Tension 24/7 Title Match: Carmen Rodriguez(C) Vs. Clyde Gastin

Belle was rocking back and forth as Carmen stood up, looking to get onto her hands and knees when Carmen once again yanked her by the hair. She hissed and cried, and it did hurt, but... there were worse things than hair pulling for the Oklahoman.

She followed up and was pulled into Carmen's hug and squirmed a bit, grunting as she was nearly lifted off the floor and mashed against Carmen's frame. She looked groggily into Carmen's eyes but her smirk and gleam began to return.

"You think I got somethin against ya." She said and leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together. "That's cute." Belle flashed her eyes at Carmen and then reared back her head and aimed the most vicious headbutt she could at the Latina.

Slamming the boots into Army's face, Clyde fell to the carpeted floor and rolled back to a crouch before standing up.

"You're preachin' ta' the choir, friend! But I sure as hell doubt this is about, Carmen!" Clyde snapped. "Yer ass has had it out for me since day one. This is just an excuse for you ta' pick a fight! Well I got news for ya, bub! Ya picked the wrong, damn day!" Growled Clyde as he ran to Army, trying to slam his forearm into the big guy's neck and send him over the tanning bed with a heavy running clothesline!

As Carmen powered down on Belle's body and crushed it between her arms, the cowgirl's curves weren't completely lost on her. She progressed to the point where she could fight a fine woman without letting it affect her performance, but that didn't mean she had to ignore the obvious, either. Belle was hot. Judging by the way she was at the arena, it was safe to say they shared the same interests in the female body. Which made her being so nutty an even bigger shame. Wasted opportunity.

She sneered back at Belle at their face pressed against each, matching the Southerner's demure look with one of rage. Carmen started to jerk back, looking to send Belle flying away with a belly-to-belly suplex, when a headbutt stopped the effort cold and knocked the daylights out of her.

Carmen cried out as her head jerked back from the hit, then flopped foward. She didn't let go of the hold, but it lost the power and became nothing more than a simple embrace, weakened for a crucial moment as Carmen stumbled forward and reflexively leaned on Belle for support.

Army opened his mouth to snap back at Clyde, then shut it. He was right, pretty much. He'd been looking for another shot at Clyde since Christmas, and this was the best chance.

"Yeah, well," He jumped a bit as he felt the hot tanning bed against his back, touching some bare skin under his shirt. "Ever think maybe there's a reason so many people want to beat the shit out of you, man?"

Before Army could get an answer, he got a clothesline - a quick, hard, vicious clothesline. Clyde didn't weigh all that much, but he could get some mean force behind his blows, and this one had enough force to send Army over the tanning bed and into the wall behind it, knocking over a shelf with an assortment of lotions on the way down. He fell first and the bottles fell right after him, spilling out all over the floor.

Belle winced when their heads collided, but she knew what she was getting into and was pretty sure that her head was thick enough. When Carmen slumped against her, Belle snaked her arms around the Latina. The hugging was a good idea, but she liked what Carmen had in mind after.

She would try her own belly-to-belly on the Latina and heave her over and back onto the Casino floor roughly with a grunt of effort.

Carmen started to rise up, straighten out her body and get into the fight. Hardly the first time she'd been hit with a headbutt, but one of the worst. Belle's skull was every bit as hard as she'd remembered from the last time they met, and she had to give the cowgirl credit - she had a way of catching you by surprise when you least expected it.

For instance, she hadn't anticipated that Belle would have the strength necessary to haul up a taller and heavier woman the way she did and send her flying over her shoulders, but she pulled it off. Carmen's back hit the floor and arched on impact, almost a perfect impression of the way Belle had done a moment ago. She cried out at the agony in her brutalized back, but she refused to lay around with the pain - she had to keep moving.

She rolled over to her front and started to crawl on her hands and knees, heading towards the kitchen as she tried to put some distance between them. It was starting to become rapidly apparent that she just didn't have the energy to take on Belle right now, which meant she'd need some sort of plan if brute force wasn't option. Carmen simply didn't know what it was, yet.

Belle was on her hands and knees, panting as she finished suplexing the champ. She watched as Carmen began to crawl away and grinned wickedly. "Awww, c'mon, Carmen... We were just gettin ta know each other and now yer scamperin off? I thought this's been a real hoot!"

Belle picked herself up and looked at Carmen. She trudged after her on her feet, grabbing a chair again and dragging it after her. She had to pay Carmen back for getting hit with a TV and then she could take her belt and THEN, she could surprise Clyde and then...

Belle winced. Her head was throbbing. She needed focus on Carmen right now. Unfortunately, the Latina was still a threat despite taking quite a bit from Belle and being roughed up by Clyde before that. Well, there was a reason that Belle was a fan!

"Yeah." Carmen tried to get up to one knee, started to push back up, then wound up falling back down as her hurting spine demanded more respect. "Never had more fun."

She looked over her shoulder and saw Belle getting another chair, something that would end this match quick. That put a little more pep in her step - her body wouldn't like it, but she forced her way up to her feet and stumbled into the kitchen, disappearing behind a swinging door. Taking this fight into a place with combustible liquids and sharp objects probably wasn't the best idea, but she didn't have much choice in the matter.

A couple of cooks and waitresses hurriedly ran away as Carmen came in,  bolting out of the door behind her and clearing the area as fast as they could, leaving the space all to them. The place was moderately stocked - pots and pans and plates, cleaned and uncleaned, were scattered about, dozens and dozens of utensils, storage closets, cooking ingredients, some burgers sizzling on a stove that she would make sure to stay away from. She could work with it.

For now, she had to buy some time. Carmen moved as fast as she could across the room and ducked behind the large work table in the middle room, facing away from the door. She got sat down behind it and waited to see if Belle would follow her inside. Retreating. Hiding, really, but if the alternative was getting a chair smashed over her head, she was okay with that.

Belle kicked the door to the kitchen open as hard as she could, letting it swing open and crash loudly into the wall. She surveyed the area, dragging the chair behind her as she tried to find Carmen.

"Olly Olly Oxenfree!" She chirped and then laughed. "Come out, come out wherever ya are!" She said and peered down the aisles, trying to find Carmen. "Oh! Oh!" She stopped. "Heeeeeeeeeeere's BELLE-Y!" She said with a bright grin and gleam in her eye. The cowgirl jumped to where she thought Carmen might be hiding and swung her chair at the side of the counter she stepped in front of them, swinging it whether Carmen was there or not.

Quiet. Be quiet. Stay quiet.

Carmen crouched low and made her way along the floor, staying behind the work table and keeping out of sight. She took care to be as far away as possible as she could be while staying out of sight. With her injuries, it wasn't easy, but It wasn't that hard, either - Belle advertised her position with almost every step she took. Pretty girl, strong and skilled, but she really did have to work on that mouth of hers.

She moved around the counter, coming up behind Belle as she made her way around the side. She only spared a brief glance at the cameraman as he came in behind her - she'd only have one chance at this. She wasn't ruining it.

As soon as Belle swung the chair, Carmen dashed towards from behind, summoning all her strength for the charge. When she was close, she threw a wild and powerful right cross towards the cowgirl's head - no fancy moves, no intricate throws, nothing complicated. In a pinch, it was best to just to stick to what she'd been doing for the bulk of her life: punching other women extremely hard.