Wreckingball vs Rhaps CG Title match

[Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos!]

JP: Well, that was a close match and no mistake! Really, The Psycho Kid and Metaldragon put on a match of a lifetime. I'd have to say that all those people out there who paid for this PPV... well, it was worth it for that one match alone.

Ray: Well, I'm not satisfied. Wreckingball and Rhaps are fighting next, and it's a submission only match. It's going to be honourable, it's going to be a display of technical awesomeness. It's going to be filler.

JP: Sometimes I think GHW employ you just because you disagree with me on everything. No, wait... I know they do...

As soon as JP finishes speaking, the lights in the ring go out and the air-conditioning comes on, blowing a chill draught throughout the arena. At the same time and unknown to the crowd, stage smoke begins to seep out from under the ring and the entrance ramp.
Meanwhile, the main screen switches itself on and displays a flickering red-and-blue taijitu symbol in the background with the words "Please wait... Loading" overlaid. Shortly afterwards, the screen turns plain black with green text.


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ACTIVATING OFFENSIVE MECHANISM 01....

OFFENSIVE MECHANISM 01 ACTIVATED. HAVE A NICE DAY.

As soon as this message appears, the song "Psychotron" by Megadeth begins to blare out from all of the speakers as the four ringposts suddenly erupt into a quick burst of red-and-blue sparks. Just before the lyrics begin, the crowd go wild as Wreckingball himself appears from backstage, standing at the top of the entrance ramp.

Lizzie: From Warrington, United Kingdom... the current Charging Glory Champion... a whole three hundred pounds of Wreckingball.... The Human Wreckingball!

He is wearing a black leather bikers jacket, with "Mental Fuckin' Warrior- BOC FTW!" painted on the back in luminous blue paint, as well as black baggy pleather wrestling pants with a red-and-blue metallic flame design on both legs. He is also wearing a black bandanna with a similar flame design and huge leather steel-toed boots. Over one shoulder is the Charging Glory title. He also has a radio microphone, and before he makes his way down to the ring, he sings the whole of the song.

Wreckingball: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!

Burning inside
Godspeed in glide
Battle plan running
A killing machine
Just downright mean
And forever gunning
Maybe not a mutant, maybe a man!


Part bionic, and organic, not a cyborg...!
Part bionic, and organic, not a cyborg... call him Psychotron!


Target to destroy
Arms in employ
Full assault fire threat
Sensors indicate
You will terminate
Life systems disconnect!


After finishing the song, Wreckingball makes his way down the entrance ramp to the ring, shaking hands with the fans, signing autographs and joking with them. Once he gets into the ring, he goes to each turnbuckle and gives the fans a thumbs-up before getting back to the centre of the ring and giving the Charging Glory title to the referee for safe keeping.

TBC

[Rhaps]

As Wreckingball's entrance music fades out, nothing happens for a long while. Many begin standing up in their seats, craning their heads forwards for a better view of the entrance ramp while the indomitable silence stretches on for a couple of minutes longer. The fans begin to get irritable at the long delay when suddenly the lights in the entire arena are shut off simultaneously, bathing the structure in an eerie glow from the light being cast off by the titantron as an image flickers onto the screen. The words 'Are you ready?' can be seen embossed brightly on an orange polka dot background. A long thin note suddenly rises upwards to irritating levels before a huge explosion of noise interrupts it, sending vast columns of vibrant fireworks, upwards towards the arena roof.

Nobody by Skindred hammers into life while the arena lights are turned on, flooding light back into the building while a crescendo of green and red fireworks shower upwards, startling many fans who are sat nearby. The explode loudly, sending resinous sparks to sail and drift slowly to the ground while a fresh wave of white and blue fireworks hurries into the air to replace them. As the stream of pyrotechnics ends, Rhaps rushes in from backstage. As he thunders onto the entrance ramp large red fireworks bursts upwards and paper begins showering down from the roof, drifting lazily onto the people amassed below. The thousands in attendance have suddenly jumped to their feet as they begin screaming. Rhaps stands in the centre of the entrance ramp, holding his arms up in salute to the sheer weight of humanity pressing in around him. One chant can be heard running through the crowd as the fans scream 'G-H-W' over and over again.

Lizzie: And introducing his opponent. Hailing from Canterbury, England and weighing in at 217 pounds. It’s the former Charging Glory Champion, the High Flying Death Defying, Rhapsifying SIC Maniac and he's making his return to a GHW ring from retirement. The Rhapsitastic One himself, Rhaps.

At the mention of his name in Lizzie's announcement, Rhaps jerks his thumb wildly into the air as he signals to the fans swamped around the ring. He begins walking down to the ring while JP and Ray merely sat awed by the sheer display of Rhaps' entrance and the extraordinary response by the GHW faithful. Rhaps is wearing the black trousers with vibrant orange polka dots scrawled all over it. Alongside this he's wearing a bright green jumper with waffles on it with the words 'Are you Cosmofied' emblazoned underneath. Rhaps stops halfway down the ramp as his gaze shifts back to the fans amassed either side of him. A coy smile breaks out on his facial features as he begins shaking the fans' hands enthusiastically.

JP: And with that you know the former Charging Glory Champion is back in GHW. He made his surprise return just last week but now you can really feel it. You can feel the electricity in the air as these two friends will compete for the title that defined one of the more well known careers in GHW.

Ray: And each time I see this man, in whatever persona he's chosen, I can't seem to hold down my gag reflex. I mean, the entrance was a little much don't you think? How much do you think that cost?

JP: Apparently Ray, Rhaps paid for the entrance out of his own pocket in order to make a lasting impression on these fans. And I think he's achieved it here tonight.

Rhaps finishes mingling with the fans as he turns his attention back to the big man stood in the ring. Rhaps points to him, a wide smile spread over his features. Wreckingball nods at his old friend, wearing a similar smile to Rhaps, but not quite as big. Rhaps breaks into a run as he charges headlong at the ring. Instead of jumping up to the apron he slides underneath the bottom rope and stands up in one easy movement, exhibiting the fact that he hasn't lost any of his natural speed and exuberance. Rhaps' gaze turns to the title that the referee is holding. He heads over to it and pats it fondly before extending his hand out to Wreckingball, a carefree and easy expression on his face.

TBCB Wreckingball.

[Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos!]

Wreckingball grins at Rhaps, before taking his hand and pulling him into a punishing, crunching chest-bump. The two men play-fight for a couple of minutes, before Wreckingball walks away and takes off his jacket, hanging it up on a nearby turnbuckle before returning to the centre of the ring, where Rhaps is waiting. Underneath has jacket, Wreckingball was wearing a black sleeveless t-shirt with "The Original Demolitionist..." on the front in blue and red graffiti-style lettering, and "...The Human Wreckingball!" on the back in the same style.

Wreckingball: Good luck man....

Rhaps: You too...

Wreckingball: Haha, I think we both need it.

A moment after Wreckingball finishes speaking to Rhaps, the bell rings and Wreckingball lunges forwards with his arm outstretched, attempting a quick clothesline. Rhaps ducks Wreckingball's arm and grabs it while twisting himself around before releasing it a split second later, hurling Wreckingball into the ring ropes at a fair speed. Wreckingball bounces off the ropes and comes charging back at Rhaps, this time jumping forwards with his legs tucked in before he reaches Rhaps. Although Wreckingball kicks out with both feet as soon as he gets close, Rhaps springs to the side. Instead of kicking Rhaps full in the chest with both of his feet, he instead crashes onto the mat landing on his back. Before he can get up, Rhaps turns around so he is facing Wreckingball before jumping and flipping himself over in mid-air before landing back-first on Wreckingball and rolling off him, getting back to his feet fluidly and quickly moving to Wreckingball's feet. Rhaps grabs both of Wreckingball's feet and lifts them both into the air before bending his left leg at the knee, tucking Wreckingball's left shin under his straight right leg and tucking the ankle of that leg under his armpit. Rhaps then reaches through Wreckingball's leg and around his left ankle before turning around to face away from Wreckingball, making him flip over onto his front. Rhaps then squats himself down as far as possible and leans back, putting a huge amount of pressure on the legs of the Human Wreckingball, who writhes on the mat trying to get free.

JP: I can only guess how much training Rhaps has done while he's been away from GHW. He certainly seems to have returned in very good form.

Ray: How can you say that, Jimmy? Rhaps is as ugly as ever...

JP: I didn't mean physical form, you numbskull...

While the commentators snipe at each other for a little longer, Wreckingball's struggles eventually pay off. He is unable to dislodge Rhaps from his back, but after a colossal stretch of his arm he manages to hook his middle finger around the ring ropes. Rhaps releases the hold immediately and Wreckingball gets to his feet, using the ropes to support him. As soon as Wreckingball is standing straight, he heads toward Rhaps in the centre of the ring. Wreckingball tries to land a slow, heavy punch on Rhaps, but Rhaps levels a powerful, stinging chop across Wreckingball's chest with his right hand (accompanied by the crowd chanting "Wooo"), following up with a left-hand chop, another right hand chop, a quick jab to the chin and a further two chops before spinning around with his leg outstretched, attempting to catch Wreckingball with a leg lariat. More out of luck than skill, Wreckingball catches Rhaps' leg with both of his hands before twisting it around and hurling Rhaps to the floor with a thundering Dragon legscrew.

With Rhaps lying on his back and a good grip on his right leg, Wreckingball turns around, stepping over Rhaps' right leg and turning him over in the process. Instead of keeping hold of the leg with his hands, Wreckingball simply uses his own legs to scissor Rhaps' ankle before stretching out across Rhaps' back and wrapping his arms tightly around Rhaps' head, locking them together and tensing his muscles as much as he can. At the same time as doing this, Wreckingball also tries to arch his back as much as possible to stretch Rhaps' neck and back as much as possible. Although the referee rushes over to the pair to see if Rhaps is willing to tap, Rhaps simply shakes his head and grits his teeth before starting to swing his fists backward as much as possible, nailing Wreckingball repeatedly in the ribs and in the stomach. Unable to maintain the submission hold any longer, Wreckingball releases Rhaps.

JP: Last time these two legends went head-to-head, GHW was bombarded with e-mails and letters of congratulation. I have to agree with Mr. I. P. Freely from Cleveland, he said "When I was young, I spent all day looking at the sun- and this is more exciting!" Wise words, that man.

As soon as Rhaps is freed from the hold, he rolls over to the same side Wreckingball rolled off him, covering Wreckingball's chest and pinning him to the mat, before getting into a sitting position and raining punches down on Wreckingball's chest, shoulders and face. One exceptionally lucky blow lands straight in Wreckingball's mouth, and he twists to the side, spitting out a vile mass of saliva, phlegm, blood and one of his teeth. With a bestial roar, Wreckingball violently rolls away from the mess, throwing Rhaps off him and getting to his feet before hooking his arms under both of Rhaps' arms and hauling Rhaps up after him. As soon as both men are on their feet, Wreckingball wastes no time in pounding Rhaps in his stomach, winding him and forcing him to double over, before wrapping both arms around his stomach, lifting him quickly into an upside-down position with his head in between Wreckingball's legs. A brief moment later, Wreckingball sits down sharply on his butt, driving Rhaps' head and neck firmly into the mat and prompting a gasp of sympathy from the crowd.

Ray: Ooh, he'll feel that one in the morning!

JP: Maybe he will. I don't think he cares at this very moment though.

Wreckingball pulls a groggy-looking Rhaps up to his feet once more, and begins to drag him across the ring- but suddenly and unexpectedly, Rhaps kicks Wreckingball hard in the right knee, driving his boot into the small space between the kneecap and the lower leg and sending Wreckingball staggering slightly before repeating with the other leg, forcing Wreckingball sharply to his knees before leapfrogging Wreckingball, charging to the ropes and then jumping to the second rope, spinning around and hurling himself, feet-first toward Wreckingball, landing a springboard double-leg dropkick to Wreckingball's shoulderblades, knocking him face-down to the mat.

TBC Rhaps!

[Rhaps]

Rhaps staggers forwards slightly as Wreckingball's face slaps noisily into the fabric underneath him. The crowd begins chanting shouts of encouragement at both men as Wreckingball swings himself back to his feet, powering through the swathe of agony spreading across his facial features. Rhaps offers him a wry smile as he shrugs his shoulders while The Metal Warrior's hand rubs his cheek gingerly in an attempt to numb the pain throbbing through his gums. Wreckingball returns the smile and nods happily to his friend while they continue to stare at one another, hundreds of synapses firing as dozens of potential moves flickers to mind. Despite the stream on mental planning, both men merely charge headlong at each other, both men offering guttural war cries as they close the distance on their opponent, their arms reaching out in front of them. Their hands clamp down onto the other's shoulders and they begin heaving against each other very quickly, completing the tie up. Wreckingball soon gets the advantage due to his sheer size and he forces Rhaps backwards, one step at a time as both men inch their way closer to the ropes, now looming largely behind the Rhapsitastic One.

JP: I don't think it’s wise for Rhaps to enter into a shoving contest against Human Wreckingball. I'm sure he wants to win the title just as much as Wreckingball wants to retain it but he is outweighed by a massive eighty three pounds. He needs to use his natural advantage if he has a hope of winning here tonight.

Ray: Shhh, stop offering advice. It’s bad enough we have to sit here and watch these two wrestle without you handing the match to Rhaps by your big mouth. I'll admit it; the era of the big guy is much more bearable than Rhaps being the Charging Glory Champion. I'll give anything not to see it.

Ray throws himself forwards and he hugs JP's arm forlornly, hugging it with frenzied aggression and fervour at the thought of Rhaps winning the match. JP sighs to himself as he rolls up a newspaper and begins swatting Ray's head under a flurry of padded blows in a bid to wrench him free. The Ice Cream eater suddenly digs his heels in and Wreckingball's inexorable advance is halted instantly, much to his shock. The Metal Warrior immediately changes tactic as he heaves his massive frame against the smaller man's shoulders, causing Rhaps to sink to the canvas under the sheer amount of pressure being applied. The Safety Ranger's face grimaces with the effort of trying to maintain a vertical base. Rhaps' fans begins shouting fervently at him, urging him to fight his way out of his current predicament while Wreckingball's monstrous frame manages to keep him firmly rooted on the spot. Abruptly, Rhaps gives a primeval scream and his legs begin buckling under his as he forces his shoulders upwards, fighting against the huge force being exerted downwards. The audience gasp in astonishment as Rhaps successfully powers his way back to a standing position. Quickly, Rhaps spins his body to the left, loosening his opponent's grip instantly as both men's backs arch as Wreckingball maintains a hold on the Ice Cream Eater.

Rhaps brings his arms up and he manages to loop them around his opponent's throat. Suddenly he lets his weight drop and both men slam into the canvas at tremendous velocity as they careen into the unforgiving mat beneath them. The fans stand on their feet and many openly applaud the modified neckbreaker, finally breaking Wreckingball's iron grip. Both men begin gasping heavily as pain wracks across their necks while the referee's glance shifts from both the competitors. His face remains blank as he throws his arms up into the air, counting one on both Rhaps and Wreckingball as they remain semi-motionless in the centre of the ring. Slowly both men realise the need for urgency as the referee's count climbs yet higher and higher. They begin to drag themselves back to a vertical base as they rolls themselves over to lie on their stomachs, gasping heavily from the sheer amount of effort put into competing thus far. Rhaps is slightly faster with his opponent only a second behind before finally both men are on their feet again, wobbling and swaying dangerously. A huge cheer erupts throughout the arena when the referee's count ceases at nine and he signals for the match to continue.

JP: And that just goes to show right there the amount of determination and effort that both men are willing to pour into this match. You have to believe the honour of being champion of giving both these men an extra incentive to go for the win here tonight.

Ray: Why would management let something so terrible happen?

JP: What the hell are you talking about?

Ray: Rhaps being put into a title match? Why would they do something so horrible? Don't they know I'm quite a sensitive individual?

JP shakes his head as he backs away from Ray, inching his chair to away from him while he throws himself forward onto the announcer's table and begins crying. JP looks bemused as his hand hovers over his partner's back before tapping him lightly and offering a simple 'there, there.' Rhaps and Wreckingball look at each other through fatigued eyes while the heaving mass of humanity around them continues to shower their support on both competitors. The Metal Warrior raises a huge right hand and blasts the smaller man, sending him reeling backwards a couple of steps. Rhaps steps towards Wreckingball and raises his own fists, before smashing it into his opponent's chin, causing his head to spin to one side. Both men continue to assault each other with huge left and rights, neither bothering to block as sweat glistens on their backs and runs off of them in tiny rivulets. Abruptly, Wreckingball takes a step back as Rhaps attempts to land yet another solid right hand on him, causing his to swing wildly and miss. Wreckingball throws himself forwards instantly, raising his arm to the side hoping to lift his opponent off his feet with a clothesline. Rhaps shows amazing speed as he ducks, sending Wreckingball's arm wildly over him as he jumps up to his feet, swinging his weight around him as he does so. Rhaps' foot lifts off the air and impacts into his chest, causing the larger man to stagger backwards, almost drunkenly. Rhaps continues to press the advantage; stepping into his friend and slapping his forearm across Wreckingball's chest, causing the familiar 'woo' to be emitted by the crowd.

Frustration breaks out on Wreckingball's face as Rhaps closes in and delivers the second stinging chop across his chest, causing ugly red welts to appear across his torso. The Metal Warrior explodes out at his opponent, wildly attempting a second clothesline. Rhaps once again exhibits his natural speed and exuberance, dropping out of Wreckingball's grasp before he has a chance to deliver the devastating manoeuvre. The Safety Ranger continues to charges headlong at the ring ropes, jumping up to the top and balancing precariously, seemingly hovering on the brink of the abyss for a second or two. He coils his leg muscles and throws himself back into the ring; spread eagling himself as he hurtles towards his opponent at unbelievable velocity. Amazingly Wreckingball turns in time to see Rhaps racing towards him, reaching up almost futilely. He manages to hook his arms around Rhaps' waist and he stumbles backwards slightly but managing to curtail Rhaps' planned assault almost instantly. Before Rhaps has a chance to react, Wreckingball throws his weight forwards as he half turns back into the centre of the ring. Rhaps back smashes into the canvas with incredible force, shaking the entire ring from the sheer impact reverberating through the mat. The fans begin screaming wildly as the words 'Holy shit' is heard echoing around the arena, openly applauding the modified Spinebuster. Wreckingball flips the Rhapsitastic One onto his stomach almost immediately, taking hold of him by his ankle. Instantly, he throws his weight forwards, dragging Rhaps' leg into a half Boston Crab as he loops his arms around the Safety Ranger's neck to complete the submission hold.

Ray: Human Wreckingball's done it. He's beaten Rhaps. What a clever move from Wreckingball there to lock Rhaps in the Nudgemission. Imagine being beaten with your own finishing move, talk about rubbing salt in the wound and I love it.

JP: For once I agree Ray and this might be one submission move too many for Rhaps. Once this move is locked in, hardly anybody ever gets out. In fact I can only think of one time that the move was broken in a match and that was by Rhaps himself during the Safety Hazard Deathmatch back in January.

TBC?