[Bad Boy] vs Hiro Shin-Mozas

[Vic Venom]

JR: You want to turn back the clock. I get it. You want to show us you can still be the same guy that won the World Title 8 years ago. Fine. You know what your fans want to see? They want to see you no have to get around in a damn wheel chair. For the love of god stay down kid, it's not worth it.

King: He's not a kid anymore, JR. He's getting older and this is what it looks like. I've lived it. We all live it as professional wrestlers and we all handle it differently. Hiro's going to burn the candle at both ends, it's his decision. You ask me? He's selfish for putting Bad Boy in this potion and he's selfish for subjecting his own fans to this sideshow.  

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Bad Boy had the leg hooked, leaning back listening to the ref count, getting to two and expecting it to be over...

When suddenly felt Hiro throw a shoulder up! Brad feeling it while pinning, and slowly sitting up to turn to the referee again! Turning his look to the doctor at ringside, then looking back at the ref in a sort of shrug look. What the hell was he doing?

Brad pushed himself to his knees and looked down at Hiro. It seemed as though despite being damn near broken apart and pushing his body past its limits, and risking permanent issues, he still threw his shoulder up and kept himself in the match!

The crowd had exploded the moment Hiro kicked out. They were all loud for him throughout the match, wanting him to power through and get his win! The power they give quite possibly fueling this man.

Brad already had respect for Hiro for what happened the month prior, and for the fact that he's even back in the ring and throwing strikes throughout the match, but this was getting to a point to where he was more and more worried about his well being.

Looking down at the mat for a few seconds, closing his eyes and getting a deep breath in, he searched in his mind of what to do. Then pushing himself up to his feet, he took a look at the crowd for a moment, the fans all chanting "HIRO! HIRO! HIRO! HIRO!" Looking around the arena, Bad Boy realizing these fans would be both a blessing and a curse for Hiro. At a moment he was slightly mad at them for what was happening, but he couldn't blame them or go against them. However...he did have to disappoint them if he wanted to end it. Finally at the referee, and then down at Hiro. Brad realized that if he was gonna end it, he was going to have to end it.

Brad reached down, looking to grab Hiro by the head and the good arm and pull him up to as close to his feet as he could.

Dropping down Brad would look to lift Hiro up into a fireman's carry position. Standing up, he would look to swing Hiro's legs back and fall backwards looking to land the TKO!

 

[HiroShinMozas]

Hiro continued to stare up at the lights, at this point causing him to practically go blind. His vision had already doubled several times over and the lights were making it much worse. Nobody could blame Bad Boy for what he'd gone through thus far, and what was about to come. He found himself in the worst possible position, standing before a brother-in-arms past his expiration date. Finally, Brad knew what he would have to do. He leaned down and began to help Hiro up, the Ethnic Enigma giving him no leverage at all as his body just had nothing left in it after kicking out. Eventually, Bad Boy had gotten enough of Hiro up that he could scoop him up on to his kneeling shoulders and stand tall.

Some would say it was like a Viking Funeral. Hiro would be sent out to sea to burn and his ashes would spice up the continuing forever. There were others who called it cruel, some drowned out boos being directed at Bad Boy from deep within the an unseen part of the crowd. Though what was most prevelent were cheers as Hiro slammed down into the mat and the bell rang almost instantly. The crowd knew, what was done needed to be done. Hiro knew it needed to be done, and welcomed it. It was over. The ref called for the bell as Hiro had collided face first with the mat and was noticibly limp, being knocked out cold.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the referee has stopped this match, and your winner by knockout -- BAD BOY!"

 

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Bad Boy hit the move and sat up, looking to turn and try to just get the pin on Hiro as soon as possible, but just as he reaches, the referee grabs him and pulls him off. Brad stood up and got in the ref's face, asking what the hell he's doing.

The crowd started booing as the ref and Brad argued, in reality Bad Boy was trying to just finish the match, but he never heard the bell ring because he was so focused at the moment.

Finally the ref got to Brad and made him understand that the match WAS over. Bad Boy backed off into the corner, looking down at Hiro as the medic team surrounded Hiro.

Brad had numerous feelings at the moment. Finally the match was over and the medical team was getting to Hiro. The match was a win...but holy s**t was it a bad feeling of a win. The crowd at numerous times reigned down booing on him and that was taking a toll on him. However overall a man that he buried the hatchet with and gained mutual respect he might've put in critical condition, and yet he wasn't sure what else he could've done at that moment.

Brad watched on as the medics checked on Hiro, hoping for some sort of positive feeling in this.

 

[HiroShinMozas]

A doctor from the back would rush out to join the now half dozen medical personnel who now surrounded Hiro's unconscious body. There was a lot of shouting and anger, two security guards needing to pull apart the main doctor from the ringside doctor as they nearly came to blows. It was a spectacle, in the absolute worst way. The fans had again began booing Brad after the bell rang because it seemed as though he was going to attack Hiro further -- but when he realized what had happened, obviously he would back off. A neckbrace would be put on Hiro's neck and he was eased slowly on to a gurney that was wheeled down to ringside. This was by no means the first time the fans had been subjected to seeing Hiro like this since he returned, but it was the first time they'd noticed an oxygen tank wheeled out as well. It was hooked to the gurney and quickly put on to Hiro's face as silence started to become the major soundtrack.

The gurney would begin wheeling away Hiro, around the corner of the ring and to the ramp. He was still unmoving, there would be no thumbs up to reassure fans all was well. The ref, in the ring, would raise Bad Boy's arm to reiterate his victory. The air may have been sucked out of the arena, but even then this was another notch in Brad's belt, a high profile victory at the aboslute worst time. Despite the fact that they had became friends, Hiro's first action in this new touch of comradery was to put Bad Boy through the unfair process of being what would turn out to be his penultimate opponent, as of right now. Hiro may try to compete at Fast Lane, but it would be a fool's errand for sure. The only opportunity left to stave off a forced retirement would come at Wrestlemania.  

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Bad Boy's arm was raised, but he wasn't even looking at the referee or the crowd, he kept his stare at Hiro.

Finally dropping his arm, he started tearing off his wrist tape out of anxiety from the situation. Tossing it over his shoulder as he remained watching. Exactly like a car crash he was fully responsible for, he couldn't look away.

Brad dropped to his back and rolled to the outside, following the EMTs up the ramp. The color drained from his face. His mind as blank as the stare he had while following.