Match type: Humiliation match.
Rules: Victory may only be obtained by submission via humiliation. Both wrestlers may also bring, and use, one object during the match.
Gil had been so graciously blessed with the ability to be in this league, and even more-so than that, she had been lucky enough to step-foot in the ring with some of her heroes, and she knew just how many butterflies she had to shake before those matches to even seem somewhat competent at what she did...! Even then, however, she ended up squealing and squirming from the excitement of it all...!
She never, ever, ever, thought she would be the one someone looked-up to, she knew, deep down that it was how things worked, once you got to this level, fighting on the world's biggest stage, she was bound to have fans, and she had no shortage of them, but it just didn't click until she actually had to go up against one, it was unfamiliar, but exciting...!
Gil would be called upon to set the stage, and with her, she brought her item of choice, her trusty hockey stick...! She danced back-and-fourth, hopping from one foot to the other whilst her theme kicked on and lights danced across the dimly lit arena, until... Spoiler
Spoiler"...Hey-hoh, everyone...!" She slipped out and spun on her heel, wielding her mighty hockey-stick like a staff, placing her free hand on her hip and standing like a brave warrior before a storm...! She stopped for a selfie once or twice, being extra careful to make sure her stick wasn't hitting anyone in the face, until eventually she took a safer-route of high-fives...!
Eventually, she came down upon the side of the ring, slipping under the bottom-most rope and shooting back up to her feet, she had nothing but one thing on her mind: Making this the most fun Shiori has ever had...!
From heated debates over her fannish takes to literally Tweeting herself into LAW, Shiori Takeda's keyboard often had a way of getting her into really interesting positions. A short while ago, she'd continued that trend by publishing the next few parts of an article in LAW Magazine talking about the 10 people that she wanted to meet the most in LAW. The most recent part of that list included none other than Gil "Arma-Gil-O" herself!
In that article, she used her own prior interactions with Gil on Twitter as a framing device... Which included blaming her for an unfortunate prank that had been played on her in the LAW Magazine offices! Jokingly, she challenged Gil to a match to squash their imaginary beef. Then, in a move that was surprisingly unprecedented on LAW Twitter, Gil not only responded to return the desire for a match, but she also followed up and got the match booked!
Granted, Shiori wasn't actually mad at Gil, and based on what she knew about the GOAT, she probably wasn't either. Even without the looming threat of an angry wrestler, though, Shiori was still quite nervous. After all, she was about to have her second match in LAW. Against someone who was literally on her "Fangirl Bucket List" to meet. And who was one of LAW's most well-known and well-respected wrestlers. In a humiliation match for which she'd decided to be a bit more scantily clad than normal. Shiori Takeda, the Fangirl
More than that...
"Aaaah!"
She was late. Spoiler
Shiori's music played for nearly a minute before she finally came scampering down the entrance ramp, only barely managing not to trip on her way into the ring. Almost immediately, she ran up to Gil and launched into one of her signature word-vomits!
"OhmygoshGilI'msosorryI'mlate-""Miss Takeda?" The referee interjected, hoping to get Shiori's attention but ultimately failing. "WhenIgotyourTweetIbasicallyfaintedbecauselikeyou'resocool-""Miss Takeda?""AndI'mnotactuallymadatyoubutstillI'msuperexcited-""Miss Takeda!" That one stopped Shiori in her tracks. "What did you bring to the ring today? I need to check it, as I'm sure you know."
"O-Oh... right!" She swung her arm up and opened her palm to the referee, displaying what she'd brought: Her cell phone! It wasn't until recently that she realized that she could have brought something that she could actually use to help her win the match. By that point, it was too late to think of anything else. Plus, all that was on her mind was getting a selfie with Gil!
"Why, what did Gil bri-" Her eyes locked on her soon-to-be opponent. And then on the long, slender stick she held in her hands. "OHMIGOSH!" Shiori all but screamed, bringing her palms to her cheeks. "Is... is that the same hockey stick you got DQ'd for using that one time?" It was a memorable and hilarious moment in LAW's recent history. Heck, even if it wasn't the exact same stick, Gil had swiftly become known in the LAW fandom for her general interest in hockey, which was a relative novelty in Japan.
So she was either about to get smacked by a piece of history or by a signature item of one of LAW's finest.
Gil watched the ramp, excited to see Shiori in person for the first time...! She knew full-well how excited she might be for this, but maybe she wasn't prepared for it, at-least not as well as she thought! She had never been the one someone looked up too, she was used to looking up to others, and having a fan, someone so excited to go toe-to-toe against her in the ring was so heartwarming, it almost made her tear-up from the thought alone, so she had to clear her mind instead, thinking about would lead to a breakdown in the ring, and she didn't want to embarrass herself like that...!
Shiori's theme began, but Shiori was nowhere in sight...! Gil panicked for a moment, then, a sadness set-in, she really was looking forward to this, and she didn't expect to not have Shiori show-up, it didn't seem like the fan-girl to be a no-show, granted, Gil knew very little of her personally, but she was excited enough to get to know her, and now, that may not be something she was able to do...!
That is, until she ran out, uncoordinated with a cool theme, nearly tripping over herself as she finally came into the ring! Gil cracked a big smile, her heart pounded in her chest! If she was this nervous, how was Shiori feeling right now...?
Gil took Shiori's hands into her own, leaning her stick against the ropes, smiling at her as she spilled out sentence after sentence to Gil! Now this was something Gil could get behind, she was chatty herself, and finally meeting someone who could spill words all over her in-return was going to be a real treat...! "...Mhm, mhm, mhm...!" Gil just nodding along with every word she spoke, though, it all came out like one big word...!
Shiori, soon enough, would have to conversate with the ref, at-least long enough to show her what she brought, and so Gil grabbed her stick again, holding it proudly! "...It sure is...!" Gil beamed, holding it like a wizard would a staff! The hockey-stick was no-doubt able to deal some serious damage, that is, if someone truly wanted to, but Gil more-or-less used it as a tool for spanking, hooking, tripping, or as a way to gain leverage, at-least, that was her plan, anyway...!
"...A phone, huh! Well, I'm not sure what you can do with that but we'll find out, won't we...!" She giggled, stepping back slightly, waiting for the bell to ring, and begin this whole thing! It was sure to be a blast, a match Gil would never forget, and so, it began...!
"Ahh... Ehehehe..." Even when the bell rang, Shiori didn't move towards Gil. Two fingertips nervously ticked against one another as she looked at her phone, then at Gil, then her phone again. "Well, y'see... I'm actually not that sure what I can do with it either, other than take some really cute selfies. But!" She held up one friendly finger. "I think I'll be able to figure something out! For now, though..." She bent down and slid her phone across the canvas, leaving it conspicuously laying in the corner. Breaking the phone wasn't a worry for her. But her swimsuit didn't have any pockets, and somehow, she felt that going into this match while using one hand to hold the device wasn't a smart idea.
"Okay, Shiori." She closed her eyes for a moment, slapping both cheeks to get herself hyped up. "Now what?" Gil was armed and dangerous, there was no doubt about that! Letting her have the initiative would only lead to disaster! At the same time, Shiori was clumsier than a drunk raccoon. Just running in willy-nilly wouldn't end well, either.
So she cautiously approached her opponent, warily eyeing the stick in her hands. The thing wasn't old, but it was still a relic of LAW history! It belonged in a museum... eventually. Or maybe in a time capsule. Or maybe just on Gil's mantle? Either way, Shiori was pretty sure that the one place she didn't want it to be was swinging through the air, right at her. "AAAAH!" Closing her eyes with a shriek, she reached forward with two hands! She couldn't see where she was going or reaching, nor did she know how her strength compared to Gil's! Still, she hoped to grab the hockey stick! If she could do that, maybe there was a chance she could disarm her. Of course, if in her infinite clumsiness she managed to fail, she'd leave herself wide open...
This had all the makings of something spectacular! Shiori may not have known it, but Gil really liked her, and thought they might be great friends, of-course, a first-time meeting in the ring leads to a very strange introduction, and maybe often-times a rocky start, but Gil was sure, given both of their attitudes, there would be no ill-intent behind any attack or word exchanged during tonight's duel...!
Gil waited, she wasn't letting herself go on the offensive, as much as her impatience wanted her to... She stayed still and let Shiori move first, and it started out with caution, which was smart, it kept Gil on her toes as she anticipated Shiori's strike, which from what she knew about her fighting-style, she had no-idea what to expect...!
Shiori suddenly sprung, launching into action, clumsy action, but action...! She came in hard, but with little to no technique, and so Gil, swiftly, slid to the side and kept her stick on the ground, looking to trip Shiori as she hooked it around her ankle...! "...Good move, but you should close the distance more before you strike...!" This was truly Eiji Matsumoto's worst nightmare, an under-trained fan-girl going against and under-trained smother-specialist, the ladder was talking like she knew anything about wresting...!
Now with Shiori on the ground, Gil could strike accordingly, at-least accordingly in Gil's mind...! She spun her stick around, twirling it like a helicopter-blade before swinging it downward and striking the prone girl directly on the butt...! "...Thwack...!" She giggled-out, tossing her stick to the side, sliding it back before taking Shiori by the legs and dragging her toward the center of the ring...! "...Stay there, here comes... THE DEW DROP...!" Gil did a small lap around to build-up speed before leaping-up, tucking her knees to her chest and aiming her ass right at the fan-girl's body, hoping a quick drop would give her a big early advantage...!
Shiori knew that what she was doing had no chance of success. In all her years of watching wrestling, never before had she seen someone run in with their eyes closed and come out on top. Heck, she'd almost never seen someone going in with their eyes closed at all.
But she was going up against Gil here! A far more experienced wrestler than her. Who held a hockey stick that she clearly knew how to use. And more than that… She was Gil! Who wouldn't be nervous? Closing her eyes was all she could do to contain herself, as if the very sight of Gil swinging at her would cause her to jump out of her skin!
So she ran forward, flailing blindly like a kid in a haunted house! Even so, she expected to feel a slap of the stick across her wrist, or her face, or maybe even her butt. But she definitely didn't expect to get her feet taken out from under her! "Waaah~!" Shiori fell forward, her arms spinning like windmills in a vain attempt to catch herself!
It wasn't long until she fell face-first onto the canvas -- only for a swift tap on the butt to be waiting for her, courtesy of Gil's hockey stick! "Yah!" she squealed at the sudden spank, craning her neck to look at Gil. "H-Hey!" Her face was lit up in a light pink as she got dragged to the center of the ring! She tried to squirm out of Gil's grasp no no avail!
Then Gil ran around the ring, building up speed as she went. Shiori couldn't help but gasp, because she knew what was coming! In a way, she'd literally asked for this in her article, but that didn't make it any less nerve-wracking! "Oh gosh!" Instead of trying to escape her fate, she simply slapped her palms across her cheeks. "What do I do? I can't believe it, Gil's gonna hit me with --" As her opponent jumped, Shiori let out a fangirlish scream in unison with Gil: "THE DEW DROP!"
Just as she'd watched happen to so many wrestlers on TV, Shiori's body all but bent in two from the collision. "Oof!" Gil would bounce off of Shiori, sending her harmlessly back down to the mat below. Meanwhile, Shiori wouldn't be so lucky. "Uuugh..." She groaned in pain, despite how much she was squealing inside over being hit with the Dew Drop.
Her arm rose weakly, flashing out two fingers in a V-shape. "Two minutes for tripping..." Three more joined them. "...And five for fighting..."
Gil rolled off softly into safety, little to no harm done to herself, as Shiori's body did most of the cushioning work for her, so much so that her butt didn't really feel anything at all...! She sprung back up onto her own two feet, whilst Shiori stuck to the mat, as if she were glued to it! Gil laughed at her joke, it was nice to know that even given her weak start, she still had time to crack a joke, god knows it wasn't the only thing that just cracked...!
"...That was pretty good!" Gil grabbed her stick and stepped closer to her currently prone opponent. "...You knew exactly what I was going to do before I did it! I guess it's a little easy to read, but still, impressive...!" Gil pondered for a moment, it wasn't looking like Shiori was going anywhere, when suddenly she gasped and tossed her stick back to the canvas...! "I have a better idea...!" She squatted low and got Shiori over her shoulder before standing back up!
As weak as she was, Gil learned to lift with her lower body all thanks to Cyber Widow, and it wasn't like Shiori was all that heavy to begin with, she was rather small...! "...Alright, get ready, because this it a brand new, never before-seen move, and you get to be the first to check it out...!" She gave a hearty swat to her bottom! Gil carried Shiori to one of the corner and hooked her legs on the top rope to hang her upside down before skipping gleefully to the other corner opposite this one...!
"...I call it, that Battering Ram...!" She smiled, very clearly giving away her intentions, and probably setting-up a big move too early, because no-matter the inexperience Shiori was going to see this one coming from a mile away, and would probably recovered enough by then to move, that is, unless she was morbidly curious or eager to be hit with this, or was a gluten for a smackdown...! Without another word, Gil kicked up dust from beneath her feet and then charged at the fan-girl, closing the distance to about 2/3 before she left her feet and went straight as a board, looking to smash her horns into Shiori's stomach...!
Ordinarily, Shiori would be thrilled at Gil's compliment. Like, the Arma-Gil-O was one of the greats in LAW -- not to mention a wrestler that she'd admired and researched heavily! Deep in her brain, she squealed at being called "impressive," but pain had a way of distracting from even the most fangirlish thoughts. All she could do was groan as Gil considered her options.
When Gil hoisted her up, Shiori kicked her legs feebly. Any nerves she had were swiftly cancelled out by the realization that, if she squirmed too much, she'd be in for a rough trip to the canvas! "O-Oh, a debut of a move... How coo- AAH!" Suddenly, she squealed as her ass took a swift tap! Her face bloomed into heated red, and Shiori covered it up with her palms out of sheer embarrassment.
Even when Gil affixed her to the ropes, Shiori hid behind her hands. Only Gil's next words were able to coax her out of hiding. "The Battering what...?" Warily, she moved her hands -- and all she saw was a flying GOAT, pointed right towards her! "AHH!" She covered her face again, this time as a reflexive defense! But she guessed wrong, and it wasn't long until Gil's horns dug into her soft torso!
"Guuuh~!" With a girlish grunt, Shiori slumped from the post. She just sat there, upside down with her head on the canvas as she fought to regain her breath.
Gil really should have started using her horns much sooner, I mean, it was obvious, right? Horns, headbutting, it was all too obvious...! Gil was glad that it seemed so effective, connecting horns to her fan-turned-foe's gut...!
"...Score...!" Gil rebounded, keeping her footing while rubbing her head, the recoil was a little bit much for her to manage, and anytime she lead with the head it left her stomach feeling slightly queasy, but she was surely in better condition than her opponent...! Speaking of which... "...I think you're asking for something really special now, and who am I if I say no, this is too good to pass-up...!" Gil giggled, galloping like the goat she was, closing the short distance between her and the fan-girl, then turning so she would be facing out to the ring, rather than into the corner. "...Here comes your very first...!" Gil's legs left from underneath her, and her ass came crashing down on Shiori's face hard, trapping her in the first of likely many smothers this match...!
"...Pretty comfy, if I do say so myself...!" Gil wiggled from side-to-side, considering her position in the corner, she kicked her legs out in-front of her, and crossed them, leaning back and resting her head on the palms of her hands...! "...I could get used to this...!" She chuckled. "...How about you, Shirori...?"
Shiori slumped onto the ring floor, too winded to focus on anything other than catching her breath. As she begged her tummy to get back to its regularly scheduled programming, she didn't even notice Gil moving away to set up her next move. Only the telltale galloping of a charging GOAT roused her, and by the time her vision cleared...
"Wait, no-!"
Gil was already in the air once more! Shiori held her hands, but stopping the airborne GOAT was an impossible task. A split second later, Shiori's face was covered by a heaping helping of Arma-Gil-O ass!
"Mm! Phmm!" The young fangirl was far from a trained or experienced fighter, so the sensation of being unable to breathe sent her mind into a tizzy! Her limbs flailed in the air! Her legs kicked above her as if exercising for a swim meet, and her arms pawed aimlessly at any part of Gil she could find. Eventually, one leg landed on the middle rope, causing the referee to slide in and demand a rope break!
