scissors vs a nice butt. Gwen "the seamstress of the Ring" vs Gil

[Lederface]

Gwen would place her arms around Gil's waist, to prevent him from pushing her again, but then she would feel Gil's hands touching her underwear.

Before she could react, she would feel her underwear pulling against her! That would make Gwen let go of Gil and take a few steps back, looking at Gil, quickly Gwen would laugh

You know ... if you want to undress me, you just have to ask, no need to break my panties

So then Gwen would approach Gil again, but first taking momentum from the ropes to launch herself against Gil, hoping to crush her against the ropes

[Arista]

"But isn't that much more fun?" A smirk came across her face, she was more than happy that it got Gwen away from her, but even more so, she was happy to take the opportunity to turn to offense again!

Gil bolted in Gwen's direction, but her opponent had the same idea, both the woman hurdled toward each other with great force, leaving little t no time to react for either of them, causing a collision!

[Lederface]

Gwen would see how Gil seemed to be enjoying this, Gwen by throwing herself at Gil hoped she could crush her, but her surprise would be nice to see that Gil did the same, without being able to avoid it, both girls They would shock, but Gwen wanting to have fun, she would try to take a little jump, if she succeeded, she would try to hit Gil with her chest

[Arista]

Gwen was much more prepared for the collision, leaping up slightly, hitting Gil with a force that sent her hard onto the mat, landing roughly on her shoulder.

"Mmm...!" Gil winced, turning her head up to Gwen, he seemed more or less unfazed by their recent crash into each other. She rolled onto her back, trying to shake the stars out of her vision.

[Lederface]

Gwen would see that her attack would be successful, so then seeing how Gil seemed to recover from the impact, she would know that she could try something, so then Gwen would approach again, trying to launch a kick against Gil's head

[Arista]

Just as those stars started to clear, a viscous kick to the head set them all back into place. Gil rose her hand to nurse the side of her head, groaning along side it all.

"So not fair..." Gil mumbled out, her eyes glued shut. "I'm not finished...! Just you wait...!" Gil tried to sit up, her eyes still closed, her condition was pretty poor, she looked the furthest thing from ready to fight...!

[Lederface]

Gwen would see how with her kick she managed to send Gil to the ground again, with a somewhat perverse look, Gwen would sit on Gil's face, placing her legs in a scissor with Gil's neck.

Well, maybe you can take this, but your clothes maybe not!

Gwen taking out her scissors, she would start to cut some of the top garment

[Arista]

Try was the key word, she tried to sit up, but Gwen had other plans, putting together a smother and scissors combo, and a deadly one at that...! "Mmm!" Pathetic groans and light shoving was the best Gil could do, it wasn't going to be enough to put her back in this match, however.

Gwen's other scissors made a long cut down Gil's top, splitting it open. The only thing Gil could gamble on at this point was Gwen giving her another chance, because other than that, she wasn't offering anything that could set her free from this death trap!

[Lederface]

Gil was enjoying the situation where they were too much, so he would keep cutting more and more, leaving Gil with little more than his underwear intact, knowing that Gil's humiliation was something.that maybe it wouldn't be good, Gwen said I would finish the fight, with her Legs already on Gil's neck, Gwen would change position and ending with Gil in a head scissor

Spoiler

It was fun this fight Gil, but now you must rest before your clothes fall off

[Arista]

All control completely left Gil's hands with that one kick, it was surprising how many matches could be boiled down to one simple move, one could get as fancy as they wanted, but all it could take sometimes was one well placed kick to really seal the deal...!

Gil wishes she could say there was some relief when Gwen lifted off her face, but she knew it wouldn't last, Gwen put her in a figure-four headscissor, keeping the pressure up to really lock her in place.

Slowly, she started to fade out of consciousness, the tight hold Gwen's thighs had around her neck and head were sure to cause a headache later. Eventually, Gil went limp, the ref went to check her, lifting her arm and letting it fall to the mat three times before signaling the end of the match.

DING DING.