Drink or Die! (For Tatyina)

"Mmm-ALLLLLLEEHHH!!" Clyde Cried out as Duffy gave a quick headbutt to Clyde's forehead and forcefully grabbed his tounge from inside his mouth. Causing Clyde to Release Duffy from the chokehold.

"Alleehhh!! Lhet Meh Go!!!" Clyde winced not liking the tough grip on his tounge, He was now at the mercy of the Scottish Brawler.

Duffy tried to pull Clyde up by the tongue to a standing position. "Keep th' ol licker in yer gob fer now, boy-o." She said and aimed a punch to his stomach, letting go of his tongue at the last minute. She then made a V sign and brought it to her lips, and stuck her tongue out. She then grinned. 'Gonna take a lot more an that 'ere A let ye anywhere near me in that way, laddie."

"Ooof!" Coughed Clyde as staggard back from Duffy's punch however he was able to shake it off quite easily. He then inspected his tounge for a moment before looking back to Duffy.

"Trust me babe, I tried... But how can I resist a woman coverd in beer?" Said Clyde with a grin on his face as he watched Duffy give her gesture to him. "Yea... She's A keeper...". Clyde Thought to himself.

"Gonna take more eh? Thats just fine with me... I got all night to bust your bronco." Clyde said with a chuckle before casually stepping towards the center of the gym ring, he then put up his guard up and waited for Duffy to make the next move.

"Come on Braveheart... Show daddy watcha got."

"Aye..." She said as she looked over Clyde. "A hurt meself worse when a fall off me stool at th' pub." She said as she brought her fists up. She then fgrinned at his next words.

"Nae. Get it through yer skull. Duff tops, ye tosser. Fuckin er fightin, A'm the one who rides, ye ken?"

Duffy then charged forward and aimed a flurry of punches at Clyde's head.

"Yea... You do look like a lady who'd be on top... That's good though, those are my favorite kinda girls!" Clyde said with a pervy grin as he kept his arms up waiting for Duffy to strike.

As Duffy Charged foreward and began her barrage of punches; Clyde brought up his guard to protect himself. Still some of her punches were getting through and hurting him a bit, but Clyde would try and stay like this till he found an opening and give Duffy an Eye Poke.

Duffy was swinging for the fences with her barrage ogf punches, wanting nothing short of knocking Clyde unconscious as she swung. Unfortunately, it left her open for the eye poke. She cried out when her eye was stabbed and covered her eye, an uncontrollable stream of tears, escaping from the hand covering her mouth. "Shite!" She growlled angrily as she stepped back. "Ye fight like a fuckin Irish cunt..."

Clyde cringed a bit seeing Duffy step back in pain and start to cry, indeed Clyde did what he need to do to win, but he couldnt help but feel a bit bad. "Maybe I went to far...?" Clyde asked himself as watched the girl back up in pain. Clyde eventually shook off the remose once Duffy tried insulting him.

"No! ... I Fight Like a Texan Cunt!!!" Clyde excalimed loud and proud with no sense of shame before aiming a kick to Duffy's gut.

If that worked Clyde would turn his back to Duffy and grab her head from behind to bring her chin down hard on his shoulder to execute a "Stunner".

Duffy was too stunned to react to what Clyde was doing and coughed at the gut kick. She moaned, dazed as the stunner hit her, barely able to move. "Shite..." She muttered.

"Oooh! Damn! You took that one hard!" Clyde said looking down at Duffy, loving the fact that he put her down like that with a move he wasn't sure was even going to work.

"So they teach ya moves like these in Wales?" Clyde taunting the SCOT as he approched her and began to grab her legs and lock her into a Sharpshooter Submission hold.

Duffy moaned as she laid on the floor. Clyde's quick mobes really stunned her. She was dazed enough to be put in the sharpshooter until she heard his words. Her eyes snapped open and reach reached out to squeeze his balls hard. "You sayin A'm a sheep fucker?!" She growled angrily.