July 14th Mayhem!!!! The AWF Warzone/Mayhem DRAFT!!!

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July 14th Mayhem!!!! The AWF Warzone/Mayhem DRAFT!!!

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Fireworks fill the highest corners of the Continental Airlines Arena as the last unified Mayhem comes on the air.


JFA: “Welcome to one of the most historic nights in Archive Wrestling Federation history!!!! Tonight, the landscape of the AWF will change forever as Mr. Reilly and Mr. Vaccaro draft their own separate rosters for Mayhem and Warzone!!!”
JHA: “That’s right! We’ve got a few matches coming up, but mostly it’s time to see who’s going where...and who’s gonna be left out in the cold!”
JFA: “We’re ready to begin the festivities with two of the AWF’s youngest stars in action!”

Amarant Vs Adolf

JFA - This should be interesting. With the joining of Bombshell and Plasmodium to the Anti-Americans, you’re never sure what’s going to happen. You can be sure that this won’t be a one on one match!

JHA - You heard what they said, strength in numbers and with their numbers, no one’s going to beat them.

The burning American flag begins to show and the crowd immediately starts to boo, even before March of the Pigs hits. Amarant Odinson walks out with the rest of the Canadians and the “You Suck!” chant starts. Amarant grabs a mic and starts to yell at the crowd:

“I suck? Look at you’re flabby A$$es sitting in your chairs. I’m the best damn technical wrestler in the AWF. You don’t like it, go join the rest of the incompetent Americans in that other wrestling federation, sorry, entertainment.”

Amarant struts down to the ring and hops in.

“I am the best damn wrestler in the AWF. You all know it, the Canadians know it, and every damn person in those locker rooms know it. If any of those losers back there doesn’t believe it, then can come out here and PROVE ME WRONG!”

With that the German national anthem blares and Adolf walks down to the ring.

JFA - Well this is an strange turn of events. Amarants going to have a hard time proving his claim on Adolf here tonight. Adolf’s going to need to watch his back though, with Blaster and the rest along the ring side.

JHA - Bah Amarant’s the best there is, the best there was and the best there.....

JFA - You’re thinking of the wrong guy boobs!

JHA - Doesn’t matter, Amarant will walk all over Adolf, the others are just here to make sure he doesn’t do anything funny.

JFA - Sure, just like you’re here to say something useful or intellegent!

With both men in the ring, the Ref signals for the bell and the match is underway. Both men size each other up, before locking up. With some twisting and pulling, Adolf gains control and throws Amarant across the ring, but Odinson rolls with it and lands on his feet. He gets up and begins to chop the chest of Adolf, the grabs his arm and whips him across the ring. Adolf bounces off, but ducks and rolls under Amarant’s clothes line. Amarant bounces off the ropes and heads back at Adolf.

JFA - Adolf telegraphs the move. Amarant slides between his, but catches Adolf, and using his momentum, rolls him up into a tiny package! Great athleticism shown here by Odinson, with a wonderful range of moves and technical knowledge.

JHA - Perfect. You can say it. That was a perfect move. Amarants just perfect!

JFA - But he doesn’t even get a two count before both men are back on their feet.

Amarant continues to chop against Adolf. He goes to whip him into the corner, but Adolf manager to counter and kicks Odinson in the face. He drags Amarant to his feet again, then sends him to the mat again with a scoop slam. Adolf is up and stomps at the head of Amarant before heading up to the corner. He begins to climb the top rope, setting up for a sunset flip. But Bombshell grabs the rope and shakes it, causing Adolf to fall, straddling the top turnbuckle, wincing in pain.

JFA - The Ref didn’t see it! What a dirty trick by Bombshell!

JHA - Ha! See, just looking out for Amarant.

Amarant gets onto his feet, not seeing what has happened. He hops up to the second rope , grabs Adolf around the waist, and sends him for a German suplex from the top rope. BUT he keeps his hands locked! He drags him up for second and third German Suplexes. He stands up and looks at the fallen Adolf, kicking him and mocking him.

The crowd begins to chant “You Suck! You Suck! You Suck! You Suck!” and Amarant walks to the ropes and begins to yell and talk trash to the nearest audience members. Adolf begins to stir and gets to his knees. Blaster walks around and shouts at Amarant to forget it and finish the match. Amarant, obviously pissed off, walks over and kicks Adolf in the sides. He then drags him to his feet, and sets him up for a suplex. But too much time has past and Adolf has regained his wits. He lets his legs go and turns it into a dangerous DDT. Amarant fall hard on his head. Adolf quickly moves in for the pin. As the count reaches to the two count, Blaster reaches in and puts Amarants leg on the ropes. The stops the count. Adolf is livid! He hops up and goes over to the ropes and begins to yell at Blaster, as the crowd “Boos”.

Amarant uses the time to regain his footing and clear his head. He walks up and grabs Adolf, whipping him against the ropes and into a huricannrana!. Aramant is right there, lifts him to his feet and then sends him into a tombstone pile driver. Instead of pinning him he stands up and looks at the crowd.

JHA - He’s got that look in his eyes! Are we going to see it?

Amarant does a tight cutthroat gesture to the crowd and then starts to climb to the top rope.

JHA - Yes! We’re going to see a wolverine fly tonight!

JFA - I’ve seen a house fly. But no! Adolf rolls out of the way. Amarant misses with the flying head butt. He flew head first into the matt, he’s not moving. Where did Adolf get the energy from? The question is: can he capitalize on it?

With both men out on the ground, the Ref begins his 10 count: 1 .... nothing, both men on the ground. 2 ........... Still nothing. 3 .......... Amarant begins to stir. 4 ......... Amarant has struggled to his knees, but Adolf is beginning to get to his feet as well. 5 .......... both men struggle and find the ropes. 6 ........... they manage to drag themselves to their feets. 7 and both men are back to their feet and ready to fight. Amarant goes to punch Adolf, but Adolf blocks it punches back. Amarant retaliates with a punch of his own. Both men are standing in the centre of the ring, punching back and forth. Amarant scores with a couple of hard shots, then bounces off the ropes attempting to shoulder slam Adolf. But Adolf gets his hand up and catches Amarant by the throat. He then grabs Amarants and flips it over his and lifts him up for a chokeslam. But Amarant kicks his legs up and grabs onto Adolf’s other arm, using his weight to bring him down. On the way down Amarant switches around and they land in a Crippler crossface!.

Adolf reaches out and just manages to grab onto the rope. The Ref is there telling Amarant to break the hold, but Amarant refuses to. The Ref begins to count, but before he gets to three, Amarant breaks the hold. He gets up and walks over to the Ref, arguing over the call. Amarant shoves the Ref, but the Ref shoves back. Adolf reaches up between Amarants legs and rolls him into a school boy.

JHA - NO FAIR! The Ref helped out there! That should be a disqualification!

JFA - But Amarant kicks out after two.

Adolf quickly regains his feet, and goes to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs to the top rope. This time Blaster’s the one there. He shakes the rope, sending Adolf crashing into the neither regions for the second time this match. The Ref see’s it though and yells at Blaster and the other Canadians at ringside.

JFA - Blaster and the Canadians have been ejected from ringside!

JHA - The Ref has no right to do that! They’re here to cheer on their team mate. The Ref should be kicked out for helping earlier!

Amarant gets up though and seizes the opportunity. He hops up, and grabs Adolf’s arm. He then drags him off the top turnbuckle into a falling arm bar. When they hit the mat, Amarant continues to keep the pressure on the arm but Adolf won’t give up.

JFA - Amarant’s putting some serious pressure on that arm. I don’t know how much longer Adolf can take the pain.

JHA - Yeah and they’re right in the centre of the ring, there’s no escape for Adolf now. See Amarant can win with out the support of his team mates. And you called it cheating!

JFA - What’s Amarant doing now?!? He’s Hyperextending the arm! Adolf’s rolling in pain, but he won’t tap! Amarant’s bringing his leg up and ......... NO! He’s driving his toe into the shoulder joint, into the hyperextended shoulder joint of Adolf! This is sick!

JHA - House of Pain! House of Pain! He’s tapping, Adolf is tapping!

The Ref calls for the bell, but Amarant holds on! Finally giving it one pull and twist a sicking pop is heard as the shoulder is dislocated. Amarant gets up and raises his arms to the booing crowd.

JFA - What a sickening end to a brutal match. This kid has a serious mean streak to him!

JHA - Yeah, but he’s damn good!

After the match, cameras go backstage and find Mr. Vaccaro sitting in his office, making notes as he watches the conclusion of the Amarant/Adolf match.

*Fade to Commercial*

Brave Maximus vs. A-Train

From the wreckage of Dual Destruction, emerge questions. Many questions... few answers. But enough questions answered to block out those that were never addressed by those who cared too much to even want to know the half of it in the first instance, but will have to settle for second-guessing before the final analysis.

JHA: “Confused yet”?
JFA: “Man, I gave up reading intro’s as soon as I started playing video games”.
JHA: “Lets hope the audience do the same. Potentially we could get away with so much”.

The speakertrons burst into life shaking the peons to their very cores. The unfamiliar tune of Mindless Self Indulgence’s ‘Bring On The Pain’ rocks, and the fans cheer heartily as they realise the music belongs to the recent comeback kid and hairiest man in the AWF; Astrotrain!

He stumbles down the aisle in a staccato style (if that’s even possible) shaking babies and slapping faces. He is not in this game to make friends, something he's quickly becoming good at. Fan favour quickly turns against him.

JHA: “Yes ladies and germs, its the one, the only Astrotrain. They sure breed ‘em big and tough in Churchill, Tennessee don’t they J”?
JFA: “Yup, whichever side of the AWF picket fence this guy falls on, you can be sure he’s going to cause a whirlwind of violence and evility”.
JHA: “Chalk up another new entry for Dictionary.com”.

Suddenly the lights go out and the arena is plunged into darkness.

JFA: “This can only mean one thing”.
JHA: “Oh for ****s sake, won’t somebody insulate this dude already”?

Elaborate lightning style pyrotechnics explode from the entrance way and leap across the space between it and the ring. They connect with all four turnbuckles, illuminating Astrotrain for a moment as the four independent sparks join as one above his head and explode in a fantastic electrical climax of sound and light.

Then, power is restored to the arena, and there in the ring looking as cool and serene as ever is Brave Maximus, standing passionless before his follically abundant opponent.

Brave Max: “I want to look into your soul”.

Astrotrain considers this request for a fraction of a second, and then replies by punching Max in the teeth. The big man falls to the ground, and the lairy hairy Churchillian fairy leaps on him to dispense some top-drawer hurtery. The bell rings belatedly whilst JHA hurries to wipe the coffee froth from his shirt after completely missed his mouth in the darkness.

JFA: “Game on fight fans. A-Trains moving like a freight train in this, his glorious second coming. Look at that stunning double axe handle he delivered just as Max was rising up. Now he’s getting down and dirty with some HARD blows. If they were any harder, he would surely be a hot property in the porn industry”.
JHA: “Incredibly one sided this match is”.
JFA: “Somewhat surprising too. One; for your pathetic Yoda impression, and two; because Maximus has made a name for himself as something of a giant killer. Maybe he’s just biding his time, as all data on Astro is out of date. He’s an unknown quantity, and Max is the test bed”.
JHA: “Punch bag science. Hardly quantum theory is it”.
JFA: “No, but then again what is”?
JHA: “Ask Schroedingers cat, he’s a friend of Ragbowski’s”.
JFA: “Schroedinger”?
JHA: “No, the pussy”.

Astrotrain rolls Maximus into a tightly packed ball of arms and legs before bouncing on top of him and using him like a space hopper. The fans roar at him, and Maxx harnesses their vocal energy into a recalcitrant consolidation of aggression. As Astro pushes his luck, Brave Maximus roars like thunder, freeing his arms. With leverage now afforded, he begins his attack by nailing Astro in the small of the back.

The slight gain affords interest. With his bandy legs now freed, he spin kicks into Astrotrain's head, smacking him down into the canvas. His fight has begun!

JHA: “Wow! Instant demolishment. Why was he holding back”?
JFA: “Who knows what goes on in the minds of our fighters J, especially those as mysterious as Brave Maxx”?

The combatants get their groove on and plunge into the action as if beating on Missy Elliot for her crimes against everything. Astro grapples his foe into a somewhat convoluted half nelson, but the move encourages more fight from Maxx, who snaps up and lays into the rug monster with a flurry of lefts and rights that fell the returning officer to a massive applause from the crowd.

However, Astro’s indomitable back hair now comes into play, cushioning his fall. Their multiple curly-coiled ness spring him back in to the fight quicker than the time it takes Maxx to react. Astro wraps a thick arm around his foe’s neck and plants the other fist repeatedly into Brave’s face for a bloody show in grievous bodily harm.

JHA: “Ouch! Tough love from Astro”.

With Maximus stunned, Astrotrain puts pedal to the metal with a full on ovarian flip-face buster combo. He finishes it off with a saucy elbow drop the spine and an extra tight sleeper just to make sure. The toil of the barrage tells upon Maximus’ body, and as he struggles valiantly, the fans watch with the painful realisation of being unable to help their hero. Maxx’s movements fade away to nothing, and one by one, their gaze drops to the floor.

Astrotrain floats into position for the pin. The ref raises Brave’s hand once and sees it fall to the ground. Portions of the crowd look up, ever hopeful, for Maximus is a great one for coming back from the brink. He has the power to surprise even the ruthless and vile Vincenzo Ghostal, as seen most recently in the PPV.

His hand slaps the canvas a second time. The ref raises it again for the crucial decider. Hearts rise... but it slaps down again. The fans let out a collective groan.

Astrotrain bounces into the air as the bell rings and his music blasts. A comeback, a victory, a 100% win record, a train of destruction set to arrive bang on time forevermore in the AWF, with express deliveries of pulsating action. All challengers will be departing on the 9:05 to Loserville.

He proudly displays his back coiffured accoutrement to the angry crowd and the supine Brave Maximus before making his way backstage for beer and harmony grits.

After the match, before the broadcast goes to commercial, we see Mr. Reilly sitting in a folding chair, making a few notes of his own in front of a TV set.

As the broadcast returns from commercials, we find JFA and JHA standing in the ring. A red carpet has been laid over the canvas, and a handsome office desk has been placed in the middle of the ring with a chair on each side. As the broadcast is coming back on, Mr. Vaccaro is just stepping through the ropes and greeting JFA and JHA. Each man has a microphone in hand.

Vaccaro: “Before we begin the draft, I just wanted to say one thing to you two: this company’s had its ups and downs over the past nineteen months, but I want you both to be confident that you’ll always have a place in my company. The Warzone announce table will always be yours to...”

No chance, that’s what you got!

Before Mr. Vaccaro can continue, Mr. Reilly comes through the curtains and strolls smugly to the ring, stepping through the ropes. He comes face to face with Vaccaro, and the two look as though they may come to blows until JHA and JFA separate the two and force them to their respective seats.

JFA: “Now, gentlemen, you both understand exactly how this is going to work. Mr. Reilly, because you won the coin toss earlier tonight, you will pick first. From there, Mr. Vaccaro will pick next, and we’ll go back and forth until all 52 AWF superstars have been selected. Mr. Reilly, if you...”

Reilly: “Shut up, pea brain! You need to learn when to speak and when to listen to your superiors. This is exactly why you deserved to be banished to Warzone, you talentless hack. Now, as for you...MISTER Vaccaro...are you ready to watch your company slip away? Are you ready to watch Mayhem become the number one wrestling program on television...WITHOUT YOU? I hope so, because as my first pick in the AWF Draft, I select....”

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With an explosion of fireworks, Blaster comes through the curtains and walks to the ring, and all four men inside look surprised as hell by his presence. Blaster steps right up to Mr. Reilly and snatches his microphone away.

Blaster: “You know, before you do these idiots the honor of selecting Y3Blaster, the Ayatollah of Rock and Rollah, the Highlight of the Night, as the number one pick in the AWF draft, I thought I would bring you two gentlemen a little...video evidence, shall we say, that testifies to Y3B’s status as the greatest superstar the AWF has ever seen!”

Just then, the big screen lights up with images of Omega and Sean “SC2K” Coughlan, two of the AWF ‘s youngest superstars, being loaded into ambulances, their faces bloodied and battered.

Blaster: “My fellow Mother Canuckers and I have done you gentlemen a great service by cutting some of the dead weight off the underbelly of this bloated company. As you can see, no man in the AWF can stand against Y3Blaster! I’m the best, plain and simple! Now, do the right thing, Reilly, and write my name on that piece of paper.”

Reilly: “Blaster, you and I have had our fair share of differences, but I have to admit that I respect you. You’re on my draft sheet, to be sure. But I’m sorry I have to disappoint you, because my number one pick is none other than The Game, Galvatron91! Now hit the bricks so we can get this draft over with!”

Blaster grabs his head in disbelief and points a threatening finger in Reilly’s face before abandoning the ring. As the crowd looks on in shock at Reilly selecting one of his most hated rivals at #1, Reilly and Vaccaro finally take their seats and the formal draft is underway.

Vaccaro: “With my #1 pick, I’m going with a man who’s going to be the star of AWF Warzone. A man who, just recently, struck the gold he’s been after for so long, and who, in my opinion, will be the next AWF Heavyweight Champion...Redstreak!”

Reilly: “Fine. I’ll take the AWF Heavyweight Champion...what would The Game be without his best friend? I’m going to make their lives a living hell...I’ll take The HeartBrend Kid!”

Vaccaro: “Suit yourself, Reilly...I’ll take the AWF’s resident gangsta, the greatest Intercontinental Champion...and the greatest Hardcore Champion...of all time, Homeslice!”

Reilly: “It’s your dollar, Vaccaro...if you want to collect former Intercontinental Champions, that’s your business...I live in the here and now, my friend, which is why I’m taking the reigning Intercontinental Champion, Sixswitch!”

Vaccaro: “You just don’t know talent when you see it...I’ll take the original Intercontinental Champion, the man, the myth...The Lock!”

Reilly: “As much as I hate to admit it, that idiotic Canadian has a point...he’s a force to be reckoned with...I’ll take Y3Blaster!”

Vaccaro: “Since Warzone’s going to be the most stylish AWF program around, I think it’s time I add a little flash to the mix...with The Big Ragebowski!”

Reilly: “Did you work on your draft sheet at all, Vaccaro? Don’t you WANT ratings? I hate the man with a passion, but what can I say, he brings the numbers...Stone Cold Skywarp is my pick!”

Vaccaro: “You want to deal with that nutcase? Be my guest. The man’s more trouble than he’s worth, and you of all people should know that. And since you’re obsessed with titles, I’m signing the only 3-time AWF Heavyweight Champion....my good friend V3, Vin Ghostal!!”

Reilly: “The man’s a hack anyways...since you’re not interested in established stars, I’ll take the man that BEAT Ghostal for the Heavyweight Championship...T.C.!”

Vaccaro: “Oh, I’m interested in titles...which is why I’ll be taking the AWF’s reigning Hardcore Champion, God Jinrai!”

Reilly: “You were smart enough to take The Lock, but you forgot about his arch-nemesis! I’ll take the man with the biggest upside in the AWF, and the man that defeated The Lock at Dual Destruction...The King!”

Vaccaro: “King’s a dangerous man, that’s true. Seems my roster could use a particularly dangerous man. That’s why I’ll take the One Man Army himself, RCOSD!”

Reilly: “You know, he and I may have a complicated past, but I’m confident that he’s the kind of man that AWF fans want to see. I’ll take Lord Claypool.”

Vaccaro: “Fine by me, Reilly...Mayhem can feature the stars of the past, but Warzone will be about the present. That’s why I’m taking the AWF Tag Team Champions, Divebomb and P?!”

Reilly: “So, this is about tag teams, is it? I can play that game. I’ll take Quick Switch and Mat Man!”

As Vaccaro makes a note on his draft sheet and crosses out a few recently-selected names, “I Will Be Heard” begins to blast and Ravage comes through the curtains to a very mixed reaction from the capacity crowd! Strolling to ringside, the powerful AWF veteran climbs into the ring and stands directly between Mr. Vaccaro and Mr. Reilly.

Reilly: “What the hell do you think you’re doing? You’re interrupting the most important process in the history of this company!”

Ravage: “Sit down and keep your mouth shut, you little piece of slime! I came out here to make perfectly clear my thoughts on this whole company split. Let me make it extremely clear to both you gentlemen that Big Daddy Rav bows to no man. I’ve played out all the scenarios in my head, envisioned exactly how this split is going to pan out. I can see it now - both of you doing anything, absolutely everything, to one-up the other and stay on top of the ratings, the attendance, and everything else that comes with being the best. But I’ll tell you something right now. Big Daddy Rav is his own man. That means he does whatever he wants, whenever he wants. But I’ll tell you something else. I’ve decided exactly where my support lies in this whole thing. I’ve decided exactly which show is going to bring Ravage himself to the millions and millions of Little Ravs out there. And that’s Warzone.”

Reilly: “What?!? You can’t just come out here and parade around, telling...”

Vaccaro: “Too late, Reilly! The man’s made up his mind! My next pick is...Ravage!”

Reilly: “Oh yeah?!? You think that’s real slick, don’t you, Vaccaro?!? Well, I’m going to go you one better...Rav, you’ve been itching to get your hands on Bombshell one more time, haven’t you? You just can’t get enough, can you? That Street Fight at Dual Destruction didn’t quench your thirst, did it? Well.....TOUGH, BIG MAN!”

JHA: “What?”

JFA: “What are you saying, Reilly?”

Reilly: “I’m saying that Ravage is NEVER going to get that chance! Because with my next pick, I’m taking The Mad Bomber himself, Bombshell!”

Realizing that Reilly’s selection has pulled his archnemesis out of his reach, Ravage’s eyes begin to burn with hatred, and he rushes forward out of nowhere and nails Reilly with a big boot to the face! As Mr. Vaccaro and the announcers stand by, unable to interfere, Big Daddy Rav absorbs the cheers of the crowd, then heads to the back! The broadcast goes to a commercial as Mr. Reilly, dazed, begins to get to his feet!

*COMMERCIAL*

After the break, we return to Mr. Reilly sitting in his seat, holding his head and looking extremely dazed and confused. Mr. Vaccaro still sits across the table, looking not particularly upset about the whole situation. At the bottom of the screen, the program flashes a note that Reilly’s selection of Bombshell automatically linked his girlfriend Arcee up with a Mayhem contract.

Vaccaro: “Well, seeing as how your last pick before that little...unfortunate encounter was really two picks in one, what say I even things up, eh? I’ll take Black Zarak and Wolfang!”

Reilly: “Mmmph.”

JFA: “Mr. Reilly, are you feeling all right? It’s your turn to pick, sir.”

Reilly: “Urrrrgghh...Adullllfff.”

Vaccaro: “Adolf. Heh. What a great choice.”

JHA: “Reilly, you gotta be out of your mind drafting him that high! Snap out of it!”

JFA: “He really doesn’t so good.”

Vaccaro: “That’s the way the draft cookie crumbles! If you’re gonna leave him out there, Reilly, that’s your loss...I’ll take Windcharger!”

Reilly: “.....”

JFA: “Mr. Reilly? Your selection?”

Reilly: “Umph. Cane.”

Vaccaro: “Cane Deathscream, eh? Another incredibly wise choice right in the middle of the draft! You really did your homework, Reilly! Lesseeee, I think I’ll take....Cyberstrike!”

JHA: “Reilly’s letting this draft slip away!”

JFA: “I’m almost scared to ask, Mr. Reilly...your next pick?”

Reilly: “Oh, god, my head...I don’t know, Lord Chaos.”

JHA: “Who?”

JFA: “Is he even on the payroll?”

Vaccaro: “What’s wrong with this? Everything about this picture is completely fair. I’ll take that monster Morpheus.”

JFA: “Mr. Reilly, before you...”

Before JFA can continue his admonishment, “Head Like a Hole” hits and The King comes through the curtains! The boos nearly push the former Intercontinental and Tag Team Champion out of the arena as he rushes to ringside with a bucket in his hand. Jumping into the ring, King upends the bucket and drops a bucket of water over Mr. Reilly’s head!

King: “Snap out of it, Reilly. I hate your stinking guts, but I would rather jump ship than to work for a company that’s been filled with hacks and has-beens because the owner couldn’t pull himself together enough to assemble a decent roster. I WILL be the Heavyweight Champion one way or the other, but give me some competition, you sorry sack of trash! Get it together and clean it up!”

King leaves the ring in a huff, and Reilly’s left in his chair, scared by King’s threats but obviously re-awakened by the water dumped over his head. Soaked to the core, Reilly takes a look at his draft sheet and stares furiously across the table at the smug Vaccaro.

Reilly: “Enough messing around. It’s my turn. I pick the former Tag Champion himself, Jetfire.”

Vaccaro: “Oh yeah? Well, obviously your head hasn’t cleared completely, Reilly! I’ll take Computron!”

Reilly: “Graahhhhhhh....Blitzwing and Plasmodium are still on the table...a lot of other guys, too....I’ll take Plasmodium, being the great Intercontinental Champion that he is.”

Vaccaro: “WAS, I think you mean...Warzone needs a healthy dose of patriotism...I’ll take UPF.”

Reilly: “You would...Blitzwing’s my next choice!”

Vaccaro: “Brave Maximus is one wrecking-ball of a superstar...I’ll take him.”

Reilly: “Oh, so now we’re pocketing the big men, are we? In that case, I’ll take one of the biggest around...The Raid!”

Vaccaro: “I’m gonna have to go with another big-time vet, Reilly, and one piece of gold your dazed ass forgot about...it’s gotta be D-Extreme, our brand new TV Champion. What say we go two-and-two now?”

Reilly: “Mmmph...fine...CloudStrifer and....Jinei.”

Vaccaro: “Fair enough...I’ll take two more big men - A-Train and OP2005.”

Reilly: “See, it makes me wonder when you don’t show any interest in the only two ladies on the roster...I’ll take Scout and Sir Auros.”

Vaccaro: “Fine...in that case, I’ll take the master of the Ivory Tower, Strafe and....hmmm....how about that nutcase himself, Starscreamer.”

Reilly: “Last two, eh....Turbo Charger and....Gruff.”

Vaccaro: “By default, that leaves me with Tempest and Amarant Odinson. Hey, two young studs for the price of none. I can accept that!”

As Vaccaro and Reilly make a few final notes, JFA declares the draft officially over.

JFA: “The split is complete, gentlemen. Warzone and Mayhem are now unique entities.”

Reilly: “Good luck to you, Vaccaro. Judging from your talent, you’re going to need every bit of it.”

Reilly’s music hits and the Mayhem owner leaves the ring as Vaccaro stares after him, and the show goes off the air.
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Brave Maximus Sits in the dark, distracted. Not destracted by his defeat, but distracted by the fact that everything he ever wanted is within his reach.

BM *Looking down at his hands* - Soon. Soon I will be able to redeem myself. The blood of Black Zarak stains my hands even now. I feel tainted by it. Even as in the ring, against an unworthy opponent, I could not fight. My future was uncertian. NOW, with the draft finished and the collective fate of us decided, I now know that I can deliver vengance upon those who desirve it.
Vin Ghostal. The coward who hides in the shadows - Come out Boy, the draft has not saved you. You shall fall to me. In our rematch, You will not win with such a cowardly act. Your blood will stain the mat and flow like a river. Then you will tell me what I want to know. You will tell me what you saw that fateful day, and then you will beg for mercy!
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Reily picked me? How orginial. Now lets see, where does this go. I wonder what he has in mind, but no fear, I shall be victorious in this feild as well! Long live ODIN! Longlive THOR! LONG LIVE CLOUDSTRIFER!
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So, the battle lines have been drawn. Vin Ghostal Part III is headed to Warzone. The list of superstars joining me on Wednesday nights is great, but none can outshine the biggest name of all, V3. Think there's any way I don't climb the mountain and rip that AWF Heavyweight Championship right out of HBK's hands? Gimme a break, punk....

THAT'S JUST CRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZYYYYYY!!!!
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Before you go climbing any mountains boy, you must finish what you began. A cowardly act and hiding in the shadows will not save you from me. I will find what I need to know from you, even if I have to hear it on your waining breath.

So come and face me coward, for I am here. If I must seek you out and drag you to the ring, you would find it most ........ unpleasant
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Post by Halfshell »

Monday Night stays Brendino Heat Night!

The Icon, the Sho Stoppa, the Mayhem Event, the Highlight of your Life - the HeartBrend Kid. The AWF Champion. Staying on the show that made him famous. Life is good.

So if Mayhem has the AWF Champion, then Mayhem must be the Champion show, right? Wrong! It can't be whilst it's being run by a schmuck like ol' Reilly.

But that's no problem - I know it's gonna be even more fun for D-Generation Next to break the rules that he makes. Riling Reilly is gonna be fun. And if he ain't down with that... you know the rest. And you've missed it.
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OOC: A summary of the draft for everyone who couldn't be bothered to read the highly entertaining post which spawned this topic. Props to the writers.

AWF Mayhem
“The Game” Galvatron91
"The HeartBrend Kid" Sean O'Con
Sixswitch
Y3Blaster
Stone Cold Skywarp
ThunderCracker84
The King
Lord Claypool
Quick Switch & nmathew
Bombshell & Arcee
Adolf
Cane
Lord Chaos
Jetfire
Plasmodium
Blitzwing
The Raid
CloudStrifer & Jinei
Scout & Sir Auros
Turbo Charger & Gruff

AWF Warzone
Redstreak
Viewfind
The Lock
The Big Ragebowski
Vin Ghostal
God Jinrai
RCOSD
The NWA (P? & Divebomb)
Ravage
Blood & Thunder (Black Zarak & Wolfang)
Windcharger
Cyberstrike
Morpheus
Computron
UPF
Brave Maximus
D-Extreme
A-Train & OP2005
Starscreamer
Tempest & Amarant Odinson


IC: Hee hee. It looks like Blood & Thunder get another shot at the tag gold. Make no mistake about this; as soon as Z is back in action, Divebomb and P? had better watch where they're treading... because I can almost assure you that you are going to be walking into our territory. Then we're gonna show you that we're the dominant males in the Tag Team division.

Our intention all along was to be in the hunt for the belts. Unfortunately, the timing of our alliance was more than a little off: we merely got lost in the shuffle. But once Z gets back in the game, its gonna be RIP NWA. Say your prayers, guys... you know the rest...
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*We see Big Daddy Rav smiling out back in the hallways.*

You know I am sure all of you are wondering why me, Big Daddy Ravage did what I did tonight. I think I spoke pretty well for myself out there as is. But you know the other reason why? Do you really?

Well it's pretty damn simple. Big Daddy Rav is the biggest, baddest, most powerful creature in the fed. I somehow always manage to get screwed out of belts, or beaten down by gangs of men but you know what? I get up and I keep going. Some stupid rules won't hold me down. Bombshell and the rest of the Canuck Connection, think they are safe. Well not really, sooner than later the AWF is going to know all about what I am here for. And the whole fed is going to have one hell of a hangover.

So it's like this, your either with me or againist me. I no longer care which, I am here to do what I do best and thats fights, so to my family, friends and Little Ravs.

BIG DADDY RAV IN THA HOUSE!
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Post by Galvatron91 »

Well, well, well...so it seems Reilly does have a bit of taste, selecting the Human Highlight Reel...The Genetic Freak...The Bad Guy...The Game as the first pick. Now why this idiot would want to make his own life hell is beyond me, but then who can blame him...me...HBK...talk about dominating the ratings...
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Post by Bombshell »

Originally posted by Ravage
Bombshell and the rest of the Canuck Connection, think they are safe.


Well, we are, considering we're on the Monday Mayhem,while your regulated to the backwater dregs of Warzone that all Americans like you belong.
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All shizzel, Vaccaro knows how to pick the big dawgs namely VIEWFIND, but anyways whats this mean for da GPA? who knows, my homeboys P? and Dbomb are still chilling wit da blingzilla him self, so its all good in da HOOD!!
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*Dark laughter fills the Arena*

BM - And you think you are safe Viewfind? Poor child, the draft has lead you strait into the darkness. You may or may not be the one I am looking for. But, little boy, as soon as Vin Ghostal is lait to REST IN PEACE, I will come for you and your band of cowards.
I will make sure that you know the embrace of the Final Darkness.

Know this: You, Vin Ghostal, the NWA, all of you - I will be watching you, and every act that you do to others, every cowardly, underhanded, dirty deed. I shall then avenge it upon you very soul.

Every time you turn around, remember, I am that shadow which haunts you, and at the end, it will be I that lays you to rest.
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Awe yes sons! The new hair revolution has begun.... Let the celebrations commence. I'm off to the salon, my back hair needs a perm. :\
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Looks like the one and only TC is gonna be the man that stays known as Mr. Monday Night since I will now be appearing exclusively on Mayhem, that is until I get my world title back. Now as for Reilly, man I thougt I got rid of your punk ass twice already, but you just keep coming back, you must have a fetish for getting your ass kicked dont you. I mean, you picked four men, who hate your guts, and love beating the tar out of you, you're just begging to be killed.
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IC

The Gruff is going to Mayhem and mayhem i will cause. first order of business is Cloudy Khan, oops i mean Cloudy the viking. good grief this guy has more personalities than mick freakin foley!!

well he'll be the first, if his new found bum chum dino blight gets involved he'll get a good ass whupping as well. i'll show reilly i've got ruthless aggression and take things to the next level. show him that I AM THE FUTURE of this industry, not some of these washed up has beens.

and u'll know my name as The Gruff, when i lay my vengeance upon u!
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D-Ex: Well seeing that I am in warzone, it seems like D-Extreme has a job to do. You see I, your current TV champion got drafted on Warzone due to the fact Mayhem's owner....got a little bit drunk and as we speak is hoggin the toilet room here to my left. Now as your TV champ, I D-Extreme will promise you the fans of the AWF that I will NOT fail you guys to show you some extreme stuff! And I will show you guys a WAR whenever I face someone in the ring of Warzone. *gets a piece of paper from the camera guy* what? I will read this?! Oh alright. "And yes as TV champion....Warzone is 100% mother canucker free....as said by the department of immigration" good day. :D

OOC: the draft was cool. hey hey hey I'm on Warzone :)
The X-WCW IS BACK!!! Wanna get XTREME? YOU JUST GOT IT!

D-Ex and Igz, your AWF Tag Team Champs. You think you got what it takes to take The Serial Slackaz on? Then join the
AWF and show us what you got!
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Post by Ravage »

Bombers, I'll stay where I want to stay, besides I am sure I can get a belt and hold that over your maple sucking rednecks heads.
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IC: Well well well.. so I am on Mayhem and what a roster we have here.. The Game, HeartBrend Kid, Y3B, Stone Cold, and TC.. the competition is formidable to say the least but is The King scared? HELL NO! Now I can prove to the world that I can stand shoulder to shoulder with the best AWF has to offer. I am the most dangerous man because I can beat anybody, anytime, anywhere..and I never shy away from a challenge from anybody. Since that puny Lock is on Warzone where he will actually get to win once in a while I am free to face worthier foes. My first order of business is to test my skills, to see how I stack up in the land of giants. I don't want a lightweight so here goes:

Thundercracker you are NEXT!! :eyebrow:

OOC: Awesome! Can't wait for the next Mayhem. Warzone is interesting too.
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Post by Grimlock »

See, Weinerboy King, has to talk smack to the "big boys" so he can pretend he is one of them. Stop trying to cover up for what your lacking you schmuck. Mahem, Warzone, it doesn't matter, your going to be a doormat no matter where you go.

*AHEM*
Originally posted by Wolfang
Make no mistake about this; as soon as Z is back in action, Divebomb and P? had better watch where they're treading... because I can almost assure you that you are going to be walking into our territory.
Someone is forgetting that The Lock has an ass to kick. Ever since you and Z poorly impersonated me and made me lose the "I quit" match (Only in the record books of course, because everyone knows The Lock won the match) the Lock has needed to kick your ass and break your ankle. You claim that it was just business, The Lock has no problem with that, but he's not going to let you off scot-free. See the Lock can't be leaniant, otherwise you become a pansy like King has. So the Lock needs to put the whole Warzone roster, the best damn roster in town, in their place, starting with you and Z, because when your dealing with the Lock, your dealing with Murder...

IF YA SMELL WHAT THE LOCK IS COOKIN' :eyebrow:

OOC: Cool Mahem, Can the AWF press office get back to me on my PM, it could be useful. :p
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WAR WAR WAR!!!!
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