Mother's Favorite: Gil "Arma-Gil-O" Vs Berserk Liger

[The Riders]

Liger smirks and brushes her hair to the side after nailing that spear. Getting to her feet slowly and placing her foot on the top of Gil chest, using her body weight to pin the woman down with ease.

Now this is how it going to go... You can either strip yourself for me right now." in that smug tone of voice looking down on poor Gil. Or I place you in my Queen Throne finisher and make you beg to strip yourself... Your choice Gil and don't try any funny business..."

She threatens keeping her foot on the woman chest even mocking her opponent by doing a fake yawn.

[Arista]

Gil laid flat on her back, staring at the lights overhead, her chest puffed up and down with every deep breath she took. Just as she started to move her legs, and tried to rise up, Liger pinned her down with her foot.

"Shut up... I'm not stripping myself, you'll have to cut these clothes off of me..." Gil tried in a weak, tired, effort to lift Liger's foot off her chest, but it did nothing to help her case, it only made her look weak.

"I don't know what makes you think you can treat people like trash, Liger, but you're making a huge mistake...!" Gil tried to threaten, but she was new to that, she was mostly used to using her enthusiasm, even in dire moments like these, something about Liger brought out a level of seriousness in her, one that she had never shown before in the ring.

[The Riders]

"oh I'm making a big mistake am I..." taunting some more pressing her foot down on the poor woman chest. Grinding her boot more onto Gil chest giving her a laughing look at the threats.

"What you think my mother is going to run down and save you Gil... Grow up that shit doesn't happen and compared to you. Your nothing but a bug that begged my mother for help to save your waste of a career." much to the loud booing from the crowd as she backs away grabbing the girl by her hair and yanking her to her feet.

Placing Gil head between her legs going to set her opponent up for a powerbomb. 'Your nothing but a Loser Gil got training from my mother can can't even do anything at all." she smirks and poses taking her time with this.

[Arista]

The crowd voiced great disapproval for just about every single move Liger made, flattering as it was, it wasn't helping Gil get out of this torment, she was being beaten, talked down to, and humiliated.

They way Liger spoke to her was enough to make her want to snap, getting yanked up by her hair and shoved between her legs only added more of that fuel to her fire.

For a spilt second, the thought of sinking her teeth into Liger's leg crossed her mind, but she washed it out, she couldn't, that wasn't the fighter she wanted to be.

"Your mom came to me, not the other way around, and my "career", hasn't been a waste...!" Gil snapped back at Liger, though her position gave her little room to dish out attitude.

Gil kept her mouth shut for the rest of what Liger said, she was getting a rise out of her, but she was more focused on getting away now. Her legs were giving a light shake, from her wearing out in this match, her hands clutched the back of Liger's thighs, she wiggled helplessly and almost effortlessly as she tried to break free.

[The Riders]

"No my mother took pity on a worthless thing like you that the difference." Liger replies back reaching down and pulling on Gil outfit yanking and pulling it up so everyone can get a good view of the girl crotch area. Much to the fan's amusement and the photos being taken of the view.

Letting out a loud grunt Liger lifts Gil up onto her shoulders. But instead of slamming her to the mat with her finisher, she wants to rub it in more on how badly beaten and humiliated she wanted her opponent to feel. Walking around the ring as if showing Gil off to the fans for them all to see, but more of her mother seeing what a waste of time it was training Gil.

[Arista]

"I'm not worthless..." Gil whined, she was on the verge of tears at this point, there was trash talking in L.A.W, for sure, it was in just about every other sport as well, but Liger was completely relentless with her verbal assault.

She yelped, almost glad that her face was mostly hidden, the embarrassment from losing a match like this was too much to bear, but at the hands of Liger, something about her made this worse, she could think of just about any possible move or humiliation that could happen in a match, but if it was done by Liger, she was sure it would be twice as bad...!

With Gil getting propped up onto Liger's shoulders, she weakly grasped at her hair to try and keep herself up a little better. "...I swear, I'll kick your butt...!" Even in this sorry state, Gil was persistent that it wasn't over, even though everyone else knew otherwise by now.

[The Riders]

"You keep saying that loser but right now looks at who in control and who isn't." she say's before walking to the middle of the ring ready to put Gil out of her misery.

Letting out a grunt and yell Liger lifts Gil up before falling forward slamming her opponent back first to the canvas with her LigerBomb2000 finisher. Wiping the fake sweat from her forehead she get's to her feet strutting around playing up to the crowd before reaching down for her opponent top to rip it off.

[Arista]

There wasn't much of a verbal display of resistance, she took this one without a word, instead, closing her eyes tight, bracing herself for the impact the would almost certainly put her out of the match for good.

This match left a lot for her to reflect on, not just her very first rival in L.A.W, but also back onto her training with Thereisa, after all, it is what sparked this bout to begin with.

THUD. Gil was crushed into the mat like an empty soda can, her legs folding up over her head before falling back flat against the mat, she laid splayed out, clinching her teeth from the impact and terrible pain in her lower back.

She didn't offer much of a reaction as Liger stripped her top off of her, she slowly moved her hands to cover her chest, now her bra was the only other thing offering her any cover on her upper-half.

[The Riders]

The match is almost over as Liger ripped Gil top off with ease. Wanting to add more salt into the wound she tosses the piece of clothing into the crowd for the fans to fight over it.

Reaching down and grabbing Gil shorts and start's to yank on them. Pulling her opponent up to her feet by the back of her shorts hard. "You lose you little runt know that I'm not that cruel of a woman I will allow you to leave my ring with your bra on...." that smug tone in her voice as she smirks at her beaten opponent.

[Arista]

Gil grunted and groaned. "...Hey...! That cost money, you know...!" Gil complained, weakly, hardly any fight left in her body, or voice now.

Gil stopped trying to cover herself as Liger tugged on her shorts, recently helping herself up, it really seemed Liger wasn't done with her, at this point she was playing with her food...!

"I haven't lost, this match isn't over yet...!" She sounded dead, there was zero energy in anything she said, but even still, she kept on going, pushing through, never breaking completely.