Clyde Gastin Vs. Abigail Le Grande (Complete)

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

"Heavy Is The Head" By the Zac Brown Band played in front of the cheering and roaring Kyoto crowd as Clyde Gastin strolled out onto the arena stage.

"Making his way to the ring... From Liberty, Texas... Weighing in at One Hundred, Forty-Five Pounds...! Clyde! Gastin!!!"



Clyde lifted his cowboy hat to the fans as he came walking out, Clad in his usual pair of blue wrestling shorts with black pads and boots! The Veteran smiled at the fans with all the southern charm in the world while high-fiving fans down the ramp before getting in the ring.

"LETS ROCK, BABY!!!" Cried the cowboy with his arm flexed as he pandered to the crowd and hid the fact he was a little nervous. This bout was a standard match and those he could handle, but for some reason, Hentai was allowed and encouraged in this match and Clyde hadn't been in a sex fight in quite some time. Still, he figured his experience would carry him through and he could win this fight, 1-2-3 no problem.

Finally settling in his corner, Clyde let his hat drop around his eyes as he hooked his arms around the ropes and rested against the turnbuckle, awaiting the arrival of his opponent.

Unbreakable:

Abigail Le Grande:

The arena pulsated with energy as the lights dimmed, casting an air of anticipation over the crowd. A lively beat filled the venue, and the spotlight focused on the entrance ramp. Out stepped Abigail Le Grande, a vision in red, with her vibrant leotard. She threw an arm up, swinging it around, miming as if she were in control of a lasso before extending an arm to the ring as if she gave it a go throw all the way down to where Clyde was before pantomiming giving it a hard pull with a smug little smirk.

She received a decent pop from the crowd, one of both recognition and others happy to see a Friction wrestler on Tension here to serve up some cross-brand beatdowns. Abigail made her way down the ramp, her confident strides in sync with the upbeat music. She had a charismatic smile that captivated the fans, a holdover from her life as a circus showwoman, ever the entertainer.

Reaching the ring, Abigail ascended the stairs in a jog and slipped between the ropes. She glanced over to the blond man set to face her tonight, giving him a small nod of acknowledgment and a wink as she climbed the ropes to stand on the second turnbuckle, throwing her arms wide to the crowd. Once she had her fill of soak in their reaction, the young rookie hopped down and turned back to Clyde, strutting to the center of the ring with unearned confidence. “You don’t look very tough. Sure you came to the right place tonight?”

The lively beat playing got Clyde's heart pumping. He jumped in place a few times before the spotlight focused on the Abigail, the dark gradient haired redhead in a scant, vibrant leotard that. He watched this fiery girl in red raise her bare arm and mimic a lasso before 'throwing' the imaginary line right at Clyde and catching him. Clyde out of dumb reflex, reacted like he had been caught before admittedly blushed as she yanked her catch in. He smiled bashfully and was slightly embarrassed.

The peppy rookie jogged her way into the ring, there Clyde saw she was a bit younger than him with a tight, fit body that left little to the imagination under that tight leotard. Her smile was infectious and her wink to him made Clyde blush under his hat. "Golly." He thought in reaction to her, her sass and fiery confidence as she strolled to the center of the ring and wasted no time teasing him.

Clyde smirked and met her face to face in the center of the ring.

"Oh I'm plenty tough, Missy. And you'll get to see, this cowboy ain't easy to wrangle!" Said the blonde with wry confidence as he flexed in front of her, showing off his toned biceps and sleek chest.

“Hmph. We’ll see about that. If I can get bears to dance for me, you shouldn’t be a problem.” Abigail raised up an open palm, slapping a balled up fist into it, grinding the knuckles visibly. She gave no context to the odd statement, anyone unfamiliar with jer background likely wouldn't understand what she was talking about but that thought never crossed her mind. She held up her hands, fingers wiggling as the smile left her face leaving her all determination.

No sooner did the bell rang and she was already charging in. Her sneakers squeak along the canvas as she rushed towards Clyde, reaching out to lock up with him. It appeared she was looking for a traditional collar and elbow lock but if he engaged with her directly he’d find her not terribly interested in struggling opposite him in a lock up, instead she would use their closeness to try to drive a knee up into his stomach to gain control over the lock up.

"You.... Make bears dance?" Clyde asked, perplexed and confused as Abigail seemed to fire herself up. She didnt really elaborate and Clyde didn't press because he wanted to focus on the fight but still, whatever she did, Clyde wasn't about to be made to dance by this spunky tomboy!

Her infectious smile was gone but Clyde's remained and he too brought his hands up while oogling her hands doing that cute little wiggle before the two clashed in a lockup! A brief one. Just as Clyde's hand traveled to Abigail's toned shoulders, his abs were tested by a sudden knee slamming into his body! Lifting him up to his toes as his mouth formed an 'O' from the decisive blow.

"Ooough!" Clyde groaned doubling over right in front of Abigail as his grip on her turned from a push into a stunned clinch after she pounded the air from his body.

"And a lion." Abigail shoved her forearm into Clyde's chest, and pushed him far enough away from her that she could deftly duck under one of his arms to slip around his makeshift clinch to shift beside him. She reached down to grab him by the thigh and shoulders, trying to heft him up onto her own shoulders with a strained grunt. He wouldn’t be staying there long if she managed to get him there though, as she would promptly pop him off of her shoulders to bring his back down across her knee with a back breaker.

But Abigail wasn't finished. Rather than opting for a conventional slam, she seamlessly transitioned into a submission hold. One hand firmly gripped under Clyde's chin, while the other clasped onto his thigh, she would exert pressure, bending him over her knee as far as his body would allow. The arena buzzed with excitement as the audience witnessed the spunky rookie's relentless attack. It seemed she was starting things off with one hell of a bang.

“A Li—“ Clyde stammered through getting the wind knocked out of his sails just before Abigail ducked under his grasping arms to capture the cowboy.

“Huuh—Aah!” Clyde howled and was swiftly taken up onto Abigail’s shoulders! The crowd gasping as the blonde boy hung across her shoulders before being popped off and dropped right across her knee!!!

“OUUUHH!!” Spittle flew from Clyde’s gasping mouth as his eyes shot wide and vacant as his body oozed over Abigail’s knee into the limp shape of a Human ‘C’, he lay sprawled and breathless across her knee before being waken up by Abigail’s hands going to his thigh and chin to press him down! Bending his flexible body across her knee!!

“Aaagh!! Hnnngh!!!” The cowboy groaned through gritting teeth as the spunky rookie had the veteran bent as far as he could go!

“A-Ah-Aah-Hh!!”

“Pretty… flexible… huh?” Abigail murmured through exerted grunts, her arms shaking as she pushed Clyde’s body to its physical limits, turning every squirm or shift into a little end bend across her knee. She closed one eye, squinting with the other as her tongue poked out between her lips in an expression of deep focus. “This is as far as you can go, huh?”

She’d give the theory a few tests though, shoving down on both ends hard, making sure this was actually his limit. Rather than keeping him locked into the backbreaker forever, she would abandon the hold once she felt he had been in it long enough. Letting go of his chin and thigh, she reached under his body to give him a hard flip off her knee onto his stomach. Abigail would crawl forward, attempting to position herself in a straddle across his back.

If she managed to get on top of him, she would grab a handful of his blond hair and give it a hard tug, pulling his head up towards her to slip one hand under his chin, then apply the other hand to interlock her fingers and cinch in a makeshift clutch hold. She let her weight sit firmly across his lower back, acting as a fulcrum point as she wrenched his head and bent him backward.

“Ghh!! Hhh-Nnnnhhhh!!” Clyde was crooning with strained agony. His cheeks flushed red with humiliation at this embarrass display as Abigail folded him… And she might even be enjoying it!!

It only got worse for Clyde as Abigail tested his flexibility with one last Shove down on Clyde’s trembling body, earning a crunchy pop and crack from his spine…!

“—-Gyuuuhhh~~!!!” Clyde’s eyes crossed and his mouth hung open, tongue loling from his mouth as his body bent further than ever before ! His toned muscular torso turned to noodles as he melted over Abigail’s leg before she flipped him off like a pancake. Clyde flopped to his stomach with a dull thud and looked like spattered paste. He only stirred when Abigail mounted him and grabbed his hair…

“Uuun…!” His blonde mane was tugged and his head jerked up limply just before Abigail’s fingers laced around his chin and pulled!!

“Aaaggghh…!” Clyde howled, his hands going to Abigail’s hands to try and relieve the tug she had on his chin that was further straining his neck and already tortured back!! All Clyde could do was try to resist Abigail’s pull as she wrenched him!!

“Hnnngh!!”

Abigail pulled back as hard as she could, seemingly having hit a limit again. She wasn’t deterred this time though as her seated position on Clyde’s back shifted. She scoot her backside down his body, using her knees to slowly walk herself backward to a lower part of his back, plopping herself down right on top of his butt. She leaned herself back, looking to beeeeeeeeend him backward slowly with his chin still locked in her palms.

“I don't know, you seemed pretty easy to wrangle to me. Maybe I’m just that good.” Abigail mused, seemingly speaking out loud to herself rather than directly at him. Between the grunts and pained cries, she wasn't sure he was capable of carrying a very good conversation anyway. She would keep this hold going for a bit, torturing his back and neck, making sure they were nice and tenderized for everything she intended to do for the rest of the match. If she hadn’t met enough resistance by the time she grew bored with stretching him, she’d suddenly let go and let gravity snap his upper body back to the mat.