Smother Tour; Caught Between a Mat and a Soft Place! - Wicke Sykes Vs. Gil "Armagilo"

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Match Type: Smother Match
Rules: Best of 5, first one to gain 3 falls, either by tap-out, or KO, via smother, wins.

Endurance was undoubtedly one of the most, if not the most important factor when it came to smother matches, or really, any match for that case! Being able to withstand long, grueling matches against some of the roughest and toughest around was not easy task, going toe-to-toe with anyone took a fair bit of it, but when it came to smother matches, where you might be spending a fair bit of time trapped under someone's backside, or stuck between their breasts, or whatever other method of smother they chose, would require a good set of lungs! Being able to take a smother was just as crucial to the match as dishing them out, the more time you could take it, the more time you had to break out of it, and that was what would be being put to the test in tonight's match-up...!

"Folks, we have yet another bout on this so-called Smother-Tour, in which tonight's contestants will put to the test who can be the first to gain three falls! First up, on her way to the ring, the little-lamb with the rump you can't stump...! ARM-A-GIL-OOOOOOOOOOO" The announcer belted out, making a grand gesture with their free arm to the ramp.

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BANG.

Confetti erupted from the cannons, raining down onto the crowd and ramp, and with it, out came Gil! She skipped and pranced, waving, blowing kisses, and hugging her fans as she made her way down to the ring-side. She stopped once she reached it, turning around and bowing before the crowd, a grin plastered wide across her face. She slid under the bottom-most rope, and into the ring, springing up and posing for all the ring-side photographers and videographers! Her newest attire did little to hide her backside, it clung to her, almost skin-tight and wedged itself slightly up her butt! It was the perfect attire for a smother match...! Once she finished teasing the cameras, she bounced up and down in her corner, keeping herself warmed up and ready while she waited for her opponent to make her appearance!

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So a new young star claims to have the best backside business and gaining quite a follow. Of course someone like Wicke couldn't more interested in the prospect of seeing whether these words hold up, especially since she was specifically name dropped in that precious promo of Gil's. It also helped that the 'Arma-Gil-O' was such a darling and had a rather excitable personality. Endurance was certainly one of Wicke's best assets besides her skill and experience, the ability to persist longer bouts and multiple bumps, including comfortable suffocation. Perhaps the veteran can partake in this smother gauntlet, it wouldn't be foreign to her. She might be the toughest obstacle the rookie shall face yet. One shall rise to the top and the other will be buried underneath some curvy tush.

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In comparison to the young woman already in the squared circle, Wicke's entrance was a bit more reserved yet had every intention of appealing to the fans. Upon emerging onto the top ramp, the purplette kept her head high while embarking on a strut towards the ring, purposely swaying her hips so the spectators could witness her mostly exposed assets. Her expression could only be described as poised, having conducted a plan and backup for this lengthy bout.

Carefully climbing up the steel steps, she slipped her large frame in between the ropes only to stop halfway. Wicke felt it was necessary to gift her fans an additional treat, shaking her hips rhythmically while the fans whistled. Finally entering the ring, Wicke immediately approached the adorable demon she was due to face.

"Aren't you the most adorable little thing?" Plucking Gil's cheeks as if she was a child at the family reunion. "I hope by the conclusion that lovely face of yours remains perfectly intact" Enforcing that she will take this sensual match seriously otherwise, wishing to pave the road for the rest of this so called tour.

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Wicke's entrance was much more graceful, elegant, and mature, compared to that of Gil's which focused on getting her fans pumped up, and herself pumped up! Gil watched on as Wicke swayed her hips side to side. She gave the crowd, and cameras a lot to get a look at, and they were eating it up, in a way, Gil was too! She new Wicke was going to be a tough obstacle, but one she would have to overcome in order to solidify herself as a serious contender for the dreamed after Smother Championship.

Wicke made it high on her list of potential winners for that belt on her own List she published, and for good reason! Looking at the veteran, there was no doubting she had everything she needed to make it work, all this proven in her matches, most notably, the Smother Smackdown last year, which Wicke won! There may not be a bigger obstacle Gil needed to hurdle over in order to really make herself know in the smother game as the best around...!

Gil went to speak, but right as she did, the older woman made a move only a grandma would, pulling at the rookie's cheeks. "Itsh niche to meet you too mishh Wicke...!" Gil rubbed her face as Wicke finally stopped her motherly-attitudes. "...Don't you worry about my face, it'll be in perfect shape by the time this match is through...!" Gil puffed her chest out with pride. "This won't be a walk in the park for either of us, so give it your all, Miss Wicke, this match means a lot to me, so I won't be going down easy...!" Gil bounced quickly on her feet, staying loose and ready to dodge at any moment, and right on queue, the bell rang out...!

DING DING.

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The Smother Championship may as well be Schrodinger's title. While a popular specialty enough to make an article on, there has yet to be a title custom or officially sanctioned, for now at least. Wicke might have been the closest to an arguable title holder so far due to her battle royale, so this could easily be the main attraction for this tour, therefore the researcher planned to make this an extra special spectacle. She pondered about her opponent's tactics, assuming that it will be a speed vs strength sort of ideal and that Gil must have a special plan to land three successive assaults on the older woman.

There was still time for formalities as Wicke approached to admire her upcoming opponent's adorableness. On the additional plus side Gil seemed to be a modest and eager woman in return. It would be a crime to deny this person a fair match regardless of her experience or stature. "I vow to try my best as well, so good luck." Her stance remained unchanged besides now only feeling the air. For the sake of fairness, she took a large step back to provide space as the bell sounded.

To start things off, Wicke lowers herself to a defensive crouched stance, wanting to observe Gil's movements first before enacting her first attack.

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Wicke's assumptions would be correct, Gil was almost always going to use her speed to her advantage, even more so against a larger opponent like Wicke. But one thing both women knew well, was that using strength, speed, or any other physical ability, wasn't as easy as just being faster, or just being more powerful, it took plenty of technique, and situational awareness in order to land something that would put you at an advantage! During her training with the SWAT Kats, Gil was given pointers on something that should have been obvious, and that was to watch your opponent, and make a move based off of what they do. Find a weakness, and strike at it with everything you got!

Just before the bell rang, Gil nodded her head at the veteran, knowing full-well that this match was going to a be a tough one, and despite Wicke being an understandable opponent to lose a smother match too, it was one she couldn't afford to lose. "Good luck to you too, Miss Wicke...!" Gil smiled, stepping a few steps back herself, a growing distance gave the two more than enough room to breath, think, and prepare for whatever it was the other would plan to throw their way!

DING DING.

The bell rang, both Gil, and Wicke, stood watching for a moment, neither of them wanted to make the first move, but Gil had to take her shot, if only just to break the ice. Gil, suddenly went into full throttle, charging at Wicke, but as she neared, it was clear her eyes were set behind her, not on her! Gil zipped past the older woman, given she didn't try and stop her, and would bounce off the ropes behind her, slingshotting off of the and diving up, trying to catch Wicke with a flying hip attack to the back of the head...!

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This match could serve as an example about quality versus quantity in terms of training, since a majority of Wicke's training regime mostly derived from observation. Far from a burly cavewoman, the older fighter wished to use her gifts wisely, wait for the right moment before landing a meaningful hit or sit.

Provided that Gil's accessories weren't warning of an actual demon, Wicke shouldn't be too worried on the off chance this proud fighter got a bit too attached. "Oh just call me Wicke darling!" Accompanying pre-match formalities with a doting smile in return.

As courtesy of a new match, there was a lot of chatter in the crowd that gradually died down as they patiently anticipated the first move. Wicke formulated a few scenarios about how Gil could approach her. Suddenly concentration would be diverted by the brunette busting off into a sprint. The researcher was quick to deduce that the punier fighter wanted the ropes instead of her immediately. She tried sidestepping to block Gil's path but the Armagilo barely slipped past.

Therefore the alternative was to turn around and intercept the actual attack coming her way, thus Wicke lowered to a crouch stance with arms in front then pivoting around. She thought the ropes springing was the rebound for a low strike, but it was instead an aerial strike. Mildly surprised, she was luckily in a formation to only tank a fraction of the force. "Auhhhhhh!" Yet Gil's rear was powerful enough to stagger Wicke a few inches and almost make her topple anyway. "Impressive...uhhhhh" Still reeling slightly and temporarily stunned.

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"Oh, sure thing, Mis- I mean, Wicke...!" Gil was growing as a fighter everyday, she'd seen a lot of progress since she first joined back in early spring, and a lot of that was thanks to the many different tutors that took her in. Of course, The SWAT Kat's were a huge help in making her think more, reading her opponents, being more evasive, and playing to her strengths! The Booty Princesses, in Peach and Daisy, taught her how much more there was to smothers than just sitting down on someone's face! And Cyber Widow...! She, well she taught her a few things as well... The two, both being smother-specialists, ultimately shared more than they thought, of course, Wicke had years more experience than Gil, so that was something huge she had going for her side of the ring...! But ultimately, Experience was just one factor in the grand scheme of things...!

Gil flew high, and maybe got lucky with her hit, that knocked right into the researcher and sent her stumbling backward! Gil landed, shifting on the back of her heel and twirling back to face Wicke in an instant! She knew against someone of such high caliber, she couldn't let her guard down, so her eyes needed to be set on the prize at all times! Any second her back was turned from her opponent, she was a target...! Judging by the veteran smother-fighter's reaction, her hit was a little more than impressive, she could hit those all day, after all, they were the closest thing Gil had to a strike in her arsenal...! But the name of the game was to land smothers, and a lot of them, so that's exactly what Gil would do!

"Thanks for the compliment, Wicke...! I'll be sure to make it count...!" Gil still struggled to not put the "Miss" before her opponent's name. Gil didn't wait long before zipping back forward, instead though of hitting Wicke in her dazed and vulnerable state, Gil went to be as unpredictable as she could, slidding down and slipping between the plump woman's legs! Once she made her baseball-like slide, she wouldn't stand back up, instead, she's hug against Wicke's legs, bringing them close together and she began to sway forward and back, over and over! "Just. A. Few. More. And... TIMBER!" Gil said between sways, her face smooshed against the back of the older woman's thighs, her features molding against her soft legs. If she wasn't careful, Wicke might fall back on one of those sways rather than forward, which would catch Gil in the crossfire and set her up for prime smothering! However, if she fell forward, the roles would be reversed...!

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If Wicke knew the extent of Gil's dedications towards building her expertise, she would have been more cautious and impressed simultaneously. Of course actually partaking in many matches greatly boosted her prowess, if only there was more overlap between her opponents and Gil's.

The aerial hip attack still left Wicke blinded so she wouldn't witness her opponent twirling around like a ballerina. Any moment the purplette couldn't keep a wide eye, the increased likelihood of being overwhelmed by those special strikes Gil possessed. However the smaller wrestler opted for manipulating the curvy woman's lack of leverage. Raising her arms up to block were thwarted by an adorable pest tunnelling underneath those legs. "Urhhhhh." She tried pressing her feet against the canvas, so those legs would remain melded and prevent a nasty bump. However feeling the little demon's skin brush against her thighs made concentration

She wasn't a pendulum but at least could sense a rhythm from all the swaying. If Wicke grabbed her opponent, it could accidentally lead to another snag so it was perhaps best suited that she embraced gravity. Just as Gil pulled her forward, the purplette used this boost of momentum to suddenly heave her hips back. No longer anchoring herself to the mat, Wicke would perform a backwards freefall, hoping to crush Gil's small frame in all her bodyweight.

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Gil's sways back and fourth persisted, she wasn't letting loose until Wicke fell flat on her backside and gave Gil what she wanted! Her pest-like behavior was just one of her newly embraced styles, she was unconventional in a lot of ways, but also, unpredictable, which could play in her favor more often than not! Gil knew she could be annoying to fight, going back to her debut, Danielle Degardin found her to be unbearable, her style from her debut wasn't something she needed to shy away from, playing the role of the little demon was what she needed to get the upper-hand, she was, in the end, the gremlin of the ring...!

Whether or not Wicke would have come down against her will or not didn't matter, what mattered in the end, is that she did come down, however, not in the direction Gil had hoped for... "One, more...! One, more...! One, mo-" Gil's repetitive back and fourth mantra's would be cut off with a short yelp, as the larger woman came crashing down backward! Coming down, her rear just barely missed Gil's face, instead, her thighs covered it up, and her legs held her against the mat. "Mmmph...!"

Gil pawed away at Wicke's legs, eventually prying apart her large thighs and sucking in a deep breath! "...Freedom...!" Gil shouted out, despite only being caught under her for mere seconds. "Mmm! Get, off, please...!" Gil shuffled, shifted, squirmed, and writhed, nothing granted her freedom as Wicke's thighs, once on her face now held her shoulders down against the canvas, making her as good a target as the veteren researcher would ever get...! "...So, umm... How are you doing?" Gil halted all movement, trying to joke, knowing she was in a sour spot!

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On occasion Wicke's rear would make contact with those horn props, resulting in slightly louder moans. Hopefully Gil didn't mind if her outfit was slightly asymmetrical. No matter how many trials, a possible outlier that could her overly mischievous opponent might not be properly prepared for without a sufficient learning curves.

Having at least studied the motion of swaying, Wicke would make the decision to drop for positive results, at least in the heavyweight's favour. Her greatest weapon didn't grace the bullseye, but still made skin to skin contact. "Ahhhhh...so soft.." The purplette felt rather relaxed thanks to feeling Gil's warm up close and personal. If only she had exact coordinates on the younger woman's current position then it could have been a full smother.

Midst her opponent's resistance, Wicke decided to keep a coolhead by using her legs as basically prison bars to trap Gil. Pressing her lower torso downwards only moderately to prevent her hostage from leaving. "Leaving so soon? At least wait for the next fall. Minus a little itch, I am doing well thank you!" Adopting a sort of casual demeanour midst the circumstances, playing along with little Gil's joke. After a minute of leg smothering, Wicke decided to ease up for a few seconds, giving the brunette a slight window to escape, but very short as Wicke reared her hips so she can hope to envelop Gil's whole face.