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 Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2015 3:13 pm
"The following contest is a Triple Threat match, and is for the BBW TV CHAMPIONSHIP! The first person to complete a pinfall or submission will win the championship! Introducing first..." 
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2015 7:05 pm
I am the one
Camouflage and guns
Risk my life
To keep my people from harm
Authority
Vested in me
I sacrifice
With my brothers in arms
Through this doorway
What's on the other side
Never knowing
Exactly what I'll find
Locked and loaded
Voices screaming
Let's go!
Come on do it
Here we go! "Hammerhead" by the Offspring, which has TOTALLY been Hiro's theme song since he dropped "You're Gonna Go Far, Kid.", hits the PA system. Within moments, from the back, wearing a long black jacket with the letter H stitched into the back in Orange, Hiro Shin-Mozas appears from the back. At Solarslam he embraced the hate once more, and he used it to put up a serious fight against Seita, however he just couldn't get the job done. The fans here in Mexico were booing the "Hateful Hero", as he was referring to himself as. Earlier in the night he cut a promo in Spanish, insulting this crowd and the country itself, so they were in no way excited to see him. Hiro made his way down the ramp, lights beating off his face to show his scars and make the black bags under his eyes shine bright. Oh, take a life
Ten others may live
Oh, that's just the way it goes
Oh, shut my eyes
It hammers in my head
Where it'll end
Nobody knows
Oh, take a life
Ten others may live
Oh, that's just the way it goes
It's playing over and over in my head
Where it'll end
Nobody knows
Stay the course
Reasonable force
I believe
I serve a greater good
Smoke and dust
Enemies are crushed
Nothing left
Where a man once stood
Through this doorway
What's on the other side
Never knowing
Exactly what I'll find
Locked and loaded
Voices screaming
Let's go!
But I'm just doing what I'm told Hiro stepped up the steel steps and walked across the apron, turning to face the crowd and looked around at them, an evil smile growing across his face as he shook his head. He entered the ring, walking right across it to step up the middle and bottom ropes, doing the title pose motioning at his waist. Tonight was a time for revenge against Seita and an opportunity at redemption against Marshall. With the hatred in him awoken once more, Hiro was poised to win the BBW Television Championship in the main event here tonight. He ripped away his jacked and tossed to ringside, fiddling with his gloves as he awaited the other two opponents. "The following contest is a Triple Threat match, and is for the BBW TV CHAMPIONSHIP! The first person to complete a pinfall or submission will win the championship! Introducing first, one of the challengers...From HAVANA, CUBA, weighing in at 243 pounds...He is the self proclaimed 'Most Hateful Man on the Planet'...Hiro Shin-Mozas!"
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2015 12:27 pm
"That was a pretty good entrance guys, what do you think?"
"There's something about Hiro that appeals to a lot of people, but not to me. I hate that guy."
"Nuke?"
"Oh, I was meant to pay attention during that? My bad. Let's just see who comes out next."
"Oh, well.. what are your thoughts on Hiro?"
"I look at Hiro like I do a rabid, hungry dog. He may be fighting hard for what he wants, but really he just needs to be put down. He calls himself the most hateful man on the planet, but until he joins the Hitler Youth, he hasn't got my vote."
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Guy. Troy.
Nuke.
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2015 9:07 pm
[ Personal Jesus - Marilyn Manson ]
Out from behind the curtain emerged the two time champion of BBW, Marshall Lee, with that pretty title of his around his waist and his sister trailing behind him. The male sibling sported his usual cocky grin on his face, as if he was hot s**t and he knew it. Perhaps the reason for his recent success was his undying confidence in himself.
Dallas, seemed to share her brother's slight arrogance, strutting along with him with a smirk of her own and matched Marshall's. The two really did look erriely similar.
Making his way to the ring, accompanied by the Voodoo Queen, Dallas Cruz, from Corpus Christi, Texas, weighing in at 225lbs...He is the BBW TV Champion...Marshall Lee!
Normally, the champion would make his entrance last. But this occasion was different.
Patting his lovely title around that gorgeous toned waist of his, Marshall nodded towards Dallas, motioning for her to follow after him as he proceeded to make his way down the ring, taking his time to interact with the fans. This of course, consisted of giving out some high fives and blowing some kisses to some of the adoring ladies. The crowded seemed to be behind the sibling duo, perhaps glad to see some representation of their race.
Dallas followed after him, her lips moving and mumbling as she looked back and forth on either side of her, smiling sweetly at the fans. As to what exactly the Voodoo Queen was mumbling, it was hard to tell. Was it a curse for Marshall's opponents or a blessing her for half brother? Or did it have to do with their third oponent?
Marshall approached the ring and hopped onto the ring apron, posing and show boating for the audience as Dallas climbed up the steps. Marshall sat on the second rope, pulling up the top one while he did so to allow Dallas to climb on it before following after her.
Once in the ring, he would continue to show boat, climbing up on the ring posts to pose and smirk out to the crowd, while Dallas' hazel eyes looked around. She eyed the referee, all four sides of the ring, even to Commentator Guy and Commentator Troy out at ring side, as well as to a Mr. Nuke Fusion, who she gave a smile and a wink to. Her gaze was enough to make those that were under it nervous. Then again, who wouldn't be squirmy under the gaze of a voodoo queen who 'allegedly' summoned Death?
Marshall's music began to fade out, meaning it was time for Death to make his appearance. As he settled to his corner with Dallas not too far from him, Marshall's confident front faltered a bit. He was nervous, who wouldn't be. Not only was this a Triple Threat match, a match where he didn't have to be pinned to lose, he was about to go face to face with the entity that was Seita.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2015 5:56 am
"Well well Mr. Fusion, what was that exchange about? C'mon we all saw it!"
"I can't comment on anything except that Dallas is looking incredible tonight, and she's doing exactly what she ought to as Marshall's right hand woman here. She's taking some of the attention away from you, as she will the competitors, to give him an edge. Whether it's an icy cold stare or a menacingly seductive wink, she really knows how to work the ring."
"Is there any background to yourself and Dallas?"
"Perhaps, but not anything I'd like to air on television. Maybe you should ask her some time. Let's crack on with this commentary now boys. I, for one, am looking forward to seeing just what the Champ has tonight in this Triple Threat match."
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Guy. Troy.
Nuke.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2015 7:52 am
Hiro stayed in a corner of the ring, his anger rising to a high point as he stared down Marshall and Dallas with his dead eyes. He still blamed her. It was still her fault. None of these ever would have happened if not for Dallas' magic crap bringing forth that destructive force. Then there was that exchange with the FEB at ringside. The Cuban-Jap slicked his hair back and growled, wanting to leap at Marshal now and bash his head in. However, Hiro was to wait for Seita Gray to appear. However, these two may not be the only wrestlers he had to deal with tonight.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 6:13 pm
An eerie wind picked up, A single raven flew down from up on high, circling the outside of the ring repeatedly before taking flight to circle the ring proper, like a vulture. As the black wind howled, a guitar began to strum. The lights all went out but for spotlights that shone down on Hiro, Marshall, and Dallas respectively.
Run On - Blues Saraceno
Drums and a low strummed guitar started to beat along with the dragging of a chain. A flood of ravens burst out from the stage, flying in every which direction they could, panicked as the birds were, searching for ways out of the arena. When the birds were gone, in their wake stood a darkly cloaked man. His hood hid the majority of his face, with the exception of the hair that draped over his features, but Seita's mouth did not smirk nor sneer. He was dead serious. The fans were in a bit of an uproar for his appearance, having a slight mystique to it.
You May Run. For A Long Time.
Run On
For A Long Time.
Run On
For A Long Time.
Let Me Tell You The God Is Gonna Cut You Down.
Let Me Tell You The God Is Gonna Cut You Down.
[And, introducing his opponent... weighing in at two-hundred and forty-five pounds... from the Grave Flats... Seita Gray!]
Death Himself stood on the stage for a long moment, simply staring down at the ring, still being haunted by the first raven that had appeared in the arena. It had been the only bird to stay, the others having long departed this world. The undead man looked ghastly to the appearance, gray and cold to the touch. He was still decorated by scars that littered his torso where the spotlight shone. Many of these knicks and cuts had been with him all of his long career, but some of them were far more recent, as early as his match against Harli Drummond at last year's Solar Slam, and now a few new ones from Hiro. Smoke almost appeared to be seeping out from under his robes; it misted out around him and behind him. He started to walk down the ramp towards his opponents for the night.
Go Tell That Long Tongued Liar
Tell That Midnight Rider
Tell The Gamblers
The Ramblers
The Back-Biter
Tell Them The God Is Gonna Cut Them Down.
Tell Them That God's Gonna Strike Them Down.
His head bowed in reverance, every step he took seemed to be purposeful. If one thing could be said about his drastic change in demeanor since his purported "death", it was that he took himself much more seriously. As he passed by the fans that were closest to him, children shy'd away from him, while adult fans either jeered or cheered him. However, every so often, a few fans would simply bow their heads as Gray passed them, in worship of Death. It was obvious that Gray believed what he said, and some of the people in the crowd were starting to believe too. He had had the task of convincing these people last year, and it was obvious that the hype with this man was quite real and obviously bone chilling. His robes, and the smoke that trailed from it, made it look like he wasn't even walking, but simply gliding across the stage and ramp towards the ring. The only color that was visible on him that was not a shade of black, white, or anything in between was the eerie blue rune on his chest that myseriously appeared to glow in tune with a heart beat. Gray turned towards the steel steps, making ready to walk up into the ring. At the bottom of the stairs, he looked up. He removed the bottom parts of his robes, leaving only his cloaked cape on his shoulders with the large feathers jutting out from the shoulder.
One Of These Days, You Can Mark My Word
You Think A Man Is Away At Work
Creep On Up, Knock On That Door
THAT'S ALL SON, YOU WILL KNOCK NO MORE!
In tune with the powerful drum that beat at this point in his entrance music, Seita walked up the steel steps threateningly until he was on the apron, walking all the way across the ring on the outside until he got to the turnbuckle on the other side. The raven that had been flying around the ring swooped down and, after making one final pass around the ropes, landed on the steel ring post that The Reaper of Souls now stood by. Seita turned around, holding the top rope in his grasp, and stared right at the other wrestlers, removing his hood, letting his hair fall all about his face, and then dropping his cloak down off the ring onto the floor. Gray stepped into the ring and stood in that corner, adjusting his gloves and the black straps that wrapped around his arms above his wrist tape. Inspecting Hiro, then Marshall, he made no movements other than to stare straight into their souls.
You May Run. For A Long Time.
Run On.
For a Long Time.
Run On.
For A Long Time.
Let Me Tell You That God Is Gonna Cut You Down.
Sooner Or Later, God Will Cut You Down.
Seita walked around the ring, sliding his hand over the top rope as he did so, keeping his eyes on the other wrestlers. He did this across all four sides, kind of corralling his opponents, until he was settled in his starting corner, walking slowly into the center of the ring for the match to begin.
Seita stood across the ring from the two people he'd conflicted with the harshest in the past few months, while his pet raven sat on the steel steps staring uncomfortably so at Dallas Cruz.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 8:16 pm
Marshall eyed Seita, his eyes narrowing as he shifted his stance. The nerves at the pit of his stomach twisted, but he knew he couldn't let Death get to him. He was a child of the night, his kind didn't fear death. But then again, here he was, standing before him and Hiro in all his unwordly glory. To show he had his head in the game, Marshall unstrapped his title from his waist, peering between his two opponents and held up the title high above his head with a single arm by the strap. The crowd voiced their excitement and what they knew was going to be one hell of a match.
Meanwhile, besides Marshall, his sister squirmed uncomfortably under the gaze of Seita's raven. It's eyes staring straight into her soul, if the swamp queen even had one anymore. Dallas pulled her hood up over her head a bit more, trying to break the eye contact between herself and the raven before she climbed out of the ring to allow the other competitors to go about their business.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 8:23 am
Hiro shook his arms around at his sides, his gaze switching between Seita and Marshall as he leaned back in his corner. There was no love lost between these three men in the ring and the young woman at ringside. Nuke Fusion was in for one helluva main event tonight, as the ref checked all three, and then took the championship from Marshall. He lifted it up high above his head for the crowd to roar at, keeping it there for a few moments before showing it to all three men from a safe distance. He handed it off to a crew member, and seconds later, called for the bell! Like clockwork, Hiro escaped the ring from his corner and dropped right down to ringside, fans booing his act of cowardice. The Hateful man smirked at the fans booing him, trading some words with fans at ringside. Didn't look as though Hiro was planning on getting involved in the action right off the bat...but after Solarslam, can you blame him?
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 8:59 am
As the bell rang, Seita slowly walked into the center of the ring, placing himself between Hiro and Marshall defiantly, but looking at neither of them, instead following his bird's gaze to Dallas Cruz, staring at her outside the ring.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 5:45 pm
Marshall peered over to Hiro, sneering at him in annoyance as the ref took his title from him. He shook his head softly, showing that he didn't seem to think much of Hiro. He was a tough competitor, sure. But otherwise, Hiro was nothing to him. As the bell rang, Seita made his way to the center of the ring before he could charge at the Cuban Jap. However, Death did nothing. His raven, on the other hand, continued to gaze at Dallas.
She straightened up, pushing herself away from where she leaned herself against the apron by Marshall's feet. Her eyes met the bird's, her hazel peering straight into the creature's soulness black eyes. Dallas reached up to adjust her head scarf, narrowing her eyes at the bird.
Her brother stood still, watching, waiting for some sort of indication on who he should go for. If he wanted to get to Hiro, he would need to go through Death first. The crowd was anxious, eager to see this show down.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 7:03 pm
Hiro, down at ringside, watched Marshall and Seita in the ring. Marsh was mad, Seita was stone. Nothing was quite new, really. However, that pesky pet of Seita's had taken residence on the steps, taking away from the match in Hiro's opinion, seeing as how Seita's own eyes followed that of the Raven. Storming around the ring, passing by Dallas Cruz while purposely attempting to bump into her hard, Hiro ran at the steel steps and tried to drive his boot into them, breaking it apart and hopefully sending the bird flying away!
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 8:00 pm
As Dallas tried to avoid the raven at all costs, she felt a hard bump against her that caused her to stumble against the ring apron, grabbing into the side of the ring to keep her footing. She wasn't expecting the sudden assualt, the nerve of him! Dallas, outloud she hissed out towards him loud enough for most to hear, "Tout pou ou pral ale mal!" A curse, no doubt.
Meanwhile, Marshall noticed his sister being pushed, to which he stupidity took his eyes off of Seita to address the situation, yelling at Hiro in Spanish.
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 5:04 pm
[The winner of this contest...
... and your new BBW TV Champion...
... Hiro Shin-Mozas, via pinfall on Marshall Lee.]
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