Clyde Gastin Vs. Cheerleader Lilly (Complete)

Clyde was stunned by the knee to the face but was still a tough sonovagun. He was a bit rocked but all he needed was a second and he'd be back on his feet cockier than ever. "...Just bein' honest..." He muttered like he had been scolded for doing a good thing just as he began to sit up and stagger up onto one knee slowly.

He looked up and then from side to side as he wondered where Lilly had gone, but in an instant she revealed herself again as Clyde felt her zoom up next to him and grab the back of his head to try and pull him down for a bulldog. But this time Clyde thought quick and hastily got him arm around Lilly's waist while his other arm cupped her smooth thigh, gritting his teeth as he carried her from his kneeling positing before trying to toss her forth and send her falling hard onto her skirt covered rear upon the canvas.

Lilly was happy that so far, this was going well. The fact that she had an early upper hand against someone who probably had a lot of wrestling training proved to her that she could be just as good as someone like him without needing any training at all. She was a natural after all. Now running at Clyde, she would go for a running bulldog, going to slam his face down into the mat, but it seemed Clyde had other plans for her. Before she managed to pull him down far, he lifted her up and slammed her rear down onto the mat with a loud thud. It didn't really hurt, but it was embarrassing, that's for sure.
"Ow! Jerk! What the hell was that?!" she yelled at him, sitting up a bit and rubbing her sore butt.

"Nothin' but skill and reflexes, Babeh!" Clyde boasted in a rowdy manner after dropping the cheerleader down hard on her bottom. It wasn't entirely on purpose but Clyde supposed it was easier to drop a pretty girl on her butt rather than punch her so it worked out.

Clyde didn't waste any time though. He immediately jumped up and went to close the gap between him and Lilly, attempting to preform a swift, low drop kick to her upper back while she was on the mat tending to her rear.

Reflexes? You just got lucky! Lilly thought to herself as she comforted her rear. She was embarased that sch a move was used on her. He didn't even try to hurt her, he just did it to make her look like a fool. She sat there for a bit, trying to get back into it, but she was unable to do so, as she was knocked back down to the mat when Clyde hit her with a quick drop kick to her back.
"Gah!" she shouted, laying on her stomach and reaching around her to hold her back. This was bad, with such a simple move, Clyde had taken advantage of her, and was now winning. Lilly would have to do something quick to put him in his place.

Nailing the dropkick that sent Lilly down on her stomach against the mat, Clyde quickly sprung up to look at his handy work on Lilly. He had to admit she was pretty fierce and that while he wanted to keep teasing and flirting with her, he had to be a lot more careful, too many hard hits like knee's to the face and bulldogs could knock him out if he got careless.

"Sorry if I'm a little too rough for ya, Missy.... But you know... Sometimes it calls for it...." He teased her before trying to walk up to her, legs on either side of her body, bending low to press his chest up against Lili's back before trying to dig down and hook his arms around Lili's waist to try and keep her trapped in his grasp while hauling her up to her feet along with him, blowing warm breath along her ear to mess with her further.

He didn't know if it would entice her or anger her, either one worked.

"D-damn it..." she muttered as she got up to her hands and knees. That damn Clyde was beginning to get on her nerves. His cocky words were annoying beyond belief. He obviously though he was better than her, and that pissed her off. Without being able to do much, Clyde had his arms wrapped around her waist from behind, and hauled her to her feet. She felt his warm breath on the back her neck, on top of all things. Once again, she felt herself blushing. How could that be? She hated men, all of them, with a burning passion. She had many men hit on her, and never once had she felt embarrassed over nervous. And for some reason, this Clyde was getting to her.
"L-let go of me you bastard!" she shouted at him, struggling against him. She wasn't really thinking straight, due to the fact she was a bit distracted by what he was doing, so she did little else but squirm.

Clyde's sneaky tactics seemed to be paying off quite nicely as he continued to tease and fluster Lilly not only for his amusement in teasing her, but among other thing as well. He had Mercy Wrenn on his mind a lot, but he couldn't deny the sudden appearance of this girl, Lilly had made him somewhat smitten with her. And the fact that the things he seemed to be doing were affecting her, only bolstered Clyde's confidence even more that he was still quite the scoundrel on a good day with the right girl.

Putting Lilly on her feet, Clyde ignored her words and would squeeze Lilly tightly with his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder before laying his head against her head to tease her further. He tried to keep his right arm firmly around her waist while his index finger on his left would begin to trace along the exposed midriff of Lilly, tracing his finger tips softly against her skin, blowing softly against her neck before trying to secure both arms around her waist to hold her firmly.

If that worked, Clyde would try and follow up by lifting up Lilly and tossing her backwards over his head to for a pinning German suplex! Trying to use his underhanded and sly tricks to the fullest and steal a pin early in the match!

Lilly was struggling against him, but his grip was too tight to break it seemed. It didn't help that his warm breath was getting to her. "Let go of me!" she would shout once again. He didn't really seem to care that she was objecting to how he was touching her. In fact, her furthered his touches, letting his fingers wander her exposed mid section. Her blush deepened as he did this. No man, ever, had dared touch her like this. This distraction gave him enough leeway to throw her over his top of him in a well executed German Suplex. Lily landed hard on the back of her head, causing he to cry out in pain as she rolled onto her side and kicking at the mat.
How could things have gotten so bad so quickly? It was ridiculous! She had to do something, and fast, or Clyde might end up making her look eve worse than he already had.

Nailing Lilly with the German suplex after taking his time to tease her with a flirty distraction, Clyde looked over at Lilly who kicked at the mat in pain to examine his handiwork, emitting a cringing action as he looked the cheerleader who was clearly shaken by the hard slam.

Clyde had to admit while it was fun to tease Lilly he was starting to feel a little bit bad for her, as it became apparent to him that she could be almost done, her certainty didn't enjoy beating up on girls and if Lilly couldn't take it, he was just going to have to end this. Still he was glad that he didn't have to punch her at all during this match. She had a rather pretty face in Clyde's eyes and didn't want to mess that up, even if brawling was his strong point.

"I think it's best you stay down, Babe. Clyde Gastin don't take no pleasure in hurtin' women." The Cowboy would declare, expressing some chivalry under his unrefined demeanor. Clyde then marched over to Lilly's body and grabbed her shoulder to roll her from her side to get her onto her back to lay her flat before Clyde walked to the nearest side of the ring across from her body.

Clyde would grab the top rope and take a deep breath to get an eye of where Lilly was, taking some time to prep himself before jumping up to plant his boot covered feet on the middle ropes before sprining off of them to preform a Springboard Moonsault, attempting to land right across Lilly's slender stomach.

Lilly listened to him talk t her like she was inferior to her. Where did her get off! She thought. He acted like he was better, and he just got lcky so far. She didn't want to give up to him like this. She had barely done anything, ad that was unacceptable. He would pay for what he did to her! And not only for hurting her, but for teasing her as he did.

She watched him, very careful, waiting for him to make the first move. Sure, she was in pain, but she wanted to show this bastard up! As he went off to the ropes and flipped off of the ropes into a moonsault, she would raise her knees up to her chest, waiting for him to land on them hard. She was sure that his weight alone would still hurt her a bit, but surely this would hurt him more than it would her.