Tension 24/7 Title Match: Carmen Rodriguez(C) Vs. Clyde Gastin

"Had a little fight with a fan of yours..." She rolled her neck around and made an audible crack. "...Belle. Locked her in a closet."

Clyde eased up on the hold, but he didn't let Army go - Carmen took a step forward and kept her tone stern, making sure her intent was clear. She didn't want to attack him like this, but if her hand was forced, she would. "Let him go, Clyde. I'll only ask once."

Clyde raised his brow at Carmen's words. "Fan?" He thought with confusion until her name was spoken and Clyde's eyes shot wide. "Belle!?!?! Belle B. Barker!?" He gasped as he looked at Carmen and saw how jacked up she was.

To think Belle could give Carmen such a fight! She might actually be tougher than what he thought! But why did she attack Carmen? Was it for the title? Clyde knew she really, really, really had a thing for him... Maybe she was watching, saw him get taken away by Army and decided to actually help him? Clyde didn't know if he could trust Carmen right now. But Belle might have actually done something really nice for him. If she did have his back, he'd have to personally thank her.

But now back with Carmen.

He narrowed his eyes at her orders as she got closer. "So he can blind side me again?" He growled while continuing to hold Army's legs, but ready to move away if necessary.

Carmen sighed and growled at the same time - a low exasperated, irritated, annoyed sound. This had been a long, painful day, as much as she cherished the competition, she was about ready for a bath. More immediately, she was ready for Clyde to let her brother go. She'd made her intention on the matter clear, and while he had a right to be angry, that didn't mean she was going to stand by and watch as her dumb lug of a brother was bent in half while blood spilled out of the gash on his head.  Enough was enough.

"Clyde," Her eyes narrowed to match his, as she prepared to do something that was probably going to stick with her for quite a while. "I don't need my brother to beat you."

She burst into action and charged straight towards Clyde, looking to smash right into him with a knee to the chest.

Clyde wasn't as fast as he thought. In came Carmen. He let go of Army's legs but her knee plowed into his chest, hard. He hit the floor hard and bounced limply, grasping his sternum.

Carmen had wanted to hit Clyde and get him off of Army, but somehow she thought he'd take it better than that - apparently, the match had worn on him more than she thought. Surprising. Good, but surprising. Not so much that she couldn't capitalize on it, though.

She moved over to Clyde and reached down to wrap her arm around his neck. She tried to get him in a sleeperhold, hoping to lock it in tight and pull him out of the room as well. She wasn't about to fight around broken glass, for one thing, and she wanted to move the battle away from her brother.

Clyde felt breathless from the knee he took, gagging as Carmen's bicep wrapped around his throat, pulling him up guiding him towards the doorway. An angry Clyde had fire in his eyes, pushing himself up to a standing position while tugging at Carmen's arms as he tried to push Carmen backwards. He didn't know where he was going but he was going to try and slam Carmen between something behind her and himself!

Carmen had just begun to take Clyde out of the room when she caught a whiff of his breathe and noticed a distinct aroma, one she was sure hadn't been there when they were fighting before. "Wait," She took a good sniff, making sure she smelled it right. "Have you been drink-"

She probably wouldn't have gotten the answer to that question regardless of what happened, but she was guaranteed not to, now -  Clyde's sudden surge sent her barreling down the hall, struggling to stay upright for a few feet until her back finally found a painting on a wall to crash into. She hit hard and cried out on impact, shattering the glass behind her. While she didn't give up the hold, she was hurting too much to give it serious pressure. Something she expected to regret in the next, oh, two or so seconds...

"Hell yeah!" He spat after slamming Carmen into the wall, hitting glass. Clyde tried to raise his elbow and ram it into Carmen's ribs over and over before trying to reach over and give her a snapmare down the hall.

If it worked, Clyde wold jump up and try preform a dropkick, slamming his boots into Carmen's upperback.

Getting rammed into glass hurt Carmen, but not quite as much as getting elbowed in the gut by Clyde. Repeatedly. Over and over. Multiple, painful times in what couldn't have been more than a few seconds. Carmen might have been the better striker between the two of them, but that didn't mean the cowboy was far behind.

Carmen had just started to get her wind back when she was tumbling flat on her butt, and given a hard blow to the back. She wasn't sure what Clyde hit her with, but it was fast, it was heavy, and it made her upperbody whip forward into the most uncomfortable position possibly, before reflexes took over and sent her flopping back. When it was all said and done, Carmen hit the floor hard and was left laying there, eyes screwed tight from the pain and a twisted expression on her lips. "Condenado..."

Dropkicking Carmen, Clyde staggered up and reached for a handful of his opponent's hair, hauling her up to his feet, trying to throw her down further through the hallway.