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 Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 3:44 pm
shhhhhh...
SHOW me how to lie
You’re getting better all the time
And turning all against the one
Is an art that’s hard to teach
Another clever word
Sets off an unsuspecting herd
And as you step back into line
A mob jumps to their feet
Now dance, ********, dance
Man, he never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you
And now you steal away
Take him out today
Nice work you did
You’re gonna go far, kid
With a thousand lies and a good disguise
Hit 'em right between the eyes,
Hit 'em right between the eyes
When you walk away,
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See 'em running
FOR THEIR LIVES Monday Night Massacre comes on the air live on HBO as "You're Gonna Go Far, Kid." by the Offspring filled the arena. The fans let out a loud pop with cheers all around as Hiro Shin-Mozas steps out from the back, dressed in his competing garb with an all new T-shirt. He heads down the ramp, high fiving fans and pointing around to some of the louder ones in the crowd with a nod. The Cuban Jap enters the ring and grabs a microphone from a crew member, letting his music die out before he took to the mic. "...HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BISMARCK!" Hiro stops for a moment to let the crowd pop and do their thing, the former BBW World Champion soaking in the warm response that he had become accustomed to since he'd returned from injury. "Alright, Alright, I can tell you guys are gonna be red hot tonight! I love it! However, the reason I came out here to start off the show is because I have something I need to get off of my chest. As most of you probably saw live on HBO last Monday, I was put through a table by Kujaku. You know, it's one thing to be a whiny b***h when getting a title match, but it's another thing to just up and attack a dude when his back is turned. I wanted a match with you tonight, but that s**t GM Kelly King decided it was a better idea to give you what you wanted, a match with J.W. Caliber. Well, I say good for you. That drunken cowboy is going to rip your head right off of this royal shoulders of yours. Another thing, Jasper Shaw...how you feeling, buddy? I beat your a** bad last week. I just proved that regardless of anything you've seen from me in my career, you can never take me lightly. I may spend a lot of my time in a wrestling ring on the receiving end of punishment, but my career has spanned 8 years and I'm a multiple time world champion, as well as one of the most successful under dogs EVER. In this business, you gotta be damn good to get passed being held down for years and have success, and that's just what I am. Damn. Good. If you didn't get pumped for my title match at Spring in the Ring after seeing what I could do last week, I don't know what will get you pumped. Because, as far as I am concerned-" ((Planned))
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 4:38 pm
[ Personal Jesus - Marilyn Manson ]
'Reach out and touch faith'
Marshall's music began to play, cutting Hiro off from finishing his sentence. It was a rather douche move, to interupt someone in mid promo, but truth be told, the arrogant vampire felt he had every right to do so. However, some of the crowd (particularly the Hiro fans), didn't seem to appreciate that much. There were some boo's mixed in with the cheers of Marshall's fans.
The vampire strolled out from behind the curtain, with his sister trailing not to far beside him. There was a mic in his hand, and he motioned for his music to cut. His free hand patted the title belt around his toned waist.
Once his music began to fade down, he allowed the crowd to voice their opinion on the interruption a bit longer, with a little smirk on his face, before raising his mic up to his lips while motioning for the crowd to lower the volume of their tone.
"I understand your excitement to see me, ladies and gentlemen, but please...contain yourselves," he chuckled, along with his half sister, as the crowd raised their voice towards his words once again. However, instead of encouraging them on, Marshall focused his attention to the man in the ring. Both he and Dallas began to make their way down the ramp, towards Hiro. "Dallas was right, you do talk a lot, don't you, Hiro?"
It seemed the Cruz siblings were in quite the playful, teasing mood. Marshall had no animosity towards Hiro and neither did Dallas. Any friend of his sister's was a friend of his. It was all in good teasing fun.
"Look, forget about whatever it was that you went through on the last show. Not of that matters right now. Leave it in the past. You don't have to worry about those other two anymore, all due respect. Now you have to deal with me. Well, with us." As they neared the ring, Marshall motioned towards his sister as he referenced the 'us' in his statement. He climbed up the steps, with Dallas following after him. Being the gentleman that he was, he sat on the ropes in order to allow his sister to enter first before taking his turn to follow after her.
"Last Monday, you were given a shot at my title. My pretty TV championship that I value more than anything, almost as much as I value my hair." As he said this, Marshall ran a hand through that thick, dark hair of his, while some of the ladies in the audience were sure to voice their approval. "Do I have a problem with that? No, not really. Nothing I can do about it, so no point in bitching and complaining. We're friends, you and I, no? I can do you this solid. However, let's take a moment to appreciate the gravity of the situation, shall we?"
As he spoke, Dallas kept her eyes locked on Hiro. Her gaze wasn't threatening nor was it cold. It was merely her observing Hiro, sizing him up against her brother. As a manager, she would need to pin point his weak points in order to further assist her brother. However, finding a weak point in Hiro was tricky. She knew him well, and considered him a good friend. Having to harm a friend in order to help your kin was never easy.
"You and I, I don't think we've ever gone up against one another. You're a legend in your own right, an eight year veteran. Myself? Well, I haven't been around THAT long. My sister here has more experience than I do. BUT, in the short time I've been here, I've made quite the name for myself. I've gone up against pirates, wrestling royalty, and more recently, two of the most demented personifications of evil I have ever had the misfortune of dealing with in my life. And guess what. I've come out in top, in all situations. I always win, because I'm Marshall Lee, baby. So, tell me, Hiro Shin-Mozas, do you really think you can take this title from me? Do you really know what you're getting yourself into?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2015 8:18 pm
Hiro was relatively surprised to be cut off by his Spring in the Ring opponent. Marshal and Dallas made their way out to the ring and got in it, Marsh doing all of the talking. As they entered, Hiro waved over, a greeting of sorts, a showing of respect as they entered the ring and, for all intents and purposes, cut him off. The fans cheered both men, but an argument could be made that they were a /little/ more behind the red hot Cuban Jap. Finally, Marsh brought up the biggest question of all. Does Hiro truly know what he's getting himself into? "Well, Marshal, for one...Hey guys! How ya' doing! I know you didnt really say hello to me, but Dallas could attest, Im normally the friendly and out going kinda guy. Anyway, let me just get right into answering you. I know exactly what Im getting myself into. To be quite frank, this is damn near a down grade for me! I worked the main event of Spring in the Ring last year where I successfully defended the BBW World Championship. I know all about big title matches at Spring of the Ring, and truth be told, I know a thing or two about you buddy. Your sister and I have been friends a long time, going back before you were even stomping around here. Ive been to battle with and against your sister. I nearly destroyed her once, even. I may come off as a nice guy and what not outside the ring, but trust me that inside of it, you've got no idea what you're dealing with, funny enough. I like you Marshal, you're her brother, that means you're alright by me. I've watched you since you began, and you're one helluva competitor....but you're not on my level, friend."
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2015 6:00 pm
Hiro's words struck a nerve with Marshall, which was noticeable by the way his eyebrow arched and the way his lips pursed. However, the vampire tried to keep a level head about the situation. It was now noted from past events that Marshall had quite the temper when provoked. "Let's rewind a bit. You were the BBW World Champion at one point. Keyword, 'were'. What happened there, Hiro? How many times have you held that title? One time, right? Unlike me, of course. Yeah, I lost my title, but I quickly won it back. You lost yours and...well....here you are." Marshall motioned towards Hiro with his finger, "So as much as it pains me to say, I'm right here" he raised his hand pretty high up, before moving it down low to his knee after he said his last couple of words, "And you, my friend. Are waaay down here. No offense." That last bit, he said condescendingly, as if getting back at Hiro for pretty much insulting him in that obnoxiously friendly manner.
Marshall raised his mic up to his lips to speak again, but was silenced when a slender, purple nailed hand covered the mouth piece. He turned to look at Dallas, to which she gave him her own look, silently telling him she wanted to speak. Understanding, Marshall nodded and allowed Dallas to take the mic in her hand. She took a few steps forward, until she was face to face with Hiro, moving her scarf so that he can get a good look at her.
"Let me stop you right there for a bit, Hiro," she said to him, her eyes burning a whole right through him, "My brother and his title aside, let's talk about something a bit more personal that you just said. You are a very nice guy out of the ring, that I know first hand. You and I can be called friends...but, I don't know if I can call you that anymore."
The crowd voiced their surprise at her words, a few letting out a loud 'ooooh'. But Dallas ignored them for the time being. Instead, she focused on the man in front of her, "You throw around the term a lot. 'Friend'. Friends help one another, friends care. Now tell me, 'Friend'. Where were you when I was subjected to one of the most darkest moments of my life? Hm? I don't recall you coming to help my brother save me. Did you even care what happened to me? What I went through? I don't think you did."
Dallas tilted her head to the side a little, her hand tightening around the mic as a wave of displeasure flowed through her. However, she masked this displeasure with a smile. A sickeningly sweet smile that was obviously displeased. "Care to explain yourself....'Friend'."
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