The crowd continues it's "Holy Shit" chant as the two men outside the ring struggle to move. Joe is showing only minimal signs of life, Jack only in slightly better condition as they try to regain themselves on the cold mats. Jack is the first to move again, pushing himself back to his feet by the ring apron, but it is slow and laborious. As Jack reaches his feet, Joe finally begins to stir, rolling over onto his stomach and trying to push himself onto all fours. Jack grabs the injured man and tosses him back into the ring before following and locking in a seated Full Nelson. Joe lets a scream escape him as the hold adds further pain on his already mangled back. Joe is in no shape to get out of the move by power and is fading fast, but manages to keep a clear enough head to get his foot on the bottom rope. The Ref calls for Jack to break the Nelson, which he does at the count of three, then drags Joe into the middle of the ring. The IC Champion lays into Joe with a few kicks, each blow draining his opponent of just that much more stamina and strength. Jack lands a final kick to Joe and leans over to apply another lock, but Joe has it in him to counter, and does with a straight arm jab to the chin of Jack E. Breaker. The blow stuns Jack momentarily, more from the fact that Joe is moving then from the force of the hit itself, giving Big Joe the window he needs to get up to his knees and push Jack to the mat.
King: And there's the spirt of the fighting Irish.
JR: And the stubbornness. If he keeps fighting he could really hurt himself.
King: I think he already has, and he's just looking to repay the favor back to Jack.
Joe gets back to his feet and stumbles backwards into a corner, breathing heavily and taking advantage of the time it's taking Jack to get back to his. The last few exchanges have taken a lot of both men in the ring, and any time to recover is a plus. As Jack gets up onto one knee, Joe takes a deep breathe and runs at him as best he can, throwing himself forward with a big boot to the face, giving Jack a crimson mask to match Joeís own. Joeís momentum means to carry him forward after the hit, but his body has had too much and Joe falls to his knee, unable to follow up as Jack rolls on the ground, holding his face in pain. Joe gets back to a vertical base, hands on his knees, bent over and breathing hard. Joe goes for a leg drop on Jack, but Jack manages to rolls out of the way in the nick of time. Both men are down on the mat now in nearly a repeat of what happened outside the ring, only with rolls reversed as this time Joe is the first to move, but not by much. The two men make it up to their knees as roughly the same time and immediately begin throwing lefts and rights at each other, each hitting with all the might they have left in their bodies, Jack taking care to aim for Joeís recently repaired cheek bone, Joe going for the cut on Jacks forehead, trying to open up the Worlds Superior more and bleed the fight out of him, quite literally.
JR: I donít like the looks of this JR, this is supposed to be a submissions match, but I donít think either of these men will stop until the other is dead. The Ref should call this before someoneís career is ruined.
King: Iím inclined to agree with you there JR, but Mr. McKain said this match was a have a winner, so the Ref couldnít stop it if he wanted to.
Back in the ring Jack and Joe are both on their feet, the crowd cheering them on, each trying to level the other with massive lefts and rights. Neither is gaining the upper hand, though both seem to be getting weaker with each hit they take. Finally Jack manages to block a shot from Joe, knees The Emerald Flame in the stomach, and drives him back into the mat with a DDT. Jack springs back to his feet, the miracle that is adrenaline giving him renewed vigor. The Worlds Superior bounces off the rope and hitís a running knee drop across the back of Big Joe, before slapping on a guillotine lock, rolling under Joe to keep the Emerald Flame from being able to claw his way to the ropes, pulling on Joeís head and legs, stretching out the back. Joe screams, no longer having the energy to hold back the sounds of his pain and not willing to waste what he has left just to seem macho. Joe is fading, pain racking his very being, his vision starting to blur as he resist the urge to tap out. He has to win. He must win. He has to show everyone that heís more then just half of the Tag Team Champions, heís a man who knows how to fight. Joe summons the strength he has left and throws all his weight to one side, overpowering Jack just enough to get one arm and one leg back on the canvas. Joe starts kicking the mat with his foot, stirring up the audience into clapping along with the beat. The fan support energizes the Celtic Warrior, allowing him to get onto all fours, then to his knees, with Jack still locking in the choke. The clapping gets louder as Joe stands up, then erupts into cheers as he falls back and slams Jack between himself and the mat.
King: And again the tables have turned,! Iím telling you JR, this is one for the scrap books.
JR: Indeed it is King, I just hope we wonít have to include someoneís obituary in that scrap book.
King: Oh come on JR, these guys are tough as they come. Itíd take more then this to kill either of those men.
Joe sits up on the mat, relishing in the cheers and adulation from the crowd, drawing on their energy. He stands back up, looking down at the bloodied and bruised man on the mat in front of him. Here was his chance. Joe flips Jack onto his stomach and punches him a few times at the base of the neck before dropping down and locking in and STF. Jack lets loose a short yelp of pain, before swallowing the rest back and trying to claw his way toward the ropes. The going is slow with only one leg to push with, and the pain makes it hard for Jack to keep moving, keep summoning his will to fight, his need to win, opposed with every move by a man with something to prove to the world.
King: This could be it. Will the Worlds Superior be beaten at his own game? Or will Joe prove to be just another brawler who canít get it done against the big names?
JR: I donít know King, I just donít know.
Jack starts to pound the mat with his free hand, using the same tactic Joe used to get his lead in the match. The Breaker Boosters in the crowd start clapping along, giving Jack the inspiration he needs to make the ropes and break the hold. Joe breaks the hold almost immediately, frustration evident on his bloodied face. The Emerald Flame pulls himself back up by the ropes and goes to kick at Jack, but Jack moves out of the way and tackles Joe into the corner. The Worlds Superior lifts Joe onto the top rope, before hurling him off the top rope with a Super-Plex, sending the Tag Champion to the mat with authority. Joe arches off the mat in pain before lying there, motionless while Jack sits on the match and smiles.
JR: I donít like the looks of that smile King. He looks deranged.
King: Thereís nothing wrong with a little insanity JR, keeps you from going crazy.