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Mayhem live from Winston Salem North Carolina opens with the Commissioner sitting at his desk with a somber demeanor.

G91: “On Saturday, February 1, 2003…the space shuttle Columbia broke apart and killed the seven brave individuals who were living the dream of so many people around the world. It was a tragic loss and the thoughts and prayers of the AWF go out to the families of those who lost their lives. They will be missed…to open the show, we will honor the memory of the crew of shuttle Columbia with the tolling of the bells as is a custom in our business to honor those who pass on…God speed to them all on their next journey…”

The ring bell tolls 10 times and fades the camera fades to black.

The camera fades back in with the final toll and the JFA welcomes us to the broadcast.

JFA: “Ladies and gentlemen thank you for joining us here in Winston Salem North Carolina for Monday Night Mayhem. We have a great show for you here tonight, cause that’s what we do…we’re here to entertain! So without any further ado, let’s get to the ring.”

its time to play the Game…its time to PLAY THE GAME!

JFA: ‘The familiar sounds of Motorhead fill the arena and the Game is out here early to address the crowd.’

G91: “Winston Salem! Are you ready?”

JFA: “You’re darn right they are!”

G91: “I SAID ARE YOU READY?”

JHA: “Get on with this…”

G91: “Then…for the thousands in attendance, for the millions watching at home…ladies and gentlemen…llllllllllllllllet’s get ready to…no…not tonight. Let’s just get right to it shall we. Firstly, the bad news, we were supposed to have Stone Cold and Bombshell for you tonight, but unfortunately, Stone Cold was doing a promotional stop in the Mid West and was caught in a snow delay. However, it gives me great pleasure to tell you that Bombshell and Stone Cold will face each other as part of the double main event on Warzone this week. Now then, point two…Mr. Reilly…Reilly, you know…you really pulled a fast one there at Edge of Survival. I bet you think you are just all that…hmmm…well guess what? You reap what you sow Reilly, and for your little stunt at EoS, I’ve decided its time for you to settle up. Firstly, you have a match tonight…a hardcore match…against God Jinrai!”

JHA: “WHAT?!?”

G91: “Oh…and I said something about a double main event at Mayhem…well you are in the other part of that main event…and you will be in a tag team match. Your partner? The Big Ragebowski…your opposition? None other than Brendinio Heat, Sean O’Con and Scout!”

JFA & JHA: “WHAT?!?”

G91: “Oh and one more thing…if you can manage to win just one of those matches…I’ll let you keep that title shot you “earned.” Just one. BUT, you lose em both…forget about…oh…and one more thing…I’ve decided that if Mirage gets pinned in that tag match on Warzone, then whoever pins him gets an IC title shot at next weeks mayhem…and just to make it fair, you have a special guest referee, someone who can keep order…someone like…say…Ravage! Have a nice day!”

JHA: “He can’t do that!”

JFA: “He just did J, he just did! Let’s jet to our first match!"

Tag Team Number 1 Contenders Match: Mat Man and QuickSwitch Vs. The NWA

The bell rings to get everyone attention to the ringto start the first match.

JRA: The first tonight match is a Tag team match with the winner becoming the #1Contenders to the AWF Tag Team Championships. Coming to the ring first from the Gobots Protection Agency THE N W A!

The immigrant song hits as the GPA are greeted by boos from the crowd.

JFA: A warm welcome for these two GPA stoners it seems.
JHA: Bah these people just don’t like greatness it’s an inferiority complex.

Prowl? and Divebomb go down to the ring looking very confident sliding under the bottom rope Divebomb turning to face the stage as Prowl? Calls for a mic. He gets it and begins to talk.

“Yo you all listen up. Y’see we be tired of kickein’ those boys from the pulp factions’ ass so we’re here to beat them good then go one and get what me and my Homeboy Divebomb and I deserve. The Tag titles so why don’t the crap man and his buddy get down here so we can kick their ass HOLLA!”

JHA: There’s my man Prowl? Telling it like it is
JFA: OR how he sees it when he is doing hallucinogens

And their Opponents representing Pulp-Faction Mat Man and QuickSwitch!

Funky town starts and the crowd begins to cheer for the two as they burst out from behind the curtain charging down to the ring and sliding in through the bottom rope and are quickly met by boots from their NWA opponents.

JFA: The match underway now and the NWA are quick to go to work on the two Pulp Faction members. You have to wonder how fair this match will be.
JHA: Completely fair unless those slimy pulp-faction fools pull something.
JFA: All four men are on their feet throwing punches now and the Ref has separated Quickswitch and Divebomb and ordered them to their respective corners.

As the two men climb to the outside the Ref signals the times keeper the ring the bell as Nmathew and Prowl? keep through rights and lefts at each other until Prowl? has the clear advantage and the Mat man stumbles back. Prowl? Delivers a haymaker knocking the pulp faction member down. Prowl? Bends over grabbing Mat by the hair and pulling him up and delivering a swift belly to back suplex letting him hit the canvas with a solid thud.

JFA: Prowl? In control for the NWA right now.
JHA: Just as he said he would
JFA: This match just started you are judging a little early aren’t you?
JHA: Nope I trust the NWA will take care of these two quickly.

Prowl? pulls the Mat Man back to his feet and throws him into the ropes and follows up with a devastating clothes line dropping down for a pin but only getting a two count. He gets back up quickly grabbing his opponent and dragging him to the corner and tagging Divebomb in.

JFA: Tag here, NWA dominating early on here.
JHA: As they will later on if they toy with them for that long anyways.

Divebomb climbs through the ropes and starts too put the boots too Nmathew as Prowl? steps out. Divebomb taunts the downed opponent grabbing his arms and pulling him to the center of the ring and picking him back up and locking Mat into for a vertical suplex. He goes to lift him but Mat locks his leg around Divebomb’s, Divebomb tries again for the same result. Nmat catches him off guard as he reverses the move lifting Divebomb up and bringing him back down both hitting the mat with a thud. Divebomb shows little pain and both are fairly quick back to their feet.

JFA: Good counter by Nmat there but it did little to the Norseman as he didn’t stay down for long.
JHA: Cause they here to win ain’t no Puny drop gonna stop them!

They lock up again Nmat this time gaining the Advantage and giving chops across Divebomb’s chest pushing him to the corner then going to whip him to the other side but it is reversed and Divebomb pulls a full 360 and throws Nmat back into the corner he was in then running and throwing his body at him causing Nmat to bounce back out and land flat on his face in the ring.

JHA: Yeah you show ‘em Divebomb!
JFA: Good move by Divebomb to get back on top.

Divebomb wastes little time pulling Nmat up and talking smack to him then whipping him into the ropes and telegraphing for the back body drop and is hit in the jaw with Nmats foot. He comes up and Nmat slips behind him hitting a strong over the head belly to back suplex both men laying there stunned Divebomb starting to get back into it first.

JFA: Both men down here, that was a devastating suplex by The Mat man.
JHA: Minor set back in the Run for gold.
JFA: Quickswitch has his hands reaching down to his partner who is slowly going for the tag.
JHA: YE-HAAH! Divebomb is gonna tag first.

The tag is heard as Prowl? gets back into the ring and drags Nmat back into the ring picking him up but Nmat slides out of his grip getting beside Prowl? and delivering a Russian leg sweep then getting back up and quickly getting back up and tagging in Quickswitch the crowd cheering as the fresh man gets through the ropes clothes lining the rising Prowl? and throwing a shoulder block into the still bewildered Divebomb knocking him to the floor.

JFA: Quickswitch coming in with a full head of steam taking both men down
JHA: He hit someone on the outside, that’s not fair at all!

Quickswitch turns around dropping ontop of Prowl?

JFA: Pin by Quickswitch 1…. 2….. kick out by the NWA member
JHA: Yeah! No surrender!

Quick switch gets up pulling Prowl? up with him delivering an atomic drop to the NWA member causing him to bounce up and stumble forward landing on his face. Quickswitch follows to where he lands and grabs his leg and pulls him to the center of the ring lifting him up and delivering a kick to the gut spinning him around and delivering a belly to back brain buster Prowl? Sprawling on the mat as Quickswitch dives over for the pin.

JFA: What a move by Quickswitch and here’s the pin this may be it right here 1…2…. No! Divebomb gets back in to break up the count. Here comes Nmat.
JHA: Good ref Nmat is trying to cheat don’t let him in.
JFA: What is this?! Stop Divebomb.

Divebomb pulls Quickswitch up after stomping on him and beginning laying into him with a hard clothes line. The red then turns around and pushes Divebomb out of the ring and he gives little argument as Prowl? begins to move in the ring.

JFA: Both men down now after some questionable moves by the referee and he is administering the count
JHA: That wasn’t questionable it was perfectly fine.

Prowl? slowly gets up as Quickswitch is still lain out from the swift clothes line by Divebomb. Prowl? Stumbles over to his corner after half a minute of getting to his feet. Nmat yelling at Quick switch who is only now starting to come too. Prowl? Slaps the hand of his partner as he jumps in and the boos chant as Divebomb goes through the ropes pulling Quickswitch up hitting a strong snap suplex then rolling him up getting a two count.

JFA: Nice move by Divebomb and a quick pin for a two count the NWA back in control now.
JHA: You’re fooling know one anyone with mild intelligence can see they have been in control this whole time.
JFA: So Prowl? Almost going down for the three
JHA: You’re a fool if you think he almost lost!
JFA: Mmmmm riiight.
Divebomb slaps the mat as he got up walking over getting in refs face telling him it was a 2 count and no more Divebomb turns around to see Quickswitch getting back to his feet. He grabs him by the back up the head and puts him in a headlock and falls back delivering a DDT then pinning him again and again getting a 2 count.

JFA: The crowd really getting behind Quickswitch here!
JHA: Ofcourse, they are all idiots they all cheer for losers.
JFA: These two are fighting so hard I don’t think they are losers I think they are two fierce competitors.
JHA: I think they are about to lose.

Divebomb evidently frustrated now getting up and shoving the ref who the lambastes him and threatens to disqualify both him and Prowl?.

JFA: Divebomb losing it here.
JHA: Cause the ref is bias he is making slow counts!
JFA: The counts are fine! Prowl? Trying to get his frustrated partner out of the ring now leaning over for the tag.
JHA: Good teamwork, working against the stacked odds of a bias ref!
JFA: Whatever. Tag made Prowl? back in the ring and quick to putting the boots to Quickswitch followed with a choke hold.

The choke is held as long as it can before he would be disqualified then he lets go and lifts up the dazed Quickswitch hitting a sidewalk slam and lifting his leg getting too two before NMat hopped in dragging Prowl? off QS which got the crowd cheering again. Divebomb hopping through the ropes throwing a clothes line at Nmat but he ducks it and delivers a huge back body drop tossing Divebomb over the top ropes and to the floor. Prowl? makes a bid at Nmat but is met with a spine buster. The ref then forces Nmat to the apron where Divebomb is climbing back up on the other side of the corner.

JFA: And Mat Man just came out of no where there taking both NWA men down Quickswitch slowly getting up Nmat getting the crowd going by stamping his foot.
JHA: HE INTERRUPTED A COUNT DQ THEM!
JFA: I don’t think that’s gonna help. Prowl? Starting to stir Divebomb climbing around the apron awaiting the tag he is still fresh!

Quickswitch gets to his knees and begins to Crawl extending his arm and getting the tag the Crowd going into an uproar. Nmathew jumps over the ropes as Prowl? gets a Tag to Divebomb and they run at each other Divebomb goes for a clothes line but Mat ducks and hits the ropes on the other side and as he comes back at Divebomb and hits a diving Clothes line hitting the Norseman to the mat hard then bouncing back up and applying the Double Chicken wing to Divebomb causing him to cry out.

JFA: Submission maneuver here by Nmat and it looks like Divebombs gonna tap.
JHA: PROWL? DO SOMETHING! THESE TWO CAN’T BEAT YOU!
JFA: I don’t think he can hear you. Divebomb extending his leg out trying to reach the bottom rope!
JHA: Prowl? What are you doing don’t drop off the apron help him!
JFA: I think Prowl? is running!
JHA: The trai… Oh why did I ever doubt him!
JFA: You wanna talk cheating that is cheating! He just put Divebomb’s leg on the bottom rope and called the ref’s attention too it!
JHA: Master planning it isn’t cheating it’s…… fair play yeah!
JFA: Either way Nmathew has been ordered to break the hold which he has done.

Nmathew releases the hold then goes right back to work on the GPA man pulling him back to his feet and hitting him with chops across the chest causing him to fall back to the corner after the successive chops. Nmat then whips him to the other corner where Divebomb puts his arms up to protect his chest causing him to bounce back out into a belly to back suplex by the Mat man who gets right back up picking up the Daze Divebomb and lifting him up and hitting him with a Firemans carry DDT.

JFA: This match is not going to be on much longer now, Nmat is in definite control here and both Prowl? and Divebomb are tired.
JHA: And why isn’t he? He got his butt kicked earlier! He should be disqualified for using illegal drugs to help himself!
JFA: I don’t think that’s gonna hold he is running on adrenaline here.
JHA: How do you know?!
JFA: Cause Pulp Faction aren’t the drug users.
JHA: Then who is?
JFA: Your GPA buddies!
JHA: I don’t buy that!

As the two J’s squabble Nmat grabs Divebomb and hoists him back up and dragging him towards the ropes and setting him on the top rope.

JFA: Just smell the air as they walk by even it reeks of drugs! Wait Nmat is going for it here. He is going for Death’s Kiss!
JHA: No No No NO!
JFA: He is setting up and… No!
JHA: YES!
JFA: Prowl? just pushed Nmat back done from the top and that was a sickening sound of him landing.

Divebomb drops down landing on his stomach as he starts to crawl to Prowl? for the tag.

JHA: Come on Divebomb make that tag!
JFA: Wait! Quickswitch has made his way around the ring and…
JHA: ILLEGAL! ILLEGAL!
JFA: He just pulled Prowl? Off the Apron and nailed him with a large right hand!
JHA: Not fair!
Quickswitch begins to wail on Prowl? as the ref can’t do anything about it up to five for the count of both men being down. He gets another second in before Divebomb climbs to a vertical base. Summing up all his energy and walking over to Mat Man and hoisting him up.

JFA: Divebomb lifting Nmat up in the center ring as Prowl? and QS continue to fight outside.
JHA: Divebomb is gonna win this now I just know it!
JFA: Watch it!

Prowl? bounces QS head off the Announce table as Divebomb sets Nmat up for the Edge and gets read to hit him but Nmat wriggles and worms up and slips out of Divebombs arm then rolls up the NWA man.

JFA: Wait a second Mat Man slipped out.. Roll up! 1….2….3! HE GOT IT!
JHA: NO DAMMIT WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT! They cheated! They had to!

Funky Town blares Prowl? looks back furiously only to get hit across the head by a chair by Quickswitch Nmathew sliding out of the ring before Divebomb can get him as they make for the Ramp the fans cheering.

Backstage
Viewfind: "What the hell was that shiznit?!?"

Unicron: "Word, that was totally whack bro..."

G91: "Hey boys...great show. Say...shouldn't you be warming up right about now...you boys are up next!"

Viewfind: "Yo homeslice...whatca gonna do about that foo?"

G91: "Nothing...and you're going to like...get in the ring..."

G91 begins to walk away...

Viewfind: "That homie's..."

G91: "SUCKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"

JFA: "What a grudge match! And its next!"

A promo plays announcing that tickets for Archivemania have been sold out!

Windcharger & Strafe vs. Viewfind & Unicron

JFA: We're about to continue the long going feud between Pulp Fiction and the G.P.A right here right now!
JHA: That's whacked.

Linkin Park's 'Papercut' hits to the sound of a lovable cheer from the crowd.

RA: "The following Tag-Team contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, they are from Chicago, Illinois and South Wales respectively, representing Pulp Faction, Strafe and Windcharger!"

The two Pulp Faction members stand proudly on the turnbuckles as 'Papercut' is interrupted by boos as DMX's 'Party Up' hits.

RA: "And their opponents, making their way down the aisle at this time, accompanied to the ring by some of the finest hoes money can buy, from Philly, representing the G.P.A., Unicron and Viewfind!"

Unicron and Viewfind immediately hit the ring and get the upper hand on Pulp Faction, the G.P.A. send them to the ropes and deliver two clotheslines simultaneously.

JFA: Ouch, the GPA are looking to kick some Pulp Faction ass.
JHA: Bo yeah!

The ref finally gets things under control and sends Unicron and Windcharger out of the ring which leaves the two rivals Viewfind and Strafe to battle it out in the ring.

JFA: Just like old times right here, Viewfind now, he lifts Strafe up into the air, and brings him crashing back down for a suplex!
JHA: Holla that yo! Viewfind be so zany, he's off da hook yo!
JFA: Dude, your white, it's just that your so un-intelligible you just can't get it through your skull. Now holla THAT!

As the announcers bicker away, Strafe springs up and connects with a spinning heel kick to Viewfind's head and then goes to make the tag to Windcharger as Viewfind makes the tag to Unicron.

JFA: The two fresh men in now, Windcharger dashes for Unicron only to be met with the bottom of Unicron's foot.
JHA: The G.P.A. be burning phatty's tonight baby!

Windcharger shakes it off as he manages to pick Unicron up for a bodyslam! Feeling proud with himself, he goes for another one, but this time Unicron floats over and counters it with an atomic drop/belly to back suplex combo. As Windcharger cries out in pain, Unicron makes a cover, 1...2...Windcharger kicks out. Keeping a consistent pace of dominance Unicron tags Viewfind back in, who comes flying off the top-rope with an elbow drop. Another cover, 1...2...Strafe breaks up the pinning predicament.

JFA: Strafe irritating Viewfind to no end now.
JHA: Strafe's just an inconvenience, he's needs to be fired and soon.
JFA: Viewfind now, has Windcharger in a front face lock, he spits at Strafe and plants Windcharger right on his head with a thunderous DDT.

With Windcharger out of the picture, Viewfind begins to taunt Strafe with obscene gestures as the crowd start up a chant of "You're a white boy". Showing offence, Viewfind turns his attention to the crowd and begins to abuse them instead, however Windcharger digs deep, springs up and decks Viewfind with a clothesline and makes the tag to Strafe to the sound of roaring cheers from the crowd.

JFA: Strafe charges at Viewfind, but wait, Unicron out of no where with a devastating boot to the face.
JHA: Now that's what I call sole food.
JFA: Man, that was just lame. Unicron now, he has Strafe up...CHOKESLAM! It has to be over! Unicron revives his partner and then goes to beat down on Windcharger on the outside.
JHA: Hey look! Viewfind is back up and signaling for the Philly Pimp Drop! Holla!
JFA: Viewfind now, he has Strafe up in a Fireman's carry, ready to hit the DVD, NO! Strafe floats over, kick to the mid-section by Strafe, he has him up for the Ivory Tower!

*Led Zepplin's 'Immigrant Song' blares over the speakers*

JFA: What in the hell!?
JHA: HOLLA!
JFA: The music has distracted Strafe, he put down Viewfind without completing the move, he looks like he's preparing himself to take on the NWA, but no one is coming.
JHA: Where are they?
JFA: Unicron has grabbed Strafe by the feet, Viewfind now, from behind, he gets Strafe back up. PHILLY PIMP DROP! Viewfind with the cover 1...2...Unicron holding Windcharger back...3! The G.P.A. walk away with the win.

DMX's 'Party Up' hits as Viewfind and Unicron celebrate. Viewfind takes the mic.

Viewfind: "Yo Strafe, dawg it was all a set up, you just have yo' mothers stupidness so you fell for the trap when the music hit. Nobody was ever comin' out dawg. G.P.A. rules! C'mon Unicron, let's go crack the bubbly wit some hoes.

JFA: "They just keep finding ways to backdoor themselves to a victory...Well, the next match was pretty much demanded by the two participants here...let's get right to it..."

JHA: "Yeah little ado about nothing..."

Op2005 v Cloudstrifer

JHA: Oh for the sweet love of a woman, we have to watch these two ham and eggers go at it again? Why?
JFA: Well J, I think its like the Game said, everyone needs to get their beer sometime.
JHA: A very good point J, I think I will myself. Want anything?
JFA: Yeah, get me a Heiniken and some nachos.

Cut my life into pieces, this is my last resort

Cloudstrifer walks down to the ring, getting a chorus of boos and Cloud sucks said to him. He just shakes it off and continues on his way. He hops over the top rope and stretches in the ring to limber up, just as slow shemical hits, and OP2005 struts down the aisleway, with a look of arrogance on his face cause he has beaten Cloud on more than one occasion already. He slides under the bottom rope, and is met with a quick boot to the back of the head as Cloudstrifer attempts to control things early on. Cloud picks OP up, and hits him with a few quick punches before whipping him into the ropes and kneeing his opponent in the gut. With OP on the mat holding his abdomen, Cloud delivers a leg drop to the back of the neck, he then follows it up with an elbow drop, before lifting OP2005 up for a vertical suplex.

JFA: Cloud really getting on OP here in the early goings of the match. Dammit, where’s J with my damn beer already. I’m thirsty. Ah bout time.
JHA: Sorry J, the line was long as hell, apparently everyone went to get their beer at the same time. And apparently they don’t know that a celeb like me should get to cut right to the front of the line.
JFA: Some people, the nerve of ‘em.
JHA: Yeah I know. So is this match over yet, I want to get to the title match tonight already.
JFA: I think it is, maybe. Ive been reading this copy of Maxim through it, so I dunno.
JHA: Hey, isn’t that mine?
JFA: Most likely.

OP2005 has managed to gain control after Cloud went for a backbody drop but telegraphed it. OP caught him with a swinging neckbreaker, and floated into the cover but only got the two count. OP pulled Cloud up, and hit a stiff ddt before hopping onto the second ropes, and nailing an elbow drop. OP went for the cover a second time but again only got a two. As he pulled Cloud up, Cloud caught him into a small package, and almost got the three, but OP managed to power out. Both men got up simultaneously, but Cloud managed to get up quicker and hit OP with a set of clotheslines. Cloud then ascended to the top rope, and waited with his back turned, and waited for OP to stand up. As he did, Cloud flung himself backwards looking for a moonsault, but as he went, OP saw it coming and caught him in mid air, and nailed a tombstone piledriver on Cloud that knocked him unconscious. Op hooked the leg and covered Cloud to get the 1,2,3 and another win over Cloud.

JHA: I’m telling you J, Charlize Theoron is the hottest babe out there
JFA: And I’m telling you that its Jamie Lynn Sigler.
JHA: I think we can agree that they are both damn fine looking.
JFA: Got that right.
JHA: Hey there is music playing
JFA: Yeah, the match must be over, oh well back to Maxim!

Backstage
After the match, cameras go backstage and find Keith Kincaid standing next to an unlabeled dressing room door.

KK: “Thanks, J, I’m waiting to get a word with Raiden before he makes his way to the ring. Raiden, making his return to the ring after his disappearance months ago...”

Just then, the door opens and the hulking black-clad Raiden comes through the door and brushes right by Kincaid.

KK: “Raiden, Raiden, can I get a word?”

Raiden: “Listen, I like you, Kincaid, but now is definitely not the time. It’s been too long. Too long since I made an example of some young punk here in the Archive Wrestling Federation. Since I’ve been gone, trash like Adolf’s been allowed to run amok. Well tonight, it stops. Forget Raiden...prepare yourself for The Raid.”

JFA: “The Raid makes his return! Next!”

Adolf vs. The Raid

The broadcast returns to the air as “Screwdriver” blasts and Adolf comes through the curtains in his usual military gear, slowly making his way to the ring as he heaves Nazi salutes at the crowd.

JFA: “Adolf, making his way to the ring...this is a special night indeed, J, with the return of the man who now calls himself The Raid!”
JHA: “Changing his name on the fly, is he? Who does he think he is, DinoKnight?”
JFA: “Who?”
JHA: “I rest my case.”

As Adolf enters the ring, “Bodies” by Drowning Pool begins to blast and, after a few moments, The Raid slides through the curtains to a surprisingly loud reaction from the capacity crowd!

RA: “Ladies and gentlemen, making his way to the ring, from Los Angeles, California...making his return to the AWF...The Raid!”

JHA: “What’s with these people! This guy’s been gone forever, and he’s never even won a belt!”
JFA: “True, but you can’t forget that he won the entire Lethal Lottery at Fallout last April, and he came within an inch of becoming Heavyweight Champion.”
JHA: “Who beat him?”
JFA: “The Game, of course.”
JHA: “Ugh...go Raid!”

The Raid slides into the ring and mounts the ropes, taking in the aduration of the crowd. His celebration is short-lived, however, as Adolf pulls him off the ropes and starts raining in lefts and rights to start the match. Whipping him across the ropes, the powerful Adolf collapses Raid in the corner, but as Adolf goes for a boot to the stomach, Raid catches him in the act, spins Adolf around, and nails him with a side suplex. Both men bounce back up, and Raid scores with three successive armdrags! When Adolf rushes in for a clothesline Raid avoids the move and scores with a neckbreaker which forces Adolf to slide to the outside for a rest! As Adolf shakes his head, The Raid runs the ropes, dives through and nails Adolf with a cross-bodyblock on the floor! Getting back up onto the apron, Raid waits for just the right moment, then drops his full weight onto Adolf with a big splash!

JFA: “The Raid, unloading with a new style here!”
JHA: “Adolf, get up! Do it for your country!”

Recovering quickly, the German powerhouse slides back inside and engages The Raid in a test of strength. The two push back and forth, but Adolf gains the advantage by burying a boot in Raid’s midsection, then tripping him to the mat. Adolf quickly drops a leg across Raid’s throat and goes for a cover, but Raid kicks out at 1. Heaving Raid into the ropes, Adolf goes for a big flying clothesline, but Raid avoids the move, hits the ropes, and scores with a running superkick! A cover....and Adolf is up at 2. Getting back up, The Raid boots Adolf in the midsection and scores with a press drop slam! A cover...and once again Adolf is out at 2. The Raid positions Adolf for a back suplex, but Adolf squirms out of the move, elbows Raid in the face, then nails him with a big chokeslam! Seeing an opportunity, Adolf goes to the top rope. He flies through the air looking for a clothesline, but The Raid catches him in midair and slams him into the mat! Turning Adolf onto his stomach, The Raid immediately locks in The Locomotive of Terror, his version of the Crippler Crossface!

JFA: “Locomotive of Terror! It could be over!”
JHA: “Ahhhh! Get out of there, Adolf!”
JFA: “Adolf, trying to squirm toward the ropes....”
JHA: “He would never tap! Adolf would never surrender!”
JFA: “The irony is thick in the air...”

Fighting and fighting, Adolf finally makes it to the ropes, but The Raid immediately tosses him into the ropes, then scores with another press drop slam! Leaving Adolf in the center of the ring, Raid goes to the top rope, then heaves himself off and hits a shooting star press!!!

JFA: “Express from Hell! It’s gotta be over!”
JHA: “1...2...3!”
JFA: “The Raid picking up a huge win here in his return to the AWF!”
JHA: “Did he just beat Adolf? I can’t believe it. Adolf will have another day, I assure you.”
JFA: "Right...let's send it back to our own Lisa Lovelace who is with AWF Champion, Vin Ghostal!"

backstage
Lisa: "Thanks J, Vin...tonight...you and TC84 one more time for the title...thoughts?"

Ghostal: "Thoughts? My thoughts are this...you're little boy toy...the so called boss of this podunk outfit is out to get me. Defending again, against a jobber who hasn't earned this right to get in the ring with me...hell who hasn't earned the right to breathe the same air as me...its dead wrong."

LL: "Well champ...there are some who feel that TC had you beat and you got lucky."

Ghostal gets dead serious.

VG: "Really...well that's just crazy..."

With that Ghostal walks away...a look of determination and anger in his eyes...

end part 1...

JFA: "Well we're back from break folks...a very determined and scary look from our champion!"

JHA: "I think its safe to say he means business...but you know what right now is?!?"

JFA: "Well, its about half past..."

JHA: “Nooo its time for Hardcore, it’s Hardcore, its Haaaaaard... CORE”!!!
JFA: “So you like Hardcore then J”?
JHA: “No, I don’t like Hardcore”.
JFA: “No”?
JHA: “No”.
JFA: “Oh...”
JHA: “I ******* LOOOOOOOOOOOVE HARDCORE”!

Big cheers from the crowd at this very loud and brash statement.

JFA: “We’re still talking about wrestling, right”?
JHA: “Oh ye of little humour. Well I tell you what laughing boy, even you are gonna love this next match up”.
JFA: “I know what it is, we all know what it is, lets just get on with it shall we”?
JHA: “It’s tonight’s Mayhem Hardcore challenge”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JFA: “Such gratuitous use of exclamation marks”!
JHA: “And here...... cooooooomes..... Mr. Reilly”!

Mr. Reilly v God Jinrai: Hardcore Challenge

The cWo team music blasts over the speakertrons as the ex-Commish sprints from the entranceway, hurtling down the aisle like his ass is on fire!

JFA: “Run Forrest ruuuuuuuuuuuun”!

Barely a split second later God Jinrai explodes into view, crossbow in hand and hot smouldering rage emanating from his every orifice. Reilly, crying like a baby, shoots toward the ring as Jinrai takes aim and fires! The arrow slices through the air, over Reilly’s shoulder and into the side of the ring. The ex-Commish squeals and darts to the left, around the ring and across to the other side. The fans are screaming, and the announcers are on their feet as Jinrai carries on the chase, loading his second and final arrow.

JHA: “Yeah! Blood, war, completely unnecessary violence! Oh, oh, ohhhhhhh”!!!
JFA: “And as J reaches the point of ecstasy, I; your trusty JFA shall take over the commentating duties. Reilly’s just shot past the ring and is making a break for the exit. He’s too quick for Jinrai, but the Godster is taking aim again, steadies his weapon... he shoots”!

But Reilly’s too far ahead. His eyes wide with relief as the darkness of the exit way fills his vision, a few more steps and he’s home free!
Suddenly there is an almighty clang, as he runs face first into a frying pan that has just been brought up to eye level at the door. Reilly collapses in a heap, and then Jinrai’s arrow, dead on target, pierces the center of the pan.

JFA: “Whoa! That cooking instrument just saved Reilly’s life! Who is that masked pan”?

God Jinrai stands silent, but deadly. The fans hush as they all peer in the direction of the exit. The pan comes down, revealing a mighty hand and thick forearm. A figure attached to it appears in the darkness and steps through to a standing ovation.

JFA: “Wok the hell? It’s Sean O’ Con! HBK has cooked the game bird’s goose”!
JHA: “Please no more puns, *picks up the hotline to backstage* Op? get me a black coffee; little bit of cream, sweet brown sugar a midnight dream. I’m back at the helm now”.
JFA: “Oh you’re so masterful”.
JHA: “Can the sweet talk J, you’re beginning to sound like your wife”.

HBK waves to the thousands of fans, then takes an appreciative glance at the pierced frying pan. He looks to Jinrai in the distance, who shrugs his shoulders and laughs, tossing the now useless weapon to one side. O’ Con nudges Mr. Reilly to make sure he’s conscious, and a gruffled moan emits from the pathetic corpse. The D-Nexter gives a thumbs up to Jinrai, waves once more to the fans, and leaves.

JFA: “Pan-tastic! Mayhem’s really frying tonight, wouldn’t you say”?
JHA: “Reilly’ll get this match back in his favour, just you watch”.

God Jinrai stomps over to the exit, scoops up Mr. Reilly, and heads back towards the ring. The fans cheer him all the way, and he laps up the adoration. The ex-Commish comes to, and starts kicking and screaming, but Jinrai has him held fast, his fun isn’t over yet, not by a long shot.

JFA: “Fans both here and at home will know that God Jinrai has had an intense feud going on with the cWo and Commissioner Reilly for a long time now; and by the looks of it, he’s going to relish every moment of this, his chance at payback”.
JHA: “Ha! This is Hardcore, there’s always a chance for either man. Reilly can win this. After all, he won the Royal Rumble”.

Jinrai tosses the protesting Reilly into the ring, then slides in himself. The camera view switches to a rail mounted ceiling cam, high above the action. As it swoops overhead, the fans looking at the Archivetron see through the camera’s lens the elaborate black design adorning the canvas in the center of the ring. The combatants take their places at opposite corners. A couple of ring tech’s dash in and throw weapons down at each man’s feet. Reilly receives a double-pronged spear, and Jinrai gets a net. They each pick up their items and stare at each other. The bell rings, and the crowd scream for blood.

The speakertrons kick in unexpectedly, and the gladiatorial music from the original ‘Star Trek’ series blasts out. Jinrai and Reilly circle each other. The ex-Commish, sweating profusely, makes wild stabbing motions with his spear, but they fall wide of the mark as Jinrai shuffles this way and that. Suddenly he charges, Jinrai edges back and trips, the crowd lurch in fright. The spear comes down near millimetres from his face, and he retorts by sending a hefty boot to Reilly’s midsection. The ex-big cheese stumbles backward, but regains his footing, charging a second time.
Jinrai springs up and casts his net. It drapes over the spear and he grabs the business end. The two men wrestle for control of the weapon, pulling back and forth as the crowd shout out God Jinrai’s name repeatedly.

JFA: “And the fans may not know this, but Mr. Reilly is getting double punishment this week”.
JHA: “What”?
JFA: “That’s right, Reilly is in two, count ‘em, TWO matches this week. Even you can count that high J”.
JHA: “Double-booking? No fair! Why wasn’t I told about this”?
JFA: “Because you’re his little lap dog and you would’ve spilled the proverbial beans and spoiled our fun”.

God Jinrai plays sportingly with Reilly, who for one fleeting moment honestly believes he has a chance against this behemoth. When Jinrai sees that sudden realisation in Reilly’s eyes, he lets go of the spear causing his opponent to jerk forward, and delivers a stunning roundhouse. Reilly flies back into the ropes and rebounds off them. Jinrai crouches down, clenches a fist, and as Reilly returns Jinrai lets fly with a textbook dragon punch, sending the ex-Commish vertically into the air, and crashing down to the mat. The fans clap and whistle furiously. The camera angle switches to a roving cameraman down at ringside directly behind God Jinrai, showing a close-up of the back of his boots, and a slightly blurred vision of an exhausted and beaten Mr. Reilly lying flat on his back in front of him. A hand comes into view, and it grabs the fallen spear with a firm grasp.

JHA: “OMFG”!

Jinrai, brimming with power, twirls the spear playfully in front of him, and passes it between his hands making sure he has Reilly’s full attention. The fans quieten down as that familiar and slightly eerie sense of an ending to a match fills the arena. God Jinrai takes three steps forward; two steps back; hurls the long spear into the air and catches it perfectly on its way down. He roars a chilling war cry and lashes out and downward. The double-pronged spear embeds itself into the canvas between Mr. Reilly’s legs. A fan screams alone into the void, and Reilly, dumbfounded with fear, stares at the place where Satan’s spawn would so surely have come, given enough motivation.

JHA: “He’s... speared... Reilly’s.... nuts”!

Jinrai tugs forcefully at the shaft, something Reilly now has a great envy for. It comes free, and the crowd take a collective step back in amazement. Slowly and calmly, God Jinrai lets the top of the spear catch the glare of the stadium bulbs, and the light reflects cleanly off it. No blood. Reilly chokes out a sigh of relief and faints.

JFA: “Just like I always suspected; Reilly has no balls”!

God Jinrai makes a quick three-count to secure the win, then grabs the net and wraps Mr. Reilly up in it. Next he takes the spear and runs it through the top of the net, and makes his way from the ring with Reilly wrapped up in a bundle, dangling from the spear he’s carrying on his shoulder, Huck Finn style. Linkin Park’s ‘In the End’ plays out to his glorious departure signalling the end of Reilly’s first trouncing this week.

JHA: “Oh yeah, you’re all cheering now, but Reilly’ll be back soon enough, and he’ll cream the next poor sap”.
JFA: “But he has no balls, the next guy’ll be as unmarked as Reilly’s underwear”!
JHA: “Shut up”.
JFA: "Say what you will J, but Reilly is 0 for 1!"

A commercial for the new Vin Ghostal "That's Just Crazy" T-Shirt is shown

UPF Vs. The One Man Army RCOSD

JFA: "Well during the break, the one man army made his way to the ring...and it looks like he's ready to fight!"

RCOSD is already in the ring awaiting his opponents arrival.

JRA: And his opponent from San Francisco California Uiltmate Prime Fan!

Hoshal hits and the crowd erupts as he bursts out from behind the curtain and rushes towards the ring close too one side slapping the hands of fans as he makes his way down. He stops as he reaches the ring as he and RCOSD watch eachother.

JFA: And UPF definitely a fan favorite here in the AWF now getting alot of support from them compare to when he first joined.
JHA: Though he still sucks and get his ass kicked regularly and that will not change as he takes on the One man Army!
JFA: We’ll see about that. UPF climbing into the ring now and the bell has rung we are under way. RCOSD quick to the game starting off the match charging UPF. UPF ducks and used UPF momentum against him taking him down with a spear like maneuver.
JHA: That’s illegal!
JFA: In Hockey.
JHA: So? Still illegal in something!

Both men are quick back to their feet and they meet up and grapple for control begins and RCOSD’s superior strength wins out as he puts UPF in a belly to belly waist lock and hits a spine buster slam. Jumping back up and grabbing UPF’s hair pulling him to his feet and throwing a punch but UPF gets a hand up blocking it and throws a slap back up catching RCOSD but not phasing him. RCOSD knees UPF in the stomach causing him to hunch over and get by a hard DDT from the Scotsman.

JFA: And this match firmly under RCOSD’s control.
JHA: It gets boring being right all the time. You know? Ofcourse you don’t know, you’re never right!
JFA: And if UPF wins this match?
JHA: I’ll commentate the next match with serious and dignity of a broadcast journalist?
JFA: Yeah right. RCOSD is back up now and stomping on UPF now keeping the Californian down.

RCOSD stops and goes over to the ropes climbing up to the second rope and jumping off going for an elbow drop but UPF rolls out of the way letting the One man army hit the mat in pain holding his elbow. UPF begins to get to his feet using the corner as leverage to pull him up then looking over at RCOSD who is also getting up but in slight pain and moves towards the Scotsman looking to take the advantage. RCOSD looks evidently mad charges forward at UPF and he uses the momentum RCOSD had and does an arm drag takeover throwing RCOSD hard into the corner.

JFA: Good move by UPF there used O.M.A’s momentum against him there.
JHA: This match is suddenly getting boring.
JFA: Why cause the man you were cheering for is now losing?
JHA: Among other things.

UPF gets back up still slightly dazed from RCOSD offensive. RCOSD gets up soon after and they begin to trade blows in the corner until RCOSD is beat back into the corner and to get RCOSD out of the corner UPF hits a hard Belly to Belly suplex sending RCOSD to the center of the ring. UPF hops back to his feet running to the dazed RCOSD’s legs and immedeatly locking in the sharp shooter causing RCOSD to wail in pain and begin to struggle for the ropes the Ref watching him the whole time as he refuses to tap grimacing as he struggles UPF applying more pressure.

JFA: UPF with the sharpshooter locked in and RCOSD doesn’t look like he has much left to do but tap out.
JHA: He taps out I lose all respect for him!
JFA: Well that is a devastating Submission maneuver, it is quite painful.
JHA: Wuss!
JFA: RCOSD is getting closer to the ropes and the pain is quite evident here how much longer can he keep it up?

RCOSD takes in a deep breath then reaches out as far as he can and hits the rope with his finger then swings down again his hand clasping the rope.

JFA: He did it!
JHA: I knew he could do it! My whole losing respect thing for him was a ploy to get him to try harder!
JFA: He couldn’t even hear you.
JHA: Erm…. Commentate the match that’s your job, not questioning me!

The ref tells UPF to let the hold go which he does standing up RCOSD’s pain turning to anger as he uses the ropes for leverage pulling himself up and turning to face UPF then running at him tackling him and beginning to administer punches to the face then getting forced off by the ref and scolded. He ignores the ref and goes right back to work on UPF as he favors his right leg.

JFA: And RCOSD now taking anger out on UPF
JHA: I taught RCOSD that
JFA: When?
JHA: I erm… Get back to the match dammit stop trying to pry into mind.


RCOSD hauls UPF to his feet and throws him to the ropes and then goes for a back body drop but gets caught and hit with a hard DDT by UPF. Both men are dazed but UPF starts attempting to get up sooner and is too his feet first. RCOSD gets up soon after angrier still grappleing up with UPF and Irishwhipping him into the ropes. UPF reverses it and follows up with a devastating clothes line sending the Scotsman to the outside.

JHA: Ahhhh how can RCOSD be getting beat by that waste of ring space!?!
JFA: Cause that waste of ringspace is one of the best competitors here.
JHA: Bah! RCOSD what are you doing get back in the Ring!
JFA: Uh Oh I think he has had enough.

RCOSD pushes the time keeper off his chair grabbing it and folding it flat then going back to the ring the ref counting. RCOSD slides in and the ref immediately goes to grab the chair but is shoved away. UPF has his back turned and hunched trying to catch his breath not knowing RCOSD is behind him and is felled as the steel collides with his spine. The ref immediately signals the end of the match.

JRA: The winner of this match by Disqualification UPF!

This however does not stop RCOSD who then hits another solid chair shot on the spine of UPF then slams it against his head throwing the chair on top of UPF’s fallen body and sliding out of the ring to UPF’s music just ignoring the boos that followed him to the back.

JFA: "SICK! SICK we need to get someone out here! NOW!"

The EMT'S continue to look over UPF while a promotion for the Best of the AWF: Volume 1 DVD is shown.

JFA: "Well folks, somehow UPF was able to walk on his own to the back...but what a brutal attack by RCOSD!"

JHA: "Well, he is the one man army!"

Falls Count Anywhere Match Blaster_86 v Cyberstrike

JFA: "Well, special feature match here J, and its a case of be careful what you wish for!"

"No Chance" hits, bringing the crowd to its feet in revulsion. As Cyberstrike meanders down the ramp, the boos cascade down to him.

JFA: And this is gonna be big, ladies and gentlemen. Cyberstrike will take on Blaster_86 for either a Hell in a Cell match at our next PPV against the Game if he wins, and if Blaster wins, Cyberstrike will serve a one month suspension.
JHA: Oh man, I don't like Cyberstrike's odds here! That's a two-time AWF champion you're getting in the ring with, don't you know that?
JFA: Apparently not. This is what is called put up or shut up, and ya gotta think Cyberstrike's gonna have his hands full trying to challenge Blaster.

Look out and shout![/ b]

The crowd leaps to its feet again as Blaster appears and heads down to the ring. Cyberstrike doesn't waste time, diving out of the ring and intercepting the incoming opponent. But Blaster blocks him, uppercuts him, then tosses Cyberstrike back into the ring. Blaster slides in a moment later, then drops an elbow on Cyberstrike. He then starts wailing away on his opponent until the ref forces him off.

JFA: Blaster going to town here early. I think it obvious he wants Cyberstrike to get what he deserves in that suspension.
JHA: Are you kidding? I want a Hell in a Cell match!
JFA: As nice as that might be, I think it nicer if Cyberstrike is gone for a while, shut him up a bit.
JHA: Bah!

Cyberstrike gets up by this point, and nails Blaster into the turnbuckle with a heavy shoulder. He starts stomping away on the former champion until the ref is forced once again to break the two apart. Cyberstrike tries to get back in on him, but Blaster spins him back, then springs to the top rope and nails him with a missile drop kick! But Cyberstrike pops back up, then charges Blaster with a clothesline extended, but Blaster ducks, then drops his opponent with a neckbreaker! Cyberstrike stays resilient, however, jumping back up, but this gives Blaster the chance to clothesline him over the ropes and out of the ring!

JFA: Remember folks, this is a falls-count-anywhere match, so it is legal for these two competitors to be outside the ring.
JHA: Maybe, but they can't use weapons!

Nevertheless, Blaster does the next best thing, ramming Cyberstrike's head off the steel steps, then whipping him into a ringpost! He goes for a quick cover, but Cyberstrike kicks out! Blaster then pulls his opponent up by the hair, and slams him into the ringpost again! Still Cyberstrike stays on his feet, so Blaster decides to smack him off the partition a couple times. But this doesn't wear down his opponent enough, so much so that Cyberstrike gets his second wind and scoop slams Blaster on the entrance ramp! He keeps him down with a couple shots to the head, goes for the pin, but gets only two!

As Cyberstrike stumbles around, Blaster pops back up, grabs him, and slams his back on the top of the steel steps! Cyberstrike howls in pain as Blaster pulls him to his feet and drags him up the entrance ramp.

JFA: My God, what's going on here?
JHA: I don't know, but I don't like it!

Blaster goes to slam Cyberstrike into the Titantron, but Cyberstrike reverses, and instead it's Blaster's back that smacks against the hard metal! Cyberstrike then takes the opportunity, grabs Blaster's hair, and bulldogs him off the stage!

JFA: By GOD! BY GOD! Cyberstrike may have just killed them both!
JHA: No way!

Down at the bottom, as the ref looks from above, it is Blaster, not Cyberstrike, who drapes the arm over. The ref counts, one...two...three! Blaster wins, and Cyberstrike is banished for a month!

RA: Here is your winner...Blaster_86!

JFA: How the hell he found the energy to put his arm over I may never know, but Blaster just won this match!
JHA: I can't believe it! What'll we do without Cyberstrike?!
JFA: We'll find out...but I bet it's a good thing!

end part 2!

Claypool v Plasmodium

JFA: "Well folks a special time here on Mayhem...as you can hear by the music and sounds of the crowd, the first ever Lord of the Mat winner, Lord Claypool is back in action here on mayhem! His opponent for the evening? None other than former CWO stablemate...Plasmodium! Wait...wait a second...I have just gotten word that there is something going on backstage

backstage

JFA: "And there...there's SIR AUROS! Sir Auros is here on Mayhem and it looks like he has just punked out Plasmodium! He called him out earlier in the week, but the Game said no...Plas was to wrestle Claypool and it looks like this match has been thrown out on account of the sudden impact of Sir Auros. Claypool in the ring not pleased at all...getting cheered by the crowd on his way to the back, but I don't think that's much consolation for him."

JHA: "That...what....what the hell?"

JFA: "Auros said he wanted to make a sudden impact...it looks like he did...with a chair to the skull of Plas...let's go to break...my God, what's next?"

For a Heavyweight Title Shot at AWF Redemption
Redstreak vs. Sixswitch

The broadcast returns to the air with a split-screen of Sixswitch and
Redstreak leaving their respective locker rooms and starting the long walk to the arena entrance area.

JFA: “You want to talk about history, well, there’s a lifetime’s worth of history involved in this next match. Both of these guys would love to get a shot at whoever has the Heavyweight Championship come Redemption. We all know about the history between Red and Vin Ghostal; that feud doesn’t see any end in sight; and last time on Mayhem, we saw Sixswitch pick up a huge victory over Ghostal in a non-title match. This is to say nothing of the long history between Red and T.C., longtime friends who have never met in the ring, as well as between the cWo leader and Switch, two men who had faced each other numerous times in the wars between the Mav’ricks and the Outlaws in the days of yore.”
JHA: “Days of yore? One year on the air, and you act like we’re ready for the retirement home.”
JFA: “And it looks like we’re ready to begin!”

RA: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall. About to enter the arena, from the Motor City, he is the co-leader of the Foundation...Redstreak!”

JFA: “Redstreak, entering to a tremendous reaction from the crowd. You have to wonder whether this man might have won the Royal Rumble had it not been for Vin Ghostal.”
JHA: “Whaddya mean? Ghostal wasn’t even in the building when Red was
eliminated!”
JFA: “I guess Ghostal bludgeoning Red with a baseball bat didn’t count for anything.”
JHA: “Red might have had a shot if he wouldn’t have messed with the One Man Army. That’s like signing your own death warrant.”
JFA: “Never mind the fact that RCOSD dragged Red out of the ring only after he himself had been eliminated.”
JHA: “Never mind, indeed.”
JFA: “And here comes Sixswitch! The bell’s rung and we’re underway, and the two men just staring each other down to start it off. An intense look here between two of the AWF’s most popular stars.”

For 30 seconds at least, Six and Red stand in the center of the ring, jawing back and forth. Finally, Six says something and makes a gesture out at the people, and Red smiles sarcastically and takes a step back, shaking his head. The two men step away, then lock up collar-and-elbow style to start things off. Pushing Sixswitch back, Red quickly frees himself from the hold, boots Six in the midsection, and nails him with a punishing piledriver! As the crowd looks on in shock, Red hooks the leg and gets the 1...2...and almost 3 before a kickout!

JFA: “Incredible! Red with a huge piledriver, and it was almost over in
record time!”
JHA: “Unbelievable!”

Dragging Sixswitch to his feet, Red heaves him into the ropes, then scores with a standing elbow to the face that knocks Switch back down. Going to the second rope, Red drives an elbow down across Switch’s throat, then goes for another cover that gets two. After a big backbreaker, Red drags Switch towards a corner, then slingshots him face-first into the corner buckle! Dazed, Switch stumbles backward, and Red schoolboys him over for a 1..2...and another kickout! Trying to keep the advantage, Red lifts Sixswitch onto the top turnbuckle, then positions him for a superplex. As they fly through the air, however, Sixswitch reverses the move and lands right on top of the 4-time former Hardcore Champion! Sixswitch gets 1...2...and Red barely kicks out!

JFA: “What a reversal by The Welsh Wonder!”
JHA: “I don’t know who to root for!”
JFA: “They’re both great athletes, no doubt about that.”
JHA: “I don’t mean that! I just don’t know which one I hate more!”

The two men return to their feet, and Sixswitch uses his top-rate athleticism to nail Redstreak with karate kicks to the knee, then the side, then the shoulder, then the back of the head! Redstreak stumbles forward, and Sixswitch grabs him around the waist and scores with an overhead suplex! Red gets up and stumbles into the ropes, and Sixswitch lunges forward and scores with a clothesline! Both men topple over the ropes, but Six grabs the top rope and pulls himself over the ropes and back inside as Red crashes to the floor! Appealing to the crowd, Six goes to the top rope, then heaves himself into the air and nails Red with a moonsault on the floor!

JFA: “WOW!”
JHA: “Red’s splattered all over the floor!”
JFA: “Sixswitch sliding back inside...hitting the ropes...flying plancha! Unbelievable!”
JHA: “The Welsh Wonder’s gone off the deep end!”

As Redstreak lies on the floor, Sixswitch climbs back in the ring and jumps up onto the turnbuckles, appealing to the roaring crowd! Looking away for just a moment, Sixswitch doesn’t notice when the resilient Redstreak miraculously bounces back to his feet, leaps up onto the apron, and snaps Sixswitch down throat-first over the top rope! Redstreak slides back in and goes for a cover and gets 1...2...before Sixswitch barely kicks out! The man from Detroit lifts Sixswitch into position, turns him around, and scores with the Scorpion!!! A cover gets 1...2...and another kick-out by Sixswitch! As Sixswitch slowly gets back to his feet, Redstreak poises in the corner, ready to unleash the Forceful Entry!!! Just then, however, the entire GPA explodes through the curtains and jogs down to the ring! Redstreak lunges forward and scores with the Forceful Entry, but as he goes for the cover, the referee gets 1...2...before Unicron reaches in and pulls the referee out of the ring!!! The rest of the GPA slides into the ring, and Redstreak bounces to his feet and nails Viewfind with a stiff Forceful Entry! He can’t recover, however, before Divebomb and Prowl swoop in and start putting the boots to the former Hardcore Champion!!!

JFA: “What in the hell?!? What does the GPA have to do with this?!?”
JHA: “I love it! Finally we’ve got some real talent in this match!”
JFA: “This has to be Vin Ghostal’s doing.”
JHA: “Who says? Maybe Sixswitch threw some bills the GPA’s way!”
JFA: “He would NEVER do that!”
JHA: “I don’t know...”

Prowl lifts Redstreak to his feet, and Divebomb nails Red with a stiff kick to the face! The NWA holds Redstreak up as Viewfind lifts Red and nails him with the Philly Pimp Drop!!! Unicron slides back into the ring, and the four
men all join in putting the boots to the fallen Redstreak! A swarm of
referees hit the ring and slowly push the GPA out of the ring as they
continue to rain cheap shots down onto the Foundation man!

JFA: “Get the GPA out of there! Come on! Get ‘em out!”
JHA: “Looks like Switch’s money was wasted...he’s gonna get DQ’d!”
JFA: “Will you stop it with that? There’s been no signal from the official, and we’ve not gotten a bell yet...the referees finally forcing the GPA out of the ring...both men in the ring are down and out...the referee conferring with the ring announcer out here by us.”

RA: “Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please. I have been informed by the official that this match MUST have a winner, and that the match will CONTINUE!”

JFA: “Now, I don’t know about that decision. I’m all for getting a clean winner, but Redstreak is hurt badly after the beating he just took. Can he even continue?”
JHA: “Looks like Switch’s investment panned out after all!”
JFA: “WILL YOU STOP?!”

Getting back to his feet, Sixswitch drags Red back to a vertical base, runs the ropes, and scores with a spinning heel kick! Six throws Red into a corner and begins nailing him with karate kicks to the side and arms, and Red covers his face to avoid any serious hits. Six tosses Red across the ring, but Red bounces off the turnbuckles and nails Six with a flying clothesline as he charges in! Gaining energy, Red climbs to the top turnbuckle and tries for a diving clothesline, but Sixswitch sees the move coming and leaps into the air, nailing Red with a brutal midair dropkick!!! Sixswitch goes for a cover and gets 1....2...before Red slips out!!! Leaping back to his feet, Sixswitch signals to the crowd, then leaps into the air and scores with his Sixshooter standing Shooting Star Press!!! Switch rolls away for a moment holding his midsection, then crawls over and hooks a leg. As the referee begins to count, however, Vin Ghostal suddenly appears out of the crowd, slides into the ring, and nails Sixswitch in the back with his trusty gold bat!!! As Sixswitch screams in pain and rises to his knees, Ghostal smiles evilly, pulls the bat back, and drives it into Sixswitch’s midsection!!!

JFA: “WHAT IN THE HELL?!?”
JHA: “Whooo hoooo!!! Do it, Vinny!!!”
JFA: “Ghostal putting the boots to the fallen Sixswitch....oh no, don’t do that...he’s choking him out with that damned gold bat...here come the battalion of referees...get him off! Get him off!”
JHA: “Ghostal and the GPA are doing a number on these guys!”
JFA: “But I don’t understand...why would Ghostal send the GPA out here to finish off Red, then come out here himself and attack Six?”
JHA: “I told you already! Sixswitch hired the GPA, but Ghostal’s still mad about losing to him last time!”
JFA: “That can’t be true...finally, they’ve gotten Ghostal off him...the AWF Heavyweight Champion is an embarassment to this company!”

As the horde of referees force Vin Ghostal up the aisle, the referee makes no signal to the timekeeper, implying that the match must, once again, continue until a winner is crowned. Sitting up, Redstreak looks at the fallen Sixswitch, looks up the aisle and sees Vin Ghostal, and shrugs his shoulders in confusion. Dragging Sixswitch to his feet, Redstreak positions him for yet another Forceful Entry, then looks up the aisle and gives Ghostal the finger!!! Furious, the AWF Champion breaks free from the referees and charges down the aisle, then jumps onto the apron, trying to get to his nemesis. As the in-ring referee holds Ghostal back, Redstreak rushes forward and nails the battered Welsh Wonder with the Forceful Entry!!! However, as the referees pull Ghostal off the apron, RCOSD suddenly appears out of the crowd with a fire extinguisher in hand!!! Leaping into the ring, the One Man Army nails Red in the back of the head with the fire extinguisher, then slides out of the ring and darts back into the crowd!!! As the referees force Ghostal up the aisle again, Sixswitch slowly turns over onto Redstreak’s chest and the referee returns to the action and counts the 1....2.....3 and awards the win to Sixswitch!!!

RA: “Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner...Sixswitch!”

JFA: “That damned One Man Army!! Redstreak had it won!”
JHA: “Too bad! Sixswitch is going to Redemption!”
JFA: “I just don’t understand what’s gone on here...why did the GPA help Sixswitch?! Why did Ghostal help Redstreak?! What controversy!”

Backstage
The Game and Sean O'Con watch the events unfold.

G91: "What the hell..."

HBK: "Told you we should of killed them."

G91: "Well...I think its time we make sure that we have a clean winner in the title match."

HBK: "And what about the mess with Redstreak and Sixswitch?"

G91: "We'll have to look into that as well...first things first though..."

AWF World Championship: Vin Ghostal (c) v TC84

JFA: "Well folks…its main event time here on Mayhem, and what a treat we have. A rematch for the AWF Title between the champion Vin Ghostal and TC84, ordered by Commissioner Game, talk about giving the fans what they want!"

JHA: "I have to hand it to the Game, these two had a classic match last week at EoS and its only fair that TC be given another shot and the title."

JFA: "Did you just talk about fair?"

JHA: "Yeah…"

JFA: 'My God, the end is nigh!"

JHA: "OH…you're a funny guy…"

JFA: "You're wife thinks so…"

JHA: "HEY THOSE ARE MY JOKES!"

JFA: "I'll try to shed a tear for you…"

Are you Ready?

JHA: "What the hell?"

You think you can tell us what to do…
you think you can tell us what to say…
you think you're better? Well you better get ready…
to bow to the masters…BREAK IT DOWN

JFA: "What an unexpected treat! The Commissioner is coming down here to our announce table! Welcome Game!"

JHA: "Oh joy…oh rapture…oh bliss!"

G91: "I know you are overwhelmed with joy to see me here J, but please try to contain yourself…this jacket is dry clean only!"

JHA: "HEY!"

JFA: "Commissioner, to what do we owe the pleasure of this visit?"

G91: "You kidding me cochise? I had to witness the fruits of my genius firsthand, sides…you know how much casper loves it when I call his matches."

JHA: "I believe he once compared the experience to an anally induced lobotomy."

G91: "You're still here? I thought you would have been a good little monkey and gotten me a beer by now…"

JHA: "WHAT?"

G91: "Beer…now…or you are fired…Rolling Rock…comes in green bottles…quick now, like Archie Bunny."

JFA: "I think that's the fastest I have ever seen him move outside of a the times when he gets caught outside the ladies locker rooms."

G91: "Its all about having the right stroke J, and DN knows a lot about stroke!"

Walk begins to play to a resounding chorus of boo's.

RA: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the AWF World Championship. On his way to the ring area…from Chicago…the challenger, representing the cWo…TC84."

G91: "If this kid had some taste in friends, I could almost like him…hey! The beer b*tch is back!"

JHA: "They would only give me a 12…that better be enough!"

G91: "That should be fine, I'll get more from your wife after the show."

JHA: "HEY!"

The jeers of the crowd grow even louder as Ghostal appears under the revamped Archivetron.

RA: "And his opponent…from Camden, New Jersey…he is the undisputed AWF World Champion…here is Vin….Ghooooostal."

G91: "Now isn't that just crazy…or some such nonsense. I will say this though, its hard to bet against the champion. I had my share of wars with him, and even though I got the better end of that deal, I will give the spook his due, he's one of the top three opponents I have faced, rates right up there with Stone Cold and JHA's wife!"

JFA: "Yeah, she is a tough one…"

JHA: "I'm sitting right here DAMNIT! And how can you say you came out on top over Ghostal in the end?"

JFA: "Well J, he did win the title back from him…"

JHA: "Wasn't he the one that you gave the concussion to then messed with his prescription?"

G91: "Well J, you don't get a name like the Cerebral Assassin by being a sweet heart…"

JFA: "Ghostal in the ring, ref takes the belt and we are under way…collar elbow tie up, Ghostal in control, jerking the head of TC, gaining a measure of control now and nice fireman's carry there…set up very well by the champion, smart move here, Ghostal shooting the arm from the collar tie up into a half nelson…trying to roll through into a cradle…looks like he has it, rollover, 1, 2 and the challenger kicked out."

G91: "Great amateur move set there by the ectoplasmic wonder…"

JHA: "Surprised?"

G91: 'You're still here?'

JFA: "Ghostal to his feet now, taking control with an armbar, wrenching it in, its obvious that Ghostal wants to eliminate the vertical base, keep TC on the mat and neutralize the educated feet of the challenger."

G91: "Where does one acquire educated feet anyway?"

JHA: "Please don't…I can't bear to hear about how one foot went to Harvard and the other went to Yale again…"

G91: "You guys really don't get along do you?"

JFA: "Let's just say we co-exist. Ghostal still in control with the armbar from the standing position he can really crank away on that move…TC starting to stir, but Ghostal drops down on his shoulder…and rises back up into the armbar. Nearly separated the shoulder there…cranking away again…TC again starting to stir…trying to get some kind of base here…and he rolls through the arm bar and sweeps the leg out from under Ghostal. The champion down hard on the back of his head. TC bouncing off the ropes, head of steam and the rolling thunder…down hard into the chest of Ghostal. TC with a cover…1, 2..and the champion now with the kickout."

G91: "Ghostal needs to get that arm again…gain control and ground the kid with that sound mat wrestling he displayed earlier…must have been watching some archived footage of me to learn that."

JHA: "He wasn't laying TC out with a sledge…"

G91: "Speaking of laying out…call my hotel room and tell your wife to pick up the place before she heads home!"

JFA: "Heh heh heh…this is great! TC now in control, locks the arm and drags Ghostal to his feet where he then plants him back to the mat with a dragon screw arm whip. Still holding the arm mind you, and now TC has a wristlock cinched in. I have to point out what great strategy this is by the challenger."

G91: "Yep…casper can't move his arm…can't really lock in that nasty little sharpshooter or hoist TC up for the whirly bird…"

JHA: "Whirlwind…"

G91: "You never learn do you?"

JFA: "No boss he doesn't. Ghostal now trying to get to his feet, wristlock still applied and Ghostal in obvious pain and utter anguish here, with his free arm he grabs the referee and proceeds to give TC a swift kick to parts unknown."

G91: "Looks like the face J's wife made last night…"

JHA: "Yeah…well…you…your wife…errrr…."

G91: "I'm not married you twit!"

JFA: "Face it J, you can't win. He's the cerebral assassin. Ghostal trying to shake off the effects of that wristlock, meanwhile putting the boots to the downed challenger. Again Ghostal ignores the refs call for a break and proceeds to shove the knee into the throat of TC84. Clear choke here by the champ. Referee with the count, champ breaks on a long four and a half. Smirking at the referee, still shaking that wrist. With his left hand drags TC to his feet and sends him to the far ropes…and a kitchen sink there…knee straight into the gut…TC staggers forward and Ghostal with a faceplant…and following up with a hard knee in the lower back. Ghostal now…not able to get enough strength in that arm to hook a sharpshooter…so he locks a half crab…using that strong arm and his own back strength to lock and crank. Sitting down hard, TC writhing in agony…struggling to the ropes…almost there…but Ghostal drags him back to the middle of the ring. TC's hard fight to the ropes all in vain."

G91: "Ghosty has him in great position here…the leg is locked and he really has him set down upon. Look at the pressure he's creating by cranking back on that…the knee, the lower back…both just have to feel ready to burst. This is what I'm talking about…two guys competing, that's what the fans want to see…I mean listen hate these two hosers and yet listen to them, they're going insane."

JFA: "You're right about that chief!"

JHA: "Suck up…"

JFA: "TC now trying to break the hold the hard way, pushing himself up by his arms and with a great amount of strength, twisting his waste and almost doing a leg scissors to kick his way out of the hold. Unique counter to the painful hold, and TC repaying the favor from before with a kick slightly below the belt."

G91: "You know that hurts Ghost a great deal less than it would most men…"

JFA: "Both men down…clutching various parts of their anatomy…TC struggling to pull himself to his feet…now with a quick burst…leaping to the top rope and a split legged moonsault, down hard on the champ. TC with some momentum here. Quick leg drop…sliding his way off Ghost, now back to the top rope…and OH MY! HE nailed it! The five star frog splash! TC also feeling the effects, clutching his gut…struggling…now a cover…1…2…and new cham…NO! NO! Ghostal kicked out…just barely, but the champion kicks out."

JHA: "That moment it took TC to recover before the pin gave the champion just the chance to get enough air in his system to force the kickout."

G91: "Nice call there J!"

JHA: "Really? Thanks!"

G91: "Shmuck!"

JFA: "TC in a state of disbelief…and GHOSTAL…sudden burst of energy, leaps to his feet! TC shocked back to his feet as well, goes for the roundhouse kick, Ghostal ducks under catches the arms, using his legs to push off and…oh my God in heaven…HE GOT IT! He got off a short version of the Whirlwind…Ghostal exhausted after that effort…TC down flat on his back…Ghostal laying on his back as well. Now with all the strength he can muster a cover…1, 2, thr…NOOO! NO NO NO! He kicked out! TC kicked out! Ghostal is shocked…he's enraged…he's shoving the referee around here around here, in obvious anger by the fact that he had this match. Now, he's complaining that there was a slow count…he shoves the ref…but the ref shoves back! TC with a school boy into a small package…1, 2, and Ghostal kicks out…"

G91: "Not that I care….but that seemed like something of a quick count."

JFA: "I'm inclined to agree…Ghostal did get out though and he's up and ever more irate than before and he levels TC with a hard haymaker clothesline. Ghostal trying to hook up another Whirlwind, his right wrist still giving him some problems and he can't seem to get a grip and pick him up…trying now to get TC up…but TC slips off his back…quick ddt…no wasted motion to the top rope…and a SECOND FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH! Cover…1, 2, THR…NO! Ghostal with his foot on the ropes…close enough to get his foot on the ropes…and what is it going to take for one of these two guys to win this war?"

G91: "This is where frustration has to be setting in, both these guys have gone for the kill and neither has been able to finish the job…they're both just lucky that I'm not there…as I like to say, 'Don't hunt what you can't kill…' and if they couldn't kill me off in that ring, which they couldn't, it would be Game Over for them…"

JFA: "Good point…they both have to be at the point where they just don't know if they can finish this match off. Ghostal barely got the win at the PPV, but TC seems to have come at him from different angle. He may know that if he can't get it done here, there may not be another shot in the near future, if at all. TC to the top rope again…waiting on Ghostal to get to his feet…trying to zero in…Ghostal to his feet and TC springs from the top rope with an attempted kick to Ghostal's face, the champion ducks under though and hits a reverse neckbreaker. Cover…1, 2..and another kickout by the challenger! Neither man backing down…and Ghostal again infuriated with the official claiming that there was another slow count. Ghostal has the referee backed into the corner, an obvious intimidation move. TC back to his feet now and he rushes in and pulls Ghost down to the mat into another small package pinning predicament…Ghostal struggling to break free…TC has it cinched tight…1, 2, 3! The referee counted three! We have a new AWF CHAMPION! Ghostal is in disbelief! New Champion!"

Walk begins to play…

RA: "The winner of the match…and NEW AWF WORLD CHAMPION…TC84!"

JFA: "A somewhat suspect count by the referee…I would dare say that it was a bit fast again…but TC overcame all the odds…he beat the champ! He beat the champ!"

G91: "I'm going to have to take another look at the film…I would dare say it may have been a fast count…but I think its safe to say that this is issue has not been resolved, but the night belongs to TC84…referee's decision will stand…and TC is the champion!"

JFA: "TC on the outside of the ring…he's on his knees cradling the AWF title…looking down at it almost in disbelief…that is what its all about there folks! Meanwhile, Ghostal going ballistic in the ring. He just leveled the referee…and setting him..Whirlwind! Whirlwind to the referee…the Game has just jumped into the ring and shoved Ghostal off the referee. The two men screaming at each other…I can't make out what G91 is saying, but Ghostal seems to be backing down. TC84 making his way to the back…I can't tell for certain, but I would dare say that he has tears of joy in his eyes."

JHA: "I'm glad that the Game is finally gone…I can't believe it! New Champion right here on Mayhem! TC84! WOOHOO!"

JFA: "What did the Game and Ghostal have to say to each other? IS this the end of the issue or just the beginning? We're out of time folks…thank you and good night…new champion…good God almighty!"

NWA you had your shot and you blew it again. Divebomb, you need to drop Prowl? He's holding you back, tag up with Viewfind, at least he's half decent.

So when are The Lock and The King going to face Quickswitch and The Mat Man for the belts?

Ghostal, I told you I could beat you, and I did that just tonight. I beat you. And I proved to you, and all of the Jackmos in the backstage are why I am Mr. Monday Night. Why I am The Whole F*cking Show. And why, now, I am the World's Champion. You cost yourself the match by taking your concentration away, and it cost you your favorite thing in this life.

As for all you ham and egging Jackmos in the back that said I couldn't do it. Well just take a good hard look at who your new World Champion and you will see just how wrong you all were

Hoo-ha! Damn straight! Nmat and QS get what they deserved! Like we always said, give em a chance and watch em win with style.

Now to bring those belts home to Pulp Faction.

As for myself I realized something today. The GPA just isn't worth my time. We did what we came here to do. Get some revenge for Silly Cow, and get the tag title contendership to NMat and QS. Besides everyone can read between the lines and realize Windy and I had the match won handsdown.

So Strafe is moving up! Like I said when I first came into the AWF, if Blaster can be AWF champion, heck, so can I.

So who's man enough to take on the Strafemeister? Who's willing to put their skills on the line? I already proved to the world that the GPA is a sham. Is the cWo or nTo next?

Lock, its good to know that you think I have some talent but I have never turned my back on P? and I never will. Hell we lost, big deal. We will be back and trust me we only get better with every match. Doomsday will come to you just like it will Pulp faction. Just it wont be until I want it. The whole AWF will not know what hit them when the NWA unleash hell.

Good win View and Uni. They never had a chance.

Ghostal you will get the title back. By hell or high water it will be yours once again.

Just a little more fun and controversy started by the GPA and friends. Now all you got to do is question why we do what we do. Think about it for awhile.

And finally, once again the mumbled ramblings of Pulp Faction are meaning less. You pulled a quick move to pin me while your partner went all cheap on P?. View and Uni whupped your pathetic little attempt at a tag team. All in all I would say that it wasn't quite the pain or revenge that you promised us. 100% owned by the GPA.

G91, next match and keep them coming,

Book it...
Sign it...
Bring it.

(OOC: Great show. Hell of a way to start off the week.)

I told you Plas you punk, I'd have a piece of you one way or another, and I don't give a damn what "the man" says about it.

(IC) Thats the next time we will have to hear Cyberdork run his mouth! One beautiful month! Oh...this is a great night! Since I'm such a nice guy, I'll let you have one last moment to say something...it best be nice though! After that...any smack or anything and you are gone for another month after that! This rules!

Cowards...cowards! All you boys think you're so tough to come down and run in on a guy, huh? Commissioner, I beseech you for a rematch, with everyone, including my suddenly non-existant Foundation, barred from ringside. I want a real match for a change, not this crap. I've had title upon title cost me on account of run-ins and I'm tired of it already!

And Blaster, King, Lock, where the hell were you? I thought this crew looked out for one another. Apparently not...

Bah. Revenge will be mine, or something..

*is tired*:/

First of all, lemme just say that I'm glad to be back to AWF. Adolf was but a nuisance, a mere obstacle to my path becoming the AWF champion. My reign of terror has just begun...

Originally posted by Plasmodium
Bah. Revenge will be mine, or something..

*is tired*:/

Tired! Pshyeah, that's a sorry excuse for a lame comeback, especially with the weak fight you put up.

And Claypool, I'll tell ya what, you missed out on Plas tonight, but why don't you take on a REAL man next time? ME! You'll get a real satisfyin' fight I tell ya.

D-Extreme: Hey does this mean we wont hear Cyberstrike yap and yap for a month? Hmmm..thats ok with me and that should teach him a lesson! And wait did I just see Ghostal lose? Wait a sec....hey Ghostal, it just means you lost 2 titles at a span of 1 week..or in 2 straight days, damn man....that is CRRAAAAAAAAZZZZYYYY!!!!!!!!!! And Blaster since you won, I wanna challenge you to a normal one-on-one match. I'm serious dude.

When the Welsh Wonder stepped into that ring tonight, I wanted the win like no other. Going after Vinny Casper at Redemption would be a dream come true. But, once again the damn stinking GPA stuck their noses in right where they didn't belong, and so did Vinny. But that's not to detract from the fact that the Double S would have won anyway. Still, I'm up for a rematch as well, but the outcome will simply be the same, and there's nothing anyone can do about that!

(OOC: Top class match. The writers got the high flying spots done perfectly methinks.)

Well well well, I get to try my luck as a ref. Don't worry Sean O Con, Scout, I will call the match right up the middle.

Now onto Mirage and co, you two pull anything and I will have your ass hung all over that ring.

Now to find a nice striped shirt.

Big Daddy Rav out of tha house!

Originally posted by Extreme_Kup
D-Extreme: Hey does this mean we wont hear Cyberstrike yap and yap for a month? Hmmm..thats ok with me and that should teach him a lesson! And wait did I just see Ghostal lose? Wait a sec....hey Ghostal, it just means you lost 2 titles at a span of 1 week..or in 2 straight days, damn man....that is CRRAAAAAAAAZZZZYYYY!!!!!!!!!! And Blaster since you won, I wanna challenge you to a normal one-on-one match. I'm serious dude.

OOC- How many god damned times do we have to tell you, and bombshell, and Cyberstrike? Anything that goes on in your little ham and egger fed has absolutely no implication on the AWF so it should be left out of the smack talk

Seriously, it's not a hard concept to understand even for those of lower intelligence

Originally posted by Galvatron91


Firstly, the bad news, we were supposed to have Stone Cold and Bombshell for you tonight, but unfortunately, Stone Cold was doing a promotional stop in the Mid West and was caught in a snow delay. However, it gives me great pleasure to tell you that Bombshell and Stone Cold will face each other as part of the double main event on Warzone this week.

So...the StoneCold one got StoneCold feet. If he's supposed to be the big guy in this fed, how come he couldn't make it so he could get his ass kicked? Well, whatever. All he's really done is continue to put off the inevitable, and come Warzone. StonedOld SkyS*itter will be Stone Cold dead.

hmmmm....not good, not good at all....


OOC: Great show, but those who wrote my match seemed to be a little on the lazy side don't you think? Anyway, not my problem. keep up the good work!

Originally posted by Redstreak
And Blaster, King, Lock, where the hell were you? I thought this crew looked out for one another. Apparently not...

Oh it does, it does. Just not for one talentless member through all his time here has only mustered enough to capture the Hardcore title while the other members have been Tag champions, World Champions, and Intercontinental Champions.

Take a guess at who that one member is.