Clyde Gastin Vs. Parker Ward

[Rawg]

Clyde and Parker had mixed cries echoing through the arena, hot traded breaths and desperate primal clinches with Clyde seething from Parker's fingers and nails biting into his bare, sweat slick torso before he drove himself but moreso the rookie into the mat with a booming drop a modified spinebuster where Clyde saw the young, brunette arch off the canvas with a bounce before she settled in a sprawled out heap underneath him.

"Uhhh..." Clyde withdrew himself from Parker's body, peeling himself off her, sweaty skin taking a second to separate before Clyde sat up and looked down at his heaving opponent, winded, mouth agape with a cry of pain as her chest heaved up and down. He had laid her out.

"Ref..." Clyde called over as he adjusted over Parker, getting from between her legs to laying across her, stomach to stomach while his hand went to gather her upper leg behind the knee to hook her leg up.

"C-Count her out!" Clyde declared and then leaned down onto Parker's, softly breathing agianst her abdomen as he awaited the pinfall. She looked too crushed and spent to continue.

[Parker]

Parker lay spread beneath Clyde, chest rising and falling in shallow, shaky bursts. One of her legs was hoisted high, the black sheen of her leggings catching the overhead lights with each little tremor that ran down her thigh. Her arms shifted weakly at her sides, palms brushing against the mat as she drew in quiet, uneven breaths.

The referee dropped into position. “One!”

Parker’s eyes fluttered, half-lidded, her body still pressed down tight beneath Clyde’s weight. His breath ghosted warm against her stomach, every second in that pin feeling like an eternity.

“Two!”

Her brow furrowed, her chest jolting with a louder gasp. She knew she couldn’t let it end here, not like this. With a sharp cry, Parker twisted hard, bucking her hips and snapping her shoulder off the mat. Her trapped leg kicked against Clyde’s arm, the sudden surge breaking the pin just before the third slap could land.

The crowd roared as she slumped back, still beneath him but alive in the fight, every precious second she had bought giving her body a chance to gather itself again.

[Rawg]

Clyde panted over Parker, his cheek turned into her abdomen as he felt her shallow shaky breaths that would make her core rise and fall. The boy shut his eyes as he heard the ref slap the mat, once, twice...

“Two!”

And then Clyde a guttural cry Parker as she twisted and bucked, knocking Clyde off of her and back onto his butt, where he looked up at the ref and held up three fingers.

"Two!" She said and Clyde's hands went to his hair as the ref crowd roared, Clyde looked down at the heaving rookie and couldn't believe it. She was still in the fight!

"Damn girl... Yer plenty tough..." Clyde said, breathing hard in his own right as he stood up but not before gathering up Parker up into a seated position from hands on her shoulders then trying to grab her wrist and gather her up to her feet until the two were toe to toe with Clyde face to face with the Canadian rookie.

"...Still with me? I hope you know our fight ain't over yet." Clyde whispered to her Parker before pulling back on that wrist he had of her and trying to whip her into a a far corner !

Mustering energy, Clyde looked down at his feet, breathed deep and then sprinted after Parker hoping to take flight and leap at her and crush her in the corner with a big stinger splash against the turnbuckle.

[Parker]

"Thanks..." She croaked as Clyde peeled himself off her. Parker’s body was sluggish as Clyde pulled her up, her head lolling for a moment before she blinked hard, trying to clear the haze. Her legs wobbled under her, the rookie stumbling as he wrenched her by the wrist and hurled her toward the far corner.

"Uhn!" She hit hard, her back smacking against the turnbuckles, arms draping over the top rope to keep herself upright. Her chest rose and fell in long, uneven heaves, sweat streaking down her flushed face as she sagged there, clinging to the ropes like a lifeline.

Then Clyde came charging in.

The crowd roared as he launched himself at her, but Parker’s instincts kicked in at the last second. With a desperate grunt, she yanked herself sideways along the ropes, pulling her body out of the corner just as he slammed chest-first into the buckles.

Seizing her chance, Parker spun back toward him, her hands grabbing at his shoulders as she leapt up. Her knees shot between his shoulder blades, and with a ragged cry she dropped backward, trying to drag him down across her legs in a stiff double-knee backbreaker.

“HHhnnghh!”

The impact would be hard on them both, but Clyde had the worse end of it as she would dig her knees in, forcing the two of them to roll with their momentum until she had flipped him onto his front. Back-to-back on the mat, her legs shooting out to the side. Her hands clawed forward, clamping down across his face. With a guttural yell, she wrenched backward, bridging her body tight to crank Clyde’s head and neck in a vicious crossface.

[Rawg]

Clyde leaped at Parker. Full speed with the intent to crush and got a chest full of nothing but turnbuckle as he sailed through the air towards the battered and sagging rookie who leaped out of the way at the last second!

"GUH!!" Clyde hit the top pad hard! Chest first and nearly toppling over the ropes before he stumbled back, holding his chest as he winced from the sharp pain just as Parker swooped in, hands at his shoulders. Clyde's eyes widened and he flailed to grab the ropes as he was dragged down into Parker's awaiting knees!

"--PWUUHH!!" Spittle flew as the air was driven from Clyde, his head thrown back as his arms fell limp while his body curled around Parker's knees as the air was smashed from his body. The duo would tumble over with Clyde sent rolling and flipping onto his stomach with a wet, limp PLOP on the mat, his eyes were wide and no body was home as Parker latched onto him, clamped across his face and WRENCHED!

Clyde woke with a strained yell as his body was peeled and bent from the canvas!!

"AAAGHHH!!!!" Clyde howled, looking up at the ceiling as his neck and shoulder and arm were cranked brutally! Again, all he could was paw for the ropes while Parker's hands locked around his face! He could barely see!!"

[Parker]

Parker’s chest rose and fell in ragged heaves, her face slick with sweat as she wrenched back on the crossface. Her arms trembled from the effort, every muscle in her body screaming after the punishment she’d already taken, but she clamped down harder, desperate to wring every second of reprieve she could out of the hold.

Her back arched, teeth grit as she dragged Clyde’s head back, her own body sagging slightly from the strain. The ropes were right there, too close for comfort, and she could see Clyde’s hand stretching, pawing blindly for salvation.

“Ghh… not yet…!” she hissed under her breath, legs shooting out wider for leverage as she poured on the pressure, feeling his body twitch beneath hers. She tried to turn them away from the ropes little by little.

Leaning her cheek against his shoulder blade, Parker let out a breathy laugh between pained gasps. “Going the wrong way, Gastin… you must like being in my arms!”

Her words came out half-teasing, half-taunting, though there was no mistaking the rasp in her voice, the rookie’s own fatigue heavy in every syllable as she squeezed, grinding her teeth to hold Clyde back from those ropes for just a few seconds longer. If she was lucky he’d buy into her bluff and start crawling the wrong way

[Rawg]

Neck and Shoulders were brutally cranked. Clyde was writhing and gritting down as he felt like his upper body was being set ablaze. Drenched in sweat, he could feel his throbbing head compressed and clinched and it was enough to make him wonder if he was going to break. He couldnt help but release raspy drained cries of agony as he pawed for those ropes...!!

"H-Haahh!! Aaauuhhh!!" Clyde howled, desperate to survive as he shook with pain while Parker clung to him, feeling her sweaty heavy brown hair cling to his back as her cheek brushed against his shoulders where her voice tickled his ear with a breathy laugh. He would have shivered and turned red if he wasnt on the verge of being snapped.

That said... He was going to wrong way?

"Nhhh!! I... Do... But! Let's... Try again later! Aaaaauuuh!!" With every pause, blind Clyde pawed left to right for the ropes, he couldnt find any, he feared he wasnt getting closer and was going the other way but as Parker cranked back, he knew he was going to break. Clyde, feeling desperate, did a small pushup off the mat, then another, then a third harder and more aggressive one. "RRRAAHHH!!" With a mighty cry, despite the two tangled, he tried to force a roll and put himself ontop of Parker, the rookie herself, shoulders down on the mat in hopes to force a pin or relive the leverage of the crossface!

[Parker]

Parker tried to watch the ropes through the sweat dripping into her eyes, tugging hard on the crossface with every ounce of strength she had left. She could feel Clyde floundering, pawing at nothing, and a flicker of pride sparked in her chest, her bluff had worked just long enough to buy her those precious seconds of breath.

Her arms flexed tighter, veins rising as she yanked his head back further and further… too far.

“ONE!” the referee barked, palm slapping the mat.

Parker’s eyes widened. In her determination to wrench him down, she hadn’t realized she’d rolled herself into danger. “Gah!” she cried out, her body jolting as reality snapped in. She released the crossface in a hurry, kicking her legs out and twisting to shove them apart.

The rookie rolled onto her side, panting hard, an annoyed huff spilling from her lips as she pushed damp hair out of her face. Shoving at the canvas, she started to get her knees under her again, chest heaving as she shot Clyde a sharp glare through her exhaustion.
She’d gotten a breather, sure, but nearly got herself pinned in the process.

[Rawg]

Through the strain, through the agony, Clyde managed to go along with Parker's brutal tugs until the two rolled and Clyde had her pinned down under his body, managing to get a quick ONE count before Parker shoved the cowboy away and he flopped off of her onto the mat and immediately hugged his upper arm near the shoulder to nurse the unforgiving pulsing strain that was riding up his shoulder, arm and neck!

"Ggghh... Hhhhg...." Clyde seethed, gritting teeth as he pulled himself up via one arm with the ropes, his blonde hair covering his face as he was drenched in sweat, panting in hard, heavy huffs as he put his back to the ropes before slumping against that nearby corner that he had almost avoided.

"Uuuuh..." The blonde would groan, arms draped over the ropes, sagging there, sweaty, bruised and knotted up.

[Parker]

It hadn’t been the cleanest escape. In hindsight, she could’ve clung tighter, milked the count, drawn a few more precious seconds out of the hold before surrendering it. Greed would’ve been smarter. Instead, she let go too soon, and the sloppy break nagged at her as she caught her breath. Little moments like that reminded Parker just how green she still was. Timing, awareness, the instinct to squeeze every ounce from a situation. Those would come with miles in the ring. For now, all she could do was file the mistake away, try to steady the wild hammering of her chest after the pinfall scare that had caught her off guard.

Bracing a palm to the canvas, she pushed herself up to a knee and glanced across the ring. Clyde was hunched on the ropes, trying to shake off his own aches, and despite herself, a small chuckle slipped out. Her shoulders sagged, head dipping in something between exhaustion and amusement, before she let the air out in a breathless laugh. “Almost had you there. Quick thinking.” Her words came in fits between greedy gulps of air, but the praise was genuine, even if she was still sucking wind.

She forced herself upright with a low groan, spine twinging in protest as she straightened. Her boots shuffled back half a step, balance wavering before she locked it down. She didn’t advance, not yet. Rising was insurance, a precaution in case Clyde’s pride pushed him to rush her while she lingered on a knee. At least now, she could meet him on her feet. And maybe it was mercy, maybe just fatigue, but for the moment, she left him the space to recover. A truce, unspoken, as both of them stole what seconds they could.