Faith vs Lizzie

Lizzie jerked wit the hump.

"Augh!"

At this moment she was hurt so bad that she was crying all over the place and it made it hard for her to talk.

"Aaaaahhhh!! Aaaaahhhhhh!!! I...sob...I'm sorry!! PLease stop! I...I...I'll go to church...I...aggghhhh!!!"

Her face was scrunched up and red and tears flowed like a river onto the mat. She curled up a bit and punched weakly at Faith's leg in pain and frustration.

"Leggo! Leggooooo!!!!! Sob! Sob!"

Their roles had almost completely reversed. Now it was Lizzie who was on the receiving end and Faith who was severely enjoying the sight of her foe's pain, almost chuckling evilly as she listened to the Brit cry and beg. This was a truly succulent victory and exactly how Faith wanted to have her debut match, with a big win.

Finally, after savoring the taste of her foe's submission good and long, Faith undid their legs, letting Lizzie go and accepting her submission to which the referee called for the bell. Faith gave a deep exhale before pushing herself back up to her feet, letting her shadow loom over Lizzie's downed and crying form. For a moment, Faith considered remorse... what she did, holding the leglock so long could have done some actual serious damage to the Brit's legs. But that moment passed and soon Faith felt better when her music started and the referee raised her hand high into the air.

Faith gently placed her heeled foot right atop Lizzie's soft breasts and posed for the fans, the flashbulbs twinkling around the arena. She took a few moments to enjoy that before she finally stepped out of the ring and headed to the back, a large smile across her face. Never once did she look back, never once did she feel guilt for what she had done.

As Faith turned to go Lizzie choked as she curled up in ball there.

"No...please...don't leave me here..."