Faith vs Lizzie

Lizzie's trashy music started as she made her way down to the ring. Immediately she was assailed by a chorus of boos and catcalls. She had quite the reputation as the dirty heel in this fed.

Lizzie curcled her lip and waved her hand deprecatingly as she made her way down to the ring. She got ine fans face and slapped at him.

"Fuck you!"

She then got into the ring and started strutting around, yakking off insults at everyone instilling the ire of the crowd even more.

It would be Faith's first televised match in the AFW and she couldn't deny she was nervous. It was a pretty big deal afterall, going from facing girls in privacy to having every detail scrutinized by the watchful eye of thousands, even millions. The tall blonde closed her eyes and took a moment to focus herself, "It was God's will I be here tonight, I must follow through!" she said softly to herself when the trashy music shifted to her own.

She stepped out onto stage, the world getting a look at her for the first time. Given her attire and her build, she was received with an overwhelming cheer that almost knocked her on her healthily sized rear end right there. Faith was a sexy woman, and like all sexy or cute females in the AFW, that would net her a certain amount of automatic popularity.... unless of course you were her opponent, Lizzie. After absorbing the initial shock of the crowd, Faith turned her attention to the girl who paced in the ring. She had a real bitchy air about her, even that much was certain from across the arena.

"So this is my task." Faith said to herself with a nod, "I will show her the error of her ways."

The big-breasted blond hopped up onto the apron and began to slip through the top and middle ropes, the crowd getting a good peak at Faith's sexy white underwear as her skirt which ran quite a bit too short revealed herself to them. Once she was in, she placed all her focus on Lizzie, uncertainty taking hold of her.

Lizzie had stared up at the aisle all the time Faith had descended with a "What kind of shit is this" look all the time. Lizzie herself was also in pretty sexy attire, her only two articles of clothing were a very tight pair of jean shorts that was smaller than most panties and showed off the curve of her butt real well, let alone the immeasurable length of her legs which only recently had been waxed for the third time that week, as well as a black tank top that was as small as most bras. The pnly thing that covered her arms were the intricate, trashy tattoos she favored.

She looked Faith up and down.

"You have to be fucking kidding me? A nun that lost her pants? Just what the hell are you supposed to be?"

Faith frowned at the girl's rude comments and responded flatly, "I'm the person who's going to defeat you in front of all these people. God hates heathens like you and he wishes I exact punishment to show you the error of your ways."

Shortly after the response, the bell rang to signal both girls to begin wrestling. Lizzie was probably the more aggressive of the two girls and as such Faith simply raised her arms to the ready and began to circle her opponent, unsure what to expect besides more rudeness.

As the bell rang, Lizzie would suddenly go to spit in Faith's face to try and distract her. If it worked she would then try to slap Faith hard across the face.

"I spit on your hairy bitch of a God."

Faith expected underhanded tactics, but underestimated just how dirty Lizzie would play. The saliva spattered into her face and Faith screamed in shock before Lizzie's hand crashed across her face like a whip, snapping Faith's head to one side, "Nnhhh!" Faith stumbled back and fell onto her butt with a soft bounce, caught completely off guard

Lizzie smirked as Faith landed on her ass and strutted around her. Then she would go for a vicious kick to the side of the head to try and put Faith into the ground more.

"God isn't going to save you now!"

"Ahhh!!" Faith cried out when Lizzie's foot connected with her head, sending her rolling on the mat in pain. All that toughness wasn't just some facade, Lizzie hit damn hard and Faith was beginning to see she wasn't prepared for so difficult a foe in her first match.

She rolled on the mat and came to rest on her back, one hand holding the side of her head. She tried to sit up but fell back down as a loud ringing grew in her ears from the vicious kick.

Lizzie sneered and turned to the crowd pointing back at Faith.

"This is your messenger of God! Your shining light! She ain't shit!"

She then turned around and would attempt to go after Faith with some angry stomps to the chest and mid section.

"I'm...your...God...now!!"

She would try to insert a stomp between each word.

Faith was reeling, perhaps she wasn't as ready for this as she had thought. She grunted in pain, her large breasts bouncing about after a quick and vicious stomp followed by another. Faith's arms clutched at her chest in a feeble attempt to protect the soft area when the blows simply shifted to her unprotected stomach.

"Aggh!! AHH!" she cried out with each blow and quickly lowered her arms back to her stomach as she began to cough, her breasts left unguarded for another malicious stomp.

It seemed like Lizzie had a special hatred for what Faith stood for brewing in her heart and she was taking every measure to punish the voluptuous blonde for it.

If Lizzie stopped her stomping, Lizzie would roll gingerly to her stomach and try to crawl away from her vicious opponent. Her short skirt would leave absolutely nothing to the imagination as her sexy white panties, clinging tightly to the curves of her ass and her sex shifting beneath them as she tried to put some distance between her and her attacker. Her tits were sore from the barrage and her stomach felt like she had been stabbed.