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Freakshow looks down at the champion in disappointment. Reaching down he grabs the head of Hiro with the help of GQ and slowly raises him up to his knees. "I want all of you to see this." He points at Hiro. He had a message to send. He had something to say. He had been ******** and ******** hard. Wiping the blood from his chest he puts his opponents head in between his legs smiling perversely as he stares dead into the camera speaking to one group of individuals in particular.



The blonde reaches down obscenely grabbing his own crotch and thrusting at the back of his opponents head while firing off an invisible gun at the air. Pointing his finger towards the lens of the camera he spits off to the side before flashing his big yellow teeth. Reaching down he hooks both arms of Hiro in position for the Pedigree. An homage to the innovator of the maneuver, his best friend and true protege Brantley Summers who had left the business at the very peak of his success never to be seen again.

"THIS IS FOR YOU, YOU BIG GREEN f*****t!"

Jumping into the air Freakshow tries driving Hiro face first into the diamonds for a brutal Pedigree.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!"

Freakshow screams out as the fist of Hiro comes straight into his money bags. Howling out in agony as the pain of 1000 suns coarsens through him he flops forward onto his face getting a grill full of diamonds as the entire arena explodes. This was the very last thing the C.E.O had expected. He never for one moment expected to be on the wrathful end of the LIONCOCK. Always the LION with it's infinite grace and power had protected him. It had nourished him to tag team title victories. Brought him fame and fortune. The highest point of his career had been side-by-side with the spirit of the LIONCOCK. Now that very spirit had tragically coiled back on him. As Good Question lumbers forward to run further interference he too falls to the devastation of the fist.



The Giant, leaning forward to grab Hiro, is struck with the brutal attack. Reaching down for his nether regions with his mouth opening wide in an O he backs clumsily towards the ropes and rebounds off of them unintentionally, unable to control his movements through the immense pain inflicted upon him. This changed everything.

Freakshow lays curled on the mat in fetal position as the arena shakes with energy. The legs of the blonde are hooked. GQ lays prone on the ground. The sound of fans pounding the barricade, the sound of screams, the sound of the champions name being chanted over and over. In the spectacle of it all the fact still remained that the referee was down. And even if he was up, astute viewers had picked up on the fact that technically speaking the bell had not even rang yet. Still, as Hiro holds Freak prone in the pin the capacity crowd chants each second that their hero has won

1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10!-

It was at that moment that the lights blacked out.

Hiro laid on top of Freak for ten haunting seconds, no winner, no slap of the mat, nothing but the fans chanting together seconds going by. The Legacy Champ's breathing labored as his body, again, was losing the steam he had built back up. Suddenly, however, the lights went out. Thinking that he had passed out again, Hiro in his reservoir of a mind, thought to himself that this was it. He was screwed. There was no way that he could beat Freak if it wasn't at this exact moment. Unfortunately, money and power had won again here tonight...or so it seemed. Suddenly, lights shot back on, and Hiro slowly but surely made his way to his feet with fans screaming and hollering at him. Suddenly, before he could do anything...a dark, sadistic...english voice spoke to him. With no reaction, Hiro was suddenly slammed in the back with a chair shot, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Fans were loud, crying, booing, in fear. The Cuban Jap dropped to his knees, every muscle in his body bulged out with blood pouring from his head once more as he hit the mat hard, entire body going limp. This...This was it.

As Freakshow looked up into the eyes of Nuke there was fear. Uncertainty. He didn't know if Nuke knew the meaning of money. The meaning of power. The fans had been lead to believe that Fusion had been taken out backstage. The only thing that he had been taken out to was an expensive shrimp dinner paid in full by the CEO. Still when the blonde concluded his negotiations he could not truly know whether or not the legend would truly close on the deal. Fusion, a leader of men, always seemed to have his own agenda even in the past when it had appeared they had been on the same side. So as he felt the steel cold pipe gently lay against his head momentarily he felt fear. But meeting eyes with the man soon he found familiarity. He could always recognize greed.

The sound of metal colliding with flesh is like Mozart to the blonde who in elation falls onto his back his body filled with relief. Looking up to his savior he has some words. Words that may have surprised fans unfamiliar with some of the formalities and rituals of professional wrestling but worlds that were nonetheless of the upmost importance.

DING DING DING

The match had officially started. This would be considered a historical moment for a number of reasons. It was after all the de facto reunion of the Midnight Mafia. Five men had entered into a coalition. Freakshow, Nuke Fusion, Bad Boy, Good Question, and the man under the hood. The nature of this coalition was unknown and it's aims were unknown. While funded and organized by the CEO it appeared to have no clear leader. A union of egoists. This was not The Sinister Syndicate. This was not The Midnight Marauders International. This was not The Tap out Mafia. This was not The Kingdom. This was something entirely different. But this was only one of the things that people would remember about this night. The other would be more concrete. It would be in the numbers.



It would take Freakshow five seconds to register what had happened after the bell had rung. As that very number flashes on the digital screen of the timekeepers watch the challenger would begin dragging his carcass towards Hiro Shin-Mozas as trash begins to liter the ring. Trapped in a veritable echo chamber of waste and negativity the challenger pulls himself along the ground like a seal.



At eleven seconds Freakshow has his arm over the shoulder of the WWFG World Heavyweight Champion. Eleven seconds. It would only take three more for him to beat Hiro in 14 seconds. 14 seconds. One second less than the amount of time it took Hiro to beat Bad Boy. That is, of course, assuming that Nuke's three count is actually three seconds. We'll give him the benefit of the doubt this time.

There was a very....very.....very long time as the crowd was booing the result of the match, how EVERYTHING went down. The crooked reffing from Good Question, the masked man getting himself involved when Hiro was in control, and Nuke coming for the save....only to turn HIS back on Hiro! It took everything in the book, but finally....

Announcer: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH......AND NEWWWWWWWWWWWWW- WORLD WRESTLING FEDERATION LEGACY CHAMPION........FREAKSHOWWWWWWWWWWWW!

And just like that Freakshow's music hit, the boos rallied up again.

Meanwhile out of the curtain walked the ICE Champion, with the title around his waist, and wearing a three piece suit. In both hands were bottles of champagne, both being raised high in the air. It looked as though the management was looking to celebrate this special occasion! Bad Boy walked up the steps, and went through the ropes into the ring, tossing one of the bottles to Nuke, and one to Good Question who now was standing and in the ring.