MWF Xtreme Champion;
Doomsday
versus
The Hobo
MWF Xtreme Title Match
Writer: Dom Stoate
[Doomsday�s music hits the air as in the ring, The Hobo watches on. The fans go
totally wild as Doomsday appears at the top of the ramp, wielding his Xtreme
title belt as more of a weapon than a trophy. His music belts through the arena
as he points towards The Hobo before gesturing at his own title, glaring at the
challenger menacingly. ]
JP: And this is it! The main event for Dynamite, 22nd of November! Doomsday
versus The Hobo for the Xtreme championship!
Sully: You want to know why The Hobo is a sure bet for this match?
JP: Let me guess�
Sully: Because he is a member of The Master Plan, of course. He is running with
the best in the business. Sure, they have been a bit quiet this past fortnight
or so, but that�s because they are missing EniGma. Every man in that team as
just as important as each other and when one is down, they are all down. That�s
what a great team they are.
JP: Didn�t you say that Tempest was the most important one in that team?
Sully: Don�t be silly. That�s not something I would say.
JP: Well, whatever. Right now all I�m concerned with is this match here tonight.
The MWF has seen many main events, most of them being huge successes. I believe
that this will be one too. Both men want that title. Doomsday wants to cling to
his place as an MWF legend, something he will certainly do if he was to beat one
of the MWF�s hottest prospects and retain the title tonight. The Hobo, if he was
to win, would be the three-time Xtreme Champion. He already is the only person
in this federation�s history to hold it twice, and if he was to beat Doomsday,
he would beat his own record.
[Doomsday rolls under the bottom rope before standing up to his full, impressive
height, looking down at The Hobo who backs off noticeably. He would drop down
before rolling beneath he bottom rope, eyes on Doomsday as he stands outside of
the ring. The fans cheer Doomsday who struts about the ring, raising his title
up into the air proudly, getting a huge ovation as he does so from the audience.
]
JP: And you can tell who the fans want to win this one tonight. Doomsday is a
fan favourite. He always has been.
Sully: Well he isn�t my favourite. That guy is just a big bozo, JP.
[Doomsday hands over the title to the referee who takes it and raises it for the
audience to see. He then gives it to an outside official who is busy trying to
coax The Hobo back into the ring. ]
Sully: Tempest, who has not
had a match since his victory against Gunman Stinger, could not make it to the
ring tonight for this main event. He was out meeting his public.
JP: You would have thought that if there was any match he would be going to, it
would be this main event where The Hobo could come away with another title for
The Master Plan.
Sully: He is with him in spirit, JP. Spirit.
[Eventually The Hobo climbs under the bottom rope, eyeing Doomsday warily.
Watching him he would walk towards the corner of the ring, hand resting on the
rope as the referee does a body check on him to make sure that he was without
anything that might be considered weaponry. After this he moves over towards
Doomsday and checks him. After he is satisfied that neither are armed he would
gesture towards the officials on the outside who ring the bell to start the
match. It does not begin right away. The Hobo, watching Doomsday warily, would
point at him, saying something as threateningly as he could in his gruff voice.
Doomsday just turns to the side and smiles to himself. The Hobo can not keep
still as he keeps adjusting his footing on the canvas. Doomsday begins to show
signs of boredom as he turns away, folding his arms. The Hobo calls at him, now
leaned down with his hands poised, waiting for the grapple that usually kicks
off the standard main event. �Doomsday!� chants start to be riled up in the
arena as The Hobo barks at him to turn and face him. Doomsday glances at him
over his shoulder before, hands planted on his hips, he would turn to face the
considerably smaller man. He would canter his head to the side before taking a
step forwards and outstretching his own hands to lock into the hands of The
Hobo. But he is tricked; The Hobo pulling his hands out of the way at the last
minute before nailing Doomsday with a shot to the gut. This does not go down
well with the fans despite the fact that it does not cripple Doomsday as much as
The Hobo would have thought. Doomsday straightens up slowly, glaring at The
Hobo. ]
JP: A cheap shot that seems to have no effect on the big man!
Sully: He must be wearing a cup! That was a rock-hard shot from The Hobo!
[Doomsday raises a finger at the bumbling Hobo who backs off into the corner of
the ring once more. Doomsday shakes his head and his finger at the same time,
making a �tut-tut� motion that really gets the audience chanting his name. In a
flash he is on The Hobo, whipping out a fist as he lunges for him and striking
him across the head, knocking him to the side. He follows up, much to the
delight of the fans, with a punch to the other side of The Hobo�s head. The Hobo
barely keeps his balance and requires assistance from the ropes. As Doomsday
comes in with another shot, he would duck out of the way, tripping to the other
side of the ring. ]
JP: A couple of hard shots and The Hobo is reeling!
Sully: Closed fists! Closed fists!
[Doomsday calmly pursues The Hobo who shrinks into the corner, hands raised in
surrender. Doomsday does not fall for it and comes down on him with a third blow
aimed for the face. The Hobo demonstrates good speed and anticipation, however,
and dives out of the way, rolling to the side before coming to a stand out of
the way of his large opponent. He would not go to surrender this time, but would
catch him off guard, running forwards and hitting him with a low drop kick aimed
for the back of the champion�s knee. Doomsday drops onto one knee, grasping his
leg and crying out in pain as he does. The Hobo uses his street smarts and
decides to add to the attack. He bounces off the ropes behind him and darts
forwards, hitting a �shining wizard� to the back of Doomsday�s head. Doomsday
goes down onto the canvas and The Hobo drops down next to him, rolling the big
man over and going for the cover. ]
[1..2-Doomsday kicks out with authority! [
[Fans start to chant Doomsday�s name again as he pulls himself up to a stand.
The Hobo goes to use quick offensive again and darts forwards, attempting to
knock the big man down with a quick clothesline. Doomsday raises an arm and
blocks the arm before shoving The Hobo backwards, causing him to land on the
back of his head before rolling onto his front. The Hobo goes to stand quickly
but finds himself incredibly dizzy and, instead of running forwards, stumbles
more than anything, right into the path of Doomsday who seizes him with an open
palm. ]
JP: Oh man! Already!
[The Hobo�s eyes boggle as he is grabbed by the throat. Doomsday pauses to
observe the screaming audience for a second before hauling the smaller man up
and hitting him with The Shotgun Blast! The Hobo is nailed onto the canvas hard
where he lays, sprawled out. Doomsday drops down slowly and casually for the
cover, not bothering to hook the leg. ]
[1�2�The Hobo manages to get the shoulder up, much to the surprise of the fans.
]
Sully: Yes! It�d take more than that to keep down a man from the bad streets of
Detroit, Michigan!
JP: The Hobo showing great endurance to kick out of that one. But you gotta
wonder what he�s got left. Doomsday is damn near fresh for battle, and The
Hobo�well�Doomsday has practically ended careers with that move, Sully.
Sully: But The Hobo is no ordinary wrestler. He is tougher than the average man,
as bums are.
JP: I don�t care how tough you are, no one gets away unscathed from The Shotgun
Blast.
[The Hobo is dragged to his feet, looking exceedingly groggy as Doomsday picks
him up. He seizes him by the throat again, looking about the audience as if
looking for confirmation that they will allow him to end it. He is just about to
lift the littler man up when The Hobo suddenly tears free and drops down to the
canvas on his back and trips Doomsday up, rolling him up for the pin. The
referee drops down and makes the count. ]
[1�2�3!! ]
Peter Santos: Here is your winner and NEW Maximum Wrestling Federation Xtreme
Champion, The Hobo
[The Hobo immediately gets off Doomsday and scurries under the bottom rope, a
big smile on his grubby face. In fact, he didn�t seem to be suffering from the
chokeslam at all. ]
Sully: He did it! He won!
JP: That�that all happened in a flash!
Sully: What a win! He caught Doomsday off guard!
JP: But how did he�he was hit with The Shotgun Blast!
[The Hobo walks up the ramp, pointing to his head knowingly as Doomsday watches
on in disbelief. The title is handed to The Hobo as he is half way up the ramp
as he points to his head knowingly. ]
JP: What does he mean? What does he know that no one else does?
[He would then turn around as if answering JP�s question himself. He would reach
up the back of his torn shirt before pulling out of it a small, flat cushion of
sorts. He would drop it onto the ramp, laughing in that gruff voice of his as he
carries the title up the ramp with him. ]
JP: He�he cheated!
Sully: That wasn�t cheating, he just came prepared!
[Doomsday looks on in disbelief for a few moments before pulling himself to his
feet, pounding the canvas with a fist as he does so. The Hobo grins, pointing to
the small pillow that rests on the ramp. ]
JP: The Hobo planted a pillow up the back of his shirt, deflecting the blow of
the chokeslam�
Sully: That wily guy! I love him!
JP: Well a disappointing result for Doomsday in a very quick main event. But The
Hobo is the new champion and for a third time.
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