ICWF Intercontinental Champion Arlechino defends against Victoria in the main event.
<Jessie, Lisa, Bob, and Chad stand at ringside, with an excited crowd waving and screaming all around. Colored lights flash over the arena as the latest show begins.>
Jessie: Good evening, everybody! Live from our beautiful studios here in Richter City, Florida, we bring you the ICWF Saturday Showdown! With me tonight are my esteemed colleagues, "Luscious" Lisa Madison, Chad "Romeo" Romero, and Bob Brodsky! We've got some big developments on tap for you tonight, right, Bob?
Bob: That's right, Jess. Tonight we've got a full slate of fantastic matches, including title defenses by Arlechino, the Body Girls, and our new Intercontinental Champs, WILDSIDE!!!!
(The fans pop bigtime at the name.)
Chad: Yeah, Brodsky, but they're defendin' the belts in a rematch with FURY, dig? They might as well just give 'em right back.
Bob: We'll see about that.
Lisa: And if that weren't all, we have the privilege of welcoming none other than the owner and president of the ICWF himself, Mr. Mike Shoemaker, to tonight's program! Let's bring him out now!
(From off-panel, a man in a tailored, double-breasted blue suit enters into view. He smiles and shakes hands with Chad, then with Bob (who shakes just a LITTLE too enthusiastically). He gives Jessie and Lisa a gentle squeeze of their fingers.)
Lisa: It's a pleasure to have you on the show, sir.
Mike: Well, it's a pleasure to be here. I've heard a lot of good things out of the IWCF here, and thought I'd pay a visit.
Bob: Uh, sir, it's the I-SEE-WF.
Mike: I knew that. Anyway, I just figured with the season over for the Miami Mercs that I'd take some time to visit, and express my support for all that you guys are doing.
Jessie: Well, sir, it's a pleasure to have you here. You'll be joining us for color commentary later in the show, and we're looking forward to you getting down in the trenches with us.
Mike: Me, too--(A cellphone starts ringing; he digs into his pocket, flips it out, and starts talking.) Sorry guys, I'll be right back....
Bob: (Smiling and nodding.) A busy exec's work is never done.
Chad: You suck-up.
Bob: Why, you, I oughtta--
Jessie: Okay, guys settle down. Let's go to Mike Duffer in the ring for the introductions on our first match!
Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen. This next match is a nontitle match. It is one fall with a 20 minute time limit. Entering the ring, accompanied by his valet, Lady Venus, from London, England, at 253 lbs., Lord Anthony Davis. (some boos and cheers, crowd not sure of this guy; he wears long purple velvet robe which he removes to reveal purple trunks with the royal emblem on the rear, silver boots and an elbow brace.
(Mariachi music plays amidst a chorus of boos and jeers) Now entering, accompanied by Elena Quartermain, from Toledo, Spain, at 190 lbs., The US Champion, Spanish Rose. (She yells at the crowd while taking off her jacket. She wears a black leotard with matching boots and kneepads; the leotard and boots have matching roses.) The referee is Donna Quinn.
Rose: Hey Quinn. Stay away from me tonight! You better not get in my way, I destroy you!
Chad: About time someone said something about that Quinn.
Jessie: Here's the bell. They lock up and Anthony pushes her into the ropes. He goes to break, but he lashes out with that huge arm across her chest. Another and he puts on a front headlock. He's choking her and WOW! A huge smash across Roses' back. She's down and Anthony kicks her, then stomps on her hands. This guy is here to wrestle. Donna pushes him away and Rose stands. But her rushes in and has her against the ropes, choking her. Donna tries to separate them, but Rose has his trunks and pulls them both tumble over the rope and fall to the floor. This doesn't look good for either of them. Rose is up and kicks Anthony in the head. She pulls him up and lifts him, smashing his back into the edge of the apron, then drops him.
Lisa: Anthony is well known in Japan and South America. He has a lot of ability, although we're not seeing it now....
Chad: She's climbing back in, no, she kneedrops him from the top rope. That'll start the count over. Anthony is rolling in pain from that kneedrop. She's got him up again.
Jessie: Another bodyslam into the apron and she throws him into the ring.
Chad: Get a hold of the Undertaker; we're gonna need him soon.
Jessie: Rose slowly pulls him up by the hair and throws him into a corner. God! He flew off the turnbuckle after smashing into She grabs him again and another throw into the corner just above us. She follows up with a forearm to his head as he hits. That snapped his head back and he fell to the mat.
Rose: Hey Chad, watch this, just for you.
Jessie: She has him up for a bodyslam and throws him into the turnbuckle. Rose is just destroying that back. She pulls him up and lifts him with a chokehold. Donna counts and Rose releases at 4. What strength! She kicks him, then yanks him up like a ragdoll and throws him against the ropes. A big chop across the throat sends him down. She's yelling at him.
Rose: Hey you, stupido! I can keel you if I want. You nothing to me. You are finito.
Jessie: I guess she had to remind him he was losing. She pulls him up and throws him over her shoulder with a belly-to-back suplex. There's nothing left in him. She pulls him up again and another suplex sends him crashing onto his head and neck. Rose is just playing now. Rose puts on a front headlock, choking him. But she nails him with a vicious kneelift to his head sending him sprawling across the mat. Another front headlock and a kneelift to his face, sending him nearly out cold to the mat. She drags him to the center, climbs to the top rope and flies into the lights, crashing down onto his prone body. Rose stands and places a foot on his chest, striking a double bicep pose. There's the count, 1..........2..........3, and thank God, it's over. No, wait, she has him up again. Oh my, a piledriver smashing his head into the mat and bouncing him across the ring. Lady Venus wants to come in, but Rose is snarling at her. Now she breaks up laughing and walks to our corner as Venus comes in to help Anthony.
Ring Announcer: The winner in 3:47, the US Champion, Spanish Rose.
Rose: Hey Chad, you talk to me, not that Lopez guy.
Chad: Okay, baby! You were never in trouble in the beginning of the match, were you?
Rose: No way. This gringo could not really touch me. I was making him feel good before I turn out hees lights.
Chad: Who do you want to face next?
Rose: I see some of these new people like this Bambi or Jeri Taylor or Nabiki Yen. I want one or all of them. Then maybe they no speak so big.
Chad: Right. I've been saying that myself. These new wrestlers think they're so good, but they haven't faced the best yet--my Spanish Rose.
Rose: Gracias. Then I want another belt, maybe the World Title. When can you get off tonight? Let's go do something. Can't you leave these people?
Jessie: Not if he wants his money. Let's go to our sponsors and then back for our next match.
<Commercial Break>
Jessie: We're back! And just in time too, as our next match is about to get underway!
Duffer: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring, weighing in at 223 pounds and hailing from Van Nuys, California, here is Lucas Flintwater! And his opponent, led to the ring by her manager, Michael Alexander Worthington IV, weighing in at 185 pounds, from Providence, Rhode Island, "Doctor" Judith Joyce!
Worthington wheels the mini-shock treatment unit towards the ring, followed by Joyce, who approaches the ring in her usual business-like manner, ignoring the boos of the fans. As Worthington holds the ropes apart for her, she climbs into the ring and slowly removes her business skirt and jacket, revealing her wrestling attire.
Jessie: It's been a while since we have seen Judith Joyce or her tag team partner, "The Lethal Librarian", Janet Lane in action.
Lisa: Jessie, Politically Correct has just returned from a successful tour in Europe, where they defeated some of the top-ranked tag teams in the world. Mr. Shoemaker, I believe you were in Europe recently, negotiating the Virgin Cola deal for the Miami Mercs. Were you able to catch a few matches while you were there, sir?
Mike: still on the phone, and not paying attention to the current conversation: Matches? I believe I did pick up a few in a hotel room somewhere...
Lisa: Oh sir, you're so funny!
Mike: ...
Jessie: Joyce and Worthington are still discussing strategy in their corner. Flintwater decides not to wait for the bell and executes an avalanche on Joyce from behind!
Chad: Whaddya know, ole Lucas has some guts! Too bad he's gonna get the crap beat out of him!
Jessie: Flintwater tries to work Joyce over in the corner, but she backs him off with a kick to the midsection. A kneelift from Joyce, and Flintwater is down!
Chad: See, what did I tell ya!
Bob: The match isn't over yet, Romero! Flintwater is an up-and-comer here in the ICWF, you're going to see some gold around that youngster's waist one of these days!
Chad: Not until the ICWF introduces a title for bums!
Jessie: Joyce feeds Flintwater into position for a piledriver, and slams his head into the canvas! She hoists the nearly-unconscious man up into the air, and executes a Gorilla Press! She drags him to his feet again, places him on the top turnbuckle, and there's the Freudian Slip!
Bob: A brainbuster from the top rope, definitely one