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In what had to be a 100% sincere and completely honest moment of genuine heart change the former champion humbled by the younger competitor accepts the hand, barely able to stand on his own two feet after being hit with Jack Swaggers finishing maneuver. When he had made it to his feet, everybody totally bought that through the competitive spirit The Shah's sickness had been overcome and he had totally just turned babyface or something. Everybody totally believed that Freakshow had reformed his ways and now stood face to face gripping the hand of a foreigner in a show of global solidarity. Everybody thought it was really cool the way that after a 25 year career of not showing respect to anyone, not even himself, the Muslim had turned a new leaf and was now really not such a bad guy after all.



As he raised the hand of Hiro Shin Mozas in victory we all could tell that the Shah had genuinely grown as a person and that we had reached the climax of a coming of age story where the bad guy realizes he was wrong all along and changes personality so that he has less of an ego. This is exactly what Freakshow was doing and there was no question whatsoever of any ulterior motive, period, end of story. With blood still streaming down his face he holds his rivals hand up in the air triumphantly as confetti rains down from the sky. It was truly a Hallmark moment--that is--until Freak grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him close to kiss him on the lips with his hepatitis spit infected blood soaked mouth. The WWFG Title would not be the only thing Hiro Shin-Mozas got from the Shah, he would make sure of this.

Freakshow is bashed in the back of his head effectively having the moment ruined before he could do it himself! Flopping face first onto the ground he rolls over to the side of the ring totally taken off guard by the vindictive Bad Boy!

Bad Boy stood near the center of the ring, the wooden cane still in hand, though it was a bit bent after bashing it into Freakshow. Though the blood had subsided a bit, his face was still shaded a dark red, making this stare down even scarier. These three men were in quite the battle, though it seemed like they were still apart of a war.

For Hiro, he indeed had won the Championship by pinning Freakshow. Not only was Bad Boy not apart of the decision, but he was taken out by a man that wasn't even apart of the match! Clutching the cane, with Hiro clutching at the belt, both men remained at a stare down. The fans still wanting more from these two, and were waiting to see which man would make the first move!

Hiro leaned back on the ropes as Bad Boy stared a hole through him, the crowd knowing that this was far from over. Hiro looked around at the thousands in attendance, to Bad Boy, and finally down to his Legacy Championship Gulping, Hiro took a few steps forward to get right in the face of Bad Boy and lift the Legacy Championship high above both men's heads, as a sign that only one of the two actually proved they were a winner here tonight. Hiro's look was one of "I dare you to try something", but his eyes told a different story. The way he looked into Bad Boy's was as if he was trying to get into his mind. Apply the powers that made him the God of Will to begin with. Fans sat in curiosity, waiting to see where this would go!

Somehow managing to pull himself to a standing position moments after being struck in the head with a baseball bat the champion finds himself tangled in the ropes. Taking a few moments to clumsily try unhooking himself from his own trappings he ambles bowlegged from the ropes with lighter and flash paper in hand. Like a zombie he shuffles towards the preoccupied Hiro ready to torch him with a fireball!

FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH

As The Champion see's the foot accelerating rapidly towards his face he lifts his occupied hands to block the blow. This was a mistake. The Superkick crashes into the lighter and flash paper wielding hands of Freakshow just as the first spark is made. The result is a literal backfire of hellish proportions. In an instant the face of the Shah is consumed with his own inferno as the God of Will's quick counter sends the Ayatollah's weapon exploding into his own face. Exhaling a ghoulish shriek the ex champion flies backwards from out of the smoke his hair singed and his skin burnt.



The CEO is sent to the outside of the ring the smell of burn blood accessible to anyone in the near vicinity as the man skitters around like a snake with his head cut off a hand over the eye in question as paramedics swarm the veteran with wet towels. Moaning and hollering the man shoves the help away feeling as though it had melted from his socket he takes a few more steps before collapsing face first onto the ground from heat stricken exhaustion, twitching and convulsing on the floor whilst screaming every conceivable curse word in the book. Again the EMT's swarm the decrepit old man obscuring his body and leaving the focus on the two men occupying the ring.