Madison Oppenheim Vs. Amelie Roux - Fortunes End

Amelie may have looked calmer, but for the first time in her career, she was quickly on her way to becoming the more furious of the fighters. Correcting her outfit, if anything trying to pull the tight fabric a little lower that it was previously given the irritation she was now experiencing.

Stepping forward with a purely fierce glare, Amelie would indeed offer her hands as Madison offered her a taunt of near enough every colour, even quickly bringing the beauties country into the mix.

"You will be begging for my forgiveness..." She'd mutter in a lowly hum, the darkest tone she had ever produced. Looking forward with arms outspread, she'd aim to latch either hand with Madison's own in a test of strength. She was thoroughly confident that with both her size, and newfound aggression, that she'd completely control such a manner of contest.

If Madison let her latch on, that was.

Miss Fortune gladly took the test of strength and heard the words of her busty Amazonian rival. It distracted her because to be honest, she knew that Amelie could and would dominate her at one point in the match. All she had to do was survive it and hopefully wear out the big girl. "GAH!" Miss Fortune gasped linking up and immediately feeling the strength of her French rival. She dropped down to one knee to save being bent over backward and shook her head a little. It was not going according to plan

At times like this Miss Fortune would normally headbutt right between a girls legs to escape but she didn't. She feared it would barely hurt the big girl enough and then in this position, she was wide open for much worse. "Ugghhh Let go you cow!" she spat out, much to the crowd delight at seeing the gobby attitude driven flame haired girl biting off more than she could chew

At this point her main offence was her sassy mouth. "They only thing I am begging for Frenchie is that you took a shower before this match.. UGH!" It was a terribly rude comment to make about Amelie who looked immaculate, but Miss Fortune was in trouble and needed to feel she could do something, even if it was juvenile put downs

Amelie had long pushed herself past the point of taking the girls insults seriously, given that Miss Fortune evidently had a taunt for every day of the weak against the bigger beauty. She'd merely continue with her fierce scowl, rattled for the first time in her wrestling career, and visibly determined to make Madison pay for it.

Wrenching those fingers nice and solidly, straining her foes limbs considerably more than her own as those fingers were pushed back, Amelie's dark glare would turn into a dark smirk as she pulled her frame closer. In doing so, she'd bring both sets of arms wide, meaning she couldn't exert her strength as much.

But such did not matter. What did matter, was the fact she had her foe restrained.

And was about to press her thick curves against the beauties own kneeling figure yet again.

"I will enjoy...making you silent..."

Miss Fortune was in the worst position possible. On one knee, her fingers intertwined with Amelie's and now her arms stretched out wide dragging in her close. She went wide eyed as the French girls crotch came smack to her face. "UUMFFFFF!" The redhead was furious with the humiliating nature of the move as she nuzzled against the girl. She could feel and smell the girls excitement and all she could do was push her head to the side and take a deep gasp. "Uggnnn jeeze....I know you are enjoying this but OMG!" fortunately she now had air, but was far closer than she liked to the French beauty.

Miss Fortune thought again about the headbutt, but she could be KOd if Amelie retaliated with a knee to the face or something. Miss Fortune mustered all her strength and tried to pull her arms free but Amelie was seriously strong causing the girl to gasp aloud, again her breath rolling over the French girls wonderfully smooth and generous thighs

With her foes mitts firmly locked, and now her own frame close enough to enact revenge, Amelie's dark glare would turn a shade darker. She had to be crafty with her foes arms; Madison was smaller, thereby that logic quicker. If she gave the girl too much breathing space, Miss Fortune would simply back away, leaving Amelie at square one regarding her revenge over the mouthful beauty.

"Do you ever...hush...?"

Slowly, she'd try to release the lock with her foes right hand, her left staying solid for now, as the arm would try to tuck under and around the girls bicep, close to her own sizeable breast. If that adjustment went without issue, she'd soon try for the other, soon leaving her restraining both arms of her foe. Not only this, but she'd now be forcing her foe somewhat into a chest-to-chest fight with herself; Madison's great assets now forced to compete against Amelie's giant bosom as the French beauty sought to pull her tightly against her.

Miss Fortune had to admire the skill by which Amelie manipulated her position, she would never admit this but it dawned on the flame haired attitude filled wrestler that the French girl was more than a big girl with curves to die for, she could wrestle and was technically skilled. This put the girl at a distinct disadvantage. Miss Fortune was not technical, she was a brawler, reliant on her assets and her sassy mouth.

"Why don't you make me shut up Frenchie!"

The redhead found herself locked up and stood now breast to breast with Amelie. It was humiliating as Amelie's chest far outsized Miss Fortunes. "UUGNNNN get you.... saggy COW tits off my perfect pair!" she growled but was helpless to stop the move apart from wiggles and squirms. Miss Fortune could only hope, with her arms trapped and picked up off the canvas, that her kicks and leg flailing would catch Amelie in some manner

Amelie wasn't so much a technical mastermind as able to imagine what would hurt and what wouldn't. She actually rarely used the former, albeit found herself making a fair few exceptions for the first girl in AFW she actually had a spectacle of dislike for. Albeit, that didn't make the girl any less sexier in Amelie's eyes.

If anything...that sort of defiance merely wanted Amelie to smother, squash and grind kinder words from her.

Now with the girls tiptoes dangling and her arms hyper-extended in some way, Amelie would but press against the girl even firmer. Putting her promptly back on her feet and lessening her lock on her arms, Amelie would opt to slide her mitts around the girls back for a soft hug of sorts, making sure to close her legs tight against a girl who'd already dipped into a reservoir of dirty moves.

Now with the girl held close, and her arms reasonably firmly locked, Amelie opted to respond to the mouthy Miss Madison as many would respond to a mouthy opponent.

By forcing her tongue down her throat of course, with a huge kiss!

As Amelie put down the redhead, she had thought about wiggling free and smacking the French girl right in the face. Miss Fortune at the same time was attracted to the girl, it was hard not to be, and given this match was all about verbal submission there was a side secretly inside that Miss Fortune that would give up instantly, just to see what devilish things Amelie could come up with.

She groaned as she was pulled in and could feel the size softness and shape of the French girls breasts. Miss Fortune had quite the pair but Amelie was on another level. "UUGNNN let go of me, you fucking lesbi UUMMFFFFFFFF!" Miss Fortune gasped trying to forge another insult but having her breath taken away. The kiss was deep and passionate and Miss Fortune couldnt help respond. Despite her sassy attitude, the French girl was like a wrecking ball though her defences.

The crowd were loving every moment of this and chanted for more.

The vulgar threat that Miss Madison was evidently throwing the French beauties way before she found a tongue down her throat may have received thorough punishment from anyone else, or hell even Amelie herself given the fact she was evidently already frustrated with the girls tone thus far. But what the girl said specifically struck a interesting chord with the French giant. Evidently, the fact that Madison chose to try to offend her via her sexuality suggested that either the girl herself was straight, or simply shy in such a manner. Either way, Amelie was already turning red at the idea of forcing either a closet lesbian or straight girl into a world of sensuality and lust.

But now, Amelie was careful with what she aimed to do next. Allowing the girl to run her mouth further would simply serve to sully and ruin the mood. She needed to either leave the girl breathless, or simply unable to speak. After already busting free from what the green-haired beauty believed to be a firmly locked smother, the latter did not appear to be the better choice right now. Obviously, the former would do.

Briefly letting up her sensual kiss but by no means parting her lips, Amelie's soft embrace of the girl would look to tighten for a fraction of a second as she picked the smaller but no less beauty off her feet. Tilting her body and rolling her hips, she'd aim to once more use her staunch figure against her foe; by looking for a belly-to-belly suplex of sorts, intending to drive the wind from Madison as if she was a balloon primed for deflation!

The kiss was doing its job, it kept Miss Fortune quiet and overwhelmed her. Back in her Sorority days, Madison was almost certainly bi-sexual and she used her desires and her assets to control and satisfied her lust. Now the tables were turned and she was the one helpless in the French beauties grasp, it was a different story. Miss Fortune moaned softly, her protests dying down because this was enjoyable, it was a different experience, and in a move that was potentially disastrous for the match, it was turning Miss Fortune on!

As Amelie broke off, their eyes were locked, communicating without words. Miss Fortune had no vile comeback, she had no words at all. The French girl had successfully shut the New Yorker up and sufficiently distracted her. With the grace and flare her heritage provided her, Amelie effortlessly lifted and twisted the pair into a crushing Suplex.

WHAM!

Miss Fortune now with her back against the canvas, gasped out, her lust laden breaths rolling over Amelie's features. All 190ibs of the French girls sultry and seductive body squashing the former Sorority girl. Miss Fortune lay there limp for a moment, only letting her hands come up to make a token fumble at Amelie's back and whilst the other tried to lace in the French girls green mane. Miss Fortune wiggled and squirmed in the position so much that her breasts came to Amelie's chin, with a very labored breath she attempted to push Amelie's face to Miss Fortune's soft sweaty breasts for a smother, but it was the poorest attempt that even if it succeeded, it would likely ignite the flames of passion in Amelie than actually worry her.

The soft, almost now playful smother could well backfire on Miss Fortune given that she was pinned under Amelie, who perhaps in some ways was enjoying breaking Miss Fortune's ego and brash attitude, literally squashing and erotically dominating her into submission.