For Whom The Bell Tolls (Complete)

Clyde didn't have much oxygen left in his limp body after the dragon-sleeper/scissors combo and barrage of brutal high-heel kicks from Nha & Sha hammered away at the nearly broken Texan as a thick streak of blood ran down the right side of his face, going over his barely opened right eye, as he released weak wheezing coughs.

Upon being released by Nha, Clyde would slump back against the floor as he gasped for air. His battered chest was not rising and falling, trying to catch his breath after the recent assault he endured. With a faint groan, Clyde would be forced to his feet by Nha as she held the limp Texan's body up by his hair, barely able to stand at all a this point, or defend himself as Nha and Sha took ahold of Clyde and placed his head under their arms before lifting him up in the air, hanging upside down in the vertical suplex as drops of blood rained down from Clyde's forehead to the floor until the twins finally dropped Clyde on his back.

A loud thud would be heard emitting from the bar room floor as Clyde's limp body dropped onto the floor with a lifeless yet violent flop as his back was hammered into the floor, sending his feet shooting up into the air before his body gave a violent jolting pulse before he limply bounced back down the floor, twitching slightly as his head titled to the side. His eyes were open, yet had an almost lifeless blank look to them as he remained sprawled out on the floor by Nha and Sha's double-vertical suplex that left him a half-broken, twitching mess.

"Oh, that had to hurt!" Rika laughed, recording Clyde's brutal salm to a hard floor all too eagerly. When this was all done, she was getting a copy of this recording! It was some of the Gatt Attack's best work.

Nha and Sha both got up after scoring one of their best attacks, and looked down at Clyde's sorry state. "God, he looks dead already," Nha mumbled upon seeing what Clyde was reduced to. "But we still have so much more to try on him. Mmm, how can we bring him round again?" While Nha was pondering to herself, Sha had walked over to a nearby table, where someone had left a nearly full bottle of tequila.

The red twin grinned at the sight, grabbed the bottle and popped the top, and would take a swig straight from the bottle. "Hey!" Nha protested upon seeing what her sister was doing. She marched over to Sha, and would snatch the bottle from her hand. "Save some for me," she said with a smirk, and take a swig from the bottle herself. Nha sighed in satisfaction once she was finihsed, wiped her lips and turned her attention back to CLyde. With bottle in hand she would walk over to him again, and would pour the remains of the bottle onto his face to rouse him from whatever state he found himself in.

"Had enough yet, mister Gastin?" Nha would ask with a sadistic smile.

The Gatt Attack's brutal attack on Clyde had been absolutely merciless and relentless since it began. Resulting in Clyde's current broken and battered, dead-looking state that Nha and Sha had placed him in. Still twitching slightly on the floor as he laid sprawled out with an empty eyed state into nothingness, half-conscious at this point. Not even hearing a single word Nha & Sha had said while he laid there on the floor.

His senses would awake however as Nha poured tequila upon Clyde's face from the bottle she wielded in her hands, letting its contents spill over the Texan to rouse him, weakly opening his mouth as he turned his head up to catch some of the tequila in his mouth once he recognized the smell of it after it rained down on his face.

Clyde would then look up at Nha with a weary, tired and pained filled scowl. "Y-Yeahhh...." Clyde would mutter faintly in a disoriented state before coughing violently. Barely knowing what he had just said.

"Oh, I;m sorry, Clyde," Nha chuckled amusingly befrore tossing the empty bottle over her shoulder. It smashed somehwere behind her. "You had your chance for a begging a long time ago. Too late now." Nha would once again reach down to grab Clyde by the hair, using it to drag him to his feet. "Maybe this is why someone wanted us to beat you up. Your stupid pride."

Once Clyde was up on his feet again, Nha would snake one of her legs around his, and position his arm so it was twisted behind her's. If she managed that, Clyde would be trapped in an abdominal stretch submission hold, which Nha would then begin to wrench cruelly, putting Clyde's abdominal muscles through some more pain that evening.

Nha wouldn't get any trouble at all from Clyde as she grabbed the Texan by the hair and tried to haul him up to his feet to give much effort to haul Clyde to his feet, staring up at Nha with half-opened eyes, wondering if his pride really did get him into trouble again.

"Nyghhh..." Clyde would groan out weakly as Nha began to tie him up around her until she got the Texan in an abdominal stretch and once again began to wrench his body apart, releasing long groans of agony as he squirmed weakly in Nha's clutches, his head hanging down limply as he endured more of the blue-haired woman's torture, unable to escape or defend himself.

Nha's sadistic personality would once again come out again once Clyde was locked into the painful submission. She wreched him to the side with no regard for his safety, stretching his ab muscles to their limit. At the rate she was applying pressure Clyde may very well be torn in half from his side. Not that Nha would have noticed or cared. She was way to into this. "Oh, Clyde," Nha cooed huskily. "You have no idea how much I enjoy this. A big strong guy like you squirming helplessly like a baby in my clutches." She would move her free hand to Clyde's crocthm reaching around him for it she could grab a tight hold of his package. "Tell me, is it as good for you as it is for me?" In addition to the abominal stretch, Nha would begin to mercilessly squeeze Clyde's package for a good amount of pain.

Clyde could only endure so much physical torture at this point. The beating his body was taking from Nha and Sha was starting to take it's toll on him. He felt numb, yet his entire body was surging with so much straining pain. His pride was suffering just as much though, as Nha continued to taunt away at the Texan as they beat him down and recorded every moment of it. It was utter hell for him right now.
Then, As Nha moved her head down to tightly grasp onto Clyde's crotch, he'd wince a bit before listing to her taunting words that added insult to injury, it was really starting to piss the blonde off, but Nha's next act would drive him over the breaking point.

Without warning, Nha gave a tight squeeze to Clyde's package, that instantly woke the boy up from his disoriented state as he lifted his head up, gritting down hard on his teeth as a horrid pain erupted from between his legs, releasing a pain filled scream through his teeth before Clyde's inner scallywag woke up and did the one thing he knew he could do while he was battered and worn-out. While Still howling in pain, Clyde leaned his head in forth towards Nha's arm as much as he could before he took a sudden Bite of her arm, clamping onto it with his teeth as a desperate attempt at payback for squeezing his family jewels. This was probably Clyde's last act of retaliation however.

Nha smiled as Clyde started screaming again. She hadn't heard that sound for awhile now, having beaten him to the point where it seemed he could no longer do so. But all it took was a little squeeze to the Texan's package for her prey to wake right back up again.

"Don't worry, CLyde, it will all be over soon," Nha chuckled, continuing to torture the man with both her submission and her deadly grip. "Most people would love to be in your position. Two sexy girls beating you so badly. And you're so lucky that it's happening to you for fr-AHHHHH!!!!" Nha suddely started screaming when Clyde started biting on her arm with such force. She immediately lost her submission, and the grip on his family jewels was released. "G-Get him off me!!" Nha screamed desperately.

Sha was on Clyde the moment Nha started screaming, and to get the Texan to release his grip Sha would send one heavy knee to his mid-section. If he let go after that Sha would grab him in a headlock, her strong arm pressing him tightly against her side.

Like a wild animal desperate to survive against a pack predators, Clyde Gastin pulled a page out of Friction's own, Babel Gilles de Rais's book of wrestling tactics and sank his teeth right into Nha's arm. Full of anger, frustration and adrenaline, Clyde struck back against one of the twins in a rather desperate, unorthodox but effective manner, keeping his teeth on Nha's arm as long as he could until Sha sent a heavy knee strike into Clyde's mid-section, causing the Texan to suddenly cough out a bit as he released Nha's arm from his mouth before Sha grabbed Clyde and placed him into a side-headlock.

"Agh!! Gah Damn! You Taste Nasty as Hell!!" Clyde would exclaim loudly after spitting a bit, trying to get away from Sha as she held him in the headlock. Still having a bit of fight left in him as he tried to desperately reach around Sha's back to grab the back of her hair and yank down. Still fighting desperately to get free and escape.

"Y'all picked the WRONG goddamn time to fuck with Clyde T. Gastin!!"

"Ah, that little ass hole!" Nha screamed, craddling her bitten arm and looking at the damage Clyde's bite had down. His teeth left distict marks on her skin, leaving it red and throbbing. The blue twin grit her teeth in anger, and then suddenly turned to point at the camera. "You better cut this part out of the film!"

"You think I know how to cut things out?" Rika asked incredously from behind the camera. "This isn't even my camera. I lifted it from a Radio Shack."

"Ugh!!" Both their attentions were drawn back to Sha, whose short red hair was now being yanked on by Clyde Gastin. The red twin winced in pain, still struggling to keep Clyde in her grasp despite the burning pain in her scalp. Her eyes narrowed, and she would suddenly take off running with Clyde in her headlock, and would jump into the air to slam her butt into the floor, taking CLyde down with her to take him down with a bulldog.