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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2016 1:09 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2016 10:30 pm
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Smog rose up from the ramp, as five caskets were rolled onto the stage. Two on each side of the ramp, one in the middle. The middle one was standing up vertically.
Black and white Rave lights started going on and off, as heavy metal music began to play.
The four resting coffins began to rumble and shake, as they bursted open featuring various figures dressed in previous Chrono gimmicks such as Poison Ivan, The Entity, Malice and Mephisto, but instead of masks it was face paint.
SURPRISE! YOU'RE DEAD! Ha ha! open your eyes See the world as it used to be when you used to be in it When you were alive and when you were in love And when I took it from you!
The figures yelled and sung to the lyrics, as they pumped their fists in the air, while remaining in the caskets.
The tron featuring an hourglass in the middle pouring green sand into the bottom, but it started to flip upside down, the sand now black.
The middle casket slowly started to open, revealing not the God of Time... Or rather someone resembling him but something was off... Something was more darker, something different. His face painted white and black.
It's not over yet You don't remember? I won't let you forget The hatred I bestowed Upon your neck with a fatal blow From my teeth and my tongue I've drank and swallowed, but it's just begun Now you are mine I'll keep killing you until the end of time
Walking out of casket, it fell to the ramp with a hardened thud. He stretched his arms out as he walked down the ramp.
'Introducing first, hailing from Beyond the Impending Genesis, weighing 285lbs, he stands at 6'8". He is the Reaper, the End of Everything... The God of Death... Chrono Clepsydra...'
Slumping in the corner, the newly christened God of Death awaited his opponent, as his song finished playing and the caskets were sent away.
Surprise! you're dead! Guess what? It never ends... The pain, the torment and torture, profanity Nausea, suffering, perversion, calamity You can't get away
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2016 11:10 pm
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Welcome home While away They have tampered with the locks And your things they rearranged
"We propose a better way" Said the note they left behind In their wake of disarray You fell in place
Don't fall asleep They'll find us here I know a place to disappear As a voice proclaimed
What we are is the sum of 1000 lies What we know is almost nothing at all But we are what we are till the day we die Or till we don't have the strength to go on Till we don't have the strength to go on
As the lights in the arena went back to normal, Rise Against's hit "The Strength To Go On" began to play following Chrono's arrival to the ring. Fans didn't know what to expect as this song was new. Sure, they'd seen the recent advertising, they had the event t-shirts, they were sitting on the special chairs...but they didn't know what this song represented. Chrono had already made his way to the ring, so it obviously wouldn't be introducing him, but the song "Turn the Page" was burnt into the minds of the crowd for his opponent that they couldn't imagine he was coming out to this. However, as the song continued to play and the titantron finally lit up, images of Wrestlemania and shows leading up to it and basic stock footage assured the crowd that it was who they thought...and they exploded.
Stepping out from the back, slowly, with a limp that would soon be ignored for however long it would take, was the former WWF:G Legacy Champion, who months prior to this evening announced that he was no longer going to wrestle. Every doctor he spoke to said that if he dare set a foot in the ring again, he was going to be risking his life. This didn't bother the former God of Will, however. Tonight he wasn't stepping in the ring for a wrestling match, no. Tonight this was a fight for his life. Hiro Shin-Mozas for the first time in his career was meeting Chrono Clepsydra in singles action. A great deal had been made of this encounter. It wasn't your main event this evening, but it wouldn't be fair to the world championship match to become an after thought. Though, it did seem like a lose-lose situation, as there would be a match that had to follow this one, but still. Standing on the top of the ramp, Hiro pulled on his black elbow pads, looking out at a crowd that was so extremely loud he could hardly hear himself think.
Fans were in a state of mixed emotion, overjoyed to get one last match with Hiro involved, but also scared and fearful that he was risking his help wrestling in this match. None of that crossed the mind of the Cuban-Jap though. His sole reason for competing again was to finally hand Chrono a defeat and move on his with life, his only tie to professional wrestling being this. Hiro made his way down the ramp massaging the back of his neck which was being put the test this evening. It was where he had surgery a few months prior and was definitely the weak part of his body at the moment. Hiro was wearing new gear tonight, long solid black tights with a thin orange stripe on the side with wrist tape, elbow pads, and knee pads, all black. His boots however, were old. Black and Orange, those that he wore when he first debuted in EWA over six and a half years ago. They held meaning to him here, in what he expected to be his final match ever, win or lose. Hiro finally reached ringside and pulled himself onto the apron, stepping through the ropes slowly as his entire body felt stiff. He didn't work out much going into this match but he tried very hard to pump his muscles up during the past week.
Our shoulders bear an awful weight But still we trudge on just the same Our colors run then leave a stain They blacken our once honest name But how can we argue, tell me Over the fury and the fire How many times can we tell you that we Are not like you, we see right through Your poor disguise that fails to fool The wary eye that's trained on you
Hiro walked to a corner and stayed there, not taking the time to play up the crowd or taunt his opponent this evening. He was all business, knowing his body was miserable, and his mind just as much. This wasn't ideal. This whole match was dangerous. He accepted it though and knew what this was going to entail: a date with the God of Death. The saying is that 'time waits for no man', but Hiro was out to prove that he ascended past time. He had something different on his side.
"...and the opponent, from Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 229 lbs...He is the EMBODIMENT OF WILL...The HERO LOST IN TIME...wrestling in what he says will be his final match, ladies and gentlemen, HIRO...SHIN...MOZAS!"
Again, a loud pop from the crowd that was firmly behind the man who considered himself the face of WWF:G for the past two years. One last time he was going to be given the privilege to compete for the greatest fans on the planet, against his oldest rival. It didn't matter what the outcome would be here tonight, it was just sure as day that neither of these entities would exit the same way they came in. Tonight would be anything but routine.
What we are is the sum of 1000 lies What we know is almost nothing at all But we are what we are till the day we die Or till we don't have the strength to go on Till we don't have the strength to go on Yeah we don't have the strength to go on
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2016 7:50 am
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The God of Death's eyes narrowed, when those who would call themselves 'Gods' without earning it would be met with the one of Time, they would earn it or fade away.
But when when they earned it, and pissed it away, they would meet him. He who was the Avatar of Death, The Avatar of Oblivion, it wasn't someone pretending, parading around. It was he, the Reaper, The End of Everything that came a calling.
There were no Aztec masks, no ancient masks, no cursed masks Only the paint adorning him, only the paint that symbolized that he. Yes he, the one who was previously known as the God of Time Now represented something else, something complete.
The bell was signaled, and the Avatar of Death's lips curled up in disgust as he simply shot his leg out and attempted to take the God of Will to the one place worse than Suplex City, the one place worse than Armbar Avenue...
The Dreaded d**k Kick City!
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2016 2:57 pm
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Call it ring rust, hell, call it a mistake. Hiro had made the same mistake so may had prior when meeting Chrono Clepsydra in the ring...he got too close in the beginning. The bigger man had launched his thick leg and cracked Hiro between his, slamming into his groin. The pain was intense, dropping the Cuban-Jap to the mat and causing the crowd to turn against Chrono very quickly, many booing the fact the fact that the first move used in this wrestling match wasn't even a wrestling move at all. However, Hiro knew it was coming. The bell hadn't rang yet, he could do whatever he wanted. The Embodiment of Will fell to the ground and immediately rolled out of the ring, the ref giving him a chance to as he got in between the God and the Hero, scolding him for having done that before the match began, or for even doing it at all.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2016 9:20 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2016 3:28 pm
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Hiro hit the ground outside with a thud as his hand stayed pressed inside his thighs, nursing his groin that was targeted by Chrono. What a surprise, a man who called himself a god would need to resort to such unwarranted means. It made one question, was Chrono truly a God of Death or Time? Tonight, he seemed a lot more like a trickster god than anything else.
Hiro rolled to the barricade, and used it to support himself as he slowly stood back up, the ref exiting the ring to help him up. Hiro winced while moving, probably in more pain down below than in his neck which was already sore from falling to the outside from the ring apron. The ref was heard asking Hiro if he wanted to continue, but the Cuban-Jap didn't respond. He merely growled and grunted, holding on to the barricade with more of his weight now. Hiro looked into the ring to see Chrono laughing, sitting in the ring. He was mocking Hiro. He had achieved all that he wanted. He wasn't interested in bringing back Hiro to light a fire in him one last time, to put on an outstanding show and send the popular wrestler out on a high note.
No, Chrono had challenged Hiro and baited him into this so he could make a mockery of him. Years of watching Hiro evolve reminded Chorno only of how he told Hiro he wouldn't amount to anything so many times. Now, it was time to prove to Hiro that he never amounted to anything by embarrassing him in front of the people who admired him most, and sending him to a retirement home barely able to walk. That fire, however, grew in Hiro as he remembered his training. At Wrestlemania, he forgave Freakshow and didn't give into the hate in his soul, and tonight, he'd do the same.
After he beat the s**t out of Chrono. Hiro suddenly busted free of the ref and slid right into the ring under the bottom rope, attempting to leap at the cross legged Chrono and drive a few punches into his head, causing the crowd to go wild!
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 2:38 pm
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Contrary to popular belief, Chrono never hated Hiro Contrary to popular belief, all of Hiro's actions were on Hiro. Any self diagnosed hatred that Hiro proclaimed Chrono had for him was just that...
Self diagnosed.
Oh sure, there was a dislike for Hiro in the beginning. But to be fair, Chrono did give Hiro chance after chance after chance after chance.
and each and every time Hiro blew it. Each and every time, Hiro decided that piss that away and to those that listened to Chrono's 'opinions' about Hiro, well they were simply sheep.
Or perhaps they too saw what Hiro was...
But that was then, and slowly but surely Hiro made a name for himself. Perhaps out of pity, perhaps because they hated Chrono more Perhaps something else...
But the God of Death, continued to sit cross legged even going so far as to allow Hiro to pummel him.
Because despite all of the punches, they were becoming weaker and weaker. He was showing his will to fight, his will to go on. But it was a false bravado... Hiro was falling victim to the one thing that everyone falls victim to..
Time and well, the God of Death that was being pummeled by a flurry of fists, he knew a lot of about Time...
and as the twentieth or so punch landed, Chrono shot his right hand up to make it seem like he was going to strike Hiro across the face with an elbow...
However it was a ruse, and a ruse merely used to obscure the referee's vision so Chrono could shoot his left hand up and attempt to thumb Hiro in the eye!
How dastardly!
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2016 11:56 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2016 1:08 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2016 8:11 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2016 8:21 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2016 11:37 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2016 9:03 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2016 11:54 am
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Chrono took a handful of Hiro's hair, ripping a few out before he could truly get a good grasp. The fans were booing Chrono harshly, many fans at ringside doing all they could to try and distract him as to give Hiro a moment of reprieve, but it was all for naught. It didn't matter what Chrono was, or at least, it normally wouldn't. However, being a bringer of death this evening...it not only came off as some sort of fitting end, but also as a test that was provided by an even greater entity than Chrono himself.
Hiro was brought up, coughing a bit as his weak arms and legs tingled with the sensation of attempts on his life. Chrono didn't give Hiro much of a chance to fight back, but now, he perhaps did make a mistake. Chrono backed up slightly and used little strength to get Hiro up into the air. However, before he could plant him neck first into the apron, Hiro tried to jab a thumbnail right into the right eye of his opponent, trying to drop back down to ringside and avoid being possibly paralyzed!
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