SD III: Tension World Championship - Clyde Gastin (c) vs. Reira Kirishima vs. Killer King

Oh good, Clyde decided to finally get off his lazy cowboy ass and start helping. Bout motherfucking time.

With King down, and Clyde getting up, Reira unfolded the steel chair and set it down, clapping Clyde on the shoulder and, if he didn't hit her, she'd gesture at Clyde. "Cmon, get him up, I'm not letting this undeserving fucker spoil our fight, so if I have to work with you to get rid of him, I'm fine with that!"

With that, she laid a couple stomps into King's body, before grabbing his arm and starting to pull, gesturing to Clyde. "Help me get him up! Let's suplex him through that damn chair!"

King still disoriented from the hard boot to the face, he tries to recover from this but after the hard chair shot to the chest and thankfully isnt his face, but that torpedo dropkick did good number to his beastly mask and went down he goes, all he could feel now is getting stomped on to his midsection, keeping him down by Reira. "Ughhhh!"

The beast soon getting his arm grabbed by the damn red head pulling him up as he could hear her calling out to Clyde to help her out and take the beast with some sort of double team, putting him through the chair. "Nghhh fuck off! Nghhhh...."

Clyde had taken King down with the dropkick and hurried up to his feet, or was going to until Reira's hand came to his shoulder asking for help!?

"Ah?" Clyde questioned with wide eyes, was this true!? Was she yanking his chain!? Before Clyde knew it, Reira was moving in to start a suplex, going to one side while pulling the struggling King up. Clyde didn't have time to think about it, King was the most dangerous of the three.

The champ hurried beside King and draped that big arm over his shoulder and gripped the hem of his pants before looking to Reira. "ONE, TWO! THREE!!" Clyde yelled as he pulled back and lifted with all he had to put King through the folded chair!!

Reira hooked her arm around Kings head, and firmly gripped the wasteband of the big masked assholes tights. Listening to Clydes countdown, she bent her knees, and began lifting in unison at tge count of three.

"HEAVE!"

She yelled, the current and former Tension champions hauling Killer King upward and falling back, double suplexing him onto the open steel folding chair!

The dazed beast feeling himself being pulled up and set up by the two douchbags he hated so much, mostly Clyde than Reira, but still, he hates everyone only the girls he 'likes' just for someone he could toy with and neither of them he wants to play, Clyde definitely not and Reira, maybe, but just him alone with her would be good enough for him.

As of right now, he got his head trapped under both of their arms and within moments, both using their combined strength to lift the heavyweight King right off the mat as everyone gasp in amazement and seeing him while everyone cringe and 'ohhh!' for Killer King going right on top of the folded steel chair. "GAHHH!"

His body bounces on the steel chair and quickly sit up from the impact before flop down to his side, groaning that his back hurts like fuck.

Dropping King with the suplex, Clyde stood up and looked back at the downed Killer King before looking to Reira, then to the ropes. Wasting no more time, Clyde ran to them and leaped onto the second rope, planting his feet on them and spring-boarding right off of them, trying to come crashing down right onto King with a springboard moonsault!

No doubt, being able to hurt Killer King felt DAMN good.

The brief look between Clyde and Reira gave the crowd the brief impression that they had formed an understanding, and alliance, and in part, that was sort of true, in that they were in agreement about not letting Killer King get the title...but despite that agreement, once Clyde landed his Lionsault, Reira shoved his body aside and pinned Killer King herself, hooking his leg!

"ONE!" the referee yelled, dropping to her knees and slapping the mat

The king of heels Killer King went down hard all thanks to both Clyde and Reira to double teaming him by putting his whole body right down on top of the steel chair, eventually while he still down with his back hurting, he looks up to see Clyde using the ropes and flippy flop in the air and comes right down on top of him. "UGH!"

Going for the pin but felt his body being shoved right off so Reira could go for the pinfall instead, groaning a bit as the referee goes back and recount for her on top of him.

"ONE!"

Clyde hit the moonsault on King but wasn't dumb enough to pin him while Reira was right there! Speaking of which...

"THE HELL!?" Clyde spat as Reira suddenly shoved him off and went to cover King instead! "Reira!" Exclaimed Clyde as the ref began to count, only for Clyde to go and grab the back collar of Reira's outfit to haul her up before trying to give her a stiff forearm strike across her temple!

"Gotta be slicker than that!"

God damnit.

King was down, she had the perfect chance to toss Clyde out and go for the pin, but noooo, the damn cowboy couldn't just do his job and sit back and let her get the pin, instead pulling her up by the scruff of her color and smacking her in the forehead, causing her to stagger back.

"Dick! Just because I don't want you to lose the belt to HIM doesn't mean I want you to keep it!"

She yelled, spittle flying from her lips as she took a couple steps forward, kicking her leg up and trying to boot the Champ in the Chest!