Match 3 - Jake Diamond vs. Human Wreckingball

[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. "Jake Sucks!" chants echo from the audience as Jake casually walks out with his head lowered only wearing the Triumph Title.

LM: The following match is for the Triumph Title and I've just been informed that it is a Midnight Massacre Match. There are no disqualifications, and falls count anywhere, and you must make your opponent bleed before attempting a pin fall. Introducing first, weighing in tonight at 195 pounds and hailing from Washington, D.C. He is the current reigning Triumph Champion, Jake "The Future" Diamond!

Jake walks down the entrance stage casually as the fans all around him boo at his every step. He stops at the center of the entrance ramp and slowly raises his two hands straight up in the shape of a diamond, before sharply bringing it down into an original crotch chop. A large single explosion erupts from the entrance stage and the titantron as Jake stares into the audience with a c*cky and arrogant grin across his devious looking face.

JP: Well ladies and gentlemen, with Jake Diamond choosing the match tonight it couldn't possibly be a simple match. This match is guaranteed to have sick bumps and more gore than a Quentin Tarantino movie.

Ray: And there's going to be no double knockout tonight Jimmy, it was so sexually disturbing when they both lied unconscious on top of each other...

JP: Don't you start Ray, not this early. Especially since your suit is more brighter than usual.

Ray: Do you like it? It's so purple it's almost pink, isn't it almost as beautiful as Robert Downey Junior... Mmm Robert...

Jake stops and stands still at the foot of the ring, just before quickly hopping onto the ring apron and over the top rope with ease. He does a Shawn Michaels style of spin to the center of the ring before quickly stretching his arms to his sides, also sending off a large single explosion from each turnbuckle. With a devilish and demonic grin, Jake passes his title to the referee as he waits anxiously for his opponent.

TBCB: Wreckingball

OOC: Interesting rules eh? It's a play on the Sadistic Madness match in TNA, but this one is a no submissions, no count out, no knock out, no quit, and the only way to pin your opponent is after making them bleed. Oh I must've forgot to mention, it's a hardcore match ;D. Have fun Mr. Wreckingball...

[Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos!]

OOC: I will Jake...don't worry. You're going to be the first victim of the "Less-clean" style Demolition-Mission

Jake waits in the ring....and nothing happens.

However, beneath the ring, the entry ramp and the announcers desks, smoke machines quietly turn on, and fog begins to seep silently from beneath the ring and the entry ramp, as the arena lights slowly turn darker, fading from white, into a deep red, pulsing with orange....

The first explosion takes even Jake by surprise, as the base of the entrance ramp erupts in red and yellow pyrotechnic flames...revealing a sea of red and orange mist that eddies around the ring...

As the song "Through the Fire and Flames" is heard over the arena speakers, the Titantron lights up, showing the words...
"He knows no mercy!"

Crowd: Yay! Wreckingball! Wreckingball!

The Titantron then shows a clip of Wreckingball powerbombing Jake and pinning him....

Titantron- "And he would ask for none!"

Clip of Wreckingball being knocked out in his match against Jake instead of submitting.

Titantron- "All he knows is anger...and the desire to do what is right!"

Clip of Wreckingball in action, throwing various opponents around.

Titantron- "Join him...."

Clip of Wreckingball shaking hands with an opponent after a match.

Titantron- "Or be utterly destroyed!"

Clip shows Wreckingball thrashing Soundlab.

The Titantron then explodes into a play of reds, oranges and yellows, as a powerful stream of red, orange and yellow sparks shoots up from either side of the entrance ramp, and the Human Wreckingball steps out, to a loudly cheering audience. (He's wearing the same stuff as in the last match- New Era multicolour shirt, similar pants with "Wreckingball" and "New Era" down each leg, boots and wraparound reflective sunglasses.)

Wreckingball salutes the audience, who cheer as a long line of red, orange and yellow pyrotechnics rip along the entrance ramp, finishing in all four turnbuckles exploding in a shower of orange sparks.

Wreckingball walks down the entrance ramp, shaking hands with the fans, signing autographs, making jokes, posing for photographs and talking with them. He then gets a microphone from the ringside and jumps into the ring, while Jake glares at him.

Wreckingball: You should be celebrating, being a lying cheat's allowed tonight. I heard Devin was pretty frustrated after he watched the match replay. You've not had much luck recently, have you Jake? Last week, you made every underhand effort to win, and somehow you let it slip away. Pretty much like your "friends" in the Chamber of Death, wouldn't you say? Anyways...don't worry. Apparently, Ray has a bed big enough for both of you....

Ray: Oh yeah.
JP: .......

TBC

[Jake Diamond/Pavor Nocturnus]

OOC: I don't think you've read it correctly Mr. Wreckingball, it's pin falls only, too bad. I was looking forward to making you tap out to your own submission...

Wreckingball tosses his mic out of the ring and the referee rings the bell signaling the beginning of the match. HW starts early, advancing quickly, but Jake backs up and attempts to talk his way out. Unfortunately for Wreckingball, it works, as Jake quickly brings his middle finger into one of HW's eyes. Thanks to the dirty move to begin the match, Jake sidesteps away from Wreckingball before bringing a Super Kick into his jaw knocking him flat on his back. Jake wastes no time as he rolls out of the ring and begins his search for his needed weapons underneath. In nearly no time flat, Jake has already tossed a barbed wire chair and a light tube behind him, and just begins to pull out a 10 foot ladder. He places the ladder aside for the moment and grabs the light tube, just as Wreckingball makes his way out of the ring. Jake ducks down behind the side of the ring as Wreckingball comes around the corner, and strikes him in the midsection shattering the light tube in hundreds of pieces.

Wreckingball drops down to both of his knees and holds his stomach in pain, as Jake picks up and wields the barbed wire steel chair. Jake strikes the outside ring mats and yells at Wreckingball to stand up, and even does a few "get up" motion with his left hand as he continues to scream at Wreckingball to stand up. A few short moments pass, and Wreckingball slowly gets up to his feet, only to be knocked back down on his back as Jake smashes the chair across the top of HW's head. To the surprise of the Anti-Jake audience, the ring bell is rung a few times.

JP: Jesus, Wreckingball is already cut open after Jake smashed that combination of steel and barbed wire across his head...

Ray: Steel and barbed wire, it's a lot like leather and lace, just less kinky.

JP: Shut up, this is a disgrace. It isn't even a wrestling match, it's just one guy using everything he can to make the other participant incapacitated!

Ray: It sounds a lot like my last date, ha ha!...

As Jimmy Pate gives Ray White a smack across his head, Jake smashes the dented barbed wire chair across Wreckingball's back. HW rolls around in pain only to be hit across the lower back region with that devastating weapon two more times, creating small bloody cuts across his back. Jake tosses the severely dented barbed wire chair in front of Wreckingball as he looks down at his victim with a sick and demonic grin while the audience irrupts in "Jake Sucks!" chants. Jake goes right in front of the bloodied Wreckingball and pulls him up to his feet, reveling a fairly large cut across the upper part of his forehead. HW receives a kick to the gut before getting planted face first into the barbed wire chair with a Sit-out Facebuster, creating an even larger gash opened up on Wreckingball's forehead.

Jake sits across Wreckingball's cut up back and places him in a Camel Clutch. As a slow but steady stream of blood drips on the chair, Jake screams out to the audience "Where's your hero now?! Where the h*ll is your hero know?!" resulting in a thunderous hail of boos and "Lets go Wreckingball *Stomp, stomp, clap, clap, clap* chants. To add insult to injury, Jake keeps the submission applied with one hand and with the free hand hits stiff punches across the open and bloody wound on Wreckingball's head.

JP: Somebody stop this sick match before Wreckingball's neck gets broken in that damned Camel Clutch!

Ray: I've got a question though, why is Jake asking where the audience's hero is? It makes him seem a little crazy...

JP: Because he thinks the fans look at Human Wreckingball as a hero and Jake Diamond as a villain, which is true because Jake Diamond really is a villain.

Ray: Your just saying that because he lies about anything, he cheats at nearly everything including Candy Land, and he just happened to make all of his opponents a bloody mess... Oh wait...

Jake continues to keep a mild pressure on Wreckingball's neck as he tries to turn it into a variation of something. He turns the Camel Clutch into a mounted Half Nelson, before placing his right knee across Wreckingball's neck and face planting him into the barbed wire steel chair again. He pulls the completely destroyed chair from underneath Wreckingball's face and tosses it nearby at the time keepers table. Jake grabs hold of Wreckingball's arm and drags his lifeless body to the ladder that lays between one of the security barriers and the ring. The ladder is propped up resting on the edge of the ring and on the security barrier itself. Jake lifts Wreckingball up and places him in a Suplex position and attempts to Suplex him on the ladder but, thanks to gravity, is countered. Wreckingball lifts Jake up in the air going for what looks like a Stall Suplex, but crashes Jake's ribcage onto the ladder with a Gourdbuster.

Human Wreckingball regains his stamina as Jake lies with his mid section on the ladder. To the excitement of the crowd, HW reaches under the ring and tosses out a basic steel chair, but continues to search for another weapon. Jake uses the time given to sneakily climb on the ladder and use it to stand on like a bridge while HW slowly pulls out another steel chair. Not one to miss a beat, Jake leaps off of the ladder bridge at Wreckingball, who counters by tossing the chair at the airborne Jake's face. As the sound of steel and skull subsides and Jake lands on the outside mat, the sound of the ring bell surprises the fans once more.

JP: Human Wreckingball did it, he made Jake Diamond bleed on his own accord!

Ray: No kidding, he threw the chair where Sexy Jake got his stitches from last week! It wasn't even fair!

JP: Well if he wasn't stupid enough to cut his own forehead with a razor blade last week then he wouldn't be in this predicament now would he?

Wreckingball tosses the two steel chairs into the ring, and rolls Jake in shortly after but leaves the ladder resting on the edge of the ring and security barrier. HW slowly follows into the ring, and grabs the already dented steel chair and places it underneath Jake's left knee. He grabs the other chair and raises it high up in the air, signaling for a Conchairto to the fans delight. As Wreckingball brings the chair down, Jake pulls his leg away, only connecting steel on steel and completely missing Jake's knee. He scrambles up to his feet and Wreckingball attempts to bring the chair across Jake's face. Jake counters the chair strike by attempting a Super Kick at it, but Wreckingball sidesteps out of the way and brings the chair against Jake's fully lifted leg, smashing it directly across Jake's right knee.

Jake flops and squirms around the ring grabbing onto his right knee in absolute pain, only to be hit with the chair across his back. Wreckingball drags him back to the center of the ring and places one of the steel chairs under Jake's right knee and picks up the free chair. He brings the chair down in a fast and sharp motion fully connecting on the Conchairto. A loud scream, which seems like more of a loud moan of pain, escapes from Jake's lungs as he grabs his right leg in punishment, while Wreckingball continues to recover from the barbed wire chair attacks while he rests one arm across his bloodied and cut up back.

JP: Jake may have just been grounded, without one of his legs he's completely useless, and Human Wreckingball isn't any better. How can he utilizes the weight and height advantage without a back to hold everything up?

Ray: Wreckingball looks like he wants to finish this quickly, he's already going for a pin fall attempt...

JP: Near three count! Jake kicked out after more than two, but still less than three.

Ray: See Ray, no matter what Jake can't be pinned. After all throughtout his entire career he only got pinned after a four-on-one assault and after a Wreckingball Bomb...

A disgruntled and already pain stricken Wreckingball rolls off of Jake, and uses help from the ropes to get up to his feet. Jake shortly follows up and the two men meet in the middle of the ring, and lock up. Jake gets the best of it and places Wreckingball in a Headlock, who quickly counters the move into a Back Suplex attempt, which is back flipped out of. At full speed, Jake rushes at Wreckingball for a Busaiku Knee Kick but HW ducks underneath the move and lifts Jake onto his shoulders in a Torture Rack. After a short moment Wreckingball releases the move for a Shock Treatment, but Jake counters out of the move through the front and underhooks both of HW's arms in the process. He places Wreckingball's head underneath his arm in perfect position for a Purgatory DDT, but Jake gets pushed away into the far ropes as Wreckingball backs up against the ropes directly in front of the ladder bridge.

The excitement that radiates from the two men in the ring is heard from the audience as they stand and cheer in appreciation of the performance being put on, as Jake rests against the ropes parallel to Wreckingball with small bits of blood dripping from just above his eye. HW rests with his head hung low as the blood from his forehead almost flows and the cuts on his back drip. Jake sees his open opportunity and charges at Wreckingball, but is countered into a Back Body Drop. Unfortunately for HW, Jake lands on the ring apron right beside the ladder bridge. Wreckingball turns and swings at Jake with a punch but it's caught and he's placed in a Suplex position, while Jake reaches over the top rope and grabs Wreckingball's leg. Jake lifts Wreckingball into the air but holds it, just before jumping off the ring apron and directing Human Wreckingball's back right onto the ladder with a Stall Fisherman Suplex.

JP: Holy h*ll! The ladder is utterly broken, just like every bone in Human Wreckingball's body just might be!

Ray: But Jimmy, Jake is gasping for air, I think he winded himself when he landed on his back!

JP: Yeah but it might be worth it, he's at least moving. Wreckingball is motionless crumpled between the ladder, it's like a sandwich and the middle is the Human Wreckingball...

TBCB: Mr. Wreckingball

[Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos!]

Wreckingball lies motionless....as Jake lifts the ladder off Wreckingball and drags Wreckingball to the side of the ring, next to the ropes.

JP: What the...!?

Jake lies down, across Wreckingball's chest, lifting his legs up and hooking his feet on the second rope to increase the pressure on Wreckingball's chest and shoulders.

Referee: One...two...thr....

Wreckingball recovers enought to lift his head, neck and shoulders slightly off the mat. Jake turns and gives the referee a dirty look, as Wreckingball struggles out from underneath Jake's body. As soon as Wreckingball staggers to his feet, exhausted, Jake simply tackles him to the ground. Wreckingball wraps his arm around Jake's head though, and as soon as both men reach the ground, Wreckingball begins squeezing onto it.

Ray: Oh that was so close....
JP: A lucky escape for Wreckingball there....
Ray: Not so lucky for the rest of us though...

Wreckingball continues squeezing Jake's head with his bicep, and Jake's agonised face slowly turns a reddish-purple colour, as he struggles to escape, but fails. Suddenly, Jake's leg smashes backwards into Wreckingball's groin...and Wreckingball gasps in shock. Jake uses this moment of surprise to wrench his way out of the hold, and get back to his feet. However, he staggers as Wreckingball flails out with his legs, and one of his boots cracks loudly against Jake's shin. A thin stream of crimson oozes from the wound.

Wreckingball crawls away from Jake, before staggering to his feet. As soon as he gets up, he raises one arm in protection, as Jake charges in with a folded steel chair. Wreckingball winces as the chair impacts his elbow with enough force to dent the steel backing. Immediately, Jake raises the chair for another blow...and Wreckingball ducks out of the way, diving for Jake's left leg with both arms. Wreckingball pushes backwards on the knee, causing Jake to fall backwards.

Wreckingball struggles to hold the leg, as Jake thrashes it about, kicking out to try and dislodge Wreckingball, while Wreckingball begins methodically punching the kneecap. Most of the blows land either side of the knee, but occasionally, Jake can be heard to gasp as a blow connects to the joint. Wreckingball then gets up, and quickly stamps on the knee, digging his heel into the kneecap.

JP: Oh this is brutal.
Ray: Brutal but sexy too.

Wreckingball grins, getting an idea. He places the chair across Jake's face.....jumps...and lands both of his legs on the chair, rolling off the chair afterwards with a distint expression of agony. Wreckingball crawls to the ropes, dragging his legs behind him, and gets to his feet, using the ropes to support him, whereas Jake slowly stumbles upward, and the chair drops off him.

Jake's face a brilliant red...soaked in blood and fury, with more blood streaming from his nose, he staggers toward Wreckingball, ignoring the pain in his nose.

Wreckingball tries to move away, but Jake is too quick for him and he grabs Wreckingball's arm, dragging him back. With the other arm, he delivers an outstanding chop across the face, then a slap, and several more rapid slaps and chops from different and unpredictable angles...then a backhand chop across the chest...and then a roundhouse kick to the already-sore chest of Wreckingball. Jake tries to finish with a Busaiku kick, but Wreckingball manages to grab the leg before it impacts, and he falls to the ground. Jake pulls the leg away, and kicks into Wreckingball with a normal kick, which hits in Wreckingball's side.

Ray: He almost did it.....
JP: That knee kick would have finished Wreckingball, I'm glad it missed.
Ray: Meh. I wouldn't want to do Wreckingball anyway
JP: I was going to say that was random, but I know you Ray. Now sit down and act normal.

Wreckingball falls sidewards, and rolls away from Jake, whilst considering his next move. As soon as Wreckingball gets to his feet, Jake is upon him in a furious blizzard of slaps and punches, which Wreckingball does his best to avoid or block. Wreckingball eventually manages to grab one of Jake's arms, and Wreckingball steps behind Jake. Wreckingball slips his arm underneath Jake's arm, and pushes down on his neck, in a half nelson. Wreckingball uses his other arm to grab Jake's wrestling trunks, and lifts him as much as possible, quickly slamming him to the ground.

JP: Well that was quite good, I've not seen a half-nelson slam for a while.

Wreckingball jumps on the downed Jake's chest, and proceeds to pound his face with a veritable volley of mounted punches, working on the areas bruised earlier by the chair-assisted legdrop. Eventually, Wreckingball relents and climbs to his feet, then jumps in an attempt to splash across Jake's chest. Jake flops over, and only Wreckingball's shoulder catches against Jake's side.

Ray: Another lucky escape for Jake there...
JP: This is proving to be a very entertaining match.
Ray: It is. The fans are lucky to see sexy sexy Jake.
Jimmy shakes his head in disapproval....

After a while of lying motionless, both men crawl to opposite corners and stare hatefully at each other across the ring. Wreckingball with a despairing, exhausted expression appears to stagger back into the centre of the ring, and Jake charges in for the kill triumphantly...however, Wreckingball steps neatly to one side, and sticks out his leg, tripping Jake, to the general merriment of the crowd, who begin cheering as Jake sprawls to the mat.

Crowd: Wreckingball! Wreckingball!

Wreckingball quickly turns Jake over, onto his front...and steps on his chest with one foot to keep him down. Wreckingball salutes to the crowd, who cheer...and quickly jumps up in the air, landing his body flat across Jake's chest, who convulses in pain. Wreckingball grabs one of his legs, with both hands and begins turning him over onto his back. After scissoring Jake's leg with his own legs, Wreckingball then wraps his left arm around Jake's throat, and slips his right arm under Jake's right armpit, locking his right hand onto the arm around Jake's throat, securing it tightly. Wreckingball then arches backwards, pulling back on Jake's throat with his arms, while Jake's face slowly darkens from pink....to red....to purple...

JP: That's impressive. I heard he'd created a variation on one of his finishers, for use in hardcore matches where disqualification wasn't a problem...but I didn't think it was that good. Hey Ray, Jake's going the colour of your suit!
Ray: Oh Jakey! Jakey!

Before Jake loses consciousness, Wreckingball releases the pressure on his throat, and lets Jake flop to the ground. Wreckingball looks into his eyes, and covers his chest for the pin.

Referee: 1.........2.......

Jake thrashes with his whole body...and it is just enough to dislodge Wreckingball slightly, and raise one shoulder off the mat...

TBC Mr. Diamond.

[Jake Diamond/Pavor Nocturnus]

Wreckingball falls backward and sits down in disbelief that Jake managed to kick out after being choked out. HW crawls away to regain his consposure and allows Jake to regain his while the fans seperatley cheer and chant random things. Jake manages to get up to his feet, but is given a stiff boot to the mid section then recieves stiff punches to the back of his head. Wreckingball lifts Jake's head up and is unsuspectingly hit with a stinging chop to his chest which is continued with a combo of slaps and chops. He spins around and connects with a backhand slap which is followed up with a Roundhouse kick, and quickly follows it up by heading off the ropes. Finally, Jake connects with a Busaiku Knee Kick sending Wreckingball flat on his chest, but with adrenaline pumping Jake manages to push himself up to his feet. He lifts Wreckingball off the mat and right onto his shoulders and drops the Fireman's Carry onto a high knee to the face and falling down to the mat with Wreckingball after a Go 2 Sleep.

The fans in the arena count for a ten count, since the referee's is useless, and to the surprise count of five Jake kip ups to his feet resulting in a chorus of boos. Jake stumbles a few steps, still obviously suffering from the modified Demolition-Mission, but immediately rolls out and begins his search for another weapon from underneath the ring.

JP: Jake just tossed out two steel chairs and four light tubes wrapped in barbed wire, and yet he's still searching for something. What sadistic thoughts could be raging like wildfire through Jake's mind?

Ray: Why do you think he's always got a sick and demented mind? He's probably already used up all of his...

JP: I'm... I'm a, a speechless. Why in God's name would he ever need a 20 foot ladder? It's basically the length of the bloody ring!

Ray: That is the second biggest thing I've ever seen anybody lift, the first was when Ron Jeremy gave me a visit.

Jake props the ladder up against the ring and simply stares at it with a satanic look, right before sliding it into the ring. He also tosses the two basic steel chairs in and follows it up by sliding into the ring with the four barbed wire light tubes. He props the ladder up against the far turnbuckle, facing the announce table, while he sets up the two chairs facing each other in the center of the ring. Over the gap between the two chairs Jake places in the light tubes, apparently creating a light tube table, but takes far too much time when he's hit with a devastating dropkick from Human Wreckingball. Jake lays motionless while Wreckingball stands above him and starts to stomp a proverbial mud hole into Jake's gut, as the audience counts with him up to 25. With a distinct amount of momentum in his favor, Wreckingball goes to the top turnbuckle and perches himself atop of it.

As Jake begins to stumble up to his feet, the anticipation kills Wreckingball who remains perched on the top turnbuckle be he manages to hold his position. Once Jake fully manages to get to his feet, Human Wreckingball flies off the top and connects with a Diving Spear into Jake's abdomen. He holds him in place for the pin while he counts with his fingers.

JP: Only a two count! For the first time in awhile, I think we're watching a furious Human Wreckingball! He stamping away at the mat like a child.

Ray: How did Sexy Jake kick out of that? He's not called the 30 minute man for nothing, and it has absolutely nothing to do with wrestling! Ha ha!

JP: I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that...

A furious Wreckingball drags Jake over to the barbed wire light tube table and pulls Jake up to his feet. Wreckingball grabs hold of Jake's head and places it between his legs, and lifts him high up into the air in a Powerbomb position. Jake's back bounces off the mat and Wreckingball immediately lifts him back up in a lifting Chokehold and hovers him above the light tube table. Unfortunately for him, Jake counters the ending of the Wreckingball Bomb by digging his thumbs into Wreckingball's eyes and landing on the other end of the light tubes. Jake quickly shoves Wreckingball's head between his legs and underhooks both of his arms, while he hovers above the barbed wire light tube table. Despite unfortunate circumstances, Wreckingball is hit with a Double Underhook Powerbomb onto the barbed wire covered light tubes, shredding his already cut up back onto the glass and sharp edges.

After a moment to rest, the self proclaimed "Hardcore Hero" drags Wreckingball up to his feet and revealing his completely bloodied back as small pieces from the light tube stick out. With sadistic thoughts his weapon of choice, Jake brings a quick knee into Wreckingball's jaw just before tossing both of the near perfect conditioned steel chairs out at the announce table. Jake rolls out of the ring and searches for yet another weapon from under the ring.

JP: Jesus Christ it could have been over right here is Jake would have just held the pin after that Powerbomb variation, but no he had to try and succeed in being the sickest SOB ever, congratulations...

Ray: Calm down Jimmy, do you want a back rub?

JP: No I don't want a damn back rub and- What the hell do you want Jake? Get that bucket of whatever out of here!

Jake stares with a sadistic and demonic grin on his face deeply at Jimmy, just before throwing some salt from the bucket into his face. With a childish laugh Jake leaves Jimmy and Ray and slides back into the ring, with his bucket of salt in hand, just as Wreckingball begins to get back up. Jake hits a stiff stomp to the side of Wreckingball's face just before pouring the entire bucket of salt onto Wreckingball's back. As the salt enters the open wounds and into his blood stream, Human Wreckingball lets out terrifying screams of pain while Jake stands back with a demonic grin at his "masterpiece". With the ring almost entirely filled with barbed wire, broken glass, and salt, Jake just hits some stiff kicks to Wreckingball's gut forcing him to rolls his back onto the harsh weapons inside the ring.

Feeling that his work is nearly completed, Jake grabs the ladder and positions it inside the ring, but exactly in front of Ray and Jimmy's announce table. Jake, instead of going up the ladder, heads to the top turnbuckle and signals for The Prophecy onto Human Wreckingball.

Ray: The Prophecy is about to be fulfilled!...

JP: No! He brought his knees up, Jake’s ribcage landed right on Human Wreckingball’s exposed knees!

Ray: It can’t end this way Jimmy it just can’t!

JP: It’s just about to Ray and you can’t do- Only a two count! The athleticism being performed in the ring tonight is absolutely incredible.

Both men slowly get up to their feet, falling numerous times on the way up, and they begin to exchange right punches. Jake gets the upper hand and tries to hit a huge haymaker, but it’s caught by Human Wreckingball and countered into a DDT. The Future rolls around and flops all over the ring in pain as the salt seeps into the open wound in his nose and right above his eye, while HW uses the moment to take a breather. HW gets a quick idea as Jake just begins to get up, as he grabs the long strand of barbed wire from the remains of the light tube table and strikes Jake across the back with it. He quickly wraps one end of the barbed wire around one of Jake’s ankles and places the same foot in a Stepover Toehold. Wreckingball grabs the other end of the barbed wire and wraps it around Jake’s forehead and pulls back, for a deadly modified form of the Demolition-Mission.

Jake scream in out loud in pain as the barbed wire digs across his forehead and scraps against his ankle while Wreckingball, seemingly mildly hurt from the wire digging into his own leg, continues to pulls back with all of his might. To the delight of the fans Jake’s hand strikes the mat rapidly signaling the tap out, as Wreckingball immediately releases the hold and raises his hands in victory.

Ray: Wait, I thought this was a pin falls only match.

JP: It is, the bell didn’t even ring and Wreckingball doesn’t look too happy about what the referee is telling him.

Ray: Well I’m sure you wouldn’t either if you were mounting Jake and you thought you had to get off.

JP: And you would know this how? Never mind, don’t answer that, fairy.

Wreckingball rolls himself out of the ring after an argument with the referee and pulls Jake out with him. He grabs the chair closest to the announce table which was tossed out and strikes Jake across the side with it, just before removing everything from the announce table. Wreckingball grabs the chair and drops it in front of himself, right beside the table, and drags Jake on top of it. Jake is pulled up to his feet and his head is placed between HW’s legs just before getting both of his arms underhooked but, unfortunately for Human Wreckingball, Jake snaps his head up and drives it into HW’s groin. Jake pulls his head out and manages to hold himself onto his feet and notices Wreckingball’s head above the chair. He quickly places HW’s head underneath his armpit and underhooks both arms, and wastes no time connecting with the Purgatory DDT onto the chair. Jake gets up to his feet slowly and in a stumbling manner when he suddenly looks at the sights around him with a large grin, first at Wreckingball, then at the exposed announce table, then at the 20 foot ladder already facing the table inside of the ring, and finally at the fans.

Human Wreckingball is dragged onto the announce table, apparently in a comatose like state, then Jake directs a crotch chop at his just before slowly makes his way into the ring. With the fan’s cheers for sheer excitement echoing at a tremendous state, Jake begins his long climb up the ladder. He finally reaches the top, but has to sit at the very top rung, and rest his feet about two rungs below it. Perched high atop the large ladder, Jake raises his hands up in the shape of a diamond while he looks down at Human Wreckingball. After moments of intense anxiety, Jake takes a huge jump off of the third highest rung and with his elbow extended. Everybody in the arena jumps to their feet and cheer as soon as Jake’s picture perfect Diving Elbow crashes onto Human Wreckingball’s chest and completely crushing the table. The two men lay completely motionless while an extreme chorus of “Holy Sh*t! Holy Sh*t! Holy Sh*t!” chants echo from the vast attendance.

JP: I’m absolutely stunned; ladies and gentlemen you’ve witness history here tonight. 20 damn feet…

Ray: It had to be more Jimmy, did you see the elevation and distance, that was absolutely incredible with sexy results.

TBCB: Mr. Wreckingball

[Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos!]

Jake impacts his elbow into Wreckingball's chest, and rapidly, a dreamy, serene expression appears on Wreckingball's face, while Jake gasps and his eyes roll backwards into his head.

The seconds drag onwards into minutes, and neither man moves...the tens of thousands of fans watch, worriedly.

JP: I don't think Wreckingball cared much about that elbow to the chest...but I think he might when he wakes up. I can't tell whether he's injured seriously or not, but I'm guessing it will hurt like hell.
Ray: Look at my poor Jake's arm! It's bent out of place!
JP: I don't know what would be worse...a fractured arm or a broken rib. All I know is, if Wreckingball remembers this, he is going to work that arm for all it's worth.

After two minutes of silence, Wreckingball is seen to retch violently, and flops back into semi-conciousness. A little while passes, and Jake staggers to his feet, but collapses back to the floor. He slowly drags himself over to Wreckingball, and slaps Wreckingball across the face, until Wreckingball appears to regain full conciousness. Jake leers into his face, and lies down on his chest....pinning Wreckingball, but also forcing him on the various remnants of light tubes, grains of salt and other small, unpleasant surprises that liberally scatter the ring.

Referee: 1.................2..........

Wreckingball shakes violently, and manages to lift a shoulder off the mat...just long enough for the referee to notice...and then collapses back to the ground again. Jake attempts another pin, but with a supreme exertion of effort, Wreckingball manages to lift his shoulders out of it, dislodging Jake.

JP: Self-defeating really. Jake had chance to pin Wreckingball without him noticing.

Wreckingball lifts further, and Jake leaves the ring in disgust. Wreckingball grabs a chair and unfolds it, leaning on the back of it for support, and begins thinking...and watching, whilst Jake continues rummaging around underneath the ring for some other new and sadistic piece of weaponry. As Jake continues underneath the ring, Wreckingball smiles to himself, and begins looping barbed wire around his fingers. He gasps at the pain, the first time, but carries on wrapping the barbed wire around his hands. He takes a half-empty bucket of salt, and begins scooping up shards of broken light tubes, dropping those into the bucket too...and waits for Jake to emerge, listening for sounds of his exit.

After a short while, a small, manic giggle can be heard, and Jake begins to emerge from underneath the ring, brandishing a long, thin section of steel pipe. As soon as he gets up from underneath, his demented, triumphant expression is replaced by one of hatred, surprise and agony, as Wreckingball hurls the bucket at his face.

Although Wreckingball's aim is off, the bucket clips his shoulder, dumping its unpleasant load onto his shoulder and torso. Jake's reaction is predictable...he charges into the ring, swinging his pipe at Wreckingball, who grabs a steel chair, and concentrates on blocking as many of the blows as possible with the chair. A couple of blows impact on Wreckingball's shoulder, and his face convulses in pain, but he continues blocking the shots and distracting Jake.

Suddenly, Jake appears to lose all interest in the pipe...as the heel of Wreckingball's boot steps smartly and firmly down onto Jake's foot. Wreckingball follows this through by dropping the chair and yanking the pipe out of Jake's hand. Wreckingball gasps with agony as he does so...and the barbed wire around his fists cuts into his skin. Wreckingball then gives everything he's got, a long flurry of punches with both fists, that Jake is hard pressed to block...even the blocked punches cause Jake's eyes to roll in pain, as the wire barbs rip into his flesh again...and again.

Ray: I can't bear to watch.
JP: I thought you liked this sort of thing...
Ray: Only when Jake's doing it.

Eventually, an exhausted Wreckingball backs away from Jake...who likewise takes the chance to back off and think about his next ploy to win...whilst Wreckingball simply concentrates on remaining conscious, while slowly unwrapping the barbed wire from his hands. Wreckingball notices the steel pipe at his foot, and kicks it out of the ring, where it clatters to the bottom of the apron.

JP: Muhammad Ali did say...there are more pleasant things to do than beat up people. I think these two men disagree with him.
Ray: Hah. Well, I think Wreckingball's just some random street hooligan, and Jake's putting him in his place.
JP: Reality's that way, Ray.

The two men continue doing very little, and glaring at each other, when a small bell rings in the background.

JP: Well...this match has lasted for fifteen minutes and there's no winner yet? I have more important things to do tonight.

Wreckingball suddenly staggers, collapsing to his knees...and Jake rushes in to finish the match, bringing his leg backwards, for a powerful knee strike to Wreckingball's face. However, Wreckingball dodges it, and grabs the leg, pulling it out from underneath Jake, who sprawls to the floor, landing on the mat and screaming in pain, as more light tube splinters embed themselves into him. Wreckingball crawls onto his chest...but instead of going for a pin, Wreckingball reaches down and uses his fingers to hold Jake's windpipe closed for a little while. Wreckingball releases it before Jake loses consciousness, and allows him to grab a breath, before repeating it, staring into Jake's eyes and grinning the whole time.

JP: That's nasty.
Ray: I know, my poor Jake!
JP: He deserves it, but it's still nasty.

Wreckingball then repositions himself for a pin, lying across Jake's chest, and reclining relatively comfortably, whilst wriggling around in an attempt to drive more splinters of glass or salt grains into Jake's back...

Referee: 1................2...........

TBC

[Jake Diamond/Pavor Nocturnus]

To the surprise of everyone in the arena, Jake shoots his arm straight up after a two count putting even more frustration in Human Wreckingball. He keeps his cool though, and rolls Jake onto his stomach just before mounting on his back and locking in a Double Chicken wing Camel Clutch variation, forcing Jake's face into the mat. Not applying complete pressure, Wreckingball uses the moment to catch his breath without the worry of Jake. After a few moments in the mediocre submission move, Wreckingball changes his hold into a Full Nelson and pulls Jake up to his feet in the process. Jake squirms around from the pain and takes a walking start toward the furthest set of ropes, but as he nearly gets to them Wreckingball drives him backward into a pin from the Dragon Suplex. To another loud surprise, Jake rolls one shoulder out.

HW stunned, and obviously shocked slowly raises himself to his feet and lays a handful of stomps to Jake's face before going for another pin fall attempt, as Jake kicks out yet again after a two count. With blood loss being an obvious factor, Wreckingball goes for two more pin attempts, and Jake kicks out two more times after a two count.

JP: What will it take from Human Wreckingball to put Jake Diamond away? He's done almost everything!

Ray: Not everything...

JP: No Ray, Wreckingball won't let you pin Jake for him.

Ray: But I swear it'll work, Sexy Jake'll become lifeless as soon as I rest my body on top of his...

Wreckingball takes his time to get to his feet as the thousands in attendance cheer his name. As soon as he gets up, he immediately drags Jake up his feet and drops him with a DDT, but keeps the Front Facelock applied and also locks in a Body Scissors to add to it. Jake's arms flail around aimlessly as Human Wreckingball attempts to choke him out, even going so far as to drive his thumb into The Future's throat. The body in Wreckingball's grasp eventually goes limp, and he rolls him over for another pin to finally end this demented match but Jake almost flops around forcing himself just enough off the mat the raise up his shoulders. Infuriated, Wreckingball stands up and hits countless amounts of stomps all over and around Jake's body.

HW gets hold of Jake's head and pulls him up, just before lifting him onto his shoulders and locking in a perfect form of a Torture Rack. He attempts to walk around to gain further momentum, but is far too weak and stumbles a few steps. The devious modified form of the Canadian Backbreaker doesn't stay in place for long as he drops onto his knees and nearly dislodges Jake's spine with a Shock Treatment.

JP: There it is, there's the move that finished this match... No Human Wreckingball what do you need under the ring, just pin him!

Ray: Well if it's anything that I think it has to be kinky and... It's a light tube! No that's Jakey's weapon, just put it down!

JP: It appears as though Jake is about to get a piece of his own medicine from the florescent light tube.

Wreckingball slides the light tube in the ring and looks around for a weapon inside of the ring already, but doesn't notice Jake reaching into his boot for something. HW finally sees what he wants and grabs the steel pipe, and tosses it by the light tube. Jake is dragged over on his chest to the two weapons, obviously concealing something, and is hit with a couple stiff stomps to the back of his head. HW grabs Jake's head and pulls him up to two knees, and is hit with unfortunate circumstances as Jake sharply brings the ice pick he was hiding into Wreckingball's thigh. A loud and echoing horror picture like scream irrupts from Human Wreckingball as Jake continues to further and further dig the large spike into Wreckingball's leg muscle. After seconds of torture, Jake tosses the pick out of the ring and Leg Sweeps Wreckingball's feet right under him, as he holds the open and deep wound in absolute agony.

Minutes pass that seem like eternity as both men lay flat out, Jake just to catch his breath as he lies lifeless on his chest, and Wreckingball gripping his left leg as a steady stream of blood drains from the open wound that was created from the pick. The fans continue to stand on their feet and cheer in appreciation in the performance put on by these two men, when Jake begins to make the first move.

JP: Jake is up; it has to be over now no one could survive brutality that has been put on display tonight.

Ray: Oh no Jakey fell back over, and he's rolling under the ring?

JP: No Ray he's getting something else, that sick son of a b*tch makes Vlad look like Mother Theresa... You've got to be kidding me!

Ray: Yes Jimmy, it's a Table and lighter fluid! We're going to see some fireworks, and it'll be beautiful!

With a sick grin, Jake slides the Table into the ring and pulls out a book of matches from his tights and places them in the corner with the lighter fluid just before sliding into the ring after the table. He leaves it laid out completely straight, as he pushes the huge 20 foot ladder out of his way and out of the ring over the top rope. Despite an ice pick to his left leg, Wreckingball manages to get himself up to his feet, with assistance from the ropes, in Jake's long absence. Jake almost immediately sees this and grabs the light tube, while Wreckingball picks up the lead pipe. Jake looks at his light tube thoughtfully and then at a near horrified Wreckingball with a grin, putting the realization into both men's mind that Jake is the master of his current weapon.

Wreckingball takes the first swing going for Jake’s midsection, but he hops out of the way and attempts to bring the light tube across the back of HW’s head. It gets ducked and the pipe is swung at Jake’s ankles but he hops over it. The light tube is attempted to be brought across Wreckingball’s arm, but the pipe gets in the way shattering the light tube in hundreds of pieces. Jake looks at Wreckingball and as the pipe is swung for his midsection, Jake springboards off the middle rope to dodge it. HW immediately swings the pipe with one hand at Jake as soon as he lands but yet again Jake ducks under it and counters it into a German Suplex with a release. Both men lay flat on their backs completely exhausted from the match, as the crowd continuously cheers and chants for Wreckingball.

JP: Good form in that German Suplex, but I think it just killed the will of both men.

Ray: Not Jake, you can’t kill him he’s invincible, with sexy results!

JP: I’m just going to ignore you from here on out for the rest of that night.

Ray: So the silent treatment? My man did that but I was simply irresistible, don’t you think Jimmy? Jimmy? Oh that’s just mean…

Jake gets up to his feet first and sees an open opportunity to work on Wreckingball’s back and legs. He lifts up both of HW’s legs and places one of his legs over then grapevining both of HW’s legs together around Jake’s own leg. He turns over then pulls back with all of his might, putting a full lockdown on the Sharpshooter, as he screams at a squirming Wreckingball to tap out. With all the strength in his upper body, Wreckingball pulls himself to the ridiculously close set of ropes and grabs on. The referee gets right into Jake’s face and does a five count but well exceeds it as Jake continues to scream “Tap!” to Wreckingball who is grabbing onto the ropes with all might. Knowing he can’t disqualify Jake, the referee attempts to pull him off of HW, but he doesn’t budge until he fully releases the submission from his own doing.

Jake stumbles off of Wreckingball and grabs hold of one of the legs to drag him near the middle of the ring, on all the salt and shards from the light tube. To the down right disgrace of Human Wreckingball, Jake locks in none other than the Demolition-Mission. With the STF version of the move fully applied in the center of the ring, obviously not wanting to force a knock-out, Jake screams over and over to Human Wreckingball to tap out. With each pull, the pressure being put on his neck exceeds it's limit, giving Wreckingball has no choice other than to smack his hand to the mat, to the delight of Jake, but he keeps to move locked in possibly hoping to snack HW’s neck. At a quick sighting Wreckingball notices the lead pipe is almost touching him, so he grabs the pipe and swings it behind him, clocking the pipe across Jake’s face who immediately releases the Demolition-Mission.

JP: Great way to get out of that move, now he can pick up the win right here.

Ray: But both of them are nearly knocked out, how could he pin Jake like this?

JP: Many ways, the will of a man flat on his back to finish this is amazing, you wouldn’t know anything about this now will you?

Ray: I told you that you couldn’t keep the silent treatment on me, ha ha!

With Jake completely knocked out, Wreckingball sees a great way of finishing the match and crawls out of the ring. After mere seconds of looking Human Wreckingball grabs a fire extinguisher and slides it into the ring shortly followed by himself. He uses the majority of his time to get up to his feet, and in the meantime Jake manages to get up to two knees. Using the full brunt of the attack, Wreckingball swings the extinguisher and connects it on Jake’s lower back region. HW rolls across Jake’s chest for the win, but lifts his head after a two count to completely confuse the fans, which all becomes clear as Wreckingball grabs the table. He sets it up near one of the sets of turnbuckles and drags Jake over to them too. Jake is placed to set perched atop of the top turnbuckle, possibly in a Superplex attempt, but Wreckingball notices something else wrong with the equation and he passes the referee the dented fire extinguisher.

With supreme hatred for his enemy fueling him, Human Wreckingball grabs the lighter fluid and matches in the corner and passes the referee the matches just before pouring all of the lighter fluid on the wooden tabletop. HW explains to the referee when he tells him to, to light the table on fire just before going to the middle turnbuckle to where Jake is already seated on top. To Wreckingball and everyone’s absolute shock, as HW gets to the middle turnbuckle he’s received with a stiff seated Roundhouse kick but is held on as Jake stands atop the top turnbuckle. He places HW’s head between his legs and underhooks both of his arms, as he glares at the referee signaling for him to light the table. As the lit match is dropped onto the table it ignites a huge flame as Jake jumps off and plants Wreckingball face and upper chest first onto the flames and the table with a Riverside Dive. The audience completely irrupt in “Holy Sh*t! Holy Sh*t! Holy Sh*t!” chants as the referee puts out the left over flames with the fire extinguisher, and as Jake rolls Wreckingball on his back and attempts a three count on the remains of the burning table.

TBC

[Vladimir T. Strife]

Match Over