The Tiger's Den

Unfortunately for Clyde he was doomed to be dissapointed as the only thing Zero was getting from the bathroom were some bandages and wet towels to treat Clyde's wounds. Wounds admitedly she had inflicted in the heat of the moment. Luckily the AFW staff provided lots of first aid equipment in the event of a sudden match, which Zero was starting learn happened a lot around here. Gathering up the necessary equipment, Zero walked into the room, just in time to see Clyde's pose.

Zero's eye twitched irritably. ".....what are you doing?" she asked in deadpan.

Clyde's head would droop down in dissapointment once he saw Zero, still in her T-shirt and Jeans along with First Aid Equipment, that made Clyde want to facepalm himself right there, if it wasnt for the towel that would bind his hands together.

Clyde would look at Zero with a nervous sweat, feeling oh so embarresed by the look on her face that made him feel like an even bigger fool than ever before.

"Ummm... J-Just Stretching!" He'd stammer before nervously laughing, thinking she wouldnt believe him. He was however surprised that Zero wasnt coming out with a leather whip or some other kind of outfit, instead she brought that first aid kit, a move that really surprised him.

"That cant be for me! That's not like her.... Is it?" Clyde would ponder to himself.

Zero's eyes narrowed dangerously on Clyde but said nothing more on the subject. Much as she wanted to hit Clyde with another Savate Kick she concluded that wouldn't be good for the Texan's recovery process. She made no comment as she approached the bed, pulled up a chair and sat at Clyde's bedside.

"Hold still," she commanded, bringing up the wet towel to Clyde's face. If the man did as asked Zero would start to wipe his face clean of the blood there, dabbing gently over the injured areas. Clyde's surprise at her actions were not lost on Zero. The cold and brutal way she defeated her opponants in the ring made people believe she was some kind of sadist, when nothing could be further from the truth. She was just very good at what she did.

Seeing Zero's eyes narrow at him only made the Texan more nervous, making him realize that as long as he was in Zero's lair, he had to watch what he said at all times.

"A-Alright" He stammerd, remaining still for Zero as she cleaned his bloodied mouth with a wet towel, licking his lips once she was done, happy to be rid of that bitter taste of blood along his busted lip.

"T-Thanks..." Clyde would say somberly, still in a bit of shock from Zero's actions. Just 20 minutes ago they were pounding eachothers brains out, and now this woman was caring for him; that was definetly something Clyde wasnt used to, he had tendency to get in massive bar fights back in Texas and would always return home a bloodied mess, and would spend the rest of the night cleaning himself up. However, this moment was diffrent, someone was actually taking care of his wounds for a change. It was a nice feeling to Clyde, yet also a bit scary when the one treating you is the same person who beat you to a pulp.

"Not that Im complaining... But why are ya doing this?"

Zero didn't realize just how hard she beat on Clyde until she started treating him, and aw there was a lot to clean up. She didn't mind though. She had made him this way she felt it was partialy her responsibility. Now that Clyde was basically clean she wiped him down with a dry towel, and then started to apply bandages.

She raised her head at Clyde when he asked why she was doing this. Zero tilted her head at him. "Why not?" she asked him in return. "I have you for the day....right? Why shouldn't I....take care of you?" As she said this Zero stuck a badaid over Clyde's nose.

Clyde couldnt help but blush a little as Zero wiped him down with the towel in her hands, feeling like such a child by the way she handeled him, not that he was complaining either.

Clyde would blink a bit as she answered him, the reply wasnt exactly what he wanted to hear since it wasnt much of an explaination, even though it did make sense. "Well there aint many who be doing this... Taking care of their prisoners I mean. And I honestly you wouldnt think you'd wanna take care of me of people; But I aint complaining!" he'd mutter to Zero before chuckleing a bit as he felt Zero's hands run over his nose as she applied the bandaid to him, which tickled the texan a bit.

"Sorry... Kinda Ticklish... You know you ain't sucha bad person after all missy, My appologies for being a dick eariler... It's my nature..."

Zero prepared another bandaid, sticking this one across the gash near Clyde's lips, and with that she was done. Well, she did the best she could at least, there was little she could do about the blood on Clyde's shirt for example. But as someone who had to clean up her own injuries in the past Zero had to admit she did a pretty good job. "Your nature?" Zero repeated dubiously. That was a pretty lame excuse in her opinion. "Change your nature," Zero said, like it was an order Clyde was forced to follow.

Zero would then unexpectely grab Clyde, and forcibly turn him over. This might alarm Clyde but all Zero was doing was removing the towel that bound his wrists together. Once it was off she tossed it aside, freeing Clyde from his binds. Then she sat back in her chair, and stared at the Texan with her bright yellow eyes. She did this for several seconds while not saying a word or moving a muscle. Then she suddenly said, "Give me a massage."

Clyde scoffed at her words toward his 'nature', finding the ability to do so impossible for him, thinking the woman didnt understand just who he was. He's Clyde Gastin, he was born a Dick. "Change? Pffft... Life wouldnt be no fun if I did!" Clyde would say, believing his words to be the absolute truth.

Clyde's eyes would then widen in surprise as Zero suddenly turned him over his stomach with her usual rough grip. "Damn she's frisky! Clyde thought to himself, being wise not to say anything that might upset Zero and earn him another Savate Kick. He'd later discover she was just removing the towel around his wrists which would free his little handcuff prison that he had been stuck in for quite sometime, though it didnt exactly hurt his wrists compared to real handcuffs, which he had experienced at least once in AFW and several times growing up in Texas.

Rubbing his freed wrists for a moment, Clyde would turn and see that Zero was stairing at him intensely with those big bright yellow eyes of hers, which kinda made the texan a bit uneasy. "Uh.... Yes?" He'd stammer, a bit intemidated before he was Commanded to give the woman a message. "Y-Yes Ma'am!" Clyde said happily as he cracked his knuckles and walked around behind Zero, before placing his hands on both of her shoulders, pressing his palms and fingers down firmly on the top of her shoulder blades, caressing them with a surprisingly strong touch against Zero muscular arms, as Clyde's fingers dug into her triceps with a firm grip that would gently caress her, while trying to remain careful and not do anything that could earn the woman's wrath.

"How's that?" He'd ask somberly, hoping she was pleased by his message. Just as he said that, Clyde began to think of the situation he was in, and would soon realize that He Was The Woman and Zero was The Man of this little 'thing' they had going on. "Gah Dammit I never wear the Pants!" Clyde would think to himself with a sigh. "Oh Well!" He thought happily as he continued to message Zero.

Zero wasn't sure if Clyde would get what she wanted, dense as he was. Luckily though something clicked in that dense head of his, and Zero closed her eyes as he started to rub her shoulders. It actually felt pretty nice. C;yde wasn't too bad at this. In fact she might even suggest he pursue this instead of a wrestling career. The later clearly wasn't doing him any favours.

It was a nice feeling, but the silence was a little awkward, even for Zero. So she attmpted to start a little conversation with Clyde. "Why did you want a POW match?" she asked him as he continued to massage her.

Clyde could have sworn a boomerang just came flying outta nowhere and just smacked him upside the head when Zero asked him. "Why did you want a POW match?" He didnt know if he had the balls to tell her the absolute truth which that he simply wanted 'pussy for the night', which was the best way the texan could discribe his motives. To break in a newcomer and make a rather quiet lady at that, scream for her life once she ended up knocking boots with good ol' Clyde Gastin. And in the event he lost, Clyde was confident this woman would quickly warm up to him, all his opponents eventually did, and Zero looked like a closet cougar to Clyde anyway. But it wasnt until they had their match that Clyde realized what kinda woman Zero truly was, and regretted his decsion when he knew he couldnt wim.

"Shit! What do I say!?" Clyde would think to himself, stopping his massage for a moment before muttering. "I was bored!" Clyde said with a nervous laugh before resumeing the massage, hoping Zero didnt see through his lie.