Clyde Gastin Vs. Irene Inger

Downed by Irene's sudden counter, Clyde got no time to sit up or even recover when the brunette suddenly saddled the cowboy's firm chest. The feeling of her curvy rump on his body was enough to make his cheeks redden but he wasn't going to just sit there either.

He was just moments away from shoving her off before he saw her call out to him and then blast his taut abs with a sudden punch. "Hugh!" Clyde grunted from the blow and winced before sucking in some air, only for for Irene to continue her assault and rain down a relentless barrage of punches right into the cowboys tough abs!

"URGH! UGH! MUGH! Hnf! Nff!" The blows stung but Clyde did his best to tighten his abs and endure the blows as best he could, flexing as much as he could to endure it while Irene tried to tenderize his bruised abs!

Clyde grunted and groaned audibly as Irene pounded his exposed midsection, but surprisingly it didn't seem to do much lasting damage to him. His abs tightened like steel as Irene delivered punch after punch, and after eight or nine blows, the scientist decided to switch up her strategy. While Clyde was winded, Irene reached forward to grab both his legs, trying to tuck them beneath her arms so that she could lean back to fold him up for a pin attempt. It was a long shot this early in the fight, but Irene was in the right position to take that chance. At worst, her attempt would fail, and she would get to continue trading blows, submissions, and maybe some more suggestive maneuvers with the famous fighter. She waited in anticipation as the ref came down to initiate the count.

"Guuh!! Uuugh!" Clyde's continued grunts and groans were heard as Irene tenderized his abs, tightening them with all his will to endure them, but in the end, the constant punches had left him quite winded under Irene, huffing for air as he lay sprawled out underneath her, having no energy to even think about resisting the fold up that Irene got on him.

"Gff." Before Clyde knew it, Irene folded him in an embarrassing ass up position, honestly expecting to get groped again as the ref went for the count.

"ONE! TWO!" She cried before the wily Texan kicked out, using all the strength in his legs to break free!

Irene expected a kick out, but Clyde's strength still managed to take her by surprise. “Kyahh!” Irene yelped as his legs pushed her up with enough force to have her go airborne for a short second, before falling in a heap at his side. The crowd cheered exuberantly for the veteran wrestler, but he wasn't the only one ready and willing to continue the fight.

Without thinking, Irene raced to get to her feet before her rival did. It would take a lot more wearing down to beat the Gastin twin, and Irene was worried that she didn't have the stamina for it. She would need to cut corners with some dirty tactics, and Irene had one of the dirtiest at her disposal: the chemical sedative that was still tucked away in her gym shorts. Now wasn't the time for such measures, however, not with the referee watching her closely. She needed to wait for an opportunity, so for now, she would try to tug Clyde by the arm and throw him toward one of the corners with an irish whip, unless he got up in time to attack her first!

Kicking out, Clyde rubbed his sore abs that Irene had peppered with his fists, but was otherwise fine. Rather, he wanted another crack at the bispecled girl who thought she could smack him around.

When she hauled him up by the arm, Clyde followed but did not go along with her, when she pulled, he planted his feet and stood still before grabbing her wrist and yanking her right up to him, mashing her chest against his before he slicked back her hair and pressed his lips hard against her own for a tightly sealed kiss, holding the embrace for a moment before he broke it and grinned at the young woman before stepped up close to her and bringing his bicep to bash Irene right under the chin for European uppercut!

As soon as Clyde was back on his feet, Irene pulled on his arm as hard as she could. He didn't move a muscle, and as he stared her down, Irene's eyes went wide. She had been able to go toe-to-toe with him so far, and had allowed herself to forget just how strong he was. Grasping her arm tightly, Clyde pulled her in with ease, smashing their bodies together and prompting some laughter from the crowd. She was such a small thing compared to him, so easily manhandled. Now that she was in his grasp, there were a lot of ways that he could punish her. He chose one that Irene never could have expected, caressing her head with his free hand to brush her black hair out of the way. Looking up just to meet his face thanks to the size difference between them, Irene blushed fiercely as she started to suspect what was coming.

“Don't you da...mmh!” Irene gave a muffled scream as Clyde sealed her lips with his own, working her with a deep kiss as the fans cheered and hollered. Her free arm went around him, more for support than anything as she found it hard not to tumble back in shock! Tremors shook her body, and the pounding of her heart vibrated against his chest, but she made no serious effort to tear herself away. Deep down, Irene had wanted to get a literal taste of her rugged attacker, and now those guilty fantasies were coming true.

Then they came to an abrupt end as Clyde pulled back and decked his bewildered opponent with a heavy thrust of his bicep. Irene staggered back and fell to the mat butt-first as the audience roared its approval. Rubbing her sore jaw, she glared up at him, unable to suppress the flustered look on her face. “Oh, you stupid sexy cowboy. I'm going to get you for that!” she grumbled, trying to sound strong. With Irene on her ass and Clyde on two feet, however, Irene wasn't in any position to strike back. She grasped the nearby ropes and tried to pull herself up, weak in the knees in more ways than one!

Nailing Irene in the chin, Clyde grinned as he saw the poor girl tremble and stagger ass first to the mat after his uppercut to the chin floored her! He stood here, arm flexed and lips pursed as he gazed down at her and bounced on his toes.

"Stupid, sexy? That's a new one." He teased as he stuck his tongue out, already approaching the dazed girl as he put an arm on her shoulder and spun her towards him, giving her body a crude little shove before drawing his hand back to fire a his palm out right across the top of her chest for a knife edge chop!

Just as Irene got to her feet, a strong hand settled on her shoulder and spun her around. The gritty Texan shoved Irene, and as she stumbled back, Clyde took aim and struck her across the chest! “Nyah!” Irene yelped as a blistering sting spread across her chest, her bust jiggling slightly from the force of the blow. She stumbled back, but wouldn't move very far. Her body suddenly came into contact with the turnbuckle, indicating that she was cornered. Leaning on the ropes to help herself recover had placed her in the right spot for Clyde to trap her, and now she was at his mercy.

Groaning irritably, Irene massaged her aching chest. Even though she was at a disadvantage, Irene was not one to give up, and she would try to shimmy along the ropes to slip out of the corner if Clyde didn't move to catch her.

Striking Irene, Clyde moved up to the dark haired beautify with a wry grin, managing to box her in as she tried to slip out of the corner by suddenly leaping forward to mash his body against her.

"See... Yer the one who started it with all the teasin'! Can't be mad now, I'm just returnin' the favor!" He whispered close to her ear before trying to Irish whip her into a nearby corner.

Irene whimpered a little as her powerful opponent pressed himself into her to cut off her escape. Being bullied around by him was frustrating enough, but especially when Clyde mashed their bodies together like this. Both of them were hot and sweaty by now, and she could feel the contours of his body, especially down below with the black tights hugging him so closely. Her cheeks started to fill with a rosy hue, and when Clyde took advantage of their proximity to whisper into her ear, she failed to suppress a soft moan.

“Y-you...I am not the one who started it!” Irene growled angrily, although the earlier minutes of the match were already a blur to her. She did recall groping him, so maybe it was best not to argue. Either way, Clyde took hold of her and threw her into a gallop with all his strength. She stumbled and barely turned as the turnbuckle got closer, crying as her back hit the corner opposite from where she had just been trapped. This time, Irene was too gassed out to move, and she was having some trouble organizing her thoughts, too distracted by the tingle running from her crotch up her spine. The furious girl was planning to pay him back with interest, but for now, Clyde's control over her was still unbroken.