Clyde Gastin Vs. Kendra Williams

"H-Hnn!" Clyde grimaced and bit his lip as Kendra applied more pressure, giving him a firm jolt as he struggled between her legs. "G-Guys like me, h-huh? What kinda g-guy am I then? " Said Clyde within the tight scissor, having a slight smirk on his face within the hold before he tensed up, shutting his eyes as Kendra locked her ankles together and maintained pressure. The hold itself wasn't bad enough that Clyde was going to be forced to give up unless Kendra could hold this sort of pressure for a longer period of time, until then Clyde was fighting to escape and endure.

But with Kendra's legs dug into the mat, the cowboy found it a bit harder to do. But he started squirming wilder and bucking harder, putting his feet on the mat from his downed position, trying to push off and roll the two over to the side closer to another set of ropes.

Clyde, even in the position he was in was still so talkative. She would have thought he'd have put that energy into trying to get ot of the hold. Not that he wasn't giving her a hard time of it. Still, you'd just think he'd stop asking questions and focs more on not being in the hold. Silly boy. "Cocky ones. Like you."

But despite his never ending words, he still managed to give her too much of a hard time maintaining her grip while at the same time, trying to keep him from the ropes. Clyde started to push off the mat all the more, making Kendra have to try harder to tighten her grip. She felt them moving closer and closer to the ropes, and she couldn't stop it at this point. But she wasn't going to let him go either. She'd hold on as long as she could, or at least until her managed to get to the ropes.

"Ohh...G-Great..." Clyde muttered through the strain he felt on his head as Kendra's legs squeezed him hard before he managed to turn the two over, rolling to a closer set of ropes. But it wasn't easy to reach, Kendra poured the pressure on him still, causing the cowboy to grimace in pain as he fought to pull himself and Kendra closer and closer while he swore his vision started to haze up.

Stretching his foot out, Clyde put it on the ropes, effectively earning a rope break. He sighed in deep relief at that moment while one hand pried at her taut thighs.

"Rope break!" cried the ref, telling Kendra to break the hold, giving her 5 seconds to do so.

Kendra gritted her teeth with the effort of keeping Clyde in the head scissor. And after he managed to turn them over, it became that much harder, given her position. But she held fast, refusing to let go unless her got to the ropes. If he wanted out, he had to earn it.

And earn it he did. Kendra hadn't noticed her got to the ropes until the ref told her to let go. With a sigh, she obliged, rolling away from the cowboy and sitting up. She took in a few deep breaths as she starred over at Clyde. "Yer tougher than you look, slick," She said, brushing a loose strange of blonde hair from her sweaty, sticky face.

Earning the rope break Clyde bit his lip until Kendra released him. Rubbing his neck as her legs uncoiled from his head he grimaced through the strains he felt left over, watching her roll away before she looked over to him and commented on his resilience, causing him to smile, all while admiring the sight of the pretty cowgirl who was brushing the strands of hair from her face. Yeah, he'd get her.

"Heh. I coulda told ya that." He mused. "...But not tough enough yet..." He added in a thought to himself before he stood up, looking over at Kendra carefully before suddenly rushing foreward, throwing his leg out, trying to ram his boot directly into her chest like he were trying to kick down a door for a B & E! Breaking and Entering!

Kendra had to take a moment to recompose herself after the struggle of trying to keep Clyde bound in her head scissor. He sure knew how to put up a struggle, if anything. So maybe he wasn't a fighter. But at least he wasn't a quitter. And that was a quality that was redeeming enough. But not enough to win. Kendra planned to use that to her advantage.

The cowgirl was about to get herself to her feet when Clyde came rushing at her. She hadn't been expecting him to be able to come at her so suddenly after her hold on him. But he kept surprising her. Unable to move out of the way in her awkward position, she took the full force of his kick straight to her chest, driving her straight back down into the mat. The impact ha knocked all the wind out of Kendra, forcing her to suck in a hard, ragged breath as she laid there, both arms clutching her freshly assaulted chest. Clyde had shocked her yet again with his resilience.

Nailing Kendra right in the chest, Clyde found some relief in being able to land a hit on the cowgirl. Though he wasn't expecting his kick to knock her down, he sure wasn't going to complain about that at all. In fact, it only prompted him to follow up quickly as he approached her and tried to grab her ankles, lifting up her legs and tucking them under his arms.

If he could do that, Clyde would look behind him quickly before suddenly falling back! "Alley-Oop!" He cried just before releasing her, trying to catapult Kendra headfirst into the top corner turnbuckle, while Clyde himself was already getting up, expecting Kendra to hit the corner and stagger back.

If she did, Clyde would be lunge for her, wrapping his arms tightly around her stomach, his chest against her back, clutching her tightly before he bent his knees and lifted up, attempting to lift Kendra up off her feet and dump her backwards over his head and plant her on top of her shoulders for a German Suplex!

"Haah!"

Kendra in all honestly hadn't expected Clyde to be able to get up so fast after what she had done to him. Probably because of how he had been fighting so far. But he had some southern fight in him after all. Laying there on the mat, the cowgirl had both of her arms crossed over her chest, trying to sooth the crushing pain that radiated in her chest. That was a really, really good kick.

"Yahhh!" Kendra cried out as he legs were tucked under the cowboy's arms before she was suddenly launched like a catapult toward the turnbuckle. She hit the top one face first, bouncing back away from it a bit after the impact. And Clyde was waiting for her, yet again. Smart. Staggered, and more than a little dazed after having her face bounced off the corner, she was easily tossed backwards, where her back once again slammed into the mat. The blonde rolled onto her side with a cry, one arm snaking to her back. For the first time in the match, Clyde was on the offensive. And it was surprisingly well thought out... not to mention painful.

Hoping she had a moment, Kendra tried to role onto her stomach, trying to get to her hands and knees and crawl to the ropes. She needed to get up. The last place she wanted to be was on the mat, vulnerable to this boy.

Successfully slamming Kendra, Clyde sat up on one knee and raised a flexed arm for the crowd. "Rock on, baby!!" He cried for the crowd that give a firm cheer as he pandered to them before turning his attention right back to his fellow Texan in the ring, seeing her crawling for the ropes.

"Leavin' so soon?" He muttered as he dove for her. "Hmph!" He grunted as he just simply dove for her, trying to squash her against the canvas and wrap his arms around her stomach, squeezing her abs tightly as he tried to hold her down in front of the ropes, his hips inadvertently pushing down against her rear, it wasn't his intention, just happened. Either way, Clyde tried to hold Kendra down, blushing slightly at the contact with this tight bodied cowgirl. His breath going down the back of her neck. He wasn't here to admire the art though, instead he tried to stand up and lift her with him, back to their feet, dragging her away from the ropes.

Kendra gritted her teeth when she heard Clyde acting so cocky yet again. He really was a little full of himself, wasn't he? Sure, he was cute, and a pain in the ass. But he wasn't that good. Just lucky... and cute... but lucky! Kendra shook her head and put her mind back to the task at hand. She had to get up and smack that cocky attitude right out of that boy!

But of course, Clyde was still persistent. He leaped to her, landing on her back and squishing her right back down to the mat just a few finger lengths away from the ropes. Kendra let out a grunt as she tried to pull her, and now the cocky cowboy toward the ropes. Clyde was heavy, and it was a little too much for her to move. She was stuck. Stuck under... was he pressing against her butt?!

Kendra let out a yelp when she felt Clyde's lower front half pressing against her rear. The cowgirl's face lit up brighter than a Christmas tree light. And he was breathing down the back of her neck too! "Wh-what do ya' think yer doin'?!" Kendra struggled hard now, even as Clyde dragged them both up and a little further from the ropes. She wasn't having any of this. A fight was a fight. She gt that accident's happened but... there was a line, and this DEFINITELY crossed it! She sent a few elbows back at Clyde's ribs as hard as she could. She had to get him to let go. And once she did, she was going to put him through the first wall she came across!