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 Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 3:05 pm
On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
You can listen to the engines, moanin' out it's one old song
You can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
When you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do
You don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through Metallica's "Turn the Page" began to pulsate out of the speaker system, and the crowd started to drown it out with booing almost immediately. A camera angle was focused on the side of the stage. Hiro, The BBW Champion, The Embodiment of Hatred, and The Most Hated Man in Wrestling History, stepped out from the back with the BBW Championship draped over his shoulder. The camera focused in behind him, as to not show his face yet to anyone but the immediate crowd members who could see him up close. Hiro extended out both arms and lifted up the BBW Championship high above his head. Now that was something EVERYONE in the arena could see. Fans, however, were gagging, some couldnt take the sight. Hiro looked like he hadn't bathed in an entire week. The camera slowly began to turn and reveal Hiro's frontal view, the dried up blood covering his torso and arms like rugburns, and more dried blood and scars where staples used to be adorned his face. Why in gods name did he still look like this? Why would he let his hair remain crusted with blood? Why leave his face susceptible to infection like this? It didn't seem any of that crossed Hiro's mind. He hated these people in the crowd, just as they did him. Hiro lowered the belt back down onto his shoulder, and he grinned, his crimson smile striking some as straight up demented. But here I am, on the road again
There I am, up on the stage
There I go, playing the star again
There I go, turn the page
You walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you, as you're shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode
And most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can
All the same 'ole cliches: is it woman? Is it man?
And you always seem outnumbered, you dare not make a stand, make your stand.
But here I am, on the road again
There I am, up on the stage
There I go, playing the star again
There I go, turn the page Hiro trudged down the ramp, giving the fans his demented smile and turning them away in fear. The Champion was doing whatever he could for a negative reaction, and he really didnt mind leaving himself looking like this. It proved one thing...the guy was nuts, but he was nuts because of hate. There was zero reason to care about appearance, people, actions, anything, when you're filled with hate, and seeking to unleash it in others. Hiro reached the ring, entering it. The music died out as the Embodiment of Hatred took hold of a microphone, signifying it was time for him to speak. The fans didnt give him any respect however, and continued to boo. Hiro wouldn't have it any other way. "It feels....So....Different, to be standing here as a World Champion. All other times it's happened, is hasn't felt like much. However, with this BBW World Championship...It fills me...It fills me with hatred. The things I had to do for this belt...Heh...You people could only imagine. Wanting to do things with honor, wanting to do things "the right way". You people don't seem to get it...It doesnt matter if people like you, or not. You can be loved by everyone, do it all right, or be hated by everyone, and do it all wrong...and still be World Champion. Im living proof of how doing everything the entirely wrong way...can always still be the right way. I guess we all follow different paths to the ending, but we can all reach it. I did the easy thing. I embraced the hate within me for others. The jealousy. The anger. Everything. A world based off of hate, turning, SPINNING, BECAUSE OF HATE, THAT, THAT IS THE WORLD WE NEED!" The fans booing intensifies as Hiro marches about the ring, clutching the championship close as he yells into the microphone. "I've lasted as long as I have, GIVEN as much as I have, to get me to this point where I can sit here, and say to you all...That hatred does work. Hating the best, does work. Hating EVERYONE, does work! So, please, people in the back...people here tonight, people watching ALL OVER! Dont listen to the others! Dont earn your place! Dont fight for it! DONT DO ANYTHING OF THE SORT! HATE! MAKE PEOPLE PISSED! FORCE THEM INTO A CORNER, FORCE THEM TO GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT!" Hiro was getting red in the face, even squeezing some blood out of his scars. He was showing perhaps more emotion than he had before. Hiro stomped his foot, and attention was GIVEN. It was like a loud bang played over the speaker, as when he did stomp his foot, he slammed the microphone against his knee. "Our whole business, built on hatred. The whole business survives to this DAY, because of hatred. People at each other's throats, shots taken out of the ring, hatred, hatred, HATRED! I LOVE IT! However, these fools, idiots, ******** IDIOTS, dont have the brains, the ability, the capability to take that hatred and apply to becoming a WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION." Hiro raises the BBW Championship high up into the air, and the fans begin to boo once again. There was no way Hiro could keep them silent for long. "Theres a new Puppet Master in town, and it'll be my life's work to unleash the hatred in other and make the world the way I see fit. Hatred...A world filled with it. That's my dream. My other dream? To remain the BBW World Champion FOREVER. You people may look into my eyes, into my heart and soul, and see nothing but darkness, evil, and hate. Well, I agree. I see it all as well. However, to me, that's not negative. That's the biggest positive. To be negative, is to be very, very positiv-" ((Planned))
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 9:37 pm
Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take ya
Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego,
baby why don't we go,
Jamaica
The curtains fly open and out swaggers Freakshow in high spirits. Wearing a rather loud suit to the tune of the Beach Boy's classic Kokomo he claps loudly, garnering only further boo's from the outdoor audience. He chuckles to himself, with a microphone held in his left hand his lip curls up into a smile. Self-satisfaction. He'd gotten everything he'd wanted out of BBW in one fell swoop. Or that's what it seemed. He finds himself down to the ring in no time. Usually the blonde was one to leisure around, target a few fans, drink in the atmosphere. Not this time. It was straight to business for the manager. He quickly scales the stares, walks to the middle of the apron and slips right in through the ropes. He pops into the ring with a bounce in his step and heads straight towards Hiro. Without so much as a greeting he embraces the man with a warm, back-patting hug. In his mind it was a foregone conclusion.
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 9:48 pm
Hiro's eyes widen as Freak interrupts him, his rage and hatred building quickly. This ******** b*****d, showing his face to Hiro after what he did to him in the past. You can only imagine how shocked, disgusted, and traumatized the BBW Champion was when suddenly, this racist monster HUGGED him. Hiro backed up, and shoved Freak off of him, his eyes as wide as they could be. "Who...Who do you think you are...You...You ********>
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 6:46 am
Freakshow staggers back. "Sheesh! Sorry for getting in your bubble kiddo.." The new yorker mumbles into the microphone, before gesticulating loudly. "But.. I mean... COME ON! Look at you! You're the champ! You're the top dog! This is what you've always wanted! Freak wipes at the corner of his dry eye. He sniffs a couple of times before leaning into the microphone and adding.
"You're at the top baby," The veteran butters, "And you know what makes it better.. That I was the one who made it happen. " Freak beams to himself, casually forgetting his past of bigotry and general indecency towards Hiro. "Yes, me. I sent Killman, I sent him for you!" That probably wasn't exactly true, seeing as Salem Croft was in the match. In a show of faux humility the manager holds his hands up defensively.
"I guess it's kind of fitting huh, you know, Hiro, I've always seen myself as kind of a father figure to you," He smiles, "Sure, we've had our differences. What good father doesn't have to take to his boy with a belt a couple of times, huh?" He rubs his hands together, shrugging. "And I never felt bad doing the things I did because I always had your best interest in mind,"
The manager digs into his pocket, pulling out his magical white envelope. Extra thick. "So uh.. Take this as you will. Maybe buy yourself a present, something nice. I'd like to think of this a birthday gift. You might uh, give it a little more weight than that," He grins coyly before extending the bribe to the champion.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 11:03 pm
Hiro takes hold of the envelope and quickly moves away from Freak, opening it. Money. Of course. Hiro instantly drops the envelope, a couple of twenties flying out. "I like you Freak. I do. You got hate within your soul, YOUR HEART! Hell, these people may just hate you more than they hate me....But I dont like that. I dont want that at all. Theres only room for one hateful man in this ring, Freakshow. So you can either get your racist, bigot self out of the ring...or I can send you out piece by hateful piece." Hiro stepped up to Freakshow, displaying the size difference quite well. He didnt really seem to be ready to deal with the games of Freakshow.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 6:46 pm
Freakshow looks at the money on the floor in utter confusion before looking up at Hiro. He flinches at bit as the bigger man yells, still, it wasn't anything he hadn't dealt with before. That's what he thought, at least. Blinking a couple times he swallows, ready to bargain harder.
"Look, look, I get it.." He motions defensively. "You're the champ, this is your moment, I get it, I really do. All's I'm asking for you to do is to think a little bit past that pride of your's, ok? Like it or not buddy, you're gunna have people gunning for you. You don't think it'd help to have the right person, or persons in your corner? I'm not even saying we can gaurantee that thing stays your's," He points at the shimmering belt. "Cause we can't.. You're always gunna have a target on your head... You may as well permit yourself a few luxuries while you got it on your head, huh?"
The wiry, fast talking promoter points down at the money on the ground. "I think that's all I got to offer you're dead wrong chico," He offers his twitchy hand towards the champ. "How's about it?"
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2014 1:25 pm
Hiro looked at Freakshow, and then back down at the money. He seemed so...conflicted? He looked the same way he did when he was deciding if he should stab Salem Croft in the back or not. Hiro shifted the BBW Championship from one shoulder to the other, and reached down, Freak smiling and looking around at the crowd going "See, See?". The fans booed Hiro even louder than they normally would. They really didn't like him now...but aligning with Freakshow? Seriously? Hiro picked up a twenty and looked at it for a second. He almost saw his own reflection looking back at him. "Do it", the reflection said. Hiro looked at it's scars and blood stained face and body. He reached into his boot...and produced the switchblade, still with Salem Croft's blood all over the blade and handle. He pointed it at Freak and got close to him, aiming for his throat. The crowd popped with boos and some cheers, many fans choosing to be distraught and frightened over attentive and entertained. What the ******** was wrong with the BBW Champion?
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 8:33 am
"JESUS CHRIST!" Freakshow throws his hands up defensively. ********, he was ********. There are many scenarios for which the veteran of twenty years is well equipped for. None of these scenarios involved a knife to his throat. "WHATAREYOUDOING" He bleats fearfully, his eyes wide as the cold metal of the knife make light contact with his neck. The hyperventilating new yorker stammers, beads of sweat shooting down his neck as he stares into the void of the champions beady Puerto Rican eyes. "H-HEY KIDDO IF YOU WANT MORE, UH, WE CAN BARGAIN.. THERE'S NO NEED FOR THIS"
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 4:11 pm
Hiro held the knife to the throat of Freak still, he continued to cower in fear at the sight of the champion and his brandished weapon. Hiro's cold, cuban-japanese eyes stared dead into the mostly vacant look that the old fart had upon his scrunched up, scared eyes. He was never told 'no' before...and now, he was being threatened with a sharp and blood-stained 'no'. The BBW Champion poked the knife a little harder into Freak's throat, bringing the microphone up to mouth once more. "You're one of the big reasons I have so much hate in my heart. Leave this ring now, before I carve your jugular with my initials and paint small children's faces with your pitch black blood, b***h." Hiro dropped the microphone as he huffed and puffed, the blade remaining one small thrust away from most likely killing the legend.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 4:17 pm
"O..O-K.." Freakshow, heart pounding in his throat, slowly takes measured steps away from the knife wielding Spaniard. As soon as he gets remotely close to the ropes his whips around and damn near dives through the middle. Bracing his hand onto the apron he lands on his feet before damn near sprinting like a cheetah all the way up the ramp. Upon reaching the top he topples over, propping himself up on his a** and looking back into the ring, feeling only marginally safer, his finger pointed at the champion.
"I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS YOU LITTLE f*****t!"
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 4:25 pm
The set Hiro off. His anger and hatred mounting, the BBW Champion quickly escaped the ring, kicking the microphone with a resounding "BOOM!", and he took off up the ramp, knife in hand, looking to HM01 Freak a little bit before he could escape!
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