Tension World Title Match: Reira Kirishima (C) Vs. Clyde Gastin (W/Eliza Harenwood) - (Complete)

Reira collapsed on the floor after throwing Clyde over the rail, knocking Mercy, as well as several fans around her who tried to catch Clyde as well, to the floor, the casualty count in the match rising.

Reira laid on the floor for a while, panting, her legs shaking. She was a strong woman, but even at full strength, lifting and throwing Clyde like that would have been rough on her, and already beaten up as she was, it took even more out of her. She could still fight, but there was no way she could pull that off twice.

Once she caught her breath, the redhead grabbed the guard rail and pulled herself up to her feet, gaining a wicked smirk as she saw Clyde, Pinky, and nearly a dozen others all laid out on the floor.

She laughed, before raising her arms and letting out a loud, powerful, scream of dominance.

"YEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! HOWS THAT BITCHES!?"

Eliza hadn't expected things to happen like this, Reira was crushing Clyde here. Lifting him up, and the dancing passion felt like things had moved in slow motion. Eliza felt her mouth go agape at what was occurring right before her very eyes, in her mind she quickly processed the horror. It seemed that Reira was not only content to try and destroy Clyde, but also cause harm to the audience!

"Oh....fuck...." Eliza muttered in shock as Clyde came crashing down on Mercy, as well as some other people. This wasn't looking good, chances were than Reira would be the sort to take a chance to breath. And a win for the champ meant that Clyde was.....something that Eliza didn't wish to happen. She dreaded that. Instantly Eliza had dropped her fans and quickly sprinted or more like gracefully glided to the site of the impact.

"Clyde! Ms Wrenn" Eliza shouted, thankfully at least it took a lot out of Reira it seemed. So chances were that the dancing passion would be able to get to the cowboy unaccosted, Ms Harenwood looked over Mercy. She seemed out of it, wasn't much Eliza could do there. Eliza would decide that there wasn't much time for beating around the bush, she grabbed Clyde by the scruff of his neck. And try to shake him to his senses.

"Clyde! C'mon!" Eliza was acting a bit different from her usual prim and proper self, perhaps it was because of the desperation of the whole situation. Ms Harenwood thought one thing in her mind, it couldn't end like this. Surely not.

Being lifted up into the air by the fierce, Reira. Clyde barely knew where he was or what was going on as his blurred vision would see the padded floor below before he was suddenly flung into the air! The last thing he'd see was a lone, pink haired woman in the middle of several screaming fans, extending out her arms. Clyde mentally screamed for her to move but she didn't.

Clyde wasn't all there and yet he felt the horrible crash, his body smashing into a small woman and a couple people around her before they fell against steel folding chairs and unforgiving concrete.

"Uhh..."

For a moment, Clyde was out of it, dazed from the beating and hard crash but was quick to regain his senses when he felt someone yelling at him and violently shaking him. "N-Nhh.. Nh!" He began to stir slowly.

"E-Eliza...? I'm-... G-Good... I..." He breathed before he noticed he was resting against something soft and comfy. He gave a pained groan as his eyes fluttered open slowly before shooting wide as he realized he was on top of Mercy and his bloodied face was nuzzled against her soft chest, ruining her white blouse. But more importantly, she was laying still and unresponsive.

"M...Mercy?" He groaned with a wince before sitting up and cradling her head. "M-Mercy!" He cried, not wanting to move her too roughly. She could have hit her head on the concrete! Maybe he landed on her too hard! Perhaps she was injured! Why didn't she move!? Why did she try to catch him like that!? Clyde panicked and soon his worries would fuel his rage as he heard Reira's annoying voice and loud, shameless boast. She didn't care who she hurt.

"You...Bitch..." He muttered as he gently set Mercy's head down softly before he stood up and guided Eliza out of the way with his arm.

"GODDAMN YOU!!" He hollered as he ran at Reira in a fit of rage, stepping onto the guard rail before leaping off it and lunging at Reira, drawing his arm back as he tried to slam forearm as hard as he could into her big mouth.

Oh yeah, Clyde was PISSED. That was great. So great, just made Reira laugh even harder. Whatever it was that made him mad about getting to greet his idiotic fan base, it was worth it. She hadn't expected him to be so butt hurt over it.

The tired redhead also hadn't expected Clyde to launch himself at her off the guardrail, taking her by surprise as his fist smashed directly into her face, dropping the redhead like a bag of bricks onto the floor!

Punching Reira's lights out felt like pure satisfaction after being forced to hit Mercy just moments ago. He knocked the champion down immediately stood back up to look back at Mercy, wanting to stop the match and instead go help her... But he couldn't abandon the title match either... He felt like a jackass right now.

"Eliza!" He shouted as he turned to the dancer. "Take care of Mercy!" He added, deadly serious as he turned back on Reira, grabbing her by a handful of her red hair to haul her up.

"That's the second damn time ya hurt someone who ain't even in the fight!" He growled as he tried to pepper her jaw with a hard forearm shot!

Reira would have loved to give some snarky reply back to Clyde about how he was an asshole and about how they were only there because of him, and how frankly, it was her vs everyone in ALL her matches, and she would gladly beat down anyone and everyone in her way.

But then Clyde's forearm smashed its way into her face and the ability to speak was, for the moment, beyond her grasp!

Battering Reira back, Clyde scowled angrily at her, she had been a true thorn in his side of weeks! But throwing him into Mercy and causing her possible injury was the last straw.

The scowling cowboy put his hands on Reira's short red hair yanked head back and pushed his hips into her, trying to force her to double back all the way to the end of the barricade, bumping Reira's back and rear against it before Clyde tried to  lead her towards the announcers table, pulling her along by her hair before trying to slam her face first into it.

"Ughh..Leggo me you son of "-WHAM-

Was all the pained and pissed off Reira got out of her mouth before having her face slammed onto the announcers table, the Japanese announcers, who were willingly supporting Clyde despite being Reira's own nationality, backing away from the table and leaving it to the Cowboy.

Eliza was grateful that Clyde was able to get back in this fight, there was much at stake. Ms Harenwood would have loved nothing than to fight Reira, but she knew her place and it was at the sidelines. Still it wasn't a very safe sideline to say the least, considering that Ms Mercy was caught in the crossfire. Though Eliza knew that this would only motivate Clyde into fighting harder, to get payback as it were. Eliza normally didn't believe any good could from revenge, but this time the British dancer would make an exception.

Ms Harenwood nodded in response to Clyde, Eliza would have to remain close to Mercy just in case. The young lady got near Mercy and hefted her up with one arm over her neck, the dancing passion felt it best that maybe Mercy should get a bit further away. At least so she wasn't in grabbing distance, as luck would have it two chairs were free. Eliza would gently get Mercy on one of them and sit next to her, and it seemed Clyde was motivated as he just slammed Reira on the announcer table.

"That's it Clyde! Beat the shit out of her!" Eliza shouted with anger, a few fans gasped in response to Ms Harenwood's choice of words. But Reira had really gone beyond the point of any politeness from the British lady.

Mercy only groaned as she was hefted up by Eliza, still out of it but dragging herself with Eliza's help until she wwas plopped down onto the chair. 'Nnnnn....."

When Eliza sat down, Mercy slumped against her, her eyes fluttering a bit as she very slowly began to rouse.