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

[Arista]

Wicke may not have have had the accuracy to land a facesit, but she might as well have, since her thighs were just as effective as any other smother Gil had to face! The older woman's pillow-like thighs engulphed Gil's face, leaving her no room for air, every square inch of her face hidden beneath the curtain of the smother. Gil's efforts to free her face were successful, but she wasn't so successful as to rise up onto her feet. "You know, I have places to be an all that, so I think I really should..." Gil nervously chuckled, her face smooshed between Wicke's legs. "...An itch? I don't think I can help you with that...!" Gil wasn't sure if she was implying something, but as soon as an opportunity made itself visible, Gil rolled out from under the researcher and shot up to her feet, putting a good amount of distance between the two!

The window of opportunity was small, but still, Gil managed to squeak out of that before it got too bad. Gil waited for her opponent to rise to her feet before making a move of her own, for one, she still couldn't quite spot a weak-spot of Wicke's yet, so she didn't want to charge in recklessly without knowing a little bit about where she might be able to strike, and second, she knew patience might pay off, rushing into things wasn't always the way to go.

"Well, it looks like we're even again...!" Gil thought things over, usually for heavyweight opponents, she would target low, and knock the down from there, but Wicke seemed to have relatively good footing, so it wasn't wise for her to keep aiming there. Smothering with out getting her opponent on the ground was going to be tricky, but there were was to make it work, she just had to get a little tricky with it... She leaned back into the rope behind her, giving herself and extra boost on her speed before taking off toward Wicke, going low and doing her best to zip past, and behind her. halting herself on the ropes before making her big push! If all went according to plan, she would be able to place her head against Wicke's lower-back, and ram her shoulder into her backside, giving her one big push as her legs straightened out, sending her into the corner! "Perfect...!" Gil wouldn't wait another second before pick up her speed again, leaping up in the air, and aiming her rear right for Wicke, whose head should be placed up toward the top of the turnbuckle!

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Limited by gravity and her opponent being a smaller target, Wicke still managed to encompass the smother tourist with those thicc thighs. The rules of this match were a little vague, but any sort of smother should be valid even if this wasn't her favourite flavour. An opportunity to keep Gil under her restraints indefinitely would be unheard. "Don't worry I'll carry you to your next destination. My home as a detour..." Wicke cooed offering some post match cuddles which might persuade Gil to give up this one fall, however the brunette's resolve was unaffected as she took the lone opportunity to escape and succeeded.

Wicke would learn from this and focus more on tactics that had lower probabilities of failing. She would follow Gil's example and return to a standing position, mildly prepared for another of those special aerial strikes. As the shorter fighter ran past, Wicke attempted to swipe her arms lower but only just missed the adorable demon by a hair, yet another slight miscalculation. Wishing to make up for this error, the purplette tried sidestepping slightly so an aerial movement would be counterproductive, however she would soon realise Gil took a different, safer route anyway.

"Ahhhhhh!" Experiencing a combination of her opponent's strength upclose, Wicke was suddenly off-centred and forcibly shoved towards the corner. The only thing stopping the MILF was the neck almost bisecting her throat. "AHHHHHHHHH!" Feeling the burn yet still standing due to the nearby ropes being grasped. "(A sneaky one. I shouldn't deny it...)" She thought realising that this was the perfect position for one of those explosive buttbombs, especially in a place where the metal itself could deal tremendous harm. As soon as she heard the slightest bit of footsteps, Wicke tried squatting down and bring herself to a kneeling position so if Gil tried attacking she would aim a bit too high.

[Arista]

Neither of the two were willing to give up this first fall, or any of the falls all that easily, they were going to exhaust every last option before allowing the other to land their rear, or whatever mode of smothering the preferred on their own face...! Gil, however, was as close as she had been so far this match, flying mid air, her rear aimed perfectly for Wicke's face, but just in the nick of time, Wicke dropped just a bit lower, throwing Gil's aim off, and successfully evading the move, even if just barely...!

"Wait- Ow...!" Gil yelped out, her rear making heavy-hitting contact with the padded turnbuckle, though it was still hard enough a hit to be unpleasant. The dodge was a big one for Wicke to pull off, since the move most definitely would have led to a smothering, and potentially a round ending one! But now, Wicke was in the drivers seat, as Gil deflected off the corner-post just enough to fall flat on her stomach, right in-front of her opponent, rubbing her rear-end. "So umm... About that offer for going back to your place... Do you do massages? I think I'll need one..." Gil cracked a small smile, knowing her position wasn't an enviable one.

Gil knew she wasn't in the best spot in the ring right now, but flipping over meant she was opening herself up for an easy smother, and crawling away seemed like a bad idea too, Wicked could grab her by back of her bottoms and drag her back. Standing up left her unprotected, maybe rolling away was the move! Wait, maybe she should time it, or was that gambling too much on Wicke pulling out a diving move? She didn't seem like one to do those, or maybe she was mis-reading her... Maybe she was spending too much time thinking over these things rather than moving, and in turn, giving Wicke all the time in the world...!

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The first fall was particular important as it could inspire enough momentum to quickly overwhelm the opposition and gain the next two smothers. Wicke's predictions were not far from the point this time, so she would act appropriately to evade Gil's range even if her hairdo was slightly ruffled up.

Even if the injury would have been worse on Wicke's end, she still cringed upon glimpsing at the brunette's rear making impact with the turnbuckle. Now it was the heavyweight's turn to drive this match as she pleased. "Why yes I do give massages, otherwise you may not sit again..." She replied while returning to an upright stance.

Rather than stall through further conversation, the veteran bent slightly and turned around, arm already in motion to hopefully grasp little Gil's neck. Using her strength she should have an easy time tossing the other wrestler's body back first into the corner. If Gil didn't slip out with one of her tricks, Wicke would spin around and shift into reverse drive, aiming to envelop the little demon's mouth with her giant rear.

[Arista]

Landing anything on Wicke was proving to be a much more difficult task than Gil had anticipated, but that only made her thirst after it more! She wasn't proud of how un-sharp she was playing at that moment, she knew she would have to minimize her mistakes in order to beat someone like Wicke, and bouncing ass first into a post and then falling face-first onto the canvas was a big one. There was a lot of wrestling ahead of these two, so all she had to do was- "Ah!" Gil would be slung back into the post, falling flat onto her rear, an ache setting into her lower-back.

Gil. with the slightest bit of hesitation reared her head up and saw her opponent, ready to smother her out! "Wait, Miss W- I mean Wicke...! We can restart, right!?" They couldn't, and wouldn't, Wicke press her butt against Gil's face, swallowing her whole! "Mmmph...!" Gil kicked, falied, and wrapped her arms around Wicke's waist, almost looking like she was pulling her further in rather than pushing her away.

Her breathing grew tired, and slow, it couldn't have been that long, right? It was easy to lose track of time when you're having fun...! Not that Gil was having fun, of course! Who would enjoy this? Not Gil...! She wasn't one to tap-out, she'd rather go out via KO than tap more often than not, but it may zap her energy more if she let that happen, so instead, she cut her losses, and with three gentle pats on Wicke's curvy posterior, the bell would ring, and the first round would go to the veteran...!

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A flying bullet practically missed their larger target. Unless she was already overwhelmed or Gil proved to be more deceptive over time, Wicke could probably see these run-up shots a mile away at this point. "That is second round's purpose darling..." Wicke responded to her opponent's pleas regarding a do-over. She quickly eased her into use the proud rookie's face as a butt warmer, unfazed by the kicking and flailing.

"Mmmm yes...why thank you darling but you have it all in reverse" Taking delight in her new butt warmer, on top of Gil accidentally tightening the hold as opposed to resisting.

She kept herself calm yet focused, ensuring that her legs were glued to the mat and that not even an inch of Gil's mouth or nose was left untouched. If this was really the norm then this might be a very short match despite the multi-fall nature. Wicke didn't mind going for the KO since that would boost her chances of speeding total victory. "Hmmm? I see..." The purplette immediately straightened her posture and set off to the original station. "I hope this is all registered in your mind little alone?...Are you listening?" She called out to her probably exhausted opponent from afar, even clapping to grasp the adorable demon's attention.

[Arista]

Gil's mind wandered whilst caught up in the smother, was this really all that bad? The softness of it all, plump and comfortable, and the darkness could make anyone want to fall asleep...! Gil grew comfortable with her situation, enjoying having her face smooshed between Wicke's cheeks... Self-preservation kicked in to save the day with a tap-out, the still sane part of Gil's brain took over and kept her in it, even if her body was still wanting to fall back into that smother...!

Wicke pulled away, and Gil very nearly pressed herself right back into her before the cracking sound of Wicke clapping caught her attention. "...Huh? Oh, yes ma'am- I mean Miss Wicke- I mean Wicke...!" She let out a huff before taking her time to get up onto her feet, the to did a soft reset before the second round would start. "...That wasn't... Bad at all...! But anyone can take one round, let's see if you can get this one too...!" Gil shook her head and slapped her face to get herself back in it, she had a match to win, no messing around...!

She had to trick Wicke, she was a smart woman, she knew her stuff, so she wouldn't fall for just anything... Gil went over her option, and she couldn't put herself in the corner, unless she wanted to end up sandwiched between Wicke's cheeks again, which didn't sound all too bad, thinking about it now... "NO!" Gil smacked her face hard. "...Sorry..." Gil, wide eyed and ready, realized something, she hadn't really let Wicke go on the offensive yet, she was definitely a great defensive fighter, but maybe she could find a weakness, simply by letting Wicke make a move...! "Come on, Wicke..." Gil twirled, and danced around, shaking her butt at what might be the most talented smother-er there was in L.A.W...! "...Don't you want a little taste...?"

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Wicke pondered if this was just one fall instead, how much could she have reaped from that warm, squeamish face until Gil's psyche popped. Even she speculated that the surrender was a reluctant decision on the petite woman's end.

The stammering was enough to make Wicke chuckle, but she quickly returned to her game face as this intermission would be left short. "Very well, but it will be bittersweet to earn another fall through the same exact method." This round didn't give a lot of fruitful information for Wicke, besides maybe one recurring attack. She didn't even know on the off chance that Gil overwhelmed her it would be a sensually satisfying experience.

As the second bell was about to ring, the self-slapping would break her concentration. "Please don't harm yourself little one, it is only the first round" Aiming to be supportive on the assumption that Gil was scolding herself too hard, even if lust was the second option. Self-esteem was a symptom common amongst young folk in any occupation

It didn't take long for the match procedures to resume, thus Wicke could only watch as the shorter girl constantly taunted her. "I hope you mean figuratively dear..." Her mood shifting into slight annoyance in record time. She meld her feet to the mat, but it seemed Gil wasn't going to do anything but jump about, so Wicke might as well pat her down. Taking slow steps towards the other wrestler, Wicke kept one hand raised, preparing to grasp Gil's shoulder even if this left an opening for retaliation.

[Arista]

Well, it wasn't exactly playing out the same in the ring as it did in Gil's mind, but it wasn't past the point of being salvageable, she had some good ole' fashioned smothers herself to put Wicke in...! It would be no easy task though, that much was clear, Wicke was a master at this, there was no doubting her abilities, and Gil was excited as all hell about it...!

"Figuratively! Right, I mean, I think so...? Maybe a whiff is more accurate..." Gil tapped her chin, thinking things over. Snap out of it! Now wasn't the time to be getting caught up in that sort of jazz, she was facing off against what might be one of the most talented smother-ers there was, she had to stay focused, and put some asses to faces...!

Wicke didn't charge into things likes some others might of, she was calm, methodical, and she thought things through, in direct contrast to Gil, who did what felt right in the moment, and rarely thought ahead! But it wasn't for nothing, her plan could still play out just as intended, all she needed to do was see it through. As Wicke closed the distance, Gil never turned around, still shaking her bottom side to side to taunt, all the way up until Wicke planted her hand on her shoulder, and with that, Gil swirled back face her, planting her leg behind Wicke's and throwing herself against her, trying against to take her down! "...Got you...!"

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Wicke still remained hopeful that her opponent had more to bring on the table yet easily counter. Not wanting to tire herself already, she opted for the slower and more cautious approach. She might have set Gil into overdrive if the heavyweight tried bulldozing her too early, leading to a longer chase. Their casual conversations becoming more befuddled with their unclear intentions as would their match. Wicke's perception about Gil's mindset would also come under heavy dispute in the next few seconds.

"Also may I know who you are referring to?" She asked the rookie while only inches away from the brunette. Strangely enough there was no defiance from Gil at first. No begging for mercy or even stepping back. It would be a greater appointment if this tour took the submissive lane so early. However the mischievous demon would prove everyone wrong.

In the blink of an eye, Wicke found herself overwhelmed by the shorter woman's superior agility. Just as the purplette was about to pivot and swipe Gil's head off, her own leg was snagged for the classic sweep manoveure. "AHHHHHHHHH..." Like a ton of bricks, Wicke would descend onto her stomach, causing the ring to slightly vibrate. Having her own strengths being used against her, she was unable to protect against whatever dastardly plot Gil had in mind.