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 Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 9:15 pm
[Sometime Later]
The General Manager's door opened up again after having been sealed off from the rest of the world. He stood at the doorway afterwards, a small smirk on his lips. "I gotta say... I didn't think it would be that easy. Are you sure that'll work?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 7:22 am
"It doesn't matter if it works or not. Here's what will work... Hiro appeared before Matt Shanahan. It seems as though he had been waiting close by for the door to open at some point. Hiro got a tad closer to the General Manager. "It is bad enough that I got fooled tonight. I may have put a beating on that idiot Leroy, but I haven't found a single House member tonight. I swear, it's bad enough that their god damn idiot of a father is constantly around and I cant touch him, but the fact they feel the need to hide boils my blood. I didn't get all I wanted at the PPV. I want more...especially more of that fool Railery. Anyway, that's not really why I walked over here." Hiro checked his cell phone, looking at the time. He sighed and rolled his eyes a bit, looking around a big backstage at any other wrestlers. "Next week...I want a match with Salem Croft. I dont know what you have planned for him, but the time for playing is OVER. I don't care who you may have had set to fight him, but they are in no way going to be able to do what I do. Matt, let me tell you something. We've been in the ring. You've seen me come so close to becoming the top dog. This is your company. This is the ONE company I have tried my hardest in since my first ever wrestling match. I was the first guy in the back willing to take the dive. To make someone else look good. Well, let me tell you...I want to look good now. I paid my dues FULLY. That beat down from the House changed me. These fans, they love me. They have faith in me. They know I can do it. I have waited my whole career for this moment. The fans. The lights. The stage. The time. The place. All I need now is the opportunity. I no longer let losing be a factor. Losing isn't on my radar. I will do whatever I can to win now, and a hardcore heaven like BBW is exactly the place to do that. Doing whatever it takes. People say the want the hated, the hardcore, the title hungry and ultimate hero back. They dont want this Hiro Shin-Mozas crap any longer. Years I have waited. Now is the time to strike. It's HIRO'S time." Hiro really got into it, being quite passionate about what he just said. He might have been repetitive, but he sure seemed serious. He wanted the champion. Now it was up to Matt.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 8:57 am
The General Manager's attention was forced to shift from his Head of Talent Relations who was still in office, to then stare at Hiro as he spoke. His facial expression was unchanging all the while, until Shin-Mozas came to a conclusion. A quiet sigh left Shanahan's lips.
"I give you a chance for redemption, you fall short. I give you a number of chances at the Seasons title contendership, you fall short. And here you are... demanding I give you a match with the world champion? A match with Salem?... Let's pretend this does happen. Let's pretend that I give you that match and I even make it for the BBW World Title. I give you the legitimate opportunity to win gold here for the third time and put you closer to doing so than you've ever been... What happens whe-... if you fall short again?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 10:13 am
"Wow, don't you think you're being a little harsh on him Matt? I understand you're all about this new and young talent initiative in BBW but Hiro is one of our bigger names." King said as he walked over to Matt's mini-fridge and took a water bottle out of it without asking. He uncorked it and started to drink, looking at Hiro and the General Manager.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 6:03 pm
Hiro caught shot of Kelly King in the background, his blood boiling as he heard that man's voice. That lit Hiro's fire even more. "I will tell you what happens if I get that match, for the belt or not. I have gone on far too long being the punching bag. Everyone gets to this point in their careers. The point when they realize it's go hard, or go home. Just like when ******** back there decided that he was gonna be the ''Man that Time Forgot", or when you decided you were going to unleash a "Storm". We all have our points where we change everything about us to become what is needed to shine. Your chances at redemption in the past were when I was at my lowest. My body beaten, battered, and bruised. Destroyed by people like the House, Matt Draven, Jarel Damone, so many friggen others. Right now...I am at 80%. My body hardly aches. All signs of a concussion, gone. There's a different flow inside of me, Shanahan. One that tells me when to block a punch. One that tells me when to kick someone in the damn chin. One that tells me when to talk and when to listen." Hiro rubbed his mouth and chin, putting both hands on his hips and looked down, sighing. He looked the GM right in the eyes. "To answer your question...Nothing. Nothing will happen. Because I cant...no...I wont fall short. I came to your company so I could do what nobody, including myself, allowed me to ever do...finally make everyone proud. At this point...that's all I have left that I want to accomplish." Hiro got even more so passionate than before. What could be seen on his face was more confidence and more passion than he'd ever shown. He looked like he was a man ready to wrestle his first match, he seemed that pumped. "If I do somehow screw this up...Than I will comeback the next time and hit even harder."
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 9:24 pm
The General Manager remained silent as Kelly King made his quick remark, signalling Hiro to go off on a miniature tangent. He leaned against the frame of the door and listened quietly, a rare occasion indeed. His eyes scanned the smaller man the entire time, as if trying to get a read on him.
"You know... my colleague is right. You are one of the bigger names around here... because you're the guy that always gets ********' wrecked," Matt said with a cold tone, his eyes becoming a piercing stare, "Every shot you've been given, you've made an excuse as to why you fell short. You make yourself a martyr, as if you -want- people to beat you down into a ********' meat sack. You put yourself where you are now, and I hope you ********' realize that."
Matt's cold tone paused for a moment, allowing the air to fill with tension. If Hiro went to respond, Shanahan was quick to interrupt and continue, "And that's a goddamn shame. Because I want to believe in Hiro Shin-Mozas. I want to believe that you're gonna go out there and prove to the world that you're NOT a punching bag. There's not been a moment where I haven't cheered for you, and that crowd is anyways at your back too. So, you know what? I'm gonna give you one last shot. You've got your match with Salem Croft at the next show. I'm not gonna demand that you win, or lose, or whatever. I just want you to go out there and show me that Hiro -is- worth believing in. Show me that you truly deserve a shot like that. More importantly though... show me that you actually believe in yourself. Can you do that? Or am I booking Salem against a jobber?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 9:37 pm
Hiro stared intently at the general manager. Everything he said was true. His whole career, Hiro was a punching bag...by choice. Thinking that one day, the business would reward him for all of the hard work. That day never came to Hiro, so Hiro had to go to that day. "You better ******** believe it, Matt. I am gonna go out there next week...I am gonna wrestle Salem Croft...and I am going to make you, and everyone else, proud. Trust me...I wouldnt have came here to you if I didn't believe in myself." Hiro cracked a bit of a smile, and chuckled very lightly, his eyes actually lit up with hope, and that same passion that had been radiating from him. "Thank you, Matt. For everything." Hiro put out his hand, offering the general manager a hand shake. It had been a long time since Hiro had shown someone that much respect.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 9:50 pm
Matt looked down at the hand through his aviators, because he was the kind of guy that wore sunglasses indoors. A moment of silence hung between the two men before Matt finally reached forward and accepted the handshake, giving the man's hand a firm grasp.
"Don't thank me, just show me that you're done playing the martyr and that you deserve the spotlight."
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 9:55 pm
Hiro nodded, letting go of Matt's hand, before checking his phone once more. A text message. How odd. From a blocked number, saying, "Watch out." That's...weird. "You've got, it boss. Catch ya' later." Hiro looked past Matt in the office at Kelly King. "I hope I get to kick in your kid's ugly faces, ******** cracked a smile, nodded once more, and made his way down the hallway, hearing a bit of a commotion coming from around the bend....Infamous voices.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 9:56 pm
King kind of just stood there for a moment while Hiro and Shanahan shook hands and then lifted his hand with the bottle of water in it, pointing at the two as though something had just dawned on him. "Wait a second, I just got insulted for backing you up. That's a bunch of s**t!"
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 11:21 pm
[After Promo/Pre-Match]
The sibling duo were seen backstage after their big reveal, which let's just say...they weren't to happy with the results. Marshall Lee was seen sitting on a steel chair, wiping his face clean of any left over, dried blood from the assault he had just endured moments earlier. Behind him, stood Dallas Cruz, applying some sort of blue ointment from a small vile onto the cut on Marshall's scalp. He let out a strangely inhuman hiss as his sister dabbed at the injury.
"Ouch! Dammit, Dal, that stings!" Dallas rolled her eyes and corked up the now empty vile, no longer needing the small bottle. "What is that stuff anyways?"
She patted his shoulder reassuringly as she smirked, "It's just something I made...just in case." Dallas tucked the vile inside her top, before giving Marshall's head one more look, "It should stop the bleeding. And it did! See? All better now." Marshall simply grunted, glad the cut wasn't on his 'beautiful' face or anywhere visible.
"What about you? Are you alright?" A kick to the head was not something Dallas should ignore, but it seemed she did. His sister simply nodded and hummed, "Mhmm, I'm fine. Just a little headache, but it's going away now." She saw the look Marshall gave her, to which she sighed and added, "Alright, I'll get it checked out out after the show, okay?"
The vampire stared at her a bit longer before turning his attention to the blood stained towel he had been holding. It was obvious he was still peeved about his return pretty much being ruined by that drunkard pirate.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 8:46 am
((...Later...))
Leroy stood in the GM's office, arms folded and eyebrows raised. There was a silence as the big man rolled around a toothpick in his mouth before taking it out and pointing it off screen. "So, lemme' get this straight. He called me the idiot? He put the beating on me?" Leroy repeated what he had heard from a few of the crew backstage. Rumors were such a terrible thing.
The camera panned out to show reveal Matt Shanahan, the General Manager of BBW. "A-And now there's a rent-a-cop who thinks he's bettah' than me?" Leroy pointed at himself. "Get outta' here."
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 11:16 am
The General Manager sat in his leather chair behind his desk, his hands laced together and over his chest as he patiently listened to Leroy, despite how badly he wanted to smack the toothpick out of his mouth. His face suggested that he was listening intently, but in reality he was thinking about what he was going to get for dinner tonight.
"Look, I understand you're upset over a few insults tossed around behind a computer screen... and Hiro claiming to be superior to you, but what do you want? Is there a reason you're in here, or am I gonna have to play twenty questions? I don't think you want that."
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 11:42 am
Dion waited patiently outside of the GM's office...or rather, Shanahan's office. He could hear a horribly over-the-top Chicagoan accent that he did not recognize.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 1:05 pm
Leroy gave Matt a very flat look and balled his right hand into a fist. "I want a match with scooter-puff." He said with disdain. Leroy was going to make sure that there was not going to be a Police Academy 2 in Mr. Pierce's future.
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