Stay away from my cousin!

May didn't know where he got off, acting like he was so tough. A few lucky dodges and he was cocky. All she needed was one good hit and he'd be down, and he'd have to stay away from Lilly. But he had to stay still first!

"It's me who will be hurting you!" May yelled, charging at the cowboy. One good hit, that's all she needed. But, instead of dodging her again, Clyde caught her as she hit him, and wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her in a light bearhug.

"Gh! L-let go!" she yelled, struggling and pushing at his chest to get free. Light or not, it was hard to breath, and struggling to get free wasn't helping. He had a lot of nerve touching her like this.

May pushed at against Clyde as his arms squeezed her, but no matter how much she pushed, she couldn't get him to let go. In fact, it just seemed to make him squeeze a bit harder.

"G-guh!" May cried as he bounced her. She could hardly breath through the hold, and her back was starting to hurt more the longer he held her.

Lilly, just outside the ring, slapped her hand on the mat. "May! Just quit! This is just going to get worse!" she shouted. She really hoped this would be enough to make her see that she was out of her league. A bearhug wasn't much, but it hurt, and May didn't have the experience to stand anything more than that.

"No!" May wasn't about to give up and let this loser keep seeing his cousin. Even if Lilly told her to stop, she couldn't. She had to do this for her.

The cheerleader tried slapping Clyde in the face, hoping that he'd let her go. She really didn't know if she could take this hold much longer.

May felt she was going to suffocate as Clyde crushed her in his arms. She needed to find a way to get free, because there was no way she was just going to give up. She had to do this for Lilly's sake! So she did the first thing that came to mind and slapped him.

Apparently, it was enough of a shock to get him to let go. May fell to the mat onto her hands and knees and sucked in a much needed breath, coughing here and there. The young cheerleader grit her teeth, slowly looking up to glare at the cowboy. He was going to pay for that.

"B-bastard..." Slowly, May rose to her feet, and when she felt she had the chance, she ran at him again, this time going for something much simpler. She threw a quick kick toward him leg, hoping to connect solidly with his thigh. He was bigger, and clearly physically stronger, but that didn't mean she couldn't make him hurt a little bit if she tried.

May, frustrated and pissed off at this hillbilly, sent a kick toward his thigh. This time, she managed to hit him without him dancing away like a coward. The cheerleader grinned, happy to hear Clyde let out a yelp of pain when her leg struck him.

"HA! How's it feel, huh?!" May shouted, proud that she gt a shot in. Now, all she had to do was get a few more and he'd be down for good. So, without thinking, and without noticing that Clyde was waiting for her, she threw another kick toward him. It worked once, it was bound to work again.

May, too cocky for her own good, threw another kick at Clyde's leg, expecting it to connect again. But the cowboy was ready. Once her leg hit him, but as soon as it did, he grabbed her by the ankle, yanking her leg hard.

The cheerleader's eyes flew wide as she fell down to the mat onto her side, letting out a grunt as she landed. She was about to try and get up, but Clyde held her foor firmly.

She tried to pull it away, but the cowboy held tight. With her foot held tight, he gave her ankle a good twist.

"AAhhhh! OwowowOWOW LETGO!" May cried pawing at the mat and trying to yank her leg back to get free. Little did she know, Clyde wasn't putting on that much pressure. But to her, it felt terrible. She heard him tell her to quit, but she refused. She didn't want to give him that satisfaction. Even so, she didn't know how long she could take the hold.

Lilly, at the edge of the mat, watched on, fidgeting back and forth as she watched. She knew it would come to this at some point, but she just wanted it to stop. "Clyde, I swear to god..." she growled to herself. She knew he knew not to hurt her, but the more she watched, the more she wondered if it was necessary.