Clyde Gastin Vs. Kendra Williams

"Hrrmm. Mh." Clyde shook his head after striking Kendra with the headbutt. He had a thick skull but even that rattled his head a bit. Still he held onto Kendra who clearly took the worst of it, being left a staggering cute little mess that struggled to stand, being only held up by him.

"Heh... You lookin' all head over heels fer me." He muttered in a low tone, sticking his tongue out the corner of his mouth before pulling Kendra's arm over his shoulder while Clyde would reach for the hem of Kendra's shorts at her side, bending his knees before standing up straight and falling back, trying to lift Kendra up off her feet and bring her down with him for a vertical suplex, planting her flat on her back, near the center of the ring.

Kendra's world was spinning after taking such a hard headbut from Clyde. She had to try extra hard just to keep her legs from wobbling just enough so she could maintain her balance. Had she been expecting it, she might have been able to take it a bit more. But Clyde's strategy seemed... random. No real fighting skill, just a bunch of hard hitting, jarring moves that left her like... this.

"Wh... head... what?" Kendra said in response to Clyde's sarcastic remark about her being head over heels for him. In his dreams! Clearly he didn't know the difference between a swooning dame and a dazed fighter! Not that it mattered. In her state, Clyde was able to execute his next move without a hitch. Throwing Kendra's arm over his shoulder, he lifted her up and flipped her over, slamming her down hard with a vertical suplex. "Gahh!" she cried, her back bouncing off the mat a bit before slumping back down, arms spread out at her sides and her breathing heavy. She was right. He was just random... but it still hurt.

She knew she had to do something quick, or more moves like that would cost her dearly. But at the moment, she needed a breather, and a chance to think.

Dropping Kendra flat on her back, Clyde sat up with a grin, looking at Kendra his shoulder before he got to his feet and marched back over towards her, grabbing her wrist, trying to lift her up to her feet, he'd attmept to drap her arm around his shoulders, like they were standing as mere buddies.

His arm them moved around the side of her head while the other went to her thigh, and with a grunt Clyde tried to heave Kendra over his shoulders, having her lay on her side as he tried to apply a torture rock and pull down on the girl's body, trying to stretch her out within the hold!

Kendra sucked in a hard breath as she tried to ignore the pain in her back. Clyde was a hard hitting to be sure. Sloppy, but hard. She wished had more time to rest before the cowboy came at her yet again, grabbing her wrists and pulling her back to her feet yet again. He really didn't want to give her any time to relax. Smart.

But Kendra was done taking his sloppy, not so thought out moves. So before Clyde could so much as think about lifting her onto his shoulders, she hastily grabbed his arm, trying to put it over her shoulder before dropping to one knee, dragging his down with her and driving his back into her outstretched knee as hard as she possibly could!

Prepping for the torture rack, Clyde intended to wear down the smaller but powerful Kendra with a firm submission hold that she might not escape from so easily. That was the plan and he wished it followed through but the cowgirl had other plans as she suddenly countered him out of nowhere! Grabbing his arm, putting it over her shoulder and dropping to one knee where Clyde would be forced to follow, ending up shoved right down into Kendra's extend knee.

"HUUGKKK!!" Spittle flew from Clyde's mouth as Kendra bent his back over her knee, his legs flopping up in the air briefly as his was bent over her knee, his arms hanging at his sides as he got pressed, looking up at the lights and Kendra with a good bit of air knocked out of lungs, resting flat on Kendra's extended knee.

Kendra had been known in the past to pull some crazy counters out of her bum, but this one took the cake. After such a harsh slam, she surprised ven herself. But she was damn proud of it. Taking Clyde's arm, she was successful in dragging the souther dummy down onto her outstretched knee, eliciting a very satisfying grunt from him.

"Kendra grinned down at the limp cowboy. "Well lookie that. I'm so head over heels, I just don't know my own strength!" she taunted Clyde, holding there on her knee for a moment longer before setting up a follow up. Holding onto Clyde, she lifted him off her knee and back to his feet, one arm wrapped around his neck from behind. If Clyde didn't fight back, she end up bringing him right back down again, this time with a powerful neckbreaker.

Clyde released a slightly irked groan as he lay draped over Kendra's knee, extended along her leg with a faint of red on his cheeks as he looked up at her, half-amused by her getting back at him physically and verbally. Either way, he would remain draped across her knee like he was her show and tell for the day, a lot of wind knocked out of his sails following the backbreaker.

With a weary groan, Clyde was soon lifted to his feet, making him paw at Kendra's arm before she stepped in front of his back, no longer facing him as she suddenly dropped down and slammed the cowboy to the mat with a hard neckbreaker!

"A-Ahh!" His legs flew in the air as he cried out before they slumped to the mat, leaving him sprawled out on the canvas with his chest heaving up and down rapidly.

Hearing Clyde's grunt and groans made Kendra giggle just a bit. It was fun making the cowboy eat his words after he said she was head over heels for him. He wished! Cute as he was, the swooning could wait until after she hogtied this smart mouthed boy.

After successfully executing the neckbreaker, the cowgirl turned to look at her dirty work. Clyde was spread out on the canvas like butter, just waiting to take another shot. And she would take full advantage. Standing over Clyde's head, she would sit down before wrapping her toned legs around his head, trying to trap him in a tight headscissor.

Kendra had already made his faced red with her giggling while he was rendered completly out of it after the unexpected backbreaker she had put on him. Oh even in his dazed state, he knew she was just going to eat this up, especially after messing with her so much. But that was what he did!

Etiher way, the neckbreaker had laid him out, with a solid impact on the neck and back of his head following the earlier move, Clyde had been rendered a bit woozy and open for another move, which Kendra decided to follow up on as she sat behind the cowboy and wrapped her legs around his head!

"A-Auuugh... Agh!" Clyde grimaced and groaned instantly as he felt the cowgirl's toned legs putting pressure on his head, causing Clyde to grip Kendra's thighs as he tried to pry her legs apart, now she had his face red for a different reason, the fact that she was squeezing him like this! Didn't help that he was between this girls' legs either, but it was no comfy place to rest as the Cowboy writhed side to side, trying to get loose or edge himself towards the ropes while enduring the tight head scissor hold! The roar of the crowd encouraging both wrestlers, some encouraging Kendra to hold on, others wanting Clyde to get loose quickly!

"N-Ngh.... Y-You've done this before, ain't cha?" He muttered with one eye open.

Clyde's red face didn't go unnoticed to Kendra. For someone who was such a smooth talker, he was flustered pretty easily. But that wasn't the important thing at the moment. Kendra managed to lock in a tight headscissor, which immediately had the cowboy struggling to get free, or toward the ropes. But she wasn't going to have any of that. The cowgirl dug her elbows into the mat as best she could, to at the very least keep him from gaining any ground toward the ropes. But his struggling made it hard to keep the hold locked in. That was something he seemed pretty good at. Struggling.

"Heh... so ya' noticed?" Kendra said, grinning a bit as she applied a bit more pressure. "I've been trainin' a long time so I could put guys like you in a world o' hurt." Still, holding Clyde in the headscissor proved to be taxing. The more he struggled, the more energy she had to put into the hold. She locked her ankles together, trying to maintain pressure, but if he didn't quit soon, she'd either be too tired to keep it going, or he'd get out on his own. Hopefully that didn't happen.