Tables Match: Johnny Higurashi Vs. Fang Xingyu

Match Type: Tables
Winning condition: First wrestler to put their opponent through a table will be declared the winner.
Special conditions: NHB, No count outs. No disqualifications.

Johnny bounced on his heels backstage. He was raring for a fight and especially wanted a piece of Fang. He barely slept last night and was wholly focused on the task at hand. So when he new music began to play, Johnny exploded from the backstage area and ran hard down the ram, slapping the outstretched hands from the uproarious crowd.

He was dressed in a pair of baggy black shorts with his yellow custom t-shirt on. He peeled it off and the girlish screams erupted once more. Johnny tossed his shirt into the crowd and began tugging on the ring ropes and stretching. All around the outside of the ring were folded up tables, just begging to have Fang put through them. He really was surprised this was what she went with. In his mind, Fang was already banned from the arena when he faced King.

Another round with Johnny sounds like a good plan for Fang, she knows she can beat him as like it happened the last time they face but this time, as an bodyguard and hitman is to take him out for good and put him in the gutter so King can continue to rules the wrestling ring without anyone trying to stop him and his crew. Fang wont be Johnny's stepping stone but a troublesome that will make him slip and knock out as he fallen by her, determine to beat his ass once more.

Fang was in backstage getting ready to crush Johnny one more time or so, depending how many times she needs to beat him, heading out from the back and out to the ring where she'll be ready for him. Now in the ring, Fang is wearing her usual attire of all black and red, hot jeans shorts and short sleeves jacket vest, gloves and boots, smirking to finally see Johnny coming down to the ring ready to face her, course the match all involves using their opponent as cushion to go through the table, any tables set around the ring, and getting the victory over the match.

"Mmmm already looking for beatdown I see..... well I'll be glad to humiliate you once again, and for sure, remove you from this troublesome annoyance with Killer King." Standing at the center of the ring, staring at Johnny with her arms crossed under her ample breasts.

Johnny cracked his knuckles as spoke. He stared her down the whole time she walked to the ring and was ready to beat her face in. He couldn't wait for the bell and didn't say a single word as she taunted him with her sultry voice.

He just crouched and waited. When the bell rang, he shot off after Fang and pulled back his fist, aiming a wild and reckless over hand hook right at Fang's jaw.

Johnny cursed himself. once again, he had gotten too hot headed and let Fang get the better of him. By the time he was turned around, her forearm was already crashing into him and he was knocked flat onto his back, already down in the opening seconds of the match.

"Ghhhnnn... shit!" he cursed. One hand rubbed his chest while the other pounded the mat.

Fang smirk that she knocked down the hot headed man who doesnt really show too much but now he does, really hating King and everyone else in the crew, especially Fang that beaten him couple times.

"Oops"  Considered the match is NHB, obvious with the tables around to put each other through, she tires to reach for his ankles to lift it up, then placing her foot on his balls and grinding it down.

Johnny growled when Fang reached for his ankles. He tried to pull them away, but the white haired cat girl was quick enough and soon, she had her foot right on his jewel. Johnny's eyes widened as he saw her foot descend. He was actually surprised she didn't go for a stomp, but waiting for the slow grind was almost excruciating in and of itself.

"Fuuuuuuck!"

Johnny howled when Fang began her cruel torture. it was the place every crazy bitch went for. Johnny was kind of sick of it, but right now, there wasn't much he could do except writhe in pain.

"Guuuaaahhhh!"

Johnny's eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head when Fang dropped a knee into his crotch. The searing pain was nearly too much for him to bear and he writhed, just trying to find some way to get out from underneath Fang.

Fang letting go of his legs to let him clutch him and curl into a ball if he wishes to, giving herself a chance to pounce him some more, beating the daylight out of Johnny before its time to put him through the table, just to humiliating a little more until the deal is done.

She smirk after dropping her knee to his crotch, now she tries to roll him facing down until she could sit on his lower back, pulls his arms over her thighs and reaching under his chin to pull back, stretching him out.