Clyde Gastin Vs. Abigail Le Grande (Complete)

Clyde had been turned into a stretch toy and Abigail was displaying her creativity, prowess and Clyde’s flexibility as she plopped her behind to the cowboy’s butt as her base before wrenching Clyde back even further.

“—G-Guh….” Clyde’s neck gave slack to Abigail’s grip so his head was pulled completely back, leaving him to stare both up at the arena lights and Abigail’s face as Clyde’s arms hung uselessly while he trembled in her hands…. His cheeks were bright red and rosey with emasculation and embarrassment . He could only whimper and sputter as his neck and back were torqued before she let him go like a rubber band.

“Pleh..!” Clyde splayed flat on the canvas face down and writhing under Abigail.

“Auuuh…”

Abigail let out a soft huff and shook out her arms a bit after that last stretch session. She was getting a nice workout at Clyde’s expense it would seem. With a smile, she slapped a hand on his back and pushed off of it, using it to help balance getting up of her knees and crouching over top of him. Once she was situated on the balls of her feet, she reached down, trying to slip her hands around his waist and worm them between the space between the blond and the mat until she was able to join her own hands with a finger grip.

"Come on big boy, lets get you up..." She inched back a bit, tugging at Clyde to try and heft his backside up a bit while she got into position. Once she got far enough behind him, she started to rise more and was attempting to pull him up with her. Her body shaking but capable as she tried to deadlift him up off the mat and immediately swing him up and over her head into a German suplex. She would bridge the move if she hit it, rising up on her tiptoes and arching her back to turn the move into an attempted pinfall.

Clyde groaned and grumbled as sassy Abby used Clyde to push herself up. He was doing his honest best to recover he just needed a minute to recover but he got none.

With strength that surprised him, Abigail’s arms coiled around his body, he blushed feeling her arm’s sliding around his waist just in front of his beltline before she squeezed and began to haul him up…

“Guuh…” Clyde swooned and dangled in her grip, ragdolled and swaying… His head fell back against her shoulder before she gave that mighty lift and tossed Clyde up and overhead to fold him on the canvas!!!

“UGHHNN!!” Clyde’s shoulders hit the mat and his legs sailed over after being drilled as the ref girl slid in…

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

“TH-“

At the last second Clyde twisted and bucked! Kicking out just before that third fall and collapsing sprawled out next to Abigail.

Abigail bridged the suplex in perfect form, enjoying the stretching out of her own back as she held Clyde in place. She had expected a quick kick out, maybe after the first count, but to her surprise, he was staying down. Was She about to actually win? Her heart skipped a beat at the prospect of that, exciting herself only to have it dashed when the blond wrestler buckled hard and scattered the two of them with a clatter to the mats. She let out an annoyed huff as she sat up, her cheeks puffing up in frustration now that her dreams of a quick win had been dashed. That was fine though. She actually had a goal this match and it had yet to be done.

“So… I had a match recently…” Abigail turned herself over onto a knee, crawling over to where Clyde lay sprawled. Reached down she grabbed him by the shoulder and slipped a hand behind his head, cradling it as she started to rise and drag him with her. “And it was against some Tension guy who was really rude to me…” She put some emphasis on her last word as she brought a knee up to his chest, trying to hammer him into compliance as they stood up.

“But it got me thinking I needed some practice in some different fields. You know, diversify?” Abigail would try to wrench Clyde’s head up to get a reaction from him if he had any thoughts on the matter. If he didn't speak up, she would try to use her hand to make him nod in agreement with her. “So you’re my little pet project of sorts tonight, okay?”

If he hadn’t managed to put up a fight by now, she leaned in, pressing her shoulders to his midsection. Bringing an arm around to hook his leg, she would stand herself back up with Clyde spread out across her shoulders in a torture rack position. It took a bit of shifting to get his weight distributed right, bracing her legs wide. Once she was settled in, her hands shifted to their respective positions, one at his chin and the other over the top of his thigh to start to tighten the hold.

“So when I finish beating you, I would appreciate some input on how effective it was, if you don’t mind.”

“So… I had a match recently…”

"Uhh?" Clyde was dazed in a heap and barely managed to catch whatever on earth Abigail started casually talking about.  Clyde's eyes fluttered open and the sexy spunky redhead was all over him. Again. She was relentless and tiring Clyde out. And yet, he found himself staring at her dreamily as she cradled his head and held him close. He groaned faintly as she hauled up the limp cowboy who started to stir and resist.

"Bleh!!" Her knee to his chest shut him down again, making him groan and slump into her soft hands and leather gloves while being told about some other Tension dude who did her wrong. Again Clyde had no idea what was going on while he was getting his clock cleaned and was just trying to survive here...

She yanked up his head and Clyde's body followed like a puppet. "Mh!" He grunted at the forceful yank as she told him she wanted practice? Clyde, in a dazed state, was confused and couldnt respond on his own.

"Mhh..Huh..." Clyde groaned along as Abigail made him nod. Clyde's face grew red and rosy as he was toyed with so casually and playfully by the teenage spitfire. He felt so hamulated, he couldn't remember the last time a woman basically controlled him to such a heavy degree! It was like he was helpless against Abigail and he groaned wearily as she hauled up his dangling, limp form across her shoulders! The crowd roaring as the spunky rookie was woman-handling the once cocky veteran as Clyde was shown to the arena.

"I-Input!? I ain't some little training dummy! Or a Pet project!" Clyde thought  as he tried his best to scramble wiggle and fight his way out of Abigail's grip and if he could, he would try to drop behind her and attempt hook her head in a reverse headlock before dropping down to try and slam her to the mat with a reverse DDT!

Whatever plans Abigail had, Clyde wasn't about to let her just use him so easily!!!

Strong as she was, it was no easy feat to keep Clyde balanced on her shoulders, especially when he was starting to fight her. She tried her best to clamp down, but when she inched her fingers up to the edge of his wrestling briefs and tried to wiggle her fingers underneath, he was able to kick himself free. She nearly stumbled forward as he fell from her grasp, but he was kind enough to yank her backward into his waiting arms. “W-wait!”

“Unngh!” Her back arched, puffing out her chest as she was drawn neatly under one of Clyde’s arms, face mashed up against his flexed bicep. She let out a choked gasp at the sudden reversal, trying to struggle her head free. She brought her hands up to the arm around her neck but when he jerked the two of them back she was too late to do anything but submit herself to being driven into the mat onto her skull. Her head gave a muted thud as it hit the canvas begore she flopped onto her back, grimacing at the sharp pain splitting her head.

Clyde blushed as he felt Abigail's fingers get dangerously close to his trunks waistline! It felt as if her fingers were digging under his trunks trying to get underneath and get his cock...! He couldn't let her do that!

He wrangled the spunky teenaged powerhouse in his grasp and grimaced. He oogled her fit body as her chest puffed out and her lips tickled his bicep before he dropped down and slammed her hard into the mat.

"Ghh..." Clyde groaned after slamming her, still a bit tired after taking such a beating thus far but now he could turn the tables, especacily after she had been bullying him thus far. He couldnt let a rookie do that to him!

Clyde, feeling adventurous, snaked a finger under Abigail's choker to use it as a bit of a leash to guide the spunky redhead up while his other hand got her wrist.

"Nice choker." He teased, hoping it would fluster her, before trying to fling Abigail into a far corner. Once she was there, Clyde got a full head of steam and charged at Abigail and leaped right at her! Going for a big corner splash to slam into her, chest to chest and squash the rookie!!

Abigail squinted up at the bright arena lights, wincing at the pain of how intense they looked at the moment. Clyde sauntered over though, leaning down to eclipse them, his features darkened slightly by the backlighting as he reached for her. She had expected to be grabbed by the hair or shoulder but seemed alarmed when his fingers pried themselves between her throat and her choker, using it as a handle to drag her.

As he dragged her up, his comment on her attire managed to get a bit of red on her cheeks, embarrassed by her attire being actively used against her. Where he led, she was forced to follow as the leather band around her throat dug into the back of her neck. She soon found herself cast off towards the corner with an irish whip, running to keep herself from face-planting on the mat. Abigail turned at the last minute, letting her back absorb the blow, rocking the turnbuckles with the momentum she had been sent into the corner with. “Agh!”

She brought her arms up to the top rope, draping them along the length to keep from falling. No sooner had she lifted her head than Clyde came screaming in with a body splash that flattened her out against the corner, pounding her body with all his weight. She slumped against him with a soft groan, slipping down the turnbuckles until she was seated at the base of the ring.

"Hoof!"

Clyde grunted as he crashed chest to bust with the sassy rookie and flattened her against the corner. He felt her supple, fit body just slump into him as she groaned. The sensation made Clyde stiffen smitten arousal as she slid down but not before Clyde caught her in his arms.

"I gotcha, Red. But it ain't over." Clyde said he sought to pull Abigail from the corner. He noted how cute she was this close. He seemed to be able to admire her when she wasn't kicking his ass. That said, Clyde sought to get her to the center of the ring and attempt to drain her as he wrapped his arms around her slender waist, tugged her into him until they were abs to abs and then heft her up and squeeze her slender waist with a tight bearhug!!

"Hnngh!!"

Abigail's slow slide down the corner stopped as she eased into Clyde’s embrace. Her cheek pressed up against his abdomen as she gave a soft shuddered breath, still trying to recover. He was able to pull her away from the corner, the rubber tips of her sneakers squeaking as they dragged along the mat. Once they had moved away from the safety of the ropes, she felt her body jostle as he hiked her up, high enough to slip his arms around her. As she was brought up against him the color in her face darkened for just a moment before his arms began to close in and constrict her.

“Argh!” She let out a cry as her back arched against his arms, and her chest puffed out again as she panted heavily. She was on her tiptoes, unable to use her legs as he gave her intermittent squeezes that made her body shake. She let out a strained cry, bringing up her forearm to wedge it under his chin, trying to force his head backward. With her free hand, she reached back and swung it down. The first few strikes were glancing as she squirmed in his grasp, the fourth though, was a solid knife-edge chop, aimed at the top of his chest she had exposed by pushing his head back. “You’re the one about to be red!”