Clyde Gastin Vs. Thorns of a Rose: Handicap Match

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Clyde was sitting at home when he saw this big announcement by Melissa Sellers on TV. The sight of her made him frown, he didn't know whether to oogle the tall, voluptuous mature blonde like the 10 out of 10 hottie she was. Or if he should throw trash at her like the cold-hearted conniving witch that he knew her to be. A real narcissistic headache just like Allison Watson and Lilly and so many other crazy girls. Still Clyde couldn't help but finally Smile when Melissa stated that 'certain individuals attempted to ruin the entertainment factor of the matches they were placed in'. He snickered, he knew who was talking about and it was awesome! He busted a nut in front of Millions to give Melissa the biggest fuck you he could give her on LIVE TV. And he got his girlfriend back. Sweet deal.

Clyde waved his hand dismissively at the TV as Melissa went on to talk about female superiority. Clyde was out to represent himself and could careless about the other male wrestlers, mildly aside from John. But in Clyde's mind he never 'truly' lost at Showdown anyway. Even with chair shots to his head and knee, Clyde felt he and Mercy were the real winners of the event. Better news soon followed when Melissa announced a battle royal for the number 1 contender spot for the Tension Title. Clyde's eyes widened instantly before he jumped to his feet with his arms in the air.

"Woo Hoo!" A chance to finally get his hands on big gold? He was in! He'd take 'em all down!

"Naw. You're still a bad GM! Hahaha!" Clyde replied to the TV as he remained happily ecstatic for chance at the title that he'd surely be in. Then... Melissa brought him up again. He got quiet and listened to her ramble about her little girl scouts until she finally announced a match with him in it...
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"WHAT!?" Clyde spat in disbelief. A THREE on ONE Handicap Match. "You... Ga' Dang Bitch! What the fuck!?!?! Aghhh!!!" Growled the cowboy as he stood in front of the TV with a deep scowl, his clinched fists shaking violently. "Goddamit!!!" He yelled before storming off.

Melissa Sellers had screwed him again.

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Finally, Match time hit.

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3 on 1 Handicap Match
One Fall
Standard Rules
Win by Pinfall or Submission

Spoiler:

[url=http://youtu.be/lF5mIooP2S8?t=4s:3fmw1pai]"No Compromise" by Rebel Meets Rebel[/url:3fmw1pai] began to play within the arena and Clyde stormed out from backstage, fully clothed in his wrestling gear, sporting long black tights, white tape on his wrists, black wrestling boots boots, matching pads on his elbows and knees. In addition to a sleeveless denim jacket and his brown leather cowboy hat.

"LETS ROCK, BABY!!!" He yelled to the crowd from the entrance stage with a raised fist before marching down to the ring with a determined look on his face. Finally reaching the ring, Clyde used the steel steps to reach the apron before he climbed the turnbuckle, stood on the middle ropes and raised his arm straight up before pulling it down, letting it extend over his head, aiming towards the crowd with a finger gun gesture as the cameras flashed.

He then ditched his hat and vest down below before hopping down into the ring, bouncing the balls of his feet before thrusting himself into his corner, slumping against it as he breathed in and out with anticipation, feeling nervous as hell. His stomach churning. He'd never tell anyone he was afraid, but he kind of was. He had taken beatings from multiple attackers before and always hated it. The idea of it happening again ate at his nerves. But he couldn't and wouldn't run. He intended not only to go down fighting but he intended to win just to throw Melissa's plan right back in her snobby face!

Aoi looked at the other two girls who were to be her partner in this upcoming brutalization of Clyde Gastin. She was brimming from ear to ear at the thought of giving the no good idiot exactly what he deserved. However, She didn't like the thought of what this might do to her reputation.

Kelli was practically a boy herself with how she acted. Only her curves and hate for men put her in the same category.

Aoi wasn't even really sure what to make of Emi but the girl seemed more like a homebody than a wrestler. She probably secretly dreamed of cooking supper for some ridiculous husband who treated her like shit. Thankfully one of those boyfriends of her knocked some sense into her before they knocked her to a hospital. Whatever her deal was, she was definitely on the right side.

"Let's make sure that this Clyde boy won't even be able to look at a girl without feeling the sting, girls." Aoi said with a giggle as she waved her fingers at Kelli and Emi

Their [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w7y19ED6Vrk:3iqgqmvc]music[/url:3iqgqmvc] began to play and Aoi was the first one to step through the curtain. She had a coy smile on and sheepishly smiled at the audience, dressed in a fairly revealing white outfit:



She expected Kelli and Emi to be doing the majority of the fighting so she would have to play her part in a much different way. Perhaps that was why she would be the ambassador for the group. Aoi slipped into the ring as seductively as possibly and scanned Clyde over. Well, he seemed pretty scrawny. Aoi wasn't much shorter than him but even still, she didn't think she could wrestle him straight up.

Aoi stood in front of bowed deeply. "Clyde-sama?' She purred in her shy but silky voice. "I was told that you had been naughty and they put me in this match to help punish you. Onegai, please forgive me, Clyde-sama. Sellers-sama forced me into this match, I would have surely declined otherwise. She needed girls to boost her faction." Aoi lifted her head and looked gently at Clyde. Aoi stepped forward and put her hands on Clyde's shoulders and leaned in. "I'm useless in the ring. I don't know much wrestling technique at all." She said, whispering in his ear. "Two was enough but Sellers-sama wanted to make it look bad for you. You can do this, Clyde-sama. It's really only two against one, really!" Aoi encouraged the Texan with breathy whispers in his ear, acting as if she was put on the team against her will. She wondered how long the lie would go? If they DID get in the ring while Clyde was able to fight back, then her lack of skill and her superior acting just might convince him that she was telling the truth!

Aoi stepped away and bowed again, showing off her cleavage to Clyde before she went to her corner.

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Emi was next to enter the arena and she had a smile on her face as she remembered her and Clyde's last meeting. Emi slid into the ring and waited for Aoi to move out of the way before approaching Clyde. "So, Mister Cowboy, Ready for another ass kicking?" Emi would say as she would poke her finger into Clyde's chest. "And this time you won't be leaving the ring with just a pair of bruised testicles. This time i am taking your hat." Emi said before turning around and heading back towards her corner to stand next to Aoi.

Emi looked at Aoi and gave her a wink before lightly pushing her to the side. "Look just don't get in my way. This little man is mine and i don't need some bimbo getting in my way." Emi would say as she would toss Aoi and dirty look to keep up with the charade.

Aoi's words were fine by Kelli, despite all their differences she was sure the three of them would give him a night to remember and make sure he didn't look at women the same way again.

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There was a rumble that was the sound of a motorbike reving up just slightly over the music...



The Italian rebellion hellion that was Kelli DiVanetti was the last to come out from behind the curtain, straddled on her bike as per usual which proceeded to ride down the rampway. She carefully traverse the turn to get from the bottom of the ramp around the corner of the ring where the steel steps was and then did almost a full circle before parking the bike over at what would be the girls corner. She pushed the kick stand into place and then stepped off to slide in under the bottom ropes... though the tomboy of the group, she still looked quite feminine and somewhat seductive in an unintentional way with her tight black leather opening at the front to show off the area between her breasts.

Kelli and Clyde had unfinished business from the 24/7 match in a supermarket that was brought to an end when the Brat Pack sneaked in to steal the belt. Although Kelli knew that that wasn't really Clyde's fault, it didn't stop her from wanting to exact a bit of revenge for not walking away with the belt that day. She just smirked knowingly Clyde's way, pressing one fist into the other palm

"Ohoh.. Boy are you screwed." She teased, knowing the situation wasn't exactly fair but not caring. She liked to feel that she didn't need two partners to take Clyde down but at the same time she felt this was more just suppose to be a declaration of thorns of a rose and their intent rather than a match.

"Fucking Seal?" Clyde quipped with a raised eyebrow, how long had it been since he heard this song? Did anyone even remember it? And why was it the theme for this supposed punishment team? This was the least fearsome track he's ever heard for a wrestling trio.

Speaking of not fearsome, the first girl soon followed out, it was the one he didn't recognize. Short dark blue hair and a flawless looking body hidden behind a rather skimpy and revealing attire. The sight of Aoi gave Clyde butterflies in his stomach, he had enough experience to guess things about tension wrestlers and if his hunch about Aoi was right, he was only going to end up feeling even more comfortable around her. Following Aoi, the secend entry was none other than... Emi Keyes. The sight of her made Clyde shudder slightly he remembered what she had done to his balls at the omega hotel. That wasn't fun at all.

Before Clyde could set his eyes on the last and very familiar entry, he would find himself greeted by Aoi who had slipped into the ring and bowed to him. Clyde looked at her with caution and deep frown as he had no intentions to trust anyone's politness if they were working for Melissa! Now Aoi was explaining the situation, telling him he was sent to punish him. He rolled his eyes as he heard that load of crap before she went on to explain her own situation, getting close to him, eerily close.

"H-HEY!" He protested, about half tempted to shove her before she suddenly placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned in so close, her hot body so close to his, making him swallow instantly as he heard her out, getting a chill up his spin as she her silky breathy whispered tickled his ears as she... Encouraged him to win? Clyde looked at her with a deeply confused and conflicted face, frowning deeply as Aoi backed away and bowed... showing off her bountiful cleavage that Clyde of course would peak at.

Clyde had been though enough matches to know that you couldn't always trust the 'innocent' ones in Tension because it was most likely a trap, HELL, one of the best examples was right here! Freaking Emi Keyes was her name as she strolled up yo him to talk trash, poking the unamused cowboy in the chest and threatening to bruise his testicles... Again.

Clyde shuddered at the thought his face settled into a scowl directed at Emi. "Leave my hat outta this." He said sharply, watching her back off and then exchanging a few words with Aoi, causing Clyde to furrow his brow, if Aoi really was forced to be here, it could explain that little exchange, that she didn't support Melissa Sellers evil bitchery.

And last but not least, a certain biker would be making her way around the ring in her motorcycle. Clyde felt like was swimming with sharks right now. And Kelli, in his experience was probably the most dangerous one. "WELL WELL WELL! IF IT AIN'T KELLI DIVANETTI!" Clyde exclaimed like a long lost relative, taking a moment to check out the Biker chick from head to toe as she got in the ring, naturally scoping out ample breasts that he been acquainted with during their last fight. Yeah, she looked hot in leather. She'd look better sprawled ou after a well placed stunner... He owed her big time. If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't have been pinned by those damn Brats for the 24/7 Title!

"Tch. I'll say. Every guy in the locker room is gonna hate me now for getting this oh so opportunity." Clyde mused in response to Kelli's words. "Oh but I'm gonna love showin you who's boss 'round here, missy." He tell her before taking a look at all three roses, still not knowing if Aoi was telling the truth or not but regardless...

"Man... Y'all make this look like a really bad porno, ya know? Anyway... Look! I ain't care if its 1 on 1, or 2, or 1 on 3! Yer boss sucks balls and If you fight me, yer goin down!" Clyde declared to the trio from his corner.

Aoi watched the other two enter and the boisterous cowboy take it in. Maybe her angle had some glimmer of hope after all? Maybe not. Either way, Aoi certainly wasn't going to stick around while they figured out who would start.

The blue haired vixen slipped through the ropes and took her position in her corner.

Emi watched as Kelli entered into the ring and engaged with Clyde. "Well it looks like you two have some history. So, i think i will late you have the first go at him." Emi said as she slipped out of the ring to wait in her corner. "Just save some of him for me."

Emi then gave Clyde a quick glare "I hope you put up more of a fight than last time." Emi with a laugh as she waited for the match to start.

Kelli moved away from the turnbuckles a bit as the other two stepped out onto the apron to make way for her to start off the match.

"Well then... I'm looking forward to seeing you show me just who is boss round here. Somehow I doubt the boss would end up bent over in the position you are in right now." Kelli teased as the ref quickly checked to make sure that Aoi and Emi was out of the ring before calling for the bell. Kelli moved into a fairly loose wrestling stance, showing off her confidence.. Probably confidence with just explaination though as she circled around towards him looking for an opening.

Clyde scoffed at Emi's words, rolling his eyes before he pointed directly at her. "Oh don't you worry, lady! You gon get yer's soon enough! I ain't forgotten what ya' did ta' me and I intend ta' make you pay fer that, ya damn cheater who didn't even fight me for real!" Clyde growled at Emi before turning his attention to his current opponent, Kelli. A familiar face indeed. Clyde would step out right as the biker did, keeping his eyes locked tight on her.

Her teasing statement however made him frown deeply as she verbally gutted him right there. "Heh...Didn't think you had a kinky side to ya at all. I'll have ta' remember that too. Even If I lose, I'll be sure that you're the one who gets fucked the most... Toots." He declared in a sly tone, his tongue hanging out the corner of his lips.

Finally the bell rang and Clyde would circle with Kelli, his hands level with his waist, showcasing that he was being more cautious than Kelli. But if she didn't make the first move, Clyde would, by immediately going for a lockup with Kelli, grabbing her shoulders before trying to break from her and grab her right arm with both his hands before he twisted himself to the side and fell back suddenly, trying to pull Kelli into a swift armdrag and fling her over him.

Kelli moved up to Clyde, reaching her hands for his shoulders as she accepted the lock up and pushed her small dynamite body forcefully against him to try and use all of her weight to her advantage no matter how small it was. They kept the strain on each other for a couple of moment and just as Kelli was about to try and lift her knee right into Clyde's exposed stomach, the cowboy made his move first.. Grabbing her arm and twisting it around, he flipped her over into an arm drag.

"nh!" Kelli grunted out faintly as she landed on her back, the momentum carrying her over into a roll right afterwards. She'd try to get over onto her hands and knees, turning to face Clyde as quickly as she could as she slipped one hand around behind her back where she had hit the mat