[Bad Boy] vs Hiro Shin-Mozas

[HiroShinMozas]

Hiro had taken full control, and quite frankly -- he felt surprised...but also, for the first time in a month, he felt a little bit at peace. The weight of Blackjack's escape was heavier than his career being on the line, but it was all in some way a little ignorable. The one thing he couldn't ignore was his labored breathing, the pain in his arms and legs, and the double vision he'd been nursing for a number of matches. However...nothing could take the nature out of what his body would accomplish. He ran across the ring as best as he could and leaped, trying to squash Brad against the turnbuckle with a STINGER SPLASH!  

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Trying to get his wind back past the chops and the slam into the corner, extending his body hoping for air to go though easier to allow him to move.

However this left him wide open! Hiro crashed into Brad! Caving his ribs in slightly, more pressure to the back with the turnbuckle!

Brad would drag his feet, moving towards the center of the ring, slightly veering right before correcting himself and going more towards the center of the ring. Dropping to a knee momentarily, before forcing himself back up and turning around to try to find Hiro!  

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Bad Boy took the splash like a champ, Hiro slumping off of him and giving him space to stumble forward with dragged feet and a wobbly base. Eventually, he would regain his footing and be given time to breathe when he hit center ring. Except when he turned to find Hiro, he found nothing. The Ethnic Enigma was no longer in the ring, no -- he was down at ringside, huffing and puffing on his elbows and knees. The impact of ramming into Brad, on top of the weakness in his body, had caused him to drop to the ground upon impact and roll under the ropes to ringside in a heap. His body ached horribly, and the voice in the back of his head the harshest critic: he had left a vulnerable Bad Boy in the ring simply because his body couldn't take the pressure.  

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Bad Boy turned around...in his mind he was going to need to fight back and expected something from Hiro, something the former Champion could do to put Bad Boy close to the end already in the match.

But fully turned around...nothing happened? Brad was even more shocked to see Hiro hit the mat, dropping to a knee himself, finally getting his wind back. Brad watches as Hiro rolls to the outside, and puts his hands up wondering what just happened.

Standing back up fully, Brad walked over to the ropes, looking down at the mangled Hiro. Turning to the ref, both looking rather worried at what was transpiring.

Stepping through the ropes to the outside, Brad signaled to the ref to check on Hiro, to see what would be happening. Keeping somewhat close to listen in, he didn't want to get in the way just incase something serious was happening.

 

[HiroShinMozas]

Hiro's brain was scrambled ever so slightly by all the rapid movement he'd just gone through, so as the ref slipped out of the ring to get down next to him, he was a bit jarred. Hiro reached up and grabbed a handful of the ref's shirt thinking in the moment that he was Bad Boy, but no -- thankfully, he realized rather quickly that it was just the ref checking on him. There were several questions asked, all pretaining to whether Hiro could keep going as he pushed to his feet and stumbled towards the announce table to keep himself standing. His ankle, which had been targeted by Nuke Fusion at DHW's recent PPV event, was starting to give out on him do the sprint he'd gotten himself into when in the ring. He slammed down on the table and inched forward slowly, his eyes again locking up with Brad's. They were puffy, and bloodshot...a sign Hiro hadn't been sleeping much. A sign that the pain was perhaps unbareable but his teeth were gritting nonstop.

The Ethnic Enigma demanded the ref get back in the ring so that the match could continue, and he would power his way to the apron, looking to pull himself up gingerly onto the apron. He stopped for a moment to again silently stare at Brad, contemplating what he was risking by continuing -- but still signalling to him that they need to get back in this ring and keep it going.  

[Vic Venom]

King: Jesus!

Several moments of dead air are broken as JR & King, unable to contextualize the scene unfolding, had been sitting in silence the last few moments occasionally stealing confused looks at each other from the monitor. Some fans look on in bewilderment while others sit with their heads buried in their hands. The referee slides back into the ring, but not before a few brief words with a ringside physician and road agent. Swallowing, the ref gets in-between the two men looking uncertainly over his shoulder at the doctor and signaling for the action to resume.

JR: Well ummm... Folks... As you can see the referee exercising some discretion here... Looks like we're going to get this back under way, I'm uh, I'm not really sure what just happened to Hiro there King. Did you uh... Did you see what happened there King?

King: Yeah, I'm not really sure about that JR and I hate to speculate. You know, I've been in that ring and sometimes it's, well, it's the damndest things that can cause an injury! Maybe he landed funny on that leg?  

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Brad shook his head as the ref signaled to continue and for both men to get into the ring, and saw Hiro beckoning him to join in the ring as well. What the hell did he get himself into?

Bad Boy pulled himself up to the apron by the middle rope and slowly stepped through, stopping mid way to sit on the middle, allowing him to get back into the ring easier.

 

[HiroShinMozas]

Hiro would be joined on the apron by Bad Boy, the two sharing a desperate moment of uneasiness, with Brad making the first move to get back into the ring...and as he did, he would sit on the middle rope, leaving it open to make it easier for Hiro to join him. The crowd would go slightly quiet, and Hiro's expression turned to some sort of anger, him gnashing his teeth and not looking back to Bad Boy again. He wanted to superkick him. He was so close to superkicking him, for this -- this level of clear concern could only be taken as pity in the moment. Though, as his body ached even further, Hiro realized that...he needed the help to get back in quicker. He looked at Brad with a red face, a mix of anger and embarrassment, and stepped through the ropes a little easier. He got up straight and would step further away from Bad Boy. This match had become a sideshow.  

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Bad Boy would bounce up and stand normal, backing away to gain distance. He saw the anger in Hiro's eyes, the only thing he could really do is look away for a few moments to regain his mind and focus on the match itself.

Brad knew Hiro wanted this match, and knew that Hiro wanted to legit compete in a match, but the reality was that he wasn't in the shape to perform. But he understood that any competitor would put themselves through hell to get what they want. It looked like Hiro wanted a match...but Brad wasn't sure how.

Bad Boy would hit the ropes, before slowly coming back near the center, looking for another Collar and Elbow Tie Up!

 

[HiroShinMozas]

Here it would go again, Bad Boy and Hiro lock up in center ring as the Ethnic Enigma had finally pressed his feet down enough to keep himself level. The two would jockey for a moment, but Brad was quickly taking over, and Hiro could feel it. Hiro tried to slip his hands out of the lock up and wrap his arms around Brad's body, trying to push him backwards and into the ropes in an attempt to shoot him across the ring and send him rebounding back! Hiro had no plan for his return back from the quick sprint, but he stood his ground, preparing to at least crash into Brad if nothing else.  

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Bad Boy was sent towards the ropes, bouncing off of them...and without hesitation looked to run through Hiro with a Shoulder Tackle!

 

[HiroShinMozas]

As Bad Boy launched back, Hiro was prepared for it -- he knew they'd collide, and he stuck his shoulder out thinking that he could be the one to knock Brad down...but he was so wrong. Bad Boy slammed into the weakened Hiro and leveled him, dropping the Ethnic Enigma to the ground in a heap! Hiro would hold his injured arm close, rocking a bit on the ground as he let out gasps of pain. The impact was akin to a car wreck gone as wrong as possible, no air bags deploying and smacking right into the windshield. The fans let out a few boos towards Bad Boy, not due to hating the man -- but in defense of the Ethnic Enigma.  

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Bad Boy felt the booing reign down in him, and he looked around for a moment. He understood why, but he didn't know what else to do.

Looking down at Hiro, still a near broken man, Brad wasn't sure what to do, so quickly he dropped down and went for the pin!

 

[HiroShinMozas]

Hiro ached, a few groans bubbling up -- the fans booing actually bothered him. Bad Boy was doing his job and trying to give Hiro what he really wanted: a fight. Brad would lean down and push Hiro flat to the mat, not even hooking a leg as he covered him in an attempt to end it. Hiro's muscles would tense up as the ref slapped the mat once, and just before he came down for a second slap Hiro would push up his arm, refusing to lay out yet. His shoulder would ache from being pushed off the mat, but the fight was not over just yet...the uncomfortable display would have to continue for a little while longer.  

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Bad Boy snapped up, still on his knees, looking at the ref. Normally he hated when wrestlers complained to the ref, especially at the start of the match. However, he was being unironic in wondering how the hell it wasn't three.

Then Brad looked down and thought about it, he only kicked out at 1? What the hell is he thinking?

The booing was still pouring down, Bad's energy actually dropping from it. The main thing he can think to do is grab a headlock on Hiro while on the ground, trying to think of what to do still.