American Dream.....? By Da Blond Bomber An American wrestling champ is forced to defend his countries honor...against a woman For weeks, the UWA (Unified Wrestling Association) had been desperate to find someone who could beat the current Light Heavyweight Champion, WildStar. He was so plain and uninteresting that the crowd actually booed him every time he came out for a match. He refused to wear a costume, and simply fought in boxer shorts and boots each time, with a white ski-mask being his most interesting attribute. But in spite of his lack of character, the man was good. Week after week, he beat everyone who stood in front of him. So when a German promoter stated on national television that he had a wrestler who could dispose of WildStar, the UWA figured that they had nothing to lose by granting this mystery opponent a title shot. Even a foreign champion would be better than WildStar. And there was even a chance that the crowd might get behind him, after all, he WAS representing his country in this match. The following week before the match, anti-German propaganda exploded all over the wrestling world, and for the first time, America actually seemed to be on WildStar's side. Interviews, talk shows, for that week, WildStar was the hero that had always dreamed of being. And for the first time, the Light Heavyweight champ felt as though he belonged. The night of the match, the crowd was filled a patriotic spirit, waving both American flags, and posters of the Champ. He came out to a huge pop, and as walked down the aisle, he seemed to be inspired and determined to justify the faith that his fans had bestowed upon him. "I won't let 'em down!" He thought to himself, as he entered the ring. "And, now...presenting...Helga, the German Glamazon!!!" The crowd was stunned, and immediately a hush came over them. Down the aisle strutted a very beautiful but also very muscular woman. Her golden blond hair hung down in in pony tail, and her full red lips were frowning distainfully. She wore a tight red spandex sports bra, and and matching spandex shorts. Her arms were sleek and defined, but not large, while her legs were at once shapely and muscular, and pugnacious breasts filled up and stretched her red bra to it's limit. She looked to be 130 at most, which was 45 pounds below the light heavyweight minimum. When she reached the ring, she nimbly leapt over the top rope, and raised her hands arrogantly. "You, you stupid and useless American male, you think you can beat me?" WildStar, whose jaw had totally dropped when he saw he had to face a woman, stood silent and shocked, as though his predicament had not yet fully registered. The referee called for the match, and helga immediately rushed her male adversary. Although befuddled, WildStar managed to evade Helga's opening attack, ducking away from the German's swinging arms. "Alright woman, you want a fight, you got one!" Helga responded by spitting right in WildStar's face! WildStar choked back his anger, and began to circle Helga. Helga simply stood in the middle of the ring, legs spread apart, her hands on her hips. Suddenly, she lashed out, punching the champ right in the jaw, while her other hand remained on her hip. Startled by the force of her blow, WildStar reeled backwards. Moving like lightning, Helga grabbed the champ's wrist, while with her other hand she struck him the face again. Wam, Wam, Wam! Three, four, five blows she landed on the champ. "I am going to pound your face till I have wrecked that STUPID mask of yours, American!" Taken aback by the woman's aggression, WildStar couldn't respond to her attack. Helga then gripped her man's captive wrist with both hands, and whipped him into the ropes. WildStar bounced off the ropes, straight into a drop kick by Helga. Hitting the ground hard, the male competitor struggled back to his feet, only to be knocked down once more by a close line from his female opponent. This time, he stayed down. Surveying her grounded enemy, Helga ran one hand along her tanned thighs, while the other caressed her rear. "Come on, get up! This nothing compared to how you'll feel when I am through with you." The crowd was chanting..."USA....USA!" And WildStar, restored by the fans, leapt angrily to his feet. Unfortunately, by that time, the German wild cat had already climbed the turn buckle. Even as the champ cleared his head, the blond was flying at him from the top rope. Her body slammed into his, as she hit him chest to chest in a cross body block. They hit the mat, and both the champ's shoulder's were down. The ref began the first count of the night. "1....2..." At the last second, WildStar managed to power out. But as he slowly stood, Helga leapt to her feet, eager to destroy the man. However, she was over anxious, and this time the larger man was able to trap her in a powerful bear hug. The crowd went wild for WildStar's success, as he lifted her off the ground. But the German grappleress wriggled relentlessly, and her superior endurance paid off , as WildStar's arms tired, and his grip relaxed. "Suck on these, loser!" Helga shouted, as wriggled her arms free, and cupped her large, spandex covered breasts right into the champs face. "Mmmmph..." Was all that he could reply, his voice totally muffled. Shocked, aroused, and deprived of breath, the champion stumbled backwards. The spandex pressed against his face, and the pillow-soft tifts encompassed his face, totally depriving him of air. Finally, WildStar released his grip. Helga bounced up and down on the mat, ensensed at the champion, and at the same time sure that victory was now within her reach. "Hi- Yah!" The hell-cat screamed in a shrill voice, as she chopped the sides of the American's neck with both hands. WildStar looked on dazed and helpless, as his blond tormenter grabbed him by his mask, and pulled his head downward to meet her oncoming knee. As he had done many times that night, WildStar fell to his back. He was only semi-concious as Helga wrapped her powerful and shapely legs around his head, squeezing it like a melon. "In Germany, they tell me you never have no girls....they no come near you, champ! They say, it because you loser, and you ugly under that mask." Her words rang true, never in his life had WildStar had any kind of close contact with a girl. They always spurned him. When he became the Champion, he thought that it would change. "Well, stupid, now you have a girl! And I am to much for you to handle!" As she taunted him, she squeezed tighter, and tighter, till he felt as though he would pass out from the pressure. Helga grabbed his white mask, and digging in with her nails, turned him around, so that he was facing the sexy, ravenous blonde's crotch. Helga lay on her back, playing with her golden hair, and began to moan erotically. "You're PATHETIC! You want me sooo bad, don't you? But I am just out of you're reach." As she lay there, scantily dressed, voluptious, toned, and beautiful, she held WildStar's held firmly between her legs, right above her knees, and just out reach of the ecstacy of her contact. "Now, in front of all these cameras, I want you to submit to me worm! Submit!" A jolt of fear went through the champ's brain, as he realized that he had no choice. Either be totally destroyed, or submit. "I...I..." Imperiously, Helga tightened her grip, and propping herself up on one arm, slapped her captive male's face, first with the front of her hand, and then with a back hand. "Out with it! Out with it now, or I shall mash you in to putty!" Still, the champ refused to submit. Helga growled, and squeezed as hard she could, till sweat began to role down her forehead from the effort she was putting in. "I...I quiiii..." Angrily, Helga realized that she had knocked out WildStar before he could submit. "You." The sex pot pointed her slender finger at the referee. "Do NOT call for the bell until I say!" As WildStar lay prone and helpless, Helga stepped onto his chest with both feet, and trampled his chest like a posessed dancer. Finally, WildStar stirred, from the great pain. "Now, weakling, you will do what I asked." With that, she placed her barefoot on the battered wrestler's throat, and pushed down just hard enough to hurt him. Submit or I will crush your throat!" WildStar looked in fear. His career could never, never recover from this. And all he wanted was to be a hero. "Do it now!" Helga pushed down a bit, to prove her point. "I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT!" WildStar screamed so loud that the arena almost quaked from the sound waves. Giddy as a school girl, Helga lept up and down joyously as the ref called for the bell. And the crowd, which was at first against her, was now crying her name. But, it was not over yet. Helga turned her back on America's former champion, and tore off her bra, on national television! The crowd went into overdrive, screaming their lungs out. Her breasts flopped out, and her nipples here thrust out, as she was totally aroused by her victory. "Not done yet!" As WildStar began to crawl out of the ring, Helga rushed towards him, and kicked him in the ribs! WildStar was once again unconcious, and Helga then stuffed the Spandex bra into the former champ's mouth. She then turned away, distained at the male who she considered totally repulsive. It was as though she was discarding a piece of trash. The crowd seemed to agree with her, as they totally ignored the beaten male, and seemed to totally focus on the exquisite and spunky girl champion. As she strutted from the ring, she snatched the mike from the announcer. "Now, one lucky guy...will be kissed by me! One of you Americans!" The crowd exploded out of control. And the future looked bright for this attractive and aggressive lady wrestler.