Clyde Gastin Vs. Kozue Kaburagi

Kozue had plenty of time to do almost anything she wanted. Clyde had already taken several blows to his wounded head that he was going to remain laid out. His eyes fluttering as he fought to recover and get up.

Next thing he saw though was AFWS favorite Ninja leap onto the ropes with an imprssive display of balance. The weary Clyde watching the hot highflyer tower over him before she leaped towards the adjacent ropes!!

He knew what was coming...

"Oh fu--OUUGGH!!"  Clyde's cheeks puffed out and air shot from his mouth as Ninjette compressed him, sending his limbs into the air as he arched up before falling limp against the canvas, sprawled out as his heaving chest, would rise and fall against Ninjette's thinly covered body.

"Uuuhh...."

Poetry in motion. There were so many spots when Kozue could have royally fucked that sequence up, from start to finish, but all her practice paid off. Move for move, she’d gotten everything she needed to on Clyde, and the result had the former champion laying flat on his back, while she laid on top of him.

Would she get the pin? Not likely. But it was a damn good start. Might as well try.

Kozue grabbed Clyde’s leg, lifted it up, leaned on his chest and pressed his shoulders to the mat, going for the win. ”Do me a favor, cowboy?” Kozue whispered his way, as the referee dropped down beside them. ”Don’t kick out.”

"Ff.....F-uck..." Clyde felt like hell. He always thought he and Kozue and Johnny were around the same level with Johnny being the strongest and Ninjette just being quicker, but he didn't count on Kozue being such a hard hitting firecracker. Now here he was, his head swimming in a daze and laid out on the mat.

He felt her barely covered body mashed against his bare upper-frame, her bare shoulders and the fabric of her thin top. It'd be nicer if he didn't feel so sore with his head and abs.

"...." His weary eyes searched for Kozue as he heard her speak. "ONE!!" Don't kick out, she said? If he could smile he would.

"TWO!!!" The moment that second count hit, Clyde kicked up with all he had, turning onto his side facing Ninjette as he panted heavily before smiling a bit at her.

"A--And miss... All the fun?" He smiled a bit.

Kozue landed the moonsault after a picture perfect sequence, came crashing down on Clyde, caught the pin and got all the way up to the count…

...and he kicked out.

She raised up on her knees after her made the escape, snapping her fingers. A little frustrated, had to admit, but oh well - she was doing good so far, just had to keep working.

”Kind of feels like I’m having more fun here than you, dude.” Kozue grabbed Clyde by the hair and started yanking him up, getting him to his feet. ”But suit yourself.”

Clyde huffed against the mat after breaking the pin, sort of kinda smiling as he could hear Kozue's snap like she was betting on that combo to pay off.

"A-Ahh..." The pull of the hair made Clyde wince as it burned his scalp, slowly but surely rising to his feet on shaky legs where he didn't wait a moment to retaliate as he shot up his forearm, attempting to slam his bicep right under Ninjette's chin for a European Uppercut!

Kozue let out a deep, annoyed grunt as she hauled Clyde up. This was the part of the match she always hated - the part where she dropped a guy, he was all dizzy and shit, and she had to haul his big ass up so she could continue wailing on him. It took way more energy than she wanted to use in such a situation.

Plus, it left her wide open to things while she did it. Things like a European Uppercut from a Texan cowboy, delivered to the chin of a New Jersey ninja.

The blow landed right on Kozue’s chin and sent her sent her reeling, knocking the sense right out of her. She managed to stay on her feet, but just barely, as she wobbled back and back until she wound up leaning on the ropes for support.

Striking Kozue hard and sending the New Jersey ninja staggering into the ropes, The cowboy shook his head to get some of the dizziness out his noggin before he marched up to the ninja, reaching for both of her wrists.

"C'mere a sec..." He muttered coyly before yanking her close and twisting her arms until he turned her around with her arms crossed in front of her, pushing her back and forth briefly before suddenly dropping to his ass, trying to drag Kozue down where her upper back and unprotected head would impact on the canvas.

Clyde wanted Kozue to come over and she came over. She was far too dazed to do much of anything as she got yanked along, far too dazed to resist as he yanked her around and got her in a straightjacket position.

By the time she had enough mind to fight, she was already getting yanked down hard, slammed onto her back with crushing force.

”Guh-” She laid on her back, rolling from side to side, groaning as the shock rolled through her system.

Dropping Kozue to the mat, Clyde leaned over to get a hood look at the dazed Ninja girl on the mat. "Yer one helluva dance partner, missy..." Clyde muttered with a wink before reaching for Kozue's poor, head, guiding her up by the chin in a unflattering, camera worthy way that might make it appear as if Kozue was head over heels. Yeah, right.

Without anymore needed to be side, Clyde tried to stuff Ninjette down into a bent over position, but not to try anything lewd or show her hot ass off to the crowd. It was strictly business as he tried to wrap his arms around her waist before he bent his knees and tried to lift up! Attempting to flip Kozue onto her back over his right shoulder, his hands locking together, resting against Kozue's tight, exposed abs before he gave a little hop to jolt Kozue's back over his shoulder to really lock in that Over The Shoulder Backbreaker!

"Be a good girl an'... Nh! Tap out!"

Kozue was an athletic sort of girl. Always had been. Tried out for the cheerleading squad, nailed it, but quit when she realized being on the team would’ve meant working with a bunch of annoying little bitches. She had the agility, the stamina, the flexibility, just not the patience.

That being said, she had limits, too, and Clyde’s backbreaker was seriously pushing her close to her own.

”Nhn!” She bit her tongue hard as her back bent further and further into an upside-down U, stretching to the limit, her taut abs jutting towards the ceiling. It was probably a delightful sight to see. But be in? No thank you. ”Don’t think so.” She grunted and spat out a few quick words, still managing a smile. ”Almost comfy up here. Can’t go...uh, harder?”

For now, she could do little more than languish in the hold. She wasn’t tapping, but all the same, this would not be a fun time…