Clyde Gastin Vs. Moon Sin-Jae - Hardcore Match

Hardcore Match
Win by Pinfall or Submission
Falls Count Anywhere.
No Disqualifications

Clyde Gastin had not been the most active fighter since losing his Tension World Title. A loss to Gwendolyn was heavy on him as well but otherwise he had been content living in solitude after years of fighting for the title.  His match tonight could not be considered a return to the ring but it had definitely been a little while since the former champ was back in the ring to fight. And this time it was in a hardcore match. The booker wanted to be unique he thought.

Standing at 5'7" and 140 pounds, Clyde Gastin, the 22 year old former champion of Tension made his way to the ring. Clad in his usual, form fitting black wrestling tights with matching pads on his elbows and knees, the blonde haired cowboy made his way down the ramp cheered by the fans who still loved him.

From there he tossed his hat away before going to his corner, giving a little flex of his arm to the crowd at ringside before leaning back against his corner with a wide confident grin, awaiting the arrival of his foe tonight and knowing very little about the Korean martial artist. He just knew she was quite the kicker and a hell of a looker.

Rotating his arm, the cowboy continued to stretch, admiring the work he put into keeping his body in shape as he inspected his bicep, he looked solid, like nothing on him was going to move.

Around the ring, weapons were already being scattered. Steel chairs, kendo sticks and cooking sheets littered the ring while on the outside rested a table, fire extinguisher, a ladder glass light tubes, a stop sign and even more weapons!

Today was going to be a good day, Sin could already tell. The reason for that really came down to three little syllables: Clyde Gastin.

You see, Sin had very few goals in life and even fewer when it came to the AFW. She wasn’t really here to make statements or earn money or win a title - oh, she would happily go for those things if the opportunities came her way, but that wasn’t really the main focus. More than anything, she was just looking for a good way to indulge in her favorite vice: ripping people to shreds. The AFW was simply the only place in the world where she could not only do that, but be given an inexhaustible supply of bodies to work with. AFW attracted wrestlers like moths to the flame, and it seemed like it didn’t matter how many them burnt to a crisp. They just. Kept. On. Coming.

What more could she ask for in life?

That had been the attitude - had been. Until she did a little digging into the history books and found that the AFW had quite a few wrestlers who weren’t active anymore, guys and girls that she would’ve loved to sink her teeth into. A shame, really. Nothing wrong with the current crop, they were strong and broke well. But she couldn’t help but feel that certain itches weren’t getting scratched.

So, when she saw the card and realized who she’d be taking on, SIn couldn’t help but feel that someone up there was looking out for her. Or someone down there, most likely.

Sin came out from behind the curtain as her music played, foregoing the usual theatrics and instead making a straight strut for the ring. It was definitely a sultry step, one foot in front of the others, her rigid abs leading the way, but it was more lax than the dances and gyrations she usually employed. The only thing that stayed the same was her smile. Long, think, wicked, cruel.

She made her way into the ring, grabbing the ropes and leaping in with a single deft jump, coming down light on the ball of her foot. Without a word, Sin strode across the ring, only looking down a couple of times to make sure she didn’t step on anything hazardous - bare feet and all, had to be careful. What she wasn’t the least bit concerned about, however, was Clyde. Standing. Tall. Handsome. Rippling chest. There was only really one way she could kick this off.

She opened her arms, pressed her body against his, and took his mouth in a smoldering kiss, grinding their hips together as she pressed him against the turnbuckle, making out with him like he was a long lost lover.

Clyde stood firm as he saw Sin appear. Her name announced on the speakers and how fitting a name it was. The moment Clyde saw her, he was entranced by her radiating sexuality. Her name fit as every step she took was a lesson in self control for Clyde, eyeing her ample breasts that were round and firm with every step, leading with her toned, sculpted abs on top of a very "hipfull" walk, accentuating her slender waist and ample bottoms that swayed with every sinful step.

Clyde felt like a teenager watching this Korean minx waltz her way down to the ring before she acrobatically hopped inside the ring before turning to him and without a shred of a second thought, marched to him, arms open and pressed her fit body to him. Clyde was caught off guard, almost instantly he felt Sin's shapely hips, her scant crotch against his eager bulge, her chest mushrooming against his pecs before her soft lips were mashed hard to his mouth.

The cowboy didn't hesitate even if he was taken by surprise, his hands resting at the sides of her waist, giving her firm, toned abdomen a squeeze within his hands, tilting his head to return this hot kiss, mashing lips and swirling tongues with the hot Korean, holding her tightly while pinned in the corner, embracing her indeed, like a long lost lover.

It was almost too easy, really, even by Sin’s usual standards. She’d expected Clyde to be taken by surprise from her little opener, thinking it would be a great way to kick things off. But she’d never imagined it would work quite this well, that he’d get all the way into it. She actually had to amend some of her plans here, letting him hang himself with the rope. He wanted to kiss back? Fine. Let him. Let him feel it. Let him forget where he was.

That wasn’t too say that Sin wasn’t enjoying it, too. Whatever Clyde’d been doing in his off time, it hadn’t made his instincts dull. He was an aggressive kisser, hungry, clearly wanting everything she had to offer. And he’d get it, too, lucky boy. Just not in the way he’d been planning. If she had to guess.

After a moment, she pulled away, biting his lower lip as they parted, a thin trail of saliva joining them. Her eye half-lidded, she looked up at him and spoke through her curled grin, each word hot and heavy.

”Welcome back, Clyde.”

And then she proceed to grip his neck tight and ram her knee into crotch. Again. And again. As many times as it would take to get him down to his knees.

Who was Clyde to turn down a long, mouthy kiss from hot leggy, Korean goddess? He didn't see a reason to fight her right now as he embraced her, hands going to her hips and giving her slender waist a strong squeeze while thier lips and tongues tangled.

It all seemed perfect and Sin even earned a subtle moan as she bit his lower lip and pulled back. Both their mouths were slick and moist. Clyde nearly chased this hot little minx for another kiss as she welcomed him back with her sultry, hot, heavily inviting words before...

CRUNCH

His eyes crossed at the first knee, then another and another, each one making his ass sink into the corner he fell to his knees, holding his junk with Sin's kissing drool mixing with his own spit that would smeer as Clyde's face got mashed into Sin's perfect, toned and defined abs, feeling every muscular curve of her abdomen as he nursed his jewles, fearing for the future of his unborn children and cursing himself for being played by a pretty girl.

Maybe, just maybe, the nutshot was beneath Sin. That had been her worry in the back, when she was thinking up this little maneuver, and it seemed like a valid complaint. After all, while she loved dealing out violence in all its forms, she typically made a point of being creative with it, trying her best to appeal the artistic side. Just hitting a guy in the balls was such a standard Tension move, was the sort of fare you expected from shitty American comedies. Surely, she had more to offer than that.

But when she saw the look on Clyde’s face, the way his eyes crossed like something out of a cartoon, the sight of him on his knees, nursing his precious jewels...oh, then she knew. It was worth it.

She sighed and cradled his chin in her hands, running her fingers along his chin. She ran her tongue around her lip, making sure she savored all of his taste, didn’t miss a drop, before she pulled away and took a step back. ”You’re welcome, by the way.”

The last word had scarcely left her lips before Sin spun about on her heel and shot her other leg out, nailing him square in the face with a spinning heel kick, one that would hammer his skull right into the turnbuckle for a little extra damage.

"Huuhhhhh...." Clyde felt sick, his balls practically crushed into dust by Sin's brutal knees. But he supposed he deserved that for falling for the oldest trick in the Tension book.

Like a ragdoll, Clyde was held up limply by his chin, practically slumped into Sin's gentle grip while her tounge painted her own lips to savor his kiss, leaving him to panting feverishly into her hand while her fingers teased him.

He never got a moment to respond to her as she stepped back, leaving him on his knees before her heel blasted him square in the face, crushing his face to her heel and his head in the turnbuckle!

"Awww!!!" The crowd cried as they watched Clyde's head snap back from the kick before bouncing off the corner, leaving the cowboy's head to bounce again off the turnbuckle and flop to the canvas in a heap, his feet pointing down at the canvas, arms stretched out before him and his face turned to the side on the canvas, eyes wide but staring into nothingness.

The only sign of life he had was the occasional spasm.

And down he went.

Sin kept her leg in position until Clyde hit, staying frozen so she could watch the full effect of her strike and not miss a single step. It was kind of beautiful, really, watching the way he reacted, the lights going off, his body going limp, all the way down to the ground, laid out in a heap. Done like dinner. Bam.

The crowd recoiled and went into a frenzy, and the referee jumped back and looked on, horrified. After a moment she gathered herself and dropped to a knee, clearly expecting Sin to go for a pinfall.

An obvious clue that she hadn’t watched any of Sin’s matches. The fight might’ve been over, but that didn’t mean she was done with Clyde Gastin. Not even close.

”Let’s see, let’s see, let...us...see.” Sin paced back and forth, biting her lip as she contemplated what to do with her new toy. This was all kind of spur-of-the-moment, so she didn’t have the time to really think up anything creative. But that hardly meant she was without ideas.

The moment passed, and when it did, Sin stepped over and Clyde a hard kick in the side, just enough to plop him on his back and wake him up. Wanting to keep him down, she swung her leg over his body and dropped down for a hard sit, plopping all of her weight into lap, sitting there like it belonged to her.

Which it did.

”Hey. Clyde.” She stretched her leg out and placed her foot on his face, pressing her sole against his features and shoving his head from side to side. ”Lights still on in there? Knock, knock…”