The Prophet's Greatest Sin: Isaiah Bowen Vs "Gothica" Julie Merriweather (D)

[SimplyWoo]

Gothica felt Isaiah release the hold as she stopped bridging as she rested her back on the mat, taking a few deep breaths, she then shifted to laying sideways as she rested her elbow on the mat and brought her hand to rest on her cheek, keeping her face propped up as she smirked at Isaiah. "Mmm, I think I need my cigarette back after that one." She teased as she then stood up, though she was clutching her ribs, no doubt definitely feeling the effects of the finisher nearly finishing her. She then strutted her way over to Isaiah. "I guess the chapter is still open." She mentioned though she suddenly narrowed her eyes giving him a kick to the midsection before she hooked an arm around his head pulling it to her side as she immediately dropped down to D.D.T. the holy man.

[SimplePride]

Isaiah shook his head in disgust. Who's bright idea was it to have a Prophet and a witch in the ring together? Isaiah didn't have time to curse whoever put this match together, as Gothica kicked him square in the belly, and as with a lot of times in this match, he found himself nestled next to Gothica's breasts. Thankfully, all she did was drop him with a DDT. Isaiah started to see those little birdies tweet around his head as he slowly got up. Isaiah, not wanting to wait until Gothica decides to molest him or something, reared back and attempted a discus clothesline, hoping to knock Gothica down a peg or two...

[SimplyWoo]

Gothica noticed Isaiah step back and go into a spin, she ducked and rushed forward, just avoiding the clothesline as she then stopped in her tracks as she turned her head to look at Isaiah. She then hopped towards him, raising her leg out of the slit of her dress to rise high into the air to try to connect towards Isaiah's chest or face with a clothesline style of kick much like Booker T's Harlem Sidekick.

[SimplePride]

Time seemed to go slower as Isaiah realized he missed the clothesline, and now knowing he was wide open for a counter attack. Sure enough, he turned around, and, in what seemed like slow motioned, Gothica raised her leg and connected a sweeping kick right to the dome, Isaiah was sent back and was noticeably blushing: he had seen his opponent's underwear, though, wearing what she was, that was inevitable. He was sent tumbling into the corner and soon found himself sitting in the corner, looking up at Gothica, who once again had that evil grin on her face.

[SimplyWoo]

And with that more mischievous instead of evil grin. Julie ran towards Isaiah and leapt at him, extending her legs to go past the ropes as her lower body crashed into his chest. She then hopped up and down on his chest a hew times as she went for the bronco buster.

[SimplePride]

Isaiah was fully expecting a stinkface for whatever reason, but, Gothica had other ideas as he found himself being pounced upon by Gothica in a bronco buster. Not sense he first met his girlfriend was he treated quite like this. The only difference was that he quite enjoyed being dommed by his girl, this girl, though, can go fuck herself as far as he was concerned. Isaiah would hold up his elbow while she was coming down, hoping to catch her off guard. If successful, while she was reeling, cinch in his finisher once again, this time hoping to knock this witch out.

[SimplyWoo]

Gothica was gripping the ropes with one hand, and yelling out with excitement with her other hand raised in the air as she was bouncing on Isaiah's chest, but then the final bounce impacted with elbow and that caused her to release the ropes and fall onto her back in front of Isaiah. Growling out in pain as she covered her lap as she gritted her teeth in pain. She then found herself pulled up to her feet and dragged in the center of the ring as she was once again locked up in a bearhug. This time, there was no room for the woman that enjoyed a little bit of pain every now and then as she screamed out, lifted off of her feet, her knees rose up to tuck against Isaiah's hips. She tried pushing against his arms at first, but when that didn't work, she only had one option left. Letting out another whimper of pain from the squeeze her hands reached up to cup into Isaiah's hair and then she closed her eyes as she leaned in to attempt to give him a distracted enough kiss, knowing she was in deep trouble otherwise.

[SimplePride]

Isaiah knew he had to end it here, otherwise he wasn't going to win this. He squeezed Gothica like a tube of toothpaste, all of a sudden, Gothica leaned in for a kiss. Isaiah thought this was a fake out and did nothing. This time though, Gothica actually kissed him, but, this time though, something interesting happened:

Nothing.

Isaiah slightly blushed, sure, but the only real reaction by Isaiah was him stating plainly, "I'm flattered, but I'm happily spoken for" Whether his fear of kissing was gone, or simply overridden by his determination to win was unclear. all that was known now was that Gothica was officially running out of options...

[SimplyWoo]

Gothica pulled her lips away from his, eyes widened in surprise. "What?", but she didn't have time to process as Gothica moaned our, whipping her head into the air as Isaiah squeezed her unbearably tighter. The fight was fading fast from Julie as she tried to pull his face to her cleavage for a breast smother, but after a few moments her arms went limp as her legs slid off of Isaiah's hips. "Congrars on facing your fears, but, nhhh, I will have my revenge." Julie moaned out as her eyelids fluttered before closing as her side of her face tested on Isaiah's shoulders as she passed out. The ref raising her wrists on three separate occasions as it fell back limply to confirm Isaiah won.

[SimplePride]

Isaiah smiled the same way Gothica did the entire match as he saw Gothica's arm drop to her side for the third time, signaling that she was out cold and that the match was over. Isaiah decided to squeeze a few more times to be sure, and then gently lay her out on the canvas. Sure, she teased him all match long, but, he held no real grudge toward her. Isaiah started to leave, but, then averted his gaze toward the black throne Gothica was carried on. Isaiah took the Bible he came ont the ring with and placed it on the seat of the throne, propped up against the back, open to, what else, the Book of Isaiah.