[Drako Damone] vs Hiro Shin-Mozas

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29th May - 12th June
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The following match is scheduled for one fall!

 

[Drako Damone]

The lights in the arena dim down as Ain't About the Money hits the PA.

Ahhhh, ahhhh
Ahhhh, ahhhh

blue and white lights begin to flash while a thin layer of smoke comes across the stage and down the ramp. Flames spring up along the set and the crowd's reaction is mixed, though the boos seem to drown out whatever cheers remain.

If you know like I know say
Ain't about the money, it's about the power (say)
Ain't about the money, it's about the power (you know like I know say)
Ain't about the money, it's about the power (say)
Ain't about the money, it's about the power

An opening appears in the stage, and slowly the champion rises up on a platform, dressed in his ring gear this time. The World championship belt is clutched in hand as looks down to the ring for a few moments before he finally begins to walk down the ramp, throwing the championship over his shoulder.

Think about it, think about it
Ain't no need to think about it
Get that Money, keep that power
No they not the same thing
Money can be anybody
This somebody, that nobody
When it comes to power
Circle, super small and maintain
Money make em' do it cause of what you give to em'
Power make em' do it cause you told them to do it
Money make you fly, power never die, don't know why
Money can be lost, power never need an alibi
Blood thicker than the champagne
Power in my pride, power in my last name

"..making his way to the ring, from Saint Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 200 pounds, he is the WWFG World Heavyweight champion, Drako Damone!!"

Drako stops at the end of the extremely long ramp and look around the arena for a few more moments before he turns and walks up the stairs and into the ring, taking the championship back in hand as he does. He walks across the ring and steps onto the bottom rope, one foot on the second rope as he raises the title to the loudly booing fans. He steps down and walks to the opposite side to do the same.

When I'm in your presence you can feel the power
Even if this company was built from powder
Girls, kissin, on the couch, women, in the, shower
Surround, myself with kings, you can keep the cowards
Everytime I reminisce, I'm reppin' different bitches
Blood is thicker than water but BS is the thickest
Let the chain round my neck tell my life story
Born into the money but would die for glory
Get ready for the takeover, that face, lip and makeover
That case, that I break open, that great fifth like Beethoven
If you, wanna get it poppin', I can be in the team
Thirty-four, in a, rocket cause Hakeem's the dream
(Get it? They don't get it)

Drako steps down and looks around again.

Oooh, we're makin' moves
You're only doing what my power let you do
You see that money isn't everybody's thing
When it comes to power, can only be one king

Finally, he removes his vest and hands it off outside of the ring, as well as the title belt as he awaits his opponent for the evening  

[HiroShinMozas]

Hiro Shin-Mozas would make his way through the backstage area, clearly a level of paranoia overcoming him as he witnessed a message from Blackjack earlier in the night. It wasn't since Seita Gray returned to BBW as Death Himself that Hiro felt like he was being stalked, as if some sort of omen was actually following him. This was going to be something he had to deal with for the foreseeable future, but making his way to gorilla he was stopped by a crew hand. He let Hiro know part of his gear was coming apart on the shoulder, and offered to cut it off, producing a blade from his side to try and help out. Hiro's response was to viscerally shudder, pulling away from the crew member and slamming his own hand down on the backstage audio equipment to hit his own music and get the hell out of this situation.

On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha
You can listen to the engine 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' there to do
And you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through

Here I am
On the road again
There I am
On the stage
Here I go
Playin' star again
There I go
Turn the page

Metallica's "Turn the Page" began and the fans got to their feet, a loud and booming cheer at the first strum of a guitar. As James Hetfield's singing started up, Hiro Shin-Mozas stepped out from the back, the fans continuing to give him an incredibly elated reception. There was no MMI to worry about tonight, no weird stipulations: Hiro was going to take on the world champion in a normal singles match and that meant he could operate at full capacity. The Ethnic Enigma stood on the stage and marveled at the imagery of a full arena, it would normally fill him with a boat-load of confidence knowing that such a large amount of people were happy to see him. However, tonight, between the copious amount of sweat his body was already producing and the ever-increasing heartrate he was contented with, Hiro wasn't nearly as excited as he should have been. He would make his descent down the ramp, offering to high five several fans and obviously they gladly all reached for him...a few were overzealous. A guy pulled on his jacket, causing Hiro to jerk back and ask him to watch his hands, which many fans agreed with him for doing, but it still was a bit unlike him. He walked to the other side of the ramp and high fived some more fans, but again had a moment of internal turmoil as a fan's quick production of a sharpie for an autograph caused him to take a step back, refusing to sign. There was clearly a lot going on in Hiro's head tonight, and it was clouding even his most babyface intentions. He apologizes, letting the young fan know he'll sign after the show, and makes his way to the steps, climbing up the turnbuckle and standing there with his arms up as he soaks in a little more admiration from the crowd. It really never does get old -- that was for sure. Hiro would leap down into the ring, taking some exception to his legs which seemed a little wobbly as he landed, though it was probably nothing. Across the ring from him stood an intimidating presence, the World Heavyweight Champion Drako Damone. While he tried to push feelings of anxiety into the background, Hiro realized that not only would he have to talk to Nuke soon, but Jarel as well -- he'd have to apologize to the Dragon for the embarrassment he was going to put the Damone name through by beating his brother tonight.

"...and the opponent, he weighs in tonight at 228 pounds, and is currently residing in McIntosh, South Dakota...and he wants to remind DRAKO DAMONE that he is a former WWFG Legacy Champion -- ladies and gentlemen, he has the WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILL TO GOOOOOOOOOOOOO ON!!! HIRO SHIN-MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOZAAAAAAAAAS!"

Hiro would step into center ring as his introduction went on, pointing to Drako and then to his championship at ringside. "Never lost it", the Ethnic Enigma would say to him before taking his steps back to the corner. The fans were incredibly enthusiastic for this main event, and despite all he was going through, Hiro could feel the importance of the here and now reacquainting itself with his nerves. It was all about getting a measure of retribution for Nuke Fusion and putting the champion on notice tonight, and he wasn't gonna let Blackjack, MMI, or anything step in his way when it came to proving he belonged back in the ring. The ref would check with him, asking if the Ethnic Enigma was ready to go considering his visual offered an idea of being gassed...but Hiro just nodded and kept his eyes locked on Drako, waiting for the bout to begin.  

[Drako Damone]

The champion smirks at the arrival of his opponent tonight. A lot of big words were spoken heading into this by Hiro, but it was time for the champion to remind the long time ago former champion why he was better. As the bell rings, Drako moves around a bit, loosening up but keeps his eyes on the man fighting for Nuke Fusion here tonight.  

[HiroShinMozas]

Hiro could tell his battle tonight with Drako would be a hard-fought one, there was no reason to think the champion was going to play fair. Drako would hold nothing back, so Hiro had to do the same if he hoped to do what we promised. The two-time world champion would slowly begin to clap, fans joining in with each successful slap of the hands while Hiro would invite Drako to slowly meet him in center ring arms up -- his goal to enter a collar-and-elbow tie-up while the fans serenaded with rapid claps growing louder and louder!  

[Drako Damone]

there's no reason not to tie up with his would be challenger, so he does. However, he would quickly go to pull him into a side headlock, more than willing to out wrestle Hiro here just because he knows he can  

[HiroShinMozas]

The lock up began, and thus the struggle for dominance. Hiro and Drako would be in a deadlock, but the champion would find his way into the power position as he got Hiro over in a side-headlock. Drako would torque the Ethnic Enigma, leading Hiro to think fast! He wrapped his arms around the Syndicate's leader and ran him forward, trying to send both men into the ropes and on the rebound pull out of his hold!  

[Drako Damone]

Drako expected that Hiro should at least be able to find his way out of a side headlock. The champion finds himself shoved off and runs to the ropes himself. On the rebound, he'd stop himself right in front of Hiro, then attempt to slap him right across the face  

[HiroShinMozas]

Hiro was prepared, he was going to lean down, back-body drop, wait for Drako to get up -- Superkick, Gutwrench, pin. It would be an easy victory for the Ethnic Enigma...except no! No it wouldn't be! None of that happened, no, instead Drako rebounded right to the front of Hiro and planted a hard slap right across his face! The fans let out a collective "OOOOOH" as the hit connect, followed by boos. Hiro didn't stagger, instead just turning his head, the stinging pulsating through a quickly red hand-print on his poor cheek.

What does one do in this situation? Perhaps back off or get away, too many blows like that would result in some sort of concussion before you knew it -- but not Hiro. He would aim a slap right back to the champ, looking to clock him just as hard!  

[Drako Damone]

Drako isn't new to this, having started before Hiro so he's actually the veteran here. He knew he'd get a reaction, and it was right on par with what he wanted. So the champion ducks the slap, attempting to get behind Hiro and roll him up into a school boy. How's that for an easy victory attempt?  

[HiroShinMozas]

Hiro was expecting to go blow to blow with Drako here, but he wasn't as lucky as his opponent was when it came to getting their attacks off! Looks like it was gonna be a long night as Drako ducked the slap and suddenly rolled downward, getting Hiro's shoulders right on the mat! The ref would drop and count to one but Hiro quickly kicked out and rolled on to his side, getting up quickly and aiming to run into Drako, trying to drive his shoulder right into the body of his opponent! This of course if Drako rolled up as well following the kick out. That's what would normally happen of course, but who knows how this would play out?!  

[Drako Damone]

Drako felt pretty good about this, throwing his opponent off his game. With the kickout, Drako gets to his feet, right as Hiro charges him again. Drako drops down and attempts to catch him with a drop toe hold, aiming to stay a step ahead of him. Should this connect, he'd add insult to insult by slapping him a few times across the back of the head before he backs off  

[HiroShinMozas]

You have GOT to be kidding me -- Hiro again was countered, dropping to the ground on his stomach thanks to the drop toe hold. The slaps aggravated the hell out of Hiro, but thankfully Drako backed off after embarrassing the Ethnic Enigma a little bit. A camera would catch a close up of an angered Hiro, slowly rising to a kneeling position and then to his feet, turning around to face Drako. It was one thing for these actions to be in the heat of competition, it was another for Drako to be doing them specifically to disrespect Hiro Shin-Mozas. The fans were definitely picking up their steam as the rumblings became more pronounced, a "******** EM UP HIRO, ******** EM UP" chant suddenly breaking out. It looked like the F:G Faithful were firmly behind Hiro no matter what -- and a desire to see Drako pay for the way he turned on EVERYONE was taking control. Hiro would wipe some spit from his lips and look around at the crowd before heeding their pleas -- he would look to run in at Drako one more time -- but instead of trying to run into him or use a move, he'd look to blow past him and ricochet off the ropes -- aiming to rebound and go down at the legs with a chop block to the shin!  

[Drako Damone]

"Is this how you fight for Nuke?"

Drako asks after he backs off. Make no mistake, he intends to embarass Hiro at every turn here tonight just for the audacity of sticking his nose in his business. So when Hiro blows past him, the champion turns and follows right after him, attempting to catch him against the ropes with a knee lift to the gut because why the man keeps rushing him is beyond the champion's comprehension. assuming he catches him with the knee, he'd attempt to simply toss him out of the ring through the ropes  

[HiroShinMozas]

What the hell are we doing here? Will Hiro's offense ever be successful? Was a combo of Drako's newly minted heel turn and Hiro's ring rust REALLY holding him back this much? There would be no chopblock, instead another reversal of some kind where Hiro ate a hit to the gut which doubled him up and over the champ's knee. Drako then, with a ton of ease, would s**t-can the Ethnic Enigma through the ropes and down to ringside. Hiro would sell the hit while the crowd rained down more boos on Damone, he was committing the ultimate heel act -- BURYING the rusty underdog. Hiro huffed his way to the barricade, using it to stand while fans patted him on his back, pushing for him to actually do something...but it was not starting well. The "******** Em Up Hiro" chants had died as quickly as they started, for the first time since Wrestlemania, Hiro was starting to feel that even the crowd was doubting his ability to actually wreslte. This, compounded with the earlier fears and anxiety over Blackjack's reemergence, was enough to finally stop Hiro from moving, leaving him at ringside on a knee against the barricade to ruminate on the promise he made to Nuke...and whether or not going on in this match was really a good idea or not.