Clyde Gastin Vs. Kendra Williams

Clyde winced immediately when Kendra wrenched his arm tighter, the pain surging in his arm, expecting the cowgirl to keep this up. "A-Agh.... Hurts great, babydoll." He teased through the pain. Yeah it hurt, but after his fight with Carmen, he began to realize that the burning aches had an appeal. Like a love tap but harder.

That being said, he was caught off guard majorly by Kendra's sudden sweep to the back of his legs. "H-Hagh!?" Clyde released a raspy cry as his leg went up right into the air before he crudely hit the mat, flat on his back with Kendra standing over him, but not for long, Kendra would follow him, her slender, tight legs going across his chest and neck before she would apply that armbar!

"C-Craaaahhhpp!" yelld Clyde as he shut his eyes, gritting his teeth as his right arm, his good arm, was being painfully wrenched, prompting him to desperately kick his legs up and around, flopping violently, trying to turn on his belly and try to escape the hold by prying his arm loose or AT LEAST, stop the arm-bar from being applied right to stop the pain, even if she was still holding him.

Clyde was a real smooth talker. Or at least, he was trying to be. A champion try-hard to the core, this one. It was a cute trait, but it wasn't going to keep her from beating the stuffing out of him and taking her first win. Kendra managed to take the cowboy down with her leg sweep. And in a quick, precise motion, she locked him in a tight armbar.

Well, almost. She had the hold locked in for the most part, but Clyde struggled just enough that she couldn't apply as mch pressure as she wished she could. "Just sit STILL now, y'here?!" she yelled, trying to get the hold locked in a little better. But with his struggling, that wasn't going to be easy.

With his cheeks brushing up against Kendra's barely covered thighs, Clyde did his best to ignore that pleasant feeling of where he was laying and try to focus on simply escaping the hold and getting back in the game against this clearly skilled rookie from back home.

"Sorry... Ain't in my nature!" He replied to her, getting to his knees with one arm still being held by Kendra, his other arm was free however. He had already noticed her tight, defined abs, a nice sight but now he was going to test them in his attempt to get loose.

Raising up his free hand, Clyde closed his fingers together tightly before he tried to slam his palm down across Kendra's abs, giving her a nice, firm, slap to her stomach, a loud smack emitting if his bare palm hit her bare stomach.

Kendra gritted her teeth as she tried to force the cowboy fully into the armbar. But that stubborn nature that could only belong to a southern boy made it very difficult. Try as she might, she couldn't get Clyde to sit still long enough to apply the hold properly. But she persisted anyway.

Until she felt his free hand come slapping down on her exposed belly. Kendra let out a yelp of surprise after the sudden slap forced her to let go of Clyde's arm. She didn't want to, but the surprise from the sudden smack coupled with the stinging in her abs was enough to make her want to let go to rub away the sting.

"A-a slap? What are ya'? A school girl?!" she said, scooting away from him a bit and rubbing the hand shaped red spot that decorated her belly.

Pounding Kendra's stomach, Clyde grinned as he managed to get her off of him with that well placed, hard palm strike, forcing her to let go, leaving Clyde to sit up, rubbing his arm while grinning at Kendra.

"Ain't no school girl hit like that, toots." He replied to Kendra's statement coyly, looking her over for a minute before rising up to his feet and waiting for Kendra to do the same. When she did, Clyde would rush her suddenly and attempt to hit her with his forearm across her sternum for a sudden clothesline if he managed to catch her.

Kendra shot a half hearted glare Clyde's way. There he went again with calling her toots. He really had a thing with that word. Or he just couldn't stop hitting on her. Flattering as it was, the cowgirl was too irked by his slap to her abs to blush about it. She watched as Clyde got to his feet. Gentleman that he was, he waited for her to get to her own feet. "Y'know, ya don't have ta' wait for me," she said as she rose to her own feet, keeping her eyes on him as she did. Odds were, he'd come right at her once she got to her feet. That's what she would do.

Sure enough, Clyde came running right at her, arm outstretched going for a clothesline. Kendra, quick on her feet, ducked under his arm, aiming to get behind him. If she managed that, she would aim a swift snap kick to the small of the sly mouthed cowboy's back. "I said, careful who yer callin' toots!" she would yell before she sent the kick.

"Who said I was?" Clyde teased back, but he did wait for her to get back up. And he did so to try and hit take her down with that clothesline but that quickly failed as Kendra managed to duck right underneath his arm.

He cursed under his breath as he missed her wanting to turn around but instead catching a swift kick to his back that shoved him forward! "Ugh!" He grunted as her feel struck his back, making him stumble forward into the ropes that would catch him.

"Nh... Whatever you say, hun." He added with his smart alec mouth before turned around and rushing Kendra, trying to lock up with her again before suddenly breaking it, trying to get his arm underneath her armpit and fall back onto his side, trying to throw her over onto her back with an armdrag.

Kendra was a little disapointed. Clyde was making this way too easy. Was he really this bad, or was he just taking it easy on her. Either way, it was sad. The cowgirl managed to duck under Clyde's oncoming clothesline, allowing her to send a swift kick straight to Clyde's back. The force of the kick pushed the cowboy toward the ropes, where he was safely caught.

Kendra let out a sigh and planted both of her fists on her hips. "You CAN'T be tryin'. Are ya really this bad?" Kendra said, her irritation obvious in her tone. She didn't mind an way win, but this was just silly. She loved a challenge. And fighting someone from back home and it being this easy? It was just all the more disapointing.

But Clyde got back into it, suddenly coming right back at her. She locked up with him in the middle of the ring again, pushing as hard as she could against the cowboy. But Clyde finally smartened up. He broke the lock up, pulling the cowgirl back hard and flinging him over his should in a fast and vicious arm drag. Kendra hit the mat, but not too hard, The angle was enough to send her rolling off her back and onto her rear, now seated against the bottom rope.

Kendra's eye were wide with shock, but her lips were spread in a wide smile. Now THAT was more like it! "Well. it's about time ya' made this fun," she said, teasing her back-home-buddy a bit.

Clyde smirked at Kendra's doubt of him. Yeah he had a rough start so far, didn't bother him, she was A LOT better than what he expected out of a so called rookie. She was earning the lead she had. And while the crowd probably wasn't keen on Clyde getting worked over so easily, it didn't bother him, he was getting a feel for this girl. And he did.

He didn't even respond to her, he went in, grabbed her arm, fell backwards and flung her over in a swift arm drag, immediately getting back up to his feet and looking over at her, raising his brow twice to show her that he did indeed know what he was doing. He smiled right back at her.

"Now what kinda guy would I be to shut down a rookie the whole match? I mean... 'less you into that." He teased, though in his experience, it wouldnt be impossible to be fighting a masochist who wanted to get dominated. AFW called for all sorts of people.

Clyde marched over to Kendra and put his hands at the side of her head, trying to lift her up onto her feet. If that worked, he'd push her back against the ropes. "Don't blink." He'd say before trying to deliver a swift headbutt to Kendra! Mashing his forehead against her own!

Kendra was both relieved and exhilerated that she wasn't fighting some washed up jobber. It was easy to make an assumption like that after the throttling she had given him so far. But now that Clyde was actually fighting back, it was bound to be a real fun debut for her.

"Maybe I do like it rough, sugar," she replied, trying to use the ropes behind her to get to her feet. But Clyde was already all over her. His hands went around the sides of her head, pulling her the rest of thew way to her feet. Naturally, both of her own hands went to his, trying to lessen the strain on her neck as she went up.

"Don't wh-ahhh!" before she was even really stable on her feet, Clyde let out a witty remark before planting a hard headbutt straight to her forehead. His head must have been made of solid rock, because the impact was enough to make her legs wobble. If she hadn't been held up by his grip on her head, she was sure she wouldn't have collapsed.

Dazed and shaky after the hard headbutt, Kendra was too focused on trying to steady herself rather than counter. So Clyde had a chance for a follow up if he acted quickly.