Faith vs Lizzie

Lizzie blushed slightly as Faith pressed herself against her body and gave her recently waxed leg a good feel as she lifted it for the pinfall. Lizzie struggled as the ref started to count but the bad leg indeed gave her horrible leverage.

As the ref reached 2, Lizzie in a panic swung her left arm over trying to deliver a desperate palm strike across faith's face.

Lizzie half expected it was over and so wasn't prepared to defend against a lash out attack. The palm smacked against her face, snapping her head back with a deep grunt. Faith would clutch her face and fall off of Lizzie to her side, laying next to her for the moment on her back.

"Two-count!" the ref announced and signaled for the girls to continue

Lizzie rolled over with a groan stll grabbing at her hurt leg.

That bitch! I just had these legs of mine done.

I would take a few seconds for Lizzie to recover enough that she would try to limp back up to a standing position.

About the same time that Lizzie was getting back to her feet, so to was Faith. She shot a glance over and noticed that Lizzie was favoring her leg and calculated that the small bit of damage she had inflicted had went further than she thought. While Lizzie was still turned away from her, she would try to close the distance and tackle Lizzie down to the mat by throwing herself into the back of the Brit's legs in an attempt to clip her. If this succeeded and she took Lizzie down to the mat, she would grab for the ankle of the good leg, preparing to try and damage it by locking in an ankle log after positioning the Brit on her belly and getting behind her

Lizzie had barely gotten to her feet when Faith tackled her, knee level from behind. Lizzie cried out and went down on her face.

Then she felt Faith grabbing her foot from behind. She tried to twist to look back angrily.

"Leave my fucking legs alone! You know how much bodywaxing costs?"

Then the ankle lock was locked in. Lizzie twisted back around facng front and screaming like a hell cat. Her upper body flopped spasmodically on the mat making loud thumping sounds as scrambled all over the place trying to get away but she was firmly held.

"AaaaaaaaHHHH!!!!! Fucking bitch!!!! Yeaaaarghhhh!!!!! Shit!!!!!!"

"Who's my God now?" Faith asked with a frown as she jerked the ankle harder, "WHO IS YOUR GOD NOW!?!?"

Thinking back to Lizzie's blasphemous remarks only seemed to infuriate the sexy nun and she was showing no mercy to the thrashing Brit. She wanted to cripple the girl, make it so she couldn't stand for a week at least.

Faith was still playing this by ear and she didn't want Lizzie to adapt to her hold and figure a way out. She wanted to keep the freshly waxed girl guessing and so after a few more moments she would release the ankle lock and immediately try a different move. With Lizzie still on her front, she would try to grab the legs at the knees and position Lizzie into a boston crab. If she managed to get her into position she would sit her generous ass down into Lizzie's, grinding her soft cheeks into her opponents as she pulled back on the legs, bending the girl painfully

Lizzie thrashed in the ankle lock ad as helpless as Fait transitioned it into the boston crab. The pressure then went from her legs to her back. This however seemed to give Lizzie enough time to shore up her intestinal foritude and though she suffered in the bston crab she would try to pull to the ropes.

She seemed to alternate between bobbing her head up and down in the boston crab. Her upper body might be free to act but her lower body and long legs belonged to Faith right now.

"Augh! Oh my God! Fucking hell!"

The proud streetsmart Brit started to fight bac tears at this moment as she struggled to grab the lower ropes.

Faith noticed Lizzie was managing to drag their combined weight towards the safety of the ropes and thought about switching her hold again, but it did seem like she would reach them soon so Faith elected to hold on as long as she could, dealing as much damage before the ref instructed her to let go. Faith couldn't deny, she was taking pleasure in Lizzie's pained curses and screams and reluctantly released her once she got to the ropes.

The blonde stood up and looked down at her foe. Wanting to pay her back for earlier, Faith would close in to kick Lizzie in the ribs hard to roll her over to her back. If this worked, she would then stomp the hell out of Lizzie's breasts, swapping between the chest and stomach just like Lizzie had done. Faith would also grind her armored boot heel down into the soft sensitive breasts upon a successful stomp to coax a bit more agony from it. She was going to make Lizzie suffer as much as possible

After much struggling and screaming Lizzie finally reached the ropes and grabbed them. As Faith held on her screams got louder with anger and pain. "Ref! Get her the fuck off me!!!!!"

She sobbed in relief and favored her back as she was let go. Then she was kicked on her back and started to get stomped all over.

"Shit! Mother...! Fuck!"

Screaming out with each hit. Then she flailed around on ground like she was having a seizure as her breast got grinded.

After punishing Lizzie on the ground for a bit more, she let up a second, trying to figure out what would be her next course of action while she watched the Brit writhe on her back.

She reached down to grab Lizzie by her top, trying to yank it up and off of her body to expose the tits she had been working over which would also pull Lizzie up to a sitting position if she didn't resist. If Faith managed to get this far she would move to sit behind the Brit and wrap her armored boots around the girl's torso in a body scissor while her arms shot under Lizzie's arm pits to try and full nelson her while her legs worked the torso. This would also put the Brit's tits on display for the crowd as they shook and jiggled in the double hold