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Coldplay's "Viva la Vida" begins to play over the speaker-system maticulously set up on [location]. The song, perhaps a relic of the g-federations of fifteen years ago, begins not at the beginning but well over half way into the song. The coldness of the building began to disappate as a warmth akin to that of a fire's would seep its way from the ground up. The song would shift it's tone, this time with it a yellowish-hue of light eminated from the lighting system. There was a completely different song fading in.



The pounding beats of Egypt Central's "White Rabbit" began to play. The switch in song puzzles the fans that were anticipating quite the final encounter here. It was perhaps the most high profile possible battle to take place on the card..."The God of Time vs The Man With Too Many Lives." The myriad of theme songs, something that had become synonymous with Hiro Shin-Mozas early career, were just getting started. However, as the song went through it's chorus, it would be replaced by an instrumental as the booming voice of the other half of this equation would smash it's way through the time signatures and become the new lyrics to this song. Down the rabbit hole indeed.



Chrono's words, they carried a harrowing reminder of a time long gone and poised quite the question: What happens, indeed? What will happen when Hiro blows it? Surely, oh surely...that must have crossed his mind at the time. It must be crossing his mind now.



Well, that's odd. Shinedown's "My Name (Wearing Me Out)" and Digital Summer's "Playing the Saint" took turns playing, fans getting antsy as this misguided concert of pre-recorded music continued. Hiro Shin-Mozas was the common denominator of this music, and yet he had yet to appear. The titantron lit up in bright orange letters with the name "HIRO", and the fans would cheer as the once hated man was clearly behind the music...and yet, even still, he did not appear. The name remained up on the titantron as video faded in behind it with footage of what was clearly Hiro taking many devistating moves. There were several of his most iconic spots throughout his career -- falling from cages and ladders, being covered in blood, hoisting the WWF:G Legacy Championship above his head at Wrestlemania. If there was a big time moment one could think of involving Hiro, it was in this package.



The lights in the arena would kick up big time with an orange glow -- the crowd being illuminated by more than just their cell phone lights now. A gust of wind seemed to flow through the arena, a clear indication of an overwhleming truth: Hiro Shin-Mozas was here more than just physically, but in an incredibly spiritual way as well. His essence, more than anything, would be what he would use to combat Chrono Clepsydra this evening. The orange lights would turn from the crowd inward towards the stage, engulfing it in a solar flare but leaving just enough space for a silhouette to enter. It was all too familiar a shape, and the crowd would ignite as if sparked by the heat of the lights. Hiro Shin-Mozas was here, he really was here -- he had not been seen since WWF:G's Wrestlemania where he battled The Number Three in a shocking no contest. The boogeyman in his life had seemingly vanished, but in doing so, had once again changed the Ethnic Enigma permanently. Hiro, his features still unseen, looked out into the crowd from behind his orange curtain -- and he sighed. Here we go again...somehow, someway, he had found himself in one more match despite the disappointment of The Number Three seemingly retreating during their encounter, a match that resulted in Hiro being forced to effectively retire once more as he left WWF:G.

Hiro remained in place, The Offspring's "You're Gonna Go Far, Kid" continuing. He was clearly tired. He didn't know what to expect doing battle with Chrono, a match that, at least for this Hiro, seemed to be nonsensical. He was invited back to the EWA to be given a true end to his long career -- but it had seemed from the jump that Chrono was just mysterious as always. There was more going on here than Hiro had realized, and that is what pulled him here to begin with. Just as Pegasus pulled in Yugi, Hiro had potentially fallen into a massive trap set by Chrono...but it did not matter to him. The reality was that, no matter what, Hiro still had a bone to pick with Chrono. There was still unfinished business, and there always would be had he not shown up tonight. The Ethnic Enigma cracked his neck and looked down as the lights would switch to a dark blue, making it even harder to see him beyond the silhouette. He closed his eyes and began to flex his muscles, still hidden away by his ring coat. The music would give way one final time.



Metallica's rendition of "Turn the Page" finally would play, and the lights would shoot back out into the crowd with a spotlight finally illuminating the man of the hour. Hiro Shin-Mozas stood atop the stage and stared out into the sea of EWA's finest fans lined from one end of the building to the other, perhaps the majority of them here for this one match. The Ethnic Enigma looked as tired as he felt, but his body seemed to be healed up quite nicely from the last time anyone had seen him. It was the half-year layoff since Wrestlemania that enabled him to get his body right, and as he ripped away the ringcoat and tossed it off the stage, his scarred body was certainly more cut than before. He clearly took the training for the encounter with the God of Time seriously -- and his demeanor would prove that more than anything. His entire appearance was more stoic than anyone had seen from him in quite some time. The words that Chrono had once spoke which played moments prior, Hiro had been listening to for the better part of the last month. A reminder that, while he had forgiven all that had been said and done against him...he would never forget.



Hiro began his decent down the ramp, the spotlight following him as the lights pointed towards the crowd would slowly turn back towards the ramp to cover up the tracks left behind by the Ethnic Enigma's trip to the ring. By the time he reached the steps, there were no lights on the crowd at all, just a flood of blue leading from the stage to the ringside area. Hiro stepped in through the ropes and tested out his legs with a few big stomps. He looked around at a still cheering crowd, and deep within he felt sick from the sight. It was wonderful that people still cared, even more so that they still believed in him. Regardless of that however, even then, it felt as though he was in enemy territory. EWA was never home, not for this Hiro -- it always felt like a club he didn't belong in. Even when he was at his lowest in EWA, a disgusting predator of a holy legacy best left untouched, it wasn't enough to make him feel as though he belonged regardless of how many titles he'd held.



Hiro cringed at his introduction, but wouldn't let it show to outwardly. The Ethnic Enigma skulked his way to a corner and leaned himself into it, his nerves starting to work themselves up. He knew that any moment now, an insurmountable set of circumstances would present himself, and it was going to be extremely difficult to overcome. He was already gameplanning offense, he was already trying to figure out how he could end the match as soon as possible and ride off into the sunset with his life in tact. He was already planning to cause Chrono Clespydra to fall from grace and lay out for just three seconds. It wouldn't be that easy, though. It never is, and it flat out couldn't be.

There lived a certain man in Russia long ago
He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow
Most people look at him with terror and with fear
But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear
He could preach the Bible like a preacher
Full of ecstasy and fire
But he also was the kind of teacher
Women would desire

Red white & blue confetti slowly begins to fall from the ceiling as the grey eminence of WWE and acting Czar of GZW Nicolas Khan emerges from behind the curtain in the backseat of a Pink Cadillac with light beige ceremonial military & various medals on his jacket. Gazing through the round sunglasses the man in the Hollywood stuntmask brings his hand up to his forehead to salute the man in the ring. Flanked on either side by two skinny, half concious model's in matching white fur coats, the CEO raises champagne to his lips. Delabonte gets out from the driver seat in a cab boy uniform; opening the backseat for the President who climbs over the bodies of the girls onto the stage throwing up peace signs as the spotlight hits at the same time that Boney M's Rasputin reaches its chorus:

Ra-ra-Rasputin
Lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
Ra-ra-Rasputin
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on

The camera pans up from the Pizza Hut logo on the grill of the car to the bumbling drunk businessman ambling his way clumsily down the ramp with his hemophiliac son Nicolas under his arm guiding him to make sure he didn't fall whiskey spilling out from the tumbler in his free hand. "I'll tell ya shhhomething this kid needssshhhhealing! Really takesss.... HIC... after his dad! One runnna the blade and he you can't turn off the faushhhhet.. He.. H.. HIC!!!...Kid ya... Ya... HIC.... Ya.... Really... reallywould'vemadeakillingofitontheisland!" Cackling like a hyena, the Marauder's team of handlers struggles to fit his fat bloated body into the ring.

But when his drinking and lusting
And his hunger for power
Became known to more and more people
The demands to do something
About this outrageous man
Became louder and louder

The preferred controlled opposition of the Clepsydra family struggles up to his feet while members of the security team form a wall separating him from Hiro Shin-Mozas. Barely noticing the Cuban Jap as his handlers turn him around to find the hard camera pointing it out to the special guest announcer they fit the microphone in his hand. As technicians figure out the teleprompter the camera lingers on the music video playing on the big screen, flickering through a rose tinted, revisionist retelling of the at times fraught political relationship between our glorious leader Freakshow and Chrono Clepsydra. Operations against Mike Landry from 2008-2011. The controlled demolition of EWA under Brantley Summers. B-roll of both men at the theme park on rollercoasters. And the failed 2016 invasion of WWFG was left out of all of this but clearly the memory and the black eye it left on the Midnight Marauders had not healed over the years but festered. The President belches into the microphone eager to kill the last skeleton in his closet:

"Hi... HIC.... Heeyyyuh... I'm not tha... Typa guy to.... Shhhtart a fight he can't finishhhhh.... But..... Chrooooono! My old... Bossshhhh... May god rest hissh shouul... In 2016... Last time you put all your cardsh on the.. HIC.... the bad guy...Freaky daddy... Hh...He came on short.. FOLDED!!! Didn'tcha learn from Jed nottuhbetonus? Not in WWFG! Ya should've seen it coming! But we learned shhomething didn't we? This isn't WWFG! This is EWA! And kid... Kiddo... Bosshhh.. Chief... I gotta tell ya... I gotta tell ya! Turning around dramatically, staring dead and cold into the eyes of Hiro Shin Mozas extending a finger towards him, "You're in the wrong hood now boy! Letsh bring out the OG!!!" The sweating, red faced guest turns away from the Cuban Jap squinting into the teleprompter:

"HE ISSSSSSS.... THE BOSS.... OF EWA... SHTANDING IN AT 7'0 TALL... HE ISH A MEMBER.. OF THE NAAAASHIONAL OF WATCH AND CLOCK COLLECTORS.... AND A PRACSHIONER OF KALASHHHHAKRA..... WEIGHING IN AT 280 LBS....... FROM THE RICH ISALND OF SV.... HIC.... THE RICH HOLY ROMAN EMPEROR..... CHRONO...... Q..... CLEPSYDRA!!!!!!!"