Clyde Gastin Vs. Kelli DiVanetti - Hardcore Match

Hardcore Match
Win via Pinfall or Submission. Falls Count Anywhere.
Weapons will be spread out inside and outside the ring.

No wait was needed before "Heavy Is The Head" by The Zac Brown Band  began to play throughout the arena as the Tension crowd leaped to their feet as the fan favorite, Clyde Gastin emerged on the entrance ramp with hands held high. Wearing his usual cowboy hat on his head along with a denim vest and his familiar wrestling attire of long black spandex adorned with pads on his elbows and knees, as well as white tape on his wrists and matching black boots.

The blonde haired cowboy grinned ear to ear, high-fiving the fans as he made his way down the ramp before sliding in the ring that was littered with weapons. In the ring there was a Kendo Stick, Stop Sign, Trash Can and even rope.

Outside the ring, steel chairs, a wooden table, fire extinguisher and various other everyday 'normal' items.

As Clyde leaned against his corner, he grinned widely. He had quite the history with Kelli and during both their meetings, he was on the losing end. Tonight was a chance to even the score in an official match. He didn't know if Melissa was behind this match up but it didn't bother him one bit as he welcomed the chance to take Kelli on, One on One.

A few short moments passed before The Story of my Love by The Model Sons started to play over the loud speaker. As the drums kicked in proper, the sound of a motorbike reving could be heard coming from back stage and a little while later a motorbike came rolling out onto the top of the rampway mounted by a slim short figure clad completely in body suit black and red leathers.

Kelli parked the bike over to one side out of the way and then removed her helmet, giving her purple hair a shake so that it fell evenly down her back.

Spoiler:

She set her helmet against the handle bars and demounted, making the last touches to her outfit by zipping down the front of her body suit so that the V just about showed off her cleavage... The leathers always tended to get rather hot and sweaty under there with vigorous activities.

The Itallian made her way down the rampway and rolled in under the bottom ropes. Using her foot to kick a few of the weapons aside to the apron of the ring.
"You again..?" Kelli snorted in a derisive tone at the cowboy "I'd have thought you'd have gotten the hint the last couple of times I beat you up.."

Clyde stood firm as he heard the all to familiar roar of a motorcycle engine revving in the back before the short but stacked and downright dangerous Kelli DiVanetti road her nice looking motorcycle down to the ramp. The bike wasn't the only thing that looked nice as Clyde got a first hand view of who he'd be fighting as Kelli removed the helmet and lowered the zipper on her bodysuit until her eye-catching cleavage was shown off.

Kelli was always a pretty girl, but did she ever have a rotten personality. He still remembered what she and the Thorns had done to him in their handicap bout.

"That's right! Me again!" He declared with a raised fist. "You act like it was all you, but both times you had help! This time gon' be different though, it's just me and you tonight, baby!" Said the cowboy as he tossed his hat aside, winked at Kelli and fired a finger gun at her.

"Heh.." Kelli blurted dismissively at the Texan's comments "More like YOU had help the first time... Them stupid brats saved your ass from getting knocked out in that supermarket." Kelli frowned and crossed her arms just below her bust line

"And then after all the work I had done on you, you go and let them face sit ya..." She smirked slyly

"I guess that was the 'eeeaaaasy' way out, all things considered."

Meanwhile the ref stepped forwards ready to check them out of habit.. Of course it was enitrely pointless in a match like this where anything goes.

"Tch. Think so?" Clyde quipped as Kelli reminded him of their first fight and the brats that had interfered, costing him the 24/7 title!

His eyes narrowed as she brought up the face sit loss he had to them, making his cheeks flush as he remembered Izzi's tight little ass all over his face. Just like his LAST fight with Kelli when she had her big leather ass on his face!

"Rrrh..."  Clyde growled as he narrowed his eyes and let the ref check him out. "No. What's easy is gonna  be whippin her fat, leathery ass!" He declared before putting to fingers in a V in front of his lips before letting his tongue lash out a couple times.

"Show me whatcha got!" He shouted before rushing Kelli and firing up a right hand, trying to land a swift uppercut right under the woman's leather clad breast and bash it upwards towards her face!

The officials seemed to anticipate this pre-empitive start to the match, the bell ringing as Clyde made his rush forwards on the offensive. His fist connecting solidly right against the underside of her left boob with a *BOP*, knocking it upwards

"Ungh!!" Kelli grunted out deeply as her breast wobbled within the tight of her riding leathers. She stumbled back a step with her arm covering across her bust line. She flashed clenched teeth at the cowboy a little angry redness in her cheeks.

"Bastard!" She spat out, immediately lunging her small body at him and trying to swing her elbow up to ram into the side of his head aggressively

The crowd was heard giving a sympathetic groan as they watched Clyde's fist bash Kelli's perky tit, hearing her loud, deep grunt as her breast was rattled by the blow. The young biker staggering back and holding onto her bust before she glared daggers at Clyde, who was grinning ear to ear.

Seeing Kelli lunge in, Clyde ducked as low as possible and practically slid forward to avoid Kelli's elbow before he turned around, waiting for her to do the same before he lashed out his arm and tried to strike Kelli hard across the chest once more with a knife edge chop!

Trying to blast her once again across the bust line!

Kelli perhaps struck out at Clyde a bit too angrily, not using much finese with her elbow drive and allowing him to slip under her arm and away from danger. Wrong-footed, the furious Itallian whirled around only to catch a knife edge chop right across her bust

"nghh!" Kelli let out, her breasts bouncing up again in recoil to the Texan's attack as she twisted her body sharply to one side and stumbled backwards, almost falling to the mat over a folded up steel chair and just barely managing to fall instead back against the ropes. One arm slinging over the top rung to keep her on her feet as the other arm moved over the front of her breasts

Striking Kelli across the chest, the crowd gave a loud 'Woooh!' as the clap was heard and the woman staggered back into the ropes, practically slumped against it while Clyde grinned.

"The girls are as firm as ever..." He quipped before cupping Kelli's face and pulling her up until they were face to face before he grabbed her wrist and pushed away from her chest before hooking it around her shoulder. His other hand traveling down her side, to her hip, giving her thigh and hip a firm slap as gripped her leathers before leaning back!

"Hmph!" He grunted as he tried to lift Kelli for snap suplex and drop her right on top of the folded steel chair!

The double attack on the breasts had forced the zipper of her biker leathers to slip down a couple of clicks, revealing a little more of her breasts underneath although the change was barely noticeable.

Cylde moved forwards to grasp Kelli and drag her off of the ropes, momentarily going face to face before he started trying to set her up for the snap suplex. Clenching her teeth with a faint growl that started off low down in the back of her throat and rolled up louder quite quickly, Kelli forced herself to drop down to one knee in front of the texan, thwarting the suplex attempt...

~Wanna target my girl bits? well two can play at that game...~ She thought to herself as she tried to bring her arm inbetween the blonde's legs, her bicep aimmed to slot home right up against his crotch.