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

It took every ounce of Taylor's willpower to keep her eyes off of the fight. Being so close to it, she knew that if she saw Johnny getting hurt, she wouldn't be able to hold back, so she hurried along to where Bree was chained up. Like an animal.

"Bree, hey," she knelt down next to the cat girl and said in as reassuring a voice as she could manage. "Don't worry, we don't need the key to get you out of here, but if the rest of those assholes do show up, we can take 'em." She forced a smile. The whole situation was insane. "Everything will be fine once Johnny takes care of... him..."

She glanced back over her shoulder toward the action, her heart in her throat.

Johnny landed on his feet and shook his head. He gave a glance towards Bree and Taylor and looked back at King as he was grabbed and flipped almost effortlessly.

"Guaaaaaaaah!"

Johnny crashed into the steel steps and rolled off them. The crowd gasped and Johnny groaned. His back was on fire and he knew he just had to keep going.

Bree chained up by Killer King by the ring post with her collar locking around her neck, unable to break free due to the lock latching together, only keys can break her free is by the Crew of Eagle, Fang and newest-ish member Shay, all of them tormenting the poor catgirl who got nothing to involved with them anymore, is being picked on for their use over Johnny, using Bree as mental game to distract and bother Johnny mind, which it might be working right now, since King is getting the upper hands constantly so far.

Bree could see under her watery eyes, the makeup she have on start trailing and smearing down on her face, shes trapped and nothing she could do about it, not even Johnny nor Taylor. "T-T-Taylor.... Im s-scared...." She does listened what Taylor is saying but doesnt feel any better knowing King is right there, in the distance, just manhandling Johnny as she could see him throwing that handsome man right on the steel steps, causing Bree to closed her eyes and clinging onto Taylor.

King looking down at that stupid punk Johnny rolling off the steel steps and down on the floor, hurting his backside, he takes a moment to turn his head to the side making some popping sounds before turning to head over to the nearest folding chair, grabbing hold and folding it up, slapping on the floor to make sure its a real thing, course, its a clanging hard metal, King is waiting for Johnny to get up so he can give him one hell of a headache. "Get up... you piece of shit....."

Johnny landed on his hands and knees and pushed up to his stomach, peering over the steel steps as he watched King grab the chair Taylor had been sitting on a few moments ago.

"Shit, you need a chair?!" Johnny groaned as he put a hand on the steel steps. If King was already busting out the heavy artillery, then he knew he couldn't fuck around at all.

Johnny reached for the steps like he was going to use them to stand up but took hold of the handle and with a burst of strength, lifted them up and took as many steps as he could before heaving them at the chair wielding giant.

"Hyaaaaah!"

"Do I need it? No. Do I want to use it? Yes. Why? Cause I would love to see your wife face when I crack your face with this!"

King is ready to crack Johnny skull with the steel chair, waiting for him to get up, just slowly pushing himself up on the steel steps and waiting for him to turn so he can get a clear shot to the head, the beast raise the chair up high, passing his head for maximum damage for a huge swing, but Johnny suddenly lift that steel steps and hurled right at King. "GAHH!"

It bounces right off of King and dropping down to the floor, surprisingly up straight like its positioning the steps facing Johnny as King went down on the floor with the chair dropped beside him, he tries to pushes himself up using the steel steps to help himself up, slowly, grunting that his body hurt a lot from that piece of metal.

"Oooooooh!" The crowd roared.

Johnny watched King drop. It was satisfying but that's all it was and King certainly wasn't going to stay down from that. However, the next step was easy and literally right in front of him. Johnny dashed toward King and hopped onto the steel step. He then planted his foot and aimed a soccer style kick at King's masked head.

King was stunned by the big throw of the steel steps, didnt think Johnny was capable of lifting it and throwing at him after what King did to his back with a powerful throw, but he still managed to pull it off big time. He tries to pushes himself up hoping to get back on his feet only to get caught by Johnny incoming kick to his head. "UGH!"

His head took the punt and goes down landing his chin on top of the steel chair, making a slight clang sound of impact as the beast laying there like a bear rug, groaning not able to get up this time around.

Johnny couldn't deny that he appreciated the surge of adrenaline that helped him put King on the ground, but King laid there, and the referee began to count, the silver haired wrestler slowly backed away and began rubbing his back a bit.

"ONE!" She barked.

Johnny bent over and let his palms rest on his thighs as he caught his breath. He hoped it would just be good enough. Maybe King just planted wrong and that would be it. It was probably too good to be true, but he had to think he was capable. He tossed one look over at Bree and Taylor just to remind him of what he was fighting for.

"TWO!........THREE!"

King groaning and starting to come to, moving his hands sliding against the floor, enough that the palm of his hands is flat on the floor and pushing against it, showing his biceps pumping up as he pushes his heavy body up, peeling his black leopard mask off the steel chair and shaking to get himself up, dazed from getting his head blasted by Johnny kick.

The beast did his best to stop the count by pulling himself up on the ring apron, resting his back against the edge, holding his head with one hand feeling the throbbing pain inside his skull, that bastard Johnny really messed him up good, he'll pay for that.

"Ugh..... fuckin headaches....."

Johnny watched as King slowly got to his feet and propped himself up against the apron. Once the ref stopped the count, Johnny knew that it was time to go back into the fray. He ran at King from where he was and tried to spear him in the back from behind and crush his big body against the apron while trying to wrap his arms fully around King's big frame.