All-American Debut! Becky Brooke vs. Miss USA!

Becky Brooke vs. Miss USA:
Standard Singles match, to be won by pinfall or submission.

Backstage, Becky Brooke was waiting patiently for the signal to make her first entrance to an AFW ring.  Slightly nervous, rolling back on her heels a bit, the curvy blonde kept telling herself she had nothing to worry about.  It wasn't like she was totally inexperienced, right?  What could the difference between a Japanese wrestling crowd and one of the bars back home really be, any way?  Really, she was just glad that the AFW had given her a debut match so quickly.  Becky had just arrived in Japan, and was still trying to acclimate to everyday life when she got the call.  Engrossed in her phone, trying to figure out where the closest Rally's was to her Tokyo apartment, she'd nearly jumped out of her skin when the phone finally rang.  She'd accepted the match without question, without reservation, and without asking who exactly she was going to be up against.  But what could it matter, she reassured herself.  What could they throw at her that wouldn't be handled by a simple, all-american superkick?

Getting the sign, Becky sprinted out the entrance ramp as her music hit.  Jumping up and down entusiastically in her white boots, and flag-patterned two-piece, Becky was grinning so widely that her smile was forcing her eyes shut.  The voices of the crowd were a mixture of enthusiastic cheers for the bouncing, buxom blonde, and some mild confusion at her choice in theme music.  Probably never heard music that wasn't all gongs and those weird long guitars and stuff, Becky figured.

Then, Becky opened her eyes.  The crowd was, of course, substantially bigger than any bar or county fair she'd ever wrestled for.  In fact, if the entire Clear Lake County Fair audience had shown up, she probably would have missed them in this sea of faces.  Shaking her head, Becky put her smile back on, and strutted down to the ring.  Trying to muster up her confidence again, Becky smiled and winked at members of the audience, trying to build a connection with the fans with one flirty cock of her head after another.  After all, she figured, this was probably some of their first times seeing an all-american professional wrestler like her, right?  It was, like, her diplomatic duty to make sure they got the best show possible, wasn't it?

Becky mounted the rope sidesaddle, balancing there and giving a proud, back-arching salute to the crowd before dismounting into the ring.  Pacing around, letting the referee make the pre-match check, Becky turned her focus up to the ramp, waiting to see what kind of competition this Japanese promotion was throwing her way, tonight.

Marilyn Uehara, better known as Miss USA, bounced up and down lightly on her feet. After losing her first two matches, and then being decimated by Hibiki Izayoi in her surprise attack on both her and Mikoto Kusanagi, Marilyn had been sent to a training camp outside of Tokyo to recover and train. This would be her first appearance since the Purple Dragon had left her lying in the ring, and Miss USA was full of nervous energy.

When her music hit, Marilyn exploded out from the backstage area in a run. To her surprise, the crowd greeted her theme with a loud roar, remembering her heroic final stand against Hibiki. Dashing i to the ring, Miss USA went to one of the corners and grasped a hold of the top rope and quickly climbed up to the top rope. Raising her hand high, two fingers raised in the V for victory she yelled out "Freedom!" It was her favorite thing about her country, and the heart of her 'live free' message she wanted to share with the world.

Hopping down Marilyn looked over her opponent and raised an eyebrow as she came to the center of the ring to meet Becky.

"Hi there, I'm Miss USA. Love the outfit, by the way." Miss USA said to the blonde.

The tall, half Japanese, half Caucasian woman extended her hand for a handshake....

Becky's jaw dropped, as Miss USA entered the arena. The Iowan blonde had been expecting her first opponent to be someone a bit more "Japanesey" (in her words), not a statuesque woman dressed in the flag. Becky didn't really get why you'd wear a mask, like that, but it was the flag too and thus not to be questioned.

She watched, enraptured, as Miss USA made her entrance. "Oooh," she gasped, in wide-eyed wonder, giving a little clap as Miss USA shouted freedom. From Becky's perspective, the woman's statuesque body was silhouetted by the arena lights, posed majestically, and calling out number 4 on Becky's Top 10 Favorite Words List. The young blonde made a mental note to check online later and see if Miss USA had a tee shirt for sale. Or a poster. An action figure. Something she could throw money at.

"Y-yeah," Becky stammered, a bit awestruck, "you too ..." Becky shook her head, then. There would be plenty of time for fangirling later. Right now, the two of them were supposed to be competing in a wrestling match. Swallowing hard, Becky adopted a low stance, bit her lip nervously, and waited for the opening bell to ring.

Miss USA blinked at Becky's reaction, mistaking the girl's stammer as a sign of nervousness instead of awe. After all, who could possibly be in awe of someone who only had a few matches under her belt, right? Especially when she had either lost or had been knocked out by an outsider. It dawned on Marilyn then that this might be the other girl's first taste of being in the ring in the AFW's arena.

"Hey there, let's just have a good match ok? At ease, lady." she said, adding what she hoped would be a comforting smile as she eased into her ready stance.

Once the bell rang, she screamed out "Let's go!" before lunging forward, going for a simple arm drag to send Becky to the mat early, showing off her liking of quick, decisive action!

Becky bit her lip and swallowed hard, as her eyes went up and down Miss USA's figure. Not at all what she was expecting, and rather intimidating. Still, the young blonde didn't come all the way from Iowa to Japan just to start losing! Becky set her jaw, and lowered her stance. She had something to prove, something to show this crowd. And with the AFW fans and American Jesus as her witnesses, she vowed to herself that she was not going to lose, tonight!

The bell rang, and in an instant Miss USA had Becky flipping end-over-end with the arm drag. "AAOW!" she whined, as her thick bottom hit the ring mat. Scooting away on her knees, Becky's hands went to rubbing her bum, as she went toward the ropes. Surprised at the quick, no-nonsense style of Miss USA, Becky retreated in hopes that she would be able to 'get ready' for the match to continue. Despite that fact that clearly, her opponent was more than prepared.

Marilyn watched as Becky scrambled to the ropes. A good sport she went back to the center of the ring, giving her fellow American the time she needed to prepare herself.

Miss USA knew that her speed often caught people by surprise, considering her size. She wasn't the fastest girl on the roster, to be sure, but she was definitely quick. But she was also strong, and when Becky eventually came out of the ropes, Marilyn would stride forward confidently, putting out her hands confidently to lock up with the blonde....

Pulling herself up onto the ropes, Becky was blushing a bright red. She could hear a few assorted chuckles in the crowd. Admittedly, making her big debut in Japan by getting planted right on her butt was not exactly the blonde girl's plan. Getting back on her feet, Becky gave her best "serious competitor" face and squared her shoulders.

She saw Miss USA approaching her, this time without that impressive speed. Chewing her lip, Becky met the lock up, grasping Miss USA as tightly as she could. Not having the size of her opponent, though, Becky found herself struggling to keep up. She pressed her body flush against Miss USA's, her soft figure mashed hard against the toned masked woman's. Then, shifting her weight sideways, Becky tried to take Miss USA down to the mat- less a technical move than simply trying to shove her down, however, the gambit relied almost entirely on the element of surprise.

Pushing against her buxom opponent, Marilyn smiled as she began to push the blonde back. It seemed she held a strength advantage over the Iowa native, and that served to boost her confidence.

At least until Becky made her move.

The blonde suddenly moved her weight to the side, and Miss USA found herself pushing against nothing at all. Pitching forward, off balance, she was easy prey to Becky's shove and was sent to the canvas. Now it was her turn blush as she realized she fell victim to something that might be seen on a playground between children!

Becky's boots had begun to buckle and slide back on her, as Miss USA pushed the advantage. Gritting her teeth in frustration, it simply made it that much more gratifying when the busty blonde managed to take the masked woman down to the mat. The two of them tumbled down together in a tangle of bodies, hitting the mat fairly hard as Becky drove downward in what she was convinced was a totally clever, totally serious wrestling maneuver. A triumph of American wrestling ingenuity!

Keeping herself on top of Miss USA, the busty, blue-eyed blonde knew she had to press her advantage. Becky tried to wrap her arm around the masked woman's neck, and press down on her with her chest. Planting her soft chest down heavy and hard on Miss USA, Becky attempted to keep control, and wear the more powerful woman down. "RRR!" she growled, putting on her best 'vicious' voice as she ground her heavy chest into Miss USA, entire body flexing and tensing as she laid on the pressure.

Gritting her teeth as Becky wound up tangled with her, Miss USA was caught in a headlock by the blonde! Although the hold was basic, one of the first most wrestlers ever learned, it was also effective at grinding away at her head and neck. A side effect was Marliyn was graced with the feeling of the blonde's soft, pillowy chest pushing against her body. A feeling she could grow to enjoy if it wasn't for the fact she was held trapped against the mat!

After spending a few moments in the hold, Marilyn tried to get her legs under her, trying to power her way back into a standing position. If she could get back to her feet, Miss USA would try to drive her elbow back into Becky's stomach repeatedly, trying to shake the persistent Iowan loose!