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

[Arista]

She couldn't give in, this was her tour, after all, she had to be the one who was winning most, if not all of these matches, she had to kick ass in everyway she could! But kicking butt with her own butt was easier said than done, it wasn't as easy as some of the snobs in L.A.W might think it is, this was a gritty match, and she was going to fight hard to prove herself as the top smother-er in L.A.W, one that could compete against the best using her assets alone...!

"...I'm referring to you, Wicke, I'm not going down easy, so take every second seriously, and don't even think about letting your guard down, because it will come back to bite you in the bottom...!" Gil snickered, a sly grin plastered across her face. "...You see these horns, they aren't just the horns of a goat, but of the beast...!" Gil cackled, ready to attack. "...The Beast of Armagilo, that is...! The biggest, the baddest, and the most terrifying beast L.A.W has ever, and will ever see...!" With her new-found confidence brought on by her spiel, Gil sprung her attack right onto Wicke, knocking her down!

"Here I come...!" Gil chuckled, situating herself just above Wicke's head, before dropping down her ass on the back of the veterans head, pressing her face between Gil's posterior, and the mat...! "Mwahaha...! It's all over now, Miss W- I mean, Wicke...!" Gil mocked an evil laugh, bringing down both of her hands flat onto Wicke's ass, watching it bounce as she began to play it like a pair of bongos...!

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She was bamboozled by Gil's airheaded persona and literally took the fall thanks to one false step. This underhanded trick appalled Wicke, but she would be too busy wincing from minor wounds to express her irritation verbally, even then she might have been lenient for a survival tactic. So much for becoming a roadblock for this tour as Gil managed to find at least one alternate route.

Tilting her head slightly, Wicke felt moderately intimidated after the gauntlet goer gave a dramatic speech, even if it could be substituted for arrogance Somebody driven to reach their goal no how matter how many rugged mountains to scale. The researcher had to fortify her defences ASAP, if only she didn't do herself in from the fall. Just as she was about to push up against the mat and crawl to safety, the beastly girl decided to descend taking Wicke as her personal mount.

"AUGHHHHH..." A combination of gravity and precise targeting resulted in moderate strain on the purplette's neck, leading to the heavyweight laying face down again. "No...I must persist..." She uttered despite in a world of darkness and cold until Gil decided to use her body as an instrument. "OOOH....AHHHH...STOP!" Raising her head slightly midst the intimate torture, revealing a blush on those cheeks. She tried to push up against the curvy weight over her head and shake Gil off, but those teases forced Wicke's movement to be rather erratic.

[Arista]

Gil situated herself to sit more comfortably on the back of her smother-specialist opponent's head. There was a thing or two she could learn from her, she had the same focus, the same move-set, at least mostly! The only thing Wicke had that Gil didn't, was experience, she was careful with her move, methodical, as opposed to Gil, who ran in guns-blazing to any situation, though, it wasn't always a bad thing, not to mention, she had learned to become rather quite deceitful herself...!

"Ah, the back of your head makes a perfect seat, the only thing I can imagine being more comfortable than this is your face...!" Gil chuckled. "...I guess I'll have to work with what I have though, isn't that right?" Gil teased, halting her bongo playing for a moment. "...You know, I know what you could use...!" Gil perked up, sinking her fingers into the plush of Wickes ass. "...You could use a good, old fashioned, spanking...!" Though Wicke couldn't see the smile on her younger opponent's face, she could likely hear the smile the widened as she spoke. Gil's hands lifted up high in the air, staying put for a long moment, building suspense before suddenly...

SMACK.

She brought both of her hands down simultaneously, crashing hard into Wicke's backside, sending ripples though her cheeks like a pebble thrown into a pond...! "That's one...!" Gil chirped, pulling her hands back up, high over her head. "How old are you, Miss Wicke? 43, aren't you? That sounds like the perfect number to shoot for, consider it a late, or early, birthday present from yours truly...!" With that said, Gil brought down her hands once more, just as hard, if not harder than the first time. And then again, and again, and again. She counted with every single smack, putting a good moment's rest between each spank, just to let it settle in before she could bring another one down...!

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Wicke had multiple concerns for the present moment. Having to balance her head perfectly so she didn't sniff the mat mostly. While they were both smother lovers, they had different fields beyond their mindsets. Due to her weight class, she had the ability to throw other wrestlers around, along with the privilege of throwing her entire body around as an almighty weapon, that is if she didn't come across somebody with superior mobility.

"~OOOOHHHHHH~" Singing as if she was in an opera as a result of Gil's drum solo. She didn't want to fuel Gil's further resolve, so the heavyweight had to bite her tongue to stifle any other moans, however the brunette enacted a short ceasefire anyway. In this small window of time, Wicke tried to buck the mischievous demon off but she acted too late. A smack so loud that it rung in watcher's ears, even seconds after contact. As for the veteran herself, there was a delayed response until. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Her greatest weapon became an enemy in the wrong ends, like a suit of armour in the boiling sun, fitting since what resembled burn mark lied in her cheeks.

Posture and concentration weakening even further thanks to the relentless sting, Wicke was left to immobile to move on her own accord. Thus Gil was free to play with her larger opponent further. "No...No....I...AHHHHH" She was about to protest the further spanks and her age being guessed but Gil already brought down the hammer. Wicke might as well have been struck with a hot iron simultaneously as she couldn't respond besides further whines, her body straightening as if morphing into a lounge chair for the smaller woman to stretch their legs. Despite an early dominant showing, it proved that even an upper echelon had an Achille's heel somewhere, even if it was usually shining at them.

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The wobbling of Wicke's butt was one Gil could never grow tired of seeing, with every smack it wobbled like gelatin on a plate...! No matter what it looked like, Gil was taking this as seriously as she could, and that was saying a a lot... By the looks of things, she wasn't taking any of this seriously at all, perched in place while whacking away at her opponent's plump backside...!

SMACK.

SMACK.

SMACK.

"...40...! 41...! 42...!" Gil gave an extra long pause, licking both of her palms before raising them high above her hand, and brining down one last fatal spank to Wicke's now glowing ass...! "...43...!" 43 long, hard, humiliating, spanks later, and Wicke would finally be free, well, free from the spankings, that is...! "...I think I did a nice job, and look at that, the crowd loves it...!" Gil giggled, waving over to a camera-man to get a closer look. She lowered her head down, staying atop Wicke, but bending her back so she could rest her chin on one of her butt-cheeks, blowing a kiss at the camera. "...And now it will make the highlights...!" Gil laughed, giving a lighter spank across her bottom. "O-oh, sorry about that, Wicke...!" She chuckled nervously.

"That was a blast, but the name of the game is smothers, so get ready for a face-full of my ass...!" Gil went right for it, shooting up straight to her feet, giving Wicke the ability to move, maybe a risky move, but she was feeling good about her spot now, so she was willing to take the risk in order to roll the woman onto her back before she tried to quickly move back down onto her face...! Well, somewhat quickly, she wanted to show off, so she leapt up and brought her knees to her chest, hugging the tight, going for a cannon-ball right onto the researchers face...!

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Ironic as it may be, Gil apparently did her homework when it came to figuring out the veteran's age. What other secrets did she know? By having an established name and more matches as a result, Wicke had a disadvantage in terms of just as eager wrestlers wanting to figure out her weaknesses. Gil wasn't even exaggerating about a belated birthday spanking.

"OOOOHHH!
"AIIIIEE!"
"AYYYYY!"

A unique noise to accompany each individual spank, registered in every fan's made. Despite the complete battering her ass taken, it continued to bounce repeatedly despite it looking completely sunburnt. On the other end, Wicke was constantly gasping for breath and drooling as if she just ran the 4K. Losing feeling of her lower body and neck thanks to Gil's magic. "Ooooh!" The lighter spank and chin nuzzling caused the scientist to purr. One bonus for being a good sport. In David and Goliath fashion, she was controlled through a personalised weakness instead of blow for blow.

However as Gil stated, this was still only Round 2 no matter how much time passed. "Mhmmm..." Far from grounded, she was easily rolled around rather easily. The normal colour of her body started to return as with usual awareness. Her eyelids quivered in response to the upper lights, but she was in for a greater scare as Gil's posterior returned to cover the sun. "No...Omit!" Having left exhausted by the drum session, she was left unable to roll her body far enough to avoid harm. Thus these circumstances resulted in Gil enveloping the purplette's entire face, further exhausting the heavyweight's entire breath.

[Arista]

Gil's hands numbed as she carried on spanking her veteran opponent, but it was all worth it, paining poor Wicke's rear-end a nice shade of pink and doing a number to maybe even embarrass her was all part of her masterfully crafted game-plan...! Also part of that very same game-plan, was a cannon-ball like no other right onto Wicke's face, guaranteed to knock her right out with a blow like not other, and a smother, just to really drive things home...!

"Mmm... This is nice, don't you think? I think I like sitting on your face just a little bit more than I like you sitting on mine, so let's just carry this on, okay...?" Gil giggled, wiggling her hips from one side to the other, burying Wicke's features deeper and deeper into her bottom-half, wedging her own tight-fitting bottom along-side Wicke's poor face...!

Gil sat comfortably for a few short moments, allowing the moment to sink in, this may be the best she's looked in any match, Wicke was, in Gil's eyes, and the eyes of many others, one of the best at the game of smothers, so even landing one was a highlight for her, but landing just one wouldn't be enough, she had to do at least twice more after this, maybe more...! "...You can go ahead and fold this match if you would like, Miss Wicke, I think it's the smart thing to do, after all, you're worn-out from that spanking, and the longer you get smothered, the more tired you're going to get...!" Gil tried to convince Wicke to giving Gil the point, just to even the playing field, and Gil figured, momentum was on her side right now, if she could keep it that way, she might be able to get back-to-back points, or maybe even three straight...!

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Coming into this match without the proper mental conditioning really hindered Wicke's chance of attaining another quick victory. Instead she would feel demeaned and sore by their bout's conclusion, all because of Gil's child-like cunningness.

Unable to acquire the necessary concentration to power out of the goat girl's self-made torture device. "Preposterous! Ohh...oohh" Protesting how she was easily neutralised and her previous encounter being treated like plain memory. If she became a bit too stubborn, she would have lacked the proper mindset and endurance to use her assets effectively in subsequent rounds.

To have fearful opposition so puny was definitely past the usual margin for Wicke, especially one close to trapping the scientist's entire face in her greatest weapon. She needed some time and space to properly reconvene her approach, so losing a fall right here wouldn't be end of the world. "I...I...submit..." Tapping at the floor to signify her temporary surrender. Her head hung even further from having to admit the rookie bested her. However this won't happen again, at least once Wicke's mind and body returned to usual form once Gil offers to dismount from her toy.

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"...That's what I wanted to hear...!" Gil shouted out and jumped up, throwing her hands in the air and jumping up and down, doing a small lap around the ring, acting as though she had just won the entire thing, when in reality, she had only just evened the playing-field between the both of them. "...Maybe spanking you is the answer, all you need is a good two more trips over my knee and we can call it a night...!"

The ref let the both of them back into their corners for the start of the third round, something felt different though, Gil knew Wicke hadn't been taking this match lightly, she was definitely coming into this round with the same effort put fourth as she had before, but something just felt wrong... "...Two more rounds, Miss Wicke, I have this all figured out now, and there will be no stopping me...!" Gil hopped right to it as the ref signaled the start of the next round.

She was confident, but maybe too excited for her own good, she knew she wasn't thinking straight, she was riding the win of the last-round to high and figured she was unstoppable, beating someone like Wicke in a match like this was no easy feat, so she let it get to her head and charged right in, sending a flying hip-attack right at Wicke's face, hoping to swallow it whole and knock her into the corner, but she realized too late, this wasn't the play she should be making...

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So the score was even after a rather short round, because Gil managed to exploit a vital weakness to step ahead. Wicke plotted to never let a moment like that happen again, both the humiliation and her opponent becoming so carefree about the situation. She staggered towards the corner massaging her burning neck and butt while engaging with Gil during their brief intermission. "You are awfully mistaken about my preferred position dear, even excluding your inability to hold me in such a manner."

If the brunette really wanted to use her cunning nature and agility to an advantage, then the ideal plan of action was to keep a sharp eye then hold her opponent in place, even if it devolved into a longer waiting game then last time.

The referee called for the start of Round Troi. To Wicke's slight surprise, her opponent planned to the blitz and overwhelm the heavyweight through an aerial assault. With her own mind at ease, the veteran had little trouble tracking the trajectory and velocity of this incoming strike. "HALT!" Timing movements precisely, she closed her arms together to hopefully intercept Gil's midair, but still hoisting her up by the waist.