Sibling Rivalries: Clyde Gastin Vs. Heather Sunderland (End)

Happy to have the girl's grip off of his neck, Clyde eagerly stood up against the wall, ready to confront his opponent in this fight he had been forced into. None the less, he had no real feelings of malice toward Heather. She just wanted a match and now Clyde had to give it to her.

It wasn't until Clyde looked down at the spilled bowl of popcorn did Clyde really obtain a need to fight with Heather. "Hey! My Popcorn! That was my last pack!" The Texan would cry out with regret before turning to Heather with a rather annoyed look on his face. "Alright missy... It's on like Donkey Kong Now!!" He would exclaim before he raised up his fists and charged at Heather, attempting to throw a wild haymaker at her jaw. If he missed however, he would most likely hit the dorm wall that Heather was leaning on.

As Heather sees Clyde rise to his feet, she picks herself up as well. It seemed the two were going to start this little match for real now. Heather smiled in excitement and readiness as she watched Clyde. Being quite new here she didn't know who he was just by his looks, but she didn't really care too much. All she cares about is just hoping that he'll put up at least a bit of a fight for her.

Heather's face turns to one of a bit of shock as she hears Clyde begin his cries after seeing his popcorn spilled onto the floor. She blinks a few times before bringing her hand to her mouth and breaking out in a laugh. "Weeell, maybe if you had just took my offer right away!" she says before she sees him charge at her with his fist in annoyance.

Heather quickly ducks and slips under the haymaker before slipping to get around to Clyde's back. As his fist hit the wall, Heather attempted to get him into a full nelson position before trying to run both of them forward to ram him into the wall.

"It ain't funny! That was my last pack!! Besides! I think you were suggestin' somethin' else when you said you were gald to find me!" Clyde would cry out and complain in anger and annoyance before letting loose his haymaker at Heather, which she swiftly avoided. Leaving Clyde's fist to hit the wall on its own.

"Yeeooww!!!!" The blonde brawler would cry out upon hitting the wall with a hard *Thunk*, shaking his wrist after punched the wall, rubbing his now sore knuckles.

Upon feeling Heather's grip around him before being placed into the Full Nelson, Clyde's eyes would widen before he tried to quickly get away by squirming, but to no avail.

"Aww shit!" He mutterd as he was being rammed forth by Heather toward the dorm wall. Thinking fast Clyde put up his left foot in order to stop Heather's ramming. If Sucessful, Clyde would attempt to push off of the wall and fall back with Heather under him, hoping a fall with him on top would do some damage to her. But depending on Heather, Clyde could still be in the full nelson upon landing on the floor with her.

"Something else? What else could I have meant?" She says as she tilts her head a bit after getting him in the full nelson, seemingly not understanding the misconception that could have easily happened with the way she worded things.

Immediately after she runs forward to ram Clyde into the wall, not expecting him to stop it midway. Noticing that they didn't go all the way into it, she tilts her head to get a better look at what happened. However what she didn't see was that Clyde had also pushed off with his foot and she didn't notice until she found them to be falling backwards. "Wh-huh!?" She lets out as they fall to the ground.

"Ghuah!" Landing flat on her back with Clyde on top of her, the impact causes her to yell out and release the full nelson she had on him. Clenching her teeth, she shook her head, a bit dazed from the fall.

"What Could you have meant!?!?" Clyde would exclaim in disbelief at Heather's reply right after he hit the floor with her, shaking his now freed arms loose before attempting to crawl around Heather and lock her in a Sleeperhold, kneeling down behind her with his arm across her throat, hoping the move would restrain her and put her out of the fight.

"...You came to me and were like... 'Im glad I found you', 'im bored', 'We can do it anywhere in the dorm!' Then you took that little sexy step foreward! Hell... You made it sound like a hentai match!" Clyde would confess to his original confusion when the two first met in the hellway. The misconception that Clyde made was mostly due to the fact that he had ran into several women who demanded hentai matches in the past, during his time in Sex Wars. Or perhaps he jumped to conclusions upon hearing Heather's words and became anxious. Either way, Clyde wouldnt help but be slightly embaressed.

As Clyde went to crawl around Heather, she started to sit up to make her way back to her feet but she is stopped immediately when he gets her in the sleeperhold. She grabs his arms as he locks it in and shuts her eyes from the pressure.

Hearing Clyde's explanation of the misconception, her eyes shoot open as her face turns red. "Wh-What!? H-hell no! Like I'd...ask for something...like that!" She yells between her struggles to get out of the hold. "You...wish! What...kind of girl...do you think I am!?" she continues as she grips harder on his arm that is across her throat. "Now just..Let go!" she says before releasing her grip with her right hand and tries to throw her fist up at Clyde's head, not really aiming since she can't see exactly where he is.

"Oh, Here we go..." Clyde thought to himself with a rather annoyed and frustrated expression upon his face after hearing Heather's reply to his misconception. He honestly expected something like this would happen, but Clyde saw Heather as very mature person and hoped to avoid a reaction and situation like this. But much to Clyde's dismay, he got exactly what he hoped to avoid. 'A girl who was angry with him because of what he said'.

"Well hell, girl! I don't know you! You'd be surprised by how ladies come up to Ol' Clyde Gastin and demand a to get freaky! After a while, you expect anything 'round here!" The Texan would argue as he tried to tighten the sleeperhold he had over Heather's throat. "Anything's possible up in Sex Wars, doll-face... It also does things to ya..." The texan would remark with some wisdom in his voice, which was a rare thing to find within Clyde Gastin.

He continued to try and keep his sleeperhold locked around Heather, and seemed to be doing a decent job at it. But as Heather threw up her fist at Clyde's head, the top of her middle knuckle would strike the right eye of the blonde, just below his eyebrow. "Ahh!! Shit!!" Clyde cried out before he released Heather and began clutching his acheing right eye with his hands, after the hit he took. Stunned for the moment and open for an attack.

"Well...not me." She says in reply to the first part of Clyde's words. Hearing the rest she thinks for a second before swinging her punch up at him. As he released her, Heather leaned forward before getting up on one knee. Coughing a bit as she rubs her neck with her hand, she gets to her feet before turning back to Clyde.

"Well whatever happens here, that doesn't really matter now. I'll...let that misconception slide." She says, a bit getting why he'd think so. If these dorms are full of those sorts of girls, then she guesses it isn't too ridiculous of a comment to make. "But get that thought out of your mind okay? As you can see that's not why I'm here!" She says before taking a few steps towards him.

"THIS is!" Heather tries to pull Clyde's legs up to make him lay on his back. If she can do this, holding his feet as she holds them upwards, she'll attempt to use them to vault herself over them, attempting to turn her body so she's facing the side and land on Clyde's chest with a leg drop.

Although Clyde heard everything Heather had to say, he was still too busy rubbing his sore eye to do anything against her as she pulled his legs up and forced him on his back. "Right... Duly noted that you ain't here for that." Said Clyde as he looked up at Heather with one eye open, while his right eye remained closed.

"...Sure would be easier on me if you were here for that though!" He would remark quickly, unable to keep himself from making a joke. He would say this just before Heather did that rotating leap over his legs and came crashing down across his chest with a powerful leg drop. The texan would grunt out in pain as he took the hit, laying on the Dorm floor with a bit of wind knocked out of him.

"Damn... What a move..." Clyde thought to himself just after taking Heather's Leg Drop, laying on the floor next to her. He was quite surprised by Heather's athletic ability, since it was rare to have High-Flyers in Sex Wars. Clyde had never fought against one up to this point and he knew his battle would Heather wouldnt be easy.

Hearing his remark before she performs the move, she laughs a bit under her breath. "Hah, oh you don't even know yet." she thinks to herself, thinking of the million things she could do with whatever is lying around. As the move connects, a big grin comes over her face. There it is again, the feeling of flying through the air, even if it was just a small jump. She loved that, almost as much as winning.

However, as she went to roll away, she would trip up on her dress a bit before getting to her knees. "Damnit...this thing." her complaints escape from her mouth as she gets to her feet. While it may be her favorite dress to wear just around, it's apparent that with her type of moves, it might not be the best thing to have on if she wants to keep up her speed. She sighs a bit knowing that even so, there's not much she can do now but hope it doesn't get in the way too much.

Turning around she goes to grab Clyde's arm to pull him up, trying to do it in a way where she would wrap her arm around his head. "Huh...you know this floor doesn't have as much give as the mat it seems." She says with a grin as she tries to spin them both around before jumping forward, attempting to bring Clyde down with a neckbreaker