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"The Hardcore Icon" NomaD

MWF World Championship Match

Referee: Grant August

Writer: Dom Stoate

Sully: I still don't understand how Doomsday got to the World Champion in the first place! I mean, one minute he is a nobody, and the next he is the World Champion!

JP: The man was never a 'nobody', Sully. He has always been what the MWF is about- he has always been about business, and he finally got what he deserved when he won the World Title.

[Doomsday, that very second, was making his way down the ramp, title slung over his broad shoulder before he raises a hand and points in the direction of NomaD who stands in the ring, looking slightly intimidated by the huge man.]

JP: And there is no question. NomaD knows this isn't gonna be an easy ride!

Sully: What about Doomsday? He doesn't look too certain himself.

JP:  Well, that's what is gonna make this such a fantastic match. Neither men underestimate their opponent, and when they get into the ring together, some sparks are gonna fly!

[Doomsday pulls his second leg up and over the top rope before moving towards the centre of the ring, the lights over head flickering on his body. NomaD shakes his hands a bit as he starts to get ready for the match, bouncing on his toes a little bit before moving back a little bit, Doomsday taking his time to take off his title belt as he eyes NomaD.]

JP: Both men taking their time to size up their opponents.

[And then, just before NomaD lunges at him, sending the World Championship belt to the canvas (the TV Championship not brought down to the ring in this case). NomaD grabs onto the back of Doomsday's head and the bell rings as NomaD starts to rain blows to the back of the big man's head. Doomsday straightens up with little effort before throwing the 'Hardcore Icon' down onto his back. Doomsday throws his hands into the air, beckoning NomaD up to his feet again. NomaD stands before lunging for him and Doomsday is the better man again, swinging NomaD backwards again.]

JP: Doomsday really using his strength and size advantage over NomaD. Now, this is going to be where Doomsday is king; NomaD isn't in his element, really. He is a hardcore man through and through.

Sully: That's not true! He is a quality wrestler! Everywhere is his element!

JP: I'm not saying he doesn't stand a chance, but it isn't his specialty. Doomsday is the bigger and more powerful wrestler, and this is where he is really going to flourish.

Sully: Size isn't everything!

[NomaD rubs at his face before lunging in again, only to be knocked backwards onto the canvas by a huge big boot. Doomsday goes for the cover, the fans really getting behind the World Champion. 1..-NomaD gets his shoulder up. Doomsday stands up and backs off a little bit, NomaD's hair held by this big man. Doomsday pulls a big fist back before thumping it against 'The Hardcore Icon"'s skull. NomaD staggers back before leaning on the ropes. Doomsday lunges forwards in an attempt to grab the man but NomaD, doing the first worthwhile thing in the match so far, would dive out of the way. He would duck beneath Doomsday's arm before landing a swift kick to the small of the big man's back. And a second. Doomsday leaning against the ropes before whipping out with an elbow aimed at NomaD's head.]

JP: NomaD using his speed advantage, ducking beneath the elbow!

Sully: That's it!

[Doomsday manages to strike NomaD's head, and the Hardcore Icon is felled, tumbling ungraciously backwards. The fans really get behind Doomsday who reaches down to grab the challenger by the head to haul him up. 'Doomsday! Doomsday!' chants start up again as he hooks NomaD's head. He hauls the challenger up in a vertical suplex position. NomaD manages to wriggle out of the hold as he is lifted and slides down the big man's back before pushing him against the ropes hard in an attempt to push the big man over the ropes to the outside of the ring.]

JP: Doomsday close to being tumbled over the top rope!

Sully: NomaD AGAIN using his speed and INTELLIGENCE advantage!

JP: I wouldn't say that.

[NomaD would keep shoving against Doomsday, trying to shove him over the ropes, but to no avail as Doomsday refuses to go any further before lashing out with an elbow that NomaD, this time ducks beneath. As Doomsday follows through with the elbow, he would turn to face NomaD, who would duck down, grabbing onto the feet of Doomsday, tugging at them. Doomsday sees what NomaD is trying to do and lashes out, kicking NomaD back onto his back. NomaD sits up, holding onto his back and groaning, teeth bared in anguish as Doomsday moves back calmly over to him, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him up. NomaD lands a few good solid shots to the gut of Doomsday who retaliates by grabbing onto NomaD and pulling him up before throwing him down for a scoop slam. NomaD hits the canvas, and Doomsday leaps up, going to land a huge leg drop. He gets nothing but canvas as NomaD sits up just in time, pulling himself up into a standing position, taking advantage of the stunned Doomsday by landing a huge drop kick to the face the Champion, some fans getting behind the challenger as he uses his speed to outwit the strength of the champion.]

JP: NomaD starting to find his feet in this match, reverting to speed in order to stand a chance at winning that World title.

[NomaD runs forward and lands a huge kick to the side of the head of Doomsday who rolls to the side. NomaD goes for the cover quickly. 1�-Doomsday throws NomaD off him and pulls himself up into a standing position. NomaD lunges for him, but is brought sharply down by a hard clothesline that lands the challenger, once again, onto his back with a hard thump. The fans cheer Doomsday on, who raises an arm suggestively.]

JP: He's getting ready for it!

Sully: Call that giving the fans what they want? The match has only just started!

[As NomaD pulls himself to his feet, NomaD staggers straight into his grip, as Doomsday latches his hand around the throat of his opponent. The audience resume their cheering as Doomsday signals the end of the match with a downwards jab of his thumb. NomaD thinks otherwise, however, landing a harsh kick to the gut of the big man before landing a second and finally getting the big hand from his throat with a back elbow to the jaw. Doomsday stumbles backwards a little bit, holding onto his face. This gives NomaD some time to lean back against the ropes before lunging, and sending both men over the ropes with a huge clothesline. Doomsday, being the bigger man, lands heavier, but NomaD is not completely unharmed as they tumble out of the ring, and against the fan barrier.]

JP: Oh, the impact!

Sully: Yes! That's the way!

[NomaD picks himself up, leaning against the apron of the ring as he waits for Doomsday to pick himself up enough for the 'Hardcore Icon' to land a swift kick to the ribs, sending the big man back down onto his back.]

JP: NomaD being very methodical and precise in where he strikes the big man.

Sully: That's what the man is all about, JP. He is smart. He may not be as big or as strong as Doomsday, but he is smart, and he knows where and how to hit him.

[NomaD leans down and grabs Doomsday by the head, hauling him up before leaning his head and shoulders down, and going to charge him into the fan barrier, which he does to the glee of the audience surrounding that particular area.]

JP: NomaD finally starting to wear down the huge man as he pushes and shoves him against the rock-hard fan barrier!

Sully: See how he's putting his surroundings to good use? His ring-presence (or rather, out-of-ring-presence is so unique!)

JP: He is smart, I'll give him that.

[NomaD leans back against as Doomsday leans against the barrier before nailing him with another hard shot to the gut. Doomsday yells out breathlessly, trying to find his feet again. NomaD won't let him, kicking out with a hard kick to the gut that doubles the big man up. NomaD takes advantage of this and slams his forearm across the back of Doomsday's neck. The fans begin to get behind the World Champion again as NomaD capitalises.]

JP: The fans really trying to do their best at willing the big man on as he struggles to find his feet.

Sully: And there you were, doubting NomaD's chances in this match!

JP: I have to say that the man is taking me by surprise. He seems to have the Champion right where he wants him tonight.

Sully: NomaD's gonna go home with the title, JP! I know it! I can feel it!

JP: Well, certainly Doomsday is going to have to buck his ideas up if he wants to retain that gold.

[NomaD shoves Doomsday's head back in order to get a better target to aim at before whipping out and striking the big man's broad chest with a harsh 'thwack'ing sound. The fans howl with Doomsday as the impact leaves him breathless. NomaD takes a step forwards before lifting Doomsday's chin again and slapping his forearm against it again sharply. 'Doomsday! Doomsday!' chants rouse amongst the fans, but, at the moment, seem to do little to help the Champion on his mission to retain the Championship.]

JP: Chop after chop, leaving Doomsday wracked against the fan barrier!

Sully: Give him another! Another!

JP: What a night it's been! And we could very well see the MWF World Championship change hands here tonight, Sully.

Sully: Oh, he shouldn't worry! He'll still have the Television Championship!

[Doomsday hangs his head as he leans against the barrier as NomaD makes his way back to the ring, hauling himself up onto the ring apron, much to the audience's delight.]

JP: Where's he going now?

Sully: What's he doing?

JP: It.. it looks like 'The Hardcore Icon' is getting ready for something.. Well.. something I've never seen from him before.

Sully: He's doing everything he can to get the better of Doomsday! If that means taking a big risk, then he is going to do it! You can bet your bottom dollar on it!

[NomaD paces about on the ring apron for a little bit, before pausing in the middle of it, one hand clutched tightly to the top rope as he faces the weary and dreary Doomsday. The fans cheering both men on.]

Sully: Do it! Do it! Don't give him a chance to get up!

[NomaD finally leaps. Soaring off the apron in an attempt to land an elbow drop. The fans scream as he lands horribly on the barrier as Doomsday throws himself off the barrier, leaving NomaD on the floor, clutching to his under arm.]

Sully: No!

JP: Doomsday knew that that was make-or-break time! If he stayed, then he would surely have been hurt by that huge elbow drop, but he managed to move and leave NomaD perhaps crippled by his own ambitions!

[Doomsday picks himself up, looking weary and hurt, chest bright red from the massive chops received earlier. He moves towards NomaD and grabs onto his red hair, dragging him up into a standing position before lowering his head and charging NomaD into the steel steps. NomaD hits it with hard, the steps clattering out of position from the impact before Doomsday throws him to the side. The fans begin to get behind the challenger as he becomes the underdog in the affair.]

JP: The fans now chanting NomaD's name- trying to will him back into this one!

Sully: That's a bit more like it!

[Doomsday grabs onto the much smaller man's hair and hauls him up to his feet again before walking him towards the ring and rolling him beneath the bottom rope. NomaD still clutches desperately onto his arm as he lays on the edge of the canvas. Doomsday seems almost leisurely as he rolls beneath the bottom rope. He does not, however, go for the cover but stands up, looking down at the hurt NomaD, breathing intensifying as he bends down again, grabbing him by the hair again before clutching onto his collar area and tossing him towards the turnbuckle, which NomaD hits with an audible 'thunk!'. Doomsday would take a step back before slamming his arm against the chest of the challenger. The fans howl and NomaD writhes in the corner, Doomsday's actions slow, but full of intent and precision.]

JP: Doomsday seems to have the challenger cornered, and it looks like NomaD is going to have a hell of a job turning this one around.

[NomaD stumbles forwards out of the turnbuckle, straight into a huge power slam. NomaD no longer clutches his arm and just lays out in the ring, arms and legs outstretched, head turned to the side. Doomsday goes for the cover, the fans humming with excitement and really adding to the atmosphere. 1�2..NomaD gets the shoulder up! Doomsday does not look totally surprised, and he picks himself up, backing away from the struggling NomaD. He paces about behind him for a little bit as NomaD struggles to drag himself up into a standing position. He manages to eventually, however, and he staggers straight into the grip of Doomsday, the fans wailing in appreciation of the two battlers. Doomsday pulls the challenger up and lands a huge 'Lock-'n'-Load'! NomaD goes limp on the canvas and Doomsday drops onto his knees before hooking the leg for the cover. 1�2�NomaD manages to get the shoulder up somehow! (much to the appreciation of the audience.)]

JP: He kicked out! By God, he &endash;somehow- managed to get the shoulder up!

Sully: He did! He did!

[Doomsday, who seems to be getting rather frustrated at this point, slams his palms onto the canvas and tosses his head about wildly. He stands up, dragging NomaD with him before nailing him with a shot to the gut that doubles him up before dragging him and shoving his head between his legs. Doomsday does not raise his hand in celebration, but hauls him up, in the ideal placement for him to land a powerbomb. NomaD does not go down in order for the move to be completed, however, and manages to pull his legs to the side of Doomsday, arm hooking his head as he pulls the huge man in for a DDT! The fans go crazy as both men fall heavily to the canvas, NomaD going for the cover. Shoulders down. 1�2- Doomsday powers out fiercely. Both men stand, NomaD apparently having a second wind. Doomsday swings for the man, but NomaD ducks beneath him, gets behind him before landing a sharp and heavy German suplex! Doomsday lands heavily on his shoulders and NomaD does not let go. He stands back up, Doomsday in front of him still as he leans back and lands a second German suplex, this one seeming more tired, but still effective.]

JP: That's two huge German suplexes that NomaD has landed on him! Can he get a third? Can he keep the big man down?

[He struggles visibly for the third suplex, but he, eventually, is successful in lifting the big man up, landing him on the back of his shoulders. NomaD releases the hold and both men lay flat on the canvas. Now the crowd begin to cheer them both on, combining the chants and creating a huge mass of shouted words and chants. Doomsday is the first one to stir, but not by much. They both struggle to their feet and stumble to the middle. It is NomaD that gets the upper hand, nailing the Champion in the midsection before hooking his arms tiredly. Doomsday stands up sharply though, sending NomaD over his back. NomaD, somehow, manages to land on his feet and stumbles into the ropes behind him. Doomsday turns and lunges for NomaD, who manages to duck beneath the lunge, turn around and land a huge super kick! Doomsday goes flying! The fans scream in admiration.]

JP: What a shot! What a shot to Doomsday!

Sully: NomaD could have it won here!

[Landing on his shoulders before rolling onto his front again. NomaD raises his arms wearily, leaning into the ropes before turning back to face Doomsday who gradually picks himself up. NomaD runs at Doomsday, but Doomsday outwits him, and tumbles out of the way, inadvertently putting the referee into the way of the strike. The referee is downed by a fumbling assault from NomaD, and Doomsday, with the help of the ring ropes, pulls himself up behind NomaD who is leaned over, trying to rouse the referee. Doomsday lunges for NomaD, turning him around sharply, nailing him in the gut before hooking the arms.]

JP: This could be it!

[He hauls NomaD up and then down, hitting a huge 'Shotgun Blast'! NomaD rolls back onto his front, seemingly out cold as Doomsday finds his feet again. The fans all start to boo and jeer for some unknown reason, and it seems to catch Doomsday by surprise. What takes him more by surprise is the strike from Iniquity's chair that catches him across the ear and sends him across the ring, busted open. Iniquity smiles proudly and tosses the chair to the side before going towards the referee and rousing him up. He grabs NomaD roughly and drapes him over the busted open Iniquity before starting to make his way up the ramp, smiling proudly to himself. The referee manages to slide himself towards the two and begins a slow and weary count.]

JP: This is wrong! This is damn wrong! Iniquity�he just�he just slammed Doomsday with that chair! He has cost him his Championship!

Sully: It's over!

[1�2�Doomsday gets his shoulder up! The fans roar in admiration as NomaD shakes his head, only barely aware of the goings-on.]

JP: He kicked out! He kicked out! Doomsday kicked out after that hellacious shot with the chair!

Sully: I can't believe it!

[Iniquity holds his head in frustration, paused at the top of the ramp. He begins to make his way back down to the ring. A huge cheer envelops the arena, and Iniquity is nailed from behind in much the same manner that he had landed that shot to the Champion (only without the chair). It was Wayne! Wayne grabs onto Iniquity and throws him into the fan barrier, before grabbing onto his neck and dragging him up the ramp, much to the delight of the audience, Wayne screaming the words "YOU'RE FIRED" as they disappear into the back.]

JP: It's Wayne! Yes! It's Insane Wayne! Coming to pay Iniquity back!

[The two men in the ring are beginning to rouse themselves very slowly, even Doomsday who is bloodied and busted open. They both, after much struggling, pick themselves up and stands wearily in the ring, swaying on their feet. Doomsday, half-blinded by the blood running down his face, swings lazily for NomaD who ducks beneath the blow, turns back to face Doomsday and ducks; lifting Doomsday onto his shoulders. The fans roar. His knees buckle. He slams Doomsday down! He lands the Whiplash before dropping onto his knees, unable to stand, arm draped over Doomsday. 1�2�3!! The bell rings and NomaD stays where he is as the referee walks towards them to rouse him.]

JP: He's done it! We have a new MWF World Champion at March Madness!

Sully: Yes! I told you he could do it!

Peter Santos: And your winner, through pinfall, and new Maximum Wrestling Federation World Heavyweight Champion, NomaD!

[The fans show their appreciation, roaring and screaming and belting out praise as NomaD is helped to his feet by the referee. Insane Wayne (who, apparently, had just dealt with Iniquity in the back) slides into the ring and begins to help the bloodied Doomsday to his feet.]

JP: What a match. What a fight here tonight! And what a show! What a PPV! The MWF at it's peak, and that really being shown by this display of bravery and strength!

Sully: Doomsday put up one hell of a fight for his title, and it was all down to Iniquity! It was Iniquity that stole his title from him!

JP: Iniquity, that damn ex-member of Twizted Vision! He has recently submitted his resignation from the MWF, and he came back to get one final shout! One final say! One final blow to the team of Twizted Vision! Doomsday has lost his World Title tonight, but not to an unworthy opponent!

[The two men, now standing, are surrounded by an atmosphere of humming appreciation from the audience. The title is draped over the shoulder of NomaD who stands with the referee's help. Wayne helps Doomsday who mops at the blood from his brow. The fans hum with anticipation as the two men lock eyes for a while. NomaD outstretches a hand, staggering on the spot slightly. The audience go quiet� �Doomsday takes his hand and shakes it firmly, reminding the world of the sportsmanship of the MWF, and of true wrestling around the world.]

JP: They both have utmost respect for each other. And mark my words, this change of titles won't be forgotten anytime soon.

[Wayne and Doomsday leave the ring to let NomaD raise his arms in thanks to the fans, title draped over his shoulder proudly.]

JP: Thanks for tuning in, folks. Sleep well!

Sully: Good night!

[The scene closes, camera twinkling as NomaD stands on the turnbuckle, arms raised, the fans roaring- rumbling the arena.]