Clyde Gastin Vs. Irene Inger

Clyde didn't drop Irene out of pity, he was far from done with her. "Nobody! But ya wanted me ta' let ya go so soon!" Teased the cowboy as he watched Irene stagger up before reaching out for a handful of her lovely black hair, pulling her in close before he tried to scoop her body up in a bridal carry before dropping to a kneel, letting Irene's lower back drop right over his knee for a back breaker!

If that worked, Clyde would keep Irene over his knee and put one hand on her thigh and the other on her chin, pushing downward, trying to bend the and stretch the poor girl in half right over his knee!

"Hnn!"

“Ergh!” Irene yelped as her hair got tugged on. It was such a tempting target, but Irene was a little too vain about her appearance to do the smart thing and cut it shorter. In any case, Clyde reeled her in close and scooped her into his arms before dropping her across his knee, rattling her sternum with the impact but eliciting no yell as it knocked the wind out of her.

Irene groaned, softly at first, then louder as two strong arms started pressing down on her, arching her back across his thigh. “G-guh!” Irene spluttered, having a hard time even articulating her pained cries with Clyde's hand pushing against her chin. She clasped his arm with both of hers and struggled to make him let go, but his muscles were like steel and wouldn't budge. She needed something more, so she would bring up the leg that Clyde wasn't pressing down on and attempt to thrust her foot into his bicep. If she could just move that arm off of her thigh for a moment, she'd be able to roll off of his leg and slip out of the hold.

"Hnn!" Clyde pushed down on Irene's thigh and chin, bending her slender torso in two as she tried to push him off but to no avail. It wasn't until she used her free leg that she earned her success and managed to shove herself off.

Clyde however wasn't going to let her get away. He'd watch her roll off of him and would wait for her to stand before he tried rushing her. If it worked, Clyde would scoop Irene up in his arms and squeeze at her lower back, pressing her lithe body against his chest while he tried to squeeze the fight out of her with a tight bearhug!

As soon as Irene got back to her feet and moved away from the ropes, Clyde was on the offensive once again. An audible gasp escaped from Irene's mouth as he rushed her, but her surprise didn't mean she would simply allow him to capture her again. As the cowboy came into contact, Irene's arms shot out to wrap around the back of his neck. She hopped in place, planted her boots in Clyde's stomach and pulled back with all her might, attempting to throw him straight over her with a monkey flip!

That was the plan, anyway. Clyde had rushed her so quickly that Irene hadn't had time to really plan the move out in her head. Monkey flips were easy to botch, and Irene realized mid-flip that she didn't have enough force to complete the move. She would pull Clyde forward and end up on her back, but instead of flying overhead, Clyde would simply land on top of her, pinning her down rather awkwardly. Finding herself speechless, Irene's face would turn red as the crowd laughed at her mistake, and Clyde would have all the time in the world to figure out how to make the best of this new spot they were in.

Charging after the smaller Irene, Clyde intended on crushing the poor girl into submission. He knew he could do it too!

But the attack didn't go as planned. Irene's arms went around him and leaped up all of a sudden! Clyde's eyes shot wide as he felt her feet against his stomach and he braced for the inevitable impact that sort of never came.

They stumbled instead and Clyde was dragged down atop of Irene and landed right on top of her! "Guh!" Grunted the cowboy as he fell on Irene, blushing as he felt his chest and thighs, even his crotch mashed against the blushing brunette.

"H-Heh... Ya gave it yer best shot." He said to her, eyeing her slyly as he tried to push his hips against Irene and pin her wrists over her head, laying his chest down over her's and burying his face into the side of her neck, his breath tickling the side of her neck as he tried to secure a tight, frontal pin, much to the joy of the crowd.

“Don't patronize me!” Irene griped, her face red and burning. At first, she was too mortified by her previous mistake to offer any real resistance to her opponent. Her heart pounded excitedly as Clyde enveloped her, grasping her wrists to pin her arms securely above her head, stretching her out as his body pressed down on hers. The hot breath on her neck just added salt to the wound, eliciting a small, involuntary giggle from her, a giggle that she hoped to god Clyde had not heard.

Irene was feeling more than a bit titillated right now, and it seemed like the cowboy was going for that effect. At the very least, his choice of pin was a definite crowd pleaser, a show of dominance to get them all worked up. Alas, it was a pin, and the killjoy ref insisted on moving in to count her out. He slapped the mat once, but before he got to the second count, Irene's hips were slowly starting to push up. Powering her way out of her muscular rival's hold was out of the question, but planting her feet into the ground and working her abdominal muscles gave her just enough leverage to bridge. She couldn't quite muster the strength to buck him off, and now it looked like he was riding her, which just riled up the crowd more. Fortunately, the ref would stop counting whenever her shoulder inched off the mat. If Clyde couldn't get the pin, he would have to release her...right?

“Hmm...getting pretty exciting, isn't it?” Irene remarked, as her bridging pressed their hips together even more tightly, allowing her to feel just how excited he was.

"Jus' tryin' ta' make ya feel better bout it!" Clyde quipped as his lips teased Irene's shoulder and lower neck with each spoken word as he pinned her firmly, blushing as he felt his bare skin ground tightly against her firm, lithe and curvy body. Truth be told, Clyde didn't mean to make the position sensual, but it was certainly happening and he couldn't deny he was liking this.

Still, he was trying to win and worked to keep Irene down for the pin until she broke up by actually lifting her lower body with the aid of her trained abs, causing Clyde to ride her a lil, going along with the motions that made the crowd roar and holler while the cowboy shut his eyes, biting his lip and sucking in air through his nose as he felt her hips so tightly against his. This was just plain cruel.

"Mm." He grunted in response to her words. Her body felt so nice, Clyde couldn't resist pushing his very excited lower half, tightly against her crotch, as if he could score a pin with their lower bodies.

"...I'll say." He huffed with a grin, knowing she had been working him up the entire match. "Yer a massive tease." He added as he tried to slide forward, grinding his excited lower self along her waist and abs before trying to sit down on her chest in a school girl pin.

Why, oh why did Clyde have to wear tights as part of his wrestling outfit? Nothing was left to the imagination as his crotch massaged hers through the thin layers of clothing that both of them wore. Blushing fiercely, Irene bit her lip to suppress a grin of guilty pleasure, her eyes rolling back into her head as the cowboy started sliding upward, this time coming to rest right on top of her upper chest as he held her down even more firmly.

“Mmm...I'm n-not the only tease around here,” Irene moaned excitedly as the ref moved in for another count. Honestly, Irene didn't even want to break this pin. She wanted to let Clyde hold her tightly, his muscular body continuing to warm hers. Alas, this fight needed to go on. She wanted a victory over this texan juggernaut, but she was beginning to realize that she wanted more than that. She didn't just want to beat Clyde. She wanted him, period!

First, however, she needed to escape. With the lower half of her body more or less free, Irene brought her legs up as far as she could, aiming to clamp them around Clyde's head. Once she held him in a makeshift scissor hold, Irene would aim to push her legs back down, to tug Clyde off balance enough to finally push up and topple him over.

Clyde huffed as he tried to pin Irene with a sly grin on his face, sliding his crotch over her chest to try and weigh the poor girl down, seeing her eyes lewdly roll into the back of her head, hearing her exited moan made Clyde look down at her with a sly smile, thinking of ways he could further mess with Irene until he felt her legs suddenly shoot around his head!

"Gah!" His eyes lit up, grasping her thighs bfore he was suddenly toppled over, put flat on his back and looking up at the ceiling after a sudden tumble.

Irene's toned legs pushed Clyde onto his back, and she was able to leverage their shared motion to pull herself up as well. He would have no time to recover before she scooted forth and took a seat on top of him, facing toward his lower half with a comfy seat on his chest. He made a nice cushion for her, and she wanted to tease him some more, but she couldn't afford to waste her advantageous position that way.

“Let's work these abdominal muscles of yours,” Irene called over her shoulder, before looking forward and winding up a punch aimed at his stomach. She wasn't a heavy hitter, unlike him, so she needed to hit him relentlessly while she had the chance. She followed her punch up with another, then another, alternating left and right to tenderize his vulnerable midsection as much as possible.