Leandro versus Doomsday

Singles Match

Referee: Brian Ford

Writer: Jason Williams

[The bell rings swelling throughout the arena in Chicago as the fans rise to their feet cheering ecstatically as the spotlight showers over the legendary ring announcer of the Maximum Wrestling Federation, Pete Santos. The ring announcer is wearing a rather expensive crème Armani suit as he holds the microphone casually down by his side. The fans rise to their feet as Pete Santos with his live microphone, which is now raised beneath his chin and his voice billows out with force.]

Peter Santos: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Giant versus. Giant match.

[The fans erupt with enormous cheers as the excitement is filled throughout the entire arena. Pete Santos stands for a few moments in silence as the capacity crowd soon quieten down, eager to hear Pete Santos resume with his introductions.]

Peter Santos: First, making his way to the ring from Tijuana, Mexico weighing in at 340lbs… the last ever Maximum Wrestling Federation Xtreme Champion “El Mexicano Condena” Leandro!

[The arena lights dim turning to a shade of black as “Cancion Del Mariachi” hits on the PA system as the fans give a huge cheer as the beast emerges from behind the curtains to another overwhelming cheer from the fans. Leandro roars directly at the crowd all pumped up as he strides down the ramp way soaking in the cheers he receives. “El Mexicano Condena” stares at the ring where Pete Santos still stands in the epicentre. Leandro reaches the bottom of the ramp way and climbs up onto the ring apron. He climbs over the top rope with a look of intensity in his eyes as he turns to one section of the crowd and raises his fist in the air to another roar of approval from the fans.]

JP: And here he is, Leandro… this man is an impressive individual Sully.

Sully: I remember when he made his debut in the Maximum Wrestling Federation where he represented the back-then Missouri State Wrestling community teaming with his fellow peers to face WEW’s brightest superstars.

JP: And Leandro was the focus-point of that entire match where he dominated and dominated with that immense power he has Sully. No one was able to control or maintain the beast; he was truly on fire that night as he was every single night in competition in the MWF.

Sully: He is a former and the last ever MWF Xtreme Champion of this coveted company and tonight he faces the first ever and only MWF Grand Slam Champion.

[The music dies out as Leandro tests the strength of the ring ropes bending his knees. The arena is silent for a split second until “You Know You’re Right” by Nirvana blasts with full force onto the sound system as the fans are on their feet giving a huge ovation to the form of Doomsday who appears from behind the curtain. The “Deadly One” stands on top of the One Last Time entranceway and lifts his arms in the air as the pyrotechnics shoot in the air. The fans are giving a rapturous amount of applause as Doomsday slowly and steadily walks down the ramp way slapping a few hands of the fans on the way.]

Peter Santos: And his opponent, from New York, New York weighing in at 310lbs… a former Maximum Wrestling Federation World Heavyweight Champion, a former Television Champion, a former Xtreme Champion and a former Tag Team Champion. The first ever and only MWF Grand Slam Champion… the “Deadly One” Doomsday!

[The fans immediately respond with heavy cheers directed at Doomsday who saunters down the ramp way reaching the ring steps. His eyes are locked onto Leandro as both men stare coldly at one another. The “Deadly One” steps over the ropes and enters the ring and stands in the middle of the ring raising both arms in the air to a heavy cheer.]

JP: What an entrance from Doomsday there and what a list of accomplishments Pete Santos listed for Doomsday here tonight.

Sully: It is a special occasion of course JP.

JP: So true Sully and here we are two of the biggest warriors in this company square off against each other.

Sully: Which of the two is the better man?

[Pete Santos exits the ring as both men stand in their respective corners. The referee signals for the bell, which tolls and the match is officially underway. The fans are split as both chant “Doomsday!” and “Leandro!” amongst one another. Both superstars stare at the crowd and smile at the reaction they receive before turning their attention back to each other. They soon walk forward to one another. As they are a few inches away they pick up the pace and jolt at one another with the collar-and-elbow tie-up. Both men begin struggling for position as the crowd will on both men who push back and fourth. Leandro seems to have the upper hand being the slightly well-built individual. The “Deadly One” however maintains his balance and both men push each other back. The fans applaud as both men seem to be equally strong as each other.]

JP: Interesting lock up there from both men to start the match and neither one gaining an advantage.

Sully: Leandro is the taller and heavier of the two but Doomsday is no featherweight.

JP: Both men are going to have to think up different strategies to overcome one another.

Sully: The next move by either man is going to be intriguing to watch.

[The “Deadly One” mouths a few inaudible words at Leandro as he nods his head in agreement. This time Doomsday issues a test of strength challenge. Leandro approaches the “Deadly One” towering over Doomsday he grasps his hands tightly onto Doomsday’s and both men meet chest-to-chest. They’re legs both leaning back as both men urge themselves forward. The fans are electric cheering for both men once again, though a few more behind Doomsday at this point. The “Deadly One” realising he has no other choice steps back and nails a shot to the sternum with the knee. Leandro is winded as Doomsday pushes forward and sends Leandro soaring into the turnbuckle. The spine crashes hard into the turnbuckle and Leandro falls forward into the awaited claws of Doomsday who to the amazement of the crowd lifts Leandro off his feet for a split second hitting a Side Walk Slam. The fans applaud as Doomsday straight away hooks the leg where the referee slides in, 1… Leandro with force kicks out. Doomsday seemingly stunned stands back to his feet and gestures for Leandro to stand also.]

Sully: I’m not a big fan of Doomsday but I have a tremendous amount of respect for his accomplishment and every sacrifice he has made for this company. But all-in-all I have to applaud that move.

JP: Showing there his raw power he has.

Sully: Leandro won’t be best pleased with that outcome of that encounter.

JP: Doomsday is armed and ready to strike again.

[Leandro is on his knees and the “Deadly One” sprints forward nailing a sickening kick to the side of Leandro’s head who collapses to the mat. His arms flail on the floor as the “Deadly One” stands over him. The crowd cheer on Doomsday who grabs a hand-full of Leandro’s hair and pulls him to a vertical pace. Leandro attempts a gut shot but Doomsday manages to avoid the swing of Leandro’s arm, grasping a hold of it and turning around. The arm is contorted as Leandro cringes and Doomsday irish whips Leandro into the ropes. On the comeback Doomsday looks for the Back Body Drop but he ducks too soon and Leandro having it scouted nails a malicious boot to the face of Doomsday who springs in the air. Leandro paces forward and nails a stiff clothesline. The sweat falls like beads off the chest of Doomsday who falls down on his shoulders. Leandro hooking the leg makes the cover as the referee administrates the count, 1… this time Doomsday kicks out with velocity.]

Sully: Now Leandro one-upping Doomsday there by getting a pinfall of his own.

JP: What will it take to keep these men down for the three count?

Sully: Both men have a big heart but what will it take to break it?

JP: A car crash perhaps?

[Leandro grabs Doomsday by the hair and picks him back up to his feet. Doomsday rather groggy meets a huge forearm shot from Leandro who follows up with a combination of European Uppercuts rocking Doomsday back into the corner. Leandro charges forward and nails a corner splash crushing Doomsday with all his body mass. Doomsday leans into the ropes and Leandro screaming at full volume nails a devastating Big Boot to the jaw of Doomsday who ends up flying over the top rope and to the outside of the ring as the fans cheer on “El Mexicano Condena”.]

JP: What a Big Boot there from Leandro!

Sully: A move that Doomsday also utilizes to perfection.

JP: We’re possibly going to see a very similar style from both men here tonight.

Sully: Question is who is going to outlast the other? This is an evenly balanced match.

[Leandro steps to the outside as the referee illustrates his infamous ten count. 1… 2… Leandro nails an elbow to the skull of Doomsday knocking him back into the Spanish announce table. Leandro notices the top of the announce table fall off from the impact. 3… 4… 5… Leandro begins to demolish the announcers table by ripping apart the television monitors and throwing them to either side. The referee imagining the consequences steps outside the ring breaking his ten count. He orders Leandro back in the ring but “El Mexicano Condena” pushes the referee to the side. The referee falls to the floor hurt as the beast has now gained possession of a steel chair. He stands poised and ready measuring Doomsday up who has his back turned.]

JP: We know what’s coming!

Sully: If Leandro connects with the chair shot it could all be over for Doomsday.

JP: That or he could potentially get disqualified.

Sully: But look at the position of the referee. He is down and out.

[Doomsday uses the Spanish announce table for leverage as the fans encourage on the beast behind him. Doomsday eventually turns around and the skull meets steel. The steel chair ricochets off the head of Doomsday as a thud echoes throughout the arena. Doomsday sprawls back slightly but is still standing to the astonishment of both Leandro and the crowd.]

JP: How is he still standing Sully?

Sully: Look at the face of Doomsday! He’s busted open!

JP: The “Deadly One” is a bloody mess; the blood is pouring out of that open gash profusely courtesy of Leandro.

Sully: Leandro showing his heartless personality tonight.

[The “Deadly One” obviously a crimson mask shouts at Leandro pleading for another shot. Leandro obliges and swings the chair back and with another sickening gunshot the chair smashes into the ruptured skull of Doomsday who falls on top of the Spanish announce table. Leandro swipes away the sweat off his forehead and places the chair to one side. The fans are chanting and cheering on Leandro who looks towards the ring. A sadistic thing comes to mind as the sick and twisted Leandro slowly walks up the steel ring steps and onto the ring apron. He stands there with the fans cheering insanely. Leandro raises his arms and roars at the crowd but to his surprise Doomsday is somehow back to his feet. The “Deadly One” nails a first to the abdomen of Leandro doubling him over. Doomsday climbs onto the ring apron joining Leandro as both men exchange vicious forearm blows. The fans are now rallying on behind Doomsday who fires up nailing a fury of right forearms to the face of Leandro. Doomsday stops for a second but then gets an adrenaline rush and unloads with another flurry of furious right forearm shots to a cheer from the fans.]

Sully: Doomsday is a madman!

JP: What does Doomsday have in mind now?

Sully: Whatever it is, it doesn’t bode well for Leandro.

JP: Wait look at this Sully!

[The “Deadly One” grabs Leandro around the throat with a firm grip and looks into the hoard of fans that are influencing Doomsday to nail the move. Doomsday throws Leandro’s arm over his shoulder and in one sudden movement Doomsday glides through the air turning 180-degrees and elevates Leandro with him. Both men are in the air for what seems like eternity as Doomsday and Leandro come crashing down and through the table which breaks underneath them!]

JP: LOCK-N-LOAD! LOCK-N-LOAD! LOCK-N-LOAD! THROUGH THE TABLE!

Sully: Oh my god!

JP: Listen to the fans; they can’t believe what they just witnessed!

Sully: Doomsday seems to be favouring those ribs from that leap of faith there.

[The fans begin in union the “HOLY SHIT!” chant as Leandro is seen motionless next to Doomsday who is coughing up blood and holding onto his ribs facing possible internal injuries. The fans heavily chant “Doomsday! Doomsday! Doomsday!” As he turns on his side on the broken and disposed of Spanish announce table. The referee is now back to his feet shaking his head and stares in disbelief at the carnage before his very eyes. He runs over to both men inquisitive on their condition.]

JP: Both men look to be seriously hurt here Sully.

Sully: Too right, a Lock-N-Load through a table is not the best thing to do.

JP: But it was what Doomsday thought was best to put Leandro down for the count.

Sully: Let’s see who gets to his feet first; whoever does is surely going to be the favourite to win this match.

[The “Deadly One” is crawling over Leandro nailing a few weak forearms to the face of Leandro as if wakening him up. Leandro eyes are rolled into the back of his head as he pushes himself up to a seated position. Doomsday uses the barricade to pull himself up as the fans pat him on the back cheering on the contest. Doomsday leans down and by the armpits drags Leandro towards the ring. The referee slides into the ring maintaining some control and uses his authority to order both men into the ring. The “Deadly One” musters some strength to pull the dead weight of Leandro to his feet and leaning him against the ring apron. Doomsday explodes with a few forearm shots once again to the exposed face of Leandro who is too weak to retaliate. Doomsday eventually rolls Leandro back into the ring and slides in himself. Doomsday makes the cover as the referee moderates the count… 1… 2… Leandro kicks out! The fans bounce up and down now cheering on Leandro as Doomsday looks on in dismay.]

JP: I can not believe it!

Sully: How the hell did Leandro kick out of that?

JP: Heart Sully… pure heart!

Sully: If Leandro is hit with one more move I’m sure this one will be over in a heartbeat.

[The “Deadly One” seemingly frustrated by the aftermath of the pin attempt carefully stands to his feet now aware of his surroundings. Leandro having time to recuperate on the canvas is breathing heavily as his chest rises up and down. Doomsday is supporting himself in the corner and to the amazement of the crowd Leandro pops up in a seated position. He turns to see Doomsday in the corner holding onto his sternum. Leandro immediately stands to his feet and yells as he charges at full head of steam driving his shoulder into the ribs of Doomsday who grimaces from the extraordinary blow. The “Deadly One” suffers some more severe shoulders to the abdomen area coughing up more blood as Leandro is relentless. “El Mexicano Condena” grabs the arm of Doomsday and brings him forward and into a huge Spinebuster and floats over with the pin attempt hooking the leg. The referee checks on the shoulders as he initiates the count, 1… 2… Doomsday kicks out!]

JP: What does Leandro have to do to put Doomsday away now?

Sully: Both men are putting on quite the display here tonight.

JP: A Lock-N-Load through the table and both men are facing some minor injuries. Doomsday is bleeding from the mouth and forehead and how he is continuing is beyond me.

Sully: And Leandro was the main victim of that table incident and how he is to his feet is hard to explain.

[The desire of both men is seen in their faces as Leandro stands to his feet to an instant cheer from the fans. “El Mexicano Condena” swings his arms asking for Doomsday to stand but there is no response from the “Deadly One”. Leandro stumbles forward and grabs Doomsday yet again by the hair and pulls him to his footing. Leandro however, dumbfounded is grabbed by the neck of Doomsday who reverberates in the face of Leandro shouting insults at the Mexican beast. Doomsday drives his knee into the sternum of Leandro who is doubled over once again. Doomsday still favouring the ribs with blood running down his mouth places Leandro’s head in between his legs. The fans are soon left in awe as Doomsday ushers Leandro in the air and with a whiplash-esque effect falls to his knees nailing a power bomb. The crowd are overjoyed as Doomsday is left on his side near the legs of the prone Leandro.]

JP: Bomb drop there from Doomsday.

Sully: But can the “Deadly One” capitalise?

JP: We are about to find out.

Sully: One Last time is shaping up to be an unpredictable night.

[Doomsday makes his way towards Leandro, using the Mexican’s legs to push him towards him. Doomsday makes the cover without hooking the leg: 1… 2… 3…]

JP: Was that three?

Sully: Yes!

JP: No! Leandro just barely got the shoulder up from the mat.

Sully: Unbelievable! Just unbelievable!

[Doomsday looks at the referee in distain as the crowd are once again divided between both men. One section chanting for Doomsday and the other section chanting for Leandro. The “Deadly One” crawls to the ropes and yanks himself up while Leandro is on all-fours. Doomsday signals for the end doing the ‘cut-throat’ motion as the fans are static. Leandro somehow gets to his feet keeping his balance as Doomsday charges at him but Leandro ducks the huge arm of Doomsday and turns around countering the move with a sharp elbow. Doomsday bounces back into the ropes and on the comeback is pressed and lifted onto the shoulders of Leandro and smothered into the canvas with an impulsive Powerslam. The fans remain quiet as Leandro stands to his feet this time signalling for the end of the match to a roar from the fans.]

JP: One minute Doomsday is in control but now Leandro is and he is calling for the end.

Sully: Could this be the curtain call for Doomsday?

JP: Our questions are about to be answered Sully.

Sully: Doomsday is helped back to his feet with the assistance of “El Mexicano Condena”.

[Leandro stands behind Doomsday and grabs the legs of Doomsday and lifts the “Deadly One” in the air with full energy. He has Doomsday up in the Torture Rack as the fans are getting behind Doomsday who is screaming in pain. The referee asks Doomsday if he wants to give it up as he emphatically yells “NO!” Doomsday uses the fan support to his advantage as his arms pump up and down in the air as he manages to wriggle himself from the bare claws of Leandro. Doomsday falls down behind Leandro who is spun back around. Leandro looks for the Discus Clothesline but Doomsday ducks wisely before nailing a boot to the stomach of Leandro. Doomsday locks the arms of Leandro and elevates the seven-foot beast in the air and drilling him down face first with the Shotgun Blast. The fans jump in the air as the move is connected and Leandro flies half way across the ring from the move.]

Sully: SHOTGUN BLAST! SHOTGUN BLAST!

JP: This one is surely over.

Sully: But look where Leandro is, half way across the ring from an internally injured Doomsday.

JP: Doomsday seems to be fading fast from the amount of blood he has lost but look at this he is crawling his way closer to Leandro and the fans are cheering him on!

[Doomsday makes his way barely inches away from the body of Leandro. Doomsday’s arm is high in the air as he drapes it down across the chest of Leandro after seconds of delay. The referee makes the count: 1… 2…]

JP: Was that three!?

Sully: I don’t know!

JP: Was it three!?

Sully: I don’t know!

[The referee stands to his feet and reveals to the crowd that it was two-and-three-quarters. Doomsday looks up shocked and disappointed as the final amount of blood spurts from his mouth. His teeth grind together as he holds onto his abdomen before climbing to his feet. Leandro is barely moving and Doomsday using his one free arm grabs Leandro by his hair and hoists him to his feet. Doomsday nails another knee to the sternum of Leandro and locks the arms up one final time. The crowd heavily cheer the “Deadly One” who jumps in the air but Leandro reverses as he lifts Doomsday high in the air over his shoulders. Doomsday still has the arms of Leandro locked as he is in the air and Leandro like a rabid beast jumps in the air and spikes Doomsday’s head in the mat with an unprotected reverse Tombstone Piledriver. Doomsday’s arms are left sprawled on the mat as the crowd erupt with more “HOLY SHIT!” chants. Leandro is on his knees now and looks at the crowd chanting “Leandro! Leandro! Leandro!”]

JP: This could be it!

Sully: What a modified Tombstone Piledriver there from Leandro!

JP: “El Mexicano Condena” showing the power still left within.

Sully: He summoned all the power he has left there.

[“El Mexicano Condena” is now to his feet while Doomsday is lying on the canvas not moving. The referee tries to check on him but Leandro does not take any chances. He leans down and picks up a stunned Doomsday. Leandro with the go-behind and picks Doomsday up in a Bearhug position squeezing the life out of Doomsday. More blood flows out of the mouth of the crimson-masked Doomsday. The referee asks Doomsday if he wishes to give in, now is the time. Doomsday replies, “FUCK NO! I WILL NOT DIE!” which brings a huge cheer from the fans. Leandro shakes Doomsday around like a rag doll but Doomsday will not give in. Leandro finally finishes the move by using every last ounce of energy he has by driving Doomsday down chest and face first with a reverse Spinebuster. The power brings Leandro back on his feet as the crowd are in a frenzy from the finisher.]

Sully: CONVICT SUICIDE! CONVICT SUICIDE!

JP: Could this be the end of the Giant versus. Giant match?

Sully: Leandro is rolling Doomsday over onto his back.

JP: He is making the cover!

[Leandro makes the cover this time hooking both the legs of Doomsday as the referee accentuates the count: 1…]

JP: Will Doomsday kick out?

[… 2… Doomsday’s legs push back…]

Sully: Will he?

[… 3… Doomsday kicks out but is a second too late!]

JP: He did it! Leandro did it!

[The bell rings as the fans are all on their feet at a show of respect for both men. “Cancion Del Mariachi” is heard on the sound system and Leandro is helped to his feet by the referee sweating heavily. Leandro raises his arms in the air as the voice is heard billowing in the arena over the fans cheers.]

Peter Santos: The winner of the Giant versus. Giant match by pinfall… “El Mexicano Condena” Leandro!

[The fans erupt with overwhelming cheers for Leandro who walks around the body of Doomsday somewhat parading with delight. He looks down at the bloody mess of Doomsday as the ring is covered in stains of red. Leandro bends down tapping Doomsday on the cheek and grabbing him by the hand. He pulls a vulnerable Doomsday to his feet as both men show true sportsmanship shaking hands. The fans give a huge cheer at the signs of this mutual respect between both men as the scene begins to fade to a commercial break with the last image showing both Leandro and Doomsday hugging and raising one another’s arm to the frantic crowd at MWF: One Last Time.]
 

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