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 Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 8:40 am
The Following contest is set for one fall and is a Loser Leaves Town match and is for the Legacy Championship! Introducing first...
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 2:41 pm
THIS CITY IS JUST ONE BIG p***y JUST WAITING TO BE ******** class="postcontent-align-center" style="text-align: center">CLICK. POW. POW. POW. The lights turn on revealing the challenger dressed in a red white & blue polyester full body suit with rayband shades and immaculate white boots that blinded the eyes of all who laid eyes on them. Wrapped around his head and keeping his natural hair in place was an amateur head gear ordinarily reserved for either boxing or collegiate wrestling His feet moved rapidly as he jogged in place before thrusting his fist in the air at which a burst of pyro erupted from every orifice of the arena in the shape of an Eagle as confetti made of fake dollar bills rained down from the sky.
WEEELL YOU WENT UPTOWN RIDING IN YOUR LIMOSINE
WITH YOUR FINE PARK AVENUE CLOTHES
YOU HAD DON PERIGNON IN YOUR HAND
AND A SPOON UP YOUR NOSE
"From The United States of America, weighing in tonight at 210 lbs, Freakshow!"
The American Classic holds both hands up in the air in preparation to perform a crotch chop before freezing. He wasn't about that life. He wasn't a degenerate, he wasn't a shooter, he wasn't a rebel. He was the franchise. The institution. He was the money and the man who called the shots. Lowering the pose he remains stone faced. Holding his hand up in front of his face he looks dead into the camera waving it in front of his face while mouthing. "You can't see me." Removing his shades the stark raving mad 45 year old pushes past the camera man wading passed a virtual blizzard of counterfeit cash whilst the feedback loop of negative crowd response serves as a funeral dirge to the White Cowboy. As he marches down to the ring while winding up his lariat arm the blaring blues guitar of Billy Joel's Big Shot are washed out by the unanimously unhappy response to his appearance. Sneering the blonde sniffs hard spitting out a bloody loogie at the ground as he arrives at the ringside area.
BECAUSE YOU HAD TO BE A
BIG. SHOT.
DIDN'T YA?!
YOU HAD TO OPEN UP YOUR MOOOUTH
Climbing up onto the apron the blonde turns around hooking his arms around the ropes and facing the titantron to get a good look at his own beautiful blade scared mug. The weathered toxic old man looks into his own digitized eyes up on the tron as his lips curl into a perverse arc as he wobbles his hips and thrusts himself towards the mirror of his own image. Reaching up to the zipper on his polyester suit he disrobes down to a one strapped hot pink long legged singlet ala Jerry Lawler. Mesmerized still by his own image the veteran finally breaks his gaze slipping easily into the ring before backpeddling to the center.
THUD
Flat on his back he falls into the pile of fake money that had accumulated in the center of the ring. Like a joyful child on Christmas Eve he wades his arms and legs through the Benjamins creating a snow angel in the center of the ring. Clearing the fugazi notes we can now see the WWFG logo dead center right next to the blonde. Rolling over ontop of the canvas logo the businessman props himself up on his elbows and begins to dry hump the acronym imprinted on the canvas. Freak was ******** WWFG. He was ******** it like it was his b***h.
"Uh. Uh. Yeah. Take it slut."
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 3:02 pm
The fans were utterly disgusted at the display of Freakshow, his ridiculous antics that only a man in his sixties could enjoy, his flaunting of fraudulent ********, and his literal ******** of the company he 'owned'. Women covered their children's eyes, men either cheered on the live 'sex' or condemned it due to their insecurity over their own virginity still being intact while they watch a wrestling ring get it before them. Needless to say, a distraction would be good about now...and a distraction they would get. It kills me not to know this, but I've all but just forgotten
What the color of her eyes were, and her scars or how she got them
As the telling signs of age rain down, a single tear is dropping
Through the valleys of an aging face, that this world has forgotten
There is no reconciliation that will put me in my place
And there is no time like the present, to drink these draining seconds
But seldom do these words ring true, when I'm constantly failing you
Like walls that we just can't break through, until we disappear The entire mood that was set by Freakshow's entrance was washed away by the stinging guitar riff from Rise Against as their number one hit "Savior" began to pour out of the arena's speaker system and out into the sea of fans, who at this point, went from booing and being disgusted to cheering and feeling like a REAL million bucks. A spotlight shone down on the stage, and within seconds, a figure stepped into the light. With the WWF:G Legacy Championship hung over his shoulder and a new t-shirt that bared the WWF:G logo in the signature orange and black of the champion, came Hiro Shin-Mozas. The Cuban-Jap had a wide smile on his face as he dropped his title from his shoulder and into his hand on his side, and quickly lifted it up as the lights in the arena turned off to show only Hiro and his belt atop all. Suddenly, Hiro began to rise up from his positioning on the stage, much to the shock of the fans who could only continue to cheer at this point. A podium rose from the ground about 10 feet into the air, Hiro still atop it posing with the WWF:G Legacy Championship. It stopped abruptly, but the champ would not be phased. The lights came back on, and a slide was revealed to be placed in front of the podium, leading right down to ringside. Smirking, Hiro stepped onto the top of the slide, and slid down on his feet, the belt now back on his shoulder again. The crowd popped for such a cool entrance, obviously having one upped Freakshow's pathetic one. So tell me now
If this ain't love then how do we get out?
Because I don't know
That's when she said I don't hate you boy
I just want to save you while there's still something left to save (whoa, whoa)
That's when I told her I love you girl
But I'm not the answer for the questions that you still have (whoa, whoa) Pyro shot off as Hiro reached ringside following his impressive balancing act on the slide, a beautiful shade of orange and violet being shout out from around the stage. One can only question how the weak heart of Freakshow was reacting. Hiro climbed the steps and went through the ropes, looking down at the Marauder who hadn't stopped ******** the ring through out Hiro's entrance. The champion didn't bother to stop him either, decided to just stand next to him and hold up the WWF:G Legacy Championship instead. Finally, finally Hiro was going to face a man who had made recent years in his career into a living hell. A man who never respected him, or anyone else for that matter. Others had beaten Freakshow, but tonight, Freak wasn't going to lose a match. NO. He was going to lose his career, his pride, and if he isn't careful, his life. Hiro backed away from Freak and into a corner as his music died down, and he turned to the stage to await the arrival of his friend, and the special guest ref, Nuke Fusion.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 3:12 pm
The moment Hiro takes his eye of Freakshow who had slithered to the opposite corner of the ring is his first mistake. The CEO knew something the Champion didn't. He knew that Nuke wouldnt be coming. He knew that it would be a pretty second before any referee came down to the ring period. So the second that Hiro turns his head towards the ramp is the second that Freak bursts across the ring throwing a blistering shoot closed fist sucker punch to the temple of the Puerto Ricans oily little head before the match even began. Indeed, Freak was not ******** around.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 3:15 pm
Hiro hadn't been looking at the stage for more than a second before he felt the ring shaking. Sighing and assuming it was Freakshow having a heart attack, he turned to face him...but he was cracked with a sucker punch across the face as he did so! The WWF:G Legacy Championship fell from his shoulder and out of the ring, and the champ turned once more towards the stage as he leaned on the ropes and nursed is suddenly hurting face, a victim of a sneak attack from the dirtiest player in the game.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 3:27 pm
the perpetually unbalanced Freakshow from the momentum of the strike nearly goes tumbling over to the outside of the ring despite hitting his attack. Seesawing over the top rope he rights himself back on the right side of the squared circle before turning towards Hiro, leaning close to the Cuban Jap to press the advantage.
"Expecting someone?!"
Reaching to grab his opponent by the chin he brings the Puerto Rican to eye level with the blonde b*****d before gritting his teeth, shutting his eyes, and driving the bridge of his forehead straight towards the fan favorites nose as hard as he could.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 3:33 pm
Anger began to overtake Hiro as he nursed his jaw, dropping to a knee as he did so. He was positioned next to a corner and leaning on the ropes with a hand held firmly on the top rope. Freakshow had pulled himself back into the ring, and the words "Expecting someone?!" escaped his lips, causing Hiro to realize what had happened. Freak got to Nuke. The veteran took hold of the Cuban-Jap's chin, and pulled him over to look his ******** in the eyes. Suddenly, as if there was any doubt he was going to do it judging by his facial expression, Freakshow drove his head right into Hiro's face, colliding with his nose. This poor, poor nose. A nose that, unlike Freak's hadn't been stuffed up disease ridden vaginas or stuffed with cocaine. No, it had just been broken somewhere in the ballpark of thirty times in the past. However...Somehow, tonight, that headbutt didn't cause an audible crack, or a pool of blood to be formed. His eyes slightly teared and red, but still locked onto Freakshow, Hiro instantly reared back and tried to slam the already stunned Freakshow with a headbutt right back at his face, hopefully the larger head of Hiro doing more damage to the Marauder to throw him for a loop!
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 3:44 pm
THUNK! Well that was unexpected. Freaks eyes glaze momentarily as the stiff headbutt takes the legs right out from under him. On jelly shoes the defensive blonde holds both of his fists up wobbling around in a semi circle briefly before falling back against the ropes opposite of Hiro. Whether or not the rebound was purposeful or not he found himself heading right back for the man whose head felt like cast iron. It was in spite of this fact that as he came closer to his target on the return that the challenger ducked his head down tucking his chin, this time aiming the top of his head towards Shin-Mozas for more cranium based offense. This came as a surprise to some fans who at this point in the match were accustomed to the New Yorker taking his first break to the outside of many. Instead he had attempted not one but two offensive moves. One could only wonder under what influence this was.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 3:53 pm
Hiro jolted himself as he shook his head a bit following his kneejerk, or rather, headbutt reaction. Freak had been staved off for a moment, Hiro using the time to push back up to his feet, but he still stand hunched over, holding his head as it felt like there was a great deal of juice or...brains? Was it brains? It might be brains. Regardless of what it was, a great deal of SOMETHING was swishing around in there. Freakshow had cartoonishly found his way to the ropes across from Hiro, and used them as a rebound to help jettison himself forward, having leaned down and tucking his chin as a Blastoise would if it was going for skullbash. Freak took off, running at Hiro and colliding with him head first, driving his head into the cranium of the WWF:G Legacy Champion. The fans cringed and gasped with the hit, as you never saw this much intensity in head-to-head hits in professional wrestling anymore. Many were just as shocked at the outcome of Freak's skullbash, however. Hiro dropped to a knee, but didn't fall over. His eyes were somewhat glazed over, but one could tell that there was certainly still a man in the house with lights on. Freak, more than likely once more stunned himself from slamming his head into what could equate to being a brick wall, was probably not ready for Hiro, who would push off the mat from his kneed position like a projectile, aimed right to drive the top of his head into Freakshow's chin with a jaw breaker-esq move!
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 4:00 pm
Freakshow looks up into the blistering stage lights upon hitting his move. With Hiro kneeling down before him and his head throbbing he stares blankly into the white like an idiot looking into the sun. Squinting his eyes he widens his stance, just barely remaining on two legs as he windmills his arms rapidly in an attempt to keep balance. Just as he finds his footing and just as he opens his mouth to brag about it the champion springs up from his kneeling position to drive his head into the bottom of Freaks chin and Freaks teeth directly into his blackened tongue. Yelping and spitting out a speck of blood the businessman crumples onto his a** while holding at his jaw, mildly severed tongue poking loosely between his lips as he looks at the mean son of a b***h in front of him with blurry eyes, taken off his feet for the first time in the match.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 4:07 pm
Hiro's head thumped. His right eye lid, the camera caught and then displayed on the titantron, was throbbing, pulsating to the beat of another hit to Freakshow, one of many that this match would host. The Cuban Jap might have been making a smoothie out of his brain at the moment, but even he could take a moment to let out a loud yell that garnered quite the pop from the red hot crowd. The only issue, at this point, was Hiro slowly coming to a realization that there was on ref. Nuke, of course, was supposed to be the official for this contest, but was for as far as Hiro knew, late to the party probably due to interference from Freak. Who was going to come out instead? Someone had to, Hiro couldn't win the match without a ref. For now, however, he needed to stay on the attack of the forty five year old geriatric laying at his feet. Hiro shook his head a little, but not too quickly, as if to hold off any pain that had been lingering within him for now. He immediately looked to start stomping down on the ankles of his elderly challenger, looking to give him another source of pain, only the second of many by the time this match was over.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 4:17 pm
"AH!" The boot of Hiro comes crashing down onto Freaks ankle. He leans back onto his elbow gritting his teeth as he looks up towards the ramp smacking at the ground in frustration. Clearly the CEO had an angle. A game plan other than the one in the ring. Almost always this was the case. While he had maintained a brief flurry of offense in the opening seconds of the match it appeared that luck had run out. Hiro had him down and not only that but was dissecting him almost surgically, cooly. This was to Freak's detriment as it was an emotional opponent that he excelled against. Something would have to be done about this. As the second stomp connects to his other ankle the veteran sits up and reaching down to clutch the point of injury looks up, holding his hands up in defense trying to beg off the attack. Creating the classic timeout symbol he tries scooting back from under the feet of the favorite. With a small stream of blood dribbling down the corner of his mouth he pleads.
"No! Stop!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 4:28 pm
Hiro's stomps were definitely resonating with his opponent, Freakshow showing fifty shades of pain as he leaned up and started begging Hiro to stop, and then attempting to get away. With defiance, and a stone cold face now plastered on his head, Hiro calls to the announcer, shouting for them to come to the ring with their microphone. Hiro slammed down and caught Freakshow's ankle once more, keeping him from moving away any longer, even as he begged for some mercy from the man he's referred to as a Puerto Rican, a Mexican that lives on an island, a s**c, a zipper head, a drug smuggler, El Chapo, a poor ********, among other things. The ring announcer had finally pulled herself on to the apron, and Hiro asked her to throw him the microphone. She followed his demands, and the Cuban Jap took a few deep breaths before taking to the mic. "Huff...Huff...Freakshow...I dont know what you did with Nuke, I dont know whats going on here, but Im going to tell you one thing...You've made the biggest mistake of your life...because no one...NO ONE." Again, Hiro stomped down on the former WWF:G Legacy Champion and CEO's ankle. "No one...Is going to stop me from showing you something that not one man or woman that you've met throughout your entire pathetic and wasteful existence...Huff...Huff...From showing you true...hate..." Freakshow might have liked facing an emotional opponent, but he was perhaps in the ring with the one man who wouldn't have gotten to the point he was at without mastering the control of emotions, in himself and others. Hiro threw the microphone from the ring, and took a step back, looking to crack Freakshow across the head with a stern kick!
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 4:41 pm
True hate. If anyone could make a claim to having an understanding of true hate it was Freakshow. After all, there seemed to be a community consensus that no one liked the green paper hustla no matter how much joy he attempted to bring to all who inhabited it. He listens to Hiro's words without entirely processing them. Frankly, despite the fact that he spoke in plain English, everytime the opponent opened his mouth he expected and half heard him speaking in the language of slaves. Spanish. "Uuugh.." Feeling the pressure relieved from his ankle he raises himself to his hands and knees. Turning his head to look at Hiro, anticipating further dialogue, he is instead met with a stiff whipping kick to the side of the head which sends his skull snapping back! The force of the strike propels him onto his knees as he leans backwards with his arms limply at his side. Blinking rapidly he see's a formless blob that superficially resembles his opponent. In the haze of his scrambled consciousness the word hate reverberates in between his ears. He knew what he was talking about. Hate. Sucking the blood from his own punctured tongue sits there prone seemingly inviting a further beating as his hollowed eyes swim in his skull.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 4:47 pm
Hiro's kick rattled Freakshow for the umpteenth time in the past 7 minutes. The crowd was right in the corner of the defending champion, the man who had been the defender of WWF:G for well over a year now, who had taken matters into his own hands and had been the only true defender of the oldest company in wrestling which still had it's doors open. However, somewhere between planning to win the Legacy Championship and worrying about himself, he let the company, the thing he swore to protect and continue to wrestle for, slip into the hands of the Sinister Syndicate, by way of Freakshow. Hiro wasn't even quite sure how the heap of meat laying in front of him had even come into power as the CEO, but he knew that regardless of how it happened, Hiro was going to change it tonight. He was going to, when it truly mattered, keep his promise. Rearing back his leg, Hiro aimed kick after kick to the chest of Freakshow, one for every encounter they every had. One for every envelope stuffed with cash. One for every insult. One for every disgusting breath that Freak had taken. Hiro was letting the hate inside take control and, following a series of a kicks to the chest, he would look to follow it up with yet another kick to the side of Freak's head. The spinning motion of the kick would take it's toll, however. Hiro's head was starting to get numb already. The smoothie that was his brain was nearly done blending.
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