Tearing Down The House With Heather & Clyde (Complete)

Gritting down on his teeth as he laid on the hard concrete floor while clutching his throbbing lower back, Clyde writhed in quite a bit of agony as he was thrown to the floor by Heather and landed hard on his back, his body arching up and tensing from the stinging he felt in his body. Clyde however, had an almost unnatural level of endurance that allowed him to withstand quite a bit of physical punishment and keep fighting. Despite that, Clyde knew wasn't invincible, and couldn't help but ponder how long he could hold out against Heather until he couldn't take anymore, let alone knowing how much punishment she was going to give him before she decided to stop.

As Heather reaches for Clyde's wrist, The Texan staggered up to his knees, throwing his right hand foreword in a very groggy state to grab Heather's wrist in an effort to stop her from pulling him up, which would ultimately fail as his dazed and groggy state had sapped his strength away, allowing Heather to easily haul Clyde up to his feet.

"W-Wuh? Slide?" Clyde would stammer under his breath in confusion before he felt Heather's grip on the back of his shirt before she began to pull foreword. "Ah! Hey! D-D-Dooont!!" Clyde would try to plead before he sent sliding across the counter top.

"Aahhhhhh!!!" Clyde would howl as he crashes through several glasses of water, along with several large pots and pans, before he crashes into the wall in front, his head however was protected by a nearby pot that his head was up against. Either way, Clyde was still stunned a bit and would soon fall over the counter and land on the kitchen floor face down. Followed by a few pots and pans crashing on and around Clyde as he laid there in a dizzy heap.

"Ughhh..." Clyde would groan out as laid on the floor, moving slowly around, but not rising up very much, remaining prone on the floor. While he really was dazed quite a bit, half of this was an act.

"Nyuughhh... N-No more..." Clyde would groan out and whimper as if he had been defeated, trying to fool Heather into thinking Clyde was beaten. Expecting Heather to follow up on him, expecting her to walk on over to him and haul him up to his feet, which prompted Clyde to grab the handle of a very large stew pot that laid in front of him, hoping that his hunch would be right and that he could catch Heather with a surprise attack,

Heather watched as Clyde slid across the counter, colliding into the various things that lie there on the table. She nodded her head as he slid perfectly completely across the counter, crashing into the wall that was waiting at the end for him. As he toppled over onto the floor, face down, he looked to Heather like he was out of it. Perhaps this was enough then, maybe he's learned and they can just go back home, she wouldn't have to worry about anything like this in the future.

Hearing his words, almost sounding like he was pleading for her to stop, she let out a small sigh before reaching down for his arm to pull him up again. Staring into his eyes, she gave him a serious look, wiping some of the water from his arms. "So, have you learned your lesson then yet?"

Clyde couldn't help but snicker deviously as he heard Heather's foot steps getting closer and closer to him, waiting anxiously for her to get close enough for him to catch Heather with a very sneaky surprise attack that he had cooked up upon grabbing the large pot in his hands, making sure to keep himself looking extra tired and helpless as he laid on the cold concrete floor below with various pots and pans surrounding him.

Once Heather got close enough and began to reach for Clyde's arm, the boy would grin devilishly while facing away from Heather. "Yeah... But have you learned yours?" Clyde would mutter to himself before he suddenly rose up a bit while twisting his body to the side as he lifted up the large pot in his hands, bringing it high over his head before tilting the pot over while swinging it down upon Heather, attempting to plant the large pot over Heather's head, with the top of the pot most likely hitting the top of Heather's skull as the metal pot engulfed her head, which Clyde hoped would temporarily trap Heather and buy him enough time to retaliate against her.

"Remind ya of old times, babe!?" Clyde would ask Heather with small snicker while grinning mischievously, referring to a similar incident during their Tornado Tag Match where Clyde had trapped Heather's head and most of her upper-body inside a metal Trash Can. Clyde then went to bend over reach for a nearby frying pan that was lying on the floor, picking it rather quickly as he rose up and began winding the pan back. "Fore!!" Clyde would shout out before he attempted to swing the frying pan at Heather's pot covered head.

"What??" Heather says in response to his reply, a bit confused at first. However she finds out exactly what he meant as she suddenly feels a hard impact on her skull. "Aaagh!" She lets out as it is echoed within the large pot that now engulfed her head. It was a ridiculously embarrassing position and although you wouldn't be able to see it, added on from the pain in her head, her face was deep red from her embarrassment.

Hearing his words, it did bring her back to that match that they had. Being trapped in that trashcan was just as embarrassing as this, if not even more, and all this was doing was bringing back her memories of that night. Heather brings her hands up to the pot, about to remove it from her head, but she is suddenly cut off when Clyde slams the pot into the pan that was over her head. "H-aaaaah!" The impact along with the ear shattering ringing noise that was caused from the two kitchen tools being smashed together causes Heather to fall to the floor on her side.

"A-guh." Heather lets out as she lies there, slowly taking the pot off her head as her hands shake a bit from the whole feeling.

Clyde couldn't help but just laugh at the embarrassing position that he put Heather in as he trapped her head inside the metal pot, find it her echoed cries too amusing as he slammed the frying pan against Heather's pot covered head, causing a loud clanging crash to suddenly emit from the bashed up kitchen wear.

As Heather fell to her side, Clyde stands over her with a confident smirk on his face now that he was in control of things, still finding expressions very amusing as he watched her remove the pot from her rattled head, assuming that her head was just ringing right now.

"Come on babe we ain't done yet!" Clyde would exclaim to Heather before reaching for the top of her arm, trying to pull her into a side headlock and drag her towards a nearby door way, that Clyde would kick open before walking inside, discovering a small empty lounge with several sofa's along the walls, a bar, a jukebox that was playing [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pLvsmho1lGA.html:njxstxc6]"I Don't Want To Set The World On Fire" by The Ink Spots,[/url:njxstxc6] and a pool table in the center of it all. While the bar did catch Clyde's attention instantly, he wanted to get his payback on Heather first before he having a 'cold one' right in front of her.

"I like this song, babe... Do you?" Clyde would remark as he looked down at Heather with a sly grin before trying to shove her foreword against the pool table, attempting to make her bend foreword and lean over it. If Clyde got Heather to do that, he would look around until he spotted a nearby rack that held several pool cue's. Clyde would go over to the rack and pick up one of them before making his way to Heather, grinning sinisterly.

"You know I ain't the only one who misbehaves, darlin'..." Clyde would comment before attempting to swing the pool cue at Heather's rear, putting just enough force in his swing to send her a rather nasty sting in her behind, but while also holding back a bit, hesitating to give Heather too much punishment with the wooden stick.

Hearing Clyde's laughter as she lie there, Heather sulked a bit as she lie there on the ground. He tricked her pretty good. She had really thought she almost did too much to him, figuring that would have been enough. It looks like she was far from right however, as he retaliated, pretty nicely as well. Truth be told, her head was hurting quite a bit, throbbing from the pot's initial slamming into her skull and the ringing in her ears was just adding to it. She went to grab at her head to rub it from the pain, however she was cut off by Clyde's words and him pulling her up.

Caught in his side headlock, Heather places her hands on his arm, a bit of a weak grip but she kept trying to pry and pull herself out, clenching her teeth and eyes the whole time. "L..let go!" She lets out in protest as he brings her into the next room, keeping her in the headlock the entire time. As she opened her eyes, her heart sunk a bit. Brought into a place that was the last place she wanted to see or be in with this whole ordeal, she cursed under her breath at Clyde for bringing them into a lounge where the bar was the first thing she noticed.

"N-no...I don't, let go damnit.." Heather says in response to Clyde's words. The song seemed like it was taunting her and she wanted badly to smash the jukebox up to stop it. Gritting her teeth, she suddenly finds herself being shoved against the pool table, causing it to hit her in her lower stomach a bit as she lets out a grunt. Slumping over from the collision, she tries to regain her bearings, however finds out that waiting and taking her time was something that she definitely shouldn't have done.

"AH!!" Heather lets out as Clyde swings the pool cue at her rear, causing her to jump up a bit from the stinging feeling it gave her. As she shouted out, she pushed herself off the pool table and down to her knees on the floor, rubbing her butt to numb the sting. "Damn it...Y-you bastard.."

"Aww... Damn shame..." Clyde would say as he began to frown slightly at Heather's words that revealed her dislike of the song that played on the jukebox. Clyde enjoyed that song really well despite not much of a preference for songs like that, he liked this one though, but was completely oblivious to the fact that the lyrics were practically taunting Heather, as they were very similar to her own personal thoughts and desires.

After delivering a hard whack to Heather's rump with the pool cue, Clyde looked down at Heather with a satisfied grin, as he had the girl right where he wanted her, completely in control. He almost didn't want to stop getting even with, but at the same time he couldn't help but desire for this little fight to end between them. Clyde then thought a bit more about the situation until he came to a satisfying conclusion that would work both ways for him. Making Heather Surrender.

Keeping the pool cue in his hands, Clyde swings up lightly and places it up under Heather's chin to gently lift her head up and look at Clyde, who was smirking in triumph.

"Here's an idea, Heathy... Why don't ya surrender ta' me? Huh? End this little thing and call it day? I'll be goin' home with ya babe... Just admit I beat ya..." Clyde would mutter with a cocky grin as he looked down at Heather. He felt he won, and wanted to prove to her that she had lost and didn't have as much control over him as she thought she did.

He did however, want to stop fighting with her now and just go home with her, forget about everything that had happened and just fuck the night away happily, especially if he could bring her back into a sweeter mood. Apologizing however, was out of the question since he feared that Heather would think that she could just walk all over him any time she pleased, not wanting to give her any more power over him that she had already taken by force.

"So what's it gon' be, darlin'? Get yo' ass whooped some more? Or give up and go home...?" Clyde would ask as he kept the pool cue directly under Heather's chin as he looked into her eyes with a slight hint of sadness, his taunting and overconfident demeanor fading away. "...I-I'd love ta' go home too..."

As Heather stood on her knees, rubbing her bottom, she had a bit of a defeated feeling. Thoughts kept running through her head, kicking herself for falling for his ploy earlier in the kitchen. She possibly could still be having the upperhand in their little fight if she hadn't fallen for it, her head still a bit sore from the surprise attack from Clyde. She went to start to get up onto her feet, but she stopped as she felt the pool cue under her chin.

She lifted her head up as Clyde nudged it upwards with the cue. The feeling of the whole situation was eating at her. She felt so little at the moment, literally on her knees before Clyde. It was definitely a situation that she never imagined would be being played out as she's been the dominant one in their relationship from the start.

Hearing the first part of his words, she bit her lip. Surrender? Admit he beat her? She couldn't, it just wasn't fair, it didn't make sense. In her mind she hasn't done anything wrong. He went behind her back and she was making him pay for it. Why does she have to be the one at this end of the surrender. She just didn't get why things turned out the way they did. "..If you would just...stop..." Heather says a bit quietly, mulling over the pained feeling that she remembered she was having when she saw him messing around with Cecilia so intimately in the ring.

Hearing the rest of her words, going home sounded good to her. Taking him back home with her and having a guarantee that this sort of thing wouldn't happen again was all she wanted, but the circumstances that it seems, it's like he won, he got away with what he did. Heather couldn't help a solitary tear from coming down her eye as she thought these things. However at the current situation, she didn't have much choice and it was probably the best route to go at this point.

"Fine Clyde....If it makes you happy...I just...want you to come home and...forget about today..no more...please.."

As Clyde stared down at Heather with the pool cue placed directly under her chin, he examines the expressions on her face and cannot help himself from frowning a bit.

"Stop what?" Clyde would ask Heather, a bit confused as to what she was asking him to stop doing, not sure what was bothering her now. Before it was her just being mad, now she was visibly saddened by something. Unaware that his antics with Cecilia were the cause. In Clyde's mind, he knew he had done wrong by getting frisky with Cecilia but his problem lied within Heather's tendency to take control over him, which was something else that Clyde wasn't used to, all he wanted was to be free to do whatever he wanted again.

That being said, her sadness bothered him, wondering why she was crying now. Had Clyde known how Heather felt completely he would have told her to expect something like this from a person like him. But he didn't know how she felt and couldn't help but regret the way things turned out, even though he was determined to not let her have any more control over him.

A Sigh of relief emits from Clyde as Heather finally gives up the fight, as well as he need to punish him for his little moment with Cecilia, wanting to just go home and forget about everything. Just like Heather wanted to.

"It makes me happy..." Clyde would say before throwing the pool cue away as he walked closer to Heather and crouched down a bit before moving his hand behind her head to lightly pull her closer to him as he leaned forth and planted his lips against her's, finally having a tender embrace with his 'old lady', thinking that everything was going to be better now.

Heather fought herself from letting any more tears fall after the first as she tried to cope with the whole thing. She was happy that the fighting was over, but the powerless feeling in her wouldn't go away. She wondered to herself if she would ever be able to make Clyde exclusively hers or if things like this would constantly occur. She didn't know if she could take it in the end. While her attitude was full on anger towards the situation, her heart was in alot of pain knowing that he could do something like that while the two were going on like this.

However as she heard Clyde's words, she forced the thoughts out of her mind. Just hearing the word 'happy' was something that lightened her up a bit. If the two could live being happy like that from now on, it would certainly be a great thing. Heather in the back of her mind knew that this probably wouldn't be the last time something like this happened, but she was willing to ignore that now and live in the moment with her and Clyde.

As he crouched down and brought his arm behind her head, Heather welcomed his lips against hers. Able to feel the warmth of his embrace and kiss without thinking of anything else was magic. She wrapped her arms around him, returning his kiss lovingly and deeply. All she thought about was bringing him home, forgetting about this day, and enjoying the rest of the night with him. Breaking the kiss for a second, she stares in his eyes, an expression of hope on her face.

"Clyde I..I just want you to know..the..the reason why I get so mad it's...It's just because..you're...I mean I...I just.." Heather begins to say, although she finds it a bit tough to get out her words, stumbling over them a bit before she bites her lip at the end, not knowing how to say it.