Clyde Gastin Vs. Heather Sunderland - No Holds Barred

With his head tucked under Heather's arm, Clyde no chance to defend after the knee as he saw Heather's leg swung back before his whole world whipped rapidly, everything spinning as Clyde flipped foward and had his head driven into this canvas like a drill!

"GUH!!" Clyde's entire body shot upwards, going stiff as his eyes crossed from having his brain rattled, flopping over onto his back with a limp bounce as she was left sprawled out on the mat, his chest rising and falling quickly.

Heather took in that satisfying feeling of hitting the mat with Clyde's head in her arm. She drove that head into the mat as hard as she could, sitting up and letting out a long breath as she looked over, seeing him lying on his back like that.

She nod her head, quickly scrambling onto him and climbing onto his chest. She reached down to grab him by his head, trying to pull him up between his thigh and squeeze his head as hard as she could for a scissor hold!

A sprawled out Clyde was useless on the mat, barely moving besides his heaving chest. When Heather crawled on top of him, he grunted as felt his head lifted up by her before thighs clutched around his head!

"UUGHH!!" Groaned the cowboy, moaning as he saw up Heather's skirt while she crushed his head, wincing from the pressure as he gripped her legs.

Heather slowly leaned over to the side after locking in that headscissor hold, biting her lip just a bit as she went to lie on her side completely, making it so she was in a more comfortable position, able to do more damage and pressure with the hold onto his head.

She grinned wide, planting her elbow on the mat and propping her head up with her hand, looking down at him between her thighs. "I'm sure you must actually love this. You're so obsessed with me, you're probably just completely grateful for the sight that you're able to see right now--feeling my strong thighs wrapped around your head, being able to see my panties." She teased him, smirking wide as she lifted her hips a little to squeeze him as hard as she could, ramping up the pressure she was applying.

"U-UUguhhh~!" Clyde was red faced from the pressure and humiliation of Heather's casual scissor hold that tightend on his head while she just propped up her head like it was nothing! Embarrassing!

To make matters worse, she was mocking him for his obvious, lingering crush while her strong thighs and hips flexed tighter!

"Oouh~! GET! Over! Yer! S-Self!" Clyde growled before another flex made his eyes cross. "G-Guh..." He nearly went limp with the scissors before he blinked hard.

"W-Well... You do got a nice ass!" He shot back before raising his head, trying to smack Heather as hard as he could in the booty!

Heather laughed aloud at his words, shrugging a little as he watched his eyes crossed like that. She hummed to herself, rocking her hips up and down on the mat to keep applying more and more pressure to the hold.

"Haah, you say that like you don't know I'm right!" She let out with that grin, ready to keep it held in for as long as she needed--until that smack slapped into her butt. She yelped out loudly, her body jolting, the hold loosening quite a bit just in that moment, giving him that quick second or two to take advantage.

Clyde had to admit Heather was extra hot with how she hummed as he rested in her clutches. But he couldnt let himself lose to easily.

"Yer hot but yer not that hot, baby~!" Clyde jeered at Heather after listening the hold and pushing at her legs to get loose and stand up, pulling Heather along by her arm before trying to whip her towards the corner!

Heather huffed as he finally escaped her grasp, getting himself up right after. She moved with him, trying to get herself up as well, feeling him start to pull her to the corner by her arms, aiming to whip her into it--but she stopped herself, bracing her feet on the mat.

"You go first!" She yelled out, twisting their bodies, aiming to reverse the Irish Whip and turnthem both around, trying to instead force Clyde into that same corner he was trying to get her in.

Clyde and Heather were about the same size and height. Though he was a bit heavier and stronger, their power was often contested with eachother and Clyde found himself shocked when Heather braced on the mat and spun with him before shooting him towards the corner instead!

"SHIT!" Clyde howled, turning at the last second before hitting the turnbuckle hard! "Gaah!!" He arched off of it before falling against it with a slump, leaning in the turnbuckle, stunned for the moment.

Heather took a deep breath after slamming Clyde into the corner, seeing that he was slumped back against it like that. She grinned a bit, moving back to get some nice distance between them, needing a good amount of distance and momentum to do as much damage as possible.

She rushed at him when she got enough space, charging with all the speed she could before leaping up into the air, trying to collide her boots hard with his chest for a heavy corner dropkick!