Who is the Best: Gil vs Berserk Liger

[The Riders]

Serilda was always a mild manner girl growing up. But everyone kept her at a distance... even her own father did due to knowing how much of a temper Thereisa would get when she was angry or annoyed with someone, even remembering a scene during her Sentai series where an actor got a bit too fresh with her and she had snapped beating the actor while filming... thankfully the director liked the beating so much he left it in and made Thereisa a regular on the series after that. Serilda, on the other hand, her temper makes her more reckless and easier to read, but her skills and hits just as hard, almost making her a match for heavyweights when it comes to terms of strength.

As seeing her opponent being slammed to the canvas with her move. Serilda was not finish by a long shot at all, as she would kip up to her feet and slide out of the ring going to set up a table on the outside of the ring, but even spots an item that is underneath the ring that is weird to be down there as she is too busy focused on putting the table up so that she can win the match.

[Arista]

Liger's aggression gave her this odd boost in strength, making it seem so easy for her to lift Gil up over her head before spiking the woman down onto the mat, roaring in fury and in celebration of her feat...!

Liger took things to the next step, she was going to end this without the need for a third round, setting-up that table on the outside of the ring as Gil nursed the terrible aching pain in her back. She couldn't let this be the end of things, not without showing just how much she had grown, how much she had learned. She knew she could best Liger, she had done so before, this was no different, she just needed to... "...Move..." Gil groaned, her teeth gritting.

She rose to her knees, the assistance of the ropes allowed her to somewhat quickly get back to her feet, she had a moment to recollect herself, the aches were going to linger, but Gil would have to fight through them, otherwise this was over...! She straightened her back with a wince, but she was moving, she'd hate herself in the morning, but that was a problem for later Gil. She swung herself up to balance on the top rope, squatting down just once before launching herself into the air, just as Liger had setup the table, Gil now soaring through the air, ready to smash her right through it...!

[The Riders]

Serilda was too busy focused on setting the table up, she had figured she did more than enough damage to Gil so that she will be down for the count a bit longer... Even her own body ached and throbbed with pain for the war they are putting each other through but for the right to be called the better woman between themselves and in the eye of the woman who trained them both.

As everything was all set up and the table was ready for use, Serilda would turn around but by then it was already too late for her, and no chance of ducking at the last minute.

As she spots Gil flying in the air and heading her way like a flying goat before the impact of her opponent crashing onto her upper chest, breaking the table, and to the joy of the fans the ref calls for the bell seeing as Gil crushed Serilda through the table with the DewDrop.

[Arista]

The moment came suddenly, Liger clearly wasn't on the look out for anything like this, but Gil was ready to strike and win by any means, within a certain amount of reason, of course...!

Gil leapt from the top rope and crashed her ass onto the back of Liger's head, cleaning slamming her through the table, busting it clean in half...! Gil took a nasty tumble alongside her rival, but was most definitely in better condition than her, as she rose to sit-up with only a wince...!

"...You took your eyes off of me..." Gil commented, running her fingers through her hair, flicks of sweat flying beside her. "...Round three..." Gil rose, giving no time for recovery, taking Liger by the hair and leading her on her hands and knees before tossing her under the bottom-most ropes and into the ring...!

[The Riders]

The bell rings as Serilda was driven face-first through the table and to the floor, the crowd stands on their feet seeing the Flying Gil soaring and claiming the second fall by putting Serilda through the table.

As she was knocked off a loop holding her head in her hands she has a cut on her forehead that starts to bleed slowly, as she is lifted by her hair and tossed back inside the wrestling ring Serilda gasping and sore took all of that damage and now it is the final fall and she is spent.

[Arista]

Gil followed shortly behind her rival, slipping back into the ring! The crowd was still roaring from the quick finish to round 2, bringing it down to sudden-death, with a winner takes all for the final round...!

"...Alright, let's put this to bed for good now..." Gil stared on with a look of both determination and bitterness, though that bitterness was not aimed toward Liger, it was just about this whole situation in general, she imagined there might be a set of events that could have led to her and Liger being friends, but clearly, she took a a wrong turn somewhere...

Gil shook a little, almost like she was faking a take-off toward her rival, but couldn't seem to move, she didn't have it in her, she couldn't, she had to know Liger could get up on her own first...!

[The Riders]

Head ringing and their body hurt with cuts and bruises appearing on her body, Serilda would lay on her side taking a moment to try and recover... She tried everything to break Gil and the smaller woman just kept getting up and battling back over and over again, and now they are at the final fall.

As she pushes herself up to her knees and crawls over to where Gil is at... And pushes her forehead against the other woman's glaring at her. " this is it... After this we are done you got me... This between us is over after this fall and you will be out of my life completely." she just keeps glaring at Gil... Before stepping away and limping to her corner.

[Arista]

Gil wouldn't flinch, or even blink as Liger slowly rose back to her feet, putting her face right up in hers, their foreheads pressed together. "...Deal..." Gil watched as Liger limped to her own corner, clearly Gil had done quite the number on her, she hated the way it felt, but at-least it would make things easier to wrap up here, then the two of them could be well on their way...

Gil sighed and took in a deep breath, looking onto her foe before the bell rang out...!

DING DING.

Gil took a few steps forward, playing defensive at first to see what kind of condition Liger really was in, it didn't look good to be honest, maybe she could go for an easy strike and quick finish here...!

"...I'm sorry it had to be like this...!" Gil charged and looked for a simple yet effectively hip-check against Liger's stomach to knock her onto her booty, then, Gil would look to finish things with a tradition stinkface, just to make quick work of things!

[The Riders]

Aching and sore all over Serilda staggers as she waits for the bell to ring as well, but she is on fumes right now as she is unable to even more the first move at all allowing her opponent to get the jump on her at the end of the last round.

As Gil's hips slammed into her
stomach again that sends her down to the canvas in a groaning heap, before she area only darkness due to Gil backside covering her face.

[Arista]

As her hip-check connected with little issues, Gil knew what came next, and she knew just how it would end too. Liger was not in fighting shape, she was sore, beaten, and completely destroyed. That table caught her off guard, and likely should have been the end of any other match, but rules were set, and Gil wasn't going to be cruel, but she was going to make this ending undeniable, with her as the victor.

She pressed herself against Liger, swallowing her features between her plump backside, rubbing it in to swing Liger's head side-to-side. She couldn't say she was please with how this was going to end, but at-least things would be finished for good... Just a few more moments...