Clyde Gastin Vs. Makie Akamatsu

Standard Match
Win by Pinfall, Submission or KO
10-Count Ring Out

[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lF5mIooP2S8.html:254mkkee]"No Compromise" by Rebel Meets Rebel[/url:254mkkee] Would begin to play throughout the arena as Clyde T. Gastin made his way down to the arena in front of a crowd that granted him a mixed response between boos and cheers that he otherwise ignored during his walk down the ramp with a rather confident grin on his face.

Along with his usual brown leather cowboy hat. Clyde wore a sleeveless white T-shirt, Black Elbow Pads, Taped Wrists, Black Leg Guards over his Blue Jeans and a worn out pair of Brown Cowboy Boots.

Finally reaching the ring, Clyde slid inside and made his way towards the far part of the ring that was closest to the announcers table and time keeper. Clyde removed his hat and give it a Frisbee toss to the timekeeper outside for safe keeping before asking for a mic, which he would soon receive from a staff member nearby. With the mic in hand now, Clyde made his way to one of the far corners and climbed up to sit on it before he began speaking.

"Ladies and Gentleman of Kyoto, Japan and whoever the hell else is watchin' this program from whatever country you're in and hopin' ya Momma don't catch ya watchin'. My Name is Clyde T. Gastin and tonight I'm supposed to be fightin' one of the Akamatsu kids." Said Clyde. The crowd giving a rather positive reaction to mention of the Akamatsu name as Clyde mentioned it.

"You got other people in this shitty league who think they all big and bad 'cause they're man-hating psycho-babes who like to beat on Wussies that never seen a pair of puppies and can't fight to save they lives worth a damn! Or the usual steroid pumped rapists psycho that THE BOARD likes to feed with girls half their size... Boy I suuuure do like working for Tension and playin' second Banna to people who have made up the damn league since its start..." Clyde would say as he commented on his view of how Tension is before switching to a more joking and sarcastic tone.

"But Fuuuuck that! My name is Clyde T. Gastin and I'm here to break the goddamn mold in Tension like nobody else before! Win or Lose I still prove it and I'm only gettin' better, you'll all realize that tonight!" Clyde would let out into his mic as he looked at the crowd in a somewhat angered manner. "I know of the Akamatsu's. I hear they tough! Show me then!"

For a brief moment, the audience went quiet, a low murmer arising from their ranks. Clyde Gastin was a fan favourite, and was known for calling opponents out with antics like this. But none of them had expected a match between Clyde and one of the Akamatsu siblings, or for him to actually call them out. A low tremor of excitement began to ripple through the prospect of one of the big names in Tension taking on a member of a team of rising stars.



Clyde did not have to wait long: the hard rythms of "Lotus" by Dir En Grey blared in the background, and the crowd burst into cheers as Makie Akamatsu strode into the arena. The youngest of the Akamatsu siblings was wearing her usual white sports bra with red trim, matching boy shorts, and white boots and pads. She grinned and raised an arm towards the crowd, before walking close to the rails to hi-five her fans as she descended. Walking next to her, wearing a simple sleeveless black shirt and jeans, was the more hulking figure of her brother Toshio. Toshio was just as exuberant, though, hi-fiving fans and doing a few ludicrous poses. Now that his feud with Kyo was over, Toshio was back in the family, and everyone-- fans included-- was happy about it.

As the edged closer to the ring, Makie and Toshio broke away from the fans to stare up at Clyde, glaring up at him. Makie glanced at Toshio.

"I've got this, okay?" she said. "Just be ready to bail me out if he tries any funny stuff."

Toshio smiled at his younger sister. "Aw, I'm sure you'll do fine," he replied. "Knock that redneck down a few pegs for me, okay?"

Makie smiled at her brother and rolled into the ring. Admittedly, she was very excited to be taking on one of the big names of Tension like Clyde Gastin, but then she and her siblings were becoming big names of in their own right if Gastin was calling them out. Standing up straight, Makie glared at Clyde and motioned to the ref girl, who passed her a second microphone.

"So you're Clyde Gastin, huh?" she said aloud. She looked at him up and down, as though appraising him, making a visibly unimpressed expression. "Huh. I thought you'd be taller." At this, the Akamatsus' fans burst into cheering.

Clyde smirked when he saw Makie appear, a bit surprised at how attractive his opponent, granted he knew not to fool around and he definitely had someone on his mind these days but that didn't stop him for admiring Makie from afar. He frowned though as she was accompanied by her brother, that usually meant trouble or just an overprotective brother. It's not like Clyde was known for trying things, was he!? Either way he remained calm in his corner as he waited for the duo to approach the ring.

Clyde smirked when Makie entered the ring and watched her grab a mic, prompting Clyde to step down from his little seat to confront his opponent at ground level to see what she had to say. "Yeah, That's right." He replied proudly to her statement with a nod, feeling a bit cocky when he noticed Makie checking him out from head to toe only to end up jabbing at his stature. Clyde's eyes shot wide and his body slumped at the remark that made the crowd cheer.

He scratched the back of his head as he let Makie have that one, waiting to speak after the crowd died down. "Yeah well..." He paused and looked at Makie and dropped his arms with a deadpan stare before truning about to look at the crowd, sighing with a smile before looking back at her.

"...I don't have much a comeback! The only thing I can think of is saying something about my Junk and I have SOME class, ya know?" He said with a mischievous smirk and shrug. "I like your hair though! It's good for a twelve year old boy!" He added soon after.

The crowd let out a series of chuckles and catcalls as Clyde retaliated with a burn of his own. For a moment, Makie's face twisted in annoyance at Clyde's comeback, but her confident grin suddenly returned.

"Funny you should bring up the topic of hair," she spoke into the microphone. "You're the second blonde guy in a row that I've met in the ring. And...what a coincidence...the last guy was a cocky, overconfident asshole as well!" She turned and gestured to the crowd. "And you all remember what happened to him, don't you?" As a means of reply, the crowd let out a great cheer. A lot of them still remembered the Makie's match against Orin Black from a few weeks back, and the brutal beatdown Makie had handed to the fistfighter.

She turned back to Clyde and stared him down. "Listen, I'm not the honourable, decent person that my oldest brother is," she said to him, "so I'm not in the habit of being nice to idiots. But I'm going to at least give you a chance. Back out of this, crackerjack, if you know what's good for you. You're getting yourself in way over your head by calling out me...let alone my whole family. Be smart, leave this ring, and take on someone a little closer to your level." As the crowd murmured at Makie's threat, the youngest of the Akamatsus lowered her microphone and waited for Clyde's response...

Clyde stood toe to toe with Makie as she spoke into her mic, talked about her previous match and called Clyde an overconfident asshole. Clyde took a dramatic step back and put his hands on his heart while looking at Makie with puppy dog eyes, pretending to be emotionally wounded in dramatic fashion.

"Me? An cocky, overconfident asshole? Why Ms. Akamatsu! You wound me..." Clyde told her with false sadness and puppy dog eyes, cracking up a bit when Makie offered him a chance to back out of their fight, telling him to be smart, walk away and fight someone closer to his level. Clyde's cocky and joking demeanor faded as he looked Makie in the eyes with a serious gaze.

"You see Ms. Makie there's the problem. I'm way too tired of people doubtin' me, telling me I'm way in over my head and that I should fight someone on my level. Im guessin' that's the kind of level for people who ain't been trained properly like others. Well you know... I think I like gettin' in over my head and fightin' the odds just ta' say I did. I ain't a child anymore I've learned my craft. I hear y'all Akamatsu's are supposed to be Good. I wanna see! Why not show this little idiot how tough you is!? You shouldn't have any trouble! Or are ya scared?" Clyde let out to Makie before he got in her face, leaning his head in so that they were almost touching foreheads, muttering the last part.

Clyde wanted to be better. And if he challenged other talented wrestlers, win or lose, he was bound to get better one way or another and he wanted it. Makie was spunky though, regardless if Clyde wanted to fight for his own gain, he couldn't deny he was going to enjoy pushing her buttons.

As the crowd cheered at Clyde's rebuttal, Makie remained quiet, meeting the Cajun's gaze without even flinching. She was a little surprised by the way Clyde was going on about learning and getting better-- she had always been under the impression that Clyde Gastin was one of the best male fighters in Tension, and yet here he was going on as though he were the underdog! She had to admit, a part of her empathized with Clyde, as she was constantly out to learn, improve, and make a name for herself as well, but that changed nothing. Even if, she had to admit, Clyde was rather cute for a belligerent, arrogant gaijin jerk...

As Clyde suggested Makie was scared, she made no reply. The two of them were practically in headbutting distance, staring one another down, and the crowd tensed, thinking that the two were going to come to blows any second now. Instead, Makie slowly smiled and passed her microphone back to Clyde. Never once taking her eyes off the Ragin' Cajun, she backed away to her corner. The crowd cheered at the realization that there would be no further words-- this match was now on.

Clyde remained firm with Makie as he said what he needed to say, keeping his gaze locked on her intensely until he saw her smile and pass the mic back at his chest watching her back away into her corner without taking her eyes off him for even a moment. Clyde just grinned at Makie, they were set and both had something to prove. He tossed the mic away and backed to his corner as well.

"Alright. Since I know you're a tough lil' gal I know you can take a punch. I ain't one for hittin' pretty girls in the face but I think we both know I can't hold back." Clyde said over to Makie with a smirk while cracking his knuckles and then rotating his taped wrists. This was gonna be fun.

Finally the bell rang and Clyde stepped out of his corner with his arms up, ready to start a lockup with Makie right there in the center of the ring if she met him there.

As Clyde stepped out of his corner, Makie took one glance at Toshio. Standing at ringside, her brother gave her a reassuring grin and a nod. Smiling, Makie turned back to her opponent, her smile turning into a confident grin. Time to get serious.

Makie mirrored Clyde's movement, stepping out of her corner and beginning to circle the Cajun as, in the background, the bell rang. Her body tensed as she circled her opponent, the distance between them gradually closing...until, finally, Makie darted forwards, lunging in to lock up aggressively with Clyde.

For a brief moment, Makie would tie up with Clyde, pushing and twisting against him...before suddenly shooting a knee up, hard, into the Cajun's midsection. Immediately after doing that, she would shift her grip, grabbing onto one of Clyde's arms with both hands and falling back, hoping to flip him down to his side and kneel over him to twist his arm in an armbar...

Clyde's eyes were locked intensely on Makie as she began to circle the raging cajun cowboy, prompting Clyde to do the same when he saw Makie slowly work around him, he eyed her carefully, enough to the point where he caught himself admiring her slim figure. She was a beautiful woman, no doubt about that, but Clyde was here to impress Mercy, not anyone else, he knew he couldn't hold back or mess around with Makie if he hoped to prove himself. While he may have been more known than her and did more, Makie was a rising star with an impressive record and probably had better wrestling ability than Clyde. He was aware she had something to prove to, so he wouldn't take her lightly. He couldn't keep himself from grinning though, he was getting really excited for this match. He loved a good challenge.

It seemed like this was going to be a lot of fun. Not just because he was going to rolling around with a pretty girl. He spared a glance at her brother, Toshio. Clyde knew to behave and keep himself from flirting too much with other girls so much but even more so when he saw her hulk-like brother. He was taller and clearly muscled, if Clyde did anything scoundrel-like he would probably get decked in the face. Had to behave. He didn't trust the guy being outside either, he might be the type to deal with cheap shots.

"Ey Ref! You make sure he don't try and pull me out the ring or nuthin'!" Clyde said to the Ref-Girl while pointing at Toshio in an almost complaining manner, pausing his go around with Makie before he resumed the circling until finally they locked up!

Clyde pushed hard on Makie to try and force her backwards, he had the weight and height advantage to out-muscle her a little but suddenly without warning, Clyde's abdomen would be struck with a hard knee lift that made Clyde's eyes widen as air left his lungs with a sudden gasp as he doubled over. "GUH!" He grunted almost breathlessly as he endured the blow while Makie grabbed his arm and fell back, flipping Clyde onto his side and then kneeling over him to twist his arm into an armbar.

"Nnggh! Dammit!" Clyde growled through a mix of agitation and pain as he felt his arm twisted, looking up at Makie with stern eyes and gritted teeth. Clyde was a TERRIBLE ground wrestler and his arms were probably his best 'weapons' because of his brawling skills so that only solidified the fact that he was in a really bad situation. And to be locked in a submission hold like this at the start of the match? Kind of embarrassing.

"Ngh... So pretty and talented? C-Coulda... Agh... Fooled me." Joked Clyde while he squirmed below Makie, enduring the hold and trying to figure out a way to escape.

Toshio frowned at Clyde's comment. He was just here to support his little sister, that's all, and to watch her kick the ass of the guy who was calling the Akamatsus out. Gastin's accusation stung, and he went beet red at this. "What, you mean sink to your level?" he shouted back. "My sis can kick your ass without my help, redneck!"

The retort, however, went largely ignored as the two wrestlers tied up aggressively. Makie got a good feel for Clyde's strength as they locked up, and while he wasn't a weakling at all, he wasn't an overwhelming powerhouse like Kent Quick either. She was able to knee him without any problems, and soon she had him locked tightly in an armbar.

She clenched her teeth as she knelt upright, leaning back as she cranked Clyde's arm back while keeping a knee pressed down onto his shoulder. She let out a slight grin as she kept the hold locked. "Flattery...is getting you...nowhere..." she breathed as she worked Clyde over, before glancing up at the audience. "How flexible do you think his arm is?" she called to them with a mischievous grin, gaining a few chuckles from her fans and a few boos from Clyde's.