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Hiro was sprawled out on the mat for what was probably the twentieth time in this match. He laid there momentarily on the mat before quickly popping up to his feet with a turn over to his hands and knees. He screamed out as much as he could with his arms off to the sides, the fans giving him such a positive reaction in response, my goodness. What an absolute babyface. It was time, this was over, it's over, no more, we're done. Hiro turned to Jamie's downed body and grabbed hold of his legs, pulling his slightly motionless body away from the ropes. He would fold one leg over the other, looking to once again step over and slap in the Japanese Cloverleaf. This was going to be it. This would be THE END. If Jamie wouldn't stay down for the three, Hiro was going to tear every muscle and tendon in his leg so he couldn't stand again.

Hiro had it all in his corner here, the power of his own will had driven him within one move from winning this match up. He was assuming turning Jamie over on his stomach would be an easy movement, but as this match had dictated time after time, that just wasn't gonna happen. The Ethnic Enigma suddenly saw Jamie's hand shoot out and begin to claw away at his face. Unfortunately Hiro had to drop Jamie's legs as his nose was being twisted, a few seconds away from becoming a Pablo Picasso piece permanently. He ripped his own face away from Jamie and stumbled away covering it with his hand, fresh blood beginning to pour out of his nostrils again. Hiro was gonna need a blood transfusion when this was over, without a doubt.

Hiro shook his head a bit, getting more and more snot and blood on the mat. He couldn't believe he was LITERALLY dealt a hand like this. Jamie's hand, to be exact. He turned on a dime it seemed, perfectly in line for a massive spear from the smaller man. The Ethnic Enigma was a guppy in the jaws of starving shark as Jamie Bader took off running across the mat, the ring shaking with each stomp until he leaped into Hiro's midsection looking to spear him...but boy oh boy, was there shock to be had in this very moment.

Hiro had perfectly caught Jamie Bader in his arms at the side of his body out of midair. The crowd, Dallas Cruz, Rosario, Hiro Shin-Mozas, and ESPECIALLY Jamie himself were all stunned as Hiro deadlifted Jamie out of midair and held him at his side. He would then lift the snake up and slam him back down into the ground with a THUNDEROUS Gutwrench Powerbomb! The ring again shook with all of the weight of this war crashing down at once. Hiro fell off to the side as...well, he'd again reached his limit. He couldn't move...but neither could Jamie.

As the belt was slid into the ring, Hiro was just starting to move his arm over to drape Jamie for the victory. This had been a disgusting match so far, but one of the grossest visuals was Hiro skin peeling off the mat as he went for the pin, his fluid once more mixing with Jamie's on his body. The fans began to count along...One...Two...THREE!!!! That was it, the match was over, this WAR was over, and Hiro had cut the head off the snake and assured the world two more wouldn't grow back in it's place.

The only problem was that Rosario hadn't been counting along with the crowd. No, instead, the ref was incredibly disappointed to see the belt had been thrown into the ring mysteriously. He was collecting it and going to remove it from the situation, thus preventing him from actually counting any sort of pinfall. It was a huge blow to the confidence and hope Hiro had spent the last few moments building up.

Hiro had begun to push himself to his feet for hopefully the last time in this match, as the next time he went down it would be for a damn pinfall. He made his way over to Rosario who was hobbling to the ropes to get the title out of there, ripping it from the hands of the referee. Dallas would get on the apron at this point, and the two would converge -- a set of three ropes separating the two. "No matter how bad you and your damn brother want this belt, I BEAT HIM FOR IT FAIRLY, SO TAKE THIS BACK TO THAT VAMPIRE b*****d!" Hiro would admonish his former friend and hock a blood and mucus ball of saliva on the ground, a nice gift for the vampire musician while he raised the BBW TV Championship above his head -- this of course led to a "B B DUB" chant from the tired fans. Dallas, in her anger from being disrespected and disgusted, would reach up and grab the belt from Hiro's hand, pulling it down as the two engaged in an ill-fated game of tug of war. Rosario tried to warn Hiro if he didn't drop the belt and stop, this war would end in a disqualification win for the Snake -- and it seemed like he was serious.

Hiro knew deep down that he'd let go of the belt and let Dallas fly off the apron, but he'd never tell. Though, doing so definitely caused him to fall into Rosario's bad graces -- he was clearly angry Hiro had again hurt Dallas, but if anything Hiro was just doing what he asked of him. The guest ref would preoccupy himself with leaning over the ropes and communicating with Dallas, trying to make sure she was alright. This served as the perfect distraction for Jamie Bader, who had entered the ring again with a fantastic design -- one that clearly belonged to that same vampire Hiro had just been referencing, Marshall Lee. The Ethnic Enigma would turn his attention back to where he assumed Jamie was laying with a bit of a limp, and was STUNNED to see suddenly Jamie was steps away with a guitar high above his head! There was no time to think or react in an appropriate way, all Hiro could do was shoot his leg up and try to catch the snake with a superkick to the chin as his only line of defense! As he went for it, he would lose his footing and drop to a knee, regardless of if it connected or not. This was the moment. This was IT.

Hiro was convinced he had just dodged an actual bullet, knowing full well that the guitar was made up of sharp strings, and of course wood that would splinter and probably tear his head up. Though, most importantly, he knew had it connected Jamie would have had him beat, there was no getting up from that. Hiro had pushed himself up from his knee...but that's when the death blow came. Hiro had hardly been given a second to get off his knee when suddenly his head was crushed by the guitar, it exploding in a puff of wood chips and torn guitar strings. The fans were knocked silent themselves -- it was unbelievable that Jamie had actually managed to not just eat that superkick, but follow through on his plan.

As the guitar connected, Dallas would let out a blood curdling scream, commanding Rosario's attention -- he didn't hear or notice a thing aside from the woman on the ground below him. Hiro fell backwards, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as blood gushed from a wound on his head that was newly formed...with a sizeable splinter of wood sticking out from it. Marshall Lee indeed get the last laugh tonight, he had gotten his long standing revenge on Hiro Shin-Mozas for taking his BBW TV Championship away...and perhaps sent him to the grave by Jamie Bader's proxy. The only thing Hiro could hope as he lost consciousness in the ring, fearing for his life, was that Seita Gray would not be waiting for him on the other side.

Screaming. Cracking. Thudding. Various sounds going around, as his attention was on the wounded. He knew what was happening but his eyes weren't on the activity so he couldn't make the actual objective call. He was played. He was played like a fiddle, but that's how it was as a referee. He could do his best. Hell he didn't want this job. Apparently it was all a ruse by Jamie and Dallas, as was the destruction that happened out of his sight.

He looked up, seeing shattered bits of wood. Seeing blood and bodies intersecting. Seeing the crowd in the distance pulling their hair out. Stop it! Disqualify them! Do something!

Rosario couldn't do anything, all he saw was a pinfall. And that was the fact of it all, if he liked it or not. He lived on his emotions, and it was time to be objective. Rosario dropped, watching the shoulders of Hiro.

"1..."

His hand slapped the canvas. Jamie has the man secure. It wasn't the most technical pin, but his weight was solidly on Hiro and Hiro was shoulder flat. Dazed, bruised, and beat.

"2...."

His hand slapped the canvas again. The crowd began to hush. The tension was paper thing. A baby's smooth skin could of failed and cut the tension as it was pulled in the air. How ever you felt about the situation what had just occurred was an epic. Was the will of two men being tested. Was a showcase of the love of the sport. It wasn't goof. It wasn't silly entertainment. It was what he was searching for since he came back. He saw it for a second at a time on the indies, hell it was what drew him to Dean Johnson. It was what drew him to Portia. The fight. The sweat equity of the men who were in front of him. Hell the sweat equity for the woman who conned him for looking away.

His hand approached the mat.

"...."