Tension Tag Title Match: Eliza & Clyde vs WhiteGale (c) - The best of the best!

Falling out of the ring with Daisuke, a tired Clyde could only pant on the arena floor beside the girl before slowly starting to stir. The fight and fall have taken a large toll on his body and he has no idea what's going on in the ring as he begins to try and sit up, barely knowing where he was as he tried to grasp onto the ring apron and rise to his feet, the match having taken a huge toll on his body and the great fall he had with Daisuke didn't help.

Time seemed to slow down for Eliza, it didn't really of course. But with the mental state of the dancing passion it certainly felt as though it had done so, she couldn't hear anything outside the ring. Her main focus was on if she could feel her leg collide with the side of Sion's head, if so then he'd have certainly had his lights put out. At this point in the match no one could withstand a powerful blow like that to their head, especially one delivered from the powerful lower limbs of the dancing passion. Sion would crumble to the ground like a sack of potatoes, Eliza would pin for the 1,2,3 and she and Clyde would parade with the belts in glorious victory!

But the impact wasn't felt, there was no grunt from Sion. Nothing. That only meant one thing, Eliza's came up empty. Her attack missed, shot wide, failed to connect. No doubt the male Canadian had gone down low, allowing Eliza to go overhead with it. Which only meant one thing, Sion would be in prime position to counterattack.

No sooner had Eliza's legs touched the canvas did Sion spring into action, using his own legs to deliver a hard shot right to Ms Harenwood's gut. Jarred and stunned by this blow Eliza bent over, right into the trap. Sion would get in close for his upcoming attack, Eliza feared a powerbomb from the built man from Canada.

Only there wasn't one, Sion's legs moved. The next thing Eliza knew she was send for a loop, her hair splaying wildly about as well as her vision. Then a loud booming thud was heard across the ring and the arena, Eliza lost track at that point. Her formerly wide eyes suddenly clamped shut as she just lay there, prone and left wondering just what the hell hit her there. If she even was thinking that at all, Eliza was out of it.

After Sion planted Eliza with the flipping piledriver he could feel that he got out of it and that this one was just about done. He could have went for a pin right there as he was in perfect position to do so, but instead he decided to make a move upstairs. He grabbed Eliza and dragged her a little bit so she would be a little bit closer to corner than being directly in the middle of the ring, but there was still some distance between her and the corner as he began to go to the top rope. He's done this before however, and while his success rate of connecting with the move was less than perfect, when it did connect it was pretty much all she wrote. As he went to the top he did so as quickly as he could, not wanting to waste too much time, though some could argue him not going for the pin after that last one could come back to haunt him. However he felt that he got it to the point where Eliza wouldn't be getting up after that, so when he got his footing to his liking up top he would leap up and attempt to connect with a shooting star press.

As for Clyde, Daisuke was attempting to pull herself up after the two of them fell over the top and landed on the floor courtesy of Clyde rushing in after Dai broke up a pin attempt. She couldn't quite make out what was going on in the ring but could still hear something was happening, and after what sounded like impact of some kind she could also hear Lina reacting positively. When she managed to get a few of what was going on in the ring she saw a laying Eliza and Sion moving towards one of the corners. She had a feeling what was coming so she decided to throw herself against Clyde, hoping that would be enough to take him down with her landing on top so he couldn't attempt to stop Sion from what he was plotting.

Held back from being unable to get in the ring, Clyde saw Eliza get driven head first into the canvas and get straight up wasted. He winced at the impact and looked on at Eliza with deep concern as he saw her hurt and laid out on the canvas! He was too late, Eliza was done for... But at least it was over.

Or, so he thought. Clyde's eyes shot wide as he saw Sion not go for a pin and instead begin to drag Eliza closer to a corner. His eyes widened in horror as he watched Sion scale the turnbuckle while Eliza lay there sprawled out and unmoving.

"NO! NO DON'T! YOU'RE GOING TOO FAR! IT'S ALREADY OVER!" Clyde shouted as Sion was going to hurt Eliza even more while she was defenseless and the cowboy was forced to just watch as Sion spun in the air, coming down on her prone body with the shooting star splash!!

Eliza hadn't any idea where she was currently, as she had been spiked right on her head with that Canadian Destroyer Sion delivered against the dancing passion. She wasn't out of it, but her mind had pretty much shut down at this point thanks to the tremendous blow to her head that she had suffered. It certainly seemed like that would be enough, with the length of the match and the damage that had done a victory seemed clear indeed. Clyde was out of it too, it seemed that this was in the can and a clear victory for WhiteGale.

Though Sion wasn't done yet, he dragged the crumpled person known as Eliza Harenwood for whatever it was the male Canadian had planned. The dancing passion had no clue where she was right now, her eyes tightly shut as the numbing sensation was all around her. She was aware of a loud din, the many fans of the dancing passion booing in what Sion was about to do here. Then suddenly Eliza felt someone crash down on her.

Whatever, or whoever it was didn't matter. With the state of Eliza all she really did was simply groan and writhe about where she was, any sort of fight was completely gone on the part of the dancing passion at this point......

Eliza's supporters may not liked what was about to go down, however those supporting the opposition did and let their voices be heard. To Sion however, whether there were those cheering for or against him, it didn't matter at the moment. He felt that he had to give that last extra little bit to put things away for sure. Even though he knew he got all of that piledriver something inside told him to go upstairs as soon as he hit it, it wasn't something he was doing out of malice.

Not only could he hear the people in the background, he could hear Clyde as well, though that didn't stop him from coming off the top and going for the shooting star press...which on this night he managed to connect with.

Upon contact with Eliza he would looks to remain where he is and go for the pin here, he would also move an arm towards one of Eliza's legs and pull it in, hooking it up as the referee slid into position to begin the count.

Eliza was out of it more or less, didn't know where she was. What just happened to her, though she could feel the pain through her body. Every limb just felt numb, like her entire self was simply dead weight at this point. Sion's last move just took out any fight left in the dancing passion, the male Canadian got Eliza ready for a pin. Eliza vaguely felt herself be moved over, but nothing else. The crowd was already in uproar, quite a few outraged at what just occurred to Ms Harenwood the darling girl of Tension.

The ref moved in close.

ONE!

No movement from Eliza other than her simply breathing in and out.........

TWO!

Eliza's leg even when held by Sion was limp, it was just him putting in any effort at that point. The dancing passion again only simply breathed in and out..........

THREE!!!!

The ref then stood up and promptly called for the bell, it rung loudly several times over the arena. Eliza had managed to hear that at least, and knew the fate she had met. Eliza's first proper title match had ended in failure, Ms Harenwood never felt too hard on herself. But she couldn't help but feel that notion in the back of her head, that true success might be just out of reach for her regardless.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! YOUR WINNERS AND STILL THE TENSION TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! SION AND DAISUKE OF WHITEGALE!!!!!!!" the announcer shouted at the top of her lungs. Had Eliza been healthier she might have offered her respects to the opponents for a well fought bout, in her current state however Eliza could only lay where she was.......

Clyde winced as he saw Eliza get splashed and crushed by Sion. The cowboy's wide open eyes trembling with fear and worry as he saw his beloved partner go limp and unmoving against her much bigger opponent. He coudn't shake Daisuke off him and he knew the fight was over, he didn't even want Eliza to kick out, knowing she had endured enough.

His only concern was Eliza herself, wondering how hurt she was laid there unmoving as the ref made the three count and called for the bell.

Clyde didn't even care. He rushed right into the ring and slid towards Eliza. If Sion were there, Clyde was gonna make hi move as he kneeled beside his partner before putting his hands under Eliza's waist and softly lifting her head.

"E-Eliza!? Y-You alright..?" Clyde whispered as he held her, trying to rouse the limp dancer.

When the bell sounded Daisuke got off of Clyde, as there was no longer a reason to stay on him as the match was over. She went to join Sion in the ring as Lita left the commentary position and high fived Lina before the two of them joined the victorious duo on the inside.

As for Sion, when he connected with the shooting star press he knew that would be all she wrote, and when the bell sounded his facial expression showed satisfaction that his team successfully finished their first championship defense. Getting to the point where they came into the match as the defending champions wasn't an easy accomplishment, and defend was just as difficult. Like John and Ryan before them, both Eliza and Clyde gave them a good run, but in the end Daisuke and Sion came out on top. There was no need to stay on top of Eliza following the three count and he stood up after the bell sounded. He saw Clyde coming and backed off, as did the others. They weren't sure what his intentions were but they didn't get in the way, though Sion was caught a bit by surprised at the rate of speed Clyde came in.

Still, the feeling of getting the belts back in their hands, and getting their hands raised with gold held high was welcoming. What would come next for them remained to be seen, but they defeated one of the top teams to get the belts, and two of the top singles wrestlers to retain them. Whatever was next to come they were confident they would be able to handle it, but first some rest.

They were about to leave, as the ring was pretty full with all of the WhiteGale members, the opposing team, and the referee there, when Sion stopped and looked back towards Clyde and Eliza. "Uh, is she alright?"

Eliza's whole body ached as it did when defeat had occurred for her, but this was stinging far, far more than it had before. Perhaps it was because of the key moment in her career that this match had been, Eliza's very first proper title bout had resulted in a defeat for her. That made it hurt way more, was Eliza really worthy of one day wearing gold around her waist? The British woman didn't want to think on it, even with the niggling little seed of doubt in her head. Some people might want her to blame Clyde for not being able to bail her out, but Eliza wouldn't do that. She couldn't.

Clyde had checked up on the British/French woman, asking if she was okay. Eliza opened one of her eyes though kept it a bit narrow, the glare from the lights above made it so Eliza didn't want to open them too much. Eliza gave a quiet sigh, not willing to really speak at the moment. Though the young woman would mutter out with "......No....I'm not.....Almost had it....." groaning quietly after saying this.

Eliza though decided it was time to depart, her body just felt numb to the bone. But she'd sling an arm over Clyde's neck to help prop herself up, she'd count on the cowboy to take most of the walk here given the state Eliza was in at the moment. Though before they got out of here for good and let WhiteGale celebrate the victory of their very first title defence Eliza would say as loud as she could with "Well fought......" though it sounded like a normal volume pair of words given her battered body. One thing was proven though, Sion and Daisuke had proved themselves as tough champions just like the former ones the UK Elite. Any future challengers would certainly have it tough in defeating the proud warriors from Canada.

For now though Eliza would simply take it easy, the battle was done and there was no point in negatively contemplating it any further.........