Johnny Higurashi & Ninjette V. Killer King & Bree Tassilotte

"3...!"

Not wanting to touch King any longer than she had to, Kozue rolled off him as the audience gave their applause for a good match, not just some asshole getting his deserving ass kicked. Johnny did an amazing job, pulling off what only a handful of guys in the back would ever dream of doing. She'd pinned King, but at the end of the day, this wouldn't have happened without him behind it.

He'd done it. They'd done it. And no matter what King did from then on, this match would always be behind him. He deserved worse. But for now, shame would have to do.

"Fuckin' A!" Kozue popped up and tossed her headband out into the audience, making a small crowd frenzy where it landed. She spun around and started undoing her hair from the binds, just wanting to get the sweaty mess free. "Johnny, hero, that was awesome." She held her hand up for the high-five. "Come on, give it to up, hit me."

Bree couldnt believe it, she witness something that never ever happen to King ever since joining this wrestling league, he was pinned, pinned down for the 1-2-3 for the first time ever, its like the unthinkable happened, she doesnt know how angry King has become but more angrier than ever before, probably enough to rampage everyone on sight if hes at his full strength that is or even half, she didnt want to risk anything so the best way for her is to be safe and retreat the ring. Hopping off the ring apron and slowly slipping away to head back to the locker room or bathroom, wherever is safe for her, though she take a good look at Johnny and if he did see her, she would nodded him as of somewhat thank you-ish before disappearing.

For King, he lay there on the mat, hoping that its just a dream, the dream that he was never counted to the pinfall by a fucking skinny shit ninja chick, but it did come true for her and his nightmare realized, he just couldnt believe himself that he lost the match for his own team, HE lost the match on himself instead of Bree, he have no one to blame other than himself.... **Fuck no.... its the fucking bitch Ninjobber and the punk Johnny!** His mind raising in anger yet he still laying on the mat that slowly his limbs twitching a little, his fingers moving first before his arms n legs, then turning over his side facing the two winners of the match, he was so pissed, he would surely attack em from behind if he could, still winded from that high impact move done by Ninjobber. "Fuck.... ngh..... ugh......"

Johnny Threw his hands in the air when the three count hit. He felt the joy of sweet victory wash over him and he didn't know what to even think about it. He was overjoyed, relieved, tired, and high all at once. His mind swam with the match. It was hard fought and he wasn't really sure how HE wasn't the one laying on the mat but he was. He couldn't stop smiling as the crowd cheered for them. he wasn't even sure if he could stand on his feet as Kozue approached him.

He smiled widely at her as she held out her hand. He grinned, gripped it and pulled her into a tight hug, squeezing her with all the strength he had left as he slapped her back. "We did it, dude. We fuckin did it!" He said and released her.

As he let her go, he caught Bree's eye as she slunk off. "Oi!" He said, flashing a wave at her. "See ya 'round, dude!" Johnny inhaled the stale arena air. It felt like he was out in a forest and as he stepped past Kozue, he saw King laying there. He was about to do something stupid but he felt like he had to.

Johnny stepped towards King until he was standing over him He smiled down at the fallen masked man and then held out his hand.

"Dude. That was a hell of a match. You fucked me up pretty good with that clutch. If you'd have gotten hold of me again, I would have been fucked. Everything they say about you is true but... let's be cool man. It was a good fight."

King groans as he have bit of energy to gain some of his strenght, weaken still the beast opened his eyes looking up and the first person he sees is the motherfucker Johnny, looking down at him making the mad beast sick to his stomach. **ugh fuck**

Hearing Johnny words as if hes being a good sportsmanship, King slowly turning himself over and getting on his good knee in front of Johnny, slowly reaching for his hand but stop halfway. "Oh lets be cool alright....." his open hand turned into clenching fist as King quickly swing his foreaem up to slam right up to Johnny crotch, clearly King isnt gonna be a good sport at all!

Johnny sighed in relief when he heard King's words, believing that after finally getting a good beating, the man beast understood what sportsmanship was like. Unfortunately for Johnny, he was far too trusting. King launched an arm between his legs and Johnny instantly dropped tot he ground. He crumbled into a heap and both his hands dove between his legs. He'd been hit there plenty of times but mostly by angry chicks who didn't like the fact that he wasn't doing everything in his power to do them.

Not by three hundred pound gorillas who had just been humiliated and were raging even harder than ever. Johnny couldn't even speak. His face was paralyzed in pain.

Kozue winced as Johnny pulled her in for the hug, and it wasn't just because her chest still fell flatter than usual from King's kick. He meant well, but the guy was like a giant magnet for awkward moments. She patted him back and smiled, but inside she made a little mental note to give him a wee chat over the inherent perils of hugging sweaty, scantily clad women in front of your wife.

As he moved away, the ref came over and motioned for Kozue to turn her way, looking at her face. She retched when she caught full site of it, too. Not a good sign. "Jesus, it's that bad?" She rubbed the spot where King punched her, hissing at the sting. Still tender.

"It is that bad." The ref nodded. "You look like someone hit you with a sledgehammer."

"I feel like someone hit me with a sledgehammer, so yeah, that follows." She groaned, strongly desiring an ice pack, all of the sudden."I'll stop by medical on the way out, see what they got for me. Johnny, you think-"

She turned back to him just in time to see her partner take a low blow - for whatever reason, he'd been crazy enough to get back in King's swinging range, and his testicles were paying the price. Her body was still sluggish from the match, but she wasn't about to sit back and see him get wailed on - even if it meant sharing in the mauling.

She ran towards King as fast as her legs would take her and jumped towards him, trying to come at him with a flying knee to his face before he could rise all the way up. She didn't have much strength left to put into it, but if it could just stun him for a second, maybe she and Johnny could make a break for it. Maybe...

King slightly chuckles when his massive arm came right up between the legs of Johnny who deserved it since he did make a fool out of not only from this match but also the match Bree vs Johnny in those backstage a week or so ago, so now he felt bit even with him.

"Heh take ugh that....." King felt good about it, slowly the mad beast rose to his feet but feeling wobbly, and then he sees the coming right at him though King have other idea. King gonna make it quick for as he would outreach his right hand aiming to catch her throat and his free hand to grab onto her outfit, quickly lift her up to pull her down with him as he spread his legs sit-out slamming her into his finisher (forgot the name on phone XP), which allows King to take a breather since his knee still fucked up.

Kozue probably wouldn't have hurt King all that much if she did hit, but it turned out to be a moot point - she'd barely jumped before his hand shot out and grabbed her by the throat, squeezing the life out of her. She gasped and battered away at his arm as he rose, but she couldn't have made him let go if she had all day to try. And she didn't have all day. She really didn't.

Kozue let out a wheezing scream as he slammed her down hard on her back with his weight behind the move, leaving her spread-eagled and slack-jawed in the center of the ring. Her body locked down, her bones ached, and her consciousness mercifully flew away, knocking her out clean. A good thing, too - whatever was about to happen, she didn't want to be awake for it.

King was able to execute his finisher on Ninjobber and could easily pin her for the win, but theres no point to it as the match is over, still though it felt good to put that bitch down for a moment giving him a chance to recover a little bit while sitting there panting and groaning, his fucking knee hurts, that damn Johnny did most of the damages so King will surely repay him in full hard hitting power move that will surely put Johnny to the hospital. "Grrrr..... piece of.... shit!"

The beast grunted while barely able to stand himself up, mostly focusing on his good leg to keep himself standing at least, but what King wanted to do is to really destroy Johnny for good, since he got a good hit to his tiny balls, King can easily pick him up and finish him off. "Grr.... grrr......" The mad beast panting while reaching down the head of Johnny and slowly pulling him up so he can slip it down between King's thighs, taking a moment to breath while slowly trying to pull his arms behind his back, prepare to do worst. "Ever...... get hit.... by the.... Pedigree?!"

Taylor seemed to effortlessly glide over the next row of seats, the barricade, and the ring apron. She jumped all the way up to the top rope and planted both feet, lined up her target, and leapt off, soaring above the ring in a high arc. She swung her right leg around in a broad, sweeping, aerial roundhouse kick, aiming the steel toe of her boot at the middle of King's face with all the force of a shotgun blast.

Johnny and Ninjette were done, but Taylor was fresh and fueled by a massive dose of adrenaline. She was moving at full speed, which after feeling how hard she could hit, was horrifying.