The pray in the spider web: Widowmaker (debut) vs Lilly Maringly

Match type: Standard

Winning condition: Via Pin, Submission, count out or DQ

Lilly Maringly:

Vs

Widowmaker:

Widowmaker was standing backstage, rubbing her neck. Tonight was her first match in the AFW. The French didn´t ask for this match, she was more or less forced right into it. She was a part of the AFW for some time now but she never competed in one match to this point. Okay she did competed in one match… better said in two matches. But she wasn’t official booked in one match until this point. And now the bosses came to her telling her that it couldn’t go on like this. She couldn´t just keep interfering in matches and not having any on her own. So it came that she was booked to face an opponent this evening.
She wasn´t really nervous. Like a good huntress she did some study’s on her pray before this evening came. The girl that would step into the ring with her couldn´t really be called an opponent for her. She was way smaller then her and by sure Widowmaker was heavier and a lot fitter. And as she got out of the files it didn´t seem like her opponent know to fight at all. This match was in no way thought to be competitive. It would more likely be there just to entertain the crowed. Like a public execution.

Not that the French would mind taking part in something like that, hell no. She would even get paid to train a bit on this moving dummy. And Widow was pretty sure that this would be fun.

After stretching her neck for some times, she woman would turn around walking away from her locker with long steps. She got a evil smile on her lips. While she stepped out of the locker room into the backstage area. She was wearing a purple top and a pair of purple trousers. It was pretty obvious what her favorite color was, after all she painted her whole body in purple for the match. This earned her a few strange looks but meanwhile she was used to them.

The cold was slowly sneaking through her nude feet right into her flesh. This was another thing many people didn´t get, why she was refusing to put boots on for a match. It was pretty simple for her; she was just much faster without these heavy things holding her down. And she enjoyed the feeling of her bare feet hitting and opponent while kicking him around.

Widowmaker didn´t had to wait long in the backstage area until her music started to play. Labyrinth
The this slow music Widow slowly stepped out into the open. The whole arena was dark when she stepped out, just a few pretty weak and dark lights were shining at her, while smoke was rising from her left and right, covering her to make it even harder to see her.

“Introducing First, Standing tall with 5 foot 9 and weighing about 165lbs, the deadliest predator around. The woman never missing her target, the Widowmaker!"

Above the head of the French woman of the Titantron a spider web was shown at first that started to grow bigger and bigger, until it started even to grow over the entrance ramp and the ring. Only after the web reached the ring Widow started to move forwards slowly, taking big slow steps. The whole time she was walking down to the ring she was covered into smoke.

The reaction of the crowd was more negative. Although it was her first match, Widowmaker already got on their bad side through ambushing Tracer in her matches. But the French wasn´t caring about the crowds reaction for her, she didn´t give a carp about them. She was here to fight and not entertain them.

After reaching the ring, Widow dirkelty walked around the ring to her corner. She would grab the bottom rope and started to pull herself up on it, before grabbing the second rope. While pulling herself out she would slowly put her feet onto the apron then onto the ropes. Slowly climbing up the ropes, she would stop when her butt was about as high as the apron and her hand where holding on to the middle and top rope. Now she was about o show off a little bit, pulling her butt higher and higher, while lifting her feet straight up into the air, she was suddenly standing upside down the with one hand holding on to the ring post and the other to the middle rope.
Then she would slowly let her legs coming back down brining them over the top rope first, before pushing her hip after it. Then with one fast move she would let herself come down onto the mat before pulling her upper body over the top rope as well.

Widow would walk up and down in the ring, before the ref told her to get into the corner, where she would have been checked for weapons.

Lilly would be sitting in the backstage area biting her fingernails nervously as she watched her opponents entrance on a small tv. She shivered as she saw the sinister look in the spider woman's eyes. She was also confused as to why her opponents skin was purple. She didn't want to be here. She didn't want to fight or anything. She just wanted to run but due to her situation with sandy, She had no other option but to take place in this match.

Lilly would hear her music start. She couldn't help but begin to shake in fear as she would just walk and not do anything really showy on her way to the ring. She would nervously wave at a few fans but other than that, She would just keep her head down as she walked.

"COMING DOWN THE RAMP RIGHT NOW IS LILLY MARINGLY!!! STANDING AT 4 FT 9 AND A PUNY WEIGHT OF 95 POUNDS... GOOD LUCK!"

Lilly would blush as she made it to the ring. even the announcer didn't believe in her. And why would she. This match was obviously set up to humiliate lilly in front of a crowd. She would slowly climb up onto the apron and roll under the ropes. Lilly would get up and brush her self off. She would try to avoid any contact with her foe as she would go straight to her corner and not face the purple girl. She would begin to do her stretches for she knew she did not want to be tight for the stretching and beating she was about to receive.

With a big smile on her face Widow watched her opponent coming to the ring. When the French woman was backstage she thought about beating the fighting spirit right out of this girl. But now it seems like there was no spirit to beat out of her to begin with. Although Widow was pretty sure she would find anything else to knock out of her, if she just keep beating her for long enough.

The small girl entered the ring without looking around much or even saying a word to her bigger opponent. That was a pretty rude behavior, but the French was pretty sure she could change that and make this little girl talk… and scream!

After waiting a bit longer the ref would finally open the match and the ring bell would ring. Widowmaker would push herself out of her corner walking into the center of the ring with a confident walk keeping her eyes locked onto her opponent. Trying to close in the distance as fast as possible, Widow Didn´t waste any time coming after her opponent. She would try to reach out with one of her hands hand hopping being able to grab a handful her the hair of her opponent pulling her head backwards into her neck. With her free hand the French would put a pretty powerful slap onto the face of her opponent before putting her own face right in front of that of Lilly. She would stare her into her eyes. “Didn´t your parents teach you that it is really impolite to not greet people or look them into the eyes… hm looks like this leason is for me to teach you… and I am looking forward to this!” With these words Widow would start to pull the hair of her opponent up a bit higher, trying to make her suffer.

Lilly would hear the bell ring and close her eyes tight. She would stay in her corner and just prepare for the worst. She would hear her opponent approaching and only let out a whimper as she felt her neck get grabbed. She would gasp and cough until she felt a hot slap land across her face leaving a red hand print.

"I... I'm sorry miss..." Lilly would stammer a response to her opponents angry threat. Her voice would crack as her hair was pulled up higher. Her eyes would close shut as tears were already forming in the corners one her eyes. She would softly kick her feet and arms but not struggle or try to fight back. She was against hurting others even when they deserved it. She would just stand here and take it in front of the crowd.

The wound on her forehead got a little bit bigger after this move.  

Widow would shake her head. This would even be more fun than she expected, this little slut was already starting to cry… and she didn´t do anything to her until now. Slowly licking over her lips Widow would think about what to do next. After deciding what she wanted to throw at the small girl next she just tried to push her backwards into her own corner, trying to fix her there, by putting her arms over the top rope. After that the Frnech would step back looking at her pray with a evil smile.

Without any warning she would step forward again raising her hand and putting a heavy slap with her flat right hand right across the chest of the smaller girl, putting as much force behind this single slap as she could, trying to make it hearable through the whole arena. After that Widow would wait a moment just enjoying the view of her work. She wanted to break her opponent, but she wanted to do it slowly.

Lilly would not even put an effort in as she was pushed back, her feet would slide and she would almost stumble and lose her footing only to fall into the corner.

Lilly looked her purple opponent in the eyes and noticed the sinister grin on her face. She would see her wind up and wince before a yelp escaped her mouth. The slap was surprisingly loud And made her eyes shoot open as some of her breasts turned a bright red. Her eyes would look down at her own breast before looking up at the purple woman standing in front of her.

Lilly would still be leaning against the turnbuckle unable to move. She was paralyzed with fear and shock from the slap which wasn't good because it looked like her dominator was just getting started.

Widow watched how less her opponent reacted to the slap onto her chest. That wasn´t going like she expected, she had hopped at a loud scream of pain and maybe a few more tears in her eyes. Instead all she reached with this move was that the breasts of the little scum turned red. That might have been a nice view, but the French preferred a sound to pictures.

Maybe another one would lose the tough of her small opponent. Widow stepped forward again, grabbing the hair of her opponent again to pull the head back again, so the chest of Lilly would be as outstanding as possible. Lilly didn´t have small boobs, what gave the French already plenty of surface to attack, but increasing it wasn´t a bad thing. Again Widowmaker let her hand come down, letting it slap right onto the chest of her opponent, trying to increase the force behind the slap.

Again after this slap Widowmaker stepped backwards away from her opponent, but this time she wouldn´t only watch her. Instead as soon as the French brought some distance between the two women, she would stop before stepping back forwards, lifting her right leg upwards and launching her bare foot right into the stomach of Lilly by performing a kind of superkick. This should make her produce any sound.

Lilly would be fearfully watching her opponent as her purple opponent carried a dissatisfied look. Her eyes would widen when she was grabbed by the hair again and she was yanked back to expose her chest. Her breasts already red and stinging she would whine and whimper as she expected what was next.

Another loud smack sounded throughout the ring and following this time was a high pitch squeal from Lilly. "P..please.... don... GUH!!!!" Lilly's pleads would be canceled as a strong kick landed directly on her gut. She would gasp and begin to cough as the air was forced out of her. She folded over and fell to her knees clutching her stomach. Tears flowing slightly more free now.

Finally! Looks like this little slut was able to give some noises. And they sounded so great in the years of the sadistic French.A loud high pinched screamed followed by begs for mercy.

But these hit just death ears. Widow Wouldn´t holds back anything against the small scumbag. No these screams where only fighting her up making her to hit her even harder and harder.

The purple woman would step forward before reaching down trying to grab the hair of her opponent and pulling her upwards a bit that she wasn´t bowing forward any more.

Looking down to her for some moments with a smile on her face she thought what should come next. Then in one fast moment Widow pulled the head of her opponent forward putting her under her arm pitch, locking her into a headlock. Then the French woman would throw her upper body backwards, trying to let it fall to the floor pulling the head of her opponent with her, trying to drive it right into the mat with a DDT.

if successful Widow would roll away from her opponent and would get up to her knees.

Lilly would continue to cry softly. She would be looking at the floor of the ring until the purple woman grabbed her by the hair and forced her to look into her eyes. Her pupils would grow and her eyes would widen in fear as she saw the sadistic smile across her opponents face.

Lilly would tell as her head was tucked quickly into widows armpit before she was forced forward. Her head would connect with the hard mat surface and her world was shaken. Her ears were ringing and she saw odd fluttering lights as she rolled onto her back slowly. Her eyes would be wide and her mouth would hang open as drool would being to drip from her mouth. She was completely stunned and open for her opponents next attack.