Let's try again, Cowboy

"Ya ain's meant ta..." Kendra repeated, more of a whisper than anything else. She knew he didn't. She knew that in a fight, things happened. And she knew she shouldn't get hung up on a silly little thing like that.

It wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't so damn hot... she thought to herself. What?! No! What was she thinking! This was a match! A spar, but a match! She needed to keep her head in the game!

Kendra glanced over to see Clyde sitting there, holding his cheek where she slapped him. She had to keep her head in the game. Without a second thought, and without warning, the cowgirl sprung from where she lay and went to tackle him down to the mat, aiming to put him down and straddle him. If she could, she'd seize his arms too and pin them over his head.

"Dang." Clyde muttered while rubbing his cheek with a sour frown, his pride a little more wounded than his cheek. "I swear... Women who join Tension and freak the hell out when we get a lil' close! They should know it happens and it's natural and -" He thought to himself before he was suddenly tackled by Kendra!

"Oof!" He hit the mat with a thud and found himself pinned underneath her as she mounted his stomach and pinned his arms down. "Aw c'mon!!" He complained. "T-That was dirty!" He added as he struggled with Kendra's arms trying to keep his arms up while he bucked his hips upward in attempt to toss Kendra off.

Kendra was still a litle frustraded, and more than a little flustered from Clyde's accidental... closeness. But she ouldn't let that get in the way of trying to beat him. She knew he really didn't mean to. He seemed way to nice to try and take any real advantage of her. She really needed to learn to give him the benefit of the doubt...

Now on top of him, the southern beauty grabbed at his wrists and tried to pin them down along with him, but he squirmed, and struggled to keep his arms up and off the mat. So focused on the challenge of trying to fully pin him down, she was easily thrown to the side when he bucked his hips up.

Kendra rolled with it, ending up on all fours a few feet away from him. "Dirty? Oh sorry, I ain't mean ta!" she said, shooting his own words right back at him. She put on a playful smile though, trying to lighten the obvious tension caused by her uncalled for slap.

Clyde grunted with every kick and jolt he gave his body to buck the cowgirl off of him, trying his best to keep his wrists up before he eventually succeeded in tossing her off!

Clyde exhaled and sat up with a startled face, just in time to see Kendra tease him and playfully smile at him. Making the cowboy's jaw just drop a little before he couldn't help but smirk back at her.

"So that's how it is?" He asked coyly, walking over to her on his knees with his hands up, trying to lock hands with her and attempt to pin her down to the mat by her wrists.

Once Clyde was up, grinning back at her, Kendra was already up on her own knees, eagerly awaiting what her might do. It was weird, how quick the mood between them could change, from fun spar, to awkward slap, to what seemed like simple horseplay. It was odd... and really fun.

"That's how it is. Do somethin' about it," she said, just before he knne walked over to her and locking fingers with her. The cowgirl pushed back against Clyde in full, not looking to be outdone by the cowboy. Unfortunately, most of her power was in her legs, and in their current position, she couldn't budge him.

Before long, Kendra was forced down onto her back, both hands held down onto the mat by Clyde. "Oh no, ya got me," she teased, grinning up at her captor. Too bad for him, now her legs were freed up. Using that advantage, she'd try to wrap her legs around his middle and squeeze hard, hoping it would loosen his grip on her hands.

Clyde smirked as he pinned Kendra down to the mat. "Gotcha." He said smugly down at her with a wry grin, squeezing her palms playfully as her overpowered her and pinned her wrists down... Until she snapped her legs around his waist and squeezed. Hard.

"Hnngk!" Clyde's face contorted with pain as h felt Kendra's legs suddenly crush his sides. "Aahhhh-Haaa...." He writhed as he was squeezed, biting his lip and looking at her with one eye open as his grip on her hands weaken.

Kendra laughed a bit when she caught Clyde in the body scissor. He was really, really bad at avoiding being stuck between her legs... a weird as that sounds. She'd have to teach him that this was a place he should avoid.

"Gotcha again, darlin'," she teased. His grip on her hands loosened enough for her to get them free. With him trapped, she reached up and tried to wrap her arm around his neck, and pull him down, trying to lock in a kind of reverse dragon sleeper, all the while keeping her legs wrapped tightly around his soft middle.

Clyde had to suppress a smile though the tight clutch she had on his sides as Kendra laughed, his cheeks flushing as she teased him with 'darling'. Not feeling too threatened at first until Kendra wrapped her arm around his throat to apply that front sleeper.

"A-Ack!" Clyde chocked, gripping Kendra's thighs, digging his finger tips into her skin as he tried to pry her off before he couldn't breathe any more. "N-Nnnnnh!"

Kendra found herself laughing a bit as she held Clyde there in the reverse sleeper. the more and more the spar went on, the more and more she stopped caring about winning. It was turning into just a fun experience, even if she was choking him out.

Before long, she slackened her grip with her legs and around his neck, just enough so it didn't hurt bad, but not so much that he could just skip out. "C'mon Clyde! If us get out, I'll give us a free shot!" She teased as she held him there. She wondered if he'd actually manage to find a way to get free, or if he'd just stay there and give up. She hoped not the latter.

Stuck between her legs, Clyde writhed and pulled hard, trying to get loose from Kendra before she put him out or forced him to tap.

With her teasing words in his head he fought to get loose, not realizing she slacked up on him while he pawed around her legs and arms until one of his hands would eventually fall against her chest, sliding between her bust and pushing as he blindly pawed for freedom.