Tearing Down The House With Heather & Clyde (Complete)

"They better not be recordin' this shit..." Clyde thought to himself as his face remained planted into the ruined cake, hearing Heather's loud mocking laugh making things only more humiliating and embarrassing, getting a bit red under the collar as she taunted him further. But it wouldn't be until Heather made her remark about the Wedding Party that Clyde really got himself back into the fight, even as Heather yanked his head back up by his hair and tried to stuff his head back into the cake.

"Aww Hell naw!" Clyde would exclaim as his head was lifted out of the cake, planting his arms down on the table to hold himself up, before he tried to quickly ram his elbow under Heather's stomach.

"Weddin' Party, My ass!" Clyde would yell out if his elbow struck Heather before turning to grab her by the top of her pants and her arm. "Why don't you get ah taste, Ms. Sunderland!!" Clyde would roar out before trying to whip Heather foreword and send her face into the cake.

Heather was having quite the time messing with Clyde like this. She felt that it served him right from him messing around with another girl behind her back, and where did that leave him? On the wrong end of being humiliated all because the girl he was messing with told a lie, pinning all the blame on him. Well she wasn't going to let him get away with it easily or feel bad for him, she had him right where she wanted him.

Or so she thought..

"A-ah!?" Heather lets out as Clyde planted his arms down on the table, stopping her from ramming his head back into the cake. She then let out a pained grunt as he rammed his elbow into her gut, forcing her to release his hair and go to stumble back a little, holding her gut in the process. However, as she went to step backwards, she suddenly felt Clyde grab hold of her arm and pants as she then quickly found herself being tossed into the cake, just as she had done to Clyde before.

"Ugffhhh" She lets out as she winds up with her face shoved into the cake, herself now feeling the embarrassment that Clyde must have felt just earlier.

"Taste's real good. Don't it, 'honey'!?!?" Clyde would taunt to Heather in a sarcastic tone of voice just after stuffing her face into the cake, with a few of the spectators starting to cheer and clap at the scene in front of them.

"Shut The Fuck Up!!" Clyde would cut the crowd off as he turned to them with a very disgruntled scowl upon his face, not really in the best of moods right now. He honestly didn't want to fight Heather, even though his anger and frustration towards her helped with starting their fight, forgetting that his previous antics in the ring are what really helped set Heather off.

"You damn right about us goin' home! But I'm gonna leave your ass there!" Clyde would yell to Heather before he went to climb the cake stained table, standing on the mound of the cake with his boots as he went to haul Heather up to her knees, trying to shove her head between his legs as he staggered on the slippery surface, appearing to be getting ready to go for a Texas Piledriver on the cake splattered table.

Heather couldn't believe how her position went from one quite favorable to a humiliating one. She cursed the fact that there were so many people watching in the room, earlier paying no heed to it but now their presence was definitely something that she wished would go away. She heard some of their cheers and claps, heightening her embarrassment more until she was startled by Clyde's yelling. Surprised to hear how mad he was, it almost made her equally mad.

"He has no right to be so mad. It's his..goddamned fault." Heather thinks to herself as she hears him. In her mind she was completely justified for flipping on him for what he did. Any woman would...well maybe not as to the extreme as she took it, but still she felt like she was completely in the right in this little fight that the two were having, although deep inside she wished Clyde didn't give her the reason to fight him.

Hearing his next line though hit her straight again. He just kept saying things like that and although she might not want to admit it, it was really ripping her up inside. The thought of him actually acting on the words that he's saying, she wanted to drive out of her mind as soon as she could but yet he kept hammering that thought in her, the thought in the back of her mind that he might leave her from how much he disliked being with her.

"Fuck you...Clyde...damnit.." She lets out a bit quiet as she then feels herself being lifted up a bit by Clyde, her head shoved in between his legs. She knew what he was setting up for, he saw him perform this move and knows all about it. Quickly trying to act on getting him out, she reaches down for his ankles before attempting to pull his feet forward on the slippery table, trying to make him fall onto his back on it. "Don't..think I'm out from something like that!" She says if she is able to escape.

Clyde had a habit of saying things that he didn't mean while he was angry. Heather being the best of example of someone earning that attitude from Clyde due to their inability to simply talk things out, even though in truth, Clyde had been in the wrong from the start, Heather just had a habit of taking things to another level. "Shoulda never messed around with Cecilia..." Thought Clyde to himself as he hauled Heather up. Believing that this entire situation could have been avoided if he hadn't let his hormones get the better of him. Starting to think that he and Heather would have been watching a movie on TV while the both of them laid on Heather's comfy bed, knocking boots till the sun rose the next day.

Not Tonight Though...

As Clyde bends himself foreword and prepares to lift Heather up into the piledriver, he is sent slamming onto his back as Heather pulls out his legs from under him. Causing Clyde to fall back onto the table and crash into the splattered cake before he starts to slowly slip off due to the slippery surface, causing the table to tilt over as Clyde falls to the floor, covered in cake as he clutches the back of his throbbing head while laying on the hard concrete floor.

Being able to escape from the grasp of Clyde, before being set up completely for his finishing move, Heather lets out a bit of a sigh of relief. If she would have taken such a move she might have been knocked out right there, put through the table that was now smeared with cake. She gets back up on her knees to relax a bit, however immediately she was interrupted completely. As Clyde hit his back, sliding off a bit, the whole table began to tip over. "W-woah" She lets out as it falls, her landing on her side.

"Guh.." She lets out as she rubs her side a bit. Taking a breath, she quickly gets back up on her feet, stretching herself out a bit. She goes to run her fingers through her hair and finds that her bangs and the top part of her hair was covered with the frosting and pieces of the cake. She blinks a bit as she pulls her hands back, staring at the frosting that came out before clenching her fists.

"AAARGH! WHAT THE HELL!!" She yells out as her rage seeps out from her, her face glowing red from the anger. She reaches over to a bowl of water that was on the table before dunking the top of her head in it, wetting and cleaning her hair. Even though it was fine now, her anger still didn't cease. Grabbing the large bowl that was near it, filled with punch, she went over to Clyde and tilted it over, trying to pour it all out on him.

"YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" She continues yelling before trying to throw the faux glass (Plastic) bowl at his gut.

At this point, both Heather and Clyde now smelled like Cake and Popcorn, the both of them having shoved the two substances at each other, especially the cake, which was covered in. "Ehh..." Clyde would mutter as he felt squashed cake against his back as he laid on the floor, his back covered in it. Upon hearing Heather's angry yell, Clyde turned to face her through his frosting covered eyes, seeing Heather approach him with a very large bowl of punch within it.

"Aww No Wai--!" Clyde would try to protest to Heather before a stream of red punch poured all over Clyde, soaking the boy from head to toe, his thick mop of blonde hair draping over his eyes, unable to see now, slipping on the floor as he tried to stand, catching the bowl in his stomach that Heather threw at him.

"Ugh!" Clyde would grunt as he clutched his stomach being hit with the bowl, staggering and slipping around as he tried to stand on his feet, dripping punch from his soaked body.

The crowd could only look on and whisper at the sight before them, whispering things like. "Wonder what he did?" "She's such a bitch." "I think he deserves it?" "Why does he put up with her?" This would all go unnoticed by Clyde however as he tried to simply crawl away towards the nearest door, slipping under another table that stood up as he tried to get away from a very angry Heather, not caring if she would notice him leaving and didn't have any distraction. He had to retreat.

Heather took a deep breath after slamming the large bowl onto Clyde's stomach. She was trying to calm herself down but she just couldn't. Ruffling her hair a bit with her hands, she shakes the water out of it, drying it a bit, seemingly not paying attention to Clyde as he begins to walk away. She was a bit more concerned about the mess in her hair. That is..until she noticed that Clyde was inching himself away.

"Oooh no you don't" Heather says, stomping over to Clyde as he slipped underneath a table. Shoving the table over in a rage, she makes her way further over to Clyde, until she somehow picks up one of the whispers from one of the spectators. She turned and looked at him, seemingly a member of the Tension crew, not an actual wrestler. She made her way over to him and grabbed him by the shirt, lifting him up off his chair a bit.

"What the fuck did you just say!? Mind your fucking business!" Heather says before shoving him, causing him to slam into the back of his chair, landing on his back. Quickly, Heather's gaze shifted back over to Clyde. Seeing how close he was to the door, she quickly dashed towards him, jumping and trying to dropkick him in the ass, hoping to knock him forward into the next room.

"Shit!-Shit!-Shit!-Shit!-Shit!-Shit!" Clyde would exclaim as he crawled away from an angrily stomping Heather who flipped the table over, which nearly landed on top of him as she did this. He felt like Heather was going to surely catch him until she suddenly turned her attention to a Staff member.

"Yes!" Clyde would exclaim in relief as Heather went to deal with that poor nameless bastard who inadvertently helped him escape, at least that's what he thought until Heather suddenly rushed him and slammed her feet into his rear with a dropkick.

"Yeow!" Clyde would cry out before sliding into the next room, rolling into the kitchen and knocking over a man carrying a tray full of cookies that he would soon spill as he bumped into Clyde, who would frantically crawl over towards the cooking sheet and try to reach it before turning around and trying to desperately nail Heather on top of the head with the metal cooking sheet, sending several cookies flying as he swung in frantic desperation.

Hitting the dropkick successfully on Clyde, Heather rests just a bit on the floor, lying on her back. She didn't go completely scotch free from delivering that move, in fact because she jumped through the air with the dropkick, she landed pretty bad on the hard floor on her back. She lets out a bit of a groan as she rubs her back from the pain.

"Damn..." Heather lets out as she clicks her tongue before standing up again. Hitting her back a bit to numb the pain, she arches it and stretches before walking towards Clyde, following him into the kitchen.

Just as she walks in though, she is taken off guard as Clyde smacks her in the head with the metal cooking sheet. "Gagh!" Heather lets out as she stumbles back, falling backwards onto the floor from the hit as she holds her forehead from the pain.