Clyde Gastin Vs. Luong Chun - Game of Thrones

[Rawg]

Luong approached and Clyde was ready, as ready as he could be. The tall korean beauty strutting his way like a model with her hands behind her back! Clyde expected a kick even as she seemed wide open but once she got in, she leaned towards him, sticking out her chin with a smile?

"Wuh? A-Are you playing some kinda game with me!?" Clyde said alout, not even knowing if Luong could understand him, he just assumed. He grew red with embarrassment before he cocked his arm back before throwing a big right hook to clobber her across the chin!

[BlackAkuma]

Clyde was smart enough to know when he was being mocked, at least. Faint praise, but she would give it to him.

Luong didn’t answer his question, of course. She simply held her position and waited for him to make his next, stupid move, which he promptly did, lashing out with a wild hook, one that could only have been easier to avoid if he’d told her in advance. She waited until the last second, then deftly ducked under it, slipped behind him, and gave him a quick kick to his shin as she passed, tripping him up for his troubles.

After that, she’d simply spin about and return to the same position. Standing. Waiting. Smiling.

[Rawg]

Clyde completely whiffed that hook and left himself wide open. He had put just about all his effort into that KO punch and after being smothered out, the effort seemed to tax him more.

But worse than being tired, Luong dodged him with ease in another humiliating display. Slipping behind Clyde with a quick little kick to his shin that made him wince as it stung him.

“Gh! Rrrgh! Stop foolin’ around lady!” Clyde turned around and saw Luong inches from him, smiling happily. The upclose features of the flawless purple haired beauty with perfect figure and makeup mere inches from him. Clyde was startled and stumbled back before regaining frustration as she just smiled at him like this was a breeze in the park.

“Fine! Dont cry when you get dropped!” Clyde shouted and fired a frantic combination. A jab, a cross, lead hook, uppercut, then another! Putting his all into a wild combo to try and hit Luong as his effort was accompanied by strained, desperate grunts of exertion!!

“Huh! Ha! Hmh!”

Regardless if Clyde struck at all, some or none, he would be left gassed, arms hanging at his sides, panting feverishly as he put all his immediate effort into that barrage.

[BlackAkuma]

While Luong was taunting him, it wasn’t without merit. She was striving to make him angry - an angry opponent was a stupid opponent, and when that opponent was already stupid, well.

She stepped back, just out of the jab’s range.

She dipped to the side, letting the cross pass by her head.

She stepped back, then back again, then back again as he finisher a hook and matching uppercut, letting each blow come tantalizingly close, staying just on the edge, right up until the last one whizzed by her cheek.

That one would not go unanswered. Luong dipped down, spun about, and shoot her leg straight out towards his chin as she whirled, going for his chin with a powerful spinning heel kick.

[Rawg]

Clyde swung for the fences, putting literally everything he had into every swing and landing nothing except for a near glance on his final shot. The flurry left him tired and exhausted. That said, he saw something in Luong after that last uppercut that had him concerned. But it was his last thought before he watched the purple haired beauty spin around low before firing out a rocketting uppercut of a spinning heel kick that slammed into Clyde’s chin.

“-GUH!!” Clyde’s chin slammed shut and his toes left the canvas as his body went straight as a pencil. Launched briefly into the air . His head snapped back sharply before snapping back down like a rubberband.

When he returned to the canvas. He stood there for only a moment as his eyes slowly rolled up before his body went like jello. Crumbling to his knees as he had been knocked punch drunk. Looking up Luong with a hung open mouth and glossy, empty eyes.

[BlackAkuma]

Luong kept her leg extended after the impact, perfectly balanced on the heel of her foot as Clyde reeled from the blow. She could have followed up with all manner of moves, but she knew there was little need to - the lights were off, the impact had done its work. While he wasn’t unconscious just yet, he might as well have been for all intents and purposes. Merely a toy for her amusement.

Still balanced on a single leg, she swung around to face him as he dropped to his knee. She brought other leg out, the same one the had kicked him senseless a moment ago, and placed it under his chin, using it to tip his lifeless face from side to side, inspecting her handiwork, gazing at him with a passive eye.

One she grew bored of that, Luong dismissed him in the roughest way she could think to: bringing her leg around and whipping him in the face with a vicious hook kick, slamming her sole into his cheek.

[Rawg]

Crumpled to his knees, Clyde groaned feebly and quietly. The lights were on but no one was home inside his kicked-drunk head.

“Uuuh…?” He swooned, barely there at all open as the dominant goddess studied the knocked senseless cowboy, who’s head turned like a controlled puppet until Luong decided to finish him.

PLAP!

“BLEUGHHH!” Spittle flew as Luong’s sole clapped Clyde’s cheek. His head turning sharply with thr motion of Luong’s brutal spin kick before Clyde head rebounded left to right, his eyes slowly rolling up before he crumbled to the mat, his knees unfolding to flop flat out, his body sprawled out where he again, lay defeated on the canvas.

The crowd roared. Hooting and hollering the dominant display with chants for Luong as Clyde lay limp on the mat, giving a few errant spasms.

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[BlackAkuma]

Pathetic.

Utterly, completely, totally, undeniably pathetic.

Luong wasn’t expecting much of a challenge from this man, but he’d somehow manage to sink below her already low expectations. After another kick, he fell down again, a lifeless husk on the floor. She would almost think that he enjoyed this treatment, if he didn’t seem so sincere in his losing effort.

The crowd cheered her on, but she could not have conceivably cared less - no, her thoughts were squarely on the wastrel before her, considering what was to be done with him. It would’ve been a simple matter to sit on his face again - and she would. But this match was already a certain victory, and she had plenty of time left. It wasn’t as if she would win any extra acclaim by racking up the victories - she could take her time.

With her arms still behind her back, Luong made her way over to Clyde’s side and promptly kicked him on his back, leaving him to stare up at the sky. From there, she promptly stepped on him, planting one foot on his chest and letting the other come down on his head, pinning his skull to the mat under her heel.

[Rawg]

Clyde was out and lay defeated on the mat. Still and unmoving save for the occasional twitch.

Luong kicked Clyde over and he flopped to his back in a sprawled out heap so the arena lights could invade his flickering senses before she placed her foot upon his sweat covered chest while the other mashed to his head.

"U-Uuhh..~!"

Clyde groaned with discomfort, feeling a pressure on his already ringing head as Luong pinned him there and displaying to the arena her already dominant fashion. Clyde couldnt do anything but writhe and mime protest under Luong as the crowd roared.

[BlackAkuma]

Another quality of Clyde’s that surprised her - he made a decent stepping mat.

Luong would admit that she enjoyed the feel of his body underneath her feet, squirming at her touch, writhing under her heel. It was a rare sensation that she had learned to treasure, and something about his sweaty, clammy body made it more appealing than most. IT seemed that all of Clyde’s best qualities came about when he did nothing.

But all good things had to come to an end - this was not a trampling match, as much as the idea intrigued her. After taking a moment to bask in her glory, Luong spun about, leaped up, and let her ass come crashing down on his face from on high, hammering his skull into the canvas, while her feet dropped down in between his legs to double the pain - if he was conscious long enough to feel it.