Clyde Gastin Vs. Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt

Crushing Gwendolyn in the corner, Clyde grinned only to jump a bit as he felt Gwen's body just slump on him, feeling her shapely, curvy and supple, soft body just flop against him, feeling her features just mush and squash against his chest as she panted against his shoulder and neck.

Suffice to say, Clyde was starting to get hotter, more so than he was before. "M-Ms. Bettencourt?" He asked with a bit of a stammer, cheeks flushed as he gave her a small shake to try and revive her but she seemed out of it.

"Yer... Such a tease..." He grumbled, recalling all the times she played with him. At that point, Clyde realized he should return the favor.

"C'mere darlin." He ordered, dragging her to the center of the ring before dropping to his back with Gwen on top of him. He huffed and blushed as they were chest to chest, Clyde's own body feeling Gwen's bosom against his pecs as he reached for her legs and crossed them before pulling back, pulling Gwen's leg to the back of her leg For a Cloverlef Bodylock!

"...!" Before Clyde knew it, he was face to face with Gwen, biting his lip as his face flushed while stretching out the poor Heiress in a move that would not only test her flexibility but surely make her tap out!

One indignity just seemed to follow another for the haughty highborn seeking sanctuary in the corner ringpost, an attempt that was summarily thwarted by the raucous ranchhand running roughshod. The stampeding slam knocking the wind out of her in one fell swoop as she slumped lifelessly into the chiseled torso of the hot-blooded cowboy that was most assuredly keeping her from collapsing to her pert backside.

Being sandwiched against the smirking cowboy was regrettably the least of Gwen's worries however. Mumbling incoherently and staving off whatever mixed emotions were scrambling around her flummoxed head from having the Texan's sweltering warmth weighing against her, Gwendolyn unwillingly obeyed the tugging yank out of the corner and the sudden collapsing motion to the ring canvas. What came next being an immediate and ungodly pain in the small of her spine as Gwen was contorted over herself in the Cloverleaf submission.

"RRRRGH..." Gwen grimaced and kept her chin lowered while occasionally shaking her refusal to submit from the nearby referee incessantly asking her for it. Seconds passed with fans clamoring wildly in hopes that the blonde Texan could make Gwen tap a submission, a likely outcome considering her foot was touching the back of her head in the increasingly disturbing body contortion. Gwen's own anguish being written all over her face before she suddenly pressed her forehead to Clyde's own until they shared panted breaths. Her eyes closed with a sweet, sultry, elegant whisper being uttered against Clyde's own pursed lips which were faintly touching her own...

"It...is...Lady Bettencourt..." Gwen's bitter whisper preceding her attempt to clench onto Clyde's head from behind to hold it in place for a headbutt delivered straight to his nose.

Stretching Gwen out, Clyde felt every fiber of the haughty blonde's curvy and voluptuous frame bend and contort as he bent her in this painful hold, locking eyes with her as she grimaced while Clyde himself smirked, confident this could finish off Gwen.

He panted lightly as he felt her soft breath near his own lips, her lush, glossy maw so close to the point where Clyde closed his eyes, feeling, hearing Gwen's sultry whisper so close as he awaited a kiss from the heriess before...

"BAUHGHSHFF!!" A hard headbutt suddenly rattled Clyde, his eyes crossing as he let go of Gwen and went near limp under her. His body jerking once as he tried to lift his head only to fall flat to the mat! Completely seeing stars after the headbutt!

Determining whether Gwendolyn was more flustered or fatigued from her current predicament was difficult to ascertain all things considered. The panting softness felt against her lips and the unending torture her spine was being subjected to sent sensually painful mixed signals, but her patience was without a doubt at it's limit. And with one swift headbutt and a reminder of how to address her, Gwendolyn escaped the torturous submission before flopping down atop Clyde in a sweaty heap.

"...ngh...ow..." Gwen mumbled incoherently with her cheek nuzzling into the Texan's pectorals, her luck having yet to improve as she escaped one intimate and suggestive position just to fall into another. She eventually shuffled back to her hands and knees, fighting off both her throbbing body pains and the fluttering butterflies in her stomach from imagining what that kiss would have felt like. She straddled his waist and glanced down at him through half-lidded eyes, breathing heavily with a reddish hue to her cheeks with sultry thoughts abounding in her mind...

...Yes. Yes she definitely needed to end this match before matters escalated. Gwen scoffed and unseated herself before flipping Clyde over, the heiress than snugly wrapping her smooth thighs around his head while propping herself on her side elbow. The pompous aristocrat applying her Royal Oppression finisher by tugging back on her ankle, and hopefully lulling the cowboy to sleep or squeezing a submission out of him.

Clyde was seeing stars after that headbutt, his brain rattled by Gwen's skull slamming into his noggin. The last thing he remembered before everything went pure white and hazy was the sight of heavenly baby blue eyes and soft, lush, kissable lips that he was eager to taste.

After that, he was laid out and practically unmoving, save for the rise and fall of his chest.

Under Gwen, Clyde panted heavily, over and over, feeling her soft supple skin against his abs and he panted in and out, feeling her soft cheek against his chest before she sat up, the crowd taking pics of the sprawled out cowboy with that was riding him by his waist. It was hot and Clyde flushed under his cheeks, seeing Gwen over him.

"Uuooh..." With a groan, he was flipped over and barely moved as he felt her soft, smooth creamy thighs around his head, feeling her skin against his face. He was barely there but faintly, he nuzzled his face to her skin just before she tugged at her ankles and squeezed!!

"GHHHUHH!! HAA-CK....UUGHKKK!!" Clyde moaned, eyes rolling up as he clawed for Gwen but couldn't reach her! Then for te ropes but they were too far away! He gagged more, eyes rolling upward as he tried to breathe and reach for the ropes but he was in the middle of the ring!

"Gw--...Gwk....Gwenk..." He groaned, moaning her name before at last his eyes crossed, tounge loling out of his mouth before he fell completely slack and limp...

The ref girl saw enough, she saw Clyde go limp and called for the bell! Gwen was the winner by a sound Knockout!

The pressurized torqueing of the elevated head-scissor was more than enough of a constriction to lull most any man into a deep slumber, so none in the audience were surprised when the struggling cowboy began fading fast with scant few signs of resistance. Gwen gnashed her teeth from how much she was flexing her taught thigh muscles with the side of Clyde's head brushing against her smooth backside. The prompting of the referee along with the simultaneous sounds of the ringing bell and her own imperial theme were all the defining signals she needed before she finally relented.

So she did, the exhausted heiress flopping down in a sweaty slump while she panted deeply against the canvas. Her golden curls splayed out around her head as she remained inert and unmoving for several prolonged seconds until finally shuffling upward at a beleaguered pace. She came to a stop while straddling the fallen cowboy with her royal derriere perched atop his broad chest. Gwendolyn taking one lasting second to revel in her dominance over the former Tension champion, a sultry pose taken with a haughty smirk and an unbelievably obnoxious laugh against the back of her hand.

"Ohohohohoh~...I must say...subduing the renowned Tension champion was quite the thrilling contest. However, all good things..." Gwen uttered with a groan while propping herself off of a bent knee to stand tall once more."...must come to an end. But not our arrangement, of course. Not to worry, I do believe you'll find living and working under my employ to be the greatest privilege you will have ever experienced~..." Gwen elegantly uttered before snapping her fingers, her entourage than huddling around Clyde to begin hauling the cowboy upward by wrapping their arms around him. Gwendolyn than pridefully, and exhaustively, marching out of the ring and up the ramp while surrounded by her trainers with her new pool boy bringing up the rear.