Mother's Favorite: Gil "Arma-Gil-O" Vs Berserk Liger

[The Riders]

Liger pay's no mind to whatever her opponent is saying. She is to busy focused on victory as she keeps yanking on the woman shorts trying to rip them off of Gil body.

"You lost accept it Gil... You thought you had a chance beating me didn't you... Wanted to prove to my mother that you was somebody... the mocking is back but just was hurtful then the last. "To me and my mother your nothing but a piece of trash we stopped to look at now do us all a favor and lose.

[Arista]

Gil didn't even argue back this time, Liger wasn't going to stop, she wasn't going to have an ounce of mercy, or sympathy for Gil, she was determined to have this match go one way as soon as she stormed out into the arena and into the ring, and nothing at all could possibly change her mind about it.

Liger gave yank, after yank, after yank, on Gil's shorts, slowly they went down half her butt cheeks, and then to her upper-thighs, and then her knees, and all the way to her ankles, tripping her up, back down onto the mat as Liger ripped them from under her.

Gil laid on her side, though leaning her face into the mat, trying to hide it away. The shame that came from a match like this was normally embarrassing enough, but against Liger, someone who seemed to live to see her suffer, she could hardly stand it.

[The Riders]

The ref seeing that Gil has stripped down to her bra and panties quickly call's for the bell. Going over to raise Liger hand in victory but she smacks the ref with a backhand, sending the woman to the canvas holding her face.

Making her way over to her prone opponent and reaches down yanking on the woman hair. Forcing her stripped opponent to her feet and forces her to look at everyone in the crowd. " I told you... you are nothing Gil never forget that... The only reason Your not nude right now is my Mercy..."

After saying her piece she pushes the woman back to the canvas and leaves the ring. A smug look on her face after beating Gil but licking her lips at the thought of doing more to the woman.

[Arista]

At least it's over. That's the only thing Gil could think at this point, she could get out of the ring soon enough, she had wounds to tend to, both her bruised confidence, and her backside.

Gil should have know Liger wasn't going to just slip out of the ring and leave things as they were, she wasn't that kind of woman! Instead, she grabbed a fist-full of her hair, forcing her to stand up, barely supporting her own weight, Gil kept her eyes shut, she had given this match her best, but it wasn't enough.

Even through shut eyes, Gil could still tell there were flashing lights from cameras, both ring-side professionals, and those in the corwd, who wanted to capture, and remember this moment for years to come.

Ligers words never seized to strike her very heart, she tumbled down to the mat, only now having Liger leave her to herself, the crowd roared in a mix of disapproval and jeers, though an occasional cheer was to be heard.

Now, it was over, finally. But Gil was far from finished, a feeling in her gut told her to continue on, she hadn't seen the last of Liger, and Liger hadn't seen the last of her, there was a desire to go against her again, not for revenge, but to prove herself! But for now, she had to make the walk of shame back up the ramp...

Winner; Berserk Liger