Clyde Gastin Vs. Cheerleader Lilly (Complete)

Clyde hung weakly on the ropes as Lilly remained sitting on his neck to keep his throat mashed against the ropes, completely unaware that she did this because she seemed to enjoy physically abusing him with no remorse at all.

When Lilly left Clyde, his head would slowly cascade from the ropes and fall to the canvas, struggling to breathe correctly as he gasped for air following the brutal attack, barely moving at all on the mat as Lilly looked over the damage she caused Clyde, taunting him in a sultry, teasing but cold manner that Clyde heard loud and clear.

"Well... *cough*... Sounds kinda hot. Don't think I'd mind doin' that... But Clyde T. Gastin don't lay down for nobody.... I ain't your bitch." Clyde muttered weakly as he turned himself on the mat and forced a grin at Lilly to just be honest. He'd be lying if he said he didn't have a kink like kissing Lilly's feet. But he had his pride and Clyde wasn't about to just give up like a weakling. If she wanted him at her feet, she'd have to keep him down there.

Lilly stood there, watching him as he slowly started to move. And not only that, he was back talking her. He had a lot of guts to talk back to her, especially considering the position he was in. Guess I'll just have to give him more, she thought to herself. "Oh? You aren't are you?" she would say, replying to his words. "Well, we will see about that, won't we?" That said, she would walk up to him, going to grab a fist full of his hair, and pull him to his feet. If she managed to do this with no interruption, she would attempt to pull his head under her arm again, preparing for another DDT. She wasn't really knowledgeable about most wrestling moves, so she liked to stick with the few she knew. Besides, so far, they have been working pretty well against Clyde, so why should she stop now? "You ready for more pain, babe?" That said, if all goes well, she would go for the DDT, pulling all of her weight into it, hoping that he would still be too weak to fight back.

"I ain't." Clyde would stand firm to his words to Lilly as he chose to talk back to her and maintain that he wasn't going to just lay down and surrender to her. Not in the ring at least.

Clyde clinched his teeth at Lilly's words, he knew she was going to keep trying to hurt him real bad. She was kind of scary like that. He could do little but wince as she gripped his hair and hauled him to his feet before stuffing his head under her arm to prep for another DDT. But as Clyde was close to the ropes, he tried to do something to halt the brutal attack by reaching back with his free arm to wrap his elbow around the top rope.

"...Why not, Honey." Clyde responded to Lilly with a slightly sarcastic tone in his voice before he let Lilly drop back with all her weight into it. If Clyde managed to stay strong, he hoped Lilly's grip would end up just dropping herself down on the canvas as Clyde clung to the ropes to hold himself up.

He was making this so easy for her! Lilly couldn't stop herself from smiling as she dragged Clyde back to his feet by the hair. He still seemed pretty out of it, considering how easy it was to bring him up, and tuck his head under her arm once again. "If you beg, I won't hurt you so bad," she would say as she prepared to drop him down on the top of his head again. With a giggle, she would jump up a bit, her arm tight around his neck. Her smile would continue for only a brief moment though, when she felt his head slip from her arm, and she ended up on her butt on the mat, sending a jolt of pain to go up her spine after hitting her tail bone so hard.

"Ow!" she would yell, rubbing her aching rear. Looking now, she hadn't realized how close they were to the ropes. Clyde was sneaky, and even in hiz half dazed state, he still managed to know exactly where he was in the ring a all times. Lilly couldn't fathom how anyone could do that, especially with how many times she had knocked him silly this match. Regardless, Lilly was in trouble. She was now down on the mat, with Clyde standing right above her.

"Where's the fun in that!?" Clyde shot back to Lilly, smirking as she let out a cute giggle, finding it rather amusing that she seemed to enjoy hurting him. She fits right at home here with many of the other girls in AFW, she must really enjoy her job too. At least that was what Clyde figured.

Still, Clyde had enough fight in him to resist Lilly despite the pain in his head and would successfully manage to cling to ropes to stop her from nailing him with a DDT. Clyde had a tough skull but he knew too many blows to the head would take him out of the match.

He stumbled against the ropes like he had been downing too many beers in one sitting, finding it tough to stand up straight as his head felt it was spinning inside while at the same time pounding violently and painfully, but he had enough sense to see where Lilly was, rubbing her bottom as she dropped. Clyde wasted no time and would immediately wind his right arm back and then dive at Lilly to use a desperate maneuver, attempting to lunge at Lilly while she sat on the mat and strike her with a stiff clothesline right below the neck and just above her breasts, attempting to nail Lilly right in her sternum with a hard clothesline to bring her down onto the mat and maybe even knock a good bit of wind out of her.

Clyde had kept himself from using too many strike based moves on Lilly, but he knew he had to pull out all he had or else she was going to surely crush him.

Lilly couldn't believe how lucky he got, being close enough to the ropes to hold onto them, and stop her from landing the DDT. He was definitely persistent, and was going to make it difficult for her to get him as her little slave. She didn't mind working for it, but still, she was growing weary of his constant problem causing. Lilly would try to get up to her feet, and get away from him, so she could think of something else, but the chance to do that never came. Looking up at the last minute, she would see Clyde flying at her, and the wind would fly from her lungs as his strong arm would collide with her chest, just above her breast, forcing her to crash down hard onto her back on the mat.

"Ahhhaha!" she cried out, crossing her arms over her chest and kicking at the mat. This was the first time Clyde had actually struck her, as opposed to using submissions, or things like that. It hurt beyond belief, and brought a few small tears to her eyes. She hadn't expected him to actually lash out and strike her. Then again, she never really considered anyone would do that. Sure, she knew some people did that, but doing it to HER? He had nerve! Still, the pain from the clothesline, and the stinging hurt of trying to suck in a much needed breathe after having it all forced from her kept her from being able to know what was going to happen next.

Falling over on the mat next to Lilly with his arm over her body, Clyde would pant against the canvas after he nailed Lilly with a hard clothesline that held enough power to make her release a sharp and pained cry that honestly made Clyde wince a bit and feel bad for hurting for Lilly, but he knew he ought to care less, considering how she seemed to enjoy having him on the mat screaming.

His head was still pounding hard. The whole match all the hits he had taken were blows to the head. Clyde was tough and so was his skull, he had taken lots of abuse and many blows to the head in hardcore matches but the constant barrage of brutal moves from Lilly just working his skull was enough to really affect Clyde. He really did fear getting a concussion from this, even if it was from a light weight cheerleader who knew how to hurt people.

Clyde would remain on the mat, panting to collect himself and recover after striking Lilly and enduring her own assault before he eventually rolled away from Lilly and pulled himself up by the ropes, taking a deep, shaky breath before looking over at Lilly.

"Maybe if you Beg I'll.... Naah!" He'd mock her earlier statement before he sprinted to the ropes across from her body that faced her right side, trying to ignore the ringing in his skull as he ran to the ropes, rebounded and attempted to return to Lilly and jump up high to try and go for a jumping leg drop right across her sternum.

Lilly, being in a vulnerable state after Clyde managed to counter her DDT, and because of that, she was hit dead on with a harsh clothesline, forcing a painful cry as she laid on the mat. Clyde was really strong, and when he put that much effort into his strikes, she couldn't believe how painful it was. Had he been holding back the whole time? He hadn't struck her once the entre time they had been fighting. He had gotten her into submissions, but no strikes. He must have been holding back. She knew it.

Even if he was, she was in no shape to be able to fight back at all. The clothesline had really taken the wind out of her, and left her vulnerable to him. He definitely seemed to know that, as she soon found his leg slamming down hard onto her sternum, forcing the little air she had from her lungs out. "Ahhh!" she shouted, crossing her arms over her chest. It was becoming very difficult to breath let alone fight back, and she didn't know what she was going to do.

Clyde had not been using too many strikes on Lilly, the only thing he used on her was a dropkick, but his best strikes came from his arms and while he wasn't a powerhouse, he knew how to throw a punch or in Lilly's case a stiff clothesline.

Still, he couldnt let up and would not take any time at all to follow up from the ropes with a running leg drop right across Lilly's chest. "Sorry bout that!" He teased upon impact with Lilly, hearing her cry out and shield her chest following the leg drop.

Clyde almost went for a pin, but he knew Lilly would not be likely beaten with that move. So he got off of Lilly and walked in front of her with legs at both of her sides, reaching down to give her a small bearhug of sorts to try and lift her up off the mat. "Hope you ain't gon' mind this." He teased to her regarding the closeness, holding her firmly, chest to chest while he tried to push her towards the center of the ring, away from the ropes.

If Clyde managed to do that, he would try to bend Lilly over and place her head between his legs while reaching to grab the top of her skirt and yank up a bit to give her a wedgie of sorts to hold her up and mess with her. If that worked, Clyde would reach over and place his chest upon Lilly's back while his arms wrapped her waist, attempting to go for a Piledriver in the center of the ring!

Lilly, despite all of the pain she was in, couldn't shake the fact that Clyde continued to apologize to her after he hurt her even more. It bothered her to no end. Was he trying to be her friend, even though they were supposed to be enemies? She didn't want that! She hated him, and hated the fact that she was in a vulnerable position to him.

Still holding her arms over her chest, she let out a cute squeak when Clyde wrapped his arms around her and hauled her to her feet, squeezing her in a bearhug. His grip was tight, and the fact that her arms were now trapped between both of their chests didn't help at all. She couldn't escape his grip. And being so close to him, once again, she couldn't stop the blush from meeting her cheeks. Why does this keep happening? she asked herself as he continued to apply pressure, pulling a grunt from her.

Once he let go of her, she took the chance to take in a gulp of air. He had been so unrelenting, that she had no chance to catch her breath. And it looked as if that would continue. Clyde would quickly pull Lilly's head in between his legs. "Ghh!" The pressure he applied with his legs was enough to keep her firmly in place. He Was really pulling out all of the stops at this point, to make sure she wouldn't be able to fight back. "G-get off me you- NYA?!" When Lilly felt her panties being pulled tight against her butt, she blushed brighter than she had the whole match. The wedgie wasn't really painful, but it was embarrassing beyond belief. How dare he?! she thought.

In a fit of anger, Lilly would try to throw punches at Clyde's gut as hard as she could. If this managed to get him to let go, she would quickly straighten herself, and attempt to send a vicious slap across Clyde's face. She would make him pay for what he just did!