Clyde Gastin Vs. Makie Akamatsu

As Clyde pulled off the slingshot suplex by hauling Makie up by her boyshorts before bouncing her legs off the ropes to then lift her overhead before dropping her back down hard onto the mat with a mighty slam that rocked the ring and made the two bounce up slightly before Clyde released Makie, successfully slamming her with a move that Clyde had just tried out and wasn't sure he was even going to pull off.

"Hoo doggie..." Gasped Clyde as he inhaled following the move, looking over at Makie following her cry of pain, seeing her arch up and hold her lower back, remembering that he put a few moves on that area prior to the suplex. Hoping that her lower back was weak spot, Clyde got up and looked down at Makie briefly before going over towards her legs, trying to grip her ankles and turn her onto her back.

"Time for a crowd favorite, honey." Clyde told her while trying to lift up her ankles and step through her legs, placing his foot beside her before crossing her legs and then trying to twist Makie onto her stomach while Clyde faced away form her, bending his knees and then wrenching back hard to go for his signature move, the sharpshooter!

"BANZI, BABY! WHEEW!!" Clyde hollered if managed to apply the hold.

Makie was in a world of trouble and hurt now. That slingshot suplex that Clyde had nailed her with had done a number on her already-sore back, and had left her vulnerable on the mat after a long streak of kicking Clyde's ass. She breathed hard as she lay on her side, one eye clenched shut as she clutched her hurting back. She was only able to use her legs to rotate herself, slowly but surely, towards the ropes, desperate for a chance to recuperate and pull herself back to her feet.

"Hang in there, sis!" she heard Toshio yell. "You gotta get back up!"

Her face turned red, and she was about to yell back to her brother that standing back up wasn't that easy when one's back was in a world of fucking hurt, thank you very much. She was prevented from doing so, however, when she felt her legs being grabbed. Gasping in alarm, she felt herself being rolled over onto her back, and saw Clyde towering over her, her legs tucked under his armpits, a few beads of sweat on his naked chest, and a grin on his face. Even before he spoke, Makie knew what he was up to.

She thrashed desperately to free herself, but it was too late. Her legs were intertwined around Clyde's, and the next thing she kne she was on her front, Clyde's weight pressing down against the small of her back as her lower body was bent upwards, stretching her into an almost perfect C-shape. "AAUUUUUGH!" she cried, the side of her head pressed against the mat as her spine was contorted painfully.

While Clyde certainty wasn't going to let up on Makie ever again, he did take note of how Toshio was urging his sister on. He connected with that as he would be doing the same for Bonnie if he were in the same spot as Toshio right now. It pleased Clyde to see a united family, it was the most important thing to him after all. But as touching as it was, it didn't stop Clyde from trying to end Makie right here and now.

"Game over, Missy! Get ta' Tappin'!" Clyde hollered as he locked in his signature submission hold began to wrench back on Makie as hard as he could, bending her legs and lower back, contorting her wiry frame into a near C-shape, her loud cries giving Clyde the indication that he had the move locked in perfectly. He held on tightly to Makie's legs underneath his right arm, keeping his feet planted firmly on the mat while he sat between Makie's glute and thighs, nothing intentionally sexual or teasing about it, he just wanted to weigh her down, Clyde's whole focus was on applying the hold as best he could and trying to make Makie tap right here.

Jokes and taunts aside, Clyde had respect for Makie, he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy fighting her and would gladly do so again. Granted, he had no idea if she was going to tap or not, but he was going to try.

"Ain't no shame in tappin' out, Ms. Akumatsu! Ya' fought like a badass." He declared before trying to lean back and apply even more pressure with the hold while trying to weigh Makie down a little more.

As Clyde amplified the hold, sitting down squarely on her thighs and cranking her body tighter into C-shape, Makie soon found herself screaming, the side of her head pressed down against the mat. The pain was unbearable, stretching her spine to its limits as her slender body was curved under the Cajun. The pain brought back memories of her previous losses against Midori Himeno and Kent Quick, and of how they had applied similar holds on her.

Past the pain, she heard Clyde demand that she tap out. "NOOOO!" she cried, not wanting to end the match completely at Clyde's mercy like this. Breathing hard, she began to dig her elbows too the mat, trying to drag them both to the ropes. She was desperate to make it there, but if Clyde prevented her from doing so, she'd be in big trouble. She had no idea how much longer she could last in this hold...

The screams Clyde heard from Makie were harsh. They let him know he was doing the move correctly, but he couldn't help but feel bad as well for making a woman scream like that. (And not in the Good way like he'd preferred.) He knew this was wrestling and he knew what his job was. But as a Man, sometimes it got to him.

Clyde wanted Makie to Tap but she remained strong and defiant. That was admirable and very respectable. "Don't be stubborn, lady! You gon' injure ya'self!" He said while trying to just maintain the hold because this was as hard as he could apply it. It was the maximum output. And when Makie began digging her elbows into the mat trying to crawl to the ropes, Clyde started to panic a bit and was forced to act quickly, prompting him to ease the hold a bit and lift himself off Makie into a slight standing positing, his knees still bent.

If allowed, Clyde would try to walk back towards the center of the ring to drag Makie along with him before trying reapply the sharpshooter in the center of the ring once again!

"Taaap!!!"

Makie barely heard Clyde's yells that she was going to injure herself as she continued to dig her elbows into the mat, straining her body even more as she struggled against the hold to pull herself, and Clyde, closer to the ropes. Sweat dripped down her forehead as she powered forward as much as her slender body would allow, the pain of the sharpshooter ever-present and overwhelming, and made all the worse by her defiance. And yet, she still pushed forwards. She couldn't lose, not now...

Then, with a sinking feeling of despair, Makie felt herself being dragged back to the centre of the ring. She yelled, both in pain and frustration, as her chance at escape was denied. She felt Clyde's weight shift back even further, bending her body even more. Her face was pressed up against the mat so that the only thing the audience saw was her short black hair, shaking left and right as Clyde worked her over.

She could take no more. Gritting her teeth, Makie began to slap furiously at the mat, signalling her submission.

Wrenching Makie's slender body as hard he could within the dreaded sharpshooter submission hold, Clyde gave Makie his all and wasn't sure if he'd succeed at all as the Youngest Akamatsu proved to be quite resilient within The Cowboy's most devastating hold. But after denying her the reach of the ropes and wrenching even more, Clyde finally heard Makie tap out.

"Submission! Ring the bell!" Yelled the Ref-Girl as she called for the bell. Clyde released Makie immediately and dropped forward to one knee, panting a softly as his theme song, [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XFlRxMJPM_0.html:27j8m3kf]"Barton Hollow"[/url:27j8m3kf] began to play over the arena speakers. About half the crowd cheering the cowboy, but of course all of them giving a round of applause for both combatants, especially Makie who fought very hard. It was a good match and the crowd loved it, they were vocal in letting the wrestlers know that.

Clyde stood up as the Ref girl got beside him and raised his arm, declaring Clyde the winner of this both, he kept his arms up breifly before lowering them and bending over, putting his hands on his knees. "Gah dang." He breathed out before cupping his jaw and rubbing it, feeling the effects of that dropkick he took to the face earlier from Makie.

He then turned around to look at Makie. If she was still there, Clyde would look on at her briefly. It was his nature to admire the figure the of a beautiful woman, but he only did that for a very brief moment before he began to approach Makie and lean over towards her.

"Ma'am. That was a mighty fine match. You one tough cookie who gave me a run for my money. I'd love ta' have another match sometime if you'd like to." Clyde said pleasantly as he reached over to give Makie a friendly pat on her shoulder, honestly starting to wonder if maybe Makie wanted to go grab dinner or something. Sure he had ties with Mercy but they weren't dating and it would just be an outing for food after all, Clyde wasn''t even worried Makie's brother was around. What was he going to do anyway? Clyde wasnt worried. In fact it seemed like tonight was going to end on a very high note either way.

After what felt like an eternity of having her body contorted painfully in the sharpshooter, Makie heard the bell ring and Clyde's theme song begin to play, and the hold was finally released. Her legs flopped uselessly to the mat as she lay sprawled on her front, groaning as her head lay to the side. Dull pain throbbed in her spine, but that was nothing compared to the pain of having been forced to tap out.

Breathing lightly, she kicked one leg against the mat as she tried to find the energy to move. Her spine ached in protest, but she still managed to roll to the sideways, moving slowly and sluggishly as she tried to turn herself over.

Unfortunately, as luck would have it, she turned over just as Clyde knelt down to pat her on the shoulder. Her slender body twisted to the side just as Clyde's hand descended downward...and pressed, open-palmed, against her right breast.

The sensation shot some life back into Makie as her eyes opened and her face went red. "ECCHI!" she shrieked in alarm, her hand whipping up to slap Clyde across the cheek. Outside the ring, Toshio saw what looked, for all intents and purposes, like Clyde groping his younger sister. After a few seconds of gaping, he did what any self-respecting brother would do: he grabbed the nearest steel folding chair, and ran towards the ring from an angle where Clyde wasn't looking...

Clyde thought he was being a good guy. Sure he had been loud and arrogant but he liked stirring up things once in a while to add some excitement. He also found it quite fun to just act a fool sometimes, even though his words regarding respect and being doubted were quite true. Right now though, he felt his match with Makie had given others a new view of him as a wrestler.

But now the match was over and their was no reason to act obnoxious anymore. He wanted to be friendly. But as he reached over to simply pat Makie's shoulder, he may have accidentally given off the wrong 'friendly' vibe.

Clyde went to pat Makie, but as the girl twisted to her side, Clyde's hand would accidentally fall upon her perky breast, where his palm squeezed very briefly within a second before he quickly realized he was NOT touching Makie's shoulder. Clyde's eyes shot wide open and his face turned beat red.

"OhGod!" He thought quickly before yanking his hand away. "Oh! I-I'm sor-" Clyde began to speak quickly before he was cut off by a sudden shriek from Makie that made Clyde jump slightly before catching a hard slap to the face. "Owww!" Clyde cried out from the stinging slap as he stumbled back, rubbing his cheek for a moment before putting his arms out in front of him, waving like he was trying to halt someone.

"Nonono, ma'am! No Ecchi! T-T-Total accident!" Clyde stammered frantically in front of Makie as he tried to deny that he wanted to feel her up on purpose, not even hearing Toshio as he was busy trying to keep his semi-good name free of a really bad misunderstanding!

Makie, however, wasn't listening to Clyde's excuses as she backpedalled away from him on the mat, covering her chest with one arm and sending a few, fumbling kicks his way as she tried to get away from him. "An accident my ass!" she exclaimed angrily, sending a few more kicks his way that were blocked off by his warding arms. "Y-you fucking pervert!"

The crowd was a riot of noise by this point. Some of them had seen the misunderstanding for what it was, and were laughing their asses off. Others were booing Clyde for what they saw as his unsporstmanlike attempt to feel up a defeated opponent. Others, still, were aware of what Toshio was doing, and were screaming for Clyde to turn around.

Before Clyde could say anything else, however, a finger tapped him on the shoulder.

The moment he turned around, Toshio would bring the steel chair swinging down, hard, into his blonde-haired skull.