Match 4 Wreckingball vs Diamond sub. Ref- D. Bozz

[Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos!]

After the ring is cleared of various ladders, Alex and Giordano...the lights go out.

Ray: It was a surprise the first time....
JP: I like his entrance.

The introduction to "Through the Fire and Flames" by Dragon Force begins to play, as the following appears on the Titantron, with the rest of the arena in utter blackness...

(White text on black) : He knows no mercy!

(Clip plays of Jake Diamond suffering the Wreckingball Bomb and being pinned at the end of it.)

(White text on black) : And he would ask for none!

(Clip of Wreckingball not tapping out of the R-1 during his match with Dave Carter)

(White text on black) : He knows only anger...and the desire to do what is right!

(Clips of the Day of Wreckoning performed on Rattlesnake, and Rattlesnake being taken out of the ring on a stretcher)

(White text on black) : Join him....

(Clip of Rhaps and Wreckingball fighting each other, then seguing into the New Era standing together in ring playing to the crowd)

(White text on black) : Or be utterly destroyed!

As soon as "Or be utterly destroyed!" appears on screen, the lyrics to "Through the Fire and Flames" begin.......and a huge shower of pyro sparks in red, blue, green, orange and purple shoot up from both sides of the entry ramp, as red and orange lights switch on, showing a ringside and entry ramp covered in mist. The red and orange spotlights wander across the crowd, and focus on the entry ramp...

Crowd: Wreckingball! Wreckingball!

Some other parts: The New Era! The New Era!

Wreckingball steps out from behind the curtain of pyro, dressed in a multicolor flame-design shirt with "The New Era" across the back, multicolour flame-design wrestling pants with "Wreckingball" down one leg, "The New Era" down the other, boots and wraparound reflective glasses.

Wreckingball salutes the crowd...who go insane cheering as a long row of red and orange explosions set off down the entry ramp, ending in the turnbuckles bursting into red and orange flame.

Wreckingball walks down the ramp, shaking the hands of the fans, signing autographs and talking to them. He picks up a microphone and gets into the ring.

Wreckingball: Jake...this is a big day for you. Today, you finally get what you always wanted...to go one-on-one with the Human Wreckingball. You did so much for this, you dishonoured me, my country and even your own country, which you supposedly speak for. So hurry up Jake, it's time to get Wrecked!

(The crowd laugh and cheer at the cheesy pun.)

TBC Jake or Devin.

[Jake Diamond/Pavor Nocturnus]

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The lights in the arena change to the colors of red, white, and blue as "Blood Red, White, and Blue" by Rise Against blares over the PA. The crowd stand up in anticipation as the entrance tunnel is filled with sparks and Jake's silhouette appears. "U.S.A., U.S.A., U.S.A.," chants echo from the audience as Jake casually walks out with his head lowered only wearing the Triumph Title.

LM: And introducing his opponent hailing from Washington, D.C., and weighing in at 195 pounds. The Triumph Champion, Jake "The Future" Diamond!

He continues down the ramp slowly with his head hung low until he stops and the center of the entrance ramp. He raises his hands straight up in the air in the shape of a diamond, but brings it down sharply into and old school crotch chop also igniting a huge explosion from both the titantron and the entrance stage.

JP: This match is supposed to be a "Clean" Submissions only match but with the supreme hatred brewing between the two of them I doubt that weapons won't get involved.

Ray: I don't know Jimmy, Sexy Jake might play nice he always does...

JP: Are you kidding me? He beat Rurouni after punching him with barbed wire then hitting a Riverside Dive, and it was a regulation match!

Ray: Oh well, when in Rome...

Jake stops at the foot of the ring and asks for a mic by a stagehand before rolling into the ring, and giving Human Wreckingball the "One finger salute". He continues to look blankly at Wreckingball and unfazed by the fans mixed chants of both "Wreck-ing ball! Wreck-ing ball!" and "U.S.A., U.S.A., U.S.A.". Jake walks right up to Human Wreckingball and hits a huge slap across his face, forcing HW to drop to a knee.

JD: Enough talk, lets walk. B*tch.

Jake tosses the mic into the audience as Wreckingball gets right up and both get into each others faces. Both men stare at each other, nose to nose, with fury in their eyes as Jake, without taking his eyes off Wreckingball, removes his title and raises it up.

JP: The supreme hatred they feel for each other is catastrophic and I doubt it will be over after this is all said and done.

TBCB: Bozz

[Vladimir T. Strife]

Devin comes down to the ring in a referee's shirt and calls both men the center of the ring.

"Ok guys, I want a good, clean fight. No cheap shots, no weapons, nothing dirty. "

Devin looks at Jake in particular as he says it.

"Now, let's get this match going."

He signals for the bell and it begins.

[Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos!]

As soon as the bell rings, Jake attempts to slap Wreckingball across the face...but Wreckingball grabs the arm and pulls Jake in, proceeding to lock up with him in an amateur-style standing grapple. This doesn't last long, however, as Wreckingball forces Jake down, ever so slightly...and each inch Wreckingball pushes Jake down...allows Wreckingball to exert more leverage upon Jake.

However, Wreckingball isn't even breaking a sweat....after several minutes of Jake struggling, Jake realises that Wreckingball is trying to wear him out, physically mentally and spiritually....and Jake falls to the floor, pulling Wreckingball down and rolling away from Wreckingball after impact.

JP: A clever tactic by Wreckingball there...but looks like Jake really isn't as stupid as he looks.
Ray: I think he'd be even more clever in bed....
JP: Stop it. Thirty seconds into the match and you're already talking about sex.
Ray: Thirty one actually.

Jake snaps to his feet, jumps into the air, spins head over heels, and brings his left leg across the chest of Wreckingball...who was beginning to stand, and the two men go back down to the floor. He then climbs onto Wreckingball's chest, and begins slapping him repeatedly across the face....the crowd count along as Wreckingball's face gets redder and redder...

Crowd: 1.....! 2....! 3.....! 4.....! 5....! 6.....! 7....!

But the eighth slap is caught by both of Wreckingball's arms. Wreckingball wrenches the arm away, and turns over onto his side, dislodging Jake. Jake tries to get up, but Wreckingball roughly pushes him back to the ground and straddles his chest, in much the same way Jake did earlier. Wreckingball uses his legs to force Jake's shoulders down...and leans into his face.

Wreckingball: Jake...you hit like a woman. Let the master show you how it's done....

Wreckingball begins to deliver a devastating series of left and right punches into Jake's face...
Crowd...: 1....! 2....! 3....! 4....! 5....! 6....! 7....! 8.....! 9.....!

As the crowd shout "9...!" Wreckingball leans back, and plunges his fist into Jake's throat...!

Crowd: 10!

Wreckingball then gets to his feet, jumps and brings both legs crashing across Jake's chest, and rolls out of harm's way.

JP: Well, this really is a brutal, brutal match.
Ray: Not really. I thought Total Carnage was worse. Even LRey vs. Rhaps was worse.
JP: There wasn't this much bad blood and hatred though....

Wreckingball climbs to his feet, and waits for Jake to do the same, with a grin on his face. Wreckingball jumps back...and stares at an enraged Jake, who rushes in, arm outstretched for a clothesline. Immediately before it connects across Wreckingball's chest, Wreckingball lifted his opposing arm, catching Jake's chest and as it connects, Wreckingball jumps forward, wrapping his other leg behind Jake, and tripping him backwards, slamming him to the ground.

JP: There it is. The answer to the age old question. What do you do when an annoyed Jake clotheslines you? Turn it into an STO.
Ray: Wait, what's going on?

Jake rolls....and grabs Wreckingball's left arm as soon as Wreckingball lands on the ground. Jake sits on Wreckingball's back, with Wreckingball's arm between his legs, locked firmly in place. Jake uses both hands to pull back the arm as far as possible, leaning back in the process as Wreckingball's face contracts in pain.....Devin watches intently to see if Wreckingball submits.

Devin: .......?
Wreckingball shakes his head violently....

JP: Very nice, the Fujiwara-style armbar.
Ray: If he knows this many moves, just think of the positions!

Wreckingball tries to turn on his sides, and get up to his knees...but Jake stays in position...Wreckingball looks across the ring, at the ropes...and begins to crawl there slowly, with expressions of anguish on his face as he crawls with only one hand...and both legs dragging behind him. Jake's exuberant expression turns to panic as he realises that to stop Wreckingball from reaching the ropes would mean compromising his armbar...so he hangs on until Wreckingball's right hand clenches the ropes.

Devin: That's enough Jake....
Jake: But...
Devin: I SAID...That's enough.
Jake sadly releases the hold, but boots Wreckingball in the spine on the way up. Wreckingball shrugs it off and climbs to his feet.

TBC Jake.

[Jake Diamond/Pavor Nocturnus]

Devin allows Wreckingball to get back to his feet but Jake immediately goes back to work on HW's arm. He runs by and applies a Hammerlock only temporarily before spinning Wreckingball into a DDT state and connects with an Evenflow DDT. Jake almost instantly heads to the outside of the ring and grabs a chair from beside the ring announcers table, and sliding it, followed by himself, into the ring. The chair is brought back, but Devin snatches it away from Jake and warns him while Wreckingball rises up onto all fours. Mr. Bozz passes the chair to a stagehand and talks to him for a few moments as Jake, living off the distraction, brings a quick field goal kick between Wreckingball's legs.

JP: What a blatant cheap shot by Jake Diamond, and Devin Bozz didn't even see it! So much for a clean style match!

Ray: Well Jimmy like they say, it's all legal as long as the ref doesn't see it...

JP: Since when have you been following the life lessons of O.J. Simpson?

A confused Devin Bozz questions Jake on why Wreckingball is lying on his back and holding his jewels, where Jake simply shrugs his shoulders in response. The Future slowly pulls a slightly dazed Wreckingball up to his feet and already goes in attempt for a Diamond Cutter, but is countered with a push away. Human Wreckingball immediately kicks Jake to his midsection before going for a Double Underhook DDT but Jake counters by flipping HW over his head, with the power of his back and legs, with a Northern Lights Suplex. Both men shake it off and get to their feet at the same time. Jake attempts a Super Kick, but Wreckingball ducks under it and hits a Basement Dropkick to his only free standing leg, dropping Jake onto his back. HW hurriedly bounces off the ropes for a Big Splash but yet another counter by Jake as he rolls onto his feet and hits an Enzuirgiri to a knelled HW.

JP: These two know each other too well, Human Wreckingball is getting more options, but it seems like Jake Diamond is countering almost everything is thrown at him!

Ray: That's what you get when you see Jake wrestle, he's more than just a pretty face you know... Just kidding, if he was as good in bed as he looks, oh my...

JP: I'd shut my face if I were you, before I beat the purple off of your suit.

Ray: Replace "beat" with "rub" and you've got yourself a deal!

The damage taking place on Human Wreckingball's arm continues as Jake hits a snap standing Somersault Leg Drop to HW's arm before quickly applying a Canadian Crossface. Wreckingball's yells out loud in agony as the pressure of the move digs into the back of his neck, and upper part of his arm. Devin drops down and gets into Wreckingball's face and asks if he gives up, only to be replied with a huge "No!" Wreckingball reaches to the nearest set of ropes with his free arm, and as Jake sees this he temporarily removes the pressure from HW's neck to rake his eyes. Wreckingball reaches to his eyes with his free arm, as Jake quickly grabs that arm and applies a modified Rings of Saturn. Devin tells Jake to watch the dirty moves so he doesn't get disqualified.

JP: Human Wreckingball might tap-out with this unique move. One arm trapped between Jake's legs, and the other arm being pulled away by his arms, but he should better watch those cheap moves if he wants any chance of winning this...

Ray: Jake Diamond just wants to do severe damage on Wreckingball, he doesn't care if he wins or losses...

JP: That, is one of the most smartest things you've ever said Ray.

Ray: That's because I stole it from Eddie Guerrero's book, now that's a man with a real ass!

With the submission move hitting it's pinnacle, Wreckingball screams out in absolute punishment, but after a few moments boredom sets in. Jake rolls to his side, rolling Wreckingball into a Crucifix pin as the crowd chants out loud "One... Two... Three!..." but after the realization of no pin falls Jake completely lets HW out of the pin, who immediately grabs both of his shoulders in pain. Jake grabs Wreckingball from behind and lifts him up to his feet, but HW counters the lift-up into a Stunner. The Future lies motionless, stunned from the Stunner, as Wreckingball holds a specific arm in terrible pain. Devin starts up his ten count, but the bodies in the ring don't stir whatsoever.

JP: By working on Human Wreckingball's shoulder Jake may have just neutralized his power advantage, Devin's count is up to four and they are just starting to move.

Ray: Ha ha Jake is up!... Where did that Legsweep by Human Wreckingball come from?! I hate this stupid, sexy sport...

JP: Wreckingball's got hold of one of Jake's legs and he's rolling backward, Fuller Leglock is stiffly applied in the center of the ring! Well Human Wreckingball's strong point may have been neutralized, but Jake's only strong point might be taken out right here!

Ray: That's if Wreckingball doesn't let go because his arm hurts... Don't give up my Sexy Jake! Ray White is going to come for you soon baby!

TBCB: Mr. Wreckingball

[Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos!]

Wreckingball continues to roll back, as far as possible, holding Jake's right leg with both his strong, unharmed right arm, and supporting it with his sore, bruised left....and Wreckingball rolls back further, repositioning himself so he is leaning backwards on Jake's back, with Jake's leg hooked out of joint with both arms.

Wreckingball grins at Devin....but it is almost a grimace. Wreckingball proceeds to wrap both of his legs around the same leg, to support the hold further, and Wreckingball continues to wrench backwards, pulling the leg further still.

Jake: Aurggggh!

Devin looks down at Jake...but Jake shakes his head in anguish.

Ray: What is THAT!?
JP: A fully legal leglock.
Ray: It's not. It has to be illegal somehow.
JP: It's a double handed abbreviated boston crab. Just with supporting leg scissors. Wreckingball might not be strong enough to hold that leg with his arms alone, so he's just using his legs to help. Nothing wrong with that.
Ray: Yes there is. It's Wreckingball doing it.

Jake uses his arms, and the other leg to help crawl across the ring, slowly, as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. Exhausted, his hand grips the rope, and hangs on as if for dear life...but Wreckingball won't release the hold...he just pulls further back!

Devin: One....two....three....four....

And with a final wrench, Wreckingball releases the leg, and it flops limply to the floor. Wreckingball stands up, and rapidly stomps down on Jake's back, preventing him from standing.
Wreckingball proceeds to stamp on the twisted, weakened leg, and every stamp brings a distinct gasp of pain from Jake.

Jake heroically makes an effort to get up...but BAM! Wreckingball delivers a savage left foot crunching down on the back of his neck, and Jake sags back to the ground.

JP: Curb stomp, baby!
Ray: And you thought he was a nice guy....
JP: He is. Just not to Jake.

Wreckingball proceeds to grab Jake's legs, and starts dragging him away from the ring...but Jake kicks backwards repeatedly, forcing Wreckingball to release him.

Wreckingball then proceeds to kneel on his spine, forcing him to stay on the ground, as he shakes and stretches his left arm...to try and gain as much strength as possible for the daunting task ahead. Suddenly, Wreckingball has an idea. As he waits for the pain to subside in his left arm, he slips his right arm under Jake's right armpit, and sticks his thumb out. Into the soft, fleshy spot below Jake's Adam's apple...and silently hopes that Devin won't notice.

As soon as Devin begins to turn around, Wreckingball slips the thumb back and the arm around the back of Jake's head, now forcing Jake's head down to the mat. Jake, however, is enraged and as soon as he regains his breath, attempts to stand up. Wreckingball slides off his back and gets to his feet in response, and the men stare each other down.

Ray: Why is Wreckingball not disqualified?
JP: One bad turn deserves another...and I think Devin agrees.
Ray: He cheated!
JP: So did Jake.
Ray: But a boot to the balls isn't as bad as a thumb to the throat.
JP (with a pious tone of voice): Well, I think the Thumbspike should be legal anyway.

While the two men stare each other down...Jake feints a left hook...and follows up with a righthand slap...then a lefthand slap...then another lefthand slap...then two chops across the chest...and another slap...some more chops...finally, a backhand slap across the face. All the time, Wreckingball reacting too slow to stop him or counter...but Jake spins around for a devastating martial arts kick...and Wreckingball grabs the foot with both hands, twisting it in the direction of the kick and conserving momentum. Wreckingball drops to the floor, pulling the leg and Jake down with him.

Ray: He almost did the Diamond Rush....
JP: Stop snivelling. I thought it was a nice counter. Wreckingball couldn't stop him slapping him, but he knew about the kick, I guess he did his homework beforehand.

Wreckingball jumps to his feet...and waits for Jake. As soon as Jake begins to get up, Wreckingball launches toward him, in a brutal speartackle to the midsection, but Jake takes the tackle, wraps his arm around Wreckingball's head, and jumps. Wreckingball tackles Jake to the ground easily, but that momentum makes Jake's DDT far more powerful, and the two men go flying to the ground. The ring shakes with the impact.

Ray: I'm bored now. Say, do you think Vlad will have some popcorn left?
JP: Go ask him.
Ray: I can't think of a joke to go with that.
JP: Good.

The two men roll around on the floor....Jake trying to get up and out of the grapple, and Wreckingball trying to gain a dominant position on Jake, for some grounded strikes and holds. Wreckingball almost succeeds, but Jake slides out from underneath, gets up, and performs a functional but uninteresting legdrop upon Wreckingball's back. Jake then turns him over, rushes to the turnbuckle and climbs to the top...he jumps high...spins around, flips over and drops nicely down onto Wreckingball.....

Ray: The Prophecy! He hit the Prophecy!
JP: I hate it when he does that...

The last moment before impact....Wreckingball rolls backwards, and instead of crashing onto Wreckingball's stomach...Jake hits Wreckingball's uplifted feet. Wreckingball's legs crash back to the ground, and so does Jake, clutching his stomach with both hands. Jake rolls around in his agonies...but Wreckingball gets to his feet. Unfortunately, his weakened legs give way, and he staggers, falling to the ground.

TBC Mr. Jake Diamond.

[Jake Diamond/Pavor Nocturnus]

Jake rolls away holding his gut, while Wreckingball utilizes the ten count to get up to his feet after five. He lets Jake get up and balance in the corner, as Wreckingball himself waits in the parallel turnbuckles. HW runs at Jake at a rapid speed and jumps forward for a Stinger Splash, but at the moment of the jump Jake takes a single step forward and drives his head into Wreckingball's sternum. Human Wreckingball instantly falls and rolls away, apparently winded, as Jake Diamond blatantly attempts to remove the padding from the top turnbuckle. Devin sees the blatant illegal move and warns Jake, yet again, that anymore dirty moves will get him disqualified. Jake nods politely in agreement and Devin begins to retie the padding to the turnbuckle. The Future quickly pulls something from out of his trunks and places his mouth before spitting a white colored mist directly in an already stunned Wreckingball's face.

JP: What the hell! Jake should have been kicked out a long time ago but since the referee is utterly useless, he's still competing!

Ray: Ha ha he's raking Wreckingball's eyes and Devin doesn't see it! Why is everybody booing?

JP: Because they know as much as I do that Jake shouldn't even be here and- Standing Shining Wizard, an impressive move by a disgrace of flesh...

Ray: But what flesh! I bet a body like his goes for more than the street value of cocaine!

Jake quickly mounts on top of Wreckingball and starts choking him while continuously looking back at the referee so he doesn't get disqualified. Shortly after, Devin finishes reapplying the padding as Jake quickly changes the obvious choke to a modified Tongan Death Grip. Devin Bozz, curious about the white powder around and inside the ring, asks Wreckingball if he gives up. HW viciously screams no, but Jake releases the hold and places both of his hands on opposite sides beside Wreckingball's neck. Jake kicks his feet into the mat to raise up into a handstand but removes his right arm, so he stands solely on his left hand, and rotates himself around to lay a modified Leg Drop across Human Wreckingball's throat.

Ray: What a sexy gymnast style Leg Drop, don't you think Jimmy?

JP: I think you'd best keep your mouth shut before your "Sexy Jake" gets kicked out for being a dirty fighter.

Ray: Sorry, what did you say? All that I picked up was "your", "best", "Sexy Jake", and "dirty"...

JP: If you don't stop being perverted all you'll need to know is that this stapler I "picked up" will be lodged between your eyes...

Jake lifts Wreckingball up on all fours and places his opponents head between his legs. He stretches both his arms out to his sides, resulting in an echo of boos from the audience, as he quickly hooks both of Wreckingball's arms. He tosses HW up and plants him with a Double Underhook Powerbomb, but remains standing to quickly grab both of Wreckingball's legs and return the move into a Boston Crab.

Wreckingball gives out a loud yell while pushing both of his arms up to power out of the move but lacks power from his left arm. HW quickly studies his surroundings and quickly notices Jake's rookie mistake, his legs are too far apart from each other. Wreckingball reaches behind himself and sweeps out one of Jake's legs, before rolling backward himself by countering the Boston Crab into a Boston Crab of his own.

JP: Looks like Jake isn't so smooth now is he with that mediocre mistake...

Ray: Oh yeah well why is your beloved Wreckingball removing the move and going to the top turnbuckle?

JP: Because he knows Jake Diamond is too stubborn to tap out this early in the match so he's going to weaken him, fairy.

Ray: That's my stubborn and sexy man!

Human Wreckingball perches himself on the top turnbuckle and awaits a brutally tortured get up to his feet. Jake gets himself up to a knee and calls Devin over and asks him a simple question, but asks too quiet to make out. Devin nods in acknowledgment as Jake casually gets up to both feet, signaling a message in Human Wreckingball's head to jump. He flies at Jake for a Diving Spear, but Jake almost instinctively forcefully falls to his back and grabs Devin's belt buckle in the process. He pulls Devin Bozz forward, throwing him right in front of Human Wreckingball's Spear, who turns him inside out. HW looks down astonished at his accomplishment as Jake stealthily sneaks behind Wreckingball and waits for him to get up to his feet.

JP: Jake meant to do that and now Devin is knocked out cold... Don't turn around Human Wreckingball!

Ray: And the extra point! Jake's kick went directly through the two poles for a field goal kick... Get it Jimmy, I'm comparing Jake kicking Wreckingball in the jewels to football.

JP: Very good, and if you really pay attention you can watch me compare baseball to my hand upside your head.

Ray: I don't get- Ow! Is it a homerun?...

Jake Diamond, fueling himself off of the distraction, slides to the outside of the ring and begins his quick search for something underneath it. He pulls out two barbed wire steel chairs, complete with a diamond spray painted on them, and raises them up to show the crowd. A thunderous echo of boos erupt throughout the arena as Jake tosses them into the ring and quickly slides in himself. He steadies himself in the corner, and c*cks a chair back while stomping his foot as if he's proverbially "Tuning up the band" while Human Wreckingball slowly rises back up. HW gets up to his feet shortly after and gets a barbed wire steel chair tossed at his face, which he catches, but is unsuspectingly hit in the face with it as Jake plants a Super Kick onto the chair.

JP: Jake Diamond you sick SOB, put down that chair! Look what you did, Human Wreckingball is bleeding like a pig in a Slaughterhouse... There it is! Jake's sadistic smile is back, and at the worst possible moment!

Ray: Human Wreckingball's face looks like a piece of cheese through a cheese grater... Oh no, Jake what are you doing?

JP: He's going for a Con-chair-to on Wreckingball's left arm with those two barbed wire steel chairs, that's exactly what he's doing!

Ray: Jake, you should calm down or you'll defiantly- Oh! I think I'm going to be sick!

The crowd lets out a mercy sigh as the echo of the sound of steel-on-steel is heard throughout the arena. Blood trickles down from Wreckingball's left arm as he rolls around in severe pain, and rolls onto his right side while holding his hurt left upper-arm. Seeing another open shot, Jake smashes the chair for another time across the bloodied, and gashed arm of Human Wreckingball. Tremendous amounts of "Wreck-ing Ball *Stomp, stomp, clap, clap, clap*" and "Jake Sucks!" blare in a chorus in the arena as Jake tosses the dented barbed wire chair out of the ring at the sight of Devin slowly getting up. Jake grabs the other chair and places it on the chest of the near-unconscious Wreckingball's chest, when he quickly pulls a small razor blade from his wristband. Jake cuts his own forehead with a devilish grin across his face, as blood slowly trickles down, and falls onto his back and closes his eyes.

Devin gets up to his feet and looks at the bloody massacre in the ring and specifically looks at the barbed wire chair, then at Jake. He figures to himself "An eye for an eye," as he begins his ten count, which Jake breaks within mere seconds.

JP: Jake just lied, cheated, and possibly stole this victory from the better man, Human Wreckingball.

Ray: No, he just cleverly devised a plan to defeat the stupider one, and he looked good doing it!

JP: What are you talking about? He blatantly fooled the referee and hurt himself just to make it look good!

Ray: Well... Those tights do make his ass look a little big, but I still enjoy it... Ouch! What? What did I say?!

OOC: I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist! Lol

TBCB: Human Wreckingball

[Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos!]

Jake gets to his feet, after four seconds....but Wreckingball doesn't join him....Wreckingball lies behind Jake, apparently unconscious, with a blank, unknowing expression on his face.

Ray: Oh, Jake truly screwed him in this match.
JP: It's terrible. I might have to cry.

Devin: Five.....Six.....Seven....Eight....Nine.....What the...? This can't be happening.

Jake proceeds to look triumphant...until he feels a gentle tap on his shoulder. He spins around, bringing his hand in a slap, but Wreckingball ducks...and Jake grunts as he is grabbed around the back, and two large fists lock together on the base of his spine. Wreckingball lifts the flailing Jake into the air this way, rests him across the shoulder...then begins applying serious pressure to the spine and stomach, as Jake wriggles helplessly.

Devin watches, amused....and waits for Jake to submit. He waits a long while...and although Jake's face turns from pink...to red...to purple...the submission doesn't happen. A disgusted Wreckingball drops him to his feet....then rapidly grabs him again around the waist, locks in the same hold at the base of the spine, but jumps and lands, rolling backwards and bringing Jake down heavily on the back of the neck.

JP:Not bad, a nice suplex from Wreckingball.
Ray: Now if only Jake would hold me like that...
JP: No, I liked Wreckingball tapping his shoulder and everything. Jake's pulled out every dirty trick in the book, but Wreckingball managed to humiliate him there...

Wreckingball walks quickly over to Jake, and begins rolling his legs back over his chest. Wreckingball then sits on the legs, forcing Jake's shoulders down....and looks down at Jake's face........and then begins rubbing the bottom of his right boot in his face (making sure to grind into the place where Jake had cut himself earlier...) . This dreadful scene continues for a while....as Jake slowly tenses up, and with an almost superhuman effort, kicks out with his legs...and Wreckingball crashes to the ground.

Ray: O Jake, Jake! Wherefore art thou, my Jake?
Deny this opponent, and refuse this match!
Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love...
And I'll no longer be a White...
(With a grin) I shalt be a Diamond instead.

JP: I didn't know you liked Romeo and Juliet. I always thought it was, well...too normal for you.

Jake lies in the ring, bleeding profusely, but he crawls to the ropes, and staggers up to meet the ten-count. Wreckingball slowly gets to his feet, and the two men stare at each other with pure, unadulterated, distilled loathing. The two men move together, reluctantly....but Jake turns, runs away, jumps to the top of the nearest turnbuckle and flips backwards, over Wreckingball...wrapping his arms around his head as he lands, and bringing him crashing back-first to the ground.

JP: That was actually quite nice.
Ray is applauding....
Ray: Do you think he'll call it the Sliced Bread Number Three....?
JP: I don't know.

Wreckingball is now lying, face up, a little way away from a similarly-exhausted Jake...who is also lying down, semiconscious.

Wreckingball makes a valiant effort to get up, but Jake slides his legs across Wreckingball's arms and chest, keeping him down and buying Jake a little time to recover.

Jake remains, lying there with his legs across Wreckingball's chest, until an exasperated Devin looks down at Jake....and Jake stares boldly back up.

JP: Is he actually doing anything?
Ray: Not quite. He's stalling the match...

Eventually, Wreckingball manages to slide from under Jake's legs, and climbs to his feet...but Jake is already up, and the men continue staring each other down, still with bitter, burning hatred in their eyes.

JP: I think they just want it to be over now...
Ray: Ooh baby, I'd want to be over Jake.
JP: That's not what I meant at all, you horrid little man. I need another announcer. Did you know, I quite liked the colour purple until I met you?

The two men just keep on staring....both men feint a few punches at each other, but neither man connects with any of them.

JP: Since when did this become a game of Chicken?

Wreckingball carries on feinting punches....but watches Jake carefully. Jake leans a little forward into the next right-hand one...obviously intending to connect, but Wreckingball grabs the wrist and twists it, pulling Jake's body down, so he is bending over, with Wreckingball twisting on his wrist. Wreckingball then proceeds to slip his left arm under Jake's left armpit, through to the back of his neck....balls his fist and then pushes his fist down onto Jake's neck, keeping him in the bent-over position while controlling his right arm with the applied wristlock.

JP: Excellent amateur submission.
Ray: Gah.
JP: I've always been a fan of the half-nelson, it's underused. Everyone goes for the full one nowadays...

It doesn't last for long, as Wreckingball jumps...lifting his knees to gain as much height as possible...and crashes to the ground with the hold still applied, smashing Jake's entire arm into the mat, as well as his face. Jake screams, but luckily for his reputation, it is muffled by the mat.

Ray, however....has turned distinctly green and rushes off backstage.
JP: There can only be one thing coming now...and I know it won't be pretty. Ray's better off backstage...heck, so is Jake now I come to think of it.

Wreckingball turns Jake over onto his front...., and proceeds to drag him to the dead centre of the ring.

He places one foot on Jake's chest.......and looks up, to the thousands of fans cheering and yelling, and grins to them...as Jake looks up at him with increasing horror in his eyes. Wreckingball salutes the fans....and jumps forwards, bringing his body down onto Jake, crushing the air out of his lungs. He then proceeds to grab Jake's leg, and twist on it to turn him over. With Jake's leg in the air, he securely scissors it with both of his legs....and lies forward, along Jake's back. Wreckingball proceeds to wrap his right arm around Jake's face, covering his eyes with the arm, and hooks his right and left hands together. Wreckingball finishes....by arching his back and tensing his entire body suddenly, jerking Jake's neck back into an un-naturally painful position. Wreckingball maintains the hold for as long as he possibly can....

Ray runs back out from the bathroom....and sits down. He then notices what was happening in the ring.

JP: I said it wouldn't be pretty. I quite like it, but the Demolition Mission has always been a personal favourite finisher.
Ray: I just hope Jake makes it to a rope...

TBC Mr. Jake Diamond...

[Jake Diamond/Pavor Nocturnus]

The crowd stands in awe on their feet seeing possible history in the making as Jake lies, wearing the proverbial crimson mask, flat on his stomach locked in the painful modified STF. Wreckingball pulls back harder with fury burning in his eyes through the blood that also pours from his face, completely forgetting about his gashed open and bloodied left arm as the referee continuously asks Jake if he taps out. The submission in a seemingly relentless fashion is applied in the absolute middle of the ring as Jake looks all over for a way to get out.

A few moments pass, and neither men appear to back down from the move, until Jake attempts to pull Wreckingball's hands away from his face. The many tries to remove his hands fail, but he manages to lower HW's hands in front of Jake's mouth, when suddenly Human Wreckingball lets out a loud scream of pain. Devin Bozz, thinking Wreckingball may have sprained his own wrist, asks what's wrong but HW completely releases the submission move, with blood coming from teeth marks on HW's hand.

JP: He was biting him! It may have been effective but a dirty move none the less.

Ray: I've always loved a biter...

JP: In your line of work I'm surprised you do...

Wreckingball doesn't stay off of Jake long as he goes back onto the attack, locking Jake in his own submission move, the Sharpshooter. With sharp pains shooting through his legs and up his back, Jake squirms around the ring but is trapped in the center, as Wreckingball leans back further and further increasingly applying more pressure. Jake plants both of his hands firmly on the mat and pushes up, screaming, as he attempts to power out of the modified leg grapevine. He temporarily knocks Wreckingball off, but easily re-applies the move as the crowd continuously chants "Tap! Tap! Tap!"

Jake reaches all around him, and touches Wreckingball's foot. He instantly grabs onto the front part of HW's boot and sweeps it out, face planting Wreckingball into the mat. Using the momentum to his advantage, Jake stands up with Wreckingball's grapevined legs and locks in a modified and more painful form of the Sharpshooter. The move seems almost perfectly applied as Jake stands still and patiently waiting from Wreckingball's tap as he tries to reach forward at the ropes. With his finger hitting the bottom rope, HW thinks his in the clear when Jake takes a few steps forward locking the near perfect form of the Sharpshooter in the middle of the ring.

JP: This match is defiantly a "Match of the Year" candidate, and with Bret Hart's variation of the standing leg grapevine applied it might just be over.

Ray: See Jimmy? Now you see that Sexy Jake is as good as he says he is.

JP: Shut up, he's just a pompous and arrogant kid.

Ray: Kid? So he's underage? I'm going to need to find a new cabana boy then...

With neither men letting up, Jake rotates his free leg over Wreckingball's lower back and begins stomping away while the modified Sharpshooter continues to be expertly applied. Wreckingball lets out groans and yelps of pain after every stomp as Devin begins a five count to make Jake stop. Devin forces Jake to remove the submission after a four count, but The Future goes back on the relentless attack by dropping a stiff looking knee drop on Wreckingball's bloodied and gashed arm. HW rolls around in pain while grabbing his arm, while Jake falls back down and grabs his neck still in apparent pain from the STF.

After spending a few seconds to recuperate both men groggily get up to their feet. Wreckingball goes for a slow moving left armed punch, but Jake grabs onto his wrist mid air and ducks under the arm applying a basic Wristlock. Jake strikes with his free elbow on Wreckingball's heavily damaged bicep area forcing him to drop down to one knee. Jake raises Wreckingball up to both feet and does it two more times. Finally, Jake pulls HW up to both feet and grabs onto his bicep and pushes it forward dropping Wreckingball to the mat with a modified armdrag takedown, as Jake continues to hold onto Wreckingball's wrist standing and follows it up by dropping a leg across HW's bicep and locking in a Short-Arm Scissors.

JP: Jake's pulling at Wreckingball's wrist while his bicep and forearm are trapped between both of Jake's legs...

Ray: Enough with your mumbo jumbo, why don't you just say that Jake Diamond has this one in the bag?

JP: Because I don't think he does, he's just as beaten down as Human Wreckingball if not more.

Ray: I don't have anything to say to that... I must be having an off day...

The modified Scissors hold on Wreckingball's arm doesn't' last for long as HW rolls back onto his shoulders and wraps his own legs around Jake's neck, and whips him forward. Jake also rolls back onto his shoulders and kip-ups to his feet, breaking Wreckingball's mediocre Head scissors. Wreckingball scrambles up to his feet as the adrenaline flows and Jake immediately attempts a Shining Wizard, which gets ducked under. He kicks Jake in the gut and hooks both of his arm after placing his head between Wreckingball's legs in attempt for a Day of Wreckoning, but Jake breaks the arm hooks and lifts Wreckingball onto his shoulders. Jake tosses him up for a Go 2 Sleep, but Wreckingball sneaks out the back of it only to receive a spinning backhand followed by a Roundhouse kick. Jake runs off the ropes and returns by leveling Wreckingball out with a Busaiku Knee Kick, completing the Diamond Rush.

Devin begins his ten count as Wreckingball lays motionless, and Jake begins to stir. The count gets up to seven before Jake fully raises to his feet and Wreckingball begins to stir on the mat. Jake notices his open opportunity and quickly goes to the top turnbuckle as he waits for HW to fully recover and get to his feet. Wreckingball forces himself to get all the way up and instantly Jake takes a swan dive off of the top turnbuckle and as HW turns Jake grabs onto his head and drives him headfirst back into the ring with a DDT.

JP: If this match was a regulation match it'd defiantly be over after that diving DDT variation, but if Jake wants to win this he'll have to make Wreckingball tap out.

Ray: Gee thanks Captain Obvious, I never knew you were so inapt with everything going around you...

JP: Your lucky I don't know Kevorkian or else you might get a lethal injection...

Ray: Seeing Jake's and Wreckingball's sweaty bodies all over the ring makes me want a hot beef injection!

Jake slowly rolls Wreckingball onto his back and hooks one of his arms as the audience counts "One... Two... Three..." as Jake instantly raises his arms in victory, only to be informed by Devin the rules of the current match. Jake slowly and painfully raises up to his feet and drags Human Wreckingball, who appears to be in a comatose state, to the turnbuckles. Jake attempts to pull HW up, but is hit with a surprising and explosive Dropkick knocking Jake flat onto his back. HW, using help from the ropes, pulls himself up to his feet, and pulls Jake up to his. He grabs hold of Jake and positions him on top of the top turnbuckle and shortly and slowly follows. He places his own head underneath Jake's armpit in what looks like a Avalanche Northern Lights Suplex, but Jake quickly brings his left knee up hitting it between Wreckingball's eyes. The Future grabs Wreckingball's head and places it between his legs just before hooking both of his arms. Jake looks out into the audience with blood streaming down his face and fearlessly dives into the ring planting Wreckingball face first for a Riverside Dive. The audience lets out a cheer of excitement as both men lay unconscious in the middle of the ring when "Holy Sh*t! Holy Sh*t! Holy Sh*t!" begin, as does Devin's count.

JP: Jesus Christ! Jake just sacrificed his body to take out Human Wreckingball, and I know it didn't pay off for either of them!

Ray: I think I just ruined my favorite pair of pants...

JP: That was disgusting, and uncalled for on so many disturbing levels...

Devin gets up to a count of three with neither men moving. As the ten count reaches five Jake begins to stir a little but Wreckingball lies motionless with his bloodied head planted face first into the mat. The ref's count gets up to seven and Jake manages to sit himself up in one of the turnbuckles while Wreckingball's arms move mildly. The count finally gets up to nine before Jake stumbles up to his feet at a near ten while Wreckingball pushes his upper body up, but his legs remain almost useless. Jake sees his open opportunity and quickly heads off the ropes and plants a Big Splash with his petite frame onto Human Wreckingball's back, as he quickly rolls onto his back. Jake slowly forces himself to his feet and looks at the audience with an arrogant grin across his face before giving Wreckingball an old school crotch chop. With a thunder of boos following him, Jake grabs onto Wreckingball's leg, and turns it into a clean STF.

Jake locks his wrists together and pulls with all his might as "Jake Sucks!" chants follow him. Devin asks Wreckingball if he gives up, but he screams no at every opportunity. With blood steadily dripping onto the mat from both men's faces and the fan's behind Wreckingball, he attempts to power out of the move by using his weight advantage to fall backward onto Jake.

JP: What a disgraceful thing to do! Jake has the Demolition-Mission applied on the man who owns the move, Human Wreckingball!

Ray: It's over Jimmy, it's all over!... No!

JP: Yes! Wreckingball rolled on top of Jake, the weight and power advantage Wreckingball had was too much!

Both tired and exhausted men slowly and painfully raise up to their feet as the crowd chants for Wreckingball, and against Jake. They begin to exchange right punches back and forth in a slow and dull manner. Jake attempts another Diamond Rush by hitting stiff slaps and chops, and at the attempt for the spinning backhand Wreckingball grabs onto Jake's head from behind. Locked tightly in a Sleeper Hold, Jake reaches behind him and grabs Wreckingball's head with his right arm and brings it onto his shoulder. Jake immediately jumps up and forward, while Wreckingball leaps backward, knocking Wreckingball out on top of Jake. After being hit with a Diamond Cutter onto Human Wreckingball and a modified Sleeper Slam onto Jake Diamond, they both lie motionless as the audience claps and cheer in appreciation of the match given.

(OOC: This may be my last post so I'll just say it straight up, great match Wreckingball. If you want to make one last reply your more than welcome to but I thought it'd be great to leave it on this note, may the best man win.

-PJ)

[Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos!]

OOC: It was indeed an awesome match...I'll leave it here too.