Drink or Die! (For Tatyina)

"Yea? Well my Grandmomma Gastin, hits harder than you!" Clyde said rubbing his stomach then getting back up to his feet.

"See? That's whatcha get for getting cocky with a guy whose got a bigger cooch than you! Hahaha... But we'll compare later!" Taunted Clyde to his downed opponent before reaching for Duffy's tanktop and pulling her up on her feet and placing her head between his legs to prepare for a piledriver.

"Im sorry about using this kinda move on ya... But you're a tough gal! You can take it right?" Said Clyde while running his fingers on Duffy's stomach, trying to tickle her before going to lift her for the piledriver.

Unless Duffy some how stopped Clyde, she would take the piledriver head-on, and be driven to the mat.

Duffy snarled at Clyde's words. Taunting her after one hit? She'd show him. She was almost greatful to be hauled up by the tank top, even though it probably gave Clyde a nice view.

She huffed with her head in his crotch but smiled as his hand went to her stomach. "Nae, laddy...' She mumbled as she reached to grab his wrist and yank on it. If she could, then she would reach for his leg with her other hand and try and flip him over her and onto his back.

Clyde thought he could end the fight quickly or at least weaken Duffy with his Piledriver. He didn't see her plan go into motion until it was too late.

"The Hell!?" Clyde said as he was caught off guard by her sudden reversal, yanking his grip on her away before flipping him over her. "Aww Shit!!!" Clyde cried out as he was flipped over and landed on his back.

His fall wasn't a very rough one so he wasn't hurt that bad. Still Clyde was a bit shook up, he then tried get back up on his feet before Duffy could get him.

Duffy sloppily got to her feet asshe tossed Clyde, hoping to fling herself at him while he was standing and wrap one arm around his waist while the other would try to throw punches into his stomach.

Clyde was starting to wish he worked out more on his abs instead of drinking so much, because Duffy was sending her fists right into his gut. "Ooof!" He coughed as Duffy held onto his waist and smashed away at his stomach.

"...Sure are an Agressive lil thang aren't ya!? Well guess I can't be a gentleman forever..." Clyde said quickly under his breath before lifting up his knee towards Duffy's gut. If Clyde's attack connected he would throw an Uppercut right under Duffy's jaw.

"Pisser on yer gentleman!" Duffy snapped as the knee slammed into her gut. WShe let out a grunt and grabbed onto it. "A'n nae fuckin' prissy lady ye tosser!" She said Aas Clyde's fist slammed into her jaw. Her grip loosened but she buried her head in Clyde's though and opened her mouth to bite down and push away to hopefully send him to the mat and give her time to collect her self. "Ye better start gettin a little dirtier if ye wanna have a sniff at winnin, laddie."

"Aghhhhhh!!!! SonovaBITCH!!!" Clyde Cried out as Duffy bit his thigh. Indeed that was one move he wasn't expecting from her and he really did pay for it. He also didnt wanna admit that he was a bit scared of her when she began to bite him.

"For Christ Sakes! I knew that One Girl was a Vampire but I didn't expect you to be!!!" Clyde said rubbing his bite mark before getting up on his feet with a determined look fixated on Duffy.

"Alrightly then Missy... You want Ol' Clyde to get down and dirty!? Clyde's gonna git Down and Dirty!!!" Yelled out Clyde before he reached into his trousers and pulled out a dented can of Japanese Beer, that he then shook up before opening it to spray it's contents in Duffy's face. If he was able to Blind Duffy, Clyde would toss to the empty beer can at Duffy's head and tackle her to the ground, where he would slither behind her to lock in a chokehold.

Duffy p[ulled away panting. "'The fuck ye runnin yer gob 'bout?" She said as she looked at him curiously. The Scot watched as Clyde opened his beer , smirking at the thought of seeing him chug it down. But then, she saw him do something unforgivable. As the foam blinded her, she reeled and was tackled to the ground.

The beercan was an afterthought, but she couldn't help it as Clyde put her in a chockehold. She grunted as she tugged at his arms. "Daft... twat.." She grunted. "Spillin... ale... unforgivable..."

"Gotcha!" Clyde grinned as locked the chokehold on Duffy, as an effort to restrain her.

"Ya damn right it was unforgivable! That was good beer! Hot Beer... But Good Beer none the less!" Clyde excalimed with some regret and sadness.

Still Clyde couldn't help but notice the traces of beer all over Duffy, earning a devilish grin from the brawler. "Speaking of which... Ya got some on your cheek. Don't worry I'll clean it!" Exclaimed Clyde before he began to trace his tounge along the beer coated cheek of Duffy intending to not only please himself but to also tease her.

Duffy wriggled in the hold as she tried to keep her breath. "Tch." She spat as he mocked her sentiment. As Clyde leaned forward to try and lick the beer off her cheek, she waited until a few moments after the tongue hit her cheek and snapped her hand forward to try and shove her fist in his mouth and grab hold of his tongue.