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"The Crown Prince Of Hardcore" NomaD

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Rodney Ferno

Hardcore Triple Threat Match

Referee: Chad Pattison

JP: Well folks, we've arrived at the first match of the night and it's time to see some hardcore action.

Sully: I can't think of a better way to open up the evening's event. I'm looking for GP Richter to pull out a victory, with the aid of a steel chair or two.

JP: Oh, I'm sure we're gonna see so much more than a couple of steel chairs, Sully.

Sully: Quiet! Santos is about to make the call!

Peter Santos: Ladies and Gentleman, it is now time for the Triple Threat Hardcore Match!

["Tricky" by Run DMC vibrates through the PA system and jeers rise in the arena as GP Richter steps onto the entrance ramp. He strolls down the ramp, shrugging off the boos.]

Peter Santos: Introducing first, weighing in at 190 pounds, he is the Epitome of Excellence… GP Richter!

[Richter rolls into the ring and taunts the crowd, only to be awarded with more abuse.]

JP: GP Richter looks pumped tonight, Sully?

Sully: Yes, he does. He truly is "Excellence." I love the guy!

[GP slides from the ring and ducks under the apron, seemingly searching for a weapon. A moment later, he pulls out a ladder! He shoves it into the ring and follows it in.]

Sully: Good 'ole GP, preparing himself for the worst &endash; he might have to climb out of this arena!

[Richter sets the ladder up in the centre of the ring as the arena is filled with the sound of "Seamless" by American Head Charge. A concoction of cheers and boos are addressed to NomaD as he charges to the ring.]

Peter Santos: From Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 230 pounds, the Crowd Prince of Hardcore… NomaD!

[NomaD slides under the bottom rope. He finds his feet in the centre of the ring next to the ladder and hits the ropes in style. GP Richter backs into the corner to avoid contact with the Crown Prince.]

JP: NomaD has provided us with a flurry of awesome segments this past week, Sully. I hope to see his actions back up his all-important words.

Sully: I wanna see what this guy is made of, but still, I'm routing for GP.

JP: Fair is fair.

[The arena is met with silence as NomaD and GP Richter await their opponent, only to be presented with Rodney Ferno's valet, Kelly Day. She elegantly walks out onto the ramp wearing a revealing black dress. Her blonde hair sways with her seductive body language. GP Richter, NomaD, and even referee Chad Pattison, are all caught by the wonder of Ms. Day. She bends to the floor to take a microphone from the side of the ramp. Everyone in attendance seems to bend with her every move. As she stands tall and slim, she speaks.]

Kelly Day: I would like to introduce to you the this Hardcore Match's final contender. Weighing in at 225 pounds, from New York City, and accompanied by Kelly Day &endash; me… Rodney Ferno!!

[As everyone in the arena casts their eyes towards the curtain, Rodney Ferno blasts the crowd and jumps the barrier. He slides into the ring and catches GP Richter with a reverse DDT! The crowd burst into cheers as Ferno jumps to his feet and taunts. Kelly Day walks down the ramp and patrols the outside of the ring as the bell sounds and NomaD jumps on Rodney Ferno.]

JP: Still want GP Richter to win, Sully?

Sully: I don't give a damn anymore. As long as Kelly Day is out here I'm happy as hell!

JP: With those announcing skills, Peter Santos might be out of a job!

[NomaD clobbers Ferno with left and right fists. He hits the ropes and comes back with a guillotine leg drop on his doubled-over opponent. He covers for the quick cover, but GP Richter hits a body splash over the pin. He lifts NomaD and whips him into the ropes. NomaD evades the topes and slides to the outside. GP stands in the centre of the ring as Rodney Ferno climbs to his feet and stands in the corner. As regains his bearings, Ferno slides from the ring and gives chase. NomaD slides back into the ring and turns to await Ferno. As Rodney Ferno re-enters, NomaD and GP Richter stamp down hard on his back until his gives in. Ferno lies limp under the ropes as Kelly Day strokes his back. NomaD forces GP Richter into the corner and hits knuckle after knuckle into the jaw of his opponent. GP blocks the final punch and runs forward, but NomaD sends Richter into the ladder!]

JP: OH! The ladder plan has backfired on GP Richter!

[GP recoils off the ladder and falls back into the corner. At the opposite side of the ring, Rodney Ferno staggers upwards with the aid of the turnbuckle. NomaD takes the ladder from the mat and sets it up against Ferno. With two steps back he hits a dropkick onto the ladder, which connects squarely with Ferno's chest. The ladder falls back to the mat but NomaD is quick to stand it back up, this time in GP' corner. This time NomaD moves to the opposite corner for a run up. The crowd cheer as NomaD sprints at GP Richter, only to have the ladder thrown in his face!]

Sully: Aww, the pain! Can you imagine the steel connecting with your head? Ugh!

JP: Surely, GP will take the advantage now that NomaD and Ferno are downed.

[GP moves towards Rodeny Ferno and plants boots into his abdomen. Ferno coughs up blood over his chest as GP Richter moves back to NomaD. After hard stomps to the head, Richter drags NomaD close to the turnbuckle and then places the ladder on his moveless body. He rolls from the ring and ducks back under the apron, looking for another hardcore object. He finds a table and pulls it out, evidently searching for something else. Kelly Day keeps a close eye on Richter, whilst Rodney Ferno lands an elbow drop on top of NomaD and the ladder!]

JP: Oh, viscous! GP Richter better be ready for Ferno when he comes back in the ring…

[GP pulls another ladder from under the ring and throws it into the ring. It barely misses Ferno who continues to throw fists and kicks at NomaD. He hits a suplex and follows it up with a quick DDT. He goes for the cover but GP Richter lands a leg drop over the pin and picks up his ladder. Ferno rolls to the side as NomaD stands and turns to GP Richter, who grips the new ladder horizontally. He drives the ladder into the gut of NomaD and then slams him to the ground with a stiff shot across the back of the head. Richter places the ladder on NomaD and then takes the other ladder and sets it up against the turnbuckle.]

Sully: What's the plan here?

JP: I have no idea, but I don't see any big winner coming outta this!

[GP climbs the leaning, flattened ladder and then pushes away from the turnbuckle. The ladder comes crashing down on top of the other ladder and NomaD!]

JP: By God! What vandalism! Vandalism of the human body!

[GP rolls across the mat in pain, whilst NomaD lays buried under the ladders. Rodney Ferno stands and lifts a ladder from NomaD. He holds it high above his head and throws it down on top of GP Richter! He then takes the second ladder and places it against the ropes. He lifts NomaD and sends him running into the ladder. With immense force, the Crown Prince of Hardcore hits the ladder and falls to the mat, with the ladder coming down shortly after! With the other ladder flat on the canvas, Ferno grabs Richter and hits a German suplex onto the steel!!]

Sully: NO WAY! That's too much! Look at the red print on GP's back!

JP: These three young competitors have taken MWF to the realms of Xtreme!!!

[Ms. Kelly Day jumps up and down, cheering Rodney Ferno as her assets jig provocatively. NomaD clambers to his feet and takes the ladder from next to him. He holds it by his centre and spins across the ring. He takes out Ferno with a firm shot to the head. GP Richter stands and takes a shot to the back and goes down. The floored Ferno leg sweeps NomaD and brings him to the ground too. ON the outside, Kelly Day finds a chair amongst the weapons that GP Richter found under the ring. She slides it into the squared circle and then sets out the table that GP pulled out. She aligns it perfectly parallel to the ring, close to the entrance ramp.]

Sully: Young Ms. Day has bad intentions! I like it!

[Slowly, all three men stand. With sudden movement, Rodney Ferno leaps the pile of ladders and scoops GP Richter up with The Flashover onto the steel chair!! GP bounces over onto his back as Rodney Ferno springs to his feet. NomaD stands dazed as Ferno turns and kicks him in the gut.]

JP: What the hell are we gonna see that can beat what we just saw!?

[NomaD ignores the kick to the gut as Ferno hits another. NomaD goes into a rage and ignores the second shot. Ferno goes for one more kick, but NomaD blocks and throws a kick of his own. With Rodney Ferno doubled over, NomaD hits the Hellavator!!! NomaD covers. 1…2….3!]

Peter Santos: The winner of the match… the Prince of Hardcore… NomaD!

[NomaD stands and raises his arms proudly. He drops them soon due to tiredness and is about to leave the ring. GP Richter, however, grabs his foot as he stands. NomaD turns as GP glares him in the eye. Soon enough, the two men are going it at it. GP rakes NomaD's eyes and hits him with a punch that sends him reeling. With a bounce against the ropes GP Richter hits the Epicenter over the rope and through the table!!]

JP: WOW!

Sully: Now that was something!

[Kelly Day climbs into the ring and attends to Rodney as a flurry of referees run out to check on NomaD and GP Richter.]

JP: I think it's time we went backstage until this was cleared up!

Sully: Hell, yeah!

JP: Hang on a second!

[MWF Xtreme Champion, The Jeopardizer is standing on the entrance way...surveying the chaos in the ring, he smiles as he sees Rodney Ferno helped to his feet by Kelly Day with blood dripping from him and NomaD's face covered in a mask of blood. The Jeopardizer's expression changes as he sees GP Richter laying there, eyes open, staring at the ceiling..."Jay-Z" begins to slowly walk down the ramp.]

Sully: That "WMD" bastard is going to try and cripple GP Richter permanently!

JP: I hope he does, GP Richter is a good for nothing bastard.

[The crowd let out a scream as a man leaps from the crowd and pounces on The Jeopardizer, "Jay-Z" rolls with the man on top...the camera gets closer and we see it is MWF TV and Tag Team Champion, Wildfire, who is on top of "Jay-Z".]

Sully: Whoo! Go Wildfire!

JP: The Jeopardizer has just been jumped by Wildfire..

[The two men brawl on the entrance ramp, The Jeopardizer gets to his feet and Wildfire leaps up after him...he has "Jay-Z" by the hair and he throws The Jeopardizer into the guardrail and then pushes him over the guardrail into the crowd...the crowd are going crazy as Wildfire follows The Jeopardizer into the crowd.]

Sully: The fans in the front row are going crazy!

JP: And something crazy is about to happen backstage, let's go...

[The camera cuts backstage and we're in the MWF canteen, a few familar wrestlers are sitting at a table playing cards...the "Connection" are eating their dinner, Hart Evans chatting to Amanda as Rick Jones shines up Hart Evans' tag team belt for him. Suddenly the door at the back end of the canteen is flung open and Mike Savage strides in.]

JP: There he is, Mike Savage the man who has just joined the "WMD" a very wise move on his part...he'll benefit greatly from the guiding hand of Fozzy and Anarkist.

Sully: I'm sure he will, it's amazing how many matches you can win when you've got a born cheat in your corner!

JP: I wonder if Mike Savage will manage to find an opponent?

Sully: He's a fool if he picks on the "Canadian Connection".

[Mike Savage looks around the room, Rick Jones looks up from shinning the title but then looks back down again and Hart Evans' says something to make Jones laugh. "The King" Sam King is standing waiting for his food, he glances at Mike Savage and yawns loudly...Mike Savage's gaze is fixed on Sam King as he strides towards the "Transformed Texan".]

JP: Oh no, he's going to pick on Sam King...

Sully: God help him!

[Mike Savage walks up to Sam King and a quiet canteen is suddenly shattered with noise as Mike Savage grabs Sam King by the neck and throws him over a table, sending plates and cups everywhere! The "Connection" leap to their feet as Mike Savage has Sam King by the hair, he pulls King from the table and drags him by his hair across towards the soft drinks machines.]

JP: Mike Savage is going to kill Sam King, I thought Fozzy told him to find an opponent.

Sully: He's found one right here, it looks like this the match has already started.

JP: I hope the "Connection" keep themselves out of this!

[Mike Savage pins Sam King to the soft drinks machine, King has blood dripping from a cut on his lip and he licks it away.]

Savage: Sam King...the man who has caused so much damn trouble in the MWF.

King: Who the hell are you?

Savage: The names Savage, Mike Savage.

King: What the...hell are you doing?

Savage: I want you in a match next week...I've had enough of your snivelling harted towards the "WMD" and I'm their latest member and I intend to make sure you're eradicated from their path.

King: You're a member of the "WMD"?

Savage: Yes, Fozzy signed me up just moments ago.

[Sam King starts to laugh, Mike Savage growls and brings his knee into the groin of King who's laughter turns to cries of pain.]

Savage: One thing, don't laugh at someone bigger than yourself...I'm not a bully Sam, I'm just making your life a living hell.

[Mike Savage drops King from the position against the soft drinks machine and King crumples to a heap...Mike Savage walks away as the "Canadian Connection" approach Sam King.]

Jones: What the hell was that? Are you alright Sam?

King: Son of a bitch...son of a fucking bitch.

Evans: Easy Sam, what was all that about?

King: "WMD", they're growing.

Evans: Someone really has to stop them...

King: Yeah...and that someone is me, and the first target is Mike Savage.

[King accepts the hand of Rick Jones and pulls himself up, Amanda wipes the blood from Sam's lip.]

King: Watch yourselves...

[Sam King staggers off holding his mid-section as the "Connection" look at each other before packing up their stuff and getting ready to head of the ring.]

JP: Whoah! Mike Savage just made one hell of an impression their, he single-handedly dismantled Sam King.

Sully: That must of hurt, poor King he's got no one at the moment.

JP: He seems to be getting rather friendly with the "Connection"...perhaps an alliance is slowly being formed?

Sully: Well we saw last week that Walker wants to amass his troops to fight the "WMD"...but there are too many rivalries within his own faction. I mean how can Wildfire and Rick Jones ever get along? Or Wildfire and King?

JP: Good point, the alliance is fragile and needs time..Fozzy must be laughing his head off at the ease at which his faction is working its way through the MWF. Tag Team Titles the next stop?

Sully: It could well be, Anarkist and The Jeopardizer are easily good enough.

JP: And with the Vacation tournament it is possible that we could see an all "WMD" final.

Sully: Oh how I'd hate to see that, I'd have to yawn with boredom if that happened.

JP: You want yawn next, we have one hell of a match coming up.

Sully: Hart Evans! Yess! The "Connection" member is in action and I think that Evans is one of the top performers right now in the MWF...his momement in the ring is exceptional.

JP: He has great agility for a man who is older than most of the roster and he is one half of the MWF Tag Team Champions...

Sully: The Vine is promising, I like his style.

JP: Could see the crowd getting behind The Vine tonight as he attempts to hit the "Prime Time"...