24/7 Title: Clyde Gastin Vs. Catelyn Cormac (Complete)

"Sorry Bout This!" Clyde would exclaim a quickly apology to Cat just before slamming the trashcan over her head to effectively trap the girl's arms and body within the metal can, making her vulnerable and easy target for Clyde to attack, this cheap and desperate maneuver being a common a thing for Clyde to use during these kinds of matches, and he hoped that using this would be the key towards putting Cat away to effectively end the match and claim the 24/7 title.

Immediately after trapping Catelyn in the trash can, Clyde quickly lifted his leg up to throw a quick yet off-balance thrusting kick at Cat, causing a loud *CLANG* to emit from the trashcan that was over her, as the Texan's boot struck the metal can to knock the other brawler down. After nailing the kick, Clyde stumbled backwards and nearly tripped over, but was stopped as he fell against the ring apron and caught himself. He then looked down at Cat as she laid stunned on the arena floor, before looking towards the crowd once he heard them erupt into a frenzy of loud and frantic yelling, as if they encouraging Clyde to make a big finish. They were chanting something, but Clyde couldn't exactly tell what they were saying, he then turned to his left and looked up towards the ring post before looking back down at Cat, who remained prone. A wide and mischievous grin then began slowly to creep over the lips of the Texan as an idea suddenly struck him. Although he was tired, worn, and bleeding, Clyde slowly forced himself to grab onto the ring ropes and pull himself up on the apron with everything he had in his arms before crawling his way towards the ring post, carefully climbing the turnbuckle once he reached it.

"Hope Heather's Watchin'..." Clyde thought to himself as he continued to grin while he climbed onto the turnbuckle, turning his back towards Cat before carefully standing himself up a bit, looking down at his opponent over his shoulder. Clyde rarely used any high-flying maneuvers at all, he knew it wasn't his best attribute and figured it was best to avoid those type of moves. But this time however, he wanted this match in a big way and knew just how to do it. Or so he thought.

Standing on the turnbuckle with his back turned to Cat, Clyde took a deep breath before he prepared to end the match here with a tribute to his lover, Heather Sunderland; by using her own finishing move to end the match against Catelyn, The SunderSault 2.0, which was in fact a a corkscrew moonsault. The only problem however was that Clyde had never ever tried preform corkscrew moonsault before, let alone just a back-flip. But he figured it wouldn't be too hard to pull off.

"Here I Go!!" Clyde would exclaim loudly before suddenly jumping backwards off of the turnbuckle, while twisting his body to the side. Trying to preform the moonsault while spinning his body. Clyde however, never once flipped or spun in the air. He instead fell towards the arena floor with his shoulders pointing down, while turned slightly sideways. If Cat didn't move. Clyde would successfully crash down on Cat with his botched SunderSault. Landing sideways on the back of his shoulders, at the top part of his spine and the bottom of his neck. Falling down hard on Cat's trapped body, landing stiffly on his shoulders first before tilting over on his side as he stood upside down for a moment before falling over on the arena floor. Massively dazed.

Cat was quite effectively trapped inside trashcan and quite stunned by the kick, she had no idea of what Clyde was planning, as he climbed up into the ring apron and up the ring posts, the situation looked dire for Catelyn Cormac, she couldn't hear much inside the trashcan, all she could hear was a slight amount of screams from the crowd, but they were to muffled to make out, Cat felt like this was it for her, that this was as far as she would go in the match, she couldn't get out, she had taken quite a great deal of pain, her head was busted open and blood was running over her face, she was actually surprised she had been able to fight for this long and put up a good fight in her opinion.

As Clyde jumped of the ropes, the screams of the crowd grew louder, but as he seemed to mess up his jump the crowd reacted in the way most would expect ,their reaction changed from cheers to sounds of worry, "Probably not gonna feel to good tomorrow" was the last thought Cat had as Clyde's shoulder crashed down into the trashcan making it way down onto Cat, the resounding *Smack* that could be heard as a large dent was made in th Trashcan, Cat let out no sound as but her body jolted and shook a bit from the great devastating impact, before lying completely still.

The crowd let out a sound of sympathy from the pain Cat must have received from Clyde's botch high-flying move.

Attempting to preform the SunderSault 2.0 was a bad idea from the beginning, but Clyde didn't realize this until he crashed and burned with the move that he failed to pull off, as he splashed on top of Cat with the top part of his shoulders driving down into Cat's trapped body down on the arena floor, and while he did nail Cat directly, Clyde took quite a bit of pain from the botched SunderSault that he had messed up, feeling a sharp jolt of pain surge from between his shoulders and upper-back, releasing a howl of pain as his body flopped down onto his side instantly laying prone down on the arena floor.

"Damn...T-That hurt..." Clyde would groan out as he writhed in pain on the arena floor, gritting down on his teeth to fight through the pain surging into body before he lifted his head to look up at Cat, seeing that she was clearly out of it, he attempted to crawl towards her, pulling himself up over her before limply dropping on top of her to go for a desperate and tired pin. "D-Damn good fight..." Clyde would mutter to Cat as he laid over her trash can covered body, gasping for breath before laying his head tiredly down on the metal can as he watched the Ref-girl slide next to them and start to count.

"ONE!!"

Cat seemed to be completely out of it, as Clyde began to crawl on top of her trashcan covered body, she didn't respond to Clyde's howl of pain or his words, she didn't even know that he laid on top of her, the severely dented trashcan, there was nothing she could do as the ref girl slid in and began to count, she was knocked out cold form the looks of it, as she didn't move and didn't speak, she didn't even groan in pain or anything.

As the first count came Cat did nothing, and as the ref girl slammed down her hand for the second time and shouted "TWO!!" the crowd joined in on the count, and then came the third slam of her hand and the entire arena seemed to shout along with the ref girl for a thunderous "THREE!!" count, Cat remained laid out cold.

As Clyde laid on top of Cat, he felt as if time slowed down for a moment while he waited for the ref to make the count, feeling his heart begin to pulse as he waited and hoped for a three count. Wanting to be crowned a champion more than anything. Suddenly however, Clyde heard what sounded like a loud three being yelled before he heard the bell ring, the crowd then instantly broke into a loud frenzy as the battered, bruised and bloody Texan won the 24/7 title.

"I...Won....?" Clyde would mutter in disbelief as he opened his eyes before seeing the ref-girl walk up towards him and pull the boy up to his feet, staggering up a bit as struggled to stand before she handed him the belt and rose his arms up, carrying the golden trophy in his hands, holding it high above his head to the roaring crowd. The Alcoholic Scallywag Brawler finally became a champion.

The press quickly swarmed in as several reporters and cameramen went over the barricade and made a circle around Cat and Clyde, shoving several microphones in front of Clyde's bloodied face as he was being bombarded by several flashing camera's. So many of them asking him different questions, like what he was going to do, or how he felt. Extremely Sore from head to toe is how he felt, but he wasn't going to say that, he had something else to say. Quickly Clyde leaned towards one of the mic's as a camera swooped in close to his blood covered face, just as the Texan began to speak.

"I Just got... One thing ta' Say... To ma' girl back home..." Clyde would mutter before raising the title in his hands, high above his head. Not noticing that Ref-Girl next to him was poking at his shoulder to get his attention. "Yo Heather... I DID IT!!!" Clyde would exclaim before an acoustic guitar was suddenly swung down towards Clyde, nearly hitting him the head, instead striking a few reporters.

"Gimme That Title, Bitch!!" Andrea Ümlaüt would yell as she once again tried to swing her half broken guitar at Clyde, who had forgotten about the 24/7 rules that now applied to his belt. He was a target on the run.

"F-Fuck!!!" Clyde would exclaim in slight fear before pushing his way through the mob of reporters, running as fast he could towards the entrance ramp, even though his head was busted open, and his body was massively sore, Clyde ran as fast as he could towards the backstage area, feeling his sore shoulders and legs ache with each step he took, but this wouldn't stop him from fleeing with the belt in his hands, leaving Andrea behind with the mob of reporters as the Texan bolted out of the arena with his title. Determined to return home a champion.



Clyde Gastin Wins The Tension 24/7 Title Via Pinfall.