Clyde Gastin vs Shauna O'Connor

Staggering after the clothesline that put Shauna right back down to the mat, Clyde let out a deep exhale against his corner before stepping out of it, he looked down at Shauna and a few brief thoughts and memories flashed through his head on what he got himself into and what the truth was.

"You should leave this whole dang company before you get hurt, Shauna." He muttered to her before reaching over to pick her up by the hair and stand her up before cupping the sides of her chin with his hands so she looked him in the eye, face to face, opening his mouth to try and say what was on his mind about her and Mercy, but he froze and changed his mind.

"...I...I never liked you." He muttered to her before turning his back, reaching up to wrap his arms around her head before suddenly dropping onto his rear, dragging Shauna down, trying to slam her chin down upon his shoulder for his Lone Star Stunner finisher.

Feeling Shauna's chin bounce off his shoulder, Clyde closed his eyes and tunred around before crawling over Shauna, hooking her leg whilst turning to put his back against her body, looking at her with a troubled expression that he tried to make himself dismiss. He wasn't here to make friends. He was here to win and get paid. He didn't want the baggage of drunken one-time thing to linger on him.

And yet he felt bad.

"Sorry." He muttered with a blank expression as the Ref gave the count.

"ONE... TWO..."

Clyde felt like an asshole. Was this really the route to go? Maybe he shouldn't have lost his temper... Again... For the billionth time. It was probably why he lost everyone in the first place.

But Shauna was different, he manhandled her practically and with people like King and Allison tearing her apart, not to mention the drama that followed her, maybe it was for the best that Clyde be mean to her so she could just leave to another place where she wouldn't have to deal with that any longer.

Clyde's music was playing the bell rang, he thought he was going home but he wasn't. He looked up and had 3 figures surrounding him and Shauna, two women and a big man. He felt like a shrimp on the school yard again. His stomach churned, he hated gang-ups. He might have even feared them. Memories of Gatt's crew made him reluctant to jump in on multiple foes. No longer gung-ho. But he couldn't run.

He heard of these three, giving some hell to the Higurashi family and now he was mixed up in this crap. What a wonderful life and wonderful career in this wonderful company.

He looked up at Dragon, the man and swallowed hard, he was nervous.

"Nah. I've seen worse." He said clearly, before checking out the other two ladies then back to Dragon. "Cool mask by the way. Must think y'all real tough jumpin people with them things coverin' yer' face." said Clyde, clearly sarcastic as he smirked in front of the trio, his hands on the mat over Shauna's body, regardless of their current relationship, he could at least keep her from getting stomped while she was defenelsss.

But that would imply they were here for Shauna too... Clyde wasn't so certain about that. Maybe they were here for him, just her, or both. Time would tell.

Clyde tensed as Hawk and Lioness shifted, it made him nervous, casuing him to look to the duo cautiously before hearing Dragon laugh and step closer, knealing down and telling Clyde something that made his eyes widen, a little birdie told this man that he and Shauna had done something? He poured salt on the wound too. Clyde felt like an asshole for wrecking Shauna

And he reached out to grab her... But Clyde couldn't let go her, so when Dragon reached out for Shauna's foot, Clyde grabbed his wrist. "No." He said sternly.

"I might not be the good guy, pal. But I know I'm gooder than you. She ain't goin' nowhere." said Clyde as he glared back at Dragon.

Clyde scowled at Dragon's words. If it was one thing Clyde hated, it was people who talked like they knew everything. "Sure." Dragon was more or less correct, but Clyde would never give him the satisfaction of knowing he was correct. But what got to Clyde was Dragon stating that he wasnt any better than the masked man. Clyde told himslf immeidately it wasn't true, he had his problems but he didn't jump people like Gatt, who was pure scum.

Suddenly though, Dragon was leaving and Clyde gave him an odd look as the man turned away, seemingly leaving, making Clyde think it was over until Lioness plowed her knee into the back of his skull. "UUGH!" The hit rocked Clyde hard, making him flop over onto Shauna in a dazed heap as everything went blurry.

"....Uuuh..." Clyde groaned wearily in a daze as Lioness lifted him up by his hair, feeling weightless in her grasp as he got whipped to the corner, his feet stumbling where Hawk would soon meet him. Clyde saw the corner and Hawk coming towards him, nothign he could do as he saw the woman's black boots flying at him until they slammed into his face.

"-NKK!!" Sweat and spit flew as Hawk bashed Clyde into oblivion with a horrid smack that sent him flopping onto his back, rolling on his shoulders before flipping onto his stomach limply, giving breif twtich as he flopped in front of Shauna with a glazed look in his eyes, panting hard after meeting her missile dropkick at full speed.