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A car comes pulling up slowly to the arena in which Cyber Sunday is being held -- it's driver quickly revealed as Hiro Shin-Mozas, the aching superstar steps out of the vehicle and looks a bit tired, as if he hadn't been sleeping too well of late. He looks around at the arena, his eyes locked in for anything out of the ordinary...or anything too slithery. Thankfully for the Ethnic Enigma, everything looked pretty normal. He stepped over to his trunk, and through a pained grimace, he lifted his gear-bag out of the back and dropped it to the ground. Hiro had been liberated and yet locked away emotionally after his loss to Nuke -- as he had come to find out after leaving his psychological crisis in the trainer's room that perhaps the Blackjack problem wasn't as over as he had been praying for it to be. The only thing Hiro could think about was who he may be booked against tonight, as despite his head and body being taped up he was prepared to wrestle if need be -- he welcomed it.

The Ethnic Enigma rolled his way to the door to the arena, and realized it was locked. Normally, the door here was left open for talent, but not tonight. It was strange, but perhaps nothing more than a security measure -- through a furrowed cocked eyebrow Hiro would knock loudly on the door in an attempt to get it open. Surely there was someone near by on the other side.

Hiro cocked an eyebrow as the security addressed him with a hint of coldness. These guys weren't familiar to him, during the time Mick was running the show the security guards were a bit more open and friendly with him -- perhaps due to his circumstances. It was when he was told Cuban-Japanese folk in particular were banned from the building that his eyes rolled, it was pretty obvious Cartwright was deciding to be a fool -- though even then, his surprise was obvious. What in the world did Cartwright have to gain from keeping him out of the arena today? The Ethnic Enigma put his hands on his hips and looked down, concealing a partial smirk over Cart's choice.


Hiro tried to be as friendly as possible with the guys in front of him -- butter them up a little bit so he could get what he wants. It was a little manipulative sure, but showing some kindness was always Hiro's M.O. at this point. The Ethnic Enigma couldn't help but peer over his shoulder though as he waited for the security guards to do something...he was still jumpy, a little worried about everything going on. The snakes, the weird lighting issues, everything was a bit too bizarre right now.

Hiro stood shocked as Cartwright appeared before him, explaining absolutely nothing other than reiterating what the guards told him. Hiro knew full well that he was the only person of Cuban and Japanese descent on the roster, so this was something that was only going to go against him. Cart would disappear as quickly as he came, Hiro unable to muster out anything in the moment. He kept his head down for a second, the thought of taking out these two security guards and chasing down his former friend for a real answer crossing his mind. It was ultimately not a good idea, as the Ethnic Enigma watch the door close as the security would re-enter the building with a shrug. Hiro's body ached, a night off regardless of how potentially racist the reasons were was probably for the best. Still, there was some fighting spirit deep within that caused Hiro to slowly raise his hand to the door to bang on it once more.

Hiro reared back to knock, but suddenly stopped himself. He let out a deep bellowing groan and sigh and turned from the doors, walking back into the dark parking lot to his car parked not too far off. Hiro couldn't help but wonder what he'd done to piss Cartwright off this time -- there relationship in the business was long and went back quite some time, being partners more often than not. Though acting that way was something Hiro had abandoned long before, and it didn't seem to be the case for Cartwright who was just as power hungry and devious as ever. The Ethnic Enigma reached his car and put his bag back inside his trunk, heading over to the driver seat and opening the door...or at least, he tried to. The door wouldn't budge at first, no matter how hard he yanked, how many times he would lock and unlock the doors...it just wasn't opening. Hiro kicked the door and let out a frustrated yell, and with that...you best believe it opened up. Hiro cocked an eyebrow but just figured this was one of those weird things that happens from time to time, choosing to shrug it off.

The Ethnic Enigma slipped into the driver's seat and slammed the door closed, looking over at the door again with his eyes fixated on it...as if the thought crossed his mind to slam into the building and enter it that way. There was no way he would act upon such an illegal idea, but the thought was ever present regardless. As he inserted the keys and turned the car...the next problem arose. The car refused to start, the engine not turning over! What a horrible night this has evolved into for the battered and bruised Hiro Shin-Mozas. He didn't get to work and was now facing a long and boring ride back to the airport. After a few failed tries, Hiro began slamming the dashboard over and over as he let out a few yelps in aggravation. Finally, after a few more hits suddenly the door ahead of him flung open, a bright white light pouring out from the arena. Perhaps Cartwright was coming to check and see if Hiro had left or not, Hiro squinted as he looked through his windshield...only to see another figure with glowing red eyes looking back at him. It was a silhouette of mystery and uneasiness, Hiro's breathing laboring as he couldn't help but see a shape reminiscent of Blackjack in that light -- the silhouette as if his archrival's had become black entirely as the darkness of the parking lot.

If Hiro hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it -- perhaps a trick of literal smoke and mirrors, the silhouette vanished instantly with the light changing from bright white to deep red. The Ethnic Enigma freezes in place darting his eyes across the visual upon his windshield, surveying the parking lot and seeing nothing. However, his ears were picking up on a soft "sssss" sound. Did something slash his tires? Was there a gas leak? Hiro was preparing to dart from his vehicle and slam his way into the building in an attempt to escape whatever sweet hell was chasing him...but as he shifted his body to reach for the door, he suddenly felt a slithering sensation over his shoulder...and it was no seatbelt. A large snake made its way across Hiro's chest and down into his lap, and the frozen Cuban would realize quickly that his car was filled with several snakes and a stench he could not identify.

Hiro finally let out a loud, horrified scream as he began slamming his shoulder against his door, slamming on the horn of his car, and stomping his feet up and down on what was now a pile of snakes. He felt a sensation in his chest as if he were having a stress-induced heart attack, unable to comprehend what was happening. Finally, after a few more hits, he fell from his seat and to the blacktop beside his car, screaming again as he rolled from his car, stopping to look back at what was definitely several snakes rolling towards him...but instead, he saw nothing. The door wasn't open to the arena, there was no red light...no snakes pouring out of his car. There was nothing there, which caused Hiro to go into a further panic -- he was going insane, this was it. Everything going on his life: the Blackjack issue, the pain his body was constantly put in compounded by the shots to the head, his career continuing on with loss after loss, and now he wasn't even allowed in the building to do his job.

Hiro scrambled to his feet and cautiously yet quickly made his way to the open drivers seat and leaned in, managing to turn the key and start the vehicle...and as he did, he leaped at the opportunity and sat down in the drivers seat, slamming the door shut and taking off out of the parking lot going some sort of triple-digit speed within seconds. Hiro was gone from the parking lot in an instant, but among the cars a being stood...having watched everything play out.