MWF Xtreme Champion: "The Deadly One" Doomsday

versus

Odin w/Tempest

Non - Title Match

Referee: Chris Ford

Writer: Dom Stoate

JP: Well, The Master Plan have certainly had a huge impact since they signed on Odin and I am willing to accept that he is probably the icing on the cake for them.

Sully: Finally you acknowledge!

JP: I've always said Odin was a talented man with a great future.

Sully: No, that The Master Plan have made an impact! You finally admitted it!

JP: Hey, now wait one cotton-picking minute. I've said that from day one.

Sully: Oh hush. Join another bandwagon.

[Odin is moving down the ramp to his music, dressed neatly in shirt and tie. He would glare at various members of the audience, eyeing those that disgust him in particular as he goes, making his way towards the ring that Doomsday, the ring announcer and the referee populate.]

JP: But Odin has a huge task here tonight. Doomsday has a record amount of Dynamite matches under his belt, and not only that, but he is a former MWF World Champion. I truly believe that this is anybody s game.

Sully: Yeah, Doomsday has experience, but what is experience compared to the training of the legendary Tempest? I ask you that, JP. He is practically a god!

JP: I don t know how you can say that., Sully.

Sully: He is a saint, JP! A saint! Get me my sword, I have to Knight him!

JP: Gimme a break.

[Odin slides beneath the bottom rope, eyeing his competitor as he does before moving over towards the corner of the ring and tugging off his shirt, unbuttoning only a few of the buttons as he keeps his eyes firmly locked on his opponent.]

JP: Let's not forget that all of The Master Plan have been barred from ringside tonight. None of them can interfere in any of the matches concerning them which will surely be a huge blow to Tempest.

Sully: What do you mean by that, JP?

JP: Never mind.

Sully: No. What do you mean by it being a huge blow to Tempest? What are you suggesting?

JP: Why, that-

Sully: Because I will not stand for you besmirching Tempest, JP. He is a hero. A true legend.

[The referee checks both Odin and Doomsday before signalling to the outside, waving his arm. The bell rings and the fans watch in anticipation.]

JP: Well this match is underway, and I have to say that it is going to be extremely hard to call. Either man can win it.

Sully: Again, I m going to have to say Odin, if only because he has the advantage of having Tempest s training under his belt.

JP: What is with you? What is this obsession with Tempest?

Sully: It s no obsession! I m just a great fan. And who isn't?

JP: I can name a few

[Odin lunges forwards, getting down low and nailing Doomsday in the gut with a hard head butt of sorts. Doomsday staggers back a little, truly caught off guard by the attack. Odin takes advantage of him being stunned and picks himself up, leaning back on the ropes in front of him before darting forwards and sending a kick to the big man s gut. Doomsday roars in shock as he is barrelled backwards a few steps by the kick. He leans against the ropes for support and Odin, after taking another run-up, darts forwards, going to bring him down with a third and final strike. He does not manage to bring him down or even actually land the hit in the end. Doomsday pulls himself up before nailing the running Odin with a huge and very sudden big boot that sends Odin back onto the back of his head, much to the delight of the audience.]

JP: Man! What an impact there! I don t think any amount of training could prepare Odin for that!

Sully: You want to know what I think?

JP: Dare I ask?

Sully: I think Odin let him have that one.

JP: And what, pray tell, makes you think that?

Sully: I think Odin let him have it because he is trying to lure him into a sense of false security.

JP: Oh, gimme a break.

Sully: It's true!

JP: Well, for whatever reason, Odin is on the canvas and he looks hurt.

Sully: What a genius!

[Doomsday, holding onto his guy briefly, would move towards Odin, going to grab him by the hair. He would pull him up to his feet, straightening him up before drawing back a fist and thumping Odin across his face. Odin s head is thrown to the side from the impact and he would stagger away into the corner, holding onto the turnbuckle. Doomsday, who is picking up a lot of cheers from the audience, would seize Odin by the head before throwing him forwards, head-first into the turnbuckle. Odin hits it hard before turning around to face Doomsday, slouched in the corner, thoroughly dazed. Doomsday would close in on him again, raising an arm towards the audience before bringing up a hand and slamming it hard into the chest of Odin. Odin cries out as he is slapped across the chest. He would wrap his arms across his bare chest before going to shove his way out of the corner. With a shoulder, Doomsday would force him back into the corner before, quicker this time, throwing his arms to the side and slamming his hand and wrist across Odin s bare chest, much to the delight of the fans.]

JP: Doomsday, after a shaky start, in firm control of this match. He is giving Odin no where to run and no where to hide!

Sully: All part of the plan, JP. I promise.

JP: What would you know anyway? What do they tell you-?

Sully: That is for me to know, and you to well wheedle out of me after a few cold suds.

[Doomsday raises a huge hand again before bringing it down hard onto his opponent who writhes in the corner. Odin, breathless, would look up towards Doomsday, hands raised in a plea. You can hear him cry out: No more! Please, no more! to Doomsday who just turns to look at the audience as if wanting to hear their opinion on what he should do. They cheer at the turned Doomsday who then turns back to Odin, his jaw tightened as he shakes his head slowly and definitely. The fans cheering gets more intense as he raises a huge palm, bringing it down a fourth and final time onto the chest of Odin who slouches forwards, dropping onto his knees in front of Doomsday before landing on his face, arms wrapped across his chest.]

JP: Doomsday just giving the fans what they want!

[Doomsday walks casually over towards Odin and leans down, grabbing him by the back of the head and pulling him up to a standing position again, never once letting go of the grip on his hair. He turns back to the fans again, looking about as if, again, waiting for them to decide what to do with Odin. They all start to cheer and make a hell of a racquet that reverberates about the building just like before, only intensified. Doomsday turns back to the barely-standing Odin before going to grab him.]

JP: He's going to go for the Shotgun blast!

[As he grabs onto Odin he would go to nail him in the gut with a snap kick. He doesn't  quite manage it, though. Odin draws his own leg upwards and blocks the kick before quickly lowering that leg and then drawing up the other, nailing Doomsday right down below. The fans sound less than impressed that he managed to get away with it.]

JP: No! That is no excuse for that! He should be disqualified!

Sully: Oh-ho! Right in the crackers!

[Odin turns to the same area of fans that Doomsday had referred to before landing the chop and outstretches his arms before, with a cocky and confident smile on his face, doing a little jig on the spot. This gets a huge reaction from the audience who yell and scream curses at him. The referee intervenes quickly, taking Odin by the arm and barking words at him. Odin outstretches his arms again, this time in dispute.]

JP: The referee giving Odin a good talking to about that low blow, I think. Is he going to DQ him?

Sully: He better not. That would wreck the whole false-security plan!

[Odin and the referee argue heatedly as the audience begin to chant the downed Doomsday s name, chanting and clapping their hands.]

JP: These fans really getting behind Doomsday.

[Odin slaps his hands together, arguing that what had happened was purely an accident and that he was aiming for the gut rather than the sensitive area. He is so busy yelling and screaming at the referee that he does not notice Doomsday crawl across the ring mat, getting himself behind his opponent. Doomsday then, quickly, aims a punch up in between Odin's legs, giving him a taste of his own medicine. This is greeted by a huge ovation from the audience.]

Sully: No! Disqualify him!

[Odin stands there for a moment, looking about ready to buckle, hands clasped closely to himself as he drops onto his knees. Doomsday gives a quick look to the referee who turns around, hands moving behind his back as he mock-whistles innocently. This, also, is greeted by a huge ovation from the audience as Doomsday smiles and turns to the ropes behind him. He would lean back into them before shooting forwards and landing a huge kick to the face of Odin, knocking him backwards. The referee would turn around in time to see Doomsday go for the cover on Odin. The referee, after ignoring the DQ offence from Doomsday after failing to DQ Odin for the same, drops down and hammers his hand onto the mat, making the cover.1... 2... Odin just manages to get the shoulder up.]

JP: A close call, there. Odin managing to get the shoulder up after well a low blow, but not one that was undeserved.

Sully: What do you mean? Odin s was an accident!

JP: You know that isn't true!

[Doomsday kneels up, licking his lower lip as he looks about the arena, wondering just how Odin managed to kick out of that pin attempt. He would sigh, shaking his head before hauling himself up into a standing position, leaning on the ropes as he does so. He does not release the ropes as he finds his feet and then lands two or three kick stomps to the now-bloodied face of Odin who writhes on the floor in agony. The referee can not allow this for much longer and after three kicks to the face, would break it up, forcing Doomsday back and lecturing him about kicks to the face. Doomsday would outstretch his arms in the same sort of manner as Odin had, arguing his innocence and giving Odin a chance to find his feet (once again, with the aid of the ring ropes). Doomsday trots over towards Odin, planting his hands onto the back of his head before striking him with a brought-up knee. Once. Twice. Three times. Again, the referee intervenes. Doomsday gives the referee a look before grabbing onto Odin before he fell down back onto the canvas. Odin, again, shows remarkable resilience and, as Doomsday looks back towards the referee, snaps out of the bloodied daze he finds himself in before snapping an elbow across the face of Doomsday, knocking the big man back. He would strike him again before leaning back against the ropes as he had done before, lunging forwards and drop kicking the big man in the chest hard, knocking him back finally!]

Sully: What a shot!

JP: Odin showing amazing ability to find his feet after several huge strikes to the face from the foot and knee.

[Odin would pull himself up, heaving in and out with breath as blood drips from his nose and mouth freely. He would look at the fallen Doomsday before reaching up and wiping at his face, clearing the blood from around it before directing his attention towards the turnbuckle. He glances back towards Doomsday, who appears to be recovering and hurries himself, hauling himself up to the top of the turnbuckle.]

Sully: Yes! The most incredible turnbuckle move since the Rump Thump! Better, even!

[Odin waits for the right moment before leaping off the turnbuckle, attempting to land the Frite-Lite! He soars through the air but Doomsday shows surprising speed in getting away. Diving to the side, he avoids the flying kick, leaving Odin to land on his front hard. Doomsday sits against the ropes but does not do so for long. After a brief sit down, he would drag himself to his feet one last time before staggering towards Odin who doesn't t look to be getting up any time soon. He hauls him up before letting him waddle about a little bit on the canvas, hand raised. When the time is right, Doomsday would seize Odin by the throat. Odin s eyes widen as he is gripped by the neck.]

Sully: No! No way!

[Doomsday grunts a little before lifting the other big man up into the air with his one hand before planting him down with the Lock N Load, bringing himself down to his knees as he goes down. Odin almost goes through the canvas with the impact, laying flat out in the ring, head to the side, eyes closed. Doomsday kneels up, breathing heavily as he goes down for the cover....1 ....2 ....3!! Doomsday picks up the win!]

Peter Santos: And your winner, through pinfall, Doomsday!