Clyde Gastin Vs. Emma Dubois: Best Two Out of Three Falls

Emma sauntered into the spotlight to the sound of quant Parisian music. After staying motionless a few moments for dramatic effect she slowly ambled down the ramp avoiding the outstretched hands of her ravenous admirers. Usually, she might mingle with one or two but today she couldn't risk it. Not with such flimsy wrestling attire. 


Emma was doing things differently tonight. To her chagrin, the Femme Fatale had realized people perceived her as a heel! Just because of her constant cheating and history excessive violence. Well, it was time to change that. Tonight she wouldn't bribe the ref, she wouldn't bring muscle to ringside and she would follow the rules like a good babyface.

Emma daintily climbed up the steel ring steps and stepped through the ropes; stopping midway through to give her ass a little shake. The audience hooted and hollered at this small act of eroticism. Emma finally got through the ropes with a broad grin.

"Heavy Is The Head" would begin to play throughout the arena as Clyde T. Gastin made his way down to the ring in front of a roaring crowd that granted him a massive, cheering response, going down the ramp with a rather confident grin on his face. He wore a regular pair of long black tights, black wrestling boots, elbow pads, knee pads and taped wrists with his signature leather cowboy draped over his head, hanging over his eye

Walking down the ramp, Clyde noted saw the barely dressed woman, daintily stepping in the ring and shaking her ass for the crowd. A sight that made him blush instantly. A far more mature busty woman who was practically naked was his opponent in a 2/3 falls match!? Clyde was red in the face the moment he got in the ring with her.

"Howdy missy! Hope yer ready ta' rock!" Cried the cowboy, firing a finger fun at the woman and winking at her, trying his best to hide the slight blush he had. Not at all a stranger to fighting half naked women but it wasn't always easy.

Emma quickly noticed a few important things about her boyish opponent. One, her skimpy outfit had him flustered. Two, he was a cute southern boy! The Femme Fatale couldn't help but try expressing this to her new friend. For now, she had to put on a little act.

Though she was fluent in English the babe liked to play dumb for everyone's amusement. With a shrug, she pretended not to understand Clyde's idiom. "Rock? How do i rock?..." With a casual wave she the issue aside.

Emma would slowly stroll towards Clyde with a gentle grin on her lips. Assuming he allowed it she would then gently cup his cheeks between her supple hands. "I wasn't aware I'd be facing a real-life... How you say... Cow-Booy?" Emma would start nervously fidgeting as she fluttered her eyelashes. "Could you go easy on me?...  I'm not very good at the fighting..."