No Tricks! No Mistakes! AWF ARCHIVEMANIA II! IT'S FINALLY TIME!

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No Tricks! No Mistakes! AWF ARCHIVEMANIA II! IT'S FINALLY TIME!

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*The broadcast begins with a slow fade-in of the fireworks that began the original ArchiveMania, interspersed with various AWF superstars talking about the event. The montage flashes back and forth between the seated individual superstars and black-and-white moments from the event*

Windcharger: “When the fireworks started blazing, everyone in the back honestly didn’t know what to expect. Would we be a hit? Would the people love us or hate us? Could we live up to all the hype that the AWF had been giving ArchiveMania? We didn’t know, but we went out there ready to bust our asses and try.”

RCOSD: “I had been in the business for three months, and I had already had enough. Carrying around that Hardcore Championship, it makes you a marked man. I was tired of walking around with a bulls-eye on my back, and I didn’t give a damn who liked it or who didn’t like it, I was done with this business. At the time, it was the right thing to do, but I’m glad I came around.”

Redstreak: “I remember thinking to myself, ‘I’ve gotta start off the first ArchiveMania as the jerk who wins a title by forfeit.’ I didn’t like it, not one bit, but when my music started blasting, I knew it was time to go to work.”

Viewfind: “That fight was mad crazy, yo. I ain’t never seen nuttin’ like it. Bodies flyin’ all over the place, people gettin’ slapped....sh*t, my ass got busted up in a goddamn accident. What dat tell you?”

Mkay: “When Red came back out to the ring with the belt, I knew that was my one chance for glory, and I took it...winning the first match at ArchiveMania was and will always be the highlight of my career, and I’ll remember it forever.”


*The image of Mkay hoisting the Hardcore title fades away, and in bursts action-packed clips of Sixswitch vs. Computron*

Sixswitch: “ArchiveMania was the biggest show in AWF history, and we’d just witnessed the craziest match I’ve ever seen, and I’m sitting back thinking, ‘How is anyone gonna top that?”

Computron: “I went out there and gave it my all, and when it was all said and done, I put Six down for the count, and CompuFire hasn’t slowed down since...”


*The image of Computron pinning Sixswitch cuts to Claypool pounding away on Paladin Prime*

Claypool: “Paladin and I had a bit of history going into that night...I knew even then that I was destined for greatness in the AWF, and winning that night was the first step.”

*Claypool standing victorious over Paladin Prime cuts to Bombshell and Shrapnel pummeling a fallen Angloconvoy*

Bombshell: “ArchiveMania was a chance for me to win my first AWF gold, the Tag Team Championship...we didn’t get the job done on that night, but I made my mark on ArchiveMania by ending Angloconvoy’s career....when history remembers the guys in that match, the one man it’s gonna remember is The Mad Bomber.”

*As the image of Bombshell hovering over Angloconvoy fades, we see T.C. and Y3Blaster standing toe-to-toe inside the Hell in a Cell*

Blaster: “Forget the Heavyweight Championship...I was just a young kid trying to make my mark on the business. I knew that this was my golden opportunity to do it.”

T.C.: “When Blaster started climbing the cage, I thought to myself, ‘This...this kid’s lost it.’ Did I follow him up there? Sure. That damn cell near as hell ended both our careers, but no one’s going to forget that match anytime soon.”


*The images of T.C. and Blaster falling from the top of the cage and being carried away on stretchers explodes into Prowl? and The Big Ragebowski pounding away on one another*

P: “ Pride was on the line that night, dog. Everything between me and Mirage was about pride.”

The Big Ragebowski: “I remember walking to the ring, thinking, ‘If I lose this match, I’m gonna be stuck following this guy around wearing a dress!’ If that isn’t motivation, what is?”

P: “We gave the people one hell of a match, and when the smoke cleared and the dust settled, I was the guy who got his hand raised. I think the people got a lot of enjoyment out of the match, and it lightened things a lot for the rest of the night to come.”


*An image of P wrapping Mirage up for the 3 count is suddenly blasted aside by a series of clips of Vin Ghostal and Sean O’Con destroying one another*

The HeartBrend Kid: “You can say anything you want about this business, you can say it’s not real, but whatever you want to say, I’ve never liked Casper. Never have, never will. When I stepped through those curtains, I was ready to anything and absolutely everything to hurt him and put him in his place.”

Vin Ghostal: “Being in the first half of the main event at ArchiveMania, I knew this match was going to be something special. Two out of three falls ain’t easy unless you’re Vin Ghostal. HBK and I have never seen eye to eye. The guy’s a jerk, if you really want to know.”

The HeartBrend Kid: “He got lucky that night, but lightning doesn’t strike twice, and Vinny has to know that.”

Vin Ghostal: “I put him down once, I put him down twice. You can talk all about the AWF Heavyweight Championship, but even with everything I’ve done since, that’s still the biggest win of my career, and I think it always will be.”


*An image of a blood-soaked Vin Ghostal holding his hand up in victory with Reflector helping him to his feet fades away, and an image of Mat Man, then Quick Switch walking the aisle blasts into view*

Mat: “Just imagine it. You’re a rookie. You’ve just broken into the business, and you’ve just been thrown right onto the second half of ArchiveMania, and you’ve got to follow up the biggest match in AWF history. How do you prepare for something like that?”

Switch: “Mat and I were never really enemies...we’d caught someone’e eye the first time we stepped in the ring, and that someone liked it enough that he wanted to see it again at ArchiveMania.”

Mat: “That was the fight of my life. I’d had matches before, but that was the one that really gave me and Switch our start in this business.”

Switch: “That night was about respect, and I know for a fact that we left with plenty for one another.”


*An image of Quick Switch and Mat Man shaking hands fades into King and Lock standing toe to toe*

King: “If you would have asked me a year ago if Lock and I would ever become a tag team, let alone the tag team champions, let alone the most successful team ever, I would have called you a maniac. I mean, we really flat-out couldn’t stand each other.”

Lock: “King used to drive the Lock crazy. I remember thinking that the Lock would never lose that damn Intercontinental Champion to anyone, but when the Lock lost it to King going into ArchiveMania, the Lock was about ready to kill him when the bell rang.”

King: “Lock got the best of me, but we really found respect for each other that night. I think that match brought us some mutual respect that would become something down the line...”


*Two images of Lock, then King holding the Intercontinental Title fade into an image of a row of lumberjacks pushing a casket to the ring, followed by images of Jetfire and Brawn battling one another*

Jetfire: “This was back in the days right after I left the cWo, when the cWo was still a huge force in this business. Brawn gave me the fight of my life that night. Hell, no one wants to finish on the wrong end of a Casket Match, and even though Dai decided he couldn’t keep his nose out of things, I made it out of there on top.”

*An image of Jetfire pulling himself up on the ropes after sustaining a beating from Brawn and Dai fades into an explosion of colorful images of Galvatron91 and Stone Cold Skywarp entering the arena*

Galvatron91: “Afraid? You know better. But I have to admit that it’s the only match I’ve ever entered wondering exactly how much the guy across from me wants to break my legs....”

Stone Cold: “Yeah, I was the AWF Champion, but the championship was the last thing on my mind. My only goal was to beat the living hell out of The Game. He’d been my best damn friend in the world, and after all the bullsh*t he’d put me through, he deserved the beating of his life, and I gave it to him.”

Galvatron91: “There was no luck involved. I beat the man’s body until he couldn’t go any further on the biggest stage in wrestling history. And that’s how it will be remembered....”


*The images of Stone Cold’s knee giving out, followed by The Game hoisting the AWF Heavyweight Championship into the air, ends with Stone Cold rolling on the mat in pain...that image slowly fades to black and white, then fades away...and the words “That was Then, This is NOW” slowly appear on the screen, followed by a colorful montage of the new AWF generation*

VO: Every superstar dares to dream...

*Fade into an image of Big Daddy Rav pointing to the sky above*

...every superstar looks to the heights...

*Fade into an image of The Mad Bomber looking straight up, standing on the top rope*

...every superstar reaches to his limits...

*Fade into an image of CloudStrifer and OP reaching for the ropes, trying to get up*

...to soar above the stars...

*Fade into an image of D-Extreme flying through the air*

...to scatter his name across history...

*Fade into an image of Sixswitch walking the aisle with fireworks exploding behind him*

...to secure immortality...

*Fade into an image of RCOSD and Redstreak standing face to face, sweating and furious*

...in a world of anything but immortals.

*Fade into an image of The Game being carried away on a stretcher*

ArchiveMania. The platform of the greats...

*Fade into an image of Lock and King holding their Tag Team Titles*

...the one place where there is no turning back...

*Fade into an image of God Jinrai standing in the ring intensely*

...nowhere to run...nowhere to hide...

*Fade into an image of Viewfind, Unicron, The Raid, Divebomb, and P running up the aisle*

...a moment in which honor conquers all other thoughts...

*Fade into an image of Windcharger, Quick Switch, Mat Man, Morpheus, and Strafe raising each other’s hands*

...and in which legends are created...

*Fade into an image of Cyberstrike stuffing his X-WCW Championship into the faces of Wolfang and Black Zarak*

...and destroyed.

*Fade into an image of Y3Blaster and T.C. flying off the top of the Hell in a Cell*

So tonight, every man in the AWF will take his best shot at immortality...

*Fade into an image of HBK posing*

...in hopes that his name will be written amongst the stars...

*Fade into an image of Vin Ghostal hugging his AWF Championship and holding 3 fingers up*

...on the biggest night of them all.

*Fade into an image of Claypool and Stone Cold Skywarp standing face to face, motionless*

And now, live from The Egg Dome in Tokyo, Japan...the Archive Wrestling Federation proudly presents...ArchiveMania II.

An explosion of red and white fireworks fills the arena as the Tokyo crowd explodes into a frenzy....and ArchiveMania is officially on the air!!!!

JFA: “Welcome....to the world-famous Tokyo Egg Dome!!! Welcome to beautiful Tokyo, Japan!!! Welcome to the biggest night in ArchiveWrestling Federation history!!! Welcome to Archive.....Mania......Two!!!!! I’m JFA, alongside my good friend and colleague JHA, and ladies and gentlemen, we are ready to witness the greatest lineup of professional wrestling matches that I have ever seen.”
JHA: “You got that right, Jay! I can’t wait! Claypool and Stone Cold Skywarp inside the Hell in a Cell! And what about the Last Man Standing Match? Redstreak and RCOSD, that’s gonna be great!!!”
JFA: “And let’s not forget the Tag Team Title, two out of three falls...the match fans have been anticipating for some time now...Lock and King defending the gold against CompuFire. And, of course, the Intercontinental Title on the line between two bitter rivals, with Homeslice defending the gold against the challenger, Sixswitch.”
JHA: “And what about the Buried Alive match, Jay? Somebody’s gonna get buried under six feet of dirt!!”
JFA: “That’s right, the long-awaited clash that will settle the feud once and for all between CloudStrifer and OP. And then, of course, there is the Hardcore Elimination Challenge, where the co-holders of the Hardcore Championship, Mat Man and Quick Switch, defend the title against nine of the AWF’s top stars. And let’s not forget the very special Falls Count Right Here Match between Big Daddy Rav and The Mad Bomber! And what about the Domestic Dispute Match, aired live from the UK, which pits the defending European Champion Windcharger against both Black Zarak and The Big Ragebowski!”
JHA: “Direct from Windy’s house! I can’t wait! And I can’t wait for Unicron to finally get his hands on Morpheus!”
JFA: “That, and Plasmodium finally gets his chance for revenge against Sir Auros, and Y3Blaster continues his quest to destroy the AWF’s American contingent when he squares off against Strafe. And, of course, for the first time in AWF history, the X-WCW Championship will be on the line as Cyberstrike defends against the challenger, Wolfang.”
JHA: “And the main event, Jay. The main event.”
JFA: “Yes, who could forget....the Iron Man Match....the confrontation to finally settle the score once and for all between The HeartBrend Kid and the reigning Heavyweight Champion, Vin Ghostal.”
JHA: “Oh, I can’t wait, Jay...we’re gonna find out, once and for all, who the better man is, and I guarantee that it won’t be HBK.”
JFA: “We’re ready to begin the festivities with the Intercontinental Championship....and here....comes....Homeslice!”

AWF Intercontinental Championship
Viewfind (c) vs. “Double S” Sixswitch


“Party Up” begins to blare as smoke fills the stage and Viewfind enters the arena to a deafening chorus of boos. The Intercontinental Champion makes his way to the ring, mounts the ropes, and shows the belt to the crowd. Meanwhile, the broadcast shifts backstage and finds Keith Kincaid with Double S.

KK: “Sixswitch, questions have abounded as to where you’ve been for the last three weeks. You returned to action this past week on Mayhem in the big tag team match, but before that we hadn’t seen you since the announcement of the match tonight against the Intercontinental Champion, Viewfind.”

SS: “Ever since Mayhem, that’s all Double S has been hearing. Where have you been, Sixswitch? What’s going on, Sixswitch? Are you ready for ArchiveMania, Sixswitch? Well, if you must know, Kincaid, for the last three weeks, my life has been a pure, living hell. That’s right. You heard me. And why has it been a living hell? Because I’ve been locked away, deep in Europe, training the hardest I’ve ever trained with a legend of this sport. One of the AWF’s all-time greats. And the very first AWF Heavyweight Champion. That’s right, Shrapnel, the man himself, has been whipping me into shape for this night. And Homeslice, you’re about to see a whole new Double S, a whole new Welsh Wonder, and a whole NEW Intercontinental Champion.”

Back in the arena, “Operation Blade” begins to blast, and Double S appears, strutting his stuff for the cheering Tokyo crowd! Rushing to the ring, Sixswitch slides through the ropes, avoids a clothesline, and peppers Viewfind with lefts and rights!

JFA: “Sixswitch a house of fire! Into the ropes...flying clothesline! Sixswitch sends him into the corner....dropkick to the face! Six onto the ropes now...drops down...legdrop from the ropes! A cover...1...2...and Viewfind gets a shoulder up.”
JHA: “Come on, Homeslice! Yeah, that’s it. Take a walk.”
JFA: “Viewfind on the outside now, catching his breath...watch out...diving plancha by Six!!! And rights and lefts into the head of the champion! You can just see the hatred between these two!”
JHA: “Get it together, champ!”
JFA: “Sixswitch obviously still very bitter about the events leading up to Redemption, where the GPA made sure that Six didn’t get his hands on the Heavyweight Championship.”
JHA: “They were doing a public service on that one!”

As Viewfind tries to get to his feet on the outside, Sixswitch slides to the outside, jumps onto the security barrier, and leaps forward, nailing Homeslice with a hurricanrana on the floor!!! Six slides back in to break the count, and as the referee berates him, Viewfind begins crawling up the aisle, looking for safety.

JHA: “Brilliant! Go for it, Homeslice! Take a countout!”
JFA: “Viewfind trying to make for the exit, but he’s too battered...Six has him...heaves him back inside! Viewfind begging for mercy now...no! Homeslice just grabbed Six by the tights and dragged him face-first into the buckle! And now he schoolboys him over...1...2....and a kickout. Viewfind off the ropes....bulldog! 1...2.....and another kickout by Six! Viewfind sends him into the ropes...dropkick! Six back up again....judgment slam by Viewfind! Another cover...1....2.....and again, Six gets the shoulder up!”
JHA: “Three, ref! That was three!”
JFA: “It most certainly was not...Viewfind placing Sixswitch on the ropes now....from the top rope....side suplex!!! Viewfind, strutting his stuff a bit now...and a Boston Crab! A real wrestling move for once from the champion!”
JHA: “What’s that supposed to mean? The guy’s a genius!”
JFA: “Yes, a real road scholar...Viewfind really wrenching back on that Boston crab...SS is going to have to reach the ropes, or this one’s over.”

Sixswitch continues to reach for the ropes, but he’s right in the center of the ring. Screaming in pain, he raises his hand to tap...then reaches back, pulls Viewfind’s legs out from underneath him, and reverses the move! The reversal has sent them too close to the ropes, however, and Viewfind, after struggling a bit, reaches the ropes. Furious, Six sends Viewfind into the ropes, then nails him with a spinning heel kick! Viewfind bounces back up, and Six scores with one....then a second....then a third armdrag! Viewfind gets up dazed, and Six nails him with a two-footed dropkick that sends him over the ropes and out to the floor!

JFA: “Sixswitch with the advantage here! Quickly up to the top rope...don’t do it....moonsault onto the floor....no!!!! Viewfind moved out of the way, and Six just crashed onto the concrete floor!”
JHA: “Homeslice, what a ring general!”
JFA: “Homeslice back to his feet now....sends Six into the ring steps!!! The sickening thud of the impact!!! Viewfind has some wires attached to our cameraman...and just choking Six out now...this should be a disqualification...”
JHA: “No it....YEAH! Disqualify him, referee!”
JFA: “What?”
JHA: “Homeslice keeps the title on a DQ!”
JFA: “I think the referee realizes this...Mike McCormick allowing a good deal of latitude in this matchup...and Viewfind heaves Six back inside, maybe looking to finish it here.”

Viewfind heaves Sixswitch into the ropes and Six ducks a clothesline, but as he comes back across, Viewfind nails him with a huge spinebuster slam! Bouncing back up, Viewfind waits for Six to get to his feet....then goes for the Philly Pimp Drop, but Six blocks it and scores with a huge DDT, and both men are down!

JFA: “Both men down! Both men taking a lot out of each other! What a match to begin ArchiveMania!”
JHA: “Stay down, Homeslice! Get the countout!”
JFA: “Sixswitch starting to come to his feet now...the count is broken...”
JHA: “Get up, Homeslice! Get up!”

Standing over the fallen champion, Sixswitch gives the thumbs-down to the crowd, then flips into the air with the Sixshooter!!! Viewfind lifts his knees, however, and blocks the move, sending Six rolling around in pain!!! Viewfind waits as Six slowly comes back to his feet.....

JFA: “PHILLY PIMP DROP!!!”
JHA: “It’s over!!! Viewfind retains!!!”
JFA: “The cover.....1.......2..........kickout!!!! Sixswitch kicked out of the Pimp Drop!!!”
JHA: “It can’t be!!!”
JFA: “And look at Viewfind! He looks shocked!”

As Sixswitch lays on the ground in pain, Viewfind points down at Six in anger, then drags him over to a corner. Climbing to the top rope, Viewfind gives Six the thumbs-down, then leaps from the top rope in his own version of the Sixshooter from high above! At the last possible minute, however, Sixswitch rolls out of the way and Viewfind crashes to the mat!!!

JFA: “What elevation! And what a penalty Viewfind just paid for an uncharacteristic risk!”
JHA: “Where’s the GPA?!?”
JFA: “Sixswitch slowly getting to his feet, and I think he realizes that this is his chance! Yes! Sixswitch setting him up....SIXSHOOTER!!! SIXSHOOTER!!! A cover....1.......2.....”
JHA: “NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!”
JFA: “NO! He didn’t get him!!! Viewfind got the shoulder up!!!”
JHA: “What a gutsy effort!”
JFA: “Indeed...Sixswitch arguing with the official...oh, and Viewfind just grabbed Sixswitch by the tights and pulled him through the ropes to the outside...both men on the floor, trading lefts and rights, and the referee beginning to put the count on both men. They’re right out in front of us...Viewfind with a rake of the face, and Sixswitch falls back against the apron...wait! Viewfind’s got the title belt! No! Looking for a belt shot....blocked! Boot to the midsection by Sixswitch! And now HE’S got the belt!!!”

As Sixswitch grabs the title belt and rears back to nail Viewfind for payback, the referee suddenly pauses the count and leans through the ropes, grabbing the end of the belt! Fueled by adrenaline, Sixswitch turns around and begins a tug of war with the referee that only ends when Viewfind pounces forward and nails Sixswitch with a double-axehandle!! The impact causes the referee to fall backward into the ring, where he lands on the back of his head and lays on the mat, dazed! The belt falls to the apron, and Viewfind grabs the belt and waffles Sixswitch over the head with it on the oustide! The referee, only dazed, gets back to his feet and returns to the action, then continues the count on both men. Exhausted, Viewfind rolls back into the ring and lays in the center....

...5...

JFA: “Viewfind just nailed Sixswitch with that Intercontinental Title...and I don’t know if Double S can beat the count...”

...6...

JHA: “Count faster, referee!”
JFA: “Viewfind should have been disqualified there...”

...7...

JHA: “WHY?! Sixswitch was the one who tried to use the belt!”
JFA: “Only after Viewfind brought it into play.”

...8...

JFA: “And Sixswitch is not moving!”

...9...

JHA: “You’ve done it, Homeslice! You’ve done it!”
JFA: “This is a travesty...they can’t...”

...10.

The referee calls for the bell and jumps to the outside, grabbing the Intercontinental Title in the process.

RA: “The winner of this bout as a result of a countout...and STILL Archive Wrestling Federation Intercontinental Champion...VIEWFIND!!!!”

JFA: “Viewfind with the Intercontinental Championship belt now, and he’s on his way out of here...Sixswitch just now getting to his feet, and I don’t think he’s even aware of what’s happened...”

As Sixswitch climbs back into the ring and the referee tells him the result, he grabs his hair and falls to his knees, his eyes literally beginning to tear with frustration. As Sixswitch pounds the mat with his fist a few times and gets to his feet, the Tokyo crowd showers him with a hearty round of applause, and a teary-eyed Double S acknowledges the crowd and leaves the ring.

JFA: “There will be another day for that incredible competitor, Jay, that much is certain.”
JHA: “There shouldn’t be! He had his chance and he blew it!”
JFA: “Let’s go backstage to Lisa Lovelace.”

Backstage, Lisa is standing with Adolf, wearing his brand new red and gold Fourth Reich t-shirt.

LL: “Adolf, tonight, you square off against ten of the AWF’s top competitors in the Hardcore Elimination Challenge. Lately, however, many press outlets, and many fans as well, have taken serious exception to your ring attire, to your name...to this new shirt of yours...to you in general!”

Adolf: “I don’t care who’s taken exception! The Fourth Reich is upon us, Lisa, and it’s time that every man, woman and child bow to the man who is destined to rule the AWF with an iron fist, and...”

Adolf suddenly stops talking, and UPF suddenly enters the frame!

JHA: “Ahhhhh!!!! UPF!! He’s back!!!”
JFA: “UPF’s been out of action ever since that heinous attack by Y3Blaster three weeks ago...”

UPF: “An iron fist? The Fourth Reich? You young punks just have to learn the hard way, don’t you? I’ve seen guys like you come and go, Adolf. You want power, you want recognition, and you want CONTROL. Well, the only way to take control is to beat the guys who run the show...guys like me. I had hoped that tonight would be the night that Blaster and every America hater like him would learn that lesson...but life doesn’t always work out as you’d hoped. So...”

Adolf: “Enough! I’ve heard enough of your yammering. It matters not what you’d hoped for...all that matters is that I’m a part of ArchiveMania and you’re not.”

UPF: “That’s about to change.”

JFA: “UPF is back in the game!”
JHA: “Blaster, watch your back!!”
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Part II

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Buried Alive match
CloudStrifer vs OP2k5


The camera zooms on a grave to the right of the stage area with a six-foot hole a mound of dirt, shovel in the dirt, and cheap tombstone.
RA: “The following match is a Buried Alive match first from Jungle of Time is CloudStrifer!”
As “Last Resort” By Papa Roach hits the speakers the crowd comes alive as CloundStrifer comes down the walkway to the ring!
JHA: “So Jay what are the rules of a buried alive match?”
JFA: “You don’t know?”
JHA: “No, I forgot to ask earlier.”
JFA: “The rules are very simple see that the grave next to stage area?”
JHA: “Yeah.”
JFA: “One these guys have to put the other one in it and bury him in it. There no pin falls, no submissions, no count outs, and no disqualifications. Got all that?”
JHA: “Thanks I got it.”
CloundStifer waits in the ring for OP2k5.
RA: “His opponent form Glasgow, Scotland OP2k5!”
As “Slow Chemical” by Finger Eleven hits the speaker system OP2k5 comes running down the walkway and jumps over the top rope with a suicide dive and nails CloudStrifer with cross-body-block!
JFA: “I think OP2k5 wants to gets over in hurry!”
Jumping to his feet OP2k5 quickly picks up a stunned CloundStrifer and tries to Irish whips him into the corner but CloudStrifer reveres and OP2k5 s sent into the corner! As OP2k5 falls out of the corner and Cloud hits him with a modified bulldog!
JFA: “What a counter!”
JHA: “CloudStrifer is just lucky”
OP2k5 is laying on the mat when CloudStrifer jumps out the ring and starts looking under the ring for something.
JHA: “What is that idiot looking for?”
JFA: “I don’t but I think he just found it!”
He finds a Kendo stick and CloudStrifer gets back into the ring as Op2k5 is getting back to his feet and CloudStrifer is waiting for him and swings at him with the Kendo stick and OP2k5 ducks! OP2k5 kicks CloudStrifer in the gonads!
JFA: “That is”
JHA: “If you say one damn thing I will hit you in the gonads too!”
JFA: “I was going to say this is a no disquification match”
CloudStrifer is crashes down to the mat, and OP2k5 picks up the Kendo stick and hits with in the back with the Kendo stick! OP2k5 breaks the Kendo stick over the back of CloudStrifer! He throws the Kendo stick down and he goes to bell keeper’s position and gets grabs the steel chair, as CloudStrifer is using the ropes near the walkway to get back to his feet. OP2k5 gets back into the ring as CloudStrifer turns around to his face his nemesis as OP2k5 tries to hit him with the chair! CloudStrifer ducks and back-body-drops OP2k5 out the ring right on to the walkway and CloudStrifer picks up the steel chair and nails OP2k5 in the back with it! CloudStrifer tosses the chair back into the ring and gets back into the ring himself.
JFA: “What is he doing?”
JHA: “If this guy is going to do what I think he is going to he is nuts!”
As OP2k5 gets back to his feet on the walkway CloudStrifer jumps onto the top rope and leaps off of the top rope and nails OP2k5 with a missel drop-kick!
JFA: “What a move! These guys are throwing caution to the wind”
JHA: “These guys are showing what the AWF and Archivemania is about!”
CloudStrifer slowly gets back to his feet and as OP2k5 is slowly trying to get his feet he runs back into the ring and picks up the steel chair and he kicks OP2k5 and he places the chair on the walkway. CloudStrifer picks up OP2k5 and goes for a vertical suplex on the chair but OP2k5 blocks it and he suplexes CloudStrifer on the chair instead! OP2k5 is quickly back on his feet and he picks up the steel chair and nails CloudStrifer as he is getting to
his feet he nails him with the chair over the head!
JFA: “What a chair shot I think CloudStrifer is busted open! That must have scrambled his brains!”
JHA: “What brains?! CloudStrifer has no brain he is a puzzle to modern medical science!”
CloudStrifer gets back to his feet and OP2k5 goes for another chair shot CloudStrifer ducks and with a drop-toe-hold OP2k5 falls to the walkway face first right into the chair! He picks OP2k5’s head and slam his face into the
chair!
JHA: “Somebody stop the match!”
JFA: “The match can’t be stopped until one of them is in the grave!”
CloudStrifer feeling that he has the match won picks OP2k5 and goes for Bragi's Axe on the steel chair.
OP2k5 hits him elbows to the side of the head stunning CloudStrifer and with a kick in the midsection and delivers Stupify on the steel chair! OP2k5 picks up a battered and bloodied CloudStrifer, and tosses him off the walkway.
Jumping off OP2k5 picks up the fallen CloudStrifer and points to the grave. He puts CloudStriffer in a headlock and drags him to the grave and sets up for another Stupify.
JFA: “That’s a six foot pit!”
JHA: “I think OP2k5 is going to end this once and for all!”
CloudStriffer with every once of his strength powers out of it and back-body-drops OP2k5 into the grave!
JFA: “I don’t believe it!”
JHA: “Neither do I!”
CloudStrifer is catches breath as quickly as he can. He runs toward to the back
JHA: “Where is he going?”
JFA: “I don’t know!”
OP2k5 is back to his feet tring to get out of the grave when CloudStrifer returns with a backhoe! He sees that OP2k5 is awake and he is half way out of the grave when he stops the backhoe and gets out and he grabs the shovel and nails OP2k5 in the face with it!
JHA: “Now tell me that is fair!”
JFA: “No it is not fair but it is legal!”
CloudStrifer uses the backhoe and fills in the grave!
RA: The winner of this match CLOUDSTRIFER!
JHA: “Someone get OP2k5 out there!”
As the crew and EMTs dig out OP2k5 CloudStrifer walks to the back with the fans giving him a standing ovation



An ad for the Cyberstrike I don’t lose, I CONQUER! t-shirts is shown, as everybody get ready for the next match.

Hell’s Cell Match for the X-WCW Championship
Cyberstrike (c) vs. Wolfang


Cyberstrike is a man unique to the AWF, for not only is he a contender, he is also the owner of his own wrestling federation; the X-WCW. Tonight the proud warrior is putting that fed’s world title on the line against a person of his choosing, and for that monumental task he has chosen...

Bruce Dickinson’s ‘The Zoo’ erupts from the speakertrons and the capacity packed crowd goes wild! The man from St. Helens, England appears at the entrance and pyro’s flare, lighting up the faces of fans everywhere.

JFA: “And here he is, one half of team Blood & Thunder; Wolfang! This man is a very experienced wrestler, with talent and style. He and Black Zarak also run a successful bar business on the side”.
JHA: “The one whose bar stools Windy wants to marry”?
JFA: “That’s the one, and tonight he could go stellar by beating his opponent and ripping the X-WCW world title clean from his blood stained corpse, that would surely make a wonderful prize to put above their bar”.
JHA: “And how, but first he has to take it from him. Lets not ramble any further, Wolfie’s in the ring, bring on the champ”.

‘No Chance’ by Dope rocks the arena, and the Indy kid Cyberstrike is in the house! Looking decidedly different tonight, for he is wearing lurid red tights with the X-WCW logo on his back and down the side of one leg. Carrying a kendo stick and warrior face-paint, this man is most certainly ready for war!

JHA: “Normally I can’t be bothered commentating for two hacks like these, but I have a feeling that tonight they’re gonna be putting on something special”.
JFA: “Something special? Whatever do you mean J”?
JHA: “Well why don’t I just commentate while the camera pans across to give our wonderful viewers all over the world their first glimpse of...THE ELIMINATION CHAMBER!!!

JHA gets up from his table and dons a headset. Hi-beam spotlights all centre at once on the chamber, lighting it up with an eerie effect as all other lights go down to half power.

JHA*excitedly*: “This is what it’s all about people; what we have here is a custom made round cell with an angled roof covering. This is a miniature arena, a perfect circle. The walls go up 10 feet high; inside the cell there is a steel floor that lies even with the ring. And check out the bars of the cage, yep, that’s razor wire you’re looking at; there’s no escape. The fight will go on to the bitter end, and this bloodbath is called ‘Steel Hell’, over to you J”.
JFA: “Thanks J, and Wolfang is already in there preparing. Here comes Cyberstrike, I’ll see if I can get a few choice words before he enters the cage. ‘Strike, hey ‘Strike....”

The JFA trots over to the former nTo boss and thrusts the microphone in his face.

Cyberstrike: “Whaddya want peon”?
JFA: “Some words of choice, and a weapon of choice”.
Cyberstrike: “Very well, cast your eyes behind and see that I have brought along two of my old friends; the X-WCW commentators James Russel and Randal King, here to assist you as I crush, kill and destroy this pitiable whelp who thinks he deserves to stand on the same planet as my brilliant self”.

JR and RK saunter toward the announcer table, checking out the fineries of the AWF stadia. To them, things appear the same, and yet different. They wave cheerily to the many fans, who respond in kind.

Cyberstrike: “Now you lot play nicely with each other, cause I sure as well won’t with bitchboy in there” *nods to Wolfang*.
JFA: “Cocky as ever eh Cyber? Don’t think there’s even a slight chance you’ll lose”?
Cyberstrike: “HA! I don’t lose.....”

The crowd finishes his line for him.

Millions of fans together: “I CONQUER”!

Cyberstrike: “Bitchin”.

JFA: “There you have it fight fans, the battle is about to get underway. Cyberstrike entering the arena now, squares off with Wolfang. The ref will be keeping a close eye on the two, not to make sure they don’t use illegal weapons, but to MAKE SURE THAT THEY DO”!
RK: “Ya got that right Jayster. See, what we’ve neglected to tell our fans thus far is that the cage is full of weapons. Anything can be used, anything WILL be used, and as for the rules... anything goes”!
JHA*returning*: “Ain’t that just a recipe for perfection”!
JR: “Word”.

In the ring, Cyberstrike eyes the various instruments of destruction with appreciation. The floor is positively littered with chairs, trashcans, thumbtacks... oh yes, he will have fun here.

The bell rings and they’re off. Wolfang tussles his enemy into an extraordinarily quick headlock, dropping him face first into the floor. He rolls to flatten him, but Cyberstrike flips his torso, knocking Wolf away. He reaches for a chair and in one fluid motion twists around and shatters it across Wolfang’s body, making the crowd scream. Wolfie tumbles to the ground and comes to rest alongside a set of brass knuckles. He puts them on and waits for his foe to close in.

RK: “What a start! These two certainly love to fight”.
JHA: “Talk about stating the obvious Randal”.
RK: “Someone’s gotta do it”.
JFA: “We imply it here man, didn’t you go to wrestling commentator finishing school”?
RK: “You paid for that? Dude that place was a licence to print money. You got hosed”
JHA: “You got that right Randy” *points to large commentator award recently won at the Archive Awards Ceremony*.
JFA: *Sigh* “I have to put up with this allllllllll night”.

Cyberstrike charges and reaches out with his big bear arms to put the hurt on his nemesis. Suddenly all that changes in an instant, as Wolfang flips over a launches the punch of punches with the solid brass knucks, sending Cyber skyward to come crashing down upon the remnants of the broken chair.
Wolfang gets up; he wipes the blood from the knucks and stomps over. Straddling the destroyed Cyberstrike, he grabs his neck and prepares to slam his face again, but Cyberstrike counters by grabbing an arm from the chair and thrusting it forward to block the move. It smacks off the surface of the knuckles, and with the splintered end, he jams it into Wolfang’s chest, drawing blood.

RK: “I haven’t seen anything like this since that video game; ‘Disemboweler IV’, the game where convicted criminals bait each other with rusty hooks”.
JHA: “You know, this match could all come down to whose got the most blood to stay standing. Isn’t that cool”?
RK: “I’m not sure if the crowd would agree with you J, they are beginning to look quite shaken at the sight so far”.
JHA: “Oh them? Don’t mind them, they raise their kids on Akira from the age of three. I’m sure they’re loving it”.

One of the fans near the front hurls chunks.

JHA: “See? They’re loving it, blowing chunks is a sign of appreciation in this country”.
JR: “Ahh, glad to see you’re yet another one of the fine products of our education system”.
JHA: “Yep”.
JR: “Uh-huh”.
JHA: “Wibble”.
JR: “What”?
JHA: “Er....”
JR *looks to JFA*
JFA: “Don’t worry, he does this sometimes. Just give him a slap”.
JR: “OK” *slaps JHA*
JFA: *sigh* ‘How did he win that commentary title? HOW”?

Wolfang reels back smarting with pain. Cyberstrike pulls himself from the floor and engages him. They lock up for a test of strength, and as there are no rules to be spoken of, Cyberstrike knees his foe in the groin. Wolfang’s eyes go wide and he collapses to the floor. ‘Strike takes the time to pose and present his profile to the fans.

Cyberstrike: “Ahhh, my public”!

He reaches down and dutifully picks up his Kendo stick.

Cyberstrike: “Time to go to work, old girl”.

He strolls over to where Wolfang is still doubled up. The crowd are scalding him, urging him not to do it, but he doesn’t listen. With a mighty swing, he cracks the Kendo stick off Wolfang’s hide, then does it again, and again, beating him resoundly into the floor.

JR: “My god he’s lost it! He’s gonna kill him”!

A small child perched on her father’s shoulders by the guardrail reaches out with both arms stretched, she is crying for Wolfang. Cyberstrike ceases the punishment as he notices her, and casts the stick aside. Looking down, Wolfang is a mass of black and blue pulp. The pounding was intense and his back appears shattered. Cyberstrike takes a moment to pause, and in that moment he pictures himself doing the same thing to Ghostal, to Black Zarak, to RCOSD, to HBK, to Sixswitch. He feels utterly superior; Wolfang is a wad of cookie dough. Cyberstrike by comparison, is carved out of wood.

He steps back from his opponent and watches the child’s face coldly. As her arms drop and the tears slow, he grins a wide evil grin, picks up a bundle of loose razor wire and advances forward. The screaming and jeering goes into overdrive as the people desperately try to alert Wolfang. The Englishman is rocking on the floor, fighting the trauma, Cyberstrike is drawing near, time is running out.... he ignites!

Wolfang lights up like a rocket and surges into his enemy. He lets fly with a barrage of volleys, screaming from the top of his lungs all the way. Left, right, left right, kick, lunge, thrust, tarry! Roundhouses him to the floor and an elbow drop to the sternum. Cyberstrike is entering a world of pain now, but he can’t let it grip him totally, only combat will help him survive this night. A big return volley clears Wolfang from the immediate vicinity, buying some precious time. Passing up the razor wire he had dropped in the melee, Cyberstrike grabs the closest thing to hand; a trash can lid. Wolfang, bleeding profusely, grabs a whip and cracks it off the metal floor making a loud stinging ricochet noise. For a split second the desire for self-preservation grips Cyberstrike, and then years of extensive training shine through and he rushes forward. Wolfang wields his whip like Indiana Jones, and with graceful stance swings the tail so that it wends its way through the air to wrap around Cyberstrike’s legs. He pulls sharply, and ‘Strike feels his world fly out from under him, he loses the trashcan. Wolfang catches it as ‘Strike squirms backward, attempting to free himself from the snakelike leather weapon.

JR: “Truly heated battle, it’s hard to say whose got the upper hand”.
JHA: “Bet you don’t get this kind of thing on the show that you do”.
JR: “Huh? We’re a wrestling show too, we see this kind of thing all the time”.
JHA: “Oh sorry, I thought you were from one of those 24-hour info-mercial channels”.
JFA: “Don’t be silly J, they’re a far less classy act”.

Cyberstrike gets to his feet, free of the restraining whip. As he prepares for the next assault, his trash can comes sailing through the air. He catches it just before his face, and that’s when Wolfang connects with it sharply from the opposite side.

JHA: “Whoa! Van Daminator! I never get tired of that move!
RK: “What a rush”.
JFA: “Careful buddy, you can’t say that here. It’s infringement I’m sure”.

The trashcan clanks loudly to the metal floor as Cyberstrike joins it, slapping down wetly like a tenderised piece of meat. Wolfang is breathing... or rather, rasping heavily. He takes back the whip and steps away to give himself some room with which to wield it. He doesn’t get the full opportunity though, as Cyberstrike comes back to life and grabs a couple of large glass shards. He sits upright and throws them shuriken style at Wolfang. They embed themselves easily into his thick shoulders, and Wolfang howls in torment. Cyberstrike gets back to his feet, wiping thick clotting blood from his nose and mouth so he can breathe more easily. There are no weapons left, just his wrought iron fists and an unforgiving steel cage with no exit. It’ll do in a pinch.

He strides toward Wolfang, who attempts to crack the whip, but his sliced shoulders prevent him from doing so and he jerks in agony. He’s trapped! he discards the whip. They are alone with their remaining skills. Unsure of what to do next, he lets Cyberstrike take the initiative, the champ advances still further. Wolfang attempts to kick out, but Cyberstrike dodges and weaves. He kicks again, but it fails to connect. Cyber is laughing hysterically; he breaches the kicking zone and engages Wolfang, grabbing him by the forearms. He stares into his adversary’s eyes and falls silent for a moment.

Cyberstrike: “This is where you get yours”.

He splays Wolfang’s arms wide, forcing the embedded glass to slice its way deeper into his muscles and tendons. Wolfang lets out a terrifying scream, he can think of nothing but the white-hot pain. The fans are also screaming, outwardly admonishing Cyberstrike for his actions.

JR: “Oh the humanity”!
JHA: “Aren’t you the drama queen”.
JR: “Hush you, can’t you see this is evisceral?
JHA: “Huh”?
JR: “He’s tearing him apart! I know this is an ultra violent match but a man can only take this kind of torment for so long”.
JFA: “Yeah, over a year. It’s been over a year and this guys’ still here commentating alongside me. I mean, he doesn’t do a damn thing, he ignores cheats and fouls and they go and award him for it. I tell you I must be some kind of a saint”.
JR: “Not you, Wolfang! ‘Strike is going to sever his arms”!
JFA: “What? Oh that? well he knew what he was going into...”
JR: “WTF?!?!?!? Don’t you guys have souls”?
JFA: “Sure do, a nice clean pair o’ Hush Puppies. What about yourself J”?
JHA: “Loafers, always smooth, never go out of style”.
JFA: “There you go, we care”!
JR: “Aaaaaarrrrrrrrgh”!

JHA leans back on his chair and whispers to his compatriot

JHA*whispering*: “What’s with him”?
JFA: “Small town hick J, can’t take the bright lights. Sees a bit of blood and he’s crying like a baby”.

Wolfang is losing energy fast, Cyberstrike holds onto him as he almost slumps to the floor.

Cyberstrike: “Oh no, you’re not going that easily”.

He knees Wolfang in the face and then boots him to the floor. He’s tempted to make for the ten count, but decides on more punishment and pulls Wolfang up again. The ref is yelling at him now. If the man is all but destroyed, he must let him fall. ‘Strike laughs and knocks him down.

JR: “Now he’s gone and flattened the ref”!
JHA: “Pffffft!
JR: “Don’t you understand? He’s going to commit murder! Murder I tell you”!!!!
JFA and JHA together: “Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee”!

Holding onto Wolfang, ‘Strike lifts him back to eye level. He smells victory. Suddenly Wolfang launches a stinging head butt, jarring his opponent. As Cyberstrike rolls his eyes Wolfang headbutts him again, this time in the nose. Blood splatters everywhere, mixing with his own. Cyberstrike yells out and the blood fills his mouth. He splatters it back in Wolfang’s face and still the Englishman rallies. A third headbutt to the temple knocks Cyberstrike bandy and he is forced to let go of his quarry. Calling forth the final vestiges of his strength, Wolfang kneels down, picks up the whip and snaps it off Cyberstrike’s chest. Blinded by the blood, ‘Strike is helpless. They are deafened by the roaring of the crowd as Wolfang goes for the gusto, a double kick to the gut, roundhouse to the face, Cyber only standing up on instinct now. Wolfang picks up the already dented trash can lid and holds it tentatively in his grasp. Building an intense growl from the bowels of his stomach, he channels his thought, blocking out the shooting pain. He winds back with the can, his arm extended backward, and SLAAAAAAMS it into Cyberstrike’s face!

The nTo boss is knocked into the air. He’s out cold as he flies, and splats into the steel floor an unconscious bloody wreck. Wolfang drops the trash can lid, swaying like the rushes in a stiff breeze. He howls uncontrollably as he pays the price of the desperate move, the glass now barely visible now that it’s sunken so deeply into his skin.

RK: “He’s won it! He’s won it! What a turnaround”!
JFA: “Not yet he hasn’t. The rules, such as they are, stipulate that he has to stay standing for a full 10 seconds, and Cyberstrike to stay on the ground likewise”.

Wolfang has suffered incredible blood loss; he aches to his very core. The seconds pass like hours. He can feel himself slipping away.

JHA: “C’mon Wolfie, keep it together. If you fall now this match will be a draw and you’ll go home with nothing”!

He stumbles wearily about the ring. The ref gets to his feet and begins the count, one...two... three. People across the globe count in time with him, all wishing Wolfang to stay vertical.

Four... five...six, Wolfang almost depleted. His legs are wobbling, beginning to buckle. It is an interminable wait!

Seven... eight... nine. He falls against the wall of the cage, the razor wire cutting into his face and chest. He can’t feel anything anymore.

TEN!!!!! Wolfang has won the X-WCW World Championship!!! The ref leaps to his safety and pulls him from the wall. He is instantly bedraggled in blood for his troubles. The dead weight of the plucky wrestler is too much for his skinny muscles and they collapse on the floor together. Some people jump over the guard railing and rattle on the side of the cage as ‘The Zoo’ blasts across the heavens. The RA shouts above the racket:

RA: “Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner and the new X-WCW World...Heavyweight...Champion...WOOOOOLLLLFAAAAANG!

Through the haze of pain, Wolfang cranks his sore neck leftward and sees for the first time the little girl that made Cyberstrike change his course of action. She is crying tears of joy for him, waving her little Wolfang action figure with a replica X-WCW belt around its waist. He smiles faintly and slips away into unconsciousness, taking his well-earned dreams of glory with him.

The camera pans back to reveal thousands and thousands of fans as they storm the arena; guards and MP’s trying desperately to administer some semblance of order in time for the next match. It is a futile effort, and Archivemania II goes off the air to show an extended set of commercials, mostly featuring lots of AWF merchandise.
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Part III: Plas/Auros & Bombshell/Ravage

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Sir Auros Vs. Plasmodium


JFA: Three matches into Archive mania how is it so far in your eyes J?
JHA: Magical! Better then the first, I am glad I can be alive to see this!
JFA: For once we agree on something. This match has had build up since Auros first entered the AWF attacking Plasmodium from behind for some unknown reason.
JHA: And ever since he has been raising hell and he deserves every ones respect for this
JFA: He does have heart and a mouth that has got him in trouble with more then one of the bigger stars in the AWF.

JRA: Coming to the ring first from Virginia, America. Sir AUROOOOOOS!

Oasis begins on the speakers as the crowd starts to boo as the big man from Virginia comes out from behind the curtain walking down the level stage height ramp to the ring yapping off the crowd members who yell things he doesn’t like slowly climbing through the two ropes walking over to the other side of the ring asking for a mic. He grabs the mic yelling at the person who handed it to him then walking to the center of the ring telling them to cut his music.

JFA: It seems like Sir Auros is going to speak before the match here.
JHA: Probably wisdom for Plasmodium to stay away.

Sir Auros: You know Plasmodium I said when I came to this federation I was gonna make you look like the pansy well today’s the day I am gonna do it. I am gonna turn you into a girl I am gonna make you cry like when you first came out of your momma!

Sir Auros throws the mic down on the floor letting it bounce out the ring the as KMFDM’s Virus starts as Auros turns to face the front.

JRA: And from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada Plasmodium!

Plasmodium hits the top of the walk way slowly walking down knowing there is no way he can win a one on one battle with Sir Auros trying to think of how to get at him stopping at the ropes as the fans continue to cheer his music still playing as Sir Auros stands smug in the ring.

JFA: Plasmodium knows he can’t win One on One here and he knows it how is he going to get the jump on Auros here?
JHA: He won’t get any jump he will just get crushed! Hahaha! Little punk deserves it too!
JFA: Plasmodium putting his hands on the top rope now and I think he has a plan.
JHA: Crunch time little man time to die!

Plasmodium pulls himself onto the top rope then springs himself off and catches Auros off gaurd hitting a missile drop kick directly on the chest of Auros causing him to fall back hard onto the mat Plasmodium jumping back up quickly and goes over to the fallen Auros and as he sits up hits Auros in the faces with the side of his leg knocking him back down and quickly going for the pin on the beleaguered Auros.

JFA: Quick moves by Auros and a quick pin!
JHA: No! Not this soon
JFA: 2.... Kick out with Authority by Auros not ready to give up yet.

After Plasmodium is thrust off of Auros he gets back up to his feet and immediately running to the ropes to the side of Auros bouncing off them and then delvering a base ball slide type maneuver hitting Auros hard in his ribs putting him back down and giving himself firm control.
He quickly gets back over to Auros rolling him onto his back and applying a double STF on Auros who just grimaces on the pain and begins to struggle for the ropes.

JFA: A foolish move for this time in the match but has to try and wear the bigger man down. Auros easily getting to the ropes here with minor pain to his knees.
JFA: Plas is to small to hurt the bigger Auros this is to funny!
JFA: Plas getting off of Auros’ back and Immediately stopping on the thigh and back of the knee cap not wanting to let Auros get up.
JHA: The vile vulture should be disqualified for such tactics.
JFA: You’d have no problem if the role was reversed. Plasmodium lifting Auros leg up and them slamming it back down right on the knee and that has to hurt. Plas doing it again now and Auros howling in pain. You know Auros said he was gonna make Plas look like a Pansy but.
JHA: Don’t even say it.

Plas rolls Auros back over onto his back and delivers a devestating double stomp to the chest of the fallen Auros causing his hands to cross over his chest in immediate pain. Plasmodium with confidence on his side pulls Auros up then hits a spinning back fist causing Auros to reel back slightly then moving behind Auros then forward running towards the ring post jumping up to the top turn buckle and delivering a swinging Bulldog to Auros his head bouncing off the mat.

JFA: And that could be it right here what a move by Plasmodium!
JHA: Bah this match doesn’t count! Auros was with the ladies all night he wasn’t ready!
JFA: I don’t that that matters! Plasmodium going for the pin lifting the leg! 1....2... Kick out by Auros!
JHA: Just toying with him I tells ya!
JFA: Well if he is he can come alive at Anytime since the ringing of the bell and that missile drop kick Auros hasn’t been in this match.

As both men begin to get up Auros slowly rolls outside of the ring towards the ramp way beginning to limp his way up. The crowd begins to Boo as Plasmodium just shakes his head. The crowd begins to chant pull him back as Auros walks back up the run way the coun being administered by the referee. Plasmodium just smiles and climbs out of the ring going over to Auros and spinning him around but as Auros stops spinning he hits Plas with a knee to the nuts causing him to hunch over then hitting a DDT on the Ramp way a clang heard around the arena as he hits it.

JFA: LOW BLOW AND A DDT DAMMIT!
JHA: Well he did say he would make Plas into a woman, heh.

Auros grins as he picks Plasmodium up whose forehead was busted open by the DDT and throws him back into the ring following through and quickly rolling Plas up.

JHA: And that’s the ball Game!
JFA: A tainted victory. 1...2.. KICK OUT! I can’t beileve it! Somehow Plas kicked out!
JHA: You have to be kidding me! Slowest. Count. Ever.
JFA: Auros thinks so too. He seems to think it was slow aswell.

Auros gets back to his feet and argues with the official a few moments more before turning back to Plas and pulling him to his feet hitting him across the face with a slap then picking him up and hitting a body slam then grabbing Plas by the hair and lifting him vertically into the air and holding him there for a few seconds.

JFA: Devestating brainbuster by Sir Auros. This match was turned around by a low-blow the official couldn’t see and now Plasmodium is out of it. Damn Auros.
JHA: The kid is gonna be one of the best I tell ya!
JFA: Auros with the pin here. 1...2... ANOTHER KICK OUT!
JHA: There is no way!
JFA: I don’t know how! I don’t really Care! Plas just kicked out again and Sir Auros is livid!

Sir Auros immediately gets to his feet and starts a yelling match with the referee who threatens to disqualify him causing Auros to mellow out a bit but immediately turns back to Plasmodium. He pulls the bleeding Plas to his feet and kicks him in the gut then sits him up for the Atomic Pile driver.

JHA: Whooo It’s over!
JFA: I have to agree here, That is a devastating maneuver and I think Plas is out cold and also bleeding from the mouth now. Pin by Auros... and look at this just to be sure he has the ropes for leverage.
JHA: Good man, he knows the best ways to win!
JFA: And the dirtiest.

Auros gets the easy three count and gets to his feet as his music begins to play in the Background the ref getting up and raising his arm which his promptly rips away and looks at Plasmodium jawing a few things at him the spitting at him as he lays unconscious climbing out of the ring under a serenade of boos walking back up the aisle way with a vile smirk

Falls Count Right Here Match
“Big Daddy Rav” Ravage vs. “The Mad Bomber” Bombshell


There’s a rumble in the jungle. It’s a damn big gas-guzzling road shagging hog! Bombshell careers uncontrollably through the entrance, his Harley revving higher than it’s ever done before. And here’s the reason; Ravage has leapt on him just as he’s gone flying through the entrance! With the exhaust breathing fire, they roar toward the ring, swerving left and right. Ravage is beating on him savagely, Bombers desperately trying to keep control of the machine. Suddenly he rattles the guardrail and it takes the bike off its course. A handlebar catches in-between the railing and the two men are catapulted into the air, Ravage still punching furiously. The hog squeals as it flips over on it’s back and the piece of guard railing shoots skyward. Bombers and Rav slam into the side of the ring and fall on each other. The guardrail lands heavily on top of them. Officials hurriedly form a human chain across the gap in the railing, and EMT’s rush in to check the situation of the combatants.
Bombshell kicks the railing away and the two men go at it with brutal intensity. They brawl into the ring and the bell rings. The heat is on!

JHA: “Goddamn this match is alive and kicking! I’m afraid I’m gonna have to shout above this crowd for you to hear me at home. This is a falls count right here match, which, as you all probably know means there is only one spot in which to make the pin. Incidentally J, where is the pinning area”?
JFA: “It’s a surprise J, they’ve gotta find it. You’ll know as soon as they do”.

The two slam each other around the ring like rag dolls. A long and tumultuous history has led them to this point. Chief of which is Bombshell’s long-standing belief that Rav cost both he and the cWo ownership of the AWF. He wants payback and he wants it now!

JHA: Owwww! Crushing shoulder charge there by Bombers. Taken a lot of the starch out of that stuffed shirt Ravage I can tell you”.
JFA: “Nonsense, Big Daddy Rav’s more than enough man for this two-bit schmuck. My money’s on the big cat”.
JHA: “That’s what makes you such an awful gambler J, always cashing in your chips too early”.

Bombshell takes the initiative and wraps Rav up in a standing side headlock. Ravage takes none of it, he hauls ‘Shell off of him and slams him in the back. Bombers falls to his knees and Rav punches him hard in the back of the head. Picking him up by his boots, Big Daddy Rav swings Bombshell round and round until he connects headfirst with a turnbuckle. He leaps on him, but ‘Shell reverses out of danger just in time. With Rav now crouched against the turnbuckle, Bombshell wraps a fist around his face and slams the back of his head into it repeatedly. With his foe stunned, Bombers lifts him high above his head and hurls him from the ring to land over another stretch of guardrail not far away. With ownership of the ring declared, Bombshell jumps down and walks across to Rav, who quickly sticks a boot into the British Columbian to send him flying back. ‘Shell collapses against the ring, caught completely unawares, believing his enemy finished. Ravage slowly pushes himself off the railing and slips to the ground. He’s hurting badly and needs to get his place back in the match. A steel chair lies nearby and he picks it up. Bombshell gets up and is knocked down again almost instantly as Big Rav thwacks it across his noggin.

JHA: “RaV o\/\/nz j00”!

He lifts Bombshell up and throws him back into the ring, then climbs in himself. The action begins again as both men take a little time to recover, eye each other suspiciously, and then attack! A tremendous firefight ensues with horrific punishment doled out to both men. They appear deadlocked.

JFA: “Quickly J, we must do something, this match is going nowhere fast”.
JHA: “Eh? What should we do about it”?
JFA: “I don’t know, why don’t you don your headset again and climb in there with them for some close-quarter commentating. That’ll hot things up”.
JHA: “Huh? I’m not risking my life, why don’t you do it”?
JFA: “Because I’m not the one who just won an award. Get in there and prove your mettle”.
JHA: “By golly you’re right J, I’m not just a commentator; I’m a journalist. I report it like it is to millions across the world. I ain’t afraid of getting down and dirty with the big boys”.
JFA: “You sure aren’t J”.
JHA: “Er.. yeah. You just sit back and watch how an award winning pro journo gets the gen, update by update”.
JFA: “Knock ‘em dead, sport”.

The cheering heightens as JHA climbs into the ring to view the action from close range. Bombshell is steadily beating Rav about the face, and sweat is flying off, hitting J in the eye.

JHA: “Oh man this is intense. I’m up close and personal; but these two sure ain’t no pair o’ Robert Redfords”.

The fans go ballistic as J shuffles around the battleground.

JHA: “Thank you thank you, I live to give”.

He can’t help but turn and blow kisses to his adoring fans, at which point Bombers stops beating on Rav and the two look up and stare at the new man. There is a big red bulls eye on his back. He turns back to face them, and catches them staring.

JHA: “What”?

They lunge at him like a couple of Velociraptors. J screams like a little girl and runs around the ring in a circle. They give chase.

JFA: “Ha ha! Bomber’s isn’t the only one seeking payback J. Prepare to be trounced”!

Ravage halts and waits for JHA to come to him, which he does so, blindly. J bounces harmlessly off the imposing warrior and skids across the floor. Ravage advances toward him. J whimpers softly, and just at that moment is saved by an enraged Bombshell flying over him, casting a large shadow like the alien motherships in Independence Day. He slams into Rav, taking him down with authority. J breathes a sigh of relief, but the ‘Shell back flips off his adversary, twisting through the air to land directly in front of him. He smiles dryly.

JHA laughs quietly and flicks an invisible piece of dirt from Bombshell’s shoulder for appeasement. ‘Shell grabs him by the neck and lifts him off the ground. Rav slams into him with a low charge from behind, bending ‘Shell backward. JHA lands on the canvas and scrambles to the safe haven of the turnbuckle. The tremors shudder through the ring as both men trade vicious tirades of blows.

JHA: “Th, th.. this is beyond it all. Both of these guys seem deeply enamoured of my good looks. Damn it, why am I so pretty”?

Ravage rakes his enemy’s eyes and goes for a quantum surge, but ‘Shell lashes out, burying a boot deep into Rav’s midsection, knocking the wind out of him and then some! He decks him with a forearm smash and proceeds to clear his vision. Rav is suitably subdued, time for the pin. He looks Jay’s away and rumbles with deep laughter. The shadow casts across J once more as he crouches tightly into the turnbuckle. Cameramen try their best to get a good vantage point, but the best they can come up with is the image over Bombshell’s shoulder as he closes in for the kill. JHA is sweating for his country, teeth chattering. A large, blood smeared hand reaches toward him.

JHA: “Oh num shivai, oh num shivai, oh num shivai”!

It wraps around his neck, lifting him upward. J puts his hands together and forms a crude cross before his captor.

JHA: “Oh num shivai, oh num shivai, oh num shivai, OH NUM SHIVAI”!

Bombshell laughs cantankerously. Raises him extra high, holding the neck tight.

JHA: “OH NUM SHIVAI, OH NU-AAAAAACK”!

He slams J home into the canvas, and watches as his unfit body bounces straight back up again into the air. Bombers smacks him on the head again with an anvil like fist, and J is out like a light on the floor. He rolls him over so the bull’s-eye is clearly showing, hoists Ravage up and lays him across, then climbs the turnbuckle and takes off for a stunning five star frog splash.

JFA: “WOW! He’s taken out both men! And this one is history, the ref making the count; one.. two.. three!

Bombshell springs into the air and leaps about, victorious on this, the night of nights. His hog is badly damaged, but it’s a small price to pay. His grievance with Rav has been justified and he feels he can now move on. Next stop... whoever is stupid enough to get in his way!
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Part IV: Hardcore Title, Unicron/Morpheus, Strafe/Blaster

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Hardcore Elimination Challenge

JFA: “What a match this is going to be, Jay. Eleven men set to blast through those curtains, but only one man will leave the Tokyo Egg Dome with the Hardcore Title.”
JHA: “Not necessarily, Jay! Mat Man and Quick Switch are BOTH comin’ in as champions, and they could both leave that way!”
JFA: “That’s true...Switch and Mat, unprecedented co-Hardcore Champions after the inconclusive ending of Pulp Faction’s Handicap Cage Match against Viewfind.”
JHA: “Which was a screwjob to begin with! Homeslice should still be a double champion! It took five guys to win the belt off him!”
JFA: “Of course, had it not been for the constant, neverending GPA interference, he probably wouldn’t have had those belts in the first place...”

As the bell sounds to gain the raucous crowd’s attention, the curtains part and Starscreamer enters the arena, shaking his moneymaker! The Winning Streak Kid slowly makes his way down the elevated aisle, dancing for any fans willing to throw spare change at him. Entering the ring, Starscreamer poses for the crowd as red, white and blue fireworks explode behind the nutcase liberal! He hardly has time to remove his extra apparel before the curtains part again and, one by one, the other competitors begin their respective entrances!

JHA: “Now, this is elimination rules, right, Jay?”
JFA: “You’ve got it. All eleven men will start in the ring, and any man can pin any other man to eliminate him, and the last man standing will be the Hardcore Champion. OK, the smoke filling the stage area...and The Raid, Divebomb, and P making their way to the ring together...you have to believe that those three men will have an inherent advantage in this one.”
JHA: “Why? The GPA always fights fair!”
JFA: “Sure. One of them is bad. Two is worse. But three in this match? That’s a recipe for disaster.”

As P, Divebomb, and The Raid slide into the ring and scare Starscreamer and D-Extreme (who had already made his way to the ring) to the outside, the curtains part again and Sean “SC2K” Coughlan enters the arena to a pretty strong crowd reaction!

JFA: “Sean Coughlan, getting quite an ovation here...he and Omega making their pay per view debuts in this match, and obviously their ArchiveMania debuts as well.”
JHA: “Like those guys have a snowball’s chance.”
JFA: “I wouldn’t be so bold as to count ANYONE out of this one...this match is definitely anybody’s ball game.”

As Sean Coughlan makes his way to the ring, Omega saunters into view and storms to the ring, but a moment later, the curtains part again...and Adolf, the Nazi star, enters the arena to a chorus of boos from the crowd!

JFA: “This Japanese crowd really letting Adolf hear it.”
JHA: “Which doesn’t make any sense to me! In the big one, didn’t Japan...”
JFA: “Don’t start.”

As Adolf steps through the ropes, a tremendous explosion of fireworks engulfs the entrance area, and God Jinrai enters into view! The towering American star makes his way to the ring, and everyone clears out as Jinrai appeals to the Tokyo crowd. Just then, however, his music cuts off and Mat Man and Quick Switch enter the arena, mockingly tossing the Hardcore Championship belt back and forth like a hot potato!

JFA: “These guys just love holding that Hardcore Championship together.”
JHA: “It’s not fair! How are you supposed to beat two guys?”
JFA: “I think that’s the idea of this match, Jay, to amend that.”
JHA: “You.......I........”

RA: “Ladies and gentlemen, I now present to you...our mystery twelfth participant in the
Hardcore Elimination Challenge....”

JHA: “What? I didn’t hear anything about a mystery participant.”
JFA: “Nor I. And it’s....it’s.......”
JHA: “No way!!!!”
JFA: “Scout! It’s Scout! Scout getting a huge reaction from this capacity crowd, and she’s off like a shot, headed for the ring....and there goes the bell, and we’re underway!”
JHA: “Ahhh! It’s like the Royal Rumble all over again!”
JFA: “Indeed, except pinfalls are the only method of elimination here. Pinfalls count anywhere in the city of Tokyo.”

Brawls begin all over the ring, and the action quickly spills to the outside as Starscreamer and D-Extreme become entangled and topple over the top rope and down to the hard floor. Fighting through the crowd, Scout runs right after Divebomb, who slides to the outside to get away from the AWF’s resident diva!

JFA: “Scout, going right after Divebomb! Scout obviously still upset about the events of the Royal Rumble, where Divebomb absolutely disrespected Scout in a manner I’d rather not repeat.”
JHA: “Divebomb’s just thinking things over. He’s entitled to a minute.”
JFA: “He may need more than that....Mat Man up on the top rope....flying cross body-block to the floor on Divebomb! Mat Man with a cover on the floor.....1..........2........and Divebomb gets a shoulder up. The Raid quickly swooping in on Mat Man....rams him into the steel steps! On the inside, P off the ropes...Omega catches him...spinebuster slam! Omega, sends P into the ropes again, misses a clothesline....P with a spinning neckbreaker! Wait, Adolf has a steel chair....WHAM! WHAM! Adolf just dented that chair over P’s head, and P through the ropes to the outside! Across the ring, D-Extreme sliding back in....boot to the face by Sean Coughlan! SC2k, sending D-Extreme into the ropes...boot to the midsection...powerbomb! Powerbomb by Coughlan!!!”

As Coughlan heaves D-Extreme down in the powerbomb and goes for the cover, Omega turns right into a missle dropkick by Starscreamer and falls backward right into Coughlan and D-Extreme, breaking up the count by accident. Omega gets back to his feet, and Coughlan, furious, gets up in his face! Coughlan shoves Omega, Omega shoves Coughlan, and immediately, the two rookies are trading lefts and rights in the center of the ring! As the rest of the superstars part the way to let the two greenhorns battle it out, The Raid and Divebomb suddenly slide in the ring with steel chairs and nail both Omega and Coughlan with a simultaneous Con-Chair-To!!! Divebomb pins Coughlan and Raid pins Omega, and the referee counts a simultaneous three count, eliminating both men!

JFA: “What a cheapshot!! Just like that, Coughlan and Omega are outta here! Raid and Divebomb celebrating, but this match is far from over.....double-clothesline by God Jinrai!!! Jinrai, a man with quite a history with the GPA, would love to put those men down here at ArchiveMania.”
JHA: “It’s not gonna happen! It’s one on three!”
JFA: “Not really...those GPA jackals will go after one another the first chance they get with the Hardcore Title on the line.”

Jinrai picks up The Raid and heaves him into the corner, then throws a steel chair into Raid’s hands, then drives his boot right into the chair, driving it into Raid’s face! Raid topples through the ropes to the outside, and once out there, D-Extreme picks up a STOP sign and dents it over Raid’s head! Leaving Raid on the outside, D-Extreme mounts the ropes and, STOP sign in hand, sails through the air and nails Divebomb in the back of the head with the sign!!! D-Extreme turns Divebomb over and goes for the cover, but before the referee can get to three, P runs over with a box fan in hand and shatters it everywhere over the back of D-Extreme’s head!!! P tries to roll D-Ex over for a cover, but before he can accomplish anything, Scout comes flying out of nowhere and nails him with a spinning heel kick!

Meanwhile, Adolf is on the floor, sorting under the ring for any kind of lethal weapon. He then pulls out a table and slides it into the ring!!!

JHA: “What the hell are they chanting, Jay?”
JFA: “I’m guessing they’re saying something about tables in Japanese.”
JHA: “No they’re not! That’s just gibberish!”
JFA: “Your appreciation of foriegn cultures astounds me.”
JHA: “Well, I did major in communications, Jay...”
JFA: “...”

While everyone else is paired off fighting, Adolf drags the table to a corner and sets it up. Starscreamer sees this and rushes across the ring, but Adolf catches him as he comes across and scores with a big spinebuster slam onto the shattered pieces of the box fan! Taking the upper hand, Adolf places Starscreamer on the table, then goes to the top rope!

JFA: “No! Don’t do it!”
JHA: “Yes! Crush that nutcase liberal!”

Adolf raises his Fourth Reich salute and prepares to dive, but before he can do so, UPF suddenly jumps out of the crowd and shoves him off the turnbuckles, and Starscreamer rolls out of the way as Adolf breaks right through the table headfirst!!! As he gets to his feet, Starscreamer turns around and gets waffled over the head with a chair by The Raid, who then falls on the broken Adolf and gets the 1...2..........3 to eliminate him!!!

As Adolf’s body is rolled from the ring and UPF rushes up the aisle in glee, Mat Man and Quick Switch come rushing across the ring and nail The Raid with a double-clothesline. Tossing The Raid into the ropes, Switch and Mat heave him into the air and nail him with their own version of the 3-D!!! Before anyone can intervene, Switch covers Raid for the 1........2........before MAT pulls him off!

JFA: “What in the hell?! Mat just broke up the cover!”
JHA: “Mat wants to eliminate him!”
JFA: “Mat with the cover now......1.........2.......and now Switch breaks it up! What is going on here?!”
JHA: “They can’t decide who wants to get the cover!”

Leaving Raid on the mat, Switch and Mat get to their feet and get in each other’s faces, then suddenly begin exchanging lefts and rights to the astonishment of the crowd!!! The co-champions topple through the ropes and continue fighting all the way up the aisle and through the curtains to the backstage area!!! The broadcast goes to a split-screen as Switch and Mat battle in a locker room while the other 7 participants continue fighting in the ring. When Mat misses a clothesline and Switch nails him with a neckbreaker on the floor, he suddenly snatches the camera from the AWF cameraman and shatters it over Mat’s back, and that side of the broadcast goes black!!!

JFA: “We’ve lost our broadcast...we’ll try to get another cameraman back there to see what’s happening...”
JHA: “What’s happening? Mat’s getting his back broken, that’s what’s happening!”

Back in the ring, The Raid is just getting back to his feet when God Jinrai swoops in with a big boot to the face, knocking him back down! Jinrai can only linger for a second, however, before Starscreamer spears him and sends both men out to the floor! As Raid stumbles back to his feet again, Scout swoops in and rolls the big man up, getting the 1......2.......3 to eliminate him!!! What Scout doesn’t notice, however, is Divebomb crouching in the corner, waiting for her to get up....

JFA: “Watch out, Scout! Damn that Divebomb! He’s just waiting for her!”
JHA: “This oughta be great, Jay!”

As Scout turns around, Divebomb suddenly rushes forward, boots her in the stomach, and scores with a piledriver!!! As Scout lays motionless on the mat, P slides his tag team partner a steel chair, and Divebomb sets up the chair, lifts Scout again, and piledrives her on the steel!!!

JFA: “DAMMIT!!! DAMMIT!!! THAT IS A WOMAN IN THE RING, JAY!!!”
JHA: “No one forced her into this! She had to know what she was getting into!!!”

With Jinrai still on the outside, Divebomb places a boot on Scout’s chest and registers the 1......2......3!!! Laughing evilly, Divebomb watches with baited breath as referees help Scout to the outside, but when he turns around, Jinrai is towering over him! Grabbing Divebomb around the throat, Jinrai scores with a huge chokeslam, but P breaks up the cover with a STOP sign shot to the back of Jinrai’s head! Meanwhile, Starscreamer climbs back in the ring, but as he does so, D-Extreme comes flying off the top rope and dents a chair over Screamer’s back! Quickly rolling him up, D-Extreme gets the 1...2....3 and Starscreamer is out of there!

Bringing Jinrai back to his feet, P and Divebomb heave him into the ropes and go for a double-clothesline, but Jinrai ducks it, grabs both men, and scores with a double-chokeslam!!! The impact sends P rolling to the outside, and Jinrai covers Divebomb and gets the 1....2......3 for the elimination!!! Rolling to the floor, D-Extreme reaches under the ring and pulls out...a ladder! As Jinrai comes over to the ropes to investigate, D-Extreme shoves the ladder through the ropes and hits Jinrai in the face, knocking him goofy!!! Jinrai staggers to his feet, but D-Extreme throws the ladder like a spear and it nails Jinrai in the head and drops him in the middle of the ring, unconscious!!!

D-Extreme thinks about covering him, but then opens the ladder and stands it in the corner. Absorbing the cheers of the crowd, D-Extreme climbs to the tip-top, then leaps for a huge splash, but Jinrai moves out of the way, and D-Extreme crashes to the mat in a tremendous fall!!! As D-Extreme rolls around on the mat in pain, P suddenly mounts the opposite corner and nails D-Ex with a flying elbowdrop, then gets the cover for the 1.....2.......3!!!

As the referees roll D-Extreme to the outside, it’s down to P and Jinrai. Taking the upper hand, P tosses Jinrai into the ropes and nails him with a big clothesline, and when the big man won’t go down, P nails him with a huge piledriver! P goes for the cover and gets 1......2......before Jinrai barely kicks out. As P goes for the ladder, the curtains suddenly part and Quick Switch and Mat suddenly burst through the curtains, still battling it out! As they brawl down the aisle towards the ring, P picks up the ladder and rushes at Jinrai, but the big man suddenly throws a dropkick and sends the ladder back into P’s face! P drops the ladder, and Jinrai goes for the cover and gets the 1........2.......3!!!

As Jinrai slowly tries to get to his feet, however, Switch and Mat suddenly stop fighting! They smile at each other, slide into the ring, and as the battered Jinrai slowly turns around, Mat and Switch team together to nail him with their version of the 3-D!!!! Mat wraps Jinrai up for the cover, and the referee counts the 1......2........3!!!!

JFA: “What in the hell?!?”
JHA: “Brilliant!!! I love it!!! Switch and Mat are finally using their heads!”
JFA: “That whole brawl was a damn act! And now Switch going for the Hardcore Championship....and those two are outta here! They’re waving the match off!”
JHA: “Can they do that?!”
JFA: “I don’t know, but Switch and Mat are headed outta here, and it seems that they both have managed to retain the Hardcore Championship! What a screwjob! What a setup!”
JHA: “What geniuses!!!”

Morpheus Vs. Unicron

JFA: This match has been in the making for EoS, this match is one man’s chance at revenge. Brutally assaulted by the GPA he has a chance to get his hand on the biggest man in the GPA he has his chance to get his hands on Unicron.
JHA: Or Unicron gets his massive hands on Morpheus and finishes what the GPA started and end that 2-bit hack‘s career. It’ll be just like Monday in the tag match only this time it’ll all be over.
JFA: A preview from monday we saw Divebomb interfere and crack Morpheus over the head allowing Unicron to get the pin and just adding more build up to this match 3 months in the making.
JHA: 3 months in the making and I don’t think it’s even gonna last three minutes. I predict a blow out victory by Unicron.
JFA: Well something in this match is going to blow and I think it could be Morpheus’ temper.

The bell rings as The ring announcer stands in the middle of the ring beginning to speak.

JRA: This match is scheduled for One fall! Coming to the ring first representing the GPA from the Parts Unknown Unicron!

Whatever By Our Lady Peace starts up as the big man appears near the beginning of the entry way the areana darkening for the entrance. The crowd begins a chorus of boos from the large crowd within the Tokyo Eggdome. He walks along the level ramp to the ring with a very ominous look climbing through the second rope turning to face the Entrance way expecting a head on collision with Morpheus.

JFA: He looks ready for this match I get the feeling this will be good and emotional for at least one of thecompetitors.
JHA: I still think it is going to be over in a matter of minutes. I mean loook how out classed Morpheus was on Mayhem.
JFA: He was hit with a chair! I don’t think he even maintained conciousness after that!
JHA: Proving he is weak either way.

JRA: And coming to the ring second Spawned in the minds of innocent children everywhere Morpheus!

The moonlight sonata by Beethoven the Arena not getting any brighter in fact darker lighters and other such things coming on to help people see the slow music playing as Unicron stands still in the center of the ring staring forward. Still after a few moments nothing.

JFA: Where is he? Don’t tell me the GPA attacked him in the back again!
JHA: The GPA would never do such things your accusations are bold and preposterous!
JFA: Wait coming from the crowd! Morpheus just jumped the railing and slid into the ring!
JHA: What that’s illegal! Disqualify him!
JFA: The match hasn’t started! Punch to the back of the head by Morpheus sending Unicron barreling forward! The match is now on the bell has sounded! And Morpheus just keeps working now holding Unicron by the head and delivering punches to the forehead!
JHA: Attack from behind! That wasn’t fair he had no way of telling! DQ Morpheus end this!

JHA’s pleas go unheard as the ref only pulls Morpheus off of Unicron but Morpheus goes right back to work pulling the dead stoner up and going for a clothes line sending Unicron back to the mat hard on his back. Morpheus then crouches down putting his knee on Unicron’s throat blatantly choking him his face blank. The ref comes over and counts to three then begins telling Morpheus to get up. Morpheus acknowledges getting up as the ref berates him about the choke giving Unicron a chance to get to his feet. As soon as the ref is out of the way Unicron lunges at Morpheus and they get right into it exchanging lefts and rights neither man getting an advantage until Unicron catches Morpheus with a hard right causing him to stumble back then follows up with a thigh to the stomach causing Morpheus to hunch over then hunching over himself lifting Morpheus there and hitting a powerful flap jack.

JFA: Flapjack by Unicron who goes for the pin.
JHA: 2 minutes and 43 seconds I was off by 17 seconds.
JFA: 1...2... kick out by Morpheus!
JHA: Blargh! Hurry up and pin him Unicron don’t let me down!
JFA: Unicron just getting up and going for an Irish whip. Reversed by Morpheus. Morpheus ducks the clothes line on the way back towards Unicron and hits the other ropes coming forward and BULLDOG!
JHA: Check him for illegal substances I think he is doing the ‘roids! The Roid monkey!
JFA: That argument won’t work here. Morpheus back up and turning the other way coming forward and leg drop on the back of Unicrons neck! Rolled over and pin by Morpheus now!
JHA: WQell it’s past three minutes but you can’t lose Unicron! Don’t give up because you failed me!
JFA:1....2....3 we have a winner! No! No! Unicron kicked out! I can’t believe this right before the hand hit the ground I swear it did!
JHA: There is a god! And I would like to personally think him for that!

Morpheus quickly gets to his feet un-phased by the close victory for himself and walks over to the nearest ring post beginning to climb the turn buckles. One he reaches the top turn buckle he turns around facing the ring and Unicron the japanese crowd errupting as The artist formerly known ass Too Lame jumps off the top rope elbow out intent to drive it into the chest of Unicron but Unicron quickly rolls out of the way allowing Morpheus to hit nothing but mat and then roll over holding his elbow in pain.

JFA: Quick thinking by Unicron to get out of the way of that elbow which surely would have ended this match.
JHA: It was all a show he was letting that fool Morpheus actually think he had a chance at winning here. I am happy to say it worked.
JFA: Unicron back to his feet and right over to Morpheus and immediately begins wrenching that hurt elbow hitting an arm drag on it.
JHA: A wolf going for the weakness what a smart man! Show that arm whose boss! twist it! Twist it! Yeah!
JFA: Unicron with a hammer lock now on Morpheus’ injured arm now and Morpheus is just in pain plain and simple pain.
JHA: As he should be!

Unicron drives a knee into the back of Morpheus causing him to stumble forward as the hold is released then following up with a clothes line from behind causing Morpheus to hit the mat face first hard then he drops down rolling Morpheus over and going for another pin but only getting a two count. Unicron gets back to a vertical base and on his way up brings morpheus with him lifting him up into the air and spinning him then slamming him down hard with a back breaker but also on the injured right arm. Morpheus cries out in pain as he is dropped on his back holding his hurt elbow. Unicron grabs Morpheus up and pulls him to the corner hitting his him with a throat thrust pushing him up. He then pulls the battered Morpheus from the corner and delivers a head smash to the turn buckle.

JFA: Unicron has full momentum here using that damaged elbow to his advantage now slamming Morpheus head off the turn buckle.
JHA: Well it may be about 10 minutes now but hey Unicron will still win!
JFA: Unicron out of the corner now with a solid Irish Whip tugging on that hurt right arm Morpheus bouncing out and landing on his back.
JHA: And here’s what Morpheus gets for trying to cheat to get the upperhand when this match began!

Morpheus lays prone on the mat as Unicron comes over dragging him to the middle of the ring rolling him up for the pin but only getting a two count from it the frustration showing on his face as he stands up and stomps on the chest of Morpheus before pulling him back to his feet. Morpheus is the recipient of a couple throat strike causing him to stumble barley keeping his balance before he is hit with a solid kick to the stomach hunching him over. Unicron wastes no more time getting Unicron ready for what looks to be another atomic drop.

JHA: Break that tail bone! Break it and then break his arm and neck finish the career of this sick freak!
JFA: That is a little much for anyone it doesn’t matter. An Atomic throw by... he just hit the Ref!
JHA: Uh oh....
JFA: Unicron just threw Morpheus into the ref and his head hit hard! Morpheus off of the Ref and immediately checking on him. The ref is out cold.
JHA: Whoo Unicron!
JFA: Unicron with a kick straight into that hurt elbow of Morpheus causing him to collapse right back down. Dammit this match no longer has a ref and what a surprise Unicron immediately on the outside and is evicting the time keeper from his chair and folding it up and going right back into the ring.
JHA: He is an opportunist not a cheater.
JFA: Unicron right in over Morpheus chair above his head and ready to strike this is sick.
JHA: Here it comes! What!? NO! Illegal!
JFA: Morpheus just kicked Unicron right in the cojones! Unicron has dropped the chair and fallen to the mat in extreme pain! What a counter measure by Morpheus, has had a chance to get something going and is getting to his feet!
JHA: Disqualify him he used a blatant low blow!
JFA: And Unicron was going to use a chair. Speaking of which Morpheus now has his elbow is swelling but he has the chair above is head and!

As the chair connects with Unicrons head crushing it against the mat a sickening thud is heard as Unicron lay almost lifeless on the mat floor. Morpheus wastes no time at all turning the chair and ramming it right onto the back of Unicron causing his body to twitch himself unconcious.

JFA: The crowd loves it and I do to he is finally paying part of the GPA back for what happened to him back at Edge of Survival. he again drives that chair into the back of the fallen Unicron!
JHA: That cheating scum disqualify him! Speaking of the GPA J... where are they! Shouldn’t they be out here helping their comrade!
JFA: I don.... there they are Divebomb and Prowl? Both have chairs and with the ref out nothing is going to stop this.
JHA: Hah good he deserves to be kicked around!

The GPA surround the ring the four other member waiting for Morpheus to make a move but he keeps tabs on them putting the boots to Unicron still who is bleeding from the mouth and nose.
The Raid slides into the ring but is met with a chair to the head but this gives Prowl? a chance to get in the ring and crack Morpheus along the back causing him to fall. Viewfind and Divebomb get into the ring aswell and Viewfind lifts Morpheus up who is totally stunned as Prowl? and Divebomb wind up for a Con-chairtoe

JFA: Well this match has gone down hill when it comes to the rules The NWA going for the conchairtoe and Viewfind tends to the fallen Unicron now.
JHA: Goodnight Morpheus see you when you get out of the coma this is going to induce
JFA: This is sick, the swing and... Morpheus ducked the chairs hit each other! Morpheus spins. SPEAR ON PROWL?!!!
JHA: What!? No!! Divebomb do something!

As Divebomb swingsMorpheus turns in time to duck but Viewfind was standing up and helping Unicron up and gets tattooed in the back by the chair sending him over the ropes to the floor and dropping the unconscious Unicron back down. Morpheus then lunges forward hitting Divebomb in the gut causing him to hunch over then
JFA: ANESTHISIS ON DIVEBOMB right onto a chair!
JHA: You have to be kidding me! Prowl? Back up with a chair now though! good teach Morpheus a lesson GPA style Homeslice.
JFA: Prowl? Charging forward and... Greeted with another spear by Morpheus! He’s cleaned house! Every member of the GPA is down and now he is going back to Unicron! He’s locked in the Bad Dream!
JHA: Someone do something! Quick.. Oh no another ref is coming!
JFA: He’s in the ring! He’ immediately goes over two the two competitors and is checking Unicron!

The ref lifts and drops Unicron’s arm three times the chair shots knocking him out cold prior to the sleeper it just helped. The Ref turns to the time keeper and signals for the bell as the Moonlight Sonata starts up again and JRA who stands up and announces Morpheus the winner who quickly gets up and makes his way out of the ring as the GPA begin to come too 3 of them bleeding and two unconcious.

A video package rolls, recapping recent events…

Redemption
“And UPF is here!! UPF out to the rescue of his Team AWF partner! Into the ring now… RCOSD going straight for him! Rights! Lefts! Kick to the gut by UPF… clothesline by RCOSD!!”
JHA: “That’s a boy, R! Show him who’s boss!
JFA: “RCOSD turning his attention to Blaster_86 now… pulling him up… UPF’s got the chair!”
JFA: “OH MY GOD!! UPF just swung and nailed Blaster with that steel chair! … RCOSD ducked… and UPF just, instead of hitting the One Man Army from behind, drilled that chair straight into Blaster_86’s face! UPF standing stunned… Hooks the leg… one… two… three. It’s over. RCOSD with a pinfall victory over Blaster_86.”

Backstage, later…
UPF: “Hi man. Look, like I said, I’m really sorry about earlier tonight…”
Y3B: “Hey, don’t worry about it. I know I didn’t ask for your help… but you came out and gave it anyway. I appreciate it. Really, I do.”
UPF: “Well, so long as we’re both cool with it.”
Y3B: “Oh yeah, sure. I’m completely at peace with the situation.

We see Blaster slam a barbell into the back of his comrade’s head.

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

Mayhem

Y3B: “Will all you American Assclowns please SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTHS!”
JFA: “This is sick…”
Y3B: “But what this comes down to is The American dream is over I ended it, the second time Canada has crushed America”

Strafe: “You know, Blaster. I don’t know what happened, but at one point you went from cool in my book to being a total bigoted asshole. Take your own advice and shut up kid.”


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Strafe vs. Blaster_86

The pyrotechnics explode as Blaster_86 appears on the stage, back to the crowd with his arms stretched out to each side.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada – Y3B, Blaster_86!”

JHA: “And listen to that reaction! These people know what’s up!”
JFA: “A surprisingly huge ovation for the arrival of Blaster_86 here in the Eggdome… this sell-out Tokyo crowd on their feet… why is completely beyond me…”
JHA: “Oh, just because you hate somebody, the rest of the world has to? You loved the guy when he lost every match then won the title. Now because he’s grown a spine everybody has to hate him?”
JFA: “My distaste for the young man stems more from the things he’s said and done than any growing maturity. He launched a cowardly attack on an American hero, and has said some very unsavoury things about my country.”
JHA: “The point being what? We’re in Japan, he’s done nothing to offend these people – as far as they’re concerned, he’s just the same plucky kid he was before!”

Strutting cockily down the aisle, Y3B glances around at the crowd, a smirk covering his face as he starts to throw obscene gestures at the fans.

JFA: “And they’ll still support him after that?!”
JHA: “I’m sure somebody just insulted his mother in Japanese…”
JFA: “And since when does Blaster speak Japanese? He doesn’t speak Japanese! He’s got no respect for anybody. Showing utter contempt for the fans who are naïve enough to cheer him still.”
JHA: “Yeah, call the target audience naïve… that’ll win you points.”

Trapt’s “Headstrong” continues to fill the Eggdome as the young Canadian steps through the ropes and stands in the centre of the ring, turning to face each side of the crowd and shout at them. Marching across to the ring announcer, he shoves him aside and grabs the microphone.

Y3B: “Cut the music. I said cut the goddamn music! Thank you, you bunch of assclowns… can’t even get a simple cue right.”

JFA: “Who gave him a microphone? He’s out here for a match…”
JHA: “Be quiet – the Ayatollah is speaking!”

Y3B: “I just want to say that it’s such a change to have the support of a crowd again. For the past month, I’ve had nothing but dumbass Yankee Doodle Dandy assclowns on my back wherever I go. So I can’t tell you how sick to my stomach it makes me feel to have the support of dumbass Japanese assclowns as well. I’m not against the USA, I’m against the idiocy they spread like a disease to the minds of the rest of the world. Poisoned minds like those of all you idiots who stood in line to pay to see a card full of them. But fear not – I am your savior. I will rescue you from the clutches of those who made you the assclowns you are.”

As the crowd viciously jeer the Canadian, Blaster smugly passes the microphone back to the ring announcer, telling him to get on with it.

JFA: “Still gonna back your new best friend to the hilt?”
JHA: “Absolutely! Agree with every word he said.”
JFA: “You make me sick, I want you to know that.”
JHA: “If only you’d call in sick one day, I might get some peace.”

As Blaster continues to lean over the top rope and taunt the crowd, the murky fuzz of Linkin Park’s “Papercut” starts to crackle over the sound system, but is quickly drowned out by the chorus of cheers that greet the sound.

“And his opponent: from Chicago, Illinois; representing Pulp Faction… Strafe!”

JHA: “How many more of these Pulp Faction goons do I have to endure?!”
JFA: “As many as it takes to get the job done? Isn’t that your usual line about the GPA?”
JHA: “Shut up.”

Appearing onstage, Strafe salutes the crowd on both sides of the runway, before charging the full length of the aisle and vaulting over the top rope into the ring.

JFA: “And Blaster_86 just taking off there… Strafe diving into the ring, and Y3B is straight out on the other side, not wanting a piece of him quite yet.”
JHA: “He’s smart… he wants to meet Strafe on his own terms… not get jumped from behind. Let him have his moment in the spotlight then meet on a level playing field.”

Smiling as his presence empties the ring of all bar the referee, Strafe clambers up onto the second turnbuckle and takes in the cheers of the capacity crowd.

JFA: “I think it’s safe to say that the fans have made their mind up on who they want to win here. And a lot of it has to go down to the rather dubious manner in which Blaster chose to dedicate the match to them…”
JHA: “He’s young… he’ll learn.”
JFA: “And… Blaster back inside now and just nails Strafe from behind! Strafe still up on that turnbuckle, just clobbered from behind by the Canadian… and bang goes the level playing field you were extolling the virtues of.”
JHA: “So he learns faster than I gave him credit for. That’s not a bad thing.”
JFA: “Let me guess. Win if you can, lose if you must, but always cheat, right?”
JHA: “Just telling it like it is, Jay.”

Hammering away on his opponent in the corner, Blaster slams Strafe’s head into the top turnbuckle pad, then unleashes a succession of knife-edge chops. Grabbing the arm and shoulder, Y3B whips the American across the ring and into the opposite set of turnbuckles.

JFA: “Solid Irish whip there. Follows it in with a shoulder tackle…”
JHA: “Oh my sweet god no…”
JFA: “And Strafe just dodged out of the way, there. Blaster going straight between the turnbuckles… his shoulder just colliding with the steel ring post. Strafe pulling him out now… wristlock… wrings the arm. Going straight to work on the shoulder… good strategy as he looks to take back the momentum he lost when Blaster jumped him from behind. Adjusts it to a hammerlock… and… turns Blaster around here… scoops him up… and a solid armbar slam right down onto that injured shoulder. Lateral press. One. Two. Kick out by Blaster_86.”
JHA: “It’ll take more than that to keep Y3B down. He didn’t even hook the leg…”

Letting his foe clamber back to his feet, Strafe stands coiled in the centre of the ring. Seizing his opportunity, he lunges forward, grabbing the injured left arm, stretching it across his own stomach before falling backwards, driving B86 facefirst into the mat.

JFA: “Good armbar DDT there by Strafe, that’ll hyperextend the elbow without any problem.”
JHA: “Armbar DDT? It’s a single arm takedown, you mark. Learn the names of the damn moves…”
JFA: “We’ll argue that one later… Strafe off the ropes now… precision kneedrop to the forehead. Hooks the leg, one… two… shoulder comes up from Blaster_86 now.”
JHA: “Argue it later? Are you implying that I don’t know what I’m talking about?!”
JFA: “Implications can go hang – I’m flat out saying it!”

Hauling Blaster up to a vertical base, Strafe hurls him into the ropes.

JFA: “Clothesline attempt by Strafe, ducked by Blaster… stopped the momentum well… turnaround by Strafe and solid dropkick by the Canadian. Perfect execution on it… Strafe knocked clear off his feet. Both men up again… Blaster with a drop toehold… and floats across into a side headlock.”
JHA: “This is where the match starts. Strafe’s been allowed his little spell to make himself and the crowd feel good. Now we get onto the asskicking.”
JFA: “Y3B wrenching away with that side headlock. Strafe chest down on the canvas… and Blaster telling the referee to ring the bell.”
JHA: “He must have heard Strafe submit! I said it was all over.”
JFA: “You said it was all starting… and I think you’ve insulted the intelligence of everybody the world over by saying that Strafe would give up in this match – let alone in a side headlock! Nobody’s ever got a submission from that hold – it’s a weardown move!”
JHA: “I’ve made people give up in it…”
JFA: “You have not…”
JHA: “Have so! I’ve had people give up during the introductions!”
JFA: “Blaster still cinching in that hold… and Strafe reaching up now… getting an arm in… counters! Turns it over into an overhead wristlock… both men still on the canvas… and Strafe is straight back to work on the injured arm.”

Releasing the pressure slightly, Strafe clambers back up to his feet, bringing the Canadian with him.

JHA: “Blaster’s fighting back… c’mon Blast!”
JFA: “This time a month ago you were begging for him to get his ass kicked…”
JHA: “That was before he grew a spine and became my new second favourite wrestler!”
JFA: “Nonetheless… Blaster is fighting back… pushing up out of the overhead wristlock… back to the vertical now… armwringer to reverse it, releases the hold, slips around the back… waistlock, pushes to the ropes and a double leg roll-up! One! Two! Powered out by Strafe!”
JHA: “That was three! I swear that was three!”
JFA: “Strafe back up now… and explodes with a clothesline! He just took Blaster’s head right off with that one.”

Stopping to regain his composure, Strafe salutes the crowd before dropping to his knees and making the cover. The referee counts one, then two before Y3B’s arm comes shooting up off the mat, inadvertantly catching the referee in the face with his fist.

JHA: “Two count! T-t-two count!”
JFA: “Clothesling by Strafe only gets a two… but the referee got caught right in the face by that one… he looks to have caught it right in the eye there…”
JHA: “So he shouldn’t have been that close to the shoulders to make the count, then. Serves him right.”
JFA: “Strafe helping him up… trying to get a look at the eye. And… Blaster’s up to his knees behind him… OH… a crushing low-blow from Blaster_86…”
JHA: “Sorry, what happened? I was concerned with watching the referee…”
JFA: “Like hell you were… Strafe doubled over in agony now… Blaster up to his feet… scoops him up… Stiff Beat!! Stiff Beat on Strafe! Referee still clutching his eyes…”
JHA: “Come on sleepy! Wake up and count the win!”

Glancing at the still-blinded official, Blaster delivers two well-placed stomps to the chest of his opponent, then runs to the nearby ropes, leaping onto the second strand and performing an expert backflip splash onto Strafe and hooking the leg.

JHA: “Soundsault! It’s over!!”
JFA: “The referee coming back to his senses… sees the cover… one… two…”
JHA: “Three!”
JFA: “Kick out! Kick out by Strafe! Somehow powering out of it!”
JHA: “Nooooo!”

Disbelieving, Y3B glares at the referee, before dragging Strafe to his feet. Locking his opponent’s arms in a full nelson, Blaster stands slightly to the side, grapevining his right leg around in front of Strafe’s. But before he can fall forward and hit the Breakdown, Strafe swings his arms outwards, somehow breaking the full nelson and slamming his elbow back firmly into the Canadian’s face.

JFA: “Counter by Strafe! Blocking the Breakdown! Blaster lunging at him again… Boot to the gut by Strafe! Kneelift facebuster!”
JHA: “Get out of there, Blaster! Do something!”

Watching as Blaster turns onto his stomach and clambers back to his feet, Strafe approaches from behind, before grabbing him by the waist and driving him backwards to the mat with a back suplex.

JFA: “Belly to back suplex by Strafe… lateral press… one… two… kick out by Blaster.”
JHA: “This is so not good…”
JFA: “From your point of view, maybe. But it looks good from where I’m sitting, it looks good from where Pulp Faction are sitting backstage, and it looks good from where this capacity crowd is sitting.”
JHA: “Exactly – it’s not good!”
JFA: “Strafe now… pulling Blaster up… sends him to the ropes… big back bodydrop! Makes the cover again… one… two… shoulder up by Y3B.”
JHA: “Why the hell aren’t you proclaiming how much heart this kid has? Why aren’t you going on about how he won’t give up now?!”
JFA: “Perhaps because he doesn’t deserve the praise anymore. Strafe hauling him up again… right hand by Blaster blocked by Strafe, who lands one of his own… and another… big left hook now. Blaster’s reeling… whipped to the ropes again… and a biiiiiiiiiiiiig spinebuster by Strafe! No cover, though…”
JHA: “Get out of there, Blaster!”

Signalling to the crowd as they get to their feet, Strafe positions his opponent on the mat, and then climbs up the inside of the turnbuckles.

JFA: “Strafe to the third floor! Moonsault coming up here!!”
JHA: “Noooo!!!!”
JFA: “Strafing Run!! No! Blaster_86 rolled out of the way just in time… nothing but mat for Strafe…”
JHA: “Thank you thank you thank you…”
JFA: “Blaster struggling to his feet… Strafe to his knees… DDT! Blaster_86 with a big DDT on Strafe. Doesn’t make the attempt to pin him, though…”
JHA: “He doesn’t want to pin him… he wants to hear him give up…”
JFA: “I think you may be right… Blaster moving around to the legs of his opponent now. Grabs the ankles… and Strafe just lashing out with a kick, there… right into Y3B’s jaw to break the hold up before it can start…”

Holding his jaw and checking his mouth for blood, Blaster watches as Strafe starts to climb back to his feet, then viciously attacks him with a series of double axehandles to the back. Setting him up, Y3B hurls his foe across the ring into the turnbuckles. Turning as he hits, Strafe lands backfirst in the pads, but his momentum carries him over the top rope, spinning him over to the floor below.

JHA: “I think Blaster just hurt his arm again with that Irish Whip. We might need some medical attention out here soon…”
JFA: “For Strafe, maybe… flat out on the ground here… Blaster_86 coming out onto the ring apron now… climbs the top rope, what’s he upto now?”
JHA: “I don’t know, but it’s gonna be good…”

Watching Strafe stagger back to his feet, B86 launches himself from the top turnbuckle and buries a double axehandle blow into his opponent’s forehead.

JFA: “Both men on the outside now. The referee beginning his count.”
JHA: “Who wants to see a double count out?!”
JFA: “I think that’s something we both agree on.”
JHA: “Well, what better event to do it at, though?”
JFA: “Exactly. ArchiveMania 2, coming live from the Tokyo Eggdome. The biggest event of the year – we’ve already seen two title matches, we’ve got another one straight up after this as we’ll cross live to Wales as Windcharger defends the European Championship against the Big Ragebowski and Black Zarak. Then we’ve got the Tag Team Championship to decide, plus our huge quadruple main event.”
JHA: “An event so big they can only hold it once a year – it’s that damn expensive!”
JFA: “Is that why I had to pay for my own airline tickets?”
JHA: “You accepted that deal?! Without a fight? Hahaha.”
JFA: “Blaster_86 and Strafe on the outside of the ring still… Blaster pulling up the protective padding down at ringside. The referee coming out to have words now… breaking his own count. Blaster acknowledging the comments… referee back inside now.”
JHA: “What do you think he said to him?”
JFA: “I’d guess that he was requesting that he doesn’t use the concrete floor as a weapon… but it looks like Blaster’s ignoring the request! Setting Strafe up for a piledriver perhaps… NO! Countered by Strafe with a double leg takedown… and just falls back, slingshotting Blaster facefirst into the steel ringpost!”
JHA: “You seriously paid for your own travel?!”

Strafe quickly rolls back into the ring to break the count, before sliding back out again. Grabbing the dazed Canadian by the back of the head, he slams his face into the ring apron, before hurling him across into the barricade seperating the crowd from the ringside area.

JFA: “Strafe taking control on the outside now. Right up close and personal with all the fans that Blaster tore into earlier… they’re loving seeing him take a beating in front of them. Strafe throwing his opponent back inside now. Follows him in. Blaster on his knees in the ring begging for mercy. Strafe not giving any.”
JHA: “Blaster’s got something up his sleeve… I just know it…”

Ignoring the pleas for mercy, Strafe reaches down and punches Blaster firmly in the forehead, before dragging him up and setting him up for a suplex.

JFA: “Front facelock here… Lifts him high in a vertical suplex… huge delay on it… are we about to see what I think we’re about to see? Yes… Ivory Tower! Ivory Tower by Strafe! The Eggdome erupting!”
JHA: “No! No! No!”
JFA: “Strafe makes the cover, hooks the leg! Stick a fork in him! He’s done!”
JHA: “No!!”
JFA: “One!”
JHA: “No!”
JFA: “Two!”
JHA: “No!”
JFA: “Three… No!!”
JHA: “Yes!!!”
JFA: “Kick out by Blaster_86… somehow… from somewhere… the two time former AWF Champion finding the resolve to kick out after the Ivory Tower!”
JHA: “I told you he had grit and determination and heart and all the other things that you think are important!”

Strafe stares open-mouthed at the referee for a moment, before turning back to the match. Pulling Blaster up again, he positions him for another Ivory Tower.

JFA: “I never doubted his resolve… but I think Strafe’s is greater. Strafe… lifting him high again…. No, Blaster_86 dropping down behind… lands on his feet… off the ropes… spinning heel kick!”
JHA: “He got it!”
JFA: “Spinning heel kick out of nowhere by Blaster_86… makes the cover… one… two… kick out! Strafe kicks out!”
JHA: “Will somebody please win this damn match!!”
JFA: “It’s not about winning anymore… neither man is willing to give the other the satisfaction of beating them… it’s about not losing…”
JHA: “Is there a time limit here?!”
JFA: “No there isn’t… it’ll go on until we get a decision. Like so many other matches tonight will…”

Shaking away the cobwebs, Blaster glances about the ring, then slides out under the bottom rope to the floor.

JFA: “What’s this? Blaster is… leaving?!”
JHA: “Nah… he’s got a plan… I know he’s got a plan…”
JFA: “And… oh that’s a serious disciplinary offence… just threw the time keeper from his seat. Grabs the steel folding chair now. And… does the same to the ring announcer. What’s he playing at?”
JHA: “Stategy! It’s all in the planning…”
JFA: “Blaster heading back to the ring with two chairs in hand. Strafe still sat groggy in the center of the ring… the beating both men have taken is finally catching up with them here.”

Casually, Blaster slides one chair into the ring, positioning it beneath the bottom turnbuckle. Still clutching the other, he hauls himself onto the apron and steps through the ropes.

JFA: “Y3B stepping into the ring again… armed with that steel chair. He’s going to get disqualified if he uses it… think of the frustration this talented young man must be feeling if he thinks he has to resort to getting himself disqualified…”
JHA: “You are such a mark. Watch and learn, humanoids.”

Eyeing up his opponent, Blaster raises the chair high above his head and aims to slam it down hard into Strafe. Before he can do so, though, the referee intervenes and snatches the weapon from right out of his clutches.

JFA: “And the referee steps in… applying common sense there, keeping the match going. Admonishing Blaster now… the Canadian taking the warning.”
JHA: “Yeah. Now watch. Referee’s back’s turned… removing the chair from the ring…”

As the referee turns away, Blaster quickly darts into the corner and grabs the second chair. He stands poised as Strafe turns around, before slamming the steel hard into his opponent’s skull. As Strafe drops to the mat, busted wide open, Blaster quickly drops the chair over the top rope to the ground below.

JFA: “That heinous no good cheating son of a…”
JHA: “You seriously never saw that coming? How long have you been in this game – that’s textbook!”
JFA: “The referee turning back to the action now… Blaster makes the cover. Strafe’s gotta be out cold… bleeding profusely from that wound on his forehead. Referee counts… no… not like this… this ain’t right…”
JHA: “One. Two. Three!”
JFA: “That ain’t right… that’s just… not right…”

As the referee strikes three, he glances up and spots Strafe’s foot balanced precariously on the bottom rope. Blaster turns away to celebrate, but the referee quickly pulls his hand down and indicates that the match continues.

JFA: “Justice!”
JHA: “NOOOO!!!”
JFA: “Blaster can’t believe it… the crowd are on their feet in celebration… Strafe refuses to lose!”
JHA: “That’s wrong… no… it’s not possible…”

His face like thunder, Y3B starts shouting at the referee. As he continues his verbal tirade, he doesn’t see Strafe clamber up to his knees. Crawling across the ring, the Chicago resident sneaks up behind his opponent.

JHA: “You tell him, Blaster! That was three!”
JFA: “The foot was on the rope… that’s not the referee’s fault…”
JHA: “Well it should be!”
JFA: “How the hell do you reach that concl- ROLL UP!!! Strafe with the roll-up! One! Two! Thr- Kick out!! So nearly three for Strafe!”

Livid, Blaster springs back to his feet and launches himself at the American with a series of kicks to the abdomen. Backing off so that Strafe can stand, Y3B hits the ropes before leaping through the air, grabbing the back of his opponent’s head and driving it facefirst into the mat.

JFA: “Modified bulldog facebuster by Y3B… I’ve not seen him so worked up…”
JHA: “The end is near… I can feel it… I’ve been feeling it for ages… somebody win… please…
JFA: “Blaster setting him up now… grabs the ankles… the Walls of Blaster! He’s got it locked in… his version of the Liontamer.”
JHA: “Now we wait for Strafe to tap…”

Strafe screams in agony as his blood-soaked face is driven into the mat and his body is bent backwards. With one arm caught behind his head and his shoulders being forced into the canvas, there’s little room for maneouvre.

JFA: “Strafe in sheer pain here. Make no mistake folks, this isn’t like the Boston Crab… the torque is centered on the entire body…”
JHA: “That’s why I love the move. There’s no crawling to the ropes… he’s gonna have to dislocate one of his shoulders to do that… the only way out is through the legs… and he’s too weak to do that.”
JFA: “I wouldn’t agree… Blaster’s arm has still got to be hurting him. That makes it easier for Strafe…”
JHA: “The fingers are locked though… he’s not gonna get out!”

As the capacity crowd rise to their feet in support of Strafe, Blaster uses his position to scream at them. “I’m saving you, idiots.” With a snarl on his face he shouts at the referee to ring the bell, then at Strafe to give up.

Bleeding more every second, Strafe screams back in defiance as the referee asks him if he wants to give up. But, gradually, the screams become less forceful as the pain etched across his face begins to take over.

JHA: “How long has he been in that hold?”
JFA: “Long enough to sustain serious damage… but there’s still no sign of him giving up…”
JHA: “There’s no sign of anything. He’s not even struggling anymore…”
JFA: “… I think you’re right… the referee checking for response signals from Strafe… any sign of consciousness. I think he’s passed out… he’s lost a ton of blood… he’s been in that hold for longer than anybody…”

Shaking his head, the referee stands up and signals for the bell, pointing at Blaster.

JHA: “What’s that? The match is over? Strafe gave up?”
JFA: “I don’t think he did… the referee stepping in to stop this one before any permanent damage is sustained…”

“Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has awarded this bout, due to stoppage… to Blaster_86!”

JHA: “Yes! Blaster wins!!”
JFA: “Strafe never gave up… he wouldn’t be pinned… he refused to quit… Blaster wins by stoppage… Strafe unable to continue… unable to physically make a decision on his own, the referee being forced to step in and make it on his behalf…”

Trapt’s music fills the Eggdome again, as the crowd make their displeasure known, drowning out the track with catcalls. Blaster stands grinning from ear-to-ear as he keeps the Walls of Blaster locked in.

JFA: “Oh for god’s sake! Release the damn hold! Let him go!!”
JHA: “He wants to hear him quit!”
JFA: “He can’t quit! The match is over, Blaster’s won! Let go of the damn hold already!!”

The referee screams at Y3B to let go of his opponent, then issues an ultimatum that he’ll reverse the decision on five. The official counts upto four before the smirking Canadian releases the legs and lets Strafe’s body drop to the mat.

JFA: “Finally.”

Laughing with joy, Blaster demands that the referee raise his hand. Arms lifted in triumph, the Canadian struts to the edge of the ring and clambers through the ropes. On his way up the aisle, he passes three EMTs rushing down with a stretcher. He laughs and carries on.
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Part V: Tag Title, Red/RCOSD, Clay/Sky

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2 out of 3 Falls for the Tag Team Championship
The King and The Lock (c) vs. CompuFire


JFA: What we have here, folks, has got to be one of the highlights of Archivemania 2. The two best tag teams in the AWF will square off in a two out of three falls match for the tag titles.
JHA: What’re you talking about? Everyone knows the NWA are the best tag team in the AWF! Holla!!
JFA: I would think that the multiple reigns of both these teams qualifies them as better.
JHA: Ha! Wait and see, NWA are gonna be champs again!
JFA: It’s still not relevant to this match.
JHA: So what?

About then, “Dare” hits, and the crowd jumps to its feet as Compufire appear at the top of the ramp following their pyrotechnics. They charge down and into the ring, the ovation growing to a deafening pitch until...

Get rolled with the fever on the dance floor!

The ovation shifts to King and Lock, who stoically make their way to the ring with their title belts over their shoulders. After tossing them aside, they go right in, Lock taking on Jets while King tackles Compy. The ref forces Lock and Jets apart after a few moments and directs them to their corners as King whips Compy off the ropes and into spinebuster. He goes to drop a leg on him, but Compy slides away, does a flip into the ropes, then propels himself back out with a dropkick that surprises King completely! He goes for a quick rollup, but the ref only finds a two there. Compy slaps the mat, then tags Jets in. Jets goes for a front-face suplex, but King counters him swiftly into the DDT!

JFA: Great counter by King there; he’s wrested himself free. King now going to work on Jets. Right hand, left hand, right hand, left hand, off the ropes and into the clothesline!
JHA: Oh man! You can’t drop Jets like that! Or maybe you can, I don’t know anymore!

King tags in Lock, who immediately gets surprised by Jets into a rollup, but kicks out right away. Jets then pulls him up and starts going to work, whipping him off the ropes and into a belly-to-belly suplex. Jets heads up top, and nails Lock with a swanton bomb! He makes the cover, but Lock gets his foot on the ropes. Thusly, Jets pulls him up and suplexes him back to the center of the ring. As he heads back over, Lock pops back up and surprises Jets with a clothesline! Both men fall to their knees, and Jets tags in Compy while Lock tags in King. King surprises Compy first with the Headstrong, then follows it up with the Rampage! He covers, but Jets breaks it up, and this brings Lock in, and he sends Jets over the ropes and out, then lands a huge leg drop on him at the base of the entrance ramp!

Inside the ring, King wastes no moment, raising Compy on high and flattening him with the PPC!

JFA: PPC! PPC! King makes the cover, one...two...three! The first fall goes to the King and the Lock!
JHA: That was a barrage! How’d he manhandle Compy like that?
JFA: I have not the slightest, but he did it! King and Lock quickly grabbing the first fall win here. But I’d say it’s not close to over yet, you can’t count Compufire out.

As he says that, Jets and Lock are to their feet, with Jets wailing away on Lock, and slamming him into the steel steps. King tries to sneak in a possible second quick pinfall, but Jets’ flying legdrop makes sure that doesn’t happen. He then goes to work on King, whipping him off the ropes and into a double clothesline! He tags Compy to make it official as Lock meanders back to his corner, and sets up King for the suplex and hits it! He covers, but King kicks out, and as he’s dragged to his feet, King sneaks in a low blow, then crawls over and tags in the Lock! The crowd erupts at the tag, and Lock begins hammering away at Jets before whipping him up and into a fallaway slam! But Lock takes in the ovation a little too long, as Compy has time to get to the top rope and nail him with a missile drop-kick! The ref admonishes Compy as Lock makes a weak cover on Jets, but only finds a two!

JFA: Kick out! Jetfire, Jetfire showing some resiliency here! He’s showing some huge heart in standing down the Lock so well tonight!
JHA: What a contest! Even I’m excited and I don’t even like these guys!
JFA: How can you not?
JHA: I just don’t! The NWA’s the team of the future, everyone knows that! They’re gonna be the ones toting around the belts after both these teams are long gone!
JFA: Oh knock it off, if you can’t say something relevant don’t say anything at all.

Both men lay on the mat a few moments as the ref counts, Compy rythmically slapping the turnbuckle and getting the crowd’s clapping to go along with it. King remains at his corner recovering, unable to make any such attempts to tag Lock, who has begun making his way back to the corner. He sees King on his knees, makes a motion as if to say “WTF?” right as Jets tags in Compy! Compy grabs and bulldogs a surprised Lock, then pulls him up and heads for the turnbuckle! Lock tries to fight out of it, but Compy whips him around and drops him with a powerful clothesline! He then drags him up again, pulling him toward the turnbuckle, then up top! The crowd cheers, knowing what’s coming next!

JFA: By God, here it comes! Computron, Computron setting up the Lock!
JHA: Oh man!


A thunderous ‘thud’ is heard as Compy executes the Death From Above! The crowd’s energy is almost electric as Compy rolls into the cover, picking up the three and getting the second fall to Compufire!

JFA: Compufire picks up fall number two, so we’re down to one fall to decide everything!
JHA: This is great! I’m actually being entertained...who knew?
JFA: You’re a certifiable moron, I swear. You must have a slow leak in your head or something.
JHA: Hey, I don’t go around calling you names!
JFA: True enough.

Compy pulls Lock up, suplexing him to the center of the ring, then setting him up for the neckbreaker, but out of nowhere comes King with the Divebomb! This brings Jets into the ring, but King is ready for him and drops him with the Razorclaw! The ref begins admonishing him, giving Compy a chance to recover and surprise Lock with a clothesline! As King continues to argue, pointing the ref in the direction of the match, Jets climbs to the top rope and gets handed the dazed Lock, and nails him with the Fire from the Sky! King tries to push back past the ref, who won’t let him by!

JFA: Turn around, ref! Turn around!
JHA: Oh man! Look at Compufire go! King is pissed!

Finally, King returns to his corner as the assault continues. He paces angrily as Compy tags Jets in officially, and Jets lays into Lock with chop after chop, then whips him into the ropes, but Lock holds on, and lunges over to tag in King! King goes to work on Jets, nailing him with right after right, then whipping him off the ropes and into a powerbomb! He lays a few rights on the fallen opponent until the ref demands he let him go. So he pulls him up, and seeing Lock, still looking a bit winded, begging for the tag, he decides to give him what he wants and tags him in.

JFA: That might not be a hot idea.
JHA: I gotta agree with that, he’s not in any good shape! What’s he thinking, wanting back in that fast! This is the last fall, there’s no second chance now!

Lock pulls Jets up for the fallaway slam, but Jets gets free, landing on his feet, then pushing Lock into the ropes and rolling him up! King tries to get in there, but is headed off by Compy and Jets picks up the three and the victory! The crowd roars in approval as the ref hands the tag belts to Compufire!

JFA: New champs! New champs! Just like that, Compufire are the tag team champions!
JHA: What the hell was the Lock thinking! He’s gotta have a screw loose to think he could have gotten in there and won it!
JFA: Lock’s one of the greatest competitors we’ve got here, I think he believed in himself in that situation as much as anyone else.
JHA: So? It cost his team the match! And...wait, what’s this?

King and Lock are face to face in the ring, arguing about the match. King is shouting about the last tag and why he wanted in again so badly. Lock is claiming Jets had him by the tights. As more seconds pass, they get closer and closer until King shoves Lock!

JFA: Wait a minute!
JHA: Yeah, drop his ass, King!

Lock pushes King back, but King grabs him a moment later, and drops him with the PPC! Shouting at Lock, King then slides out of the ring and grabs a steel chair from ringside. Sliding back in, he starts smacking it across Lock’s back over and over!

JFA: King, King is turning on Lock! What the hell is this!
JHA: Guess you can count the Foundation on the dead list now! These two were all they had and now they’re finished!

King drops the chair after a few more whacks and gets a mic from ringside.

King: You just cost me the biggest match of my career, Lock! We’re done, you hear me! You and the Foundation can get bent cuz I’m outta here!

He throws the mic down and heads for the exit, but doesn’t get far. He pulls the top of the steel steps off and tosses it into the ring.

JFA: Wait, wait a minute! King, you’ve made your point! Let him be!
JHA: Yes, yes! Go King, go!

King pulls Lock up, grabs him by the throat, Lock already losing blood, and stands near the steps. He has a few choice words, then whips Lock up and drops him on the steps with yet another PPC! The crowd boos furiously as King wails away on his former partner with more and more right hands until the refs are able to separate the two men, and as King is escorted to the back with a grin on his face, Lock is left in the ring gushing blood, barely conscious!

JFA: By God, by God what has happened here! King has turned on Lock, and ended the Foundation in the process! What could happen next!

Domestic Dispute Match for the European Championship
Windcharger (c) vs. Black Zarak vs. The Big Ragebowski


Just then, the ArchiveMania broadcast shifts to the UK, where Black Zarak is pacing his trailer, driving his taped fists into one another nervously. His trailer door opens and an AWF official pokes his head in and says, “Let’s go, Zarak. It’s time.” Zarak smiles and steps out of the trailer, then steps to the front door of Windy’s house, contemplating whether to enter. The broadcast cuts to the other trailer, where The Big Ragebowski sits alone, a token woman across the room, looking unamused. A second AWF official opens Mirage’s door and tells Mirage that the match is on, and Mirage kisses the woman passionately, exits the trailer, and strolls up to the back door, then opens it and heads inside. The broadcast cuts to a split screen, with Zarak on one side and Mirage on the other, both men cautiously making their way through the house, looking for the European Champion.

JFA: “Both men very cautious here...I couldn’t even begin to guess what kind of ungodly surprises these men are going to encounter in Windcharger’s domicile.”
JHA: “And that’s why it’s unfair! Windy’s got the home field advantage!”
JFA: “”Yes, but Windcharger has to contend with two separate challengers, and he doesn’t even have to be pinned to lose the title!”
JHA: “So Mirage could pin Zarak and win the title?”
JFA: “That’s right, this match being operated under standard Triple Threat rules. And hold on, let’s stay with this now...Zarak entering what I would guess to be the living room...”

As Zarak closes the front door behind him and enters the living room, he finds dozens of life-size inflatable people (dressed in full party garb) filling the room, and a huge banner with “Happy Birthday” spanning the wall behind the couch! Zarak nervously steps forward, but as he flicks one of the harmless inflatable partyers, a Tarzan-style cry suddenly fills the air and Windcharger comes flying off the staircase behind Zarak and waffles the Black one over the back of the head with a huge frying pan!!! The audio broadcast picks up the explosive cheers of the Tokyo crowd as Zarak collapses to the ground, knocked goofy by Windy’s frying pan shot!

Windcharger: “Yippeeeee Kaaaayyyaaaayyyaaaaaaayyyyy, happy boy! Get ready for your birthday punches!!!”

Dressed in a bizarre patchwork outfit of bright red boots, skin-tight painted-on blue jeans, and a torn black-and-red David Lee Roth t-shirt, Windcharger falls upon Zarak, turns him over, and begins raining punches onto the fallen former champion’s forehead! Tangled up in the kitchen, Mirage hears the commotion and rushes toward the living room, but as he rounds a corner and enters the room, he is stopped in his tracks when Windcharger pops out from behind a recliner and shatters a custom-made Ronald Reagan ceramic lamp over Mirage’s head!!! The Big Ragebowski collapses to the floor, and Windcharger raises his hands in victory and releases a wild, Tarzan-like cry! As he cheers his efforts, however, Zarak gets back to his feet and nails Windy with a low blow! Zarak goes to whip Windy into the kitchen, but Windy reverses the move and whips Zarak right into the kitchen table! As Zarak nails his stomach on the table and stumbles around in pain, Windy grabs him by the hair and tries to suplex him on the floor, but Zarak blocks the move and DDT’s Windy right through the kitchen table!

JFA: “Ooooooohhh!! Windcharger sent face-first right through the damn kitchen table!”
JHA: “Where’s The Big Ragebowski?!”
JFA: “Probably still recovering from that lamp shot to the head...”

Leaving Windcharger on the floor, Zarak begins sorting through the cabinets, looking for anything to attack Windy with. He settles on a huge bag of flour, and as he raises it above his head, Mirage suddenly comes crawling into the kitchen and punches Zarak in the stomach, and Zarak drops the bag of flour and it breaks over his head, covering him in flour! As Zarak stumbles around, Mirage opens the refrigerator door and grabs a holiday honey-glazed ham, then waffles Zarak over the side of the head with it! Zarak collapses and Mirage goes for a cover, but before he can even get to two, Windy breaks things up.

JHA: “Three! That was three!”
JFA: “Not even two...Windcharger and Mirage back to their feet now...Windcharger opening a door....look out!!!”

As Windcharger opens a nearby door, The Big Ragebowski suddenly nails him with a standing dropkick, and Windcharger goes toppling through the doorway and all the way down a flight of stairs into the basement!!! Windy’s head bounces off the concrete floor as Mirage slowly descends the stairs, then reaches into a basket of laundry, pulls out a pair of Gremlins Mogwai boxer shorts and begins choking Windy out with them! Windy begins spitting all over himself and begging for breath until he grabs a nearby stool and breaks it over Mirage’s head, sending shattered pieces of wood everywhere!

JFA: “Great counter, if you can call it that, by Windcharger.”
JHA: “Come on, Mirage! Do it for the ladies!”

Windcharger staggers over to the fallen Mirage, who stuns the champion with a low blow, then drags him by the hair over to the washer and dryer. Opening the dryer door, Mirage puts Windcharger’s head right in the opening, but as he goes to slam the door on Windy’s head, Zarak suddenly comes flying off the stairs and nails Mirage with a flying clothesline!!! Freeing himself from the dryer, Windy goes on the retreat and heads back up the stairs into the kitchen. Zarak follows him, and as they reach the kitchen, they begin trading lefts and rights until Windy reaches back, grabs a nearby Tony Blair commemorative plate, and shatters it over Zarak’s skull! Zarak collapses to the kitchen floor, but Windy only gets a momentary break before Mirage shows up on the scene and heaves a handfull of powdered bleach into Windy’s eyes, blinding him!!! Mirage drags Windy over to the staircase leading upstairs, but as Mirage drags him up the stairs, Windy suddenly reaches into his Subspace Pants and whips out a cream pie, then waffles Mirage in the face with it!

As they reach the second floor, Mirage staggers forward, and Windcharger starts putting the boots to him beside a door covered with a huge sign that reads, “Windy’s Room: Do Not Enter Unless You Loved Tom Petty and the Rockin’ 1985 Chicago Bears.” Out of nowhere, Zarak comes staggering up the stairs and rushes right at both men, but Windy dives out of the way and allows Zarak to crash into Mirage and send both men crashing through the door and into a loudly-decorated bedroom, where both men collapse on the floor amidst the shattered pieces of the door!!!!

JHA: “Oh no. Not that. Anything but that.”
JFA: “It looks like they’ve just fallen into ,....Windcharger’s room! Oh, good god!”
JHA: “Who knows what’s in there?! This guy’s certifiable!”
JFA: “After this match, I’m starting to agree with you...this house seems like all the contents of Windy’s Subspace Pants in one place.”

Putting the boots to both men, Windcharger staggers over to his bed and rips off his Thundercats sheets, then wraps them around Zarak’s throat and begins to choke him out! As Zarak begins to fade, however, The Big Ragebowski gets to his feet, sneaks up behind Windcharger, and drags him to his feet by the hair, then side-suplexes him right through a nearby desk, sending Saved By The Bell videotapes and countless pink paperclips flying everywhere! Pulling Windy from the wreckage, Mirage goes for a cover, and the referee counts 1.........2...........before Zarak barely reaches over and breaks up the count!

As the two men get to their feet, Zarak boots Mirage in the midsection, grabs him by the hair, and throws him straight through the closet door, sending boxes of Topps baseball cards everywhere! Leaving Mirage in a heap, Zarak strolls over to the windows and takes a look outside. As he turns around, however, Mirage is back up and catches him with a kick to the face!!! Looking outside, Mirage suddenly opens the big double windows and drags Zarak over to the opening. Below, he sees a huge Cadillac in the driveway, and before Windy can stop them, Mirage positions Zarak for the Rage Awakening....then drags Zarak through the window and falls two stories, crushing Zarak with the Rage Awakening onto the hood of the car!!!!!!!!!!

JFA: “GOOOOOOOOD GOD ALMIGHTY!!!! THAT DID NOT JUST HAPPEN!!!”
JHA: “Jesus!!! Mirage has lost it!!!

Both Mirage and Zarak lay on the hood of the car, shattered to the point of not being able to move. Suddenly, the camera on the ground points back to the window....and Windcharger is there standing on the edge!!! As he crosses himself and points to the sky, Windcharger leaps into the sky and falls two stories, crashing onto The Big Ragebowski and the hood of the car with the biggest elbowdrop of all time!!! Knocked unconscious by the impact, Windcharger lays on top of Mirage and the referee counts the 1........2.........3 to end the match!!!

JFA: “MY GOD IN HEAVEN!!!! WITH GOD AS MY WITNESS, ALL THREE OF THESE MEN ARE BROKEN IN HALF!!!!!!”
JHA: “That may have just ended all three of their careers, Jay!”
JFA: “What a match! What a match!”

As Windcharger rolls off the car hood and onto his front lawn, the referee raises his hand in victory, but Windcharger recoils and holds his ribs in pain, victorious but battered badly.


Last Man Standing
RCOSD v Redstreak


JFA: Well J, they are getting rid of cell after that amazing match we just had
JHA: Amazing is an understatement…that match was astounding…and it was only the first of our quadruple main event. And number two coming up here should be nothing short of just as astounding as its predecessor
JFA: You can say that one again J. RCOSD and Redstreak have been going at each other for over a year ago. The problems between these two date back to before Archivemania 1, when they split up from being a tag team. And the heat between the two of them has never died down. These two men have ripped each other apart in regular matches, hardcore matches, and hell even in their spare time they would go at it.
JHA: And tonight should be the end of it. These two are going to go at it til the end tonight. Til one man can get up no more. Til one of them…is the last man standing.
JFA: And it looks like we are about ready to get things started in this one from here in Tokyo…lets go to the ring.

Mental Maelstrom hits the speakers of the Egg Dome.

RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following matchup is a special, Last Man Standing match. The only way to win is to knock your opponent out so he cannot make the referee’s ten count. Coming down the aisleway now, hailing from Glasgow, Scotland, he is the One Man Army….RCOSD

RCOSD saunters down the elevated aisleway of the Egg Dome to a good chorus of boos from the enormous crowd present. He taunts the packed arena as he heads toward the ring, telling them to feck off and such. He steps through the ropes and climbs one of the turnbuckles and poses for the crowd. When suddenly his music gets cut off and Points of Authority comes on throughout the arena, to a massive ovation from the tens of thousands of fans.

RA: And his opponent, hailing from the motor city, Detroit, Michigan…Redstreak.

Redstreak breaks through the curtains onto the stage, and the crowd reactions gets even louder. Red struts down the aisle, slapping hands with the many fans that are seated along the aisleway. As he reaches the ring apron, he pauses for a moment and stares right at RCOSD and points to him. He then steps through the ropes and climbs one of the turnbuckles, and the crowd roars again. Red steps down and walks to the center of the ring where he and RCOSD lock eyes, and coldly stare at one another.

JHA: The tension in the ring is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Redstreak and RCOSD just staring at one another, neither man blinking, neither man backing away. They are just toying, playing mind games with each other.
JFA: And the referee has rung the bell finally…and just look at those two, right when they heard that ring they started throwing punches at each other. Exchanging blows back and forth, one after another.
JHA: And now, a kick to the midsection by RCOSD, followed up by an axehandle smash to Redstreak’s back, knocking him down. Oh…and a swift kick to the side of Redstreak as he tried to get up. RCOSD now, picking him up and whipping Redstreak into the ropes.

As Red bounced off the ropes, RCOSD caught him and hit Red with a very high velocity tilt-o-whirl backbreaker. Red fell to the mat and held his back in pain, but this move was nowhere near enough to take Red out. However, as Red stood up, he was leveled with a running clothesline. And then another as went to get up RCOSD hit another demolishing clothesline. RCOSD went for the trifecta, but this time Red saw it and hit a hard neckbreaker. Both men got up to their feet quickly however, and began trading blows, left and right again. But Red began to win out and laid in with his punches to the side of the head of the one man army.

JFA: Redstreak just unloading with punches on RCOSD here. Backing him into the corner, now stomping away on his nemesis. And the ref, pulling Red off him in the corner.
JHA: Should he really be doing that? I mean this is a no rules matchup here. The ref is supposed to do nothing but count to ten. He should just sit back and watch these two psychos demolish each other.
JFA: You know, for once J…you are right. Red now going back to work on RCOSD. Picking him up, and slamming into the mat, before hitting a running elbow drop. Redstreak, now going to pick RCOSD up.
JHA: Ah…the great equalizer…a low blow by RCOSD, very smart wrestling.
JFA: Very cheap wrestling if you ask me. And now, Red is rolling down around on the mat, hurt by the terrible pain of the low blow, while RCOSD is out here now, and taking the timekeeper’s chair.

RCOSD rolls back into the ring with the steel chair in hand, he lays in wait as Red begins to stand, RCOSD levels him back to the mat with a vicious chair shot. With Redstreak on the mat, RCOSD starts just bashing him repeatedly in the head and chest with the steel chair til he thinks he has Redstreak out. He steps back and the referee begins his count. As he hits five, we see Red begin to move, he gets to one knee at seven, and is laid out with another hard shot to head with the chair. The velocity of the chair shot made Red roll out of the ring, but as he did, instead of falling on his chest, his hand managed to grasp the bottom ring rope, and keep him in a standing position. Frustrated by this, RCOSD hopped out of the ring and began rummaging under the ring to find somethings. He pulled out a table and slid it into the ring, as well as another steel chair. As RCOSD continued looking under the ring he did not notice that Red was back in the ring, and was coming at him with a baseball slide dropkick that hit RCOSD right in the temple. Red then picked his foe up and rolled him into the ring, before climbing onto the apron and then to the top rope.

JFA: Redstreak here, looking to do an uncharacteristic high risk maneuver. And there he goes, hitting RCOSD with a missile dropkick.
JHA: I give the guy credit. He isn’t a high flying competitor, it’s gotta take some guts for him to go into an unknown territory like that
JFA: You got that right J, I don’t think either man will hold anything back tonight. There is so much between these two. Redstreak now, he’s waiting looks like he is going for the Forceful Entry…but oh RCOSD sidestepped it and just threw Red face first in between the ropes and into the cold steel of the ring post.
JHA: What a great counter by him…I couldn’t have thought a better one myself. Look at Redstreak’s face. He’s bleeding profusely, I think his nose might be broken.
JFA: That wouldn’t be to surprising J. Those metal ring posts are very unforgiving. There is no flexibility in them what so ever. What is RCOSD doing now? I don’t get it.
JHA: I don’t know, he seems to be taking the table he got from under the ring, and setting it up so it lays atop the two ring ropes in the corner…but for what? I haven’t a clue
JFA: Nor do I J. But Redstreak is back up, and he has a chair in his hands.

As RCOSD finishes putting the table atop the ropes he is met with a steel chair shot to the head which makes him wobble, but not fall. As Red attempts a second hit, RCOSD ducks and kicks Red in the gut, forcing him to drop the chair. RCOSD then quickly plants Red with a ddt right onto the chair. Feeling unsatisfied, RCOSD picks Red’s seemingly lifeless body up and sets him up. And then nails him with the smug shot. Planting Red’s back right onto the steel chair. Thinking that it is enough, RCOSD demands that the ref make the count. The referee starts his count, but Red is conscious enough to know that if he doesn’t move, it is over. Red begins to stir and makes it to the ropes. He uses them as leverage to lift himself to a vertical position. Surprised by this, RCOSD kicks Red in the stomach and tries to move him towards the corner with the table atop the ropes. As the two men get there, RCOSD lifts Red up and over the table and places him seated on the turnbuckle. RCOSD then climbs up the ropes and stands atop the table.

JFA: What is he doing? It looks as if he is going for some sort of superplex here. But Red, he blocks it. Now, fighting, punching trying to save him self. Both men atop now, slugging it out.
JHA: This is insane what they are doing right here J. Not to mention extremely dangerous
JFA: You got that right J. Red seemingly getting the upperhand here. Oh, and a hard low blow by Redstreak, very characteristic...and oh my.
JHA: He's not going to?
JFA: He is. Red just called for the Redocution. But from up there? This is gonna be high impact for sure.

With RCOSD setup Red stalls for a moment and then leaps with RCOSD. The lightbulbs in the Egg Dome are blinding because there are so many catching the sight of these two competitors flying through the air. And then the land. RCOSD face first on the mat, and Red back first. But Red landed on the chair that was laying in the ring. The referee started his count 1...2....3. Neither man stirred. 4...5...6...Red rolled around and was getting to one knee, while RCOSD was still completely unconscious. He hadn't moved since he hit the mat. 7...8...Red is at one knee. 9....10. Red however had managed to get up just in the very nick of time to get the win over his biggest rival.

JFA: Oh my God. Redstreak has won the last man standing match. And in what a way. A Redocution off the top rope what an amazing move
JHA: I gotta agree with you there J. In all my years of journalism, I've never seen anything like that.
JFA: But what now between these two. Is it done for good now? And look at Red, he is helping RCOSD up now. And the two men stare at each other again. Look at the sportsmanship as Redstreak extends his hand.
JHA: I never thought I'd see the day, RCOSD is accepting it. The feud between these two is seemingly over after more than a year.
JFA: What a night it has been so far J. And we still aren't done yet.

Hell in a Cell:
Stone Cold Skywarp vs. Lord Claypool


Hell in a Cell. The most feared and respected structure in the wrestling business. 18 feet high, it towers over the ring. Wrestlers go in there as boys, and come out as men. An ultimate test of mettle in the truest sense, where survival is the only option. You either walk out or are carried out by the medics. Careers can be made, or careers can be ended within its confines.

As the cell is lowered down...

JFA: And there it is, ladies and gentlemen, the 18-foot high structure of hell in a cell! And tonight, two men with a vendetta will step into its confines and try to survive it and each other. The only way you can win is to pin your opponent; getting out just doesn’t matter.
JHA: This is gonna be huge! The ‘02 Lord of the Mat, Lord Claypool is gonna take on and pound Stone Cold Skywarp into submission here tonight!
JFA: Stone Cold, you might remember, was arrested by Vancouver police and Commissioner Reilly two weeks ago on Warzone as Claypool blatantly accused him of killing Commissioner Vaccaro nearly a year ago.
JHA: Come on, we both know he did it! You know that temper of his!
JFA: You assume too much.

Right then, “Get Up” blares, and Lord Claypool appears atop the ramp. The crowd boos him lustily as he makes his way down, shooting angry looks at some fans while tearing up an anti-Clay sign a kid in the front row had been holding up.

JFA: That’s not really necessary.
JHA: Ah, shut up! What’s wrong with these fans? Clay just wants to find out who killed Mr. Vaccaro, and I think Stone Cold should be the #1 suspect just like Clay says!
JFA: I’m now convinced you’re off your nut.
JHA: What?

That’s when Glass Shatters.

He’s drunk again, it’s time to fight...

Stone Cold Skywarp bursts through the curtains to a thunderous ovation from the Egg Dome, and marches directly to the ring, never taking his eyes of Clay, who is lying in wait. Clay charges Stone Cold soon as the door shuts, but SCSW steps aside, and Clay runs smack into the door. This changes the advantage, and Stone Cold grabs Clay from behind, and suplexes him into the center of the ring. He pops right up, then goes over and starts wailing away on Clay’s head with right hand after right hand.

JFA: Stone Cold off to a flying start here with those rights...
JHA: He got the drop on Clay! That’s not fair!
JFA: Oh knock it off once...

Stone Cold pulls Clay up, but Clay surprises him by whipping him into the mesh! As Stone Cold stumbles back out, Clay wraps him up and plants him with a DDT! Trying to capitalize on the momentum, Clay tries to secure Stone Cold in the Devastator, but is unsuccessful, and Stone Cold throws him into the mesh as punishment. SCSW then heads on over there and begins raking Clay’s face against the mesh, shouting “What? What?” the whole way. But Clay is able to get his leg out after a few seconds, and sweep Stone Cold’s legs out from under him. This gives him a moment to recoup, a moment he uses to start for the cell door.

JFA: Clay making his move!
JHA: Go Clay, go! Leave that guilty bastard where he is!
JFA: You know there is no proof, don’t you?
JHA: Shaddap!

Clay gets about halfway there when SCSW grabs his ankle, and pulls him back in! Clay lands on his back in the center of the ring, and Stone Cold bounces off the ropes and delivers an elbow to his opponent’s throat. He covers, but Clay kicks out after a two. Stone Cold then pulls Clay up, chops him a couple times, then goes for the Stunner, but Clay pushes him away! Stone Cold comes back off the ropes, but right into an armdrag takedown! Both men pop right back up, squaring off, and Stone Cold takes an aggressive swipe, but Clay dodges it, and swings Stone Cold into a powerful neckbreaker! He makes the cover himself, but only gets a two as well!

JHA: Dammit! Give it up, Stone Cold!
JFA: Great resiliency by both men tonight! Neither one can seem to keep the other down. Stone Cold back on his feet now, Clay looking for the Devastator here, no doubt...NO! Stone Cold with a clothesline! Clay pops back up...STUNNER! SKYWARP STUNNER! The cover...one, two!
JHA: NO! NO THREE! CLAY KICKED OUT!!!! YESSSSS!!!
JFA: By God, Claypool, Claypool just kicked out of the Skywarp Stunner!

Skywarp sits there a moment in shock at the audacity of Claypool, then pulls him up and goes for another stunner, but Clay pushes him away, bouncing him off the ropes and right into another neckbreaker! Both men lay there, the ref standing over them, until Clay gets to the ropes and starts to pull himself up. Stone Cold does the same moments later, and tries to go after Clay, but finds himself wrapped up instead.

JHA: Do it, Clay! DO IT!!!!
JFA: DEVASTATOR! Clay with the Devastator! Both men back on their backs again!
JHA: Cover him, Clay! Cover him!

Clay crawls over to Stone Cold and drapes an arm over him. The ref counts, one...two...

JFA: HE KICKED OUT! BY GOD, Stone Cold kicked out!
JHA: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
JFA: We’ve seen it all here so far folks, Claypool kicking out of the Stunner, Stone Cold kicking out of the Devastator...I can only imagine what might happen next!
JHA: This match should be over! Why can’t Stone Cold just quit?!?!
JFA: Stone Cold never quits! He’s the toughest SOB in this fed, and he’s certainly showing it here tonight!

Clay drags Stone Cold up, the crowd chanting Stone Cold’s name, the sheer emotion of his kickout sending shockwaves through the arena. Clay starts chopping him into the ropes, then whips him off, looking for the spinebuster, but Stone Cold anticipates and Clay gets a boot to his face for his trouble. Stone Cold goes for another Stunner, but Clay pushes off again, then bounces off the ropes and nails Stone Cold with a flying clothesline! He decides against trying to pin his fallen opponent, and instead bolts from the cell to catch his breath. Stone Cold stirs a moment later and charges toward him, but Clay grabs the cell door and smacks it against Stone Cold’s head! He repeats this over and over until the refs are able to get the door back from him.

JFA: By God, by God he’s busted Stone Cold open!
JHA: Great! The guilty deserve to get their asses beat!
JFA: Shut up already!

Clay pulls Stone Cold out of the cell and smacks his head off the partition at the front row. He then starts climbing the cell. Stone Cold follows a moment later, enraged but weak from the beating. Once on top, Stone Cold charges, but Clay ducks under the clothesline, spins and drops Stone Cold with a neckbreaker! Grinning, he pulls Stone Cold to his feet.

JHA: What a great plan! Clay got him right where he wanted him!
JFA: How do you figure?
JHA: Watch! He’s gonna seal it right here! And we might wanna take cover!

True to word, Clay heaves Stone Cold off the top of the cage and through the announce table! The crowd boos him emphatically as he stands there, then takes a look around and dives off himself, laying a huge legdrop into Stone Cold’s defenseless body!

JFA: MY GOD! MY GOD! HE MAY HAVE KILLED HIM! AS GOD AS MY WITNESS, HE’S SNAPPED IN HALF!
JHA: C’mon, Clay! Get it together!
JFA: Clay has to get him in the ring and pin him! Both men, both men laying here before us, my God...I haven’t seen anything like that since War Games!
JHA: They went through the cage in that one, J.
JFA: But still!
JHA: Good point!

Both men roll off the ruins of the table at about the same time, Clay staggering to his feet first. As Stone Cold stands, trying to get his bearings, Clay, who’s clearly taken the better of the fall, grabs a steel chair from nearby! As Stone Cold wanders, Clay follows, waiting to strike.

JFA: What the hell’s this?!?
JHA: WHO the hell’s this is a better question!

A man in a suit wearing a hood runs down the ramp, spins Clay around, and superkicks the chair into his face! The crowd erupts in approval as he helps Stone Cold shake off the cobwebs and rolls Clay back into the ring! Stone Cold follows, and levels Clay with a spinebuster as the refs demand the hooded man leave, which he does.

Stone Cold stands against the turnbuckle, smirking as his opponent writhes around the mat in pain. After a moment, he goes over, grabs him by the hair, and starts hitting him in the face until he busts him open. But Clay counters with a lowblow, sending Stone Cold reeling, and Clay then smacks his opponent’s face into the mesh! He rubs it there, Stone Cold groaning the whole way, until he opens up a cut on his forehead! Clay then rolls him up, but Stone Cold kicks out after a count of two!

Both men pull back, sizing each other up again, and both charge at the same time, resulting in a lock-up in the center of the ring. They exchange arm holds until Stone Cold gets fed up, pushes Clay off, and into the ropes. He chops his opponent relentlessly, shoves him again looking for some momentum, and goes for still another stunner, but Clay ducks away, comes back off the ropes on the other side, and nails Stone Cold with a flying elbow! He goes for the cover, but only gets a two as Stone Cold kicks out! Clay smacks the mat, indicating he should have gotten a three, but the ref insists he only got two.

Angered, Clay tries to drag Stone Cold up, but Stone Cold surprises him, and whips him off the ropes, right into the Skywarp Stunner!

JFA: Stunner! STUNNER!!! He’s hit the Stunner a second time!
JHA: NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

Stone Cold goes for the pin, but changes his mind, pulls Clay back up, gives him the kick to the chops, and levels him with another Stunner!

JFA: STUNNER!!! HAT TRICK OF STUNNERS!!!! Cover him, cover him Stone Cold!
JHA: NO!!! CLAY, GET UP!!!!!
JFA: Stone Cold has the cover!!...one, two...THREE!!!
JHA: Come on! He just got away with murder, the bastard!

RA: Here is your winner, Stone Cold Skywarp!

Stone Cold’s music blares, but then abruptly stops.

JFA: Wait, what the hell’s this? Who the hell IS that on the top of the ramp?!?

?: You almost got away with it, Clay. So close, so very very close. You and Reilly thought you were so smart, didn’t you? But you made the fatal mistake: You left me alive.

JFA: Waitaminit!!!! I know that voice!
JHA: IT...IT CAN’T BE!!!

Stone Cold can be seen grinning ear to ear, making his way out of the cage by this point. The mystery person steps into the spotlights, pulling his hood off to reveal...

JFA: COMMISSIONER VACCARO!
JHA: It...it’s not possible! How...how?!?!

The crowd erupts as Vaccaro and Skywarp meet halfway and exchange handshakes as Clay struggles to get up in the ring. Mr. Reilly is still nowhere to be found.

Vaccaro: See Clay, you thought you and your cWo lackeys could get rid of me. It was Stone Cold who went out and found me, and his mysterious benefactor that arranged for his jail release? Me, on the promise to come out here tonight and set the record straight once and for all. Now then...

Suddenly, from behind, Reilly comes bursting through the curtains, charging at Vaccaro! But Stone Cold is there, and gives him a stunner that vaults him clear off the ramp! The crowd erupts in another glorious cheer, and by this time Claypool has made his way out of the ring.

JFA: I don’t think my brain can comprehend what my eyes are seeing...after all this time, Commissioner Vaccaro, thought long-dead, turns up alive here at Archivemania!
JHA: I–I can’t fathom it either, J! He was dead! We both saw it with our own eyes!

Vaccaro: As I was going to say, I was a bit lucky in some respects. When the car exploded, I was thrown to one side. I didn’t suffer any burns, but I did break a couple bones. I lay there for a little while before I was found and rushed to the hospital, but of course by then the AWF was on its way to the next city. I opted to keep my survival a secret, knowing whoever pulled this would thusly make a grab for power. And sure enough, the cWo did exactly that. Well guess who’s back, and dying for some payback?

Stone Cold takes the mic in hand.

SCSW: The time’s now, Clay. You tried to frame me, and tried to cover your own tracks. What? But now ol’ Stone Cold’s got a little message for ya. What?

Skywarp flips two middle fingers at the staggering Claypool, then continues: “Y’know what, I don’t think that was direct enough. Allow me to emphasize.”

He drops the mic, runs right up to Clay, and Stuns him again! As Clay flops around on the ground, Stone Cold’s music plays, and Warp and Vaccaro raise each others’ hands in victory as they head back up the ramp, the crowd roaring!
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Part VI: T.C. vs. The Game

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Mayhem, 11th March

G91: "Which brings me to the more serious news. As I said before I announced the matches, I have to tell someone that their career is over tonight...and I have to be the one to break the heart of a great athlete and all the fans that have supported him over the past few months."

JFA: 'Well who is it?'

G91: "And the wrestler that I have to break the heart of...that I have to end the career of...is..."

JFA: 'In all my time with this company I have never seen the Commissioner this emotional...'

G91: "...the career...that I have to end...is...MINE!”

JFA: “What?!”

G91: “The tests showed that my neck had not healed the way it was supposed to. The letter from my doctor concluded that while she could not ascertain whether wrestling would cause me further harm, it was her strong belief that to continue would run the risk of greater injury, and even paralysis…”

TC84: "Now...I really hate to interupt this sob story you have going on here, but I have something I need to address. I just happen to be one of the guys screwed by the GPA and as the former Champion I demand a rematch! I want my shot...and I want it now."

G91: "You can't have it now. As the former champion, I will give you a rematch...in fact you can have it right after Archivemania, but I'm not giving you the match now."

TC84: "OK bro...its cool man."

TC extends his hand to the Game, who takes it.

JFA: 'Well...I'm glad that was set...HEY...WAIT A MINUTE! TC84 with an outright assault on the Commissioner...a man who just announced that due to a severe neck injury he's retiring...and this is what he gets...someone stop this before the Game is paralyzed damn it!"
JHA: "Should have just given TC the match..."
JFA: "TC to the outside now...has a steel chair...back in the ring...waiting for the Game to pull himself up, only to level him with the chair...the Game is down and he's busted wide open. TC pulls him to the corner and places the chair on the face of the Game...climbing the opposite ring post...and leaps with the Ender! The Game's neck snapped backwards and he's motionless in the ring."
JHA: "Looks like the Game really is over..."
JFA: “DN all around the Commissioner, the emt's in the ring, working quickly to immobilize the Game's neck...loading him onto the stretcher now...the crowd is stunned...I can't believe what TC just did...the Game is being wheeled up the ramp...I just pray that nothing permanent was done...but I just...I just don't know."

One week later…

JFA: 'Well here comes a tough guy.'
JHA: "You bet he's tough…he's the guy that ended the Game!"

TC: "So…I ended the miserable Game…big deal…he was old news anyway. He's got a broken neck people…he's done…the Game is ov…"

JFA: "Its him! HE'S HERE…AND 20 thousand strong are on their feet!"
JHA: "WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR MYSELF THINK!"

G91: "You were saying? You thought you had ended my career? You thought you had ended the Game? You think a broken neck can stop me? I've spent the last 5 months doing nothing but getting bad news…well you know…I think its time that I gave myself some good news. See, you were saying something about a match at Archivemania…well, I'm giving myself a little present…and I'm signing us to be part of the mega-main event package in Tokyo!"

JFA: 'No…he can't…the risk!"

Corporate Jabronie: "Not so fast sir…you see, you as AWF Commissioner should know that we can't allow you to endanger any AWF athlete, including yourself."
G91: "Fine…then as TC suggested it's an Unsanctioned Street Fight…all the ref has to do is count the shoulders"
CJ: "You’re the Commissioner…and we can't let you engage in this type of match."
G91: "Well…then I resign as Commissioner of the AWF…I have it on a good source that a suitable replacement is waiting anyway…and since I just have happened to have signed a contract during my tenure, granting me the ability to allow unsanctioned matches…the AWF has no choice but to allow myself to kick the holy hell out of TC84 at ARCHIVEMANIA in an unsanctioned street fight…no holds barred…"
TC84: "You just signed your own death certificate then Erik…cause after Tokyo…the Game…your career…your ability to walk…talk…function…and chew your own food will be over…"

Backstage

The HeartBrend Kid: “We're family…and sometimes family has to make a stand when someone in the family is doing something wrong. So the bottom line is, if you choose to go through this…then there is no Degeneration Next.”

The montage ends with a shot of the two combatants glaring at each other in the ring.

JFA: 'I can't believe this…TC84 v The Game…at Archivemania…and its UNSANCTIONED!"
JHA: "What the hell is the Game thinking? Its suicide!"
JFA: "I don't know J…"
Unsanctioned Street Fight:
Galvatron91 vs. ThunderCracker84


Won’t Back Down fills the arena, as the crowd leap to their feet in anticipation of the match at hand. The cheers soon turn to boos, though, as the man who tried to end Galvatron91’s career steps out onto the stage.

JFA: “And here comes one sick individual…”
JHA: “How can you say that?!”
JFA: “The fact that he tried to break a guy’s neck because he wasn’t granted a title shot weighs heavy in my reasoning.”
JHA: “Oh, forgive and forget, that’s what I say.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, the following attraction is not sanctioned by the Archive Wrestling Federation.”

ThunderCracker84 calmly strolls down the aisleway, stopping only to point his thumbs at himself.

JHA: “Former AWF Champion right there. Mr Pay Per View.”
JFA: “This match totally unsanctioned. No count outs, no disqualifications. The referee only there to count a pinfall or call the submission. The AWF accepting no responsibility for what happens to either competitor… you won’t see a repeat of what we got earlier where the official stopped the match for Strafe – that was a judgement call in his capacity acting on behalf of the promotion… there’ll be none of that here.”
JHA: “Just the way it should be. TC wants to beat the Game fairly. And he wants to end his career… he doesn’t want the help of any referee to get the win.”

“Making his way to the ring; from Chicago, Illinois… ThunderCracker84!”

Reaching the end of the ramp, TC elects to drop down to the floor rather than enter the ring. Circling the outside, he reaches under the ring and pulls out a table, then slides it under the bottom rope.

JFA: “Oh no. He seriously can’t be doing this…”
JHA: “It’s not against the rules…”
JFA: “Reaching back under there… and sliding a second table in now. Coming across to the timekeeper… and stealing the chair from one of the ringside officials. Throws that into the ring now…”

With two tables and a chair in the squared circle, TC84 finally decides to clamber into the ring, where he starts to set up both tables, before placing the folding chair across the top turnbuckle. Smiling, he mouths off at the referee, then turns to look back up the aisle as his entrance music finishes.

JFA: “And you’d better brace yourself… because any minute… the roof is going to blow off this place.”
JHA: “It better not be raining outside…”
JFA: “Any minute… the Game is going to enter…”
JHA: “Where is he then?”
JFA: “The Game… Galvatron91… soon to make his entrance…”
JHA: “He’s chickened out…”

If you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment
Would you capture it?
Or just let it slip?


JFA: “And here he is! He knows he’s got one chance left in him… he’s out here for pride… he’s risking everything he has to be in this match, to get revenge on the man who tried to paralyse him for not giving him a title shot…”
JHA: “Oh yeah, paint TC as the villain of the piece…”

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

Intensity covering his face, Galvatron91 marches down the aisle, his eyes fixed on ThunderCracker84 in the centre of the ring. Not willing to wait, TC84 vaults over the top rope and charges to meet him.

JFA: “And we’re underway already here! TC84 rushing up the aisle… kicking things off early in this unsanctioned match…”
JHA: “Will you stop shilling the unsanctioned part? The humanoids saw the footage, they read the graphic, they heard you the last time!”
JFA: “TC charging up the rampway, but the Game rushing to meet him with a firm right hand and another! TC reeling out there… G91 with another blow to the jaw of his opponent… and a big scoop slam! Just driving TC84 backfirst into that hard elevated rampway.”

Pulling the former CWO man up by the hair, G91 hits him with a hard forearm smash before hitting another hard punch that sends TC flying back down the aisle towards the ring.

JFA: “Galvatron91 really taking control here in the opening minutes… he’ll be looking to end the match quickly. TC84 on the apron now… The Game with a boot to the midsection… and just slams him facefirst into the top turnbuckle pad…”
JHA: “Do something, TC!”
JFA: “The Game… grabbing his opponent by the scruff of the neck now… and just hurled him off the ring apron down the the floor below!!”

Dropping down to the ringside area, G91 slowly stalks TC around the side of the ring.

JFA: “Galvatron91… grabbing TC84 again… and just whips him hard into the steel ringpost!”
JHA: “The man’s insane! He’s trying to kill him!”
JFA: “It’s no more than TC tried to do to the Game a few weeks ago on Mayhem! TC staggered on the outside now… boot to the midsection… Pedigree!!”
JHA: “No!! No no… oh, thank the lord for that…”
JFA: “TC84 with his wits still about him… countering into a back bodydrop out here on the floor… G91 clutching the base of his spine, now. Wrestling against all the advice of every doctor… his neck injured in the War Games match back in October – the surgery didn’t mend the damage to the extent that it should have. Back up to his feet now… coming after TC again…”

Backing away from the oncoming Game, ThunderCracker84 heads directly for the timekeeper’s table.

JFA: “That heinous TC84 across with the ring announcer and timekeeper now… he’s already stolen a chair, what the hell more does he want?!”
JHA: “I don’t know, but he better get it quick!”
JFA: “G91 catching up to him… spins him around… OH MY GOD…”

An almighty clang echoes around the ringside area as TC grabs the ring bell, before turning quickly and driving it into the face of his adversary.

JHA: “Ding dong… he got his bell rung there!”
JFA: “That sick human being… just driving that steel ring bell squarely into the head of his opponent…”
JHA: “Ring the bell – it’s over!”
JFA: “Just stomping away now as Galvatron91 holds his face in pain…”
JHA: “TC’s won, right? I’m sure the Game gave up – I heard the bell ring!”
JFA: “Will you stop it?!”

Picking up the bell again, TC lifts it high above his head and brings it down squarely onto the back of Galvatron91, hiting him between the shoulders.

JFA: “TC working away on the base of the Game’s neck… targetting the weak spot… wanting to end his career…”
JHA: “It’s good strategy. It makes the most sense… you seriously didn’t expect anything less, did you? He came out with a big bullseye painted on it…”
JFA: “As much as I hate to agree with you… you’re right. TC now driving those axehandle blows into the back of the neck…”

As ThunderCracker84 works away on his crouching foe, a cameraman comes up close and zooms in to get a better shot of the action. Annoyed by the close proximity, TC quickly turns and nails him with a stiff kick to the gut. Grabbing the cameraman, he hurls him across the ringside area, sending him headlong into the steel ringsteps.

JHA: “That’ll teach him…”
JFA: “That sick human being… launching an unprovoked attack on our cameraman… just out there trying to do his job.”
JHA: “Hey, he’s the former AWF Champion. He’s the Whole Damn Show. He can do whatever the hell he wants to… and even if he can’t, he can afford the fine!”
JFA: “Now what’s he doing? TC… picking up the camera that was dropped in the scuffle…”

Holding the camera with a smirk on his face, ThunderCracker84 slings it up over his shoulder and focusses on the fallen Galvatron91.

JHA: “Hey! It’s the CrackerCam!”
JFA: “This is completely uncalled for…”

Clambering down to ground-level, TC zooms in close on the bloodied face of the Minnesotan. Yelling at his opponent to smile for the camera, he stands up again, lifts the machine above his head and then brings it down hard onto Galvatron91’s back.

JFA: “And that psycho just breaking the camera over another human being… this is just sick…”
JHA: “You’re right it is! Those cameras aren’t cheap! That’ll cost him…”
JFA: “TC84 now… with those stiff kicks to the rib area of G91… still on the outside of the ring… the action yet to be taken into the squared circle. Pulls him up now… and just slams him facefirst into the steel ringsteps…”
JHA: “Double whammy. That’ll open up that wound on his forehead some more, plus it’ll give you one helluva whiplash effect.”
JFA: “How can you talk like that about another human being in there?”
JHA: “He knew what he was getting himself in for…”
JFA: “You are contemptable…”
JHA: “Just telling it like it is.”

Scooping him up, TC84 slams the former Commissioner down hard onto the ringsteps, G91’s head protruding off the metal into the air. Smiling casually, TC leaps up onto the ring apron before dropping an elbow firmly across the throat area, flipping the Game backwards off the steps and back down to the floor.

JFA: “Vicious elbowdrop by ThunderCracker84… G91 clutching his throat with one hand… holding his neck with the other…”
JHA: “Lucky he’s got two hands, eh?”
JFA: “I wouldn’t want to look at it that way. Galvy in serious danger of having his career ended right here tonight in Tokyo. And TC back up onto the ring apron, heading across for that steel chair he put up in the corner earlier. Bringing it back to the outside now…”
JHA: “This is where the real fun begins!”
JFA: “TC… lining up that chair… G91 climbing back to his feet now… and a sick chairshot right to the head takes him back down again.”

Watching as the Game crawls back up to his knees, ThunderCracker84 lifts the chair again and brings it down hard on the upper back.

JHA: “Bam. Good hard shot there… and a second. This is great entertainment – there’s nothing quite like an ArchiveMania!”
JFA: “ThunderCracker84 just pummeling the Game with that steel folding chair… seriously denting it. Dropping it now, mercifully… and lifting his opponent up by the hair… what’s he… oh no, please not that…”
JHA: “He’s gonna end the Game’s career right here in the Eggdome! Game Over!”
JFA: “G91 propped up against the steel ringpost… TC84 with that chair again… lines it up… DUCKED!! Ducked by Galvatron91… and TC slamming the chair straight into the post…”

As TC clutches his hands in agony, the reverberation of steel on steel shaking through his arms, Galvatron91 quickly grabs the chair off the floor and jams it straight into the back of TC84’s knee.

JHA: “Hey! No fair!”
JFA: “The Game taking advantage of the situation… he can barely stand, but he just took out his opponent’s leg. He’s battered, he’s bruised, he’s bleeding profusely… but still he had the presence of mind to seize the opportunity and launch a precision attack on the most vulnerable part of the body… that’s why they call him the Cerebral Assassin… that’s why they call him the Game…”

Staggering to regain his footing, G91 jams the chair into the knee again, before slamming it hard into TC’s back. Grabbing his opponent, he slings him forcefully under the bottom rope and into the ring.

JFA: “And finally the action makes its way between the ropes. TC84 in the ring… The Game up onto the apron now… checking his forehead for blood. Yes, Erik – it’s still bleeding.”
JHA: “He’s not moving very quickly, is he?”
JFA: “I doubt you would be too, if you were in his condition. Not stepping through the ropes yet… TC back up to his feet, though… and a shoulderblock through the ropes! Just sending the Game off the apron and back to the floor…”

Limping slightly, TC84 watches as his opponent crawls along the ringside area again, before hitting the ropes on the far side.

JFA: “ThunderCracker84 lining something up here… topé!!”
JHA: “Holy sh… oh my god…”
JFA: “Chairshot by the Game! He had the chair lined up on the floor… waiting for TC to make his move… and just stood up, bringing it up and drilling it into his opponent… using ThunderCracker84’s own momentum against him!!”
JHA: “Did I just see blood on TC’s face?!”
JFA: “Very possibly… Galvatron91 back to his feet now… seemingly powered by a rush of adrenalin… grabs TC and hurls him back into the ring. Up onto the apron now… climbing the top turnbuckle… and a solid double axehandle blow onto the reeling TC84. Both men in the ring for the first time in this match… the referee’s been in there the whole time, pacing back and forth between those two tables that were set up before the bell sounded.”

Letting TC84 climb back to his feet, Galvatron91 whips him hard into the turnbuckles before following in with a high knee to the chest area. Grabbing the foot, he grapevines ThunderCracker84’s leg around the middle rope and starts to viciously stomp away at the inside of the knee.

JHA: “Come on, TC! Do something!”
JFA: “The Game working over that injured knee of TC84… untangling him from the ropes now… dragging him out of the corner now by that foot… TC hopping out on one leg… and a corkscrew takedown by the Game! Sending TC careering headlong into the legs of that table…”

Dragging TC back away from the table by the foot, G91 lifts the leg and stomps hard into the hamstring area. Pulling him up to a vertical base again, the Game grabs the injured leg and holds it up in his hands, glancing around at the approving crowd for their decision on his next course of action. But before he can make a move, the nimble ThunderCracker84 adjusts his footing and buries his free foot into the side of the Game’s head, sending him dropping facefirst to the mat.

JHA: “Great enziguri! Just took his head off!”
JFA: “I fear maybe literally… the Game just took that blow right in the side of the skull… he may have damaged his neck further in the process… that landing can’t have helped matters…”

Still clutching his knee in pain, TC sees that his opponent isn’t moving. Smiling, he hauls up the Game.

JFA: “And… you can see from that that Galvatron91 is all dead weight… he’s out cold, folks… TC84 realises he’s ripe for the picking…”
JHA: “And picking is what he’s gonna do!”
JFA: “You may well be right… TC positioning his motionless opponent on top of one of those tables… grinning happily to himself…”
JHA: “Oh, you know what this is gonna be, don’t you? He’s gonna make sure that the Game is well and truly Over by the end of tonight…”
JFA: “TC going to the top turnbuckle now… and you can see him struggling up there… not the usual spring in his step, his knee’s got to be almost shot to hell up there…”
JHA: “Frog Splash on the way!!”
JFA: “TC84… with Galvatron91 on the table… Frog Splash!! Missed It!!! Galvatron91 rolled out of the way! And TC84 just went straight through that table!”
JHA: “Holy nooo!!”
JFA: “G91 was playing possum! Up to his feet now… TC84 lying in the debris of that wrecked table… The Game grabbing the leg… turns him over… Figure Four Leglock! Galvatron91 with the figure four on ThunderCracker84! This is gonna be it… there’s no way he can hold out for much longer!!”
JHA: “Fight it, TC! Fight it!!”
JFA: “The figure four in the centre of the ring… the referee right up close… TC screaming in pain…”
JHA: “He won’t give up! Not until he’s ended the Game’s career!”
JFA: “He may well be risking his own career by not giving up!”
JHA: “You think that matters to him? He only cares about two things: Being AWF Champion; and being the man who ended the Game. If he has to forfeit the gold to say Game Over, then he’ll do it!”
JFA: “ThunderCracker84… stretching out… reaching for the ropes… tantalisingly inches away… crawling on his back… The Game leaning back, putting more pressure on the hold… the heart in these men is unbelievable… TC reaching… reaching… fingertips… he’s there!! TC84 with his hand on the bottom rope!”
JHA: “So why isn’t Galvatron91 breaking the hold? The referee should break the hold, dammit!”
JFA: “There are no disqualifications! The Game knows that… the referee begging him to break the hold… but he refuses… finally he lets go…”

Both men climb to their feet, their pallid faces soaked in their own blood. TC84 hauls himself up with the help of the ring ropes, G91 under his own steam. Watching carefully as TC staggers up, the Game stands poised, waiting, watching, anticipating.

JHA: “That poor kid… he can barely stand…”
JFA: “I guess you could say it’s karma for trying to end a man’s life… G91 lining something up here… could it be… we’ve seen this posture before from his old buddy the HeartBrend Kid… former D-Next partner… has he picked something up here? Sweet Chin Music! No! Ducked by TC! And a standing heel kick just knocks the taste out of the Game’s mouth… but TC looks to have hurt himself more in the process… the Game coming back for him now, clothesline ducked… boot to the gut by TC… sets him up…”
JHA: “Piledriver!! Experty executed. A great move by a great competitor.”
JFA: “I have to agree there… perfectly executed piledriver… but I’m sad to say that executed may be the key word… the Game’s entire weight just brought crashing down on his neck. This could be all she wrote…”
JHA: “What a shame… the Game ends up with a broken neck because he can’t even hit a measly old superkick…”
JFA: “TC84 still in pain though… landed firmly on the back of his leg with that piledriver…”
JHA: “He’s got all the time in the world to make that pin. The Game is OVER.”

Rolling on the mat in agony, TC84 eventually finds his way onto his stomach. Crawling through a trail of blood, he stops to dust some splinters of wood from off his tights. Slowly and deliberately, he throws an arm across the prone form of his opponent and collapses to the mat.

JHA: “That’s the cover!”
JFA: “Indeed it is… referee’s in position. One. Two.”
JHA: “What the hell?!”

The crowd erupts as Galvatron91’s arm comes flying up off the mat.

JFA: “He will not lie down! This man has taken more punishment than it’s humanly possible to do! And he still will not lie down and die!”
JHA: “I don’t believe this… he took a piledriver with a neck that’s gotta be broken by now already… that’s not possible…”
JFA: “The man has heart!”
JHA: “He’s not a man! He’s a freak!”
JFA: “Perhaps he is some sort of freak… some form of genetic aberration. Perhaps we’ll never know. He’s got to be above human to even be out there tonight…”
JHA: “Galvatron91… the genetic freak. That sounds about right. Yuck.”

Looking to the heavens in a look of desperation and despair, TC84 hauls himself to his feet one more time. His eyes filled with anger, he waits as the Game starts a slow crawl back to his own vertical base.
Checking the position of the remaining table behind him, ThunderCracker84 grimaces in pain as he tests his injured knee.

JFA: “Both men back up now… The Game staggering around… he’s got to be as groggy as he’s ever been… comes forward to TC…”

Taking his moment, TC darts forward, placing his hands either side of the Game’s neck. Using his opponent’s shoulders as a vault, he leaps into the air, bringing his legs up around G91’s head, ready to bury him headfirst into the table behind with a huracanrana.

JHA: “FrankenThunder!!”
JFA: “Huracanrana by TC… No… Caught in mid-air by the Game… Powerbomb!!! Galvatron91 just powerbombing ThunderCracker84 right through that table! That’s got to be it!!”
JHA: “Oh my sweet god… he killed him… the Game killed TC…”
JFA: “Galvatron91 now… slowly approaching the second wrecked table… kicking parts of the first one out of the ring, still… the ring resembles a trainwreck. There’s blood all over the canvas… there’s twisted metal table legs everywhere… shattered pieces of wood… it’s carnage in the Eggdome!”

Reaching down, G91 drags his foe up from the wrecked table. Pulling him up to his feet, he bends him double and positions TC’s head between his legs. Taking a moment to raise his arms in triumph, he slowly traps his opponent in a double underhook, before leaping into the air and burying his adversary’s head facefirst into the mat.

JFA: “Pedigree! Pedigree by the Game! That’s it. It’s all over. The Game wins a hard fought match here in Tokyo. The crowd are on their feet in appreciation for the display put on by both these men. The referee in place. The cover by Galvatron91. He’s fought hard and deserves every ounce of this! One. Two.”
JHA: “Kick out?!!”
JFA: “Kick out! My god! I don’t believe it!! ThunderCracker84 kicked out of the Pedigree!!”
JHA: “There is a God!”
JFA: “Nobody can believe it! These people are on their feet! Everybody thought it was over… even the referee’s dumbfounded!”

Kneeling on the mat in disbelief, Galvatron91 reaches out and rolls TC onto his stomach, looking to apply the Canadian Crossface, but before he can get it locked in, TC84 quickly scrambles away and rolls under the bottom rope to the floor.

JFA: “Crossface! Crossface! No no… no… TC out of the hold and out of the ring…”
JHA: “TC! Quickly… over here!”
JFA: “Don’t call him over, man… you’ll paint us as a target!”

As TC circles the ring, trying to clear the cobwebs and test his knee, Galvatron91 steps through the ropes on the far side and waits on the apron.

JFA: “TC trying to jog off that injury… I don’t know how well that’s going to work… and… G91 with a rushing clothesline off the apron! TC didn’t see it coming. And the Game down here in front of us again. Hauling TC up… and a firm right hand shot to the jaw… tossing him back into the ring now. Up onto the apron and ascending the ropes again…”
JHA: “Get out of there, TC!”
JFA: “TC84 up again… and a big clothesline from the top rope by the Game… makes the cover… one… two… kick-out by TC.”
JHA: “He’s not going to give up… he won’t let the Game beat him… ending the Game’s career is why he’s here… it’s his new raison d’etre… he’s not going to give it up…”
JFA: “G91 pulling him up again… and a big snap suplex. Going to the outside again… he can’t be serious… he can’t be trying these high risk moves with the state his neck’s in…”
JHA: “He misses this he’s in trouble… move TC!!”
JFA: “The Game on the top rope… flying elbow… he made it!! Lateral press… one… two… ooohhh… shoulder up at the last possible moment by TC84…”

Not willing to let the pace slip, G91 pulls up his battered opponent and drags him to his feet.

JFA: “Both men bloodied… both men bruised… both men giving everything they’ve got… G91 now, searching for a way to end this… Setting him up for another suplex… no – blocked… Inside cradle by TC!!!”
JHA: “Small package!!”
JFA: “One!! Two!! Th- oh, so close for TC84… The Game powering out just in time… back to his feet now, lunging for him… drop toehold by TC! Still with his wits about him, got the leg still caught… reaches over… STF! A modified version of the STF by TC84… just wrenching back on that neck…”
JHA: “Oh yes… this is it, my good man… it’s all over… the head bends back, the neck will snap, the Game is officially done.”
JFA: “Not until he gives up, it’s not… the referee there… the Game shouting no no no… reaching up… he’s got it… he’s got his hands in there, under TC’s arms… and powers out of it! The Game powering out of the STF… and rolls it through! Fujiyawa Armbar by the Game! Wrenching TC’s arm and shoulder out of the socket!”
JHA: “What the hell is going on?!”

Forcing himself to his knees, TC somersaults forward, freeing his arm and sliding across into a front facelock.

JFA: “Front facelock by TC… this match evolving from a street fight into a pure wrestling contest, it seems… TC wrenching away, maybe slipping it into a choke… G91 fighting upto his feet… arms around in a bearhug, still in the front facelock… Northern lights suplex! One! Two!! Oh, TC somehow kicking out to break the hold…”
JHA: “I’m lost… what happened to the tables? The chairs? The blood?”
JFA: “Both men back up… TC lunging… armdrag by the Game, locking it into an armbar, but TC staggering up on that injured knee… reverses it into an armwringer, hammerlock takes him behind, into a side headlock… the Game slips out the back… German Suplex!!! Release German Suplex by the Game! He just folded TC up like an accordian!”
JHA: “But he landed badly too! He took that right on the back of his head!”
JFA: “He did… a classic display of mat wrestling just now… both men abandoning the brawl for something more proven… both men flat out on the mat, now… TC up to his feet first. Winded, clutching his knee… wiping the blood from his eyes… assessing his next move…”

ThunderCracker84 glances around the Eggdome, and is stunned into shock as the people stand to applaud his performance thus far. Eyes wide, shaking his head, he turns back to the centre of the ring just in time to see the Game spring cat-like back upto his feet, his head clear and his thoughts focussed entirely on the man in front of him.

JHA: “Oh…”
JFA: “He’s up! He was okay!! This crowd have been on their feet through this whole match. The Game pointing at TC and shaking his head…”
JHA: “Oh no… oh no oh no oh no…”
JFA: “ThunderCracker84 can’t believe this… and he’s gone! Bailing out of the ring again! But the Game is following him… and we’ve got a footrace around the ring… TC84 stopping at the aisle… he’ll have to go over it if he wants to keep ahead… choosing not to, though… glancing around…”
JHA: “Yes! Smart play!”
JFA: “That’s the steel chair he had earlier… the one that busted him open… the Game closing now… TC swings… ducked by the Game… Sweet Chin Music!!! Through the steel chair, out on the floor!!”

Looking around, the Game grabs TC and slings him back in the ring, before throwing the chair in as well.

JFA: “The Game going under the ring now… pulling out another table… slides it into the ring… back under again…”
JHA: “What the hell’s he looking for? Oh NO!!”

G91 comes back out from under the ring, a smile covering his face, his trusty friend the sledgehammer filling his hands.

JFA: “The Game… Galvatron91… sledgehammer in hand… he’s going to look to end this match once and for all.”
JHA: “Can’t the referee do something here? Surely this is against some law? These are AWF employees – they can’t let this happen!”
JFA: “It’s not… this match is completely unsanctioned… as far as the AWF is concerned, this match doesn’t exist!”
JHA: “I can’t watch…”
JFA: “Galvatron91… clambering slowly back into the ring… that sledgehammer raised… TC84 hasn’t spotted it yet… up on his feet… turns… now he has!”

Turning to see the raised sledge, TC grabs the first thing that comes to hand and slings himself behind it.

JFA: “And… TC… just threw the referee in the way! The Game inadvertantly hit the referee with the sledgehammer!!”
JHA: “That’s gonna cost him! I think that was deliberate… he’s always disliked the staff he worked with…”
JFA: “And all three men in the ring are bleeding now… the referee out cold… the Game in shock… TC grabbing that steel chair… Turn around, G! Turn around…”
JHA: “Lifetime Enlightenment!!”
JFA: “Sweet mother of god… TC84 hitting the Lifetime Enlightenment through that steel chair… the Game has got to be out cold… the back of his head just smacked against the mat…”
JHA: “Now we get the coup de grace… TC going up top!”
JFA: “The Game flat out in the centre of the ring… TC on the top… Frog Splash! He hit it… the cover… no referee…”
JHA: “Now count – one… two… three… four… five.. six… dammit!!”

Looking around in disbelief, TC stands up again and goes across to the referee, before kicking away at the unconscious form.

JFA: “Now that’s uncalled for…”
JHA: “Hey, it’s the Game’s fault!”
JFA: “Like hell it is… now here comes a second referee… TC making the cover again. One. Two.”
JHA: “NO!”
JFA: “Shoulder up! The shoulder came up from Galvatron91!”
JHA: “I don’t believe it… the freak!”
JFA: “The genetic freak! The Game! Refusing to give up in this match… he will not lie down… TC84 stomping away now… elbow drop to the back of the head… off the ropes… leg drop to the back of the head. Turns him over… hooks the leg… one… two… again the Game kicks out.”
JHA: “This is unbelievable…”

Hauling his opponent up, TC scoops the Game up and bodyslams him back down to the mat. Hitting the ropes, he cartwheels across the mat and hits a moonsault.

JHA: “Now we start again… TC gonna hit him with everything he’s got.”
JFA: “You may be right… handspring moonsault but no cover. Going to the outside now… poised on the apron… springboard legdrop! Now the lateral press… one… two… and again the Game kicks out!”
JHA: “Arrggh.”
JFA: “TC84 glancing at that table now… brought into the ring by the Game earlier. Perhaps thinking twice about it.”
JHA: “Wouldn’t you think twice, too? He’s put himself through two tables already when he was trying to connect with the Game…”
JFA: “He’s setting it up, though… determined to get it right this time. Wincing still as he walks on that knee… pulling G91 up… and slams him facefirst into the turnbuckle pad. Now throws him on top of the table.”
JHA: “What do you think we’re gonna get? Frog splash? Moonsault?”
JFA: “TC taking his sweet time to climb those turnbuckles on the outside now… really favouring that injured leg…”
JHA: “He’s up there… what are we… oh no!”
JFA: “He took too long! And the Game is off the table… climbing the turnbuckles now… going nose to nose with TC84… exchanging punches all the while…”
JHA: “This is bad…”
JFA: “The Game… trying to lock something in… superplex perhaps… both men on the top rope now… TC with the front facelock… OH MY GOD!!”
JHA: “He killed him! The Game is over!!”
JFA: “I do not believe what I just saw… ThunderCracker84 with a tornado DDT from the top rope through that table… it’s got to be all over… there’s no way the Game could have survived that. His career has to be finished… and as soon as TC84 can crawl across to make the cover, so will the match be…”
JHA: “And now… the end is near… and we must face… the final curtain…”
JFA: “The Game has given it everything here tonight… but it just wasn’t enough…”
JHA: “And now a new game will begin… the era of the whole damn show is upon us…”
JFA: “The cover. The referee’s in place.”
JHA: “One!”
JFA: “Two!”
JHA: “NOOOO!!”
JFA: “Two count!!! The Game’s shoulder came up!! Somehow the Game’s shoulder came up!!”

ThunderCracker84 stares at the referee in stunned amazement as he pulls G91 up one more time.

JHA: “What the hell is he going to have to do to finish this?”
JFA: “I honestly don’t know… even I thought that was it…”
JHA: “This is gonna do it… I know it… this is finally it…”
JFA: “Oh no… just to add insult to injury… TC84 setting him up… for the Pedigree. Arms hooked.”
JHA: “Game Over for sure this time!”
JFA: “It is… no! Blocked! Double leg takedown! Slingshot!!!”

Grabbing his opponent’s ankles and falling backwards, G91 hurls TC facefirst into the top turnbuckle. As TC staggers backwards, the Game scrambles to his feet, grabs one of his foe’s arms and reaches around the side of the head, spinning him around to the centre of the ring and driving him chestfirst into the mat. Quick as a flash he traps TC84’s arm between his legs and crosses his own arms under his opponent’s chin, wrenching backwards.

JFA: “Crossface!!! The Canadian Crossface!!”
JHA: “No!!! No!! No!!! Get out of there!!”
JFA: “There’s nowhere for him to go! He’s got it locked in right in the centre of the ring! The move he calls the Endgame! The last time we saw this locked in was when he defeated The Ghost to regain the AWF Championship!”
JHA: “Nooooo! Get out of there! Move… get to the ropes… anything!!”
JFA: “He can’t! He’s not going anywhere… the referee in position… and he is… he is… is he… Yes!! He’s tapping!!! ThunderCracker84 is tapping!!”
JHA: “No…”

The sound of Motorhead fills the Eggdome whilst the capacity crowd roar in delight, as Galvatron91 releases the hold and sits on the mat in victory.

JFA: “He risked everything by being here… he risked his health, he risked his career… he risked his life. He was told he could never wrestle again, but he came out here on the biggest stage of them all… and by god, he’s done it!”

Helped to his feet by the referee, the Game surveys the wreckage in the ring, before stopping to take his time and look around all four sides of the crowd, staring up into the gantries. Finally, he glances up to the heavens and smiles. A smile of happiness, a smile of relief.

JFA: “ThunderCracker84 still lying out on the mat… unable to accept that he was forced to give up…”
JHA: “That rotten punk… he promised me he’d get it done right and never surrender the dream.”
JFA: “Some dreams aren’t worth pursuing. He gave it his all and he impressed the world.”
JHA: “He should be ashamed of himself.”
JFA: “It looks like he is. Getting back to his feet now… hobbling up. The Game hasn’t left the ring… he’s waited for TC to stand up. And now he extends the hand of friendship! The hand of forgiveness… he’s saying well done kid… you proved your point, let’s call it quits!”
JHA: “How the hell can somebody do that?! That’s unnatural!!”
JFA: “TC shunning the handshake… going to leave… but… I don’t believe this… the crowd chanting his name now…”
JHA: “Oh, you have got to be kidding me…”
JFA: “Turning back to the Game now… the hand’s still there… and he takes it! One quick handshake between two men who nearly destroyed each other…”
JHA: “I think I’m going to be sick…”
JFA: “Feel free to be. TC84 heading to the back now… leaving the Game alone in the ring with the fans. The fans he gave up… the fans he retired from… and the fans he came back for.”
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Part VII: The Conclusion: Vin Ghostal vs. HBK

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AWF 60 Minute Iron Man World Title Match: Vin Ghostal (C) vs. The Heart Brend Kid Sean O’Con

JFA: “Well folks…here it is…perhaps the most daunting match ever…for 60 minutes two men will battle it out…most falls at the end of that time wins the match. In my illustrious career I have never had the privilege of calling such a match…”

JHA: “Neither have I, but the Game did say it’s the way to end this feud and we have seen some serious feud ending here tonight J!”

JFA: “That we have J…that we have….”

RA: “Ladies and Gentlemen…this is the Iron Man Match!”

*Crowd Cheers*

RA: “The rules are simple, most falls at the end of 60 minutes wins the match. Falls are scored by pinfall, submission, or if you opponent is disqualified, counted out, or cannot answer the count.”

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RA: “Making his way to the ring area, from Camden, New Jersey…he is the AWF Heavyweight Champion…here is Vin Ghostal!”

JFA: “Here he is…making his way to the ring area as Champion…perhaps for the last time!”

JHA: “How can you say that…he owns HBK!”

JFA: “I just don’t know that HBK can be focused on this…but I do believe that the hurting he laid on Ghostal at Mayhem he may just have that edge he need…take nothing away from Ghostal, he’s crafty, he’s conniving, he’s got absolutely ZERO decent bones in his entire body, he’s vicious, but he’s also deadly as champion…it’s an obsession for him. I’ve never seen someone so hell bent on that title…its like his entire identity revolves around keeping that belt!”

RA: “And his opponent…”

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RA: “From Wiltshire, England…the challenger…he is the Heart Brend Kid…Sean O’Con!”

JFA: “The challenger…the sho stoppa, the icon, Brendinio heat, HBK, in the most daunting challenge he’s ever faced. Striding out here with the classic blue with gold trim. He’s had to break both his and his best friends heart. He’s gone through hell to be here…all the attacks…all the circumstances. Now, He and Vin Ghostal…all the animosity…all the history…it all comes crashing around us here tonight.”

JHA: ‘Firstly, its Brendinio HEEEEEEEEEEAT! And second, well quit flapping your gums…let’s get going! We’ve waited a year to see these two in the ring again, and I want to see Ghostal finish of HBK!’

JFA: “Well J…it’s on. The opponents in the ring…meeting in the middle of the ring…folks…I’ve seen Andre and Hogan…I’ve seen Flair and Steamboat…I’ve seen Hart and Michaels…I’ve seen Rock and Austin…and last year I saw The Game and Skywarp…and in all the stares…of all the confrontations I have never seen so much intensity…so much hatred…so much emotion all in that ring and all for that…the belt! The referee calls for the bell…the clock starts…and we have 59 minutes and 58 seconds left until we see who has the title…”

JHA: “YES! It’s on!”

JFA: “ Some smack talk going on between these two rivals. The hatred in that ring is immeasurable. I think it’s a good thing we can’t hear what is being said, or our PG-13 rating would be out the window…that’s not church talk in there! And Ghostal with a slap to O’Con’s face...O’Con with that trade mark smirk starting to come back…goading Ghostal now to do it again…Ghostal does…and now O’Con with the full smirk…and Ghostal with a look of anger on his face…he goes to punch, blocked by O’Con…we are off here folks 59 minutes and 4 seconds…”

JHA: “You are going to do that the whole match aren’t you?”

JFA: “Ummm…yeah…block by O’Con and a hard chop, Ghostal clutching his chest and O’Con with a series of chops now staggering Ghostal. Back into the corner, O’Con whips the champion into the far buckle, Ghostal staggers out, and HBK lunges forward with a flying forearm. HBK off the ropes and a nice guillotine leg drop across the throat. Ghostal down…cover…1..no! Just a one count…nothing more…HBK working Ghostal back to a vertical base, Irish whip again, HBK going downstairs, locking in a gut wrench and twisting it into a back breaker…Ghostal down…another cover…1, 2…kick out…HBK obviously trying to get a kick 1 point lead here.”

JHA: “Trying to get a cheap advantage…typical heart brend kid!”

JFA: “I honestly don’t know what you see when you watch these matches. HBK in firm control of this match…Ghostal never able to get out of the blocks. Belly to belly suplex by HBK, Ghostal trying to get back up…vertical suplex by hbk again Ghostal up, nearly out on his feet…HBK coiled…Ghostal staggering…trying to get his barings…HEART BREND KICK…HEART BREND KICK…cover…1…2…3! AND THE FIRST FALL WITH 56 MINUTES LEFT GOES TO HBK!”

JHA: “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! GHOSTAL!”

JFA: “And the first fall to the Heart Brend Kid…clock ticking…HBK with a real advantage here…that first fall so crucial…HBK now back to work…pulling Ghostal up by the hair…but Ghostal with a shot below the belt!”

JHA: “THE GREAT EQUALIZER!”

JFA: “Right…the great low blow cheap shot is what it was…Ghostal taking a few moments to recover…both men down now…taking their time to get to their feet…Ghostal…the champion first up. Ghostal to his feet now ready, elbow dropped onto the forehead of HBK…Ghostal with that psychotic look in his eye.”

JHA: “Psychotic? That’s intensity! He’s the greatest AWF Champion of all time!”

JFA: “That’s highly debatable. Ghostal with a rake of the face with his boot laces to HBK, now Ghostal down choking HBK…ref with the count and Ghostal breaks at four. Again, Ghostal with a choke and breaking at four, and again…three straight chokes. Ghostal certainly knows how to bend the rules.”

JHA: “Sign of a true champion!”

JFA: “He’s about as true as the serpent in the Garden of Eden.”

JHA: “…I…you…you actually said that!”

JFA: “Yeah? 48 minutes 27 seconds left, HBK still up 1-0, but Ghostal in real control. Hard shot by Ghostal right to the face. Ghostal scooping HBK up and whipped hard into the corner, HBK staggering out of the corner…out on his feet…and Ghostal with a boot to the gut…hoisting HBK up over his head and a hard falling powerbomb. Cover. !, 2, … NO! HBK Kicks out. Ghostal frustrated. HBK with a lot of resiliency here…grabbing HBK and dragging him to his feet…another hard whip to the buckle…Ghostal following in with a snake eyes! He just scooped HBK up and dumped him face first on the top buckle! Ghostal with that look…and he’s looking to cinch in that sharpshooter.”

JHA: “YEAH! Its all over…we’re about to have a tie!”

JFA: “We very may well, dragging HBK to the center of the ring…sharpshooter applied…and HBK writhing in pain, struggling to get to the ropes…almost there. He’s got them! Ghostal however won’t break…he drags him back to the middle of the ring and continues to maintain the hold. HBK still trying to fight but the fight fading out of him fast, that struggle starting to fade as well, almost like swimming in air, and now he looks as though he’s faded, the motion all but stopped…HBK refusing to tap…checking my watch he’s been in the hold now for 3 and a half minutes.”

JHA: “Check him you idiot ref! HE’S OUT!”

JFA: “The ref checking HBK, arm falls once…arm falls twice…if it falls a third time, Ghostal will have evened the match. Ref checking and DAMNIT! Third time…and we are tied at 1! Ghostal didn’t get the submission he wanted, but he may have gotten something even better!”

JHA: “YEAH! HBK IS OUT LIKE A LIGHT AND GHOSTAL CAN HAVE HIS WAY WITH HIM!”

JFA: “I’m afraid you’re right. Ghostal can do as he pleases. There’s no time outs here, the clock keeps rolling. Ghostal knows this…and he releases the sharpshooter and with that sick smirk on his face his pulls up the battered and unconscious HBK, hoisting him up over his head and slamming him down with the whirlwind! WHIRLWIND! Cover by Ghostal…sick…1, 2, 3! That damn Ghostal! He goes up 2-1 with 40 minutes left.”

JHA: “Ghostal’s going coastal! Its over…40 minutes of ease now! HA HA!”

JFA: “40 minutes is a long time…and I don’t think he’s going to coast. He’s in there with the Show Stoppa…the Icon. He’s in there with a man who’s held every title, he’s a man who’s never quit, not once and he won’t here tonight. This is Archivemania, this is the biggest event of them all and its here in Tokyo. Ghostal trying to capitalize here quickly now again. HBK in tremendous pain, his back and knees have to be nearly shot after that sharpshooter, and I would imagine that his neck isn’t in very good shape either from the whirlwind.”

JHA: “HEY! LOOK AT THIS!”

JFA: “Now what the…that cinches it…Ghostal with a huge smile on his face…the GPA coming in and taking ringside seats. As if Ghostal didn’t have enough going in his favor, the damn GPA just sat down at ringside!”

JHA: “HA HA! Vinny G not only got his buds out here…he got them ringside seats…what a champ!”

JFA: “Change that “a” to a “u” and you know how I feel about him. Ghostal now dragging HBK over to the corner and draping the foot across the bottom rope, leaping into the air and crashing down on the knee…HBK writhing in pain…Ghostal with that sick grin…the gleam in his eye and a second drop…and a third…and now he’s just kicking and stomping the knee…and Brendinio Heat is in massive trouble here.”

JHA: “Now Vinny G is dragging him to the corner! I know what this is!”

JFA: “So do I, and I don’t like it, not one damn bit! Ghostal locking in that figure four, but he’s doing it around the ring post…O’Con screaming out…his knee cap has to have just exploded…come on referee, this isn’t a legal move!”

JHA: “Says who?”

JFA: “Says me!”

JHA: “And who died and made you the grand poobah of AWF rules and regulations?”

JFA: “He has a damn hold around the ring post and he’s on the outside…that’s neither legal or fair! Ref to the outside…breaking the hold…O’Con meanwhile using the ropes to pull himself up, just trying to walk or get to a vertical base to defend himself, but Ghostal with a chop block from behind, attacking that bad wheel. Ghostal with the ankle of Brendinio Heat, and lifting O’Con off the mat, he drives that knee down into the canvas. I tell you, this Ghostal is one demented son of a gun.”

JHA: ‘You know he does a lot of charity work!”

JFA: “…”

JHA: “Mhmmm…he’s a model citizen…a friend to children, the elderly and puppies!”

JFA: “I can’t see that sick human being taking an interest in anyone but himself. He’s now driven the knee into the mat 3 times, 35 minutes 24 seconds left and Ghostal still with that 2-1 lead over O’Con”

JHA: “You know that Ghostal spends a great deal of time with the Center to Nurture and Foster Puppies?”

JFA: “You think I’m a damn idiot and don’t know what you are getting at you sick freak? Pay attention to the match! Ghostal in clear control as he has for a long time, as we are nearly at the half way point and both man showing fatigue…but how much more can HBK take before Ghostal just puts him out. Ghostal on the second rope now, driving his elbow into the knee…you may not like him, but its great strategy. Now Ghostal scooping up HBK and the fallaway slam. Cover…1, 2, and thr…no! Kick out by HBK!”

JHA: “Boy! Ghostal is hella focused!”

JFA: “He is at that. Ghostal looking to punctuate that knee injury with a figure four, but WAIT HBK just pulled a reversal into a small package, 1, 2, thr…NO Ghostal kickout, and proceeds to kick out on O’Con. HBK staggering to his feet, but Ghostal with a short clothesline sends him back down. Now Ghostal pulling HBK up…locked and loaded…and there is that Russian Leg Sweep…reversed so to speak, driving the face down into the fat!”

JHA: “THAT’S IT!”

JFA: “That’s what Ghostal signals…what’s he got cooked up here. Picking up HBK, hoisting him again…vertical suplex…long pause…”

JHA: “THE CUTTING EDGE!”

JFA: “That’s what it is J, the cutting edge, drops O’con with the sit down power bomb conclusion…cover…1, 2, 3! HBK tried to kick out…but with 33 minutes left, Ghostal now leads 3-1.”

JHA: “Nearly to the halfway point…homestretch time!”

JFA: “Ghostal may sense that as well as he drags HBK over into the corner. It has been sheer dominance by the champ since the early advantage HBK had. Ghostal now wrapping the knee again around the bottom rope, goes to the outside and begins to crank away at it. Referee screaming at Ghostal, who breaks at four, rolls in, and then out, then locks in again. Again, bending these rules to suit his needs! Ghostal back in the ring now, dragging O’Con back to the middle of the ring where he locks in the figure four. With 32 minutes left, Ghostal has that figure four after a lengthy softening period on the knee.”

JHA: “Ghostal should just sit in this hold for the last 32 minutes. We’d see him walk out the champ and end HBK’s career!”

JFA: “Well if a fall ends or is scored, he’d have to break the hold.”

JHA: “Why?”

JFA: “Its called rules you half wit. Figure four locked now…HBK will not submit…but what if he passes out again?”

JHA: “What is he doing?”

JFA: “Well he’s pounding his fists, slapping his own face, anything to keep that focus to keep from passing out…referee checking in…HBK in this hold for nearly two minutes now…no tapping. Ghostal getting infuriated with the fact that HBK won’t tap, thus really cranking on the hold! Referee checking again…and the referee calling for the bell!”

JHA: “WHAT? YOU IDIOT!!! LEAVE HIM IN THAT!”

JFA: “The referee determining this fall had reached a point where HBK could not get out and awards a fall to Ghostal, making it 4-1. But Ghostal obviously upset that his intended breaking of HBK didn’t happen. HBK won’t tap out…say what you will about the former DN, neither man quits as we saw earlier tonight with the Game. You have to kill these guys to beat them. Ghostal finally relinquishing the hold and sliding to the outside, now what is he doing?”

JHA: “He’s tired he needs a seat!”

JFA: “HBK has drug himself into the corner, trying to pull himself up, Ghostal in the ring with a steel chair and he unloads on HBK. NOW WHY THE HELL DID HE DO THAT?”

JHA: “Actually…you got me there!”

JFA: “Ghostal busting O’Con wide open, but costing himself a fall as well. Referee issuing a DQ fall to O’Con and the score is 4-2. Ghostal really not seeming to care all that much, for as the referee called the fall Ghostal getting in 3 more good shots to the back and head of the Heart Brend Kid.”

JHA: “You know…I realize that Ghostal wants to soften him up, but really he just handed HBK a fall…instead of a 3 fall lead its only 2. WHY?”

JFA: “For a change J, you make an outstanding point. Ghostal now picking up the carcass that used to be the HBK, Sean O’Con, and whipping him over the top rope, right down in front of the GPA! Ghostal with the referee distracted…but…”

JHA: “What the…”

JFA: “The GPA just sitting there doing nothing…in fact…Divebomb gave HBK a little pat on the back!”

JHA: “HAS THE WORLD GONE MAD!?!”

JFA: “Ghostal looks as stunned as we are, now he goes to the outside and tosses HBK back in the ring. The blood flowing freely from the forehead of HBK now as Ghostal looks to capitalize, he’s hit HBK with everything built a huge lead and now he’s looking to really ram his point home and put this out of reach. HBk trying to collect himself…he’s taking so much punishment…Ghostal calling for it, he wants to nail another Cutting Edge, but HBK squirms free…HBK with a drop kick after freeing himself and now both men again down and each taking a moment to rest and recover!”

JHA: “This is too intense, I can’t watch!”

JFA: “Would you uncover your eyes. Ghostal back up first…shaking the cobwebs…and proceeding to climb the top rope over here on our side, the champion directly above us now…WAIT! HBK kicks himself up to his feet Ghostal in shock as HBK literally runs up the ropes, cinching in the head and neck…OH DEAR GOD…LOOK OUT J!”

The sound cuts out as HBK leaps from the top rope firmly locked with Ghostal and delivers the HDD from the top rope down through the announcers table. Monitors and debris explode everywhere and the two combatants lie in a heap of wires and shattered wood. On the impact, Ghostal himself went face first into a monitor and was busted wide open as he shattered the monitor. The referee rushes outside to check on them. Neither man moves much for a few seconds until HBK starts to get some wind back and begins to turn over. Getting slowly to his feet…HBK looks over at the French Announce Table and begins to smirk.

JHA: “J? You allright? J?”

JFA: “Yeah…I’ll live…I think…we have sound back? What the hell…what a move!”

JHA: ‘Yeah…I think we’re ok…but Ghostal won’t be in a second…if he is already!”

JFA: “HBK with all his strength, tossing Ghostal onto the revamped French Announcers Table…now he’s up there as well…face to face... arms locked in on the chest, a lift up, driving down…SIDE EFFECT! SIDE EFFECT ON THE F.A.T! Ghostal just received the SIDE EFFECT on the table…another table shattered and the referee is screaming at them to get back in the ring…I think the champion may be dead!”

JHA: “No way…Ghostal has the vitality of a thousand John Holmes!”

JFA: “…”

JHA: “Don’t look at me like that! HE DOES!”

JFA: “I don’t even want to know…The French table is shattered…our table is shattered…pieces of J’s monitor are permanently embedded in the Champions face…he’s broken into pieces…HBK not looking much better, as his knee is still practically non-existent…both bloodied…both battered, all for the richest prize in this sport. AND WE STILL HAVE 28 minutes 35 seconds left!”
JHA: “I’m concerned!”

JFA: “You should be! HBK back to his feet, favoring that knee still…crowd firmly behind him…he’s back in the ring with Ghostal now…took a great deal of energy to get the champ back in. I have to say maybe he should have left him out there to get counted out. That isn’t his style though. HBK pulling Ghostal up to his feet, full support…and a second HDD! A SECOND HDD! COVER! 1, 2, 3! And its 4-3 now! Ghostal with just a one fall lead!”

JHA: “I KNEW HE SHOULDN’T HAVE USED THE CHAIR!”

JFA: “Darn right there J, for once you are right on! HBK sensing the kill here…pulls Ghostal to his knees. Lifting him up and falling back into a pile driver…Ghostal limp…cover…1, 2..TIE..NO! Ghostal got his foot on the ropes!”

JHA: WHEW!

JFA: “HBK with a little surprise on his face now…knowing the clock is still ticking he moves quickly to the ropes…to the top…and a fist drop right to the bloodied face of the champion…the crimson mask flowing freely again! Cover…1, 2..thr…NO AGAIN SHOULDER BARELY UP!”

JHA: ‘VINNY G! WHY AREN’T THE GPA HELPING HIM!’

JFA: “Maybe he didn’t pay them too…”

JHA: “…”

JFA: “See? We know what they are all about. O’Con checking the clock…25 minutes left…pace should start to quicken…he needs that one to tie, and two to go ahead. HBK with the champion…HBK trying to stay off that right knee that the champion destroyed earlier…wristlock…pulling Ghostal up into an armwringer…flick kick to the gut…ROCKER DROPPER! ROCKER DROPPER! Cover…1, 2…and NO! Ghostal with his foot again on the bottom rope! Both men showing so much resiliency…so much determination and spirit!”

JHA: (Says nothing…we just hear him hyperventilating)

JFA: “J…get a grip…HBK looking up at the massive countdown next to the Archivetron. He needs another fall…and we have just rushed past 24 minutes…the exhaustion on the faces…Ghostal gasping, in pain…HBK gasping, wincing with every ounce of pressure put on that knee. Ghostal dragging himself to his feet in the corner…the two men…eyes locked…both limping to the middle…and now…a fury of punches…both men rocking each other back…intensity picked up…HBK ducking a punch, swinging behind and a nice back suplex there sends Ghostal back to the mat. Now HBK pulling Ghostal up…locking in a suplex, holding…rolling through…a second…a roll…a third and this time a release. Ghostal bouncing off the ring…clutching his neck. HBK flat on his back trying to loosen the knee up…both trying to get some wind back…fatigue an issue now, in spite of the great condition both men are in.”

JHA: (Still hyperventilating)

JFA: “AND HBK WITH THAT TRADE MARKED LEAP TO HIS FEET! SHAKING HIS HEAD! THE SHO STOPPA IS HERE! THE CROWD IS DEAFENING! Ghostal just sat up and he sees HBK on his feet…Ghostal in shock…shaking his head…both men are going to need transfusions after this is all said and done. We’ve seen them go through tables…we’ve seen them break each other…bloody each other…and there is no backing down now…my colleague is hyperventilating…Ghostal up now…hard charge in…and HBK catches him with an attitude adjuster! ATTITUDE ADJUSTER…Ghostal is in serious trouble…and the GPA just sitting there…I can’t believe it! HBK to the top again…and it looks like he’s going for an elbow drop…he leaps…connected…connected….HBK struggling…cover…1…2…NO! Kickout…Kickout by the champion. 22 minutes left…HBK in disbelief…Ghostal nearly out cold…I don’t know how either man will ever be the same again.”

JHA: “Gho…Gho…”

JFA: “Yes J…HBK to the top again…shrugs on the top…but this time…his knee buckles…Ghostal able to get up and fall into the ropes…just enough time and shake…and MY GOD! HBK falls to the floor! HBK JUST FELL TO THE FLOOR FROM THE TOP ROPE! His knee gave out and he crashed to the floor. Ghostal collapses again in the middle of the ring flat on his back…heaving deeply…wiping the blood from his eyes…HBK face down on the mats around ringside…not moving at all…this is hell folks…absolute hell. If either man can stand tomorrow I will be quite shocked! Ghostal dragging himself to the corner…19 minutes left…and he’s milking this…no effort to stop the count…no effort to get HBK back in…just pulling himself up as HBK gets counted out…referee is on 7…8…9…10! Ghostal goes up 5-3 due to a count out!”

JHA: “Ahhhh….”

JFA: “Feel better?”

JHA: “Oh yeah…”

JFA: “HBK struggling to pull himself in…Ghostal waiting on him with that smirk…that trade marked evil smirk…of that sadist…and he’s calling for it…he wants a second cutting edge…and he hits it…the match is over…a 6-3 lead with 18:05 left would be impossible to recover from…locked…loaded…and delivered…cutting edge…1…2…3!”

JHA: “YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!”

JFA: “6-3 lead for Vin Ghostal as he slumps back into the corner…smirking at the GPA guys…all of whom look rather indifferent. Ghostal taking time…clock running…this is a mistake here…17:32…Ghostal waiting…recovering…and now he says its time for another Cutting Edge…locked…loaded…and delivered…DAMNIT! THIS IS GOING TO BE OVER…Ghostal shaken up a bit on that one…pauses for a moment…now a cover…1…2…NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

JHA: ‘NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

JFA: “HBK JUST KICKED OUT! GHOSTAL IN ABSOLUTE SHOCK…ABSOLUTE RAGE! The sho stoppa just kicked out of the Cutting Edge…Ghostal beating his fists on the apron…and HBK JUST KICKED UP! Ghostal beside himself…eyes wide as a Texas full moon…Ghostal on his knees and with no warning a Heart Brend KICK! Ghostal out…and cover…1…2..3! 6-4! 6-4! 6-4! With 16:00 left…its 6-4! HBK with the burst and collapsing back to the ground. Both down again. HBK though pushing to the corner…pulling himself to his feet. Ghostal doing the same…staggering…out on his feet. HBK slumped into the corner. Now exploding out and tossing Ghostal hard into the corner. HBK slides to the outside…on the apron now…and…SUNSET FLIP INTO A POWERBOMB…what a move! Ghostal down…HBK shaking his head and he’s going topside…with that knee…this isn’t wise…on top…nearly buckling…but there he goes! MOONSAULT! Perfect landing…perfect contact! Cover…1…2…3! 6-5! HE’S COMING BACK! HAVE YOU EVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS J?”

JHA: (THUD)

JFA: “Well J, just passed out…I have never seen anything like this…ARCHIVEMANIA! That’s why he’s Brendinio Heat! 15 minutes and he’s within 1! Ghostal has to be wondering where his backup is…they’ve just sat there. HBK now trying to get one more in quick with the momentum on his side…pulling Ghostal up…but Ghostal with a thumb to the eye…and STUNNER! THAT SNEAKY THEIF…STEALING STONE COLD’S MOVE! What a bas**rd! HBK bouncing nearly two feet in the air after that…and both down again. Ghostal trying to capitalize here. A cover…1…2…and…thr…NOOOO! KICKOUT HE KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT! Ghostal livid…but HBK kicked out! That’s what you get for stealing moves! Ghostal up…and a piledriver delivered…cover…1..2…NOOOOOOO! AGAIN! HUGE KICKOUT…GHOSTAL GOING BALISTIC…starting to menace the referee…if he touches him we have a tie ball game…ref telling him that. Ghostal ready to pop. Ghostal kicking the ropes…stomping to the outside and he’s out here now smashing the time keepers table…ref ordering him back in or it will cost him a fall. JHA is out…HBK is out…Ghostal is out of his mind and we have 14 minutes left here…action is fast and frantic now…Ghostal just can’t get over this though…a stunner…a pile driver…two covers…in under a minute and he can’t get a fall out of it! Ghostal now dragging HBK into the center of the ring and locking in that figure four again…cranking it this time…and if he can keep this on he can either get another fall or wear down that clock…either way…nothing but blue skies and sunshine for Ghostal. Ghostal cranking away now…HBK writhing on the mat in agony. Ghostal with that hold cinched so well, he knows how to apply so much pain and pressure to that kneecap. HBK has to get out…he has no choice, he can’t sit in this as the clock winds down…13:05 left and Ghostal really sitting on it…now Ghostal reaching back for the ropes and pulling on them! COME ON REF! ADDED PRESSURE BY GHOSTAL! Damn him! Ref looks up, but Ghostal releases and denies holding the ropes. HBK won’t tap, but how long can he handle this pain? How long can he stay awake and focused? Ghostal reaching back again as the ref checks on HBK, pulling away HBK slamming his fists down in pain…back exposed to the mat…ref counts, 1, 2…HBK sits up and Ghostal releases the ropes so the ref doesn’t see him again. Ref back checking on HBK and Ghostal again with the ropes, that cranking away, this time the ref sees him and the ref kicks his hands to free them up. HBK with a burst of life, now trying to turn the hold over, the crowd on its feet here, HBK turning…TURNING…TURNING…YES ITS OVER! Pressure on Ghostal now…Ghostal forced to break the hold and shake off the effects. Ghostal did what he wanted though…he killed the clock 9:09 now, effective clock management strategy there. JHA is still out folks. I can’t believe he’s missing this just cause his boy can’t put away the Heart Brend Kid! Ghostal in one corner and the O’Con still on the mat. Ghostal looks at the scoreboard, he knows he has that 1 fall lead and he must hold it for 8:57. HBK has to get two falls to win…there is no overtime here folks a draw goes to the champion I believe, I don’t know for sure. Ghostal now with crushing punches to the head of the rising HBK, but O’Con seems to be shrugging them off and encouraging more! Ghostal with those hard rights…one of the best punches in the business, but still O’Con begging for more. Now a block by HBK and a return punch…another by Ghostal, block and return, now HBK commencing to chop away at Ghostal. Hard punches by HBK and now a whip to the ropes and a belly to belly overhead throw by HBK. Cover, a two count, nothing more as Ghostal manages to get out.”

From the back former ECW great Joey Styles comes and takes over for JHA.

Joey: “J…how the hell are you?”

JFA: “Joey Styles? What the hell are you doing here?”

JHA: “Well I came to see my buddy the Game…since you started to lose your voice and your partner is no help to you cause he spent all last night in some bath house and couldn’t handle the excitement, the Game and your new boss sent me out here to call the match…and what a match!”

JFA: “Darn right Joey…O’Con has that armwringer again…”

Joey: We know what that means…and there it is…Rocker Dropper! Cover…1…2…and so close…a near fall by the challenger. Ghostal showing the heart of a champion with that kickout. Like him or hate him, he knows the situation and he knows how to win.”

JFA: “Absolutely! HBK bringing Ghostal up to his feet again, and a powerbomb!”

Joey: “Hands locked!”

JFA: “YES! Hands locked, powering him up…knee shaking but able to drop Ghostal again…DOUBLE POWERBOMB!”

Joey: “Deadly move there…not one but two power bombs and that’s gotta take a toll…7 minutes even here. Cover…1….2….and again…another near fall and the challenger has to see that window slipping. Ghostal knows he has to hold on for dear life here.”

JFA: “Absolutely, cause its all about pride, its about the gold…the right to be the best.”

Joey: “Amen to that J!”

JFA: “HBK with gut wrench into a free style suplex cover…quick kick out by Ghostal after 2.”

Joey: “Great mat wrestling here, combo of big moves and using great amateur technique to set them up!”

JFA: “Certainly was…this is how it should be!”

Joey: “Great wrestling action?”

JFA: ‘Yes…and an announcer that is focused on more than lying, cheating, and puppies! We’re at 5:45 here…frantic pace as HBK tries to get that next fall. Desperation setting in as we’ve seen him hit him with everything but the kitchen sink.”

Joey: “Good thing we aren’t in Philly then…”

JFA: “That actually happened there?”

Joey: “Mhmm…”

JFA: “Damn. Back at it here…Ghostal trying to avoid anything, sliding to the outside…but HBK dashing to the ropes, leaps over the top and headfirst dive into Ghostal, sending Ghostal into the guard rail. HBK buffered by Ghostal’s body able to get back up and toss Ghostal into the ring.”

Joey: “Sound attack there, tremendous idea, and perfect execution by the challenger!”

JFA: “Cover here 1…2…and no! Kickout by the champion. 4:46 left in the match, and both men showing it now. So much given here, bodies nearly broken in half and HBK must get that next fall…he must. Ghostal holding on so well though, able to power through everything O’Con has thrown at him here in the last few minutes. Winding down to who wants it more. He has what it takes to go over the top and finish this.”

Joey: “The most grueling contest in professional wrestling, these Iron Man Matches are not for the faint of heart or the weak of will.”

JFA: “So true Joey! O’Con now whipping Ghostal to the ropes, Ghostal ducks a clothesline then hits a chop block the knee again! O’Con is down clutching that knee that Ghostal has gone back to over and over!”

Joey: “Shades of the Four Horsemen there, taking out a body part and coming back to it every chance!”

JFA: ‘Sound attack and it keep HBK off him for a little while. 3:16 left in this one and we can see Ghostal is just trying to avoid contact…avoid a pinfall predicament…keep away from an HDD or Heart Brend Kick…keep the lead and keep O’Con on the mat.’

Joey: “Great way to do it too…take out a knee and wear him down…grind the clock, like a great football team wearing the clock with a running attack!”

JFA: “Too true! Joey, great to have you here to witness history with me! Ghostal now, hoisting O’Con onto his shoulder…what’s he doing here? OH NO! Death Valley DRIVER! DVD! DVD!”

Joey: “A devastating move to say the least! Cover…1…2….and…No! Challenger escapes the near fall attempt by the champion and HBK is so good at surviving certain defeat!”

JFA: “like a cat with nine lives he keeps coming! Now Ghostal sees we are nearly at the two minute warning here…the clock his ally now…if he can just keep O’Con on the mat…and what better way to do it but with that figure four!”

Joey: “SO much damage already with that move…this would end the match for certain!”

JFA: “I agree…he could lock it on and wind it all down…he’s going for it…but wait! HBK reverses…small package…1..2..”

Joey: ‘Nope! So close!’

JFA: “So close to getting this thing tied…2 minute warning sounds and Ghostal looks uncertain as to what to do now. He’s tried so much…he’s tried everything and this man still comes back. Both men have survived a war in this ring. An inspired effort here for the fans…for the gold…for the glory!”

Joey: “Too true J, the competitive fires burning brightly. Ghostal looks like he wants to try one more Cutting Edge!”

JFA: “That he does, trying to lock in the suplex, HBK blocks…and drags Ghostal down!”

Joey: “With a page from his former DN mate no less…the end game applied!”

JFA: “Straight out of G91’s textbook, the end game, that cross face submission applied now. Cranking back on Ghostal, the neck and back arched backwards…Ghostal wants to tap…”

Joey: “He taps its tied!”

JFA: “Tap out! Ghostal digging down…I’m not sure if HBK has the strength to lock it in and really secure it as Ghostal pushing towards the ropes. And he…has them!”

Joey: “Folks we have one minute left…that End Game had to have taken a heavy toll on Ghostal!”

JFA: “Is it enough…clock winding away…Ghostal trying to keep away…HBK with a scoop slam…40 seconds left…Ghostal goes for a wild punch…HBK ducks under…and…WHAT?”

Joey: “WHIRLWIND!”

JFA: “YES! IT WAS! WHIRLWIND! HBK WITH THE WHIRLWIND…cover…1…2…3! TIED!”

Joey: “HBK just tied this match at 6 falls each with Ghostal’s own move!”

JFA: ‘Sweet justice prevails…and we only have 30 seconds left…both men exhausted…Sean O’Con staggering up, Ghostal doing the same…the crowd counting down from 20…19…18…Ghostal lunges forward with a clothesline attempt, HBK ducks under…14…13…12…”

Joey: “10 seconds left…Ghostal with another attempt…off the ropes…misses one…furious attempt…HBK ducks…Ghostal off the ropes again…”

Joey & JFA: “HEART BREND KICK!”
JFA: “He got it…he got it…5 seconds…cover…4…seconds…ref down…1…2…3! The clock expired as the ref’s hand came down…the ref’s hand came down right as the clock struck zero…the heart break kid wins!”

Joey: “I Don’t Believe This! NEW CHAMPION!”

Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car, it looks so easy,
Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car tonight,
Filmstar, giving it class, living it fast, it looks so easy,
Filmstar, giving it class, living it fast tonight.

What to believe in, it's impossible to say?
What to believe in when they change your name,
wash your brain, play the game again, yeah, yeah, yeah

RA: “The winner of the match…and NEW AWF CHAMPION…the Heart Brend Kid…Sean…O’Con!

Filmstar, elegance, a terylene shirt, it looks so easy,
Filmstar, an elegant sir in a terylene shirt tonight,
Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car, it looks so easy,
Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car tonight.

What to believe in, it's impossible to say?
What to believe in when they change your name,
wash your brain, play the game again,
Yeah, yeah, yeah...


JFA: “It’s the dream of every superstar to someday, climb that ladder and join that club. Today Sean O’Con has done that!”

Joey: “I have to mention that with that last fall…the GPA got up and left and Ghostal looked on in shock and anger!”

JHA: “And Ghostal’s going after ‘em!”

Joey: “Here comes Scout from the back to celebrate and the two teammates hug in the ring…there may be no D-Next…but there is still a bond of friendship there…these two still stand together…and I’m sure the Game is watching somewhere…probably from some hospital room…sharing his friends joy…”

JFA: “We’ve seen so much tonight…titles changing hands…the return of an icon to the ring…and right here…we saw Vin Ghostal and Sean O’Con battle each other for 60 minutes…HBK had to over come a huge deficit, but he did it…folks we are out of here…but before we go…we leave you with the Archivemania Theme Song Edge of the Earth by 30 Seconds to Mars…as we show you the highlights of this classic night…thank folks, for Lisa Lovelace, Keith Kincaid, JHA, Joey Styles, and Myself…so long!

The theme song plays as the broadcast closes to images from the matches through out the night.
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no.

no.

this can't be.

noooo.
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*CloudStrifer is sitting in his chair, with a bear skin on his shoulders. This time 5 Huskrals stand beside him. *

Odin be praised! This war is over! *The 5 huskrals raise thier weapons and give a big war car and sound pleased* These are my gift from Odin and the Gods. They are pleased that OP is gone long gone. It is time to move up and conquer more! Time for the clebrations to begin! *Cloud's wife and 2 kids appear. He hugs them and starts talking to them. He looks at the camera* I have defeated Plas, Bombers and now OP, it is time to fight bigger prey!

*Black screen apears as the various tattos shine bright with some one saying like an old man He has done well, We are pleased. His madness ends for 5 days so he can rejoice. Prasie The Norse God and fear the wrath!
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Screwed. Screwed by the lowlife scum, screwed by the ref. Just screwed. But hey, the Wonder aint one to get depressed, saddened, or stuck in a rut. That's for losers, but know this Viewfind. The score is yet to be settled, and I will be back.

*storms off*

(OOC: Has any match ever been won by a countout in the AWF before? There's a first I think. I've not read the rest yet - It'll probably take me a few days actually :) It's mammoth. But the intro and my match were both excellent. So far, so good. I'll be back with more OOC comments later)
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Originally posted by Vin Ghostal
no.

no.

this can't be.

noooo.


Yes!

Yes!

It can be! It is!

Yessss!

It's hard to be humble when you're the greatest the world's ever seen, but I'd just like to thank Vin Ghostal for being such a **** and by doing so making this all the more sweet!

I'm dedicating this win - along with... this *taps belt* - to every wrestler ever screwed over by Casper... to everybody who believed I could do it... to the Game and the rest of what used to be D-Generation Next, yes even the guys we kicked out for being planks... but most importantly, to all the fans.

Right now, I'm off to get my knee scoped and some stitches put in... they let you have alcohol in hospital, right?

But, before I go... I just want to ask a question - Casper, how does it feel? How does it feel to know that I'm the AWF Champion... the real icon... the show stopper... the main event... the Highlight of the whole goddamn night... AND YOU'RE NOT!!
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Post by Ravage »

Well Bombers, you beat me in my own match. Either way you were the better man and I can accept that. Congrats man.

*OOC Great show better than what most of us watched Sunday*
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Post by Cyberstrike nTo »

OOC: This is going to be the last mention of the X-WCW from me for a while.

IC:
Wolfgang you beat me in Hell's Chamber but don't get use that gold it will be not be yours for a while and since I get a rematch agaist you it will be another Hell's Chamber match.


OOC: The Hell's Chamber is the new name for the Hell's Cell
a five star show. :cool:
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(OOC: I sent this to MSWord. This thing is 79 PAGES! :eek: My print cartridge is gonna suffer big time! :p Also, posting with Arcee's permission.)

(The Mad Bomber, bruised and bleeding, heads to his hog, jumps on it, and is about to leave when Lisa Lovelace arrives on the scene)

LL: Bomber, Bomber, you just destroyed Ravage in what may have been your most intense match ever. What are you going to do now?

(Bombshell shoots a glance at Lisa)

BS: Well, Lisa, I sure ain't gonna go to Disneyland. I'm gonna go after all the other AWF superstars, and leave them beaten and battered just like Big Daddy Rav did tonight. But I ain't gonna do it alone.

(At this point, a woman decked out in the same style getup as the Mad Bomber comes in, sits down on the 'Shell man's hog, and plants a big wet kiss on the lips of The Mad Bomber)

BS: You see Lisa, Me and Arcee here are going to run wild all over the AWF, and there ain't gonna be no one that can stop us.

('Shell guns the engine, scaring Lisa out of her wits, and speeds off, Arcee holding on to 'Shell as the bike rockets off)
Originally posted by Ravage


*OOC Great show better than what most of us watched Sunday*


*agrees*

:D
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Post by Computron »

yes, can you feel it, CompuFire are once more champions, and we haven't simply been gifted these, oh No, both The Fire and I have taken on whoever thought they could handle us and "educated" them otherwise.

NWA, Lock and King, many other Jobbers, the list of failed attempts to unsurp CompuFire as the most indestructable tag team ever is getting rather long

**Polishes belt**
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In The Hospital...

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OOC: OHHHHHHHHHHHH WHAT A LOVELY SHOW. GREAT SHOW FANTASTIC I DON'T KNOW REALLY WHAT TO SAY EXCEPT FOR MANIA GREAT MANIA GREAT!!!

IC:

[Doctors are rushing about the room frantically... trying to revive OP]


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| \/ |

Doc1: Prognosis!!!?
Doc2: We're losing him.
Doc1: Shock him. 230Volts.
Doc2: That could kill him for sure.
Doc1: In my mind this man's already dead.... now 230 volts quickly.

[Doc2 shocks OP]

Doc2: No Effect.
Doc1: Damn!

|_____/\ /\/\ /\_|
| \/ \/ \/ |
[Doc1 starts punching OP]

Doc1: Get up damnit!
Doc2: (GULP) I think... he's dead....

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Post by Strafe »

There were many doubts...how could Strafe hope to compare against a former AWF Champion? How could this match even hope to be fair? Isn't Strafe going to lose in 30 seconds?

Well those doubts have been laid to rest. Y3Bitch couldn't pin me. He couldn't make me submit. He couldn't make me surrender. He couldn't beat me. The ref ended that match, not Blaster.

And the best part is that deep down, Blaster knows I'm right. He could not beat me. Next time we face each other we're going to finish what has just started today. And Blaster has no choice in the matter, for he can not stand to let an American stand and smacktalk him. And I promise next time the match won't end in a quasi-draw...it's going to end with Blaster on the mat, destroyed.

OOC: Damn! That was incredible! Windy's match was just hilarious, and everyone elses matches were extremely well written and highly enjoyable! Amazing!
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Post by God Jinrai »

Close...but not close enough... Six...Mat... I'll give you that.... No griping about how it took the both of you to finish me off... just a simple nod of acknowledgement...


Game... there's nothing I can say... Nothing I can say that'll make up for the doubts I had... and shame's overcome me because of it... With DN all but gone... maybe it's time for this giant to fade into the night.

HBK... you got what you deserved, pal... every single ounce of gold mounted on that strap... and you deserve every bit of it. Congrats.

Been Boastful... seems your buddies in the GPA have a sense of dignity and honor after all. Before I fade out forever... You're going to have to face me one more time. one more time... to the finish. and you're gonna be humbled just like you were tonight...


To the writters and staff and all of the supahstahs of the AWF... Thankyou. A show like this doesn't go without serious talent and planning out the wazoo.
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Post by Sir Auros »

I told you I'd punk you out Plas, but since I won, you'll be able to drive your car to the hospital to get that jaw worked on.

Strafe, it's exceedingly nice to see a pendejo like you in pain and disgrace, and if you and Plas are the best representatives Pulp Faction has to offer...then no wonder you're a joke...
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ooc: Finally, once I get back from me interview Im heading straight here. I skimmed over every post in here so as to not see spoilers. :cool:
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