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Hiro's onslaught was only stopped by the luck and pain Freakshow had suffered through. The WWF:G Legacy Champion dropped to his knees as Freak dropped, staying down on his level, rock bottom, for only a moment to survey the already war-torn and gassed face before him. What a fool. What a ******** fool. To think he made it to forty five on money and dumb luck alone. Hiro shook his head slowly, again, swishing around what was left of his mind. He spat to the side, deciding that spitting on Freakshow would be too much of an insult to his saliva. Hiro was prepared to continue to humiliate and break Freak, which is what his hate truly wanted at the moment. However, thankfully, Hiro had control of himself as he had stated earlier. Hiro brought himself back up to his feet, turning from his opponent to again look towards the stage, putting his hands on his hips and wondering exactly where the official for this match was. Obviously, no matter how much he put a beating on Freakshow, it wouldnt mean that Nuke was going to come out from behind that curtain to quell Hiro's anger and end the match by throwing in the white towel for the ex-Marauder. So where were the stock refs? Why wasn't anyone coming out here to stop this? Didn't Freak have a back up plan? He must have had others to help him take Nuke out and keep him away from doing his job. What the hell was going on? Knowing not to keep his eyes off of Freak for long, Hiro turned back around and made his way back towards the veteran.

The fans were watching Freakshow as he brought himself back to his knees, and rocked backwards. A few of them knew exactly what was going to happen, those ******** smarks. The crowd tried to warn Hiro as they got louder, a frantic amount of concern echoing from the tidal wave of people. Hiro soon learned of what they were trying to warn about. Freakshow's rancid blood tainted the pure eyes of the Cuban Jap, forcing him to let out a so-loud-the-crowd-and-camera can hear it '********', and drop to his knees to rub his face into his hands. The blood of Freak truly was about as bad as they said. It stung like alcohol, smelled of marijuana, and attacked with the power of Hep C. The champion rolled around and stomped his feet on the mat, his face covered the whole time. Looks like you can never truly count out the Freakshow.

It's not like Hiro didn't know just quite who it was that was grabbing him. It was more so that he didn't have any ability to stop it when he was blind. Hiro was brought back up by the sadistic Freakshow, still trying to rub away the blood from his eyes. It was when he started moving that all Hiro could was keep his eyes closed and hope they weren't being ready to be gouged or something. Though...the gouging probably would have been better than what was about to happen. Using whatever strength Freak probably had, Hiro was sent careening into the ring post, his shoulder crashing against it to create the sound that could only be described as it was: flesh and bone meeting metal. Needless to say, metal won. Hiro slumped through the ropes and crashed down to the ground outside, the muscles in his back and shoulders pushing out as he breathed heavily, going back to rubbing his eyes as opposed to his shoulder.

It appeared as though Hiro's luck was quickly about to change. Even he heard through his heightened hearing that Freak announced that Nuke was about to come out. Albeit he couldn't see, it didn't seem like he was going to need to be able to see anymore as his insurance policy he didn't really think he'd need to turn to was moments away from making his appearance to officiate this contest. Rubbing his eyes some more, just enough to be able to slightly see, he leaned up on his good shoulder and favored his bad one, his eye sight now glued to the stage like many other people.

NO ********' WAY. Hiro was in about as much shock as everyone else when, instead of Nuke coming out after a generous amount of musical time, Good Question stepped out from the back instead. The WWF:G Legacy Champion still didn't have much back in the way of eye sight, but he could at least make out the classic shadow of a giant hulk of a man dressed in green looking like the homosexual dominatrix of the Riddler. The booing from the crowd was probably another tip off for Hiro that something painful this way was coming. Good Question stopped at ringside, and using his semi-truck-esq strength picked up Hiro by his throat and held him up as he took a few steps forward, tossing him between the bottom and middle ropes and back into the ring. Was Good Question truly the referee for this match? After what happened last week, all doubts of Bad Boy and GQ having joined Freakshow were dashed, as it was quite apparent that all fears were indeed true. Freakshow had once again found suckers to take his cash. Hiro lay sprawled out in the ring, a hand holding his shoulder, ripe for the half-dead Freakshow to pick apart.

With his sight still slightly skewed, Hiro could really only make out the bright lights above him as he stared emptily up at the ceiling of the arena. The Cuban Jap was going over a few things in his head, including among other things, "Why did I make this match?", "Why did I ever think Freakshow wouldn't pull something like this?", and "I hope my DVR is recording As Told by Ginger right now so when I get home later tonight I can watch it and cry over how much of a b***h Miranda is to Ginger and how Darren broke her heart. I mean, how could he do such a thing? Ginger is a funny, witty, and down to earth leading lady who I would have definitely loved to be friends with back in high school. She gets too much of a bad rap." Freakshow's pasty white skin glistened as his crimson red face locked down on the prone body of Hiro. Resisting his urges, Freakshow decided that instead of inappropriately touching the champion, he would instead target his arm. He began to pull back on it, Hiro yelling out in pain as he did so in an ill-fated attempt at trying to get Freakshow to show some mercy. It didn't phase the millionaire however as he set up Hiro's arm with an elbow pointed in the air, and soon drove his heel right into it, making it snap back even more as the fans cringed and some rubbed their own elbows, feeling Hiro's pain. The WWF:G Legacy Champion floundered around for a second as he held his arm close to his body and yelped, the same arm that his injured shoulder belonged to continued to be targeted. Things were definitely going from bad to worse, because without his arms, what chance did Hiro have to force Freakshow to leave town and retain his WWF:G Legacy Championship?

Lets go back to 2003. Only 19 years old, a young Hiro Shin-Mozas had just come to Mexico from Japan, and and had been wrestling for just a year at this point. He was young, no where near as big as he was at this point in his career. He had just gotten off a bus in Tijuana and found himself at the doorstep of "Nuestra señora de esclusas habituales de las piernas", a wrestling school which had been infamous in Mexico for being awful. The young Shin-Mozas was more than happy to wrestle there however as to him, any experience was good experience, even if it was working for free. Hiro walked into the building, and was instantly bombarded by a man who stunk and looked to be in his mid-thirties at the time. He was dirty, had green skin with black teeth and bleach blonde hair. He looked to be a very light skinned Mexican, or really, just a white man.



The man, albeit somewhat bigger than Hiro at this point, had backed away. His breathe smelled of martinis and prime Cuban cigars. Hiro cocked an eye brow, realizing that he probably was the guy who ran the company and that he had heard so much about. Through his broken Spanish, it seemed as though he called himself El Hijo Del Crusher. Hiro stuck out his hand, to shake the man's hand, but all it did was make him leap back in fear.



Hiro responded to the man, who seemed to let his guard back down. He looked the younger wrestler up and down, and stepped up to him, surveying his entire body and build. Finally, he let out a very exaggerated sigh, and looked back to Hiro.



Hiro was ecstatic, and promptly agreed to be El Hijo Del Crusher's young boy. For months, leading into 2004, Hiro would do anything and everything that his mentor asked him to do, all the while learning shitty lucha libre moves. He worked many a match as well, losing to people that were far worse than he was. Finally, one faithful August night during a show in Chihuahua, Mexico, Hiro was set to get a title match against the NSH Champion, his mentor and the owner of the company, El Hijo Del Crusher. The match, for the most part, was pretty good. Hiro worked the legs of his opponent while El Hijo Del Crusher worked the arms. Constantly. Thats all he did. Every single transition and take over in the match would be a lazy armbar or hammerlock. Half way through the match, Hiro executed what was said to be a five star drop kick...and it happened to knock out one of the Crusher's teeth. Angered, and without any prescription drugs backstage to take to ease his pain after the match, Crusher began to shoot fight Hiro, punching him several times in the head and pulling on his arm exceptionally hard. In fear for his position and his life, Hiro let El Hijo Del Crusher beat him unmerciful, until finally, he slipped him into the very hold Hiro found himself in now with Freakshow. El Hijo Del Crusher broke Hiro's arm that day, and it effectively ended his time in Mexico. Tonight, it looked as though Freakshow wanted to end what El Hijo Del Crusher had started over a decade prior.

Jerking his arm back, Hiro tried to break free of Freakshow's supposed attempted move, but was having major trouble. Freakshow suddenly latched his hand around Hiro's pinkie, and as if he had some sick fantasy, began to squeeze lightly. Fearful for what could happen next, the WWF:G Legacy Champion tried to shift his body so he could make Freak lose his balance and fall, thus releasing his arm!