Tearing Down The House With Heather & Clyde (Complete)

As Clyde laid on the floor and held his throbbing head and neck he hears Heather starts to laugh, and immediately looks over at her with a very questionable look upon his face, wondering what was so funny to her.

"Pfft... Ever think that's why I don't even wanna go back to YOUR home!?" Clyde would shoot back bitterly at Heather, putting emphasis on 'your home' instead of just saying home.

As Heather straddles Clyde, he instantly expects her to start punching, but to his surprise he finds Heather's butter laced dress being shoved in his face, grinding it down against him. "Muphh" Clyde would emit under his muffled voice as he tried to pry Heather's hand off of him but couldn't, and would end up flailing his arms and legs a bit as he took the buttery dress smother.

Keeping her position on top of Clyde, Heather's grin was clearly showing, her enjoyment of the situation seeping out quite a bit as she kept on trying to get her revenge on Clyde's actions. However his next words hit her again. It was that same thing that she hated hearing him say. It was a hammer that kept driving in the nail of the supposed fact that Clyde didn't want to be with her or come home to her.

Hearing this, she hung her head just a bit and bit at her bottom lip. Removing the dress from his face, she looked down at him. "D-do you even think before you say stuff like that!?" Heather snaps at him as she clenches her fists. Pulling her hand back, she opens her palm and swings directly for Clyde's cheek, aiming to hit him with a vicious slap.

Clyde didn't really think about what he was saying to Heather. While it was true that he was angry with her, he didn't really plan on leaving her, at least not for very long. Either way, Clyde wouldn't take back anything he said, and was only spurred on to keep them as Heather snapped at him.

"No! I just tell it like it is!!" Clyde would snap back at Heather before he catches a hard slap across the face from Heather that snaps his head to the side, shutting his eyes and gritting his teeth in reflex as he took the hit, leaving a bright red mark on the side of his cheek.

"Don't know why the hell I put up with ya!!" Clyde would yell back at Heather before trying to get his foot up under her body while pulling back on her shoulders, attempting to flip her over his head.

"Keh...tell it like it is..I'd be surprised if there was ever a fucking time when your mind wasn't clouded by alcohol, I don't think it's even possible for you to tell it like it is ever!" Heather snaps back at Clyde as he defends his words. She wanted him to take it back, through her anger and frustration she was showing, on the inside she really wanted him to take it back, a slight pain developing in her chest.

Taken by surprise by Clyde again, he was able to slip his foot under her body and flip her over him. "Ah!" Heather lets out as she flips through the air, landing on her back on the hard floor again. Letting out a loud, pained groan, she arches her back a bit, rubbing the area where she felt the impact before letting her back lie on the floor again. "Damnit..." She lets out as she takes a deep breath.

"The hell I can't! For all you know I see everythin' that's wrong with my life when Im hammered!" Clyde would respond to Heather just after she snapped at him and was swiftly flipped over his head.

"That hurt!?" Clyde would ask Heather in a loud almost taunting tone of voice as he looked down at her after hitting the hard arena floor, walking over to her to try and pick her up by the arm before he spotted another pair of doors in the hallway that led to somewhere else in the arena.

"Im out this bitch... See Ya, babe!" Clyde would shoot to Heather bitterly before leaving her on the floor and trying to go through the doors, not really sure where it would lead him to.

Letting her back pain sink in before waiting for herself to recover from it, Heather lies on the ground while shaking her head a bit. She hears Clyde's taunting and clicks her tongue. "Fuck you...of course it did." Heather thinks to herself as she mulls over in her head what she should do. The two were going to keep up this fight for quite a while as she could tell Clyde wasn't going to be giving into her anytime soon.

However, the second she thinks that, she hears his next set of words. He's walking away? Heather definitely wasn't going to have that, he definitely wasn't going to get in the last words. "You better fucking stop right there you son of a bitch!" Heather says as she brings herself to her feet before charging at him. Leaping towards him, she tries to tackle him from behind, which in turn would send the two through the doors, leading them to what seemed to be the catering room for the roster.

Immediately after turning away from Heather and leaving her on the floor as he went to make his escape from the wrath of his violent lover by approaching the double doors. However, just as he reaches them, Clyde suddenly hears a loud yell emit from behind him, causing the Texan to turn around and spot Heather charging directly towards him with a fiery look in her eyes.

"SHIT!" Clyde would exclaim in a startled panic before trying to runaway, but would swiftly end up tackled through the double doors, causing the two to tumble into catering room, where several members of the AFW roster suddenly began to look on at the pair as they fell onto the hard floor below.

"Fuck Yeah! Dinner and a Fight!!" Andrea Ümlaüt would yell from the back with a turkey leg in hand as she watched the couple spill onto the floor while several others looked on.

"Shit..." Clyde would mutter against the hard floor underneath Heather before trying to roll himself to the side and retreat from her a bit in order to recover and stand on his own. Sitting just in front of a table that held a very large white cake.

"Oough.." Heather lets out as the two collide to the floor, her on top of Clyde. She takes a quick glance up to see the various members of the roster occupying the room, but it didn't phase her much. To her it wasn't much different than fighting in front of the capacity crowd that watches her matches all the time. Directing her gaze back down to Clyde, she tries to plant her hand on the back of his head, pushing his face into the floor a bit.

"Trying to run away? Not..gonna happen. You're gonna...get your punishment..whether you want to or not!" Heather says, trying to keep him down but his quick roll that he went for unbalanced her and allowed him to get away, her not being able to really deal any damage from that position.

"Come here!" Heather yells out as she quickly gets up, walking over to Clyde before trying to yank him to his feet by his arm. A furious glare in her eyes, she clenches her teeth before pulling with all her might, aiming to whip him into the table with the food on it, throwing him directly towards the large white cake that was on it.

"To hell with that shit! I ain't takin' nothin'!" Clyde would stammer out as he slipped away from Heather and rolled away from her, frantically trying to climb up to his feet, before he suddenly heard Heather yell again.

"Aww Fuck...." Clyde would mutter in despair before he was suddenly yanked up by Heather and whipped away with great force. Sending the Texan into a speedy stride towards the table, with his stomach hitting the front of it, causing Clyde's upperbody to whip forward violently and send his head directly into the cake, getting his face planted within it as it broke apart.

The spectators looked on in a state of bewilderment and slight fear of Heather as she sent Clyde into the table and the cake, leaving him a slight daze along the table, groaning from within the pastry.

Heather's maneuvering working to perfection, she looks as her throw sends Clyde straight into the large cake that sat upon the table. The sight almost caused her anger to cease as his head gets engulfed by the cake, breaking it apart as the top part slips off and falls off the table. Letting out a loud laugh, Heather walks over to him, shaking her head as she does so, very amused by the sight.

"Ooh Clyde, that's quite the embarrassing position you have there." She says before patting him on the back. Gliding her finger over a part of the cake, she takes up a glob of the frosting and licks her finger, getting a nice full taste. "Mmm that's pretty good. We should definitely get one like this for the wedding party." Heather says jokingly as she goes to grab Clyde by the hair and pull him up.

"What do you think? Here's another taste for good measure." She says before trying to stuff his face back into the cake, rubbing it around in it if she is able to do so.