Clyde Gastin Vs. Tai Kamiya: Dumpster Match

Clyde fell like a P-51 Mustang plummeting to the earth to drop a bomb on the earth, which Clyde did in fact do as he rained a massive elbow drop from the top turnbuckle all the way to the outside where Tai was, sticking it right to the veteran in the stomach. Clyde's arm and some of his body would bounce onto the concrete following the massive drop, making Clyde grit his teeth and wince from the pain as he hit the hard surface, rolling away from Tai and holding his body that ached from the crazy move. It hurt, but he smiled lightly. Even if his side ached.

With a wince, Clyde rolled onto his feet and staggered to the trash can, turning it to face them before trying to grab Clyde's legs and turn them so he could face the trash can.

"I'm sendin' ya back ta' where you belong, Kamiya! Say Hi to yer mom for me!" Clyde let out with a smug grin before attempting to drop back and slingshot Tai towards the trash can where he'd hopefully go inside or have his stomach drop on the edge before falling over inside... Or at least remain there if Clyde managed to pull this off.

While Clyde was recovering from his high risk elbow drop, Tai was panting, regaining his breath bit by bit, though not in time to avoid having his legs grabbed by his opponent, Tai struggling and attempting to kick his feet free...only to find Clyde using his body as a counterweight to slingshot Tai's body chest first onto the dumpster.

Tai's body would hit the edge of the dumpster, starting to lean towards falling in, before Tai, kicking his legs, would manage to shift his momentum back, his feet hitting the bottom edge of the dumpster while he held onto the edge, righting himself as he managed to catch his breath, before looking behind to see that Clyde was close and just getting to his feet after the slingshot.


"Can we leave the moms out of this!?"


He yelled back, a little upset this drunken cowboy had the nerve to mention his mom. Despite being less then a foot off the ground, Tai decided to try and use his body as a weapon, throwing himself backwards off the dumpster, his only "plan" being to crash his body into Clyde's and hope it took the slightly smaller wrestler down!

Clyde hit the slingshot and launched Tai towards the dumpster, happy that he hit the mark but was dissapointed he didn't go inside of course.

"I'll think about it." Responded plainly to Tai as he fumbled on the edge of the Dumpster. Clyde sighed knowing he would have to take care of this now so he began to approach the trash can only to have Tai begin to shift his momentum and suddenly leap backwards, right towards Clyde.

"Fuck." He let out before Tai smashed back into him, throwing him to the concrete below and landing with a rough impact on the floor was he was knocked down, rolling away and clutching his head and scrambling back up after this, quick to stand up.

"Oh wanna fight now, do we!?" Said the cowboy, waiting for Tai to get up before he rushed him, winding his arm back before trying to throw a big right swing, attempting a stiff right haymaker towards his Jaw.

Tai took the lesser of the impact, his back colliding with Clyde, falling to his knees before getting up and turning around to see Clyde preparing to swing at him.

Seeing the wide swing coming, Tai would duck his head and swing his left arm towards Clydes wide right, avoiding the blow while hooking his arm around Clyde's and using it to swing his body around behind the cowboys. Once behind him, Tai smirked and quickly tried to move both men forward to ram Clyde's body into the front of the dumpster!


"Take this!"

Clyde narrowed his eyes as Tai ducked the blow. "Gah Damn." he muttered as the haymaker just swung and hit nothing, watching after Tai ducked down and began to swing himself right behind Clyde.

"Aww hell." Clyde muttered, unable to do anything as he was rammed face first into the dumpster, head bouncing off the thing, falling backwards and rolling onto his shoulders before falling onto his front, dazed by the hit.

Tai wouldn't want to let up as Clyde flipped back onto his front, knowing Clyde would be too dangerous to just be left alone.

Seeing as Clyde was already on his stomach and dazed, Tai realized now was the perfect time to give Clyde an S.T.D.!

"Heh...ready to hurt Cowboy!?"


Tai asked as he laid down by Clyde's side, preparing for the S.T.D. Not just any S.T.D., but his patented Special Torment Device hold number three, or S.T.D. 3 for short. Grabbing Clyde's right arm and straightening it out, Tai would trap said arm between his legs, holding it in place while he reached around the cowboys head and locked his fingers right in front of Clyde's face before pulling back, putting strain on Clydes neck and face with the painful Crossface hold!

Clyde was dazed after hitting the dumpster face first and could do little but writhe on the arena floor in a stunned state, which allowed the veteran plenty of time to follow up on the downed cowboy.

"...Ngh... Fuck you, Tinkerbell..." Clyde let out through his teeth, trying to shake off the hit he took on the dumpster. Unable to defend himself, Clyde was unable to stop Tai from grabbing his arm and trapping it before locking his fingers in front of his face and suddenly yanking back to lock in a painful crossface that wrenched Clyde's face and neck.

"Gaaahhh!! F-Ffffuck!!" Clyde let out, shutting his eyes and squirming in the hold that wrenched his neck painfully, clawing at the mat as he was pulled back painfully. He wasn't a submission expert. This hurt a lot.

Tai pulled back hard on the crossface, silently enjoying Clydes cries of pain, feeling that he was making him pay for his insulting comments. Granted, this wasn't a submission match, so there was no point in applying the hold...but it felt good. Damn Good.

Tai kept the hold in for over a minute, before finally letting go, getting to his feet and looking under the ring, looking to see if there was any weapons or items he could use against him.

Even if the match he was in didn't allow submissions falls, Clyde may have tapped if he didn't get loose and Tai kept the hold up. The crossface hurt that much.

However as Tai released the hold, Clyde slumped to the mat and held onto his neck, thankful he didn't hold onto the damn thing for like 20 minutes until Clyde couldn't move. Nothing would have been more humiliating than talking so much trash and being made to say uncle afterwards. But he supposed this was a good thing, Tai wasn't a wussy like he thought. Maybe he just had a bad day against Parker and Akashi? Maybe he just got better since then? Either way, Clyde was glad he wasn't a total wuss. Sort of.

Tai had plenty of time to get a weapon since Clyde remained on the mat, nursing his wounds.

While he didn't know if anybody expected the match to get this violent, Tai was still able to pull out a few items. Aluminum trash cans with lids, possibly belonging to cleaning staff and meant for after the show, a small length of chain, some small pipes, possibly spare parts for building the ring, before finally pulling out a thick Singapore Cane.

Raising the martial arts weapon over his head with both hands, Tai brought it down with a cry over Clydes back!