versus

Odin

Singles Match

Referee: Brian Ford

Writer: Jason Williams

[The crowd are in silence before the first match of the night. 'Into The Void' begins to blare out of the system and the fans begin to jeer loudly as the purple lights make their way up the steel ramp. The pool of purple light gathers just outside the curtain of the maxitron. Out of the curtains comes Odin. He wears his black wrestling tights and a trench coat. His upper body is bare. Odin smiles as he waltzes down the ramp as he does so cockily. The fans jeers continue in a loud manner, they do not however effect Odin's mentality as he approaches the ring.]

JP: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight Odin looks for his second win in a match that will be no walk in the park for one of the MWF's talent...

Sully: It won't won't however be a challenge like running through a park from a group of thugs. It's very likely that tonight Odin will cash in on his second win against MWF hope Primal Fear...

[Odin climbed his way up the metal steps and walked along the side of the ring apron. He raises his arms in the air to a boo and then entered the ring. He signaled for a microphone as his music began to fade and lights came back on. He received the microphone and waited for the crowds to be silent. Once they were he began to speak.]

Odin: I'm not going to mention Vacation at all tonight but only enforce my message to the MWF world champion... Last night you tonight you can bask in your glory of becoming King of Kings. Do not however over step the mark because your work wasn't finished last night. It was nowhere near finished. Vacation is don e and there is no more hiding for the four men that competed last night. I have made my notes and the time for to use those notes is coming. In the next few weeks I shall take on one of the four men that competed last night and soon enough you shall find out who that is but tonight is more important...

[The crowd cheer loudly, Odin's effect to them may be overall bad but they weren't necessarily in love with the other four men. Odin continued. ]

Odin: Tonight Ed Walker has set me an almighty challenge. Something that should trouble that the men that beat MWF's newest hope Crush Heart last week. Surely the MWF president would give this potential danger and opponent that would destroy me or atleast keep me well away from the MwF ring. Instead, the corporate bastard gives me a man that scares me less than Crush Heart and hell after last week that big guy is nothing but a lil' poodle in my eyes. Back to the subject in hand... Walker gives me Primal Fear... Someone please tell me who the fuck this guy is?

[The crowd jeer loudly. Odin smiles sadistically.]

Odin: I suppose it doesn't really matter who this guy is. All that matters is tonight this wannabe start is going to be defeated by the future world champion Odin. Primal Fear will tonight be the second entry to Odin's graveyard.... Primal, get off your damn ass and come get me...

[Odin smiled as he removed his jacket and through it out of the ring awaiting his opponent. The Memphis crowd stand to their feet for the first opening bout as Peter Santos stands in the squared circle, microphone to his lips as he bellows out with such force.]

Peter Santos: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall… first making his way to the ring, from New York City, weighing 235lbs… Primal Fear!

[The crowd give a warm welcome to Primal Fear as "Adrenaline" by Gavin Rossdale blasts over the sound system and out walks Primal Fear to a small amount of cheers. He wears his misty grey coloured mask, hiding his identity as he steps inside the MwF ring, shaking hands with Brian Ford and jogging on the spot. Odin steps up to him and two men go head to head.]

JP: Let's see what this man will give tonight.

Sully: My predictions are… he will be a failure!

JP: Sully!

Sully: What did I say wrong this time?

[The crowd cheer for someone to throw a fist but neither man does anything until Odin strikes while Primal Fear has his back turned. Primal Fear cringes, falling to the mat, holding the back of his head as the crowd roar in disapproval. The bell shortly after rings.]

JP: What a sneak attack there from Odin, he blindsided Primal Fear.

Sully: The kid should learn never to turn your back away and disrespect Odin like that!

JP: From what I saw, Primal Fear wasn't being disrespectful.

Sully: Deep down, we all know he was JP.

[Odin stomps away, laying in the boots to the abdomen of Primal Fear and following up with a knee drop to the face of Primal Fear. Primal Fear rolls on the mat in pain as Brian Ford holds Odin back. Odin shoves Brian Ford to one side and charges at the now standing Primal Fear, levelling him with a stiff clothesline. Primal Fear falls back down to the mat. Odin takes the opportunity to climb upstairs early while Primal Fear makes his way to his feet. Odin launches himself high in the air, with hang time nailing a perfect crossbody, which the collision resounds around the arena.]

Sully: Beautiful crossbody there from the top rope by the rather agile Odin.

JP: I must agree, it was a work of art.

[Primal Fear finds himself struggling in a pinning predicament as Brian Ford administrates the count, 1… 2… kickout! Odin does not seem frustrated, picking Primal Fear up by the mask and nailing him with a knee to the gut. Primal Fear doubles over and Odin applies a front headlock on Primal Fear who falls down to the mat. Odin makes sure Primal Fear is unable to escape the hold by wrenching on the neck of Primal Fear.]

JP: Hey ref that looks to me like it's an illegal chokehold.

Sully: You can't call what you can't see.

JP: Yeah well all I can say is I defiantly saw it with my own two eyes!

[Both men are down on the mat as Primal Fear finds the grapple hold a perplexed situation to be in, trying to grab Odin by the hair but referee, Brian Ford orders Primal Fear to let go and take off the grip of the hand full of hair. Primal Fear does so and quickly spins around, escaping the headlock and finding his way back to his two feet but Odin holds onto the arm of Primal Fear and pulls him in to another front headlock and changed into devastating DDT, driving Primal Fear face first, eating the canvas. Odin isn't done however, lifting Primal Fear back to a vertical base and hoisting him up into the air with a military press and dropping Primal Fear face first across his awaiting knee. Primal Fears nose busts open as blood pours out, shown on his grey mask. Odin makes the quick cover, 1… 2… Primal Fear gets a shoulder up!]

Sully: This is great!

JP: Why is that then Sully? Explain to me…

Sully: Primal Fear might have to pay for nose surgery tomorrow. Not even his precious mask could save him from that deadly move

JP: That move was atrocious.

Sully: It was fantastic, Odin is going to ruin this kids looks… if he has any!

[Odin mounts on top of Primal Fear, nailing some furious right shots to the cranium of his downed opponent. Odin picks Primal Fear up by the hair and irish whips him into the turnbuckle and follows up with a running splash into the corner. Primal Fear walks groggily forward as Odin with the go behind, wraps his hands tightly around the waist of Primal Fear and lifts him up into a german suplex but Primal Fear does a backwards flip and lands on the top of his head. Primal Fear isn't moving as Brian Ford looks on helplessly.]

JP: My god he could have had his neck broken there and then!

Sully: He just had a crash landing there; the one place you don't want to land is on the top of your damn head.

JP: Odin doesn't look like he's finished though.

Sully: He's going to inflict more punishment I can't wait!

JP: This is sickening!

[Lifting Primal Fears face up, Odin runs against the ropes and charges at full head of steam hitting a huge dropkick to the jaw of Primal Fear who collapses on the mat, spawned. Odin looks at the quiet crowd, laughing hysterically, automatically setting them off into a shower of jeers. Odin shouts abuse towards the crowd, climbing to the top rope once again. Brian Ford counts to five for Odin to get down but Odin has other ideas. Odin jumps off the ropes, high into the air, arms spread outwards and hitting a picture perfect flying headbutt to the shoulder of Primal Fear.]

Sully: Odin is just dominating this match JP.

JP: Seems like Primal Fear wasn't ready for the spotlight tonight.

Sully: That's for sure!

[Odin hooks the legs of Primal Fear and hopes to lock in the figure four leg lock, twisting around the leg but Primal Fear nails an open shot to the forehead of Odin. Odin staggers back into the ropes while Brian Ford looks on in awe, the crowd cheering on the temporary roster member. Primal Fear springs back to his feet and follows up by nailing some huge forearms to the face of Odin: one… two… three… four, Primal Fear spins around looking for a discus clothesline but Odin ducks. Primal Fear is sent into the ropes and on the comeback runs into the flapjack from Odin.]

Sully: What power Odin is showing tonight.

JP: Odin is the stronger of the two in this contest by only fifteen pounds.

Sully: Not much but he is certainly giving the poor kid a beating. Shows how much it makes a difference.

JP: Just a squash match and the crowd aren't pleased.

[The crowd is heard booing Primal Fear for his poor performance, which Odin looks surprised at but he himself also gets booed for his troubles. Odin lifts Primal Fear up to his feet and executes the inverted atomic drop and then turns it immediately into a malicious downward spiral, holding on in a chokehold. Brian Ford questions if Primal Fear will give up but he shakes his hand and his head while screaming out the words "No!" Odin begins swearing frantically at Primal Fear, the crowd beginning to now get behind Primal Fear once again. He fights his way to his feet, nailing shot after shot to the stomach of Odin but Odin grabs Primal Fear by the mask and nails a facebuster.]

JP: This has to be coming to the end soon enough, Odin is just hitting blow after blow.

Sully: The heavier the blow, the harder Primal Fear will fall.

JP: Odin wants to make an example out of Primal Fear.

[Odin locks Primal Fear up in the headlock and hoists Primal Fear up in the air, hitting a stalling suplex, Odin holds on and lifts Primal Fear back to his feet and hitting a second suplex. Odin still clasps on and spins around to his feet and lifts Primal Fear up for the final time and dropping him on his spine with a third suplex. Odin signals for the end, kicking Primal fear arrogantly and cockily to check if he is conscience. Odin steps outside the ring and calls for the end as he begins to climb the ropes once again, pursuing for one of his finishers. Primal Fear is gaining balance with the Memphis crowd behind him.]

Sully: Odin might be looking to end it right here and right now.

JP: He may be looking for the Frite-Lite.

Sully: Can Primal Fear pull out all the stops at this point in the match?

[Primal Fear falls into the ropes as Odin crotches himself, the crowd cheering. Primal Fear realizes his opportunity and climbs up top to meet Odin, nailing a few forearm shots to the face of Odin. Odin however, soon battles back, defending himself with retaliating blows and knocking Primal Fear off the top rope and to the mat below. The crowd jeer once again but Primal Fear, seeming determined nails Odin in the abdomen. Odin falls once again getting caught off guard. Brian Ford lets things go and waits to see the outcome.]

JP: Primal Fear still not giving up even though he has taken such a beating.

Sully: If he hits one big move it could be the end right here.

[Primal Fear hooks Odin up on the top rope and looks for his finisher, the PT Driver. The crowd roar in approval wanting to see the end of Odin. But Odin battles out of the move with some elbows to the face and locking on a dragon sleeper. The referee begins his infamous five count to break the submission hold as they are both in the ropes. Odin has ideas as he stands on the top turnbuckle, pulling Primal Fear up with him. Odin takes a deep breath and in one sudden, forceful movement springs in the air as high as possible with gravity bringing them down with a loud crash where Odin executes a reverse inverted DDT from the top of the rope.]

Sully: HOLY SHIT! THE NIGHTMARE SNAP! FROM THE TOP OF THE ROPES JP!

JP: Primal Fear is laying there unconscious.

[Odin crawls over and hooks the leg, making the cover, 1… 2… 3, the bell rings as Odin stands to his feet, a sadistic smile expressed across his face. Referee, Brian Ford raises his hand while Primal Fear rolls to the outside, clutching the back of his neck.]

Peter Santos: And your winner through pinfall… Odin!

[Odin exits the ring to the displeasure of the fans. Odin raises his arms in triumph for his second victory in the Maximum Wrestling Federation. Odin heads backstage as referee Brian Ford attends to Primal Fear on the outside of the ring.]

JP: Odin defeated Primal Fear in a squash match tonight.

Sully: He already won the match before Primal Fear even arrived JP.

JP: Odin is out to prove he will win the MWF World Heavyweight Championship between now and five months and with the start in the MWF, he looks to be keeping those promises.

Sully: The fire burns inside that mans cold and black heart.

JP: Be interesting what he has planned for Dynamite next week.

Sully: The main event is up next JP, it will be an interesting encounter.

JP: Crush Heart faces the newcomer Lex Diamond, straight after this commercial break!

Sully: Don't go anywhere!

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