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

Clyde was torn apart. Having dive head first the guard rail before being repeatedly assaulted by Emi's steel chair barrage before crushing his throat. Clyde Gastin was left sputtering and coughing on the arena floor, his body and skull throbbing while his throat felt like it was on fire. In short, Clyde wasn't getting up on his own right away and thought he was going to be done for until Eliza stepped in and saved him.

The crowd roared and gasped in sympathy the moment Eliza low blowed Emi and dropped her, now both fighters were outside the ring and wounded with Emi and Clyde laying beside eachother.

"N-Nhhh...." Clyde groaned and began to slowly crawl his way towards the ring apron, trying to grasp the skirt and use it to pull himself up slowly to his feet as the crowd awaited both fighters to rise back up!

Eliza would admit two things, first brutal matches like this was something she normally refused to be anywhere near. It didn't fit a woman of her stature and class, but considering Clyde was fighting in this she'd make an exception. The other thing was that she normally didn't strike people in the groin area, even with the reputation of being a very good kicker. Wasn't very proper. That said though the dancing passion would admit a third thing.

Kicking Emi felt really, really good. Ms Harenwood hadn't held back with that kick, she was trying to punt as hard as she could. And sure enough the angry whore fell to the ground, as did many who suffered at the hands of the dancing passion's graceful legs. The crowd had given a very loud pop as Eliza had done this.

Giving a smirk Eliza muttered "Hmm, that felt good. No wonder you do this. Your a bitch though." before taking a few steps back. As much as Eliza would love to keep working on Emi till she was blue in the face, this was Clyde's match. The dancing passion cupped her hands and shouted "Get back in this Clyde! Show you have the champ factor!"

Emi couldn't move from her curled up position on the mat. Emi was in so much pain that for the moment she forgot about the match. However, Emi swore that once she got up she was going to break both of Eliza's legs. Emi was then going to shove Clyde's hat up his ass before crushing his nuts into paste. Sadly, Emi couldn't do any of those things thanks to the extreme pain radiating between her legs.

Clyde grasped the ring skirt and pulled himself up to finally stand, hearing some cheers but also a couple boos from the crowd. Clyde felt uneasy but ignored it. He didn't ask Eliza to save him but he was thankful she did it. Without a DQ, Emi could have seriously injured him.

He loved having Eliza cheer for him, but he cared a little too much about the love of the people he fought so hard to earn.

"C'mon you!" Clyde growled as he picked up Emi by the arm and tried to slide her into the ring before he would climb the ropes and then scale the top turnbuckle, waiting for Emi to rise up while Clyde stood atop of the turnbuckle!

As Clyde climbed to the top rope Emi slowly began to get to her feet with one of her hands still wedged between her legs. "Where the fuck is that bitch?" Em yell out as she looked around for Eliza while not even paying attention to Clyde. "I am going to break her fucking legs." Emi would say before hearing the chanting of the crowd. Emi turned just in time to see Clyde on the top rope. "Don't you fucking dare." Emi would say as she would try to move out of the way but with the pain between her legs Emi wasn't going anywhere fast.

Climbing the top rope, Clyde saw Emi and heard her protest. He grinned down at her and hollered. "Oh I fuckin' dare!" He shouted before jumping high off the top turnbuckle and extending his arm out, jumping as far as the slow moving Emi managed to make it to before he came down hard across her body with a high flying elbow drop off the top rope.

Emi could only look on in terror as Clyde would leap off the turnbuckle. Emi would try to move but she was too slow and Clyde slammed into Emi pinning her to the ground outside the ring. Emi was left stunned beneath Clyde as she gasped in pain. Emi would weakly try to push Clyde off of her before the Texan could do anymore damage to Emi.

Hitting Emi with the elbow, Clyde winced, sore from the battle he and Emi had been having. Head and crotch sore as hell but he pushed on, grabbing Emi's ankles and trying to drag her back to the center of the ring.

"IKUZO!!" He shouted before crossing Emi's ankles, stepping through and then locking in a tight Sharpshooter hold! Cracking on her lower back while pulling on her legs.

It seemed that Eliza stepping in had been the key factor in this match, normally she wouldn't have gotten as involved as she had done against Emi. But this was a no DQ fight, and the dancing passion had acted in self defence with the crowd roaring in approval of her doing so. Plus Eliza would inwardly admit that it felt good. Now Clyde was getting back into the swing of things, spurred on by the support of Ms Harenwood.

Now Clyde was bringing the pain right to Emi, and had slammed into her with a right good elbow drop. Which earned a loud clap from Eliza, showing no fear with that high risk move. The cowboy knew full well what was at stake and he was putting his whole body on the line as the champ should, the ring giving a loud thudding noise following the impact.

Clyde's next move though was looking to be a sharpshooter, shades of Bret Hart it seemed! Eliza gave a large grin and cupped her hands shouting "Woo! Nice Clyde let em have it! That's the way!" Eliza reckoned Emi might be regretting her life decisions at this point.

Emi was still out of it from Clyde's top rope jump. So, as Clyde would apply his sharpshooter all Emi could do was roan in pain. However, those groans turned to nears screams of pain a few seconds later as Clyde applied pressure to the hold. "Get off of me you Texan loser." Emi would say as she tried her best to deal with the pain shooting through her back as she tried to think of a way out of the painful hold.