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The world buzzed for weeks as the world press descended on Zurich to watch The German Valkyrie take on the Amazing Amazon. The arena was at full capacity with radio reporters, news cameramen and unarmed soldiers from both sides. Tension filled the air as an International crowd and a world-wide radio audience eagerly awaited the two combatants. For many, it was their first time to see the fabled Wonder Woman in action with their own eyes. Others eagerly anticipated the unveiling the Axis’ own Superwoman… and to find out if the Valkyrie was for real.

Diana could barely contain her own excitement. She had a real bone to pick with Fausta and intended to take her down a peg for the USA. She loved to boost morale whenever she could and had demanded the USO send enlisted men to watch her in action. Knocking the surfing out of ‘The Valkyrie' would make her boys' day.

Wonder Woman burst out from behind the curtain in her signature outfit adorned in her stunning stars and stripes cape. The Allied side of the crowd exploded as Diana waved to the crowd awash in their cheers and support.

“My God its really her!”
“Shes even more beautiful in person!”
“Shes gonna kick the German bitch’s butt!”

Wonder Woman smiled at the comments of her star-struck supporters as she climbed into the ring and smiled for the cameras. She basked in the wash of flashbulb lights as she slowly removed her cape to reveal her revered figure as she handed the garment to a ringside attendant. The legendary Superheroine was as confident as ever as she stretched in her corner. The crowd had reached an anxious buzz as they waited for Diana's opponent to appear.

They waited...
And they waited...

It seemed an eternity for the mostly Pro-Allied crowd and Wonder Woman began to wonder if the so-called 'Valkyrie' had chickened out. Then, suddenly, the crowd fell silent as Fausta appeared thru the curtain; her blonde hair up in a battle braid, her lush body covered from the neck down by a black and red cloak.

A low roar emanated from the smaller Axis contingent as their own Superwoman made her way into the ring. Fausta ignored the crowd, her steely cold eyes fixed on her opponent waiting across the ring. Wonder Woman was relieved Fausta had shown up, but noted something was different about her since their last meeting. But Diana couldn't put her finger on just what it was that had changed.

"Could she be taller? No, that's not it," the heroine thought.

Fausta entered and turned her back on the Amazon. Wonder Woman watched as Fausta's cloak fell around her feet and an audible gasp echoed from the Allies in the crowd when the blonde Valkyrie slowly turned to face Wonder Woman in a skin-tight black leather outfit barely up to the Herculean task of containing Fausta's fearsome 32G rack. About her waist she wore the "Artifact" - a black belt with a big red stone.

The smile on Wonder Woman's face disappeared once she was face-to-face with the woman sworn to destroy her. "Great Hera, that belt seems to have enhanced her aura," Diana thought as Fausta's awesome chest rose and fell with excitement.

Wonder Woman's DD breasts were iconic - and the envy of women around the world - but they'd never been up against a bosom with breasts that could match hers... not until tonight! For the first time in her storied career, Diana felt something strange... yes, it was partly envy, but also something in the back of her head that rapidly dropped to to her stomach.

"What is that feeling?" the fabled heroine wondered as she stared at her opponent, suddenly worrying the legend of another power belt may be true. “Could it be fear?" she worried, but Wonder Woman quickly shook off those thoughts in order to focus on the task at hand.

Description

ART BY rustedpeaces.deviantart.com/

The world buzzed for weeks as the world press descended on Zurich to watch The German Valkyrie take on the Amazing Amazon. The arena was at full capacity with radio reporters, news cameramen and unarmed soldiers from both sides. Tension filled the air as an International crowd and a world-wide radio audience eagerly awaited the two combatants. For many, it was their first time to see the fabled Wonder Woman in action with their own eyes. Others eagerly anticipated the unveiling the Axis’ own Superwoman… and to find out if the Valkyrie was for real.

Diana could barely contain her own excitement. She had a real bone to pick with Fausta and intended to take her down a peg for the USA. She loved to boost morale whenever she could and had demanded the USO send enlisted men to watch her in action. Knocking the surfing out of ‘The Valkyrie' would make her boys' day.

Wonder Woman burst out from behind the curtain in her signature outfit adorned in her stunning stars and stripes cape. The Allied side of the crowd exploded as Diana waved to the crowd awash in their cheers and support.

“My God its really her!”
“Shes even more beautiful in person!”
“Shes gonna kick the German bitch’s butt!”

Wonder Woman smiled at the comments of her star-struck supporters as she climbed into the ring and smiled for the cameras. She basked in the wash of flashbulb lights as she slowly removed her cape to reveal her revered figure as she handed the garment to a ringside attendant. The legendary Superheroine was as confident as ever as she stretched in her corner. The crowd had reached an anxious buzz as they waited for Diana's opponent to appear.

They waited...
And they waited...

It seemed an eternity for the mostly Pro-Allied crowd and Wonder Woman began to wonder if the so-called 'Valkyrie' had chickened out. Then, suddenly, the crowd fell silent as Fausta appeared thru the curtain; her blonde hair up in a battle braid, her lush body covered from the neck down by a black and red cloak.

A low roar emanated from the smaller Axis contingent as their own Superwoman made her way into the ring. Fausta ignored the crowd, her steely cold eyes fixed on her opponent waiting across the ring. Wonder Woman was relieved Fausta had shown up, but noted something was different about her since their last meeting. But Diana couldn't put her finger on just what it was that had changed.

"Could she be taller? No, that's not it," the heroine thought.

Fausta entered and turned her back on the Amazon. Wonder Woman watched as Fausta's cloak fell around her feet and an audible gasp echoed from the Allies in the crowd when the blonde Valkyrie slowly turned to face Wonder Woman in a skin-tight black leather outfit barely up to the Herculean task of containing Fausta's fearsome 32G rack. About her waist she wore the "Artifact" - a black belt with a big red stone.

The smile on Wonder Woman's face disappeared once she was face-to-face with the woman sworn to destroy her. "Great Hera, that belt seems to have enhanced her aura," Diana thought as Fausta's awesome chest rose and fell with excitement.

Wonder Woman's DD breasts were iconic - and the envy of women around the world - but they'd never been up against a bosom with breasts that could match hers... not until tonight! For the first time in her storied career, Diana felt something strange... yes, it was partly envy, but also something in the back of her head that rapidly dropped to to her stomach.

"What is that feeling?" the fabled heroine wondered as she stared at her opponent, suddenly worrying the legend of another power belt may be true. “Could it be fear?" she worried, but Wonder Woman quickly shook off those thoughts in order to focus on the task at hand.