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MWF Tag Team Champion: "Hardcore Living Legend" Insane Wayne and "The Deadly One" Doomsday

Tag Team Match

Referee: Charles Galliant

Writer: Dom Stoate

[As the tag champion along with his partner for tonight, Doomsday enter the ring, the fans would cry out their names.]

JP: And it is very clear indeed who the fans want to win this affair, but you have to wonder if the Champions can hold out against the World Champion and his pal, Wildfire, who have both been very close as of late.

Sully: Oh, don't sound so disgusted. So the guys like to keep each other company! So what! It's a sensible thing to have friends in this business. You need someone that is gonna be there when you're bein' stepped to, and that is what Wildfire is to the World Champ', and that is what the Ace Spade is to Wildfire!

JP: Well, call it what you will, but those two are no good, and they certainly aren't any good being together, I'll tell you that much for free.

[As Insane Wayne passes his title belt to the referee, he'd rub at the sides of his face, sniffing as he readies himself for the bout, standing very, very tall in comparison to the World Champion and his partner. The first man in the ring is Wildfire, who walks about as the bell rings, facing the much, much larger Insane Wayne.]

JP: It is clear that Insane Wayne and Doomsday have the height, weight and probably strength advantage, but their opponents are very renowned for being wily individuals with a lot of spunk! They are not going to be easy even for these big men!

Sully: Thank you! Finally you give these two the credit that they deserve! Of course they're not going to be easy; in fact, I think that they are going to be the ones coming out with the win here tonight.

JP: Well, each to his own.

[Wildfire leaps forwards and Doomsday slams him down onto his front.]

JP: Don't forget how Doomsday took on the World Champion for the title last week and- Oh my! A huge side walk slam from Doomsday, landing Wildfire hard onto his back in the middle of the ring!

[Doomsday moves for the cover, neglecting to hook the leg. 1�2-And Wildfire gets the shoulder up.]

Sully: Hah! If he thinks that he can keep Wildfire down with that he's got another thing coming!

[Wildfire rolls over to the corner of the ring, grabbing onto the bottom rope and holding his arm around the rope and crying out as Doomsday grabs onto his foot and pulls harshly on it, twisting it as he does. The World Champion moves quickly into the ring and breaks up the hold with a kick to the back of the big man's head, before he turns and high tails it out of the ring again, watching as Doomsday stands up confidently and strides towards the ropes, leaning down to look down menacingly at "The Player" Ace Spade. Moving back over to Wildfire, Doomsday takes a spinning kick to the side of the head that floors the big man. Doomsday stands back up and Wildfire kicks him in the gut. This doubles over Doomsday and Wildfire attempts to haul him into a power bomb position. No such luck, and after a bit of struggling, Doomsday stands up, straightening up and tossing Wildfire over his back. Wildfire lands hard on the small of his back and sits up, crying out.]

JP: And Wildfire finding himself unable to lift the huge man, and is thrown onto his back!

[Ace Spade, now back on the apron, holds his head in desperation, crying out in frustration.]

JP: And Ace Spade is irate! There is nothing that he can do about this! Does Wildfire stand a chance against Doomsday?

[Doomsday stands up and turns back to face Wildfire, who sits up, the back of his hand planted on the small of his back. Doomsday moves back over to him and grabs him by the head, hauling him up to his feet. Wildfire lands a few solid blows to the midsection of the heavyweight and does just enough to loosen the iron grip on his shoulders. As he pulls away, he leans back against the ropes behind him and kicks the chest of Doomsday, who stumbles backwards, leaning against the ropes. Wildfire leans against the ropes again and runs forwards in an attempt to clothesline him over the top rope, but Doomsday moves first, thumping his arm against the upper body of Wildfire, who lands hard on his shoulders as the clothesline is executed.]

Sully: C'mon! What's it gonna take to get this man down?!

JP: Doomsday just isn't going down no matter what Wildfire does! His strength and height coming in to play!

[Wildfire rolls onto his knees, leaning back and groaning, some spittle trailing out of the corner of his mouth lazily as he remains dazed. Doomsday turns to the audience who remains chanting his name. He wipes his mouth and raises his hand in preparation for Wildfire, who leans against the ropes dependently as he struggles to stand up. The fans still chant Doomsday's name, and as Wildfire turns around, he clamps a hand onto the throat of the smaller man. The fans cheer ecstatically as 'The Deadly One' gets prepared to land a chokeslam, but they quieten down before booing and jeering as Wildfire lands a rake across the eyes. Doomsday roars out and stumbles backwards, holding his face, bent over. Wildfire takes advantage and stumbles into a turnbuckle. He starts to fiddle with the laces holding the pad on the top turnbuckle and eventually, as the referee remains tending to the hurt and temporarily blinded Doomsday, manages to pull the pad from it's buckle. He turns back to Doomsday and nails a shot to the solar-plexus of Doomsday, who leans down again. A kick to the side of the head connects viciously and Doomsday moves onto one knee in the corner.]

JP: I don't like the look of this. I don't like the look of this one bit!

Sully: What? Don't like the look of what?

JP: Oh, don't act as if you don't know.

[Wildfire grabs onto Doomsday's hand and hauls him into a run straight into the bared turnbuckle. Doomsday hits it hard and cries out, arching his back as he shuffles awkwardly forward, hand on his upper back. Wildfire steps forwards and lands a huge drop kick to the outside shoulder of Doomsday. Doomsday hits the canvas and rolls over to his corner. Wayne, who has had little patience it seems so far, tags himself in swiftly and steps into the ring. Wildfire panics and turns to his own corner. He steps forwards, reaching out for the tag, but Ace Spade doesn't seem to want anything to do with it. He steps back off the apron and raises his arms in an innocent, 'I don't want anything to do with this' manner. Wildfire holds his forehead in despair and turns around to be greeted by a "666" from Insane Wayne, the fans going wild!]

JP: The 666! The 666! Who's watching Wildfire's back now?! Wildfire just got landed by Wayne's huge 666!

Sully: Wha-?!

[Wildfire is turned over and Wayne goes for the cover. He is careless about his position, however and from the outside, the World Champion, Ace Spade yanks at his leg and pulls him out of the cover. The fans let their feelings known and Ace Spade watches the ring warily as Wayne kneels up, hands planted firmly on his hips as he smiles a toothy and crafty smile at "The Player".]

JP: He calls himself 'The Player', but he's not even playin' the game, damn it!

Sully: He is! Don't you get it? That's exactly what he is doing! He's playing it safe and not committing! He is letting Wildfire do the work while he stays fresh! It's brilliant!

JP: I see it more as cowardly if you'll excuse me.

Sully: Each to his own, as you said, JP.

[Wayne stands up, pulling Wildfire to his feet. He'd turn, dragging Wildfire with him as he hooks his head before landing a huge snap suplex, impacting against the canvas hard. Wildfire stirs and as Wayne stands up again, he seems more interested in the World Champion who has moved back over to his belt again, holding on it protectively, gazing towards the ring with narrowed and obviously nervous eyes. Wildfire is forgotten about for the moment by Insane Wayne, who is leaning against the ropes, beckoning Ace Spade towards the ring with a scheming smile, the fans getting behind him as he does. Wildfire is given the opportunity to crawl behind Wayne, however, and does so, grabbing between his legs and hauling him backwards onto his back for the roll-up!1�.2�.And Wayne manages to kick out violently. As they both stand up, Wildfire manages to stumble beneath an oncoming clothesline from Wayne and leaps forwards slapping a tag that Ace Spade obviously does not want to happen and obviously did not expect as he stood back on the turnbuckle. The fans cheer and Spade looks shocked, eyes wide as he looks about. Wayne does not even go after Wildfire who stumbles beneath the top rope but crouches, looking at Spade who has no choice but to enter the ring. Wayne drips with sweat and grins, beckoning Spade into the ring with a finger.]

JP: Wildfire got the tag, and now the World Champion, the 'Player' has no choice but to get his cowardly ass into that ring and defend himself against the huge Insane Wayne!

Sully: He wasn't ready! He didn't want that tag yet!

JP: I never thought I'd ever say it, but Wildfire doing the sensible thing and making the tag to the 'fresh' (as you put it) Champion!

[Spade, who still clutches onto his title, steps under the top rope, remaining in the corner. He strays from the corner eventually, looking nervous as he points towards the gold plating on the title, nodding as if to confirm that no matter what happened in this match, he would still be the champion. Wayne stands up straight and chuckles a little bit before lunging for Ace Spade and nailing him with a huge clothesline! The fans roar with approval and Spade stands up again, taking a punch to the kisser, something that knocks him back into a turnbuckle. Wayne backs into the opposite corner and darts forwards, only to receive a kick to the chin from the raised Spade. Wayne stumbles about a little bit and Spade moves forwards, clapping the belt onto the side of his head, flooring him harshly. The referee bellows to the outside officials and the bell rings, Wayne laying on the canvas, bleeding from the ear quite heavily. Ace Spade leans over Wayne, yelling down at him and pointing accusingly, still holding onto the title as the announcer speaks.]

Peter Santos: And the winners through disqualification� Insane Wayne an-

[The speech is cut short by the music of the General Manager cutting into it. The fans do not sound pleased.]

JP: Oh no, what's this? Wayne just- Ace Spade just hit Insane Wayne with that damn title, and the match was won. The match was his, Sully. What the hell does the General Manager have to do with anything?

Sully: You still don't get it, do you? The General Manager is a huge wheel in this Federation, JP. If he doesn't like the way that something is happening, then he will come out and tell you about it. He's not one just to sit back and things that he doesn't like happen.

[The GM Dom Stoate is now out on the ramp, a microphone in his hand as his music dies down quickly. He would speak immediately.]

General Manager Dom Stoate: Now, I have to say that I was eager to see what the World Champion was going to do to Insane Wayne after nailing him with that title belt. I wanted to see Wayne suffer at the hands of the Champion and Wildfire, so I tell you what I'm going to do.

[He pauses, looking towards one area of the audience, as the arena chants 'Dom Stoate sucks!' loudly and clearly. He resumes speaking regardless.]

General Manager Dom Stoate: I am going to make this a no Disqualification Match!

[This rouses a smile from Ace Spade and the fans begin to hum with discontent as he turns back to Wayne and begins to hammer at his head with the belt as he lays on the ground, split open at the side of the head.]

JP :What? This is crooked! This is not right! The General Manager just wants to see Insane Wayne hurt! He has never liked the man, and-

Sully: Oh, and you would like a man that challenges you to an Office Brawl match?

JP: But he just won't let go! He won't let the past be!

Sully: If you ask me, Wayne is getting what is coming to him! The GM never properly made him pay for what he did, but now I think he is starting to feel the backlash!

[Ace Spade does not see Doomsday who slides beneath the bottom rope, wielding a chair and is hit hard across the back of the head by the steel chair swung by Doomsday. The fans are ecstatic and Ace Spade hits the canvas, dropping the title belt and rolling beneath the bottom rope.]

JP: Yes! Doomsday coming to the aid of his partner!

[Wildfire is unseen as well, however, as he skids beneath the bottom rope, not wielding a weapon, but instead using speed and brains as a weapon, getting the heavy Doomsday down for a tight roll-up, the referee making the count. 1�2�And Doomsday manages to kick out. Wildfire stands up and stumbles backwards against the ropes as Doomsday, who is apparently furious, stands up and makes after Wildfire. Meanwhile, Wayne rolls out of the ring. Wildfire is grabbed by the collar again and is hauled to his feet. There is a moment or two as Wildfire and Doomsday look each other in the eye before Wildfire is hauled up by his neck area. Again, though, he manages to reverse, hooking his legs around the neck area of Doomsday and hitting him with a hurricanrana!]

Sully: What a reversal!

[Wildfire stumbles over for the cover. 1�2�Doomsday kicks out again! Wildfire kneels up, hands on the back of his head as he cries out in frustration, pounding his palms onto the canvas furiously. Doomsday struggles up into a kneeling position and Wildfire stands up again, moving over to him, exhausted. Wayne and Ace Spade are outside of the ring, struggling to their feet, Wayne making more progress than his opponent, but also bleeding very heavily from just above the ear. Wildfire moves forwards and Doomsday stands with him, lifting him over his head and stepping forwards so that Wildfire goes right over his head and lands on the small of his back. Doomsday's knee goes out as he does this and he stumbles onto one knee, turned away from Wildfire who writhes on the canvas.]

JP: How much do any of these men have left? How much more can they go on?

[Doomsday pulls himself to his feet and moves back over to Wildfire, who is a lot less discreet about nailing the big man in the genital area, it now being a no DQ match. Doomsday stumbles backwards and falls down, writhing on his back, hands beneath the insides of his thighs. Wildfire who seems very, very dazed at this point, grabs onto the ropes and hauls himself up to the top rope. He'd get his bearings before clumsily leaping off the top rope. But in what seems like a blink of an eye, Doomsday is up and manages to leave the canvas himself in a jump, hooking his arm around the head of the airborne Wildfire and driving him hard into a DDT that sees the considerably smaller man land directly on the top of his head!]

JP: OH MY GOD! DID YOU SEE THAT?!

Sully: I can't believe I just saw that!

[Wildfire lays out flat in the middle of the ring and Doomsday, who now is several feet away from his downed opponent after the impact with the ring mat, struggles onto his knees, looking at Wildfire and knowing what he has to do, but seeming to be unable to do it. Eventually, however, he manages to crawl over to Wildfire, too weary to hook the leg and just laying over him. 1��2��Nobody saw it except for the audience who, upon seeing the GM run down the ramp to Wildfire's aid, hummed with displeasure. The GM manages to break up the count with a sturdy kick to the small of Doomsday's back who rolls off, crying out in pure frustration. Dom Stoate goes to work on the head area of Doomsday before turning to the side and grabbing the bent steel chair from the corner of the ring.]

JP: No way! Damn him! Doomsday had it won! He and Insane Wayne could have had this one won, but thanks for that damn Dom Stoate, he hasn't!

Sully: Don't forget what Wildfire and Stoate had been talking about! He scratches Wildfire's back, and Wildfire scratches his!

JP: Oh, and what is this now?

[He'd wait for Doomsday to move into a standing position before moving to swing the chair. He'd clap the steel hard against the skull of Doomsday who hits the canvas hard, stirring immediately as he hits it, though,suggesting that he may not be completely out of this fight. Wildfire, however, remains down and out, and Ace Spade doesn't show much hope of being able to continue.]

JP: And if making this match a No DQ match wasn't enough, the General Manager makes himself known to Wayne and in this specific case; Doomsday!

[The GM would throw the chair down before flinging his arms up in the air in a proud celebration of his act. The fans would roar with admiration and the General Manager, for a moment or two, would think that this praise was aimed at him. However, it was not. It was aimed at Insane Wayne who approached him from behind. As the General Manager turns around to celebrate to the other side of the fans, he damn near walks straight into Insane Wayne who, despite being bleeding badly, still stands tall. The GM looks about ready to jump out of his skin as he notices the huge man behind him. At this point as Insane Wayne puts on that sadistic smile once more, Andy Shalhoub, Dom Stoate's trusted assistant, runs down the ramp, wielding a steel chair. Wayne's back is to this and as Andy gets in the ring, he swings! Andy loses his balance however and stumbles forwards, dropping the steel chair.]

JP: YES! YES! GET 'EM!

[Wayne does this very thing, slapping his hands onto the throats of the General Manager and his lackey. The moment is savoured by Wayne who tilts back his head before hauling both men up for a double Hell's Bells! The two connect with the mat and the audience cheer tremendously. Wayne raises his arms before turning to Wildfire who is obviously still very much out of this fight. He would grab him by the throat and haul him into a standing position, holding him by it before yanking him up and landing the 'Dead to the World'!! He moves over for the cover.��]

JP: What?! Why isn't the referee making the count?!

Sully: He's not the legal man! Wildfire isn't the legal man! Wayne is not pinning the legal man who is Ace Spade!

[Wayne looks about before standing up and looking about the ring. He eyes the referee and walks over to him, yelling in frustration and anguish at the fact that the match wasn't over yet.]

Sully: He can complain all he wants, but Wildfire isn't the legal man!

[Wayne turns back to Wildfire who lays out flat in the middle of the ring before stepping over him and moving towards the outside of the ring. Ace Spade, who is leaning against the outside fan barrier, still cradles his sways about, the earlier shot knocking him unconscious possibly, which would explain the lack of activity for the past five or so minutes. Wayne moves to the outside of the ring towards Ace Spade and grabs him by the back of the head, rolling him under the bottom rope and heading into the ring himself. Ace Spade would kneel up in the ring and Wayne would waste no time, attempting to pick Spade up in a powerbomb position. He'd haul him up for it but as he does so, the World Championship belt is struck against the already busted skull of Wayne. Wayne falls backwards and Ace rolls back himself, still clutching his title belt.]

JP: And Ace Spade having to use that title belt to get out of that predicament! Wayne could have had it won there!

[Spade moves onto his knees, depositing that title belt onto the ring canvas as he goes for the cover.1�.2�.And the pin is broken up at the last second by Doomsday who struggles to lurch onto the pair to break it up. All men lay on the canvas in a heap, truly exhausted. The ring populated by the four combatants, the outside populated by the General Manager and his lackey, Andy Shalhoub. The first one to stir in the ring is Wayne who somehow manages to roll out from beneath the pile, holding his head and blinking heavily.]

JP: Who can make it to their feet first? Who will be the first to get to an upright position to take advantage?!

Sully: Come on Ace Spade!

[Wayne and Spade both manage to find their feet at almost the same time but it is Ace Spade who lands the first hit- a shot to the gut of Wayne with his boot before hooking the head as if trying to land the Royal Flush. He is unable to execute this, however and Wayne reverses quickly with a last short burst of energy and lands a boot to the midsection of the World Champion before hauling him up and landing a huge Circular Hell! The fans burst out with a huge roar of approval and Wayne moves over for the cover wearily. Stoate, Shalhoub and Wildfire are all down and have no chance of helping it seems as the cover is made.1�.2�.3!! Wayne gets the pinfall and wins the match! All men lay in the ring as medics make their way down the ramp, sporting stretchers.]

Peter Santos: And your winners, through pinfall, Insane Wayne and Doomsday!

JP: What a match! All men gave it their all and the winners are Wayne and Doomsday. What carnage! What a match!

Sully: I can't believe it! That is not fair! Spade had it won! No!

JP: Not even the "power" of the General Manager and his assistant could have prevented the MWF World Champion and Wildfire from losing!

Sully: But you know as well as I do that this isn't over, JP! This is not over by a long shot!

JP: A Step Too Far is going to be a great night, Ace Spade's going to be going full title to keep that belt and the ever confident Insane Wayne must be feeling now is the time to win the belt.

Sully: It's time for a final commercial break.

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