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SHINE BRIGHT LIKE A DIAMOND
SHINE BRIGHT LIKE A DIAMOND

The lights cut out completely as the opening words to Rihanna's Diamonds play throughout the arena with the force of a pack of rabid wolverines. A 500 foot hologram of hispanic comedian Carlos Mencia is seen as the roof of the stadium slowly spreads apart like a wet p***y. The behemoth celebrity looks down at all the peasants all the worker ants that made this empire this dynasty this franchise possible as he announces to presence of the man who would be defending his right as Calipihate of WWFG. Money comes in many forms money make break your heart may leave your veins cold as the devil was nice and shatter your neck in seventeen places but it will always be your friend. Money may divorce you and take your Benz your kids your balls your diamond encrusted swimming pool your gold encrusted swimming pool but it will make your heart strong. Strong like diamonds.


The words of celebrity hologram ring announcer Carlos Mencia reign in the arrival of the King, the Emperor, the Real CEO, The Ayatollah of Payolla and ISIS favorite son. The sound of an Apache Chopper overhead blares the chorus to Rihanna's hit song as the cockpit illuminated by L.E.D lights soon shows itself to be piloted to Mark Laundre II in round sunglasses controlling the military weapon with a PS4 controller. The pale moon illuminates the chopper as it flights straight through the open Mouth of Mencia as on the Gorilla Position of the stage miniature replicas of the World Trade Center buildings are erected evidently made of paper mache they are rolled out by stage hands while the chopper descends on the arena.

SHINE BRIGHT LIKE A DIAMOND
SHINE BRIGHT LIKE A DIAMOND
SHINE BRIGHT LIKE A DIAMOND
SHINE BRIGHT LIKE A DIAMOND
LIKE DIAMONDS IN THE SKY!!

Suddenly rappelling down form the helicopter comes the diamond studded stud the Cancun Tornado, the Don of the Cartel, a man who hadn't been seen in years, El Hijo Del Crusher. Strapped into his harness the man in the glittering skeleton suit zooms towards the world trade center building at rapid speed as the chopper lowers him towards the Gorilla. Crashing through the first tower a collection of hard candies and snack sized chocolate bars come reigning out of the national treasure. Mini Snickers, Butterfingers, Double Bubble, tiny packs of Wax Bottles, Pixie Sticks and Paydays rain down through the hole created as the champion emerges out from the other side of the building only to crash through building number two feet first while clutching a Gold Plated AK-47.

"ALLAHU ACKBAR!!"

Landing at the top of the ramp the Champion fires blanks from the Gold Plated AK-47 into the terrified audience, Del Crusher was truly the devils double and the originator of South of the Boarder Strong Style. Tossing the fake gun to the side the champion unzips his full body tracksuit and steps out revealing bombs strapped to his chest. Holding his fist high into the air with his hand on the big red button he puts his hand over his heart pledging his allegiance to the people of Saudi Arabia, the people of Qatar, the people of Palestine, the people of Libya and the dearly departed Saddam Hussein. Jamming his finger down on the red button a burst of red, white and blue pyrotechnics explode from the stage engulfing the champion in fire as he lets out a gutteral cry. The music stops with a record scratch.

BANG BANG BANG BANG

IT'S CLOSE TO MIDNIGHT
AND SOMETHINGS LURKING IN THE DARK
UNDER THE MOONLIGHT
YOU HEAR A SIGHT THAT NEARLY STOPS YOUR HEART
YOU TRY TO SCREAM, BUT THE TERROR TAKES YOU BEFORE YOU MAKE A SOUND
YOU START TO FREEZE AS HORROR LOOKS YOU RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES
YOU'RE PARALYZED!!

Emerging from the smoke struts the Cocaine Necromancer unfazed and unharmed the skeletal pattern on his skin tight body suit glimmering his face unseen through the cartoonish though unnerving mask dawned by the El Hijo Del Crusher. Following him are a 72 undead virgins cloaked in burqas shuffling and ambling behind their Messiah. Twitching his head. Shuffling his shoulders. Making dinosaur clause. Stomping their feet to the rhythm. The Sheik and his virgins were in perfect synchronicity as he pumps his hips and thrusts his pelvis to the verses of Michael Jacksons Thriller. As the chorus hits some of the women rip off their burqas revealing skin colored thongs and pasties barely covering their pasty undead virginal flesh as the occult leader spins around, throwing both hands into the air before breaking into shivering shaking and breaking into highly choreographed bone shattering dance. The sex appeal was undeniable as the departing helicopter let out a trail of red smoke:

"CAUSE THIS IS THRILLER,
THRILLER NIGHT,
AND NO ONES GUNNA SAVE YOU,
FROM THE BEAST ABOUT TO STRIKE,
YOU KNOW IT'S THRILLER, THRILLER NIGHT,
YOU'RE FIGHTING FOR YOU LIFE INSIDE A KILLER,
THRILLER TONIGHT"

Having returned from the dead El Hijo Del Crusher steps onto the apron and with surprising agility does a springing full front flip over the ropes. The newly renewed rudo pumps and shuffles his shoulders absorbing the resentment, the hatred, the visceral disgust for the defector who stands upon the middle rope motioning to the fans, inviting their garbage into the ring. Hopping backwards into the ring he rolls backwards onto his feet before shuffling into the corner as the smell of sulfur fills the arena leaving all who feared the worst their suspicions confirmed. A specter. A ghost from the past of his challengers, a man both foreign to one and familiar, all too familiar to another. The Crusher had returned.

Soft strumming began to resonate from the speakers adorning Madison Square Garden as a great deal of the near 20,000 people stood to catch a glimpse of one of the most famous Thrash Metal bands in the history of music. The lights about the World's Most Famous Arena had since dimmed to be nearly shut off with multiple spotlights illuminating the awesome stage WWF:G had built for it's set. To the left of the entrance way, enough to the side to not be in the way of anyone coming out, was Metallica with front man James Hetfield doing the strumming on his guitar that the crowd was hearing over the PA. The drumming picked up a bit slowly and was integrated into the sound. Hetfield began to sing.



The titantron lit up as James sang with scenes from an old and decrepit hospital flashing by within seconds of each other. Drops of blood spilled out on to the floor, mixing with the dirt and grime of this seemingly abandoned hospital. It continued to spill out, and as the camera panned back, it was revealed to have been the final letter of a word being spelled out in blood: Hate.



The hard rock of the band was met with open arms as the cheering from the crowd grew louder with many a man, woman, and child headbanging along to the mid-90s classic. The video on the titantron began to display x-rays and MRIs, with broken hands, legs, torn muscles, a fractured skull, dozens of different x-rays of what appeared to be the same nose, broken over and over. An MRI of a brain that showed decay and destruction that even brain cancer couldn't have caused.



A heartbeat monitor on the titantron began to speed up and beeps mixed in with the beat of Metallica playing, the crowd going anxious as to what would appear once the heart monitor has inevitably flat lined. Hetfield muttered "Until it sleeps..." once more and then came the dreaded long beep, the flat line of whomever it was that this monitor was hooked up to. Again, the titantron went to black.



The titantron lit up. So Tear Me Open, But Beware. Scenes of Hiro being destroyed by Freakshow. There's Things Inside Without a Care. Hiro making Cartwright tap with the Lotus Lock. The Dirt Still Stains Me. Hiro covered in his own blood, head to toe, after his first battle with Freakshow. So Wash Me. Hiro washing away the blood from his body, leaving it covered in only scars.

The titantron flickered once more, off and on. I'll Tear Me Open, Make You Gone. Hiro drew closer to the camera, covered in blood with a frame of Freakshow laying in a pool of his own bodily fluid popping in and out. No Longer Will You Hurt Anyone. Hiro drew in closely as that same frame of Freakshow was shown for even longer, flashing to show El Hijo Del Crusher in the same position as Frea. The Hate Still Shapes Me. Hiro's eyes were the only things on the titantron, switching between his normal eyes and the same pair that had been burned into Freakshow's mind, bloodied and vengeful. So Hold Me Until It Sleeps. The titantron shut off.

Pyro began to shoot out from around the stage, with fireworks going off around MSG on the streets of New York, catching a few fans who were outside off guard. A sea of roars that registered on the richter scale shook the arena to its very core as it was finally time. It was time for the return of their hero. It was time for the return of Hiro Shin-Mozas.



Metallica began again to play again, this time, "Turn the Page". With more power than a sonic boom the earth quaked and fans in Canada could hear the reaction. This was it. This was the main event of Wrestlemania, a triple threat match for the WWF:G Legacy Championship...and this was the final man to make his entrance. Lights flashed back on and the titantron lit up as James Hetfield picked back up singing.



On cue with "HERE I AM" out from the back in an overcoat he hadn't worn in over seven years, with black and orange long-legged tights that still had dust on them, came a bearded Cuban-Japanese man. He looked around at the giant mass of humanity that had all culminated, all had came to the busiest city in the USA, one of the busiest in the world, just to see him return and wrestle. There is no true way to express exactly how loud the crowd had gotten. It was loud enough of a reaction that Hiro could almost hear it through his deafened ear, deafened by the hands of Freakshow. The titantron shone words on it on as the band continued and Hiro stood, trying to get as good of a look as could at everyone in the arena. The words read: "Here I am."



Hiro began his decent down the long entrance way, his overcoat flowing in the wind created by the clapping and hollering of the sea of humanity before him. The Cuban-Jap's steps were in stride with the flow of the music, it leaving as much of a lasting impact on him as it did with the crowd, it symbolizing everything he'd ever worked for, how many times he fought and came back, the times everything was against him. The titantron changed to show new dialogue: "I have mastered something." The words didn't last long before giving way to more: "I have taken control of the one thing on this planet that gives life to all, and takes lives the most." Hiro reached the end of the walk way. More words: "There is no longer just hate within me. I am one with everything." Hiro climbed the steel steps and entered the ring, ignoring El Hijo Del Crusher and Bad Boy. A final set of words appeared on the titantron: "I have transcended these feelings. I have transcended life. I have become..."



As Hetfield muttered that last lyric, and the music abruptly stopped for a moment, Hiro reaching center ring and stopping to turn to the hardcam which zoomed in on him slightly. He looked to the titantron and dipped his head back, closing his eyes. The lights that lit the arena were again turned off and only spotlights shone on Hiro in the ring. The fans cheering were the only thing that could be heard, but after a few moments of the words disappearing from the titantron and no continuation of the music, the crowd drew nearly silent. Finally, Hiro shot his head back up and opened his eyes, mouthing the words...



The words "A GOD" flashed upon the titantron and the crowd turned into Mount Saint Helens in 1980. The lights had returned to their normal state, illuminating all as Metallica finished up. Hiro tore away his overcoat and pulled upon his elbow pads, shaking his body free of kinks and showing that he had, for as much as he possibly could over the past few months, healed his wounds from his last encounter with Freakshow when he lost the WWF:G Legacy Championship.



Hetfield and Metallica's music finally concluded and the band made their way backstage but not before a standing ovation from the International crowd. Hiro saluted up to the men from the ring before finally acknowledging the two men he shared the ring with. Bad Boy was a rival of Hiro's dating back to long before he cashed in the Money in the Bank briefcase on Cartwright. The challenger than turned to the champion. The mask that once filled him with rage. The mask that wanted Hiro Shin-Mozas dead. The mask that hid a broken man. Hiro mouthed the words "I will save you." to El Hijo Del Crusher.



Hiro stepped up the turnbuckle and posed for the crowd that responded with the most open of arms in form of chants and cheers. In that moment of being showered in positivity, Hiro took a moment to think back. Think back at the past 13 years, the driving force that lead him to this exact moment. He'd faced racists, monsters, witches, airplanes, demons, dragons, David, Goliath, champions, veterans, retirees...and gods. On this day, after the experiences he'd been through, the amount of work and training he put in, all that he had learned after years of being in this industry, and even more years of being alive...He'd known what he truly was. What he was working towards all this time. His purpose for living. To be the God of Will. To master yin and yang. To empower others to do the same, to healthily control themselves. Tonight, he faced his biggest challenge. To change Freakshow. He wasn't blinded by hate as he was in so many former matches and experiences with this man. No, this time, his mission wasn't just to win the match and become Legacy Champion again: his mission was to save Freakshow. Remove that mask and send him off into the sunset with volition that guided him in the right direction. Hiro stepped down from the turnbuckle and turned to face Freakshow and Bad Boy. He stood before them no longer the same man he was that they had thought they'd gotten ridden of forever. It was no longer a hero, an embodiment of hate, or just some flash in the pan average wrestler.

It was a God.

Bad Boy was out of the ring by the time Hiro was in, in a stand point of a worker he was giving him the spotlight for him massive entrance, and it was an opportunity to take off his fancy coat. Placing the cane on the apron, Bad pulled himself up to the apron as Hiro stepped down from the ropes, shaking his head. Freakshow had spread the lie of this man's death, and now he's here ruining the moment Bad Boy was going to easily have! Stepping through the ropes, Bad watched as Crusher stood in front of the new God of Will, taunting him. The Rumble Winner simply leaned back in the corner, letting the two rivals square it out.

El Hijo Del Crusher is nailed with the chop block which sends him flipping backwards onto his back. "NO MAS!" Flopping around on the ground he hunches his knee up holding it close to his body whilst rocking back and forth trying frantically to scoot himself away from Metallica's favorite f*****t. The pain in his knee burned with the power of lice shampoo when it gets in your eyes after dripping down from your hair but instead of it being in your eyes it was on his knee.

Bad Boy watched Hiro make quick work of Crusher, and shook his head. He shrugged as Hiro tried to explain his problem, his thoughts meaning nothing to him, the only thing that mattered to him was that he was ruining the biggest moment of his career! Pulling himself out the corner, Bad put his hands up, ready to accept the lock up.

The Champion rolls out of the ring with tears in his eyes as he puts his feet on the ground his knee immediately collapses under the immense pressure. "No es bueno..." He falls to the ground immediately waving over the ring side stage hand to indicate that he had incurred a serious injury and was in need of universal healthcare. Because Barack HUSSEIN Obama is the greatest president of all time he knew he could get this healthcare as he slumped against the side of the ring.

The crowd roared as Hiro took over, able to clock Bad Boy in his throat and stun him for the time being. With momentum on his side and an attempt at early control being ceased, Hiro looked to grab hold of Bad Boy by the head and run him across the ring, trying to send him over the top rope so he could land down at ringside with his associate and the doctors. What was the plan here?