Climax Main Event: Johnny Higurashi Vs. Killer King - Last Man Standing

Preceded By: Tension Tag Title Match: United Kingdom Elite(C) Vs. Sion & Daisuke Kamiya
Followed By: Climax Closing Ceremony

Johnny Higurashi:


Vs.

Killer King:


Match Type: Last Man Standing
Winning Condition: The wrestler who cannot make a count of 10 will be declared the loser.
Special Conditions: No DQ's, Count outs, No Holds Barred. The 10 count can occur anywhere. Eagle Miyasaka, Fang Xingyu and Shay Hikage are banned from the arena.

After a night of the best Tension had to offer, there was nothing left but the main event: The hero, the heartthrob, the prince of Tension, taking on the biggest, strongest, most vicious bastard the company had ever seen. The one catch was this time, all of King's friends were banned from the arena.

The music left the crowd wondering until a rare sight appeared at the top of the ramp, clad in black leather and plaid and pigtails and bursting with energy. Taylor Higurashi, better known as Taylor Parker, wore an infectious smile as she skipped her way down the ramp, and the crowd couldn't help but cheer.

She wore a punky black leather jacket, complete with chrome studs all over and the heart-around-a-raised-fist logo of the Dojo handpainted on the back. Under that, a black Johnny Higurashi tank top, with her own  super hero cartoon drawing of Johnny on the front, ready to fight. A sliver of her shredded abs were exposed between the tank top and her thick, black, chrome studded belt, wrapped loosely around her hips atop a fluttering, pleated flannel skirt.

Her black combat boots were laced all the way up today, and she wore her red fingerless gloves. She had a mic in her hand, and a spring in her step as she split-jumped over the top rope and into the ring.

"HEY!" She crowed, and the crowd cheered back.

"Tension fans!" Cheers.

"Wrestling fans!" More cheers.

"JOHNNY HIGURASHI FANS!" The crowd thundered like the whole place was coming down.

"Everybody, everybody, right now... is a big moment, because THE WAIT IS OVER! The next dude you see coming down that ramp will be the most exciting! The most charismatic! The..." She paused, and cracked a sly smile. "Sexiest... wrestler that Tension has EVER SEEN!"

She turned and bent down and seemed to fill the entire ring as she moved around inside it. "He is the human incarnation of an adrenaline rush. He will make your hearts pound and your palms sweat. He'll make you scream allll night long. He'll ALWAYS leave you satisfied."

Her giggle trickled out over the speakers, and then she bounded across the ring and only got louder. "He is the DEFINITION of a WRESTLING HERO! He is HONOR and PRIDE and FIGHTING SPIRIT all rolled up in one sexy-ass package! He's everything you want, and he's coming down that ramp to FIGHT, and I DON'T GIVE A DAMN, KILLER KING! DOESN'T STAND A CHANCE!" The crowd roared.

"He is the greatest man I have ever known, and BEST I have ever had the pleasure of being pleasured by~"

She took up a place in the center of the ring, spread her feet wide, and pointed to the ceiling. Her voice rose to a punk rock scream. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! INTRODUCING! WEIGHING IN AT ONE HUNDRED, SIXTY ONE POUNDS! STANDING THE BEST FIVE FEET, EIGHT INCHES OF YOUR LIFE! MY HUSBAND! THE ONE AND ONLY!

"JOHNNY! HIGUUUURAAAAAAASHIIIIIIIIIIII!!"

The feedback from Johnny's music was drowned out by the roaring crowd. And when it kicked in, they got even louder, washed in the blinding arena lights, which seemed to brighten even more as every last bulb in the arena was turned up.

Johnny burst forth from a shower of pyrotechnics and stood at the entrance ramp as they continued to spark around him. He was dressed in a pair of black wrestling boots and a pair of black, stone washed jean shorts that were loose and shredded, as if they used to be a pair of regular jeans. His bright yellow shirt featured a picture of the Tension arena getting blasted with a bolt of lightning and his name running along the side of it.

He raised his hands and the crowd cheered harder. With a bright grin he bent his knees and sprinted down the ramp, slapping hands as he raced down and jumped up to catch the ring ropes as his feet it the apron. He pushed himself up and looked to where Taylor was and smiled. He pulled up his leg and slipped through the ropes and took a moment to look around the ring, taking the long way to where his corner was before he stopped in front of Taylor.

He looked into her eyes for a long moment and then pushed against her and muscled her to the corner for a deep, passionate, yet brief kiss. As he pulled away, he kept close. "I'm ready to kick some fuckin ass now." He said and stepped away. He turned around and raised his arms in the air. He then looked back and grinned.

"Will ya do the honors, babe?" He said, wanting her to remove his shirt.

Taylor's heart leapt just seeing Johnny coming down the ramp. She jumped up and down and screamed like every other fangirl in the arena. She put two fingers in her mouth and whistled piercing cat-calls. Inside... she was terrified beyond measure, but on the outside she was swept up in the excitement.

She waited in the middle of the ring for Johnny to face her, and then tucked her chin down and bit her bottom lip when their eyes met. She crashed into him and kissed him back with everything she had, and when he turned away she pulled him back by the hem of his shirt.

To an abundantly female cheer, she peeled the shirt off up and over his head and pressed her body against his bare skin. She held the shirt back behind her and stared up into his eyes for a moment before whispering something unheard in his ear.

She started to step back, but she just couldn't. She flung herself at him again, but this time she wrapped herself around him in a tight hug, and though she hid it well tears sprung to her eyes. She didn't ever want to let go.

But in a moment, she let a hand trail down his muscular chest before she turned for the ropes. She mouthed the unmistakable words "I love you," and her eyes lingered on his until she stepped through to the apron and hopped down to the floor. She crashed the commentator's table and found a seat there, folding her legs neatly and making nice with the commentators.

King was not impressed, not impressed at all even seeing his opponent wife Taylor who he have not forgotten about what she have done to him, not with those damn steel boots that could put him in a coma, if given enough blunting damages to the skull, but all she did was just one lucky blow, fucking bitch, eventually he would get even with her despite of her being Friction side, she'll go down hard just like her husband who soon gonna lose to the beast right under his large monstrous foot.

Just waiting for his lame introduction, his weak fireworks and his pathetic fans of his slapping hands with him before they could finally go to the ring, waiting for him. Sure his crew isnt allowed to do anything in the arena at all, cannot accompany the beast since he is going solo against Johnny Higurashi, but why would King go alone tonight? At the main event? He have something a little surprises for the two lovebirds.

Once Johnny is done with his shit, the biggest baddest man beast music starts playing where the arena goes black with some red ominous lights shining down from above highlighting the ramp that leads up to the stage and the large dark silhouette approaching on stage and something hes holding, a long rope like and its attaching to someone or something beside him, seems to be struggling.

From the bottom of the ramp and one by one the lights goes out until the last one gone, everything went black and suddenly, light of explosion burst out on stage before everything in the arena lighten up. Showing King appears in his black boots with his 'wrestling' black n white pants, no shirts at all and his signature black leopard mask, raising his one hand up is the mic and the other is.... a chain? Trailing down which leads to Bree "The Wild" Tassilotte who havent show up in wrestling for weeks, for months, could it be that King captured her?

"WELL WELL WELL! The two most grossest lovebird in wrestling today!" Everyone booing at him as he slowly approaching the ring while yanking on the chain that dragging the helpless Bree. "I was so sure that I wasnt allowed to bring my crew, but what about my former crew? Like here, Bree? HAHA! I held onto her for quite awhile without mentioning what or where she was.... was with me all along! Poor thing... havent to be obey me again but she wouldnt, so, would be much better to kick your ass all over the ring Johnny, RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER!" King stopping front of the steel steps and pulling on the chain more, just to make her squeal and cry, getting the chain wrapping around the bottom of the ring post and making sure to lock it, especially another lock around Bree collar to keep her there. "And this is an example of what Im going to do with your wife.... WHEN IM DONE WITH YOU!" He pointed at Bree being collared up as he give her a quick slap to her face before slowly stepping in the ring, ready to face Johnny. "Hey Taylor, cant wait to have you as my pet..... gonna train you hard and hard I shall give...."

Johnny stood loose, yet stoic as the lights went out in the Tension arena. He wasn't going to be intimidated by any kind of fancy entrance, even if it was King. The shadow he cast was ominous, but Johnny was ready.

He didn't even really pay attention to the fact that King was holding something until the lights flashed back on and Bree was being tugged by a chain.

"No..."

Johnny's face blanched and he focused on Bree. He had pried her from King's grasp once. He was happy to do it, but she had been a little "too" grateful. She was nice enough, but all her talk about wanting him... Johnny had just hoped when she stopped coming around that she had finally done something with her life.

He couldn't even begin to formulate in his mind what emotion he should feel. He was pissed, fucking pissed at King. The motherfucker was the worst person he'd ever met. it wasn't enough to let Bree just live her life. Johnny felt personally responsible for Bree's predicament and ran his fingers through his hair and tugged at it so tightly it hurt. 'It's my fault. Shit! I shoulda done more! I shoulda let her stay with us or fucking SOMETHING!'

"Bree... I'm fuckin sorry!" He said, practically pleading at the chained cat girl. His eyes faltered and her searched her for any sign of acceptance. "I'll... I'll fix this. I'm going to beat his ass and then..."

He was stopped by King's words and looked at him. When he mentioned Taylor, a shiver went down his spine and he spared a glance back at his wife. The thought of King even touching Taylor blinded him with rage, let alone the thought of him having her in Bree's position.

Johnny clenched his fists and charged at King as he stepped through the ropes. "I'll KILL YOU!" He didn't have a plan anymore. he just knew he had to stop King. He had to end him before the next person his filthy hand touched was his wife. He threw all of his weight into a shoulder tackle aimed at King's chiseled body. He just wanted to get him down and start punching. He didn't even care about the match or the stupid bell.

"AIEE!"

Taylor shrieked and involuntarily leaped out of her chair. Her jaw dropped at the sight before her, but her shock was quickly replaced by rage.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" She screamed at King from the commentator's table. "YOU'RE NOT WALKING OUR OF HERE, YOU DIRTY LITTLE COCKSUCKER! YOU-"

Johnny's rage made her stop short, and she remembered her priorities. "Babe, it's okay! Be cool! Stick to the plan! Bree, honey, everything will be alright, okay? We're not gonna let him touch you again!"

She glared hotly at King and didn't even notice Johnny's mad rush until he had plowed bodily into the giant man.

While King coming up the steel steps while holding onto the mic, he wants to taunt on the couple some more before the real action can get start it. "Im going to messed you up so hard, that its going be as rough as Im going to have my way with your wif------ UGH!"

He stepped inside the ring between the ropes and as soon his foot touches the mat, he was taken down by Johnny out of nowhere, dropping the mic and getting pummel on him, he brings his hands up to grab Johnny and throw him to the side so he could try get himself up standing, grunting that he didnt expected him to rushes at the beast like that, though he was a 'cool' guy, clearly he was wrong.

Hoping King get up to his feet as he clutches his fists, not caring for the match to start or not, all he wants is coming at Johnny aiming to swing his large fist right at his forehead to knock him down as soon he does get up that is. "ASSHOLE!"

"Hugnh!"

Johnny was heaved off of King and stumbled off balance, flopping to the nearby ropes. "Rrrrgh, motherfucker!" He shouted and stepped to come at King again when the meaty fist came at him. Johnny threw his hands up and the fist slammed into his forearms, but he was forced backwards as pain shot through hi arms. He leaned against the ropes and shook his hands.

Somewhere in the distance the bell rang and the crowd was wild.

"Shit, shit, shit..." Johnny muttered to himself. He knew that he had to go after King with a calm and rational mind, but every time he tried to clear his head, he just pictured King and Taylor...

"RrrrrAAARGH!"

Johnny launched himself at King recklessly once more and threw a punch at King's eerie, unchanging face.

King will have to get start the match right away since Johnny suddenly going ballistic at him after he mention about his wife, sadly not much about Bree but doesnt matter, it will at least forcing his opponent to lose his mind and out of focus, could give King the edge he needs, fuck him up.

"GRRR!" His large fist swings at Johnny that blocked his strike, indeed pushes him back against the ropes giving them some space, but Johnny not going to take the time to recover from that, no, he decided to blindly rushing at the big bad monster King some more of his assaults.

King will have to wait until he get closer enough that his scream will come to a hard shut as the beast would lift his big boot hoping that he would ran his face right into it, at his jaw, shutting Johnny up for now. "SHUT IT!"