Shauna O'Connor vs Killer King

Shauna just laid face down on the floor after the blow that sent her out of the ring. She didn't want to get up. The girl was sick to her stomach. All the hits to her head had made her dizzy and nauseous and that last blow made her want to throw up. But her opponent wasn't through with her just yet. He pulled her up to her feet by the hair but most of the fight had been beaten out of her already. She could barely stand straight and was never even given a chance to get her senses back. The beast threw her into the side of the ring. She managed to turn to her side so her shoulder struck first to absorb the impact. Nevertheless, the blow knocked her right back down to the floor in a groan of agony.

The referee continued to count up as she collapsed. Despite the fact that it was her first match...despite the fact that the stipulation would make her King's slave if she lost...the girl just laid there. How much more pain could he cause? "Five! Six! Seven!" the referee girl continued to count up. Shauna just wanted to stay there. It hurt so much to move and all her instincts told her to stay down. If King came back outside the ring, it would reset the count but if he just stayed in there then she would just lay outside for the count to finish. At least then she'd be spared all the pain of getting back in the ring, right?

King got into the ring right after Irish Whipping the red head to the ring apron to add some pain to her body before sliding in, thinking she would come back in before the 10 count, patiently waiting for her as the female referee counting down but by the time it passed 5, he was getting a little annoyed and thought. **Wait wait wait! I cant let this girl lose to a count out, I dont want that in my record! FUCK!** He realized that she is planning to do that, its the smartest choice to avoid getting anymore ass kicked by the monster beast like Killer King. "Damn Shauna bitch!" The furious King stomping his foot down marching toward to the ropes where the fine Irish girl is, he slips out of the ring where he wanted to take her in as well resetting the count.

"Damn you! Think you can avoid this?!" King stepping outside of the ring where he could see Shauna laying there, not very good at hide-n-seek easily spotted by the man beast. He reach for her hair to pull up so he could use his free hand at her throat to grab firmly before releasing on her red locks, reach down between her legs to cup and trying to lift her up above his head, showing off his strength to throw her between the ropes and into the ring, then gloating at the crowd for a moment before he turn to the ring and getting back in for more rough harsh actions. "RAWWWWR!"

Clyde had been chilling backstage, bored and sighing as he drank a bottle of water that he got from a vending machine. He was craving some yebisu beer right now but leave to him to keep in mind the words of a certain paralegal about drinking before matches. He certainty did try but he just couldn't go through with it. Instead Clyde drank plain old, tasteless bottled water while he chilled out in the lounge, apparently his scheduled opponent called in sick and couldn't make it.

He was told they might find a replacement for him but it was a maybe. Time passed and Clyde was tired of waiting on maybe's and might's. He was craving a burger or a pizza right about now and he was just about to leave to leave until he caught a glimpse of the ongoing match of tonight's Live Tension Event between some cute lil' red-haired girl he'd never seen before and the infamous masked bruiser, Killer King.

The girl was a lot smaller than King and she was clearly having trouble fighting against the taller brute who was clearly stronger. He watched take a nasty headbutt that sent the girl into a daze while he held her by her hair. King then effortlessly scooped her up and set her up for a tombstone piledriver.

"Well this ain't gon be good." Clyde muttered to himself as he watched King carry Shauna and position her before suddenly dropping to his knees to spike the girl's head down hard into the canvas with enough impact to make Clyde cringe a bit as he watched the girl's body go limp as she fell to the canvas, sprawled out. "Another win for King Nuthin'..." Clyde muttered lowly to himself, figuring the match HAD to be over with how out of it Shauna looked. But King wasn't done, he instead got Shauna up and began to pound the crap out her mercilessly with his fists over and over. Clyde looked on with a scowl. He knew of King's antics and secretly hoped maybe the guy would leave the poor gal alone now that she was beaten but no he kept on going, the girl couldn't even defend herself at this point!

He watched her endure that submission hold from King, Clyde wanted her to tap out and she didn't, she went to the ropes, that broke the submission but it clearly made King angry, angry enough to keep on delivering the punishment as he gave the girl a heavy dropkick that knocked out of the ring and sent her to the floor below. Clyde was barely listening to commentary but when he heard the commentators remind the views that the winner was going to keep the winner as their slave for the night, Clyde's eyes narrowed at the thought of a sadistic bastard like King having his way with yet another girl whom he loved to make his ragdoll, his plaything. Another set up by AFW to pit a smaller girl against this giant, hoping he'd tear her apart and then prolly rape her. Of course it would gather ratings, the viewers liked this stuff and Clyde was sure King would do this again. He'd seen the guy have his way with girl's, taking plenty of time to just beat them senseless and then take advantage of them while they were too thrashed to defend themselves. It wasn't even a fight anymore!

Clyde fists clinched tightly as he looked at the screen before he stormed out of the lounge and sprinted his way towards the backstage entrance area. Someone needed to teach this guy a lesson. Wearing his usually attire of jeans, a white t-shirt and his brown cowboy hat, Clyde made his way into the backstage area and ran past the technicians there who all looked on in confusion, bolting past security who tried to tell him to stop. Which he did... Only to end up grabbing a steel chair just before dashing out the curtains to run onto the ramp in the arena.

He dropped his hat on the steel ramp but didn't stop running as he made his way down, watching King throw the girl into the apron before going back down for her. He was just going to keep picking her apart and no one was going to do anything about it! Everyone was going to let him have his way with this girl... But Clyde felt dirty sitting by doing nothing, he didn't care if he got in trouble for this, it was the right thing to do he felt.

He watched King lift up the girl over his head and toss her into the ring, he was going to keep having 'fun' it seemed. Clyde peered at Shauna, she was defenseless and would have just lost by count out had King not picked her up. The match was already over in Clyde's book. Especially now, because Clyde planned on leaving with Shauna after he gave King a good ol' southern ass whoopin'.

After Shauna got dumped in the ring, Clyde saw King turn and gloat to the crowd, some of them even jumping up and pointing towards Clyde as if to show King 'SOMEONE IS BEHIND YOU!!', Clyde stepped up to bat with steel chair in hand while King was busy with the crowd, grippping his weapon tightly, The Cowboy scowled at the beast with hateful eyes, eager to take his head off.

"Hey asshole!" Clyde barked out to the bigger wrestler who the tiny cowboy, awaiting for King to start turning so Clyde could dash forth with the chair over his head and sending it downward to CROWN King's head with a thunderous chair-shot.

So far, King finally got the upper hand and not only that but he also crushing her with multiple painful moves that easily turning the red head Shauna into a ragdoll. He didnt want to win the match with a count out as shes pretty much weaken outside of the ring, so the man beast went outside of the ring going after to the new girl and seeing her laying on the floor, pulling her up and throwing her back into the ring, course the count out were reset and before he goes in, he wanted to gloat to all the haters of how cruel he was doing to the poor girl, which he doesnt care one bit other than messing her up. "RAWWWR! THIS BITCH IS GOING DOWN!"

While he continues to gloat and the referee start a fresh new countdown on King, which he isnt too worried about it, flexing his muscles to the crowd and everyone else around it, then he was about to turn around facing the ring and noticing the crowd were reacting strangely, tilting his head as some were pointing behind him even shouting out the warning to the beast, just as he was about to turn around to see what the hell they were bitching about. "The fuck you weakling calling abou---- GAH!"

Out of nowhere, a chair smacked right on top of his head knocking him senselessly and dropping down on the mat, clutching his head with the massive headaches throbbing in pain, rolling side by side on the outside floor as the referee ringing the bell for the man in a cowboy hat interfering the match, getting both Shauna and Killer King the DQ thanks to the mystery man. "Gahhhh... who the fuck... are you?!"

"BOOM!!!" Clyde hollered out the moment his steel chair struck King on the crown with a thunderous smack that sent him falling to the floor below, holding his head, Clyde loved the sight of making this sadistic and powerful individual that many feared into nothing more than a wounded cat that was rolling around in pain thanks to a blonde haired mouse.

"Ya' Momma." Clyde spat to King before dropping his dented chair to leave the wounded powerhouse on the outside while he went to slide inside the ring to attend to the red haired beauty, whom Clyde knelt beside and began pushing lightly with his arm, trying to wake her up.

"'Ey... You ar'ight? Clyde would ask while checking on Shauna, trying to get her up so he could take her out of there and away from King before the guy woke up. All while quite a few hundred fans began to boo heavily at the fact the match was now over thanks to Clyde interrupting the match.

After that last shove into the apron, Shauna just couldn't muster up the strength to fight back. Her body hurt so much and she could barely comprehend what was going on around her. She felt herself get thrown into the ring, and just assumed King wasn't done with her yet. She didn't even hear the boos and shouts and of the crowd, nor did she hear the bell ring shortly before. She was just so out of it. The one thing she did know was how brutal King had been to her in the match.

So when Clyde got into the ring and checked to see if she was alright, Shauna teared up and tried to yank her arm away. "N-No...leave me...leave me alone..." She pleaded and curled up into a ball to try an escape the torture. She didn't know what else she could do.

King was hurt and very pissed off that whoever smacked him blindly at his head, he will remember for someone wearing some silly hat, he knows it a man from the tone of the voice and wearing a stupid hat, he wont forget that person and King still down on the floor form the outside and notices that person who sneak attack him, the big beast slowly crawling to the steel guard rail and using it to pull himself up while the crowd booing at him, adding the laughing and slapping on his bare back from behind just to provoke him. "Grrrrr....."

He' still awake and in rage, slowly the beast wants to get that person for smacking him in the head, he tries to stumble to the ring apron, slowly sliding himself back in with his head still hurting, rubbing at it same time, just wanting to crush that person. "Grrrr....." **Augh fuck my head** His mind complaining.

Clyde thought the hero deed was in the bag. He slayed the dragon with his mighty weapon forged in steel, thus allowing him to rescue the beautiful damsel in distress from the clutches of the beast. Leaving Clyde to play the white knight with sheer style by carrying the fair maiden out of the arena and far away into the night... Where he planned on parting in a Platonic manner of course!

Little did the little Cowboy realize though was that Shauna O'Connor seemed to still be in shock and wasn't too keen on letting Clyde try to whisk her away from the arena. Clyde looked on with quite a bit of concern as he watched Shauna curl up into a ball, disturbing him to see the girl this way. Clyde knelt beside Shauna. "Hey Hey... Take it easy, lady. Clyde Gastin's the good guy here." Clyde tried to calm her down, speaking into her ear without touching her, hoping that he could get through to her but as he did this he felt the presence of someone wanting to join them in the ring.

"Aww Hell." Muttered Clyde when he saw King sliding himself in the ring. "Craaap!" Clyde panicked, realizing he left the chair on the outside. He stood up in front of Shauna and stared down at her, knowing he had to stand firm but at the same time... Clyde was 5'7 and 135 while King was like 6 ft and 200lbs. In short Clyde knew he might have some trouble. Or alot of trouble.

He gulped, knowing he could get pummeled. "Welp....ALRIGHT, Bub... Let's dance!" Clyde let out before charging at King, going full speed before leaping at King with a flying forearm to the face to hopefully send the brute back through or over the ropes to the floor below.

King was pissed, very pissed off that someone attacked him out of the blue, sure that person have guts and balls to make the big beast really angry but, whoever did that did a pretty good job weaken Killer King, but even though he was still able to get up but struggling to get to his feet as he slowly moving towards to the ring apron, he crawls back into the ring with his hand holding to his head from the rocking pain, he starting to blink wildly and notices it was the man in a cowboy hat coming up to the downed girl Shauna, he knew that this man is dead meat. "Grrr.... you're.... fucked!"

Though King tries to get up to his feet after entering the ring, his head still giving him some trouble focusing and with that, that crappy looking shrimp cowboy didnt hesitate to rush right at the beast and hitting him in the face knocking the big man backward easily over to the top ropes and sending him down to the floor once again, hitting hard and tumbling in serious pain. "Gahhh.... ughhh... fuckin... grrrruhh....."



Bree was watching from the back admiring her lovely King doing his amazing workout on the poor pathetic girl, which she giggles on watching the fight, she kept fascinating seeing him dominating the girl from left to right, all over the place until she was unable to fight anymore, almost trilled to see him about to beat her for the win but then suddenly, the cameraman showing someone coming out and sneak in an attack on her precious King. "NYAH! WHAT THE HELL?! WHO THE HELL IS THAT?!" She jumped up at the monitor just freaking out seeing her King getting knocked down on the floor as the cowboy getting into the ring to check on the girl, she figures that King will be okay after few mins of recovering and once he did, she knew he'll get back up to his feet and going in to beat that asshole up, but King showing sign of weakening from the chairshot and giving that man a chance to knock King down once again with a smack to the face sending the big man over and out of the ring, hitting the floor. "NOOO!"

In her revealing outfit of black top with red outlining, black boots and panties with a red cat paw on the center of her crotch, purple n black stripes knee high stockings, and a strap holding onto her stockings. Quickly rushing out from the room and heading out to where the ring is, King, that cowboy, and the downed red head all in the same arena. Running out from the stage and down the ramp, seeing the ring as she slides right in to confront the cowboy right in his face. "Hey you! What the hell are you interfering King's match? Huh? HUH?!" She shove him with her hands on his chest while still getting in his face.

Clyde struck King as hard as he could... His eyes went wide. Did he? He did! HE KNOCKED KILLER FREAKING KING OVER THE ROPES!

"HOLY SHIT I DID IT! FUCK YEAH!!" Clyde hollered as he managed to smack the big guy and send him over the ropes, tumbling down onto the floor below. Clyde raised his fists in triumph like he won scored the winning touchdown in the Superbowl. "OOOOH!!!" Clyde bellowed as he watched King hit the mat feeling so powerful that HE, a Tiny Cowboy managed to down the fearsome Killer King and send him toppling like King King off the empire state building.

"AH HAHAHAHAHA! Sucker! Go home and choke on a hairball ya stupid, stupid, stupid Cat!" Clyde raved down at King before... Some half naked chick showed up in the ring. Clyde's eyes went wide as he saw this chick with cat ears and a revealing outfit running this way. Did some crazy fan jump the fence?

"Hey! Who are-..." He got cut off as the catgirl got in his face and started questioning him, shoving him back and nearly making him trip. That got Clyde upset real quick.

"Hey! Shove me again and I'll deck ya, lady!" Clyde declared with his fists up. "I came here to save their there girl from that asshole down there! Got a problem with that!?"