How the West Was Won

"Ngh!"

Belle dumped Clyde onto the bed of her luxurious Omega Hotel room. It had been tough dragging the Texan to the elevators but she had managed. After she pulled the key card from her cleavage, she set Clyde onto the bed and then inspected him. He had been pretty battered and bruised by Carmen and Belle frowned.

She needed to make sure he wasn't seriously injured but before she did that, she needed to make sure that he didn't run away. Belle had come with a plan, though, and she took a pair of handcuffs she had brought with her and snapped it around one of Clyde's wrists. The other end snapped around the bed post. Once that was finished, she tended to the wounds, cleaning the cuts and trying to do her best to make sure there was nothing seriously wrong with him. She'd have to make sure he saw a doctor but...

Belle bit her lip as Clyde rested there so peacefully. She knew he'd leave as soon as he saw her. Her fingers slipped through his blonde hair and she leaned over, kissing his forehead softly. She then made a face and stuck out her tongue. "Yuck, salty!" She said and then laughed. "You need a shower, Clyde!" She laughed and then looked down at her chest, where a soft sheen of sweat was coating her ample bosom.

"Me too!" She said aloud and then  pulled off her casino girl outfit, leaving her in tight miniskirt and lacy black bra. She rummaged through the suitcase nearby and fished out some clothes for herself and then slipped inside the bathroom. She turned the water on, finished stripping down and then slipped into the hot shower, sighing pleasantly as the hot water pelted her.

Clyde flopped on the bed sprawled out and was easy pickings for the cowgirl. He wasn't going anywhere and didn't struggle one bit as he was handcuffed to the bedpost.

The cowboy was weary but eventually he stirred. "Uh...Nh..." His jaw ached and his head was still ringing, the last thing he remembered was...

"Huh!" Clyde's head perked up frantically, trying to get up instantly but merely jerked forward since he was cuffed to the bed. His eyes widened with confusion, looking around the lavish hotel frantically, looking for Carmen or Army... When it finally settled in that he had most likely lost the fight after that last punch.

When it hit him, Clyde eased onto the bed and slumped against the post with his head down. He had lost his chance at the only gold he was probably ever going to have at this rate. And he betrayed himself to boot.

He sighed deeply, lowering his head, feeling defeated. The next time he saw Mercy, he wanted to be a two time 24/7 champion. He felt inadequate and bitter. He couldn't defeat Carmen, and yet he wondered how much of that attributed to the way Carmen let her brother attack him... That's what it looked like. She just watched while that oaf went to assault him.

And now here was handcuffed in a strangers hotel, sore and beat up all over. "F-Fuck..." He muttered, hearing his captor taking a shower. Clyde's will was damaged but he didn't want to sit around, he started to squirm and look around for a way to escape these cuffs before the person came back... Whoever they were.

Belle took her time with the shower, but as she scrubbed herself down, she made sure to keep an ear open for any rattlings and rumblings coming from inside the room. Once she was pretty sure that she had heard Clyde begin to stir, she washed the soap off her, turned the water off and then opened the shower stall.

After padding off the water, Belle threw on a XL Oklahoma University shirt and a pair of red, tight fitting shorts with white piping on the sides. After wrapping a towel around her hair, she strolled out to the hotel room and stood where Clyde could see her with a big, bright grin on her face. She set her hands on her hips cleared her throat.

"Ahem. Clyyyde." She chirped. "I'm sorry I had ta cuff ya down, but we both know you'da scampered off if I hadn't. Don't worry, if yer a good boy, I'll consider lettin ya go." She then strolled forward and stopped at the foot of the bed.

"But... how're ya feelin?" She asked, tilting her head. "I was worried that Carmen knocked ya silly. I would feel bad if ya had a concussion." She said frowning. "But, I kinda learned ta keep an eye out for em, ya know?"

Belle spoke casually and bent over, opening the mini fridge as she grabbed some water and held it out for Clyde. "You should drink some water. I'd give ya a cold one buuut." Belle giggled. "Well, I can order some room service if yer hungry too!" She chirped.

Clyde picked his head up when the shower room door opened up and there stepped out.... Belle B. Barker....  Clyde furrowed his brow as his eyes drooped, cheeks partially flushed, but otherwise he was visibly annoyed.

"Belle." He said dryly while tugging on his cuffs.

"I feel like a two-hundred pound Puerto Rican and his tall ass sister both punched the shit outta me." He grumbled. "I feel shitty. Title-less." He admitted bitterly, saying nothing for a moment until Belle offered the water.

He looked at her cautiously for a moment before extending his hand to accept the bottle. "...You can uncuff me if you want. I wouldn't run from ya anyway..." He said in an aloof manner, his jovial nature down the drain along his hopes to make it big again.

Belle's eyes lit up at Clyde's words and her cheeks flushed. Despite how Clyde probably meant what he said, Belle took it a different way and slipped around to where the cuffs were.

"Oh, Clyde, yer such a darlin." She said and leaned in, softly caressing his cheek before she ruffled his head and looked at the cuffs. "Yer right, how rude a me." She said and dipped her head in a brief apology.

She grabbed the key on the nearby table and began to undo the cuffs. "It's not like yer in any position ta scamper off or fight back anyway." She said and turned her head enough to grin wickedly at Clyde.

She pulled off the cuffs and then let them twirl on her finger while she stepped back. She then slipped the cuffs into her back pocket and crossed her arms under her chest, pressing her foot into the bed as she looked over Clyde.

"So, how's yer head?" Belle asked then paused. "I mean..." Belle chewed on her lip. "I don't really get it though, Clyde. How could ya lose ta that gal? I mean, even after what I done fer ya?" There was some disappointment in Belle's eyes as she frowned, like Clyde had broken a promise to her that he didn't even know he made.

Clyde rolled his eyes and shifted his face away when Belle stroked his cheek, though he did note how nice she was to at least apologize. Maybe Belle was pretty crazy but sh wasn't that bad either. She wasn't Allison.

Though her words on his helpless made him look at her wearily. But he let it go as his wrist was freed, rubbing his wrist while eyeing her carefully, cautiously.

He scoffed. "I dunno." He said bitterly. "I never asked for yer help anyway, ya know? And Carmen's a good fighter. You can't discredit her." He said firmly.

"I didn't exactly do it ta help ya, Clyde." Belle said, coolly looking at the Texan. "I was fully intendin ta take her title fer myself." Belle puffed out her chest. "I'll get it one day though." She said proudly. "But I thought it would be nice. if I had it, then you'd have ta come after me and maybe if I wore her down and you got it, well..." Belle laughed.

She sat in the chair near Clyde. "It's ok, I think it all worked out in the end, more or less." Belle shrugged. "At least I made sure that bitch of a brother a hers didn't tip the scales in her favor. That's pretty dirty." Belle said and lifted her head up as if she smelled something awful. "But still...." Belle sighed. "I know ya worked hard, Clyde but... I really, really thought ya were gonna pull it off." She said with a frown. "Is there somethin else ya want?" Belle asked. "I can order room service if yer hungry. Or..." She perked up. "If ya wanna hop in the shower I could scrub ya nice and clean." She said with a wide grin and a gleam in her eye.

Clyde looked at Belle with clear confusion. She wasn't trying to help him? Her reasoning made him roll his eyes.

He scoffed however at the mention of Army. "He's a real rotten sumbitch." Said the cowboy, thinking back to how he busted a bottle over his head. Honestly he felt lucky about that whole fight, Army was bigger and much stronger and once again Clyde made it out alive.

"Ya know it's not like I laid down, Missy." Clyde quipped dryly before waving off Belle and ultimately shaking his head at her sternly before sighing out deeply, turning to face Belle.

"Let's get somethin' straight real quick..... So you weren't out ta watch my back after all?"

"Oh, I'm always watchin yer back, Clyde." Belle said with a sly grin. "But I didn't know Army was gonna jump ya when I jumped Carmen and I wasn't exaaaactly JUST doin it ta help ya out." She paused and pressed a finger to her lips.

"If I told ya that I didn't think ya could win without help or I told ya, I wanted that title so you could fight me fer it instead, what would be better?" She asked. "I was rootin for ya, Clyde!" Belle chirped. "I was hopin you'd win but still, it woulda been better if I'd a came back up that elevator instead a Carmen." She assured, waving her hand at Clyde.

"I know ya did yer best Clyde." She said and smiled. "That's part of the reason why I brought ya here. I thought maybe I could, ya know, cheer ya up. Ya deserve it after such a hard fight!"

Clyde suddenly eyed Belle with contempt. He didn't know if Carmen let Army attack him, he didn't know if he should feel glad that Belle had his back... But what he did know about Belle wasn't good at all.

"Handcuffin' me ain't my idea of relaxation, missy." He said sternly. "I know its the 24/7 title. But that fight was for me and Carmen and I was gonna..." He bit his lip and shook his head and disgust.

"I'm... So sick of gettin' jumped and watchin' others get jumped too... Nobody fights straight up no more!" He grit his teeth as clinched his fists tightly. His fight with Carmen was so messy it was just a farcry from the bought they had in the ring when they first met. He didn't know what to think anymore, he just knew everyone in AFW, from Melissa, to Allison, to Army, King, to the Roses, to Belle... They all just pissed him off. At the same time, he didn't even know if he was main event material anymore. If he ever was.

"I'm done. I'm outta here." He pushed off the bed and stood up on wobbly feet, putting his hand on the wall as he went to stagger towards the door.