Nothing Personal, Kid!

Clyde Gastin - Like a good dog, had been given orders by Abigail Le Grande to earn that rematch he desperately wanted with her. He had to get even, something inside of him was just quaking, begging to face her again. He had been humbled and beaten by the rookie. He had to face again. But to do so, he had to pay a visit to an old friend who had been encountered in quite sometime.

Clyde sighed. He didn't really have anything against Ryo at all. He thought he could get a little frisky but Clyde had no issue with him, this was all for Abigail.

With steel chair in hand, Clyde whistled and marched right into the Tension Men's locker room backstage to look for his target.

Deep in the Tension locker room, Ryo Kamiya was pulling on one of his signature speedos, this one a bright neon pink, with his name "Ryo" written on the front in white bedazzler bits. While he didn't have any matches schedule for today, he had been called in to film some promotional ads for the company, and they wanted him in uniform for it, which, in Ryo's case, meant wearing far less clothing.

Looking at a mirror he had taped to the inside of his locker, the cute teenager grabbed a comb and began fixing up his hair, whistlng happily to himself in complete ignorance of the world around him as he made himself look as pretty as he could before he had to get on camera!

Clyde didnt look around very long. He marched into the semi crowded men, or boys rooms, in this case and scanned very shortly before his eyes locked on a familiar Kamiya fixing his hair.

Clyde smirked and recalled their last encounter, back then Clyde was champion, now he was doing the bidding of a snappy young rookie he couldnt get out of his mind. With chair in hand, Clyde felt a little bad, he had no personal issue with Ryo.

On the otherhand... If he was Abigail's problem... Maybe he was Clyde's problem too? Clyde shook his head. He couldn't think like that!

"Hey Ryo!" Clyde called tot he speedo boy but didn't wait, whether he turned around or not wasn't clyde's problem, Clyde aimed his steel chair right for Ryo's torso to smack him good!

Ryo blinked as he heard his name called, in a familiar drawl no less, turning around to see a familiar blonde haired man, only just starting to recognize the man...before the hard edge of the steel chair was suddenly rammed hard right into Ryo's lower stomach, his chocolate brown eyes going wide as he bent over, all the air leaving his body as the nearly naked teen let out a loud "OOOOOOF!" of expulsion, pain exploding in his stomach as he fell to one knee, complerely in shock at the sudden attack!

“Sorry! Nothin personal, kid!” Clyde declared as he hit Ryo and dropped him. The blonde then raised the steel chair above his head like a sword and then slammed it down across the back of the last wrestle angel to hammer him into the floor!!

“Sorry!”