Clyde Gastin Vs. Cheerleader Lilly (Complete)

Clyde didn't know if he could really pull of a springboard moonsault, Heather had taught him just a little during their time together and never dedicated himself to being a high-flyer even if he was kind of quick and light on his feet. Despite all that, he pulled off the move and held his breath as he flew the air in a fantastic fashion, flipping through the air, flying.

But rather than land on the soft form of Lilly, Clyde would end up plummeting down hard on the cheerleaders knees that she had tucked into her chest, causing Clyde's abdomen and chest to slam directly into them.

"GUUUUHHH!!!" Clyde wheezed out as air was ejected from his legs, bouncing off of Lilly's knees to flop down hard on the canvas, twitching about while he gasped for air and clutched his stomach, greatly winded and in great pain as he writhed on the mat, trying to suck in air.

"G-God....Dammit......."

As Clyde came crashing down on top of her, as she expected, his weight drove her legs down into her chest, compressing her breasts painfully. She let out a slight groan of pain as he rolled off of her, and she rolled onto her side, trying to get her breath back. It had worked! She had seen others do the same thing before, and it had worked for them. She was just happy it didn't end up more painful than it was. She looked over at the downed Clyde, who was successfully winded by her last second effort to get ahead. "Serves... serves you right!" she shouted at him, now struggling to her feet, using the ropes as assistance in doing so.

She would need to act, and act fast. He would just get up and do it all over if she didn't. Using something else she had seen done, she would run at the ropes, bouncing off of them, and as she approached him, she would launch herself at him, feet first, aiming a drop kick at the side of the man's head.

Gasping from a bit from the failed springboard moonsault that put him square on Lilly's knees to knock the air out of his lungs, Clyde would struggle to recover but would command himself inwardly to do so. He was not weak, he was tough as nails, that's what he always told himself. He refused to be taken out by a failed moonsault, he was better than that.

"...May have deserved it a lil'..." Clyde thought to himself in response to Lilly's words, unable to really say them out loud.

Eventually Clyde managed to get himself up on one knee, holding his stomach as he did so, more focused on trying to get up than actually try and see where Lilly was, which took Clyde by surprise when Lilly came in with a sudden and brutal, high speed dropkick that caught Clyde off guard and nailed him directly in the side of the head, completely unprotected, rattling his skull and sending his eyes rolling as he was blasted, whipping his head forth and sending him down to the mat on his side before flopping over on his back, laying sprawled out on the canvas with his chest rising up and down as he took in hard gaps of air, knocked for a dizzy loop by Lilly's powerful dropkick.

With all she had, Lilly ran at the ropes, and sent a flying drop kick at Clyde's head, sending him straight back down to the mat, seeming to knock him into a daze. Lilly grinned as she got to her feet again and walked over him a moment, looking down at her handy work. "What's wrong? Is little old me too much for you?" she taunted, glarring down at the man. She had to admit, for a man, he was nice to look at. But she didn't have time for that. This was her chance!

Laying down on top of him, she would push his shoulders down onto the mat. Her chest was laying across his, letin the weight of her entire body hold him down for a pin. "One!" the ref called out.

"Ugghh..." Clyde groaned out from against the ring canvas as Lilly hovered over him and gave him a brief taunt much like he had done to her earlier. He would have given her a smart-ass response had he not been out it from the strong dropkick Lilly gave him, in fact Clyde could barely register Lilly was standing over him for a moment before she went to cover him for a pin.

Clyde let out a soft breath of air as Lilly cheerleader laid her body along the cowboy's, pushing his shoulders down while her chest laid against his, hearing the One Count, Clyde's eyes went wide, he tried to move his arm but Lilly had his shoulders down, he realzied she was laying over him, her breasts against his chest, their thighs pressed against one another, the unexpected position that caught Clyde off guard and made him blush deep red before he tried to move his leg up and press it against the mat before desperately kicking off to roll him and Lilly onto their sides to break the pin.

When the ref's hand slapped down for one, and Clyde didn't really move, it brought a grin to Lilly's face. She had managed to get this man down, and possibly out! It was exciting to say the least. And after her debut match, which ended in a humiliating defeat, this was definitely a rush. The rush wouldn't last long it seemed, because just before the count of 2, Clyde would role to the side, effectively pushing her off of him.
"No! Damn it!" Lilly shouted, pounding her hand into the mat in frustration. After such a powerful hit, she couldn't even get him for a 2 count?! She looked down at Clyde, glaring. He was really going to make her work for this win. She took a deep breath and grinned. "Fine, have it your way," she would say, slowly getting to her feet. She didn't really mind that she could continue the fight. After all, she enjoyed what she did to him just a bit ago, why not enjoy it some more. She would beat him to the point where she would have him begging and kissing her feet! "Up you come, Clydey!" she would say, going to grab a fistful of his hair and haul him to his feet. If she could manage to do this, she would attempt to pull his head under her arm, and go for another move she had seen before. A DDT!

(I forgot to write the ref getting a 2 count. Sorry >_< )

Clyde flopped over onto his back again after getting Lilly off him, still a bit dazed and winded by the dropkick and failed moonsault, he would grin lightly at Lilly's tantrum, finding it kind of fun and amusing that he got her in such a way, even if he was out of it.

Lilly however was not through and found a bright side as she got to her feet and hauled Clyde up some more, taunting him a bit before she pulled the cowboy up his shaggy hair. "Guhh..." Clyde let out in a dazed state, unable to really resist against Lilly other than weakly push back at her waist and squirm in her grasp before she put him in a front face lock before dropping Clyde's head down on the mat for a hard DDT.

"Nnh!" Clyde let out as his skull hit the mat, bouncing off the canvas and flopping over onto his back, sprawled out and his chest heaving up and down again, knocked dizzy all over again from the second blast to his skull.

(haha it's ok. These things happen)

Lilly would grin as she pulled Clyde in for the DDT, effectively planting the top of his head into the mat and sending him sprawling, once again, on his back, seemingly in a massive daze. This made her happy, knowing she was able to do so much damage to him. She had never even practiced moves like the drop kick, or the DDT. She had just seen others so it in the matches she had observed. She figured they couldn't be that hard. She seemed to be right. And she was also right that she was a natural at everything she did. She didn't need training to beat this man!
"Awww, so sorry Clydey. Did that hurt?" She taunted, looming over his body like a predator to it's prey. Seeing him down on the mat, looking helpless, brought that rush back to her again. It was so exciting! Why let it end there though, right? Taking this chance, she would walk over Clyde's head and drop herself down, hoping that her knee would connect with his forehead. That, assuming he didn't manage to ge his wits back enough to move aside.

Clyde was still dazed heavily by the DDT he took to his head, having taken Three Total bumps to the head from Lilly rattled his brain. Thankfully Clyde was stubborn and had a hard head, it still hurt a lot though. He didn't know if Lilly was trained or not but while she wasn't perfect she was pretty strong and knew how to dish out the pain, ironically enough, Clyde was not trained either, he just watched and tried to copy what he saw. Granted he's learned a few tricks during his lengthy time here.

"Ahh..." Clyde let out with one eye open as Lilly towered over him, blushing a bit at the sight as she taunted him while she stood over him in a dominant manner. He clicked his tongue at her words in agitation but couldn't deny that it was arousing position to have Lilly over him, but he couldn't just lie down and let Lilly walk over him in a match. Backstage was different story.

Still, Clyde came to his senses and tried to get up but would take a sudden knee right to his forehead from Lilly. "Gah!!" Clyde let out she dropped her knee on his head without mercy, making Clyde turn over on his side and kick at the mat in pain from the hit before his eyes narrowed in agitation as he began to grow frustrated. Looking at Lilly's feet he tried to quickly grab her ankles and pull to trip her up and send her falling to the mat on her back.

Standing over him, Lilly would grin before dropping her knee down on Clyde's head, making him kick at the mat in pain. Was that really all it took? She was barely trying anymore, and she had him right where she wanted him; at her feet. Once she got back up to her feet, she would continue to stare down at him, observing her work. She had done quite a bit, focusing on his head. That seemed to be the best urse of action at this point, taking him out by focusing on his head. That's what she would do. Lilly was preparing drop another knee on his head, but wasn't expecting him to grab at her ankle, giving it a hard pull.
"Wha?!" she shouted at the pull was hard enough to bring her down to the mat. Fortunately, she managed to brace herself just enough so that her head didn't hit the mat that hard, but all the same, it did enough to keep her from being able to see what may come next. "Damn it..."