Clyde Gastin Vs. Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt II - Blackjack Match!

Blackjack Match
This will be a Continuous Pin match, where pin counts carry over.  This means if you pin someone for a two count, the referee would then start at the three count the next time you pin them.  All added up until a score of 21 is reached and that person is declared the winner. Effectively each pin is like a card in your hand and you need to get to a certain number to win. Pin count for each wrestler is tallied on the Titan-tron, and obviously victory is only achieved via pinfall. Falls won by Submission or KO will earn the victor a Card scoring 1-10.

The jig was up. Clyde had skipped AFW-Town on his pool boy duties when he lost to Gwendolyn sometime ago. Now he was booked in a very lucrative fancy new match type to make up for lost time where he was no doubt going to pay a hefty sum if he lost. Granted, he was pretty motivated, as backstage while he readied up, Clyde huffed, recalling the embarrassing mostly one-sided beating he took from Gwen. He was determined to pay her back this time and win.



"Heavy Is The Head" would play as Clyde Gastin came marching out, determined and fierce looking, the cowboy would greet the familiar kyoto crowd with his arms in the air as he made his way over to the ring, climbing inside it before flinging his cowboy hat to ringside. The Vegas style, Casino ring was decorated with dice, playing cards, chips and mini roulettes with the ring canvas looking like a green craps layout.

He smirked at the idea of tangling with Gwen again as he eyed the ramp and awaited her arrival.

The elaborate glitz and glamour of the casino decorated ring failed to dissuade the jam-packed audience from prying their stark-wide eyes from the elongated entrance ramp, now being illuminated once the heiress' regal theme started with the pompous aristocrat herself strutting out from behind the blackened curtains. Gwendolyn soon afterward striding outside clad in her frilly blue and white outfit that clung tightly to every curvaceous contour of her flawless physique and accompanied by several track-suited attendants. The snobbish sophisticate adorned in a resplendently sparkling robe, arms extended to her sides as if allowing the teeming rabble around here the privilege of basking in the presence of premier wrestling royalty of this or any other generation. Exuding smug superiority with every prim and poised step taking her down the metallic ramp and inside the ring itself via a gap in the rope widened by her employees. Afterward disrobed by those same employees and unveiling her classic attire from her earlier years in the federation as she approached the middle of the ring. "Donning this attire seemed apropos considering these unique circumstances, one antiquated throwback to compliment another, as it were. Still, to think that all it took for the venerated Clyde Gastin to abandon his esteemed wrestling career was the prospect of mere aquatic maintenance. I trust you've returned out of some misbegotten sense of chivalry and seek to restore your honor by dutifully tending to my lavish mansions numerous pools?~..."

G.D.B.~...: