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Hiro cringed and bent over as the hit was harder than his own -- Avari's knife-edge chop destroyed at least half a dozen capillaries in a single hit. The fans were loving this sort of strong style being on display again -- quite literally a meeting of the British and Japanese variations. Hiro would quickly send out a second chop aimed square where he hit his last one: fighting through the pain in an attempt to leave his own handprint across the chest of the Man of the Hour.

The Ethnic Enigma felt real good connecting with another chop, it was cathartic in a way, a great way to distract from his own pain. However, the next shot in the devious game of patty cake from Avari proved to be too much for Hiro. The sickening slap sound startled even the fans at home who turned away from their televisions gripping at their chests. It was despicable just how horrible Hiro's chest now looked...the same coloring and consistency of ground heel prior to being cooked. Hiro dropped to a knee as both of his hands covered his chest and his head looked straight down at the mat. The fans were worried that something truly horrible may have just happened to Hiro given such a reaction...but there was little to be afraid of, as Hiro suddenly pushed himself to his feet and aimed one final thunderous chop to his opponents chest! If it connected he would try to forced Avari to bend over and give up his arms, looking to hook them and hit him with a snapping butterfly suplex!

Hiro lay out on the mat beside Avari, his butterfly suplex sending both crashing to the ground -- Hiro finally getting much needed time to scream out a bit as he cradled his own chest in pain. He wouldn't just lay there for more than a scream or two though, as he pulled himself over to Avari's body and threw an arm over his torso, trying to pin him in that moment -- the hope being that he jarred him so hard perhaps this was all it would take. That was a pretty silly thought naturally...but a pro always goes for the pin!

Perhaps it was the very weak hook of the leg that resulted in nothing more than a one count, or maybe it was the fact that it would take much more to defeat Avari Fusion. Hiro would roll off Avari's body and use his arm to begin propping himself up, but a kick from the downed Fusion landed flush against the side of this head and dropped him down flat once more next to the young man. Both remained on the ground, but my goodness did the tables once again turn to change the momentum. It was a literal seesaw of physicality with no signs of stopping it seemed.

It was rather sudden and much like it's name sake, the Anaconda Vice struck quick and Hiro was locked in. Avari timed everything perfectly, it was a testament to his skill level just how easily he slapped in this submission. Hiro started to tear away at Avari's grip with his free hand, his body thrashing around on the mat as he could feel himself being practically smothered by his opponent's glowing red pectoral. Hiro's hand would claw away before finally he made the switch to a different method -- he started to openhand slap the chest of Avari with his free hand as hard as possible, trying to sting the opponent into letting go -- the move in just a few moments had already done a lot of damage!

Hiro felt Avari's grip loosen slightly as his loud open-handed chop did the do...but it wasn't enough to cause him to let go. However, the ref would analyze Avari's chest closely, trying to check to see if he'd started to bleed from the hits. Lucky for the young Fusion, his chest was red from blood underneath, but not on the outside -- so this match would not be over just yet. Hiro continued to thrash his body to-and-fro, doing all that he could to rock his way out of Avari's Anaconda Vice. Finally, he started to move a little bit, slightly dragging Avari from his original spot on the mat when the move was locked in. The Ethnic Enigma would attempt to pull Avari's head back from the face and lift him up awkwardly over his own downed body to where Avari had the hold locked in but was also being pinned!

Hiro managed to get the hold released, but it wasn't like he was going to just get up and start fighting again -- he was quickly mounted Avari who began dropping all sorts of heavy elbows and forearms to his head. Hiro put up an arm, specifically using his hand to cover up his face if nothing else to prevent direct shots that could bust him open. It was after a few that the ref began to chastise Avari for his violence, but it didn't make a difference -- he was doing nothing illegal. However, Hiro would suddenly shoot his arm up and around Avari to force him down to the mat instead, giving the Ethnic Enigma a chance to get on top of his opponent and aim his own series of hits to the head and face!

Hiro was yanked down into the headlock momentarily, but ripped his head free of Avari's grip and drove a quick punch down into his chest to create distance as Hiro rolled away from the young Fusion, his rolling bringing him to the ropes which he used to scramble up to his feet. Suddenly the gas was pressed on again, Hiro moving quickly but a little sloppily as his brains sloshed around in his skull from all the hits. He began to measure Avari, waiting for him to get up, looking to run at him with an attempted lariat to his collarbone!