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

Johnny didn't even see the boot until he was flat on his back. He blinked and the next moment he was staring up at the blinding arena lights in a daze.

"ughh... shit..." He groaned.

Johnny's hands went to his face to check to make sure nothing was broken while he rolled onto his hands and knees. That sobered him up pretty good, but he was still pretty fucking pissed.

King got Johnny a nice big boot to the face knocking him down to the mat, stunning him which give the beast a chance to catch a breather as well turning to face Johnny's wife Taylor, putting his hand over his own crotch and rubbing while nodding, gesturing her that she would 'like' it.

Back to Johnny, he looked down at him while pounding his fist over his open palm, can hear everyone booing at him since now he got the upper hand. "What now? BITCH!" Leaning down reaching to grab Johnny by the throat with both of his large hands, pulling him up to stand up the punk before King could raise his knee to slam up into his stomach, not just once, but going to do so couple times. "Hurrrgh!....... Hurgh!........"

The moment Taylor tried to sit down again, the match had her right back up. She directed a withering scowl at King.

"YEAH? I'LL RIP THAT SHIT OFF AND FEED IT TO YOU, YOU FUCKIN' FAGGOT! WHY DON'T YOU COME DOWN HERE AND SEE HOW IT GOES AND-" She screamed ferociously. Her tone instantly changed when King reached for Johnny, though her volume did not. "-BABE, FUCKIN' BE COOL, YOU'RE FIGHTING LIKE A FUCKING IDIOT! GET IT TOGETHER AND HANDLE THIS MOTHERFUCKER!"

She stood in front of the commentator's table on the balls of her feet with her fists clenched, as if she was ready to jump in the ring herself. It took conscious effort to keep herself from doing just that.

"Hrrrmnk!"

Johnny could hear Taylor yelling, but being hauled up by the throat kept him from responding. He was forced to look at King as the knee drove into his hard stomach.

"Hllnk!

Johnny gurgled from the impact and he was somewhat thankful for King holding him up just so he could stand straight as the knees continued. However, as bad as they hurt, Johnny could feel a rhythm and as another one came, He wrapped his arms arounf King's leg and held it in place with all of his strength.

While King abusing Johnny with some knee strikes to his midsection, he could easily hear his loud-mouth wife that overcome the crowd cheer mix with booing, she really want a piece of him just like Johnny want the beast too, too bad he is getting his ass kicked right now and she would be in the same shoes if she steps in the ring with him.

"Tell your bitch to come in and help you, I'll show her how to wrestle a REAL man!..... hey the FUCK!" The beast felt his leg getting grabbed as Johnny hanging onto him stopping King knee strikes. He growls in disapproval but doesnt stop him from continuing to mop the floor with him, he hoped to move his one hand to go around Johnny head to tuck under his arm, falls back and slamming hard right into his DDT. "This should let you.... go!"

"No... shit!" Johnny growled as King threw an arm over him and wrapped his head with the beefy appendage. Johnny slipped one hand around King's waist, hoping to use his own strength to power the King into a snap suplex, but the choking had winded him and gravity was a powerful and cruel mistress.

Johnny's head slammed into the mat and he rolled onto his back, spread flat against the canvas, groaning. The arena lights invaded his eyes and he turned his head, bringing his arm up and covering his face and throbbing head.

The referee was already working her count.

"ONE!"

King was too strong for Johnny to attempt to counter him and end up being taken down pretty hard with a blasted DDT laying him out as he laying there rolling in pain while the referee began to count down.

"Grr.... no way you'll lift up again!" King slowly pushes himself up standing as he looks down,  already now getting a count of two. He isnt going let Johnny lay there to rest up so he decided to run to the ropes to use rebound himself running back to the downed opponent, getting close until he jumps up kicking his legs out, aiming to drop down with a legdrop across his throat. "GRRRRR!"

Johnny was going to milk the count for all it was worth but King wasn't going to let him. This was bad. It still felt like he could hear the bell's ring fading away and he was already getting a count on him.

Worse yet, King wasn't even going to let him lay there and die.

Johnny watched the beast rebound off the ropes and fly through the air. That huge bulk could probably decapitate him if it hit! Johnny summoned his strength and rolled out of the way. He wasn't just going to keep from being killed though. He kept rolling and then got to his hands and knees and crawled towards the ropes. He then scrambled and to them and slipped out of the ring. He just needed some distance even though he felt like a cowardly piece of shit.

King is ready to give Johnny a big hard and painful guillotine legdrop across his throat, maybe its enough to silences him so he can enjoy taunting his fucking hot yet annoying wife.

Just as the beast coming in closer and closer, then jumping out about to legdrop Johnny head off, but rolled out of the way and landing his ass with his heavy weights behind him. "GAH FUCK!"

King sat there for a brief moment, then slowly pushing himself up as he could hoping to get back on his feet before Johnny could do anything to him, rubbing his ass and trying to get himself up, growling at him. "Bastard...."

Johnny slid out of the ring and got to his feet. He stared at King and then raised his hand in the air and flipped him the middle finger. The crowd liked that, but it was hard for him to feel good when he was backing away.

He knew he was close to Taylor and he could see Bree on the other side of the ring near the ramp. Johnny's blood still boiled, but he was feeling much calmer after King knocked him for a loop.

"Babe." He said, not turning to look at Taylor. He just wanted to focus on King. "I want you to try and find a way to get Bree free. I'm gonna try and pull that motherfucker away from the ring." It was going to be hard though.