"Phoenix" Sean Harley

versus

MWF Xtreme Champion: "The Deadly One" Doomsday

Non Title Match

Referee: Chad Pattison

Writer: Jon Beavers

Lois McNeal: I am here with number one contender, Doomsday who will be in a match against the returning Sean Harley. Doomsday, how does it feel to know you have a shot at The Phoenix?

Doomsday: Sean Harley? Sean Harley?! This idiot has not only screwed out of career-changing opportunities, but he nearly ended my career. The doctors back in Oklahoma City told me that I may never wrestle again after what he did. Tonight, there won't be very much 'wrestling' going on either, as I will give him the most hellacious beating seen on MWF TV. I repeat, I am not going out to that ring just to beat him in a clean pin fall.. I'm going out there to beat him, and beat him, and beat him. Now if you'll excuse me, Lois I have a match to prepare for..

Lois: A man of very few words. Back to JP & Sully at the Announce Booth.. Guys?

JP: Thanks Lois. Up Next is a contest featuring a man everybody should know very well. The man known as Doomsday, shortly after returning from injury, he is now first in line to get a shot at the World Championship. Sully what are his chances like?

Sully: Um, No Chance in Hell?

JP: Sully, shut up. We really don't know about the condition of Harley, and whether or not he'll be suffering any 'ring rust'. He has a tough task in front of him this week.

Peter Santos: First, Making his way to the ring, Weighing in at 310 pounds, From New York. He is Doomsday!

[Doomsdays theme plays on the arenas speakers as the Crowd cheer him on his way to the ring as he looks cocked, and ready for the "lock-n-load"..]

Peter Santos: And his opponent. Weighing in at 220 pounds, From Chelmsford, England. Arisen from the ashes he is "The Phoenix" Sean Harley!

[Firefly by Breaking Benjamin plays on the P.A. as flaming pyros go off, and "The Phoenix" makes his way to the ring as the crowd begins to boo. He gets in the ring taking the mic from Santos, who runs like a scalded dog.]

Sean Harley: That's The Phoenix, you ass-clown!

[He tosses the mic, and sets his eyes on Doomsday as the two opponents stare down, They walk to the centre of the ring, nose to chest, and Doomsday
shoves Harley. The Phoenix retaliates, shoving back, and the crowd erupts as both men begin trading blows back and forth, in rapid succession..]

JP: Wow!! Explosive beginning!! Harley doesn't t seem to be scared at all of "The Deadly One"..

Sully: Scared? Of Doomsday? Ha!

[Harley punches Doomsday and The Deadly One fires back. The two men trade blows until Doomsday gets the upper hand and knocks down The Phoenix.]

JP: The number one contender is clearly the stronger of the two men taking advantage of his size by knocking down The Phoenix.

Sully: Oh for the love of God, John. Everyone with a brain knows that The Phoenix is playing with him.

JP: We'll see, Sully, we'll see.

[Doomsday picks him up sending him to the ropes, Harley comes back and ducks a clothesline. On his way back Harley connects with a Tornado DDT!]

Sully: What a move, you see that!

[Doomsday gets up, slowly, bur Phoenix is on him like Watson on a fruit pie, and Doomsday gets hit with a low dropkick to the head.]

Sully: See? no rust. Harley is dominating this match, He hasn't let the big dummy get "any" offense..

[Harley goes up to the top turnbuckle, but Doomsday, lunges towards the rope, catching them, and making Harley fall to the mat.]

JP: Yes! This is the Turning Point! Doomsday to win!

[Doomsday goes over to Harley and grabs the top rope for leverage, putting a boot to Harleys' throat, choking him, as the fans cheer on.]

JP: These fans have no respect for Harley, that's for sure.

Sully: Well maybe if Harley gave a little respect to the fans first, they would cheer him!

[The ref breaks the move with a count, and the fans seem dissatisfied. He picks Harley up, and stands him in the corner, measuring a few well-placed elbows to the side of the head.]

JP: Look at the pummelling that Harley is taking!

Sully: All part of the plan, John.

[Doomsday whips Harley to the opposing turnbuckles, Harley bounces out of them, and lands to his hands and knees, with his forearm on the small of his back. Doomsday picks him up, and the process is repeated.]

JP: Doomsday, pound for pound, the strongest man in the federation. Add that to the fact that he's the biggest man, and you can only imagine the pain that Harley is in right now.

[The referee moves around, as Doomsday is met with an eye rake, he stumbles back, into the ref, swinging blindly, and knocking him down, and then grabs the rope for stability, as he tries to regain his vision. Harley has slid out of the ring, and has grabbed a chair from the timekeeper.]

Sully: And here's what separates the winners from the losers, John.

[The Phoenix, back in the ring, meets Dooms dead centre, and swings. Doomsday catches the overhead chair, and grasps it away. Harley thinks quick on his feet, kicks Dooms in the gut, and then DDTs him onto the chair still grasped by his hands.]

JP: Why the hell did Harley? Is The ref ok? My God! Doomsday is out!! Damn the Phoenix!!

Sully: What for?

[Crash-N-Burn, shooting star leg drop, as the ref comes too, he's crawling over..]

Sully: This one is over, The fat lady has sung.

[Harley covers Doomsday. The referee counts, but it's slow. 1......2......]

Sully: What the hell is this? A foot on the rope? Since when does THAT stop
a count?

JP: Sully!! Doomsday has beaten the Crash and Burn Unbelievable!

[Harley looks frustrated and looks over at the referee shocked. He walks up to the referee and corners him in the turnbuckle, yelling.. Doomsday comes running in with a corner elbow, sandwiching Harley and the referee, both men crumpling to the ground.]

JP: Oh man, that's twice! We need a new official! Someone!

Sully: I could do it!

JP: I'm sure you could, you one-sided...

[Harley is hoisted off his knees, high into the air, by his throat, and planted into the mat. We have just witnessed, the Lock-N-Load. A cover, and the crowd counts... 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... But there is no referee to see it.]

Sully: Where's the referee?! Out for the count, serves the big oaf right! That's twice he's taken the ref out of the match tonight!

JP: Both times were accidents, you saw it right in front of you! This is unfair, Doomsday had this match won but there is no referee.

Sully: Because OF Doomsday!

[Doomsday walks over, and slaps the referee awake. Low Blow from behind by Harley. He rolls him up, grabbing the trunk/pants showing a side of Dooms we  really don't want to see, as the referee makes his count 1... 2... 3!]

Peter Santos: And your winner, through pin fall, Sean Harley!

JP: No!

Sully: I love it when a plan comes together! I told you John, no revenge for Doomsday tonight!

[Harley gets out of the ring quickly laughing at Doomsday. The crowd begins a chant of 'Bull-Shit!' in unison. Doomsday gets up realizing that he's missed his chance for revenge, and not by his own doing. He picks up the referee and gives him a Lock And Load which prompts a Huge pop from the crowd.

JP: Doomsday was ultimately screwed here tonight. Sean Harley in a no good son-of-a...

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