Clyde Gastin Vs. Abbey Abraxas

Clyde's eyes shot wide with dread when Abbey's foot stepped between his legs, a look of horror very prominent when he realized what she might be trying. He didn't even waste his breath responding to Abbey as he instantly squirmed and fought for some kind of freedom, watching her cutely wink at him before she started turning him over! The crowd immediately gasping, realizing what Abbey was going for!

"S-Shit! No! N-Nhh!" He struggled and fought before being turned over into Abbey's own sharpshooter!

"AAAAUUUGHHH!!!" Clyde howled in agony, his abused back having already taken so much punishment and the sharpshooter was breaking him harder! Feeling like he was going to snap in two! He squirmed and thrashed violently from the center of the ring, unable to move an inch as the crowd erupted around him in a frenzy. The battered and wounded Texan couldn't struggle for long before he finally reached his limit, repeatedly slamming his palm on the mat and succumbing to the painful hold. The crowd erupting into both gasps and cheers as the wily cowboy tapped to his submission hold!

Abbey smiled as she locked in the hold. She was pretty sure that the Texan wasn't going to be able to fight back much more and the submission came fairly quickly after she locked in the hold. The blonde quickly untangled herself from Clyde as the bell rang and stood next to the ref, beaming as her hand was held up and the crowd roared.

Abbey nodded with approval. Clyde had given her more of a workout than she had expected, but that was ok. The match was fun and as far as she knew there were no hard feelings. At least, not on her end.

Once the referee let go of her hand, Abbey took a few steps forward and stood over Clyde. She lowered her arm and offered him a hand. "Good match, Dusty Trails." Abbey said with a bright grin.

The bell rang and Clyde felt his legs drop to the mat hard, defeat had sunk into him and his pride stung a little. He quickly reached for his aching lower back as he heard Abbey's theme being played while the crowd cheered for her, he couldn't even remember the last time he tapped out and he felt bad about losing... But at the same time, he wasn't upset either. He had no regrets, he gave it his all and Abbey beat him fair and square. He just hoped he gave her as much of a challenge as she did to him.

He felt like he had pins and needles in his spine. But he fought through the pain and tried to get up until Abbey's shadow loomed over him. He looked up and saw that infectious bright grin,  her words so pleasant he had to smile back.

"Yeah... Good match... You're pretty dang good!" He muttered through the strain to give Abbey his hand, letting her pull him up to his feet where he'd stagger a bit on his feet before he adjusted himself, trying to stand side to side with Abbey before raising up her hand, pointing at her with his free finger, earning another round of applause for Abbey, a wrestler that Clyde certaintly respected.

"Ma'am... You sure gave me one helluva match... You gon have ta' show me that sharpshooter reversal!" Said Clyde through tired, panting breaths as he gave Abbey a playful punch in the arm.

"I sure am!" Abbey said as she helped Clyde up. She blushed as Clyde held his hand up and shook her head. She giggled as he called her ma'am and looked at him. "Haha, ma'am? What's up with that? I'm not an old lady." She said and slugged him back a little harder, teasing him with a wink.

"Just called me Abbey!" She said as she turned to leave. "I can show you sometime. It's not so hard." She paused. "For me." She teased again. "Well, see you around, Dusty Trails. It was fun. You're not so bad yourself!" She chirped as she exited the ring.