Showdown 8/19/06

[Hamann]

The opening video for Showdown begins to play on the TEWF-Tron, as does "Killing In The Name Of" by Rage Against the Machine on the PA System. Fire-works shoot up from the stage and then the camera scans the crowd.

After finishing it's course, the camera focuses on Tomco & Harrison at ring-side.

Harrison: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to Saturday Night Showdown! I am Harrison, alongside my broadcast partner Tomco!

Tomco: Yeah, and tonight we have some what of an action packed card! Especially when we get to see Mr. W in action!

Harrison: And then in the main eve--

Just then, the scene switches to that of the backstage area.

Harrison: It appears something's going on backstage.

Backstage Venome comes behind Stevo Vigilante with a chair and wacks him with it. He throws him onto a near by table and stacks a second one on top of it. He leans a ladder against a wall. He climbs up it and jumps! Stevo rolls off and Venome crashes threw the two tables! Stevo gets up slowly and sets up a table against the wall. He puts Venome in it and grabs a chair. He run and jumps up on the chair, then leaps to spear Venome threw the table! Their contest later tonight cannot go on because they are both out!

Tomco: Oh what the hell...Two weeks in a row with No Contests....Bah.

Harrison: Well, that was unexpected. Lets move on to the rest of the show!

[Hamann]

Patrick: The following match is schedualed for one fall, introducing first, from Toronto, Canada and weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds...Killlllllll Crrrrraaaazzyyy!!

The guitar riff of "Whole Lotta Trouble" begins to play deep in the distance. The fans begin to cheer as, Kill and then Crazy, flashes up on the screeen. Pyros explode at the entrance in a spiraling effect as KC enters the rampway and taunts from the top. The pyros stop and KC begins his walk down the ramp towards the ring, slapping the fans hands as he goes.

Patrick:aaaannnnd his opponant...from Seattle, Washington, standing five foot nine inches and weighing in at one hundred and eighty-five pounds he is Mickeyyyyyy Swaaaaaaaaaan!

While the music is low, fountain pyros barely start spouting out red sparks, and the titantron shows multiple shots of Mickey leaving the turnbuckle in slow motion. Mickey doesn't come out until the violins kick in. When he comes out the fountain pyros blast 20 feet high. Mickey bursts out of the curtain and runs to the edge of the stage pointing and shouting to the crowd. He walks down the ramp high-fiving people along the way. When he reaches the ring he dives in and bounces up as fast as he can. Mickey then runs to the turnbuckle and raises his arm, flashing his Swan symbol. He then jumps down to the middle of the ring.

*ding ding ding*

Both men circle each other before locking up and Mickey scores an early two-count after a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Crazy bails to the outside but Swan lands a nice somersault dive off the apron to the floor sending crazy down in a heap. The crowd starts rallying behind Swan but he falls to a quick shot to the gut from Crazy who powerbombs Swan against the edge of the ring apron!

Harrison:I think Kill Crazy could be living up to his name with moves like that.

Crazy charges but Swan uses his momentum against him and drops Crazy's throat over the railing to take the advantage and hangs him in the tree of woe on the guardrail before running and catching Crazy with a delayed dropkick to the face! Crazy's head bangs against the railing, causing him to flail about in pain. Swan grabs hold of Crazy and drags him to the apron before joining him there. Crazy seems to get a second wind and both men trade chops. Crazy goes for a sunset-flip powerbomb to the floor, but Swan counters with a legdrop on the apron! He rolls Crazy in, covers...ONE...TWO...NO!

Harrison:Very close fall right there partner, Crazy may be out of his league here...
Tomco:Please! Swan is the joke here, its painfully obvious to anyone with a brain.

Swan keeps up the pressure by continually covering crazy but he keeps kicking out of pin attempts and counters a bulldog with a backbreaker as he builds a comeback and uses a Northern Lariat followed by a second-rope legdrop to score a near-fall! Running Ligerbomb gets two, but Swan comes back with the tilt-a-whirl Legsweep and signals for the Swan Dive. Swan is at the top but Crazy dives at him and takes his legs out, causing him to crash to the mat. He hooks Swan up for a Cradle Piledriver, but Swan counters and rolls him up for two. Both are up now, Crazy charges with a lariat but Swan ducks under then nails a vicious chop block! Crazy legs go out from underhim and he falls to the mat. Swan, seizing the oppertunity, applies a single leg boston crab and there's actually a loud "Tap" chant...and he does!

*Ding ding ding*

Patrick:Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by submission...Mickeyyyyyyy Swaaaaaaan!

[Hamann]

Lights go out as smoke fills the arena.

Making his way to the ring weighing in at 200lbs, from Rosemeand….
The lights come on, but just enough to see as Dominator slowly lowered from the rafters to the entrance ramp.

Dominator!!!

Dominator slowly walks down the ramp Undertaker style. He climbs into the ring and the lights slowly come back on to full power to show him standing in the center of the ring looking up at the rafters.

And his opponent….

Arena lights go off, spot lights flood the entrance stage, fog fills the entrance stage, and the song starts out with a bass thump.

From Lancestor, California, weighing in at 221lbs…

The beat kicks in, arena lights are turned on dim but bright enough to see everyone, the spotlights go off as random lights start flashing from the roof to mimic camera flashes. The titan tron, at same time, pops on with a scene of a military hummer driving down a deserted road full of soliders geared up for some battle.

The General!!!

The General, with a huge American flag draped over his shoulders, comes crashing through the curtains onto a stage slowing emptying of the fog. The flag is the lifted off the shoulders of The General and rises to the roof as he is pumping up the crowd. The titantron, while staying on the hummer, flashes the words The General Ly, and then flashes A Real American Hero.

The General walks down the ramp staring randomly into the crowd with an intense look on his face. Giving nods to audience members. Once he gets to the stage he goes to a corner stands on the 2nd rope and sticks his two fists in the air with thumbs facing out.

Before Ly can get off the turnbuckle, Dominator is already on the attack. Ly falls to his feet in the corner as Dominator continues to punch him in the side. Dominator turns him around and starts laying kicks to the Generals gut. Before Gibbon’s can back Dominator off, he lays a vicious forarm across Ly’s face.

It doesn't take long before Dominator rushes in with a splash. Ly rolls out of the way as Dominator crashes into the turnbuckle. The General follows up with a clothesline of his own, but Dominator dodges it and continues his assault with thrusts to the gut.

Harrison: Dominator is just to quick for The General

Tomco: you got that right, General just can’t catch him at all

Dominator Irish whips Ly towards another turnbuckle, but the General stops himself from hitting the corner and elbows Dominator, who is charging in from behind. Ly quickly follows up with a clothesline sending Dominator to the ground. Dominator struggles to get to his feet, but is met with another clothesline. He quickly rolls out of his ring to collect his thoughts, but as Ly walks over to the edge, Dominator trips him up and rolls back into the ring.

Dominator continues his assault on The General, smashing his forarm inot his face. He then rubs his forarm across Ly's face before driving his knee into his neck.

Harrison: Dominator just wont let Ly get any shots in.

Tomco: It a good strategy, cant get hurt if his opponent can't fight back.

Dominator picks up the General and tosses him into the corner. He walks out to the center of the ring, before spearing the general, who is still in the corner. However, as Dominator jumps up to try a hurricanrana, Ly catches him. Holding onto Dominator, The General starts walking out towards the center of the ring. Dominator can’t do anything but struggle as Ly prepares for his final assault.

Harrison: Uh oh, looks like it could be over right here!

Tomco: Looks like Dominator finally got caught!

General lifts Dominator into the air from his shoulders and drives him into the ground with the FUBAR. Gibbons walks over to make the count.

1!!!! 2!!!!! 3!!!!!

Your winner… The General!!

Harrison: And that’s it. What a match that was

Tomco: Sure…if you wanted to be put to sleep….

[Hamann]

A voice from the PA booms "It's Mr. W!!!!!," followed directly with a hard snare drum shot that leads into "open your eyes" by Guano Apes.

Williams: Now making his way to the ring, weighing in at 260lbs, from Quebec Canada Mr. W!!!!!

Mr. W walks out from behind the curtain(sporting a bluish vest with yellow writing that says "Its Mr. W!" on the back) and stare out into the crowd. Mr. W looks down at his feet with an intense stare as the light are flashing blue, yellow and red. Suddenly Walter shoots up and raises his arms as -BOOOM!- the pyrotechnics shriek out from the rampway. Marching down the ramp, Mr. W continues to pump himself up, almost skipping down the rampway with sheer intensity. Upon entering the ring, steps onto the second turnbuckle and raises his arms into the air before spitting at the audience and the camera. After getting off the turnbuckle, he turns towards the entrance way and stares at the curtain, beckoning for opponent to step into the ring with him.

"Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap" hits *pause* 2nd riff, BAM! *pause until singing* BAM! again.

Williams(During the riffs): And his opponent, from San Francisco; weighing in at 304 lbs, Sumo Steve!!

Then Sumo Steve runs out and slides into the ring. He climbs up the turnbuckle and raises his arms.

Harrison: This is going to be an interesting match up. These two have been going at it all week.

Tomco: Steve is going to pay for attacking the W in his own home!

Before the bell can ring Steve charges Walter. Walter makes a quickly sidesteps and taunts Steve. He rushes Walter again and gets sidestepped again. Walter taunts Steve by pretending to be out of breathe.

Harrison: It seems like Walter is just toying with him.

Walter turns over towards Harrison in disgust. Steve takes advantage and crushes Waltre up against the turnbuckle. He throws Walter across the ring before nail him with a thunderous clothesline, sending him to the ground.

Tomco: Look, see what your disrespect did! Come on Mr. W get back up!

Harrison: Oh please.

Steve starts stomping on Walter. As he lifts him up, Walter blindsides Steve with a low blow using his foot. Walter follows immediately with punches to the back of Steve’s head. He than gets off and shows off to the booing crowd before laying more kicks to the back of the Sumo.

Steve starts to stagger to his feet as Walter continues his attack. Walter goes to punch Steve, but instead receive a back drop. Walter gets up only to be met with the Lou Thez Press. Steve stays on top to deliver a series of punches before getting up. As soon as he reaches his feet, Steve drops an elbow on Walter and goes for the pin.

1!!! 2!!!!!!!

Walter kicks out at two. Steve picks up Walter at delivers a brain buster and goes for another pin.

1!!!! 2!!!!!

Again, Walter kicks out at two. Steve slams Walter’s head against the ground and goes for the pin again.

1!!!!

This time Walter kicks out at the one count. Steve begins to get frustrated. He picks Walter up and slams him back down with a one handed Power Bomb. Again he tries for the pin,

1!!! 2!!!!!

Walter kicks out yet again and Steve begins to lose his temper.

Harrison: And another kick out from Walter. I can’t believe he is able to hold on after that display.

Tomco: What would you expect? Walter said that he could take anything Steve dishes out. Looks like Steve is getting mad.

The angry Sumo begins to trudge around the ring. Walter finally staggers to his feet, but is greeted with a vicious boot from Steve. Steve quickly follows up with another massive elbow drop and goes for the pin again.

1!!!! 2!!!!! 2.999999999

Walter kicks out, and the crowd begins to boo heavily. Steve slams on the mat and rolls out of the ring. He walks over and grabs a steel chair and slides back into the ring. Walter finally gets up and turns around. Steve swings the chair at Walter. Walter dodges the shot hitting Steve with a kidney punch, causing him to drop the chair.

Referee Henry Gibbon’s turns his attention to ridding the ring of the chair. Walter takes advantage and nails a low blow with his forearm. He then tries to pick up Steve for a Lumberjack Smack.

Harrison: Looks like we could see the end here!

Tomco: Com on man, Put the nail in the coffin!

Steve struggles around managing to break the hold. Walter swings around as Steve delivers a sharp kick to the gut. He then brings his fist to Walter’s face and signals for the Gravedigger.

Harrison: Uh, it looks like he is going for the Gravedigger!!

Tomco: No!! Mr. W try to escape! It can’t end like this.

Steve goes for the strike but Walter moves countering with a neck breaker sending both fighters to the ground. Gibbon’s begins to make a count.

1…… 2…………3…………4…….

Steve slowly struggles to his feet as the count reaches five. He looks over to see Walter still recovering. He starts to stalk his Walter who is now getting to his feet. As Walter rises to feet, Steve goes for a sleeper. However, Walter reverses it into a dream sleeper of his own. Struggling back and forth with Steve, Walter finally takes control in the middle of the ring. Walter puts his foot in between Steve’s and slams his head into the mat

Harrison: WHAT WAS THAT!!?

Tomco: I believe Mr. W calls that the Clearcutter! Looks like he has Steve right where he wants him.

Walter is still holding on to Steve as he is lying motionless on the floor. Gibbons lifts up Steves hand to check for any activity. but it falls lifelessly to the floor. Gibbons calls for the bell

Williams: And you winner Mr. W!!!!

Walter relinquishes the hold and stands quickly stands up. He looks down at Steve before walking over to the announcers table. He slaps Harrison across the face and grabs the headset.

Walter: Next time, don’t disrespect me you sunuva bitch.

Walter rips the headset off and throws it down on Harrison who is crumpled up on the floor. He then walks up to the ramp with his arms up in celebration.

Tomco: I warned you not to disrespect him…

[Hamann]

Come back from the break and we see Felix Rivera walking through the hallways of the arena with the Jr. Heavyweight Championship around his waist. He's flipping and twirling his knife as he walks but quickly hides it behind his back at the sight of two officials walking by.

Felix:*nodding*Como esta? Hows it goin? *after they walk past.*...maricons...

Felix continues his walk down the hallway, and he's just about to reach the curtains that lead to the entranceramp and ring when he's suddenly slapped in the back. Angry, he spins around only to find...Walter Loufie!

Mr.W:Hey "essay" hows it hangin?

Felix:*Lowers his guard* Oh, its you.

Mr.W:Looks like you have a match next against that big freak A-Bomb. Think you stand a chance?

Felix:What the f*ck is it to you, puto?

Mr.W:Well, I was told to watch your back ya know...And he is big...Stupid, but big.

Felix:Preocupación sobre sus el propios detrás, worry about your own ass, I'll cut this fool just like all the rest!

Mr.W:And what happens if this "puto" kicks your ass. What kind of shit do you think I'll get from you cousin?

Felix:El tamaño no importa, size dont matter, I wont get my ass kicked, so your panorama, this "Scenario" ain't important. And, personally, no cuido what issues you and scotty got to work out. Now, Hecho? We done?

Mr.W:Not exactly...I still have to "test" you to see if your ready to be a champion.... Do you think your ready to be a champion..."chico?"

Felix:*taps belt*Yo soy a champion, fool. What you got? Last time I checked, all you got is a slap to the face by a fat f*cker

Mr.W:Ya...and I just kicked that fat fuckers ass across the arena. Now, hows about I do the same thing to you next week...Only this time, I'll leave with that shiney piece of gold around your waist

Felix:*grins and slaps his hand across W's stomach*Ha-ha, Pienso that you're alittle to big for my belt papa.

Mr.W:So...your saying your a chicken shit then?

Felix:*snaps the knife off and holds it up, playfully*No...*grins*...just...giving you a way out...'sides, I'm sure Sampson wouldnt like it.*puts it away*

Mr.W:You let me deal with Sampson after I kick your ass, I just want to know if you have the "pantalones" to actually put your title on the line

Felix:*grins and shrugs*Shit, you wanna get f*cked up, I'm happy to grant you your wish.

Mr.W:Alrighty then *pats Felix on the back* Now, go...be a main eventer for a day. Just remember, next week you will be the show

Felix:I'll be the show...but you'll be my pin cushion...snip, snip, snip.

Felix makes swiping motions with his hands and laughs as he turns around and head through the curtain. The camera stays fixed on Walter, who can only sneer.

["Mr. W" Walter Loufie]

A deep funky bassline hits over the PA, suddenly a voice says:

Making his way to the ring weighing in at 200lbs from Aguadillo, Puerto Rico…

"The Masta, the Ase-Inc
Lost is the ghetto dweller trapped in a cage
There's no way out of the death trap"

The Wreckin’ Rican…. Felix…..Riverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrra!!!!!!!!!

Then, Felix Rivera emerges on the ramp, bobbing his head in tune to the music as the chorus starts:

"You can't come back [back]
no matter what you do when you fall in a death trap"

Wearing a doo-rag/bandana combo, he scowls at the paying audience, thumping his chest, ignoring their hands. Suddenly, he runs down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope and popping back up, spinning in place with his fists up.

"Survival Of The Sickest" hits the PA System and the fans roar.

And his opponent, weighing in at 310 lbs, from Milwuakee, Wi, A-BOOOOMB

The Weapon of Mass Destruction, A-Bomb, steps out onto the stage, leather coat and all. He has a cocky grin on his face. He rubs the facial hair on his face, then proceeds to make his way down the ramp.

He gets into the ring via the steel ring steps, removes his coat, and throws it into the crowd. A-Bomb strikes a pose before turning over to his opponent.

*Ding Ding Ding*

Harrison: The two champs look ready to go.

Tomco: Ya… to bad A-bomb is in this match or it might have been interesting.

Both men circle the ring staring at each other. A-Bomb goes for the lock up, but Rivera dodges and taunts him. He goes for another lock up, but again it gets dodged. Felix taunts A-bomb again, nearly losing his focus in laughter.

Harrison: Looks like Felix is using his speed to keep away from the big man.

Tomco: That’s a good idea, A-Bomb has some power but he is pretty damn slow too.

A-Bomb and Rivera finally lock up. Rivera tries to push A-Bomb back into the corner, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, A-Bomb pushes Felix out of the lock and to the mat. Felix stands up and bounces of the ropes. going for a shoulder block, but A-bomb sends him to the mat again. Shaking of the block, Rivera stares at A-Bomb who is standing in the middle of the ring.

Again, Rivera decide charge A-bomb. A-Bomb goes for a clothesline, but Rivera ducks him and plants a drop kick to the back of his knee. He quickly gets up, bounces off the ropes and drops kicks A-bomb in the face sending him completely to the mat. Quickly making his way to the corner, Rivera hops onto the top of the turnbuckle and waits for A-Bomb to get up.

A-Bomb climbs to his feet and turns around to see Rivera jump at him. However, A-Bomb catches him in his arms and steps forward. Adjusting his weight, A-bomb gets set and plants him with a fall away slam. He gets back up, as Rivera is holding his back in pain. Lifting him up onto his shoulders, A-Bomb delivers a devestating Samoan Drop, slamming Rivera onto his back before signaling to the crowd that he is heading to the top rope.

Harrison: Looks like A-Bomb is going for a high risk maneuver!

Tomco: Oh Man! if he hits this it could be over.

Felix staggers to his feet and turns around to see A-Bomb waiting for him on the top Rope. A-Bomb flies from the rope and nails the Armageddon on Rivera, immediately covering Felix as Gibbon’s starts the count.

1!!!! 2!!!!!

Felix barely kicks out at the end of two. A-bomb gets up as the crowd is in a frenzy. He waits in the corner and watches Felix rise to his feet. Rivera turns around as A-Bomb charges him with a nuclear warning. Dodging A-bombs massive boot he delivers a Yakuza kick to the back of his head.

A-bomb falls to one knee and Felix runs to the ropes. He bounces off the ropes and smashes A-Bomb’s face with a shining wizard. As A-Bomb crumples to the ground, Felix makes the cover.

1!!!!! 2!!!!!

Just before Gibbons hand hits the ground, A-Bomb lifts his shoulder off of the mat. Felix quickly rises to his feet and in one swift motion jumps to the top turnbuckle and strikes with a flying double leg stomp.

Harrison: What a fluid move! He wasn’t even on the turnbuckle for less than a second before stomping on A-bombs sternum!

Tomco: A-Bomb is done now! No one can get up from that

Felix goes for the cover, but A-Bomb kicks out after a two count. Driving his knee into A-Bomb’s side, Felix applies an STF. He rears back on A-Bomb’s neck and yells at him to quit the match. A-Bomb tries to power his way out of the STF, but to no avail. His only option is to crawl to the ropes. As A-Bomb starts pulling his way towards the bottom rope, Felix tries to reaches out to grab his arm. Inches before reaching that bottom rope, Felix successfully grabs him, but A-Bomb powers out of his grip and grabs the bottom rope. Rivera holds onto the STF as long as he can until he is forced to break the hold.

Felix drives his knee into the back of A-Bomb’s neck and uses the rope to add pressure. After a few shots to the back of A-Bomb’s neck, Gibbons finally breaks them apart. Following a short argument with Gibbons, Felix pushes him out of the way and goes back on the attack. He bounces of the ropes and charges towards A-bomb, but A-bomb counters with a massive big boot sending Felix to the mat. Felix uses the ropes to get to his feet as A-bomb rushes at him with a clothesline, but Rivera drops the top ropes and sends him crashing to the floor besides the announcers table.

Harrison: A-Bomb is on the outside now, what is Rivera going to do?

Felix hops onto the top rope and leaps out of the ring with a Bacardi Splash. A-Bomb dives out of the way as Felix goes crashing through the announcers table.

Holy Shit!!! Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!!

Harrison: Our Table is gone, and so might Rivera’s chances at winning this match!

Tomco: What a move!! To bad he bailed big time.

A-Bomb slowly rolls back into the ring and Gibbon’s starts the count.

1!!!! 2!!!! 3!!!!

Rivera starts to shows signs of movement. Rolling off of the splintered table, he begins to slowly climb to his feet.

6!!!! 7!!!! 8!!!! 9!!!!!

Felix barely manages to pull himself into the ring just before the 10 count. A-Bomb can’t believe it as he sees Rivera struggle to get to his feet. Before Felix can completely collect himself, A-Bomb charges him a Nuclear Warning and goes for the pin.

1!!!! 2!!!!!

Rivera barely gets his shoulder up before Gibbon’s hand hits the mat. A-bomb, still in disbelief picks him up and nails him with the Black out. Taking no chances he calls to “Drop DA Bomb!” He picks up Rivera sets him up for the massive powerbomb. Suddenly, Walter appears from within the crowd. Hopping the barrier, he grabs the Born 2 Bleed title.

A-Bomb throws Rivera aside and walks towards the edge of the ring. Walter and A-bomb begin argueing back and forth until Felix charges from behind. As both fighters bounce off the ropes, Felix rolls up A-Bomb and grabs a handful of tights. Gibbons, goes for the count not seeing the blatent cheating as Walter runs up the ramp way.

1!!!!! 2!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Winner of the match up Felix Rivera!!!

A-Bomb quickly gets up and runs down the ramp way, chasing after Walter who has already gone behind the curtain. As A-Bomb walks through the curtain, he gets blasted by Walter with the belt. Walter stands over the fallen A-Bomb while holding the title belt in his hand.

Harrison: Oh man what a main event that was! What’s gonna happen next week once A-Bomb finally comes to his senses!

Tomco: I don’t know, but he better not get in Walter’s face!

Harrison: We will find out next time. Everyone, thanks for watching, good night!

The Camera fades out with Walter still towering over A-Bomb with the belt in tow.