Shauna O'Connor vs Killer King

Bree enters the ring to confront the cowboy guy who knocked her precious King off the ring and down on the floor, she was really mad that she forgotten to check on him but more likely he doesnt need it, getting his face up front of the cowboy and shove him which he threaten her with his fist, not backing down as she glares at him. "Oh wanna deck me huh nyan?!"

Hearing his words of saving that pathetic girl, she giggles a little at him. "Maybe you should mind your own damn business and leave King do his job!" She yelled at him, then she tries out of nowhere bring her foot up to kick him between the legs for hurting her favorite heel, King. "NYAN!"

Clyde growled as he was shoved yet again by this cat chick. He didn't know she was at all but she was getting on his nerves with the shoving and as much as he didn't like hitting girls, he wasn't about to let this chick push him around either if she wanted to fight!

"The fuck does Nyan mean!?" He yelled back to her confusion before he explained what he was doing. Seeing Bree giggle, Clyde narrowed his eyes, he didn't get the joke obviously, nor why he should let King do as he pleases. "Psh. hell with that, toots!" Clyde shot back to defy Bree just before she suddenly lashed out her leg and nailed Clyde right in the balls!

"OOOOOOH F-FFFFUCK!!" The cowboy howled with eyes bulging out as he held his crotch after being kicked only to just fall over on his back following the low blow. "...Guuuuuhhhh....Ch-Cheap as hell, man!" Clyde let out as he writhed in pain.

Bree giggles when her foot when straight up to the man's balls, smacking the nuts as he goes down on the mat clutching his manhood in pain, she slightly laugh out loud hearing his complaints as she slowly circling around him before using her foot to get him to roll over facing down. "Cheap? Its not that BAD when you did to my Killer King now is it?!" Yelling at him until shes showing her sick grins on the feline's face.

She tries to rest her knees onto his back from the side, then reaching over between his legs to grab hold of his sore crotch and stroking him, over and over using her sick molesting finisher- 'Sweet, Sweet Love', rubbing him down and giving him an unwelcome, inappropriate move to make him feel very wrong from the cat girl. "Meow~... what you gotta say for yourself? Wanna let it all out of your pants in front of everyone meow?!"

King on the other hand, completely dazed and stunned from getting knocked over from the ropes and outside of the ring, that punkass cowboy gonna get his major ass kicking but, with the condition King's in, it wont do any good for him at the time being, he barely moving around from the outside and hoping for the best to recover some just resting his back against the guard rail where no one dares to touch him. "Huff.... huff... " **Goddamn mother fucker!!!** ranting in his throbbing pained brain of his.

After Clyde fell to the mat in SHEER agony following the kick to the groin he had to take from Bree, he remained on the canvas, writhing around while holding his sore package that stung like hell. Shutting his eyes tightly as he cupped his pride while Bree turned him over on his stomach with her foot.

He grunted as he felt her knees on his back from the side before he felt her gloved hands began to stroke his crotch, groping his clothed member while he squirmed helplessly under her, being molested in front the crowd!

"N-Nghhhh... N-Noo..." Clyde let out, shutting his eyes tightly as he found himself being pleasured against his will, trying to shake Bree off him while biting his lip to hide any indication of pleasure.

"Aww poor cowboy, cant handle it I see?" She giggles while her hand stroking his manhood to feel how hard it can get until she decided to let him go and keep him covered from the embarrassment, getting off his back to look down on the back of the cowboy, giving him a quick stomp and stick her tongue at him. "Bleeeh, suck to be you! Nya!"

She then skip away from him and heading toward to her precious Killer King to see if hes doing alright or not, sliding out of the ring to check on him, she can tell he was very angry so she make sure to keep a distance and trying to calm him down. "H-hey King, lets get out of here okay? I'll defend you from anyone who tries to attack you nya!"

King just pure angry right now and he just cant stand the feline annoying tone of voice. "Grrrr.... just shut up and back off... lets get the fuck out of here." King and Bree slowly leaving the arena to escape from this madness.

(My last post)

As all the events unfolded, Dark Angel watched from the monitors in the back. She had seen the schedule and felt obligated to watch things as she knew what would happen. A new girl pitted against the monster Killer King. Shauna O'Connor was going to get beaten up and violated just as she was in her first match. She felt it was how the AFW GM wanted it, the ratings were always through the roof for these heinous initiations. It didn't matter how much it scarred the girls, they clearly didn't matter at all.

But even though Dark Angel no longer cared about others like her (such as Shauna), as the match quickly turned in King's favor, she couldn't help herself. She saw herself in the girl and hated the feelings that were felt on that day many months ago. Most importantly, she hated Killer King, and ruining his favorite activity would make her day. Angel geared up and got ready to run in when something happened that she didn't expect. Clyde Gastin ran in and beat up the tiger in an effort to save Shauna. At first she felt cheated because it meant she'd just be coat-tailing someone else's effort if she ran in and beat up King now.

Then she felt even more cheated. "Why?" she asked out loud. Why did Clyde save her? No one saved Angel. Ever. She was always left alone to be destroyed and violated and humiliated. Even when she made friends, none of them ever made an effort to save her. And now here was Clyde the cowboy man saving some new Irish girl for no discernible reason. Why didn't he save me? And just like that, Angel's rage shifted from King to Clyde. This new cat girl coming in and messing with Clyde didn't matter. She had to do something.

Angel went running out of the back. By the time she emerged in the arena, King and Bree were already gone. She must have just missed them but she didn't care. In the ring, Shauna had managed to crawl over to Clyde to see how he was doing. "Hey...hey are you okay?" she asked once before she could hear feet stepping behind her. She turned around just in time to see a boot collide with her skull. The Irish girl slumped over unconsciously. Angel then started throwing kicks at Clyde's side one after the other. "Want to be a hero, cowboy? HUH?" she screeched.

Clyde felt humiliated by what Bree was doing with her sensual finisher, molesting him front of the packed crowd while he could do nothing stop her in his current state thanks to a cheap low blow. It felt horrible and it felt good at the same time, but either way Clyde didn't want it and was forced to endure this humiliating act as she stroked his manhood.

Finally though, Bree let out and stomped on Clyde. He grunted and jerked in pain before curling on his side. "Eugh." Clyde let out, nursing his wounded jewels and pride. Watching Bree leave the ring out the corner of his eye to tend to her dumb idol or something. Clyde felt like crap right now but knowing he managed to deck Killer King and save this girl from that asshole was enough. Bree would be dealt with later but for now, it seemed like everything was going to be ok. Clyde knew he'd recover eventually. The worst was over.

But not long after Bree and King disappeared, a familiar figure reemerged, running down the entrance ramp. Clyde was still on the canvas, hurting, not knowing who was coming down towards the ring, he only knew of Shauna, who was now up on all fours and checking on him. Clyde's eyes drifted over towards the red haired girl, staring at her briefly, pleasantly surprised she was no longer in shock.

"Y-Yeah. I'm..." Clyde began to answer before he saw that woman with the Japanese fox mask entering the ring. Clyde's eyes went wide. "Aw hell!" He thought, opening his mouth to warn Shauna, but wasn't quick enough, the Irish Brawler would turn around and suddenly get nailed in the face with a devastating kick by the notorious Dark Angel.

"Shit.!" Clyde let out, watching Shauna get struck and slump over unconsciously. Clyde then looked up at the familiar figure with gritted teeth and a strong glare, his expression anger eventually turning into winces of pain as the masked girl suddenly began throwing a barrage of kicks into Clyde's side, over and over. "Ugh!! Hu-Guh!" Clyde would grunt from each kick he took to his side from Dark Angel, wincing as his side was battered by the girl several times before he tried to lash out with his arms and clutch Angel's leg, hugging it against his side where her boot was dug into in a desperate attempt to halt her kicks, looking up at her with a pained but stern gaze as he did this.

"...Was the right thing ta' do..." He muttered with a raspy voice. Clyde never thought he'd say something like that but it was true. No one else seemed willing to do it.

Dark Angel delivered kick after kick to Clyde's set hellbent on stomping the life out of him. When the cowboy reached up and trapped her leg, she hopped several times on her free leg to maintain her balance. "The right thing?" she asked nearly foaming at the mouth. Of course it's the right thing to do! But Angel didn't understand why Clyde did it now. Why did he save her and no one else? But she figured the answer was unconscious on the mat right behind her. "The right thing for your cock?" she screeched as she grabbed onto Clyde's head both for balance and to tear at his hair.

That had to be it. Shauna and Talia were both new wrestlers who had no friends in the league to help them. They both were overwhelmed and on the way to getting raped by Killer King. The only difference was simply what they looked like. Clyde had to have saved Shauna just because he thought she was cute or something. Why else would he save her and not Talia? But Angel's own logic turned out to be more harmful than resolute. Because that meant she wasn't pretty enough to be saved. And that made her lose it.

With Clyde's hair firmly gripped with each hand, Angel clumsily drove her head as hard as she could into his face. At that moment, she really didn't care about her well being. She just really wanted to hurt this man.

Clyde clung onto D.A. in a simple yet desperate effort to stop her from kicking him, holding on as she hopped around a bit, sort of hoping she'd trip and fall over, but she didn't. The only thing Clyde saw her do was speak with venom in her voice as he told her his reasons for saving Shauna. It sort of sent a chill down Clyde's spine with the way she said 'The Right Thing?', but when he heard her next question screeched out, Clyde's eyes would widen in surprise and confusion towards her bold accusation.

That wasn't his reason... Right?

Clyde barely had time to respond or think as he felt her hands tearing at his hair. "Aaaghhh! Fuck! Let go, man!" Clyde hollered, wincing from the sharp pain in his scalp as Dark Angel pulled on his shaggy hair, his hands eventually leaving her ankle and going for her hands to pry them off, but Clyde got no chance as Angel suddenly drove her head down hard into Clyde's face, meeting the mask covered forehead of his attacker with a stiff impact that rattled Clyde's brain.

"Gkk!" He let out, eyes going wide then crossing as his skull was bashed hard, making him slump down into the mat, his cheek and right eye buried into the canvas.

"...Ughhh..." Everything was dizzy now. Clyde pushed himself up with his arms but quickly fell back to the mat, his body was willing but with his mind in a daze, he could not keep himself up straight, leaving him at the feet of Dark Angel.

Angel's vicious headbutt wasn't an ideal hit as it made her stumble backwards upon impact. At the very least it made Clyde drop to his back which was her intention from the start. As she continued to breath in and out loudly, Angel was practically foaming at the mouth. This was the man who deemed Talia not worth saving. And in her eyes, that was the worst possible insult, even if Clyde didn't even realize what he had done wrong. Angel stepped over him and looked down at the dizzy cowboy.

She wasn't sure what to say. Of course she wasn't going to say anything that she was thinking since it was all gibberish even in her head. So she just stared for a few seconds before pressing her boot hard down on his neck to choke him. "Do the world a favor. Go to sleep and don't wake up." The vicious girl continued to choke Clyde with her foot as she just stared down with those cold, hateful eyes.