versus

"Crown Prince of Hardcore" NomaD w/Kidd Kidman

MWF Xtreme Championship Number One Contender Match

Referee: Grant August

["Seamless" by American Head Charge hits the PA system, and about half of the people in the crowd start to cheer loudly for NomaD.]

JP: Here we go, Sully. This is gonna be one bumpy right, to become Xtreme champion!

Sully: This is gonna be XTREME! This is gonna be HARDCORE! There is gonna be no mercy in this match, JP.

JP: And don't this crowd no it! They're bloodthirsty.

[NomaD storms out to a decent reception from the crowd, and continues down the ramp. He stops at the bottom, and searches under the ring.]

JP: NomaD is getting hardcore already, Sully! This guy truly wants to face JayZ next week for the title.

[NomaD pulls out a 2x4 plank of wood and throws it over the top rope. He rolls into the ring and leans back on the ropes, surprised at the feedback he is getting from the crowd.]

Peter Santos: In the ring, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 230 pounds - the 'Crown Prince of Hardcore' NomaD!

[NomaD bounces off the ropes, in an attempt to pump the crowd up even more. However, a small group of people on the front row boos and holds up the banner to the camera. It reads, 'Yeah� yeah� NomaD still sucks!'.]

Sully: I can't understand why the crowd has turned to NomaD, a few weeks ago he wasn't so hot.

JP: I think the crowd seem to like 'The Untouchables', Sully. And we may see them tonight if NomaD gets in trouble. That's Kidd Kidman and EyCe, if you didn't know, folks.

[NomaD is caught suddenly off-guard by Zach Fredericks from behind, as he emerges from the crowd. Fredericks spins NomaD round and sends him right of the ring with a forearm. Fredericks, incensed with violence, picks up the 2x4 on the mat, the white in his eyes glints off the arena lights.]

JP: Fredericks' gone mad. Look at him� he's insane!

Sully: Let's hope he doesn't do anything stupid! Haha.

JP: He's already done that! Not making a proper entrance makes him look pretty damn stupid to me.

Sully: Clever, more like, JP.

[NomaD picks himself up, and before entering the ring again, searches under the mat for a weapon. He quickly pulls out a metal sheet. He circles the ring, with Fredericks watching his every move from inside the squared-circle. NomaD quickly slides into the ring, and Zach Fredericks brings the 2x4 down, aiming for his opponent's back. NomaD quickly slides out of danger and the two are left staring each other down, both with a weapon in their hand.]

JP: I don't like where this is heading, Sully. Look at the expression in these guys' eyes.

['All Killer' Zach Fredericks thunders toward NomaD, who - with a little more common sense than Fredericks, moves out of the way, and takes him down with a diving bulldog. He goes towards Zach's knee, and lifts it up, above the ground. He then slams it down onto the sheet of metal he strategically placed earlier.]

Sully: Clever move from the 'Crown Price of Hardcore', JP!

JP: Fredericks is reeling� look at him.

[Zach, holding his knee, climbs to his feet and hobbles out of the ring. NomaD gets a breather and watches as Zach hobbles over to the entrance ramp. He starts to laugh as Zach attempts to pulls up the thin plastic mat surrounding the ring. He succeeds, and rips off a large, metre-by-metre square, of the stuff and threatens NomaD with it.]

Sully: Haha! Look what he's doing now!

JP: NomaD will have him covered. This guy is insane, he really is.

['All Killer' slides the sheet under the bottom rope and NomaD watches on, as Fredericks climbs into the ring over the second rope. NomaD stands his ground, but this time Zach over-powers him. He takes him down with a clothesline and picks him up immediately after. He picks him up, and holds him above his shoulders, in an initial spinebuster stance. He stumbles over to the sheet of rather hard plastic that is lying on the canvas. NomaD struggles but to no avail.]

JP: He can't be thinking what I think he's thinking!

Sully: I think so, JP. This could hurt!

[Zach Fredericks snarls in the direction of the camera, before completing the spinebuster - dropping NomaD onto the hard mat. He holds his back in pain, as Fredericks picks up the 2x4 he had earlier. He walks over to NomaD, who is still writhing in pain. He then brings the wood down onto the back of NomaD, causing him to scream out in pain.]

JP: No�! That was ugly! Someone stop this fight.

Sully: Haha! This is great. XTREME! XTREME!

[Zach does another blow at NomaD, who rolls around on the canvas. Zach eventually eases off, and climbs out of the ring, in search of even more deadly destructive weapons. He pulls out, from under the ring, a table - the crowd's dismay.]

Sully: Haha! A table� this is great.

[Zach sets up the table on the outside of the ring, but goes under the ring for something else.]

JP: Oh no� what else could he want!?

[Ten seconds later, 'All Killer' Zach Fredericks emerges. This time, with a full can of lighter fluid under his arm! The majority of the crowd boos, but can't help themselves, and start to cheer, at the thought of seeing an early 'flaming table'!]

Sully: Wooh! Flaming tables, JP! They're premature� we weren't expecting these to the main event!

JP: Tell me I'm NOT seeing this, Sully.

[Wasting no time whatsoever, Zach Fredericks takes the lid off the bottle and quickly douses the table in the liquid. He uses up the whole bottle, and as he pores on the last drop, a satisfyingly sadistic look crosses his face. He looks back at NomaD in the ring who is nursing the back of his head and neck, that has started to bleed.]

JP: Zach Fredericks is inhuman! How can anyone get kicks outta this!?

[Fredericks pulls out a match from his pocket and - with a big smile on his face - strikes the match. He discards of it, onto the top of the table, and it quickly ignites in yellow and orange flames! Zach shields his face, not estimating very well how high the flames would rise. He quickly slides back into the ring and stomps on NomaD.]

Sully: Haha! NomaD better watch it, 'cos this one could be over very soon!

JP: I hope Tom Holliday is on the ready.

Sully: Who?

JP: The chief medical officer, Sully.

[Fredericks whips NomaD against the rope, and the crowd are watching intensely as the match reaches its climax. Then suddenly, from the entranceway, runs EyCe and Kidd Kidman - to NomaD's rescue. In the ring, 'All Killer' catches NomaD in the belly-to-back position.]

JP: Yes! They've come to NomaD's rescue� they're gonna stop this monstrosity!

Sully: But look how close Fredericks and NomaD are to the flames!

[The split-second before Fredericks executes his trademark move, 'The Guilt Trip', over the top rope, EyCe storms into the 'frying pan' and breaks the move up. Kidman jumps over the top rope and before Fredericks even hits the floor, he executes the 'Twist of Fate', sending both Zach Fredericks and NomaD back down to the floor.]

JP: Oh my! That was a damn close call. No will someone please extinguish those flames!

Sully: It's not over yet, JP! The flames are still legal.

[Poor referee Grant August tries this best to get NomaD's cronies out the ring, but his efforts fail miserably. He is pushed to the side of the ring, forced to watch on as EyCe and Kidman hoist Fredericks onto their shoulders. The crowd is simultaneously shouting 'DOWN! DOWN!' and at that very point, Fredericks goes on his own 'Guilt Trip' all the way down onto the flaming table wreckage, causing an uproar with the crowd.]

JP: Holy crap! Tell me that didn't just happen!

Sully: Flaaammmiinn' tables, JP!

[EyCe helps NomaD out the ring, as Kidman manages to pull Fredericks out of the burning wreckage. August slides out of the ring as NomaD lays his arm across the chest of Zach Fredericks: 1� 2� 3! "Seamless" by American Head Charge hits the PA system once again, and Kidman helps NomaD up to his feet.]

Peter Santos: The winner of this match, and new Xtreme Champion number one contender� NOMAD!

[NomaD stumbles up the ramp with Kidman and NomaD by his side. The cameraman points his camera down at Fredericks who lies by the side of the flaming table wreckage. As the victorious threesome disappear up the ramp, The Jeopardizer appears through the crowd. He stands next to Zach Fredericks and looks down.]

JP: What the hell is the Xtreme champion doing out here!

[He looks down at Fredericks and chuckles to himself, then looks up at the top of the ramp where NomaD was a few moments ago.]

JP: Well, we now know who will go to face The Jeopardizer next week and they should have one hell of a match.

Sully: I can't wait to see The Jeopardizer finally being beaten down and that title wrenched from his grasp.

JP: I don't second that...besides The Jeopardizer has a chance tonight to become the MWF World Champion as well as keeping his MWF Xtreme belt.

Sully: But to do that he has to go through Sam King and Anarkist.

JP: Anarkist has been through hell and back to get to the Main Event, but you can't say he didn't try last week on Dynamite when he defeated Hart Evans.

Sully: Evan's was all over him but Anarkist came back...take a look at this...

{{{[The crowd are roaring on Hart Evans as he looks to climb a bit futher up the cage, he is in reach of Anarkist and the "Weapon of Mass Destruction" reaches up and grabs the legs of Hart Evans, who looks round in surprise to see Anarkist. "The Headliner" kicks out but Anarkist grabs him and pulls him onto his shoulders...the crowd know what is coming as Hart Evans struggles but Anarkist keeps him firmly on his shoulders. The crowd jeer loudly as Anarkist slams "The Headliner" down onto the hard concrete, and a piece of barbed wire...the Broken Rule doing the job as Hart Evans is laid out on the concrete.]

JP: Broken Rule! Broken Rule!

Sully: Anarkist has broken the rules here on Dynamite and he could well be heading for the MWF World Championship once again...what a move.

[Hart Evans is out for the count and Anarkist places his foot on the cage and begins to climb again, Rick Jones holds Amanda close to him as Anarkist reaches up and grabs the steel and keeps climbing....the boos echo around the arena as the fans watch their former MWF World Champion climbing the cage. Anarkist is using one hand more than the other as blood rushes from it, he pauses half way to look down and smiles to see Hart Evans is not moving. Anarkist digs deep and keeps climbing, constantly checking over his shoulder.]

JP: Look at Anarkist go, he really wants this win...

Sully: He's being very careful, he learnt from previous occasions that you have to check the coast is clear.

JP: He's been burned before, but the "Weapon of Mass Destruction" will not be burnt twice!

[Anarkist is three-quarters of the way up, a huge 'Anarkist Sucks' chant is going around the crowd and Anarkist ignores them as he approaches the top of the cage. He grabs the top rim of the steel with his hand and hauls himself up, he places a foot on the top of the cage and looks down, surverying the blood stains in the ring and the bruised body of Hart Evans beneath him. He gives a smile of satisfaction and puts his leg over the top and brings his body to the outside of the cage and begins to climb down.]

Sully: This has been an amazing match from start to finish, Anarkist versus Hart Evans, part two has been incredible.

JP: Better than the first, this is like a never-ending book, with new chapters added every now and again.

Sully: Hart Evans has proved once again that he is a credit to the MWF, Anarkist comes through in this epic match.

JP: I can't believe we've sat through all that drama, I'm eghausted and I wasn't even wrestling!

[Anarkist is half way down the cage and he taunts the fans as he arrogantly asscends, Amanda calls for Charles Galliant to open the cage door and he unlocks it and Amanda throws the cage door open and rushes to the aid of Hart Evans. Two medics run down the entrance ramp as Anarkist reaches the end of the cage....he drops the last few feet and lands on his feet, Rick Jones looks over and gives Anarkist a nod of recognition. Anarkist walks over to Rick Jones and Jones points to the Canadian flag and extends his hand, Anarkist takes it and the crowd jeer loudly as the two men shake hands. Rick Jones has tears in his eyes as he walks into the cage.]

Sully: Why is Rick Jones crying?

JP: I think, like us, he just got lost in that match...I know I did.

Peter Santos: And your winner, Anarkist!}}}

Sully: Amazing by Anarkist, he showed nerves of steel to finally come back and win the match that he so easily would have won if The Jeopardizer hadn't of hit him with that chair from the top of the cage.

JP: Inspired by The Jeopardizer, he truly is a man of amazing talent.

Sully: He won't be so amazing after tonight when he gets the hell beaten out of him by King and Anarkist.

JP: You don't think King and Anarkist will work together do you?

Sully: No! They hate each other too much to do that!