Clyde Gastin Vs. Heather Sunderland - No Holds Barred

No Holds Barred Match
Win by Pinfall, Submission or Knockout

"Heavy Is The Head" would begin to play throughout the arena as Clyde T. Gastin made his way down to the ring in front of a roaring crowd that granted him a massive, cheering response, going  down the ramp with a rather confident grin on his face. He wore a regular pair of long black tights, black wrestling boots, elbow pads, knee pads and taped wrists with his signature leather cowboy draped over his head, hanging over his eye

Walking down the ramp, Clyde made his way around the ring to leave his hat by the announcers table before sliding inside the ring and climbing the nearest turnbuckle, raising his hands high before resting in his corner, ready to take on a familiar face, his ex-girlfriend and often rival in AFW in a no holds barred match. The last two fights, Heather had dominated and destroyed him but a determined Clyde promised to beat Heather this time.

The lights would then turn out completely, a bit of an altered version of Choir Jail , Heather's entrance, with an extended intro would start to play. The lights steadily and slowly turned a dark blue, green laser lights filling the stage, bathed in smoke. Heather crawled out onto the stage area once the intro finished, wearing her purple fishnet top, black bikini top above that, black skirt, purple and black striped thigh-highs, and black boots, her face and arm glowing with that light purple bodypaint she had on. She crawled down to around mid-ramp, standing up and raising her hands in the air, pyro shooting out from the entrance.

She rushed the rest of the way down the ramp, sliding underneath the bottom rope and heading to the corner, heading to the middle rope and raising her hands in the air again, pyro shooting down from the ceiling to the ring. She hopped off the ropes, heading to the center of t he ring, the lights turning to normal, revealing the bodypaint to be transparent in normal light. She took in a deep breath, taking in that Tension audience that she rarely saw, nodding her head a couple times.

"Getting into a fight with me again, huh Clyde? Looooking for another beating?"

Clyde gulped at the sight of Heather. Despite having been humiliated by her several times, he knew he still felt the same way about her and the idea of fighting her was exciting and made his heart pump. The mesh, her ample breasts barely contained in her bikini top, the frilly skirt and stockings. He loved it.

When she got in the ring and looked to him, his eyes were still scanning her skirt then her large bust before he snapped out of it and smiled before blushing. He knew she was teasing him!

"It won't be like the other times!" He argued, raising his hands up to grapple. "You'll be the one sprawled out and beaten!" He told her, his face red as he remembered being beaten by her breast smother.

Heather stretched herself out just a little, pushing out her chest in a position that was a bit inadvertent, but it was unavoidable nonetheless. She had quite the smirk on her face as she heard his words, shrugging just slightly at the whole thing as she waved it off a little.

"We'll see about that! You say that and all, but you totally end up beneath me every time! I don't think it's gonna be any different tonight!" She said with a nod, getting as prepared as she could for the match that allowed for anything goes. She looked to the ref who explained the--lack of rules there was, nodding her head just a bit before finally the bell rang.

Heather rushed at Clyde immediately, not about to let him even take a breath. She made her way straight to him, aiming to slam her body against his and take him down to the mat with a tackle-like move.

Clyde watched, oogling Heather's big breasts that nearly oozed from her top as she pushed out her fit body, puffing out her ample bosom. Clyde could already feel his member stiffening in his tights, his mind so wrapped on her chest that he ignored the ref-girl completely and instead heard only Heather.

"It ain't like I ask for it!" He shot back before the bell rang and Heather rushed him and Clyde narrowed his eyes before opneing up his arms as Heather crashed into him!

"URGH!" He grunted, blushing from the impact as she forced him back a few steps before he held his ground and tried to get his arms around Heather, pulling her into him, toe to toe until they were face to race with Clyde's stiff chest mashed into Heather's soft breasts.

"Heh!" He grinned before trying to make her hop up with a lift and clutch onto her lowerback with a sudden bearhug!

"Nghh!!"

Heather grunt out a little as she collided with Clyde, stunned that she wasn't able to take him down. She grit her teeth, pushing against him as much as she could, raising up in that position as her breasts pressed and flattened against his chest, molding against it. She grunt and groaned out, struggling with him as much as she could, bracing her feet on the mat before suddenly she was lifted up off her feet.

"Hah!?" Heather's eyes widened as she felt those arms around her lowerback like that, the pain shooting through her body as she was locked in that tight bearhug. She twist and turned, pushing her hands against his shoulders desperately, her body twisting and turning in his arms, doing all that she could in her attempts to free herself.

"Nhh..." Clyde liked the feeling of Heather's big breasts flattening and molding around his frame. But he couldnt enjoy it. He had to crush her.

"Rrgh!" He squeezed with all he had, mashing her lower back, using his strength to resist her pushing before she twisted and and squirmed, breaking the early hug and forcing Clyde to let go.

"Not bad!" He said as he raised his hand and tried to stun her with a suddenly overhand chop! Aiming right for the top of Heather's ample breast!

Heather grit her teeth hard, struggling and squirmign as much as she could before finally she was able to get him to release her. She took a couple deep breaths, rubbing her back a bit from the pain that she still felt, hearing that little compliment from Clyde.

She huffed just a bit, about to respond before she sat that overhand chop heading straight towards her. She quickly stepped back to avoid it, narrowing her eyes as she pushed herself right back in. She attempted to respond to that by trying to thrust her knee upwards towards him, attempting to ram it into his gut and get him to double over.

With every breathe, Clyde saw Heather's chest swell, pushing to hammer her with his strike before she suddenly... Slipped right back away from him!

His eyes were wide and he got no chance to recover as Heather zoomed back in, knee first to his abs!

"OOUGH!!" Spittle Flew and Clyde doubled right over, coughing as he held his abs, head down as he sucked for air.

Heather grinned wide as she turned it right back into her favor by slamming that knee hard into his gut, watching him double over like that. A shiver ran through her body, taking in the feeling of being on the offensive again as she brought her arm around his head.

She just narrowed her eyes, throwing her leg back before thrusting it forward. She used the momentum of that swing to attempt to drive his head down onto the mat, trying to take him down with a heavy Snap DDT.