Clyde Gastin Vs. Luong Chun - Game of Thrones

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Game of Thrones Match
Thirty Minute Time Limit
Win via the most submissions and knockout falls by facesit only.
The winner has the right to sit on the loser’s face when they desire under the pain of legal action and will keep this right until the loser defeats the winner in a subsequent match.

Clyde Gastin, the 24 year old veteran cowboy wrestler from Texas made his way down the ring as his music played in the arena! He got a cheering ovation as he made his apperance on the ramp, waving his hat to the cheering Japanese crowd. He was just a journey-man wrestler these days but was glad he still had recognition whenever he made an appearance and seemed thrilled to compete in LAW.

He wasnt a fan of the match he was booked in. What kind of match was this!? Facesits for falls and facesits for life!? He didnt know who booked this match for him but he supposed after he punished his opponent (and apologized) he'd tell LAW management to not give him in these odd fights.



The blonde haired boy, clad in his blue/black tights and matching boots, made his way into the ring, tossing his hat aside before going to his corner to await the arrival of his foe.

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Fortunately - or, perhaps, unfortunately - for Clyde, he would not have to wait long.

Luong’s

played and the woman herself came out a moment later, moving down to the ring with her typical proud march. Unlike usual, however, she was not accompanied by her escort, Lee Seong-ji, and the reason for that was quite simple. Most of the time, Lee would serve as a go-between for her opponents, giving them the offer of surrender and laying out terms, sparring her the indignity of having to utter their mongrel language anymore than need be. Tonight, however, there would be no such offers made, no way for Clyde to avoid the humiliation that was coming his way. After all, this match had been at her behest, made by her design. Giving him a way out of it would defeat the point.

While she had been satisfied with her opponents and opportunities so far, Luong needed something to satisfy her on a more permanent basis, something to slake her thirsts whenever she had them, and the idea of a regular worshipper greatly appealed to her sensibilities. To their credit, management had been willing to accept her terms, and found a suitable slave - an American, Clyde Gastin, who’d wrestled for them infrequently, someone she assumed was of little value.

As she made her way into the ring, she made her own assessment of the man, and quirked an eyebrow at the sight. He wasn’t unhandsome, she would allow, at least for an American. A blonde, with acceptable height and physique, an exemplar of the United States. She found his form pleasing enough - while she craved domination, she had no patience for the skinny, unfit males that made up no small percentage of LAW’s male roster. This one looked like he could at least give her some semblance of a challenge.

The smallest of smiles graced her lips as she made her way to the center of the ring, crossing one leg in front of the other as she approached, one hand on her hip and the other swinging at the side. She took up position and waited for him to do the same, keeping still, save for a light bounce with her foot.

Spoiler

Luong was ready to begin. Was he?

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Clyde did not expect the music playing to greet a runway goddess. She looked more like a model than a fighter! This tall statueesque goddess saunting her way down the ramp carried an air of sexuality and supreriorty Clyde wasn't prepared for! Even he was going "Wow!" At the sight of Luong's confident, sexy stride.

When she got in the ring, Clyde saw just how 'suprerior' this woman was. A towering 6'1" goddess who peered at him like he were meat on display, it was enough for Clyde to stop admiring her flawless, queen-like features and frown.

"What?" He asked sharply. He could tell he wasn't being checked out like he wanted.

Before long, she gained an eerlie calm smile. There, he watched her long leg cross as she made her way to the center of the ring where she rested her hand upon her ample hip as her leg swung. The Empress beckoned him and Clyde smirked.

"Fine." He said as the bell rang and Clyde appraoched like a wrestler. Hands up, slightly crouched and went over to meet her in the center of the ring for a lockup with the taller woman, he fully expected to close the distance and grab her.

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Luong tried to read him as she made her way into the ring, getting an idea for where his mind was at. He certainly found her attractive - how could he not? But there was more to it than that. A hint of trepidation, perhaps? He had to know what sort of match this was, and that the odds weren’t in his favor. The same hips that drew his attention now would be all over his face soon. Concern? Excitement? Arousal?

Whatever the case, it didn’t keep him from making his way towards her as the match began. Clyde was looking for a lock up, treating this like it was a normal match and her as if she were a typical wrestler.

He was wrong on both counts, and she hoped he would learn as much when, instead, he was greeted with a kick to the face.

In most instances, she would’ve preferred to play with her play, to whittle them down and work them over while she danced around the ring. Her style of fighting was suited for quick movements, for dismantling opponents from afar and taking little punishment in the process - but today was a special day. Today, she wanted her opponent battered and broken and kissing her ass. So that was where he would be, in as short an order as possible.

So, instead of taking him head on - a contest she would have surely lost - she brought her leg up quick and delivered a snap kick, striking him square on the jaw. That same foot pulled back and shot forward and instant later, drive hard into his chest to drive him back towards the rope, executed in two fluid, flawless movements.

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Clyde went in and was fully thinking he was going to grab onto that leggy babe and wrangle her down for a few stretches. He just needed one fall and he could grind her out the rest of the fight and there would be no need to embaress her fruther...

He never saw her leg fly up. Her foot caught his chin so fast that Clyde only saw his world blur.

"GNKK!!" Spittle flew from his mouth as his head was kicked upwards like taking an uppercut. His eyes would roll up and he staggered a bit on his feet as his brain was shook. He had no defense for that follow-up kick that struck him in the chest.

"UUGH!!" Clyde flew back, his arms going outward as he was flung into the ropes with his arms going over them, panting as he looked punch drunk from the snap kick.

[BlackAkuma]

Everything happened so fast that, when Clyde was sent flying backwards, the referee scarcely had time to move out of the way, but that was Luong's style. Her legs sliced through the air with a speed that exceeded most punches, and the force was devastating, as Clyde could not doubt attest to. The match was less than ten seconds old, and he already found himself up against, the ropes, suffering. Far from an auspicious start, and it would only grow worse.

There was only one problem, as far as she was concerned, however - he was still standing, saved by the ropes. That simply would not do.

She kept her foot raised after the last kick, chambered and ready, while she took a moment to consider her next move. She decided soon enough, and moved back in as a whirlwind, closing the distance as she spun, her feet scarcely touching the canvas.

Luong turned once, then twice, then used all the momentum to deliver a roundhouse kick to Clyde’s face, nailing him with a merciless tornado kick, executed like pure poetry.

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Clyde hung on the ropes after the kick and needed a breather. He had lifted his head just a moment before seeing Luong come in, spinning violently in the air with pristine grace! His eyes and mouth widend but there was nothing he could do.

*THWAP*

The sound of Luong's foot to Clyde's face clapped through the arena as the crowd gave a loud sharp groan of awe and sympathy.

Clyde's head turned sharply left as his eyes went vacant and his body timbered over like a tree, face first into the canvas in an unmoving heap.

[BlackAkuma]

Disappointing.

Worthless. Pathetic. Utterly, inescapably, hopelessly disgusting.

Luong’s mastery of the English language was limited, but even she could find enough words to describe the display as Clyde took her kick and crumpled before her, falling into a useless heap of flesh and bone. She stepped away as he fell, not wanting his body to touch her any more than it needed to, and stood before him with hands on hips as he laid out before her.

Luong strutted over to his side, slid her foot under his chest, and flipped him onto his back, letting him stare at the lights. However, he would be blessed with a much better view in the next moment as she brought her foot over his lips, dangling it just close enough to be worshipped. She was mildly curious to see if he was smart enough to take the hint…

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Clyde's senses were swimming after taking the near knock out blow that floored him. His body splayed out and flopped over after Luong flipped him like a patty, his limbs tossing over until he was sprawled out, the lights above spinning and the only thing stationary was the view of Luong's look of disdain and disgust as she loomed over him before bringing her foot just above his lips...

"Uhh..." Clyde groaned, completely out of it, but slowly began to regain his bearings. Once he realized it was her foot, without even thinking, he batted her foot away and began to try and scramble for the corner to pull himself back up after mostly recovering from being floored.

[BlackAkuma]

Of course, Clyde refused to take the peace offering - he was either too stubborn or too indolent to realize the gift he was being given. Either way, Luong found it more than a passing irritation, as her patience for this man grew thinner by the second. At least her first opponent in LAW had a formidable wrestler, larger and more dangerous. So far, Clyde struck her as a total whelp, not worth a moment of her attention.

But he would get it, anyway, whether either of them liked it. She would make it a hard time for him, though.

As Clyde made his way up in the corner, Luong rushed towards him, brought her leg up, and shot it out high, striking him against the throat with her heel. She held the ropes for balance, leaned in, and proceeded to choke him with her foot, applying pressure to keep him place while the referee began to count.