Jake Diamond vs Bret Baxton - Thumbtack Cage Match

[Jake Diamond]

Jake’s Contract: evpw.proboards91.com/index.cgi?board=cntracts&action=display&thread=269

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“THE FUTURE… HAS… ARRVED!”

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An intense roar of approval from the audience is heard instantly as “Cult of Personality” by Living Colour begins to blare throughout the arena. The lights begin to flash randomly and rapidly in unison with the guitar riff as the entrance tunnel is filled with sparks and the silhouette of the proclaimed “Future” is shown in the tunnel.

“Look in my eyes, what do you see?
The Cult of Personality…”

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Jake Diamond energetically bursts out of the tunnel to an overwhelming ovation. Wearing long black wrestling pants with numerous designs all over them and a vest covered in signature insignias, Jake brushes back his long, shaggy brown hair with his hand and slyly smirks proudly into the audience with his emerald green eyes. With the surprising chants of his name from the audience Jake, as typically as ever, runs from side to side of the brief entrance stage playfully taunting the fans as he goes.

Lizzie Morna: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following is your Main Event of the evening and it is a Barefoot Thumbtack Steel Cage Match! The only way to win is by escape or submission!”

Kingbear: “If you’re just joining us, don’t turn that channel! Yes this really is the one and only Jake Diamond debuting here on Eagle Vision Pro Wrestling!”

Random Hippie Dude: “Yeah bro, and if you didn’t know we’re live from the Solid Core Gym in Concord California and we’re sponsored by those swanky dudes at Full Throttle Energy Drinks!”

KB: “Thanks Random Hippie, and I got to say that this has been quite a show for us tonight, not only did Vladimir Strife take on some punk from Gods and Heretics Wrestling, but we also got to see Ray White and Jimmy Pate get totally hammered, isn’t that right boys?”

Both announcers, who have obviously have had their limits for the night, remain quiet and sitting sleepily and almost peacefully. 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 confident 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. Despite his lack of pyros, the fans continue to cheer in approval at the no-nonsense competitor, only to further expand the grin which is spread halfway across Jake’s face.

LM: “Introducing first; he hails from the ‘Second City,’ Chicago, Illinois and weighs in tonight at two hundred and twenty-two pounds! He is making his professional wrestling return tonight at EVPW; Ladies and gentlemen he is ‘The Future,’ JAKE DIAMOND!”

Jake continues to make his way down the entrance ramp, slapping the hands of nearby fans on the way, Jake reaches the steel steps to the ring and energetically rushes up them and climbs into the ring through the door of the cage that is already surrounding the ring. Similar to that of Shawn Michaels, Jake does a quick spin to reach the middle of the ring before immediately shooting his arms out to his sides in his signature crucifix pose. If that wasn’t enough, a single simultaneous burst from the turnbuckles explodes, forcing Jake to laugh lightly to himself that he bought those pyros from a nearby firework shop for twenty bucks. Jake removes his vest and hands it off to the official in the ring, who appears to be waiting for something else. As the referee pressures Jake for his shoes, ‘The Future’ begins to grow impatient and slightly agitated since he refuses to hand over his wrestling boots.

RHD: “Man, looks like that referee is trying to hustle Jake for his gear!”

“No, it’s a barefoot Cage Match; Jake has to take off his shoes. Although, it’s a pretty common fact that if Jake doesn’t want to do something, he’ll hurt you if you push the issue.”

Still arguing, the official begins to try and threaten Jake with disqualifications, only to get a hearty amount of profanities thrown in his face for it. However, the official let’s Jake keep his boots on after getting a threat that was, along the lines of, if he valued his life along with his families he’d stop, much to the enjoyment of the audience. Jake, already achieving one note of victory, shifts his weight from one foot to the other as he waits anxiously for his opponent of the night, Bret Baxton.

TBCB: Bret

[bret]

Bret's contract: evpw.proboards91.com/index.cgi?board=cntracts&action=display&thread=56

(OOC: So, we meet in the ring again eh Jake? Lets give these kids the show they deserve.)

As Jake is sitting in the ring, pumping his legs back and forth, the lights go out and 'TNT' by AC/DC begins playing over the PA. A lone figure is seen standing at the entrance to the arena as the lights slowly fade back on. At full light, Bret is seen with a grin on his face as he looks down at Jake, he pulls a microphone up to his lips and speaks. "The past, Jake Diamond, has come back to Haunt YOUR FUTURE!!!!" Bret tosses the microphone to a ring tech before taking off in a full sprint for the ring. He quickly slides in, still wearing his boots and pops up to his feet before hitting the thumbtacks strewn across the ring.

Lizzie: And introducing, his opponent, from The Bronx, New York, he stands at 6 foot 1 and weighs in at a low 219lbs. He is the menacing past, the self proclaimed pain in EVPWs side. He is, Bret BAXTON!!!!

KingBear: I dont care what anyone says, Hippie Dude, I dont like this Bret Baxton one bit.

Random Hippie Dude: Dude, I dont think anybody likes him...

KB: Like I said, I dont care.

The ref comes over to Bret and asks him for his boots and Bret shoves the ref away from him. He is heard saying something to Jake in the small gymnasium, "You're a pussy, take your fucking boots off and face me like a man." Bret quickly takes his boots off and throws both of them at Jake Diamond one by one before settling down on the mat as the Cage begins to lower down around them. Bret has a huge grin on his face as he sits, leaning against the ropes, waiting for Jake.

TBCB Jake

[Jake Diamond]

(OOC: Haha, so we do. I gotta say though, that I'm slightly touched by the "similarities" in our contracts or your "inspiration," if you will, should be a good fight buddy )

Grinning back at Baxton like a jackal, Jake shrugs his shoulders and in response says something sounding like "Fair enough, you're the boss." Happy that he got his way, Bret pulls himself steadily up to his feet as Jake begins to remove his boot. However, the method to get the "Future" to remove his boot is apparently ill-advised as a long and silver object falls out of Jake's boot, catching Bret's attention. Quickly, Jake hurls the boot at Bret's face and charges simultaneously, taking down the self-proclaimed "Pain in the Side" with an effective Spear. Jake instantly transitions himself into a mount on the blatantly surprised Baxton and begins to pummel his face with stiff punches. With more profanities spewing from his mouth than carpenter who just smashed his thumb, Bret can do nothing cover his head and hope for the onslaught to stop. Fortunately, fueling himself from the fan's excitement and cheers, Jake releases himself from the mount and jumps to his feet, yelling loudly and triumphantly at his early takedown. The Future, in the process of his excitement, quickly strips off his other boot and hurls at Bret who is just beginning to comeback.

Kingbear: "That is EXACTLY what was needed. Somebody needed to come into here tonight and shut this Baxton kid up once and for all, and Jake is already doing that!"

Random Hippie Dude: "But man, what kind of heat was Jake packing in his shoes there? It looks friggin sharp man!"

KB: "Well if I know Jake as well as I think I do, I know that he's always got a weapon somewhere on his body, and tonight he didn't disappoint!"

RHD: "Come on though, like was that like a sword or something? Or like the horn of a unicorn?"

Although not quite the horn of a unicorn, Jake hurries over, wincing at every step, to his ice pick that had happened to drop to the mat and casually picks it up and conveniently shoves it into the waistband of his tights. As Jake turns around, he quickly notices that Mr. Baxton has managed to make into back up to his feet relatively quickly with some assistance from the ropes and cage walls. Approaching his prey steadily, Jake lunges with an elbow and smashes Bret in the back of the head forcing him to go face first into the wall of the steel cage. As his cranium ricochets from the impact, Bret's head is grabbed on the fall and is pulled back swiftly across Jake's knee with a modified Gator Buster. Staring up at the ceiling with a throbbing headache and slight dizziness, Bret is unfortunate to observe Jake taking a standing jump and planting a Leg Drop right across his throat, implanting the back of his head into more of the thumbtacks. The move, however, didn't go without hurting Jake too as his legs and bottom is covered with the tacks inside the ring.

"What an awfully impressive series of moves by Jake! He's showing little to no ring rust at all, but I don't know whether he forgot or didn't care of the thumbtacks around him, either way it looks like it might've done more hurt to Baxton."

"You're totally right there, Baxton really didn't know what was coming but with such a similar style it should've been expected... Wait man, what is he doing now?"

"Jake just tucked his other leg under the back of Bret's head and now... Oh man, he's got in a headscissors; Jake really is living up to his 'Head Hunter' nickname since that's all he's really been after in the early goings!"

"Dude, I'm aware of that, I've been here all night. I just hope that Jake doesn't choke him out already, like that'd be a really lame match... I want to see someone like freakin' die!"

Placed in nicely, Jake flexes his legs trying to put as much pressure as possible across the throat of Bret. Willing to end it quickly and immediately, Jake screams at Bret to tap as he forces his top leg down across his other will all of his might. Being to see stars, Bret reaches around desperately to find something that’ll save him from this predicament when he realizes that he’s surrounded by thumbtacks. Taking a handful, Bret painfully turns his head as much as he can to take aim at Jake and, with his farthest arm, throws the tacks into Jake’s face. Blinded temporarily by a face full of sharp tacks, Jake releases the hold instantly and blindly stands up and stumbles to one of the turnbuckles. Bret rolls over to his stomach and holds himself up with his hands and knees and deeply inhales as much air as he can. Getting up to his feet like a newborn calf, Bret rolls his neck around and grabs the back of his head, already feeling a slight migraine coming, and notices a wounded Jake Diamond standing facing the corner. Seeing his opening, Bret takes a few gentle steps before charging and taking out the back of Jake’s knees with a cheap chop block with his shoulder. Dropping down to both knees and with his head lying across the middle turnbuckle, a still blinded Jake Diamond tries fighting back as much as he can by swinging randomly at the air around him, Bret laughs proudly at his work. Now just to toy with him, Bret lightly pushes on the back of Jake’s head with his boot and yelling at him to get up. However, before Jake could even make the effort to do so, Bret grabs Jake low by the waist and uses all of his strength to drop back and slam Jake onto the back of his head with a dead-lift German Suplex.

“Holy crap! Did you see the way Jake’s head bounced off the mat?! The amount of thumbtacks in him at this point is ridiculous! Well Hippie Dude, you said you wanted to see somebody die!”

“Na Kingbeastly, Jake is always roughed up before he makes his stellar comeback. Watch, I’ll bet you like thirty bucks that Jake will somehow turn the tide before the commercial break. Deal?”

“Yeah, you’ve got yourself a deal my hash loving friend! Oh and just in time! Bret’s got Jake mounted from behind in the middle of the ring! What’s he going to do here?”

“I don’t know, but in my cases of a guy being mounted from behind never ends well. Oh man, Jake’s caught in the rear naked choke! Come on dude, there’s only a few minutes left until the commercial!”

Not concerned with Kingbear’s and Random Hippie Dude’s random and pointless bet, Bret keeps his arms wrapped tightly around Jake’s throat and carefully holds his balance on Jake’s back so he doesn’t roll over and gets more tacks in him. Being in a similar predicament more than once before, Jake remains patient and calm as he tenses his neck and slowly begins to reach down his side to grab the ice pick that is still in the waistband of his trucks. Baxton, who has for the most part noticed Jake’s subtle movements, tries to end the match quickly as well as he smashes his already throbbing head into the back of Jake’s tender and tack covered head. Possibly using some kind of other force or the logical answer of extreme stubbornness, Jake apparently doesn’t notice the head butts entirely as he merely winces after each one. At last, Jake grabs the ice pick and, with a grin on his face, swings it behind him and jams it into the side of Bret’s right thigh. Letting out a scream of agony, Bret also slightly loosens the grip on the choke, giving Jake just the opening he needs. Planting his hands firmly onto the tacks and the mat, Jake pushes himself along with Bret off the mat in a desperate attempt to get to his feet. Bret quickly locks on the choke at full force once again, trying to ignore the gaping wound in the side of his leg, but it proves to be futile as Jake manages to muster enough strength to get to his feet with Bret still on his back. Trying one last desperate attempt, Bret grapevines his legs around Jake’s waist, but it backfires as Jake reaches to his side and pulls Bret’s head across his shoulder and nearly decapitates Baxton with a Piggyback Stunner.

“I’ll take my money right now dude, because Jake is back in this! Did you see that crap? Jake isn’t known for his strength but when it comes down to it he’s certainly known for his determination!”

“That was a stupid bet; I mean we don’t even have commercial breaks! If you want your money, you’re more than welcome to take it from me! Jake is up to his feet, but Bret’s only up to a single knee… Wait Jake is coming off the ropes… Holy hell!”

“Jake freaking destroyed Bret Baxton with a Shining Wizard to the back of the head, but it looks like it took a bunch of energy from him too since Jake is down!”

“That was Jake’s signature move, the Diamond Decapitator, and it nearly took Bret's head off! Looks like Jake might’ve been more weakened from Bret’s rear naked choke than originally thought, because he’s down and out!”

Staring up at the stained Solid Core Gym roof and wheezing like a ninety year old man, Jake can only think to himself that those months out of action and years of smoking and drug abuse really did more harm than initially thought. Bret, meanwhile, remains laying face down on the tack covered mat with his mind throbbing and spinning only thinking that he may have his hands full, more so than originally expected. None of these things, however, faze the official in the ring who merely stares down at the two men who’ve already been quite battered and slightly bloodied already in this match. However, one of the men doesn’t remain down for long as the sudden revelation of a strategy develops maniacally in the mind of the man who destroyed many men strategically before Bret. Jake rolls onto his stomach, at this point no longer caring about the thumbtacks, and pushes himself relatively easily to his feet. Trying to waste little to no time, Jake stumbles as quickly as he can to the closed door of the steel cage in front of him, ignoring the cheers of approval from the audience. His strategy, however, doesn’t involve escaping; it involves leaving his bloodied mark in the EVPW record books. With Bret staring helplessly from the mat, he begins to lose all hope slowly discovering that he didn’t have enough to beat the ‘Future’. His hope, however, is quickly restored as Jake opens the door and, while still inside the ring, drops to his stomach and reaches as far as he possibly can under the ring. Seeing his safe opening, Bret gains a second wind and tries to push himself up to his feet as quickly as he physically can, which deems to be pretty fast. Jake, however, now allowing for his game plan to unfold grabs whatever he was looking for, and gently places two light tubes beside the steel steps and keeps one in hand. Now trying the surprise attack, Bret rushes at a now standing Jake Diamond, not concerning himself as to what’s in his hands, and is surprised himself as Jake spins around and breaks a light tube across the side of Baxton’s face. Bret drops, almost lifelessly, down to both knees and stares blankly up to Jake, who now stands patriotically with his arms spread straight from his sides and revealing a sadistically demonic grin that nearly foretold the fate of many men before this.

“Of all the things to expect in a match like this, a light tube to the face was not one of them! Bret must’ve gotten quite the shock with that one! The one thing that blows my mind though is that Jake didn’t leave when he had the opportunity!”

“That just goes to show you how fucked in the head this guy is! I mean, come on, he could’ve ended this match but instead he thought that he’d screw Bret around even more! What’s going to be great is when Bret comes back to win it, I mean that’s irony at its finest!”

“I have to disagree with you Hippie Dude, I’m not going to halter Bret’s in-ring talent but Jake isn’t that stupid. He’s probably got an entire strategy on how he’s going to end this… Oh crap, Jake’s got the other two light tubes and he closed the door behind him, I wonder what he could possibly think here!”

TBCB: Bret

OOC: I’m not sure on how that turned out, going in I didn’t have many ideas for this match other than a few big spots. I’ll probably think of something more “productive” after your post. Best of luck!

[bret]

As Jake looks down at Bret with the light tubes in his hands, Brett falls back towards the mat, still on his knees. His hand reaches down to the cuff of his left pant leg as Jake looks down at him with a sadistic grin. Bret lets out a groan before pulling the night stick out of his pants with duct tape still attached to it, he lets out a slight whimper before shooting up and swinging the night stick at the two tubes, shattering them before Jake can use them on him. Bret then spins the night stick in his hand and slams the end of it into Jakes stomach with a punch, Jake doubles over only to bring one of the ends of the light tube into the forehead of Bret Baxton, creating a gash in his forehead. Blood slowly trickles from the wound as Bret falls back to the mat in a bit of shock, Jake takes advantage of this and jams the other light tube end into Bret’s hand, the shards of glass digging deep into his flesh and forcing him to release the night stick.

KB: Jake really is letting Bret Baxton have it tonight isn’t he?

RHD: Dude.. *pulls out a plate of special brownies* Want some?

Ray: I want some! *Ray shoots up before looking around and falling back to the ground in a snore*

RHD: Alright dude, *drops a brownie on the ground* Have at it.

Bret groans lightly before forcing himself to his feet, blood dripping from his hand and his forehead, he reaches up with his blood soaked hand to swipe away the blood from his head wound only to realize it’d only make things worse. He turns and sees Jake heading at him with the night stick and quickly flings his hand across his body, sending blood spraying from it into the face of Jake Diamond. Jake stops mid sprint, his eyes and mouth with little droplets of blood, he spits repeatedly trying to get the taste out as he rubs at his eyes, dropping the night stick to the mat. Bret groans, looking down at the back of his legs, seeing a thin layer of thumbtacks sticking from his pants, he then reaches to his back and feels more thumbtacks, letting out a light groan of annoyance before turning to face Jake. He runs at his opponent, ducking a clothesline and hitting the ropes, only he hit them a little too hard, slamming his back into the cage, he lets out a groan as he steps towards Jake Diamond who responds with a painful clothesline, planting Bret on the mat once more.

KB: And a vicious clothesline from The Future, puts the main that Haunts your Future on the mat. Hey, what a cool catch phrase for this match. “The Future versus the Man that Haunts your Future”.

RHD: Whoa, it’s like they’re both, like… Futuristic man.

KB: Yeah ok Random Hippie Dude…

Jake grins sadistically as he clears his eyes of the blood, he looks down at Bret before moving around his body and flipping Bret to his stomach. He then grabs Bret’s feet and pulls them up to his hips before sitting back on Bret, forcing him into the thumbtacks on the mat. Bret lets out a groan as the thumbtacks get dug deeper into his body on both sides, Jake laughs moreso as he wrenches back on the Boston Crab, pressing the thumbtacks on Brets legs and back further in and driving more into his chest. Baxton growls loudly, planting his hands on the mat and tacks, before using all of the strength he has in him to push up off the mat, Jake tries to press back but Bret uses the strength in his legs to flip Jake onto the mat. Bret then rolls up to a standing position before leaping into the air, aiming a leg drop for Jake’s chest and nailing it perfectly, he lets out a small yelp as the tacks stabs into his rear end before he jumps back to his feet. Bret quickly throws his hands to his back and butt, swiping at the tacks trying to dig them out of his skin, he groans loudly as he wraps his fingers around one of the tacks that was embedded in so far he couldn’t just wipe it off, with a quick yank the tack comes out and a droplet of blood rolls down his back.

KB: I remember my last barefoot thumbtack match, it really wasn’t nice on the feet. And a lot of the wimpier competitors stayed OUT of the ring as long as they could. Lucky for them, I pulled em back in before they got in trouble.

RHD: Wait, you’re a wrestler dude? Wow, I didn’t know that…

KB: You really need to pay more attention, I’m sure I’ve told you that before. Plus, I’m not a wrestler, I’m retired.

RHD: So, you like, took the short yellow bus to work today?

KB: No… Wait what?! NOT RETARDED YOU MORON! RETIRED!

As Bret is focused on getting the tacks off of his body, Jake Diamond has time to jump to his feet before quickly performing a Russian Leg Sweep and bringing Baxton back down onto the tacks he just brushed off. Bret groans loudly before jumping to his feet, he lunges at The Future and the two tie up and a shoulder and elbow, however, Jake uses his slightly superior strength to push Bret back but Bret shifts his weight and hooks Jakes arm before flipping him over onto his back with an arm drag take down. Bret and Jake both pop up to their feet and Jake surprises Bret with an arm drag of his own, the two then pop back up again and again Jake gets the upper hand, delivering a devastating haymaker to the jaw of Bret Baxton, sending him stumbling backwards. Jake then quickly runs over and jumps into the air before hooking Bret’s head and driving it into the mat with a flying DDT. Bret pops up, tacks scattered throughout his forehead, before falling flat on the mat in agony, Jake does the same, except he stays up, dancing around lightly at the stinging pain of the tacks stabbing into his buttocks and back. He then quickly helps Bret to his feet before whipping him into the ropes, Bret rebounds and Jake ducks low, lifting Bret up and tossing him to his back with a back body drop. Jake tip toes over to the night stick that Bret pulled from his pant leg before picking it up and looking around the ring at the thumb tacks, he sighs lightly before quickly kicking out a clear area, forcing the tacks from the center of the ring to the outsides.

KB: Smart move by Jake Diamond, I would be tired of those tacks in my feet by now as well…

RHD: Yeah man, so would I… Tired of what again dude?

KB: We really need to hire somebody else. I’m sure we could find somebody better without having to pay as much money.

RHD: Wait, you’re getting paid for this man? I didn’t know that!

Jake slowly moves over to Bret and kicks him in the head before bending over and brushing the tacks from his feet quickly. Jake then turns and looks at Bret, night stick in hand, before lifting him to his feet and spinning the night stick in his hand, hitting Bret in the jaw with his own weapon. Jake laughs lightly as he then spins the night stick back to his forearm before turning around Bret and locking in a sleeper hold. Jake uses the straight edge of the night stick to add more direct pressure to Bret’s esophagus, Bret goes limp in Jakes arms as Jake continues to wrench on the sleeper hold. After about a minute, Jake gets Bret down to the mat, still holding the sleeper hold tight. The ref looks down at Jake who has a look of ‘Cmon man’ on his face, he shakes his head and laughs lightly to himself from outside the ring. Jake then looks up around the ring before remembering that this match was Submission or Escape only, he laughs lightly before releasing the hold and moving to the corner of the ring. He looks up at the top of the cage before climbing the turnbuckle and taking a second glance at the top of the cage. Just as he looks like he’s about to climb, Jake comes off of the top rope with a moonsault slamming the night stick into the chest of Bret with amazing force.

KB: That’s gonna cause some internal bleeding for Bret Baxton folks, I am really feeling for this kid.

RHD: Yeah man, he’s just started in the business right?

KB: Yeah and he’s only 22, I don’t know how much he can take. Well, he is young so he’ll surely heal fast.

Bret coughs up a wad of blood as Jake presses a knee to his chest to help himself up to his feet. Jake then turns around and leans down to help Bret up, but as Bret gets to his knees, he surprises everyone in the ring with a low blow to Jake Diamond. Jake stumbles backwards clutching at his family jewels before grabbing a handful of thumbtacks and slowly standing up. He swirls his tongue around in his mouth a moment before spitting another wad of blood out onto the canvas with a stumble towards Jake Diamond. Jake turns around slowly to face Bret, night stick raised, Bret surprises him yet again when he throws the handful of tacks into the face of Jake as the crowd lets out a roar of boos at the dirty tactics from Bret Baxton. Bret stumbles away from Jake as he swipes at his eyes quickly, trying to stop the sting from the poking of the tacks. As Jake stumbles around the ring, Bret slowly drops to a knee, out of breath and energy for the moment, he spits up another wad of blood, a hand swiping at his lips to clear the crimson liquid from them. Bret slowly rises to his feet as Jake turns around, eyes watering from the deceitful attack, the two glare at each other if only for a moment before quickly lunging at each other for another shoulder and elbow tie up. This time Jake Diamond gets the upper hand, delivering a knee to Bret before ducking him down and lifting him up into a power bomb position. But his advantage slowly shifts as Bret wiggles on top of his shoulders before throwing his legs out and grabbing the head of Jake Diamond on his way down, planting his head into the mat with a DDT.

KB: Oh man, a face full of tacks again, this time for Jake Diamond, look at the way his head ricochets off the mat!

RHD: Dude, like, is he seizing or something? Cuz his body is doing weird things man.

KB: Well, if you’ve ever had a DDT, you’d know that that’s what happens, you cant control the way your body reacts to the impact.

Bret stands up, sheer determination driving him on as he moves over towards Jake Diamond who’s laying on the mat near motionless. Bret slowly leans down to lift him up and Jake grabs Brets feet on his way op, tearing them out from under him and sending Bret flat to his back. Jake spins on his heel before running to the turnbuckle and jumping up to the top rope, he throws taunts out to the crowd gaining their approval before turning around and leaping through the air, delivering a Picture Perfect Elbow Drop to Bret Baxton, putting him into the mat with a devastating signature move. Jake pops up from the attack and throws his arms into the air, getting the cheers of the crowd as a “Lets go Jake *clap clap clapclapclap*” chant starts.

RHD: Lets go Jake *clap clap clapclapclap* Lets go Jake *clap clap clapclapclap*

KB: You really annoy me sometimes… Why don’t you eat some of your brownies and make me happy by shutting up?

Jake looks around the ring with a grin before shooting his gaze to the door, then back to Bret. He pauses a moment, wondering what to do before walking over to the cage door, he looks down at the new lock and chain before letting out a loud growl. “FUCKING REF!” He looks up to the top of the cage, not wanting to waste time calling the ref over only to have him fumble with the key. He climbs the turnbuckle and grabs onto the cage and begins a slow climb up the cage. Just as he reaches the top of the cage he feels a grip at his pants and a head between his legs, he holds tight onto the edge of the cage before being pulled away as Bret jumps off the turnbuckle with a Flying Baxton Bomb, slamming Jake Diamond into the mat with a loud thud. After the move, Bret remains lifeless on the mat, having gathered all of his energy just so he could stop Jake from escaping.

KB: It looks to me like Bret Baxton just wants this match to continue, either that or he’s too tired to make his way to the cage door!

RHD: Tired? Yeah man I totally understand that, this show has gone on way too long. I mean look at those poor dudes, at least they get to sleep.

KB: You really deserve a smack Hippie Dude… Wait, I don’t even know your name, what’s your name.

RHD: Just call me… Random Hippie Dude, dude.

KB: Ok Random Hippie Dude Dude. *KB laughs lightly*

After lying in the ring motionless for about 30 seconds, Jake and Bret both begin to stir on the mat. Bret slowly forces himself to sit up, his head groggy and his vision blurred as Jake moves to his hands and knees, both bodies aching from only being in the ring for a few minutes. Both men make it to their feet and do a little groggy dance in the ring, stumbling around a bit before bumping into each other. Bret throws a blind punch and hits Jake in the shoulder and Jake responds with a blind punch of his own, hitting Bret in the jaw. Bret stumbles slightly, awake from the hit before throwing another jab for the ribs of Jake, Jake feels the wincing pain from the strike and wakes up himself, delivering a painful knee to the abdomen of Bret, forcing him to cough out a little more blood. Bret stumbles back winded from already taking so much damage to his mid section and Jake capitalizes, throwing a heavy foot into the ribs of Bret, forcing him back and to the turnbuckle. Jake moves in again before hooking Bret’s arm over his shoulder and hoisting him to the top rope. Bret fights back, throwing weak punches into Jakes stomach as Jake slowly climbs up and hooks an arm around Bret’s head, Bret throws a few more weak punches, not able to gather enough strength to fight back enough. Jake winces a few more times before grabbing Bret’s jeans and forcing him from his sitting position to mid-air flight. Bret and Jake fly through the air a few feet before the two slam down on the mat in pain, both in a predicament. Bret hurting from the constant abuse to his mid section and Jake hurting from landing on all of the thumb tacks he pushes out of the center of the ring. Both men lay on the mat, writhing in pain.

KB: Boy, I don’t know who got hurt more from that. But in all honesty, I think it was Bret, he’s already coughing up blood.

RHD: These are good brownies man.

KB: Oi…

TBCB Jake Diamond

((OOC: Sorry man, I was about to finish then decided to add a little more then got another small spurt of inspiration. Lets show these people what RPing is all about through our build up. *grins*))

[Jake Diamond]

Wincing even as he makes the slightest movement, Jake decides that it’d be better if he just lay still and wait for Bret to make the first move. Unfortunately, as Jake turns to check out Bret, he realizes that Bret making a movement won’t be happening for quite awhile. Letting out a deep sigh, Jake slightly props himself onto his elbows and letting out a deep groan as the air blows into the open gashes into his back and his elbows go even further into the tacks. Arching his back and lowering just a slight bit, Jake pushes back up with all of his might and uses the momentum to get to a seated position. Jake lowers his head and rests his hands on his legs as he inhales as much oxygen as he can. Still breathing heavily, Jake peers over to Baxton who still lays motionless then to the cage wall so close beside him and decides to put two and two together. Grabbing onto the ring ropes and steel cage with both hands, Jake pulls himself up to his feet and makes a strong effort in order not to fall back down onto the tacks. Taking one look back at Bret, who is now beginning to regain his composure, Jake props both of his feet on the bottom rope and tries to climb the cage like how a baby calf tries to walk. Bret, not positioned on as far as many tacks as Jake was, actually gets back to a standing position relatively quickly. Confused, Bret looks around the ring to find his opponent but sees nothing until he begins to scan the cage a notices the arrogant American almost dangling halfway up one of the cage walls. Trying to reach him as fast as possible, Bret stumbles over to the wall where Jake is at with spaghetti legs and uncomfortably walks over the same pile of thumbtacks Jake was lying on. Grabbing one of the Future’s legs, Bret tries to pull him down only to get a foot in the face for his efforts. Disgruntled but still capable, Bret begins to climb the wall as well, making it up to where Jake waits in mere moments. Jake, balancing himself on the top rope with Bret right beside him, backhands his opponent right in the side of the face. More insulted than anything, Bret responds with an elbow that just sails low of the head but effectively nails Jake in the shoulder. Jake Diamond responds once again this time attempting an impressive kick to Bret’s lower back which connects impressively and nearly knocks his adversary off the cage. Bret, however, sees his opening after slightly regaining his balance and kicks Jake hard in the back of the knee which causes him to lose balance and crotch himself on the top rope. The crowd definitely feeling Jake’s pain lets out a sigh of agony and begins to grow even more hostile as Bret bends over and grabs Jake’s head and places it under his armpit before jumping sideways off the cage and rolling mid-air driving Jake, along with himself, into the mat with an elevated swinging neckbreaker.

“Awe man, Jake’s balls must be freaking hurting! Like, it doesn’t matter how big of an ass you are, guys still should try to prevent anything from doing that!”

“Yeah, but Bret doesn’t care. He and Jake are actually similar people and… What are you doing?”

“Oh dude, sorry but I’ve got the munchies bad. Nothing fixes munchies like a bag of Doritos and a box of Dunkin Donuts! You want any big man?”

“What kind of stupid question is that? Of course I do, pass me those Doritos. Nice! Nacho flavored; my favorite!”

At the sound of Kingbear’s Doritos bag opening, nearly every head in the arena turns with the exception of those in the ring. Both Bret and Jake remain flat on their backs in the middle of the ring although Bret appears to be the only one in motion. Jake, laying in an almost comatose-like state, doesn’t even make an effort to move as he continues to stare up at the ceiling as, oddly enough, the sadistic smile shown on his face many times begins to show again. Bret, meanwhile, has already rolled onto his stomach and has already begun to push himself up to his feet. The attempt, however, appears to have gone sour as Bret slips on a few tacks and falls back down onto his chest, resulting in the grin to grow once again on Jake’s face. Bret’s second attempt to get standing proves to be more successful as he does it in nearly no time while Jake still lays motionless. Confused whether if he’s playing possum or he’s genuinely injured, the referee scurries over to Jake and bends over to ask if whether he’s alright or not, only to get no response other than the sadistic grin of Jake Diamond. Fed up, Bret pushes the referee away and grabs Jake by the back of his head from his side to try and pull him up only to get what Jake was so giddy to release, a swift punch to the groin. Bret Baxton, slightly confused on what had just happened, drops gently to both knees by Jake’s right side as Jake’s right hand falls lamely back to his side. Wasting as little time as he can, Jake rolls over to his side and quickly arches his back to try and crack it. With the attempted crack of his own back failing, Jake completes the roll onto his stomach and almost timidly pushes himself up. Looking back at Bret who remains on both knees, Jake lets out a laugh and shrugs his shoulders as if the low blow was expected. In reality though, despite Jake seemingly feeling fine the pain in his back remains excruciating and his groin is still slightly numb from the shot onto the top rope. Even with those problems and the gently throbbing in his left knee, The Future remains as arrogant as ever even going so far as sending a swift crotch chop towards Bret before bouncing off the ropes. On the return, however, Jake is met with plenty of surprise as well as he attempts to kick Brett cleanly in the face with his right leg, Bret ducks the slight roundhouse kick and, as Jake spins around from the momentum, gives The Future and brutal elbow shot to the back of Jake’s left knee. Feeing it buckle from the shot, Jake drops to the mat in a flurry of pain as the sharp feeling shoots up his entire leg. Bret, now grinning relatively largely himself, simply stares at Jake momentarily as he uses the time to his advantage in order take away the agony that dwells in his groin.

“Looks like both of their game plans seem to be working. Jake, by assaulting Bret’s head and utilizing cheap shots to his advantage, and Bret, by aiming at Jake’s knee and pretty much anything else he can inflict pain on, both appear to have taken a sizable advantage over each other.”

“And if they keep hitting each other in the sack then they can make sure that their kids won’t be fighting each other since I doubt they’ll be having any!”

“Shut up. Go back to your donuts… Wait does that one have sprinkles on it AND have a jelly filling? Pass those over, right now!”

“Dude… dick move. Now I’ve got nothing left, man. Here, at least let me have that one over there…”

Random Hippie Dude tries reach over to grab one of the honey glazed donuts in the corner only to receive a thunderous growl from Kingbear. Meanwhile, somewhere in the arena, Hyper Elf is desperately finding a way to reach the announcers desk and find this mystical sparkle covered jelly-filled donut. Back to the action in the ring, Bret has managed to get back to his feet and, realizing Jake more than likely wont be able to climb the cage with legs, grabs Jake’s left leg and spins around it before crossing Jake’s own legs across each other thus locking in a relatively effective figure four leg lock. Pushing down the leg, Bret let’s out a scream of victory through his blood drenched face, but victory proves to be far off. Not even wanting to make a sound, Jake remains almost mute only make barely inaudible replies of “Fuck no!” to the referee every time he asks if he would like to tap. To gain a higher elevation and an advantage, Bret presses his palms flat against the mat and continues to push down on the viciously effective hold. However Jake remains strong and tries his hardest to withstand the submission, knowing he could outlast his opponent. Time, regrettably, plays tricks on us all and Jake is no exception as his optimism grows weaker and weaker and the short seconds begin to seem like minutes. Finally, after one last crack is heard in his legs, Jake realizes his time is short and looks around desperately to find someway to break the hold. Trapped in the middle of the ring no longer surrounded by thumbtacks, Jake decides to take the original method and reverse the pressure of the hold. Reaching over with his left hand, Jake uses the weight advantage of his tucked leg and begins to easily roll over Bret’s straightened legs, all to his dismay. Now fighting against the strength and desperation of Bret, Jake finally lets out a powerful scream as he uses all of his might and finally reverses the pressure of the figure four leglock. Now, rather than releasing the hold from this position, Jake decides to induce as much pain as he can and forces his palms flat against the canvas and arches his back, now forcing the majority of the leg pressure onto Bret with an almost modified cross-legged Boston crab. With the tides now turned, Bret Baxton allows Jake Diamond the break they both necessarily need by removing one of his legs and breaking the hold. With both men now loaded with adrenaline, the pain in their bodies seems almost irrelevant as they both make it up to their feet rather swiftly. Before Jake has time to react, Bret swings and connects with a punch to the side of the face, only to have Jake respond with a punch of his own. After exchanging punches back and forth, Jake finally gains the advantage after a quick series of backhand chops to the Bret’s chest only to nail him with a spinning backfist. Jake, now feeling the roar of the audience on his side, jumps and pivots and connects with a beautiful enzuigiri to the back of Bret’s head that drops him down to one knee. Like a drunken man, Jake scrambles up to his feet and runs rather sloppily off the ropes and comes back and connects with a perfect Busaiku Knee Kick to the center of Bret Baxton’s face.

“Bret’s down man, Bret’s down! Jake dude go for it, you got some time!”

“What exactly do you propose Jake should do with the limited time he has until Bret gets up? Remember, Jake can barely walk and run without falling onto his face, how do you expect him to climb?”

“I thought after feeding you you’d be nicer, but you’re still hungry aren’t you big guy?”

“Very funny. Besides Doritos and donuts aren’t filling enough, I need like a steak or something…”

Possibly hearing the Random Hippie’s plea to escape, Jake stumbles almost dizzily to the nearby turnbuckle and begins to climb over the cage that way. Probably because he didn’t get enough speed behind it, the Busaiku Kick merely knocked Bret over long enough to give Jake a slight lead in the way of climbing the cage as Baxton hurries over rather sadly to the same corner that Jake is climbing. Too tired to fight or even be fought, Bret climbs the other side of the cage almost touching Jake’s back with his own as both the men ascend the God forsaken structure. With both men grabbing the top of the cage at the same time, Jake gently kicks Bret rather pointlessly and decides to stick with climbing. Pulling themselves up at the same time, Bret and Jake stand facing each other on the rather flimsy corner of the cage with both obviously having mutual tired feelings. However, not one to ever say die, Jake sloppily punches Bret in the side of the face but quickly grabs his arm to hold him up as he nearly had knocked his opponent out of the cage. The slightly demented chants of “Drop! Drop! Drop!” from the audience being the main background sound, Bret slaps away Jake’s hand and quickly gouges him in the eyes. Nearly falling off himself, Jake holds his balance and a horrible display of vision on Bret and throws another punch at Bret which lands once again on the side of his bloodied face. Beginning to get a sense of vertigo, Bret decides he wants off the cage and rather quickly and elbows Jake in the side of the face and grabs him across the throat, preparing to choke slam his opponent off the cage. Getting a worse sense of vertigo than Bret, Jake pivots his head and bites the hand around his throat and desperately punches Bret right back but right in the throat. Seeing his opening, Jake kicks a coughing Bret Baxton hard in the gut and steadily places the man’s head between Jake’s own legs. Preparing for a move he hadn’t done in quite some time, Jake grins as he underhooks both of Bret’s arms and towards the audience yells out “Time for a dive, motherfucker!” triumphantly. Jumping to their feet in awe and anticipation, the audience watches as the events unfolding as if it were a car accident. In one fluid movement, Jake lifts Bret’s feet off the cage slightly and pivots his own back foot just enough to aim for the center of the ring. Aimed and with one leg holding him for support, Jake jumps off of the twenty foot cage and holds the double underhook on Bret as they prepare to collide with the middle of the canvas. Almost in slow motion, Jake crashes into the ring delivering a horrific Riverside Dive off of the top of the steel cage, buckling both knees in the process and feeling his back nearly snap. Bret, unfortunately, doesn’t fair any better as his bloodied face crashes into the mat and his body bounces up almost lifelessly, resulting in the inevitable “HOLY SHIT!” chants from the fans in attendance.

TBCB: Bret Baxton