Texas Two Step

It was Friday evening. Normally Clyde would be out living it up around Tokyo or Kyoto to satisfy his usual hobbies like hitting up the arcade, learning how to cook, watching baseball, going fishing or most recently spending time with Mercy. But his old lady was busy with work regarding Friction and Clyde decided to spend his Friday training. Which wasn't a bad idea really, seeing as most of the roster were party-goers, the gym had only a few people in.

"And a nighty right here!" Clyde would say as he put 90 pounds on one side of the bar bell and then another 90 pounds on the other side, combined with the weight of the bell itself, Clyde had 225 pounds that he intended to benchpress.

"Haha! Eat yer heart out Rebecca and Higurashi." Clyde would say as she looked a the barbell, confident that he could be a speedy sonovagun and a powerhouse despite his small frame. That and Mercy would totally want The D a lot more once he was ripped. "Hell yeah." He thought with a confident nod before sliding inside the contraption.

A chart he read recommend that at his size and being a novice he should be lifting 125-140lbs. but Clyde had been wrestling for years and could lift heavier girls than that, so he figured he could handle 225, which was under the advanced portion of the chart.

He gripped the bar and breathed. "IKUZO, BABY!" Clyde roared and went to lift the barbell with a mighty huff, curling his lips as he lifted the bell up... Which would immediately draw towards his chest. "Nnh! O-Oh crap... Ohcrap, man!" He gasped, struggling to lift the damn bell off his chest! Straining to get it off him, his arms barely keeping it off his chest but he was otherwise...Stuck.

Been a while since I've had a good workout..., Dixie Clemets, AFW's own Three Count Cowgirl, thought to herself as she headed through the locker room of the company's gym. Feel like workin' up a big sweat tonight.

It HAD been a while since Dixie had to been to the gym, and she had figured that now was as good a time of any to get some personal training done, to keep herself in shape. Wearing a tight-fitting sports bra, and a pant of short gym shorts, the cowgirl headed from the locker room to the gym proper. She was hoping to avoid other people tonight; she wanted to stay focused on her workout, which was one of the reasons she had chosen to come to the smaller, lesser used gym of the Tension division, rather than the usual Friction gym that she used normally.

Unfortunately for Dixie, as she stepped into the gym, the first thing she noticed was some short, skinny guy, struggling with a set of weights. Sighing lightly to herself, she headed in his direction. Even though she wanted to get her workout started, she wouldn't have felt right just leaving him alone like that.

"Hey..." she called out towards Clyde as she neared, frowning at how heavy the weights look compared to the man's body. "You look like you could use a hand...mind if I help ya out?"

"I can do this! I can do thisss!!!" Clyde thought as he struggled to keep the bar off his chest. It wasn't moving very far. "Or.. Not. Ngh." Clyde said this his gritted teeth, shutting his eyes tightly as he struggled to hold the damn thing up!

One thing was clear. At least nobody was around to see him in this embarrassing position. That being said, part of him did wish someone helped him out.

"Hey..." Clyde heard a smooth feminine voice call out, his eyes widened a bit. "Great." This was embarrassing. Expecting the usual Tension girl with a superiority complex who was gonna rub it in that...

Clyde tilted his head up as he heard the woman speak more, he recognized a southern accent anywhere, he blinked once and saw... A really tall gorgeous blonde woman standing over him. Clyde's face flushed hard and the barbell dropped hard on his chest. "UMFF!" He bit his lip and sealed any vocal indication of pain. But his chest burned like hell.

"[size=85:108mbi9d]Y-Yes! Yes! Help! help!" He rasped while kicking his legs up and down in a slight panic.

"Don't worry, I got it!" Dixie called back to Clyde. She moved around towards his head, so that she was standing over him, and reached down, grabbing the bar of his weights tightly with both of her hands. "Jes' give me one second..." She warned, as she took a deep breath, making sure she had a firm grip on the barbells, before suddenly (and quite quickly) lifting them straight off of Clyde's chest.

With what didn't seem like too much effort on her part, Dixie stepped back away from Clyde. She paused for a moment, then with a bit of smile, went to lift the weights further up. She wasn't trying to show off or anything, she just wanted to see just how much weight the man had put onto the bar. A few seconds later, she had the weights lifted up, suspended into the air over her head. The cowgirl held them there for a moment, then lowered the weights back downwards, setting them back atop of the bench, safely off of Clyde's body.

"Whew..." she breathed out, flashing Clyde a friendly smile. "Kinda heavy fer a guy yer size, ain't they? Jes' what were you thinkin', anyway?"

It was embarrassing asking for help. Clyde wanted to handle this on his own but he had gone passed his limits and he needed help. But could this blonde babe really help him remove over 200 lbs of...

Clyde thoughts went blank the moment Dixie lifted the barbell right off his chest, his eyes going wide and his dropping as he saw the Texan gal lift the damn thing right over hear head rather quickly. She made it look really easy! Clyde's face flashed red as a result, looking up at Dixie as she held the weights before setting them back on the bench. Clyde was speechless and very embarrassed.

He sat up about instantly as Dixie spoke to him. "THAT I COULD THAT!" He exclaimed excitedly. "I mean I coulda got it... Eventually." His eyes darted to the side and he scratched his cheek before turning back to Dixie. He got a better look at her and his cheeks flushed slightly. Tall, blonde, blue eyes, southern. Of course he was going to behave but he couldn't help but think: "Daaaammmn." the whole time.

"Thanks for helpin me out though, ma'am." He smiled nervously.

Dixie waved her hand towards Clyde, trying not to smile too widely at his obvious embarrassment. "Psh, that weren't nothin'. You don't have to thank me." She shook her head and let out a small, brief laugh, her eyes tracing slowly over him, eyeing him up and down closely. "Jes' promise me next time, you'll start off a little slower, alright?"

She started to turn away, ready to finally go and get her own workout started, but there was something about this guy that was bothering her. She paused, hesitating, then looked back towards her, her eyes racing over his body before settling on his face. When the realization finally hit her, Dixie's eyes went wide in surprise, the cowgirl caught off her guard for the moment.

"Waitaminute...I know you!" She blurted out, snapping her fingers in Clyde's direction. "Yer Clyde Gastin, ain'tcha? I would recognize that face anywhere!"

Clyde laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head. "A'ight. A lil' slower. Gotcha." He nodded slightly and just hoped he could at least lift his own weight. Short or not, he intended to be a dangerous sonovagun!

He saw Dixie about to turn away, he thought about introducing himself and asking for her name just to be friendly. She seemed nice enough. However, soon enough, Dixie turned back around and looked back at the cowboy. Clyde raised a eyebrow and looked down at his shirt quickly, wondering if something was on him but then Dixie cleared everything up, declaring she was knew who he was. Wait what? Did he hear that right.

"Huh?? Ya' do?" He asked almost excitedly before she said his name. Clyde blushed lightly and rubbed the back of his head upon hearing her words. "Uh. Y-Yeah I am! Haha! Did I suddenly get famous overnight?" He felt very flattered by Dixie's words and got a little bashful.

"Well... Thank ya, Ma'am. I wish I could say the same to you. Miss..?"

"Famous? Of course you are! Yer the famous Clyde Gastin! Former Tension title holder and one of the few good men in this damn company!"

Dixie stepped towards him, a wide grin spreading over her face. "How on Earth could I not recognize the guy who's showin' everyone jes' what us Texans can do in the ring, huh?" She could feeling her heartbeat quickening within her chest, and despite herself Dixie was going into something of a fangirl mode towards Clyde. She had seen a lot of his matches, and was impressed by several of them and had always wanted to sneak over to the Tension side of the company sometime and meet him, but she had just never gotten the chance to do so. "Everyone knows who you are!"

When Clyde thanked her and seemed confused about her name, she just grinned again towards him, letting out another laugh. "Guess I ain't as famous as I thought, huh? Name's Dixie. Dixie Clemets!"

Clyde's face only got brighter and brighter as Dixie talked so highly of him. He wished he had his hat, he wanted to pull it over his head and cover his face because Dixie was only making the cowboy get more and more embarrassed and bashful by her comments, especially when the blonde bombshell got a bit closer with how excited she looked. To say he was one of the few good men... Anywhere! It was just something that got Clyde a bit wound up. In a good way.

"Yer' from Texas too!?" He gasped excitedly. Finally! Someone from back home! That was exciting to hear. But to say that everyone knows who he was, made Clyde lower his head and just grin widely. He felt his ego skyrocket.

He felt a little bad he didn't know who this woman was, but soon enough, Clyde got his awnser and his eyes widened before leaning in towards Dixie, sitting up on his knees and putting his hand on the barbell as he leaned towards the cowgirl.

"Yer' Dixie Clements!? Oh dang, man! I heard of ya! You wrestled in Rumble Roses back in the day!" Clyde beamed excitedly. Almost hopping up and down. "I'm sorry I ain't recognized ya. I've heard a lot about ya back in the day but I never had a chance to watch y'all show. Didn't get cable till I got a job in this place! Haha!" Said Clyde in an excited manner, it felt great being praised so highly by an established wrestler. He felt really bad he didn't recognize her face very well, but alas, cable was pricy back home for a kid who bailed hay and by the time he joined AFW, RR was done. Though he learned Dixie was in friction, it was almost impossible to spot her because of the huge roster... That and Clyde had trouble reading the schedule for Friction match-ups. Being in Japanese and all.

"It's a... It's a real honor to meet ya', Ms. Clemets." Clyde said nervously before extended his hand to her.

Dixie grinned when Clyde finally recognized her, feeling just as thrilled that someone remembered who she was, as he was that someone was praising him! She flexed one arm, giving him a wink as she gently patted her bulging muscle. "Dang right, I was in Rumble Roses! Strongest woman in the entire company! There weren't no one that could stand up against me hardly!"

She grabbed Clyde's hand when he extended it towards her, giving it a firm, hardy handshake. "Don't feel bad about it. Our company never was that big or nothin'. I don't think any of us really expected it to stick around fer too long." She let out a short sigh, giving a little shrug. "It doesn't matter. Things are mostly good here in the AFW, though I can't say I don't miss the old Rumble Roses days sometimes..." Her voice trailed off, and for a moment she seemed to stare off into space, lost in her own thoughts before snapping right back out of them, flashing Clyde a grin again.

"Anyway! It's an honor to meet you too...and hey! If yer ever wantin' to watch some of my old Rumble Roses stuff, I've got a complete DVD collection of our shorts. Maybe I can let you check 'em out sometime?"