Johnny Higurashi Vs. Dark Angel

Johnny saw Dark Angel sprint away from him in the opposite direction from his 'chair' and tried to push off. It was a wonder the hadn't already tumbled through. He could steady himself but then he wouldn't be able to stop Dark Angel's assault.

He quickly decided that he needed to figure something else out. He grabbed the top ropes and pulled to straighten his body do he was parallel with the mat and spread his legs. He hoped he could scissor Dark Angel, even though he didn't like the prospect of her possibly ramming into his manhood. If he could catch her, he would try and toss her over the ropes. It'd be pretty bad for her if he could, but it wouldn't be something pleasant for him either as his balance and gravity would give way to him falling out of the ring upside down as well. His only condolence is that the force would not nearly be as hefty as Dark Angel's.

Dark Angel's suicide dive turned out to be just that. At the last second, Johnny ducked underneath her. His legs shot up and grabbed her around the waist. Before she even had a chance to slowdown, Johnny threw her between the ropes and out of the ring. Instinctively, Angel grabbed onto his legs in an attempt to stop herself but the momentum couldn't be stopped. She went plummeting down to the floor below head first. Though she likely pulled Johnny with her, it wasn't any form of relief. Angel lifted up her hands to shield her head but she struck the ground anyways. She flipped onto her back after hitting her head.

Angel didn't move at first, greatly stunned by the crashing fall. She didn't look around for Johnny, nearly unaware of all her surroundings.

Johny was caught in the caterwaul as well and hit the back of his neck when eh fell to the outside of the ring. A sharp pain went through his body and the crowd gasped as both of them hit the thin mats below painfully and awkwardly.

Johnny groaned and rolled partially to his side, rubbing his neck as he made sure nothing was seriously wrong. His legs that were kicking, flipped in and out underneath the apron and his arm that he was laying in flopped into it part of the way as well, his back turned to face Dark Angel. He knew he needed to get up and move. She had to have taken the worst of it and he could hear the ref angrily begin the ten count once more. It seemed she had had enough of their shenanigans from last time. Johnny thought about how humiliating it would be to have a match come to a draw because they both got counted out twice. He threw his hand up and tried to claw at the apron. If he could just dig his fingers into the canvas, he could pull himself up and leave that bitch to rot outside of the ring where she belonged.

As the referee's count began again, Angel found herself struggling to her feet despite her basic survival instincts. She felt sick after that fall. Her head was throbbing but something inside of her forced the girl to keep moving. As she got to her feet, Angel stumbled and turned around just in time to see Johnny grabbing onto the apron. Anger rushed into Angel's thoughts, and she charged at Johnny's back with the intention of spearing him chest first into the side of the ring.

Johnny's hand dug into the canvas and he was able to hunch himself into a semi standing position, leaning against the apron while he winced and struggled to get himself up the necessary few more inches so he could roll into the ring. If HE was struggling this much, there was no way in heck that Dark Angel was already up and ready to go. So pervasive was the thought that he didn't even feel the need to look back.

When Dark Angel hit, it was like a bullet ripping into his spine. "Gaaaaah!" He let out and arched backwards painfully, her weight, albeit la light amount, felt like it was going to spear right through him. He couldn't even think. All he could do is flop forward and slump against the apron, Dark Angel's weight continuing to pin him against it for now.

As Johnny's body hit against the apron, her momentum suddenly stopped once more and shook her spine. For a moment, Angel rested against him with her legs keeping the two propped up. As the referee continued to count up, Angel realized she had to get back into the ring. Even though yet another double count out would result in a tie which was a better result than her previous two matches with Johnny, it'd also be her first non-win since emerging as Dark Angel. And that just wouldn't do.

At the same time, though, she couldn't risk Johnny getting back in the ring. These devastating falls seemed to be the only legitimate thing that Angel could use to hurt him. But it was hurting her even more, and she couldn't take much more especially after that last one. With Johnny still pinned up against the ring apron, Angel dropped to her knees and tried to throw an uppercut between Johnny's legs right at his crotch. If he was close enough to the ring, the referee could possibly miss the low-blow yet again especially if she was preoccupied with counting. It was an odd angle to have to watch the two.

Johnny was flopped forward feeling Dark Angel's body pressed up tightly against his own. Her curves, her hot breath against his sweat-soaked back, was almost blissfully comforting for a brief moment before she slipped off him. He was sure that he had just felt the last throes of her resistance give way. Whatever adrenaline she was running on had faded and she was sinking tot he mat while he could roll in and secure a victory.

Once again, Johnny's thoughts betrayed him. His face contorted into a a deep visage of pain as his manhood was punished by the vengeful Dark Angel. He slumped off the mat and to the ground, both his arms going between his legs while he writhing in front of Dark Angle, leaving him only as a stepping stone for her re-entrance into the ring and claiming of an easy victory against the much stronger Higurashi twin.

As Johnny crumbled in front of Angel, the girl brushed the hair out from in front of her mask. As rewarding as this image was suppose to be in her head, it wasn't perfect. Angel's head was still throbbing and every second pushed her closer to a double count out...again. "Seven!" the referee girl yelled. Angel forced herself to her feet once again and suppressed the urge to kick Johnny while he was down. She rolled under the bottom rope and into the ring. "Eight!" the ref continued rather fast, clearly upset by the two fighter's consistent flight to the outside of the ring. Angel laid there facing up, breathing heavily in and out as her hands felt the top of her head in pain. It wasn't how she planned it, but it was far better than continuing the match with Johnny.

Johnny barely even heard the referee counting as he writhed in pan. He could only watch as Dark Angel managed to roll into the ring, his hand reaching up just to feel the fabric of her outfit pass through his clamping down fingers. He flopped onto his face, one hand still gently massaging his throbbing jewels as he suddenly heard the count of nine come from the ref like a booming message from heaven.

"S-Shit!" He groaned as he heard the ten count. The bell echoed and the crowed began to boo. Partially for Dark Angel's obviously dirty tactics, partially for feeling like they were gipped out of a match and some just because they wanted to see the masked fighter broken in half by a clearly superior opponent. Johnny could certainly empathize with their sentiment.

Dark Angel just laid there as the referee announced the ten count. She very well could have seen the low-blow especially with how dramatic the after-effect of it was. Perhaps she was just fed up with the two and wanted the match to end right there. Regardless, the audience announced its clear disapproval of the result. But Angel didn't care at all. The ref leaned over her to see if she was okay but after a short second merely lifted Angel's arm up in victory where she was laying. The ref didn't even help her up, though honestly the masked girl preferred it that way. Her head had really been taking too much punishment for her own good lately.

After a few moments had passed, Angel managed to sit herself up and roll out of the ring. She decided she'd get her Shinto attire later when she wasn't in pain like this. Her feet landed directly beside Johnny and she just looked down at him. No legible words came to her thoughts. Instead she just casually walked by him. For once in a long time, she wasn't angry at Johnny. After all, Angel had finally beaten him in a match. Those first two humiliations felt avenged with this win. Surely Johnny felt like crap for losing in such a way. And that alone was its own reward.

Yeah right. Angel took a step back then soccer kicked Johnny in his side. She was going to enjoy every second of this victory.