Clyde Gastin Vs. Parker Ward

[Rawg]

Clyde staggered to his feet with wobbly feet, holding his head. He looked up and saw Parker in the ring with the crowd roaring for her... He half expected and braced for an aerial follow-up but to his surprise, the Canadian rookie didnt leap over the ropes (thank goodness) and instead called out for him!

Clyde's cheeks would redden. Half embarrassed and half enamored at the rookie's form, her chest rising and falling with excitement and effort, from where Clyde was standing, he had to admit he was taken off guard as she bounced on her heels energetically.

He shook his head. He wasn't going to back down as she called for him!

Maybe that wasnt wise. He didnt care.

"Okay! Fair! Let's start again then!" Clyde huffed and ran towards the ring, sliding in and trying to get up quickly and attempt to rush Parker with an overhead forearm to her chest... If he reached her.

[Parker]

Parker’s cracked a grin at the blond, gave him a cheeky little shrug, sweat shining faintly on her brow. She circled wide along the inside of the ring, watching as she slipped back in, letting herself get a bit more fired up to go again. As he charged, she dipped forward to meet him halfway.

The two were at each other in a blink, Clyde tucking back his arm to land a heavy shot, but Parker didn’t slow at all. With a squeak of her boots, she cut a slight bit to the side and ducked under his arm, narrowly avoiding the strike. Pivoting on her heel, she dug in her boots to come to a sudden stop, peering over her shoulder to watch him. She gauged the distance, shuffling on her feet a bit to stay close but not too close.

The moment he started to turn, she moved. “Gotcha.” The word slipped from her lips into a smirk.

The brunette hopped back a step, weight settling into her hips, her green eyes locked on him. The moment Clyde’s met hers, Parker’s boot snapped up like a spring, heel whipping forward with all the sharp precision she could muster. The superkick cut through the space between them in a blur, aimed just under his chin, a shot meant to stun the Texan and bring the arena to its feet.

[Rawg]

Clyde's eyes widened as Parker rushed to meet him half way, she really was a foolhardy rookie. Either way, Clyde committed to his attack and rushed Parker... The squeak of her shoes heard as they shifted across canvas with haste as Clyde swung his arm and down and... Missed!?

His eyes widened. Her speed surprised him as she cut sharply and ducked his strike as she turned and pivoted before halting. Clyde screamed at himself to turn but just as he blinked, he heard her words echo.

"Gotcha."

Clyde's eyes met her glowing green eyes before he saw scuffed wrestling shoes come up underneath him as his whole world spun snapped upwards.

"PMMMMFFFF-UHH!!!"

Sweat and Spittle flew up in a mist as Clyde's head snapped upwards, his head settled down for a moment, his eyes glossy and lost before he toppled over and flopped to the mat with a limp bounce before settling on the mat with a limp bounce, eventually settling on the mat in a sprawled out heap.

"G-Ghh... U-Uuuh... Uuuh..."

Spoiler

Clyde gave once sputtering twitch on the mat, mouth agape the entire time, his chest rising and falling as he took a near Knockout blow from Parker as the crowd roared with frenzy and approval at the athletic counter and the shock of the rookie flooring the wily veteran, now pasted and twitchy on the mat.

[Parker]

Parker blew out a low whistle through her teeth as Clyde collapsed, sprawled out like a ragdoll at her feet. She shook her head, strands of damp hair clinging to her cheek as she wiped a forearm across her brow. “Guess I really did getcha.” Her grin split wide, the rookie’s green eyes shining with a mix of disbelief and satisfaction.

The crowd’s roar washed over her, a wave of energy she soaked up before setting her boots back in motion. She gave her shoulders a little shimmy, loosening the sting from the kick, then broke into a short jog, circling around his twitching form. Her eyes flicked down to him, chest heaving, mouth slack, still dazed.

Parker took her chance. She skipped into a quick hop, kicking her legs out and tilting her body back, a single arm raised. She drove her elbow like a hammer into Clyde’s sternum, the impact reverberating up her arm and echoing across the ring as his body jolted beneath her weight. Looking to keep him down while she worked.

“I heard people call you a cowboy in the back. This how you grab a bull by the horns down in cowboy town?”

Rolling with her momentum, the brunette slid down against his side. Before he could slither away, Parker hooked her arm beneath his head, tugging it snug against her chest. Her hips shifted, twisting so she could lie on her flank, locking his head in tight as her fingers interlaced in front of him.

The headlock cinched in, her bicep pressing against his cheek as she leaned her weight into the hold. She exhaled slowly, grinning at the crowd, giving Clyde a firm squeeze for good measure. “I should be yeehawing or does that come later?”

[Rawg]

Clyde was mostly, mostly conscious. He was still laid out and heaving on the canvas as Parker circled his sprawled out form, something that he saw and admittedly, was embarrassed by her wide smile as she peered at him before breaking into a jog and leaping up before driving an elbow into the center of his chest.

“GUH!” He jolted like he had been revived. Body bouncing and limbs flying before he settled back on the canvas, groaning. He tried to slink away but the rookie caught him, he felt her body slide along his front, creating tingles and hot breath before her toned arms clutched his head and squeezed!

He was pulled tight into her. Out muscled and mashed into her chest from behind while her bicep flexed against his cheek!

“Mmf!” He groaned as he felt her toned muscle grind into his face. It would be more pleasant if this hold wasnt so grinding on him. And that sass of hers!

“Nnnh!” Clyde struggled, tugging on Parker’s locked hands to try and force freedom while being held down in humiliating face. His retort was somewhat altered by her headlock mashing his face a bit.

“Oh! I show you a yeehaw, missy!” Clyde huffed as he grit down and tried to just bully Parker off him by rising to knee and hoping to just pull out. Clyde was no match technician, but he could try his hardest to brute his way out!

[Parker]

Parker grit her teeth, knuckles white as she wrung her arms tight around Clyde’s head, grinding the headlock for all it was worth. Every shift of her hips made her bicep saw harder into his cheek, her chest pressing at the back of his skull as she leaned in, determined to make every breath he took a chore. She hunkered down and gave him no space to slip loose, the sweat on their skin only adding to the snugness of the hold.

But Clyde wasn’t just laying there, she could feel his body rumble with the effort as he started to force himself up, muscles in his shoulders bunching under her grip. When his weight shifted forward and he started rising onto his knees, Parker scooted her butt across the mat to follow with him, staying attached like a burr. For all his power, she wasn’t about to let him wriggle free without a fight. Down on the mat was her turf, she made sure everyone paid the price when they got here.

As he strained higher, she knew she’d lose the leverage soon. So, Parker played her card. She suddenly slipped off the side of his head, her arms unwinding just long enough for her to slink around his back. In one sharp, fluid motion she snapped her arms back in place, only this time her forearm slid under his chin, her bicep clamping snug along his jaw as she locked on a tight sleeper hold from behind. Her free hand clutched her own wrist, securing the noose.

“Not so fast, cowboy.” She chuckled with an exhale, arching her back to wrench him tight against her.

She yanked hard, leaning backwards to see if she could drag the Texan down to the canvas again, trying to use his own momentum against him. If she could manage to topple them, Parker’s legs were already primed, she snapped them shut around his waist, ankles locking as her thighs cinched in a vise, adding a punishing scissor hold to the sleeper. If she managed that, he’d have to fight through every squeeze of her arms and every pulse of her legs just to move an inch, Parker making sure the climb out of this trap would be uphill in every way.

[Rawg]

"Ghbhnnnngghgg...!!!" Clyde groaned as Parker's bicep ground into his cheek harder and her arms clinched tighter around his head, creating enough discomfort that Clyde was wincing even through the soft cushion of Parker's chest against his head. The lock was so tight, Clyde was feeling the moistness of Parker's own sweat mixing with his own. To say the two were locked tight was an understatement that only increased as Clyde tried to just muscle out.

Parker clung to him. Clyde used even MORE effort just to try and pry her off and he paid for this as she transitioned from a headlock to a new hold. Parker clearly had better mat work as the rookie had her thighs snapping around Clyde and her arms clamping tight under his chin and along his jaw!

"HHNNHH!!" Clyde howled as arched back and Clyde was right back down on the mat, ass first with Parker's legs snapping down and squeezing!

"UHHNNKK!!!" The moment she squeezed his sides and crushed his breathing, Clyde's head slacked backwards, he all but jolted like a ragdoll when Parker pulsed his crushed body! His eyes fluttered and crossed as he nearly toppled over, he was going to be put out if he didn't try and reach for the ropes... With his legs... The duo had fought in the center of the ring, now Clyde was trying to butt scoot and carry Parker while trying to go for the ropes while every crush was earning gagging, smushed sounds from the punished blonde!!

[Parker]

Parker’s arms flexed hard beneath Clyde’s jaw, her forearm cutting across the line of his throat as she cinched the sleeper tight. Her bicep pressed firm to his cheek, the damp heat of her chest grinding against his shoulders, every pulse of her arms pulling him in deeper. The rookie’s breath was hot and steady above him, her body snug against his back, the scissor hold clamped like steel bands around his ribs.

Her thighs pulsed, crushing in short, deliberate squeezes that stole his breath inch by inch. The way he jolted beneath her every time she flexed, far stronger than they looked. She felt the sweat slicking between them, her skin gliding against his as she rolled her hips slightly, adjusting the angle of her legs to grind her inner thighs tighter against his sides. Each squeeze was a slow drag of pressure, making him writhe like she was wringing the fight straight out of him.

She felt him shift, his body rocking as Clyde started to scoot them both across the mat. Parker’s green eyes flicked toward the ropes, seeing what he was after, but she didn’t try to stop him. Instead, she leaned back, settling her weight into the canvas, making every inch he dragged her a grueling effort. The rookie simply tightened her coils, thighs trembling with effort as she cracked the scissors tighter around his midsection, crushing his ribs with a low grunt of her own.

At the same time, her arms cinched down with another sharp jerk, the sleeper biting deeper into his neck. Parker gave a soft huff, lips brushing against the sweat-damp blond hair at his temple. “Go on then,” she breathed, voice a teasing whisper just for him. “Lets see if you can make it.”

Every drag forward brought another pulse from her legs, another flex of her arm against his head, making sure that even if he reached the ropes, he’d pay for every single inch.

[Rawg]

"MMnnghhh....Uuhnnnhhh....!!" Clyde was haggered as Parker flexed. Her arm cutting into his neck so tight he was seeing stars. He felt her toned muscle bulge against his cheek. The struggling was desperate and primal with Parker's hot breath, panting against the side of his head, tickling his ear while her damp, full chest compressed against his bare shoulders while her thighs crushed his body... Clyde was in a state he could barely describe himself as Parker crushed the boy for resisting her and trying to paw for the ropes in way he could!

"A-Auk! Gk! Hnnk!" Each delibrate pulsing squeeze had Clyde spasming in Parker's grip, he felt swallowed by her, his breath was so ragged and her sleeper was so tight she turned his face red. It had to be from being unable to breath and not from the sensation of Parker's toned, lithe body, drenched in sweat and effort, getting stickly and glued to clyde's bare torso.

He tried to drag them for the ropes and Parker just sandbagged him. It didnt help she didnt that earlier when he tried to get loose from her earlier hold. Clyde was gassing just trying to escape this grappler! It was struggling desperate effort as Clyde tried to pull the rookie with him while she just let him do all the work carrying both of them to the ropes.

"HHHNNNNNN~~!!" A strained cry left Clyde's lips when Parker flexed her thighs around Clyde. He went slack for a moment and his eyes rolled up, practically passing out from being crushed before he revived. The lights were spinning and foggy now. Trying to take a breath was like swallowing dust. She snapped a harder jerk and Clyde followed with her like a ragdoll while his leg pawed towards the ropes desperately.

Shivers went down his spine as he Parker puffed a soft huff , her lips brushing against his damp moppy hair with a teasing voice that sent shivers and chills down the boy's spine. He wanted to melt.

Instead, with a gargled cry of effort, he pulled the two of them scooting far until he put his foot on the rope and then held on for life. His eyes fluttering as he tugged at Parker's arm in hopes he could survive, otherwise he was going to go to sleep...!

[Parker]

The referee’s sharp call rang out, and Parker perked up, blinking like she’d just been shaken from a daydream. “Rope break!” The words cut through her tunnel vision, and she realized with a small start that Clyde had actually managed to drag them both into safety.

“Whoops,” she chuckled, easing off the choke and parting her thighs at once. With a playful shove, she rolled him out from between her legs and leaned back on her hands for a moment, laughing under her breath. “Guess I was having too much fun.”

She reached out with a long leg, prodding his side with her boot. “Good work though. Didn’t think you’d get me off you.” The way she said it was teasing, sing-songy, the grin never leaving her face.

“I’ll work harder next time.” Pushing herself up in one smooth motion, Parker bounced a couple of steps backward, shaking her arms and legs out as if she were warming up all over again. She flashed Clyde a grin and wagged a finger at him.

She had a good sense for sportsmanship so was fine to leave him be for the moment. But kindless wasnt weakness, if he abused her mercy, she'd be right on him again. Settling into a loose stance, she tilted her head and called across the ring, “But hey, don’t take a nap down there. I’m nice, not that nice.” Her tone was light, but the glimmer in her eyes made it clear she was already deciding how to catch him again the moment he stood.