Johnny Higurashi vs Ninjette - [TLC Match]

Time seemed to slow down as she noticed a shadow cast over her in shape of a flying Johnny Higurashi. She looked up, eyes like saucers, just in time to see him coming down towards her in a splash, and she had just enough time to voice her surprise in as eloquent a way as she knew how.

"Holy shit!"

Yeah, from the looks of things, Johnny had a little bit of a high-flyer in him, as 161 pounds of Higurashi came crashing down on 121 pounds of New Jersey Ninja - it was all she could to push the table away, just enough to keep her from going through the damned thing as Johnny crashed on her chest, flattening him under her as the audience roared.

"Heh." Even still, through it all, she managed a smirk, though it was mixed with a wince as she squirmed underneath him. "All this attention - got to watch it, married man. Keep it up and a girl might get interested in something that's not on the market."

Johnny grinned as he crashed against Ninjette. Landing something like that always felt good. They were wrestling, not playing pattycake. What was the point if you didn't take a risk. The payoff was worth it, that was for sure. Unfortunately, crashing into Ninjette only broke his fall enough for her to take most of the damage. He rose off her slowly and reached out to roughly grab hold of her hair.

He met her eyes still grinning. "Still having fun?" He said. "And if you think I'm tough, you don't wanna piss off my wife." Johnny would try and hurl Ninjette head first towards the steel steps. A good piece of furniture to kick off the the more hardcore part of the match.

And now someone was grabbing her hair - she wondered how long it would take for that to happen. The only real surprise was why it took so long - she had more than a handful, prime for grabbing, and Johnny took full advantage as he lifted her up.

She was sent through the air, heading towards the steel steps at terrible, terminal velocity - she managed to get her arm up, softening the impact against her head, but it was still pretty nasty - just not cripplingly so, not enough to keep her down. She oversold the pain - but not by much - falling to her knees, with her hand leaning on the staircase for support.

"Having...a ball." She looked over her shoulder and tried to nail Johnny with an elbow in his ribs when he got close - not much, but maybe enough to buy some time. "And maybe I do want to piss your wife off. Can never have too much fun, right?"

Johnny was satisfied when he threw Ninjette into the steel steps. It was a good start. He knew it wasn't a finish but she did sell it quite well. He smiled as he came close to her, only to be hit with the surprise elbow. He stiffened up when the elbow hit, pausing as he winced. A nice, quick shot but only enough to stall him for the moment.

Partially bent over, Johnny reached out again with one hand to try and grab Ninjette's long hair once more. "Heh... Somethin like that, dude."

The shot just bought her a second, but that was better than nothing - helped her catch her breath a little and clear her head, if nothing else, though Johnny was right on in the next instant.

Again with the hair-pulling! Okay, she had something for that, this time.

She let him pull her up a bit, hissing as he tugged on her scalp, just enough for her to be able to reach his hair above her - she'll grab a hold with both hands and fall straight on her butt, driving his jaw into the top of her head for a...a...well, she wasn't even sure the move had a name. Kind of a like a Stone Cold Stunner, only using her skull instead of her shoulder to do the damage.

Johnny pulled at Ninjette's hair, looking to put her in a position for a punch or a chop. Something to keep her reeling. When she grabbed his hair back and he felt the tug on his spiky locks, he couldn't help but smile. It was so rare for HIM to get HIS hair pulled, except at home. Caught off guard by the painful, yet thrilling experience, Ninjette was able to drive their skulls together.

Johnny fell backwards onto his own butt, raising his hand to his head and trying to blink away the pain. "Shit..." He said muttered. That was a dirty trick and she doesn't even know WHY!.' He thought as he rubbed his forehead.

It wasn't exactly the most pleasant thing for Ninjette; the hard bone cracked her on the top of her, stung a bit, felt like getting thumped with a bat. Might get a lump, there. She imagined it was a lot worse for Johnny, though, and that was confirmed when turn around in time to see him falling on his ass, stunned for a precious moment - one she wanted to seize, even if meant getting a little crazy.

She turned back to the steps, jumped up on top of them, and did a full back flip and spun through the air in a makeshift moonsault - risky, but she was banking on the sheer craziness of it all taking Johnny off guard. Plus, it was fun as hell. No point in being a ninja if you couldn't milk this sort of thing, every now and then.

Johnny looked up in time to see Ninjette pivot. He thought she might be headed back into the ring, going to grab a chair or table or anything but her quick moonsault. Johnny's eyes widened. He wasn't really in a position to stop or deter her. All he could do was through out his arms and try and kind of catch er as her body crashed into his and pinned him against the ground, underneath her chest.

His hands were wrapped around her waist but it was a loose grip and even if it was tight, it wasn't exactly a good position for him to be in. At least, as far as fighting went. Despite being in pain, Johnny's cheeks were quite red.

Just as she expected, Johnny was taken by surprise - using unconventional moves was a good way to score good hits in a match, she was learning. She came down hard on him, just as she expected. The position, though - that she didn't expect. Or want.

Awkward.

Despite the taunting from earlier, Ninjette really wasn't the type to be moving in on another woman's man; like she didn't have more than enough drama in her life without throwing a love triangle. Maybe it was nothing, maybe it was her imagination - though she wasn't imagining Johnny's red face. Or her own.

Ninjette decided to bring the mood back to normal, the only way she knew how - with excessive violence.

"One sec." She rolled off him on her back, tumbling all the way around to her feet and landing in a crouch. Grabbing a chair beside her, she lifted it up and smiled at him from behind the steel. "Know what you said before...but I think it's time we gave the people what they paid to see. Agree? Disagree?"

Johnny helped Ninjette along with a hearty shove, eager to escape the position as well and got to a crouch a bit slower than Ninjette spryly hopped to her feet. he watched her pick up the chair and he narrowed his eyes and clenched his fist. This was a bad spot. he couldn't back up at all and as tough as his body was, taking a chair shot wasn't something he could just shrug off.

"Yeah..." Johnny breathed, grinning at Ninjette. Johnny uncoiled his muscles and sprang towards Ninjette. He threw his balled fist upwards at the ninja girl. He could do something surprising too, if not far more stupid than an impromptu moonsault. he launched at punch at the chair. If he could catch her off guard, he might be able to punch it away. If he couldn't, at least his hand would eat the chair instead of his head. He could deal with the former, much easier, especially considering he might be able to pick up some momentum and shoulder tackle her tot he ground in the process.