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

[Arista]

Ossi was granted some mercy, her face would stay under Gil's rear, though her head turned to the side allowed her to breathe fresh air!

"I don't want to though...!" Gil teased, brushing her hands up Ossi's body, resting them on her stomach. "You'll have to make me, silly!" The most damage Gil could ever do was through light teasing and smothers, to many it sounded like it might be signs of her being a bad wrestler, something Gil didn't necessarily disagree with, she had no official training, her only goal was to smother and humiliate!

Gil bounced up and down, she refused to get up, at least just yet, she opted to really make this smother last, seeing Ossi struggle to get free!

[arktriumph]

Ossi let out a gasp of surprise as she felt Gil's fingers teasing down her body to rest on her exposed midriff, her back arching inadvertently at the other woman's touch. With her cheeks blushing red, she squirmed desperately beneath Gil, unable to quite fathom just how badly this match was going!

"Gaghh... nnooo... unnhh!" she blurted as Gil bounced up and down on her, further adding to the Arrogant Arab's misery as she remained trapped in place, only just able to breath with her head turned sideways beneath her foe's voluptuous rear! She could only thank her luck that this wasn't a normal match or she would have been pinned several times over by now.

Gritting her teeth, she knew she had to just hang on right now and try to outlast this awful smother. Her hips twisted left and right, legs slithering on the canvas as she struggled, and her hands shoved and grabbed at Gil's ass and thighs, pushing and groping, trying to do anything at all that might get this woman off of her!

[Arista]

It was a sight for all to behold, Ossi's jobber status was only further being drove in by the face that she had struggled since the very beginning of this match! The crowd ripped and roared at the smother, it was everything they wished to see in this match and more, Ossi's helpless struggles only adding to the experience!

Gil felt Ossi's groping, she copped a good feel of her lower half, making Gil only further her teasing. "Oh! You seem to be having fun down there, how about we try something else!" Gil grinded up and down Ossi's face for good measure, finally lifting off, Ossi's face was finally free, she could breath without the terrible humiliation of whiffing through Gil's bottom.

"Up we go...!" Gil took ahold under Ossi's arms, lifting her up, lifting with her legs. "So what's next... Oh, I know!" Gil attempted to slingshot Ossi into the furthest corner from where they stood, her goal may have been clear, but Gil had a creative spin on the idea!

[arktriumph]

"You dar-mmpphh! Nghhh!" Ossi tried to maintain some semblance of pride despite her embarrassing situation, and Gil only teased her more when she felt the Syrian groping and grasping at her plush body. With a final, detestable grinding of Gil's rear across her face, Ossi was finally released when her opponent rose up, leaving the gasping Arab slumped on the canvas. Her breasts heaved as she tried to get air back into her lungs, but Gil was already moving.

"Ngh...no, get your hands off me," Ossi burbled, struggling weakly as Gil eased her to her feet. She squirmed in her foe's grip, only for Gil to send her hurtling across the ring where she crashed into the turnbuckle!

"UNNGHH!" With her arms hooked over the top ropes Ossi sagged in the corner, red faced and wheezing for breath, still thoroughly on the back foot in this match!

[Arista]

It wasn't exactly what she had planned, but it was still perfect, and who knows, maybe she'd get a chance to try all of her signature moves this match...! If that was her goal, she'd have to start somewhere, and that somewhere would be with the Princess's Throne!

She put a good spring in her step, once closing enough distance between the two of them, she'd hop up, crashing her rear into Ossi's face, landing perfectly on top of it, pinning her opponent's head down against the top turn buckle as she sat on her face again! It was a perfect throne, high up enough to see all those in the crowd, not to mention the comfort of sitting on someone's face!

"I hope you enjoy being my throne...! The Smother Princess needs one after all...!" She giggled as she teased, she wasn't really one to consider herself royalty, anything but really, but playing the part sometimes was fun, and anyway, she fancied herself a merciful leader...!

[arktriumph]

Ossi bust heaved as she tried to get her breath back after Gil's smothering offensive, but her bubbly adversary showed no sign of letting up as she came hurtling at Ossi, leaping and turning to aim her ass squarely at the Arab beauty.

"Wha-UMMPPHHHHHHH!" Ossi's panicked cry was once again muffled as Gil landed squarely onto the helpless Syrian's face, ramming her head back and pinning her to the turnbuckle, her face once again buried in her opponent's backside! Her eyes, just barely visible as her head was forced back, were wide with horror at her new predicament. She wriggled feebly beneath Gil, still reeling from the first set of smothers that had been visited upon her, letting out faint, shrill exclamations of protest.

Her gloved hands pawed at Gil's thighs, but right now she had no leverage to free herself, thoroughly trapped in place with the crowd cheering her demise every step of the way!

[Arista]

Gil was sitting pretty atop her human throne, for Ossi, this situation couldn't be much worse, she struggled to make any progress, instead becoming a mere chair for the self-proclaimed future Smother Champion!

The muffled whines and cries from Ossi only made things much more enjoyable for Gil, the feeling was somewhat ticklish, and not even mentioning it let her know just how effective her smothers were, and just how much humiliation she was dishing out! And in this case, she was surely dishing out a big ole plate of it!

Ossi could do very little to make Gil even so much as budge, meaning all the control belonged to Gil. With that control, Gil wouldn't let up on her signature move for a few minutes, really hammering home that she was in control, and further humiliation Ossi, who could only whine and desperately try and fail to pry her off and away from her.

"Hmm, what's next..." Gil wondered, hopping off the turnbuckle, and Ossi's face. She would hardly give her opponent the time to even catch just one breath before she started trying to put her next plan into motion! Gil would give a tug on her legs, hoping to drag her down to the mat, and pull her to the center of the ring, laying flat on her back! "This'll do...!" Gil cheered, it was obvious she wasn't really trying all that hard, but she seemed to be enjoying herself nonetheless!

[arktriumph]

It seemed Ossi had merely traded one smother for another as Gil continued pressing her voluptuous rear down over the reeling Syrian's face. Her muffled cries of dismay only grew weaker with each passing moment, her hands clutching feebly at Gil's thighs, more of an unwitting caress than any meaningful attempt at escape. Embarrassment burned the pride of the arrogant Arab - this woman wasn't even supposed to be strong competition and yet Ossi had spend most of this match with her face buried in Gil's ass!

"Mpphh... gmmhhh..." she complained feebly, her breasts heaving as she tried to get enough breath into her starved lungs. By the time Gil finally dismounted Ossi was in quite a state, her hair dishevelled and cheeks flushed crimson. She sagged in the corner, eyes fluttering as she fought to breathe.

In her current state she didn't offer more than a weak whine of protest as Gil pulled the Syrian beauty's legs out from under her, dumping her unceremoniously down flat on her back on the canvas.

"Nghh... no, you can't do this to me..." Ossi blabbered helplessly as Gil dragged her to the centre of the ring to whatever fresh torment awaited her!

[Arista]

At this point, Gil was treating Ossi like she was a punching bag, luckily, or not so luckily, depending on how your looked at it, Gil wasn't actually punching her punching bag, she was just sitting on it, and giving it a one of a kind ride through all of her smothering techniques!

"Hmm, I suppose I can give you a break from the smothers if you want...!" Gil said, tapping her lip. Gil kneeled down and rested on one of her knees, then she dragged her opponent over her knee, sticking her bottom in the air for all the crowd to see! "How about a spanking? It'll give the crowd a good look at your butt instead of mine...!" Gil laughed.

She began to rain down spanks on her back side, they weren't hard at all, the barely hurt, if anything, they just made Ossi's bottom wobble with each little pat. "Naughty, naughty girl...!" Gil giggled.

[arktriumph]

Ossi lay gasping for breath at Gil's feet, stunned by the progress of the match. This woman had not been touted as anyone of particular skill, but Ossi had been on the losing side of this fight from the first second, utterly smothered into submission by Gil's relentlessness. She let out a faint whine of protest as her opponent eased her up, draping Ossi forward across one outstretched knee. She slumped in place with a gasp, her backside thrust up into the light, on display for the crowds.

Then Gil started spanking her.

"Unnhh... no please..." Ossi burbled shamefully as she flopped limply over Gil's need, helpless to stop the woman gently slapping her pert backside for all the fans to see. She wriggled pathetically but her head swam from lack of oxygen and she could barely muster the energy to struggle in the most token fashion. For now it was evident that the reeling Arab beauty was going nowhere!