Dirty Laundry! Battle For The 24/7 Title!

"Sh-Sh-Shut Uuupp!!" Clyde would groan out in frustration towards Yukio as she shattered his little escape plan.

Turning to Adrian, Clyde's eyes would widen as he saw the girl suddenly use the bench to gain elevation and throw out a jump kick aimed right for the Texan's head. "Aww Hell!" Clyde would exclaim before desperately rolling out of the way to avoid the kick, most likely changing the settings on the washing machine.

"Desperate Times call for Desperate Lies!" Clyde would shout back at Adrian to defend his lie before attempting to roll forth once more and attempt to catch Adrian's legs between his own when she fell to the floor and preform a drop-toe-hold to trip Adrian and send her falling forward if he caught her.

A sudden beep implied that Adrian had probably messed up someone's washing, but more importantly, missed her target by a mile. Then fell flat on her face when Clyde managed to catch her with the drop toe hold, only managing to let out a pathetic "oww..." as she tried to pick herself up, praying that her nose wasn't bleeding.

Upon catching Adrian with the drop toe hold, Clyde would seat himself up into a kneeling position and find a nearby towel laying beside him. Thinking quickly, The Texan would smirk devilishly at his new idea before he tried to pounce on Adrian back and and attempt to bring the towel in front of Adrian's face before trying to wrap it around Adrian's Eyes, Mouth and Nose.

"Hope ya took a deep breath, Ms. Adrian..." Clyde would remark with a sly grin before attempting to tie a knot with the two ends of the towel to tie it down on the back of Adrian's head.

Adrian grunted when Clyde pounced on him but it was manageable, a shuffle here and there and she'd walk out of the laundromat with a title belt. What wasn't manageable was when Clyde tried to smother her with the towel. Being smothered or choked or put in sleepers always drove Adrian into a frightened panic and within fractions of a second of Clyde pulling back she shrieked into the towel scrambling for something to get out of her predicament, scrambling back to gouge out Clyde Gastin's eyes, trying to pull the towel off, anything.

After pouncing on top of Adrian, Clyde immediately tried to wrap the towel he had recently grabbed around Adrian's entire face, trying to pull back on it and tie the up the ends of the towel against the back of her head, basically smothering her in a way. But before Clyde could actually get to tying the towel around Adrian's head, she released a loud frightened shriek that made Clyde suddenly jump up as he was startled by Adrian's sudden loud cry.

"AHH!!! WHAT!?!? WHAT!?!?" Clyde would let out in a startled panic of his own as he backed off of Adrian for a moment until he was suddenly poked in the eyes, released a pained yell as his eyes were gouged, fall back onto the floor away from Adrian as he placed the towel over his stinging eyes that were a bit teary, squirming around on the floor a bit as he held them against the cloth.

"Thats what you..." Adrian panted, taking a breather on the bench "...get...for choking me." she wheezed. All but colapsing down "can we have a time out for a second?" the cosplayer asked nicely as possible.

Clyde continued to rub his stinging eye after he rolled off of Adrian, gritting down on his teeth a bit until he sat up, trying to come up an excuse for apparently choking Adrian, but couldn't.

"Yeah... Well You.... You.... Wait, what?" Clyde would begin to say before he heard Adrian's next words, actually asking Clyde for a time out of all things, which caused the Texan to open his eyes in a bit of shock, never before being asked such a thing. It definitely took him by surprise and wondered if Adrian was actually being serious.

"Y-You.... You gotta be kiddin' me... You bein' for real?" Clyde would remark to the cosplayer, surprised how politely she had asked him for a timeout all of a sudden.

"I just got dropped on my face and smothered with someone's towel. I want a time out!" She insisted, laying back across the benches. "Hey... in case you don't mind... how many times has this happened?" she asked.

Clyde was speechless. He sat there on the floor with mouth hanging open, trying to say something but was unable to say anything in response to what Adrian was saying. Never before during his time in the AFW had ANYONE ever attacked him from out of nowhere, started a fight with him, complained about getting hurt and suddenly called for a time out. On top of all that,this was the first and only time that a girl had ever complained to Clyde about getting smothered by him of all people. Granted he did it with a towel.

"Uhh... Alright..." Clyde would mutter nervously as he blinked his eyes in slight bewilderment before he listened to what Adrian was asking him. "How many times has this happened? What, you talkin' 'bout jumpin' me? Psshht... Tons of Times! Too many to count, honestly! Ha-Ha!" Clyde would exclaim with a careless grin.

"But if you're talkin' 'bout tryin' ta' take ma' belt..... Heh.... Well Then You're My First, Missy..." Clyde would say to Adrian with a teasing grin, having no shame at all with his flirty joke towards Adrian.

"...Why do ya wanna know?"

"Huh..." Adrian mused from her spot on the bed. If he kept on being jumped before he got the belt then maybe... "ew..." she recoiled nearly instantly from his flirty joke "I'm just thinking... maybe it's too much trouble, I mean I don't go around jumping people backstage... that much... on Friction and I hate getting jumped myself so..." she said sitting up.

"Maybe we could call this whole thing a draw, we get patched up and agree never to speak of it again?"