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

Widow was kneeing right next to her opponent looking at her with a smile. It didn´t seem like she would be able to get back into the fight anytime… okay to be fair she was never really in the fight, but Without any problems the purple Woman could simply lay on top of her opponent and do the three count to bring home her first pick victory.

But this wouldn’t be so much fun. Widow wanted enjoy this match a bit,
torturing her opponent and making her suffer as muss as possible. After licking one time over her lips Widow would slowly stand back up stepping closer to her opponent, standing over her body.

The French would slowly bow foreword, trying to grab the left leg of Lilly to pull it straight upwards. Widow would look down to her opponent and smile. “If you dare and tap out I will break you apart after the match!”, she was telling her looking at her with a smirk showing that she meant it seriously. Then Widow would step around the leg of her opponent, warping one of her own legs around hers and then start to twist the leg by pulling at the toe´s of her opponent, before trapping the foot between her legs. She tried to put her into a Spinning Toehold, trying to make the poor girl suffer a bit more. With all she had she would try to bend the leg of her opponent to imply as much pain as possible.
 

Lilly would still be in shock as she laid in the middle of the ring. The ceiling was spinning and the lights were so bright. She felt like she could just lay there forever. That was until she snapped out of her trance when she felt her left leg being pulled straight upwards. "Oh please! please god no!" Lilly would begin to beg as she heard the French woman's threat.

Lilly was expecting to feel some pain but she wasn't ready for this. Her leg was locked into such an odd and painful position. She would scream and shriek loudly as she felt as though her leg was going to snap in half. Her hands would raise off the mat and she was about to tap out but right before a hand hit the mat, She remembered the threat. She would start convulsing violently as she would put her hands up to her face covering her eyes as she began to sob.

Lilly was in hell. She was fighting a much stronger opponent who just seemed to be toying with her. This match could of been over with a single move and a pin but no. It seemed like this was just a normal part of the AFW.

"WAHHHH! Pppp ple... please!" Lilly would be stammering as she looked up at her purple opponent before she would lay her head back down again wiping the tears from her own face. She would cover her mouth trying to control her screaming and crying but she couldn't help it.

The French sadist was pretty happy about her work and she enjoyed seeing her opponent suffer like that. The screams, the tears and the painful look on the face of her opponent, it all just fit together so perfectly, making this scene so beautiful to watch. And it was almost no work to pull it all off. Widow only needed to apply a simple submission move to bring her this far.

Widow saw that Lily was thinking about tapping out to her, already raising her hand over the mat a bit. This made the French woman angry. She told her to not do it and what did she do, she was already thinking about this, while being in this hold only for a short time. After a few more moment, in which Lilly luckily didn´t tap, Widow would finally letting go of the leg of her opponent letting it fall down to the floor.
“You parents must be proud of you little slut!”, said the French while spitting down to her opponent´s face and smiling at her. Then Widow would slowly raise her leg before stomping onto the same leg of Lilly she just had in the toe hold. She would stomp down onto the leg a few times without holding back. Normally she would say this would make sure her opponent couldn´t fight back… but in this match she wanted to make sure that she didn´t run away so easily.  Although it really not looked like that this slut would run anywhere…

Widow would then bow down trying to get a handful of her opponents beautiful blond hair and would pull her over to the next corner, setting her up with her back against the corner. “Stay right hear little slut I will be back soon!” She said with a fake lovely voice, before stepping away from her opponent.
While Widow was walking away from her the ref was checking on Lilly if she still was able to go on.

Lilly would sigh in relief as her leg was released from the painful hold. She would clutch it with both hands rubbing up and down her shin as she would rock back and forth on her back trying to sooth herself and calm down. Unfortunately there would be no time for this. Lilly would look up at her tormenter with fear in her eyes. She would hear the parents comment and blush closing her eyes and crying a little more. Not only was she being physically dominated, She was also being verbally and mentally dominated as well.

Lilly's eyes would open wide as the purple french spit on her face. Some of the spit got into her mouth and she would gag and cough at the disgusting act. "ewww." Lilly would moan before she felt another sharp pain surge throughout her leg. "Ahhhh! Please no more!" Lilly would scream and squeal at the top of her lungs as she felt her opponents stomping her already damaged and bruised leg.

After the leg beating, Lilly would lay on the mat clutching her leg again trying to rub the pain away only to be grabbed by her hair and yanked over towards one of the corners. Lilly would first try and leave but as soon as she heard her opponents orders, she decided to be submissive and obey. She would stay in the corner and watch her opponent walk away. She couldn't help but stare at the large muscular and shapely butt cheeks of the purple woman's as she walked with her large hips.

The ref would be trying to communicate with Lilly and Lilly was completely distracted. The only thing she heard was "can you go on?" The first thing that popped into her head was to yell out "NO!" but than she remembered what would happen if she tapped out, It was pretty easy to tell that if she were to quit, the same thing would happen. She would close her eyes as tears ran down her cheeks. "Yes... I... I can. go on..." Lilly would say quietly to the ref. She would put her head down and just wait to see what the purple heel had in store for her next. All she knew is that it was either going to be humilating or painful or even worse, both!

Widow was slowly walking through the ring. The fans were booing her loudly for beating up such a cute girl, that wasn’t even fighting back right now. But Widow wasn´t minding the booing of the fans, instead she was taking a bath in them enjoying them as much as possible. Even doing a small movement with her hand, trying to make the fans louder in their booing. And the fans disliked this as well.

After some time the French has crossed the whole ring and was now standing at the opposite corner. Slowly turning around looking at Lilly. The ref was right next to her talking to her. What the hell does he think he was doing there? He should stay in the background and only act when widow was about to put that little bitch on the floor for the three count. He shouldn´t get into the way of any move´s widow was setting up. When Widow couldn´t stand something, than when someone was trying to screw up her plans, by interfering. And that was just what the ref was doing there, by standing in her way.

“hey ref, move it! We have a match here!”, she would scream over the ring. The ref would look at her with a shocked face over to her, but she was only staring at him angrily. With a intimidated look on his face, he would slowly turn his face away before stepping slowly away from the small girl reopening the path of the French. The purple woman would stare a bit longer at him, showing him that he shouldn´t mess with her and better stay calm from here on.

After Widow was done staring she would look right back at her small opponent. She was just there were Widow left her, seemed like this idiot of a ref didn´t screw it up, luckily for him. The French would smile at her opponent with a evil smirk, while leaning forward in the corner, while having her feet as close to the corner. Though holding on to the top ropes, widow avoided falling forwards. She would hang like this for some moments just watching her opponent lay there in the corner. But suddenly without any sign why, Widow would let go of the ropes and started to run through the ring. She would try to speed up as much as possible, picking up as much speed as possible whole running through the ring.

And when she was close enough she would jump a bit into the air, while trying to turn around pushing her butt out. Widow wanted to hit Lilly right with her rear end into the face. That wasn´t one of her usual moves, but she knew it was effective and humiliating against the smaller woman. And that was all that was important right now.

Lilly would regret telling the ref she was able to continue. She would watch her opponent standing in that awkward position kind of confused as of what her opponent had planned. All of that would be answered as she saw the purple woman come sprinting full speed towards her.

"Oh god... please don't let this be real!" Lilly would beg and pray to herself. Lilly's eyes would widen as she saw the speed of the french and her eyes would only get wider as the girl would jump and turn around hitting her directly in the face with a devistating hip attack. The back of Lilly's head was slammed against the turnbuckle while the front of her head was hit with the purple woman's beautiful rear. Lilly always thought how it would feel to be hit hard with a woman's large bottom. Would it really hurt that bad or would her face just sink into the flesh. Her question was answered as it did hurt. Plus it was extremely humiliating.

Her mouth would hang open as she was completely stunned. Lilly waited to see if Widow would move away from her stunned body or stay in place to rub her rear in to her face.

Widow´s little move seemed to be pretty effective, and so the small girl was send to the lands of the dreams… What a bit Widow was preferring to hurt opponent who can scream in pain when they get beaten up. But maybe the French could wake her opponent up in a pretty gentle way and bring her back into the match that way.

Maybe when she would do it like that. Widow would pull her hips a bit forwards, before throwing them right back, trying to hit her rear end right into the face of her opponent. Then she would pull her hips forward again, doing the same thing over and over again, just to hurt and humiliate the smaller girl. She would do this for some time until the ref told her that she should stop it or otherwise she would get dq. Widow would bite her lips, she needed to hold herself back not getting DQ by beating up the dame Referee right here and right now. Slowly the French woman would step away from the smaller one giving her some time to breathe. Widow would use this chance to walk to another corner again and lean backwards against it taking a short break. She wanted to see if Lilly would be able to recover a bit, maybe if she would be able to get back to her feet. if yes that would be just beautiful, so Widow would get another chance of throwing her back down again!

Lilly would sit there motionless against the corner. Her face smushed in between the purple woman's soft and big butt cheeks. even with it being such a humiliating move It was almost comforting for the little one, Her face wedged in between such warm and soft cheeks.

Lilly would begin to stir as she felt the ass get peeled away from her face only to be rudely awakened by it crashing back into her face. Her eyes would widen every time Widow would pull her hips forward and they would close every time her face was hit with the big soft weapon of an ass. Lilly had to endure this move for a good 5 minuets before the ref decided to cut her a break by threatening to DQ widow if she kept up the merciless butt crushes.

Lilly would gasp for the much needed air as she saw the purple woman walking towards the other corner. Her eyes would be fluttering and she would be drooling but she was now conscious. The purple heel's move had worked. Lilly was awake and would be able to scream in pain the next time widow would attack. Lilly's breathing was shallow and she took a minuet to reach for the ropes to help her up. Her legs would shake cutely as she stood and never let go of the ropes always using them as support. She would look over at the purple heel making accidental eye contact with her. She would quickly look away and blush as she stood in the opposite corner waiting to see whats next.

Widow was looking over the ring with a curious look on her face. Interesting. Her opponent was able to pull herself back to her feet slowly, but constantly. Even after all Widow throw at her she still wanted to go on? Okay that weren´t the worst moves Widow could pulled out but still, Lilly looked more like a girl that would break under the smalles weight and she still wanted to more.
That was more than fine for widow. She would smirk at her opponent before letting herself fall forwards using this chance to speed up again. Lilly was stupid enough to look away from Widow, so she wouldn´t see her coming. Widow would try to sped up a bit more, this time she wouldn’t go for humiliation instead she just wanted to hurt that little bitch as badly as she could. When widow was close enough to her opponent she would try to jump up into the air, bringing her feet in front of her. Then with both of her nude feet she would try to smash them right against the chest of the smaller girl with a missile drop kick.

That should do some on the smaller girl and throw her backwards into the corner again. The fans were booing the French louder and louder.

Lilly was soon regretting her choice of standing up. Her whole body was weakly shaking as it struggled to stay up. She regretted even more looking away from the purple heel and dropping the guard she never really had.

Lilly would be looking up at the bright lights of the arena when suddenly it felt like a semi truck hit her directly in the chest, or better yet a missle. She flew off of her feet and back into the corner with the feet still attached to her chest. When she hit the corner she heard a loud crunch and she wasn't sure if it was her own ribs cracking or just the turnbuckle creaking against such a powerful move. Either way she would begin sobbing and crying loudly as her weak arms tried to lift off the mat and comfort her chest. Tears streamed down her face as she made breathless sobbing noises as she couldn't catch her breath. Her hair was a mess as she began to sweat from exhaustion. She would be sitting in the corner a bawling mess which was probably exactly what the purple heel wanted.