Clyde Gastin Vs. Rhiannon Sellsword

The second kiss shared with Rhiannon was hot enough. The two wrestlers mixing tongue and saliva as they kissed hotly, feeling her voluptuous body lean against him as they shared their deep kiss before Clyde broke it, licking his tingling lips before striking Rhea with that hard uppercut that sent her stumbling back! "Whew! What a liplock!" He exclaimed as he eyed the girl with a wide grin.

He stood tall in front of her as she was visibly stunned, hands resting against his sides. "See? I can play dirty too." He added with a wry grin, having been victim to Rhea's sensual moves all night!

Pressing the attack, he moved up to Rhea, trying to bully her against the ropes with his body as he wrapped his arms around her waist before trying to lift her up and toss her over his head for a belly to belly suplex!

After being taken back a few steps by the uppercut Rhiannon wouldn't give her usual witty response, and instead would just direct an angry glare towards Clyde. However before Rhea could decide how she wanted to react to his disappointing breaking of the lip lock the man would charge her, using his superior strength and smaller, but much more muscular body to push her against the ropes so that she couldn't escape from her position against the ropes.

Then without much warning Clyde's hands would wrap around Rhiannon's body, a feeling which was pleasant, although short lived as he soon lifted her up and used his strength to toss her overhead in a German suplex. The height difference wasn't too significant, but it was still pretty impressive for Clyde to do so, and would get a decently sized positive response from the crowd. Meanwhile it would get a mix between a pleasured and pained moan from Rhiannon, which would be followed up with a whine as she had been denied her fun yet again. The twisted pervert's responses managing to somehow get more confusing in nature than they had been earlier.

Of course Rhiannon was slightly getting off on having her advances denied and feeling his teasing touch before being cruelly turned away, however despite being turned on by almost everything Rhea still had certain things she wanted to experience more desperately than others. One such example was to take control of Clyde and make an AFW Veteran her pet, even if it was only during the length of the match. If she had been facing any average Joe then she wouldn't mind just letting herself be beaten down, but this was a long standing fantasy of hers and she knew if she won this match then it would be much more likely for her to bump into Clyde down the road.

" If you beat me too badly then you better take responsibility. I might need carried home " Rhiannon would joke, before then considering repeating her last comment in a more serious intention, but quickly realising that it certainly wouldn't work.

Suplexing Rhea, Clyde had to admit it was nice to have his arms around the busty girl but otherwise didn't think too much on it except for the hot moans he heard from her again!? What was with this girl! It was like, no matter what he did she was going to be into it!

He moved up to continue the whooping only to stop as he heard her words that made him blush a bit before he smiled.

"Of course! You just tell me the way and I'll tuck ya in and everythin'!" He teased, but seemed serious, before trying to grab her arm and haul her up to her feet while turning her around, attempting to bend down and then drape Rhiannon over his shoulders and then lift her up!

He put one hand on her chin and the other high upon her thigh, giving her stocking covered leg a little squeeze as he tried to pull down and bounce in place to give the twisted pervert a Torture Rack!

Rhiannon for a moment would be sucked into her own fantasy as she heard his response, her mind branching off into several different routes for her fantasy to take before the feeling of her opponent's muscly arm and stern grip pulled her back into reality, and up to her feet. " Whoa. W-wait we should finish the match first " The twisted pervert would quickly exclaim in misconception, before she would quickly feel her back stretch along his shoulder blades, and feel his hands lock her firmly in place.

No way, this wasn't actually happening, Rhea was being stuck in one of her favourite positions in the ring. There was nothing that brought the twisted pervert more masochistic pleasure than being vulnerable in her opponent's arms, with her back being stretched and digging into his muscly shoulders, while breasts would embarrassingly be bounced around and left to wiggle in freedom. Rhiannon's mind would start to go a bit cloudy and her thighs would rub against each other, their pace only quickening as she finally felt the pressure being applied.

Regardless of if she liked it or not Rhiannon would let out the natural response, a drawn out cry of pure pain as the gruelling submission bent her whole body as far as it could bend. Then of course the bouncing would only add to the agony, causing her body to contort from different angles against Clyde's shoulders. Soon enough the pain would become at least familiar enough for Rhea's mind to do it's dirty work, her scandalous thoughts causing her to pant like a dog in the heat and causing her body to squirm from the pleasure.

" F-Fuck...yes " Rhiannon would groan out, feeling the complete vulnerability and humiliation of her positioning sinking in. The actor forgetting all about her earlier mission to last through-out a hard fought match to claim the popular Texan for herself and instead just basking in her own self destruction, her nipples hardening and the pervert feeling her upper thighs get more slippery as she pressed them together. The twisted pervert's sweating body being burned from the pain and feeling the lights above shinning down on her body, likely giving the fans an angle they would enjoy, perhaps almost as much as the purple haired Canadian did.

However despite Rhiannon's idiotic response to being locked in a potentially match ending move, it was still possible that through sheer luck she would survive. After all, the only real responses Clyde would get from Rhiannon would be ambiguous noises between moans and groans and an approving quick comment, which certainly wasn't what one would want to hear when expending large amounts of energy to maintain a body restraining and usually will breaking hold.

Clyde wondered just what the heck Rhea was talking about but otherwise ignored it and instead went for the torture rack. Maybe the beating she was taking was leaving her kind of out of it. Either way Clyde hoisted Rhea up on his shoulders and began to bend her body like a pretzel! Stretching her hard over his shoulders as he heard her cries of pain and... Pleasure!?

The moaning was clear as day and Clyde heard it. The throaty, lewd groan that Rhiannon emitted rang though Clyde's ears as he heard her pant and moan even as he bent and crushed her busty frame, bouncing her body.

"Enjoying yerself!?" Clyde asked, his hand traveling up Rhea's smooth thigh before resting his finger tips between her legs, letting his hand start to caress and tease her damp womanhood through the thin material of her leggings.

"Yer all wet now, ain't ya?" Clyde teased with a sly grin, letting his two fingers start to pump within Rhea over and over while keeping up the torture rack, applying a finger fuck combo as he bounced her on his shoulders!

Clyde's question managed to make it to her ears no problem, but as the twisted pervert wriggled and atop his shoulders her response would struggle to leave her lips as she was almost entirely focused on the sensation of Clyde teasing her sex.

" Oh...yes. " Rhiannon would simply state, before the Texan teased her some more and finally started to get to work on her sex, earning a chorus of moans from the pervert as she struggled atop Clyde's shoulders, his hard body digging into her back and his fingers firmly keeping her under her control. Both sensations earning imense pleasure from the purple haired wrestler as one of her hands rested in the man's back and the other carrassed his manly chest.