling efforts in AFW had consistently led to defeat and humiliation, there still seemed to be a contingent of fans willing to cheer a buxom young blonde down to the ring, as long as she was ready to test herself against the hardship of another opponent.

Reachign the ring, Becky jumped up.  Using the bottom rope ot pull herself onto the ring apron, Becky posed for the fans.  With the waves of fan support washing over her body, Becky was completely unable to contain her giggles!  Clearly, the perky young blonde was beside herself, all too ready to start the match.  Becky threw up a peace sign, before ducking under the ropes to enter the ring.  There, Becky curled her fingers into a heart sign, right over her buxom chest.  Grinning ear to ear, Becky watched the entrance ramp, ready to welcome her opponent to the ring.

Miss Fortune had been steadily working her way through AFW and the jobbers she had lined up to make herself look impressive. It was easy when she took on kawaii's or girls much smaller and weaker than herself. She was a flat out bully, no doubt about it. Tonight however she was taking on some girl called Becky who she had only seen a promotional picture of. Initially she was taken with just how buxom the girl was. Becky had probably much bigger breasts than Miss Fortune did, which pissed her off no end! They would certainly be a target for the New Yorker who would make a point of showing that Breast is Best, and Miss Fortunes pair were the ones in AFW every girl should admire, respect and fear! Jobbers could testify to the terrifying experience of being smothered by Miss Fortune, one quote, which she gladly used on promo material was, "It was like being trapped in a sweaty, fleshy prison, I passed out before the count but everywhere I turned was moist darkness. So humiliating!"

Miss Fortune prided herself on the many ways she could inflict humiliation on a girl, but Becky was more than blessed in this department, and that sent doubts in the mind of the flame haired wrestler.

As she lurked backstage awaiting the usual sound of her entrance theme she caught a glimpse of Becky making her way to the ring. "Awww jeeze, she is a airhead!" Not that Miss Fortune was exactly a genius but it set her in the mindset that she had nothing to fear from this girl and stormed out on her cue.

Miss Fortune looked stern and as usual paid little or no attention to the crowd, save for giving them a whole tirade of abuse. One fan in particular made a serious mistake. He let his temptations get the better of him and reached to grab Miss Fortunes prized breast. She stopped with an indignant look on her face and threw a punch that clean knocked the fan out.

Miss Fortune was not to be messed with!

Having dispatched the groper she turned her attentions to Becky and the ring. Climbing the steps she got through the ropes and took her time stripping down, revealing her iconic body. It was lessened because Becky was also very sexy and curvaceous, but her wiggles and jiggles were enough to make the crowd want her badly. With a look of disgust she quietened the crowd and shouted out to Becky.

"Hey Boobalicious! I hope you came prepared for a tough fight because I am going to smack  you around until you cant go on, give you a Sicilian Surprise until you scream for mercy...." The crowd cheered at the mention of Miss Fortunes lethal submission move which spurned her on. "Then I am going to show you a REAL pair of breasts, right in your ugly face, Kapeesh?!" Yeah, Miss Fortune was not winning awards for friendship in AFW. She got ready and waited for Becky's reply and the bell.

Shaking out her long blonde locks, Becky perched her bottom on the middle rope. Smiling as she stared up the entrance ramp, Becky waited for her opponent. The "Super-American" hadn't done her homework on her opponent for tonight, which was nothing new- Becky worked best, she felt, when going off her gut instinct! Besides, what could this woman throw at her, that hadn't been thrown at her by her previous opponents?

Watching Madison come down the ramp, Becky was impressed- the redhead looked confident, poised, and was dressed super classy! Even moreso, however, Becky was impressed with how Miss Fortune handled a particularly handsy fan- no squeals, no shock, she simply knocked him to the floor with one punch!

"Damn," Becky said biting her lip. It was a hell of a way ot make an entrance. Feeling a bit less casual, suddenly, Becky pulled herself off the ropes and stood tall. Arching her back and losing ther perky smile, Becky was putting on her best "tough girl" face.

That look didn't hold for long, however, her jaw dropping as Miss Fortune addressed her directly. "H-hey!" Becky protested, face reddening. "W-well, the Super-American doesn't back down from a fight, you bitch! And there's no way I'm going to scream for mercy from a Sistine Surprise or whatever you said, or anything else you're going to throw at me!" Becky was fuming, now, hands balled into fists at her sides while she stood stock-straight. If this woman was trying to get in Becky's head, she succeeded admirably. "Oh ... And these are, like, totally real! So don't even start with me!" Becky was so thoroughly worked up, eyes darting from glaring at her opponent to looking self-consciously at her own chest, that it completely blew by her when the opening bell rang!

Miss Fortune smirked at her rivals flustered reply. "OMG you are an airhead, I was right!" she mocked and readied herself for the bell which rung to signal the start of the match. Miss Fortune, who was always ready to give 100% in her put downs, as much as her wrestling was not about to let up on Becky who must have wondered who she pissed off to be matched with such a nasty rival. Miss Fortune wanted to test the girls limits in all ways and so held her hands out for a test of strength

However one thing bothered her, in her previous AFW career, Miss Fortune had been subjected to breast smothers and she didnt like it one bit. Firstly there was the obvious lack of air but also, and especially in the case of people like Becky, she couldnt stand the idea of being pinned or KOd by someone who was "less" than her. She hoped Becky wouldnt try such a move, even though she was more than well equipped.

"Come on you blonde playboy wannabe, Lets see how strong you are?" The crowd gave an OOHH at the comment from the flame haired wrestler as it was clearly a terrible thing to say to Becky who in all honesty looked as wholesome as apple pie. If the wrestlers managed to link hands there would be a struggle for control, unless Becky took the initiative and sucker punched Miss Fortune

Every word out of the buxom redhead's mouth made Becky more and more frustrated. Now, Becky was convinced: this wasn't just about her coming out to the ring and proving American superiority. No, she was the clean-cut good girl, and Miss Fortune was the foul-mouthed mean girl! It was a feud as old as time, or at least as old as an entire genre of American 80's movies, and Becky had to give everything she had to making sure she came out on top! Tonight, goodness totally had to win!

When Fortune challenged Becky's strength, Becky was ready. "If you really think you want that, then fine! Just try not to cry too hard, when I take you to school!" Becky tried to play tough, but Madison's words were creeping under her skin. One look at the poor blonde's eyes betrayed that, as her brow furrowed and her lips curled into a weak frown. For all her years of competition, Becky wasn't used to taking insults, and especially not to being treated like some wannabe pinup.

Becky's long blonde looks swayed around her head, as she tried to shake off the insult. Taking a deep breath, making her ample breasts swell against her tight bikini top, Becky stepped forward and offered her arms up for the test of strength. It was a risky proposition for most wrestlers, but Becky didn't give it a second thought. The buxom blonde was convinced that she had the edge of strength against Madison, and there was nothing she wanted right now, more than to prove it in front of these fans!

Becky extended her fingers, and wiggled them. The fans let out an "ooh" of anticipation, as Becky threw herself into the idea of competition. The moment Madison would lock up with her, Becky would press forward with wild abandon, slamming her body against the redhead as she would fight to overpower her, and prove herself more than a "blonde playboy wannabe!"

Miss Fortune grinned as Becky foolishly agreed to the test of strength and it gave the flame haired vixen an edge, already she had laid down some taunts, but compared to what she could have said, they paled by comparison. Miss Fortune wasnt just cruel, she was a total and utter bitch. It also let the foxy wrestler know she could tempt and predict what Becky would do at any moment, which she could use to her advantage.

When the pair clashes, Miss Fortune took a moment. Becky was strong her size and getting in close she could feel, and see just how big the girls breasts were. The crowd of course were loving it, two buxom wrestler squashing their orbs against one another were a sight most came to AFW for. However, Miss Fortune was not to impressed, she still had in the back of her mind the pang of doubt. She did not want her face between Becky's breasts!

Relying on her well known heel tactics, Miss Fortune struggled trying to keep Becky close and looked to distract her once again. Not with words, not with a savage knee to the stomach, but she leaned in and tried to kiss Becky right on the lips, deeply and passionately. It was a total risk, but Miss Fortune was all about mind games. If this distraction worked, then she would look to capitalize on the kiss by breaking off and trying to get slide her right arm around the girls neck and yank down, looking to get Becky in a side headlock to get some control in this match, and in the process, smoosh the American girls face against Miss Fortunes right hand side boob

Becky's throat felt tight, her face burning red. She was more worked up by Miss Fortune than any other opponent she'd ever had. Becky always had a burning desire to win, of course- she couldn't comprehend walking into a wrestling ring and wanting anything less than total victory. But this was a bit different- the "Super-American" couldn't remember ever wanting to simply kick an opponent's ass like this, before!

The two of them locked up, and Becky went in hard. Her buxom body was trembling, as she immediately tensed her muscles and tried to lean hard into the redhead! "Rrrgh," Becky grunted, through grinding teeth. Becky's eyes squinted, as she strained the effort of trying to dominate Miss Fortune. The blonde squinted so hard, in fact, that Becky didn't register Fortune's next move, until her lips were planted hard against Becky's surprised mouth.

Becky's eyes shot wide open, then, unable to believe what had just happened! "Mmmmfff!" Becky said, eyes darting from side to side as the tried to process what was happening! Getting taken in like that was more than a little humiliating, but Becky had no idea what to do! Becky's arms slacked, as she fumbled in her confusion, making it all too easy for Miss Fortune to shift her grip and slap on a side headlock that took total control of the shocked blonde!

"H-huh!?" Becky stammered, her face smooshed against Madison's soft bosom! Becky's brow furrowed in frustration and humiliation, as she squirmed uselessly against Miss Fortune's hold! Bent over slightly, Becky tried to push herself back, to pop out of the hold. Miss Fortune's hold was firm, however, and with her face squashed against the side of such impressive boobs, Becky just couldn't get the leverage to pry herself free! All Becky could accomplish was to make her bikini-clad bottom jiggle and bounce a bit, adding to the fans' amusement, as she braced herself for whatever Miss Fortune had planned next!

The kiss worked and Miss Fortune was able to get the headlock on the busty American girl. This was the thing with the flame haired wrestler, yes she was a heel, yes she fought dirty, but sometimes the easiest way to beat a rival was to just overwhelm them. Miss Fortune loved the feeling of Becky's face against her breast and it gave her an idea for the perfect punishment. "You know something bimbo, you have a seriously big FAT ass, must be from all the burgers you eat! Or all the 'boys' you entertain at night"

The crowd gave an OOH as Miss Fortune was not holding back, firstly implying just how "American" Becky was and that she was basically a slut.

Using the distraction,she led the blonde into a few steps and then gaining speed into more of a job before leaping and looking to plant Becky with a bulldog and bounce her face off the canvas

If it worked Miss Fortune would quickly scramble to push Becky over onto her back and straddle her tummy. She wanted Becky to see what a real pair of breasts were like. Miss Fortune would make a grab for Beckys hands if she could get them and pin them down at the sides of the American girls head. Then it was just a matter of waiting, she wanted Becky to be fully aware of what was about to happen, but the crowd already knew. Miss Fortune was going to smother Becky for a pin attempt just to literally 'rub in' that the redhead had the better boobs!

"Hey!" Becky protested, upset at having her honor called into question! "Burgers are God's perfect food! And they totally help me replesh the calories I burn with guys! But a skinny, unfriendly bitch like you wouldn't know anything about that!" Becky wasn't sure if her retort would even be heard, her face half-muffled by Madison's ample bosom, and she certainly wouldn't have thought twice about how her "comeback" would make her look, but it was the best the busty Iowan could muster, at the moment. At least, right before Miss Fortune yanked poor Becky off her feet, and slammed her face-first into the mat!

Becky's eyes widened in shock, as her body was yanked down and driven hard into the floor with Madison's bulldog! Becky's skull bounced off the mat, the poor girl stunned. The buxom blonde was putty in Madison's hands, as Miss Fortune turned her over, and mounted the helpless blonde.

"Wh-what- What are you doing!?" Becky groaned, as she struggled. She could feel Madison's powerful legs tightening around her belly, pinning her down against the mat. Becky tried to put as much strength as she could into pushing her arms up, but the fiery redhead had her hands firmly in her grip, keeping the blonde American from getting any sort of leverage against her. Becky's bare feet pounded against the mat, uselessly. Becky was completely at her opponent's mercy, with nothing she could do about it!

Becky looked up. From the fans' cheering, she could tell something was coming. The slow-witted blonde just couldn't quite tell what that something was ... at least, until she noticed the redhead's ample bosom, looming overhead!

"N-no! No, wait! You can't! Please!" Becky protested, her feet pounding against the mat even harder as she realized what Miss Fortune had in mind! "Noooo~!" Miss Fortune had her outwrestled thus far, but Becky just couldn't cope with the idea that Madison might bestow this level of disrespect on her, this quickly in the match!

Miss Fortune was loving every minute of this. She had Becky straddled and pinned down now, eager to start with the humiliation early. The flame haired New Yorker knew this wasnt going to be a match winning move but she wanted to annoy both the American girl and the crowd. Hearing the pleas and kicks from Becky only added to it.

"You talk too much, lets shut you up!" With that Miss Fortune dropped forward and plugned Becky's face squarely between her large breasts for a smother. The ref girl checked and saw it was a pin and counted ONE!" Miss Fortune simply laughed and wiggled her shoulders to add to the humiliation by slapping Becky's cheeks with her large orbs.

Miss Fortune wouldnt wait for a two count, she wanted to see the girls reaction and so lifted up with a huge grin on her face. She let go of Becky's hands and shoved the girls face to the side in a gesture that was classic Sorority Sister Madison. "Ppfff you are a pathetic jobber girl!" she taunted and got up off Becky which must have been confusing to the American why Miss Fortune didnt go for a win

She wasnt done there, the flame haired wrestler grabbed a microphone and banging it a few times she spoke. "Are you serious? Is THIS my rival? WTF?" Old habits die hard it seems and this was again something she would have done in her gobby, bratty Sorority Sister days.

Fortunately for Becky, Miss Fortune was all about her little commentary now, turning her back on the big blonde and not paying any attention to her giving Becky at the very least opportunity to recover