The Tiger's Den

At each of Clyde's questions Zero nodded in confirmation. She didn't find the offer of help as strange as Clyde did. Clyde certainly needed the help and Zero was someone who could give it to him. Her ring experience greatly exceeded his after all.

"The catch?" Zero repeated. She wasn't surprised that Clyde was suspicious. "You'd...probably get hurt some more. In fact, I guarantee you'll get hurt some more. But I can prepare you for your title match." She loked her yllo gaze with Cyde. "If you'd let me..."

"Hurt more huh? Great..." Groaned Clyde at the thought of Zero inflicting even more pain onto him. He was still sore from their last mach and was barely starting to recover. Now he was gonna get smacked around more? He was just about to say No to Zero as he turned his head to look at her, but as he did, he ran into those bright yellow eyes of her's that looked right through him, as her somber voice made the texan melt.

"Yes..." He mutterd without thinking, before awaking from his discrated stupor with horror, wondering just what the hell he said and gotten himself into.

Zero tilted her head in surprise at Clyde's answer. She had expeted the man to flat out refuse her. From what she had learned of him he wasn't really commited to hard work, let alone training. Why would he suddenly agree now?

Shrugging off her won question, Zero nodded at Clyde. "Let's start, then," Zero said, and wold then stand up and walk to the room center. On the way there, she would reach for the bottom of her shirt, and then unexpectedly pull it over her head, exposing her blue bra that supported her rather impressive rack.

"Aww Man" Clyde would think to himself as Zero stood up and prepared their training. Already feeling like he was gonna be in a world of hurt and wondering if things could get any worse, But they didnt; in fact the situation got a whole lot better for Clyde Gastin as he turned to see that sexy dark blue bra with that firmilar ample bust that Clyde was treated to gaze upon once more. "Training is good." He thought to himself with a sly smirk as he stood up before Zero.

"If I knew training was gonna be this exiting I woulda said 'yes' ages ago..." Clyde would say, with his eyebrow raised while trying to make his voice sound deeper as he removed his white t-shirt to reveal a rather skinny and average looking body upon himself that seemed to carry almost no muscle or fat. He then approached Zero at the center of the room, scratching the top of his head before asking. "So Teacher... What am I learning?" Clyde would ask curiously.

Zero ignored lyde's expectedly lecherous comment. She didn't even feel embaressed showing Clyde bra. The way she saw it, Clyde had already seen everything when she was in the shower, so what else was there to be embaressed about? And so, topless, she turned to face Clyde, watching as he took his shirt off as well. He didn't have the build of a practiced fighter, but from what she could tell he engaged in regular activity to have some degree of muscle. Zero herself didn't look all that strong, but one look at her smoothly toned formed told the world she had been fighting for years.

"First things first," she said to Clyde. She headed to her closet and opened the door, digging through it until she found what she was looking for. She pulled out two pairs of MMA gloves, one of whih she tossed to Clyde. "Put them on," she ordered, and was already fitting on her own. Once they were both laced up, Zero turned to Clyde with her usual blan expression, and in the bluntest voice ever said, "Hit me." And she would point at her face, indicating Clyde to hit her right in the kisser.

Catching one of the MMA gloves in his hands while fumbling for the other before pressing it against his chest to catch the other glove. Clyde then slipped the gloves on both of hands rather quickly before he turned back to Zero, who in turn commanded the Texan to punch her right in the mouth. "Huh?" He'd ask in slow toned voice, before he did indeed comprehend what Zero asked of him.

Some men would have trouble punching right in her mouth. Not Clyde Gastin, he was a man with no morals and had been fist fighting with his twin sister Bonnie since before they could walk. For Clyde Gastin, Punching a lady was just like Punching a Man; He didnt mind punching either one. With a wind up of his closed fist, Clyde would thrust his knuckles right where Zero pointed towards, putting quite a bit behind it.

Zero watched Clyde shift in stance and his muscles tense up, realizing he atually was going for the punch. When it came, Zero's gloved hand would fly up to catch it jut inches before it struck her face. It seemed Clyde had no problems striking women, which was a good thing in this league....she supposed.

"Not a bad punch," Zero complimented. Clyde was obviously used to using his fists. There didn't seem to be any formal training behind it, but he had found his own method through his fights. Suddenly Zero would grab the arm she stopped, pull Clyde in and twist it behind his back.

"But what happens when you can't hit your opponant?" Zero would whisper into his ear, and would then release his arm to step back from him.

Clyde gritted his teeth as he saw Zero catch his punch. "Damn..." He'd whisper to himself, growing a bit frustrated at the fact that Zero caught his punch rather easily, making it look childs play. He was then taken by surprise as Zero suddenly got ahold of Clyde's arm and pulled the texan into an armbar of sorts, wincing from the sting he felt as Zero twisted it behind his back.

"I..." Growled Clyde between his teeth, tensing up as Zero whisperd in the blonde's ear, getting a little uneasy as he felt her soft breath trickle against him as he tried to somehow grab at Zero with his free arm. Clyde would try reaching for Zero who stood behind him, as best he could, but he wasnt able to get a grip on her at all. "Dammit..." Clyde would to himself, sounded a bit defeated.

".... Try that again..." Clyde would say, picking his head back up and turning to Zero with a determined look on his face.

"You have a good punch," Zero said, throwing a few phantom punchess through the air as she said this, her breasts jiggling with every thrust. "But that won't be be enough. A wrestler brings three types of styles into the ring; strikes, throws, and submissions. Each is used to bring your opponant down, and to keep them guessing." She then stopped punching and stopped to take a breath. "If you don't have all three, you can't progress as a wrestler."

She started to stretch now, something she didn't do in their first. "i can teach you a few holds. Nothing special, but at least you'll have a few more in your arsenal."

Clyde would attempt to pay attention to the lesson that Zero was trying to share with him but would appear to get rather easily distracted as couldnt help but watch Zero's ample breasts bounce, barely hearing at all what Zero was trying to tell him until the very last sentence. "Uh Huh!" Clyde would nod to Zero with a goofy smirk. "Dont you worry your pretty little head babe, I got this!" Clyde would say with a wide confident grin.

"A few holds huh? I know the Boston Crab and Sleeper! That's about it..." Clyde would mutter, scratching his head, having a basic wrestling arsenal at best.