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It was blow after blow after blow. Hiro first got his hand stomped down on, causing him to the ground on his side as what was propping him up was promptly removed. Then, he was picked right up by the ears, not a comfy thing to deal with either. Jamie had everything mapped out and it worked a to a damn T -- he rocked Hiro's jaw with a jumping knee strike which sent the Ethnic Enigma staggering back into the ropes -- spitting blood out of his mouth in the process. Then, as if it could get absolute no worse...it got absolutely SO worse. Hiro was lifted from the mat and snapped backward on to his back thanks to the butterfly suplex. This was horrifying as the fans booed wildly, Jamie firmly taking back over. Dallas couldn't have been more pleased at ringside if an otter showed up -- it was clear that the tides had changed big time here, but there have been plenty of times before in the match where we assumed it was over. Could this really be it?

Rosario would gingerly go down once again, he himself hoping this match was finally over as he slapped the mat once, no reaction coming from Hiro right away...but as it dropped down to count two, you could see Hiro's legs moving ever so slightly. It was only when he went down for a third slap of the match Hiro slowly pushed his arm up, breaking up the ping with mere milliseconds to spare. It wasn't a flashy kickout, and it barely had enough strength behind it to work...but it happened regardless, this match would go on. What a gem of a match up here, it was crazy the way things were going.

The reprieve was so, so short lived. Hiro lay on the ground breathing heavily, it taking every ounce of power in his body to move slightly onto his side, and then on to his stomach. He spit out some more blood, rubbed his own face on the mat, he was doing anything to generate the friction needed to stand. Jamie then began to call for the Ethnic Enigma to get the hell up. Well, it was gonna take some time for that -- Rosario checking on Hiro after quickly trying to brush off Jamie's stare. He asked if Hiro really needed this to go on, but the question was ignored as Hiro's arms and legs shook upon slowly getting up. He would get to a knee, his hands up in fists as he did all he could to appear as if he still had his wits about him and the ability to defend himself. Jamie again told Hiro to get the hell up. He did. He saw the thumb, and his eyes slowly closed again as he dropped his head slightly, standing up while hunching.

The Southern Spike was one of Jamie Bader's most devastating moves, if not THE most devastating. He cocked it back, and with a loud slamming stomp to the mat he shot it at Hiro's trachea...but my god, where there is a will there is a way. Hiro's arms shot out and blocked the spike with both fists to the forearm of Jamie. Hiro would then lean back his right arm and shoot his own heavy forearm at the Snake's skull -- but Jamie would get his hands up just in time to catch it and shove it back. The fans stood in silent anticipating as finally, both men reared their heads back...and slammed into one another forehead first. The sickening thud of skull meeting skull reverberated around the ring, the ropes shaking from the sheer impact. Rosario turned from the two and looked away, unable to accept the fact that something so heinous just happened between the two men. Dallas Cruz mouth was agape even more so than before. Hiro staggered back after the hit, his eyes widening as he stopped himself in center ring, staring down at the mat as blood started to poor down his forehead, covering the dry blood from prior with a mess of the fresh stuff.

Hiro remained stoically stuck in center ring, unmoving with the exception of a few blinks. The blood continued to drip down his face and plop into a small pool on the mat, one already disgustingly stained with plenty of now brownish stains. It was blood though, just relax. Anyway, as Jamie dropped to ringside, it acted as a trigger for Hiro to start moving. He began to trudge his way step by step to the ropes, using them to simulating climbing down a ladder as his body slid under the bottom rope and out to ringside as well. Hiro fumbled his own footing and slammed side first into the barricade to keep himself up. He began to walk using the barricade for help, working closer and closer towards Jamie and Dallas. This was getting sickening to watch.

Hiro finally arrived at his destination, or so the voices in his head he'd been hearing since that headbutt had told him. The Ethnic Enigma got his eyes on Jamie, but then of course Dallas would get in his face -- threats spewed and cards produced. The issue for Dally of course was the fact that all Hiro could hear was very dull noises of the crowd and ringing...but not her. She waived the Tower in Hiro's face, but all that did was give Hiro his own "come to jesus" moment, as he remembered he was supposed to be enraged with Dallas for breaking into his home and stealing the BBW TV Championship. His eyes nearly looked off in different directions as he looked around, not seeing the belt directly on her person...meaning he wasn't going to be taking it back right this second. It also meant that the accomplished wrestler before him had no underhanded item to use. Hiro would take a step back as if he was going to back away from Dallas, giving her what she wanted...but then, to the roar of a crowd and the bulb flashes of hundreds of cameras, Hiro would shoot a superkick right at Dallas' face with as much power behind it as he could muster.

This was a mess. These people were giving it their all and Rosario was done with the shenanigans. Pay didn't matter, his friends matter. Their health matter. And to the fans, The superkick heard around the world mattered. Rosario watched Dallas crumpled down and it lit a true anger in him he hadn't felt in a while. It wasn't even necessarily about Dallas on her own, it was more of a reaction tot he whole scenario, the crew tearing each other apart.

Rosario immediately rushed the Enigma. It was a hobbled rush, but a rush nonetheless.

"Are you ******** kidding me! Does she look like a competitor. Respect the past!"

Rosario said the last bit more intuitively then anything as he put a finger on Hiro's chest. A firm strike with the finger. He then dropped down to Cruz seeing her state. Checking her eyes, and seeing if he needed to call a medical team. He knew what it was like to be a manager and get attacked during a match. A lot of times you were just a bit, a moment, a comical highlight wheel. All humanity ignored to the pain that was rushing through you.

If Hiro had not been in la-la land, he might have been able to see the various fans in the front row pointing, trying in vain to warn him that there was a snake hiding in the tall grass.

As he rounded the corner, Jamie exploded from behind the announce table. Like a jack-in-the-box, he sprung up and collided with Hiro's skull. The only thing his foe would have a chance to see was Jamie's crimson mask and the only thing he would feel was the crimson title as it bounced off the point of his forehead. Two lost lovers, reuniting in the worst way possible. If Hiro had missed the title in its absence, the love was not being reciprocated.

Jamie bounced off of Hiro's body, recoiling backward into the announcer's desk. Thankfully he had enough energy to put his hand out to catch himself on the edge rather than fall over it. When the drink bounced off of his back shoulder, he spun around and allowed himself to slide over the table, leaning on it like one would a bar top. Facing the direction in which the drink came, Jamie would only smirk through his blood-stained beard at the section of fans, something that drew another round of ire.

Slowly the title belt slipped out of his hands and slid off the front of the table to the floor below. Jamie had no need for it anymore anyway; this bout was over. All that was left was the semantics and ceremonies. For that, he would need Rosario.

Pushing himself up, the cowboy got his feet under him before staggering his way back the way he came, back across the trail that Hiro himself had taken moments before. As Jamie approached the duo of Dallas and Rosario, he carefully hiked his body up onto the ring apron.

"Hey--HEY--c'mon." Jamie tried to yell over the crowd to get the referee's attention before he rolled under the bottom rope and into the ring. "It's done. He's done. Count." Once in the ring, he tucked his legs under him so that he was sitting on his ankles and resting his bloodstained hands on his thighs.

Now that he was in the realm of safety, the outlaw wrestler known as Jamie Bader could finally soak in the glory of his victory. Unable to contain himself, he threw both of his hands up into the air, flashing the crowd a double peace sign.