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 Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2016 12:29 pm
AHHHH! Booing. AHHHHHHHH! Louder. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Fear.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Silence. Hiro's screams were the soundtrack of a career and life that were plagued by health issues, bullies, pain, sorrow, racists, a multitude of negativity. He had been in a lot of pain. He had his nose broken dozens of times, broken arms, a torn ACL, hell, he'd even been stabbed with a switchblade in the middle of a wrestling ring once. Nothing truly compared to the pain he just went through, however. It wasn't like it happened all at once, four of his fingers being broken. No, see they happened one by one. Slowly. He was tortured by the sadistic man who had a hold of him, who at this point, was the one controlling his face. Hiro at no point said he quit, tapped, or anything of the sort. Not like Good Question would probably have ended the match anyway. Hiro's entire hand began to swell up, his fingers the size of corn dogs within seconds of being broken. He lay with his face buried into the mat, Freakshow continuing to hold his distraught hand like some sick mother who just took pride in abusing her own child, as if to remind him that he'll never feel a pain worse than this moment right here. Within his mind, Hiro was unable to think. His brain alright had been raddled earlier by Freakshow, he had one shoulder in severe pain, and several broken fingers on one hand that were only feeling worse. Somehow, Freakshow had done what many others tried to do but simply failed at: They made Hiro wish he was dead. The camera crew zoomed in on Hiro's face, fans eerily quiet as they were unsure exactly what they were witnessing. They started to rumble a bit, however, as Hiro began to start shaking. This wasn't good. This was NOT good. Freakshow had no idea what was happening, what we about to happen, what would continue to happen for the rest of this match. Fans were stunned as suddenly, Hiro raised his head from the mat, and with a smile as demented as Freakshow's he ripped his arm free of Freak's grasp, and rolled away from him, and in one swift motion, rolled to his knee, quickly shooting his eyes to be met with Freakshow's. Blood poured from his mouth, as he had bit his tongue in an attempt to quell the pain he was feeling from having four fingers individually broken. Hiro, with the fans cheering, albeit hesitantly, began to slowly rise to his feet, both of his arms hanging at his sides. His smile grew only bigger as his eyes were projected onto the titantron and homes around the world: They were devoid of life. Without hesitation, Hiro charged Freakshow, only to stop right in front of him. "...I hate you." Hiro reared back and aimed a closed fist, hard as a rock punch at Freakshow's jaw with his messed up hand. This was becoming something more than a wrestling match. Something more entirely.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2016 12:49 pm
Why was he smiling? What was so funny? As the free'd Shin-Mozas steps towards Freak he casts an inquisitive glance down at his hand. He should have quit. Certainly if it were the C.E.O in that very position he would most decidedly have quit. But this was not the case as in between the thirteen years that the two had first met Hiro had changed. He realized this as he looked into his eyes. Freak, contrarily, had changed not at all. He was born and will die as he always was. A scumbag, yes, perhaps even a monster, but a human nonetheless. A human being at whim to insecurity, to lust, to greed, to neurosis, to arrogance, to vice. A man who fundamentally speaking was afraid. In the eyes of his opponent, however, he saw none of this. Only pure genocidal. hatred. "Wait-"
THUD! Freakshows head snaps to the side. Rolling his shoulder back his skull whiplashes back catching a glimpse of the demon that had taken possession of Hiro Shin-Mozas. Somehow managing to stay on his feet he brings his arms up around his head. It was in his body language. It was in his eyes. Fear. The man who moments ago had limb by limb, finger by finger dissected and nearly again snapped the arm of Shin-Mozas was overcome with fear. He begins to backpeddle but didn't get far. Whatever it was in between his brain and his legs had been collapsed momentarily by his opponents brick like cross to the jaw. All he could do now was try to cover up.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2016 1:02 pm
Hiro let out a wicked loud yell as the punch connected and staggered the geriatric challenger. He shook his hand slightly as he continued to yell, the fans...still, unable to give a true reaction at this point as what they were seeing before them transpiring in this ring was borderline abuse and destruction. Why was this being allowed to go on? Why didn't Good Question, any of the refs, Freakshow's personal security squad, or anyone else come out? Hiro's screaming subsided, and he reared back with his head, shooting forward to headbutt Freakshow right in his stupid face. It looked like Freakshow had awoken in Hiro something that only the teachings of Blackjack had before. Hiro's hatred had taken over, an emotion that had a mental manifestation within him. It had the ability to come and go as it pleased, even if Hiro thought he had control of it himself. The last time Hiro had ended up in a match while this...personal demon had control, he wound up with 17 staples in his face and a multitude of cuts and bruises that could still be seen as scars adorning his body to this very day. The WWF:G Legacy Champion's headbutt would not be all he was going to attempt, spitting blood from his mouth, he looked to headbutt Freakshow once more, hoping to knock him down this time.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2016 1:13 pm
The headbutt connects flush between the eyes. Freakshow reels back as everything seems to slow down. He rocks backwards on his heels, he arms fly out as if about to fall flat on his back. Miraculously, he doesn't. Somehow he remains propped up on his feet regardless of whether or not the lights were on. His fist balled at his side he raises it cocked for a punch but instead it limply falls within inches of his opponents face. Gradually the blonde tips forward a red bruise forming between his eyebrows as his head dips down. He falls against Hiro, his forehead against his shoulder and his eyes glazed over. Propped up against the man he least wanted to be in the ring with it was really only a formality that he stood. For all intents and purposes the C.E.O was not home. As his arms hang limply at his sides the crowd explodes, imploring Shin-Mozas to get his licks in before the inevitable interference that was expected in any of the general managers matches.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2016 1:26 pm
Freak fell forward, leaning on to Hiro's chest to keep from falling to the ground following heavy headbutts. Hiro's grin soon turned to an angered scowl as he brought his head down to look at Freak on wobbly legs, letting his poison blood form a small smear on his chest. Hiro grabbed a hold of the one strap on Freak's singlet, and let him drop, holding him up by the strap. Hiro lifted his foot slowly, and while hardly able to keep his balance, placed the sole of his foot atop Freak's head. Within seconds, to the fans delight and dismay, Hiro looked to curb stomp Freakshow down into the mat, hoping to bust his mouth, or better yet, break his nose. It was time to start ending this...but boy oh boy, did Hiro not know just how much longer this would go on for.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2016 1:34 pm
Freakshow cranium ricochets off the mat. His feet fly up into the air over his head as he flips over onto his back flopping around on the ground like a fish. With one leg twitching his stares up at the lights having absorbed Hiro's flurry of offense. In the matter of seconds he had taken three serious strikes to the head in almost rapid succession. As the oppressive white hot lights bear down on him he prays for a miracle. Fortunately for him, he had a miracle. He was big, black, and about to get into the ring.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2016 2:38 pm
Good Question, who was standing outside after throwing Hiro in the ring, noticed the trouble Freakshow was about to get. Grabbing the top rope and pulling it to bring himself to the apron, stepping over the ropes in the ring. The moment Hiro curb stomped Freak, Question went to rush and Clothesline him in the back of the head!
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 8:20 am
Hiro's curbstomp brought the crowd to its feet, or so one would think. No, what caught their attention and made them roar was that Good Question, the supposed new official for this match, was entering the ring finally become a part of this match. Good Question's lumbering body made the ring shake as he ran at Hiro, and clubbed him down to the ground with a wicked hard clothesline! Hiro's neck jolted back and he slammed head first to the mat, a few small sounds escaping from his mouth that only served as a reminder than this man was possibly wrestling with a concussion, a near broken hand, and a severely worn out shoulder.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 9:16 am
Freakshow looks up at Good Question and reaches up allowing the new official for the competition to help him to his feet. Any doubts as to the allegiances of the big man dissipated at that very moment as the fiscal coalition stood side by side over the body of Shin-Mozas. Still, having just had his head rammed into the ground, the blonde found it quite difficult to maintain his equilibrium. Ambling uncertainly towards the ropes his hooks his arm around the top bracing his heels against the ground as he looks towards Hiro on the ground, wobbling back and forth.. Looking towards the unbiased referee he motions for Good Question to: "Get him up."
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 11:58 am
Good Question followed the direct orders of the CEO, and went down to grab Hiro, the Cuban Jap not responding as he did so. He was slowly lifted, his limp body weighing almost 300 pounds instead of it's actual 240. He was brought to his feet, eyes closed, in the grasp of Good Question. The fans were booing heavily, honestly disgusted that quite possibly the only recently started Legacy title reign of Hiro was looking like it was going to be coming to an abrupt end at the hands of a con artist, parasite, garbage human being. Hiro stood with the support of GQ, not able to do anything.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 12:17 pm
"Hold his arms.." Freakshow says still holding onto the ropes. He didn't quite have his land legs yet. As Good Question hooked both arms of Hiro in the double chicken wing the businessman pushes himself off the ropes making a bowlegged beeline straight for his opponent. Raising his fists up in the boxing stance despite having absolutely nothing to protect he stands in front of his opponent held prone.
He looks into the eyes of Shin-Mozas, his head pounding. Disgust. That was all he felt for the man in front of him. Spitting in his hand he rears back for a disrespectful, hard open hand smack to the ear of his rival. "You ******** with the wrong guys." He reaches forward grabbing the stupid colored hair of his outnumbered rival. "You ******** with money!" The don rears back to drive his fist straight into the exposed liver on Shin-Mozas.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 12:26 pm
Hiro was suddenly given a bit more support as GQ held him in a double chicken wing. His eyes opened slightly, enough to get a glimpse of Freakshow coming towards him. Nothing in his body responded, he knew...he knew deep within the pool his mind had become that he had to move. He had to fight back or all of this was over. Finally, after what seemed to be like an eternity after Freakshow approached him, he struck. Hiro's head was blown to the right, a sudden ringing entering his right ear before going to silence. He couldn't hear anything but blood rushing to his ear drum. His eyes closed once more, as even the hate within his body couldn't sustain the abuse he had just been through. Moments went by in his mind, of the past few years of his career. The emotional trauma, the physical beatings. He'd wrestled with a concussion before. This was probably worse, maybe even a hemorrhage. No one successful did what Freakshow had just done here tonight: made Hiro wish he wasn't a wrestler, and was far away from WWF:G as he could be. It was only moments later when Freak drove his fist right into Hiro's liver, the Legacy Champion's eyes opened wide and bulged from his head, almost instantly he coughed, getting blood all over the face and body of Freakshow. More, and more. More coughing, more blood.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 12:41 pm
Freakshow leans over continuing to yell at and bully the younger wrestler. "You aren't good enough Hiro.." He slaps him in the back of the head a couple of times. "You hear me young boy?!" Reaching down he dismissively shoves his head, "I'm going to send you right back where you belong.." The veteran snarls wiping the blood that Hiro had spit up onto him from his chest. The blood of a mongrel. Peasant blood. The blood that ran through the slaves who built Egypt while Pharoah's who shared ancestry with the likes of The Marauder had their feet cleaned by the Hiro Shin-Mozas' of the world. It was a biological fact. The man that Freakshow was berating essentially was of a different species than him. "In the Home Depot parking lot with the filth."Running his blood dirtied hands through his hair he turns around signaling to Good Question to prepare to let the man go. Half-walking half-running the blonde lazily hits the ropes upon which the insurance pulicy pushes the mutt towards the aristocrat. Meeting him half way Freak in one fluid motion reaches to crowbar injured arm of his opponent and trip his feet for a running divorce court.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 1:29 pm
From his liver, up to his head and through his arms and legs, Hiro's body burned. It felt like a million fire ants were biting him at the same time all throughout his organs and veins. He continue to heave a few times, coughing up less and less blood with each. A few more slaps from Freak connected with the back of his head, each one knocking him in and out of consciousness. Thankfully the last one kept him awake. It was as Freak muttered yet another racist comment that Hiro's eyes opened up slightly again, and watched the old man lazily head to the ropes. The tortoise bounced back at Hiro, and suddenly, he was let go of Good Question's grasp! couldnt bare to watch as Freakshow charged in and, almost like clockwork, put Hiro's hurting arm and shoulder into a crowbar, looking to bring him off of his feet and hit him with the devastating Divorce Court! However, much to the pleasure of a screaming crowd and shock of Good Question, Hiro whipped his body around and yanked on his own bad shoulder to twist his body and grab the head of Freakshow with his broken-finger laced hand, and attempt to plant him with a stunner! WHERE WAS THIS COMING FROM!?
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 1:46 pm
The Stunner Connects! By god almighty! With his jaw smashing into the shoulder of Hiro Shin-Mozas the blonde leaves his feet! The impact of the sudden counter sends Freakshow tumbling backwards through the middle rope and onto the apron. The loopy blonde reaches for the top rope and pulls himself up to his feet immediately. Leaning his arms dangle over the top ropes as his legs practically hang over the outside of the ring. Spitting he looks towards Hiro and more specifically towards the man behind him.
Good Question, behind Hiro flexed his shoulders in preparation to maul down the orange haired punk. The African-American Express hits the ropes with a decent amount of speed for a big man. As Freak made it to his feet on the opposite side of Hiro the big bad bodyguard was already heading straight for the Argentinian with hopes of mauling him over for a big time shoulder smash. The only downside of this would be that given his size there would be little room for slowing down should things just so happen to not go his way. Anticipating this the employer wides his eyes in shock "Don't-"
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