Clyde Gastin Vs. Parker Ward

[Rawg]

"GKKG....." Clyde was on the verge of passing out when Parker released him. He pretty much just slumped over the moment he was let go by Parker. Flopping onto his side and twitched with every little playful shove the Cannuck gave the boy as he panted agianst the mat, moist mouth and a trail of spit between him and the canvas while she playfully prodded him with her foot.

"U-Uh...Uuhff..." He would laugh more if he wasn't in and out of being awake as she prodded him about, shaking his spent body up and down while she teased the blonde, his chest slowly rising and falling with long dramatic breaths as she got up and left him plastered on the canvas.

Even Clyde felt worried. If that wasn't her trying hard. He was cooked.

He rolled over onto his back still huffing and panting before, to his horror he saw Parker, still limber and fresh, shaking herself loose! Clyde knew if he took Parker on directly as he was, she would devour him.

"Uhh..." He rolled back over and clutched the ropes and would begin using them to hoist himself up so he could slump against the corner.

"I-I'll just rest here if that's okay...!" Clyde hollered, and that probably took more effort that he needed to give but he couldnt help himself. He had to return that damn sass of hers!

So Clyde would try to pull himself off the canvas via the ropes and head for the corner and try to put him back to it. He was sure Parker would come for him...

[Parker]

Parker let out a short chuckle at Clyde’s plea, tilting her head as she wiped a bit of sweat from her brow. “A rest, huh? Cute. But sorry, Clyde, this isn’t break time.” Her tone was light but steady, carrying that teasing edge without drifting into mockery.

She straightened, hands on her hips for a moment before wagging a finger his way. “These people came to see wrestling. Isn't that right?!” She called out to the crowd who answered back with a thunderous roar of cheers.

“So, let's get back to it.” Her grin softened, but her eyes stayed sharp as she stepped in closer. Careful, deliberate, she moved toward the corner where Clyde had parked himself, every inch the cautious rookie aware she could be walking into a trap. He had cornered himself, but that gave him options to work with since she only had one way to approach.

When she was in range, Parker shifted her weight and snapped her leg up, boot aiming a clean toe kick at his midsection. She wanted to test him, see if he had anything left in the tank.

“Let’s go,” she urged, her voice playful but carrying a firmness beneath it, the rookie’s bounce still there in her step as she pressed the pace again.

[Rawg]

"It is fer me!" Clyde stammered while slumped in the corner. Sure he was playing it up and was red in the face as the rookie teased him to no end, full of ass and wagging a finger at the boy. His brow furrowed as she got the crowd into it! That was his crowd and that was a total cheap pop!

"Hey! You get in the ring with her!" Clyde fired back defensively before looked back at Parker, stepping in, slow and careful. Clyde swallowed. Here it was, round 2 and he knew he was going to be testing himself against this girl who had controlled the pace thus far. He had few options and nowhere to go as she closed in and kicked! He braced.

"Let's." He replied to her sharply.

"OUGH!" Spittle flew from Clyde's mouth as his abs were tested by her boot, he doubled over in pain... And tried to hang onto her boot.

"Gh..." With gritted teeth, Clyde tried to hang onto Parker's foot and and yank her towards him to close the distance, hugging her close before twisting the two of them so she would be in the corner now. With no further pause, Clyde wound back his arm as far as he could and lashed it out towards Parker's upper chest for a big and heavy knife edge chop that would clap her sweat slick upper chest with everything Clyde had if it landed.

[Parker]

Parker’s confidence was plain in the way she moved in, measured, steady, every step saying she was the one dictating the pace. Her kick shot out sharp, expecting Clyde to fold again.

What she didn’t expect was the sudden clamp of his arms around her leg. “Wh-hey!” she yelped, flailing for balance as he pulled her in. The crowd popped as Parker stumbled forward, hopping awkwardly on one foot before Clyde wrenched her in close and twisted them both.

Her back hit the corner hard with a smack of sweat against turnbuckle padding, the force knocking a grunt from her lungs, just in time for Clyde’s arm to whip across her chest. CRACK! The chop rang out through the arena, and Parker’s body snapped forward on impact, shoulders jerking, face twisted with pain as a sharp welt started to bloom pink across her upper chest.

“Ghh!” She clutched at the ropes for balance, teeth bared in a grimace. For a moment she swayed, the sting of Clyde’s shot still burning through her skin. But rookie pride flared, and she wasn’t about to leave him untested.

Her free arm lashed out, hand slicing across his chest in return with a loud smack. It didn’t carry the same weight or leverage, more a sharp retort than a punishing blow, but the intent was there.

“Not taking that lying down!” she hissed, breath ragged, chest heaving as she pressed herself up against the corner, bracing for what came next.

[Rawg]

"Gaah!" Clyde huffed as he put in the extra 'Umph' to really tag Parker with all he had. The chop rocking the rookie as she snapped and twisted in the corner. Clyde thought she was going to buckle and fall but she held on and retaliated.

Clyde's eyes widned. His chest expanded and braced as Parker lashed with chop that made Clyde wince. "Gah!" He grunted and bared his teeth but it didn't do nearly the same as he did to her... Rather, he saw her beckon him to bring her move. Clyde huffed through a smirk, he respected the firey rookie's tenacity...

"Good! But yer still goin' down!" Clyde fired back as he twisted his frame in front of Parker before popping his arm up to uppercut Parker under the chin with his toned, bicep. Hoping to clock the brunette with a big European uppercut!

"Hmph!"

[Parker]

Clyde’s arm snapped up with sudden, brutal precision, his bicep crashing up under Parker’s chin.

"Uhn!" Her head snapped back, hair flying as a sharp gasp tore from her lips, the sound swallowed almost instantly by the crowd’s roar. Her body jolted, the rookie’s arms shooting wide before the ropes caught her. She sagged into them with the creak of the turnbuckles, chest heaving, every breath shallow as her sweat-slick frame trembled from the jolt.

The ropes quivered under her weight as she draped across them, lips parted, eyes hazy and unfocused. Her cheek brushed the top rope, strands of damp brunette hair clinging to her face as she tried to blink the daze away. Her legs shifted weakly, knees bending but refusing to give completely, just enough to keep her upright, strung along the corner like she was barely holding on.

For once, there was no retort, no playful fire snapping back. Just the image of a rookie rocked hard, breathless and stunned, swaying in the corner, leaving the moment, and the pace of what came next, squarely in Clyde’s hands.

[Rawg]

Clyde pursed his lips and felt a surge up his arm as he rattled poor Parker. He saw the lights in the rookie's eyes flutter as she quivered and shook, knees buckling as her hair flew and her body struggled to stay up. She looked knocked for a loop, not unlike her earlier kick to him. Clyde noted, she still looked good even while being knocked silly.

"Careful! Can't have you fallin over... Why don't you hang on to me." Clyde said through a wry grin as he scooped up Parker, going chest to chest with her before suddenly lifting her up off the mat, hiking her up to get her thighs over his hips and then...

"HNNGH!!" Clyde clinched down, squeezing the rookie for all she had with a tight bearhug around the small of her back! Flexing tight and pulsing long hard squeezes arounds her sides just like her earlier scissors, aiding with the occasional bounce to really rattle and squeeze the young rookie as Clyde locked eyes with her and awaited her submission.

[Parker]

Parker barely had the chance to breathe before Clyde’s arms closed around her. Still dazed, her body folded easily into his chest, her feet leaving the mat as he hiked her up, thighs cinched over his hips. A soft yelp slipped from her lips as she bounced lightly in his grasp, her head lolling forward against his shoulder for a moment.

Then came the squeeze.

Her eyes snapped open, lashes fluttering as the first crushing pulse rattled through her ribs. “Nnghh!” A groan poured out of her throat as she set a hand to his shoulder, pushing down at him, trying to pry some space. Her other hand reached down, blindly searching for where his hands were to keep the hold locked in. Each bounce made her jolt, her body jerking limply in rhythm with his flexing arms.

Bit by bit, the fog in her gaze sharpened. She grimaced, sweat streaking down her cheek as she twisted her head to the side, breath hot against Clyde’s ear. Her legs kicked weakly at first, then pressed in against his hips as she started to fight the pressure.

“Y-you’re… not the only one… who can squeeze,” she hissed through grit teeth, voice shaky but defiant as her hands finally pressed harder against his shoulders, trying to wriggle her chest free of the iron grip crushing her small back.

Her body writhed against his, pinned tight, the rookie’s breath growing ragged as she kicked up her legs, once… twice… it wasn’t until he hiked her up again that she was able to finally get them around him again. He had his bear hug, and now she had her scissor hold again as she threaded her ankles together, squeezing.

[Rawg]

"Hm." Clyde grunted quietly as pulled Parker into him. The younger rookie mashed into chest without any resistance as he hiked her up into a hug where her thighs hugged his hips. He chuckled inwardly at the soft yelp she gave, it awakened something that made him want to bully her more. He held her up, her head resting against his shoulder. Clyde could almost get comfortable here carrying and bullying the cannuck.

Almost.

"Hnnngh!!" Clyde howled as he flexed his arms and put the brutal crush onto Parker, feeling her pained groans vibrate through her writhing, limp body as he watched her eyes flutter while he crushed her. It was payback for that earlier scissor sleeper that had nearly put him out. With teeth grit, Clyde locked eyes with parker as he crushed her, squeezing and twisting her, feeling her hot breath against his ear sent a shiver down Clyde, another puling crush before he buried his face in Parker's bare shoulder, eliciting another primal groan before flexing again to wring her small back. He would have remained there had she not retaliated. He knew she was struggling, her legs kicked and pawed until as she clung to him with her legs and squeezed.

"GAAH!! DAMN!" Clyde's eyes practically sought the ceiling above. Parker's thighs clinched his already bruised and sore sides. The boy howled and trembled immediately, turning his head into her shoulder blade he seethed before trying to twist the two of them back to the center of the ring with Clyde suddenly dropping to his knees in hopes of giving Parker a very stiff spinebuster to rattle the rookie before she hurt him any further!

[Parker]

Parker’s fingers dug into Clyde’s shoulder and the swell of his bicep, her forehead pressed hard into his other shoulder as she writhed in his grip. Every breath came in ragged bursts, her body squirming against his flexing muscles, sweat-slick skin sliding over his as he cinched her tighter.

"L-let go!" Her legs clamped around his waist, thighs squeezing with everything she had, but the angle was wrong, so was the extension of her legs, she couldn’t torque her hips the way she had earlier. The pressure was there, biting into his ribs, but it lacked the venom of her scissors from before. She hissed against his collarbone, desperate, her chest rising and falling in frantic rhythm as she tried to make him loosen his grip.

When he dragged them both away from the corner, her body bounced with each step, carried along for the ride in his arms, her thighs still locked but powerless to stop him. She groaned low in her throat, clutching tighter to his shoulder, nails biting faint crescents into his skin as he twisted them back toward the center of the ring.

And then, impact.

Clyde dropped, driving her down with a thunderous spinebuster. Parker’s back slammed against the mat, the sound echoing through the arena as her body bowed in agony. Her legs flew loose from his hips, arms splaying wide as a sharp cry tore out of her. For a moment she lay there spread beneath him, her chest heaving, eyes squeezed shut, pain written plain across her face as the sting of the slam rippled up her spine.