Clyde Gastin Vs. Irene Inger

Clyde wagged his finger at Irene as she pouted at him. She was cute as hell and he enjoyed being a coy flirt, but he wasn't about to take it easy on her, even if he was being cocky as usual.

He bounced on his feet while allowing Irene to get out of the corner, giving her sly gaze while he bounced about, keeping his eyes on her fit body while he raised his hands, expecting another lockup.

What he got was something else entirely. He got to cocky, too cocky and paid for it. Irene moved raised her fist, Clyde's eyes shot wide, he leaned back but it wasn't enough.

"-HNKK!" Spit flew him Clyde's mouth as his head was forced upwards, his eyes crossing from the blow as he staggered back in a daze as his knees shook and buckled.

“Hah!” Irene cheered as her uppercut sent Clyde stumbling backward. Never the type to hold back while her opponent was vulnerable, Irene dashed forward to close the small distance that had formed between them, reaching out with both arms. Throwing one arm over Clyde's shoulder, Irene's other arm dove down to glide under his waist. Just to tease him, her hand caressed his crotch, getting a very brief feel for what he had between his legs as she tucked her arm underneath his waist, and her suggestive groping got worse as she placed her hand on his rear and gave it a squeeze.

“Mmm, nice and firm,” Irene commented in a sultry tone, but if Clyde thought that Irene was just doing all of this to send his hormones into a frenzy, he was dead wrong. Once her arms were secured around him, Irene showed everyone just how strong she was for her small, willowy appearance, lifting Clyde right off the mat to attempt a ring-rattling scoop slam!

Clyde was stunned and grunted when Irene collided into him, feeling her slender arms wrap around his shoulder and under his waist before he felt a sudden and unexpected caress his crotch that made his eyes shoot wide, his bulge twitching under the tights as his cheeks flushed red from the sudden grope, yelping when his ass was squeezed with a firm grip, making him stand on his toes

"H-Hey! L-Lady!!" He exclaimed from the unexpected feel up that had his heart racing, and even a bit annoyed! Getting lifted up suddenly by the smaller girl and then dumped right on his back.

"C-UGH!" Clyde hit the mat with a bounce arching his back and wincing from the impact, exhaling deeply as he looked up at the ceiling lights above, a bit dazed and mostly frustrated. "That was... Didn't expect that..."

With Clyde dazed on the mat and Irene standing above him, she couldn't resist teasing him a bit, especially when sex appeal seemed to be so distracting for him! Readjusting her position so she was standing straight over his waistline, Irene assumed a cocky, sultry pose and wiggled her hips from side to side. The cute little dance earned a cheer from the audience, and Irene looked down to see if Clyde enjoyed it as well.

“Having fun, sweetie?” Irene chirped. Reaching around to her own backside, Irene slapped her rear with both hands and then jumped into the air, aiming to come down butt-first on Clyde's stomach. It was a crude tactic, but if Clyde thought that her light weight couldn't hurt him, he clearly didn't know what it would feel like to have all that weight knocking the wind out of him. Depending on how out of it he really was, though, a well-timed roll might leave her with nothing but hard canvas to land on!

Clyde winced on the canvas after being slammed, gazing up at the lights before he saw Irene step over him and strike a hot pose, shaking her shapely hips side to side as she stood over the Cowboy who couldn't keep himself from admiring the view! He was here for a match but he couldn't stop himself from admiring his opponent that was shaking her ass above him. Whether he knew it or now, his eyes were locked on her body.

He certainty was having fun. A little too much fun. He'd watch Irene smack her rear before suddenly jumping up! Clyde had no time to get away.

"OOOUGH!!" Clyde coughed out the moment Irene brought all her weight down, ass first, onto his abdomen, making his limbs shoot up as spittle flew him his mouth, before his arms and legs eventually just flopped back down to the canvas where Clyde lay, having a big chunk of air knocked right out of his lungs, leaving him groaning on the mat under Irene, with his member being the only thing actually standing a bit.

So far, Irene was astounded to find herself controlling the match this easily. Clyde was one of Tension's most famous fighters, a veteran, but maybe she had been able to take him by surprise thus far. It was sad but true that most people didn't expect much out of her these days, being an unofficial jobber in most people's books.

Still, Irene was tired from throwing her light weight around like this, so she needed trap Clyde in a hold of some kind before he went back on the offensive. Moving to Clyde's lower half, Irene positioned a leg between his own and started threading and twisting them around it. Soon, she would lock them in a position that put strain on his knee and ankle joints, for a reverse indian deathlock submission. The setup had some complicated motions that took a few seconds to get through, so she could only hope that Clyde wouldn't recover quickly enough to stop her. Once she was done, all she would have to do is stand up, happily taunting Clyde and posing for the crowd while the unfortunate cowboy frantically rushed save his knees from being crippled by the strain.

Clyde had some air knocked from his lungs by Irene but wasn't down and out. He had admittedly been taken off guard a little by Irene but he was far from done.

He sucked in some lost air the moment Irene got up, trying to pull her ankles out from under her and make her fall front first into the mat where Clyde would move over Irene, grab her ankles and wrap them around his waist before reaching over Irene's back to grab her chin, where he'd pull back, putting her chest on the mat while her legs remain in the air as she bent up in this elevated Camel Clutch.

"You... Havin' fun... Now?" He muttered breathily.

Irene's ego had managed to trick her into forgetting how formidable an opponent Clyde was. As soon as she reached for his legs, the cowboy grabbed hers and pulled them out from under her. A startled yelp filled the ring as Irene flopped onto her chest. Clyde kept a hold on her ankles as he wrapped her legs around his own waist. There was no chance for Irene to pull herself away before two strong hands gripped her chin and started pulling back, compressing her spine tightly.

“No, no!” Irene protested as the tables were turned on her. She tried to pull Clyde's arms off of her, but he was built like an ox, and kept a firm hold on her head as he pulled it back and worked the submission. Her whole body wriggled as she tried to work her way to freedom, but this only resulted in her hips gyrating against Clyde's. She could feel a bulge underneath his tights, and allowing her own crotch to rub against it both aroused and humiliated her.

“Urgh...l-let me go,” Irene groaned as sharp pangs of agony seared her torso. Groaning in pain, her mind raced for an escape as Clyde continued to torque her spine back.

Clyde bit his lip as he felt his and Irene's hips bounce and grind against one another, rubbing his bulge about her muff while compressing and bending her back as hard as he could within the elevated camel clutch.

"Whats the matter!? Thought you were havin' fun!" He taunted, pulling back hard to give her another rough stretching before letting her flop to the mat.

Despite the jolts of agony surging down Irene's spine, the trapped girl was hardier than she looked, and was determined not to let Clyde's early submission get the better of her. Before she could work out an escape, however, the cowboy abruptly let her go and stood back up. It felt like he was toying with her. She definitely got that impression when Clyde taunted the girl, who was still prone on the mat.

“Who says I'm not having fun?” Irene fired back, but she was wearing a frown on her face when she sat up and turned to look at him. Having opponents take pity on her just reminded her how underwhelming she was as a fighter, and plans were already forming in her head to get a little sweet revenge for the embarrassment. As much as she hated to admit it, though, she was still at Clyde's mercy. His back wouldn't be hurting like hers was right now, and her struggle to get back on her feet left her vulnerable to a followup attack.