Clyde Gastin Vs. Abbey Abraxas

Clyde wasn't a fan of going for the ropes like that but he knew he had no defense against Abbey. He sighed with relief as she got off him, prompting the cowboy to pull himself up, eyeing her cautiously, giving her a smirk in response to her statement.

"We'll see...." He said as he circled out of the corner, keeping his eyes locked on Abbey before stopping mid way to eye the crowd behind him.

"IKUZO!" He cried with his fist in the air.

"IKUZO!" The crowd rang back at him while the cowboy turned to Abbey with a smug smile before rushing Abbey at full speed, trying to juke right past her and run for the ropes behind her, trying to leap on the second rope before springing off it to jump right back at Abbey and nail her with a dropkick to the chest.

Abbey lunged at Clyde with an awkward kick as he quickly scrambled past her. As she dropped her foot and steadied herself, she grumbled and turned around, only to see Clyde flying through the air.

"Guuuuh!"

Her eyes widened as the drop kick compressed her large chest and sent her off her feet, crashing into the into the mats below with a hard thud. "Dangit!" She groaned as she rolled onto her hands and knees.

Clyde felt a rush, flying through the air. Through all the mess he was going through in AFW, flying through the air like a pro reminded him why he continued to be here.

Springing up after hitting the mat, Clyde tried to rush up on Abbey and hurrily tuck her head under his arm and squeeze, trying to put the squeeze on Abbey with a front headlock, putting his chest on her the back of Abbey's head, while his cheek rested against her upper back, trying to weigh her down.

"Hey. Whaddya know. I ain't sucha bad flyer after all!" Quipped the cowboy with a wide grin.

"Gh!"

Abbey grunted as she felt the headlock. Clyde was on her pretty quickly after the dropkick and she might have had to admit that he was right about flying. However, even through the distress for the headlock, Abbey grinned. Apparently the cowboy wanted to trade in his wings and take up residence in Abbey's specialty. With the positions as they were, she suddenly felt like she was back in high school, mat wrestling with the boys.

Abbey pushed up with one leg, picking her knee up off the ground. She then pulled up her hand and pushed it against Clyde's arm. Once she was in position, she quickly began scrambling backwards, pushing against the arm to turn it and keep Clyde off balance. She was pretty sure that he didn't quite know what she was doing, but even if he did, she would most likely be out of the hold at the very least.

However, if she didn't have to just break the hold, she wouldn't and tried to quickly pull her head free once she applied her reverse and scramble around to mount Clyde's back and wrap her arms over one shoulder and under one arm.

Clyde felt confident keeping Abbey down. All he needed to do was keep the pressure on her and everything would be alright! He thought he had Abbey good, he didn't even really know how to get out of holds like this without using elbows or brute force. He thought nothing of Abbey pushing on his arm. When she pulled back he was forced to follow off balance!

He stumbled forward and his grip waned Abbey until he fell chin first onto the mat with a grunt as the big gal scrambled atop of him with arms around his shoulder and arm, pinned to the by her. "N-Nhh!"

He kicked and squirmed with Abbey over him, getting wieghed down by her. "P-Pretty sneaky sis!" He groaned, trying to buck Abbey off.

"Heh, cute." Abbey said as she adjusted her legs, pushing a knee down while she kept her other leg extended. She could feel Clyde squirming underneath him and knew a pretty good way to keep him down.

She pushed up and then dropped her butt down into the small of his back and then released her grip on his torso long enough to try and put him in a chin lock and bend his back and neck painfully.

"You should stick to the high flying, Dusty Trails or I'll be on top this whooooole match. I'm sure you wouldn't mind that though."

"Ogh!" Clyde grunted as Abbey's weight flattened him against the mat, he pushed up with his arms until he felt Abbey's hands lock around his chin and yank up! Cranking on his spine and neck!

"A-Aauuuughhh!!!" cried the cowboy as he felt his upper body being wrenched and stretched with ease! His head starting to lean back enough to where he was staring up at the ceiling.

"N-Nh....Nhhk!" Clyde pawed at Abbey's hands, trying to resist the hold that made him feel like pizza dough.

Abbey slipped her legs forward, planting them so that Clyde was mostly in the camel clutch position. She leaned back, nestling the back of his head into her ample chest and smiled down at him as he writhed in pain.

"I know you don't want to tap to this, Dusty Trails, buuut... eventually you're going to, so why don't you think about how you want it to go down?" She chatted away even while she pulled hard on his chin. "I like to take requests! It makes the match that more exciting, like calling the eight ball in a game of pool!"

Clyde flushed just slightly with a shut eye when he felt his head against Abbey's chest, ignoring the comfy resting place while he was forced to endure his neck and back being tore up.. He looked up at her with an expression full of pain and annoyance towards that smile.

"N-Nhh...Aaghhh..." He groaned when he felt the bigger blonde pull harder on his chin while she teased him. Clyde wasn't keen on playing her game either.

"Y-Yer about ta'...S-Sss-scratch!" Clyde hissed as he put one knee on the mat, trying to push at the back of Abbey's leg and slip out from underneath her.

Abbey felt Clyde lift up his leg and plant his knee. She knew she was heavy enough to keep him pinned down, but not pulling his arms over her knees was something she knew could come back to bite her.

Clyde pushed on her leg enough to make her reposition, which gave him the chance to pull his head free. Knowing the best spot was not to try and recapture Clyde, Abbey stood up, took a step away from the Texan and spun around on her heel, aiming her boot at Clyde to hopefully catch him while he was regrouping himself.