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A countdown in bright blood-red began on the titantron, the fans being drawn in by the repeating 6's that were shown. Was it a production error? Perhaps some sort of demon has taken over the titantron? Well, they'd be a little off. "The Heretic Anthem" by Slipknot hits the PA following that countdown, and a man steps out from the back donned in a bright red jacket and an even more red fedora. He walks out onto the stage, looking about at the several fans who were trying to guess whom he was, and the others whom could clearly see his face. The human sized blood drop then rips off his jacket, and flings his hat over to the side, but not into the crowd. Why would he do that, not give that perfectly good hat that he most likely owns hundreds of to the paying customers? Because he doesn't like them, and now that they can all see whom he is, they remember that they don't like thim. The man standing on top of the stage was none other then Hiro Shin-Mozas. He walked down the ramp, watching the fans sneer and shake their heads at his newest look, but he knew that they weren't justified. He'd had these tights designed himself in his native Tokyo, Japan, and they ended up being made by some sweat shop workers. Hiro reached the ring, and he slid himself into it, taking his time to bask in the boos and vision of the fans that had already seen enough of him. A crew member walked toward Hiro's side of the ring, and handed him up a microphone, which Hiro ripped from his hand. What a d**k, he didn't even say 'thank you'. The music began to die down and as it did, Hiro brought the microphone to his face.



Hiro tossed the microphone back at the crew area, it hitting the man whom brought it to him. Standing in a corner, Hiro adjusted his gloves before awaiting his opponent and the start of this match.

Hiro's jaw dropped as the man came sliding on down something that resembled the a**s of a homosexual man...an exceptionally lubed up tube. When he entered the ring, Hiro was horrified by his look, and despite everything he had just said, wanting absolutely nothing to do with the masked weirdo. The ref called for the bell, and Hiro quickly slipped out of the ring, backing up to the crew area. The fans booed, but at this point, they didn't know what they were booing, either it be Hiro or the sickening man covered in goo.

The slippery sultan of sodomy started to make his way towards Hiro, and he still wanted nothing to do with him. Hiro continued to backup towards the crew area, until he was pretty much against the baracade. Needing to act fast, Hiro grabbed one of the steel chairs that a crew member had been sitting on, and he folded it up, readying himself for impending doom.

As the lubed-up lunatic drew closer, Hiro knew that he was only moments away from feeling pain and uncomfortable. Thinking fast, Hiro tossed the chair at Vaseline Man as a distraction, and if it worked, he'd run at him, attempting to chopblock the front of his left leg! God, this was going to feel so damn gross!

Hiro popped right back up to his feet, fueled by how digustingly slimy his right shoulder had become. He rubbed most of it off on his tights, and then quickly remembered that he had to get back on the offense. Picking the chair he had back up off of the ground, he tried to take advantage of Vaseline Man keeping his own sight distracted while covering his face. Hiro attempt to drive the steel chair right into the left leg of the former Stone Temple Pilots mascot.

The chair hit Hiro in the face, and he stumbled back a bit, shocked that this embryo of excitement had just done what Hiro did earlier. The chair fell to the ground, and Hiro shook his head free of the cobwebs, and he caught eye of the Vaseline Man sliding away. Just the sight of the trail of goop that the guy left behind was enough to make Hiro gag, so instead of following after him, Hiro slid into the ring with his steel chair, and simply waited. He knew that this match had to end at some point, so he was willing to wait for the Vaseline Man to join him back in this ring...however, the second that Vaseline Man would try, Hiro would be waiting for him with his steel chair.

Hiro was going just as fast as the sliding shogun of sex. When he climbed up the turnbuckle, Hiro threw the chair he was holding at Vaseline Man, as a distraction. What Hiro would really do is run at the ropes and knock into the top one, looking to make Vaseline Man lose his ballance and land crotch first on the top turnbuckle!