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 Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2016 10:24 pm
One is for envy
And one just for spite
The cuts in my heart
They show in your eyes
Don’t make it better
The twisting knife
Turns all by itself
On to someone else
Your self-liberation
Will leave this behind
Beyond slings and arrows
That rain on our minds
You’ll make it better
Shake it off
It never mattered anyway
If we don’t make it alive
Well it’s a hell of a good day to die
All our light that shines strong
Only lasts for so long
And it’s ashes to ashes again
Should we even try to pretend?
All our light that shines strong
Only lasts for so long
"Half-Truism" by The Offspring played over the PA system as a video package began on the titantron. It started with Hiro Shin-Mozas in a WWF:G ring, causing the arena to erupt with cheers, almost drowning out the music. It continued with stills of Hiro standing across the ring from Kujaku and Freakshow, matches with several stars like Bad Boy, Cartwright, and others. Finally, it cut to the footage of him falling off of the top of a ladder after pulling down the Money in the Bank briefcase, watching him fall through a set of tables. The next still frames included him facing Trent, tag teaming with Cartwright, going to war with Nuke Fusion. Finally, the music paused itself and video of the night prior began to play, showing the triple threat match between Cartwright, Miranda Rose and Matt Draven at War Games. The match went on, Cartwright being dominated at points, until the end of the match. Cue "Half-Truism" picking back up, Hiro stormed out from the back with his Money in the Bank briefcase, rushing into the ring and taking out Matt Draven with a spear. Following it up he drove a knee down into the face of Miranda, and locked Cartwright in the Lotus Lock, causing the former champion after nearly a minute and a half of being locked in the submission to finally tap out, awarding Hiro with his first ever championship in WWF:G. The lights in the arena went back on and the fans cheered loudly as it was revealed that on the stage was the band, The Offspring! They were preforming "Half-Truism" live during the video package. Dexter Holland got his band ready, and within a few moments of the package ending, they began to play their instruments once more. Show me how to lie
You’re getting better all the time
And turning all against the one
Is an art that’s hard to teach
Another clever word
Sets off an unsuspecting herd
And as you step back into line
A mob jumps to their feet
Now dance, ********, dance
Man, he never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you
And now you steal away
Take him out today
Nice work you did
You’re gonna go far, kid
With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit ‘em right between the eyes
Hit ‘em right between the eyes
When you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See ‘em running for their lives The band began preforming their hit "You're Gonna Go Far, Kid." as the fans let out a massive pop and gave a standing ovation. From the back, wearing his wrestling gear and with the WWF:G Legacy Championship high above his head, came the new champion, Hiro Shin-Mozas. He walked out and stood in front of The Offspring, holding the belt up in the sky for all to see. As the cheering crowd continued, Hiro fist bumped Dexter and made his way down the ramp, high fiving a few fans on his way down to the ring. He walked up the steps, grabbing a microphone that was laying down on them specifically for him. Hiro entered the ring, and once more, he raised the belt high above his head with pyro shooting up from behind him on the apron. Another loud pop from the crowd followed, naturally. The Offspring finally finished their performance and saluted the crowd and champ before heading backstage. Now, with enough quiet to constitute Hiro speaking, the champ did just that. "...You know, believe it or not, this is my first championship in this company. I was never a tag team champion, I was never your intercontinental champion. I hadn't done much else around here except run the company as the GM, win what is called the worst Royal Rumble in history, and I, of course, won what is also called one of the worst matches ever in it's history, Money in the Bank. Obviously my track record must suck, right? Worst this, worst that, worst everything. Well, ladies and gentlemen...those are just opinions. They were never fact, they were just opinions. My whole career has been opinion, after opinion, after opinion. 'This guy sucks'. 'Oh, you're never going to make it. You're too annoying, too terrible, too stupid'. For the first couple of years no one had anything good to say about me. Even lately, the past few years, some people haven't been able to really say too many good things about me. However...Boy oh boy, did I go out there and show them something last night. I've been a world champion before. I've been a champion quite a few times in multiple places, but this is special because it is my first time being a champion right here in WWF:G. Last night I got to stand there and win the Legacy Championship in a match with two legends, Cartwright and Matt Draven, two guys Im sure I havent seen the end of. I also got to share it with Miranda Rose, a woman that's got a future, but doesn't have a role in the present right now, a present day where I stand atop the mountain. There's a lot of people backstage right now that have held this championship, but let me tell you, there was a guy last night that you all knew was here and that I'm glad got to see me win this championship." Hiro looked down at the belt that he lowered down to his side, lifting it up a bit to get a good hard look at the name plate which bared his name, almost to help him make sure this was all real. "Long ago, I had a problem with a guy. It was a David vs. Goliath type of deal, but I made it out of it alive. Though, I gotta say, for the longest time I had absolutely no faith in my future. I didn't think I'd ever catch a break anywhere, never get to be the multiple time world champion that I am now. I told him long ago that I would one day blaze my own path to the top, do things differently from other. I told him I was persevere...and I did. It doesn't quite matter now, however. Those words, those feelings...they're of a past life. Any critics I had last week, last year, or several years ago, they were shut down last night, permanently. Though, I'll be honest with you...I don't really care if they were shut down. I dont need to earn their respect. Im certainly not the champion to appease them, or better yet, to prove them wrong. I am the champion because I wanted to do something for myself. I wanted to do something to earn my own respect back. Well damn, you better believe I did it. The only thing I can tell you now is that I'm living proof that trying to do something to prove others wrong wont get s**t done. However, doing stuff to prove yourself wrong...well, if you work that way, you're gonna end up going far, kid." Hiro smirked and raised the belt above his head once more, the fans letting out another loud pop. A few tears welled up in Hiro's eyes as a very dreary smile came across his face. He slowly brought the belt back down to his side, lifting up the microphone again. "It feels like something died last night, though. Something within me. Like...Wining this championship finally got rid of a huge road block within me. I couldn't be happy until I did this, until I came into WWF:G, and I became its world champion, and joined that list of former champions....until I proved myself wrong. Now that I've done it...I dont see like there's much for me to go out and do. A year ago, I was done. I was leaving WWF:G, and I was going to leave for good. However, someone came out and kept me from being able to leave. See, that's where I lose that mentality. The whole, I've got nothing left to do, and I want out mentality. For one, something major I really need to do, is main event Wrestlemania, and WIN. I've gone there before but I went a loser, and now, I plan on going in and kicking a** all over Dallas, Texas! However, the more important thing...I've got some revenge to seek. There's a reason why Im dressed and ready to fight here tonight, and why I wasn't booked for a match already...because I had a challenge I wanted to make myself. Hell, I'll even put the Legacy Championship on the line. I just want this one match, right here, right now...to tie up one last loose end. I've dealt with Gods, I've dealt with Dragons, I've dealt with Airplanes, I've dealt with Witches, I've dealt with Demons, I've dealt with Kings, I've dealt with the best, the worst, Jaws, everyone! However, theres one guy who has alluded even my best attempts to shut him down." The fans, as is the theme, got ridiculously loud over the prospect of a championship match here tonight. Hiro turned to the titantron and completely changed his demeanor. "Right now, I demand you come out and face me in a match like a man. I know you're back there, I saw your s**t car in the parking lot, I could smell your cologne a mile away. You say you're retired, but I know your a** would do anything to steal some spotlight, and there's no better way to do it then winning the WWF:G Legacy Championship...so get your a** out here, FREAKSHOW!" Oh that was it. If you're at home watching this with headphones and the volume turned all the way up, you're probably deaf. The fans were LOSING IT. "Freakshow's-a-cow-ard" chants began, followed by many more chants in favor of the champion. Hiro flipped his belt on to his shoulder and started to pace about the ring, waiting for a response, anything! ((Planned))
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2016 2:12 am
Well, you went uptown riding in your limousine
With your fine Park Avenue clothes
You had the Dom Perignon in your hand
And the spoon up your nose Well well well let''s see what we have here if it isn't Mr. C+ himself Hiro Shin-Mozas trying to call out the big dog the cash money millionaire without a dime to spare for kids with bad hair and not enough drawing power for the ink to dry on their independent contract before they contact a serious case of the you're getting your s**c a** fired blues. How about this. How about we conduct a list of the bad things that could happen from calling out the CEO of WWFG. The CEO. That meant he had all the money. That meant he had all the money. Oh yeah. The list. Ok. Why don't we shoot. Historically when someone calls out Freakshow what must one prepare for. 1. He won't show up. 2. He'll send someone else. 3. He'll come with more people than you. So as the chrome plated Hummer limo pulled up through the gorilla position with gold rims and a twenty thousand dollar stereo system blasting his own entrance music, the hit Billy Joel single Big Shot, it was apparent that Freakshow most certainly would not be rolling alone. The vehicle which emitted enough toxic emissions to permanently alter the mini biome created by the WWFG arena pulled up at the bottom of the ramp. The horn honked rapidly a few times as inexplicably confetti began falling from the sky for none other reason than that he could afford to do so. The Emperor of Grey Goose slowly exited the elongated gas guzzler with a big fat cuban cigar clenched in his teeth, adorned in a diamond studded military garb as befitting his coup of WWFG. Already holding a microphone he raises a hand in the air. "Welcome to the Marauder's Republic of the World Wrestling Federation: Syndicate.." Holding his hand in the air to silence the audience he unequivocally fails. Looking back over his shoulder he nods prompting the back doors of the luxury vehicle to swing open. Out come three men armed in SWAT uniforms. As to what certification these men actually had one could raise a few questions. Irregardless of this fact Freakshow most certainly had the capital to legitimize such an enterprise. Advancing towards the ring whilst twirling the microphone in his fingers he steps up the ring steps slowly and gingerly making sure that he security remain on the outside of the ring.
"It's a real shame that my first act of business as our supreme leader has got to be such an ugly one. You see, I understand your rationale Hiro Shin-Mozas. You won that Legacy Championship. Fair and square. Right down the middle. It's yours. Not only is it yours, but it means something. That's right. All those times I told you that you wouldn't amount to s**t? All of those times that I said you weren't a draw? All of those times I said that you couldn't wrestle your way out of a paper bag?"Freak pauses. It appeared that the cold blooded retiree had experienced a very slight change of heart. That's how it appeared at least. It also appeared that his hair hadn't been growing back as fast as he would have liked for it to be and that his complexion hadn't gotten very much better. But let's not dwell too much on the health of a man who may or may not soon be winning an award for contacting Hepatitis C. Shrugging he enters the ring. Straightening up his suit as the security waits patiently at ringside. Whatever veneer of civility the CEO of WWFG had put on was severely undercut by the presence of his private task force.
"The lineage of that title that you have around your waist. Matt Stone. Cartwright. Chrono Clepsydra. Nuke Fusion. Rhamm. Christina Parks. Hell. I even won that bad boy. No longer can I stand here in front of you and say many of the things that I would very, very much like to say about you're worth as a performer becuase that, that strap ya got right there? That's prestige. Yes it is. Honor. Tradition. Lineage. These are all things that the Legacy Championship represents in this industry. For me to deny you years of history. For me to look you in the eyes and say that you're anything other than the franchise of the company would be blasphemy. Even worse, for me to deny one last shot at the title? Well, I'd be spitting in the face of everyone that build not only this company but this sport." The Marauder enters the ring. "So here I am. Looking across at the man in WWFG. I got everything I could want in this company but that belt that he has. Someone that quite frankly, makes me want to vomit at the sound of his voice. And he's giving me, the CEO, an opportunity to take the ultimate prize and become the ultimate power in WWFG. To elevate this brand, this promotion, to heights further than it has ever been. To revolutionize this sport with a bout that his has never happened and that nobody ever thought would happen. At the Royal Rumble. Freakshow vs Hiro Shin-Mozas. For the WWF:G Legacy Title. For all the marbles. A bout that if I lose, I might as well just step down.."The businessman swings himself inbetween the ropes to look at his opponent smiling as he looks the Puerto Rican up and down. The entire arena was rumbling. It was true. Freak had everything. He had the promotion. He had the money. He had taken all the risks he could. Had the New Yorker reached his ceiling? With every thing to lose was his simply bored enough to want to risk it all in one go. "But you know what? I don't give a ******** about any of that. I don't care about this company. I don't care about the ratings. I don't care about the merchandise sales. I don't care about it's prestige. I don't even care about whether or not it turns a profit for the shareholders because I come from a different school of economics than my predecessors here in WWFG. While I would love to stand here and teach you the in's and out's of the classic pump and dump I'm simply going to lay out the bottom line right here in front of you. With me in charge this company isn't projected to last more than a year. That's right. I'm going to suck it dry until it's a husk. Bankruptcy. Total liquidation. Do you know what that means? That means, as it relates to that belt right there.." The CEO swallows. Looking back at his security boys then back at Hiro. He straightens his tie taking a deep breath before sighing, his lip curling into a reprehensible smirk.
"It's a 24 karat prop wrapped around a historical footnote. There are no gods. There are no dragons. There are no kings. There are no witches. There are no demons. There is only money my friend. This is reality and reality dictates that to the victor go the spoils. So I'm going to solve this problem the easy way. You, Hiro Shin-Mozas, are fired."
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2016 2:43 am
Hiro fiddled with the belt slung over his shoulder as Freakshow made his way to the ring and spoke his piece. Hiro was feeling pretty good about himself while Freakshow feigned complimenting him, talking up the new Legacy Champion for accomplishing such a feet. Freakshow then got into his fake 'hype-man' mode. Started talking about a match. On last chance to be champion. A match, at the Royal Rumble. However, everything started to come crashing down within moments. Freakshow revealed just how little he cared about the company he apparently owned and ran. Hoping it would die, looking to take what little money from it he could before it was all said and done. He then followed it up by insulting the title it took Hiro six years to attain. The fans were booing the businessman heavily, and it took Hiro a lot to keep from jumping at him and knocking him right out. However, it was when those last three words were muttered that Hiro's head nearly exploded with anger. "You are fired." A stunned crowd could do nothing but boo. Hiro's eyes got wide as he dropped the title to the ground, a stare locked dead on Freakshow. How...How on his first night as champion...was...How did...How did this guy even become the CEO? How did he even get the right to do this? Hiro dropped down to his knees in front of Freak, the shock splattered all over him like egg on his face. Hiro slowly brought the microphone to his mouth again, stammering out but one word. "...N-n....N...No..."
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2016 2:56 am
"Oh god... Please..." Freak leans against the ropes has Hiro falls to his knees. Three of the armed guards come into the ring with handcuffs. Putting his hand against the side of his face his rests his elbow on the ropes looking down at the individual in front of him. He'd expected to have been attacked. Well, on some level Freak always expected to be attacked on account of the fact that no one liked him. But this. This was just kind of sad. He couldn't help but feel somewhat sad for putting the Champion in such a predicament. It was only several years ago that Freak had been in the exact same position, having won the very same belt, losing it at the very next show just as Hiro was currently. The only difference was that the Marauder had lost it in a match. The Puerto Rican wouldn't even be given the honor of a defense. Unceremoniously. Coldly. It had been stripped of him. Gone just like that. Softening his gaze slightly as the security cuffs him to escort him up the ramp Freak sighs, exhaling smoke from the cigar. "No too tight. Be real gentle with him."
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2016 6:55 pm
Attention full-blown on the ring, why would anyone expect anything to happen at this point? The Champ had been fired and was about to be escorted in handcuffs from the ring. Surely there was no one on the roster who would stand up against the head honcho of WWFG? The big daddy? Mein fuhrer?
A guitar riff rang out, beginning the theme of Vigilante by Planet of Zeus.
For seven days and nights, he hasn't shut no eye
He's watching
He's bound to stop the lies, he's never in disguise
He's lurking
He knows the time has come to make things right
The time has come to get up!
All attention turned to the ramp as a man not seen in months stood there, eyes fixed on the ring, not moving an inch. Microphone in one hand and lead pipe in the other was The Prodigy, former Legacy Champion .. Nuke Fusion.
No mercy for the traitors
Your days are over now
One way ride to meet your maker
Vigilante is gonna take you down
No mercy for the traitors
Show respect, take a bow
He'll hunt you down!
The new music rang vibrantly as the same old Nuke stood there, just watching. The SWAT team had their attention taken away as well, as Fusion started to walk down the ramp.
The music began to fade out.
"Oh yes, you're damn ******** right. I'm back. Send your boys down here now so I can dispose of them and have a little chat with you, my good man Freak."
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2016 7:07 pm
A lump slides down Freaks throat. His face red a bead of sweat forms on his "hairline" as he looks towards the ramp at the savior of WWFG. Yelling into the mic he points his shaky finger at the legend barking orders at the first one of his SWAT members.
"MARK! Get him!"
Removing his head gear the SWAT member nearest to the ramp reveals himself to be the Nigerian Tearjerker, the Innovator of the Laundlock, Mark Laundre! Bumbling towards Nuke Fusion the woefully mismatched lackey holds his hands over his head menacingly letting out a primal roar as he clasps a double axe handle charging straight for Fusion.
"GET HIM!"
Standing on the bottom rope and almost leaning out of the ring spit flies from his mouth as he commands the Original Playa from New Africa blusters towards the enemy of the state. Stepping back to prepare for a potential retreat he pays little mind to the mind directly behind him, Hiro.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2016 7:10 pm
Nuke smirked and watched as the man rang towards him. He threw the microphone aside as Laundre ran at him. Side-stepping the incoming brute, he swung the pipe at the back of his knee, bringing him crashing to the ground with ease. Another swift blow to the ankle came hard and fast, as Fusion continued his march towards Freakshow.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2016 7:20 pm
Hiro was brought up to his feet, but before he could be cuffed, his knight in British armor made an appearance. Albeit the last time these two had seen each other they were in one helluva destructive match, leaving Nuke gone until this very moment. Hiro was able to quickly grab his title from the ground assuming the other SWAT members were going to assume the defense of Freak. He, however, was not going to stay out of this fight. He attempted to rush forward and knock into Freakshow, hoping to send him over the ropes and down onto the floor below to meet Nuke Fusion!
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2016 7:25 pm
Tumbling over the top rope and flopping to the outside of the ground Freak splats into the thinly padded floor. Sitting up against the side of the ring he looks up at the slowly approaching Nuke Fusion with wide eyed terror as the other two SWAT members are nowhere to be seen. "Oh no..." He clutches at his chest, puffing his cheeks up trying to feign his way out of what seemed to be an inevitable thrashing. "My heart!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2016 7:31 pm
As he got close to Freakshow, Nuke looked up at the other two 'SWAT' members in the ring. They hadn't moved, and they also didn't look like they would any time soon either, for that matter. Pointing the pipe directly at Freak, Fusion nodded to himself and kept his eyes on the man who was planning on bringing WWFG to it's knees.
"I want to see you beg. On your knees right there, I want to see you beg, I want to see tears in your eyes ..
If not, I'll make you bleed like you've never bled before. And don't make the mistake of thinking that your two friends up there are going to help you. Not only have they just seen me crush the ankle of their third member of there, but by the time they move in that SWAT armor, I'll have your skull dented in.
Now."
Nuke motioned at the floor for Freak to go on his knees.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2016 7:48 pm
SI-SI-SI-SINISTER SYN-SYN-SYNDICATE
TOOOOOO SWWWWEEEEEEEET! Echoed throughout the arena, as the WWFG Pure Champion had stepped out from the curtain, evidently this man was the highlight of this week's WWFG Legacies, he's been everywhere. Sunglasses adorning his face once more ' Whoa, Whoa, Whoooooa... Hold on a second here... I got something to say here..." he spoke adjusting his sunglasses, an arrogant look upon his face. " I've been trending worldwide all night...' Chrono chuckled, as he looked at his phone, and then put it back in his shirt pocket. " But all joking aside... I do apologize for the interruption of these... Festivities... But I was in the back, watching this, how I was going to address a few things... It got me thinking to myself as show went on, just how the elephant in the room, the elephant in the very small room... I mean let's face it, this isn't the most idiotic thing to happen this month.. Top five may...be...' Chrono spoke counting fingers on his free hand, and then adjusted his championship adorning his shoulder. " I mean the goat ******** telling everyone to run, the transvestites, Jaws getting yet another title shot, and then there's this a*****e...' The champion held his hand out towards the direction of Freakshow, darting his head towards the crowd. " I know all the death matches, and the young men slapping you in the face with their junk has done a number on your body, and your memory.. So I'm gonna spell something out for you Freak... The Sinister Syndicate... We don't work for you... Quite the contrary, you kind of work for... Well us...Or you forgot that you signed your assets from the Midnight Marauders Incorporated which was financed by yours truly to the Sharpshooter Society, a subsidiary of the Sinister Syndicate... Surely you remember right? ' The crowd shocked with these turn of events, gasped. Hanging on the word of the Pure Champion, as the SWAT members paused in their actions. ' So here's how it's going to go... At least in my eyes, and I'm sure my associates can have their own opinion on things... But.. Hiro? He can be uncuffed.. I mean sure you're the 'General manager' but we still own you...And well.. Having him fired isn't best for business after all, but you know what IS best for business? Hiro, by the way congrats champ.. And Nuke over there? Welcome back old friend.. Well, they're going to beat your a** until there's nothing left... And the camera guys? Well they're going to film each and every agonizing moment of your a** kicking, and we're going to sell DVDs of that footage... Because someone's got to put money into a company that was barely salvageable from it's previous owner.. ' Rolling his fingers, as if giving his approval. ' Gentlemen, as you were... '
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2016 8:32 pm
There was a little voice in the back of Freaks head. It sounded a lot like Mark Laundre wailing in pain on the ramp after having his ankle smashed. But it wasn't. It was Freakshow's subconcious. It was telling him something. It was telling him something that he had been completely and utterly blind to up to this point. You're completely ********. Yes. He was CEO. How did he become CEO? People made him CEO. People he knew he couldn't trust. From the very beginning he knew they were a rotten bunch of rat ********. At the very least he figured he could trust his own money and partially that was true. But at this particular juncture his own money was all that he had. In fact, he was jacked to his tits. He had more cold hard cash than he ever did before. The problem was that he had nothing to back it with. It was all just a bunch of empty paper. No muscle. No mercenaries. No friends. No support. The days of Fatsumodo, Warner and Summers were long gone. Those three had no loyalty. None. That's why he could trust them. In the past he had dealt with only the transparently self-interested. The SS was far from transparent. It was cloaked in secrecy. It answered to a higher power than the dollar sign. But he still had one thing. He was still the booker. "Look.. Nuke.." A lump slides down Freakshows throat. This could very well be the end for the businessman. The light glints off the steel pipe of Nuke Fusion into the bloodshot eyes of the immensely wealthy but comparatively powerless CEO of the WWFG. His voice and eyes softened. Empathy. He knew what it looked like and sounded like at the very least. On his knees with the mic in his hand staring up at the judge he speaks slowly.
"Why don't we strike a deal.. You gotta understand. You're making a huge mistake. I-I was never even with the SS! I was just playing along--I'm uh.. You know.. Double agent! We've gotta stand up against these guys. You! Me! Hiro! Come on! This is DESTINY. It was meant to be this way from the VERY START. I-I never wanted to DESTROY this promotion! I wanted to SAVE it! I'm your man on the inside! I know these guys! Well-Some of them! COME ON NUKE! Let's rebel against the Authority!--Let's save WWFG!!--UNDERDOGS... YEAH!!"
Freak blinks a couple times. A shiver runs up his spine. Not even he could trick himself into believing what he was saving. The million dollar baby was just about to cash out. Picturing in his minds eye the sharp visual image of his own brain viscera his cheeks swell up and his eyes water. Practically begging the legend he holds up his hands defensively.
"I-I may not have nothing to show for it but I got one thing Nuke.. I got the book.. I'm no good to you in a coma! Tell me what you want! Anything! Money! Fast cars! You want that World Title?!You'll get a shot! You want the SS?! ******** me, TAKE THEM! I can do anything you want me to do Nuke! If you can get these RAT ******** out of here I, Freakshow, will solemnly swear my very LIFE to YOU! Whattya say?!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2016 2:24 pm
With the handcuffs now gone thanks to Chrono, Hiro rubbed his wrists a bit and adjusted his belt back onto his shoulder, fans cheering that he was no longer restrained. The Cuban-Jap didn't necessarily believe that Chrono truly was congratulating him on being champion. Sure, Chrono himself was currently the Pure Champion, but did you hear what he said? The Sinister Syndicate OWNED Freakshow, who was apparently the GM of this company. If that was truly the case, if the Sinister Syndicate had indeed pretty much taken over WWF:G, then Hiro had failed all that he planned to do while in pursuit of the Legacy Championship. He failed to protect the integrity of WWF:G and keep it's past and future in his best interest, and he had let something perhaps truly awful occur. The champion exited the ring and dropped down to ringside, taking a spot next to Nuke and nodding at him, taking his microphone from him for a moment. "Here is the deal, Freakshow. We're going to do one of two things: One, we can bash your head in with this here pipe, and give Chrono, the fans, and literally everyone who has ever known you exactly what they want. Trust me when I tell you I've got absolutely no problem with this." The fans cheered loudly at this first option, hoping Hiro would just suddenly strike Freakshow with the pipe himself and not even bother giving him another option. However, Hiro waited for the crowd to ease up and again took to the microphone. "...or, we're going to give you a fair chance. We're going to let you go, let you run home and do some cocaine so you can calm down your nearly exploding heart. You can call up all your men, get as many roids as you see fit, and then come back here for the next Legacies, and compete in the main event...against me, with this guy right next to me as the ref." There it is, the crowd cheered even more at this than the thought of seeing Freak's brain plastered about ringside. Hiro turned around slightly presumably to look at the top of the ramp where Chrono had stood, and then back at Nuke. The two men had locked eyes as if they were having a long conversation in their minds with one another that only took a few seconds. "If you can be enough of a man to do that...than maybe we will help you. The choice is yours, Freakshow. Now, get out of here."
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2016 5:20 pm
As soon as is given the word Freakshow is scampering half way up the ramp with his thumb up his a** and a head full of bad bad thoughts. He was flanked. Behind him was Hiro and Nuke the disgruntled talent. Ahead of him was Chrono a man who he in the recent past had regarded as little more than mercenary help, middle management at best. The leader of his own personal army. It appeared, however, that he had plans of his own. In fact, it seemed that Freak was simply a pawn in a much larger game played by the big man himself. The blonde stops a stones throw away from the malicious giant. Looking up at the big man he squints slightly, he was never able to get a good read on what went through his head. It was only years ago that he had been under his payroll. Blankly fixating his deadened gaze on Clepsydra his lip twitches slightly. Armpits stained with sweat, eyes blood red, he finally appears to relax just a little bit without the steel pipe hanging over his head. Without looking back he addresses Hiro and Nuke into the mic after taking a moment to stop his hyperventilating. "Y-You know what? I'll think about it." Reaching into his pocket he produces a lumpy envelope. Tossing it at the feet of Chrono he lowers the microphone. From the top blood diamonds spill out at his feet. It was an empty gesture, really. It didn't touch what he actually owed him and Clepsydra didn't even need his money. He probably didn't even know what he was being paid for. Not yet at least. "I uh... took out a loan." His voice trails off as he looks back over his shoulder at Hiro, Nuke, and the two remaining SWAT members. "You know... For insurance."
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2016 11:58 am
Looking down at the money Freakshow offered him was rather insulting coming from Freakshow. Here he had come out to congratulate the new champion much like he did when said champion won the BBW Championship, and here Freakshow comes along and fires the poor guy.
'Totally not best for business, 'It's never been about the money Freak, I mean I amassed a fortune selling cotton swabs, you ever hear of a Q-Tip. That's me.. Played the stocks, invested in bonds, all that fun stuff. Like I said, never been about the money, it's about the message. Control? Power? I can get that with my eyes blindfolded. So while we do own you, we like you doing your little act. It's like one of those little monkeys that peddlers have on the streets that dances when you play music. Maybe we should use that money to invest in a literal monkey suit, a wind up jokebox and a fez hat... We can put that on the DVD too..'
Leaning down to pick up the money, but not taking his eyes off Freakshow.
Why do you do it anyways? When ultimately each time you fail, the ride can't be 'that' fun.. he said only to Freak, with the mic turned away from his mouth.
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