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

"Ohhh, Tiger, the girls are gonna be famous," Taylor pouted. She put her chain-wrapped hand against Johnny's chest when he came close.

She spared one look back at Bree, and then nodded to Johnny. She retrieved her leather jacket and slipped it back on. She didn't need it, but she might need the things in it if she was going to have to take on... three... of King's crew.

"Worry about them," she said in a throaty voice with a flash of blue eyes. She kissed Johnny on the mouth, and then sprinted up the ramp and disappeared backstage.

King thought he could just get a little nip out of Johnny's wife with his massive hands over her small cups, can fondle a little before he could give her a revenge that he been itching for for quite awhile. But he was stopped cold when Johnny grabbed his dirty big hand and pulling the big beast up onto his shoulders, just like before, trying to escape but only way he could do is going right off the stage, outside and down falling right through the table below, crashing as loud as the crowd goes "OHHHHH!"

The beast laying there groaning while the referee near by began to count down, even when hes outside laying! Not for long when the count goes passed 'THREE!" He tries to get up and slowly as he could rolling over on his front, still weaken from a huge fall like that, disoriented and hurting, hoping to figure out where he is and the bastard n wife goes.

Johnny grinned and watched Taylor sprint off. He looked back at where king had fallen and seen the beast begin to stand up. He hadn't even gotten half a count. Johnny then looked back at Bree. Hopefully she would be alright. Hopefully she wouldn't be too chained up for very long.

Johnny took a deep breath and then ran at King and leaped off the stage, folding his hands together to try and crash into the big beast with a flying double axe handle off the stage!

King tries to get up to his feet, already took a heavy fall and the table catching him isnt helping at all, but in time, he eventually pushes himself up onto his feet, just halfway standing though, but Johnny wont fully stands up as he jumps down smacking his fists right across the beast back. "GAHHH!"

He down to the floor with table debris yet he slowly rolling away trying to move towards to the guard rails with the crowd who is unlucky enough to get right up close to his face, he tries to rest his back against the guard rail and draping his arms over it, trying to keep himself standing.

Johnny crashed into King and dropped to a crouch as he watched the mad beast spill against the guard rail. Johnny took only a second to suck in a breath and size the beast up. He wasn't sure if this was a good idea or not, but this whole MATCH was a long string of terrible ideas.

Johnny ran into a sprint and put all of his effort into trying to clothesline King over the guard rail and into the crowd. Well, the chairs that the crowd was sitting in a moment ago. The security was quickly trying to usher them out of the way of the burly fighters' brawl.

King trying to recover after that nasty fall, its like equivalent of taking 20 chair shots to the back or maybe 10 to the head, either way he managed to pull himself up on the guardrail and not feeling the crowd behind him, but just bunch of empty chairs, unable to run away from the beast King.

He turned in front only to get caught by Johnny clothesline and get knocked right over the rail and down between the chairs and the barricade, laying there huffing in pain, he got his ass kicked right now only by a huge fall, lucky bastard Johnny taking an advantage over his weaken state.

King was down again and Johnny stared at him from over the barrier. He couldn't count on the mad beast staying down just yet and so Johnny hopped up onto the barrier and started down at King.

He NEEDED to finish off the beast and he hoped this would be enough. Johnny bent his knees and jumped, the crowd right near him gasping as he tried to plant a leg drop right onto King's burly chest and neck.

King laying there hoping he could recover as much as he could or else this Johnny guy gonna keep on taking the lead against him. King barely open his eyes looking up to see whats going on, looking at Johnny who standing balancing on the guard rail and jumping down on the beast with his legs out, leg drop on his chest. "UGH!"

King tries to roll out under his legs and pushing the empty chairs with his hands, trying to get some space and away from that bastard.

That was the most jarring and satisfying leg drop he had ever hit. He rolled off, onto his hands and knees and looked at King, shakily standing up to his feet and rubbing his butt where he had crashed into the hard concrete.

He wanted to watch King lay there and not get up, but he looked at the entrance ramp and then out at the crowd. As the referee began his count, Johnny turned and pushed through the crowd towards the stairs that led up to the promenade of the arena.

Whether or not King was out or not, he needed to go check on Taylor. If he stayed down and Johnny won the match, he wanted to get as much distance as he could to try and get to Taylor and help her get those keys. If the mad beast was getting up, well, Johnny still wanted to put some distance between them to be able to catch his breath for the next exchange.

King slowly crawling himself to the chairs pushing it out of his way like swimming, but on the concrete and people nearby watching him escaping and getting some distance away from him, he can hear the referee counting down on him thought he should be getting his ass off the floor and pulling himself up, any chairs that is swimming in them.

He grunts and trying to get up, thought Johnny gonna come at King again to keep him down, but it was quiet, no actions upon him in awhile and he tries to turn to see whats going on, Johnny leaving King alone so he can go back to his bitch, he felt a little tired yet moving to sit on the chair, need a short break. "Fuck my life......"