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 Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2023 1:49 pm
Rosario heard Jamie's pleas, Dallas finally coming to at around the same time. She was fine, she was going to be ok. Hiro had a mean superkick and she took it better then he ever could. As Rosario looked up at Jamie he noticed Hiro was not in the ring at all. He got to his feet, gripping his leg as the pain was intensifying. There was Hiro, bleeding, on the ground, Karma at his finest. Rosario looked at Jamie first.
"Yea I see him cowboy, check your partner and quit yelling at me!"
Rosario hobbled to the ropes and began to count, his fingers actually matching his count this time. Hiro was going to need to step up if he wanted to play with the big dogs of the past.
"1....
2...."
The count was firm, loud, quick but fair. It didn't seem like any kind of screwball. The goof was gone, This was sport, this was will, this was war!
"..3!"
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2023 2:18 pm
Rosario began the count, and Hiro was all too sprawled out. He laid at ringside again being blinded and choked by blood, it's pretty upsetting to look at -- a legend newly unretired, being destroyed by a man that perhaps was more ready to go than him despite the much longer in-ring layoff. The count of Rosario reached six before Hiro even started to turn on to his stomach, his vision entirely blurred to a point where he could only make out the floor from the bright red stains of his fresh blood. The count then got to seven, Hiro was now grabbing the ring apron, still on the ground but with his hands gripping as if he was trying to climb a ladder. The count got to eight, Hiro slides down the apron after he'd nearly pulled himself to his knees -- his hands were too slippery with blood. The fans were booing as Rosario just did his job, knowing that he hadn't seen any of the travesties Jamie had committed. As the count reached nine, the fire was lit under Hiro's legs -- he pushed himself off the ground and managed to hook the bottom rope with his hands, pulling himself up onto the apron and in between the bottom and middle ropes to his knees in ring. He had just beaten the count of the Airplane, the fans were on their feet absolutely popping off -- the war would wage on.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2023 2:28 pm
"Count faster..." Jamie waved one of his hands as Rosario got to three. There was no way Hiro was going to beat the count, but Jamie was not trying to be in this damn town all night. He had gray hairs to grow, and this match had dragged on far beyond his expectation already. If he had known that Hiro wanted a war, he might have trained better instead of pushing a John Deer across a field and calling it a day.
"Count faster, faster, faster!" At the sixth, it was about this time that Jamie had noticed the body of Hiro beginning to stir. Somehow, someway, he was still kicking, but there was still not a snowball's chance in hell he was making it back in time, not if Jamie had his way.
Falling to his hands and knees, the cowboy stared in disbelief as Hiro managed to scrape and crawl his way into spitting distance. If either of them wanted to, they could breathe heavy and their respective sweat droplets would probably reach the other. Still, Jamie was not ready to accept Hiro's revival.
"I said count faster!" It was futile. Somehow, someway, the stars and planets had aligned and the lights above, beyond the arena, had shined down on Hiro to give him the strength and luck to make it back in time.
Speaking of time, Jamie would not have a moment to blame Rosario for allowing his opponent to get back into this match and Hiro would have even less to catch his breath. Like a man possessed, Jamie seized upon Hiro's crumpled form, jerking him up before spiking him with a nasty snap DDT. He leapt onto Hiro's chest, sitting on it before grabbing a leg and hugging it to his chest for dear life as he awaited another count, the pin.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2023 2:40 pm
The DDT drove Hiro's head into the ground and left behind a face shaped smear of blood on the ground -- the fans falling silent as Jamie climbed over him and hooked his leg. The Ethnic Enigma should, by all accounts, be completely done here. He had been done enough damage to kill a lion, probably lost more blood than he actually had to spare in his body. His hands were cold, his legs too -- he couldn't see that well, he was running out of strength in his now numbing arms. However, as Rosario's hand would attempt to drop a third time, Hiro's leg would slowly drop on the bottom rope, Rosario immediately stopping his count as he noticed. That silence from the fans was broken by enthusiasm and hope via cheers as Hiro still had life in him, after all this was still continuing to fight on. It was damn near impossible to fathom, but it was the truth.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2023 2:52 pm
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Jamie was beside himself now. Was he crazy? Was he finally, truly going crazy? That was clearly a three count. The crowd knew it, the commentary team knew it, the camera crew knew it, the guy who orders the special waters for everyone backstage knew it, Jamie knew it, Hiro knew it and Rosario knew it; so why did he not count the three.
Now Jamie was on the mat, hands clenched into fists as he beat the ground like a drum.
After getting everything out of his system in what was quite the violent fit, Jamie's brain, the violent factory, kicked into gear again. The cogs had lined up and he was now churning up a new way to put this man to rest. As he willed himself to his feet, Jamie reached down to grab a handful of hair so that he could guide Hiro to his as well. For what he was planning, Hiro would not need to be as upright, just up enough to die.
Placing his foe's head in a standing headscissors, Jamie grabbed two handfuls of waist in preparation for the curtain closer, a vicious spike piledriver.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2023 3:08 pm
Hiro was brought up by Jamie without much fighting, the fact that he even could stand with help was impressive enough. He was put into the standing headscissors, Jamie's idea to piledrive Hiro and DEFINITELY end this match, no way it wouldn't happen then. As Jamie began to lift Hiro up...his legs kicked. They kicked some more when Jamie tried again. It was on the third attempt that Hiro planted his feet hard on the mat and began to lift Jamie up his using neck! The camera panned in on the Ethnic Enigma's face, it tightened up and dark red from all the blood it'd spilled tonight. His wide open eyes the only identifiable feature as he began to run across the ring with Jamie up on his shoulders in an Alabama Slam like position. He then thrusted him down and into the turnbuckles, dropping to the mat as he did so!
Hiro then scrambled to his feet, running across the ring at the ropes as he anticipated Jamie would pop out of the corner -- and he attempted to steal the Snake's own move, the WEST TEXAS LARIAT!
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2023 3:12 pm
Jamie could be heard grunting in stress as he tried to get Hiro off of the mat. The dead weight was a real thing, and he was feeling all of it right now. There was a split second where he thought he was definitely going to get him up on the next attempt, but before he knew it, the tables had turned, and he found himself dangling upside down over Hiro's shoulders.
As the scenery rapidly changed, Jamie frantically looked around, for Dallas, for anybody, to make the save. He would find no savior. Again, his back was punished as he collided with the turnbuckles. Barely a cry had a chance to escape his mouth as he staggered out of the corner before he was blindsided with a move, his own move!
Jamie's head snapped forward as the lariat clocked him in the back of the head and he was sent face first into the mat like a sack of wet potatoes.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2023 3:23 pm
Hiro dropped down with the lariat, collapsing to the mat next to Bader as the next big move in this saga had connected. There was only so many descriptive things you could say about this crowd tonight, as this match had been going on for over half an hour now, there was plenty of tired fans pushing through those feelings by the excitement of this match. Their roar from Hiro connecting with the lariat wouldn't only be overcome by this match potentially coming to an end as Hiro would drag himself a little closer to Jamie and use his shoulders and head to turn him over onto his back. Then, Hiro would drape an arm over the Snake, trying to end this match...again.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2023 3:26 pm
Despite getting blasted with the proverbial boomstick, Jamie's eyes were wide open and full of stars as he was slowly rolled onto his back. As he looked up at the lights, several thoughts went through his head. How did they get here? How did it all go so wrong? Would anything ever be the same again?
All of these were pushed out of the way as the wrestler, the core part of his identity, his being, forced its way to the forefront of his mind. The first count came, followed by the second, and just when the hand was coming down for the three...The referee's fingertips grazed the mat as Jamie kicked out. This old dog was not ready to be put out to pasture just yet. Still, he had the energy to kick out, but did he have the energy to continue?
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2023 3:59 pm
Both men laid out on the mat, unfortunately still stuck in a loop of fighting forever. This was no video game though, this was real, and there was really no way to stress at this point how little they were really running on. Hiro rolled off of the Snake and pressed his upper body up with his knuckles, moving his knees to get him on all fours next to his opponent. He would get up slowly and step over towards the ropes, using them to shake his head free of the cobwebs and try to focus his sight on the malting reptile on the ground. He walked towards him with great effort and grabbed one his arms, bringing it up and begging to stomp hard on Jamie's head. Finally he let it go -- having made his point he felt. There would be no second pinfall attempt however, as Hiro turned and walked towards the corner, climbing it as if it were fifty feet off the ground. The fans were weary, their reaction a testament to that. Hiro perched himself up on the top tope as Jamie Bader stirred...he was aiming to cave in his skull with a diving double axehandle. This would probably put the match away, finally...right?
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2023 4:49 pm
This time it was Hiro's turn to pull a disappearing act on Jamie. Truth be told, it was not due to a lack of cunning on his opponent's part, Jamie was just out of it. Unlike Hiro, it was not the lack of blood that was doing him in, it was the lack of oxygen. Jamie was exhausted. Ring rust was real, more so in his conditioning than his ring game.
Slowly he made his way back to his feet, and the fact that he did it without the assist of the ropes or his enemy was a testament to his determination. Using his arms to help balance himself, Jamie first looked out toward the empty ring, unable to spot Hiro unaware, that is when he turned his head over his shoulder and spun on his heel to face the turnbuckle.
That is when he saw him, dropping from the sky like a bomber coming in for a run.
Boom.
If Hiro was a metaphorical bomber, then Jamie was a very literal anti-air cannon. When he descended from the top rope, Jamie dropped a shoulder and threw his right arm up like an overhand punch, but this was no punch. No, this was a spike, and it caught Hiro dead in the adam's apple.
The crowd barely had time to follow what was happening. One moment, Hiro is in control, about to deliver a Macho Man style ending, the next he is folded over on the ground, and if that was not enough, Jamie was already in motion for another act to this sick play they were stuck in. Hiro was picked up and put in the headscissors again. To rub salt in the wound, Jamie made sure to smoke an invisible cigar and put it out on his back before putting him into the canvas like a tent stake.
This was the one true ending, and like all matches, it had to be ended with a pin. Flipping Hiro off of his legs post-driver, Jamie slithered onto his body and hooked the leg.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2023 5:14 pm
Hiro took flight, a theme of this match was his attempt to utilize something he didn't often do in his earlier career -- going high rent. It was an unfortunate circumstance moments later when Hiro's throat was decimated by the Southern Spike, finally landing in a way Jamie wanted. He immediately dropped to the ground with his hands on his throat, trying to scream out but with not a sound escaping. He was then lifted back up into a bent over position, finding himself in between Jamie's legs. Once again, this would be over, if not for a big mistake Jamie had committed -- being more disrespectful with the action of putting out his fake cigar on Hiro's back. The Ethnic Enigma was lifted up by the smaller man, and slammed down head first on the mat, eating that piledriver like the eighth course in a nine course meal.
Hiro was flipped over Jamie's legs and fell to the ground with a thud, the Snake taking his spot on top of the downed hero and hooking his leg. Rosario was sickened by the way Hiro had been planted, and slowly dropped down to count the fall. His hand slapped once....an-WAIT A MINUTE, WAIT, WHAT?
Hiro powered out of the pinfall attempt at one, an eruption of sound following. He pushed right back up to his feet, Jamie doing the same as the adrenaline rush triggered by shock was taking it's control. Hiro aimed a huge knife edge chop at Jamie's chest, connecting -- it was so incredibly loud, nearly deafening the sound it made. Hiro would prepare himself right there as he flexed his entire upper body, his chest red from the hits and the blood, his eyes wide open again to prove he was alive, his mouth agape as he finally was able to scream after that shot to his throat: <******** HIT ME!!!!"
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2023 5:22 pm
HOW?
Jamie's eye widened to a level that was previously thought physically impossible when Hiro powered out, let alone at one!?!?
Staring was all he could do, stare deep into the heart, the soul, the core of Hiro as he rose to his feet. Perhaps against his will, Jamie rose with him, their eyes locked, their auras locked. Slowly his wide-eyed stare morphed into some kind of demonic glare as he leaned forward and pressed his forehead into Hiro's. Skull on skull, bruised flesh mushing into dried blood painted on skin.
With a primal yell of his own, Jamie pulled away, reared back and cracked Hiro across the face with an open palm slap.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2023 5:37 pm
Hiro and Jamie were for sure forever intertwined now after this encounter. They already had a rocky history, the times they'd met in the ring prior Jamie had gotten the best of Hiro each time...but tonight, it was shaping up to be the final encounter, one they could never top again. There were blood, guts, fluids, everything covering both men and staining the ground...a mad man's painting celebrating the crimes he'd committed. Jamie reared back a huge slap across Hiro's face, but it was no sold and instead he took another chop right across his chest. The response? Another slap. Chop. Slap. Chop. Slap. Finally, when it was Hiro's turn, it became a brawl -- both men traded punches to one another's heads in center ring. The fans were building themselves back into it again, the brawl being akin to pouring gasoline on a dying flame. Hiro would eventually catch one of Jamie's punches and wrap him up with his own arm -- turning him out and pulling him back in with a RIPCORD CODEBREAKER!
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2023 6:37 pm
Left and right, back and forth, like ships trading cannon-fire in the night, Hiro and Jamie were slugging it out. With each connection a splatter of blood or a sprinkle of sweat would dot the mat behind the respective competitors. Still, they would not be deterred, not now, not after everything that had happened.
After taking his fair share of hits, Jamie wound up a big one, a knockout shot for sure if it connected. Unfortunately for him, like a sniper out of breath, his aim was just a little off the mark. He swung wide and found his arm trapped around his body. Before he could swear at his predicament, he was crushed by a pair of knees in his face sending him back to the Earth in a motionless puddle.
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