The AWF & Jack Daniels presents: Deep Freeze 12/22/02

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The AWF & Jack Daniels presents: Deep Freeze 12/22/02

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Jobber Voice Over as video shows of Stone Cold Skywarp, Blaster_86, Thundercracker84, Vin Ghostal, Redstreak, & RCOSD…

Six men…all with different styles…all from different backgrounds…fighting for the same common goal…to reign supreme as Champion of the AWF. For some this is there first attempt to capture such glory…while for others it is a chance to regain what they lost….and for one the fight to hold on to the glory and respect he fought so hard to gain. Tonight…these six warriors face each other in an elimination match…with the survivor being crowned…Champion…

(the images shift from the six members of the Six Pack challenge to the Commissionership)

Also tonight…a corrupt force that has ruled the AWF for months faces its greatest threat as two friends and champions of the people rise up to claim the power he so easily abuses.

The images fade to black and the pyro ignites the United Center in Chicago Illinois.

JFA: “Welcome everyone to the sold out United Center here in the Windy City. Welcome to AWF DEEP FREEZE! WE have a tremendous show tonight, with a Triple Main Event and all titles will be up for grabs…and perhaps even more important J, the AWF’s Commissionership will be on the line as Mr. Reilly takes on both God Jinrai and the returning Game!”

JHA: “Unfair odds…this is a sham…but the Commish tells me that he has an insurance policy in play and you know they always work out for him!”

JFA: “Also in the other parts of our main events, Sixswitch and HBK Sean O’Con will continue their rivalry…”

JHA: “A battle of egos to say the least!”

JFA: “And finally the AWF Title will be decided in a Six Pack Elimination Challenge!”

JFA: “To kick things off tonight, let’s send it backstage to Keith Kincaid who is with Bombshell! KEITH!”

UPF vs. “The Mad Bomber” Bombshell

Cameras go backstage and find Cyberstrike and Bombshell in full cWo garb standing with Kevin Kincaid.

KK: I'm standing with The Mad Bomber and his cWo comrade Cyberstrike. Gentlemen, anything to say about the big clash against UPF tonight.
Cyberstrike: Lemme tell you something, Kincaid...for months now, The Mad Bomber's been aching, been yearning, been waiting for the kind of cWo beating that UPF has deserved ever since the first time he set foot in the AWF. And at Meltdown, he showed the world exactly the condition UPF's gonna end up in tonight...flat on his back, with the EMT's all around him. Tell 'em, Bomber.
Bombshell: UPF! Tonight's the night! Yeah yeah yeah! Tonight's the night! Pain is here, and they call pain The Mad Bomber! You're done! Done done done! The only way outta this jam is to call it quits! So whatcha gonna do when I smear the mat....with your face.

RA: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is scheduled for one fall. About to enter the arena, from Maple Ridge, British Columbia, representing the cWo....The Mad Bomber, Bombshell!!

JFA: And once again we hear Limp Bizkit as The Mad Bomber heads for the ring, a crazed look in his eye.
JHA: This is a big night for the cWo, J, and it starts right here!
JFA: Bombshell coming to the ring alone....I think he feels he's gotta prove something here tonight against his bitter rival.
JHA: Rival, nothing. These two absolutely HATE each other!

RA: And his opponent, from San Francisco, California....UPF!

JFA: And UPF comes through the curtains to a TREMENDOUS reaction from the crowd! Draped in the American flag and all!

With the American flag wrapped around his shoulders, UPF slowly climbs into the ring, then drapes the flag over the corner post and locks up with Bombshell to start the match. Bombshell wraps UPF into a headlock, then spins around and trips UPF to the mat, then drops an elbow right onto the back of UPF's head. Bouncing up, Bombshell heaves UPF into the ropes and throws a dropkick, but UPF holds onto the ropes and lets Bombshell's head hit the mat. UPF scores with a legdrop, then goes for a cover that barely gets two.

Heaving Bomber into the ropes, UPF scores with a side suplex, but when he goes to the second turnbuckle and goes for an elbowdrop, Bombshell easily slides out of the way. Getting to his feet, Bombshell scores with a bodyslam, picks him up again, walks to a corner, and hits a big running powerslam! A cover..1....2.....kick out by UPF. The two bounce back up and UPF hits a boot to the midsection, then jumps up to the top rope. Before he can fly, however, Bomber throws himself into the ropes, and UPF falls groin-first onto the top turnbuckle. Leaping onto the ropes on the inside, Bomber sets up UPF for a huge superplex, but in a great feat of strength, UPF reverses the move, heaves Bombshell into the air, and drops him all the way over the ropes and all the way down to the rock-solid concrete floor!!!

JFA: Good gawd!! Good gawd!!! Bombshell fell all the way from the top rope to the arena floor!
JHA: What's UPF doing?! Stop him!!
JFA: UPF, looking to fly....no! Don't do it! Moonsault from the top rope onto the concrete floor!!! Both men are laid out!!!

The referee puts the count on both men after those incredible moves, and both men make it back inside at 8. As the two men stand, UPF goes for a right hand, but Bombshell grabs him around the throat and hits a big chokeslam! As UPF slowly gets back to his feet, Bombshell boots him in the midsection and scores with the Atom Bomb jacknife powerbomb!

JFA: He hit it! It's over!
JHA: 1...2....3!!!
JFA: No! No! Foot on the ropes!
JHA: That's cheating!
JFA: Bombshell absolutely furious with the referee...now he turns his attention back to UPF...whip into the ropes...and a second chokeslam! Bombshell....where's he going? To the top?!
JHA: No, Bomber! Don't do it!
JFA: Bombshell looking to fly....NO! UPF catches him in midair, and nails him with the Sky High!!!! Unbelievable! 1...2....3!!!! What a win for UPF, and what a match!

UPF rolls over, hurt but victorious! Bombshell holds his head in frustration as UPF quickly grabs the American flag, slides from the ring, and heads for the back!

Ravage v Deathscream

JFA: “This could be a good one J, we’ve got Deathscream’s return tonight, and he’s looking for revenge on Ravage, who is continuing his quest to dismantle the cwo”
JHA: “No doubt about it, this one should be a barn burner”

‘I Will Be Heard’ blasts through the AWF arena speakers, as Ravage steps out to a chorus of mixed cheers. He walks down the aisleway, high fiving the fans. As he reaches about halfway to the ring, Deathscream runs out of the back and blindsides his competitor with a clothesline to the back. Deathscream continues to attack his foe in the aisle, nailing punches and kicks, before ddt-ing Ravage right onto the concrete floor. Deathscream then picked Ravage up by the hair and brought him to ringside, before whipping Ravage into the steel steps on the outside.

JFA: “Such devastation early on by Deathscream…and the match hasn’t even officially started yet”
JHA: “Yeah, I know, great strategy here by the cwo man, take him out early and fast”
JFA: “Deathscream rolls Ravage into the ring and there is the bell to officially start this match. Deathscream looking for an early win here, 1..2..shoulder up”

Deathscream picks up Ravage, but Rav manages to get in a quick punch to the gut, he bounced off the ropes, but ran right into a big boot from Deathscream. Ravage got up quickly, but again ran right into the waiting Deathscream, who hit a hard sidewalk slam, and again went for a cover, but again only got a two count in. Frustrated, Deathscrea, argued with referee Mike McCormick, but this only gave Ravage time to recover. As Deathscream turned around, Ravage nailed him with a big right hook that sent the cwo man stumbling back into the corner. Ravage proceeded to do a few quick knee lifts into the gut, before stepping back and lining up for a big clothesline, which he nailed. Ravage then lifted Deathscreaml into a seated position on the top turnbuckle.

JHA: “No…this is crazy, he isn’t going to superplex him, is he?”
JFA: “I think that is exactly what Rav had in mind. Mind you, that Ravage himself is near the 7 foot mark, making this elevation before impact, quite immense”
JHA: “Oh my god, look at that strength, he is holding Deathscream in a vertical suplex…while he is still standing on the top two ropes!!!!”
JFA: “Very impressive indeed…and ouch…that’s gotta be a major hurt to Deathscream’s back. Ravage looking for the pin here…1…2….no. Deathscream managed to get a shoulder up”

Deathscream slowly rose to his feet, Ravage all the while waiting for him. As Deathscream got to his feet and turned around, he was met with a boot to the gut. Ravage lifted him up in an inverted fireman’s carry. He then tossed Deathscream up, and hit a powerful hangover. Ravage went for the pin, but Mirage had run down to the ring and jumped on the apron distracting the referee. As Mirage did this, D-Extreme jumped over the guardrail, and slid into the ring. He pulled Ravage off of Deathscream and nailed the big man with a an X-ocution. He then placed Deathscream on top of Ravage, before sliding out of the ring, cueing Mirage to jump down from the apron, both men proceeded back to the locker room.

JFA: “No, not like this, not because of those Jackals. 1…2…NO!!!! Ravage got his shoulder up. Ravage kicked out just in the nick of time”
JHA: “Impossible…that was three ref, don’t you know how to count?”
JFA: “Both men, slow to get to their feet now.”

Both men arose around the same time. Deathscream went looking for a big boot to the face, but Ravage ducked it, and caught Deathscream’s leg on his shoulder. He then locked his arms around Deathscream’s back in a high cradle, before hitting a hard suplex. Ravage managed to bridge the suplex into a pinning combination, getting the 1,2,3 for the solid victory over Deathscream. Ravage rolled out of the ring, and walked up the aisle, with his arms raised in triumphant victory.

[/b]Turbo Charger v Starscreamer[/b]

JHA: “Aaah Chicago, Chicago it’s... my kinda townnnn”
JFA: “And we’re going to bless it with much spectacular violence for tonight’s next match up, brought to you courtesy of... Starscreamer”!!!

Pyro’s shoot into the sky as the Atlantan dances down the aisle to his brand new theme music; ‘Its Raining Men’. The crowd cheer as the popular sportsman flips over the top ropes to greet his fans.

JFA: “Dishing out plenty of Christmas cheer to a packed stadium, that’s our Starscreamer, sporting the most lurid ultramarine spandex Day-Glo jumpsuit with red and silver sequins. Whatta showman”!
JHA: “Yup, and now here comes his opponent, Turbo charger”!

A loud war cry blasts from the speakertrons, the people look up in shock and amazement as the cameras pan to a set of scaffolding in the stadium ceiling. Suddenly, Turbo Charger swoops down on a rope, long dark cape flowing in the wind. Over the heads of cheering fans he flies, until finally he lets go at the crucial moment, somersaulting straight into the center of the ring. He removes his cape and rolls it quickly. The bell rings, and he begins horsewhipping Starscreamer on the ass with it! The Georgianite yelps and jumps about for a while. The audience treated to a rather odd comedy moment. The gallant and ever so slightly insane Turbo Charger pursuing his prey with all the grace and candour of a bull elephant.

JHA: “Flashy start to the proceedings. Can Turbo whip up a snowstorm? Or will Starscreamer beat him into a silent night”?
JFA: “Here comes your answer J”.

Like the turning of the tides, Starscreamer ceases his fleeing, spinning around to grab the cape and pulling viciously on it. The tug catches Turbo Charger completely unawares and sends him slamming into the mat. Quickly he spins over, but Starscreamer is in like flint to deliver a crushing snap suplex. The crowd wail with delight at the pain inflicted. As Turbo goes down, ‘screamer goes to work; leg drop, neck breaker, four repeated body blows, quite literally an infernal battering worthy of any member of the Village People. Without letting a second pass, Starscreamer picks up Turbo Charger and attempts to whip him into the ropes, but the move is reversed! Turbo with a sudden burst of energy, possibly calling upon the strengths of the gods of Valhalla! Starscreamer careers into the ropes, bounces off them, and finds Turbo’s hand wrapped around his neck. He gasps, his entire body held in the air for a solid second.

JHA: “Whoa”!

SLAAAAM! piledriven into the mat head first! The force of the impact so very hard that he bounces up again, to be met with a secondary punch to the solar plexus. Starscreamer is all over the floor in agony as Turbo Charger scuttles about the ring like Dr. Jekyll. He picks up his cape and wraps it around ‘screamer’s neck pulling him up backwards, jamming the heel of his boot into ‘screamer’s back. With a great deal of struggling, Starscreamer fights hard. Grabbing both strands of the cape, he tugs them again with a mighty strength belying his seemingly mild exterior. Turbo is pulled down sharply and gets a screaming fist right between the eyes for good measure. A quick sledgehammer and kidney punch allows Starscreamer to get to his feet. He whips the cape away from its fallen owner and tosses it into the crowd, a definite article of worth, it sails into the lucky hands of a random fan, forever to be treasured as a unique AWF memento of both Turbo Charger and the Deep Freeze PPV.

The capeless wonder crawls to his feet as Starscreamer climbs the turnbuckles. Looking around drunkenly, he manages to focus just in time to see ‘screamer fly through the air towards him. Turbo throws out two mighty arms in defence, and actually catches ‘screamer in mid air!

JHA: “Wow! What strength”!
JFA: “Who is that masked man”?
JHA: “Who cares, I’m more worried about where he’s goin”!

Starscreamer’s velocity is too great to be held in check by a static Turbo, and the man from the University of Maine stumbles backward, ‘screamer still held above him. Gaining momentum, he stumbles quicker and quicker backward into the ropes. Both men tumble over them and crash into the floor below, the crowd screaming with good cheer.

JHA: “This is mildly incredible! Both men are out of the ring! Both are clearly in a LOT of pain. The referee is beginning his ten count. This match could now be anyone’s, or it could be a DQ for the both of them”!
JFA: “I don’t believe that will happen J, not on this night, this night of holy nights, so near to Christmas... the fans deserve more than this”.

Starscreamer drags himself into a vertical position, and with as much style as possible, he hauls his suddenly extremely heavy body into the ring. Turbo showing signs of life, but the ref has reached the five count now. ‘Screamer getting his breath back in the ring, and Turbo finding it tough getting back in there. Six... seven, clawing at the canvas, but the pain in his back is preventing him from climbing back in! Eight.... nine... suddenly a hand shoots out from under the bottom rope, pulling Turbo Charger up and in just before the ‘10’ is delivered. Turbo coughs and wheezes. Starscreamer gives him breathing room as the fans cheer his good sportsmanship.

JHA: “OK I wasn’t quite expecting that. What’s he gonna do for an encore? Marry the guy”?
JFA: “’Screamer just wants a complete match, and most probably a complete victory for his video collection in time for the New Year is all”.

Turbo hacks and coughs some more, Starscreamer goes over to help him up, but the Maine-iac slaps his hand away. Theatrically, Starscreamer backs away with his hand in the air, as if slighted by the masked marauder’s riposte. He looks to the fans for inspiration, who deliver a thumbs down verdict. He agrees, time to take this one down, ‘Screamer style!

Turbo Charger gets to his feet, feeling very groggy from the fall, using all he has left just to stay up. Starscreamer makes a special signal, and the stadium lights flicker as two great mirror balls descend from the ceiling. Coloured spotlights go into overdrive and ‘screamer unzips the bottom of his slacks to reveal a fantastic and ultra cool set of flares! He clicks small button’s on the back of his boots, extra high heels flip down! Unbuttoning a small sleeve around neck portion of his jumpsuit reveals the widest lapels! Disco music kicks in suddenly and the mirror balls start spinning. Starscreamer starts dancing, the end is nigh.

JHA: “Oh wow! What a treat! Starscreamer pulling out all the stops to impress the audience tonight”!

Turbo Charger is slightly amused by all the disco finery, but is nevertheless steeled and prepared for the well-choreographed onslaught to follow. But Starscreamer is going completely ad-lib! He moonwalks around his opponent, stuns him with an aerial spin kick, full nelson, then a leg lace take down. The music’s pumping, the house is getting on down. ‘Screamer in total control, flexes his knuckles and performs a few hip thrusts while pointing his hand to the air, then the floor. Turbo in real trouble, dazzled by the lights, his prowess blinded by the pain. Starscreamer sets up, goes for it, and makes it.... the TURBO AIR SPIN!!! Hammers into Turbo Charger, who smacks into the mat, and he is out of there! The crowd are going wild. Starscreamer makes for the cover, 1... 2... 3!!!! The bell rings, Starscreamer victorious, and the fans are uncontrollable!

JFA: “What an ending, what a showstoppa! Starscreamer wins his match here on Deep Freeze”.

The bass line is making the crowd vibrate along the floor, but they don’t care, they’re too busy cheering on Starscreamer and his fantastic dance moves. The cameras catch him from all angles, a young Travolata would have nothing on this guy. Tonight, he owns them. Tonight, is his night. Deep Freeze, deep funk, and the stadium belongs to the man from Atlanta, Georgia.

Tag Team Title match: Lock & King v D-Extreme & Cyberstrike

JHA: “Welcome back entertainment-sports fans. Coming up next we have the incredible match up for the Tag-Team Championship. A lot of fire and brimstone in this division, as anyone whose been following the AWF for any length of time will know”.
JFA: “And the challengers, Cyberstrike and D-Extreme are ready to reign down hell on earth in their attempt to wrestle the gold from the team they feel are unworthy, the team that were simply handed the belts”.
JHA: “That’s what tonight's’ all about J; pure, unchecked aggression. **** a shout out people, here come the boys”.

‘No Chance’ by Dope fills the arena air particles as Cyberstrike and D-Extreme make their way down the aisle. They strut proudly, muscles gleaming, flexing under the bright stadium lights. Cyberstrike is about ready to rip the tag champs into tiny, tiny pieces. D high fives with the fans along the guardrails. They climb into the ring together, looking mean, looking nasty. All the bases are loaded, time to hit a home run and send the cWo screaming into the history books and glory unbound. There will be suffering; there will be pain. This is their shot at the big time.

And that’s when N-trance’s ‘Stayin Alive ‘95’ hits. The crowd erupt to the sound of funk and heavy bass beats. The Lock and the King appear at the entrance ramp to a standing ovation. The Foundation out in full force tonight for Deep Freeze; the rootinest, shootinest, ass-whoopin-est fight fest of the year. Predaking, who had at one time been a champion body builder, poses for the cameras. His gold belt shining like a beacon in the sea of faces. The fans love him, a perennial fighter, always ready to kick ass. The Lock is a no less impressive collection of tightly packed hard-hitting action. With a heavy set brow, he glares menacingly toward the cWo scum in the ring, bones will break like dry sticks tonight, sure as eggs is eggs.

The Tag Champs make an extended stay in the aisle greeting their fans, giving ample time for King’s entrance music, Linkin Parks ‘In The End’ to take hold and entrance the intense crowd to the brilliance of them both. D and ‘Strike pace the ring, heckling them to get a move on. Frustrated, D-Extreme slides from the ring, whips a spare microphone from the table of the Mauritanian judge and hurls it at the champs. It catches the king square on the head, and they turn immediately like snarling dogs. Cyberstrike catches their alertness, he doesn’t need to call D-Extreme, the big man is already back in the ring. Two cameramen follow directly behind Lock and King, their gigantic neck muscles casting raw shadows along the length of their shoulders. Above them, the two challengers are standing their ground. Fight is venom, is lust, is adrenaline. Let the blood of others coarse your soul and overwhelm your senses to make you battle past your barriers. Tag wrestling is the blood sport of choice for these barbarians, the battle cry of pounding flesh is their mistress, the love slurp of tenderised loins their concubine, for perpetuity and afterwards.

The Champions enter the ring; everyone is immediately in everyone else’s faces. The referee darts in between them. It takes all his strength to prize them apart. Slowly but surely, he forces Cyberstrike and Lock out of the ring to their respective corners. King looks into D’s eyes, there’s intent there, vicious intent. Predaking grins; this will be fun.

JHA: “God-damn someone get me a gas mask, the testosterone is overpowering”.
JFA: “Fire up the Ambulances somebody, this could get very brutal”.

The bell rings, King head butts D-Extreme in a split second. Stunned, D is totally unprepared for what comes next. The champ takes one step back and punches him in the ear. Even more stunned, D stumbles about the ring. In shock he can do nothing else but tag in his opponent. Upon seeing the tag, Predaking casually places his pinky finger in Lock’s palm, the changeover is made, and the blood flows. Grimlock positively flies over the top rope and barrels into Cyberstrike. The former NTO boss is prepared; he deftly flips Lock sideways and sends him sprawling across the floor. Lock dives back up to be met by a sunset flip, Cyberstrike then backflips away and tags his now charged up comrade, who is very angry indeed.

JHA: “Strategic play from Cyberstrike. He’s meaning business, no messing around with emotions, he goes in, makes his play, then straight out again. Impressive”.
JFA: “And D-Extreme is certainly feeding off that vibe, look at him go”.

A massive crack upside Lock’s head sends him down hard. He rolls, and retaliates with a sudden low sweep that knocks D-Extreme off his feet. King stands silent in his corner, he knows his teammate well, Lock won’t let this go just yet. Indeed, Lock spins his legs around in the air and stylishly flips back up like a breakdancer. He gets in between D’s legs and shoots a rapid fist into his side. Then another to the opposite side. D instinctively pulls his knees up to his torso to protect himself, but Lock is in the way, and he grinds his fist again into D’s kidney. D-Extreme howls with pain, his opponent has got him fair and square.

JHA: “Fast times at Ridgemont High for the Extreme one. If he doesn’t’ think of something fast, Lock will beat him to a pulp and retain the gold”.

He senses the next move. Incapacitated as he is, D-Extreme knows full well the courageous brawler Grimlock will jump at any opportunity for victory, a pin is in the offing. Quickly he shoots spittle into Locks eyes. As the Lock reels back squinting, D shoots his fist into his enemy’s mouth. Grimlock loses the opportunity, and cabin pressure is lost, an unfair move has changed the course of the battle. Unable to move his upper body for the pain in his kidneys, D-Extreme pushes himself backward with his legs. His sweaty body slithers along the canvas. He reaches his corner; Cyberstrike touches him, pulls him out, and shoots headlong into the Lock.

JFA: “Another tag! King not looking too happy about the proceedings now”.

Still Predaking remains silent, but only just. Cyberstrike drops the Lock in an atomic drop, then lifts and drops him again in a German suplex. The floor rocks to the sound of violence, and the air thunders to the sound of a million screaming Lock and King fans. ‘Strike nails him with a superb kick to the sternum, and carries on the beating with a series of elbow drops. He lets the Lock struggle to his feet, and then floors him again with a double leg takedown. Checking on his compatriot for a moment, he sees D-Extreme needs a little longer to recuperate. No matter, there’s plenty of time. Cyberstrike lifts up Lock by the throat and looks him over. He sneers toward Predaking, and tosses the Lock at him. King catches him; the tag is effectively made. Cyberstrike is supremely confident; Lock’s partner is mere cannon fodder. He can almost taste the gold; this is as it should be.

Predaking slaps his teammate on the shoulder; a little time will bring him back to fighting fitness. King ploughs in with all guns blazing, Cyberstrike does the same. The effect is the like an explosion. They trade blows, punch after punch, and kick after kick. The amount of power these men contain could light up a small city over the entire Christmas period. King pulls off a stunning rocket punch to Cyberstrike’s head, and the flow of battering is quelled. Taking the opportunity, he makes good his advantage by dropping Cyberstrike in a tilt-a-whirl slam. Like a bolt of lightning King makes for the turnbuckle, the crowd roaring, a fantastic and fanciful leap into the night air with a harrowing two footed kick to ‘Strike’s head once again. And the former NTO boss is really feeling the heat now, the gap in their comparative strengths widening. He scurries for the corner, tags in D-Extreme who is perking up considerably. Predaking takes him and goes for the piledriver, but D reverses the move and pounds him into the canvas! The fans look on in shock. Grimlock urging his compatriot to move, king does so, but slowly.

JHA: “What a move by D-Extreme there. Really sticking it to tha man now”.
JFA: “This match is hotting up J, the Champions not having an easy time of it at all”.

D-Extreme lunges to maul his opponent, but King lashes out with a kick to the gut. It stops D in his tracks, blood vessels on his neck pumping furiously. Like the true champ he is, Predaking turns things around again by securing D-Extreme in a tight hurricanrana, smashing him into the canvas. He floats for the cover, the ref dives in, one... two... kick out! D-Extreme lives to fight another day. Cyberstrike on tender hooks as he watches his friend take the battle by the horns.

JHA: “Very close call. King practically had that tied up”.
JFA: “Practically isn’t good enough J. I practically nailed your wife this morning, but you had to come home early like a schmuck”.
JHA: “What? What are you complaining about, I gave you plenty of time. My wife tells me she’s had quicker vaccinations… but not by much”.

Predaking grabs D-Extreme firmly, and the two lock up in the center of the ring in a fearsome test of strength. The fans are lapping it up, two fighters using their full endurance to beat the other one down. D is tiring, King gaining rapidly now, and he’s got him, locks him down with a vice like grip and throws him across the ring with colossal strength. D-Extreme flies straight into the ref, collapsing on top of him. As he moves away, the King glances down. The ref is out cold. He looks to the Lock, Cyberstrike realises the next course of action in an instant, death or glory time.

JHA: “Wow! All four men in the ring at once! This is getting crazy”.
JFA: “No rules now, the ref is unconscious. The next few moments could determine the championship”.

As Grimlock pounds away on D-Extreme, Cyberstrike performs an amazing spinning bird kick on the King. The Lock intervenes between beatings and clonks Cyberstrike on the skull before he can fire off another move. King rallies with a sidewalk slam, high energy moves with high pain levels in sheer abundance now. Cyberstrike isn’t about to let the gold fly from his grasp. Clutching his chest, he climbs up to the top turnbuckle and fearlessly (or perhaps stupidly), goes for the gusto with a missile drop kick. It connects perfectly with the Lock, just barely missing D-Extreme by inches. D helps Cyberstrike up from his power move. The Lock is in trouble, King by himself now. The cWo men charge, double clotheslining him. Then D-Extreme goes up top. Cyberstrike reads his partners’ intent and positions himself in front of D. The big man leaps almost vertically into the air, much to the amazement of the fans, then flips over with his hands pointing downward. Cyberstrike puts his own hands up to the sky and catches him with precision. He holds D-Extreme there for a second, the two looking like part of an acrobatic team, then ’Strike manoeuvres D’s body to bring him crashing down like a tree onto the King. The effect is devastating. King is almost out cold.

JHA: “No way, that was incredible. I’ve never seen that before”.
JFA: “Cyber and D showcasing some new powerhouse moves on Deep Freeze, they truly are a force to be reckoned with”.

The impact shakes the Lock free of his daze, just as his partner falls into one. It’s still one man against two, but now D is low on energy, that ultra high performance move taking a lot out of him. He goes in first, knowing its best to let Cyberstrike stay as healthy as possible, he being the stronger of the two at this point.

JFA: “D-Extreme taking on the Lock now, but Lock is playing with him. King suffering on the mat; that image seemingly spurring the fight in the Lock”.

A hard tussle ensues, but eventually D gets the stuffing knocked out of him by an enraged Lock. As D hits the mat with a dull thud, he prays that he has done enough for his partner. Cyberstrike readies himself. It’s just him and the Lock left, he imagines the gold as D-Extreme passes out, and meets up with Grimlock for the final battle.

JFA: “This is it folks, the King and D-Extreme are out of it. It’s just these two now, the gold could go either way. Lock is beaten and bruised to merry hell, Cyberstrike has telling injuries, this is just too close to call”.

With a sudden burst of calculated speed, Lock leaps over D-extreme’s body and chokeslams Cyberstrike. Cyberstrike manages a neck chop on Lock, and a lucky punch to the family jewels gives him the upper hand. The Lock in an unbelievable amount of pain; Cyberstrike on his final dregs of energy. He hammers Lock again and again, lifting up his head with one hand, and smacking it down with the other. Exhausted, he attempts to tie Lock up in a submission move. The ref is starting to come around. The crowd are chanting Lock’s name feverishly, he’s desperately trying to feed off their energy.

JFA: “C’mon Lock, squeeze a little more juice out of the tank, that’s all you need”.
JHA: “What is he, a car? ‘Strike’s got this match now, he can’t possibly lose”.

With muscles and tendons screaming for oxygen, Lock roars with anger. Cyberstrike holding him steadfastly, time is ticking by, the ref slowly getting to his feet, not paying any attention to the goings on.

JFA: “This is going on too long, he’s going to do Lock some serious damage”.
JHA: “Oh so what, everyone gets damaged, everyone gets broken this and dislocated that at some point in their career, and everyone comes back to beat the tar out of another guy eventually. Get off the edge of your seat for fcuk’s sake and get ready to hand the gold over to the cWo”.

The referee is almost back to normal now, and the fans are going mental. Lock with an extremely red face, Cyberstrike in an obvious amount of pain desperately keeping the hold in place. Finally the ref is down on the mat, looking for a tap. Lock won’t give it up. Cyberstrike howling in anguish, his own muscles beginning to lock up through over exertion. Finally the hold is broken, he falls backward, limbs shaking like jelly. Lock lies destroyed on the canvas alongside D-Extreme. His stubbornness has paid off, but by the slimmest of margins. He looks across to see Cyberstrike as debilitated as he. It’s a race to finish the other off now, with whatever the hell is left. He tries to crawl, but his muscles are too weak. Cyberstrike shuffles backward trying to buy more time.

JHA: “Look! He’s very-slowly-getting-away”.
JFA: “Has anybody got an isotonic sport drink for the Lock? Anybody? Please”?

The Lock gulps huge amounts of air, the spirit is willing but the body is weak. He’s aching to put Cyberstrike out of his misery, and now he can slowly feel the strength trickling back into his system. Oh yes, the resolve is increasing. Cyberstrike realises its now or never. He props himself up against the turnbuckle and watches as the Lock picks himself up to a vertical base. Game on!

They meet in the middle, lock up, Cyberstrike hammers some powerful blows into Lock’s chest, Lock smashing a fist into Cyberstrike’s back, the fans cheering it all on. Cyberstrike tries to shift his weight and flip Lock over in a final burst of energy, but it- just - isn’t - quite.... enough. No! It’s a wasted effort! He’s spent! Lock has it now. He charges Cyberstrike, flips him over and pins him in the Dinobot Slam!!!
The ref is there, slapping the mat, one... two... three!!!

A huge cheer fills the stadium as ‘Stayin Alive’ shoots from the speakertrons. The Champions have retained the gold in an incredibly hard fought match. Cyberstrike appears very angry at the turn out. Lock helps the King to his feet, and together they stand in front of the challengers holding the gold high as the music blasts from pillar to post.

JFA: “There you have it ladies and germs, the successful retaining of the gold by the tag team champions”.
JHA: “The belt stays with the Foundation. Stay tuned as the mighty ‘Deep Freeze’ behemoth rumbles on into the night to thrill you with more incredible feats of violence and bloody mindedness. This is the Jack Daniels sponsored PPV, this is high adrenaline wrestling, this is the AWF, and if you ain’t down with that? You don’t know jack”!

*A Promo for the AWF's Second Annual Royal Rumble Runs*
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First Blood: OP2005 v Cloudstrifer

JHA: “This match is gonna be just what I like, two ham and eggers beating the living hell out of each other til one of em bleeds”
JFA: “You are right J, the only way for either competitor to come out of this one victorious is to make the other bleed profusely”
JHA: “And here comes one of those ham and eggers now…possibly the biggest in the AWF…the big, the not bad, the boring…Cloudstrifer”
JFA: “Hey now….give him some credit hes got three wins in a row under his belt”
JHA: “Yeah…those are the only three he’s had since he started here back in what…September?”
JFA: “Touche”

Slow Chemical hits, and OP2005 sashays down the aisleway, a look of arrogance on his face. He slides under the ring, and is met with a quick boot to the back of the head as Cloudstrifer looks to take control of things early on. Cloud picks OP up, and hits him with a few quick punches before whipping him into the ropes and kneeing his opponent in the gut. With OP on the mat holding his abdomen, Cloud rolls out of the ring, and looks underneath, pulling out a cookie sheet, computer keyboard, and steel trash can. He throws these items into the ring, along with the timekeeper’s chair. Cloud clambers back into the ring and goes to grab OP, but fails to notice that OP had grabbed the cookie sheet, and prominently whacked Cloud on the head with it. Op then picked up Cloud, and whipped him into the corner, where he setup Cloudstrifer in a tree of woe. OP the went and got the steel chair.

JHA: “OOOOOO…this could be a good move”
JFA: “OP2005 running at Cloud with the chair…and he baseball slides the chair right into Cloudstrifer’s face.”
JHA: “That’s gonna require some mad amounts of ibuprofen”

As Cloud fell down from the tree of woe, he rolled to the outside ring area. OP pursued him though, and smashed his head against the ring steps three times before attempting to whip him into the guardrail. Cloud reversed it though, and followed in with a thunderous clothesline that took both men out into the crowd. Both competitors slugged it out with one another all the way up the stairs and out onto the concourse level of the United Center. Their fighting brought them over the counter of one of the concession stands. Cameras struggled to follow the two men back there, when suddenly a hideous shriek was heard. The cameras managed to get into the back of the concession stand to see Cloudstrifer pull his head out of a vat of boiling oil used in making french fries.

JFA: “Oh my god…that is heinous…how could OP2005 do that to another human being…the pain that Cloud must be feeling right now”
JHA: “Greatest…Hardcore…Move….EVER”
JFA: “What is wrong with you J…the skin on his face is bubbling, blistering, and is probably scarred for life. Have you no compassion for this man?”
JHA: “….nope”

OP took advantage of his opponents temporary blindness, and began beating on him mercilessly. He threw Cloud into one of the pro shops found on the concourse where you can pick up many fine Chicago Blackhawks hockey items such as jerseys, hats, sticks and pucks. OP threw Cloud against one of the walls, and made it so that he was stuck in a standing position. OP then went and grabbed a hockey stick and a puck, he dropped the puck on the floor, wound up and took a pinpoint shot that hit cloud just south of the borderline.

JHA: “…”
JFA: “…”
JHA: “I think I speak for all men, when I say this…ouch!!!”

OP then exited the pro shop and went looking for a bottle of Smirnoff Vodka, proud sponsor of January’s AWF PPV Edge of Survival. As OP indulged in the drink, he did not see that Cloud had managed to recover, and clothesline him from behind. The two men fought around the concourse more, before re-entering the arena, where they battled into the backstage locker room area. They traded fierce punches, and irish whipped each other into the steel garage door a few times before OP managed to throw Cloud out of a regular door and into the AWF superstar parking lot.

JFA: “They better watch it out there….the superstars cars are parked out there quite tightly together.”
JHA: “Tighter than my last woman”
JFA: “That was information I didn’t need”

OP hit a ddt on the concrete that more or less knocked Cloud out, but OP not being down picked Cloudstrifer up off the ground and set him up standing against the hood of Ravage’s Viper. OP went and grabbed a large lead pipe, but as he went to swing it at Cloud’s head, he moved at the last second and the pipe went right through the hood of the car, causing serious damage to Ravage’s prized Viper. Frustrated, OP grabbed Cloud by the back of the neck and went to throw him through the windshield of ThunderCracker84’s vintage Dodge Charger, but the cWo leader was still at his car finishing a smoke, and saw what OP was about to do and just gave him a stern look which made OP stop dead in his tracks. TC then pointed off to the side and the camera panned over to see a red Toyota Spyder with the license plate “Y3B” on it. OP shrugged and hurled Cloud through the windshield”

JFA: “OH MY GOD!!!! OP just threw Cloudstrifer through the windshield of Blaster’s car.”
JHA: “Yeah I know…it’s awesome. And look the ref is pulling Cloud out…there is blood everywhere. OP2005 wins it in a very fun and gory exchange”
Slow Chemical plays again in the arena, as the referee raises the arm of OP2005 in victory.
European Championship
Lord Zarak (c) vs. Wolfang


Cameras go backstage, where Keith Kincaid is standing outside Lord Zarak’s locker room. As the champion emerges, belt shining in the camera’s lights…

KK: “Zarak, Zarak, I was wondering if we could get a word…”
Zarak: “That’s LORD Zarak, little man. Now get out of my way…I’ve got business to attend to.”
KK: “But do you have anything to say about Wolfang’s repeated attempts to confront you about the past between the two of you?”
Zarak: “All right, listen, and listen good. You answered your own damn question. The past. It’s in the past. Anything that happened between he and I, anything in the past that has him convinced that we were friends, that’s all in the past. Bottom line is that tonight, it’s time for me to show the world exactly why I am the greatest European Champion of all time…and if it’s at his expense, then so be it.”

With that, Zarak pushes by Kincaid and heads for the entrance area. “True Faith” begins to blast, and Zarak blasts through the curtains to a chorus of boos from the raucous Chicago crowd.

RA: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is scheduled for one fall, and it’s for the Archive Wrestling Federation European Championship. Making his way to the ring, from Failsworth, Manchester, England, representing the Corporate World Order…he is the AWF European Champion, Lord Zarak!!

JFA: What a match this will be, J. Even before Zarak defeated Wolfang to regain the European Title on December 2nd, the Wolf’s been pleading with Zarak to think back to their days before they signed with the AWF. Wolfang doesn’t seem to think that Zarak is the kind of man to join with a pack of dogs like the cWo.
JHA: Well that’s none of his damn business! The cWo’s the reason that Zarak’s packin’ the gold and Wolfang’s just another nine-to-fiver!
JFA: Wolfang getting his chance to prove that thesis wrong, as we hear “The Zoo” blasting…and here comes Wolfang!

Wolfang slid through the curtains, looking more intense than any AWF camera had ever seen him. As he stood on the entrance stage, Wolfang pulled out a microphone and said…

Wolfang: “Cut off the music. You know, Zarak, I know what you’re going through, honestly I do. I know that when you signed that contract with the AWF, this place was a fresh start for you, a new life. But just because you’ve used this place as a new beginning doesn’t mean you should forget everything you left behind. The Zarak I knew was a man of honor…he was a man who played by the rules, a man who would do anything to win…WITHIN HIS CODE OF HONOR. That shirt you wear represents everything you hated. The cWo is a gang of hateful, cheating, conniving, underhanded bastards…and you’ve willingly become one of their top guns. Can you really be proud of that? Are you proud when you wake up in the morning and see that European Championship sitting in your bag? I don’t think you are. And I’m going to show you why. Sorting through my old tapes, I came across a certain professional wrestling show from a few years back…can we roll that footage?”

With that, Wolfang (and Zarak, for that matter) turns his attention to the big screen, where Zarak is shown battling against a massive unknown opponent. After a few moments, Zarak nails his opponent with his Cruncher neck breaker and wins the match, then is awarded a championship belt as the crowd erupts. The tape cuts out as Wolfang slides into the ring onscreen to congratulate the new champion.

Wolfang: “Look familiar? Winning the CVW world championship was the biggest moment of your career…and you did it fair and square. And the people cheered for you. And I cheered for you. Tonight, I’m going to take that European Title back and get this message through your head the hard way.”

Wolfang drops the mic and rushes the ring, and Zarak, looking a little dazed by Wolfang’s emotional presentation, slides out of the ring to gather his thoughts. The bell’s rung, and the match is underway. Strolling around the ring, Zarak takes his time getting onto the apron, then gets pulled in by force when Wolfang grabs him by the hair and whips him all the way across the ring! Zarak gets up quickly, but Wolfang hits the ropes and scores with his Night Runner flying clothesline! Zarak rolls under the bottom rope to the floor, but Wolfang leaps to the top rope and flies off, scoring with a cross-bodyblock on the floor!

JFA: Ooooooooh! Brutal flying maneuver by Wolfang!
JHA: The cWo should be out here just to keep order.
JFA: We’ve seen enough of them already tonight.
JHA: You can never have enough of the cWo!
JFA: Are you done brown-nosing yet?

Heaving Zarak back into the ring, Wolfang hits the ropes and goes for another Night Runner, but Zarak ducks out of the way and Wolfang hits the mat hard. Tossing Wolfang into the corner, Zarak buries his shoulder into the Wolf’s midsection three times, then heaves him hard into the other corner. Wolfang stumbles out and gets hit with a Manhattan Drop, followed by two big elbowdrops. Zarak drags Wolfang out to the center of the ring, goes to the corner, and scores with a big legdrop from the second turnbuckle on the inside. A cover, and Wolfang slips out at two.

Keeping up the pressure, Zarak whips Wolfang into the ropes, boots him in the midsection and goes for a suplex, but Wolfang lands on his feet, heaves Zarak into the air and scores with the Night Haunter spinning Yurinogi suplex! A cover….and Zarak barely kicks out!

JFA: Great counter there by Wolfang! We may be looking at a new champion!
JHA: Come on, Zarak!
JFA: Zarak into the ropes…big back bodydrop! Wolfang off the ropes…scores with a huge bulldog! 1….2…and Zarak kicks out!

Building momentum, Wolfang rolls Zarak onto his back and locks in the figure four leglock! Zarak struggles around and grabs the referee and, using the helpless arbiter for support, makes his way to the ropes. Limping to his feet, Zarak is unable to stop Wolfang as he buries a boot into the midsection, then scores with the Vidarbomb double underhook powerbomb in the center of the ring! Wolfang then goes to the corner and leaps onto the top rope, with Zarak motionless!

JFA: The crowd’s going crazy! Wolfang looking for the Long Shot! If he hits this, it’s over!
JHA: Ahhhh! Zarak, do something, quick!

As Wolfang appeals to the crowd, Zarak lays motionless on the mat, but as Wolfang heaves himself into the air for his slingshot-springboard frog splash, Zarak suddenly reaches up and grabs the referee’s pant leg, dragging him into Wolfang’s path as the two collide in a terrific crash! As the referee and Wolfang fall to the mat, Zarak regains enough strength to take advantage of his underhanded tactics as he slides a chair into the ring.

JHA: Finally, a referee does the right thing!
JFA: Right thing my foot…Zarak pulled him in the way!
JHA: Same difference.
JFA: Zarak, bringing Wolfang to his feet…no, don’t do it, don’t do it….good gawd! Good gawd almighty! Sit-down powerbomb on the steel chair! Good gawd!
JHA: Great! That’s the mark of a champion!
JFA: Cheating is the mark of a champion?!? Zarak looking for a cover…there’s still no referee, though he’s starting to stir…no! No! Zarak, don’t do it! That’s a human being, dammit! That’s a human being!

As Zarak positions Wolfang above the chair for a second Sting in the Tail, he looks to his left and begins to stare, mesmerized, at the big screen. Knitting his eyebrows in thought, he frowns at the thought of the images Wolfang had showed him. As the referee begins to stir, Zarak lets Wolfang collapse to the mat and picks up the steel chair.

JHA: I don’t get it, J, what’s he doing?!
JFA: Zarak, holding the chair over his head…looks like he’s going to put the final touches on Wolfang. It’s not needed, dammit! The man’s not moving!
JHA: He’s not doing it!
JFA: Zarak, shaking his head…he just heaved the chair to the outside…rolling Wolfang over for the cover…you could count to a hundred…here comes the referee…wait a minute! The referee calling for the bell!
JHA: What?!?
JFA: I think the referee’s disqualified Zarak, and he’d have every right to!
JHA: That’s not right, that’s not right!
JFA: Let’s get the official word…

RA: Ladies and gentlemen, here is the referee’s official decision. The winner of this bout as a result of a disqualification….Wolfang!!!

JHA: That means nothing. Zarak’s still the champion.
JFA: But I get the feeling that the war between these two men is far from over, J. Zarak had the chance to finish off Wolfang for good, but he didn’t do it! He didn’t do it! Something about what Wolfang said before the match has Zarak thinking, and you have to wonder what the rest of the cWo is going to have to say about this! Zarak remains the European Champion, but I don’t think he’s going to leave Chicago a happy man this night!

Backstage

A Random Jobber Interviewer is stood alongside God Jinrai.

RJI: “Jinrai, last month at Meltdown, you swore to defeat Commissioner Reilly in a Cage Match. The result was highly dubious. Now, you get another chance, but there’s a new factor to take into consideration - the Game, Galvatron91.”

GJ: “I don’t know quite what his game is. I’ve a lot of respect for him. O’Con throwing him in here, I’m not sure what it’s all about. But it’s my destiny to overthrow that corrupt piece of garbage, and nothing is going to stop me from doing that tonight.”

As he finishes his sentence, a door suddenly swings open, and the NWA burst out clutching chairs. Attacking Jinrai, they force him to his knees, then deliver a stinging conchairto to the man’s head. Looking down at their victim’s bloodied body, the two smile and give the GPA sign to the camera, before proclaiming “It’s just business, G.”
JFA: “What the hell was that all about? The damn GPA…just took out God Jinrai!”
JHA: “Of course they did…now the Game…with the bad back…with the bad knee…has to take on the Commissioner all by himself…he’ll be slaughtered…so much for their little bond!”
JFA: “I don’t know if I would rule the Game out just yet…but damn it what is going to happen next? Let’s get back to the ring…”
Intercontinental Championship:
The Big Ragebowski (c) vs. Silly Cow


“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Archive Wrestling Federation’s Intercontinental Championship.”

JFA: “Okay, here we go - singles gold on the line. Silly Cow looking to finally extract revenge on the Big Ragebowski. It was less than three weeks after defeating Bombshell at Autumn Annhilation when Too Lame was mugged by the CWO, and the gold found its way around the waist of Mirage. Then, last month, at Meltdown it finally looked as if Silly Cow was going to regain the title… Fatal Fourway match… he had Mirage beaten, but out of nowhere - Deathscream of the NTO turned on him, gifting the victory to Mirage, and revealing the Alliance between the two Orders… the entire match was a set-up. Then, this past week, Silly Cow won a battle royal to get another shot… and many people here tonight expect him to take it.”
JHA: “And just for the record - I’m not one of them.”

The percussion intro fills the arena, then the vocal “WOOHOO” crashes through, and Pulp Faction’s representative bursts onto the stage, casually strolling down the aisle with a look of intensity on his face.

JFA: “How can somebody look so calm, yet so prepared?”
JHA: “By being an idiot?”

“On his way to the ring is the challenger. Representing Pulp Faction, he is the man the ladies call ‘Too Lame’ - Silly Cow!”

JHA: “And the man that the guys call when they need the table clearing…”
JFA: “What are you suggesting?”
JHA: “That he served me my dinner in the hotel restaurant last night…”
JFA: “That was not him…”
JHA: “It certainly looked like him… but then all these illegal immigrants look the same to me…”
JFA: “He is not an illegal immigrant!”
JHA: “Then why was he moonlighting as a waiter?!”

“Ooh, whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man, whatta mighty, mighty good man”

“And his opponent: From the dreams of ladies everywhere, and representing the Corporate World Order - he is the AWF Intercontinental Champion… the Big Ragebowski - Mirage!”

JHA: “And here comes a guy who’s never been served by a man…”
JFA: “Accompanied by that Mike Sanders wannabe, Mr Reilly…”

Mirage struts down the aisle in his usual manner, before stepping through the ropes and grabbing a microphone.

Ragey: “Helllllllloooooo, my loyal Ragebowskettes. Now, I know that you can barely contain yourselves waiting for the Ragebowski to come out. And I think it’s safe to say that I can’t contain myself when you’re com-”

Ravishing Rageis unable to finish his monologue, though, as Silly Cow quickly nails him from behind, then slams him face first into the top turnbuckle.

JHA: “Hey! No fair!”
JFA: “And Silly Cow has had enough of the Big Ragebowski! And I can’t say I blame him! Referee signals for the bell, and we’re underway!”

Slamming his opponent’s head into the turnbuckle twice more, Too Lame nails the IC Champion with a hard right hand, dropping him hard to the canvas. Pulling him up again, he whips him into the far corner. Propelled by his own momentum, Mirage dives over the padding, ending up lying prone across the top rope.

JFA: “Mirage hung up to dry here! Silly Cow with a firm boot to the gut!”

Lifted up by the kick, the Big Ragebowski comes down hard, straddling the top rope.

JHA: “Oh dear god no! That’s gotta hurt!!”
JFA: “Too Lame just working away on those ropes now… and I think that Mirage is going to be singing the Christmas karaoke just a bit higher this year!”

As the challenger shakes the rope, Mirage manages to clamber off and onto the apron. Dropping down to the ground, he exchanges glances with the Commissioner.

JHA: “Catching his breath now. He wasn’t even given the chance to finish addressing his fans…”
JFA: “My heart bleeds for him… now what’s he doing? Mirage now… getting the title belt from ringside…”
JHA: “It’s his. He can do that.”
JFA: “I don’t believe this… Mirage is taking the gold and leaving!”
JHA: “Smart move! You can’t lose the title on a count-out. This is why he’s a great champion!”
JFA: “Like hell is it! Silly Cow heading back down the ramp after him now…”
JHA: “And you want this man as the Intercontinental Champion?! He just attacked Mirage from behind for the second time tonight!”

Grabbing the Champion by the hair, Too Lame drags him back into the ring, and hurls him in under the bottom rope.

JFA: “Mirage forced back inside now… Silly Cow onto the apron… springboard… cross-body block! One! Two! Oh, just kicked out by the Champion…”
JHA: “This isn’t fair! He’s not even giving him a chance to rest!”
JFA: “He just had a time out on the outside…”
JHA: “He was walking! That was no real rest!”
JFA: “Both men back up now… Silly Cow… DDT! One! Two! Shoulder comes up…”
JHA: “No quit in Mirage…”

Heaving the Champion up, Silly Cow hits a scoop slam, followed by an elbow drop for another two count. Leaving Mirage to regain his footing, the challenger goes to the outside, climbs to the top turnbuckle, then connects with a missile dropkick.

JFA: “That must do it! One! Two! Oh, shoulder up again by Mirage!”
JHA: “Come on Ragey!!”
JFA: “Cow up now… looking to the crowd for approval… backed into the corner… Mirage climbing back up… Bulldog! Rolls through! The Way of the Warrior! He’s got him cradled! One! Two… no, reversal… one… two!”
JHA: “OH!! So close…”
JFA: “Mirage somehow rolling through in the small package to get a pin of his own… and Cow back up now… whips him to the ropes… knife-edge chop… clothesline now… and a leg drop! One! Two! Oh, kick out by Mirage… and Silly Cow is all over the Champion here… surely it can’t be long before he regains the title!”
JHA: “It can… it will… Ragey won’t be beaten this easily…”
JFA: “He’s not doing much to prove your point! Back up now… Silly Cow whips him to the ropes again, reversed by the Champion… back body drop - telegraphed, and a sunset flip by the Too Lame! One! Two! No, Mirage rolls through on it… grabs the legs, flips over into a bridge… one… two… waistlock by Silly Cow, powers up and out of it… rotates around… looking for it… piledriver set up, perhaps… flips him up for the powerbomb…”
JHA: “Great counter!!”
JFA: “Indeed! Mirage countering the powerbomb out of nowhere with a huracanrana! Lateral press… doesn’t bother with the leg, and Silly Cow’s shoulder comes up at two…”

Standing back to catch his breath, Mirage watches as the challenger slowly sits up, before hitting the ropes and performing a somersault neck-snap onto the Too Lame.

JHA: “Great move. He can do it all in style.”
JFA: “That’s open to debate. It’s certainly effective, though. Mirage has slowed the pace right down here. Hooks the leg. One. Two. And again, the shoulder comes up.”

Pulling his adversary up, Mirage bends him over, and positions the head between his own legs.

JHA: “And this is poetry for you… Mirage has had several women like this, and I doubt it’s the first time Silly Cow’s been in this position since he hopped off that boat…”
JFA: “Will you stop it? Silly Cow is in this country legally! I’ve seen the paperwork!”
JHA: “And how did you think he got the paperwork? They don’t take bribes monetarily now. Trust me, I’ve tried to bribe everyone I’ve ever met.”
JFA: “And you’re proud of that?!”
JHA: “Hell yeah, I am. I’d buy you out of a job without a second thought if the guys here weren’t all on the take in the other way…”
JFA: “Crushing piledriver by Mirage. Lies back into the cover. One. Two. Kick out! Silly Cow will not give up!”

Raising his eyebrow at the referee, Mirage hauls up the Fin again, and sets him up for another piledriver, stopping this time to girate mockingly.

JHA: “Oh yes! Give it to him again!”
JFA: “I worry about you… Piledriver set up by Mirage… wasting a lot of time…”
JHA: “He’s got all the time in the world. You know the old Louis Armstrong classic… covered by Joey Ramone. Ragey loves the Ramones, y’know…”
JFA: “Lining up the piledriver… no! Silly Cow blocking it… is he… double leg takedown… Slingshot!!”

Caught off-guard, Mirage is dumped onto his back, then thrown face first into the corner pad. Staggering back, he turns around into the now-vertical Silly Cow, who nails him with a spinning heel kick. The impact sends the Intercontinental Champion reeling around, before he drops to his knees, his throat and arms draped restfully across the middle rope.

JHA: “No!! Get out of there, Ragey!”
JFA: “He can’t! He doesn’t know where he is! Silly Cow, catching his second wind… and here it is… YES!! 358!! And the crowd are going crazy!! Makes the cover! One! Two!! Oh, somehow the shoulder comes up…”
JHA: “Get the hell out of there, Ragey!!”
JFA: “Silly Cow… pulling him up now… whips to the ropes, reversed… and a running knee-lift by the Big Ragebowski. Triple R trying to reassert himself now… stomping down on the challenger… picks him up… big European uppercut. Front facelock… hooks the arm over… grabs the leg… Fisherman’s suplex, perhaps? Yes…”
JHA: “The Rageplex!! It’s been a while! Nobody kicks out of this! One! Two!”
JFA: “He kicked out!!! Silly Cow kicked out!!”
JHA: “Noooooo!!!”

The crowd explode into life as Silly Cow powers out of the Rageplex and Mirage looks on dumbfounded.

JFA: “Mirage had the leg… he had the head… the fingers were locked… he’d bridged perfectly… but Silly Cow found a way out of it! This truly is going to be his night!!”
JHA: “NO!! No! No! No! No!!”

Watching his challenger sit on his knees, shaking the cobwebs clear, Mirage reaches a decision. Quickly, he rolls out of the ring and once more grabs the title belt.

JHA: “That’s the ticket!”
JFA: “And what the? Oh, I don’t believe this… this is all down to the Commissioner again… he’s given Mirage instructions to save that belt no matter what…”
JHA: “And who can blame him?”
JFA: “Mirage on the outside, just heading towards that ramp… Silly Cow up in the ring… and what the?”
JHA: “HOLY…”

Spotting his opponent’s second attempt to run, Too Lame hit’s the farside ropes, performs a perfect handspring in the center of the ring, then backflips over the top rope and onto the Intercontinental Champion.

JFA: “Silly Cow… just took the roof off this place… a space flying tiger drop… the first time we’ve seen that in the AWF… and the crowd are on their feet for this man!”
JHA: “Who the hell taught him that?!”
JFA: “I don’t think it matters! Cow now… throwing the Champion back into the ring… climbs in himself… Mirage crawling across the mat in desperation… at the feet of the referee… imploring him to call a time out… Silly Cow trying to pull Mirage up, but he’s got a hold of the referee’s waist…”

As the challenger struggles to pull the Champion from the official, the three appear to slip, and they collapse on top of the referee.

JFA: “And the referee is down… Silly Cow finally freeing him from Mirage, but at what cost… Pulling him up now… oh, and a vicious low blow by Mirage…”
JHA: “Tactics… always aware of what’s going on…”
JFA: “The Commissioner up on the far side now… loosening that turnbuckle pad, perhaps. Mirage pulling Cow up…”
JHA: “And here comes the coup de grace. The Rage Awakening.”
JFA: “Mirage setting him up… that modified neckbreaker drop… got it primed…”

Confident, the Big Ragebowski stops with his opponent’s neck draped backwards across his shoulder, gyrating for the crowd again. But as he prepares to drop to the mat, Too Lame reaches back and grabs Mirage’s own chin.

JFA: “Rage Awakening… no! Countered, is it? Silly Cow! Yes!!! Silly Cow with a Rage Awakening of his own!!!”
JHA: “NoOooooo!!”
JFA: “Cow on his feet now… spotted the Commissioner… and a hard right hand takes him down!”
JHA: “No!! No! No!!”

Glancing at the positioning of the Champion, Silly Cow’s eyes widen as he looks around the crowd.

JFA: “Yes! Here it is! The Cow is bringing the gold back as an early Christmas present! Off one side! Off the other! Modified moonsault! The Cow Splash on Mirage, and the crowd have gone crazy here tonight!”
JHA: “I don’t believe this…”
JFA: “Cover by Silly Cow… one… two… three… four… five… no referee! Where is - here he comes… finally up from the collision earlier…”

Crawling slowly across the ring, the official taps Silly Cow on the shoulder, then signals for the bell, grabbing Too Lame’s wrist and lifting it into the air.

JFA: “Yes!! Yes!! Silly Cow wins the Intercontinental Championship!!”
JHA: “What?! No! I never saw a count… the referee never counted the pinfall… this is so bogus! Mirage has been screwed ahead of his birthday!!”
JFA: “Silly Cow celebrating in the ring… the crowd absolutely jubilant. The referee now, back to his feet… being handed the title belt. Ready to present it to the new Champion. Silly Cow recaptures the gold at Deep Freeze!”

“Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match… as the result of a disqualification - Silly Cow!”

JFA: “WHAT?”
JHA: “Oh, yes… oh yes… thank you god…”
JFA: “What the hell?!”

“Therefore, still Archive Wrestling Federation Intercontinental Champion… the Big Ragebowski - Mirage!”

JFA: “I don’t believe this… Mirage disqualified… I can only assume for his part in the collision that took down the referee… and Silly Cow has been cheated out of the gold again…”
JHA: “Oh, life is good…”
JFA: “Mirage is the luckiest man alive right now… but one day that luck is going to run out…”

Elimination Match for the Hardcore Championship
Pulp Faction (Hardcore Champion Strafe, The Mat Man, Quick Switch & Windcharger) vs. The GPA (Unicron, Prowl?, Divebomb & Viewfind)


JFA: Interesting match up here folks…lets get right to it…damn Mirage…Well Jay, it's time for one of the most brutal matches the AWF has ever seen. Eight men will walk in, and one will survive and become the AWF Hardcore Champion.
JHA: Pulp Faction are going to have the pulp beaten out of them. There's no way ma gangsta brothas are gonna be losin' tonight, glock glock, know what I'm saying?

'Party Up In Here' by DMX hits as the crowd begin screaming out abuse at the GPA as they appear on stage with weapons in hand.

RA: "The following contest is an 8 man tag team elimination match for the AWF Hardcore Championship, introducing first, the team of Unicron, Prowl?, Divebomb, and Viewfind, the Gobot Protection Agency, the GPA!"

JFA: Aw man, this is going to be bedlam, I mean look, they already have their weapons in their hands! I don't know how the ref is going to keep this on under control.

Linkin Park's 'Papercut' hits, and the crowds abuse quickly change into admirable cheers as Pulp Faction make their way out together.

RA: "And their opponents, the team of Windcharger, The Mat Man Nmathew, Quick Switch & The AWF Hardcore Champion Strafe, Pulp Faction!"

JFA: Pulp Faction have also come prepared with weapons, they even brought a cart full of them.
JHA: Man I can't wait for the brutality the GPA is going to unleash on Pulp Faction!
JFA: Pulp Faction slide into the ring and now all 8 participants are ready. There is no such thing as tags in this match, all eight men are free to roam wherever they want too, pinfalls and submissions can occur anywhere in the building and the match will finish when one man is left standing and that man will be the AWF Hardcore Champion.
JHA: The title is going to change hands tonight, there's no way all the talent of the GPA will get beaten by the un-talented Pulp Faction.
JFA: Look at this, all eight men have sorted themselves into two parallel lines and everyone seems to have chosen an opponent, each person has weapon too. Unicron is facing Windcharger, both men have chairs, Divebomb is facing Quick Switch, Divebomb has a chair and Quick Switch has a trash can, Prowl? is facing the Mat Man, Prowl? has a hockey stick and Nmat has a trash can lid in each hand, and of course, Viewfind is facing Strafe, Viewfind has a baseball bat and Strafe has a chain. The bell rings, and we are underway!

Unicron and Windcharger run at each other and begin to spar with the chairs. Divebomb and Quick Switch do the same, but Divebomb gains the advantage over Quick Switch after his chair crushed Quick Switch's chair. Prowl? swings at the Mat Man, but Nmat, blocks the shot with one trash can lid and smacks Prowl? in the head with the other one sending him to the ground. Viewfind and Strafe begin to circle each other, Viewfind does a demonstration with his baseball bat, but Strafe swings his chain around and wraps it around the bat, he pulls it away and takes the bat off Viewfind. Having nothing to defend himself with, Viewfind sees Divebomb about to hit Quick Switch with his chair so Viewfind snatches out of his hand, which gives Quick Switch enough time to low blow Divebomb. So now Viewfind faces off with Strafe with a chair in hand. Strafe throws the chain at Viewfinds head but Viewfind blocks it with the chair but that gives Strafe enough time to smack Viewfind in the guts with the bat. Viewfind falls to the ground screaming in pain.

JFA: What superb tactics by Strafe!
JHA: What a cheat! First he takes Viewfinds weapon and then he throws it right back at his head.
JFA: Unicron and Windcharger's 'battle of the chairs' has gone out into the crowd near a popcorn stand. Quick Switch is working over Divebomb in the corner and Nmat just sandwiched Prowl?'s head with the trash can lids.
JHA: This is just so unfair!
JFA: Strafe charges at Viewfind with the chain, Viewfind ducks, kick to the mid section, DDT!
JHA: Yo, that was dope.

Back near the popcorn stand Unicron is being ruthless unleashing chairshot after chairshot on Windchargers body. Unicron picks him up and goes to chokeslam Windcharger, but Windy kicks him square in the nuts and then knees him in the face, as both fall to the ground due to energy depletion. Meanwhile in the ring, Divebomb finally gets back the advantage over Quick Switch which a vicious neckbreaker. Nmat gets Prowl? back up and goes to deliver another shot to his head but Prowl? ducks and dropkicks Nmat in the knees sending him to the ground screaming in pain and clutching his knee. Back near the popcorn stand, Windcharger is up first and he signals for the Anal Retenter, but thinking of the consequences of the move, Unicron springs up and kicks Windcharger in the guts and picks him up and delivers the Tombstone Piledriver!

JHA: TOMBSTONE! UNICRON'S GOT IT!
JFA: The ref makes the count, 1...2...3, Pulp Faction is now down one man and the GPA gains the advantage.
JHA: Man I'd do anything to avoid the anal retenter as well.
JFA: Not from what I hear...

The find between Viewfind and Strafe is now located outside the ring with Viewfind having the advantage, Viewfind searches the cart full of weapons that Pulp Faction brought to the ring with them and finds a violin. Not being able to fight the urge anymore, Viewfind starts playing and breaks out into song.

"So f**k ya'll, all of ya'll
If ya'll don't like me blow me
Ya'll are gonna keep f***in around wit me
And turn me back to the old me

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin comes out when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And muthaf***ers act like they forgot about 'Find

So what do you say to somebody you hate
Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
Just study your tape of GPA."

And with that, Viewfind turns around and breaks the violin right over Strafes head.

JFA: OH MY GOD, somebody stop him!
JHA: HAHAHA! You da man 'Find!

In the ring, Prowl? and Divebomb go to simultaneously whip the Mat Man and Quick Switch into the ropes, the NWA attempt a clothesline but Nmat and Quick Switch duck and deliver a clothesline of their own. Nmat sees Unicron coming back through the crowd and returning to the ring, so he tells Quick Switch to take care of things in the ring while he waits for Unicron. Nmat slides out of the ring and hides on the ground next to the barrier separating the ring from the crowd. Unicron jumps back over the barrier and goes towards the ring but Nmat springs up behind him, and applies the Double Chicken Wing!

JFA: Nmat's got it locked in! There's no way out for Unicron.
JHA: Hold on bro! Don't tap!
JFA: The ref asks the question and...Unicron starts tapping! The Mat Man has made Unicron tap out!
JHA: Aw Shiznit!
JFA: The ref sends Unicron to the back and the odds are equal once more!

On the entrance ramp, Strafe has recovered from his violin shot to the head and puts Viewfind fire out with a fire extinguisher, and after spraying him with it, Strafe throws it at Viewfind and hits him in the middle of the spine, sending him to the ground in pain.

JHA: What the hell was that?
JFA: He threw the...
JHA: I know what he did, I just can't believe he had the audacity to do such a thing!

After eliminating Unicron, Nmat sets up a table on the outside of the ring, but back in the ring, the NWA have gained control again, Prowl? positions a chair near one of the turnbuckles and Divebomb lifts Quick Switch up onto his shoulders and tells Prowl? to go up and hit the Doomsday Device. Prowl? gets up onto the turnbuckle, but Nmat climbs up the turnbuckle from the outside stopping him from hitting the Doomsday Device, as Nmat and Prowl? exchange punches atop the turnbuckle, Divebomb falls back and slams Quick Switch onto the chair. Nmat punches Prowl? in the mid section and applies a front face lock and gets him into position for Death's Kiss.

JFA: Oh no, he's not going to try it...
JHA: He's gotta be nuts...
JFA: He picks him! He holds him up! He drives him down...DEATH'S KISS THROUGH THE TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE!
JHA: NO!
JFA: Both men are unconscious! But The Mat Man landed with his arm over Prowl?, the ref makes the count, 1...2...3! Pulp Faction have the 3-2 advantage.

Viewfind and Strafe continue their war, at the top of the stage directly under the Archivetron, Viewfind hits a piledriver right on the steel and while Strafe lays motionless, Viewfind makes his way back to the ring to gather weapons for what he has planned next...

Back in the ring, Divebomb is still dominating Quick Switch. After delivering a suplex, Divebomb taunts the crowd and calls for 'The End' while getting showered with boos. Divebomb positions are chair in the middle of the ring and pulls Quick Switch up by the hair and picks him up into a fireman's carry...

JHA: This is it...
JFA: Divebomb spins Quick Switch around, he hit it!
JHA: THE END! Right on a chair! Divebomb covers Quick Switch, 1...2...3 Wooooooo! The GPA even the odds!
JFA: Divebomb springs up and starts celebrating, but Nmat taps him on the shoulder, Divebomb turns around, Nmat smashes him in the head with a chair!
JHA: He didn't even let him celebrate! That's just rude!

Outside the ring, Viewfind empties the cart that Pulp Faction brought to the ring, and refills it with 8 tables, 4 chairs, 4 trash cans and places a ladder on top. The crowd cheer as they get the feeling something big is going to happen. Viewfind begins to wheel it back up to the top of the ramp under the Archivetron to continue his plan...

Back in the ring, The Mat Man has almost finished Divebomb off after a belly to belly suplex. He basks in the cheers of the crowd as he calls for the Death's Kiss, He positions a chair in the middle of the ring, and positions Divebomb on the top rope, he goes up to complete the move, but Divebomb punches him in the head and pushes him off the turnbuckle. Nmat lands on the chair and Divebomb stands on top of the turnbuckle...

JFA: The Mat Man's out of it after landing on that chair, and now Divebomb readies himself...he jumps...
JHA: THE BOMB! HE HIT THE BOMB!
JFA: The Ref makes the cover, 1...2...3, The GPA have the 2-1 advantage.
JHA: Word!

Divebomb stands up and it hits him that he is the only one standing in the ring. He looks for the others and sees Viewfind setting up tables under the Archivetron. Divebomb slides out of the ring and grabs another table from under the ring and takes it up the ramp. Knowing Viewfind is busy with setting up tables, Strafe slips away un-noticed. He meets Divebomb half-way and they being to exchange blows with Divebomb getting the advantage, Divebomb backs up a bit and charges Strafe, but Strafe counters with a spinebuster on the steel ramp. Strafe takes Divebombs table and walks to the area that is reached by walking between the crowd barrier and the entrance ramp. After getting enough room Strafe sets up the table, he makes his way back up the ramp and drags Divebomb to the top of the ramp. Viewfind is still busy with the tables as Strafe calls for the The Ivory Tower...

JFA: The crowd are going nuts!
JHA: That's because they are nuts!
JFA: Strafe picks Divebomb up for the Ivory Tower...he holds him up there...wait, he's walking to the edge of the ramp! NO don't do it! HE JUMPS! IVORY TOWER OFF THE ENTRANCE RAMP TO THE FLOOR THROUGH THE TABLE!
JHA: ...
JFA: The ref makes the cover as Strafe gets a finger to Divebombs shoulders, 1...2...3. It's down to the Hardcore Champion and Viewfind.

Under the Archivetron, Viewfind has set up four tables next to each other with four more tables stacked on top. In between the tables are four trash cans and four chairs, added for extra impact. Viewfind sets up the ladder next to the tables so it reaches both the top of the tables and the bottom of the scaffolding on the Archivetron. After admiring his set up for a few seconds, Viewfind goes to pick up Strafe, but he can't find him. Viewfind hears the ref asking someone if they're alright, so he looks over the stage and finds Strafe barely able to get up. Viewfind makes his way down there so he can finish the job on Strafe. Strafe tries to make a charge for Viewfind but fails. Viewfind begins to drag Strafe up to the top of the ramp. Viewfind puts Strafe on one side of the ladder and makes his way up the other side. Viewfind drags Strafe up the ladder from the opposite side, but when the make it to the top of the tables, Strafe opens up on Viewfind and eye gouges him. Strafe goes into his pockets and pulls out some brass knuckles and levels Viewfind with them. Strafe then pushes Viewfind onto the tables and keeps making his way up the ladder.

*A shot on the Archivetron shows the rest of the GPA locking Pulp Faction into their locker room with a forklift. After doing that, they look at what is happening on the entrance ramp backstage on a monitor*

After seeing Viewfind get laid out on the tables, the rest of the GPA come running out with 2 ladders in hand, Divebomb and Prowl? each set up a ladder on each side of Viewfinds set up. Unicron begins to pursue Strafe but stops at the top of the tables and begins to revive Viewfind. Strafe is now on the scaffold looking down at Viewfind and pointing to the crowd as they cheer him on. Strafe is about to jump when Divebomb and Prowl? jump him from both directions. Looking to finish the job, the NWA deliver a spike piledriver onto Strafe on the scaffold. Strafe is out cold as the NWA just hold him there. Unicron finally gets Viewfind up, and points to the top of the Archivetron, Viewfind makes his way to the top and Unicron takes the ladder away. Viewfind takes control of Strafe and the NWA go down their respective ladders and take them away as well. The crowd begin to boo and throw items at the stage, Viewfind looks to them and hollas, and then he does the same to the GPA, who holla back.

JHA: Holla!
JFA: This is disgusting, Strafe had the match won. What is he going to do up there?
JHA: Win back the AWF Hardcore Championship!
JFA: OH NO! Viewfind's got Strafe up on his shoulders.
JHA: He's a top dawg Jay. That's why he runs wit his crew and leads the GPA.
JFA: HE JUMPS!
JHA: PHILLY PIMP DROP! PHILLY PIMP DROP! PHILLY PIMP DROP!
JFA: FROM THE TOP OF THE ARCHIVETRON THROUGH EIGHT TABLES, FOUR TRASH CANS AND FOUR CHAIRS TO THE FLOOR! MY GOD I DON'T BELIVE IT, THEY'VE GOTTA BE DEAD! LOOK AT THE CARNAGE!

Unicron positions Viewfind on top of Strafe as the ref makes the cover, The ref and the GPA count in unison, 1...2...3. Viewfind wins back the AWF Hardcore Championship.

RA: "The winner of the match, and NEW AWF Hardcore Champion, Viewfind!"

Unicron goes and gets the mic from the ring announcer and takes it to Viewfind, who can now stand up without help. Viewfind takes the mic:

"Seeing I be representing for the gangstas all across the world. I know my brothers want me to say something, so here goes:

Yo it's on for the two-triple-oh
Comin real, it's the next episode...

Hold up, heyyyyyyyy
for my gangstas who be thinkin we soft
We don't, playyyyyyy
We gon' rock it til the wheels fall off
Hold up, heyyyyyyyy
for my gangstas who be actin too bold
Take a, seeaaaaaat
Hope you ready for the next episode
HeyyyeyyyeEYEYyyyEYYYY....
.... smoke weed everday!"

With that, Viewfind drops the mic, and makes his way to the back with the GPA, leaving the arena as the Hardcore Champion.
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Cameras switch backstage where Lisa Lovelace finds Sixswitch entering the arena with his athletic bag slung over his shoulder.

LL: “Six, Six, tonight you’re heading into one of the biggest matches of your career. How do you…”
SS: “Biggest matches? Biggest matches? Honey, this ain’t big. This is peanuts. You know who you’re talking to? You’re talking to the better half of the greatest tag team in AWF history. You’re talking to the greatest European Champion in AWF history. And you’re talking to a future AWF Heavyweight Champion. And you think me bitch-slapping around Shane McCon is any kind of challenge?”
LL: “Er, well, you two do have quite a history together…”
SS: “Yeah, we do. And what does that history tell you? I beat the man, fair and square on the top of that ladder. He climbed in the ring, and I climbed out with the European Title around my waist. You’ve seen what the man does every time he’s afraid of losing his title. He gets worried about Lock and King pounding him into the ground? Forfeits the tag titles. He starts feeling me breathing down his neck? Forfeits the European Title. I may not have my gold at this minute, but I promise you that I’ll take advantage of this opportunity to show the whole world just what kind of man…wait, what kind of BOY Sean O’Con really is.”

With that, Sixswitch smiles at Lisa and walks away. As the camera watches the former D-Nexter walk away, Sean O’Con slides in out of nowhere and puts his hand around Lisa’s shoulder.

O’Con: “Should I take it easy on him tonight?”
LL: “I….”
O’Con: “I didn’t think so…”

Sixswitch v The Heart Brend Kid Sean O’Con
As the sounds of Operation blade fill the arena, Sixswitch is announced to a thunderous ovation. The young up and coming AWF Superstar eyes the ring with confidence and determination.

JFA: “A tremendous match up between two top fan favorites…and the first part of our triple main event here. So much history…both good and bad blood shared between these two. Let’s not forget, Sixswitch was brought into Degeneration NeXt early on, then given the boot, which resulted in a series of tremendous matches with HBK. Then a few months back at Autumn Annihilation Degeneration NeXt had a small reunion as Sixswitch was ordered by soon to be then Commissioner Reilly to join the Game and HBK along with B_86 & UPF inside the War Games as the defeated the CWO. Tensions have risen again recently due to some exchange of words and unfortunate incidents.”

JHA: “Yeah…these two super-egos hate each other! They are going to tear each other apart, my hope is that neither of them walk out of here! And what’s this about then Commissioner?”

JFA: “Well, I have to say that I favor the Game in that match up…especially since he and Jinrai seem to be on the same page.”

JHA: “Did you not see the footage? The Game is a cripple at best! He stands no chance!”

JFA: “That remains to be seen…”

Are you ready

JFA: “You bet I am…”

JHA: “Oh shut up…”

you think you can tell us what to do…
you think you can tell us what to wear…
you think you’re better?
Well you better get ready…
To bow to the master…
BREAK IT DOWN!


JFA: “And now making his return to AWF PPV, the Show Stoppa…the Main Event…The HBK, Sean O’Con.”

JHA: “The biggest ego in sports entertainment…”

JFA: “The two men glare at each other from across the ring as HBK has some final words with the newest DN member Scout.”

JHA: “How does DN rate…the Game always getting private interviews with Lisa Lovelace…they get flocked by chicks everywhere they go…and to top it all off their membership roster includes both Sixshot and Scout…SHARE THE WEALTH GUYS!”

JFA: “Somehow I doubt that they will do that for the likes of you…the bell sounds and we are underway. Sixswitch out of the blocks quickly here with a series of knife edge chops to the chest of HBK. Sending HBK to the ropes now, and a nice spinning heel kick by SS. HBK hits the mat hard…SS wasting no time…he knows how deadly O’Con can be, scoops him up into a snap suplex, only to roll through and attempt a second one…HBK blocks the attempt, chop to the side, stunning SS only to deliver his own snap release suplex.”

JHA: “Can’t we get the light fixtures to drop on these guys or something?”

JFA: “I don’t think so…”

JHA: “We could we at least get Scout to come over here and sit on my lap?”

JFA: “She would hurt you in so many ways if she heard that…”

JHA: “BONUS!”

JFA: “Errr….Right…back to the match now the two have locked up again, both men standing and HBK has the advantage here, series of punches exchanged between the two men, and HBK sends SS to the ropes, catches him and drops him with a hard spine buster…SS is planted flat on his back, writhing in pain!”

JHA: “I do have to admit…I do like DN’s green and black…especially when its being worn by Scout…”

JFA: “You really want to get beaten don’t you?”

JHA: ‘Are you kidding? Normally I have to pay for the type of beating she could give me…”

JFA: “…”

JHA: “What?”

JFA: “Back to the match…HBK now climbing the ropes…taking some time to showboat a little…TOO MUCH TIME…Sixswitch jumps to his feet and rushes the ropes knocking HBK to the outside, landing hard with his throat across the guardrail. SS after that exertion…favoring his back quite badly follows suit, launching himself over the top rope and hard to the floor driving his weight into HBK who is draped across the guardrail.”

JHA: ‘HBK is in trouble here…I just think Six has his number…”

JFA: “Sixswitch is impressive, but don’t count either man out here J, these two don’t know how to quit, which is why team AWF won the War Games.”

JHA: “You just love bringing that up don’t you?”

JFA: “Yes I do…Sixswitch obviously stunned as well, back to his feet now. Collecting the shattered remains of HBK and hurling him chest first into the French Announce Table…J, this is one of those times that I’m not French.”

JHA: “Yeah…cause they’re about to lose their transmission.”

JFA: “Sixswitch supplanting the broken body of HBK on the announce table now. Quickly making his way back to the ring and up the ropes…and he’s airborn! GOOD GAWD ALLMIGHTY! HE JUST BROKE HBK RIGHT IN HALF!”

JHA: “Not to mention the announce table…”

JFA: “The two men lay in a heap now…we need to get someone off their butts and get out here…”

JHA: “What do you mean? This is great!”

JFA: ‘Their careers may be over here J…”

JHA: “SO?”

JFA: “You are really a nasty person…has Santa ever stopped at your house? Well folks finally Sixswitch appears to be moving and he’s trying to drag HBK back into the ring. Rolling his unconscious body…no easy feat…HBK is just dead weight right now. Sixswitch has him in the ring…cover now…1, 2, and thr…NO! HBK somehow shot his shoulder threw!”

JHA: ‘I can’t believe this…this should be over!”

JFA: “Sixswitch can’t either…picking up what’s left of HBK…and leveling him with the DDT…and quickly up and into that standing shooting star press…this one has to be over now…Sixswitch with the cover…1, 2, th…NOOO! HE KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT! Just barely…but he managed to kick out!”

JHA: ‘What the hell?!? HBK will not lay down and die…he can’t get to his feet…he’s beaten silly…but still he won’t just lay down and die…”

JFA: ‘Its called heart J, something you and your friends know very little about…each cover he’s just managed to get a shoulder up barely, or squirm just enough to kick out of the cover. Sixswitch now visibly frustrated…taking a few moments to re-gather…I think this is a huge mistake by SS…and I’m right J…HBK with authority kicks himself up to his feet…cat like agility. And SS is stunned…and HBK with a boot to the gut…and very quickly taking a page out of his cohort The Game’s book…a PEDIGREE! Sixswitch gets planted on the mat…no way he could have seen that coming!”

JHA: “I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!!!”

JFA: “I can’t either J, but it’s happening…and HBK now tosses Sixswitch to the outside. And HBK with him line up…waiting…waiting…and Sixswitch to his feet…and Heart Brend Kick! A Heart Brend Kick…and Sixswitch now finds himself flat on his back…right on our announce table here J!”

JHA: “I don’t like the look of this…”

JFA: “I don’t either…HBK has walked away…he’s looking under the ring…what’s…OH NO! NO! Don’t tell me! You have got to be kidding me! A ladder! HBK has just slid a ladder into the ring!”

JHA: “I think he wants to make a point about their ladder match…he has always said he was not beaten in that match…”

JFA: “HBK setting the ladder up in the corner…Sixswitch out like a light on top of our table here…and HBK climbing the ladder…he’s at the top now…he shrugs his shoulders…DEAR GOD NO!”

JHA: “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…..”

The two announcers scramble as HBK leaps from the ladder set up in the ring driving an elbow into the chest of Sixswitch shattering the table into a pile of splinters and rubble. The announcers try to regroup.

JFA: “J…you allright? Well…we’re back…and these two are a train wreck out here!”

JHA: “I can’t believe what I just witnessed. Sean O’Con just lept from what must be a 15 foot ladder…in the ring…and down through the announce table into sixswitch…”

JFA: “That’s why he’s the Show Stoppa folks…and these two are in a heap. The referee is counting…he’s at 8 now…and HBK somehow has managed to struggle into the ring to break the count. He’s back to the outside…and he’s rolling Sixswitch to the ring…both men are battered…both are bruised and both have given their all. We have seen both men driven through announce tables…its as if the two have to one up the other.”

JHA: “Its those massive egos!”
JFA: “Now HBK has somehow gotten Sixswitch into the ring…he looks like he is tuning the band for one more performance tonight. But…WAIT A MINUTE! What the hell!?! What business do they have down here!”

JHA: “It’s the GPA…out to bust a cap in someone’s ass!”

JFA: “Do you know how ridiculous you sound…and the GPA is attacking both men! The referee is calling for the bell…the new Hardcore Champion Viewfind about to unload his belt on the HBK…Unicron holding HBK…Viefind winds up…but Sean ducks under! Viewfind nails Unicron…and HBK levels Viewfind with a Heart Brend Kick…the NWA are on Sixswitch…but HBK delivers another superkick to Prowl? And Sixswitch levels Divebomb to the outside…the GPA are leaving to the back to regroup…but what is the purpose of this? What provoked it?”

JHA: “I think the answer just rolled into the ring brandishing weapons…I think this was about Scout!”

JFA: “I don’t know…but the GPA have left…and the two men in the ring looking at each.”

JRA: “Ladies and gentlemen…due to outside interference, the referee has declared this match a No Contest!”

JFA: “The two still glaring at each other…breathing heavily…and Sixswitch offers out his hand and HBK accepts…the two shake hands!”

JHA: “I feel ill…”

The Degeneration Next Theme begins to play as both men leave the ring to the cheers of the crowd.

Backstage
Keith Kincaid is stood alongside Galvatron91 who has just been joined by Scout.

KK: “G91, for the past couple of months, you’ve been walking around on crutches as the result of what the CWO did to you inside the cage at War Games. But tonight, you throw the crutches away as you attempt to gain revenge in the ultimate way - by taking the control of the AWF away from Commissioner Reilly.”
G91: “Yeah. And?”
KK: “And do you have any comments for the CWO ahead of your triple threat in a few moments?”
G91: “Any words? Just the two…”

Suddenly, a commotion is heard, and the camera is slammed hard into the wall, a haze of static filling our screens.

JFA: “That’s not good…”
JHA: “We’ve still got sound, right?”
JFA: “For what it’s worth…”

Shouting can be heard amongst the crackling, and the sound of metal smashing against metal. More voices fill the airwaves, and we hear somebody shouting for a medic. We switch to another camera nearby, heading around the corner. Eventually we arrive upon the scene, only to find Scout lying in a mess through a smashed wooden door into a locker room, whilst Galvatron91 lies on the ground clutching his knee. Nearby, three steel chairs are scattered bloodied and dented amid the carnage, whilst a sledgehammer lies broken in two on the floor.

JHA: "What happened there?"
JFA: "Like you need to ask..."

Commissionership Triple Threat Match: God Jinrai v Mr. Reilly v The Game G91

“Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a Triple Threat match for the AWF Commissionership. Introducing first, representing the Corporate World Order… Mr Reilly!”

JHA: “And this match should be quick…”
JFA: “A mild understatement… Mr Reilly appears to have had both his opponents forcibly removed. Jinrai was taken to the local hospital earlier tonight… and Galvatron91 just caught a beating as well.”

Climbing into the ring, Reilly signals for the microphone.

Reilly: “Greetings, my loyal subjects. Some of you may have been expecting a triple threat for the commissionership right about now. Well, if you look in your programs, you will see the phrase “card subject to change.” There will be no Triple Threat tonight. God Jinrai is unconscious in the hospital, after somebody heinous hired the GPA. And as for Galvatron91... Well, he appears to have just suffered an accident as well…”

It’s time to play the game…

JHA: “Huh?”
JFA: “This can’t be…”

It’s all about the game and how you play it,
All about control and if you can take it


Mr Reilly stares up the ramp in disbelief as Galvatron91 strolls through the curtains, Scout alongside him, both apparently fine.

JHA: “What is going on?”
JFA: “I… don’t know…”

G91 raises the microphone he is carrying.

G91: “Heya sport. Lemme tell you a little story… I was all geared up for my interview, when suddenly my good buddy the O’Con comes around the corner. Y’know what he was dragging with him? Two beat-up GPA boys… seems he’d caught them gearing up to ambush me during the interview... Much like they did to Jinners. So, we hid the bodies… and… well, I think you’re smart enough to figure out what happened next…”

The Commissioner’s face drops in disbelief, as he mouths an obscenity at the approaching Degenerate.

G91: “And it’s no good looking for your CWO boys to bail you out… Somebody didn’t reserve a spot for Scout’s motorcycle… she’s had to park it in the corridor. Unfortunately, it seems to have blocked the doorway to the CWO locker room… shame, eh?”

All the time, the Game draws closer and closer to the ring, finally finishing his monologue as he clambers onto the apron.

JHA: “He’s set him up!!”
JFA: “Turnabout is fair play!!”
JHA: “This is meant to be a triple threat - not one on one!”
JFA: “Card is subject to change… G91 climbing through the ropes now, and Reilly wasting no time… stomping away at that damaged leg… but, the Game just grabbing him by the throat… slings him down to the mat… the bell rings… Reilly up again, charges at him, no - countered into a knee-lift facebuster by G91...”
JHA: “Oh no… he’s not even prepared to wrestle tonight!”
JFA: “Who’s fault is that?! Galvatron91 lifting him up again… mobility limited by bad back… bad leg… Double underhook already… Pedigree! He got it!!”
JHA: “Get up, Reilly!!!”
JFA: “Cover! One! Two! Three!! He got it!!!”

The D-N theme reverberates around the arena as the crowd go crazy. Galvatron91 climbs back to his feet, grinning from ear to ear as Scout rushes in to congratulate the new commissioner.
JHA: “THIS IS THE DARKEST MOMENT IN THE HISTORY OF THE AWF!”

JFA: “This is one of the GREATEST MOMENTS in AWF History…The Game is the Commissioner…The Game is the Commissioner! And this leads us to the Six Pack Challenge…before Stone Cold Skywarp, Blaster_86, Thundercracker84, Vin Ghostal, Redstreak, & RCOSD are introduced let me fill you in on the rules…its an elimination style match…if you submit, are pinned, or counted out you are eliminated. Last man left is our champion.

Glass Shatters

JRA: “Ladies and gentlemen, its now time for the Six Pack Challenge for the AWF Championship…making his way to the ring area first…from Carlisle, England Stone Cold Skywarp.”
JFA: “One of the odds on favorites to win this thing, and also thanks to Commissioner Reilly the last man to qualify!”
JHA: “He’s lucky to be here that is all I will say…”
Walk begins to play…
(crowd erupts)
JRA: “Next to the ring area…hailing from right here in the WINDY CITY…the Leader of the CWO Thundercracker84!”
JFA: “A hometown favorite here…perhaps the only place in the world where he WILL get cheered!”
"The Saga Continues"
JFA: “I guess we know who’s next…”
JRA: “From Camden, New Jersey…Vin Ghostal!”
JFA: “One of the most despicable human beings…and I use that term loosely…I have ever had the misfortune of meeting…”
JHA: “What a great Champion…he’s the real people’s Champ!”
JFA: “Yeah…”
JRA: “Next…hailing from Glasgow Scotland…RCOSD!”
JFA: “The one man army out here seeking his first run as AWF Champion…”
JHA: “That would be a scary sight…”
JRA: “From the Motor City…Foundation member…Redstreak!”
JFA: “One of two Foundation members present in this match…along with one former one…the founder no less…in Vin Ghostal…and so much bad blood between Ghostal and the Foundation…should be an interesting form to settle that here!”
Look out and Shout!
JRA: “And YOUR AWF Champion…he hails from Vancouver British Columbia, he is Blaster_86!”
JFA: “We are about to get under way here…the referee calls for the bell and it looks like the referee indicates that RCOSD and Redstreak will start out this match. Pretty simple here folks…one on one action…you can tag anyone in you like and in his final stipulation…there are to be no disqualifications…so here we go and this one is underway. Redstreak and RCOSD locking up…RCOSD with the obvious strength advantage over Red…simply powers him into the corner…follows up with a hard edge chop…but they find themselves in StoneCold’s corner, and Stone Cold decided to give RCOSD a hard whack…”
JHA: “Wait a minute!”
JFA: “While RCOSD was distracted by Stone Cold…Redstreak gets a quick roll up..1, 2, 3! I can’t believe this…RCOSD has already been eliminated…RCOSD has been eliminated…and he’s not taking it too kindly. Jumping back to his feet and a lariat to the back of the skull of Redstreak. Now to the outside…grabbing a chair…and he’s proceeding to beat the hell out of Redstreak with the chair.”
JHA: “Shows that dirty cheat to jump someone from behind…”
JFA: “Rcosd has snapped here folks and…it looks like the referee has gotten him out of the ring and security is bringing him to the back…meanwhile…here comes Vin Ghostal…and Ghostal ever the opportunist, scooping up the remains of Redstreak and WHIRLWIND….whirlwind on the chair! And now…oh this isn’t necessary…Ghostal locking in the Sharpshooter here…and Red is out folks…he is out like a light…ref checking him and Red can’t answer the count…the Ref calls for the bell and he’s been eliminated as well…DAMNIT! DAMN THAT GHOSTAL!”
JHA: “Ghostal just went postal on that jobber’s ass!”
JFA: “Have you been hanging out with the GPA again?”
JHA: “Once or twice…”
JFA: “I thought so…well Redstreak and RCOSD have quickly been eliminated and we are down to a four way dance…thus far the action has been fast and brutal here. Blaster_86 rushes in the ring to check his teammate only to get jumped by Ghostal as well, who drops a double ax handle on the Champion…Ghostal working on the lower back…delivers a knee to the Champion then scoops him up and backs him into the corner. Series of hard kicks to the gut…scoop into a hard backbreaker…Ghostal now tags in the high flying TC84.
JHA: “Much to the delight of the crowd!’
JFA: “True…the hometown boy here…going right to work with a Rolling Thunder down on the back. Blaster is writhing…his back has to be just seething with pain. TC now with the crowd behind him picks him up to slam him back to the mat hard, then does a standing guillotine leg drop into the small of the back!”
JHA: “Now it looks like TC84 is getting some help…”
JFA: “it does indeed, hard tad to Stone Cold…and Stone Cold doesn’t seem to appreciate the tag one bit! SCSW with the trademarked stomps on the champion. And now…Stone Cold returns the favor with a hard slap tag to TC84.”
JHA: “Now there’s no call for that!”
JFA: “Hypocrite!”
JHA: “Bless you!”
JFA: “Ummmm…nevermind…TC84 back into the match…but Blaster has his second wind! A series of hard punches on TC84, Blaster sends him to the rope…and a nice Drop Kick! Blaster with the clear upper hand…scoops up TC84…STIFF BEAT! Blaster hit the stiff beat…and he’s looking to follow up with the SOUNDSAULT…bouncing to the ropes…but Ghostal! DAMN HIM! DAMN GHOSTAL JUST LEVELED BLASTER_86 with a chair as he went to leap onto TC84…TC is barely coherent but he’s got enough in him to make the cover…1, 2, 3…and Blaster_86 has be ousted…the Champion is out! Thanks to that vile…dirty…”
JHA: “Wonderful..charming…handsome…”
JFA: “Stop sucking up…he can’t hear you…he’s a sick individual and so are you for looking up to him!”
JHA: “Oh look at who you like…Stone Cold…a drunk…DN…a couple of Degenerates…should I continue?”
JFA: “Will you stop? Due to a tragic miscarriage of justice, the Champion has been eliminated…”
JHA: “Ah ah ah! FORMER!”
JFA: “Yes…former…fine…Stone Cold comes back in now…and we are down to three. I really don’t like that Vin Ghostal is one the outside here…”
JHA: “Neither does he…”
JFA: “Apparently not…cause he’s now in the ring…referee admonishing him…to little avail, Ghostal just shoves him, and it is no DQ”
JHA: “So shove away!”
JFA: “Right…So now suddenly it’s a three way dance I guess…and it seems that Ghostal is helping Stone Cold stomp a mudhole in TC84 here…and Ghostal now almost like he’s looking for some camaraderie and he won’t get it…a quick boot…and a STUNNER! The stunner to Vin Ghostal! Now…with TC84 struggling to his feet…SCSW snaps him into the ropes…Lou Theisz press and fists of fury! Those piston like punches of the Rattlesnake now…side of the head and Skywarp is on his feet, off the rope and the elbow hard to the face of TC84. And now back up and a similar elbow to Casper…”
JHA: ‘GHOSTAL!’
JFA: “Whatever…Stone Cold going for TC84 now…and there’s a low blow on Stone Cold by TC…stops the momentum there and he looks like he is going to try to finish this one off…he’s on the top…and he leaps…BUT NOT ON SKYWARP! Five Star Frog Splash onto Ghostal…Ghostal should be done here…TC84 struggling…he’s hurt from the move…back to his feet…but so is SCSW…spins around the stunned TC…boot stunner…cover…1, 2, 3! And the hometown boy has been eliminated here…much to the dismay of his fans!”
JHA: “listen to the ovation…a choir of praise!”
JFA: “Ummm…ok…now then we are down to two men here. Stone Cold and Vin Ghostal…and Ghostal is down…but wait…TC84 with a chair and he just leveled Stone Cold…the ref is forcing him out but the damage may be done here…Stone Cold just got whalloped and now both men are down.”
JHA: “ACK! GET UP VIN! GET UP!”
JFA: “You are on a first name basis with that maniac? Well figures, my momma always says you can tell a lot about someone by the company you keep…”
JHA: “And we all know about your momma…”
JFA: “You don’t want to go there…and Ghostal finally to his feet, rushes to drop the elbow into the back…and obvious set up for the Sharpshooter. Ghostal taking a few moments to taunt the crowd and Warp meanwhile pulling himself up…Ghostal turns only to turn into another STUNNER!”
JHA: “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
JFA: “This one should be over here…cover…but WAIT! WHAT THE HELL!?!”
JHA: “WORD HOMESLICE!!”
JFA: “The GPA…Unicron has the referee…and Viewfind has just dropped Stone Cold like fourth period French with his newly won hardcore title! Stone Cold is out…Viewfind places Ghostal on top for the cover and exits…Unicron releases the ref…1, 2, 3! Vin Ghostal is the champ…thanks to those louses in the GPA…DAMNIT!”
JHA: “REDEMPTION! SWEET GLORIOUS REDEMTPION! I may have lost a friend in the Commissioner’s office, but I gained one in the World Champion!”
JFA: “And the GPA now…carrying Vin Ghostal out on their shoulders…this is sick…we’re outta time folks…no Warzone this week…see you next week on Mayhem! Thanks for tuning in and happy holidays!”
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*IC*
D-Extreme and Cyberstrike I must compliment you two for a hard fought match but the result is still the same. Lock & King have once again prove that we are the best Tag Team Champions of AWF's past and present. The competition may be fierce but we always rise to the occassion. It doesn't matter who the next challengers may be they will be beatened just the same. Bring it on! :eyebrow:

*OOC*
Wow! Unbelievable writing. I feel like I was reading poetry. Great job guys. Ten stars out of ten.
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Hey Cyberstrike, Can you say Dinotbot Slam?
The Lock told you he was going to whoop your @$$ and The Lock did just that. The Tag Gold stays in the Foundation.

If Ya Smell What The Lock Is Cookin' :eyebrow:
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D-Extreme: Lock and King, you fought well against me and my friend Cyberstrike, you guys may have won today, but well be ready for you guys soon, oh its true!

OOC: Great PPV!!!...damn I thought it was gonna be next week, wow I never knew it would be up 2 mins after I posted in the preview.
The X-WCW IS BACK!!! Wanna get XTREME? YOU JUST GOT IT!

D-Ex and Igz, your AWF Tag Team Champs. You think you got what it takes to take The Serial Slackaz on? Then join the
AWF and show us what you got!
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IC: Well, well, well...it looks like we got a new sheriff in town! and there's going to be a world of fun on the horizon...first things first...i want to get some entertainment going...hey Sean...you get the address of the Gentlemen's Club? I'll worry about the administrative stuff of running the company tomorrow!
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Blaster sits in his dressing room rubbing his back

Y3B: My car windsheild gets broken, I get screwed out of my title by a last minute stipulation, and you know what I am far from happy. Infact you can say I am quite pissed off. Ghost wins the title with help. My what surprise Commander Assclown calls in his loyal assclown soldiers to win a match for him what a surprise. Now on the good side Lock and King retained the titles from The Nimrods Laborstrike and D-Extreme... who in all seriousness is about as extreme as that monkey that sniffs his finger after picking his ass in that one video.

*shakes his head rolling his eyes*

Anyways I am expecting Casper the Broken headed Commander off the Assclown 101st Army brigade to get on and run his ego filled head to let some of the hot air out. Look at it this way, he didn't win the title other people did it for him and how typical that is when I lose the title lord knows it will never be a 1 vs 1 matter.
Come hell or high water I'll get that title back just as I got it last time. With a fair 1-2-3 count. I'll see yah when I see yah Casper as of this time you may aswell consider me the 5th Ghost buster.
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*During a commercial break of "Vin Ghostal's 'How to be a Player'" we see an advertisement for the GPA*

*We see Viewfind, Unicron, Prowl?, and Divebomb enter a strip club and take seats around a table*

Viewfind: "Where dem fine honeys at? I gotta get my mack on."

Divebomb: "Can't you ever be serious? We've had a lot of business lately."

Prowl?: "Word."

Unicron: "Always leave it up to Ghostal to be our best customer."

Divebomb: "And he pays well."

Prowl?: "Tru dat, tru dat."

Unicron: "There's just one thing I and all the suckas gots ta know, why are we in the Protection racket?"

*Viewfind pauses to point out a few strippers making their way over*

Viewfind: "It simple foo, cause we need lap dance money."
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We see Silly Cow in the Pulp Faction lockerroom sitting on a bench getting back massage from a couple of his female fans.

"Damn you, Mirage. Someday you'll get what you've been asking for a long time now. Tonight the Name-refers-to-his-ego-nothing-more Ragebowski did everything he could to keep his title, except fighting the match. But mark my words, there'll be a day when all of you cWo helps, all of your dirty foul playings, all of your plots will be of no use. And that will be the day you lose the title which you've so succesfully dragged down to the filfths along with yourself. There'll be a day when the IC title gets a holder it deserves. And I can promise it won't pe Mirage. And I promise there's more than a good chance it to be The Lamster."

Silly Cow stands up.

"Let's go grils. I need some rest."

Female Fan #1: "Rest?"
Female Fan #2: "There's no fear of you getting any of that any time soon, tiger."

SC sees the grins on both the girls.
"Damn you ladies too. Someday you'll be the death of me...Can't hardly wait"
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Originally posted by Blaster_86
Blaster sits in his dressing room rubbing his back

Y3B: D-Extreme... who in all seriousness is about as extreme as that monkey that sniffs his finger after picking his ass in that one video.


D-Extreme: ........*coughs and points to himself*And your talking to I.R.? ..bah! Atleast I dont fight my way out of a paper bag like what you did in the super market 2 weeks ago! So you better be wise and shut it before I stick one of YOUR fingers up your ass so deep you wont be wrestling in a decade or so, so when you'll be back in the AWF by that time, you'll be one bitch lookin like Mea Young!
The X-WCW IS BACK!!! Wanna get XTREME? YOU JUST GOT IT!

D-Ex and Igz, your AWF Tag Team Champs. You think you got what it takes to take The Serial Slackaz on? Then join the
AWF and show us what you got!
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You know, I went to the arena to take part in Deep Freeze, and then I get there, and I'm told that not only am I not on the card, but I'm not even taking part in a dark match, I'v been signed up to the AWF for around a month now and I still havn't had a debut match because my challenge to Prowl? was ignored by the commisioner even though Prowl? accepted. Adolf is sick of waiting on the sidelines, watching everybody else kick ass in the AWF, I want a match on the next mahem, I don't care with who, I just want a fight. because the AWF will feel the wrath of Adolf.
Heil Hitler!

OOC: That was some great writing guys, good job, can't wait until I debut
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(OOC: Top notch writing guys. Shame the last Mayhem got screwed over, but the PPV more than made up for it. 5 stars!)

Sixswitch sits at the EMT station, getting his arm bandaged up. Shortly, he gets up, grins at the doctor and thanks him, before leaving.

Lisa Lovelace: Sixswitch, a word, if you will.

Sixswitch grins.

Ss: Sure, what's up?
LL: What are your thoughts on your match with HBK just now?
Ss: Well, you know Lisa? It's hard to be humble when you've just beat four no good, lowlife, cheating, talentless scum all over the arena, but you aren't here to talk about the GPA.
LL: Exactly.
Ss: Thing is Lisa. Proving that I was better than HBK was never my goal. My aim was to prove to him that he overlooked a certain something when he kicked me out of DN. And tonight? I think I proved that. Getting the pinfall wasn't all that important in the grand scheme of things. Going out there, putting on a show, and providing some damn stiff opposition was my aim, and I think I did that.

LL: Yes, you did. How do you feel about our new Commisioner, The Game?

Ss: Well, we all know the history I've got with Galvatron91, and we all know that there's still just a hint of bad blood there. But at the end of the day, he meets every challenge, fights every fight... Unlike the Corporate asshole he just replaced. So yeah, the new regime sits fine with me.

LL: And finally, let's get back to the GPA.

Ss: Ah yes, the GPA. Always sticking their long noses where they don't belong... Well, the poor saps have to compensate for the lack of length somewhere else don't they? Well I guess we found out who the real men were tonight, didn't we? The game mentioned a Gentlemen's club earlier. Perhaps you guys should go look for another kind of 'mens' club.

LL: Thanks for your time, Six.

Ss: Always my pleasure.

Sixswitch winks at Lisa, and strolls off.
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OP2005: Blood Spilled. You said you da Reaper Man, well guess what, the Reaper's are officially closed remember.

*Looks back at Y3B's car*

OP2005: I didn't know Cloud's blood would stain so much. TOUGH LUCK!!!
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Lock and King you lucky and but remember luck runs out.
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Since the CWO/nTo can't get the job done anymore for including themselves all I got say is:
I QUIT THE CWO and the nTo!!
They've costed me both the European and IC title matches I was in and they costed my revenge match with Ravage well so Thundercrapper, Cyberskunk, and the rest of the CWO/nTo jackasses take the CWO and the nTo and stick up your ass!!

Ravage is not over between us yet.
Ravage I want one more match with you a House of Pain match:
It is a cage match with a roof you win by handcuffing your foe to
the side of the cage and the winner gets to beat the hell out of
the loser handcuffed to the cage for 5 minutes.
What do you say Ravage?


OOC: Good show.
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OP2005: You did the best thing for yourself, quitting the damn nTo, CwO.... hehe. Good on you.
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*floor 6, room 665 of the local hospital*

Jinrai still lay unconscious... internal bleeding had stopped, but no one was sure if he really was going to make it... the conchairto to his head had done serious damage to the brain, and if he DID awaken... the question remained... would he be able to function at all... much less as he once did...?

a nurse and a doc were in checking on him, when suddenly, his right hand started to shake... and from his unconscious form, his voice broke at last...

"e...erik... m..make them pay...for this...." and as he finished his words, he fell back into unconsciousness... but things were only growing worse... heart monitor readings were becomming erratic, eventually dropping significantly from his previous readings... just barely still functioning... all that was left now... was to wait... and see...
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Originally posted by Extreme_Kup
D-Extreme: ........*coughs and points to himself*And your talking to I.R.? ..bah! Atleast I dont fight my way out of a paper bag like what you did in the super market 2 weeks ago!


What is with you and Cyberstrike stalking me? I mean, yes I have better looks then you too ugly gene pool rejects, yes I have more sex appeal then you soon to be 40 year old virgins, yes I have more talent then you.... talentless jerkoffs but that doesn't mean you can go around following me every where I go pestering me for an autograph.

It seems you suffer from Schizophrenia aswell, what paper bag? I use plastic.

Originally posted by Extreme_Kup
So you better be wise and shut it before I stick one of YOUR fingers up your ass so deep you wont be wrestling in a decade or so, so when you'll be back in the AWF by that time, you'll be one bitch lookin like Mea Young!


*Blaster raises an eyebrow and gets a large smirk across his lips*

You? D-Extreme, the one known for being for a while but has only accomplished being Cyberstrike's Bitch/Lover/Savior when he is about to lose a match. And you are Threatening Moi? The Youngest ever AWF World Champ?

*shakes his head starting laugh*

Listen you Assclown you're issueing threats that you'd need fifty other people in the ring to help you cash in beating me and you know what? I think that I am gonna give you a chance at this.
Next Monday Mayhem, D-Extreme Vs. LOOK OUT AND SHOUT Y3B Blaster_86.

You been stalking me as well it seems so here's your chance to get up close and personal with me, my looks, my charm, my ego and my fist.
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OOC: WOW! This MORE than makes up for a lack of Mayhem. Good job, boys! :D :D :D

BIC: Well, UPF, I'm man enough to admit who's the better man. I came down expecting to beat you, but you beat me. Now, seeing as this is the holiday season, I ain't gonna get angry. I'm just going to raise a beer and congratulate you on a good match.

*raises a beer*

Now, onto the stuff I ain't so happy about...

G91: You'd better not screw us over. We've helped you out dozens of times. And I promise you. You screw us over, you will not live to regret it.

Deathscream: Watch your mouth, rookie! You thought you could ride our train to fame, and then you stabbed us in the back at the earliest opportunity. And to think I kicked the carp out of Ravage because of you...

Ghostal: Seeing as how we didn't have that table match on Monday, how's about we have it next week. And how's about we put that nice new title you've got on the line? Unless you're full of chicken ****. :)
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