versus

"All Killer" Zach Fredricks

MWF Xtreme Championship Anywhere Falls Match

Referee: Grant August

Sully: "What's next, JP?

JP: Well, it's almost time for 'The Crown Prince of Hardcore' to have his match against the 'All-Killer' Zach Fredricks!

Sully: Zach has this one in the bag, JP!

JP: I can't see how you can say that! Nomad isn't called 'The Crown Prince of Hardcore' for nothing! And he's the champion, too!

Sully: Yeah, but Fredricks is built like a tank!

JP: But with the weapons available, Nomad has the advantage.

[As Zach Fredricks makes his way down the ramp, no weapon in hand, he would look towards the fans, a number of which that boo and jeer him, others that chant his name.. He is assaulted from behind by the considerably smaller 'Nomad', and the fans begin to cheer his name a little bit. He'd slap a kendo stick across the back of Fredricks, sending him stumbling down towards the ring. Another blast with that kendo stick before the smaller man runs him towards the ring and throws him over the apron underneath the bottom rope. As he is thrown into the ring, Zach stands up, stumbling a little bit as he does. Nomad would slide in after him, the broken kendo stick discarded outside of the ring. He'd lay a hand on the side of Fredricks's head before slamming an elbow onto his head. He delivers another, working him towards the ropes behind him. He'd lean into him before going to whip him. The size difference is used to Zach's advantage, who reverses the whip and whips Nomad towards the opposite ropes, runs forwards and drives a knee in towards Nomad's gut.]

Sully: Yeah! Go Fredricks!

[Nomad would stumble forwards, Zach thumping his hand onto Nomad's back.]

Sully: See? He doesn't NEED to use weapons!

[Nomad would hit the canvas and Fredricks would move towards a dustbin lid which is one of the many weapons littered about the ring at the Wrestler's disposal. He picks up the dustbin lid before slapping it hard across the back of Nomad. Nomad stumbles forwards, back arched as he cries out and leans towards the ropes, holding on to them and groaning. A second thundering shot to the back is administered and he'd fall onto one knee, holding his back. A third is landed to the head of him and he'd fall onto his back on the canvas.]

JP: What a shot!! What a sickening shot!

[Fredricks would casually move over for the cover, not even bothering to hook the leg. 1�2�And Nomad kicks out shortly before the '3-count'.]

Sully: So close, I thought Zach had him there.

[Nomad struggles to his feet, but Zach is all over him, grabbing him up and 'helping' him to his feet before slamming him down with a scoop slam. He'd move towards a road sign that lay on the canvas, picking it up holding it as he picks up Nomad. He walks them both towards the turnbuckle, slotting the sign in between two of the turnbuckles. He'd lean Nomad against it who slouches into the buckle against the sign before taking a few steps back towards the other side of the ring.]

JP: Oh no, what's this?

Sully: Yes! He could end it early here!

[He'd charge forwards, running for the corner in which Nomad leans, only to run right into the road sign, Nomad peeling away from the corner. The fans sound relieved as Zach runs into it, bending the sign and stumbling backwards, right into a clothesline from Nomad that floors them both. Fredricks would stand, leaning on the ropes, Nomad also crawling onto his knees, sliding into his grip the road sign that was run into by Zach which he slaps across the skull of Fredricks. Fredricks stumbled backwards and the sign is dropped, Nomad takes a run up before delivering a drop kick to his head that sends the big man over the top rope. Fredricks would stand up, holding his head as well, in the other hand, as a dustbin lid. As Nomad would stand up, he'd lean on the ropes behind him, before surging forwards and leaping over the top ropes rather athletically. It would have been landed rather well had Zach not brought the bin lid crashing into his back, causing him to land awkwardly, much to the crowds' regret.]

JP: Oh my God!

Sully: Yes! He got 'im!

[Fredricks stands up, holding his wrist in pain after the knock he took from the falling Nomad. He'd reach down, grabbing Nomad up by the scruff of the neck before thundering him into the steel steps. Nomad would cry out as his back hits it and Fredricks would move after him, picking him up by the hair and tossing him up the ramp.]

JP: Where's it going now?

[Nomad would drop onto his knees as a clubbing blow by the forearm of Fredricks strikes his upper back, the two making their way up the ramp. Nomad led by Fredricks who continues to deliver punches to Nomad's body. Fredricks would lift up a steel tray and would go to drive it towards the midsection of Nomad. Nomad would dash to the side however, before snatching the tray out of the hands of his opponent, and bending it over his head, causing the bigger man to hit the ramp, holding his head. Nomad would quickly go for the cover.1�2�Fredricks would manage to get the shoulder up! Nomad would stand up, looking very weary and dazed as he grabs Fredrick by the back of the neck and attempts to haul him up to his feet. As he forces him to stand, he begins to work on him, knocking him back with punches to the head, pushing him towards the entrance way steadily. He'd land one last blow that sends Zach to the ground before moving towards a trolley that is nearby.]

Sully: This is no time for shopping!

[Nomad would take a few steps backwards, trolley in hand before he darts forwards, thrusting the metal mesh into Zach's back fiercely. Zach stumbles forwards, leaning into the entrance wall. Nomad would throw the trolley to the side before approaching Zach boldly. Zach, however, would turn around swiftly, snapping a large steel pole across Nomad's head.]

JP: Where the hell did he get THAT from?! And how isn't Nomad dead after that?!

[Nomad lays out on steel ramp, blood gushing from his forehead.]

Sully: I think�I think he might have ripped it off the entrance way!

[Fredricks tosses the pole to the side and leans down to go for the cover, the referee catching up with them.1�2�Somehow Nomad manages to get the shoulder up! Fredricks would do his best to keep his cool, teeth clenched as he stands up, picking Nomad up with him before leading him towards the backstage area, the camera man following them as he throws him into the first thing he comes near, a desk at which a man sits. He stands up as Zach barks at him to move out of the way, which he promptly does. Fredrick thrusts Nomad's head against the table and he cries out, stumbling backwards, holding his head, Fredricks storming after him as they invade the backstage area.]

JP: Well, it's hardly surprising that the match would lead to the outside, but who would have thought that it would lead to this so quickly in this match?

Sully: You have the Prince of Hardcore in one corner, JP; and Zach Fredricks in another! You can't expect them to stay in the ring for very long, it is anywhere falls after all...Walker sticking his nose in.

[Nomad would stumble over towards a group of steel tables stacked on a rack and, as Zach moves after him, he'd drag it out, thumping the table into his side. That gets Zach's attention, and he'd stumble backwards, an arm shooting up to cover his ribs. Nomad would throw the table down off the rack before picking it up by the under belly of it and running it straight into Zach Fredricks who falls back onto the concrete floor. Nomad would toss the table to the side, breathing heavily before moving down, going for the cover. 1�2�Zach Fredricks getting the shoulder up.]

Sully: No way!

JP: Zach Fredricks showing his resilience there! Managing to get the shoulder up just in time to avoid losing this match!

[Nomad would kneel up, pounding the palms of his hands onto the cold concrete in frustration before standing up completely and moving towards Zach again, guiding him up into a standing position. He'd run forwards, turning and going to whip Zach, but to no avail, Fredricks would reverse the movement, whipping Nomad straight into a wall which he hits with a thud, stumbling backwards, straight into a huge bull dog right onto the concrete from Zach Fredricks! Nomad's nose would leak blood freely and he'd cry out.]

JP: Zach Fredricks is going all out, here! He's really going all out!

Sully: It's not even for the title! That just goes to show how on-edge and how determined Zach is to be a better wrestler and to establish himself in this business!

[Zach would move over to a stacked up rack of steel chairs used in a dining area, it would seem and would pluck a chair from the rack, waiting for Nomad to stand, chair raised in preparation for the strike. Nomad would stand unsteadily, holding his nose and groaning to himself, eyes watering before turning around, just in time to see the swinging chair and duck out of the way of it. Zach would turn around, the chair down low, low enough to be drop kicked straight into his knees. The chair makes a slapping noise and Zach falls down onto his front. Nomad scrambles over to make the cover quickly.1�2�Fredricks kicks out violently. Nomad sits up, holding his head in disbelief.]

JP: No! He was so close to having it won, then!

Sully: But it will take more still than that to beat Fredricks!

JP: How much more can a man give?!

[Nomad would stand up, bleeding from his brow and looking very dizzy as he struggles to pull Fredricks with him. He'd land a few more punches to the head of Zach before Zach seems to snap out of it, and land a huge hit of his own to the head of Nomad, knocking him backwards through a door and into another room. The other room leads to a corridor which has in it a huge glass panel that leads to what looks to be a recording studio, possibly. Zach would land a blow to the side of the face of Nomad before grabbing his wrist and pulling him for a whip, a whip that is reversed by Nomad. Nomad whips Zach right through the pane of glass to the other side! The fans sound stunned and Fredricks lay in the puddle of broken glass.]

JP: OH my God, No!

Sully: Get up Zach come on...don't listen to these fans, they're idiots, fight it..fight the pain!

[NomaD looks stunned as he staggers over to where Zach Fredricks is laying in a largening pool of blood. The MWF Xtreme Champion covers the grounded Fredricks as Grant August with a horrified expression slaps the ground for the count...1...2...3! The camera cuts back to the arena where the fans are watching the big monitors, they roar as EyCe rushes to NomaD's aid and medics fill the small room to help Zach Fredricks. Peter Santos takes the mike back in the ring.]

Peter Santos: And your winner, through pinfall, and still the MWF Xtreme Champion, NomaD!

[NomaD gives a thumbs up to the camera as he staggers past it, the MWF Xtreme Championship restored to his shoulder...EyCe follows behind. As EyCe moves out of shot the camera focus' on the body of Zach Fredricks, he still hasn't moved and the blood is increasing. Medics are desperatly trying to plug the leaks as shards of glass are being removed from the body of Zach Fredricks. The MWF's General Manager is standing slightly to the side, he is shaking his head in disbelief.]

JP: I hope Zach's going to be alright, I don't think anyone deserves to take punishment like that.

Sully: He's a brave guy Zach, never really got going in the MWF and I felt tonight could be his first big chance to win the MWF Xtreme Championship.

JP: I don't know how these two went through with this match, Implosion was only eight days ago but they've put their bodies through hell again.

Sully: That's why I fear for Zach Fredricks, he may not of been able to stand up to the intense action that we've just seen.

JP: NomaD held up once again, he's proving to be a very good MWF Xtreme Champion, perhaps soon he will rival The Jeopardizer.

Sully: He's probably better, "Jay-Z" was nothing special just an over-hyped upstart.

JP: I believe our man Ian Gonzales is down there on the scene now, and he's found Dom Stoate standing around.