Clyde Gastin Vs. Thorns of a Rose: Handicap Match

Stunned by the double team suplex that he had suffered from, Clyde was left open as for Emi to kick him square in the rubs. "Hngh!" The kick stung like hell for him, making him curl up while the ref-girl tried to Shoo Emi out of the ring, leaving him completely alone with the Italian Rebellion Hellion.

"Nnn..." Clyde held his side while he glared at Kelli through one open eye, seeing her step closer and closer to him before she suddenly leaped up and crashed her thigh down right onto his face with a hard leg drop. "Huuugh!" Clyde's legs and lower body would jolt up in the air as Kelli squished him with the leg drop, his own legs eventually falling back down to the mat with a flop, his face underneath the back of Kelli's knee, tasting leather against his lips as he panted lighty, his head swimming in a daze. "Uuuh..." He groaned beneath the girl, trying to recover and get back up.

Kelli lifted her leg and swiveled her hips quickly so that thigh past off of Clyde's face and she could get into a kneeling position, almost immediately reaching down to clutch his hair in one hand and draw a protest out of the ref while doing so... She started dragging him up towards his feet, getting him halfway up before reaching over with the second hand to also clutch at them lovely blonde locks of his. She didn't intend to get him all the way up to his feet, instead only really allowing him to get up to his knees before yanking him in towards the Thorns of a Rose's corner.

Kelli turned the Texan around and then shoved him into the corner so that he was sitting with his back up against the lower turnbuckle pads, grasp top ropes she set about stomping her foot down into his chest.. stomping her standing foot against the mat with each downward kick she forced against him to put more power behind her boot.

Clyde winced through gritted teeth as Kelli pulled him up by the hair, pawing at her hand as he was getting hauled up, brought only to his knees before he was suddenly and crudly yanked into the roses corner yet again, being flung into it by the little powerhouse, tossing Clyde back first into the corner, hitting it with a grunt, the back of his head hitting the middle turnbuckle.
"...Dammit..." He was back in Kelli and Emi's corner. Needed to get out fast. But Kelli followed, grasping the ropes above him and then slamming her foot right into his chest. "Guuh!" Clyde coughed from the blow before taking another and another and another.

"Oof! Ugh! Ugh!" Kelli was putting her weight into each stomp, one boot slamming into the mat while the other plowed Clyde's chest, leaving the cowboy grunting with each blow that jolted his body against the corner, feeling oxygen leave his lungs as his chest was pounded repeatedly, hunching over slightly from each stomp.

Kelli held onto the ropes and pressed her foot against Clyde's throat as if she were going to start a choke... The ref moved forwards ready to give a warning and start a count but before she could, Kelli removed her foot and quickly backed up across the ring for a run up, apparently only making sure Clyde to securely in place first.

Kelli rushed forwards right at Clyde and at the last minute she lifted her leg to go for a viscous boot towards his head. However the Italian purposefully aimmed the boot just slightly to the side of his head so that it turned out being more like a boot scrap then a full on kick. She allowed the momentum to carry her foot on through the ropes, the outside of her leather clad leg and then thigh scraping right across the side of Clyde's face... Only stopping once the side of her butt cheek was right up against his face, pushing his head back into the turnbuckle pad as she leaned into him

After the several furious stomps, Clyde was left panting hard, greatly winded and stunned by the repeated blows as he remained slumped in the corner, bracing up as Kelli pressed her foot against his throat, expecting more pressure but she simply backed away. Clyde wearily sighed in relief, thinking he was going to catch a breather, trying to pull himself with the ropes.

But then Kelli rushed back in, extending her foot out towards Clyde's head. Her boot skidded against the skin of his forehead, dissapearing off to the side where leather leg and thigh followed, burning into the side of his head and cheek before the side of Kelli's tush would slam into right up agianst his face.

"H-Hu-OOUGFF!!" The impact squished Clyde against the turnbuckle pad with a heavy whip from his neck, Kelli's hip pushing his head and upper back into the turnbuckle after her boot and leather clad leg skidded along his face. Thus leaving Clyde dazed and writhing from the boot scrape, his toes curling and his knees bending and flatting out underneath Kelli, groaning against her butt check with a muffled mouth.

"...N-Nff...Phh..."

"Gyeahh!!!" Kelli taunted, delighting in the fact that the Thorns of a Rose was being able to dominate Clyde in this completely unfair match. "You like the taste of that?" she said, twisting her hips a bit in order to grind and rub the side of her butt cheek right into Clyde's face and keep him pushed back in his sitting position against the turnbuckles. Eventually she withdrew her leg out of the ropes and pulled her cute tush back away from him. Taking a couple of steps back away from him and move over to the ref to get her attention as she pointed to some of the fans in the front row.

"Hey ref! you need to watch them... I think they'll planning to jump in the ring." She said, keeping the ref occupied and giving Emi or Aoi a chance to attack Clyde while her back was turned

As Kelli moved back to distract the ref Emi made her move. "Remember me Clyde?" Emi would say as she would grab Clyde's hair to pull his head back to slap him across the face. "I think you are over your head." Emi would say as she would punch Clyde in his back through the ropes a few times before letting go of Clyde's hair.

Aoi watched as Kelli delightfully rubbed her ass over Clyde's face and then set them up for the double team. She was pretty sure that if she played it wrong, her "cover" would be blown, but Aoi was an expert.

"H-Hey!" She said and flashed a frown at Emi while her eyes sparkled with delight. She reached down and grabbed cor Clyde's arm. "T-That's just not fair! C-Clyde-sama, are you ok?" She said as she pulled hard on his arm to try and force him into a semi standing position. "At least let him have a fighting chance!" She said as she pushed Clyde's head into her bosom, covering his eyes with her hands in the pretense of nurturing him from Emi's punishment but really, keeping his eyes from being able to look at her.

"Shove me." She mouthed silently to Emi while she held onto Clyde, a devilish grin spreading across her face.

Emi smiled as Aoi placed Clyde between her breasts. "Hey, you traitor we are supposed to be hurting him not helping him." Emi said as she would move towards Aoi and give her a light shove to get her away from Clyde.

Aoi felt Emi's hands and bent her knees. She hopped off of the ring, still holding onto Clyde's wrist as she fell. "Shimata!" She cried as she hit the mats outside of the ring and yanked down as hard as she could, like she was trying to pull Clyde's arm out of the socket. She then let go when she reached maximum tension and plopped onto her butt.

The way she fell she would be able to mitigate any damage to herself and, if she was lucky, just made Clyde a one armed man in a three on one handicap match.

"O-Oh no!" She gasped, an pushed her palm against her lips to hide her devious smile while her eyes held concern for Clyde.