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Irina Thorpe seethed behind her large desk as she stared at the front page of the New York Times. The bitch was on the cover again with the headline: "AMERICANA EXPOSES THORPE CORP!" The picture below showed a radiantly triumphant Super-heroine with olive skin and heaving perfect breasts in a skimpy outfit with a stupid mask. What really made Thorpe sick was the attention the Super Slut got… Irina was a stunning 5’11 with an incredible rack and a former presidents daughter. She should be the most famous woman alive... but it was always Americana!
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Amy Oscar Cesar was a brilliant young law student working in the national archive. She loved working amongst so much history and would often wander the storage stacks looking through the treasures they contained. One fateful day, Amy (or AOC as her friends called her) tripped over a loose cable between two dimly lit cases in the Archive stacks. Falling, she knocked over a dusty stack of boxes that - seemingly - had been hidden years ago. AOC picked one of the boxes and blew a thick layer of dust off it. Beneath was a peeling old label [Ms America 1944].
Curious, Amy opened the box to reveal shards of a glowing red power stone. The young lawyer had stumbled upon the remains of Ms America’s lost power stone… a relic believed to have been destroyed in the "Original American Heroines" showdown with Japan's infamous, Lady Kamikaze.
“No way!” Amy gasped. But even as she lifted the stone, she felt the stones power course through her veins. AOC was a serious student of history and instantly realized the magnitude of her find. From that moment, Amy Oscar Cesar vowed to take up the fight of Ms America - one that had ended tragically that long-ago day in the Pacific. With that vow, the Masked Heroine Americana was born.
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As "The Masked Wonder Americana" fought crime and stood for Truth, Justice and the American Way… AOC continued her day job. She worked her way up the political ladder until, today, she held office as the popular sitting Senator for the State of New York. Amy was indeed a busy woman. She - and Americana - were undoubtedly the two most popular women in the country; their popularity exceeding even that of the most popular film stars, singers and reality show contestants. Amy had achieved the pinnacle of her political and heroine career…she'd proven the President of the United States to be guilty of massive corruption and, almost certainly, treason. It was Americana who had apprehended the disgraced President at Irina’s estate and brought him to justice.
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Irina Thorpe had inherited THORPE CORP from her father, the disgraced former President, John Donald Thorpe. Her father had risen to power through a combination of questionable business practices and what his detractors called 'criminal enterprises.' President Thorpe was a controversial and unpopular leader whose turbulent term ended with him in handcuffs - thanks to Americana and Senator Amy Oscar Cesar. The popular young female Senator worked hand-in-hand with the American Heroine to expose Thorpe's personal corruption and his company's criminal enterprises. John Donald was summarily exposed… impeached and imprisoned. Leaving his beloved daughter in charge of his reduced empire...and with a score to settle.
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If one of Thorpe's ventures threatened so much as a single seagull - or some other “worthless creature" - either Americana or Senator AOC showed up to frustrate Irina. She'd tried many times to neutralize the Heroine; buying off state regulators; bribing congressmen; even sleeping with a United States Senator in an attempt to influence him to hold hearings into Americana's immigration status. (Being an Amazon and a Super-heroine Americana had never been asked to apply for a US 'green card' or citizenship - and there was even some question about what country - if any - she WAS a citizen!)
Senator AOC quickly found enough congressmen and congresswomen to support a special bill granting Americana citizenship. On every occasion, Thorpe’s plans failed. The busty Amazon was costing Irina millions of dollars and there was nothing Thorpe could do about it…until now!
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Irina Thorpe used her significant unreported capitol and influence to dig up everything she could on Senator Oscar Cesar. The busty blonde used her wealth, her influence and - when necessary - sex to woo weaker members of intelligence community to spill a tightly-guarded secret. Americana was, in fact, AOC! It was her face under that stupid fucking Americana mask.
Irina had succeeded in seducing an impressionable and lonely scientist working for a deep black government special access program - “Project Valkyrie” - who told her that Americana's power was derived from fragments of Ms America’s "Power stone". The Vile Lady Kamikaze had destroyed Miss America - but not the entire stone. AOC only had half of the stone, and half its power… Project Valkyrie held the other half of the stone.
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Irina invited the government scientist to her mountain retreat for a long weekend telling him to bring the other half of the stone. The starstruck scientist went her one better… he put the stone in the center a diamond necklace as a gift to his would-be mistress. Irina was pleased with her pathetic suitor and accepted the gift, then kissed the man so long and hard he never noticed how close they were to edge of Irina's mountain view balcony. The Scientist's body was never found and Irina Thorpe was able to wear the other half of Ms America's legendary "Power Stone". The big blonde grinned as she felt unnatural power coarse through her voluptuous body. She grabbed an iron poker from her fireplace and slowly bent the black rod until it snapped in two!.
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?AOC and Americana’s social media were both ablaze in the following weeks with blasts by - and about - the Blonde Heiress. Irina blasted both the heroine and her alter ego the Senator publicly, claiming they conspired together to frame her disgraced father. Thorpe shockingly announced that she would challenge AOC for her Senate seat….and expose Americana as the real criminal!
The controversial blonde challenged her rivals to debate her. But AOC declined. Irina then made a challenge she knew the do-gooder would be unable to turn down... a Charity wrestling match in Madison Square Garden. If Americana won, Irina would donate every cent “stolen’ by her father to local Children’s Charities. But…. if Irina somehow won Americana, would have to reveal her secret identity to the world.
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"Easy money," Amy thought. "The bitch is going down!"
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FIGHT NIGHT
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21,000 Spectators crammed Madison Square Garden to witness the hated Irina Thorpe vs America’s Heroine, Americana. Most came to see Americana in action and were happy to donate the high ticket prices to charity for the opportunity to watch as Thorpe got her ass kicked and was humbled by the beloved superheroine. Irina had her supporters…"brainwashed deplorable's" the media called them.
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The roof almost popped off the old stadium as Amy came down the short entrance way dressed in her iconic Americana outfit… making her look like a powerful “Wonderous Woman” indeed. Looking through her Power Stone adorned mask, AOC basked in the love of her adoring public as she waved to her adoring fans… Suddenly, the arena lights went out and a spotlight shifted to the entrance ramp.
A Chorus of boos rang out as the blonde heiress appeared, sauntering to the ring in a black silk robe. Americana stood in the center of the ring, hands on her hips in the now iconic power stance as she awaited her slow moving rival. Irina took her time, deliberately to rile up the raucously pro-Americana crowd before climbing the steps to slither sexily between the ropes.
AOC couldn’t help but smile at the showmanship the spoiled bitch brought to the spectacle; damned if she wouldn’t raise MILLIONS for the local children in need. Thorpe turned her back to the super-powered Senator, then flung off her inky black robe. The crowd gasped in stunned reaction at the reviled villainess's heart-stopping, black leather outfit. Irina turned to her foe, revealing an ornate necklace featuring a curious red stone matching the one in Americana’s mask. AOC was momentarily taken back…. “What? Is…that...no…it can't be” The heroine thought even as a wicked grin spread across the face of her taller rival.
At 5’11" the black clad blonde towered over her 5’4" and seemingly now shaken invincible foe. “Surprised Americana? Or… should I say…AOC ? Looks like I've got one of your fancy rocks too,” Thorpe purred.
The roaring of the crowd made it difficult to hear. “What did you call me?” the confused heroine asked just before she was rocked by a thunderous open hand slap. "Unggggghghghg..." AOC grunted as she was halfway around by the unexpected blow just seconds before the referee called for the bell.
“I've never been hit like that...” the heroine thought as she gathered her wits. “Maybe she does have a power ston...” CRACK! Another sharp slap interrupted her thought as Irina delivered a second slap to the petite heroine's reddening face.
Taken aback by the ferocity of the big blondes attack, Americana could only groan and unsuccessfully try to protect her face with her raised hands. She took a third slap, a fourth - then a backhand - before she finally came out of her shock to fight back.
AOC grabbed Irina’s hair with both hands, pulled her forward and lifted a knee into the blonde's belly, doubling her over.
“No moreeee...” the heroine growled as she yanked Irina to the side and swept her feet out from under her, sending the blonde crashing to the mat, full length on her impressive bosom. Irina struggled to get up, but Americana immediately kicked Irina in the ribs, lifting her off the mat and flipping her over onto her back. Americana pounced on her with a snarl. The All American Heroine was tired of playing with this phony bitch.
As Americana bent to get on top of the fallen blonde, the heiress beauty suddenly swept up her long legs spread wide and clamped them together around Americana's waist. Locking her ankles behind Americana's back, Irina arched her back and started squeezing as hard as she could. At the same time, she reached up and grabbed two handfuls of Americana's hair.
“Oh, we’re just getting started!” Thorpe hissed, pulling her rival down towards her and then rolling over onto her right side so that they were laying face-to-face with the blonde’s powerful long legs scissoring the brunette’s waist.
The Madison Square Garden crowd was in a state of confused awe…most expected a quick Americana victory, followed by Irina Thorpe's comeuppance… they weren't prepared for the battle unfolding before them as the two super powered combatants hands tangled in each other’s hair; their powerful bodies squirming and twisting as they fought with all their strength; each trying to roll the other onto her back so she could mount her.
Neither was able to do that, but it was her body scissors around Americana's slender waist that gave Irina a slight advantage. The blondes shapely legs were (thanks to her Power Stone shard) extremely powerful. The hold wasn't nearly enough to force Americana to quit, but it was obviously hurting the brunette heroine. Her beautiful face was a few shades redder than a few minutes earlier from the effort she had put into keeping her abs tightened against the power of Irina's scissors.
Breathing heavily and hurling insults in each other’s faces, both busty battlers now removed one hand from her opponent’s hair and they began trading face and body slaps. Each gave as good as she got; they fought wildly, straining to gain superiority; each groaning and screaming with pain, effort and hatred.
Finally, Irina’s assault on Americana's scalp, face and upper body, combined with the unrelenting pressure on her midsection by Irina scissors proved a little too much for Americana to handle. She had to put a stop to it and she did it by raking her fingernails across Thorpe’s eyes! The blonde screamed and jerked back, covering her face with both hands. Americana’s fans were shocked to see their heroine resort to such foul tactics against the mortal Thorpe. As Irina's scissors around her eased, Americana wriggled furiously until she eventually succeeded in squirming out of her scissors.
“She's stronger than I expected,’ she thought as she struggled to her feet ready to parry Irina's next attack. Thorpe threw a punch, and was stunned when Americana caught her fist out of the air and shot a lighting quick knife edge strike to the blondes throat. Irina backed off, pirouetting in the middle of the ring where she stood gasping, rubbing her windpipe. Madison Square Garden popped as Americana delivered a graceful Missile Dropkick to Irina's back, launching the villainess tits first into the corner turnbuckle. Irina turned around and stared open-mouthed at her nemesis.
Thorpe's new-found power had taken AOC by surprise, but Americana was the most powerful woman on the planet. Irina was in a shocked daze but as Americana paused to catch her breath, Irina took the opportunity to fondle and draw strength from the mysterious red stone hanging around her neck. Americana was unsettled by this seemingly new” “power stone” but had no time to think as the villainess came out of the corner toward the heroine.
Irina had decided to go on the offensive and she swung wildly, her clenched fist hitting only air. She swung again... and missed. Then again...
Each time, Americana danced and dodged, making the bigger, slower, blonde look the fool. The MSG arena cheered their heroine as Americana stopped toying with Irina and exploded into the villainess with a whirlwind attack so quickly that Irina could barely defend herself. The Power Stone had boosted Irina's ability... but the All-American heroine was too damn good and too fast. In prison, Irina’s father - watching on TV - could barely watch as Americana's offensive barrage left Irina almost out on her feet. In the next instant, she swept Irina off her feet, lifted her high overhead and then Americana strutted around the ring carrying Irina overhead before power slamming her down onto the mat at her feet. Just like that, it was lights out for Irina Thorpe as she lay tits-up in the middle of the ring!
Americana was pleased… It had taken more work than she expected, but she'd thoroughly dispatched the rich bitch. She posed for the cameras and as the ringside reporters shouted questions, she remembered she needed to investigate Thorpe's odd little stone.
But first, she'd just soak in another second of admirati...."UHHNGGHH..." The entire ring shook when a suddenly rejuvenated Irina kipped to her feet, leapt in the air and bulldogged Americana face- first onto the (thinly padded) canvas ring mat. The crowd's collective heart sank and a hush fell over the arena as Americana's head bounced off the mat and her firm body went limp. Thorpe sprang up quickly to stomp the small of Americana's back as hard as she could... again and again and again.
'She kicks like a jackhammer,' Americana thought as she desperately tried to crawl away. Irina grabbed Americana's foot and dragged the brunette heroine back to the middle of the ring, then leaped in the air and dropped her ass onto Americana's inflamed lower back. As the crowd buzzed with renewed anxiety, Thorpe locked Americana in a textbook Camel Clutch, planting her feet outside AOC's shoulders and then rearing back with her hands under the brunette’s chin; wrenching the fading superheroine's neck and back as she bent her over backward in a 'C' configuration.
Americana's back felt like it may break any moment. She screamed in pain through her iconic mask, giving voice to her rage and frustration as Irina kept her trapped in the middle of the ring; her head and shoulders pulled back, forcing her to stare up into the bright arena lights. Irina eased up on the pressure briefly, then again reared back, jerking Americana's chin and back with all of her stone-enhanced strength. The legendary Americana decided she would NOT...COULD NOT be defeated!
'No, its not possible!' Thorpe thought as she felt Americana beginning to power out of the Camel Clutch! The people of New York cheered as Americana slowly struggled up to all fours, then to her knees as Irina stood behind her with her knees straddling Americana's back - hanging on for dear life. Soon, Americana was on her feet aided by the support and cheers from the people.
Americana reached back, grabbed Irina's hair and dropped to her knees, flipping the blonde over her head and slammed her to the mat flat on her back! Americana's back pain disappeared as adrenaline rushed through her body and fueled her escape. Americana stumbled backward, flexing her back as Irina slowly regained her vertical base and began to slowly circle. As Irina stalked the all American Heroine the red Power Stone between her large breasts continued to glow…and maybe pulsate?
Amy thought…
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“Surprised Americana? Or should I say Amy Oscar Cesar?" Irina cackled.
Americana was floored! "H...how…how does she know it's me?” the heroine thought.
“Not only do I know your little secret…. I've got one of your fancy little stones right here…" Irina purred, fondling her necklace lovingly. "The same stone that powers little miss AOC and turns her into AMERICANA."
Americana's hands clenched into tight fists as she felt a sharp pain in the pit of her stomach…
“Tonight I get to destroy AOC and Americana in front of the world,” Irina purred as she played with her Power Stone.
The Ex-First daughter exploded into a barrage of offensive firepower. Americana's defensive skills where put to a severe test as she dodged and parried a ferocious stream of fists and feet from Irina. Thorpe was landing most of her strikes, but wasn't getting the direct hits she wanted...and needed!
'She's strong, but not stronger than me,' Americana thought as Irina's fist penetrated her defense for the first time and bounced of her abs. 'She’s fast... faster than before.... faster than me?' Amy wondered as she looked for an opening to attack. Thorpe grew frustrated and tried to decapitate the heroine with a massive Haymaker. Irina was quick, but Americana was lighting in a bottle. She saw Thorpe's KO blow coming a mile away and ducked. Irina's fist hit only empty air.
Americana whipped around behind Irina, grabbed her around the waist and German Suplexed the ravaging villainess halfway across the ring. The arena shook as the rich bitch landed with a loud THUD on her back in a cloud of rosin dust.
"When will you learn Irina.... Americana always comes out on top," Amy taunted as she grabbed the struggling villainess and jerked her back to her feet. The All-American Heroine scooped the Ex-First Daughter up and prepared to lift her for a devastating Body Slam. Americana had the stunned blonde halfway up when she felt a searing pain in her back...like she'd been stabbed.
Unable to hold Irina up when her back gave out, Americana crumpled under the weight of the supervillainess and they both collapsed to the mat where Americana writhed clutching her lower back. Thorpe's Camel Clutch had done more damage than either of them knew. The adrenaline coursing through the brunette's body could only mask the damage for so long and now the heroine would fight on in pain.
Irina Thorpe used the respite to refocus and analyze Americana. She caught her breath as the brunette superheroine clutched at her back and, like a natural predator, Irina fully intended to exploit this weakness in the All-American slut.
Americana had to use the ropes to get to her feet where she was immediately hit by the hard-charging heiress. Irina crashed into her and both slammed into in the corner. As Americana tried to get her bearings, Irina was all over her; slamming the All-American heroine's tits into the turnbuckle. With Americana draped limp with her arms draped over the top rope, Irina fired two hard punches low into brunettes damaged back.
Before Americana could react, Irina used the brunette's hair to Irish Whip Americana across the ring into the opposite corner. BUH-BAM! Americana's twin torpedo tits smashed into the padding and Irina followed right behind as she launched herself from mid-ring, soaring high through the air to crash onto Americana's body draped limp in the corner.
MASSIVE IMPACT! The ring shook when Irina crushed Americana's body between herself and the thinly padded turnbuckle. Americana's eyes bulged as the air was driven from her lungs, then she sagged down dead weight to the mat; her chest heaving as she gasped for air. Americana had never lost a battle…but now she was fighting for her life against a painfully underestimated and determined foe.
The Madison Square Garden crowd was stunned by the turn of events as the rich bitch punished the world’s greatest superheroine right in front of their eyes. On all fours, Americana tried to defend herself as Thorpe unloaded a wicked kick to her gut. The brunette collapsed to the mat as Thorpe's foot pierced her abdominal muscles… The Rich Bitch played to the crowd as she stepped on; then walked across; the faltering heroine's injured back. Americana's moans of pain were music to the Heiress’ ears as she hair-hauled the wilting heroine back to her feet.
Amy was in delirium from shock and pain as Irina again Irish Whipped her into the ropes. Irina readied her KO punch, a Running Lariat! The the big-titted Senator rebounded off the ropes back to the center of the ring, but - acting purely on instinct - she somehow ducked under Irina’s extended arm…
Both women careened off in opposite directions until they slammed into the ring ropes. Americana found a reserve energy she never knew she had, and hit Irina with towering Splash in the middle of the ring. Thorpe's boobs almost came out of her low-cut black top when she collided with the airborne heroine. The stadium hit a fever pitch as Americana fought her way back into the match.
The women both needed the ropes to find their feet; Americana clutching her aching back as she regained her footing; Irina shaking cobwebs from her ringing head. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife as the two Superwomen collided once more at center ring where the back and forth volleys of punches and kicks was unlike anything the crowd had ever seen.
Americana and Irina tore into each other with a furious passion… both landed and received massive blows as they battled for superiority. The All-American heroine's punches were harder... and did more damage… but the Rich Bitch landed more often. Americana gave everything she had… but for the first time in her life she was facing a woman faster than herself and equally strong. Irina hammered her fists into Americana's body again and again and the brunette gradually wore down under the blonde's unrelentingly merciless barrage of blows.
The Iconic Heroine struggled to maintain her own offensive but her efforts grew more and more erratic as her body took abuse. 'No …this isn't possible... she’s too fast,' Amy thought as she found herself overpowered and overwhelmed.
The senator’s arms felt heavy and her reactions were sluggish. Irina's punches she'd parried easily in the early minutes of battle now eluded her and slammed into her weary, throbbing body. Irina grinned an evil smile as she realized Americana was collapsing under her unrelenting assault. The Rich Bitch basked in the glorious sight of Americana struggling to get off her back as she circled the battered Super-heroine and gloated, “Get ready for your grand unveiling…tonight Americana is FINISHED”
Irina’s ominous words gave the heroine's stomach a sinking feeling and she desperately tried to regain her focus and confidence. The nightmare Heiress again hair-hauled Americana up by her matted, sweaty, dark hair and dragged her unresisting to the ropes where she pressed Americana's back onto the ropes and intertwined her arms in them… Irina stood back to admire her handiwork as the All-American heroine hung limp in her ring rope bondage.
Irina hated Americana/AOC more than anyone alive… but what really made her burn with jealousy was Americana's celebrated, slutty, over sized boobs. For years Irina had lain awake at night imagining what it would feel like sinking her fists into the brunette's jugs. Now, thanks to a little red stone, the moment was at hand when she would find out and experience the sensation for real!
MSG echoed with AOC’s screams as Irina Thorpe's punches smashed against her Gold Eagle breastplate. Over and over Irina pounded the iconic Eagle with her fists as Americana hung limp and helpless. Irina bared her fangs as she smashed her fists into Americana's proud boobs; flattening them with her knuckles. Whatever protection the chest plate had provided was lost after Irina’s fists dented, then cracked, then broke open the Golden Shield. The crowd gasped when an Irina right hand, aimed squarely between Americana's heaving, sweaty, breasts landed with a loud...
CRACKKKKKK!
Irina had shattered Americana's iconic gold chest plate on impact!
Irina briefly paused her assault to assess the awesome sight of Americana's exposed, black and blue breasts, still heroically resisting the pull of gravity. The All-American Heroine bit back her sobs and screams when Irina cupped her massive mammarys in her palms, hefted them as if assaying their worth, then slowly closed her fists and dug her claws deep in that proud, tawny, prized, puppy flesh. But Americana couldn't hold back the tears that ran in rivers down her cheeks to drip onto the flesh bulging between Irina's clawed fingers as she dug her nails in, twisting, pulling and punishing those beautiful breasts!
“This is so much better than I ever imagined,” Irina panted excitedly in Americana's ear as she leaned on her as her fingers savaged the Senators quivering bosom. Americana's worst nightmare was made real as Irina rained devastation on her battered breasts. Americana struggled mightily trying to stay conscious as the brutal Rich Bitch pinched, punched, pulled, and pounded her jugs, turning the underlying tissue to jelly. Americana's head lolled to the side as Irina's knuckles, over and over again, sank deep into her heroic rack.
The SMACK of despicable fist against heroic breast flesh echoed through the hushed stadium, broken only by an occasional sob or gasp from someone in the audience. Several women in the crowd fainted and were carried out by medical personnel, others became sick but refused to leave for fear of missing the inevitable comeback by the All-American heroine they 'knew' must be right around the corner.
“Don’t you dare pass out on me… YOU WILL FEEL EVERYTHING!” Irina screamed as she bitch-slapped Americana “awake” when she dared to pass out. The force of the Rich Bitch’s teeth-rattling blow shook Americana from her rope entanglement. The withered heroine puddled to the mat, crouching in agony on her knees as she leaned forward, her trembling hands cradling her devastated boobs. The rampaging villainess roughly kicked the faltering heroine onto her back in the middle of the ring.
Irina took in the sight of the thousands of horrified fans as she slowly straddled the fading legend and pinned the panicking superheroine, remembered her AMERICANA BRAND punching back and then went to work on Americana's heavy bag boobs with a vengeance.
As Irina worked into a steady rhythm, Americana mumbled as each punch landed. Soon, the pattern became audible to the audience thanks to the ringside microphones.
SPLAT "no...”
SPLAT “noo...”
SPLAT “nooo...”
Americana, her thinking growing fuzzy, her mind wandering, may have believed this was all a nightmare. 'This can’t be real... it can't be happening... not to ME' she thought. But as Thorpe stood tall over her, with a sinking in her stomach, Americana came to the realization that her battle was lost... the only question now was, how bad would it get... no matter what... she vowed to keep fighting! A superheroine never gives up.
Irina laughed with a wicked cruelty as she allowed the shattered Americana to try to get to her feet. Like a new-born doe, the battle worn Americana slowly regained a vertical base and covered her devastated, bare and battered boobs out of shame and pain… but when she looked up at her hated rival, she understood she had no choice but too keep up the fight for Truth Justice and The American way.
She bravely raised her fists… “Americana will never give in” she said between breaths as she advanced on Irina Thorpe.
The people in the crowd, those still able to watch, tried to cheer on their heroine as she swung wildly - but ineffectively - at the Rich Bitch. None of her blows landed... most didn't even come close. Not that it would’ve made much difference! Thorpe grinned a revolting smile as she easily caught a fist in midair and twisted Americana's hand and arm, slowly forcing her to her knees.
"You will be break... tonight I will own your body... and your spirit." Thorpe's threat was heard over the multiple Jumbotron screens as she slowly closed her hand to crush Americana’s captive fist. The heroine, sat back on her haunches, her good hand holding her aching fist. Americana looked out at the sea of faces of the people praying to see another heroine rushing to her rescue... but there would be no one to save her... Americana was all alone with Irina Thorpe!
Irina roughly grabbed Americana by her disheveled hair, her lean muscles rippled with strength as she lifted the half-nude superheroine overhead. Americana kicked her legs and flailed her arms helplessly as Irina showed her off to the cameras and crowd. Irina's red power stone pulsed with power while she effortlessly walked towards the ringside cameras.
A pin could have been heard dropping when Irina powered the All-American heroine down over her outstretched knee in a Backbreaker! Americana's brain exploded in pain... sky rockets and pinwheels flashed before her eyes. A normal woman's back would’ve snapped like a twig on impact as Irina held Americana with one hand crushing a battered breast and the other clamping a Crotch Claw between her fleshy thighs as she bent the ruined superheroine's body over her knee at an ever increasingly grotesque angle until Americana knew her spine was about to snap... she had nothing left... at that moment a new word entered her lexicon... surrender.
"No... more..." the heroine pitifully gasped out between pained inhales of air through her agony and humiliation.
"I can’t hear you... louder... LOUDER! I want your fans to share in my moment of triumph," Irina demanded as she increased the pressure on the vicious Backbreaker.
"No more.... please... no... no more... yuh... you... win..." Americana’s shocking surrender over the stadium loudspeakers went out for the entire world to hear. Irina had done it! The Indomitable superheroine had quit! Americana had been broken.
Satisfied with the wrecked heroin’s submission, Thorpe released her and Americana flopped on the mat where she lay in a crumpled, sobbing, pitiful, heap. An overwhelming sense of absolute humiliation swept over Americana in a wave of emotion as the enormity of her defeat began to sink in.
"KNEEL!" Irina commanded as she towered over the downed superwoman. Americana could never have imaged surrendering... not to anyone...but she simply couldn't take any more pain. She gave in to the Rich Bitch’s demand and lowered her head in shame as she knelt before her.
"YOUR MASK...” Thorpe’s words hit AOC harder than any fist but the crushed superheroine had no choice. She slowly removed her prized mask, her head bowed in shame, unable to make eye contact as she meekly held it up to Irina.
The crowd exploded in confusion and shock!
“AOC!”
“IT'S AOC"
"OMG AMERICANA IS AOC!”
Amy Oscar Cesar’s world fell apart when Irina Thorpe placed her precious mask on her own, odious, face. Pride was no longer necessary for the beaten woman and AOC's tears flowed freely down her red, flushed, cheeks....Americana was no more.
With both halves of the Power Stone now in her possession, there was no one who could stand up to Irina.
A Reign of Terror led by Irina Thorpe and her vengeful father was about to be unleashed on AOC and her friends who had foolishly dared to oppose them!
