Clyde Gastin Vs. Mariko Ishii (Complete)

Times had been rought for Clyde as of late. The Battle Royal, the handicap match, his injury, the strange breakup with Mercy, his dealing with Allison, his sister getting ambusehd. It was safe to say Clyde had it hard. But he hung on.

He was back to work soon enough like nothing happened. Mercy was on his mind and work was the best way to keep her out. Wrestling and Fighting were his favorite things to do and even though AFW gave him hell, he couldn't deny that the ring was his home and always provided the best kind of therapy. He needed it.

"No Compromise" by Rebel Meets Rebel began to play throughout the arena, brown smoke, looking like dust, covering the entrance stage as the southern heavy metal jam began blasting through the arena speakers as the crowd began to stand on their feet to cheer for the Cowboy who would emerge from the smoke and step out onto the entrance stage, wearing long black tights, black wrestling boots, matching pads on his knees and elbows and white tape upon his wrists. Along with a sleeveless black denim jacket. Only his cowboy hat was missing.

"Yeah! Lets rock, Baby!" Clyde yelled out as he made his way down to the ring, pointing to the crowd at his right as he went up to the ring, went up the steps and climbed the turnbuckle standing atop it as he raised his fists above his head to the crowd before tossing his hat and vest down below outside the ring. He then gripped the top rope and pushed himself up slightly before vaulting into the ring giving a brief bounce before he leaned back into his corner, waiting for the arrival of his opponent.

After quite a bit of extensive training, Mariko finally felt prepared to pursue a life as a wrestler for the AFW. She’d left her home and family behind, and was determined to prove to herself that this sacrifice and all of her training hadn’t been a wasted effort. And fortunately, it was not long after her arrival that she was notified of her first match. Now in the backstage section of the arena, it was only a matter of minutes before her debut match. Confident as she was, she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a little nervous, though she did well not to let it show. She knew nothing about her opponent’s recent struggles and injury. All she had been told was that it was a male about her size, a veteran, and a talented competitor. “Talented, huh? I certainly hope so.” she had replied with a chuckle.

Mariko’s wait finally came to an end as “Humble Neighborhoods” by P!nk began playing over the arena’s speakers. Taking a deep breath, her lips then formed into a confident smile as she walked out onto the stage. Dressed in a low cut golden top and matching shorts, thigh highs, white boots and a red jacket that hang loosely around her arms, Mariko’s hips swayed from side to side as she walked down to the ring. A multitude of camera flashes among the cheering crowd, everyone seemingly wanting pictures of the newcomer. After giving a playful wink to a fan or two she stepped between the ropes and entered the ring, moving to her corner before removing the small jacket from her arms and dropping it outside the ring.

Turning to face her opponent, Mariko’s lips curled into an almost seductive smirk as she got her first look at him. “Well well, aren’t you a handsome one.” she said, walking to the center of the ring and placing her hands on her hips as her eyes scanned Clyde from head to toe. “Hmm, I can already tell this is gonna be fun.”

Clyde perked his head up at the theme that played for the woman that appeared with enticing white boots a low cut, shiny gold top and matching shorts that were quite... Short. A woman who looked very mature but around his age as well and walked with sultry charisma. She had Clyde's eyes completely locked on her swaying hips that rocked left to right with each sultry step she took before getting in the ring.

Sometimes Clyde had to ask himself what he did to be so lucky in life.

He'd smirk at her words, lowing his head to hide that bit of bashfulness he had from such a pretty lady. "Shucks." He said coyly before lifting his head to eye Mariko who stood in the cetner of the ring with her hands on her hips. Always the alluring pose.

"Yeah? I could say the same here, missy." Clyde mutters as he approaches the center of the ring, standing a couple feet away from Mariko, donning a cocky grin on his face. "Just hope you can keep up, darlin'." Flirting was fun, she was fun to do that with but he was also weary of her and extremely cautious. His last bout had left him very tense.

The slightest of chuckles escaped Mariko's lips upon hearing Clyde's words. Rather than giving a direct response to what he'd said, she instead took a step forward, placing one hand softly against his chest as she leaned in to position her lips right by his ear before almost whispering, "You know, you've got quite a nice-looking face. It's almost just like a throne waiting for its queen~"

Allowing a fingertip to ever so lightly drag across his chest as she pulled back, that seductive smirk never left Mariko's face even as she turned her back to Clyde and slowly walked back to her corner, giving him quite a nice view of her sexy rear as she went. And though she knew he'd likely make her work for it, Mariko intended to take her place on her "throne" before this match was over.

Once she was in her corner, Mariko turned back to face Clyde again, now just waiting for the bell to ring to officially start the match.

Mariko stepped forward and Clyde tensed up immediately, flinching cautiously as he felt her soft hand touch his firm chest as she eerily leaned in close to him, feeling the gentle breaths from her mouth as she whispered so close into his ear, sending a chill up the boy's spine, fidgeting in place, her sultry words making his cheeks go red and his eyes widen when he clearly spelled out her desire to dominate and sit her curvy ass right on his face.

She'd leave with her fingertips gliding over his chest, turning her back on him and swaying those hips back to her corner, showing off that round ass that she wanted to use on him. She left Clyde frozen speechless, mouth open and his head full of so many lewd images...

And yet he found himself angered as well. She sounded no different from any other sadistic witch who got her jollies humiliating submissive men. Having recently endured humiliation, Mariko's words struck the cowboy deeply, his eyes narrowing at the woman before a sly smirk creeped over his face as he reacted hastily, not even letting Mariko reach her corner as he followed her and raised his hand.

"You mean a throne fer..." He then lashed his hand out and went to swat Mariko's rump as hard as he could. "This ass!?"

The sensual display from Mariko seemed to have Clyde flustered… At first. But as the beauty had begun moving back to her corner, she stopped and let out a lout yelp as her opponent shocked her by swatting her ass. For a moment she was completely silent and motionless where she stood, a light blush forming on her cheeks. She'd already shown a bit of her sadistic side, and now it was the masochist in Mariko making itself known, though only for a moment.

Regaining her composure, her confident expression re-emerged. But something was different now. Though she didn't outwardly show it, it was almost as if an evil aura had begun to surround her, and it was obvious her intentions for this match had just become a bit more sinister. Mariko wasn't one to be easily angered, but she'd make sure he paid for that smack on her ass. "That…was a mistake..."

The bell then rang. And at the exact second it did, Mariko quickly spun and hurled a knee right toward Clyde's stomach, before tossing an arm over his neck to try to pull him into a tight headlock with the side of his face pressed right up against her breast.

Clyde grinned after swatting Mariko's golden rump, having no qualms about playing a little dirty to show Moriko he was no doormat despite her effective charms. But he got cocky, and honestly didn't know if this girl knew how to wrestle or was just a pretty face.

But as the crowd cheered on the bold spank that had Clyde grinning and shrugging to the crowd, he got his answer regarding Moriko's skills, more or less, when she spun around and fired a knee into his stomach! "Oough!" The blow tested his abs, making him double over slightly with a near breathless gasp escaping his mouth before getting shoved right up against Moriko's perky breast.

"N-Nnff...Mf..." He panted and snorted with his cheek being pressed up against the girl's breast, his face going bright red at the feeling as he hugs her waist from his bent over position.

"...Didn't feel like somethin' ta regret! Heh." Tautns Clyde from the headlock, forcing a smile as his arms lock around the woman's waist.

Chuckling in response to Clyde's words, Mariko wrenched on the headlock to add some extra discomfort to the hold. "Oh, you will. I'll make sure of it."

It seemed Mariko had gained an early advantage, but she knew that wouldn't mean anything if she didn't capitalize on it. Aiming to do just that, she shifted a leg in front of Clyde's, before twisting her body and pulling down on his currently trapped head and neck. If successful, this would trip the cowboy and flip him onto his back, with Mariko still tightly holding on to the headlock.

"You holding up alright down there?" she would ask teasingly while smirking down at him before bringing her free hand up and running it over his head, like a master would to a pet or a parent to a child, just as a minor extra show of domination early in the match. Anything she could do to get in her opponent's head even just a little could potentially make a difference as the match went on.

Mariko wrenched the hold tighter and made the cowboy wince immediately, feeling his cheek get forced further up against his foe's ample breast

"...Nmf..." Clyde huffed against her tit, smirking just barely through the discomfort of the headlock upon hearing Mariko's words.

"-Mh... Oh.... Do tell... Bet all you can do is- He muttered with sarcasm, about to mock Mariko's wrestling ability that she no doubt lacked!

At least that's what he expected before he felt Mariko's hips bury against his own as she twisted and pulled to fling the cowboy right off his feet! "-Wa!?" He gasped as he was flipped him over her side to drop him flat on his back with a superb headlock takedown.

"Ough!" He grunted as his body smacked against the canvas, bouncing up slightly, still trapped in the headlock with her bust still pressing down against his cheek. "Mgh!" He grunted when he realized where he was, kicking his feet at the mat as he tried to force his way out of the hold until Mariko's hand came along and ran over his head, indeed like a mother to a child or a master to a pet. The crowd was quick to voice their approval of the sight while Clyde himself had his cheeks blushing bright red, feeling downright embarrassed and humiliated as she toyed with him so tauntingly.

"Lady!" He exclaimed in frustration. "I look like a child ta' you?" He muttered before trying twist his body to the side while kicking one of his legs up trying to bring it over Mariko's neck and push down in attempt to wrap her up in a quick Head-scissor.

"No. You look like my pet." Mariko replied just before Clyde attempted to escape his predicament by trying to catch her in head scissor. This was exactly what the vast majority of people held down in this position would do and Mariko saw it coming form a mile away. Predictable, but it still worked, and momentum shifted back to Clyde for now as Mariko's head was trapped in his hold. "Tch…"

But again, uncomfortable as it was, this was nothing new for someone like her. Balling a hand into a fist, she began to slam it repeatedly into Clyde's left thigh hoping to force the cowboy to loosen his hold even just a little, because that's all the opening she would need.

If indeed the beauty was successful in this, she'd remove her head from the hold at the first possible instant before grabbing onto the same leg she'd just assaulted with her fist. Mariko would then grip his foot under her arm and lean back as she twisted it with a heel hold. And just for extra measure, she would wrap both her legs around around his left leg to add a grapevine-like effect to the submission hold.