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PostPosted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 1:30 pm


"The punishment of those who wage war against Allah and His messenger and strive to make mischief in the land is only this, that they should be murdered or crucified or their hands and their feet should be cut off on opposite sides or they should be imprisoned; this shall be as a disgrace for them in this world, and in the hereafter they shall have a grievous chastisement"


A hand held camera flashes to life.

A dog eating its own feces. The scene in Gladiator where Joquin Phoenix gets stabbed. Actual footage of 9/11. Static. Video of El Hijo Del Crusher in Puerto Rico getting stabbed in the forehead repeatedly in a civic center to the witness of 100 people. Janet Jackson’s tits getting shown at the Grammy’s. Hillary Clintons Benghazi trial. Hiro Shin-Mozas molesting a 12 year old boy. A picture of Richard Nixon in a bingo hall bowling. A woman stepping on a man’s testicles in stiletto. A live vivisection of a kitten. Footage from Mel Gibsons Passion of The Christ. Muammar Gaddafi getting a machete shoved up his a**s. More static. Silence.

"Will ye commit abomination such as no creature ever did before you?"


We cut to the ring. It is dark. A spotlight shines on the middle of the ring. An illuminated Staff Member Russo reaches up into the sky as a microphone descends down into the palm of his hand. The New Yorker stares out into the darkness. Prestige. Class. Pride. This is what defined the political climate and culturally impact of late 2001 WCW. The droning chants of Hindu Monks is heard in the background as candles light the ring of what could very well be the final episode of the “Freak” Show Starring Freakshow with Special Guest: Vince Russo. The greatest booker in the history of professional wrestling
begins to speak into the microphone.

“There are different modes of working shoots:
There are worked works
These are works that we know are works
There are worked shoots
These are works we think are shoots but are really works
But there are also shooted shoots
To shoot a shoot is to shoot yourself into a work that's really a shoot.
The following is not a work. Or a shoot. Or a worked shoot. Or a shooted work. The following is an entirely new hybrid of kayfabe that will redefine the framework not only of professional wrestling but of life as we know it.
Tonight, we Enter The Valley of The
HYPERSHOOT”


A second spotlight flashes down. Freakshow is illuminated in desert military gear and a Ski Mask over his head with several golden crucifix chains weighing down his neck. Leaning back against the coffin he too reaches for the sky as a microphone descends from the heaven into his hand. He could feel the walls closing in on him. The Jews. The SS. The Banks. The Arabs. All of them and their dirty money. Tonight would be his last will and testament. Pulling the Ski Mask over half of his face to expose his mouth he literally presses his lips against the microphone muffling the sound of his own voice as he begins to speak softly.

“Jihad is a holy struggle. Jihad is a mack truck with chrome rims. Jihad is what makes your c**k hard in the morning.
Jihad is an ASMR video on Youtube. Jihad is just the right amount of pulp in your orange juice. Jihad is corporate synergy.
Jihad is purity. Jihad is to purge the world of false idols, of pretenders, of idolaters. To commit Jihad is to ensure one’s own death.
To commit Jihad is to hurtle towards the sun at 1000 miles per hour in a Ford Focus without a seatbelt and no breakfast.
To commit Jihad one must love ones own self-destruction as one loves a throbbing c**t between his fingers. Jihad is an eternal struggle.
Jihad is the the International Banking Conspiracy. Jihad is the all seeing eye. Jihad is a war not only against the world itself and the very ground man walks on but also oneself.
Jihad is America.”

Freakshow climbs ontop of the casket. Wobbly slightly he finds his balance before standing tall. Putting his hand over his heart he removes the rest of the Ski Mask from his head revealing a crooked Swastika tattooed into his forehead. As the camera zooms in it is evident that whoever had performed the tattooing was not a professional and that with the procedure significant scarring had occurred. Penetrating the camera with his gaze the bleach blonde begins to speak:

“By engaging in Jihad against Hiro Shin-Mozas, against the WWFG, and against the Sharp Shooter Society I ensure my own death as well as my own perpetual regeneration in Jannah. In the glory of obliteration I will find a wealth far greater than any man could possibly conceive of. I will obliterate the evil that lies in my heart. I will purge my soul of Zion but it is only through great suffering that I can accomplish this task. With this act, I, Ali Mohammad Shaquille, incur the flames of hell upon myself so that I may finally be pure as my dollar is green.”


On the top of the stage a third spotlight flashes down on Bad Boy behind a DJ booth. The MC of the event with Good Question ominously standing behind him removes the round sunglasses from his eyes. Cranking up the bass on the super fat audio he begins the music of the first guest of the evening!

"INTRODUCING OUR FIRST GUEST!!"
PostPosted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 1:52 pm


I'm gonna take you down
Down down down
So don't you fool around
I'm gonna pull it pull it
Pull the trigger
Shoot to thrill play to kill
Too many women too many pills, yeah
Shoot to thrill play to kill
I got my gun at the ready gonna fire at will


Screeching out of Bad Boy's set up PA system was AC/DC's rock hit "Shoot to Thrill", forcing the uncomfortable and disgusted fans to shift their attention away from Freakshow and to his first guest. Out from the back, wearing a leather jacket with sun glasses and jean shorts, came the fifty one year old retired professional wrestler, Omar Richardson. "M.C Omar Richie" was doing his best Bret Hart impression, and it was clear as day that he put a lot of effort into his outfit. He imposingly walks down the ramp, pointing out to fans that gave him no reaction, or a very mild negative one at that. The old man reaches the ring and climbs on in, shaking hands with Staff Member Russo before taking a spot out of the way. The former long time rival of Hiro Shin-Mozas who announced his death at the prior Legacies was the first of the group of guests to appear!

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Come, now is the time to worship.
Come, now is the time to give your heart.
Come, just as you are, to worship.
Come, just as you are, before your God.
Come.

One day every tongue will confess
You are God.
One day every knee will bow.
Still the greatest treasure remains for those
Who gladly choose you now.


The letters FWU flashed upon the titantron and the fans began to boo their least favorite group of music artists ever. The official singing troupe of Midnight Marauders International stepped out from the back, all of the men in suits, except for Roberto, who was wearing a tight leather outfit that showed off his gay a**. Lynn was wearing nothing but a leaf to cover her v****a and strategically placed hand prints on her nipples that Freakshow may or may not have stolen from Sable. The group sang "Come, Now is the Time to Worship" all of the way down the ramp, and entered the ring, standing at microphones that were set next to Freashow and the coffin. It looked as though they would be the choir boys this evening. With this lot of guests out, it looked like it was time for a few more!

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PostPosted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 2:32 pm


"HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH AND PEACE TO ALL OF THE BROTHERS ON EARTH!"


Freakshow bobs his head hard to the banging and crashing of the AC/DC classic. Greeting the FWU he high fives each member of the group dousing hand sanitizer on his palm before grabbing Lynn and pulling her in for an innocent kiss on the cheek. Now was the time for worship. Now was the time for the highest rated segment in the history of WWFG. Now was the time that all men would be shown the light and bathed in the golden showers of gods eternal grace for this was the moment for which small naked children trembled at the touch of the lord. Russo whose face was red with ecstasy steps forward, holding up his IPhone 6 the screen illuminates his face for all the good people to see as he read the contents of his message:

"GUYS! GUYS! I just got a message from HR. This is the ALREADY HOTTEST DRAWING ANGLE in the HISTORY of WWFG! We are .4 percent HIGHER than the time MIKE LANDRY kidnapped and RAPED Phoenixfire! GOD BLESS this day! This is BETTER than when we found NUCLEAR WEAPONS in IRAQ. This is BETTER than when OUR LOCAL SPORTS TEAM won the Superbowl against YOUR LOCAL SPORTS TEAM! This is BETTER than TRUMP winning NEVADA for now we know that on this day OUR GOD is an AWESOME GOD!!"


The boys choir steps forth:
Our God (our god) is an Awesome God
He Reigns (he reigns) from heaven above
With Wisdom (with wisdom) pow'r and love
Our God is an Awesome God-


"STOP STOP STOP!!-"


Freakshow had tears in his eyes. His hands were shaking. His eyes were red. He shook his head rapidly. Something was wrong with the Marauder. Something was terribly wrong. He was distraught. Haunted. The FWU and some of the Choir boys rush forth begging of their master what was the matter. What had brought such a fit of despair from their glorious leader who had in his prosperity returned glory to the WWFG. He had made WWFG great again and yet still he suffered? Why was this? The answer was simple, in between exaggerated sobs his voice cracks:

"H-Hiro never had a SUPER HOT ANGLE--Hiro never drew Iron Man money LIKE US--I-It just isn't FAIR! It just isn't fair that he DIED the LOWEST DRAWING champion in the HISTORY of WWFG! It just isn't fair that we get to CELEBRATE while he lies DEAD in the GROUND? Don't any of you GET IT?! This is supposed to be ABOUT HIM! We wrote this super awesome storyline that EVERYONE loves because we're the most talented writers in the community. The audience LOVES this STORYLINE because of US and all the COOL s**t with the COMPANY OWNERSHIP! They love getting SWERVED by us because WE KNOW how to WORK THE MARKS. Everyone pays ATTENTION to US but what about all the stuff HIRO did that no one even CARES ABOUT?!"


The champion buries his head in his hands and begins sobbing. For all that he had put man through. For everything he had done to him. It appeared that Freakshow did genuinely care about the dearly deceased glorified midcarder who had played jobber to the stars for the real big dog in the house. Had the WWFG, after all, had a champion that was actually had the it factor it is entirely possible that Freak would have never gotten his shot at the big one. Despite all the trash talk, all the hate, and the complete insincerity of literally everything the blonde had been saying he did owe quite a bit to the man whose arm he had snapped. Russo steps in. Putting his hand of Freaks shoulder.

"B-But FREAK!
Didn't you know?! There was ONE angle by HIRO that DREW MONEY--There was one SEGMENT by HIRO that got so many BUYS that for awhile--You--ME--EVERYONE--We all thought that he might be something other than an ENHANCEMENT WORKER with SLIGHTLY ABOVE AVERAGE workrate! Don't you remember it Freaky baby?! Why don't we ROLL THE FOOTAGE!"


The titantron lurches to life. We are taken back to the 2011 3rd Annual WWFG dance competition. The competition where Hiro had debut'd in WWFG. The departed was a far different man in those days. For many this footage would be new considering that it had been expunged from the records of the company for quite some time. However on account of personal reasons and research Vince Russo had kept footage of the infamous segment in his archives. For many new fans this would be their first exposure to Hiro-Shin Mozas live on-air molestation of a 12 year old boy:

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Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the WWF:G debut of the one and only, Hiro!

Hiro stepped out wearing platform shoes, a purple pimp coat, and slacks. He had no shirt on, and the women and young boys are poping for that! Hiro suddenly rips of his jacket, as "Down" by Jay Sean hits the PA. Hiro quickly begins doing the robot while the fans cheer and jeer for it.

Baby are you down, down, down, down, down
Down, down
Even if the sky is fallin' down
Down, down (oh)


Hiro begins to point his fingers up, then down to signal "The Sky is falling down". Then, "Down On Me" by Jeremiah hits the PA.

I love the way you grind with that booty on me
shorty you a dime why you looking lonely
we’ll buy another round and it’s all on me
as long as I’m around put it down on me
just put it down on me
put it down on me


Hiro sticks both arms out strait in front of him and humps the air. This gains heat from the men, but cheers from the women and young boys. Then, "Jeremy" by Pearl Jam hits and Hiro begins to get funky with it.

At home
Drawing pictures
Of mountain tops
With him on top
Lemon yellow sun
Arms raised in a V
Dead lay in pools of maroon below
Daddy didn't give attention
To the fact that mommy didn't care
King Jeremy the wicked
Ruled his world
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today


Hiro pretends to be drawing pictures in the sky, then raises his arms in a V. He sways his arms before screaming "JEREMY SPOKE IN CLASS TODAY!" He then runs around on the stage, and does a split. The young boys cheer so loud! Hiro gets up, walks over to the barrier, and helps a 2 small boys come onto the ramp. The boys look so happy! Hiro has the older, more buff boy stand to the side, and he gets on one knee and hugs the other child. The two of them begin doing a Micheal Jackson Routine, and when its over the little boy is so happy. A crew member walks over and hands Hiro a microphone and a tin can filled with something. Hiro gets on one knee again and speak through the microphone.

"Hey there son! Whats your name? Billy? Wow! Thats pretty cool! So, are you having fun?"


The boy nods, and Hiro laughs. Hiro then looks at the boy. He kisses him on the check, then delivers a crushing punch to the young boy's face. The boy falls, and the crowd, and his parents, are sent into a frenzy. Hiro then drops the can on the boy, and pulls out a match book. He lights a match on the boy, and he bursts into flames. Hiro then turns to the other boy, grabs him, and licks him. He then takes him all the way to the back, not allowing anyone to know his intentions. Hiro comes back, and he looks a little wrecked. He fixes his slacks, then picks up the microphone over by the dead, burnt Billy.

"This whole little dance contest is exactly why Im here. I was signed so that prestige would come back to this company! No more retarded little gimmicks and shows like this, not on my watch! So Women, Men, and especially you children, get ready, because WWF:G is Hiro!"


Hiro drops the microphone on the burnt child, and then spits on him. Hiro then turns around, being boo'd, and exits.



The entire audience is rendered to stunned silence. Freakshow stares at the titantron of dried tears on his eyes. He had somehow forgotten entirely be it through traumatic repression or short term memory loss the very existence of such an angle. Judging by the reaction of fans many had had similar coping mechanisms. The blonde had also forgotten the long rambling drunken voice message he had left on Hiro's answering wherein he complimented for the very first time Shin-Mozas on his performance. Glumly and blankly he remarks.

"Huh. I wonder what happened to that kid."


As he says these very words the coffin behind him slowly begins to creek open.
PostPosted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 2:57 pm


The coffin creeked and it drew the attention of everyone. Omar nearly had a heart attack, screaming, "ZOMBIE!!!" Fans started to cry, some began to get extremely scared. The choir boys and FWU started to sing out hymns that sounded like satanic prayer. Staff Member Russo stood behind Freakshow, who got close to the coffin, and watched as it opened to show something truly horrifying:

It was the charred and decayed body of "Lil" Billy Barnes, the 12 year old boy that Hiro molested, and then killed live on stage. He lay in there, skeletal remains and all in the same burned clothing. Freakshow took a step back in horror. Omar Richardson fainted. The fans started to get sick, many leaving while others being forced to be covered in vomit and urine. The camera zoomed in on the face of the dead boy. It showed his rotted teeth, eye-less sockets, hair that was cindered. This truly was...far too real.

SYKE!

Baby Girl
What's Your Name?
Let Me Talk To You
Let Me Buy You A Drink
I'm T-Pain, You Know Me
Konvict Music nappy boy oh wee
I Know The Club Close At 3
What's the chance of you rolling With Me?
Back To The Crib
Show You How I Live
Let's Get Drunk Forget What We Did


Eyes suddenly appeared on the corpse, and bright white teeth were showcased. It was a man with a great deal of make up! He hopped out of the casket, and Omar instantly came back to life, the singers backing up this rapper who looked exactly like T-Pain, but was really just a black man with dreads lip syncing! He started dancing wildly as Staff Member Russo joined him, dancing with him along to the performance. They started to square dance as the lip syncing continued. Bad Boy could be seen bobbing his head in the DJ Booth, Good Question hidden behind a curtain with a microphone. He was actually the one singing. Freakshow had a tear come to his eye, as he watched the beautiful performance and fun that everyone was having. The Black Guy Who Looked Like T-Pain kissed Staff Member Russo on the cheek and continued dancing with him, mimicking old Michael Jackson routines. This "Freak" Show was going swimmingly.

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PostPosted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 3:08 pm


Freakshow as soon as the music hits reaches for his pants. Tearing them off his ripping his shirt from his body he is now clad in only a skin colored thong. Holding his hand up one of the choir boys tosses him his El Hijo Del Crusher mask. Putting it over his head the blonde begins scratching his arm pit and crouching low making loud monkey sounds as all who occupied in the ring began to shuck and jive.

"OOOH OOOH AAAH AAAH!"


The champion having difficulty differentiating the T-Pain lookalike from the boy who he was impersonating was overcome with carnal desire. Nearly foaming at the mouth he lunges at the rapper wrapping his arms around the African American he begins bumping and grinding against the individual, pushing him up against the coffin while simulating necrophilia with the man disguised as a deceased 12 year old boy.

"GET HIS MEDS!"


Crying out Russo reaches into his jacket to produce a pill bottle as the FWU restrains Freak pulling him away from T-Pain. As this happens the music scratches to a stop and Bad Boy begins playing the entrance theme to the next guest who as the reverend would be giving Hiro Shin-Mozas his last rites. All eyes turn to the stage.
PostPosted: Tue Mar 15, 2016 10:07 pm


You know I'm not one to break promises,
I don't want to hurt you but I need to breathe.
At the end of it all, you're still my best friend,


And this is the SONG that played. No video. It wasn't needed, as the fans erupted off their feet to crane their chubby little necks, just to see a classic veteran, who hasn't been seen for the past couple years! Last seen in BBW..! And now! For the first time ever!
Strolling out onstage..!
The Fox!!
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But there's something inside that I need to release.
Which way is right, which way is wrong,
How do I say that I need to move on?
You know we're heading separate ways.


Cancer didn't seem as excited as the fans to see him here and especially not so with the "excitement" in the ring. Disdain in his eyes that stained any fan's psyche who dared to stare into those heterochromia's of his. Many didn't have the opportunity to meet eyes with him, as Guy had his gaze dead set on the nimrod who currently was going through some kind of insane withdrawal.

And it feels like I am just too close to love you,
There's nothing I can really say.
I can't lie no more, I can't hide no more,
Got to be true to myself.


The path of his focused stride was now well off the ramp.
Cancer's walkway path led him to the corner stairs.
And promptly up them, he ducked in-ring.

And it feels like I am just too close to love you,
So I'll be on my way.


Guy Cancer stands silently serious at the ludicrousness in front of him.
Straight up blasphemous.

You've given me more than I can return,
Yet there's oh so much that you deserve.
There's nothing to say, nothing to do.
I've nothing to give,
I must live without you.
You know we're heading separate ways.



Music fades away as the man of the hour ticked a curve at the corner of his mouth, creating a minuscule smirk, as he rose his microphone..


"So this is the occasion that I've hopped on a plane to fly eight thousand miles and waiting seventeen hours to attend a funeral, or some kind of orgy.. of Freakshows fetishes?" Guy lowered his gaze to the canvas, expressing a sad disappointment in the scene of utter obscenity that these fools have created here this night. Cancer set his sights to Freakshow, "Honestly, I come out here to this buffoonery nonsense, and I can't say I didn't expect some kind of foolish douchery; but yet I'm always surprised.. and I'm reminded that I owe your a** a beat down. In fact.." A circling finger around this whole mess of gathered men in front of him, looking at this with a possible different perspective.. was it pity? "Despite the urge to grab a chair right now and bash my special batch of 'medicine' across your forehead. Thankfully, I can contain myself."

Now Guy Cancer made a turning step, dismissing those he shared the ring with, and faced the WWFG audience. "Tonight is about a man, by the name of Hiro s**t-Man, where I ended up having some spare time to actually look over the profile of this poor sack of monkey j**z.. and it turns out, I remember him! I recall about.. probably only having two matches with the guy. He kinda, came off as desperate.. obsessed.. and a bit stalker-ish. Y'know, the kind of guy that wears the colors of his idol. The kind of guy that sees you as his personal rival, after you've won a four way championship match that you both were competing in, and then later has the gall to ask of you in saving his business.." Trailing his words off to puckering lips, with a small nodding, he added a sum of this. "Quite commendable person." A finger rose up, telling all that he had more to say. "But. But, when a man erases footage of his top title used as moon floss and left in a bowl of feces, from the lame worthless league that he called a business. Is a coward. I mean, really!" Cancer's face was getting visibly hot and if those that were able or cared to follow him in his raving, it would be clear that Guy Cancer was making it all about himself, like he always did. "That dead douche monkey couldn't ever beat and even if was alive now, I'd still destroy that nobody! And-" T-Pain lookalike halted Guy out of his self centered rant, that was a total mood killer, and huge mistake as The Fox latched on the hand that dared to touch his shoulder! The Fox put the T-Pain actor down with a Samoan Drop! The under paid actor arched his back in literal pain, then went on to roll out of the ring.

"As I was saying.. ... uh.." A bit speechless, he blinked a few times then turn to face Freakshow once again. "Way to go, finally bought yourself that negro to shuck and jive for you." With a bitter glare, baring into that bozo, Freak. Guy took a step back to make his leave by way of slipping through the ropes and hop out of the ring.

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PostPosted: Wed Mar 16, 2016 5:17 pm


Surprisingly, the man who was famous for literally sucking a ducks p***s in the middle of the ring didn't have much to say positively about anyone. Not even his ex partner who upon hearing his insult, bozo, flinched slightly. He felt a cold wind and stepped backwards. Maybe it just felt cold because he was still wearing his flesh covered thong. Maybe the Holocaust never happened or maybe the numbers were just exaggerated. Was JFK really shot or did somebody just eat too many pineapple brick sandwiches. These were questions for history. History was written by the winners. Fox wasn't a winner. Fox sucked duck and winners don't suck duck winners are the duck and Freak laid the golden egg that hatched the duck. As T-Pain spasmed and writhed on the ground in T-Pain the blonde hears the piercing bronze beauty of Russo's voice.

"GIVE IT UP FOR FOX EVERYONE! WOOO. WE'VE GOT ANOTHER GUEST COMING OUT. I WANT EVERYONE TO STAND UP. PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER. FOR THE WINNER OF THE 2016 HIRO SHIN-MOZAS IMPERSONATOR CONTEST..."


BEHOLD THE KING
THE KING OF KINGS
ON YOUR KNEES DOUG


Steam rises from the stage as out from the smoke comes a man who had to be around 200 lbs of sedentary fat accumulated from a lifetime of making Youtube videos of Pokemon unboxing that nobody watched and masturbating to pictures of Triple H while crying. The individual whose facial hair bore startling resemblance to female genitalia stood perfectly still on the ramp undoubtedly thrilled to have presented himself on a stage larger than that of the New Jersey independent scene where he, due to his oppressively unathletic nature, was resigned to managing a C-level worker who he secretely harbored homosexual feelings for. Fans were dumbfounded. Of what relation was this man to the real Hiro Shin-Mozas?

"From NEW JERSEY--JAKE... FRATO!"


Freakshow stares dumbfounded. THIS was the winner of the Hiro Shin-Mozas Impersonator Contest?! Say what you will about Hiro, say he never drew a dime, that he couldn't work his way out of a paper bag, that he abused dogs, but never let it be said that he wasn't a physical specimen. 240 lbs of Puerto Rican steel that could survive any beating, any thrashing and live to tell about it. This little f*****t couldn't survive taking a shower with the lights on. He wasn't built for wrestling. He was built for shitty Family Guy impersonations and warm handshakes with the palms just wet enough to be anxiety sweat but not wet enough to have been water from washed hands. Standing in the ring Jake Frato has the complexion of a very large baby frog with a glint on his neck which appeared thoroughly chapped. Holding the microphone to his big puffy s**c lips Russo begins beat boxing.

"I'M FRATOMON
AND I'M HERE TO SAY
I'M STILL A VIRGIN!
AND THAT"S OK!

I'M THE BEST AT RAP
AND IF YOU DISAGREE
YOUR FULL OF CRAP!!

WHATS A CONDOM?!
I DON'T KNOW!
BUT I KNOW WHO DOES..
MY MAN FREAKSHOW!!

THATS RIGHT, THE CEO
YOU CAN'T GO TOE TO TOE
WITH THE KING OF YOLO!

WHILE HE ******** TRICKS
I GET CUCKOLDED
I STROKE MY d**k
WHILE THEY GET FOLDED

IF ONE THINGS FOR SURE
I'M A TOTAL ******** BETA MALE
THE MIDNIGHT MARAUDER?!
IS TOO... BIG... TO FAIL!!"


Something dawned on Freakshow as he watched this performance. This...man. Who Russo had brought out as an impostor, a fake, a man who superficially had nothing in common with Hiro Shin-Mozas, was in some ways, spiritually a grotesque fun house mirror version of the dearly departed. In fact, one could venture to say that this man who we had all thought to be a fake better embodied the spirit of the Hated One than the real Hiro Shin-Mozas did. Weak. Fat. A cuckold. Boring. His autistic preoccupation with Pokemon reflected the real Hiro's narrow minded focus on becoming The Best The Very Best (Like No One Ever Was). Only this goal was unobtainable. Jake Frato would never collect all the Pokemon. Hiro would never be a top level, main event talent. It was a vain, masturbatory pursuit of a goal that lay behind the glass ceiling which both men would snap their necks on. The only difference was Hiro was a muscle bound warrior whose infant brain was competely disproportionate to the physical reality of his appearance. Fratomon, on the other hand, physically reflected the unconscious truth of the deceased Shin-Mozas insofar as he was, and always will be, an underdeveloped manchild that looked like the ultimate turbovirgin.

In this sense, Freakshow realized, Jake Frato was the real Hiro Shin-Mozas. At this moment he became aware, all too aware, that he had entered the Valley of The Hypershoot. He no long could tell whether or not this man was his enemy or an impostor for they were one in the same. Both empty promises of men. He swallowed hard. His hands began to shake. He gone too far. He had worked himself into a shoot. Or had he shot himself into a work? The center couldn't hold and his entire mental framework was collapsing. He had to end this. He had to kill Hiro Shin-Mozas once and for all. Reaching for the nearby table he graps a sharpened fork. Lunging at Fratomon he drives the weapon into the top of his forehead. Blood spurts out from his head. The audience gasps in shock. Freak looks down at the man with blood in his eyes:

"YOU'RE DEAD!! YOU AREN'T ******** REAL! YOU'RE ******** DEAD?! OK!? DEATH IS A SHOOT. THIS IS A ******** SHOOT BROTHER!!"


Freakshow stands over the twitching, bleeding young mans shoulders. Slowly he squats as all in attendance watch in total silence. Pulling his thong up to expose the crack of his a** but not his d**k because that was bad he spreads his cheeks. Concentrating his chi and centering his balance clenches his eyes shut in preparation to s**t into Jake Fratos mouth.
PostPosted: Thu Mar 17, 2016 9:03 am


Except nothing actually happened the way it did in Freakshow's mind. There was no Jake Frato. There was no rap. There was no Family Guy impersonations, or pack openings. However, most importantly...there was no hypershoot. What was happening was the result of Freakshow's pills being mixed with the heroin he had in his system. A delusion of reality brought upon by recreational drugs meeting necessary ones. The Marauder, who lived with a roommate in some run down area, was trying to live out what he missed out on as a 20-something. He missed the days of partying like a college student. His parties were that of someone in their fifties attempting to relive those glory years, except he never went them. So, in some weird bastardization of life, Freakshow was partying like he was twenty after years of parting like he was fifty. While at home with his roommate, Freakshow would shoot up heroin every night and morning, while eating different kinds of sandwiches in between. Sandwiches that ranged from chicken salad, to Reuben, and even to a the classic Roast Beef. All of that entered Freakshow's system and mixed with the heroin in his body to make him crave more sandwiches, and even more drugs. This was what the forty-five year old strives for, to live and party like a college student.

However, tonight, it all caught up to him. He had created the thought of a hypershoot within his own mind. It didn't exist. This was pro-wrestling, it was all scripted. He was written to be world champion so that he could go into Wrestlemania as the top heel that a face could go over. This whole segment, written by Kevin Dunn and Russo moments before it went live, changed several times beforehand. Freakshow thought all was real due to his ADHD being kicked into maximum overdrive by the high which produced by mixing want with need. The Marauder'd asscheeks were clenched and s**t dropped from it, filling the mouth of professional wrestler Jimmy Wang Yang, who had just cut an inspirational speech while pretending to be Jackie Chan about how Hiro was a grand human being and deserved a better end to his life than this.

Blood poured out of the asian wrestler's forehead as the fork was left stuck directly in it's fresh wound and he began to sob, struggling to breathe from the fumes produced by the rotten s**t in his mouth. Also, the fact that s**t filled his throat was also probably making it a tad hard to breathe. The singers of FWU lunged forward and pulled Freakshow away from Jimmy Wang Chan, stopping him from shitting anymore on the wrestler but also causing the geriatric champion to leave a trail of poop across the ring from Jimmy, T-Pain rolling into a little bit of it as he writhed in pain.

It was at this point that the live feed that the world was watching on WWF:G Legacies' dedicated television station cut out.

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PostPosted: Sat Mar 19, 2016 11:25 am


Supreme p***y ***** took it to the maximum point of humanity but not without mental repercussions of the conflict between real talk and having 5 Cadillacs. In any event boss was feeling like lobster rolls in a cool tank without enough General Tso's chicken to overcome Liberal Democracy. African-Americans are fed up with the fact that no one can even elect the new President without a picture of photo identification inside of CM Punks MMA Career. The entire ring was covered in hot mayonnaise and buttercup sauce. Comedian Bobby Lee was lying on the ground after eating too many raw oysters. Black Steven Richards was moaning in pain as the Champion looked out into the ocean while the sun began to dawn on Cleveland. Damn, no one ever thought it would go down like this. No one ever though thought that he would take his talents to South Beach. However in spite of himself he could feel the revolution was coming like a solar flare shooting from his a**s. Reaching into his thong he removes his Swedish sausage while Skrillex hits the button playing the karaoke EDM mix of My Country Tis of Thee. A massive American Flag descends from the sky:

"MY COUNTRY TIS OF THEE
SWEET LAND OF LIBERTY
OF THEE I SIIIIIIIIIIIIING

LAND WHERE MY FATHERS DIED
LAND OF THE PILGRIMS PRIDE
FROM EVERY MOUNTAIN SIDE
LET FREEDOM RING!!!"
PostPosted: Sat Mar 19, 2016 11:31 am


It was at that point when Freakshow's microphone was cut off. The lights in the arena, turned off as to not show what was going on in the ring. The fans who were still there and not sick to their stomach wondered what would happen now that they sat in the dark. The feed at home came back, and showed the darkened, silent arena, which was filled with only the rumble of fans.

Music began to play through the PA system with the titantron lighting up to show a video of an empty wrestling ring...and a man standing in the shadows. The camera drew in towards him closely as he spoke.

"...You know...I never wanted to be a wrestler.'


The scene shifted from the ring to the darkened figure hitting a superkick on an unknown wrestler. The man drops to the mat and slowly the attacker's obscured face turns down to view him.

"Never, ever, did I want to be a violent person. Hurting others wasn't in my blood."


The attacker dropped down, and drove a series of punches into the unknown wrestler's head, the nameless jobber's body pulsating up and down with each blow.

"However...I was pushed. I was pushed by people in Japan when I was young. I was forced to get violent..and then I became a wrestler."


If the voice wasn't apparent enough, when the voice mentioned Japan, it became all too clear who was talking, and what this was about. The fans that were still here and still able to cheer sure as hell did. The darkened figure was revealed to be Hiro Shin-Mozas, who's face was filled with determination and vengeance. He looked up into the camera and stared into the lens with his blood red eyes that still hadn't fully healed.

"I would always warn people not to push me. I didn't want to make things worse than they already were. I was afraid...afraid of what I could do, what I'd become."


Clips began to play, borrowed from other companies, with footage of Hiro in several matches. In one, he was bloodied during a match with Harli Drummond, blood rushing from his nose as was seen many a time before. Another scene showed Hiro during his match with Salem Croft for the BBW Championship, drenched in the blood of both men. One last scene was amateur footage...of a Mexican show in 2004, where El Hijo Del Crusher snapped the arm of Hiro Shin-Mozas.

"...I changed. Everything changed. My emotions, demeanor, my wrestling ability, I allowed the actions of others and events that simply were not in my control...to change me..to turn me into something I'm not."


Hiro stands from above the man he'd just attacked, and turns from him, holding his head down, before turning back to him, and offering him his hand. The unknown wrestler accepts it, and is helped to his feet by Hiro.

"I was never born to be a fighter. I didn't choose this path that I took, it was chosen for me...by Freakshow. He is the head of a monster that has followed me my whole life that needs to be slain."


The music picked up in intensity as the camera followed Hiro to the ropes, leaning over them to look out at an empty arena, the wrestler he'd helped up moments prior disappearing without a trace. In the crowd, sat a man who looked eerily similar to Freakshow, with a disgusting smirk on his face, clutching the WWF:G Legacy Championship. He looked like a man who was looking at someone he'd defeated. Hiro's eyes locked with his, before the man disappeared from view. The Cuban-Jap turned to walk back to center ring, once again to be covered by the shadows.

"...I was never born to do what I'm doing now...but I can tell you one thing, and you should listen good: I wasn't...I WASN'T...I wasn't born to die."


The promo video abruptly ends, and the titantron lights up with the words: "Hiro Shin-Mozas Returns...." and it was followed up by the logo for WWF:G Wrestlemania 2016. The fans were cheering and clapping, impressed by the video and the notion of Hiro returning at Wrestlemania to presumably finally put an end to Freakshow. The lights came back on, and the ring was EMPTY, with the exception of Freakshow in a pair of pants and Staff Member Russo.

Hiro was not dead.

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