Clyde Gastin Vs. K.R.R.

[Rawg]

Clyde's chest rose and fell as he was spread eagle on the mat. He lay still and unmoving as Karla sauntered over to him beore standing over his body... Even Clyde had to admit the angry boxer was alluring towering over him and running her hands through her lush hair, only to gain chills as she growled her familiar insults to him!

"BLEEEH!" Her pointed high heel slammed into his chest and the pain was so sharp and vile that Clyde'e eyes shot wide. He jerked up while ejecting spittle from his mouth before he settled to the canvas as his limbs bounced limply.

"TWO....!"

He grooned underr Karla's heel just as he kicked up amd twisted, breaking the pin just before three.

"Uuh..."

[Monsy]

Dogs should know when their master says to lie down. One boot on his chest. The dog should’ve taken the hint. But that kick out at two. She rolled her eyes, her head tipping up towards the ceiling. “Of course you would. I just can’t have anything nice.”

After that, Karla took her foot and just stomped on his hip bone. Again, she attacked higher into his ribs, stomping with her heel. You can hear her growl and get more fed up as seconds whirled away. But on the third go, she took steps back, hitting her back against the ropes where she sprung off, broke into a sprint then a slide, putting her feet together and hoping to drive them into his back!

[Rawg]

Clyde panted as he lay on the mat after kicking out of the pin and then cried sharply as Karla’s heeled foot came crashing into Clyde’s hip!

“HNGH!!” He twisted sharply with the stomp before another harder stomp stabbed his ribs.

“AAUHA!!” He writhed sharply on the mat, curling onto his side as he lay writhing Karla took for the ropes he bounded off them and then came sliding in to drive her feet into Clyde’s back!

“AAUUHH!!” Clyde howled and folded around Karla’s feet while rolling along the ring, stopping on his back and laying there in a heap as his back arched off the mat before slumping to the canvas.

“Nnnuhhh….”

[Monsy]

Karla laid on her side after drilling her heels into his back. The sweet sugar of screams padded her ears by the tablespoon, so generously fed in mental stimuli that she smiled and watched until he arched, taking a deep breath in and marvelling in the glow.

“Was that all it took?”

She got on all fours, then onto her feet, fluffing up her hair with a self-satisfied smile and eyes that fluttered shut. “Let's say we take this dog for a short walk.”

She bent over, snatching him by the hair and yanking until he got on all fours, then forcing him to crawl as she walked, always tightening her grip and leading him around the ring.

[Rawg]

Clyde, beaten and withered down from a beating Karla had laid into him, could only groan and then further howl like a certain canine as he was struggling to rise before his shaggy hair was violently taken.

"A-Aauh~!" He howled instantly with an arch in his body before he was taken by this leash. It was as if his power was sapped by this grip, his body had fallen slack to Karla's handful of his hair, yanking him to all fours where he followed her command like a dog, following her grip as she led him around the ring, too beaten and demoralized to fight resist her as he crawled in a dazed stupor.

[Monsy]

A toy. That’s what she had in her possession. A little, broken and unsatisfactory man that Karla dragged by a leash. Around one side of the ring they went, with a strut and occasional tug to keep pace. Or if she just felt like it. Though when she glanced down, her feelings were only a sense of contempt.

Now centre-ring, Karla dropped the leash, looked left and burst into a sprint. Bouncing off the ropes, she came back, hopped off one foot, put her heel to his head and curbstomped him into the white canvas.

[Rawg]

Following along like a good boy, Clyde walked on all fours as Karla commanded. His cheeks flushed with humiliation as she sexily strutted and tugged him around. Clyde was broken and did as he was told until Karla came to a stop, went off the ropes and came back for him….

Driving him into the canvas with enough force to make Clyde’s face bounce off once then twice before he settled under karla’s foot like a broken, twitching mess. His eyes rolled up completely .

Clyde Gastin was out cold and conquered.

[Monsy]

The annoying part was over…
Now. To put away the mess. She used her foot to slip under his shoulder, turn him over onto his back and put her foot square against his chest. Arms crossed, her glance outward towards the crowd and above. Her heel ground against his torso.

The referee joined them, laid down and started the count…

“One!...”
“Two!...”

[Rawg]

Clyde flopped over like a pancake, his arms splaying out with a limp, dull thud. His chest slowly rose and fell as Karla's put her boot on his chest to solidify her dominance. He twitched uselessly under her foot, completely conquered and humiliated and would probably feel more emasculated if he was awake.

"THREEE!!"

The bell rang, and Clyde remained unmoving as Karla's theme would play and the winner was proudly announced to the roaring fans.

"Here is your winner by Pinfall... Karla Ray Reinhardt!!!"