For Whom The Bell Tolls (Complete)

"I don't give a damn what ya cut! You ain't gettin rid of that mark too soon, Missy!!" Clyde would exclaim in a bitter rowdy manner as he yelled at the three members of The Gatt Attack in a frantic manner as he struggled in Sha's grip. Trying his best to get loose and fight back even though his body was sore and worn out, the adrenaline he was getting through his anger and frustration were pressing him on to fight back with all he had. Prompting the Texan to give a harsh pull on Sha's hair to hopefully slip out of that headlock she had him in.

But before Clyde knew it. Sha would jump up suddenly and bring Clyde down with her to the floor as she fell. Effectively bringing his head down to the hard bar room floor with a violent thud that bounced Clyde's forehead up, practically knocking the brawler out as his head was slammed into the floor, leaving a blood stain from his bleeding forehead upon where Sha brought him down. Leaving Clyde face down on the floor, bleeding profusely and barely conscious.

It seemed that it would take Sha's bulldog to finally put a stop to Clyde's resistance. The last of his resistance hopefully. After all, it wasn't much of a beatdown when the victim fought back. "God, he's a loud mouth," Nha muttered crossly. "That's usually Rika's department."

"Yeah," Rika giggled, then blinked in realization. "Hey!"

Sha would uncoil her arm from around Clyde's throat, and looked down at the half-dead male beside her. Frowning, the red twin would grab the Texan by his scruffy blond hair, and with it in tow would drag him up as she made her way to her feet. "Set him up," Nha called, and would move to stand across from her sister, leaving Clyde standing inbetweem the two.

Once everything was in place, Sha would release Clyde's hair, and then slam a mighty right hook into his jaw. The punch would send him stumbling towards Nha, who would unleash a punch of her own as soon as Clyde was in range, sending him stumbling right back to Sha. The twins would continued with this, batting Clyde's head back and forth with punch after punch like it was a game of tetherball. Which was why they appropriately named this move the Volley.

Sha's bulldog had indeed put an end to Clyde's last bit of resistance, as drove the Texan face first into the floor, which was now stained with the half-conscious brawler's blood who laid limp on the floor until Sha pulled the Texan up by his hair, releasing a faint, weakened groan under his breath until a stiff right hook from Sha crashed into Clyde's jaw and sent his head whipping back violently as he stumbled back away from Sha, now going towards Nha who would throw a hard punch of her own to send the blonde right back towards Sha.

Over and over again Clyde's head would snap left to right with every hard punch the twins dished out onto the battered Texan who was being swatted around endlessly by Nha and Sha, drawing blood from Clyde's mouth as the duo continued to mercilessly bash the scallywag between the two of them. His face now bloodied and bruised by the twins who volleyed Clyde around like nothing. Staggering helplessly from fist to fist. Getting his jaw rattled by every punch.

It would be lie if Nha and Sha both said they wern't hsving fun batting Clyde's head around like a game of volleyball. Every punch that struck him across the face was accompanied by a laugh from both girls, who were actually having fun by seeing how long they could batter CLyde like this before he collapsed on the spot. Rikja filmed the entire 'game', moving the camera back and forth like she was watching a tennis match.

"Poor guy," Nha laughed, striking Clyde across the face with yet another punch. "I think, he needs a hug."

SHa immediately got the message. After her sister sent Clyde tumbling towards her yet again this time the brawler wouldn't be met with another punch to the face. Instead, Sha would spread her arms wide, and as soon as Clyde was close enough she would wrap her arms around her waist and arms and lift him a few inches off the ground. Then her strong arms would begin to squeeze, crushing Clyde in a bearhug. As one of the more phyiscally powerful women in the AFW, Clyde would begin to feel the effects of his spine being compressed immediately.

Just when it appeared that Clyde might have had some kind of chance against Nha and Sha during his moment of raging retaliation, the Texan was shut back down again by Sha as she drove Clyde's head right into the floor, sending the scallywag brawler into a absent minded daze as more blood rained from his bloodied forehead and masked his face in crimson. His body was battered beyond belief, he could barely move on his own and felt that his spine was on the edge of snapping in two.

The attack did not stop however, as Nha and Sha were far from done apparently since they prepared Clyde for more punishment. Without any hesitation, The Twins put the Texan up on his feet and began to brutally batter him back and forth to one another like a tether-ball. Constantly striking the defenseless brawler who swayed from side to side with every hard punch the two slammed onto his face while laughing tauntingly at the punishment they were giving him. Reducing Clyde to their own personal punching-bag.

Weakened and faint groans would be released by Clyde as he was limply battered around until a final punch from Nha sent Clyde staggering towards Sha, who met the Texan with arms wide open before scooping his limp body off of the floor as she suddenly began to squeeze tightly upon his lower-back, crushing his spine with her powerful arms that were wrapped tightly around Clyde, leaving him to hang limply with his body arched backwards as Sha squeezed the life out of Clyde with the savage bearhug. Emitting low weakened groans of torturous agony as the red-head compressed his spine.

Sha was relentless as she squeezed Clyde with all she had, crushing him slowly but surely between her mighty arms. As each second passed Sha's bearhug would actually begin to grow tighter and tighter, crushing Clyde further against her. The remarkable thing was she wasn't even squeezing with her full strength yet. If she had, she might have very well broken the Texan in half, which after an evening of spine punishing moves wouldn't be too hard.

"Hey, look what I found!" Nha suddenly called from the bar. She was holding Clyde's 24/7 championship belt, which she had found wrapped up beneath his jacket. She held it before the camera as Rika zoomed in on it.

"What's a 24/7 champion?" Rika asked curiously.

"It's like that hardcore championship of Tension," Nha answered as-matter-of-fact as she brought the belt over. She looked over at Clyde, who was still being crushed to death by her sister, and gave him an amused smile. "And that's supposed to be you? Geez, what a joke. No wonder someone wants your ass kicked." The blue twin would then give Sha a nod, and the red twin would nod back. She would then start crushing Clyde with all her might, her muscles bulging with power as she squeezed the brawler without mercy. She would keep she up for five seconds, more than enough time to out Clyde through hell, before she would just as quickly release him, dumping him onto the floor on his back.

As Sha continued to virtually squeeze the life out of Clyde, the Texan's body would arch back further and further as her grip on him grew tighter, causing Clyde's eyes to widen as he gritted gritted his teeth tightly, staring up at the ceiling above, feeling like his entire lower back was on fire and was going to snap at any moment. Clyde's eyes would then trail down to Nha however as she stood by the bar and held up his 24/7 title belt, causing the Texan to quickly glare angrily through the horrid pain he felt in his lower-back, not wanting any one of the three attackers to touch his title belt that he had fought so hard for.



Indeed the belt was basically the Hardcore Title of Tension and Clyde was it's holder, having won the belt just 24 hours ago in a hardcore match to become Tension's first singles champion. That being said, the fact that he was being torn apart like this was down right embarrassing, and the fact that it was being recorded only made things worse. While Clyde was often considered to be scum in the eyes of other wrestlers in the AFW, he honestly didn't care about his bad reputation, rather he only sought to prove that he tough. Which he felt he proved during his 24/7 title match but now he was being slapped around like a chump. In truth, Clyde had honestly not been 100% since last week due to the several brutal matches and beatings he had to endure prior to this current one, his body was already weakened the minute he walked into the bar. But he felt that was no excuse.

An almost breathless groan would be released by Clyde as Sha continued to crush the blonde within her powerful clutches, feeling like he was already completely broken in half at this point and would limply flop down on the floor as Sha released him, hitting the ground with a stiff thud as Clyde laid there, twitching slightly, arching his back just slightly before he collapsed again on the floor. Laying there limp and sprawled out with a blood red mask upon his face, staring up at the ceiling, completely out of it.

Nha and Sha soon crowded around Clyde's broken form, looking down on him with matching smirks. They had really done a number on Clyde so far. With ruthless efficiency they had taken the arrogant and proud brawler to a state of utter defeat. It was what they were best at as a team. "Sad really," Nha sighed, looking at the blet in her hands. "Such a pretty belt in the hands of someone like you." Nha suddenly grinned brightly, and would then tie the belt around her waist. Once it was on, she did a pose for the camera. "How do I look?"

"Like an expensive hooker," Rika replied immediately.

Nha shot the young brawler a death glare before turning back to her sister. Both nodded at each other, and would then drop to the floor next to their victim. Nha would move to wrap her legs around his neck in a tight sidescissor. Meanwhile Sha would wrap her legs tight around his waist in a bodyscissor hold. With the twins on either side of the texan, they would begin to squeeze, crushing his throat and stomach tightly between their strong thighs.

Nha & Sha's attack on Clyde had indeed the Texan and battered and broken, bloody heap on floor who could barely move an inch after ruthless beating that the twins had unleashed upon him. Clyde could only lay on his half broken back look up at the destructive twins that stood above him and taunted him with his own belt. Wanting so badly to snatch it from Nha, but his battered body wouldn't allow it.

Instead Clyde would remain prone on the floor and at the mercy of Nha and Sha as they lowered themselves and coiled their legs around the Texan's body and neck before they proceeded to squeeze him once more, crushing his body and compressing his neck tightly within their legs. Earning a harsh gagging sound from Clyde as he sat there, staring up at the ceiling with blood covering his eyes, unable to breath or even emit any sounds of agony that he felt as the twins continued to crush Clyde. About to pass out at this point.

The powerful legs of both girls continued to squeeze the life out of Clyde. Sha's strong thighs crushed his already battered torso, crushing his stomach and spine. Nha's smooth legs tightened around his throat, crushing his windpipe and denying him proper acess to air. It was a dealy combo move that threatened to end Clyde's career.

"So small, so fragile," Nha whispered, watching Clyde's face twitch and gurgle between her legs. "What a pathetic excuse for a man. Taking for a ride by a couple of girls. And the best part is, we got it all on camera." Nha would then take CLyde's right hand and guide it to his title belt that was now tied around her waist, She would tkae Clyde's hand and slide it across the belt's surface, letting feel every letter that adorned it. "I think it fits much better around me, don't you think?"

Even if Clyde could answer, they wouldn't give him the opportunity. Both twins would tigethen their legs around his neck and body, denying him the ability to even speak. "Don't pass out on us yet, Clyde," Nha would whisper. "We have one last surprise for you...."