POW Match: Clyde Gastin Vs. Shiori

Clyde was pretty much done and he knew it. Without the ability to strike or make much use of his legs he was easy pickings for Shiori, allowing her to continue toying with him and teasing him to no end, all for her amusement. It reminded Clyde of the way his former loved one used to be with him, Shiori had that same dominate teasing manner that she had, it was awkward and somewhat intimidating but overall distracting. Even worse, Clyde felt he was going to pop at any moment and Shiori was just making things worse with everything she kept doing.

"Hrrmmm..." Clyde growled silently to himself when Shiori picked up his head to see his face that was blushing beat red, unable to keep it away from Shiori as she applied pressure to his neck to keep his head up, making Clyde wince as he writhed around and heard her words, she kept teasing him so much and he couldn't take it, anymore and he was going to forget how to speak clear English and instead use incoherent stammerings.

"..." Clyde couldn't answer and proceeded to tap on the mat to signal his surrender. Prisoner of War or not, anything was better than continuing to fail at fighting Shiori in the ring.

Shiori giggled and released her arm from Clyde's neck as he tapped out, but still continuing her ruffling on his hair. She would push the cowboy's body to the mat, allowing him some rest while still sitting on his back. Even if the match was over, she didn't feel like letting him up just like that.

"Aww, so you finally give, huh?" she would say, patting his head playfully. "Now you're going to be my prisoner, my little cowboy..."

Shiori would finally get off Clyde's back and sit besides him, ruffling his hair some more. She would smile sweetly at him, like an older sister who's trying to comfort her little brother after defeating him. It's been a fun match and all for her, and now that she would have the cowboy as her prisoner, Shiori thought that she could start being nice with him from now.

"By the way, I'm still curious about what do you mean with "impossible" earlier, Clyde-kun~" she would say to him teasingly.

Releasing a groan of frustration as Shiori ruffled his hair, Clyde tried to get up but was pushed back down by Shiori who sat down on Clyde's back, making him grunt lightly from the action and blush deeply at the embarrassing and somewhat sensual act he was pulled into by this rather interesting girl.

"...." Clyde didn't even know what to say as Shiori patted his head playfully and declared that he was now her prisoner, calling him, her little cowboy. All of this made Clyde flush even further, frustrated and embarrassed beyond belief. He could only sigh at this point. Not one of his better matches but there was little he could do about it. Besides, maybe being Shiori's prisoner would be a good thing. Maybe he won in a different way.

Still, Shiori still made Clyde feel 'Weird' with the way she played around with him, still ruffling his hair in a flirty, playful manner, it was virtually impossible to hide his red cheeks from her.

Clyde didn't bother sitting up, he preferred just laying on his stomach for now while he looked up at Shiori and averted his eyes upon hearing her question. "...Eh... Well you're... Geez... I can't say." Muttered Clyde. Wanting to basically say that Shiori's teasing and flirty tactics never seemed to let up and Clyde was constantly trapped in them no matter what he did.

"...So we gettin' outta here now?" He asked.

Shiori laughed softly as Clyde couldn't seem to put his mind into words. She would gave him another playful pat on the head before slowly getting up. There's no need to embarrass the cowboy more now as she could just do it later, or so she thought.

"Sure," the girl would say, nodding her head a bit.

Shiori would walk to the corner where she put her jacket and took it, draping it over one shoulder before she would look at her prisoner to see whether he already got up as well or not. Regardless, she would get out of the ring before snapping her fingers playfully at Clyde, signaling him to follow her as if the cowboy was a pet or something. Once her prisoner followed her, Shiori would then start walking towards the exit, her mind already wandering about what she should do to the cowboy...