Clyde Gastin Vs. Cheerleader Lilly (Complete)

Effectively knocking Lilly down with a stiff punch to her forehead that released a hard *Smack* upon impact. Clyde would then look over at the downed Lilly to briefly examine the damage done her, feeling her legs kicking about at his sides with her skirt covered read still in his lap. Lilly looked hurt and stunned. Now was the time to act.

Wasting no time as he dealt with the throbbing pain he felt in his skull, Clyde would proceed to rise to his feet after trying to grab Lilly's ankles and bring them up with him. He kept silent and didn't make any jokes as he went in for his next move, keeping himself serious and focused now that he was trying to put Lilly away.

Lilly's skirt would probably raise up and fall when Clyde lifted her legs, showing off her panties as a result, but Clyde would only get a quick glance of that and not even a comment before he tried to step forward between her legs to put his foot at her side before he tried to cross her legs together, tucking them under his right arm before trying to seat himself down on the small of Lilly's back try and lock in The Sharpshooter submission hold once again, wrenching back with all he had!

"Tap!!" He yelled out to her.

Lilly's head was throbing after Clyde had punched her square in the forehead, effectively putting her down on the mat in a daze. As such, she wasn't able to offer much resistance when Clyde grabbed her legs and looked down at her. To her surprise, he didn't say anything. No wise cracks, no smart ass remarks. Nothing, he just moved with quite focus as he began to wrap her legs up again. She remembered what had happened last time he did this. The Sharpshooter.

"N-no! Don't!" she shouted at him, just a s he began to role her over. But it was too late for begging, as she soon found herself once again, locked in the painful submission hold, Clyde cranking back on her legs. "AHHH!" she screamed out, her back flaring up in massive pain. The last time she was in this hold, she was lucky enough to crawl to the ropes, but this time, she more tired out from everything that had happened in the match already. No matter how much she clawed at the at, she couldn't gain any ground.

"N-nooo!" Lilly responded to Clyde. She didn't want to tap out to him. She had way too much pride for that. All the same, the hold was starting to have it's effect on her, and she didn't know how long she would be able to hold out.

"You keep sayin' 'No! No!' but that ain't gon' make me let Go!" Clyde would shout back to Lilly as he kept the submission hold on nice and tight, wrenching back on Lilly's legs and back with all the strength he had, his arms and legs weren't really all that damaged, just his head. And although he felt a harsh throbbing pain in his head that seemed to be in sync with his heartbeats, he still very much had to strength to fight on.

He tried to use that strength to secure the submission hold as best he could to keep the sharpshooter locked in tightly to cause strain on Lilly's lower back and thighs, pulling back as much as he could, gritting his teeth as he forced himself to pry harder and to try and resist Lilly's resistance as much he could to try and force her to tap.

"Just...Give it up, Goddoggit!"

Lilly felt like her back was on the verge of breaking. It seemed that Clyde was done with her beating on him, and now had the hold locked securely in place. She didn't know where she went wrong. She had been doing so well, aiming for one spot the whole time to wear him down. but not matter how many times she knocked him down, he would just keep on getting up, and countering her whenever the chance arose. And now she was stuck, tired, and in a massive amount of pain.

When Clyde began to pull back even harder, another cry escaped her. She was at her limit. She had fought hard, and was so close to winning, but it seemed it just wasn't meant to be. Seeing no other option, and just wanting the pain to stop, Lilly hand began to slap the mat. "I-I give! I GIVE!" she shouted, surrendering to Clyde.

Hearing Lilly submit, The Ref-Girl quickly called for the bell to ring, relief came over Clyde as heard it sound off while his theme song started to play signaling his victory. The harsh wrench he put on the sharpshooter would end in an instant as he let out a long tired gasping exhale of air upon gaining the knowledge that the small war with Lilly was now over. A tough opponent whom Clyde had taken way too lightly and underestimated. His head was throbbing and he tasted fresh blood on his lips and tongue. He won. But he had to cheat to get the narrow victory.

It was a tough fight and while Clyde knew he did a number on Lilly during the match, one fact still remained. Lilly kicked his ass. And Clyde showed that as he slumped forward and collapsed to the mat right as the match was signaled over.

The reception from the crowd was mixed. Some cheered for Clyde's victory. But alot booed him either because they just disliked him or were aware that Clyde had used that dirty eye-poke to steal his victory when Lilly almost put him out with her finisher. Close call.

"....Guhhh...." Groaned Clyde his cheek against the mat, panting heavily while his head continued to ring harshly, his legs on either side of Lilly's. He was exhausted and his head was sore as hell. His body was otherwise okay.

Wondered how Lilly was feeling and what condition she was in. Along with how pissed off she probably was now. He didn't know if he could go another round.

Not wanting to deal with the pain of the hold anymore, Lilly decided to swallow her pride and tap out, letting Clyde get the win. Even though she had tried so hard to beat him, and done so well, but she just couldn't stand the pain of the hold anymore. When Clyde let her go, she slumped down to the mat, clutching at the pain in her back and fighting back tears.

"Guh... you... bastard," she said, panting as she watched him flop down to the mat himself, clearly exhausted, and in pain himself. She had been so close. She could tell just by looking at him that if she had just managed to get one more good shot in, he would have been hers. She cursed herself for letting this happen.

Then she remembered why he won. He cheated. He cheated her out of a victory with a dirty eye poke. She had to admit, she wasn't past cheating either, but still, she hadn't, and she was so close to victory. Then he stole it from her. She also remembered the effect he had had on her the entire match. She didn't know why, she found him to be more attractive than she should have. She hated men, and he was no exception. And because of this, she hated him all the more.

Struggling, Lilly would get to her knees, and try to crawl to Clyde and mount his back. "I'll make you pay for this, you bastard. I'm going to make you my slave, one way, or another." she would hiss, trying to fight the pain in her back and grab his hair, going to slam it into the mat over and over. She couldn't hold it in anymore. She hated him, and wanted him to suffer. And when she was done with him, she would have her way with him, one way or another.

Clyde flashed a tired smile when he heard Lilly curse him. He was hurt but Lilly's anger brought him satisfaction in beating her and he figured it was going to be a good night now. He would grab a beer, get paid and go see Mercy before Christmas and forget about this crazy ass Cheerleader who wanted him to kiss her feet. Clyde just didn't understand why so many girls here liked doing that. Whatever, he thought.

But it wasn't over, Clyde felt a figure begin to slowly approach him and then mount him, the figure of a slender built young woman with fabric that felt... And then it hit him just before she spoke. Lilly wasn't done.

"Whut the!? H-Hey! Get-" Clyde protested, he didn't even know what Lilly meant by making him her slave, he didn't want to find out. His words were cutoff though by Lilly grabbing the back of his hair and ramming Clyde's face and already sore skull into the mat over and over again.

"Guh! Ugh! Agh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!! St-AGH! Ugh!! Uh-...gh..." Clyde let out though pained grunts as his head was bashed into the canvas. His head throbbed and his vision grew blurry and slow, his eyes bouncing and rolling around in his head from the thrashing, getting dizzy, growing dazed, unable to defend himself as his cries grew quieter and quieter until he was too out of it. He was awake, but his mind and body was dazed and defeated now.

Lilly felt a smile grow on her face as she continued to pound Clyde's face into the mat over and over, until his cries slowly grew to almost nothing. It felt good to get back at him like this, after losing to him, and after everything she made him feel. This helped to get her anger down, but still, she wasn't done with him yet.

After a slam or two more, she would let his head drop, before slowly getting to her feet, and staring down at her work. It was nice seeing him there at her feet, defeated and hurt. But it was time for her to make good on her promise to make hi her slave. Reaching down she would grab his hair and try to drag him to his feet, but keep a grip on his hair. "You are coming with me. Right now," she would say, dragging him to the ropes before whipping him toward them, and out of the ring to the mat below. From there, if he didn't fight her, she would follow him, and drag him up the ramp, and to the back. "I'm going to enjoy this. You might not, but I will."

After having his head bashed into the mat to the point where Clyde was too out of it to defend himself at all from Lilly's merciless assault as she pounded his head into the mat over and over until Clyde was near unconscious heap on the mat, groaning quietly in agony as his head swirled in a pained daze.

He could do nothing but look up at Lilly with eyes barely open as she hauled him up by his hair, he couldn't even stand. He wasn't going to stand on his own at all, Lilly would have to hold him up for that. He couldn't even respond to her words as she declared she was taking him, far too battered to do any real resistance as she tossed through the ropes and let him flop onto the floor.

"Guuuhhhh...." He muttered in a drowsy-like state in response to Lilly's words as he was dragged away, his feet sliding on the steel ramp behind him.

Clyde Gastin Wins via Submission

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