Tension World Title Match: Emi Keyes Vs. Clyde Gastin (C)

Emi was caught by complete surprise as Clyde avoided her kick and jumped straight in the air. Emi took the kick straight to her chest again causing Emi to fall to the mat holding her chest in pain. "Son of a bitch that hurt." Emi would say as she would roll away from Clyde while holding her chest to try and get the pain to go away.

Knocking Emi down, Clyde grinned ear to ear as he massaged his ringing head, not wanting to stop to recover and instead press on the attack.

"Well it ain't supposed ta' tickle, hun!" Clyde exclaimed as he saw Emi roll away. He tried to follow after her however, trying to reach for her wrist, grab her and whip her into the ropes while Clyde ran to the opposite ones, counting on Emi to run back at him as Clyde waited for Emi to return before he tried to get a hand between her leg and the other over her shoulder, lifting her up and turning over sharply to give Emi a Powerslam!

Clyde seemed to have gotten his second wind as he sent Emi towards the ropes. Emi would bounce off of the ropes before running right back towards Clyde who was ready for her. Before Emi could act Clyde had already lifted her up for the powerslam. Emi hit the mat with a thud as she groaned in pain while rubbing her back. You are going to pay for that." Emi would say as she would try to quickly recover that move.

Hitting the powerslam on Emi, Clyde flopped off Emi and landed on his back, arms spread out as he breathed heavily, trying to recover a moment before he rose up slowly to his feet.

"Guh..." Weakly, he slumped against the ropes and massaged his throbbing head. He looked back and saw Emi recovering and about to rise up. Waiting for her to stand, Clyde jumped up and planted both feet on the second rope before bouncing off the rope and and leaping right towards Emi.

"I'll pay ya back, right here!" Clyde yelled in mid air as he tried to kick Emi across the chest with a Springboard Kick off the ropes!

Emi was still trying to get to her feet as Clyde made his next move. Emi had just managed to finally get up when Clyde's leg slammed across her chest knocking Emi right back down to the mat with a thud. All Emi could do was lay there moaning in pain as Clyde began to swing the match in his favor. Emi would try to roll away from Clyde to put some space between them so she could recover.

"Ha! Ha!" Clyde laughed flexing for the crowd after hitting the kick before he kneeled down and tried to pin Emi as he laid over her body and hooked her leg.

"Ain't so tough when you ain't cheating..."

"ONE!!"

Emi was not happy with how this match was turning out and as Clyde went for the pin Emi would quickly try to break the pin. "Fuck you!" Emi would yell out as the ref counted to 1. Emi would use her strength to raise her shoulder off the mat as the ref counted to 2. Emi would then quickly try to push Clyde off of her before the cowboy could do anymore damage.

Securing the pin, Clyde thought he had Emi as the heard the first and second counts before... "Guh!" she kicked out and shoved Clyde right off of her!

Falling off of Emi, Clyde rolled back into a kneel and stared at the thorn with a wry grin. "Temper, temper." He teased as he wagged a finger back and forth.

"If you gon' be champ you can't use that kinda language!" He added before trying to rush Emi and secure her in a tight side headlock, compressing her cheek against his ribs!

Emi was getting tired of Clyde having his way in this match. So, when Clyde picked Emi up and placed her in a headlock. Emi would start to fight back. Emi would quickly try to punch Clyde right between his legs to teach Clyde just who he was messing with. "Time to shut that mouth of your." Emi would say as she would attack Clyde's manhood.

"Heh! You thorns ain't all that tough!" Clyde laughed as he seized Emi in the headlock, trying to wear her down while allowing himself time to recover a bit. But all that got cut short when Emi's fist suddenly rocketed up and tagged Clyde in his privates!

"OOOUUUGHH!!" The headlock was released and Clyde's eyes crossed, his legs buckling violently as he took a step forward, holding his junk before flopping face down, ass up, holding his sore crotch as the packed Kyoto crowd booed The Thorn for low blowing the champion that was writhing in pain along the mat!