Clyde Gastin Vs Chiyo Emi

by Lobo Tue Feb 06, 2024 9:40 pm

Standard Match
Win by Pinfall, Submission or Knockout
10-Count for Ring Outs

Clyde Gastin made his way to the ring the moment “Heavy Is The Head” began to play through the arena speakers and Kyoto’s favorite blonde haired cowboy came down the smoke covered entrance ramp with a wide grin on his face, wearing a pair of dark blue wrestling trunks with black pads and boots, along with his signature cowboy hat on his head.

The cowboy stopped at the top of the stage, striking a big flex on the stage while pyro went off and the crowd roared. Carrying a cocky swagger, Clyde strolled down the ramp, giving high-fives to the the fans with outstretched hands before getting inside the ring. He hopped on the corner and raised his fists to the crowd.

From there, Clyde would rest in his corner, arms crossed with his hat pulled low over his eyes, waiting patiently on whoever was gonna walk that ramp and fight him

by Cleomori Wed Feb 07, 2024 1:05 am

Chiyo took a deep breath, recalling the disappointment and frustration that lingered from her first match. The memory of facing off against Penny Polendina, the so-called opponent chosen for her debut, still left a bitter taste in her mouth. As she reflected on the experience, she couldn't help but feel a surge of determination to prove herself in the ring.
The initial defeat stung, but Chiyo found solace in staying true to her principles. Violence may have been the more easy solution, but it was her way of asserting fairness and integrity in an industry that had little of it. She was proud that, even in the face of adversity, she had maintained her beliefs and emerged victorious on her own terms.
The disappointment in her debut opponent was palpable. She had fought tooth and nail with the organizers to secure a match against someone maturely refined and sophisticated, only to be met with the sight of a man who seemed far from her expectations. His appearance, soft-faced and seemingly out of place, only fueled Chiyo's determination to expose him for the fraud he appeared to be.
While Chiyo had reservations about facing a male opponent, she set aside her personal preferences for the sake of the match. Yet, Clyde's arrogant display, swinging his metaphorical cock to the audience, further fueled her desire to bring him down a notch. She'd show him what a woman of her caliber could do. She, just like her debut, stomped down on the ground, demanding everyone's attention with a slight grimace. She puffed up her lips slightly, and casually walked over to the ring, and slid underneath to get inside. Now, face to face with her opponent, she extended a hand, still showing showmanship from one wrestler to another.
"Better keep that crotch away from me or else I'll beat you pale.. got that?" Chiyo hissed, killing what little warmth there was to the match.
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Match Attire:

by Lobo Wed Feb 07, 2024 1:18 am

Clyde seemed taken aback by the lovely, alluring almost sexual theme that this woman had. When she appeared, Clyde was star struck by this regal, white haired Japanese beauty who came stomping out with a fierce, stern glare behind alluring pink eyes that had Clyde's blushing deeply under his hat. She was like a regular Japanese princess! Drop dead beautiful with a commanding presence!

Clyde gulped and met the beauty half way at the center of the ring and couldnt help but be enamoured with how cute she looked pouting her lips... He only snapped out of his smitten gaze when he saw her extended hand.

"H-Huh!?" Clyde was taken aback. His crotch? He actually looked down to see if he was hard, he wasnt yet. He wasnt pointing it at her was he? Why did she feel the need to say that? He honestly felt a little bad.

"Uh... Right! Yes Ma'am!" All Clyde could do was agree and he shook the woman's hand respectuflly as he looked her in the eyes, admiring her flawless features.

"Well uh... Have a good match, okay? Best of luck!"

by Cleomori Wed Feb 07, 2024 1:42 am

Chiyo, with her regal poise and alluring presence, couldn't help but notice Clyde's flustered reaction. His bashful demeanor, the way his gaze lingered on her, and the subtle stammer in his voice didn't go unnoticed. A soft smile played on her lips as she extended her delicate hand, appreciating the charm of the moment.
"Thank you, Clyde," Chiyo replied, her voice carrying a hint of warmth beneath its authoritative tone. The arena's atmosphere buzzed with anticipation as the two competitors exchanged pleasantries. Chiyo's pink eyes locked onto Clyde's, a gaze that held both intensity and a touch of playfulness. Maybe she could get behind working with men, if they lusted over her like that.
With a subtle nod, Chiyo gracefully stepped back, allowing the air of professionalism to linger. She moved to her corner, the soft composition in her movements captivating the audience. As she prepared for the match, Chiyo couldn't help but acknowledge the unexpected charm Clyde had brought to their encounter. He was certainly cheesy, and as innocent as a school boy, but she couldn't help but be swayed by his demeanor.
She shook her head gently one last time, trying to shake off her feelings of affection. There was no way in Hell that she had fallen in love at first sight; not the tough-hearted woman. She was going to absolutely kick his ass, while maintaining her beauty and delicacy in the process.

by Lobo Wed Feb 07, 2024 1:59 am

Her hand was so decliate and soft. She couldnt be a fighter! She was more like a princess or a queen! Her soft smile followed by that commanding, authorative tone that followed with a gentle, warm 'Thank you, Clyde' made him blush deeply.

He swallowed nervously as her pink eyes glared deeply into him with an intense but mischief stare that both intimidated and confused Clyde as to what she was thinking!

Clyde cleared his throat and shook his head before going to his corner, he coudlnt let this woman already dominate him mentally. He had to keep his head in the game.

The cowboy got rid of his hat and tussled his messy blonde hair before looking to the ref and nodding, the bell rang and Clyde got his hands up, marching for Chiyo to try and grapple her with a collar elbow tie up to try and overpower her already!!

by Cleomori Wed Feb 07, 2024 2:10 am

Clyde moved in, aiming to initiate a collar and elbow tie-up, a classic wrestling maneuver. Chiyo, however, was ready. In the split second their bodies connected, she seamlessly sidestepped his approach with a dancer's grace. The contact was minimal, and she felt the brief brush of his presence before effortlessly evading his attempt to engage.
With swift precision, Chiyo pivoted, positioning herself strategically. Sensing an opportunity, she executed a series of gentle yet precise chops to the back of Clyde's neck. The purpose was clear – to disorient him and gain the upper hand early in the match.
The subtle strikes landed with controlled force, aiming to disrupt Clyde's focus and leave him momentarily off-balance. Chiyo maintained her elegant composure throughout, her movements reflecting both finesse and efficiency. The arena resonated with the echo of each strike, the crowd responding with a mix of awe and anticipation.
From Chiyo's perspective, the success of her countermove affirmed her readiness for the match. She observed Clyde's reaction, gauging the impact of her strikes on his equilibrium. The mental and physical advantage she sought to establish began to take shape in the opening moments of their confrontation.
As the disorienting effect of her chops played out, Chiyo remained poised and prepared to take the victory this soon into the match.
"Sigh... Weaker than you look, I'll give you that. I may have hit a new low with you," Chiyo taunted, assured that her attacks would have an immediate effect on him.

by Lobo Wed Feb 07, 2024 2:24 am

Clyde's heart pounded as he got closer and closer to anticipate the lock up but in a split second, he watched the elegant Chiyo swiftly and regally brush by him without any effort from herself.

Before Clyde knew it, Chiyo had swiftly maneuvered behind him and before he could even turn around, three swift chops slashed at the back of his exposed neck!!

"UGH! AGH! ACK!!" Each blow made Clyde's body jerk and recoil before the final one had him stumbling, his eyes crossed and his knees buckled. The boy took one shakey step foward while the rest of him struggled to turn around and remain standing.

When he finally faced Chiyo, Clyde was dazed and struggling to remain upright as the Samurai's words cut into him!

He panted breathlessly in front of Chiyo as his mouth lay agape and open.

"H-Huuh... Haah..."

by Cleomori Wed Feb 07, 2024 3:41 am

"Sigh... Weaker than you look, I'll give you that. I may have hit a new low with you," (Continuing)
As Clyde panted and gasped before her, Chiyo seized the moment to assert her dominance. Her authoritative words cut through the air, conveying a calm assurance that underscored her control over the situation. With a discerning gaze, she assessed the effects of her strikes on the dazed wrestler, acknowledging the toll her precision had taken on him.
The rhythmic sounds of Clyde's breathless attempts at speech served as a reminder of Chiyo's physical prowess. She was no powerhouse by any means, but she was a force to be reckoned with when placed in the right position. She hadn't been with AFW long, but she was prepared to show the world why she was the best, and that she didn't even need to break a sweat to take down anyone.
Her former opponent may have taken her for a ride, but this time, she was going to instill the image she was trying to put out, and it started with this absolute jobber of a man. She could feel it in his bones, and skin. He was soft, and his muscles were filled with tension. He wouldn't last long with a precise attacker such as herself. If her art was to be created in the ring; this match would be her canvas, and she intended to paint it with the strokes of composed dominance.

by Lobo Wed Feb 07, 2024 3:46 am

Clyde with ragged breaths took a step forward before ultimately shaking off and recovering from his stun. She didn't follow up at all.. Was she toying with him? Did she know Clyde was a veteran and a former champion? She shouldn't take him so lightly!

"Nnh..." With a groan and gritted teeth, his eyes fixed back on Chiyo and he lashed out with his arm, running at her in the short distance before taking a big wild swing as he tried to clothesline her!

"Rrah!"

by Cleomori Wed Feb 07, 2024 4:26 am

Chiyo observed Clyde's recovery with a raised eyebrow, wondering if her initial strikes had rattled him more than she thought. The veteran's groan and determined glare raised questions in her mind—was he gearing up for a counterattack? Did he expect her to underestimate him?
Clyde's groan reverberated through the air, and Chiyo remained calm, watching as he lunged forward with a big, wild swing aimed at clotheslining her. It was a predictable move, one that Chiyo had anticipated.
With a scoff, the pale-haired samurai swiftly sidestepped, evading Clyde's attempted clothesline with ease. In one fluid motion, she countered, delivering a fast left kick to the side of his face. The precise strike found its mark, a testament to Chiyo's calculated and disciplined approach. So far, Clyde hadn't managed to lay a single hand on her—a fact that only fueled Chiyo's confidence.
"Was that all you've got? I'd like to explore your body some more if that's alright with you..! Seems like there might be something wrong with you tonight," She joked, taking the time to bend down after the kick and reach for his crotch.

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