AWF Monday Night Showdown Week 116

Attitude Wrestling Federation

Fireworks and pyros explode as arena lights come back on! The diminutive sized crowd seems mixed with enthusiasm and curiosity as they await what they paid for. Suddenly, a familiar voice takes over:

Jim Ross: Welcome everyone! Ladies, gentlemen, children of all ages! Welcome! Welcome to the very first episode of the Attitude Wrestling Federation! Here in Reno, Nevada at the Lawlor Events Center! I’m Good old J.R! Jim Ross! And stuck with me for the ride is….

Jerry “The King” Lawler: Me! Jerry! The KING. Lawler! It’s good to have you….oh who am I kidding? I thought Cole was bad, but he wasn’t you! I don’t think I can suffer through your goofy dialogue again!

JR: I bet you can now, after you signed the contract for goofy money.

King: You are right about that J.R! Mr. Heyman was awfully generous!

JR: Mr. Heyman. You would never be that formal before. But speaking of the General Manager and Majority Owner of the AWF, here he comes now!

ECW’s Theme hits and after a few moments Paul Heyman appears on stage with a microphone in hand. He paces back and forth with a sinister smirk on his face until his music dies out and he pulls the mic up to his lips.

Heyman: Well, well. My, what a crowd we have this evening!

King: That’s sarcasm J.R!

Heyman: Welcome to the Attitude Wrestling Federation and Monday Night Showdown! I promise you all that I will not disappoint. I was able to acquire some of the top talent on the market out there today! And the AWF will not be what some of you are use to. My champions will not tell you take your vitamins and say your prayers. This extensive group of the world’s finest wrestlers will leave it all out in the ring! Blood, sweat, and tears. Broken bones and stitches. My champions will be real champions! The PG era is over.

The crowd starts to cheer at the sound of that.

Heyman: We all saw what the product was turned into when things got censored. When everything we loved about the business was scaled back! But not here. Not in the Attitude Wrestling Federation. And you may ask, why attitude? Well I’ll tell you why.

Heyman begins to pace back and forth while he continues his speech.

Heyman: Firstly, if anyone knows and more importantly respects what the WWE did during the Monday Night Wars, it’s me. It’s the owner and creator of Extreme Championship Wrestling. And that’s not to be confused with the joke you saw ON the WWE a few years ago. I’m talking about the real deal. Extreme and attitude, a term created by Jerry “The King” Lawler himself, go together so perfectly.

King: He’s right about that J.R! Bad Blood 1997!

JR: I remember your lawsuit, King.

Heyman: Attitude is what not only saved the WWE, but it saved wrestling. Abandoning it is why I now stand here before you with half the WWE’s talent. Ladies and gentlemen, allow us to go back to our roots. The inner voice inside ourselves that wants to see a real show, a real match, a real fight! Let us allow the attitude era to return in the AWF. Without further ado, the first match of the evening, and may I add the first in massive 32-man tournament to determine our first AWF World Heavyweight champion!

King: What?!

Heyman exits backstage and immediately “The Truth Reigns” hits! The formerly quiet and barely enthused crowd goes wild as former WWE and IFW star emerges on stage and raises his arm to the crowd. He walks down to the ring and rolls right in under the bottom rope. The crowd still in awe over 6 foot 4 exceptionally talented monster. He runs the ropes and stops dead in the center of the ring before shaking his arms in anticipation for the AWF’s first ever match. AWF ring announcer Howard Finkel finally gets a chance to do his job.

Finkel: The following match is scheduled for one fall! And it is a AWF Championship tournament Qualifying match! Standing in the…

Reigns shouts over out from the ring for Finkel to hurry it up and he jumps to his opponent and speaking fast.

Finkel: And his opponent, standing 6 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 260 pounds!

“Patriot” hits and Swagger slowly appears on stage to the apathetic crowd. He stares out to Reigns trying to look tough in a failing effort.

Finkel: Hailing from Perry, Oklahoma! Jack!! Swagger!!!

Swagger slowly makes his way down the ring trying to size up Reigns from the outside, even looking out to the crowd to buy some more time. The fans closest to the action jeer him and demand he enter. Swagger eventually makes his way up the steel steps and slowly enters through the ropes keeping his eyes on Reigns who continuously motions for him to enter.

AWF Championship Tournament Qualifying Match
Singles Match
Roman Reigns vs. Jack Swagger

Reigns is nearly dominate immediately, but Swagger does manage to show some toughness and resilience. Ultimately, Swagger’s strength and technique are no match for Reigns brute force. Roman Reigns hits the “Superman Punch” on Swagger at the 5:28 mark of the match and covers him for the pinfall.

Winner: Roman Reigns

The crowd erupts for Reigns and he raises his hands in victory and totally plays to the crowd. We shoot backstage to superstar Randy Orton admiring himself in the mirror, and the crowd can’t help but cheer as the AWF starts to seem more and more legit. The camera pans out and reveals Paul Heyman behind Orton with a large smile on his face. Orton looks in the reflection and is immediately startled and jumps.

Orton: What the hell are you doing, you creepy freak!?

Heyman: Sorry Randy. Is there anything I can get for you?

Orton ignores Heyman and continues with what he was doing. Heyman continues.

Heyman: I hope you’re ready for your match tonight. I fully expect to see you go all the way to the finals.

Orton continues to ignore Heyman’s clear admiration of his “top” talent and Heyman rubs his hands to together almost no longer seeing Orton, but dollar signs in attendance, PPV sales, and merchandise.

Heyman: Ok Randy. Don’t hesitate to ask if you need anything.

Heyman finally walks out of the locker room leaving Randy Orton still not interested, but confused nonetheless.

Orton: Weirdo.

JR: That was odd to say the least King.

King: No way JR! Randy Orton is what will put the AWF on the map and on top of the rest!

We shoot back to the ring which already has Damien Sandow inside and the crowd bustling, but not too impressed with the Intellectual Savior of the Masses. He’s removing his robe when “No More Words” hits and the crowd again freak out as the one and only Jeff Hardy appears on stage. Sandow looks around seeming in over his head, but remains calm and even confident as he motions for Hardy to get to the ring quickly.

Finkel: And his opponent!

Hardy takes off down the ramp obliging Sandow. He slides into the ring, leaps to his feet and immediately ducks under a clothesline as Finkel gives up his job and the bell sounds.

AWF Championship Tournament Qualifying Match
Singles Match
Damien Sandow vs. Jeff Hardy

Hardy gets off to a rockin start with quick crowd pumping and high flying maneuvers. Sandow does manage to mount his own offense, but Hardy is never really in any form of danger. In one last desperate attempt to win, Sandow gets a second wind and catches Hardy as he reaches the top of the turnbuckle. But Hardy swiftly clocks Sandow in the jaw sending him flying back down to the mat and finishing him off with the “Swanton Bomb” at the 8:55 mark of the matchup.

Winner: Jeff Hardy

The crowd loves it as Hardy stands on the top turnbuckle, bobs and moves how he does and the crowd goes right with it, loving every moment.

JR: King we’ve already seen some significant talent tonight! I wonder what Paul Heyman has in store for us next.

King: The sky is the limit JR! This is only the beginning.

*Commercial Break*

We come back from commercial and see Mr. Ken Anderson sitting in a comfy chair across from another empty comfy looking chair. He relaxes with a nice big smile on his face and waits. Then appearing from above and what seems like out of nowhere is a microphone being suspended from above as its lowered down perfectly to where he is sitting and he clutches it with his right hand and bringing it to his mouth. He speaks in a soft voice.

Anderson: Aaaannndeeerrrssssooonnnnn. Aaaaaaattttiiiitttuuuuuuuuuudeeeeee.

He stands and with it his voice does significantly as well, as he’s nearly screaming into the mic.

Anderson: MINSTER! AAAAAANNNNNDDDDEEERRRSSSSSOOOOONNNNNN!!!!!

Anderson detaches the microphone and starts speaking at a much more tolerable level, as he paces around the ring.

Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen! I want to welcome you all to the very first edition of Attitude Wrestling!

The crowd cheers.

Anderson: But more importantly. I want to welcome you to the very first episode of the Anderson’s Attitude Answers! Not the catchiest title, but it gets the job done. You all know how this works; I asked the questions, we get the answers!

The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Anderson stops pacing and settles in the middle of the ring.

Anderson: Anderson. Attitude. It goes so perfectly together. Let’s face it, Attitude is Anderson! Ha! So without further ado, allow me to introduce our first ever guest on our first ever show! The chairman of the board himsel….

Suddenly, we hear the loud sound of numbers counting down and the titantron showing the numbers counting down from 5, as the crowd goes bananas again.

“Break the Walls Down” hits and Chris Jericho emerges on stage, microphone in hand. He has a big smile on his face as the crowd goes crazy for him and he soaks it all in. Mr. Anderson sports his own grin, but of the unamused variety.

JR: It’s Y2J! Chris Jericho!

King: What’s he doing here? He's interrupting Mr. Anderson’s show!

The music dies down and Jericho raises the mic to his mouth, but as he attempts to speak, we instead hear Mr. Anderson.

Anderson: No. No, you’re not my guest. This is not the General Manager and majority Owner of AWF.

Y2J: No kidding, Jackass. I’m not here to be on your stupid knockoff show. I’m here to clear up a few things.

Anderson: This is my time slot Jericho. And I don’t want to talk to you or hear what the hell you have to say. You can whine and complain on your own time.

Jericho grins and continues on, speaking to what seems like the crowd.

Y2J: You see there’s a reason I chose to come out now. Because originally I wasn’t going to come out at all. But since this Ass Clown decided to walts his goofy ass out here and do the Hightlight Re….I’m sorry I mean “Anderson’s Attitude Answers” and even had the nerve to say that “Anderson is Attitude”. I just felt obliged to come on out and express my thoughts.

Anderson: Thanks Chris, but we’ll pass. Anyway, if Mr. Paul He…

Jericho loudly and angrily interrupts again.

Y2J: I couldn’t help but think! Think that this moron is taking my old Highlight Reel and turning it into a mockery interview segment. But if that wasn’t bad enough, you allowed that hole above your chin and below your schnoz to keep running! And that allowed you to utter this hilarious sentence: “Attitude is Anderson”. You do not know a damn thing about the attitude era, Junior!

The crowd cheers and really gets behind everything Jericho is saying.

Anderson: You came out here to cry about my show and my well thought out saying, that will be on t-shirts soon enough because you didn’t think of it first! You’re just a jealous has been!

Jericho immediately starts marching down to the ring and walks up the steps as Mr. Anderson has himself a laugh. Jericho enters the ring to engage in a war of words.

Anderson: I already told you Jealousco, you’re not my gue….

Just then, Jericho slams the microphone into Anderson’s forehead causing him to stumble. Both men drop their mics as Jericho continues his assault on Anderson with a variety of punches until Anderson gets away. He stands and charges Jericho, who sidesteps him and simultaneously shoves him sideways and he goes head first into one of those nice comfy chairs. Mr. Anderson and the chair go flying backwards and he winds up rolling under the bottom rope and to safety, before Jericho can do any further damage. Mr. Anderson holds his head and screams at Jericho, pointing at him furiously, but also walking backwards and up the ramp. Jericho grins at Anderson and then bends over to pick up one of the fallen microphones.

Y2J: Attitude IS Jericho!

The crowd roars as Anderson vows payback and disappears backstage.

Y2J: And ONLY I am the best at what I do!

Jericho leaves the ring heads up the ramp as AWF officials quickly clean the ring. The crowd continues to cheer for Jericho until he disappears backstage.

JR: What an encounter! Jericho showing Mr. Anderson what’s what!

King: Please JR. Jericho had no right to be there. That was Mr. Anderson’s time!

JR: But he was stealing Jericho’s show and even catchphrases!

King: When? I didn’t hear that.

*commercial break*

We shoot back to the ring and see Mark Henry already inside waiting for his first round opponent.

Finkel: And his opponent, standing 6 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 267 pounds! Hailing from Dublin, Ireland…….SHEAMUS!

“Written In My Face” hits and the Celtic Warrior marches out from backstage and down the ramp to the delight of the fans. He wastes no time getting into the ring and showing off a bit before his music dies out and the match bell rings. A short stare down takes place between the two monsters.

AWF Championship Tournament Qualifying Match
Singles Match
Mark Henry vs. Sheamus

An epic clash begins as these two competitors really have their hands full with each other for a first round matchup. Henry controls most of the match that sees both men in and out of the ring several times. The match has a PPV feel with both men wanting to advance. Henry gains the upper hand late in the contest and holds Sheamus up for the “World’s Strongest Slam”, a desperate Sheamus elbows Henry in the side of the head and wiggles free. Henry quickly attempts a clothesline which is dodged. Henry turns around only to eat a “Brogue Kick” to the face and Sheamus gets the pinfall before Henry can recover, scoring the victory at the 13:04 mark of the match.

Winner: Sheamus

Sheamus celebrates as Henry rolls out of the ring. Sheamus even heads backstage after awhile and the crowd is witnessed to a Mark Henry temper tantrum that sees several steel stairs fly, the announce table shoved way out of position, and he finishes his fit by kicking the steel steps, causing them to come apart and flip away several times.

JR: What a match, King!

King: Yeah! But what’s Henry’s problem? He’s acting like a little kid who just lost in AWF 2k15! Haha!

*commercial break*

We shoot back to the ring as we see Howard Finkel standing in the center and happy he can finally do his job uninterrupted.

Finkel: The following match is an AWF Championship Tournament Qualifying Match! Introducing first, standing 6 feet and 6 inches and weighing in at 232 pounds! Hailing from Austin, Texas…..GOLDUST!

“Goldust” hits and out walks the risqué athlete with his usual odd antics. Some hardcore fans enjoy it, while others don’t know what to think.

Finkel: And his opponent, standing….

“Voices” hits and Randy Orton appears on stage with the crowd’s pop drowning out anything Howard Finkel is saying. Orton takes his time walking down to the ring, looking out to the crowd, and soaking it all in. He slides into the ring and does his usual get up. The crowd finally dies down and Orton locks onto Goldust.

AWF Championship Tournament Qualifying Match
*Main Event*
Singles Match
Goldust vs. Randy Orton

Goldust puts up a decent fight, but Randy Orton seems to be almost toying with Goldust. At the 4:31 mark of the match Orton his the RKO and picks up an easy “W”.

Winner: Randy Orton

Orton celebrates as Paul Heyman quickly makes his way down the ramp. He nearly bumps into Goldust, who is heading the other way, and gives an odd look. He then goes back to grinning from ear to ear. He grabs a microphone and gets into the ring. He grabs Orton’s arm and raises it in victory.

Heyman: Did you see that ladies and gentlemen? Did you see that dominance from truly the best in the world?! This man will put AWF on top of the competition!

JR: What’s with Heyman’s lovefest with Orton?

King: Are you kidding? Orton is the crown jewel of the AWF! He’s our ticket to the big time!

JR: AWF has tons of talent besides Randy Orton, as great as he is.

King: You kill me, JR!

Orton nods his head in agreement with Heyman, but remaining wary of his odd antics.

Heyman: There is no doubt in my mind that Randy Orton, The Apex Predator, will be the first ever AWF Champion! As a matter of fact, he will not onl….

Suddenly, “I Walk Alone” hits and the crowd loses it as Paul Heyman turns his with his jaw over dramatically dropped. Randy Orton doesn’t seem to enthused as his first victory celebration has turned into something completely different.

JR: Batista! It’s Batista!

King: What’s he doing here!?

Batista appears from backstage dressed in full wrestling attire and the crowd gets even louder. He grins and even does his usual entrance, fireworks and all just to pump up the crowd as he remains on stage. The music dies down and Batista speaks.

Batista: You know, I wasn’t scheduled for anything tonight. I actually planned on hitting Caesar’s Roulette tables and maybe some Blackjack, but I couldn’t help but want to stick around and see how this first show went with you running the show Heyman. That, and they had a couple of slot machines in the back. Gotta love Vegas.

Randy Orton snatches the mic from Heyman.

Orton: Get to the point Dave!

Batista: Ah, my old friend from our Evolution days. Nice win over a 45 year old cross dressing freak. Now shut up.

The crowd cheers as Orton moves around the ring furiously and Heyman still remains still staring out to Batista.

Batista: You see I decided to share my thoughts tonight because well I just couldn’t stand this Randy Orton lovefest that Paul Heyman has been going on about all night. It made me sick to my stomach, but to each his own. But then I witness a handful of good tournament qualifying matches, especially that Henry/Sheamus showdown. Which if I remember correctly, was originally the Main Event this evening. I wonder why that changed? But either way, it was good quality television. But then for the “real” Main Event, I’m treated to the “Crown Jewel” of the AWF take on poor old Goldust in a snooze fest. Something just doesn’t sit well with me right there.

Heyman: The seeding for the AWF tournament was all completely randomized!

Batista: Right. Next week you paying customers will get to witness myself take on Samoa Joe.

The crowd pops.

Batista: There is no doubt that the Animal will advance, but it’s not exactly a handpicked cake walk, like we just witnessed a couple minutes ago. So Paul, when I go the distance and I’m sure you’ll find a way to get your prized possession to the finals, I will be happy to give these hard working fans EXACTLY what they paid for!

With that Batista drops the mic and his music hits again. Heyman and Orton start screaming out to Batista who grins and walks away leaving them and the roaring crowd.

JR: Good God Almighty! What a Main Event for next! And it’s only a first round match up!

King: Completely random, JR.

JR: You can’t honestly believe that King!

King: Of course I can! Batista is just jealous that Heyman knows Orton is the AWF’s top dog and not him!

JR: We will see! Goodnight everyone!

Last edited by LHeat87 (Wed-15-Oct-2014 22:31:00)