Johnny Higurashi & Ninjette V. Killer King & Bree Tassilotte

Kozue was still busy continuing her intimate relationship with the floor, but even through her haze, she was dimly aware of all the grunts and groans coming from the ring. It didn't sound too good. She wanted to get up. She needed to get up. But her chest felt like it was on fire, and each time she pushed up, the pain brought her right back down.

"Up, come on..." She groaned, rolling her face along the floor as she clutched her chest. Just a little more. Summon the reserves. Then she could go home, take a bath, and sleep like the dead.

She rolled to her side and sat up, grabbing the barricade for a little extra support as she made her way up. Once she got to her feet, it was easy enough to soldier on over to her corner and get back up there. Her chest still ached like hell and she was pretty sure her face was sporting a nasty black-eye, but she was going to see the fight through. One way or the other.

Adrenaline was pumping through Johnny as he narrowly avoided getting caught in King's clutches. He'd be dead if he let that happen and he wasn't GOING to. When King swung wildly backwards, Johnny grinned and ducked under the beefy arm. The silver haired wrestler bent his knees and hooked his arm around King's leg and pushed his shoulder's into King's arm pit, wrapping his other arm around King's neck.

King was a big boy but Johnny wouldn't have far to go to lift him up into a fireman's carry. Still, his face was beet red as he tried to lift the nearly three hundred pounds onto his shoulders. Johnny knew he could do it. He could BENCH three hundred, having the whole of his upper body helping him out would make this slightly less daunting.

Johnny roared as he strained but if he could get King onto his shoulders, then all he'd have to do would be to swing the huge brute around and drop to the ground planting King's head into the canvas piledriver style and completing the Death Valley Driver.

King wanted to crush that bastard Johnny who thinks hes all tough and shit, willing to not only defeat him in this match but also wanting to crush his face so no one will ever adore his handsome looks, the sick beast is ready to maw his opponent. "RAWR!"

Just as Johnny gotten behind King and the mad beast thought he would catch him off guard when he turn to swing for the hard chop aiming where ever he can hit, would be enough to stun the punk, but he hit nothing but air, though something did catches King though! "GRRR?!" He was suddenly pulled up by his heavy weights body over across Johnny's shoulders, he was surprised that he got him up, an unexpected move and even more when Johnny dropping him down head first onto the mat with hard force of the Death Valley Driver. "AUGH!"

Bree can see King body lifted up amazingly done by Johnny, her heart almost skip a beat from the awesomeness and even laying King out on the mat, she can see her partner laying there spread eagle as he is pretty stunned from the impact. Bree would go in to help King out but she decided to pretend to be, or well still being worn out from the match, staying in her corner and resting up.

Johnny hit king with the driver and popped off of his feet. He couldn't believe he could do it and for a brief moment, was overcome with elation and threw his fist in the air. The crowd popped and Johnny looked at Taylor before jogging to his corner. Kozue was up and while she looked worse for wear, he was ready to finish things and he knew exactly how.

Johnny nearly crashed into his own turnbuckle, throwing one look back at King to make sure he wasn't getting up already. He certainly expected it. He then turned back and grabbed Ninjette's head, mashing their cheeks together as he panted into her ear while trying to explain himself.

"Ok, dude. I fuckin HOPE that softened him up. But, we're gonna finish this shit. I'm gonna tag ya and you climb onto my hands. Then just drive yer knees into his fuckin GUT man. He'll be too busy trying to breath to kick out of shit. Especially if you hook his bad leg. I don;'t think even HE has the strength to kick out if you do it right, ok?"

Johnny pulled away and slapped Ninjette's shoulder for the tag and then turned around and held his hands in the air, palms flat and parallel to the ceiling in a Buddha stance, waiting for Ninjette. If they pulled this off, she'd be high diving from a height that was nearly a a full story. He just hoped SHE had gas and King DIDN'T.

"Holy shit."

Kozue knew Johnny was strong, almost impossibly strong for a guy his size, but lifting King like that was insane for anybody. The crowd broke into a flurry of camera flashes and gaped mouths as he lifted up three hundred pounds of solid jackass, and the ring shook so hard when they crashed down that it made Kozue bounce off the apron. She would have fallen right off if she hadn't been holding the ropes.

And she'd fought this guy? How did Johnny not rip her to shreds?

Before she could even properly process it, Johnny moved over and pressed their cheeks together. Just out of the clear blue sky. One second, she's stupefied, the next, they're practically cuddling in the middle of the arena, with his hot breath blowing in her ear. And, considering how sweaty he was, he smelled surprisingly nice. What was that, Speed Stick? She'd had him pegged for an Old Spice man...

Kozue snapped back to reality and fought the blush, listening to Johnny's actual words and paying less attention to the subtle rumble of his voice against her face. What he suggested was crazy, risky, and likely to put her in a world of hurt even if she did land it - in other words, she fucking loved it. It would take what little gas she had left to pull off, but this got her excited in all the right ways. She backed off from their huddle and gave him a little punch in the chest as he tagged her in. "Raise the roof."

She grabbed the rope as he turned away and prayed to a few gods - Thor, Zeus, Cthulhu - before pulling back and jumping on the top rope, bouncing off and turning around in mid-air to land on his open palms with her back facing the target. After what he did to King, it was pretty clear he could throw her scant 116 pounds like a beachball. And he did.

"BANZAI!"

Kozue flew as he launched her skyward, twisting about in the air to add a corkscrew twist in her usual moonsault. Her hair twirled around, her ponytail tracing the path as she spiral, and she came down on King's chest from at least ten feet with her knees - if you wanted to get any higher in wrestling, you'd need a cage.

King couldn't believe himself that the biggest and baddest man beast of all rosters were taken down by the motherfuckin punk Johnny who happened to get extremely lucky to pull off a quick and devastating power move dropping the beast head hard onto the mat with the Death Valley Driver.

Right after the impact, King lay there in spread eagle, almost as he slowly move his hands to reach up holding onto his head while nothing else on his body is moving around at all. He let out his light growl and groans that he had a massive headaches, he definitely hated it. "Fuck...."

He doesn't know what's going on other than obnoxious crowd making noise and moments later he was able to look up just in time to see that ninja chick flying down right at him, slamming her whole weights down right over his body. "Gahhhhh!!!!" King b8dy took the impact and spasm before turning to his side, weakly kicking his good leg and covering up his body, panting heavily until he auto roll his body facing up, only now breathing heavily and limbs spreaded out. "Unnnnnn.........."

It wasn't an easy landing - coming down from that high never would be. The impact sent a shock up her knees and jarred her bones, making her entire body shudder as she rolled off him. Nothing broken, but her knees would be aching for a little while. King, though? He looked like his innards got scrambled.

As much as she really wanted to just stop and admire the work, they would never put him down again if he got his act together. Taking Johnny's advice, she grabbed the leg and pulled him up for a pin, gripping his massive leg as tightly as she could. The referee moved in for the count, looking like she was more than happy to give the three count and put an end to the madness. "Just lay back and take it like the bitch you are, King."

"1...!"

King isnt completely out but his body isnt reacting to his will, all he can really do is breath heavily that even hurt him from the inside, maybe his ribs were broken? Probably not, hard as iron but his organs inside isnt that durable like his lungs, panting while his eyes closed hidden behind the black leopard mask. "Grrugh....."

He did feel something soft and barely looking down seeing that damn Ninjobber.... Ninjette that is, pinning the beast down and pulling on his weaken leg, he couldnt move it, couldnt get his hands up to shove her off, he couldnt do shit, he growls as loud as he could but doesnt bring his raw power out to kick out of it, he soon hears a two count. "2.....!"

"SHIT!"

Johnny stepped back to make sure that the ref wouldn't interrupt her count to tell him to get back to his corner. However, he made sure to keep an eye on King, Bree and Ninjette just in case what they had done wasn't enough to put down the King. If it wasn't? Johnny didn't even want to THINK about that.

He held his breath as the two count hit, just praying that King stayed down one second longer.

Bree watching the match with her eyes covered, though poking through between her fingers to look, she knows if she help out she'll get into trouble, if she didnt she'll also get into trouble.... but unless she was out cold or something that couldnt be help, maybe thats better? She pretend that she was worn and weaken pretty badly, rather not risk herself get into any deeper trouble as she already is. **Mew.......**