Mike wasn't ready for the massive mitt to be grasped around his throat as he felt his feet start to dangle off the ground.  Awkwardly kicking lightly in the air Mike had to try to get his fingers into the giant hand to try and relieve some of the force closing in on his neck and not pass out.  "Hong needs to stop talking in the 3rd person..."  Mike gasped out as he started to swing his legs back and forth.  "Better yet, Hong needs to go up another octave..."  With that Mike swung back his right leg as far back as it'd go and with as much momentum he could muster swung it towards the space between Hong's legs.

If Hong's grip loosened enough that Mike was able to pull himself out of the hold, the wrestler got a seriously needed breath of air.  The Rage City putrid musk was never so good as Mike huffed it in and out for a moment as he was on a knee.  When he looked up and saw Hong though was upright Mike quickly got back to his feet.  Taking a step back and rubbing his right leg a bit before stepping forward, unloading a superkick onto Hong's chin.  He didn't contact it perfectly seeing as how the porker was tall.  But his been able to land the superkick on higher targets before.