"Im Number 1!" Clyde Gastin Vs. Zero (For Darius) Complete

Still stunned by the fists of Zero being hammered into his head that made his ears ring. Clyde Gastin was wincing in even more pain, his back, his bloodied lip, and now his head. The young man was in a world of hurt, and it seemed that Zero wasn't going to let this match end without hurting him some more.

Opening his eyes groggily, Clyde would see Zero's slender muscular figure sit right next to him before seeing her elbow smash directly into his face; earning a weakened cry of pain from the texan as he was hammerd back onto the mat, laying sprawled out over the canvas, barely able to stay awake after taking so much punishment; groaning quietly on the mat.

Zero was already working her way to her feet after nailing Clyde in the face. She rolled back to her feet so she could put Clyde through some much deserved pain. While Clyde lay dazed on the mat, Zero reached down and grabbed a handful of his blond hair, and would use it to roughly haul him to his feet.

If she maged that, she would pull the dazed Texan into a front facelock, holding him tightly to prevent escape. She'd thentake his right arm and drape it behind her head, setting up for a suplex. Without so much as a gunt Zero would lift Clyde off his feet, hauling him upwards but would not actually slam him. Instead she held him up there upside down, his feet pointing straight up at the cieling and let the blood rush to his head. Then, after everal seconds passed, Zero would then fall backwards, completing the suplex by slamming Clyde's back hard into the mat.

Clyde would continue groaning in pain on the mat, still dazed quite a bit from taking that elbow to the face, as he squirmed around on the mat like a helpless child, wanting to stand up but not having the energy to do so. Clyde would wince as Zero grabbed his thick blonde hair pulled hard on it, hauling the light weight texan back on his wobbly legs.

At this point, Clyde was nothing more than putty in Zero's clutches, being easily locked into Zero's front facelock; he'd groan weakly as his limp arm was tossed around the back of Zero's head before lifting him up high in the air for a stalling vertical suplex. Clyde was already dizzy enough, but hanging upside down in the vertical suplex only made things worse; his face began to turn red as the blood rushed to Clyde's head, hanging groggily high above the air before Zero fell backwards, carrying Clyde with her to slam the boy down hard upon the mat with a loud crash.

His body would bounce up of the mat as he was driven into the canvas, before finally flopping back down lifelessly to lay sprawled out on the gym ring mat; with both of his arms and legs being spread out from his slightly twitching body as his eyes were sealed shut. Clyde Gastin had been laid out cold by wrath of his opponent, Zero Kotobuki.

After landing that thunderous suplex Zero rolled into a sitting position. She looked back at Clyde, about to inflict some more punishment if need be, but when she came to look upon her opponant's prone form and closed eyes, she came to the conclusion that Clyde wouldn't be causing her any trouble at the moment. At three falls to one Zero had won the POW match.

That thought made her frown in perplexion. She crawled out of the ring, momentaily forgetting Clyde, and went over to her nearby gym bag. Reaching inside it she pulled out the Sex Wars rule book, which she was never without, and thunbed through the pages until she reached the topic on POW matches. According to the book, the winner had to handcuff the losing opponant and drag them back to their rooms do whatever they pleased.

That last sentence caused a slight blush to come across Zero's face. It wasn't in her nature to take advantage of someone like that, no matter how much they annoyed her. She looked over at the unconscious Clyde. Zero considered just leaving him here, but wasn't sure what the officials would think about her skimming the rules of an agreed upon match. Well, she could at least get him to her room for now.

She placed the rule book away and dug for something else in her bag. Soon she pulled out a hand towel, and made her way back to the ring with it. Climbing back in Zero turned Clyde over, and would use the towel to tie the man's hands behind his back tightly until she was sure he wouldn't be able to escape. Once that was done, she dragged Clyde out of the ring, and once outside it she threw him over her shoulder with little effort. With a determined 'huff!' she mde her way out of the gym, taking her captive back to the Girl's Dorms.

Clyde remained planted on the gym ring, barely moving after Zero secured her victory in the match, claiming the texan for the next 24 hours. Even as Zero left the young man alone in the ring, Clyde wouldnt move a single muscle of his body, other than his chest that would rise up and down as he slowly took in and exhaled oxygen.

Flopping over like a ragdoll, Clyde would be easily turned over by Zero. Laying prone on his stomach as his wrists were handcuffed tightly behind his back by Zero's towel, though by the looks of the blonde brawler, it appeared he wasnt going anywhere anytime soon.

Hanging limply over her shoulders, Clyde was easily taken by the taller and stronger Zero. Weighing less than 130 pounds, Clyde wouldnt be too difficult to carry, and could be discribed best as a baby in Zero's clutches as she hauled the texan away, planning to do who knows what with him.