Clyde Gastin Vs. Heather Sunderland

Standard Match
Win via Pinfall or Submission
No Count-outs.

Clyde Gastin had been getting ready backstage for a match he was set to have. Being told at the last minute his opponent called in sick and now the booking team had to find a replacement. Clyde didn't worry about it, he showed up for work anyway with enough confidence to take on whoever they were going to book him against. He remembered Mercy telling him that she was going to talk to management about getting him matches with tougher opponents and he wondered when that was going to take effect. He really wanted to prove to everyone that he was a serious and tough competitor, along with just trying impressing Mercy of course.

After Clyde finished taping his wrists, he flexed them to make sure they were applied correctly. They were. He then popped his scarred knuckles and put his backpack into his locker, before grabbing his leather cowboy hat and then his brown trenchcoat, adjusting them before making his way backstage as he left the locker room.

[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XFlRxMJPM_0.html:1e7drw6e]"Barton Hollow" by The Civil Wars[/url:1e7drw6e] His new theme, would begin to play throughout the arena as silver smoke soon covered the stage as Clyde made his way from the backstage area to the entrance area in front of a crowd that granted him a mixed response between boos and cheers that he otherwise ignored during his walk down the ramp with a rather confident grin on his face.

He appeared on the stage with his cowboy hat and trenchcoat, nothing new, but instead of a guy with jeans and a t-shirt, Clyde was wearing a regular pair of long black tights, black wrestling boots, elbow pads, knee pads and taped wrists. It felt weird, slightly embarrassing but overall, just proud. Walking down the ramp, Clyde made his way around the ring to leave his hat and trenchcoat by the announcers table before sliding inside the ring, backing up against the nearest corner once he did, slumping against it to casually wait for whoever booking decided to have him fight against.

He wasn't afraid. He was eager to show everyone what he was made of. There wasn't anyone he wasn't afraid to take down.

Clyde remained casually slumped against the turnbuckle as he waited for his opponent to make their entrance already. I mean the sooner he could beat Jane Doe or whoever the sooner he could go get some pizza or something. That would be great.

However when Clyde heard a familiar and eerie tune begin to play his eye twitched, the song sounded a bit familiar but once the vocals came on Clyde tried to tell himself that could be anybody, there were tons of people using Japanese music here. He didn't know the language how could he know that it was the same song as...

His eyes narrowed toward the stage to see a figure crawling out with purple face pain, something in his stomach suddenly began to sink like he was going to throw up, not from disgust but from how nervous he suddenly got, enough to make his heart pound and his legs wobble for a sec as he saw Heather on the stage, doing her thing like it was any other match until she saw him standing there.

His eyes closed and he took a deep breath. He knew one of these days they would have to meet again, it still didn't make the unexpected meeting with his ex-lover and now opponent any easier. He had so much to prove and now he was afraid of whether or not he could fight at his best against Heather. He didn't know if he could slug her like everyone else. He knew he didn't want to.

"...Christ..." Muttered Clyde, knowing there was no way out, he had to face this, had to face her. "...Heather." He responded when she said his name. It had definitely been a long while. He scratched the back of his head nervously and looked down at his boots before staring back at her. "Eight... Nine months... Heh." He muttered out before sighing again.

"I... Like the fishnets." He said. Mostly lying but who was he to judge her tastes. She was always into things that didn't make sense to him. Always the simple minded one.

"...You ain't supposed to be here. Don't you belong in Tokyo?" Ain't that where you wanna be? He asked in a more serious tone.

"Think so. Yeah." He muttered. It felt longer. Soon the subject of attire was brought up and Clyde brought up a lie, the fishnets weren't his thing, it wasn't terrible but it he found it weird. But he didn't feel right just saying her bikini top looked great. This was really awkward. The sight of her in the flesh made him think back to all the happy memories that were quite precious. While the latter ones made him feel rather bitter, still feeling like he drove her away but knowing she left without saying a word and didn't know it was all over until the TV of all things told him the stone cold truth.

"'A'ight. So you shoulda stayed there." Clyde replied, taking a step up once Heather did, frowning a bit.

"I know. I watched. Been doin' that for a while." He muttered knowing for a time he had to change the channel when Nightwish started playing, but times changes. He was happy that her career was successful, when she was fighting hard she was great but other times, well he'd be lying if he said he didn't watch most of the 'bad' things happening to her because he had trouble moving on at first.

"...I taught Rei how ta' punch." He responded. "Well I ain't gettin' titties in my face as often as you... I'm honestly jealous of you on that. You gotta tell me yo' secret." He said while shrugging with a smug grin before getting more serious.

"...I'm just now startin' to climb again. Now that I ain't 24/7 Champ I plan on runnin' this here show as the Tension champ... But I ain't gonna get that chance if walk away from this fight. With you."

Clyde then inhaled deeply and let out a shakey breath. "...And you don't look like you're up fer huggin' this here cowboy either." Muttered Clyde with a stern gaze.

"Well...Y-Yeah. I wanted to." He replied to her response on him keeping track of her. He never did stop caring about her, sometimes he hated that though.

"Yup!" Clyde stated proudly as they spoke of Rei, aware of Heather's friendship with her. He then later smiled with pleasant amusement as she got a little flustered at his joke, some things never change.

He then listened to Heather talk wanting the best for him, he lowered his head with a deep frown, he believed her... Then she suddenly turned it all around on him by bringing some infamous words from the past that made Clyde pick his head up, showing off a deep frown.

"OH HERE WE GO!" He let out angrily enough for everyone on front row and even TV to here. Not caring about the bell as he marched up closer to Heather. "Never got over that did ya!? Never got over what I said because I wanted the best for YOU! I'm the dumb redneck who tried to keep you from bein' a doormat for skanks to walk over! And they did anyway!!" Clyde shot back as he stared Heather down.

The ref girl looking on, sighing and shaking her head. She already knew what to expect tonight.

Clyde stood firm in front of Heather with a deep frown as the two began to let their emotions fly, the anger seeping through, the frustrations, the unresolved issues. Clyde had alot of unresolved issues and Heather was one of them, his career had been halted because he never could find a way to move on.

"I don't deny the success! But it sure as hell doesn't take much to put you down for the count! You went from hatin' me to lovin' me just 'cause I knew how to touch ya right! Just like everyone else here!" Clyde shot back at Heather, fists also clinched, sharing a glare with Heather, his anger only doubling when Heather mentioned how Friction treated her, it wasn't even about her being champion or what people called her. Perhaps Clyde had gone too far yet again in his anger but he didn't always just blame himself. Sometimes he put the unfair blame on other things.

"G-Good to you!? Heather, Friction ruined us!!! AFW destroyed us!!! Destroyed our love, our family, everything! And T-These fuckin' FANS loved every minute of it!! They love it when this fuckin' company tries to humiliate you time and time again!!" Clyde yelled as he was shoved back, marching right back to Heather as he let loose his anger, throwing his hand to the side as if to point and put blame on the crowd while he glared at Heather.