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The voiceover begins as the pay-per-view broadcast opens to a hazy, slowly focusing image of the AWF Heavyweight Championship.
VO: The Edge. One can only venture so close before plummeting over into the depths below...it is the allure of Archive Wrestling Federation gold that brings these men together tonight...and it is that same Federation gold that has driven men to the edge...
*we fade into an image of Stone Cold Skywarp taunting a fallen Mr. Reilly*
...and over it...
*we fade into an image of Vin Ghostal smiling with a gold baseball bat in his hand*
...In a city drenched in gold...
*we fade into an image of Atlantic City’s casino row*
...one pack of driven, sadistic athletes...
*we fade into an image of T.C., Cyberstrike, Bombshell, D-Extreme, Brawn, Mirage, and Lord Zarak in full cWo garb*
...will determine whether history will remember them as conquerors...
*we fade into an image of Mirage and Lord Zarak embracing with the European and Intercontinental Titles around their waists*
...or as disappointments...
*we fade into an image of Brawn lying on the mat with Turbo Charger hovering over him*
...one man will continue his quest to justify his claims as the greatest there ever was...
*we fade into an image of Vin Ghostal holding the AWF Heavyweight Championship*
...and forty men will battle for their very survival...
*we fade into an image of chaos from the 2002 Royal Rumble*
...and risk life and limb...
* we fade into an image of Claypool and Sean O’Con crashing through the War Games cage*
...for a chance to face the Undisputed Champion...
*we fade into an image of Shrapnel standing victorious*
...at ArchiveMania II...
*we fade into an image of Redstreak and RCOSD staring into each other’s eyes*
...so tonight, each and every man will push themselves to the limit...
*we fade into an image of Silly Cow flying off the top rope*
...each and every man will push one another to the edge...
*we fade into an image of The Lock hitting the Dinobot Slam*
[/i]...The Edge of Survival.[/i]
The most incredible display of pyrotechnics in AWF history explodes onto the screen, and we are LIVE and IN COLOR in the Trump Marina in Atlantic City, New Jersey, for AWF EDGE OF SURVIVAL!
JFA: “Welcome, everyone, to Atlantic City!!! Welcome to the Trump Marina!!! And welcome to Edge of Survival!!! It’s tonight! Finally, the time has come, for T.C. and Vin Ghostal to lock it up one on one. And tonight, forty men will participate in the Royal Rumble match to see which one will go on to face the champion at ArchiveMania II!”
JHA: “I don’t know what to say, J, I’m so excited!”
JFA: “We’re ready to begin the festivites with the Intercontinental Championship, and I believe that...”
Just then, the cWo’s theme kicks in and Bombshell strolls down to the ring in streetclothes, carrying a microphone.
JFA: “What in the hell...this isn’t on my program...”
JHA: “What does that matter? This is the cWo’s night! They’ve got a chance to win just about every piece of gold there is!”
Bombshell: “Like my good friend Scott Hall used to say...survey time. How many of you people bought those beautiful, shiny AOL/Time Warner stocks a few years back? Don’t lie to me. You can’t fool The Mad Bomber. I know that every single one of you went out to your crappy jobs and worked overtime, scrubbed that extra toilet, mopped that extra floor, emptied that extra garbage can, scrapped and saved so you could run out and buy one whole share in AOL/Time Warner. And why not? It sounded like a great idea at the time. The two biggest players in the game, working together as one. And look what happened. The stock’s in the toilet. The company’s a mess. And...oh yeah...the CEO got canned. I may not be the kind of guy to say...”
Just then, the cWo music kicks in again, and Mr. Reilly comes through the curtains in a tasteful black suit and strolls to the ring, joining Bombshell in the center.
Reilly: “I think I see where you’re going with this, Bomber. So let me spare all these people of your blathering any longer. And let me tell each and every single one of these peons exactly why the cWo...and the nTo...will succeed where AOL and Time Warner failed. It’s very simple, really. We’ve found the one material that’s worth investing in...and it’s gold. Tonight’s the night, Bomber. Tonight’s the night when I walk through every man in the Royal Rumble and seal my place in the main event at ArchiveMania...tonight’s the night T.C. humbles that fool Ghostal and brings the Heavyweight Championship home...tonight’s the night Zarak and Mirage hold onto the gold and put Ravage and Wolfang in the hospital...and tonight’s the night you and Cyberstrike make an example of Lock and King and take the Tag Team Championship. You see, tonight’s the...”
Bombshell: “I can’t see the future, so I can’t say for sure whether you’re right, but there’s one point on which you’re dead wrong.”
Reilly: “And that would be?”
Bombshell: “You can leave me out of anything involving that jerkoff Cyberstrike. I’m done with him. The guy’s a moron, plain and simple. I could probably win those Tag Team Championships by myself, but Cyberstrike is only gonna drag me down, so you can just leave me out of it and watch while I throw every piece of trash out of the Royal Rumble and go on to ArchiveMania.”
Reilly: “So, you and Cyberstrike haven’t been seeing eye to eye, have you? That’s fixable. We’ll just put in a substitute for you. Brawn, come out here.”
After a few moments, the curtains part, but instead of Brawn, it’s Commissioner Galvatron91! Mic in hand, The Game steps onto the end of the platform and smiles down at Bombshell and Reilly.
G91: “So you make the matches now, Reilly, is that it? I think you’re a bit confused. You see, you lost that privilige a long...long...long time ago. Tag Team Championship? It’s going on exactly as planned...whether you like it or not...and if I see any team other than Bombshell and Cyberstrike in that ring tonight, you’re both suspended indefinitely.”
JFA: “Wow! Bombshell and Cyberstrike are gonna be partners tonight whether they like it or not!”
JHA: “That’s not right! The cWo should be able to pick any team they want!”
JFA: “Take it easy, J, don’t burst a vein...I think Keith Kincaid is standing by in the back. Take it away, Keith.”
*The camera pans over to Keith Kincaid waiting patiently inside the Foundation locker room.*
KK: "I'm here in the Foundation locker room as they discuss the Royal Rumble, Redstreak, is there a strategy the Foundation has for the big match?"
Redstreak: "Well not really, we all know it's everyman for himself, and we all know that we have to do what we have to do, but as long as it's a Foundation member that's standing at the end of the night, it'll be alright. HOWEVER! I would like nothing more than that scum Vin Ghostal to retain his title and then for me to toss 39 other losers out of the ring, so that way I can go to ArchiveMania and kick Ghostals ass and become the AWF Heavyweight champion because Ghostal, I'm coming for you whether you like it or not!"
KK: "Well Redstreak knows what he's going to do, Blaster_86, what are your views on the Royal Rumble?"
Y3B: “Jerky, shut up and listen to Y3B! Well the other 39 participants better LOOK OUT AND SHOUT because Y3B is going to win the Royal Rumble, and then go to ArchiveMania and once again become the youngest AWF Blasterweight champion. It doesn't matter who's ass I have to kick, because I'm going to make it three times! Three times! Three times! That I've been champ.”
KK: "Now King, what are your views on your upcoming title defense?"
King: "What are The Kings views? The Kings view is that Cyberbitch and Bumshell are going to get their asses handed to them courtesy of the Sharpshooter and Ankle Lock. There is no way the tag-team titles are leaving the Foundation and going to the cWo, because after The King and Lock win tonight, it won't be much longer until The King and Lock surpass Compufires record of the amount of time the titles were held. So we'll be saving the titles for the big match between the two longest running tag-team champions to see who truly is the best Tag Team the AWF has ever seen."
KK: "Well Lock, King told us about your upcoming title defense so that leaves me to ask you this. Tonight, you and 39 other guys, well 36 if you exclude your Foundation friends, are going into the Royal Rumble, is there any superstar who you maybe concerned with?"
The Lock: "Well The Lock says this, there are two AWF superstars who The Lock has a concern with, there are two who might give The Lock problems, number one is going to be...Adolf! And number two is...OP2005! And The Lock says if he can get by those two, he MIGHT have a shot at winning the royal rumble. Keith Kincaid, you roody poo, The Lock is thinking of slapping the yellow right off your teeth if you keep asking stupid questions! The Lock says this, do all you jabronies out there think you can actually throw the great one over the top rope? Well The Lock wipes a monkeys ass with what you all think. The Lock says this, he's going to go out there into the middle of the peoples ring, royal rumble, the Locks music is going to hit, IF YA SMELL! and twenty thousand+ Lock fans, all stand on their feet, goosebumps on their arms, electricity going through their bodies. So The Lock says this, he thinks...NO! He knows...NO! The Lock guaran-DAMN-tees to win the Royal Rumble right here tonight because The Lock is going prove he IS the peoples champ and he IS the peoples choice by doing what he does best and that is LAY-ETH THE SMACKDOWN like only The Lock can. And that's the bottom line 'cause, whoa whoa whoa, let The Lock get this right. And if you aren't down with that, then you can do just two things...oh wait that's not it either! HOLLA! Oh Dammit that's sure as hell not it! Wait this is it! This is it! The most electrifying line in sports entertainment today, IF YA SMEEELLLL WHAT THE LOCK IS COOKIN!"
KK: "Thanks Lock, gentlemen..."
The Lock: "Shut up! Back to the Jabronis at ringside!"
JHA: "He must mean you.”
Intercontinental Championship
The Big Ragebowski Vs. Ravage
JFA: This opening match is a rematch from last weeks Mayhem where….
JHA: The Big Ragebowski cleaned house!
JFA: Erm not exactly
JRA: This next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the AWF Intercontinental Title! Coming to the ring first, the Challenger from Potsdam NY RAVAGE!
”I will be heard” begins to play over the speakers as Ravage appears at the top of the ramp quickly making his way down to the ring to cheers from the crowd slowly climbing into the rung and turning to face the entry way as his music stops and Whadda man starts.
JRA: And his opponent from The hopes and dreams of ladies everywhere and the AWF Intercontinental Champion THE BIG Ragebowski!
The CWO member appears from behind the curtain with three girls looking very cocky strutting down to the ring as his music plays.
JHA: What a charismatic guy, he’s so nice he’ll probably give me all those girls too!
JFA: Well he is a guy but charismatic and nice is another story.
Mirage takes off a jacket that looks like it was taken off a pimp and hand it to the girls before the show and slides in to the ring. Ravage talks to the ref about the girls being there and the Ref clearly says they are not cWo.
JFA: Ref is now saying that the girls brought to ring side are not cWo and are not put under the duristiction of the matches stipulation.
JHA: Good something to stare at when Ravage is showing his skills…. Or lack of.
The ref points to the time keeper and the bell is rung and both lock up with each other Ravage quickly getting the advantage by putting a knee into the gut of Mirage then giving him some quick jabs causing Mirage to stumble to the ropes bouncing off into an Irish Whip by Ravage going into the other ropes and coming back at Ravage and pulled over into an Arm Drag hitting the mat.
JFA: Good way to start the match here by Ravage get things going your way early.
JHA: This is why the girls are here for moments like this until Mirage stops toying with him.
Ravage hops back up putting the boot to the mid-section of his opponent keeping him down. He then bends over grabbing the Big Ragebowski by the hair and pulling him up to his feet running into the ropes to bounce off for a running clothes line but as he hits the ropes he is stopped and falls flat on his face.
JFA: My butt those girls aren’t cWo one of them Just grabbed Ravages foot as he ran into the ropes!
JHA: I didn’t see that!
JFA: You are staring right at them how can you miss that?
JHA: They are all sweet and innocent they would never do such things.
The ref didn’t notice the girls handy work but was slightly flabbergasted by the fact Ravage fell. Mirage not one to miss a chance immediately gets up and scampering over to Ravage climbing on top of him for barley even a two count then getting up and returning the favor of boots to the mid-section holding onto the ropes for balance.
JHA: Yeah Mirage so that cWo traitor!
JFA: Mirage has the advantage thanks to some tactics that should have been banned but because of a loop-hole were not.
Mirage grabs the dazed opponent from the ropes giving him a few more hard stomps before strutting to the corner gyrating his hips to the crowd getting “You suck” chants going. He just stares out at the crowd blowing a girl a kiss.
JHA: Hah! Even on the job he gets the girls attention!
JFA: Ravage coming too now getting to his feet.
Mirage turns to see the raising Ravage then runs at him only to get caught by a big back body drop by the big man.
JFA: Good counter by Ravage!
JHA: My Grandma coulda done better!
Ravage quickly spins around on one foot grabbing Mirage and hauling him up and giving him a solid slam to the ground then picking him up again and whipping him hard into the turn buckle causing him to bounce back out at Ravage. Ravage delivers a quick kick to the gut of the champion causing him to curl over then pulling his head between his legs then lifting him up and delivering a powerful power bomb to crowds delight and the three girl’s dismay.
JFA: DEVESTATING POWERBOMB BY RAVAGE! And that may be it! Ravage going for the pin! 1…
JHA: Noooo!
JFA: 2…..!
JHA: YES KICK OUT!!
JFA: So close there by Ravage!
Ravage get up shaking his head and looking at the Ref who shows once again that it was a two count, no more. Ravage walks over grabbing the champion to his feet delivering a body slam then picking him up again and delivering another hard body slam.
JFA: Ravage ahs re-taken control here.
JHA: And it is once again time to stare at the ladies until Mirage decides to end this.
Ravage delivers another Irish whip into the corner his time Mirage hitting it and stopping there as Ravage follows up by throwing his body on him causing him to bounce out of the corner into a double under arm suplex causing the champion extreme pain as Ravage quickly gets back to his feet and going for another Pin.
JFA: Ravage is absolutely dominating here another Pin, 1…. 2…. And a kick out by Mirage.
JHA: Yeah come on baby come and sit on my lap.
JFA: Will you stop that you have a match to commentate
JHA: And I will once it gets interesting.
Ravage gets up in obvious frustration picking Mirage up again and throws him into the ropes the dazed champion bounces off the rope only to be met by the big boot of Ravage the crowd heavily behind him chanting “Ravage”.
JFA: This match is easily all Ravage I don’t think this is going to last much longer.
JHA: Shows what you know Mirage is just luring him into a sense of false security
JFA: You sure? It looks like he is luring himself to get beat
JHA: Of course it looks like that to a dweeb like you.
Ravage begins to taunt Mirage for the crowd telling him to get up the crowd cheering.
JFA: I think Mirage is about to be Hung over!
JHA: No dammit that’s not good!
Mirage climbes to his feet and walks right into ravage and is lifted up and hit with Ravage’s finisher the Hang over.
JFA: RAVAGE WITH THE PIN! Wait what is the Ref doing! Those hookers Mirage brought to ring side, two are holding the refs attention!!!
JHA: He is doing the smart thing and asking for their numbers the lucky guy.
JFA: We have at least a Five count already. One of the girls on the Ring apron now holding Refs collar and Ravage has gotten up and Mirage is starting to come too.
JHA: Hah! The other girl is coming over to see me!
JFA: She has something in her hand, Those… Those are brass knuckles!
The 3rd girl who had not taken to distracting the ref threw the knuckles into the ring Mirage grabbing them and sliding them onto his hand slowly getting up and grabbing Ravage as he tries to take the Ref’s attention from the girl on the apron and levels him square in the forehead then ditching them on the outside of the ring.
JHA: “Man Mirage is a hard puncher!”
JFA: “He used the Brass knuckles!”
JHA: “Don’t slander your IC champion!”
The girl hops off the apron as the Mirage grabs Ravage Setting him up for the Rage awakening then hitting it.
JFA: “This is disgusting! Ravage had the title won!”
JHA: “No he didn’t. Like I said Rage lured him in.”
Mirage gyrates over top of Ravage for a second then drops down and covers him.
JFA: “1…. 2…. 3…. Dammit this is not right.”
The bell rings as Whadda man hits and the Crowd starts up in a chorus of boos as Mirage stands up and has his arm raised in victory Ravage laying unconscious underneath him Gyrating his hips as the title is handed to him and the three girls climb into the ring beginning to rub all over the champion.
JHA: “Playah playahhhh!!!!”
JFA: “This is disgusting, Ravage had this won!”
Mirage and the three girls climb out of the ring celebrating all they way up the ramp showing his Intercontinental title off to everyone. Following the match, the broadcast goes backstage and finds Lisa Lovelace outside the D-Next locker room.
G91: "What?"
LL: "Hey, Commish, it's Lisa, I was wondering if I could get a word from everybody about the Royal Rumble?"
G91: "Fine, come in."
*Lovelace walks into the D-Next locker room only to be met by cold hard stares from Scout and Sixshot.*
LL: "Thank you for your time, is there anything any of you would like to share with us about the Royal Rumble?"
G91: "Yeah, I don't know why we're even having it, because we all know that the HeartBrend Kid is going to come out on top, as always I might add."
HBK: "No doubt G, whether I come in at number one or forty, nothing is going to stop the HeartBrend Kid from bringing the Brendino heat to everyone and their mothers, because I am Icon! The Showstoppa! THE MAIN EVENT! And in saying that, it means there will be only one place for me at ArchiveMania, and that's at the top of the mountain. So in the Royal Rumble, there'll be a HeartBrend Kick coming from the left, a HDD coming from the right, and then when I'm done bringing the heat, there'll be a toss over the rope coming from behind!"
Scout: "Well sorry to burst your bubble Brend, but your not the only D-Next member in the rumble."
HBK: "Huh? Galvy's not in the rumble."
Scout: "Your right, he's not but...I...AM!"
*Scout flashes her card with her entry number as D-Next and Lovelace stand there stunned*
Scout: "So ArchiveMania here I come, and if you aren't down with that, then you can do just two things. Nothing. And like it."
*Camera returns to ringside*
JFA: "Oh my god, Scout's in the rumble!"
JHA: "Woohoo! Puppies, Jay!"
JFA: "You're a sad, sad little man."
TLC European Title Match
Lord Zarak vs. Wolfang
The camera takes in a wide shot of the ring, focusing on the European title hanging high above.
JFA: There it is, ladies and gentlemen, hanging high above the ring, the European title. Two competitors will enter the ring and be able to use all manner of objects to attain their goal, which they can only do by scaling a ladder to the top and pulling the title down.
JHA: I dunno what the commish is thinking with a match like this! How can this be a TLC match?
JFA: What are you talking about?
JHA: Well it's two guys! It's a glorified ladder match is what it is!
JFA: Maybe you have a point, but it's not really relevant here. The point is, these two men will have a fight on their hands for the European title!
JHA: That's true.
"True Faith" hits first, and Zarak is greeted by a fury of boos. He saunters down to the ring, shouting at some fans before starting to dig under it for a ladder. Pulling it out, he slides it into the ring and starts setting it up as "The Zoo" blares, and Wolfang starts charging down the ramp. He grabs a chair from nearby, slides in, and nails Zarak across the back with it! Zarak howls in pain and steps back of the ladder, and Wolfang follows up with another shot to the back, then a shot to the face before his opponent drops! Without wasting a moment, Wolfang climbs the ladder, going for the title right away, but Zarak staggers up and pushes the ladder over, sending Wolfang flying out of the ring and crashing against the bottom of the entrance ramp!
Zarak catches his breath a moment, then starts out after his opponent.
JFA: Folks, we've been at this exactly one minute and we've already had a helluva moment!
JHA: Man, Wolfang almost set a record! Good thing for Zarak he got back up! Now he's gonna make him pay, just you watch!
Sure enough, Zarak drags Wolfang up, and whips him into the steel steps! As he moves in again, Wolfang comes to his senses and kicks him aside. Wolfang then starts nailing Zarak with forearms to the face, leading him over to one of the tables set up at ringside. With no warning whatsoever, Wolfang scoops Zarak up and powerbombs him!
JFA: Oh my God! What a shot! Wolfang, emphatically making his claim for the European title with that powerbomb!
JHA: Get up, Zarak!
JFA: Wolfang now placing Zarak on the table, but he's going back into the ring right now...
Wolfang slides into the ring and sets the ladder back up, sure enough.
JFA: Wait, what's he doing?
Wolfang scales the ladder almost all the way, listens for a roar from the crowd, then leaps off, jumping over the ropes and dropping a leg into Zarak, putting them both through the table!
JFA: By God! By God! I've never seen anyone with such a disregard for his own safety as Wolfang just showed!
JHA: I didn't think that was possible!
JFA: What a move! This is almost unfathomable, both men are lying among the wreckage, completely destroyed, but someone's got to climb that ladder and claim that title!
Wolfang is the first to move, slowly rolling out of the shattered table and creeping back to the ring. But Zarak is not far behind him, so both men arrive in the ring at about the same time. Zarak gets his mind together first, and clotheslines Wolfang to the mat right away, then starts climbing the ladder.
JFA: “This may be it here; this brutal match may come to an end...Zarak halfway up, gasping for breath with each passing second!”
JHA: “Come on, Z! Bring the cWo the glory it deserves!”
JFA: “Both men bleeding profusely from that horrific crash...who in the hell is going to survive this?”
Suddenly, there is a tug at Zarak's boot. He shakes it off, but only gets another step up before Wolfang is able to grab his ankle. He uses his free fist to nail him in the back repeatedly, then climbs up, wraps his arms around Zarak's waist, and tries to suplex him off the ladder, but Zarak holds onto the ladder, and Wolfang’s own momentum sends him plummeting from the ladder and crashing face-first into the mat! Wiping the blood from his eyes, Zarak takes one more cautious step up the ladder, then loosens the championship belt from its harness to retain the title!
Collapsing from the ladder, Zarak lays on the mat, the European Championship in his clutches. After a minute, Zarak and Wolfang both gingerly climb to their feet, and the two wrestlers face each other, both with blood on their faces, eyes bulging, cheast heaving.
As the camera concentrated on Zarak, his facial features softened; he hugged Wolfang, stepped back and signalled for a mike.
"Two things are going to happen now. First, T.C....I quit the cWo!."
Zarak takes off his shirt and gives it to Wolfang, who pretends to wipe his backside with it.
"Secondly, Lord Zarak is no more!"
Wolfang, who is now out of the ring, reaches under the ring and produces a black garment, a t-shirt. On the front it read B.Z. is and on the back Back. The writing was blood red.
Black Zarak gave the mic to Wolfang.
"As you can see, me and Zarak here have teamed up. He has remembered his past, his honourable past. We are gonna call ourselves Blood and Thunder, and we are going to fight with honour, and we are gonna fight for gold. Zarak knows he has some patching up to do, and he is going to show the AWF the side I knew in PWV. He's going to show you jackmoes from the cWo that you never realised how lucky you were to have a guy like him working for you. Oh, and ThunderCracker? You were right to question his loyalty. He should get a kick out of that. But the fun's not over yet. Blood & Thunder still have the Royal Rumble and after that, whenever they think they're ready, the cWo; CompuFire; Lock & King; Quick Switch and nmathew; the NWA; we'll take 'em all on. You name the time, you name the place, you name the match, and you say your prayers. There's a violent storm brewing here in the AWF. And you're looking at the beginning of it."
As the crowd cheers the new partnership, Wolfang raises Zarak’s hand, and the two men limp to the back, not as enemies, but as partners. Just then, the camera shows Keith Kincaid walking around backstage.
Viewfind: "Yo Kincaid, get yo bitch ass in here! Now!"
*Kincaid walks into the GPA locker room*
KK: "So guys, can I get your thoughts..."
Viewfind: "Save it jackass, cause yo' scrub ass didn't come in 'ere first, yo' don't get to ask us schiznit, gimme da mic. Now, da GPA has forgotten everything that has taken place between us, cause we know that it has to be someone from the GPA who goes onto win the Royal Rumble, because then the AWF Heavyweight title is going to come home where it belongs! And just before we kick your sorry ass out of our locker room Kincaid, the GPA is gonna break out a song with a message to anyone who is going to try pull one over on da GPA. Ready dawgs?"
GPA: "Bo yeah!"
Viewfind: "Here we go!"
GPA: "We back on line
We came to ride
We deal
We stack
We multiply
We stay on the grind
Until we die
And back for mo'
'cause we can't get enough"
Viewfind: "Y'all better watch yo' punk asses, da GPA is going for gold."
KK: “Ummmm....back to you guys at ringside.”
Finally!!! Awf Edge Of Survival!!! It's Live, And It's Now!!!
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Part II! Tag Team Championship...and T.C./Ghostal!
AWF Tag Team Championship
The Lock & King vs. Cyberstrike & “The Mad Bomber” Bombshell
With Edge of Survival in full effect, the stadium lights turned to high beam as strategically placed lasers performed a dazzling array of effects for the capacity packed audience.
JHA: “The tag-team challenge, comin’ atcha with bells on as we welcome first, the reigning champions, the high-flying Foundation pairing of Lock and King”!
N-Trance’s ‘Stayin Alive 95’ remix hit the airwaves, and the crowd went into full appreciation mode as the champions appeared at the entrance ramp. Gleaming in cherry red tights and sparkling boots, the pair walked powerfully down the aisle, a belt over each man’s shoulder, and raging applause greeting their every footstep.
JFA: “What an ovation for these two, you’d think it was the second coming”.
JHA: “The fans are nuts J, these two jabroni’s we’re given the damn belts by D-Next. They never had to fight for them. The whole thing is a crock”.
JFA: “Maybe, but it doesn’t detract from the fact that ever since they’ve held the belts, they have successfully defended them time and time again like true champions. They’re at the top of their game, and tonight they’ll do it all again”.
JHA: “And be busted back to jobber status where they belong. My boys are gonna knock them through the roof”.
‘Stayin’ Alive’ blended into Predaking’s entrance music of Linkin Park’s ‘In the End’ as the Champs climbed into the ring and flashed their belts to all four corners. The crowd lapped it up. Lock and King went to the middle of the squared circle together, then King stood up on Lock’s shoulders with a belt in each hand as camera’s flashed everywhere. They held position for a full minute as the screaming reached tortuous levels, and the ref had to make them get down and go to their corner in order to carry on proceedings.
Suddenly fireworks erupted, and over the speakertrons the revving of a gravel-throated, mean and dirty hog roared into action. A piece of the aisle floor just in front of the entrance way rose up slowly to a 65-degree angle at the command of a hidden hand. Dope’s ‘No Chance’ blasted over the speakertrons as Bombshell and Cyberstrike raced through the entrance on Bomber’s Harley Davidson. ‘Shell gave the throttle an extra twist, and they hit the ramp hard, soaring into the sky. Cyberstrike, sitting on the back, held out two sticks with moistened cloth on the ends doused in petroleum. He put them to the thundering twin exhaust and two huge flames shot backward inches above the heads of the fans at ringside, and lighting up the area in a primeval style.
JFA: “Holy mother of god”!
JHA: “Yeeeeee-haaaaa, Go boys”!
The hog slammed hard into the floor. They were going at such a speed that Bombshell was forced to crank the bike sideways and jam on the break while pulling in the clutch. A 20-foot long streak of tyre rubber decorated the aisle as they came to rest mere footsteps from the ring. Bombshell let out the clutch and gunned the engine, making the back tyre squeal, sending up a thick cloud of acrid smoke. Lock and King appeared disgusted.
Cyberstrike leapt off the machine and sprang into the ring, a torch of fire in each hand. He span and twisted them skilfully in front of him, getting closer and closer to the Champs, seeing if they’d back away through fear. Bombshell parked the hog and casually got off it, as technicians scurried to the scene to wheel it away. He slid into the ring and removed his leather jacket and shades to great effect, as ‘Strike’s pyro-wizardy wowed the fans.
JHA: “These guys are so cool. The cWo are gonna waste Lock & King, and about time too”.
As the flames of his torches died down, Cyberstrike stood alongside Bombshell and they shot a double ‘look of death’ toward their opponents. The crowd went “Ooooh”! and started stamping their feet and hollering furiously to get to the fight started.
JFA: “Looks like the fans are primed”.
JHA: “And megatronned”!
JHA: “Let the slaughter begin”!
The bell rings, first in for the Champs is the King. He circles Cyberstrike cautiously, eyeing him up and down, ready for the first move. ‘Strike barrels into him at waist level, King grabs ‘Strike by his waist, lifting him upside down, and pile drives him head first into the mat. His legs flailing in the air, Cyberstrike puts them to good use and shoots them into King’s abs, who is knocked forcefully backward toward his partner. He makes the tag, and the Lock swoops in grabbing Cyber’s legs and spinning him around, picking up speed with each revolution. Suddenly Lock lets go, and ‘Strike goes flying into the turnbuckle, again head first; and lands in a heap at its foot. Grimlock makes a playful tag to his compadre, and King climbs to the top turnbuckle as the fans cheer.
JFA: “Lock and King proving once again to be the dominating force in the tag team ranks”.
Predaking leaps off the top rope and spears Cyberstrike into the canvas to a wholesomely positive fan reaction!
JHA: “The Headstrong! He made the Headstrong”!
JFA: “Part of the King’s power move repertoire, and he’s really hurt Cyberstrike bad”.
As he gasps for breath, King lifts ‘Strike up in the Razorclaw, his patented lifting chokehold. Cyberstrike clutches at King’s vice like grip, but fails to elicit a reaction. King stares into him, then throws him across the length of the ring to his corner, where Bombshell makes the tag and swaggers in. King glances at him a moment, spits over the side, and then tags in his buddy.
JHA: “Two fresh dudes, ready to slug it out for the gold”.
JFA: “Looks like King did the cWo a real favour there, allowing them to make the tag like that, otherwise this would have been over before it’s even started. Just goes to show that the guy’s concerned for our ratings as well as keeping hold of his belt”.
JHA: “That just makes him even more of a slack-jawed, slobberknocking fool. He’s just opened up the floodgates of Bombshell”.
The two men tear into each other with a flurry of fists. Lock tries for a takedown, but Bomber’s is having none of it as he suddenly grabs Lock’s head and slams him into the mat. Before the Champ has a chance to move, Bombshell is in there with a body splash followed by an arm lock.
JHA: “Wow! Bombshell is like a house on fire tonight”.
JFA: “He must be remembering the humiliation of the infamous ‘diaper incident’ at the beginning of the year, not to mention their last match up; which was only last week if I remember rightly”.
Twisting and snarling like a caged animal, Lock uses his strength to push himself and Bombshell off the ground, destabilising his opponent enough to break the hold. He launches into a fourfold cross rip, ignoring the pain in his arm. Bombshell goes down, but is straight back up again with a cloverleaf. The hammering takes its toll, and Grimlock is forced to fall back. He tags in King, who lays Bombshell out with a running clothesline. Rebounding off the ropes, he meets ‘Shell in the centre of the ring again with a flying kick, then goes for the pin, managing a two count before Bombshell kicks out.
The cWo man rolls back to his feet and lurches at the King, who is moving slower. A quick grapple, and he slams the Champion over with a German suplex. King reels at the pain inflicted. Bomber’s takes no time for gloating; he gets back to work and hits King again with the thunderstrike, followed by a death knell.
JHA: “Hot damn, Bomber’s is a house of pain. Just look at him jump up, jump up and get dowwwwn”.
JFA: “He’s furious, must be really hankerin’ after those belts, and I’m sure the payback he’s delivering is boosting his ego”.
King struggles to make the tag to his partner, but Bombshell drags him back to the middle of the ring, cajoles him to a standing position, and superkicks him. With energies fading, Predaking stumbles back and finally makes the tag. Lock, revitalised; zooms in, hitting hard and fast with a tight mix of combo moves. Its more than enough to cause sufficient damage to Bombshell, who scurries over and tags in Cyberstrike. The cWo second-in-command hits things off with a stunning flying kick, knocking Lock backward in a rolling motion. As quick as a flash though, Lock is up again. With fire in his eyes, he grabs hold of Cyberstrike’s head and delivers a crushing punch. ‘Strike is jarred backward, but still in control of his faculties enough to reply with a Russian leg sweep. With the Lock down, Cyber shoots in to catch his opponent in a scorpion pitch shifter. Lock is lying on his front, with his legs being rammed backward by the ultra evil ‘Strike, who suddenly gives an extra push causing Lock to holler uncontrollably. Bombshell laughs riotously, while King becomes quite agitated in his corner, unable to assist.
JHA: “Cybertsrike’s got him, oh by George has he got him now. The belts are comin’ home”.
The ref checks in with Lock to see if he interested in tapping, but Lock won’t do it. He looks up into King’s eyes and searches for a signal, but Cyberstrike again jams those legs back, compacting Lock’s lower spine. He yell’s out in pain, but still refuses to admit defeat. He gropes the floor, desperately trying to pull himself forward to ease the pain in his back, with little success. Cyberstrike cackles gleefully and smiles while addressing the fans.
Cyberstrike: “YEAH, What d’ya think of your precious Champ now, huh”?
He rams in another painful body-jarring shove, forcing the Lock to howl in pain once more, beads of sweat pouring down his face.
Cyberstrike: “Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha”!
Cyberstrike’s maniacal laughter doubles Lock’s resolve, and he pulls himself along the mat for all he is worth. The movements are slight enough for the cocky Cyberstrike not to notice. Behind him, King is stretched as far as he can go over the top rope, hand outstretched, just millimetres from Lock’s. The crowd are screaming at the tops of their lungs, and Cyberstrike believes its all for him.
Before passing out, Lock makes the tag and the cheering shakes the roof supports. King climbs to the top ropes again, the entire world behind him, and Cyberstrike still blissfully unaware. Bombshell looks on, making no warning signal to his partner, instead merely looking stoic, and ever so slightly disgruntled. Predaking catapults off the top and slams Cyberstrike into oblivion with the ‘Divebomb’, his clothesline off the top move.
JFA: “He’s taken Cyberstrikes head clean off! With every conceivable god in the universe as my witness, King has just decapitated Cyberstrike! Oh this is heinous”!
JHA: “Not quite J, but he has taken Cyber off the Lock and knocked him clear across the mat”!
With Cyberstrike in a lot of trouble, the King helps Lock over to their corner and makes sure he’s ok, then looks with renewed vigour toward his prey. Cyberstrike rattles his head, and a few woodworm fall out. He clambers to his feet in time to lock up with the King for a test of strength. Unfortunately, King has no interest in this old trick, and whisks his hands away to hurl a stunning double gut-buster to Cyber’s mid-section. Then he lifts the stunned cWo member over his head and throws him into the turnbuckle. With no let up, King grabs the ropes on either side of ‘Strike and starts laying into him with kick after kick. The fans count in time to the beating: six, seven, eight, nine, ten!
Cross eyed and dizzy from the pummelling, Cyberstrike picks himself up, but collapses again almost instantly. Bombshell moves along the outside of the ropes and offers his hand for the tag. Cyberstrike looks, but can’t get a fix on his target. King stands back waiting for the changeover, fired up beyond belief, ready to rip the world apart. ‘Strike shakes his head again and the four hands he saw before now merge into one. He goes for the tag... but Bombshell whips his hand away!
JHA: “Huh”?
JFA: “What the hell is Bombshell playing at”?
Looking stunned, Cyberstrike searches for something to say, but before his brain can engage, Bombshell spits in his face and turns away. Cyberstrike faces King, who assaults him straight away with a combined throttle and head butt. Cyberstrike is almost finished; King is fully aware of this fact and makes his special signal to the crowd, who light up in anticipation of the carnage to follow.
JFA: “Here we go, the last 100 yards, the final curtain”.
JHA: “Bombshell.... why”?
King hauls up the broken body of Cyberstrike and wow’s the crowd with the patented Predaking chokeslam, leaving a sweaty imprint of Cyberstrike’s body on the mat, and then finishes of with the big one... the lock & load!
JFA: “Sharpshooter! And Cyberstrike is out of there! Put a fork in it, this turkey is done”!
With no help in sight, Cyberstrike tries to struggle to the ropes, but to no avail...and he’s forced to tap out! ‘In the End’ rocks the stadium and the crowd goes wild. Once again, Lock and King reign supreme. Predaking places his friend’s arm around his shoulder, and together they parade the gold to their adoring supplicants, each with a boot on top of the laid out and destroyed Cyberstrike. Bombshell grabs his jacket and puts in on, storming from the ring toward backstage. Keith Kincaid intercepts him and stuffs a mic in his face.
KK: “Bombers, tell us now; what went on back there? Why did you give up the gold”?
Bombshell: “Keith, I did what I wanted out there. I beat Lock and King on my terms, I softened them up for Cyberstrike to take them down, and he couldn’t even do that. To hell with the gold, it was never my intention. I got in the beatings I wanted, and to tell you the truth I’m sick, just plain sick of it”.
KK: “Sick of what? Of Cyberstrike? Of the cWo”?
Bombshell: “I plead the fifth on that for the time being. All I want now is a beer and a hot tub”.
JHA: “But Bombshell”.
Bombshell: “Stuff it, Kincaid”.
Bombshell stomps to backstage, leaving Kincaid alone in the aisle, and even more confused, surrounded by a million screaming Lock and King fans.
AWF Championship
Vin Ghostal (c) vs. ThunderCracker84
Pantera’s “Walk” hits, and the in-ring leader of the CWO emerges on the stage to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Alongside him is Brendan Reilly, looking calm and confident.
JFA: “Shouldn’t he be preparing for his slot in the Rumble later?”
JHA: “Why does he need to prepare? He’s gonna win – it’s a foregone conclusion.”
JFA: “Riiiiight…after what’s happened tonight with Zarak and Bombshell tonight, Reilly’s got even more important business to worry about, I’d say.”
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the Archive Wrestling Federation Championship. Introducing first, making his way to the ring, the challenger. Accompanied by Brendan Reilly, from Chicago, Illinois, and representing the CWO – ThunderCracker84!”
JHA: “The whole F’n show. The natural born thriller. The REAL man, myth and legend.”
JFA: “What are you? His biographer?”
JHA: “No, I’m a broadcast journalist!”
Reaching the ring, TC84 leaps onto the apron and clambers up onto the outside of the second turnbuckle, saluting the crowd in his own mocking manner. As Brendan Reilly clambers through the ropes, TC jumps down over the top and jogs in the ring to limber up.
JHA: “You realise that you could well be looking at the two men who’ll headline ArchiveMania?”
JFA: “Will you stop? There is no way that Brendan Reilly is gonna win the Rumble.”
JHA: “Oh ye of little faith.”
JFA: “Okay. What do you know that I don’t?”
JHA: “I know he’s winning the Rumble.”
JFA: “Yeah? Well I know of 39 other guys who’ll have something else to say on that matter!”
There are some things in life that you can stop
There are some things in life that can’t be stopped
“And his opponent – from Camden, New Jersey. He is the Archive Wrestling Federation Champion – Vin Ghostal!”
JHA: “And the X-WCW Champion, if memory serves…”
JFA: “The what?”
JHA: “I think it’s like some amateur league… not up here with the big boys or anything.”
JFA: “Ah. A feeder promotion.”
JHA: “Yeah, that’s it.”
Vin Ghostal struts his way out onto the ramp, laughing off the chorus of jeers that greet his arrival.
JFA: “And look at this… Ghostal’s brought some of his cohorts along with him…”
JHA: “So he’s all paid up? No need to make it sound like insurance is a bad thing…”
JFA: “Divebomb and Prowl? accompanying the Champion, here. Reilly seemingly not happy about it… having words with the referee.”
As Vin Ghostal clambers into the ring, the referee stops him and gestures at the NWA, before motioning up the ramp.
JFA: “And the referee has sent the GPA from ringside. Very good call.”
JHA: “That’s not fair…”
JFA: “And Reilly smirking in the background… Ha! And now the referee is telling Reilly that HE has to leave as well. Good call.”
JHA: “That referee’s gonna pay when the CWO are back in charge…”
JFA: “Reilly really not wanting to leave… and here come some security guards to make sure he complies.”
JHA: “They got down there fast!”
JFA: “It wouldn’t surprise me if this was pre-arranged, to be truthful. The referee didn’t need much convincing from Reilly… perhaps these were orders direct from the Game.”
JHA: “That meddling rat…”
As the security guards escort Mr Reilly up the ramp, Vin Ghostal hands the championship belt to the referee, who shows it to the challenger before lifting it high for the crowd to see.
JFA: “That’s what it’s all about. The pinnacle right here. The AWF Championship.”
The bell rings, and the match begins with both men stood toe-to-toe in the center of the ring.
JFA: “Ghostal and TC eyeing each other up here… neither sure how to start off…”
JHA: “I’d suggest that one of them HITTING THE OTHER would be a good a place as any…”
JFA: “Just a little bit of psychology… circling each other in the ring…”
Backing up slightly, Vin Ghostal stops and stands. Raising an eyebrow cautiously, he raises his right arm into the air, open-handed.
JHA: “Don’t wave him to death!”
JFA: “Ghostal looking for a test of strength in the early going… TC cautious… finally seems to accept…”
JHA: “You know, I don’t think I could have put together a higher profile main event if I’d tried.”
JFA: “I believe you… TC84 raising his left arm now… links hands with Ghostal… oh my.”
JHA: “Smart tactics!”
JFA: “Ghostal just linking fingers with his opponent, then taking advantage of the situation to just jam a thumb straight into the challenger’s eye. Referee didn’t see it… Wrist-lock by the champion, into an arm-wringer… applying leverage now from above… just forcing TC down onto one knee and settles into a stepover armbar.”
JHA: “Good technical wrestling by Ghostal. He’s got his strategy all laid out.”
JFA: “I would imagine he has… Vin Ghostal has to be aware that if the match is played out at a fast tempo or in the air, then ThunderCracker84 is going to have the advantage. Ghostal is going to try to keep him grounded and dictate the pace.”
JHA: “It’s all in the gameplan.”
Kneeling on the mat, with his body twisted through ninety degrees backwards, TC84 grimaces in pain. Stood above him, straddling his body, with a firm armbar locked in, is the AWF Champion. Turning his lower body to the same angle as his torso, the challenger reaches up with his free arm, grabs the elbow of Vin Ghostal, and at the same time sweeps his legs backwards, knocking out his foe’s ankle.
JFA: “And a great leverage counter by TC! Modified armdrag just sending his opponent across the ring. Kick-up now… into the ropes, clothesline attempt… oh, but Ghostal counters with an inverted atomic drop…”
JHA: “That’ll slow you down…”
JFA: “And now Ghostal back to the arm… wristlock, wrings the arm again… TC not leaving his feet though… oh! Modified standing enziguri! He just took his head right off!”
JHA: “New champion! Gotta be!”
JFA: “Lateral press… one… two… oh, shoulder comes up. So close. Ghostal climbing back to his feet now… TC to the ropes, spinning heel kick takes the Champion down… and a rolling thunder! One! Two!!”
JHA: “Kick out! Ghostal’s not gonna let himself get pinned that easily… there’s a lot more fight left in him.”
JFA: “And we all know you’re right. ThunderCracker hauling him up now… Gutwrench suplex takes him back to the mat. Stepping through the ropes now… onto the apron…”
Grabbing the top rope, TC84 catapults himself onto the strand, before leaping off and dropping an elbow across his prone opponent’s chest area.
JFA: “Whoa… springboard elbow-drop onto the champion… heck of a move!”
JHA: “That’s called the Chicago Blackhawk! I know because I taught him how to do it!”
JFA: “You did not. Hook of the leg… one… two… kick out by Vin Ghostal.”
Pulling the Champion up, TC hooks in a front-facelock. But before he can go any further, Ghostal spins him around and drives him backwards into the turnbuckle pads.
JFA: “Ghostal trying to reassert himself, here. Shoulderblock in the corner… and a knife-edge chop. Irish whip to the far side… reversal… and a handspring elbow by TC84!”
JHA: “Looks to be trouble for Vin Ghostal!”
JFA: “A lot of it perhaps… TC backing off again, now… runs in, monkey-flip perhaps… oh, and Ghostal just kept hold of the top rope, before throwing TC84 down hard onto the mat.”
JHA: “Looks like my favourite CWO leader hit the back of his head hard…”
JFA: “Very. Ghostal coming forward now… grabs the legs… what are we going to see here? Sets it up… slingshot straight into the turbuckle. And ThunderCracker84 just driven facefirst into the turnbuckle pad.”
JHA: “Is this what you were saying earlier about dictating the pace? He can’t do any of that high-flying stuff if he’s flat on his back with a concussion!”
Dragging his opponent out toward the center of the ring, the AWF Champion clambers onto the second turnbuckle, then leaps off, driving an elbow solidly into the clavicle area.
JFA: “Elbow by Ghostal. Nonchalant cover… one… two… shoulder comes up almost instinctively from TC84. ThunderCracker84 going through a good spell lately… he reached the tournament final at Meltdown… was in the Six Pack Challenge at Deep Freeze… now he’s got another chance to win the gold here tonight.”
JHA: “But he can’t do it if he’s flat on his back!”
JFA: “Vin Ghostal pulling TC back up to his feet now… front facelock… hooks the arm over… and a good snap suplex by the champion. Makes the cover. One. Two. Again the shoulder comes up.”
Remaining calm and collected, Ghostal hauls up his challenger, and locks in an abdominal stretch.
JHA: “This’ll hurt in the morning…”
JFA: “Vin Ghostal wrenching away on TC84’s lower body… this pulls on the ribs and the lower torso, as well as putting quite a bit of pressure on the head and neck area.”
Several minutes pass with the hold locked in.
JFA: “And the referee asking TC if he want’s to submit. The challenger showing a lot of heart, here… no quit in him it seems. Vin Ghostal really leaning back on it.”
JHA: “There’s a fine line between being brave and being stupid. He should either find a way out of that or give up before he gets hurt…”
JFA: “I don’t think his mind works like that… fighting for all he’s worth now… and… and… he reversed it! TC84 reaching all the way behind and managing to get under to reverse the stretch into one of his own! Leaning back himself now… oh, and Vin Ghostal just hip-tossing his way out of it. I must say that I’m impressed by ThunderCracker84.”
JHA: “Told you he had talent.”
JFA: “You also told me he should have given up there and then.”
JHA: “Your point being?”
JFA: “Ghostal pulling TC up now… Irish whip to the buckle. Follows in with the shoulderblock… no! TC leaping over the top rope onto the apron in the nick of time… nobody there, and Ghostal’s shoulder goes straight through to the ringpost!”
JHA: “Good awareness by the Natural Born Thriller, ThunderCracker84. Up top now… victory roll!”
JFA: “Victory roll by TC84! One! Two! Ooooh, so close…”
Both men scramble to their feet, but before Ghostal can move in again, he’s hit by a solid dropkick.
JFA: “Quick feet by TC! Hits the ropes… legdrop! Hooks the leg… one… two… th- no! Kick out by Vin Ghostal. Ever so close.”
JHA: “I can’t take much more of this…”
JFA: “Feel free to leave… TC84 now… scoop slam into the corner. Split-legged moonsault? No, Ghostal moved, but TC landed on his feet… Ghostal up and around… Single-arm DDT! ThunderCracker84 with the cover now… he must have it… one… two…”
JHA: “Foot on the rope! Foot on the bottom rope!”
JFA: “ThunderCracker84 cannot believe it! He thought he had it all sewn up! Back to their feet now… TC whips Ghostal to the ropes… leapfrog by the challenger… back bodydrop, telegraphed it… Ghostal floats behind, waistlock and… oh my GOD!”
JHA: “I think the momentum just shifted…”
JFA: “Release German suplex by Vin Ghostal… and ThunderCracker84 is just folded up like an accordian!”
JHA: “That’s all she wrote… stick a fork in him. He’s DONE.”
Pausing for breath, Vin Ghostal looks down at his battered opponent, contemplating his next move. A smirk covers his face as he leans over the top rope and mouths something to the commentary team.
JFA: “What did he say?”
JHA: “I think he just said ‘this is called the Cutting Edge’”
JFA: “Ghostal… picking up ThunderCracker now… suplex, perhaps? Vertical… delayed… oh my good god almighty!!”
JHA: “The fat lady has sung!!”
JFA: “Vertical suplex… fallen forward into a powerbomb… cradles him… one… two…”
JHA: “Holy!!!”
JFA: “Kick out by TC84!! This kid has so much heart!!”
JHA: “Ghostal can’t believe it!”
JFA: “Vin Ghostal in a state of shock… grabbing TC by the neck now… drags him up… Cobra Clutch!!”
JHA: “Oh, this has got to be it… he’s put away so many guys with this move…”
JFA: “The modified version of a sleeper… putting pressure on the neck and arm that he was working on earlier… this could well be the end… no… TC fighting… and somehow staggers to the ropes. Ghostal not releasing it though… the referee screaming at him…”
JHA: “It’s those extra seconds that make all the difference…”
JFA: “Finally Ghostal releases the hold… and the referee really admonishing him here…”
JHA: “Like he cares. He’s Vin Ghostal, dammit!”
Grabbing TC84 by the scruff of the neck, Ghostal bends him double, and positions him for the Whirlwind.
JHA: “Now it’s over…”
JFA: “Whirlwind attempt by Ghostal… hauls him up onto the shoulder… arms crucifixed… no… no… TC shaking free… he’s fighting it… Sunset flip!! TC84 fighting out of the Whirlwind into a sunset flip! One! Two! Oh, kick out by Ghostal!!”
JHA: “And Vin Ghostal is furious!!”
JFA: “The AWF Champion now… back up to his feet. Rushes for a clothesline… Drop toe-hold by ThunderCracker84! Floats across… into a half-crab! Single leg Boston Crab by TC84… really wrenching on that knee… but Ghostal reaches the bottom rope…”
JHA: “Where’s TC84 suddenly gotten this energy from?!”
JFA: “I don’t know… both men back to their feet now… TC with a kick to the gut… and one to the ribs… whips Ghostal to the ropes… spinning heel kick.”
Leaping onto the middle of the second rope, TC springboards off, rotating in mid air to drop a leg across the chest and neck of the Champion.
JHA: “That’ll do it! One! Two!”
JFA: “Kick out by Ghostal… he’s more in shock than worn down! He thought TC was finished!”
JHA: “So did I! And I’m never wrong!”
JFA: “Both men up again… TC84 looking to whip Ghostal into the ropes… reversal… Clothesline by Ghostal… ducked, TC stops behind… Ghostal turns around…”
JHA: “LIFETIME ENLIGHTENMENT!! He got it!!”
JFA: “Lifetime Enlightenment by ThunderCracker84… Vin Ghostal is out cold, maybe! TC not covering… heading for the corner… leaps onto the top turnbuckle…”
JHA: “This is it! We’ve got a new champion!!”
JFA: “Five star… FROG SPLASH!! That’s got to be it!”
Winded by his own move, TC84 rolls onto his back, clutching his abdomen in pain, before ever so slowly crawling across and grabbing Vin Ghostal’s leg to make the cover.
JHA: “It’s over! One!”
JFA: “Two!”
JHA: “WHAT?!!”
JFA: “I don’t believe it… TC84 doesn’t believe it… the crowd don’t believe it… Ghostal kicked out!”
JHA: “This is insane… Ghostal is back to his feet!”
JFA: “Both men refusing to give up… and who can blame them with the AWF Championship at stake?!”
JHA: “TC going back to the corner…”
Glancing over his shoulder, ThunderCracker84 clambers up the inside of the turnbuckles, till he stands on the top pad. Taking a deep breath, he leaps backwards, flipping over 180 degrees to catch his opponent with a bodypress.
JFA: “Moonsault by TC… Caught!! Caught by Ghostal… and a shoulderbreaker! Right onto that injured arm. Ghostal stopping for breath, now… and stomps away on the shoulder. Trying to slow the pace…”
JHA: “He can’t hit another frog splash if he can’t stand… though how Ghostal survived one is beyond me…”
JFA: “Vin Ghostal hauling TC84 up again, now… scoops him up… and a reverse fallaway slam. Not making a cover though… picks him up again… side Russian legsweep! Still no cover…”
JHA: “He’s sending a message… loud and clear…”
JFA: “Who to?!”
JHA: “Everybody.”
JFA: “Ghostal just toying with his opponent, now… drags him up once more… what’s now? Small package! Small package by TC84!! One! Two! Oh, Ghostal somehow powers out!”
JHA: “Whoa…”
JFA: “Ghostal perhaps underestimating TC84… it wouldn’t be the first time that our reigning Champion has let his ego get the better of him…”
Clambering back to his feet, Ghostal is stunned to see that ThunderCracker84 is up again as well, eyes bulging, chest moving heavily with each breath.
JHA: “Whoa…”
JFA: “And TC84 has gotta be running on pure adrenaline right now… Ghostal doesn’t look to sure about himself anymore…”
Stepping forward, Vin Ghostal swings a right hand, but TC84 blocks it before landing one of his own.
JFA: “Stiff right hand by TC84… and another… Ghostal reeling… Ghostal swings, ducked by the challenger… atomic drop! Ghostal to the ropes… TC whipping him out… catches him on the rebound… sleeperhold… bottom drops out! One! Two!”
JHA: “Oh, so close…”
JFA: “Back up now… TC84 a house of fire… whips Ghostal to the buckle… shoulderblock… and another… roundhouse kick! Backs off… running monkeyflip back to the center of the ring! And Ghostal is on the rocks… he can feel the title slipping away!”
JHA: “So can I! He may never be able to afford GPA protection ever again!”
JFA: “Ghostal sent back to the corner now… TC climbing up… throws a punch firmly into the forehead. Another… three… four… five… six… Ghostal fighting back now… waistlock… inverted atomic? No… blocked by TC84… and a knife-edge chop by the challenger!”
Setting the wobbling Champion up in the center of the ring, TC stands poised behind him, waiting for the turnaround.
JHA: “Setting it up again… the belt is going back to the CWO! I can feel it!!”
JFA: “Ghostal turns… Lifetime Enlightenment! No!! Ghostal dodged it… somehow… I don’t know how! Grabs the legs, floats over, double-leg cradle! One! Two!”
JHA: “Dammit, so close!”
JFA: “Just clarify which of these two you actually placed a bet on…”
JHA: “With which bookmaker?”
JFA: “Thank you… Ghostal back in control now, temporarily, at least… Hauls his opponent up… looking for a suplex… no, TC floats over and behind… Reverse DDT!!”
JHA: “That’s it! One! Two!!”
JFA: “Oh, somehow the shoulder comes up from Ghostal…”
Springing back to his feet, TC84 quickly pulls the Champion up and whips him into the ropes, before hitting the opposite side himself.
JFA: “TC84 setting this up… lariat! Good strong clothesline by the challenger. Lateral press. One. Two. Oh, kick out.”
JHA: “Back up again… signalling for it a second time?”
JFA: “Yes… ThunderCracker84 looking to hit it again, perhaps have better luck… sends Ghostal to the ropes… Clothesline, no – ducked by Ghostal, caught TC with a half-nelson by the looks of it… into a full… what? Suplex?”
JHA: “Dragon suplex by Vin Ghostal!! And a bridge! One! Two!”
JFA: “Three! I don’t believe it… he got him!”
JHA: “Vin Ghostal retains!!”
Releasing the hold, Ghostal rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope and grabs his Championship belt. Lifting it into the air, he points at it whilst smirking at the beaten T.C., sat stunned on the canvas.
JFA: “Ghostal wins the match, yes, but I don’t think it’s over between these two, not by a longshot. One of the best matches of the year ends with Vin retaining the championship, but T.C. was THIS close...he was THAT close to becoming AWF Champion.”
JHA: “Damn bookie fees...”
JFA: "Ladies and gentlemen, just before we get the Royal Rumble underway, the wonderful video production team of the AWF put together a special package with various superstars giving their thoughts and views on the Royal Rumble. Roll the video."
VO: "Forty superstars put their bodies on the line for a shot at the ultimate prize, thirty-nine leave with the bitter taste of defeat, one man left standing gains access to the main event of the gran-daddy of them all, AWF ArchiveMania. It's the Royal Rumble, and everyone is on the Edge Of Survival!"
Claypool: "What a perfect way to regain what was wrongfully taken from me, after planning revenge the past few months, my opportunity has finally come! It's not a question of 'If I can do it?' it's 'How long will it take me?' ArchiveMania, I'm coming home."
Mr. Reilly: "I'm going to kill that scum who calls himself the commissioner for this, what? I'm on air? I hate you G91!"
Computron: Since Compufire's return, we are yet to be defeated, and that's going to continue here tonight. Tell 'em Jets.
Jetfire: "We both know it's everyman for himself, but we're going to be the last two standing and then one of us will be going to ArchiveMania to claim the gold."
Adolf: "This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, a chance to have it all, tonight I'm going to prove I can hang with the best of them, I will win the Royal Rumble."
God Jinrai: "You know what rocks? The Commissioner put that scum Reilly in the rumble, so not only do I get to kick his ass but I get to go to ArchiveMania as well."
RCOSD: "Listen up and listen good assholes, they don't call me "The One Man Army" for nothing. I'm walking in with nothing and walking out with my shot which I so rightfully deserve.
Mirage: "The Big Ragebowski at ArchiveMania? Simply ravishing!"
UPF: "Finally, I can restore credibility to the title that has been ever so tarnished."
Starscreamer: "It's about time someone with style and good taste held the AWF Heavyweight championship. You go girlfriend!"
Ravage: "By the time it's all said and done, the AWF is going to have the worst hangover ever in the morning."
Plasmodium: "A shot at the title? I think it's about time I showed everyone why I'm contagious."
Sixswitch: "At last the Welsh Wonder gets his big break, it's going to be a good night for the Double S."
Deathscream: "My chance to prove I haven't been broke has finally come, vengeance will be mine."
Wolfang: "Victory is so close I can almost taste it. I'll see you all at ArchiveMania."
CloudStrifer: "You can bet your life on ODIN that I'm going to win the Royal Rumble."
OP2005: "After being held down for so long, I can finally show everyone why in time, they'll be calling me champ."
Turbo Charger: "After I win the rumble, I'm taking the gold back home to the University of Maine."
Bombshell: "I guess we all go a little crazy sometimes, and that's why tonight the Mad Bomber is going to be the last man standing."
Brawn: "Oh the Royal Rumble's coming up isn't it? No sweat, I'll win easily."
Cyberstrike: "I don't lose, I conquer, and that's exactly what's going to happen tonight."
D-Extreme: "There's no way thirty-nine other people are going to even try stopping me now, I'm going all the way baby."
Lord Zarak: "Thirty-nine other people will feel my sting, as I stand alone at the end of it all."
The Lock: "The Lock was the first IC champ, and now to have it all, there's just one more rock to climb, If Ya Smell What The Lock Is Cookin'."
Scout: "Oh you didn't know? Your ass better call somebody!"
HBK: "What's an ArchiveMania without the HeartBrend Kid? It's un-imaginable, lucky for all of you, it's a sure bet that I'll be there and if you aren't down with that, then you can do just two things. Nothing. And like it."
Stone Cold Skywarp: "Royal Rumble 2003, Stone Cold is walkin' in and when he gets there, there ain't gon be a sum bitch that's gonna get in my way, or else Stone Cold'll kick them in the guts, put his arm around their head, put some stink on it, BAM Skywarp Stunner, and then do it to the next person and then the next one after that, stunner after stunner until Stone Cold Skywarp is going to ArchiveMania."
*Fade to black*
The Lock & King vs. Cyberstrike & “The Mad Bomber” Bombshell
With Edge of Survival in full effect, the stadium lights turned to high beam as strategically placed lasers performed a dazzling array of effects for the capacity packed audience.
JHA: “The tag-team challenge, comin’ atcha with bells on as we welcome first, the reigning champions, the high-flying Foundation pairing of Lock and King”!
N-Trance’s ‘Stayin Alive 95’ remix hit the airwaves, and the crowd went into full appreciation mode as the champions appeared at the entrance ramp. Gleaming in cherry red tights and sparkling boots, the pair walked powerfully down the aisle, a belt over each man’s shoulder, and raging applause greeting their every footstep.
JFA: “What an ovation for these two, you’d think it was the second coming”.
JHA: “The fans are nuts J, these two jabroni’s we’re given the damn belts by D-Next. They never had to fight for them. The whole thing is a crock”.
JFA: “Maybe, but it doesn’t detract from the fact that ever since they’ve held the belts, they have successfully defended them time and time again like true champions. They’re at the top of their game, and tonight they’ll do it all again”.
JHA: “And be busted back to jobber status where they belong. My boys are gonna knock them through the roof”.
‘Stayin’ Alive’ blended into Predaking’s entrance music of Linkin Park’s ‘In the End’ as the Champs climbed into the ring and flashed their belts to all four corners. The crowd lapped it up. Lock and King went to the middle of the squared circle together, then King stood up on Lock’s shoulders with a belt in each hand as camera’s flashed everywhere. They held position for a full minute as the screaming reached tortuous levels, and the ref had to make them get down and go to their corner in order to carry on proceedings.
Suddenly fireworks erupted, and over the speakertrons the revving of a gravel-throated, mean and dirty hog roared into action. A piece of the aisle floor just in front of the entrance way rose up slowly to a 65-degree angle at the command of a hidden hand. Dope’s ‘No Chance’ blasted over the speakertrons as Bombshell and Cyberstrike raced through the entrance on Bomber’s Harley Davidson. ‘Shell gave the throttle an extra twist, and they hit the ramp hard, soaring into the sky. Cyberstrike, sitting on the back, held out two sticks with moistened cloth on the ends doused in petroleum. He put them to the thundering twin exhaust and two huge flames shot backward inches above the heads of the fans at ringside, and lighting up the area in a primeval style.
JFA: “Holy mother of god”!
JHA: “Yeeeeee-haaaaa, Go boys”!
The hog slammed hard into the floor. They were going at such a speed that Bombshell was forced to crank the bike sideways and jam on the break while pulling in the clutch. A 20-foot long streak of tyre rubber decorated the aisle as they came to rest mere footsteps from the ring. Bombshell let out the clutch and gunned the engine, making the back tyre squeal, sending up a thick cloud of acrid smoke. Lock and King appeared disgusted.
Cyberstrike leapt off the machine and sprang into the ring, a torch of fire in each hand. He span and twisted them skilfully in front of him, getting closer and closer to the Champs, seeing if they’d back away through fear. Bombshell parked the hog and casually got off it, as technicians scurried to the scene to wheel it away. He slid into the ring and removed his leather jacket and shades to great effect, as ‘Strike’s pyro-wizardy wowed the fans.
JHA: “These guys are so cool. The cWo are gonna waste Lock & King, and about time too”.
As the flames of his torches died down, Cyberstrike stood alongside Bombshell and they shot a double ‘look of death’ toward their opponents. The crowd went “Ooooh”! and started stamping their feet and hollering furiously to get to the fight started.
JFA: “Looks like the fans are primed”.
JHA: “And megatronned”!
JHA: “Let the slaughter begin”!
The bell rings, first in for the Champs is the King. He circles Cyberstrike cautiously, eyeing him up and down, ready for the first move. ‘Strike barrels into him at waist level, King grabs ‘Strike by his waist, lifting him upside down, and pile drives him head first into the mat. His legs flailing in the air, Cyberstrike puts them to good use and shoots them into King’s abs, who is knocked forcefully backward toward his partner. He makes the tag, and the Lock swoops in grabbing Cyber’s legs and spinning him around, picking up speed with each revolution. Suddenly Lock lets go, and ‘Strike goes flying into the turnbuckle, again head first; and lands in a heap at its foot. Grimlock makes a playful tag to his compadre, and King climbs to the top turnbuckle as the fans cheer.
JFA: “Lock and King proving once again to be the dominating force in the tag team ranks”.
Predaking leaps off the top rope and spears Cyberstrike into the canvas to a wholesomely positive fan reaction!
JHA: “The Headstrong! He made the Headstrong”!
JFA: “Part of the King’s power move repertoire, and he’s really hurt Cyberstrike bad”.
As he gasps for breath, King lifts ‘Strike up in the Razorclaw, his patented lifting chokehold. Cyberstrike clutches at King’s vice like grip, but fails to elicit a reaction. King stares into him, then throws him across the length of the ring to his corner, where Bombshell makes the tag and swaggers in. King glances at him a moment, spits over the side, and then tags in his buddy.
JHA: “Two fresh dudes, ready to slug it out for the gold”.
JFA: “Looks like King did the cWo a real favour there, allowing them to make the tag like that, otherwise this would have been over before it’s even started. Just goes to show that the guy’s concerned for our ratings as well as keeping hold of his belt”.
JHA: “That just makes him even more of a slack-jawed, slobberknocking fool. He’s just opened up the floodgates of Bombshell”.
The two men tear into each other with a flurry of fists. Lock tries for a takedown, but Bomber’s is having none of it as he suddenly grabs Lock’s head and slams him into the mat. Before the Champ has a chance to move, Bombshell is in there with a body splash followed by an arm lock.
JHA: “Wow! Bombshell is like a house on fire tonight”.
JFA: “He must be remembering the humiliation of the infamous ‘diaper incident’ at the beginning of the year, not to mention their last match up; which was only last week if I remember rightly”.
Twisting and snarling like a caged animal, Lock uses his strength to push himself and Bombshell off the ground, destabilising his opponent enough to break the hold. He launches into a fourfold cross rip, ignoring the pain in his arm. Bombshell goes down, but is straight back up again with a cloverleaf. The hammering takes its toll, and Grimlock is forced to fall back. He tags in King, who lays Bombshell out with a running clothesline. Rebounding off the ropes, he meets ‘Shell in the centre of the ring again with a flying kick, then goes for the pin, managing a two count before Bombshell kicks out.
The cWo man rolls back to his feet and lurches at the King, who is moving slower. A quick grapple, and he slams the Champion over with a German suplex. King reels at the pain inflicted. Bomber’s takes no time for gloating; he gets back to work and hits King again with the thunderstrike, followed by a death knell.
JHA: “Hot damn, Bomber’s is a house of pain. Just look at him jump up, jump up and get dowwwwn”.
JFA: “He’s furious, must be really hankerin’ after those belts, and I’m sure the payback he’s delivering is boosting his ego”.
King struggles to make the tag to his partner, but Bombshell drags him back to the middle of the ring, cajoles him to a standing position, and superkicks him. With energies fading, Predaking stumbles back and finally makes the tag. Lock, revitalised; zooms in, hitting hard and fast with a tight mix of combo moves. Its more than enough to cause sufficient damage to Bombshell, who scurries over and tags in Cyberstrike. The cWo second-in-command hits things off with a stunning flying kick, knocking Lock backward in a rolling motion. As quick as a flash though, Lock is up again. With fire in his eyes, he grabs hold of Cyberstrike’s head and delivers a crushing punch. ‘Strike is jarred backward, but still in control of his faculties enough to reply with a Russian leg sweep. With the Lock down, Cyber shoots in to catch his opponent in a scorpion pitch shifter. Lock is lying on his front, with his legs being rammed backward by the ultra evil ‘Strike, who suddenly gives an extra push causing Lock to holler uncontrollably. Bombshell laughs riotously, while King becomes quite agitated in his corner, unable to assist.
JHA: “Cybertsrike’s got him, oh by George has he got him now. The belts are comin’ home”.
The ref checks in with Lock to see if he interested in tapping, but Lock won’t do it. He looks up into King’s eyes and searches for a signal, but Cyberstrike again jams those legs back, compacting Lock’s lower spine. He yell’s out in pain, but still refuses to admit defeat. He gropes the floor, desperately trying to pull himself forward to ease the pain in his back, with little success. Cyberstrike cackles gleefully and smiles while addressing the fans.
Cyberstrike: “YEAH, What d’ya think of your precious Champ now, huh”?
He rams in another painful body-jarring shove, forcing the Lock to howl in pain once more, beads of sweat pouring down his face.
Cyberstrike: “Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha”!
Cyberstrike’s maniacal laughter doubles Lock’s resolve, and he pulls himself along the mat for all he is worth. The movements are slight enough for the cocky Cyberstrike not to notice. Behind him, King is stretched as far as he can go over the top rope, hand outstretched, just millimetres from Lock’s. The crowd are screaming at the tops of their lungs, and Cyberstrike believes its all for him.
Before passing out, Lock makes the tag and the cheering shakes the roof supports. King climbs to the top ropes again, the entire world behind him, and Cyberstrike still blissfully unaware. Bombshell looks on, making no warning signal to his partner, instead merely looking stoic, and ever so slightly disgruntled. Predaking catapults off the top and slams Cyberstrike into oblivion with the ‘Divebomb’, his clothesline off the top move.
JFA: “He’s taken Cyberstrikes head clean off! With every conceivable god in the universe as my witness, King has just decapitated Cyberstrike! Oh this is heinous”!
JHA: “Not quite J, but he has taken Cyber off the Lock and knocked him clear across the mat”!
With Cyberstrike in a lot of trouble, the King helps Lock over to their corner and makes sure he’s ok, then looks with renewed vigour toward his prey. Cyberstrike rattles his head, and a few woodworm fall out. He clambers to his feet in time to lock up with the King for a test of strength. Unfortunately, King has no interest in this old trick, and whisks his hands away to hurl a stunning double gut-buster to Cyber’s mid-section. Then he lifts the stunned cWo member over his head and throws him into the turnbuckle. With no let up, King grabs the ropes on either side of ‘Strike and starts laying into him with kick after kick. The fans count in time to the beating: six, seven, eight, nine, ten!
Cross eyed and dizzy from the pummelling, Cyberstrike picks himself up, but collapses again almost instantly. Bombshell moves along the outside of the ropes and offers his hand for the tag. Cyberstrike looks, but can’t get a fix on his target. King stands back waiting for the changeover, fired up beyond belief, ready to rip the world apart. ‘Strike shakes his head again and the four hands he saw before now merge into one. He goes for the tag... but Bombshell whips his hand away!
JHA: “Huh”?
JFA: “What the hell is Bombshell playing at”?
Looking stunned, Cyberstrike searches for something to say, but before his brain can engage, Bombshell spits in his face and turns away. Cyberstrike faces King, who assaults him straight away with a combined throttle and head butt. Cyberstrike is almost finished; King is fully aware of this fact and makes his special signal to the crowd, who light up in anticipation of the carnage to follow.
JFA: “Here we go, the last 100 yards, the final curtain”.
JHA: “Bombshell.... why”?
King hauls up the broken body of Cyberstrike and wow’s the crowd with the patented Predaking chokeslam, leaving a sweaty imprint of Cyberstrike’s body on the mat, and then finishes of with the big one... the lock & load!
JFA: “Sharpshooter! And Cyberstrike is out of there! Put a fork in it, this turkey is done”!
With no help in sight, Cyberstrike tries to struggle to the ropes, but to no avail...and he’s forced to tap out! ‘In the End’ rocks the stadium and the crowd goes wild. Once again, Lock and King reign supreme. Predaking places his friend’s arm around his shoulder, and together they parade the gold to their adoring supplicants, each with a boot on top of the laid out and destroyed Cyberstrike. Bombshell grabs his jacket and puts in on, storming from the ring toward backstage. Keith Kincaid intercepts him and stuffs a mic in his face.
KK: “Bombers, tell us now; what went on back there? Why did you give up the gold”?
Bombshell: “Keith, I did what I wanted out there. I beat Lock and King on my terms, I softened them up for Cyberstrike to take them down, and he couldn’t even do that. To hell with the gold, it was never my intention. I got in the beatings I wanted, and to tell you the truth I’m sick, just plain sick of it”.
KK: “Sick of what? Of Cyberstrike? Of the cWo”?
Bombshell: “I plead the fifth on that for the time being. All I want now is a beer and a hot tub”.
JHA: “But Bombshell”.
Bombshell: “Stuff it, Kincaid”.
Bombshell stomps to backstage, leaving Kincaid alone in the aisle, and even more confused, surrounded by a million screaming Lock and King fans.
AWF Championship
Vin Ghostal (c) vs. ThunderCracker84
Pantera’s “Walk” hits, and the in-ring leader of the CWO emerges on the stage to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Alongside him is Brendan Reilly, looking calm and confident.
JFA: “Shouldn’t he be preparing for his slot in the Rumble later?”
JHA: “Why does he need to prepare? He’s gonna win – it’s a foregone conclusion.”
JFA: “Riiiiight…after what’s happened tonight with Zarak and Bombshell tonight, Reilly’s got even more important business to worry about, I’d say.”
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the Archive Wrestling Federation Championship. Introducing first, making his way to the ring, the challenger. Accompanied by Brendan Reilly, from Chicago, Illinois, and representing the CWO – ThunderCracker84!”
JHA: “The whole F’n show. The natural born thriller. The REAL man, myth and legend.”
JFA: “What are you? His biographer?”
JHA: “No, I’m a broadcast journalist!”
Reaching the ring, TC84 leaps onto the apron and clambers up onto the outside of the second turnbuckle, saluting the crowd in his own mocking manner. As Brendan Reilly clambers through the ropes, TC jumps down over the top and jogs in the ring to limber up.
JHA: “You realise that you could well be looking at the two men who’ll headline ArchiveMania?”
JFA: “Will you stop? There is no way that Brendan Reilly is gonna win the Rumble.”
JHA: “Oh ye of little faith.”
JFA: “Okay. What do you know that I don’t?”
JHA: “I know he’s winning the Rumble.”
JFA: “Yeah? Well I know of 39 other guys who’ll have something else to say on that matter!”
There are some things in life that you can stop
There are some things in life that can’t be stopped
“And his opponent – from Camden, New Jersey. He is the Archive Wrestling Federation Champion – Vin Ghostal!”
JHA: “And the X-WCW Champion, if memory serves…”
JFA: “The what?”
JHA: “I think it’s like some amateur league… not up here with the big boys or anything.”
JFA: “Ah. A feeder promotion.”
JHA: “Yeah, that’s it.”
Vin Ghostal struts his way out onto the ramp, laughing off the chorus of jeers that greet his arrival.
JFA: “And look at this… Ghostal’s brought some of his cohorts along with him…”
JHA: “So he’s all paid up? No need to make it sound like insurance is a bad thing…”
JFA: “Divebomb and Prowl? accompanying the Champion, here. Reilly seemingly not happy about it… having words with the referee.”
As Vin Ghostal clambers into the ring, the referee stops him and gestures at the NWA, before motioning up the ramp.
JFA: “And the referee has sent the GPA from ringside. Very good call.”
JHA: “That’s not fair…”
JFA: “And Reilly smirking in the background… Ha! And now the referee is telling Reilly that HE has to leave as well. Good call.”
JHA: “That referee’s gonna pay when the CWO are back in charge…”
JFA: “Reilly really not wanting to leave… and here come some security guards to make sure he complies.”
JHA: “They got down there fast!”
JFA: “It wouldn’t surprise me if this was pre-arranged, to be truthful. The referee didn’t need much convincing from Reilly… perhaps these were orders direct from the Game.”
JHA: “That meddling rat…”
As the security guards escort Mr Reilly up the ramp, Vin Ghostal hands the championship belt to the referee, who shows it to the challenger before lifting it high for the crowd to see.
JFA: “That’s what it’s all about. The pinnacle right here. The AWF Championship.”
The bell rings, and the match begins with both men stood toe-to-toe in the center of the ring.
JFA: “Ghostal and TC eyeing each other up here… neither sure how to start off…”
JHA: “I’d suggest that one of them HITTING THE OTHER would be a good a place as any…”
JFA: “Just a little bit of psychology… circling each other in the ring…”
Backing up slightly, Vin Ghostal stops and stands. Raising an eyebrow cautiously, he raises his right arm into the air, open-handed.
JHA: “Don’t wave him to death!”
JFA: “Ghostal looking for a test of strength in the early going… TC cautious… finally seems to accept…”
JHA: “You know, I don’t think I could have put together a higher profile main event if I’d tried.”
JFA: “I believe you… TC84 raising his left arm now… links hands with Ghostal… oh my.”
JHA: “Smart tactics!”
JFA: “Ghostal just linking fingers with his opponent, then taking advantage of the situation to just jam a thumb straight into the challenger’s eye. Referee didn’t see it… Wrist-lock by the champion, into an arm-wringer… applying leverage now from above… just forcing TC down onto one knee and settles into a stepover armbar.”
JHA: “Good technical wrestling by Ghostal. He’s got his strategy all laid out.”
JFA: “I would imagine he has… Vin Ghostal has to be aware that if the match is played out at a fast tempo or in the air, then ThunderCracker84 is going to have the advantage. Ghostal is going to try to keep him grounded and dictate the pace.”
JHA: “It’s all in the gameplan.”
Kneeling on the mat, with his body twisted through ninety degrees backwards, TC84 grimaces in pain. Stood above him, straddling his body, with a firm armbar locked in, is the AWF Champion. Turning his lower body to the same angle as his torso, the challenger reaches up with his free arm, grabs the elbow of Vin Ghostal, and at the same time sweeps his legs backwards, knocking out his foe’s ankle.
JFA: “And a great leverage counter by TC! Modified armdrag just sending his opponent across the ring. Kick-up now… into the ropes, clothesline attempt… oh, but Ghostal counters with an inverted atomic drop…”
JHA: “That’ll slow you down…”
JFA: “And now Ghostal back to the arm… wristlock, wrings the arm again… TC not leaving his feet though… oh! Modified standing enziguri! He just took his head right off!”
JHA: “New champion! Gotta be!”
JFA: “Lateral press… one… two… oh, shoulder comes up. So close. Ghostal climbing back to his feet now… TC to the ropes, spinning heel kick takes the Champion down… and a rolling thunder! One! Two!!”
JHA: “Kick out! Ghostal’s not gonna let himself get pinned that easily… there’s a lot more fight left in him.”
JFA: “And we all know you’re right. ThunderCracker hauling him up now… Gutwrench suplex takes him back to the mat. Stepping through the ropes now… onto the apron…”
Grabbing the top rope, TC84 catapults himself onto the strand, before leaping off and dropping an elbow across his prone opponent’s chest area.
JFA: “Whoa… springboard elbow-drop onto the champion… heck of a move!”
JHA: “That’s called the Chicago Blackhawk! I know because I taught him how to do it!”
JFA: “You did not. Hook of the leg… one… two… kick out by Vin Ghostal.”
Pulling the Champion up, TC hooks in a front-facelock. But before he can go any further, Ghostal spins him around and drives him backwards into the turnbuckle pads.
JFA: “Ghostal trying to reassert himself, here. Shoulderblock in the corner… and a knife-edge chop. Irish whip to the far side… reversal… and a handspring elbow by TC84!”
JHA: “Looks to be trouble for Vin Ghostal!”
JFA: “A lot of it perhaps… TC backing off again, now… runs in, monkey-flip perhaps… oh, and Ghostal just kept hold of the top rope, before throwing TC84 down hard onto the mat.”
JHA: “Looks like my favourite CWO leader hit the back of his head hard…”
JFA: “Very. Ghostal coming forward now… grabs the legs… what are we going to see here? Sets it up… slingshot straight into the turbuckle. And ThunderCracker84 just driven facefirst into the turnbuckle pad.”
JHA: “Is this what you were saying earlier about dictating the pace? He can’t do any of that high-flying stuff if he’s flat on his back with a concussion!”
Dragging his opponent out toward the center of the ring, the AWF Champion clambers onto the second turnbuckle, then leaps off, driving an elbow solidly into the clavicle area.
JFA: “Elbow by Ghostal. Nonchalant cover… one… two… shoulder comes up almost instinctively from TC84. ThunderCracker84 going through a good spell lately… he reached the tournament final at Meltdown… was in the Six Pack Challenge at Deep Freeze… now he’s got another chance to win the gold here tonight.”
JHA: “But he can’t do it if he’s flat on his back!”
JFA: “Vin Ghostal pulling TC back up to his feet now… front facelock… hooks the arm over… and a good snap suplex by the champion. Makes the cover. One. Two. Again the shoulder comes up.”
Remaining calm and collected, Ghostal hauls up his challenger, and locks in an abdominal stretch.
JHA: “This’ll hurt in the morning…”
JFA: “Vin Ghostal wrenching away on TC84’s lower body… this pulls on the ribs and the lower torso, as well as putting quite a bit of pressure on the head and neck area.”
Several minutes pass with the hold locked in.
JFA: “And the referee asking TC if he want’s to submit. The challenger showing a lot of heart, here… no quit in him it seems. Vin Ghostal really leaning back on it.”
JHA: “There’s a fine line between being brave and being stupid. He should either find a way out of that or give up before he gets hurt…”
JFA: “I don’t think his mind works like that… fighting for all he’s worth now… and… and… he reversed it! TC84 reaching all the way behind and managing to get under to reverse the stretch into one of his own! Leaning back himself now… oh, and Vin Ghostal just hip-tossing his way out of it. I must say that I’m impressed by ThunderCracker84.”
JHA: “Told you he had talent.”
JFA: “You also told me he should have given up there and then.”
JHA: “Your point being?”
JFA: “Ghostal pulling TC up now… Irish whip to the buckle. Follows in with the shoulderblock… no! TC leaping over the top rope onto the apron in the nick of time… nobody there, and Ghostal’s shoulder goes straight through to the ringpost!”
JHA: “Good awareness by the Natural Born Thriller, ThunderCracker84. Up top now… victory roll!”
JFA: “Victory roll by TC84! One! Two! Ooooh, so close…”
Both men scramble to their feet, but before Ghostal can move in again, he’s hit by a solid dropkick.
JFA: “Quick feet by TC! Hits the ropes… legdrop! Hooks the leg… one… two… th- no! Kick out by Vin Ghostal. Ever so close.”
JHA: “I can’t take much more of this…”
JFA: “Feel free to leave… TC84 now… scoop slam into the corner. Split-legged moonsault? No, Ghostal moved, but TC landed on his feet… Ghostal up and around… Single-arm DDT! ThunderCracker84 with the cover now… he must have it… one… two…”
JHA: “Foot on the rope! Foot on the bottom rope!”
JFA: “ThunderCracker84 cannot believe it! He thought he had it all sewn up! Back to their feet now… TC whips Ghostal to the ropes… leapfrog by the challenger… back bodydrop, telegraphed it… Ghostal floats behind, waistlock and… oh my GOD!”
JHA: “I think the momentum just shifted…”
JFA: “Release German suplex by Vin Ghostal… and ThunderCracker84 is just folded up like an accordian!”
JHA: “That’s all she wrote… stick a fork in him. He’s DONE.”
Pausing for breath, Vin Ghostal looks down at his battered opponent, contemplating his next move. A smirk covers his face as he leans over the top rope and mouths something to the commentary team.
JFA: “What did he say?”
JHA: “I think he just said ‘this is called the Cutting Edge’”
JFA: “Ghostal… picking up ThunderCracker now… suplex, perhaps? Vertical… delayed… oh my good god almighty!!”
JHA: “The fat lady has sung!!”
JFA: “Vertical suplex… fallen forward into a powerbomb… cradles him… one… two…”
JHA: “Holy!!!”
JFA: “Kick out by TC84!! This kid has so much heart!!”
JHA: “Ghostal can’t believe it!”
JFA: “Vin Ghostal in a state of shock… grabbing TC by the neck now… drags him up… Cobra Clutch!!”
JHA: “Oh, this has got to be it… he’s put away so many guys with this move…”
JFA: “The modified version of a sleeper… putting pressure on the neck and arm that he was working on earlier… this could well be the end… no… TC fighting… and somehow staggers to the ropes. Ghostal not releasing it though… the referee screaming at him…”
JHA: “It’s those extra seconds that make all the difference…”
JFA: “Finally Ghostal releases the hold… and the referee really admonishing him here…”
JHA: “Like he cares. He’s Vin Ghostal, dammit!”
Grabbing TC84 by the scruff of the neck, Ghostal bends him double, and positions him for the Whirlwind.
JHA: “Now it’s over…”
JFA: “Whirlwind attempt by Ghostal… hauls him up onto the shoulder… arms crucifixed… no… no… TC shaking free… he’s fighting it… Sunset flip!! TC84 fighting out of the Whirlwind into a sunset flip! One! Two! Oh, kick out by Ghostal!!”
JHA: “And Vin Ghostal is furious!!”
JFA: “The AWF Champion now… back up to his feet. Rushes for a clothesline… Drop toe-hold by ThunderCracker84! Floats across… into a half-crab! Single leg Boston Crab by TC84… really wrenching on that knee… but Ghostal reaches the bottom rope…”
JHA: “Where’s TC84 suddenly gotten this energy from?!”
JFA: “I don’t know… both men back to their feet now… TC with a kick to the gut… and one to the ribs… whips Ghostal to the ropes… spinning heel kick.”
Leaping onto the middle of the second rope, TC springboards off, rotating in mid air to drop a leg across the chest and neck of the Champion.
JHA: “That’ll do it! One! Two!”
JFA: “Kick out by Ghostal… he’s more in shock than worn down! He thought TC was finished!”
JHA: “So did I! And I’m never wrong!”
JFA: “Both men up again… TC84 looking to whip Ghostal into the ropes… reversal… Clothesline by Ghostal… ducked, TC stops behind… Ghostal turns around…”
JHA: “LIFETIME ENLIGHTENMENT!! He got it!!”
JFA: “Lifetime Enlightenment by ThunderCracker84… Vin Ghostal is out cold, maybe! TC not covering… heading for the corner… leaps onto the top turnbuckle…”
JHA: “This is it! We’ve got a new champion!!”
JFA: “Five star… FROG SPLASH!! That’s got to be it!”
Winded by his own move, TC84 rolls onto his back, clutching his abdomen in pain, before ever so slowly crawling across and grabbing Vin Ghostal’s leg to make the cover.
JHA: “It’s over! One!”
JFA: “Two!”
JHA: “WHAT?!!”
JFA: “I don’t believe it… TC84 doesn’t believe it… the crowd don’t believe it… Ghostal kicked out!”
JHA: “This is insane… Ghostal is back to his feet!”
JFA: “Both men refusing to give up… and who can blame them with the AWF Championship at stake?!”
JHA: “TC going back to the corner…”
Glancing over his shoulder, ThunderCracker84 clambers up the inside of the turnbuckles, till he stands on the top pad. Taking a deep breath, he leaps backwards, flipping over 180 degrees to catch his opponent with a bodypress.
JFA: “Moonsault by TC… Caught!! Caught by Ghostal… and a shoulderbreaker! Right onto that injured arm. Ghostal stopping for breath, now… and stomps away on the shoulder. Trying to slow the pace…”
JHA: “He can’t hit another frog splash if he can’t stand… though how Ghostal survived one is beyond me…”
JFA: “Vin Ghostal hauling TC84 up again, now… scoops him up… and a reverse fallaway slam. Not making a cover though… picks him up again… side Russian legsweep! Still no cover…”
JHA: “He’s sending a message… loud and clear…”
JFA: “Who to?!”
JHA: “Everybody.”
JFA: “Ghostal just toying with his opponent, now… drags him up once more… what’s now? Small package! Small package by TC84!! One! Two! Oh, Ghostal somehow powers out!”
JHA: “Whoa…”
JFA: “Ghostal perhaps underestimating TC84… it wouldn’t be the first time that our reigning Champion has let his ego get the better of him…”
Clambering back to his feet, Ghostal is stunned to see that ThunderCracker84 is up again as well, eyes bulging, chest moving heavily with each breath.
JHA: “Whoa…”
JFA: “And TC84 has gotta be running on pure adrenaline right now… Ghostal doesn’t look to sure about himself anymore…”
Stepping forward, Vin Ghostal swings a right hand, but TC84 blocks it before landing one of his own.
JFA: “Stiff right hand by TC84… and another… Ghostal reeling… Ghostal swings, ducked by the challenger… atomic drop! Ghostal to the ropes… TC whipping him out… catches him on the rebound… sleeperhold… bottom drops out! One! Two!”
JHA: “Oh, so close…”
JFA: “Back up now… TC84 a house of fire… whips Ghostal to the buckle… shoulderblock… and another… roundhouse kick! Backs off… running monkeyflip back to the center of the ring! And Ghostal is on the rocks… he can feel the title slipping away!”
JHA: “So can I! He may never be able to afford GPA protection ever again!”
JFA: “Ghostal sent back to the corner now… TC climbing up… throws a punch firmly into the forehead. Another… three… four… five… six… Ghostal fighting back now… waistlock… inverted atomic? No… blocked by TC84… and a knife-edge chop by the challenger!”
Setting the wobbling Champion up in the center of the ring, TC stands poised behind him, waiting for the turnaround.
JHA: “Setting it up again… the belt is going back to the CWO! I can feel it!!”
JFA: “Ghostal turns… Lifetime Enlightenment! No!! Ghostal dodged it… somehow… I don’t know how! Grabs the legs, floats over, double-leg cradle! One! Two!”
JHA: “Dammit, so close!”
JFA: “Just clarify which of these two you actually placed a bet on…”
JHA: “With which bookmaker?”
JFA: “Thank you… Ghostal back in control now, temporarily, at least… Hauls his opponent up… looking for a suplex… no, TC floats over and behind… Reverse DDT!!”
JHA: “That’s it! One! Two!!”
JFA: “Oh, somehow the shoulder comes up from Ghostal…”
Springing back to his feet, TC84 quickly pulls the Champion up and whips him into the ropes, before hitting the opposite side himself.
JFA: “TC84 setting this up… lariat! Good strong clothesline by the challenger. Lateral press. One. Two. Oh, kick out.”
JHA: “Back up again… signalling for it a second time?”
JFA: “Yes… ThunderCracker84 looking to hit it again, perhaps have better luck… sends Ghostal to the ropes… Clothesline, no – ducked by Ghostal, caught TC with a half-nelson by the looks of it… into a full… what? Suplex?”
JHA: “Dragon suplex by Vin Ghostal!! And a bridge! One! Two!”
JFA: “Three! I don’t believe it… he got him!”
JHA: “Vin Ghostal retains!!”
Releasing the hold, Ghostal rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope and grabs his Championship belt. Lifting it into the air, he points at it whilst smirking at the beaten T.C., sat stunned on the canvas.
JFA: “Ghostal wins the match, yes, but I don’t think it’s over between these two, not by a longshot. One of the best matches of the year ends with Vin retaining the championship, but T.C. was THIS close...he was THAT close to becoming AWF Champion.”
JHA: “Damn bookie fees...”
JFA: "Ladies and gentlemen, just before we get the Royal Rumble underway, the wonderful video production team of the AWF put together a special package with various superstars giving their thoughts and views on the Royal Rumble. Roll the video."
VO: "Forty superstars put their bodies on the line for a shot at the ultimate prize, thirty-nine leave with the bitter taste of defeat, one man left standing gains access to the main event of the gran-daddy of them all, AWF ArchiveMania. It's the Royal Rumble, and everyone is on the Edge Of Survival!"
Claypool: "What a perfect way to regain what was wrongfully taken from me, after planning revenge the past few months, my opportunity has finally come! It's not a question of 'If I can do it?' it's 'How long will it take me?' ArchiveMania, I'm coming home."
Mr. Reilly: "I'm going to kill that scum who calls himself the commissioner for this, what? I'm on air? I hate you G91!"
Computron: Since Compufire's return, we are yet to be defeated, and that's going to continue here tonight. Tell 'em Jets.
Jetfire: "We both know it's everyman for himself, but we're going to be the last two standing and then one of us will be going to ArchiveMania to claim the gold."
Adolf: "This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, a chance to have it all, tonight I'm going to prove I can hang with the best of them, I will win the Royal Rumble."
God Jinrai: "You know what rocks? The Commissioner put that scum Reilly in the rumble, so not only do I get to kick his ass but I get to go to ArchiveMania as well."
RCOSD: "Listen up and listen good assholes, they don't call me "The One Man Army" for nothing. I'm walking in with nothing and walking out with my shot which I so rightfully deserve.
Mirage: "The Big Ragebowski at ArchiveMania? Simply ravishing!"
UPF: "Finally, I can restore credibility to the title that has been ever so tarnished."
Starscreamer: "It's about time someone with style and good taste held the AWF Heavyweight championship. You go girlfriend!"
Ravage: "By the time it's all said and done, the AWF is going to have the worst hangover ever in the morning."
Plasmodium: "A shot at the title? I think it's about time I showed everyone why I'm contagious."
Sixswitch: "At last the Welsh Wonder gets his big break, it's going to be a good night for the Double S."
Deathscream: "My chance to prove I haven't been broke has finally come, vengeance will be mine."
Wolfang: "Victory is so close I can almost taste it. I'll see you all at ArchiveMania."
CloudStrifer: "You can bet your life on ODIN that I'm going to win the Royal Rumble."
OP2005: "After being held down for so long, I can finally show everyone why in time, they'll be calling me champ."
Turbo Charger: "After I win the rumble, I'm taking the gold back home to the University of Maine."
Bombshell: "I guess we all go a little crazy sometimes, and that's why tonight the Mad Bomber is going to be the last man standing."
Brawn: "Oh the Royal Rumble's coming up isn't it? No sweat, I'll win easily."
Cyberstrike: "I don't lose, I conquer, and that's exactly what's going to happen tonight."
D-Extreme: "There's no way thirty-nine other people are going to even try stopping me now, I'm going all the way baby."
Lord Zarak: "Thirty-nine other people will feel my sting, as I stand alone at the end of it all."
The Lock: "The Lock was the first IC champ, and now to have it all, there's just one more rock to climb, If Ya Smell What The Lock Is Cookin'."
Scout: "Oh you didn't know? Your ass better call somebody!"
HBK: "What's an ArchiveMania without the HeartBrend Kid? It's un-imaginable, lucky for all of you, it's a sure bet that I'll be there and if you aren't down with that, then you can do just two things. Nothing. And like it."
Stone Cold Skywarp: "Royal Rumble 2003, Stone Cold is walkin' in and when he gets there, there ain't gon be a sum bitch that's gonna get in my way, or else Stone Cold'll kick them in the guts, put his arm around their head, put some stink on it, BAM Skywarp Stunner, and then do it to the next person and then the next one after that, stunner after stunner until Stone Cold Skywarp is going to ArchiveMania."
*Fade to black*
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The Royal Rumble. That is all.
The Royal Rumble
RA: “Ladies and gentlemen....it is time for THE ROYAL RUMBLE!!!!! Here are the rules. Forty AWF superstars randomly drew numbers earlier today. Two participants will begin the match, and one participant will enter the ring every sixty seconds thereafter. A participant is eliminated when he is thrown over the top rope and both his feet touch the arena floor. The last man remaining in the ring after all participants have entered will go on to face
the AWF Heavyweight Champion at ArchiveMania II!!!!”
JFA: “Technically, it may not be a 'he,' J. We have one woman in this match!”
JHA: “Thank God it's not Sixy. I wouldn't want her to be in such danger.”
JFA: “It's a good thing she has you looking after her.”
JHA: “I don’t appreciate your sarcasm...”
RA: “Here is the man who drew #1....”
Led Zeppelin's "The Immigrant Song" begins to blast, and Divebomb comes through the curtain, looking absolutely furious! The fans boo incessantly as the orange-and-black-clad GPA star strorms down to the ring, his brow knit in determination.
JFA: And Divebomb has to be the unluckiest man in the world right now...last year's Royal Rumble winner, Insecticon Outsider leader Shrapnel, didn't come into the match until the 80's! It would take a superhuman effort on the part of Divebomb to make it all the way!
JHA: You shut your mouth, J. Don't ever count the GPA out.
RA: And here is the man who drew #2....
The arena is filled with the sounds of "Papercut" and Strafe bursts through the curtains to the applause of the crowd! Staring into the ring at his GPA rival, the Pulp Faction man slides through the ring, avoids a clothesline, and nails Divebomb with a running kneelift to start the match as the bell is
rung and the AWF’s biggest attraction of the year is underway! Tossing
Divebomb into the corner, Strafe opens up with a series of chops, then whips
him across to the other side, scoring with a big clothesline as Divebomb
comes off the turnbuckles. Strafe hits a bodyslam, but when he hits the ropes
and tries to drop the knee onto the forehead, Divebomb moves out of the way,
then scores with a big elbowdrop. Heaving Strafe into the ropes, Divebomb
scores with a boot to the face, then picks Strafe up and flattens him with a
big chokeslam! Strafe stumbles to his feet, but just as he does so, Divebomb
heaves him into the air and scores with The End (a modified cross of the DVD
and the Stunner)!!!
As Strafe lays flat on the mat and Divebomb moves to get him out, the horn
sounds for #3...and Scout blasts into view! The AWF's only in-ring
female superstar storms the ring and slides inside, avoids a Divebomb
clothesline, and nails him with a spinning heel kick! Divebomb bounces back
up, but Scout leaps onto his shoulders and scores with a hurricanrana!
Leaping onto the top rope, Scout tries to catch Divebomb with a flying
cross-bodyblock, but the move turns out to be ill advised as Divebomb catches
her in midair and slams her to the mat. Grabbing Scout by the hair, Divebomb
drags her to her feet and begins mouthing off in her face. As he does so, the
horn goes off again...and Cyberstrike enters the match at #4! He sprints down
to the ring, thinks about leveling Divebomb, but then sees Strafe sneaking up
on the NWA man and levels Strafe with a big clothesline. As Cyberstrike pins
Strafe in the corner and chokes him over the second rope, Divebomb continues
to deal a verbal thrashing to Scout. As he does so, Scout rears back and
spits in his face, then suddenly nails him with a low blow! Divebomb falls to
a knee but holds onto Scout's hair. Getting back to his feet, Divebomb rears
back and slaps Scout squarely across the face, then spits on the woman's
fallen frame!
As Scout crumples to the mat, Windcharger explodes through the curtains in a
fury, sprinting down to the ring to stop the heinous assault. Unfortunately
for him, it was not his turn to enter the match, and thus the referees stop
him just short of the apron. Reaching over the four or five referees holding
him back, Windcharger screams at the top of his lungs at Divebomb, who steps
to the ropes and spits down at Windcharger, infuriating the fans close enough
to the action to see the GPA man's unsightly deeds. Just as Divebomb turns
around, however, Scout comes flying out of nowhere with a spinning heel kick,
and Divebomb goes over the top rope and down to the floor, out of the
match!!! As Divebomb stumbles to his feet and tries to climb back into the
ring, Windcharger pushes through the crowd of referees and pulled Divebomb
off the apron, then begins nailing him with right hands!!! As the crowd
explodes at Scout's efforts, Divebomb and Windcharger begin trading lefts and
rights as they fight up the aisle!
As Windcharger bounces Divebomb's head off the security railing in the aisle,
the horn sounds again and “The Mad Bomber” Bombshell comes through the curtains
at #5!!! The former Intercontinental Champion looks furious as he slides into
the ring, throws Strafe aside, and begins nailing Cyberstrike with lefts and rights! Grabbing Cyberstrike by the hair, Bombshell runs Cyberstrike into the turnbuckle, then nails him with a sidewalk slam as he stumbles out. Meanwhile, Strafe steps away and pushes Scout into a corner, then opens up with a big chop across the chest.
Scout tries to get out of the corner, but Strafe grabs her by the
shoulder and heaves her back into the corner, then bends over and drives his
shoulder into Scout's midsection, taking the starch right out of the Royal
Rumble's only female participant.
Just then, the horn sounds again...and Lord Zarak blasts through the curtain
at #6! Sprinting down the aisle, Zarak slides into the ring and levels
Cyberstrike with a big clothesline, then picks him up, carries him to the
corner, and scores with a huge powerslam! Bombshell rushes across the ring to intercept the fresh man, but Scout and Zarak lock hands and flatten The
Bomber with a double clothesline! Zarak and Scout slap hands in a sign of
teamwork, but as Scout goes to work over Bombshell, Zarak suddenly grabs
Scout by the hair and heaves her over the ropes, eliminating her! Bombshell
gets to a knee and buries a fist in Zarak's midsection, but the two-time
European Champion drives a thumb into Bombshell's eye, slowing him down.
Stumbling out of the corner, Strafe pushes Cyberstrike into a corner and
nails him with several big chops.
The horn goes off again, and The Mat Man Nmathew comes in at #7 to a
tremendous reaction from the crowd! Mat slowly makes his way down to the
ring, then stands on the outside, watching the action. As Zarak brings
Bombshell to his feet, Mat suddenly leaps onto the apron, jumps onto the top
rope, and flies across the ring, leveling both men with a double-dropkick!
Mat leaps to his feet and rushes across the ring to help his Pulp Faction
teammate Strafe by holding Cyberstrike's arms, allowing Strafe to open up
with a few stern right hands! As Mat rears back, however, Cyberstrike nails
Strafe with an elbow to the forehead, then slips out of the way as Mat
accidentally nails Strafe square in the face with a superkick! Turning around
quickly, Mat ducks a clothesline attempt by Bombshell, but when he goes for a
hurricanrana, Bombshell catches him in midair and slams him headfirst into
the mat!
As the 60 seconds expire, the curtain parts….and Computron bursts through at
#8!!! Sprinting down to the ring, Computron grabs Cyberstrike by the hair and
slams him into the corner, then drives his fist into Cyberstrike’s forehead
ten straight times! Already exhausted from his earlier Tag Team Championship match, Cyberstrike staggers out of the corner, and Computron
picks him up and nails him with a modified version of the Rock Bottom! As
Cyberstrike staggers back to his feet, Computron rushes forward and nails him
with a clothesline, knocking him over the ropes! However, Cyberstrike grabs
onto the bottom rope and holds on for dear life, and when Computron tries to
push Cyberstrike out of the match, Bombshell rushes over and nails Computron
from behind. Across the ring, Strafe tosses Zarak into the ropes, drives a
boot into the midsection, and scores with his big double-poke to the eyes!
Zarak staggers back in pain, and Mat mounts the ropes and nails the European
Champion with a missile dropkick!
JFA: Mat making a huge impact here! Another big move on the European Champion!
JHA: Doesn’t mean squat, since he still hasn’t eliminated anyone.
The horn sounds again, and CloudStrifer emerges at #9. Sliding inside, the
towering young star grabs Mat as he gets to his feet and scores with a huge
bodyslam. Dropping a big elbow, Strifer hovers over Mat and begins choking
him out. Strafe sneaks up from behind and nails CloudStrifer with a low blow,
but the dark man is only momentarily phased before he turns around, grabs
Strafe around the throat, and nails him with a chokeslam! Seeing the biggest
man in the match beginning to take control, Computron and Zarak rush
forward and nail Cloud with a double-clothesline, and while Computron holds
CloudStrifer to the mat, Zarak goes to the second turnbuckle on the
inside and drops a big elbowdrop, taking all the starch out of the former
Reaper. Meanwhile, Bombshell continues to grapple with Cyberstrike in a corner,
with neither man gaining a substantial advantage.
The horn sounds, and Starscreamer enters the match at #10! Coming through the
curtains, Starscreamer turns around and points up at his new entrance
graphics on the big screen, which consist of a few shots of him amidst a sea
of action shots of his hero, Plasmodium. Finally turning back to the ring,
Starscreamer steps up onto the apron and salutes the crowd, only to get
grabbed by the hair and dragged inside by Strafe. The former Hardcore
Champion heaves Starscreamer into the ropes and nails him with a dropkick,
but when he heaves him into the ropes again, Starscreamer ducks a clothesline
and scores with a flying forearm! Starscreamer bounces up and tries to muscle
Strafe over the top rope, but Mat interferes and pulls his Pulp Faction
teammate back inside. Meanwhile, Cyberstrike and Bombshell continue to battle in the corner until CloudStrifer suddenly comes along and grabs the two men, bashing their heads together.
Currently in the ring: Strafe (2), Cyberstrike (4), Bombshell (5), Lord
Zarak (6), Mat Man (7), Computron (8), CloudStrifer (9), Starscreamer (10)
As the time expires, the curtains part and The King, one half of the AWF Tag
Team Champions, comes through the curtains at #11! King sprints down to the
ring, leaps over the top rope, and walks right to the center of the ring,
where Computron stands alone. The two fan favorites and tag team legends get
in each other’s faces, mouthing off to one another much to the crowd’s
delight. The legendary confrontation is unceremoniously interrupted, however,
when Cyberstrike and the Bomber try to get the drop on them. Both men turn
and block the sneak attack, however. Computron avoids a Bombshell clothesline
and nails him with a clothesline of his own. Meanwhile, King catches
Cyberstrike as he rushes forward, picks him up on his shoulder, and scores
with a big powerslam! At the same moment, King and Computron both rush
forward at their respective adversaries and score with clotheslines on the
ropes, and just like that, Cyberstrike and Bombshell are out of the Rumble!
Immediately, the two men return to the center of the ring and continue their
stare-down. Meanwhile, CloudStrifer and Starscreamer grapple in a corner, and
Mat battles Zarak while Strafe lies on the mat, trying to catch his breath.
JFA: What a moment here between King and Computron! You have to wonder what
will happen when their respective teams collide!
JHA: If Lock and King cheat half as much as they did earlier, CompuFire
doesn’t have a chance!
JFA: You have to be kidding me.
The horn sounds once again, and UPF bursts through the curtains at #12! On
his way down to the ring, UPF stops in his tracks as he runs into Bombshell
and Cyberstrike on their way back to the locker room. UPF has a momentary
staredown with the pair and they exchange threats, but no punches are
exchanged. That is, until UPF continues on his way down to the ring and
Cyberstrike rips off his cWo t-shirt, then jumps the American hero and wraps the cWo shirt around his throat! Cyberstrike chokes the life out of UPF, bringing him down to the aisle floor with the black t-shirt wrapped around his throat. The referees continue to try to break up the assault until Cyberstrike releases the hold and continues up the aisle, the crowd furiously throwing trash at him the whole way. UPF slowly gets to his knees as the clock winds down. Battles continue all over the ring as the time expires again….
JFA: UPF, trying to get to his feet.
JHA: Ahhhhh!!!!
JFA: Mr. Reilly! It’s Mr. Reilly! So much for your prediction, J!
JHA: The fix is in! This is the Commissioner’s doing! This stinks!
Entering at lucky #13, Mr. Reilly comes through the curtain in black jeans and his very own cWo t-shirt, and as he makes his way to ringside, he finds UPF in the aisleway and slams UPF’s head into the security barrier. Unleashing his rage, Reilly grabs UPF by the hair and drags him to ringside, then slams him head-first into the steel ring steps. Taking revenge for the timeless feud between UPF and the cWo, Reilly picks up the American hero again and slams him once again face-first into the steel steps. UPF stays down this time as Reilly steps onto the apron and slowly makes his way into the ring. Inside, Computron and King finally begin exchanging blows, and when King heaves Computron into the ropes, he scores with a knee to the midsection, followed by a Russian legsweep in the center of the ring. As Computron struggles on the mat, King locks the legs and turns him over into the Lock & Load, but Computron reaches back and pulls King’s legs out from under him, then locks in a Sharpshooter of his own! Computron can only hold
the move for a moment, however, before Mr. Reilly rushes forward and nails
Computron with a big clothesline!
As the battle in the ring rages on, the buzzer sounds again…and Stone Cold
Skywarp explodes through the curtains at #14!!! Skywarp comes through the
curtains to a tremendous crowd reaction, and as he steps through the ropes,
Strafe lowers the boom on him with a big right hand. Strafe heaves Skywarp
into the ropes, then nails him with the double-poke to the eyes! As Strafe
turns his attention to Lord Zarak, however, Skywarp bounces right up off the
mat, boots Strafe in the midsection, and scores with a thunderous Stunner!
Skywarp bounces back up and grabs Strafe by the hair, heaving him over the
ropes and out! Mat tries to lower the boom on Skywarp, but Skywarp blocks a
double-axehandle, boots Mat in the midsection, and nails HIM with a Stunner!
Skywarp grabs Mat and heaves him over the top rope, and when Mat grabs the
rope and pulls himself back onto the apron, Skywarp turns around and nails
him with a right hand, knocking him off the apron and out! After sustaining
the Pulp Faction attack, Skywarp immediately turns his attention to Mr.
Reilly, who slides to the outside to avoid the assault. Skywarp follows him
outside and chases him around the ring, and Reilly runs over to the
timekeeper’s table and picks up a steel chair, then waves it threateningly at
Skywarp. However, UPF, who had still been recovering on the outside from the
cWo’s assault, sneaks around the ring and steals the chair from Reilly, who
turns around in shock to see UPF’s smiling face! UPF shoves Reilly backwards,
and the former commissioner turns around right into the waiting arms of
Skywarp, who scores with a Stunner on the floor! As Skywarp gets back to his
feet, however, UPF sacrifices his principles for a second and nails the Stone
Cold one in the forehead with the steel chair!
JFA: Wham! WHAM!!! What an uncharacteristically vicious chair shot by UPF!
JHA: Where are the referees when you need ‘em?!
JFA: Where were they when the cWo was on the attack earlier?
JHA: Tending to these unruly fans, no doubt.
The horn sounds once again, and Ravage enters the match at #15! Strolling
down to the ring, Ravage slowly climbs inside, then nails Zarak with a
clothesline as he goes by. Meanwhile, Computron heaves King into the ropes
and locks him into a sleeperhold. After a moment, King drops to the mat and
drives the top of his head into Computron’s chin, stunning the former tag
team champion. Computron stumbles back into the ropes, and King recklessly
heaves himself forward, and the two men get tangled and tumble over the ropes
and down to the floor! Furious, both men bounce to their feet and trade blows
up the aisle, all the way to the back! Meanwhile, UPF rolls back inside as
Skywarp and Reilly both recover on the arena floor. Zarak slowly gets to his
feet after taking that hard shot from Ravage, and as Cloudstrifer tries to
rush him in the corner, Zarak ducks a shoulder and Strifer goes over the
ropes and out! Trying to take advantage of the situation, Ravage rushes
forward and tries to drive a shoulder into Zarak’s midsection, but Zarak
sidesteps the move and Ravage goes right into the steel post and falls
through the ropes to the outside. On the other side of the ring, Skywarp
grabs the fallen Reilly and throws him into the ring, then follows him
inside. Heaving Reilly into the ropes, Skywarp grabs him by the hair as he
comes across and scores with the most thunderous Stunner ever delivered!
JFA: “Stunner! Stunner! Oh, you can kiss it goodbye, J!”
JHA: “No no no no no! UPF, do something! Screamer! Zarak! Anybody!”
Before Skywarp can dump Reilly out of the match, UPF grabs Skywarp by the
tights, heaving him over the top rope! A man on a mission, UPF rushes across
and grabs Zarak and Starscreamer as they grapple, dumping both men over the
top and out! Thinking that the ring has been cleared, UPF raises his hands in
victory, only to find that Skywarp has slid back under the bottom rope and
back into the match! UPF lunges forward and pokes Skywarp in the eye, then
picks Skywarp up and hits him with a huge Olympic Slam!
JHA: “Whoooooo! Finally, some justice! Thank you, UPF, thank you.”
JFA: “Two minutes ago…”
JHA: “Ancient history!”
Just then, the buzzer sounds again, and Deathscream enters the ring at #16.
Taking advantage of the injury to his rival Ravage, Deathscream sprints down
to ringside, rushes around to Ravage, and rams him face-first into the steel
ring steps! Blood begins to pour from Ravage’s forehead as he crumples to the
arena floor and referees surround the two, insisting that Deathscream take
the action to the ring. As officials mob the pair, Mr. Reilly slides off the
apron on the opposite side of the ring and slips under the ring unbeknownst
to the officials. Inside, UPF picks Skywarp up and tries to force him over
the ropes after that brutal Olympic Slam, but Skywarp grabs onto the ropes
and refuses to go so easily. Meanwhile, Deathscream picks Ravage up and
places him on the apron, then rolls inside. Placing Ravage in the corner,
Deathscream moves to the opposite corner, then rushes across and drives his
knee right into Ravage’s bleeding face! Deathscream pulls Ravage to his feet,
then tosses him into the ropes and scores with a big flying clothesline!
The horn sounds for entry #17, and Sixswitch blasts through the curtains with
a fury! Stopping for just a moment to salute the crowd, Sixswitch slides into
the squared circle and immediately nails Deathscream with a big forearm to
the head, then pushes him into the corner and opens up with several big
chops. It’s not long, however, before Deathscream pokes Sixswitch in the eye,
then reverses the tide and nails Sixswitch with a few big chops of his own.
With Ravage down and Skywarp and UPF tied up with each other, Deathscream
sees a rare opportunity to do some serious damage. He hoists Sixswitch up
onto the top rope, and before anyone can stop him, Deathscream executes a
picture-perfect superplex!!! The move takes the starch out of both men,
however, giving Ravage the opportunity to stumble forward and hit Deathscream
with a running legdrop. Meanwhile, UPF and Skywarp continue to try to heave
one another over the ropes, with neither man gaining a clear advantage.
The buzzer sounds once again, and The Big Ragebowski enters the contest at
#18!!! Surrounded by a pair of Ragebowskettes, Mirage leaves his ladies on
the ramp and slowly makes his way down to ringside, removing his robe and
other attire one piece at a time. Finally stripped down to his tights and
boots, the Intercontinental Champion steps up onto the apron and flexes for
the crowd, but he doesn’t notice that Ravage has just slung Deathscream into
the ropes, and Deathscream rams right into Mirage and heaves him all the way
off the apron and headfirst onto the steel ramp!!!
JFA: “Ravage just unloading here on the Intercontinental Champion!”
JHA: “Aww, he’s just bitter that he couldn’t beat The Big Ragebowski when he
had the chance!”
JFA: “And here come Mirage’s ladies to the rescue…even what they have to
offer might be too little, too late.”
The concerned Ragebowskettes rush down the aisle to attend to their fallen
beau, but their chance to play nurse is cut short when Ravage slides to the
outside, grabs his former cWo teammate by his beautiful hair, and rams him
right into the ring apron! Before Mirage can fight back, Ravage hoists him
into the air, gets running up the rampway, and nails Mirage with a powerslam
on the unforgiving solid steel!!! Admonished by the referees, Ravage brings
the wounded Ragebowski back to his feet, then drags him down the rampway and
deposits him in the ring. As Ravage pulls Mirage to a corner and starts
putting the boots to the ladies’ man, Sixswitch strolls over to UPF and
Skywarp and bashes their heads together. As Skywarp falls to a knee,
Sixswitch pulls UPF into a corner, then whips him across. As UPF stumbles out
of the opposite corner, Sixswitch lunges forward and scores with a big
hurricanrana! Sixswitch then tries to dump UPF out of the match, but the
American hero will have none of it.
JFA: “Sixswitch unloading with the offense here…you have to think that he’s
one of the favorites to win the whole shebang.”
JHA: “Sixswitch? A favorite? He wasn’t even on my top 20 depth chart!”
The horn sounds once again, and the chants of ‘Pulp Faction’ begin as
Windcharger blasts into view at #19 to an explosion from the crowd! Waving a
huge flag featuring a picture of David Bowie and sporting tights with a group
shot of the cast of “Empty Nest” on his ass, Windcharger appeals to his
dozens and dozens of fans by blowing a kiss up at Bowie. Laying his flag on
the apron, Windcharger leaps inside and goes straight for Mirage, who is
still recovering in the corner from several big lefts and rights by Ravage.
Windcharger pins Mirage in the corner, reaches into his Subspace Pants, and
pulls out some of the material from the outfit John Travolta wore in
“Stayin’ Alive”. He uses the material to tie Mirage’s hands to the ropes,
and when the reigning Intercontinental Champion is tied up helplessly,
Windcharger steps back, admires the moment, then rushes forward and drives
his shoulder hard into Mirage’s midsection! The Big Ragebowski grunts in
pain, even moreso when Windy delivers a second, then a third shoulderblock.
As he goes in for the kill, however, Mirage suddenly lifts his leg and nails
Windy with a low blow! Taking advantage of the moment, Mirage is able to
loosen his arms and free himself from the ropes. He grabs Windy and chokes
him over the second rope, then uses the John Travolta gear to tie HIM in place
draped over the second rope. As Mirage runs the ropes and looks for a big
avalanche, however, Windy uses his free hand to reach into his Subspace Pants
once again and remove one of those Magic Holes from “Who Framed Roger
Rabbit?” and drive the hole through the binds, freeing himself just before
Mirage comes flying in! Windy ducks out of the way, and Mirage crashes down
crotch-first over the second rope! Getting back to his feet, Windy nails
Mirage with a boot to the midsection, followed up by a sit-down powerbomb
that brings the crowd to its feet!
JFA: “Mirage is taking an absolute beating here!”
JHA: “Give the man credit! He’s already been in one match tonight, and he’s
taking on everybody that gets in his way!”
JFA: “That’s true, but Ravage has been though just as much of a fight, and I
think he’s looking better for the wear at the moment.”
JHA: “Just don’t be surprised when The Big Ragebowski runs the table.”
With action all over the ring, the horn goes off again and the highly-touted
rookie Adolf enters the match at the halfway point at #20. Stopping on the
apron to throw up the Nazi salute, Adolf (in traditional tan and black Nazi
military garb) marches down to ringside, removes his military jacket and
shirt, and climbs inside to join the action. He’s not in the ring two
seconds, however, before Stone Cold Skywarp happens upon him, looks up and
down incredulously at his outfit, and unloads with a vicious right hand!
Adolf bounces back up and tries a right of his own, but Skywarp blocks it,
hits another right hand, then rakes Adolf’s eyes! Heaving Adolf into the
ropes, Skywarp angrily levels Adolf with a Lou Thesz press, then rains lefts
and rights down on the rookie’s head! Talking smack like crazy as Adolf gets
to his feet, Skywarp drives a boot into Adolf’s midsection and goes for the
Stunner, but the rookie amazingly blocks the move, lifts Skywarp into the
air, and flattens him with a thunderous side-suplex! Lifting Skywarp back to
his feet, Adolf boots Skywarp in the midsection then delivers a thunderous
piledriver! Meanwhile, Ravage and Sixswitch momentarily join forces to toss
Deathscream into the ropes and score with a big double-clothesline while UPF
kneels in a corner, trying to regain some energy as the man who has been in
the ring longer than anyone.
Currently in the ring: UPF (12), Mr. Reilly (13) Stone Cold Skywarp (14),
Ravage (15), Deathscream (16), Sixswitch (17), Mirage (18), Windcharger (19),
Adolf (20)
The buzzer goes off again and #21 is none other than OP2005! OP takes his
sweet time getting to the ring, then climbs inside grabs UPF by the hair,
hitting him with a big bodyslam. OP drops an elbow, and when UPF tries to get
to his feet, OP slams him back down with a shocking neckbreaker! OP goes to
dump UPF over the top, but Sixswitch swoops in and breaks it up. Getting back
to his feet, Skywarp ducks a right hand from Adolf, then scores with three
successive right hands, then heaves him into the ropes and drives a knee into
Adolf’s midsection. Skywarp gets Adolf back to his feet, but is met with a
double-axehandle to the back of the head by Deathscream before he can do any
damage. Deathscream nails Skywarp with a side-suplex, then pulls him into a
corner and chokes him over the middle rope. Meanwhile, as Windcharger works
over Mirage, Ravage tries to sneak up from behind and dump Windcharger over
the ropes, but Windcharger grabs onto the the bottom rope and holds on for
dear life on the apron until Sixswitch rushes over and nails Ravage with a
double-axehandle, breaking things up. Rekindling the old Outlaws-Mav’ricks
rivalry, Sixswitch heaves Ravage into the ropes, then flattens him with a
spinning heel kick! As Ravage bounces back up, Sixswitch misses a crescent
kick, and Ravage takes Sixswitch’s knees out, drags him over to the ropes,
and wraps him into a Tarantula!
JFA: “What a brutal move by Ravage! We’ve never seen him do that before!”
JHA: “I can’t believe a big guy like that can pull that move off!”
As Sixswitch screams out in pain, the horn sounds once again, and the
curtains part for #22…and Redstreak blasts into view!!! The crowd explodes as
the red-and-white clad superstar strolls coolly down the aisle, taking in the
aduration of the crowd. Those cheers turn to screams of horror, however, as
the curtains part once again and the gold-clad Vin Ghostal comes through the
curtains carrying a golden baseball bat! Before Redstreak is even able to
turn around, Ghostal slams the baseball bat into the back of Redstreak’s
knee, and the crowd groans as Redstreak screams out in pain and collapses to
the steel grating beneath his feet! The AWF Heavyweight Champion smiles the
most evil smile in sports-entertainment as he stands above his rival and
drives the gold-coated bat into the side of the Foundation leader’s knee!!!
JFA: “Dammit! Damn him to hell!!! What in the hell does Vin Ghostal have to
do with the Royal Rumble?!?”
JHA: “Everything! He’s the Heavyweight Champion! He’s got the right to
choose who deserves a shot at the gold!”
JFA: “He does not! No man has a right to do this!”
JHA: “You go down there and try to stop him!”
JFA: “Security! Get security out here! Vin Ghostal should be arrested for
this!”
JHA: “Arrested? He should be honored! This is great!”
JFA: “Ghostal hoisting that gold-covered bat….don’t do it…don’t do
it…WHAM!!! A third shot to the knee!!!”
JHA: “I think that….ahhhh! Run for it, Vinny!”
JFA: “Here come Lock and King to the rescue! But Ghostal’s already outta
here! That coward’s headed out into the crowd, and King’s hot on his tail
while The Lock tends to Red, and I don’t know if Redstreak is going to be
able to compete here tonight!!”
JHA: “Good! Then justice has been served!”
JFA: “This is not justice…the EMT’s out here, hoisting Redstreak onto a
stretcher…this is not right. It’s simply not right.”
As the EMT’s carry Redstreak to the locker room area with The Lock at his
side, the buzzer goes off again and Silly Cow pushes his way through a crowd
of EMT’s, referees and AWF suits and jogs to the ring at #23, earning a
hearty reaction from the crowd after his earlier retention of the European
Championship. Sliding into the ring, “Too Lame” goes right to work on a
fallen OP, who had just taken a hard shot from Windcharger. High-fiving his
Pulp Faction tag team partner, Cow and Windy drag OP to his feet and heave
him into the ropes, nailing him with a double-clothesline. They try to
continue the double-team, but Deathscream swoops in and nails Cow with a
right hand, knocking him into a corner. Meanwhile, OP gets back to his feet
and rakes Windy’s eyes and whips him into the ropes, but Windy grabs the top
rope and holds on. OP rushes forward, but Windy ducks a shoulder and sends OP
over the top ropes and out! Across the ring, Sixswitch and Ravage continue to
battle it out. The towering Ravage sends Sixswitch into the ropes, and
Sixswitch dives forward, going for a cross-bodyblock, but Ravage catches him
in midair. Before Ravage can make him pay for the mistake, however, Mirage
sneaks up out of the woodwork and dropkicks Sixswitch’s back, sending both
men over the top rope and out of the match!!! Mirage raises his hands in
victory at eliminating two top contenders, but his celebration is short-lived
as Skywarp swoops in and levels him with a big right hand!
JFA: “Wow! What action! Sixswitch, Ravage, and OP are all outta here!”
JHA: “Great! Mirage, you genius!”
JFA: “Mirage had better enjoy it while it lasts, because he’s now in
Skywarp’s crosshairs!”
Skywarp pins Mirage in the corner and begins to choke him out until UPF
sneaks up and nails Skywarp with a stunning Edge-Ocution, taking more of the
starch out of the former AWF Heavyweight Champion. Just then, the horn sounds
and Brawn explodes into view at #24. Jogging to ringside, one of the cWo’s
original guns climbs into the squared circle and goes after former cWo member
Deathscream, nailing him with a running forearm to the head. Using his power
advantage, Brawn scores with a big bodyslam, then hits the ropes and drops a
knee right across Deathscream’s throat. Meanwhile, Adolf locks up with UPF in
a corner and chokes him over the top rope, then runs the ropes, slides to the
outside, and punches UPF squarely on the jaw. When Adolf climbs onto the top
rope, however, Mirage stumbles into the ropes and shakes them accidentally,
dropping Adolf groin-first onto the turnbuckles! Seeing an opportunity,
Windcharger rushes in and dropkicks Adolf off the top rope, but the rookie
miraculously grabs the ropes as he falls and pulls himself onto the apron,
holding on for dear life! Windcharger rushes over and tries to shove the
fallen Adolf out of the match, but Mirage grabs Windcharger by the hair and
kicks him in the head, breaking things up.
JFA: “Adolf more than holding his own here…an impressive showing by the
rookie.”
JHA: “You sound like you’re surprised! Adolf has more charisma than the
entire Foundation put together!”
JFA: “I don’t know if charisma is the word, but whatever it is, he’s got
plenty of it.”
The horn sounds once again….and Y3B Blaster_86 blasts into view!!! As the
crowd explodes, Blaster sprints down to the ring, leaps onto the top
turnbuckle, eyes Mirage carefully, and nails him with a huge missile
dropkick! Mirage gets back to his feet, and Blaster nails him with a sidewalk
slam! Clutching to get to the outside, The Big Ragebowski tries to pull
himself to safety, but Y3Blaster grabs him by the tights, drags him back to
the center of the ring, and slaps on the Walls of Blaster! Mirage starts
tapping, but the hold is only applied for a few moments before Skywarp sees
the opening, boots Blaster in the midsection, and scores with a Stone Cold
Stunner! Blaster topples to the mat, but when Stone Cold goes to heave him
out, Deathscream nails him with a flying forearm.
JFA: “Stone Cold and UPF both putting in impressive performances here. UPF’s
already been in the ring for 14 minutes, Stone Cold coming up on 12 minutes.”
JHA: “And what about Mr. Reilly?! What a show he’s putting on! He’s been in
for 13 minutes already!”
JFA: “And he’s spent most of it under the damn ring.”
JHA: “He’s in the match, isn’t he?!”
The buzzer sounds for #26, and GPA leader Viewfind bursts through the
curtains! Smoking a J as he enters the view of the hostile crowd, Viewfind
blows a little smoke into the face of the first guy on the aisle, then grabs
his girlfriend and plants a huge kiss on her! Smiling goofily, Viewfind
strolls to the ring, douses his blunt, and crawls inside. He finds
Windcharger in the center of the ring, and the two immediately begin trading
lefts and rights! Windcharger sends Viewfind into the ropes, but when
Viewfind tries for a running clothesline, Windcharger ducks the move, reaches
into his subspace pants, pulls out the old-school Planet of the Apes
DVD box set, and shatters it over Viewfind’s head!!! Homeslice stumbles back
into the ropes, but when Windcharger reaches into his subspace pants again
and pulls out his copy of Timothy Dalton’s 007: License to Kill and
rushes forward, Viewfind ducks a shoulder and sends Windcharger over the top
and out! Seeing his Pulp Faction leader topple over the ropes, Silly Cow
rushes forward and starts putting the boots to Viewfind, but the GPA leader
hugs the bottom rope and takes the beating, keeping himself in the match.
The countdown comes to a close again, and the curtains part to reveal
Plasmodium at #27! The man who will forever assert his title as the greatest
Intercontinental Champion ever jogs down to ringside and steps inside,
engaging UPF with a sporting collar and elbow tie-up that ends with Plas
pushing UPF into a corner and unloading with three Ric Flair chops. Across
the ring, as Silly Cow continues to lower the boom on Viewfind, Brawn
suddenly rushes forward and tries to nail a clothesline, but Silly Cow holds
his ground and the two collide, with Too Lame going through the ropes to the
outside and Brawn going over the top rope and out of the match! Too Lame
tries to crawl back inside, but Viewfind grabs him while he’s on the apron
and suplexes him over the ropes and back into the ring.
JFA: “This battle between Pulp Faction and the GPA shows no signs of slowing
down, J.”
JHA: “Just say it, J, these guys downright hate each other!”
JFA: “And it’s hard to say who’s been getting the best of the battle
overall..I’d say it’s at a stand-still.”
JHA: “Not when the GPA’s got Vin Ghostal on their side!”
Once again, the countdown winds down…and God Jinrai enters the match at #28!
The powerhouse jogs down to ringside, reaches into the ring, grabs Adolf by
the hair, and heaves him over the top rope and out, just like that! The Big
Ragebowski tries to intercept him, but Jinrai blocks a right hand, nails
Mirage with a headbutt, then kicks him in the midsection and drops an elbow
onto his back. As Jinrai unleashes his rage, UPF suddenly frees himself from
Deathscream and stands toe-to-toe with the D-Next sympathizer, the two fan
favorites staring each other down. Deathscream cuts the confrontation short,
however, when he throws a dropkick at Jinrai’s knee, cutting it out from
under him! The big man falls to the mat, and Deathscream leaps to the top
rope and drops an elbow over Jinrai’s throat! UPF puts the boots to Jinrai
and, surprisingly, shares a high-five with Deathscream! When UPF bends to
bring Jinrai to his feet, however, Deathscream nails UPF from behind! UPF
turns around with wide eyes, then begins unloading lefts and rights on
Deathscream’s jaw! Deathscream falls back into the ropes, and UPF hits him
with a clothesline that sends him over the top, but when Deathscream lands on
the apron, UPF throws a dropkick that knocks Deathscream off the apron and
out! Getting back to his feet, Jinrai charges forward and grabs UPF around
the throat, then begins to choke him out. Just then, Viewfind seizes the
opportunity and lunges forward, knocking both superstars over the ropes and
out!!!
JFA: “Unbelievable! One move from Viewfind, and Jinrai and UPF are both outta
here!”
JHA: “That could change the whole Royal Rumble!”
JFA: “That it could…UPF and Jinrai were both on many experts’ favorites
lists, and Viewfind has pulled off a miracle here!”
As Jinrai and UPF lay on the floor, the curtains part and Professor Smooth
enters the match at #29. Having returned from a long hiatus, Smooth climbs
into the ring and engages Plasmodium, poking him in the eye before flattening
him with a bodyslam. Plas bounces back up, but Smooth chops him back, then
scores with a German suplex. On the outside, Jinrai and UPF rise to their
feet holding their heads, and Jinrai immediately points to the ring and
blames UPF for their elimination! UPF points a finger at Jinrai and pokes him
in the chest accusingly, and Jinrai takes exception and nails UPF with a
right hand! UPF stumbles back, and the two begin brawling on the arena floor!
Referees and officials swoop in and separate the two, and the tension builds
as the two men leave the arena with a hoard of AWF officials between them!
JFA: “UPF and Jinrai nose to nose! I’ve never seen either man so intense!”
JHA: “What a miracle! Viewfind’s a genius!”
JFA: “And I’m really surprised that Jinrai isn’t directing his rage at
Viewfind. It was Viewfind’s gang…”
JHA: “What do you mean, gang? They’re an organization!”
JFA: “Like I said, gang, that put Jinrai in the hospital in the first place.”
JHA: “He had it coming!”
Looking to the clock once again, the curtains part for #30….and it’s Prowl?!
The third GPA man to enter the match immediately seeks out Viewfind, who’s
currently on the mat taking boots from Y3Blaster. Prowl grabs Blaster by the
hair and hits him with an Edge-o-Matic, knocking him goofy. Helping Viewfind
to his feet, the two GPA men rush across the ring and attack Silly Cow with a
vengeance. They heave him into the ropes and try for a double-clothesline,
but Silly Cow ducks the move and scores with a flying clothesline of his
own!!! As Silly Cow goes on the attack, however, Unicron and Divebomb
suddenly rush to ringside and, as Silly Cow hits the ropes, Unicron hits him
with a steel chair!!! Silly Cow stumbles forward into Viewfind, who hits him
with a Philly Pimp Drop! Viewfind and Prowl team to throw Silly Cow over the
ropes onto the apron, but Too Lame will not go quietly! Clinging to the
bottom rope for dear life, Silly Cow fights for his life as Viewfind and
Prowl lean through the ropes, trying to push Too Lame out of the match.
Unfortunately for Silly Cow, Unicron and Divebomb rush over and start beating
on him, trying to help the GPA cause! The referees intervene and try to pull
Unicron and Divebomb away, but the two GPA men won’t release their grip!
Finally, Unicron picks up the steel chair and, as his teammates part the
seas, he dents it over Silly Cow’s head and smiles as Cow’s grip on the
bottom rope releases and he falls to the floor, finally eliminated! Viewfind
and Prowl celebrate and return to the match, but Unicron and Divebomb are not
through. Fighting through a crowd of protesting officials, Unicron and
Divebomb drag Cow onto the steel ramp, and Unicron picks up the chair again
and dents it even further over Too Lame’s skull! Blood squirts from the
former European Champion’s head as he crumples to the mat; the wound is only
worsened when Unicron hoists Too Lame into position for a piledriver.
Divebomb stands back, then grabs Too Lame’s feet and drives him downward in a
hideous spike piledriver on the steel ramp!!!
JFA: “Jesus Christ!!! My god, no!!! This is inhumane!!”
JHA: “I think I just heard Silly Cow’s neck snap on that steel!!”
JFA: “The GPA has sunk lower than ever here…they may have just ended Silly
Cow’s career! And for God’s sake, they’re laughing about it!”
Leaving Silly Cow a bloody mess on the ramp, Unicron and Divebomb raise each
other’s hands in triumph. Just then, however, the curtains part….and here
comes Redstreak wielding a kendo stick!!! Redstreak nails Unicron over the
head with the stick, then ducks a Divebomb clothesline and shatters the stick
over the NWA man’s head!!! As the crowd roars, Redstreak, limping badly on
the knee damaged earlier by Vin Ghostal, stumbles down to the ring, climbs
inside, and nails Viewfind with a spear! As the crowd explodes, Redstreak
waits as Viewfind gets to his feet, then knocks him over the top rope and
out! His celebration doesn’t last long, however, before Prowl swoops in and
nails Redstreak with a kick to the knee, taking out his bad wheel. Prowl
grabs Redstreak by the knee and drives it into the mat, and continues to
stomp away until Y3Blaster nails him with a double-axehandle and breaks
things up.
Currently in the ring: Mr. Reilly (13) Stone Cold Skywarp (14), Mirage
(18), Redstreak (22), Y3Blaster (25), Plasmodium (27), Professor Smooth (29),
Prowl? (30)
With seven men in the ring and an eighth underneath, the horn sounds yet
again, and the final ten participants to enter begin with Turbo Charger at
#31. Jogging to the ring, the would-be superhero removes his cape and hands
it to a lucky fan at ringside, then climbs inside and goes right after
Plasmodium. Fighting Plas over to the ropes, Turbo whips Plas across, then nails him with a dropkick.Bouncing up, Turbo goes for a hurricanrana, but Plas catches him in midair and drops him in a standing powerbomb. Meanwhile, Professor Smooth hangs in
for dear life as Stone Cold Skywarp tries to elevate him over the ropes.
Across the ring, Blaster tries to help the badly damaged Redstreak to his
feet, but as the Foundation partners gain a moment’s rest, Prowl suddenly
mounts the turnbuckles, flies across the ring, and nails both men with a
double-dropkick! Meanwhile, the cameras dart down to ringside, where Mr.
Reilly momentarily pokes his head out from underneath the ring to see what’s
going on, then immediately ducks back out of view!
JFA: “Damn him! Somebody needs to get a referee’s attention to what Reilly’s
doing.”
JHA: “Look, Mr. Reilly could be hurt. He deserves a rest.”
Just then, cameras cut backstage and find a gang of EMT’s and AWF officials
pushing Silly Cow on a stretcher through the parking lot to a waiting
ambulance, its lights flashing.
JFA: “I don’t…oh no, this is bad. This is very bad. Silly Cow’s face is a
shattered mess.”
JHA: “And they’ve got that neck brace in place…how bad do you think it is?”
JFA: “I couldn’t even begin to guess…let’s just hope that that neck brace
is precautionary only. This is a damn tragedy, and you have to think that
Commissioner Game is going to have something to say about the GPA’s actions
here tonight.”
JHA: “You know, J, this is a violent sport, and we see injuries every day,
but you really hate to see this.”
As the broadcast watches the ambulance lock up and leave, cameras return to
the ring as the buzzer sounds for #32…and The Lock explodes into view!!!
Jogging down to the ring as he greets his countless fans, the Australian
co-Tag Team Champion slides into the ring and attacks, grabbing Smooth by the
hair and nailing him with a short clothesline. Smooth stumbles back to his
feet, but Lock heaves him into the air and scores with the Dinobot Slam!
Smooth can barely stand as The Lock grabs him by the hair and heaves him over
the ropes and out! Fighting for his GPA friends, Prowl swoops in and lowers
the boom on The Lock, then heaves him into a corner and unleashes the fury of
his Ho Train, flattening Lock in the corner with a big splash. Across the
ring, Plasmodium heaves Turbo Charger into the ropes, and when Turbo Charger
goes for a cross-bodyblock, Plas dives out of the way and Turbo Charger sails
all the way over the top rope and out of the match!
JFA: “And the AWF’s local super-hero is outta here!”
JHA: “Who cares…the guy’s a nut anyway…”
As the counter returns to zero, Unicron emerges into view at #33! The crowd
unleashes a chorus of boos at the man most responsible for putting Silly Cow
in that ambulance, and the towering GPA man smiles, enjoying every ounce of
hate the crowd can unleash. Just as Unicron reaches the ring, he watches and
smiles as Prowl boots The Lock in the midsection and runs the ropes. However,
as Prowl tries for a pump-handle slam, The Lock suddenly reverses it and
positions Prowl for a Dinobot Slam! Before he can execute it, however,
Unicron dashes in and takes out The Lock’s leg, saving Prowl from certain
injury. As Prowl and Unicron put the boots to The Lock, Y3Blaster suddenly
swoops in and saves his Foundation teammate, bashing Prowl and Unicron’s
heads together. Blaster pushes Prowl into the corner and begins unleashing
lefts and rights while a badly-limping Redstreak cold-cocks the enormous
Unicron. Unicron only smiles, however, wraps his hand around Redstreak’s
throat, and chokeslams him into the mat!
Once again, the horn sounds…and Quick Switch bursts into view! The Rumble’s 34th entry emerges to a very positive crowd reaction despite the long losing streak he and his partner have endured. Saluting the crowd, Quick Switch slides into the ring, then goes right after Stone Cold Skywarp! Switch nails Skywarp with three big chops, then heaves him into the ropes and scores with a flying clothesline! Skywarp bounces back up and tries for a right hand, but Switch blocks it, boots Skywarp in the midsection, and nails him with a Fame-asser! Quick Switch goes to heave out the crowd favorite, but Skywarp is able to grab the middle rope and keep himself inside the ring. At the same
moment, Plasmodium tries to rush forward and catch Quick Switch by surprise,
but the R Trio teammate ducks his shoulder and sends Plasmodium over the top
rope and out!
JFA: “Quick Switch making an instant impact here!”
JHA: “I know a lotta people that’ll be happy if he can get Skywarp out of
there.”
JFA: “Doesn’t look like it’s going to happen, at least not right now.
Skywarp with a kick below the belt, and he’s back in the match.”
As Skywarp fights back against Quick Switch, Mirage and Prowl team up and start putting the boots to the fallen Redstreak, who looks absolutely exhausted because of the earlier beating suffered at the hands of Vin Ghostal. Mirage holds Red down and exposes his damaged knee as Prowl rears back and starts laying down the boots until Blaster comes flying in and nails Prowl with a huge flying forearm! As Blaster tries to shove Prowl out of the match, the buzzer sounds again...and RCOSD emerges as #35! Smiling evilly, RCOSD sprints to the ring uncharacteristically quickly, then strolls across the ring and stands over the fallen Redstreak, grinning from ear to ear. Getting Redstreak to his feet, RCOSD picks him up by the leg, then slams him knee first into the mat! As the crowd grimaces, RCOSD pulls Redstreak to a corner, then wraps his legs around the corner post. Pulling the tape off of his wrists, RCOSD vigorously wraps the tape around Red’s ankles, binding his legs together! Before any referees can intervene, RCOSD walks over, grabs a steel chair, and bashes it into Red’s exposed knee, crushing the leg between the chair and the steel post! The audience explodes in disgust as RCOSD pulls Red’s kneepad out of the way, then bashes it again with the chair!!!
JFA: “My god! My good god! Red’s leg is BROKEN! It HAS to be broken!”
JHA: “They’re gonna need the EMT’s for him twice in one night! I love it!”
JFA: “First Ghostal, and now this. The referees finally pulling that damned RCOSD away from Red...and Red is hurt bad...”
Clutching his knee in pain, Red remains in the corner as the referees try to free his legs. As that happens and RCOSD climbs back into the ring, the buzzer sounds and D-Extreme emerges at #37! Flipping off the crowd, D-Extreme climbs inside and goes right after The Lock as he grapples with Unicron in the corner. Pulling Lock back, D-Extreme nails him with an Edge-O-Matic, but his offense is cut short when Unicron grabs him around the throat and chokeslams him into the mat! Mirage tries to rush to his cWo partner’s aid, but Unicron grabs Mirage around the throat and nails HIM with a chokeslam as well! Meanwhile, Stone Cold Skywarp sees RCOSD working over a fallen Redstreak and hits the ground running, nailing RCOSD with a Lou Thesz press! As Skywarp pounds RCOSD with lefts and rights, Prowl sees an opening, grabs Skywarp by the hair from behind, and nails him with a spinning DDT! The clock winds down to 0, and the curtains part…for Sean O’Con!!! Entering
at #37, the HeartBrend Kid jogs down to ringside, runs around the ring, lifts
the apron cover, and crawls under the ring!
JFA: “Why in the hell…”
JHA: “The O’Con’s a coward! He wants to run and hide!”
JFA: “ I don’t think so…”
After a few moments, Sean emerges from underneath the ring…dragging Mr.
Reilly behind him! Reilly kicks and fights with all his might, but Sean only smiles, then turns Reilly onto his back and drives a boot into Reilly’s groin on the floor! The O’Con has to leave Reilly for dead on the floor, however, when Prowl reaches through the ropes, grabs Sean by the hair, and drags him inside. Freeing himself from Mirage, Blaster slides to the outside, grabs Reilly, and heaves him onto the Spanish announce table, and before anyone can stop him, Blaster piledrives Reilly straight through the table!!! Leaving Reilly for dead, Blaster climbs back inside, then eyes Prowl? as he grapples with Sean O’Con and dropkicks him over the top rope and out!!!
As Prowl topples over the ropes, the horn sounds again...and Wolfang enters the match at #38! The crowd explodes as Wolfang jogs to ringside and goes right after Mirage, choking the cWo man into a corner. The assault only lasts a moment before D-Extreme rushes over and nails Wolfang with a big side-suplex. Wolfang bounces up, avoids a D-Extreme clothseline, and catches him with a big boot to the face. Meanwhile, Redstreak lies face down on the mat, clutching his knee in pain. Unicron smiles over the fallen former Hardcore Champion and pushes him into a corner, then stuffs his boot right into Red’s throat, choking him out.
The buzzer sounds for #39....and Lord Claypool emerges!!! Making his triumphant return to the ring, Claypool gains a very mixed reaction from the crowd as he slides into the ring and comes face to face with D-Extreme. Claypool appeals to the crowd, and D-Extreme points to his own cWo t-shirt, then starts hugging Claypool. The former Heavyweight Champion’s face suddenly turns to disgust, and the crowd roars as Clay buries a knee into D-Extreme’s midsection, then heaves him over the top rope and out of the match! Clay’s assault is cut short, however, when RCOSD swoops in and nails him with a double-axehandle to the back, slowing him down. Meanwhile, Unicron continues to choke Redstreak, Stone Cold Skywarp grapples with Quick Switch, Sean O’Con begins to put the boots to an exhausted Mirage, and Y3Blaster and The Lock team to work over Wolfang.
The crowd counts down the final ten seconds....and the last entry at #40....is Jetfire!!!!! Jetfire sprints down to ringside, slides into the ring, grabs Wolfang and nails him with a huge powerbomb! As Wolfang stumbles back to his feet, Jetfire boots him in the midsection, positions him for a second powerbomb, and powerbombs him all the way over the top rope and out of the ring onto the arena floor!!! As Jetfire stands triumphant in the center of the ring, The Lock steps up to face him, and a strange sense of deja vu ensues as the two men stare each other down in a memorable moment!
Currently in the ring: Mr. Reilly (13) Stone Cold Skywarp (14), Mirage
(18), Redstreak (22), Y3Blaster (25), The Lock (32), Unicron (33), Quick Switch (34), RCOSD (35), Sean O’Con (37), Lord Claypool (39), Jetfire (40)
The Lock and Jetfire both look to the crowd, and the Atlantic City crowd is on its feet as both men suddenly begin exchanging lefts and rights!!! Jetfire heaves Lock into the ropes, but Lock avoids a clothesline and scores with a spinning DDT! Getting Jetfire to his feet, Lock positions Jetfire for a Dinobot Slam, but as he moves over to the ropes, RCOSD suddenly sneaks up and grabs Lock’s legs, flipping both men over the ropes and out!!! RCOSD smiles down at the fallen tag team legends, only to turn around and be met by a Lou Thesz press from Stone Cold Skywarp!!! Skywarp continues to drive lefts and rights into RCOSD’s face as the nine final men in the match continue to battle it out, with the tenth lying in a heap on the outside. Quick Switch tries to sneak up on Skywarp and nail him from behind, but Skywarp senses it coming, drives a boot into Switch’s midsection, and nails him with the Stunner! Skywarp then grabs Switch and sends him over the top rope and out of the match!
Across the ring, Y3Blaster pulls Unicron off of the fallen, exhausted Redstreak and heaves him into the ropes, then nails him with a dropkick to the knee! As Unicron stumbles backward, Blaster tries to shove him over the ropes, but the big man is too strong. As the two struggle, however, Mirage suddenly sneaks up and dumps both men over the ropes and out! Amazingly in since #18, Mirage smiles smugly down at his victims until he turns around and is met with a big clothesline from the HeartBrend Kid!!! Seeing an opportunity, Lord Claypool slides to the outside and grabs the fallen Mr. Reilly, then heaves him back into the ring. Across the ring, RCOSD finds his fallen rival Redstreak laying on the apron and heaves him into the ropes, then follows him in with a clothesline. The move knocks Red over the ropes, but Red lands on his feet, grabs RCOSD by the hair, and drags him over the ropes and out!!! As soon as RCOSD hits the floor, however, he bounces back up onto the apron, grabs Red by the hair, and drags HIM out with him!!!! Despite his injuries, Redstreak bounces back to his feet, and the two men start brawling on the floor!!!
Inside the ring, Skywarp shoves Reilly aside, then nails Claypool with a thunderous Stunner!!! Skywarp immediately bounces back to his feet and grabs Reilly by the throat, then heaves him over the ropes and out of the match!!! Immediately, Skywarp turns his attention to Clay and starts trying to shove him over the ropes and out. What everyone doesn’t notice, however, is that the referees, desperately trying to separate Redstreak and RCOSD on the outside, don’t see Reilly hit the floor! Garnering what little strength he has left, Reilly slides back inside and, grabbing Skywarp from behind, deposits both he and Claypool out of the ring!!! Across the ring, Sean O’Con steps back and nails Mirage with the Sweet Chin Music, knocking him clear over the ropes and out!!! Before he can even turn, however, Reilly grabs him by the tights and shoves him over the ropes and out!!!! The referees see everything go down and call for the bell, and Mr. Reilly raises his hands in victory!!!!!
JFA: “WHAT IN THE HELL?!?!?!!? WHAT IN THE HELL WAS THAT?!??”
JHA: “That was clean!!! I don’t think Mr. Reilly’s feet hit the floor!!!”
JFA: “Don’t give me that, he was LAYING on the floor!!! They can’t let this happen! They just can’t!!!”
RA: “Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please. The winner...of the 2003 Royal Rumble.....MR. REILLY!!!!!!”
JFA: “THIS IS A DAMN ATROCITY!!! It’s not right!!!”
JHA: “Mr. Reilly did it! He did it! He’s going to ArchiveMania!!!”
JFA: “And Stone Cold Skywarp is furious!!!! Here he comes....look out Reilly...Stunner! Stunner! Stunner!”
JHA: “It doesn’t matter!!!”
JFA: “I can’t believe it....and I don’t want to believe it....but Mr. Reilly...has won...the Royal Rumble!!! Mr. Reilly...is going....to ArchiveMania!!!!”
*fade to black*
RA: “Ladies and gentlemen....it is time for THE ROYAL RUMBLE!!!!! Here are the rules. Forty AWF superstars randomly drew numbers earlier today. Two participants will begin the match, and one participant will enter the ring every sixty seconds thereafter. A participant is eliminated when he is thrown over the top rope and both his feet touch the arena floor. The last man remaining in the ring after all participants have entered will go on to face
the AWF Heavyweight Champion at ArchiveMania II!!!!”
JFA: “Technically, it may not be a 'he,' J. We have one woman in this match!”
JHA: “Thank God it's not Sixy. I wouldn't want her to be in such danger.”
JFA: “It's a good thing she has you looking after her.”
JHA: “I don’t appreciate your sarcasm...”
RA: “Here is the man who drew #1....”
Led Zeppelin's "The Immigrant Song" begins to blast, and Divebomb comes through the curtain, looking absolutely furious! The fans boo incessantly as the orange-and-black-clad GPA star strorms down to the ring, his brow knit in determination.
JFA: And Divebomb has to be the unluckiest man in the world right now...last year's Royal Rumble winner, Insecticon Outsider leader Shrapnel, didn't come into the match until the 80's! It would take a superhuman effort on the part of Divebomb to make it all the way!
JHA: You shut your mouth, J. Don't ever count the GPA out.
RA: And here is the man who drew #2....
The arena is filled with the sounds of "Papercut" and Strafe bursts through the curtains to the applause of the crowd! Staring into the ring at his GPA rival, the Pulp Faction man slides through the ring, avoids a clothesline, and nails Divebomb with a running kneelift to start the match as the bell is
rung and the AWF’s biggest attraction of the year is underway! Tossing
Divebomb into the corner, Strafe opens up with a series of chops, then whips
him across to the other side, scoring with a big clothesline as Divebomb
comes off the turnbuckles. Strafe hits a bodyslam, but when he hits the ropes
and tries to drop the knee onto the forehead, Divebomb moves out of the way,
then scores with a big elbowdrop. Heaving Strafe into the ropes, Divebomb
scores with a boot to the face, then picks Strafe up and flattens him with a
big chokeslam! Strafe stumbles to his feet, but just as he does so, Divebomb
heaves him into the air and scores with The End (a modified cross of the DVD
and the Stunner)!!!
As Strafe lays flat on the mat and Divebomb moves to get him out, the horn
sounds for #3...and Scout blasts into view! The AWF's only in-ring
female superstar storms the ring and slides inside, avoids a Divebomb
clothesline, and nails him with a spinning heel kick! Divebomb bounces back
up, but Scout leaps onto his shoulders and scores with a hurricanrana!
Leaping onto the top rope, Scout tries to catch Divebomb with a flying
cross-bodyblock, but the move turns out to be ill advised as Divebomb catches
her in midair and slams her to the mat. Grabbing Scout by the hair, Divebomb
drags her to her feet and begins mouthing off in her face. As he does so, the
horn goes off again...and Cyberstrike enters the match at #4! He sprints down
to the ring, thinks about leveling Divebomb, but then sees Strafe sneaking up
on the NWA man and levels Strafe with a big clothesline. As Cyberstrike pins
Strafe in the corner and chokes him over the second rope, Divebomb continues
to deal a verbal thrashing to Scout. As he does so, Scout rears back and
spits in his face, then suddenly nails him with a low blow! Divebomb falls to
a knee but holds onto Scout's hair. Getting back to his feet, Divebomb rears
back and slaps Scout squarely across the face, then spits on the woman's
fallen frame!
As Scout crumples to the mat, Windcharger explodes through the curtains in a
fury, sprinting down to the ring to stop the heinous assault. Unfortunately
for him, it was not his turn to enter the match, and thus the referees stop
him just short of the apron. Reaching over the four or five referees holding
him back, Windcharger screams at the top of his lungs at Divebomb, who steps
to the ropes and spits down at Windcharger, infuriating the fans close enough
to the action to see the GPA man's unsightly deeds. Just as Divebomb turns
around, however, Scout comes flying out of nowhere with a spinning heel kick,
and Divebomb goes over the top rope and down to the floor, out of the
match!!! As Divebomb stumbles to his feet and tries to climb back into the
ring, Windcharger pushes through the crowd of referees and pulled Divebomb
off the apron, then begins nailing him with right hands!!! As the crowd
explodes at Scout's efforts, Divebomb and Windcharger begin trading lefts and
rights as they fight up the aisle!
As Windcharger bounces Divebomb's head off the security railing in the aisle,
the horn sounds again and “The Mad Bomber” Bombshell comes through the curtains
at #5!!! The former Intercontinental Champion looks furious as he slides into
the ring, throws Strafe aside, and begins nailing Cyberstrike with lefts and rights! Grabbing Cyberstrike by the hair, Bombshell runs Cyberstrike into the turnbuckle, then nails him with a sidewalk slam as he stumbles out. Meanwhile, Strafe steps away and pushes Scout into a corner, then opens up with a big chop across the chest.
Scout tries to get out of the corner, but Strafe grabs her by the
shoulder and heaves her back into the corner, then bends over and drives his
shoulder into Scout's midsection, taking the starch right out of the Royal
Rumble's only female participant.
Just then, the horn sounds again...and Lord Zarak blasts through the curtain
at #6! Sprinting down the aisle, Zarak slides into the ring and levels
Cyberstrike with a big clothesline, then picks him up, carries him to the
corner, and scores with a huge powerslam! Bombshell rushes across the ring to intercept the fresh man, but Scout and Zarak lock hands and flatten The
Bomber with a double clothesline! Zarak and Scout slap hands in a sign of
teamwork, but as Scout goes to work over Bombshell, Zarak suddenly grabs
Scout by the hair and heaves her over the ropes, eliminating her! Bombshell
gets to a knee and buries a fist in Zarak's midsection, but the two-time
European Champion drives a thumb into Bombshell's eye, slowing him down.
Stumbling out of the corner, Strafe pushes Cyberstrike into a corner and
nails him with several big chops.
The horn goes off again, and The Mat Man Nmathew comes in at #7 to a
tremendous reaction from the crowd! Mat slowly makes his way down to the
ring, then stands on the outside, watching the action. As Zarak brings
Bombshell to his feet, Mat suddenly leaps onto the apron, jumps onto the top
rope, and flies across the ring, leveling both men with a double-dropkick!
Mat leaps to his feet and rushes across the ring to help his Pulp Faction
teammate Strafe by holding Cyberstrike's arms, allowing Strafe to open up
with a few stern right hands! As Mat rears back, however, Cyberstrike nails
Strafe with an elbow to the forehead, then slips out of the way as Mat
accidentally nails Strafe square in the face with a superkick! Turning around
quickly, Mat ducks a clothesline attempt by Bombshell, but when he goes for a
hurricanrana, Bombshell catches him in midair and slams him headfirst into
the mat!
As the 60 seconds expire, the curtain parts….and Computron bursts through at
#8!!! Sprinting down to the ring, Computron grabs Cyberstrike by the hair and
slams him into the corner, then drives his fist into Cyberstrike’s forehead
ten straight times! Already exhausted from his earlier Tag Team Championship match, Cyberstrike staggers out of the corner, and Computron
picks him up and nails him with a modified version of the Rock Bottom! As
Cyberstrike staggers back to his feet, Computron rushes forward and nails him
with a clothesline, knocking him over the ropes! However, Cyberstrike grabs
onto the bottom rope and holds on for dear life, and when Computron tries to
push Cyberstrike out of the match, Bombshell rushes over and nails Computron
from behind. Across the ring, Strafe tosses Zarak into the ropes, drives a
boot into the midsection, and scores with his big double-poke to the eyes!
Zarak staggers back in pain, and Mat mounts the ropes and nails the European
Champion with a missile dropkick!
JFA: Mat making a huge impact here! Another big move on the European Champion!
JHA: Doesn’t mean squat, since he still hasn’t eliminated anyone.
The horn sounds again, and CloudStrifer emerges at #9. Sliding inside, the
towering young star grabs Mat as he gets to his feet and scores with a huge
bodyslam. Dropping a big elbow, Strifer hovers over Mat and begins choking
him out. Strafe sneaks up from behind and nails CloudStrifer with a low blow,
but the dark man is only momentarily phased before he turns around, grabs
Strafe around the throat, and nails him with a chokeslam! Seeing the biggest
man in the match beginning to take control, Computron and Zarak rush
forward and nail Cloud with a double-clothesline, and while Computron holds
CloudStrifer to the mat, Zarak goes to the second turnbuckle on the
inside and drops a big elbowdrop, taking all the starch out of the former
Reaper. Meanwhile, Bombshell continues to grapple with Cyberstrike in a corner,
with neither man gaining a substantial advantage.
The horn sounds, and Starscreamer enters the match at #10! Coming through the
curtains, Starscreamer turns around and points up at his new entrance
graphics on the big screen, which consist of a few shots of him amidst a sea
of action shots of his hero, Plasmodium. Finally turning back to the ring,
Starscreamer steps up onto the apron and salutes the crowd, only to get
grabbed by the hair and dragged inside by Strafe. The former Hardcore
Champion heaves Starscreamer into the ropes and nails him with a dropkick,
but when he heaves him into the ropes again, Starscreamer ducks a clothesline
and scores with a flying forearm! Starscreamer bounces up and tries to muscle
Strafe over the top rope, but Mat interferes and pulls his Pulp Faction
teammate back inside. Meanwhile, Cyberstrike and Bombshell continue to battle in the corner until CloudStrifer suddenly comes along and grabs the two men, bashing their heads together.
Currently in the ring: Strafe (2), Cyberstrike (4), Bombshell (5), Lord
Zarak (6), Mat Man (7), Computron (8), CloudStrifer (9), Starscreamer (10)
As the time expires, the curtains part and The King, one half of the AWF Tag
Team Champions, comes through the curtains at #11! King sprints down to the
ring, leaps over the top rope, and walks right to the center of the ring,
where Computron stands alone. The two fan favorites and tag team legends get
in each other’s faces, mouthing off to one another much to the crowd’s
delight. The legendary confrontation is unceremoniously interrupted, however,
when Cyberstrike and the Bomber try to get the drop on them. Both men turn
and block the sneak attack, however. Computron avoids a Bombshell clothesline
and nails him with a clothesline of his own. Meanwhile, King catches
Cyberstrike as he rushes forward, picks him up on his shoulder, and scores
with a big powerslam! At the same moment, King and Computron both rush
forward at their respective adversaries and score with clotheslines on the
ropes, and just like that, Cyberstrike and Bombshell are out of the Rumble!
Immediately, the two men return to the center of the ring and continue their
stare-down. Meanwhile, CloudStrifer and Starscreamer grapple in a corner, and
Mat battles Zarak while Strafe lies on the mat, trying to catch his breath.
JFA: What a moment here between King and Computron! You have to wonder what
will happen when their respective teams collide!
JHA: If Lock and King cheat half as much as they did earlier, CompuFire
doesn’t have a chance!
JFA: You have to be kidding me.
The horn sounds once again, and UPF bursts through the curtains at #12! On
his way down to the ring, UPF stops in his tracks as he runs into Bombshell
and Cyberstrike on their way back to the locker room. UPF has a momentary
staredown with the pair and they exchange threats, but no punches are
exchanged. That is, until UPF continues on his way down to the ring and
Cyberstrike rips off his cWo t-shirt, then jumps the American hero and wraps the cWo shirt around his throat! Cyberstrike chokes the life out of UPF, bringing him down to the aisle floor with the black t-shirt wrapped around his throat. The referees continue to try to break up the assault until Cyberstrike releases the hold and continues up the aisle, the crowd furiously throwing trash at him the whole way. UPF slowly gets to his knees as the clock winds down. Battles continue all over the ring as the time expires again….
JFA: UPF, trying to get to his feet.
JHA: Ahhhhh!!!!
JFA: Mr. Reilly! It’s Mr. Reilly! So much for your prediction, J!
JHA: The fix is in! This is the Commissioner’s doing! This stinks!
Entering at lucky #13, Mr. Reilly comes through the curtain in black jeans and his very own cWo t-shirt, and as he makes his way to ringside, he finds UPF in the aisleway and slams UPF’s head into the security barrier. Unleashing his rage, Reilly grabs UPF by the hair and drags him to ringside, then slams him head-first into the steel ring steps. Taking revenge for the timeless feud between UPF and the cWo, Reilly picks up the American hero again and slams him once again face-first into the steel steps. UPF stays down this time as Reilly steps onto the apron and slowly makes his way into the ring. Inside, Computron and King finally begin exchanging blows, and when King heaves Computron into the ropes, he scores with a knee to the midsection, followed by a Russian legsweep in the center of the ring. As Computron struggles on the mat, King locks the legs and turns him over into the Lock & Load, but Computron reaches back and pulls King’s legs out from under him, then locks in a Sharpshooter of his own! Computron can only hold
the move for a moment, however, before Mr. Reilly rushes forward and nails
Computron with a big clothesline!
As the battle in the ring rages on, the buzzer sounds again…and Stone Cold
Skywarp explodes through the curtains at #14!!! Skywarp comes through the
curtains to a tremendous crowd reaction, and as he steps through the ropes,
Strafe lowers the boom on him with a big right hand. Strafe heaves Skywarp
into the ropes, then nails him with the double-poke to the eyes! As Strafe
turns his attention to Lord Zarak, however, Skywarp bounces right up off the
mat, boots Strafe in the midsection, and scores with a thunderous Stunner!
Skywarp bounces back up and grabs Strafe by the hair, heaving him over the
ropes and out! Mat tries to lower the boom on Skywarp, but Skywarp blocks a
double-axehandle, boots Mat in the midsection, and nails HIM with a Stunner!
Skywarp grabs Mat and heaves him over the top rope, and when Mat grabs the
rope and pulls himself back onto the apron, Skywarp turns around and nails
him with a right hand, knocking him off the apron and out! After sustaining
the Pulp Faction attack, Skywarp immediately turns his attention to Mr.
Reilly, who slides to the outside to avoid the assault. Skywarp follows him
outside and chases him around the ring, and Reilly runs over to the
timekeeper’s table and picks up a steel chair, then waves it threateningly at
Skywarp. However, UPF, who had still been recovering on the outside from the
cWo’s assault, sneaks around the ring and steals the chair from Reilly, who
turns around in shock to see UPF’s smiling face! UPF shoves Reilly backwards,
and the former commissioner turns around right into the waiting arms of
Skywarp, who scores with a Stunner on the floor! As Skywarp gets back to his
feet, however, UPF sacrifices his principles for a second and nails the Stone
Cold one in the forehead with the steel chair!
JFA: Wham! WHAM!!! What an uncharacteristically vicious chair shot by UPF!
JHA: Where are the referees when you need ‘em?!
JFA: Where were they when the cWo was on the attack earlier?
JHA: Tending to these unruly fans, no doubt.
The horn sounds once again, and Ravage enters the match at #15! Strolling
down to the ring, Ravage slowly climbs inside, then nails Zarak with a
clothesline as he goes by. Meanwhile, Computron heaves King into the ropes
and locks him into a sleeperhold. After a moment, King drops to the mat and
drives the top of his head into Computron’s chin, stunning the former tag
team champion. Computron stumbles back into the ropes, and King recklessly
heaves himself forward, and the two men get tangled and tumble over the ropes
and down to the floor! Furious, both men bounce to their feet and trade blows
up the aisle, all the way to the back! Meanwhile, UPF rolls back inside as
Skywarp and Reilly both recover on the arena floor. Zarak slowly gets to his
feet after taking that hard shot from Ravage, and as Cloudstrifer tries to
rush him in the corner, Zarak ducks a shoulder and Strifer goes over the
ropes and out! Trying to take advantage of the situation, Ravage rushes
forward and tries to drive a shoulder into Zarak’s midsection, but Zarak
sidesteps the move and Ravage goes right into the steel post and falls
through the ropes to the outside. On the other side of the ring, Skywarp
grabs the fallen Reilly and throws him into the ring, then follows him
inside. Heaving Reilly into the ropes, Skywarp grabs him by the hair as he
comes across and scores with the most thunderous Stunner ever delivered!
JFA: “Stunner! Stunner! Oh, you can kiss it goodbye, J!”
JHA: “No no no no no! UPF, do something! Screamer! Zarak! Anybody!”
Before Skywarp can dump Reilly out of the match, UPF grabs Skywarp by the
tights, heaving him over the top rope! A man on a mission, UPF rushes across
and grabs Zarak and Starscreamer as they grapple, dumping both men over the
top and out! Thinking that the ring has been cleared, UPF raises his hands in
victory, only to find that Skywarp has slid back under the bottom rope and
back into the match! UPF lunges forward and pokes Skywarp in the eye, then
picks Skywarp up and hits him with a huge Olympic Slam!
JHA: “Whoooooo! Finally, some justice! Thank you, UPF, thank you.”
JFA: “Two minutes ago…”
JHA: “Ancient history!”
Just then, the buzzer sounds again, and Deathscream enters the ring at #16.
Taking advantage of the injury to his rival Ravage, Deathscream sprints down
to ringside, rushes around to Ravage, and rams him face-first into the steel
ring steps! Blood begins to pour from Ravage’s forehead as he crumples to the
arena floor and referees surround the two, insisting that Deathscream take
the action to the ring. As officials mob the pair, Mr. Reilly slides off the
apron on the opposite side of the ring and slips under the ring unbeknownst
to the officials. Inside, UPF picks Skywarp up and tries to force him over
the ropes after that brutal Olympic Slam, but Skywarp grabs onto the ropes
and refuses to go so easily. Meanwhile, Deathscream picks Ravage up and
places him on the apron, then rolls inside. Placing Ravage in the corner,
Deathscream moves to the opposite corner, then rushes across and drives his
knee right into Ravage’s bleeding face! Deathscream pulls Ravage to his feet,
then tosses him into the ropes and scores with a big flying clothesline!
The horn sounds for entry #17, and Sixswitch blasts through the curtains with
a fury! Stopping for just a moment to salute the crowd, Sixswitch slides into
the squared circle and immediately nails Deathscream with a big forearm to
the head, then pushes him into the corner and opens up with several big
chops. It’s not long, however, before Deathscream pokes Sixswitch in the eye,
then reverses the tide and nails Sixswitch with a few big chops of his own.
With Ravage down and Skywarp and UPF tied up with each other, Deathscream
sees a rare opportunity to do some serious damage. He hoists Sixswitch up
onto the top rope, and before anyone can stop him, Deathscream executes a
picture-perfect superplex!!! The move takes the starch out of both men,
however, giving Ravage the opportunity to stumble forward and hit Deathscream
with a running legdrop. Meanwhile, UPF and Skywarp continue to try to heave
one another over the ropes, with neither man gaining a clear advantage.
The buzzer sounds once again, and The Big Ragebowski enters the contest at
#18!!! Surrounded by a pair of Ragebowskettes, Mirage leaves his ladies on
the ramp and slowly makes his way down to ringside, removing his robe and
other attire one piece at a time. Finally stripped down to his tights and
boots, the Intercontinental Champion steps up onto the apron and flexes for
the crowd, but he doesn’t notice that Ravage has just slung Deathscream into
the ropes, and Deathscream rams right into Mirage and heaves him all the way
off the apron and headfirst onto the steel ramp!!!
JFA: “Ravage just unloading here on the Intercontinental Champion!”
JHA: “Aww, he’s just bitter that he couldn’t beat The Big Ragebowski when he
had the chance!”
JFA: “And here come Mirage’s ladies to the rescue…even what they have to
offer might be too little, too late.”
The concerned Ragebowskettes rush down the aisle to attend to their fallen
beau, but their chance to play nurse is cut short when Ravage slides to the
outside, grabs his former cWo teammate by his beautiful hair, and rams him
right into the ring apron! Before Mirage can fight back, Ravage hoists him
into the air, gets running up the rampway, and nails Mirage with a powerslam
on the unforgiving solid steel!!! Admonished by the referees, Ravage brings
the wounded Ragebowski back to his feet, then drags him down the rampway and
deposits him in the ring. As Ravage pulls Mirage to a corner and starts
putting the boots to the ladies’ man, Sixswitch strolls over to UPF and
Skywarp and bashes their heads together. As Skywarp falls to a knee,
Sixswitch pulls UPF into a corner, then whips him across. As UPF stumbles out
of the opposite corner, Sixswitch lunges forward and scores with a big
hurricanrana! Sixswitch then tries to dump UPF out of the match, but the
American hero will have none of it.
JFA: “Sixswitch unloading with the offense here…you have to think that he’s
one of the favorites to win the whole shebang.”
JHA: “Sixswitch? A favorite? He wasn’t even on my top 20 depth chart!”
The horn sounds once again, and the chants of ‘Pulp Faction’ begin as
Windcharger blasts into view at #19 to an explosion from the crowd! Waving a
huge flag featuring a picture of David Bowie and sporting tights with a group
shot of the cast of “Empty Nest” on his ass, Windcharger appeals to his
dozens and dozens of fans by blowing a kiss up at Bowie. Laying his flag on
the apron, Windcharger leaps inside and goes straight for Mirage, who is
still recovering in the corner from several big lefts and rights by Ravage.
Windcharger pins Mirage in the corner, reaches into his Subspace Pants, and
pulls out some of the material from the outfit John Travolta wore in
“Stayin’ Alive”. He uses the material to tie Mirage’s hands to the ropes,
and when the reigning Intercontinental Champion is tied up helplessly,
Windcharger steps back, admires the moment, then rushes forward and drives
his shoulder hard into Mirage’s midsection! The Big Ragebowski grunts in
pain, even moreso when Windy delivers a second, then a third shoulderblock.
As he goes in for the kill, however, Mirage suddenly lifts his leg and nails
Windy with a low blow! Taking advantage of the moment, Mirage is able to
loosen his arms and free himself from the ropes. He grabs Windy and chokes
him over the second rope, then uses the John Travolta gear to tie HIM in place
draped over the second rope. As Mirage runs the ropes and looks for a big
avalanche, however, Windy uses his free hand to reach into his Subspace Pants
once again and remove one of those Magic Holes from “Who Framed Roger
Rabbit?” and drive the hole through the binds, freeing himself just before
Mirage comes flying in! Windy ducks out of the way, and Mirage crashes down
crotch-first over the second rope! Getting back to his feet, Windy nails
Mirage with a boot to the midsection, followed up by a sit-down powerbomb
that brings the crowd to its feet!
JFA: “Mirage is taking an absolute beating here!”
JHA: “Give the man credit! He’s already been in one match tonight, and he’s
taking on everybody that gets in his way!”
JFA: “That’s true, but Ravage has been though just as much of a fight, and I
think he’s looking better for the wear at the moment.”
JHA: “Just don’t be surprised when The Big Ragebowski runs the table.”
With action all over the ring, the horn goes off again and the highly-touted
rookie Adolf enters the match at the halfway point at #20. Stopping on the
apron to throw up the Nazi salute, Adolf (in traditional tan and black Nazi
military garb) marches down to ringside, removes his military jacket and
shirt, and climbs inside to join the action. He’s not in the ring two
seconds, however, before Stone Cold Skywarp happens upon him, looks up and
down incredulously at his outfit, and unloads with a vicious right hand!
Adolf bounces back up and tries a right of his own, but Skywarp blocks it,
hits another right hand, then rakes Adolf’s eyes! Heaving Adolf into the
ropes, Skywarp angrily levels Adolf with a Lou Thesz press, then rains lefts
and rights down on the rookie’s head! Talking smack like crazy as Adolf gets
to his feet, Skywarp drives a boot into Adolf’s midsection and goes for the
Stunner, but the rookie amazingly blocks the move, lifts Skywarp into the
air, and flattens him with a thunderous side-suplex! Lifting Skywarp back to
his feet, Adolf boots Skywarp in the midsection then delivers a thunderous
piledriver! Meanwhile, Ravage and Sixswitch momentarily join forces to toss
Deathscream into the ropes and score with a big double-clothesline while UPF
kneels in a corner, trying to regain some energy as the man who has been in
the ring longer than anyone.
Currently in the ring: UPF (12), Mr. Reilly (13) Stone Cold Skywarp (14),
Ravage (15), Deathscream (16), Sixswitch (17), Mirage (18), Windcharger (19),
Adolf (20)
The buzzer goes off again and #21 is none other than OP2005! OP takes his
sweet time getting to the ring, then climbs inside grabs UPF by the hair,
hitting him with a big bodyslam. OP drops an elbow, and when UPF tries to get
to his feet, OP slams him back down with a shocking neckbreaker! OP goes to
dump UPF over the top, but Sixswitch swoops in and breaks it up. Getting back
to his feet, Skywarp ducks a right hand from Adolf, then scores with three
successive right hands, then heaves him into the ropes and drives a knee into
Adolf’s midsection. Skywarp gets Adolf back to his feet, but is met with a
double-axehandle to the back of the head by Deathscream before he can do any
damage. Deathscream nails Skywarp with a side-suplex, then pulls him into a
corner and chokes him over the middle rope. Meanwhile, as Windcharger works
over Mirage, Ravage tries to sneak up from behind and dump Windcharger over
the ropes, but Windcharger grabs onto the the bottom rope and holds on for
dear life on the apron until Sixswitch rushes over and nails Ravage with a
double-axehandle, breaking things up. Rekindling the old Outlaws-Mav’ricks
rivalry, Sixswitch heaves Ravage into the ropes, then flattens him with a
spinning heel kick! As Ravage bounces back up, Sixswitch misses a crescent
kick, and Ravage takes Sixswitch’s knees out, drags him over to the ropes,
and wraps him into a Tarantula!
JFA: “What a brutal move by Ravage! We’ve never seen him do that before!”
JHA: “I can’t believe a big guy like that can pull that move off!”
As Sixswitch screams out in pain, the horn sounds once again, and the
curtains part for #22…and Redstreak blasts into view!!! The crowd explodes as
the red-and-white clad superstar strolls coolly down the aisle, taking in the
aduration of the crowd. Those cheers turn to screams of horror, however, as
the curtains part once again and the gold-clad Vin Ghostal comes through the
curtains carrying a golden baseball bat! Before Redstreak is even able to
turn around, Ghostal slams the baseball bat into the back of Redstreak’s
knee, and the crowd groans as Redstreak screams out in pain and collapses to
the steel grating beneath his feet! The AWF Heavyweight Champion smiles the
most evil smile in sports-entertainment as he stands above his rival and
drives the gold-coated bat into the side of the Foundation leader’s knee!!!
JFA: “Dammit! Damn him to hell!!! What in the hell does Vin Ghostal have to
do with the Royal Rumble?!?”
JHA: “Everything! He’s the Heavyweight Champion! He’s got the right to
choose who deserves a shot at the gold!”
JFA: “He does not! No man has a right to do this!”
JHA: “You go down there and try to stop him!”
JFA: “Security! Get security out here! Vin Ghostal should be arrested for
this!”
JHA: “Arrested? He should be honored! This is great!”
JFA: “Ghostal hoisting that gold-covered bat….don’t do it…don’t do
it…WHAM!!! A third shot to the knee!!!”
JHA: “I think that….ahhhh! Run for it, Vinny!”
JFA: “Here come Lock and King to the rescue! But Ghostal’s already outta
here! That coward’s headed out into the crowd, and King’s hot on his tail
while The Lock tends to Red, and I don’t know if Redstreak is going to be
able to compete here tonight!!”
JHA: “Good! Then justice has been served!”
JFA: “This is not justice…the EMT’s out here, hoisting Redstreak onto a
stretcher…this is not right. It’s simply not right.”
As the EMT’s carry Redstreak to the locker room area with The Lock at his
side, the buzzer goes off again and Silly Cow pushes his way through a crowd
of EMT’s, referees and AWF suits and jogs to the ring at #23, earning a
hearty reaction from the crowd after his earlier retention of the European
Championship. Sliding into the ring, “Too Lame” goes right to work on a
fallen OP, who had just taken a hard shot from Windcharger. High-fiving his
Pulp Faction tag team partner, Cow and Windy drag OP to his feet and heave
him into the ropes, nailing him with a double-clothesline. They try to
continue the double-team, but Deathscream swoops in and nails Cow with a
right hand, knocking him into a corner. Meanwhile, OP gets back to his feet
and rakes Windy’s eyes and whips him into the ropes, but Windy grabs the top
rope and holds on. OP rushes forward, but Windy ducks a shoulder and sends OP
over the top ropes and out! Across the ring, Sixswitch and Ravage continue to
battle it out. The towering Ravage sends Sixswitch into the ropes, and
Sixswitch dives forward, going for a cross-bodyblock, but Ravage catches him
in midair. Before Ravage can make him pay for the mistake, however, Mirage
sneaks up out of the woodwork and dropkicks Sixswitch’s back, sending both
men over the top rope and out of the match!!! Mirage raises his hands in
victory at eliminating two top contenders, but his celebration is short-lived
as Skywarp swoops in and levels him with a big right hand!
JFA: “Wow! What action! Sixswitch, Ravage, and OP are all outta here!”
JHA: “Great! Mirage, you genius!”
JFA: “Mirage had better enjoy it while it lasts, because he’s now in
Skywarp’s crosshairs!”
Skywarp pins Mirage in the corner and begins to choke him out until UPF
sneaks up and nails Skywarp with a stunning Edge-Ocution, taking more of the
starch out of the former AWF Heavyweight Champion. Just then, the horn sounds
and Brawn explodes into view at #24. Jogging to ringside, one of the cWo’s
original guns climbs into the squared circle and goes after former cWo member
Deathscream, nailing him with a running forearm to the head. Using his power
advantage, Brawn scores with a big bodyslam, then hits the ropes and drops a
knee right across Deathscream’s throat. Meanwhile, Adolf locks up with UPF in
a corner and chokes him over the top rope, then runs the ropes, slides to the
outside, and punches UPF squarely on the jaw. When Adolf climbs onto the top
rope, however, Mirage stumbles into the ropes and shakes them accidentally,
dropping Adolf groin-first onto the turnbuckles! Seeing an opportunity,
Windcharger rushes in and dropkicks Adolf off the top rope, but the rookie
miraculously grabs the ropes as he falls and pulls himself onto the apron,
holding on for dear life! Windcharger rushes over and tries to shove the
fallen Adolf out of the match, but Mirage grabs Windcharger by the hair and
kicks him in the head, breaking things up.
JFA: “Adolf more than holding his own here…an impressive showing by the
rookie.”
JHA: “You sound like you’re surprised! Adolf has more charisma than the
entire Foundation put together!”
JFA: “I don’t know if charisma is the word, but whatever it is, he’s got
plenty of it.”
The horn sounds once again….and Y3B Blaster_86 blasts into view!!! As the
crowd explodes, Blaster sprints down to the ring, leaps onto the top
turnbuckle, eyes Mirage carefully, and nails him with a huge missile
dropkick! Mirage gets back to his feet, and Blaster nails him with a sidewalk
slam! Clutching to get to the outside, The Big Ragebowski tries to pull
himself to safety, but Y3Blaster grabs him by the tights, drags him back to
the center of the ring, and slaps on the Walls of Blaster! Mirage starts
tapping, but the hold is only applied for a few moments before Skywarp sees
the opening, boots Blaster in the midsection, and scores with a Stone Cold
Stunner! Blaster topples to the mat, but when Stone Cold goes to heave him
out, Deathscream nails him with a flying forearm.
JFA: “Stone Cold and UPF both putting in impressive performances here. UPF’s
already been in the ring for 14 minutes, Stone Cold coming up on 12 minutes.”
JHA: “And what about Mr. Reilly?! What a show he’s putting on! He’s been in
for 13 minutes already!”
JFA: “And he’s spent most of it under the damn ring.”
JHA: “He’s in the match, isn’t he?!”
The buzzer sounds for #26, and GPA leader Viewfind bursts through the
curtains! Smoking a J as he enters the view of the hostile crowd, Viewfind
blows a little smoke into the face of the first guy on the aisle, then grabs
his girlfriend and plants a huge kiss on her! Smiling goofily, Viewfind
strolls to the ring, douses his blunt, and crawls inside. He finds
Windcharger in the center of the ring, and the two immediately begin trading
lefts and rights! Windcharger sends Viewfind into the ropes, but when
Viewfind tries for a running clothesline, Windcharger ducks the move, reaches
into his subspace pants, pulls out the old-school Planet of the Apes
DVD box set, and shatters it over Viewfind’s head!!! Homeslice stumbles back
into the ropes, but when Windcharger reaches into his subspace pants again
and pulls out his copy of Timothy Dalton’s 007: License to Kill and
rushes forward, Viewfind ducks a shoulder and sends Windcharger over the top
and out! Seeing his Pulp Faction leader topple over the ropes, Silly Cow
rushes forward and starts putting the boots to Viewfind, but the GPA leader
hugs the bottom rope and takes the beating, keeping himself in the match.
The countdown comes to a close again, and the curtains part to reveal
Plasmodium at #27! The man who will forever assert his title as the greatest
Intercontinental Champion ever jogs down to ringside and steps inside,
engaging UPF with a sporting collar and elbow tie-up that ends with Plas
pushing UPF into a corner and unloading with three Ric Flair chops. Across
the ring, as Silly Cow continues to lower the boom on Viewfind, Brawn
suddenly rushes forward and tries to nail a clothesline, but Silly Cow holds
his ground and the two collide, with Too Lame going through the ropes to the
outside and Brawn going over the top rope and out of the match! Too Lame
tries to crawl back inside, but Viewfind grabs him while he’s on the apron
and suplexes him over the ropes and back into the ring.
JFA: “This battle between Pulp Faction and the GPA shows no signs of slowing
down, J.”
JHA: “Just say it, J, these guys downright hate each other!”
JFA: “And it’s hard to say who’s been getting the best of the battle
overall..I’d say it’s at a stand-still.”
JHA: “Not when the GPA’s got Vin Ghostal on their side!”
Once again, the countdown winds down…and God Jinrai enters the match at #28!
The powerhouse jogs down to ringside, reaches into the ring, grabs Adolf by
the hair, and heaves him over the top rope and out, just like that! The Big
Ragebowski tries to intercept him, but Jinrai blocks a right hand, nails
Mirage with a headbutt, then kicks him in the midsection and drops an elbow
onto his back. As Jinrai unleashes his rage, UPF suddenly frees himself from
Deathscream and stands toe-to-toe with the D-Next sympathizer, the two fan
favorites staring each other down. Deathscream cuts the confrontation short,
however, when he throws a dropkick at Jinrai’s knee, cutting it out from
under him! The big man falls to the mat, and Deathscream leaps to the top
rope and drops an elbow over Jinrai’s throat! UPF puts the boots to Jinrai
and, surprisingly, shares a high-five with Deathscream! When UPF bends to
bring Jinrai to his feet, however, Deathscream nails UPF from behind! UPF
turns around with wide eyes, then begins unloading lefts and rights on
Deathscream’s jaw! Deathscream falls back into the ropes, and UPF hits him
with a clothesline that sends him over the top, but when Deathscream lands on
the apron, UPF throws a dropkick that knocks Deathscream off the apron and
out! Getting back to his feet, Jinrai charges forward and grabs UPF around
the throat, then begins to choke him out. Just then, Viewfind seizes the
opportunity and lunges forward, knocking both superstars over the ropes and
out!!!
JFA: “Unbelievable! One move from Viewfind, and Jinrai and UPF are both outta
here!”
JHA: “That could change the whole Royal Rumble!”
JFA: “That it could…UPF and Jinrai were both on many experts’ favorites
lists, and Viewfind has pulled off a miracle here!”
As Jinrai and UPF lay on the floor, the curtains part and Professor Smooth
enters the match at #29. Having returned from a long hiatus, Smooth climbs
into the ring and engages Plasmodium, poking him in the eye before flattening
him with a bodyslam. Plas bounces back up, but Smooth chops him back, then
scores with a German suplex. On the outside, Jinrai and UPF rise to their
feet holding their heads, and Jinrai immediately points to the ring and
blames UPF for their elimination! UPF points a finger at Jinrai and pokes him
in the chest accusingly, and Jinrai takes exception and nails UPF with a
right hand! UPF stumbles back, and the two begin brawling on the arena floor!
Referees and officials swoop in and separate the two, and the tension builds
as the two men leave the arena with a hoard of AWF officials between them!
JFA: “UPF and Jinrai nose to nose! I’ve never seen either man so intense!”
JHA: “What a miracle! Viewfind’s a genius!”
JFA: “And I’m really surprised that Jinrai isn’t directing his rage at
Viewfind. It was Viewfind’s gang…”
JHA: “What do you mean, gang? They’re an organization!”
JFA: “Like I said, gang, that put Jinrai in the hospital in the first place.”
JHA: “He had it coming!”
Looking to the clock once again, the curtains part for #30….and it’s Prowl?!
The third GPA man to enter the match immediately seeks out Viewfind, who’s
currently on the mat taking boots from Y3Blaster. Prowl grabs Blaster by the
hair and hits him with an Edge-o-Matic, knocking him goofy. Helping Viewfind
to his feet, the two GPA men rush across the ring and attack Silly Cow with a
vengeance. They heave him into the ropes and try for a double-clothesline,
but Silly Cow ducks the move and scores with a flying clothesline of his
own!!! As Silly Cow goes on the attack, however, Unicron and Divebomb
suddenly rush to ringside and, as Silly Cow hits the ropes, Unicron hits him
with a steel chair!!! Silly Cow stumbles forward into Viewfind, who hits him
with a Philly Pimp Drop! Viewfind and Prowl team to throw Silly Cow over the
ropes onto the apron, but Too Lame will not go quietly! Clinging to the
bottom rope for dear life, Silly Cow fights for his life as Viewfind and
Prowl lean through the ropes, trying to push Too Lame out of the match.
Unfortunately for Silly Cow, Unicron and Divebomb rush over and start beating
on him, trying to help the GPA cause! The referees intervene and try to pull
Unicron and Divebomb away, but the two GPA men won’t release their grip!
Finally, Unicron picks up the steel chair and, as his teammates part the
seas, he dents it over Silly Cow’s head and smiles as Cow’s grip on the
bottom rope releases and he falls to the floor, finally eliminated! Viewfind
and Prowl celebrate and return to the match, but Unicron and Divebomb are not
through. Fighting through a crowd of protesting officials, Unicron and
Divebomb drag Cow onto the steel ramp, and Unicron picks up the chair again
and dents it even further over Too Lame’s skull! Blood squirts from the
former European Champion’s head as he crumples to the mat; the wound is only
worsened when Unicron hoists Too Lame into position for a piledriver.
Divebomb stands back, then grabs Too Lame’s feet and drives him downward in a
hideous spike piledriver on the steel ramp!!!
JFA: “Jesus Christ!!! My god, no!!! This is inhumane!!”
JHA: “I think I just heard Silly Cow’s neck snap on that steel!!”
JFA: “The GPA has sunk lower than ever here…they may have just ended Silly
Cow’s career! And for God’s sake, they’re laughing about it!”
Leaving Silly Cow a bloody mess on the ramp, Unicron and Divebomb raise each
other’s hands in triumph. Just then, however, the curtains part….and here
comes Redstreak wielding a kendo stick!!! Redstreak nails Unicron over the
head with the stick, then ducks a Divebomb clothesline and shatters the stick
over the NWA man’s head!!! As the crowd roars, Redstreak, limping badly on
the knee damaged earlier by Vin Ghostal, stumbles down to the ring, climbs
inside, and nails Viewfind with a spear! As the crowd explodes, Redstreak
waits as Viewfind gets to his feet, then knocks him over the top rope and
out! His celebration doesn’t last long, however, before Prowl swoops in and
nails Redstreak with a kick to the knee, taking out his bad wheel. Prowl
grabs Redstreak by the knee and drives it into the mat, and continues to
stomp away until Y3Blaster nails him with a double-axehandle and breaks
things up.
Currently in the ring: Mr. Reilly (13) Stone Cold Skywarp (14), Mirage
(18), Redstreak (22), Y3Blaster (25), Plasmodium (27), Professor Smooth (29),
Prowl? (30)
With seven men in the ring and an eighth underneath, the horn sounds yet
again, and the final ten participants to enter begin with Turbo Charger at
#31. Jogging to the ring, the would-be superhero removes his cape and hands
it to a lucky fan at ringside, then climbs inside and goes right after
Plasmodium. Fighting Plas over to the ropes, Turbo whips Plas across, then nails him with a dropkick.Bouncing up, Turbo goes for a hurricanrana, but Plas catches him in midair and drops him in a standing powerbomb. Meanwhile, Professor Smooth hangs in
for dear life as Stone Cold Skywarp tries to elevate him over the ropes.
Across the ring, Blaster tries to help the badly damaged Redstreak to his
feet, but as the Foundation partners gain a moment’s rest, Prowl suddenly
mounts the turnbuckles, flies across the ring, and nails both men with a
double-dropkick! Meanwhile, the cameras dart down to ringside, where Mr.
Reilly momentarily pokes his head out from underneath the ring to see what’s
going on, then immediately ducks back out of view!
JFA: “Damn him! Somebody needs to get a referee’s attention to what Reilly’s
doing.”
JHA: “Look, Mr. Reilly could be hurt. He deserves a rest.”
Just then, cameras cut backstage and find a gang of EMT’s and AWF officials
pushing Silly Cow on a stretcher through the parking lot to a waiting
ambulance, its lights flashing.
JFA: “I don’t…oh no, this is bad. This is very bad. Silly Cow’s face is a
shattered mess.”
JHA: “And they’ve got that neck brace in place…how bad do you think it is?”
JFA: “I couldn’t even begin to guess…let’s just hope that that neck brace
is precautionary only. This is a damn tragedy, and you have to think that
Commissioner Game is going to have something to say about the GPA’s actions
here tonight.”
JHA: “You know, J, this is a violent sport, and we see injuries every day,
but you really hate to see this.”
As the broadcast watches the ambulance lock up and leave, cameras return to
the ring as the buzzer sounds for #32…and The Lock explodes into view!!!
Jogging down to the ring as he greets his countless fans, the Australian
co-Tag Team Champion slides into the ring and attacks, grabbing Smooth by the
hair and nailing him with a short clothesline. Smooth stumbles back to his
feet, but Lock heaves him into the air and scores with the Dinobot Slam!
Smooth can barely stand as The Lock grabs him by the hair and heaves him over
the ropes and out! Fighting for his GPA friends, Prowl swoops in and lowers
the boom on The Lock, then heaves him into a corner and unleashes the fury of
his Ho Train, flattening Lock in the corner with a big splash. Across the
ring, Plasmodium heaves Turbo Charger into the ropes, and when Turbo Charger
goes for a cross-bodyblock, Plas dives out of the way and Turbo Charger sails
all the way over the top rope and out of the match!
JFA: “And the AWF’s local super-hero is outta here!”
JHA: “Who cares…the guy’s a nut anyway…”
As the counter returns to zero, Unicron emerges into view at #33! The crowd
unleashes a chorus of boos at the man most responsible for putting Silly Cow
in that ambulance, and the towering GPA man smiles, enjoying every ounce of
hate the crowd can unleash. Just as Unicron reaches the ring, he watches and
smiles as Prowl boots The Lock in the midsection and runs the ropes. However,
as Prowl tries for a pump-handle slam, The Lock suddenly reverses it and
positions Prowl for a Dinobot Slam! Before he can execute it, however,
Unicron dashes in and takes out The Lock’s leg, saving Prowl from certain
injury. As Prowl and Unicron put the boots to The Lock, Y3Blaster suddenly
swoops in and saves his Foundation teammate, bashing Prowl and Unicron’s
heads together. Blaster pushes Prowl into the corner and begins unleashing
lefts and rights while a badly-limping Redstreak cold-cocks the enormous
Unicron. Unicron only smiles, however, wraps his hand around Redstreak’s
throat, and chokeslams him into the mat!
Once again, the horn sounds…and Quick Switch bursts into view! The Rumble’s 34th entry emerges to a very positive crowd reaction despite the long losing streak he and his partner have endured. Saluting the crowd, Quick Switch slides into the ring, then goes right after Stone Cold Skywarp! Switch nails Skywarp with three big chops, then heaves him into the ropes and scores with a flying clothesline! Skywarp bounces back up and tries for a right hand, but Switch blocks it, boots Skywarp in the midsection, and nails him with a Fame-asser! Quick Switch goes to heave out the crowd favorite, but Skywarp is able to grab the middle rope and keep himself inside the ring. At the same
moment, Plasmodium tries to rush forward and catch Quick Switch by surprise,
but the R Trio teammate ducks his shoulder and sends Plasmodium over the top
rope and out!
JFA: “Quick Switch making an instant impact here!”
JHA: “I know a lotta people that’ll be happy if he can get Skywarp out of
there.”
JFA: “Doesn’t look like it’s going to happen, at least not right now.
Skywarp with a kick below the belt, and he’s back in the match.”
As Skywarp fights back against Quick Switch, Mirage and Prowl team up and start putting the boots to the fallen Redstreak, who looks absolutely exhausted because of the earlier beating suffered at the hands of Vin Ghostal. Mirage holds Red down and exposes his damaged knee as Prowl rears back and starts laying down the boots until Blaster comes flying in and nails Prowl with a huge flying forearm! As Blaster tries to shove Prowl out of the match, the buzzer sounds again...and RCOSD emerges as #35! Smiling evilly, RCOSD sprints to the ring uncharacteristically quickly, then strolls across the ring and stands over the fallen Redstreak, grinning from ear to ear. Getting Redstreak to his feet, RCOSD picks him up by the leg, then slams him knee first into the mat! As the crowd grimaces, RCOSD pulls Redstreak to a corner, then wraps his legs around the corner post. Pulling the tape off of his wrists, RCOSD vigorously wraps the tape around Red’s ankles, binding his legs together! Before any referees can intervene, RCOSD walks over, grabs a steel chair, and bashes it into Red’s exposed knee, crushing the leg between the chair and the steel post! The audience explodes in disgust as RCOSD pulls Red’s kneepad out of the way, then bashes it again with the chair!!!
JFA: “My god! My good god! Red’s leg is BROKEN! It HAS to be broken!”
JHA: “They’re gonna need the EMT’s for him twice in one night! I love it!”
JFA: “First Ghostal, and now this. The referees finally pulling that damned RCOSD away from Red...and Red is hurt bad...”
Clutching his knee in pain, Red remains in the corner as the referees try to free his legs. As that happens and RCOSD climbs back into the ring, the buzzer sounds and D-Extreme emerges at #37! Flipping off the crowd, D-Extreme climbs inside and goes right after The Lock as he grapples with Unicron in the corner. Pulling Lock back, D-Extreme nails him with an Edge-O-Matic, but his offense is cut short when Unicron grabs him around the throat and chokeslams him into the mat! Mirage tries to rush to his cWo partner’s aid, but Unicron grabs Mirage around the throat and nails HIM with a chokeslam as well! Meanwhile, Stone Cold Skywarp sees RCOSD working over a fallen Redstreak and hits the ground running, nailing RCOSD with a Lou Thesz press! As Skywarp pounds RCOSD with lefts and rights, Prowl sees an opening, grabs Skywarp by the hair from behind, and nails him with a spinning DDT! The clock winds down to 0, and the curtains part…for Sean O’Con!!! Entering
at #37, the HeartBrend Kid jogs down to ringside, runs around the ring, lifts
the apron cover, and crawls under the ring!
JFA: “Why in the hell…”
JHA: “The O’Con’s a coward! He wants to run and hide!”
JFA: “ I don’t think so…”
After a few moments, Sean emerges from underneath the ring…dragging Mr.
Reilly behind him! Reilly kicks and fights with all his might, but Sean only smiles, then turns Reilly onto his back and drives a boot into Reilly’s groin on the floor! The O’Con has to leave Reilly for dead on the floor, however, when Prowl reaches through the ropes, grabs Sean by the hair, and drags him inside. Freeing himself from Mirage, Blaster slides to the outside, grabs Reilly, and heaves him onto the Spanish announce table, and before anyone can stop him, Blaster piledrives Reilly straight through the table!!! Leaving Reilly for dead, Blaster climbs back inside, then eyes Prowl? as he grapples with Sean O’Con and dropkicks him over the top rope and out!!!
As Prowl topples over the ropes, the horn sounds again...and Wolfang enters the match at #38! The crowd explodes as Wolfang jogs to ringside and goes right after Mirage, choking the cWo man into a corner. The assault only lasts a moment before D-Extreme rushes over and nails Wolfang with a big side-suplex. Wolfang bounces up, avoids a D-Extreme clothseline, and catches him with a big boot to the face. Meanwhile, Redstreak lies face down on the mat, clutching his knee in pain. Unicron smiles over the fallen former Hardcore Champion and pushes him into a corner, then stuffs his boot right into Red’s throat, choking him out.
The buzzer sounds for #39....and Lord Claypool emerges!!! Making his triumphant return to the ring, Claypool gains a very mixed reaction from the crowd as he slides into the ring and comes face to face with D-Extreme. Claypool appeals to the crowd, and D-Extreme points to his own cWo t-shirt, then starts hugging Claypool. The former Heavyweight Champion’s face suddenly turns to disgust, and the crowd roars as Clay buries a knee into D-Extreme’s midsection, then heaves him over the top rope and out of the match! Clay’s assault is cut short, however, when RCOSD swoops in and nails him with a double-axehandle to the back, slowing him down. Meanwhile, Unicron continues to choke Redstreak, Stone Cold Skywarp grapples with Quick Switch, Sean O’Con begins to put the boots to an exhausted Mirage, and Y3Blaster and The Lock team to work over Wolfang.
The crowd counts down the final ten seconds....and the last entry at #40....is Jetfire!!!!! Jetfire sprints down to ringside, slides into the ring, grabs Wolfang and nails him with a huge powerbomb! As Wolfang stumbles back to his feet, Jetfire boots him in the midsection, positions him for a second powerbomb, and powerbombs him all the way over the top rope and out of the ring onto the arena floor!!! As Jetfire stands triumphant in the center of the ring, The Lock steps up to face him, and a strange sense of deja vu ensues as the two men stare each other down in a memorable moment!
Currently in the ring: Mr. Reilly (13) Stone Cold Skywarp (14), Mirage
(18), Redstreak (22), Y3Blaster (25), The Lock (32), Unicron (33), Quick Switch (34), RCOSD (35), Sean O’Con (37), Lord Claypool (39), Jetfire (40)
The Lock and Jetfire both look to the crowd, and the Atlantic City crowd is on its feet as both men suddenly begin exchanging lefts and rights!!! Jetfire heaves Lock into the ropes, but Lock avoids a clothesline and scores with a spinning DDT! Getting Jetfire to his feet, Lock positions Jetfire for a Dinobot Slam, but as he moves over to the ropes, RCOSD suddenly sneaks up and grabs Lock’s legs, flipping both men over the ropes and out!!! RCOSD smiles down at the fallen tag team legends, only to turn around and be met by a Lou Thesz press from Stone Cold Skywarp!!! Skywarp continues to drive lefts and rights into RCOSD’s face as the nine final men in the match continue to battle it out, with the tenth lying in a heap on the outside. Quick Switch tries to sneak up on Skywarp and nail him from behind, but Skywarp senses it coming, drives a boot into Switch’s midsection, and nails him with the Stunner! Skywarp then grabs Switch and sends him over the top rope and out of the match!
Across the ring, Y3Blaster pulls Unicron off of the fallen, exhausted Redstreak and heaves him into the ropes, then nails him with a dropkick to the knee! As Unicron stumbles backward, Blaster tries to shove him over the ropes, but the big man is too strong. As the two struggle, however, Mirage suddenly sneaks up and dumps both men over the ropes and out! Amazingly in since #18, Mirage smiles smugly down at his victims until he turns around and is met with a big clothesline from the HeartBrend Kid!!! Seeing an opportunity, Lord Claypool slides to the outside and grabs the fallen Mr. Reilly, then heaves him back into the ring. Across the ring, RCOSD finds his fallen rival Redstreak laying on the apron and heaves him into the ropes, then follows him in with a clothesline. The move knocks Red over the ropes, but Red lands on his feet, grabs RCOSD by the hair, and drags him over the ropes and out!!! As soon as RCOSD hits the floor, however, he bounces back up onto the apron, grabs Red by the hair, and drags HIM out with him!!!! Despite his injuries, Redstreak bounces back to his feet, and the two men start brawling on the floor!!!
Inside the ring, Skywarp shoves Reilly aside, then nails Claypool with a thunderous Stunner!!! Skywarp immediately bounces back to his feet and grabs Reilly by the throat, then heaves him over the ropes and out of the match!!! Immediately, Skywarp turns his attention to Clay and starts trying to shove him over the ropes and out. What everyone doesn’t notice, however, is that the referees, desperately trying to separate Redstreak and RCOSD on the outside, don’t see Reilly hit the floor! Garnering what little strength he has left, Reilly slides back inside and, grabbing Skywarp from behind, deposits both he and Claypool out of the ring!!! Across the ring, Sean O’Con steps back and nails Mirage with the Sweet Chin Music, knocking him clear over the ropes and out!!! Before he can even turn, however, Reilly grabs him by the tights and shoves him over the ropes and out!!!! The referees see everything go down and call for the bell, and Mr. Reilly raises his hands in victory!!!!!
JFA: “WHAT IN THE HELL?!?!?!!? WHAT IN THE HELL WAS THAT?!??”
JHA: “That was clean!!! I don’t think Mr. Reilly’s feet hit the floor!!!”
JFA: “Don’t give me that, he was LAYING on the floor!!! They can’t let this happen! They just can’t!!!”
RA: “Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please. The winner...of the 2003 Royal Rumble.....MR. REILLY!!!!!!”
JFA: “THIS IS A DAMN ATROCITY!!! It’s not right!!!”
JHA: “Mr. Reilly did it! He did it! He’s going to ArchiveMania!!!”
JFA: “And Stone Cold Skywarp is furious!!!! Here he comes....look out Reilly...Stunner! Stunner! Stunner!”
JHA: “It doesn’t matter!!!”
JFA: “I can’t believe it....and I don’t want to believe it....but Mr. Reilly...has won...the Royal Rumble!!! Mr. Reilly...is going....to ArchiveMania!!!!”
*fade to black*
Oh it is so past time for you to get yours, Ghostal...you may very well have cost me that spot at Mania, which only goes to prove your cowardice. I've yet to see you put that title up against me, man to man...or are you afraid? Cuz it sure appears that you think two beatings aren't quite enough...
This isn't over. Before you face the (ex)Commish, you'll haveta face me...and unlike him, I'm not gonna be so easy for you to beat down...and that title's gonna be mine, like it should be.
*Evil-eyes the camera, then walks slowly away*
This isn't over. Before you face the (ex)Commish, you'll haveta face me...and unlike him, I'm not gonna be so easy for you to beat down...and that title's gonna be mine, like it should be.
*Evil-eyes the camera, then walks slowly away*
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Bombshell
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Well, looks like I gots a few words to say...
Cyberstrike: Well, man...after the beating that we took, I think we know what went wrong. I didn't want you in this tag match because I wanted to keep you out of it. But G91 had to force us together, not knowing of what I had planned up. I didn't know what to do about the situation. But what's done is done. Now we gotta move on towards more important things...
TC: *rips apart cWo shirt, revealing the new "Mad Bomber: Rockin' all night and Rollin' every day" T-Shirt.
Consider this my resignation from the cWo. Why the hell should I remain in a stable where the leader can't do a simple job such as "Whip Ghostal's Ass?" I mean, it's not that hard. If Cyberstrike knows what's best, he'll come with me.
CompuFire: Don't forget I forgot about you two pansies. I've gotta deal with Stoned Old Skywarp, but when I'm done, don't think that I'll forget about you too.
Reilly: How the f*ck did you win the Rumble?! Well, it won't matter. Ghostal vs.Reilly @ Archivemania is probably the only time that you'll see me rooting for Ghostal.
Cyberstrike: Well, man...after the beating that we took, I think we know what went wrong. I didn't want you in this tag match because I wanted to keep you out of it. But G91 had to force us together, not knowing of what I had planned up. I didn't know what to do about the situation. But what's done is done. Now we gotta move on towards more important things...
TC: *rips apart cWo shirt, revealing the new "Mad Bomber: Rockin' all night and Rollin' every day" T-Shirt.
Consider this my resignation from the cWo. Why the hell should I remain in a stable where the leader can't do a simple job such as "Whip Ghostal's Ass?" I mean, it's not that hard. If Cyberstrike knows what's best, he'll come with me.
CompuFire: Don't forget I forgot about you two pansies. I've gotta deal with Stoned Old Skywarp, but when I'm done, don't think that I'll forget about you too.
Reilly: How the f*ck did you win the Rumble?! Well, it won't matter. Ghostal vs.Reilly @ Archivemania is probably the only time that you'll see me rooting for Ghostal.
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Blaster_86
The Camera comes to Blaster who is back stage throwing stuff around and smashing anything he can find turning to face the Camera.
Y3B: Mirage you little putrid assclown me and you Next Mayhem. I'll get you somewhere that sneaking up behind me and throwing me over the top rope doesn't equal a win but me LOOK OUT AND SHOUT kicking your ass and getting the three count does.
Y3B: Mirage you little putrid assclown me and you Next Mayhem. I'll get you somewhere that sneaking up behind me and throwing me over the top rope doesn't equal a win but me LOOK OUT AND SHOUT kicking your ass and getting the three count does.
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Grimlock
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Well despite the fact that piece of trash RCOSD came up from behind and eliminated The Lock from the Royal Rumble, the night was still good because The Lock and King retained their titles. So because The Lock and King are still champs, The Lock is going to sing a celebration song reflecting on the night for all the fans of The Lock and King.
AHEM! *Clears throat*
We're not ballin'
We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'
We holding onto what's GOLDEN!
And on the stage I rage and I'm rollin'
We're not balling
Or shot calling
We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'
We holding onto what's GOLDEN!
And on the stage I rage and I'm rollin'
It also seems that CompuFire might have something to say about the Tag-Team champions as well...
Anyway The Lock is outta here so he can go back to celebrating.
If Ya Smell What The Lock Is Cookin'
AHEM! *Clears throat*
We're not ballin'
We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'
We holding onto what's GOLDEN!
And on the stage I rage and I'm rollin'
We're not balling
Or shot calling
We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'
We holding onto what's GOLDEN!
And on the stage I rage and I'm rollin'
It also seems that CompuFire might have something to say about the Tag-Team champions as well...
Anyway The Lock is outta here so he can go back to celebrating.
If Ya Smell What The Lock Is Cookin'
"Among those fans there's at least one guy for whom you're a hero. He saved money to see you! That's what I did. I played for that guy." - Bruce Springsteen (1987)
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Quick Switch
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OOC: Great writing! The writing really can bring out the emotions of the matches and everything! Seeing Reilly win was just like "Aw no, that's messed up" and so on. Great stuff!
Pulp Faction has one thing to say to the GPA.
Get your asses in the ring and pray...PRAY that we show you enough mercy so that you can walk under your own power afterwards.
Cause after what happened to Silly Cow, you guys called down the thunder and lemme tell the GPA something.
You know why lightning never strikes the same place twice? Cause there ain't nothing left to strike again.
Same with the GPA. After we get some payback for Cow, the GPA will never be the same.
And you can take that to the bank.
It's time the GPA learned it's lesson.
Pulp Faction has one thing to say to the GPA.
Get your asses in the ring and pray...PRAY that we show you enough mercy so that you can walk under your own power afterwards.
Cause after what happened to Silly Cow, you guys called down the thunder and lemme tell the GPA something.
You know why lightning never strikes the same place twice? Cause there ain't nothing left to strike again.
Same with the GPA. After we get some payback for Cow, the GPA will never be the same.
And you can take that to the bank.
It's time the GPA learned it's lesson.
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Sixswitch
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Wow wow wow wow wow there just a minute Y3B. Seems to me that Old Crustybowski screwed me out of my Rumble win too. Makes me really, really p'd off. But not as p'd off as I was when I watched that lowlife scumsucker O'Reilly win the whole damn thing.
Now that it seems that ThunderTurd is so inept as to not be able to beat Vinny, something that the record will show that I did on Mayhem, I've as much right as anyone to lay claim to be the next Number 1 contender. So what do you say, Vinny Casper? Are you running scared of the Welsh Wonder? Or do you have the testicular fortitude to step up to the plate?
Better yet, maybe I'll accept the Holla Philly Pimp-mummy's little Prowl? on a pole match first. Go through him to get to you... Sounds like a good ol' laugh a minute to me.
-Ss
Now that it seems that ThunderTurd is so inept as to not be able to beat Vinny, something that the record will show that I did on Mayhem, I've as much right as anyone to lay claim to be the next Number 1 contender. So what do you say, Vinny Casper? Are you running scared of the Welsh Wonder? Or do you have the testicular fortitude to step up to the plate?
Better yet, maybe I'll accept the Holla Philly Pimp-mummy's little Prowl? on a pole match first. Go through him to get to you... Sounds like a good ol' laugh a minute to me.
-Ss
I found God. Then I lost him. He'll probably turn up down the back of the sofa someday.
"The early bird gets the worm, but the early worm is ****ed."
"I'm not oppressing you Stan, but you haven't got a womb. Where's the fetus going to gestate? You going to keep it in a box?"
Originally posted by Strafe
Get your asses in the ring and pray...PRAY that we show you enough mercy so that you can walk under your own power afterwards.
Cause after what happened to Silly Cow, you guys called down the thunder and lemme tell the GPA something.
Damn straight!. I think it's about time QS and The Mat Man finished off one of your "tag teams." If any two of you pieces of donkey dung think that you're ready to face us, bring it on.
QS and The Mat have grown tired of the cheap shots. Why don't we make it a tornado tag match to make sure everything on the level? Or would that not be to your liking, given that you wouldn't have a 4 man advantage?
After we're done taking out that trash, then maybe we can turn out sites to the gold.
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Quick Switch
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Originally posted by Quick Switch
I heartily concur with my friend Nmat.
We await your response to our very fair proposition.
We'll NEVER hear a resonse to a "fair proposition" because they know that in a fair fight, they get their asses handed to them. I expect them to either chicken out, or find some pathetic excuse. But still...
We're waiting...
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Quick Switch
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Blaster_86
Originally posted by Sixswitch
Wow wow wow wow wow there just a minute Y3B. Seems to me that Old Crustybowski screwed me out of my Rumble win too. Makes me really, really p'd off. But not as p'd off as I was when I watched that lowlife scumsucker O'Reilly win the whole damn thing.
Oh that pissed me off too but you know what? I am gonna crap out of this whore buying, viagra using, swedish penis enlarger using assclown Mirage I am going after my title and THIRD yes THIRD title reign! I'll be the youngest three time champ EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVER! And all I have too do is beat Commander Assclown.
What will make it so muh sweeter then being the youngest to do it is being the first person to do it, not sitting in the Shadow of the game always beating me too it.
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ThE_FrAG_MaN
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OOC: That's some damn fine, professional writing!
IC: I call out Prowl?'s hunk of man, - Divebomb! I was hoping to tear a peice from Prowl?'s bitch in the royal rumble but sadly it couldn't manage to stay in the ring. Since It will be a while before Prowl? will get of his fat dumb ass and fight me, I'll have to get his attention by beating his boyfriend! Prowl?, this ones for you!
IC: I call out Prowl?'s hunk of man, - Divebomb! I was hoping to tear a peice from Prowl?'s bitch in the royal rumble but sadly it couldn't manage to stay in the ring. Since It will be a while before Prowl? will get of his fat dumb ass and fight me, I'll have to get his attention by beating his boyfriend! Prowl?, this ones for you!
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Ravage
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First off great job writers next up.
Whoa whoa whoa everyone, I get Mirage's ass first, and I don't mean that in the way I bet he hopes.
I am sick of being ****ed over every time by this bitch, I'll tell everyone in the back this I get the belt, you guys can have Mirage and I will take all challengers but I want Mirage's hide.
In fact G91 can I plan have a falls count right here match for the title, Mirage does not like it **** HIM! 3 Times I have been screwed by the coward I want his blood!
Big Daddy Rav in tha house!
Whoa whoa whoa everyone, I get Mirage's ass first, and I don't mean that in the way I bet he hopes.
I am sick of being ****ed over every time by this bitch, I'll tell everyone in the back this I get the belt, you guys can have Mirage and I will take all challengers but I want Mirage's hide.
In fact G91 can I plan have a falls count right here match for the title, Mirage does not like it **** HIM! 3 Times I have been screwed by the coward I want his blood!
Big Daddy Rav in tha house!
The bunnies, they give me knowledge it is neat.
The only necessity for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.
The only necessity for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.
Originally posted by Strafe
It's time the GPA learned it's lesson.
Yo dawg, we gots our lesson under our belts....
We realized our problem.......
We just too damm fly for you bustas!
So hows about you go and look else where for justification of your pathetic little faction, you know every time you come down lookin fer da GPA we gonna make you look like little girls and weak foos....
Viewfind has beaten yer ass too many times fer the Hardcore title,
NWA has beaten Qswitch and Nmat,
And Unicron took silly cows face to a new level of ugly with his piledriver (not an easy feat)
you have been *STAMP* certified, 100% owned by da GPA.
Now that little road bump is done wit, no more screwin around, da NWA is officially comin fer those damm tag title belts, Lock and King, you betta polish those babies up, cause they soon gonna be around our waists, and everyone and their cousins know that da GPA always got mad flash.
WE
ARE
COMING......
HOLLA!!!
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P R O W L ?
I support Todd Bertuzzi
start climbing that sh*t rope...
http://maddox.xmission.com/
OOC: Ultra-awesome match to the writing staff. Cripes... this was just - incredible. From the screen shot details at the begining to the last man standing at the end. Just - wow.
IC:
A good shower and some anti-jock itch stuff ought to clear that right up there.
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HE won? He won?! *crunches a beer can in a hand*
Of all people... of all the bloomin' pansy, floor moppin', whining, ho...ld it......... *scowls* HBK should've won that. He had that wrapped up.
And Zarak... what goes around- or over the ropes, comes around eventually, and she won't be taken twice.
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Strafe, well fought.
IC:
Originally posted by Prowl?
Yo dawg, we gots our lesson under our belts....
We realized our problem.......
A good shower and some anti-jock itch stuff ought to clear that right up there.
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HE won? He won?! *crunches a beer can in a hand*
Of all people... of all the bloomin' pansy, floor moppin', whining, ho...ld it......... *scowls* HBK should've won that. He had that wrapped up.
And Zarak... what goes around- or over the ropes, comes around eventually, and she won't be taken twice.
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Strafe, well fought.
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Blaster_86
Originally posted by Ravage
First off great job writers next up.
Whoa whoa whoa everyone, I get Mirage's ass first, and I don't mean that in the way I bet he hopes.
I am sick of being ****ed over every time by this bitch, I'll tell everyone in the back this I get the belt, you guys can have Mirage and I will take all challengers but I want Mirage's hide.
In fact G91 can I plan have a falls count right here match for the title, Mirage does not like it **** HIM! 3 Times I have been screwed by the coward I want his blood!
Listen Assclown I don't care how many times he has screwed you, how he screwed you in what positions you two did it in. He cost me my AWF title show and for that I am going to give him a couple of shots. I don't care if you want him if Sixswitch wants him I get him and that is how it works.