Clash Of The Drunken Titans (For Thatoneguy) Complete

"Gah Dammit Im Gonna Lose!!!" Clyde thought to himself as he tried his best to keep his pace constant and matched with Chelsea; however Clyde couldnt, and while He was still able to drink quite a bit very quickly; Chelsea was about to beat him by a mile as they reached the last few pitchers of beer on the table.

Clyde looked around and saw the crowd in the bar watching Chelsea, all of them expecting her to win as she guzzled down the alchohol like a sexy bottomless pit. Clyde couldnt take it; the fact he was gonna eat his words for all of his cocky rambling about how he was the best; he couldnt take the humiliation that would follow his failure due to his pride getting the best of him. Whether or not it was it the alchohol sinking into his system; Clyde just couldnt take it, he snapped.

"Shit...Im gonna lose! No! I ain't gonna lose like this!!!" Clyde thought to himself in a panic as he finished the current pitcher of beer he held before taking a step foreward and smacking Chelsea across the forehead with the empty glass pitcher.

"YES! I'm going to win another one!" Chelsea thought until she was smacked in the head with the empty pitcher, the rest of the beer in her mouth being swallowed from the impact. She coughed a bit and looked at Clyde, furious at what he just did. "OH YOU LITTLE BITCH!" She yelled out, smacking Clyde in the face with an empty pitcher.

She would then grab the back of his head by his hair and would start to punch at his face furiously.

Clyde honestly didnt really know what came over him. He rarely ever got so mad that went off and hit someone like that for no reason. He just stood there for a moment and blinked before muttering.

"Uhhh.... Geez... Im Sor-AGHHH!!!!" The glass pitcher wield by Chelsea was smashed right into Clyde's face, shattering upon impact.

Clyde fell back on the bar room floor, rubbing his eyes, He then yelled "YOU BITCH!!!" loud and clear to Chelsea, dispite being blinded; before he was hoisted back up by Chlesea as she forcefully grabbed by the back of his thick hair.

"Aghh...Hey..... Ahh!!!" Clyde cried out as his face was bashed in by Chelsea's fists, earning a bloody nose from Clyde after he took so many hits at the mercy of Chelsea Rivers.

Chelsea at this point was really pissed, pounding away at his face, and saw his nose bleeding, so she aimed a couple more punches to the nose before picking him up to headbutt him, and had started to bleed herself, getting her blood rushing down her face and had tossed him aside.

She would take a pool cue from somebody and would wait for Clyde to get up, so she could attempt to crack the pool cue on top of his skull.

Clyde let out a weak groan of pain as his face was pounded on mercilessly by Chelsea, who decided to put futher injury to his already bloodied nose; then finally she gave him that massive headbutt that knocked Clyde into a daze before being tossed away like a ragdoll.

He crawled on the floor weakly, he was still very dizzy and couldnt see much. He then reached around and felt the wooden legs of a nearby stool. Clyde gripped it in his hands, and although he couldnt see very well, he knew where Chelsea was.

Clyde wasted no time in waiting for Chelsea to attack first; Clyde quickly crawled back up to his feet and turned himself around before madly swinging the Wooden Stool upward at Chelsea's chin. The chair would most likely break if he hit Chelsea.

Chelsea had been hit hard with the barstool, and had stummbled back a little after getting hit and had fallen. She felt like she didn't know where she was for a bit, and shook her head, regaining her focus to stand up slowly with some help from a table. She would pick up the pool cue and would advance towards Clyde slowly, unaware of anything but this fight.

Clyde vision slightly returned to him after hitting Chelsea. Seeing that she was back up and ready to fight again with that Pool Cue; Clyde charged foreward trying to tackle Chelsea onto the Pool Table. If Clyde failed, he'd mostly likely be struck by the pool cue.

That plan had worked, as she was tackled up against the pool table and had dropped the pool cue. She would, however, take the cue ball and would start to bash it against Clyde's back.

"AGh! Damn you!" Grunted Clyde as he felt the Cue Ball being smashed against his back. Clyde then wrestled with Chelsea for a moment before pinning her arm that held the cue ball down with his left hand. Clyde then took his right arm and breifly got a feel up on Chelsea's left breast before quickly trying to smash his head down against her head on the table for a massive headbutt..

Chelsea had blushed a little as her breast was felt up, but then gasped as the headbutt connected against hers, her blood getting on Clyde's head. She would kick Clyde off of her and would attempt to kick Clyde in the ribs, aiming to really mess him up not.