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* The Emergency Entrance doors at Pittsburgh Memorial Hospital in Pittsburgh, PA. A doctor rushes out to an unloading ambulance, and escorts the EMTs within the building. Waiting in a wheelchair nearby the entrance is The Muffin Man, "Japanese Thunder," the self-proclaimed Lord of OnSlaught, The GXW Television Champipon Kin Hiroshi. A large brace is wrapped around Kin's neck, and "Wildfire" Johnny Rage is signing paperwork. Kin raises his hand to his neck, and in an attempt to remove the collar, is quickly reprimanded by the on duty nurse. Kin slouches into the seat. "Wildfire" finishes the paperwork, and begins pushing Kin out the Emergency Entrance. *
KIN HIROSHI: This is a one time deal, "Wildfire". Don't expect to be back on the payroll.
* "Wildfire" doesn't say a word, but the smirk on his face lets those walking by that he is glad to be helping Kin. Slowly, the duo make it out to Rage's car. Kin cautiously stands, making sure not to move his neck anymore than is necessary. A GXW camera crew swarms Hiroshi just as he is being helped into the passenger seat. A camerman bumps "Wildfire", who in turn bumps Kin, and sends "Japanese Thunder" crashing into the steering column. Hiroshi lets out a yelp of agony. The crew backs off as the Television Champion is helped into his seat by an eager "Wildfire". *
CAMERAMAN: Sorry, Kin...
KIN HIROSHI: Damn it, from now on, it's Mr. Hiroshi, okay?
CAMERMAN: Sure thing, Habooki.
KIN HIROSHI: Ha ha, laugh it up f**k face, you'll be hearing from my lawyer. As I see it, there are three people here. Therefore, what you said is public knowledge. This whole Habooki thing is disrupting the fans from truely accepting Kin Hir-o-shi, as a credible wrestler. They take me as a self-righteous millionaire, bored with his everyday life, so he becomes a wrestler, but a comical one at that! "Habooki" is ruining my reputation as a GXW wrestler, and by calling me that, it's slander. Now, anything else?
* The cameraman's mouth drops, and he shuffles sideways to get a different shot of Kin, while staying out of harms way. *
CAMERAMAN: Well, ummm...Mr. Hiroshi...
KIN HIROSHI: I bet you want to know my reaction to what that brat Hellfighter did to me? Ya? Well, Mr. Banana Hands Sr. decides to slap an illegal choke hold on me. That little tantrum gave me a wicked sore neck, and here I am, at the hospital. The neck brace isn't needed, I assure you out there in Hiroshi-land, but the doctors just want to be sure.
* "Wildfire" helps Kin swing his legs into the car, while The Muffin Man holds the front of the brace. *
KIN HIROSHI: This isn't keeping me out at all. I'm the Television Champion, I WILL defend my title. I am a wrestler, and I will NOT let this title go vacant on my climb to the GXW Unified World Title. There may be some skeptics watching this, remembering X-Perience last week where I was targeted by Kendall Codine, Justin Tyler, and Rob Sampson due to my size. Of course, Codine is going to have a nice headache for a few weeks thanks to that brick I brought along. However, thanks to Mr. Banana Hands Jr. Rob Sampson, I still have a wicked sore spot on the back of my head due to that same brick. Now, Hellfighter seems to have this new attitude, thinking he's all big and bad. Well, one thing is for sure, he should have used my idea for his new attitude! That Conan the Barbarian outfit would have been money. On top of that, he would have me to thank for it, and that agresion he showed towards me at OnSlaught could have been used WITH me later on down the road. But no, the banana handed barbarian decides to hurt me. Do I need to remind you what happend to the last person that hurt me? His name is Chad Dupree, and he used to own part of this company. He thought he could get away with shoving me to the bottom of the pile, and now, where is he? That's right, bottom of the frickin' pile.
* Kin turns towards the other camera. *
KIN HIROSHI: And where am I, GXW? Climbing the pathetic roster one rung after another. Hell, I'm ready for the Unified Title! I'm ready for the Continental Title! Take a look at the GXW Television Title history sometime. Zero, Lehew, Sampson, Roberts, Reaver, and Hiroshi. Now, let me remind you of the current status of titles in GXW. Zero is in the running for a Unified world title shot. Lehew, Sampson, AND Roberts are all fighting for a slice of the Continental strap. While Reaver seems to be striving, giving his all, to try and beat me for the Television Title. What about Hiroshi? I have Gold, fellas. There's more in my future, how about yours? Yes? No? Well, one man who has a rather big mouth, an even bigger ego, and not a slight chance at gold seems to be rather fun of making comments about me in his promos. Johnny Styles, I saw what Christian Sands did to you at X-Perience...
* Kin appears to lowers his eyes for a moment of silence in honor of Styles, but almost immediately flashes his grin. *
KIN HIROSHI: ...and it was pure GENIOUS! Hell, Styles, when it comes to women, you haven't got a clue! The entire GXW roster could cover you in clue cologne, put you out in the middle of a clue field with a clue call during prime clue season, and you still couldn't get a clue! There's not much more to say about you than what Sands had to say, and you annoy the living hell out of me too! Same goes for the rest of the guys in back who think they should been seen, heard, or thought of with Kin Hiroshi's name. Take that, chew on it, and puke it back up for another look, because I AM the only man with a shred of wrestling ability in the back, besides possibly Cameron Cruise, and I will beat you. Whether you be on your back for the count, tapping your ass off when you're in the Jiro-Kin Sleeper, KO'd from a Hiroshi-Ma bomb from the top, or...
* Kin rubs the neck brace. *
KIN HIROSHI: ...eliminating yourself from the match, I will beat you. GXW or CSWA, it doens't matter. My singles record in CSWA is unblemished, and I can't wait to wrestle the man who beats me, because he's going to have to be God himself. As for my involvement in CSWA, it remains the same, a steady paycheck that requires me to sweat, and not sign papers all day. Sure, the calibre of wrestlers in GXW can't compare to CSWA, but what the hell? I like a good challenge...
* Tired of Kin's lengthy words, "Wildfire" slams the door in his face, and circles to the other side. The engine fires up, and the pair head back to Kin's hotel room. *
FADE TO GOLD
KIN HIROSHI: This is a one time deal, "Wildfire". Don't expect to be back on the payroll.
* "Wildfire" doesn't say a word, but the smirk on his face lets those walking by that he is glad to be helping Kin. Slowly, the duo make it out to Rage's car. Kin cautiously stands, making sure not to move his neck anymore than is necessary. A GXW camera crew swarms Hiroshi just as he is being helped into the passenger seat. A camerman bumps "Wildfire", who in turn bumps Kin, and sends "Japanese Thunder" crashing into the steering column. Hiroshi lets out a yelp of agony. The crew backs off as the Television Champion is helped into his seat by an eager "Wildfire". *
CAMERAMAN: Sorry, Kin...
KIN HIROSHI: Damn it, from now on, it's Mr. Hiroshi, okay?
CAMERMAN: Sure thing, Habooki.
KIN HIROSHI: Ha ha, laugh it up f**k face, you'll be hearing from my lawyer. As I see it, there are three people here. Therefore, what you said is public knowledge. This whole Habooki thing is disrupting the fans from truely accepting Kin Hir-o-shi, as a credible wrestler. They take me as a self-righteous millionaire, bored with his everyday life, so he becomes a wrestler, but a comical one at that! "Habooki" is ruining my reputation as a GXW wrestler, and by calling me that, it's slander. Now, anything else?
* The cameraman's mouth drops, and he shuffles sideways to get a different shot of Kin, while staying out of harms way. *
CAMERAMAN: Well, ummm...Mr. Hiroshi...
KIN HIROSHI: I bet you want to know my reaction to what that brat Hellfighter did to me? Ya? Well, Mr. Banana Hands Sr. decides to slap an illegal choke hold on me. That little tantrum gave me a wicked sore neck, and here I am, at the hospital. The neck brace isn't needed, I assure you out there in Hiroshi-land, but the doctors just want to be sure.
* "Wildfire" helps Kin swing his legs into the car, while The Muffin Man holds the front of the brace. *
KIN HIROSHI: This isn't keeping me out at all. I'm the Television Champion, I WILL defend my title. I am a wrestler, and I will NOT let this title go vacant on my climb to the GXW Unified World Title. There may be some skeptics watching this, remembering X-Perience last week where I was targeted by Kendall Codine, Justin Tyler, and Rob Sampson due to my size. Of course, Codine is going to have a nice headache for a few weeks thanks to that brick I brought along. However, thanks to Mr. Banana Hands Jr. Rob Sampson, I still have a wicked sore spot on the back of my head due to that same brick. Now, Hellfighter seems to have this new attitude, thinking he's all big and bad. Well, one thing is for sure, he should have used my idea for his new attitude! That Conan the Barbarian outfit would have been money. On top of that, he would have me to thank for it, and that agresion he showed towards me at OnSlaught could have been used WITH me later on down the road. But no, the banana handed barbarian decides to hurt me. Do I need to remind you what happend to the last person that hurt me? His name is Chad Dupree, and he used to own part of this company. He thought he could get away with shoving me to the bottom of the pile, and now, where is he? That's right, bottom of the frickin' pile.
* Kin turns towards the other camera. *
KIN HIROSHI: And where am I, GXW? Climbing the pathetic roster one rung after another. Hell, I'm ready for the Unified Title! I'm ready for the Continental Title! Take a look at the GXW Television Title history sometime. Zero, Lehew, Sampson, Roberts, Reaver, and Hiroshi. Now, let me remind you of the current status of titles in GXW. Zero is in the running for a Unified world title shot. Lehew, Sampson, AND Roberts are all fighting for a slice of the Continental strap. While Reaver seems to be striving, giving his all, to try and beat me for the Television Title. What about Hiroshi? I have Gold, fellas. There's more in my future, how about yours? Yes? No? Well, one man who has a rather big mouth, an even bigger ego, and not a slight chance at gold seems to be rather fun of making comments about me in his promos. Johnny Styles, I saw what Christian Sands did to you at X-Perience...
* Kin appears to lowers his eyes for a moment of silence in honor of Styles, but almost immediately flashes his grin. *
KIN HIROSHI: ...and it was pure GENIOUS! Hell, Styles, when it comes to women, you haven't got a clue! The entire GXW roster could cover you in clue cologne, put you out in the middle of a clue field with a clue call during prime clue season, and you still couldn't get a clue! There's not much more to say about you than what Sands had to say, and you annoy the living hell out of me too! Same goes for the rest of the guys in back who think they should been seen, heard, or thought of with Kin Hiroshi's name. Take that, chew on it, and puke it back up for another look, because I AM the only man with a shred of wrestling ability in the back, besides possibly Cameron Cruise, and I will beat you. Whether you be on your back for the count, tapping your ass off when you're in the Jiro-Kin Sleeper, KO'd from a Hiroshi-Ma bomb from the top, or...
* Kin rubs the neck brace. *
KIN HIROSHI: ...eliminating yourself from the match, I will beat you. GXW or CSWA, it doens't matter. My singles record in CSWA is unblemished, and I can't wait to wrestle the man who beats me, because he's going to have to be God himself. As for my involvement in CSWA, it remains the same, a steady paycheck that requires me to sweat, and not sign papers all day. Sure, the calibre of wrestlers in GXW can't compare to CSWA, but what the hell? I like a good challenge...
* Tired of Kin's lengthy words, "Wildfire" slams the door in his face, and circles to the other side. The engine fires up, and the pair head back to Kin's hotel room. *
FADE TO GOLD