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

[HiroShinMozas]

It all just couldn't have gone any worse. His body hurt horribly, he was losing blood from several spots, and now Hiro found himself in a makeshift hell. Three began to goad him on, telling Hiro he was in the dragon's lair now. He was questioning the Ethnic Enigma's ability to truly be the hero he thought he was. Hiro, much to his own surprise, began to push himself up to his hands and knees. It seemed as though, just from the challenge by Three, Hiro felt a need to rise to it. Deep within him, those same dorment feelings he'd been battling for months were finally bursting at the seems.

Three knew Hiro could get up, he knew he would -- but in Hiro's mind, he saw such red that he just felt Three was only mocking him and was expecting him to stay down. The anger swelled up, it bubbled up in a way that made the blood flow from his back and nose a little quicker. Hiro got up to his feet shortly after, stumbling into the wall to keep him held up, inches from a burning hot pipe with the same sort of steam running it through that was pumping through the veins of the once Most-Hateful Man in Wrestling. He locked eyes with Three, and threw up double middle fingers. It was a call to action. Come and get me.  

[The Number Three]

Three was more than willing to accept Hiro's challenging taunt. He surged forward reaching out for Hiro, grappling him into a classic collar and elbow tie up. However, instead of transitioning into another hold; Three tried to use his grip to force Hiro back, wanting to shove him into the scalding hot steam pipe.  

[HiroShinMozas]

Hiro knew exactly what was coming when Three put his hands on him. They locked up, he was pulled away, but then came the push back...and Hiro was ready. He slammed his foot down hard attempting to crush Three's foot beneath his boot and reverse the momentum, attempting to break free of the lockup and fall backward and down quickly, wanting to send Three face first into the burning pipe! The Ethnic Enigma was no longer just trying to escape alive -- the longer things drew on, the worse the situation got and the more desperate he would become. If he had to hurt Three just short of killing the man...he'd do it.  

[The Number Three]

Hiro’s smooth footwork won out in this contest resulting in Three being flung forward over Hiro directly into the flesh boiling hot pipe. He slammed face first, but his momentum threw his entire body into the pipe eliciting a sizzling his as Three roared in agony. Steam hissed from his bare flesh for the brief moment he remained in contact. He tore himself away and for a moment the camera seemed to capture the sight of small chunks of black tissue stuck to the metal.  

[HiroShinMozas]

"So much for your ******** domain, Three." Hiro growled out as he got to his feet once more and attempt to drill the demon with a stiff knee to the midsection. Hiro would try to follow it up with a few shots to the back with his forearm to get the two men moving deeper into the boiler room, the heat intensifying with each step. It was as if this was the perfect place for their fight to take them: Three was so used to hellfire and brimstone as his everyday...and Hiro was trying so hard to distance himself from the past he once had, where he relished being in a position such as Three to call hell home. The fans in the arena were beginning to worry, a loud chant of "PLEASE BE CAREFUL" ringing out while they watched these two teeter on the precipice of molten destruction within the boiler room.  

[The Number Three]

Three chuckled at Hiro's taunt, even as the knee caught him in the gut. He moved readily, deeper into the industrial hellscape, egged on by Hiro's clubbing shots to his back. They turned a corner into the bowels of the arena, where concrete gave way to true steel grate catwalks. It was a good move for their ratings, as the danger seemed to intensify the further they went. But without the steady application of damage, Three's preternatural recovery would bring him back at just the wrong time.

That time was now, Three, currently bent over and being drug through the boiler room, threw an elbow up towards Hiro’s gut. He stood up and gloated.

“Demons suffer every bit as much as mortal souls in Hell. The difference, Hiro, is that Demons enjoy it!” Three reached up to grab a pipe above him, and despite the sizzling sound coming from his hand, he yanked it free. Steam blasted out above them, as Three aimed the pipe for Hiro's chest gritting his teeth as it burned his palm.  

[HiroShinMozas]

Hiro and Three made it to one of the hottest areas of the room, the cameramen using fancy lenses and equipment to continue filming from a safer distance. The hits were connecting with Three during the entire trek, but finally he would respond with an elbow that pushed Hiro back a bit and caused him to have to stop his offensive. The demon stood before him. He said his piece, he let Hiro know that there truly were two sorts of folks that were down in the devil's territory -- surely many different souls shoved into each circle but with demons having the most fun. Hiro was stunned as Three reached up and powerfully ripped apart a pipe from the ceiling, aiming it right at Hiro as the powerful steam scalded his chest! The Ethnic Enigma screamed and stepped right to the side in a frenzy as the steam burned away at the flesh on his bad arm, stinging burn scars horribly. Hiro's vision went white and he let out yet another loud, blood-curdling scream as he aimed into the nether an tried to superkick Three out of instinct and fear, the pain sending his brain into a scrambled fight or flight response.  

[The Number Three]

From Three’s perspective; Hiro had taken a blast of steam to the face. The offending cloud obscured his vision so the only thing he saw of Hiro in the coming moments after the attack was Hiro's boot as it emerged through the steam to connect with Three’s face. The kick rocked him backwards and took Three entirely off his feet.

Three hit the steel of the catwalk hard and lay there holding onto his face. The blow had busted his nose and black icor oozed from the mushed snout. The kick has the added effect of dislodging Three sense of self, leaving him stunned and open for further attack.  

[HiroShinMozas]

Hiro's boot connected with Three's face, initially shocking Hiro that he actually hit the move. His vision began to return to a rather fuzzy view as the pain across his chest stung -- welts were forming where the steam hit and for once, Hiro found himself praying he'd never feel the power of a chop again. The Ethnic Enigma's muscles were all protruding as far as they would go, his body looking like that of a burn victim's. He was slowly turning into some sort of deformed freak, but his mind remained in tact...if barely. Three lay out on the ground and Hiro attempted to stomp down on each knee of the demon several times, ignoring the other clear damage done simply because he could barely make it out. He tried to drill him over and over again with the stomp, presumably setting him up for a potential Japanese Cloverleaf.  

[The Number Three]

The steam continued to spill out of the broken pipe. The already humid boiler room was beginning to grow more stifling. The smell of sulfur becoming more pungent. Hiro’s stomps landed hard on Three’s unprotected knees. He groaned and kicked his legs in a futile attempt to avoid the continued stomps, but his brains were still pudding and every movement was sluggish, like moving through water. Stomp after stomp landed, sending Three's pain alarms into overdrive.  

[HiroShinMozas]

"You came all this way...to switch places with me, send me to hell..." Hiro drove a final stomp right into Three's knee and staggered his way to the wall nearby, needing to use it to stand -- the sweat coming down his body, the burning sensations throughout, the heat was becoming too much to deal with. "You went through all of it...just for me to send you back to hell anyway." Hiro gave a weak kick to the back of Three to turn him onto his stomach, and then reached down. It looked as though, right here in this oppressive heat surrounded by old boilers and too much steam...Hiro was going to attempt to twist up Three's legs and lock him in the Japanese Cloverleaf. He was going to make him quit, right here, right now...or snap his legs off in the process.  

[The Number Three]

Three was aware of Hiro’s intentions. He was unable to do anything about it however and was twisted up into Hiro’s Japanese Cloverleaf. His legs were locked in Hiro’s grip and the burning pain in his knees made any kind of struggling pointless. He roared and flailed grabbing for anything to give him some kind of leverage.  

[HiroShinMozas]

Hiro torqued in the cloverleaf as tightly as he could, the skin across his chest pulling and bleeding as he flexed his muscles attempting to solidify the hold. His right arm was so beyond damaged from the heat that it was nearly impossible to feel anything but a numbness from it at this point, but that would not stop the Ethnic Enigma from keeping this hold in tightly. "Just give up, god dammit, GIVE UP, LET THIS END!" Hiro leaned back as far as his bent legs could support him, trying to bend Three's body in half as he did so. The sweat was working against his grip, but nevertheless, he did all he could to keep the demon twisted and unable to move as he was pushed further into the burning grates.  

[The Number Three]

Three grunted as Hiro leaned in, applying as much pressure as he could on the hold. He grunted, and then he chuckled. Three gripped the grate beneath him and pushed himself up. He grunted, and he chuckled, and he spat out. “Three… doesn't… tap!”

Using his grip in the grate, and his experience as a contortionist, Three started pulling himself out from under Hiro’s stance. Rather that pulling himself forward, Three was pushing himself back until he gave himself enough space to return to his back.

His legs were still locked in, but that just meant Hiro’s face was in range of Three’s fists and unable to block the flurry of punches that were coming for him.  

[HiroShinMozas]

Hiro's grip was slipping as Three began his chuckle-fit. He started to slip his own body back through Hiro's legs, shocking the Ethnic Enigma big style. Finally, Three slipped his body enough to be back first on the ground before Hiro. Before he could step around to turn him once more, Three began driving shot after shot into Hiro's face, knocking blood from his nose once more as a fresh coat of crimson covered the old, chipped away blood of minutes prior. Hiro finally let go of Three and stumbled backward, again to the wall which he used to keep himself upright. The Ethnic Enigma, his vision still blurred and his ability to breathe now at a match-low, spotted a doorway nearby and began to trudge his way to it, hoping it would lead to a hallway, or even better...outside.