24/7 Title: Clyde Gastin Vs. Catelyn Cormac (Complete)

Clyde clearly saw the damage he had done to Cat after busting her head open. He felt this was it, and that Cat done for, the small streaks of blood that slid down her face from the top of her head, letting him know that he had really sent her for a loop/ The title would soon be his.

"YES!!" Clyde would yell out, unable to help himself from cheering a little as he pinned Cat and got the two count, waiting for just one more count to crown him as Tension's first 24/7 champion. Suddenly however, Clyde felt Cat's body jolt up violently before she kicked herself up into a sitting position, effectively sending Clyde rolling off of her as she bucked the Texan off.

"Agh! Damn!" Clyde would exclaim in frustration before quickly attempting to stagger up to his feet, trying to march over to Cat and throw a hard right hook at her cheek. "Just stay down, dang it!!"

Cat had gotten up in the final moment, she was glad she had been able to, but her head hurt like there was no tomorrow, the streaks of blood discouraged her a bit, she could hear Clyde's frustration, although not as well as usual, they seemed to be muffled under the loud pounding going on in her head, her hands went to hold at her head and try to wipe of some of the blood.

Cat didn't even know that Clyde was coming at her yet again, she was oblivious to almost everything that was going on around her now, as she only focused on the pain and pounding of her head, she whimpered and groaned as she sat there holding her head, by pure accident she laid fell back down on her back in the last moment avoiding Clyde's fist.

She looked up, only to see Clyde, Cat would try to act quickly and spin around on her back, attempting to sweep Clyde's legs away from under him.

Upon rising to his feet, Clyde threw forth a wild punch that he hoped would nail Cat right in the face and send her back down. Little did he know however, that Cat was going to fall back on accident. Causing Clyde to miss his attack and stumble forth a bit against Cat before his legs are swept out from under him.

"Wahh!!" Clyde would yell out before hitting the floor below, landing on his bottom before falling onto his back. Not really all that hurt, but stunned temporarily as he struggled to get back up on his feet.

"My head haven't pounded like this since St.Patrick's day" Cat said as she rolled onto her stomach and slowly began to rise to her feet, seeing the cooking sheet that had slammed into her head a moment ago, only a few inches away from her.

Cat would grab onto the cooking sheet and turn to face Clyde, there was quite a sizable dent in the cooking sheet, but she figured she could still use it as a weapon, If Clyde had managed to get up she would quickly try to to an over head swing with the cooking sheet, aiming to slam it down on the top of Clyde's head.

"Saturday for me..." Clyde would remark as he began to seat himself back up. Although the result of his head pounding wasn't from a hangover, but rather a TLC match against Dante Sunderland and Alessa Mason for the Tag Team Titles. A match that Clyde was still recovering from.

Before the Texan even got to stand however, he caught a swift smack in the head by Cat as she drove down the cooking sheet onto the top of his head.

*SMACKKK!!!* Went the metal cooking sheet as it was bashed over the skull of Clyde Gastin, sending him falling to the arena, gritting his teeth as he clutched his head in pain.

"Ughhh..." He would groan before reaching for the top of his forehead, a small hint of blood left on his finger tips. But he wasn't busted open yet.

Cat let out a slight chuckle as Clyde remarked that last time was Saturday, thinking he meant he had gotten hammered then.

After managing to smack Clyde's head with the cooking sheet, she tossed it to the side and looked back at him, she noticed she had gotten him to bleed, not as much as she was tough, as there was still streaks that ran from her head across her face.

Cat was meaning to pay Clyde back from the chair shoot to the head she had taken as well, so she would move over to get the chair and turn to face Clyde, waiting for him to get up to his feet before she would attempt to rush him with the chair in her hands attempting to smack it across his head.

As Clyde laid on the arena floor clutching the top of his head, The Texan began to seat himself up slowly, feeling his head throbbing painfully as he began to slowly stagger back up, not seeing Cat until it was too late.

Without warning, Clyde saw Cat rushing him and before he knew it she was slamming down a steel chair upon his head. "Gahhh!!!" Clyde would howl in agony as he took the chair shot to his head. His legs wobbling violently but still he managed to stand up while his eyes gazed upon the arena lights. Streaks of blood raining from the top of his head as he struggled to stand up. Not going down just yet despite being heavily stunned.

Cat's hand shook when she managed to smack the chair down hard on Clyde's head, she saw however that Clyde still stood, she was surprised and very impressed, but at least she paid him back, as he seemed to be bleeding from the top of his head.

Cat threw the chair to her side, and would try to send her knee up into Clyde's gut, before trying to grab a hold of his arm and whip him into the side of the ring, before wiping of some of the blood ran down across her face, and bothering her vision right now as a streak of blood had run over her right eye.

Despite being able to stand up on his feet, Clyde was extremely out of it, standing groggily with a throbbing skull as streaks of blood slid down his face and could not counter Cat in any way. "Ughhh...." The Texan would groan out groggily, wondering just how he was able to stand up despite taking the chair shot to the head. He wasn't sure if he would be able to win this fight, but he had to press on and prove his worth to the world, to Heather Sunderland and to himself.

As Cat drivers her knee into Clyde's stomach, The Texan lets out a grunt as the wind is knocked from him before he is whipped into the side of the ring, instantly slumping against it and dropping to his knees on the arena floor just after hitting it.

"Can't lose...this...." Clyde would mutter to himself with his bloody forehead up against the ring apron, before he looks down and notices something shiny sticking out of the bottom of the ring, taking a closer look, he realizes that its a simple trashcan. Clyde can't help but just grin once he grabs it in his hands, realizing that Cat was busy wiping her eye, Clyde saw this as a perfect chance for an attack.

With all he had left in his body. Clyde forced himself up to his feet before bringing the trashcan out, attempting to slam the open trashcan overhead, going down on top of Cat's head to trap her head, body and arms within it. If that worked, Clyde would try to force Cat down with a swift thrusting kick in order to send the girl down on her back against the arena floor. Hopefully staying trapped within the trashcan.

Cat was really having problems with the blood that trailed down into her eyes, making it hard to see, she took her time to wipe it out, which was a bad thing to do, she had thought that that Clyde would stay down a little while longer than he did, she was not expecting him to come at her so fast.

Cat had just finished wiping of the blood from her eyes clearing up her vision, seeing Clyde come at her with a trashcan, slamming it down over, it was a tight fit, locking her arms completely inside the trashcan, "HEY! WHAT THE!!" Cat yelled inside the trashcan, she didn't know what was going on, and before she could even find away out of her new situation, Clyde sent a hard kick at her, she fell down on her back, the trashcan over her still, she groaned loudly as she didn't know what to do, or how to get out, especially after that kick.