Clyde Gastin Vs. Mariko Ishii (Complete)

Clyde immediately gasped for air the moment Mariko's shapely legs untangled around his neck. Thank goodness too, the sensation of her stockings around his neck wasn't something he needed to get comfy with when he couldn't even breathe!

But after kicking Mariko off him, Clyde rubbed his neck and shakily turned onto his stomach, watching Mariko stumble into her corner after pulling herself up to her feet.

Clyde shakily rose to his feet as well and rather than charge Mariko, he instead decided to simply try and reach her first. If he did, he reach for her chin with the palm of his hand, guiding her head upwards before he drew his hand back and attempted to deliver a hard knife edge chop across the sternum of the Japanese beauty. Aiming for that exposed part of her skin within her tight top.

"Haahh!"

Considering what had happened the last time Clyde tried to charge Mariko in the corner, it was probably smart of him to play it more conservatively this time around. The dazed woman felt his hand against her chin as he lifted her head up. And then the cowboy's hand crashed into Mariko's chest with a loud smack that echoed all through the arena!

"Agh!" she gasped out at the impact. She began to pant a bit as she remained leaning against the corner, but strangely, Mariko's lips then curled into a smirk despite her less than favorable position. "Is that all you've got? If you're going to touch a woman's chest like that, at least show a bit of aggression when you do it~" she taunted, acting as if the strike hadn't even hurt, even though the truth was quite the opposite.

"Come on, hit me again! Make me scream!" Mariko shouted, licking her lips as she spoke. Up until this point Mariko had played the roll of the dominatrix, but for now Clyde was going to be seeing a different side of her. One that enjoyed the helplessness of her current situation, and loved that stinging sensation in her chest as the cowboy's hand slapped against it. She would keep watching for her chance to retake control if it appeared, but for now she just wanted to see how rough Clyde was willing to get with her.

Clyde smirked at the impact of his hand striking Mariko's chest. The loud smack echoing the arena. But as Clyde looked to Mariko and saw her smile, freezing him in disbelief, thinking his chop did nothing.

She was goading him to hit her again, like she was begging for him to actually hurt her. Clyde thought he was being made to look weak by Mariko. Acting like he did nothing to her.

Clyde responded to Mariko without a word. Raising his hand to slap her hard across the the mouth. He then gripped the ropes and began to give repeating stomping kicks into Mariko's abs, trying to bash her down in the corner, stomping a mudhole.

Despite the stinging pain in her chest, Mariko was amused to see the surprise in Clyde's expression. But there also seemed to be a hint of anger in his eyes as well.

Mariko had wanted to see him take his aggression out on her, and the cowboy was about to do just that, albeit not in the way she had expected. Suddenly the woman's head jerked to the side as Clyde smacked the taste right out of her mouth.

But he wasn't done there. Clyde then began to stomp repeatedly into Mariko's abs, each kick eliciting a pained grunt and forcing her down until she was sitting down on the mat and leaning against the bottom turnbuckle.

At this point the referee ran over to get in between them and try to back Clyde away. "Come on, out of the corner!" If he didn't immediately respond the referee would begin the count to five, threatening to disqualify the cowboy if he didn't comply.

Clyde stomped away at Mariko, determined to give her that aggression that she seemed to want so badly. And with how troubling his life had been as of late, Clyde had plenty of pent up aggression to let loose, showing it to the crowd as he stomped on Mariko until the ref-girl called for him to get out of the corner.

Clyde immediately did so. Halting the stomps and reaching for Mariko's chin to cup it, raising her head so she'd look him in the eyes. "...Some pets just don't listen." Clyde muttered smugly to Mariko, dropping her chin before walking away, heading to an opposite corner that he'd lean against, his arms going over the ropes at either side. looking left to right, then back to Mariko.

"We're goin' where? Down There!" He cried for the crowd, preforming a crotch chop before suddenly rushing the Japanese at full speed, sprinting towards her and then leaping at her with his legs spread, trying to preform a Bronco Buster! Putting his crotch right into Mariko's face and repeatedly slamming his hips humiliatingly into her chest.

Mariko was relieved when Clyde finally ceased his stomping. She'd wanted to see how far the cowboy was willing to take his aggression against her, but she hadn't expected a sudden onslaught like that, though of course she also wasn't aware of the things Clyde had gone through recently.

He then grabbed Mariko, and she looked into his eyes as he spoke. And as he let go of her and backed away into the opposite corner, Mariko smirked as she muttered, "That just means they haven't been properly broken in yet…"

But Mariko's smirk would soon disappear, as he came sprinting toward her, and the Japanese beauty suddenly received a face full of Clyde's crotch as he crashed into her! "MMPH!" she gasped out at the impact, and she then grunted out in pain each time he lifted his hips up and slammed them down on her chest.

Clyde rammed his crotch into Mariko's face, mashing the back of her head against the middle buckle as he thrusted and dropped himself against her face and chest over and over, riding her as the crowd cheered for the lewd act.

"You were teasin' me with yer boot! I'm returning the favor!" Clyde declared, slamming his hips into Mariko's chest while the ref-girl told Clyde to get out of there or she would start counting.

"Heh!" Clyde didnt listen. And would thrust his hips forward, putting his crotch right into Mariko's face and flexing his thighs around her head for a tight head scissor from within the corner.

Mariko continued to grunt each time Clyde rammed against her chest and face. The crowd was loving the sight of the newcomer being ridden by the cowboy, and made it known with their loud cheers of approval.

The referee, however, attempted to intervene to back Clyde away once again. This was a relief to Mariko, until her opponent surprised her by not heeding the ref-girl's words. And suddenly, Clyde was once again pushing his crotch right into Mariko's face, this time also applying a head scissor at the same time. "MMMMMPH!" she groaned out, pounding at his thighs and kicking her legs.

Finally, the ref had enough and began the warning count. "One! Two! Three! …" she began, again fully ready to disqualify Clyde if he didn't break his hold by the count of five. All the while Mariko struggled underneath him, for the moment unable to do anything but wait.

Clyde sneered as he scissored and smothered Mariko, her groans vibrating against his lions, causing him to shut one eye as he endured the practically 'pleasurable' sensation between his legs while he used his toned legs to squeeze her head in this embarrassing maneuver.

He had never done this before. This was the first time he did such a move on someone. It felt good oddly enough. To return the favor of humiliating maneuvers instead of having to take them.

But the ref girl was counting and rather than earn a DQ, Clyde broke the scissor and got off of Mariko, smirking down at her. "Sorry babe. But ya did say ya' wanted some aggression.." He muttered, trying to grab Mariko's wrist and haul her up to her feet, trying to stand her up so Clyde could wrap his arm over the back of her neck and grab the waist band of her shorts before trying to lift her up and fall back for a quick snap suplex on the mat.

Mariko's screams continued to be muffled in his crotch. Bizarrely enough, the masochistic side didn't exactly hate the situation. Being helpless and overpowered by a strong, cute young man like Clyde, especially in such a humiliating fashion, almost even turned her on a bit. For her, the only thing keeping that from happening was the fact that she couldn't breathe.

When Clyde finally released her head and backed away, Mariko began gasping for air, too out of breath at the moment to immediately respond to his comment. Although, he was right. She'd asked for aggression, and she got plenty of it.

Still trying to catch her breath as the cowboy pulled her back up, Mariko decided not to resist for now, opting to conserve as much energy as possible while waiting patiently for a good opportunity to turn things back around. Unfortunately being patient in this case meant enduring more pain, and Mariko was then quickly flipped forward with a snap suplex sending her down onto her back. "Agh!" she grunted out in pain upon impact with the mat.