24/7 Title Match: Clyde Gastin Vs. Brittany Luuve

"Ending this and goin' home Ten-Thousand Dollars richer is what I'm doin', lady!" Clyde would exclaim while gritting down tightly on his teeth as he lifted Brittany up by her arms while she sat on his shoulders, feeling quite a bit of strain on his body by lifting her up like that due to the state he was in. Still, Clyde managed to fight through the pain complete the move successfully which resulted in Clyde powerbombing The Viper right through the wooden table that snapped in two upon impact. A few chunks of broken wood were sent flying as a result of the harsh slam that had knocked Brittany out cold.

With a tired and exhausted huff that would exhale from his lungs, Clyde fell to his knees right not long after slamming Brittany down. Laying down beside her before crawling over her body and hooking the leg up to go for a pin. As soon as Clyde went for the cover, The Ref-Girl would slide in beside the two as they laid over the broken table, quickly starting the count.

"ONE.....TWO.....!!" The Ref-Girl would let out along side the crowd as her hand slapped the mat.

"Three" the refs hand slammed down giving Clyde his win over Brittany who was still laying beneath her victorious opponent unconscious and in pain. Brittany would most likely have to revisit the hospital after this match as Clyde rebroke one of her ribs so he would have to wait to recieve the reward he had earned.

The match was won and Clyde was relived for the whole thing to be over now. He was free to return home, with his belt, (unless attacked) along with 10,000 American dollars that he intend to use help pay off his debt to Chesna but more importantly for Clyde, he could now afford to once again buy a proper engagement ring for Heather just like he wanted to do ever since the unfortunate night that he lost it.

With a sigh of relief, as he broke the pin and got off of Brittany, Clyde rose up with the help of the Ref-girl but would pull his arm away as he began to instantly make his way out of the ring to retrieve his trenchcoat and cowboy hat, putting both on before making his way to the announcers table to get his 24/7 Title. Clyde then turned and looked towards the commentators, asking where Brittany had placed the money, but they would just shake their head and shrug as if they had no clue where that even was. Clyde's eyes then began to widen in slight panic before he began to search the outside of the ring, not seeing a briefcase or anything like he had hoped, nor anyone to even present him with the cash. He he seriously been duped by Brittany?

"Ey! Where's the money!?" Clyde would yell out to Brittany as he slid in the ring and kneeled next to her unconscious form with a fearful look on his face. He then proceeded to grab Brittany by her shoulders and shake her violently to wake her up, but wouldn't be able to do so for long as since the Ref-Girl would quickly stop him.

"H-Hey! D-Don't do that, she's hurt! She NEEDS Medical Attention, Gastin-San!" The Ref-Girl would yell out to Clyde as she pried his hands off of Brittany before smacking the top of his hand.

"Oww! Hey! Easy lady!" Clyde would complain to The Ref-Girl after she smacked his hand, immediately pulling it back and frowning after she did that. Clyde would then turn and look at Brittany with a hint of remorse, wondering if he had gone a bit far but eventually remembered that Brittany had tried to hurt him bad during the match so pretty much any hint of feeling bad for the girl quickly went out the window.

"Dang it, I still need my money though!" Clyde would complain before he looked towards the entrance stage in search for paramedics, there were none on the way by the look of things and Clyde was getting restless, so rather than wait like a smart person, he rolled out of the ring and pulled on Brittany's legs to bring her body towards him, sliding her body forth until he caught her in his arms, trying to carry her out of the arena and run out with her, bridal style of all ways, sprinting all the way towards the backstage area despite feeling a pain in his own ribcage. This was going to be one odd night.