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Wow. The Shah was sure in a lot of pain but it was nothing compared to getting injected with COMPAZINE, an anti-psychotic drug that was injected on NORMAL people so that they could act NORMAL and not like spastic Asperger patient who just had there Legos taken away for five minutes. It made sense that a manchild would become fully dysfunctional at the mere drop of a completely harmless drug.

Freakshow had never done Compazine but he did have his wisdom teeth removed when he was a teenager. He remembered the doctor putting the laughing gas on him and putting on some soothing new age music. As the doctor brought the syringe to the young boy's arm he asked not what was in it, nor why this was being done because he was a completely rational human being who did not react to needles with the fortitude of a wet puppy. Upon receiving the shot he went to sleep. Like a normal person. Then he woke up and it hurt, but not too much, because even at 14 he understood how medicine worked. He wasn't a dyslexic straight edge, he was a good Jewish boy who could handle his drugs, like a normal person. Afterwards his mom took him to get ice cream to reward him for his good behavior. He could have gotten strawberry, or chocolate, or he could he run out of the ice cream shop into the woods like a ******** diva but he didn't. He sat there and he ate his ice cream like a good boy. Afterwards he went home and slept with an ice pack on his jaw and he dreamed of eternal glory. He dreamed of championship gold. He dreamed of unlimited wealth. And he dreamed of a man of orange skin underneath the heel of his boot. When he woke up he understood that it would always be this way.

Drooling slightly as thoughts of peach cobbler ice cream flood his head the Shah manages to get his feet underneath him as from the other side of the barricade he hands Bad Boy a steel chair as a sign of a temporary truce.

Bad Boy had thrown Hiro into the ring, and turned to Crusher to see where he was at. He saw his fellow Fiscal Responsibility member handing over a chair, to which Bad Boy accepted. Not thinking twice of the situation, but to the crowd it seemed like the two had settled their differences. Bad Boy mentioning earlier that they could work together, and it looked like trouble for the God of Will! Bad slid into the ring with the chair in front of him.

Bad sees Hiro on his stomach, his back exposed, along with the open wound on his elbow. Bad placed the head of the chair on the mat, before giving a mighty lift up high, and swing down looking to slam it into the back of Hiro Shin Mozes!

The chair was driven into the spine of Hiro with amazing velocity. Fans cringed and booed as the injured back of the Cuban-Jap was cracked, Hiro squirming around and screaming in pain as his limbs buckled and his eyes winced. The ref immediately ran over to look at him and ask if he was okay, unable to keep Bad Boy from doing anything else should he want to follow up his attack.

The power of Bad Boy was on full display now, the ICE-man taking advantage of his injured opponent. Hiro shooed away the ref as Bad Boy set up the chair subsequently came back for the injured Cuban Jap. Grabbing him from the mat and up into a backbreaker position, Bad Boy walked the two hundred and thirty-nine pounder to the chair and slammed him down into it back first, breaking the chair! Hiro scrunched up his eyes and again let out yelps of pain, like a dog just hit by a car. The God of Will lay on top of the broken seat, not moving but clearly conscious and hurting.

The crowd let out an "OOHHHH!" after Hiro's back broke the seat of the chair, before booing Bad Boy for this heinous act! Bad Boy simply sat up, and looked down at his foe's damn near broken body, enjoying his work. He would turn his head to look at the crowd, soaking in the hatred. As he looked around, he saw Hijo Del Crusher pull himself to the apron, lodging a chair in the corner, seems as though they had the same thing in mind!

Slowly pushing himself to his feet, he would wave off the referee as he checked on Hiro, getting room so that he could peel his body off the seat of the chair. Pushing him back to the opposite corner, Bad Boy would then look to have a mighty pull and try to Irish Whip Hiro Shin Mozes HARD into the corner with the chair wedged in!

The Crusher bounces and down on the ropes excitedly clapping like a retarded baby dolphin. Shimmying into the ring before leaning over with his hands on his knees to catch his breath for a hot minute Mexico's Hottest Export lets out a thin line of saliva before sucking it back in and straightening out, clutching his heart momentarily. Leaning over the s**c strains to bring his arms around Hiro's shoulders to pull him out from the corner leaving him with a bulky steel necklace, groaning in exhaustion as he manages to prop the Mexican up against his body. Keeping the weapon wrapped around the mans throat like a guillotine he ambles awkwardly to the middle of the ring pushing him forward trying to trip the opponent clumsily chair legs first into the ground right in front of Bad Boy.

Hiro was pulled from the corner by El Hijo Del Crusher and was hardly able to stand on his own, held up with the help of the dastardly Legacy Champion. The God of Will was shoved by the Marauder, tripping and landing throat first into the chair, the scared crowd gasping as he fell to the side and his body thrashed, the challenger gasping for air at the feet of Bad Boy. The ref shoved his way past Bad Boy and pulled Hiro's head from the chair,checking his neck and attempting to help him breathe. The ref was red in the face, yelling at the masked man to stay away while he checked to make sure Hiro's windpipe wasnt crushed.