Tension World Title Match: Emi Keyes Vs. Clyde Gastin (C)

Emi heard Clyde slam into the barricade and she couldn't help but smile. "Serves you right asshole." Emi would say before realizing where she was. Emi would reach under the ring looking for a weapon to really teach Clyde a lesson with. Emi would soon pull a chair out from under the ring. "Guess what Clyde, i think it is time to put you away from good." Emi would say as she would walk towards the downed Clyde with a chair in her hand.

Curled up after hitting the guard rail, Clyde remained reeling from the hit he took as Emi searched for a weapon and pulled out a steel chair!

"G-h... " Clyde heard the metal and tried to crawl away, unable to do a thing or defend himself as Emi loomed over him.

"Nh... Do yer worst..." He dared her with a wounded glare.

Emi walked over to the downed Clyde who even injured had to act tough. "Oh don't worry i will." Emi would say before lifting the chair up to slam it down on Clyde's arm. Emi wanted to hear Clyde scream in pain as she would repeatedly slam her chair into Clyde's arm over and over again. "I am going to enjoy hearing your bones break." Emi would say as she began her destruction of Clyde.

Clyde's eye shot wide as Emi raised the chair above her head before slamming it down on Clyde's arm. "GUUUUAAAGHH!!" Clyde howled as his arm was struck by Emi  over and over. "AGHH!! HAAGH!!" He cried with each blow, writing around and hugging his arm to try and protect him limb with his body.

Emi heard Clyde cry out in pain and it was like music to her ears. "What's the mater Clyde? Where is all your tough talk now." Emi would would before moving to stand over Clyde with one leg on either side of him. "You now what? I don't think i want to hear your pathetic cries anymore." Emi would say before taking her chair and pressing it down against Clyde's throat to begin to choke Clyde out. "Come on Clyde, Let me hear one of those smart ass comments now."

"H-Haauhhhhh..." Clyde was hurt and sore all over after Emi destroyed his body with all those chair shots in front of the horrified, wincing crowd that had the champion down at ringside, battered from head to toe.

"Y-Yer a.... T-Terrible.... Wrestler..." Clyde coughed as he turned over on his back before Emi suddenly pressed the chair to his throat!

"G-GUACKK! HUKK!!" The cowboy gagged, kicking and flailing as he was choked violently, eyes red and watery as he gagged, unable to breathe as his throat was crushed!

Eliza would admit, this was getting hard to watch. Usually the young lady would refrain from even being close to this sort of material, it wasn't something that was very suitable for a refined woman such as Ms Harenwood. But she was standing out here for Clyde, Emi was really doing a number on the cowboy. Since the start of the fight she was milking the no DQ cause for all it was worth, nut shot after nut shot. And now smacking the champ with a steel chair, near choking him out too.

This wasn't looking good, Clyde's chance of retaining. Eliza decided she needed to step in, she couldn't wait and sit anymore. The dancing passion would move near and proceed to shout with "Oi! Stupid whore! You think your so bloody tough don't you? Well your nothing! Fucking nothing! Why don't you try comparing yourself to a real woman huh?! I dare you!"

Eliza wasn't giving any sort of pleasantries, damn near spitting at Emi with her venom laden words. But there was a method to this, get her away from Clyde. Let him catch his breath, the dancing passion felt like she knew Emi's sort enough. Rile them up enough and they'll put their plan aside to try and go after the source of their irritation.

Emi would continue to press the chair down on Clyde's throat until she heard someone yelling at her from behind. "What's the matter? Don't like it when i beat up your boyfriend?" Emi would say before lifting the chair off of Clyde's throat. Emi would then stomp on Clyde's face before moving towards Eliza with chair in hand. "Why don't you go run along and suck a dick." Emi would say before swinging the chair at Eliza's face.

Eliza's ploy worked, almost too easy. Hook, line and sinker. Emi must be feeling confident right now, well that was only going to benefit Eliza's plan. Emi was moving away from Clyde and preparing to try and swing at the dancing passion, it might seem dangerous or stupid to place yourself in harm's way here. But Ms Harenwood had a plan in this situation.

It was no DQ, and normally Eliza wouldn't even interfere anyway. But the young lady would justify this as self defence, plus she was fresh. Emi might have more energy than Clyde, but still. And the British woman would take full advantage of this, a quick and lithe retreat backwards would result in the chair hitting nothing but thin air.

And then suddenly Eliza would rush forward and swiftly bring one of her beautifully strong legs right up at the field goal, straight between Emi's legs! The girl was so fond of nut shots, but any that she had done to Clyde prior was going to pale in comparison to the strength that Eliza could fire out.

Emi moved towards Eliza but when her chair shot missed Emi would toss the chair aside to move towards Eliza. "I am going to rearrange your face." Emi would say before Eliza's foot slammed between her legs. Emi would immediately drop to the ground burying her hands between her legs as she tried to deal with the pain. "Fucking bitch." Emi would say as she would try to recover.