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

"FFfffffuck....Y-Youu..." Clyde growled to Army as the boxer dragged him through a doorway, hearing the screams of several women didn't stop him. He was pawing and clawing at the carpet below trying to get loose.

Eventually Army came to a halt, Clyde, with a aching stomach that was no doubt going to hurt worse for trying this, decided to twist and curl into a ball before trying to kick at Army's hand, hoping he could free his ankle and roll away from the big bruiser.

Army did have a girlfriend, but Amy was pretty okay with him looking, and there was quite a bit to look at in the room. The women weren't staying long and he gave them a friendly little wave as they grabbed their belongings and scampered out of the room. "Later."

He hadn't forgotten about Clyde and was about to turn his attention back where it belonged, when the cowboy sprung back to life and helped him focus. The kick landed solidly on Army's wrist and he immediately let go. He stepped away nursed it, groaning at the pain, and glaring back at the cowboy. Even after all the damage he'd taken with Carmen, the guy still had some fight left. He was stubborn and tough, Army had to give him that.

Clyde rolled forward and came to a halt when he put the heels of his boots to the carpet, sliding for a brief moment before coming to a halt and then turning onto his stomach to look towards Army, picking himself back up while holding his wounded abs.

"This ain't yer fuckin' fight, asshole!" roared Clyde, breaking into a sprint, trying to leap at Army as high as he could and slam both feet right into his face with a high angle dropkick.

Army rolled his wrist, shook out the pain, and glared back at Clyde. "Carmen's my sisters, dipshit. It's always my fight."

He broke into a dash as soon as Clyde did, charging across the room. Halfway there, he spun around and extended his arm, looking to nail Clyde with his new signature move, Hurricane Armando, a mean discus lariat - instead, he was greeted by a pair of boots in the face the moment he turned around, connecting squarely on his jaw.

His head shot straight up and he staggered backwards, crashing against a tanning bed nearby. He was still on his feet, but his brain was in another world at the moment.

"Oh, shut up!" Belle replied grinning as she locked in the cloverleaf, shuffling a few steps every time Carmen decided to crawl to wherever she was going to go. "Belle B. Barker ain't afraid a nothin, ya hear!?" She continued.

She pulled one leg up and pivoted, trying to turn her body so she could press her knee against Carmen's head and pull on the girl's body like she was stretching pizza dough. "So don't confuse havin a plan and havin some fun with not havin..." Belle paused. "ca-jones, as you might say!" She said, butchering the Spanish word and laughing.

Carmen had been trying to determine which was worse - the pain Belle was inflicting, or all the trash talk she was dishing out. When the cowgirl butchered her Spanish, she finally decided: the pain was the worst aspect, but the dialogue was rapidly catching up. This bitch had to be shut up.

"Carmen!" The referee kneeled nearby as Belle modified the hold and made it even worse, if such a thing was possible. The pain in her back was worse than ever, and her head was getting ground into the floor on top of it all. "Carmen, do you want to give up? Carmen?"

"God..." She bit back another scream and reached out, stretching her arm as far as it would go. Almost there...

"I think she's about to tap!" The younger announcer squeaked, excitement filling her voice. "New 24/7 Champion, coming right-"

Carmen grabbed hold of the TV plug, yanked it out of socket, and gave the cord a hard tug, pulling the medium-sized television off the shelf above the bar and letting it fall towards Belle's head. At the very least, it would solve one of her problems.

Belle grinned as she stretched out Carmen as much as she could. She licked her lips, waiting for the champ to tap and raised an eyebrow as she saw her reaching out. There was no ropes and grabbing onto a cord wasn't going to break up anything.

"Ha!" She laughed sharply when Carmen only pulled out the cord from the television. She was about to quip when the loud sound of the TV being dislodged made her turn her head. "Oh, shit!" She yelped as the television was now hurtling at her. Her arms were still tied up so she couldn't just cheese it, but she cast off Carmen's legs and threw her arms up.

The television crashed into her, her arms barely mitigating the fancy appliance as it banged into her and dropped her to the ground. She groaned as she shoved the television off of her as much as she could, but she definitely looked out of it, even as the TV still partially laid against her.

"Ugghhh...."

For the first time since she'd entered the hotel, Carmen cracked an honest, straight up, pure and clean smile at the sight of Belle wallowing with the television on top of her. It didn't last long, as she was forced to grimace at the pain in her back right after, but she was starting to get that lovely feeling of satisfaction again.

Carmen grabbed the side of the bar and hauled herself up, groaning all of the way. Her bones were aching from the cloverleaf - and probably would be for the next week - but she forced herself past the pain. She'd lose the title some day, but it wouldn't be like this, and it wouldn't be to Belle B. Barker.

"Just so you know," She spoke through her grunts and groans as she reached over and grabbed a handful of Belle's violet hair."It's pronounced koh-ho-nayz." Carmen gripped extra hard, purely out of spite, as the last vestiges of her patience began to peel away."Idiota."

Looking to get back some energy while she drained Belle's, she kept the hold tight, spun around, and pulled the cowgirl over her shoulder with a quick hairmare, trying to drop her hard on her back and keep her disoriented.

"Aahck!"

Belle yelped as her hair was roughly tugged, pulling her out from under the television. She followed as quickly as she could but was flipped over onto her back by the snapmare and winced again. She was used to taking slams but those were on the ring canvas, not on hard hotel floors.

"Owww!"

She ached her back, wincing. She panted hard, looking up at Carmen. "I know... howta say it.." She growled back defiantly.

The gathered crowd jumped away and winced at the impact as Belle was slammed into the unforgiving floor, feeling a bit of her pain from the nasty hit. Carmen was much less sympathetic - barely a moment after Belle hit the floor, she was on the move again, trying to give her as little time to recoup as possible. "Sure." She replied with a total deadpan, as a sharp burst of pain in her pain made her hiss. "Now that you're not hitting me with cheap shots, do you mind explaining what your problem with me is?"

She reached down and grabbed Belle by the hair again, pulling her up with a hard tug. As soon as she was up, she wrapped her arms around the smaller woman's chest from the front and pulled her in for a tight bearhug, lifting the cowgirl off her feet and bringing them face-to-face and chest-to-chest for the second time since they'd met. Carmen was willing to bet Belle would like it significantly less than the last time, though, as she put her powerful arms to good use.