Angel and Clyde vs Emma

Clyde rolled around holding his crotch for a moment before jumping back up and run at Emma trying to grab Emma to get her off of Angel.

Emma had turned around when Clyde grabbed her and bit down on his forearm. She would continue to kick him while she did so, not paying attention to the amazon Angel.

Not paying attention to Angel was a big mistake, she would take a hold of Emma and would smile, grinding herself on Emma a little bit, before arching her back to perform a german suplex. "Time's up! Get her Clyde baby!"

Clyde cried out in pain as Emma bit on his forearm, feeling the teeth sink into him was anything but a good feeling. Emma's barrage of kick's were anything but nice as well, having no way to stop the girl until Angel pulled her off with the German Suplex.

"Im on it momma!" Clyde yelled to Angel as he dashed foreward to meet Emma's impact on the mat, so that once she landed on the ring canvas, Clyde would pounce onto Emma's belly with a body splash.

Emma was shocked, how could her two minutes be up? Well, that didn't matter, she had no more time left, and she was slammed down hard to the mat, which raddled her head as she now had no time to react to Clyde's splash. Emma had lost her air and was now wide open for an attack.

Angel had smiled as Emma was hit with the body splash, that would give her some time to play with the little girl! Angel would start to pull articles of clothing off, getting the bottoms and the pantyhose. "Clyde, could you please strip her top off for me?"

"Already on it!" Claimed excalimed as he held Emma down while he began trying to remove her top. He had hoped that the bodyspalsh he gave her was enough weaken her and not give him to much resistance as he began unbuttoning her shirt.

"Meh, Sorry little lady... but whatever Angel wants, Angel Gets!"

Emma had struggled around a little bit, trying to escape their grasp. "N-no! Please don't!" Emma had then thought of an idea, she would pull Clyde's head in and whisper to him so Angel could not hear. "Why let her call the shots? You are the man, aren't you?"

Angel would finish pulling everything off and was now aiming for her panties, smiling up at Clyde, then looked down at Emma. "Whatever you're telling my handsome knight it won't work, after all, Clyde is smart, right my handsome knight?" Angel would say, pulling off Emma's panties. "Clyde, could you get the rest of her top?"

Clyde did actually ponder what Emma was getting at for a second before snapping his finger and getting the answer within his mind.

"Silly Girl..." Clyde said as he cupped his hands under Emma's chin and squeezed her cheeks, before turning her head to face Angel.

"Look at her! Angel is a fricken babe! Never in mah sober mind would I ever ponder myself winnin a lady like that! Not even if I won the Daytona 500 against Sid Vicious..." Spoke Clyde with this speedy southern tounge before relasing Emma and going to her top once more. "Don't worry mah love! Im stripping away!"

If Emma didnt stop him, Clyde would sucessfully remove the top from Emma.