Clyde Gastin vs Haruko "Mileena" Akiyama

Match Type: Standard
Winning Condition: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout

Clyde Gastin:

VS

Mileena:

"No Compromise" by Rebel Meets Rebel began to play throughout the arena as Clyde Gastin made his way down the entrance ramp, wearing long black tights, matching pads on his knees and elbows, along with matching boots, greeted by a cheering crowd as he strolled down the ramp. He recalled his last match was a 6 man Tag that he had nearly one before being blind sided. Tonight he intended to make up for that.

He slid under the ropes and raised his arms for the crowd before making his way to his corner, slumping against it.

The arena lights shifted to shades of black and pink as "Inside the Fire" by Disturbed began playing.  The spotlight then shifted towards the top of the arena ramp where Haruko emerged from behind the dark curtain.  She was wearing what was unmistakably the outfit of a certain villain in a popular fighting franchise.  Man who had never even played the game recognized it, and cheered along as the woman seemingly strutted down the ramp.

Her attire seemed less utility, more sex appeal than the average, but it wasn't unusual especially on the Friction side of things in the AFW.  She slipped into the ring, making sure to slowly get up with her ass out and back straight.  Her eyes were even a creepy shade of yellow, although an astute person could tell they were clearly contacts.  She looked over at Clyde with a smirk hidden by the mask.

Clyde was not much a gamer and hadn't played a certain video game since he was a child going to his local arcade. As such, he was not so star struck by this woman dressing up like a game character, but rather her attire, did catch him off guard. His eyes were locked on her the whole time, she looked hot and his eyes were glued to her as she made her towards the ring.

Watching as she showed off her body, sticking her ass out as he creepy yellow eyes were locked on him. She was hot. And Clyde responded simply by winking coyly at her.

Haruko clearly grinned with a small laugh in response, her eye-smiles clear indications through the mask.  Oh, she thought, how ignorant he was of what she represented.  Somehow, it made his wink and attraction all the more symbolic and fitting.  It was a shame she didn't actually have rows of sharp teeth underneath her mask.

The bell rang and the match was underway.  Haruko walked along the ropes to her right, casually holding onto the top with her right hand as if using it as a guardrail.  She tilted her head on her neck, close to her left shoulder as she watched Clyde, curious how he was going to start their match.

The bell rang and Clyde marched over to Haruko instantly as she glided along the ropes, trying to wrap his arms around her body for a tight side waistlock.

As smooth as the scantily clad ninja acted at first, she didn't appreciate an opponent who was all business.  Where was the fun in that?  She wrapped one arm very tightly around the rope to keep her in place as Clyde immediately tried to make grab her, and with the other one clawed at Clyde's back as soon as he did make such a grab.

Clyde's face as already red when he got close to Haruko, her body was tight and perfect, curvy and voluptuous, it was hard to focus on the fight... Just a little bit.  But he went for the body lock and tried to pull her away, only to find himself stuck as she grabbed at the ropes behind her before feeling her nails suddenly claw up his back

"Hnnngh!" Clyde groaned, slumping into  Haruko as he winced from the pain, his chest mashed against her barely covered body, between her arms now.

The pink temptress swapped her grip on the top rope for the middle one.  She grabbed Clyde by the pants and pulled him with her as she collapsed in-between the ropes while firmly holding the middle rope so Clyde would tumble out of the ring unless he was quick to grab hold of something.

Having no where to go, Clyde went with the pink wrestler's momentum! "Ah!" He gasped as he was sent off his feet, flipping forward as Clyde tumbled over, hitting the apron, then the floor below, rolling about before coming to a stop. "Auuh.." He groaned, shaking his head, trying to shake it off and get back on his feet.

Haruko, with her arm tightly wrapped around the rope, flipped upside down instead of fully tumbling with Clyde below.  She held herself there for a second, deliberately enjoying being suspended like she was.  Then, she pulled herself up just enough to plant her feet on the apron.  With her balance restored, she stalked Clyde, waiting for him to get up before diving at him with a crossbody from the apron.

Clyde stood up just in time to see Haruko stalk him from above, having zero choice but to stand there, wide eyed as the woman suddenly leaped off of apron, much to the amazement of the crowd, crashing right into Clyde flattening him to the mat! Hard!

"GUUUH!" He groaned, legs in the air with the air forced out of him, pinned under Haruko's curvy frame as he hugged her body. "H-Huh...L-LAdy....Geez..."

The pink wrestler crashed against Clyde and though he broke her fall, she couldn't help but take a moment to regain her composure.  With a single loud breath, she got to one knee, grabbing Clyde by the hair.  "What's the matter cowboy?" she asked in accented English.  She yanked him up to his knees and dragged him to ring apron.

With barely any air in his lungs, Clyde groaned his hair was pulled, being forced to his knees by the woman, getting dragged over to the ring apron, wincing and growling at the pain,  trying to fight back, rearing his right arm back and trying to slam into Haruko's abs.

Haruko was caught off guard by the sudden resistance, bending over from the blow to her abdomen.  She may had looked like Mileena but she certainly wasn't as strong as her.  She responded with a half-breathed open palm slap to Clyde's back directly below her.

Clyde struck Haruko and breathed before having to take her retaliating strike that slammed across his back. "Haah!" He arched his body and winced, stiffening up from the blow as he stood on his knees before the seductive fighter.

After a second of breather, Haruko grabbed Clyde by the hair and pulled him up to his feet.  She tried to smash his head against the apron with vigor as the referee continued to count up.

Getting dragged over to the apron, Clyde had nowhere to go, wincing as his hair was pulled before... "Augh!" His head would bounce up off the apron hard, slumping against it as his held his forehead. "Uhn.."

The temptress then rolled Clyde into the ring.  She turned him face up with his head dangling off the apron.  She carressed him against her chest, looking down with a smile.  Haruko then slipped the mask just below her chin.  Three individuals in the crowd audibly cheered "Aww," at the sight of her not actually having rows and rows of sharp teeth.  It didn't matter though.  She leaned into him and planted a perpendicular and long kiss onto him.  

Clyde had a hard time believing he was being so easily dispatched. He was a veteran being tossed around with ease! This wasn't good and right now he wasn't in the best state either way as Haruko rolled the boy inside the ring with his head sticking out, the top of it against her ample bust, groaning as he looked up at her before she planted her lips against him. "M-Mmh!?" His eyes shot wide, the hot kiss making him kick and squirm, before she could even part it however, before she even struck him, Clyde reached up for her long black hair and tried to pull her head back while their tongues tangled.

Haruko hissed in pain as Clyde pried her off of him with the hairpull, both her hands releasing him and grabbing his wrists to try and make him let go.  "Ahh!  Let go!" she cried in Japanese.

Clyde licked his lips and gritted his teeth while struggling with Haruko, finding his wrists being pushed down from the awkward angle. "Thanks fer the... kiss by the way..." He groaned as he released Haruko's hair, trying to get free of her grip and roll from the ropes.

The temptress scowled at Clyde and quickly rolled into the ring in pursuit of him.

Seeing Haruko behind him, Clyde grinned while running away from her, going towards the ropes, trying to leap on them, springboard and then crash back into with a Crossbody!

The pink clad wrestler chased after Clyde only to get caught off guard by his aerial maneuver which hit her squarely in her abdomen, knocking her to the mat.  She grunted in pain, rolling to her side while grasping her stomach.

"Oof!" Clyde landed square on Haruko, flattening her. He grinned before shifting positions, grinding his body against hers as he slid along her skin eventually lining himself along her body, looking down at her with a cat like grin as he tried to pin her wrists down, pushing his hips against hers, his bare chest mashed against her barely covered bosom, moving his chest up and down along her as a means to tease her.

"So do you usually kiss your opponents or should I feel special?" He asked coyly as he sneered down at her.

Momentarily stunned, Haruko couldn't muster the leverage or strength to initially resist Clyde as he essentially straddled her.  It was embarrassing, but then again it was why she usually did this very thing to others.  It frazzled them.  As it did to her.  She had to keep her cool.  She stopped resisting, letting him pin her wrists down.  "I only kiss the hot ones~" she whispered seductively in English as the referee slid in beside them and counted a one loudly.

Clyde pushed his hips down harder against Haruko, smirking, thinking of Mercy and Jocelyn for a moment as he looked into the yellow eyes of his opponent that allowed herself to be pinned. "Might flatterin' babe." Clyde muttered slyly. "Im still gon' pin ya though," He said simply, leaning more into her.

"TWO!"

Haruko moaned as Clyde pushed himself harder against her body.  She returned the gaze right back at him and grinned.  "Don't tease me," she shook her head, and then suddenly smashed her forehead into his face indiscriminately.

Clyde bit his lip hearing Haruko moan. That was a little unexpected, much like her returning tease before she rammed her head against his face, hard!
"C-AAUGH!" Clyde eyes crossed as his head jerked back, his nose getting blasted hard, groaning with his tongue out before he slumped forward and fell  atop of Haruko, groaning with is face buried against the mat.

The pink-clad woman rolled Clyde off of her and then atop him, swapping their positions only with him facing down instead.  She straddled his back with her knees on the mat for balance, then grabbed both of his arms with the intention of crossing them in front of his neck and yanking back in a modified headlock.

Groaning after the headbutt dazed him, Clyde flopped over with ease, allowing Haruko to mount him, grunting as she grabbed his arms and crossed them in front of his neck. "N-Nh!" He struggled before she suddenly yanked back ."A-Acnk!" He gagged instantly, croaking as he struggled to breathe. "Nnnk! Hhhk!"

Haruko pulled left and right with a laugh as she choked Clyde with his own arms.  "I'm sorry, did I take your breath away?" she taunted with a single laugh.  After keeping the hold applied for a little while longer, she released him and shoved his head forcefully into the mat.

"G-Guaak! Naahk!" Haruko's joke wasn't funny, she was strangling the boy and he couldn't breathe, leading him to weakly gag and struggle against her grip, his struggles getting weaker as he fought to breath before being simply shoved to the mat.

"Hugh!" He hit the mat and flopped up a bit, his face buried in the canvas. "Uhhhnnnfff...." He groaned with a bit of drool seeping onto the mat.
The woman got to her feet, stalking around to Clyde's head.  "Aww..." Haruko frowned as she saw Clyde's drool.  "That's not very attractive.  We'll need to fix that."  Though it wasn't like what she did after had anything to do with her statement.  She hauled Clyde to his feet forcefully and attempted to irish whip him into the corner.

Clyde twithced on the mat at Haruko's feet, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath, only to be hauled up by the pink clad Ninja. "O-Ohh...." He groaned wearily, barely managing to stand as he stumbled around before being flung towards a corner.

"Oough!" He went back first into it, slumping against the corner with his arms draped over the ropes. "Uhh..."

The woman walked over to the other corner casually and gently held the top rope.  She then skipped forward and put her arms up.  Acrobatically, she did a cartwheel one way, then the other, then a half flip before finally leaping towards Clyde with a body splash.

Hanging limply in the corner, Clyde just dangled there, head down but slowly he picked it up just in time to see the Ninja gaze at him before breaking into a sudden cartwheel, then another, a flip and... "AUUUGH!" Clyde was smushed instantly getting flattned against the turnbuckle as he gasped over Haruko's shoulder, slumping into the corner with his head against the top turnbuckle and his butt seated against the middle one, groaning. "Oauauhhh aaau..."

The pink temptress rested her body against his in a breather for a moment with a smile on her face.  She pulled on his hair so he had to face her as if she was about to kiss him again.  Instead, though, she grinned with other ideas.  She tucked her head underneath his arm and lifted him so he sat on the top corner turnbuckle.  She then climbed onto the corner as well, positioning herself behind him.  Once more she grabbed his hair and pulled back to give him another vigorous kiss atop the perilous corner, setting him up for her Femme Fatale frankensteiner!

(Formatting shall be applied later )

Clyde blushed at the contact between him and Haruko, panting against her neck as he felt her chest compressed on him, she pulled his face closer and he panted against her cheeks with flustered breath as he expected their lips to meet again, but instead she pulled him into a headlock and got him on the turnbuckle, seating the dazed cowboy there as she went behind and grasped his hair.

He howled at the tug, wincing from its sting on its scalp before he felt Haruko's hungrily kiss greedily claim his mouth. He groaned within her kiss forced to endure it a point where, he accepted it and returned it, pushing his tongue against her, all while wrapping her head up with his arms and guding it over his shoulder before suddenly jumping up and off the turnbuckle.

Attempting to pull Haruko's lips from his and slam her chin first on his shoulder, taking her along with him to the canvas to deliver a Super Lone Star Stunner! Smashing her chin on his shoulder from at least 6 feet in the air!

She knew the cowboy was attracted to her, but after his sarcastic gesture of gratitude earlier Haruko hadn't expected him to actually return her advances.  That was, until, she felt his tongue embracing hers and returning her kiss.  She felt his arms embrace her head and pull her closer.  The seductress found herself loosening her grip on him and giving into temptation.  Lost in the kiss, she didn't feel Clyde shift her chin to the top of his shoulder...

...and pull her down into a super stunner!

The crowd gasped, one rather vocally exclaiming Holy Shit as the two dropped to the mat, the reversal...stunning them.  Haruko never saw it coming.  The impact sent her flying backwards.  Her momentum carried her under the ropes and she tumbled to the floor below.  She came to a stop sprawled out face down directly beside the steel steps motionless.  Some of the fans in the front row leaned over the barricade, looking to see if she was okay after that devastating move, but she didn't seem to be conscious.

The ring shook from the Stunner off the top ropes, the vibration surging around Clyde as he bounced on the mat upon impact, looking over to the side after collapsing to see a sprawled out Haruko on the ground. Motionlessness from the big ass Super Stunner that had sent the crowd into a frenzy.

Clyde slicked his hair back and shakily stood up with a grip on the ropes, looking down at Haruko.

"HEEEY!!! IS YOU DEAD!?" Clyde shouted obnoxiously while rubbing his sore ass.

Haruko didn't seem responsive even after Clyde yelled down at her. She laid sprawled out, face down, and motionless. The referee was counting up and had already gotten to five. Still, the pink clad woman stayed there on the ground...unresponsive to even the crowd's cheers and jeers. It had been quite a ridiculous stunner, and perhaps the slender seductress wasn't cut out for taking such hits like that.

"Damn. She IS dead." Clyde mused, wondering if he actually hurt the girl with his Super Stuner, he had never used it before and it was likely she got knocked out Cold! But Clyde wasn't the guy to be satisfied with a count out victory.

"Show ain't over!" He cried for the crowd that cheered for the gaijin in response as he leapt over the ropes to get down on the arena floor, walking over to Haruko and grabbing the hem of her tights as he raised his hand and tried to slam his palm hard against her ass. Swatting her rump to wake her up.

"Rise and shine!" He barked, back to his more joyous, something he knew he'd lose once the match was over and he was left to deal with his recent failures.

The count reset as Clyde jumped out, but still it didn't look like that would be enough time for Haruko to get up on her own.  He lifted her up and slapped her on the ass which got some response...probably not one he was hoping for.

Her hand shot up like a bear trap, clutching Clyde's testicles as if her life depended on it.  Her eyes, though, were still groggy and glazed as if she was only partly aware of her surroundings or what was happening.  That didn't stop her death grip on his weakest point.  Her other hand clung weakly to the side of his trunks as she looked up at him.  From the angle, the referee didn't actually see what she was doing.  And from the look in her eyes, it seemed like she may not have either.

Perhaps it was just a reflex.

Clyde was on his way over to pick up Haruko, this crazy masked ninja woman and continue her trouncing. That was the plan, since the Super Stunner had apparently put her out. But as he went over to her and reached out for her, she would in turn lash for him with a horrid grip on his balls!

"A-AAOOOOUUHH!!" Clyde howled in agony, his eyes bulging out as his mouth hung wide open, gasping in horrid pain as his legs shook, clutching Haruko's hand while he stood on shaky legs in front of her, biting his lip as he endured the pain while the crowd showered the woman in a hail of boos.

Clyde's shriek of pain seemed to register in the dazed Haruko's ears as she grinned and laughed out of breath. Like she always said, everyone had a weakness. Thankfully, all guys conveniently had it in the same place. And whether big or small...they all could be brought to their knees with a single move. The boos were like fuel to her, and she was somehow finding energy where there was none only seconds before.

The would-be assassin summoned the strength to step on Clyde's foot and then yank his trunks with her free hand to trip him into the steel steps beside them. She hadn't really known they were there in the first place, but it was sure as hell a perfect placement.

Clyde grimaced and writhed in pain as Haruko kept that lock on his jewels, making him groan in horrid pain as he was stuck in the woman's clutches, going no where in her claw trap as she grabbed his tights while stepping on his foot and then simply tripped him foward.

Clyde would fall face first into the steel steps, bouncing off the metal with a horrid clang. "Augh..." He groaned wearily, eyes crossing as he flopped off the steel and landed on his back on the outside of the ring, groaning wearily, sprawled out while he stared up at the lights, holding his jewels while his head was swimming.

"Ohh.."