Heather vs. Clyde

Competitive Style
Submission match - stakes

Heather Fox was moving back into the dorm, after a long absence. She'd only had one match up to this point, a victory with some interesting occurrences. But she had been training, and was looking forward to getting back to action.

As she opened her trunk and started pulling out clothes, she heard a thump out in the hall. She poked her head out the door, to see what was happening.

Clyde Gastin appeard on the floor of the Girl's Dorm hallway with spilled can of Miller Lite. "Goddammit!!" He yelled at the now spilled can of beer. He looked up to see Heather Fox peaking from her door. "Uh, Hi! Oh Wait! Where am I? Do you have any Jack Daniels???"

Heather wrinkled her nose. "Jack Daniels? No, I'm sorry. I don't drink. And to answer your question, you're in the girls' dorm. Which may be bad for you because you're not leaving until you win a match. And your first challenger is standing right in front of you." She smirked a little bit at her good fortune.

"Lady I just got back from a match!!!" Clyde tried to stand himself up and after adjusting himself he managed to stay up right. He reached into his pants and pulled out a Cigarette and a Lighter. "But if you wanna wrestle than don't expect me to take it easy on you." He let out a puff from his newly lit Cig. "Hey... Wanna raise the Stakes!?" Clyde said with a dirty smile as he got closer to Heather.

Heather looks at Clyde questioningly. "Would you put that out? I hate the smell of cigarette smoke? And what do you mean by raising the stakes?" She crossed her arms under her bust, unintentionally pushing it out a bit at him.

Clyde just looked at Heather and her awkward positon before shaking his head to stop stariing. "No." Continuing to smoke his cig nonstop. "You'll get used to the smell as long as im here... Trust me!" He said with seemingly innocent playful smile.

"And the stakes... PRISIONOR OF WAR!" He said with a sly grin as he exhaled more smoke.

Heather blinked twice. "Prisoner of War, huh?" She thought about that for a moment. "Fine. I'm good with that... But I'm going to add something. Submission match. Anything goes, but one of us has to tap out. KO doesn't count, no pins, nothing else." She steps back into her room. "Close the door behind you when you come in."

"Inviting me in already!? But we just met!" clyde put out his Cigarette and walked inside closing Heather's door. "I ani't no Submission fighter but I can be one if choose *Hic* Nice place you got here." Clyde said as he now stood 3 steps away from Heather in the center of her dorm.

Heather sprung into action immediately, her expression serious as she dropped into a crouch and starting moving toward Clyde. She feinted to one side, then aimed a hard kick at Clyde's stomach.

Clyde in his slighty drunken state was trying to dodge Heather's oncoming attack, but her Feint threw him off balance causing him to trip and fall to the floor avoiding her kick. "Why so aggressive lady?" Clyde while on the floor attempted to slide foreward and grab heather's legs if he could do this he would be able to knock her down and prefrom a submission hold.