Hardcore Hangover (For Thatoneguy)

Clyde dashed foreward as fast as he could once Chelsea tried to bring down the chair down upon his head. Clyde feet slid foreward along the mat as he approched Chelsea, bringing his arm up to stop her from bringing the chair down, as Clyde pulled out the taser and thrusted his arm foreward at Chelsea gut.

"And You're a pain in the ass!!" Clyde yelled back to Chelsea

Chelsea felt her gut get tazed and had dropped the chair, and had attempted to roll out of the ring. She would sit out of the ring and would start to breathe in and out. She would walk away and would grab some more steel chairs and would start to throw them into the ring, aiming to hit Clyde with one of them, or even more.

Clyde grinned a sadistic happy grin as his hidden tazer met Chelsea's flesh and would laugh in triumph as Chelsea retreated. "Shockin... Ain't it?" Clyde would mutter happily with a smirk before a steel chair would rain down and strike the top of his head. "Ow!! Whut tha hell!?". As the steel chairs began to rain down on his head, clyde would cover himself, wrapping his arms along the top of his head before retreating from Chelsea's strike zone.

"Gah Dammit Woman! Nobody throws chairs in rasslin!!" Clyde would yell from across the ring, stomping on the canvas in frustration. "You're ass is mine!!" Clyde would roar from the other end of the ring before dashing towards the other side where Chelsea was standing beside.

If Chelsea could not stop Clyde with her chairs, Clyde would dive through the ropes and attempt to splash himself onto Chelsea for a Suicide Dive.

Chelsea would get into the ring before Clyde went out, or at least that what she wished as she was hit by the suicide dive. She would at least attempt to get up after words and would attempt to stomp on Clyde, however this would be slow due to the dive hitting her.

"Yes they do! Haven't you ever watched hardcore wrestling?!"

"Yes I be watching woman! Ow! AND I AIN'T SEEN NOBODY THROW A FUCKIN CHAIR!" Roared Clyde back to Chelsea as she stomped on him before rolling away.

"You know bitch... We coulda been great pals!" Clyde mutterd as she crawled to his feet, stumbling away before landing against the rail. "We coulda been drinkin' buddies! But now Im'a gonna have to kick your ass!!" Said Clyde with a wily grin before trying to approach Chelsea and throw a massive haymaker at her jaw.

Chelsea had watched as Clyde went for the haymaker, however Chelsea had barely avoided the punch by ducking under it. She would raise back up and would attempt to punch Clyde in the back of the head.

"Well then you aren't watching close enough, does the name Sabu ring a bell?"

Clyde put alot into that haymaker he threw out towards Chelsea, intending to knock her out with just one punch. However, to his surprise, Chelsea ducked under the punch which sent Clyde nearly spinning around as his fist cut through nothing but wind, only to get a stiff punch to the back of his head. "Owww!!! Yes I know who fucking Shamu is!" Clyde would yell back to Chelsea as he stomped away from her, clutching the back of his head.

Chelsea had facepalmed and shook her head. "Not Shamu smart guy!" Chelsea yelled, stomping towards him, wanting to get him right in the face. She would attempt to turn him around and would try to punch him in the face soon after turning him around.