Tearing Down The House With Heather & Clyde (Complete)

Just a few moments ago. Heather Sunderland interrupted a match between Clyde Gastin and Cecilia Northman, when Clyde started getting a bit frisky with the Swedish wrestler, who wasn't his 'old lady'. That title was reserved to a young woman by the name of Heather Sunderland who had laid claim to Clyde about a week ago. Today things were different however, the two were angry at one another and quickly snapped into a fight rather quickly that erupted in the arena and was now spilling into the hallway backstage.

Emerging from the doors just after tossing Heather through them, Clyde Gastin stands there, looking down at Heather before trying to pick the girl up to get her onto her feet, looking at her with a very stern glare as he went to haul her up by her arm.

"Ya can't fix me, Heather. I ain't going no where but down..." Clyde would mutter before he attempted to send a hard forearm smash to the top of Heather's head as their brawl continued backstage.

Hitting the ground rather fiercely from being thrown through the door, Heather breathes deeply in and out, trying to regain herself and her bearings. Crawling a bit forwards as she lies on her side, she tries to endure the rush of pain that shot through her body from the impact. Finally, she looks up seeing Clyde emerging through the doors that she was just thrown through. She shakes her head as she lets out a grunt, going to pull herself up a bit, but is interrupted when Clyde pulls her up by her arm instead.

"I'll..fix you exactly the way I have planned..whether you fucking like it or not Clyde." Heather says in response to Clyde's words, returning the glare he was giving her as she spoke. Seeing his forearm head straight towards her, she quickly refocuses herself before she ducks under it, ending up behind Clyde.

"Still..too slow." Heather says before she jumps up, flipping and attempting to catch him in the head with a pele kick, which while would be effective would also cause her even more exhaustion than what she was already feeling.

"Ain't nobody able to fix Clyde Gastin! And I sure as hell ain't gon' be your little puppet either, Heather!" Clyde would snap back at Heather bitterly. Taking her approach towards trying to 'fix' the former bum in a very negative light. Believing himself to be beyond a redemption that he didn't even want.

After shooting his forearm out at Heather, Clyde is surprised to see her suddenly duck under his arm and run right past him. Instantly Clyde turns to face Heather, but ends up struck in the back of his head for a third time as Heather flips over and preforms a pele kick that rattles Clyde's brain. Causing him to teeter and slowly fall to the floor with a hard thump as he is knocked for a loop, quite dazed by the blow, trying to remain conscious. Fearing that a few more shots to the back of his head would put him out of the fight.

Hitting the pele kick, it caused Heather to land in an awkward way, her upperbody slamming into the floor before the rest of her body followed. "Guh.." Heather lets out. Perhaps it wasn't the greatest choice of moves to perform on the now solid flooring that they were fighting on, but her body acted before she put any thought into it and it all just went into executing the move, which did end up happening just as she wanted it to.

Slowly getting up, first on one knee then completely to her feet, Heather stands over Clyde, staring down at him before shaking her head. "I'll..do whatever I want to you...and..you'll be exactly...how I want you to be.." Heather says, going back to the extremes that she used to use with talking to Clyde as she reaches down to try and grab his arm to pick him up.

If she's able to pick him up without any counters or resistance, Heather would let out a yell before charging towards the nearest wall, keeping him in front of her by holding his arm in place, attempting to ram his back into it.

The Pele Kick really sent Clyde into a massive daze that stunned his senses quite a bit, but he could hear just fine and would take in Heather's words with a deep frown as he laid face down on the floor, writhing in pain.

Heather wouldn't have much trouble being able to haul Clyde up to his feet or ram him into a nearby wall, the Texan letting out a grunt as his back was rammed against the wall, gritting his teeth to fight through the pain, already a bit sore from his battle with Cecilia.

"...No... I ain't..." Clyde would respond to Heather's words with a deep scowl before attempting to kick her off of him and send her backwards, most likely hitting a nearby concession stand if she stumbled back from Clyde's kick.

Slamming Clyde into the wall, Heather had a rush up her body. A feeling of almost power and success as she had Clyde pushed up against the wall. If it was any other time, Heather would probably have taken this opportunity to talk some trash to Clyde. Maybe claim how she had dominance over him again, tease him by asking him how he was feeling.

However instead of doing any of this, Heather finds herself kicked away in a similar manner than from earlier when the two were in the ring and she was kicked from the corner. Stumbling backwards, Heather attempts to regain her footing but her whole thing is thrown off when she backs up into a concession stand. More specifically, breaking the glass that held a large amount of popcorn at the concession stand.

"Ugh!!" Heather lets out as she falls backwards, pummeling into the popcorn as she raises her arms up, almost disgusted by it.

Upon kicking Heather into the concession stand, Clyde looks up as he hears the sound of glass braking, almost concerned about Heather for a moment, thinking that he may have seriously hurt her with the broken glass. But as Clyde sees Heather covered in butter coated popcorn, the Texan cannot help but simply laugh at her.

"Ha! Oh How Ironic it is that you were the one who spilled ma' popcorn when we first met... And now im the one spilling' popcorn over you!" Clyde would taunt with a wide grin before he narrowed his eyes at Heather before he began to charge at her. Attempting to raise his boot up and drive his foot right into her chest while he ran up to her, trying to crash his foot into her sternum while she slumped against the stand.

"Sh-shut up!" Heather says with a bit of a reddened face, unavoidably a bit embarrassed about the situation she was in. She must have looked pretty dumb right now, sitting in the popcorn, it covering her from her butt to her upper thigh. She was going to get him back for that one for sure, she just didn't know exactly how she was going to do it yet.

She then watched as Clyde charged at her, readying his boot to connect straight into her chest. Her eyes widen big as she sees this coming, her surprise causing her to pull her body forward and roll that way and to the side to evade the kick connecting. It was a split second on time, any later and she would have been hit, but surprisingly she was able to avoid it.

Knowing that she should capitalize on that fact right away, she quickly stood up and attempted to grab Clyde by the back of his neck, trying to fall down and bring him down in a neckbreaker like move.

"Aww don't you worry babe... You'll be able to clean yourself up once I send ya home packin'!!!" Clyde would taunt to Heather before his voice rose into a loud roar as he charged at her and threw his boot foreword, narrowly missing Heather as she rolled away at the last second.

"Dammit!" Clyde would exclaim as his kick missed Heather, instantly turning to her once he realized he didn't hit her, only to wind up being grabbed by her brought down to the hard floor below. "Gah!!" He would grunt as the neckbreaker stunned him. Leaving him a bit dazed on the floor beside Heather.

Hitting the neckbreaker, Heather lets out a bit of a laugh as she lies there next to Clyde, shaking her head as she stares up at the ceiling. "Oh I'm..going home alright..but I'm taking you with me..And..trust me...your punishment will continue." Heather says in an almost amused voice in response to Clyde's earlier words as she brings herself to get to her feet. Shaking her head a bit, she removes her dress that was worn open above the rest of her attire and attempts to mount Clyde's stomach.

"Let's see how funny you think it is now you little bastard." Heather says as she balls her butter covered dress up and attempts to stuff it in Clyde's face, fiercely rubbing it in. "How's THAT? Not too great is it??" Heather would say if she was able to pull it off, clearly enjoying what she was doing to him. If she was able to do this, she would keep it lasting for a few seconds, pressing it down on his face.