Shaw steamrolled through the tournament straight into the finals. Conversely, Frankie lost his very first match and steadily marched 10 rounds up the B-side to face Jayson, rematching him for the last battle of the day just as he did the previous weekend during the Predator finale at Raxx.
Unlike their last skirmish (which was dominated by Shaw, who broke and ran 14 out of 19 racks of 10 ball to snag the Predator Open/Pro title), this match was hotly contested and featured several trades of momentum. Jayson, being on the winner's side had to reach 11 racks first to claim the title. If Frankie got to 11 first the race would be extended to 13. Both players volleyed racks throughout until Shaw led 10-8, finding himself on the precipice of victory. Hernandez reached deeply and showed a lot of heart, finding a way to win three in a row to make it 11-10 in his favor and prolonged the race.
Jayson would make it even at 11 but made a mistake which led to another out by "Flashback" Frankie, putting him on the tournament hill. However, Hernandez unfortunately lost the cueball in an effort to replicate his trademark crushing break and jumped it off the table. Shaw easily ran out to make it double cheeseburgers.
Jayson broke the last game and made a ball, leaving a routine out with no clusters or real problems. He coolly ran down the rack until he got rather straightish on the 7 ball, which lay just below the side pocket and generously off the long rail. In pocketing the seven and trying to get on the 8 in the vicinity of the foot spot, he wound up bumping the 8 and both balls landed parallel to each other smack dab between the side and corner pockets, leaving a cut to either pocket, even for "Eagle Eye" Shaw, impossible.
After short consideration Jayson fired at the cross-corner bank, missing it. The 8 had enough speed and doubled all the way the the opposite corner, stopping one diamond from the pocket. The cueball went three rails uptable and landed at the opposite corner pocket (near the side rail break spot), leaving a very make-able ball for Hernandez. Jayson slumped from the table and walked across the room, sensing his imminent defeat.
Frankie, the recipient of such good fortune (yet understandably weary from trudging all the way across to this moment from the west side of the bracket), jumped up without hesitation and cut the 8 ball to the pocket, only to see it cruelly bobble between the jaws and hang up right on the shelf. To add insult, the cueball trickled up the rail (towards the ultimate 9 ball near the middle of the table) and slithered into the side pocket. Jayson, incredulous with the reversal of fortune rushed back to the table, where he was met by a handshake from Hernandez in concession of the match.
Kudos to Frankie for valiantly battling his way to the doorstep of victory, and bravo to Shaw, runner up in this event for the last two years for finally capturing the elusive title. Third time is the charm.
A riveting and engaging final.