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

Carmen rammed Belle all the way into the closet, knocking over supplies all around them - toilet paper, cleaning fluids, Clorox, all of it. Not a pleasant time for her, but it seemed like Belle got the worst of it.

This was it. If Carmen had any chance of ending this in one piece, it had to be now and right now.

"Stay down!" She stood up as quick as she could and gave Belle a stomp in the stomach - nothing that would put her down for a three count, but enough to keep her on the floor for a few seconds. That was all Carmen needed for what she had in mind.

Belle hit with a thud, Carmen landing on top of her and supplies falling and jabbing into her. The pot was gone, but the spear wasn't as dazing as it could have been. Still, it left her in an awkward position of trying to wrestle in the closet. There' was really only one thing that two people could do laying down in such a cramped space and fighting definitely wasn't one of them.

Belle brought her hands up to protect her face since Carmen had the advantage but Carmen seemed to understand that the referee couldn't even call a pin count while they were in the closet and hopped up. Belle was a bit slower to sit up but the boot jammed into her stomach, forcing some air out of her.

"Guuuh!"

Her eyes bulged and she groaned, cradling her stomach with one arm and trying to grab a rack to pull herself up slowly with the other.

If this match went on for much longer, Belle would most likely win. Carmen would give her hell and make her work for it to the very end, but the hard fact was that the cowgirl was too good, too tenacious, too resilient to be beaten unless she was at her best. She wasn't likely to win, here.

But, Carmen realized, she didn't have to win. All she really had to do was not lose.

While she was busy sucking in oxygen, Carmen backed out of the closet and slammed the door shut. She grabbed the same chair that Belle had brought in, placed it against the door handle and braced it against the floor, jamming the door and trapping her inside. Just like in the movies. Her brother had done this to her a few times when they were younger, so she knew it would work.

Belle was pulling herself up by the cleaning supplies racks when suddenly the door slammed shut and she was enveloped in darkness.

"Huh?"

Her first response was that of confusion and disbelief, even as she heard the sounds of Carmen barricading herself in. It wasn't an attack so Belle wasn't sure what to make of it but as she turned the handle and tried to push, she found that the door wasn't budging at all.

"Wait a minute..." She muttered to herself and then backed up as far as she could. She ran into the door but it didn't flinch. "Ugh!" Belle growled cutely and began pounding the door. "Oh, HA. HA! Yer a real joker, Carmen! Now, lemme outta here so I can finally kick yer butt fer real, ya hear!" She barked, putting her hands up in a guard position, ready to pounce and beat Carmen to the punch when the door finally swung open.

Now, that she could finally, finally take a breather, Carmen leaned against the counter and took in some nice, long deep breaths that she knew she'd earned. That wasn't the way she wanted to end a match, but she was starting to learn that the 24/7 Belt was about resourcefulness, using the environment to her advantnage. As far from a boxing ring as you could possibly get, but it didn't matter - this was her gold, and she would defend it. If that meant making some adjustments, so be it.

She started to laugh when Belle began to pound on the door, but she cut it off when it made her ribs hurt, for some reason. Probably should get that checked out when she was done here. Speaking of which...

"Not happening, vaquera. You're a good fighter, but that's enough of you for one day." She reached into her pocket and took out the business card for her gym. "But I tell you what. You ever want to fight me head on, come here with a ref." She slid the card under the door. "11AM to 10PM, any day of the week. I'll gladly take you down as many times as you like. Or you can try to jump me again, and see how that works out for you. You won't like it, I promise."

The punch burned and rung Clyde's skull, he remained on the floor wounded with a throbbing headache as Army started lurching towards him. He didn't know if Carmen was in on this or not, part of him didn't care. He felt he should know by now that he isn't meant to catch breaks. But it wasn't going to stop him trying.

But Army wasn't going to stop either.

Before Clyde knew it, his ankle was grabbed and with a violet jerk, he got thrown into jacuzzi, going head first and staying in the water for a moment before he began to twist, kick and squirm.

"PAAAH!! AUWWW!" He emerged from the water as he stood up and stumbled out, soaked from head to toe, throwing his head back to get his hair out of his eyes, falling onto his rear, trying to turn around and crawl to someplace or grab something that could aid him.

"Sonofa...Bitchff..." He spat while soaked.

Army watched Clyde sputter and splash around in the jacuzzi, enjoying the sight far more than he expected to. Definitely something he could've enjoyed all day. But he knew better. While the cowboy was fumbling around, he made an almost irresistable target, and there was no way he would let an opportunity like that go to waist.

He moved over to the side of the room and crouched a few feet away from Clyde as he got out and stumbled around. Army took careful aim, waited, and broke into a short run the moment Clyde turned around and started to crawl. He held back until the last moment before impact and suddenly kicked his legs out, twisting his body around as his arm came up and dropping down on the cowboy with a a high-speed elbow drop.

Clyde's head was spinning, he felt vulnerable and lost. Water in his eyes and nose as he crawled away, looking for something to grab onto. He needed to get away and recollect himself but he was still at the mercy of his bigger and stronger and new opponent.

"Can't... Just lose like this... Over some cheap-ass bullshit again..." His mind was racing to not fail and he wanted to try and stand on his own but then Army came down on him, flattening the cowboy to the canvas with all his weight behind an elbow drop.

"AAAUUUHH!!" Clyde howled, arching up as he was struck, eyes going wide as the elbow dug into his back before going flat against the mat, writhing in pain under Army.

"F-Fuckin...B-Bas...Tard..."

Army sat up and gave his elbow a quick pat, extremely glad that the elbow even connected. That could've been worse, a lot worse, but at least there'd been a nice, soft cowboy to crash on instead of the hard, unforgiving floor.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm a bastard." Army chuckled and stood up, cracking his neck as he rose. "I'm not the one of the floor, though, so I got that going for me. You're supposed to be this tough, wrestling cowboy, but you can't even handle a rookie barely over his first year. No wonder you lost the championship to a bunch of little girls."

He sighed and started to lift Clyde up from behind, pulling him up by the shoudlers and eying the table on the other side of the room. Powerbomb. Definitely a powerbomb.

Clyde huffed as he rose from the floor with his arms shaking as he struggled to push himself up, having to hear Army above him, taunting him. Clyde was getting red hot under his collar, bringing up the Brats pissed him off.

He got pulled up, arms under his shoulders but Clyde was ready. "Eat...Shit!" He spat while flinging his leg back to catch Army between the legs before raising his arms over Army's head and trying to drop down onto his butt, to slam Army's chin right down onto Clyde's shoulder for a hasty, Lone Star Stunner!