Clyde Gastin Vs. Cheerleader Lilly (Complete)

Clyde couldn't deny Lilly sounded pretty cute when she let out that squeak as he wrapped his arms around her body to haul her up and prep her for the piledriver where he had taken a moment to further mess with Lilly by giving her a quick wedgie that earned a small cry from Lilly that made Clyde grin shamelessly. He was having fun messing with Lilly during the match, but he had limits and did have to remind himself to calm down a bit, even if he did mess with Lilly to throw her off her game too.

Prepping for the piledriver, Clyde was about to bend over and grab Lilly's waist when suddenly he felt a quick barrage of punches pound his stomach hard over and over, each one making Clyde grunt as air would leave his body until he lost his grip on Lilly, setting her loose and giving her the opportunity to deliver a hard slap right across Clyde's face, leaving a hard *SMACK* sound to echo in the arena as she struck Clyde, making the crowd go "Oooooh!" as they hard the clapping impact that made Clyde's head and body turn about, stunned by the harsh slap that made his aching head ring a lot more.

Lilly knew that if she didn't get out from between Clyde's legs (oddly enough) she would be in a great deal more trouble than she was already in. Not being too good at taking a hit, the last two hits from him had been brutal to say the least. But the wedgie was enough for her to get mad enough to want to show him she had had enough with him. After punching him in the gut and getting him to back off some, she would slap him hard across the face, eliciting a nice little reaction from the crowd.

Lilly watched as her smack caused him to stumble some. This was her chance. In a fit of anger, she would run right at him, grabbing a fistful of his blond hair and dragging his face to the mat, hoping to slam him down with a hair pulling bulldog. If that worked, she try yo role him over, and climb atop him, straddling his muscular chest, and rain down as many punches as she could to his face. "Give me a wedgie, huh?!" she would shout as she did this, assuming, she was able to get this far.

Clyde had little time to protect himself from the hard slap across the face that stunned his senses momentarily and gave Lilly the window she needed to run up on Clyde, grab his hair and pull him down hard into the mat face first into the canvas. "Aghh!" Clyde let out following rough bulldog that made his head pounce up a bit the moment his face crashed into the canvas before flopping back down laying limply on the canvas.

"Guhhh" Clyde let out as he was turned over on his back, looking up at the lights that were above Lilly as she straddled him, gazing at her with a dizzy look in his eye before she shouted at him and began to rain down punches to his face over and over, making Clyde's head snap left to fight with every punch as his face was pounded a good bit before Clyde rose up his arms and covered his face to try and shield him from Lilly's assault as he tasted warm blood in his mouth from the beating she gave his face.

Lilly began to let out grunts as she punched Clyde's face, venting her frustrations for what he had done to her. He was bold, she had to admit that. The thought of it was humiliating, but at the same time, it brought the same blush to her cheeks that Clyde seemed to be so skilled in bringing out. She hated him. Hated that he was a man, hated that he had been so bold to touch her, and hated that he had the effect on her that he did. Beating on him like this helped a lot, but she wanted to win. That would show him that she wasn't someone you could just do all of that to.

After one last punch, ending after around ten of them, she would stop, growing tired of trying to punch him through his arms, and panting heavily. Clyde had offered little more resistance than simply trying to block. She had even drawn blood. She couldn't suppress the grin that overtook her. She was coming out on top, and she loved every second of it. Still, she wanted very much for Clyde to be finished. Hitting him over and over in the head seemed to be taking it's tole, but still, he was a hard head, and refused to stay down long. So she would have to try something else entirely.

Lilly would reach down, and grab both sides of his head with her hands, and try to sit him up. If she could manage this, she would try to pull his face between her breasts, going for her finisher, which was a typical breast smother that she called Love's Pillows. As much as she hated it, this might be her only chance to keep him down for good, so she would try. "Time to take a nap, Clyde babe."

Clyde didn't expect Lilly to get this vicious, her fighting style wasn't that of a trained technical grappler, he knew that, but he didn't expect an angry barrage of stiff punches either. The blows were tough enough to hurt Clyde's head even more and daze him further, drawing blood in his mouth following the blows, even as Clyde clinched up and tried to protect himself from the hits, a lot of them still struck him hard. His head was abused enough as it was. He didn't think about or fear getting a concussion, but at this rate Lilly could injure him.

After that tenth punch, Clyde's arms would drop tiredly to his sides and give him a clear look at Lilly who was still on his stomach and panting heavily following her barrage, Clyde's head was throbbing by Lilly was tired. He thought about giving her a headbutt, but feared that would do more damage to him than her at this point in the bout.

Feeling Lilly's hands suddenly grab the side of his head, Clyde groaned a bit as she sat him and tried to pull his face right between her breasts. Clyde's eyes went wide in an instant as he shot his hands forth to place one hand on Lilly's shoulder and the other at her chin, trying to keep himself away from the smother finisher!

"...But you ain't given me my bed time story... Yet..." Clyde let out through gritted teeth as some blood trickled down his lip, trying to keep himself away from Lilly's chest as he struggled to hold her back.

It wasn't much, but Lilly's assault on Clyde helped to calm her a bit after the embarrassing wedgie e had given to her. Only a bit though. She still anted to make him realize just how bad of an idea that really was. Thus far, Clyde had been a huge thorn in her side, constantly making this match difficult. But no longer, it was her time to show him that she wasn't a pushover girl. She was a fighter!

Lilly would grab the side of Clyde's head, trying to sit him up and pull his head between her breasts and into her smother finisher; Love's Pillows. But Clyde still seemed to have some fight in him it seemed. His hands would rest on her shoulder, and on her chin, trying to push away from her and keep from getting smothered. "Rrr, just sit still!" Lily yelled at him. Even after all of that, Clyde still had enough strength to keep her at bay for the most part. But that wouldn't keep her from trying something else. As he pushed against her, she would remove one of her hands from the side of his head, only to try and push him there as hard as she could, hoping to daze him enough to pull him into the smother.

"Shit... Shit... Shit..." Thought Clyde as Lilly put more effort into pulling him into her chest. Normally Clyde would be begging for this, but being aware of the situation with Lilly, along with having a match, it was a lot easier for Clyde to say no.

"Hell...Naw!" Clyde yelled back at Lilly, defiant as ever to not just lay down for her. If she caught him with that breast smother and beat him with it, he'd knew he'd be going down fighting, he'd swear he'd never lay down for anyone else again. Defiant till the end.

But as Lilly moved her hands and tried to push him there harder, Clyde's head began to slowly move towards Lilly's chest. Clyde blushed instantly as he stared at the well-developed chest of Lilly's that was right in front of him, trying to stay away, he was getting desperate to get loose.

"...Damn... You could poke an eye out with those babies... Like... This!" Clyde would remark to Lilly though his gritted teeth as he gave her a lame joke before trying to move up his hand that was at her chin. His palm rubbing across her soft lips and then above her nose, his finger tips tracing along her cheeks until he found her eyes where he would try to quickly and desperately deliver a sudden eye poke to Lilly! Using a dirty trick to try and save himself before he was locked in the smother, which would surely happen if the eye poke didn't work...

Lilly was having trouble getting Clyde to get back into the breast smother. She felt kind of shocked that he just didn't willingly go to her chest. After all, she figured all men wanted to have their faces between the breasts of women. One way or another, Lilly wanted to make sure that she got this hold on place, no matter how defiant he was. She was not going to give up no matter what!

Eventually, she felt him moving closer and closer as his strength began to fade a bit. This was it, she was going to get it! Lilly began to pull with all she had, trying to get his face back in the smother and cut his air off completely. Being so caught up in it, Lilly didn't even realize that his hand was moving up her face more and more, until his finger was pushed into er eye. "Gah!" she shouted, her hands involuntary leaving his head and going to her eye. H-he cheated! she thought to herself as she felt her eyes start to water and itch like crazy. This distraction was enough to keep her from trying anything else, at least for a moment.

Lilly was mostly right about men wanting their faces between a woman's breasts. Clyde was defiantly one of those guys. He couldn't even deny he was physically attracted to Lilly. But he had too much pride to just lay down and lose to anyone, even if it was a hot move like a breast smother. He didn't want to be like the rest of the roster.

Clyde and Lilly's strength seemed to be matched, if not more in Lilly's favor seeing as the head-shots Clyde took had dazed him quite a bit. He wasn't very strong at all but he may have been a little stronger than Lilly at the start of the match, now she probably she had the advantage. After all she probably wasn't going to have to worry about a concussion. Clyde might have to if Lilly kept trying to bust his head.

Thankfully for Clyde though, he went back to his old bag of Scallywag tricks and used the dreaded Eye Poke! Effectively stunning Lilly and causing her to release The Cowboy. The crowd gave a mixed reaction to the act, some booing Clyde's cheap move and others booing the fact that they didn't get to see some any breast smothering action. Clyde would have flipped off those who wanted the latter to happen to him.

"Hey! No more of that!" The Ref Girl shouted to Clyde and wagged a finger in his face. "Yeah! Yeah! I know!" He argued back while looking at Lilly whom He'd quickly grip by the shoulder with his left hand and push back a bit while she sat on his lap, bringing his right arm back as he did this. He frowned slightly. "Sorry..." He thought but did not hesitate or waste any time before he tried to fire out a hard right punch, attempting to nail Lilly right between the eyes.

The entire match, Clyde did not hold back against Lilly. If he did, she would have already beat him, but he wasn't a big fan of punching beautiful women either, especially in the face, and tried to keep himself from doing that, but he id had to had pull out all he had to try and take her down, otherwise she was going to kick his head off!

Lilly couldn't believe Clyde would stoop so low as to cheat just so he could get the upper hand. And just after she had the match won as well. This concluded what she believed, all men were cheaters, and pathetic. Still, that didn't change the fact that she as in deep trouble, because in that moment, she was wide open. After the ref girl reprimanded him for the eye poke, she tried to wipe the water from her eyes and get a look at Clyde, who she was still on top of. But just as she opened her eyes, she saw something that she never expected. His fist coming right at her forehead. With an audible smack, his fist connected, sending her sprawling back against the mat, both hands going to her forehead. "GAH!" she shouted, her feet kicking at the mat.

Lilly was in shock. That was the first punch he had thrown, at it had hit it's mark dead on, leaving her wide open to another strike from Clyde.