Branded by an Imp (Iyaya vs. Clyde)

Match Type: Standard
Win by Pinfall, Submission, or Knockout

Not that Iyaya was going to complain about, but he sure had been fighting a lot of guys lately.

It was partly expected, he was a in an inter-gender wrestling league, so guy-on-guy action was to be expected. And the little Imp was never one to turn down a chance to play with a man's perception of his appearance and get them fluster to the point of seeing them pop a boner or make them an example for the crowd. Buuut... this was an inter-gender wrestling league, so he was also expecting to throw down with some girls every now and then too. His lost to Erin Quinn still burned a little in his mind, and if he couldn't get revenge directly, he'd be happy to face off against another woman of her build for a test run against the real deal next time. Plus, it was pretty fun messing with cute girls. But regardless, he was glad for the action all the same. And this time around he'd be fighting a pretty big name. Clyde Gastin, a Tension wrestler that won a few titles and was one of Tension's mainstays. Taking on and even taking out someone that big might get some eyes on him. Well, more eyes on him, and specifically for his fighting skills instead of his looks. And after one more quick glance in the mirror Iyaya's theme kicked on and the Imp made his way to the stage.

He appeared with a bright spotlight over him, donned his usual black jacket, crop top, and shorts. However, this time around he had a skirt over the shorts, giving his already feminine appearance a much more tempting appeal. Heh, wonder if he'll think I'm a chick. The thought brought a wicked smile to the Imp's face as he greeted the crowd, running down the ramp and moving right to the edge of the ring. He hopped over the rope, sticking the landing as the crowd cheered on the feat. And after a quick of his body to flash his shorts to the crowd he moved to his corner, leaning against the turnbuckles as he waited for his opponent.

Clyde had never heard of this girl. Iyaya? He had never heard of her and Clyde had been away from wrestling for a while so he didn't really know what to think of the shorty until he saw 'her' and immeidately thought "Cute!" But he was a bit troubled too. She was so small compared to him! Clyde wasn't the biggest guy but he was much taller and heavier than his opponent. He thought this fight was a wash, a bag and grab. He would do his best not to hurt the little imp.

Clyde strolled out to the ring as his music played, the crowd cheered and Clyde waved to them, highfiving a few fans and avoiding a few screaming girls as he took to the steps and got in the ring.

The cowboy tossed aside his hat, leaving him in just his black tights, pads and wrestling boots. There he eyed the little imp and smiled.

"Hey." He said cooly. He felt bad for her. Iyaya was going to get wrecked. But he'd make this quick.