(ICW logo.) A lot of hype, a lot of expectations going into this one.  Will it live up to them?  Expect a night of great matches, on what ICWA's former Chairman, Ed Moorhouse, called the show that could be the "best ICW PPV yet."  Expect heated rivalries to explode.  Expect bones, egoes, and careers to be broken.  Expect the unexpcted.  Expect...Explosion.  On a pivotal night in wrestling history, the winds of change blowing...Adam stands strong, the lone ICW-loyal Icon (Ed Moorhouse being forced out of the business by Stephanie McMahon and Triple H on Aggression) against two McMahon-headed federations and perhaps the ultimate Icon, Tony Sadowski, the black sheep of the 4.  It'll be an uphill battle...and many have set their hopes on Showdown to be the turning-point that puts Explosion so far ahead of the pack that it won't matter WHAT Tony, Vince, or Stephanie pull.  Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to what may very well be the 3 most important hours in the history of ICW. A rockin video montage setting up the matches for tonights event starts off the show. We see Spike winning the Fusion Title, defending it proudly, the crowd cheering him on, and the Dudleys screwing him over the other night and getting this match signed so they can try to get that title off his runt waist once and for all. Randy Orton and Shane Douglas walking together as Horsemen, then the deterioration of their partnership as Douglas slaps Orton and begins to treat him like crap. The group breaks up, Orton is cheated out of a win by Douglas use of the ancient wrestling technique known as "Feet on the Ropes for Leverage." The intensity as the men stare at eachother, the beat-down Orton and Cena put on Douglas, and shots of both of them arguing and challenging eachother in general. The Big Show flipping on to Mr. America in the now-famous cage match. The Undertaker Chokeslamming and pinning opponent after opponent. Joining forces as the Dead Show. The Undertaker in the Casket Match at Breakdown, Show being eliminated, Taker being whipped by Kane, then later, putting him into the Caket from the ring with a Last Ride! We see Taker and Show arguing, setting up the match, Taker letting into Show on Explosionand the intensity in both mens eyes. The firing of Erica Kowal at Breakdown, then the Angels picketing outside the arena, carrying signs in support of Icon 04s reinstatement as Co-Chairwoman. Their clashes with Adam, shots of their great matches in the past, Molly holding the belt high, and Adam announcing the "Total Strip Match!" Trish and Victoria beating Molly down in Adams office on Explosionand thats that. Shots of Cenas many wins of big stars, his challenging "big dogs" in the ring, and shots of Flair in the TLC match with mockery from Cena and the Hardys saying Flair cant cut it in Extreme matches. Hart/Michaels footage is shown, from the old screw-job in Montreal, to Hart unmasking as Mortis, slugging people (including Michaels) on Explosion. The set-up, the stare-downs, the slaps, the superkicks, the signingthe intensity. The build-up. The classic match coming tonight that EVERYONE is waiting for. Finally, Benoit eliminating himself in the Horsemen 4-Way Match at Breakdown, being pissed, then challenging RVD in the ring. Benoit beating Show and Tazz. RVD wins his title, defends it proudlythen beats Dreamer in a great match. Benoit. Van Dam. Cold looks. Pointing to oneself. Slitting ones throat. "ROBVANDAM!" "PROVEMEWRONG!" And with that, we cut to the Explosion logothe cheering crowd Mean Mark: Good evening and welcome to what will be a defining night in wrestling history! You just saw the great matches coming later tonight! My colleague, Jerry the King Lawler, joining me as alwaysKING! What a night! K: What a night indeed, Mean Mark! I cant wait for any of these matches! Cant wait to see Hart and Michaels lock up, settling that old score once and for allor just making it worse! Or Benoit and Van Dam competing to see who deserves to hold that coveted Prime Title. Hell, Ill be happy seeing Spike Dudley getting his little ass handed to him by his brothers, Bubba Ray and D-Von, in our opening match tonight! Ha ha! MM: Hes definitely in for a challenge in that TLC Match, King. (SPIKE DUDLEY THEME! Spike is out, all his "Dorkamaniacs cheering for him, a tiny, pathetic ball of energy!) MM: Here it goes now, King! K: Ooh, thisll be a great SQUASH to open the show! HEE HEE HEE!! ================================================== Fusion Title TLC Match Spike Dudley (c) v. D-Von Dudley v. Bubba Ray Dudley -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spike, wearing a Hogan-esque "Dorkamania" shirt, comes to the ring, the fans cheering him on and showering him with much love! He carries a tee-shirt cannon under his arm, strapped over his shoulder! An ultimate face, he shoots his shirts into the cheering Dorkamanics, then is about to shoot just one moreHulk-ishly cupping his ear and listening to every sidewhen from the crowd, D-Von and Bubba run in and jump him with chairs! THEY ARE BOOED LIKE CRAZY! They lay into poor, defenseless Spike, who has NO chance against them, and they begin to destroy the runt of the Dudley litter. Wrecking his ankles (putting his foot through the folded chair, then STOMPING down on it), legs and arms through painful but simple stretch holds, and etc. D-Von goes to GET THE TABLE as Bubba stomps away on Spike. Setting it up in a corner, D-Von smiles at Bubba, who lifts Spike up for an Irish WhipSPLINTERING THE TABLE WITH THE FORCE OF SPIKES LIMP BODY ROCKETING THROUGH IT! ("HOLY SH*T!" chant fires up! Dudleys booed!) The brothers Dudley then grab a ladder, set it up under the Fusion Title, hanging high above the ring, and the crowd boos them as their dirty work looks to be done. The wanted to destroy Spike, EMBARRASS him, and take his title. Spike, so much hope coming into this one, just got caught off-guard and his relentless brothers wouldnt give him an inch! D-Von begins to climb, then Bubba looks up and his faces changes to a looks of dismay. He pats D on the leg to get his attention, and says HE should get the belt! D-Von drops down and asks why, and Bubba replies because "hes older!" Ha ha. Anyway, they argue, then begin shoving! The two fall to the ground, rolling and punching like crazy, and the crowd LOVES IT! The Dudley Boys are falling apart, greed has gotten the best of them, and Spike, in the corner, SOMEHOW, probably through sheer heart and determination, is slowly pulling himself up! The energy buzzes through the crowd as D-Von and Bubba realize whats going on and pull themselves together, ending their spat, which has spilled outside to the concrete floor, and climb back into the ring. Bubba tells D-Von to get ready for a 3D THROUGH A TABLE! They smile and laugh at their evil ways, and D-Von grabs another table, which he sets up diagonally in the corner across from Spike. D-Von whips Spike to the table, which Spike takes to the gut and ROLLS ON TO IT. Bubba, in the corner, has a change of plans. He wants to hit a BUBBABOMB OFF THE ROPES, THROUGH THE TABLE! He taunts the booing crowd as he begins to climb the ropes to the top, and Spike is sitting up, shaking his head, and sees the impending doom! He fires a few kicks to the back of Bubbas head, and D-Von, distracted by setting the ladder back up under the belt (it has gotten moved, obviously), is oblivious! Bubba is wobbling, Spike grabs Bubba around the neck, hops from the table to the top turnbuckle, then bulldogs Bubba with an ACID DROP/DUDLEY DAWG THROUGH THE TABLE!!! (SUPERPOP!!!) Spike lays, sucking wind, trying to rest a bit, and D-Von, hearing what happened and turning to survey the damage, thinks about it, then begins to climb the ladder!! (BOOOO!!!) Spike looks up, sees D-Von climbing, and gets to his feet, showing his agility, and BOUNDS over to the ladder, slamming his little body into it, causing D-Von to lose his balance and fall! D-Von hits the mat, and Spike tries to climbbut is caught by D-Von, who gets up pretty quickly after the fall, since hes still pretty much fresh. Bubba is still dead in the corner, but has started to roll around. D-Von shoves the ladder over, sending Spike toppling down with itLANDING BALLS-FIRST ON THE TOP ROPE and flipping to the outside, holding his groin and kicking the ground in pain! (OOOOH!) D-Von, in the ring, sees the victory within reach, then taunts the crowd, signing a "belt" around his waist, then setting up the ladder! The crowd begins to chant "SPIKE! SPIKE!" but its too late! D-Von looks over at Bubba, who is just now pulling himself to his knees in the corner, and smiles as he quickly begins to climb to the top of the ladder! He reaches the top, fiddles with the beltand, by some miracle, outside the ring, Spike is back on his feet! Hobbling a bit and with a voice higher than Minnie Mouse, he looks aroundand spots his tee-shirt cannon! He picks it up, the crowd popping away, takes aim, having one shot only and no time to spare, and pulls the trigger. SHOOOOOOOOP!! The air-powered gun sends the one remaining Dorkamaniac shirt left in the gun sailingSTRAIGHT INTO D-VONS RIBS! D-Von immediately has the wind knocked out of him and falls over 10 feet down to the mat! (SUPERPOP!!) Spike is jumping around like a nut, proud as hell! The crowd is with him as he slides into the ring, still favoring that tenderest of tenders, and begins climbing the ladder! Rung by rung, little Spike, the improbable participant in this mismatch, reaches the belt, begins to work the latchand Bubba, on his feet, turns to see it! He charges over, SLAMMING into the ladder, sending it FLYINGbut SPIKE HANGS ON TO THE BELT!! The littlest Dudley is hanging from the Fusion Title he so desperately wants, and hes tugging, wiggling, hoping the difficult belt will open, sending him into the lions denin trouble, but still champ! Bubba reaches up, grabbing Spikes legs, and YANKS! Spike and Fusion Title come down, BELL RINGS! YOURE WINNERAND STILL FUSION CHAMPIONSPIKE DUDLEY! The crowd pops huge, but it turns to booing as Spike is jumped and beaten by Bubba! D-Von gets up, and the two hit a 3D on Spike before leaving to a shower of hate from the crowd. Spike gets up slowly, then celebrates, holding his head and back of his neck, but holding that Fusion Title up high! Ironically, the one shirt the Dudleys didnt let Spike get a chance to shoot cost them in the end, and Bubba, frustrated that Spike was winning against them, grabbed him, losing purposely, just to beat him down more! The Brothers Dudley are pissed at losing, arguing up the rampwill this be the end of their union? Anyway, the dorks are happy, Spike, the head dork, is Fusion Champ, and we end the first match with a face win and a great pop for the little guy! ================================================== (Backstage Babe Ashley Britcher w/ Ric Flair.) A: Im here with the Nature Boy, Ric Flair. Now, Ric, at Breakdown, you kicked ass in the TLC Match. But a lot of people are doubting you again, saying you cant go one-on-one with the "Legend Killer," John Cena. What do you think? RF: WOOOOOOOOO! You know, Ashley, you fine, foxy thing, youthe Nature Boy has always been the Dirtiest Player in the Game! I been around a LONG time, baby. I seen ALL the tricks, an I seen em all from better wrestlers than him! John Cena, you been lucky around here. But tonight, you step into the ring with the SIXTEEN TIMEWOOOOO!WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! TONIGHT, YOU STEP INTO THE RING WITH THE GREATESTOF ALL TIME! TONIGHT, YOU CAN FINALLY PROVE YOURE THE MAN! ALL YOU GOTTA DO IS BEAT THE MANAND THIS MOUNTAIN AINT ABOUT TO BUDGE FOR SOME YOUNG PUNK WITH NO RESPECT FOR THE BUSINESS OR ANYONE WHO MADE IT! YOU WANT "EXTREME?" TONIGHT, YOURE GONNA SEE SOME OLD-SCHOOL EXTREME! AND NEVER AGAINWILL ANYONE BE ABLE TO LAUGH AT THE NATURE BOY AGAIN! TONIGHTI TEACH THE WRESTLING WORLD A LESSONAND LEAVE WITH THE EXPLOSION EXTREME CHAMPIONSHIP! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! (Flair walks of, red, sweating, pumped!) A: Wow! Nothing more I can say about that! Back to you, guys! =================================================== "Respect" Match Shane Douglas v. Randy Orton ------------------------------------------ Orton comes out w/ briefcase. Match begins with a punch-fest, back and forth for about a minute, neither man budging, each showing how tough he is, how little he cares about anything but hurting his opponent. Douglas pokes Orton to the eyes, takes advantage with a fisherman's suplex and dominates the younger opponent for a while. Power move after power move, punishing Orton repeated. Douglas takes time to showboat for the crowd, flipping them off, flipping Orton of, and generally having his way with the match. Crowd is chanting "RAN-DY OR-TON!" and clapping, trying to get Randy back into it...Douglas has him caught in a headlock, and Orton slowly raising his arm to signify he's about to make a comeback...powers out of Douglas' hold, shoves Shane to the ropes, and NAILS A POWERSLAM! Crowd is on fire, Orton falls back down, still weak, crawling to his hands and knees. Douglas, shaking it off and back up sooner, stomps down Randy, then locks in a Crossface Chickenwing! WOAH! Looks like experience is winning over sheer guts so far. Douglas yells, "HEY! THROW ME THAT GODDAM MIC!" It's tossed in, and Douglas modifies the hold so that his knee is driven into the shoulderblades of Orton as he uses one arm to pull back Orton's left arm. Then, he shoves the mic in Orton's face, screaming, "SAY YOU RESPECT ME YOU LITTLE C*CKSUCKER! RIGHT THE F*CK NOW!" Orton, in hold, screams, "I........HATE YOU!" Douglas is pissed, doesn't know what to do. He heads outside, grabs a chair, then proceeds to beat down the injured Orton into a bloody mess. Douglas tries again, Orton mutters..."...nn...never...!" Crowd pops. Douglas is pissed, and starts untying the turnbuckle pads. Orton is slowly getting up, but Douglas picks him up to whip him to the corner...it's reversed! Orton begins to slowly mount a comeback, hitting some innovative moves, including a shoulderbreaker over the small of his own back as he slowly spins around and then drops Douglas down onto it. An impressive looking move! Orton, kicking Douglas as he lies on the mat, picks up the mic and looks to the crowd, which is cheering him on! Orton locks in an STF, driving the mic into Douglas' face. Douglas screams in pain, won't tap. Orton lets to, then stomps Douglas into the mat before going outside to open the briefcase. Inside are assorted sharp instruments, possibly dentistry tools. He takes out a scraper (the little hooked thing) and proceeds to put Douglas back in the STF. This time, he rakes the scraper across Douglas' forehead slowly as the crowd groans and Douglas squeals in agony. Orton continues until Douglas begins to pass out, then grabs the mic. O: IT'S UP TO YOU, SHANE...I GOT ALL NIGHT! Douglas spits in Orton's face. Orton wrenches back on the hold, grabs what appears to be a drill from the case, and starts spinning it near Douglas' forehead. Shane's eyes bulge out of his head, and he says, "Okay. OKAY!" Orton puts down the drill and grabs the mic. O: What? Say it again. D: I...said OKAY. I RESPECT YOU YOU PSYCHOTIC SON OF A BITCH! NOW LET THE F*CK GO OF ME! (Bell rings!) Orton lets go and Douglas' face hits the mat.) Orton's arm is raised, Douglas can't stand, blood loss. Trainers come out and begin to work on his head. Orton runs back in, tosses them out of the ring! He grabs a bottle of Iodine, wraps his arm around Douglas' neck in a chokehold, then pours the open bottle all over Shane's head! Douglas cries out in pain from the stinging, Mark and King put over how Douglas must feel like he's on fire. "Don't give Orton any ideas, Mark. He looks out of his mind tonight!" ================================================== (Adams in a big, plush skybox, chillin and watching the action below!) 03: Ha ha! What a night! This is going to MAKE ME! Tony, Vinceyou can SHOVE IT. Edyou already DID shove it, heh heh. AndIm talking to myself. (Knock on door.) 03: ALRIGHT! COME ON IN, I DONT CARE IF ITS VINNIE MAC HIMSELF! ??: Not quite. His breasts are a little bigger. (Camera moves up to show MELISSA JOHNSON! POP!) 03: Melissa! To what do I owe the honor of this visit? MJ: Oh, nothing. Just stopping by, checking out the show. A lot riding on this one, after all. And I wanted to gauge fan reaction to the first show COMPLETELY booked by Icon 03, the LEGEND, in quite some time! 03: Well, I was looking for some company myself! Pull up a seat, there are plenty more reasons for Vince and Tony to be thinking about packing up the business. MJ: YeahI just hope they dont pack up and move it here TONIGHT 03: What? MJ: You know how they think. Tony and Vince arent all that different after allso have your boys and girls on look-outthe first sign of anything suspicious, I want it reported and I want security escorting them OUT OF THIS BUILDING. 03: Urryes, maam! (Picks up phone, hits a button.) Hello, Sarge? Ha ha, hi. First of all, I want to welcome you as new assistant head of talent relations. Look, Ms. Johnson is hereanything fishy goes down, any sign of Aggression or Chaos, you shut it down. Okay? Excellent. At ease, maggot. Ha ha. (Adam hangs up.) MJ: You hired SLAUGHTER?! 03: Why not? If hes good enough to beat Ed Moorhouse, hes gotta be at least good enough to calm down any problems in the back! MJ: True. Stupid Edyou know, having Stephanie in charge of Aggression isnt good, Adam. The fans like her, which is the only reason I let that stipulation happen anyway. But McMahon-Helmsley controlling an ICW brand is unacceptable. Im counting on your to pick up the pieces and kick it up a notch on this side of thingsI still back you Icons up above anyone else. Especially a McMahon. 03: Way ahead of you, Miss. Wait till you see the Steel Cage Match up next. The Big Show, the Undertakerits going to be a WAR! MJ: Im sure it will. You know, I dont really like wrestling, I just want happy fans. Ill be at the buffet. (Miss heads for the buffet table nearby, Adam laughs and looks back down out the window.) (WEEEEEEEELLLLLLLWELL, ITS THE BIG SHOW!!) ================================================== Steel Cage Grudge Match Undertaker v. Big Show -------------------------------- The Big Show enters to a HUGE pop, entering the cage door and shaking the structure before roaring and raising his arm in a "Chokeslam" sign for a blast of fireworks and a great response from the crowd! His music dies down, and...GOOOOOONG!!!! (DEAD MAN WALKING!) Taker is out, but still looking pissy. The crowd is mixed, not knowing what's going to happen, but wanting him to snap out of it...or be BEATEN out of it by Show! Inthe cage, the door is locked, and we are ready to GO! (BELL RINGS!) Pop starts up as the fans buzz, knowing a big match is about to happen! Shots from Show destroying the ring in his last Cage Match against Mr. America still fresh in everyone's minds from the video earlier tonight, and knowing Taker's history in cage-type matches...this on has a lot of promise! To keep this one short, it's a brutal, bloody match, both men coming face to fence with the cage walls many times (the cage up around the ring apron, just behind the ropes, with no room to take it outside at all). Show asserts his power, controlling Taker much of the time. Taker uses a few signature moves to come back, including one AMAZING spot. Show, climbing to the top after hitting the Final Cut finisher on Taker, is stopped by Taker, who SITS UP (!!) and yanks SHow down by his mammoth foot, tripping the monster up on the ropes and sending the Big Nuts down on the top rope! OUCH! Taker, capitalizing, climbs to the top, then straddles the top of the cage as Show, in pain, slowly gets back to his feet and grabs his foot, holding him half inside the cage! Taker punches Show to the head, but SHow ABSORBS it, not going down for ANYTHING! Taker lays into him, HARD, STIFF shots..Show is still standing, breathing heavier, seething, intensity pumping as the crowd erupts for him! Taker and Show both climb a bit as Show reaches up to CATCH TAKER'S HAND MID-PUNCH! Taker stands up, WALKS THE TOP OF THE CAGE, AND LEAPS DOWN WITH AN "OLD-SCHOOL" CLOTHESLINE OFF THE TOP OF THE CAGE!!11 Show crashes down to the mat, ROCKING the entire ring, RATTLING the cage...and the Undertaker is right back up!! The crowd doesn't care that he's acting miserable lately, they pop like mad for him, and Taker "slits his throat" at Show, before kneeling down at Show's head and crossing his monstrous arms for the old-school "Darkness Pin," and you can almost FEEL the presence of the darker Taker in the room! He presses Shows arms down with his weight, ref drops for the final count, 1, 2...SHOW SUDDENLY REACHES UP WITH ONE HAND, GRABBING TAKER AROUND THE NECK, AND SNARLING AS HE QUICKLY (well, for him) GETS TO HIS FEET, ROARING A HE CHOKESLAMS TAKER STRAIGHT THROUGH THE MAT!! TAKER HAS BEEN CHOKESLAMMED TO HELL! SHOW IS ALIVE! HE'S A MONSTER! HOW THE HELL DID HE GET UP LIKE THAT AFTER THE SHOT AND FALL HE TOOK?!! The crowd is THUNDERING with cheers for the beloved Big Show, who sneers, looking down into the crater he caused, filled by the remains of the Undertaker, and looks up at the cage. The crowd grows louder, and Show starts to climb, energy pumping in the room, people wondering if he's REALLY going to try something crazy off the top again on the already-beaten Taker! Show is 3/4 up the cage, when, suddenly, the lights go dim in the areana...and ORGAN MUSIC BLARES! AN EXPLOSION OF FIRE WELCOMES KANE TO THE ARENA, AS PEOPLE BOO LOUDLY, BUT THE BIG RED MACHINE IS BACK! ANd he's here with a purpose, mask and suit charred black, exposed skin burned and festering from the casket blaze at Breakdown...we haven't seen him since! Many feared he was dead! Even the Undertaker thought he'd finished-off Kane, the Dark Power consuming his brother after the Casket Match! However, Kane's here, and Show looks back, then starts to climb FASTER to get out before Kane can somehow stop him from winning! Kane raises his arms, then drops them down quickly to his sides...causing the CAGE TO ERUPT INTO FLAMES! WHAT?!! The lights come back up as Show drops to the mat, flames enulfing him, burning his clothing and skin as he hollars in pain, rollin gon the mat! Kane runs down, PULLS OPEN THE DOOR OF THE CAGE, SHATTERING THE LOCK BY SHEER POWER, tossing refs and staffers out of the way as he moves ever forward. He steps inside the ring/cage, then looks down into the crater...he reaches inside, pulling the Undertaker out...then drags his brother out to door for the WIN! The bell rings, Mean mark and King go NUTS at his surprise ending, and staffers run in with medical kits and a fire extinguisher to shower the smoldering, shreiking Show! and reaches into the crater holding the UndertakerUndertaker wins when Kane returns and sets the cage on fire as Show tries to climb out. Show writhes in pain as Kane leaves Taker on the floor, leaving to SERIOUS BOOING from the crowd. Kane is back, and his music may be blaring...but Taker, now leaning agains the cage/apron, half conscious, is the winner of this one. EMTs run out to treat Show's burns, and they begin to set up a stretcher as we cut to Mark and King at the announce desk. MM: This is just damn DISGUSTING! It makes me sick to my stomach, King. K: Well, Kane had a plan in mind when he came out here. He had every move calculated. Like him or not, he's alive, he's back...and he stole the win for his brother, the Undertaker! MM: After Taker and Show put him out of commission in a Handicap Casket Match? King, it just makes NO SENSE! K: Mark, this is ICW. Nothing's for sure around here, nothing is guaranteed, and you NEVER know what might happen next! MM: All I know is, as you're seeing video now of the EMTs taking the Big Show, Paul Wight out on a stretcher, and I sure hope he'll be okay, but I KNOW he'll never be the smae after this...all I know is Kane better own up to what he did tomorrow night on Explosion! K: I'm sure we'll hear what's going on in his twisted mind soon enough, Mark. MM: Pardon me if I sound like good ol JR here, butgood GOD, King. What an intense night this has already been! I honestly dont know what to expect next! K: Think of the matches still coming up, Mark. Hart/Michaels. Benoit/Van DamFlair/Cenathis ones just getting started! But Id trade em all for the TOTAL STRIP MATCH! HA HA! PUPPIES, MARK! SO MANY PUPPIES! AND MORE THAN THAT MM: King, are you drooling? K: Markhow can you NOT be?! ================================================== No DQ Match Tommy Dreamer v. Tazz --------------------------------- The two ECW legends make their way to the ring, both pretty loved. Faces, former tag team partners, both hungry for more of the spotlight in Explosion, the crowd is just popping for everything in this one. It's like Hogan-Warrior...only with incredibly talented wrestlers! The bell rings, and these two class acts shake hands before circling eachother quickly and finally locking-up! Dreamer gets the best of the lock-up, whipping Tazz to the corner, where he delivers some stiff chops and sets the tone for the intensity of the rest of the match. The momentum goes back and forth, and eventually, the match spills outside the ring, taking full advantage of the "no DQ" stipulation! As they make their way around, the spirit of ECW itself seems to take control of both Tazz and Dreamer, as they use the environment and everything in it to create innovative, painful moves and weapons. It's Dreamer, naturally, "innovating violence" the most. Living up to his former nickname, the IoV uses the barrier, ringposts, and even SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE to bash Tazz up. Tazz, a tough SOB in his own right, isn't down long after all this carnage, and he continues to come back throughout Tommy's seeming domination, suplexing Dreamer on the steel ramp twice, before stacking 2 tables...one at the top of the ramp, one a foot away on the level stage. He picks up the aching Dreamer (still with that damn bad back, ho ho ho), and tosses him to the top of the table on the stage. Tazz climbs, only to be met by fists and feets from Dreamer, clawing and scraping for his very life, knowing he can't let Tazz take the momentum or he very well may never get it back! However, Tazz wins the slugfest, bending Dreamer over (eew) and placing his head between his legs (eew) for a DISGUSTING POWERBOMB THROUGH THE UNBALANCED TABLE ON THE RAMP! Dreamer hits it, cracking it but sliding down the ramp...more rolling or flipping, upon impact on the viciously-designed, collapsable structure! "EC-dub! EC-dub!" The crowd chants an homage to the legendary "third wrestling federation." The atmosphere is electric, cheering for Tazz, in all his hardcoreness, and for Dreamer to get back up and into the it match! Tazz kicks Dreamer down the ramp, then tosses himb ack into the ring, climbing in and resuming control. A few more minutes of brutality pass before Dreamer, urged by the fans, begins a comeback! He hits a DDT, but, being half-dead himself, can hardly capitalize...a late cover gets him only 2. Both men down and dazed, Tazz shakes out the cobwebs first and gets up, stalking over to Dreamer and LOCKING IN A TAZZMISSION! WOAH! Dreamer is in blinding pain! He's screaming and scratching at the mat to reach the ropes and get out of the hold...and he reaches the apron and half falls out, draping over the side as the ref makes Tazz break teh hold. Tazz gets up and complains that there's no DQ, so it doesn't MATTER when he breaks it...or IF he even breaks it! Dreamer, during the argument, reaches outside the ring, grabbing a chair left on the ground from a beating earlier. He gets up, Tazz facing the other way, and to a HUE pop...SMASHES IT OVER TAZZ'S HEAD! Tazz is busted-open, the crowd begins to sense almost a NEW Tommy Dreamer, one who doesn't CARE how he wins, only that he does! His dire urge to get out of mid-card status for the first time in YEARS is shining bright for the world to see, and the crowd cheers him on, seeing that his time to shine may finally have come! Tazz kissing canvas, Dreamer covers, 1, 2...KICK OUT! Pure instinct at this point is keeping Tazz in it. He's been worn down all night, but after his big table move and onslaught inside the ring (where few equal Tazz in sheer technique and skill), Dreamer is back in control. He goes to the top, waiting for Tazz to get to his feet. Tommy, cameras flashing, crowd popping, LEAPS OFF FOR A FLYING CLOTHESLINE, which Tazz DROPS DOWN TO DUCK! Tazz, always intense, always with a fire in his gut, hops quickly back up like a rubber ball, then NAILS A VICIOUS TAZZPLEX AS DREMER LANDS AND STRUGGLES TO STAND!! Dreamer's chest and gut take the blow to the turnbuckle off the 'plex...he's done-for! Tazz goes for the pinafall, 1, 2...3! A Tazzplex into the turnbuckles is enough to keep anyone down, and the crowd gives Tazz his dues, cheering him as his arm is raised and he leaves to his heart-monitor theme! Dreamer gets up, shaking his head, and leaves, clutching his ribs. He walks up the ramp to his own theme, unnder his own power. A standing ovation slowly comes together for this extreme legend, and he poses with his arms out for the crowd, everyone still hoping Dreamer will get that big chance some day. ================================================== Total Strip Match Victoria v. Trish Stratus v. Molly (c) ---------------------------------------------- The ladies all make their entrances, to varying reactions, and while Victoria and Trish look ready to shred some threads, Molly looks uncomfortable. They all step in the ring, and Molly hands the Angel Prime Title to the ref, who holds it up and tells the bell monkey to hit it. THIS MATCH IS ON! But whose clothes will come off? Molly is the obvious target of Trish and Victoria, as she's the champ and not involved in their already highly-publicized relationship. They charge her immediately, but Molly does a good job defending herself in a 2-on-1 match, working quickly and using FAST moves with LOTS of power to knock each girl out as she comes in to attack, then turning and waving on the next. The crowd pops for her, but the men seem to be booing more and more as it goes on. A great Angel match as always, with Molly being extremely impressive, but by the time the two Vixens finally take down the champ and go to work on her, a largely-male "WE WANT PUPPIES!" chant kicks up. Hearing it, Victoria and Trish take out Molly with a NASTY double-team spike-powerbomb off the top turnbuckle! Molly is seeing stars, and Trish and Molly respond to the chanting crowd with smiles and sly looks. The two of them play to the crowd a bit, kissing on the cheek and shooting pouty/naughty looks all over the place. The crowd is totally into it, and the guys are about to explode, as Trish gets a bit carried-away and slides her hands up Victoria's top, slipping the straps down her arms...and tugging at the shirt to reveal Victoria's GLORIOUS PUPPIES! (MEGAPOP!!!) Horny guys around the world enjoy the image as Victoria soaks in the naughtiness of the situation, nodding and laughing, then RIPS off Trish's already-revealing, white tank-top, leaving 4 puppies in the ring! The two hot and horny ladies start making out in the ring, then fall to the mat, to all the male fans' glee, and slowly undress eachother. THIS IS THE HOTTEST THING IN THE UNIVERSE! Victoria and Trish forget all about the match and clothes fly until they're down to their skimpy, lacy little panties in the middle of the ring, kissing and groping away! Molly, meanwhile, has been recovering slowly, and looks up to see a sight she wasn't quite ready for! Her eyes grow huge, and she slowly stands up, her lusty opponents not even noticing! Looking around to the cheering crowd, Molly mimes that she's going to rip off their undies, then begins slowly sneaking over as the cheering grows louder and louder all the time! Victoria and Trish clash their hot bodies together on the mat, oblivious to the rest of the world, and Molly comes in, grabs a handful of BOTH of their panties, then, smiling deviously, YANKS THEM DOWN THEIR LEGS AND TOTALLY OFF! (BELL RINGS!!) Molly's theme kicks up and Victoria and Trish are stunned, shocked back to reality and realizing they threw away the chance to have one of them take the title for a little bit of uncontrollable passion...and who can blame them. ROWR. Anyway, Molly's arm is raised, and she climbs the turnpost with her title held high, the crowd cheering as Trish and Victoria huddle together to hide their naughtier bits, as ICW staff runs down and covers them up, trying to take them out of the ring and to the back. The crowd BOOOOOOOOS loudly at this, and Vic and Trish play faces, like they don't want to be covered or taken away. Biggest heat of the night so far...but it quickly changes to the biggest POP EVER as Trish and Vic whipser to eachother...then DASH OUT OF THE GRASP OF THE STAFFERS (and out of the official ICW-logo blankets, $39.95 at ICW Shop Place) OVER TO MOLLY, STILL POSING ON THE POST...PULL HER DOWN AND YANK OFF HER TOP AND PANTS AS MOLLY TRIES, IN VAIN, TO RESIST! The crowd's going NUTS as righteous, prudish Molly, completely against this match anyway, is left in the ring in her bra and panties, covering up as best she can and cursing Vic and Trish, both now covering-up with ICW blankets on their own and backing up the ramp. The crowd cheers as the Vixen theme hits, and they flash the crowd again and walk backstage holding hands to a nice pop. Molly may have the title, but we're ALL winners in this one! ================================================== Extreme Title Match John Cena (c) v. Ric Flair ---------------------------------- (WOOOOOOO!) Nature Boy, Ric Flair, the mega-best wrestler ever-est, is out first to a monster pop! The crowd loves him, he's a Duo Champ, and tonight, he's in for the fight of his life. Could he leave with ANOTHER title? Not just any...could Ric Flair become the new Explosion Extreme Champion?! Knowing the bookers of this federation, it's a DEFINITE possibility! Cena's hip-hop theme is up next, he comes out with a shopping-cart full of crap to beat Flair into the mat with! Kendo sticks, pipes, a stop sign, and assorted other goodies...some of which may come into play later! The match begins with a short stare-down that degenerates into Flair and Cena SCREAMING into eachothers' faces until they're both red and shaking! Cena goes for a punch, Flair catches it, gives that mildly-insane "Flair Glare," and lays into the young champ! It's incredible to see Flair in the ring, he's makes wrestling an artform. The match is great, the two going back and forth, Flair controlling much of the action, SLAPPING like crazy with nasty chops that leave Cena's chest red! Cena down after a suplex, Flair goes outside and reaches under the apron. Into the ring, he tosses a 2x4! Holding it up, he pays respect to Jim Duggan with a "HOOOOO!" and a goofy march, to which the crowd laughs and pops. The 2x4 is caught and yanked away by Cena, who NAILS Flair on the forehead with it. Flair is busted-open immediately, and Cena takes over, using new-school weapons. He whips the stop sign over Flair's back, Nature Boy crying out in pain, bleeding away. Flair, eventually, makes his way to the apron while Cena is getting a new weapon, and fishes under the apron. Cena stalks at Ric with a SCREWDRIVER! Flair turns over, has one hand behind his back, gets to his knees, and begs for mercy, shouting audibly, "NOOOOO!" Then, as Cena winds up to jab Ric with the tool, Flair pulls the hand out from behind his back and THROWS A CLOUD OF SALT INTO THE FACE OF CENA!! WHAT?! It's Mr. Fuji's old salt-bag! Flair WOOOO's for the crowd which is popping away, they hate Cena, and takes over, his "trick knee" sending his heel into the crotch of the Extreme Champ! (POP!) Flair goes outside the ring as Cena holds his eyes, and pulls out another old-school weapon from under the ring...this time, he has a spraygun...full of Rick Martel's "ARROGANCE!" He shoots it at Cena, as the champ rolls around, burning! OLD SCHOOL! Flair then continues stomping and beating on Cena, then goes for the Figure Four! He locks it in, but Cena flips it over and the hold breaks quickly. Cena heads outside while Flair holds his knee and tries to get up, a bloody mess, and grabs a TABLE! He pushes it into the ring, then fishes around in his shopping cart...for a CHEESE GRATER! Flair gets nailed with a hammersmash to the back, then Cena takes over, to boos, hitting a back body drop on Flair the sends the Naitch crashing down on his poor, broken, bloody back like so many times before. He sets up the table in the corner, then WHIPS FLAIR INTO IT! BOOOOOO!! Looks like a lost cause, as Cena, bleeding from the forehead and still red for the chops earlier, grabs the cheese grater and drops down next to Flair, smiling and laughing. The crowd is SICKENED as Cena uses his MODERN trick on Ric's forehead, raking way the flesh from the Nature Boy's head! Eew. WOOOO! Cena uses modern tricks, like chairs, tables, stop signs and...finally...a cheese-grater! NO! Flair is bleeding like MAD, unable to stand, as Cena picks him up, and mocks him as the old great staggers around before Flair-flopping, face-first, to the mat. BOOO! Cena goes for the cover, 1, 2...2!! Flair gets a foot on the ropes. Cena, pissed, but smelling victory, grabs a chair laying in the ring, WHACKS Flair's crimson-haired head with it like teeing a golf ball, and the crowd boos intensely as Cena gets the 1, 2, 3! Cena's domination of the ICW roster continues, and Flair, try as he might to use old-school dirty tricks, is the latest victim. BIG-TIME credibility match for Cena, who is hated as he walks up the ramp to boos! HISS! BOO! WINNER! UNDEFEATED!! STILL EXTREME CHAMP! ================================================== 2 Out of 3 Falls Match Shawn Michaels v. Bret Hart -------------------------------------- (SEXY BOY THEME!) Girls squeal and guys cheer out of respect as the Heartbreak Kid, who desperately needs a new theme at this point in his career...dances and wiggles his way to the ring, the crowd popping the whole time. He flexes, his pyro explodes for a good 10 seconds, non-stop, and he takes off his goofy chaps and jogs around a bit, warming up. (SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEALING GUITAR!) Bret Hart is out to an IMMENSE pop! Walking with his trademark purple shades on, wearing his traditional pink and black ring gear, he slaps hands as he walks to the ring, than hands the glasses off his face to some little future jabroni indie fed wannabe in the front row. In the ring, referee Charles Robinson pats both men down for any foreign objects (a good idea after tonight...). The bell rings, and they stare down for a full 30 seconds or more, muttering words of hate at eachother, all the bitterness of the past few years festering inside them, coming to a head tonight...and this rivalry is ready to explode! All the jabs Hart has taken over the years. All the anger he's felt. All the flak HBK has gotten. All the passion and energy of his mere presence...and Hart...puts his hand out to shake?!! The crowd is shocked, but not moreso than Michaels! He puts his hand out, looking around...and is met with a SLAP IN THE FACE BY HART! (POP!!!) Hart lured him in! He kicks Michaels to the gut and this battle is underway! Hitman controls the match for a while, but Shawn isn't down long. He starts battling back to a good pop from the crowd, fists flying HARD to the jaw of Bret Hart, and he takes charge! After a few minutes of back and forth action, the two are starting to wear. Neither, however, is holding back anything. They're tearing into eachother every single shot, move, GLANCE. The fans are RED HOT, and Michaels gives them reason to cheer, when he knocks a little bit of ring rust out of Hart's head with a Superkick as Hart turns around, wobbly after a big scoop slam and stomping by HBK! He takes it, the smack is heard around the arena, and Shawn gets the first pinfall, 1, 2, 3! Bell rings, crowd pops, and Michaels wastes no time in continuing his assaut on Hart to wrap this already hot match up for the ages, 2-0 in Mega Matches against the Hitman. He covers again, 2-count. Picking Hart up, HBK continues his beating, with lots of 2-counts littering the ring in their wake. Hart looks about out, and HBK senses the easy win is within reach. He whips Hart to the corner, follows in with a charging splash the sends BOTH of them toppling outside to the concrete, and after regrouping a bit out of exhaustion and pain, continues his beating outside. Charles Robinson pleads with them to come back inside, but knows a count-out will NOT make anyone happy, so he lets it happen. The two brawl outside, Hart taking a shot here and there, but HBK still dominating. Then...the crowd starts chanting his name. "Hitman! HITMAN!" They want him back in this one, but is it even IN the old man anymore? Witht he recent passing of his father, years out of the business, and the general better shape of HBK, can Hart even HOPE to have competed with Shawn? Is he in the same league anymore? Perhaps it's time to think about the rematch. But wait. This is Bret Hart we're talking about. A no-nonsense, tough guy SOB, the man going around punching people out for looking at him funny, the man who beat down John Cena with a chair. The man who was screwed by Vince and the man he's fighting now, HBK, so many years ago. And now, he's ready to come back. The Hitman feels the roar of the crowd, the fire in his belly, and lays into Michaels seemingly out of NOWHERE! He's fighting with more anger and power than ever before, and SLAMS Michaels into the ring post, before tossing him inside the ring. Hart drags the clobbered Michaels to the corner, then drops outside, pulling HBK's legs around the post for a HANGING SHARPSHOOTER! WOAH! If you've never seen this move around the pole, it's stunning. The most painful looking thing EVER. And HBK sells it. However, he's technically on the ropes/post, so Robinson makes Hart break the hold. Hart enters the ring, seething, and grabs HBK's aching legs. Shawn uses his sheer leg strength to push Hart into the corner, then LEAPS up! Hart is ready, though, and CHARGES at HBK with a BIG clothesline! He locks in the Sharpshooter, and the crowd is on FIRE as Shawn screams out in pain, tries to reach the ropes...but is dragged back to the center. Tap. Tap. TAP. The score is 1-1, and Hart is FIRMLY in charge! The crowd is pretty much behind Hart at this point, and Hart is feeding off of it, making short work of Michaels. He toys around with his opponent for a while, gets a 2-count after a SUPERPLEX...and stands up and walks to the corner across from Shawn. STOMP. Huh? STOMP. Holy sh*t...Bret Hart is calling for the SUPERKICK!! He's gonna' hit Michaels with some Sweet Chin Music! Michaels, back to Hart, wobbly, staggers around, crowd shouting (half to warn him, half with anticipation)...and Hart runs over and SUPERKICKS MICHAELS AS HE TURNS AROUND! (POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!) HBK is absolutely LAID OUT! He's DONE! The crowd's going wild, what a damn moment!! What a finish! Hart knows he's got it, smiles, feels that old power surging in his veins, and locks in a finishing Sharpshooter on Michaels! Shawn is almost out, screaming lowly...and about to black out! Charles Robinson counts his arm...ONE! Micheals' arm goes limp to the mat. TWO! FLOP. Robinson raises HBK's arm a third time...but before he can let it go...the CLANK OF A STEEL CHAIR RINGS OUT AROUND THE ARENA OFF THE BACK OF CHARLES' HEAD! WHAT?! Hart's back has been to the ramp, Robinson was paying attention to HBK...and as Michaels' hand hits the mat again in the third count that would've given the win to Hart, the chair smacks Bret in the face as he looks up and his eyes grow HUGE with shock. Standing there, sneering, clutching the chair...McMahon. McMahon! ......SHANE MCMAHON! Hart is out, and Shane, as the crowd boos, drags HBK onto Hart, and waves out referee...Earl Hebner! Hebner flies to the ring, slides in, and fast-counts...123!!! THE SINNER...ER...WINNER OF THIS MATCH...THE HEARTBREAK KID, SHAWN MICHAELS!! (BOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!) Seriously, the crowd is pissed, and Shane and Earl run out to a shower of sodas and trash. HBK slowly wakes up, not knowing what just happened really...but his music is playing and ring announcer Ashley Britcher is announcing his name as the winner! He leaves, pausing to look down at Hart, confused, then goes up the ramp, shaking his head, slapping some hands, and getting BIG HEAT...and a "YOU SCREWED BRET!" chant! Everyone is confused, miserable, and Shane McMahon...you better have a damn good excuse! No one knows what to think! WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED? AAAAAAAAAA!! Showdown is INSANE!! NOTHING IS HAPPENING EVEN REMOTELY HOW ANYONE GUESSED!! ======================================================== (Back in the Chairmans skybox, with CEO Melissa Johnson!) 03: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!!!! MJ: (Fuming.) DAMMIT! This is not acceptable. Adam, Im sorry, I dont know what Shanes doing down there! 03: Oh, no no. I know you had nothing to do with this. This is just another example of a McMahon RUINING THE BUSINESS! DAMN! Melissa, you cant let this go unpunished. MJ: Oh, Im not. Shane can consider that his resignation, effective immediately from the position of Chief of Operations of Icon Championship Wrestling! (POP!!) 03: HA HA HA!! THATS JUSTICE, RIGHT THERE! MJ: Did you expect any less, Adam? Have you ever known me to mess around? 03: Nope, not once. And you know what? Its okay. The Prime Title Match is up next! And Im saying now, anyone from the Explosion roster who interferes with this match is SUSPENDED INDEFINITELY! (POP!!!!) 03: These fans are going to get the Prime Title Match they deserve, and this night is going to end on a classy note, no matter what it takes! (Sgt. Slaughter runs in, panting, wheezing.) SS: ADAM! SIR! SHANE MCMAHON JUST RAN TO THE RING AND INTERFERED WITH THE BRET HART, SHAWN MICHAELS MATCH! (Huff, puff.) 03: (Sigh.) Good eye, Sarge. Good eye. MJ: (Laughs.) ======================================================== Prime Title Match Rob Van Dam (c) v. Chris Benoit -------------------------------------------- Great, technical, fun match. A pleasure to watch. Start off with Benoit coming to the ring to boos, he's unphased. He's walking, smirking, wearing a tee-shirt that says "Prove Me Wrong!" and looking ready to rock. ONE OF A KIND! Rob Van Dam, the Explosion Prime Champion, is out next to a HUGE pop! The fans are WAY behind him, and want his title reign to be a long one...there's only one man out here who wants Chris Benoit to leave tonight as Prime Champion...and that's the Crippler, himself! Van Dam climbs into the ring quickly, sending Benoit out and under the ropes to pace outside the ring while Van Dam's theme blares, the crowd cheers, and the champ points to himself a few times as they chant his name. It's an electric moment, everyone knows Rob is in for the fight of his life, and that this match is going to be nothing short of amazing. Rob dances a bit in a fighting stance in the corner across from the challenger as he uses the steel stairs to climb into the ring. He steps through the ropes, stands in the corner, facing RVD, nodding, smirking, and rubbing his hands together. (BELL RINGS!) And this match is on! The crowd pops with excitement, like a sexy female intern in the grasp of Icon 01. (Booyeah!) However, Ed doesn't hold any power anymore and is pretty much gone...so send the interns to 02! Ha ha. Anyway, back to the match. They lock up and what follows is an epic technical match with long sequences that don't seem to end, reversals and dodges, and attempts to kick (RVD) and lock holds (Benoit) on the opponent. Both men know their opponent well, so they are ready for the match and have eachother scouted perfectly. Benoit is about to lock in the Crossface, Van Dam wriggles out of it shrewdly. Late in the match, Van Dam is about to hit the 5-Star Frog Splash...and Benoit gets his knees up, using Van Dam's temporary devastation to lock in the Crossface! I can't write this match well enough, so I'll have to just say it's a tech-fest with some great offense from both men and the crowd is way into it, booing Benoit (who taunts them constantly) and cheering Van Dam (who showboats like the old ECW days, taking advantage of times Benoit is knocked-down to pose and point to himself instead of capitalizing. Great match, I'd love to see it, I'd love to play it...in the end, nothing more can be said. It has to end, and it does like this...RVD, having gotten to the ropes to escape a THIRD Crossface of the night (and almost tapping before digging down deep to drag himself to the ropes), uses his speed and resiliancy to come back quickly, running on pure adrenaline as the crowd roars! He's pounding his fists into Benoit's head, throwing everything he's got, heart, soul, strength and resourcefulness, at his opponent, and Benoit is weakened, down, and tired after the long fight. The Prime Champion goes to the top, looks around, soaks in the love of these fans at the end of an INCREDIBLE night...and NAILS the Frog Splash! (SUPERPOP!) Down to pin after clutching his gut, 1, 2, 2. Wait...2? KICK OUT! 2!!!!!!!!!! How did Benoit DO that, wonder Mark and King! King is urging Benoit to get up, fight back, Mark says it's too late! Van Dam, in frustration, locks in a more twisted-up, technical cover...1, 2, TWO!!! Benoit has something left somehow! Van Dam, tired, angry, and at the end of his rope, pushes Benoit down and locks in a FIGURE FOUR ON BENOIT! Crowd pops like crazy as Benoit wretches in pain and reaches for the ropes, JUST out of reach! He raises his hand, starts to bring it down...and then, with his last ounce of strength...PUSHES HIMSELF OVER AND REVERSES THE PRESSURE ONTO RVD! Van Dam screams in pain, the crowd is cheering for him to get out, and Benoit grabs that rope for leverage. Van Dam screams louder, the ref sees it and breaks the hold. Rob clutches his knee and rolls around, and Benoit pulls himself up, pulls up Van Dam, hits a German Suplex...then ANOTHER...then...SLOWLY...A THIRD! Crowd pops a bit, Benoit goes to the top, step at a time, it looks like he has it when he dives off and SMACKS into Van Dam with his Flying Headbutt! Van Dam howls in pain, Benoit hooks the leg...1...2...3! Your winner...and NEEEEEEEW ICW Explosion Champion...CHRIS BENOIT! Nothing more can be said. RVD is loved, Benoit hated, but he holds the title high and we fade out on a classy note after the insanity that took place tonight. Hope you all enjoyed Showdown! Great matches, great moments...and tomorrow promises to be a GREAT follow-up! No Chaos sighting, but Kane and Shane McMahon both have a lot of explaining to do! GOOD NIGHT!