Clyde Gastin Vs. Heather Sunderland

"It's what started all this wasn't it!? You can't tell me what happened at the end of our fight that first day didn't change everything!" Clyde said, standing by what he said, regardless if he was right or wrong. Perhaps he didn't know what was right or wrong anymore. He never thought much on the beginning, just the ending.

When she asked where she would be if it wasn't for Friction, Clyde was quick to interject. "You'd be with me, goddammit! Y-" He blurted out, about to say other things but wasn't able to speak as he wanted to hear Heather out, her words making him shake his head.

"Yeah, ruined nuthin' fer you." He said. That seemed to be quite true. "You weren't ever weak, Heather. The only time you were weak is when you let yourself think you were.... But if you've done so well prove me shut me up and prove me wrong!" He demanded while getting his arms up, glaring and biting his lip before moving in for a lockup with Heather.

"No! That's NOT what started it! You touching me up is what almost made it NOT happen!!" Heather let out, infuriated by Clyde's idea that his sexual enticement is what got her to get with him. She knew in her head that wasn't the case for a second, and she remembered even telling Clyde exactly what drew her to him, that's what got her angry the most.

"..I was nowhere near as skilled in the ring then as I am now..I got trained from more than one person and just experience in matches..but fine! I'll just show you!" Heather let out as she saw Clyde signal for the lockup. She would take his hands, going to join him in it, but instead would kick both her legs up, trying to pull Clyde into a bodyscissors, trying to wrap her legs around his waist, the two of them more than likely falling if she locked it in.

"Bull... [size=90:1oj9tasv]Shit..." Clyde muttered, getting a little quieter towards the end. Was that really true that him touching her almost made their relationship not happen? But she ended up kissing him back when he kissed her. Clyde was a bit confused. He felt one of the factors of her leaving him was that he honestly wasn't good enough compared to those friction girls with the master finger work and that their final argument was the final push. Maybe now he'd find out all he needed to know to fully move on. He needed those answers.

Clyde met Heather mid way for the apparent lockup but would instead find himself pulled in for a sudden body-scissors. The unexpected and swift leap up made Clyde's eyes shoot wide, everything looked a little slower on TV and Clyde forgot just how fast Heather could be in person.

"S-Shit." Clyde growled through this teeth as his waist was squeezed, being pulled down with Heather, Clyde stayed on his feet though as he was hunched over uncomfortably.

As Heather locked her legs around Clyde's waist, she grinned widely, squeezing with all that she had. In turn, in her head she wanted answers as well. She didn't want to go on hating someone that she used to love like that. That sort of thing dwelling on her mind was the worst. Heather didn't like making enemies out of strangers let alone past lovers. However what came out of this was to be determined.

With the hold locked in though, she would see Clyde still remaining on his feet, causing her to grit her teeth just a bit. "You're...a bit stronger than before I can tell." Heather let out through her straining her legs before she would shoot her arms up, trying to wrap them around his head to pull him in for a breast smother to go along with the scissor hold, thinking it a perfect way to weaken him.

Clyde forgot how hard Heather could squeeze with those legs, it felt like a vice and it hurt, but it wasn't something he couldn't endure. Enduring her attacks was easy, he was just worried he'd have trouble with his own offense. The last thing he wanted to do was slug her across the jaw. But he knew he would be as good as dead if he held back.

"Ngh... More than you know... Honey." He muttered through his teeth before he felt Heather's arms wrap around his head, pulling him face first into her breasts. "Mmph!" Clyde let out, his face turned beat red and his heart felt heavy. Part of him was already worried because this was something Heather could beat him with already and another part of him was just... bothered.

"Jesus Mary Joseph... Don't tempt me with yer body." Thought Clyde. Barely believing he wanted to shove away an embrace he missed so much. With defiance, Clyde snapped his arms around the back of Heather's thighs and tried to heave her up along with him, trying to lift her up and carry her. If that worked, Clyde would begin to run towards where he was sure a corner was located, trying to slam Heather against the turnbuckle, hoping to break the smother scissors before she cut off his air and put him out.

"Hmph.." Heather let out through her smirk, thinking that through this she could start to take Clyde down as she forced his face into her breasts. She was hoping that he would be weak to this sort of thing, looking to get an advantage in every way possibly as she held on with all she had, trying to cut off his air fully with her breasts and that tight scissor hold.

Soon though, she would feel him grab her by her thighs, causing her eyes to widen as she would be lifted up. She held on stronger than before, trying desperately to stop what he was doing with the smother scissors, but instead her back would be slammed against the turnbuckle, causing her to yell out in pain as she would be forced to let go of the double hold, ending up with her back against the corner, draping herself there before she would try to push away.

Clyde gasped in relief as the double hold was released, knowing prolonged exposure to the move would have knocked him out cold, but Clyde had a few tricks up his sleeve, even some he was reluctant to use for Heather's usual tactics.

Clyde tried to out-muscle Heather and immediately shove his shoulder against her stomach. "Well that was my-" He let out right during shove. "-Favorite part of the reunion so far!" He finished before trying to drive his shoulder into her abdomen a third time if she didn't stop him.

Heather would quickly try to regain herself as she shook her head, trying to take a deep breath to push herself away, but before she could, she would feel Clyde ram his shoulder against her stomach. She would let out a loud groan, the air forced out of her as she doubled over.

As if that wasn't enough, she felt him do that same thing again and again, driving his shoulder into her abs three times, Heather fully doubled over as she grit her teeth, shaking her head at his words. "Gh..Shut..up.." Heather let out, holding her gut in pain.

Clyde lifted himself away from the corner after the third hit. Getting rather confident now that he managed to put some damage on her body already without too much trouble, smirking in approval at working her over early. He had something on his mind to say but felt one more follow up should allow him to put him in a strong lead towards a clean victory. That seemed important to do right now.

Clyde cupped Heather's thighs and tried to lift her up to seat her on the top turnbuckle while he climbed to the 2nd rope, trying to drape her arm around him while he gripped the top of her pants.

"You always did like flying..." He muttered before attempting to lift Heather and fall backwards, going for an early superplex!

Heather knew she was in trouble. She had taken a few good hits to her gut and she was pressed up against the corner. Clyde had the advantage and it looked like he was about to try to cement it in further. Heather couldn't let that happen. This early in the match she knew she couldn't take this bad a beating.

As she was lifted up onto the top rope, seated on the turnbuckle, she felt Clyde begin to set her up for that superplex, saying that little joke before he did. "Very funny!" Heather let out in frustration before she would ball up her fist, trying desperately to punch Clyde in the side constantly, trying to make him let her go, not wanting to take that superplex, knowing how devastating a move it was.