Clyde Gastin vs Shauna O'Connor

As Dragon disappeared backstage, Hawk and Lioness delivered kick after kick to the down Clyde. It seemed like a planned brawl. The two masked girls knew exactly what they were suppose to do the entire time. As they delivered kick after kick, though, the fourth person in the ring started to budge. Shauna groggily opened her eyes and rubbed her pained chin with both hands. She felt sore all over and didn't want to move. All the sounds of fighting nearby motivated her to drag herself to her knee. She saw the two masked people beating up Clyde and wasn't sure what was going on.

When Lioness noticed the moving Celt, she reached down to drag Clyde up to his feet. Hawk did the same so the two were roughly holding him up on his knees. Shauna climbed to her feet to do something. She wasn't sure what. And when the two masked people held the man up in front her, she was confused. "Kick him," Lioness stated to her flatly. The Celt gave her a look that screamed wtf. "He took advantage and then dumped you. Kick him." Once more Shauna looked at the three as a group, confusion across her face. She wasn't sure who was really on who's side, and shook her head.

"KICK HIM!" Hawk shouted at Shauna. This time, she did. The Celt got a two step buildup and then threw her foot out in front of her, aimed directly at...Clyde.

Clyde was laid out, barely conscious after taking that missile dropkick head-on. Everything was slow and hazy for him, lights so bright, they swirrled like taunting dancers telling him to stand. He wanted to do just that, one leg after the other, but he couldn't, he just couldn't. His head throbbed horribly and his mouth tasted salty as his lip was cut.

Getting roughly yanked by the hair, Clyde panted, clawing feebly at her leg before being forced to his knees. "...Uh..." The dropkick left him loopy and battered and dazed and hurting and just plain out of it. From the bangs of his hair, his eyes trailed to Shauna after he heard Lioness' orders, the words that followed that were like poison. But maybe it was the truth to.

"S-Sha..." Muttered the cowboy through shaky breaths, the last thing he was able to see was Shuana's green boot suddenly rushing at him. With a horrid smack it echoed through the arena. A soundless cry emitting from Clyde as Shauna blasted his jaw, his head wobbled side to side on his shoulders, turning instantly as spittle flew from his mouth, leaving it to hang open as his torso turned with a violent whip, his brown eyes crossing, going rag doll on his knees before slowly falling over, flat on his back, sprawled out and barely moving at all, but faint breathing indicating he was quite alive.

Just completely kicked into oblivion.

The kick rattled even Shauna's nerves. That skull-crunching crack of her boot against Clyde's heat echoed through the arena as he fell to the mat. The redhead looked at him in disbelief at what she'd done. But part of her was confused. She didn't feel guilty. Not in the least bit. It actually felt kind of good. He did use me. But she still thought he may not had deserved that. She started to turn around and leave the ring. The two others may had convinced her to do it but she didn't trust them. Not nearly.

Yet, even after that, the two masked women grabbed hold of Clyde. They weren't done with him. Lioness pulled him up by the hair while Hawk yanked on his arm until he was on his knees, conscious or not. "Finish him," Lioness called out to Shauna. She turned around with a raised eyebrow. He was already done. "Make him remember this day. Make him regret this day. Make him feel remorse over his guilt." Shauna shook her head. He had had enough, he was barely even conscious. "You know he took a memento of you."

"What?" Shauna replied with raised shoulders. What on earth was she talking about?

"A picture. Of you and him at the gym. Of you blowing him." Shauna's eyes grew. Not another fucking picture. She had to be lying.

"You're bullshitting me." Even Hawk seemed a little surprised by her teammates statement.

"Orange bra, green skirt, late night at the gym. He was wearing a suit, you two were wrestling. I saw it on the internet."

Shauna clenched her fist. Once again, her reputation was being tarnished. No, ruined by people she just wanted to do. Since when did guys do that? Maybe always. Maybe all guys were really like that. None ever really cared for her. They just liked using her. Leading her on. Well no more. Now she was going to stand up to them. There was one move she remembered that hit like a truck. It hurt more than anything else in her career had. And she was about to make Clyde feel it too. The redhead walked up to Clyde and gripped his hair fiercely with one hand. "I'm through with your bullshit." She pulled his head between her thighs, wrapped her arms around his waist and hauled him up and over her shoulders, holding him up high by the elbows. Then she turned, took a step forward, and hurled him off and down so his shoulders crashed against the mat first. It was a Crucifix powerbomb.

But she was going to call it the Celtic Cross.

Clyde was done. Shauna had laid him out with a well placed brew kick, leaving him utterly useless and defenseless on the mat, staring up at the arena lights above through half-lidded eyes, sprawled out on the mat as he heard faint voices echoing around him, three of them? Or just two? One of was Shauna's, he knew that, even through his battered state.

But he was far too out of it to understand what they were even talking about or what was going on. His head hurt, that's all he knew. And before he knew it, the blonde haired woman with the lion mask was suddenly hauling him up. "O-Oohh..." With a weary groan, Clyde was forced onto his knees thanks to Lioness and Hawk holding him up, too dazed to stand on his own.

"S-Shuana..." Clyde pleaded as Lioness told her to finish him. Hearing what she was telling the Celt made Clyde feel guilty instantly but there was no getting through to the red head who would grab him violently by the hair

"S-Shaa~.." He groaned weakly once again as he was forced to look Shauna in the eye, being told that she was DONE with his bullshit, causing his half lidded eyes to winded slightly before he was shoved between her thighs and suddenly lifting high into the air. "H-Huuugh..." Clyde felt like a ragdroll, his head limply flopping between his shoulders as his body was lifted high above Shauna's head, he squirmed in her grasp, desperately, but she held him good and trapped. "N-No..." He said through a weak groan before getting hurled forward, landing on his upper back and shoulders with a thunderous crash. The impact was so strong that Clyde's momentum carried his lower body over her,leading to flop onto his stomach limply like fish out of water, his cheek buried in the mat, twitching slightly as his eyes were rolled up to the top of his head, his arms and legs resting limply at his sides. Clyde was out. Cold.