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Post by "Mr. W" Walter Loufie on Sept 11, 2006 3:29:53 GMT -5
Screen opens up to a dramatic orchestral chorus. Clips from Over the Edge begin to run, showing highlights from all the matches of the show. After a few moments the clips cut out and the screen goes dark, before running the TEWF logo. "Killing in the Name Of" by Rage Against the Machine starts up over the loudspeaker as the Showdown intro starts to roll. Pyrotechnics begin to go off on the stage, while the camera starts scrolling across the crowd.
Harrison: Welcome everyone to another edition of Showdown! I’m Gerret Harrison along side my broadcast partner Denice Tomco, and do we have a show for everyone tonight.
Tomco: That’s right; we have a great evening in store tonight, including the celebration ceremony for my man Mr. W!
Harrison: Don’t forget the Junior Heavyweight title match tonight. General has to go through Rivera to earn that title, and Swan gets to choose the match type.
Mickey Swans music starts over the loud speakers as Swan walks down the ramp.
Harrison: looks like we are going to find out right now what type of match its going to be!
Swan slides in the ring and asks for a microphone. The crowds began chanting
Swan: Oh my god what the fuck Bar-B-Que! Did everyone see that Bull Shit that happened last week at Over the Edge!? I had the n00b Felix Rivera down for the three count with my leet skillz. The moderator made the count and raised my hand. You all saw it. From monitor to monitor, you all saw me school that Wreckin Rican!
Harrison: The General did count the three.
Tomco: ya, but don’t forget that the other referee was there too, and he counted out Swan.
Swan: Yet, somehow, I still got banned. Somehow, that nubcake managed to hack his way out and keep his title. What is even worse is the main moderator, the General decided to call it a draw, instead of making me the champion. To bad for him, he got pwned by me last week! Now, I’m the moderator and I can choose the firewall for his title opportunity; and that pop up blocker is a thirty minute Iron Man Match! So you better be ready, cause your about to be DISCONNECTED!
Swans music hits over the PA as he exits the ring and heads back up the ramp to prepare for his match.
Harrison: Wow!! Things have just been turned up a notch now.
Tomco: That is going to be an insane match tonight!
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Post by "Mr. W" Walter Loufie on Sept 11, 2006 3:34:42 GMT -5
Double Debut Match:
T-Thrilla v C-Money
Waiting to be recieved. Winner was T-Thrilla in a hard fought match.
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Post by "Mr. W" Walter Loufie on Sept 11, 2006 3:38:02 GMT -5
Patrick:The following match is a HARDCORE MATCH!! Introducing first...
Lights go out as smoke fills the arena. The lights come on, but just enough to see as I am slowly lowered from the rafters to the entrance ramp. I slowly walk down the ramp Undertaker style. I climb into the ring and the lights slowly come back on to full power to show me standing in the center of the ring looking up at the rafters.
Patrick:...from Rosemead, weighing 200 pounds, he is...THE DOMINATOR!!
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, holding a chair in his hand, 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, Dominator decides to hang outside.
Patrick:From Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 185 pounds...Mickey Swaaaaaaaan!
Swan springboards off a chair and sails over the top rope, crashing onto Dominator. They brawl around ringside and Swan sets up a table, but Dominator stops him and throws himinside the ring. He pounds Swan's face repeatedly, nearly breaking his nose until Swan catches him and brings him down with a standing huracanrana! Dominator chairshots Swan and wedges the chair in the turnbuckles, but he ends up eating it when Swan avoids a charge and hits a springboard leg lariat! Triple-jump moonsault by Swan!!
Harrison: Cover, one! Two! No!
Tomco: Swan continues to impress me, he's the most consitant performer not wearing a championship!
Swan rolls to the floor, ordering the cameraman to "get outta my fuckin' way, NOOB!" as he repositions the table, and lays Dominator on it before slingshotting out with a somersault legdrop on Dominator through the table!
Harrison:Wow! You may be right, partner!
Tomco:May? May?? There is no "may", chief! I live and speak in absolutes!
Swan retrieves the thumbtacks from under the ring and spreads them on the mat while Dominator suddenly surprises him with a chair wrapped in barbed wire! Swan ducks under a swing and tries to fight back, but Dominator clubs him with a stiff shot to the nose and spinebusters him on the thumbtacks! Swan kicks out of the pin and Dominator goes for a splash off the middle turnbuckle, but Swan moves and the Dominaor lands on the tacks!! Swan climbs to the top, signals to the crowd and...SWAN DIVE!
Tomco:GAME OVER!
Harrison:One! Two! Three! Swan win's again!
*ding ding ding*
Patrick:Here is your winner...Mickeyyyyy Swaaaaaaan!
The ref holds up Swans hand as he points to the crowd and motions around his waist, mimicking a title belt.
Harrison:Swan wants the Junior Heavyweight Championship, and it may be only a matter of time!
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Post by "Mr. W" Walter Loufie on Sept 11, 2006 3:42:07 GMT -5
Gerrett Harrison: Alright ladies and gentlemen welcome back. Our next match is fixing to head under way, and its going to be a brawl of a match between these two men…
Patrick: On his way to the ring, first, from San Francisco California; weighing in at 304 lbs..
("Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap" hits and after a brief pause pyros go off. Finally the lyrics kick in…)
Patrick: Suuuuumo Steeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeve!!
(Sumo Steve makes his way to the ring quick paced, obviously in a pissed off mood. He rolls in and goes straight to a turn buckle. He climbs it and raises his hands in the air to a mixed reaction from the fans.)
Patrick: And his opponent…
(At first the lights start to flicker throughout the arena and the announcers mics cut. Static appears on the titan-tron and through the static it reads very faintly "V..........For.......... Vigilante..........ARE..........YOU..........READY?" Then everything goes normal again. Then after a few seconds you hear a zippo light as "Our Revolution" hits the Pa. Red search lights go around the arena and many red pyros explode on the stage and after a few seconds Vigilante appears in the thick smoke that is left behind.)
Patrick: Weighing in at 278 lbs; from Chicago Illinois…. Stevooo Viiiiiiiiiiiigiiiilanteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
(Steveo Vigilante makes his way down the ring slapping some of the fans hands on the way down. He pauses at the ring apron and points to Sumo Steve with a cocky grin, and then slides in the ring. Before he can taunt or work the crowd though Sumo Steve goes after him.)
Denice Tomco: So, Which Stevey Wonder are you going for here?
Gerrett Harrison: Do you always have to make some pun out of the competitors names, Tomco?
(Sumo Steve bull rushes Vigilante and attempts to start things off with a close line. Vigilante, however has other things planed, and quickly rolls out of the ring. Sumo makes his way over the top rope to get out and give chase. But as soon as he hits the floor, Vigilante has now rolled back in, much to the fans amuesment.)
Gerrett Harrison: Is this going to be a wild goose chase already?
Denice Tomco: Its like watching a fat guy chase a doughnut…
( Sumo rolls back in the ring and Vigilante starts laying in some kicks on his opponent. Sumo fights through them and manages to get to his feet. Vigilante backs up to resize his opponent, happy that he got the first hit. Sumo is now back to his feet, and without a seconds haste he gets Vigilante in a headlock, but Vigilante was prepared and easily wiggles out. He tries to grab Sumo from behind but cant lock his arms around Sumos body, so instead he gives Sumo a chop to the back of the knees, and Sumo falls to his own knees. Vigilante runs off the ropes and upon his return; dropkicks Sumo in the back causing him to take a hard face bump and roll out of the ring once again.)
Denice Tomco: Brutal Shot there by Stevo Vigilante. I’m defiantly rooting for Stevey-boy
Gerrett Harrison: Vigilante? Never under-estimate the size of the powerfull Sumo
Denice Tomco: actually I figure “Stevey-Boy” has got be covered no matter who wins.
(Sumo Steve gets up to his feet, when the first thing he sees is Vigilante running towards the ropes. Sumo prepares to take a plancha of some sort… but it never comes. When Sumo looks back up he sees Vigilante stopped just short of the ropes and is laughing at Sumo – and encouraging the fans to do so as well.)
Gerrett Harrison: Ha ha, Vigilante obviously has he crowds approval.
Denice Tomco: That’s cause this crowd is full of inbred morons. This isnt the least bit funny – infact it’s a waste of television time.
Gerret: Harrison: Its better than your stupid “steve-this, Steve-that” jokes!.
(Sumo is obviously showing signs of pure anger and humiliation at this point. He slides back in to receive more chops from Stevo Vigilante. The stomps are quickly fallowed by axe handle blows to Sumo’s back as he begins rising again. Yet he is met with a stiff kick to the gut and a brutal DDT by Vigilante.)
Denice Tomco: Hey! Vigilante was using closed fists! That cheating son of a…
Gerrett Harrison: The bigger they come, the harder they fall.
(Vigilante stands over Sumo taunting to the crowd. He goes down for the pin but the ref points out that Sumo’s feet are under the ropes, therefore causing a rope-break. Vigilante gets back up, disgruntalled and grabs Sumo’s arms. He tries to drag Sumo toward the center of the ring, and after much strenuous effort, he barely gets his feet from out under the ropes. Instead of going for the pin again, Vigilante gives the fans the signal for the “Flying V”, much to their enjoyment. He heads up to the top of a corner turn buckle, making sure he has his balance. But when he looks back at where his victim was lying, Sumo Steve is now standing right infront of him grining.)
Gerret Harrison: Wha…. I think Sumo was playing possum there!
Denice Tomco: Damn skippy, the bigger they are, the more it takes to keep them down. This match is in for a change of pace…
(Sumo grabs the ropes and shakes them, knocking Vigilante to rear, racking himself on the top corner turn buckle. Sumo goes to the apron, and climbs to the second rope.)
Gerret Harrison: Jeez, that’s a lot of weight on that turnbuckle. Whats going to happen here?
(Sumo slaps Vigilante in the back of the head, then picks him up over his shoulders; into a samoan drop position. Sumo balances himself on the second rope and then simply…. Falls backwards off the ring apron to the floor below.)
Gerret Harrison: My god! All of Sumo’s weight just ame crashing down ontop of Vigilante on the floor from the second rope!
Denice Tomco: did I say not worth Tv time? I meant… Brutal
(Both men lye on the floo for a moment before Sumo makes his way back up. He picks up the still grounded Vigilante who was clutching his ribs and rolls him in the ring. Sumo rolls himself in the ring and makes his way up. He picks Vigilante up to his feet and irish whips him into the ropes. Vigilante comes back though, and hits Sumo smack in the middle of his chest with a loud “popping” clothes line. Sumo dosent even move.)
Denice Tomco: Its like hitting a brick wall, you idiot!
(Sumo stands there, super pissed off. Smit flys from his mouth as he snarls in fury. He delivers a horendous kick to Vigilantes gut – almost knocking Vigilante off his feet. He then throws one of Vigilante’s arms over his head and prepares a pump handle. He lifts Stevo Vigilante all the way over his head in the pump-handle lok and brings him back down gut first over Sumo’s knee. Vigilante bounces off his knee and rolls around on the mat grabbing his ribs in pain. Sumo whips himself into the ropes and delivers an enourmous splash to the belly of Vigilante, that shakes the ring posts.)
Gerret Harrison: I believe Vigilante pushed someone off their little boat. And is now aying the consequences.
Denice Tomco: Shut up! Did you just feel that seismic wave of a splash!? Vigilante probobly has enternal bleeding!
(Sumo picks Vigilante back to his feet, not stopping to give Vigilante any time to recooperate. He spins around him and hits a belly to back suplex, folding Vigilante up like a human acordian, feet over head. Sumo quicklygets back up and rolls Vigilante back flat. He picks him up a bit so that Vigilante his sitting up. He then locks in a sleep hold.)
Denice Tomco: he’s going to make him tap!
Gerret Harrison: I don’t think so… I think this is….
(Instead of keeping the sleeper while Vigilante is seated, he lifts him up to his feet, sleeper stilllockerd in, spins around and delivers an enormous…)
Gerret Harrison: Sleeper Suplex! My lord! No one is getting up from that.
(Vigilante hits the ground and is out cold, no rebound, no writhing in pain, motionless. Sumo stands back up slowly and walks over to Vigilante. He rolls him over tohis back and sits down on his chest as the ref counts 1….. 2……. 3)
Patrik: And your winner, Summmmmmoooooooooo Steeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeve
Denice Tomco: I knew Steve would win. Said it since the beginning
Gerret Harrison: It seemed like Vigilante was getting under the skin of Sumo Steve, which in the end, only proved to come back and haunt him!
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Post by "Mr. W" Walter Loufie on Sept 11, 2006 3:45:52 GMT -5
"In Regards To Myself" by Underoath starts playing over the PA. Soon after, two fireworks making a red X erupt from the stage; near the big screen, small "sparkler" fireworks go off it the shape of a maple leaf.
Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 243lbs, from Windsor, Ontario, Canada. Jason Storm!!
Jason comes out and walks to the ring. He rolls in and then taunts the crowd standing on the second rope of two of the turnbuckles
And his opponent…
"Jumpda____up" by Soulfly hits the audio speakers as the lights dim completly slowly to pitch black. All that is left are the lights above the ring, in dark shades of green pointed at the oppening of the entrance.
Weighing in at 380 lbs, from Austin, Texas. Venome!
Venome slowly appears from the floor of the entrance ramp from a ring of fire, and begins his walk down to the ring. The fans a re jumping throughout the arena creating a hug rumble to the theme song and popping big for the giant superstar. As he walks down the ramp, green pyros blast off on either side of him. He gets to the ring, steps over the top ropes and waits...
*Ding Ding Ding*
Both men begin circle the ring; staring into teach others eyes, ready to pounce at a moments notice. Storm and Venome lock up, neither giving in as they battle for an advantage. Eventually, they break the hold, and start circling the ring again. Again they lock up, but Storm quickly takes advantage with a waist lock. He tries to lift up Venome, but he doesn’t budge. Venome lays an elbow across the face of Storm and wraps around into a waist lock of his own. Storm feels his feet leave the ground, as Venome tries to nail a German Suplex, but instead he backflips through the drop and lands on his feet.
Harrison: Now look at that athleticism!
Tomco: Finally something we can agree on. Too bad it won’t be enough to keep this match interesting.
Venome and Storm go in for another lock up. Storm drop kicks Venome on the legs, sending him to one knee. He then starts laying punches across Venomes face before delivering another dropkick, sending him to the mat. Immediately, Storm follows up with a grapevine leglock.
Storm continues to wrench on the leg, while Venome cries out in pain; Gibbon’s checks to see if Venome is going to give up, but instead gets shrugged off by the big man. Jason Storm switches into the Canadian crab, but Venome powers his way out. Venome gets to his feet, only to be leveled with a running clothesline from Storm.
Harrison: It looks like Storm has this match in control.
Tomco: He definitely has the right mentality, trying to keep the big man grounded.
Storm tries to go for an ankle lock, but Venome powers out and slowly gets back to his feet. Venome looks up and hits a big boot on Storm, who was attempting another running clothesline. Venome starts to drive his boot into the head of Storm, before picking him up for a scoop slam. After nailing the scoop slam, Venome bounces off the ropes and goes for a massive elbow drop. Storms rolls out of the way, barely avoiding the big mans elbow.
Storm tries to rush him with another dropkick, but Venome dodged the attack and hit a big elbow drop to his back. He picks up and sets him up for a power bomb. Venome lifts Storm up, but Storm rolls over the top and hits a sunset flip for the pin
1! 2!!
Venome kicks out at two. Storm bounces off the ropes, but Venome turns around and picks him up for a devastating Texas Tower Bomb! Storms head slams against the mat, as he struggles to stay conscious.
Harrison: Oh my god, what a devastating Texas Tower Bomb! That could be it.
Tomco: That looks like it could lay out anybody!
Gibbons walks over to check on Storm, who is struggling to get up. Venome is in shock to see Storm rise to his feet after having his head caved in by the devastating slam. He shoves Gibbons out of the way and sets up for the poison shot. Venome lifts him up and holds him in the air for a few seconds before driving his head back into the mat. He looks over and starts yelling at Gibbon’s to check Storm.
Gibbons checks to see if Storm is still conscious. He raises his hand and lets it go, right before it hits the ground Storm holds on. Venome rolls his eyes back and plants a massive leg drop over the head and shoulders of Storm. He then grabs his Storms legs to hold the cover.
1!!! 2!!!! 3!!!!
And your winner…. Venome!
Harrison: What a match that was. He may have won with a leg drop, but it was definitely the poison shot that pur Storm away.
Tomco: That right. I still can’t believe Storm wasn’t knocked out from that!
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Post by "Mr. W" Walter Loufie on Sept 11, 2006 4:03:05 GMT -5
The Following contest is an Iron Man match for the TEWF Junior Heavyweight championship.
A deep funky bassline hits over the PA, suddenly a voice says:
"The Masta, the Ase-Inc
Lost is the ghetto dweller trapped in a cage
There's no way out of the death trap"
Harrison: This is a bit unusual the Champion is making his way out first?
Tomco: Hey, he is the champion he can do what he wants!
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"
Making his way to the ring weighing in at 200lbs, from Aguilla, Puerto Rico… Felix Rivera!!
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.
And the challenger…
Arena lights go off, spot lights flood the entrance stage, fog fills the entrance stage, and the song starts out with a bass thump.
Weighing in at 221 lbs, from Lancaster, Californina….
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 to the roof as The General is pumping up the crowd. The titan tron 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 fist in the air with thumbs facing out.
He gets down and stands in the ring staring at Rivera, daring him to come and do battle. Rivera backs off as if he wants no part of the General. Right as the ref rings the bell; Felix sneaks up on the General and hits a school boy next to the ropes. Gibbons, whom is out of position, starts the count!
1!!! 2!!!! 3!!!!
29:54 Rivera-1 General-0
Harrison: Wait what just happened there?
Tomco: Looks like Felix just took the lead already in this match up
Rivera starts jumping up and down in celebration. Gibbons tries to tell him that the match isn’t over yet, but he wont listen to the ref. Felix turns around, as the General grabs him by the neck, lifts him up to his shoulder and slams him down with the FUBAR. General makes the cover.
1! 2!!! 3!!!
28:22 Felix-1 General-1
Harrison: and just like that, this match is all square!
Tomco: I can’t believe that just happened…..
Felix gets up and shakes the shot off and starts complaining to the Gibbons. Gibbons continues to argue back, explaining the rules of an Iron Man Match. General walks up behind him and tries to hit another FUBAR. This time, however, the wily Puerto Rican catches the General off Guard with a drop kick. He then charges at him and hits a running lariat. General just shrugs it off and hits a big boot of his own. Rivera rolls out of the ring to collect himself.
Felix circles the ring, but General grabs him by the hair and tries to pull him back in. Unfortunately for Ly, Felix, catches him with a guillotine across the top rope. The General holds his balance, but steps back to recover. He looks up just in time to see Rivera come flying in with a spring board dropkick, leveling him in the process. River quickly rolls the General over for the pin.
One!!! Two!!
General kicks out, but Felix is quickly on the attack, driving his knee into Ly’s side. He turns him over and applies an STF to the General, cutting off the circulation in hopes of getting him to either pass out or give in. Gibbons drops to his knees to keep an eye on the General, whom is screaming in pain. With every scream, Felix wrenches the move even more, applying more pressure, and causing even more pain. The ref asks, Ly if he wants to give up, but the General shouts at the top of his lungs that he isn’t about to. Finally, Felix lets go of the hold and drives his knee into the side of the General.
24:15
Harrison: Man this match is intense,
Tomco: Ya, I’m surprised the General was able to hold out from that STF.
Felix picks the General up off his feet and tosses him into the corner. The crowd starts to boo Felix heavily, while he taunts them while scraping his foot across Ly’s face. He eventually runs and bounces off the ropes, ramming his foot into the face of the General. Ly pulls himself up in the corner, while Felix chops him across the chest. Again, Rivera runs off of the ropes and charges the General. This time though, General ducks Rivera, and sends him over the top rope; but Felix lands on the apron, turns around a delivers a devastating Yakuza kick that sends Ly falling to the ground. Rivera jumps up to the top rope and lets himself fly, nailing the Bacardi Splash and going for the cover.
One!! Two!!! Thre—
The General kicks out at the very last second, and Felix can believe it! He gets back up and argues with the Gibbon’s before again heading up to the top rope. This time, the General catches him at the top rope, and pushes him of the turnbuckle and onto the announcers table outside of the ring, which surprisingly does not break. Ly, gets onto the top turnbuckle, and jumps at Felix, delivering W-T-F mate through the table! Both men are laid out on the outside, as the fans start chanting.
Harrison: Holy Shit! Our announce table is now gone! What a match this has been!
Tomco: No kidding! Both men seem to be absolutely devastated by the destruction from that move! Let’s see if either of them can even stand up after that!
The crowd begins to count out both men out of the ring along with Gibbon’s. The two competitors lay motionless on the rubble that was once the announcers table.
ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!
Ly starts to roll off the wreckage, with Rivera soon following him. Both men can’t help but crawl towards the ring.
SIX!!! SEVEN!!! EIGHT!!!
General and Felix both pull themselves up by the apron, but neither man can muster enough energy to climb back into the ring before the ten count.
NINE!!!! TEN!!!!
11:34 Rivera-2 General-2
The clock continues to count down as both men finally get into the ring and struggle to their feet. They begin to exchange blows in the middle of the ring before General looks to get the advantage. Felix goes for a haymaker, but General ducks and applies a bear hug to the champion. Everything begins to fade as Rivera looks to be passing out to the pressure caused by the bear hug, Gibbon’s lifts up Rivera’s hand and begins the count.
One!!! Two!!!! Thre—
Rivera gathers all his strength and comes back to life. He starts striking the General across the head until he breaks the hold. Felix bounce off the rope and nails him with a running lariat. Ly gets back up, only to be met with a spinning wheel kick from Rivera. The Puerto Rican Wrecking Machine kicks up to his feet, revealing his newly acquired second wind!
General gets to his feet and is met with a T-Bone Suplex by Rivera. Rivera gets up and applies the Pot Leaf! Like before, the General won’t give in. His will, too strong to keep him from tapping, gives him the strength to pull himself towards the ropes. He manages to reach the ropes, forcing Rivera to relinquish the hold. Felix looks up at the clock to the timer nearing the two minute mark.
2:05
Harrison: Uh oh, looks like Felix has realized how much time is left!
Tomco: Let’s just hope he doesn’t crack under the pressure!
Felix puts a few kicks to the side of the General, before picking him up. He sets him up for a suplex. Rivera lifts him up and plants him with the Island-Plex, before going for the cover.
One!!! Two!!!! Thr—
General just barely kicks out, while Felix begins to get frustrated! He picks his up and rolls him up with a school boy, using the second rope as leverage.
One!!! Two!!!!
Before Gibbons counts the three, he catches Rivera’s legs and stops the count. Rivera begins to argue with the ref, when General rolls him up for a school boy himself!
ONE!!! TWO!!
Felix just kicks out of, but the General continues to go after him. He picks Felix up and Irish whips him into the ropes. General prepares to throw him over with a back body drop, but Rivera telegraphs hit, instead nailing the Pistol Grip Pump right in the middle of the ring!
ONE!!! TWO!!!
*Ding Ding Ding*
Felix lets go of the General and begins raising his hand in victory. Gibbon’s walks over to Patrick Williams.
After the end of the time limit, it is determined that this match is a DRAW!!!
Felix starts to rush over to Gibbons, but is interrupted by Williams.
However, the title can not change hands in a draw so your winner and Still Champion… Felix Rivera!!!
Harrison: Wait.. What just happened!?
Tomco: You can’t tell? Felix just retained the title!
The crowd starts booing, about the decision, while Felix is delighted to hear the news. Suddenly, “My Way” by Limp Biscuit blares over the PA and Sampson walks out to the stage.
Sampson: Hold on here!! This can’t happen! No… This won’t happen! There will not be a damned draw over this title AGAIN! What does that mean? It means you two are heading into SUDDEN DEATH! The person who gets a decision WINS THE TITLE, regardless of how it happens. Start this match back up!
Harrison: Oh man! Looks like the match isn’t over yet!
*Ding Ding Ding*
Felix immediately begins to argue with the ref again, before attacking the General who is still struggle to get to his feet. He starts to whip General across the ring, but Ly reverses and spears him upon his return trip. Suddenly Swan starts running down the ring. Gibbons turns over and stops Swan from entering the ring. General goes to clothesline Felix, but instead hits Swan whom is standing on the ring apron! General turns around to be met with a shining wizard from Rivera.
Felix looks over to see Gibbons checking on Swan, he pulls out the knife and begins to stalk Ly. Ly gets to his feet and struggles to gain his balance. He turns around to see Felix charging at him with the knife! Rivera takes a stab, but General counters into a small package, the knife flying out of Felix’s hands and out of the ring! Gibbons turns around in time to start a count.
ONE!!! TWO!!!! THREE!!!!
*Ding Ding Ding
Your winner….and NEW Junior Heavyweight Champion! General Ly!!!
Harrison: Unbelievable!! We have a new Champion!
Tomco: Unbelievable is right. That man should’ve been dead fifteen minutes ago!
Felix looks up in amazement. He slides over to the ring apron and grabs his knife from the ground. General is standing there celebrating his title victory. Swan has recovered and grabs a chair. Ly, turns and manages to dodge the chair strike, but Rivera, whom was attacking from behind with knife, isn’t so lucky, as he crumbles to the steel upside his head.
Swan looks down at Rivera, and then back up and General. He mutters some words towards Ly, before dropping the chair and rolling out of the ring. Walking up the ramp, Swan turns around and moves his hands across his waist, signaling that the belt should be his.
Harrison: It looks, like this division has just taken a new curve. Whats going to happen next!
Tomco: I don’t know, but from the looks of it, Swan wants the title he thinks he “earned” last week.
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Post by "Mr. W" Walter Loufie on Sept 11, 2006 4:45:33 GMT -5
Harrison: Honestly.... I really don't know what else we can expect tonight. So much has happened... Bodies torn to shreds.
Tomco: Well, don't worry cause now its time for...
It's MR.... W!!!!! blares over the PA. Walter walks out to the ring as "Open your eyes" by Guano Apes plays across the arena. Walter slides into the ring and grabs a microphone.
Walter: Well, it looks like you all saw it! That's right, last week at Over the Edge A-Bomb not only lost his title to yours truly.. but he was also injured in the process! That means I will no longer have to worry about that bag of bullshit for a while! Now, lets get on with this celebration ceremony!
Sampsons music hits over the loudspeaker. He walks out from behind the curtain with the Born 2 Bleed title in his possession. The crowd boos heavily as he steps into the ring and grabs a microphone.
Sampson: You fans can say whatever you want! The fact is your coming to MY SHOW, paying for MY EVENTS, and buying MY MERCHANDISE!! That's right even that pressure A-Bomb shirt you kiddies buy comes from ME! Now.... I am only out here for one thing and one thing only. To officially crown the new Born 2 Bleed Champion. So now without furhter or do, I present to you Mr. Loufie...this, the born 2 bleed title!
The crowd boos as Sampson hands Walter his newly won championship.
Walter: Aahh, now thats what i call gold! And whats ever better, now i have absolutely no competition! I mean with A-bomb out of the picture who is going to try their hand at this title? No one thats who!
Suddenly, AC/DC blares over the PA, and Sumo Steve walks out from the back, he rolls into the ring and stares right into Walter eyes. He rips the microphone from Walter's hands.
Steve: Did I just hear your right? Did you just say that you just say that there aren't anymore challengers? Well, who do you think is standing right in front of you!?
I can wrestle circles around you! And if I wanted to, I could take that title from you with the snap of my fingers!
Sampson: Whoa! Whoa!.... There I don't think that thats a wise idea. I mean, we would need to classify as a number one contender, and unfortunately you havent really proven to be that type of material, nor do you have a qualified challenger for that position.
??: What are you talking about? There is more than one person who is deserving of a title shot here!
Venome comes walking out from the curtain. He stops at the stage and stares at the ring.
Venome: You see, all you clowns can't take on my 10 years of experience. Walter's come close, but even he succumbed to the poison shot! From the way I see it, it really should be my title opprotunity!
Sampson: Well...uh....
Walter takes the microphone from Sampsons hands.
Walter: I don't know who you two clowns thing you are crashing my celebration like this! But as far as im concerned neither of you two are qualified to have a go at my title! Come back next time when it more beneficial.
Venome: You know I thought you'd say something like that. Luckily for me, I have a way to get my opprotunity. Luckily for me, when I signed my contract, it came with a guerunteed title shot! Thats what ten years of work gets you.
Sampson takes the microphone out of the hands of Walter.
Sampson: alright alright, we will talk about this at a later time then! So we now have two "supposed" challengers for the title.
Suddenly, Sumo Steve strikes Walter from behind. He quickly turns him around and plants him with the GRAVEDIGGER! Sampson rushes out of the rignt as Steve is screaming "its my turn!" Venome stares into Steves eyes as the cmaera fades out of the show.
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