Smothering a Shooting Star; Gil "Arma-Gil-O" Vs. Grace Moore

[Arista]

Throughout the past couple of months Gil had been anything but lazing about, she was a busy-bee, just as much as she had been when she first stepped foot into the ring and took her career-off against her now good friend, Danielle Degardin...! (Though, Danielle might not be so quick to admit their friendship) Gil had been working behind the scenes on various projects for L.A.W's media, and even joined an amateur hockey league, becoming one of the rising stars in that scene...! All this to say, she wasn't taking this 'retirement' of sorts, as an excuse to settle down, that just wasn't her style...!

Something that had lingered in her mind and intrigued her greatly was this whole Apex Qualifiers situation, it looked intense, fun, and like a perfect opportunity...! Simply put, Gil couldn't pass it up, so when the time felt right, and her body was at it's peak in health, she figured it was the best time for her to get back into the ring, at-least to give this whole thing a run...!

Like any other match before, Gil sat with anticipation driving her wild, her appearance back into the ring was sure to get her going right away, and with a relatively new face to go-up against, she was sure to have a great time...!

Before long, Gil's name was called upon, and she stepped down onto the ramp, welcomed by the lively crowd...!

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With as much eagerness as ever, Gil skipped down the ramp, very-nearly tripping over her own two feet as she did! She waved, blew kisses, ready to roll right into that ring and kick some butt again...! Once she reached the edge of the ring, she took no time to roll-in, springing up to her feet, throwing her hands into the air before settling into her corner, well, settling as much as Gil ever could, still hopping from one foot to the other...!

[Misfit_Alien]

An Apex Qualifier match? Grace had overheard about people attempting to contest and compete against one another for the eligibility to fight for the Open-weight Title. It didn't really intrigue her but then she had an amazing idea appear in her head. All of these aspiring wrestlers would be trying their very best to be winning and achieve greatness...each and every single one of them, even those on the weaker side. Grace had been working on her quest toward what she dubbed as 'Jobber Stardom' as she made her climb up...or rather DOWN the mountain toward the throne of becoming the 'Jobber Queen'...She had really played up the entire call-out bit, her acting skills improving from an online drama course she was taking. Her goal of being the 'Queen of Jobbers' relied on many facets...she couldn't JUST lose, she also had to show a BIT of skill here and there...and not just with her move selling. She had to have the flair, she had to act good, she had to provoke people and call them out...

But with the Qualifier matches, she wouldn't have to. They could all just fall right into her palms and she could be matched with any number of opponents that could tear her apart and rip her to shreds...pummel her, smother her, slam her, dunk her...Oh, the fantasies in Grace's head began to run wild. She immediately signed up despite having NO DESIRE to achieve a belt outside of the Loser's Championship one. Within a few days, she was set for a match that HAD to have been a gift from some higher deity...she was facing THE Arm-A-Gil-O...the woman wasn't just well known, she was among one of Grace's FAVORITES for her style...it was like a dream come true, being the (secret) jobber to Gil...getting crushed and smothered by her soft yet plump body. Grace couldn't wait!!!

The night of the match, she could barely contain herself. Eventually, a backstage crew member gave Grace her cue and the Shooting Star left her room to approach the exit out towards the ring and the arena. She proceeded out towards the ring as her theme song was cued on, rocking onto the scene with an amazing sense of flair and sensual beauty.



"...Entering the ring first, hailing from Phoenix, Arizona...she's the brightest star racing across the skies of LAW....Grace Moore!!! THE SHOOTING STAR!!!"





Grace exploded onto the scene with an acrobatic cartwheel that transitioned into a backflip, landing it perfectly and striking a pose that showed off her assets, amazing the crowd, to say the least...She entered the ring and blew kisses in all directions, getting a bit flirty as she teased the crowd with her peach, sticking it out, spanking it, pointing at it...letting everyone know what her opponent was about to get a nice taste of. Now she simply awaited for her opponent's entrance into the ring.

[Arista]

Gil watched on as Grace made her appearance, she had something Gil adored, which was an appreciation for the theatrics...! Her entrance was enough to get people on their feet, and really get them going and excited for the match ahead, including her opponent...!

"...Looking good...!" Gil called out, it felt good to be out there, but as soon as she hollered to Grace, she began flaunting her backside, causing Gil to blush slightly, a smirk growing wider across her face...! L.A.W really knew who to set her up against, and Gil couldn't be more ready to face her newest challenger!

Grace slipped in soon-thereafter, and Gil greeted her with a smile and offered her hand...! "...It's nice to meet you, I haven't been in the ring in a bit, but I promise I'm not rusty, if anything, I'm more ready than ever before...!" Gil joked, knowing that there would be some worry about her, considering she never fully shook-off that jobber title, especially among her harsher critics, but she stayed sharp, not just sitting behind her desk writing articles and working on shows, she was still hitting the gym, she was in the rink playing hockey, her athleticism was far from questionable, if anything, this rest might have been good for her...! "...Oh, by the way, I like the flaunting of that backside of yours, but you'll be getting a pretty good look at mine soon...!" Gil winked, turning and purposely flashing her rear to Grace before taking to her corner...!

[Misfit_Alien]

Grace blushed, her opponent was so darn cute...she didn't even come off as one of those "sweet-but-actually-evil" types, so Grace was absolutely in LOVE with her. She was so kind, so warm, so gentle looking...she just wanted to pick her up and pull her into a nice, cuddly hug. She smiled right back at Gil and happily accepted the chance to shake hands and show a bit of good sportsmanship. If she had to job out to anyone, Grace was appreciating the fact that it was going to be Gil tonight...she'd most certainly enjoy it.

"I don't believe you're rusty at all cutie~...I just think...no I KNOW I'm gonna kick your petite tush and smother your pretty face with the best buns in the 'Milky Way'~" She teased, trying to build the match up with a bit of smack talk. "Sure, you've got a nice butt, but you won't be able to stop me with soft cheeks like that~" She said. "I'm only messing with you, I think you look SUPER cute, I'm like totally gushing over how pretty you look...oh and you've got a lovely ass, I'm just talking smack~" She whispered, winking to Gil.

[Arista]

Really, if Gil was able to handle this match well, and really was able to kick Grace's behind, she would look amazing, noting the considerable size-difference between the both of them, and the fact that Grace was pretty physically capable was more than enough to make her a relatively scary foe...!

Before the real showdown kicked-off, there was a battle of words, teases, and quips to be had between the two gunslingers...! "...Oh, it won't look so petite when you have your entire face pressed up it...!" Gil said all pink-cheeked...! The quips were all in good fun, playful banter between two talents ready to see who could out-smother the other, and Gil was determined to make sure she spent more than half this match covering Grace's pretty face with her, smooth, pale backside...!

DING DING.

The bell rang, and both women were to be ready to begin this battle...! Gil stepped from her corner which she had just settled into, slow in her first few steps, taking caution to watch what Grace would do, and also, closing a bit of distance so that when she did strike, Grace had less time to react...! "...Watch out...!" Gil cried, immediately there-after springing on her heels, taking-off like a javelin, her head, and horns aimed right at the belly of the towering beauty...!

[Misfit_Alien]

Grace was quite enjoying Gil's company, she was such a cute sweetheart...and so small too, at least compared to her. Gil seemed to be an absolute joy to be around, no wonder she had heard her name so much around the waters of LAW, coincidentally it was all positive too and Grace could see why. When the bell rang, Grace stepped out of the corner and she moved in on Gil. She shuffled around the ring, getting her bearings and trying to get a feel for Gil. Grace would move in closer and closer, smiling as she darted forward in order to go for her usual starting move. She wanted to try and score a Lock-Up with Gil but the horned cutie had a different idea in mind.

Out of nowhere, Grace felt a big burst of pain erupting in her stomach as she let out a big gasp, a bit of split flying off to the side after releasing a deep groan following the impact of Gil's head ramming into her gut. She wasn't expecting it at all, Gil was a clever girl....she was also pretty small, but her attack definitely hurt. Grace was originally planning to go for a Test of Strength and give Gil the win by having the horned cutie overpower her but Gil took charge and caught her off guard on her own. Well, regardless, Grace knew that it was her moment to shine like the jobber she aspired to be...Showtime.

She used the force of the headbutt to launch herself backward, the knockback of the headbutt propelling her into the nearest corner. Her back hit the turnbuckle with a loud thud, causing a rumble in a corner and a creaking sound to go through the ring, giving the audience a clear indication that Gil hit Grace so hard she inadvertently cause the ring to shake a bit, garnering praise for Gil's talent. Mess with the Ram, get the Horns apparently...Grace then slid down the corner a bit, appearing as winded and stunned already and doing a really good job at selling it too. Her legs buckled and her arms were wrapped around the top ropes, making it look like she was not only stuck but that she struggled to get back up anyways.

[Arista]

Her smaller size usually got her slapped into the light-weight category, and got her called weak. Though, in practice, Gil was able to hit pretty hard, if she was hitting with the right area, that is...! Her horns were always a great asset, maybe they left her head spinning a little after giving a head-butt, but she was willing to take that if it meant landing a good blow...! Her hips and ass were always dangerous to get hit by, her wide hips and a thick backside were plush and pillowy, but still able to pack one heck of a punch, and not to mention how perfect they were for smothering...!

Gil's opening attack connected, spearing the shooting star and sending her half the distance of the ring, making Gil's hard-hitting move look like it could moved mountains and taken down Astrid with ease...! "...Huh, what do you know about that...!" Gil stood, adjusting her horns which hadn't really moved.

"...Oh, in that position you are just asking for it...!" Gil snickered, more than anyone, Grace likely knew what she was doing next, it was a classic, it was known far across the league, it was... "...Stinkface...!" Gil charged up from the middle of the ring, spinning back and hitting hard again, this time her ass against Grace's head, before enveloping the poor jobber's face between her plump cheeks...! "...The first smother goes to me...!" She laughed, wiggling her hips from one side to the other...!

[Misfit_Alien]

Grace was blasted back into the nearest corner, hitting the turnbuckle with such a loud thud, that it made some of the audience members shiver and grimace in their seats as not only did the ramming headbutt itself look painful to receive but the knockback that resulted in Grace being launched into the turnbuckle also seemed just as painful...little did they know, Grace was a near expert at taking bumps and heightening them in order to sell them better...for a six-foot-one 'giant' she was quite adept at moving her large body around.

She appeared to be dazed and already 'punchdrunk', giving Gil the perfect opening to take advantage of for a lovely little smother with those lovely cheeks of hers...despite her petite size, there was nothing 'petite' about Gil's assets. Grace frantically tried to escape and resist, playing up the act as she begged Gil not to do it but it was too late, her defiant pleas were reduced to soft muffles as Grace's face was forcefully stuffed between Gil's plump peach and thighs, it was like being smothered by a soft, gentle pillow...cool to the touch, plush, jiggly...it was AMAZING...and Grace was enjoying every single second of it. She gripped those thighs and made it seem like she was trying to shove Gil off but in reality, she was just holding that position so she could appreciate the woman's lovely hips, planting a few cheeky...no pun intended...kisses. Good thing her lipstick wasn't too terribly fresh, otherwise, the cameras would've picked up on the bluish-purple lipstick marks on Gil's butt...though it was a coin toss as to whether or not Gil would take notice of Grace's lips bestowing a gentle kiss upon her peach.

[Arista]

Gil fancied herself a bit of an expert on smothers, and being an expert meant she could spot whether or not someone was enjoying a smother, or not...! Of course, there were a few different factors that went into determining such a thing, and almost nobody was going to openly admit to enjoying getting ass shoved into their face, not in-front of a crowd this large, anyway...! But there were subtle notes that could be picked up on, one that was easy to pick out, was kissing, it was easy to tell when it was happening, but Grace's case was rather confusing, as other than those little smooches that graced her cheeks, every other bit of Grace's body language said she wanted out...!

Gil kept up the stinkface for a good while, giving Grace exactly what she wanted, and with no complaints from the crowd, obviously...! Gil finished her smother off, likely leaving Grace gasping for air, but begging for more! "...it's not often that someone has no attempts at an answer for a stinkface, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you liked it...!" Gil teased, but she was sold that Grace truly wanted out, because there was no way she would talk all that talk and then just submit to the first obstacle, right...?

"...Up we go...!" Gil took Grace by her hair and pulled her out toward the middle of the ring, laying her flat on her stomach before attempting her next move...! "...You know, I don't try these a lot, but I think now might be a good time to try one...!" Gil would then sit her booty on the back of Grace's head, and take her by the ankles, pulling them back toward herself, stretching her opponent out with an intense boston-crab...!

[Misfit_Alien]

Grace was enjoying the stinkface...it was clearly written on her humiliated, embarrassed, and BLUSHING RED face as she looked like she was both disgusted but stuck in an endless, ecstasy-filled fantasy as she laid there in the corner, helpless and moaning partially. She took in deep huffs of air, trying to recover as fast as she could before Gil continued her assault. She believed herself to be in the clear but Gil was far more perceptive than she appeared to be, she almost froze dead in her tracks as Gil pointed out her suspicions towards Grace's..."fondness"...of her move.

"W-w-well...I mean...how can a gal like myself NOT enjoy such a fine, beautiful peach?" She whispered low enough so only Gil would hear. "I-I'm just saying...I can't lie to you and say that it WASN'T pleasant...at least a little." She said, sticking her tongue out playfully while huffing and puffing, chest heaving up and down. She was soon dragged over to the center of the ring by her hair and forced into a pretty painful Boston Crab...although to Grace, a naturally and wonderfully flexible wrestler, it didn't hurt AS bad...but she definitely stuck to her "act", screaming and grunting in pain as she slammed her fist into the canvas, not tapping out but still physically showing how much the submission hurt...which the audience was buying...good.