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

[Arista]

"...Say... Uncle...! Or Aunt, or... Something else...!" Gil Yanked back with her grasp still tight on Wicke's ankles, she was determined to make her not only kiss her booty, but practically become one with it by the time these final two rounds were through! She knew just how tough things could get against Wicke now, and playing from behind was never an easy thing to do, but throwing in the towel was so much harder for someone like Gil! Throwing in the towel would mean giving up on herself even when she was still standing, even if ever single odd was stacked against her, she would kick herself forever if she didn't give Wicke her best shot...!

She held up and bent back Wicke's legs as far as she could, holding it for a good while to let the aches properly set in, then she let go, letting her legs fall back out-straight onto the canvas, though she remained seated atop the back of the researchers head. "...Phew... You're one kick ass lady, Wicke...!" She let herself catch a few breaths before carrying on. "...But I kick ass, and smack it...!" She snickered, cracking her open palms down onto the beautiful moon she eyed in-front of her, watching again as it wobbled and rippled...!

"...I can't get enough of that...!" Gil hopped up with a giggle, throwing her hands down to roll Wicke over onto her back, still hovering above her head, now, her face...! "...Let's give this round a finish, with a pretty, little bow...!" With that, she split her legs apart quickly and plopped down because of it, her butt projected to land right on Wicke's face, burying her all the way from her chin, to just below her eyes, at her cheek-bones into her ass as she performed a splitting facesit...!

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By combining the required move and other tricks, Wicke's fighting spirit was whittled down at an alarming rate. She held her breath for survival purposes and ensure that a verbal submission wouldn't accidentally slip out of those lips. Even if her delicate moon was longer crimson from in-ring acupuncture, she was left too petrified by the blood slowly reaching her head to shove a boot in the brunette's face.

However this didn't break the heavyweight entirely as the crowd only heard squeals rather than surrenders. Gil caught onto this as well by forgoing the boston crab. Down those legs suddenly dropped as if they were a pair of anvils. Limbs now sprawled out, Wicke would be given only a few seconds to reconvene before Gil embarked on another drum solo. "Ooohhhhhh~ Noooooooo~" All it took was simple contact for Wicke's skin colour to morph like a chameleon once again. Thanks to Armagilo's 'talent outside of the ring' she really knew how to push the larger woman's buttons.

Thus she didn't put much of a resistance when Gil slowly rolled the large clump of dough. With the world becoming a bit faint for Wicke, the fourth round was seemingly about to conclude with a traditional favourite manoeuvre."Mmoewt..." Her babble could only be deciphered as some alien language. Using the little breath conserved, Wicke tried to take a stand against Gil's dominion through her mostly unstrained arms. She tried to reach for the brunette's thighs and hoped that Gil was too focused to prevent herself from being shoved off.

[Arista]

The moment, though short-lived, was definitely one for L.A.W photographers to highlight, the close-up shot of Wicke's face, or, at-least the lower-half of it, completely buried and smooshed against Gil's booty...! "...I... Did it...!" Gil threw her arms up, pre-mature in her celebration of tying-it-up, as soon-enough, Wicke's prying-hands would settle onto Gil's thighs and with and incredible display of either strength, or will-power, or maybe even both, Wick would send Gil flying off of her, and landing face-first onto the mat...!

She looked as though she barely left the ground, or, more accurately, Wicke's face, it was almost more like she just slid-off...! Either way, her head was settled just between Wicke's knees, face-down-flat onto the canvas, her shaky arms barley pushing her up, but only a few inched off the mat as her legs laid over her opponent's body.

"...I'm still not finished..." Gil's voice carried with it much more irritation this time, not directed toward Wicke, but more toward herself, she said she wouldn't let her guard down, and then she did, she kept messing things up and costing herself crucial falls, she was upset with herself, as all of her strength was quickly starting to fizzle away, her only hope being that, Wicke's was as well...!

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Thanks to her perseverance and Gil celebrating a bit too soon, she found the opening to break this provocative hold. "Almost isn't absolute..." She uttered while they laid together in an uneven pile. The long duration of this match might have started to kick in even further as neither wrestler didn't make an immediate move. Wicke's counterattack wasn't something to marvel at but served its purpose as she would be permitted to breath once more.

Immediately exerting her lower body without supervising Gil's state could be risky with those pointy horns, thus Wicke tried to absorb as much oxygen into those lungs so she can become a bit more mobile. Slightly bending downwards so Gil could slip from her body entirely. Afterwards the older woman proceeded to crawl at a turtle's pace, occasionally turning back to check if the brunette wanted to chase. "I haven't reached my limit..." She muttered to herself while heading towards the ropes, but a supposed 5th fall might give her that.

[Arista]

Both women were catching up with a much needed break, they had both pushed themselves, and given the contents of such a match, it was easy to become winded, you know, with all the butts and bosoms to the face...!

Gil crawled away, thanks to some le-way given by the older-woman, barely managing herself back to her own two feet, rushing a bit, thinking Wicke might do the same, but she turned around and caught a wave of relief, seeing the woman was still recovering herself...

Gil fell back onto the ropes, her arms limply dangled over the top of them, but soon, her posture straightened. Barely moving any faster than Wicke was, more aware now then ever before of conserving her energy...!

"...Neither am I..." She replied, now standing just behind the crawling woman, bending over and wrapping her arms around her waist, clamping her grip onto her wrists for as secure of a grip she could get! She bent at her knees, deep into a squat and pressed her body against Wicke's, tightening her grip on her and putting all of her strength forward, letting out and in-godly shriek like she never had before...! If all went right, and Gil could only pray that it did, she, through sheer will-power, and the power of her legs, would lift-up, and suplex Wicke, throwing the woman over her head and crashing into the mat with as much force as Gil could...!

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Wicke would abstain from checking her opponent's current position since a chase seemed unlikely. Thus reaching the sanctuary known as the ring ropes were her lone priority. It was expected that some body strikes or more trickery may dare to , however a complete outlier would enter the area.

While she wasn't foreign to her waist being held in such a manner, Wicke would be astounded by Gil of all people trying to haul her up as if planning to use such a throw move. Even more perplexing that this attempt led to results somewhat. Maybe there was some hidden upper body strength concealed in that puny body or the stress of this long match affected the brunette's mindset.

Due to her own exhaustion, Wicke was very slowly peeled off the mat leading. Due to the sluggish procedure, the heavyweight tried to straighten those legs and anchor her feet against the mat, needing leverage against Gil of all wrestlers. This might have been a blessing in disguise since she didn't need to stress herself severely to stand up. Opening her maw to absorb another pack of hair, Wicke tried to reverse this situation to her advantage. Arms suddenly shooting behind to slip underneath Gil's pits, the heavyweight tried to snag her opponent in such a manner that they would be suddenly raised into the air. If the rookie didn't make a sudden move, she would be suspended on the larger woman's shoulders about to be dropped for an electric chair driver!

[Arista]

Both women were running on nothing but fumes, and if Gil secured the victory here, she would send them through another round of this...! Hopefully the would get even just a minute of rest if that were the case, catching up on some much needed rest...! Gil was thinking too far ahead, though, Wicke wasn't suplexed yet, and even worse, she wasn't budging too far from her current position...!

"...Mmm...!" She groaned, but nothing gave her the amount of strength she needed, and in-stead, she would find herself put into dire-straits, Wicke was stronger than Gil by a long-shot, and even with her exhaustion setting in, would manage to lift up the smaller woman up atop her shoulders...!

"...No, no, no..." Gil weakly shook her head, begging wasn't working on Wicke, action had to take-hold of this match for her...! Wicke was no-doubt planning on putting a hole in this canvas if she had to, but Gil latched onto this match, just like she latched onto Wicke's head and neck, squeezing her legs tight, clamping her thighs around Wicke and keeping herself put...! "...I won't quit, not yet...!"

Gil had to put this round to bed, so she made her move, she leaned into Wicke, before throwing herself back, slinging down over Wicke's body, her legs still hugging her head, hoping she would give enough force, and that Wicke would be too distracted, or winded, to keep her footing, so then she could sling her body back against the mat just as hard as Wicke planned on slamming her into it...! "...Kiss the mat...!" She cried...!

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Adapting to the circumstances quickly, Wicke imagined herself crawling backwards to steamroll the paralysed Gil and possibly take the smother win fall once landing the electric chair driver, that is if she did land the move. "A fair effort dear. Your strength lies elsewhere" She exclaimed towards her stammering opponent and about to take the drop of faith. However her words might have accidentally gave the other wrestler too much direction.

Just as she was about to lean back and drop Gil where it was most impactful, the little terrier on her shoulders proved to be too stubborn for Wicke's own liking. Her head almost felt like popping out of its socket after such a brief squeeze from Gil's legs. As with most smother specialists, their ultimate power usually lied below. Such force was enough to make the purplette lose train of thought and stumble around due to the choking sensation. "Don't...be...rash..." Letting out a squeak as she attempted to pry those legs apart.

She was too concentrated in repelling Gil's effort or discarding the blueness in her cheeks to focus on posture. This would come at a steep cost as the middleweight took control of their brief journey. "Ahhhhhhh!" Down Wicke's body went like a ton of bricks as her smaller opponent eventually managed to get the slam she desired. Her frame jumping as a result of Gil's improvised counter but still trapped in those not to be underestimated thighs. As if the nature of this round wasn't bad enough, but Wicke would be left completely numbed by the recent fall, remaining immobile on her back minus subtle breaths.

[Arista]

'Don't... Be... Rash...' Gil really didn't have time to not be rash, she had to take her shots when they were presented to her, otherwise she might find herself a heap on the mat kissing some ass, and that was not on her list of things to-do today, she had gotten her fill, thought, with a win here, she was almost guaranteeing another face-full or two, or three... Or four... Or...

Gil slung herself down and threw Wicke along with her...! Wicke's pounded the mat back-first, meanwhile, Gil landed perfectly perched on-top of the researcher's chest, and she knew, she wouldn't be so graciously gifted with a better shot than this...! She simply scooted forward, engulfing Wicke's face entirely beneath her...! "...Save yourself some face and..." Gil sighed, combing her fingers through her hair. "...And tap-out... Because, I just bested you...!" Gil smiled, smugly. Her imminent victory this round didn't end things, but it sure as hell made her look good...!

Wicke was no-doubt someone Gil respected, someone she could learn... Well, anything from, mostly involving smothers, but, that was just due to Gil's point-of-focus...! Sitting high and mighty atop the mountain-top, or, Wicke, in this case, made her feel as though she just took on the world, and won...! But a storm was likely brewing, they may have been even now, but things were just heating-up...!

[SwordSavior1]

In these demanding circumstances, Wicke was found in an even more perilous situation. Gil manipulating the right angle managed to deal significant damage to her opponent's stamina and land the perfect position to take the needed spoils.

Before she could take even a puff of air, the sun would set enshrouding Wicke in warm and soft darkness. The little facesit sealed the envelope, forcing the heavyweight to wither rather quickly due to lack of steam in reserves. She was already aware that a simple seconds delay could drastically affect results and this would be a resounding reminder about wasting a round. While the smug remark docked points, everything else was perfectly ideal as Wicke's movements dwindled even further until her body remained completely numb.

This match would eventually resort to the tiebreaker known as R5. Wicke had a lot of work cut out for her. With all the twists and turns she experienced, it would be hard to predict what Gil had to offer later, whether underhanded or valid tactics. Keep a close eye, then find a route to quash any form of resistance before going for the kill, that was Wicke's plan...when Gil finally decided to stand up and allow a brief rest for both.