Clyde Gastin vs Ms Garcia - Strip match at the Gym

[size=135:vr028sfr]Clyde Gastin vs Ms Garcia - Strip match at the Gym

Each of the wrestlers receive a red letter at their apartment:

Your first opponent is Clyde Gastin / Ms Garcia

You're gonna fight at our Gym. The match ends when one of the wrestlers' clothing is reduced to their shoes and underwear.

Any move is legal.

OMEGA

Having received the invitational letter at his now crummy, run down apartment in Tokyo. The now lone Clyde T. Gastin stumbled drunkenly out of his apartment and marched to the OMEGA Hotel for this special event that was being held. He growled at the thought of leaving the apartment today, he just wasn't in the mood at all. Still feeling bitter and a tad bit depressed following his breakup with his now Ex-Fiance, prompting Clyde to drown his sorrows in alcohol yet again.

Still, Clyde headed for the Hotel only because it was free and Money was something he needed very badly. But when he got to his room, he was told that he had really been invited to participate in a tournament here. The revelation pissed Clyde off quite a bit, seeing as he honestly wasn't in the mood to deal with anything AFW related right now. But when he heard that he had a shot at some big time cash, Clyde didn't seem to regret coming here after all. He had a chance to get his life back on track and be free of the horrid debt he owed Chesna Matu.

Eventually Clyde received the letter for his match within his room and frowned at the idea of a strip match, seeing as it wasn't his style, even with a pretty girl. But Clyde accepted nonetheless and marched his way down to the gym, wearing his usual attire of white t-shirt, blue jeans and brown cowboy boots along with his cowboy hat. He then stormed through the doors and arrived in the gym, standing in front of the entrance as he looked around and waited for his opponent to arrive, who ever it was.

A wide smile was formed on the brunette teacher's face as she walked through the luxurious Omega Hotel's corridors wearing her red leather jacked, a tight skirt and fishnets with high heels. Of course, a woman with so much talent like Ms Garcia wouldn't be forgotten by the managers of a special competition like the Wrestling Hotel. And apparently they've picked just the right kind of match for the brunette. "This is going to be so much fun!" tought the French brunette, grabbing the red letter with the match type and location, as she headed to the Hotel' gym, located on the back area of the building.

It was about 7 p.m when the woman saw the gym door, with a blonde young man standing in front of it. "Hmm, I guess he is my victim tonight..." she tought, looking to his long, messed blonde mane, thinking that they could've picked a more tidy boy for her, but at least he was smaller, and young. Just the type Gabrielle liked.

Quietly walking behind him, the brunette gently touches his shoulders, and also moves her hand through his messy hair a bit, before saying, seductively:

"Hey boy, I guess you're my opponent..."

Treading into the gym, Clyde scoped out the place and saw no one, quickly gathering that this opponent was either hiding in the gym or had not arived yet. He then began to contemplate hiding as well to stage a sneak attack on who ever he had to fight today.

But before he could make a move, he felt a soft pair of hands gently touch his shoulders before they began to move through his long unkept hair, Clyde's froze and shivered at the touch briefly, remaining this way as Ms. Garcia gave off that seductive whisper into his ear that made Clyde's face turn red, but at the same time, he knew where his opponent was now. "...Heh... Lucky me..." He'd add with a nervous laugh, not even looking back to see Ms. Garcia.

Not wanting to let a chance like this to pass him up, Clyde quickly reached back and tried to grab at the bottom of Ms. Garcia's skirt and yank it down, not even bothering to look at Ms. Garcia before he tried to strip her.

Expecting the boy to turn to face her, Ms Garcia widened her eyes as suddenly and out of nowhere his hands moved to her hips, and then began to roughly pull her tight leather miniskirt down. Even if being a tight piece of clothing, his strenght and eagerness were almost making it get halfway down her booty, so the brunette yelled as she fired a knee right at his balls from behind:

"What the... not so FAST, kid!"

They weren't even inside the gym, but Gabrielle was guessing that Clyde wouldn't wait to fix that detail. It seems that their fight would happen right there, on the outside area of the gym.

Clyde wasted no time trying to hurry up and win this match. The sooner he could strip his opponent the sooner he could get closer towards that cash prize he desired. But Clyde would only manage to get the miniskirt about halfway down before Ms. Garcia retaliated with a sudden knee to his groin from behind.

"Gaaaaaagghhh!! Sonova....Bitch!" Clyde would howl out in pain, shutting his eyes tightly from the horrid pain he felt between his legs and in his stomach, dropping to his knees before falling forward to the floor shoulder first, cradling his jewels as he squired about in pain in front of Ms. Garcia.

The fight had already begun, but Ms Garcia, even being really eager to tear down that naughty, dirty boy, was a teacher after all. Rules were meant to be followed, she was a classy woman and demanded respect and order. So, as she watched Clyde fell on the ground, completely staggered by her reaction to his attempt to strip her skirt, the brunette calmly opened the gym door, which was pretty dark, while she talked to the blondie:

"Hey, naughty kid. We are going to fight inside there, and I'm about to teach you a lesson for your attempt to cheat!" she said, in a firm but also seductively tone as she walked inside the gym. Gabrielle turned the swtich, and widened her eyes a bit as she saw that the gym was all empty, except for a mirrowed large wall and the ground full of mat pads. It was kinda large, approximately 20 meters square.
She smiled and walked inside, waiting for Clyde to follow her up. Gabrielle also noticed the four cameras on the ceiling corners. Apparently they were about to make a memorable tape of the wrestling match.

Writhing in pain on the ground, Clyde was completely open for an attack by Ms. Garcia as he laid their stunned and hurting from the low blow that took him down but surprisingly, Ms. Garcia would do nothing to him, she would instead just scold him for his attempt at trying to get a head start and then walking past him inside the gym, leaving Clyde quite bewildered by the seductive sounding woman whom he'd catch a full view of from the legs up to see a beautiful and sultry older woman who would turn on the lights to the gym to reveal the large room with a padded floor of mats.

"Who you callin' a kid, lady?" Clyde let out as he forced himself up to his knees before standing up to follow Ms. Garcia in the gym, his cheeks flushing a bit as he looked at the voluptuous older woman who stood before him, finding it quite hard to not get excited when he thought of wrestling the shapely beauty, whom Clyde felt he could not strike without some hesitation because of her beauty and almost intimidating sexual aura.

"So... How we doin' this?" He'd ask before removing his hat and tossing it aside. "We doin' things the classic rough way or would you prefer soft lil' mat wrestlin'?" He'd ask with a teasing grin as he tilted his head.

Ms Garcia was pleased when she cold read Clyde's tone, of course there would be excitement in his voice, but the brunette could clear smell a hint of fear on the air. Just like she wanted her little opponents to be: seduced and nervous. They tasted so much better that way.

"A fight is a fight. Do what you must." she said, furrowing her brow but smiling at the same time, in a displicent manner with her arms crossed just under her large chest. For a while, Ms Garcia wouldn't do anything. Of course, she was thinking that Clyde would probably want to make things erotic with her, and not rough. Well, Gabrielle felt that way too, she was both a fighter and a lover, but she enjoyed much more the loving part, specially when she ends up on top and have her opponent begging for mercy...or for more.

Anyways, there was much more in stake than getting a score with some cute kid: it was a championship, with the promise of a cash prize that Ms Garcia was really interested in seizing. If things were to get rough, she would also go really rough.

Hearing Ms. Garcia's response to his words, Clyde gave off a satisfied shrug now that Ms. Garcia made his job so much easier, he wasn't going to have any qualms against getting rough with the woman at all. He felt almost bad about doing this, having to wrestle against women was one thing but being made to strip her forcefully made Clyde feel weird about it. But considering Ms. Garcia's attitude, all those doubts and uncertainties would quickly disappear.

"Well if that's the way you feel." He'd say during his careless shrug before he charged at Ms. Garcia head on, feeling a lot better at being able to go all out and not hold back. Trying to get in close enough before he leaped at Ms. Garcia, trying to go for a running front dropkick right to her chest as he charged at her.