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The camera fades in on Commissioner Game.

G91: “Thank for joining us. In the world of sport entertainment, sometimes things go completely haywire. Such was the case this week, when during the filming of this week’s Mayhem we lost virtually our entire set. Due to this, we had to piece the show together using the film after it arrived back here at AWF HQ. Unfortunately, the European Title match and the Hardcore Title Announcement were delayed in processing. Rather than make you good fans wait any longer, we will have a special Saturday Warzone this week and these matches will be viewed then along with some live Warzone matches. We apologize again, enjoy the show and we’ll see you this Saturday!”

The Pyro ignites bringing another episode of Mayhem on the Air!

JFA: “We are here once again for another sold out edition of Mayhem! Tonight promises to be a very special night, featuring title matches for the Euro title and a special announcement on the Hardcore Title, a non-title contest between AWF Champion Vin Ghostal and Sixswitch, and a special announcement for the Commissioner right here tonight!”

JHA: “All that and a ton of great matches…well this first once is rather debatable as to how good it will be, but we have it nonetheless!”

JFA: “Will you stop? Let’s go to our first exciting match up of the evening!”

Starscreamer v OP2005

Starscreamer and Op2005 bust from backstage kicking and punching, catching the audience completely by surprise! As they hammer away at each other the fans begin to cheer, and the two AWF commentators turn to investigate the commotion.

JHA: “Holy hell, they’re off already! We haven’t even played the entrance music, heck, we haven’t even rung the bell”!
JFA: “But they just don’t care! These two are really busting for a scrap following their suspect pairing against Compufire during last weeks Warzone”.

As they talk, Starscreamer grabs a big foam pointy hand from a fan and proceeds to bash Op over the head with it. The soft foam smashes off his cranium, sending Op splattering into the guardrail. Starscreamer laughs, and performs a little twirl. His mastery of style and grace still unmatched within the federation.

JFA: “Such impressive tactics from ‘Screamer tonight, but isn’t he even bothered about a legitimate win”?
JHA: “Don’t think so J, the aim of the game here is just to bash each others brains out”.

Op2005 shakes his head and springs back to his feet, a wide angled lop-kick knocks Starscreamer into the side, causing him to drop his deadly weapon, and they revert back to hand-to-hand fighting. Op jams ‘Screamer down and prepares to deliver an inverse tachyon pulse, but the powerful Atlantan free’s himself in the nick of time to score with a German suplex to the aisle floor, knocking poor Op six ways from Sunday.

JHA: “Superb stuff, but for the love of god will you guys please just get in the ring”?

As Starscreamer closes in, Op2005 jams back into life to hit a quick neck chop. ‘Screamer reels in shock, allowing Op to pick up a small child from the crowd and hurl him at his adversary. Starscreamer unintentionally ducks out of the way, and the little kid sails over him into the crowd on the opposite side of the guardrail. Op curses and sprints toward the sexy mofo, but ‘Screamer has been playing possum with his injury! He forward rolls, then pushes away with his fists to send both feet shooting skyward into Op’s chin. They collide with a heavy smack, sending Op into the air for a second, before crashing down again onto the hard, unforgiving aisle floor. Starscreamer bodypops his way back to a vertical position and disses Op in the most dissworthy way possible. The fans delight at his stunningly creative dissery, and wonder as to when his first album will come out?

JFA: “Starscreamer really stickin’ it to the man now”.

Op is non-pent-up ball of rage. He lets rip into Starscreamer with both fist blazing. Half a dozen of one, and a six of the other. Incredibly, Starscreamer stands up to the beating and even manages to square up to him. The battle rages like a typhoon as all limbs are brought into the fray with maximum force. A mini Royal Rumble of their own!

JHA: “This is great, I never knew these two were so tough”!
JFA: “I suppose you just have to press the right buttons J, and these two certainly know what those buttons are ”.

Op dodges a vicious axe hammer blow and counters with a Russian leg sweep, knocking Starscreamer to the ground. Before the Georgian prince can make a move, Op is rolling him over. A fast punch to the head, and he’s hoisting ‘Screamer up onto his shoulder, and now he charging towards the ring!

JHA: “Alright, it looks like Op means business at last”.
JFA: “But look, he’s not stopping! Oh my, I do believe he’s -”
JHA: “He’s going to ram Starscreamer headfirst into the ring wall! Oh good gravy”!

The fans cheer haughtily as Starscreamer comes to his senses. He realises Op’s intentions toward him aren’t honorable, and wriggles like a maggot on a fishing hook. His movements slow Op down considerably, and just as they reach the ring, ‘Screamer hustles himself from Op’s grasp, lands behind him, and piledrives him into the floor!

JFA: “Wha-Hoa! What a crushing blow by ‘Screamer. Op looks to be jarred beyond belief”.

Starscreamer allows no time for recuperation. He lifts Op’s shattered body and tosses him into the ring, then climbs up the outside of one of the turnbuckles and signal to the audience. The bell rings, and he squats down, building up tremendous quantities of kinetic energy in his legs.

JHA: “Looks like the death knell for Op”.

He leaps, and performs a stunning modified version of his own, patented spinning air bomb, and knocks the remaining fight from Op with maximum damage. ‘Screamer goes for the pin, 1... 2... 3!!!!

The bell rings, and Prince’s ‘Sexy Muther****er’ drowns the fans in mid 90’s funk/rock. Starscreamer goes into overdrive, as if he’d just been for a walk in the park rather than an intense wrestling match, and wow’s the fans super stylish dance moves from the latest clubs. He is the ultimate fashion accessory for the 21st Century and he knows it.

JFA: “Incredible, Starscreamer does it again. Boy but this boy knows how to work that crowd”.
JHA: “He was especially riled up tonight. I suppose that’s what you get when you don’t tag him in, and then go on to make harsh comments about his mother”.
JFA: “True, but I don’t think Op is going to let this feud lie. I think its great what they’ve got going, and as long as he keeps making our coffee, I hope they stay excellently violent to each other for a long time to come”.
JHA: “Amen to that my brother”.

JFA: “Well our next contest was a late edition to the Mayhem card being signed just this weekend by the Game in response to some backstage problems.”

JHA: “Yeah, say what you will about the Game, but he believes in settling things in the ring.”

CloudStrifer Vs. Wolfgang

JFA: And the next match has two of the newer talents that will probably be top notch comp…
JHA: Don’t lie one got beat by a girl he has no chance.
JFA: Well that may be true but…
JHA: There are no buts in this; he sucks end of story.
JFA: Well anyways this should be a great contest!

JRA: This match is scheduled fall.

Cut my life into pieces, this is my Last Resort

JRA: Making his way to the ring now From the Jungles of time CLOUD STRIFER!

Cloud slowly walks to the ring slightly infuriated that he was greeted by laughter and boos from the crowd sliding into the ring under the bottom rope looking at the crowd with spite.

JRA: And his opponent from St. Helens, Merseyside, England. WOLFGANG!

The Zoo hits and Wolfgang comes from behind the curtains to a few boos but mainly cheers as he trots down to the ring sliding in.

JFA: With all these stuff going on with Lord Zarak it seems that more people have gotten behind Wolfgang.
JHA: Bah, there are no Schizo’s in the CWO, they are all sane.
JFA: That is questionable. Cloudstrifer has wasted no time here putting the boots to Wolfgang before he was even standing.
JHA: Yeah that is how you do it, take him down early.
JFA: Cloudstrifer picking up his opponent now and giving him a solid body slam to the mat. Trying to get this one over early going for the pin.
JHA: Yeah get this snore of a match over!
JFA: It’s barley started!
JHA: Showing it can only get worse.

Cloudstrifer gets only a two count on his quick pin attempt picking Wolfgang back up and Irish whipping him to the corner.

JFA: Irish whip by Cloudstrifer, reversed by Wolfgang sending Cloud hard into the turnbuckle.

Cloudstrifer bounced back out after the solid collision right into a full nelson slam by Wolfgang.

JFA: Good way to get the match back in your favor by Wolfgang picking his opponent up and lifting him into the air for a vertical suplex and bringing him back down with a thud.
JHA: He grabbed the tights that’s illegal!
JFA: Only in a pin.
JHA: Well it should be whenever.

Wolfgang getting up doing the Red Moon which is a standing moonsault pin

JFA: 1….2… and a kick out by Cloudstrifer.

Wolfgang back to his feet putting a few boots too Strifer pulling him back up and throwing him hard into the ropes sending him back out towards Wolfgang and giving him a hard clothes line knocking him back down.

JFA: Nice clothesline by Wolfgang who seems to have this match in hand now.
JHA: Bah, why trust a guy who got beat by a girl to beat this fool.
JFA: You’re still jealous Scout laid on top of him aren’t you?
JHA: Shut up.
JFA: Strifer back to his feet now taking punches to the chest from Wolfgang beating him back to the corner.

They reach the corner Cloudstrifer sliding down to the last turn buckle Wolfgang grabbing his legs and dragging him away going back to the ropes and climbing the turnbuckles.

JFA: Wolfgang climbing the turnbuckles now going for the Wolf Thunder now.
JHA: I think this type of match should be made illegal.
JFA: And why did this little tid bit come up
JHA: Nothing this boring should be legal.
JFA: Right anyways Wolfgang jumps and it looks like Cloud used what energy he has left to roll out of the way.

Wolfgang collides with the mat sitting up grabbing his back the pain evident as he lays back down staring at the ceiling. Cloudstrifer getting on all fours shaking his head as he comes around slowly getting to his feet shaking his head turning around and looking at his downed opponent moving to the other side of the ring getting ready.

JFA: Cloudstrifer stalking his downed opponent now getting ready for the Odin’s spear.
JHA: What? Match almost over? And Wolfgang isn’t winning? YEAH! Maybe this’ll knock sense into him about Lord Zarak being a schizo too!
JFA: Wolfgang getting up now.

Wolfgang slowly turns around and Cloudstrifer launches off towards his opponent.

JHA: HERE IT COMES! YE….NOOOO!
JFA: Wolfgang used Cloudstrifers momentum against and he ran right into the black mane.
JHA: So very…. Very… close!
JFA: Wolfgang is up now waiting, waiting. Cloudstrifer slowly to his feet shaking his head. Walking right into the Deathstalker up and… oh no.
JHA: Ahhh finally some relief from this boredom.

Lord Zarak came trudging down the aisle chair in hand. As Wolfgang got a 3 count on the downed Strifer.

JFA: Well Wolfgang got the win but he doesn’t know Zarak is there.
JHA: Time to teach Wolfgang a lesson

Zarak slid into the ring and slammed the metal chair into the back of his former Comrade then hitting him again on the ground giving him a few god stomps before the ref tried to grab him away.

JFA: He had no right to be here why is he even down here?
JHA: Who cares he just made this match interesting
JFA: The match is over
JHA: This more then makes up for it.

Zarak shoved the ref off grabbing Wolfgang by the hair dragging him up then setting him up for the Sting in the tail.

JFA: Someone stop this.
JHA: I’ll stop it after it’s done.
JFA: You’re a real help.
JHA: You know it.

Zarak dragged Wolfgang down slamming his spine ontop of the chair getting up and spitting at Zarak before sliding out of the ring as other refs come out True Faith blaring over the speakers almost entirely drowned out by the chorus of boos from the crowd a smug look on his face as he walks backwards up the ramp the refs tending too Wolfgang as EMTs make their way down.
JFA: “What a sickening display by Zarak…what business does he have down here? He should be preparing for his Title Defense against Silly Cow!”
JHA: “He did prepare…he just warmed up by kicking the hell out of Wolfgang!’

Backstage at the Commissioner’s Office

JFA: “Looks like the Game has been busy!”
JHA: “You Referring to the Rolling Rock bottles?’
JFA: “Ummm…no…”
JHA: “The ladies sitting on the couch?”
JFA: “No damnit…I was referring to the stack of paperwork on his desk, what do you think he does all day back there, party?”
JHA: “I’ve heard rumors…but I never seem to get invited!”
JFA: “Wonder why that is…”

Knock knock

G91: “Come in…Ah….Mr. Reilly, punctual as always! Good to see you…good to see you!”
Reilly: “What do you want? Isn’t it bad enough that your debauchery has tainted my office, you have to rub my nose in it?”
G91: “What? You don’t like the redecorating? Look…this place was a lot like your career when I took over…a tomb! Anyways, having kicked your ass last month at Deep Freeze, I became your boss…as such if you want to continue to receive a paycheck you have to do something worth while. Since you seem to have no marketable skills booking matches and frankly you are such a bore that if I made you an announcer we would simply lull the fans to sleep, and seeings how you like to be so active in the ring, I was thinking you should be a wrestler.”
Reilly: “WHAT? I can’t wrestle!”
G91: “Oh I’m very well aware of the fact that you suck in the ring…but frankly I can’t think of what else to do with you and firing you would be far too easy. As such, I’ve entered you in the 40 man royal rumble taking place at the upcoming pay per view. And to see that you get a little tutoring in the ways of the ring, why don’t you warm up tonight with a tag team match…you can pair up with TC84…I figure he’s talented enough to carry your pathetic, sorry ass…and you can face….oh yeah…I booked you guys against Compufire!”
Reilly: “But I…I…you…”
G91: “Oh you don’t need to thank me…that look is thanks enough…oh yeah…and I want you to meet one of your opponents for the upcoming rumble…you may remember him…I just hired him back and entered him in the rumble.”

Reilly turns around to see…

JFA & JHA: “OH MY GOD! IT’S CLAYPOOL!”
G91: “You remember Claypool, don’t you? You fired him…didn’t you? Yeah…I brought him back…he seems to have something against you.”
Claypool: “Yeah G, can’t seem to remember why…oh wait…that whole stripping me of the belt and firing me…that could be it.”
Reilly “You can’t do this!”
G91: “There’s the door Reilly, don’t let it hit you on the way out! Oh and…HAVE A NICE DAY!”
The Game and Claypool continue to chat as Reilly is escorted out by security.
JFA: “Reilly is in the Rumble…Claypool is back! WHAT’S NEXT?!?”

A promo for the new Degeneration NeXt DiscretioN T-Shirt modeled by the lovely Scout & Sixshot

JHA: “WHOA! Those are hot!”
JFA: “The new DN t-shirts?”
JHA: “What T-shirts?”
JFA: “Yeah…

King v Prowl?

Never Going To Stop comes over the PA as the next match is underway…
RA: “Ladies and gentlemen…this match is scheduled for one fall…making his way to the ring area he is one half of the AWF Tag Team Champions and representing the Foundation, hailing from Los Angeles, CA…The King!’
JFA: “A rare singles match here for the King, and one has to suspect that a victory by his opponent, Prowl? Of the NWA, would put them in line to gain a possible Tag Team Title match.”
JHA: “Well that is true…after Bombers defeated Lock last week, the Game told him to find a partner and gave them a shot at gaining the number one contender spot for those highly coveted Tag Titles.”
“Never Going to Stop” gives way to the The Immigrant Song
RA: “And his opponent, he is a member of the NWA and representing the GPA, hailing from Up Yours, Baby…Prowl?”
JFA: “I guess after the brutal match Divebomb had, I’m not surprised that he isn’t out here with Prowl, but I am shocked that a GPA member is out here alone.”
JHA: “Why, you think they need the help?”
JFA: ‘That’s just it…they don’t need the help, but they always seem to rely upon it. Well, the ref is calling for the bell…this one is underway! Fast start to the action here as King comes out of the gate strong with a series of chops…backing Prowl into the corner, driving him back with an elbow to the top of the head. Prowl, trying to counter with a few punches back, but King is out in a flurry here tonight J.’
JHA: “Motivated by fear! He doesn’t want to face the NWA!”
JFA: “I doubt its that…I would say he’s out here to prove a point more than anything. Irish whip by King, sending Prowl hard chest first into the opposite buckle, hard impact as Prowl’s chest bounces of the top turnbuckle, staggering back, King locks on and drops him with a release german suplex. Prowl? Had the back of his head bounce off the mat…and not a good start to this match.”
JHA: “OH NO! I think Viewfind or someone better get out here to help motivate Prowl?”
JFA: “Quickly back to work now, King moves to the top rope and waits…Prowl? Staggers back to his feet, and King leaps from the top rope…clothesline from up top, nearly decapitating Prowl? Prowl in serious trouble here…a quick cover…1, 2, no…a kick out…kick out by Prowl?”
JHA: “WHERE IS THE GPA HERE?”
JFA: “Maybe they don’t care…but King cares…he cares about getting a win here. Goes to scoop up Prowl…but Prowl with a shot below the belt…the great equalizer if you will and Prowl has a chance here to collect his thoughts. He took a good series of moves there though that had to of taken a lot out of him! He isn’t really able to capitalize here it looks like he’s really woozy from the early attack. King with a chance to recoup and he’s charging again and Prowl, gets leveled by the clothesline from hell. And just like that Prowl? Is back down.”
JHA: “King has definitely been the aggressor here in the match…Prowl? Just has to come around fast!”
JFA: “King has definitely dominated the match up here…and he looks like he’s going to try to finish it, bouncing off the ropes again…head of steam built up and he looks to be going for another clothesline from hell, but wait a minute…Prowl cathing him off guard and nailing him with the mark! Prowl? Landing in a pinning position…1, 2, 3! I can’t believe this…in a split second, Prowl? Was able to counter the momentum of King and with one move, stun King enough to gain a quick pin!”
JHA: “I knew it all along! I wasn’t worried…”
JFA: “Sure J, huge win here for the GPA and moreover for Prowl?”

The camera fades out an a promo for the Stone Cold %100 Alcohol Fueled Ass Whupin’ Machine T-Shirt is run

Redstreak & Blaster_86 v RCOSD & Adolf

JHA: “Welcome back, time for some tag team action in what will hopefully be a blistering match”.

Linkin’ Parks ‘Points of Authority’ hits as the Foundation’s Redstreak and Blaster appear at the entrance ramp. The fans cheer as the two combatants march confidently down the aisle and into the ring. They go to opposite corners and wave to the throngs of Foundation fans, and that’s when ‘One Man Army’ hits, and the atmosphere in the stadium changes completely.

RCOSD and Adolf appear to a decidedly mixed reception. They stalk the aisle, and many of the fans think twice before giving them any sort of reaction at all, especially at such close range. They appear to be perfectly suited, the Scot and the Newcomer. Indeed, Adolf could almost be RCOSD at the beginning of HIS career! They climb into the ring and let their menace spread out before them like a cloak of red mist. Blaster regards them out of hand but keeps a close eye on his compatriot. Redstreak appears grim. Squaring off against his one time partner and good friend is never a good thing, and despite their scuffle at the beginning of the year, he appears unable to dismiss their history, in his mind there may not be any winner to this match.

The fans sense his unease, and the empathy spreads to the announcers:

JFA: “Perhaps not the greatest fight of Redstreak's life tonight, but Blaster is certainly standing tough, ready to back his partner all the way”.
JHA: “Then he’d better be ready to scrape the both of them off the floor with a spatula, because RCOSD and Adolf are gonna cream them”.

Before the match begins, Red plods to the centre of the ring. He and RCOSD stare each other down. Red attempts to shake hands with him in a final gesture, but it is met with violent rebuttal, as RCOSD smacks Red’s hand away, proclaiming for all the world to hear:

RCOSD: “Get your paws offa me, you damn dirty ape”!

Red stands firm and looks at him from the corner of his eye. RCOSD is steaming hot fury. If looks could kill...

JFA: “Harsh words. No sense it letting this linger any further, batter up”!

The bell rings, and Blaster and Adolf remove themselves from the ring. Redstreak and RCOSD instantly rip into each other, going at it hammer and tongs. Adolf looks on in wonder while Blaster flexes in preparation for the tag. The Scot gains the upper hand after pulling a snake eyes on Red, and then whips him hard into the turnbuckle. Redstreak staggers out only to be met with a furious clothesline. As he slams into the mat, he rolls and tags in Blaster. The cheering shoots up a notch as Blaster winds up for a rollicking left hook, but before he can lay a hit, RCOSD cuts in with a stiff jab, and then a flurry of rabbit punches before idly trotting backwards to tag in his partner. Adolf rushes in and tackles Blaster to the floor. Some painful kidney punches follow as Adolf rules the ring, to the sound of a gloating RCOSD.

JHA: “Oh sure, it looks good now, but there’s no excusing the fact that Adolf’s in WAAAAY over his head here. He’s only had one match, ONE STINKING MATCH, and now he’s involved in a tussle with two ex-Hardcore champs and a two-time ex-AWF champ! Talk about being outclassed”.
JFA: “You’re so blinded with match stats J, you don’t even know talent any more when you see it. So what if he’s new? He’s out there performing under strenuous circumstances, and from what I can see; he’s doing a damn good job of it too. Don’t ever say the AWF is mean to its latest entrants J; we give ‘em real matches, because we want real men in our fed. It’s that simple, so go get ‘em Adolf”.
JHA: “You’re rooting for a bad guy now”?
JFA: “I’m rooting for fresh talent, and what is ultimately the future of the fed, yes”.

Adolf gets Blaster in a collar and elbow tie, but the Canadian powers out with a sudden burst of strength to turn the course of the match in the Foundations favour. Blaster goes on the offensive, wrapping around Adolf’s waist and scoring with a massive side suplex. The Newcomer goes down, but learning from Red’s tactics, he too rolls quickly to tag in RCOSD. Like a thunderclap the Scot hurls himself over the ropes, knocking down Blaster like a ninepin. He holds him down and gives him a sound beating, then picks him up and tosses him in Red’s direction. Blaster almost refuses to tag in his ally, but he catches the glare in the eyes of the Detroit kid, and duly slaps his palm.

True to his name, Red streaks in to topple RCOSD with the unprettier! The fans light up with excitement as his power move signals the pace of the match kicking into high gear.

JHA: “That’s it, Red knows RCOSD means business, and I think he aims to do the same now. The gloves are off, and if he was holding back earlier, he sure isn’t now”.

The Scotsman springs up, and the two duke it out like a real pair of major leaguers, trading forceful kicks and powerful punches. Suddenly, RCOSD lands an unbelievably lucky punch that knocks Red backward violently, making his head spin. Blaster sticks out his hand and calls, but straightaway Red is back on the offensive with an incredible burst of adrenaline. Like a freight train he collides with RCOSD’s powerful body, and drives him backward. Red’s feet kick up smoke as he pushes harder and harder, caused by the tremendous levels of friction upon the canvas. Finally, he pushes RCOSD into the ropes, but he doesn’t stop there. As RCOSD struggles, Redstreak continues, stretching the ropes out way past the ring, burying them deep into the Scotsman’s back. Then, he removes one hand, and plants the base of his palm across his former best buddy’s forehead, and jams it forward, tilting RCOSD’s head back awkwardly. All the Scot can see are the bright lights of the stadium, and the sea of heads making up the crowd behind him. He’s struggling hard, but time is against him if he wants to stay conscious in this position.

JFA: “Fantastic! Redstreak is going to snap his head off”!
JHA: “No way, RCOSD’s got a neck like a tree trunk. You think this rube could ever hurt him? You’re even more stupid that our education system thought you were”.
JFA: “Ha! You know if there’s one thing your wife... - Hey! did you see that”?
JHA: “See what”?
JFA: “Oh, maybe it was nothing. It’s just I could’ve sworn I saw the Archivetron move, that’s all”.
JHA: “Man, whatever they’ve got you on, cut the dose”.

As the referee keeps a close eye on the state of RCOSD’s rapidly purple-ising face, the cunning Scot rams a knee into Red’s family jewels, halting the onslaught. Thoroughly annoyed now, RCOSD sends a white knuckled fist into the back of Red’s neck, then hoists him up for a stunning round house. Suddenly, the Archivetron above jerks as something snaps and sparks fly. Redstreak, who by now is well past his safety limits, sees nothing of this as he concentrates 100% upon the destruction of his foe, levelling him with a forearm to the forehead, then rushing in with a glorious diving dropkick. As RCOSD fights back, he catches sight of the juddering Archivetron. He tries to move, but Red has him pinned. A loud snap overhead now, as more sparks fly, loud enough to catch the Foundation member’s attention. The fans look up, and a few point and scream.

JHA: “Oh no! Get the hell outta there”!

As the last few supports buckle and shear at the overbearing weight, Adolf makes his move. An array of sparks light up the ring as twisted metal gives way and the giant Archivetron falls from the sky. As Red holds his fist high to deliver a crushing blow, Adolf shoots in and tackles the two of them so hard that they all fly out of the ring, toppling to the floor below in a three-man heap. The Archivetron misses them by a nano-second, smashing through the ring, and destroying it utterly. Sparks fly as EMT’s and safety technician’s rush to ringside to keep the situation under control.

Visibly shaken by the course of events, Red and RCOSD eyeball the place where they had been battling mere moments ago. They glance at each other, and then go their separate ways. Blaster and Adolf pair off with their respective comrades and make their way backstage, leaving the turmoil of the ring to the announcers.

JFA: “Sweet Jesus, we’ve just lost the ring, the Archivetron, and almost two superstars”!
JHA: “We’re gonna have to take a major break here folks. Luckily we do have the tools and the talent to hastily reconstruct a new ring, and even a new Archivetron, but it’ll take a little while. So excuse us while we get to work, and we switch you to an emergency broadcast of Blaster uncovered. We’ll be back in a few minutes for the next big thing”.

Blaster_86 Uncovered is shown

JFA: “Well folks thanks for hanging tight with us…to say we had some technical difficulties would be an understatement!”

JHA: “They destroyed the Archivetron…we’ve got the ring back up, but I don’t think they can get that thing running again!”

ThunderCracker84 & Mr. Reilly vs. CompuFire

JHA: Jay, have I told you lately how much I hate the Game?
JFA: Yes, you always bitch and moan about him.
JHA: I mean, look at this next match, it just isn't fair, Reilly isn't a wrestler.
JFA: Well if it makes you feel any better, CompuFire still might not be at 100% yet seeing they only returned on Warzone.
JHA: You saw them destroy OP2005, the Game is just causing trouble.
JFA: I don't think so, it's still two on two, plus TC is the number 1 contender for the AWF championship.
JHA: You just don't understand!
JFA: Sure I do, I just don't care.

RA: "The following tag-team contest is scheduled for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit, introducing first, representing the cWo, the team of ThunderCracker84 and Mr. Reilly!"

Pantera's 'Walk' hits as the crowd erupt with boos and chants of 'Asshole' directed at ThunderCracker84 who appears on top of the stage with the former commissioner. Both ignore the chants as they swagger towards the ring with a calm yet un-easy look on their faces. As ThunderCracker enters the ring, he's hit by a roll of toiler paper and in response flips off the crowd in the direction of which the toiler paper came.

JFA: Bahahahahahahahahaha! Shows how much the crowd love ThunderCracker84.

The arenas lights go off and the arena turns to darkness in what seems to be the new entrance routine for CompuFire.

RA: "And their opponents, first from London, he is Jetfire Version 2.1!, and his partner, from Cardiff, Wales, Computron! Together, they are CompuFirreeeeeee!"

Laser lights begin to shoot throughout the arena quickly lighting the dark arena as Stan Bush's 'Dare' screeches over the speakers to a thunderous ovation from the crowd.

Sometimes when your hopes have all been shattered
And there's nowhere to turn
You wonder how you keep going
Think of all the things that really mattered
And the chances you've earned
The fire in your heart is growing

Light re-fills the arena as Computron and Jetfire pose at the top of the stage signaling to the crowd.

You can fly, if you try leaving the past behind
Heaven only knows what you might find

DARE!

As their bodies surge with adrenalin CompuFire dash towards the ring.

Dare to believe you can survive
You hold the future in your hand
DARE!
Dare to keep all of your dreams alive
It's time to take a stand
And you can win, if you dare!

TC84 and Reilly look on as CompuFire pose on the turnbuckles but deciding he needs the early advantage, TC tells Reilly to go stand in the corner as he slides under the ring and attacks Jetfire from behind. The ref calls for the bell and we are underway!

JFA: TC84 using cheap tactics to start the match here.
JHA: Jetfire should have been looking at him, there was nothing cheap about it. Plus TC84 is going to need all the help he can get here.
JFA: That's for sure, TC84 with an Irish whip on Jetfire now, he bounces off the rope, TC84 launches himself in the air and connects with a spinning heel kick to the head of Jetfire Version 2.1!
JHA: Ouch! What impact!

With Jetfire laid out, ThunderCracker84 runs towards the ropes...

JFA: Off the ropes, Rolling Thunder! Rolling Thunder on the downed Jetfire, TC84 goes for the cover, 1...2...Computron kicks TC84 in the head breaking the count. Letting his guard down from the interference, Jetfire capitalises on TC84's broken concentration and retaliates with a Russian leg sweep. He makes the cover 1...2...TC84 kicks out. TC84's loss of focus cost him there.
JHA: I'm sure he'll make up for it.
JFA: Jetfire goes to whip TC84 into CompuFires corner, but TC84 reverses and goes to whip Jetfire into the cWo corner...
JHA: See, told you.
JFA: ...but Jetfire reveres now as TC84's back goes smashing into the turnbuckle as well as being met with a punch right into the back of his head from Computron.
JHA: Man, the guy can't get a break.
JFA: Jetfire pummels TC84 briefly before making the tag to Computron to the roar of the crowd.

Attempting to make quick work of ThunderCracker84, Computron brings him to the middle of the ring and delivers a quick, stinging DDT and plants TC84 right on his head. He makes the cover, 1...2...Reilly stomps Computron to break the count and goes to run back out of the ring but not before Computron could trip him up, sending him to the ground and slamming his face into the mat.

JHA: Now that was uncalled for.
JFA: Yes it was, he shouldn't have been there.
JHA: Bah!
JFA: Computron turning his attention back to TC84 now, whips him into the ropes, Samoan drop by Computron!
JHA: By the looks of it, you wouldn't have thought CompuFire have been absent from in ring competition at all. Poor ThunderCracker84.
JFA: TC84 kicks out of the cover at 2 and a half as Reilly can't do it for him seeing he's just stabilising now.

Computron drags TC84 over to Jetfire by his hair, Jetfire tags himself in but climbs the turnbuckle as Computron lays TC84's back out over his knee. With a holler of '2.1' to the crowd Jetfire launches himself off the turnbuckle and his leg comes crashing down over TC84's chest and puts even more pressure on his back which had a knee driving into it as Jetfire hit the leg drop. Jetfire makes the cover but it's broken early by Mr. Reilly who this time, avoids the attempts to bring him to the ground and makes it back to his corner without harm. The arrogance of CompuFire gets the best of them as they take a small break from beating on ThunderCracker84 to pose for the crowd. ThunderCracker84 begins to drag himself over to Mr. Reilly when Jetfire decides to tag Computron back in. Back up to a vertical base now, ThunderCracker goes to tag in Mr. Reilly, but then thinks better off it and charges for Jetfire who's still in the ring.

JFA: Jetfire sees TC84 coming for him, ducks the clothesline, kick to the mid-section, picks him up for a suplex...
JHA: What's he doing? He's not even the legal man!
JFA: ...Computron climbs the turnbuckle, Jetfire still has TC84 up, Compy leaps off, cross body block onto ThunderCracker84 and straight into a pinning predicament, 1...2...Mr. Reilly breaks the count at two and nine tenths, that's about as close to a three count that you can get without it getting to three. Man what a tandem move by Compufire, the innovation is outstanding.
JHA: Poor ThunderCracker 84, he's getting murdered!

Being the sneak that he is, Mr. Reilly notices the ref busy trying to get Jetfire out of the ring, with the idea of using this to his advantage, he goes to get a steel chair from ringside. He brings it into the ring and smacks Computron right in the back with it.

JHA: HAHA! What a genius!
JFA: I'd hate to burst your bubble, but look it had no affect on him!
JHA: WHAT?
JFA: Computron is stalking Reilly around the ring now, Reilly falls to his knees and holds the chair above his head, LIFETIME ENLIGHTENMENT! ThunderCracker84 just hit Computron with the Lifetime Enlightenment!
JHA: As I was saying, what a genius, he set Computron up perfectly, Reilly is dragging Computron into the middle of the ring now...
JFA: Jetfire is still trying to get the ref to turn around and the ref is still trying to get Jetfire out of the ring.
JHA: ...TC84 atop the cWo corner turnbuckle now.
JFA: Oh no! Reilly has laid the chair across Computrons chest, ThunderCracker84 leaps! FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH ONTO THE CHAIR!
JHA: Now this is more like it!
JFA: That weasel Reilly now puts the chair back outside and goes back to his position in the corner. TC84 can't make the cover though, he's too winded! Both men are motionless.

Jetfire finally agrees to go back to the outside but when the ref isn't looking he runs back in and dodges past him and gets to ThunderCracker84. He picks him up and gives him a belly to belly suplex. Adding to the pain TC84 launches right into the cWo turnbuckle.

JFA: OUCH! I don't care who you are, that's gotta hurt!
JHA: His back must be broken.
JFA: Jetfire asking the crowd if they want to see the 'Fire From The Sky' but wait! Reilly just made the blind tag. Jetfire didn't see it.
JHA: A man's got to do what a man's got to do. Reilly in the ring now.
JFA: Reilly is standing over Computron, but it looks like he's not sure if he should pin him or not. Meanwhile, Jetfire has TC84 in position for the 'Fire From The Sky'. Jetfire picks him up and holds him in the air in what seems to be forever.

Knowing he has to act now, Reilly bites the bullet and covers Computron. The ref makes the count 1...2...Computron rolls Reilly up! 1, 2, 3! As the refs hand hits the canvas for the three so does ThunderCracker84. Stan Bush's 'Dare' plays for the second time tonight.

JHA: NO! IT ISN'T POSSIBLE!
JFA: COMPUTRON WAS PLAYING POSSUM! COMPUFIRE COME AWAY WITH THE WIN!
JHA: I can't believe it, the cWo were robbed.
JFA: They were damned either way, I mean Jetfire hit the 'Fire From The Sky' as Computron scored the pinfall.

RA: "The winners of the match, via pinfall, CompuFirrreeeeeee!"

CompuFire raise their arms in victory and make their way to the back as ThunderCracker84 pulls Mr. Reilly up by the scruff of the neck.

JFA: What the hell?
JHA: Oh man, look what CompuFire have done

ThunderCracker84 and Mr. Reilly begin to exchange words in the middle of the ring.

TC84: "What the hell were you thinking? I had the match won!"
Mr. Reilly: "You had the match won? You were getting your ass kicked by the illegal man."
TC84: "Why couldn't you just stand there and do nothing like you did the rest of the match?"
Mr. Reilly: "Oh so this is MY fault is it? You were almost unconscious when you hit the turnbuckle, and Computron wasn't moving so I thought I'd try and get the win."
TC84: "And take all the glory right? You selfish prick!"
Mr. Reilly: "Why not? You couldn't get the job done yourself!"

Just then, Bombshell, Cyberstrike and D-Extreme slide into the ring and try to break it up, only to be met by the end of ThunderCracker84's right hand which sends all three cWo members to the ground.

JHA: NO! This can't be happening!

Mr. Reilly: "Don't take it out on them just because you can't do anything right!"
TC84: "What did you just say? Come here, I'm gonna kick your ass right here right now!"

The rest of the cWo enters the ring but Brawn, Lord Zarak, The Big Ragebowski aren't harmed and get the situation under control by separating TC84 and Mr. Reilly. They are accompanied to the back to make sure nothing else happens.

JFA: Well the action in the ring just had the crowds full attention as it's revealed that there is dissension in the ranks of the cWo, only time will tell the outcome of this altercation.
Stone Cold v Divebomb
Glass shatters, and the sounds of Nickelback fill the arena.

JFA: "What an ovation for StoneCold Skywarp here, looking to take out his frustrations on one of Vin Ghostal's lackeys."
JHA: "Must suck to be him... one year ago and challenging for the AWF Title... now he's slumming it in the midcard."
JFA: "Until he wins the Royal Rumble..."
JHA: "Thanks, I needed a laugh."
JFA: "This match the result of the brawl at the end of Divebomb's match with the HeartBrend Kid last week... Skywarp coming to the aid of his former ally..."
JHA: "Are he and D-Next friends again or what?!"
JFA: "I honestly have no idea... I think it's just that their agendas tend to overlap now and again..."

Skywarp walks the aisle, slapping hands with the fans at ringside, before rolling into the ring and staring back up to the stage as the music shifts to Led Zeppelin's 'Immigrant Song'

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Currently in the ring, from Carlisle, England - StoneCold Skywarp! And his opponent..."

JHA: "And here comes the GPA's Fly Boy..."
JFA: "When?"
JHA: "Any minute..."
JFA: "I'm still waiting..."
JHA: "Where the hell is Divebomb?!"
JFA: "I'm looking to the crowd - I wouldn't put it past him to jump Skywarp from behind..."

After several moments, Skywarp starts arguing with ringside officials, and the cameras shift to backstage.

We pan down the corridors, before finding Divebomb lying on the ground. Alongside him is a dented steel chair. Draped across his chest is a black t-shirt. The camera zooms in to the logo.

'I got burnt by the Brendinio Heat'

JHA: "That dirty..."
JFA: "Looks like O'Con just got some payback!"
JHA: ‘Oh sure…I’ll bet the Game won’t do a damn thing about this!”
JFA: “I don’t know what the Game’s reaction will be…but Stone Cold’s just standing in the ring smirking!”
Tag Team Title Number 1 Contenders Match Bombshell & Mystery Partner vs Quick Switch and NMAthew
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, making their way down the aisle... representing Pulp Faction, the team of 'The Mat Man' Nmathew and Quick Switch!"

JFA: "And here we go, tag team action here on Mayhem. Winners go to Edge of Survival to face the Lock and the King for the Tag Titles."
JHA: "What the hell are these two job-squadders doing here? I thought Bombshell wanted CompuFire..."
JFA: "He did, but Commissioner Game obviously felt that it was a bit premature for CompuFire to walk into a contendership battle in their first match back. Nmat and QS have been on all cylinders for a while, and it would have been quite an insult for them to get overlooked."
JHA: "Why? Everybody else overlooks them... the dullest team ever. With the possible exception of the Reapers..."
JFA: "The Reapers never won the Tag Team Championship!"
JHA: "And for that I am eternally grateful..."

The two Pulp Faction members clamber into the ring and stand ready for their foes.

"And their opponents... introducing first, representing the Corporate Alliance - from Maple Ridge, British Columbia, Canada... the Mad Bomber... Bombshell!"

Bombshell struts casually out onto the stage, with D-Extreme behind him.

JFA: "And it looks as if D-Extreme is the mystery partner."
JHA: "Now there's a former Tag Team Champion! Bombshell's a former IC Champ, these two know all about gold."
JFA: "Weren't D-Extreme and CYberstrike the shortest-lived Tag Team Champions in AWF history?"
JHA: "I forget..."

As the two Order members reach the bottom of the aisle, Quick Switch grabs the top rope and performs a springboard spinning heel kick to the pair.

JFA: "And it's underway already! Great aerial move by QS! And D-Extreme back up... Baseball slide by Nmathew, takes him out."
JHA: "Those cowardly backjumpers!"
JFA: "D-Extreme and Nmathew brawling on the outside now... oh, and a crunching low blow by D-Extreme... ouch! D-Extreme just spun the Mat Man 180, grabbed the back of his head and dropped to a sitting position... Nmat's head just driven backwards into the concrete..."
JHA: "You know what that is? That's the X-O-Matic. Gotta love it."
JFA: "Quick Switch rolling Bombshell back into the ring now... onto the apron, looking to nail something here... no, D-Extreme's got his ankle. Quick Switch trying to shake him off... does so."
JHA: "Bought Bombshell some time..."
JFA: "The Mad Bomber back up... looking to nail QS - no! Ducked by Quick Switch, right hand back to him..."

Quick Switch's right fist connects with Bombshell's jaw over the top rope. Caught by the impact, the Canadian spins around to face away from the ropes. Seizing the moment, Quick Switch grabs the top strand and leaps onto it. Bouncing off the rope, he wraps his legs around Bombshell's shoulders and rolls forward.

JFA: "Springboard victory roll by Quick Switch! No!! D-Extreme just reached in and grabbed Bombshell's leg... didn't go over with it... Cradled by Bombshell! Shoulders down!"
JHA: "Yes!! One!! Two!! Three!! He got it!!!"
JFA: "With a huge assist from D-Extreme!"
JHA: "That's what partners are for! The team that thinks together wins together. Great choice from Bombshell."
JFA: “Well folks…a few weeks back, the Commissioner G91 stated that he wanted Vin Ghostal to be a fighting champion. He also told Ghostal to be ready to work. Tonight, The Game ordered Ghostal to face Sixswitch in a non-title contest.”
JHA: “And one has to believe that should Sixswitch win…he won’t…but should he, The Game would look at him as a possible number one contender somewhere down the line!”
JFA: “An excellent point for a change J, lets get to the main event!”
Non-title Match Up:
Vin Ghostal (C) v Sixswitch

JHA: See, this is what happens when you run your mouth, Vin Ghostal now has to kick Sixswitch's ass because he talks to much.
JFA: I don't know about that, but this next match will be interesting, if Sixswitch can pull off a victory perhaps he might be named the number two contender for the AWF Championship, depending on what Commissioner Game has to say about it.
JHA: Oh god I hope not, think about it, Sixswitch as champion? It'd be horrible.
JFA: In your opinion.

Bass in the place, London

Public Domain's 'Operation Blade' hits as Sixswitch appears under the remains of Archivetron to the delight of the crowd.

RA: "The following non-title contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, entering the ring at this time, from Swansea, Wales, he is The Welsh Wonder, Sixswitch!"

The crowd chant Sixswitch's name until P.Diddy's 'The Saga Continues' blares over the speakers. After Ghostal's theme is heard, the chants of 'Sixswitch' turn to chants of 'Ghostal sucks'. The chant gets even louder when Ghostal appears on stage wearing the AWF Heavyweight Championship Belt while sporting a pair of dark sunglasses.

RA: "And his opponent, making his way down the aisle, from Camden, New Jersey, he is the current AWF Champion, Vin Ghossstttaaallll!"

Ghostal rolls into the ring and takes to the turnbuckles, sneering at the crowd while up there. Sixswitch just walking around the ring thinking tactics as Ghostal does the rounds.

JFA: I'm looking forward to this.
JHA: So am I, Sixswitch is going to get killed.
JFA: The ref calls for the bell and we are underway! They tie-up, Sixswitch with a hammerlock, Ghostal reverses with a hammerlock of his own, he trips Sixswitch up, and slaps his head around as if he was a piece of garbage.
JHA: Sixswitch is a piece of garbage. It's not Ghostal's own fault that he oozes machismos and can treat those that aren't of his caliber in a worse manner than how he treats his equals. Sixswitch knew this was coming. Ghostal was born with charisma and style, it's not something you can fake.
JFA: Rrrrriiiiigggghhhhhtttttt...

Both men back up now, they lock up again and this time Ghostal cheats and knees Sixswitch in the stomach briefly winding him. Ghostal picks him and drops him over his knee for a devastating back breaker. As Sixswitch rolls around in pain, Vin Ghostal annoys the crowd by taunting them and pointing to the fallen Sixswitch.

JFA: It looks as if Ghostal is just toying with him now.
JHA: Of course he is, Sixswitch isn't a challenge for him.
JFA: Ghostal turns his attention back to Sixswitch, Sixswitch springs up, goes for a spinning heel kick, Ghostal catches the leg, trips him, and drops repeated elbows onto Sixswitch's knee!
JHA: See I told you.

Ghostal pulls Sixswitch back up to a vertical base by his hair and Irish whips him. Sixswitch bounces off the ropes and leap frogs over Vin Ghostal, Sixswitch bounces off the ropes again and goes for a cross body block...

JHA: Ghostal caught him in mid air!
JFA: Fallaway slam by Vin Ghostal!
JHA: Sixswitch didn't have a chance.
JFA: Ghostal makes the cover, 1...2...Sixswitch kicks out.
JHA: Man Sixswitch is lucky, that should have been three.
JFA: It looks like Ghostal thinks that as well.

Ghostal is now abusing the referee saying that he counted slow, Ghostal pushes the ref and the ref pushes Ghostal back, Sixswitch springs up behind Ghostal as he falls back and rolls him up, 1...2...Ghostal kicks out.

JHA: Did you see that? That was so unfair! The ref helped Sixswitch!
JFA: Ghostal shouldn't have been talking smack to him.
JHA: The ref shouldn't be biased.
JFA: Ghostal back up now looking more angry by the second, he boots Sixswitch in the mid-section, places him between his legs, picks him up, PILEDRIVER! He drops Sixswitch right on his head!
JHA: That'll learn him for being a sneak.
JFA: He covers, 1...2...Sixswitch gets a foot on the ropes.

Vin Ghostal celebrates around the ring until the ref tells him he didn't win and Sixswitch got his foot on the ropes. Looking puzzled, Ghostal is spun around and met with a planting DDT from the hands of Sixswitch. Both men lay motionless as the ref begins the mandatory ten count, 1...2...3...the combatants begin to pull themselves up by using the ropes, 4...5...6...both men almost up now, 7...8...both men charge at each other. Sixswitch ducks Ghostals attempted clothesline and replies with a massive German suplex landing Ghostal on his head, Sixswitch bridges, 1...2...Ghostal manages to kick out.

JFA: That was so close.
JHA: This isn't right, Ghostal is supposed to be kicking Sixswitch's ass.
JFA: Sixswitch now, whips Ghostal into the turnbuckle and sits him on the top rope.
JHA: No this can't be happening, c'mon Ghostal do something.
JFA: Sixswitch joins Ghostal on the top rope and gets him in position.
JHA: NO!
JFA: SUPERPLEX! SUPERPLEX! SUPERPLEX!

After laying out Ghostal in the middle of the ring, the crowd begin to boo and the recovering Sixswitch clutches his neck after the Superplex, the ref goes to check on him and TC84 sneaks ringside hoping to take advantage of the downed Ghostal.

JFA: What does TC84 think he's doing.
JHA: Man, TC84's looking for trouble.
JFA: TC84 climbs a turnbuckle, Ghostal is still laid out, he jumps, FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH!
JHA: Ghostal's gonna be pissed when he realises what's happened.
JFA: ThunderCracker rolls out of the ring, Sixswitch now back to his feet, turning his attention back to Vin Ghostal.
JHA: Poor Ghostal.
JFA: Sixswitch, stands over Ghostals unconscious body, SIXSHOOTER! SIXSHOOTER! SIXSHOOTER! He makes the cover, 1...2...3 Sixswitch comes away with the win!
JHA: Ghostal's been robbed.

Public Domain's 'Operation Blade' plays as Sixswitch poses in a victorious manner in the middle of the ring.

RA: "Your winner of the match, via pinfall, The Welsh Wonder, Sixswitch!"

JFA: Look at ThunderCracker84 just laughing and pointing from the top of the stage, just adding to the tension of the big AWF Championship match. Sixswitch sees this and he's stunned, Ghostal still down! Edge of Survival is getting bigger and better by the second! What could possibly happen next? Thanks for tuning in…we’ll see at Warzone, GOOD NIGHT!”

Nmat looks like we were robbed again- but the match sure was a fun read!

Takin' names, kickin' ass. How's it feel Ghostal, to taste the Sixshooter, hmmm? You see GPA, this is what happens when you mess with the Welsh Wonder. You come out of it with a kicked tail and three seconds of staring at the arena ceiling. TC, I didn't want your help, I sure as hell didn't need your help, but at the end of the day, I won. Ghostal, if you want a rematch. Maybe to avenge your loss, you can put your title on the line after Edge of Survival if you like, and I'll do it all again then.

Now, as for the event itself, we have to wonder what's in line for the Double S. You can put me in the Rumble, you can put me in a fight with the GPA. I don't really care, but one thing's sure. I'm gonna be rockin' and rollin' and looking to have a good time. And GPA, Ghostal... There's nothing you can do about that!

OOC: Disappointed. Returning with IC at Warzone...

Did i miss something, what about the Title Announcement of the hardcore Title?

Yet again another Mayhem missing the Big Man, me.

Pity too, losers like TC are allowed to run wild but people that fight for respect don't get booked.

Anyway welcome back Clay, just remember revenge is a dish best served cold, maybe you and I can team up againist our former CWO buddies.

And Wolfie congrats on beating that viking on crack.

OOC- Whoa what is wrong with the AWF writing staff? Something is wrong. Not only are two matches missed but too be honest some of these matches were just horribly lack luster.

Edit- It just seems some people are trying to hard to impress the people of the archive now when they don't realize that we were happy prior. It's my personal opinion though alot of people may disagree.

ooc--I dunno, I tend to agree with ya, Blaster...I'm trying to figure out several whys about things that went down there, not the least of which the crashing Archivetron...it just seems to smack of WWE way too much. Writing staff members can probly expect a PM from me so I can get answers to these questions and a couple others I have.

Kind of an anticlimactic ending to my match, and I'm not gonna talk trash to an interfering Scout because it'd be a waste of time, so I guess I don't have anything IC to say... *shrugs*

OOC: Maybe the fact that they're working on Edge Of Survival, not to mention that they've also got real lives ( ) that contributed to this. Anyone ever stop to think of that?

OOC: Not bad, but I agree with Blaster_86, this did strike me as a little bit lackluster. Bombshell does provide a good point, though. It can't be a winner every week...

IC: First of all, welcome back Clay. Secondly, Strifer, you now know what I am all about. Next time you run your mouth at me, I'll break your jaw. Thirdly, Zarak, you had better be ready for the beating that you're going to receive at Edge of Survival. After that little stunt you pulled, you're more than desreving of it. Say you prayers, jackass.

ooc--I think what it is, Bombers, is that of course we all know it can't be great every week. But conversely, two shows in a row being lackluster is something I've never seen, PPV nearness or no, and certainly lives haven't prevented quality. It seems the staff needs a spark to kick it in its ass again is all. Any volunteers?

Oh ye of little faith. The AWF staffers have never let us down before, they've consistently had storylines and matches above and beyond excellent.

Obviously whatever cause the delay put some serious kinks in the writing staff, but knowing the people in charge things will be better than ever. Heck remember, AWF PPV's have always been literary genius. I doubt they'll stop now. Cut em some slack, I can imagine that writing this stuff is extremely difficult, especially with so many people involved.

well i LOVED my match! YAY! i kicked major ass! Sorry OP but you were just in over your head! U got no style man!

Thats it. I have had enough. Skywarp and O'Con, if I have to fight you in a handicap match I will. Anything to get my hands on the two of you.

Warp you just piss me off.

O'Con you attack me when you know that I am going into a match that I am going to get my ass kicked. Attacking me from behind with a steel chair. It sounds familiar. Be for warned, I will get my revenge and I will kick your ass.

Put me in the rumble, put me in the handicap match, put me in a steel cage, I don't care I want both of you and one way or another I will destroy you both.

Doomsday is Coming

The End.

Congrats to StarScreamer on his win over the less than loser, OP. And to wolf, you put a good fight at least I can say that. Now its you and me Jinri, and I ain't going to leave you in one piece. And props to O'Con for teaching where Divebum belongs.

Originally posted by Divebomb
Thats it. I have had enough. Skywarp and O'Con, if I have to fight you in a handicap match I will. Anything to get my hands on the two of you.

You ain't fighting no one in a handicap match.

'Cause as long as I'm breathing, I gots yer back.


Make this a tag team fight!

D***heads, I'm surround by god damned d***heads. They are every in this AWF, even in my own order. D***heads everywhere.

Ghostal, once again I got the better of you tonight, and that was just a little sample, a little taste of what is going to happen to you at Edge of Survival. And quite frankly thats where you will be left, on the edge of surviving after I beat the hell out of you, and take that pretty little title and put it where it should be....around my waist.

Ravage...cry me a damn river already. You weren't booked cause you don't got the talent that is needed.

Cloudspanker, you aint earned the right to trash talk me. Everytime we have faced each other in tag or singles I have won. You suck as bad as cuntswell, P? you know what I am talkin about. When you have grown up and can put up a fight then come back and talk to me about a match cause as you can see I have bigger fish to fry.

Doomsday Awaits

(OOC I cant remember fighting you that much)

TC if you had this so-called talent you would have took me on a long effing time ago.

OOC: one question only actually...HOW THE HELL DID I GET IN IT WHILE I WAS IN THE INJURED LIST?!.................no actually I'm just curious as to why. I'm not pissed though..just wondering why. Still..it was cool with Claypool returning