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AWF Redemption
2nd March 2003; The Sundome, Tampa, Florida

For some, the pursuit of glory is all-consuming. They work hard and battle with all their worth to achieve their goals.

And have it snatched away.

For all those who have been cheated, for all those who have been betrayed, for all those denied their chance at glory, there will be one more chance.

There will be the opportunity…

For Redemption.

The pyro’s hit and we are LIVE!! from the Sundome in Tampa Bay, Florida and exclusive on TFA Network!

Four Corners Elimination Match:
Blood & Thunder vs. The NWA vs. CompuFire vs. Windcharger & Strafe

JFA: And what a match to start off Redemption. Four of the AWF's top teams vying for the right to face the Tag Team Champions at ArchiveMania II.
JHA: The hot money's on the NWA, Jay. P and Divebomb are the flyest, nigga.
JFA: You can't say that.
JHA: If Homeslice can say it, I can say it.

"Dare" begins to blast as the team of Computron and Jetfire come through the curtains, making their first PPV appearance as a tag team in months, and the crowd explodes for their appearance to start the show! Next to the ring, coming down to the sounds of "Repeat", are Windcharger and Strafe, two of Pulp Faction's top stars. Hot on their heels, amidst the blaring sounds of "Motown Junk" are the team of Wolfang and the reigning AWF European Champion, Black Zarak. The three teams then clear the ring as "The Immigrant Song" begins to blare, the smoke fills the stage, and Divebomb and P (the NWA) appear on the stage, pimped out more than ever.

JHA: Come on, Jay, how can you look at those guys and think anyone else has a chance?
JFA: Quite easily, actually. Divebomb and, er, P...sliding into the ring now, and it looks like we're ready to kick things off. Each team taking a corner, and it looks like, yes, it will be Wolfang and Computron starting things off. Computron, cinching in a headlock. Whips him into the ropes and....catches him coming across with a shoulderblock. Computron, off the ropes again...and a tomahawk chop to the head! Wolfang back up, and another chop! Wolfang up again, and a third chop!
JHA: Since when's Computron channeling Wahoo McGee?
JFA: Stop it...Computron, bringing Wolfang to the corner...quick tag to Jetfire. These two men showing some tag team coordination here. No ring rust, it seems. CompuFire, sending Wolfang into the ropes....double-elbow and Wolfang is down. Jetfire off the ropes....big elbowdrop! A cover 1....2...and a quick kickout there by Wolfang.
JHA: Too early! I told you these guys were dumb!
JFA: Jetfire sends Wolfang into the ropes again...put his head down, telegraphed it....double-arm DDT by Wolfang! And quickly over to his corner...makes the tag to Zarak! Zarak coming in like a house afire, rigth hand! Another! Whips him into the ropes...big back-bodydrop! Jetfire back up....oh no! Zarak with a hand around the throat....sends him up and sends him down in the chokeslam! A cover 1....2.....and Jetfire kicks out. Zarak sends Jetfire....no, Jetfire reverses...Zarak off the ropes....big belly-to-belly by Jetfire! And a second as he gets back up! Jetfire over to the corner....and quickly tags Windcharger.
JHA: Now this could be interesting!
JFA: Windcharger and Zarak, two men whose careers have largely revolved around the European Championship, ready to square off. A tie-up in the center of the rnig...Zarak slips it into a headlock. The reigning European Champion, slings Windy into the ropes...misses a clothesline....El Paso Del Marte! Windcharger just hit the big flying forearm! A cover gets 1.....2......and broken up by Wolfang!
JHA: He almost had him!
JFA: It could have been three...Both men back up again, Zarak sends Windcharger into the ropes...cross-bodyblock! A cover gets 1.....2....and a kickout by Windy. Both men back up...quick toe-kick by Zarak...could it be the Black Death? No, reversed by Windy into a back-bodydrop! Here comes Wolfang....and Strafe picks him off! Strafe with a toe kick....and a clothesline all the way over the top and out! Wolfang out here on the floor right in front of us....and now Windcharger and Strafe rushing across the ring......double dropkick by Windcharger on the NWA! Double dropkick by Strafe on CompuFire! And all four men are knocked off the apron! And now Windcharger and Strafe alone with the European Champion....Strafe calling for the Ivory Tower! Positions him, sends him into the air....wait! What's Windcharger doing?
JHA: He's going to the top rope! What are they gonna do!
JFA: Strafe still holding Zarak in midair.....and slams him into the mat! Windcharger coming off the ropes.....elbowdrop from the top rope! What a combination move by Pulp Faction! Windcharger with the cover...1.....2.......3!!! He got him! Blood & Thunder are outta here!

As Zarak and Wolfang collect themselves and begin to head up the aisle, an angry Jetfire steps through the ropes and comes face to face with Windcharger.

JFA: Jetfire, right up in Windcharger's face! Both these men are proud former European Champions. And here we go! Rights and lefts! Back and forth! Both men firing away! Jetfire gets the upper hand, sends Windcharger into the ropes....El Paso Del Marte! No! Jetfire dove out of the way, and Windcharger hit the mat hard and went all the way through the ropes to the outside. Wait, Jetfire, hitting the ropes....flying plancha! And both men are down!
JHA: Man oh man!
JFA: Jetfire, grabbing Windy by the hair...sends him right into the steel steps! Here comes Strafe around the ring....and he nails Jetfire with a clothesline on the floor! Here comes Computron, and a brawl's breaking out here on the floor! And look at the damn NWA! They're just standing on the apron!
JHA: Geniuses! Let these idiots beat the stuffing out of each other, the NWA's gonna be standing when it's all over!
JFA: Computron and Jetfire, looking for a double-suplex on Strafe on the floor....no! Reversed! Strafe just suplexed both men on the concrete! What a counter! Strafe rolling Windcharger back inside, and the referee putting the count on Jetfire, who's still the legal man. Jetfire, slowly getting to his feet....and Strafe heaves him back inside. Windcharger, drags Jetfire to the corner....tag to Strafe. Strafe sends him into the ropes, and a BIG sidewalk slam from the former Hardcore Champion! Strafe, going up to the top, looking for the Strafing Run!
JHA: If he hits this it's over!
JFA: Stafe, ready for his big moonsault from the top.....no!!! The damn NWA just shook the ropes, and Strafe just fell all the way to the arena floor!
JHA: What strategy!
JFA: That's not strategy, that's cheating! Windcharger charging in now....big dropkick from Computron, picking him off! And NOW the NWA decides to get involved....P rushing around the ring....he's got Strafe by the hair...face first into the security railing! Meanwhile, Jetfire heaves Windy into the ropes....and wait a minute! Divebomb grabbed his damn boot! These two have had problems ever since the Royal Rumble, let's not forget...and Windy just got nailed by Jetfire from behind! You can't turn your back on CompuFire.....could it be? Jetfire, heaving Windy into the air......Fire From the Sky! Fire From the Sky! It's gotta be over!
JHA: 1...2......3!
JFA: And I don't know for certain that Windcharger was the legal man, but the referee doesn't seem to care....Strafe and Windcharger are outta here, and we're down to CompuFire and the NWA!
JHA: I told you, Jay! Great strategy!
JFA: I have to admit, to this juncture the NWA's strategy, if you can call it that, has been highly effective. Windcharger and Strafe limping out of here, and it looks as though it will be Divebomb against Computron. Computron with a big kick to the stomach to take the instant advantage, whips him into the ropes, looking for a tomahawk chop again...Divebomb ducks it....backslide! 1....2....and it's not done! Both men right back up...and a big clothesline by Divebomb! The NWA member locking in.....a figure four! And Computron SCREAMING in pain! Computron, trying to inch to the ropes....no! He can't make it!
JHA: He's gonna tap, Jay!
JFA: He is not! Computron....trying to turn it over....and he does! Reversal! And now it's Divebomb screaming in pain!
JHA: Break the hold, referee! Have a heart!
JFA: And the hold is broken...both men limping back to their feet...off the ropes....double-clothesline and both men are down! And wait a minute....wait just a damn minute....here comes that damn Unicron...
JHA: Great! Always give me more GPA boys and not fewer!
JFA: Unicron, making his way to ringside to join his teammates. He's got no business being out here. Both men in the ring, slowly coming to their feet...and they both make the tag! P rushes in.....and nails Jetfire with a thunderous clothesline! Jetfire looked ready to go crazy, but P just may have knocked him unconscious! A cover...1.....2.....and Jetfire is outta there! Both men back to their feet...P sends Jetfire into the ropes....what in the hell?!? Unicron just pulled down the bottom rope! Damn him!
JHA: He was just trying to get his footing! It was an accident!
JFA: Jetfire fell all the way over the ropes and down to the floor and landed smack on the back of his head. He looks like he could be hurt. Oh, and what a sportsman Divebomb is....he just heaved Jetfire back inside. Divebomb, heaves Jetfire into the ropes....he tripped him! Unicron just tripped him! And the referee didn't see it! Computron, coming across to stop this...and the referee intercepting him! Referee, pushing Computron back....come on, referee! Unicron has a chair, and he's up on the apron! Turn around, referee, turn aruond!
JHA: Do it, Bomb!
JFA: Divebomb, whipping Jetfire across again.....WHAM!!! WHAM!!! Unicron just dented that chair over Jetfire's head!!!!
JHA: It's over! Referee didn't see it!
JFA: And finally the referee returning to the action...P running around the ring, and dammit, he's got a set of brass knuckles....no!!! Brass knuckles right to the back of Computron's knee!!! Comps just fell off the apron, and he's hurt bad!!! Can't anyone stop this GPA madness?
JHA: No way! It's done!
JFA: Referee, counting Jetfire's shoulders.....this is not right....1.......2......
JHA: WHAT?!?!?!?!?
JFA: The lights are out! What in the hell is going on? I can't see a thing!
JHA: It should be over!!! That was three!!!
JFA: The referee never made it to three....but the arena has gone pitch-bl....WHAT?!?
JHA: WHO IS THAT?!?
JFA: The lights back up....and the referee's out here in front of us, looking a bit shaken up....and in the ring is a man with a black and silver mask, standing toe-to-toe with Divebomb...who is this guy?!
JHA: Is that....is that Silly Cow?!
JFA: It...it is! It IS Silly Cow! Divebomb doesn't know what's just happened....Cow staring straight into his eyes....wait a minute!!! Boot to the midsection!!! Neckbreaker!!! Neckbreaker!!!
JHA: Divebomb is out!!!
JFA: Here comes Prowl....neckbreaker!!! Neckbreaker!!! The referee's still down on the outside!
JHA: This should be a disqualification!
JFA: And now Silly Cow's caught sight of Unicron! That's the man that put Cow out of action over a month ago!
JHA: Run for it, Uni!
JFA: Unicron's taking off up the aisle, and Silly Cow's chasing after him! Wait! Jetfire putting an arm over Divebomb!
JHA: No, referee, no!!! Silly Cow!!! Silly Cow!!!
JFA: He was only evening the score! 1.................2................
JHA: KICK OUT!!!
JFA: THREE! It's over! Computron and Jetfire are going to ArchiveMania!

RA: The winners of this bout....CompuFire!!!

Backstage

Keith Kincaid is stood in the locker room area, alongside Plasmodium.

KK: “Plasmodium, over the past few weeks, we’ve seen Starscreamer trying to ingratiate himself with you by trying to become your protégé. But you spurned his advances… now you have to face him in Tampa. What do you have to say on this matter?”
Plas: “To say? All I have to say is that he wanted to know how to win… now I’m gonna show him how to win. Sadly, for him, it’s going to involve losing.”

Before Kincaid can say anything more, the former Intercontinental Champion walks away, heading for the arena.

Plasmodium vs. Starscreamer
w/ CloudStrifer as special guest referee

JHA: “All right you buccaneers, you want to see some action”?
JFA: “You wanna see some excitement”?
JHA: “You wanna see high flying thrills and spills”?
JFA: “You wanna see blood and broken bones”?
JHA: “..... Then switch to another channel, because right now it’s time for the Plasmodium show”!

KMFDM’s ‘Virus’ kicks in and washes over the crowd like a tidal wave, rupturing their eardrums and destroying their cerebellums. They reciprocate by screaming as loud as they can to the barrel-chested Canadian beefcake boilerhouse barnacled brawling bestial bandit as he comes tromping and stomping down the aisle, waving a meaty fist in celebration of his arrival here at the March PPV.

JHA: “Hah! We were of course joking, Plasmodium is a solid and well respected member of the AWF...”
JFA & JHA together: “Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha”!
JFA: “ No seriously, he is. The guy has always been a favourite among people without a clue, making a big name for himself here”.
JHA: “Only because he bought that huge tarpaulin and painted his name in letters 15 feet high”.
JFA: “Yes, but putting that aside; he’s amassed sponsorship deals with hair care products and car manufacturers, not to mention his Mr. September slot in the AWF 2003 calendar, and he’s a powerful wrestler to boot, with many a win and a brilliant IC title reign to his credit”.
JHA: “I’d like to boot him”.
JFA: “Mhmm, but your personal opinions count for precisely dick these days. You rabid sell out, you”.
JHA: “Your wife, my face”.
JFA: “Water off a ducks back J, you’re nothing but a collection of cheap shots in an even cheaper suit”.

Plasmodium slides into the ring and flexes for the fans, then his face changes to that familiar business like expression as the professional mind of a highly trained athlete psyches itself up in readiness of the bloodletting.

‘Sexy Mother F*****’ by Prince raps the fans on the ears with its funk beats, and jive turkey Starscreamer struts his way through the entrance to a slightly mixed reaction, with a heavier slant on applause than cussing by the sections of enlightened crowd.

JHA: “Who that dude with the spandex and the canoe in his pocket”?
JFA: “Starscreamer”.
JHA: “Who tha man who keeps his winning streak high like a hick chick pickin up stix”?
JFA: “Starscreamer”.
JHA: “He’s a sophisticated man, and no-one understands him but his... other man”.
JFA: “John Starscreamer”.

The Atlantan with the tan, the man with the man, the style and the grace in your face; Starscreamer is all this and more. Shaking that thing like you never did see, he simply oozes sticky white love style in an altogether action packed, highly talented wrestling stylee. He slings himself into the ring and works his crowd like a pro.

Just then, Papa Roach’s ‘Last Resort’ kicks in, leaving the fans in a bemused state as Cloudstrifer makes his way to ringside.

JHA: “There’s no need for confusion humanoids, this is the one and only Cloudstrifer and he’s here tonight in a refereeing capacity”.
JFA: “Lan sakes we’d be in no amount of trouble if he was here in a wrestling one”.
JHA: “That’s right, no trouble at all. Now according to my clipboard he worships Morse code. What a strange man”.
JFA: “It says ‘Norse Gods’. Honestly J, you just will not wear those reading glasses will you. You know you’re so vain, you probably think this song is about you”.
JHA: “Just for that, I’m not gonna say another word during this match”.
JFA: “Can I have that in writing”?
JHA: “No, but for your viewing pleasure, I caught up with our special ref before we went on… this is what he had to say for himself…”

Video runs from earlier

JHA: Well we are here with Cloudstrifer commenting on his role as a referee in the match, Starscreamer vs Plasmodium. Well what would you like to tell us today?
CS: This is beyond any doubt a legal match and as such I will do everything in my power to see no cheating will go on.
JHA: So no cheating even though you and Starscreamer have a grudge aganist each other?
CS: Well, thats right. No cheating.
JHA: Are you sure?
CS: Yes I am. No Cheating will go on agianst Plas.
JHA: What about Starscreamer?
CS: ....... This interview is ****

We cut back to the arena

JFA: “Well, that was worth the videotape…”

Cloudstrifer climbs into the ring and takes position between the two men. He begins frisking them for hidden weaponry and earns a hefty slap from Starscreamer who misinterprets his intentions. The fans laugh and he rubs his cheek, then backs up and raises his hand to signal the start of the match. The bell rings and the action is underway. A waist level grapple by ‘Screamer pays instant dividends and he lifts Plasmodium high, then sprints forward with him and plants him on the turnbuckle. Plas attempts to move, and wriggles so much that the Georgian is forced instead to fall back on his secondary ‘buckle manoeuvre and hoist Plas high above his head, then drop him down hard on one knee. Plasmodium is winded and rolls doubly to avoid any second strike. Starscreamer chooses to leave him be and cavorts for the Sundome. Cloudtsrifer circles them both, his beady eyes watching every move they make, every breath they take.

Turning back to face his quarry, Starscreamer sees that Plas had made it back to his feet, though grunting heavily with his painful stomach. ‘Screamer sneers and makes a simple charge, Plasmodium avoids it and grabs his opponents tights as he shoots past, shoving him forward through the ropes and out to the other side. Starscreamer lands on the crash mat, spins, and leaps straight back in, slightly annoyed.

Hands lock, and Plas whirls him around and locks ‘Screamer’s arm up behind his back, then knees him in the small of the back making him collapse to the floor before finishing the move with a leg drop. BAM! He doubles the move BAM! Starscreamer is left clutching his throat and his spine at the same time. Plas hurries up a turnbuckle, positions himself, flies through the air and body splashes onto his foe. The damage is mounting. He floats over and goes for the pin; one... kick out!

JFA: “Plasmodium is a man ever eager for a quick pin. Sadly it didn’t work this time”.
JHA: “Man, it never works”.
JFA: “I thought you were supposed to keep your mouth shut”.
JHA: “Sorry, I got the same problem as your wife. What are you gonna do eh”?

Starscreamer rolls over to the ropes and makes use of them to pick himself up. Plas is standing in the centre, ready for more. With his red face clashing horribly with his glorious tights, ‘Screamer hurls himself forward for another assault, and again Plas grabs him and forces him down.

Plasmodium: “You must learn patience, young Padowan”.
Starscreamer: “And you gotta learn what it is to mess with me, pops”.

He shoots a massive uppercut to Plas’ jaw, knocking him silly, and then follows it up with a Russian leg sweep decking his opponent. Plasmodium is momentarily stunned and lost in another world. Starscreamer stands over him, wiping the dust from his hands.

Starscreamer: “That’s for making me cry”.

Behind him Cloudstrifer giggles. ‘Screamer’s ears prick up at the sound and he snaps around sharply.

Starscreamer: “You laughing at me, bitch”?

He strides powerfully toward him; Cloudstrifer is suddenly caught between the desire to attack, and his duty as a referee to remain impartial and clear of the combatants. Every fibre of his being wants to lash out at Starscreamer, crush his opponent under foot and scream glory to the heavens. Rendered inert by his conflicting desires, he fails to react in time as ‘Screamer grabs him and whips him across the ring into the ropes. As Cloud flies back, Starscreamer leaps into the air, performing a fantastic flying roundhouse that knocks Cloudstrifer clear across the ring to land in a heap on top of the dazed Plas. The bell rings to signal the end of the match and the ring announcer declares to one and all Starscreamer’s disqualification for hitting a ref, but the man himself is not about to leave the ring. He dashes to the opposite turnbuckle and climbs up.

At that moment, Plas is pushing the heavy weight of Cloudstrifer off him, and the two sit next to each other, dazed and confused. Starscreamer waves with both hands to the crowd, motioning for them to cheer up a storm, and they do so, as he launches himself confidently from his tiny platform, and flies through the air like an incredibly fashionable gazelle to deliver a spectacular two footed spinning air bomb to the heads of both men, knocking them out cold.

JHA: “Oh my god! Did you see that? Did you see what ‘Screamer just did”?
JFA: “You don’t need glasses to see he just destroyed both men in one foul swoop”.
JHA: “Well, two or three foul swoops really”.
JFA: “And this DQ has served to sully his great victory run. What an unfortunate ending to the match”.

Plasmodium’s entrance music blasts from the speakertrons as the win is duly chalked up in his favour. The cloud of anger lifts from Starscreamer’s head as he views the destruction he’s caused. Casting his mind back to a time when he looked up to Plasmodium, actively sought out his guidance, idolised him even... it doesn’t amount to a hill beans any more. Now he is nothing but another face in the fed to destroy.

Cloudstrifer has indeed proved a blessing in disguise, as Starscreamer realises now what certain people have always known; that he is the very measure of a fighting AWF star. His style, talent and sequins give him all the skills necessary to go as far as he wants in the Federation. A man who recognises his talents for what they are is a man of talent tenfold, and as ‘Virus’ plays to the packed audience and the EMT’s ferry the downed Plas and Cloudstrifer away, Starscreamer bumps and grinds to the music, unzipping the bottom of his tights to let those flares fly once more. A disco ball drops slowly from the ceiling. Lights flash, and he parades triumphant.

Starscreamer is a true fighter, an accomplished fighter. The path to becoming AWF champion is clear to him now. He grins at the thought as he hip-thrusts to the fans.

Flamboyance has just come back to the AWF in a BIG way.

Bombshell vs. D-Extreme

JFA: This next match was a late edition to the card
JHA: I’m sorta sad it slipped in.
JFA: Shut up, Two former nTo members are pitted against eachother and with Deathscream gone and Cyberstrike suspended this match is for all the nTo marbles.
JHA: Cause every former member still needs a full set of them.

“YO! IT’S COMIN DOWN!”

Pyrotechnics explode drowning out the beginning of Fozzy’s stand up and shout the crowd cheering for him kind of as he makes his way down the ramp and into the ring.

JFA: This should be a fairly good even match.
JHA: Good, even and boring match.
JFA: I beg to differ.

JRA: And his opponent from Maple Ridge, British Columbia, Canada. THE MAD BOMBER BOMBSHELL!

You’re gonna pay hits as Bombshell appears at the top of the ramp to some boos and some cheers he starts to make his way down to the ring silencing fans who were beaking off with some very choice words.

JFA: Bombshell into the ring now and these two are staring a hole through eachother. If looks could kill.
JHA: These two would be on trial for attempted murder with a dull weapon.

Bombshell begins to move forward putting an arm up. D-Extreme reaches up to and takes his hand but Bombshell kick him in the stomach then knees him in the head.

JFA: Cheapshot there by Bombshell and he is now taking advantage picking up D-Extreme now.
JHA: I need a coin, I need to flip to see who I should rip into first.
JFA: Why not rip into all those High School text books you never opened.
JHA: That’s… shut up.

Bombshell pulls D-Extreme up but is met with a punch to the side of the head causing him to stumble back but blocks the next one. Bombshell then throws a punch back at D-Extreme causing him to lose a step. After this they lock up and go into a battle of strength.

JFA: This match is fairly even it seems as I said.
JHA: And very boring as I said.
JFA: D-Extreme returning the favor from earliar hitting a kne to the get and then delivers a DDT.
JHA: Go for the pin! Piiiin!
JFA: He’s listening to J here, Pin by D-Extreme. No not even a 2 count

D-Extreme gets up and Bombshell begins to get up himself but his arm is grabbed by D-Extreme who attempts to whip Bombshell into the ropes but has it reversed and is caught by a back body drop by Bombshell. As D-Extreme hits the mat he immediately grabs his back. Bombshell turns around going over to Bombshell picking D-extreme of his back and locking up behind D-Extreme and delivers an Atomic Drop causing D-Extreme to bounce forward and to howl in pain.

JFA: Bombshell now taking the match over, I think he may have hurt D-extremes back.
JHA: Nah D-Extreme is just a cry baby

D-Extreme begins to struggle to his feet as Bombshell grabs his hair and pulls him upbut is caught off guard by an elbow to the gut from D-Extreme who then bounces off the ropes and rams into Bombshell knocking him over then then grabbing his legs and locking in a Boston crab. Bombshell begins cry out as he begins to reach for the ropes trying to get away.

JFA: Good move by D-Extreme here locking in a submission maneuver
JHA: Whoo! He’s gonna get some marbles!
JFA: Bombshell refusing to tap and is struggling to the ropes.
JHA: Nooo!
JFA: Reaching his arm out his fingers hit the rope. Jerking forward again and…. HE GOT IT!
JHA: That is not fair I demand a do-over

The ref tells D-Extreme to break the hold pointing at the ropes where Bombshell hung on. D-Extreme nods and then reluctantly releases the hold as he walks over to Bombshell and stomps on him a couple times then picks him back up locking him in and hits a snap suplex. Bombshell slowly starts to sit up but D-Extreme comes from behind locking in a sleeper hold.

JFA: This match is now being dominated by D-Extreme.
JHA: Is that good or bad?
JFA: Well that doesn’t matter what matters is these two are talented and putting on a good match.
JHA: Really? Well then I will say it’s bad!
JFA: Everynight I sleep and wonder how you got this job.
JHA: Everynight me and your wife talk about what she was thinking when she married you.

The ref moves in to check on Bombshell who looks totally out of it at this point. He looks at D-Extreme then at Bombshell grabbing his arm and letting it drop down signaling 1 to the times keeper. He does it again and then signifies 2 then a third one but it doesn’t even start to fall. Bombshell begins to Overpower D-Extreme and get to his feet, D-Extreme refusing to give up the hold.

JFA: Bombshell fighting back here now.
JHA: No keep him down D!
JFA: I thought you were cheering for Bombshell?
JHA: I thought the match was over. I had my hopes up.

Bombshell breaks the hold around his throat with a few elbows to the mid-section and once free runs into the ropes and comes back with a clothes line but D-Extreme ducks and grabs his head and hits a neck-breaker. D-Extreme gets back up looking Victorious setting up for the Extreme Factor but Bombshell reverses it and hits a back drop while he was still setting up. D-Extreme hops back to his feet and locks up with Bombshell but with a head-butt Bombshell gains control and sets up and hits a hard Brain buster then gets back to his feet slowly but Bombshell gets up first.

JFA: A reversal and a Brain buster by Bombshell! He may have just taken control of this match!
JHA: Yes!… er No!.... er I DON’T KNOW!
JFA: I don’t think that matters. D-Extreme is out of it from that. Bombshell picks him up and hits a few chops across the chest of the barley mobile D-Extreme then whips him into the turn buckle. He follows up putting D-Extreme on the second rope and hitting a suplex from it but both men are down now.

Bombshell stares up at the ceiling as he begins to get up D-Extreme still totally out of it from the flurry of offense he lays out cold as Bombshell begins to climb to his feet picking D-Extreme up and kicking him in the stomach setting up for the atomic bomb but D-extreme forces his weight forward knocking Bombshell back down and attempting to turn him over for another Boston crab but Bombshell kicks away so hard D-Extreme hits the ropes.

JFA: D-Extreme not ready to give up here though neither is Bombshell. Bombshell back to his feet now and he is taking advantage of the tired D-Ex throwing him into the corner and kneeing him in the stomach.
JHA: Why is it the fans cheer for this type of match? It’s dull!
JFA: Because they enjoy talent unlike a lot of your friends who decide chairs are the way to go.
JHA: Chair swinging requires a lot of talent.

Bombshell grabs D-Extreme around the waist and hits a Belly to Belly brain buster getting back to his feet almost immediately looking at his down opponent then signaling for the Mega bomb

JFA: And this could be it right here Bombshell signaling for his other finisher now.
JHA: CRUSH HIM!
JFA: He is picking up the downed body of D-extreme now.
JHA: Here we go!!!

Bombshell picks D-Extreme up over one shoulder then drops him a bit so he is holding him around the waste and drops to his knees D-Extremes head hitting the mat hard then Bombshell drops him and pins him.

JFA: 1…..2…..3! Bombshell won it!

JRA: The winner of this Match Bombshell!

You’re gonna pay hits as Bombshell stands and the Ref raises his arms.

JHA: Bombshell got his marbles!

Backstage

Keith Kincaid stands alongside the Uiltmate Prime Fan.

KK: “UPF, later on tonight, you have a great opportunity to not only regain your Intercontinental Championship that you lost way back in July of last year, but also to win the Hardcore Title at the same time. But you’ve got to be worried about the role that the GPA might play in things.”
UPF: “I’m not worried about the GPA, Keith. I’m not worried about any of those low-down cheats. Why? Because I have pride in myself, I have pride in my country, I have belief in my ability…”
RCOSD (strolling past): “And you have a big mouth for a little man…”

UPF glances past the cameraman at the One Man Army, walking by.

UPF: “What did you say?”
RCOSD: “I won’t repeat it if you were too braindead to catch it the first time out. Fact is, that Hardcore Title should be mine, and so should that Intercontinental Title shot. You’ve got nothing on me.”
UPF: “I’ve got my talent, and I’ve got my pride.”
RCOSD: “Oh, cut the crap with the American Pride stuff. You remind me of that prattling idiot, Redstreak. All I know is that, if I were American, I wouldn’t be that proud…”
UPF: “Oh, you want to rail on my country now?”
RCOSD: “No… I’d much rather rail on you!”

As the two men step upto each other, a swarm of officials suddenly appear to keep them apart. The referees force RCOSD off back towards his locker room just as Blaster_86 walks into shot, standing alongside his Team AWF ally, UPF.

Y3B: “Dunno why he’s wasting his energy on you… I’m the one who’s gonna be kicking his ass later tonight.”
UPF: “You do just that, too. If he doesn’t like us Americans, he can get the hell out, right?”
Y3B: “I’m Canadian…”
UPF: “Yeah, yeah. Anyway, if you need any help – just shout. I’d love to sock it to him as well as Viewfind… teach home some national respect…”

With that, UPF marches off, leaving Blaster_86 stood alone, muttering “I’m Canadian… and I don’t need your help…” under his breath.

God Jinrai vs. The Raid

Let the bodies hit the floor…let the bodies hit the floor…let the bodies hit the floor…let the bodies hit the…FLOOR!!!!!

RA: “Ladies and gentlemen…the following match is scheduled for one fall making his way to the ring area and hailing from Los Angeles and representing the GPA…the RAID!”

JFA: “An contest of two angry, young, up and comers here…hard to tell who is exactly more angry at times, but both men highly physical and neither back down from any situation!”

JHA: “Its seldom you say something that makes sense, but this time you actually did J, these two guys are warriors…like em or not.”

RA: “And his opponent…”

In the End by Linkin Park takes over and the crowd leaps to its feet…

RA: “Hailing from Motown, PA…God Jinrai!”

JFA: “A man who just two weeks back, in my humble opinion, not only beat, but scared Vin Ghostal…”

JHA: “WHAT? He lost, fair and square!”

JFA: “There was nothing fair or square…there never is when Ghostal is involved. The guy is a low life…he’s scum…he’s…”

JHA: “One of the greatest AWF Champions of all time?”

JFA: “Let’s just leave it as scum. Underway here now…collar elbow tie up and Raid ducks under, locks his hands around attempts a german suplex, but Jinrai having no part of that, blocks it, nice arm pick escape there and short clothesline to send the Raid down hard to the canvas.”

JHA: “So when exactly did this guy learn how to wrestle?”

JFA: “How do you mean?”

JHA: “You know…wrestle, combine a series of maneuvers designed to wear an opponent down and put him in a position where he shoulder blades are exposed to the back for a count of three thus giving you a pinfall victory?”

JFA: “You really are something of a basturd, you know that?”

JHA: “HEY! I will have you know that my parents were happily married long before I was even a glimmer in my saintly mothers eye!”

JFA: “OK…back to the ring now and Jinrai with a nice pickup and slam, followed by a leg drop across the throat. Cover, but only a two count there. And, wasting absolutely no time here whatsoever, Jinrai signaling that he wants to end this quick…fist around the throat and a god buster! God buster…choke slam and the elbow follow up…this is all…cover…but DAMNIT! Prowl? streaking to the ring, up on the apron and the referee stops the count to order him down. Jinrai also up only to knock Prowl? on his but to the floor!”

JHA: “Hey! That was unwarranted!”

JFA: “Only in your saintly mother’s eyes…but the distraction all that was needed, Raid able to gather some strength and creep up on Jinrai from behind and deliver a low blow…Jinrai is down and Raid has a moment to rest.”

JHA: “I can’t believe you called me a basturd…”

JFA: “Get over it…Raid now seizing both the distraction and the cheap shot…still recovering from that god buster, to the top rope…and from the top, Express from Hell….Express from Hell…having a hard time shaking his own cob webs…now the cover…1..2…and OH MY! Kick out! KICK OUT! The moments of pause I firmly believe enough for Jinrai to gather his strength and get just enough will power to kickout.”

JHA: “He’s cheating…CHEATING!”

JFA: “Why is it that when someone fairly does something you scream foul? Not everyone has to lie, and to cheat to get ahead like you! Raid shaking his head…and Jinrai sits up…sitting straight up which only serves to infuriate Raid, who drop kicks him right in the face back down. Jinrai sits up AGAIN…but Raid bouncing off the ropes, head of steam and a springboard drop kick…cover…1, 2,…another kickout. Raid can’t believe it, Prowl? pounding on the apron…and once again Jinrai sits up…glancing blows to the side of the head by Raid, seemingly having absolutely no effect. Jinrai to his feet now, he sends Raid to the ropes, bounces off himself, only to be stalled by Prowl? which gives Raid the chance to deliver a running super kick sending Jinrai to the outside…The Raid distracting the referee and Prowl? taking the opportunity to get a few cheap shots in…tossing Jinrai back into the ring after ramming him face first into the steel turnbuckle.”

JHA: “Did you hear that ring…I told that head was hollow!”

JFA: “That was no ring…that was a sickening thud. Opportunistically, the Raid looks for the Freight Train of doom…trying to lock in for the first one…but Jinrai with a burst of energy, reversal and a clothesline from hell…clothesline from hell! Jinrai down as well…both men trying to recover…and Jinrai sits up first. Prowl? to the apron, but Jinrai clotheslines him to the floor…Raid up to…staggering…right into a second god buster! Quick cover, hooks the leg into a single leg cradle…one, two, three! Raid tried to get out…but Jinrai with that single leg cradle following up the god buster gets the win!”

RA: “Here is your winner…God Jinrai!”

In the End commences playing as Jinrai makes his way to the back…to the cheers of a happy crowd.

Backstage

G91 & Sean O’Con are shown watching…both nodding their heads in approval.

Game: “Ready for tonight?”

HBK: “Ready? You kidding me…I’m the sho stoppa…I’m Brendinio Heat! What about you…you haven’t been yourself since your little delivery from old frigid Minnesota.”

Game: “I’ll deal…just get the title shot…”

HBK (Smirks) “Already done…”

Falls Count Anywhere:
Ravage vs. The Big Ragebowski

We fade back to the arena for our next encounter, but swiftly discover that the participants couldn’t wait for the opening bell…

Ravage and Mirage burst through the entranceway kicking and punching with fists of fury and feet of flame. Incendiary battle action ensues as the two titans battle it out furiously for personal glory and gladiatorial one-upmanship before the close proximity crowd.

JHA: “Wow! Talk about non-stop action, and on this most excellent PPV night. The bad blood between these two has been spilling over into a congealed, rank mess these past few months as time and time again, and through no fault of his own; Ravage has been screwed over like a hooker on national hooker day”.
JFA: “There’s no such day”.
JHA: “Yes there is. Your wife is patron saint of it”.

Big Daddy Rav lets fly with a barrage of positive blows, Mirage dodges and weaves like the fleetest footed boxer. This is a man who has been in the game since day one, and he knows more than a thing or two about the bloody ballet that is entertainment wrestling. Reading his foe expertly, he backwards somersaults his way to safety, all the while the cheering fans screaming at the top of their lungs at the primeval action so close they can taste the adrenaline. The combatant’s ears are almost bursting at the raucous cacophony, but they fight on regardless. Rav gives chase and catches up with Mirage just in time to receive a boot to the sternum. It stops him dead, and Rage capitalizes by nearly taking his head off with an unbelievably swift swinging left foot.

JHA: “Good lord, these two see nothing but each other in this sea of madness”.
JFA: “Then what we have here are two hypersane warriors. I can’t believe I’m saying that about Ravishing Rage Rude, but its true. There might be eardrum shattering levels of cheering going on all around them, but I’m sure in their battle scarred minds they hear nothing but the silence of war”.
JHA: “Now there’s an oxymoron if ever I heard one”.
JFA: “Ha! So you have been listening to the Commish’s little speeches”.
JHA: “Not at all, it was on the fridge door this morning on my ‘word-a-day’ calendar”.
JFA: “You can read? you lie”.

Ravage writhes around on the floor, fighting his anger; moulding it, sculpting it, perfecting it into the proper package with which to hit back at his opponent. He rolls backward as Mirage lunges, and springs up into his face with the top of his head, making Mirage’s jaw slam shut, trapping his lip and spurting blood.

JHA: “YES! There it is, the good ol’ red stuff. It’s so good to know these two mean business”.
JFA: “And don’t forget J, that this is a falls count anywhere match, the pin can happen just about anywhere, even Mars”!
JHA: “But that would be stretching it a bit”.
JFA: “Only a bit, but then you never know what’s going to happen around this place”.
JHA: “Narf”!

Ravage plunges two iron fists deep into Mirage’s mid section and lifts him into the air. Gathering momentum, Rav drives forward and thunders Rage into the steel steps with a mighty clang. The former IC champ shudders and rolls limply to the floor, but Ravage isn’t finished yet. He dashes over to the Salvadorean judges table, chats to him casually (but briefly) about the weather they’ve been having in Tampa, then asks to borrow the spare chair. The judge complies, thinking his new acquaintance is going to sit down, but is shocked when Rav rushes off with it, screaming bloody murder and slams it down with infinite force. But Mirage had moved away with nary a moment to spare, and in his blood hewn state reacts to Ravage in the only way he knows how; the low blow.

JFA: “Ooooh, the great equaliser. With any luck, Big Daddy Rav has already sired a small squadron of little Rav’s and his nutsack is surplus to requirements”.
JHA: “Or once he recovers, he could be even more fired up”.
JFA: “You’re right, in my inebriated state I neglected to think of such an eventuality”.
JHA: “You’re not drunk”.
JFA: “You’re not qualified to make such a statement, are you a Doctor”?
JHA: “Do I look like a Doctor”?
JFA: “No, you look like a f-
JHA: “I’ll have to stop you there J, Mirage is back on track and coming up with the goods. He’s just nailed Rav across the head and is attempting to heave him into the ring”.

True to J’s words, Mirage does just that, and spits a little blood along the way. With Ravage in the ring, Mirage climbs up the outside of a turnbuckle and leaps off into a perfect five star frog splash! The ring rocks and sputum shoots vertically from Rav’s mouth in a projectile way. As Mirage gets back to his feet, the spit comes back to earth and hits him in the eye. Rage red zone’s, grabs Rav’s boots and starts swinging him around in a wide circle. The motion makes the blood rush to Ravage’s head and he comes to. As they spin, he sees the blurred ropes rushing past, and the turnbuckles shooting by in succession, Mirage is going faster and faster. Suddenly, Ravage stretches his arms and grabs blindly for the ropes. They connect and he grips them tightly, his hands burn an intense red for long few seconds, but it’s enough to catch Mirage completely off guard and force him to lose his footing, he tumbles to the ground still clutching Rav’s boots tightly and applies a nasty twisting motion, making Ravage scream out in pain.

Rav, feeling like some torrential tortured whirlwind, pumps red with incredible levels of energy, pushing himself off the floor and turning a revolution in the air to free up his twisted ankle. Before he comes to a stationary position again, he makes sure his other foot slams into Mirage’s gut. The hold breaks, and Rav feverishly scrabbles the featureless desert of canvas, making for the edge where the steel chair lies just below. His arm goes over the top and he flails for the weapon, but Mirage is back and grabbing him, pulling him back in. Before he can retort, Rage is sending an elbow into his back. Ravage howls, turning to lie on his back, and grabs the side of Mirage’s head with both hands. Ragebowski hammers at the midsection, but the Ravage’s grip is vice-like. He bites the top of Mirage’s ear off!

JHA: “What the!?!?!?!
JFA: “NO f****** WAY”!

Rage hollers for the briefest of moments, knowing that Ravage has done something bad, but not entirely sure what. He pulls his head free as Ravage lets go to see his foe’s mouth covered in blood. Ravage spits something out and it goes sailing into the sky. Rage follows its ascent and descent, seemingly in a trance. It hits the floor with a wet slap. It is a bloody, skinny mass... unrecognisable as anything other than that poor description. His eyes wide, Rage almost fears putting his fingers to his ear. It feels numb, but as his hand comes away from it, it is clearly blood soaked. It mixes in with the sweat from his palm, steam rising off it from the heat of battle. He goes nuclear.

Hoisting Ravage up with newfound strength, he plonks him squarely on his feet and punches with the strength of ten men. Rav defends himself against the blows, equally as mad, and they unleash hell upon each other the likes of which only Gods can know of. Punch after sickening bloody punch reigns down upon the two men until they are left looking like 19th century prize fighters. Ravage takes Mirage suddenly and whips him into the ropes, then fells him with a clothesline, but Rage is back up again and hits a sunset flip. As Ravage hits the floor, he butt splashes him on the torso.

JFA: “Stop! For Christ sake STOP! That could have shattered his chest”!

But incredibly Ravage steams back to life, though noticeably at half speed. His sudden drop in energy levels show against the still heady Mirage, who is playing this all the way. A double arm DDT rocks the very foundations of his opponent, who just doesn’t seem to understand the term ‘stay down’. For the merest of moments, a look of impressed-ness shoots across Rage’s contorted face. It is only the slightest glimpse though, and he powers on, beating Ravage up into a standing position, then levelling him with a weighty forearm.

JHA: “What is it going to take to end this? A simple pin, sure... but will either of these two opt for something so.... civilised”?

Again Mirage gruffly picks up the beaten Ravage and lays him across the ropes, no doubt aiming for something big. The fans feel it too, and the cheering rises higher. Mirage slows down and walks backward, the blood on his ear turning dark and nasty, his hair ringing with sweat. A sickly grin adorns his evil visage and he lets out a toe-curling roar, then makes a mad dash. Suddenly, Ravage moves! He crouches down, prepares for the tidal force and grasps it firmly with both hands. Rage steams into him like a rocket, and Big Rav takes control of it, hefting it up in one incredibly fluid motion, sending Mirage sailing headlong over the top rope, and headfirst into the floor below. The fans scream and cheer, Ravage clutches his chest tenderly as his face shows every painful feeling racking his body. Then he steels himself for the final surge. He charges the opposite way, bouncing off the ropes and yelling as loud as he can to control the pain. With a mighty pounce, he leaps into the unknown.

JFA *hushed whisper* : ”...... Wow”!

SLAAAAAAM!!!! Ravage smashes onto Mirage, crushing all fight from himself and his opponent. His final act before passing out is to pin Mirage. The ref leaps down, makes the count.. One... Two... Three!!!!

‘I Will Be Heard’ sails across the sky and the crowd goes wild. EMT’s rush to the scene when it becomes obvious that Ravage is unable to pick himself up. They stretcher both he and Mirage from the arena, one EMT rushing into the ring with a small box of ice, scooping the piece of Mirage’s ear up in the hope that it can be grafted back on in the hospital.

JHA: “There you have it, they don’t call this night ‘Redemption’ for nothing, as Ravage has proven by pulling out all the stops and securing the most hard fought win against his long time nemesis. The wrongs have been righted, the injustices.... justicised”!
JFA: “And many other words that we just make up on the spot. Make no doubts about it ladies and gentlemen, tonight; all men in this dome mean business. Tonight is where you will experience the true meaning of money’s worth”.
JHA: “I’m so het up, whose next”?
JFA: “It’s going to be Blaster v. RCOSD”.
JHA: “Oh man, a barnstormer. I’ve gotta get me a drink before I have a heart attack”.
JFA: *to himself* “please the heart attack, please the heart attack”!

Blaster_86 vs. RCOSD

“Mental Maelstrom (Implode)” fills the arena as the first combatant makes his way out for the next encounter.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first: coming down the aisle, from Glasgow, Scotland… the One Man Army – RCOSD!”

JHA: “Ah, there he is, Jay. The Man. The Myth. The Legend. The One Man Army out here ready to chop that punk up into little bitesize chunks of dogfood.”
JFA: “You’ll be backing RCOSD to win this one, then?”
JHA: “What gave it away?”

Marching down the aisle intently, RCOSD strides up the steel ring steps and clambers over the top rope, his face burning with intensity.

JHA: “Look at that look. How can you bet against this man?”

Look out and shout!

JFA: “Because he’s going into battle against one of the youngest, most popular superstars in the AWF! Y3B, Blaster_86! A former Tag Team Champion, a two time former AWF Champion!”
JHA: “A future punching bag for the One Man Army…”

Not wasting any time, Blaster charges down the aisle, but RCOSD sees him coming so rushes out of the ring and up the ramp to meet him.

JFA: “A lot of pride on the line here, as both men look to kick things off early… RCOSD out to avenge the pinfall loss he suffered at the hands of Blaster in that tag match…. Y3B out to get his own back for the vicious beating he took after the bell…”
JHA: “That beating was just a preview, I’m telling you! We’re gonna get the full feature here tonight. Just gimme a whoooooooo!!”
JFA: “I will not! Blaster and RCOSD pounding away at each other with rights and lefts on the outside… the referee trying to get them back into the ring. Irish whip now, by RCOSD…”

A mighty clatter fills the arena as Blaster_86 is propelled knees-first into the steel ring steps, jarring them against the ring post.

JFA: “Blaster just thrown full-force into the steel, there. Staggering back to his feet… and a hefty clothesline by RCOSD just knocks him all the way over and to the ground.”
JHA: “He was already on the ground, genius.”
JFA: “You know damn well what I meant… RCOSD taking advantage of the situation, now. Stomping away on his grounded foe… heaves him up… bodypress high into the air… ohhhh, and just drops him facefirst into the ring apron…”
JHA: “I thought we were going to see the first ever outing for Air Canada, then.”
JFA: “First outing? What are you talking about? The Canadians have an Air Force!”
JHA: “Geese don’t count.”

Watching as B86 grabs his jaw in agony, the One Man Army leans over and pulls up the protective mat from ringside.

JFA: “Oh, god no… don’t do that…”
JHA: “Ignore him! You’re the One Man Army! You can do what you want!”
JFA: “No he damn well can’t!! RCOSD now… pulling up Blaster… setting him up for… god no… not a powerbomb on the floor. That’s solid concrete, dammit!”
JHA: “The match hasn’t even officially started yet… and it’s over already!”
JFA: “RCOSD… with the set up… no! Blocked by Y3B! And… a big back bodydrop! RCOSD landing squarely on his back on the arena floor. Both men climbing to their feet now… and Blaster_86 with a firm right hand taking RCOSD down!”

As the referee shouts at them to get into the ring, the two-time former AWF Champion grabs his opponent and throws him under the bottom rope and into the squared circle.

JFA: “Now the referee satisfied… RCOSD in the ring, though not under his own power… as soon as Blaster joins him, we can get this officially underway. Y3B up onto the ring apron. Climbing the turnbuckles… perched up top, what are we gonna get here? RCOSD on his feet… and a huge missile dropkick by the former Champion!”
JHA: “No fair! R’ was caught unawares!”
JFA: “My heart bleeds. Referee signals for the bell…. Lateral press by Blaster_86… one… two… oh, powered out by RCOSD.”
JHA: “I’m insulted that the referee even started a count! You won’t beat the One Man Army with a move like that!”
JFA: “You’re very probably right. Both men back to their feet, now… RCOSD still dazed… Blaster off the ropes… Faceplant! Modified bulldog from the Canadian. Looking to the ropes again… Soundsault? No! Knees came up from RCOSD…”

As Blaster rolls onto his back, clutching his stomach, RCOSD pulls himself back to his feet, drags up Y3B and drives him back down into the mat with a firm bodyslam.

JFA: “Scoop slam with authority.”
JHA: “Everything he does is with authority. And you will respect that authority.”
JFA: “And a firm elbowdrop onto Blaster. Lateral press, nonchalant… no leg hooked. One. Two. Shoulder comes up on two.”
JHA: “That was the slowest two count I’ve seen all night…”
JFA: “RCOSD climbing up now… pulls Blaster with him. Front facelock… drapes the arm over… and a biiiig vertical suplex, no! Blaster drops down behind out of it… grabs the waist, runs RCOSD to the ropes, looking for the double leg roll-up…”
JHA: “Nah – R’s far too smart. Grabbed the top rope.”
JFA: “Yes… RCOSD grabbing the top rope to block… Blaster_86 rolling away behind… back up now, RCOSD turns… spinning heel kick! Blaster_86 with a spinning heel kick on RCOSD. Makes the cover! One! Two! Oh, kick out by RCOSD…”

The two men scramble to their feet, but before RCOSD can regain the advantage, the former Champion is lashing away with knife-edge chops.

JFA: “Y3B back on the offense, here… whips him to the ropes… leapfrog by the Canadian… catches him on the rebound… sleeper!!”
JHA: “No!! Get out of it, R’… c’mon…”
JFA: “Blaster_86 really squeezing away with that sleeperhold… RCOSD turning, though… lifts him up… and a huge back suplex breaks the hold. Both men on the mat, now… fighting for breath.”
JHA: “Come on, R!!”

Rolling onto his stomach, RCOSD climbs back to his feet and stomps away on his fallen opponent. Heaving him up, he drills him with an elbow to the back of the head, before dumping him on the top turnbuckle.

JFA: “RCOSD going up top now… superplex attempt, perhaps…”
JHA: “He hits this, it’s all over.”
JFA: “I might be forced to agree with you, there… But… Blaster_86 fighting back… firm right hands to the body… stepping over the ropes… still slugging it out with RCOSD up top… waistlock…”
JHA: “What the?”
JFA: “Oh my god!!! Inverted atomic drop from the second turnbuckle by Blaster_86!”
JHA: “That has GOT to hurt!”
JFA: “And RCOSD may well be singing a little higher in the shower tonight… if he can make it to the shower! And… Blaster back to his feet… grabs the legs! Lion Tamer!!!! The Walls of Blaster!!!”
JHA: “Nooooo!!!”

RCOSD writhes in pain, frantically trying to escape from the hold.

JFA: “He’s got it locked in! The Walls of Blaster in the centre of the ring… leaning back… nowhere for the One Man Army to go!”
JHA: “Come on R!!!! What did I teach you!!!! He’s in no danger… just so long as he remembers the counter I taught him…”
JFA: “Will you stop?! The referee asking now… RCOSD shaking his head… not gonna give up here… RCOSD writhing… looking to twist into the hold, perhaps… reverse the momentum….”
JHA: “Yes!! Done it!!!”

Shifting his shoulders back to the mat, RCOSD twists his lower body, knocking the Canadian off-balance and into the referee.

JFA: “RCOSD breaks the hold…. But the referee is down and out. Blaster turning back to his opponent now… and… oh my god! A crushing low blow from the kneeling RCOSD…”
JHA: “Just think of that as payback from that atomic drop earlier. If the man R never has kids, we’ll know who to blame!”
JFA: “Setting him up now… and a pump-handle slam by the One Man Army.”

Returning to his feet and surveying the scene, RCOSD steps over the fallen referee and slides out of the ring.

JFA: “Now what’s he doing?”
JHA: “Rest break. No referee, no point of staying in the ring. He’s taking a time out. Smart strategy.”
JFA: “Forgive me if I don’t buy into that story… especially when he’s just unseated our time keeper and stolen his chair.”
JHA: “He’s tired! He needs to sit down!”
JFA: “In the ring?!! RCOSD now… sliding into the ring with that chair. Laying it on the mat… gotta wonder what’s going through his mind…”

As the Scotsman starts to pull his opponent up, the crowd leap to their feet as UPF charges down the ramp.

JHA: “Oh, what?”
JFA: “And UPF is here!! UPF out to the rescue of his Team AWF partner! Into the ring now… RCOSD going straight for him! Rights! Lefts! Kick to the gut by UPF… clothesline by RCOSD!!”
JHA: “That’s a boy, R! Show him who’s boss!”
JFA: “RCOSD turning his attention to Blaster_86 now… pulling him up… UPF’s got the chair!”

Without warning, JHA tears off his headset, leaps up and screams at the One Man Army to duck.

JFA: “Will you sit down and stay impart- OH MY GOD!! UPF just swung and nailed Blaster with that steel chair!”
JHA: “Sorry? What did you say?”
JFA: “RCOSD ducked… and UPF just, instead of hitting the One Man Army from behind, drilled that chair straight into Blaster_86’s face! UPF standing stunned… RCOSD with a huge clothesline on UPF! Just took him over the top rope to the floor!”
JHA: “Quite a swing, there. He ever play professional baseball?”
JFA: “Will you stop it?! You just may well have cost Blaster_86 this match! The referee stirring… RCOSD hauling him up… powerbomb set-up… the Smug Shot!”
JHA: “Stick a fork in him. He’s done.”
JFA: “Hooks the leg… one… two… three. It’s over. RCOSD with a pinfall victory over Blaster_86. But I think it owes more to your good self than to anything the One Man Army did.”
JHA: “Who made the cover?”

Silently, RCOSD slides out of the ring and marches to the back, sneering at the fans in the front row as his music plays.

JFA: “And RCOSD heading to the locker room now. He leaves with the winner’s share of the purse money. Though the two men who secured that for him are still out here.”
JHA: “Hey – do you reckon he’ll cut me in on it?”
JFA: “I certainly hope not. UPF sliding back into the ring now. Trying to help Blaster up to his feet. The young Canadian wants none of it, though.”
JHA: “Dissention in the ranks of Team AWF?”
JFA: “No thanks to you. UPF trying to remonstrate with him. Blaster seems to be telling him in no uncertain terms that he didn’t ask for any help out here, tonight.”
JHA: “Waffle him! Wait till his back’s turned then hit him!”
JFA: “Haven’t you done enough for one match?! UPF seems to be succeeding in calming him down… offering a handshake. Y3B looking skeptical. Finally extends his hand and we’ve got a reconciliation at last.”
JHA: “I think I’m going to be sick.”

As Default plays through the arena, the two share an embrace, before UPF holds the ring ropes open and the two men start the walk back up the ramp.

Tag Team Championship – Elimination Match:
The King & The Lock (c) vs. Nmathew & Quick Switch

JFA: You gotta believe J, that this one’s gonna be intense.
JHA: You’re damn right. These two teams have had a fierce rivalry – all four participants immensely proud, and determined to prove their worth. Why, in their last encounter, Quick Switch resorted to using a steel chair.
JFA: Well, if you’d been screwed over as many times as this team has, you’d probably be a bit pissed off too.
JHA: ‘Screwed over’? Is that a synonym for talentless?
JFA: Synonym? That’s a big word for you isn’t it?
JHA: Shut up! The Ring Announcer wishes to speak.
JFA: Yeah right, whatever.

JRA: Introducing first, representing Pulp Faction, the Contenders, the team of Nmathew and Quick Switch!

Funky Town blares as the team who many feel to be one of the most underrated in the AWF march out onto the ramp. They’re met with a mixed reaction, with some of the fans no doubt remembering Quick’s chair shot from their last encounter. Nevertheless, they stride down to the ring, ignoring the crowd around them as they contemplate the task laid before them.

“Get rolled with the fever on the dance floor!”

The crowd erupt, almost drowning out the ring announcer.

JRA: And now, from the Foundation, and your current tag team champions, Lock & King!

The two superstars run out onto the ramp, raising their arms in the air to roars of approval from the crowd.

JFA: And this is arguably the most successful team in our business today, and they certainly look pumped up for this one.
JHA: Of course they are. This is the AWF, and this is Redemption. Wouldn’t you be?
JFA: Good point there J!

The champions run down the ramp, eyes fixed on their opponents in the ring as the slide underneath the bottom rope and get in their faces. After a brief staredown the ref gets in the way, and urges them to start the match. King and Nmat hit the apron, and Quick Switch and King circle each other warily. Suddenly, Quick darts in, and they tie up in a test of strength, before backs Quick Switch up against the turnbuckle, but Quick Switch heaves him off, and charges forward, leveling King with a clothesline.

JFA: That’s a big hit to start the match, but King back to his feet quickly,

The King goes for a hiptoss on the charging Quick Switch, but one half of the challenging team stands firm, delivering two swift punches to his opponent, and pushing him against the ropes, but the King ducks the attempted clothesline, spins around underneath Switch’s outstretched arm and delivers a reverse neckbreaker, sending Switch to the mat.

JFA: And that’s why King’s so deadly, able to turn defence into offence in a matter of seconds.
JHA: Yeah, but not as good as Switch was a few weeks back. BANG! Chairshot in the head.
JFA: You disgust me.
JHA: Really? Your mother doesn’t agree.
JFA: Oh stop it!

King with a quick tag to Lock, and they throw Quick Switch against the ropes, and hit a double flapjack as he returns. Lock taking over now as King leaves the ring, picking Switch up and slinging him into the ropes, but Quick Switch hangs on, and spins aside, tagging in his partner who charges from the corner, hitting a spear to the surprised Lock.

JFA: Experience showing there J, all four of these wrestlers know the ring like the back of their hand.
JHA: Chairshot! Chairshot!
JFA: Shut up. Nmat pulling Lock to his feet now, and a snap suplex drops him right back to the mat.

But Lock is still fresh, and when he’s lifted a second time, he punches Nmat in the stomach and chops his legs from under him, trying to lock in his anklelock, but Nmat is eminently aware of the danger, and quickly rolls over onto his stomach, kicking out at Lock and forcing him to release the hold.

JFA: Still early on in this matchup and all four participants have seen action, this one sure started hot.

Nmat back to his feet now, and he’s exchanging punches with the Lock. Thunderous blows rain down as both wrestlers unleash mighty blows on each other, but Nmat ducks a punch, catching Lock’s arm in what looks like a bearhug around the throat, and delivers a stunning suplex.

JFA: Incredible head and arm suplex there by Nmat, expertly delivered out of nothing.

The Lock rolling aside now and using the ropes to get to his feet, but Nmat chose that time to charge, and as he approached, Lock pulled the top rope down, sending his opponent to the outside.

JHA: Dirty player! I knew it!

However, having gotten a moment’s respite, he was quick to slide out of the ring, grab Nmat and heave him back in before getting back into the squared circle himself.

JFA: Dirty player eh?
JHA: Well… But… I… Oh shut up!

Nmat however kept rolling, making it to the other side of the ring, and tagging in Quick Switch. Quick Switch charged, but Lock was more than ready, dropping his attacker with a drop-toe hold. Quickly he was back on his feet, and, pulling Quick Switch up, only to deliver a belly to back suplex, dropping his opponent to the mat once more. This time when he picked Quick Switch up, he slung him into the corner, but as he charged, Quick’s boot flashed out, catching him smack on the chin, and sending him reeling. Quick then hoisted himself to the second rope and delivered a short missile dropkick, knocking Lock to the mat, but as he went to pick him up, Lock grabbed his neck, rolling him into a small package. The ref got down, 1-2… Kick out.

JFA: That was a surprise. Our first pinning situation could have resulted in the shock exit of Quick Switch.
JHA: How boring.

Lock to his feet first, and pulling Quick Switch up too, delivering several stiff chops to the chest, and backing him up to his own turnbuckle, tagging in King who was only too happy to jump into the ring, and stomp on Quick a few times before going for a suplex out of the corner.

JFA: Suplex blocked by Quick there. And again, Quick now has King in a reverse headlock… Hoisting him up and driving him to the mat in a front suplex. Great counter there, and Quick Switch back to his feet, pulling and picking his opponent up before laying him out with a backbreaker and dropping an elbow into his chest.

Quick dragging King to his corner now, and tagging in Nmat, who quickly locks in the double crossface chicken wing, but Lock sees this, and scoots across the ring before the official can intervene, stomping at Nmat and breaking the hold, but now the referee forces him to his own corner, thus turning his back on the team of Nmat and Quick, who take advantage with stomps to the gut of King.

JFA: All these men tired now, having come out of the blocks like a bunch of Olympic sprinters. All felt they had a point to prove, but you gotta wonder if tiring themselves out early on was such a good idea.

Quick and Nmat taking the initiative now, with Nmat going up top, and bringing King with him, with some help from Quick.

JFA: What are they trying here?
JHA: I think I know what’s coming next…
JFA: Oh ye… Oh my! Death Drop, a very painful looking brainbuster right from the top, and King might be out cold.
JHA: What do you mean might be? He is!

Nmat with the cover now, and Lock sprinting over to break up the count as the ref turned around to make the pin. Indeed he succeeds, and drags King off to his own corner, tagging himself in and charging at Nmat, ignoring the admonishment of the ref.

JFA: This is what it takes to be successful in this division. The willingness to wade in and help your partner no matter what.
JHA: That’s all well and good, but that brain buster changed the complexion of this match entirely. King’s been taken out of the game, and Lock’s practically on his own in there.
JFA: You’re absolutely right, but Lock incensed at the punishment dished out to King, and wailing away on Nmathew with lefts and rights. This isn’t the calm and tactical wrestler we know. This is just a brawl.
JHA: Great, aint it?
JFA: No!
JHA: Pansy. Just like that ref. Look at him!
JFA: Thank God, the ref forcing Lock away from Nmat who staggers to his feet.

Lock now taking control on the Mat Man, with a standing arm bar, but there’s no way that Nmat was ready to submit to that one, and he powered his way out, and reversed the move into a side headlock, but Lock shoving him into the ropes, and delivering a swift belly to belly suplex sending his opponent spinning across the ring. Lock quickly on him, hoisting him up…

JHA: Dinobot slam! Dinobot slam! Nmat is outta here.
JFA: I have to believe you’re right, Lock now with the cover, and 1-2… foot on the ropes. The Mat Man with his foot on the ropes.

But the Lock didn’t relent his attack, instead dragging his opponent back into the center of the ring, and locking in his trademark submission hold.

JFA: That’s gotta be it. With the pounding Nmat just took, he can’t possibly take the anklelock as well.
JHA: You gotta believe it! Get in there Quick, with your steel chair.
JFA: No! But Nmat refusing to tap, he’s struggling for all he’s worth, but the Lock is relentless.
JHA: Quick Switch you moron, get in there!
JFA: Quick Switch knows that there’s more than the championship at stake here. I fully believe that he was just caught up in the heat of the moment the last time these two teams met, and he’s determined to clear that stain on his and Nmat’s characters by doing this one cleanly. He’s just standing on the apron shouting encouragement to his team mate.

The ref now raising Nmat’s hand. It drops once. Twice, and a third time. The ref gestures to the timekeeper who rings the bell.

JFA: He refused to tap. He didn’t tap to the anklelock. The Mat Man was just too proud, preferring to lose conciousness than tap.
JHA: And tap he did. It’s two against one now as Quick Switch enters the ring cautiously. It doesn’t look too good for this team.
JFA: Anything’s possible in this business, you of all people should know that.

Quick Switch now charging forward, clotheslining Lock to the mat, and again as he gets back to his feet. Ducking a punch, and bouncing off the ropes with a swinging neckbreaker.
JFA: Quickers here like a house on fire. He knows that in a battle of stamina, he’ll lose, so he wants this one over quickly.

And it seemed to be working as he bounced off the ropes and landed a legdrop on the prone form of the Lock. He went for a quick pin, but the Lock kicked out. As the Lock got to his feet, Quick Switch threw him to the ropes, but as he bounced back, they both lashed out with clotheslines, sending the two combatants crashing to the mat.

The crowd roared as they urged the two wrestlers back to their feet and the ref started the ten count. At three, the two combatants started to stir.
On the count of six, Quick Switch rose slowly to his feet, followed by Lock at seven. By this time, The King was on the apron, arm reached out ready to help his partner, and Lock was only too happy to limp over and reach for the tag. Quick Switch sprinted across the ring, spearing him in the bag, and they both flew into the turnbuckle, and bounced off, with Quick Switch laying with his arm draped over the Lock. The ref made the count to three, and just like that, The Lock was eliminated.

JHA: You know, you were right. Anything can happen in the AWF. All Switchers needs to do is grab his steel chair, whack King with it and he’s won.
JFA: You’re one deplorable human being. We’re sitting here watching this incredible display and all you can… Oh never mind, I give up.

King through the ropes now, and making a pin on Quick Switch.

JFA: That’s got to be it. Surely. 1-2-… King took a little too long getting into the ring there, and Quick Switch able to kick out. King looking now to hook Switch into the Lock & Load, but Quick immediately grabs the bottom rope, even before King can get it locked in.

The King released the hold, and instead stomped on Quick Switch a few times, getting him to release the ropes, then pulling him roughly to his feet. But using his rising momentum, Quick lashed out with an uppercut to King’s jaw, and the tag champ spun away, clutching his head in pain.

JHA: Obviously that Death Drop from earlier still giving King trouble here.

Switch taking advantage now, moving in fast, and locking in a sleeperhold, but the Pulp Faction member had also been battered in this grueling match, and couldn’t lock the hold in as hard as he would have liked. King responded by ducking low and sweeping Switch’s legs from under him, then delivering a few chops to his opponent’s arms before applying an armbar. Switch screamed in pain, but rolled over, and punched out at King, causing him to release the hold. But King obviously had something in mind as he released it early and spun to the side. Getting to his feet, he eyed Switch like a predator hunting his prey, and as his opponent got to his feet, he sprung forwards and hoisted him up high in the air.

JFA: It’s the PPC! Can he pull it off?
JHA: You betcha! King slamming Switch down to the mat.
JFA: Yeah, but he used his last reserves of energy. He’s collapsed to the floor. King making his way slowly – agonizingly slowly over to Quick Switch.

He drapes his arm over his opponent’s prone body.
The referee makes the count 1-2… and… 3.

Staying alive blares as Lock climbs into the ring, and grabs King in a crushing embrace of delight. They got through the grueling match in one piece, and kept hold of their belts in the process.

JRA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this bout, and STILL AWF Tag Team Champions, The Lock and King!

As the roar of the crowd shook the arena. Nmat got into the ring to attend to his partner. As he helped Switch to his feet, he cast a glance over to King and Lock. Slowly, he helped Switch to his feet, as the Champs looked on. The Pulp Faction members and the Foundation members stared each other down as the crowd became silent. Then, almost simultaneously, King offered a hand to Switch, and the Mat Man offered one to the Lock. The four wrestlers shook hands in a generous show of respect, and the crowd roared its appreciation.

JFA: What a match. Incredible. Quick Switch and Nmat were determined to do it, and to do it cleanly. They didn’t, but they gave their all, and earned the respect of our champions, this crowd, and this announcer.
JHA: Who cares about you?
JFA: I’m just going to ignore that. After that match, I’m not in the mood to get riled.

Backstage

Ahead of our next match, we see UPF warming up for his double challenge. Around the room are various weights and exercise machines. There is a knock on the dressing room door and Blaster_86 walks in, a plaster across his nose from earlier.

UPF: “Hi man. Look, like I said, I’m really sorry about earlier tonight…”
Y3B: “Hey, don’t worry about it. I know I didn’t ask for your help… but you came out and gave it anyway. I appreciate it. Really, I do.”
UPF (sitting back down, flexing with a dumb-bell): “Well, so long as we’re both cool with it.”
Y3B: “Oh yeah, sure. I’m completely at peace with the situation. And, just so you know, you needn’t worry about anything in your match tonight.”
UPF: “You mean that? You’ve got my back?”
Y3B: “Oh yeah… I’ve got your back.”

Picking up one of the barbells, Blaster drills it plate-first into the back of UPF’s head.

Y3B: “You won’t have to worry, because you won’t make it that far.”

Smirking, the Canadian grabs hold of the room’s free-standing locker and pulls it down on top of UPF, burying him under the five foot steel unit.

Y3B: “And that’s for calling me an American, you Yankee assclown.”

Intercontinental Championship & Hardcore Championship:
Viewfind (c) vs. UPF

JHA: “Did he just… did he just do what I think he did?!”
JFA: “I don’t believe what I just saw!!”
JHA: “The Canuck kiddie grew a spine! I love it!!”

“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest, scheduled for one fall, is for BOTH the AWF Intercontinental and the AWF Hardcore Championships. As such, it will be contested under standard Hardcore rules – there will be no count outs, no disqualifications and falls count anywhere!”

The GPA rap starts up.

“Introducing first, making his way to the ring, accompanied by Unicron. From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania – he is the Archive Wrestling Federation’s Hardcore and Intercontinental Champion – Viewfind!”

JHA: “Look at all the bling!”
JFA: “Never mind the bling! I’m more concerned with the fact that Viewfind may not have an opponent right now!”

Viewfind strolls into the ring and grabs the microphone.

Viewfind: “Word in this hizouse! Tampa Bay Sunny Delight and all that shizzle. I wanted to comes out here and show all yous how to partay Philly style, but finds out that UPF too whack to come out and fight, dawg. Whassup wit dat? I dragged myself all the way down to this pad and no opponent? It may be snowy in Philly, but at least I don’t get sunburn, word. My nose be peeling like a banana.”

JFA: “What is he on about?”
JHA: “Beats me, dawg.”

Viewfind: “Now, I gots to axe y’alls one question – I win by forfeit, right?”

It’s time to play the Gaaaaaaaaaaame

JHA: “Oh… no.”

The AWF Commissioner, Galvatron91, strolls out onto the ramp to a thunderous ovation.

G91: “Stop your babble, stoner boy. In answer to your question – yes. You do retain by forfeit. However, if you think you’re walking out of this arena without giving the good people of Tampa a title defence, then you’ve got another thing coming to you.”

JFA: “And this… could be an interesting development.”
JHA: “I don’t like this one bit…”

G91: “As your previous opponent has been, how should I say, incapacitated, I’ve come up with what I’ll hope you’ll agree is a fair replacement.”

JHA: “Oh god… who’s it gonna be?”

G91: “Before UPF won the right to challenge you for both those titles, the number one contender for the Intercontinental Championship was The Raid.”

JHA: “It’s the Raid! Thank you!!”
JFA: “I don’t think we’re finished yet…”

G91: “Now, I admit that UPF won the Hardcore title shot in a separate incident. So, as a show of faith – only the Intercontinental Title, that you stole from HBK…”

JHA: “Cheap shot! And a lie…”

G91: “Only the Intercontinental Championship will be on the line. Against the man who defeated the former number one contender earlier tonight.”

“In the End” fills the arena again, and the crowd leap to their feet.

JFA: “It’s Jinrai!! God Jinrai racing to the ring… and Viewfind is straight out of the other side and to the floor!”
JHA: “This so reeks of total unfairness!”
JFA: “Be that as it may, God Jinrai has been granted an impromptu Intercontinental Title shot here tonight! But first he’ll have to catch the Champion!”
JHA: “Run homeslice! Run!!”
JFA: “Viewfind up the ramp, now… Jinrai after him… but Unicron is in the way. Unicron blocking off Jinrai… OH! And a firm right hand just stunned the GPA man… Jinrai throwing him into the steel ringpost and Unicron is down on the outside!”

Viewfind continues his escape up the aisle, but is confronted by the Commissioner, who grabs him by the scruff of the neck and points him back to the ring.

JFA: “And Viewfind has nowhere left to run! Backing down the ramp now… and Jinrai’s got him!”
JHA: “Where are the GPA? This can’t be allowed to happen!!”
JFA: “Jinrai pulling Viewfind back down the ramp, now… throws him into the ring… slides in and the bell is rung.”
JHA: “Homeslice has had no time to prepare! This isn’t fair!”
JFA: “Nor has Jinrai! And he’s already wrestled once tonight… Jinrai with a whip to the turnbuckle… follows it in with a clothesline. Viewfind reeling in the corner. Jinrai going up now… punching away from his perch on that second turnbuckle.”

As Jinrai punches, the crowd count. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Viewfind manages to power forward, looking to hit an inverted atomic drop, but Jinrai blocks it, landing safely on his feet.

JFA: “Viewfind dazed… swings a right… ducked by Jinrai… boot to the gut! Chokeslam?”
JHA: “Illegal! Disqualify him!!”
JFA: “Chokeslam! And an elbow drop! Godbuster!! That’s what put paid to The Raid earlier tonight… Hooks the leg… One! Two! Three! No!! No… Unicron just grabbing the referee by the foot and yanking him out of the ring.”
JHA: “Smart move by Unicron!”
JFA: “The referee arguing with the GPA man on the outside… and… oh my word. Unicron just nailing the official… and… chokeslam! Unicron with a chokeslam to the referee! Where’s the Commissioner when he’s needed?”
JHA: “He’s chickened out and gone backstage, where he belongs, thank god.”

Jinrai looks around for the referee, trying to see what’s going on. Undeterred, he hauls up Viewfind and dumps him on the top turnbuckle.

JFA: “And… could this be it? Godbomber coming up?”
JHA: “Not if Unicron’s got anything to do with it…”
JFA: “What the? Unicron up on the apron now… distracting Jinrai… Viewfind back down off the turnbuckle… Unicron just tossed him something… I don’t know quite… Brass Knucks! Unicron just threw some brass knuckles to Viewfind… Jinrai knocks Unicron off the apron…”
JHA: “Oh yes…”
JFA: “No… Jinrai turns around… And Viewfind connects! No! Not like this…”
JHA: “Works for me… no ref means no disqualification…”
JFA: “Unicron came armed with brass knuckles… that means they planned to use them on UPF in that Hardcore match… what’s even more heinous is that they used them here, in what should be a standard match for the Intercontinental Championship…”
JHA: “This match was never standard… and here comes a second referee!”
JFA: “No… not like this… Viewfind with the cover…. One… two… three… he got it. The match is over, and this is a disgrace…”

As the referee signals for the bell, Unicron reaches in and drags the retaining Champion out, before retrieving the two Championship belts and heading for the back.

JHA: “No, what’s a disgrace is that this match ever happened!”
JFA: “That’s true… though not for the reason you may think. UPF laid out by Blaster_86 backstage… in a situation we can lay the blame for almost squarely at your feet.”
JHA: “So I caused the kid to grow a spine… it’s no big deal… Viewfy kept the belts!”

Triple Threat:
StoneCold Skywarp vs. Lord Claypool vs. The HeartBrend Kid

The broadcast shifts to a black-and-white montage of clips from the Royal Rumble with voiceovers from JFA and JHA

VO: "Reilly's been under the damn ring for most of the match...Skywarp Stunner! Skywarp Stunner! And Reilly is outta here!...Wait a minute! Reilly back in the ring, and...Clay and Skywarp are out!...Reilly dumps out the HeartBrend Kid!...What in the hell?!?...They can't let this happen!...The winner of the 2003 Royal Rumble...Mr. Reilly!...Mr. Reilly did it!...Skywarp is furious! Here he comes...Look out Reilly...Stunner! Stunner! Stunner!...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!!"

The montage then shifts to The Game on the Mayhem ramp talking to Mr. Reilly in the ring*

The Game: "You can't pull the wool over my eyes, Reilly....At Redemption, we'll decide who goes to ArchiveMania...but it won't be you....Stone Cold Skywarp...Claypool...and the HeartBrend Kid...Triple Threat.......

JFA: "Well, that brings us up to today, and you also have to remember the ongoing controversy between Claypool and Skywarp regarding that unfortunate accident Mr. Vaccaro suffered last summer. Claypool's been hot on the trail of the man responsible, and his implications have, and continue to, lead back to Stone Cold Skywarp."
JHA: "Whatever Mr. Reilly says."
JFA: "Thanks for your insight, Jay."
JHA: "Anytime."

"Filmstar" begins to blast, followed immediately by the D-Next theme, as The HeartBrend Kid Sean O'Con comes through the curtains and strolls to the ring to a strong crowd reaction. Climbing inside, HBK hardly has time to climb the turnbuckles before "Sex Machine" hits and Lord Claypool comes out to a cheering but slightly skeptical reaction from the crowd. Clay slides into the ring and comes face to face with HBK, but before they can come to blows, the glass shatters and (as "Never Again" begins to blast) Stone Cold Skywarp bursts through the curtains! Storming to the ring, Skywarp slides in, flips the finger to Clay, then to HBK, then to the referee, then mounts the ropes and takes in the aduration of the crowd!

JFA: "One of these men will go to ArchiveMania to face the champion. Who's it going to be, Jay?"
JHA: "I don't know! All three of these guys are idiots!"
JFA: "Again, very helpful."
JHA: "Fine...I'm gonna go with Claypool."
JFA: "Fair enough, however I think many of the fans in this arena would contend that Stone Cold Skywarp is the odds-on favorite. Or perhaps HBK."
JHA: "Perhaps not."

As Skywarp stands on the turnbuckles and enjoys the crowd's roars, however, Claypool suddenly rushes in and knocks Sky off the turnbuckles and all the way down to the arena floor! As the crowd boos, HBK rushes forward and nails Clay with a series of rights, then whips him across into the corner! Rushing in, HBK misses a running elbow, but when Clay hits the ropes and comes rushing in, HBK nails him with a spinning DDT! Bouncing back up, HBK scores with a toe-kick, then flips Clay into the air and drops him throat-first over the top rope! Clay slingshots back into the center of the ring, and HBK goes for a cover, but only gets 2.

JFA: Claypool firmly out of there.
JHA: I tell you, he gonna do it!
JFA: Clay, into the ropes now...HBK put his head down and paid for it, with Clay scoring with a kick to the head. Clay sends him into the corner...running elbow! HBK coming out of the corner...boot to the midsection...piledriver! Piledriver by the Lord of the Mat!
JHA: It's over! Cover him, Clay!
JFA: Claypool not going for the cover...I think he senses that the young man from Wiltshire has more fight left in him. And Skywarp is still down. He hit the concrete hard.
JHA: Kicking off the match like that was genius! Clay's a strategerial master!
JFA: Both men on the inside back to their feet...and Clay locks in a headlock. HBK pushes him into the ropes...ducks him as he comes across...cross-bodyblock by HBK, and both men go over the top and out!
JHA: Man oh man! I think HBK got the worst of it!
JFA: I think he did, too. Clay went straight to the floor, but HBK curled into the ropes and just WHACKED his back on the ring apron. Clay, slowly back to his feet, and he sees HBK holding his lower back...ooooh! Clay just rammed HBK back-first into the ring steps! That'll take the starch out of you!
JHA: More great strategy from the Lord of the Ring!
JFA: That's MAT...Clay, picking HBK up now....bodyslam on the floor! Clay really dishing out some punishment...got him up now....oooooh! Back-first into the ringpost! And HBK is down!
JHA: I think this could....ahhh!
JFA: Skywarp! Skywarp is back up, and he just leveled Clay with a clothesline! Sky heaves him back inside, and the Stone Cold man from Carlisle looks absolutely furious! Clay, begging off into a corner...and Sky stomps a mudhole in him! Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve...thirteen kicks! Sky dragging him back up now....whips him into the ropes...Lou Thesz Press! Rights and lefts into Claypool's pretty face!
JHA: Come on, Clay! Get out of there!
JFA: Skywarp, off the ropes...drops the elbow right into Clay's throat! A cover....1....2....and a kickout by Clay. Sky drags him back up. Sets him on the top rope...what's he gonna do with him...looking for a superplex perhaps...no, Clay knocks him off. Clay on the top rope now....drops the elbow! Elbowdrop from the top rope! Clay, turning the legs around...figure four leglock! And here comes HBK, still holding his back...and he's putting the boots to both men!

As HBK puts the boots to both competitors, Claypool breaks the hold and, as the referee tends to Skywarp, nails HBK with a low blow! As HBK staggers around in pain, Clay throws a dropkick that sends HBK toppling through the ropes to the outside. As Clay turns around, however, Skywarp grabs him by the hair, spins him around, and nails him with a neckbreaker! Skywarp goes for a cover and gets 1.....2.....before Clay gets a shoulder up. As they get back up, Clay slows Sky with a rake of the eyes, then heaves him into the ropes, spins him around, and scores with a spinebuster slam! Clay sends Sky into the ropes again and wraps him into a sleeperhold, only to release it and knock HBK off the apron when he tries to climb back in!

JFA: “HBK, back on the floor...Clay...LOOK OUT! Skywarp Stunner! Skywarp Stunner!!!!”
JHA: “Noooo, Clay!”
JFA: “A cover gets 1....2......and HBK breaks it up. HBK sends Sky into the ropes...Clay just slid to the outside to catch his breath...Skywarp ducks a clothesline...and runs right into the official! And the referee is down on the apron!”
JHA: “Disqualify him! Skywarp hit the official!”
JFA: “Stop it. That was so clearly an accident...and the referee’s hurt, but not out...HBK sends Sky into the ropes...and what in the hell? Clay just pulled down the top rope, and Sky just fell headfirst to the floor! Clay slides back in now....HeartBrend Ki.....no!!!! Blocked! Clay spins him around....looking for the Devastator....NO! Reversed! HDD!!! HDD!!! Sean with the cover...referee slowly crawling over...1.....2......3!!!! He got him!!!!”
JHA: “NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!”
JFA: “The HeartBrend Kid has done it! The HeartBrend Kid is going to ArchiveMania!!!”
JHA: “And now he’s running for his life!”
JFA: “HBK, hopping out of the ring to avoid Skywarp’s wrath...and now Skywarp is SCREAMING at Claypool! Skywarp is furious! He’s just waiting for Clay to get up....here it comes....SKYWARP STUNNER!!! SKYWARP STUNNER!!!”
JHA: “This isn’t right!!! Skywarp should be fined and suspended for this!”
JFA: “Skywarp, obviously furious that Clay knocked him out of the ring, then instantly lost the match...picking him up....another Skywarp Stunner!!! And Claypool flies right out of the ring! Referees on their way to the ring insisting that Skywarp make his way out of here, and he is not happy about it!”
JHA: “This isn’t over, Jay! This is not over!”
JFA: “I’ll agree with you there...I think this saga has just begun.”

Whilst the ring is being tweaked for the final match, we see an AWF Promo for Next Week's Mayhem

JFA: "What was in that envelope the Game received?"
JFA: "The Game…clearly shaken…shaken…shaken" (voice fades out…)

Next week…Mayhem…the Game's Announcemnt…the envelope…the answers!

JFA: "It looks like next week, the question that has been on all of our minds will be answered, the Game has promised a MAJOR ANNOUNCEMENT, including the contents of the envelope!"

JHA: "Big deal…"

AWF Championship – Fatal Fourway:
ThunderCracker84 (c) vs. Vin Ghostal vs. Sixswitch vs. Redstreak

JFA: "Well this is it folks…the winner of this match faces the Heart Brend Kid Sean O'Con at Archivemania for the AWF World Title. Four men…one match…to determine who that is…who will enter Archivemania as the AWF Champion…the current champion, Thundercracker84 has had an impressive month, his three challengers, each with an equally deserved shot in the eyes of our Commissioner…lets get to the action…"

RA: "Ladies and gentlemen…the following match is the second part of our main event, scheduled for one fall and it is for the AWF World Title. It is a sudden death style match, meaning the first person to score a pinfall or submission wins the match. Introducing first, the challengers…

Operation Blade begins to play…

RA: "From Swansea Wales…the Welsh Wonder…Sixswitch!"

JFA: "In a controversial finish in a match with Redstreak, Sixswitch earned the number one contender spot…however, due to the nature of the ending, Commissioner Game also deemed it proper to add Redstreak to the match as well. He also felt compelled to grant the former champ, Vin Ghostal a shot due to several slow counts and questionable officiating by an AWF official who I have been told is no longer with the company over the issue."

JHA: "I may not like the Game much…but he did the right thing here. That ref had to go…I just don't understand why he had to burden us and the fans by adding Deadstreak and Siznitch to the match…it would have be perfect with just TC and Vinny G!"

JFA: "Cause its fair…its right…two things you know nothing about!"

The Saga Continues takes over…

RA: "And now…making his way to the ring…hailing from Camden, Jersey…the former AWF Champion…Vin…GHOSTAL!"

JFA: "The crowd telling the former champ exactly what they think of him…and most of the things being said would make a sailor blush!"

JHA: "Oh sweet Jesus…can't we get through a broadcast without your stupid little phrases?"

JFA: "No…"

Points of Authority then takes over and the crowd starts to cheer once more…

RA: "Hailing from Detroit, MI and representing the Foundation…Redstreak!"

JHA: "Not much of solid Foundation if you ask me…"

JFA: "Which no one did…"

RA: "And your AWF Champion…"

i know what darkness means
The isolation stings
The echos in my brain
You took my everything

I wont back down
I will not drown
And I cant forget things you did
I've come to bring you hell

The shadows that you see
Are memories of me
The truth behind your eyes
Your darkest little lie

RA: "From Chicago IL…TC84!"

JFA: "An impressive young superstar, who captured the biggest prize in our business…he's gained a tremendous amount of respect, and now…he headlines a major pay per view as the champion! The four men in the ring…all will be in at one time…could be absolute chaos in the ring. Bell sounds and we are underway…match is underway, and quickly we get the pairing off of TC and Six and Red and VG…no love loss in this ring…the animosity so high, one could carve it up like a thanksgiving turkey!"

JHA: "My God…I'm in hell…"

JFA: "Stop…quite a tussle developing here as the champ with the advantage on Sixswitch, those unconventional roundhouse kicks…so difficult to block…so difficult to prepare for TC's unorthodox style. Nice roundhouse kick sends Six end over end and doubling back to the outside. Meanwhile…Red and Ghostal, just pummeling each other, absolute brutality there. All I can see are fists and fury, Red with the advantage now…near the ropes…sends Ghostal to the far side ropes Ghostal bounces off, Red ducks…GOOD GOD J, LOOK OUT!"

The sound goes dead as Ghostal is sent over the top rope after Redstreak's back body drop. Ghostal crashes into the announce table sending debris everywhere as he lies in a heap. TC backing up…not paying any mind to Redstreak…and RED-OCUTION… Cover…but Six came of the top ropes with a Six Shooter of the top onto both men…stopping the count at 2.

JFA: "J…you allright?"

JHA: "Are we on?"

JFA: "I think we are on…J?"

JHA: 'I'm better than Ghostal…'

JFA: "Ghostal in a heap…an absolute bloody mess down here. He came face down after doubling over and right through the table…he's bleeding badly and if someone could get off their butts and get out here…I think Ghostal needs medical attention. Meanwhile in the ring…Sixswitch in control, working on Redstreak…TC still feeling the effects of first a redocution, thenending up the bottom layer of a Sixshooter sandwich. "

JHA: "Ghostal still hasn't moved…"

JFA: 'I don't understand why no one is out here…the Commissioner has made his way out with a referee…and he's been calling for an EMT crew to come out and check him out…Ghostal and the Game starting to communicate…which is something I never thought I would see, and here comes the stretcher for Vin Ghostal. Loading him quickly on, and it appears to me that we now have a fatal three way J.'

JHA: "Thanks to that lousey Deadbeat…"

JFA: "Who is currently taking a beating in the corner by Sixswitch, Hard kick to the temple and Redstreak slumps down to the mat. Six drags him out, and theres the Sixshooter….the sixshooter…and we have a new champion…but WAIT! TC on the opposite corner..returning the favor with a five star frog splash on both men to break the count again at two."

JHA: "The ring looks like a train wreck…thank goodness TC was able to break up the count! HEY LOOK!"

JFA: "I'll be damn…Ghostal has pulled himself off the stretcher…he had been wheeled three quarters of the way to the back when he pulled himself up…and take a look at those eyes…that man is crazier than a pet coon…"

JHA: (says nothing, but the sounds of his head thumping against the announce table are clearly audible)

JFA: "Really J…must you?"

JHA: "Stupid…Redneck…Must NoT….KILL…REDNECK…"

JFA: "Errr…right…Ghostal somehow has crawled back into the ring…and he's going to cover Redstreak…1, 2, but a kickout…a kickout just barely or Ghostal, who should be in an emergency room…in a neck brace…receiving a blood transfusion…almost became the first ever three time AWF Champion."

JHA: "What an impressive display by Ghostal…"

JFA: "I have to agree…he may be a few cards short of a full deck sometimes, but impressive here nonetheless. Sixswitch now starting to move…and Ghostal going to the outside…grabbing a steel chair…now this isn't needed…back in the ring, but Six waiting for him, kick to the gut and a ddt right into the dropped chair. Ghostal leaving a blood smear on the chair and he's down again. Sixswitch with the chair, walking across the ring to dispose of it…TC up too…calls to Six who turns and LIFETIME ENLIGHTENMENT!" Six down in a heap, the chair crashing into the forehead and now TC appears to have control."

JHA: "Ghostal bleeding, Sixswitch bleeding, Redstreak out like a light…I'd say it's a safe bet the belt is staying home!"

JFA: "TC so quick to capitalize…and he's stacking the challengers like cordwood! Ghostal on top of Six, and then a spinning kick to Red to knock him on top…to the ropes goes TC…and a rolling thunder! Rolling Thunder…all three challengers felling the effects, but the champ is too, the spring he had to get to elevate causing its own damage as well."

JHA: "What a main event…carnage…mayhem…TC in the driver seat! WOO HOO!"

JFA: "And what about your buddy Vinny G?"

JHA: 'Well you know…sometimes you have to go with the hot hand!"

JFA: "Right…TC up to the top again…going for another Five Star this time just on Ghostal, but Ghostal moves! TC misses…up to his feet in pain, and Ghostal with a boot to the gut…and an explosion into the Whirlwind!"

JHA: "Allright…Vinny G all the way…I told you so!"

JFA: "You did not…just ten seconds ago…nevermind…Ghostal with a cover…1, 2, new cham…no…no…Redstreak breaking up the pinfall attempt. Redstreak beaten brutally in this match…Ghostal and Sixswitch bleeding profusely…TC now in a heap of bruises…its anyone's ball game here."

JHA: "Hey wait a minute…look!"

JFA: "What the hell do they want? The damn GPA is on their way to the ring area…"

JHA: "Its proof beyond a shadow of a doubt, Sixswitch hired them…he's in trouble here in the match and they are out to fulfill their promise…this is proof, the note "signed by the next AWF champ…" Six in trouble…here they are, I TOLD YOU!"

JFA: "Its not possible…I can't believe it. All four men slowly getting back to their feet…Sixswitch and TC battling it near the ropes…Ghostal from behind clothesline to both weary men, sending them over the top rope. The distraction giving Redstreak time…he's up…forceful entry! FORCEFUL ENTRY! And on the outside…SEE! DAMNIT SEE! I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU! The GPA are attacking both TC and Sixswitch …I told you Six had nothing to do with hiring them…"

JHA: "Oh my Gosh…this means…"

JFA: "Exactly…"

JHA: 'Redstreak hired them…first to attack himself, then this! BRILLIANT!'

JFA: 'No you half wit…damn them…those jackals with a brutal assault on both Sixswitch and TC…pimp drop on the concrete to Sixswitch, and there's a powerbomb to TC…meanwhile in the ring…Redstreak has gotten Ghostal in position and he yes! SCORPION…SCORPION! The match is over…we have a new champion…cover…but the damn referee is distracted by the melee on the outside. DAMNIT…RCOSD in the ring…he came through the crowd…catching Red off guard…SMUG SHOT! Red down in a heap…RCOSD smirking…on his way to the back…all grins…what a big man he is…"

JHA: "Hmmm…maybe it wasn't Red…the GPA didn't do a very good job protecting him there."

JFA: "Of course it was not Red…and now here's Divebomb…with The Raid holding the referee…Divebomb with the Ground Zero from the top…down on Red, places Ghostal on top…oh…now the GPA backing off…referee turns…don't count it ref…DON'T COUNT IT…no…1…2….3! DAMN THIS! DAMN THIS CRIME! Ghostal has stolen the belt from these three men, in particular Redstreak who had it one…but the GPA took out TC84 and Sixswitch…RCOSD…that sicko taking out Red, Divebomb finishing the job…Ghostal is the damn champ…"

JHA (standing clapping) "Brilliant…never doubted Vinny G. for one second…not one!"

JFA: "Sit down…now the GPA tossing Redstreak out of the ring…in their helping Ghostal to his feet…"

RA: "The winner of the match…and NEW AWF WORLD CHAMPION…VIN GHOOOOOOOOSTAL!"

JFA: "This is a damn crime…but payback is coming Ghostal…cause at Archivemania you got The Heart Brend Kid…enjoy it while you can…we're out of time…damn them…thanks for joining us!"

The picture and sound fade out

OOC: Good show!

BIC:

I told you, D. I tried to warn you, buddy. You just couldn't beat me. Maybe this win will show the suits that I deserve better than to be stuck in dark matches with third rate jobbers.

Bling Bling, blaster i like yo style. if you ever need some help up in dis mug i got yo back, and its on da hizzouls. anyways Galvatron91 don't ever EVE!! put yo face in my bedness, ya got that?


Big HOLLA! to my main man. the big dawg Ghostal he calls all da shots and the GPA drops all the rocks.

Commissioner Game is backstage leaving as Keith Kindcaid approaches him.

KK: Commissioner Game...GPA heavily involved in the card once again...what are you going to do about it?

Game: "Well, I have to say this...I'm not going to reverse the ref's decisions on the matches...so Casper will face O'Con at Archivemania...and I have just the match in mind for them to take this feud to the next and final level."

KK: "And Viewfind?"

Game: "He'll get his soon enough..."

KK: "What about this quest by Claypool to find out what happened to Mr. Vaccaro?"

Game: "Tell you what...Clay has his own motives for doing whatever he does...but I want to find out as much as anyone what happened to Vaccaro..i think its time I put my personal touch on it...and don't even ask about the envelope...later loser, I gotta celebrate with HBK."

*TC finishes watching the interview with the game. He proceeds to throw an empty bottle of Jack Daniel's against the wall and it shatters*

F***ed over tonight. Those sons of bitches in the GPA will get theirs in time. But I gotta find that rat bastard comissioner of ours and see about my rematch...cause i want. and I want it on the next mayhem

*TC grabs another bottle of whiskey before departing the locker room*

*Kieth Kincaid catches up to Blaster who is walking down the hall*

KK: Blaster! Blaster can we get a word with you about what happened tonight and the fact you cost UPF a match against Veiwfind?!

Y3B: *turns around and looks over KK* Oh Joy an American *he rolls his eyes* Viewfind is one of the few Americans I can stand cause he realizes you need people from other places like Canada to get anywhere, what I don't like is just like America is they always go where they are never wanted. A lot like a certain Assclown Dimwit member of Team AWF. This member relied on everyone else and would have screwed everything up. It wasn't me, It wasn't G91, It wasn't Brendocon and it Wasn't Six.

KK: Well then who?

Y3B: Are you an idiot? There was only one other member! Christ are American schools that bad? No I am talking about that assclown yankee UPF. He cost me a match I should of won. If this were diplomacy He did what his country normally does and intefered in two other countries matters and botched things up. UPF The American Dream, Well he like his Country is a nightmare everywhere else.is country always does and goes where they are unwanted.

KK: Isn't that a little harsh?

Y3B: You're lack of intelligence is harsh. Go back to school in a country with a working Education system, or as most Americans say 'Edumacation'. No I intend to deal with UPF, and as Americans like weapons and violence, it will be hardcore match... a Basement Brawl match. Yes I challenge the American Nightmare UPF to a basement Brawl. Now get out of my way and go get hooked on phonics you nimrod *shoves KK away and keep walking*

In a local hosptial room we see Ravage on bad with some blood packages going into his arm.

With a smile on his face you can hear him whisper.

"Holy ****!"

OOC Great match, thats all I can I have not yelled holy **** with a wrestling match since awhile!

I'm quite disappointed, not because I didn't win either...further commentary will go directly to the source.

Up until the end, a good show though.

OOC: Amazing job guys as always! Excellent stuff!

IC: Hmm...Redemption. I think that sums up the night for Silly Cow. I surely hope that the GPA liked that. But for the rest of Pulp Faction, there was no redemption. There was no light at the end of the tunnel, no treasure at the end of the rainbow, and no belt at the end of the match. No, there was no Redemption. But we're not done. We're gonna come back at Mayhem and do what we do best, kick ass and take names.

By the time Archivemania rolls around Pulp Faction will either have the titles, or be the number one contenders. And you can take that to the bank.

Ahaha, screwed yourself over there Screamer. Too bad for you. I honestly couldnt give a damn what you do now. Im tired of being at the bottom of the ranks, my skills are being wasted on people like you. You can deal with your friend Cloud. I think its time to begin my quest again for the IC title.

That means Im coming after you Viewfind, and luckily for me you got two pieces of gold, it will save me the trouble of going after someone else. So Ill just take them from you at the same time. I dont know exactly when, but sometime in the near future I will take back that IC title, plus a sidedish of hardcore along with it. Better make sure your dogs or whatever you call them are well trained, knowing you you will have to drag them along by their leashes to get you out of the fire.

*We see Divebomb walking out towards his Dodge Viper in the parking lot as KK runs to get a word with him*

KK: Divebomb... Divebomb can I get a word with you before you leave?

DB: Yeah you just did now leave me alone.

KK: That was not what I wanted to ask you. I wanted to find out your thoughts about the number one contenders match tonight.

DB: You want to know what i thought about it. Well then listen and listen well. See, me and P? had a little talk before the show and well we didn't talk about the big Vinny G match cause we knew that we had that one in the bag and we didn't talk about Big Views double title defence cause even thought there were some changes in the match we still knew we had that one too.

KK: So what did you talk about?

DB: If you would just shut up and listen for a minute I would tell you. Anyways, We were talkin and I told P? that I could guarantee that we would not win the match. I called it didn't I. I told him that by hell or high water something would happen to keep us from getting our shot and in this case it just so happened to be good old silly cow. I know he has this whole got to get revenge thing on us going but nobody and i mean nobody gets between me and my shot at the gold and get away with it, so G91 get off your ass and book it. Me and silly cow at mayhem, one-on-one.

Cow, you are standing at Ground Zero and Da Bomb just got dropped.

Now Kieth back off before you get hurt.

*Divebomb gets in his Dodge Viper and Drives off*

Well whaddaya know? The Lock and King are still the tag-team champions. It was a good fight Mat Man and Quick Switch, and you've got the Lock's and King's respect, but the Lock and King wanted it just that little bit more.

And as soon as the ref's hand hit the canvas for that final three count, The Lock started thinking. The Lock started thinking about.....Archivemania! The Lock started thinking about how he's going to kick Compufire's candyasses!

It's going to be the best damn tag-team match the AWF has ever seen, Lock and King walk in tag-team champs and then Lock and King walk out tag team champs, it's that simple. So Compufire, you want the gold? Well scratch that itch one more time, because The Lock and King will make you famous.

If Ya Smell What The Lock Is Cookin'

OOC: Great show guys.

hhmmm.....I cant help but notcie I dont have the world championship belt around my waste.......

I know some of you wanted to have Silly Cow here tonight, but alas, he could not be here.

See, he...is my friend. He is my good friend. We used to be best friends, we used to have...a connection. Then he grew up, no longer needed me. He learned to stand on his own two legs. My work was, so to speak, done. We went our separate ways.

Years went by, many months went by, a lot of days went by.
Then, one awful day, my friend got...hurt. He was injured. He...fell. Once again, I was needed. My friend needed help. And I came to help. I came...to GET BACK! I CAME TO GET EVEN! UNICRON, I TELL YOU THIS! REDEMPTION...is behind us. Now all that is left for us...Final Judgement! The judgement will begin next monday as I put you, your bussum buddy Divebomb, ANYONE WHO GETS IN MY WAY, through the same you did to my friend.
...YOU WILL REGRET THE DAY YOU LAID YOUR HANDS ON MY FRIEND! YOU WILL REGRET THE DAY YOUR ACTIONS CAME BACK TO HAUNT YOU! YOU WILL REGRET THE DAY YOU MET...Morpheus.

D-Extreme is seen in the locker room sitting on the chair as Keith Koncard approaches him.

KK: We are here backstage with D-Extreme. D how did you feel about your loss tonight?

D-ex: Well they say you win some and you loose some. I think Bombshell got lucky a bit in the last seconds of the match. I admit I wasnt fully ready for the match due to the fact that I recieved some urgent news about someone. The whole focus on that match kinda slipped my mind in the on going of the match while I was in it already. So I guess its my own fault I lost.

KK: And Bombshell was kinda happy for winning and trash talking you that your just a 3rd rate jobber. How can you respond to that?

D-Ex: Well to me I'm not a 3rd rate jobber. I'm the xtreme..ok dude?! You see there is something worse than a 3rd rate jobber and thats a...Bombshell. You see he's been screwed twice in the cWo...he's been litterally SCREWED by a monkey! How embarissing is that?! I know I should have kept that bit a secret about the whole monkey thing...but yeah I think its best we all know that...or maybe Bombs was so f***ed up drunk at that time I was talking to him last year in the cWo locker room. So to me, you can call me a Jobber..you can call me a nobody...but you can never...EVER look down on me cause if you do your in for a beating of your life...and you'll just say "WHOA! what in the hell happen?! I thought this jerk is a jobber.....I was wrong man..I was wrong!" Cause sometimes you can face 2 types of the xtremeness. One is me all pumped up and ready to beat your ass the other is one fired up man filled with rage...and I tell you, you wouldnt like pissing me off. Oh yeah sorry about taht. My response is I'm happy enough not to be a mad bomber....hell thats worse than a jobber working at un-taped house shows and thats a damn fact! ...nothin personal though bombers...just usin you as an example.

KK: What about OP?

D-Ex: Op2005? He is just one smuck that needs his ass to be kicked a lot of times just to make him see that he aint that tough as he thinks he is. Cause our first fight he fought the ol' D-Ex. But now I am pumped up and fired up so next time we will meet he is about to face his doom. And as before...oh no....no peperation H is gonna save him now!

KK: So about that thing you said that interfeered from your focus at the match?

D-Ex: ..............no comment.......just mind your own bussiness ok?! *leaves the locker room*

KK: What in the hell was that about?!


OIOC: Great PPV!!! I liked it a lot!

damm, CompuFire are beating so many teams left right and centre that I'm starting to lose track of everyone who has tried, and failed to take CompuFire down.

Well whatever the current value come Archivemania 2003 one more team is gonna be added to that list, you see Lock and King got those belts unjustly off us and we have let them keep them warm for us but now it is time we took back what is rightfully ours and show the world that CompuFire are the most indestructable team ever.

ooc- Awsome show guys

N'ah, Clay, it ain't gonna be there for a long time either. See, I'm sick of you sticking your nose where it don't belong and accusing people of things they never done...

What you got there at Redemption was just a taste of the ass-whuppin' you're gonna get EVERY damn time you cross my path.

O'Con, you got lucky, this time.

Damn, startin' to think there's some sort of conspiracy against ol' StoneCold, keep him down, thirsting for that gold...

See? Shove that up your asses and smoke it. You think the Welsh Wonder needed help? No, I was screwed by the Gimp Protection Agency just as much as the next man. More so, because if that pack of inbreds hadn't interfered in my Number 1 contenders match, I'd have had TC one on one, and who knows what might have gone down.

Fact of the matter is that the GPA has screwed with me for the last time. I might be the laid back, fast car drivin', mad partyin' Welshman, but where the GPA is concerned... Not anymore. You've really gotten my ire, and it's only a matter of time before you get yours.

Because believe me. In the state of mind I'm in right now, you are NOT ready for the Double S!

(OOC: Awesome work guys. Who'd have thought that a year after my first PPV apearance and title shot (European) I'd be back again in the world title hunt. It's been awesome watching the AWF grow and develop, and long may it continue to do so. 5 stars!)

Then "No Chance" by Dope hits the speakers and after the pyros off a figure in dressed in black with gold belts one around his waist and the other over his shoulder appers on the stage, and with a mic in hand.
JFA: oh no not him again!
JHA: Yes it is Cyberstrike is back!
Cyberstrike walks into the ring and as the fans greet him with a mixed reaction.
CS: To everybody that might have forgotten who I am let me tell you this: I'm Cyberstrike and I'm back! So get ready for the best in this buisness is back in the AWF and he's bringing Hell with him!

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!

Yes. It's true! It's true! I've done it! The AWF Heavyweight Championship is MINE once again!

You can say what you want about me, but just think about this: this is the THIRD STRAIGHT PAY PER VIEW that has ended with VIN GHOSTAL'S hand being raised with the AWF TITLE around his waist. Yes, I know! I AM the greatest of all time! And now, at ArchiveMania II, the same thing will happen to HBK that happened last year....he'll fall to the fury of Ghostal.