Clyde Gastin Vs. Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt

Standard Match
Win via Pinfall or Submission
10 Count Ring Out

"I wonder what I just got ma' self into." Clyde said as he finished adjusting his ring attire before leaving the locker room with a wide smirk across his face feeling confident as ever about this upcoming crossover match with the rather infamous (and super famous) Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt. Or Madam Lady Bettencourt as she seemed to want to be called. Either way, Clyde was excited for a chance to compete against one of Friction's best (and more lovelier, if not completely delusional) wrestlers on the roster.

The Kyoto crowd would not have to wait long at all as "Heavy Is The Head" began to play throughout the arena speakers as the Tension Champion came out onto the entrance ramp, wearing long black wrestling tights with matching boots and pads on his elbows and knees, in addition to white tape on his wrists. On his head, rested his signature cowboy hat, pulled low of his head as he adjusted the world title on his shoulder, making his way down to the ring at quick pace, taking long steps down the ramp as he high-fived fans along the way before sliding inside the ring, and He made his way to a nearby corner and climbed it before raising raising the World title high above his head with a big grin on his face, basking in the cheers and photos of the crowd before hopping off and handing the gold to the ref.

Clyde then put his back to the corner and leaned against it, resting his arms on the ropes as he grinned ear to ear, eagerly awaiting the arrival of his lovely opponent and his 'date' for the night.

Strange how one solitary elevator ride could drastically reshape Gwen's perception of the concept of Tension as a whole, the prospect of daring to grapple with the uncouth "gentlemen" in this league being a nigh unthinkable concept before that late night entrapment with Clyde Gastin. Now she realized that opportunities abounded by taking the time for this little foray into uncharted territory, the heiress' herself lounging in the beauticians chair of her private dressing room while pleasantly lost amidst a world of heavenly primping and beautification. Once the finishing touches had been applied to her freshly polished finger nails, and clad in her traditional pearl white and royal blue frilly outfit that clung tightly to every curvaceous contour of her flawless physique, Gwen would hop up and begin the extensive trek with her steadfast entourage in tow towards the gorilla position and her fated rendezvous with the roguish cowboy himself~...

Gwendolyn's grandiloquent theme would trumpet over the speakers with a deluge of boos cascading over the pompous blue blood and her jump-suit clad fitness trainers appearing at the top of the ramp. Gwen now draped in a queenly blue and white robe that trailed far behind her, and her half of the tag-team belts shimmering brightly across her slim waist. The employees surrounding her were acting more like human barrier between herself and th over-reaching rabble  alongside the barricades. The heiress was the epitome of grace and poise her as she confidently waltzed down the ramp, Gwen's company men than disrobing her once they reached the end of the ramp with several others widening the gap through the ropes for her entrance.

After completing one career milestone by actually stepping into a Tension ring, Gwen would saunter towards the middle of the ring and grandiosely extend her arms wide to her side while crossing her legs. One final employee than unclipping her tag belt from behind her waist during her haughty pose, that employee and a small minority of her entourage than huddling outside and behind the ringpost of Gwen's corner.

"It appears we've both reigned triumphant during our championship bids since last we met, Monsieur Gastin~...That certainly adds further relevance to this delightful rendezvous of ours. Now a spirited and competitive bout amongst cross-promotional champions with all eyes upon us." Gwen said after turning in place to face Clyde, her arms folded just below her bust with a prideful smirk on her face.

"I trust you're still aware of our little wager, correct?"

Clyde sort of just stood there with a perplexed look on his face as he heard Gwen's theme. He honestly expected a battalion of soldiers to come marching out instead he got the ravishing Gwendolyn, he came strutting out like a queen on a runway with long steps and a pair of hips that swayed with attention grabbing flare, clad in that blue and white robe with the Friction tag titles buckled to her slim body, surrounded by her various trainers who assisted her in the ring and with her long robes.

Even Clyde felt a little nervous by such a grand entrance and the shining confidence of Gwen, her sensual sauntering, followed by the crossing of her long legs, it got him a little flushed and Clyde couldn't keep his eyes off her.  His focus returned when Gwen spoke up.

"Huh? Oh yeah! My rematch went pretty great." Said Clyde with a confident smile as he eyed the gold that was removed from Gwen's waist, now able to see her voluptious form that was hugged tightly by her revealing, frilly ring attire. The blonde had to remind himself this was a match and he shouldn't stare for too long.

"That title looks pretty good on ya." He teased before marching up to the center of the ring to stand in front of her, standing just an inch below Gwen, gazing into her eyes with a confident stare.

"'Course I do. Yer takin' me out ta' dinner." Said the cowboy as he smirked at Gwen, his heart racing with excitement.

"...*giggle*...I see your delightfully one-track mind remains steadfastly ever on course. Although I'm ever-so disheartened to inform you that you're only half correct in that assumption, Monsieur Gastin. I will, most definitely, be taking you out, so to speak. Just not in the manner you would prefer~..." Gwen teasingly uttered now that the polar opposite combatants were center stage in the middle of the ring, only a scant few inches of space separating them during their fixated stare down.

After taking some striding steps backward, Gwen would initiate a circling waltz inside the ring in tandem with Clyde. A dignified aura to her practiced and poised steps that continued for several teasing seconds until the clanging of the bell finally started off the match that had been in the works since before Avalanche, when a malfunctioning elevator set them on their current path. Her hazel-eyed attention narrowed in on the rambunctious Tension Champion until her care free stroll was interrupted by her suddenly motioning forward.

Some steady steps forward on her part along with her arms extended outward seemed to indicate that Gwendolyn was going for an amicable and typical lockup. But with one sudden stiff kick to his gut, and an even more sudden and constricting side headlock once he was huddled over himself, Gwen intended to deviate from the norm.

"I... I can't tell if that's a compliment or not!" Clyde barked as he ran his hands through his hair, trying to keep up with what Gwen was getting at.

Nevertheless, the bell rang and Clyde watched Gwen... Circle him. But admittedly his eyes remained fixed on her poised, regal steps that commanded his attention before she came strutting him towards him. At that moment he remembered he was supposed to fight.

However the moment he got close to Gwen, she struck him. "Bwugh!" A hard kick had him doubling over, surprising him greatly as the crowd gasped at the unexpected move before Gwen yanked him into her with that sideheadlock!

"N-Nggh! C-Cheap!" Clyde growled his cheek was mashed against the side of Gwen's ample busts, his hands clinched around her tight waist as he tried to yank himself free.

For a Tension veteran who proclaims to be acutely aware of Gwendolyn's rather infamous history of unscrupulous techniques, the heiress ended up having no trouble whatsoever in taking the early lead using just that. Capitalizing on Clyde's humble naivety was but one of many deceitful tactics Gwen had formulated as the day of this match loomed, and it was so far going along quite swimmingly.

"Incorrect again, I'm afraid. Absolutely nothing about moi could ever be considered cheap~..." Gwen teased downward towards the scruffy-haired Texan in regards to her vast fortune, the posh aristocrat further tightening down on the sudden side-headlock with a decent squeeze to Clyde's entrapped head. Gwen extended her toned right leg behind her, which ensured her further stability in the pressured constriction between her petite bicep and the side of her lovingly soft chest.

The feeling of his grubby hands on her waist did give Gwen reason enough to believe that he could eventually push her off. That thought leading to Gwen taking off in a dashing sprint off towards one of the corners with Clyde in tow, the heiress attempting a running bulldog with Clyde's face being harshly reacquainted with the middle turnbuckle in the process!

Clyde kind of smiled through Gwen's words, finding them very amusing... But he needed out of this headlock! "Nghh!" Her grip tigthend and Clyde winced, feeling the pressure on his head as Gwen squeezed his melon so tightly that his head felt like it was swimming between her arm and her soft chest, feeling her heart beat against him.

Nevertheless, Clyde was working his way to freedom before Gwen suddenly ran forth! Leading Clyde along as he stumbled with her to the nearby corner before she leaped forward and ran Clyde face first into the middle turnbuckle!

"Oohhhh!!"

The crowd gasped the moment they saw the impact! The cowboy champion's eyes rolling back as he stumbled up right onto his feet with a dazed look in his eyes. "...G-Guh..." He groaned weakly as he stared up at the ceiling before crumpling like a ton of bricks. Falling flat on his back in front of the corner with a limp bounce, laid sprawled out from the corner bulldog!

"Uhhh..."

Balancing herself up by sitting on the middle rope after her wholly unorthodox but nevertheless effective bulldog into the turnbuckle, Gwendolyn leisurely scanned the the jaw-dropped audience with a haughty smirk. A little innovation going a long way in quelling any doubtful notions of whether Gwen being ill-prepared to go up against the decidedly more masculine competition in Tension. The emphatic *thud* behind her indicating just the opposite as the hapless cowboy crumpled to the canvas to the stupefied shock of any fans of the Tension Champion in the audience.

*Well...that was certainly easier than expected~...* Gwen thought to herself as she gradually slid out onto the ring apron while briefly examining the sprawled out Gastin back inside the ring. She traipsed along the ring at her own pace until she was perfectly symmetrical with the laid out Tension Champ.

Gwen clenched onto the top rope with both hands and devious intentions written all over her face. Leveraging herself back before catapulting herself up to briefly balance herself on the shaky top rope, Gwen's attempted springboard legdrop brought another rise out of the audience. Even moreso if her smooth thigh would indeed be slammed down upon the prone cowboy's mumbling face.

Dazed and laid out on the canvas, Clyde lightly lifted his head before it fell back to the mat, still a bit stunned by his collision with the turnbuckle as he saw a pair of long, pearly white boots shashying in front of him until they stopped. He knew those shapely legs immediately.

The next thing Clyde knew, Gwen was up in the air and sailing high as Clyde saw the ravishing heiress flying through the air before she came crushing down on the cowboy's face.

"BWUGHH!!" With a limp bounce, Clyde's legs shot up in the air as his head turned side ways, eyes closed as his face was mashed under the toned thighs of the blonde, the cowboy panting, his toned chest rising and falling as he lay under the woman's smooth leg. It wasn't the worst feeling, but Clyde was definitely laid out and stunned. The crowd in complete shock as the heiress was already dominating their champion!

After positioning herself perfectly with the supine Tension champion in the ring, Gwendolyn nimbly hopped onto the top rope before catapulting herself into the air. Her Victorian-esque golden curls wafting majestically in the breeze and completing a majestic portrait of the heiress' refined beauty~...that is until the captivating moment would come to an inelegant ending, a deadening thud coinciding with Clyde's face being forcefully acquainted with the underside of Gwen's creamy thigh.

It was with no small degree of smug satisfaction that Gwen opted to leave her sinewy leg atop Clyde's mumbling face for an extra second or two just to rub in her advantage before shifting gears and shifting positions. The posh aristocrat now propping herself on top of Clyde via her right knee mounting his broad chest. A mock pin attempt that came with a teasing flick of her curled hair and a pompous smile directed downwards towards the laid out Texan as the ref dropped down to perhaps make this the shortest Tension match in it's sordid history.

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