Blackjack vs Hiro Shin-Mozas (I Quit Match) [No Contest]

[The Number Three]

Three seemed stunned. After the consecutive hits to his head, he was fairly pliable as Hiro guided him towards one of the catering tables. Three was stunned, but not so much that he didn't see what was coming. Hiro may have been finding something dormant within himself; but Three had just clawed his way back from Hell, Hiro would need something more than a bit of dormant atrophied aggression.

Three caught himself on the table before Hiro could slam him into the cheap styrofoam plated and single ply napkins. He snarled and fling an elbow back towards Hiro’s solar plexus. He wanted to wind the Ethnic Enigma, making him easier to toss onto the aluminum trays of lukewarm pasta salad, and coleslaw.  

[HiroShinMozas]

Hiro's shoulder began to ache further and further as he worked Three towards the tables. The welts from the kendo stick shot were finally becoming visible, and in the back of the Ethnic Enigma's head he acknowledge this would soon be an aggressive problem to deal with. Regardless though, he was very prepared to slam Three head first into the table and paint the whole damn thing black -- but there was no such thing as a free lunch. An elbow caught Hiro in the sternum between his ribs and caused him to let go of the demon. The Cuban stumbled back a bit, but was kept standing by Three who would punish him immediately by grabbing him by his already damaged arm and flinging him into the table right over some of hellmann's greatest hits. The Ethnic Enigma slid across the table back frist and slammed down on the ground on his hurting shoulder, covered in the smelly, warm side-dishes.  

[The Number Three]

Three laughed at the sight of Hiro sprawled on the floor bathed in a concoction of foods whose most defining flavor was mayonnaise. He stalked around the table, watching Hiro as he moved closer. He bent low over Hiro's face, “Now isn't the time to snack Hiro. We are supposed to be putting on a show!”

Three grabbed Hiro’s aching left arm and pulled him off of the ground, yanking hard as if he didn't mind dislocating Hiro's shoulder in the process. Climbing onto the table, one bare foot standing in a jello mold full of fruit. He shuddered and grinned. “Feels like stepping on eyeballs.”

Again Three tugged on Hiro’s arm, hoisting him up onto the table and then up onto Three’s shoulder. He looked towards the camera and grinned, “For those of you who've forgotten, for those of you who've never seen it, and especially for those of you who want to see Hiro in pain. I give you…

the Greatest Slam on Earth!”

Three heaved Hiro up into a military press. Then taking a step back off the table, Three brought Hiro down crashing into the table shoulders first!  

[HiroShinMozas]

Hiro was disgusted, covered in all this lukewarm crap. His body certainly ached from crashing onto the ground, but when Three grabbed him by his bad arm the pain grew significantly worse. The burning sensation from the heat radiating off of Three's body stung the burns across his arm and made the scar throb in disgusting pain. It was with little to no effort that Three managed to yank Hiro up onto his shoulder from the ground, and there he was atop the table alongside the demon. Hiro grunted and tried to struggle, but it was no use as the burning was immobilizing him. His eyes opened wide and his teeth gritted as Three made it clear what he was going to do: the Greatest Slam on Earth. Suddenly Hiro was driven downward into the table and it exploded beneath the two, Hiro's head bouncing off the concrete as he landed and was motionless, aside from an excellerated stretch of breathing that saw his chest go up and down in a frantic rhythm.  

[The Number Three]

Three howled and danced, swinging over Hiro’s crumpled form. He turned and walked up to the cameraman that had followed them into the green room. Looking directly into the camera lense he spoke to the audience. “What did you think?” He Asked of the audience. “Did you like that one? Do you think it was enough to make him want to quit?”

Three looked back at Hiro and shrugged. “I don't think so. I hope not. I'm not ready to stop yet.” He looked into the camera and shrugged. “It's probably better if you ask him. Let me help you get close enough.” Three grabbed the camera and yanked it with little struggle from the cameraman. Pointing the lense at Hiro's chunky sauce-covered body, he threw the heavy camera at Hiro's face.  

[HiroShinMozas]

Hiro remained on the ground as Three thrust into his diatribe and began to work the camera like some sort of ******** up gameshow host. This demonic Pat Sajak would speak to the audience about what Hiro would do next, if he would actually quit or not. They should have known full well though that Hiro...wasn't doing anything. He was out cold in the moment, maybe not fully, but enough out of it to avoid giving an answer in the moment. Thankfully for Three, who was hoping this match would go on, that would be the case. The demon was surely going to get some reaction though -- as he ripped away the camera from the camerman and tossed it right over at Hiro's head, clocking him hard and giving the fans...darkness in return. The camera slammed into Hiro so hard that it destroyed the lens entirely and there was no longer a feed for anyone to watch until a new cameraman showed up.

Hiro, upon having the camera clock him, woke him back up again. The Ethnic Enigma let out a handful of moans in pain, and unfortunately for him, blood was now gushing from his nose. He couldn't tell if it was broken in the moment, but he knew it hurt horribly. Rolling onto his side and into more food, Hiro's glance tried to look for Three and saw nothing. The problem was, he was behind him.  

[The Number Three]

Three danced with glee at the sight of crimson running from Hiro’s nose. He walked over to the cameraman, who was lamenting the damaged equipment next to Hiro. Grabbing him by the collar Three lifted the man up and shoved him bodily towards the door. “You're gonna need to fetch us another camera. Stop whining about that one and do your job!”

Three grabbed a plate at another table and began loading it up with snacks and deli meats. Three grabbed a folding chair and sat down near Hiro as he scanned the room, munching on slices of meat and raw veggies. “Might as well take a moment to catch your breath Hiro. No sense in going on until they get to watch it happen.” He snapped a baby carrot in half, loudly crunching in it. Then he held his hand out, a floppy piece of meat in his grip.

“Try the ham, it's delicious.”  

[HiroShinMozas]

Hiro could hear Three berate the camera man, and it clicked quickly that he was behind him. The Ethnic Enigma laid out flat on his back slowly as he tried to deal with the pulsating pain behind his shoulder blade. As he got onto his back, the blood started to choke him a bit -- but he couldn't break his gaze from the demon now above him in a chair, holding out a piece of meat. Hiro coughed a bit, the blood flowing down into his mouth, and in doing so he spit out a mix of saliva and blood at the ham. <******** you." was all Hiro could let out as he attempted to grab hold of Three's outstretched arm by the wrist and yank him down to the ground as well, hoping to cause another messy scuffle on the floor.  

[The Number Three]

“Tsk tsk tsk,” Three scolded Hiro even as he let the downed man grab his wrist, “you shouldn't waste food, there are starving children… well… all over really.” Hiro pulled on Three, but without leverage and against the demon's indomitable strength, it had no effect whatsoever. Three shrugged and popped the blood and spittle covered ham in his mouth and chewed merrily. He was being obnoxious about it, leaving his mouth open. His serrated teeth clamping together, shredded and pulverized the deli slice.

“Now, I know you're feeling lots of big feelings Hiro. So let's take a moment to process them. You're probably feeling a bit raw and ragged. It's my impression that you've been stressed over the fact that Blackjack very clearly wanted to kill you.

I'm worried that the stress is hindering your performance tonight.” Three tossed the plate of food in the ground and stepped on it. Then stepped forward until he was standing over Hiro. “Well I'm not a therapist. So I can't help guide you. All I know is how to up the stakes.” He held his empty hands out directly over Hiro. “So how about this? If you don't get your s**t together and fight me like a man who wants to win this.” He waggled his fingers, flipped his hands over and produced a bottle of vodka.

“When I'm done with you I'm going to take a visit to Kanagawa.” His grin was sinister as he spoke.

Just then the door blew open as a new cameraman showed up, followed by members of security. Three held the bottle up for the camera to see. It was Three’s own brand of capsaicin infused vodka. He peeled the wrapper off the cap and twisted it free. Throwing the bottle back he took in a mouth full of the spicy vodka, and then spit it in a mist, all over Hiro’s face.  

[HiroShinMozas]

Hiro coughed up more saliva and blood as the tried his hardest to pull Three down, but it wasn't working. If anything, it would have helped Hiro pull himself up...but that wasn't his desire. He was so desperately wanting to bring the fight to the ground, but it just wasn't going to happen. He let go of Three and fell back down fully, moving himself to one side and planning to get back up as the demon talked s**t. It was when he threw the food down that Hiro glanced up at him again...and watched as he pulled out the bottle of vodka from thin air. "Ugh..." Hiro grunted, knowing exactly the kind of receipt he was about to get. The words that followed, however -- they were enough to drive him into an internal frenzy.

The Number Three was threatening to visit Kanagawa Prefecture, which was a place dear to Hiro for reasons not yet known. He was not from there, fans knew that. There was something though, something important -- and Three was seemingly setting his eyes on it. The cameraman busted in, Three lifted the bottle to show it off. He opened the bottle, and he took a swig. Hiro screamed as he got onto his feet in a blaze, his hands in a position where he'd try to choke Three to death. The vodka then flew from his mouth and splashed into the Cuban's face, sending him into a fit screaming as he slammed into a wall with screeches of pain. He clawed away at his own face, the burning as bad as any actual fire could have been. Security, not knowing what to do, screamed for medical and produced bottles of water trying to pour them into Hiro's face but to no avail.  

[The Number Three]

The first swing of vodka let him spit tasty pepper spray into Hiro’s face. To Three’s delight, Hiro had even tried to mount a comeback at just the right moment. He laughed at the sight of Hiro floundering as he clawed at the burning in his face, but when the guards tried to intervene his laughter died. “Oh no you don't. There will be no interference. If he wants a respite he can quit.”

Three wasn't going to count on his words cowing the panicked security as they called for medics, so he threw back another swig of Demon's Spit. This time however, he held his free hand up to his mouth as he exhaled the vodka. The most exploded into a fireball and threatened to consume Hiro and the security guards.  

[HiroShinMozas]

Hiro's screaming began to turn back into visceral grunts as the water did very little to help him prior to the security being forced back. The sudden rush of heat from the fireball pushed Hiro away further, he let out another yell as he barely avoided getting burned and found himself staggering blindly down a hallway. The Ethnic Enigma had every possible worry running through his mind: Was he going blind? Kanagawa, the threats of going there next, they still lingered right at the front of his mind. His fear of death was being trumped by the pain and the worry, but as he felt the heat disappate from his back, the temporarily blinded Hiro was stopped near what was obviously a set of doors and turned himself back towards where he came -- seeing a slight black blob through the tears and swelling of his eyes...coming right at him.  

[The Number Three]

The security scrambled, they knew better than to interfere when they weren't wanted. Three watched Hiro stagger away, somehow avoiding the flames that others were now trying to put out. Like an apex predator, Three stalked Hiro out of the green room and down the hallway as he blindly stumbled to escape the demon. The fight was becoming more and more thrilling as the violence escalated.

When Hiro stopped next to a stairwell doorway Three crouched low. His muscles tightened as he coiled himself like a spring. When Hiro turned around, Three exploded forward. He dashed at Hiro and then dove to spear him into and through the door.  

[HiroShinMozas]

It was pain in an instant. Three collided with Hiro, and sent him right into the door, busting it open. It snapped the middle bar between the doors out of place, Hiro's body acting as the ram for it and bringing him further pain. The two men, interlaced with one another, tumbled down six or seven small steps and landed right down on the ground...in the boiler room. The heat was immediately oppressive, a smell of sulfer in the air. It seemed as thought the boiler room at Lincoln Financial Field could use some upgrades, but that was unimportant -- what was important as the fact that Hiro's vision still was blurred and his back had now joined his nose. There was blood pouring from a cut perfectly down his spine, and the rattling from connecting with each step left him grounded. Three wasn't much better, but certainly in better shape at this point...and perhaps more in his element than Hiro could have ever been ready for.  

[The Number Three]

Three and Hiro tumbled down a flight of stairs, and while Hiro was the one slammed through the door and sent rolling down the stairs first, Three was brought along with him. Over and around the rolled, bodies entangled in a violent avalanche down the stairs until both of them came to a sprawling rest in the boiler room. Steam hissed from rusty pipes and metal rattled under immense pressure.

Three groaned, if this has been any other type of match victory would have been all but assured. In this setting however, the end was entirely up to Hiro. He pushed himself up, a sheen of sweat gave his already onyx flesh a polished shine. Three staggered to the side stretching the pain out of his body as he breathed deeply of the sulfur laiden air.

It smelled like home.

He heard the patter of the cameraman moving slowly down the stairs, having followed them through their tumble. “The show must go on.” Three recited to himself almost like a mantra.

“I know you're still awake Hiro. Get off your a**, it's time for the next act to begin. You've found yourself face to face with the dragon in its lair. Do you have what it takes to be the hero?”