Clyde Gastin Vs. Parker Ward

[Rawg]

Clyde huffed there in the corner. His sides hurt, his back, neck and shoulders felt like they were on literal fire! He was super exhausted from this scrappy fight with the young rookie. She looked just as as worked over as he was, sweat stained, hair matted and messy, huffing for air and looking like wanted to fall over. All could he applied to Clyde.

“…Almost? Heh… Wh-Whaddya mean… Im still good…” Clyde lied through a forced laugh but in reality he was hurting and Parker and nearly snapped him in half.

But the pride in the vet would not let him quit. He peeled himself from the corner as he heard Parker’s strained groan as she rose from a knee to her shakey feet. Clyde did the same and wobbled from the corner, staggering forward as he approached Parker.

“C-Cmon…” Clyde huffed as he went face to face with Parker a few steps away before lunging for her, intending another tie up before trying to switch into a side headlock!

[Parker]

Parker was already upright when Clyde came out of the corner, her skin gleaming under the lights, damp hair plastered to her forehead. Her chest rose and fell in ragged bursts, but there was still a crooked grin tugging at her lips. Fingers flexed inside her gloves as she tilted her head toward him, half-lidded eyes sparkling with mischief despite the exhaustion pulling at her frame.

“Oh really?” she snorted, rolling her sore shoulders with a wince before snapping them back proudly. “Guess I should start trying then.” It was a bluff, of course it was,but if Clyde was going to puff his chest with big talk, she could toss a few playful lies of her own into the mix. Maybe she’d even worm her way into his head.

She trudged forward to meet him, their bodies colliding in the center once more. The lock-up was tight, both of them straining, their slick torsos grinding together under the strain of muscle against muscle. For a heartbeat, Parker thought she had him, but then came the sharp tug.

“Ehh-hey!” she yelped as her balance tipped, Clyde dragging her head down into the crook of his arm. She bent awkwardly, cheek pressed against the slick heat of his ribs, her breath scattering hot across his skin. Strands of damp brunette hair clung stubbornly to his torso as her chest heaved against him with each muffled gasp.

Pinned tight, Parker let out a cheeky, breathless laugh, muffled by his grip. “Okay, fair enough…”

Her hips twisted as she wriggled against him, testing the vise of his arm around her head. It wasn’t going to break, not like that. So, she changed tacfics. Her arms slid into place, one wrapping around the small of his back, the other clamping down on his elbow. Locking him up on both ends, Parker dug her boots into the mat and rammed her shoulder blade into his spine, stomping forward.

One step, two, three… she forced them into a ragged jog, then a desperate run, momentum building until the corner loomed. Teeth grit, Parker braced herself, trying to send Clyde crashing chest-first into the turnbuckles, while silently praying she didn’t rattle her own skull in the process.

[Rawg]

Clyde eyed Parker as he got out of the corner, watching her gleam in the arena lights, her hair looked soaked and clung to her. And with each long, tired breath, her chest would expand and contract. Yeah, Clyde figured she was as worn as he was right now. She had an infectious grin that peaked his curiosity and attention but when she turned her head to him, eyes half lidded and a mischievous wry smile, Clyde had to swallow hard, his chest felt tight and his knees wanted to buckle. Looks like that during a long hard fight could kill.

"Really." Clyde replied smug enough, keeping up appearances. "I'm in big trouble if you start trying all of a sudden... Unfortunately for you, I like trouble." The boy added, eyeing Parker's toned shoulders stretching and rolling, he didnt think he'd have a thing for shoulders but here he was.

He went for her, his chest crashing into her and he exhaled almost breathlessly while being so close. "Guh." Chest to chest for a moment, the friction and contact was a rush and euphoric, Clyde's didnt really expect Parker to brush against him during their tie up, his toned muscular sweat soaked chest would brush and against her top, feeling her bust mold to his pecs. The heat in him rose, but he never took his eyes off her and would be locked onto her blue eyed gaze before... "Hah!" He snatched her into a firm, tight headlock.

He squeezed tight and but his lip, feeling her breath smear against his body. Almost as a reaction to her cheek and breath brushing his skin, he cracked the hold a bit tighter. The intention was to grind her out and build back up to something strong without overworking himself but Parker had other plans as she worked around the blonde, gripping his elbow and locking him up from behind before her shoulder bashed his lower back.

"Ah" Clyde stumbled forward as the hit stung him and he bent over. He was still holding Parker and tried to dig his boots into the mat and keep her still but she kept up their momentum , forcing the two into a jog, then a bit of a run... Clyde looked between the turnbuckle and Parker before...

"AUGHH!!" Clyde impacted the top turnbuckle chest first, releasing the cannuck as his arms went over the ropes and he slumped over the top, giving a brief cough as he lurched over the ropes, chin atop the turnbuckle, trying to peel himself off but he found himself pinned there by Parker.

[Parker]

Clyde hit the turnbuckles chest-first with a heavy impact, making the turnbuckles squeal and the ropes vibrate. His grip faltered just enough for Parker to wrench her head free, taking a bracing step back to keep from falling on her backside. When the rookie saw Clyde trying to push off, she stepped back in with a heavy forearm strike across his lower back, the crack echoing as he folded with a grunt.

“Hope you like it old school…” she murmured, breath hot and sly, before grabbing his shoulders and spinning him around. With a sharp shove, she plastered him into the corner, his body sagging against the pads.

Planting one boot, then the other onto the middle rope, Parker hauled herself up, her chest pressing into his as she mounted the corner. Her midriff brushed against his face as she perched above him, one hand knotting into his damp hair to peel his head back for the crowd. Her other hand drew back, fist clenched tight.

The first strike cracked across his face, snapping his head back. The arena erupted instantly, fans thundering in unison, voices carrying Parker higher. She grinned, milking the moment as she pulled Clyde upright again, driving another punch down into his skull. Again, the chant rolled over them, each blow louder, sharper, her body bouncing with the rhythm as she hammered him repeatedly to the rising count from the referee and the crowd all at once.

By the time she neared the tenth count, the crowd was in a frenzy, the rookie looking every bit the show-stealer, sweat flying off her knuckles as Clyde’s body sagged and lurched under her relentless shots.

With the final punch landed and the chant peaking, Parker leaned back with a cry, tucking her boots tight against his stomach. She grabbed the back of his neck and let gravity do the rest, monkey-flipping him out of the corner. Clyde sailed over her body before crashing down onto the canvas, the noise of the crowd rolling on in waves.

[Rawg]

“UHN!!” A stiff shot to Clyde’s lower back kept him the corner and he folded over it. He groaned from the agony and was pretty much folded over the corner, only leaving it when Parker carried him out and spun him… He faced the rookie and couldnt even get out a snarky comment as she bullied him with a dominating shove that plastered Clyde in the corner.

“…Uuh!!” Clyde flopped there and hung like wet laundry, head hanging low and his hair covering his eyes. He saw Parker’s wrestling boots approach before her chest compressed against his body, he sucked in a gasp at the closeness as she practically pressed herself to him while climbing the turnbuckle, his lips tasted her fit, toned core as her midriff brushed his face before she gathered his blonde messy hair in a tight knot and peeled his head back for the roaring crowd to see his face…

“A-Aah… Nnah…” Clyde whimpered at the hair pull in the corner, like a wounded mutt he writhed to her humiliating grip as she peeled his head back , making him gaze up at the conqueress who towered above him triumphantly, the crowd roaring for her and her raised fist!

“PWUHH!!” Parker’s gloved fist cracked Clyde in the face and nearly dropped him. His head snapped and his eyes crossed as he slumped down the turnbuckle in a dazed heap where he swooned there before Parker gathered up the punch drunk boy his hair…

“Agh! Ugh!! GUHH!!” More shots followed and Clyde was ragdolled by each blow! His head Bouncing off the corner while he slowly sunk down the turnbuckle from each hammering shot that dazed him until the tenth and final…

“GAAH!” The final shot just about dropped Clyde had it not been for Parker’s hold on his mane. He swooned in a daze underneath her, head slowly rotating on a dazed swivel before the Cannuck punk sent the boy flying, his world spinning upside down as Parker bullied him down with her before launching him! Clyde watched his while world go upside down before his body hit the canvas with an unforgiving arena-loud boom!

“—PAAAHH!!” He hit the mat with a limp bounce before settling into several smaller bounces that left him sprawled out on the canvas for a moment. He looked out cold in that moment before his body arched off the mat, back and hips raising before he say up and staggered to his knees then stumbled to his feet, his mouth agape, eyes vacant and lost as he gazed towards the crowd and saw nothing but hazy lights, arms hanging limp and loose . He was in the center of the ring, stumbling dazed and confused, slowly turning around to Parker’s corner wether he realized it or not.

“Uuuh…”

[Parker]

Parker dragged herself upright on the ropes, arms trembling, knuckles white against the cable. Her chest heaved, every breath scraping out of her lungs, but a proud grin still fought its way onto her sweat-slick face. She shoved a curtain of damp hair from her eyes and turned, only for her grin to falter.

Clyde was already on his knees. Somehow, impossibly, he was staggering to his feet.

"No way..." she whispered, eyes wide. For a fleeting moment she thought he had beaten it all—that he was really about to come back again. But then she saw the truth. His vacant stare, his jaw slack, his arms limp at his sides. He turned toward her like a sleepwalker, unsteady, lost, and Parker couldn’t stop the bark of laughter that burst out of her. Sharp. Delighted.

“You look like the walking dead, Clyde! Guess I’ll just have to put you back down.”

She shook her head and sprinted into the ropes, the cables snapping taut as she slingshotted herself forward. Her boots hammered the mat in a thunderous rhythm, speed gathering until she launched into the air. An arm hooked tight around Clyde’s head as she twisted her body across his, her abdomen perched precariously on his shoulder.

For a heartbeat, they teetered in the air, Parker balancing with one arm extended wide, navigating his wobbles like a surfer riding a collapsing wave. The crowd gasped, tension snapping through the arena. Then Parker whipped her weight backward, dragging Clyde’s head with her, and drove him skull-first into the canvas.

THHHUUUUD!

Her signature move, Cold Snap detonated on the mat, Clyde’s body jackknifing violently upward, left hanging almost vertical like a puppet with its strings cut. The audience shrieked as he hung there, suspended for an agonizing second, before collapsing flat on his back with a crash that rattled the ring frame.

Parker rolled with the landing, chest heaving, her face flushed crimson from the strain. Without hesitation she flung herself across Clyde’s body, her torso splashing against his, sweat and heat mingling as she hooked his leg high. She yanked so hard his hips peeled off the canvas, his body bent awkwardly beneath her as she locked the pin in tight.

Her cheek pressed briefly to his chest as she cinched down, her lips curling into a weary, determined grin while the referee slid into position beside them.

The rookie wasn’t about to let him rise again.

[Rawg]

Clyde was staggering up and swaying, he was barely there but he could hear Parker's infectious laughter echoing and teasing Clyde throughout. The fighter in him said to go that way. Which, in hindsight, may have been a mistake. Either way, it did matter, the rookie was on him.

Clyde barely blinked or thought he blinked, before Parker shot over to the teetering cowboy practically climbed up him with a leap! He brought his hands up to her sides as her arm hooked him tight, he couldnt see anything... Then once more, his world toppled over with a violent swinging snap from the sky itself before Clyde was spiked head first into the mat!

Clyde hit the canvas with a ring shaking boom that was only drowned out by the roar of the crowd. The top of Clyde's head would spike the canvas, he stayed there, legs in the air, hanging there as he was planted before he crumbled to the mat in a sprawled out heap, his arms and legs completely laid out limp with his hair obscuring his face, his eyes shut as he was more snapped into unconsciousness. The count was academic. A count wasn't even needed. He had been ragdolled and beaten.

There would be no resistance as Clyde was hooked up and pin, his only movements would be his constant chest expanding breaths that would go in and out, Parker would no doubt hear his racing heart doing overtime as he lay there in a beaten heap.

"ONE! TWO! THREEEEE!!"

It would be over and once released, Clyde would be still pancaked to the mat, chest and stomach slowly rising up and down with long dramatic breaths as the crowd would roar for the victorious newcomer.

[Parker]

Parker bore down hard over Clyde’s chest, every muscle in her frame taut with effort as she cinched the pin. Her cheek pressed briefly against his ribs, her breath hot and ragged as she mumbled in time with the referee’s hand slapping the mat.

“One… two…”

Her heart thudded like a drum in her chest, and for a split second she almost braced for Clyde to buck free. But he never moved, his chest only rising and falling under her with those ragged, defeated breaths.

“Three!”

The bell rang, and Parker’s eyes went wide. A sharp laugh of disbelief escaped her as she shoved off him, releasing his leg and letting it fall limp to the mat. She sat back on her knees for a heartbeat, staring down at the cowboy sprawled out beneath her, then the grin broke across her face.

All smiles despite her own heaving lungs, Parker threw her arms high, fists pumping the air as the crowd roared their approval. The sound washed over her, a fanfare that left her flushed and beaming as she staggered up to her feet.

This was it, her first intergender match, and she had put him down for the three. The rookie’s grin widened as she heard the referee declare her triumph, having her arm raised high. Her chest rose and fell, sweat dripping down her temples, but none of it dulled the glow of triumph blazing across her face.

She had done it, and the crowd was with her every step of the way.

[Rawg]

The bell rang and Clyde barely heard it. His leg hit the mat with a limp, bouncing flop before he settled sprawled out on the canvas, arms and legs starred out in the center of the ring as his sweat drenched chest would slowly rise and fall with long dramatic breaths from his panting mouth. The booming pop-punk blared over the arena speakers as Clyde's body had the occasional spasm and twitch while the rookie celebrated over him, her arms high and the crowd cheering her with applause.

The blonde haired boy's eyes were covered by his matted hair but he was otherwise out cold and staring up at the arena lights with a vacant gaze. A KO'd mess following Parker's Cold Snap. The ref would continue to have Parker's hand raised while the male was plastered in the center of the ring as the crowd continued to cheer for the Canadian newcomer.

[Parker]

Winner by Pinfall: Parker Ward