Clyde Gastin Vs. "The Golden Queen" - Cecilia Northman

Heather kept her eyes on Cecilia the entire time, ignoring Clyde's words, immediately taking them as an excuse as to why he was getting so intimate with this girl. Instead, Heather listened intently as to what Cecilia would say. As she spoke, Heather's anger began to boil up more and more, the girl's words getting to her immediately. With what Heather knew about Clyde's past with woman in AFW, and the fact that she had missed quite a bit of the match as well as not being able to hear what the two might have whispered to eachother, part of her was believing what Cecilia was saying.

Gritting her teeth, Heather removed her boot from Clyde's chest before reaching down and grabbing a handful of his hair again. She'll then attempt to pick him up by his hair and push him up to the corner, bringing her other hand up to his throat, attempting to wrap her fingers around his neck, trying to choke him. "You fucking said WHAT!? She better be lying out her teeth for your sake or I will kick your ass all over the goddamn arena."

As Clyde laid on the mat with Heather's boot pressing tightly into her chest, the Texan's eyes would grow wide as he turned his heard to Cecilia, hearing her speak and tell her lies to Heather. Believing that she was just telling Heather those things to escape her wrath while Clyde took all the blame. "W-W-What!?!? Cecilia! YOU LYING BI--AHhh!!" Clyde would start to yell at Cecilia once he realized that she was leaving him to die at the hands of Heather alone, starting to yell at her in anger towards her apparent betrayal before Heather picked him by his head and pushed him into a corner, emitting a gagging sound as she clutched his throat tightly.

"Ack!! N-NO! I never said that! I S-s-s-swear! Sh-She's Lyin!" Clyde would gag out as he flailed his arms and legs around while Cecilia held him by the throat and hair, in a slight panic now as he remained trapped against the corner.

Clyde was about to ruin her plan to get away without having to fight Heather, She had backed up to the corner by now and she was hanging of the turnbuckle, Cecilia shrugged before She said calmly "What do i have to gain by lying to you Heather, If you want i can wait for you to finish with him, and then i can take you on, just don´t want any undeserving anger brought upon me, I mean i was played by your boyfriend as well so if you want i can help beat him up." Cecilia said with a straight face as she tried to lay all the blame on Clyde.

Hearing the conflicting stories from both Cecilia and Clyde, Heather keeps her grip on Clyde's neck, taking the time to think through which story she should really believe. Tapping her foot a bit, she shakes her head, her eyes fixated on Clydes in a deep glare. "No, I don't need your help. You sit tight right there though, don't you even think you can leave. Like I said, when I'm finished with him, I'm coming for you as well." Heather says, her face turning into a bit of a grin as she does.

"You ask me why you would lie to me? I think it's pretty obvious why you would. You know I would kick your ass just as much. So you shut the fuck up and watch and learn exactly what you have coming to you you little bitch." Heather says, doubting the girl just a bit from how defensive she seemed, but still keeping her glare on Clyde, wanting to rip him to pieces even thinking of the possibility of him saying those things.

Hearing Cecilia's cold lies as she put all the blame on Clyde that had happened between them, the Texan shoots her a very stern and angry glare, even as his throat is being held tightly by Heather, never had has anyone sold him out as bad as Cecilia.

"Everyone is always against me." Clyde thought himself as he began to grow frustrated with his situation.

His gaze then shifted onto Heather, wishing that she would believe him that he wasn't the only one at fault here, but it became very apparent to him that his reputation had backfired on him and he wouldn't be able to snake his way out of this one. She was going to beat him up first, not Cecilia. He would have to deal with Heather all day and night and any following days, Cecilia wouldn't and all Heather wanted to do apparently was just make an example of him.

"Y-You don't believe me a-and you just h-halfway doubt this bitch, huh!?!" Clyde would mutter through Heather's grip on his throat, glaring at Heather as he spoke. Wondering why she seemed to favor Cecilia's words over Clyde's even though she planned to beat her as well.

"It's my life dammit!! I never chose you! I never wanted you doing this shit to me!!" Clyde would began to yell as loud as he could through Heather's grip on his throat before he attempted to lift his leg and swiftly thrust kick Heather off of him and most likely send her crashing into Cecilia, as the Texan started to turn on everyone in the ring.

Keeping her grip on Clyde's throat, Heather looks into his eyes, listening to his words. He could be right, she sort of wondered herself why she only doubted Cecilia but yet instantly believed her over Clyde. She mulled it over a bit but just shook it off, not giving him a response as she kept up her choke. Shaking her head she tried to lean in a bit more to Clyde, trying to add in the pressure to the choke.

His next words though sort of got to her a bit. It was almost similar to what she had heard from him not that long ago, almost like words of regret of the two being together. It was definitely something that she didn't want to hear from him ever, and this was technically the second time that she was hearing something along those lines. It made her grip falter a bit, however if it did or didn't it wouldn't matter either way because Clyde had gotten his foot up and kicked her away with it, sending her stumbling back, bumping into Cecilia only slightly.

Completely ignoring the fact that she had bumped into her, Clyde's kick made her slight hesitance completely go away as she stared at him again with a deep glare. "You should have just took it. Now you're dead." She says as she charges towards the corner where Clyde is, running straight towards him until she got close to the ropes where she would jump to the side, use them for elevation before jumping off them and attempting to hit Clyde in the back of the head with an enziguri.

Upon feeling Heather release the grip she had on his throat, he immediately gasps for air, rubbing the front of his neck with his hand now that he was free, continuing his glare as he looked at Heather. He didn't care what Heather or Cecilia had to say, they were both the enemy in his eyes now and were out to get him.

"I ain't takin' nothin' for ya! That's for damn sure!" Clyde would roar out before bringing his arms up, ready to take on Heather as he stood in the corner, his eyes shifting from left to right as she jumped off the ropes and swiftly struck him in the back of the head, once again taking another shot in the spot.

"Shit!!" Clyde would growl under his teeth as he took the hit, falling the mat instantly as he clutched the back of his head before he began to roll the side to exit the ring, stumbling onto the arena floor while clutching the back of his head, his vision blurring severely.

"No... Can't fall yet..." Clyde would think to himself as he fought to remain conscious, believing he was on the verge of being knocked out by the way his vision had gotten. Still he managed to stay awake, trying to recover on the floor and get back to his feet as quickly as possible. This wasn't a match between him and Heather. It was a fight.

After hitting the enziguri, Heather quickly gets back to her feet although she stumbles just a bit. Feeling a small pain in her knee, she clicks her tongue. It seems Fredrik's hit on it from earlier was still having a bit of a lingering effect. Shaking it off and trying to ignore it, Heather looks up and sees Clyde roll outside of the ring. "Persistent today.." Heather says to herself as she drops down to her side before rolling under the bottom rope and after Clyde. She had said earlier that she was going to deal with Cecilia after a fight with Clyde, but the way things were going now it was almost as if a tunnel vision took over and her sights were set just on him.

As Clyde gets back to his feet, he would be greeted by Heather again who was standing right there waiting for him to recover. Shooting the same glare that she was giving him earlier, she walks up to him and goes to grab his head.

"You wanted to taste her so much, why don't you try a taste of this instead?" Heather says as she attempts to pull his head back before trying to ram his face into the edge of the ring apron.

As Clyde remains prone on the arena floor, he takes quite a bit of time to recover and re-adjust his blurring his vision before he tries to stand on his feet. But just as he rises up on his feet, Clyde suddenly feels Heather grab his head and pull him back before slamming his face down on the ring apron.

"Aghh!!" Clyde would howl as his head bounced the edge of the ring, clutching his face with his hand after being slammed into it.

"...Think you've forgotten just who the hell I am!!" Clyde would snap back at Heather before he tried to lash out with a swift haymaker to her jaw, which would most likely rattle her senses a bit. If that worked, Clyde would try to follow up by rushing Heather, aiming to tackle her over the barricade.

As Heather slams Clyde's face into the ring apron, she lets out a confident smirk, feeling as if she had him right where she wanted him. "I wonder how I was ever beaten by you from how easily I'm beating you up now Clyde." Heather says in an almost mocking tone as she preps herself to give him a follow up attack. However this doesn't end up happening as instead she hears Clyde shout back at her.

"Ah??" She lets out as she sees his fist coming towards her, unable to do much about it because of how sudden the attack was on her. Feeling his fist collide with her jaw, she lets out a loud grunt as it causes her to stumble back a little, sending her on a bit of a loop as well.

Before she's able to fully react and get back into trying to fight with him, she is hit with his tackle, sending them both over barricade in the process. "Gagh!" Heather lets out as she flips over, landing on her front as she slams into the floor of the seating area past the barricade.