Down at the Pub With Some Mates Watchin Wrasslin'

Jocelyn set her large bag down on the bar and looked at the bartender. Ever since Allison had cast her away and she had subsequently beaten Bonnie and then got knocked out, she had left AFW and Japan. She needed a reprieve and she went home, back to Australia, of all places. She hated the place. No, that wasn't true. she LOVED the place. She hated the man who occupied it. Things... didn't seem to change. When she got home, she had shown up without warning. Everything was great and her and her mom got to spend some time together. She got to meet her baby sister and it felt like maybe she should come back to stay after all.

Then, Daddy dearest came home. They screamed at each other until their voices were raw but Jocelyn never backed down. she was tired of being berated for who she was, especially when who she was had existed almost exclusively to try and earn something from him. She knew that she'd never get respect, but maybe some love? Maybe a hug? She didn't know. She stayed though and fought every day. She made sure to rub her life in his face as much as he rubbed his disappointment in hers. It was unhealthy but surprisingly liberating. She was glad to see her mother and sister and, in the end, that had made her happy. Coming to Japan had made her happy. Allison had made her happy. She might have been a petulant, spiteful girl, but... there WERE things that made her happy. Maybe the struggle made her happy? She didn't think too hard on it. Whatever it was, she was going to grab that and never let go. She was already like that, she just needed some direction and going home had cleared her head of some of the fog.

She had come back to find that Allison was in another match with Bonnie Gastin. A match she definitely wanted a front row seat for. Unfortunately, when she got to the arena, she was told that she wasn't allowed in. Normally, she might have thrown a fit, but she stopped. It didn't matter if she was there DURING the match. She knew what she was going to do. She simply went to the nearby AFW bar and there she was.

She opened her mouth to speak and stopped. She then smiled and looked at the bartender. "Fosters." She said and eased onto the bar stool.

Jocelyn could be a stunning girl when she wanted to be. She had learned from one of the best how to maintain a proper look and keep herself quite attractive. Tonight was most certainly one of those nights. She was in an elegant pearl cheongsam with a golden embroidery reflecting off the lights. Her eyeshadow was smokey and her lipstick bright and quite noticeable. Her hair was perfectly spiked and she had gone in for a manicure earlier in the day. Although she kept her fingernails short, they still looked immaculate and had glossy look to them. It was a fine contrast to the rather blue collar beer she was about to quaff. She had done it purposefully, and even her usually thick Australian accent seemed forcefully toned back, even with the single word she uttered.

Her almond eyes focused on the television as the broadcasters began to speak about the upcoming match. Mercy Wrenn, the Talent Relation's director's pink haired puppet was already in the ring and was the acting zebra for the match. Jocelyn smirked as the Australian brew was set in front of her and she took a long, cool drink. She could only wonder how THAT ended up happening.

These days, Clyde felt like hell. He was far from his usual self and miserable was an understatement. But few seemed to notice, the ring was his sanctuary and fighting always blocked out the reminder that he had lost the woman he loved. On camera he hadn't changed but behind the scenes he was so lost and couldn't stop thinking about her and the woman who had so gleefully taunted him with a horrible video.

But being a little stronger and wiser than he originally was, he wasn't going out drinking himself dead or picking fights. He'd continue on without her, for knew he had to be there for another woman he loved dearly, his sister, Bonnie, was now having her rematch with their most hated enemy, Allison Watson. And he was going to be there for her.

And his dear Mercy Wrenn was the referee. He wasn't thrilled about either thing, but he supported Bonnie and wanted her to succeed, win, and put an end to this horrible feud that had caused so much misery. He was here to support Bonnie all the way and thus, went to the nearest bar to the Friction arena to watch the match and maybe have a decent time for once. He needed a good time.

But heaven forbid things went bad, Clyde was only a street away from rushing into the arena to help Bonnie.

Even with Mercy gone, Clyde still cleaned up. He didn't know why he kept doing it. Maybe he just liked looking like a real success. He was a looker before, but now he took more care of himself. Bearing, a neat, faint stubble. His shaggy hair was trimmed neatly, keeping the length but having the bangs shortened and combed to the side to not interfere with his vision during matches. And of course, he dressed the part, wearing a slim, black pinstripe three piece suit that looked a little tight but was actually just well fitted, accentuating his toned physique. Under it was a neatly buttoned black vest, white dress shirt and a vibrant turquoise tie with matching slim black slacks. He always looked classy these days, even if he didn't feel like it as much anymore.

He didn't' bother much with looking around the bar when he got inside. He was way too busy thinking about the match that just so happened to involve the three most important women in his life. He wasn't the biggest fan of it. But he'd be looking back at this with a bright smile if Bonnie came through, kicked Allison's butt and came home safe and sound, putting this all behind them.

"Yibesu." Clyde told the bartender as he pulled up into a stool at the bar, the closet one to the TV, with one stool between him and a Asian woman he caught a glance at, giving a polite, maybe even somewhat shy smile at the attractive woman that he barely looked at, before getting his beer to take a nice swig.

He looked up to see Mercy in the ring, clad in her cute ref outfit. Clyde sighed and smiled lightly at the sight of her before shaking his head as if getting a joke that only he heard.

Jocelyn was content to watch the fight until it was time to go. She fully assumed the match to go poorly for Bonnie but she didn't care about that. She sipped her beer and waited until right nearby sat rather odd looking gentleman.

Jocelyn only stood out for her beauty. In the world of Japan, she could definitely blend in with the locals and, even if this bar cartered towards the AFW rwrestlers, maybe because it did, Jocelyn could pick one of them out a mile away. Especially yokles like Clyde Gastin. It wasn't a face she could forget too easily, considering the run ins she'd had tagging along with Allison so far.

However, she was honestly shocked when the guy smiled at her. Was this REALLY the neanderthal that was giving Allison so much trouble? She shrugged and played it cool for the moment. She really wasn't interestded in him right now. She had come here for one thing and Clyde wasn't it. She took another sip of her Fosters as she glanced up at the television and watched things begin to unfold.

Clyde took another drink as Allison made her entrance. He scoffed bitterly at the sight of her, if he was in the arena he'd probably be looking at Mercy in that uniform rather than this tall, blonde, hip swaying... "Ugh." He took another drink like it could wash down the mental flashes of Mercy and Allison... naked together. The memory was infuriating and Clyde felt dirty having any brief moment thinking about the skanky brit in such a way. Sometimes he hated having a man's mind.

"Boooo..." Clyde jeered from his seat as Allison's named was announced, about to take another drink as he heard muse play, thinking nothing of it until he looked up and-

Clyde nearly spat out his drink but quickly swallowed it in a hasty gulp before gasping out: "B-Bonnie!?" He exclaimed at the sight of his sister, who looked nothing at all like herself! Thus Clyde was left wide jawed as he stared at the TV.

"...Holy crap..."

Jocelyn's cheeks flushed a bit when Allison came on the screen. She looked ravishing, as always, but Jocelyn leaned back. Jocelyn looked ravishing too and this time she wasn't going to compare herself.

However, when Bonnie came down the ramp, Jocelyn's eyes widened. "Crickey..." She said and turned her head, watching out of the corner of her eyes. She had NO idea how the dirty Texan that she had beat the crap out of ended up like THAT, but it HAD to have been funny. Her eyes turned and looked at Clyde. The boy had obviously wanted Allison and there was no doubt that Bonnie and Clyde had some gross incest thing going on. Clyde was probably popping a boner as they spoke. The thought amused her. Bonnie's ridiculous attempt to look anything like Allison amused her and she laughed loudly at the television before she took another drink.

"...This is... Weird..." Clyde muttered with a hint of red on his face while looking at Bonnie all prettied up. She didn't even LOOK like Bonnie, she looked like Allison! Or just someone else entirely. Now he was staring at TWO Allison's and Mercy!?!!?

He wasn't even drunk yet and but he was wondering if he had anything before coming here. Right now everything was just so surreal and-

He heard someone speak behind him and say 'Crickey' in an accent all too familiar. He narrowed his eyes and gripped his beer before turning sharply, expecting the tomboyish Jocelyn to be right there behind him... Well he got one part of that right. He'd see Jocelyn, but not at first, barely recognizing this obviously attractive woman before realizing just who the hell she was!

"...J-....Jocelyn?" Clyde muttered in disbelief, almost forgetting the fighter that he had been associated with, letting his eyes get a scan of her in that pearl cheongsam with the alluring smokey eyeshadow, bright lip stick and perfectly spiked hair. She looked hot! For once.

"Jesus... Has everybody been drinkin' Allison's Kool-Aid or sumthin'!?" Allison had boned his Ex, influenced Bonnie enough to dress like her and even had her old flame Jocelyn pretty herself up!

Jocelyn resisted the urge to scowl when Clyde finally turned around. Easy enough considering his own reaction to her almost made her laugh again. She just smiled coolly.

"What are you talking about?" Her accent was surpressed a bit, lacking the usual thick, Australian drawl.

Clyde gave her one last look before frowning deeply towards her cool smile, noting her absent accent. Now she didn't talk as funny.

"Nuthin." He said being rather cautious with her. "Just didn't recognize ya." He muttered, giving her another look. He assumed she didn't have any plans to run to the arena after the match if she had taken the time to look like that. It put him at ease.

"I am a girl, ya know." She said, though her tone was not riddled with anger. "So your sis finally got some decent taste." She added and then took a drink. "She looks good." She said honestly. "Not gonna change the outcome, but she'll look hot while gettin her face pounded in." She said, her accent slipping a bit. That part was still quite tough to reign in.

"Ain't gotta tell me twice." He added while keeping his gaze fixed on the t.v. Wishing the camera would have a fixed position on all 3 in the ring though Clyde found himself grimacing as Mercy padded down Allison. He frowned deeply But snapped out of it when Jocelyn addressed Bonnie, he turned around to face her, hearing her expectations for the bout.

"Funny, I was gonna say the same about Allison once Bonnie gets ahold of her." He said with a confident smirk, giving Jocelyn another look before he spoke.

"This time nobody hit her with a chair from behind. She ain't gon be easy." He said factually, directing the comment towards her