Lizzie vs Ms Spencer - Who Will Get Served.

It had been a while since she had competed in the ring but Lizzie felt like getting it on once more and causing some trouble.

Her dark lips smiled at the rowdy audience as they hooted and catcalled at the sight of ehr overwaxed bikini body. She carried her favorite volleyball down to the ring which she often liked to sue as an unorthodox weapon against her opponents. Who would she face tonight? Some whiny little baby brat? A prima donna? It didn't matter to her.

If Lizzie thought she was getting off easy by getting some easy brat or a prima donna as her opponent, she had another thing coming.

After Lizzie made her entrance, the music would shift to a familiar theme to the AFW's fans, that of the popular Miss Spencer. The teacher wasted no time coming down the ramp towards the ring, glaring towards Lizzie coldly through her glasses, gripping a microphone tightly in one hand and her familar ruler in the other. She had heard rumors about the unruly Lizzie returning to the ring, and she had wanted to see for herself just how bad the girl could be.

Once she hit the bottom of the ramp, she went straight for the ring steps, climbing in and signalling for her music to be cut off. As she stepped through the ropes she raised her microphone to her lips, never taking her eyes off of Lizzie, not even for a moment.

"Miss Lizzie!" She began, her voice stern and full of intention. "I had heard rumors that you were returning to the AFW. I did not think they would end up being true!" She paused, stepping to the center of the ring, letting her eyes inspect the girl closely. "I do hope you've cleaned up your act some since the last time you were in this ring, though something tells me that's quite unlikely..."

Lizzie had been smirking at Ms Spencer the whole time she had come down and delivered her tirade. As it came down to an end, she suddenly burst out laughing obnoxiously. This would carry on for some time and she nearly started to cry. Finally she wiped at her eyes as she caught her breath and took the mike.

"I was wondering if they would send a child or a slut but instead I get an old nag. Tell me, old lady, why did you really return to the ring. Mid life crisis?"

"Old hag?!" The teacher cried, reaching up to adjust her glasses as she stared at Lizzie. "I'm only 28! I'm not old at all!"

She tsked, taking a cautious step towards the girl. "You should show more respect, Miss Lizzie! And clean up your appearance, you look far too trashy for a girl of your age!"

Lizzie seethed inside at being called trashy by this older woman. On the outside she summoned up a defensive smirk to hide her rage. Then suddenly she would go to spike the ball right at Ms Spencer's face.

Miss Spencer was caught completely unaware by the surprise attack. The volleyball smashed right into her face, causing her to drop both her microphone and her ruler, and her glasses to go flying off her face as her head snapped backwards. The blonde stumbled back away from Lizzie, reaching up to grab her face with both hands in both pain and surprise at the attack.

The ref looked shock and for a moment it seemed he might intervene but Lizzie glared at him, intimidatingly.

"Ring the bell!"

The ref hesitated but then signalled for the bell to get the match started. Lizzie then dashed for the ropes and would try to careen at Ms Spencer with a big clothesline attack while she was trying to recover.

Getting a volleyball to the face hurt like hell, and so Miss Spencer was still reeling from the attack when Lizzie charged in at her. Her clothesline struck the teacher right in her upper chest, and down the blonde went, ending up flat on her back with a surprised cry.

Lizzie smirked down at Ms Spencer, her dark lips twisting cruelly. Then she strutted by ropes raising the clothesling arm in the air as if to show off eliciting a chrous of boos from the face fans.

She then turned back to Ms Spencer watching the teacher thrash around in pain. She would wait a bit for Ms Spejncer to try and stir and possibly rise before attempting to come in with a kick to the skull.

Miss Spencer lied upon the mat for several long moments, listening to the crowd booing Lizzie. Eventually, she began to stir, sitting up slowly...only for Lizzie to charge in, swinging a kick towards her skull. The girl's leg found it's mark, the kick smashing into the side of Miss Spencer's head, the force of it knocking the teacher onto her side again, where she would lie upon the mat once more.