Eliza Harenwood vs Clyde Gastin.

Eliza missed Clyde with her double foot stomp attempt, her legs absorbing the impact of landing on the blank canvas. It forced her to go into a roll, stopping near the other turnbuckle. That was certainly powerful, if Mr Gastin had been caught on the end of that. You could probably count to 100, it was kinda rare to see Eliza go top rope. Sure she could flip and all that, but she hadn't done much leaping off stuff.

Ms Harenwood got onto her knees, clutching the ropes for support. Her legs felt a tad wobbly, like when you go to a theme park and it's one of those rides where your legs just dangle as you fly about. Eliza slowly stood back up, she was hoping to try and end this quickly. She was starting to run out of ideas and energy, while she was thinking of what to do Clyde would have a chance to recuperate.

Managing to roll aside, a wave of relief came over Clyde as he managed to avoid Eliza's shapely legs that nearly crushed his stomach from way up high in the air. He would sit up on his knees immediately after the dodge to see Eliza roll near the turnbuckle with wobbly legs, putting a glimmer in Clyde's eye.

He stood up instantly and bursted into a sprint, lowering his head, he would try to ram his shoulder into Eliza's stomach within his run and spear her right into the corner turnbuckle!

Eliza was busy moving out into the middle of the ring, hoping to mount some more offense to keep the cowboy down. But Mr Clyde was coming at her fast, quick on the draw to be sure. It sent the ballroom girl right back into that corner, Clyde's shoulder digging into her gut. The turnbuckle offering her no respite.

"Guh!" Ms Harenwood sharply yelled out, it wasn't looking good. Clyde had her there with no space to perform some fancy aerobic shit to get away. So she tried pounding her balled hands onto his back over and over. It wasn't as good as knees to the belly with her, but she was panicking here.

Slamming his shoulder into Eliza, Clyde remained there for a moment before he felt the girl's fists begin to pound at his back, causing Clyde to grimace with a single eye closed as he was repeatedly struck. He would responded to Eliza rather quickly as he gripped the middle ropes at his sides, pulling himself back before ramming forward suddenly! Trying to ram his shoulder again into Eliza's abdomen to drive the air right out of her and halt her desperate attack.

And if that worked, Clyde would pull back and aim for another ram, trying to strike Eliza in the stomach yet again.

Clyde seemed rather insistent on ramming Eliza to the corner, probably wouldn't be content till she was stuck to it. It was taking too much out of Ms Harenwood, her endurance wasn't as good as some on the roster here in tension. And she was paying for it here.

"Guh!" Eliza said, during Clyde's shoulder rams Eliza had just kinda....slumped in the corner. Panting heavily as the fight was taken out of her, she was stunned and reeling. Which meant she was open for extra punishment.

Effectively ramming his shoulder into Eliza's abdomen to indeed take the fight right out of the poor girl with those two follow up shoulder rams that left her slumped and panting against the corner, feeling her warm breath gliding against the bare skin of Clyde's back and neck, making him blush lightly at being so close to the refined Ms. Harenwood like this as he heard and felt her heavy pants.

He pulled back and stood up straight, his cheek gliding across her corset. He then reached out with his left hand and put his fingers underneath Eliza's chin, gently raising chin up as he looked her in the eyes, smirking at her before suddenly drawing his hand and away from her chin and then lashing it out hard.

"Hah!!" He cried, trying to slam his palm as hard he could across Eliza's sternum, the breast bone, right above the goods. Trying to blast her with a hard knife edge chop across the chest.

Eliza was starting to wish that something would go right for her, to suddenly sprout wings and take to the sky would be oh so wonderful right about now. Clyde was as good as Eliza had heard, been fighting longer than she has certainly. And Clyde was on the offensive again, now trying to go for messing with her mind. The aristocrat was shaking, actually worried for his personal safety. She was trying her best to remain composed as Clyde forced her to lift her chin up.

"Not good!" she thought to herself, oh how she wished her amicable ex arrived on a white steed. To take her onto his horse and gallop away from the ring, but alas reality disappoints when compared to what one can imagine. And the reality was that Eliza got a severe chop across the chest, right above her breasts as well. She let out a loud coughing noise, before glaring at Clyde. Her face a mixture of embarrassment and anger, wincing shortly after as the pain shot through her.

"You...you..." Eliza then suddenly fired out her right hand, attempting to deliver a fierce bitchslap in return.

Blasting Eliza across the chest, Clyde continued to smirk as the worked this girl over, sending her into a clearly stunned stare as the loud strike causing her to cough follow being hit. And Clyde continued to look confident as the girl looked up at him with a clearly embarrassed and angry look.

Suddenly the girl lashed her arm out, trying to slap Clyde across the face, but he was ready and simply leaned back, her hands going right of front of his face, the wind from the attack giving him a slight breeze.

"Nice." He commented coyly before stepping in, trying to ram his forearm into the front of her head, his whole body going against her as he sought to flatten her against the turnbuckle.

Eliza was so angry right now, this man had gall, temerity, audacity. Eliza was about to think of other insults to say, but Clyde had cut off the ballroom girl with a forearm to the head. Sending the young woman back into the corner where the only decent thing there was the corner pads, which only gave minor protection against the steel.

"Nagh!" Eliza sharply yelped out, she was running on E here. And Clyde squashing her into the corner didn't help matters either, in fact once Clyde relented Eliza would just sort of...slump. By that she just slid down the turnbuckle and was on her backside lightly panting in and out, sweat going down her beautiful features.

Slamming the forearm into Eliza and squashing her against the corner, the crowd let out a sympathetic cry as they watched the dancing passion take the blow hard and slump limply to the mat against the corner. Looking rather peaceful as she remained against the corner.

Clyde winced for Eliza as her saw her slump, thinking: "Damn." As he watched her slump against the corner, battered, looking tired. She was definitely a pretty girl, easy to look at as she laid their all peaceful like, lightly panting. But he couldn't ease up on her, now was his chance.

Clyde reached for Eliza's face, cupping her cheeks to pull her to her feet and away from the corner before Clyde turned his back on her and positioned her chin above his shoulder.

"Ikuzo, baby!!!" Clyde yelled to the crowd, getting a loud cheering response immediately. He then ran toward the center of the ring, keeping Eliza's chin over his shoulder before he jumped forward to land on his rear and bring Eliza's chin down upon his shoulder, trying to execute a running variation of his Finisher.

"Lone Star... Stunner!!!"