Poison Vs. Clyde Gastin - Loser Leaves Tension!

Loser Leaves Tension Match
Standard Rules
Win via Pinfall or Submission
No Count Outs

Melissa Sellers had arranged a new match for Clyde. This time it was a Loser Leaves Tension Match against Poison. Upon finding out, Clyde had a hard time refusing. His life sucked and AFW was once again the reason behind it, the fact that he might be free of it didn't feel like a bad thing. But to be able to beat Poison one on one, rub it in Allison and Melissa's face and separate her from her partner in crime? It was too good an offer for Clyde in the end. He really felt like he had nothing to lose.

In the end he was doing this for one person, his sister.

"No Compromise" by Rebel Meets Rebel began to pound the arena speakers as Clyde Gastin appeared on stage, not making much a theatrical entrance as he marched down the ramp, bobbing his head left to right as he spat aloud gibberish to himself, the camera facing him and the fans close enough to hear. He was a cowboy without a hat, hearing long black tights, matching pads and boots with both his wrists taped. The cowboy then slid inside the ring and made his way towards a far corner, climbing it to raise his hands to the crowd before climbing the post and kicking off it to back flip off of the turnbuckle, back onto his feet in the ring, slumping against his corner as he waited for... Poison to finally arrive.

Poison was not pleased one bit about how things have been going since Clyde cost her the win in the Royal Rumble. She wanted revenge, she wanted someone to pay for all of it and kicking Clyde out of Tension sounded like the perfect idea. That would leave only Reira left to take revenge on. Poison could already imagine the poor idiot living under a bridge or dressing up as a stupid cowboy giving leaflets for one of those ridiculous American hamburger restaurants that were so common in Tokyo.

Poison wasn't worried one bit about the possibility of having to leave Tension. Even if she wasn't sure how much she could trust Melissa, Angela had her back and there was no way that cripple texan loser could beat. This wasn't the time to worry. This was the time to have fun and do what she enjoyed the most in this world, wreak havoc and hurt losers.

Poison's theme began to sound and the pink lights started to shine all over the arena. Poison somehow managed to be well liked despite all her antics and when she walked out of the entrance area to stand in front of the fans, posing sexily as she always did, she good a very loud reaction from the fans. Some booed her furiously, others cheered, there was a good amount of whistling and catcalling, to all of them Poison simply answered by smiling, winking at the camera and then giving them the finger.

Poison then walked slowly towards the ring, swaying her hips, one hand on them and the other hanging lazily by her side, letting her very very high pink high heels clack on the aisle. She was wearing her usual attire, super short cut off denim shorts, a white tank top that left her sexy tummy bare and showed she wasn't wearing a bra and her cute biker cap. She climbed up the stairs to step inside the ring ignoring Clyde as she kept playing with the crowd for a bit and only acknowledge her rival's presence once she was done playing and she turned around to look at Clyde and blow him a teasing kiss.

Clyde smiled when he heard that old Alice Cooper song play, letting him know his lady, Poison was on her way. The cowboy licked his lips as he saw her tight body posing sensually, walking down the entrance ramp with a hot sway of her hips with one hand on them while her other just swayed beside her, showing how full of attitude she was. Clyde found her body, tightly revealing attire and demeanor to be just plain hot. And he couldn't wait to slam and smack her around until she cried.

He wiggled his hips right to left as Poison blew her kiss at him. "Yeah. I'm gonna miss you too, babe. This is gon' be our last dance together... But don't worry! I hear Momentum is hiring! I mean I'd recommend going full time Friction if they could spare the space but... " He paused and let his words linger. "...You'd prolly have ta' finish that sex change first."

Poison frowned clearly as she heard Clyde's taunt her. That whole mess confusing her with a transexual was one of those things that really got on Poison's nerves... along with so many other things, like losers, cowboys and guys named Clyde. She recovered quickly tho, if there was something Poison was good at was throwing insults back. "Well maybe you should be considering Momentum, Clyde.... or Friction.... I'll help you with the sex change tonight!" Poison answered winking back at Clyde.

The tension was high in the arena as there were some fans who wondered if they would be seeing their favorite fighter.... or Clyde leave Tension for good. So when the bell ringed signaling the start of the match there was a thunderous roar among the fans. Poison stepped out of her corner, still wearing her high heels, and moved to the center of the ring, walking nonchalantly as if she didn't cared at all about Clyde. "Come here, Clyde.... let me make your last night in Tension a memorable one... " Poison said with a sort of seductive tone as she waved the cowboy to come closer.

Clyde smirked back at Poison. "Oh I've considered Friction... But I'm keepin' my balls, lady. Even if I gotta kick yours!" He said confidently, grinning mischievously as she winked at him before seeing her begin to sultry sway her way towards him.

She waved for him to come closer and Clyde obliged, starting to walk towards her. "Nah... I want you ta' send my regards ta' Allison Watson... From MY SISTER!" He shouted before rushing Poison, leaping at her, trying to strike across the neck with a jumping clothesline!

As Poison expected Clyde still seemed to be fuming about what she did to her sister. Like it was a big deal. Clyde apparently had no idea how many times Poison had done something like that, take out the trash and beat up some girl or guy. He still acted as if it had been such an important even while for Poison it had been usual Wednesday.

Poison yawned letting Clyde know how much his tiresome tirade bored her, but the pink haired rogue was not stupid and knew that Clyde was one of those dogs that barked and then took a bite, and sure enough just after his speech he charged towards her. Poison smirked and as Clyde for her she doubled over, letting his arm swing over her head as she planted her feet to receive his belly with her shoulder

" Ya think I care Melissa wants me gone!?!? You injured Bonnie! I ain't care if I lose my stupid job! I'm sendin' ya back 'ta Allison on a stretcher!!!'" Clyde cried as he rushed Poison, infuriated by her casual yawn, jumping in the air to strike her, only to end up swinging right over poison and instead run into her shoulder.

"Aughh!!" Clyde groaned his eyes bulging wide, staggering back, holding his stomach

"You know, Clyde... I like stupid boys.... but you are just... too much..." Poison said with a lovely evil grin as she approached Clyde and grabbed the boy's hair, pulling him towards her as she lifted one knee, aiming to hit Clyde stomach.... a bit low as if giving him a warning.

"Your sister is a BITCH! " Poison added, trying to push Clyde's head down as she turned around, trying to trap him in a tight side headlock. "ANd you.... you are going to be my bitch before the night is over, LOSER"

Clyde was already stunned by the time Poison grabbed his hair, he howled as his hair was horribly yanked, getting pulled into a brutal knee that tenderized his already stinging abs after being frightened by the near low blow!

"HUUGHH!!!" He coughed, spittle flying from his mouth, as he was struck, nearly dropping from the blow as he gasped for air. He was angered by her insult regarding Bonnie but could only groan against the side of her bust as he hugged her waist.

"We're... Nobody's... b-bitches... " he groaned.

"Oh...You are going to be mine, Clyde..." Poison said with an evil grin as she dug her fingers deep in Clyde's hair and pulled him back with her towards the center of the ring. "AND you are going to like it, silly boy..." Poison giggled as she yanked Clyde's hair left and right, having a great time dominating the boy like this.

Once she was close to the center of the ring Poison would pull Clyde's hair up hard and then drop down, spreading her legs to land on her round ass, trying to drive Clyde's face, and the rest of his body, down hard to the canvas to a face buster.