Clyde Gastin Vs. Kendra Williams

Standard Match
Win via Pinfall or Submission
10 Count for staying Outside the Ring

[url=http://youtu.be/lF5mIooP2S8?t=4s:1hht940c]"No Compromise" by Rebel Meets Rebel[/url:1hht940c] began to play through out the arena as Clyde Gastin made his way onto the entrance stage in front a packed crowd that cheered at the appearance of the AFW veteran wrestler here in Tension pro.

"Alright! Let's do this, baby!" Cried the cowboy as he stomped onto the stage and raised his fist to the crowd, streaks of white smoke that resembled steam, shooting up from the bottom of the stage. He then strolled past the smokey area, wearing a black denim vest and a brown leather cowboy hat. His ring attire consisted of long black tights, matching pads on his elbows and knees, black wrestling boots and white tape around both his wrists, grinning the whole way down to the ring as he walked with an eager swagger. Eager to fight again. "...I ain't scared of nuthin!" He yelled out in unison with the song, grinning again afterwards.

Times had been rough for Clyde recently. Real rough. Down right miserable. But his last fight was a good one. No drama, nobody trying to injure, humiliate, enslave him. None of that usual crap. He hoped today would be the same, a decent match, a good match, something to revitalize his drive in AFW. Too often were people trying to break eachother. He hoped he could find someone to give him a real fight again.

Pulling himself up onto the ring apron, Clyde jumped over the ropes and made his way to his corner, climbing the turnbuckle to raise his fists to the crowd before ditching his vest and hat down below. He then jumped down and leaned against the same turnbuckle, awaiting the arrival of his opponent.

When Clyde's music died down, the [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwIGZLjugKA:1p5lx2k7]theme song[/url:1p5lx2k7] of the new comer began to play. Kendra, who had been standing back stage, waiting her turn, took a deep breath. Never in her life had she imagined she be the center of attention for so many people. But here she was, ready to take on this new challenge life was offering her.

Kendra, wearing black and orange shorts, as well as a yellow sports bra, cowgirl hat and boots, made her way out onto the stage, and was met by the light cheers of the sa of people that surrounded her. It was so overwealming, but so exhilerating at the same time. Kendra gave a meek smile to the crowd of onlookers, as well as a small wave before centering herself and walking down toward the ring, where she spotted... quite the man.

Her opponent, adorned in black tights and a cowboy hat, stood waiting for her in the ring. Kendra couldn't help but feel a little excited. Was he a southerner like her? Or was he just some boob wearing a cowboy hat? Judging from the looks of him, he wasn't a poser. Once the blonde made it to the ring, she reached for the bottom rope and hauled herself up, crawling between the bottom and second rope. The ring was a lot bigger in person than it was on TV... yikes...

Now that she got a closer look at her opponent, a grin spread across her face. She looked him up and down before stepping to the middle of the ring. "Hope that hat ain't just for show," she said simply, hands on her hips. She was pretty excited to be fighting someone from her nick of the woods. She honestly didn't expect to see anyone from back home here. But life was full of surprises, and Kendra wasn't going to complain. Especially considering how... nice he was to look at.

Clyde was chilling in his corner, his music died out and was replaced by.... Oh no. Clyde winced immediately. Kid Rock. Ugh. He hated that guy. That country poser with only three, at best good songs! He was expecting who ever came out on stage would also suck, but to Clyde's surprise, the person who appeared was a blonde haired young woman with stunning looks who was mighty fine in that hat and boots she swore.

"Hot damn." Clyde said aloud as he lifted his hit up and got a look at the girl, her fists were tapped like a real fighter, her whole body looked toned as hell. She was quite the fox and was possibly country? His kind of gal! Sure her taste in theme song was bad but that was okay! And while he knew Mercy was his one and only lady but even Clyde wished she was more 'accepting' of his roots. Clyde had just gotten done fighting with Yasei Starr from before. A Japanese cowgirl, was Melissa trying to set him up with cowgirls or something? Was this a neat little headline they could use for ratings? Cowboy vs Cowgirl? Did tension viewers have a stetson fetish? Whatever the reason, Clyde didn't care. His opponent was someone he might be able to get acquainted with easily. He just hoped she could give him a good fight too.

He smirked as Kendra got in the ring and spoke up. "Naw." He answered simply. "It's good fer' merch though." He added coyly. "I hope that hat and them boots ain't fer show neither, Missy! Ya' ain't fightin' no rookie."

Kendra couldn't help but giggle a little at the cowboy's response. At least he had a good sense of humor. That was a relief. But she never knew a southern man who didn't at least have a little bitof humor to him. It was good to know that Clyde here really wasn't just some poser.

But Kendra wasn't either. "Nope, Texan, heart and soul," she replied before shooting him a wink. But now wasn't the time for flirting. She had a match to fight. So without wasting another second, the blonde slipped her boots off, revealing almost bare feet underneath, as well as taking her hat off, and carefully handing it to the ref girl. "But I don't think we're here to talk about our roots, are we?" Kendra began bouncing on the balls of her feet and throwing a few jabs at the air in his direction. She was ready to get this show on the road.

"Come on, hot stuff. Show lil' ol' me just how much of a Texan you really are," she teased, grinning as she waited for the sound of the bell. She was a lot more comfortable now that she knew she was up against someone who wasn't so different from her. Cowgirl versus Cowboy. It was time to see who was best.

Clyde smirked at Kendra with a raised eyebrow. There were quite a large number of Texan wrestlers but Clyde had only met 1 thus far so meeting someone else who was from back home made him quite pleased. Home was nice after all, and he missed it.

"Naw we ain't." He answered her, watching her bounce on the balls of her slightly covered feet after removing the boots she had dawned to the ring, there was always something sexy about a woman in shorts and boots. But he couldn't oogle Kendra all day, especially with how ready to go she was.

He grinned at her teasing words that followed, only to then sigh. "I really oughta behave." He thought to himself with a hopeless look on his face, but he couldn't help it, chicks who punched were hot and he couldn't help the flirting. He then before raised his half-opened hands above his waist, ready to grapple as the bell suddenly rang.

"Alright! Ikuzo, baby!" cried the cowboy as he slammed one foot forward before moving in at a brisk pace towards Kendra, trying to initiate a lockup with the girl. Grabbing at her shoulders and trying to force her back.

Kendra was stoked and ready to get this match underway. And Clyde was obviously ready to get going as well. When the bell sounded, the blonde southern girl ceased her air punches and met Clyde in the middle, hands raised as well. She wasn't really sure what Ikuzo meant... but it probably meant something along the lines of... good luck? Maybe? Ah whatever, it was time to wrestle! "Be careful who you're callin' baby," Kendra said, throwing one last wink his way.

Kendra interlaced her fingers with Clyde's. He was significantly taller than her, but that wasn't going to make any difference if she had anything to say about it. He may be bigger, but she was tougher, and she was gonna prove it. When her fingers were locked around Clyde's, she wasted no time pushing against him with all of her might. She wanted to see if the cowboy was as tough as she hoped he was.

Clyde smirked back at Kendra. "I say 'baby' all the time, toots." He added smugly before locking fingers with Kendra, pushing down hard on her, using his hight to his own advantage with the slighty smaller cowgirl who would actually manage to hold her own against Clyde.

"Ngh!" Clyde bit his lip and pushed against Kendra, she was built tough, he could see she trained heavily based on the toned definition of her body. His weight and hieght against her superior build resulted in an apparent stalemate, the two of them remaining unmoving in the center of the ring as they tried to push at each other.

"Yer pretty strong, missy." Clyde commented before trying to suddenly yank his fingers free of her grip, attempting to grab her wrist and spin to her side, attempting to apply a wrist lock, bending Kendra's wrist and arm awkwardly to subdue her, if that worked, the cowboy would follow up attempting to drop an elbow across her grappled arm.

Kendra smiled a little bit at Clyde. He was charming in a way. He had this cocky, yet somehow humble atmosphere about him that she expected from someone back home. It made her a bit homesick... but she didn't have time to get lost in thoughts of home. She had a match to win against this cowboy. "Toots now is it? That's two strikes, big shot," she said, though her smile didn't fade.

Kendra threw all she had in pushing against Clyde. But his superior size and weight had her in a tough spot. She couldn't budge him, but her couldn't budge her either. It just went to prove that she was tougher than him, at least physically. But because of the size difference, it just cancelled out. That was a problem.

She pushed still though, hoping that Clyde's strength would give out before hers. "Stronger than you," Kendra said as she continued her efforts to move him back. But Clyde changed the game. Kendra was caught off guard when the cowboy yanked his hands free from hers, and quickly and expertly got her into a side wrist lock. The cowgirl winced and the sudden pain, trying to twist her arm to lessen the strain. It wasn't a particularly painful hold, but it was enough to be irritating. But Clyde, in his experience, kept at her, not giving her a second to breath. He brought his elbow straight down on Kendra's twisted arm.

"Ah..." she grunted, falling to one knee in his grip. The cowgirl gritted her teeth. She wasn't going to let him get the better of her with something so simple. No chance. If Clyde was still holding her arm, she would attempt to role forward to untwist her arm before springing right up to her feet, and attempting to get Clyde in a sudden wrist lock of her own. e wanted to play games? Well she would play along.

"Heh. There a prize if I hit, three?" Clyde teased back with a smug grin as he tied up with Kendra, trying to force her back, only to end up in a stalemate. He even commented on her strength, joking of course, but her response was something that interesting to hear. She was confident in saying 'stronger than you'. Clyde pursed his lips slightly, that was hot to hear, too bad he'd have to show her take her down with his bag of tricks.

He managed to tie her up in a wrist lock and dropped an elbow on her arm, thinking he had the advantage he didn't expect her to suddenly roll forward, untwist herself and effortlessly kip back to her feet! "Dang! -A-Agh!" Clyde exclaimed in surprise, he didn't expect that acrobatic display at all! He was impressed and now wincing as she pulled him into the wrist lock.

"N-Ngh. Yer pretty quick on yer feet, missy..." Clyde muttered through the lock on his wrist that had him temporarily subdued.

Clyde was pretty spry, considering her managed to get her locked up pretty good. But spry wasn't going to be good enough to keep this cowgirl tied up. So with a quick, well practiced motion, Kendra rolled forward and managed to untwist her arm and get him into a wrist lock of her own. She smiled when she managed to do that. She didn't honestly expect that to work as well as it did.

Kendra wrenched on the side wrist lock a bit after Clyde complimented her. She appreciated it, but she wasn't going to let it get into her head. One good move didn't mean she won. Yet. "Ya' like that? Then you'l love this." Kendra wrenched on the hold just a bit more before going for a bit of a bold move. She would drop suddenly, still holding his wrist and attempt to sweep his feet, dragging him down to the mat onto his back by his still subdued arm. From there, she'd move hastily, adjusting her legs so that they were over top of the cowboy's chest and neck, trying to lock in a tight armbar.