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 Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 6:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 10:58 am
Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In between the bright lights
And the far unlit unknown
Growing up it all seems so one-sided
Opinions all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided
In the mass production zone
Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone
"Subdivisions" by Rush hits the PA with a brand new titantron featuring the recent highlights of Hiro. Finally, much to some anticipation, Hiro appears out from the back for the great WWE:E fans. He won over so many back during the pay per view inside of the Triple Cage with his awesome ability. Making it out onto the top of the ramp now, and donning a fresh new Hiro Shin-Mozas shirt that quite a few were wearing out in the crowd, the ethnic enigma began his descent upon the wrestling ring, slapping hands. (Subdivisions)
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
(Subdivisions)
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
Any escape might help to smooth the unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe the restless dreams of youth
Hiro finally reached the ring, sliding in and going for the nearest turnbuckle. He hopped up on it and threw up his arms, getting the crowd pumped for this match. "The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first...from Tokyo, Japan, by way of Havana, Cuba...Standing 6'3 and weighing in 240 pounds....He is the Ethnic Enigma, HIRO!" The fans let a nice pop once more for the introduction. Hiro hops off of the turnbuckle, walking around the ring as his music continued, doing his best to make the crowd cheer....and it was working. Finally, the Cuban-Jap took hold of a microphone laying in the corner of the ring. He took hold of it as his music died out. "Thank you all so much, really! I wouldnt have made it this far without you. Ys' know, when Kelly King left me for dead at the hands of Freakshow and Jamie Bader, I thought my career was dead and gone. Just absolutely decimated. I was wrong, however. An event like that actually caused me to go through a metamorphosis. I changed dramatically. My demeanor, my actions, my reasons, and my attitude, they all changed, and gave me the opportunity to get one more chance with you guys. That means the world to me, it reslly does. If there is anything I know, its that support helpa you achieve. I want to achieve great new heights not just for the people of Cuba and Japan, but also for each and everyone of you. Tonight I go toe to toe with a monster I know all too well. The Dreadnaught and I go to war once more, and I know the ramifications behind it. The winner of this match may very well be the next man to get their hands on Matt Shanahan. That person is gonna be me, and thats because I BELEIEVE it will be me. I sm gonna make everyone proud, all of you...by becoming the next Evolution CHAMPION!" The emphasis put on that last word got the crowd going with cheers. "Lets Go Hiro" chants broke out. The Ethnic Enigma threw up his arms and played up the crows once more as he waited for hia monster opponent and those ominous words... "All Rise"
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 8:15 pm
Suddenly the lights faded out, engulfing the arena in darkness. For a few moments the crowd sat in darkness, anticipation quickly engulfing them as they began an All Rise chant. Then from the black void of the arena's rafters a commanding, and dark voice spoke.All Rise...Motograter - Down "The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL. Introducing at this time, accompanied to the ring by his Uncle, The Messiah, Nathanial Creed. Weighing in at 483 pounds.. The Dreadnaught! DISSSCIPLLLLEE!!!"As the jerking sound of Disciple's theme hit the PA, the lights flashed and flickered to the beat of the song. Smoke began to pour out from the back and bellow out from a few points on the stage quickly covering the stage and ramp with a thick layer. Soon Disciple and the sinister Nathanial Creed appeared from the back with a slow and methodical walk. The crowd erupted with a mixed reaction. Smoke parted with each step he took. Disciple took his time, slowly approaching the ring, scanning the crowd from beneath his mask and hood. He stopped just inches from the apron, and reached up grabbing the top rope and pulled himself onto the apron. Nathanial however casually made his way up the steel steps and into the ring. Disciple stopped again, and looked across the crowd before stepped over the top rope and into the ring. He stopped as soon as both feet touched the canvas, and stared across the ring, at the official. He then slowly made his way to the center of the ring, where he would stop and began to remove his hood and trenchcoat with the assistance from his Uncle. The crowd was giving a defining mixed reaction for the pair. After removing his entrance attire, Disciple backed into one of the corners, as Nathanial made his way to ringside with Disciple's things. The Dreadnaught kept his empty gaze locked on Hiro from across the ring. He rolled his neck and shoulders as he awaited the sound of the bell.
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 1:30 am
Hiro was scared. No doubt about it, he never once defeated the Dreadnaught under legitimate means. The ref sounded for the bell as the fans let out a pop, instantaneously a hispanicly britsh sounding "Lets go Hiro" chant began. This got the Ethnic Enigma's heart pumping. He started to clap, the fans quickly joining in. Tonight it was Hero vs Monster. A Beacon of Hope vs A Black Hole of Darkness. The methodical and dastardly Nathanial Creed at ringside, Hiro knew the deck was slowly but surely being stacked against him....or was it? Perhaps that was just a mindset that the Cuban-Jap had for some reason. Everything was put into his life to hinder him. No more, thought Hiro. Just recently, the Ethnic Enigma realized that things were never swung into his favor because they were put there for him to overcome. They were put there to let him work harder. They were put there to let him show off. The Cuban-Jap had slowly began to realize it over time, and it seemed that right this moment, he believed it. Heading for the Dreadnaught's corner Confidently, Hiro attempted to immediately try to take it to him with a seriea of shots to the gut!
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 12:44 pm
The Dreadnaught stepped out from his corner, seeing Hiro marching forward, unhesitatingly filled the monster with curiosity. What has recently coming over the superstar have such confidence approached the behemoth? Tilting his head like a curious animal Disciple had allowed Hiro to get inside his reach. However he wasn't fast enough to stop the smaller man's shots. With each hit the monster took a small step back. Through he wasn't about to let Hiro take the upper hand. At least not so soon... With the crowd rallying behind Hiro, Disciple looked to crush their enthusiasm and wrap his massive around around Hiro with an elbow collar tie up, and then toss him back first into the corner.
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2014 9:35 pm
Just as planned the crowd's rally behind Hiro was completely shutdown. As they witnessed Hiro basically go from zero in the tie, to sixty as he basically thrown into the corner. Rolling his neck and shoulders in an intimidating fashion, The Dreadnaught approached. Obviously that display of power was nowhere near the extent of Disciple's capabilities. The monstrosity stepped right into Hiro's reach and looked to bring his tree trunk like thigh into his opponent's stomach as many times as he could within the Ref's five count.
As the match went on Nathanial had made his way around the ring. Now standing just outside Hiro's corner. Screaming at The Ethnic Enigma. "Take it! TAKE ALL OF IT!" Eliciting a heavy chorus of boos from the audience.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 6:48 pm
Just as the Ref had gotten to the count of four, Disciple backed off. However he wrapped one his hands around the back of Hiro's head and looked to direct him out of the corner. The Dreadnaught would then try and scoop Hiro up and throw him onto a shoulder, where he would look to drop him face first on the turnbuckle with a snake eyes.
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2014 8:42 pm
~Auto once more...~The snake eyes connected, and Hiro stumbled out of the corner in a daze. Disciple seeing his opponent on limp legs, would capitalize on the situation. He charged passed Hiro into the adjunct ropes, using them to add to his momentum, as he came careening back to level Hiro with a Divine Intervention!
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2014 11:54 am
Hiro side stepped! As Disciple ran in for the Divine Intervention, the Cuban Jap side stepped and fell to the mat, just managing to avoid the hellacious finishing maneuver. The fans were on their feet as FINALLY Hiro managed to do something other than get decimated!
((Sorry about the wait. Just paid the Cable bill today and got wifi back.))
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2014 7:53 pm
~It's all good. Your lucking I'm so nice and try to hold off on Auto wins for as long as possible. I had no idea your cable was out, was just ready to post an auto win.~ sweatdrop Just mere inches for connecting with one of his vintage signatures, The Ethnic Enigma had managed to dodge a train. However Disciple wasn't about to let one little mishap throw him off his game. He pursued after Hiro looking to lay some boots into his opponent's torso.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 2:16 pm
Hiro saw the Dreadnaught lumbering in, ready for those stomps, and deemed it fit to aim several kicks for the left knee of the monster, hoping to slow him down and prolong any stomping attempts for the time being. It truly was now or never for Hiro to get back into this, and one can only imagine how much he really had left in the tank?
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 4:00 pm
Just as Disciple lifted his leg to bring it down on Hiro, his other leg had a sharp pain shooting through it. Feeling the first kick, Disciple stumbled back, holding back on trying to fight through the pain and risking several more shots to his leg. The Dreadnaught, tended to his leg, after the years of people targeting it, Disciple knew better then to let someone repeatedly strike at them. Taking a stand next to the ropes, Disciple reached down and grabbed at his leg, kicking it out to get any kinks out of it.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 8:55 pm
Hiro made it onto his hands knees now, crawling across the ring by the ropes, looking to get to the other corner to pull himself back up into this match, should he, he would hope to entice the Dreadnaught, get his attention, try to make him mad. He would holler at him, "Come and get me", doing the classic Dwayne Johnson "Come get some" hand gesture. If the Dreadnaught fell for Hiro's antics, and ran at him in the corner, Hiro would pull himself out of the way at the last second, hoping to send Disciple ramming into the turnbuckle!
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2014 12:00 pm
((Auto Hit))
Disciple came charging in at Hiro, the beast losing his cool with Hiro's taunting, much to Creed's dismay. Disciple rammed into the turnbuckle as Hiro just barely got out of the way of his old rival, and the stunned Disciple took a few steps back. It was time for Hiro to strike as he left, put an arm around the Dreadnaught"s neck, and attempted to plant him back first on the mat with a hard Zig-Zag!
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2014 10:07 pm
Stumbling out of the corner, Disciple rubbed at his chest. He was too busy tending to the pain then figuring out which way Hiro took out of the corner. Which left the monster open. Taken down by the Zig-Zag, The Dreadnaught's massive frame shook the ropes on impact. The big man rolled to his side, arching his back in pain as one hand tended to his back and the other tended to the back his skull.
Nathanial stood at ringside slapping the apron in frustration, and hitting the bottom ropes with his cane. Pacing back in forth basically fuming.
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