Tension Hentai Title: Angela Minetti (c) vs. Clyde Gastin

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[align=center:1by5lfu6]Angela “Kaori” Minetti (c)[/align:1by5lfu6]
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Match Type: Hentai Match
Winning Conditions: by Orgasm
Special Conditions: The winner will be declared the Tension Hentai Champion

Backstage, Clyde was getting ready for his match with Angela. The lockroom was near empty at this point, he was next to the main event after all. He wasn't nervous... Too much. He feared failing in this match with the undefeated Angela, but was determined to go all out for this. Guns Blazing! All he had! Balls to the wall! Clyde was determined to straight up put Angela down and walk out of the building with a proverbial middle finger to that smug bitch Melissa.

From the bathroom however, flushing could be heard as Clyde stepped out, breathing a bit heavy as he adjusted his tights, buying himself some time before the match. He knew he'd spring up at the sight of Angela or if she touched him real good, but he was confident that a small window of opportunity was all he needed to go relentless on Angela and defeat her. He didn't want the stupid title. But he wasn't going to lose either.

"I'll titty twist 'er." He grumbled as he psyched himself up, sitting down on the bench and applying some tape to his wrists, trying to get them nice and firm. Keeping a determined look on his face as he thought of what to do in the ring against his opponent.

Mercy was livid as she walked through the halls of the Tension facility. All that hard work to get Clyde out of the match and it was still happening. At a Pay-Per--View no less! Not only that, but Mercy was almost obligated to go back out with Clyde. Especially after how she had taunted Lilly. She couldn't just tell that cheerleader bitch to get bent and do whatever the hell she wanted with Clyde. Keeping Lilly away from him was the whole REASON she even agreed to date him! How could Clyde be so selfish and insensitive and make it impossible for her to just live a normal, cowboy free life!? She'd show him, that was for sure!

Her cheeks puffed and reddened as she strode through the locker room. It was empty but she didn't care. There was no man on earth who was going to stop her from her mission. Certainly not the one she was looking for. When she turned the corner and saw Clyde taping up his fists, Mercy boiled.

"Clyde, Teriyaki, Gastin!" She blurted. "I can't believe you!" She said, wagging a finger at him as she stormed up to him. "You're still going through with this match after everything I've sacrificed." She paused for a moment. "For us! Does our relationship mean that little to you?!" She fumed, chastising the young cowboy.

Clyde's head perked up and turned quickly when she heard the doors burst open and he heard... That middle name.

He cringed at the name and the voice that was behind it. "Aw hell." He muttered and stood up in his attention for his 'not-lady' and before he even got a chance to say her name, was silenced as she wagged her finger at him and scolded the little cowboy on the spot, making him lower his head just slightly while scratching the back of his neck. He knew his decision was selfish and he hoped he was going to get away with it, but he was wrong and he felt a bit guilty now as he got grilled.

"It means everything..." He muttered like a kid who was sorry he ruined his mom's garden. "...But that dang ol' bitch, Melissa! I cant staaaand 'err!!! I can't stand ANYONE tryin' to run my life or take away...." He turned to the side and ran his fingers through his hair. "Someonethatmakesmehappy." He blurted quickly. Saying mushy shit like that felt so gay!

He then quickly turned back to Mercy with a sly grin. "So! I'm gonna go out there and shove my middle finger right in that bitch's face by beatin' the implants off Angela's big ass titties! Then Imma go home." He said with a matter of fact nod.

Mercy narrowed her eyes, putting her hands to her hips expectantly as she waited for Clyde's excuses. He had loads of them, that was for sure. She was not buying any of them for one dime. When Clyde was finished, Mercy took a step forward, still looking sternly at him. "No, Clyde." Mercy said, closing her eyes and inhaling.

"I want you to lose."

Mercy said the words and knew she'd have to do something quickly or else Clyde would have a conniption. She quickly pushed her hands against Clyde's chest. Her lips followed against his and he kissed him, trying to make it a deep one. It would certainly shut him up.

Clyde noted Mercy's expression. Yeah, she wasn't happy. But she was just going to have to understand that he needed to do this.

She told him, No and he frowned slightly before his eyes perked up when she asked him to lose. Perfect! He thought. They were already on the same page, now all he had to do was tell her that was his plan but not before...

Clyde's brain was silenced when he felt Mercy's hands at his chest and then finally, her lips. She silenced him and made his eyes widen before slowly fluttering to a close. He missed this feeling and to have it back again was amazing, to the point where he practically melted into her embrace, not saying a word, his head going blank as she kissed him.

Once Mercy had silenced Clyde with the kiss, she knew all she had to do was explain herself. Her hand slid down his body until she gently touched his cock through the fabric of his trunks. She pulled away and turned her head. "Clyde." She whispered in a sultry tone, pressing her lips against his ear. "You can't just beat Angela up." She said. "If Angela wins her way, then Melissa wins. If you beat Angela up, Melissa still wins." She said. "If the match is good, then Melissa Sellers wins. The only way to get back at her is to make the match awful. To make the match something people want their money back from."

Mercy began to push her fingers along Clyde's shaft, trying to reharden it and growing a bit frustrated when it didn't instantly come to attention at her touch.

"You have to go out there and just... c-cum..." Mercy paused, feeling a little dirty saying the words as her cheeks flared up. "You just have to cum as soon as the bell rings. Angela wins and you go home. No one has to SEE anything, but they'll be so pissed. THAT is the only way to teach Melissa, don't you see Clyde?"

Mercy slid her tongue into Clyde's ear. "Clyyyyde." She purred. "I'll help you..." She teased. "It will be like we're beating her... together." Mercy said as she began to kiss down Clyde's neck, down to his collar and chest and further as her knees began to bend, flashing the cowboy a sultry look before glancing down at his cock and biting her lip in a teasing manner.

Why was Mercy being so selfish? Didn't she realize that Clyde wanted to piledrive Angela out cold and leave the ring with a smug grin? He might not achieve that if he's aroused too soon! Mercy wasn't helping in that cause!

But at the same time he didn't care. Nothing mattered. He had her again and she wanted him. He'd let her touch him all day without an argument. Forget fighting Angela.

His breath was ragged and shaky as Mercy touched his unit and whispered into his ear, her lips so close, putting a shiver down his spine as her silver tongue began to undo all his plans for fighting. He saw Mercy's logic as impenetrable and flawless and it kind of was. The best way to insult Melissa and stick it to her was to just cum as soon as the bell rings. To just give up like he didn't give a fuck. Mercy was right. She was always right.

It wouldn't take long for Clyde's member to start springing back up for Mercy, he was certaintly eager enough for her... Nevermind the sensory overload she was giving his body as he felt her tongue against his ear with the sexy purring of his name. "Ohhh..." He moaned as he grew erect all over again. That was it. He was done. She used her Jedi mind tricks and snagged him under her will, Clyde had no arguments anymore. Forget Pride and Honor. He had Mercy.

His legs buckled as Mercy kissed down his neck, to his collar then his chest, making his knees shake as he panted heavily, his face glowing red as he started to sweat. He then looked down at Mercy, seeing her sultry graze and that fucking lip bite. She was so fucking hot.

"Y-Yeah.!" He said in belated agreement to cumming instantly. "...T-Together..." He breathed.

Mercy smiled coyly and relented, hooking her finger around Clyde's trunks as she started pulling. She was walking away and yanking Clyde almost by the shorts, pulling him out of the locker room. "Don't go soft on my now, Clyde." She said, poking her head back to wink at him while she led him out of the locker room. "I promise me if you can wait a few more minutes, This might just be the kinkiest thing you'll ever experience."

Mercy licked her lips but turned her head to focus on the path in front of her. Her face was beet red. She knew what she was about to do and she might have to actually agree with herself.

After a moment, she stopped. They were now at the staging area and Mercy looked around. They were literally a foot away from being completely exposed tot he crowd and Mercy could hear their soft murmurs. Her cheeks reddened even more as she looked at the sound guy who was giving her a look.

"Hey!" She barked. "P-Play his music in one minute! He'll be ready then!" She said. She then gave him a look that told him he should do it form somewhere out of sight. Once he was gone, Mercy knelt down and yanked down Clyde's shorts. She instantly got a whiff that told her Clyde had already made "preparations" of his own and could feel the gagging in her throat.

Whatever you do, don't blow chunks on his cock! She thought to herself as she looked up at Clyde. "Pat me on the head when you're about to burst!" She said and quickly opened her mouth and plunged his cock's full length into her. Mercy shivered visibly as she took it in. He'd already gone and no amount of toilet paper was going to scrub that puppy dry. Mercy dug her fingers into Clyde's thigh and did her best to bob up and down the length while trying not to gag. She wasn't a fan of this. She didn't like it one bit and this might be the most horrible experience of her life. But if she could get back at Angela and Melissa, she'd do it. She's suffer through just about anything. She'd pretty much already had.

"Mmmmhmmmghnnn."

Like an overeager puppy, Clyde was easily led by Mercy via the finger hooked into his tights, making him give a few stumbling steps trying to keep up with her. "...Yes ma'am..." He breathed, barely managing to laugh when she told him this might be the kinkiest thing he'd ever experience. That made his eyes widen a bit. That was one hell of a claim!!

Clyde was docile when Mercy was leading him. When she had to pause and talk to the sound guy, Clyde started to get antsy. It took A LOT of self control for Clyde to not grab Mercy and haul her back to the lockers and fuck their brains out. Anyway... That sound guy, think his name was Tatsumi? Clyde couldn't remember. Nice kid but he had to fucking leave. NOW.

When Mercy knelt before him and pulled his tights down, Clyde grew antsy again. Mercy was gonna do. Mercy was gonna do it! He heard her orders, but didn't get to answer before she took his length within her mouth. "F-F-Faahhckkk...!!" He gasped when he felt Mercy's lips on his cock, fingers digging into his thigh. He slammed his hand hard into a speaker and made a growling noise, struggling to stand up straight, panting hard through gasping moans.