Clyde Gastin vs Carmen Rodriguez - The Quick and the Dead

Oh, right, his tights didn't come with pockets. Neither did her boxing trunks. Which she never understood. Why not put pockets into pants? Would they slow you down? Hinder you in any way?

It was a funny little thought, one she brushed aside with a smile as she started stepping off. "There's a joke about wood there, but I like you too much to make it."

She gave Army a few light jabs to get him moving out of the ring ahead of her. She knew him too well - if she got too far away, he'd start shit, and nobody needed that right. "I'll keep a six-pack hostage in the fridge. You come by and show me what you got, it's all yours." She gave him a little wave as she stepped between the ropes. "Hasta luego, Clyde. Take care of yourself. Need anything, you holler my way, all right?"