[Bad Boy] vs Hiro Shin-Mozas

[Cartwright]

26th February 2024 - 10th March 2024
One Day Auto-Hit or Auto-Recover

The following match is scheduled for one fall!

 

[WhosBadNowBoys1]

The lights shifted to a dark blue as Strange Clouds started up, the crowd stood up and gave a loud ovation, after missing this man last show due to suspension by Staff Member Russo, tonight he was back and the fans loved to see it!

Bad Boy emerged onto the stage, sporting his normal gear of black tights with purple designs on the sides, the wrist tape with purple stripes, and black elbow wrap around his left elbow, top it off with his black and purple vest on him.
Wiping his mouth, he looked straight forward at the ring, his face rather blank yet concerned at the same time.
After a few seconds Brad would snap out of his gaze and look around at the crowd, a slight smile on his face at the reaction he's getting from them.

Walking down the ramp as he looks back and forth at the ramp at the crowd, acknowledging his fans as he makes his way to the ring.

"From Cleveland, Ohio, weighing 231 pounds...BAAAAD BOYYYY!"

Bad Boy reached the end of the ramp and walked towards the opposite hard camera side, walking up the steps. He gets to the middle of the apron, slowly looking back at the crowd, seemingly another expressionless look on his face, before stepping through the ropes into the ring.
Walking towards hard camera side ropes, Bad Boy does a quick 360 before throwing his right arm up, the sparks shooting out from the ring posts! The crowd letting out a loud roar at the pose and pyro.

This time however he didn't take a tour of the other side of the ring, and simply peeled his vest off, tossing it to the side before bouncing off the ropes a few times, getting used to the feel of them.
Finally standing up straight he faces the stage, awaiting the entrance of Hiro!

 

[HiroShinMozas]

As Bad Boy had settled into the ring after his entrance, the fans would turn with anticipation towards the stage. The ultimatium had been laid down by Cartwright: if Hiro Shin-Mozas could not achieve a victory by the time Wrestlemania had come to an end, he would no longer be a member of the WWF:G roster. This was his home and despite a brief stop in Dragon's Honor Wrestling a few weeks prior where he lost to Nuke Fusion in a championship encounter, Hiro felt that there was no where else for him to go in the wrestling business but right here. The question on everyone's mind: could the Ethnic Enigma, despite having an incredibly injured body, actually defeat Bad Boy tonight in a match that has been anticipated for years?

On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
You can listen to the engine's moanin' out his one-note song
You can think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wanderin' the way they always do
When you're ridin' sixteen hours and there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through

The familiar opening strum of Metallica's "Turn the Page" would break through a murmuring crowd, bringing blue lights and an enthatic pop from a crowd that was hopelessly optimistic for a new story to begin tonight. Hiro Shin-Mozas, dressed in his usual gear and in his oversized ring coat, would appear from the back with a visible limp in his step. He looked a lot similar to the former GM Mick Foley than to anyone who belonged in the ring right now -- but regardless, it wasn't stopping Hiro from stomping his way down the ramp as best as he could. He high fived some fans, stopped for a picture...he was nearly a different man than they were used to seeing of late. The problem, of course, was that the Ethnic Enigma was putting on a front. He was in a tremendous amount of pain with every step, and he had more anxiety now than ever before: Blackjack was on the lose and traveling across the country, his career was now on life support, and he had a never ending sense of dread that was only compounded by those truths. Still, tonight, he was determined to give Bad Boy the match he always deserved.

Here I am, on the road again
There I am, up on the stage
There I go, playin' star again
There I go, turn the page

Hiro would step up into the ring, slinking himself through the ropes and throwing up his arms for a crowd wanting to give him that positive reaction. Once again, Hiro was an underdog -- but unlike many other times in his career, he was loveable in the role. There was a desire to see him succeed, and never more so than now. He would make his way to a corner and step onto the bottom rope, throwing his arms up again for another quick round of adjulation.

"...and introducing his opponent, from McIntosh, South Dakota -- he weighs in tonight at 228 pounds, standing 6'3...he has the WIIIIIIIILLLL TO GO OOOOOOOOOOOON -- HIRO...SHIN....MOZAS!"

The crowd would explode again for the introduction as Hiro tossed away his ring coat, his arm still taped up from the burns and wound beneath. He stretched out with his good arm on the ropes and cracked his body with a turn. The pain was horrible, but his facials remained unchanged as he was now in "Go Mode". He was going to beat Bad Boy tonight, no matter what.  

[WhosBadNowBoys1]

Bad Boy's face was showing more and more concern as Hiro made his way into the ring. He had quite the self debate on what the hell to do here in the month leading up to tonight.

He backed to a corner and entered a crouch, his hands on the top rope, stretching his arms and back, looking down at the mat for a moment, deep in thought of the match. Again debating what to do here.

The lights turned back on and Brad popped himself back up to standing on his feet. Leaning his head back and forth cracking his neck quickly as the bell rang.

Brad would step forward slowly, starting to circle Hiro looking to see what he does...what he can do...

 

[Vic Venom]

King: Hey JR, I'm not really sure it's such a great idea for Hiro to be out here right now. I mean, I know I like to give the kid a hard time sometimes but, man. He's looking rough. Hey uh, are you guys in the back sure we should be--

JR: I mean, I hate to give it to you King but you've got a point. The kids a competitor. He wants to compete. We just have to trust... Uhh... You know... I think that uh, there's an unwritten code in this sport, I'd like to hope Bad Boy recognizes that..

As JR and King speak over the rumbling of sound equipment there is a split screen between the sizing up going on in the ring and Vince Russo sitting on some crates backstage. A serious faced doctor is standing over him, speaking sternly to an uncomfortable looking Staffmember who swallows hard before the camera cuts back to the action.  

[HiroShinMozas]

Hiro would push himself out of the corner he'd taken refuge in and prepare himself as the bell rang. It was like clockwork that he would join Brad in the same old way -- the two would circle the ring with one another, all leading up to the tried and true collar and elbow. Hiro would stomp forward with a wince and throw out his arms, looking to determine the answer to a question no one felt it was necessary to ask: who right now was stronger? Bad Boy or Hiro.  

[WhosBadNowBoys1]

Bad Boy grimaced simply looking at Hiro's body, the way he was moving. The arm was bandaged, though if you saw what wasn't covered it was still a disgusting color.

"Man he looks like s**t..."

Accepting the lock up, Bad Boy would attempted to guide Hiro back to the corner, but not at the normal strength he would in a normal match, almost half strength. A completely hesitant push...

 

[HiroShinMozas]

Hiro and Bad Boy locked up and got it going. They jostled for dominance for all but a second as Bad Boy easily took over, and began to push Hiro back. There was resistence for sure...but Hiro was so weakened, he couldn't even tell that Bad Boy wasn't going full strength. It all felt like the strongest man on the planet to him, and by the time he reached that corner he realized he had his back to the wall and the ref had came in between the two trying to break the lock up as Hiro was touching the ropes. It was a slow, uncomfortable start to the match, and everyone could feel it.  

[WhosBadNowBoys1]

Ref: Let's go out of the corner! 1!...

Bad Boy immediately let go and raised his hands up, showing that he wasn't going to go for more in the corner...backing up...

 

[HiroShinMozas]

Hiro, through labored breath, kept his hands on the ropes to steady his shaking legs. He and Bad Boy were separated, but it wasn't what Hiro had wanted to have happen. The Ethnic Enigma drooped his head for a moment, and shot it up with a little more pep that his recent movements had shown. "Don't let him stop you again, Brad." Hiro would shout, loud enough for all to hear as he tried to deliver a knife edge chop to Bad Boy and deliver the first strike of the match!  

[WhosBadNowBoys1]

Bad Boy took the chop across the chest, a loud smack heard across the arena and the crowd would let out a "WOOOO!" in response!

Normally coming out of the corner he would be much more on guard, ready to catch anything, but the laxed nature of the release left him open, and upon hearing what Hiro shouted he took the chop, stinging in his chest!

Taking one step back and slightly turning after the chop, Brad looked off to the side at the second as the blow registered, and he looked down at his chest feeling it but being numb somehow.

He shot a look at Hiro and the instinct was to attack, attempting to swing a wild Clothesline at Hiro!

 

[HiroShinMozas]

Hiro got exactly what he wanted -- Bad Boy no longer had any reason to hold back, whether he had been before or not. Hiro would duck under Brad's attempted lariat and turn as quickly as he could without falling over, trying to chop Brad again should he turn around as well and send him back first into the turnbuckle!  

[WhosBadNowBoys1]

Brad whiffed hard, actually hitting side first into the turnbuckle! Turning around after hitting his ribs right into another chop! This one maybe not as loud of a smack, though we still get the crowd yelling "WOO!" in response, it landed harder! This one knocking a bit of air out of Bad Boy! Brad held his chest with his right forearm, stumbling back into the corner leaning back trying to catch his breath!

 

[HiroShinMozas]

Hiro was suddenly in the drivers seat, a scene that felt far too rare to let go by without a loud cheer from the crowd. He looked around and smiled slightly, but it would fade as pain crept in once more. The Ethnic Enigma looked to chop Bad Boy once more for good pressure, and then grab his arm and attempt an irish whip across the ring into the turnbuckle across -- Hiro was cooking something, it seemed.  

[WhosBadNowBoys1]

Bad Boy took another chop to the chest, this one stinging and breath taking with how measured it was! The crowd letting out another "WOO!" Brad weakened enough to get grabbed and sent running, crashing back first into the opposite turnbuckle! The impact bouncing him forward slightly before falling back completely, leaning back in the corner with his arms around the top rope!