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

Slamming Reira head first into the table, Clyde didn't let her go, he rolled her onto the table and struck her chest with a hard, hammering forearm to leave her on the table, where he'd stop and stare down at the champion, panting furiously before turning his back to look at the ring, a tired but devilish grin creeping on his bloodied face.

Without a word, Clyde hurried to the ring apron like an eager child on Christmas and hopped up on it before hastily climbing to the top turnbuckle to loom menacingly over a downed Reira as she lay on the table from over twelve feet below.

It was a long jump and a long way down and Clyde felt the butterflies churn in his stomach. This was crazy and it just might kill him. He swallowed hard and slowly began to stand straight up on the top turnbuckle, beating his chest furiously to psyche himself up as the crowd rose to their feet and roared!

"Hooohh!!" He screamed before he bent his knees and with everything in his legs, leaped off the top turnbuckle, turning in mid air to extend a crooked arm, pointing his elbow downward at Reira as he came crashing down towards her like a living meteor! Trying to slam his elbow down upon Reira's body with an off the top rope Elbow Drop through the announcer table!

The multiple shots to her face and head had left the champion dazed and groggy, laid out on the announcers table, the bounce of her head onto the edge opening a small cut on her head, blood dripping it was way down her head.

It took hearing Clyde's loud scream to finally get her attention, the woman's eyes widening as she saw him leap of the top rope at her, having no time to counter or even move.

"OH FU-"

She was cut off, as Clyde's body crashed down on her's, his elbow driving down on her heart, smashing her through the announce table, leaving her laid out and nearly unconscious on the floor, Clyde on top of her, as the crowd erupted in loud cheers, starting up a massive, unified, "CLYDE" chant!

Clyde hit Reira like a bomb. His airborne death dive destroyed the announce table, wood shattering beneath them as the table was crushed, giving out under the weight and heavy impact of the high flying elbow drop!

The cowboy gave a silent gasp as the table gave out from under him, crashing hard into it before flopping onto the floor beside Reira with his arm still partially draped over her chest, his own chest rising and falling as he stared up at the lights, his back was sore but he knew he was okay, he just couldn't believe he managed to pull that stupid stunt off and live. It was a rush and he loved it.

After laying on the concrete floor for a moment, Clyde slowly staggered up to his feet, wobbling on weak knees and half lidded eyes, stumbling around for a moment before he reached for Reira's arm and began to pull her body off of the wreckage. Trying his best to lift guide the redhead up before snagging her hair, trying to take her back to the ring and roll her back inside before Clyde himself would slump against the ring apron.

Reira didn't move. Hell, she couldn't move. After Clyde's elbow drop from hell, she could barely even breath, her entire body screaming at her in agony, even though she was too out of it to make any sound other than a pained groan.

Even with the minutes the two of them were laid out next to each other, Reira barely moved other than the rise and fall of her chest as she panted heavily, unable to do anything as Clyde eventually dragged her up and rolled her back into the ring.

Eliza normally considered the violence that was ensuing in the match to be rather abhorrent, certainly not something she'd be involved in. The British girl was never one to back down from those who challenged her, but it was on terms she preferred. In fact were this not a title match involving a good friend of hers Eliza would have probably made herself vanish out here, but she wouldn't here. No when Clyde required her to be here to help, Eliza would admit though. Seeing Clyde bash Reira around with the table was very nice to see, and rightly deserved too.

"Yeah! That's the way Clyde!" Eliza shouted and giving a loud clap of her hands, she was feeling her heart pounding strong as it would when she was in the middle of battle. This realisation made the dancing passion pause before giving a polite cough.

Mercy being propped again the young lady was noticed by quite a few people, Eliza lightly blushed as she felt Clyde's girlfriend lay on her so. Eliza would subtly try to have Mercy sit up a bit normally than she was right now, at least so it wouldn't be a case of it not being what it looked like. The dancing passion still would bite her lower lip as Clyde continued his battle with Reira, holding her proverbial breath while doing so.

Throwing Reira into the ring, Clyde clutched his aching arm and slumped against the ring apron where he'd hear Eliza still shouting for him. He gave a weak smile and a small thumbs up with his good arm before he rolled into the ring and crawled up to Reira, going eye level with her heaving chest before he simply slumped against her body.

"Guh..." With a tired flop, Clyde went for the pin, resting over Reira's body, panting against the canvas as the Ref-girl slid in and began the count!

"C'mon... C'mon..."

"ONE!!"

The crowd screamed the count along with the referee. Finally, after a year of hell, Reira was going to lose the Tension Title and a real fighter would hold it!

"TWO!"

The ref girls hand dropped a second time, raising for a third. Finally, after all these years, Clyde Gastin, one of the most beloved and greatest fighters in all of Tension was going to get the glory and World Championship that he deserved, as the hand went down a third time, the crowd about to scream that third and final pinfall in unison!

And then Reira's arm shot up.

Somehow, despite looking (and feeling) half dead, without the strength to actually kick her legs, Reira's instinct as a wrestling veteran carried her through, her arm shooting up in the air just enough to force one shoulder off the mat, breaking the count at a solid 2.9, to the crowds disappointment, which they made evident with the loudest chorus of boo's yet!

Clyde's heart skipped a beat as he heard the second count, holding his breath as he awaited the third count that would seal the deal and end the-

"Nh!" Suddenly Reira shot up her arm and pushed Clyde off right right as the ref's hand hit the mat! The crowd of thousands giving a collective gasp of disappointment as Clyde sat up and looked at the ref with a desperate look on his face, holding up three fingers to the ref-girl who would simply yell out. "TWO!"

"Shit..." He groaned before slamming fist on the mat. "Shit!!" He added as he stuck the mat with his fist before running his hands through his hair in frustration. Reira was built like a tank!

Slowly Clyde rose with the aid of the ropes, a bloody mask upon his face as he looked down the dead looking Reira.

"Ya best stay down, lady." Clyde muttered, knowing he could end it right here and now. The cowboy lurched over in front of Reira, knowing she wasn't going to rise without some help.

"IKUZO!!" Roared the tired Cowboy with a fist raised at the crowd before he tried to hook Reira's legs under his arms and drag her back to the center, trying to set up for his Sharpshooter finisher!

Mercy had been coming around for quite a while, but even though she was conscious, she still felt like she was a million miles away. As Eliza tried to nudge Mercy off her, her hand came down and pushed against Eliza's thigh to stabilize herself.

"Nnnn...."

She blinked a few times and looked at the ring. She saw two fuzzy blobs starting to come into focus. The sudden uproar from the crowd following Clyde's howl made es widen and things became more clear.

"Nnn... Clyde?" She managed and narrowed her eyes. Mercy then leaned forward, holding on tightly to what her hand was resting against. "CLYYYYDE!?"

It didn't sound like a scream or a question in her mind, even though it came out like a loud, squealing bark of confusion, in the lingering cheers of the crowd, it might have been interpreted more as a spirited cheer for her ex-boyfriend.

Eliza thought that Clyde might have had Reira there, the incident involving the table wasn't something easily shaken off after all. Ms Harenwood felt like she was treading over eggshells, and that said something considering that Eliza'd have no trouble tiptoeing quietly over dry leaves if she wanted to. The British lady held her breath as the cowboy went for the pin, there was the one. Good, a two. Almost there......

But it didn't happen. Eliza had instantly joined in with the mass chorus of boos, Clyde had her there! If it was just a little bit faster he'd have secured victory with the belt along with it, but the nudge on Ms Harenwood's lovely leg from Mercy had made Eliza realise what she was like at this point. In the public eye Eliza had the image of a prim, proper lady. But here the dancing passion was acting like one of the fans.

Eliza ignored the grip on her leg's stockings, and she leaned forward too. Putting her hands in a cone close to her mouth while shouting "Stay on em Clyde! Make her suffer!" Ms Harenwood put her own hand on Mercy's right shoulder, perhaps it was in response to the woman sitting next to her.