Hardstyle Hentai: Clyde Gastin Vs. Eri Fukuzawa

Match Type: Hardstyle Hentai
Winning Conditions: The wrestler who makes her opponent orgasm will be declared the winner.
Special conditions: The match is fought in a standard wrestling ring and normal wrestling is encouraged in addition to hentai moves.

"Why the hell am I doin this...? I thought I gave up this kinda crap!" Clyde groaned as he shifted the Tension World Title over his shoulder. This was his first Hentai match in years and the first one that he had actually AGREED to in even more years!  But times had changed and well he was ready to try something new. With Mercy out of his life and his new found bachelor lifestyle he was sort of trying to embrace it.  Bring on the good times, he guessed. One hentai fight couldn't hurt.

"Heavy Is The Head" by The Zac Brown Band began to play as Clyde Gastin emerged on the entrance stage with the world title over his shoulder, wearing long black wrestling tights with matching boots and pads on his knees and elbows. He shyly waved to the fans that were hooting and hollering, especially the screaming girls that were eager to see the cowboy in action again.

"I shouldna did this! What the hell was I thinking! What would Eliza think!?!?" Panicked the Champ inwardly but there was no turning back. He sighed and slid under the ring ropes, raising the title high before handing it off to a ring tech who put it away while Clyde stretched himself out in his corner, ready to hurry up and get this over with! Although he secretly hoped he would have a good time too.

Standing backstage as music boomed throughout the stadium, Eri nervously looked out the entrance into the elaborate arena ahead of her, and then back to the form in her hand. Yep, this was the place. Well... this was a place, and the form in her hands inferred something about paying work, and nobody had stopped her from getting this far. In fact, a few of the staff helped her find her way around as she aimlessly wandered the halls. So, yeah, this was probably the place she was supposed to be. To do that thing she was supposed to be doing. Whatever that was.

As the noise died down a bit, Eri cautiously wandered out through the open entryway, and almost immediately, Omega Rythm by Uplift Spice boomed over the speakers. Eri really liked that song, so this was a good sign she was in the right place. Or, perhaps, that she was in the right wrong place. Either way, she made a considerably convincing effort to act like she knew what she was doing, confidently strutting down the ramp and stopping just in front of what appeared to be some sort of boxing ring, before climbing in. After all, the only people in this whole damn place that didn't seem to be here for the show were in this ring.

In the opposite corner was a well-built half-naked guy with some sort of huge medal or something over his shoulder, and the only other person in the ring was what looked like a soccer referee. So, maybe it was some sort of Olympics tribute or something? That meant she probably just had to stand around and look pretty, but... maybe some subdued questioning would help her out here.

"Hey," she called out in a hush-hush tone, waving the man in the ring over to her. "You're here for... uhhh..." she stopped, looking down at the form again before letting it drop to the mat, "'Friction entertainer' too, right?" Eri paused for a moment, careful to cover her tracks. "N-not that I don't know what this is. I just want to make sure you're in the right place is all."

Clyde took a deep breath as his opponent's music began to play and out came this super hot and cute japanese girl who was quite petite compared to him. He blushed a bit at the sight of her as she confidently strutted down the ramp and climbed into the ring. She was incredibly attractive and although Clyde had been around the block a lot, he found himself a bit shy about 'fighting' this Eri girl in this type of match up in front of everyone. She sure was a hottie.

Hearing her speak up though, Clyde blinked and leaned in a bit.

"Fr-..." He blinked and furrowed his brow Just where in the world did she think she was!? Friction was three hours away! He would however nod that he knew HE was the right place. If she knew what 'this' was, then she probably just mixed up the names.

"Yeah... I uh... Am." He said with a nervous rub of his neck. If she was cool with everything he should be too. "Well lets put on a good show, huh? No hard feelings and junk." Clyde said as he stepped back into his corner, already a bit eager as he eyed his opponent.

Ding!

The bell rang and Clyde came out charging, trying to rush Eri and squash her with his body right up against the corner with a full speed body splash!

The answer Eri got was not as helpful as she was hoping, but she mostly just had herself to blame. The trouble with being really vague all the time was times like this, where people assumed everyone there knew what was up. It certainly helped with her cover... but she'd have to wing it from here on. Maybe mimic whatever half-naked guy or soccer chick did, starting with backing into the opposite corner. If there was one thing she could do better than most, it was improvise, and she had more than one experience of keeping up with a routine on the fly.

At least, she thought that was her biggest strength, but when a loud bell was immediately followed the blonde guy charging right for her, Eri's brain froze completely. What the actual fuck was going on here.

Before she had properly processed the situation, Eri's body was squashed between the corner post and the man in front of her, and the sudden impact felt like every muscle in her body had been squashed into a tiny, painful ball before being released. In reality, it hadn't done quite that much damage, but the suddenness and unexpectedness of it all made it hurt a lot more. With a groan, she slouched into the corner, her arms draped over the top ropes as she tried to get her bearings.

Clyde shut his eyes just before squashing Eri and felt the impact of his toned body against her much softer one as he crushed her. Clyde backed off and saw the petite fighter slumped in her corner with her arms draped over the ropes.

She was dazed and he pressed the attack as he grabbed her tie and pulled her forward like a leash until she was against him, holding the tie high before he leaned down and mashed his lips deeply against Eri's, kissing her deeply and trying to force his tongue between her lips to tangle with her pink muscle, as his free hand would try to cup her right breast and proceed to give her a firm squeeze before kneading her breast firmly.

"Mhhh..." He continued to kiss her firmly, pushing her back against the corner while he pulled on her tie to make sure their lips stayed attached.

As her mind scrambled to get a hold of the situation, Eri thought hard to figure what exactly she did to piss this guy off so much that he'd charge her like that in front of everyone. Was it something she said? Maybe he had similar insecurities to her, and asking him if he knew where he was set him off. Or maybe it was something else. She honestly had no idea. What she did feel pretty confident about is that no one would complain if she decided to give him a ta-

And just as abruptly, he yanked her by the tie and pulled her in close, and before their lips touched Eri already had a good idea of where this was all going. If she felt indignant at the sudden violence, this was... this was... well, he was pretty good looking, and tall, and... no! She never consented to this! Well... probably. Actually, there was a very real possibility she did and forgot. But it still made her uncomfortable.

"Mhhh..." Shit. She moaned. As much as she didn't want to admit it, this was pretty hot. Blondie was definitely getting a slap for this but... maybe in just a few more seconds...

Clyde smiled through the kiss as he heard Eri moan, this was working and he clearly had the Japanese hottie on the ropes, literally! Maybe he had the advantage because she was a Friction girl who had never been with a boy? He seemed to be in that mold a lot.

"-Awh!" Clyde broke the kiss and grinned at Eri, flashing her a wink before lifting his fist to tag her right in the abs with a stiff punch to make her double over, pulling her by the tie and stuffing her face against his crotch, rubbing his junk along her mouth and nose.

"Sorry bout this!" He exclaimed before trying to get his hand between her legs and scoop her up in his arms, carrying her back to the center of the ring as his hand between her legs began to rub at the center of her clothed muff.

Eri was almost a bit disappointed as her American (she assumed) counterpart broke the kiss, a thin trail of saliva still connecting their lips. The wink brought her back to reality, though, just in time for her to raise her hand and give him a hard sla-

"BWUH" she coughed as flesh sunk into fled, his tight fist slamming into her soft, open belly. To add insult to injury, he tugged on her tie like a dog on a leash, stuffing his groin into her face and rubbing it around. Still, the roaring cheers of the audience gave Eri the impression that this was standard fare in this ring, or at least acceptable behavior. That would be good to know… as soon as this guy let up. Which didn't seem like it'd be anytime soon. About as quickly as Eri could get a handle on things, her opponent (the term seemed pretty appropriate at this point) hand scooped her off the ground with his hand between her legs, giving her a nice rub right where it counts. Through her jeans and panties, it wasn't having much of an effect, but it still was embarrassing enough for her to start squirming. "P-put me down, you perv!"

Clyde huffed at Eri's words as she squirmed. "Don't act like you ain't too! You signed up fer this!" He said before twisting Eri and dropping her flat on her back with scoop slam!

If that worked, Clyde would pace around Eri, flex his arm above her and then fall to the mat to drop his elbow down on her exposed, soft belly with an Elbow drop!

Okay, so this pervy business was part of the show, apparently. That didn't seem entirely… well, legal, but she was here now, so she might as well roll with the punches.

That turn of phrase ended up feeling that much more ironic as the hurt continued, though, when Eri was slammed onto her back with a squeal. She hadn't really been in a hold like that before, and the impact against the mat rang out through her entire body. This didn't give her a whole lot of time to react as the brunt of his weight focused into his elbow, digging deep into Eri's belly as she emitted a harsh gagging sound. Her knees started to curl up and her arm caressed the point of impact as she coughed and groaned dizzily.