Property, Prestige & Pride

Tonight's live showing AFW Tension was about to start and the arena was mostly quiet as the fans in attendance began to take their seats in the packed arena that housed thousands of fans. Attendance going up since the start of the new year, had people crammed in tight, the front row poping with rowdy, eager fans who awaited the start of the live show to begin. Eventually, seven P.M. rolled around and lights slowly faded out until...

"Heavy Is The Head" by The Zac Brown Band began to suddenly blast through the arena speakers, the crowd on their feet as the name 'Clyde Gastin' appeared over the giant tron, looping images of the cowboy's death defying high-flying maneuvers, stunners, sharpshooters and a bloodied face, smiling as he held the Tension title.

Finally the champion appeared, slowly stepping out onto the entrance ramp with the Tension Title over his shoulder, wearing his tailored suit that Eliza had given him. The crowd leaping to their feet, roaring with approval as they saw Tension's brand new World Champion after his hellish battle with Reira Kirishima. The hatless cowboy would to his left and right, eyeing the roaring crowd before he grabbed the title belt and raised it high above his head, grinning ear to ear as he made his way down the ramp as the champion, high fiving fans along the way, making sure to go completely along the front row before he marched up the steel steps and got into the ring, climbing a nearby turnbuckle to raise the title above his head as cameras illuminated the arena.

Clyde went to every corner to bask in his glory before he finally went for a mic and let his music fade out. Alone, the champion stood in the center of the ring, title over his shoulder, trying to find the right words.

"Ladies and gentleman of my beloved nation of Japan... The good people of Kyoto, my favorite city on earth... The millions watching at home all over the world! Do not adjust your television sets or web browsers because, yes. The rumors are true! Clyde T. Gastin. Is. Ichiban!!!" Roared the champion as he raised the title with one arm high into the air in front of the cheering crowd.

"I am proud ta' call myself your champion, Kyoto. It wasn't easy gettin' here. From Reira Kirishima being one of the toughest opponents I've ever face and having to dive through a table just to help myself in beatin' her... Ta' gettin' the snot kicked outta me by creeps in masks and crazy lesbians that humiliated me and broke my arm so I could barely compete in the battle royale. I've had my career threated so many times. I've seen my friends and family brutalized on countless occasions... There were many times I wished I just laid down and quit so all the pain could just stop, 'cause clearly, I wasn't cut out for this..." Admitted the cowboy as he lowered his head before raising it with a smile.

"But I never stopped goin'! And even after all the things your General Manager, Melissa Sellers did to weigh me down and torture me, NONE of it mattered because I. Am. Your AFW Tension Champion, baby! WHEW!" Roared the rowdy cowboy with a bright grin in front of the roaring crowd.

"Melissa Sellers... You failed. I'm the King of Kyoto now. The sheriff. The baddest sumbitch this side of the rising sun! And there ain't a damn thing YOU, your Thorns, Reira Kirishima, Killer King, Mariko Ishii, Abbey Abraxas, Krystyna Afineevsky, Juniper Nayle, Carmen and Army Rodriguez, Valerie Von Vulpes The Takeuchi's! Belle B. Barker Or even a Higurashi can do ta' take this title away from me! I'm the champ and I'm gonna stay the champ! I'll take on anyone, any time and any place and prove to the world, just like I proved to you, Melissa, that I am the best and I'm gonna stay the best for a long time, baby...." Roared the cowboy in front of the cheering crowd as their champion ranted and raved.

"Now... Speaking of Thorns of a Rose... Emi Keyes... You your girls, Kelli and Aoi sure had a blast takin' my arm outta action and... Humiliating me in the ring. Glad y'all had yer fun, too bad none of it kept me down for long! BUT! There is one thing you got that... I've been dyin' ta' have back for a long time... My hat. Muttered the cowboy with a slight growl before he turned to the entrance ramp.

"Emi Keyes! Step outta the shadow of your Thorns and your sorry mistress, Sellers! I offer ya' a chance of a lifetime! A shot for the Tension World Title! One on One with the champ! But If I win... I get my hat back...." Said the cowboy as he stepped back to the other end of the ring and awaited his challenge to be answered!

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Clyde wouldn't have to wait long for Emi to make her entrance. "So, I guess you didn't learn your lesson the last time we met." Emi would say as she held a mic up to her mouth. "I guess if you want me to strip you of your title and your dignity i guess i can accept your challenge." Emi would say as she would drop the mic and make her way down towards the ring.

Emi would slide into the ring and immedaitly charge at Clyde to punch him in the stomach. "I hope you are ready for this." Emi would say as she attacked Clyde before the bell. "Your belt is mine."

Clyde smirked confidently as Emi made her appearance on the entrance ramp and accepted his challenge. "Awesome. Then next week we'll..." Clyde began to say before he noticed Emi coming down the ramp. The hatless Cowboy raised his brow curiously before Emi got in the ring and charged.

"OUGH!!" The blow to the stomach caught Clyde off guard and made him stumble back, dropping the title belt as he felt the air leave his lungs.

Emi would smile a she knocked Clyde back. "What is the matter? I thought you wanted to fight." Emi would say as she would try to punch Clyde again except this time Emi would aim for Clyde's face. "Come on CLyde fight back." Emi would say as she would keep attacking Clyde by punching him repeatedly in the face. Emi was not going to give Clyde a chance to fight back as she was going to crush Clyde here and now.

Clyde growled and glared at Emi through the pain in his stomach before another punch came and slammed right into his face. "Ghhh!!" The blow snapped his head back harshly, his brain scrambled as he stumbled back against the ropes before repeated punches battered his face left to right.

"Gh! GH! Uhh! UGH!" Clyde had been caught off guard and now each blow was just smacking his face around, feeling the hard smack of Emi's knuckles digging into his bruised face, cutting his limp as he was knocked around before he slumped against the ropes, his arms draped over the top.

Emi was enjoying pummeling Clyde''s face in. "Come on Clyde at least fight back." Emi would say before grabbing Clyde's shoulders before slamming her knee between Clyde's legs. Emi would laugh at Clyde as she would grab Clyde's hair and toss him to the mat. "I was hoping for a challenge but i guess i got my hopes up for nothing." Emi would say as she stood over Clyde.

Feeling Emi, grab his shoulders, Clyde was about to try and retaliate with a headbutt before he felt his jewels suddenly get crushed by Emi's horrible knee!! Earning a unanimous cry of sympathy from the crowd as Clyde's balls were blasted.

"HNNNGNNHH!!" The champion's eyes bulged wide, his teeth gritted tightly as he released a silent whine of pain, groaning weakly as he was pulled by the hair and tossed to the mat where he rolled and lay under Emi, holding his balls.

"Nh...Hhn..." Clyde was in horrible pain but he'd glare angrily and definitely at Emi, trying to rise to one knee a throw a desperate punch at her abdomen!

Emi would just look down at Clyde as he would get to a knee. Emi would take a step back avoiding Clyde's punch before kicking her leg forward to smash it into Clyde's face. "You truly are pathetic." Emi would say as she would try to kick Clyde onto his back. "I am going to enjoy this more than you know." Emi would say as she would move between Clyde's legs to stomp on his balls. "Scream for me like a bitch."

Clyde swung at Emi and his eyes would widen as his weak, desperate punch went nowhere, seeing Emi just step back before unleashing a horrid kick that blasted Clyde right in the face.

"HUUkk!!" Spit flew from Clyde's mouth as his face was blasted, his eyes crossing as he was punted onto his back, flopping limply to the mat, sprawled out on his back with a busted lip.

"U-Uhhh...." Weakly, he'd groan, staring up at the lights before Emi cruelly stomped down on his sore jewels. "A---AUUUHHHHHGGGHHHH!!" Clyde screamed with tears in his eyes, twitching on the mat as his poor balls were stomped on, screaming like Emi commanded him to.

Emi couldn't help but smile as she crushed Clyde's manhood. "I think this is going to be the easiest win i have ever had." Emi would say as she would raise her leg again just to stomp in right back down onto Clyde's crotch. "Why don't you just surrender now and i promise i won't beat you up too much more. Hey i might even let you walk out of this arena with some of your dignity." Emi would say as sh tortured Clyde.