Tension World Title Match: Clyde Gastin (C) Vs. Ami Takeuchi (W/ Daisuke Takeuchi)

The match was pretty even so far, with Clyde and Ami both dishing out punishment to each other. The supermodel was really being tested against the champ but she planned to go all the way, all out. After landing her knee against his rock hard abs, Ami grabbed him by the back of his head and leaped up, dropping down on her ass and slamming Clyde's face against it.

"Mngh, how did you like the taste of the mats, punk?"she smirked, brushing some stray stands of hair off from her face before pushing Clyde over onto his back, the supermodel quickly laid across his chest, trapping one arm between her legs while her arms went to grab his other wrists and pin it across him as she got him a cross body pin.

"ONE.........TWO....."

Clyde could barely answer as Ami taunted him. Instead he remained face down on the canvas until she rolled his limp body over, letting his limbs flop sprawled out as he lay on his back with his eyes closed and his chest heaving, feeling Ami's breasts mashing against his chest, the breaths their bodies in took, mixing together, feeling his wrist crammed between her creamy thighs while the other arm was held down... The count going to two!

"Raah!!" Suddenly Clyde sprung back to life, kicking his legs up violently and twisting his shoulder to break the pin before slumping onto his side, buried and nuzzled against Ami's body as he panted heavily, chest rising and falling.

The supermodel thought this was it, Clyde wasn't moving much when he was on his belly. All she had to do was turn him over and keep him down for the pin. When the referee reached to the count of two, Ami's eyes lit up- she was actually going to DO it. "I w-WHA! NO"her day dream was suddenly brought back to the harsh reality when Clyde kicked out, forcing his leg up and shifting to the side.

His body snuggled into the supermodel who's eyes were widened, in shock! Daisuke reminded her the match was still on and to snap out of her trance. Ami shook her head and nodded, her brother was right. He might have kicked out but she had the advantage. Ami quickly shoved Clyde off her body before getting on her knees, she grabbed his head to pull him up to a seated position where she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning over his back to lock in a sleeperhold.

Her body stuck tight to his back, her breasts mashed up against his back. Ami had her teeth gritted in effort as she squeezed her bicep around Clyde's neck, her cute bicep muscles bulging as she did as best as she could to squeeze his neck from behind in a seated sleeper.

A dazed Clyde Gastin had kicked out, he was left sprawled out on the canvas, panting and heaving until Ami shoved him off and grabbed his head, seating him up!

"A-Ackk!" Clyde gagged, wincing from the all the air deprived from his lungs as Ami locked in the sleeper and tried to knock him out! "Nnnnhhh!!" But the cowboy fought on, pulling with all he had on Ami's arm as he tried to force himself into a standing position before she put him to sleep!

Clyde kicked out but he was still in trouble, his trouble only became worse when the supermodel shifted him up a seated position and locked in a sleeperhold submission. Her body leaning onto his, her mouth close to his left ear as she whispered in his ear "Mmnghh come on, stop...struggling nad give up! If you submit now, I'll have a special present waiting for you, post match" the devious model cooed in her opponents ear.

She felt her arm being tugged on as Clyde rose to his feet, she tried to yank him back down but the stronger male got up and was loosening her grip up.

Managing to stand up, Clyde grit his teeth and fought with all he had, flushing as he felt Ami's breasts mashing against his back and her mouth so close to his ear that her hot breath tickled his ear as she cooed sensually and seductively!

"A-Aahh.....N-Noo..." Clyde groaned, blushing heavily as he thought of him and Ami... Together and alone and.... "Nh!" He shook his head as much as he could, trying to resist Ami's feminine wiles as he backed up towards a corner as fast as he could to try and crush Ami against the turnbuckle! Unaware the poor Ref-girl was getting boxed in, her body getting bumped against Ami and moved to the corner.

If Clyde's move worked, the poor ref would be smushed between Ami and the corner!

It seemed as if the noble champ was actually considering it as his words sounded as if they had a lot of doubt in them. Clearly the idea of receiving a gift from the supermodel was tempting to the blonde man.

Ami kept squeezing him, leaning her slender figure onto his back while Clyde kept backing up. The stronger man backed up, making the supermodel back peddle towards the corner, he picked up speed and finally Ami's back crashed against.....something softer than the turnbuckle? She heard the soft moan of a woman as she released Clyde, "Mngh ow, what the? Oh great..." Ami said in a annoyed tone as the referee had been knocked out.

Ami bit her lip and pushed Clyde forward a bit, as she wanted to reevaluate the situation now.

Clyde backed up with Ami until he hit something and heard someone drop, but eventually realizing that it couldn't have been Ami and he turned around just in time to see that it was the ref!

"Aw damn!" Clyde exclaimed as he saw the poor ref girl on the canvas completely out of it and hurt! Now the match had no ref!

Ami pushed Clyde forward and ignored him but the champ wasn't going to stop! He grabbed Ami's shoulder and spun her around before trying to clock her with a firm forearm right across the side of her head!

The hard fought wrestling match was now taking its toll on both Ami and Clyde, the two backed up and accidentally slammed the referee against the turnbuckle as the poor official went down on her back, clutching her head.

Ami pulled off Clyde, gasping over-dramatically with her palm against her mouth "OH MY! W-what did you do?!" she said,looking at the downed referee. Clyde wasn't going to be fooled, he was a champ and wasn't going to be caught in her mind games. He quickly grabbed at Ami's shoulder and spun her around, clobbering her with a forearm to the side of her head, making her stagger back to the ropes.

Daisuke, meanwhile, saw this as an opportunity to intervene. Grabbing a steel chair, he quickly sneaked in from the ropes behind Clyde and carefully made his way to him, he raised the chair and attempted to SMASH it against the back of his head to take him down.

"Whaddya mean what did I do!?!?" Yelled Clyde after clubbing Ami, who stopped and looked at the dazed referee, trying to decide if she should try and help her or continue to chase after his devious opponent that he knew he couldn't keep his eyes off of.

Unfortunately, the one opponent he DID keep his eyes off of was Daisuke, whom Clyde would never even see or hear enter the ring.

The cowboy had made up his mind to chase down Ami and continue working her over until the ref awoke but before he could even get to her, he would feel the cold weight of a steel chair suddenly clobbering the back of his skull, his entire head ringing as his noggin was cracked into concussion city.

*CLANG!*

Clyde's eyes crossed the moment he was struck, a horrid numb pain entering his head as everything went dizzy, only taking one single step towards Ami before he just collapsed face down on the mat, sprawled out and twitching on the canvas as his blonde hair was strained blood red.