Tension World Title Match: Reira Kirishima (C) Vs. Clyde Gastin (W/Eliza Harenwood) - (Complete)

Clyde was caught hard by Reira's elbow, her strike hitting him in his cut brow just above his eye.

"Gaah!!" Clyde's head jerked back with impact and droplets of blood shot into the air like a faint mist as he was struck.

The half blinded and stunned cowboy released his grip on Reira's waist and stumbled backwards to the center of the ring

Reira wasted no time, turning around and going for the simplest option.

She punched Clyde in the face. It felt good. REALLY good. She could do that again...and again...and again!


Targeting his head, especially that cut on his eye, Reira began throwing hands, fast, painful, wild shots all over his head, stepping into each hit as she began driving him back towards the ropes!

Dazed by the elbow, Clyde had only one good eye during his rattled state, barely able to see a thing as Reira came charging in, his face meeting her gloved leather fist head on!

"Guh! OUGH! MUGH!" Each blow smacked Clyde's face left and then right, backing up towards the ropes with each blow that battered his face, sending spit flying from his battered jaw and blood from his open wound, too stunned and battered by the hard punches to fight back, his knees buckling until one last blow sent him right off his feet and into the ropes!

"Ukk.." Clyde flopped against the ropes, his arms dangling over the top as his knees gave out, his head hanging low as he hung limply in the ropes with a pair of bowed legs as fresh blood dripped onto the canvas.

"Ghh..."

Eliza had been remaining where she was, the dancing passion had found herself staying in place. Rooted by what was going on in the ring, of course the crowd was continuing to rally by Clyde given the presence of the dancing passion. But Eliza's concern for the cowboy was growing by the minute in this match, Clyde had been getting some good shots in. To bring the pain to the champ, every hit mattered.

But that went the same for Reira, she was doing some really good punches and strikes. Eliza would hesitantly admit that, nearly as good as what Ms Harenwood could do with her lovely legs. Though not nearly as elegant as the British dancer, but their power was present as Clyde was now busted open. This was starting to get harder to watch, if Eliza had bled in a match she'd have thrown it in an instant and depart as quick as she could. But this wasn't her in the ring, it was Mr Gastin. Eliza had watched a previous match involving an important male in her life, and he'd bled too.

Eliza dropped her fans and ran to the apron in front of her, and slammed her balled fists down on it. A mixture of anger, frustration and concern emanated from the young lady. Something that normally never happened when Eliza was in public. "C'mon Clyde! Get back in this! Fight!!!!" Ms Harenwood shouted at the top of her lungs as she took a few steps back. Clyde had to know what was at stake here, Eliza knew that too.

Mercy herself had almost been watching between her fingers. Once the match got underway in earnest, it had caught her attention and her initial feelings about the ordeal subsided. She was by no means enthralled, but when Clyde took a hard hit, she still visibly winced. When he was finally busted open by the champ, she covered her eyes.

It wasn't easy to watch, not at all and she felt her heart beat a bit as Clyde was bloodied and reeling. One hand loosely hovered over her brow, ready to cover her face if Clyde was brutalized again. When she heard Eliza pound the apron and cheer Clyde on, Mercy's cheeks flushed and puffed out a bit.

She brought her hand down and cupped her mouth. Taking a deep breath, she barked her own encouragement. "She sucks, Clyde, beat the crap out of her!"

Oh yeah, oh hell yes. Sometimes, with all the crazyness of a back and forth match, the various holds and slams and moves and taunts, Reira sometimes forgot just how goddamn good it felt to just use the power of punches and beat the hell out of her opponent.


Beating up Clyde, busting him open and driving him to the ropes? It felt fantastic.

Eliza's cheering was, like everything else she had done this match, irritating as hell, but it was followed up by a girl in the front row, some pink haired dorky looking bitch, sticking out like a sore thumb, started cheering Clyde on as well, something the crowd was too happy to pick up on, the fans around pinky starting up a "CLYDE! CLYDE! CLYDE!" chant.

Backing up a few steps, Reira charged forward, smashing her arm into Clyde's chest and looking to clothesline him over the ropes and outside the ring!

Clyde was hurt. His face was numb and yet it pulsed with a horrible stinging pain. He felt battered and dizzy and could barely stand. He could still faintly hear the raucous roars of the crowd but he wasn't moving and wasn't going to anywhere.

Then he heard them. The loud cries and pounding at the mat from Eliza, and to his shock, Mercy, for the first time, telling him to fight. His eyes fluttered open until he saw the blurry figure of Reira standing in front of him.

He could see The champion now as he heard the crowd chant his name. It made him feel alive. The chants of thousands. The support of two people dearest to him.

Hearing the woman he loved most.

"Nh." A battered and dizzy Clyde had the will to move and fight.

But not right now.

"GKk!!" The clothesline crushed his chest and sent him right over the ropes and dont onto the concrte floor below, hitting it with a limp flop on his front, laying there prone and barely moving. "Nnnn..."

The crowds cheers became deafening boos as Clyde was taken out of the ring, Reira following after him, glaring at the crowd around her, her eye catching the pink haired loudmouth from a moment ago, as the crowd around her started chanting for Clyde again, the arena following their cue. She felt disrespected. She was the champ, she was a badass, she was kicking Clyde's ass and doing it CLEAN, and not even ONE of them was on her side. It was infuriating!

"You all love Clyde so much!?"

She yelled, grabbing the cowboys hair and pulled him up to his feet, grabbing between his legs and grabbing his shoulder, using the leverage, and her own muscle, to lift him up, over her head, with a Gorilla Press!

The crowd gawked in surprise at the impressive show of strength from the redhead, even as her arms and legs started buckling. She couldn't hold him up for long, even if she wasn't getting tired, but she had at least the strength to do this once.

"HERE! FUCKING HAVE HIM!"

She yelled, sidestepping forward and throwing Clyde headfirst towards the crowd like a lawn dart, using that bright pink haired bitch as her center target!

Prone on the mat, Clyde removed mostly unmoving until Reira helped him.

"Gh....Guh...." Hauled up by his scruffy blonde hair like a ragdoll before being hoisted up over Reira's head, Clyde simply dangled in her gasp as the crowd gasped at awe at the woman's display of pure strength before the limp cowboy was chucked like a sack of potatoes onto the shocked crowd and Reira's pink target!

Mercy turned her head when Clyde was forced out of the ring, and dropped onto the thinly padded concrete. It was grisly but Reira wasn't finished as she heaved Clyde up and  lifted him in the air. Mercy watched, her hands dropping and her mouth falling agape at the scene. She never thought much about Reira because, well, she never actually thought about the woman, but she definitely seemed fierce, standing like an angry giantess even though she wasn't even much taller than Mercy was.

When Reira heaved Clyde at her, her brain screamed. Of course she needed to duck out of the way, even if it meant toppling other fans aside. So, when her brain sent the signals to her body, she was quite surprised that her arms moved instead of her feet. She stretched them forward to try and catch Clyde and while maybe, just maybe, she broke her former lover's fall, as she crashed into the fold up chairs and then into the hard, padless concrete, She felt like there was some part of her that was definitely broke.

Mercy groaned as she felt Clyde's  body against hers, his head nestled against her modest chest, which, while probably helpful for keeping Clyde safe, felt like it was caved in after being torpedoed by the Texan. Her hands, which had hugged around Clyde's frame to shield him, slipped off his sweaty form.

"Nnnnnnghhh....."

With a soft groan and a sputtering twitch, her prone body went limp and unconscious.