Wreckingball invites Giordano out.

[Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos!]

The arena lights dim to red, and eventually to black......as "Ok, time for plan B" by Enter Shikari begins to play...

Some electronic noises can be heard...then guitar as the words "One Hundred Percent Destruction" appear on the Titantron....
As the lyrics "Let this battle commence! One last time!" are heard, flashes of the Human Wreckingball performing a variety of painful looking moves are shown on the Titantron, with interleaved black screens bearing words....
"He knows no mercy"
"And he would ask for none."
"All he knows is anger and the desire to do what is right."
"Join him or be utterly destroyed!"

All of this time, the now-familiar mist has been pumping invisibly out into the ring, and the ringside and lower entrance ramp is rapidly filling with an apparently bottomless stage mist, as only a few pinpoint red spotlights wander among the crowd...

The last screen fades at 3:50 of the song, and the arena is completely dark, until....
Speakers: "OKAY! TIME FOR PLAN B!"
The Human Wreckingball steps out from behind a sudden eruption of red pyro at the top of the entrance ramp...

The crowd suddenly begin cheering much more loudly....
Crowd: Yay! Wreckingball! Wreckingball!
The Human Wreckingball steps out and raises his arms to the crowd, grinning....and a long set of eruptions roar along the entrance ramp, culminating in the turnbuckles erupting in red and orange pyrotechnics! The arena lights turn up, to a bright red, illuminating the sea of mist with a red light.

Wreckingball looks out, at the crowd. He is wearing a pair of reflective sunglasses, a black sleeveless vest with a red and yellow flame design, black baggy wrestling pants and boots, all with the same design.

The music continues playing, as Wreckingball descends the ramp into the ring, shaking hands with as many fans as possible, joking with them and signing autographs too.

Wreckingball eventually gets into the ring, as the music fades out.

Wreckingball: Yo, what's up, beloved GHW fans?
(The fans cheer).
Wreckingball: I think so too, ya know. I heard that a legend of GHW has returned here from a sabbatical of some sort....I sincerely hope he enjoyed his break. Now this is a great legend of this company, and a great musician as well. I would like to invite Mr. Jazz himself out here tonight, and ask him for a Saturday Night Revelation match in the not too distant future!

(The fans carry on cheering)
Wreckingball jumps up onto a turnbuckle and waits for Giordano to appear...or not.

TBC

[Jake Diamond/Pavor Nocturnus]

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" and "U.S.A." chants echo from the audience as Jake casually walks out with his head lowered draped in an American flag and wearing the Triumph title around his waist.

JP: Why is that damned glory hog coming out here? We all know Jake hates both Giordano and Wreckingball, but he wasn't even mentioned!

Ray: I don't understand why your complaining, who needs old and useless Fighty fighty persons, when you can have the vital and always sexy "Future"?

He continues down the stage casually but stops at the center of the entrance stage. Jake looks up at the very pissed Human Wreckingball with a large and c*cky grin, before stretching his arms to his sides, spreading the flag across his back and shoulders. The action ignites a huge explosion from the titantron and entrance stage as Jake continues down the ramp. He stops at the foot of the ring and passes his flag to a nearby stage hand, and turns to look at a fan yelling at him who happens to be wearing a "Human Wreckingball T-shirt". Jake turns to him and points to his own jaw before spitting in the fans face and doing a quick, old school crotch chop. Wreckingball, obviously furious, holds his tongue as Jake slides into the ring and grabs a mic.

JD: The Present, and Future of Wrestling... has Arrived!

A mixed reaction of cheers and boos are the reply, but mainly boos as Jake smiles with a devious grin and lipping the words "You want this?" as he points to the Triumph Title.

JD: Now I sure as h*ll don't have any idea what your up to but I do know one thing, we are far from done Mr. Wreckingball. I'm not sure if you thought calling out a ring veteran and completely ignoring your usually smug comments to The Coven would fix anything, or if you just plum got the intelligence of a jar of mayonnaise, just like many of the retarded, inbreeding, wife beating hillbillies in the arena tonight...

JP: If the audience didn't like Jake Diamond before they certainly don't... and yet he still has a small amount of fan support? Something is defiantly wrong with this picture.

Ray: What's so wrong about it? Everybody knows that Jake is far more talented and better looking...

HW: Jake... You should recognize that this, and the world, doesn't revolve around you.

JD: No, but there is one thing that the world revolves around, gold. Come on Human Wreckingball, you know you want a piece of hardware like the one around my waist. It's killing you inside and not only I, but everyone worldwide knows it. So right here, right now I'm sending my challenge to you and you only. At the next Gods and Heretics Pay-Per-View, Jake Diamond versus Human Wreckingball for the Triumph Title, one time only. Just think about.

The entire arena bursts into cheers at the challenge. Jake throws the mic into the crowd, and removes the title around his waist. He points at the title, then at Human Wreckingball, then at his head signaling the phrase "think about it". Jake raises the championship into the air on last time before putting one foot out of the middle rope when he is interrupted.

TBCB: Human Wreckingball or Giordano Jazz only!

OOC: Sorry, I just couldn't resist

[Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos!]

Wreckingball speaks, quietly....

Wreckingball: Firstly....I would like to offer a sincere apology to you.
(Jake looks surprised and not a little smug...)
Wreckingball: Not you, you idiot, the guy you spat at. This is someone who I spoke to less than five minutes ago on the way out here, so I do apologise desperately for Joke...I mean, Jake's behaviour.

(Jake loses the smugness and looks rather irritated)

JP: Is this sincere or just a chance to make Jake look bad?
Ray: Jake did a good job of looking bad anyway, so I think it's sincere.
JP: I can't believe you said something normal.
Ray: I mean, bad in a good way, ooh yes.

Wreckingball: Jake.....I don't really want to fight you for the title. I want to fight you....to put your smug and over-used a** into hospital! But I can do that anytime. I don't book the matches, so it's not up to me whether I have a match against you at the next pay per view. Just remember....the title's not all that important to me at the moment...what is important, is letting my fans- and especially this fan....*The spotlight shifts onto the fan Jake spat at. He is cleaned up...*...see you dragged out of the ring on a stretcher!

The crowd begin cheering.
Wreckingball: And do you know why I can do that to you Jake? Because....I am the Human Wreckingball!
Crowd: And you're scheduled for demolition!

(Wreckingball looks a little surprised at this)
JP: I don't think even Wreckingball expected that...
TBC?

[giordano]

JD: Ha doesn't seem you'r ...

Suddenly "Can you feel the Jazz!" blasts out of the stereo interrupting Jake, who looks anoint at the entrance area. ‘Back in Town’ by Matt Dusk starts to play. An orange and purple light show lights the entrance area. The Titron starts to flicker the letters F t J in orange on a black background. Then a movie starts to play showing Jazz executing his finishers and signature manoeuvres and smiling a lot. When the trumpets start playing Giordano walks out wearing his normal outfit except his purple wristbands are replaced by a red, white, and blue one and a blue one with yellow stars. The crowd chants F t J! Jazz stands still at the entrance ramp. He looks at Jake and Wreckingball and smiles. He then spreads his arms …

Giordano & the crowd: Feel … the … Jazz!

JP: It looks like Giordano is getting the hang of the upcoming War of the Worldz pay per view, with his Dutch and European wristbands.

Ray: Some one should tell him that those wristbands really don’t fit to the rest of his outfit. It really screams make over!

JP: Well after this very interesting side-bar, let’s get back to business. Giordano isn’t here to model, he’s here to answer Wreckingball. Even though our Future, Jake is a lot more interesting.

Giordano raises the microphone he brought with him.

GJ: Jake, Jake, Jake what is wrong with you’re hearing? Are you mister Jazz?

JD: No, but ...

GJ: Exactly NO! Wreckingball invited me out here, not you. I was probably going to be challenged to a little match by him. I quote “ask him for a Saturday Night Revelation match in the not too distant future”. Maybe that confused you thinking you’re the future and you thought I’m here why does he say I’m not here? And thought you had to come out and challenge him. But Diamond boy your presents is not really needed.
Now Wreckingball although I thank you for calling me a legend, I don’t really think that’s in place quit yet, but who knows what the future holds for us. *Jake raises his mic* Shut up Jake, not talking to you! But my guess is this audience first wants you to face Jake and it doesn't matter wether your ready or not. But both of you be ready, because my crystal ball tells me we will be meeting each other not far from now. So prepare you’re self to Face the …

The crowd: Music!

GJ: Music!

(((TBCB Jake or Wreckingball)))

[Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos!]

Wreckingball looks a little thoughtful at Giordano's statement....

Wreckingball: Listen....let me tell you something. The audience don't want me to face Jake....they want me to beat him to a pulp so they don't have to watch his dreadful promos or his even more dreadful matches, I mean, the guy only wins when there's a light tube to hand, or when he gets help from his "special friends".

Ray: Can that guy not leave Jakey-wakey alone...?
JP: He did ask for it....

Wreckingball: I'm definately going to fight Jake soon enough, and whatever happens, he is going to regret running his mouth off. I didn't ask for him to come out here though. I came out here to ask you for a match, I mean, it's doing both of us a favour. You're just returning from an extended break, and you need as many matches as possible to get back into things. And I have only been here three months, I need more experience. I've watched your matches as well, you put on a pretty good show for the fans, and I try my best to as well.

*Wreckingball grins, and extends his hand to Giordano...*
Wreckingball: Welcome back.

TBC

[Jake Diamond/Pavor Nocturnus]

Jake stares at Human Wreckingball's gesture with a grin on his face, as he wipes an invisible tear from his eye.

JD: That's beautiful Human Wreckingball. I have to ask though, what's next? Your going to take Giordano out to dinner, buy him some flowers and chocolates, and take him to your room when it's all said and done? It sure seems like it because you've been brown nosing your way up to Mr. Jazz since I got here...

Jake Diamond's small group of supporters cheer and laugh while Wreckingball's large fan support respond in an echo of boos. Jake turns to Jazz with quite a large grin on his face.

JD: And Giordano Jazz! The Soul Machine! Please, you make 50 Cent look talented. What have you done lately? Oh right, nothing. While your old ass has been sitting at home I've been making a huge name for myself. As a matter of fact, if I do remember correctly, you didn't show up for either our Ladder Match nor the first round of the Cruiserweight Tournament. Your nothing more than the past and a has been. Prepare to make way for "The Future" Giordano.

JP: Will Jake ever shut up? He just speaks about random crap until he gets his point across that has absolutely nothing to do with the subject...

Ray: He's so sexy when he's talking...

JP: What does that even have to do with anything?

Both Giordano and Wreckingball bring the mics up to their lips, but the self proclaimed "Hardcore Hero" interrupts them.

JD: Shut up! I've got a proposition for both of you dim wits. Now seeing as how Giordano Jazz so rudely interrupted me by stomping out here in the middle of my "friendly" proposal, how does this sound. At the next GHW Pay-Per-View it'll be Jake Diamond... versus Human Wreckingball... versus Giordano Jazz for the Triumph championship... In a Ladder Match! So what do you say boys, it should be one hell of a match, wouldn't you say? You can't deny your fans Wreckingball, listen to them, and Giordano, it would be one hell of a Pay-Per-View return.

With the fans nearly equally chanting "Wreck-ing Ball", "Jazz!", and "U.S.A.", Jake smiles at both men with his usual arrogant and smug grin as he awaits their response.

JP: Did you hear that Ray? A Triple Threat Ladder Match for the title!

Ray: Silly Jimmy, of course I heard it. I'm sitting right here you know...

TBCB: Jazz or Wreckingball

[giordano]

GJ: You're on I will kick you're arrogant little punk a$$ around the ...

JD: What the Fck! You're calling me arrogant!?! Never mind that paper per view! I don't even wanna face you anymore! You will have to prove you're self mister so called legend!

Ray: It sounds like you were cheering a little bit to early Jimbo! The deal is off!

JP: Even though I would like to see that ladder match, I think Jake has done the right thing! Giordano has to watch his words!

Wreckingball smiles at Giordano, who stands there flabbergasted by Jake's comments. Jazz gets back his composure. He lowers his shades and looks at Jake. Then smiles.

GJ: Fair enough, fair enough Jake. I'll prove my self and in the procedure I'll make you even happier as Wreckingball. I will prove my worth.

Wreckingball stops smiling a bit, while Jake starts to smile and raises his mic.

GJ: No, no Jake, it will be on my own terms. I challenge you, the champion to a match to show you're not worth the gold. I will make you Jazzmit to me!

The crowd cheers, but Giordano gestures them to be silent.

GJ: But that’s not all. I will also face you Wreckingball! By defeating you I will show more offer that I'm the real number one contender for the gold!

The crowd cheers even harder!

GJ: Now I ask you: Can you feel it? Can you

GJ & crowd: Feel the Jazzzzzz!

Ray: Well, well Giordano, once again turns the tables.

JP: Only if he wins Ray, only if he wins. If he loses both he’s proven nothing and he won’t be going for the gold at all. If he wins both he’s eliminated Wreckingball from the equation and shown Jake he can beat him. So he’s actually taking a big gamble here.

Ray: And that is off course if both Wreckingball and Jake accept.

(((TBCB Jake & Wreckingball)))

[Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos!]

Wreckingball grins, and begins laughing. When Wreckingball stops laughing...he picks up a microphone and begins speaking, in a very amused tone.

Wreckingball: That's very nice, Mr Jazz... but you forgot something. Jake the Joke might not be able to win a match without cheating, or using his pet light tube...or even coming out to the ring and being civil for that matter. But I am the Human Wreckingball- and I do my best to be worthy of that name! You're going to beat Jake without a problem, so long as he doesn't cheat...and hey, if he does...then you win even easier by disqualification.

I don't really have a problem with you, Mr. Jazz....but I'm going to make your match against Jake look like two kids pushing each other in a playpen.

Jake: Why you ****ing talking to him!?
Wreckingball (to Jake, in a patronising voice): Be quiet and let the grown-ups talk. Or do you want me to go find your mommy? (The crowd laugh at this.)

Wreckingball grins....and lowers his shades, imitating Jazz's taunt. The crowd continue cheering, and even Jazz smiles, slightly.

Wreckingball: You won't beat me, Giordano....but it will be an excellent match. You do deserve the title more than Jake does, but so does a sea slug. Everyone knows he only got it because he discussed match tactics with Hawkeye before hand, in between....well...other diversions. So whatever Jake says, and I don't care what he says, I will fight you anytime.
You better get ready, Jazzman....because I might "Feel the Jazz" but you WILL be getting wrecked!

Wreckingball grins at Jazz...and the crowd begin cheering, loudly.
(Crowd: Wreckingball! Wreckingball!)

JP: I think that's a "Yes" from Wreckingball then....
Ray: I just want him to leave Jake alone. Can't they be friends...?
JP: Apparently not.
Ray: How about friends with special privelages?
JP: NO!
TBC

[Jake Diamond/Pavor Nocturnus]

JD: Hold up there speedy! I'm still not through with you Wreckingball, that's why beating your ass on the next Revelation will be just as good, and I have no problem with beating you down either Jazz. With all your talk about proving yourself you should recognize that this title around my waist signals that I am the best there is. You have a sour look on your face Human Wreckingball, what's wrong? You angry and sick that our match is so close?

Wreckingball looks at Jake with the same expression, but says very quietly.

HW: The only thing that makes me angry is the way you treat everyone, and I only get sick after I look at you.

Wreckingball's fans laugh and cheer as Jake gets a serious and shocked look on his face, but it quickly changes to a look of arrogance as a huge, teeth showing radiates from Jake's face.

JD: That's funny Wreckingball, very funny. I didn't think you could respond with a joke seeing as how your so busy kissing Jazz's ass to become friends. Speaking of people with their heads up their ass, Giordano Jazz. Feel the Jazz! Man, if you attempted to prove yourself as much as your doing right now in your prime, do you know how big of a legend you would be? Isn't it hard realizing every time, back in the day, you took one step up the corporate ladder, some old bastard knocked you down two? That's probably why your here isn't it? Your just trying to do the same thing to "The Future" of the business, it's pretty pathetic actually.

GJ: Listen Jacky boy-

JD: No you listen here Jass Clown, and pay attention yourself Human Sucks balls, it doesn't matter who I face, when I face them, or how I face them, I will continue to dominate in this sport until I am "The PAST, present, and future of wrestling" so I suggest you read your gospels, say your prayers, and hail to the heavens, because Jake Diamond is GHW's and America's Future.

"Blood Red, White, and Blue" by Rise Against blares throughout the arena as the three competitors stare at each other in the ring, and as their separate fans chant "Feel the Jazz", "Wreck-ing ball" and "U.S.A."

JP: This is going to be a very interesting week Ray, don't you think?

Ray: Quite Jimmy, Jake is so sexy when he's standing motionless... Oh the crotch chop! Even sexier...

JP: How is disrespecting somebody sexy? Never mind, your the last person I'd ask that question...

Jake slides out under the bottom rope and walks backward up the ramp, beaking out Jazz and Wreckingball as he makes his way up. Giordano and HW continue to stare silently at Jake, before giving each other a long hard glare.

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