Clyde Gastin Vs. Mariko Ishii (Complete)

Clyde was speedy and confident in his abiltiy to outmaneuver Mariko, but he certaintly didn't expect the Japanese woman to be ready for him on his followup maneuver. He rushed her at full speed, leaping in the air to crash into her, but at the last second, she moved out of the way!

His eyes shot wide, realizing he was going to hit the turnbuckle. "Ogh!" He grunted as his bare chest collided with the top turnbuckle, a good chuck of air knocked out of lungs, clutching his chest as he stumbled backwards until his hips bumped into Mariko's body, earning a chill up his spine and a light blush from the unexpected contact. She was right behind him!

Clyde scraemed in his head to move but Mariko gave him no time as her arms wrapped under his shoulders and locked at the back of his head, applying the full nelson! "Ngh!" He winced in the hold, his cheeks flushing deeper as he felt her crotch, taut waist and ample breasts against his body from behind, her cooing words tickling his ear sensually.

"Whata tease..." Clyde thought before he was suddenly lifted up off the mat! "Aww...Sh-" He braced for impact as much as he could before being firmly slammed into the mat, neck and shoulders first for a Dragon Suplex!

"-HNNGH!!!" Clyde cried out through his teeth as he was slammed, his eyes shooting wide with a blank, empty stare as his body was folded and compressed, ass in the air as he was firmly pinned. The crowd itself erupting in cries of awe at the devastating move.

The bridge was locked in... The ref girl slide beside the two fighters and slammed her hand down.

"ONE!" Clyde grimaced and twitched, feeling his bad shoulder suffer more abuse again but he didn't want to quit. He started kicking his legs in the awkward position.

"TWO!" The hand was coming down again, and Clyde kicked his legs up and tried to shift their weight as much as he could, tilting his body to try and break the bridge, falling to the side with Mariko and collapsing into a weary, panting heap against the canvas.

"Uhh..."

The dragon suplex was executed flawlessly, planting the cowboy down and holding him there for the bridging pin attempt. The ref's hand slapped the mat once, and then twice with little sign that Clyde would escape. However, just when the three count was about to be made, the blonde kicked up and managed to break himself out of the pin attempt!

"Ugh…" she groaned. "Quite the resilient one, aren't you?" Releasing her hold on his arms as he rolled over, Mariko allowed the cowboy to collapse onto his side. Laying there next to him, she began to pant a bit as well, with this being her first chance to recover her breath after being slung chest first into the turnbuckle moments ago. Still, the Japanese woman knew she had a golden opportunity here and wasn't about to waste it.

After taking a few seconds to catch her breath, she sprung back up and tried to roll Clyde onto his stomach. She would then seat herself astride his lower back, and pull his arms up to rest over her thighs. And finally, she'd reach her hands around to interlock in front of his face, before pulling back to synch in a camel clutch! "How're you holding up down there, cowboy? Ready to surrender yet?"

The Dragon Suplex had taken a lot out of Clyde, feeling Mariko's warm pants of air tickle the back of his neck after she had spoke with him. "...Y-Yeah..." Clyde muttered, not wanting to be outdone by a rookie but Mariko was quite skilled and he wasn't on his best day today either.

Getting rolled onto his stomach without much resistance, Clyde grimaced as he felt Mariko's barely covered rear rest on his lower back, pulling up his arms and draping them over her thighs. He knew what was going on and wanted to escape it but he couldn't and soon enough Mariko had the clutch in, grabbing Clyde's chin and pulling back to stretch the cowboy's back and neck painfully!

"A-A--Auuugh!! Haaah!!" Clyde howled as he was stretched by Mariko, being bent into a human C shape. "N-Nnngh...L-Like... Hell..." He responded to Mariko with grit teeth, trying his best to endure the clutch.

Mariko merely chuckled at hearing Clyde's response. Based on what little she'd heard about the cowboy prior to this match, as well as the skill he'd displayed during it, she wasn't surprised he wasn't ready to submit. But that didn't matter much at the moment. She was in a good position, and rather enjoyed his agonized howling as she bent him backward. "That's fine with me, darling. Just keep screaming like that for me then, would you? It's quite amusing."

Still, though the camel clutch wasn't one that required an extreme amount of effort from the user, Mariko still wouldn't be able to hold on to the hold forever, and she knew it.

So, she wrenched back on his head as hard as she could, for as long as she could. And if Clyde still didn't submit, Mariko would release his head briefly, only to snake her arms around his neck with a sleeper hold while still sitting on him in the camel clutch!

The hold was painful to say the least, Clyde felt his neck and back being bent and compressed so tightly and painfully. It was hard to endure but he was doing it as best he could. But Mariko was as teasing as ever while he was stuck in her grasp, indeed screaming for her.

But hearing her call him 'darling' made him think of someone else. Someone he hated. Just the thought of her made his blood boil and it was fuel for Clyde to get out of this.

"Rrrrrrghhh!!!" He growled through as his teeth as Mariko wrenched back on his neck harder, making the cowboy growl through his teeth, shaking his head violently as he endured, the crowd roaring for the veteran, hanging on until at last Mariko let him go, only to reapply the hold as a sleeper!

"Ngh!" Clyde's eyes shot wide, now he felt more urgency to escape and fast! This prompted Clyde to try and pick up his legs and curl them up until he was on his knees, fighting his hardest to lifting the girl who was 15 pounds lighter than him, trying to get the balls of his feet on the mat so he could lift himself up a bit into a kneel of sorts. It would allow his arms to be more free, and if that worked, Clyde would desperately try to hammer his elbows into Mariko's ribs, trying to get her off him.

For a while it seemed all but certain to Mariko that her opponent would break and surrender any moment. His screams were music to the Japanese vixen's ears, and she had him securely locked in this devastating hold. Even after her grip began to falter, she managed to clamp on a sleeper hold and began to choke the life out of the cowboy while begging him back!

"Why don't you just give up, huh? It'll make things so much easier for you." she said. But Clyde's resiliency, and his will to fight on were strong. And just when it seemed the blonde would likely be moments away from either tapping our or passing out, suddenly Mariko's eyes went wide with surprise as he got his feet under him and stood up, lifting her right up off the ground! "What?!" she exclaimed, shocked that the cowboy was able to muster the strength for such a feat.

The crowd roared their approval as the veteran powered himself up to get out of the camel clutch, although Mariko's arms were still constricting Clyde's neck. In an attempt to make the most of her hold before he found a way to completely fight her off, she began to squeeze on his neck with full force. Regardless of her efforts, however, she then grunted out in pain as Clyde's elbow reached back and crashed into her ribs and winded her. "Agh!" she gasped as her arms untangled from around the cowboy's neck.

Dropping from his back and falling to the mat, Mariko knew she had to act quickly if she wanted any remote chance of keeping momentum on her side. Clyde might not exactly be at a hundred percent at the moment, but it seemed he was definitely getting his second wind. In a quick movement, Mariko sprung back up and leapt into the air, aiming a dropkick at the center of the cowboy's back. There was no telling how much damage might be inflicted to the blonde if her strike landed, but at the very least Mariko hoped to knock him away from her to buy time to plan out her next move.

Mariko was a newcomer but was still backed by a good chunk of the fans, mostly male, in the arena. Clyde had more simply because he was a veteran and they cheered for him to get out of the hold with Mariko. Clyde fed off their support that spurred him on to keep going. He was building momentum slowly but surely.

"...C-Can it." Clyde grumbled within Mariko's grip, telling her to stuff it before striking her ribs with his elbows as he fought to get free, striking her until her arms left his neck! "Yes!" Clyde cheered to himself in relief.

But the Japanese woman fought smart and didn't allow Clyde to have that freedom for long as she sprang up and smashed her boots right into the center of Clyde's back, knocking him forward and right off his feet! "Augh!" He coughed with ragged breath flopping forward on his front with his head and face bouncing off the canvas, the cries of Clyde's camp fading out as the cowboy fell.

"...Nh...S-Shimata..." Muttered the gaijin against the canvas before he slowly began pushing his upper up off the canvas.

Mariko hit the bullseye with her dropkick, knocking the cowboy right back down to the mat! This gave her a bit of time to catch her breath, which was just what she needed. But within moments she saw Clyde was slowly beginning to push himself back up. But he seemed to be struggling, and seeing her prey vulnerable brought a smirk to Mariko's lips.

"Should've just stayed down, cowboy." she muttered, before walking over to her opponent. She moved to stand over his body with one foot by either side of his head, then reached down to grab a handful of his blond hair before pulling up to bring his head up between her thighs, which would then begin to squeeze against his skull.

"Aww, did I hurt my pet?" she'd then taunt, smiling down at him. "Don't worry. It'll all be over soon enough." With that Mariko would then roll sideways onto her back, while snaking her smooth stocking-clad legs around Clyde's head and neck to try to lock him in a tight figure four headscissor, with his head resting in her legs constricting his neck.

Again she would then bring a hand down to gently yet tauntingly rub over his head. "Ready to surrender, big guy?~"

Clyde ignored Mariko for the most part. He heard her loud and clear but tried to keep her comments out of his head. The ignoring ended when she moved her stocking covered legs to the sides of his head, making his eyes widen before his hair was grasped and she pulled him up. Her thighs quickly wrapping around his head and squeezing hard.

"N-Nnnngh!!" Clyde groaned, clutching at the insides of Mariko's pink stocking covered legs that were around his cheeks, trying to pry apart her legs as she squeezed his head and taunted him before she rolled onto her back and locked her legs around his neck.

"A-Acck!" He gagged, eyes wide as he grit his teeth, his face soon flushing bright red as she tauntingly rubbed his head, far from flustered, more so angered, making him kick and thrash, lifting and dropping his hips before he tried to grab Mariko's wrists and yank her forth while Clyde lifted his boot and kicked upward, trying to slam the boot right between Mariko's pretty eyes.

Mariko felt like she had her opponent right where she wanted him. Her legs were wrapped securely around Clyde's neck, strangling the life out of him, and it didn't seem he had any way out. All the cowboy could do was thrash around in hopes of somehow breaking out of the hold, and seeing the anger in his face as he tried was quite amusing to Mariko.

"Having some trouble breathing, are we? Your face is getting a little red there." she said with a giggle. But it was Clyde who would have the last laugh this time, as Mariko suddenly felt herself get pulled forward, and *BAM!* The cowboy's boot crashed right into her pretty face!

"Agh!" she gasped out, immediately reacting to the pain by falling back and bringing her hands to cover her face, as her legs uncoiled themselves from Clyde's neck. Now both combatants were down, but who would recover first? Difficult to say. As simple as Clyde's kick had been, she hadn't expected such flexibility from him, and the boot had hit with full force.

Groaning as she crawled over to the ropes and pulled herself up, the dazed Japanese woman stumbled back into the corner. Every member of the crowd was cheering for their favorite, whether it were Mariko or Clyde. But Mariko hardly even heard them over the loud ringing that now resounded in her skull as she tried to regain her bearings.