Clyde Gastin Vs. Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt

Barely moving after the kickout. Clyde panted while against the canvas. His eyes faintly catching Gwen’s ticked off state as her hands rested on those hot hips.

Even he has to admit. She looked hot when she was full of attitude and frustration.

Still he was far too dazed too do much as he squirmed around on the canvas until Gwen flattened him. Unable to move, his eyes shot wide as he saw her move closer.

Clyde, along with the crowd, froze as he saw Gwen’s perfect handstand. Her beautiful body pointing straight up before….

“UMFF!!” Gwen’s creamy thigh came down like a guillotine and Clyde's lower body bounced and jerked up off the canvas. His eyes crossing before closing as he settled on the mat with a limp bounce. Cool air would blow against the back of Gwen”s thigh as Clyde lay under her leg with an inward turned leg. Completely laid out once more!

A snobbish grin shined brilliantly on Gwendolyn's smug visage as she witnessed firsthand the devastating aftereffects of her exquisitely executed hand-stand leg drop. An extravagantly over the top maneuver that, while adding some extra driving force into the impact, it's main purpose was to satiate Gwen's monumental ego while also doing the job of keeping her offensive momentum going. While it was a position Gwen could do in her sleep by now, goggling audience members appreciated the beauty of her upside down frame before it all came crashing down.

Gwen remained upright and took Clyde's lifeless movements as a sign that she was probably going to have more than enough time to rest, recoup, and formulate her next plan of attack. Clyde getting pleasantly reacquainted with the soft and sweaty underside of Gwen's lovely thigh before a proverbial light bulb flashed over her golden-curled head.

Shuffling to her side with one hand clenching onto Clyde's mangy locks, the privileged aristocrat would wrap both of her legs tightly around the Texan's cranium. Once she had tucked her left ankle behind her right knee, the figure-four headscissors would be duly implemented. A tight constriction that would be ratcheted up considerably once Gwen would thrust her hips upward before sitting back down on her curvy rear.

A mumbled groan would be released under Gwen's thigh as Clyde sputtered under her tight body and toned, smooth thigh, his legs kicked every now and then before Gwen made her next move on the dazed cowboy who had been nearly taken out by that acrobatic display of flexibility.

He winced the moment he felt his hair pulled, sort of coming back to reality just in time to feel Gwen's thighs wrap around his head, feeling her thighs surround his face before she locked in the hold and Clyde felt the strain on his head, getting squeezed tight like a melon ready to pop!

"Hhh-Hnnggghh! Ngghh!!!" Clyde groaned forced to raise up as Gwen raised her curvy hips high, bridging Clyde's neck up like a noose before she sharply dropped down!

"GUHK!" The bump had enough impact to send a jolt through Clyde. His body giving a breif twitch as his limbs fell to the mat, weakly groaning as he pulled at Gwen's legs, trying to gain freedom and remain consious. At this rate, he'd be knocked out cold!

Considering that Gwen's earlier high-flying acrobatics were the direct cause of Clyde's most unfortunate offensive turnaround, the heiress' shrewd tactical mind only saw it as a logical recourse to grind the forward momentum of the match down to a practical standstill. The seated figure-four headscissors in the middle of the ring halting any semblance of movement from the antithetical duo, and as a result, deny her future pool boy the opportunity to muster up another split-second counter. A brilliant strategy, if she did say so herself~...

Propping herself up by extending her palms to the canvas behind her, Gwendolyn was perfectly content with allowing her exquisitely toned thighs do the majority of the work for her. Her generous bosom expanding and contrasting with every gentle breath for air while occasionally flexing her legs muscles with renewed strength before relaxing her clamped on grip once more. Clyde's stifled groans and spasmodic twitching being clear enough signs that her lovely thighs were having the desired effect...though the noticeable prying and pawing of her legs gave her slight cause for concern.

Enough to have Gwen abruptly perform a 180 degree twist to the side with Clyde being forced to do the same. After propping her hands in a push-up position, one sudden thrust of her hips would end up slamming Clyde's groaning face into the pristine white of the canvas below. And so would three more, Gwen performing her signature Un, Doix, Tres, Quatre maneuver and gleefully plastering his face into the mat with every rhythmic bounce before she twisted herself back to a seated position. A stylishly exotic pose now being struck by the pompous noblewoman as she flicked her extravagantly flowing curls while arching her slender back with a condescending smirk shot towards the riled-up crowd. Half in attendance booing the reviled heiress, the other half clapping and clamoring for any from of resistance from the beaten down Texan.

With Gwen propped up, Clyde kind of just hung in the legs of the heiress that had a tight vice like grip around his head, squeezing the fight out of him. Every shift,every flex had Clyde writhing, twitching and pulsating as he tried to move, only to be shut down by Gwen's supple, toned legs that made him writhe and twitch on the mat, fighting uselessly as he pawed at her boots. When she relaxed, Clyde gasped and slumped, falling slack as he hung in Gwen's grip, weakly panting while trying to get loose.

But the draining hold was far from done as Gwen suddenly twisted  onto her knees, yanking Clyde up to do the same as he groaned, feeling the weight of Gwen's hips on the back of his head while eyeing her hanging breasts, flushing brightly before he was driven suddenly face first into the mat!

"GUH!!" The hard impact bounced Clyde's face off the canvas with a harsh thump. "U-Uuhhh..." He groaned uselessly before Gwen raised her hips and began to thrust again, again and again!

"UGH! BWUGH! M--MUHF!" Each bounce had Clyde's hair flying as he was plastered on the mat before he was near limp! Ass up, face down and groaning against the canvas with a hint of drool. "UUnnnfffff...."

When the heiress finally turned them both back over, Clyde's body twisted like a rag doll, his limbs flopping uselessly to his sides, legs splayed out and feet pointed up as he lay limp and slumped between Gwen's thighs as the haughty heiress struck a triumphant pose!

The crowd roared and snapped thousands of pictures at the sight of Gwen arching her slender body, flicking her hair while smirking so smugly while her nearly out cold male opponent rested between her legs. It got the crowd going as they hooted and hollered the enticing sight, showering Gwen with photo flashes and applause while Clyde could only faintly pant, eyes closed and chest slowly rising and falling as he lay deflated.

Basking in all the glitz, glamour, and adoring adulation of the teeming masses with an aura of refined sophistication was usually reserved for Gwendolyn's nightly excursions, and certainly not something she'd come to expect during her rather unscrupulous wrestling career. And yet her excursion into Tension was yielding just that as the privileged blueblood posed extravagantly for the shuttering camera lenses along with the hollering cheers of the uncivilized commoners around the stadium. Gwendolyn easily surmised that it was the obvious titillation of the scene that earned her such newfound fanfare, but basking in unbridled worship simply came too natural for her to even scrutinize the reason why~...

The heiress continued applying her constrictive pressure from between her creamy thighs until she noticed the complete lack of movement from the deflated cowboy. A pompous grin on her face as she scooted back into a rigid seated position until the back of Clyde's scruffy head was nestled against her crotch, an undeniable thrill coursing up her spine from having rendered the simple-minded Texan into a blithering mess with a mere application of a rudimentary headscissors. The stalwart referee attempt to see if Clyde was indeed rendered unconscious before being suddenly interrupted by the prideful aristocrat suddenly unhooking her legs. A prowling crawl than taking her beside Clyde before she ended up seating herself comfortably atop the sweat glistened abs of the fallen Texan.

"Alas, perhaps my one regret over this entire ordeal was that I had not convinced you to include your Tension championship into our little wager. If that were the case, I would be celebrating my glorious Tension debut victory with both a shimmering trophy around my waist and a more than capable pool boy to cater to my every whim~...Ohohohoho~..." Gwendolyn's undeniably haughty and distinct laugh against the back of her hand overshadowing any wild cheer in the stadium, the nearby ref visibly cringing from it's obnoxious tone as she began the pin count.

"1!"

Clyde was stiff a board between Gwen's constricting, powerful legs until she at last relaxed on the grip and left the cowboy limp and Laid out between her legs. His entire body going lax once she scooted back, his head giving a dull drop across her crotch, eyes closed and panting faintly.

His head dropped to the canvas and he remained sprawled out,  the crowd gasping in awe as they witnessed Gwen's sultry, cat-like prowl around the cowboy before she sat down right on top of his abdomen. Even the barely awake texan could feel Gwen's toned and curvy backside pressing against his toned abs. He flushed instantly at the feeling of her soft skin upon him. Her words didn't go unnoticed either, a faint Clyde could still kind of hear her and groaned quietly as she spoke so confidently, so haughty of her apparent victory.

And then that laugh. Her loud obnoxious laugh earned a visibly scrunched up look on Clyde's face, almost like it was a wakeup call!

"TWO!" The ref girl raised her hand and began to drop it! This looked like it was it!

But then, sharply, Clyde jolted to life! Kicking up his legs and turning onto his side until his abs were pressed against Gwen's dainty back. "THR-"  The pin was broken! A two count! The crowd cheered instantly the 'hometown' favorite broke the pin. He was still in the match! But even so, he remained breathing heavily on the mat, his breath coating Gwen's exposed sides. He may have kicked out, but he was clearly still dazed and wounded from all the punishment he had taken.

Gwendolyn's obnoxiously haughty laughter echoed throughout the stadium and generated more than it's fair share of cringing faces and plugged up ears as the referee endured it as best she could while applying the three count. Though Gwendolyn's flamboyant arrogance was perhaps duly justified considering that she was now pridefully perched atop the heaving abdomen of the current Tension champion, an accomplished veteran of the league was now nothing more than a mumbling and disheveled seat cushion for her curvy backside.

Quite the accomplishment in her book, and one that Gwendolyn intended to relish gleefully in as she puffed out her ample chest while continuing to irritate the earlobes of anyone within hearing distance of her boastful laugh. At least before a twisting of his shoulders would abruptly dethrone the pompous highborn. Gwendolyn yelping from being unseated before turning back to Clyde with a snobbishly adorable pout. The ideal manner with which she intended to pin Clyde having been rudely thwarted, Gwen would nevertheless soldier on by crawling over beside Clyde until she was right in front of him. the heiress propping herself up on one knee before gently tilting his head upward with the side of her index finger and thumb under his chin.

"Perhaps you are unaware of how exceedingly fortunate you are to be granted the privilege of being steadfast servant under my divine whim. Perhaps I should graciously remind you...*giggle*...and bring you to heel in the process~...Come along now~..." Gwen sensually uttered in her prim and proper vocals, her half-lidded hazel eyes having a bewitching gaze to them with. A snobbish smile on her face as she than straightened herself back up and turned in place, her hand still cupping Clyde's chin from behind as she began a haughty and hipful stride around the ring towards a nearby corner with Clyde crawling on all fours behind her.

Panting on his side, Clyde was barely moving save for the rise and fall of his chest while the crowd cheered for the cowboy's defiance. Still, he was knocked in a savage daze, drained and dizzy as Gwen crawled over towards him. He faintly knew her location and expected some punishment.

What happened was the most surprising thing. Gwen knelt in front of him and softly cupped his face with her pristine, gentle hands. He gasped softly, feeling her soft touch upon him, his mouth hanging open as Gwen held his chin, hearing her chillingly sensual, seductive command that made his heart flutter, panting a bit softer as he saw her entrancing gaze from her bright hazel eyes. He didn't know why but he felt stuck and bewitched.

"Uhhh..." He groaned faintly and watched as this tall, shapely blonde stood up and turned, unable to believe she was still holding him, expecting him to follow like a dog on a leash. It excited him to no end as he watched her start to walk away, seeing her hot, shapely hips swaying left to right behind her barely clothed rear, seeing her flawless rump shift and sway. Clyde could not resist her charms, on all fours, hands and knees he followed behind her, crawling after Gwen as he stared at her shaply ass like he could catch up to it, his head poised upward, leaning into her hand like a smitten boy as she led him on.

Now that the winner of this match was at this point all but decided, Gwendolyn was now more concerned with the manner in which she would subjugate the downtrodden ranch hand. Simply pinning Clyde down for the typical three count would have just been a horribly bourgeois and unremarkable way to conclude her Tension premiere. Especially when their were a myriad of ideas frolicking around Gwen's curly-head in regards to how best to accomplish her goal of a note worthy conclusion. Though none were quite as tantalizing to her regal sensibilities as the dog and pony show currently unfolding before the audience...

The degree to which Gwendolyn now had Clyde wrapped around her dainty finger never being more evident as she paraded the Tension champion from ringpost to ringpost. The dulcet tones of her sensual words, hipful sway to her elegant steps, and flawless curvature to her voluptuous frame were all entrancing the lowly cowboy into following her along like a lowly mongrel. While the prospect of mesmerizing a man into humble servitude like this was bringing a sensual thrill up her spine, alas, her scandalous musings were woefully cut short upon reaching the last ringpost. Gwendolyn than twirling in pace to seat herself on the top turnbuckle, afterwards reaching down to grasp Clyde's scruffy head and guide it into the snug confines of her creamy thighs before applying a secure figure four headlock.

"...*giggle*...Tapping out and acknowledging me as your utterly resplendent master is recommended, but not necessarily required. Should you surrender into blissful unconsciousness, you'll nevertheless awaken to your newfound life under my illustrious thumb~..." Gwendolyn boasted with a prideful smirk down towards the top of Clyde's head, a reaffirming clench of her smooth thighs ensuring the hapless cowboy that it was, indeed, a likely outcome.