The Serpent's Offer (For Tali)

From the grunt, it seemed like Dragon was surprised. She couldn't imagine why - he came after her in the street, so a street fight was what he'd get.

Sure enough, the gouging made him let go on reflex, and she started to squirm away - the reprieve didn't last, though. He grabbed her by the wrist and exerting that same crushing pressure, that same crazy strength, so hard that she swore she could hear her bones start to crack.

"The fuck off!" She reeled back with her spare hard, ready to chop him in the side of his neck and give him so incentive to back off, but he reached out, grabbing blind and knocking her hand away before she could connect, getting his grubby mitts on her head. The neck thing she knew, her face was getting intimately acquainted with the door of a Jaguar, and there was a lot of pain. Oh, so much pain.

Her body went limp in his grasp for a second as Kozue's entire world became nothing but agony, the blow lancing through her skull. She fell back, weak in his gasp, groaning and wincing. "Fucker..." She hissed through gritted teeth. "Motherfucking son of a-"

The masked man released Ninjette on impact so she just fell backwards to the solid floor. He took a second to readjust his mask so he could see again, and blinked several times in an attempt to remove the blurry splotches. "Nice try," he growled bitterly. He didn't appreciate the cheap shot, even considering the circumstances. If she had just said no to him, then he would have left it at that. But now he wanted to break her, just for making him mad

Dragon took a step back, then charged and soccer kicked Ninjette in the side. He wasn't above kicking someone while they were down, especially one who so readily welcomed the challenge. "I gave you a chance," he growled as if saying it let him do whatever he want. He bent over and grabbed the ninja by the hair and dragged her closer to the car. The door just happened to be unlocked and the man opened it and dropped Ninjette's head into gap of the open door. He then swung the door wide, about to slam the door on the girl's head.

Johnny had washed and changed. Now he was ready to head home for the evening. His body was sore but he had come away with a victory in what SHOULD have been an easy match that turned into one way tougher than it probably needed to be even given the circumstances.

Now, with his gymbag slung over his shoulders, he walked through the employee parking lot in his cut up, tight fitting, stone washed jeans and bright yellow "orgasm addict" Buzzcocks tee.

From a distance, he saw two people talking and paid no attention. Maybe they were shooting the shit after their matches? He didn't really care, he was eager to get home to his wife. However, as the two went from talking to fighting, Johnny's eyes widened.

He still couldn't make out who they were but he knew that wrestling was for the ring and whatever was going down now, couldn't be good at all. Johnny's knees bent and he started sprinting towards the two. When he got closer and saw that it was Kozue and Black Dragon, Johnny clenched his fists and picked up speed.

He didn't say a word until he saw Kozue's head put into the open door of the car. He reached out his hand as though he could stop what was coming next but he just had to run faster. When he was there, he dropped his gymbag and planted his feet. He then launched himself as high and far as he could and with a hurtling fist, tried to drive his knuckles into the back of Black Dragon's neck.

Dragon had been far too absorbed into the brawl to pay any attention to his surroundings. Out of seemingly nowhere, he was punched in the back of the neck roughly. He stumbled forward to the concrete ground but caught himself. He hadn't managed to slam the door on Ninjette's head but at that moment it didn't matter to him. In a rage, he pushed himself up and wildly swung his right foot back in what would be a devastating kick if it hit it's mark. He just didn't know where that mark was at the time.

Kozue rolled about on the floor as her world went into a tailspin. She'd taken hard shots before, but never from someone so strong ramming her head into something so hard. She felt wetness, bleeding, a few drops already making their way to her eyebrow.

"Gonna do more than try, fucking gorilla..." She started to push herself up, but a kick in the stomach stopped the effort cold and dropped her back down, sputtering and coughing into the ground. Her eyes were shut too tight to see him reach down and grab her hair, but she sure as hell felt, and she went into fits as she tried to pry his iron grasp off. Wasn't happening.

She thought he would just slam her face into the floor, knock her out quick, but as she forced a single eye open and saw where her head was being put, the gravity of the situation dropped down on her. Black Dragon was about to put her in a hospital. Maybe a morgue.

Her head slammed into the door's side and went dull at the worst possible time. She was conscious enough to realize how much trouble she was in, but not enough to do a thing about it. All she could do was squeeze her eyes shut, brace herself, and do something she hadn't done in a long time - pray. Not even to any god in particular. Just pray.

Fortunately, someone up there was on the line today, because the finishing blow never came. When Kozue opened her eyes, she saw Johnny coming at Dragon from behind and saving her at the last second. She was grateful for the save, but she knew better than to celebrate just yet - even if Johnny was at his best, Black Dragon would still be one hell of a fight for him, and there was no way Johnny was 100% so soon after that backstage match. She couldn't just lay around, the odds needed more evening.

"Fuck." She groaned and turned around, pulling herself into the car and looking around for something she could use. Preferably large and blunt.

Johnny had a hard fought fight and had been assaulted by King but he came through it. He even had gotten the victory in spite of it thanks, in part, to Kozue who had evened the odds a bit. Now that he had the guy who had assaulted his wife (and Kozue) in his sights, he'd be damned if one kick was going to stop him.

"Motherfucker!" Johnny growled as he lunged to the side to avoid the kick and grab hold of Dragon's leg. He drove his knee into the side of the masked man's leg and pulled like he was trying to snap a twig. He flexed all his weary muscles. If he broke it or even snapped it off, it would only be TOO good of a punishment for this bastard!

Dragon grunted in pain when Johnny kneed his leg. The size difference really didn't matter when hitting undefended spots, especially from someone as strong for his size like Johnny. Nevertheless, he now knew roughly where he was. He turned half way around and reached to grab something around Johnny's collar for leverage and sloppily leaned forward to elbow him just in an effort to get him to let go. His rage drove him at that point. He had Kozue where he wanted her then this midget Higurashi thought he could ruin his plans. He wasn't going to have any of it.

Johnny had Dragon out in a submission hold in the middle of the parking lot. It was sort of surreal but he wasn't thinking. All he wanted to do was make sure that this bastard never even THOUGHT about laying one FINGER on his wife or anyone else ever again. He was going to teach the masked piece of shit not to mess with a Higurashi.

Unfortunately with Johnny holding onto Dragon, the masked beast had his position and could counter attack. The elbow drove into him and Johnny was forced to let go. He took a step back, rubbed his face and then growled as he swung his foot forward to try and club Dragon with a hard kick.

The masked assailant rallied in the brief momentum and caught Johnny's leg though not flawlessly. The mans foot still dug hard into his abdomen nearly taking his breath away. He grinned and twisted himself over in a corkscrew while holding Johnny's leg to flip him over as well. As he landed, he regretted the action since they landed on concrete. More damage for Johnny, but also more pain for him.

Porn. Whoever's care this was, he had porn magazines in the back seat. In any other garage, that might have surprised her.

She groaned and sifted through the magazines, looking for something to use. Windshield scraper? No. Battery cables? Better, but no. "Ah, here we go." Tire iron. Perfect.

She stumbled out of the car with the tire iron gripped tight, wiping the blood from her forehead and shaking some more sense into her brain. She waited until they both took a splash, then came at him from behind and swung the tire iron into the back of his head. Not the most sporting thing, true, but this guy rammed her face into a car and she was pretty sure he tried to kill her. So. Fuck him.