Clyde Gastin vs. Vicki Arika

Vicki continued to weep and wipe her eyes as she was hearing Clyde talk. She then looked to him and his boots as she heard his advice of wearing something like that to protect her own feet. Even though she loved being barefoot and fancy free, that's not a bad idea at all.

When Clyde was turning to leave, she would slowly stand up (on account of her hurting toes) and tried to get to him. "Clyde? Clyde, wait! Come back!" If she manages to grab his arm, she would say, "Listen, I'm sorry about being a total drama queen, but I need help. Please I need your help! Can you make me a better fighter? Please?"

Clyde was about to get out here, he didn't want to be around crying girls. It made him feel and look kinda bad. Soon enough there was going to be some white-knight punk ready to fight him just 'cause he made her cry.

He got stopped short from leaving though when Vicki grabbed his arm. "Aww man." He groaned, turning back to see Vicki and her pleading expression, her request making him frown sincerely.

"Aww geez... Lady... Clyde Gastin ain't good enough to teach nobody. I'm still learning ma'self." He tells her. "I'd like ta' help ya' But I can't even guarantee I'll make you a winner." He adds.

Vicki now sees that Clyde was still trying to learn himself as much as she is. There has got to be some way that they can be better fighters together. Then she would quickly suggest, "How about if we learn together? You don't need to teach me, we can both learn from each other. By then, we both can be better fighters."

Vicki would grab Clyde's strong and firm hands in hers and begged, "Please, Clyde! I promise I won't be any trouble to you at all."

Clyde raised an eyebrow at Vicki's suggestion. He mulled over it briefly, it didn't sound too bad. "Hmmm." He furrowed his brow and thought hard on the matter to see if he really wanted to get mixed up with this girl, but she seemed fixated on training with him and her proposition wasn't terrible at all.

He looked at her with a stoic demeanor as she grabbed his hands and pleaded. He quickly yanked his hands from her. "Alright alright! You can train with me but none of that begging stuff, toots. If you wanna be tough, you can't beg nuthin' from nobody no more, alright?" He tells her sternly but still sort of helpful in his own way.

He begins to turn to get moving but looks back at Vicki before lowering his eyes towards her feet. "Uhh....Can ya walk?" He asks.

Vicki clasped her hands together when Clyde yanked his hands from her and told her that she can join him. "I can? YAY! Oh, thank you so much!" But she would calm herself from her jumpy giddy side before adding, "I'll make sure to stop begging and start doing it." She would follow Clyde, but then her feet were still sore after the match and she stumbled a little bit.

"Owie, owie, owie..." Vicki muttered as she looked upon her sore red feet before looking at Clyde embarrassed. "Uhh...well, if it's not to much trouble, can you help me up please?" She offered a hand to him for assistance.

Watching Vicki struggle to follow behind, Clyde looked down at her feet and realized that she did indeed need some help walking out.

"Sure." He grabbed her hand without a second thought, walking backwards to sit on the center rope while his shoulder would hold up the top rope, spreading it open for Vicki to easily exit the ring, holding her hand to let her exit the ring before Clyde would follow, picking up his hat along the way and flipping it on his head.

Putting Vicki's arm over his shoulder, Clyde resumed guiding Vicki back up the ramp towards the backstage area.

Clyde Gastin wins via Submission.

(NICE JOB!)

Vicki smiled as she was helped out of the ring by Clyde. Although her feet and toes were still sore, she didn't mind the pain now that someone was there to be with her. As Clyde helped put her arm around his shoulder, she would lean on it and said, "My...you are such a gentleman. *Sigh* If only there were more like you." Sure, Vicki was giddy as usual, but all she needed was help. With Clyde, maybe the two can become better fighters and not so much newbies.

Clyde's eyes would widen as he felt Vicki lean more into him, getting all giddy-like as she complimented him so nicely. Maybe too nicely.

"Right. Well I'm sure they're out there. You just need ta look around in the right places." He stated before raising a finger in front of her.

"One other thing. Not ta' sound like a total virgin dweeb or anythin' but don't get too comfortable on me, babe. I like my old-lady and I dun need her flippin out on me." Said Clyde in a cocky swagger, clicking his finger back like a gun before pulling it away. He more or less felt like he was going to have to tell this girl to keep her hands to herself, never mind he had a girlfriend, Mercy would turn a small ordeal into a warzone. Either way, Clyde would help Vicki backstage and then try to just head home.

"Alright, I'll keep that in mind," said Vicki as they continued on to the locker room. "After all, I assume you already have a girlfriend." Her toes didn't hurt as much anymore as they neared the lockers. "You can drop me off here at the bench. I put my clothes and shoes in here so I'll be fine from here on out." She saw her locker number in front of her and knew that she had to get her stuff out as soon as she can.