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Hiro was forced off of Jamie and sat up next to him, not surprised but definitely disappointed that he hadn't just won the match. Perhaps, in this instinct, it was indeed going to be a case of second times the charm. He didn't see Jamie trying to get up right away, so that meant he would have a chance at doing just a bit more damage. Hiro pushed himself up to his feet and huffed himself back over to the same corner as before. He didn't go crazy this time, he wasn't gonna go for a Moonsault. It looked like he was instead measuring Jamie for an entirely different top rope maneuver. The Ethnic Enigma got his footing beneath him and began to taunt his opponent to get up, shouting down at him, "This is it, Jamie, this is it! Get up! Get up!"

Jamie and Hiro locked eyes for a moment, the drying blood on Jamie's face emphasizing his white eyeball on the left side of his face. Hiro's plan had been simple to this point: throw Jamie off by damage the left side of his head and right side of his lower body. If both sides felt like an issue, how would he ever be able to find a good balance to keep himself in this match as these moments went on? This was going to be one of those times where his planning came to fruition, as he feigned jumping while managing to keep his balance: this triggered Jamie to leap himself, which was Hiro's que to jump for real -- Jamie Bader's plan was to catch Hiro with a dropkick as he leaped, but the mistimed attempt now allowed Hiro to, in an amazing display of dexterity, grab Jamie's legs in mid air as he landed feet first on the ground, Bader slamming down on his back. The fans were losing their minds, a "HOLY s**t!" chant starting amazingly in sync from the entire building. Hiro couldn't even believe he managed to time all of that perfectly, it was a once in a lifetime situation.

Rosario put his hands on his head for a second, shocked as well -- Dallas leaned her face into her hands. Jamie didn't bother to acknowledge any pain in his upper back from hitting the ground, instead he was trying to fight to get out of Hiro's grip -- but the Ethnic Enigma would instead fold the legs of his opponent and step over...slapping him into the Japanese Cloverleaf!

Hiro held in his Japanese Cloverleaf submission for seconds that felt like HOURS to both he and Jamie. The latter was in a good amount of pain and feeling the pressure, but it definitely was the same deal for the Ethnic Enigma. It was hard to keep his balance and hold the move in, his legs and arms burned as he flexed them and yanked, leaning back a bit as he did all he could to try and end this match now, much to the interest of Rosario who gingerly got down on a knee and got close to the Snake, asking him if he would continue, saying he could call this off now before he got hurt anymore. Hiro would call out to the Airplane through his gritted teeth, "Let him tap, dammit." Jamie was struggling big time, but near the ropes was that reptilian's keeper, Dallas Cruz. She was pushing the ropes. She was being unfair. Nothing else was new in this situation, though.

Hiro was continuing his crusade for a finish, but to give Jamie credit where it was due, he wasn't going to give up here -- he was going to go until his body gave out. He dragged himself close to the ropes and finally stopped dragging, seemingly signaling this match was about to come to a close.

That was, until Dallas Cruz had seemingly poofed in out of thin air across the ring from Hiro. Rosario was too focused on making sure Jamie wasn't out cold, so he wasn't paying much attention to the fact that Hiro had locked eyes with her. Though, he would soon as Hiro actually let go of his Japanese Cloverleaf, perhaps on the precipice of victory. His eyes were opened wide, his brain shook.

The belt that Dallas was flaunting was Hiro's BBW TV Championship. He was the last person to hold that belt, a two time champion he was not -- no, that was a accolade only celebrated by Dallas' brother, Marshall Lee. As if possessed by his anger, Hiro walked towards the ropes, pointing down to the belt in Dallas' hand. "You...You broke into my home...you stole that title...to ******** with me?" The Ethnic Enigma was on the verge of snapping as he wanted to exit the ring, kick Dallas' head off, and take his championship back. That was the original championship belt, not a replica -- it was trusted to him by Matt Shanahan as a retirement gift. Hiro assumed he'd probably be asked to give it back after this situation, but for now, that didn't matter. He just needed to get it back.

However, turning his back on a snake for this long was probably not the wisest decision by the former WWF:G Legacy Champion.

Hiro's will, his principles, everything he'd built himself the last 7 and a half years while trying to abandon his hateful past -- they were all challenged in this perfect storm of bullshit. The return of Blackjack. The reemergence of Jamie Bader. The decision of Dallas Cruz to completely abandon a friendship Hiro had hoped would last forever. It was despicable and sad to watch, but it didn't quite hurt as much as slamming back down on the mat. Jamie's jumping russian legsweep did all the damage that was intended, leaving Hiro sprawled out on the mat with a hand under his neck and his foot stomping on the mat. The fans, tried as they could to get his attention, were disappointed the move connected. They were in general very unhappy to see Hiro was once again being screwed by outside interference and just might be headed towards another loss at this rate.

Hiro was quick to stir as Jamie began to call out to him...taunting him to get up and probably take another big offensive move. Hiro's vision was darkening more and more as the match went on, his eyes a little less open after each and every move delivered. It was a bittersweet moment, as Hiro finally didn't have Blackjack dominating his thoughts for the first time in a few weeks. However, now he had thoughts of getting out of this fight with Jamie Bader alive, both emotionally and physically. The Ethnic Enigma pushed on to his knees and knuckles, turning his back to Jamie as he finally was back at a vertical base. He turned slowly into him, prepared for the worst but perhaps not able to take it.

Hiro had a split second to respond, and boy did he do so in a potentially disastrous way. Jamie leaped slightly to try and drive Hiro head-first into the mat out of no where with a particular cutter, but the Ethnic Enigma pushed him forward and sent him colliding right into the already injured referee Rosario. Hiro fell off to the side as he broke free of Jamie's grasp, landing on a knee as his head began to ache on both sides. This was going to change the perception of this match permanently as Jamie Bader may have just created the optimal outlaw's territory by way of Hiro's poor decision making.

Hiro slowly got to a standing position, his concern going to Rosario in the moment who was already dealing with some issues. Even if the guy was insufferable right now in this business, he was still a friend on some level: Hiro wasn't happy that his actions caused Jamie to run into him. That said, the Ethnic Enigma wasn't just going to be left alone by Jamie here, so he tried to rush at him with a lariat attempt to take him down. At least if he could remove Jamie from the equation for a second, he could check on Rosario in the moment.