The Higurashis vs Gold Lioness and Jade Hawk

The referee raised Hawk's hand in victory and in the adrenaline of the moment she ripped her hand free and gave the referee a look. Lioness reentered the ring and looked at Mamouru's unconscious body and stared for a few moments, tons of thoughts running through her head. "Hey...let's go." Hawk grabbed her teammate's arm and pulled her towards the edge of the ring. Reluctantly, Lioness followed and the two made their way out of the ring to a light shower of boos. They were more upset about the match's outcome than the technique's used to win it. As the two walked up the ramp, the taller of the two kept turning around. Even if her teammates wouldn't allow it, there were some muses in her head.

Backstage, though, the fight was far from over. Dragon jumped back to avoid Johnny's punch and quickly swung the pipe left and right at his midsection. They weren't powerful swings, but hard enough to cause pain. "What's the matter Little John. Don't you want to fight me? Don't you want to fight for your wife's honor?" He backpedaled slightly with his arms out wide taunting Johnny to come at him further. "Or is the pain too much?"

Johnny whiffed and Alex cracked him in the torso with the pipe. He dropped to his knees and snarled as he watched Alex's legs. He knew he was fighting stupid. If he was trying to think about winning, he'd catch Alex off guard and be able to pound him. A few moments of keeping cool and he could get the revenge he wanted. He could defend his wife's honor if he contained his emotions.

But that was impossible and once again, Johnny threw himself forward and threw out his hands. At least this time, he was trying to shove Alex, rather then throw a fist. Maybe he could control his rage enough to at least not throw useless punches.

Mamouru rolled onto his stomach and pushed his butt into the air. He watched as Hawk and Lioness began to walk off. Even though his vision was blurry, he could see Lioness throwing her head back every so often. But why? He couldn't understand it but maybe it was the throbbing in his head.

Who the hell even knew where Johnny was? At that moment he couldn't have felt more alone in the world. He crawled out of the ring and forced himself to a standing position and slowly walked out of the ring, his hand pressed against his bloody forehead and made his way into the backstage entrance.