Eliza Harenwood vs Clyde Gastin.

Eliza missed Clyde with her double foot stomp attempt, her legs absorbing the impact of landing on the blank canvas. It forced her to go into a roll, stopping near the other turnbuckle. That was certainly powerful, if Mr Gastin had been caught on the end of that. You could probably count to 100, it was kinda rare to see Eliza go top rope. Sure she could flip and all that, but she hadn't done much leaping off stuff.

Ms Harenwood got onto her knees, clutching the ropes for support. Her legs felt a tad wobbly, like when you go to a theme park and it's one of those rides where your legs just dangle as you fly about. Eliza slowly stood back up, she was hoping to try and end this quickly. She was starting to run out of ideas and energy, while she was thinking of what to do Clyde would have a chance to recuperate.

Eliza was busy moving out into the middle of the ring, hoping to mount some more offense to keep the cowboy down. But Mr Clyde was coming at her fast, quick on the draw to be sure. It sent the ballroom girl right back into that corner, Clyde's shoulder digging into her gut. The turnbuckle offering her no respite.

"Guh!" Ms Harenwood sharply yelled out, it wasn't looking good. Clyde had her there with no space to perform some fancy aerobic shit to get away. So she tried pounding her balled hands onto his back over and over. It wasn't as good as knees to the belly with her, but she was panicking here.

Clyde seemed rather insistent on ramming Eliza to the corner, probably wouldn't be content till she was stuck to it. It was taking too much out of Ms Harenwood, her endurance wasn't as good as some on the roster here in tension. And she was paying for it here.

"Guh!" Eliza said, during Clyde's shoulder rams Eliza had just kinda....slumped in the corner. Panting heavily as the fight was taken out of her, she was stunned and reeling. Which meant she was open for extra punishment.

Eliza was starting to wish that something would go right for her, to suddenly sprout wings and take to the sky would be oh so wonderful right about now. Clyde was as good as Eliza had heard, been fighting longer than she has certainly. And Clyde was on the offensive again, now trying to go for messing with her mind. The aristocrat was shaking, actually worried for his personal safety. She was trying her best to remain composed as Clyde forced her to lift her chin up.

"Not good!" she thought to herself, oh how she wished her amicable ex arrived on a white steed. To take her onto his horse and gallop away from the ring, but alas reality disappoints when compared to what one can imagine. And the reality was that Eliza got a severe chop across the chest, right above her breasts as well. She let out a loud coughing noise, before glaring at Clyde. Her face a mixture of embarrassment and anger, wincing shortly after as the pain shot through her.

"You...you..." Eliza then suddenly fired out her right hand, attempting to deliver a fierce bitchslap in return.

Eliza was so angry right now, this man had gall, temerity, audacity. Eliza was about to think of other insults to say, but Clyde had cut off the ballroom girl with a forearm to the head. Sending the young woman back into the corner where the only decent thing there was the corner pads, which only gave minor protection against the steel.

"Nagh!" Eliza sharply yelped out, she was running on E here. And Clyde squashing her into the corner didn't help matters either, in fact once Clyde relented Eliza would just sort of...slump. By that she just slid down the turnbuckle and was on her backside lightly panting in and out, sweat going down her beautiful features.