Clyde Gastin Vs. Luong Chun - Game of Thrones

[BlackAkuma]

“불쌍한.”

There was no way Clyde understood a word Luong was saying. The man was so unrefined and crude, she was willing to wager her barely spoke English, troglodyte that he was. Still, she was confident the look on her face would convey her feelings properly - that utter contempt, total disgust, as if he was merely some pest that had wandered into her home, a cockroach that refused to die no matter how many times it was stomped.

If he couldn't provide her an ample challenge, then he might as well serve as a punching bag, and she saw a golden opportunity to test out one of her moves as he stumbled away, stunned. Nimble, swift, she moved in on him with feline grace, leaped up, proceeded to run her way up his body, using the momentum to step her fine feet along his form.

Her legs encircled his neck, squeezed tight, and the result was inevitable from there - she pulled him over with a hurricanrana, going of her signature move: Empress’ Staircase.

[Rawg]

“Uu-Uhh…” Clyde groaned with a swooning sway as Luong chided him with disgust. He didnt understand her but to be degraded while being effortlessly beaten was beyond humiliating and humbling. Clyde felt his fighting morale crushed.

With refined grace, the Empress ran up his swaying body before her long, shapely legs circled his neck and squeezed!

“HNNGH!!” Clyde’s eyes crossed as he was crushed. A brutal snap and flex of her thighs made his toes curl and his legs buckle before being flung overhead!! Clyde toppled head shoulders to the mat with a hard CRASH in the center of the ring.

“..Ghh..!” He bounced once off the mat before settling sprawled out and laid flat.

[BlackAkuma]

As Luong moved, the audience was treated to what she could only describe as poetry in motion. She moved with unfathomable grace, her every step perfected, her balance honed to an impeccable level. Few in the world could do what she did, but you would not have known that with the ease of which she scaled Clyde’s body, walking up his body as if she had done so a hundred times. It required skill, patience, and timing to an obscene level, but such was the depth of her talent. She was an unparalleled athlete.

They didn’t even deserve to see her perform, and that was what this truly was: a performance. Clyde was no real threat, merely a body that she used to show her greatness. If there had been any doubts on that front, she suspected they were now put to rest as he lay at her feet, a wrecked shell of a man.

After a slight glimpse at the clock, Luong brushed a few stray hairs out of her face and strolled his way, taking her time on the approach, admiring her handiwork. Clyde was as beaten as a man could be within the limitations of a ring, but she didn’t want to end this so quickly. If he couldn't provide a challenge, then she could at least make him serve as an example.

She stepped over his head, lowered down, and lowered her ass towards his face, threatening a facesit, but not going all the way. Instead, she kept it just about him, close enough for him to feel the heat, and uttered a familiar command.

”Kiss.”