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

After connecting with his haymaker and tackling Heather over the barricade, Clyde tumbles into the stands, landing right next to Heather as his shoulder falls onto the cement covered arena floor, rolling onto his stomach just after the fall. After shaking his head a bit Clyde slowly begins to rise to his feet, looking around him to see the fans cheering, laughing and booing at the sight before them. Clyde frowned and scowled at them all, they knew nothing of what really went on between him and how it was all escalating during this fight at this very moment.

"Wanna know somethin' Heather? I've always gone just a little bit easy on ya. Never really wanted to get rough and hurt ya... Always cared THAT MUCH about ya and didn't want to get ya hurt...." Clyde Would say as he turned to Heather, looking down at her with a deep scowl before he reached for her Hair and began to tug upwards to try and get her on her feet.

"...But Im tried of you tryin' to run my life... and Im tired of carin'..." Clyde would mutter bitterly before attempting to throw her further into the stands, aiming to toss her towards the arena doors.

Heather let out a long groan as she forced herself up onto one knee. She was a little more exhausted than she thought that she was, but she definitely wasn't letting herself lose out to Clyde in this fight. If it took it her all, she was going to fight back and tear him apart for causing her so much anger. If he only knew why what he did made her so mad, maybe if the two just knew how to converse with eachother, maybe they wouldn't be having this fight. However that was clearly not the case as the two were about to go at it fully.

"Aaaah!" Heather lets out as Clyde yanks her up by her hair, pulling her to her feet and in turn causing a sharp pain to run through her scalp. She looks into Clyde's eyes as he seems to vent his anger out at her and she shakes her head within his grasp. "I'm...making you a better person..you..son of a bitch..I wouldn't try to do it if I didn't...Forget it..I'm..gonna kick your ass.." Heather lets out in protest.

Feeling the tug on her hair a bit more, she finds herself being thrown through the stands, slamming into the arena doors as they burst open, causing her to land on the floor on her side in the backstage hallways.

"I never asked ya to make me a 'better' person! Clyde Gastin is Scum! Always was and will be 'till he dies! Ya can't change me, too damn late for that!" Clyde would respond to Heather just before throwing her towards the doors that flew open as she hit them, approaching Heather just after throwing her, following her into the backstage hallways. Taking their fight else where.

It was going to be a long night for both of them.

Cecilia would have been one to help Clyde, seeing that she liked him, wanting to catch Heather in a moment when she wasn't very alert, but things went to fast between Heather and Clyde, and it seemed Clyde was fighting back as well, maybe things would pan out for the better if she didn't interfere, maybe Clyde would get rid of the 'old bag' , these thoughts made Cecilia not want to interfere with their little fight.

The Ref-girl went over to Cecilia who was still standing in the corner, "I'm calling this match a draw." she said to the Golden Queen, but she paid no mind to her words, as Cecilia would get out of the ring and walk up the ramp, thinking to herself "..hope we met again, Cowboy..." as she made her way out of the Arena.