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

[Arista]

If this proved anything at all for Gil, it was that she wasn't the biggest jobber out there, hopefully, it proved that she wasn't a jobber at all! She knew she had the skill, she knew she had the motivation, there was one missing ingredient though, something she couldn't quite put her finger on... But that was of no worry right now! She was in control, and Ossi couldn't as much as lay a finger on her!

Gil continued on, light little smacks to Ossi's upturned backside didn't hurt nearly as much as they might have humiliated the woman, it was more like Gil was mocking her, holding her in place just to put in the smallest effort into spanking her.

"That should be enough!" Gil smiled, pushing Ossi off her knee, sending her back onto the mat. She pondered over what to do next, it was like she was highlighting her move-set rather than actually fighting, treating Ossi like a mere training dummy...!

"I got it...!" Gil wasn't just the self declared Smother Princess, she was going to be the Smother Champion! And what better way to prove that than to pull out every single smother she could think of!

"This one is a fan favorite...!" Gil laughed, grabbing ahold of one of Ossi's hands, lifting her up to her knees before yanking that arm right through her legs, forcing her opponent's face right into her plush backside, pulling of the Marshmallow Press!

[arktriumph]

The soft spanks didn't really hurt her body, but they stung her bruised pride as she lay across Gil's knee, helpless to stop the continuing embarrassment. Ossi squirmed weakly until Gil unceremoniously rolled the Syrian heiress off and onto the canvas. She didn't get much respite though, as Gil then hauled her up to her knees, taking a firm grip on Ossi's wrists and yanking them between her legs.

"MGGHHH!" Ossi blurted as her face was dragged forward straight into Gil's plush cheeks once again. She could manage little more than a series of mewling, muffled whimpers as her world was once again reduced to darkness. On her knees with her arms clutched tightly by Gil, Ossi had no leverage to escape.

All thoughts of winning this match faded from the Arab beauty's mind as she struggled just to say conscious, her breasts heaving as she tried to get a lungful of air through the suffocating embrace of her opponent's rear. Soon her arms went limp in Gil's grasp, and it if the hold was held for much longer Ossi would be crashing into unconsciousness, sooner rather than later!

[Arista]

Gil wasn't just a smother specialist, she was a humiliation specialist! She looked for any chance she had to embarrass her opponent, all without hurting them, of course...!

"...I don't want to sound mean, Ossi... But are you even trying...?" Gil almost immediately regretted saying that, likely shattering an already broken ego. "...I don't mean it like that or anything...! I just wonder if you maybe secretly enjoy this...!"

Gil tried to explain away her shame from what she thought was an unnecessary jab to the woman, so she just hide her opponents face away in her backside.

The crowd roared, seeing Gil handle someone with such ease was a great sight to see for her fans! Ossi, likely felt the exact opposite, her jobber status was going to be set in stone after this one, maybe to the point of no return...

Gil could tell her opponent was growing weaker and weaker, she might be able to end this match early, but if that was the case, she wanted to do it her way, with style, to really make herself look strong, or at least skilled!

Gil dropped Ossi's arm to the mat, it was time for the set-up, the beginning of the end for this match! The best move Gil thought she could pull off, it was going to be perfect!

She climbed up to the top of one of the turnbuckles, blowing kisses to the crowd, an aerial move looked imminent, causing her fans to grow even louder!

[arktriumph]

"MMPPH!" a muffled shriek of outrage escaped from Ossi's lips as Gil taunted her, mocking her 'efforts' in the ring and questioning whether she was even trying. The worst part was that she was trying. She was simply failing, again. Trapped with her face buried in Gil's ass, and having spent most of the match in a similar predicament, the humiliation was almost too much for the haughty heiress to endure.

"Gmmhhh... nhhh..." she complained uselessly, the strength fading from her body fast and blackness approaching. But before she could pass out, her foe finally relented.

When Gil finally released her Ossi crumpled to the canvas in a limp heap, barely conscious as she rolled flat on her back with a moan. Her arms were flung past her head, her legs splayed open and eyes fluttering weakly as she lay in the middle of the ring at Gil's mercy. The Arab beauty tried to gather her thoughts, gasping for breath as she attempted to recover before Gil could enact her high-flying plan!

[Arista]

This match had been all in Gil's favor thus far, and it really didn't look like anything was going to change that, Ossi, could hardly get a word in, much less an opportunity to go on the offensive...!

Come to think of it, Gil was pretty curious what Ossi's offense would even look like, maybe she was a high-flyer, or a smother/humiliation specialist, just like her...!

But those questions could come later, for now, it was time for the grand finale! Gil wasn't much of an aerialist herself, but the idea of it was fun, using her bodyweight to take someone down rather than strikes was appealing, it played more into her style!

With Ossi in the perfect position, Gil knew she had to take her chance, she stood atop the turnbuckle, throwing her hands up high above her head, the crowd roared, anticipating what was to come next! "Brace yourself, Ossi...! This is the end of the match...!" Gil declared, bending her knees, lining herself up as perfectly as she could, before diving off the top of the turnbuckle, aiming to land butt first on Ossi's face...!

"Cannon ball...!" Gil shouted, hugging her knees tight to her chest, it was an aerial version of her finisher, the Dew Drop!

[arktriumph]

Lying on her back moaning pitifully, Ossi's eyes fluttered at the sound of Gil's words. Dimly she knew she needed to move, to fight back against this disastrous chain of events, but her body wouldn't respond. Beaten and breathless, she lay at Gil's mercy. She heard the cry from her opponent and the corresponding cheer from the audience...

Ossi just about had time to register Gil's ample backside plummeting towards her face. Her mouth opened to cry out in panic, but before she could even do that, her foe slammed down on top of her!

"GMPPHHHH!" Ossi blurted as the impact smashed her head into the canvas hard, once again forcing her face deep into Gil's plush cheeks and reducing her world to darkness. Her whole body jerked briefly from the landing before her arms and legs slumped limply to the mat. "Mmmphh..."

The fight had been completely smothered out of Ossi now and she had no choice but to accept the inevitable. With a final sigh of capitulation she gave in, passing out beneath Gil after the woman's dominating display that consigned Ossi Shamar to yet another crushing defeat!

[Arista]

Even if Ossi managed to squeak out any kind of noise, the crowd might have just drowned it out! Such a dominant win for Gil was all but official at this point!

As she leapt off the top turnbuckle, her posterior was perfectly aligned, just waiting to make collision with Ossi's poor face! Ossi's fate was sealed, she had a long way to go if she wanted to take away the jobber status that she had slapped on her.

SLAM! A thud reverberated throughout the arena, Gil landed square on Ossi's nose, and not even mere seconds after she stuck the landing, Ossi would get knocked out! The ref hurried over, seeing her go limp, checking to see if she was conscious!

After lifting and dropping her arm down to the mat, it was declared that she had lost, Gil had won, via KO! Gil threw her hands up, lifting swiftly off Ossi's nose, finally giving her something of a break, though, she was out of it now...

[arktriumph]

Ossi didn't even stir as Gil dismounted from the beaten Syrian's face, revealing her flushed features, her eyes closed as lay out cold on the canvas. She remained oblivious as the referee raised Gil's arm to declare her the winner.

Not until the ref patted her face to bring her back to the real world did Ossi catch up to the unpleasant reality of yet another loss. She glowered at Gil, biting back all the angry words for now, her cheeks blushing crimson with embarrassment at the memories of the match.

With the continuing jeers of the fans ringing in her ears, Ossi gathered what little dignity she had left and fled the ring!

WINNER: GIL "ARMA-GIL-O" BY SMOTHER KO