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It began only with darkness. After a few moments of silence, the PPV broadcast began with an incredible 30-second explosion of fireworks and a deafening crowd the likes of which the AWF had never before seen. As JFA and JHA welcomed those watching on TV to the Archive Arena, cameras went backstage where the cWo was already up to its usual dirty tricks and JBA was on the scene.
JBA: I'm backstage and I've just caught up with some of the members of the cWo...and it looks like they're scratching "cWo 4 life" into the black paint job of Jetfire's Lincoln Towncar!
Just then, Claypool and his henchmen Brawn and Plasmodium noticed JBA and the cameraman and rushed over.
Claypool: Turn that camera off, turn that damn thing off!
With that, Claypool snatched the camera and shattered it on the parking lot floor, sending the broadcast awry! Back in the arena bowl, the lights had come up and the ring announcer had been joined by Commissioner Vaccaro, who was wearing his classiest blue suit. The ring announcer said, "Ladies and gentlemen, making his way down to the ring...Redstreak!"
The crowd rained a chorus of boos upon the aisleway as the music blasted and Redstreak sauntered through the curtains, an ironically smug look on his face. He strolled down and stepped into the ring, tossing Mr. Vaccaro a smirk as he stepped into a neutral corner.
JFA: What a way to start off ArchiveMania...the first-ever public forfeiture of an AWF title. You gotta wonder what's going through RCOSD's mind right now. How can Redstreak be so smug?
JHA: This isn't Redstreak's fault! That belt shoulda been his in the first place!
JFA: This is just awful.
The ring announcer continued, "And now, the man who will be forfeiting over the Hardcore Championship...RCOSD." The music struck once again, and Redstreak's former teammate and long-since bitter rival came through the curtains in jeans and a sweater, the Hardcore Title tucked under one arm. The crowd's reaction was mixed, cheers for RCOSD's presence but a lack thereof for his decision to leave the AWF and hand over his title. RCOSD slowly made his way down to the ring and stood across from Mr. Vaccaro and the ring announcer, contemplating handing over the belt for which he had battled for so long. He took a few steps forward, absorbing the moment.
JFA: It's one thing to lose the title in the ring, but to have to endure this public humiliation...this is one time I think the Commissioner's made the wrong choice.
JHA: That's where you're wrong! This is the only time the Commissioner and I have ever seen eye to eye!
A tear in his eye, RCOSD stepped forward and held the belt out for Vaccaro. However, as the Commissioner reached forward, Redstreak stepped in the way and snatched the belt, then mounted the ropes and held it up in victory. RCOSD said nothing, he simply turned and headed for the locker room as Redstreak's music began to play and the announcer said, "Ladies and gentlemen, your new Hardcore Champion, Redstreak!"
JFA: And what a match that would have been. Probably one of the greatest matches the AWF has ever seen, but it seems it's just not meant to be.
JHA: It woulda been a great match, but...what can I say? All hail the new Hardcore Champion, Redstreak!
JFA: RCOSD leaves the arena...who knows, he may be back, but for now, eleven men stand ready to blast through those curtains for the most out-of-control match in Federation history, a Bedlam Match for the title.
JHA: You sound like a commercial, you idiot. Just sit back and watch Red take 'em out one by one!
12-Man "Bedlam Brawl" for the Hardcore Championship; participants:
Redstreak, Unicron, Silly Cow, mkay0, Plasmodium, Viewfind, Dead Pool, Blitzwing 2, Omega Denmad, Windcharger, Ravage, Garand
One by one, the competitors joined Redstreak in the ring until it looked as though a battle royal was about to break loose. The rules were clear: a pin on Redstreak aywhere in the arena nwould win the title, and whoever stood as champion after 15 minutes would be the Hardcore Champion. Once Garand stepped through the ropes, the bell was rung and chaos reigned, with all 12 men pairing off and duking it out. Unicron was the first to get to Redstreak, and the two men locked up in a corner until Unicron broke free and began choking Redstreak over the top rope. Meanwhile, faction rivals Windcharger (of the Phantom Foundation) and Dead Pool (of DN) fell through the ropes to the outside, where Dead Pool reached under the ring and began whipping out the weapons everyone knew were inevitable. He pulled out a stop sign and nailed Windcharger across the forehead, dropping the little man to the floor. Dead Pool slid the sign into the ring, but as he followed it in, Garand came out of left field, picked up the sign and used it on Dead Pool to the crowd's delight!
JHA: Not fair! Not fair! Dead Pool had shotgun on that sign!
JFA: Shotgun? Will you be serious?!
Forming a bit of an unholy alliance, Silly Cow and the dark man Unicron teamed up, whipping Redstreak into the ropes and scoring with a double-elbow. The champ stumbled back up, but a double-clothesline knocked him over the ropes and out to the floor. Unicron and Silly Cow turned and started battling each other, which gave Blitzwing 2 the opportunity to slide outside and work over Red. Blitz tried to toss Red into the steps, but the champion reversed the move and sent Blitz into the steel instead! As Red was distracted, however, the underdog Omega Denmad snuck up and nailed the champ with a low blow, followed by a DDT on the floor.
JFA: Crushing move! He's going for the pin!
JHA: Kick out, Red! Kick out!
JFA: ...two...three! He got him! New champion!
RA: Here is your new Hardcore Champion, Omega Denmad!
Omega raised his hands in celebration, then looked up at the clock and saw that a good 13 minutes remained. mkay0 tried to go after Omega, but the champ poked mkay in the eye and kicked him in the rocks, dropping him to the floor. Snatching the belt, Omega tried to make for the exits, but he barely made it to the aisle before Plasmodium grabbed a hold of him and began dishing out rights and lefts until Omega blocked one and floored Plas with a shot from the belt! However, just then the Philly Homeboy Viewfind came flying off the top ropes and crushed Omega with a flying dropkick on the concrete floor!
JHA: What a move!!! What a move!!! What a dropkick from Homeslice!!!
JFA: Can Omega kick out?!? No! Three count! Viewfind's the champion!
RA: Here is your new Hardcore Champion, Viewfind!
JHA: Woooooooooo!!! I haven't heard such sweet words since I met your wife!!!
JFA: Just stop.
Viewfind barely had time to catch his breath before Ravage was upon him with a steel chair. Ravage took a swing but missed, and Viewfind buried a kick in his midsection which dropped the chair to the floor. As Viewfind grabbed Ravage and prepared to powerbomb him on the chair, Garand slid in, picked up the chair, and dented it over Viewfind's head! As Ravage fell aside, Garand went for the pin...
JFA: One...two...kick out!
JHA: Get out of there, Gangsta, get out! No, Red, leave him alone!!!
Desperate to get his title back, Redstreak stumbled over and tossed Garand aside, then began to work over Viewfind. The two exchanged punches as they battled up the aisle towards the ArchiveMania entranceway, where the fan favorite Windcharger caught up and rammed the two men's heads together! Quick as a flash, Windcharger bodyslammed Red on the steel, then grabbed Viewfind and scored with a piledriver on the steel ramp, then got the three count!
RA: Here is your new Hardcore Champion, Windcharger!
JHA: This isn't fair, this isn't right!!
As Viewfind and Red laid on the ramp in pain, Unicron caught up the action and attacked Windcharger, scoring with a shot from the championship belt which he had brought from ringside. A pin attempt yielded only two and Unicron was visibly furious. He looked out over the crowd from his elevated perch atop the ramp, and then was struck with inspiration. As the clock reached 9 minutes, Unicron picked up Windcharger and heaved him straight off the stage and onto the technical equipment below, shorting the lights!!!
JFA: My God!!! My good God, he's killed him!!!
JHA: Get down there and get the pin, you idiot!
Making his way through the dimly-lit arena, Unicron hopped down and put a foot on Windcharger's chest to get the three count!
RA: Here is your new Hardcore Champion, Unicron!
Unicron climbed through the crowd and made his way back into the aisle, where
the ever-crafty Viewfind was hiding behind the guardrail with a steel chair in hand. Just as Unicron stepped back into the aisle, Viewfind stood up and leveled Unicron with the chair, busting him wide open!
JHA: Get him, Homeboy, quick!!!
JFA: Will you stop calling him that!
JHA: Three! He got him! Viewfind's the champ again!
Seeing that the clock on the big screen was no longer working, Viewfind consulted the referee, who said the clock was under 6 minutes. Seeing his chance, Viewfind grabbed the championship belt and dashed up the aisle, many of the other competitors hot on his trail. Cameras caught up to Viewfind as he hacked his way through the backstage area, finally making it to the parking lot. He found his car and, before anyone could stop him, got inside and started the engine! He gunned the gas and his car rocketed towards the exit, but what he didn't see was Plasmodium nearby, operating the controls of the door to the underground parking lot!
JHA: No!!! You leave those alone!!! G-Funk's got it won!!!
JFA: Don't do it!!! Don't do what I think you're gonna do!!!
As Viewfind's car sped towards the exit, the door suddenly folded down and closed, blocking his path!!! Viewfind slammed on the brakes, but it wasn't enough to keep his car from colliding at full force with the steel door, bringing it to a halt!!!
JFA: Good God!!! Good God!!! There's been an accident!!! This is not supposed to happen!!!
JHA: I can't believe what I'm seeing!!! Somebody help the Pimp!!!
Plasmodium staggered over and opened the car door, and Viewfind, bloodied and unconscious, fell from the front seat onto the floor!!! Plasmodium quickly dropped down for a pin and got the three count!!!
RA: Here is your new Hardcore Champion, Plasmodium!
With the clock under 3 minutes, Plasmodium slowly got to his feet and looked around, seemingly without contenders. He tucked the belt under his arm and began walking away from the car, but the back door suddenly opened...and Redstreak climbed out, tire iron in hand!!! Sneaking up on the champ, Redstreak lowered the boom with the tire iron, and Plas collapsed in a heap! Red heaved himself onto Plas and scored the three count, regaining the title!
RA: Here is your new Hardcore Champion, Redstreak!
JHA: Incredible!!! I've never seen anything like this!!!
JFA: How did Redstreak get in that car? Damn him!!!
Redstreak picked up the title belt which was stained in Viewfind's blood and stumbled back through the bowels of the arena, and what he found was downright disturbing. Unconscious competitors were scattered everywhere, from the halls to the kitchen right out into the arena, where the lighting had finally returned. One by one, Redstreak passed his fallen opponents, each passed out from the incredible beating. Finally, Redstreak made it back to the ring and held the belt up for all to see as the clock counted down from 30 seconds. As it reached 15, however, the ring apron burst up and mkay0 rolled out from underneath the ring, having laid there ever since the cheapshot from Omega! Before Red even noticed what was happening, mkay slid a chair into the ring, spun Red around and scored with his patented piledriver!!!
JHA: What the hell?!? Where'd he come from?!?
JFA: Piledriver on the steel!!! Piledriver on the steel!!! Referee with the count...
JHA: Kick out!!! Kick out!!!
JFA: One...two...three!!! That's it!!! The clock's run out!!!
RA: The winner of this bout...and NEW AWF Hardcore Champion...Mkay0!!!
Mkay mounted the ropes and waved the belt around as he took in the cheers of the crowd, having won the most brutal match in AWF history!!! As the referee tried to help Redstreak up, Mkay tucked the belt under his arm and limped back to the locker room, victorious!!!
AWF ArchiveMania OFFICIAL RESULTS!!!
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Syxxswitch vs. Computron
D-Next theme music played as Syxxswitch made his way to the ring accompanied by Lord Sixshot. The CWO music then played as Computron entered the ring and the two men clashed in the ring. Sixshot was outside cheering her D-Next teammate on. Syxxswitch started the match by poking Computron in the eye. As Computron clutched his own face, Syxxswitch capitalized by knocking him over with a clothesline. He then followed by running the ropes and hitting him with a leg drop.
He lifted Computron to his feet and ran him into the ropes. As he was coming back, Syxxswitch went for a standing heel kick. Computron avoided the kick and then grabbed Syxxswitch and hit him with a belly-to-belly suplex. Computron lifted Syxxswitch to his feet and ran him into a corner; Syxxswitch hit the turnbuckle hard. Computron followed up with a splash and sandwiched him in between himself and the turnbuckle. Syxxswitch fell to the ground as Computron backed out of the corner.
Sixshot pounded on the mat from the outside trying to cheer Syxxswitch to his feet. Computron helped him up and then slammed him back down with a swinging neck breaker. He went for the quick cover, but Syxx was able to kick out. Computron pulled Syxxswitch to the centre of the ring by the feet, but Syxx was able to kick him off and get to his feet. They traded blows in the centre of the ring as momentum ‘switched’ to Syxxswitch’s favour and he nailed Computron right against the ropes. He followed up with a clothesline that knocked the CWO member over the top and onto the mat outside.
Syxxswitch ran the ropes on the other side and then jumped over the ropes, out of the ring and onto Computron with a huge body splash that got the entire crowd on their feet. Syxxswitch took a bit of time to get up, but he was moving faster than Computron, who took the worse of the extreme manoeuvre. Syxxswitch pulled himself up by the ring apron and rested for a while to catch his breath. Just as Computron was beginning to get to his feet, Syxx ran into him with a knee to the face. Computron was flattened on the mat once again, so Syxxswitch picked him up and rolled him back into the ring.
Syxxswitch climbed onto the ring apron by the ring stairs, but instead of going into the ring, he climbed to the top rope. He made a giant “X” with his arms. Sixshot did the D-Next salute on the outside too, and even some of the audience was starting to get behind Syxxswitch and do the salute as well. Syxxswitch then jumped into the air and went for a huge body splash onto Computron. Computron had too much time to recover, however, as he was able to roll out of the way before Syxxswitch could hit him. Syxxswitch landed very hard and clutched his stomach on the ground.
Computron got to his feet and began kicking Syxxswitch in the ribs. He lifted Syxx to his feet and ran him into the ropes. Computron ran the other ropes adjacent to Syxxswitch and they both met again in the centre of the ring with Computron hitting Syxxswitch with a running bulldog. Computron went for the cover, but was only able to get a two-count.
Computron lifted Syxxswitch to his feet again and ran him into a corner. He followed him in and began delivering strong rights and lefts to his midsection. He grabbed the middle ropes on either side of Syxxswitch and began driving his shoulder into his smaller opponent. Syxxswitch fell to the ground after a while and Computron then began taking the boots to him. When he was sufficiently beaten down, Computron brought Syxx to the centre of the ring and ran him into the ropes. As he got back, Computron went for a Samoan drop. He lifted him up, but Syxxswitch was able to squirm his way to the mat, and then roll Computron up in a small package. The referee counted two before Computron was able to kick out.
Both men got to their feet at the same time, but Computron hit Syxxswitch with a devastating clothesline right away. He lifted Syxxswitch up and performed his finishing manoeuvre, the “Lightspeed”. Syxxswitch was out for the count and Computron picked up the victory. To celebrate, he took his CWO t-shirt off and began to strangle Syxxswitch with it. Lord Sixshot got into the ring, but backed off when Computron shot a menacing glance towards her. When Computron decided he was finished, he released Syxxswitch and left the ring as the crowd booed.
Claypool vs. "Commandmaster" Paladin Prime
"Machine Head" blares, signaling the appearance of Paladin Prime. The crowd comes to its feet for he who dare oppose the cWo.
RA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, from Boston, Mass., Paladin Prime!
Then the cWo theme hits. The crowd rains down boos as Claypool heads for the ring, ignorant to their reception.
RA: And his opponent, from Erie, PA, he is the leader of the cWo, Claypool!
JFA: This is gonna be a helluva match, and ya gotta admire Paladin Prime for getting in the ring with as dangerous a person as Claypool.
JHA: Claypool seems to want to take over the AWF, but if Paladin's the only opposition, we're in trouble! We've seen what the Insecticon Outsiders and Blood Death and Beer are capable of!
JFA: But there has been a defection; Jetfire split from the cWo. If Claypool can't win a match, he might have a hard time holding this group together.
The bell rings, and Claypool charges, ramming Paladin into the turnbuckle. He continues to nail him with shoulders to the gut until the ref separates them. Claypool goes to try it again, but Paladin gets out of the way, causing Claypool to ram himself into the turnbuckle! Paladin tries a roll up, but Claypool kicks out. Claypool then hits a suplex on Paladin as they come back at each other, then bounces him off the ropes and nails him with a clothesline! Claypool then grabs Paladin by the leg, and nails him with an elbow drop to the thigh! He repeats this four more times as Paladin howls in agony each time. Claypool leaves him in the center of the ring, then uses the ropes and hits a leg drop across the chest. He then goes for the cover, but Paladin kicks out after two.
JFA: Great heart by Paladin Prime.
JHA: Are you kidding? The way Claypool's laying into him, I'd have stayed down.
Claypool then goes to work on the leg again, and drags Paladin to the ring post, grabs the hurting leg, and slams it into the post! Paladin screams in agony, and Claypool does it twice more as the ref counts, then pulls Paladin out of the ring, swings him around, and slams him into the steel steps! Clay then picks Paladin up by his hair, and deposits him in the ring. He sets up for the Devastator, but in a last gasp for Paladin, he hits Clay with a low blow that the ref never sees, and staggers to his feet. Limping the whole way, Paladin bounces Claypool off the ropes and nails him with a clothesline. But he drops to his knees, doubled over in pain, and Claypool gets the time he needs to get up.
JFA: It doesn't look good for Paladin here...
JHA: I'll say, he should give up now!
Claypool grabs Paladin by the hair, pulling him toward the center of the ring, then picks him up and powerbombs him! Claypool shouts at the crowd as they boo him furiously, then grabs Paladin and hits the Devastator! He covers, and picks up the three count and the win. But Claypool is far from satisfied. He storms out of the ring, grabs a steel chair, then slides back in and wraps the chair around Paladin's injured leg.
JFA: No! Stop this! The match is over!
Claypool goes to the top rope, and drops a heavy boot into the chair, causing Paladin to scream in pain again. Claypool continues to kick Paladin as the bell rings furiously and refs come out to try and separate them. But Clay gets hold of the chair again, and smacks Paladin's injured leg four more times before the refs can get it away. Claypool is then led to the back, an evil grin on his face.
JFA: By God, the decimation, the carnage left in the ring! What kind of human being is Claypool!
AWF Tag Team Championship
Champions Cosmotron & Angloconvoy vs. The Insecticon Outsiders (of the cWo)
The crowd's reaction was incredible for the Tag Team Champions, as they strolled down the aisle carrying the title belts and confident smiles for their fans. The greeting awaiting the cWo boys was not quite as friendly, but Bombshell and Shrapnel (already the European champion) did not seem concerned. Shrapnel started the match with Cosmotron, who used his speed to avoid the power moves of the former AWF World Champion. After knocking Shrapnel to the mat with a standing dropkick, Cosmo went straight to the top rope and scored with a cross body block that got two.
JFA: That was almost it early.
JHA: It wasn't even close! Shrapnel was just getting a breather.
JFA: You do realize that the referee got 2 and a half out of that.
Cosmo went to the corner and tagged in Anglo, who came in and worked over the fallen European Champion. Anglo scored with a bodyslam and an elbowdrop, then ran the ropes and hit a legdrop that got a 2 count. The following attempt for a knee to the head missed, and Anglo's knee went into the mat hard. He came up lame, giving Shrapnel the opportunity to tag in Bombshell. Bombs rushed in and went right to work, stomping Anglo's knee until everyone could hear the champion screaming in pain.
JFA: Cosmo's gotta get in there and do something, or this one's gonna be over quickly.
JHA: Work that knee, baby, work it!
Bombshell picked up Anglo and kicked out his knee, then locked in a figure four that tortured Anglo for minutes. Finally, after fighting and struggling, Anglo reached the ropes and the hold had to be broken. When Bombshell climbed the ropes and went for a splash, Anglo rolled out of the way at the last instant to save himself! He barely made it over for the tag, and Cosmo came in and cleaned house!!! After bashing both Shrapnel and Bombshell to the mat, he picked up Shrapnel and scored with the Cobra Slam, then got the desperation 3-count to barely retain the titles for the Phantom Foundation! However, there was significant concern shown for Angloconvoy, who had to be removed from the ring on a stretcher due to his knee injury.
Hell in a Cell
Blaster_86 vs. Thundercracker84
Cameras shifted to the arena across the street, where thousands of fans had packed the house to see the Hell in a Cell battle between Blaster86 and TC84. When the broadcast began, the two men were already in the ring, about to do battle. As Blaster and TC stood in the center of the ring, Redstreak and Ravage burst through the curtains and rushed to the cage, sledgehammers in hand!
JFA: What in the hell are they doing there?
JHA: R & R to the rescue! Whoooooo!
Before refs cound intervene, Red and Ravage raised their hammers and slammed the cage door, shattering the lock! A mob of officials rushed down and pulled the duo away from the cage as TC rolled to the outside and walked to the door, probably to get a weapon from his teammates. When TC heard the crowd begin to cheer, he turned just in time to see Blaster fly through the ropes, spearing TC and sending both men crashing through the door and out of the cage! Blaster went for a cover, but the ref insisted that pinfalls be inside the ring. Leaving TC on the floor, Blaster began to climb the cage wall, headed for the roof! Before he made it, however, TC gave chase and followed Blaster onto the roof, where they began to exchange punches!!!
JFA: Get them down from there! Someone could get killed!
JHA: That's why they call it Hell in a Cell!
Blaster delivered a quick boot to the stomach and positioned TC for a powerbomb, but TC reversed it and flipped Blaster onto the cage, almost breaking through the panel! TC felt the unsteadiness and took a step back, giving Blaster the opportunity to spring up and score with a spear that drove both men through the cage beneath them and all the way down to the mat!!!!
JFA: Oh my God!!! GOOD GOD!!! Will somebody stop the damn match?!?!?
JHA: Unbelievable! Neither man's gonna get up from that!
Both men laid unconscious as the referee insisted that the cage be raised and medical personnel be summoned. EMTs rushed to the ring and loaded both men onto stretchers, and the ravenous crowd continued to cheer as the two combatants were hauled away to the hospital.
4-corner IC title shot match
Savannahtron gets to the ring first, Bad to the Bone accompanying him the whole way. He has been seen only sparsely lately, so the crowd reaction is rather neutral.
Not so when his first opponent arrives, however. As Sex Type Thing blares and Raiden appears, the boos rain down thunderously upon the associate of the deposed Hardcore Champion RCOSD. Raiden shouts back at the crowd, pointing at himself repeatedly.
Professor Smooth is the next one to arrive as the other two circle each other in the ring. The smooth one has been seen very rarely just like Savannahtron, but he is remembered, and booed a few times.
The biggest reaction comes when Blitzwing appears. Wait and Bleed is met with a terrific ovation, and Blitz comes down to the ring, smirking at his opponents, who are having to be restrained by the ref.
JFA: This is gonna be a helluva match. Any man can tag or get tagged at any time, and the first one to score a pinfall will get a shot at the Intercontinental champion.
JHA: I love these matches, they're so unpredictable! I think Raiden's got a decided edge; in his time with RCOSD, he's bound to have picked something up!
JFA: Maybe, but Blitzwing definitely has the crowd on his side.
JHA: Ah, what do these idiots know!
Smooth and Savannahtron are the ones who start the match. They lock up, and Smooth forces Savannah into the corner occupied by Blitzwing. Blitz decides to remain on the sidelines as Smooth begins chopping Savannah across the chest. The crowd "Wooo!"s with each shot. Smooth then grabs Savannah and bulldogs him in the center of the ring, then bounces off the ropes and nails him in the heart with an elbow drop. He goes for the cover, but Savannah kicks out after two. Smooth is so busy arguing with the ref, he doesn't watch where he's going, and is blindly tagged by Raiden, who puts him over the ropes upon his entry into the ring. Raiden then grabs Savannah by the legs and hooks him around into the Loco-motive! Savannah screams in agony as Smooth gets back up to the top corner, and nails Raiden with a drop-kick! This enables Savannah to try and reverse into the small package, but Raiden kicks out before the ref can even get in position. Savannah is able to get some momentum going then as the crowd chants Blitzwing's name. Savannah bounces Raiden off the ropes and nails him with a spine buster in the center of the ring. He goes to bounce off the ropes again, but is blindly tagged by Blitzwing! Savannah hits a leg drop anyway, but the ref will not count, and as he looks up, Savannah sees why. Blitz kicks him in the face, then tosses him over the ropes and out!
JFA: He looked surprised!
JHA: I'd be surprised too if I looked up from a cover and saw a boot coming at my face! What a dirty player that Blitzwing is!
Blitz turns then to see Raiden, but it's too late, Raiden hits him with a DDT, then sets up for the Bullet Slam, but Smooth hits him from behind! The two go at it as Blitz recovers, bounces off the ropes, and nails both with clotheslines! Both are quickly up, then dropped again for their trouble! Blitz then goes up top, and hits the Swanton bomb on Raiden! The ref gets to two before Savannah, from the outside, pulls on Blitz's leg, stopping the count! This enables Smooth to recover and hit Blitz with a drop-kick from the top rope as he goes to confront Savannah! Raiden is there to go for the cover, but Smooth breaks that up, and as Raiden gets to his feet, Smooth levels him with a neckbreaker!
By this time, Savannah's back in the ring, and he goes for and hits the Back-Kracka on Blitzwing, but the ref will not count, declaring he is not the legal man! Savannah is about to lose it when Smooth nails him with a spear into the ring post! He continues his assault with shoulders to the ribs of Savannah, but as that goes on, both Blitz and Raiden recover, but Blitz moreso as he hits the dragon punch, dropping Raiden back to the ground! He goes for the cover, and gets the three to win the match! This surprises Smooth, who decks Blitzwing with a clothesline, and kicks him several times in the center of the ring, screaming at him the whole way.
JFA: That Smooth, the match is over!
JHA: So? Blitzwing stole that one right out from under him!
JFA: How do you figure! He only had one cover in the match!
JHA: Exactly! Blitzwing never tagged him back in!
JFA: Oh for the love of....
D-Next theme music played as Syxxswitch made his way to the ring accompanied by Lord Sixshot. The CWO music then played as Computron entered the ring and the two men clashed in the ring. Sixshot was outside cheering her D-Next teammate on. Syxxswitch started the match by poking Computron in the eye. As Computron clutched his own face, Syxxswitch capitalized by knocking him over with a clothesline. He then followed by running the ropes and hitting him with a leg drop.
He lifted Computron to his feet and ran him into the ropes. As he was coming back, Syxxswitch went for a standing heel kick. Computron avoided the kick and then grabbed Syxxswitch and hit him with a belly-to-belly suplex. Computron lifted Syxxswitch to his feet and ran him into a corner; Syxxswitch hit the turnbuckle hard. Computron followed up with a splash and sandwiched him in between himself and the turnbuckle. Syxxswitch fell to the ground as Computron backed out of the corner.
Sixshot pounded on the mat from the outside trying to cheer Syxxswitch to his feet. Computron helped him up and then slammed him back down with a swinging neck breaker. He went for the quick cover, but Syxx was able to kick out. Computron pulled Syxxswitch to the centre of the ring by the feet, but Syxx was able to kick him off and get to his feet. They traded blows in the centre of the ring as momentum ‘switched’ to Syxxswitch’s favour and he nailed Computron right against the ropes. He followed up with a clothesline that knocked the CWO member over the top and onto the mat outside.
Syxxswitch ran the ropes on the other side and then jumped over the ropes, out of the ring and onto Computron with a huge body splash that got the entire crowd on their feet. Syxxswitch took a bit of time to get up, but he was moving faster than Computron, who took the worse of the extreme manoeuvre. Syxxswitch pulled himself up by the ring apron and rested for a while to catch his breath. Just as Computron was beginning to get to his feet, Syxx ran into him with a knee to the face. Computron was flattened on the mat once again, so Syxxswitch picked him up and rolled him back into the ring.
Syxxswitch climbed onto the ring apron by the ring stairs, but instead of going into the ring, he climbed to the top rope. He made a giant “X” with his arms. Sixshot did the D-Next salute on the outside too, and even some of the audience was starting to get behind Syxxswitch and do the salute as well. Syxxswitch then jumped into the air and went for a huge body splash onto Computron. Computron had too much time to recover, however, as he was able to roll out of the way before Syxxswitch could hit him. Syxxswitch landed very hard and clutched his stomach on the ground.
Computron got to his feet and began kicking Syxxswitch in the ribs. He lifted Syxx to his feet and ran him into the ropes. Computron ran the other ropes adjacent to Syxxswitch and they both met again in the centre of the ring with Computron hitting Syxxswitch with a running bulldog. Computron went for the cover, but was only able to get a two-count.
Computron lifted Syxxswitch to his feet again and ran him into a corner. He followed him in and began delivering strong rights and lefts to his midsection. He grabbed the middle ropes on either side of Syxxswitch and began driving his shoulder into his smaller opponent. Syxxswitch fell to the ground after a while and Computron then began taking the boots to him. When he was sufficiently beaten down, Computron brought Syxx to the centre of the ring and ran him into the ropes. As he got back, Computron went for a Samoan drop. He lifted him up, but Syxxswitch was able to squirm his way to the mat, and then roll Computron up in a small package. The referee counted two before Computron was able to kick out.
Both men got to their feet at the same time, but Computron hit Syxxswitch with a devastating clothesline right away. He lifted Syxxswitch up and performed his finishing manoeuvre, the “Lightspeed”. Syxxswitch was out for the count and Computron picked up the victory. To celebrate, he took his CWO t-shirt off and began to strangle Syxxswitch with it. Lord Sixshot got into the ring, but backed off when Computron shot a menacing glance towards her. When Computron decided he was finished, he released Syxxswitch and left the ring as the crowd booed.
Claypool vs. "Commandmaster" Paladin Prime
"Machine Head" blares, signaling the appearance of Paladin Prime. The crowd comes to its feet for he who dare oppose the cWo.
RA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, from Boston, Mass., Paladin Prime!
Then the cWo theme hits. The crowd rains down boos as Claypool heads for the ring, ignorant to their reception.
RA: And his opponent, from Erie, PA, he is the leader of the cWo, Claypool!
JFA: This is gonna be a helluva match, and ya gotta admire Paladin Prime for getting in the ring with as dangerous a person as Claypool.
JHA: Claypool seems to want to take over the AWF, but if Paladin's the only opposition, we're in trouble! We've seen what the Insecticon Outsiders and Blood Death and Beer are capable of!
JFA: But there has been a defection; Jetfire split from the cWo. If Claypool can't win a match, he might have a hard time holding this group together.
The bell rings, and Claypool charges, ramming Paladin into the turnbuckle. He continues to nail him with shoulders to the gut until the ref separates them. Claypool goes to try it again, but Paladin gets out of the way, causing Claypool to ram himself into the turnbuckle! Paladin tries a roll up, but Claypool kicks out. Claypool then hits a suplex on Paladin as they come back at each other, then bounces him off the ropes and nails him with a clothesline! Claypool then grabs Paladin by the leg, and nails him with an elbow drop to the thigh! He repeats this four more times as Paladin howls in agony each time. Claypool leaves him in the center of the ring, then uses the ropes and hits a leg drop across the chest. He then goes for the cover, but Paladin kicks out after two.
JFA: Great heart by Paladin Prime.
JHA: Are you kidding? The way Claypool's laying into him, I'd have stayed down.
Claypool then goes to work on the leg again, and drags Paladin to the ring post, grabs the hurting leg, and slams it into the post! Paladin screams in agony, and Claypool does it twice more as the ref counts, then pulls Paladin out of the ring, swings him around, and slams him into the steel steps! Clay then picks Paladin up by his hair, and deposits him in the ring. He sets up for the Devastator, but in a last gasp for Paladin, he hits Clay with a low blow that the ref never sees, and staggers to his feet. Limping the whole way, Paladin bounces Claypool off the ropes and nails him with a clothesline. But he drops to his knees, doubled over in pain, and Claypool gets the time he needs to get up.
JFA: It doesn't look good for Paladin here...
JHA: I'll say, he should give up now!
Claypool grabs Paladin by the hair, pulling him toward the center of the ring, then picks him up and powerbombs him! Claypool shouts at the crowd as they boo him furiously, then grabs Paladin and hits the Devastator! He covers, and picks up the three count and the win. But Claypool is far from satisfied. He storms out of the ring, grabs a steel chair, then slides back in and wraps the chair around Paladin's injured leg.
JFA: No! Stop this! The match is over!
Claypool goes to the top rope, and drops a heavy boot into the chair, causing Paladin to scream in pain again. Claypool continues to kick Paladin as the bell rings furiously and refs come out to try and separate them. But Clay gets hold of the chair again, and smacks Paladin's injured leg four more times before the refs can get it away. Claypool is then led to the back, an evil grin on his face.
JFA: By God, the decimation, the carnage left in the ring! What kind of human being is Claypool!
AWF Tag Team Championship
Champions Cosmotron & Angloconvoy vs. The Insecticon Outsiders (of the cWo)
The crowd's reaction was incredible for the Tag Team Champions, as they strolled down the aisle carrying the title belts and confident smiles for their fans. The greeting awaiting the cWo boys was not quite as friendly, but Bombshell and Shrapnel (already the European champion) did not seem concerned. Shrapnel started the match with Cosmotron, who used his speed to avoid the power moves of the former AWF World Champion. After knocking Shrapnel to the mat with a standing dropkick, Cosmo went straight to the top rope and scored with a cross body block that got two.
JFA: That was almost it early.
JHA: It wasn't even close! Shrapnel was just getting a breather.
JFA: You do realize that the referee got 2 and a half out of that.
Cosmo went to the corner and tagged in Anglo, who came in and worked over the fallen European Champion. Anglo scored with a bodyslam and an elbowdrop, then ran the ropes and hit a legdrop that got a 2 count. The following attempt for a knee to the head missed, and Anglo's knee went into the mat hard. He came up lame, giving Shrapnel the opportunity to tag in Bombshell. Bombs rushed in and went right to work, stomping Anglo's knee until everyone could hear the champion screaming in pain.
JFA: Cosmo's gotta get in there and do something, or this one's gonna be over quickly.
JHA: Work that knee, baby, work it!
Bombshell picked up Anglo and kicked out his knee, then locked in a figure four that tortured Anglo for minutes. Finally, after fighting and struggling, Anglo reached the ropes and the hold had to be broken. When Bombshell climbed the ropes and went for a splash, Anglo rolled out of the way at the last instant to save himself! He barely made it over for the tag, and Cosmo came in and cleaned house!!! After bashing both Shrapnel and Bombshell to the mat, he picked up Shrapnel and scored with the Cobra Slam, then got the desperation 3-count to barely retain the titles for the Phantom Foundation! However, there was significant concern shown for Angloconvoy, who had to be removed from the ring on a stretcher due to his knee injury.
Hell in a Cell
Blaster_86 vs. Thundercracker84
Cameras shifted to the arena across the street, where thousands of fans had packed the house to see the Hell in a Cell battle between Blaster86 and TC84. When the broadcast began, the two men were already in the ring, about to do battle. As Blaster and TC stood in the center of the ring, Redstreak and Ravage burst through the curtains and rushed to the cage, sledgehammers in hand!
JFA: What in the hell are they doing there?
JHA: R & R to the rescue! Whoooooo!
Before refs cound intervene, Red and Ravage raised their hammers and slammed the cage door, shattering the lock! A mob of officials rushed down and pulled the duo away from the cage as TC rolled to the outside and walked to the door, probably to get a weapon from his teammates. When TC heard the crowd begin to cheer, he turned just in time to see Blaster fly through the ropes, spearing TC and sending both men crashing through the door and out of the cage! Blaster went for a cover, but the ref insisted that pinfalls be inside the ring. Leaving TC on the floor, Blaster began to climb the cage wall, headed for the roof! Before he made it, however, TC gave chase and followed Blaster onto the roof, where they began to exchange punches!!!
JFA: Get them down from there! Someone could get killed!
JHA: That's why they call it Hell in a Cell!
Blaster delivered a quick boot to the stomach and positioned TC for a powerbomb, but TC reversed it and flipped Blaster onto the cage, almost breaking through the panel! TC felt the unsteadiness and took a step back, giving Blaster the opportunity to spring up and score with a spear that drove both men through the cage beneath them and all the way down to the mat!!!!
JFA: Oh my God!!! GOOD GOD!!! Will somebody stop the damn match?!?!?
JHA: Unbelievable! Neither man's gonna get up from that!
Both men laid unconscious as the referee insisted that the cage be raised and medical personnel be summoned. EMTs rushed to the ring and loaded both men onto stretchers, and the ravenous crowd continued to cheer as the two combatants were hauled away to the hospital.
4-corner IC title shot match
Savannahtron gets to the ring first, Bad to the Bone accompanying him the whole way. He has been seen only sparsely lately, so the crowd reaction is rather neutral.
Not so when his first opponent arrives, however. As Sex Type Thing blares and Raiden appears, the boos rain down thunderously upon the associate of the deposed Hardcore Champion RCOSD. Raiden shouts back at the crowd, pointing at himself repeatedly.
Professor Smooth is the next one to arrive as the other two circle each other in the ring. The smooth one has been seen very rarely just like Savannahtron, but he is remembered, and booed a few times.
The biggest reaction comes when Blitzwing appears. Wait and Bleed is met with a terrific ovation, and Blitz comes down to the ring, smirking at his opponents, who are having to be restrained by the ref.
JFA: This is gonna be a helluva match. Any man can tag or get tagged at any time, and the first one to score a pinfall will get a shot at the Intercontinental champion.
JHA: I love these matches, they're so unpredictable! I think Raiden's got a decided edge; in his time with RCOSD, he's bound to have picked something up!
JFA: Maybe, but Blitzwing definitely has the crowd on his side.
JHA: Ah, what do these idiots know!
Smooth and Savannahtron are the ones who start the match. They lock up, and Smooth forces Savannah into the corner occupied by Blitzwing. Blitz decides to remain on the sidelines as Smooth begins chopping Savannah across the chest. The crowd "Wooo!"s with each shot. Smooth then grabs Savannah and bulldogs him in the center of the ring, then bounces off the ropes and nails him in the heart with an elbow drop. He goes for the cover, but Savannah kicks out after two. Smooth is so busy arguing with the ref, he doesn't watch where he's going, and is blindly tagged by Raiden, who puts him over the ropes upon his entry into the ring. Raiden then grabs Savannah by the legs and hooks him around into the Loco-motive! Savannah screams in agony as Smooth gets back up to the top corner, and nails Raiden with a drop-kick! This enables Savannah to try and reverse into the small package, but Raiden kicks out before the ref can even get in position. Savannah is able to get some momentum going then as the crowd chants Blitzwing's name. Savannah bounces Raiden off the ropes and nails him with a spine buster in the center of the ring. He goes to bounce off the ropes again, but is blindly tagged by Blitzwing! Savannah hits a leg drop anyway, but the ref will not count, and as he looks up, Savannah sees why. Blitz kicks him in the face, then tosses him over the ropes and out!
JFA: He looked surprised!
JHA: I'd be surprised too if I looked up from a cover and saw a boot coming at my face! What a dirty player that Blitzwing is!
Blitz turns then to see Raiden, but it's too late, Raiden hits him with a DDT, then sets up for the Bullet Slam, but Smooth hits him from behind! The two go at it as Blitz recovers, bounces off the ropes, and nails both with clotheslines! Both are quickly up, then dropped again for their trouble! Blitz then goes up top, and hits the Swanton bomb on Raiden! The ref gets to two before Savannah, from the outside, pulls on Blitz's leg, stopping the count! This enables Smooth to recover and hit Blitz with a drop-kick from the top rope as he goes to confront Savannah! Raiden is there to go for the cover, but Smooth breaks that up, and as Raiden gets to his feet, Smooth levels him with a neckbreaker!
By this time, Savannah's back in the ring, and he goes for and hits the Back-Kracka on Blitzwing, but the ref will not count, declaring he is not the legal man! Savannah is about to lose it when Smooth nails him with a spear into the ring post! He continues his assault with shoulders to the ribs of Savannah, but as that goes on, both Blitz and Raiden recover, but Blitz moreso as he hits the dragon punch, dropping Raiden back to the ground! He goes for the cover, and gets the three to win the match! This surprises Smooth, who decks Blitzwing with a clothesline, and kicks him several times in the center of the ring, screaming at him the whole way.
JFA: That Smooth, the match is over!
JHA: So? Blitzwing stole that one right out from under him!
JFA: How do you figure! He only had one cover in the match!
JHA: Exactly! Blitzwing never tagged him back in!
JFA: Oh for the love of....
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Prowl? vs. Ravishing ‘Mi’Rage Rude
The next match was very big for the two competitors competing in it. Prowl? didn’t want to loose one of his lovely ladies, and ‘Mi’Rage didn’t want to become one of Prowl?’s lovely ladies. The Big Ragebowski made his way to the ring first, putting on a little show for all the women in the audience before Prowl? got to the ring. CWO theme music hit, and the former hardcore champ showed up at the top of the ring accompanied by three of his finest escorts. He ran into the ring right away and the two opponents began hammering each other in the ring.
Mirage was the bigger of the two and was able to overpower Prowl? and forced him into a corner. He delivered two chops to Prowl?’s chest that were heard throughout the arena. Prowl was able to counter by sending his knee into Rage’s midsection and then push him onto the ground. Mirage got up abruptly and ran at Prowl?. Prowl sidestepped him and Mirage went flying into the turnbuckle. Prowl? then whipped him into the opposite corner and followed up with a huge body splash.
The Ravishing One stumbled into the middle of the ring as Prowl? ran the ropes and then nailed him with a huge clothesline. Prowl?’s ladies looked quite pleased with the results. Prowl? lifted Mirage to his feet and sent him into the ropes. Rage tried to counter with a clothesline as he came running at Prowl?, but Prowl ducked and ran the ropes himself. Both men were now headed at each other at high speeds. Mirage was going for a clothesline again, but Prowl? tried a spear this time and nailed Mirage in the centre of the ring, knocking him hard into the mat. Prowl? went for the cover, but the Big Ragebowski was able to get a shoulder up.
Prowl? lifted Mirage to his feet and decided it was time to deliver the power bomb. He set Rage up and tried to lift him. Mirage, however, was able to hold his ground and wouldn’t be lifted. He then went on the offensive and lifted Prowl?, reversing the move, and flipped the superstar over his back. He fell onto Prowl? and went for a cover. The ref counted two, before Prowl? got the shoulder up and reversed the pin. The ref counted another two, but Rage kicked Prowl? and got off the ground.
The two brawlers got to their feet at the same time and began trading blows. Mirage began to get the upper hand as he backed Prowl? into a corner. He pounded Prowl with right hands and then switched to shoulder blocks. When Prowl? was beaten to the point where he couldn’t move, Mirage then began slamming his head directly into the turnbuckle. Prowl? finally fell to the ground and Rude dragged him into the centre of the ring. He lifted him to his feet and went for the Rage-plex. He got Prowl? over and the ref began to count the pin. However, Prowl was somehow able to get out of the Rage-plex before the referee got to three.
Prowl? rolled out of the ring while Mirage was arguing with the ref about a slow count. One of Prowl?’s ladies handed him a chair. Prowl? put the chair in the corner of the ring. He then ran to the other side of the ring where Mirage’s back was turned. He nailed Mirage from behind with a running clothesline that knocked Mirage into the referee and both men onto the floor. Prowl? quickly grabbed the chair as Rude was getting back to his feet. Before Mirage could see what was coming, Prowl nailed him right on the forehead with he steel chair. Mirage was out cold and Prowl? tossed the chair outside of the ring. Prowl? climbed the ropes with Mirage helpless in the centre of the ring. He leaped off the top and nailed Mirage with a huge elbow drop. He then dragged the referee over to count the 1-2-3. The ref counted it and rang the bell.
CWO music began to play as all of Prowl?’s ladies got into the ring and began dancing with him. Brawn and Computron came to ringside and entered the ring with a microphone, handing it to Prowl?. Prowl took it and said, “Well, Ravishing one, you don’t look so ravishing now.” Mirage was just beginning to regain consciousness as Brawn and Computron lifted him to his feet. “Its too bad,” said Prowl?, “You just don’t look good enough to join the train. But luckily, some of my ladies brought some stuff to doll you up.” Prowl?’s ladies handed him some lipstick. Prowl covered Mirage’s lips with the stuff and got a lot on his lower face as well. Mirage tried to struggle free but was helpless. Prowl? then began to administer eye shadow to his face, which covered his eyes, eyebrows and even some of his forehead. “Hmm,” said Prowl?, “There’s still something missing. I know, you need a dress.” One of Prowl’s ladies brought a very light black dress out of her purse and handed it to Prowl?. Just then, D-Next music hit and Syxxswitch and Deadpool came to the ring with steel chairs in hand. The CWO members quickly retreated into the crowd and Prowl?’s ladies left up the ramp. Prowl? was in the audience still with a microphone. “You better get your act together by Mayhem, Mirage, I’ll have a spot in the train ready for you.”
The Ghost v Brendocon: Best of Three Falls
JFA: “Now here’s a match that I have been waiting for…we all know the storied history between these two!”
JHA: “Yeah…I can’t wait till our former Commissioner wipes the mat with that no good Casper!”
JFA: “What?”
JHA: “You know…we have something in common! We’ve both been waiting for this match! Not only is The Ghost going to get exorcised and I get to see LordSixshot again!”
JFA: “I was wondering how long you were going to take to point that out.”
“Lap Dance” begins to play and the founder of the Phantom Foundation appears.
JRA: “Making his way to the ring area…accompanied by Reflector, from Camden New Jersey…The Ghost!”
JHA: “What? That’s not fair! Why is Reflector coming out here?”
JFA: “To even the odds perhaps?”
JHA: “What’s that supposed to mean? Brendocon is all about fair play, following the rules, and besides, the lovely Ms. LordSixshot would never interfere in a match!”
JFA: “Do you even watch the matches?”
JHA: “Not when LordSixshot is at ringside!”
JFA: “Down boy!”
The Ghost and Reflector slide into the ring to the cheers of the crowd.
JFA: “The Excellence of Execution and a true class act…The Ghost is here to settle the score with Mr. O’Con!”
Are you Ready?
JHA: “As you would say I think business is about to pick up…”
Just before “Filmstar” hits, the sounds of the song “Ghostbusters” intro hits…GHOSTBUSTERS! Then fades into…
"Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car, it looks so easy. Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car tonight."
“Accompanied by LordSixshot... the HeartBrend Kid... Brend O’Con!”
"Filmstar, giving it class, living it fast, it looks so easy. Filmstar, giving it class, living it fast tonight."
Brendocon struts into the ring donning the new D-Next “Ghostbusters t-shirt” and poses in the center while LordSixshot (also in the Ghostbusters t-shirt) taunts The Ghost. As the lights come up, the HeartBrend Kid and Ghost move to the center of the ring. The two meet nose to nose, each muttering at the other, talking smack. Brend salutes Ghost with the DN chop, Ghost shoves Brend, and Brend reels back unexpectedly and punches Ghost straight in the face. Ghost stammers backwards, feeling his jaw.
JFA: “the intensity, the electricity, the buzz in this place is unbelievable! What a moment, the first part of our main event at the fist ever Archivemania!”
JHA: “yeah…I can feel the electricity everytime LordSixshot walks by!”
JFA: (sighs) Let’s not forget this is the best of three falls!
In retaliation, The Ghost gives Brend a swift kick to the stomach and follows it up with an elbow to the back of Brend’s neck. Grabbing Brend by the hand, Ghost whips him hard into the corner, causing Brend to flip over the top and onto the floor. Sixshot rushes over to try to help Brendocon up as he clutches his lower back. Sliding to the outside Ghost makes his way over to Brendocon and whips him back first into the guardrail. Slinking to the ground, Brendocon winces as Ghost places a couple kicks to the mid-section. Picking him up by the hair, Ghost forces Brend back into the ring. As Ghost starts to climb into the ring, Sixshot grabs his foot and stalls him for a moment. As Ghost tries to shake her off, Brend recovers enough to drop his knees into Ghost’s lower back. Rising to his feet, but still clutching his back, Brend gives so stern kicks to Ghost. Moving into the corner, Brend begins to stomp in the corner of the ring.
JHA: “Yes! Its time for the greatest super kick in the business…the HeartBrend Kick!”
As Ghost gets to his feet and turns, Brend goes for the kick, but Ghost sees it coming and hits another quick kick to the mid section. Temporarily stunned, Brend suddenly finds himself cinched into the Whirlwind. Crashing to the mat Brend lies prone and Ghost goes for the cover…1,2,3!
JFA: “YES! First fall goes to The Ghost!”
JHA: “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
LordSixshot pulls Brend out by his foot and tries to shake some sense into him.
JHA: “I think Sixshot is going to need someone to comfort her…she must be devastated by the fact that Ghost cheated her boy out of the first fall!”
JFA: “I was right! You DON’T watch the matches…”
Sliding to the outside, Ghost proceeds to jumpstart the next fall. Sixshot jumps on the ring apron to distract the ref. As she does, Flec jumps in and the ref rushes over to detain him. In so doing, it gives Sixshot the chance she was looking for as she moves to the side, grabs a chair, and flattens The Ghost with it.
JFA: “DAMNIT! That Jezebel! I knew it was only a matter of time until she came into play!”
Now able to recover from the Whirlwind, the Heartbrend Kid drags Ghost over to the French Announcers table. Shooting them some dirty looks, Brend tosses Ghost nearly unconscious body atop the table much to the chagrin of the French announcers. Dashing back to the ring, Brend climbs the ropes and quickly sizes the Excellence of Execution up before leaping into the air and delivering a well-placed elbow drop onto Ghost, demolishing the table. The two lay in a heap on the floor.
JFA: “GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! HE KILLED HIM! HE KILLED HIM! With God as my witness, Brend O’Con has just broken The Ghost in half!”
JHA: “Why are you only concerned with the good guys? Brend O’Con is in obvious pain as well!”
JFA: “No one told him to jump of the top rope and land that elbow now did they?”
JHA: “They might have…”
JFA: “This is insane…these two men are broken in half…I just hope my momma ain’t watching cause this is not for the weak of heart.”
JHA: “Neither is listening to you…”
JFA: “I can’t believe this…Brend O’Con is actually moving! He flew from the top rope, landed an elbow, crashed through the table, busted himself wide open on the forehead and he’s getting up…”
JHA: “That’s why he’s a Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car, it looks so easy.”
Pulling himself slowly to his feet, clutching his side and back, Brend tries to pull Ghost up. Not able to and getting frustrated he points at LordSixshot, who starts to again distract the ref. Grabbing the ring bell, Brend waits till Ghost has himself finally propped up against the guard rail, the strikes…nailing him with the bell, busting him open. Flec moves over to assist his partner but Brend sees him coming and ducks, crouching behind the ring and when flec moves into position he is greeted by the HeartBrend Kick!
Moving back to Ghost, HBK grabs the now bloodied Ghost by the hair and tosses him into the ring. He again climbs the ropes, measuring him for a second time and drops a second elbow right to the heart of Sghost. Ghost begins to shake from the impact and Brend goes for the cover. 1,2 kick out…somehow a kick out. Getting frustrated, Brend slides out of the ring and grabs a chair, tossing it into the ring. As he is about to get in the ring however, Flec has recovered and administers a clothesline, sending Brend down to the floor hard. Running to that side, with her chair still in hand, Sixshot levels Flec just as she had Sghost earlier in the match. With Flec and Brend out on the floor. Ghost is struggling to regroup, while Sixy tries to get Brend around. Crawling back into the ring, he pulls himself up, barely able to stand. Seeing this Ghost prepares to move in, but out of no where…
JHA: “HEARTBREND KICK!!!”
JFA: “My GOD! He almost took The Ghost's head clean off!”
The cover, 1,2,3!
JHA: “YES! The second fall goes to Brend O’Con cause he’s a "Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car, it looks so easy”
JFA: “When did you learn the lyrics to that song?”
JHA: “What song?”
JFA: “Nevermind!”
JHA: “This is great! We’re all tied up and look how happy Sixy is…when she’s happy, I’m happy! YIPPEE!”
JFA: (sighs) “Down tiger!”
Eager for the third fall to start, Brend pulls Ghost up to administer a pile driver. Ghost goes limp as his skull bounces off the mat, leaving a bloodstain where his head bounced. Weary and in pain, Brend signals that he is ready to end it, and begins the stomp…as he waits for Ghost to get to his feet. As he rises, Brend moves in, but again Ghost is able to duck and out of desperation catches Brend, spins him around and flattens him with a Russian leg sweep. The two lies motionless, in the corner on the outside, Flec is slumped against the apron, on the other Sixshot is pacing nervously around. Getting to his feet first, Ghost delivers some quick stomps, the sets himself on the ropes to deliver a short elbow drop to the forehead. He goes for a quick pin, but Brend kicks out at 1. He then looks at the crowd and receives thousands of cheers. Taking a queue from the crowd, Ghost moves over and locks in the sharpshooter, sitting down fully on it, cranking the legs back. The already injured back is put into great strain as the legs are torqued backwards. Writhing in pain, Brend begins to struggle to the ropes. From nearby, Sixy reaches under the bottom rope, trying to grab Brend’s hand to assist him. Not willing to stand by and watch, Flec moves in, scooping up Sixshot and carrying her on his shoulder and dumping her on the lap of the JHA telling her to stay put!
JHA: “WOO HOO! Reflector just became my new favorite wrestler!”
JFA: “I have to check my contract…I don’t get paid enough to put up with this…”
Seeing this manhandling of his manager insights Brendocon and rather than tapping or succumbing to the torture on his lower back and legs he fights on. Crawling inch by inch, until finally he reaches the rope and ref orders the hold broken. Frustrated, Ghost stomps the lower back a few more times, followed by a well-placed elbow to the small of the back. Scooping Brend up, he signals that its once again time for the Whirlwind, but as he locks him up and swings Brend upward, Ghost loses his grip and Brend slides down his back, giving him a chance to hit the HDD!
JFA: “The HotDog Divebomb! This one could be over, but Brend is out too…the after effects of the sharpshooter, which he was in for nearly five minutes.”
JHA: “You know the view is a lot better with Sixy here!”
JFA: “What are you holding her down?”
JHA: “ummm…..no…well Flec made me!”
JFA: “well, why don’t you give her your headset and let her call the match…at least she may actually watch it!”
JHA: “What a great idea!” (hands headset to LordSixshot)
Sixy: “Well, the quality of this show just got upgraded significantly, and once my boy Brend takes out this punk, then its gonna be Game over for Stone Cold.”
JFA: “Well, your boy is in no better position than his opponent, the ref has started the 10 count!)
Sixy: “Can this ref make it to ten?”
JFA: “I would assume so…”
Sixy: “Then he can count 9 places higher than most of the rubes in the crowd!”
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, (checks both men) 6, 7, 8, (pauses to check again) 9, 10!
Both men are still down! The ref calls for the bell!
Sixy and JFA: “WHAT?!?”
He discusses it with the announcer, that both men have been counted out, and the third fall is a draw.
JFA: “A draw…that can’t be, its like kissing your sister!”
Sixy: “You would know most likely…judging by your accent!”
JHA: “I think I liked the hormone driven buffoon better…”
At that time, Mr. Vaccaro appeared at the top of the stage, just below the Archivetron with a mic in hand. Both combatants were up and Brendocon was outside the ring, standing on the apron about to leave.
Mr. Vaccaro: “No, no no no no no! These people paid good money to see a winner; I am decreeing that there must be a winner…the third fall must continue. There will be no countouts, no draws, no double knockouts, we go until we have a winner!”
Angered by Vaccaro’s appearance, Brend points up the ramp and begins to shout at the boss. Taking advantage of this, Sghost moves over, and squats enough to get a grip on the HeartBrend Kid. Raising him over the rope, he plants a short, modified Whirlwind. Still in pain, it takes a few seconds for Ghost to go for the pin. 1, 2, kick out!
JFA: “I don’t believe it…he kicked out of the Whirlwind…no one kicks out of the Whirlwind.”
Sixy: “don’t you even watch these matches…someone just did!”
Now beyond frustrated, Ghost shoots a perplexed look at Reflector, still at Ringside keeping an eye on LordSixshot. Ghost stops to ask the ref about the count, which the ref disregards. Picking Brend up, Ghost whips him into the ropes and prepares for a reverse atomic drop, but Brend baseball slides under his legs, then bounces up and delivers another HeartBrend kick!
Sixy: “Its over! The Ghost is busted!”
Dragging himself on top of Ghost, Brend makes a cover. 1, 2…
JFA: “He kicked out! He kicked out! The Ghost has just kicked out of the HeartBrend Kick!!!”
Sixy: “WHAT!?! No way! He’s cheating!”
Brend rises up and begins to wave Ghost up, measuring for another superkick, Ghost staggers, up, Brend goes for the Kick, but Ghost blocks it, and hits Brendocon with his own move…the HDD! Falling atop, Ghost pulls the leg and the cover! 1, 2, 3!
SIXY: “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! NOT FAIR! HE CAN’T DO THAT!!!”
JFA: “He just did! The Ghost has overcome the most intense match I have ever witnessed and won…he has beaten Brend O’Con in the two out of three falls match.”
Sixy: “That does it!”
Sixy tosses down her headset and grabs the chair as Flec and Ghost celebrate in the ring. The two turn and she stops, as they begin to back her down, Brend pulls himself up. Sixy points him out and as Ghost turns the HeartBrend Kick greets him yet again. Sixy levels Flec with the chair again and Brend slides to the outside to retrieve a table.
JFA: “Stop this…this isn’t right…He lost! Deal with it, it was fair!”
JHA: “Did you watch the same match? You heard LordSixshot, Casper cheated!”
JFA: “He did not damnit! This is not right and you know it!”
JHA: “All I know is that this is cheater’s justice…that and LordSixshot has been out here a lot tonight…she even sat right here on this knee! YIPPEE!!!”
JFA: “While Captain Hormone cools his jets, Mr. O’Con has set up a table in the ring. What’s he doing! NO, Don’t do that!!!”
The pleas of the JFA fall on death ears as Brend O’Con delivers his own HDD to Sghost, through the table. As the table shatters, the bloodstained face of The Ghost again lies on the mat. Brend stands over him giving the D-Next chop, still donning the crimson mask.
Brend O’Con: (shouting) “This isn’t over Casper…not by a long shot.”
The next match was very big for the two competitors competing in it. Prowl? didn’t want to loose one of his lovely ladies, and ‘Mi’Rage didn’t want to become one of Prowl?’s lovely ladies. The Big Ragebowski made his way to the ring first, putting on a little show for all the women in the audience before Prowl? got to the ring. CWO theme music hit, and the former hardcore champ showed up at the top of the ring accompanied by three of his finest escorts. He ran into the ring right away and the two opponents began hammering each other in the ring.
Mirage was the bigger of the two and was able to overpower Prowl? and forced him into a corner. He delivered two chops to Prowl?’s chest that were heard throughout the arena. Prowl was able to counter by sending his knee into Rage’s midsection and then push him onto the ground. Mirage got up abruptly and ran at Prowl?. Prowl sidestepped him and Mirage went flying into the turnbuckle. Prowl? then whipped him into the opposite corner and followed up with a huge body splash.
The Ravishing One stumbled into the middle of the ring as Prowl? ran the ropes and then nailed him with a huge clothesline. Prowl?’s ladies looked quite pleased with the results. Prowl? lifted Mirage to his feet and sent him into the ropes. Rage tried to counter with a clothesline as he came running at Prowl?, but Prowl ducked and ran the ropes himself. Both men were now headed at each other at high speeds. Mirage was going for a clothesline again, but Prowl? tried a spear this time and nailed Mirage in the centre of the ring, knocking him hard into the mat. Prowl? went for the cover, but the Big Ragebowski was able to get a shoulder up.
Prowl? lifted Mirage to his feet and decided it was time to deliver the power bomb. He set Rage up and tried to lift him. Mirage, however, was able to hold his ground and wouldn’t be lifted. He then went on the offensive and lifted Prowl?, reversing the move, and flipped the superstar over his back. He fell onto Prowl? and went for a cover. The ref counted two, before Prowl? got the shoulder up and reversed the pin. The ref counted another two, but Rage kicked Prowl? and got off the ground.
The two brawlers got to their feet at the same time and began trading blows. Mirage began to get the upper hand as he backed Prowl? into a corner. He pounded Prowl with right hands and then switched to shoulder blocks. When Prowl? was beaten to the point where he couldn’t move, Mirage then began slamming his head directly into the turnbuckle. Prowl? finally fell to the ground and Rude dragged him into the centre of the ring. He lifted him to his feet and went for the Rage-plex. He got Prowl? over and the ref began to count the pin. However, Prowl was somehow able to get out of the Rage-plex before the referee got to three.
Prowl? rolled out of the ring while Mirage was arguing with the ref about a slow count. One of Prowl?’s ladies handed him a chair. Prowl? put the chair in the corner of the ring. He then ran to the other side of the ring where Mirage’s back was turned. He nailed Mirage from behind with a running clothesline that knocked Mirage into the referee and both men onto the floor. Prowl? quickly grabbed the chair as Rude was getting back to his feet. Before Mirage could see what was coming, Prowl nailed him right on the forehead with he steel chair. Mirage was out cold and Prowl? tossed the chair outside of the ring. Prowl? climbed the ropes with Mirage helpless in the centre of the ring. He leaped off the top and nailed Mirage with a huge elbow drop. He then dragged the referee over to count the 1-2-3. The ref counted it and rang the bell.
CWO music began to play as all of Prowl?’s ladies got into the ring and began dancing with him. Brawn and Computron came to ringside and entered the ring with a microphone, handing it to Prowl?. Prowl took it and said, “Well, Ravishing one, you don’t look so ravishing now.” Mirage was just beginning to regain consciousness as Brawn and Computron lifted him to his feet. “Its too bad,” said Prowl?, “You just don’t look good enough to join the train. But luckily, some of my ladies brought some stuff to doll you up.” Prowl?’s ladies handed him some lipstick. Prowl covered Mirage’s lips with the stuff and got a lot on his lower face as well. Mirage tried to struggle free but was helpless. Prowl? then began to administer eye shadow to his face, which covered his eyes, eyebrows and even some of his forehead. “Hmm,” said Prowl?, “There’s still something missing. I know, you need a dress.” One of Prowl’s ladies brought a very light black dress out of her purse and handed it to Prowl?. Just then, D-Next music hit and Syxxswitch and Deadpool came to the ring with steel chairs in hand. The CWO members quickly retreated into the crowd and Prowl?’s ladies left up the ramp. Prowl? was in the audience still with a microphone. “You better get your act together by Mayhem, Mirage, I’ll have a spot in the train ready for you.”
The Ghost v Brendocon: Best of Three Falls
JFA: “Now here’s a match that I have been waiting for…we all know the storied history between these two!”
JHA: “Yeah…I can’t wait till our former Commissioner wipes the mat with that no good Casper!”
JFA: “What?”
JHA: “You know…we have something in common! We’ve both been waiting for this match! Not only is The Ghost going to get exorcised and I get to see LordSixshot again!”
JFA: “I was wondering how long you were going to take to point that out.”
“Lap Dance” begins to play and the founder of the Phantom Foundation appears.
JRA: “Making his way to the ring area…accompanied by Reflector, from Camden New Jersey…The Ghost!”
JHA: “What? That’s not fair! Why is Reflector coming out here?”
JFA: “To even the odds perhaps?”
JHA: “What’s that supposed to mean? Brendocon is all about fair play, following the rules, and besides, the lovely Ms. LordSixshot would never interfere in a match!”
JFA: “Do you even watch the matches?”
JHA: “Not when LordSixshot is at ringside!”
JFA: “Down boy!”
The Ghost and Reflector slide into the ring to the cheers of the crowd.
JFA: “The Excellence of Execution and a true class act…The Ghost is here to settle the score with Mr. O’Con!”
Are you Ready?
JHA: “As you would say I think business is about to pick up…”
Just before “Filmstar” hits, the sounds of the song “Ghostbusters” intro hits…GHOSTBUSTERS! Then fades into…
"Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car, it looks so easy. Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car tonight."
“Accompanied by LordSixshot... the HeartBrend Kid... Brend O’Con!”
"Filmstar, giving it class, living it fast, it looks so easy. Filmstar, giving it class, living it fast tonight."
Brendocon struts into the ring donning the new D-Next “Ghostbusters t-shirt” and poses in the center while LordSixshot (also in the Ghostbusters t-shirt) taunts The Ghost. As the lights come up, the HeartBrend Kid and Ghost move to the center of the ring. The two meet nose to nose, each muttering at the other, talking smack. Brend salutes Ghost with the DN chop, Ghost shoves Brend, and Brend reels back unexpectedly and punches Ghost straight in the face. Ghost stammers backwards, feeling his jaw.
JFA: “the intensity, the electricity, the buzz in this place is unbelievable! What a moment, the first part of our main event at the fist ever Archivemania!”
JHA: “yeah…I can feel the electricity everytime LordSixshot walks by!”
JFA: (sighs) Let’s not forget this is the best of three falls!
In retaliation, The Ghost gives Brend a swift kick to the stomach and follows it up with an elbow to the back of Brend’s neck. Grabbing Brend by the hand, Ghost whips him hard into the corner, causing Brend to flip over the top and onto the floor. Sixshot rushes over to try to help Brendocon up as he clutches his lower back. Sliding to the outside Ghost makes his way over to Brendocon and whips him back first into the guardrail. Slinking to the ground, Brendocon winces as Ghost places a couple kicks to the mid-section. Picking him up by the hair, Ghost forces Brend back into the ring. As Ghost starts to climb into the ring, Sixshot grabs his foot and stalls him for a moment. As Ghost tries to shake her off, Brend recovers enough to drop his knees into Ghost’s lower back. Rising to his feet, but still clutching his back, Brend gives so stern kicks to Ghost. Moving into the corner, Brend begins to stomp in the corner of the ring.
JHA: “Yes! Its time for the greatest super kick in the business…the HeartBrend Kick!”
As Ghost gets to his feet and turns, Brend goes for the kick, but Ghost sees it coming and hits another quick kick to the mid section. Temporarily stunned, Brend suddenly finds himself cinched into the Whirlwind. Crashing to the mat Brend lies prone and Ghost goes for the cover…1,2,3!
JFA: “YES! First fall goes to The Ghost!”
JHA: “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
LordSixshot pulls Brend out by his foot and tries to shake some sense into him.
JHA: “I think Sixshot is going to need someone to comfort her…she must be devastated by the fact that Ghost cheated her boy out of the first fall!”
JFA: “I was right! You DON’T watch the matches…”
Sliding to the outside, Ghost proceeds to jumpstart the next fall. Sixshot jumps on the ring apron to distract the ref. As she does, Flec jumps in and the ref rushes over to detain him. In so doing, it gives Sixshot the chance she was looking for as she moves to the side, grabs a chair, and flattens The Ghost with it.
JFA: “DAMNIT! That Jezebel! I knew it was only a matter of time until she came into play!”
Now able to recover from the Whirlwind, the Heartbrend Kid drags Ghost over to the French Announcers table. Shooting them some dirty looks, Brend tosses Ghost nearly unconscious body atop the table much to the chagrin of the French announcers. Dashing back to the ring, Brend climbs the ropes and quickly sizes the Excellence of Execution up before leaping into the air and delivering a well-placed elbow drop onto Ghost, demolishing the table. The two lay in a heap on the floor.
JFA: “GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! HE KILLED HIM! HE KILLED HIM! With God as my witness, Brend O’Con has just broken The Ghost in half!”
JHA: “Why are you only concerned with the good guys? Brend O’Con is in obvious pain as well!”
JFA: “No one told him to jump of the top rope and land that elbow now did they?”
JHA: “They might have…”
JFA: “This is insane…these two men are broken in half…I just hope my momma ain’t watching cause this is not for the weak of heart.”
JHA: “Neither is listening to you…”
JFA: “I can’t believe this…Brend O’Con is actually moving! He flew from the top rope, landed an elbow, crashed through the table, busted himself wide open on the forehead and he’s getting up…”
JHA: “That’s why he’s a Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car, it looks so easy.”
Pulling himself slowly to his feet, clutching his side and back, Brend tries to pull Ghost up. Not able to and getting frustrated he points at LordSixshot, who starts to again distract the ref. Grabbing the ring bell, Brend waits till Ghost has himself finally propped up against the guard rail, the strikes…nailing him with the bell, busting him open. Flec moves over to assist his partner but Brend sees him coming and ducks, crouching behind the ring and when flec moves into position he is greeted by the HeartBrend Kick!
Moving back to Ghost, HBK grabs the now bloodied Ghost by the hair and tosses him into the ring. He again climbs the ropes, measuring him for a second time and drops a second elbow right to the heart of Sghost. Ghost begins to shake from the impact and Brend goes for the cover. 1,2 kick out…somehow a kick out. Getting frustrated, Brend slides out of the ring and grabs a chair, tossing it into the ring. As he is about to get in the ring however, Flec has recovered and administers a clothesline, sending Brend down to the floor hard. Running to that side, with her chair still in hand, Sixshot levels Flec just as she had Sghost earlier in the match. With Flec and Brend out on the floor. Ghost is struggling to regroup, while Sixy tries to get Brend around. Crawling back into the ring, he pulls himself up, barely able to stand. Seeing this Ghost prepares to move in, but out of no where…
JHA: “HEARTBREND KICK!!!”
JFA: “My GOD! He almost took The Ghost's head clean off!”
The cover, 1,2,3!
JHA: “YES! The second fall goes to Brend O’Con cause he’s a "Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car, it looks so easy”
JFA: “When did you learn the lyrics to that song?”
JHA: “What song?”
JFA: “Nevermind!”
JHA: “This is great! We’re all tied up and look how happy Sixy is…when she’s happy, I’m happy! YIPPEE!”
JFA: (sighs) “Down tiger!”
Eager for the third fall to start, Brend pulls Ghost up to administer a pile driver. Ghost goes limp as his skull bounces off the mat, leaving a bloodstain where his head bounced. Weary and in pain, Brend signals that he is ready to end it, and begins the stomp…as he waits for Ghost to get to his feet. As he rises, Brend moves in, but again Ghost is able to duck and out of desperation catches Brend, spins him around and flattens him with a Russian leg sweep. The two lies motionless, in the corner on the outside, Flec is slumped against the apron, on the other Sixshot is pacing nervously around. Getting to his feet first, Ghost delivers some quick stomps, the sets himself on the ropes to deliver a short elbow drop to the forehead. He goes for a quick pin, but Brend kicks out at 1. He then looks at the crowd and receives thousands of cheers. Taking a queue from the crowd, Ghost moves over and locks in the sharpshooter, sitting down fully on it, cranking the legs back. The already injured back is put into great strain as the legs are torqued backwards. Writhing in pain, Brend begins to struggle to the ropes. From nearby, Sixy reaches under the bottom rope, trying to grab Brend’s hand to assist him. Not willing to stand by and watch, Flec moves in, scooping up Sixshot and carrying her on his shoulder and dumping her on the lap of the JHA telling her to stay put!
JHA: “WOO HOO! Reflector just became my new favorite wrestler!”
JFA: “I have to check my contract…I don’t get paid enough to put up with this…”
Seeing this manhandling of his manager insights Brendocon and rather than tapping or succumbing to the torture on his lower back and legs he fights on. Crawling inch by inch, until finally he reaches the rope and ref orders the hold broken. Frustrated, Ghost stomps the lower back a few more times, followed by a well-placed elbow to the small of the back. Scooping Brend up, he signals that its once again time for the Whirlwind, but as he locks him up and swings Brend upward, Ghost loses his grip and Brend slides down his back, giving him a chance to hit the HDD!
JFA: “The HotDog Divebomb! This one could be over, but Brend is out too…the after effects of the sharpshooter, which he was in for nearly five minutes.”
JHA: “You know the view is a lot better with Sixy here!”
JFA: “What are you holding her down?”
JHA: “ummm…..no…well Flec made me!”
JFA: “well, why don’t you give her your headset and let her call the match…at least she may actually watch it!”
JHA: “What a great idea!” (hands headset to LordSixshot)
Sixy: “Well, the quality of this show just got upgraded significantly, and once my boy Brend takes out this punk, then its gonna be Game over for Stone Cold.”
JFA: “Well, your boy is in no better position than his opponent, the ref has started the 10 count!)
Sixy: “Can this ref make it to ten?”
JFA: “I would assume so…”
Sixy: “Then he can count 9 places higher than most of the rubes in the crowd!”
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, (checks both men) 6, 7, 8, (pauses to check again) 9, 10!
Both men are still down! The ref calls for the bell!
Sixy and JFA: “WHAT?!?”
He discusses it with the announcer, that both men have been counted out, and the third fall is a draw.
JFA: “A draw…that can’t be, its like kissing your sister!”
Sixy: “You would know most likely…judging by your accent!”
JHA: “I think I liked the hormone driven buffoon better…”
At that time, Mr. Vaccaro appeared at the top of the stage, just below the Archivetron with a mic in hand. Both combatants were up and Brendocon was outside the ring, standing on the apron about to leave.
Mr. Vaccaro: “No, no no no no no! These people paid good money to see a winner; I am decreeing that there must be a winner…the third fall must continue. There will be no countouts, no draws, no double knockouts, we go until we have a winner!”
Angered by Vaccaro’s appearance, Brend points up the ramp and begins to shout at the boss. Taking advantage of this, Sghost moves over, and squats enough to get a grip on the HeartBrend Kid. Raising him over the rope, he plants a short, modified Whirlwind. Still in pain, it takes a few seconds for Ghost to go for the pin. 1, 2, kick out!
JFA: “I don’t believe it…he kicked out of the Whirlwind…no one kicks out of the Whirlwind.”
Sixy: “don’t you even watch these matches…someone just did!”
Now beyond frustrated, Ghost shoots a perplexed look at Reflector, still at Ringside keeping an eye on LordSixshot. Ghost stops to ask the ref about the count, which the ref disregards. Picking Brend up, Ghost whips him into the ropes and prepares for a reverse atomic drop, but Brend baseball slides under his legs, then bounces up and delivers another HeartBrend kick!
Sixy: “Its over! The Ghost is busted!”
Dragging himself on top of Ghost, Brend makes a cover. 1, 2…
JFA: “He kicked out! He kicked out! The Ghost has just kicked out of the HeartBrend Kick!!!”
Sixy: “WHAT!?! No way! He’s cheating!”
Brend rises up and begins to wave Ghost up, measuring for another superkick, Ghost staggers, up, Brend goes for the Kick, but Ghost blocks it, and hits Brendocon with his own move…the HDD! Falling atop, Ghost pulls the leg and the cover! 1, 2, 3!
SIXY: “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! NOT FAIR! HE CAN’T DO THAT!!!”
JFA: “He just did! The Ghost has overcome the most intense match I have ever witnessed and won…he has beaten Brend O’Con in the two out of three falls match.”
Sixy: “That does it!”
Sixy tosses down her headset and grabs the chair as Flec and Ghost celebrate in the ring. The two turn and she stops, as they begin to back her down, Brend pulls himself up. Sixy points him out and as Ghost turns the HeartBrend Kick greets him yet again. Sixy levels Flec with the chair again and Brend slides to the outside to retrieve a table.
JFA: “Stop this…this isn’t right…He lost! Deal with it, it was fair!”
JHA: “Did you watch the same match? You heard LordSixshot, Casper cheated!”
JFA: “He did not damnit! This is not right and you know it!”
JHA: “All I know is that this is cheater’s justice…that and LordSixshot has been out here a lot tonight…she even sat right here on this knee! YIPPEE!!!”
JFA: “While Captain Hormone cools his jets, Mr. O’Con has set up a table in the ring. What’s he doing! NO, Don’t do that!!!”
The pleas of the JFA fall on death ears as Brend O’Con delivers his own HDD to Sghost, through the table. As the table shatters, the bloodstained face of The Ghost again lies on the mat. Brend stands over him giving the D-Next chop, still donning the crimson mask.
Brend O’Con: (shouting) “This isn’t over Casper…not by a long shot.”
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Making his way out of the ring with LordSixshot, Brend O’Con gives a few more D-Next salutes to the crowd. Flec is helping The Ghost up as the camera zooms to see the blood soaked face of The Ghost, seething with anger, glaring towards the ramp and The Heart Brend Kid.
Quick Switch vs. Nmathew
JFA: “Well this is an interesting match up…actually a rematch from a few weeks back between two of the young stars in our Fed.”
JHA: “Yeah…a couple goody, goodies about to bash each others faces in. HA HA! I love it!”
JFA: “You are a sick, twisted individual, aren’t you?”
JHA: “Why?”
“Back in Black” is queued and Nmathew begins to make his way to the ring area. He climbs the ring and stares out quickly at the thousands upon thousands of screaming fans and gives them a quick wave as “Sandstorm” begins to play and Quick Switch descends the ramp to the ring. The two shake hands, the bell rings, and they lock up!
JFA: “This should be a tremendous match!”
JHA: “Yeah, maybe they’ll both lose!”
JFA: (says nothing just glares at JHA)
JHA: “WHAT?!?”
In the ring nmathew locks in a collar and elbow tie up and cinches it in, but Quick Switch flips nmathew over to reverse and does a backflip onto nmathew’s chest. Racing to the ropes, Quick Switch hits a drop kick to the face as Nmathew tried to sit up. Following in, Quick Switch locks a buffalo sleeper hold and begins to shake nmathew back and forth, arms flaying about. Nmathew begins to kick his feet pushing back towards the ropes. With the hold locked in, he kicks and kicks, dragging the weight of Quick Switch, until he finally reaches the ropes and the hold is broken. Trying to shake some feeling into his arms and shoulders, nmathew is quickly hit with a series of chest chops.
JFA: “My Gawd…those chops are searing into Nmathew’s chest!”
JHA: “I’d like to see you take a few of those chops!”
JFA: “What?”
JHA: “Might shut you up…”
Whipping, nmathew into the ropes, Quickswitch goes to hit a super kick, but nmathew ducks under and locks his arms around his opponents waste. Lifting his opponent into the air he hits a German suplex and rolls through into another, then a third, then a fourth, then a fifth, and finally on the sixth he releases.
JFA: “The impact of those suplexes…that could be all here!”
Nmathew goes for a cover: 1, 2, and a kickout! Grabbing quickswitch by the sides of his head. He locks in an arm bar then ducks to the back and suplexes him onto his locked arm. Quickswitch clutches his shoulder and begins to wince in pain. Working the shoulder, Nmathew locks in another armbar and begins to wrench away, causing further separation on the shoulder area. Pulling Quick Switch up by the arm, he locks in an overhead armbar, lifts him, then drops him back to the mat. Moving to the corner, Nmathew climbs the ropes for a moonsault and leaps, but Quick Switch was ready and raises his knees.
JHA: “This is great! I don’t know who I want to see get pummeled more! HA HA!”
JFA: “Did you have ANY friends as a child?”
JHA: “What do you mean? I was class president!”
JFA: “Yeah…of the reform school, I’m certain! And this one could be over, Quick switch with the cover, 1, 2,…no…so close!”
Quick Switch lands a couple stiff kicks to the prone Nmathew, then goes for grand finale, but as he turns to engage Nmathew, Nmathew hits a fireman’s carry and moves to the back to lock in the double chicken wing.
JFA: “It’s the Double Chicken Wing! Quick Switch is on the mat…he’s fighting it, trying to push to the ropes…but they are so far!”
JHA: “He’s gonna quit! He has to quit! There’s no way out!!!”
JFA: “The ref is asking…he’s asking, Quick Switch is saying no…he’s fading out though…fading…the ref is checking…Quick Switch isn’t answering the ref calls for the Bell! Nmathew! Nmathew! Nmathew has won this hard fought contest!”
JHA: “Oh brother…now he’s checking if his opponent’s allright” (Stands up)
JFA: “What the hell are you doing now?”
JHA: “I’m going to the men’s room…all this nice stuff is making me ill!” (rushes off)
In the ring the ref raises Nmathew’s hand and as the camera fades to a promo the two opponents again shake hands and make their way to the back.
Intercontinental Championship
Champion *Predaking* vs. grimlock
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. And it is for the Archive Wrestling Federation Intercontinental Championship!"
The crowd get to their feet, in anticipation of the Champ, but it is Grimlock's music that hits first.
"Introducing first, the challenger, from Melbourne, Australia.... Grimlock!!"
JHA: "Here he comes... the People's Champion - The 'Lock!"
JFA: "Will you PLEASE stop?"
JHA: "It's true, you know... The Lock IS the real champion... Predaking merely has the belt."
Grimlock ambles down the aisle, and slides into the ring, smugly ignoring the chorus of boos that greeted his entrance.
JFA: "This match has been a long time coming... Grimlock has been attacking Predaking at every opportunity ever since he lost his precious title on Mayhem earlier this month..."
JHA: "The Lock WON that match fair and square... it was the gestapo techniques of Mr Vaccaro that gave Predaking the belt... Grimlock's actions have been perfectly understandable!"
"And his opponent..."
U2's "Pride (In the name of love)" hits, and the champion appears at the top of the ramp.
"From Los Angeles, California... the AWF Intercontinental Champion... *Predaking*!!!"
JFA: "And you'll see it there, folks - Predaking's ankle, still heavily bandaged from the anklelock he took at the hands of the former champion two weeks ago on Mayhem..."
JHA: "Or rather, you won't see it, because those boots cover the ankle up..."
JFA: "But you can still see the slight limp..."
JHA: "Yeah, but that's not what you said..."
Predaking jogs down the aisle, slapping hands with the fans at ringside, but with one eye firmly on his opponent in the ring. He climbs the steps, and bounces through the ropes. The referee finishes checking over Grimlock, before taking the belt from the Champion, and holding it aloft for the crowd to see.
JHA: "How come the referee checked The Lock over, but not Predaking?"
JFA: "Predaking has no past record of cheating..."
JHA: "Did you SEE the match when he picked up the belt??"
JFA: "Did YOU?"
The bell rings, and Grimlock immediately lunges forward, nailing the champion unwares with a stiff right hand, before continuing the assault with a succession of double axehandles to the back, forcing his opponent down to the knees.
With Predaking doubled over, Grimlock lands a powerful kick to the chest, sending him over onto his back, clutching his sternum.
JFA: "He is vicious..."
JHA: "He has good reason to be... not only is Predaking walking around with The Lock's title belt, but he's from California... ugh...."
Using the top rope for leverage, Grimlock lands a series of stomps onto the fallen Champion's chest, before dropping to his knees, and choking him out. The referee starts counting, and the hold is broken . As Grimlock backs up to appease the referee, Predaking slides out to the floor to get his breath back.
Grimlock approaches the ropes, to pull his opponent back in, but Predaking grabs the ankles, and pulls him out under the bottom rope to the floor, where he levels him with a firm right hand, before sliding back into the ring himself. As Grimlock pulls himself back to his feet, Predaking bounces off the ropes, and hits a spectacular plancha dive through the ropes onto the challenger.
JHA: "Nice move..."
JFA: "Unlike you to complement Predaking... or are you still in a good mood from when LordSixshot sat on your knee?"
JHA: "You're just jealous.... d'ya reckon she'll be out here for the Game's match?"
JFA: "I sure hope not..."
After pulling himself up, Predaking levels Grimlock with a running clothesline, still on the outside, before rolling back into the ring. Grimlock hauls himself up, and follows under the bottom rope. The champion picks him up by the head, and delivers a snap suplex, before flipping over for a two-count. Picking his opponent up again, Predaking launches a flurry of hard right hands, before whipping him into the ropes, and executing an arm-drag takedown into a kneeling arm-bar.
JHA: "I thought closed fists were illegal..."
JFA: "He's not using a closed fist... that's an armbar."
JHA: "But he WAS using closed fists... you've got a memory like a goldfish..."
JFA: "I've got a what?"
JHA: "That proves it!"
Grimlock took the opportunity to regain his breath, before working his way to his feet. Predaking kept the hold though, and gradually let it slip into a wrist lock, before turning an arm-wringer, and yanking the arm, sending the challenger back down to his knees. Determinedly, the Australian forced himself back up to a standing position, before turning to land a boot into Predaking's midsection, and hitting an arm-bar DDT.
JHA: "The Lock has started his comeback!"
After hauling Predaking up, and nailing a German suplex for a two-count, Grimlock tried to Irish Whip his opponent into the turnbuckles, but was met with a reversal that sandwiched the referee between the challenger and the buckles. As Grimlock staggered back, he turned and walked straight into a spear!
JFA: "Spear!! It's the beginning of the end!!"
JHA: "How did you figure that one out, Sherlock? The referee is down..."
Undeterred by the lack of an official, Predaking hopped up onto the second rope to drive an elbow drop into Grimlock's chest. But as he went to revive the referee, Grimlock summoned up the energy to crawl to his knees, and nailed the Champion with a crushing low blow.
JFA: "That is disgraceful..."
JHA: "Sorry? What happened? I was checking the TV listings for tonight... did I miss something?"
With Predaking writhing in agony on the mat, and the referee down, Grimlock took the opportunity to slide out of the ring, and threw the timekeeper from his chair! Grabbing the collapsible steel chair, he slid back into the ring, and drove the chair downwards into Predaking's injured ankle.
JFA: "His actions get more and more reprehensible with every passing minute..."
JHA: "The Lock? How dare you suggest such a thing of the People's Intercontinental Champion. He's a hero to millions!"
JFA: "You do realise that what he's doing is illegal in this contest?"
JHA: "Only if the referee sees it."
An evil glint in his eyes, Grimlock hauls Predaking up, before scooping him up and dumping him into the corner, tying him up in a tree of woe. Returning to the middle of the ring, Grimlock picks up the chair again, and eyes up his choice of targets.
JFA: "For god's sake! NO! Don't do that!!"
JHA: "Or at least make sure the referee is still down first!!"
As Grimlock winds up, the still groggy referee rushes him, and grabs the chair from out of his hands. Livid, Grimlock spins around to confront the official, snatching the chair back from him. As the two argued with each other, a second referee ran down and untangled Predaking from the turnbuckles. The champion staggered to his feet, and lunged at Grimlock. Instinctively, the challenger moved when he saw his opponent in the corner of his eye.
Still clutching the chair, Grimlock took a wild swing with the chair, but Predaking ducked, and landed a boot to the midsection, causing Grimlock to drop the chair, before locking in the chokehold.
JFA: "PPC!!! PPC!!!"
JHA: "Chokehold!! Chokehold!! Illegal!! Referee!!"
Predaking goes to lift Grimlock, but turns his ankle as he does so! Grimlock lands on his feet, and immediately kicks away at the damaged joint, before planting the champion with a DDT. As the referee slides the steel chair from out of the ring, Grimlock quickly scrambles up, and grabs his opponent's ankle.
JFA: "The Anklelock!! He's got it locked in in the middle of the ring... there's nowhere for Predaking to go...."
JHA: "The Lock regains the Intercontinental Championship!! Whooooooooooooo!!!!"
JFA: "Look at the agony on Predaking's face.... it's incredible that he can take this..."
JHA: "May I be the first to congratulate The Lock on regaining his People's Intercontinental Championship belt from the phoney champion."
JFA: "He's still not giving up... the pain must be excruciating... there it is!!! He's tapping!!! He can't take anymore.... Predaking is tapping out!! Grimlock has regained the Intercontinental Championship"
JHA: " Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!"
"Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match... and new Intercontinental Champion... Grimlock."
JFA: "That is disgraceful... the bell's rung... the match is over, let go of him dammit!!"
JHA: "The Lock is gonna teach that miserable SOB a lesson he'll never forget."
JFA: "He's gonna break his goddamn ankle... come on, break the damn hold!!! The referee's trying to pull Grimlock off him.... and he does.... thank the heavens for that..."
Grimlock stands up, grinning insanely, before grabbing the referee!!
JHA: "Dinobot Slam!!! On the referee!!! HaHA!! This is great entertainment!"
JFA: "Oh my god... and you CONDONE that??"
JHA: "And now, the Intercontinental Champion resumes the People's Anklelock on the miserable Predaking... go on!! Snap that joint!!!"
JFA: "And the ring is now filling up with officials... all trying to pull Grimlock off Predaking... and they finally succeed.... now hopefully we can get some paramedics down here.... Oh god no... not again!!! Grimlock has snapped!! He's taking on a dozen officials there.... oh no, a Dinobot Slam... somebody please stop this carnage...."
JHA: "Why don't you go in there and stop it?"
JFA: "I'm not going in there.... now at last some sanity... Predaking has been loaded onto a stretcher, and they're taking him out of here..."
JHA: "And The Lock is alone in the ring... now, just get the belt to him, and we've got the perfect ending!"
JFA: "Well, the belt is in the hands of the original referee, and he's over with the ring announcer...."
"Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has reversed his decision..."
JHA: "WHAT??!!"
"... and has disqualified Grimlock for failing to release the hold. Therefore, the winner of this match, and STILL AWF Intercontinental Champion - *Predaking*!"
As the crowd go wild, Grimlock bounds through the ropes, and heads for the referee, who immediately takes flight up the ramp, the Australian in hot pursuit.
JFA: "I'd say that The Lock looks pretty Grim after that decision..."
JHA: "SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP!! SHUT UP!!"
JFA: "I would NOT like to be that referee when Grimlock catches up to him..."
JHA: "That is disgraceful... the gestapo tactics used by this administration to keep the gold from The Lock absolutely disgust me... I'm considering resigning my position..."
JFA: "Do you need any help clearing your desk?"
Lumberjack Casket Match: Brawn vs. Jetfire
As Brawn ambles to the ring, his dark theme playing in the background, the casket and the lumberjacks are both already in place. Brawn checks out the casket, even tries closing it a couple of times, then hops in the ring and starts surveying the lumberjacks, pointing at a couple of them and talking trash. Seeing Dai among them, however, he nods to him.
JFA: You gotta wonder what Brawn was thinking, agreeing to this match like this.
JHA: It seems clear to me! He wants revenge on ex-cWo member Jetfire! That traitor's gotta be exterminated!
The crowd comes to its feet as The Touch echoes through the rafters, and Jetfire comes out, pumped up and smiling the whole way, glad to have the crowd back on his side.
JFA: And a thunderous ovation for Jetfire! What a great show of support for him after he left the cWo!
JHA: Don't these people know anything? Jetfire's a traitor! Boo him!
JFA: Shut up already.
Jetfire slides in, checks out the lumberjacks, and the bell rings. Brawn immediately locks up with Jetfire, who reverses the hold and hits Brawn with a samoan drop right off! Jetfire then rolls Brawn out of the ring, where the lumberjacks begin to wail on him! Dai runs around from the other side to help, but Jetfire jumps over and levels him with a drop-kick! He then ducks a few blows and jumps back in the ring just as Brawn is rolled back in.
JFA: Some smart maneuvering by Jetfire there.
JHA: He cheated! Dai Atlas isn't in this match!
JFA: Yes he is, he's a lumberjack.
JHA: So? You aren't supposed to assault a lumberjack, they assault you!
Jetfire picks Brawn up by the hair, but Brawn nails him with a low blow! The ref never sees it, so Brawn is able to get a chance to recover. Once he gets to his feet, he nails Jetfire with a clothesline, then bounces off the ropes and hits him with another one! But he goes to the well once too often, as when he goes to clothesline Jetfire again, Jetfire ducks it and catches Brawn by the head, and hits a neckbreaker! Jetfire then scurries to his feet, pulls Brawn up, then bounces him off the ropes into a suplex that takes him clear over the opposite ropes and into the casket! Jetfire heads for it and closes the lid, but as he goes for the locks, Dai Atlas nails him from behind! Jetfire grabs Brawn's tag partner and drags him into the ring, hitting him with a samoan drop, then he goes up top and throws Dai to the mat using the flying jacknife! He goes back to the casket, but this time he's hit in the face as Brawn flings the lid open! Brawn then climbs out, grabs Jetfire, and rams him into the steel steps! Jetfire moans in agony as Brawn grabs him and pulls him into the ring! Stepping around Dai's inert form, Brawn sets up to do to Jetfire what Jetfire had just done to his partner.
JFA: This doesn't look good for Jetfire.
JHA: But it looks great for Brawn! Revenge will be his!
But Jetfire recovers! He does a backflip off of Brawn's shoulders, then grabs a stunned Brawn by the head and suplexes him off the top rope! Jetfire wastes no time, grabbing Brawn and suplexing him over the ropes and into the casket again! Jetfire darts down, slams the lid shut, then locks it, winning the match! Not moments later, however, Dai slides out of the ring and hits Jetfire with the clothesline from hell! He continues to wail on him as the bell rings furiously and the lumberjacks head to the back. Once content, Dai unlocks the casket, freeing Brawn, and helps his injured partner back to the back, leaving Jetfire in a heap at the side of the ring!
Quick Switch vs. Nmathew
JFA: “Well this is an interesting match up…actually a rematch from a few weeks back between two of the young stars in our Fed.”
JHA: “Yeah…a couple goody, goodies about to bash each others faces in. HA HA! I love it!”
JFA: “You are a sick, twisted individual, aren’t you?”
JHA: “Why?”
“Back in Black” is queued and Nmathew begins to make his way to the ring area. He climbs the ring and stares out quickly at the thousands upon thousands of screaming fans and gives them a quick wave as “Sandstorm” begins to play and Quick Switch descends the ramp to the ring. The two shake hands, the bell rings, and they lock up!
JFA: “This should be a tremendous match!”
JHA: “Yeah, maybe they’ll both lose!”
JFA: (says nothing just glares at JHA)
JHA: “WHAT?!?”
In the ring nmathew locks in a collar and elbow tie up and cinches it in, but Quick Switch flips nmathew over to reverse and does a backflip onto nmathew’s chest. Racing to the ropes, Quick Switch hits a drop kick to the face as Nmathew tried to sit up. Following in, Quick Switch locks a buffalo sleeper hold and begins to shake nmathew back and forth, arms flaying about. Nmathew begins to kick his feet pushing back towards the ropes. With the hold locked in, he kicks and kicks, dragging the weight of Quick Switch, until he finally reaches the ropes and the hold is broken. Trying to shake some feeling into his arms and shoulders, nmathew is quickly hit with a series of chest chops.
JFA: “My Gawd…those chops are searing into Nmathew’s chest!”
JHA: “I’d like to see you take a few of those chops!”
JFA: “What?”
JHA: “Might shut you up…”
Whipping, nmathew into the ropes, Quickswitch goes to hit a super kick, but nmathew ducks under and locks his arms around his opponents waste. Lifting his opponent into the air he hits a German suplex and rolls through into another, then a third, then a fourth, then a fifth, and finally on the sixth he releases.
JFA: “The impact of those suplexes…that could be all here!”
Nmathew goes for a cover: 1, 2, and a kickout! Grabbing quickswitch by the sides of his head. He locks in an arm bar then ducks to the back and suplexes him onto his locked arm. Quickswitch clutches his shoulder and begins to wince in pain. Working the shoulder, Nmathew locks in another armbar and begins to wrench away, causing further separation on the shoulder area. Pulling Quick Switch up by the arm, he locks in an overhead armbar, lifts him, then drops him back to the mat. Moving to the corner, Nmathew climbs the ropes for a moonsault and leaps, but Quick Switch was ready and raises his knees.
JHA: “This is great! I don’t know who I want to see get pummeled more! HA HA!”
JFA: “Did you have ANY friends as a child?”
JHA: “What do you mean? I was class president!”
JFA: “Yeah…of the reform school, I’m certain! And this one could be over, Quick switch with the cover, 1, 2,…no…so close!”
Quick Switch lands a couple stiff kicks to the prone Nmathew, then goes for grand finale, but as he turns to engage Nmathew, Nmathew hits a fireman’s carry and moves to the back to lock in the double chicken wing.
JFA: “It’s the Double Chicken Wing! Quick Switch is on the mat…he’s fighting it, trying to push to the ropes…but they are so far!”
JHA: “He’s gonna quit! He has to quit! There’s no way out!!!”
JFA: “The ref is asking…he’s asking, Quick Switch is saying no…he’s fading out though…fading…the ref is checking…Quick Switch isn’t answering the ref calls for the Bell! Nmathew! Nmathew! Nmathew has won this hard fought contest!”
JHA: “Oh brother…now he’s checking if his opponent’s allright” (Stands up)
JFA: “What the hell are you doing now?”
JHA: “I’m going to the men’s room…all this nice stuff is making me ill!” (rushes off)
In the ring the ref raises Nmathew’s hand and as the camera fades to a promo the two opponents again shake hands and make their way to the back.
Intercontinental Championship
Champion *Predaking* vs. grimlock
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. And it is for the Archive Wrestling Federation Intercontinental Championship!"
The crowd get to their feet, in anticipation of the Champ, but it is Grimlock's music that hits first.
"Introducing first, the challenger, from Melbourne, Australia.... Grimlock!!"
JHA: "Here he comes... the People's Champion - The 'Lock!"
JFA: "Will you PLEASE stop?"
JHA: "It's true, you know... The Lock IS the real champion... Predaking merely has the belt."
Grimlock ambles down the aisle, and slides into the ring, smugly ignoring the chorus of boos that greeted his entrance.
JFA: "This match has been a long time coming... Grimlock has been attacking Predaking at every opportunity ever since he lost his precious title on Mayhem earlier this month..."
JHA: "The Lock WON that match fair and square... it was the gestapo techniques of Mr Vaccaro that gave Predaking the belt... Grimlock's actions have been perfectly understandable!"
"And his opponent..."
U2's "Pride (In the name of love)" hits, and the champion appears at the top of the ramp.
"From Los Angeles, California... the AWF Intercontinental Champion... *Predaking*!!!"
JFA: "And you'll see it there, folks - Predaking's ankle, still heavily bandaged from the anklelock he took at the hands of the former champion two weeks ago on Mayhem..."
JHA: "Or rather, you won't see it, because those boots cover the ankle up..."
JFA: "But you can still see the slight limp..."
JHA: "Yeah, but that's not what you said..."
Predaking jogs down the aisle, slapping hands with the fans at ringside, but with one eye firmly on his opponent in the ring. He climbs the steps, and bounces through the ropes. The referee finishes checking over Grimlock, before taking the belt from the Champion, and holding it aloft for the crowd to see.
JHA: "How come the referee checked The Lock over, but not Predaking?"
JFA: "Predaking has no past record of cheating..."
JHA: "Did you SEE the match when he picked up the belt??"
JFA: "Did YOU?"
The bell rings, and Grimlock immediately lunges forward, nailing the champion unwares with a stiff right hand, before continuing the assault with a succession of double axehandles to the back, forcing his opponent down to the knees.
With Predaking doubled over, Grimlock lands a powerful kick to the chest, sending him over onto his back, clutching his sternum.
JFA: "He is vicious..."
JHA: "He has good reason to be... not only is Predaking walking around with The Lock's title belt, but he's from California... ugh...."
Using the top rope for leverage, Grimlock lands a series of stomps onto the fallen Champion's chest, before dropping to his knees, and choking him out. The referee starts counting, and the hold is broken . As Grimlock backs up to appease the referee, Predaking slides out to the floor to get his breath back.
Grimlock approaches the ropes, to pull his opponent back in, but Predaking grabs the ankles, and pulls him out under the bottom rope to the floor, where he levels him with a firm right hand, before sliding back into the ring himself. As Grimlock pulls himself back to his feet, Predaking bounces off the ropes, and hits a spectacular plancha dive through the ropes onto the challenger.
JHA: "Nice move..."
JFA: "Unlike you to complement Predaking... or are you still in a good mood from when LordSixshot sat on your knee?"
JHA: "You're just jealous.... d'ya reckon she'll be out here for the Game's match?"
JFA: "I sure hope not..."
After pulling himself up, Predaking levels Grimlock with a running clothesline, still on the outside, before rolling back into the ring. Grimlock hauls himself up, and follows under the bottom rope. The champion picks him up by the head, and delivers a snap suplex, before flipping over for a two-count. Picking his opponent up again, Predaking launches a flurry of hard right hands, before whipping him into the ropes, and executing an arm-drag takedown into a kneeling arm-bar.
JHA: "I thought closed fists were illegal..."
JFA: "He's not using a closed fist... that's an armbar."
JHA: "But he WAS using closed fists... you've got a memory like a goldfish..."
JFA: "I've got a what?"
JHA: "That proves it!"
Grimlock took the opportunity to regain his breath, before working his way to his feet. Predaking kept the hold though, and gradually let it slip into a wrist lock, before turning an arm-wringer, and yanking the arm, sending the challenger back down to his knees. Determinedly, the Australian forced himself back up to a standing position, before turning to land a boot into Predaking's midsection, and hitting an arm-bar DDT.
JHA: "The Lock has started his comeback!"
After hauling Predaking up, and nailing a German suplex for a two-count, Grimlock tried to Irish Whip his opponent into the turnbuckles, but was met with a reversal that sandwiched the referee between the challenger and the buckles. As Grimlock staggered back, he turned and walked straight into a spear!
JFA: "Spear!! It's the beginning of the end!!"
JHA: "How did you figure that one out, Sherlock? The referee is down..."
Undeterred by the lack of an official, Predaking hopped up onto the second rope to drive an elbow drop into Grimlock's chest. But as he went to revive the referee, Grimlock summoned up the energy to crawl to his knees, and nailed the Champion with a crushing low blow.
JFA: "That is disgraceful..."
JHA: "Sorry? What happened? I was checking the TV listings for tonight... did I miss something?"
With Predaking writhing in agony on the mat, and the referee down, Grimlock took the opportunity to slide out of the ring, and threw the timekeeper from his chair! Grabbing the collapsible steel chair, he slid back into the ring, and drove the chair downwards into Predaking's injured ankle.
JFA: "His actions get more and more reprehensible with every passing minute..."
JHA: "The Lock? How dare you suggest such a thing of the People's Intercontinental Champion. He's a hero to millions!"
JFA: "You do realise that what he's doing is illegal in this contest?"
JHA: "Only if the referee sees it."
An evil glint in his eyes, Grimlock hauls Predaking up, before scooping him up and dumping him into the corner, tying him up in a tree of woe. Returning to the middle of the ring, Grimlock picks up the chair again, and eyes up his choice of targets.
JFA: "For god's sake! NO! Don't do that!!"
JHA: "Or at least make sure the referee is still down first!!"
As Grimlock winds up, the still groggy referee rushes him, and grabs the chair from out of his hands. Livid, Grimlock spins around to confront the official, snatching the chair back from him. As the two argued with each other, a second referee ran down and untangled Predaking from the turnbuckles. The champion staggered to his feet, and lunged at Grimlock. Instinctively, the challenger moved when he saw his opponent in the corner of his eye.
Still clutching the chair, Grimlock took a wild swing with the chair, but Predaking ducked, and landed a boot to the midsection, causing Grimlock to drop the chair, before locking in the chokehold.
JFA: "PPC!!! PPC!!!"
JHA: "Chokehold!! Chokehold!! Illegal!! Referee!!"
Predaking goes to lift Grimlock, but turns his ankle as he does so! Grimlock lands on his feet, and immediately kicks away at the damaged joint, before planting the champion with a DDT. As the referee slides the steel chair from out of the ring, Grimlock quickly scrambles up, and grabs his opponent's ankle.
JFA: "The Anklelock!! He's got it locked in in the middle of the ring... there's nowhere for Predaking to go...."
JHA: "The Lock regains the Intercontinental Championship!! Whooooooooooooo!!!!"
JFA: "Look at the agony on Predaking's face.... it's incredible that he can take this..."
JHA: "May I be the first to congratulate The Lock on regaining his People's Intercontinental Championship belt from the phoney champion."
JFA: "He's still not giving up... the pain must be excruciating... there it is!!! He's tapping!!! He can't take anymore.... Predaking is tapping out!! Grimlock has regained the Intercontinental Championship"
JHA: " Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!"
"Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match... and new Intercontinental Champion... Grimlock."
JFA: "That is disgraceful... the bell's rung... the match is over, let go of him dammit!!"
JHA: "The Lock is gonna teach that miserable SOB a lesson he'll never forget."
JFA: "He's gonna break his goddamn ankle... come on, break the damn hold!!! The referee's trying to pull Grimlock off him.... and he does.... thank the heavens for that..."
Grimlock stands up, grinning insanely, before grabbing the referee!!
JHA: "Dinobot Slam!!! On the referee!!! HaHA!! This is great entertainment!"
JFA: "Oh my god... and you CONDONE that??"
JHA: "And now, the Intercontinental Champion resumes the People's Anklelock on the miserable Predaking... go on!! Snap that joint!!!"
JFA: "And the ring is now filling up with officials... all trying to pull Grimlock off Predaking... and they finally succeed.... now hopefully we can get some paramedics down here.... Oh god no... not again!!! Grimlock has snapped!! He's taking on a dozen officials there.... oh no, a Dinobot Slam... somebody please stop this carnage...."
JHA: "Why don't you go in there and stop it?"
JFA: "I'm not going in there.... now at last some sanity... Predaking has been loaded onto a stretcher, and they're taking him out of here..."
JHA: "And The Lock is alone in the ring... now, just get the belt to him, and we've got the perfect ending!"
JFA: "Well, the belt is in the hands of the original referee, and he's over with the ring announcer...."
"Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has reversed his decision..."
JHA: "WHAT??!!"
"... and has disqualified Grimlock for failing to release the hold. Therefore, the winner of this match, and STILL AWF Intercontinental Champion - *Predaking*!"
As the crowd go wild, Grimlock bounds through the ropes, and heads for the referee, who immediately takes flight up the ramp, the Australian in hot pursuit.
JFA: "I'd say that The Lock looks pretty Grim after that decision..."
JHA: "SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP!! SHUT UP!!"
JFA: "I would NOT like to be that referee when Grimlock catches up to him..."
JHA: "That is disgraceful... the gestapo tactics used by this administration to keep the gold from The Lock absolutely disgust me... I'm considering resigning my position..."
JFA: "Do you need any help clearing your desk?"
Lumberjack Casket Match: Brawn vs. Jetfire
As Brawn ambles to the ring, his dark theme playing in the background, the casket and the lumberjacks are both already in place. Brawn checks out the casket, even tries closing it a couple of times, then hops in the ring and starts surveying the lumberjacks, pointing at a couple of them and talking trash. Seeing Dai among them, however, he nods to him.
JFA: You gotta wonder what Brawn was thinking, agreeing to this match like this.
JHA: It seems clear to me! He wants revenge on ex-cWo member Jetfire! That traitor's gotta be exterminated!
The crowd comes to its feet as The Touch echoes through the rafters, and Jetfire comes out, pumped up and smiling the whole way, glad to have the crowd back on his side.
JFA: And a thunderous ovation for Jetfire! What a great show of support for him after he left the cWo!
JHA: Don't these people know anything? Jetfire's a traitor! Boo him!
JFA: Shut up already.
Jetfire slides in, checks out the lumberjacks, and the bell rings. Brawn immediately locks up with Jetfire, who reverses the hold and hits Brawn with a samoan drop right off! Jetfire then rolls Brawn out of the ring, where the lumberjacks begin to wail on him! Dai runs around from the other side to help, but Jetfire jumps over and levels him with a drop-kick! He then ducks a few blows and jumps back in the ring just as Brawn is rolled back in.
JFA: Some smart maneuvering by Jetfire there.
JHA: He cheated! Dai Atlas isn't in this match!
JFA: Yes he is, he's a lumberjack.
JHA: So? You aren't supposed to assault a lumberjack, they assault you!
Jetfire picks Brawn up by the hair, but Brawn nails him with a low blow! The ref never sees it, so Brawn is able to get a chance to recover. Once he gets to his feet, he nails Jetfire with a clothesline, then bounces off the ropes and hits him with another one! But he goes to the well once too often, as when he goes to clothesline Jetfire again, Jetfire ducks it and catches Brawn by the head, and hits a neckbreaker! Jetfire then scurries to his feet, pulls Brawn up, then bounces him off the ropes into a suplex that takes him clear over the opposite ropes and into the casket! Jetfire heads for it and closes the lid, but as he goes for the locks, Dai Atlas nails him from behind! Jetfire grabs Brawn's tag partner and drags him into the ring, hitting him with a samoan drop, then he goes up top and throws Dai to the mat using the flying jacknife! He goes back to the casket, but this time he's hit in the face as Brawn flings the lid open! Brawn then climbs out, grabs Jetfire, and rams him into the steel steps! Jetfire moans in agony as Brawn grabs him and pulls him into the ring! Stepping around Dai's inert form, Brawn sets up to do to Jetfire what Jetfire had just done to his partner.
JFA: This doesn't look good for Jetfire.
JHA: But it looks great for Brawn! Revenge will be his!
But Jetfire recovers! He does a backflip off of Brawn's shoulders, then grabs a stunned Brawn by the head and suplexes him off the top rope! Jetfire wastes no time, grabbing Brawn and suplexing him over the ropes and into the casket again! Jetfire darts down, slams the lid shut, then locks it, winning the match! Not moments later, however, Dai slides out of the ring and hits Jetfire with the clothesline from hell! He continues to wail on him as the bell rings furiously and the lumberjacks head to the back. Once content, Dai unlocks the casket, freeing Brawn, and helps his injured partner back to the back, leaving Jetfire in a heap at the side of the ring!
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AWF World Championship
Champion Stone Cold Skywarp vs. Galvatron91
JFA: "So, here we are. It all comes down to this."
JHA: "It's the big one. Well, one of the big ones..."
JFA: "You've definitely spent too long in the company of DGeneration Next..."
JHA: "They're good friends of mine..."
JFA: "Let's go back and take a look at how all this came about..."
The video wall kicks into life, as we fade to a montage voiced by NFHG...
"December 2001. The first ever AWF Royal Rumble... 100 participants... the prize, the AWF Championship. The Triumverate of Skywarp, Addl and Galvatron91 dominated the play... the Game entering at number 1, and setting the tone for the whole show. As the match progressed, it looked that StoneCold Skywarp would walk out the winner... it was almost inevitable... but fate leant a helping hand.
After escaping between the ropes to aid his fallen comrade G91, Skywarp was adjudged to have been eliminated from the Rumble, a decision that resulted in the Cumbrian levelling every remaining combatant out of frustration. The eventual Rumble winner was Shrapnel, but many felt that Skywarp should have been holding the belt... and the seeds were sown...
The announcement then came through that Skywarp would indeed get a shot at the title, at the AWF's next event - Sky High Redemption, and would be awarded the chance to regain what he lost going to his friend's aid. Another match announded for Redemption pitted the other Triumverate members - Addl and the Game - against Redstreak and RCOSD, in a match to fill the vacant Tag Team Titles... but first, the Triumverate pairing would have to go through the unlikely team of Blaster_86 and Blitzwing 2. The match was running smoothly, and with Skywarp in their corner, it looked as though the result was a done deal, until StoneCold inadvertantly nailed Galvatron91 with a steel chair that was meant for Blaster_86... disaster had struck - Skywarp had cost his friends their shot at the gold.
Come Redemption, Shrapnel came well prepared, with Bombshell and Kickback in his corner, but Skywarp evened the odds by bringing along his Triumverate team-mates. Just when it looked as though the title would change hands, the Game launched himself into the ring, armed with a cookie tray, seemingly to encourage his partner. Skywarp landed the Stunner on Shrapnel, but as he regained his footing, was met by a stiff boot from Galvatron91, who proceeded to plant him on the tray with the Pedigree! The crowd was stunned, as the Game got his own back for his own defeat, and at the same time signalled the end of the Triumverate.
The next week, events took a turn for the interesting, as the new number 1 contender, Brendocon - complete with new manager LordSixshot- put his ArchiveMania title shot on the line in an attempt to gain retribution for his buddy StoneCold. But as events unfolded, it became clear that the web of intrigue ran much deeper than the surface... After battling furiously for several minutes the two became aware that Skywarp had made his way to ringside, and they pulled off one of the most shocking conclusions the AWF has ever seen - Brendocon lay down for the Game, and gifted his title shot to his supposed nemesis!
Confused, Skywarp launched himself into the ring, only to receive a beating from both the Game AND Brendocon... in a heinous set-up, Skywarp had been betrayed by two friends within the space of a week... and on that night, the alliance was born between Galvatron91, Brendocon and his new manager LordSixshot, along with her existing charge Sixswitch. The AWF was stunned by the actions of this group of degenerates... and in a bid to acknowledge the words hurled their way, they rechristened themselves - DGeneration Next.
But the story didn't end there... not by a long way. Because that very night, AWF Chairman Mr Vaccaro deemed that Skywarp would get a rematch with Shrapnel that very evening. The match was an absolute squash for the angered StoneCold, and a new AWF Champion was born, and the stage was set for ArchiveMania. "StoneCold" Skywarp would defend the title against "The Game" Galvatron91.
In the months that followed, things got even more bizarre... a freak accident caused Mr Vaccaro to go on hiatus... and the decision was made to appoint a member of the actual roster as an interim commissioner. The man that won that honour? Brend O'Con. Now calling himself "the HeartBrend Kid" and showing a predisposition to giving people only two options, his first action was to rebrand the AWF's upcoming Pay Per View "Next Raided" to leave people in no doubt as to his agenda. The main event of that card was booked, and pitted the commissioner himself, along with his partner the Game, against Skywarp and his partner Computron. With the DGeneration Next ranks swelling, with the addition of Dead Pool, and negotiations ongoing with Mirage, it looked bleak for the Champion... the anger exploded in vicious style, as both sides tried to tear one another apart... but the match finally ended in controversy, as The Game pinned Computron after hitting him with the AWF Title belt... a symbolic action? We'll soon see.... Sit back folks, this one is not going to be pretty..."
We fade out from the montage, and back to the arena, where a deathly hush has fallen over the eagerly anticipating crowd. The lights go down, and two spotlights go on - one on the ring announcer, and the other at the top of the aisle, illuminating the entrance to the arena.
The ring announcer clears his throat. "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall.... and it is for the Archive Wrestling Federation Championship!"
The crowd cheers in approval.
"Introducing first..... the challenger...."
"Are you ready?
You think you can tell us what to do?
You think you can tell us what to wear?
You think you're better?
Well you better get ready..."
"IT'S TIME TO PLAY THE GAME!!!"
"Representing DGeneration Next, and accompanied to the ring by LordSixshot. From St Paul, Minnesota.... The GAME! Galvatron91"
"It's all about the game, and how you play it
It's all about control, and if you can take it"
The challenger steps forward through the entrance, his manager a few paces behind him, and off to the side. He pauses, feet apart, staring at the ground, his teeth gritted in determination, before flicking his head up, and marching down the aisle.
JHA: "Look at that face... that's a Game face... he IS the Game!"
JFA: "He's all ego, that's for sure..."
JHA: "Hey, you'd be cocky if you were that damn good."
G91 strides down to ringside, before leaping up onto the apron, and pouring water from his bottle all over his face, and stepping through the ropes. LordSixshot walks up the steps, and steps between the middle and bottom ropes, to get in some last minute strategy for the Game.
"And his opponent..."
The glass breaks, and the crowd go absolutely insane.
"From Carlisle, England, he is the Archive Wrestling Federation Champion... "Stone Cold" Skywarp!!"
The Champion emerges at the top of the ramp, title belt trailing on the floor behind him. He stares down the ramp as "Machine" blares over the sound system, and then runs down the aisle.
JFA: "And it looks like we're off to a flying start here"
Skywarp hits the ring and dives straight under the bottom rope, lunging for his opponent before LordSixshot is even out of the ring. Pumelling Galvatron91 with punches, Skywarp unleashes three months of pent-up fury on the Game, before the lights have even come-up.
The referee signals for the bell as the entrance music cuts out, and the two brawling men fall through the ropes to the floor below. Skywarp eventually heaves himself up, and pulls off his trademark leather jacket, before throwing it at the onlooking LordSixshot.
Grabbing the Game by the hair, he pulls him up, before slamming his face into the ring apron. The referee climbs down to the outside in an attempt to break them apart. StoneCold turns around and gives the official the finger, before going back to work on 91 with a flurry of punches to the face.
JFA: "The way these two are going at it, you'd never guess they were former partners... two thirds of the legendary Triumverate..."
JHA: "Or 'The Three Man Ego Trip' as they were more commonly known..."
Galvatron91 pushes his foe away, and starts to try to walk around the ringside, but Skywarp follows, and nails him in the back with a forearm blow that sends the Game reeling straight into the steel ring steps.
JFA: "And after that impact, Galvatron91 could well be busted open."
The referee manages to seperate the two, and instructs Skywarp to get it back in the ring.
JFA: "The referee showing a lot of leeway regarding the rules in this match..."
JHA: "Well, he knows that Skywarp's gonna try and get himself disqualified as soon as possible..."
Stone Cold picks up his foe, now bleeding from a gash in his forehead, and hurls him back into the ring, before climbing the steps to follow. G91 crawls across the ring, using the ropes on the opposite side to try to regain his footing. As Skywarp comes toward him, he responds with a kick to the midsection, and a firm right hand that knocks the taste out of the Cumbrian's mouth.
As Skywarp turns away to clasp his face, the Game takes advantage of the situation, and viciously takes out his opponent's knee with a diving shoulderblock. Determined to dictate the pace of the match, Galvatron91 then grabs the leg and drags his opponent into the middle of the ring, before dropping an elbow on the inside of the knee and cinching in a leg grapevine.
JHA: "And this is where we'll see who the better wrestler is... in the ring, down on the mat."
JFA: "Skywarp never claimed to be a wrestler... he's a brawler, he makes no secret of it."
JHA: "So what is he doing in the Archive Wrestling Federation?"
JFA: "Cleaning house, usually."
As the Game applied more pressure to the knee, Skywarp reached across, and punched his nemesis square in the face, causing G91 to break the hold. As both men clambered to their feet, Galvatron91 took a run-up, and nailed the Champion with a swinging neckbreaker, before covering for a two count.
Picking Skywarp up, the Game planted him with a firm bodyslam, before sliding to the outside, and grabbing the injured leg.
JHA: "This is where the Game begins..."
JFA: "This is where the referee should intervene... there really is no call for th- Owh, he just wrapped the Champion's knee right around that steel ring-post... and again... the referee really shouldn't allow this..."
JHA: "What's your problem? He's counting him isn't he?"
As the referee reaches six, Galvatron91 climbs back into the ring, wiping the blood from across his brow, and starts stomping away at Skywarp's body. Eventually, he grabs the leg, and places it on the bottom rope, before grabbing hold of the top strand, and bronco-busting the injured knee.
JFA: "And Skywarp is screaming in pain there..."
JHA: "I know... isn't it great?"
Satisfied at the damage done, the Game grabs the injured leg, and drags Skywarp into the middle of the ring.
JFA: "Now what? Step-over toe hold... into a figure four!"
JHA: "YES!! He's gonna make him submit!!"
As Skywarp flails about in the figure four, Galvatron91 reaches back, and grabs hold of the second rope to gain some extra leverage. StoneCold's shoulders touch the mat, and the referee counts, 1... 2... shoulders come back up as the Champion points back over his opponent's shoulders, but G91 releases the ropes before the referee can look.
After bearing the pain for several more minutes, the chant of the crowd starts to get Skywarp into it again...
JFA: "Skywarp... trying to... trying to turn the figure four over to reverse the pressure..."
JHA: "Come on, Game... stop him... stop him...."
JFA: "No!! He's done it! The figure four reversed.... now it's up to the Game to get to the ropes."
JHA: "And he has done... now it's up to the referee to break the hold up..."
Both men struggle to get back to their feet, but the Champion manages it first, and levels the Game with a running clothesline. The crowd explodes as Stone Cold goes back on the offensive, piling in with a series of stomps, before pulling up his opponent and ramming his face into the top turnbuckle. Galvatron91 staggers back, and gets hit with a belly to back suplex.
JHA: "Nononono!!! Sixy.... do something..."
Still limping, Skywarp bounces himself off the ropes, and drives the point of the elbow straight into the Game's chest to gain a two count. Picking his opponent up, Skywarp backs him into the corner, and rails on him with a flurry of punches, before whipping him into the far corner. G91 slams straight into the turnbuckles, and staggers out into the ring, only to be hit with a Thesz Press, and another sucession of mounted punches.
JFA: "And the champion is pulling out just about everything in his arsenal... and we know what's coming..."
JHA: "Doesn't mean we have to like it..."
JFA: "And... and LordSixshot just grabbed the Game's ankle and pulled him out of the ring... typical DGeneration Next tactics...
Angry at the tactics employed to get a rest, Skywarp immediately darts out of the ring, and chases Sixshot around to the other side of the ring, before going back to Galvatron91, and ramming him headfirst into the guardrail. StoneCold then clambers back into the ring, allowing the referee to restart his count.
JFA: "And the Game climbing back into the ring... and Skywarp is right back on him with a series of stomps... backing off now... waiting for him to stand up..."
Galvatron91 heaves himself back up to his feet, blood dripping from his brow. Boot to the midsection from Skywarp - grabs the head, but G91 gets his hands up, and pushes him away, into the ropes.
JFA: "Skywarp, off the ropes... the Thesz Pre- SPINEBUSTER!!!"
JHA: "What a brilliant counter by the Game! THAT is the mark of a Champion... absolutely any move you throw at him, and he can counter it!"
JFA: "Counter it maybe, but both men are down... absolutely wrecked by the energy they've exerted... trying to catch their breath... and the referee has started his count."
As the referee reaches the count of five, Galvatron91 gets back to his feet, and immediately goes straight back to work on the knee, lifting it high, turning Skywarp over, and driving the knee straight down into the mat.
JHA: "He can't hit the Stunner if he can't stand up..."
G91 backs off to allow Skywarp to regain his footing, before rebounding off the ropes, looking for the running knee-lift, but StoneCold dodges, and uses his opponent's momentum to plant the challenger on the back of his head.
JFA: "Great counter. Mark of a champion..."
JHA: "Shaddap"
Skywarp starts again with the stomps, before lifting his opponent, and whipping him into the ropes for a huge back bodydrop. The Game bounces back onto his feet, clasping his back in agony, as the crowd start to cheer wildly. StoneCold hits a running clothesline, but Galvatron91 quickly scrambles back up to his feet again.
Skywarp rebounds off the ropes with a Thesz press, before bombarding his opponent with a series of mounted punches.
JFA: "The Champion is on fire!!"
After a dozen punches, Stone Cold gets to his feet, and grabs the Game by the hair, pulling him up. Desperately, Sixshot jumps onto the apron to distract the referee. Suddenly, the crowd start screaming, as the still-bloodied Blaster_86 runs down the aisle, clasping a steel chair.
JFA: "Now what?"
JHA: "How did he even make it to this arena...?"
Skywarp stops to look as B86 reaches ringside, and slides the chair into the ring. He hops onto the apron and starts pointing at the chair, and egging on Skywarp to finish the match.
JHA: "That little piece of.... he's still trying to get his own back on DGeneration Next for costing him the Tag straps!"
JFA: "Well, I don't know about damaging the Game's prospects... but StoneCold doesn't look at all happy at his presumption.... the Champ doesn't want help from anybody nowadays!"
Visibly pissed off, Skywarp drops Galvatron91 back down to the mat, and storms across to the ropes. With one fluid motion, he grabs the top strand, and slingshots the Transcons man into the ring.
JHA: "Oh dear...."
JFA: "And the referee is still distracted with Sixshot..."
JHA: "Can you blame him?"
Blaster_86 quickly staggers to his feet, and sees that Skywarp is staring at him with fire in his eyes. He tries to run, but the Champion quickly heads him off, before grabbing him and delivering the Skywarp Stunner! StoneCold quickly kicks the prone body out of the ring, and to the arena floor.
JFA: "And some would say he deserves it..."
JHA: "And some would draw your attention to that fact that his plan may have backfired... the Game is back on his feet!"
Smiling, Skywarp turns back to the action, but walks straight into a kneelift to the gut! Galvatron91 quickly grabs the head, and pulls him toward the steel chair lying in the middle of the ring... the double underhook....
JFA: "PEDIGREE!!!! On the chair!!! The referee's still dealing with Sixshot...."
JHA: "We've got a new champion!! Oh yes!!!"
JFA: "And G91 has pushed the chair out of the ring... cover by the Game.... the referee's there... One... Two.... Thr-"
JHA: "THREE!!!! New Champion!!! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
JFA: "NO!! Shoulder-up!!! Skywarp somehow got his shoulder up!!!"
JHA: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
JFA: "And the look on the face of Galvatron91 says it all.... he cannot believe it... the crowd can't believe it... LordSixshot can't believe it..."
JHA: "I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!"
JFA: "And I can imagine that Blaster_86 will be breathing a sigh of relief.... he came down to help Skywarp get the win... but almost gifted the gold to the Game!"
JHA: "Blaster_86 won't be breathing anything until the paramedics wake him up!"
JFA: "You have to admire the intestinal fortitude of Skywarp..."
JHA: "You admire what you want... I'm not going near anybody's intestines..."
Unable to believe it, Galvatron91 hauls his former partner back up to his feet, before sending him back to the mat with a side Russian legsweep. Makes the cover... 1... 2.. shoulder up again.
JFA: "And the Game must be wondering what he has to do to win this match."
G91 picks up Skywarp, and slings him into the ropes, but the exhausted Skywarp falls through the strands, rather than rebounding. Frustrated, Galvy follows him through the ropes to the floor, but when he tries to lift him up, StoneCold shifts his weight, and the Game is sent face first into the ringpost.
Dazed, the Game staggers around to pick up his opponent again, but Skywarp somehow musters up the energy to bury a punch into the midsection. The referee follows down the outside in an attempt to get the action back in the ring, but to no avail. Angered, Galvatron91 lands a double-axehandle blow onto Skywarp's back, before grabbing him by the head, and slinging him into the ring steps.
JFA: "They should keep this in the ring... they really shouldn't be out here..."
JHA: "As long as they keep it away from here, I'm happy..."
JFA: "I think you may have spoken too soon... we have company..."
Galvatron91 drags StoneCold across the arena floor, before slamming him facefirst into the announce table.
JHA: "May I suggest we take a few steps back?"
JFA: "For once, I agree with you..."
As the Game hurls the Champion onto the announce table, Blaster_86 staggers back around the ring... looking to get his own back, but LordSixshot quickly smashes him in the head with a steel chair, sending him back down to the concrete.
JFA: "He wouldn't... oh no, not that..."
JHA: "Yes!! The Game is gonna hit the Pedigree on the table!!"
JFA: "Here it goes... the underhook... can he get the second arm? No! Skywarp's fighting it... Skywarp is... oh my god!!! He back-bodydropped him off the table to the floor! And now Skywarp, pulling himself back down to the floor from our table... and I'm kinda glad that we still have a table to go back to!"
The dazed Skywarp picks up his opponent, and throws him back into the ring, before rolling back in. Still groggy, he starts stomping away, before G91 rolls away and back to his feet.
JHA: "How is Skywarp still standing?"
JFA: "Because he's got guts. The Game... back on his feet... boot by the Champion... STUNNER!!! STUNNER!!! Skywarp hit the Stunner on Galvatron91, who just bounced off the mat and flipped a full 180!!"
JHA: "That has to be it.... there's no way he can get up after that... not after the amount of blood he's lost today..."
Exhausted, Skywarp drags himself across the ring, and pulls G91 onto his back...
JFA: "Now, StoneCold... draping his arm across the chest... one.... two.... "
JHA: "Foot's on the rope!!! I don't believe it!!"
JFA: "Incredible... the force of the Stunner threw the Game across the ring, yet he still had the presence of mind to know that the rope was nearby..."
JHA: "He is THAT damn good...."
JFA: "I'm beginning to think you may be right... Skywarp now... back on his feet... staring in disbelief... picks up the Game.... and dumps him on the top turnbuckle."
JHA: "And there's Sixshot! Up on the apron... oh my god, Skywarp just nailed her.... I should go help her up..."
JFA: "You'll stay where you are... there's anough medics at ringside as it is... what with Blaster_86 unconscious, and I think they'll want a look at the Game as soon as possible... there's blood all over the ring..."
The AWF Champion surveys the crowd, before climbing up the ropes, and locking in for the suplex.
JFA: "Now, StoneCold... with the superplex... searching for anything that can put the Game away for good... lifts him up, and.... oh my good god... his knee gave out... Skywarp's knee just gave out on the superplex!!!"
JHA: "Yeah, and G91 just landed right on top of him!!! 1.... 2.... what the?"
JFA: "Galvatron91 landed in a perfect pinning position... I think Skywarp landed on the back of his head... he's unconscious... but the Game rolled off him? What does.... oh no..."
Running purely on adreneline, Galvatron91 staggers up to his feet, and lifts his fallen opponent up by the head...
JFA: "He just wants to make sure... here we go... "
JHA: "YES!! The Game.... the double underhook.... PEDIGREE!!!!"
JFA: "That double-underhook piledriver has to be one of the most devastating moves in its own right... but Skywarp was already unconscious.... 1.... 2.... 3.... it's over....."
JHA: "DGeneration Next grab the gold!!!"
Ecstatic, Galvatron91 rolls onto his back, as LordSixshot grabs the title belt from ringside, and rushes into the ring, congratulating the new champion, who heaves himself up to his feet.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match... and new Archive Wrestling Federation Champion... "The Game"... Galvatron91"
G91 accepts the belt from his manager, and climbs the turnbuckles, lifting the strap high, as the music blares throughout the arena.
"I am the game, you don't wanna play me
I am control, no way you can change me
I have heavy debts, no way you can pay me
I am the pain, and I know you can't take me"
JFA: "He is battered... he's bruised... he's bloodied... I don't agree with his attitude... he's a self-professed degenerate... but he IS the new champion... and after that display, I'll be the first to admit - he deserves it!"
JHA: "HE IS THE GODDAMN GAME!!!!!"
JFA: "But you have to wonder if the outcome would have been different, had Skywarp's knee not buckled like that...."
JHA: "No, you don't.... it was the Game plan from the outset... work on the knees.... you can't hit wrestle somebody if you can't stand up.... the Game isn't stupid, he knew exactly what he was doing. From the moment he first went for the knee, it was only a matter of time before it buckled.... there's no point wondering what would have happened if it had held up, because it wouldn't have held up for long.... it was inevitable.... it's all about the Gameplan... and how you execute it!"
JFA: "As much as it pains me to say, you make a valid point... and he's the Champion."
JHA: "He is THAT damn good!"
JFA: "And Skywarp is still out cold on the mat... the medics are attending to him... I can only speculate what shape he'll be in after this match... both these men have taken an incredible pounding... and I have nothing but respect for both of them right now..."
Champion Stone Cold Skywarp vs. Galvatron91
JFA: "So, here we are. It all comes down to this."
JHA: "It's the big one. Well, one of the big ones..."
JFA: "You've definitely spent too long in the company of DGeneration Next..."
JHA: "They're good friends of mine..."
JFA: "Let's go back and take a look at how all this came about..."
The video wall kicks into life, as we fade to a montage voiced by NFHG...
"December 2001. The first ever AWF Royal Rumble... 100 participants... the prize, the AWF Championship. The Triumverate of Skywarp, Addl and Galvatron91 dominated the play... the Game entering at number 1, and setting the tone for the whole show. As the match progressed, it looked that StoneCold Skywarp would walk out the winner... it was almost inevitable... but fate leant a helping hand.
After escaping between the ropes to aid his fallen comrade G91, Skywarp was adjudged to have been eliminated from the Rumble, a decision that resulted in the Cumbrian levelling every remaining combatant out of frustration. The eventual Rumble winner was Shrapnel, but many felt that Skywarp should have been holding the belt... and the seeds were sown...
The announcement then came through that Skywarp would indeed get a shot at the title, at the AWF's next event - Sky High Redemption, and would be awarded the chance to regain what he lost going to his friend's aid. Another match announded for Redemption pitted the other Triumverate members - Addl and the Game - against Redstreak and RCOSD, in a match to fill the vacant Tag Team Titles... but first, the Triumverate pairing would have to go through the unlikely team of Blaster_86 and Blitzwing 2. The match was running smoothly, and with Skywarp in their corner, it looked as though the result was a done deal, until StoneCold inadvertantly nailed Galvatron91 with a steel chair that was meant for Blaster_86... disaster had struck - Skywarp had cost his friends their shot at the gold.
Come Redemption, Shrapnel came well prepared, with Bombshell and Kickback in his corner, but Skywarp evened the odds by bringing along his Triumverate team-mates. Just when it looked as though the title would change hands, the Game launched himself into the ring, armed with a cookie tray, seemingly to encourage his partner. Skywarp landed the Stunner on Shrapnel, but as he regained his footing, was met by a stiff boot from Galvatron91, who proceeded to plant him on the tray with the Pedigree! The crowd was stunned, as the Game got his own back for his own defeat, and at the same time signalled the end of the Triumverate.
The next week, events took a turn for the interesting, as the new number 1 contender, Brendocon - complete with new manager LordSixshot- put his ArchiveMania title shot on the line in an attempt to gain retribution for his buddy StoneCold. But as events unfolded, it became clear that the web of intrigue ran much deeper than the surface... After battling furiously for several minutes the two became aware that Skywarp had made his way to ringside, and they pulled off one of the most shocking conclusions the AWF has ever seen - Brendocon lay down for the Game, and gifted his title shot to his supposed nemesis!
Confused, Skywarp launched himself into the ring, only to receive a beating from both the Game AND Brendocon... in a heinous set-up, Skywarp had been betrayed by two friends within the space of a week... and on that night, the alliance was born between Galvatron91, Brendocon and his new manager LordSixshot, along with her existing charge Sixswitch. The AWF was stunned by the actions of this group of degenerates... and in a bid to acknowledge the words hurled their way, they rechristened themselves - DGeneration Next.
But the story didn't end there... not by a long way. Because that very night, AWF Chairman Mr Vaccaro deemed that Skywarp would get a rematch with Shrapnel that very evening. The match was an absolute squash for the angered StoneCold, and a new AWF Champion was born, and the stage was set for ArchiveMania. "StoneCold" Skywarp would defend the title against "The Game" Galvatron91.
In the months that followed, things got even more bizarre... a freak accident caused Mr Vaccaro to go on hiatus... and the decision was made to appoint a member of the actual roster as an interim commissioner. The man that won that honour? Brend O'Con. Now calling himself "the HeartBrend Kid" and showing a predisposition to giving people only two options, his first action was to rebrand the AWF's upcoming Pay Per View "Next Raided" to leave people in no doubt as to his agenda. The main event of that card was booked, and pitted the commissioner himself, along with his partner the Game, against Skywarp and his partner Computron. With the DGeneration Next ranks swelling, with the addition of Dead Pool, and negotiations ongoing with Mirage, it looked bleak for the Champion... the anger exploded in vicious style, as both sides tried to tear one another apart... but the match finally ended in controversy, as The Game pinned Computron after hitting him with the AWF Title belt... a symbolic action? We'll soon see.... Sit back folks, this one is not going to be pretty..."
We fade out from the montage, and back to the arena, where a deathly hush has fallen over the eagerly anticipating crowd. The lights go down, and two spotlights go on - one on the ring announcer, and the other at the top of the aisle, illuminating the entrance to the arena.
The ring announcer clears his throat. "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall.... and it is for the Archive Wrestling Federation Championship!"
The crowd cheers in approval.
"Introducing first..... the challenger...."
"Are you ready?
You think you can tell us what to do?
You think you can tell us what to wear?
You think you're better?
Well you better get ready..."
"IT'S TIME TO PLAY THE GAME!!!"
"Representing DGeneration Next, and accompanied to the ring by LordSixshot. From St Paul, Minnesota.... The GAME! Galvatron91"
"It's all about the game, and how you play it
It's all about control, and if you can take it"
The challenger steps forward through the entrance, his manager a few paces behind him, and off to the side. He pauses, feet apart, staring at the ground, his teeth gritted in determination, before flicking his head up, and marching down the aisle.
JHA: "Look at that face... that's a Game face... he IS the Game!"
JFA: "He's all ego, that's for sure..."
JHA: "Hey, you'd be cocky if you were that damn good."
G91 strides down to ringside, before leaping up onto the apron, and pouring water from his bottle all over his face, and stepping through the ropes. LordSixshot walks up the steps, and steps between the middle and bottom ropes, to get in some last minute strategy for the Game.
"And his opponent..."
The glass breaks, and the crowd go absolutely insane.
"From Carlisle, England, he is the Archive Wrestling Federation Champion... "Stone Cold" Skywarp!!"
The Champion emerges at the top of the ramp, title belt trailing on the floor behind him. He stares down the ramp as "Machine" blares over the sound system, and then runs down the aisle.
JFA: "And it looks like we're off to a flying start here"
Skywarp hits the ring and dives straight under the bottom rope, lunging for his opponent before LordSixshot is even out of the ring. Pumelling Galvatron91 with punches, Skywarp unleashes three months of pent-up fury on the Game, before the lights have even come-up.
The referee signals for the bell as the entrance music cuts out, and the two brawling men fall through the ropes to the floor below. Skywarp eventually heaves himself up, and pulls off his trademark leather jacket, before throwing it at the onlooking LordSixshot.
Grabbing the Game by the hair, he pulls him up, before slamming his face into the ring apron. The referee climbs down to the outside in an attempt to break them apart. StoneCold turns around and gives the official the finger, before going back to work on 91 with a flurry of punches to the face.
JFA: "The way these two are going at it, you'd never guess they were former partners... two thirds of the legendary Triumverate..."
JHA: "Or 'The Three Man Ego Trip' as they were more commonly known..."
Galvatron91 pushes his foe away, and starts to try to walk around the ringside, but Skywarp follows, and nails him in the back with a forearm blow that sends the Game reeling straight into the steel ring steps.
JFA: "And after that impact, Galvatron91 could well be busted open."
The referee manages to seperate the two, and instructs Skywarp to get it back in the ring.
JFA: "The referee showing a lot of leeway regarding the rules in this match..."
JHA: "Well, he knows that Skywarp's gonna try and get himself disqualified as soon as possible..."
Stone Cold picks up his foe, now bleeding from a gash in his forehead, and hurls him back into the ring, before climbing the steps to follow. G91 crawls across the ring, using the ropes on the opposite side to try to regain his footing. As Skywarp comes toward him, he responds with a kick to the midsection, and a firm right hand that knocks the taste out of the Cumbrian's mouth.
As Skywarp turns away to clasp his face, the Game takes advantage of the situation, and viciously takes out his opponent's knee with a diving shoulderblock. Determined to dictate the pace of the match, Galvatron91 then grabs the leg and drags his opponent into the middle of the ring, before dropping an elbow on the inside of the knee and cinching in a leg grapevine.
JHA: "And this is where we'll see who the better wrestler is... in the ring, down on the mat."
JFA: "Skywarp never claimed to be a wrestler... he's a brawler, he makes no secret of it."
JHA: "So what is he doing in the Archive Wrestling Federation?"
JFA: "Cleaning house, usually."
As the Game applied more pressure to the knee, Skywarp reached across, and punched his nemesis square in the face, causing G91 to break the hold. As both men clambered to their feet, Galvatron91 took a run-up, and nailed the Champion with a swinging neckbreaker, before covering for a two count.
Picking Skywarp up, the Game planted him with a firm bodyslam, before sliding to the outside, and grabbing the injured leg.
JHA: "This is where the Game begins..."
JFA: "This is where the referee should intervene... there really is no call for th- Owh, he just wrapped the Champion's knee right around that steel ring-post... and again... the referee really shouldn't allow this..."
JHA: "What's your problem? He's counting him isn't he?"
As the referee reaches six, Galvatron91 climbs back into the ring, wiping the blood from across his brow, and starts stomping away at Skywarp's body. Eventually, he grabs the leg, and places it on the bottom rope, before grabbing hold of the top strand, and bronco-busting the injured knee.
JFA: "And Skywarp is screaming in pain there..."
JHA: "I know... isn't it great?"
Satisfied at the damage done, the Game grabs the injured leg, and drags Skywarp into the middle of the ring.
JFA: "Now what? Step-over toe hold... into a figure four!"
JHA: "YES!! He's gonna make him submit!!"
As Skywarp flails about in the figure four, Galvatron91 reaches back, and grabs hold of the second rope to gain some extra leverage. StoneCold's shoulders touch the mat, and the referee counts, 1... 2... shoulders come back up as the Champion points back over his opponent's shoulders, but G91 releases the ropes before the referee can look.
After bearing the pain for several more minutes, the chant of the crowd starts to get Skywarp into it again...
JFA: "Skywarp... trying to... trying to turn the figure four over to reverse the pressure..."
JHA: "Come on, Game... stop him... stop him...."
JFA: "No!! He's done it! The figure four reversed.... now it's up to the Game to get to the ropes."
JHA: "And he has done... now it's up to the referee to break the hold up..."
Both men struggle to get back to their feet, but the Champion manages it first, and levels the Game with a running clothesline. The crowd explodes as Stone Cold goes back on the offensive, piling in with a series of stomps, before pulling up his opponent and ramming his face into the top turnbuckle. Galvatron91 staggers back, and gets hit with a belly to back suplex.
JHA: "Nononono!!! Sixy.... do something..."
Still limping, Skywarp bounces himself off the ropes, and drives the point of the elbow straight into the Game's chest to gain a two count. Picking his opponent up, Skywarp backs him into the corner, and rails on him with a flurry of punches, before whipping him into the far corner. G91 slams straight into the turnbuckles, and staggers out into the ring, only to be hit with a Thesz Press, and another sucession of mounted punches.
JFA: "And the champion is pulling out just about everything in his arsenal... and we know what's coming..."
JHA: "Doesn't mean we have to like it..."
JFA: "And... and LordSixshot just grabbed the Game's ankle and pulled him out of the ring... typical DGeneration Next tactics...
Angry at the tactics employed to get a rest, Skywarp immediately darts out of the ring, and chases Sixshot around to the other side of the ring, before going back to Galvatron91, and ramming him headfirst into the guardrail. StoneCold then clambers back into the ring, allowing the referee to restart his count.
JFA: "And the Game climbing back into the ring... and Skywarp is right back on him with a series of stomps... backing off now... waiting for him to stand up..."
Galvatron91 heaves himself back up to his feet, blood dripping from his brow. Boot to the midsection from Skywarp - grabs the head, but G91 gets his hands up, and pushes him away, into the ropes.
JFA: "Skywarp, off the ropes... the Thesz Pre- SPINEBUSTER!!!"
JHA: "What a brilliant counter by the Game! THAT is the mark of a Champion... absolutely any move you throw at him, and he can counter it!"
JFA: "Counter it maybe, but both men are down... absolutely wrecked by the energy they've exerted... trying to catch their breath... and the referee has started his count."
As the referee reaches the count of five, Galvatron91 gets back to his feet, and immediately goes straight back to work on the knee, lifting it high, turning Skywarp over, and driving the knee straight down into the mat.
JHA: "He can't hit the Stunner if he can't stand up..."
G91 backs off to allow Skywarp to regain his footing, before rebounding off the ropes, looking for the running knee-lift, but StoneCold dodges, and uses his opponent's momentum to plant the challenger on the back of his head.
JFA: "Great counter. Mark of a champion..."
JHA: "Shaddap"
Skywarp starts again with the stomps, before lifting his opponent, and whipping him into the ropes for a huge back bodydrop. The Game bounces back onto his feet, clasping his back in agony, as the crowd start to cheer wildly. StoneCold hits a running clothesline, but Galvatron91 quickly scrambles back up to his feet again.
Skywarp rebounds off the ropes with a Thesz press, before bombarding his opponent with a series of mounted punches.
JFA: "The Champion is on fire!!"
After a dozen punches, Stone Cold gets to his feet, and grabs the Game by the hair, pulling him up. Desperately, Sixshot jumps onto the apron to distract the referee. Suddenly, the crowd start screaming, as the still-bloodied Blaster_86 runs down the aisle, clasping a steel chair.
JFA: "Now what?"
JHA: "How did he even make it to this arena...?"
Skywarp stops to look as B86 reaches ringside, and slides the chair into the ring. He hops onto the apron and starts pointing at the chair, and egging on Skywarp to finish the match.
JHA: "That little piece of.... he's still trying to get his own back on DGeneration Next for costing him the Tag straps!"
JFA: "Well, I don't know about damaging the Game's prospects... but StoneCold doesn't look at all happy at his presumption.... the Champ doesn't want help from anybody nowadays!"
Visibly pissed off, Skywarp drops Galvatron91 back down to the mat, and storms across to the ropes. With one fluid motion, he grabs the top strand, and slingshots the Transcons man into the ring.
JHA: "Oh dear...."
JFA: "And the referee is still distracted with Sixshot..."
JHA: "Can you blame him?"
Blaster_86 quickly staggers to his feet, and sees that Skywarp is staring at him with fire in his eyes. He tries to run, but the Champion quickly heads him off, before grabbing him and delivering the Skywarp Stunner! StoneCold quickly kicks the prone body out of the ring, and to the arena floor.
JFA: "And some would say he deserves it..."
JHA: "And some would draw your attention to that fact that his plan may have backfired... the Game is back on his feet!"
Smiling, Skywarp turns back to the action, but walks straight into a kneelift to the gut! Galvatron91 quickly grabs the head, and pulls him toward the steel chair lying in the middle of the ring... the double underhook....
JFA: "PEDIGREE!!!! On the chair!!! The referee's still dealing with Sixshot...."
JHA: "We've got a new champion!! Oh yes!!!"
JFA: "And G91 has pushed the chair out of the ring... cover by the Game.... the referee's there... One... Two.... Thr-"
JHA: "THREE!!!! New Champion!!! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
JFA: "NO!! Shoulder-up!!! Skywarp somehow got his shoulder up!!!"
JHA: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
JFA: "And the look on the face of Galvatron91 says it all.... he cannot believe it... the crowd can't believe it... LordSixshot can't believe it..."
JHA: "I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!"
JFA: "And I can imagine that Blaster_86 will be breathing a sigh of relief.... he came down to help Skywarp get the win... but almost gifted the gold to the Game!"
JHA: "Blaster_86 won't be breathing anything until the paramedics wake him up!"
JFA: "You have to admire the intestinal fortitude of Skywarp..."
JHA: "You admire what you want... I'm not going near anybody's intestines..."
Unable to believe it, Galvatron91 hauls his former partner back up to his feet, before sending him back to the mat with a side Russian legsweep. Makes the cover... 1... 2.. shoulder up again.
JFA: "And the Game must be wondering what he has to do to win this match."
G91 picks up Skywarp, and slings him into the ropes, but the exhausted Skywarp falls through the strands, rather than rebounding. Frustrated, Galvy follows him through the ropes to the floor, but when he tries to lift him up, StoneCold shifts his weight, and the Game is sent face first into the ringpost.
Dazed, the Game staggers around to pick up his opponent again, but Skywarp somehow musters up the energy to bury a punch into the midsection. The referee follows down the outside in an attempt to get the action back in the ring, but to no avail. Angered, Galvatron91 lands a double-axehandle blow onto Skywarp's back, before grabbing him by the head, and slinging him into the ring steps.
JFA: "They should keep this in the ring... they really shouldn't be out here..."
JHA: "As long as they keep it away from here, I'm happy..."
JFA: "I think you may have spoken too soon... we have company..."
Galvatron91 drags StoneCold across the arena floor, before slamming him facefirst into the announce table.
JHA: "May I suggest we take a few steps back?"
JFA: "For once, I agree with you..."
As the Game hurls the Champion onto the announce table, Blaster_86 staggers back around the ring... looking to get his own back, but LordSixshot quickly smashes him in the head with a steel chair, sending him back down to the concrete.
JFA: "He wouldn't... oh no, not that..."
JHA: "Yes!! The Game is gonna hit the Pedigree on the table!!"
JFA: "Here it goes... the underhook... can he get the second arm? No! Skywarp's fighting it... Skywarp is... oh my god!!! He back-bodydropped him off the table to the floor! And now Skywarp, pulling himself back down to the floor from our table... and I'm kinda glad that we still have a table to go back to!"
The dazed Skywarp picks up his opponent, and throws him back into the ring, before rolling back in. Still groggy, he starts stomping away, before G91 rolls away and back to his feet.
JHA: "How is Skywarp still standing?"
JFA: "Because he's got guts. The Game... back on his feet... boot by the Champion... STUNNER!!! STUNNER!!! Skywarp hit the Stunner on Galvatron91, who just bounced off the mat and flipped a full 180!!"
JHA: "That has to be it.... there's no way he can get up after that... not after the amount of blood he's lost today..."
Exhausted, Skywarp drags himself across the ring, and pulls G91 onto his back...
JFA: "Now, StoneCold... draping his arm across the chest... one.... two.... "
JHA: "Foot's on the rope!!! I don't believe it!!"
JFA: "Incredible... the force of the Stunner threw the Game across the ring, yet he still had the presence of mind to know that the rope was nearby..."
JHA: "He is THAT damn good...."
JFA: "I'm beginning to think you may be right... Skywarp now... back on his feet... staring in disbelief... picks up the Game.... and dumps him on the top turnbuckle."
JHA: "And there's Sixshot! Up on the apron... oh my god, Skywarp just nailed her.... I should go help her up..."
JFA: "You'll stay where you are... there's anough medics at ringside as it is... what with Blaster_86 unconscious, and I think they'll want a look at the Game as soon as possible... there's blood all over the ring..."
The AWF Champion surveys the crowd, before climbing up the ropes, and locking in for the suplex.
JFA: "Now, StoneCold... with the superplex... searching for anything that can put the Game away for good... lifts him up, and.... oh my good god... his knee gave out... Skywarp's knee just gave out on the superplex!!!"
JHA: "Yeah, and G91 just landed right on top of him!!! 1.... 2.... what the?"
JFA: "Galvatron91 landed in a perfect pinning position... I think Skywarp landed on the back of his head... he's unconscious... but the Game rolled off him? What does.... oh no..."
Running purely on adreneline, Galvatron91 staggers up to his feet, and lifts his fallen opponent up by the head...
JFA: "He just wants to make sure... here we go... "
JHA: "YES!! The Game.... the double underhook.... PEDIGREE!!!!"
JFA: "That double-underhook piledriver has to be one of the most devastating moves in its own right... but Skywarp was already unconscious.... 1.... 2.... 3.... it's over....."
JHA: "DGeneration Next grab the gold!!!"
Ecstatic, Galvatron91 rolls onto his back, as LordSixshot grabs the title belt from ringside, and rushes into the ring, congratulating the new champion, who heaves himself up to his feet.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match... and new Archive Wrestling Federation Champion... "The Game"... Galvatron91"
G91 accepts the belt from his manager, and climbs the turnbuckles, lifting the strap high, as the music blares throughout the arena.
"I am the game, you don't wanna play me
I am control, no way you can change me
I have heavy debts, no way you can pay me
I am the pain, and I know you can't take me"
JFA: "He is battered... he's bruised... he's bloodied... I don't agree with his attitude... he's a self-professed degenerate... but he IS the new champion... and after that display, I'll be the first to admit - he deserves it!"
JHA: "HE IS THE GODDAMN GAME!!!!!"
JFA: "But you have to wonder if the outcome would have been different, had Skywarp's knee not buckled like that...."
JHA: "No, you don't.... it was the Game plan from the outset... work on the knees.... you can't hit wrestle somebody if you can't stand up.... the Game isn't stupid, he knew exactly what he was doing. From the moment he first went for the knee, it was only a matter of time before it buckled.... there's no point wondering what would have happened if it had held up, because it wouldn't have held up for long.... it was inevitable.... it's all about the Gameplan... and how you execute it!"
JFA: "As much as it pains me to say, you make a valid point... and he's the Champion."
JHA: "He is THAT damn good!"
JFA: "And Skywarp is still out cold on the mat... the medics are attending to him... I can only speculate what shape he'll be in after this match... both these men have taken an incredible pounding... and I have nothing but respect for both of them right now..."
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Glad someone does.Originally posted by Auntie Slag
I praise the Cow:smokin:
Why .pdf files? I may be stupid but I don't see any reason why they should be converted. I've got all the shows as Word files so it shouldn't be too much of work to convert them.Wasn't somebody going to save all the matches as .pdf files at some point? And remember when Red made an AWF CD of all the stars entrance music? that was cool. We need merchandising.
I've also got quite a lot of AWF entrance themes saved up (although some of you jerks have chosen so rare a song I can't seem to find it anywhere) but I'll be damned if going to start shipping CD's around the world just for the pleasure of others.
Well, if I'll win the 5 million euro lottery this weekend, I just might. Stay tuned.
And I've been playing with the idea of coming up with AWF DVD's. For example, what matches and storylines would be included in the The Best of Mayhem 2002 DVD or the The Best of Game. That kind of things.
Thanks D!
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.pdf is cool because of the search features, so for example with an AWF CD of .pdf files I should be able to quickly find any match involving, say, Shrapnel, and maybe anything he ever said in his smack talk as well as any other reference to him and his career.
I like that idea e.g. pick Nmat and be able to link quickly to everything he's ever done, affiliations with other AWF stars etc.
Hmmm, this is beginning to sound more like a hyperlinking thing, but .pdf's allow that don't they?
I like that idea e.g. pick Nmat and be able to link quickly to everything he's ever done, affiliations with other AWF stars etc.
Hmmm, this is beginning to sound more like a hyperlinking thing, but .pdf's allow that don't they?