Johnny Higurashi & Ninjette V. Killer King & Bree Tassilotte

Bree is still worn out in the corner not knowing whats going on as shes too tired to think or even open her eyes, feeling like she wants to relax and hopefully her team wins this one, I mean, King is pretty much the big powerhouse out of them all, he could win this right?

King was easily knock down Johnny with a shoulder looking down at Johnny and chuckles a little, he is nothing but a punk to King, as weak as any opponents he have faced, makes no difference and thankfully his knee is bit better but still sensitive from the outside, like a thin wall that can easily break, he'll have to be careful but then King is never careful with anything.

"What? Wheres your big shit talk now?!" King is thinking about putting Johnny into his one big power move, maybe its enough to lay waste on him. "Get up!" He lean over and reaching out his right hand at his throat, trying to get a good grip of it and power him up to his feet, showing him he is a much, MUCH bigger man in the ring right now.

Johnny's eyes were wide open as King laid on top of him and roared in his face. He swore his chest was caved in and when King screamed at him, he had no words, only gasps of air.

When King got off of him and stood tall, Johnny exhaled deeply and inhaled sharply, just to make sure nothing was broken. Still, he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon and was slowly starting to regret his bravado even as his wife's words echoed in his ear.

He was a fuckin dumbass.

Too bad despite his desire to rest and his body FORCING him to do it, Johnny wasn't going to be down for long. The big hand clamped down around his throat and hauled him up. Johnny's eyes bulged and he coughed and sputtered. His Both his hands gripped King's wrist and he dug his fingers into the trunk like flesh. He wasn't sure if he had the strength to pry King's hand off his throat. He wasn't sure if he had the TIME even if he had the strength. But he did have SOMETHING.

Johnny planted one foot and lifted the other and tried to drive his heel as hard as he could into King's leg, right at the knee. He HAD to keep fucking it up but even if King released him, he wasn't sure how much he could realistically do before the beat caught up with him.

King got where Johnny want it, holding onto his throat and ready to give him one hell of a slam, maybe it would be enough to take him out for good, not thinking about that ninja chick to get involve but it wont matter once he execute his power move on him. "Ready to lose?!" He evily asked him before about to grab onto his shorts so he can lift him up for one big Chokeslam, except that King would be sit-out on the mat and going to slam Johnny between his legs for the quick easy pin, its King's finisher that is. BUT.....

"Gahhh!" His knee is on the spotlight again as Johnny plant his foot down right on it, hurting the beast forcing him to drop down on his one knee, his grip on his throat loosen up but still around it that is. "Grrrrr...." Oh if only this match doesnt have 'DQ' he would so punch Johnny in the nuts just to fuck him up easily, but King have other ideas at the time being, since still in front of Johnny the beast attempts to use his free hand aiming to straight punch him right to the stomach, that would show him. "Punk!"

[size=85:181mbtfp]"Johnny!"

Taylor tried to scream, but only a stifled croak came out. Her voice was shot, but the tears were back, and she pressed her hands over her face. She just couldn't watch her Johnny be murdered by the giant.

Her hands were trembling when she pulled them away, but she reached into her pocket and pulled out a long, thin chain with a ring on the end that she slipped over her thumb. With her eyes resolutely fixed on the ring, she began wrapping the chain around her knuckles.

Johnny sucked in as sharp a breath as he could when the grip loosened on his throat. He pushed with his strength hoping that he could force the hand completely off him. That was until King's punch rocketed into his stomach.

"Guwaaalgh!"

Something between a gag and a scream escaped Johnny's mouth and he leaned against King's palm, using it to prop his body up as his arms fell limply to his sides. "Shit..."

Johnny was pretty sure if King let go he'd fall like timbre to the ground but for the moment he wasn't falling. He lifted up his boot and tried to stomp King's knee again as hard as he could.

King is brutally strong that he didnt completely fall to the mat on his face, still though he got tiny bit even with Johnny with a hard punch to his stomach, after that the King of beast slowly pushing his feet up to stand up as he can, knowing his knee is slowly going back getting hurt again.... and again, Johnny stomp down on it hard. "RAHH!"

This time, King release the hold of his opponent throat and dropping down on all fours, felt like hes bowing down to him, fuck that! King growls at Johnny and trying to look up in front of him, if hes still there, King fist will try to sway his jaw upward for the uppercut.

The only thing that was holding Johnny up was King so when King dropped, Johnny did too. He was bent over next to King, one arm holding his stomach as he tried to fight off the pain and regain his strength. He watched King through his peripheral vision and when king looked up, Johnny met his stoic, masked gaze. It was even more unsettling this close up.

Johnny just panted as he stared at King. He couldn't be too gassed if he wanted to finish King off. His only consolation was that he still had working legs. However, when King swung his wild punch, Johnny just let himself go. He dropped onto his stomach as the fist whizzed over his head and grimaced.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." Johnny rolled away from King, hoping he'd be slow to follow and used the ropes to try and prop himself up. He gave a look outside of the ring to see if Kozue was still out and then focused back at King. He had to think of a plan to end it and end it soon! king had only gotten a single hand on Johnny and almost wrecked his life.

King not liking how this is going, he was so close to finish off this punk for good but no, his knee have to be really weak still and forcing him to get down on all fours, plus releasing the throat of Johnny that allow him to be free, he have to take him down somehow and put the end of him and that partner of his Ninjobber.

When King tries to uppercut Johnny to the jaw, he actually missed and he rolled himself away from him, grunted and felt really frustrated he went all tantrum by slamming his fists down hard enough that everyone can hear, he roared out loud as well just really angry. "FUUUUUUUUCK!"

Slowly King tries to stand himself up even though his knee is weaken, the beast looking at Johnny from the distance and gesture him to 'come at me'. "Grrrr.... you said I need to be a man?.... then Im here, waiting... so come at me! I'll show you! See if you can beat me without having my knee fucked up!" Trying to taunt his opponent, he is ready to destroy Johnny one way or another.

Johnny pushed off the apron and took a step forward. his mouth still hung open and sweat drenched every part of his body. He ran his fingers through his silvery hair and looked at King as he challenged him.

"Man, fuck you, motherfucker." Johnny said and held out his hand and flipped King off. He grinned through a pant and took another step forward." Johnny then bent his knees and came at King like he was going to lock up with him but at the last minute, pulled his hands down and tried to duck past King, hoping he didn't get caught or have his block knocked off. Maybe he riled him up enough to just go for a swing.

Bree slowly regain her senses and slowly pulling herself up by the ropes, finally looking in the ring where King is taunting Johnny from the distance, seems like they're both legal man, her head is still covered in cobwebs to get her to focus on whats going on, though what she can tell now is when Johnny comes rushing at King and duck n avoided getting grabbed by him, he wasnt too happy about it.

"GRR! You little shit!" He doesnt care too much from getting flipped off by him but does care for missing his target, making little mistakes. But King not going to turn around to take a look if his opponent is there, no the mad beast will take a guess and swing his right arm in an sideways arch for a long chop, measuring guess where Johnny head is, maybe smack him across the face with a huge chop.