Call the shots: Berserk Liger vs Gil

[The Riders]

At this point and time, Liger is done talking to her opponent. Seeing her fake out work like a charm and able to land her super kick right to the back of Gil head, and now she has control of the match again and already ideas are racing through her head at what she can do to her opponent. Placing her hand on her cheek at that thought as she walks around her opponent and giggles a bit, moving Gil hands away from her head and lays them on the canvas.

'Oh Dear, look at who on their back right now.' Liger says before stomping down on Gil hand. 'Must be nice, having to get something that I have been wanting since I saw my mother again. And yet you come bouncing along and get the respect from my mother of all people just like that.' As she walks to the other side and stomps on Gil other hand with her foot. Before walking down to where her opponent feet are at, before stopping and starts to talk again. 'Life not fair but just like I say when it comes to dealing with little idiots like you Gil... I'm going to hurt you badly.'

[Arista]

"...I told you already, she picked me, not the other way around...! Listen to me, I'll stop training with her, you don't have to-" Gil's desperation to relay her message to Liger gets in the way of her defenses, as Liger stomps her heel down, crushing in against the back of Gil's hand. "Ah!" A sharp and sudden squeal escapes from Gil, she immediately turns to nurse her hand, fighting back tears.

Again, her distraction causes a downfall, Liger steps over to the other side of her, and crushes her other hands against the mat! Gil shoots up into a sitting position, nursing both her hands, bending her fingers and making sure nothing is broken. She can't tell, but it hurts like hell. "Shut up, Liger! I'm not an idiot, and you can hurt me all you want! But know one thing, you won't be winning this match...!" Gil scowls, looking up at Liger who stands right in-front of her, looking as though she towers over her from Gil's point-of-view.

[The Riders]

'You beat me?...' Liger starts to laugh after hearing her rival say that to her. 'You're going to beat me and win this match. Oh, please you're a bigger idiot than I thought Gil you have no chance in hell beating me.' she says before reaching down and grabs her opponent by the hair, yanking her opponent to her feet and drags her over to the corner turnbuckle. She has a lot planned for her opponent, but first she wants to soften the other woman up before trying to make use of the table and putting Gil out of her misery.

Standing to the side of her opponent. Liger throws Gil into the corner turnbuckle hard, hoping so that when the woman bounces backward, she can wrap her arms around her waist and toss her overhead with a bridging German Suplex. She's going to show off and put Gil through a wrestling beating before pulling out the tables.

[Arista]

A tug on the back of her hair lifted Gil up and threw her into the corner haphazardly, her arms stretched across the tope ropes, holding her up. "...I don't see why you're laughing..." Gil spoke up. "...It's not like you're the biggest, or the scariest, or the fastest wrestler I've ever faced, even...! What makes you so good, what makes you think you're so great that I don't even stand a chance?" Gil inquired, a sly grin spread across her face as she lit a fire underneath her opponent, for better, or for worse.

Things didn't go exactly to Liger's plan, but still, Gil wasn't sharp, she caught herself on the corner, but that blow to the back wasn't pleasent, and her fingers were still numb from getting crushed against the mat. Liger had no issue spinning Gil around and slamming her upper-back and neck right into the canvas. Gil's legs hung high over her head as she held put, staying in that position.

She had to rebound at some point, getting on Liger's nerves wouldn't win this match, she had to kick her ass to keep her down. Liger was going to give it her all, whether or not she would admit it or not, so Gil would have to do the same, she'd have to find some way to shift the tides back in her favor, because Liger was relentless, and would give Gil any breathing room, she'd make her fight for it.

[The Riders]

Liger move hit home as she rolls onto her side. She knows that she can out wrestle her opponent with ease, and she can even end it quickly if she wanted to since she has all the momentum on her side right now. But she wants to play around with her prey, she had thought that the two women she hired to take Gil out would have done more to be honest, but seeing how hard Elm tossed the small woman around more than made up for it. As she gets to her feet and reaches down, grabbing Gil by the legs and holds them in her hands.

'This is a good look for you, Gil.' Liger taunts her opponent now sticking her tongue out and laughing. 'You know what so great about table matches, hmm?. No rules and no DQ either, so I am free to do this to you.' she says before slamming her foot right into her opponent crotch and even starts to twist down on it. All the while laughing since the move is considered legal.

[Arista]

"...I know a better look for me, it's called putting your ass through a table...!" Gil snaps back, still wincing in pain. Liger was up early in this bout by doing a good number on Gil, the challenge would be keeping things that way.

"...Do wha-" Gil's question turned into a shrill scream followed by a groan. Liger twisted her heel, screwing her foot in and applying pressure to further the discomfort. Gil hands floated upward and fell back down onto the mat a couple times, she wanted to scream again, but she choked it back and bit on her lip to the put of nearly drawing blood.

She should have expected tactics like this to come in from Liger, but a part of her just believed she wouldn't stoop so low. Either way, laying down and wincing and whining about the pain she was in wasn't getting her anywhere, she was already bracing through pain, so she might as well make an effort to flip things around as well...! Gil twisted her body to the side, then twisting it quickly back in the opposite direction, leading all the power through her legs, knowing Liger's grip on her legs was still tight.

[The Riders]

Liger embraces the chorus of boos coming from the fans. The ref can only shake her head since doing a low blow in a match like is legal, the only thing she can do is watch as the rules were tossed out the window when both agreed to this match. Hearing Gil screams of pain before nothing does make her mad since she wanted to beat the hell out of her opponent and leave her a broken mess in the middle of the ring, as she keeps grinding her foot down even harder, hoping to hear more screams coming from Gil lips.

'Oh How come you're not screaming, huh, think you're too good for that.' Liger would taunt. Before seeing what her opponent is doing by trying to turn her body to the side, and using her leg strength, is able to send Liger to be twisting to the canvas on her side. 'AAHHH FUCK YOU...' She screams out now on her back and lost all the momentum she head after cheating to get a tight hold on the match.

[Arista]

Gil's legs gave one strong movement that sent Liger whirling through the air like a propeller, giving one swift rotation before flopping down on to the mat. Strong legs were the greatest assets someone like Gil could have, especially with an upper-body that could barely hold up any better that wet-paper...!

Gil sighed, hurrying up to her feet as she eyed down Liger, still laying on the mat. "...You should really watch your mouth, unless you want to take a trip over my lap...!" Gil teased, acting un-fazed by the low-blow of sorts she just took. She did a quick read of the two's positions in the ring, she needed to act fast to stay on top, but she couldn't afford to make any mistakes.

She rushed over to Liger, getting a solid grip on her hair with one hand, while the other gripped her leotard. She yanked her up to her feet before spinning the both of them around and rocketing Liger toward a corner, backing herself up against the one adjacent, and rushing forward to attempt to land a drop-kick right to Liger's stomach...! If she landed this as intended, she would flip-back after her feet made solid contact with Liger, catching the mat with her hands and sticking the landing...!

[The Riders]

Laying on her back. Liger throws a small tantrum, slapping the canvas in anger due to Gil still trying to fight back. All she had to do was keep forcing the pushing the issue, or maybe if she had just kept stomping on her opponent, she wouldn't be in this mess at all. As she sees the other woman going forward before reaching down and grabbing her hair with her hand. 'AHH' she screams out, feeling her locks being gripped, and it feels like her head is throbbing from the tight grip.

Before she is lifted to her feet by being grabbed by her leotard. As Liger is spun around and toss into the corner turnbuckle, as she slams into it back first hard, leaving her breathless in the corner. Looking up and seeing Gil running towards her before taking a drop-kick to the stomach, the impact knocking the wind out of her completely as she slumps forward onto the canvas coughing, clutching her stomach.

[Arista]

"...And she sticks the landing...!" Gil giggled, throwing her hands out to her sides, nearly falling backwards after a sloppy back-flip. "Phew... You're making me look good, keep it up, okay?" Gil teased, staring at the back of Liger's head as she falls to the mat and coughs. "...I keep thinking of some fun things to try out, there are so many ways I could embarrass you...! But I think I'll have to settle on just a few..."

Gil stood over the top of her downed foe, taking Liger's head between her legs and lifting her just slightly so her thighs could clamp down on poor Liger's neck and head. "...This is one of the ideas I had...!" Gil grabbed a fist-full of the back of Liger's leotard, wedging it deep up her ass and landing one hard spank on her bottom! "...Isn't this fun? I'm having a blast...!" Gil mocked an evil cackle, before landing another sharp smack to Liger's butt.

"...There is plenty more to get to though, I'm sure you'd appreciate a better view, wouldn't you?" Without saying another word, Gil dropped back and slammed Liger's face into the mat, letting her taste the floor before she flipped her over. She stared down at her, knowing her condition wasn't necessarily tip-top-shape, but Liger wasn't going to take all of this without resistance, so again, not having learned her lesson, Gil plopped her ass right down on Liger's face again, smothers were her go-to, even if Liger wasn't afraid to counter it.