Gambit's Gamble! Gambit vs Mariza!

[SubtleRoar]

*The Bayou Bunny's momentous, retaliatory attack proved much more fruitful than she could have ever hoped for, witnessing the petite italian ricochet off the ground while managing to maintain her balance all the while. Gradually returning to her earlier stance, Gambit hatched a marvelous idea- Seeing that her prey was currently taking a trip to la la land, the riverboat rabbit thought now was the perfect time to finish this little scuffle the only way she knew how- Applying her trademark finisher, the "Poke Her Face", something she had been craving to do from the instant this encounter took place!*

"This was amusing kid, but you're way out of your league~" *The bubbly bunny chuckled to herself, waltzing towards her immobilized adversary before straddling either side of her waist. Before she would apply even the faintest amount of pressure however, Gambit began to sensually gyrate atop of Mariza's midsection, enticing the crowd to shower her with their uncontested praise before eventually slamming her powerful thighs down against the defeated woman's body, a thunderous* "WHACK!" *Reverberating throughout the stadium!*

"Now, hold still for..oh..about three seconds." *She chortled aloud, realizing the end was all but inevitable. Balling up her right fist, she would proceed to strike Mariza's stomach over and over again, each shot just as menacing as the last, effectively tenderizing her tummy while keeping her hefty derriere perfectly in place. Once she felt that she had administered enough punishment, the raging cajun arced her leg skyward to officially execute a proper pin.*

Spoiler

[CaptainL]

Marzia thought she had this. She thought she had turned things around, and that she was on her way to steering the match back towards her favor. She had to be! After all, she had been leading things for a while, she could get back to that again. But Gambit was quickly putting a stop to the girl's aspirations. Hearing her opponent taunt her, Marzia could feel the anxiety well within her, as she took in a gulp. All she could do was look up wide-eyed, as Gambit got down atop her stomach. Was this the end?

As the gambler ground up against her body, Marzia tensed, her teeth clenching and a blush coming to her face. It would seem that Gambit wanted to lord over her, which only made her defeat that much worse! And if things couldn't get bad enough already, the crowd began to cheer as well - cheering for Gambit. While doubtlessly there were still some pulling for Marzia, with the Italian's odds not looking good at this moment, they had decidedly been drowned out. This all went on before Gambit pushed any offense, too - Marzia was left to wait for her impending doom, an interval that lasted all too long for her liking.

It wouldn't last forever, though - and Gambit was quick to throw a few punches into her stomach, causing her to cough and gag! Marzia bounced up from the ground off the impact of each, but with Gambit planted atop her she wouldn't go very far. The pain in her abdomen burning inside, Marzia fell back against the mat, sore and groaning, her head spinning. Dazed like this, she was in no place to fight back as Gambit hooked her leg.

"One! Two!"

[SubtleRoar]

*Feeling the rush of adrenaline beginning to overtake her, Gambit flashed a beaming, bright grin towards her adoring audience- While they may not have been particularly keen on how she was so easily embarrassing the already defeated woman that lied almost motionless underneath her, The Riveting Rabbit did indeed coax out a large quantity of cheers from the onlookers that flanked the ring.* "Hmhm, sounds like someone's on the verge of defeat~" *She giggled in an almost impish fashion, wiggling her plump posterior against Mariza's face just to remind the slender Italian who was in charge!*

*The subsequent three count was like music to her ears- She had suffered through a handful of close calls throughout this skirmish, but the intrepid bunny had managed to prevail. However, this was nothing knew to the charismatic rabbit- She expected to emerge triumphant from the very beginning, and having deftly sent Mariza to the mat with her raw talent only served to augment her natural wrestling ability.* "THREE!" As the third and final number was reached, Gambit shot to her feet in victory, raising her arms high above her head, the audience enveloping her in a tsunami of applause!*

"Yes yes, I'm outstanding aren't I?" *Gambit hopped around the ring, staying true to her self-appointed nickname. However, despite the sensation of embracing her victory feeling nothing less than fantastic, she couldn't shake this feeling of despondency. Then, she took a moment to glance over towards Mariza- Besides being beaten, she just seemed...sad. Unnaturally sad. Feeling a slight pang of remorse for having rubbed the victory in, Gambit knelt down and offered her a hand up.* "Hey, don't feel so sorry for yourself. If it makes you feel any better, you made me sweat for my win."

[CaptainL]

Hearing the count, Marzia tried to pull free with the last of her fading strength. She had to put everything into this one moment; even when defeat seemed like it was staring her in the face, Marzia wouldn't give up. But she hadn't started trying to resist until the count had already reached two, and no matter how hard Marzia tried to collect the strength in her body to try and buck free, or to shove Gambit off, it wouldn't be quite enough. Soon, the third count landed, and the bell rung out to signal the match's conclusion.

With the weight of her opponent lifting off of her, Marzia was now free, and she rolled up to a seated position, holding her head. Her face was red and hot, and she panted - both from the exertion she'd put herself through and from the shame of defeat. Great, she thought to herself, another loss. By itself it wouldn't be so bad, but when combined with the weight of all the defeats she'd been faced with up to this point in her career, Marzia was left wondering what the point was.

But just then, something different happened - as Gambit turned to face her, actually offering her congratulations. "H-Huh..?" Marzia muttered, her gaze turning upwards to meet with Gambit's. With how the gambler had behaved up to this point, Marzia wouldn't have expected such a friendly outlook from her, and now that she was seeing it she didn't quite know what to think. It took the Italian a few moments to catch up with her surroundings before she even took her opponent's hand to get to her feet.

[SubtleRoar]

*Once firmly clasping the shorter woman's hand with her own, Gambit carefully pulled the overwhelmed Italian back up to her feet, subsequently dusting her off with a gentle flick of her wrist before continuing.* "Listen, I've been there kid- You lose and think it's just a one time occurrence, then it happens again and it becomes more personal. Each time it happens, you think that's that- Winning becomes some type of inconceivable accomplishment. Trust me, it gets easier as you go along, and if you learn anything from today, just know that once it does inevitably happen, it'll be the sweetest moment of your natural life."

*And with that, Gambit swiftly clasped Mariza's wrist before subsequently elevating it high into the air, taking a graceful bow while both women were engulfed within a tsunami of applause from the spectators surrounding them.* "You hear that kiddo? This isn't just for me, you know- I can hear some people chanting your name in the audience." *The Bayou Bunny chuckled, trying desperately to stave off the encroaching, melancholy feeling her opponent was suffering from.*

"L..Listen, I'll tell you what, how about once we change out of these revealing outfits, you and I go out? Just a day for us gals to unwind and discuss stuff, mkay?" *She tilted her head sideways, feeling a sense of immediate appreciation for this adorable specimen standing beside her.* "Think of it as a well-deserved day of relaxation after suffering through this gauntlet you endured."

[CaptainL]

Marzia rose as Gambit helped her back to her footing, but she would quickly avert her gaze once back on the gambler's level, looking down in the floor in defeat as she let out a sigh. She might have thought she was on to something, but that was only a fleeting feeling when she would end up in the end with yet another loss. And when all she could remember in her recent past was losses, this wasn't looking very encouraging for her career. She thought she could go somewhere...but no.

But despite her initial swagger and boastfulness, Gambit was showing Marzia a side of her that she didn't expect. "Huh..?" the Italian girl said, turning her attention back to her. Was...Gambit actually encouraging her? She felt an odd feeling in her, and she took a small step closer. Despite rockier first impressions, she knew that Gambit spoke from the heart, and she nodded, listening closely to all she said. "Yeah...yeah, you're right..." she replied softly.

And then she added another thing - that there were people chanting her name. Marzia remembered the pop she had gotten a moment before, but at this point she couldn't imagine anyone sticking with her; surely she had disappointed everyone by her failure in the end. But, apparently, she was wrong - and as she looked out into the stands, it dawned on her that Gambit was telling the truth. There they were, people chanting her. Somehow, despite the results not playing to her favor, Marzia's tenacity and willingness to fight had still won them over; they were still keeping their eyes on her, hoping against all odds that she would pull through in the end and win the day. It made Marzia blush just thinking about it. That she meant that much to them.

Her blush would deepen when Gambit reminded her of how much her outfit showed; she might have been distracted from the embarrassment in the midst of the action, but it still came back to her if she thought for too long about how her ring gear wasn't much more than a bikini. That too would fade, though, as she was touched by the generosity of Gambit's offer. It seemed that while she might not have won the match, she had proved herself to her foe, and earned her respect. That meant well enough. And Gambit was right - after such a grueling effort, a break would certainly feel good. "Yeah...okay. Okay. Let's do it, then!"

Winner by Pinfall: Rio Gambit