Clyde Gastin Vs. Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt

The benefits of reigning triumphant during this particular bout were never far from the heiress' thoughts. Aside from the inherent thrill Gwen would derive from reducing the simple-minded cowboy to an incoherently mumbling shell of a man...having Clyde T. Gastin, The Tension Champion, on her ever expanding list of humbly defeated foes, was always quite the tantalizing prospect. Luckily, Clyde just so happened to be quite pleasing to the eye when he was shirtless, making him even more suited to be her new pool boy than she first assumed...

Regretfully though, Gwen's swimming pools would go untended to for a little while longer as the stubborn cowboy rocketed an arm up while dismounting the heiress in the process. Hardly disheartened, though slightly irritated, Gwen shuffled on her knees to the side before getting vertical once more. A graceful cadence to her leisurely stride as she approached Clyde from the front, taking two firm handfuls of his scruffy hair to prop him up on his knees.

"...*giggle*...Do try not to be disheartened, Monsieur Gastin. All of my adversary's end up in this very position eventually~..." Gwen teased in her posh and elegant vocals as she remained latched onto his disheveled locks, the heiress extending her toned leg behind her as she spoke. After stretching backward as far as she could, Gwen would attempt to pivot in place and cruelly bounce Clyde's face off the side of her shapely rear in a forceful and humiliating hip bump.

Given that Clyde appeared to be in no shape whatsoever to mount any form of counter or resistance, Gwen opted to take her sweet time with the dismantling of the hapless cowpoke. An embarrassing blow to someone's pride in the middle of a match can sometimes have a far more everlasting impact than any mere submission, strike, or simple slam ever could. The heiress feeling that was the case just now after bouncing the side of Clyde's muttering face off the side of her perfect derriere.  

A haughty smirk spread over Gwen's elegant visage while glancing downward towards the lowly cowboy gazing up at her, the heiress gently patting down the side of her backside of any lingering spittle from where Clyde's uncouth mug made impact. One quick adjustment of the rim of her outfit over her rump being Clyde's last fleeting sight as Gwen stepped on his abs while motioning towards the surprisingly exuberant crowd.

The heiress than spreading her arms wide and to the side with en elegant curtsy to bring the uncouth masses to a fever pitch of excitement. The heiress being cheered on for what was most definitely the first time in her controversial career before she took off sprinting towards the nearby ropes. By hoping onto the middle rope while clasping onto the top rope, all it would take is a push backward for what was a supremely graceful lionsault attempt and Gwen's second elegant aerial display for the night.

Considering that the last few minutes of the match were hardly what Gwendolyn would interpret as a "challenging" affair, it should come as a surprise to absolutely no one that the haughty noblewoman was now taking a much more lackadaisical approach to her Tension premiere. Playing to the cheering audience and taking her sweet time in preparing her follow-up maneuver were all signs that Gwendolyn was clearly tempting fate as time passed on.

Brimming with the utmost confidence that her second aerial assault would succeed just as well as her first, Gwen was sporting a pompous smirk as she flipped majestically through the air...

...only for her landing to come sooner than expected. And in a position she didn't expect either, the heiress' perfect frame caught in mid-air before being draped over Clyde's broad shoulder!! The disconcerting view of the canvas below her did little to ease her mind as Clyde stumbled in place before righting himself. She widened her eyes from what she immediately knew was a dire predicament, though her limited options only led to her briefly wrapping her arms round Clyde's waist before the shoulder slam earned it's name well.

"Hngh!!" Pancaked to the reverberating canvas with her body immediately slackening as a result, Gwen's aerial maneuver would end up not going as her pompous mind had planned. Which would be with her stunned, groaning, flat on her back, and with the scruffy haired Texan weighing her down and finally getting in his first legitimate offense.

Under most normal circumstances, ballerina's who took to the sky with careless abandon were inwardly relieved to land in the firm arms of her male cohort. This perhaps being the only time Gwen was filled with imminent dread upon being caught in that precarious position. The last time she was in a man's grasps in such a fashion was during her years of ballet classes and performances, though those occasions didn't wind up with him immediately slamming her down and brushing his sleek abdominals against the side of her pristine face. The heiress offering Clyde a decidedly less chipper expression as he finally rose up off of her...

"Peachy..." Gwen tersely responded with glaring eyes and restrained bitterness towards Clyde's cheeky show of concern. Unsure of whether Clyde was brazenly taunting her or if he was that genuinely thick-headed, Gwen wouldn't have the time to ponder his intentions for too long before she was abruptly hoisted back to her feet. Gwen staggered briefly from the sudden elevation before being tugged forward to the disconcerting sight of Clyde's idiotic grin and more disconcerting feel of her petite waist being harshly squeezed down upon.

Gwen scrunched her face with her legs bending at the knee around Clyde's waist, this time refusing to dignify Clyde's half-witted remarks with a response. Gwen slouched forward in the hold after a few seconds of pressurized torque left her too winded to mount much of a resistance, this degree of close contact leading to her sumptuous chest mushrooming against Clyde's pecs and the aromatic scent of her fragrant body wash no doubt being noticed.

Gwendolyn knew that accepting Clyde's challenge and venturing into Tension territory would come with certain...caveats. Namely the distinct possibility of becoming uncomfortably close to an individual Gwen had already spent enough time in close proximity with inside a stalled elevator. And although Gwen eventually surmised that the rewards were well worth the risks once she inevitably reigned triumphant over the uncouth ranch-hand, she began thinking differently once she found herself sagging limply in the constricting hold and in the exact situation she was afraid of.

Gwen tensed up from the binding strength bearing down on her petite waist, the simmering body heat from their sweaty, draining embrace fogging up her thoughts far more than she ever cared to admit. Drooping low meant that her illustrious golden curls now served as a veil to hide her cringing face, which was most fortunate considering the burgeoning blush beginning to form on her cheeks. The sudden jostling and jerking of her sumptuous frame ended up reigniting the stinging pain in her back from the earlier slam with her resplendent curls bobbing up and down.

Resistance to the bearhug finally being mustered up by the heiress in the form of several attempted elbow strikes to the side of Clyde's thick skull. The heiress groaning with each strike of mounting ferocity...