* Dan Ryan. The name echos in his head. The days are filled with thoughts of destroying Dan Ryan. Hell, the nights aren't much better.
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Backwards, forwards, loud and soft, the letters speed by Hiroshi's eyes. In the dark, shadows form sillouettes of the body Hiroshi will tear apart.
As he lies in bed, Hiroshi begins to drool at the though of two fleshy arms ripped from Dan Ryan's carcass. Laughter fills the hotel rooms, but quickly stop when other patrons yell through the walls at Hiroshi.
Thank God for the medication. It's helped. At least he can focus instead of being led around by the hand.
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Yes, Dan Douglas. No, not Dan, Troy. It was Troy who attacked Hiroshi. "Why?" Kin thinks to himself. "Ooooo...I poisoned him and Dupree." Yes, it WAS Douglas. No, it was Dan Ryan...
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It's time for help, and Hiroshi knows it. But there's too much unfinished business. Hell, Hiroshi STILL isn't a World Champion. That's going to change. It's ALL going to change. *
* It's been another restless night for Hiroshi. The sleep deprivation is getting to him. Hell, everyone's making fun of him too...GWE, riiight. Hiroshi just ignores them all now. Kin stands, and dresses in sweats for a morning jog. He glances at the contract on the table, signed by Troy Douglas...
A quick "harumph" and Kin's starting his MP3 player, and locking the door behind him. The jogging is the only thing keeping him right. And the medication. Thank God for the medication... *
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