Clyde Gastin Vs. Kendra Williams

Darlin. He liked that. Mercy should call him that more often. But he loved to hear a southern lady's drawl telling him that too.

What he didn't favor however was getting flipped over by clotheslines, which he goot and quickly got pineed underneath Kendra, his leg elevated in the air, is chest faintly rising against her own.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

Clyde then hastily kicked his legs and turned his body to kickout! Gasping as he did this, turned over on his side, his back facing Kendra, rubbing this throat.

Kendra nodded her head with every slap of the ref's hand on the mat. She about to nod for thefinal count of three, but last minute, Clyde kicked himself out and turned to the side, breaking the pinfall. She got to her knees, letting out a deep sigh. He couldn't just stay down for one more moment... Oh well. This was getting pretty fun anyway.

Clyde rubbing her throat when he kicked out of the pin, obviously hoping for a free moment to rest. Well that wasn't gonna happen. Rising to her feet, the cowgirl entagled her fingers in his hair, trying to pull him to his feet. "Up ya come," she said, then tucking his head under her arm. From there, she'd throw Clyde's arm over her neck. Taking a deep breath, Kendra put all she had into lifting Clyde trying to flip him over her and right back down to the mat with a big suplex.

Clyde panted against the mat after Kendra had clotheslined him, thankfully though he managed to break her pinfall attempt... But she wasn't done with him. "Nfh." He winced a tthe feeling of her tape covered fingers going into his hair, it hurt a bit but part of it was enticing too in its own right. For him at least.

Kendra then forced his head underneath her arm, he huffed against her rib cage as his arm was draped over her neck. Hastily though, Clyde wrapped his thigh around Kendra's right as she tried to lift, keeping the two grounded as Clyde's leg clung to Kendra.

"...Try again!" He breathed, attempt to release Kendra's leg and immediately try to lift her up and give her a vertical suplex of his own.

Kendra, with a mighty grunt, trying to lift her cowboy opponent, but wasn't able to lift him. Clyde had managed to wrap hi leg around her own, keeping her from being able to get him up. Well, if there was one thing she could say, it was that he could be smart when he wanted to be. Her first instinct was to let go of him and get away. But he acted quicker.

Clyde, clearly thinking fast, released her leg and hoisted her up, using his superior strength to get the better of her. Before she was able to react, she was flipped over in a vertical suplex, landing yet again, hard on her back. "Ahhgh!" Kendra cried, rolling onto her side as one arm snaked around to nurse her back.

Successfully managing to slam Kendra down, Clyde got up quickly and eyed the ropes closest to them and grinned immediately. "IKUZO!" He yelled for the crowd before rushing those ropes, leaping forward and planting his boots on the middle ropes before suddenly springing off them! Trying to rebound off the ropes and flip backwards to slam his body right across Kendra's abdomen for a springboard moonsault!

Kendra was once again slammed down on her back by the crafty cowboy, left there to nurse her back. As much pain as she was in at the moment, Kendra couldn't help but feel a little happy. This was fun. So much fun. Clyde, despite seeming like a bit of a dope, was a tough cookie, and was really making her work for her first win. It brought a bit of a smile to her face.

She was knocked back into reality though when she heard Clyde's scream to the audience. Rollin onto her back, she only noticed him as he was mere inches above her. With no time to react, she was caught right in the abdomen by his moonsault. "Guah!" Kendra curled up instinctively after he came crashing down on top of her. Every drop of air was expelled from her lungs as well, making it hurt that much more. And with Clyde on top of her, it was hard to get a breath in. Clyde had her, yet again, in a compromising position...

Clyde flew the air, loved the feeling too, it was a rush to move this fast and flip through the air after bouncing off some thin but tight ropes. The hardest part was the landing, sometimes he didn't always land the moonsault very well. Thankfully he did.

The crowd gasped as Clyde flipped back before he ultimately slammed right into Kendra, smushing the air out of her lungs within the hard high-flying impact as Clyde crashed atop of the cowgirl. Quickly he hooked her leg, putting his forearm across her shoulder as he tried to secure the pin!

"ONE!"

Clyde was a hard hitter. And Kendra was finding that out the hard way. Kendra was pinned underneath the cowboy after his out of nowhere moonsault and offered no struggle when Clyde hooked a leg. She was too busy just trying to get her breath back after he crashed down into her.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

Kendra had to put all her might into kicking her leg free and raising her arm up. All she wanted was to keep fighting. That, and she wanted desperately to suck in a breath.

Clyde bit his lip as he watched the ref girl's hand slam down on the mat once, then twice, Clyde started to grin, he had this match in the bag! He nailed Kendra with the moonsault directly, she was done!

No. She wasn't. At the last second, the determined cowgirl kicked out, sending Clyde onto his side in front of the girl with a clearly shocked expression on his face, looking down at Kendra in disbeilf as she panted on the mat in front of him.

"Gah... Dang, girl." Clyde muttered to Kendra, surprised to see her determination and strength. She managed to kick out of the moonsault this late in the match? Oh she was one tough babe alright.

"You're... My kinda fighter, toots." Clyde commented with a tired smirk, that moonsault took some energy on him and his battle with Kendra had worn him down. Still he was confident he could take her down and by the looks of her, she wasn't going to be messing him up any easier. So Clyde stood up and walked over Kendra's body, scailing the turnbuckle with his back turned to Kendra, pulling himself up carefully onto the top turnbuckle while he looked back every now and then, trying to prep for his next move.

Kendra had to use all she had to kick out of the pin. She had already taken a hell of a beating, and after that moonsault, she wasn't sure she had it in her to keep going. But she was sure as hell going to find out. She was a fighter, straight to the heart. If Clyde wanted to beat her, he'd have to make sure she was out cold first.

Kendra lay on her back, arms at her sides, her chest heaving up and down as Clyde stepped over her. She watched him closely as he made his way to the corner and began to climb. Not again. If the cowboy landed another high risk move on her, she'd be finished. She knew she was tough, but she had her limits. And she was very much near them. Gritting her teeth with the effort, Kendra rolled on to her stomach and got herself up on her hands and knees. She couldn't let Clyde get the best of her. "Ya... aint gonna... keep me down, darlin'," Kendra said, struggling with the effort to get up.

Once Clyde was to the top rope, facing her way, the cowgirl would use all she had and run at him, aiming a hard elbow to his gut, hoping it would stun him long enough for her to take this as an opportunity for something big. She'd climb the ropes in front of him, aiming an elbow at the side of his head every now and then to keep him stunned. If she got that far, then she'd tuck his head under her arm yet again, setting up for the most dangerous thing she had ever attempted; A superplex.