For Whom The Bell Tolls (Complete)

After taking that hard kick in the stomach by Nha, Clyde was left winded and stunned, coughing up a bit as he doubled over in reaction to the kick that knocked a good bit of air from his lungs, ceasing his struggles for a moment. "D-Dammit..." Clyde would mutter to himself between his teeth, frustrated by the fact that he was being taken so easily, along with his inability to fight back, he felt so weak right now for it. Clyde's body was stinging from the brutal stomping the twins gave him, despite that, he still tried to keep struggling and get free, but was still worn out from his previous matches and would be easily pulled back by Sha as she straightened the up Texan while keeping held tightly within her full nelson, effectively restraining Clyde.

With one eye closed, Clyde would glare at Nha upon hearing her sultry words while patting him on the cheek, growing visibly angry as she taunted him like this while Sha and Rika snickered. Everything they were doing was just infuriating Clyde, as they toyed around with him like a mouse cornered by three Cats hungry cats who took pleasure in taunting and beating him life this. The worst part though, was the fact that they were recording it. Clyde had a lot of pride in him, and for him their was nothing more disgraceful and damaging to his pride than to have him helpless and get beaten like this while they recorded it.

"You see, Clyde, you pissed someone off in the AFW. You pissed them off so much that they had to hire people like us to teach you a lesson. I hope this teaches you a little something about how you behave in the future." Those the words spoken by Nha that confused Clyde quite a bit. Pissed someone off? Who? Clyde couldn't help but be shocked by that statement, while it was true he had a tendency to earn the wrath of others and stir up unnecessary trouble with his mischief making, he just couldn't recall pissing off anyone other than Heather Sunderland, but that was resolved. Who then? And what did he do? That's what Clyde kept thinking, feeling like he had been framed at this point. In truth, Clyde had done nothing wrong. He was catalyst for Kelly Conway's plans to torment Heather Sunderland, and what better way to start it off by hiring The Gatt Attack to give the scallywag brawler the worst beating of his life before showing to Heather.

"I'll... Talk however the fuck I want! And I ain't done shit to nobody! No-- AGHHHGHHH!!!!" Would begin to shout at the three before being swiftly cut off by Nha's sudden brutal knee striking Clyde between his legs, nailing him right in the crotch, his eyes shooting wide open as he howled in immense pain. "Ugh... Aghhhh! S-Shit!!" Clyde would let out as he writhed in agony, squirming helplessly in Sha's clutches as he endured the savage pain in his family jewels, his eyes starting to water up from the cruel shot to his groin.

Omce again Clyde's speech was cut off, this time by the swift and cruel strike of Nha's knee into Clyde's package. And Rika caught it all happen on camera. "Careful, Clyde," Nha contiued to taunt, stepping back from the Texan to watch him writhe in pain. One thing about fighting guys, they always had that one weak spot she could exploit. "You don't want to make the women who are kicking you ass angry now, would you?"

Sha would then suddenly release the full nelson on CLyde, but wouldn't allow him to go far. She would spin him around, then reach down for his thigh and grab his shoulder. She would then flip him upside down into a bodyslam position, holding him up there for a second before she would brutally slam his back into the hard floor to complete the manuever.

After taking that shot down below to the family jewels, Clyde was writhing in sheer agony, gritting down tightly on his teeth as he squirmed in Nha's clutches, infuriated by how he was being toyed around with.

Upon being released by Sha, Clyde stumbled forth cupping his aching groin for a moment until suddenly, like a texas twister, Sha spun right in front of him and quickly grabbed Clyde. "Wahh!!" Clyde would exclaim as he was held upside down for a moment before being swiftly slammed onto the hard below, releasing a loud howl of agony as his back hit the floor, arching his back up before rolling onto his stomach, clutching his lower back.

"When...I get up... Y-Ya'll are fuckin' dead!!"

The hard floor of the bar would be Clyde's best friend by the time the night was through. This mission, unique in it's own way, was the perfect way to spread the Gatt Attack name through to the Tension league. The founder herself had probably not thought of this, but Nha, ever the strategist, had already taken this into acount. Clyde's iminant beatdown would serve as a message to the entire AFW that no one was safe from the Gatt Attack.

After Clyde was slammed to the floor Nha came up behind him. After he was slammed she now faced his feet, and after he rolled over, she now faced his back. Without another word she would leap into the air, salmming her high-heeled boots deep into his back. "Well then," Nha would say, smiling as she balanced herself on his back. "I guess that means we can't have you getting back up now, can we?"

Nha would then remove her heels from Clyde's back and instead sit down to straddle it. Grabbing his arms she would drape them over her bare thighs, trapping them and making them useless. She would then cup his chin, and wothout further ado would pull back on it to trap the Texan in a camel clutch.

The past few days for Clyde had been physically tormenting for him, and as far as his time in the ring went, it included a hardcore match and a TLC match, both of which took heavy toll on his body that Clyde was still feeling sore from. However, out of all the beatings Clyde took in the past week, nothing felt worse than this moment here as The Gatt Attack ambushed him. His head was busted open again, his back felt like it was on fire, and his pride was being dismantled and taken apart.

Upon rolling over onto his back, Clyde released a gasping howl of sheer agony as Nha leaped into the air and slammed her high-heeled boots straight down into Clyde's already throbbing back, causing Clyde's upper torso and legs to shoot up a bit as the Texan released a deafening yell of pain that could be heard outside the bar, writhing agony beneath Nha's boots, twitching violently beneath her as a streak of blood ran down his face.

"Goddammit when will it end!?" Clyde thought to himself as he continued to howl in sheer agony, his head buried in the hard floor while he gritted his teeth, trying to fight through the pain and not give The Camera a good show of this torture. Not wanting to show how weak he was right now. But that was easier said than done.

"Aghh!! L-Let Me go G-Goddamit!!" Clyde would exclaim as Nha straddled him, letting out a low pained grunt as she trapped his arms over her thighs and hoisted him up by his chin. "Y-You bitches are fuckin' dead when I get outta this!! Ya Hearin' me!? Fuckin' D-DeeaaaaAAAAGHHHHH!!!" Clyde would cry out as the camel clutch tore at his back and neck. His already bruised and battered body being worsened immensely by this move that Clyde couldn't escape, no matter how much he squirmed and struggled, feeling downright humiliated as he looked to Rika as she held the camera and recorded everything.

The camera Rika held recorded every moment of Clyde's agony from the body slam to the cruel camel clutch the man now found himself trapped in. Nha was a submission expert at heart, and while she mixed a few strikes and throws into her arsenal every now again her true talents lay in keeping an opponant tangled up in a mess of limbs, screaming for mercy as she tortured their muscles with little effort. Which is exactly what she was doing to Clyde.

Nha smiled as she kept Clyde immobilized. WIth practiced skill she would pull back hard on his chin, stretching his stomach and back muscles to their limit, forcing him to look straight up at Nha's smiling face. "What a weakling," Nha said. "This was way to easy." She looked up at Sha who still stood before them, and gave her a smile and a nod.

Sha nodded back and set herself right in front of Clyde. Nha's perfect execuation of the camel clutch left Clyde's upperbody very exposed. A perfect target. Sha would rear her leg back far before she would bring it rocketing back to slam against Clyde's chest. She would then rear it back again to do the same thing. Over and over again the red twin would do this, kicking Clyde across his chest again in again while her sister continued to torture his back. "Stay quiet for awhile, okay?" Nha would say with a chuckle, right before sliding her hands over Clyde's mouth to stop him from talking. Or screaming.

As the camera kept recording every act of torture that Nha & Sha painfully dished out upon Clyde, The Texan couldn't help but wonder just who the hell unleashed The Gatt Attack on him and wanted his physical dissection recorded. Clyde knew quite a few people hated him, but he honestly didn't have a direct enemy anymore, but that didn't matter to Nha and Sha since a job was a job. A job they apparently took a lot of pleasure in.

"AGhhhhHHHH!!!" Clyde would scream out through his gritting teeth as he looked up at Nha's smiling face with an angry yet pain-filled scowl, glaring right into her eyes as she painfully stretched his entire torso and neck while forcefully pulling back on his chin, causing the Texan to writhe in sheer agony as she tortured and taunted the helpless brawler who couldn't escape her clutches, no matter how much he squirmed and struggled.

But just as Clyde began to think that what he was enduring was the worst, along came Sha who stepped right in front of Clyde and winded her leg back before swiftly it swinging forth, throwing a rock hard kick right into to Clyde's chest with a loud *SMACK* as the red-haired twin's shin crashed into Clyde's chest, causing the blonde to suddenly let out a loud pain filled scream that echoed throughout the bar as Sha blasted Clyde's chest with a brutal kick. But that one kick would not be the end of it. Over and over again Sha would hammer her leg into Clyde's chest with several thunderous kicks that lit The Texan's chest on fire, releasing muffled screams of torturous agony as Nha covered Clyde's mouth, letting Clyde sit there and endure a barrage of thunderous kicks as the camel clutch tore his body apart.

While Clyde Gastin was no stranger to taking beatings, he had never endured anything like this before. Things weren't looking good for the scallywag brawler at all.

One thing about Nha and Sha they were very good at their jobs. Meeting Sarah Gatt and coming into her employ lead to them to picking up several bad habits. For instance, they found out their teamwork was quite effective when someone needed to beaten down. Sha's brute strength and Nha's sadistic tendencies made for a lethal combination. As Clyde was certainly finding out.

After pounding on Clyde's upperbody for a good while Sha would finally hold off on it, looking down silently at the damage she had caused. She imagined his chest was nice and red by now, not that she could see with his shirt on. "Do try to remain conscious, Clyde," Nha cooed down at the Texan. "It's no fun when they pass out so soon." Nha would again nod at her sister, and again the red twin would recieve the silent message.

WIth Nha still keeping him in the camel clutch, Sha would move around Clyde's body, heading towards his legs. She would then move to stand back to back with Nha, and reaching down for both of legs she would hook them under her armpits, rearing back on them to place the man in a boston crab. Clyde would then be trapped in a camel clutch/boston crab combination, with both twins pulling back on his chin and legs simulatneosly, nearly bending the poor Texan in half.

After enduring Sha's viciously thunderous onslaught of brutal kicks to his sternum while being torn apart by Nha's torturous camel clutch, it was amazing that Clyde was still conscious after taking such a harsh beating to his already battered body, that felt like it was on fire at this point, aching sorely to no end.

"Mm-Mmphh..." Clyde would groan out through Nha's hand that covered his mouth as his battered chest heaved up and down, panting heavily for breath after taking such heavy shots to the sternum, wishing that he could indeed pass out and no longer endure this painful and humiliating torture, squinting his eyes tightly as the camel clutch continued to rip at his torso. That move was painful enough, but what Clyde would receive next would take his body to its limits as Sha straddled Clyde's back and lifted up his legs to apply a Boston crab.

Clyde felt like his entire body was going to torn apart as Nha & Sha both pulled back on his legs and chin simultaneously, causing to release muffled howls of agony once more as he shook violently in the clutches of the twins, whimpering in pain as they stretched the Texan like a rubber-band, screaming through Nha's hand, unable to escape, clinching onto his fists tightly as he endured the hell that Nha and Sha unleashed on Clyde. He didn't know how much longer he could take this.

If Nha and Sha went any further they would have surely broken Clyde's back, or maybe even torn him in half. Thankfully they wouldn't need to go that far to deal with the man. Clyde would be able to walk after all this was over. Though probably not for a few weeks at least. And Rika was there to record every bit of his suffering.

"I think he's trying to say something, sis," Nha said to Sha from over her shoulder.

"What do you think it is?" Sha questioned.

"Probably the usual things. 'Please stop. Don't break my spine. I'll do anything you say'. Things like that." The twins would continue to torture Clyde in their double hold, draining all strength and thoughts of fighting back from their victim. Clyde may not be broken in half, but he would feel that way for awhile. Finally, though, the sisters would release their submissions on Clyde simultaneosly, letting him flop to the floor in a heap. They would both get back up, looking over the man thoughtfully.

"You know, Clyde, if you beg for mercy now, we just might give it to you," Nha mused qith a chuckle, giving the Texan's head a nudge with her foot. She motioned Rika over as well. If Clyde was going to beg, she was sure the client wanted it on camera.