Clyde Gastin Vs. Abbey Abraxas

Clyde huffed and sputtered against Abbey, groaning as he felt her strong arm wrap around the back of his neck and pull him against her body, the side of his face grounding against the side of her ample bust. "U-Uff..." He huffed against Abbey, clinging to her waist as she ran forward and drove him fast first into the mat with a hard impact!

Clyde hit the mat with a soundless cry, his head bouncing off of the mat before he slumped flat against the canvas face down with his arms spread at his sides, giving a breath twitch while panting heavily against the canvas, groaning wearily as his head swam.

"...UUuh..."

With Clyde now planted firmly against the canvas, Abbey rolled to her hands and knees and briefly surveyed the Texan. She grabbed his legs and crossed the, as it she might be setting up a figure four, but instead faced his legs, standing near his hips and lifted up her boot and pressed his leg against his other leg with her boot to trap it.

If she could complete the simple move, she would fall backwards, landing next to him, shoulder to shoulder while pulling on his leg with her hands and pushing with her boot into his other foot. This would fold Clyde up into a human C shape, while executing a rather painful submission known as the scorpion.

Dazed by the bulldog, Clyde was screaming at himself to get up fast, to ignore the ringing in his skull and get up quick before his body was pretzeled. But Abbey gave him no time to rest, immediately she had him, crossed his legs and pinning one against the other with her boot. Clyde was trapped.

"A-Ah! Hah!" Clyde instantly began thrashing, clawing and pawing at the mat, like a mouse trapped by the tail and trying to scurry away but it was too late, out the corner of his eye he watched Abbey fall back, pulling his lower body up into the air and practically folding him in half!

"UUUUAGHHHH!!!" Clyde howled in horrid pain the exact was folded over, his battered back feeling a horrible strain like he was going to be ripped apart in two!

"F--F-UUCK!! Cried the cowboy with his mouth mashed against the canvas as he trashed his arms around, trapped in the center of the ring with a move he had never before experienced and it was downright one of the worst things he had ever felt.

"Gastin, Do you give!?" Cried the ref girl as she keeled next to the cowboy who suddenly raised up his head as much as his pinned shoulder allowed, showing a beat red face. "Aaa-Haaahh!! Nhhhh!!!" Screamed the Cowboy, shaking his head violently as he pawed for the ropes that were too far away. The divided crowd on their feet and screaming and hollering as Abbey had the cowboy trapped and twisted up!

Abbey was almost casual as she kept the hold locked. Her head was next to Clyde as he wailed and thrashed about. She smiled coyly at the Texan.

"Soooooo.... You never did tell me what move you wanted to tap to. Doesn't look like you want to tap to this one, so, let me know! I'd like to wrap things up pretty soon as fun as it's been."

Clyde was howling and writhing and trashing about, the pain was unlike anything he had ever felt before. The pain was so great he wanted to tap just so he didn't have to feel his body tear apart in two!

Abbey smiling next to him all relaxed and asking how he wanted to get submitted was bad enough. Did she really take him that lightly!?

Clyde's mind raced on what he should do! It didn't take him long though, getting smothered out by a busty blonde babe like Abbey was an awesome way to go...

But...


"B-...B-Bearhug! ...H-Hnngh!!" Clyde groaned shutting his eyes tightly and biting his lip as his finger tips dig into the mat.

Abbey remained calm while Clyde thrashed about. She laughed at his response and shook her head. "Naaaaaah. That's how I won my last match. I'm not doing it twice in a row! I know you dirty boys just want to get squeezed by me anyway!"

Abbey continued to rock back trying to really get Clyde to tap out. "Get your mind out of the gutter and think of something better! I mean, this Scorpion's quite the doozy! You could pick it and no one would think it was a bad choice." Abbey encouraged.

Clyde buried his face against his taped wrist, biting down and screaming while Abbey toyed with him. He couldn't stand this any longer. He felt like he was going to be torn apart. He didn't want to go out like a chump again.

"C-C'mon... Stand me up..."

"T-TORTURE RACK!" He screamed, feeling stupid, if Abbey didn't let go, he was done for. He wasn't going to last.

Abbey's eyebrow raised as Clyde spoke. "Huh..." She said. "That's definitely a big boy move." She said. She knew she had Clyde right there, but there was definitely a part of her that wanted to see if she could get Clyde in that torture rack. Abbey might not have been an egotistical person in the way that she liked to brag and make people sure that she was superior to them in a mean spirited way, but she was definitely prideful and definitely thought she was the best.

Abbey, much to the surprise of the audience, let go of Clyde's leg and kicked his foot away. She rolled to her hands and , looking down at Clyde as her face hovered over his. She reached out and patted his cheek. "I aim to please!" She said with a grin.

Abbey then stood up and bent over, grabbing Clyde by his scruffy blonde locks and trying to tug him into a standing side headlock.

Clyde's flopped to the mat with a limp thud when Abbey released him. He instantly melted into the canvas, feeling as if his back and abdomen were set on fire, the pain didn't leave him and his body just felt horribly numb and aching. His only relief was that he managed to convince Abbey to let him go. He barely had anything in the tank, he felt so broken right now and didn't count on having the strength to do anymore flying... Let alone stand up on his own.

"U.h...Auuh..." The broken Cowboy groaned weakly on the mat, looking up at Abbey out the corner of his eye, blushing as she loomed over him with a pretty smile before her soft hand began to pat his cheek. He'd find that more pleasant if he wasn't so sore.

"A-Aghh...." Clyde winced as his hair was gripped and pulled, forced to start rising on wobbly legs, the cowboy couldn't get up or stand on his own... But if there was one thing he could do, it was fall.

Clyde wasted no time, the moment he managed to stand on his wobbly legs, Clyde flopped right into Abbey, mashing his face against the top of her chest as he hugged her head before he unceremoniously dropped to his knees to try and give Abbey the most desperate jawbreaker of his life.

Abbey blushed as Clyde's face mashed into her chest. It wasn't exactly the spot she was looking to keep him, but she could work with it. All she really needed to do was get him into a position to heave him up onto her shoulders.

She was pretty sure that he couldn't even really stand on his own. However, she had not accounted for gravity and she would prove to be a dangerous ally. While trying to get Clyde in position, him flopping to the ground helped him execute the jawbreaker and as her head snapped back, she collapsed to the mat holding her jaw and blushing in furious disgust at herself. She deserved it, she knew, for being so prideful. If she ended up losing this match, she only had herself to blame.