Clyde Gastin Vs. Mariko Ishii (Complete)

Clyde's body tensed as the slam connected, hearing the sympathetic cries of the crowd as the Japanese beauty was folded over, earning a shower of flash photography as her tight shorts covered rear was put on display for a moment before the suplex bridge broke, making the two wrestlers flop to the mat.

"...Guh..." Clyde exhaled deeply, panting against the mat on his front before slowly raising up an arm and draping it over Mariko's chest, resting his head in front of her ear, where his breath would no doubt tickle her, the top of his head against her temple as he tried to secure a pin within his tired and battered state.

"ONE!"

With all the flashes of cameras going off in the arena, it was almost blinding for Mariko as she stared up toward the ceiling. Although, she was so tired she almost didn't even realize what it was they were in such a hurry to get a picture of.

Her sexy legs slumped down to the mat, and except for the raising and falling of her chest and stomach as she breathed, she was motionless as Clyde dragged himself over and draped an arm across the top of her chest. He felt his breath against her ear, causing a slight, involuntary flinch as it tickled her.

She heard the referee count to one, though her voice seemed so much more distant than it really was. But still, it was clear enough to tell Mariko she was in danger of losing if she didn't move soon.

"TWO!" the ref shouted as her hand struck the mat a second time.

Move, dammit! Move! she thought to herself. And just as the ref's hand was halfway down for the third and final count, Mariko suddenly grunted out and thrust an arm up, pulling her shoulder off the mat.

The second count was sounded off and Clyde held his breath, thinking he'd see the third but as The Ref girl's hand got about half way, he'd feel Mariko's body suddenly turn and break the count! Earning a loud unanimous gasp from the crowd as the ref girl yelled: "Two Count!"

Clyde panted behind Mariko, his arm draped over the side of her body now. "...Geez..." He mumbled from the mat, trying to recover a bit.

Mariko continued to pant after the count was broken, laying on her side with Clyde's arm resting over her side. The crowd was clearly shocked that the rookie was still hanging on, but Mariko was just focused on trying to get her footing and bearings back.

Slowly she began to drag herself along the mat, pulling herself toward the ropes. If she made it there, she'd then grab a hold of them and use them to start climbing back to a vertical base, her weary legs wobbling beneath her. "Come on, Mariko! Get up!" she muttered to herself.

Slowly, Mariko began dragging herself over towards the ropes and Clyde, in his tired state tried to not let her escape as he tried to reaach out for her ankle and stop her from crawling towards those ropes.

"Nh...Hey... Whats the rush?" He muttered through a half smile, trying to push himself up to standing position and grab Mariko's other leg, raising up her legs in front of him, panting heavily while trying to step between her legs and cross them together before trying to turn her onto her stomach to apply the dreaded Sharpshooter submission hold!

Mariko was reaching out for the ropes, her fingertips only inches away when she felt a hand grab around her ankle. "Shit!" she muttered under her breath. She knew she was in trouble, and whatever the cowboy had planned wasn't about to help her chances any.

And sure enough, he then grabbed Mariko's other leg as well, before stepping through them and turning her over for one of his signature Shaprhooters. "Aaagghhh!" she shouted out, pain surging through her as he bent her legs and back.

It was simply excruciating. She felt like she was going to snap like a twig at any given moment. And despite her competitive drive, a part of her wanted to just tap out now and end her suffering. For a moment, she heavily considered it, holding her hand up as if she was about to start slapping it against the mat. But somehow, she managed to work up the fortitude to resist, and instead began clawing out to try to pull herself to the ropes.

Fortunately, Clyde hadn't moved her too far away when he turned her over to apply the hold. It was so close it almost felt like the rope was taunting her. She only hoped she could close that short distance and free herself from her opponent's clutches.

Locking in the sharpshooter, Clyde grit his teeth and pulled back with all he had to apply the hold as best he could, wincing a bit as he heard Mariko's cry of pain, letting him know he had her locked in!

"Nnnnhhh... Just... Give... C-C'mon!" Clyde growled through the effort he was putting into securing the hold and trying to hold Mariko, getting a hand full of her smooth thighs was very nice but he was trying to do his job the right way.

But still, despite his best hold being used on her, Mariko fought on through the pain in her legs and lower back, fighting to reach for the ropes.

"Nuh uh!" Clyde exclaimed in a fit of urgency, gritting his teeth tighter as he tried to lift his hips off Mariko's body and try to walk forward in an attempt to move her towards the center of the ring, away from the ropes!

If this didn't work, the rope break was immanent but the veteran was trying to seal the deal right here and now!

"N-No!" Mariko barked back in defiance, trying her best to keep fighting through the intense pain in her back and legs. The ropes were so close she could practically feel them against her fingers. Just a little further…

Finally Mariko shouted out, using as much energy as she could muster to lunge her arm forward and grab a hold of the ropes. And just in the nick of time to. Because not even a full second after she got a hold of it, Clyde began trying to drag her back toward the center of the ring.

"Aaaggghhh!" she cried out in agony, holding on to the rope for dear life as the referee told the cowboy to break his hold. If he didn't she would once again start counting to five while waiting for him to comply.

"S-Shimata!!" Clyde spat as he started walking off with Mariko but felt the two being held back. He didn't even need to look to know that he was too late.

The ref girl told him to break and Clyde let go, falling to a kneel and panting heavily as he hung his head, feeling like he was running out of tricks.

"Dammit..." He muttered before standing up and walking with heavy steps over to Mariko, trying to guide her back up to her feet and turn her back to the ropes, pushing her hands aside before trying to deliver a hard knife edge chop across her chest!

Mariko gasped for air as Clyde released her legs, trying to regain as much of her energy as possible. But she wasn't given much time, as her foe soon began to guide her back up to her feet with her back against the ropes.

"Gah!" she gasped out as his hand chopped right over her chest, leaving a stinging pain that lingered as Mariko stumbled to the side, eventually bringing herself to the corner. She draped her arms over the top rope for support.

The rookie was running on fumes now, just hanging on by a thread. But she wasn't down and out yet. And fortunately, it seemed Clyde was in pretty rough shape too. It was just a matter of seeing who would cave first at this point. But in spite of her pain and fatigue, Mariko smirked at the cowboy. "Come on! Show me what you've got!" she shouted, trying to goad him into coming to the corner after her.