Smother Tour; Caught Between a Mat and a Soft Place! - Wicke Sykes Vs. Gil "Armagilo"

[Arista]

Gil snickered. "I don't think I misunderstood, you seemed to like it when I was spanking you...! You know, there is no shame in being spanked by the younger woman, even if it feels out of place to you...!" She giggled. She was getting her kicks in by tossing humiliating comment toward Wicke...! She wondered how hard it might be to pull her across her lap, now that she thought about it... Though, this was just another distraction, and bit of cockiness that took over Gil's mind before she set to charge right at Wicke...!

"...Here comes L.A.W's little terror...!" Gil proclaimed, hopping up, aiming her ass right at Wicke's face, but she would stop, just before she made contact. "...Huh!?" She looked over her shoulder, she had been caught...! "...W-wait, no, no, no...!" She wiggled whilst being held up high off the mat, kicking her feet as they dangled. Not only was she upset about being caught, she was off target slightly too, she would have crashed into her neck, rather than her face, but that was the least of her worries...! "...Y-you know, I was just joking about all that, it was funny right...!" Gil faked a laugh, obviously pleading to be let go, no matter how unlikely that might be...! "...Say, you're pretty strong, have you been hitting the gym...?" Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, maybe flattery would get the job done instead...!

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Wicke had to add herself in the small database of 'Women who liked to be spanked by other women who were smaller and young enough to be their children'. Not today but it will happen somehow. She didn't know whether to define Gil's comments as witty and endearing or just a pain in the butt, even if tiny and verbal. The brunette might refrain from further statements after what the heavyweight had planned.

As expected due to proper timing, Wicke was able to prevent herself from eating a faceful of butt and temporarily suspend Gil above like she was made of paper. No amount of wiggling affected Gil's position and her opponent's facial expression. She felt something was off about the trajectory, either a miscalculation or an actual intent to greatly harm. Neither of those reason were currently relevant though. "I think your choice of opening move was more concerning and yes I do partake in rigorous exercise!" Unfazed by the attempt at flattery, Wicke lowered her hoisted opponent slightly then slipping her head underneath Gil's armpit, seemingly about to throw the other wrestler for a suplex into the turnbuckle.

However this was just a ruse to set the young girl's mind alight as once Wicke prepare lift her opponent upwards again, she grasped Gil's waist in a manner to turn the goat woman around only to suddenly drop her for a surprise side slam!

[Arista]

If Gil's comments could be considered endearing, Wicke would be on of the select few who thought so, Gil was a pest, inside, and outside the ring for her constant talking on-and-on about anything and everything her mind stuck to, in the ring, she was, of course, going to tease, and when the tables would flip, sweet-talk, whine, and, if it came down to it, she would beg...!

"...Really strong, really, really strong...! No doubt about it, you are very strong, maybe even the strongest, if you asked me...! I think you can- H-hey, AH!" Gil yelped as she was whipped around in Wicke's grip, before she could really tell what was happening, she would get pounded into the mat with great force, shaking the entire ring as she skipped up slightly, like a stone on a river. "...Ow..." She groaned, knowing that her butt was mere-inches away from knocking Wicke down, and maybe keeping the momentum going, but now, she was back at square-one...!

Wicke had a great look at things before she made her slam, getting up-close and personal with the behind that just evened things up, but she went-through and slammed Gil down, not partaking in any teasing, at least not pre-maturely... Maybe Gil could learn a thing or two, or three, or four, or... Well, Gil could learn a-lot from Wicke, let's leave it at that...!

[SwordSavior1]

Only a few number of people Wicke actually disliked, but mannerisms she did have issue with. If she spent half the energy concentrating on the right moves as opposed to be talking, Gil's starting strike wouldn't have been so predictable. Also the newcomer didn't have to rely on drilling the mind constantly to move ahead.

Having pressured her opponent's psyche enough through fear, the comments weren't even remotely amusing anymore due to just being repetitive kiss-ups. Without any hesitation and major regard for the size of Gil, she slammed her opponent hard into the mat and shown evidence that the term heavyweight had meaning.

Wicke hoped that these other teachers of Gil didn't reward these verbal tics. This round could help serve as a lesson in discipline for young Gil, since she wouldn't get far if this was her current limit. Kneeling in front of her recently thrown opponent, the purplette didn't waste time preventing any form of escape by shuffling forward to drop her entire frame onto Gil, enveloping the little demon's entire head in that giant bosom. "Now now...don't struggle or hyperventilate dear. This could serve as a time to think about your past actions..." Addressing the younger wrestler with a soft yet firm tone.

[Arista]

Gil's constant and incessant blabbering on was due to her being a talkative person in nature. When she nervous, she talked, when she was happy, she talked, when she was scared, she talked, sad, overwhelmed, bored, she always talked. This time, just like many others before it, it didn't help her case any, Wicke seemingly flat-out ignored her and put her to bed without a second thought...!

She was nothing but a crumbled up heap on the mat now. Her back ached as Wicke loomed over the top of her, threatening her with just a look, one that could only be recognized as stern. She opened her mouth to speak, but, promptly closed it, thinking over her words.

Wicke lowered herself down onto the younger Gil, pressing her boobs against her face, burying her deep within her bosom...! "Mmmph!" She kicked her legs, acting more like a disobedient rebel rather than learning her lesson as Wicke looked to teach her, her head turning side-to-side, blowing out any and all excess air she had left, motor-boating the older Wicke, tossing her hips upward in an attempt to dismount the woman, but the size, and strength difference was apparent, as Gil struggled to get anything done in her currant position. Her hands moved down to around Wicke's waist, almost as if she was embracing her. "Mmm mff mf mmm...!" (Get off of me) was muffled into her chest, sounding more and more like that little demon by the second...!

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Wicke had a tendency to blurt out statements, but felt it was necessary to provoke a conversation about improvement or note down an observation.

Having caught the adorable critter in her trap after slamming the brunette around, she managed to inhibit excessive chatter temporarily. However Gil proved to be a difficult specimen even when gazing at a more stern Wicke on top of experiencing the surprised side slam. "Ooohh...ooohh..." The motorboating forced Wicke to purr, but the posture remained mostly unaltered. She wouldn't let a few fright driven kicks to the stomach force her to give in either, no matter how aggressive.

Taking into account to Gil's swaying head as a potential hurdle, Wicke reached down to sneak both of her hands behind the smother tourist's neck to grab a little bit of flesh. Afterwards the heavyweight used her strength to fix Gil in one position so she could only become deeply immersed in the researcher's cleavage. "Now now...you can still be a good girl. Either comply or be granted a time out." A slight change of tone as Wicke felt this stage was unnecessarily dragging on.

[Arista]

Rather than getting any mercy, or and leeway, Gil was only buried deeper and deeper, her face completely hidden away from the light of the arena and the camera's and crowd. The fell into the soft, lovely, warm, embrace of Wicke's smother, and as the seconds piled-on, Gil knew her options were limited, she had learned by now to swallow her pride and tap-out when necessary, so that's exactly what she did.

TAP, TAP, TAP.

Three rapid, light smacks laid down upon Wicke's bicep, granting Gil the freedom she needed to breath openly, and re-gain her senses...! Gil knew things were looking grim, but she wasn't going to raise the white flag just because she was playing from behind, she still had two rounds to make something happen, and she was hell-bent on making sure this match ended in her favor...!

For the first time this match, Gil didn't say a word, she just got up onto her feet, and returned to her corner, she thought over things. If she was going to win, she couldn't make any mistakes like that, rushing into something was a guaranteed loss, so she needed to be careful, if she was caught by Wicke at all, her chances of breaking free weren't great, but it was manageable, she was strong, but not completely un-beatable... "...Eliminate mistakes, and take your shots..." Gil spoke to herself, raising her head to shoot a grin Wicke's way. "...I hope you are ready for the next two rounds, I won't be giving them up without a fight...!" There her voice was, it almost felt odd to not having her blabbering about something all the time...! These last two matches would be rough, that is, if Gil could even make it through this round! She swallowed hard, listening for the bell...!

DING DING.

[SwordSavior1]

For the next minute, the state of both wrestlers remained mostly unaltered. Wicke taking full control of the match within just two moves after being toyed around for the last one. Despite her concern for Gil's discipline and strategic mind, it would be incorrect for Wicke to admit that this position was uncomfortable like most smothers she deliver.

As soon as she felt those fingers, the now leading heavyweight arched her back to let Gil regain enough breath. "If you continue to rely on luck or one move, you might as well tap once I just have both hands on you." She exclaimed to her currently silent opponent, establishing that this match might shape Gil's status of her being a showboat or superstar. However the veteran genuinely wanted to have a decent competition and impressive results from the brunette.

Returning to her station, it didn't take long for Wicke to reconvene since she came out of Round 3 practically spotless. Already some concern as evident by Gil's being ensured already that this will need a tiebreaker, but might be arrogance molting into dedication. The only likely possibility is if these rounds are longer than the previous ones combined.

"I will gladly give you a scuffle, provided I am granted one in return..." As soon as bell rang once more, Wicke took slow steps ensuring those pupils didn't lose focus of Gil. She then decided to stop her journey in the centre, curious about what form this final stand shall take.

[Arista]

She moaned softly in acknowledgment to Wicke assessment. She was right, at this point, Wicke practically owned her, it wasn't a match as much as it was a one-sided affair, with Gil landing one decent move... She needed to be sharper, she needed to be faster, she needed to be stronger, above all else, she needed to be smarter...

She drew in a deep breath, clearing her mind of the previous matches outcomes, only hanging onto her observations, looking for something that could work in her favor, something she could use to get the leg-up over the veteran... Nothing came to mind, she hadn't landed enough of anything to find a weakness, she was taking most of this match lying down, she was tapping when things looked grim, unless... That was it...! She needed to be resilient, above everything else, she needed to be the fighter she knew she was, what she had been since the very start of her wrestling career, resilient...!

"...I promise to give you one, I'll give you biggest fight of your life...!" Gil smirked, hopping from one foot and then to the other. With the ringing of the bell, Gil knew her greatest asset, was often times, her biggest weakness, that being, she was reckless, a pest, resilient, and even at times, stupid, she could keep all of those things, but there was a missing ingredient, strategy...

"...Here I come...!" She warned, a war-cry coming out as she charged to Wicke, going right onto the offensive, looking as though she was going right for it with an easy to read charge, but after all of that, Wicke had to know something was coming, and so Gil prepared. As she neared the researcher, she motioned as if she was going to slide through the woman's legs, but it was a bluff, then after, she balled her fist up and reeled back, an unusual, no, and impossible move for Gil, something Wicke would likely know, if she had researched the woman before this match, but Gil dropped down, skidding against the canvas on her knees as she took her fist and drove it up through Wicke's legs, a dirty move, but again, it was a bluff, she didn't strike, instead, she hooked in under Wicke, grabbing the back of her singlet with one hand, wedging it between her cheeks, and grabbing her wrist with the other hand, on her knees, she had decent leverage, and with her momentum going forward, she hoped she had enough to toss Wicke up over her shoulders, and slam her down against the mat...!

[SwordSavior1]

Even if she didn't have a perfect record, Wicke wasn't one to fall for simple pestering again, especially now being less merciful and instead upfront with her advances. Since there was a clear difference in power and durability, Gil either had to run for hours or dramatically improve in the art of misdirection. One trip and it could be curtains

Wicke would witness her opponent opt for a simple charge once again. "(Oh please...)" Hoping it wasn't the same hip attack followed by slam once again. As a little time passed, a familiar yet different formation started to surface. All the purplette had to do was crouch to block any entry but more details started to surface "Hmmm?" An upfront yet dirty move was in the midst as evident by Gil's fist, thus the veteran also prepared to block a potential low blow to her crotch.

However her thoughts went around in circles once more as Gil's arm instead slipped behind and grabbed a bit of tight fabric. "Ahhhh...youu" Pouting in response to the wedgie inducing a burn on her lower body. Just as she was about to shove the brunette away her wrist was seized by a remaining hand. "Hmmmm...ahhhhhh!" Without the perfect balance or concentration, the rookie's plan fell through as physics went against the heavyweight, allowing Wicke to sail past. This was concluded by the purplette landing neckfirst with a thud and slumping onto her back heaving. "No...no..." She couldn't just let one trick keep her down yet again, so the plump fighter tried to roll on her side.