Best 2/3 Falls Endurace Battle - Clyde Gastin Vs. Crista Zhang

Stunned  by the attack his leg took, Clyde remained on his back, nursing that ankle until he noticed, or rather felt someone rushing towards him. He had no time at all to move as Crista took those rapids steps before jumping forward and slamming her taut hips down hard right on Clyde's chest.

"GUUH!!" Clyde groaned from the impact, arms and legs raising up off the mat before bouncing back down, left writhing under Crista's much more developed and bigger body, faintly panting after getting a chunk of air knocked from his lungs.

Crista's knees rattled hard against the mat when she landed on top of Clyde. His cry told her that he had caught much of her weight, which was what she intended. The more shock she put behind all of her blows, the better for her while the match dragged on to its second and third rounds.

Her weight settled on his stomach, and she looked down at him with several options for her next move filling her mind. Did she try to figuratively cut off the head of the champion? Go for an arm so he could not keep striking effectively? Go back for the leg? They were all good options, but it was possible none would turn out to be the right answer with an opponent so dangerous. If she was being honest with herself, she was just happy she had this level of control in the match.

And she may have been enjoying seeing him under her hips like this.

Crista stopped herself from daring to celebrate before she ought by shifting into action. Choosing one of the earlier options, Crista slipped forward to lift her hips up over his chest and neck and kneel there. The more body parts she weakened, the fewer choices he would have at his disposal, and this time, she went for the right arm, trying to secure her grip on it and use her body weight to extend it out to his side. An armbar, if she could manage to lock it in, would make those stinging strikes weaker, but she teetered on crouched feet to do it, without her weight to hold him down.

You could hear the crowd hooting and hollering as they witnessed the sight of Clyde laying still and faintly panting under Crista before grunting as he felt her weight settle on his stomach. A faint hint of red was clear on his face as he felt his opponent's ample, toned bottom resting against his chest before sliding to his abs. The crowd snapped pics of the whole thing.

Feeling his arm gripped, Clyde began to revive, sensing danger as her grip secured it and Clyde instantly began to wince as the pain began to slowly build up!

"Fuck! Fuck!" Clyde growled as he twisted onto his side as he saw how close Crista was. Wasting no time, Clyde displayed his flexibility as he kicked up his leg, arcing it high to try and slam his booted foot right into the side of Crista's head.