Smother Tour; Night and Day - Heather Sunderland Vs. Gil "Arma-Gil-O"

[Arista]

Match Type: Smother Match
Rule: Winner is decided by either tap-out or KO via smother.

The arena was jam-packed full of restless fans awaiting two popular, and well-liked, young faces (and tweener) of L.A.W! The fans chatted amongst themselves before a sharp, shrill, noise suddenly echoed throughout the arena. All eyes turned to the center of the ring, where stood the announcer, whose smooth, deep voice would come though next, contrasting the feedback. "Ahem! Tooooooonight's bout between Armagilo and Heather Sunderland is a standard smother match, with the winner being declared by tap-out or knockout...!" The crowd applauded. "...But folks, we're in for a treat tonight, a stipulation will come into play, as both ladies will have the chance, if they win, to collar, and leash their opponent, and do whatever it is they please, so long as it takes place within the confides of the arena, which I'm sure none of you will be complaining about...!" He held his arms out to his side, a sly smirk on his face as the crowd erupted once more. "Without further ado, let's see our wrestlers for the night...! Coming in first, the American standing at 5'7 and weighing in at 131 lbs, ARM-A-GIL-OOOOOOOOOO!"

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The cannons shot off with the drop of the song, shooting out pink, white, and silver confetti to the crowd, and with it, out came Gil! She sauntered down the ramp, in her hand, holding a long, pink leash, complete with white and silver hearts. Gil came prepared, and she came to win! She began to swing the leash above her head, rotating it in circles like a lasso, before cracking it down in front of her, at least it was supposed to... It smacked hard on the ramp a bit too far too the right, nearly catching an audience member right in the face! "Oops, so sorry about that...!" They shot her a dirty look before Gil quickened her pace to the ring, it looks like Heather just made a new fan without even doing anything...!

Once Gil came up to the ring, she rolled under the bottom most rope, hooking her collar and leash up in one of the corners before hopping up onto that very same corer to blow kisses and wave to the crowd! Eventually she came down off the turnbuckles and started to strength and jump in place. She knew the stakes for a regular smother match were pretty clear, if you lost, you got a face-full of butt, or boobs, or whatever else the winner saw fit, but given the stipulation for this one, it was much more humiliating, prolonged, and demeaning. Gil had never met Heather before, so she wasn't sure how much they had in common, if anything, but one goal they definitely shared, was avoiding getting a collar around their throats at any cost...!