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

Silver didn't know how she managed it.

The surprising victory over the clearly more spirited, nimbler Becky?

No, not that. She'd ponder over that later.

Silver didn't know how she had managed to restrain her tears!

Cradling the girl she had just beaten sincerely, Silver almost found her cheek nuzzling the girls head as she continued to rock her back and forth. The referee to her side was stunned-her hand briefly coming down in an attempt to bring Silver's up in triumph, only to become somewhat uncertain as to the state of Becky given Silver's reaction.

In certain angles of the audience, crowd members had even begun asking themselves the question if tragedy had struck, given the match was over yet all that prevailed over the ring was an aura of extreme silence, almost awkwardness.

"I'm...so...sorry!" Words finally fought their way through the sniffles of the bigger victor, who seemingly would not let go of the poor girl!

Becky had no idea how long it was before everything faded to black, and when she started to hear the fanfare of Silver being declared the victor. Well after it happened, the poor battered blonde was still blinking her wide blue eyes, trying to process her surroundings.

Water was pooling at the base of Becky's eyes, threatening to spill out into tears at any moment. Becky's ribs hurt, and her lungs were still struggling to pull in oxygen. Her arms and legs felt like dead weight, completely lacking the strength to move. All Becky could feel was the sense of Silver holding her tight, cradling Becky's limp body.

"Wh-whuh ...? Huh?" Becky stammered, as she looked about the arena. Slowly, the dizzy blonde began to process what had happened. Gasping, Becky's breath caught in her chest. Her impressive chest seemed to inflate again, straining against her flag-themed bikini.

Becky bit her lip hard, looking around the arena. "Oooh, noooo~" Becky whimpered. Quickly, she realized what had happened, and how completely she'd failed again. The thick sumo girl had won. Becky looked around herself, realized the way that Silver was cradling her body. The big woman's dominance was complete, thorough. Becky looked like a child in her arms. Becky's face scrunched up, as she fought back tears. "D-dammit!" Becky whimpered, burying her face in Silver's ample bosom! There, nestled between Silver's generous breasts, Becky tried to hide as much of her shame as humanly possible!

It was a given that Silver should of been celebrating. Alas, given the girl was as sweet as humanly possible, she was anything but cheery. The two cuddling as if Becky had just been the receiver of horrific news, Silver the one who delivered it, the referee would be left with the awkward question of what the hell to do next. Her cheeks blushing, the black-and-white clad official simply turned to the audience, giving a innocent wave in an attempt to dispel any presumptions that Becky might of been injured.

Seemingly satisfied, the majority of the audience began to cheer, both in equal parts to a well earned victory, and to Becky, who if anything didn't win today purely on chance alone.