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

For what felt like way too long, Becky lay with her face pressed into the mat and her ass sticking straight up into the air. It was humiliating, being forced into that position by her opponent, while she was simply struggling to keep herself awake! Becky nuzzled her aching forehead into the mat, trying to clear her head- try as she might to fight, Becky found herself struggling to keep herself from crying. On the one hand, Becky wanted to let it out, cry her pain up to the rooftops in hope that Madison would show her some mercy, as she wailed for help and solace. On the other hand, however, Becky knew that "mercy" was not likely to be one of Madison's strong suits!

Becky tried to roll herself over, but before she could summon the strength Miss Fortune was right on top of her! "W-wait," Becky protested, as she felt the redhead right on top of her, trapping her lower back with her powerful legs. "Wait, no!" Becky's eyes widened in shock, realizing all too late what Madison was putting her into position for! Becky's belly was pressed into the mat, her narrow lower back pressed down hard. Becky quivered and squirmed beneath Madison, but the redhead had her firmly trapped- and all the worse, were Madison's threats as her hands clamped down on Becky's breasts!

"Nooo!" Becky wailed, feeling Madison's fingers knead and tug at the super-American's impressive pair! "I-I don't wanna cry out!" Becky wailed, wincing as she felt Madison's fingers tease and torture her ample breasts! The fans cried out raucously, as they watched Becky's round bosom get groped and molested by the merciless New Yorker. Becky shook her head in futile protest, her bare feet kicking against the mat. Becky tried to buck Maddy off of her, but gained no ground. With an entire arena full of screaming fans gawking and cheering at them, all Becky could do was lie there and let Madison mercilessly molest her, trying to hold out against the onslaught as her breasts were worked over by her expert fingers!

Miss Fortune was loving this position. She kneaded and groped Becky's wonderfully large breasts all she could, at the same time yanking her upwards to put pressure on the back of the American doll. With the crowd getting restless for the New Yorker to put on a big show Miss Fortune gave one last tug before she let go, and placed her hands on the back of Becky's head, shoving the American unceremoniously down to the canvas, looking to bounce her head like a basketball, and keep the big girl dazed. Miss Fortune couldnt risk Becky gaining any momentum back into the match, given how she was nearly taken out by the breasts of the blond. It crossed her mind that with a bit of training, Becky could well be one of the most feared girls in AFW, but not tonight, for tonight was all about Miss Fortune giving her small section of fans the show of a lifetime, and Becky, the most humiliation possible.

The flame haired vixen got up off Becky and moved around to her legs, she was planning something big and wanted the American very aware of what was about to go ahead. In preparation she stood on the back of Becky's knees wrapping her legs up. Miss Fortune was going to show off by giving the big girl her Sicilian Surprise Romero Hold finisher, unless Becky found a way to squirm free of the punishing hold before Miss Fortune could get it locked in.