Heather vs. Clyde

Clyde Gastin appeard on the floor of the Girl's Dorm hallway with spilled can of Miller Lite. "Goddammit!!" He yelled at the now spilled can of beer. He looked up to see Heather Fox peaking from her door. "Uh, Hi! Oh Wait! Where am I? Do you have any Jack Daniels???"

"Lady I just got back from a match!!!" Clyde tried to stand himself up and after adjusting himself he managed to stay up right. He reached into his pants and pulled out a Cigarette and a Lighter. "But if you wanna wrestle than don't expect me to take it easy on you." He let out a puff from his newly lit Cig. "Hey... Wanna raise the Stakes!?" Clyde said with a dirty smile as he got closer to Heather.

Clyde just looked at Heather and her awkward positon before shaking his head to stop stariing. "No." Continuing to smoke his cig nonstop. "You'll get used to the smell as long as im here... Trust me!" He said with seemingly innocent playful smile.

"And the stakes... PRISIONOR OF WAR!" He said with a sly grin as he exhaled more smoke.

"Inviting me in already!? But we just met!" clyde put out his Cigarette and walked inside closing Heather's door. "I ani't no Submission fighter but I can be one if choose *Hic* Nice place you got here." Clyde said as he now stood 3 steps away from Heather in the center of her dorm.

Clyde in his slighty drunken state was trying to dodge Heather's oncoming attack, but her Feint threw him off balance causing him to trip and fall to the floor avoiding her kick. "Why so aggressive lady?" Clyde while on the floor attempted to slide foreward and grab heather's legs if he could do this he would be able to knock her down and prefrom a submission hold.