Jake Diamond vs. Trickshot - Midnight Massacre

[Jake Diamond/Pavor Nocturnus]

Jake's Contract:
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The fans sit wiry and anxious from the last match, which proved to be rather impressive. Malibu sits rather peacefully at the announce table staring off blankly into space while Hank busily looks over his script of the night, checking out what match is up next. Meanwhile, Linda climbs back into the ring with the ring official coming in casually by her side.

Linda: “The following contest is the Midnight Massacre Match! It is no holds barred, and pin falls count anywhere. You may only win the match by pin fall after you have made your opponent bleed! Introducing first...”

Alas, after a few suspenseful moments, the arena lights black out with the exception of yellow lights shining blankly from the titantron and the signature intro line blares throughout the arena.

”If you’re having girl problems I feel bad for you son,
I’ve got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one!
Hit me!

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“Points of Authority/99 Problems/ One Step Closer” by Jay-Z featuring Linkin Park blares over the loud speakers as the lights flash randomly and rapidly from the rafters and titantron. A yellow spotlight shining down on the ring slowly advances up the entrance ramp as the entrance tunnel fills up with sparks, more so the closer the spotlight comes. The ironic “You Sold Out!” chants begin rain down from the audience even as the spotlight homes in on its target and points directly into the entrance tunnel. The remaining lights black out once again as Jake Diamond appears as a silhouette in his signature crucifix pose just behind the shower of sparks.

Lizzie Morna: “He is the originator and innovator of the Midnight Massacre match! He hails from the “Second City,” Chicago, Illinois and weighs in tonight at two hundred and twenty-two pounds! He is the longest reigning Triumph Champion in the history of GHW; Ladies and gentlemen, he is ‘The Future!’ Jake! Diamond!”

On cue, Jake Diamond bursts out of the entrance tunnel, leaving a shower of sparks behind as the yellow arena lights turn back on and continue in their random flashes. Jake stands momentarily on the entrance stage, wearing a pair of long black wrestling trunks with numerous designs and insignias sewn over it and wearing a pair of dark aviators and his “Head Hunter” T-shirt. A look of pure delight and amusement is spread across the self proclaimed “Hardcore Hero’s” face including an incredibly excited but sadistic looking smirk. He shrugs his shoulders with a grin directed towards the camera before running up and down the entrance stage, and taunting the audience further.

Weasel: “In his last match ever here in Gods and Heretics Wrestling, Jake Diamond looks like he’s ready to tear down the house! What do you think Malibu?”

Malibu: “Well he is looking good, he recovered pretty good from that concussion and fractured skull a few months ago. I just don’t like him though; he’s too much of a jerk!”

Weasel: “Jake’s not a jerk; he’s just a cheater and manipulator. He does whatever it takes to win while at the same time sending a message to future opponents. He’ll have a difficult time with that tonight since he is taking on the founding father, Trickshot!”

Malibu: “I hope Trickshot just pummels him! Jake needs to be taught a lesson and he’ll surely learn that tonight! Yeah he may be undefeated in this match but Trickshot is known to win in underdog stories!”

Meanwhile, Jake begins to walk down the entrance ramp in his signature cocky strut, pointing finger gun gestures playfully at the audience and randomly yelling arrogant but just as hilarious comments. He stops at the center of the entrance ramp and spreads his legs slightly apart before lowering his head. He slowly raises both his hands high up into the air, forming the shape of a diamond in the middle of them, before swiftly and sharply bringing it down into and old style crotch chop. A large, loud, and single explosion of pyro shoots from the entrance stage and titantron simultaneously, only to further expand the grin which is spread halfway across Jake’s face. Probably more amused by his ridiculous budget for entrances in this company, Jake laughs lightly to himself and continues down to the end of the ramp in usual fashion only to have his eyes catch on to a genuinely attractive woman and a boy, about the age of ten, wearing one of Jake Diamond’s soon to be retired “Head Hunter” t-shirts (Available at the GHWShop). Jake’s grin broadens, now seemingly to forget about the upcoming match altogether, and advances toward the child and places his aviators onto him, very Bret Hart-esque. The woman, looking rather nervous in general, stares at Jake with a disapproving and stern look. Rather uncharacteristically Jake reaches over and hugs the woman before giving her a gentle kiss before continuing on his way to the ring, while looking back quickly and saying something incoherently.

“Since when is Jake Diamond married with kids?! Besides, who would want him, not me…”

“I hope that I’m not sensing some jealousy. Besides, that’s his fiancé and his younger brother, not his son and wife. I guess you still have your chance Malibu…”

“Oh shush yourself! Do you really think it was smart for him to bring them since we all know how bad this match turns out for everyone involved? Oh well, we’re in Vegas, I guess there’s worse things that they can see…

“Good point but, like you said, we’re in Las Vegas, Nevada tonight and when you’re here everything is a gamble! Tonight, both of these men are gambling their careers and lives in this business and I don’t think either one of them has anything to benefit!”

The Future quickly comes toward the steel steps of the ring and advances up them and the ring apron arrogantly, as if he owned the place. He hops with total ease over the top rope and spins in a fashion similar to Shawn Michaels to the center of the ring. He shrugs his shoulders cockily into the camera before bending over to touch his feet only to come back up explosively into his signature crucifix pose. All of the turnbuckles in unison send out a single pyro explosion that covers the majority of the ring and outside area in temporary sparks. Jake removes his shirt and hands it off to the referee who, in turn, passes it off to Linda. His theme music slowly dies down only to be replaced with the vicious cheers and applauding from the audience, who, for the most part, are standing. The earlier display of cockiness, arrogance and showmanship is quickly replaced cold, calculating wrestling machine version of the man that Jake Diamond is, who already happens to be looking at the ring and ring area for strategies. With “The Head Hunter” possessing a perfect record in the upcoming match, he can’t help but wonder if it was a bad mistake to choose against his opponent. Now, with the full capacity crowd on edge and filled with excitement, the only thing missing is Jake’s last GHW opponent, Trickshot.

TBC

[The Final Dragon]

ooc: no cheap shots pj jk do what u have to do.

The arena goes a pitch black. You see a small word on the screen that gets bigger and bigger. When it gets to a certain size you can read the screen. I says "Trickshot" it comes up to another screen the same thing happens. "The Sadistic Icon". It then switches over to one last saying. "The Beast that has been Released" You see a picture now on the screen. It is back in trickshot's old days of his promo. You see a being rising over trickshot's head. Trickshot opens up for a scream and the being roars. Trickshot and the beast then lunge at the camera causes it to static out. "The Reckoning" by Pillar hits the PA system.The lights slowly start to rise as trickshot's best matches start to play on the titritron.


[brown]Weasel: Well trickshot's entrance is not usual... But nothing is usual on the biggest stage of them all. Heck just look at Jake Diamond, he wasnt even supposed to be here with his injury but look at him now.[/brown]

[pink]Malibu: Jake Diamond is unusual... period[/pink]

[brown]Weasel: Okay that was cold... Even for me[/brown]

[pink]Malibu: Well I'm sorry I don;t want my tricky to get hurt.[/pink]

[brown]Weasel: You do no he is married right? With children? Looks like you are 0-2 for tonight. Besides, didn't Ray GHW'S old announcer say the exact same thing?[/brown]

[pink]Malibu:Like, What can I say he is like, really attractive,[/pink]

[brown]Weasel*looks at the screen* I don't see how you think he is "Hott"[/brown]

[pink]Malibu: If you could see that he is we would have to talk.[/pink]

You look over to the entrance and you see smoke in it's place. The lights dim down again as a spot light is put on the smoke. You see through the smoke a man but with no outline. You see he has something over the brim of his face but that is about it.

[blue]Linda: Introducing second from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 219 pounds he is the sadistic icon and the owner of GHW TRICKKKKKKKKKKKKKSHOT[/blue]

Trickshot bursts through the smoke. He starts to get excited but stops dead in his tracks and stares right into Jake's eyes. Trickshot gets off a crooked smile. He goes back to pumping up the crowd but stops like he forgot something. Trickshot goes behinds the curtains. When he comes back out trickshot is carrying his trusty steel pole wrapped in barbwire with shards of glass which is now called "The Glass Breaker" as trickshot looks into it you can see a twinkle in his eyes. Trickshot looks at the Glass Breaker and the over to Jake Diamond. Trickshot stares for a second but stops and buts the glass breaker down. When the songs chorus hits trickshot jumps up in the air and goes backwards doing a backflip. When he lands black and blue pyros blast off in front of him. As the smoke clears trickshot picks up his pole as rushes the ring. When he get to the ring he stops and you can actually see what he is wearing.

He is Wearing a dark blue silk hoodie with the word Trickshot down the side. As you look you see blue jean shorts. And further down.... no not there... to his shoes are Vince Carter sneakers.

Trickshot slides into the ring with his pole he stares at Jake diamond and stares at the pole. He puts the pole down into the corner of the turnbuckle.





DING DING DING

[Jake Diamond/Pavor Nocturnus]

Wanting to start the match off traditionally, Trickshot comes at Jake with both arms up, calling for a collar and elbow tie-up, but The Future responds the only way he knows how. A wad of spit shoots from Jake’s mouth and lands almost perfectly to Trickshot’s face who stops confused on the spot. With the slight early opening, Jake charges and connects with a perfectly textbook roaring elbow to Trickshot’s jaw who drops to the mat. Continuing with his calculating wrestling style, Jake sprawls and roughly mounts Trickshot and bombards the face of the ‘Sadistic Icon’ with a stiff and violent series of fists. Protecting as well as he can, Trickshot fends off Jake’s barrage rather effectively and even manages to raise his guard against a wild elbow shot from the Future. It doesn’t take the referee to pull Jake off of Trickshot and rather unprofessionally tells him to stop. Never one to take orders kindly, Jake shoves the official aside by his face and turns his attention back to Trickshot has managed to quickly scramble to his feet during the distraction. Wanting to try the same trick twice, Jake charges and rotates on his foot in another attempt for a roaring elbow but Trickshot ducks the move and shoves Jake into the ropes. Jake stops on the spot as soon as he hits the ropes and quickly drops to the mat, trying to predict Trickshot’s every move. Guessing right, for once, Trickshot comes barreling at Jake only to miss his target and flop rather unnaturally over the top rope and out of the ring. Jake Diamond doesn’t waste a single second and swiftly runs at the adjacent set of ropes just as Trickshot brings himself up to his feet. Using the same move that nearly ended his career a few months ago, Jake uses the top rope as a slingshot and front flips over before laying himself and his opponent out with a front flip plancha.

Weasel: “Oh boy I thought that this match would start out with a bang but not like this! There really is no love lost between the two and Jake proved how much he’s willing to do, even using his signature plancha, the same move that injured him not too long ago!”

Malibu: “He’s stupid, that’s all. He’s not strategic at all, he’s just a spot monkey! Someone with some smarts would know not to do something that injured them not too long ago!”

Weasel: “You don’t have the right to call anyone stupid… Besides Jake always has pushed the envelope like that. Speaking of which, looks like something under the ring has caught his attention...”

Malibu: “Oh no! That silly man! Why would he need that barbed wired steel chair this early? He cannot think that he can end it this early!”

Jake, however, could definitely think he had the ability to end it this early. Predictions were never one of Jake’s strong traits, no matter how much he believed it. Jake grips both legs of the chair tightly and turns around just in time to see Trickshot stand to his feet. With a full force heave, Jake swings the chair viciously at his opponents head but his adversary is far too fast. Almost easily, Trickshot sidesteps the attack before hitting an almost perfect low dropkick to Jake’s ribs. Jake drops the chair and stumbles away, trying to keep his distance and retreat. Trickshot, however, picks up the barbed wired chair and charges at Jake who has hurried his way to the other side of the nearby turnbuckles. Unfortunately, The Future scampers into the ring under the bottom rope just as Trickshot swings but misses his shot and hits the ring pole. Rather conveniently, Jake scurries up to his feet and grabs Trickshot’s signature ‘Glass Breaker’ which is in nearby reach. With the barbed wired chair still in hand, Trickshot rolls into the ring and notices what Jake has managed to place his hands on. With the pole cocked back and a ruthless smirk on his face, Jake says something as if challenging his opponent. Meanwhile, Trickshot wields the chair like a soldier brandishing a shield, almost as if he’s unsure of himself. With the surprisingly neutral audience, one half loving Jake for his legacy and in respect for this match and the other half hating the man’s guts and loving what Trickshot has done for the company, the mixed chants of “Jake’s gonna kill you!” and “Fuck him up Trickshot!” begin to be heard from the violence loving audience.

“I can’t believe these backstabbing fans! Why would they cheer for the guy that’s been hated since he came to GHW and who sold out? I just don’t get it!”

“It doesn’t bother them I guess, maybe they just appreciate his pure wrestling technique, I don’t know! All I know is that from what I see in the ring, at least one of them will be bleeding after this!”

“I hope that Trickshot just busts that guy’s face in! I’d absolutely love it if Jake was the first one bleeding in his own match with his own weapon!”

“I don’t know, Trickshot looks unsure of himself almost if he doesn’t know if even he can beat his own weapon, albeit a steel chair is a lot less effective than a steel pole…”

Almost knowing this fact too well, Jake’s smirk broadens as he charges at the Founder of GHW expecting the element of surprise. It’s Trickshot who does the surprising this time as his speed is too much for Jake’s slow but brutish swinging speed. Feeling his ego grow slightly after the two dodges Trickshot tries swinging the chair at Jake to try and squeeze in some offensive but the timing proves to be out of joint as Jake swings back the pole and connects to the chair. Flying out of his hands to the outside of the ring, Trickshot looks almost helplessly at the chair as it lands coldly by the security barrier. Watching the chair fall himself Jake’s expression differs greatly from his opponent as a purely delighted glare flashes from his eyes. Cocking the pole back, prepared to take the originators head, the last thought that crosses Jake’s mind is that Trickshot had a way of countering. That last thought, though, becomes reality as Trickshot rips a page from Jake’s own playbook and spits directly at his opponents face. More shocked than anything, Jake stands still momentarily giving Trickshot his necessary opening as he connects with a jumping wheel kick to the side of Jake’s face. The former Triumph Champion pivots on the spot before dropping down to the mat and dropping the ‘Glass Breaker’ in the process. Still not finished Trickshot jumps and hits a quick standing senton to his downed opponent and lands rather effectively on his ribs. Now flowing with momentum, Trickshot hops up to his feet and flexes rather arrogantly before connecting with a textbook standing moonsault onto Jake, landing perfectly against the ribs once again.

“The opening minutes to this match have been nothing but fast paced and exciting action, the question is how long will this keep up for? Trickshot may be renowned for his speed and aerial moves but did he tire himself out too early against this wiry veteran?”

“What about Jake? The way he controls matches are with vicious submission moves and martial arts styled strikes, his matches are slower and more technical. Don’t you think he may’ve blown his load too early?”

“I can only assume at this point… Besides Jake really hasn’t done much, he’s just been on the receiving end of a few high-flying moves and dealt some heavy shots. If anything he’s taken the early advantage!”

“I really don’t think you’re right. I mean, sure Trickshot has thrown some high flying moves but he definitely isn’t tired. He looks like he’s on the top of the world! I really think little Jakey Pooh may’ve bitten off more than he can chew…”

TBC:

[The Final Dragon]

As trickshot gets up from the moonsault, he looks around the audience. He lets out a load roar and the crowd backs him up with cheers. Trickshot turns around to the "Future" and picks him up by his hair. Trickshot raises Jake Diamond to his feet. When Jake is up trickshot tries a punch. Jake though aware of what is going on throws his arm in front or trickshot's arm. Blocking the attack. Trickshot tries another punch this time with the opposite hand. Again Jake predicts this and blocks it. On a last ditch effort trickshot headbutts Jake. Jake stumbles back a bit but not for long as you drops to the ground in a sweeping motion. Jake's legs clip the back of trickshot's leg causing trickshot to fall backwards. Jake is quickly up to his feet. As trickshot is down on the ground, Jake does the same thing that trickshot did, roar to the crowd. This time he best mixed results. When he turns back around to trickshot, trickshot has brought his legs back up to his head. With his hands behind his head he pops up, aiming for Jake Diamond. Jake is to slow to react as trickshot has his legs wrapped around Jake's neck. Trickshot then brings all of his body weight down and flips jake over with a Hurricarna. The crowd cheers a bit as Jake gets right up a little dazed but he is up, which is what trickshot wants. Trickshot gets up second but is perfectly fine as he charges Jake. Jake having no idea what is going on gets a lunging kick to the throat. Jake falls back into the ropes trying to keep himself up. Trickshot noticing where he is bounces off the opposite ropes. He starts running towards Jake. When he gets there trickshot goes trough the 2nd and 3rd rope but grabs on to them and swings his legs around cracking right into Jake's back. Jake drops on the ground grabbing his back in pain as trickshot takes a second to catch his breath.

[brown]Weasel: What a relentless attack on Jake. Trickshot just set up everything like a line. But, He is catching his breath so is trickshot starting to ware out?[/brown]

[pink]Malibu: Please trickshot has been doing this for years...[/pink]

[brown]Weasel: See that is what I am talking about.... Trickshot might be getting to old for this business.[/brown]

[pink]Malibu: Trickshot is in the best shape of his life. Like, you just wish you could have his shape...*looks at weasels* Wish don;t have.[/pink]

[brown]Weasel: What's that supposed to mean?[/brown]

[pink]Malibu: How about yup put down the doughnut and look at yourself...[/pink]

[brown]Weasel: O great now you said the word... I have to hide this thing before hyper elf shows up.[/brown]

[pink]Malibu: You should have gotten rid of it along time ago...[/pink]

[brown]Weasel: One more comment like that and I tell the world about the trickshot poster in your locker that you just love to make out with.... Whoops....[/brown]

[pink]Malibu: HOW DARE YOU THAT WAS A SECRET.... I'm not talking to you anymore.[/pink]

[brown]Weasel:*quietly* yesssssssssssss.[/brown]

Trickshot slides out of the ring and picks up the apron. You see a smile on his face as he grabs a glass table. He carefully sets up without breaking it... yet. Trickshot goes to were the steel chair is stuck in the barrier. Trickshot tries to pull put it won't go free. Trickshot uses all of his might and pulls it out he falls back a bit and catches the chair inches before hitting his face. He sighs of relief. He slides the chair in and then follows it in. When he gets to his feet he sees Jake already up holding the glass breaker. Trickshot quickly grabs the chair and asks for a trade. Both men throw the other weapon to there opponent. Both men as soon as they grab it they swing a hard shot. As the weapons connect they drop them from the pain. Like when you are playing baseball and you aren't wearing batting gloves and you hit the ball of the end on the bat. Both men look up at each other but Jake is first to charge. Trickshot doesn't know what Jake is gonna throw at him. Jake raises his leg like he is gonna kick which trickshot gets ready for but he puts his leg down. He jumps up grabs trickshot's neck. Jake jumps forward hitting the ropes with his feet he pops back going over trickshot. While still holding trickshot's head. they crash to the mat. Trickshot screams in pain as the neck breaker landed him the wrong way. Jake pops up and sees trickshot grabbing his neck. Jake goes next to trickshot and grabs his arm like he is gonna pull him up. but Jake drops to the ground and puts trickshot's arm through his legs. Then he garbs trickshot's face and pulls back with a T.T.B. Trickshot screams in pain as he starts to tap but the ref doesn't stop the match. Trickshot then realizes what type of match it is and tries to get out of the move. Trickshot rolls over on top Jake. Who has to rollover also. He does right on his chair. Blood starts to trickle out of back as he screams in pain but doesn;t want to let go of trickshot. Eventually the pain is to much and Jake releases the hold.

[brown]Weasel: And Jake is the first one to be bloodied... Just not on his face. But, still he is bloodied.[/brown]

[pink]Malibu: GO TRICKY!!!! See all yall out there i told you Jake would see his own blood first.[/pink]

[brown]Weasel: Technically he is bleeding on his back he can;t see it. Unless he has eyes on the back of his head. right?[/brown]

*crickets*

[brown]Weasel: O i forgot you aren;t talking to me....[/brown]


ooc: Sorry for shortness PJ

[Hayabusa]

ooc:off to a nice start you two...can not wait to see this match develop even more

[Jake Diamond/Pavor Nocturnus]

Both men roll up to their feet relatively quickly and stand-off to each other, to an uproar of applause from the audience. Jake lowers his judo styled guard and smirks before reaching up and down his back. Bringing the hand back, Jake’s smirk broadens at the sight of his own blood and actually applauds Trickshot’s efforts. Unsure of whether to be flattered or cautious, Trickshot simply continues to stare at his wily adversary with a typical guard up, waiting for anything. Now feeling that his opponent is worthy, Jake raises both arms up and advances to Trickshot, calling for a collar and elbow tie-up. Not seeing anything out of the ordinary, Trickshot locks up with Jake in the middle ring but it soon becomes evident why Jake wanted to do it. Possessing a strength, height and weight advantage over his opponent, Jake easily gains control over the lock up and transitions the hold over into a typical headlock. Wrenching away on the almost too orthodox move, Jake applies the hold tightly knowing how effective it is. However, before Trickshot has a chance to move out of the hold, Jake rotates himself around and applies a rather loose front headlock before rotating himself down and bringing Trickshot to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker. Just now realizing how well his assault on Trickshot’s head and neck is working, Jake hops up energetically to his feet before charging off of the ropes. Coming back on the fly, Jake jumps and connects cleanly with a leg drop right across Trickshot’s throat.

Weasel: “The neckbreaker into a running leg drop, a lethal combination that Jake has perfected to this day. Boy, he really isn’t feeling the blood drain down his back is he?”

Malibu: “No brains, no pain I guess... Oh, you’re so stupid Jake! Why is he going for a submission right now when he could just bloody Trickshot early? He must be scared…”

Weasel: “It’s all about strategy Malibu, Jake’s been working on Trickshot’s neck and head early throughout this fight and that neck scissors is adding further emphasis to that strategy.”

Malibu: “He should know that Trickshot can get out of anything… He’s just wasting his time!”

Wasting his time or not, Jake Diamond seems to be enjoying himself as he squeezes his legs tightly around Trickshot’s neck and with a grin on his face during it. Wrenching down as tightly as he can, Jake finally becomes physically aware of his bloody back and the undeniable amount of pain it’s causing to him. Despite knowing that by keeping himself active and off the mat will allow him to forget about the pain, Jake simply continues to apply pressure to his opponent’s neck. Trickshot, in the meantime, tries to squirm around to try and counter all of the weight being forced onto his throat and becomes successful after rotating around so that his face is facing the top of Jake’s feet. Then, after that careful and stealthy movement, Trickshot rotates more over and onto his back before planting his feet firmly on the mat. In his only ditch effort to escape this rather gruesome submission, Trickshot pushes down with all his might before rolling backwards across Jake, grabbing the legs on the way over. After flipping over entirely and with Jake forced onto his back, Trickshot finishes his move by rolling Jake into a simple cradle to which the referee excitedly drops down to call. Shamefully, Jake outstretches his shoulder after a one and a half count and knocks a somewhat dazed Trickshot off of him.

Still surprised from that random roll up, Jake takes just as long as Trickshot to get up to his feet, which is a few mere seconds. More upset and disgruntled than anything, Jake’s starting offensive is an open palmed slap to the face and shows the amount of utter disrespect he holds for his opponent. Surprisingly, the infamous “You got bitch slapped!” chants echo from the audience right before Trickshot responds with a resounding slap to the face himself. Trying to counteract the slap to his face, Jake uses the forced momentum to spin on his heel and go for a spinning backfist but Trickshot dodges it before connecting with a simple standing dropkick. Jake drops down onto his butt and stares almost dizzily at Trickshot as he sprawls up to his feet. Feeling the momentum and adrenaline rush in his favor, Trickshot charges forward and drives both knees into Jake’s face. The Founding Father quickly rolls over across The Future before hooking a leg as the referee drops down to the canvas.

“Trickshot could have it here, he could have the match... Oh boy! What a two count, I mean even Trickshot was surprised by that kick out.”

“Look at him Weasel, Jake’s already finished! He hasn’t even bloodied Trickshot yet or even put up much of a fight! He had no business challenging him here!”

“It’s still very early Malibu, sure Jake may look a little sub par tonight but I can almost guarantee that Jake’s heart and stubbornness will bring him back sooner rather than later.”

“I don’t think so Tricky just needs to hit one big move and Jake’s done, just that easily. The self proclaimed ‘Future of Professional Wrestling’ bit off more than he could chew tonight!”

Whether feeling that he could inflict more damage or simply wanting to, Trickshot pulls Jake up to his feet and throws him out of the ring through the top and middle ropes before following after him. Trickshot bends over to grab the downed Jake Diamond but Jake hits a cheap headbutt to Trickshot’s gut before bringing his fist sharply up and low blows his opponent. Too dazed to even comprehend what just happened, Trickshot lowers his defense and simply looks down at Jake who capitalizes the best he can by grabbing the front of Tricky’s pants with one hand and grabs one knee pad with the other before falling back and sends Trickshot face first into the steel ring steps. After his head snaps violently back off of the steps, Trickshot simply lies down beside the steps and holds his head with both hands while Jake crawls over to the security barrier and tries to pull himself up to his feet. Rather successfully, Jake pulls himself up with a bit of effort and stands proudly for a moment. Although, rather than going for his slightly recovering opponent, Jake flashes a quick smirk before walking over to the ring apron and looks under the ring.

Meanwhile, while Jake is a little preoccupied with the weapons underneath, Trickshot gets a second wind and pushes himself to his feet and checks his forehead quickly. No visible signs of blood. Now feeling more confident than he should, Trickshot slides into the ring just as Jake reveals himself from underneath it, unveiling one of his weapons of choice, a light tube, in both hands. Not even paying attention at this point, Jake slides blindly into the ring and right into a boot to the gut from Trickshot which causes him to drop both of his tubes. Responding quickly, Trickshot places Jake’s head between his legs before hoisting the man onto and across his back. Obviously straining himself by lifting the heavier and more muscular opponent, Trickshot slams Jake down with his version of the crucifix power bomb, the Triumph. However, rather than going for a pin, Trickshot points towards the nearby turnbuckles which Jake is conveniently placed beside before laying both of the light tubes across Jake’s chest. Still not finished, Trickshot walks over to the barbed wired steel chair before ascending up the turnbuckle up it. Now, making either a rookie mistake or a fatal error in judgment, Trickshot turns his back to Jake, going for either a moonsault or a modified version of his Flying Tsunami, which gives the distasteful possum the opening he needed. Using whatever shades of adrenaline he has left at the moment, Jake sits up and throws one of the light tubes and watches as his shatters across Trickshot’s back and, in turn, causes the man to crotch himself onto the top turnbuckle. Now forcing himself up to his feet, Jake stumbles up and over to Trickshot and crashes the light tube across the top and back of his head which causes Trickshot to fall backwards into the tree of woe position. Unfortunately for Jake, neither light tube inflicted an open wound but luckily for him the barbed wire covered steel chair that Trickshot was holding falls flush against his face, leaving him in a rather regrettable position. Jake decides to waste no more time and practically sprints to the farthest turnbuckle and steadies himself against it before raising both hands up and directs his signature finger gun gesture towards his tied up opponent, much to the fans dismay. Jake charges at a full run before connecting with a nearly perfect Hesitation Dropkick against the barbed wired chair and Trickshot’s face, knocking him out of the tree of woe position. The ring bell dings loudly once, signaling that Trickshot’s face has been cut open, making both men eligible to be pinned.

“Just like I said Malibu, Jake can comeback at any moment and it looks like he’s evened the odds! Boy, that steel chair looks brutal...”

“The chair looks brutal? Look at Tricky’s face! Oh boy, he’s got little cuts all over his face but at least it still looks better off than Jake’s back.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure just yet, oh no, Jake’s covering Trickshot and he’s got the leg hooked, it could be all over!”

“No, not like this and not right now! Come on Tricky, kick out, you can’t let this asshole win!”

TBC:

[The Final Dragon]

Miraculously trickshot lifts his shoulder up right before the ref hits the 3 count. Jake puts his hands on his hips as he sits up. He looks over at the ref and signs with his hand Three. The ref shakes his head no. Jake being pissed about this grabs trickshot's hair. While Jake is getting up he pulls up trickshot. Trying to finish trickshot off, Jake aims the chair under trickshot. Jake then stuffs trickshot's head between his thighs. He brings the arms of trickshot up into a hook position.He then males a loud roar and hoists trickshot up. Jake makes sure that trickshot's legs are on his neck. As Jake is about to drop him. Trickshot head butts Jake. Jake stumbles back a bit. Trickshot delivers another one. And one more just for good measure. At this time Jake has released trickshot's arms. This is the opening that trickshot has hoped for as he brings all his weight backwards and flips Jake over his head.

It wasn't that powerful as Jake hits the mat he pops back up. Same with trickshot. They both run for the ropes. They bounce off of it at the same time and charge each other. As Jake is about to trickshot with clothesline, but trickshot slides underneath Jake's legs. Trickshot gets up as Jake bounces off the ropes. He runs towards trickshot, but trickshot is to fast as he jumps over Jake's head. Trickshot drops to the ground as Jake bounces off the ropes one more time. He leaps over trickshot. But, quickly he stops. Jake looks like he is gonna try and do a standing moonsault. Little does Jake know trickshot has grabbed the barbwire chair. And quickly swings into Jake's back. Jake screams in pain as he drops to one knee trying to pluck it out of his back. Trickshot gets up and looks at his forehead. He puts his finger on it and looks at it. He then licks it.... At this moment you see a craze in his eye. Trickshot smiles a evil smile. He walks over to Jake Diamond and stalks him , marking his prey.


[brown]Weasel: It looks like trickshot's personality just changed. he was concentrating about winning now it looks like he just wants to destroy Jake Diamond.[/brown]

[pink]Malibu: This is what tricky should have done earlier in the match. Just destroy Jake[/pink]

[brown]Weasel:Didn't you say that trickshot should be cautious? not to get hurt.[/brown]

[pink]Malibu:Maybe.... You know i don't know... Anyways I don't mind as long as trick is on the attack. And that sick look in his eye makes him look even more sexy.... even though there is blood all over his face.....[/pink]

[brown]Weasel: I think that trickshot is getting over confident and should watch his back at all times. You never know when the future will strike.[/brown]


Trickshot grabs Jake's hair and yanks on it pulling him up. Jake looks dazed as trickshot signals for the crowd to get behind him. Trickshot goes for a punch but gets a sharp elbow to the face. Trickshot spits as the blood from his mouth goes on the mat. He then looks over at Jake and smiles and laughs. Jake raises his leg and hits trickshot in the gut. Trickshot backs up a bit as the kick surprised him a bit. But, Jake capitalizes and charges trickshot. Jake kicks trickshot in the stomach again but while he is doing this he brings his other leg up behind trickshot's head. THAWP!!! Jake's second leg hits trickshot on the back of the neck. Trickshot falls forward like he is lifeless as Jake hits the mat and gets right back up. Jake walks around his opponent. Jake grabs trickshot's head and brings it up. Jake spins trickshot around so he is facing him. Jake then brings a kick to stomach. Trickshot bends over grabbing his stomach in pain. At this time Jake hooks his arm in between trickshot's legs. Jake then lifts trickshot up on to his shoulders. some of the crowd start to chant "Second City Sleep Second City Sleep Second City Sleep". Jake smiles as it looks like he is gonna spin trickshot around. But, trickshot slides down the back of Jake and runs for the ropes. Before Jake can turn around, trickshot is already charging at him. Jake turns around and get's a arm wrapped around his neck. but at the same time his leaps get swept out under him. Trickshot using all of his weight brings Jake down to the ground with a Tiger Leap. Trickshot pops up and yells to the crowd. The crowd responds by cheering back at him.

[pink]Malibu: When all hope is lost... tricky prevails.[/pink]

[brown]Weasel: I don't think that is how the saying is... I thought it was "When all hope is lost..... RUN!"[/brown]

[pink]Malibu: I like my version better.[/pink]

[brown]Weasel:You would... Trickshot needs to take advantage of this. Wait what is he doing. He is dragging the chair on to Jake's body... O I don't like where this is going.[/brown]

[pink]Malibu: I do look he placed it on Jake's face and is going to the top rope.... Uh oh... He turned his back on Jake... Looks like he is gonna do a moonsault though.[/pink]

[brown]Weasel: Are you kidding!? He is gonna kill himself. he is gonna land on that chair and gut himself.[/brown]

[pink]Malibu: But, Jake will be in a pinning position.[/pink]

As trickshot prepares to jump Jake slides the chair off of him and gets up. Trickshot leaps up and goes backwards. He keeps looking at the ground and sees Jake going under him. Trickshot thinking fast does an extra turn so that his feet lands on the ground. You see Jake climbing the turnbuckle fast as trickshot lands. Jake turns around and looks like he is gonna jump but trickshot delivers a punch. Jake brings his head back but then pushes trickshot on the ground. Trickshot gets up quick but Jake is already in mid-air bringing his feet together and brings it right into trickshot's chest. Trickshot falls backwards and lands on the mat hard. Jake gets right up, he looks at trickshot but then goes to the ropes and slides out. He crouches down and looks under the ring. He pulls out on of his favorites. A bucket of salt. Jake smiles sadistically. He looks under some more and finds a bucket of tacks. A light bulb pops up in Jake's head as grabs the buckets and slides into the ring. He looks over at trickshot and makes sure he is down. Jake then pours the tacks in a line. Leaving some left in his bucket. Then Jake grabs the salt bucket and pours it all over the tacks. Jake then looks over at trickshot who is just getting to his feet. Trickshot looks over at Jake and his concoction trickshot claps as Jake rushes him. Jake jumps up and kicks trickshot in the jaw. Still trying to stay on the attack Jake headbutts trickshot so trick trickshot is on 1 knee. Trickshot doesn't want to take it as he stand up. And falls right into Jake's trap. Jake brings his hands against trickshot's chest with chops. Trickshot is sent into the ropes as Jake spins around and hits trickshot with the back of the fist. He then steps into trickshot gut and brings his other leg up to trickshot temple. Trickshot stumbles on the ropes as Jake jumps up and knees trickshot in the face. Completing the Diamond Rush. Trickshot flips over the ropes but manages to hold on as he lands on the apron. Jake signals that he is gonna do a suicide dive and starts running toward trick. Trick expects this and jumps on the ropes when Jake notices what is happening it is to late. Trickshot is already in mid air as he jumps over Jake. Jake continues his run and bounces off the ropes. Trickshot is laying on the ground waiting for Jake. Jake thinks that he is hurt and charges. When Jake is close enough trickshot sticks his legs into Jake's gut. Trickshot then flips himself over along with Jake. Jake flies in the air.... Right towards the tacks with salt. It is to late as Jake lands chest first into the tacks. Jake screams in pain as he starts to spas a bit as the salt enters in with the tacks.


[brown]Weasel: Ow! That has to hurt.[/brown]

[pink]Malibu: Noooo it just scratched him Weasel... Of course it hurt.[/pink]

[brown]Was that sacasm? And Weasel is not my name[/brown]

[pink]Malibu: Whatever Weasel[/pink]

[Jake Diamond/Pavor Nocturnus]

Whether its instincts or spasms, Jake flops and fumbles out of the ring under the bottom rope and paces speedily back and forth. Realizing that the tacks didn’t penetrate that deep and that the salt was merely a momentary thing, Jake tries brushing off the tacks that are in him while pacing, foolishly believing that Trickshot is just as disoriented as he is. Regrettably Jake Diamond doesn’t look up at the ring in time to see Trickshot flying over the top rope with a fairly generic, but equally as impressive, vaulting body press. Crashing rather perfectly against Jake’s ribs and flattening him against the outside ring mats, Trickshot holds his body across Jake’s outside of the ring, using the falls count anywhere rule to the best of its ability. However, by the time the referee slides out of the ring and slams his hand down against the mat, Jake’s shoulder shoots up after a very long two count, causing a mixed uproar from the audience. Trickshot gets up to his feet, rather reluctantly, and looks down at Jake Diamond with a rather uncertain expression. Whether it’s because he’s dwindling on ideas or he’s compromising which one to use, Trickshot gets over that momentary lapse in judgment by, after straightening Jake out a bit, jumping up on the security barrier before connecting with an impressive moonsault across Jake’s ribcage once again. Hooking the leg once again, Trickshot holds the move for the pin and watches intently as the referees hand comes crashing down against the mat. Fully expecting the three to be counted, Trickshot’s excitement and eagerness is brought to a crashing halt as Jake kicks out rather shockingly after a close two count.

Weasel: “Oh man, Jake is really getting it laid into him, I bet he regrets getting Trickshot bloodied now! But something just doesn’t seem right, almost like Jake is holding back or something…”

Malibu: “It’s because Trickshot broke him! Jake hasn’t got anymore fight in him because he knows he can’t win, that’s all!”

“That’s not it Malibu, Jake clearly has fight left in him! I don’t know whether he’s waiting for Trickshot’s berserker mode to die down or just looking for a free opening, but he’s looking for something…”

“Stop looking for excuses for him! Jake is being out fought, simple as that, he shouldn’t have come back after his injury. He should’ve called it quits…”

Frustrated, Trickshot gets up and shoves the official, sparking a bit of outrage from some of those in attendance, while questioning the call. The official boldly steps back and confirms the two counts with the founder of GHW, who brushes the truth away. Now looking forward to brutalizing his opponent further rather than going for the finish instantly, Trickshot bends over and grabs not one but two steel chairs from under the ring, knowing quite well how mangled and destroyed the barbed wired chair has become at this point. Rather uncharacteristically, Trickshot, rather than going for something gruesome against the Hardcore Hero, goes around the nearby announce tables where Weasel and Malibu currently sit calling the match. Both announcers look at each other with a disturbed look before Trickshot comes over and shoos them away from their posts. Reluctantly, Malibu and Weasel stand up from their spot still with their headsets and watch as Trickshot places one chair on the middle of the announce table and lays the other one against the side of the table. Nodding in approval, Trickshot makes his way back over to Jake, who has managed to squirm up to both knees with an assist from the security barrier. With a nice shoot styled kick to the back, Jake surprisingly drops rather limply, almost intentionally over selling the move. Either surprised by his own power or confused by the oversell, Trickshot shrugs it off and practically drags Jake up to his feet before pulling him along over to where the announce table sits, practically waiting to be smashed. Wanting to further destabilize Jake some more, Trickshot Irish whips Jake low and sends Diamond head first into the propped steel chair. Pleased with the sound of the impact, sure that Jake couldn’t possum out of that impact, Trickshot leaves the other chair where it is before dead lifting Jake up and rolls him flat on top of the table. Probably getting too overconfident, Trickshot leaves his attention from Jake before going back to the nearby ring apron and starts to look for yet another weapon.

“I don’t like where this is going Malibu and… Wait, did Jake just wink? I swear to God I saw him wink at me!”

“Jeez, and you thought I was obsessed with these guys! It’s probably just a muscle spasm, besides look at him, he’s totally lifeless!”

“That’s just the thing, he looks totally lifeless! Jake has been in far worst situations and scenarios and he’s come out on top and still full of energy, I just don’t like how Trickshot is underestimating him…”

“You’re just paranoid, that’s all. Watch, when Trickshot comes back he’s going to have something to utterly put away Jake and then you wont have to worry anymore because it’ll be over!”

Jake tries to hold in a laugh, being so close to hear Malibu’s comment, but a little giggle blurts out, causing the rather paranoid Weasel to look down skeptically at the “downed” man before him. Meanwhile, it takes a little time, but finally Trickshot grabs what he’s looking for; a ten foot ladder, much to the audience’s delight. Looking back over his shoulder at a somewhat stirring Jake Diamond, Trickshot merely slides the ladder into the ring before directing his attention back to The Future, saving the ladder for his possible final blow. Quickly hopping up on the table, Trickshot doesn’t waste anymore time as he pulls Jake up to his feet and shoves the man’s head between his legs. After quickly checking to make sure that the unused steel chair is placed practically under Jake’s head, Trickshot grabs him by the waist and tries to bring him back for a generic piledriver, unfortunately for him Jake has other plans. Finally implementing his plan to utilize the possum maneuver, Jake forces all of his weight down to his feet before dropping down to one knee and sharply brings a right fist up in one fluid motion. Too shocked and confused to even move, Trickshot only stands on the spot, giving Jake the clear opening he was looking for so desperately. Looking up to mark his target, Jake jumps up from off of his knee and pivots mid-air during the jump and catches Trickshot’s face in a ¾ facelock before coming down, with the help of gravity, and connects with a clean looking diamond cutter onto the table and steel chair. Fortunately, the table doesn’t break or buckle under the pressure.

It takes him some time, but ever the opportunistic Jake Diamond rolls off of the table with a broad smirk and looks at Trickshot with an almost devilish like grin. Entirely patronizingly, Jake grabs Trickshot’s bloodied head and smashes it against the steel chair it lies against not one but twice, to add further insult to injury. Not willing to gloat during this free shot, it doesn’t take Jake to notice the steel chair lying beside him against the table. He bends over and grabs it with both hands and lifts the chair high in the air, planning to utterly destroy the face of his nemesis in one swift blow. Never holding remorse, especially for those who underestimate him, Jake swings the chair down brutally and forcefully, crushing Trickshot’s bloodied and throbbing head with a brutal con-chair-to.

“Oh my God, that was disgusting! Jesus, Jake really was not holding back on that shot, did you see the way Trickshot’s head was literally sandwiched between those chairs? Absolutely horrible…”

“Why Jake, why would you do that, it wasn’t even needed! Oh no, my little Tricky, he doesn’t look too good but at least Jake looks like he’s hurting, I mean look at how he’s grabbing his ribs...”

“Now, I know this is the time or anything but you know how I hate to say ‘I told you so,’ but I –“

“Don’t you touch him you bastard, don’t you think you’ve done enough to him?!”

Obviously not agreeing with Malibu’s statement, Jake roughly rolls Trickshot onto his back before directing a simple but equally as awesome crotch chop in her direction. Blatantly insulted, Malibu gives Jake a stunned look while Weasel can’t help himself but laugh. Quickly transitioning over like the machine he is, Jake ignores Malibu and Weasel entirely at this point and quickly grabs the steel chair he used to connect the con-chair-to with and lays it flatly against Trickshot’s chest. Nodding to himself in approval, Jake turns away from Trickshot and slides into the ring, this time setting his sights on the ladder that his unfortunate opponent placed in the ring only a few moments earlier. After fumbling a bit with grabbing it and setting it up, Jake sets the ladder up near the middle of the ring, slightly close to the ropes, and directly across from Trickshot and the soon to be totaled announce table. Now, at this point, grinning like a chaotic jackal Jake begins to climb up the ten foot ladder. Just before he reaches the top, Jake grabs onto his ribs momentarily, obviously feeling the effects from Trickshot’s assault, before making it to the absolute top. Perched high on the ladder in the ring, Jake looks down at Trickshot from the top rung of the ladder then at the uproarious and cheering audience. In a slight moment of breaking character, Jake pounds his heart with his right fist and points out at the sold out audience, signifying that he does it all for them. Deciding that he’s wasted enough time, Jake quickly brushes the sweat from his brow before taking his inevitable leap of faith from the top of the ladder. Stretching his arm out mid-air and cocking his elbow, Jake manages to connect with the chair on Trickshot’s chest with the Picture Perfect elbow drop. The table instantly buckles and collapses on impact and sends both Fighty fighty persons sprawling away. Trickshot merely collapses staright down with the table and chairs while still taking the full force of the move. Jake, however, bounces and rolls from the impact and hits his ribs against the side of the security barrier behind the remains of the table, nearly knocking over Weasel in the process, and brings a common picture to the phrase ‘crashing and burning.’

With it being obvious that neither man will be getting up anytime soon, the inevitable “Holy Shit!” chants echo loudly and proudly from the wrestling fanatics in attendance. Despite the obvious split between typical GHW fans and hardcore Jake Diamond fans, both sides seem to agree that the high risk move was rather amazing. To add to the already immense smell of wrestling fans and pure physical testosterone, the stale and salty stench of blood begins to add to the smelly concoction. The absolute freshness and still dormant stench would make your average looker vomit on the spot, but the fans definitely seem to embrace it as all continue to chant and watch as both of the extreme competitors lay practically motionless, desperately awaiting who will capitalize from this predicament first.

TBC

[The Final Dragon]

sry jake i won;t b able to post anymore... it was a good match and i had fun just stuff are pilling up on me right now