Match Type: Standard Match
Rules: Victory by pinfall or submission Spoiler
Clyde Gastin came down the entrance ramp in front of the cheering crowd. The 24 year old blonde haired cowboy from Texas appeared on stage with a wide smile as he waved to the cheering crowd, standing at 5'7" and 140 pounds.
Tonight was a Standard singles against a debuting a rookie! Clyde thought management was being way too unfair. A debuting rookie against a former champion like him? Their goose was already cooked! But Clyde was never one to turn down a fight, he just felt bad for the rookie.
Appearing on stage in his blue wrestling trunks, black pads and boots, the cowboy waved to the crowd on his way down the ramp before heading inside and into the ring, stretching his arms out at the corner to pander to the fans before heading to the red corner and leaning against it, awaiting his opponent for the night to appear!
The cold sweats, right before her match. Never a good sign. If there was one upside, it meant she was still hydrated enough to be sweating. It wasn’t like her to be so nervous, but all the variables were piling up. Big stadium, new country, and she hadn’t finished working in her new ring gear. With a huff, she gave the straps of her top a small tug, rolling her shoulders to let things settle better.
The fact she was set to match against a guy wasn’t that big of a deal, despite all the questioning looks she had gotten on her way to the stage. Back in high school, she rolled primarily with men in a sport primarily dominated by male competitors, go figure. This guy though, had a history. Good or bad, she wasn’t sure, but enough that people knew him, cheered for him. She could hear them quite clearly with nothing but darkened curtains between her and the arena seating.
“Détendez-vous… Respirez. It’s just a ring with better seating. Just pretend we’re back in another high school gymnasium... Mmm-yeh... I can practically smell the Axe body spray.” Parker muttered quietly to herself, ears perking as her opponent's music faded. She gently tapped the toes of her boots to the steel grating, psyching herself up for the big entrance. Good 4 U - Olivia Rodrigo
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Parker burst onto the stage with a grin that could light up the rafters, charging forward with all the rookie bravado she could summon. The lights beat down on her as she blinked away a few drops of sweat, but nothing dimmed her enthusiasm. They didn’t know her name yet, but if she had anything to say about it, they would by the end of the night.
She jogged down the ramp, pumping her fists in rhythm with the music and calling out to the fans on either side. Any outstretched hand she could find got a high-five, every cheer got a bigger reaction, and she bounced on her toes as if she couldn’t contain the energy rushing through her veins. Reaching the ring, she clamored up onto the apron, pausing to lean against the ropes. She gestured with her hands, urging the crowd to make more noise.
With a satisfied nod, Parker dipped low between the ropes, narrowly avoiding catching her boot on the way through. She recovered with a small hop, practically making it look like nothing had happened. Across the way, she spied her opponent and gave him a respectful nod of encouragement as she took her own place at the corner, staying light on her feet as the referee got things rolling.
Clyde would be bouncing up and down, keeping spry and nimble as he heard the lively, catchy and thumping female vocal led pop punk echo through the arena. He was used to tussling against women but Parker had an infectious smile that caught Clyde off guard! She was cute! She came down, bursting with energy to her music, high-fiving any fans on the way down the stage while carrying an eager bounce on her step.
Clyde breathed out, feeling a tinge of nervousness as this spry rookie came down, beaming with pure energy and winning over the crowd, getting them hype as she leaned into the ropes before hopping inside with perfect grace and ease.
She nodded at him and Clyde had a small chuckle as he smiled.
"Hey there..." He laid on his best charm as he prepared himself to tussle with this rookie. "That's a nice entrance ya got! And welcome to the big leagues!" Clyde said pleasantly before he raised his hands in guard.
"Name's Clyde Gastin! Hope yer ready ta' fight 'cause I aint goin easy on ya!" Said the male, bouncing on his toes before the bell rang and the boy came out, hands up, marching towards Parker to start a collar elbow tie up!
She straightened, brushing her hair back from her eyes, and grinned across the ring when Clyde greeted her. It wasn't every day opponents liked to engage in polite conversation, so this was already a pleasant surprise.
“Nice to meet you too, Clyde.” Her voice carried that chipper Canadian lilt, bright and earnest as ever. “Thanks. Still taking pointers if you're dolling ou-.” The bell rang mid-sentence, and before she could finish, Clyde was already on her. Parker’s eyes widened as he closed the distance, forcing her into the tie-up before she’d even squared her footing. The rookie’s grin faltered for the first time as she planted her boots against the mat, but Clyde’s experience and momentum pushed her back step by step.
Caught off guard, Parker clenched her jaw and dug in, trying to rally the same energy that had carried her down the ramp. “O-okay!” she puffed through gritted teeth, straining against his strength as the crowd roared at the early clash. “Guess we’re doing this right now then!”
Her back edged closer toward the ropes, the crowd split between laughing at how terrible her start had been and shouting for her to push back.
Clyde found Parker cute as a button with her chipper response. Eager and upbeat, it was almost a shame to cut it short with the grapple.
"Oh I can share a few pointers." Said the blonde with a coy, wry smile as he collar and elbow locked up with the rookie in a tight tieup that had him pushing the younger cannuck back until she was nearly up against the ropes. Even though he had the advantage and surprise start, it still took Clyde gritted effort to muscle back this toned and tough rookie as much as he did. Biting down and flaring nostrils as he pushed against her.
"Y-Yeah! Guess we are... But here's a pointer for ya!" Said Clyde before he suddenly dropped and pulled on Parker, hitting his back to the canvas while pulling on her arm to try and send her up and over towards the mat with a quick arm drag!
“Oh?” Parker perked her head just slightly, half-expecting an actual bit of advice. But Clyde wasn’t talking, he was already moving. In a flash, her arm was trapped, his grip stiff and sure as he pivoted and dropped, whipping her forward with all his weight.
“Oh!” she yelped as the canvas rushed up to meet her. The snap of the drag sent her shoulder bouncing hard off the mat before she flopped over onto her back. For a heartbeat the air rushed out of her lungs, then instinct kicked in.
She rolled with the momentum, flipping onto her stomach and planting knees and palms against the mat. Popping up onto all fours, Parker shook her head quickly to clear it, and draw in a deep breath. With a sharp she pushed off her knee, rising back onto her feet in a few quick steps, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her stay down.
She lurched forward, still half winded, springing off her heels with a burst of energy. Launching into the air, Parker snapped both legs out, aiming to meet an upright Clyde with a sharp, quick dropkick to the chest towards the ropes he had pushed her towards moments ago.
A textbook armdrag was successful. And Clyde, felt just a little bad that Parker seemed to actually want to follow along and hear out what Clyde had to say. He didnt think it affected her fight game (and it was kind of cute...) But he wasn't going to mess with the rookie's head like that!
At least, not right now... He shouldn't!
Clyde was working his was back to his feet after tossing Parker. Normally, an arm drag victim was thrown for a loop and took at least a few seconds to get up and reset and lockup again.
"And that's-" Clyde began, from one knee up to two feet before he turned and saw Parker, full speed barreling towards him like a spitfire plane on the attack before she snapped those legs out and caught Clyde hard in the upper chest!
"UGUHH!!" The hit landed and Clyde whipped back sharply, the wind plowed from his lungs, his head thrown back before his body followed into the ropes, stretching them and nearly toppling over as his arms hooked over the top to keep him from flipping over. The ropes recoiled as his feet slammed into the mat as his knees buckled, toes turned towards each other with his head down as he breathed, winded and stunned by the first decivise blow of the match!
The instant her boots smacked against his chest, Parker felt the jolt of connection ink in through her legs. She gave it that little extra shove, the snap that made a dropkick hit like it mattered. The crash landing came a heartbeat later, twisting to her side to take the brunt on the canvas with a thud. She didn’t linger to admire her handiwork, no time for that as she rolled with the motion and popping back to her feet in sync with her breathing, quick and fluid.
Her head whipped up. There was Clyde, tangled against the ropes, the perfect target. Instinct had her stepping in to snare him right then and there, but the thunder from the crowd rolled over her like a wave, pulling her into the moment. She gave a small nod, a decision made, and peeled away instead, bursting into a sprint across the ring.
The ropes on the far side bowed beneath her weight, then snapped her back like a slingshot, launching her straight at Clyde. She clapped a hand against her bicep, a cheeky little wind-up for the audience, and the roar swelled louder. Her strides were long, eating up the distance in seconds, her grin wide as she closed in.
Parker swung out with all the force she could muster, arm cutting through the air like a warhammer. She drove her whole body into the lariat, aiming to smash Clyde across the upper body and flip him up and over the top rope. She was a rookie with a point to prove, determined to make it look like she belonged.
Clyde was hung on the ropes after that dropkick, arms looped over the long cords while his head hung down. His knees had buckled following that dropkick where he caught his breath following the blow, just in time to see Parker taking off for the ropes in a full speed sprint, hitting the ropes hard before slinging right for Clyde at high velocity, clapping her bicep as she wound up her arm and the crowd before...
"GUUH!!" The clothesline smashed into Clyde, he felt Parker's arm crash into his upper chest and chin, knocking him for a loop as the world toppled over upside down, rolling like a Ferris wheel before the blonde tumbled to the floor outside and sliding along the arena mats...
"Uhh..." Clyde groaned, remaining there, stunned and wounded for a moment but already trying to get back up to his feet, although he was very dizzy.
Parker’s boots skidded against the mat as her momentum carried her into the ropes after the lariat, the impact still reverberating up through her arm and shoulder. She blew out a sharp breath, shaking out her arm with a grin tugging at her lips, the crowd roaring at the sudden swing of momentum.
Down on the floor, Clyde was groaning and trying to pull himself together, and Parker made no move to dive after him or press the attack. Instead, she paced backward, running a hand through her hair and letting the crowd see her grin widen.
“Fair’s fair, Gastin,” she called out, raising her arm and giving her bicep a playful smack for the audience. “That’s payback for the cheeky start.”
Her chest still rose and fell hard from the effort, but she was all energy, bouncing lightly on her heels, letting the crowd ride the moment while she waited to see just how quick Clyde could shake it off and come back for more. Meanwhile, the referee had begun their countout for the veteran.
