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The New Snake had some old tricks, as he couldn't avoid the instinct of a professional wrestler. His slap clapped against Hiro's chest, the F:G-faithful letting out a loud "Oooooh" along with an audible gasp from some. The sound was so loud, it was as if the ring itself was mic'd up with something expensive and powerful. However, Hiro merely turned his head and gritted his teeth, refusing to budge as the stinging pain took over...some of the air in his lungs being literally slapped out. The Ethnic Enigma let out a loud scream in the face of his opponent and relished in the atmosphere, demanding to be hit again with more force. "Do it AGAIN you soft b***h."

CRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAACK.

There would be a rewriting of history after tonight. Science would be called into question, people would be losing their jobs -- space would no longer be the scariest thing in existence as Jamie Bader just proved that it was he who killed the dinosaurs. Hiro's chest lit up bright red as small droplets of blood exploded from his capillaries and through began to pool under his pecs, the chop forcing him to take several steps back and scream out in pain, his hands covering himself up in the moment as he fought so hard not to rub the pain away. He had never been chopped harder in his entire career, and he believed that Jamie would have killed him if he'd tried just a little harder -- which posed an incredibly frightening question: was Jamie at all holding back? Because if so, he was more dangerous than Hiro could have ever realized.

The Ethnic Enigma grit his teeth and stomped his way forward quickly, going nose to nose with Jamie as he began to growl -- bloodshot eyes with welled up tears matching the visceral rhythm of the carnal sounds as they bulged out and back in over and over. Hiro would then, to the shock of the world, slap Jamie across the face and tell him to hit him one more time, he told Jamie in a psychotic state, "KILL ME, KILL ME YOU ********! DO WHAT YOU CAME TO DO AND KILL ME!" The raucous crowd came completely unglued as they couldn't believe Hiro had this in him anymore, starting a chant in favor of Jamie clocking their Hiro -- not so that he'd actually die, but so that they could see the aftermath if Jamie failed.

The third hit would connected with Hiro's chest and send the MacIntosh resident into a whirlwind of pain, confusion, anger, you name the negative emotion and it was there. The will to go on was simply a joke after that hit, Jamie could probably exit the arena and kill a Gorilla with his bare hands after that. Hiro would instantly lean forward and cover his chest again, his eyes rolling into the back of his head with his body entering a hard reset mode to come to terms with the fact that his heart more than likely ACTUALLY just skipped a beat from how hard the chest was clocked. The Ethnic Enigma would cough up some dark phlegm and spit it out on the mat towards Rosario's feet, some of it clearly being dislodged from within by the Snake's venom injecting itself via the bites his hand produced.

Hiro would quickly stand back up straight however, his vision locking right onto Jamie's face. Hiro reached out his arm and grabbed the back of Bader's head tight, leaning back his left arm slowly as he wound it up once and then shot it forward with such swiftness he'd probably have a ticket waiting on his elbow pad at ringside by the time the match was over. It was a forearm aimed right at the face of his victim, and what damage it would cause remained to be seen.

Hiro would fall backward onto his a** as the stiffness of his shot on Jamie had so little give that his body again felt a jolt throughout, causing his legs to give out momentarily. He looked up at the snake and clicked his tongue, seeing that the hard work of his forearm had result in a disgusting stream of blood quickly exiting from above Bader's eye. Hiro wasn't too sure what was worse for Jamie, the pain from the stiff forearm or the feeling of his cold blood rushing into his right eye, probably causing a fair amount of stinging. The Ethnic Enigma's nostrils would flare as he smelled the iron ride the air that emanated from his opponents general area. He would drag himself back on his rear-end a little bit to create more distance, as his breathing still was shot from the chops and he knew that the second the former BBW Crimson City Champion realized that he was now bleeding he would come looking for revenge. The best way to replace his own blood would be to take some of Hiro's after all.

While Rosario inspected Jamie's eyebrow, he continued to palm at it with his taped hand. He pressed it to see how sore it was and with each feel the blood would dribble down the side of his face in small streaks.

"You mother--"

Slowly his head pivoted to look at Rosario. Look 'at' Rosario might have been the wrong way to put it. Jamie's head was facing Rosario to acknowledge his concern, but he was staring right through him. Like a crosshair his sights were set on one man and one man only.

Using the ropes, he pulled himself back up to his feet. Now the crowd could get a clearer view of the red strings that decorated the side of his face and stained the edges of his beard. Jamie staggered slightly as he walked the rope line, almost as if he was trying to make it to the corner. Suddenly, and without much warning, he shot forward and leapt into the air before planting his foot in the center of Hiro's face. With a thrust, he put the pedal to the metal and bounced the back of his opponent's head off the mat.

Jamie seemed oddly sturdy after cracking Hiro's head like an egg. Was he playing possum, or did Rosario really buy him enough time to get his head straight? It would be impossible to know for sure.

With a huff of his own, the cowboy began to pace around the ring, all the while using his hand to brush away some of the blood from his eye; that was going to be annoying going forward. After stalling for about thirty seconds or so, he returned to the ropes to check in with Dallas, an impromptu team meeting of sorts.

Now that he had that taken care of, Jamie slithered back around to face his downed foe. Getting a running start, he trotted back over to Hiro, raised a leg and dropped an exposed knee right on the point of his noggin.

Jamie dropped the knee on Hiro's head, and for a split second, his body language indicated that he was about to go for a pin. At the last second, he thought better of it. Instead, he stood back up, wound up an elbow and dropped it bare across Hiro's collarbone before covering the shoulders.