Clyde Gastin Vs. Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt

Clyde huffed and bit his lip, red faced from ear to ear as he bounced Gwen's supple body up and down, feeling their sweaty, moist chests occasionally scraping together as their hips collided, feeling her strong, thick thighs around him with every bounce as he pretty hair tickled his face.

Eventually though, Gwen retaliated with sudden elbows! "Rgh! Nugh!! Raagh!!" Each one, Clyde had to absorb as it turned his head and rattled his brain, groaning and growling along with Gwen as he squeezed and bounced her until he was forced to let go, a stinging in his head... But not enough to stop him!

Grabbing Gwen by the arms as he sent her down, he yanked her towards him as he lowered his head, trying to ram the top of his head into Gwen's chest for a hard headbutt to the sternum!

Considering that bear-hugs were typically utilized more towards the middle of a match to quite literally squeeze a submission out of an opponent, Gwendolyn had reason enough to suspect that Clyde had ulterior motivations in applying this particularly stifling, sweaty, and suggestive appearing maneuver this early on. A particularly distasteful hypothesis that only fueled Gwen's urgent need to separate herself from Clyde, post haste...

Progressive elbow strikes to the side of Clyde's were luckily having the desired effect of eventually loosening his clenching grip, the heiress huffing and groaning with fervent determination until her smooth thighs unfastened themselves form Clyde's hips as her feet found the floor once more. A relieved sigh escaping her lips from what she thought was the momentum of the match turning back in her favor she was tugged forward into a busty headbutt.  

"Hugh!!" Gwen staggered back from the jarring blow that had her soft chest bounce and the rest of her reeling backward into the nearby ropes. Struggling to regain her stunted breathing cycle with intermittent coughs with a wincing expression, Gwen huddled to her side with one arm shielding her bosom and the other arm clenching the top rope. Her flustered cheeks thankfully still partially concealed by her flowing curls, though perhaps more noticeable now that she turned her head to face Clyde with an angered glare.

Blasting Gwen and hearing that cute grunt of pain, Clyde lifted his head and saw Gwen staggering back with shaken breath, coughing and wincing. She let him know he got her good as she shuffled back and held her aching chest, accenting her lovely bust as she blushed and glared at him.

Clyde simply gave her a sly grin as he approached Gwen quickly, pressing himself against her before raising her chin with his finger to look him in the eye.

"Sorry. Just didn't want ta' headbutt yer pretty face." He admitted all while grabbing her wrist to... Hurriedly Irish whip her to the ropes in front of them!

"Now... Off ya go!"

Gwen's well-earned freedom from the stifling bearhug came with the unintended consequence of a walloping headbutt directly into her soft chest, causing her to stumble back while she steadied her breathing and eyed the impudent cowboy before her. An indignant scowl on her face from what was becoming Clyde's trademark strategy of fighting while flustering his opponent, Gwendolyn now fighting both Clyde and the utterly absurd yet still lingering thought in her head that she in any way enjoyed being held so tightly by him like that...

Gwen flinched with a mumbled groan from being pressed up against the ropes by Clyde so soon after knocking her back, an irritated twitch to her eyebrow from his cheeky comments as her head was tilted up for their eyes to meet.

"Such a lovely gentleman..." Gwen uttered before being yanked forward into an attempted Irish Whip. Although she was still too winded to resist being tugged forward, the heiress did manage to attempt the next best thing and try to hold onto Clyde's arm to stop her momentum and instead yank him towards the ropes in an Irish Whip reversal.

Clyde saw Gwen flinch and give that mumbled groan, he grinned a bit before suddenly trying to send her into the ropes. He swore he heard something from Gwen though, he just didn't hear what.

Either way, seconds before take off, Clyde found himself being reversed! "Ah!?" The heiress displayed remarkable strength as she switched the momentum, held on and sent Clyde reeling into the ropes at full speed! "Nhh!!" Within only two, long hurling steps, Clyde's back was already rebounding off the ropes and headed right back for Gwen!

Counterbalancing her own forward momentum into pulling Clyde along in the reversal was more of a strain than Gwen had anticipated, the heiress still not quite accustomed to grappling with male opponents and the extra amount of effort that came along with it. But with a cute groan and years of gymnastics training helping her compensate in redirecting her velocity, the heiress was able to send Clyde dashing off to the ropes in her place.

"Tch..." The sudden speedy turnaround upped the tempo of the match as Gwen grit her teeth while taking a step forward upon Clyde's rebounding off the ropes. Gwendolyn needing the extra step to give Clyde less time to react to what was going to be an attempted spinning heel kick, the heiress elegantly twirling in place while extending her legs outward to offer Clyde an intimate encounter with the heel of her boot.

Being thrown into the ropes and forced to run towards Gwen at full speed, Clyde couldn't stop even as Gwen took a step forward and suddenly preformed a flawless, pretty and elegant spin before her creamy, thigh high boot extended out, shining with the arena lights as Clyde's eyes went wide before he ran striaght into Gwen' heel.

"UGHH!!" Clyde was hit hard. Immediately flopping to his back and dropping hard to the mat like a ton of bricks as he slammed back first before bouncing up into a seated position with a glazed look in his eyes before he fell back, arms draped high over his head as he stared at the arena lights above, knocked for a loop!

Gracefully twirling in place before coming to a sudden stop on her poised feet, Gwen would take a stutter step back to steady her shaky posture after delivering a spinning kick with that much precision and concussive force. She panted heavily with a narrowing glare downward towards the stupefied and knocked senseless cowboy before collapsing down to her knees beside him.

Gwendolyn opting to forego the theatrics of her last pretentious pin attempt by attempting something considerably more prudent, the heiress hooking one of Clyde's legs behind his knee for a leveraged pin that had her sumptuous chest pressed against his pecs as she covered the blonde-haired Texan.

"A dreadful shame I held no reservations about scuffing that handsome mug of yours~..." Gwen sneered while angling herself to the point where her curvy backside was sticking into the air to weigh herself down against Clyde as much as she could. Gwen couldn't resist one further act of hubris by disrespectfully leaning her forearm against his face and twisting it to the side as if his lowly eyes were unworthy of gazing up at her.

"1!"

Clyde had taken a wallop to his head. The elbows he took to the head were one thing, he endured them before using a headbutt to Gwen's soft chest. But it was her elegantly and expertly preformed spinning heel kick that left the Cowboy's head swimming in a sea of dizziness.  

The heiress' well placed kick had left Clyde sprawled out and nearly unmoving save for the rising and falling of is bare chest that expanded and rose with every breath. Gwen was so quick to secure that pin, he grunted as he felt her soft hand hook his knee before faintly gasping once he felt her sizeable, soft breasts mashing against his bare chest. She'd no doubt feel his heart pound through her ample chest.

"Ouuhh..." The blonde boy could only groan, feeling like ragdoll Gwen practically folded him in half and mushed him into the mat!

"Ghh-Mnfff..." Muffled groans soon followed as Clyde's face was turned to the side and Gwen held him down, blushing furiously as the regal woman bullied him against the mat with her hot body, leaving to feebily fumble and kick for freedom only to get nothing!

"TWO!"  

"N-Nuh!" Clyde kicked with all he had and got nowhere! He closed is eyes and pushed with all he had, narrowly turning himself as the last second as the ref's count stopped inches before the mat!

"THR-!" He was safe and Clyde was left panting and tired underneath Gwen with a pair of glossy eyes. "Uhhff..."

Mumbled gibberish and ineffectual squirming could hardly be considered any form of resistance, but it was apparently the best that the Texan could muster. Gwendolyn's well-earned reputation for possessing some of the most damaging kicks in Friction apparently not quite as well known in Tension. A fact that was no doubt due to change before the night was over.

The privileged socialite feeling the match draw to it's inevitable conclusion with every slap of the referee's hand. The bundled up Texan appearing incapable of wriggling free from the posh heiress' noble clutches until a twisting side motion both interrupted the pin count and dashed Gwen's hopes of earning herself a Tension champion as her personal pool boy.  

"Tch..." Gwen scoffed and lifted herself back up to her knees beside her overturned opponent. Her hands propped up against her curvy hips as she milked whatever seconds she could to catch her breath and recoup herself from the last few minutes of being slammed and squeezed by the uncouth ranch-hand.

Now back on her feet after pulling Clyde back down onto his back by his shoulder, Gwen would take several steps back in preparation before elegantly flipping forward until she was doing a well-executed handstand right beside Clyde. One that was perfectly rigid with her toes pointed to the sky, and one that the gawking rabble wouldn't have much time to admire before Gwen would flip forward and thunderously slam her creamy thigh right atop Clyde's mumbling face.