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Better late than never, yes? The person primarily responsible will be sliced and diced. Rest assured.

They say you take chances every moment of every day.
They say that life is a lottery, and that you make your own luck.
40 AWF Superstars have had their luck made for them.
What they choose to make of it is upto them.
20 men will fall at the first hurdle, 20 more will be forced to move up a gear.
Of those 40, only one man will be able to claim the prize at the end of the road.
Of those 40, 39 will curse their luck, and wish for better fortune in the future.
1 chance in 40.
It’s not as easy as it sounds,

AWF – OVERDRIVE

Joey Styles voiceover: “Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the Arrowhead Pond in Anaheim, California! Welcome to AWF Overdrive! We’ve got an action packed card in store for you. We’ve got ten tag team matches to kick things off. The winners then advance to the ArchiveBowl – a special 20 man battle royal with the prize a shot at the AWF Championship. But that’s not all – one of our most heated rivalries comes to a head, as Vin Ghostal takes on God Jinrai in a Hell in a Cell match. Not only will these two men face off in one of the most dangerous matches known, but they’ll also be competing in the ArchiveBowl rounds – if they make it. The AWF Championship is also on the line tonight, as the Icon, The Show Stoppa, the HeartBrend Kid defends his title against the man who defeated him for the Intercontinental Title, and who still holds that belt – the inimitable Viewfind. But without further ado, let’s head out to ringside.”

Plasmodium & ? vs. Vin Ghostal & The Lock

The Saga Continues as Vin Ghostal makes his way out for his Tag Team Qualifying match to the jeers and taunts of the crowd, Ghostal simply flips them off as he enters the ring.

Get Rolled With The Fever On The Dance Floor…

JFA: "Welcome to Overdrive, everybody. We’ve got quite the odd pairing to kick things off here…Vin Ghostal sneering at his partner The Lock…and they draw Plasmodium and a mystery partner!"

Virus takes over and Plasmodium comes out to a massive ovation, no concern on his face whatsoever.

JHA: "So…who's his partner?"

JFA: "All three men are in the ring now time to see who has stepped up to be Plas' Partner!"
JHA: "If the loser gets one! Haha!"
JFA: "Gee what a nice guy"

The arena goes dark and the burning flag elapsed by a timer comes on and then begins to count down the sound of the timer nearly drowned out by the boos.

Blaster slowly walks out onto the ramp with a grin on his face as the three people in the ring and the Announcers look on.

JFA: "What the hell is he doing here?!"
JHA: "Hopefully giving Plas a chance against Ghostal!"
JFA: "Or a bit of annyoing whining!"

Y3B: "Hey you american Assclowns! Don't sound to happy, I know it's hard to look upon something so much better then you. Now to the matter at hand. Plas is a good Canadian kid and I respect him and think he deserves a good compatriot to beat on the Australian Kid and the the 10 th wonder of the world Ghostal's Ego. So I got him a Canadian partner!"

JHA: "Is Y3B signing up to be Plas' Partner?! This is great!"
JFA: "Is he trying to get himself worn out for the Battle Royal or something?!"
JHA: "Who cares! This is Great! Y3B! Y3B!"

The boos continue to christen him though they slow down as they are awe struck at what he is promoting.

Y3B: "Someone who like Plas' is concidered one of the best AWF IC champions ever!"

JFA: "Well that isn't Blaster he's never even been in line for the IC title"
JHA: "Then who?!"

Y3B: "May introduce to all you American scum bags my good friend! Blitzwing!"

The burning Flag re-appears back on the big screen as Rage Against the Machine's Bulls On Parade as the former IC champion and AWF superstar walks down to the ring getting boos only because of the flag on the big screen as he marches into the ring.

JFA: "Action underway here, Ghostal starts off against Plas…trying work over Plas, Ghostal backing him into the corner where he proceeds to unleash a series of chops to the chest, Plas however angered, reverses and begins to toss the chops Ghostal's way, Ghostal shrinks back into the corner drops to the apron and rolls outside."

JHA: "Great idea!"

JFA: 'Cowardly idea…Ghostal to his feet on the outside, Plas from the apron, Ghostal turning…and TORNADO DDT! TORNADO DDT! WHAT A MOVE BY PLAS…Ghostal flat on his back, Plas slides inside to tag in Blitzwing for the first time!"

JHA: "That was insane!"

JFA: "But highly effective…Ghostal out…Blitzwing…what's this? GOING UP TOP! AND HUGE ELBOW DROP…CONNECTED TO GHOSTAL ON THE OUTSIDE! This has been a one sided contest and I don't think Ghostal really knows where he is at. Blitzwing very slow to get up…tossing the crumpled remains of Ghostal in the ring, who's now pleading with Blitzwing…getting no quarter…drop kick to the face and Ghostal back down…cover…1…2…kickout! Tag made to Plasmodium."

JHA: "Ghost…what are you doing? The begging didn't work last time!"

JFA: "Ghostal pulling himself up with the referee…Plas going to grab him and a mule kick, right between the legs by Ghostal onto Plas…Plas is down…and Ghostal Tags in the Lock. Lock not pleased with his partners methods, but in there now, release german suplex, moves quickly into a cross arm breaker…trying to gain some separation and wrench that arm out of the socket. Now rolling release of the hold as he spins Plas to his feet…DINOBOT SLAM! DINOBOT SLAM! Cover…1…2…"

JHA: "3!!!"

JFA: "NO! So close…Blitzwing just in there to break up the count!"

JHA: "Doesn't get any closer than that!"

JFA: 'No sir…it certainly doesn't. The Lock bringing Ghostal back in…who signals that its time to end it…looking for the Cutting Edge…about to lock it in…"

JHA: 'What the hell?'

JFA: "The arena is black as midnight here…wait…the lights are back on…HEY! Ghostal is out cold, under the Archivetron HEY…ITS JINRAI…and Plas is making the pin in the middle of the ring! Blitz racing in the ring to tackle the Lock…1…2…3! Plas and Blitz advance!"

Cyberstrike & Lord Claypool vs. The Big Ragebowski & God Jinrai

The arena darkens and lightning flashes as the crowd jumps to its feet.

JFA: "And a chill has fallen over the arena as the AWF's own Phenom is descending to the ring…he has one purpose here tonight…"
JHA: "ONE?!?"
JFA: "OK…two…to win Archivebowl…and to somehow, someway, destroy Vin Ghostal!"

In the End begins to play as God Jinrai appears, veiled in a shroud of anger and pain. He stands in the center of the ring and raises one fist to the air as the lights go back on.

Whatta Man takes over…

JFA: "Quite possibly the oddest of pairings here in the Archivebowl…Jinrai's partner, The Big Ragebowski…who one has to suspect is looking to get a small piece of his 'buddy' Lord Claypool!"
JHA: "WHY?"
JFA: "Do you even watch these matches? "

JRA: "And their opponents…"

No Chance takes over as does a chorus of boo's from the crowd as Cyberstrike makes his way to the ring area.


Get up pipes into a mixed response for Lord Claypool.

Claypool with a mic: "You know, this just doesn't work for me. Listen Cyberdork, let me break it down for you like this…you're Annika, I'm Vijay and we got teamed sooooo…have fun loser"

Without saying another word Claypool belts Cyberstrike with a stiff right uppercut and leaves.

JFA: "What the…Claypool is walking out!"
JHA: "HA HA HA! Clay would rather give up a title shot than team with Cyberdork! This is hilarious!"
JFA: "Cyberstrike left alone to stand against two of the top superstars in the company after Clay just belted him and walked out…and I think business is about to pick up…Jinners looking over at his partner, the two men…not friends by any means, but both share a smirk as they know they must be one step closer to that Archivebowl prize!"
JHA: "Big Ragebowski to start off…but HEY! CYBERLOSER is still in this!"
JFA: 'Indeed he is, low blow to TBR…"
JHA: "And that hurts Rage more than it would a normal man such as yourself J!"
JFA: "Right…Cyberstrike neutralizing TBR and going to work trying to pull himself back up. Clay meanwhile I guess is backstage with some ladies having himself a good chuckle! Cyberstrike up on his feet and hammering away on TBR. Hard punches…then off the ropes with a guillotine leg drop. Cyberstrike knowing he has to work fast…cause the numbers could catch up to him in a heart beat…scooping TBR to his feet, but TBR with a block of the right and a sudden drop…JAW BREAKER…TBR making his way to the corner and here comes the big man!"
JHA: "You said business was about to pick up…I think that business is about to shut down!"
JFA: "You may be right J…Jinrai whipping Cyberstrike into the ropes, bouncing off himself and to the air and that hang man's clothesline…he must be 10 feet in the air when leaps, nearly decapitates Cyberstrike! And Jinrai showing it…he's showing it…hoisting up…and massive powerbomb…and Cyberstrike has to be out…coughing…blood foaming from his mouth…when Jinrai delivers that powerbomb…bad things happen…and TBR screaming for the tag…Jinrai granting it…TBR to the top…what's this…gyrations…MONEY SHOT! The money shot…and the cover…1…2…3! The Big Ragebowski and God Jinrai advance!"
JHA: "Ahhhh…that's too bad…"
JFA: 'TBR making his way back…his ladies waiting on him…Jinrai acknowledging the crowd…but…HEY…NO…Vin Ghostal…creeping into the ring…and he just…NO! He just blasted Jinrai right in the face with a pipe! Jinrai busted wide open…and this issue between these two has got to be finished…Jinrai down, busted open…and Ghostal with that sick smirk on his face…what does this mean for the rest of the night?"

Wolfang & Divebomb vs. Galvatron91 & Tempest

“Wake Up” blares and Tempest makes his way towards the ring.

JFA: “Like a Shakespearean storm, the Tempest doth come forth”
JHA: “You’re not fooling anybody. We all know you can’t read”

“Ladies and gentlemen, the following is our next tag team contest, with the winners advancing to the ArchiveBowl. Introducing first, making his way to the ring… Tempest!”

Failed to see
How destructive we can be
Taking witout giving back
Till the damage can be seen
Can you see?
Can you see?

“And his partner… from St Paul, Minnesota… the Game! Galvatron91”

JFA: “And listen to this place erupt!”
JHA: “Pardon? I can’t hear a word that you’re saying…”
JFA: “This crowd are on their feet in appreciation of Galvatron91… one of the favourites to go all the way tonight, surely…”
JHA: “He’s not my favourite…”

The music quickly shifts to Bruce Dickinson as Wolfang emerges, looking more than a little unimpressed with his assigned partner, Divebomb, who is following a few paces behind with his Title belt slung over his shoulder.

JHA: “Now there’s one of my favourites. Tag Team co-champion, he knows exactly what it’s all about.”
JFA: “And it looks to me as if it’s gonna be Wolfang and the Game starting this one out. Tempest and Divebomb taking up their positions on the apron. The two men shake hands and we’re underway.”
JHA: “Ugh. Did we have to see that?”
JFA: “Nothing wrong with a bit of sportsmanship now and then, J.”
JHA: “True for then, but I have a problem with now.”
JFA: “Collar and elbow tie-up to start things off… Wolfang winning out suprisingly – side headlock. The Game Showing a lot of strength, though… picks his opponent up and deposits him with an atomic drop. Wolfang turns… and an armdrag by G91 into an armbar.”

Struggling back to his feet, Wolfang breaks the hold and sends the two-time former AWF Champion to the ropes, before back-bodydropping him on the rebound.

JFA: “Blind tag made by the Game to Tempest just then… Wolfang’s not seen it. Back body drop. Now pulls him up again, looking for a piledriver? No! Tempest with a huge clothesline and a lateral press. Referee’s down there – one… two… shoulder comes up.”
JHA: “Now Divebomb never woulda got caught out like that.”
JFA: “Believe what you will – Tempest nearly took his head off there! Picking Wolfang up now… huge bodyslam… off the ropes now and a big elbow drop. Covers again. One. Two. Just kicked out there.”

Heaving Wolfang up before dropping him with a backbreaker, Tempest makes the tag to G91 again.

JFA: “The Game back in now. Good fluid teamwork here… G91 hanging back, giving Wolfang a sporting chance of getting back up. Lunging forward nw, waistlock go-behind… looking for a German suplex perhaps, but no – Wolfang with a firm elbow to the side of the Game’s head… spins around… DDT! Great counter maneouvre by Wolfang. Not making the cover though... crawling across the ring towards his corner, looking to get a breather and bring the fresh man in.”
JHA: “If in doubt, let the Champ have a go. He knows what it’s all about. He’s let Wolfang take the pounding, now he’s gonna get his licks in.”
JFA: “Wolfang reaching for the tag… the NWA man making no effort to reach over and give it. Looks almost bored in fact…”
JHA: “He’s just making Wolfy work for it. No free rides, y’see.”

Pulling himself up, Wolfang stands in the corner and offers his hand to Divebomb. But instead of tagging in, the Canadian simply looks him up and down and laughs.

JFA: “Oh now that’s uncalled for.”
JHA: “Hey, I wouldn’t want to touch him either.”
JFA: “Divebomb refusing to tag in… Galvatron91 is back up in the centre of the ring… Wolfang staring in disbelief…”
JHA: “Hey! He can’t do that!”
JFA: “And Wolfang just tagged Divebomb in himself!”
JHA: “Tagged him?! He punched him in the face!”
JFA: “The referee’s indicated that it’s legal! Divebomb swings at Wolfang now – ducked and Wolfang just drags Divebomb over the top rope and into the ring.”
JHA: “He can’t do that! He’s messing with a G! That damn tracer!”
JFA: “He just did! Divebomb up again… shoves Wolfang…. Wolfang with a boot to the gut… sets him up… Deathstalker! Deathstalker by Wolfang!”
JHA: “Referee! Disqualify him!!”
JFA: “Along with Divebomb? Works for me!”
JHA: “NO! Disqualify the Game… outside interference… inside interference… whatever it is it can’t be legal!!”
JFA: “Wolfang signalling to the Game now… G91 pulling Divebomb up… Pedigree!! Pedigree to Divebomb! That’s gotta be it. Cover… one… two…”
JHA: “Oh, COME ON!!”
JFA: “G91 pulling Divebomb up on two. They’re not done yet. He’s pointing at Tempest… asking the crowd if they want him in. Wolfang agreeing. Tempest tagged in now… Sets him up…. Thunder Press! Tempest with the cover… one… two… three! It’s over! Galvatron91 and Tempest advance to the ArchiveBowl!”
JHA: “That was not fair…”
JFA: “Tell it to the judge. Wolfang raising the arms of Galvatron91 and Tempest in victory. One foot on Divebomb’s body… the NWA man unconscious for the moment. But you can bet he’ll be livid when he comes around.”
JHA: “I’m livid now!”
JFA: “You don’t count.”

Jetfire 2.1 & Amarant Odinson vs. Morpheus & ThunderCracker84

JFA: I can't honestly say that any of the men out here right now for this match like each other. Half the former tag champs, a member of Pulp Faction, a man who went to the limit with the Game not too long ago, and the fiery newb Amarant on top of it all.
JHA: I like the prospects for a good match here, actually! Four volatile elements? Sounds like a winner to me!

Morpheus and TC talk a bit about their strategy as Jets reluctantly allows Amarant to start things off, which he does by nailing Morpheus, who is the one standing in the ring, in the back of the head. He then pulls him right out to the center of the ring, but Morpheus reverses and slams Amarant to the turnbuckle by TC. TC holds his opponent in place as Morpheus goes to work on Amarant. After a few seconds, Morpheus tags TC in, and holds Amarant so TC can get in a free shot. TC then whips Amarant off the ropes and into a spinning heel kick! He moves quick to attempt a Rolling Thunder, but Jets is in there with a kick to the face! TC staggers, allowing Amarant to roll him up, but TC kicks after a count of one! Amarant has a chance just then, lunges over to his corner, and tags Jets in.

JFA: And here we go, folks! Jets taking down TC with a clothesline! In comes Morpheus and down goes Morpheus! Jets is on fire here! Morpheus back up, whipped into and over the ropes! Now Jets hammering away on TC...my God this is a man possessed!
JHA: Wow! I can't believe he's being this brutal!

Morpheus staggers for a few seconds outside the ring, then shakes off the cobwebs and grabs a chair. Amarant, still slightly out of it, sees him and runs over to stop him, but gets nailed for his trouble! Morpheus then slides the chair into the ring, and hops up on the apron, distracting the ref! Jets sees this, leaves TC behind, and starts arguing with the ref, then taking shots at Morpheus, who ducks them until Jets lands a lucky one to his head, knocking him down! But as Jets turns, he is tossed a chair then leveled by a Van Daminator!

JFA: Lifetime Enlightnement! Van Daminator! Oh my, TC comes back huge!
JHA: Holy cow!

TC wastes no time, heads over to the ropes, hops up and delivers a Five Star Frog Splash!

JFA: WHAT IMPACT! TC with the huge frog splash!
JHA: Cover him already!

TC makes the cover, and as Amarant comes to assist, he is blindsided with a clothesline from Morpheus! The ref is then able to count the three, giving the win to TC and Morpheus!

JFA: And just like that, it'll be TC and Morpheus! TC may be the best damn tag team wrestler in this business today; and he sure as hell made his case tonight!
JHA: This is great! I can't wait for what might happen next!

Sixswitch & Redstreak vs. Computron & CloudStrifer

JHA: “And we’re back with more high octane action in the form of tag-team tomfoolery courtesy of some of the finest superstars on the circuit today. Ladies and Gentlemen will you please put your hands together for the fiery duo that is Sixswitch and Rrrrrrrrrredstreeeeeeeak”!!!!

A combination of ‘Operation Blade’ and ‘Points of Authority’ kicks in as the two men barge through the entranceway and cajole each other as to who gets to walk in front. It is ego central in the aisle as Six and Red tussle this way and that before finally pretending to ignore each other, then go off in a huff and high five with the fans on their respective sides of the walkway.

JHA: “And here we have quite an explosive team. It’ll be interesting to see how they co-operate as they come from distinctly different backgrounds. Red as we all know is the son of poor Oklahoma sharecroppers. His family were forced off their land in the 1930s and set out for California in a vain attempt to find work. No, wait, that was Tom Joad in the Grapes of Wrath. Um.... Mr. Streak was born in a Connecticut suburb and spent his formative years developing a strong moral foundation by watching lots of television. Consequently, he has the attention span of a common fruit fly and has dabbled in several trades and hobbies without mastering any of them, including pornographic fly fishing and aeronautical pig dynamics”.
JFA: “Meanwhile Sixswitch was raised by immigrant pig iron cloth capped Yorkshire inbreds with a taste for diseased meat who would beat their dogs with rusty slippers on any given Thursday. After serving as a parachute in World War II, Six made successful inroads in legalised gambling... before they illegalised it. He later moved to Saskatchewan to begin a career as a goat before finding his true calling wearing tights. And the rest, as they say... is history”.
JHA: “Apart from their entire history within the AWF up to this point”.
JFA: “Yes, apart from that”.
JHA: “But I digress..”
JFA: “Yeah, me too, like he said”.

Cut my life into pieces, this is my last resort!

The crowd fail to cheer to any great extent as the new entrance music ushers in its owner.

JHA: “You know if there’s one thing I hate, its the fu%^$@ng stench of wet huskarls”.

Cloud bursts through the entranceway, very large sword held aloft with both hands and his war tattoos glowing in the half-light. He roars with triumphant ferverence and makes lots of powerful sword swings accompanied by a myriad of hack and slash sounds that he’s obviously spent many hours preparing how to do, probably by watching lots and lots of Star Wars films.

JHA: “Cloud, HAVE A BATH”!
JFA: “He can’t hear you J, the kids too far gone”.

Then ‘Hearts on Fire’ pounds across the stadium and a very dishevelled Computron slouches in, clearly embarrassed by his over zealous compatriot. Cloud calls to his guardian force and Comps modsmacks him to shut the hell up.

JHA: “THANK YOU”!

Sadly, it doesn’t stop Cloud, who springs right back up again and trots around his partner roaring things in an ancient tongue. Redstreak and Sixswitch appear amused, causing Computron to growl under his breath and drop his gaze even further toward the ground in front of him.

JFA: “Yes it’s the.... proud team of Computron and Cloudstrifer in the house! Cloud as we all know is an incredibly complex character. Ever since the untimely split of ‘The Reapers’ who were a very promising tag-team from last year, he’s lost the plot a little by getting his ass well and truly handed to him by Scout”.
JHA: “Wait a minute, Scouts a girl”.
JFA: “Yes”.
JHA: “Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha”.
JFA: “You are right to laugh J, but in other ways you would also be right not to. Every dog, and yes even every Huskarl, must have his day. Cloud is nothing if not a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a mystery wrapped in a thick coating of doggie hairs”.
JHA: “True, though he did get whupped that day, I believe he came back to make mincemeat of that hog riding leather clad Barney suit wearing bomb-diggy Bombshell”.
JFA: “Yes, he made bacon out of that Canadian I can tell you”.
JHA: “Which leaves us with the unerring fact that Cloud is in fact as legitimate as the next man here when it comes to any AWF belt”.
JFA: “Indeed. Strange but true”.
JHA: “I know, it scares me also”.

However, once they climb into the ring Computron suddenly perks up. He becomes ‘all business’ as he and Cloud talk up a storm regarding the match. Six appears intrigued by the sudden change, whilst Red applies a nasal spray to cope with the mutt hairs floating around.

JHA: “C’mon ladies, we’re not paying you to stand around looking pretty. Let’s fight”.
JFA: “WAIT, I forgot one thing”.
JHA: “What”?
JFA: “.... and Computron comes from Wales”.
JHA: “Well whoop-de-%^&%$ing doo! Lets hope he doesn’t welsh on this match. Get a goin’ fellas”.

The bell rings and Comps and Red clear out leaving Cloud to go one on one with Sixswitch. In no time at all, Cloud is down like Starscreamer at an American Steel Workers Convention, but he body pops back up so Six doesn’t have to over extend in order to hit him in the face with a four fold cross rip.

Computron tuts in disappointment then tags his fiery partner and bounds over the ropes. Sixswitch backs up with a smile for his good friend and tags in Redstreak. The two fresh men grapple in the middle of the ring before Comps kicks Red’s legs out from under him. He attempts a body splash but Red rolls out of the way and cuts him up with a vicious flurry of kidney punches and spleen busters. The crowd roars as he makes for an early pin.... one.... two... kick out!

Computron grabs Red by the neck with one hand and punches hard into the abdomen with the other. He flings Red to one side and crawls over to tag in Cloud, who this time flies over the top and lands on Red like a plane crash. His unstylish tactics incredibly earn him a solid two count on the pin before Redstreak kicks out through sheer annoyance rather than any real damage sustained. Cloud skids across the floor after being tossed by Red (double Oo-er!) and is about to launch straight back into it when Computron taps him on the shoulder and waggles his index finger in his face.

JHA: “Patience, young grasshopper”.

Cloudstrifer thinks for a moment, and understands. Red gets to his feet and dusts himself off only to find another pair of feet sinking deep into his midsection. Cloud takes him down with authority, but he doesn’t have the speed to make good on it, as in a fit of rage Redstreak grabs him and flips him over like a rag doll before lifting him up and throwing him over the ropes to great applause.

JFA: “Ring domination by the proud Redstreak tonight”.
JHA: “And much as he’d like to, Computron cannot come into this, for right now its Clouds battle”.

The Norse warrior scrambles back to a vertical base and tempers himself. He is after all a man of control, perhaps prone to sudden outbursts at times, as displayed here. For he, like all men his age are also prone to the impetuousness of youth. Freeing his thoughts, he turns back and with no pussyfooting slides back into the ring to engage Redstreak. They battle impressively performing solid wrestling moves and counterattacks. Red hurls Cloud into the turnbuckle and charges, but Cloud pulls out just in time leaving his opponent to slam chest first into the post. Cloud kicks him in the back and watches him fall, then bounds to the top rope and body splashes him.

However, hardly out of the fight Red waits for the inertia to lift him back up again and throw Cloudstrifer backwards. Quickly Cloud maintains the momentum to work with it. He doesn’t sprawl helplessly across the floor; rather he steers himself and manages to stay on his feet, jogging over to his corner where he meets up with Compy.

Cloudstrifer: “you want to go now”?

Computron looks to one side and sees Red’s anger flaring. He smiles sweetly back at his teammate.

Computron: “No you’re alright mate. Go on, give ‘em hell”.

Cloud, though somewhat surprised nevertheless turns back with a sudden sense of freedom with which to exact his regained sense of self-control. He plays an interesting game of cat and mouse with Redstreak for a few minutes until it becomes painfully evident that Red is unimpressed and smacks him into the canvas repeatedly.

Computron: “All right all right, get back here”!

Cloudstrifer dashes back over and tags Comps in. The crowd roars as the two titans go at it like bulls. Red hits the side effect to great effect, but the prolonged exposure to Cloudstrifer has left him depleted somewhat. He backs off and tags in Sixswitch.

The two friends meet face to face, and grin. This is wrestling after all, and the fans deserve battle. They fly at each other and completely miss! Each man charges for his own partner! Sixswitch grabs the startled Redstreak and hauls him over the top rope; Computron does the same with Cloudstrifer. Each man then proceeds to swing his partner round and round at increasing velocity before letting go so that Red and Cloud’s heads collide with the most almighty smack!

Red hits the ground first, out cold. Cloud for some reason staggers ever so slightly and then falls on top of him. Computron politely steps over and places Cloudstrifer in a pin position.

JHA: “What the....”
JFA: “I don’t.... huh”?

Sixswitch * in mock anger*: “Oh poo. We were so close as well”.
Computron: “Sorry pal, my Beyblade stayed up longer. Heh heh”.

The ref, also in complete bewilderment can do nothing but put on the three count. It is administered, and Papa Roach’s ‘Last Resort’ busts across the stadium once more.
Computron prances and skips about the ring while Sixswitch kicks imaginary dust into the air. Then, they each pick up their compatriots, place them over their shoulders and shake hands.

Sixswitch: “Bravo, good man sir”.
Computron: “Excellent. We must do this again sometime”.

They leave the ring carrying their incapacitated other halves. Comps is imagining the proud spectacle of the upcoming Archivebowl, and Sixswitch happy that he’s not going to miss another rooftop disco. The fans cheer despite the odd outcome, perhaps because they’ve already forgotten the match, as well as their own names and that of their families.

D-Extreme & Scout vs. Prowl? & The King

D-Extreme and Prowl? come flying out of the entranceway with all guns blazing. In the next split second Scout flying kicks her way through, connecting sharply with Prowl’s left shoulder, spinning him upon his heel and allowing D the time he needs to get in close and spear him to the ground.

Behind the commotion, Predaking slopes to the floor half in, half out of the entranceway with a nasty looking and already deeply purple-ing black eye.

JHA: “Wow! Things are off to a flying start here. The combatants can’t even wait to get to the ring”.
JFA: “Yes indeedy these four do love a good scrap”.

In no time, Predaking is growling ferociously as he picks himself up and sets his jaw back in place. D-Extreme gets to his feet and prepares to fend him off as Scout makes her way to the ring. Prowl is rolling around on the floor in a daze and D kicks him in the other shoulder whilst hammering Preds in the midsection. With both men in check he bolts for the ring also, and the two evil do-ers snarl and spit at the crowd as they compose themselves and make their way likewise.

JHA: “Here it comes for real now, and boy does Preds ever look pissed”!

The bell rings as the gruesome twosome clamber between the ropes. The ref makes an attempt at keeping one of them out, but they toss him aside like a trifle and lay into D who is standing alone, unsupported and completely unprepared for the two-pronged assault.

As Scout realises the gravity of the situation, Prowl slams D-Extreme into the mat and Predaking splash bombs him. She dives over the top rope only to be met with a timely smack down from the Masta P?

JHA: “Ouch! No love lost between these two I’m sure. Some of our viewers may well remember Scout’s hatred towards Divebomb that stems back to EoD when he clearly wasn’t afraid to hit a girl while her back was turned”.
JFA: “And his NWA Partner in Kryme Prowl? is teaching her what it means to mess with the AWF Tag Team Champions this time around also”.

Although reeling from that vicious chop, Scout nevertheless valiantly floors P? with a superb leg sweep. She heels him in the rocks, and then makes for Preds who is beating D-Extreme like a bad monkey.

JHA: “Two onto one, no fair. Wait, one of them’s a girl... carry on. Whoo-Hoo”!

However, despite the number advantage, D-Extreme is too far-gone to be of any assistance. The mighty Predaking tosses Scout aside with nary an ounce of energy spent in the process. It’s clear to all that she’s way out of her league with this man. The fans start bad mouthing Preds in their droves, giving it all they can to sway his attention from her.

JFA: “Man oh man, I don’t think it would be any stretch of the imagination to say that Predaking has turned into one mean mothercrusher since the dissolution of The Foundation and his split from long-standing teammate Grimlock”.
JHA: “Indeed. This guy has been intense before in his defence of the Tag Belts, but now he’s downright scary. Scout’s really gotta get out of there and feed some spinach to Max Steel like, now”!

Scout bounces off the ropes and attempts to clothesline Preds, but he grabs her forcefully and throws her back from the direction in which she came she came, his advance barely halted. Another drop kick, this time making him stumble back. He curses his foolhardy attitude and suddenly becomes fast and nimble. Scout finds herself becoming extremely defensive as he boxes her into the corner. Behind them D-Extreme is coming to, coughing heavily and nursing the painful back injury. Prowl is clutching his family jewels but is also clearly recuperating. He stumbles over to D and they fight sombrely but cleanly in their damaged states. As they do so the crowd reaction suddenly explodes as Predaking goes completely mental and leaps at Scout, sending the both of them flying over the top ropes and into the floor below!

JHA: “Holy ****! Did he just break Scouts neck”?

The ref makes his way back into the ring as D and P? fist each other (Oo-er!). Prowl is getting the majority of good punches in, really hitting D-Extreme hard.

JFA: “I’m on the hotline J, Scouts barely moving down here. The EMT’s are coming as I speak. Predaking is heckling the fans and, OH MY GOD! He’s just hit one of them! This is insane!
JHA: “And in the ring Prowl is delivering the Mark on D-Extreme, and it looks like this is all over”.

The ref slams the three count on the mat and Manowar’s ‘Warriors of the World United’ blasts over the speakertrons. Prowl? wobbles on his feet and and holla’s victoriously. Meanwhile Preds has engaged the torrent of EMT’s and tombstone’s one of them for absolutely no reason! He’s about to apply the PPC on another when a small group of three of them push him to the floor.

He roars at them and punches Scout in the gut before Prowl? slides from the ring to break up the furore. He signals the win to Preds, who’s anger subsides noticeably. They both raise their fists to the sky, then step over the downed EMT and parade back up the aisle to a clamour of boo’s.

JHA: “What was that”?
JFA: “That, was nasty”.

The EMT’s surround Scout as a stretcher is prepared. In the ring, D-Extreme pulls himself up using the ropes and stares down despondently at his partner. What started out so well has transformed into a total blitz. He considers blaming the ref for letting it all get wildly out of hand, but thinks better of it, choosing instead to slide out of the ring and hobble along by Scouts side as the EMT’s carry her up the aisle.

The fans cheer their camaraderie, and he grips her hand in a comforting manner. She smiles painfully up at him as together they realise their dreams of going into the Archivebowl have been crushed by the low down antics of two thoroughly foul and despicable human beings.

Quick Switch & Sir Auros vs. Nmathew & Black Zarak

JFA: And we're ready to go here again folks, in this possibly one of the most intriguing matchups of the night as the co-Hardcore champs will have to face each other down, and one will not be able to move on to the Archivebowl.
JHA: This is gonna be great! We havent seen those two knock each other around in a while! To say nothing for the elements of Auros and Zarak in this match!

All four combatants are already in the ring, QS and Nmat being the ones arriving most recently. They hand over the Hardcore belt, shake hands, and go to their opposite corners. Auros and Nmat start things off, locking up in the center of the ring. They push off after a moment, and Auros drops right down and sweeps Nmat's legs out from under him. He goes to drop an elbow, but misses. Nmat pulls him up, gives him a few chops, then whips him off the ropes and into a clothesline. He then goes over, tagging Zarak in.

JFA: Quick tag by Nmat, and probly a good strategy, keeping himself out of a potentially compromising position against his co-Hardcore champion partner.
JHA: Man...I wanna see them go at it!
JFA: Looks like you'll have to wait.

Zarak goes to take advantage, clotheslining Auros back to the mat. As he instinctively pops up, Zarak grabs him and nails him with the Ebon Flow! He makes a cover, hooking the leg, but Auros kicks out! So Zarak pulls Auros to his feet, but Sir A will have none of it, whipping Zarak into the ropes then into a sidewalk slam! He pops up, dodges a running clothesline attempt, then the two come back off the ropes at each other and nail each other with clotheslines, dropping them both to the mat!

JFA: Both men down now, each one crawling to his corner...looks like you may see that matchup you wanna see, J...
JHA: Yes! Yes! Tag them in!

Sure enough, they get tagged in, and both stutter as they stand toe to toe. They begin to circle one another, talking the whole way, before locking up. They let off after a moment, the crowd starting to grow a tad restless, then Nmat blindsides QS with a clothesline! The crowd erupts in an ovation as QS retaliates with a clothesline, then starts wailing away on Nmat, so bad in fact that the ref has to separate them! QS backs off, then as Nmat gets back up, he gets dropped back down by QS! He goes to pull Nmat up, but Nmat gets a low blow in! He pushes QS back to his corner, and starts ramming his shoulder into his friend's sternum.

JHA: AHAHAHA! This is great!
JFA: You're sick.

Just then, there's a blind tag! Auros tags himself in, grabs a surprised Nmat, and nails him with the Atomic Piledriver! QS just slumps back in the corner, and before Zarak can compose himself and break the cover, Auros has made the pin and won things for his team!

JFA: Oh my! Huge steal by Auros there!
JHA: What happened? I wanted to see those idiots trash each other more!
JFA: You'll just haveta live with it as is.

RCOSD & Windcharger vs. Strafe & Starscreamer

JFA: “RCOSD and Windcharger making their way to the ring, eyeing each other rather suspiciously...the ArchiveBowl really tests competitors’ ability to shelve their differences and fight for a common cause.”
JHA: “Forget a common cause, Jay! This one’s all about Pulp on Pulp violence, and you know that always makes me smile!”
JFA: “A fair point, as Pulp Faction teammates will square off against one another...”

Just then, “Smack My B*tch Up” begins to blare as Screamer and Strafe step onto the stage. The flamboyant Screamer leads the way, with Strafe walking slowly behind. Reaching the ring, Screamer slides in and meets RCOSD head on, and the two begin exchanging punches to start the match.

JFA: “Screamer doesn’t want to turn this into a brawl. He’s going right up RCOSD’s alley. RCOSD backing Screamer into a corner now...whips him across...big clothesline as he comes out!”
JHA: “Heh...comes out...”
JFA: “Stop it...RCOSD with a big bodyslam...runs the ropes...elbowdrop! Screamer back up...sent into the ropes...Screamer goes for a running forearm...blocked...into the Side Effect! RCOSD with a cover...1...2...and a kickout. Screamer....poke to the eyes slows the big man down. Tag in to Strafe...Strafe going to the top rope...double-axehandle onto RCOSD’s back! And down goes the former Hardcore Champion. Strafe sends him into the ropes...shoulderblock, and RCOSD through the ropes to the outside. Here comes Screamer around the ring...jumps off the steps and nails RCOSD with a flying lariat!
JHA: “Disqualify that fruit, referee! Keep it in the ring!”
JFA: “No hope of that here...Windcharger down to the floor...boot to the midsection...DDT on the floor on Screamer! Referee putting the count on RCOSD...Windcharger helps him back inside. Strafe sends RCOSD into the ropes again...running kneelift! A cover...1....2....and a kickout by RCOSD. Strafe wraps him up...backbreaker! Lifts him again...double backbreaker! Again...a TRIPLE backbreaker by the Pulp Faction man! A cover...1....2.....and Windcharger breaks it up with a boot to the back of his own partner! And now Strafe on his feet, and he and Windcharger sharing a verrrrry cold stare!”
JHA: “I hope those two idiots tear each other apart!”
JFA: “Now that’s not right...RCOSD back up to his feet...looking for the big running boot to the face...oh no! Strafe ducked outta the way, and RCOSD just nailed his own partner!”
JHA: “I love it! Look at RCOSD!”
JFA: “RCOSD looking down at Windcharger...and he’s smiling! He doesn’t give a damn! He couldn’t care less about anyone, not even his own partner! Strafe waiting for RCOSD to turn...boot to the midsection. Could it be the Ivory Tower? No! Blocked, and RCOSD scores with the leverage DDT!”
JHA: “That’s gotta be it!”
JFA: “RCOSD giving the signal for the Smug Shot...dragging Strafe back to his feet...positions him...no! Screamer just came off the ropes with a missile dropkick, and now both men are down!”
JHA: “Come on, R!”

The referee administers the count as both Strafe and RCOSD lie on the mat, battered. Dragging himself back onto the apron, Windcharger gets to his feet and begins to reach for the tag from his partner. As RCOSD reaches the corner, however, Windcharger suddenly reaches into his Subspace Pants and explodes a colorful can of confetti in RCOSD’s face! Blinded, the hardcore legend falls right into Strafe, who nails him with the Ivory Tower! Strafe staggers to the corner and tags Screamer in, and Screamer goes to the top rope and scores with the Spinning Air Bomb, then gets the 1.....2.......3 for the victory! Screamer bounces to his feet and begins to celebrate, but Strafe simply leaves the ring and joins Windcharger in heading to the back! The cameras switch back to the ring, where we see RCOSD holding the back of his head, staring maniacally up the aisle at the Pulp Faction boys!

UPF & Cane vs. Brave Maximus & The Raid

JFA: “Cane and UPF on their way to the ring...Cane, formerly known in the Archive Wrestling Federation as Deathscream, recently making his return to AWF television.”
JHA: “Not like anybody noticed!”
JFA: “Well, this is a good opportunity for Cane to serve notice that he is back in action here in the AWF. And here come Maximus and The Raid!”

While Maximus climbs into the ring, Raid stops on the outside and crosses himself, still visibly concerned about his partner Unicron, whom he’d accidentally knocked off the roof of the arena on Super Mayhem. Climbing onto the apron, Raid looks on as Maximus and Cane lock up to start the match.

JFA: “The powerful Maximus, backing Cane into a corner. Maximus needs a win here tonight after a big upset loss to Amarant Odinson last week, followed up by an unsuccessful bid for the Hardcore Championship.”
JHA: “If he stays in there with Cane for long, he’ll be 0 for 3!”
JFA: “Maximus with a flurry of lefts and rights in the corner...but no! Cane just grabbed him around the throat and dumped him over the top rope to the floor! What power!”

Maximus gets to his feet on the floor, only to get nailed as Cane launches himself over the top rope and down onto the floor with a big cross-bodyblock! The 6-10 Big Blue Machine heaves Maximus into the ringpost, then rams him face-first into the steel steps. Taking the action back inside, Cane nails Maximus with a bodyslam, then scores with a running elbowdrop that gets 1.....2.....before Maximus slips out of it. Whipping Maximus into the ropes, Cane tries for a running clothesline, but Maximus avoids the move and scores with a big samoan drop! Stumbling to the corner, Maximus tags in The Raid, who quickly begins putting the boots to Cane.

JFA: “Raid, the biggest and most powerful GPA member, bringing Cane to his feet...neckbreaker! Big neckbreaker there! The Raid has got to be coming into this match with confidence, having won the BattleBowl last year.”
JHA: “And what a great win it was! He got rid of HBK!”
JFA: “He did indeed...Raid lifting him now....BIG backbreaker! A cover gets 1.....2...and a kickout. Cane verrry slowly back to his feet, he’d be wise to make a tag right about now.”

Waiting for the right moment, Raid backs up and watches Cane stagger to his feet, then dashes forward and scores with his running superkick! The impact sends Cane straight through the ropes and outside to the floor, where UPF goes to check on his partner. As UPF helps Cane back to his feet, however, Maximus runs around the ring and nails the partners with a double-noggin knocker! He throws Cane back into the ring, where Raid picks him up and scores with the Freight Train of Doom series of backbreakers! Raid goes for a cover, but before he can get three, UPF breaks free from Maximus and breaks up the count! As Raid gets to his feet, UPF immediately nails him with the Sky High! UPF returns to his corner, and both Raid and Cane are down!

JFA: “The American Hero evening the score there, and now both men are down!”
JHA: “Come on, Cane!”
JFA: “Earlier, you were raving about The Raid!”
JHA: “Whatever! Anybody but UPF!”
JFA: “Both men inching towards their corners, looking for a tag...and they both make it!”

Maximus and UPF both dash into the ring full throttle, but they collide right in the center of the ring with a double-clothesline, and now THEY both lie on the mat, injured!

JFA: “That was like two huge freight trains colliding right in the center of the ring!”
JHA: “Come on, Maximus!”
JFA: “Maximus goes for a right hand...blocked! A right hand by UPF! And another! And another! Whips him into the ropes...standing dropkick! UPF pulls Maximus to his feet...release German suplex!”

UPF goes for a cover, but Maximus kicks out, then runs for the ropes. As Maximus hits the ropes, however, Cane reaches up and nails him in the back, knocking him right into UPF for a Prime Cutter! The referee counts 1......2.......but amazingly, Maximus gets a shoulder up! Looking stunned, UPF heaves Maximus into a corner and sets him up for the Pegasus Driver. As he does so, however, The Raid rushes over and pushes both men off the top rope, and they roll right into a small package with Maximus on top! The referee counts 1....before UPF rolls through it and gets the 1...2.....3 for the victory!

Backstage

Joey Styles is stood in the locker-room area in front of the camera. On his right is Blaster_86, to his left StoneCold Skywarp.

Joey: “Hi guys, I’m back here with two of our more unlikely partners for tonight’s event. These two men have been at each others’ throats for weeks and you’ve got to find it hard to believe that it’ll all be water under the bridge in a few moments.”

Skywarp: “Water under the bridge? You can have as much water as you want, Tapedeck because I know you’re not old enough to drink the real stuff – but believe me, kid – follow my lead, keep your nose clean and you’re guaranteed a win here and a chance to get an ass-whupping later in the night.”

Y3B: “Talk all you want, old man. The fact is that we both know we have to put up with each other to stand a chance. That suits me fine, because I’ve got a masterplan to guarantee that I go through. And if that means I have to take you with me, then that’s the price I have to pay.”

Skywarp: “I’d love to give you the win if it means I can take you out later, kid.”

Y3B: “Guaranteed victory, Joey. Take it to the bank.”

Blaster_86 & StoneCold Skywarp vs. Ravage & Bombshell

“Ladies and gentlemen, the following is our final tag team contest, with the winners entering the ArchiveBowl.”

Tatu’s “All the Things She Said” nags at the ear of the capacity crowd, as Bombshell emerges from behind the curtain.

JHA: “You hear what Blaster said? Guaranteed.”
JFA: “And you have to wonder what he means, exactly. Either way, both men seem confident they can mount a united front. It’s gonna be tough, though… because this man on the motorcycle won’t be about to lie down.”

“Introducing first, from Maple Ridge… the Mad Bomber – Bombshell!”

JHA: “This is gonna be a barnstormer. Go on – say it.”
JFA: “One Grade A slobberknocker coming right up.”
JHA: “That’s the ticket. No never say that word again.”

“And his partner… from Potsdam, New York… Big Daddy Rav – Ravage!”

JFA: “And this is a combination that would strike fear into the hearts of anybody. ‘I Will Be Heard’ is the song, and you can bet that they will both be heard. Eyeing each other up with suspicion in the ring… they seem willing to co-operate. Both men work a similar style… and you can bet that on their day, either man could take their opponents tonight in singles competition. But we aren’t looking at singles competition, we’re looking at wild card tag team action… and neither of the men they’re about to face are slouches. Both former AWF Champions.”

00:05

JHA: “And both of them hate each other, don’t forget.”

00:03

JFA: “Each seems willing to put that aside, though…”

00:01

JHA: “The man B has got a plan…”

“Headstrong” pumps through the arena as Blaster_86 struts confidently down the aisle. Jumping onto the ring apron he casts his gaze upwards to take in the giant steel structure above him.

JFA: “Blaster_86 taking in the Hell in a Cell… we’ll see that later on tonight. He’s smiling at it. Perhaps thinking how lucky he is not to be involved in that match later on.”

Glass shatters and Nickelback fills the arena.

“And their opponents – first, currently in the ring, from Vancouver, British Columbia – Y3B, Blaster_86. And from Carlisle, England… StoneCold Skywarp!”

JFA: “Four more men to be in the ring shortly… two of them will advance and round off the ArchiveBowl. Let’s recap: Already in there, we’ve got Sir Auros, Strafe, Starscreamer, Tempest, Galvatron91, Prowl, Blitzwing, Plasmodium, The Big Ragebowski, Quick Switch, The King, Computron, Cloudstrifer, ThunderCracker84, UPF, Morpheus, Cane and God Jinrai. 18 Men… we’re about to add two more.”
JHA: “Let the games commence.”
JFA: “All four men in the ring now. Gotta wonder who’s gonna kick things off. Skywarp looking unimpressed as Blaster jaws off about something… looks like it’s gonna be Bombshell for his team.”
JHA: “He shouldn’t be ignoring Blaster – the kid’s gotta put his strategy across. He’s a tactical genius. He’s already guaranteed victory.”
JFA: “Haha. And Skywarp just ignoring Blaster and stepping through the ropes. Looks like it’s gonna be Blaster and Bombshell… no love lost there. And I can assure the viewers that this is a chimp and dinosaur free environment.”
JHA: “Did you HAVE to bring that up?”
JFA: “It seemed the done thing in the context… especially considering that Skywarp donned the costume that one time as well.”
JHA: “I wouldn’t mention that too loudly… I’d hate to think what Blaster would do to you if you inferred that Skywarp gifted him his first title.”
JFA: “I didn’t say that.”
JHA: “But you implied it!”

Bombshell hears the bell ring and immediately lunges for his fellow Canadian, but Y3B ducks under and shuffles away, pointing to his head and mocking the crowd.

JHA: “See – he’s smart. Not gonna let Bombshell near him.”
JFA: “Not too smart, obviously! Too busy tauntung the crowd, didn’t see Bombshell come up behind him. Blaster may have been on a time-out, but the Mad Bomber certainly wasn’t. Huge clothesline from behind by the former Intercontinental Champion. Hauling Y3B up now… armwringer and a short clothesline.”
JHA: “Good bit of offensive play.”
JFA: “Whips Blaster to the turnbuckle with authority now… and a big boot as the former Champ staggers forward.”
JHA: “Hang on – cover… one… two… whew. Kick out. Good play there.”
JFA: “Play? What is this, hockey? Bombshell tagging in Ravage now… both men in… double whip to the ropes… and a double big boot. Bombshell stepping out of the ring now, and I think Blaster’s busted open. Ravage heaving him up… Irish whip to the buckle… avalanche follows it in…”
JHA: “This isn’t in the game plan… this isn’t in the masterplan…”
JFA: “Perhaps he didn’t take the other team into account. Big Daddy Rav setting it up here… Hangover? No! Blaster spun down onto his feet behind him… Breakdown! Cover by Blaster! One… two…”
JHA: “Owowowoowhhhh….”

Rather than kick out of the lateral press, Ravage simply places his hands on Blaster’s chest and presses his opponent up into the air as if he weighed nothing.

JFA: “Impressive show of power there from Ravage. Blaster up though and makes the desperate tag to Skywarp. Wants to regain some of his energy on the outside there.”
JHA: “Smart play – if in doubt, get the hell out!”
JFA: “And he definitely was in doubt there… Skywarp in now and immediately to work on the still-fallen Ravage. Stomping away like there’s no tomorrow. Ravage pulling himself back up now… Skywarp with a punch to the gut… forearm to the head… kick to the gut… another punch to the head. Referee not calling him on the closed fists.”
JHA: “Of course he isn’t! Would you?!!”
JFA: “Kneelift to the stomach by StoneCold… Front facelock… looking for a suplex… no, Ravage blocking it… And Big Daddy Rav reversing it… oh, the power… huge delayed vertical suplex… no!”
JHA: “Oh… that’s got to hurt.”
JFA: “Ravage just dropping Skywarp across the top rope… and I think the former Champion may be singing slightly higher in the shower tonight. Still perched there, a look of severe discomfort on his face. And Bombshell just shaking on the rope, making matters worse, one would feel.”

Moving along the apron, Bombshell lands a hard blow to the side of Skywarp’s face, knocking him off the rope and back into the ring.

JFA: “Ravage making the tag back to Bombshell. And the Canadian in… makes the cover. Shoulder comes up on two. Bombshell up and drops the elbow. Another cover, but again the shoulder comes up on two.”
JHA: “Doesn’t look much like a Champion on his back, does he?”
JFA: “Bombshell hauling him back up now… positioning him for a powerbomb… no, double leg takedown by Skywarp, rolls over! One! Two… Bombshell powers out.”
JHA: “Now that was close…”
JFA: “Looked like a champion there! Both men back to their feet… Bombshell lunges, ducked by Skywarp… boot STUNNER!! Skywarp Stunner on Bombshell! I don’t think he got all of it, but it was enough to take the wind out of his sails. And… tag made! Blaster back in!”
JHA: “He doesn’t look in much of a hurry.”
JFA: “Blaster_86 coming back in… nonchalant cover… one… two… broken up by Ravage. Referee ordering Ravage out of the ring now… the big man arguing his case, for what it’s worth and… here come Odinson and Blitzwing. Blaster’s two hired lackeys taking up a position on the outside of the ring. And you have to wonder if these two are his masterplan.”
JHA: “I’d say it’s safe to assume.”

Hanging back, Blaster allows Bombshell to clamber up to his feet, before grabbing him by the shoulder and tossing him headlong into the corner of the ring.

JFA: “Interesting strategy… just presenting Bombshell with a tag to his partner. Ravage in now… and Blaster tags in Skywarp. Interesting.”
JHA: “Smart play. He obviously wants Sky in there against Ravage. Don’t question the masterplan.”
JFA: “Blitzwing and Odinson have come across to Bombshell now… are they trying to talk the Mad Bomber into Blaster’s camp? I don’t know if they’d have much luck on that score.”
JHA: “You’d be surprised at their resourcefulness.”
JFA: “I’m sure I wouldn’t. Skywarp and Ravage duking it out… and Skywarp somehow getting the best of the big man… but not phasing him… right hand… dodged by Ravage… Chokeslam! Is it… yes! Ravage connects with the chokeslam. But Blaster’s in… referee across to keep him out… cover by Ravage… no referee there… and what the? Odinson grabbing a chair from ringside… into the ring and just smashed Ravage in the back of the head with that chair!”
JHA: “That’s gotta hurt…”
JFA: “Referee didn’t see it… Bombshell was talking to Blitzwing… now he’s seen the scene in the ring… screaming at Odinson and Blitz… trying to figure it out. Referee back to the action now… Blaster’s diversion is over.”
JHA: “The smart general.”
JFA: “Skywarp hauling himself back up now… doesn’t know what happened… probably assumes Blaster broke the pin up. Pulling Ravage up now… Stunner! Stunner by Skywarp! But… what the hell? Blitzwing into the ring and just levelled Skywarp with a clothesline! Right in full view of the referee! Official calling for the bell and what the hell is going on here?”

As the referee bails out of the ring, Blitzwing starts to stomp away on Skywarp, with Amarant Odinson climbing back in armed with the steel chair.

JHA: “What… I don’t get it?”
JFA: “Blitzwing and Odinson pummeling away on Skywarp… setting him up… double DDT on the chair!”

“Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has informed me that he has disqualified Ravage and Bombshell for outside interference. As such, the winners of this match… StoneCold Skywarp and Blaster_86!”

JFA: “Oh that is just sickening…”
JHA: “I get it now! Genius! The masterplan paid off!”
JFA: “That… That is just wrong. The referee saw Blitzwing come from Bombshell’s corner and attack Skywarp. That was enough to call for the dq. And the look of disgust on Bombshell’s face says it all. Blaster sitting back and smiling as his two hired goons do a number on Skywarp. The Mad Bomber making his way back up the aisle… he doesn’t care anymore. And I am absolutely disgusted.”

As the two Canadians beat away on Skywarp, Ravage slowly clambers to his feet. Looking up he sees the carnage around him and lashes out in explosive manner.

JFA: “And Ravage is up… and he’s not too happy… just clotheslines Blitzwing out of his boots… Odinson charges but eats a big boot… Blitzwing up… boot… Hangover! Hangover to Blitzwing… And Odinson bails before he can catch one. Blaster_86 was halfway up the ramp as soon as he realised that Ravage had recovered. His plan’s worked. He’s through… and Skywarp’s taken a beating. That is a sick man.”
JHA: “A sick man with a great plan! He said he’d guarantee victory. It takes a special kind of mind to figure out that plan. Sheer brilliance.”
JFA: “Sick, not brilliant. Ravage helping Skywarp up now… Sky doesn’t even seem to know where he is… he’s awake, but he doesn’t have the strength to argue. I’m sure that, were he 100% coherent, he wouldn’t accept Ravage’s help. As it stands, he’s got the length of the next match to prepare for the ArchiveBowl. It may not be long enough.”

Hell in a Cell: God Jinrai vs. Vin Ghostal

JFA: There aren't many words to describe it. It's a career ender, a hard shell, and an impossible obstacle to ignore. It's a Hell in a Cell.
JHA: Oh man, I thought they outlawed this thing! Nothing good's ever come out of it!
JFA: I don't know about that... but let’s take you back and show you why we’re here.

A highlights package rolls, recapping the events leading upto this match

No sooner is the Cell lowered down than "In The End" hits, and Jinrai comes out to the ring to a solid face pop. But he doesn't seem to notice, his face clearly focused on the 12 foot high structure encircling the ring. He climbs inside and starts checking things out.

There are certain things in life that you can stop, and there are certain things in life that can't be stopped

The arena is filled with the sound of boos as Vin Ghostal shows up, makes his way down, eyeing Jinrai the whole way, and slides into the cage.

Then the bell rings. The two men immediately start going at each other with rights and lefts, until Ghostal gains the early advantage, whipping Jinrai off the ropes and into an armdrag takedown.

JFA: And here we go, folks. No countouts, no disqualifications, just Hell in a Cell. Jinrai now up, reverse into a clothesline!
JHA: Oooh! That's gotta hurt!

Ghostal pops back up, but as Jinrai goes to follow up his clothesline, he gets reversed into a DDT! Ghostal then gets up and drives a heavy elbow into Jinrai's sternum, goes for a cover, but Jinrai kicks out pretty quick. Ghostal then pulls him up and whips him into the ropes, clotheslining him against the mesh of the cell. Ghostal keeps the pressure on, causing Jinrai's face to scrape against the mesh. The ref forces Ghostal off after a few seconds, then Ghostal bounces off the opposite ropes and nails Jinrai in the back of the head with a vicious drop-kick! This slams Jinrai's face further into the mesh!

JFA: This doesn't look too good for Jinrai here. Ya gotta think if this keeps up it's only a matter of time before he'll get a cut open, and that vicious Vin Ghostal will pounce on it.
JHA: Yep, that's what Vinny G does, and Jinrai will deserve every last blow!

As Ghostal moves in again, Jinrai shoves him back to the other side of the ring, then nails him with a huge clothesline! This brings the crowd to life, and Jinrai dumps Ghostal with another clothesline, then pulls him up and powerbombs him! Jinrai staggers a second, then covers, hooking the leg, but Ghostal kicks out after two!

Jinrai steps back, flexing his hand in preparation for a chokeslam. Ghostal gets up, staggers into Jinrai's grip unknowingly, but as soon as Jinrai gets hold of him, Ghostal kicks him in the groin, then darts out the cell door! As Jinrai goes down in agony, Ghostal grabs a chair from ringside. He shoves the other refs aside, smacks the chair on the ground a couple times, and waits for Jinrai, who sure enough obliges him by heading for the door. Ghostal smacks Jinrai in the head with the chair, then slams the door on him!

JFA: Dammit, damn that Ghostal! He's just laid Jinrai out with a damn steel chair!
JHA: This is great! Get in there and cover him, Vinny!
JFA: Ghostal tossing the chair down, going back inside. This is a damn travesty, ladies and gentlemen, I can't even tell you...makes the cover, one...two...NO! JINRAI KICKED OUT!!!
JHA: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
JFA: I don't think Ghostal can believe it either!

As Ghostal shouts at the ref that it was a three, Jinrai suddenly sits up like nothing ever happened.

JFA: Oh God...Jinrai's back up again here folks...he doesn't look any worse for wear...
JHA: How's this possible? Vinny turn around!
JFA: Ghostal turning, ducks under Jinrai and outta the cage he goes! There's nowhere to run, Ghostal!

Ghostal seems to realize the only way out is up, and starts climbing the cage! After a moment, Jinrai slides out and follows him!

JFA: Oh God; we've seen where these things can go before. Ghostal now on top of the cage, Jinrai coming up, Ghostal nails him with a right, and a left, and a drop-kick! Jinrai teetering...no, he keeps his balance--Ghostal misses with a dropkick, Jinrai back around, neckbreaker! Neckbreaker on top of the cage!
JHA: Oh man, that sure shook the cage! Jinrai's not a small guy, and that cage might not hold if he keeps that up!
JFA: Ghostal back to his feet now, ducks under the clothesline attempt...shot to the knee of Jinrai, but that looks to just be making him more mad. Another shot, now wait! Jinrai has Ghostal by the throat! And what the hell's he doing?!?!?!
JHA: NOOOOOOO!!!! HE BETTER NOT DO WHAT I THINK HE'S GONNA DO!!!!
JFA: LOOK OUT BELOW!!! CHOKESLAM!!!! CHOKESLAM THROUGH THE SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE!!! BY GOD, JINRAI HAS JUST DESTROYED--wait...what the...?
JHA: What's he looking around for?
JFA: I dunno, but he's sure got the crowd's attention over something. Slaps his elbow twice and...MY GOD! IT'S THE DOUBLE-MOVE! JINRAI FINISHES OFF HIS GODBUSTER! AND HE MAY HAVE DESTROYED HIMSELF IN THE PROCESS!
JHA: I don't believe this! They're laying there, side by side, I think they may both be unconscious! Someone get a medic!

A few tense moments go by as the combatants barely twitch. No medic comes, and the ref doesn't ring the bell, he can't. There are no count-outs, no DQs. Both men begin to stir, Jinrai rolling off the wreckage first, then groping his way back to the cell. He opts to head back up instead of inside, as though he has something devious in mind to do to his nemesis. Ghostal comes around as Jinrai gets about halfway up, sees him, and staggers his way after him, looking gangly from the fall and the huge elbow drop.

JFA: These men have to be insane, going back up to the top of the cell after one another. I can't even believe this, folks, but I'll be damned if we aren't seeing it right here and now.

Both men get up top, and stand there, panting at each other for a moment until they feel strong enough to start trading blows again. Ghostal quickly lays Jinrai out with a clothesline, and the big man pops back up quickly, but gets nailed again by a hard clothesline, the impact shaking the cell top to bottom. Ghostal then sweeps Jinrai up for the fallaway slam!

JFA: Ghostal, man does he look like he's beat, he's got Jinrai up, fallaway slam and OH MY GOD!!!!! THROUGH THE CELL! THE CELL, THE CELL JUST COLLAPSED!!!!!
JHA: WHOAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
JFA: BOTH MEN, BOTH MEN LAYING THERE PINNED UNDER ONE OF THE WALLS AND ON TOP OF THE ROOF! I--I DON'T THINK THERE ARE WORDS TO DESCRIBE WHAT WE JUST SAW!
JHA: There may be in a second...Jinrai's putting his arm over Ghostal!
JFA: My God...instinct, it can only be instinct! The ref, back over from the outside, one...two...THREE!!!!!!! JINRAI WINS IT! BY GOD, JINRAI HAS BEATEN GHOSTAL!!!!
JHA: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! The slam backfired!
JFA: This may be the most incredible display I've ever seen, and what will, what strength from Jinrai to recover his arm enough to drape it over for the win! I can't even describe it...just AMAZING!

The ArchiveBowl

JFA: “Well… what way to progress from that but to welcome out our esteemed broadcast colleague – Joey Styles?”
JHA: “I can think of a dozen.”
Joey: “I’m pleased to see you again, too, Jay. How are the kids?”
JHA: “You should know, you look after them. How is your wife, incidentally? As good as before?”
Joey: “Touche. Well, folks. As they raise what’s left of the cell, we’ll just take a moment to remind you of the competitors in this match.”

A group of EMTs walk away from the ring with Vin Ghostal on a stretcher.

JFA: “Twenty top AWF superstars to take part here tonight. God Jinrai, who we’ve just seen, is the first I guess. Assuming he can stand, he’ll be taking part. Medical staff currently attending to him to make sure he’s fit. Most recently, we saw Blaster_86 and StoneCold Skywarp go through. Computron and CloudStrifer scored a surprising win over the fancied Redstreak and Sixswitch. It seems that Welsh Nationalism is thicker than water.”
JHA: “Welsh Nationalism is thicker than a lot of things.”
Joey: “God Jinrai’s partner earlier tonight was the Big Ragebowski, Mirage. A former Intercontinental and European Champion, you can be sure he’s one to watch. Two more former IC Champions are Plasmodium and the surprise return of the night – Blitzwing, who stepped in to replace Unicron and then was responsible for the progression of Blaster and Skywarp.”
JFA: “With a shot at the AWF Championship up for grabs, it only seems fair to mention the former Champions that we’ve got in the ArchiveBowl. Skywarp and Blaster we already mentioned, but we’ve also got to look out for ThunderCracker84 and the legendary Galvatron91.”
JHA: “I think you’re all looking in the wrong place – it’s gonna be an all GPA affair at Dual Destruction. Prowl’s already got half the Tag Title, he’s gonna walk out with the title shot and face my main man – Homeslice at the DD.”
Joey: “Prowl will certainly be one to look out for, but we’ve got another co-champion to keep an eye on. A remarkable state of affairs – Quick Switch is still half of the Hardcore Championship holders, he’ll just be disappointed that he had to go through his co-champion Nmathew to get through. I’m sure that Pulp Faction will be behind him and Strafe, another man who’ll be looking for a good showing after qualifying along with his partner Starscreamer.”
JFA: “And if we’re talking about former Champions, we can’t ignore the former Tag Team and Intercontinental Champion – The King. Many people think that he deserves a shot at the big one, and with his resumé, it’s hard to argue.”
Joey: “Another man to hold the IC belt – UPF. He’s going to be fancied by many here. As is his enigmatic partner from earlier: Cane.”
JHA: “That man scares me. And not in a horror movie way. And on the subject of weirdos – how did Morpheus qualify?”
JFA: “Will you stop that? The man I’m excited to see is Tempest. He’s an unknown quantity and could surprise a lot of people here tonight.”
JHA: “Nah. You know you’ve all overlooked the real winner. He’s big, he’s bad, he’s got a knight-hood! Sir Auros is gonna walk away with it all. And you can’t do a damn thing to stop it!”

The remnants of the cell eventually reach the rafters and the bell rings. The EMTs who were examining Jinrai leave him to lean against the turnbuckles of his own devices and the other combatants start to file down the ramp.

Joey: “Okay, let’s run down the rules for those at home. All twenty men will start in the ring at the same time. Standard battle royal rules apply – a man is eliminated when he is thrown over the top rope and both feet hit the floor. However, here’s where it’s special: If a competitor is pinned for the count of three or signals a submission to one of the referee’s, he will also be eliminated. Obviously, there won’t be much room for a pinfall in the early going, but it could make it very interesting later in the match.”
JFA: “And just to remind those who may have forgotten – the winner receives an AWF Title shot at Dual Destruction.”
JHA: “Thank you, Captain Obvious.”
Joey: “I think we’ve got everybody in the ring now… it’s packed and there’s a lot of tension in there. I can see Skywarp jostling there, he’s got a few stitches in his head, Blaster and Blitzwing understandably trying to stay as far away as possible. Just a reminder that our esteemed commissioner Mr Vaccaro has deemed that no member of the roster not involved in the ArchiveBowl is allowed in the ringside area.”
JFA: “A good decision all around.”
JHA: “Blatant partisanship.”

The bell rings and the crowd leap up in anticipation. Almost straight away the ring splits into four quarters. In one corner Blitzwing and Blaster try to steer clear of Skywarp, but get waylaid by Galvatron91 and TC84. Meanwhile, Skywarp gets forced back into a corner by the combined assault of Starscreamer and Mirage.

Joey: “And it looks as if we’ve had our first elimination… The King made his way straight for God Jinrai, and the big man was in no fit state to respond as he was just tossed over the top rope like nobody’s business. I guess that Hell in a Cell really took it’s toll.”
JFA: “He was a winner earlier on, but three matches in a night perhaps just beyond him.”
JHA: “Vinny G could have done it if it wasn’t for that useless Lock.”
JFA: “And we’ve got our second elimination, it looks like… over the far side, Cloudstrifer’s on the floor… Not sure who put him out.”
Joey: “I think it was Strafe… and Prowl charging the Pulp Faction man now… back bodydrop over the top, but he’s landed on the apron and back in under the bottom rope.”

Seeing Prowl slide back in, Quick Switch immediately darts across to stop him from getting the jump on his fellow Pulp Faction member, but before he can make it count, Auros sneaks across and jabs a thumb into his eye, before slamming Switch facefirst into the top turnbuckle.

JHA: “Good work by Auros… Prowl’s up… lovely spinebuster on Quick Switch.”
JFA: “Strafe going for Auros now… trying to force him over… both men struggling… Prowl up behind them… and they’re both gone! Prowl forcing them both over the top rope! And we’re down to 16 just like that!”

With Skywarp forced into the corner, Mirage and Starscreamer take turns at hammering at him; whilst Galvatron91 vents his frustrations on Blitzwing.

Joey: “Blaster_86 and ThunderCracker84 renewing old rivalries here… pounding each other… really going at it. Fists of fury from both men… neither seeming to give…”

As the two men renew their rivalry, Tempest and UPF are teaming up to try to dislodge Cane, who has somehow become tangled between the top and middle rope.

Joey: “Plasmodium and Morpheus scuffling away on the mat, each trying to wrestle the other into a pinning combination… Prowl’s gone to the top rope… high risk operation here… and a huge diving elbow onto the body of Quick Switch, still laid out from that spinebuster.”
JFA: “Cover made by the GPA man… referee slides in… one… two… broken up by Computron. Comps unhappy that Prowl’s walking around with his title belt, I feel. Forcing him back into the corner… rights and lefts to the gut… backs up… a charge in – no! Prowl moved and Computron just went chest first into the turnbuckle… grabs him from behind and Prowl just heaves Computron over the top and to the floor.”
JHA: “Chalk one more down to the big bad NWA guy!”

JFA: “Am I the only one who’s noticed that the King’s been pretty much taking a breather since eliminating Jinrai? He’s managed to steer clear of everybody… been going around getting cheap shots in on everybody, but as yet nobody’s really engaged him.”
Joey: “I do believe you’re right, J.”
JHA: “Get a room.”
Joey: “Prowl turning his attention back to Quick Switch now… QS back to his knees…”
JFA: “Low blow by Quick Switch!”
JHA: “Referee!”
Joey: “No disqualifications in this match! Prowl just nailed in the family jewels… small package by Quick Switch… referee’s in! One! Two! Three! Prowl’s gone! The first pinfall of the match!”

Livid, Prowl is pulled kicking and screaming under the bottom rope by the officials. Quick Switch subtley flicks a one-fingered salute at the GPA bodyguard before the King sets upon him from behind with a series of axehandle blows.

Joey: “StoneCold looks to be fading fast in the corner. Still pretty worn down after the beating he took at the hands of those Canadian vultures earlier. Mirage and Starscreamer about ready to pick him off.”
JFA: “I hate to say it, but you could well be right… TC and Blaster still going at it… a bit more space in the ring, now… TC with a whip to the ropes, drops his head, Blaster with a perfectly executed DDT. Stomping away now.”
JHA: “Haha! And look at Mirage! Quality.”
JFA: “The Big Ragebowski… uhm, girating in the face of the fallen Skywarp. StoneCold propped up against the bottom turnbuckle… now Starscreamer indicating that he wants a go. Mirage stepping back.”
Joey: “That’s one of the few things left in this business that I never ever wanted to have to see. Starscreamer grinding. But… Galvatron91! With a big knee to the back of Screamer! And he’s out of here! Running kneelift just sent him flying forward and over the top rope! The Game to the rescue of Skywarp. I never thought I’d see that either!”
JFA: “Mirage going for the Game now… ducked by G91… superkick! G91 just levelling Mirage with a little sweet chin music. Makes the cover… referee in… one… two… broken up by Blitzwing. Bit of a strange one there, it’s meant to be every man for himself!”
JHA: “Nah… Blitz knows the more guys are in there, the better chance there is of eliminating the Game. Don’t want to give him any momentum.”
Joey: “And on the far side it looks like Tempest and UPF have finally untangled Cane… on the apron now, clinging to the bottom rope and both men pushing at him with their feet…. He’s gone! He made it difficult for them, but they finally exorcised that demon.”

With TC84 finally down, Blaster seizes on his moment to move in on the battered body of Skywarp. Stomping away, he forces his foot into the Englishman’s throat and pushes down.

JFA: “Blitzwing trying to contain G91 at the moment… a few blows to the back of the neck… and a huge counter by the Game!”
Joey: “T-Bone suplex. Just took Blitzwing on a huge round-the-world tour. The Canadian trying to get back up now… Crossface by the Game!”
JFA: “G91 applying the Endgame to Blitzwing… he’s got it locked in tight… I don’t think Blaster’s seen yet – now he has! Y3B trying to get across but… Skywarp’s just grabbed his ankle! Blaster falls flat on his face… Skywarp wasn’t as out of it as we thought… and Blitzwing’s tapping! Blaster’s lackey has gone!”
JHA: “Lackey?! He was a legitimate contender for the whole thing!”
JFA: “Like hell he was… he was out here solely to watch his master’s back like an obedient lapdog.”

With 11 men remaining, the field stands almost halved. Predaking pounds away on Quick Switch in the corner, trying to force him over the top. Meanwhile, Tempest and UPF seem to have formed an alliance, having removed Cane from the fray, they have moved across to separate the brawling Plasmodium and Morpheus.

JFA: “Blaster kicking out at Skywarp, trying to free his leg from that grip. Not having much luck… Skywarp back to his feet now… The Game watching the two in amusement… and… Mirage! From behind with the roll-up on Galvatron91! One! Two! Oh, just kicked out…”
Joey: “G91 back to his feet now… catches the Big Ragebowski in a full nelson… dragon suplex! One! Two! And somehow Mirage powers out.”
JHA: “He’s my new pick! Auros and Prowl are gone! Mirage is my new pick! He can go all the way!”

Joey: “Tempest trying to heave Plasmodium out over the top now… not having much joy… UPF and Morpheus helping as well… He’s over… he’s going… he’s going…”
JFA: “TC84’s back up… coming across to help… pushes from behind… and…”
Joey: “Gone! Wait, no, who? UPF and Morpheus pushed over the top by TC’s extra momentum… Plasmodium somehow sneaks back in under the bottom rope and both UPF and Morpheus are eliminated.”
JHA: “Looks like The King’s about to send Quick Switch for the ride…”
Joey: “Quick Switch has been hanging on for dear life… finally forced onto the apron… quickly to his feet and a front facelock on the King. What is this? Snap suplex! Quick Switch just suplexed King off the apron, over the top rope, out of the ring and to the floor!”
JHA: “He’s gone too!”
JFA: “No he’s not! This is amazing… Quick Switch somehow hooked his feet under the bottom rope… he’s hanging upside down off the ring apron, but his feet are still caught under the bottom rope… how much agility will he need to get back in?”

The question is quickly rendered redundant, however, as a firm right hand from Skywarp sends Blaster_86 hurtling backwards into the ropes, breaking the resistance and sending the Hardcore Co-Champion slumping to the floor.

JHA: “Now he’s gone.”
JFA: “And by the looks of things, Blaster_86 may not be far behind him… Skywarp’s got a second wind and is out to get his own back for what the Canadian pulled earlier in the night.”
Joey: “Utterly reprehensible in every conceivable way. Skywarp stomping a mudhole in him now, though.”
JFA: “Tempest and ThunderCracker84 going at it now… TC hammering away with those educated feet… spinning heel kick now, Can’t take Tempest down… and Tempest just floors him with a clothesline…”
JHA: “Good god almighty…”
JFA: “And out of nowhere… Galvatron91 just landed some sweet chin music on Tempest… staggered the big man all the way to the top rope and over to the floor. Absolutely incredible!”
JHA: “Uhm… where’s Plasmodium?”
Joey: “He’s… gone. I don’t know where or when, but I can’t see him.”

The cameras quickly cut to the crowd at ringside, where Plasmodium is stood giving autographs to a throng of Japanese tourists. One of the womenfolk is holding a “Plasm0dium is the h0tZ0r5” sign.

JFA: “That Plas, always one for the fans.”
JHA: “Was he eliminated or what?”
Joey: “I don’t think he was… hang on, I’m being told that he slipped out under the bottom rope when he saw the sign.”
JFA: “We’re down to six, then. Galvatron91, Blaster_86, StoneCold Skywarp, ThunderCracker84, The Big Ragebowski and Plasmodium. One of these men will face the AWF Champion at Dual Destruction.”
Joey: “It doesn’t look like it’s going to be Blaster_86, though… Skywarp looking at his watch… Blaster on his knees now… Skywarp hauls him up… boot… Stunner! Stunner to Blaster_86. Pulling him up… another one! Two Stunners. Y3B is dazed. Easy pickings perhaps…”
JFA: “Looks like the countdown is on for his elimination.”
JHA: “Oh har har har.”
JFA: “Picking him up now… Ready to sling him… but… what? The Big Ragebowski with a kneelift to the back of StoneCold! Skywarp facefirst to the buckle… Mirage… grabs him by the neck… no… and he’s out! The Big Ragebowski just blindsided StoneCold Skywarp! And Skywarp is absolutely furious on the outside!”
Joey: “Absolutely phenomenal! Blaster’s out cold and he doesn’t realise how lucky he is…”

Angry beyond belief, Skywarp lashes out at the officials on the outside, nailing one with a Stunner and punching two more down.

JHA: “Oh… that’s gonna cost him.”
JFA: “Mirage can’t believe it… he’s acting like he’s won the thing… but the Game’s up behind him… turn around, Rage! Pedigree! Pedigree by the Game!”
Joey: “Cover by G91, but none of the referees are available! They’re all out trying to placate Skywarp… the Game up to his feet again… Skywarp finally leaving… Galvatron91 pulls Mirage up… but…”
JHA: “LIFETIME ENLIGHTENMENT!! TC held his spot and timed it right!”
JFA: “Right to the back of the head… he’s knocked the wind right out of his sails, it looks like. Picking him up now… and just tosses the Game over the top… no! G91 held tight… he’s over the apron, but he’s got him… he’s got him in a modified crossface, it looks like… he’s not going over without TC!”

Having given autographs to all and sundry, Plasmodium suddenly hops the guardrail and slides back into the ring. He glances around, sees Mirage flat out on his back, Blaster in a heap in the corner and TC struggling to avoid going over.

JHA: “Oh dear god… he’s got the pick of the crop…”
JFA: “He’s going for TC!”
Joey: “Plasmodium’s strategy seems to have paid off… grabs the leg… and TC’s out of there along with the Game. Both of them looking at each other in disgust on the outside. G91 with a wry smile on his face… angry, but he can see the irony of it. Just telling TC not to get too cocky about anything. And the two of them shake hands.”
JHA: “Oh, that’s disgusting.”

Joey: “And we’re down to our final three. And who would have believed it? Plasmodium, Blaster_86 and The Big Ragebowski. And it’s Plas who’s got the distinct advantage.”
JFA: “Indeed.”
JHA: “Don’t.”
JFA: “Plas pulling up Mirage now… scoops him up and a hard slam down to the mat again. Moving towards the legs now… looking for that ol’ Cold Torment, perhaps?”
Joey: “Definitely one of the more unique moves in the AWF. A cross between a Cloverleaf and the Lion Tamer. He’s got it locked in. Referee into the ring, asking Mirage if he wants to quit.”
JHA: “There’s no quit in the Big Ragebowski.”
JFA: “B86 is up to his feet now… somehow… hits the ropes… and a huge bulldog facebuster to break it up… to the ropes again…”
JHA: “Soundsault! In stereo!”
Joey: “Stunningly executed Soundsault by Blaster… landed on both Mirage and Plasmodium. Makes the cover… both men pinned, this to win it! One! Two!”
JFA: “Oh, and both men get their shoulder up… incredible.”

Standing up frustrated, Blaster drags Mirage out towards the centre of the ring and looks to apply the Walls of Blaster.

Joey: “Now Y3B going for his own Lion Tamer on Mirage. Plasmodium up though… and a spinning heel kick breaks it up. Plas taking Blaster to the ropes now… trying to force him over…”
JHA: “Gonna take more than that. Blaster can smell that title shot… he wants to be a three time Champion.”
JFA: “He’s got as good a chance as any. But he’d have a lot of peoples’ respect if he could do it without his lackeys. Mirage starting to clamber back up now…”
Joey: “Plasmodium’s got him over the top, but Blaster’s got the bottom rope, upside down… reaching through now.. and just aimed a forearm shot right at Plas’ knee!”
JFA: “He’s toppled… Plasmodium brought over the top… Blaster’s in under the bottom rope and somehow he’s used Plas’ own momentum to send him to the floor! Blaster survives!”
JHA: “But not for long!”
Joey: “Blaster back up to his feet inside the ring… here comes Mirage! Blaster’s up…. Clothesline from the Big Ragebowski… both men go over the top… and…”
JHA: “Ragey’s got the top rope! Mirage has got the top rope! He’s not hit the floor!”
Joey: “Mirage hanging for dear life onto the top rope… he went 360 degrees with that clothesline, both men went over the top rope… Blaster went all the way to the floor, but the Big Ragebowski got hold of the top rope! His feet haven’t touched!”
JHA: “Ragey’s won it! Ragey’s won it! Ragey’s won it!”

Ooh, whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man, whatta mighty mighty good man

“Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the 2003 ArchiveBowl… The Big Ragebowski – Mirage!”

Using all his upper body strength, Mirage pulls down on the top rope and flips himself backwards up and back into the ring, where he collapses with relief.

Joey: “This crowd cannot believe it. He went the distance. Against all odds. He outlasted Skywarp, he outlasted the Game, he outlasted TC and Blaster_86.”
JHA: “He outlasted Plasmodium…”
Joey: “And Mirage, the young man from Cottenham, the former European and Intercontinental Champion, has won his right to challenge for the gold at Dual Destruction.”
JHA: “Just like I said he would.”
JFA: “I thought you predicted Prowl?”
JHA: “I’m allowed to change my mind to fit the circumstance. It’s all part of being a broadcast journalist.”

AWF Championship: The HeartBrend Kid (c) vs. Intercontinental Champion Viewfind

Joey Styles: "Folks we have heard the trash talk for the past couple weeks. Both men outwardly show a tremendous amount of confidence, but right here tonight, all the bravado, all the words come to an end and one man must step up to the plate and deliver as the AWF Title is on the line. Remember, it was Viewfind that took the IC Title from HBK several months back, just prior to HBK winning the AWF Title, and it was under some rather unscrupulous conditions. Nevertheless, the time for talk has well nigh passed and its time for action…"

JRA: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the AWF World Title. Making his way to the ring area the challenger…from Philly, he is currently the AWF Intercontinental Champion and the leader of the GPA…here is Viewfind!"

JFA: "Hostile reaction from the Overdrive crowd for the ringleader of the circus known as the GPA…"

JHA: "CIRCUS?!? Foo! You be's trippin'"

Joey: "And you sound like an idiot…"

The arena darkens and the sounds of Filmstar begin to play as HBK repels down from the top of the Archivetron to the entrance to the delight of the crowd.

JRA: "And his opponent…the Champion…from Wiltshire, he is the Heart Brend Kid…Sean…O'Con!"

JFA: "Tremendous ovation for the Champion here, set to not only defend his title, but with high hopes of redemption and revenge after Viewfind stole the IC title back in March."

JHA: "STOLE?!? Why you gotta dis my homeslice? Word?"

Joey: "Do you ever stop and think about what comes out of your mouth before you speak?"

JFA: "Never…he never has, nor will he ever…"

Joey: 'That's what I suspected…this will solve that though…(secretly unhooks JHA's cord from the sound box under the announce table) bell sounds and we are under way here folks…interesting styles here folks. Viewfind not known for a lot of technique, course he also isn't known for winning a lot of matches without his henchmen present either. Speaking of henchmen…we still do not know the where abouts or condition of GPA member Unicron…we had hoped to give you some type of update, but alas he has yet to be found."

JFA: 'Collar elbow tie up to launch this match up…VF the stronger of the two gains the advantage with that strength, backing HBK into the corner only to armdrag him to the mat and lock in a reverse arm bar. VF trying to roll the champion over, but HBK so athletic that he rolls through and with those cat like reflexes bounds back to his feet and is able to reverse the arm bar."

Joey: Series of kicks to the gut by the champion on the challenger, softening VF down to one knee, before a devastating drop kick flattens the challenger…VF on one knee was just blasted by a high octane drop kick by HBK. Cover…1…2…no…first pinfall attempt by HBK and he scores a long 2 count."

JFA: "VF needs ground HBK, not let him engage him, not let him hit those high impact maneuvers he is so well known for. I have to tell you Joey…this broadcast is going quite well, don't you agree J?"

JHA: (muffled mumbles)

Joey: "Couldn't agree more…HBK working on locking VF up in a cross face chicken wing type maneuver, rolling the submission hold into a pinning predicament, the grimace on VF's face a testament to the excruciating pain induced by such a roll on the move…cover…1…2…and a painful kickout…and the shoulder may very well have been torn from the socket."

JFA: "Indeed…VF favoring that right shoulder, but HBK giving no quarter, working the challenger back to his feet and then dropping him back down with the side effect! Cover…1…2…and no…barely a kickout there by VF."

Joey: "HBK disagreeing with the official there, feeling it should have been three…and as such VF has a moment to collect his thoughts and exploits that moment with a match shifting low blow to the champion!"

JFA: "VF now favoring that right shoulder and arm, but locking in a ddt with his left arm and planting the skull of the HBK down on the mat. Cover…1…2…no…kickout. VF working very quickly here…he knows he can't let HBK kick the pace back up…he knows he has to ground the champion and finish him as quickly as he can, because in no time at all…the match can end…either with a Heart Brend Kick or and HDD!"

Joey: "The challenger now whipping the champion into the ropes, HBK returning back and gets dropped…almost decapitated as VF with standing russian leg sweep dropping the throat of the champion across the bottom rope. HBK still draped across that rope, and VF bounces off the ropes himself landing square across the back…driving that neck and throat into the ropes."

JFA: "VF in complete control here, now with his hands dug into the champions mouth, VF pulling back into almost a Canadian Crossface, but instead of locking the chin, he's locking it in the mouth! Ref calling for a break, which VF grants at 4 and a half. Not exactly a legal submission attempt…and then a hard stomp to the back of the head driving HBK's face down into the mat. Cover…and only a 2 count again…VF starting to get rather edgy…talking a bit too much to the crowd…moving in for the kill here and…Philly Pimp Drop…"

Joey: "Should be over…but again heckling the crowd…taking time…finally the cover…1…2…new champ…NO! Kick out! VF taking way too much time and HBK kicking out!"

JFA: "Trademarked resiliency shown by the Heart Brend Kid…VF frustrated just starting to hammer away with hard right hands to the forehead. The ref pulling him off, VF cooperating, but…hey!"

Joey: "Referee Michael Markout turned his back to Viewfind and received a Philly Pimp Drop of his own! Completely uncalled for!"

JFA: 'Now Viewfind free to do as he pleases…pulling a chain out from under the ring and returning to punching away…breaking the forehead open of the champion widely. VF now once again taunting the crowd…but a huge mistake there…as HBK with that knip up back to his feet, and then planting Viewfind flat on his back with a little Heart Brend Kick!"

Joey: "The champion looking to end the match…but from the crowd…P? and Divebomb…the NWA..HBK seeing P? and leveling him with a quick HDD as he enters the ring…but Divebomb able to knock HBK flat with a chair to the back…now shaking Viewfind to get him up and on his way to the top rope…but HEY! From the crowd also…it's the Game! The Game here and he trips Divebomb on the top rope…then pulling him down off the top…and PEDIGREE THROUGH THE FRENCH ANNOUNCE TABLE! The Game just lept with Divebomb off the Apron and down through the French Announce table! VF looking on in horror as both men in a heap…but the Game with the presence to still give Viewfind the finger…

JFA: "Defiant till the end…though what does this mean? Are DN back?"

Joey: "I…I…don't think so…I think…I…have no clue…but Viewfind irate by this…looking to finish off the Heart Brend Kid!"

Suddenly, the Woodstock Version of Metallica's Seek and Destroy begins to play throughout the arena and a masked man appears under the Archivetron as the lights flicker.

JFA: "Who…WHO THE HELL IS THAT?"

Joey: "I don't know…but Viewfind certainly giving him a hard look…almost as if he recognizes him…hey…wait…no…it couldn't be…"

JFA: "Whoever it is, he just gave HBK the chance to get to his feet…and spinning VF around…HDD! HDD! Cover…the ref crawling into position…1…2…3! HBK retains the title…and as quickly as he appeared, the mystery man is gone again! HBK retains…and sliding out of the ring to help his friend out…the Game and HBK leaving the ring area…both battered…both beaten…but both all smiles!"

OOC: Yay!!!! We're back, baby!

IC: I still don't know what was up with all that, but I've got better things to do than worry about it. I'll do it the hard way if I have to...

Jinrai, you've earned immesurable respect for what you did to Ghostal. I had to smirk at it, suffice it to say. Class job.

Y3B Is in the back with Blitzwing and Amarant celebrating as KK comes in.

KK:"Umm Blaster I'd like to get a few words with you about tonight but first, you lost the Battle Royale but you are celebrating?"

Y3B:"Ahhh look Queif Kincaid how nice it is too see you? Come to bless us with your idiotic questions I see? Well for the simple minded American assclown who think the only real strategy is 'Bomb and Smash' and think you need to win everything to win the war they will see I did win tonight. Skywarp was laid out and busted open by my good friends"

Blaster motions to the drinking Amarant and Blitzwing who are laughing as they watch a recap of their beating on Skywarp.

Y3B:"Skywarp went over before I did in the rumble to Mirage, who is British but I can mildly stand him as he actually has charisma. Unlike the Computer Icon and Stoned and Old. So now comes Dual Destruction and I have to say this. Skyfart, me and you, Dual Destruction. Settle thisand prove that you are as untalented as you are ugly what say you, you Britarican Jerkyboy.

Ha, that was fun, although I don't like it when Compy hit my head togeather, oh well, lets see what happens in the future, but be warned, I wouldn't look to kindly on this.

OOC: Great show

Mirage?!!

MIRAGE??!!!

This is wrong, so wrong. It shouldve been Blaster and I in the end, but Mirage?! Someone wake me up from this nightmare.

Well, well, well. Looks like Bastard couldn't take me on all by himself. Not that I had any problems with Stoned Old Sky High Warp, but apparently his a pair of new bedroom buddies Blitz and Amarent who f*cked me over. Not that I really cared. Winning meant dragging Rav along with me, and I'd rather be force fed horse s*it than allow that to happen.

So, Bastard, Blitz and Amarent, consider yourselves warned. The Bomber's coming after you.

OCC: When did I go after the hard core title? Don't remember that one.

Hummm interesting though

IC:

*stands up from ringside and applauds*

YEAH!!!


good stuff, thanx for the tickets Y3B!!

impressive showing but one thing was missing and that was the HOTTEST free agent on the circuit ME!!!

my time will come.

but ladies and gentleman the Gruff is leaving the building

Kinda funny how Bombers sold me out so Blaster could move to the Archivebowl. But to me it's even better that even with all that planning our Canadian Chimp still can't win.

By they way Blaster, how's your lacky? I think I heard something snap good on that Hangover, might want to get his neck checked out.

Oh and Bombers, I don't think I'd be issuing warning to other people cuz right now your ass belongs to two people, myself and God, and with you being a lot like me I don't think you'd be too wise to count on God to save your sorry ass.

And Warp, sorry you got the tar kicked out of you, but as they say if it does not kill ya it only makes you stronger.

Originally posted by Ravage

Oh and Bombers, I don't think I'd be issuing warning to other people cuz right now your ass belongs to two people, myself and God, and with you being a lot like me I don't think you'd be too wise to count on God to save your sorry ass.

*blank stare*

Um...I'm sorry. What were you saying?

You're gonna whoop me!?

BWA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!!

Tell ya what, Rav. After I'm done with the Canadian Geek Troika, I'll come after you to finish our business. K?

That's right folks... the Flurry from Surrey... the risk taking, Yankee breaking, prince of the squared circle has returned. And Y3B, Amarent and I are here to take down anyone who doesn't understand that the Great White North is the only place on Earth that can raise true champions. Although there have been a couple exceptions *cough*Bombshell*cough*.

I've got a little ring rust to shake. So I'll be working out any flaws on all you low-life midcarders for a couple weeks. There's plenty of Yankee blood that will forever be stuck in the midcarder ranks, and I'll be happy to give you a good beat down.

And Ravage... don't you worry. You'll get yours in good time. Your attacks are just like your girlfriend. Cheap.

Originally posted by Blitzwing
Although there have been a couple exceptions *cough*Bombshell*cough*.

Um...let's see here, Blitz. Your Tupperware Triumverate consists of a recently retired rustbucket whose ring skills are about as rusty as my backyard gate, some n00b who no one knows or gives a flying f*ck about, and the biggest a*shole in the universe.

And I already whomped the n00b, so all that's left is the has been and the a*shole...

Originally posted by AWF Press Office
JHA: “Vinny G could have done it if it wasn’t for that useless Lock.”

OOC: lmao@Vinny G

IC: Talk about The Lock getting burried. Can't The Lock have a match without some idiot in the production truck helping someone screw The Lock over by turning off the lights. This bulltish gives new meaning to the word "dark match." The Lock is getting sick of this cr@p and therefore is making an open challenge to anyone on Mahem before he starts walking that road to another title reign.

If Ya Smell What The Lock Is Cookin'

OOC: THAT REEEKED OF AWESOMENESS!!!!!!! translation: COOOLL!!!!!!!!

IC:

D-Ex: In the tag match I've seen good things and bad things. You know it doesnt matter to me if me and Scout lost that, its all cool with me. But Predaking...I got some serious issues with you boy. What about you and me face each other next week?

OCC = Bravo, Bravo that was good, really really good, man for a sec there i thoght i was gonna win. Who every wrote that is very good.

IC = ‡T3MPE5T‡ looks around the locker room. Thinks to himself, that could of been me winning the chance to go to Dual Destruction, but i guess it was not meant to be, and hopes that Mirage does well(I truely do). I shoulda guessed i wouldnt have won it but at least i made it even with the help on G91. Somewhere, sometime i will win come back to the Archive Bowl and win it, i promise it to myself, to my friends and family and my Loyal fans out there.

*Cloud Sitting on His Wooden Throne with 5 Huskral's standing behind him.*

Let me talk more about my "win" shall we?

I know you think I may not be "Top" class material, but I do like to fight, and as such, I hate when I get mishandeled like you did Compy. I hate being made fun of, and I hate what you did to me. That was disgraceful. I demand a match with you to slove our differences. I will get my revenge, I WILL GET IT!!!

First off who the hell is Blitzwing? What is it I gotta kick the tar out of every newbie that shows up here.

And BTW Blitz, the only cheap GF here is Arcee which belongs to Bombshell, so I have came out with a simple equation to show all the info we need on Bombshell.

Bombshell = A large pile of steaming dogcrap, just like his wrestling talent, I have seen mentally disabled rabbits with more skill.

Originally posted by Bombshell
Um...let's see here, Blitz. Your Tupperware Triumverate consists of a recently retired rustbucket whose ring skills are about as rusty as my backyard gate, some n00b who no one knows or gives a flying f*ck about, and the biggest a*shole in the universe.

And I already whomped the n00b, so all that's left is the has been and the a*shole...

Amarent is a newb and you are a NOB! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Stop cashing cheques your body can't cash jerky. How many ways do I have to beat you before you learn I am so much better then you. You're just as bad as Stoned and old. Big dumb and Ugly... poor Arcee I can see why she is getting it down with Big Daddy Rav and The Flurry from Slur... Surrey