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

Becky was ecstatic, upon landing the leg drop. The ref came down to start the count, and the blonde Iowan couldn't stop grinning. Chest swelling with pride, face beaming, Becky threw up a finger to follow along along with the ref girl's pin count.

"ONE!" Becky called out, right after the ref had. The buxom American was grinning like an idiot, now, utterly confident in her dominance of her masked foe. This, more than the one-sided and impressive display of domination that Miss USA had been making, made absolute sense to Becky. Besides, the leg drop was a classic American wrestling move, right? This was how Real Americans won their matches!

Contentedly, Becky wiggled her body, grinding her thigh into Miss USA's masked face. Cocky, Becky was putting no actual effort into the pin, now. It was a leg drop, right? The possibility of Marilyn kicking out of that move honestly never made it into Becky's head, at any point in time.

Marilyn groaned as Becky ground her thigh into her face. In other conditions, she might have thought this might be a weird (but not necessarily bad) start to foreplay, but here she viewed it as a sign of the blonde thinking she could simply start being cocky after scoring a couple of kicks and a legdrop!

When the ref called "Two!" Miss USA gave a sudden twist of her upper body, getting her shoulder up to break the count.

"You didn't think you were about to beat me with a legdrop, did you?" she said to Becky as the ref held up two fingers.

Grinning from ear to ear (which might have been the only thing going on between her ears), Becky was absolutely confident that she'd hear that third and final count, any second. Then, her name, her awesome music, and the appreciative screams of countless grateful foreigners!

Except that this didn't happen. Instead, she felt a sudden jolt, as Marilyn rolled over, lifted a shoulder, and bucked Becky right off of her!

"OH!" the Iowan cried out in shock, as she was tossed clean off of Miss USA and the pin count was completely broken. "W-what!?" she asked, looking from one side of the ring to the other in complete disbelief. "What just happened!?" She threw a bit of a fit, then, body jiggling and bouncing against the mat as her fists punched against it. The pin break had clearly frustrated the young wrestler enough that she lost all composure, the resulting tantrum being enough to give Marilyn some extra time to rest, and recover whatever strength she might need to.

Meanwhile, the crowd came alive for the masked woman earning her freedom, and breaking the pinfall. Marilyn had impressed several times over with her athleticism, her combination of speed and power. For Becky to think she could pin her off the leg drop was absurd, at least to everyone but Becky. And now, it seemed that the cocky American rookie might be looking at some comeuppance, for that.

"A-are you talking smack about the leg drop?" Becky asked, indignant at Miss USA's line of questioning. "Maybe you just need some more sense knocked into you! The way America does sense!" Becky reached over, then, trying to grab two fistfuls of Marilyn's mask. She wanted to pull the flag-masked girl up, get them both to a vertical base, before she would try to deliver a hard knee to her toned stomach, yet again. She could work off of that, she figured. Because clearly, this young woman needed to be taught how wrestling worked, American style! If only Becky could work her over, before the athletic young Miss USA could fight back, and stop the flailing blonde cold.

The way America does sense? Marilyn cringed a little bit on the inside when she heard Becky say that. As much as she loved the USA and it's people, sometimes, some of those people made her want to bury her face in her face in her hands.

Marilyn let herself be hauled be her mask, letting the blonde be the one to expend energy and strength. Once they were standing though, Miss USA made her move! Before Becky could knee her, Miss USA brought her arms up between Brooke's and then threw them apart, breaking the blonde's grip while blowing her arms wide open.

Lunging forward, Marilyn would hold out an arm, looking to clothesline Becky across her chest and knock her back down to the mat!

"Hey!" Becky gasped in shock, as Miss USA pushed her off. It was the last thing Becky had expected, figuring that after her absolutely devastating leg drop, the rest of the match was sure to be a cake walk. How could it not be? Instead, the blonde Iowan was left wide-eyed, shaking her head in disbelief as she watched Miss USA rise back up to her full height, and get right back into the fight.

"OOF!" she grunted, as Marilyn's toned arm struck Becky along her soft chest, knocking the air out of her, and sending her crashing onto her back. "Aaugh ..." Becky moaned, rolling onto her side, and trying to push herself back to her feet. If she could manage to get back up, Becky would still be left stumbling on her boots, shocked and disoriented as Marilyn handily took the fight to her.

Turning, Miss USA saw Becky rising up to her feet. Quickly, Marilyn would dash back towards the blonde looking to send her backto tje mat with a second clothesline, this one having more of a running start behind it.

Once that was done, the purple haired American decided that it was time to start really putting the pressure on the Iowan. Miss USA backed towards a corner where she would get down into a runner's start, as if she were back at the track and field events of her high school days. Waiting on Becky to get back to her feet, Marilyn would then explode out of her stance running full tilt at the blonde. She would have a lot of momentum behind her with that, momentum she looked to use to cut Becky back down with a hard hitting spear. The crowd had their own name for the move, pulled from a much loved video game series, and they yelled it out loud...

"Charging Star!"

"HOOOF!" Becky exclaimed, as the second clothesline knocked her right back to the mat. Again, she bounced right back to her boots. Each blow was taking its toll, however, leaving her more frazzled, more frustrated. She was getting back up to a much shakier base the second time, not even realizing how easily she was making it for Miss USA to continue pummeling her. Pride had set in, and Becky was determined as all hell to salvage her bruised ego- preferably right upside Marilyn's masked head!

So, the blonde's head wasn't in the right place, when Miss USA came charging in with the spear. The impact knocked the wind clear out of her body, literally knocking one of her boots right off her foot, with the sheer force of it. Becky couldn't even let out a cry of pain as her legs kicked up and head went snapping inward and her buxom body was folded clean in half.

Becky went scrambling off of Marilyn as quickly as she could, gasping and whimpering in pain as she did so. Feet kicking against the mat in sheer agony, the blonde was left convulsing and gasping in agony. Red-faced, chest heaving as she fought to breathe, Becky didn't even know what had hit her! Still, the ditzy Iowan struggled to get back up. To force her quivering body upright, thinking that she could still get back into this fight, that this was still her match to win. Up to her knees, still doubled over, it was becoming painfully clear to the audience, however, just who's match this was. It just remained to be seen what Miss USA was going to be doing with it, next!

The crowd gave a shocked roar as not only did Charging Star hit the Super American, but also managed to take her right out of her boots. Or at least one of them.

*It's time...* Miss USA decided in her mind. *The image of the All-American female wrestler is about to get an update.*

Rolling onto her back as Becky was thrashing on the mat with the wind knocked out of her, the masked wrestler tucked her knees to her chest and kicked out, kipping up to her feet athletically.

Backing into a corner, Marilyn would then jump into the air and then land on one knee, fist slamming into the mat, giving people the image of a heroine landing. Holding the pose, she would watch as Becky got up to her knees. Waiting on the other woman to make her way back to her feet, Marilyn felt a touch of sympathy for her. But, better for Becky to be put down quickly and decisively rather than drawing out her pain and suffering. Marilyn knew first hand now, that there were those that would do just that to someone like Brooke, just because they could.

Once Becky got back to a standing position, Miss USA would surge forward out of the corner when the blonde turned towards her. Leaping into the air towards her opponent, she would give a wordless battle cry, one leg kicking back as her right hand lashed out as Miss USA tried to land one of her finishing moves, the Supergirl Punch!

As Becky Brooke struggled to get herself back upright, Becky couldn't help but notice that Miss USA was up to her feet and positioned over in the corner, already. How could someone be so darn athletic, she asked herself. "N-not fair," the blonde whimpered, arms still tucked tightly around her aching belly. She was pushing herself upright, her knees against the mat, bottom sticking up in the air as she squirmed to get herself back to an upright position.

Becky's ears filled with the sound of Marilyn's fist hitting the mat. The sound of it shocked the suffering American, her blue eyes widening and her mouth forming a red, perfect little "o" of surprise. With that, Becky was able to force her head back up, and take in the sight of Miss USA, poised and ready to explode out of the corner.

Quickly, Becky scrambled back up to her feet. She could feel the canvas against her bare foot, and she slipped a bit. She felt like she was cornered, now, nowhere to go, nowhere to run. She couldn't take her eyes off of Marilyn's powerful, athletic frame as she came surging forward. Her eyes brightened, a bit, as Marilyn jumped into the air. Her figure twisted into a perfect figure, every muscle shining in the arena lights as she put everything she had into that one, powerful blow. To the young Brooke, it was like she was about to get punched in the face by Captain America, Superman, Wonder Woman and a really patriotic Batman, all at once. If she'd been in the crowd for this, it would have been her favorite thing ever.

But she wasn't in the crowd. She was in the ring, catching Miss USA's fist right upside her cheek. Becky's head rocked to the side, a wash of drool, tears and sweat raining off of her at the moment of impact. "AOWW!" she cried out, a quick and short burst, as her head twisted around. The rest of her buxom body would follow, spinning on her bare ankle. Her head, her shoulders, her ample breasts and then her hips all spun around at the impact, leaving her staring wide-eyed at the other side of the arena like she didn't know what had hit her. Then, after a moment, she fell. Without any further sound, Becky Brooke fell back, tumbled to the mat, and lay there. Aside from her jiggling curves, still settling from the impact, there was no movement from Brooke, as she stared lifelessly up to the ceiling.

Landing after delivering her flying punch attack, Miss USA turned to survey the situation. She had missed the one eighty spin that the blonde had made after the blow landed, but saw her fall to the mat.

Coming over, Marilyn had a brief second to watch as Becky's form continued to jiggle slightly from the force of striking the mat. She had to admit, even in defeat, Becky was more than a little easy on the eyes. And she still loved the woman's color scheme. Still, there was business to attend to.

Draping her body over Becky's, Miss USA hooked one of the Super American's legs, pinning her to the mat. The ref dropped down, slapping the mat.

"One!" she called...