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

Taylor started like she was going to run to Johnny the moment his feet hit the floor, but she stopped herself. Her heart was pounding, but she managed to sound confident.

"Don't worry about Bree, man, she's got me!" She grinned as she skipped off around the ring. She paused halfway as she drew closer to King... The last thing she needed was to end up being a distraction. "You go take care of that giant pussy, and I'll handle the kitty cat."

She allowed herself to look toward Bree, and there was much more worry on her face than there had been in her tone.

King is back up to his feet and watching, looking to see where that asshole Johnny is and hes up near the tables, flipping his fingers along the way at the beast, slightly tick him but not too much, his ass hurting right now, fucking Johnny.

At least the last man standing IN the ring is Killer King, showing his proud strength and superior over his opponent with his flexing arms as the crowd booing at him, more so than cheers. Then while he watches Johnny seeing him recovering from couple of hard hits by King, his opponent wife just going around the ring like he was thinking shes going to attack blindsiding him, but it isnt the case, it looks like shes going come closer to Bree to free her somehow, made King laughs.

"HA! You can go ahead and try freeing her bitch..... but, you need the key, I dont have it, my CREW have the key, which they're banned here, good luck with that!"

The beast turns to face Johnny, not worry about Bree since shes all chained up and tied against the ring post like suppose to be a good pet and stay there. For him, he decided to slowly heading to the ropes and stepping out between him to get up close and personal against Johnny.

johnny growled as King began flexing, but even as the crowd supported Johnny's hatred for King, the words the large man spoke next really were worse than a kick to the gut. His eyes widened and he glanced between Bree and Taylor.

"Shit..." He muttered under his breath. King really was the sickest bastard. He didn't have time to worry about that though. King made a mistake. Hopefully it was his bravado, but he was coming after Johnny. The silver haired boy ran at King as he stepped through the ropes. he hoped he could grab the burly man's leg and yank him through and off the apron before King could get down.

King wont have to worry too much of that bitch Taylor is trying to get Bree free, so his main focus is turning to face Johnny and need to knock the shit out of him, then, King will be victorious over his stupid ass punk and his wife, both will never ever facing him again after this is over.

The beast heading towards to his opponent and stepping out of the ring, just as he was about to slip out he see Johnny grabbing his leg and yanking him, slipping out and tumbling onto the ring apron before falling hard on the outside floor. "UGH!"

Remember that quote he hears a lot.... 'The bigger they are, the harder they fall'..... indeed it hurts a lot for a big man himself to fall from the ring, landing on the apron and outside floor like that, groaning, he tries to pushing himself up on all fours recovering from the stunning fall. "Fuck..."

That felt good. Watching King drop was definitely the kind of thing he needed to gain some momentum. However, he couldn't rest on his laurels and the adrenaline of the match was starting to fuel him.

As King got to his hands and knees, Johnny would reach for one of the muscle bound masked man's meaty arms and try and tug him into an Irish whip. He didn't want to send him too far, though. His intent was to send him crashing into the announcer's table.

King stung from a big fall like that, trying to pushes himself up before thinking terrible things to Johnny front of everyone and both his wife and ally. But then he can feel his arm being grabbed and pulling up just to be whipped hard right into the ring announcer table.

"Gahhh fuck!" King back getting slammed into the ring announcer, didnt think Johnny was strong enough to whip him like that, then again he was lifted up to slam down in his Death Valley Driver that time ago, King is really pissed off right now. "Grrrr...."

Johnny was satisfied with whipping King into the announcers table but he didn't think it was going to slow the masked giant down.

Johnny hopped up onto the ring apron and turned around. He bent his knees and leapt, looking to smash King through the table with his hard body.

King groans as his back is slammed into the announcer table, grunting as he looks up towards to the ring where Johnny is climbing back in, not exactly though, he turned to jump right at King hoping to take him down with him.

"GRRR!" He would try catching Johnny in his arms, using him to drape his stomach on his right large shoulder, holding his body, using his face trying to run to the steel pole and smashing his fuckin face in it. "RAHHH!"

King popped up quicker than Johnny was expecting. No, he should not have given King even the second of time he had hopping onto the apron. He wriggled for just a second as he was caught by King and hefted onto his shoulder. He knew what was coming next and there didn't seem like much he could do about it.

As King cleared the distance, Johnny threw out his arms and hoped to catch the pull before King could ramp him into it. His arms folded but he managed to catch it. He let them curl up and his face slammed into them, his arms crushed between the pole and his body. His face had been saved, but he was still in pain. The impact hadn't exactly been soft.

he groaned as he was still perched on King's shoulders like a burlap sack. His right arm swung at King, just trying to club his stupid mask. It wasn't that he could put much power behind his punches. They were more like a distraction.

King managed to catch Johnny in his arms, he is actually fairly light like a pussy that King kicked ass all the time, turning Johnny over on his shoulder and start charging for the steel post which he did rammed into it but not his face, his arms actually protected him and still able to fight back, clubbing his head whatever he got left of strength in his arms. "Grrrrr.... you piece of shit.... why dont you knock out!"

The beast decided to take a step back and letting Johnny go, AFTER taking a step forward, pulling Johnny head down and leaning forward, fling him over and down aiming to slam his back right on top of the steel steps to let him go, that'll teach him.