Gil "Arma-Gil-O" vs. Ossi Shamar - Smother Match

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Match type: Smother Match
Rules: Win is obtained by tap out or KO via smother

Gil could be considered a jobber, just by her record alone, but she wasn't an easy opponent, she wasn't particularly strong, but her spirit was un-breakable! Not to mention, she was fast and flexible!

A lot of people severely underestimated jobbers, maybe for good reason, maybe it was good for the jobbers too, if someone went all out against an already 'weak' opponent, it might be devastating for them! Gil, wasn't going to underestimate Ossi though, she knew if she did, it might even be devastating for her...!

Gil made her entrance, in typical fashion, interacting with most everyone she passed, stopping for selfies and hugs along the way! before she finally slipped under the bottom rope, continuing to blow kisses and wave to the crowd! She settled into a corner, as much as she could at least, stretching and bouncing up and down as she waited for her opponent!

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Backstage, Ossi Shamar was in a petulant mood. Clad in her classic green gold belly top, briefs, long gloves and boots, she waited impatiently backstage for her next encounter to begin. She was tired and annoyed, having enduring a string of back to back crushing defeats in the LAW arena, leaving her reeling, and thoroughly labelled as a useless jobber by the LAW crowds. She needed some kind of break, a chance to regroup, and hopefully would get one after this latest match! Still, she had her stubborn pride urging her on - all she needed was to get some wins on the board and she could shut up all the insufferable peasants of the LAW fanbase.

Appearance

Her music Fierce Pop Starlet sounded from the speakers and, holding her head up high, Ossi strutted out into the light, ignoring the rain of mocking jeers that descended on her from the foolish fans. She swaggered down the ramp, doing her best to exude confidence despite the embarrassing reception, locking her eyes on the woman in the ring.

Clambering into the ring she stomped out to the centre, looking Gil up and down disdainfully, planting her hands on her hips. Then she glanced at the referee.

"Let's get this nonsense over with," she snapped imperiously. "I've more important things to attend to once I've knocked this silly little girl out."

[Arista]

Gil watched the supposed jobber walk her way down the ramp and into the ring. Gil witnessed the crowd doing something she never had seen before, not booing, nor cheering, but mocking! Gil couldn't help but feel empathetic for the girl, the treatment she got didn't seem fair! She would be sure to give her a good match, something that she wouldn't forget, maybe something that could boost her confidence, that is, if it was lacking.

Seeing Ossi slip into the ring and looking her up and down, seeming to disapprove of her very presence in the ring. Gil was used to it though, a fair few of those she faced were very dismissive toward her, and even if she lost most of those matches, she was far from a walk in the park!

"You won't be knocking me out, miss! I'll be winning this match...!" Gil chirped, then giggled. "Sorry, I don't mean to seem too full of myself, let's have fun, okay?" Gil bounces backward, away from Ossi as the bell rings out!

DING DING

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The girl's bubbly attitude only further increased Ossi's disdain. This 'Gil' didn't seem to appreciate the gravity of her situation whatsoever. Still, that might work in Ossi's favour, she reasoned, if the fool was naive enough to think they were both just here to have fun.

The bell rang and Gil immediately skipped away from her, forcing Ossi to follow and she tried to circle, corralling her opponent towards the corner of the ring.

If she could get in close enough, Ossi would attempt to lunge into a collar-and-elbow tie up with her chirpy opponent, trying to exert herself on the match and shove Gil right back against the ropes!

[Arista]

Gil tilted her head to the side, her hands moving to her hips. It was a reaction she got more often than not, even still, she never understood why... Were this many wrestlers so invested in winning that having fun wasn't even coming into consideration?

Gil made great use of her speed, squatting down and slipping right through the legs of Ossi! All with relative ease!

Gil shot up behind her, if things went according to plan, she would press herself against the back of Ossi, wrapping her hands around her waist and bringing her down to the mat! A cushioned tackle!

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Ossi advanced, determined to make an impact early on this match and show the naive wrestler before her that she wasn't here to have fun. She had a reputation to salvage and it needed to start somewhere. She attacked, reaching out for her foe.

"Wha...!" Ossi blurted foolishly, stumbling as the nimble Gil dodged away from her attempt at a grapple, slipping between the Syrian's legs and rising up behind her. Before Ossi could react she found her waist encircled by her opponent's arms, Gil's body pressing up against her from behind before she was hauled down to the canvas in a tackle.

"Unnhh!" she gasped as she hit the ground with Gil still holding her. "Get your hands... off me!" Her petulant demand was accompanied by her pawing at Gil's wrists, trying to peel the other woman's grip away from around her waist.

[Arista]

Gil could see Ossi struggled a lot to win, her status as a jobber was well known, and Gil was far from a skilled wrestler, making this maybe the best shot Ossi had to rebound from her terrible losses.

With a successful takedown, Gil flipped Ossi onto her back, crawling on top of her and mounting her chest! "I hope you're ready for this...!" Gil giggled, attempting to turn herself around on her opponent, if she was able to she would back her butt onto Ossi's face!

"Here come's the eclipse...!" Gil teased as she hovered over her foe's face!

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Ossi struggled in Gil's grip, but the other wrestler wasn't wasting time, neatly manoeuvring to toss Ossi onto her back and mount the arrogant Arab. Ossi squirmed as her foe pivoted on top of her, Gil's voluptuous backside edging closer to her face. Ossi's eyes went wide...

"What are you... no-NGGHMPPP!" Ossi blurted in dismay as already Gil had managed to stuff Ossi's face into her rear, attempting to smother out the Syrian as quickly as possible! The fans cheered as her face disappeared with a muffled cry.

Flailing around in a panic, Ossi eventually grabbed at Gil's hips with both hands, bucking her body and trying to shove sideways, just trying to dislodge her opponent before she could do any further damage

[Arista]

Whether it was a smother match, standard match, or any other, this was the usual for Gil! Smothering an opponent often due to her lack of willingness to strike.

Gil would had seen just about every possible counter for a smother, which gave her great practice on keeping the smother going when things got rough! She would shake and wobble, but her butt would remain firmly planted on Ossi's face, giving her a great view of Gil's backside...!

Gil stabilized her sitting position by latching her hands onto Ossi's hips, leaning herself forward a bit!

"I know you love it...!" Gil teased, rubbing it in in the most literal of ways...!

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Ossi's efforts to dislodge Gil from her position were met with utter failure as the other woman clamped her hands down on the Arab beauty's hips for stability. Not only did it help keep her position but it stopped Ossi from bucking or twisting her hips in any effort to escape!

"NGHHHHH!" Ossi squealed shrilly in frustration as Gil's backside was once again pressed down onto her face in a smother. Panic began to envelope her as she battled for breath. The match had barely started! If she couldn't escape this smother she could be consigned to a loss in a shockingly short time frame! That would be utterly intolerable - bad enough to lose but to lose so quickly would only confirm her appalling reputation...

As Gil taunted her, Ossi did the only thing she could in this position. With both hands pushing desperately under Gil's backside, she tried to ease her opponent up just long enough for her to turn her head sideways so she could at least breathe, even if she was still pinned to the canvas.

"Nghhh... get off of me!" she demanded petulantly, wriggling and pushing at Gil's plush body in protest.