For Whom The Bell Tolls (Complete)

Never in his life had Clyde ever endured such physical torment as this moment here with Nha and Sha tearing the Texan's back apart with their painful submission combo that was slowly breaking his back. In addition to this, the fact that his suffering was being recorded like this was downright humiliating, especially for someone with as much pride Clyde Gastin.

Upon being released by the twins, Clyde flopped lifelessly on floor, his cheek buried the hard floor below as saliva seeped out from the corner of his mouth as his legs twitched slightly, never once moving his aching lower-back that felt so fragile at this point. As if It was on the very edge of shattering. His eyes then trialed up to Nha as she nudged Clyde's head with her boot, letting it shake limply to the side as she nudged him tauntingly.

He was now being offered mercy by his attackers. Mercy. A chance to possibly end this hellish beating now if he swallowed his pride and begged for the pain to stop. But as Clyde saw Rika move in overhead with the camera, his pride once again took control of his judgement. Perhaps if their wasn't any camera, Clyde would of begged. But the fact that someone could watch this over and over and be shown to anyone, made him reconsider that option, no matter how it was going to hurt.

"....G-Go Fuck... Yourself...." Clyde would groan out weakly with a glare directed to all the women, unable to grovel and beg for mercy, knowing that more pain would await him.

Instead of begging for mercy as most would have done by now Clyde instead choose to defy his attackers and suffer what was to come. Nha and Sha had proven that they can be downright deadly when working as a team, but still Clyde refused. Pride made people do stupid things. "Alright then," Nha said to Clyde's answer. Her foot prodding his head would then suddenly rear and come back to kick CLyde straight in the face. "Let's be honest. This was gonna happen whether you beggged or not."

Nha would then step back to allow Sha to step forward, the red twin cracking her knuckles in her hand before she would reach down and grab the Texan. She would pull him to his feet by his hair, and once he was up she would grab his shirt and pants, and with a grunt of effort would lift the man high into the air, her powerful arms holding Clyde up in a gorilla press.

"Well done, Sha!" Nha laughed while clapping her hands. It never ceased to amaze her how much raw power her sister possesed. Even as she held Clyde aloft she made it look effortless, her face twisted in a scowl. With the man in her hands she would walk over to one end of the bar, and once they were there she would hunker down, and with another grunt she would throw Clyde, dumping him onto the bar on his front.

After refusing to beg for mercy, Clyde was swiftly rewarded by a sudden stiff kick that slammed and scraped across Clyde's face, snapping his head away as more blood from began to pour down his face from his forehead. "Aghh!!" Clyde would yell out out as Nha's boot struck him and drew more blood, knocked a bit dizzy by the kick.

As Sha reached down to grab at Clyde by the hair, the Texan would could only release a faint groan of pain as he hangs almost lifelessly in Sha's clutches as she held him by his hair before hoisting him in the air in a gorilla press, his arms and legs dangling as Sha held the limp brawler up before she carried him to one end of the bar and dumped the blonde their on his stomach, letting him drop on the hard surface with a lifeless flop, completely out of it.

After dropping Clyde onto the bar Sha came close to him, and would look at tthe scene before her. She had dropped Clyde onto one end of the bar, and as she looked down the length of it. The long strip of wood still had lots of drinks along it, left in the haste of patrons need to escape the building once they had started Clyde's assualt. A brilliant idea came to SHa then, casuing her to smirk. This was something she had always wanted to do.

"You watch cowboy movies?" she cryptically asked Clyde. That was all the warning the Texan would get before Sha would grab him by his shirt and collar, and would then use that to start dragging him across the bar, running him all across the length of the bar. He would smash through glasses, mugs and bottles along the way but that didn't stop Sha from sliding him along it.

Eventually though they would reach the other end of the bar, and when they did Clyde's momentum would be at its maximum, and Sha would blast him off the end of the bar, sending him crashing into the floor when she did.

As Clyde was dropped by Sha on the bar, The Texan would lay there in a massively dizzied heap, his vision heavily blurred, unable to see much, or hear that well for that matter. His body was battered, especially his back, which was aching immensely along with his forehead that now bleeding profusely.

"W-Wah...?" Clyde would mutter out as he heard Sha's words before she grabbed a hold of the Texan and ran him along the bar. Running him right through the several glasses and bottles along the bar that would tip over into Clyde's face, spilling the drink over him before they fell to the floor and broke. Also ending up bumping into balled up trench-coat that contained his 24/7 title, leaving both on the bar until he unwillingly knocked them over behind the bar. Finally Clyde neared the end of the bar and would end up thrusted over the edge until he was sent tumbling to the floor with several glass bottles following him, nearly all of them breaking on impact around Clyde once they hit the floor.

"Ssshhit..." Clyde would mutter out through a pained groan as he laid on the floor surrounded by several broken bottles. Laying there, he'd spot one intact and reached for it with his shaking hand as he turned onto his stomach, trying to take a drink from the bottle, but would find it completely dry inside. Prompting Clyde to turn around and look around the bar till he spotted 'The Girl with The Camera' and would angrily throw the bottle at Rika, giving it a wild yet tired toss that would not only miss her, but also land short of where she was standing. Clyde didn't have much left in him and would slump back on the floor after chucking the bottle, not able to move very well.

"Wow, that was so cool!" Rika exclaimed, recording Sha's whole performace with the video camera. "That was some real John Wayne shit, right there!" Sha smiled and flexed one of her arms for the camera. But it was all spoiled when Clyde suddenly found himself a bottle, and chucked it for Rika. "Hey!" Rika gasped. The bottle went short but Rika had flinched anyway. "Little piece of shit! Can I kick his ass now?"

"No, it's still our turn," Nha replied evenly despite Clyde's pathetic attmpts at violence. She would strut over to where he had landed off the bar, her high heels clacking across the floor before reaching him. SHe would give a sharp kick to his stomach for good measure before dropping to the floor with him. She'd position herself behind him, slip her arm around his throat and apply a tight dragon sleeper. Once she managed that she would also wrap her legs around his wasit to apply a body scissors as well, trapping him in two constricting holds. With a grin, Nha would start to apply pressure, her arm and thighs constricting tightly around her prey.

Clyde didn't know honestly know how much more of this torture he could take, he couldn't even hit Rika with the bottle he threw, further displaying how out of it Clyde really was.

He could however, hear that Nha wasn't done with him and would try his hardest to force himself to edge away from her, trying to crawl away from his attacker, hearing those high heels of her's, clacking on the floor below as she walked forth, getting closer and closer, the clacking starting to grow louder as Nha approached him, prompting Clyde to try and crawl away even faster just to get away but would be swiftly stopped by Nha as she gave the Texan a sudden kick. "Ughh!!" Clyde would let out with a pained grunt as Nha kicked him, knocking a good bit of air out of his lungs. Nha still wasnt done though, as she dropped down behind Clyde and wrapped her arms around his throat while her legs coiled tightly around his waist, squeezing the blonde tightly.

"Ack!!" Clyde let out, gagging a bit through his gritted teeth as he tried to pull on Nha's arm, lacking the strength to break the hold as the woman cut off the air to his legs and squeezed his body tightly, further putting Clyde's battered body through even more agony as he writhed helplessly in pain.

Nha's mouth curled into a smile once she had the hold locked in fully. Like an anaconda crushing its prey to death she squeezed tighter and tighter, denying Clyde air more and more. Her arm was coiled tight around his throat, and her legs squeezed his rib cage. The more he struggled, the tighter she squeezed. Of course, this in itself was a problem. At this rate Clyde would pass out, and Nha couldn't see any sport in that happening so soon.

"Sha, come over here before this idiot passes out," Nha called to her sister. The red twin nodded and made her way over to the unfortunate postion Clyde found himself in. Once again the Texan found hilmself very much exposed and therefore very much in trouble.

Sha's own high heeled boots clacked against the floor as she made her way over, and once she was there she would look down at Clyde's stomach, right before she would drive a kick deep into his gut. Sha's heels would drive hard into his stomach, and the she would rear back and do it again, and again. Over and over again, always aiming for the same spot. The constant wake up call would ensure that Clyde did not pass out from Nha's constricting and taunting choke.

Clyde couldn't take much more of this. As Nha continued to squeeze tighter and tighter on Clyde's body while cutting off the air to his legs, The Texan would clearly feel the hard strain on his body as he was squeezed to no end, while his struggling seem to halt more and more as Nha choked him out.

However, as Sha came forth, Clyde's eyes would widen instantly as the red-haired woman raised her leg and drove her heel into his stomach, earning a silent, nearly breathless gasp as he sharp heels dug into stomach, opening his mouth to scream, but nothing would be heard from Clyde as he did this. His body would double over slightly as Sha barraged his abdomen, releasing wide-eyed silent grunts that sounded more like coughs as Sha continued to kick as Clyde mercilessly. All while Nha continued to stretch and squeeze at the Texan's battered body that began to go completely limp.

With Nha\s constricting limbs and Sha's brutal blows it seemed like there was no way for Clyde to get out of this in one piece. They cruel twins would not even grant their prey the peace of unconsciousness as they battered him to near inhuman levels of punishment.

After a few agonizing moments of torture Nha would signal for Sha to hold off on her kick, which the red twin would immediately do, but not before leaving Clyde bruised and hurting. Nha would then release the hold she had on Clyde, unwinding her arm and unlocking her legs from around his body. "This is a lot of fun," Nha commented, and would grab Clyde by the hair so she could haul the Texan to his feet with her. "We must have the best jobs in the world. If only more people would join in on this."

Sha didn't respond to Nha's musings, instead opting to help her sister with what she was setting Clyde up for. Nha would would tuck Clyde's blond head under her arm, and Sha would move to do the same thing on Clyde's other side. They would then both drape his arms over both their necks. Once they were all set up, they would immediately haul Clyde vertically into the air, holding his body straight up for a few seconds. Then they would abruptly fall backwards with him, slamming his back into the hard floor with a double-suplex.