Johnny Higurashi vs Ninjette - [TLC Match]

TLC Match (Tables Ladders and Chairs)
Winning conditions: pin or submission, match continues even with KO

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Fuck it. Ninjette wanted that goddamn belt.

Sheâ€d only come to the AFW on a lark - seemed like a good idea at the time, really. What was the worst that could happen - aside from back injuries and being molested by overly horny wrestlers, both male and female. Hell, both of those things had happened to her more times than sheâ€d liked, so she wasnâ€t all that worried. Easy money.

But sheâ€d never bargained on liking it so much. It was pretty much the opposite of everything sheâ€d been taught as a ninja - flashy instead of stealth, pleasing the crowd instead of avoiding it, being in the light instead of the shadows. Maybe that was a part of the reason why it appealed to her; as far away from her home as she could possibly be, figuratively and literally. Security. Stability. A place where her skills werenâ€t just accepted, but respected; where she wasnâ€t just looked at as a baby dispenser.

Oh, and they let her set up a match that involved free shots. Really, what more could be asked of in life?

If she was going to do this, though, she was going to do it all the way - she didnâ€t get to be where she was, the ninja sheâ€d fought to become, by half-assing things. Gold was in her - she wanted to be at the top. That meant sheâ€d start taking things a little more seriously, and that meant actually doing her homework on her next opponent. Which just equated to her looking up his Wikipedia page and checking out a few matches on Youtube, but, well, that was her idea of doing homework when sheâ€d been in school, too. So...

Junichi ‘Johnny†Higurashi. Nine matches under his belt; six wins, three losses, no draws. From what sheâ€d seen, he was pretty aggressive, the offensive sort, leading with his fists - her type of opponent, really. Definitely something she could work with.

She came out of the back as her [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1zuJvYD5MEc:6al9g339]new music[/url:6al9g339] blared - Ninja Gaiden by the MiniBosses. Sheâ€d almost kicked herself for not going for it sooner and picking Vanilla Ice's lame-ass Ninja Rap instead - this was a tune more people would actually recognize, done by one of her favorite bands based on one of her favorite games. As the opening guitar riff started up, she broke into a tumble and flipped down the aisle with all the skill of world-class gymnast, stopping when she reached the apron and grabbed the rope. A quick pull, a leap, and she bounded up like a slingshot, landing on the edge of the ring and flipping her way in. 10.0, all around, even from the Russian judge.

Cameras flashed, iPods recorded, people clapped, and she pumped her fist in the air, just soaking it all in as skipped to her corner.

“So ready.” She hopped up and sat on the top of the turnbuckle, fingers crossed under her chin as she waited for her opponent, raw tension building up in every muscle.

Johnny was really starting to wonder if standard matches actually existed in the league anymore. He sighed as he bounced on his heels backstage. Another weird match against a new girl who had supposedly taken the scene by storm. Even if it seemed like the odds were stacked against him, he still couldn't help but smile. As much as he sometimes wished he could just have regular matches, he loved the thrill that came with these tougher matches. If the girl was as tough as her record suggested, then that was even better. Johnny never felt like he could really go all out too much. He was strong. Really strong and even though the girls who wrestled were no slouches, he always felt a little bad about going too far.

He wasn't sure if it was fortunate or unfortunate, but it always seemed like the girls gave him no choice but to do so. Mostly because they were thrilled by the idea of bashing his balls. literally. Johnny put on a scowl at the thought. He really hoped this chick he was about to fight wasn't one of those types but with there being no disqualifications, and weapons being encouraged, he wondered. This could be his most dangerous fight yet.

When Johnny's [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mdu3EU6sbng:3mojg96z]music[/url:3mojg96z] began to play he raced down the ramp. The crowd cheered thoroughly for him. His good nature and toughness in the ring had garnered many fans, most of which were of the female persuasion. The girls who adored his charm and hot bod could be heard loudly even from the back. Johnny was dressed in a pair of baggy gym shorts, black wrestling boots and a black shirt done up in the Clash's "London Calling" album. It said "Tokyo Brawling" and it had a caricature of Johnny dropping a double ax handle into the back of a random female wrestler.

Johnny looked around the ramp as he approached the ring. Folded tables, chairs and ladders, waiting to be used were strategically placed around the ring. Things really COULD get dangerous. Johnny was even more excited as slid into the ring and hopped up.

Johnny glanced at his opponent. She was dressed up in a sexy ninja outfit. His eyes widened but he smiled. It was quite interesting. Johnny pulled off his shirt, revealing his gleaming musculature and tossing the shirt into the crowd. Another large wave of shrieks. Johnny then grabbed the ropes and gave them a firm tug, stretching in place before he turned and looked at Ninjette again.

"Should be pretty fun." He said. "Can't say I like the idea of chairs and junk. I like just using my body." Johnny said, clenching his fist and raising his arm a bit. "But, let's have some fun!" He said, extending his hand out as he smiled at Ninjette.

Ninjette had only barely settled into her seat when Johnny's music started up...was that...that was Punk, yeah. Not exactly the sort of thing she expected to hear much of on this side of the Pacific. Not bad, either; reminded her of her mosh pit days. Would have been a lot better without the rabid fan girls screaming from the back

By the time Johnny entered the ring, Ninjette had already started up her own, private headbanging session - she slowed it down to just a little bob as he crossed the ropes, getting a better look at him. She could see what the girls were screaming about - Johnny was easy on the eyes. Wasn't a fan of the hair - she was a strong believer in going natural, all the way; don't flaunt what you don't have. But aside from that? Nice. And from the look in his eyes, he was impressed by what he saw, too.

His eyes widened, her smile did the same, going into a devilish grin.

He took off his shirt, but fortunately Ninjette had the foresight to plug her ears before the wave of girlish screams came, giving her only minor hearing loss. Again - she sympathized. Johnny was a fine example of the male specimen - or, as they would have called it back home, a 'fine piece of ass'. Needless to say, she had to wade through more than a handful of yaoi fanfics when she Googled his name. More importantly, kid was built like the proverbial brick shithouse - hardly a scrap of fat on him, lean and mean in between. That'd be tough to deal with.

But she would deal with it.

He extended his hand and she gave him a playful shake with her foot, keeping her perch on the turnbuckle. "You don't want to use the stuff, it's on you, man. I'm running wild, though." She smirked and hopped off the turnbuckle, sashaying her way past him to the center of the ring, stretching her arms out along way. "But sure - I'm all for fun. Except, my idea of fun has you on the floor, face down. Fair warning."

She kept up her smile the whole time - just playing with him, making it clear. Seemed like a nice enough guy, really, she didn't want to hurt him. Oh, she had absolutely every intention of beating the sense out of him, if that's what it took, but she'd feel a little bad about it. A little.

"You ready?"

Johnny raised an eyebrow as she offered a foot instead of a hand. He gave it an awkward shake and then watched as she walked past him to the center of the ring. He turned his body to keep her in his field of vision, wondering if she might try and pull something sneaky.

Her words were also curious. Maybe she didn't quite understand him. He smiled at her and scratched the back of his head. "Well, I plan on winnin man. if it means I gotta beat you with a ladder, I guess that's what I gotta do." He said, still smiling. "I just don't wanna do it. Doesn't seem as fun." He said. He hoped he wouldn't have to use the equipment, but he already felt like he was probably going to have to.

When she asked if he was ready, Johnny raised his hands in the air. "I'm always ready, dude." The bell rang a few seconds later and Johnny tried to clear the distance between them quickly for a collar-elbow tie up.

Confident. Headstrong. Willing to exact copious amounts of violence on a fragile female form.

Yeah. This would be fun.

"That's were the creativity comes in - we can do a lot more than just beat each other around with the stuff." She spared a quick glance to one of the tables, as vague memories of the Hardie Boys started drifting back. "I got lots of ideas in mind."

She cracked her knuckles as his hands went in the air, and she moved in to tie up with him - or looked like she was, anyway. It was pretty damn obvious he was the stronger between them; going toe-to-toe like that would just end up with her being pushed back into a corner, or worse. Instead, she'll try to drop down before they can make contact and throw a quick punch, aiming right for the solar plexus.

Johnny's arms grabbed at nothing as Ninjette ducked down. He could have guessed she wasn't stupid enough to lock up but he had to try. She hadn't taken advantage of his hand shake, so maybe she wasn't just simply looking for dirty pool. When she dropped, his body tensed. He was expecting her to go right for his indefensible manhood, but she went higher and blasted a shot into his torso.

Johnny winced and stumbled back. "Urgh!"

It hurt, for sure, but he knew how to take a shot, especially in that general region. She hadn't caught him off guard, so she wasn't going to make reel, gasping for air. Johnny clenched his fists and tried to catch her with a short ranged clothesline with the arm that wasn't cradling his body, just to try keep her off guard and from following up quickly.

Not bad at all - abs of steel. Ninjette had sunk her fist into plenty of solar plexus...es? Plexi? 'Plexuses' sounded right. She'd sunken her first into plenty of solar plexuses in her day, but a good strike there usually made her opponents fold like a deck of cards - Johnny-Boy here was still standing and ready for more a second later, swinging out his arm to catch her with a clothesline, deadly at this range.

She brought up her arms and blocked the hit with her forearms, the force causing her to slide along the canvas on her taped feet, gritting her teeth as the impact hit, bone to bone - but she stayed upright. "Hard as you can hit, Johnny?"

She slid her hand down his arm from the block position, looking to catch him in the neck with a harsh chop - that was the way to take him down. Aim for the soft spots.

Johnny's eyes widened when she blocked the clothesline, skidding backwards as Johnny pushed with his strength. He furrowed his brow at her comment. He wanted to smile and say 'not even close' but he was focused on what he was doing.

Unfortunately, he couldn't get the wind up he wanted and was stuck, pulling back to reload when the fast chop snapped into his throat. Johnny's eyes widened and this time he was forced to stop as he was bent over slightly, coughing a bit as his face reddened.

Pay dirt - she had him down and coughing. Didn't matter if you were Pee-Wee Herman or Mike fucking Tyson - the right force in the right place could do wonders on the human body. If Johnny could get enough breath to form a complete sentence, he'd probably agree.

Ninjette wanted a quick followup, though - from what she'd read, he wasn't the type you wanted to give too much recoup time to. His match with Talia was a good example - she'd started out kicking his ass, but at the end of the day, she was the one submitting.

While he was bent over, she hopped to his side, raised her leg up in a full split, and brought it crashing down towards the back of his neck, going for the axe kick to end all axe kicks.

Johnny cursed himself as she bent him over with a chop. So this was the kind of girl she was? She might be tough to deal with but he was still thankful she wasn't going after his nuts. The rest, he figured, he could handle. He watched her swiftly move to the side and raise her leg, getting a peek at her spread legs. Johnny threw himself forward, turning his body and flopping to the side. Her heel slammed into his side.

Johnny grunted and fell to his hands and knees. That hurt, a lot but no where near as much as it would have if he had taken it in the neck. Dammit, he was still getting his ass kicked by this girl and that was really starting to get on his nerves.