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Bad Boy was grabbed in the back of the head, worrying about the $500 haircut being ruined. Soon he was taken for the ride, sent flying over the ropes, suddenly Shaquille standing in the way of the landing! Bad Boy crashes on top of him, rolling off to try to collect himself.

Shin Mozas lands with a splash in the center of the bodies. Sending out a domino effect that started with Bad Boy and The Shah that rippled out to all the doctors, all the stagehands attempting to help the seemingly injured champion. Thrown from the mass of carnage the luchador hits the ground skittering slightly as he spins on the floor kicking his feet sending himself spinning in a circle like a top.

Hiro quickly rolled to the side of the seven or so people he landed on, getting up to his feet with a spring in his step. The God of Will climbed up the announce table in front of JR and King and threw up his arms, calling for the fans to get loud! He didn't have to ask though, that's for sure. They were still losing their collective mind after what they'd just witnessed. Hiro looked around at the group down below him and a thought quickly crossed his mind. In a call back to the brutal way he'd been attacked months prior as he lost the WWF:G Legacy Championship, Hiro patted his elbow twice before taking a few steps back on the table. Throwing caution to the wind and yelling bang, the Cuban-Jap leaped from the table and attempted with his hands made to look like guns, and he attempted to drive a Cactus Elbow into the heart of El Hijo Del Crusher!

Bad Boy rolled away from Hijo, just as he gets drilled by Hiro with the elbow! He needed time to breathe, and the beauty of a triple threat is the capability of being out of the spotlight! Bad began pulling himself up using the ring skirt, but noted that Hiro was up, and dropped to his back. Time to save some energy!

The night before the PPV The Shah had spent the night in a Saudi bathouse drinking milk with his accountant who had insisted upon purchasing a round of jumbo shrimp. The meal had not yet settled in the stomach of the Muslim-Jew as the feet of Hiro Shin-Mozas came smashing down onto the back of the Diamond King sending all of the air rushing out of his lungs like the water out of a slide at the park as a large mexican in a white shirt comes careening through the tubes splashing into the audience who scattered before circling around the mess of bodies. The Champion curled up into a ball wretching and moaning, opening his mouth to yell but finding no air to back his pain in suffering he merely starred against the floor in brain bending agony. He felt his cheek cold against the side of the ground feeling dried sticky beer on his face as his heart began to pound. The ultimate hot b***h had exploded.

As Hiro's feet landed on the Masked Marauder's back, his left ankle rolled and he fell off to the side, slamming down on to a chair that a fan had escaped and snapping it, destroying the only souvenir that this poor guy in the front row had to take home to remember this night. A big piece of the broken chair sliced Hiro's arm open slightly, not going deep but cutting enough for a long red streak to appear on his arm and drip blood onto the ground. A big hole in the crowd opened up leading towards the open hard cam area, but it didn't look like the freshly-cut God of Will and deflated Shaquille were going anywhere at the current moment, with both men laying out on the ground on the wrong side of the barricade.

Around the time the Shah started to pull himself up onto the barricade, The God of Will started to stand as well. Needing the barricade entirely due to his ailing left ankle, he stood up and gave the arena and new cameramen a good look at his bleeding arm, the disgusting gash caused by the chair on full display for all to see. Hiro pushed himself up onto the barricade managing to maintain his balance on one leg to again celebrate what he'd just done to Freakshow, fans that were both directly behind him and around Madison Square Garden cheering once more, "Lets Go Hi-ro", as well as some rogue "ECW! ECW! ECW!" chants taking center stage. The contender turned to look down at El Hijo Del Crusher, and that gleam in his eye returned for a fourth time. He was going to finish this right here and now, and free Freakshow from his own demons. He was going to attempt to leap and deliver a stern leg drop to the head of the champ!

Hiro, who'd been standing mostly on his right leg as to keep pressure off of his left, was suddenly rocked below the belt as Bad Boy delivered a low blow to him! The fans let out an "OOOOOOHHHH" and started to boo Bad Boy. The ICE-man forced Hiro to turn while keeping him on the barricade, and grabbed a hold of him, managing flip him off the barricade and back first onto the hard ringside padding with a Military Press! The God of Will twitched around on the ground and let out several yells, holding onto his back which was arguably the least healed of his body at the moment. The blood on his arm smeared on the ground, sticking to the padding grossly. It was warm, and it caused Hiro to slip away for a second, reminded of something that took center stage in his mind.

A few days after being thrown out of the building at the Royal Rumble, Hiro (still in his El Grande Loco mask) found himself on his fifth day in the hospital healing from his wounds that he had been dealt to by Fiscal Responsibility. He was laying in his bed, an IV linked to him. He was set to have surgery the next morning on his torn rotator cuff, not really too enthused with that idea. The only thing that the former WWF:G Legacy Champion had on his mind was revenge. He went and took the title back from Freakshow, only to have it yanked from him by Staff Member Russo. It was literally a swerve. Hiro was back on the Road to Wrestlemania, and then sent careening off the road by the mac-semi from New York. A nurse came in not soon after Hiro had started thinking about everything again, so clearly he wasn't in any particular mood to deal with others telling him how to deal with his pain. The nurse was bringing him some morphine. "Hey, look." Hiro began. "I dont want anymore of that stuff. I don't need it. I'm more than capable of dealing with the pain from this ordeal. It's part of my job, lady." The nurse shook her head and took hold of Hiro's IV, unhooking it from the bag and inserting a syringe into it, injecting the morphine. Hiro became lightheaded, his blood red eyes snapping shut for a second as the room spun. "I'm...Phew....I'm telling you lady, this stuff makes me feel sick, like I'm going to...ugh...vomit." The nurse raised her eyebrow, responding, "I can give you something for that. Hold on, I'll be right back." She stepped out and left the Cuban-Jap for a moment, still feeling nauseous from the injection. She returned a short few minutes later, brandishing another syringe the was marked Compazine. She injected into Hiro's IV and then placed the bag back on. "That should help the sick feeling. If you need us, just press that button. Feel better." The nurse walked out again. Hiro's entire body began to burn. His head, arms, balls, everything was on fire from the injection of the drug. He winced in pain as thoughts entered his head of Freakshow. Minutes passed by. He grew angry. He grew uneasy. The burn was still there. Hiro started to sweat, his heartbeat picking up, the monitor showing it. It beeped rapidly, but not enough to garner nurse's attention. Hiro began to let out some moans, pain overtaking him more than it ever had before. He was feeling discomfort. He was losing it. His heart rate increased. He sat up. He leaned over to kick his feet out. He laid back down. This continued for minutes, minutes that felt like hours and days. He was letting out audible moans now, nearly starting to scream. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. The heart monitor continued. Nurse's still didn't come. "NURSE!" Hiro yelled, but nothing. No one came to help him. After thirty straight minutes of the uneasy paranoia and pain he was feeling, the Cuban-Jap leaped from his bed and ripped out his IV, blood gushing everywhere. He immediately became light headed, but ran from his room. His entire body was burning, and he could hear a commotion from the hallway. His heart monitor flat lined because he had come unhooked from it. They were racing down the long hallway and this distraught, whiny wrestler ran from his room and pushed through them all, knocking nurses and a doctor down to the ground. Security was being sent up through elevator. Fearing for his life, Hiro found a staircase and entered the stairwell like a mad man, bursting down the stairs within seconds. He finally reached the ground floor, the parking garage. He ran out through the door screaming, the attention of people parking their cars now completely on the insane half naked muscular Cuban-Jap who was running for freedom. Hiro reached the back of the parking garage and jumped over the little barricade, landing on grass and took off running for the woods, some security guards finally realizing where he was. Hiro disappeared into those woods, and the security could do nothing but go back inside and call the police. Lucky for him, this was a small town hospital in the country that never had him on record, and he had gave them the name "El Grande Loco", and insisted on never removing his mask. It would turn out to be great for Hiro in the long run, but not so great for the hospital.

Anyway, back to present day, Hiro was reminded of the burn compazine left in him with the burn his wound felt as dirt at ringside got in it. The God of Will remained on the ground favoring his back, open to attack from Bad Boy.