Bomber v. Wreckingball TLC

[Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos!]

JP: Well this is it! Blood Runs Cold, GHW's Christmas gift to all of it's loyal fans, and the last pay per view before From the Ashes! Tonight... we have such delights as the electric pool match! Oh it was so good we had to do it again!

Ray: I like to see people in swimming pools!

JP: Sure you do. Anyway the first match tonight is between two fan favourites, who have nothing but respect for each other and for the fans. The opening bout... is a tables ladders and chairs match with one fall only. The Human Wreckingball will be facing the legendary Bomber Barnes!

Ray: I hate them both, the goody-goody pr...

At that, the lights begin to flicker for a few seconds, before turning off completely. The titantron switches on and a loud noise is heard.

"BEEP"

The screen of the Titantron is black... until a single command prompt appears, and a command appears next to it- both in green capital lettering.

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After this, more filenames scroll past and they scroll past much too quickly to read. A few seconds later, the scrolling stops and more text appears.

ACTIVATING OFFENSIVE MECHANISM 01....
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OFFENSIVE MECHANISM 01 ACTIVATED. HAVE A NICE DAY.

The arena lights shine blue, and the air-conditioning blows a cold draught down onto the thousands of cheering fans as they notice that the ringside and the entrance ramp are filled with a thick white stage fog. As soon as the arena lights switch on, "Psychotron" by Megadeth begins to blare from all of the speakers as the crowd go wild. As soon as the lyrics begin, Wreckingball himself stands at the top of the entrance ramp, headbanging and singing along with some of the crowd...

Assassin in stealth
Assailant from hell
Impervious to damage
Computer on board
Engaged in a war
Non-stop combatant!
Maybe not a mutant maybe a man!
Part bionic, and organic... not a cyborg!
Part bionic, and organic... not a cyborg, call him Psychotron!


At the end of the chorus, Wreckingball makes his way down the ramp to the ring, shaking hands with as many fans as he can, signing autographs, greeting and joking with them as well as wishing them a fun evening. Wreckingball is wearing a black leather jacket, with the words "Mental Fuckin' Warrior!" painted on the back in an almost fluorescent blue, baggy black wrestling pants with "B.O.C." down one of the legs in the same blue, and a black "Pantera" t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off. On his head he is wearing sunglasses, which he gives to an excited teenager, and a black bandanna with skull and crossbone designs. He is also wearing steel-toed boots and fingerless, slightly padded gloves.

Lizzie: Making his way to the ring, from Warrington United Kingdom... weighing in at two hundred and ninety pounds... the Human Wreckingball!

When he reaches the ring, he picks up a microphone and gets inside, taking off his jacket and hanging it up on a turnbuckle. He then presents his gloves to the referee, who checks them. Not finding anything amiss, the referee returns them and Wreckingball puts them back on before making a short announcement.
The crowd quieten as Wreckingball lifts the microphone...

Wreckingball: Hey GHW! What's up?

(Cheering...)

Wreckingball: Now I'm glad you're all excited, let me welcome every one of you to Blood Runs Cold! Bomber and I really are honoured to be fighting the opening bout, a table ladder and chairs match! I'd just like to say I have nothing but respect for Bomber, and I'm going to give him one of the best matches of his career!

So, thank you everyone for your warm welcome, and enjoy the show!

TBC Bomber!

[bomber]

BOMBS AWAY!!!

Ladies and gentlemen please
Would you bring your attention to me?
For a feast for your eyes to see
An explosion of catastrophe

Like nothing you’ve ever seen before
Watch closely as I open this door
Your jaws will be on the floor
After this you’ll be begging for more

'The Bomber' Barnes emerges from backstage as the crowd jumps to their feet! Chants of 'Bomber' and 'Mr. GHW' sound from every corner of the arena.

Welcome to the show
Please come inside
Ladies and gentlemen

Boom
Do you want it?
Boom
Do you need it?
Boom
Let me hear it
Ladies and gentlemen

Boom
Do you want it?
Boom
Do you need it?
Boom
Let me hear it
Ladies and gentlemen!

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With every 'Boom' in the song, Pyros explode all around the arena as The Explosive One makes his way down to the ramp.

Ladies and gentlemen good evening
You’ve seen that seeing is believing
Your ears and your eyes will be bleeding
Please check to see if you’re still breathing

Hold tight cause the show is not over
If you will please move in closer
You're about to be bowled over
By the wonders you’re about to behold here

Bomber steps into the squared circle his eyes on his opponent.

Welcome to the show (welcome to the show)
Please come inside
Ladies and gentlemen

Boom
Do you want it?
Boom
Do you need it?
Boom
Let me hear it
ladies and gentlemen

boom
Do you want it?
boom
Do you need it?
boom
Let me hear it

Welcome to the show (Welcome to the show)
We're glad you came along (We're glad you came along)
Please come inside
Ladies and gentlemen

Boom
Do you want it?
Boom
Do you need it?
Boom
Let me hear it
Ladies and gentlemen

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JP: This is how you start off a PPV! The Wreckingball and The Bomber!

Ray: This is no ordinary clash of the Titans! This is a TLC match! I sure hope there's blood!

JP: Three weapons! Two Legends! And no losers!

Ray: You ain't kidding! We're all winners...except you JP!

JP: <bleep> you Ray!

Bomber and The Human Wreckingball stand triumphantly before the crowd still giving the combatants a standing ovation!

JP: Such respect! You could learn something from these two Ray!

Ray: Shut up! They're about to start!!

<DING!>


TBCB Human Wreckingball!

[Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos!]

The bell rings, but instead of charging into Bomber, Wreckingball steps forward with a grin on his face. He extends his hand toward Bomber, with the same innocent look on his face. Bomber accepts the handshake, but Wreckingball pulls him into a chestbump before speaking to him.

Wreckingball: Good luck Bomber, I've looked forward to this for a long time. I know you have too.

Bomber laughs, and pushes Wreckingball back gently. Wreckingball steps backwards but instead of striking Bomber, Wreckingball stretches his arms forward with his hands palm-outwards in a "Test of Strength" position. Bomber accepts and firmly locks his fingers into the gaps between Wreckingball's fingers, before the two men begin pushing against each other. For several tense moments, neither man appears to gain any headway but slowly, Wreckingball begins to wear Bomber down and his arms begin to sag slightly. After a few more seconds, Bomber's knees are obviously giving way. Before Bomber is forced to the mat, however, he winks to the crowd and drops backwards, using his grip on Wreckingball's hands to pull Wreckingball down to the mat. Bomber releases Wreckingball's hands as he hits the mat before rolling backwards and getting to his feet. The crowd roars in approval and Bomber takes a quick bow before jumping clean over Wreckingball and slipping out of the far side of the ring while Wreckingball climbs to his feet with an amused look on his face.

JP: Well, Bomber just showed us all why he calls himself Mr. GHW. No-one's ever done that to Wreckingball and got away with it.

Wreckingball takes a quick look around, but Bomber is nowhere to be found, and his expression rapidly changes from amusement to out and out bewilderment. Suddenly, a harsh scraping sound from beneath the ring gives away Bomber's location, and Wreckingball moves slowly away from the direction of the sound. Shortly afterward, the edge of a table begins to poke out of the canvas covering the underneath of the ring, and Bomber follows with the rest of the table before throwing it into the ring. Bomber climbs back into the ring, but as soon as both of his feet are down on the canvas, Wreckingball surges forth towards him, head down and shoulders first in an attempt to smash him against the ropes. Bomber manages to step aside, although he is not quite quick enough and one of Wreckingball's shoulders catches him in the stomach. Bomber doubles over, a surprised and pained expression on his face, while his eyes water slightly.

Wreckingball is hardly in a better position, however. Although he did manage to gore Bomber in the stomach with his right shoulder, Bomber managed to slip away to the side leaving Wreckingball's head and shoulders entangled in the ring ropes. Wreckingball manages to disentangle himself, but the Bomber is already upright and waiting. Wreckingball turns to face the Bomber, and as soon as he does... Barnes brings his right hand thundering across Wreckingball's chest! The chop is so loud that the sound of the impact is heard three rows into the audience!

Audience: Whooooooooooo!

Bomber follows up with a left hand across Wreckingball's chest, followed by another right hand. Each chop elicits a familiar "Whooo" from the audience. Bomber attempts another left hand chop but Wreckingball catches Bomber's left hand with his own right hand, slips his right leg behind Bomber's legs and brings his left arm across Bomber's chest while falling forward to the mat. Bomber is thrown backwards, tripping over Wreckingball's leg and lands back-first on the mat with Wreckingball's arm across his chest in a pinning position. Wreckingball rolls aside before the referee counts a pinfall and gets to his feet. Wreckingball runs to the table that is still lying on the mat, and pulls the legs out from underneath it before setting it back on the mat, this time in its unfolded position. He gets on top of the table before standing fully upright on top of the table with the crowd cheering like crazy. Wreckingball looks down at Bomber and gives him a friendly grin.

Ray: Much as I hate to admit it, I think Wreckingball has this match in the bag... I can't look...

Wreckingball jumps off the table and onto Bomber chest-first... but at the last minute Wreckingball notices Bomber's grin. A transient expression of nausea crosses Wreckingball's face as he watches Bomber roll away, before Wreckingball smashes into the mat missing Bomber by inches. The force of Wreckingball's landing shakes the mat violently, and Bomber is even knocked aside by the shaking. Bomber looks up to the table, but shakes his head slightly as he notices that the table has buckled somewhat in the middle and would not support his weight. Instead, Barnes sits down in the middle of Wreckingball's shoulders with both legs locked around Wreckingball's right arm before slipping both of his arms underneath Wreckingball's head and hooking his hands together.

Bomber then stretches backwards, pulling up on Wreckingball's face with his hands hooked together over Wreckingball's nose. As Bomber continues to roll backwards as far as he possibly can, Wreckingball begins to struggle to free his trapped arm and to reach the nearby ropes. For a moment it looks as if Wreckingball's fingers are brushing the rope, but Bomber manages to roll to the side and pull Wreckingball away just before he manages a rope break. Wreckingball's efforts to escape are redoubled, however, and after several seconds of straining with his free arm, Wreckingball roars triumphantly as he curls the middle finger of his left arm around the rope. Bomber immediately releases the hold and rolls off Wreckingball's back, giving him space to get to his feet.

As Wreckingball begins to climb back to his feet, Bomber quickly moves away towards the damaged table. Bomber carefully turns it onto its side before dragging it to the corner, where he sets it up with the damaged side facing the inside of the ring. As soon as Wreckingball notices the table, he realises that Bomber had set it up with him in mind. Bomber and Wreckingball begin circling the ring slowly, watching each other and attempting to catch each other between themselves and the table. However, neither man remains in place for long enough for this to happen. Bomber momentarily gets Wreckingball between himself and the table in the corner, but as he makes his way forward, Wreckingball turns around and slips out of the ring, re-entering with a steel chair moments later as Bomber hurriedly moves away.

Wreckingball charges forward at Bomber with the chair before swinging it towards him, but Bomber lifts up his arm and catches the blow before grabbing the chair and twisting it, to try and get it out of Wreckingball's grip. He fails, but moments later leaves the ring. Wreckingball hears Bomber pulling out a chair from underneath the ring, and runs to Bomber's position. Wreckingball brings down the chair where he expects Bomber's head to be, but instead there is the clang of metal striking metal. Bomber had shielded the blow by emerging chair-first from under the ring.

JP: Well, Wreckingball is definitely much, much stronger than Bomber. Bomber doesn't just seem physically quicker though... Bomber's managing to outwit Wreckingball at every turn here, and I think that more than evens the odds.

Ray: I want them both to lose. I want them both to bleed. I might even like them if they weren't so sickeningly respectful... well maybe Bomber. I'd never like Wreckingball.

JP: Right that's it. No more Vlad Coffee for you.

JP proceeds to pour Ray's coffee onto the floor off the side of the announcers table, while Ray lets out a horrible moan and collapses, face first on the table.

JP: ANYWAY, there's definitely a lot of strategy on both Wreckingball and Bomber's parts. Wreckingball just needs to pull off a couple of high-power moves to break Bomber down, and Bomber simply needs to stay ahead of Wreckingball...

Back in the ring, Bomber is fending off an onslaught of chair shots from Wreckingball. Impressively, not a single shot from Wreckingball hits Bomber, the chair either bouncing off Bomber's uplifted chair or passing harmlessly to Bomber's side as he steps out of the way of the blow. After trading blows for several seconds, and each blow being blocked by the other's chair, Wreckingball raises his chair high above his head and brings it down, edge-first onto Bomber. Bomber raises his chair in defense, and barely manages to catch Wreck's chair blow, Wreckingball's chair grating along the edge of Bomber's chair. Wreckingball releases the chair and lets it fall to the side of himself and Bomber, while Bomber overbalances and staggers allowing Wreckingball chance to move away and catch his breath.

Bomber drops the chair, before locking eyes with Wreckingball once more. The two men nod to each other respectfully before moving forward and locking up in the "Collar- Elbow Tieup", with Wreckingball's left hand on Bomber's right shoulder and Wreckingball's right hand on Bomber's left elbow. Bomber's hands are on Wreckingball's left shoulder and right elbow respectively, and the two men struggle for a dominant position. Neither man succeeds, but Bomber breaks off the struggle and grabs Wreckingball's right arm with both of his own- one hand at the elbow and the other hand at the wrist. Bomber twists the arm and forces Wreckingball's head down until Wreckingball is bent over at the stomach before wrapping his own arm around Wreckingball's head, hooking it with the other arm and jumping in the air. Wreckingball's head hits the mat at the same time as Bomber's body, but Bomber doesn't let go of Wreckingball's head. Bomber keeps the headlock secure with one hand, while using his free hand to rub Wreckingball's head with his knuckles leading to amused applause from the crowd. After about a minute of this, Bomber releases Wreckingball and immediately steps back, getting to his feet. Once Wreckingball climbs to his feet, Bomber ducks and charges forward in a picture perfect football tackle forcing Wreckingball backwards across the ring. Wreckingball and Bomber hit the wooden table stacked in the corner, but Wreckingball goes through it first. The table cracks in two under Wreckingball's weight as Wreckingball and Bomber smash into the turnbuckle...

The audience begin a chant of "Holy Shit... Holy Shit..." as neither Wreckingball or Bomber move.

JP: Wow! Now THAT was a move worthy of these two men! I wonder if the match will have to be called off, neither man seems to be moving...Wait, Bomber seems to be stirring slightly and I'm sure I saw Wreckingball's leg move. Neither man seems in a good condition though...

TBC Bomber.

[bomber]

JP: This is absolute Chaos! Both men are down and- Wait! Wreckingball is moving!

With his head in his hands, Thw Human Wreckingball stumbles to his feet. He sumbles backwards a few steps as he begins to piece together where he is, and what just happened. He looks around the ring for something. Anything! He spots something in the corner. A Chair! The Wreckingball walks to the opposite corner to where the two chairs lay dented and beaten up from the previous onslaught.

Ray: It looks like the Wreckingball is going for a weapon!

JP: This is gonna get ugly!

Ray: This is gonna get good!

The Human wreckingball bends over and grabs a steel chair. He gives it a quick once over to make sure it won't break too easily. The Mental Warrior turns to the splintered mess in the corner where he left the incapacitated Bomber to find...No one!

JP: What the hell? Where'd he go?

Ray: I knew it! He fled in fear! I knew that Bomber was a pussy!

JP: You can't say pussy on-air! Do you want to get us sued and fined...and possibly fired?

Ray: Fine! He's a chicken! A yellow bellied coward!

JP: I refuse to believe that the Bomber has fled from this match! He didn't flee from Dangerous Man Dan!

Ray: It was a cage match! Dumbass!

The Wreckingball, chair in hand looks confused as the Bomber is nowhere to be seen! He stares twords the ramp to see if he's actually run off. In frustration he lifts the chair up over his head and brings it crashing down on the ropes.

JP: The Mental Warrior is pissed! His opponent has dissapeared!

Ray: Bomber's gone and he ain't comin' waitaminute! There!

Sliding out from under the ring by the announce table is the Bomber! Mr. GHW silently creeps back into the ring without alerting the Wreckingball! Demolition Man is still looking at the ramp, back turned to his opponent. The Bomber, eyeing he prey leans agenst the ropes to help his acceleration. The Explosive One lunges about three steps before leaping into a drop kick right into HWB's back slamming his chair into the ropes and back to his face!

JP: Oh my Lord! Bomber just came out of nowhere, and dropkicked The Wreckingball's face into a steel chair! The self-proclaimed 'Mr. GHW', has just played HWB at his own game!

Ray: What do you mean by that?

JP: HWB is the Mental Warrior, Bomber just outsmarted one of the most clever minds in the ring today!

Ray: The Mental Fuckin' Warrior, you mean.

JP: Knock off all the God damn swearing! I'm gonna have to shut you up!

Ray: Alright, alright!

The Human Wreckingball lies on his back rolling left and right with his face in his hands in obvious pain. Bomber slides out of the ring once more looking for the perfect way to put HWB away. Finally he spots it right outside the ring: The Ladder! Bomber pushes the twenty foot tall steel ladder into the ring.

JP: Bomber's got the ladder! What's he up to?

Ray: Well if he climbs it, about 26 feet!

Bomber rolls into the ring and gets back on his feet. he grabs the ladder and sets it upright spreading the legs and securing the saftylock. Bomber looks over to check out his opponent. The Wreckingball is still writhing in pain from the massive head blow. The Explosive One grabs the Wreckingball's steel chair and proceeds to climb the ladder, slowly.

Ray: Bomber's moving up in the world! With a chair too!

JP: I don't like the looks of this! Somebody get the paramedics down here!

The Bomber finally makes it to the summit of the steel ladder. Standing right on the 'Do Not Stand' sticker, Bomber lifts the steel chair high in the air. Suddenly, Bomber Shouts something!

Bomber: BOMBS AWAY!!

JP: NO!!

Ray: YES!!

As if the whole world stopped spinning, and everything turned into slow motion, 'The Bomber' Barnes lept off the top of the ladder, Steel chair in hand aiming to come crashing down on the Human Wreckingball!


TBCB HWB!