Clyde Gastin Vs. Makie Akamatsu

"...I think I's tastin' blood..." Clyde thought as he laid on the mat, dazed by the hard drop kick that laid him out and left him staring up at the lights, rocked by the hit and leaving him wide open for Makie to easy grab the cowboy's arm and haul him up before whipping him across the ring, he huffed as he was made to run, bouncing off the ropes and being forced to return towards Makie where she waited for her chance to strike until she took it, spinning herself around and smacking her foot right into the side's of Clyde's unprotected head.

Clyde barely knew where he was already, so when Makie attacked, he had no chance to defend himself and took the kick head on. "Guuh!!" He let out as he took the blow, falling over onto his side before flopping on to his back, panting heavily.

"...A-Aw for the love of...Pete..." He groaned through his teeth as he tried to sit up with his skull still rattled, gritting his teeth tightly as he tried to lift himself up into a sitting position but ended up falling back flat on the mat. "Dammit..." He muttered. He just needed some time, otherwise Makie was going to have a easy time working him over. She certainty did right now.

For the second time in this match, Makie's legs found their mark, and Clyde crashed to the mat with a very satisfying thump. Rolling back to her feet, Makie stood back up. The numbness in her back and abs from Clyde's earlier attentions was still there, but she was fighting past it, breathing hard as she gave Clyde as good as she had gotten. Before her feet, Clyde tried, and failed to sit upright, dazed and in obvious pain from the last kick.

A part of Makie wanted to give Clyde some breathing space, just as he had done for her. Then again, she wasn't half so condescending as her opponent. Wiping some of the sweat from her brow, Makie turned to the crowd and gave them a conspiratorial smirk. "Who wants to see him take it off?" she called to them. The crowd would howl and unleash catcalls at the comment, and Makie would respond by tugging at the hem of Clyde's jeans.

Except that hadn't been what Makie had really meant by 'taking it off.' If Clyde tried to prevent her from removing his pants, then she would instead grab his collar and pull him up to his feet, hopefully pulling his shirt halfway off and over his head in the process, blinding him. If she managed that, then she would run away from Clyde while he was strugglign with his shirt, and bounce back to nail him in the chest with another drop-kick.

Clyde remained on the mat, trying to get in a breather and recover following the two blows he took to the skull which rattled his senses. All he needed was a little time and he would be back in the fight. He had a hard head after all! But while laying on the mat he heard Makie call to the crowd. "Who wants to see him take it off?" His face turned a bit pale. Could he not go a SINGLE day at work where a girl didn't try this sort of thing? He should have known all women here were the same.

When Makie went for the jeans, Clyde gripped her arms to try and stop her, pushing them away, she instead went for his collar and Clyde winced slightly as he was hauled by the girl with some surprising force and then suddenly pulling his shirt over his head. Clyde began to shake a struggle.

"H-Hey! What gives!?" Hollered out while struggling with his shirt, trying to get it off his head, being forced to pull from the back and remove it to free himself but would end up taking a sudden dropkick right to his chest.

"Guuh! Ffffuck!" The cowboy let out as Makie's boots smacked him right in his bare chest and sent through the top and middle ropes, falling onto the apron with his side before bouncing onto the floor padded arena below, falling on his side again and rolling over onto his stomach.

"...ughh... Cheap as hell, man..." He let out, writhing on the floor while the crowd Cheered for Makie, many of them laughing at what just happened. Clyde was down on the floor, 10 count outs meant he couldnt stay there long but he didn't intend to remain there. While the front row reached out to try and pat the blonde, he struggled to get his baring back and recover to his feet if Makie left him alone. Otherwise he was open.

For the third time this match, Clyde went down to one of Makie's flying kicks. This time, though, the impact not only floored the Cajun, but also sent him rolling through the ropes and tumbling to the ring floor. Hearing the crowd chuckling at Clyde and cheering at her, Makie smiled as she rolled back to her feet. Things were now definitely looking her way.

Seeing Clyde's discarded shirt lying in the middle of the ring, Makie played up her antics to the crowd, tiptoing towards it and picking it up between her two fingers. "Uh oh," she called to the crowd with a grin, "I think he dropped something!" Standing up to her full height, Makie would twirl the discarded shirt around several times in the air as she walked to the edge of the ring, before tossing the short out into the stands at the nearest group of female fans.

As Clyde's fangirls fought over the shirt, Makie turned to stare down at Clyde, watching him intently with a smile. She said nothing, but folded her arms as she watched him. It was clear that she had no intention of going outside the ring to attack Clyde. Instead, she waited near the edge of the ropes, as though silently daring the now shirtless Clyde to get back in the ring with her.

((Forgot I actually set the match to a 10-count. I never do this. xD))

Left unmolested by Makie, Clyde got a chance to recover and get back up, shaking his head before getting up to one knee and then on both feet., just in time to see Makie tiptoe towards his shirt, pander to the crowd and then twirl his shirt over her head before tossing it into the stands where a group of female fans would begin to fight over the white shirt. Clyde looked on at the whole scene with Makie and the fans with his jaw open and his face scrunched up a bit, honestly not knowing what to say as this was the first time he ever had a girl twirl a shirt over her head, Clyde had to admit that was a nice view and seeing the girls fight over his shirt certainty boosted his ego, even if it was just a small group.

"I have fan girls? Bitchin'!" He exclaimed with a triumphant grin before turning to Makie, giving her a bit of a look before he went to tighten the belt on his pants. "Ain't no way Clyde T. Gastin gon' end up butt naked in the ring!" Clyde thought as he adjusted the belt. Cheerleader Lilly already tried to make a sex slave out him until he took her out and now Makie seemed to want to strip him!? How devious.

Seeing that Makie wasn't going to bother him, Clyde took his time while the ref-girl counted. Reaching 6 before Clyde climbed up to the apron and called for the ref girl.

"Ey Reffy. Ain't that whole shit thing against the rules?" He asked. The Ref girl scratched her head. "Well it's illegal but seeing as you don't have a shirt anymore I can't exactly tell her not to do it again. It's not much of a foreign object either." She said.

"Huh. 'Kay. " He complied before slipping in the ring, keeping his eyes locked firmly on Makie. "That was a sneaky trick, lady... But also pretty dang smart... And that's gon' be the last time I let'cha catch me like that!" He declared to Makie.

Makie couldn't help but be a little amused as she watched Clyde react to the unfolding situation at the ringside. The way he went from confusion, to mild-- and somewhat terrified-- outrage, to cocky triumph at the sight of fangirls squabbling over his shirt, was rather cute. As, she was sure Clyde's fangirls would agree, was Clyde without a shirt.

Her smile widened as Clyde protested from outside the ring. "Oh, I wasn't going to strip you, baka," she replied. "I just wanted to use your shirt against you, and give your fangirls something to go crazy over. Besides, I don't think the rest of you would impress me that much!" The crowd let out a collective howl, followed by a chorus of chuckles, at Makie's insult. She had to admit, so far she was enjoying this match quite a lot, if only because of the sheer amount of interplay with the audience.

She was forced to back away, however, as the ref girl got in her face and told her to step back. Frowning, she obediently stepped back as Clyde made his way back into the ring. The moment Clyde came back into the ring, though, she would lunge forward and try to nail him with a knee to his now-bare midsection. And if this caused him to get tangled in the ropes, then she would mirror the move of this one good American wrestler she had seen-- Sara del...Something-- and lean forwards, kicking up sideways with one leg, again and again, to jab his chest with the tip of her boot.

"You wasn't gonna?" Said Clyde, surprised to learn that Makie wasn't going to try and get him naked or do something else dastardly like Lilly or Heather. How could he trust, women were crazy in the league after all! Hungry for your body, freedom and dignity! Makie seemed genuine as she explained, messing with him and then jabbing at his ego, earning quite the reaction from the crowd that made Clyde's face turn beat red, embarrassed by such words.

"Hey hey hey it ain't the size of the boat, lady! It's the motion in the ocean!" He argued, still a bit embarrassed by how the crowd got at the joke. "But It ain't like a got a small boat or... Aghh, nevermind! Y-You know, what? You ain't cute!" That would show her and her boys haircut!

Clyde got in the ring ready to brawl but the moment he did, Makie caught him. She was really quick and knew how to stay on him as she leaped forth and slammed her knee into his abdomen, making Clyde grunt as some air was knocked out of him, making him hunch over as he was knocked against the ropes by her, getting little time to react as she followed up by striking Clyde with a series of roundhouse kicks to his chest over and over.

"Ugh! Guh! Ngh!" Clyde let out as his chest was lit up by Makie's kick again and again, greeting his teeth and wincing at the strikes before Clyde tried to get his hands up and wrap his arm around Makie's leg, holding it before trying to leave it tucked against his chest with his left arm while he would try to bring back his right arm and clothesline Makie right across the neck with his forearm.

"Haah!"

Makie's surprise attack worked better as she expected as she lunged in, nailing her male opponent hard in the chest and sending him sprawling into the ropes. Still wearing a cocky grin, Makie leaned casually against the ropes and began to kick Clyde again and again with a series of roundhouses, each one making the Cajun's body jolt. "Sorry, what was that?" she teased as she kicked him. "You were saying something about how cute I am? I can't hear you so well over the sound of me kicking you--"

She was cut short as Clyde, demonstrating a level of stamina Makie didn't even know he had, grabbed at her leg. "Waaah..." she gasped, her arms flailing as she fought to maintain her balance. This, however, left her wide open to Clyde's counter, as his forearm shot forwards and slammed across her throat. "UGGHK!" she gasped, the blow snapping her backwards and sending her crashing onto her back, rasping for breath as a look of faint surprise crossed her face.

Clyde growled though his teeth at each of the little taunts Makie gave while she kicked him, eventually finding the whole experience quite satisfying when he managed to catch the girl's leg and counter with a stiff clothesline that sent her snapping backwards, falling to the mat unceremoniously.

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rX7wtNOkuHo:16c7kovm]"HA-HAA!"[/url:16c7kovm] Clyde let out with his best impersonation of Nelson from The Simpsons while he looked down at the once cocky Makie who was now rasping for breath.

After that nonsense he beside Makie and went to try and lift her by her arm to stand her up. If that worked, Clyde would pull Makie in and get he heard underneath his arm while her left arm went around his shoulder. He would then grab the hem of her shorts and try to lift up Makie, placing her legs over the ropes to bounce her off them before falling back, using the ropes to aid the velocity of his vertical suplex to use a slingshot suplex!

"Haah!" Clyde let out upon trying to lift Makie up and go for the movie.

"Khhhhe...ghhnnnghk..." was all that Makie managed to say in reply to Clyde's laughter. She had meant to say "up yours" or something to that effect, but speech was difficult when she was struggling to breathe. She took a deep breath, sucking in air hungily as she lay on her back, kicking her legs fitfully.

The next thing she knew, her arm was grabbed, and she was dragged up to her feet. Feeling Clyde pull the hem of her tight boy shorts, Makie gasped a little, her face reddening, just before her world went upside-down and blood rushed to her head. Her legs bounced inelegantly off the ropes as Clyde flung her head over heels, sending her slamming down to her back with an almighty crash.

"Aaaaaah...." Makie cried weakly, arching up from the slam and rolling onto her side, clutching her hurting back.