Clyde Gastin Vs. Makie Akamatsu

"Oh no. He called me what I is. Pft." Clyde mocked in a dull manner while looking at Makie, just a moment before the two began the lockup and got the match underway, with Makie being quick to stun the cowboy and bring him to the mat with a nicely applied armbar.

Clyde winced as he felt Makie crank his arm a little more, the defiantly knew how to apply the hold and it was putting some punishment on Clyde's arm, the longer he stayed the more it was going to affect him so that prompted him to try and escape as quick as he could before the arm was rendered useless, or worse, Tap.

"Oh I dunno. Figured it would...Ngh... Convince ya ta' ease up..." Clyde responded jokingly before he heard Makie's later comment that got him a little bit worried. "I ain't about to find out!" He shot back before trying to lift himself up on one side, allowing him to turn his body a bit where he'd bring his legs up try and curl himself into a ball while hopefully going along with the twist Makie had on his arm.

If that worked, Clyde would push his boots on Makie's abdomen and try to shove her off and away from him. Being quick to try and scramble to his feet if it happened.

Makie breathed softly as she felt Clyde squirm and writhe underneath her. Admittedly, she was enjoying this position, and even more enjoyed the fact that she had an early lead and a tough hold on one of the big names of Tension. Feeling Clyde trying to roll, she maintained her grip. “Oh, I wouldnâ€t do that if I were you,” she teased as she continued to rack up the hold on Clydeâ€s arm. “Not unless you really want to dislocate your should—AAAAH!”

Makie was caught by surprise, all of a suddenl, when Clydeâ€s booted heels pressed up against her bare back and shoved, hard. Her grip and her balanced were both lost as she was sent tumbling forwards onto her front. Mildly embarrassed, Makie huffed and tried to roll away from Clyde, scrambling up to her own feet as well…

"Dislocate my shoulder!? Could she really have done that!?" Clyde thought just as he shoved Makie away and off of him with his feet. He wasn't a submission expert at all and only knew a couple holds so the news that he could have engineered his own injury really got to Clyde and warned him to be careful around Makie.

Clyde watched Makie fall to her front as he got into a kneeling position, taking time to rotate his arm as he saw her rolling away. His eyes gleamed as he saw opportunity to strike, prompting Clyde to dart off the balls of his feet and charge at Makie, attempting to leap at her with his legs up as she tried to get to her feet. If he was quick enough, Clyde would try to preform an enziguri and strike the back of Makie's head with the top of his foot.

Although Clyde had managed to free himself, Makie still felt encouraged by her good start to the match. Rolling, she got up to her knees as she turned to face Clyde again, ready for anything.

Anything, that was, except for a sudden attack. Clyde came charging right at her, having recovered even faster than Makie had anticipated. Alarmed, Makie tried to dodge, thinking that Clyde was launching a drop kick at her chest or face. She was quickly proved wrong, however, as Clyde's booted foot slammed hard against the side of her head. "UUUUGH!" she gasped, stars exploding across her vision as she was knocked onto her front.

"BOOOOM!!" Clyde let out obnoxiously as he managed successfully nail the side of Makie's head with the enziguri and send her down to the canvas showing that while Makie may have had her submissions, Clyde had a couple tricks of his own to use that were quite dangerous as well. He doubted that would be enough to take down Makie though, he didn't know how strong she was but Clyde had to hope it would take a lot more than that.

Clyde wasted no time getting to his feet and running towards Makie, trying to pull her over onto her back. "Stay right there." He said quickly before taking a quick second to look at Toshio and pull down his eyelid with his finger while sticking his tongue out, doing this breifly before running to the opposite ropes and jumping on the middle ropes before springing off. Attempting to nail Makie with a springboard moonsault to land right across her body.

Makie's world had been reduced to a miasma of sound and colour as her head rang from Clyde's brutal kick. Moaning, she rolled onto her back, clutching her head and kicking, weakly and fitfully, at the mat. She couldn't believe she had fallen for such an easy counter, and her face reddened at being shown up by the Cajun. Once she cleared her head, she thought to herself, then she was going to get back at Clyde and teach him a lesson...

All while this was happening, however, Clyde was climbing the top rope. Scowling at Clyde, Toshio turned to his sister and shouted for her to get back up. His shouts came too late, however, as the Ragin Cajun backflipped and slammed down, hard, onto the prone Makie, causing her bare arms and legs to jolt upward before she was sent sprawling onto her side, huffing for air.

Taking out a page from his past, Clyde utilized a two moves Heather had taught him and made it his own, using the enziguri against Makie and now the springboard moonsault, which Clyde preformed not in the most graceful of ways but it got the job done. He sucked his breath in once he flipped backwards, expecting himself to be hurt if he missed or ended falling onto a pair of knees.

Thankfully Clyde landed on something soft, pretty and Japanese. "After~noon!" He sang as he splashed into Makie, wincing slightly with a grin as he saw her arms and legs shoot up before they fell limply. "Ooooh... That's gotta hurt." Clyde muttered as saw what his moonsault did to Makie. He didn't enjoy hurting women but a job was a job and he intended to be good at it, regardless of who he fought and seeing Makie like that told Clyde he was fighting correctly.

He quickly rolled Makie over onto her back and laid across her body, hooking her leg for the count. The ref girl moved in. "1!"

Makie was still gasping for air after being nailed in the chest by Tai's moonsault, when she felt herself being rolled over. "Unngh.." She opened one eye, a part of her still unable to believe how badly the match was suddenly going for her. "D..dammit..." she mumbled.

That was before Tai dropped down, hooking one of her legs back for the pin. Although she had been in plenty of matches by now, for some reason Makie still found herself blushing as she felt Clyde's fit body pressing down against hers. Snapping out of it, Makie kicked out from under the Cajun, getting a shoulder up off the mat before the countdown could go any further. "Get off, baka.."

(You're killin me, smalls ;P)

Clyde secured the pin, hoping for a nice quick win against Makie following the moonsault that he landed firmly on her but he should have known it would take alot more than that to put her out. The pin was broken rather quickly and Clyde made a grunt of disappointment just as Makie told him to get off. He chuckled at her words.

"That's right. Yo soy El Baka." Clyde returned with twangy Spanish and Japanese to mess around with Makie. He then got up and tried to walk above her head. trying to hook his arms under her and then hoist her up. If that worked, Clyde would attempt to go for a release German Suplex, bringing Makie to her feet and then lifting her upwards and back, trying to throw her over her head onto her shoulders and upper-back.

"Razmataz!" He let out just before trying to go for the suplex, if allowed.

Makie huffed as Clyde rolled off of her, and with a groan, she turned and tried to push herself back to her hands and feet. She was still fairly red-faced from the pin attempt-- and, now, from Clyde's deliberate mangling of a simple Japanese insult-- and her midsection was still sore from Clyde's successful moonsault. Gritting her teeth, she tried to push herself back to her feet.

Unfortunately, Clyde was there to help her back up, snagging both of her arms and dragging her back to her feet. Gasping, Makie tried to twist free, hoping to get an arm free and punch Clyde in the midsection. If she failed, however, then she would be nailed by the suplex and left sprawled on her back, groaning.