Clyde Gastin Vs. Thorns of a Rose: Handicap Match

"Just shut up, already!!" Clyde exclaimed as he tried to put Emi in the submission hold. But Emi clearly wasn't going to let him do that so easily as she suddenly snapped her head back and caught Clyde's face hard. "Ugnff!" Her head slammed into his nose his lips, whipping his head back before he slumped forward and flopped onto his back in front of Emi, holding his face.

Clyde's body folded up slightly as Emi gave a hard stomp to the cowboy's stomach, causing him to release a sharp, coughing gasp as he was struck. "Hugh!" He grunted hard, releasing a good bit of air from his lungs as he turned over on his side following the blow, allowing Emi to grab his hair.

"...Ah...Ah..." Winced the shaggy haired cowboy in pain as Emi dragged him to the corner where the other two thorns were waiting. If you could even count both of them. Clyde was flailing on his bum, trying to pry Emi's hands out of his hair and get loose, thus he was unable to stop Emi from tagging in Kelli. The Tag earned a hail of boos from the crowd, though some cheers could be faintly heard as well, some were actually dying to see this Handicap Match live up to its usual promises.

And it seemed like The Thorns were going to deliver as Kelli stepped in and wrapped her arm around the back of Clyde's head, pulling him in firmly against Kelli's tight fitted leather clad body, his left eye closing once his left cheek would be forced up against the side of Kelli's perky leather boob.

"Nff- Get... Off!" Clyde growled with a slightly reddened face, huffing against the side of Kelli's boob, his breath traveling down her side, digging his fingers blindly into Kelli's taut hips and trying to pry himself free of her grasp.

"Gff!" Clyde huffed and panted hotly with a reddened face as he felt Emi haul him into her own front facelock with the side of his cheek buried against Emi's own breasts. Clyde was flustered and agitated by this, trying to fight, but the situation was made much worse when Kelli roughly shoved her side boob into Clyde's cheek, effectively squishing his head between the chests of the two thorns.

The sensation of his cheeks squashed comfotably made Clyde's knees buckle slightly. It was horribly erotic and he was reluctant to have it as much as he enjoyed it. He found his arms being grabbed pulled over the back of the thorns heads. Clyde tried to pull and squirm but he was caught and a firm Yank on his tights cemented that.

"H-Hnk!" Clyde's face scrunched up as Kelli yanked up on his tights, pulling them uncomfortably tight on his ass before he was suddenly lifted up off the mat and hastily slammed overhead on his back, skidding into a small bounce along the mat before halting into a flop along the mat.

"Uauuh!" Clyde cried as he took the impact, a bit of air knocked out of his lungs as his limbs collapsed to the mat, leaving Clyde flat on his back with his chest heaving up and down, taken for quite the ride as he got flipped and up and over so sharply, feeling sharp pain in his lower back that slowly went numb, leaving him prone as his back, looking up at the celing.