Madison Oppenheim Vs. Amelie Roux - Fortunes End

Tonight was a rare treat of sorts for a certain giant beauty. Clad already in her signature white one piece that left nothing to the imagination, knee high boots and matching gloves rolled all the way up their relative limbs, Amelie Roux had already begun pace her dressing room with a eager grin attached to her face. Mint green hair flowing freely behind her, the beauty had an interesting match stipulation upcoming. Hentai based of course, the match would only end one way.

Outright verbal submission.

As the simple rules sounded, simply slapping the skin of your foe or mat in quick fashion would not signal the end of the match with a usual tap out. Either girl would be forced to humiliatingly cry that they simply cannot take anymore. Of course as ever, the referee could have a deciding impact on the match finish, i.e one girl being rendered unable to physically continue, as ever. But Amelie simply grinned more so at the thought, or more the idea of groping and smothering her foe until the referee had the odd task of deeming it 'too much.'

Soon finding herself on rafters side of the entrance curtain, hands to her hips, Amelie's eyes would find themselves latched to the ceiling. The beauty had been meaning to find more opponents, and there quite frankly had been next to none with such a stipulation as interesting as this. Well, outside of a mud pit. Nodding, she'd step between the crimson curtains, grimace already attached with eyes slightly tensed shut.

Spoiler:

Accompanied as ever by Warrant down the ramp, Amelie noticeably had an extra dose of swag to her hips this evening. Pushing her curves out with each and every step, hand already in motion as she waved towards the crowd, the French beauty simply could not wait to lay eyes upon the woman she'd soon be trying to smother all sense from. Had she had any option, she would have been entering second so that she could oogle her opponent as she descended to the ring.

"Oh well..." She'd mutter to herself. More time to oogle from the ring corner.

Sliding her way underneath the bottom rope, the beauty would stand with arms wide, baying to the crowd one last time before finding herself in her given corner. Back resting upon it, she'd bring arms underneath her chest, crossing and further highlighting her sizeable bosom, eager as hell to meet her foe.

Miss Fortune was in the back readying herself for yet another match here in AFW. She was almost prepared, long flowing soft red hair, a red bikini that really struggled against her large breasts and her full bottom and for tonight wearing a pair of fitted white boots. She took a deep breath and turned to her phone to read a text message. It read, "Good Luck tonight sweets, give her a twin surprise!" It was from her Mafia family in New York and made Miss Fortune feel good. A boost before any match was always good and tonight she may just need it.

Miss Fortune:

She got her cue and entered through the curtain to see the ring. Miss Fortune largely ignored the crowd, who had seemed to have learned their lesson by not making a grab for the wrestler or making lewd comments. Miss Fortune has previously knocked out fans for such an offence! She staunchly walked, looking determined and focused. This would be difficult, as usually the flame haired beauty enjoyed the count for a pin, ironically on either side of it. But this was verbal submission and she knew that anytime she could be struggling under a facesit or smother as so many did in AFW.

As she reached the ring she looked at her rival. "Jeeze... you are... " she didnt finish her words, but Amelie was huge compared to Miss Fortune. "Did we reinforce this ring? Jeeeze louise! If you take a fall the arena will collapse" All of this verbal trashtalk was hiding the fact that Miss Fortune had checked out her rivals curves and in all truth was worried. If this girl got her pinned down, she could do some serious smothering and let alone the thought of the girl sitting on her face. She would never get her off!

Miss Fortune tried to shake the image out of her head and moved to her corner ready for the bell to signify the start of the match. She had to give just one more comment however, "I hope you are ready to be smothered out big girl, because I am going to give you the twins here!"

Amelie certainly wasn't regretting entering first as she was given free time to oogle the beauty who soon appeared to join her, already licking her lips at the sight.

And what a sight it was.

Madison may have lacked in width and height compared to the oversized French beauty, but she made up for it in curves, and then some. Arguably, had Miss Fortune of been the same height as Amelie, her curves and chest in comparison would of greatly overshadowed the green-ette. With that being said, Amelie would not be above bringing herself down to even standing with the beauty. Or simply lifting Madison to match her.

"Ohhh?" Tilting her head at the size based insults of the girl, Amelie's smile would only grow, eyes closing a little as plans of revenge already began to weave for such vulgar insults seconds into the ring.

The bell ringing, Amelie merely held her ground with confidence, suddenly silent as she sought to watch and see how her smaller foe moved.

Miss Fortune looked her rival up and down still unsure about this given just how big Amelie was. The taunts seemed to have little impact on the French beauty and it infuriated Miss Fortune. "Ohhh? OHHH?? Is that all you can say. Are you some brainless bimbo like the rest of the tramps here in AFW??" Even a few of the crowd members raised their eyebrows at the redheads anger. Amelie had gotten under her skin by not even saying a word in retaliation and this would put Miss Fortune as a distinct disadvantage. This was the problem for Miss Fortune. She may have a new name, a new look but when flustered, she quickly became the horrid bratty bitch she was when she was in AFW previously as part of the Sorority Sisters

Hearing the bell, Miss Fortune kicked off the canvas and charged straight at the French girl looking to try and shoulder charge the girl into the corner where she could follow up after. The problem was it was an unplanned move, Amelie could move, in which case Miss Fortune would be meeting the cornerpads head on, she could block it, or worst she could counter and probably had the size and strength to do this. Miss Fortunes 122ibs was hardly going to make a big impact on the 190ibs of Amelie! If Miss Fortune was going to avoid becoming the French girls smother toy, she would have to think clearer, but right now, she was full of red mist!

Amelie couldn't help but roll her eyes, even amidst her constant smiling. Amazingly despite her lengthy tenure in AFW, she had rarely come across one with such a mouth. Such a thing she always considered to be a matter of 'when' not 'if' regardless. And 'when' was certainly starting to look to be today.

"Oh shuuuush my sweet..." Purring, Amelie would bring a finger to her lips as she winked at the smaller but no less busty beauty, simulating said 'shush' as she spoke. "Soon I will give you no reason to complain..."

To her outright surprise, studying the smaller girl bared interesting fruit. Not only did Madison seem quick to the draw with her words, but she didn't waste a second in diving straight at the beauty. Shoulder low, it was already apparent to Amelie what the girl was planning; the taller girl's curvaceous figure bending and preparing accordingly. Not that she exactly had to.

The size different was, well.

A little extreme.

Letting out a little cute grunt as the smaller girl collided with her soft tummy, Amelie's hands would come to Madison's shoulders in an effort to contain and restrain the girl. Without much more than a giggle, she would indeed back into the corner that her foe seemed to want her in.

Only, at the last second, she'd aim to suddenly rotate with her foe gripped, dropping Madison's own back against it with a small grunt!

Miss Fortune was all anger and spite and she Amelie's response only added to that. With renewed force she drove her legs harder, pumping on her meaty thighs to collide with the French wrestler. It was like hitting a brick wall! Miss Fortune gasped as she was almost stopped in her tracks. Yes the move connected, and it probably hurt to some degree, but Amelie was just too big both in height and weight. It almost looked like one of those cartoons where the character tries in vein to push a large boulder but gets nowhere.

Soon the French girl was bored of the girls efforts and swung around dumping Miss Fortune unceremoniously into the corner. "GAH!" the foxy flame red head let out of her lips and sunk to her bottom in the corner actually a little exhausted from her efforts. She looked up at Amelie and sneered. "You are askin for a ass kicking, lady!" now the New York attitude flowing from Miss Fortune as she switched back to her persona away from the bratty posh girl she once was.

Miss Fortune reached up for the ropes and tried to get up. This was a dangerous position because if Amelie stopped her, there was an even greater height difference, and the potential to use those assets to her advantage

Amelie was careful with her rotation of the girl as not to hurt or stun her too greatly, but found her foe stumbling nonetheless into the bottom of the corner. Hardly a surprise given Miss Fortune had come barrelling out of her gun with every ounce of speed she could muster, only to come face to face with one of the softest of brick walls in AFW. Amelie would take a small step back to let her smaller foe rise without difficulty, not wanting to at all hinder the girls ascension, but by no means giving Miss Fortune space to sidestep her to freedom. Grasping the middle ropes, she made good effort to do so.

Rather than attack the girl on her rise, Amelie would simply wait for the girl to be fully standing. Once she was, she'd suddenly release the ropes either side of her; arms coming inwards towards Madison like the jaws of life, looking to wrap tightly around the girls head.

Given the height difference, it became quickly clear that even if Amelie just locked her arms softly and pulled her foe with little force, Miss Fortune would soon be getting a face-full of massive cleavage!

"Calm down...my sweet..."

Miss Fortune felt a bit silly and was very perplexed by her admittedly sexy but cool rival. Why wasnt this girl wrestling, why wasnt she trying? The redhead went through a lot of questions and answers in her mind and stopped on the fact that perhaps she was being lulled into a false sense of security? Had this been a reverse situation, then Miss Fortune would have been all over her rival and it worried her that Amelie wasnt doing this

Miss Fortune scrambled up and again started her mouth running. "What the hell? Why arent you wrestling me??" Again wondering why the pair had come to a stand off. The response from the French beauty just annoyed her even more. "Calm down.... CALM DOWN???" It was funny to watch, Amelie with her soft and sexy voice was completely getting in the head of Miss Fortune who for some reason tonight was really fiery and had a short fuse. The flame haired vixen was about to attack when Amelie moved in and grabbed the back of her head. Miss Fortunes eyes went wide with shock as she saw the ever advancing breasts of the French wrestler.

"GGUUMMMFFF!" was the only response she could muster as her world went dark. The smother was deep and incredible, although Miss Fortune would never admit this - not that right now you'd hear her anyhow. With her face smooshed between the French girls soft orbs she started to panic. This was essentially a KO match and anything longer than a minute or two in this position would prove to be the end. Miss Fortune struggled and reached blindly for her smothering rival

She got a hold of something, a thin strip of material and yanked hard upwards. It was Amelie's bottom half of her outfit which the upward motion would send the material right up between the French girls generous buttcheeks and her crotch. Miss Fortune didnt know it at the time but it was probably the best move she could do against the amazon who might well wipe the floor with her if she wasnt careful, or at the very least, wipe her breasts and butt all over Miss Fortune's face

Amelie couldn't read minds, but if she did, she'd be thoroughly disagreeing with Miss Fortune's analysis of the bigger beauty. Yes the French Giant wasn't exactly being aggressive right now, but she was simply building up to it. She was by no means in a rush, after all. And good things came to those who wait.

With that modus operandi in mind, she'd slowly bring the smaller girl's cheeks into her bust. Her arms moved slow, but they were firm as could be; Amelie herself determined to make Madison put up a hell of a fight if she wanted freedom. Once the smaller beauties head was fully rested against her, Amelie would hook her arms a little wider, latching onto her own soft skin to keep the embrace tight.

"Shhh...Shhhh..." Whispering with eyes a little clenched, Amelie resisted giggling that she had caught the beauty so firmly so quickly. She'd nearly blurt out with that teasing laughter, before her foe gave her reason not to laugh at all. Rather, scream.

Eyes suddenly shooting wide, head coming up, Amelie's tender embrace on the girls head would go completely numb as she back paced. Her cheeks red, her hands instantly came down to her outfit to adjust the awkward pain of what was essentially a wedgie.

"Gha...How...could you?" She'd blurt out, for the first time in AFW, visibly rattled!

The smother was taking its toll on Miss Fortune both in terms of her air and her panic levels. Sure, she had been on the receiving end a few times in AFW but Amelie's breasts were huge, soft and oddly comforting. Luckily the wedgie worked and as the French girl backed off with a sour rueful look on her face, Miss Fortune clutched at the ropes, gasping the coughing.

She recovered enough to see Amelie was not happy and with a wipe of her face she called out, "Keep those breasts outta my face bitch!" Miss Fortunes mood was certainly a sharp contrast to Amelie who was coming out of the argument dignified, reserved and far more lady like than the cocky arrogant New Yorker. Miss Fortune decided enough was enough and moved out of the corner. She raised her hands and urged Amelie to grapple with her.

"I am going to show you a real smother Frenchie! Besides, shouldn't you lot be surrendering as always?"

It was quite ambitious given the sheer size difference, added to which Miss Fortune was not exactly making friends with Amelie given her dirty tactics and historical slurs