Call the shots: Berserk Liger vs Gil

[The Riders]

Table Match
Win by putting your opponent through a table


Liger is waiting backstage for her cue. She has been waiting for this match since catching the little brat and her mother training at the gym, She is still mad at her mother for that even costing her mother a match against those two idiot wrestlers and herself ended up being smothered by the blonde woman backside as her mother suffered the same fate. So now she on her own since Ana has been trying to play peacemaker between them both as the group has gotten off to a rocky start."I got this I don't need my mother and I will prove it tonight just wait mom our going to see me crush this little joke of a wrestler, so you can focus on me again." Serilda says to herself. Feeling the jealousy at the thought of her mother giving someone like Gil all of that attention with ease, while she didn't get it that easy, and she is the woman flesh and blood.

Music begins to play on the speakers as men in suits appear on the stage forming two rows of lines down to the ring with their heads bowed. Standing in the at the front of the stage is Aliyah wearing shades with a big grin on her face. As rainbow colors shine on stage from the lights as she is holding the mic in her phones Ladies and Gentlemen, my client the one and only バーサーカー(BAASAAKAA) ライガー(RAIGAA)

Walking out on stage, Serilda smirks, striking a pose as everybody bows to her as she makes her way down to the ring. Wearing her new gear as she slides into the ring with a confident grin on her face. Stepping over to the ropes, and bends forward with a cruel look on her face, eager to put her opponent through a table.

[Arista]

Gil and Liger hadn't seen eye-to-eye since back when the two met for the very first time, and it wasn't for lack of trying, Gil wanted to be-friend Liger, but that wasn't happening, not now at least, and given the situation they both found themselves in, it wasn't going to happen anytime soon! Tonight's match was nothing but a grudge-match, one for frustrations to fly free, and one to either have Liger prove her dominance in a one-sided rivalry, or for Gil to even things up in this rematch!

"...Facing off against Liger, Ahem, I mean Berserk Liger, is none other than the Honorary SWAT Kat, standing at 5'7 and weighing in at 131 lbs, and my personal pick for this match... ARMA-GIL-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

Spoiler

Cannon's busted out confetti, but Gil's typical theme didn't play, instead, it was the SWAT Kats theme! And of course, Gil was dressed in her attire to commemorate that! She pranced down the ramp, much to the crowd's excitement, who roared and cheered for her as she shook hands, gave out selfies, and blew kisses out to her fans!

She took her time getting there, but once she did, she would slide up-under the bottom-most rope, and into the ring! She shot up straight, visiting each and every corner, even ignoring Liger, skipping right by her in order to get to the once she was closest to, all just to make sure she could wave to all of her fans. She eventually settled into the corner opposite of Liger's, her face was graced with a smile, not letting the match at hand get in the way of her having fun, even if it was a bout that could easily get out of hand, she wasn't letting Liger get to her, not yet, anyway...

[The Riders]

Liger is giving Gil the death glare as soon as the woman walks out on stage. The nerve of that woman acting like she some Swat Kat and even having the theme music and everything, so that just feeds the fire of jealousy in her seeing that somehow Gil is getting everything handed to her just because of who she is. But when it was her she had to get beaten, humiliated and embarrassed before even her own mother paid attention to her and yet Gil just waddles up and snatches it away cause because of them training together.

Her eyebrow twitches, seeing the disrespect that Gil gives her by walking past her. She is visibly shaking with rage and anger as she keeps herself composed waiting for as soon as the bell rings she is going to take her fist, and slam it down Gil throat as payback for doing something like this to her, she swears that she is.

"Well well well... If it isn't, the so-called honorary member of the Swat Kats' Liger taunts as the bell rings in the background to begin the match. "SO going to act like a goody two shoes again, or you're going to be a Heel for this match up. DOn't think I forgot about you fighting dirty and trying to cheat.' she says, wanting to already get in Gil head before the match even starts.

Before Liger lunges forward out of her corner, her right leg raised as she plans to go for a big boot to Gil face to start the match off. Going for a familiar move to start off her matches like always.

[Arista]

"You're one to talk about fighting dirty after paying those two two to injure me...!" Gil snaps back. "...I wonder why you would do that, is it because you can't beat me on your own, and need me to be at a disadvantage...?" Gil teased, impishly smiling at her rival. There was immediately a heavy feeling set onto the arena, the two were out for blood, metaphorical or otherwise, it was set to be a devastating defeat for whoever was the less fortunate between the two of them...!

With the bell having rung during their quip-fest, Liger didn't have to wait for anything other than her own desired before taking off, she was fast, but Gil had distance, and quite a bit of speed herself, making it a tight slip away, but still easy enough to get out and around Liger before her heel connected right with her face...! "Nice try, but you missed...!" Gil got herself behind Liger, and before she could act, Gil would slip her arm through the arch in her legs, planting her hand on her stomach whilst she knelt, her leg fixed right behind one of her heels, so that with one good press, she would tumble down backwards, and flat onto her back, while Gil's body was arranged perfectly to slip between her legs.

There was an easier way to do thing, sure, but why not make it look effortless, and spice things up early on with that humiliation of making Liger look like she wasn't even the slightest issue for Gil to handle! If she could keep her down long enough to adjust herself into position, Gil would hook Liger's legs under her arms, before stepping just above Liger's head and planting her ass right down on her face...! It was a meaningless pin, but flashing her upturned bottom to the crowd might be just the way Gil wanted to start things off...!

[The Riders]

Liger went for her classic opening move as soon as the bell rung. She has always been able to put a lot of force behind the big boot move that she has always been comfortable doing since she started wrestling. But Gil was able to dodge and slide out of harm way with an amazing counter that even confused herself, much to the amazement of the crowd who saw it happen live.

Somehow, Gil was able to slip her arm underneath her body and fall backward, forcing the both of them to fall to the canvas in a heap of limbs. Liger let's out a gasp of air due to her back slamming into the canvas with a groan, stunned that she was taken down this easily and early, but more the shock that Gil is still able to wrestle at this speed after the beating she took from her hired help not too long ago. Biting her bottom lip and thinking if her plan to soften up her opponent really worked out like she plans or if somehow Gil was able to recover enough to fight this match.

But too busy thinking that over as she looks up, seeing her opponent behind sitting down right on her face. Furious at the position she is to end and her own backside being shown to the crowd, just keeps spiking her anger at her small opponent, her face starting to turn red from the rage and anger of ending up like this. Letting out muffed curses and threats underneath Gil bottom. 'You... Little piece of mmmphhmm...'

[Arista]

"What was that...? I don't think I caught that last part...!" Gil teased, pulling in Liger's hips closer to her stomach, bending her further and lifting her rear further up into the air. She looped her fingers through the back part o her one piece, and wiggled it up her butt-crack. "You should let me keep you like this, you're absolutely adorable...!" Gil chuckled, kissing her palm before raising it up and unleashing Satan's firey hand down onto Liger's poor up-turned ass...!

"Don't tell me that's all you got, it's almost like you're the one who got beaten...!" Gil's smile grew wider as the look on her face turned to one of maliciousness. "...I wonder why you did send those two after me... Are you not confident that you could do it yourself, or are you just that afraid of being embarrassed by me?" Gil turned her hips slowly to rub in her position of dominance she held at the moment. "Well guess what Liger, I'm already embarrassing you...! So hurry up and give me your all...!"

Gil leaned back hard, keeping her butt firmly planted in place, but bending Liger further back, almost folding her in half with one swift movement. She wanted to win against Liger, sure, but she wanted Liger to get her head out of her ass, or, her own ass? Whatever, she wanted Liger to give it her all, even with the slight aches and pains she felt lingering from her match against Freya and Elm, she wasn't going to let it slow her down!

[The Riders]

Liger can't growl and keep struggling to free herself from the position she finds herself in. On her back with her legs up in the air and what worse is Gil, wanting to get payback for hiring the two sisters to beat up, decides to dig her one-piece outfit farther up her backside so that when she plops back down on Liger face. She is getting more bare cheeks, which just adds to the humiliating way that Gil is using to beat her. 'Mmmphmmm' Liger can only mumble out underneath her opponent butt before feeling repeating strikes against her own plump back side by Gil, each spank turns her cheeks bright red till they're starting to sting from taking it.

Being bent even farther than her body is really supposed to. Showing off it flexibility as she was bent almost in half, but what worse is hearing the other woman talk and run her mouth. She starts to slowly try to turn her head to the side, planning on doing the one thing that will get Gil off of her face. But to also leave a mark that will make sure it stays it her for a while, as she gets into position and opens her mouth wide before biting down on Gil butt cheek with her teeth.

[Arista]

"Do you want to tap already? There is no shame in admitting I'm the better wrestler, you know? I mean, everyone already knows it, so you can save yourself from the embarrassment with just three little taps...!" Gil chuckled, fully swallowing Liger's features underneath her bottom, the only thing the crowd could see of Liger's head was the her hair on the top. Gil swirled her hips in small circles, driving her foes face as far deep as it would possibly go, but her humiliating tactics wouldn't go without an answer from Liger...!

"...Are you even still awake down there? I wanted to smother you more...!" Gil's teasing and giggles would be sent into a shrill squeak, as the she would be reminded of what happened last time she smothered Liger, a pair of teeth sunk into her soft flesh, shooting a sharp pain and a shiver up her body! Gil shot up from her personal throne and clutched her butt with both of her hands, turning back to face Liger who laid flat on the mat. "...What the hell was that?! You can't go calling me a cheater when you're pulling jazz like that...!"

Gil rubbed her plump cheeks, luckily, no blood was drawn like last time, unluckily, Liger was free, and likely angry as all hell. There was no fear of it though from Gil, she wasn't scared of Liger, she just wanted to show her, and Thereisa that she could hold her own against her, that she wasn't some low-hanging-jobber-fruit, that she was just as good as anyone, and was just as capable of winning a match as anyone...!

[The Riders]

Liger gives a wicked looking glare to her opponent who is holding her backside after being bitten. She would gladly do the biting again if her opponent keeps trying to smother her, she is at the point where she doesn't care about what the rules say. Her only issue is beating Gil and embarrassing her in a way that would force her mother to see reason that the other woman, but it is more of her own jealously that is driving her to act out and beat her opponent up by any means possible.' Oh, shut, you little loser. You're going to wish you never met my mother after I'm done with you.

On her feet she rushes forward planning on getting the jump again on the other woman, she knows that speed wise Gil is faster than herself by a bit but when it comes to power she is stronger, and she's going to show everyone how far stronger she is compared to her opponent. Raising her arm up, going for another clothesline again, but it is a feint as she plans to run past Gil before stopping and throwing a super kick right at the other woman head.

[Arista]

Her brow furrowed as she shot a look of disapproval to Liger. "...This goes further than that, whatever is going on between you and your mom is for you both to figure out...!" Gil stops rubbing her rear and placed her hands out in-front of her, ready to guard any oncoming attacks. "...Your mother asked me to train with her, not the other way around..." She drew in a deep breath and let out a sigh, the look on her face softened, becoming more friendly. "...Liger, if you want me to stop training with your mom, I'll gladly stop, I never wanted to get in-between you two, we don't have to try and kill each other, you know..." She looked to diffuse the situation, letting her guard down, but this discussion was an un-wise one...

Gil brings her guard back up quick, ready to dodge under or around the clothesline, but it was off, it didn't look like it would have connected anyway, so what was Liger scheming? Just as Liger passed by her, she landed a deadly kick right to the back of the head, sending her falling down like a board of wood, flat on her stomach, down onto the mat.

Her head spun, and a splitting pain struck her right in the back of her head. She rolled over onto her back, holding the back of her head, her eyes sealed shut and wincing from the pain. Her words fell on deaf ears, Liger wasn't listening to anything she said, and if she was, she didn't care, she came her with one goal and she wasn't letting up on it, she was going to hurt Gil.