Clyde Gastin Vs. Heather Sunderland

Clyde clicked his tongue when he felt Heather kick out of the pin even though he was sure that would not put Heather out. It was way too early. Didn't stop him from hoping, how great would it be to win with a surprise high-flying move on Heather?

Hearing her first couple of words he looked down at her and grinned a bit. Speed would be nice, yes. He didn't get time to answer to her words regarding his sudden stop before he took a quick punch to the guy that stunned Clyde and allowed Heather to get away. He smirked and then stood up on his own, letting her regroup.

"Im still workin' on it." He hesitated to tell her he gets a little nervous jumping at the rope while running. More practice would fix that eventually though. He got his hands up and waited patiently for Heather, fists clinched, left arm above his waist and right hand beside his cheek, waiting for her.

"Good, almost there Clyde." Heather would respond to his words, getting to her feet as she would see him get into that stance. She couldn't help but let out a little laugh and shake her head. It was something about fighting and wrestling stances that always amused her. She never saw the point in such things, even though they were indeed quite useful and essential.

"Alright Clyde, let's do this then." Heather let out, wanting to test him a bit with quite the idea as she would get her fists up, trying to approach him before attempting to send another punch to his gut, trying to use her speed (Though having a lack of technique) to quickly follow up by trying to send a punch straight to his face.

Clyde smirked at Heather's words. "Couldn't have started without you." He muttered truthfully, even if he learned some tricks on his own, Heather was the one that got his training wheels started. He didn't forget that but he still had his ego, part of him sought to use what she taught him to beat her to prove something, that he was not a child any longer but a contender.

"Bring it." He ordered but tilted his head as Heather brought her fists up. Everyone knew Heather rarely punched if ever, he figured it was a bluff but with Heather's speed, Clyde had little time to react before he took a punch to his stomach. "Ooof!" Clyde let out, eyes bulging as he bent over, covering his stomach, trying to double back but ended up catching another punch right to his face, nailing him between the eyes. "Agh!" Let out, his head rocked back as he fell over, laying flat on the mat briefly before he sat up quickly and looked at Heather with disbelief, rubbing his cheek.

"D-Did you just punch!? Twice!?" He practically gasped while trying to scramble to his feet.

Heather grinned widely as she connected with that first punch. Clyde's reaction was exactly what she expected, and it was priceless to see his reaction as she would connect with that second blow straight between his eyes. Watching him fall flat on his back, Heather's grin got as wide as she could. She would see him sit up, rubbing his cheek as she heard his words.

"I don't know, maybe I did." Heather let out playfully, shrugging her shoulders before she would quickly run at him, trying to pounce on him, attempting to force him back on his back so she could straddle his stomach and attempt to pin his wrists to the mat.

Clyde's face drooped at Heather's words as she played around with him, of course she would tease him like that. He never would have thought she'd ever resort to a brawlers tactics, even if Clyde was more experienced in that regard it caught him off guard... Hurt a lot too.

He didn't want to stay on the ground at all but Clyde didnt get a chance to get up as Heather leaped at the cowboy and brought him down, straddling his stomach and pinning his wrists down that would shake and stir as he fought to try and get up, his face turning red at what he thought could happen. "D-Don't you even dare!" He ordered, getting an idea of what she would do, all while his wrists pounded the back of the mat when he tried to lift up, his boots hitting the mat, struggling and shaking as he was pinned.

As Heather pinned Clyde down on the mat, she would struggle to keep him there as much as she could, maintaining her balance with her knees as she tried her hardest to slip her legs around Clyde's, looking to try to lock him in a grapevine. All the while, she still had the biggest grin on her face as she kept him there, fighting against his struggles before she heard his words.

"Don't I even dare what?" Heather let out, wanting to tease him a little more as she let out a little laugh. "Oh! Do you meaaan this?" Heather let out, moving herself forward a bit to attempt to plant her breasts into his face, trying to lock him in a tight smother hold.

Clyde struggled hard with Heather, knowing that he was in grave danger within this position and it kind of scared him because he knew what might happen. The thought of Heather smothering him again made Clyde's face turn red slightly, part of him wanting to be trapped in such a place, even though he was was also aware it could put him out, the last he wanted was to lose to Heather like that... But the moment Clyde felt Heather's legs wrap around his own into a grapevine, his reddened face quickly began to turn white. His lips were sealed tight as he looked up at Heather with a nervous and almost fearful gaze, contrasted by her wide grin.

He protested. She played innocent and teased the trapped cowboy to make him blush slightly as he shook and squirmed under her frantically. "Nononononono!!" He let out frantically at her words before Heather finally leaned forward and placed her breasts on Clyde's face, trapping him in a tight smother, cutting off his oxygen.

"Mm-Mmh!! Mmmphhh!!" Clyde let out with muffled cries, his face bright red (and only going to get more red if he stayed trapped) squirming frantically under Heather, his nose wedged deep between her mesh covered cleavage, her breasts squashed tightly against the top of his cheeks, engulfing his eyes and mouth, unable to breathe properly while he felt an unwanted sensation between his legs, cursing himself for allowing this to happen but he couldn't help it. A beautiful woman was on top of him and smothering him with her generous chest, that and it was Heather.

"Mmmphhhhhh...!" He let out with his eyes shut tightly shaking his head a bit from side to side as he struggled.

"Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes!" Heather let out at his words, mimicking him in a way before she let herself lean down, her breasts pressing onto Clyde's face, locking in that smother. She had quite the grin on her face when it came down to it. She couldn't deny how much she used to love doing this sort of thing to Clyde, dominating him in this sort of way, and it sort of gave her quite the rush doing it again.

"What was that Clyde? I..don't know why but I just can't seem to understand what you're saying." Heather let out at his muffled cries, enjoying herself quite a bit as she kept her breasts pressed onto his face as tightly as she could. She would feel his slight bulge starting to develop causing her to shake her head. "Look at you getting so excited over this." Heather said, continuing her teasing as she would start to rub her breasts in her face a little.

"Why don't you just, go to sleep." Heather let out, her face showing quite the blush at the feeling of his face shaking in her breasts, arousing her quite a bit in the hold.

"Mm-Mmmrrmph!" Clyde growled underneath Heather at her words as she taunted him while he struggled to breathe in the grapevine and tight smother that smooshed Heather's breasts against his face, a trap he couldn't escape from. Releasing a weary muffled groan that sounded close to a moan when Heather rubbed her breasts in his face, rocking his head side to side as she batted his face.

His wrists were flat against the mat at this point, his fingers twitching as he sought to try and resist, releasing soft breathes against the inner walls of her cleavage as he began to slowly lose it. "Mmmmmmmmphhhhhhh..." He groaned as his shaking ceased, shutting his eyes as he was unable to breathe along with dealing with the humiliation that came from this arousing domination by Heather that his carnal desires missed greatly. He didn't have much a choice in the matter right now on whether he wanted it or not.

Heather bit her lip as she felt Clyde's muffled groan, it even sounding like he was moaning out underneath her as she continued to rub her breasts into her face. She would let out a long sigh as the feeling was arousing her more and more as it went on. Clyde's struggling and the vibrations of his groaning were driving her wild and she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold on before letting herself go.

"Come on Clyde, just a liiittle while longer. I know you just want to pass out." Heather let out as she watched his eyes shut and his struggles die down, licking her lips a bit as she watched him on the brink of passing out. "Isn't it just great that the match won't even end when you pass out?"