Tension World Title Match: Clyde Gastin (C) Vs. Ami Takeuchi (W/ Daisuke Takeuchi)

It was finally Ami's time to shine, after joining the AFW after her brother did, not many people could foresee the success she had gotten in the ring, with her sly tactics and decent enough wrestling ability- coupled with her devilish good looks and charm, she seemed to have made a reputation for herself in the Tension locker room. She wasn't alone though,Daisuke was there to look after her back and she was there for her brother and even though they were generally dislike by most tension stars, they seemed to have done well watching each others back.

Daisuke was outside her locker room, leaning against the wall and waiting impatiently, waiting for his sister. "Hmmrhh...come on" he said, looking at the time.

Inside the locker room, Ami was busy getting prepped up for her big title match, she had chosen to surprise everyone by choosing to wear her special white bikini with a pink ribbon around the middle of her chest and around her waist. "There,it's done" she smiled fixing the attire to make sure everything is in place, then fixing her hair and putting on a pair of white wrestling boot. She watched herself in the mirror, at her waist, tonight that waist could be covered in gold.

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She walked out the door, Daisuke quickly straightened up. "Alright sis, tonight's your big night. Let's go out there and show these losers who runs tension" he said, trying to pump her up. She simply grinned and nodded.

They walked out to the gorilla position, standing behind the curtains and then when her music cued, she burst out of the curtains with her hands in the air, blowing kisses to the fans while Daisuke followed in behind her. The supermodel's heart was racing but she felt ready, with all that hard work- now was the time to do everything and anything to win the belt.

Ami jumped up the ring apron and made her way inside the ring, she moved to her corner and started to do her pre match stretches and warm up, her arms grabbing the ropes in the corner as she bent down on her knees doing some squats- finishing that she stretched her arms and legs to limber up before leaning in the corner

Meanwhile, Daisuke was standing outside the ring, in his sisters corner.

After Ami's entrance, it wouldn't be long before "Heavy Is The Head" By the Zac Brown band suddenly played throughout the arena and the crowd erupted in to massive cheers as the AFW Tension Champion, Clyde Gastin emerged from the entrance stage to the roaring crowd, wearing his leather cowboy hat, a 'King of Kyoto' shirt, long black wrestling tights with matching boots and pads on his elbows and knees, as well as tape fastened around his wrists. In addition, around his waist was the AFW Tension World Title.

"LETS ROCK, BABY!!!" Cried the cowboy with his finger guns raised to the cheering crowd.

For the first time, he was making a defense without Eliza in his corner. The Takeuchi's had called him out on his integrity as a champion and a man. Clyde was set to prove that he wasn't going to depend nor hide behind Eliza and that he was a capable champion.

He strolled down the ramp, too far away to high five fans. He greeted them with a simple smile as he moved down the ramp before walking up the steel steps, keeping a careful eye on Daisuke before stepping inside the ring where he unlatched the belt and raised the title high at the top of a turnbuckle, letting the fans take pictures before he hopped off and handed the belt off, ditching his shirt and hat to a P.A.

"Heh. Ya here ta' wrestle or did you mistake the match fer a photoshoot?" Clyde muttered dryly as he looked at Ami. He was all jokes right now but he really didn't care for Ami or her brother at all. These two were notorious cheaters and Clyde was determined to be the one to shut down Ami AND Daisuke one after the other.

"Ya mighta gotten lucky with Army and Abbey! But you ain't nevah' fought no Clyde Gastin!" He quipped as he gave a light huff. "I give ya sixty seconds before ya get pinned. Tops."

The arena was a special one tonight, surrounded a pool but there was no danger of one wrestler being pushed out of the ring and into the pool as the ring was still surrounded by the arena pavement around it, enough for Daisuke to take his place outside the ring and in his sisters corner. The two waited patiently, Ami more so as she was the one doing the wrestling, when she heard Clyde's theme burst across the arena, she simply leaned in the corner and yawned- pretending not to pay attention. The supermodel, however, was indeed nervous. It was her first time in such a big match on such a grande scale and she was scared to screw it up but with her brother in her corner, trying to hype her up she felt a bit more relaxed.

When Clyde came down the ramp, she grinned trying to keep her confidence up and not letting him know about her slight nervousness. After he played up to the crowd, firing them up by posing up on the top turnbuckle and letting them take a few clicks of himself, he dropped back and handed his belt, shirt and hat to the ring assistants.

Both of them were now ready to wrestle,"Hmhmhm, you can talk tough all you want cowboy, but this supermodel is going to kick your ass AND look good while doing it, you don't have Eliza with you so you better not act so cocky" she smirked.

With both of them ready, the referee checked with both wrestlers one final time before signalling for the bell

*DING*DING*DING*

As soon as the bell rang, the supermodel raised her hands up infront of her, moving out of the corner and taking to her right as she look to keep her distance while circling around the champ.

Clyde eyed Ami sharply, then Daisuke, then Ami again as she spoke up. A smile creeped across his lips, trying to hold back laughter.

"I-I'm sorry... It's just... It's just hard ta' take ya seriously! Heh!" Mused the cowboy as he covered his mouth, trying not to laugh.

"I don't need Eliza in my corner ta' beat you! But you're really gonna need some brotherly moral support against me!" Clyde said before the bell rang and he came out the corner and circled with Ami before trying to close in on her and start a lockup.

Daisuke just stood there, arms crossed against his chest while leaning against the steel barricade, as if to pretend he had nothing to do with this bout whatsoever. Meanwhile the supermodel had her banter with the champion.

"Ohoo~ don't you worry, you'll take me seriously when I beat you and become champ, they ALL will" she said in a devilish tone as she came out of the corner, hands out infront as if to challenge him to a grapple.

There was no way she was going to out-muscle the champ, she had to be clever. So, when the two circled each other and got in close, the supermodel would try to duck in and get behind Clyde, evading the chance for a lock up and instead looking to wrap her arms around his waist from behind for a standard waistlock, if she would manage to duck from under his lock up attempt.

"Keep dreamin'!" Clyde said as he went for the grapple and... Missed! His eyes widened as Ami ducked under his arms and went behind him. He tried to turn around but the supermodel got him first and wrapped her arms around his waist for a tight waistlock!

"Nh!" Clyde grunted, narrowing his eyes as he pushed at Ami's hands. "Okay! So you ain't all looks, princess." He quipped as he tried to break free as best he could, pushing down on Ami's hands as hard as he could.

If he managed to get loose, he would quickly step around Ami and get her in his own tight waistlock!

The two continued their banter, Ami could handle herself well in a war of words but she had proven to the tension roster that she could handle herself in the ring as well. She wasn't going to go head on with a stronger opponent but managed to sucker him into thinking she was going for the classic collar and elbow lock up, only to nip past him and get in behind for a tight waistlock.

"That's right cowboy!"she cooed in his ears, as she wriggled about, their bodies grinding as she kept squeezing- her head shaking making her lush blue hair wave about in the air as she looked to control the champ.

Ami could feel his hands press down onto her own, pushing them down to loosen her up hold and eventually he broke free, quickly getting in behind her and giving her a taste of her own medicine in a tight waistlock of his own.

"Mnngggh owww...why you"she growled, looking to squat downwards and bring her hands around his wrists, trying to pry them off her waist.

Clyde furrowed his brow as Ami cooed into his ear while her chest was mashed against his back, face slightly red. He didn't like her very much and as pretty as she was, he knew how vile she was as well.

The champ however managed to get a hold on of Ami and put the squeeze on her. "Yeah me!" He growled before stepping to Ami's side, keeping an arm around her body while the other went under her thigh, looking to lift the supermodel up in the air then fall back, trying to drop her flat on her back with a backdrop suplex!

The supermodel made sure she would play to her strengths, which was her good looks and submission techniques. Her plan was to avoid any direct grapple and try to get him down on the mat, where she could neutralise his strength in a ground grapple.

Before she could change up her technique, Clyde quickly broke her grip and went in behind her, wrapping his own stronger arms around her waist and began to squeeze her- making her moan out a bit as she began to struggle against his hold.

"Whooaaa nononono" she cried shaking her head as she was lifted up off the mat and then slammed back down on her back in a simple backdrop suplex *THUD*. Her back crashed against the mat and she moaned in pain, arching her body upwards and clutching her back.