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

"SONOFABITCH!"

Reira screamed, unable to believe that Clyde had managed to kick out, of his own damn finish!

She sat up on her knees, panting heavily and shaking her head, her blood dripping down onto Clyde's body. She didn't care what it took, she was going to put this Mercyfucker away for good!

Getting to her feet, Reira grabbed Clyde by his face and arm, pulling him up to his feet and steadying him straight up, growling at him. "You...are...finished..."

With that threat, she mustered up everything she had left in the tank, ignoring both the pain in her body and being half blinded by the blood going down her face, to run back and bounce off the ropes, rebounding back towards Clyde and throwing her arm out with all the power she had, trying to Lariat him to the unemployment line!

Clyde huffed tiredly against Reira, his body stained with Reira's blood as he remained curled up and battered on the mat, unable to believe he managed to kick out. But still, the cowboy was out of gas and didn't have many tricks he could even consider pulling off at this point. He had lost a lot of blood and had been battered relentlessly.

With a groan, he felt Reira's leather clad glove grip his face and his arm, making him stagger to his feet on wobbly legs as Reira steadying him and growled in his face that showed a pair of glossy eyes that indicated he was barely there.

He felt helpless and lost as Reira growled at him and stormed off, he was so dazed he could barely see Reira bouncing the ropes and coming right back for him!

This was it, his last shot. Clyde's eyes fluttered as he saw Reira coming for him, holding his breath, he simply turned his body and practically fell to the mat with his legs out, trying to counter Reira with a last ditch, desperate, falling wheel kick that would slam his heel right into the face of a charging Reira!

Reira had been about to smash Clyde and send him to hell with a Lariat, only to run right into his heel, the hardest part of his boot smashing right between Reira's eyes!

Reira saw a bright flash, followed by blurry dots in her vision as she stumbled back, falling back against the ropes, her leaning against them being the only thing keeping her on her feet, legs shaking as her head throbbed in a painful daze.

The crowd erupted as Clyde slammed his heel right into the champion's face, sending her reeling back while Clyde flopped on the mat, staring up at the lights, unable to believe he managed to counter Reira. He managed to look over and see that Reira had her body on the ropes, she looked vulnerable. He had to press on.

Slowly but surely, Clyde began to stir, crawling up to his hands and knees, panting furiously through one good eye as he glared at Reira, everything was hurting but he could feel a rush coming over him, he could do this! He could win! Everyone was behind him right now! Mercy. Eliza. The thousands in attendance! Maybe even the millions at home!

"Haaahh!!" Screamed the cowboy as he broke into a runners dash, sprinting at the champion as she lay on the ropes, trying to slam his forearm hard across her neck for a stiff clothesline to send her right over the ropes!

Reira's vision was filled bright colors, dark spots, and blurryness while she leaned against the ropes, shaking her head in a desperate attempt to clear it while Clyde was still down.

Finally, she got her head back on straight, just in time to see Clyde, or at least, a half regular, half bloody, vision of Clyde, both from her eye covered in blood and Clyde's own blood covered face, rushing towards her.

In the nick of time, Reira managed to duck down, her head going between Clyde's legs, using the ropes to stand back up, trying to use the leverage to backdrop Clyde over the ropes, staggering away as she listened for Clyde's body to smack against the floor!

Clyde came charging in trying to take Reira's head off and it failed. His eyes went wide as dinner plates as Reira ducked low and lifted him up off the mat! Going clean into the air and over the ropes!

"Gaah!!" Exclaimed the cowboy as he desperately grabbed onto the top rope during the lift, clinging to it for dear life with the greatest of grips as he sailed over the ropes and pulled hard, falling stiffly on the ring apron instead of the padded floor below.

"Guuh!!" He hit the apron hard on his hip but quickly pulled on the ropes with  with all his might to stand back up on his feet as Reira stumbled away with her back turned. He saw a dangerous opening, everything on his body was sore and aching, but he had to make this count.

"REIRA!!!" He rasped with a loud cry from the top of his lungs as he gripped the ropes and waited for her to turn around. When she finally did turn, he'd be ready...

"...Please..."  With all the everything he had left, Clyde squatted and jumped, using the top rope to sling him upwards where he'd plant his boots on the top rope.

"...Don't let me screw this up..."

Clyde leaped with all he had, going head first while twisting his hips to the side as he dove passed the champion, trying to envelope her head with his arms as he kicked his legs out, dragging Reira down with him to the mat where he'd land rear first and slam her chin down upon his shoulder for a Diving Lone Star Stunner!!!

Reira had fallen to all fours, crawling away from the ropes, sweat and blood dripping off her face, the woman panting heavily. She was tired, sore, and damn near ready to pass out, but god damnit, she was the champ, and she wasn't done yet. Luckily, she had tossed Clyde out of the ring, so that would buy her a couple minutes at least to catch her breath, let her vision clear up.

At least, that was what she thought before she heard Clyde calling her name, eyes raised in shock as she turned around. Time seemed to slow down as she moved, seeing Clyde leap off the ropes at her. She had to move, she had to counter she had to-

To shocked and slow to move in time, Reira's body turned with Clyde's as he landed the Stunner, her jaw snapping off of his shoulder, the force throwing Reira's body back, feet leaving the air briefly before she landed hard on the mat, laying flat with her limbs sprawled out, knocked out by Clyde's Lone Star Stunner!

Clyde hit the mat with impact that felt dull and numb to his body as he slammed Reira chin first onto his shoulder before sending her sprawled out onto the mat, sending the crowd into a frenzy. Clyde barely inhaled, he couldn't believe he pulled off the move. That was everything he had.

Clyde's tired arms fell limply just seconds before he turned around and gave a breif crawl towards Reira, stretching out an arm before he slumped to the mat, dropping his limp arm over Reira's chest as the ref girl moved in. He couldn't do anymore.

"ONE!!"

Reira laid on the mat, chest rising and falling as Clyde pinned her, the woman knocked completely unconscious, not moving a muscle except for her breathing.

"TWO!"

The ref continued, the crowd holding its breath as she went for the third count!

Eliza was watching, the back and forth was nailbiting. But the dancing passion relented from actually biting her nails, that was a habit which her Brothers did in childhood. But they grew out of it, thank God. Nevertheless Eliza was at the edge of her seat, focusing only on the match right now. Even ignoring the nearby Mercy when Clyde had requested that the British woman looked after, in fact Eliza had been crossing her fingers with each attack.

But then it happened. The Lone Star Stunner! Eliza had been on the receiving end of it before, while it wasn't very nice it did serve to make one thing clear in her mind. There was a very, very strong chance that this one was in the books. Granted though Reira was certainly more durable than Ms Harenwood, this whole bloody affair had certainly proved that.

Though when the impact happened Eliza had suddenly stood up on her feet, and threw her hands up into the air. "YOU'VE GOT HER FUCKING ARSE!!!!!" Eliza screamed out at the top of her lungs, Eliza didn't care about her public image as Tension's most refined woman currently. Not now at least.