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The Execution of Kenneth “Swayze 1%er” Hayman: Retaliation, Power, and Motorcycle Club Warfare

The Hayman Homicide: A Case Study in Retaliation, Power, and Outlaw Culture

By Richie D. Mowrey | Dicking Around With Richie: A True Crime Feed


📍Incident Profile: The Execution in White Oak

 

When 33‑year‑old Kenneth Hayman hit the intersection of Jacks Run Road and Lincoln Way on October 12, 2025, he had no idea he was riding straight into a death sentence. This wasn’t a mugging. This wasn’t a random pop‑off by some kid with a stolen Glock. This was a surgical execution in broad daylight the kind of operation you only see when an outlaw motorcycle club decides it’s time to send a message written in gunpowder and blood.

At 2:18 p.m., Allegheny County dispatch took the call. Shots fired. High‑traffic intersection. A man down near a Wendy’s. First responders arrived to find Hayman still clinging to life beside his bike. By the time he hit the hospital, the fight was over. Someone wanted him gone and they brought enough firepower to make damn sure he wasn’t getting up again.

And the spot they chose? White Oak. Not McKeesport. Not Pittsburgh. A quiet borough where kids grab Frosties after school and retirees read newspapers in their cars. That’s exactly why it was chosen because when outlaw clubs decide to settle scores, they don’t do it in the shadows. They do it in places where the message echoes. This wasn’t murder. This was a broadcast.




🧾Victimology: Kenneth “Swayze 1%er” Hayman If you want to understand why someone died, you start with who they were. And Kenneth Matthew Hayman lived two lives that couldn’t have been more different ironworker by day, outlaw by creed. A family man with a 10‑month‑old daughter at home… and a proudly patched War Dog MC member known as “Swayze 1%er.”

Iron Workers Local #3 knew him as dependable. His community knew him as warm. But the outlaw world knew him as a 1%er the top one percent of riders who reject the law entirely and live by their club’s code instead. And the choice to print “Swayze 1%er” in his obituary? That’s not sentiment. That’s declaration. It’s a confirmation: his murder was no coincidence, no misunderstanding. It was business. Club business.

“He died as one of us.”  That’s what his patch said. That’s what his death meant.


🎯Tactical Analysis: The Ambush and the Getaway

The team that killed Hayman wasn’t sloppy. They came masked, armed with long guns, and riding in a dark Chevy Silverado the kind of vehicle you choose when you need to move fast, carry bodies, and disappear. Witnesses reported up to nine shots. Crime scene techs marked nearly 20 evidence points. Shell casings everywhere. High‑powered rounds. Two shots to the back while he was still mounted.

He tried to crawl toward Wendy’s toward people, toward help but he never made it.

The Silverado? Found in Mount Pleasant the next day. That’s not where random trucks go to die. That’s Pagan territory. That’s sanctuary. The killers had a plan, a route, and an exit strategy.


⚔️Strategic Landscape: War Dogs vs. Pagans

This wasn’t a lone act of violence. It was the latest move in a chess match between two outlaw empires:

  • August 2025: Up to 20 War Dog MC members allegedly jump a Pagan at Forty Bar & Grille in Washington County.
  • October 2025: Kenneth Hayman is executed in broad daylight.

In OMC culture, violence like that isn’t just vengeance it’s reputation management. The War Dogs threw a punch. The Pagans hit back harder, louder, and deadlier.

Outlaw ClubRole in Conflict
War Dog MC (Pittsburgh Chapter)Aggressors – allegedly launched the August assault
Pagans MCRetaliators – suspected in Hayman’s execution

🎯Motive: Retaliation, Plain and Simple

The timeline lines up. The method lines up. The victim lines up. This was retaliation slow-cooked and precision-targeted. Two months between the August brawl and Hayman’s murder. Enough time to watch, learn, and strike. This wasn’t a bar fight gone sideways. It was a message carved into the pavement with bullets.

And if you're still thinking “maybe it was personal,” let me stop you right there:

  • Mistaken Identity? Not likely. Hayman was a public, patched 1%er.
  • Personal Dispute? That doesn’t explain long guns, a team, and a strategic getaway.
  • Club Discipline? Internal hits are quiet. This was a broadcast.

🕵️What Police Aren’t Saying (Yet)

Investigators are staying tight-lipped and that silence is louder than any press conference. Here’s what they’ve held back:

  • Forensics from the Silverado – No word on DNA, prints, or residue.
  • Surveillance footage – Nothing released, though businesses nearby almost certainly have it.
  • Suspect descriptions – Just “masked men.” No builds. No heights. Nothing.

Why? Because this might be the opening shot in a bigger case. Something federal. Something RICO-sized. And if they’re building a case like that, they need quiet to hunt.


🩸Theories, Theories, and More Theories

The killing of Kenneth Hayman wasn’t subtle it was a statement. Daylight. A public intersection. A masked crew in a black Chevy Silverado armed with long guns. Kenneth, just 33 and part of a local motorcycle club, was gunned down beside his bike near a Wendy’s in White Oak, Pennsylvania. That isn’t random violence. That’s choreography. It reeks of a planned execution and the question everyone’s whispering but no one’s answering: Why him? Was it a club hit? A gangland power move? A personal vendetta taken to an unforgivable level? Or did Kenneth die for a crime he never committed, collateral in someone else’s war?

Let’s start with the obvious: the motorcycle club theory. Kenneth was reportedly affiliated, and in these circles, loyalty is sacred—until it’s not. Betrayals get punished. Rivals get silenced. And if you break the unspoken code, bullets tend to do the talking. The level of precision here suggests organization. A stolen truck, masked gunmen, and a clean getaway that crossed county lines. This wasn’t a bar fight gone bad it had the markings of a sanctioned hit. But here’s the rub: no one’s named the club. No public feuds. No known enemies. And that eerie silence? It could be fear. Or it could be complicity.

But not all theories carry patches and colors. Some carry heartbreak. There’s the possibility this was a personal dispute romantic, financial, or fueled by a grudge too old to forget. Rage like that can twist someone into pulling a trigger. Yet when long guns and masked men show up in daylight to spray bullets near a fast-food joint? That feels less like heartbreak and more like business. Still, the personal angle lingers. Did Kenneth cross the wrong person? Was this revenge in disguise? Or maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t meant for him at all. A mistaken identity. A lookalike on a bike. Wrong place, wrong time. Wrong man.

Then comes the darkest theory of all: Kenneth was killed not because of who he was but because of what he knew. Was he a witness? A loose end? Did he get too close to a gang pipeline, a dirty deal, or a club war no one’s willing to talk about? The Silverado was found miles away in Mount Pleasant, abandoned but not forgotten. No suspects in custody. No names released. Just a body, a bike, and a lot of silence. And silence, as we know in true crime, is often the loudest clue of all. So we keep asking, digging, prying. Because somebody out there knows exactly why Kenneth Hayman died and they’re counting on us to forget. We won’t.


🧨Final Word: The Message in the Murder

Kenneth “Swayze 1%er” Hayman didn’t just die he was erased with tactical precision. The kind of hit that doesn't just stop a heartbeat it shakes an entire club to its core.

This was outlaw law enforcement. Retaliation doctrine. A textbook kill where dominance was the goal, and daylight was the weapon. Until the real names surface, and the trigger men answer for what they did, this case remains not just unsolved  but unforgettable.

Somewhere out there, his killers are watching. Counting on us to forget. But we don’t forget. Not here. Not now. Not ever.

Got a tip? Know something about Kenneth Hayman’s final ride? Drop it to CrimeStoppers or reach out at Dicking Around With Richie.



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