Clyde Gastin Vs. K.R.R.

[Rawg]

Standard Match
Win by Pinfall or Submission
10-Count for Count Out.



"Heavy Is The Head" By the Zac Brown band suddenly played throughout the arena and the crowd erupted in to massive cheers as Clyde Gastin emerged from the entrance stage to the roaring crowd, wearing his leather cowboy hat, long black wrestling tights with matching boots and pads on his elbows and knees, as well as tape fastened around his wrists.

"LETS ROCK, BABY!!!" Cried the cowboy with his finger guns raised to the cheering Tokyo crowd from on top of the ramp, grinning ear to ear as he greeted his public before he ran down the ramp and slid into the ring at full speed. From there he made his way toward the far corner and climbed it, raising his fists to the crowd before dropping down into his corner and slumping against it.

He was ready to take on his next foe today. He hadn't done very much in LAW but he heard this K.R.R. woman was a real spitfire. He liked the idea of a challenge.

[Monsy]

Spitfire? That didn’t cover half of it.

No, no. Karla prefers “Divine” when a reckless fool speaks, even thinks of a Reinhardt. Alas, anyone sentenced to the ring against her must be just that.

Thus, her entrance music struck. Boos rained as KRR’s theme exploded into a techno drop, the shadows donning her hour-glass figure. Swathed in leather from head to toe, had hair redder than rubies and a smirk that poured confidence; neither her coat nor shades accompanied her trip down the rampway. Still, she attracted with her hips alone, swaying back and forth like the tide, arms extended outward, doing a complete turn. Not that it mattered. She didn’t come to feast their eyes, nor her opponent’s. But to break them.

After scaling the ring steps, she summoned the referee with a finger-snap, making them sit on the middle rope. One leg swung over, then her mid-section, then the rest. At last, she laid eyes on her adversary. Rather tall and lean, coupled with a handsome face. Up and down, she studied. Should he find her gaze, her eyes broke away with an eye roll, brushing a hand through her hair and turning the other cheek.

“Don’t disappoint, hundchen.”

With her initial study finished, she occupied her corner, a hand settling on her jutted hip.

Spoiler

[Rawg]

Clyde raised his brow hearing the crowd hurl so many boos at the stage. Whoever this woman was, the crowd didn't seem to like her. And Clyde knew a knew things about her, like Karla being a former boxing champion and a fiery red head with a body that could make an experienced man like him blush.

When he saw her, he did exactly that and more. His jaw hit the floor seeing Karla appear in that skin tight leather that hugged every curve in her flawless body. The sight of her made his heart flutter, this fiery redhead in black who strolled down the ramp with a sensual fire as her shapely hips swayed and rocked side to side. Clyde had to remind himself he was in a match and he shouldnt just stand there like an idiot oogling her.

He watched her practically command the ref with a snap of her fingers to help her enter the ring. A sight that made Clyde actually blush!

"W-Wow! What a woman!" He thought with glee. Her commanding presence was astounding and so... Admirable! Hell it was hot beyond words!

The cowboy was just in awe of her and swallowed hard now that they were both in the same ring. His eyes lingered on her shapely, jutting hips where her hand rested. When he raised his gaze to her face, their eyes met and Clyde blushed a bit as Karla turned away and brushed her hair.

She said something that made Clyde raise his brow. "What's a hundchen?" He asked aloud while scratching his head.

"Either way. Howdy, Ma'am! Hope yer ready ta' rumble!" He jeered in a peppy attitude as the bell rang and Clyde got his hands up, slowly approaching Karla before trying to go in for a lockup.

[Monsy]

The ring became warm with weird thoughts and dull tension, it seems.
With Clyde drinking up her form from top to bottom, Karla merely offered her sneer and quick choice of words. Instead, she hoped for a fight. Whether Clyde heard her name before or how little Karla knew of him - it was the mandate. And hearing his question from afar while her eyes danced between the turnbuckle and her leather-clad shoulder, she shook her head and sighed.

She turned around, jutting a single towards the side and resting her lithe hand.

“Undoubtedly.” Her brow quirked. The accent and word choice came across as jumbled. It’s like hearing another version of the same dialect. Although, her upbringing was to blame.

Once the bell rang, she stood her ground and strode forth, seeing his hands raise while she kept hers holstered. At least until the distance closed. Here, her hands shot into action, locking-up with the male, posturing one foot backwards for balance against a push. Although, there was a second motive.

Well aware of his size advantage, Karla took her reared back leg and drove it forward, seeking to bury itself into his gut. Then, she’d turn her flank against his side, using a single arm to envelop his cranium and lock fingers with the other hand, applying a side-headlock! And should she gain this control, her lips finally loosened.

“For the record, Hundchen means puppy, and that’s all that you are. Got it?!”

[Rawg]

"Heh." She seemed cute with the way her thick German accent butchered Undoubtedly. She was a fox, lovely and red haired. He was going to hate himself if he hurt her too bad.

The bell rang Clyde marched for Karla for the lockup, expecting to bully the boxer into a corner and start working her over. That's when her boot fired and caught Clyde right into his stomach, his abs were tested as he coughed with a bit of spittle leaving his mouth. He groaned and stumbled back, only to get yanked into Karla's grip as she headlocked him!

"Urrgh!" He groaned wearily and pawed at her wrist as she held him in the headlock, his body off balance as he leaned against her toned frame, blushing brightly as she called him... 'Puppy'?

"I-I'm... Not yer dog!" Clyde groaned, blushing bright as the woman basically called him her pet. He pawed at her wrists, trying to pull them down.

[Monsy]

His expression of amusement miffed her.

Who was he to gawk? This lower-class, tongue-twisted talker. AT HER DECLARATION NO LESS?? No, no. It was best to stay composed. For now, anyway.

The kick proved stress relieving, filling her limb with pleasurable jitters as she carved an early advantage. Satisfaction wasn’t reached yet; in fact, Clyde likely felt rewarded with the supple leather over her assets mending with his warmed cheek. The thought irked her once more. So, the strategy kept her arms locked, and malice made the hold tighter. To exemplify her control, she lurched forward, trying to force Clyde to follow.

“No? Hm, let's debrief your situation. You already have something around your neck and bark senseless slang from that putrid mouth of yours. In time, you’ll see…”

Again, she wrenched her hold. Just to make the point. To crush his morale - that HE was mere fodder against this wood chipper. But given enough time, anyone could amount to a reversal—even the helpless man lodged under her arm.

And so, she kicked her legs out, crashing onto her side and tugging the headlock over. Lest Clyde wishes to thunk his crown, he’d follow, landing underneath the so-called ‘spitfire.’ And no, she wasn’t done just yet. If he obeyed her calling, she’d unhook one of her arms, raise it high, then come whipping down, aiming to punish his mug with a tightly-packed fist.

[Rawg]

"M-Mmff~!" Clyde groaned as he felt Karla's perky, leather clad breast mashing into his cheek. It wasn't usual he had his face ground into a tight, leather bust, but the sensation had him smitten and stunned as Karla woman-handled him, his knees shaking like a new born doe as the boxing champion made him follow her lead like a good Hundchen .

She scolded him about already being her dog, something that made him blush with embarrassment. He had a counter argument until she wrenched the hold. "UUGHNFF!!" His neck torqued as his face ground against her chest and his legs wobbled more. He was dizzy and off balance and his head throbbed from her tight vice grip on him. He didn't know if he could break her hold. She was much stronger than he realized. He wondered if the fight had already been decided.

The next thing he knew, he was taken down sharply. The two crashing to the canvas with a hard thud that had him grunting as the fiery redhead pinned him down! He groaned but already made his mind to start resisting as her hand got free, that was until she punished his resistance.

"--BWUUGFF!!" Clyde's lips soon kissed Karla's leather clad fist as she drove it into his maw, spittle flying from his mouth as the cowboy's eyes rolled upwards until they were white and glossy. He tasted her leather that smeared him against the canvas, bouncing his head once off the mat until it came to a short rest. Sis head turned side ways as his mouth hung open, his mind completely rocked silly by a hammering punch that left him dazed and drunk.

"Uuhhh....."

[Monsy]

Such essential moments, yet, the display is nothing but psychological.

Who strikes first, who gains control. It plagues the one who loses this hurdle and enthralls the one who overcomes. Dominance that fuelled Karla’s mind, that smile, the ease in her breath and fluid motions in her transition, taking him down and then delivering a fist.

“I’ve never seen a jaw so fragile.”

Her eyes rolled, releasing a miffed sigh.

Relaxed and well-postured with control, his fight seemed deadened, likened to that of a corpse. She saw it in his eyes, the sense of lostness. It made her smile. She simply couldn’t help it.

Something else nagged at her, too. An itch felt whenever she seized the reigns. Sickened ideas likened to images of screams, the asunder of one’s career brought by humiliation. A crushed livelihood, yes, is that what she wanted to enact? Such lofty thoughts and so little time. For now, she settled on relinquishing her headlock, sitting up on her knees before taking one and planting it on his chest. It sought to keep his back flush against the canvas, her arms free as one rose and swung, aiming to slap him across his cheek.

“Did I say you could sleep?? Fight me! Come on!”

Another slap rained down. And another, “We'll make this a show! One where I’ll clean my teeth with whatever remnants of dignity you’ll have left!”

Thus, the slapping onslaught continues - until his grit challenged the reigns. All these peering eyes who observed waited for that to stand up to such disrespect and FIGHT.

[Rawg]

Clyde had been knocked dizzy by that stiff punch that cleaned his clock, leaving the cowboy more than vulnerable as she let loose on the headlock and pinned the punch drunk boy with her knee to his chest, keeping him flat on the canvas as Karla rose up and cracked Clyde with a hard, humiliating and disrespectful slap across the face that sent a spray of sweat and spit from Clyde's lips as she turned his head sideways!

"UHN!! BWHUH!!" Each slap, rocked him from one side to the other as she mocked him, taunted him, each shot earning a hard groan from the dazed cowboy as she smacked him around, left and right until at last, after a few hard strikes, Clyde reached out for Karla's wrist, holding her hand with a tight squeeze as he glared daggers at her. The humiliating slaps and jeering got Clyde fired up enough to where he was staring at Karla with eyes full of fire, like she had awakened something in him, motivated him to fight her hard as his face glowed with reddened bruises in his cheek and lower lip.

"Sleep on this!" Clyde snarled and threw a hellacious uppercut aimed right under Karla's chin to get her off of him.

[Monsy]

Ah, what a wonderful sound.
Skin marking skin; the sting brought a bubbly fulfillment into her arm and fuelled her self-satisfied grin. Laughter soon erupted. Pleasure derived from his sorry state, so feeble and helpless as he wetted the mat in drool, and bruises scarred into whatever pride lesser talents like him had. She’ll crush it all.

“That’s it, you pathetic, useless little dog. Cry! You’re just a real talent’s chew toy. My toy for tonight only!”

Then her wrist was caught, right before the coup de grace of her bombardment. Eyes fell upon the transgression suspending her limb, followed by snarls as her smile turned foul.

“What are you- GEH!”

For a moment, her world flushed red then black.
Her body whipped and slapped the canvas flush, limbs like weights splayed before her arms folded and gripped her chin. She blinked twice, then remained agape as her knees were brought up and kicked the canvas. A groan crowned it all, caught within a valley between haze and a scent of pain that lingered throughout her jaw, her face, skull.