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

[Arista]

Nice! It worked! Gil had out-maneuvered Wicke once, but that was far from all she needed to do, she had to do that quite a few more times, if this match was going to play out in her favor...

She shuffled up onto her feet, stepping quickly over Wicke and getting a tight grasp an her hair, yanking her head up between her thighs as she forced the older-woman onto her hands and knees, clamping down her scissors, smooshing Wicke's face as she threw her hands into the air, pumping her fans up before she dropped down to her knees, looking to bust Wicke's face against the mat...!

She rolled to the side after landing the face-buster of sorts, jumping up onto her feet, quickly jogging around Wicke to pick up speed and momentum before she leapt into the air, tucking her knees to her chest and looking to hurdle down in a cannon-ball right dead-middle onto Wicke's back...! "I'll make this fast...!" She cried, right before taking to the skies...! She wanted to keep her down, if she could, for the rest of the match, but she would settle for the next minute or so, at-least long enough for her to steal a quick round from right under her nose! While up in the air, fate was out of Gil's hands, but these were moments where she was most powerful, slamming down on someone while leading with her booty, she could inflict damage like no other, that steal might just happen...!

[SwordSavior1]

Once again Gil was able to use Wicke's own weight against her, but this time in a more elaborate fashion even if it involved manipulating the fabric. She didn't need to roll about since Gil already went in for seconds by tugging at the purplette's hair. "Aahhhh my hair! What is the meaning of this...uhhhhhhh" She protested being hauled around in such fashion only to be gagged by her opponent's legs and rear.

Even if she was suffocated and had a sore forehead, Wicke shouldn't have trouble dealing with a standing headscissors from such a punier foe. All it took was the smallest pry. However that didn't turn out to be the long term plan for Gil apparently. Without any warning, she was suddenly dropped facefirst into the mat hard through what resembled a scissor stomp. "AHHHHHHHHH!"

The impact caused Wicke to bend over with ass raised up in provocative fashion, too caught up in her recent affliction to even adjust. While Gil prepared to jump off the diving board, the heavyweight could only gasp to regain the breath that she lost. Asking for an actual fight and got one delivered to her entire burning face. "F-fast?" Her heart skipped a beat as she listened to Gil declare her next form of assault. Glancing to the side and witnessing the adorable airborne demon, Wicke knew that she had to move or risk expelling more air. Hoping to avoid more damage and grant her opponent recoil in return, the curvy woman tried to sway herself sideways enough to roll out of harm's way.

[Arista]

She flew high and hung long in the air, she was suspended at what seemed to be at-least 4 or 5 times the height she actually was. It was scary having fate fall out of your hands, all control was lost the minute she took to the skies, but it was among the best moves in her mind that had her fly and soar, ready to crash down her rear-end like a meteor firing down onto the earth...!

Wicke didn't look like she was going to move, she might actually make it...! CRASH. The canvas shook and the sound reverberated through-out the arena, she misses by the skin of her teeth, she busted her ass onto the mat and her legs flung over Wicke's body, all momentum of the slam lost, inflicting no damage what-so-ever to the researcher.

"...Ow..." She groaned, squinting her eyes shut as she shot her hands back to clutch her lower back. Her bottom was fine, it absorbed the impact rather nicely, but her tail-bone ached as the the soreness shot up her spine, at-least it wasn't outside the ring, or else this would have been way worse...! She fell back onto her back, resting her head against the mat, her legs still limply laid across Wicke's body. "...That didn't work..." She said to herself, rolling up over onto her stomach and crawling to the ropes, helping herself onto her knees as she gripped the middle-rope.

[SwordSavior1]

Having made the miracle roll in time, she managed to avoid the air raid and a visit to her chiropractor. Since she only dodged by a hair, Wicke still felt the rookie's legs brush her back slightly, but she wasn't feeling even a quarter of the turmoil Gil put herself in. "I am sorry but it was necessary..." She whispered to the nearby woman laying aside and groaning. The prior streak was certainly worth commending, but only her body shall give the trailing woman that extra point.

A temporary ceasefire took place as Wicke continued to lay down for a minute, while the previously dominant goatlady scampered for the ring ropes. Once she no longer felt the sting from her own fall, Wicke span around and carefully raised herself back to a crouched stance. Ensuring that any steps wouldn't raise a fuss, she tried to sneak behind the crawling wrestler until they both neared the edge.

An arm sunk down to grab a clump of Gil's hair, forcibly propping the other woman up. Regardless of how she whined, Wicke would address the situation in aplomb manner. "It was a fair attempt but I am afraid it is done..." Leaning her opponent to the centre for the purpose of attaining space. Wicke then proceeded to twirl in place before hurling her opponent towards the ropes. Upon the rebound, the purplette aimed to give her opponent another rough landing by throwing her arm for a clothesline.

[Arista]

She was alright, just one second and she could get back into ass-kicking-mode...! Her hands moved to the ropes, her eyes pointed at the mat, no doubt she wanted to kick it back into gear. but her body had limits, and pushing through pain was one of those limits she had.

"...Don't worry about all that, just give me your best fight..." Gil smirked, the heat and tension that built as the match went on wasn't fueled by bad-blood, but rather the heart of a rookie and a veteran, both giving their all and willing to do whatever it took to win...!

A hand drove down and gripped the back of Gil's head, yanking upon her hair and pulling her to her feet when she on her own couldn't do it. She pouted, her lip stuck-out as her face was near Wicke's, her pleas of course had proven to not change the mind of Wicke, she was in it to win, and was more than willing to give this match everything she had in order to secure victory.

She was slung at the ropes, weakly stumbling forward at a high-speed, all thank to Wicke's raw strength, and her raw strength alone...! She bounced off the ropes and shot right back at the bigger between the two, she simply held her arm out to her side, holding it firm into position as Gil could barely react in time to get her body to even start skidding on it's brakes before she crashed at near full-speed, her upper-body taking the hit! She fell back, legs kicking and took a mean hit on the mat, this time her shoulders and head taking the brunt of it all...!

"Mmm...!" She groaned again, breaking in her voice showed that she was almost whining from the discomfort. Her arms laid out wide to her sides, limp and unmoving. Her chest heaved up and down at a fast pace as she caught her breath. "...You... I'll... I'm not finished..." She finally sputtered out.

[SwordSavior1]

Wicke's concern about lack of dedication gradually faltered, although it would be a shame to forbid herself from witnessing more of Gil's expertise.

Now that her stamina recovered enough, it would be the heavyweight's turn to steer the wheel. Having hid the noise of her footsteps concealed by the chatter and tension, she was able to seize Gil without any hitch. A reminder of the significant power difference, Wicke got into position for her follow up attack and almost took off the brunette's head through a simple blunt clothesline. She deduced that it would grant her a significant advantage, but the woman laying beside could form a limited response eventually.

Observing her opponent's mannerisms, she decided to let out another statement out into the open. "Another example of tenacity, but let's test for a stronger reaction..." Waddling up to the prone Gil once again to grasp her clump of air once again. Instead of tossing her around again, Wicke asserted her grip to forcibly prop the adorable demon to a sitting position. She then proceeded to turn around and squat in a manner so Gil could only see that giant juicy rump. Still holding onto her opponent, Wicke finally decided to unleash her next attack by throwing her hips backwards to repeatedly stamp the brunette's face with butt slaps.

[Arista]

This wasn't good, this wasn't good at all... Gil's mind spoke and her heart denied it, she had some self preservation, not much, but some...! Her brain could tell some danger was afoot, but her spirit wouldn't be so easily shattered, how could she call herself The Great Armagilo, L.A.W's Littlest-most Devil, The Tiny Terror of the ring, The Beast of the ring, and many other titles that she had given herself over the past half-year or so if she couldn't take a little slam or two, or a big slam or two...!

She felt a tug upon her hair, sitting her up, her back hunched slightly, she was fairly beaten-down and not really in tip-top shape, but even still, she wasn't going to let Wicke just humiliate her and walk away...! "...I'm no test-dummy, I'm a terror...!" Gil snapped, but by the time she had, Wicke had squatted and presented Gil with what might be the rest of her night...!

Gil groaned and moaned as her face was smacked, stamped, and plunged by, and into Wicke's ass! She wasn't restrained by much more than a simple fist-full of her hair, yet even still, she found herself giving little resistance to the humiliating butt-smacking action she was getting, and it wasn't the kind of butt-smacking action she preferred...! Or, it wasn't the kind she would admit the she liked...!

Wake up... Gil heard a voice inside her head speak, she had to snap out of it, sooner rather than later...! Her eyes went from lifeless and rolling into the back of her head to shooting forward and wide in just a second, she wrapped her arms around Wicke's waist and held her face in-place, right between the beautiful, giant, luscious pair of snowy white cheeks, with the slightest hint of a pink blush from one of the past rounds...! She took a big whiff, getting a slice of her own personal heaven before putting those horns to good used, adjusting so the tip of one would pierce just one of the butt cheeks of the veteran...!

[SwordSavior1]

Having controlled the little devil's movements, Wicke believed she was in the final stretch due to how fragile Gil shown to be through observation turned out to be throughout this entire match. The clothesline was just a mere warm-up, so the heavyweight decided to kill two birds by one stone by draining the last bit of Gil's stamina through repeated short smothers.

Wicke didn't need to note her restrained opponent's endurances, since the fans were so nice to count every individual butt bump. "A terror in a different ecosystem perhaps..." Replying to the snappy woman's claims as Wicke considered this situation as a metaphor for little Gil biting more than she chew.

Just as she was about to snap her hips for the umpteenth time, Gil would disrupt the pattern by actually trying to halt the heavyweight. "Hmmm..." A minor setback that could be offset by Wicke using her other palm to take further control of the brunette's head, then she might just trap the tiny lamb until the bell rang. However another unaccounted factor turned the match upside down. Those horns weren't just for show. Within the blink of an eye, a counterattack slipped through her detection.

The feeling of those sharp horns set Wicke's body on overdrive. "AIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!" Expressing her extreme discomfort loud and clear. Not wanting to risk further torment, she tried to shove Gil away entirely and before the goat demon could pop her like a balloon. If Wicke freed herself, rather than attack she would remain bent over and nurse the skewered area. "I...don't think this is in regulations oohhh..." So Gil managed to extend the match a bit longer.

[Arista]

Sigh... Did the crowd really need to get involved in this too? It was humiliating enough as is...! Gil had to swallow her pride, or what was left of that remained in-tact, burying her face in the snow, AKA: Wicke's butt, all just to get close enough to spear her horn right into the where the sun don't shine...!

She drooped down as the grip Wicke had on her hair loosened. Her arms fell to her sides, her fingers dragging acorss the canvas as the drew in heavy heaves of air. "...Regulations don't apply to demons...!" Gil spat out, twisting her lips into a grin, staring Wicke right in the eye, or, the butt...

A move had to be made, she wasn't stronger than Wicke, that much was made clear, and her speed and flexibility didn't mean much once she was a full head's length up her ass...! Speaking of which... Gil rammed herself back into Wicke's rump, driving with all her force forward to send the researched down, face-first onto the mat...!

"...MMM..." Gil gave her best war cry as she made the woman take a rough tumble onto the canvas! Her face freed, hopefully she wouldn't find herself in the thick of it again at a war against that thing, she would surely have a harder time each and every go...! "...Nice... Try, Wicke...!" she giggled, landing a double handed smack on her backside again, watching it bounce and jiggle...! "...Prepare to say..." Gil didn't even finish her sentence, she just moved into position, planting herself on the back of Wicke's head and taking a firm grasp of her ankles, yanking them up and toward her for what could only resemble a boston crab...!

[SwordSavior1]

Wicke's voice unleashed enough decibels to make half the audience jump. The heavyweight was still wincing after that unusual skewer strategy, at the very least Gil had originality points even if it was dishonourable. Did the referee even want to help or keep things lopsided.

"So that is... AHHHHHH" Not in the position to block or evade this full frontal charge, Gil rammed into her buttocks hard enough to let it jiggle for a second, while simultaneously off-centering Wicke in such a manner that she plummeted onto her stomach like a dropped anvil. "AHHHHHH so much pa-Owwwwww!" Not even permitted the window to fully process her fall since the demonic mastermind had to rub the salt in through more spanks. Did the purplette leave the infection untreated for so long and create a vengeful smother monster?

"Prepare to say...owwwowhhhhhh" Her mind overwhelmed with terror substituting a comeback strategy allowed the brunette to capitalise through the Boston crab. Due to this numbed state, Wicke couldn't simply powered out of this hold, while she was forced to contort her body into a z like shape thanks to two holds with altering pressure. A sudden change of hands unfolded.