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

[Arista]

As she stood and took to her corner, Gil slumped into it, her arms dangled over the edge of the rings as she folded them over the top ropes, she looked half-asleep, but inside, she was fired up and ready to give everything she had, it was just a matter of her convincing her body to do the same...!

"...I hope you've been having fun... Wicke..." She smiled softly, sucking in deep breaths, her chest burnt, her stomach burnt, her throat, well, burnt, everything was tired, her legs wobbled beneath her, but after this short rest, she was sure she could support herself again. "...You've been... Everything I could want in a match, thank you..." She coughed and spit outside the ring. "...But it's not over...!" She re-assured and then...

DING DING.

Round five was upon them, but Gil wasn't quick to move out of her corner, so long as Wicke wasn't either, a mutually agreed upon resting period, for just a little while longer would be nice, but there was a fight to be had, and Gil as just being greedy for grasping out for more rest, she was in better condition than she was before, so she should be able to at-least try and give this a push, and she knew Wicke was rather tired as well...! She clinched her jaw, lunging out of her corner at as high a speed as she could muster, still, much slower than her usual top-speed, once she felt the distance was right, she leapt-out at the researcher, feet first, looking for a (rather weak) dropkick!

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During the brief intermission, Wicke took refuge in the opposite corner occasionally taking large breathes to energise herself sufficiently. Nonetheless she was excited to finally settle the score. "Why yes I have had a riveting time thanks to this unique experience you gave me" Piecing out her words slowly to not strain her throat. At least she could confirm her opponent didn't have much left either. It definitely wasn't over now but could be in the next few minutes.

The penultimate bell would finally ring. Eyeing the at first motionless Gil, the purplette pondered about an appreciated truce in exchange for a longer round. Although she also knew how much Gil yearned for a short-term advantage, thus Wicke's heart pumped vigorously while witnessing the brunette sprint across the ring. Thankfully it was easier to track, but the heavyweight also had to draw her us out of the corner in time.

When the small wrestler took a leap of faith, Wicke opted for the defensive approach and crossed her arms. However this turned out to be unnecessary as she only moved an inch as a result of the dropkick, but enough to make Wicke gasp and confused. "Ahhhh...is that all?" She asked while needing to take a breather.

[Arista]

Gil soared through the air after taking flight, her legs extended outward toward Wicke, ready to connect and send her down into the corner, a victorious stinkface could be just the spot for Gil to put this match down and end things for good, but her power was all gone, she had nothing in the tank, running on fumes, she barely managed to make an already weakened and tired Wicke stumble an inch back.

Just as her move had, Gil promptly fell flat onto her back...! She drew in a deep breath and exhaled, it seemed she wasn't alone in being almost completely out of gas. "...Not... Not even close..." Gil responded, when her body wasn't in it, her mind still was, and if she was going to go down, she wasn't letting it happen without giving the fight of her life...!

Gil gave weak, but rapid kicks as she laid flat on the mat, aiming toward Wicke's ankles, trying to take her down that way, that way they would at-least be on an even playing field again...!

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Minus the slight numbness in her arms, Wicke's only enemy at the moment would be herself. A simple gust of wind could make either one timber. Gazing at the other lady's prone body in front of her, it almost sounded like the world just offered Wicke this victory but she wasn't too keen to dive just yet.

Thus she decided to manipulate her opponent's downed state by crouching down and trying to grab the nearest leg available. "Ahhhh...ahhhhhh!" However her opponent proved to be unruly for it was tough to grasp any limbs while they smacked her sensitive knees repeatedly.

Eventually, the purplette managed to get a grasp of the left leg even if it required both hands. Her main aim was to slightly prop Gil up temporarily only to spin and turn the brunette's world upside down with a dragon whip.

[Arista]

Who could have thought sitting on someone's face would zap them of so much energy...! Well, point and case was that Gil and Wicke were ready to collapse at any given moment, both trudging through and looking for the best moment to strike, and end things in a victorious manner for themselves...!

Wicke took her chance when she could, Gil wasn't fighting back too terribly hard, so eventually she could get a-hold of here, propping her up and ready to end this one with one good blow...! But Gil wasn't done, running on fumes, but fumes were enough to keep her keeping-on...! She flipped-up as Wicke intended, but instead swung her foot across the older woman's face, hoping to rock her world before they both fell back to the canvas.

Gil fell clumsily, not catching herself properly, but still acting quick enough to slide over to Wicke. "...I... Win...!" Gil declared maybe too early, plopping her ass down a-top the researchers face once more, burying her nose between her cheeks as she barely stayed perched above her! Embarrassing as it may have been, it might not have been match ending...! "...Plant a big ole' kiss right there Wicke..." Gil poked her soft rump as she taunted, a slight smile curved onto her face...!

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Even slight anxiety could condition a stressed fighter to submit from such a light tap. Wicke managed to hold her bearings barely despite the throbbing sensation in those knees. Having Gil temporarily suspended, she was about to perform a single clockwise motion and just dive onto the brunette no matter what position she laid after. Unfortunately her opponent wasn't disoriented for long as she swung that leg around like it was a golf club. "AGGHHHHH!" Almost losing her lunch from the sudden burn on those cheeks.

Instead the heavyweight would give up any sense of balance and plummet onto her back. The very moment she decides to catch her breath, a certain pest enveloped Wicke's mouth. "MMMMMMM!~" Seconds feeling like minutes in these desperate ties as if a rainbow accumulated on the researcher's face due to draining air. As if her body needed more time to jumpstart like an old van, those arms of Wicke's suddenly clasped around Armagilo's waist, in which the purplette took the hefty task of battling against both of their weights to support her feet. If she was able to vertically adjust herself, she would simply aim to assert as much strength in shoving Gil away to crash whereever.

[Arista]

Both women fought tooth-and-nail to claim this match as their own and take home the victory, back-and-fourth constantly, never letting up and neither even thinking of throwing in the towel...! Gil made Wicke's face her own personal throne, even if only for a short few moments until Wicke's hands crept up and grabbed ahold of her waist, gaining quickly the leverage she needed before haphazardly tossing Gil into nothing in particular...!

Gil tumbled and rolled, landing uncomfortably on her should but rolling up onto her hide and back into a sitting position as she watched a struggling Wicke gasp for air. "...You're getting desperate..." Gil said softly, a sinister grin forming upon her face. "...I'm cracking and chipping through to you, that means I'm close...!" She coughed out, still very much in poor condition herself, but figuring if she could get someone as calm and collected as Wicke to act out in desperation, or, at-least what she read as such, she might be closer than she thought...!

Gil wasn't too cautious, even though she should have been despite everything, Wicke was still a dangerous fighting, and even on her condition, she might be able to cause a massive blow to Gil...! Even still, she approached with little caution, sitting Wicke upright and taking a firm grasp of her hand. "...Miss Wicke, it's been an upmost honor to face you, but the only thing you'll be facing now is..." She turned and attempted to loop Wicke's arm through the arch in her legs, then forcing Wicke's face into her backside, if this worked despite her over eagerness, she felt she might as well have hade this thing secured...! "...My butt...!" She cackled, performing her signature, the Marshmallow Press...!

[SwordSavior1]

Like a pendulum in perpetual motion, both were quickly taking turns in terms of taking control. Despite facing large goliaths, her pesky adversary as just stated knew how to find out the right chinks in Wicke's armour. Attempts at taking down her opposition for good were either hampered by stamina or craftiness.

Nonetheless, Wicke temporarily halted the downwards spiral by shoving her opposition away. Breathing and sitting up proved to be a hefty task, almost as if she fulfilled a stereotype of a middle aged woman who did only paperwork. The other rounds displayed that she only needed one good hit, but Gil's dedications made the numbers very hard to figure. If it weren't for the slight coughing, she would have been petrified by the brunette's display of confidence.

Needing the slightest assistance to attain an upright posture, she finally was about to experience one of Gil's ace moves. Unable to prevent her single arm from being viced, the heavyweight turned pale as the light would be obscured by a nearing moon. Once again an audible clap echoed as the purplette became muzzled by this signature move. "MMMMM...MMMMM..." While far from the heaviest of foes, the concentrated weight scattered above drained Wicke exponentially.

Teetering and tottering, it looked as if she would be timbering down once again, that is if her remaining arm didn't start vibrating. Motivated by the desire to survive barely, her palm grasped a hold of Gil's thigh, aiming to exert some of vertical control onto Gil. One raise was she needed to immediately enact a sort of facebuster!

[Arista]

The never ending battle drew on, Wicke wasn't ready to throw in the towel, even with a face-full of marshmallow, she wasn't calling it quits, no matter what her body might have been telling her to do for a long time now, Gil knew she wasn't listening to hers either...!

The veteran clamped down, her palm took-hold of Gil's thigh and threatened to take action, but Gil wasn't letting it happen...! She shot quickly, her foot backwards and slamming into Wicke's gut, hopefully deterring her from any more efforts like that, she as ready to claim her victory, despite her body's exhaustion, she felt energy suddenly surging through her, and no resistance put fourth by Wicke was going to stop her from finally claiming the gold...!

"...Not again... This is the finale...!" Gil smiled, clutching Wicke's arm tightly...! "...And you'll enjoy every last minute of it, I'm sure of that much...!" Gil chuckled, wiggling her hips back and fourth, despite it all, still finding the time to both literally and figuratively, rub it in...! "...So, how about it, Miss Wicke? Are you going to let me knock you out, or are you going to tap...?" Gil smirked, cocky in her re-marks...!

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The ball constantly changing hands beyond the exchange of rounds. As if she was only listening to any line of thought that translated to just attacking.

It seemed reliable since the brunette was far from too bulky to lift, but instead quite fidgety. A hindfoot suddenly sunk into Wicke's round belly. "Ooh!" The blunt force was enough to make the purplette freeze up and gasp, thus interrupting her attempted facebuster. Seconds after her lower legs started to vibrate as the heavyweight finally gave up and capsized onto the mat.

After she plummeted on the mat to unleash yet another tremor, her face remained obscured by that adorable butt of Gil's. The preceding events were enough to drain Wicke's stamina significantly to a point where she didn't respond towards the brunette's comments. With every subsequent bodybrush, visible movement became rarer until the purplette was under a new slumber.