Clyde Gastin Vs. Heather Sunderland

"Oh. I'll show ya funny." Clyde remarked with smug confidence before he felt Heather's fist ram into his ribs over and over, making him grunt and wince a from the sting he felt in his sides, stiffening up as he was struck repeatedly before he could go through the superplex.

"Gah!" Clyde growled angrily After having to endure several blows Clyde was forced to release Heather and drop to his feet on the canvas, circling around as he nursed his ribs before facing the corner again, being quick to try and climb it if Heather didn't stop him.

"Oh will you??" Heather let out as she connected with those fist into his ribs, hearing him grunt before she would finally be able to force him to release her. The second t hat he dropped to his feet, Heather knew that she had to go into action.

She would wait till he faced the corner before leaping off the middle rope, trying to land on his shoulders before trying to hit him with a hurricanrana.

Turning around after he was forced to leave the turnbuckle where he was nursing his ribs, Clyde looked back towards where Heather was supposed to be, expecting her to be sitting but instead saw her flying right towards him with her legs soon going around and over his shoulders, her thighs squeezing his head, his mind told him to do a powerbomb counter but it was too late.

All of a sudden Clyde was flipped and dropped hard onto his back, sliding a bumping into the turnbuckel where his legs would up hanged over the middle ropes, dangling a bit. "Ughhh.... Shit..." He groaned from the dizzy take down. Looking up at Heather from an almost upside down perspective.

Heather let out a long breath as she leaped through the air, bringing him down with that hurricanrana. She was quite pleased that Clyde wasn't able to counter in time as he would be thrown down, draped up in t hat awkward position against the corner, much to Heather's pleasure as she would quickly get to her feet.

"Not doing so hot anymore are you Clyde?" She let out, grinning as she would charge towards him. She would jump up, grabbing the top rope before gripping and pulling it, using the rope as an aid in trying to connect with a hard dropkick to Clyde's face.

Clyde clicked his tongue in response to Heather's words, his eyes narrowing at her, just in time to see her jump up and use the ropes to aid her in delivering a hard dropkick right in the center of Clyde's face that sent his head snapping back with a loud 'Smacking' sound echoing the arena for all to hear, earning a unanimous: "Oooooh!!" from the crowd as Heather drove her feet hard into Clyde's face.

Clyde emitted no sounds upon being struck, feeling his cheeks and nose burn as they were compressed into his face with enough force to knock him dizzy and free his legs from the ropes, flopping unceremoniously onto his stomach with his cheek buried against the canvas, his back rising a falling as he sucked in air. Still consciousness but out of it following the powerful dropkick.

Heather felt her boots colliding with Clyde's face, just as she wanted, rolling backwards away from him afterwards and taking a breath as she got up onto one knee. She surveyed the results of her move, seeing him lie there on his stomach, quite out of it it seemed. She would pick herself up to her feet, stretching her arms out a bit before she walked over to him.

"Let me show you one of my new favorite holds." Heather let out before trying to drag him by his leg to the center. From there, she would go to sit on his back, pulling his arms back and wrapping her legs around them before trying to roll over, trying to roll him into a sitting position and put him in a lotus lock.

Clyde was very out it following the hard dropkick he took from Heather but he hung on nonetheless. Regardless, he was easy pickings for Heather to drag around when she reached the cowboy and brought him to the center of the ring, sitting on his back and pulling on his arms, wrapping her legs around them before rolling over and perching Clyde up into a seated position to initiate the lotus lock, something Clyde had never seen or experienced before.

"Guh...Hey! W-Whut the hell is- Aaaghh!!!" Clyde howled out, his eyes bulging before shutting tightly as he was forced to endure the hold, shaking his head and stomping his feet from the pain he felt.

"-Graaahhh! F-Fuck this hold!" He let out while shaking his head side to side.

"What's the matter? You don't like it?" Heather let out, lying back and arching her body to put even more pressure in the hold as she yanked Clyde's arms back. She had quite a bit of pride in this hold, being one of the few submission techniques she can say she does quite well, making good use of her quite strong legs.

"You can just give up if you want Clyde honestly." Heather let out, pulsating her body to add random jolts of strong pressure in the hold, wanting to wrench it on as much as she could to really put the hurt on him, the widest grin on her face as she did.

"Ooh.. N-Noo... Fuggin' Love it-Ngh!" Clyde let out, growling through his teeth at Heather's words before she arched her body and yanked back on his arms, the pain being quite harsh and Clyde was not very good with submissions. He felt trapped.

"Agh...Nnnh...Not already....Haah..." Clyde let out with his head lowered, chin buried into his chest, grunting and groaning with every pulse Heather gave with those firm legs of hers, wrenching Clyde's arms. Prolonged exposure could end up making them useless if Clyde didn't do something fast, but he was in the center of the ring with nowhere to go.

He grew desperate and soon enough he pictured something out but wasn't sure if it was going to work. "N-Nck...H-Hey... Would you hold it against me Ifff...I-I said this was turnin' me on?" Clyde let out with a sly grin before shutting his eyes and attempting to stand on his legs and push backwards, trying fold Heather over and pin her shoulders down to initiate a bridge pin within the lotus.

"1!" The ref girl counted if Heather's shoulders were lowered to the mat.

Heather would just let out a laugh at Clyde's sarcastic comment, still wrenching him in that hold for as long as she could. She was quite pleased how much difficulty he was having and would keep adding more and more pressure onto it, very content in ending the match right here this early.

"Yes already! Just give up Clyde!!" Heather let out, her butt way off the mat as she bent him as much as she could with the Lotus lock. Unfortunately for her though, Clyde seemed to have a trick up his sleeve.

"Wh-what?? Turning you on??" Heather let out, blushing quite a bit at his words, distracting her a bit as she would feel him suddenly stand and push backwards, folding her over for that bridge pin. Heather heard the ref girl starting to count, causing her eyes to widen as she immediately released the lotus, trying to push herself out and away from the bridge pin.