AWF Thursday Night Mayhem 1/3 RESULTS

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AWF Thursday Night Mayhem
January 3, 2002

Backstage. Faceless, nameless host goon grins inanely at camera.
FNHG: "Well, it's only two weeks away folks - AWF: Sky High Redemption! As it stands at the moment it's gonna be an absolute barnstormer. AWF Champion Shrapnel taking on the one, the only - "StoneCold" Skywarp. StoneCold of course granted this title shot after lodging an official complaint about his non-elimination from the Royal Rumble. After viewing the tape, AWF chief Chris Vaccaro made the right decision in deciding that Skywarp should get his revenge... his shot at redemption, if you like..." "... at the next Pay per view. Of course it raises all sorts of questions - firstly, will the champion have the Insecticon Hive in his corner? We saw here tonight what a devastating effect they can have. And if they are at ringside, how will Skywarp react? Will the rest of the Triumverate be at ringside? I know that if I was Kicback or Bombshell, I wouldn't try anything funny with Galvatron91 and Addl about! Anyway, time is getting short - they're setting up for another storming contest: European Championship tournament continues... let’s go to the arena!"

European Title Tournament Quarterfinals
Sixswitch vs. Silly Cow
The sound of the Red Hot Chili Peppers boogies through the stadium, as the first combatant stands at the top of the ramp, smirking.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a quarter final in the tournament to decide the AWF European Champion! On his way to the ring, from Northern Europe, where the Polar Bears live... Silly Cow!"

Silly Cow jogged down to ringside and ascended the ringsteps. He hadn't even stepped through the ropes when his music was cut, and repleaced by Public Domain's "Operation Blade"
"And his opponent, from Wales... Sixswitch!"
Sixswitch sprinted down the ramp, arm outstretched, fiving with the fans in the aisle. He slid into the ring, and stood calmly whilst the referee checked the undersoles of his boots, and inspected the two wrestlers' gear for any irregularities. Satisfied, the referee stepped back and signalled for the bell.

The two combatants started in a collar and elbow tie up, before Sixswitch won out and stepped into a standing side headlock. Silly Cow quickly pushed the Welshman off, however, and sent him into the ropes. Dropping to his belly to duck the rebounding Sixswitch, Silly Cow didn't see his opponent grab the top rope. As he got to his feet, confused, Silly Cow caught a boot into the midsection, followed by a kneelift into his chin, flooring him.

Sixswitch backed up, watching his opponent get back to his feet, before landing a stiff chop to the chest. He grabbed Silly Cow, and whipped him into the ropes, whilst rushing backwards to come off the strands on the opposite side. Silly Cow let his momentum carry him, and was levelled with a flying reverse spin kick. The impact brought the crowd to life, and Sixswitch quickly dropped into a lateral press, but only got a one-count before his opponent kicked out.

Sixswitch was eager to maintain his momentum, and quickly pulled up Silly Cow. He whipped him into the ropes, dropping his head for a back bodydrop. Silly Cow anticipated it though, and landed a sunset flip for a two count. The two scrambled to their feet, and Silly Cow landed a clothesline to send his opponent back down to the mat.

With Sixswitch floored, Silly Cow hit the ropes, but failed to make contact with the legdrop. Sixswitch quickly slid out from under the bottom rope, dragging his opponent with him. As Silly Cow's feet reached the apron, he felt the sting of a right hand. The referee started his count as Sixswitch landed a martial arts kick to the side of the head, dropping his opponent to his knees. The Welshman quickly slid back into the ring, backed up to get a running start, before sprinting across the ring to land a stunning plancha dive onto his recovering opponent.

After getting his bearings back, Sixswitch heaved Silly Cow back into the ring, before ascending the ropes to reach the top turnbuckle. He watched as Silly Cow staggered back to his feet, before launching the flying crossbodyblock. Unfortunately, Silly Cow ducked, causing the Brit to collide chest first with the canvas. Seizing his moment, the groggy Silly Cow quickly landed an elbow drop, before making the cover for a two count. Silly Cow quickly backed up, watching his opponent rise, before levelling him with a drop kick for another near fall. He quickly stood up, and hit Sixswitch with a snap suplex. After dragging him into the corner, Silly Cow ascended to the second turnbuckle, and gave the signal to the crowd that it was all over.

As the audience jeered, Silly Cow launched himself forwards, but Sixswitch somehow sat up to avoid the kneedrop. As Silly Cow writhed in agony, the Welshman clambered to his feet, fueled by adreneline, and proceeded to deliver a series of martial arts kicks to the injured knee. He backed Silly Cow into the ropes, throwing him forwards for the rebound, and connecting with a powerful flying lariat. As the crowd started getting into it, Sixswitch waited for his opponent to rise, before rushing in to deliver an inverted atomic drop, followed by a swift martial arts kick to the side of the head. Silly Cow fell to the canvas with a thud, but managed to kick out of the lateral press just inches away from the count of three.

Grinning, Sixswitch stood up and backed away. He watched as his foe staggered to a vertical position. Silly Cow turned, exhausted, and walked straight into the standing Shooting Star Press. The referee hit the ground, and the three count was delivered.

Intercontinental Title Tournament First Round
Viewfind vs. *Predaking*

The sounds of U2’s Desire go over the sound system as the next match is ready to get under way. Predaking makes his way to the ring area in his usual cocky manner, donning shades and his leather coat. Half way to the ring, he stops to mock a fan…Viewfind, deciding that there is no need to waste time with an entrance simply flies from backstage and gives the match a bit of a jump start. Sending Predaking’s forehead bouncing of the guardrail, Viewfind soon finds some extra cable and puts it to good use, strangling Predaking on the way to the ring. Once reaching the ring, he swings Predaking under the bottom rope and into the ring somewhat unconventionally, yet effective nonetheless.
Caught so off guard, Predaking has little chance to use his superior strength, and given the extremely unconventional nature of Viewfind’s attack, little chance is given to regroup. Sending Predaking into the corner, Viewfind follows him in with a clothesline, then as Predaking collapses, he runs to the other side of the ring and follows the last attack up with a baseball slide into Predaking’s face, busting him open just above the eye. This is then followed up with a series of short elbow drops, some taped fist punches, an eye rake, and then the ultimate humiliation of having his face wiped in his own blood.

Viewfind then takes a moment to begin to gloat to the crowd at his exploits, but it is a second that he should not have wasted, as Predaking embarrassed and enraged by the face smear has pulled himself to his feet and lies waiting for Viewfind to turn around. In an instant, Viewfind turns and finds his neck being clutched by Predaking’s hand, quickly lifted from the ground and slammed to the mat. The exhausted Predaking, slumps down for the quick pin, 1, 2, 3…the ref’s hand hits the mat just as Viewfind kicks out, the ref rules it a win for Predaking and he exits the ring. Enraged, Viewfind continues his assault…only this time it is the ref that feels the brunt of it until AWF security storm the ring forcing Viewfind to retreat.

Intercontinental Title Tournament First Round
Unicron Vs Deadpool

The lights in the arena dimmed as the familiar beginning of Unicron's entrance music filled the arena, as he made his way through the curtains the crowd erupted and his entrance music signalled the arena to be filled with light, Unicron approached the ring and stepped through the middle ropes, staring back towards the backstage area waiting for his next victim.

Once again the lights dimmed as Deadpool appeared in a cloud of smoke and pyrotechnics, the crowd were silenced as Deadpool made his way into the ring and stared Unicron down.

The referee got the match underway and Unicron challenged Deadpool to a test of strength as the two locked hands, it was apparent from the beginning that Unicron had the definite advantage over Deadpool. As the two continued the test of strength Deadpool kicked Unicron in the stomach, then levelled him with a vicious left-right combo. Unicron sat bolt upright as Deadpool ran to the ropes and stopped in his tracks, in disbelief as Unicron stood up and stared at Deadpool. Deadpool walked up to Unicron and swung a right-hander clocking Unicron on the jaw he continued staring in disbelief.

Unicron began the fight back with a huge right hander, then grabbed Deadpool and slammed him onto the mat, running to the rope opposite he came back and dropped a huge elbow on the defenseless Deadpool. Unicron picked up Deadpool once more, and hoisted him clear above his head, carrying the lifeless Deadpool to the edge of the ring, Unicron dropped him to the mat outside the ring.

Following Deadpool to the edge of the ring, Unicron bounced Deadpool's head off the ringpost several times before sliding into the ring to break the count-out, as Unicron stalked Deadpool again, Deadpool threw a left-hander, but with no effect. Only managing to anger Unicron more the battled round to the announcers table. Unicron grabbed Deadpool's head once more and it ricotched off the table.

Unicron slid Deadpool back into the ring, again climbing onto the mat and through the second rope. He walked over to Deadpool and picked him up by the hair, scooping him up into his arms he landed the Tombstone, crossed Deadpool's arms and won the match!
With the match won, the lights in the arena dimmed again as Unicron made his way backstage leaving the mangled Deadpool in the ring.

European Title Tournament Quarterfinals
Kickback vs. Angloconvoy

The lights dimmed, and an eerie hush fell over the arena. A solitary spotlight fell on the lone figure of the announcer , stood in the centre of the ring.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest, scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit, is a quarter final in the tournament to decide the first ever AWF European Champion!"

A ripple of indifference spread quickly through the mainly American crowd. A few cries of "Ja! Das ist sehr gut!" filtered down from the rafters...

Funky disco beats suddenly eminated from the p.a. system, as the spotlights began to throw bright patterns across the darkened masses. As Boney M's "Daddy Cool" reverberated around the stadium, the Archivetron burst into life, flashing images of the Union Jack, and various Transformers called 'Optimus'

"Introducing first, making his way towards the ring..." A solitary figure stepped out onto the walkway, and a few small sections of the crowd mumbled an enthusiastic acknowledgment before returning to reading their programmes, "from the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, and representing England... Angloconvoy!"

The chirpy Mockney-Scouser casually strolled down the ramp, stopping to talk to fans, sign autographs, and hand out free Transmetal Optimus Primals to the younger kids. He eventually reached the ring and decided to carry on around, greeting each individual fan at ringside. As "Daddy Cool" entered it's third playing, Angloconvoy strolled up the ring steps, before standing on the apron, removing and then throwing his trademark "Surfboarding Monkeys Rule!" t-shirt deep into the crowd, to mild cheers.
The Brit then stepped through the ropes, shook hands with the referee and then the announcer, before heading to a corner to wait.

"And his opponent..." the lights dimmed, and the arena again fell a deathly quiet. "Coming down the aisle, accompanied by Bombshell and Shrapnel, from Eindhoven in the Netherlands, and representing the Insecticon Hive - KICKBACK!"

The sounds of Powerman 5000's "Drop the Bombshell" suddenly crashed throughout the arena, and the Archivetron flashed up images of the three cartoon Insecticons, interlaced with footage of real bugs and their AWF counterparts. First came Bombshell, clad in street gear. He jogged to the top of the ramp, before dropping to one knee and pointing back in the direction of the curtains. Then came the AWF Champion, quickly followed by the combatant. Shrapnel was also in street gear, and carrying the title belt over his shoulder with immense pride. The three Hive members stood assembled at the top of the ramp, clamouring around the piece of gold, before Kickback suddenly pulled off his jacket, revealing an "I'll give YOU Mook!" tee, and sprinted down the runway, diving headfirst into the ring, and lunging for his opponent. The announcer cleared out of the ring, as the lights quickly went up, and the timekeeper rang the bell.

Kickback landed three firm punches to the chin and chest before Angloconvoy realised the match was officially underway, at which point he buried a boot into the Insecticon's midsection, and slipped behind, wrapping his arms around the Hive member's waist for a takedown. The Brit then quickly lunged forwards, clamping his grounded foe in a headlock. The referee leaned in, getting a good look at the hold, ensuring that there was no choke.

As Angloconvoy gradually grinded his arm, along with Kickback's head, he noticed that Shrapnel and Bombshell had both taken up a position on opposite sides of the ring. He motioned to the referee, indicating his disapproval at their presence. Sadly, the official merely shrugged his shoulders, claiming that they were announced as coming to the ring, therefore they must have been given prior clearance by the commissioner.
Hearing the exchange, and now confident that he had support, Kickback sprung into action. Reaching around, he grasped his opponent's arm, sliding out of the hold, and going behind for a hammerlock. The Insecticon then scrambled to his feet, and drove a vicious kneedrop into Angloconvoy's exposed elbow, before standing up, and raining down a volley of stomps to the limb. As the referee warned Kickback against using the point of the toe, the Insecticon calmly backed away, arms raised in innocence, politely talking with the official, and watching as Bombshell jumped onto the apron, and started removing the padding from the top turnbuckle.

With the string loosened, Bombshell dropped calmly back to the ground, as Angloconvoy picked himself up, grasping his right arm tenderly. Kickback immediately zeroed in on the damaged appendage, pummeling it with a series of punches, before locking on a standing armbar.

Glancing around for approval, Kickback received only a small chorus of jeers from those in the crowd who were actually watching the match. Distracted, the Insecticon was completely taken aback when Angloconvoy maneouvred within the sloppy armbar, and levelled his opponent with a side slam. The impact knocked the wind out of the Insecticon, and bounced the Brit back up onto his feet. Smiling, Angloconvoy reached down, pulling Kickback up by his head, before bodyslamming him back down to the canvas. The Englishman then hit the ropes, coming off to drop the elbow, but stopped in time to see Kickback roll aside.

The Insecticon knelt on the mat, smugly confident that the damaged elbow had connected with canvas. Realising that he hadn't heard an impact, he clambered to his feet, and turned around to be levelled by a thundering clothesline. Gasping for air, Kickback was then hauled to his feet again, and fell victim to a thunderous Irish whip into the corner.

By a quirk of fate, it was the corner that Bombshell had been working on earlier. Panic stricken, the two ringside Hive members started screaming support for their Insecticon brethren. The sudden increase in noise disturbed certain elements of the crowd from their reverie, as they realised a match was in progress.

Kickback heard the shout that the top turnbuckle was loose just before the oncoming Angloconvoy nailed him with a charging shoulderblock. The referee's attention followed the Brit as he backed away to begin another run-up, allowing the winded bug to turn around and rip the padding from the metal behind him. Angloconvoy began another charge at his stricken foe, but stopped short, just as Kicback dodged out of the way, leaving an exposed turnbuckle. Staggering away, Kickback suddenly felt his opponent's hand on the back of his head, and was rammed face first into the bare turnbuckle.

Angloconvoy followed up with a thunderous kick to the midsection, before quickly hopping onto the second rope and nailing Kickback with a flying clothesline. The crowd popped, and the Brit motioned to the fans that it was about to end. Grinning widely, he placed his hands on his belly and indicated that he wanted the belt at the end of the tourney.

Kickback's forehead was bleeding profusely as Angloconvoy hauled him to his feet for one last trip. But his attention was distracted when Bombshell appeared on the ring apron, screaming at the referee that the Englishman should have been disqualified for using the bare turnbuckle. As the referee argued at the ropes with the irate Canadian, Angloconvoy watched on in amusement, and didn't see Shrapnel slide into the ring. The crowd started screaming, and Angloconvoy raised his hand, not realising that the fans were shouting a warning. The Brit turned around a moment too late, and the AWF title belt connected firmly with his face.

As Angloconvoy dropped to the canvas, unconcious, Shrapnel gently nudged his teammate's prone body onto his opponent's, for the first pinning situation of the match. Calmer for his chat with the referee, Bombshell watched the champion slide out of the ring, before dropping down to the floor himself.

The referee turned around, saw the two bodies, and slid into position, adminstering the three count before signalling for the bell to be rung.

As Kickback's theme song blared out through the p.a. system, the announcer's voice came over "the winner of this match - Kickback!", and the two ringside Insecticons quickly scrambled into the ring and put the boots to the fallen Angloconvoy.

The referee signalled for the bell again, reiterating that the match was over in an attempt to stop the beating, but still the assault continued. The music suddenly cut out, and Shrapnel grabbed a mic. With Kickback recuperating in the corner, wiping blood from his eyes, Bombshell dragged the fallen Angloconvoy to his feet, and clamped him in a full nelson.

Staring into the defeated man's glassy-eyed face, Shrapnel started to speak. "Haha. What was that you were gesturing about earlier? You want a belt? Well far be it from me to deprive you of that..." the champion casually dropped the microphone, before heaving the Championship gold from off his shoulder, and nailing his helpless countryman square in the face. Bombshell released the hold, and Angloconvoy fell to the ground, where all three Hive members began to kick at his unconscious body. The referee tried to intervene, but got levelled by Kickback's Mookmasher.

Suddenly, the crowd erupted, as a figure raced through the curtains and down the ramp. Jetfire hit the ring with a vengeance, levelling all three Insecticons with a single punch each. As the Hive fled the ring to regroup, Jetfire dropped to his knees in an attempt to revive his stricken drinking partner. Eventually Angloconvoy began to stir, as the Insecticon trio strolled up the ramp, hailing Kickback victorious... and knowing that he would face the winner of the match between Mirage and Jetfire...

European Title Tournament Quarterfinals
Mirage Vs Jetfire

Following the controversy of the match prior Jetfire stood in the ring as the Insecticon Trio ran to the backstage area, vowing revenge for the fallen Angloconvoy, whilst Jetfire helped angloconvoy to his feet and out of the ring Mirage's entrance music filled the arena. The crowd roared into a mixture of boo's as Mirage made his way to the ring, and cheers as Jetfire stood ready in the ring.

Mirage charged down the ramp and slid into the ring, taking stance on the second rope, he raised his arms to the crowd as several paper cups flew towards the ring Jetfire walked up behind him, grabbed his tights and pulled him to the ring hard. The crowd erupted into cheers as Jetfire began stomping a massive mud-hole into Mirage. Jetfire picked up Mirage and whipped him into the turnbuckle opposite, Jetfire built up massive speed across the ring clotheslining Mirage where he stood. Mirage slumped out of the corner and lay horizontal to the turnbuckle. Jetfire signalled for the Fire from the Sky!

Jetfire began climbing the ropes when suddenly Kickback appeared on the Titantron, gloating about his victory over angloconvoy in the prior match, it gave Mirage enough time to get up and knock the top ropes causing Jetfire to slip and stradle the top rope.

As Kickback continued to gloat on the titantron Mirage climbed to the second rope and hooked Jetfire's arms. He set up Jetfire for a huge Reverse-Superplex! The two collided with the mat and both had the wind knocked out of the pair. As the referee began a 10 count on the two the camera panned out on the titantron as Kickback had vanished, the camera panned to show Kickback pummeling angloconvoy in the back area.
Mirage was the first to his feet, he stomped on Jetfire, then picked him up, Jetfire swung a loose right-hand which Mirage easily side-stepped, then german-suplexed Jetfire. Mirage kept his grip and went for a second suplex, standing up again, Mirage went for a third suplex, but Jetfire blocked and hit Mirage with a low-blow!

Mirage hit the mat faster than a 100 ton weight on Neptune. Jetfire turned his attention to the titantron and watched in obvious anger as Kickback beat on angloconvoy. Suddenly the AWF Champion Shrapnel and his running buddy Bombshell both showed up at the top of the stage, and began walking down the ramp. The referee stood at the edge of the ring telling Shrapnel and Bombshell to return backstage allowing Mirage the time to re-coop and hit Jetfire with a low-blow!

Shrapnel and Bombshell both stopped at ringside allowing the referee to get back to the match, Mirage whipped Jetfire into the ropes opposite totalling him with a clothesline, Mirage went for the pin, but Jetfire kicked out on 2, in sheer dis-belief.
Mirage picked up Jetfire and hit him with two massive right-handers ran to the ropes and hit a clothesline on Jetfire who stumbled but kept standing. Mirage stared in shock and tried again, running to the ropes and tried another clothesline, once more Jetfire stumbled but stayed on his feet. Jetfire began to rally cheers from the crowd as Mirage tried and failed once more to knock Jetfire down. Jetfire began walking around the ring as Mirage kept pounding on him. Jetfire turned and struck Mirage with a massive left hand knocking him to the ground, Mirage bounced back up and Jetfire knocked him down again, Jetfire lifted Mirage off the mat and irish-whipped him into the ropes and aimed for a big-boot, Mirage ducked underneath and hit Jetfire square with a spinning heel kick. Mirage got up and signalled the Rage-Plex. Lifting Jetfire off the mat Mirage hooked Jetfire leg and spun him over, the referee counted 1...2...3! Mirage had won the match against Jetfire, Mirage celebrated as Shrapnel and Bombshell both entered the ring, the music stopped as the 3 stared each other down, then shook hands! Mirage left the ring as Shrapnel and Bombshell began beating Jetfire to a pulp!

European Title Tournament Quarterfinals
LordSixshot vs. Windcharger

The fans were tuned up for a most unique first-round matchup between LordSixshot and Windcharger. As the only female competitor to sign with the AWF in the aftermath of the Royal Rumble, Sixshot had been brave enough to enter herself into the European Title tournament after the AWF suits showed little interest in a single-competitor Women’s Title. Windcharger entered first, doing the famous “Ickey Shuffle” down the aisle to a great crowd reaction. The crowd noise grew even louder when Sixshot came through the curtains, scantily-clad per her M.O. as a female professional wrestler. Sixshot dashed to the ring and booted Windcharger in the midsection, and the bell was rung to get things underway.

Sixshot heaved Windcharger into the ropes and caught him with a two-handed thrust to the throat, knocking him to the mat. Sixshot kept the pressure on, dropping several elbows before going for a futile pin attempt. As Sixshot picked up Windcharger and locked him into a headlock, cameras switched to backstage, where Sixswitch (set to meet the winner in the semifinals) was intently watching the action on TV. He looked on as Sixshot sent Windcharger into the ropes and tackled him to the mat with a feeble spear that was barely strong enough to knock Windcharger onto the mat. The spunky newcomer bounced to his feet and grabbed the buxom blonde by the hair, pulling her across the ring and through the ropes to the outside. Windcharger slid outside and went after his female opponent, bodyslamming her on the hard concrete floor. As the referee admonished his actions, Windcharger climbed back into the ring and went to the top turnbuckle, flying off the top in a daring elbowdrop attempt! Sixshot moved at the last instant, and Windcharger hit the cement floor hard!

Regaining the momentum, Sixshot heaved Windcharger into the ring and locked in a sleeperhold that wore down the diminutive fireplug. Windcharger began to fade, but finally scored with an elbow to Sixshot’s midsection that loosened the hold. Windcharger ran the ropes, avoided a clothesline attempt, and nailed Sixshot with a cross-bodyblock, nearly getting a three count! Windcharger bounced to his feet and continued the attack, whipping her into the ropes and cinching in a sleeperhold of his own! Sixshot struggled in the center of the ring trying to loosen the hold, and when she was unsuccessful, she desperately pushed Windcharger backward and rammed him into the turnbuckles! Two more such moves loosened the hold, and Sixshot quickly leapt up to the second rope, looking for a cross-bodyblock of her own. She hit the move, but Windcharger let Sixshot’s momentum carry her over, and Windcharger wrapped her into a small package for the three count and the victory!

Following the match, cameras switched to the backstage area, where Prowl? was shown relaxing in his locker room, dressed in street clothes as he was not on the card for the evening. As he went to his personal bathroom and tossed some water in his face in the sink, PaladinPrime swooped in out of nowhere and nailed Prowl from behind with his trident! As Prowl slumped to the tiled floor from the blow, Paladin began putting the boots to the fallen Hardcore Title contender until referees broke up the attack!

Intercontinental Title Tournament First Round
OmegaDenmad vs. Cosmotron

Back in the arena, OmegaDenmad was patiently awaiting the appearance of Cosmotron, his first-round opponent in the Intercontinental Title tournament. Cosmo took his time getting down the aisle, taking in the crowd’s cheers for he and his red “I Got Your Matrix Right Here” tights. Cosmo entered the ring and the match began with a test of strength which Omega ultimately won, pushing Cosmo to the mat before releasing the move and flooring Cosmo with a stiff right hand to the face. Cosmo rolled backward and got up, nailing Cosmo with a left of his own before a stunning standing dropkick. Omega bounced off the mat and got hit with a bodyslam, then as he picked himself up again, Cosmo jumped up and dragged him down in a crucifix, nearly getting the quick three count!

Stunned by Cosmo’s quick attack, Omega stumbled backward into a corner, but as Cosmo came in running, Omega leapt up and nailed Cosmo with two stiff boots to the face! Cosmo staggered backward and fell to the mat, and Omega continued the assault with a splash. A two count was all that move earned. After a long, drawn-out headlock, Omega ran the ropes and nailed Cosmo with a legdrop, followed by a flying elbowdrop, but again only got two. Frustrated, Omega tossed Cosmo through the ropes to the outside and picked up a steel chair. Against the referee’s warnings, Omega went to level Cosmo with the chair, but Cosmo avoided the move at the last instant and nailed Omega with a kick to the midsection, followed by a DDT on the floor! As Omega floundered around on the ground, Cosmo picked up the chair and bashed Omega in the back for revenge. That would cost him, as the referee was forced to call for a disqualification! As Cosmotron and the fans protested, Omega slowly picked himself up from the concrete and staggered backstage, the victory his!

Intercontinental Title Tournament First Round
Grimlock vs. Ravage

Mayhem came back on the air to Weirdwolf & Monzo sitting in his locker room, scarfing Chinese food in preparation for his IC tournament match against Blitzwing.

Meanwhile, back in the arena area, Endo’s “Leave Us Alone” hit the speakers and Ravage came through the curtains to a chorus of boos from the Mayhem crowd. Following that, the crowd continued to jeer as another famous heel, Grimlock, sauntered down the aisle to the intense entrance music of Ken Shamrock. Grimlock and Ravage locked up, and Grimlock evaded a swing by Ravage and wrapped him into a full nelson, slamming him to the mat! Ravage stumbled backward, and Grimlock heaved his weight forward, sending both men over the ropes and out of the ring!

Grimlock got to his feet and heaved Ravage into the security railing, then leveled him with a clothesline as he came stumbling off it. Grimlock rolled back into the ring to break the referee’s count, then slid back outside and nailed Ravage with a bodyslam on the concrete! Grimlock slid Ravage back into the ring and went for a cover, but Ravage draped his leg over the bottom rope just before three. Frustrated, Grimlock tried to toss Ravage into the ropes, but Ravage sent Grimlock running instead. Grimlock avoided a clothesline, but Ravage jumped and scored with a forearm to the head as he came off the ropes! Ravage picked up Grimlock and sent him into the ropes again, then booted him in the midsection and hit a suplex. After going for a cover and only getting two, Ravage ran the ropes and went for a crucifix, but Grimlock caught him coming in and nailed him with a modified version of the Olympic Slam, getting the three count for the hard-fought win!

Intercontinental Title Tournament First Round
Weirdwolf & Monzo vs. Blitzwing

The crowd bubbled in anticipation of this clash of the titans, but all they got was a countdown from the ring announcer. Weirdwolf made his way down to the ring and awaited the entrance of his charismatic opponent, but after Blitzwing’s music was played several times and he did not come through the curtains, the referee had no choice but to declare Weirdwolf the winner via forfeit. Needless to say, Weirdwolf was not pleased by this cheapened victory. He jogged up the aisle and through the curtains, looking for his absentee opponent. Just as he entered the backstage area, he saw from a distance a group of masked men with black TWF t-shirts beating Blitzwing to a bloody pulp. Before Weirdwolf could interfere, however, the mystery men stuffed Blitzwing into the back of their car and took off!!!

Intercontinental Title Tournament First Round
Reflector vs. Thundercracker84

Paper Cut by Linkin Park hits, and a chorus of boos follows as TC84 struts down the ramp and to the ring. He is very confident about his matchup, his techniques keeping him in good spirits.

Then Reeko by NOFX comes on, and Reflector ambles on down, clearly focused on his target. No sooner does he slide into the ring than TC84 punches him across the face! Flec counters by grabbing TC84 in a basic forearm lock. TC tries to reverse, but Flec holds for the time being. He tries to force TC to the mat, but in doing so, TC is able to get the leverage he needs to break the hold and deliver a mean suplex to the mod. Flec pops back up, only to be clotheslined back to the mat. TC follows this up with an elbow drop that lands squarely on Flec's chest, causing him to writhe in agony as TC sets up for, and hits the Rolling Thunder, and rolls up Flec for the cover...
One, two...kickout!

Amazed and somewhat pissed, TC pulls Flec up and chops him until Flec is pushed into the ropes. Swinging him back out, TC telegraphs one and is kicked in the face for it. Flec tries to gain momentum, but TC ducks under a clothesline and hits a belly to belly, flattening Flec to the mat.

Ambitious, TC heads to the top rope and leaps off, trying for the 5 star frog splash, but Flec rolls out of the way! Flec catches his wind, and hits TC with a big boot as he stands up. But TC is aware, and sweeps Flec's legs out from under him and locks him in a figure 4 leg lock! Flec struggles as the ref asks him if he will tap. Flec is able to get some movement going, and reaches the ropes. TC reluctantly breaks the hold, and Flec is able to get to his feet as the ref chastises TC for holding on too long.

Flec then comes after TC, hitting him with a few chops, but TC is able to reverse, hits a few chops of his own and nails Flec with a bulldog! He goes for the cover again, but Flec kicks out after 2, and groggily gets to his feet. TC takes that opportunity and clotheslines Flec over the ropes and out of the ring! Flec lands in a heap, and the ref begins to count...
One, two...Flec stands and wobbles near the apron.
Three, four...TC glares at Flec's struggles and chuckles.

Five, six...suddenly, someone comes running down the ramp! It's Blaster_86, a steel chair in hand! He charges into the ring and stands behind TC, who turns, but not in time to avoid the chair to the head! TC drops like a sack of potatoes as Blaster and his chair dart out of the ring!

Eight...Flec is able to get back in the ring, and groggily heads for TC, making sure to put him out by hitting the Ancient Japanese Art of Satisfaction! He hooks the leg...One, two, three! Flec moves on as Blaster backs up the ramp, chair in hand, a grin on his face for what he's done to his arch-rival!

Intercontinental Title Tournament First Round
Garand vs. Savannahtron

Bad to the Bone is the first to hit as Savannahtron comes down to a round of light cheering. The new AWF superstar has not done much to make an impression on the fans, but hopes to alter that tonight.

His task is not an easy one; Garand comes down to face him, We are the People... by Jimmy Buffet blaring on behind him, somewhat overshadowed by the crowd's loud cheers.
Savannah kicks things off with a few punches to Garand's face, and a whip off the ropes into a suplex. Garand pops up and grabs hold of Savannah's arm, whipping him into the corner and laying into him with a few rights. But as he goes for a shoulder charge, Savannah gets out of the way, causing Garand to ram himself into the turnbuckle. Savannah goes for the cover, rolling up Garand, but he is able to kick out after two.

Savannah helps Garand up and whips him into the ropes, hitting him with a clothesline as he bounces off, then following it up with a quick elbow drop. Garand gets up in response, hitting a spine buster, but that takes its toll, and he flops on the mat, unable to take advantage of the situation.
This gives Savannah time to recover and set up the mod for a Back Kraka, which he uses to roll him up for the three and wins the match!

Intercontinental Title Tournament First Round
Bombshell v Shockwave

Bombshell gets introduced first, and considering the events of the night the crowd is shocked to see him coming to the ring alone. A chorus of boo’s rain down from the crowd and some of the more restless fans begin to throw cups as he slides into the ring. Bombshell simply glares at the crowd…and slumps into the corner.

Shockwave is announced second, and much to his surprise he seems to be the fan favorite out of the twosome. Wasting little time, he charges into the ring and dropkicks the still slouching Bombshell directly in the face. Bombshell slumps out of the ring and a wild beginning is under way for this match.
Ignoring the referee’s orders to keep it inside, Shockwave slinks to the outside and begins to strongarm the smaller Bombshell. Shockwave grabs Bombshell by the back of the neck and tosses him head first into the guard rail. Stumbling in a total daze, the now prone Bombshell is immediately sent crashing to the floor a Shockerline…a modified short close line, designed for maximum impact. Trying to assert some control over the match the ref jumps to the outside and orders the Shockwave to make his way to the inside.

Complying, Shockwave returns to the ring while the referee assists Bombshell to his feet and begins to check to make certain that he can continue. Bombshell mutters incoherently and the ref takes that as a yes, allowing the match to continue. Finally able to get himself in the ring, Bombshell reacts quickly as Shockwave charges in, ducking out of the way and pulling the referee in front of him. The ref takes the full impact of the running clothesline and Bombshell sweeps out Shockwave’s legs from under him. Slumping to his knees, he screams: “WHAT ABOUT ME?!? WHAT ABOUT BOMBSHELL?!?”

The two opponents both rose to their feet, but Bombshell had the slight advantage now, with a series of chops to Shockwave’s chest, followed by several midsection kicks and stomps. Suddenly, an effort at a massive punch goes astray and Shockwave sends Bombshell to the ropes, but a poorly timed duck down allows Bombshell to hit a DDT.
Instantly, Bombshell pounces up and motions that it is time for the jackknife powerbomb! Pulling Shockwave up into position, Bombshell begins to smirk arrogantly at the enraged crowd. Yet, just as he is about to seal the deal Jetfire slides into the ring with a steel chair seeking redemption for the earlier assault. Swinging the chair wildly, Jetfire missed Bombshell only to strike Shockwave, busting him wide open. As the referee finally began to stir from his earlier “bump” Bombshell drop kicked Jetfire to the outside, and made the pin on Shockwave, 1, 2, 3! Not even waiting to hear his name called, Bombshell retreated as Jetfire returned to the ring, on his way up the ramp, Bombshell continued to smirk at the enraged Jetfire, who now made his way over to help Shockwave, who simply shoved the assistance away and began to glare him down. Now openly frustrated, Jetfire slammed the chair down and stormed out of the ring, all the while Shockwave vowing to settle the score as the first-ever Mayhem goes off the air!!!