Clyde Gastin Vs. K.R.R.

[Rawg]

Clyde smacked Karla and he actually winced as he saw her just whip back and splat like splashed water on the mat. He loomed over her, breathing a bit heavy. A dog he was, but not hers.

He stood up and grabbed the redhead by her lush red locks and tossed her into the nearest corner where Clyde followed her, rushing at full speed to splash his taller, thicker frame against Karla's body to splash her in the corner!!

[Monsy]

Eyes stuck up — gaped and empty. Docile brows twitched as one eyelid dipped low and her mouth trickled a low groan. Limbs splayed spread-eagle, collectivized when his hand gripped the tresses that screamed against their roots. She twisted around at all fours, then was pulled onto her knees and her feet scampered underneath to trudge into a sluggish run. Her hands came first into the turnbuckle, her chest collapsed against it, folding her arms on the side, and hips drawn back but was flattened when a freight train of muscle slammed from her rear.

A squeal rushed out faster than the spit that could leave her mouth. Eyes went bloodshot, mouth formed on O to belch her cry. Her knees kissed and whole legs trembled, fingertips cling to the top rope with dipped elbows that rattled and her cheek touched the turnbuckle’s face with closed eyes, clenched teeth and shivering slumped shoulders.

[Rawg]

"HNNGH!!" Clyde crushed Karla from behind! He felt her smaller, lithe frame get squashed and slump into the corner. Her scream made him wince as she completely melted uselessly into the turnbuckle, slumping there in a barely standing heap. Clyde could feel her panting, racing heart from his chest mashed into her back.

He gave her butt a little bump with his hips just moments before he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back from the turnbuckle! Lifting her in the air and carrying her back to the center of the ring with Clyde's face buried in her lush red hair! Giving her body a few playful bounces on his lip as he flexed his arms to crush her the fight from her abdomen with a reverse Bearhug!!

[Monsy]

She was reduced to rubble, connected only by twine and luck that weaved her limbs into a puppet, slung against the ropes. Arms soon came around and hefted her back. The minute hump only jerked a second of life as though seizure from electrical shock. Heels dangled, and the bountiful arms that hoisted became the fulcrum for her body to double over. The noose grew airtight. It wrenched its own trench inside her spin, bottlenecked her hour-glass frame, and the squelch of skin-tight leather fought the friction. Her eyes crammed shut, and she bit her lower lip to cry out, “GYAH!”

Her head shook as both hands came to grip his arms, thumbs tucked between the forearm and her lower abdomen. Her head shook, legs kicked as she leaned up, her neck against his left shoulder, their heads aligned as hers gasped. And her hips would writhe left to right as her spine stiffened, pushing her body deeper against him. It turned her face velvet. She whimpered, then growled.

“You disgusting dog! Get your filthy poor hands off me!”

[Rawg]

Clyde was grinning ear to ear, seeing Karla blubber and spasm in his grip like the cheerful little red ragdoll she was! He gave her that humilating hump to clap back at all her mocking, letting her feel that bulge in his wrestling tights that would bring her back to life as her heels clicked and kicked in the air at nothing while he held her still and up and flex his arms around her like he could crush her into putty!

He didnt flinch as she tried to push his arms down, he just squeezed harder but when she leaned her head back and they algined together as her hips danced around his lower troso, Clyde flushed a bit. The firey redhead was eye to eye with him and her supple, busty frame was mashed agianst him as he saw her own cheeks turn a bright crimson while she whimpered and then growled at him calling him dog.

Clyde didn't answer. He just smirked and leaned into a steal a long, deepend kiss while his arms flexed around Karla and squeezed! Bouncing her hips up and down agianst him while he continued to mash her, all while silencing her whimpering and angry cries with a rather devious, intimate embrace!

[Monsy]

There was nothing more revolting than being mashed up against man-sweat.

Her arms pinched like wire, her back a tube that curved in a vice, her lungs felt dry, almost flakey, and she couldn’t move much after a while. Something bound her to shallow movement, as was her breath, which she huffed, then was taken by a sudden lip lock. Her heart spiked out of her chest, eyes bulged, her body grew tighter than steel, and those cheeks exploded. The shock passed, and all she could see was red. Nausea gripped her gut like someone stuck her fist inside and squeezed her stomach. However, her latex acted like a bandaid, so the jumps didn’t muck her skin. She leaned back, then thrashed to one side, breaking the exchange. Her pants morphed into growls, then into lip-chattering snarls and a twitch in one eye. “I’ll KILL YOU FOR THAT!”

Her head snapped back, then cracked at him, seeking to punish his skull with her own.

[Rawg]

There was a wonderful taste to Karla's lips, one that Clyde could barely describe but... It was a soft sensation, and he felt better humilating her with this embrace after had tried to repeatidly humilate him in their fight this far. This time the tables were turned and Karla's harsh breath and firm body were intoxicating enough! Truly he meant to get a rise out of her... He didn't count on her fire to burn as hot as it did.

Her hot panting was turned into a bestial growl that virbated though his mouth before as she kicked and thrashed, the kiss breaking as she screamed..!

"H-Hey n-GUUH!!" Clyde got a face full of red, her hair, head whole head SMACKED into his skull and rattled him. He dropped her and stumbled back, eyes crossed and dazed. He staggerd back like a fool, practically tripping over himself as his head swam in stunned dizziness.

[Monsy]

This pepper of skin was like roses upon a cactus. She recoiled and snapped her head at him like a rabid dog with its teeth, only to crack her skull off his forehead. The impact flooded eyes with mud, unhinged them from the sockets and spun her vision around. Each jiggle turned her world inside-out, so when she dropped, she landed with a spread base and wobbly skin-tight legs like a newborn lamb. A palm pressed on her head, and she hissed. Mottled groans and almost a whine. A bit of spit left over on her lipstick. Growls followed as she tried to focus. Anger as a tool. She needed to centre on one image of her opponent, but he still broke into three. It twisted her gut into a nauseous knot. But she was willing to gamble, so ran at him. Two large steps, then a leap. Her knees tucked up, waist turned horizontal, and those charged-up high-heeled feet exploded to spank him in the chest. “DIE!”

[Rawg]

Clyde stumbled back holding his head after he got skill bashed by Karla. He wondered if maybe giving into temptation was a bad idea… His lips smeared with some lipstick as he looked up and saw a very vengeful redhead dashing for him at full speed. Taking big steps before she leaped…

“BEUUGH!!!” Spittle left Clyde’s mouth as Karla high heeled foot blasted Clyde in the chest, his mouth sucking for air as he took a shotgun dropkick that sent him flopping to the canvas, sprawled out on the canvas.

“Guuh… Damn….”

[Monsy]

That’s right. DIE.
Karla dropped on her front after the dropkick. Ever-quick to recover, she planted her feet and stood tall, combing hands through her perfect hair, pushing it all back as she sighed, then turned around. Take a deep breath. Calm yourself.

But when she exhaled -- she found these rocks in her throat, allowing only a growl.

“You worthless, penniless, excuse of a Hundchen.”

She took her foot and placed it on his chest, leaning back on the heel to mimic a stabbing sensation. The referee took it as a pinfall, and dropped down to hit the mat.

“ONE!”