Hardcore Hangover (For Thatoneguy)

Hardcore Match: Win by Pin or Submission, Falls Count Anywhere with No Disqualifications.

Back In The Saddle by Aerosmith began playing throughout the Arena as Clyde Gastin made his way to the ring with a steel chair in his hands. It had been just over 7 hours since Clyde Gastin got in a bar brawl with his 2nd Female Counterpart 'Chelsea Rivers', and got was ready for revenge. The girl had busted his nose last nite after a Beer Drinking Contest gone wrong and Clyde was looking for payback, along with somthing extra from Chelsea if he beat her.

"Ohhhh.... She's gonna get it alright..." Clyde said entering the ring which had been litterd wth Foreign Objects like Trashcan's, Steel Chairs, Cooking Sheets, Kendo Sticks and many other objects just scatterd around for the two to use on eachother.

"Chelsea Rivers.... You're Going Down...." Clyde said to himself as he waited in his corner for his Opponent to appear.

Beer by Psychostick blured across the arena and Chelsea had come out with a shopping cart that had a trash can in it filled to the brim with weapons. She had looked at Clyde, who looked just as, if not more scarred up the the ex-adverising model.

She would grab a golf club from the trash can and would enter the ring with it, holding it firmly and had smiled, swinging it a little to show Clyde what he was in for. "Ready to lose bucko?" Chelsea would mockingly ask Clyde.

"Heh... You ready to suck it, partner?" Clyde mocked back to Chelsea as he tapped the steet chair down on the ring mat repeatidly.

"Don't get too upset babydoll if I break ya!" Clyde said with a smirk as he waited in his corner for the bell.

"Heh, don't count on it bucko!" Chelsea would say with a smirk on her face, waiting for the bell to ring. As soon as it would ring she would advance towards Clyde and would attempt to hit Clyde in the stomach hard in a stabbing motion. "Get ready to lose, bitch!"

"YEA, AFTER YOU HOE!" Clyde yelled to his opponent before aiming a hard right cross at her chin, just as he caught the punch to his gut, sending him backwards, not really sure if his own punch hit Chelsea.

Chelsea had felt the right cross hit her in the face, and would stumble to the ropes, catching them when she got there. She would get her balence again before reaching in her pockets for some brass knuckles, if she got a hold of them she would wait for him to stand and would attempt to hit his gut again with the knuckles.

Clyde shook off the punch and marched forward toward Chelsea with his right arm edged back. "Gotcha Now Baby!!!" Clyde said with a wild grin before grabbing the back of Chelsea's hair, getting ready to deck her before he was suddenly stuck in the gut again by the Brass Knuckles.

"OOOOOHHHHHhhhhhh...!!!" Clyde groaned out loudly, spitting up a bit as he dropped to his knees clutching his gut in pain. "T-T-That was so ffff-Fuckin cheap!!" He growled to chelsea, looking up.

Chelsea would simply smile and would drop the knuckles and kick them out of the ring, so now she would attempt to hit him in the jaw with her left fist. "Uh, HELLO?! HARDCORE MATCH?!" Chelsea would say with a tone, attempting to get out of the ring and would start to toss weapons of every sort into the ring.

Chelsea's fist connected to Clyde's jaw, sending his head slinging back as he fell over, landing face down. "Aww... S-Shut up!" Clyde said spitting out a bit of blood from his mouth, before reaching into his hat and taking out a Taser. Waiting for Chelsea to reenter the ring as he saw Chairs, Kendo Sticks, and Sledge Hammers, and Trash Cans, fly all over the place. "Come Ere Chelsea... Daddy's got a present for ya!" Clyde said with an evil smile hiding the taser behind him.

Chelsea had finished getting weapons into the ring, and would slide in with a chair. She would stand up and would attempt to hit Clyde in the head with a vertical swing. "Heh heh! You are such a fool Clyde!" Chelsea would shout out.