Shauna O'Connor vs Killer King

The headbutt dazed Clyde heavily, to the point where as he remained slumped on the canvas, he could not get back up at all. He groaned wearily with hazy vision that would clear up by the time he saw Angel standing over him, able to sense the glowing hatred in her presence, even with a mask hiding her expressions.

Then he felt her boot upon his throat. "A-Ackk!! Gckk!" Clyde gagged, eyes wide and clutching Dark Angel's ankle, nails digging into her boot as he felt his throat compressed, unable to breathe, fighting desperately to remove D.A.'s boot but to no avail.

Clyde panicked as he was choked, his boots flailing as he writhed underneath the masked girl he seemed to hate him because he... Was trying to get on Shauna's good side for a chance to bang her? Clyde doubted himself for only a moment, but he knew that wasn't true. He was here because someone had to step up and do what was right, even if he was far from any saint.

Was that why Angel was doing this? It seemed like it and Clyde wanted to call her a 'Dang Fool' but couldn't speak. So he lifted up an arm while looking up at D.A. and then flipped her the bird with one hand, coughing with red watery eyes as he did this, gagging, about to pass out. But he let Angel know how he felt.

Dark Angel watched with pleasure as Clyde gagged for air. He struggled and struggled but couldn't escape her vicious choke hold. She smiled underneath the mask sadistically. He deserved this in her eyes. Clyde was saving Shauna because she was cute. That basic instinct needed to be crushed out of him. There were other qualities that needed to be valued other than beauty so Angel was the real hero here. As the struggle began to weaken, the girl laughed sinisterly. It was the second time she would have choked him out and it made him feel powerful.

Then he flipped her off. Angel grit her teeth. It wouldn't be enough to just choke him out. Just before he seemed to pass out, Angel released him. After an additional kick to the face, she just stared down at him. Clearly beating up him had no effect on his attitude. She needed to do something else. And she knew just how to do it.

Angel walked over to the downed redhead and positioned her next to Clyde. She stepped onto the still unconscious girl's hair and grabbed her wrists. Forcefully, Angel pulled up on Shauna to force her body upward while her hair was still pinned to the mat. After a few seconds, the pain forced Shauna awake and she began screaming in agony. Angel looked over and the downed Clyde and said, "Save her now, cowboy," in a mocking tone.

Clyde felt generally afraid as D.A. strangled him with her foot, choking on the pressure she gave his throat that cutoff his air, unable to say a thing to his attacker as he remained on the canvas, clawing at her boot while his legs kicked weakly.

In defiance however, Clyde proceeded to flip off Dark Angel to let her know exactly how he felt about her, her accusations and what she was doing to him, gagging all the while before slowly going more limp. His eyes beginning to glaze upwards until Angel released him and Clyde frantically gasped for air, coughing out violently as he went to clutch his throat but that was stopped when Angel delivered a sudden kick to the face that rattled Clyde, keeping him flat on the mat as his chest heaved up and down for air, he could barely breathe and his vision was blurry.

By the time Clyde began to regain his senses, he would see Dark Angel dragging Shauna over next to him. "Aww hell..." This girl wasn't done. When would it end? But there was no way she'd assault Shauna would she? "H-Hey..." He rasped just before seeing Angel yank up on Shauna's wrists while standing on her hair, proving Clyde wrong as she did indeed begin to assault and torture the redhead before his eyes. "Don't!" He yelled, but Angel went ahead.

Clyde winced in sympathy for Shauna and cringed as he heard her screams of agony in front of him as Angel looked at him and began mocking the Cowboy to save her. Clyde glared back at the masked woman with a fiery scowl. Shauna's screams tore into Clyde's emotions. He couldn't take it "Enough!!" He barked, staggering up to his wobbly feet and lunging against Angel, trying to force her away from Shauna and push her against the ropes.

If that worked, Clyde, with all he had left, brought his arm and tried to throw a harsh Clothesline right under Angel's head, attempting to knock the girl over the ropes with his desperate strike.

Angel pulled up hard on Shauna's wrists eliciting a scream from the beaten woman. The redhead kicked on the mat in desperation to get free but her body had already been hurt to the extreme leaving her weak and unable to really resist. Even though Angel was torturing her just to get to Clyde, for that moment, she was enjoying it. The way the cute girl squirmed and resisted despite being unable to actually break free. And the pain she was in. She smiled. Finally, Angel understood why people did bad things.

Her plan worked far better than she expected. So much so that she wasn't even ready for it. Clyde stumbled to his feet in a rage and knocked her loose from the hold. "Ack!" She groaned as she fell over. She quickly got back to her feet with help from the ropes. Before she could counterattack, however, Clyde had sprinte toward her and clotheslined her over the ropes! Angel flipped over the top rope and dropped to the floor below. Thankfully she landed on her feet but fell onto her butt in a stumble. "What the fuck..." She muttered as she got to her feet. Angel was suddenly reluctant about getting back into the ring. She'd never seen Clyde that mad before.

Tactically, Angel retreated up the ramp backwards making sure to watch the ring carefully so as to not get ambushed by Clyde. Besides, she had already gotten her message across. She didn't need to get back into the fight just yet. Once more, Angel had discovered something about herself she didn't fully understand before. The two in the ring had already felt pain, so her objective had been completed. With another sadistic smile, Angel disappeared into the back.

Back in the ring, Shauna rolled to her frontside. Her scalp was burning, her jaw felt nearly broken, her abdomen was bruised, and her pride was damaged. She was crying from all the pain and didn't want to be looking up where the audience could see the tears. What had she done to deserve that kind of beating?

With anger and desperation, Clyde put all he had left into this single clothesline directed at Angel's throat, almost wanting to let out a roar but with his throat raspy, it was quiet and unheard. Still, he struck the brutal masked woman and send her flipping over the top ropes and down onto the floor.

"...Guh..." Clyde let out, immediately collapsing against the ropes after striking Angel and gasping for air. "Get... Out..." He groaned with a raspy voice, she probably couldn't hear him but he said it anyway, he felt compelled to as he watched Dark Angel leave, making sure she would not return, glaring at her the whole time, making a little promise to himself to seek her out and get even with that mystery woman who had assaulted him twice now... Along with someone else completely innocent.

Thinking of such innocence, Clyde's eyes widen slightly before he turned to check on Shauna. Seeing the state she was in, Clyde looked at her with a sorrowful gaze, seeing her face buried in the canvas, hearing her crying. He was hurt too, but it wounded him to see Shauna like that and part of Clyde wondered why because he didn't know her at all. But he did feel concern and worry for her. As far as Clyde knew, Shauna didn't deserve to endure torture from King, Dark Angel, or anyone.

The bad guys seemed to be gone for now but Shauna was hurt, more ways than one and Clyde wasn't known for comfort. "Aww hell..." He muttered, looking at Shauna, wondering what he could do or say, part of him wanting to leave because his job was done and he didn't know what help he could provide, but at the same time he felt compelled to help Shauna some way.

Clyde limped over to Shauna and knelt down in front of her, placing his hands upon her shoulders. "H-Hey... It's a'ight now. They all gone now." The bad guys were gone but they won. "...Let's get out of here." Better anywhere but here.

Shauna initially flinched when Clyde placed his hands on her shoulders. Even if he had saved her, there was that very real fear that it could've been someone else wanting to hurt her. When she recognized his voice, though, she cautiously looked up at him. Her watery eyes showed a face of pain and agony. But Clyde didn't look bad. He wasn't that massive, mask-wearing sadist or that...smaller...mask-wearing sadist. She felt relieved and tried to force a smile. The redhead accepted his help and managed to get to her feet. No longer did she feel afraid that someone was going to hurt her. Not that she'd ever admit being afraid or hurt in anyway, of course.

At first she wasn't sure what to say to Clyde but eventually managed to simply whisper, "Thank you." Putting her arm around his shoulder she limped out of the ring and up the ramp. As much as she wanted to walk on her own, all the hits to her head had taken its toll. She barely had enough balance and coordination to step with Clyde. But at least that was the worst of things for now.

Clyde felt weird. He never considered himself good at comforting people, the person who needed comfort was his Ex and he remembered well how that turned out. He obviously wasn't a big help to her. But he knew why he was here, even if consoling someone wasn't his strong point, he knew he could not leave her behind and would not.

Clyde looked down at Shauna as she stared at him with her big green teary eyes and gave her sympathetic stare, all while being honestly taken by surprise on how unexpectedly cute this girl was (discounting the even cuter accent), even with the bruises on her face earned from a barrage of punches. He later gave her a warm smile when she took his hand and stood up with him and muttered something... A Thank You. Clyde's smile widened a bit more. "You're very welcome, Ma'am." He told her pleasantly as a strange feeling came over him. That even after getting his ass kicked, it felt amazing to do the right thing without a reward motivating him. Her thanks felt great.

He turned himself and tried his best to stand perfect for her as she got her arm on his shoulder before the two began making their way out together. Clyde was hurt, both on the throat and his pride, even if he did stop King, he failed to stop that Dark Angel chick. What was up with her? Did she have something against him? Clyde didn't know but he knew he would see the masked woman again soon. But until then, he was going to make sure Shauna would be okay.

"Masked guys suck." He'd add blutly, hoping to lighten the mood as the two went backstage.