(Just trying to keep up)
Joe slowly sits up, resting against the ropes, then slowly pushing himself to his feet. His whole body hurts, and he is angry at himself for having to tap out to Jack first. Joe cracks his back looks at the prone form of Jack E. Breaker, sizing him up for his next assult. The man in the kilt aims a few boots to the back of Jacks next, further working on the already tender area. Joe grabs a fist full of Jacks hair and hoists him to his feet, then follows up with an Irish Whip into the ropes and a spear to the gut of Jack as he bounces off the ropes. Joe smirks at the fallen man in front of him and drops a knee across Jacks sternum, then uses his knee to choke Jack. Jacks body being robbed of air seems to re-energize the Worlds Superior, and he starts wildly throwing punches in an attempt to dislodge Joe from atop him. Jacks manic energy allows him to push the knee from off of his larynx, and puts him in a crawling position, gasping for air.
King: There's nothing like the specter of possible death to motivate a man.
JR: That's for damn sure King. Panic can be a very powerful emotion.
Joe attempts to grapple Jack as he's on all fours, but the IC Champion is having none of it and hits a snapmare to bring Joe back down to the mat. This puts Jack in the perfect postion to work on Joe's spine again, which he does with a few hard side kicks, following with a spin kick to Joe's temple. The blow knocks Joe to the mat, his eye's glazing over slightly, and leaving him vulnerable to an Indian Death Lock, further working over Joe's already injured left leg, and shaking the cobwebs from his head. Joe kicks out wildly with his right leg, and catches Jack squarely in the knee with his heel, breaking the hold and putting Joe back in the drivers seat from the moment. The Emerald Flame pulls himself into a kneeling postion, his weight supported on his right leg, then pushes himself foward, hitting Jack with a back splash. Joe hooks his arm around the front of Jacks throat and pulls back, using his weight to pin Jacks legs to the ground in a modified Bow and Arrow lock.
King: And it looks like Joe is attempting to repay Jack in kind for all the tortures to the spine he's been through tonight.
JR: I just hope he doesn't get his head clouded with thoughts of revenge here King. He needs to keep focused on getting Jack to tap out.
King: I'm sure he can do both.
Joe is indeed focused on getting the Worlds Superior to tap out, pulling Jacks neck and spine back just as far as it can go. Jack has already taken alot of punishment to the neck tonight, and it looks as though this may be the proverbial it for Breaker, but he somehow manages to dig deep and roll himself forward just enough to get his head out from under Joe's arm. Joe is not to be denied and starts throwing punches to the back of Jacks head, keeping him down and hurt. Joe gets back to his feet, adrenaline coursing through him now that he senses that Jack is hurting, smelling a tap out on it's way. Joe wrenches the Worlds Superior back to his feet and into the ropes with one fluid motion, then charges after Jack and hits him in the knee with a dropkick. The Big Joe fans explode with cheers, while the gamblers call their bookies, knowing that Joe is once again trying for the Trinity. The Emerald Flame lives up to his nickname as he's definatly a house afire right now. Joe uses Jacks left leg as a steping stool as he hits the bigger man in the head with an Enzinguri. The cheers for Joe get lounder as he hits the last part of the Trinity, the crossface lock. The presure on Jack'ss neck and upper spine is obviuosly tremendous, especailly in light of the damage those area's have already taken. Caught as he is in midring, there is no where for Jack to go.
JR: MY GAWD what a combination! Now we see why Joe has been doing his damndest to work that neck all match.
King: Indeed we do. He might call the the Trinity, but it usually his opponents calling for the Father, Son and Holy Ghost for help when he hits all three.
Jack is in serious pain now, not able to push himself far enough toward the rope by leg might alone. The ref gets down to see if Jack will submit, but Jack is determinded not to, biting back a scream as a river of sweat runs down he's face. Jack shakes his head no to the ref, trying with all his might to dig deep again and break this hold, but there is nothing he can do anymore, and the Worlds Superior has no choice but to tap out to Big Joe.
King: And there it is! He tapped out! This match is tied.
JR: And we're only a little way past the halfway mark. This match has another twelve minutes left by my watch.
Joe breaks the hold and smiles. He just made Jack E. Breaker tap out, and it feels good. Joe awards Jack the same courtesy show to him earlier in the match and retreats to his corner, catching his breath and waiting for Jack to get back to his feet, or at least a knee. Jack in turn pierces Joe with a stare, anger and disbelief mingled together on his face. This was not supposed to happen. This was supposed to be easy. Joe comes charging at Jack, ready to land a kick to the face, but Jack leans back just enough to dodge, and sweep kicks Joe's legs out from under him. The Emerald One crashes back first into the mat, setting his back aflame with pain as his spine absorbs the impact, arching forward and rolling onto his stomach. Jack stand and kicks Joe hard across the back, bounces himself off the ropes and hits a running knee drop right to the middle of Joe's exposed back, causing Joe to arch his back in pain once more, holding in a scream and fighting back the tears of pain that threaten to escape.
JR: How can two men do these things to eachother for no reason? This is a match the fans voted to see, and you'd think it's for the title.
King: There may not be a title on the line, but there is a lot of pride and the bragging rights that go with winning a match like this. Jack is out to prove that he's the best in the DWF, and a win over Joe will certainly help prove that. Joe is fighting to prove that's he's a tough son of a bitch and that he's still as good, if not better, as he was three years ago. Neither man cares that this is non-title, this a war.