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
"You're Gonna Go Far, Kid." by The Offspring hit the PA system as the fans let out a mixed reaction of cheers and boos. Hiro Shin-Mozas steps out from the back, quickly turning his back to the crowd to watch his back. He seems to be sweating, looks like he possibly hadn't slept in a few days. His beard and hair seemed unkempt, and his attire was slightly dirty. He headed down the ramp normally after a moment, a fan sticking out their hand and startling him. Some people got a laugh out of it, but Hiro just got angry and continued his way to the ring, reaching it and sliding in under the bottom rope.
"Introducing first...From Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 243 pounds...Hiro Shin-Mozas!"
Hiro heard his name, and without thinking, popped up to his feet and threw up his hands, screaming "REVEAL YOURSELF SEITA". His eyes were open wide and he stepped around the ring, backing into a corner and leaping forward as he did so, rolling across the ring. He scared himself! He looked around as the fans laughed, it obviously bothering Hiro. He got up right to his feet again, the music dying out. He calmly walked over to the ring announcer and asked for their microphone, getting it in his hands.
"Now look...I know its funny to watch a big, jacked man get scarred and jump around, but you guys need to understand...this is a serious problem for me. Seita Gray is ruining my life! He's making me fear for my future and career! I know a lot of you are mad at me for what I did to Marshall last week...and yeah, I'll admit, I stepped over the line. I shouldn't have cost him his match...but Dallas shouldn't have EVER brought that monster into the fold. She not only made some sorta stupid voodoo thing that ended up forcing me to target it her, but then went on to not do a single thing to control Seita when he showed up. Whats up with that? Yeah, I get it, she is saying that she didn't summon him, but why isn't this guy going after Marshall right now, hm? Why is he coming after me? You can't explain that, Dallas. I know you did that to help cheat for Marshall, and when I handle him, I'm coming after you two again, and that TV Championship. You're going to get yours. For now though...Dear god, keep Seita away. I've got a match to win! Let's go!"
Hiro leaped up in the air and tossed the microphone, bouncing in place as he waited for Pantera to come out to the ring. The ring announcer looked like they weren't happy, and stepped up behind Hiro to tap him on the shoulder. As they did so, Hiro leaped forward yelping, dropping to the mat and turning around to see the ring announcer who was trying to hold back laughter. Hiro looked embarrassed, and soon realized what he did. He rolled out of the ring from his prone position and grabbed the microphone he tossed out, sliding back in and handing it to the ring announcer once more. He backed himself into a corner once more and looked around every few seconds, awaiting his opponent.