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Post by AWG Staff on May 15, 2008 9:53:10 GMT -5
We return to the arena with Tommy Veot and Stormin’ Norman Asner on camera.
Tommy Veot: We just witnessed on hell of a match between Jack Gaither and Pierce Cavanaugh. And just to inform the viewers at home, Gaither did indeed pass out during the match, but was able to exit the arena uder his own power.
Stormin’ Norman: What a powerful young man.
Tommy Veot: Well, now it’s time to see if Cavanaugh’s half-brother can join him in the second round. Jagger versus Knuckles is up next.
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Post by AWG Staff on May 15, 2008 9:54:44 GMT -5
(Survival of the Sickest by Saliva plays over the pa system. After a few moments Johnny Knuckles comes walking out and stares at the crowd for a quick second and grins. He makes his way down and climbs into the ring. He takes off his silk shirt, glasses, italian style hat and gold chain. He stands in the corner rubbing his hands together ready to fight.)
Tommy Veot: “This is expected to be a stand out contest as the current AWG Triple Threat Champion, T.C. Jagger, goes one on one against…well…an enigma here in AWG, Johnny Knuckles.”
Stormin’ Norman: “That sounds like the right word for the man whose music is just queuing up.”
(As the music starts, a shower of blue sparks starts to rain onto the stage blocking everything behind them. The sparks stop and Jagger is standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. Jagger uncrosses his arms and points to himself with both hands as he begins to walk down the ramp. Jagger rolls under the bottom rope and stands in the middle of the ring. Blue pyros shoot straight up from each of the turnbuckles as Jagger crosses his arms and then points to himself again)
Tommy Veot: “These two exchanges some heated words during the days leading up to this match, so there should be no lack of sympathy for the other by neither man.”
Jari Pulaski: “This match isn’t even close, Knuckles is gonna destroy Jagger.”
Stormin’ Norman: “Well I guess we’re going to find out as right out the gate the two are exchanging rights.”
(Knuckles starts to gain some momentum as Jagger is now backing up, his offense declining.)
Jari Pulaski: “You see, what’d I tell you? Knuckles is the better man, no doubt.”
Tommy Veot: “So far he seems to be as he’s now got Jagger in the corner.”
(Knuckles lands two more clean right hands before the referee steps in and warns Knuckles about the closed fist.)
Stormin’ Norman: “Good officiating, recognizing the illegal closed fists.”
Tommy Veot: “This has given Jagger a second to regain a little of his senses back and he explodes out of the corner with a kick to the inside right knee of Johnny Knuckles.”
(Jagger delivers one more kick, landing it to the inside left knee of Knuckles.)
Jari Pulaski: “Come on ref, that can’t be legal.”
Tommy Veot: “I’m afraid you’re wrong Jarhead. Those kicks are totally legal.”
Stormin Norman: “OH! And so was that dropkick from T.C. Jagger.”
(Knuckles quickly scramble to his feet after getting hit with the dropkick. The two stare each other down, yelling at each other.)
Tommy Veot: “These two are just like two alpha gorillas fighting for dominance.”
Jari Pulaski: “That has got to be the dumbest analogy in professional wrestling history.”
Tommy Veot: “Shut up Jarhead.”
(The stare down abruptly ends as the two go back to trading right hands. After a couple of exchanges, Johnny Knuckles ducks and sweeps the legs of Jagger, sending him to the mat.)
Jari Pulaski: “You see that, that’s called in-ring intelligence. That’s something Jagger has none of.”
(Knuckles wastes no time and immediately attempts a leg drop, but Jagger quickly moves out of the way.)
Tommy Veot: “I don’t know, that looked like some in-ring intelligence to me.”
Jari Pulaski: “That’s not intelligence, that’s just fear.”
(As Knuckles slowly rises, favoring his left hamstring, Jagger bounces off of the ropes and delivers a running clothesline on Knuckles.)
Stormin Normin: “A picture perfect running clothesline from T.C. Jagger and Knuckles is in trouble early on in this match.”
Jari Pulaski: “No he’s not. He’s just building Jagger’s confidence up so he can crush it.”
Tommy Veot: “Yeah, sure Jarhead.”
(As the ref tries to check on Knuckles, Jagger shoves him out of the way and lays a boot into him.)
Tommy Veot: “Smart game plan by Jagger, keeping Knuckles on the mat.”
Stormin’ Norman: “Yeah, Knuckles can’t beat him if he’s on the mat.”
(Jagger lays more boots into Knuckles before attempting a diving fist drop only for Knuckles to roll just an inch out of the way.)
Jari Pulaski: “COME ON KNUCKS!!!”
(Jagger quickly favors his right hand and makes it to his knees as Knuckles starts to gain his senses.)
Tommy Veot: “I’ve got a feeling the winner of this match is going to be a heavy favorite to win the tournament.”
Jari Pulaski: “Yeah, and Knuckles is that guy.”
Tommy Veot: “That’s yet to be the case as these two competitors have made to their feet.”
(Knuckles props himself in the corner, catching his breath. Jagger spots him and instinctively starts sprinting towards him.)
Stormin Norman: “Jagger is looking to connect with a big splash in the corner but Knuckles slips out of the way.”
Tommy Veot: “Jagger’s head just bounced off of the ring post and I believe…yes, blood is starting to trickle down his forehead.”
Jari Pulaski: “Now that’s more like it. FINISH HIM KNUCKS!!!”
(Jagger backs out of the corner, still feeling the effects from the head on collision when Knuckles comes from behind and…)
Jari Pulaski: “GERMAN SUPLEX!!!’
Tommy Veot: “You’re getting a little too excited there Jar.”
Jari Pulaski: “That’s the passion for this sport running through my veins.”
(Knuckles slowly rises to his feet as Jagger lays motionless on the mat. Knuckles looks at the bleeding Jagger and hooks the leg.)
1 . . . 2 . . . Shoulder up
Tommy Veot: “And Jagger barely able to get the shoulder up.”
Jari Pulaski: “That was a slow count! You both saw that, that was a slow count.”
Stormin Norman: “Not according to the ref.”
Jari Pulaski: “That’s why the ref is an idiot.”
(Knuckles shakes his head as he makes it to his feet. He reaches down and pulls Jagger up to his feet by the hair. He throws him into the ropes and hits him with a spinebuster.)
Tommy Veot: “Knuckles is just taking it to Jagger. He goes for the cover.)
1 . . . 2 . . . Kickout
Stormin Normin: “Another close pinfall for Knuckles.”
Jari Pulaski: “It’s a conspiracy.”
(Knuckles immediately gets into the face of the ref who stands his ground. Giving up on the argument, Knuckles gives Jagger a boot to the head before rolling out of the ring.)
Tommy Veot: “Where is Knuckles going?’
Jari Pulaski: “I’ll tell you where he’s going…”
(Knuckles lifts the ring apron up and searches or something. He searches for a couple more seconds before pulling out a baseball bat.)
Jari Pulaski: “He’s going to his good ole friend Louie.”
Stormin Norman: “Wait a minute, this is not an anything goes match.”
Jari Pulaski: “Hey, Jagger called his bluff. Knuckles is just living up to his word.”
(Knuckles rolls into the ring holding the bat. The ref immediately jumps between Knuckles and Jagger, trying to get the bat from Knuckles. After struggling with Knuckles, the ref finally gets the bat away. He throws it out of the ring.)
Tommy Veot: “Good job by the ref. This match should be one on one with no weapons involved.”
(Knuckles turns around and…)
Stormin Norman: “SAMOAN DROP!!! And just like that Jagger is back in control.”
Jari Pulaski: “Damn you Jagger.”
(With a second wind, Jagger quickly pulls Knuckles up to his feet and whips Knuckles into the ropes. He attempts a clothesline, but Knuckles ducks. He quickly lifts Jagger up.)
Jari Pulaski: “BROKEN PROMISE!!! KNUCKLES IS GONNA…”
Tommy Veot: “NO!! Jagger slipped out from behind and….THE JAGGINATOR!!! JAGGER HIT THE JAGGINATOR!!!”
Jari Pulaski: “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
(Jagger makes the cover and…)
1 . . . 2 . . . 3
Tommy Veot: “JAGGER ADVANCES TO THE NEXT ROUND!!!”
Jari Pulaski: “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
Tommy Veot: Folks, what a match!!! Don’t touch that dial, we’ll be right back!
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Post by AWG Staff on May 15, 2008 10:07:02 GMT -5
Commercials for Sony, Best Buy, and Bounty (The Quilted, Quicker Picker-Upper) are shown.
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Post by AWG Staff on May 15, 2008 10:07:37 GMT -5
Norman Asner: Well ladies and Gentlemen our final match looks to be a real thriller as we have a relative new comer taking on a superstar we haven’t seen in quite some time.
Tommy Veot: That’s right Norman in this first round tournament match-up we are going to see “The Extreme Saint” Anthony Phoenix taking on “The Sex Bomb” Adam Apocalypse.
Jaromir Pulaski: Personally I’m hoping this Apocalypse guy keeps up the momentum he started last week, he’s young, cocky, and the women love him, what’s not to like?
Tommy Veot: Wow Jari, jumping on the bandwagon a little here?
Jaromir Pulaski: Hey, I know talent when I see it, and someone with that much money and fame MUST be doing something right.
Norman Asner: Well we’re about to find out.
The arena lights go a bluish hue as "Personal Jesus" by Marilyn Manson begins to play. As the theme continues Phoenix walks out in black hooded waistcoat with silver lining and his blue and black wrestling shorts shining in the bluish hue (with his title shining around his waist.). Anthony stands with his head down as he holds his hands in a prayer like pose with his index and middle fingers held up like a gun and the rest laced together. The lights in the arena change as the song starts in earnest with flashing reds, oranges, and yellows making the arena look like it’s on fire as Phoenix holds his arms out in an arrogant pose…fireballs emit from the stage. He walks in time to the music as he makes his way to the ring. Anthony stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks up; he raises his arms again as if he’s giving homage to some unknown god. He then enters the ring and heads for the right turnbuckle nearest the announce table and holds his arms out in the same arrogant pose as at the entrance ramp. When he does so a shower of golden pyro is emitted from the ceiling making it look like it’s raining down on him. He jumps down from the turnbuckle and stands in the middle of the ring holding his hands together in a prayer like pose with his index and middle fingers held up like a gun and the rest laced together holding his head down as the song ends.
Tommy Veot: Well Anthony Phoenix looks as ready as ever here tonight, Adam Apocalypse better have his A-game if he hopes to advance.
Pink and Purple strobe lights begin to fill the arena as Guns n’ Roses’ “Paradise City” echoes through the PA. A brief moment later, “The Sex Bomb” Adam Apocalypse steps out from behind the curtain with a lovely local escort hanging off his arm. He stands there for a minute at the top of the ramp posing as a sea of flashes nearly blinds everyone in attendance. His valet runs one hand over his perfectly chiseled abs before he grabs the other and rings her down to ringside. The woman takes a seat along the guardrail as Adam walks up the steps and gets into the ring, posing one last time before his music cuts out.
Jaromir Pulaski: What an enterance! This kid has it all.
Norman Asner: Both men look as prepared as any for this tournament and it doesn’t look like we’re going to have to wait long to get this one underway.
Before the bell rings Phoenix slides into the ring and runs at Apocalypse, clubbing him from behind.
Tommy Veot: Phoenix is wasting no time here tonight.
The Extreme Saint continues the assault, laying boots into the downed Apocalypse.
Jaromir Pulaski: That was a cheap shot!
Norman Asner: AWG 101, never turn your back on an opponent.
Phoenix lifts Adam to his feet and irish whips him into the corner then quickly follows up with a running stinger splash. Apocalypse slumps down into the corner and is just as quickly met with a dropkick.
Norman Asner: Well Phoenix is really giving it to him to start this match off. Apocalypse needs to find some way to slow this momentum down or this one might be over quick.
Phoenix takes a moment to taunt his opponent before dragging him back to his feet. He holds the Sex Bomb up by his hair for a moment before leaping into the air and hitting a standing enziguri. A sickening smacking sound echoes throughout the arena as Apocalypse immediately falls face first to the mat.
Tommy Veot: That was brutal, I can’t imagine Apocalypse being able to take too many more kicks to the head.
Jaromir Pulaski: Not the face, that’s his money-maker!
Anthony gets down on his hands and knees and begins yelling at Apocalypse who is barely getting back to a crawling position. Phoenix slaps him across the head as an insult then gets up and poses for the fans. Apocalypse slowly crawls over to the ropes and uses them to pull himself up to his feet. Phoenix sees him and charges but Adam low bridges him and the Extreme Saint spills out to the outside.
Jaromir Pulaski: There you go Adam.
Norman Asner: Crafty move by the newcomer, lets see if he can get it together before Phoenix gets back into the ring.
Adam slowly makes his way back his feet as Phoenix gets up and rolls into the ring. Before he can get to a standing position Apocalypse runs and nails a nasty Yakuza kick.
Norman Asner: And Apocalypse gives Phoenix a taste of his own medicine.
Tommy Veot: It looks like the Extreme Saint isn’t the only one with lethal feet around here.
Not wasting any time, Adam starts stomping Phoenix until the referee is forced to break it up. He backs off for barely even a moment before straddling Anthony and laying into him with vicious right hands. Once again Abs Sanders is forced to pull the Sex Bomb back and this time he warns him.
Norman Asner: Well the last thing you want in this situation is to get disqualified.
Jaromir Pulaski: Adam knows what he’s doing.
Apocalypse adds one more stomp for good measure before mounting the second rope and sitting n the top turnbuckle. He stalks Phoenix for a moment, waitng for him to get up before launching with missile dropkick. The veteran Phoenix reacts in time and catches Apocalypse’s legs in mid-air. Adam hits the mat with a thud and is then quickly turned over into a modified Boston crab.
Norman Asner: The Phophetic Torture!
Tommy Veot: Well Apocalypse might have just made a huge mistake.
Abe Sanders gets down and begins asking Apocalypse if he wants to submit. Adam shakes his head violently indicating he has no intention of giving up. He reaches out as far as he can with his right arm but is still about a foot shy of the ropes.
Norman Asner: It doesn’t look like Apocalypse has anywhere to go.
Jaromir Pulaski: Come on Adam, you can’t give up here, think of all the ladies out there, their hearts would be crushed.
Tommy Veot: I think that’s the last of the Sex bomb’s worries at the moment.
Phoenix cranks the hold even harder as Apocalypse screams out in pain. He reaches as hard as he can but is still a little too far. Slowly Adam props himself up on his forearms and begins crawling closer to the ropes. He reaches his arm out once again and just as his fingertips barely touch the bottom rope Phoenix stands up and drags him back towards the center of the ring. Apocalypse is still up on his forearms and pushes himself up just high enough to reach under himself and pull one of Anthony’s legs out from under him before he can sit back down on the hold.
Norman Asner: Adam has done it! he’s found a way out.
Tommy Veot: Yeah, but it may be a little too late, his back has got to be torn to pieces now.
As soon as Phoenix hits the mat Apocalypse begins to army crawl away and put some space in between them. He doesn’t get very far though as the ring savy Extreme Saint grabs the nearest leg and locks in an ankle lock. He keeps the lock held on while he gets to his feet where instead of applying more pressure to the hold he drops Adam’s leg and hits a senton onto his back.
Norman Asner: Phoenix once again working on that back, you have to imagine this one is going to end soon.
Jaromir Pulaski: I think Adam still has a trick or two left.
Phoenix rolls Apocalypse over and stomps him in the gut for good measure before making an ascent to the top rope.
He throws his arms in the air before launching himself into a 450 shooting-star press. As he comes down, he is met with a pair of well placed knees.
Norman Asner: Crash and burn! Phoenix has got to be hurting after that failed attempt.
Jaromir Pulaski: There you go Adam, pin him! Pin him!
Apocalypse slowly crawls over and drapes an arm across Anthony Phoenix’s chest. “Honest” Abe Sanders makes the count.
1…
2…
Kickout!
Phoenix is just able to get his shoulder up before the three-count. A shocked Apocalypse looks on in shock before slowly trying to make it to his feet.
Norman Asner: Well Phoenix is able to get a shoulder up and now it looks like it could still be anyone’s match.
Tommy Veot: I think whoever gets to their feet here is going to have a huge advantage.
Apocalypse uses the ropes again to get himself up while across the ring Phoenix is doing the same thing. Adam dashes at his opponent and attempts another yakuza kick but Phoenix ducks it. With his momentum still going Adam keeps running and bounces off the ropes, Phoenix attempts a clothesline but Adam ducks it and at the same time reaches over and hooks the arm, he then launches himself up almost like a backflip over the shoulder of Phoenix before changing his momentum around in mid move and swinging it into a single-arm ddt. As soon as they hit the mat, Apocalypse hangs on to the arm he’s holding and begins to crank it into an armbar!
Norman Asner: What a move by Apocalypse, shades of Triple A legend Mistico!
Jaromir Pulaski: Even Mistico couldn’t do it that well, he calls the the climax and it looks like it’s going to be the climax of this match.
Abe Sanders checks on Phoenix who is giving everything he’s got not to tap out. His free arm is shaking violently and his legs are kicking but he’s not going anywhere. Adam cranks it even harder and you can tell by the look on his face that he’s putting all of his strength into this hold. Somehow, by the skin of his fingertips, Anthony Phoenix is able to grab the bottom rope and a look of utter disappointment comes over Apocalypse’s face as he is forced to break the hold.
Norman Asner: both men now have applied signature submission holds only to be unsuccessful, what is it going to take to end this match?
Tommy Veot: I don’t know but you have to wonder how much is going to be left in the tank of the winner to face Sage Christensen next week.
Adam gets up to his feet as Phoenix is still on the mat holding his shoulder. He walks over and stomps said shoulder before lifting Phoenix up and Irish whipping him into the corner. He runs and goes for a clothesline but at the last second the Extreme Saint ducks and Adam goes crashing into the turnbuckle. Apocalypse bounces off and staggers a few steps before getting kicked in the gut and hit with a snap suplex. Instead of releasing the hold, Phoenix flips his hips over and then lifts Adam up for another one.
Norman Asner: We’ve seen this before, Phoenix calls it the “X” flip and it could mean the end for the Sex Bomb.
Phoenix hits the second suplex and once again rolls his hips to bring Apocalypse up into position for a third one.
Tommy Veot: You have to believe from what has transpired in this match that Apocalypse’s back could give out at any second, he’s takes so much punishment.
Anthony goes for the third one but unfortunately doesn’t notice Adam grabbing the top rope with his free arm. Adam’s head slips out from under Phoenix’s arm and he retaliates with a knee to the gut that drops the Extreme Saint to his hands and feet. Abe Sanders gets in Adam Apocalypse’s face just long enough to not catch Phoenix respond with a low blow. Adam doubles over as Anthony immediately springs to his feet and hits a side effect.
Norman Asner: Phoenix just raised the dead! He’s going for the cover.
Abe Sanders gets down to make the count.
1…
2…
He stops as he notices Adam’s boot resting on the bottom rope.
Tommy Veot: Foot on the ropes, this one isn’t over yet!
Jaromir Pulaski: For as inexperienced as he is Apocalypse sure knows how to stay in a match.
Phoenix gets to his feet, obviously very pissed off that he didn’t get the three count. He grabs Adam by the hair and then drapes his shoulder and neck over the middle rope. He puts one boot on the back of Adam’s head as he hold the top rope and begins to apply pressure, choking out the Sex Bomb.
Norman Asner: A blatant choke by Phoenix, he is pulling out all the stops tonight.
Abe Sanders pulls Phoenix off and gives him a talking to that is promptly ignored. Anthony signals for the end with a throat-slitting motion before grabbing Apocalypse by his hair once again and lifting him to his feet.
Tommy Veot: Well it looks like we’re about to see the last rites.
Jaromir Pulaski: No! Do something Adam!
Phoenix kicks Apocalypse in the gut then turns around to hit the fall away stunner. In a desperation move Apocalypse shoves his opponent into the ropes. Phoenix bounces off and as he comes back jumps into the air and onto Adam’s shoulders for a hurricanrana. As he attempts to rotate Apocalypse drops to his knees just in time to trap Phoenix with his legs doubled over his shoulders.
Norman Asner: What a counter!
Abe sanders goes for the count.
1…
2…
Adam puts his feet on the ropes for extra leverage.
Norman Asner: Apocalypse did it!
Jaromir Pulaski: I told you this guy was legit.
Tommy Veot: WAIT!!!!
The ref is pointing to the bottom ropes seeing that Apocalypse was using them for leverage.
Tommy Veot: Abe Sanders is waiving it off. The match continues!
Apocalypse argues with the Abe Sanders but Sanders just continues to point to the ropes and waves his hands making a “no” motion.
Stormin’ Norman: Apocalypse needs to get his head back in the match.
Apocalypse finally gives up arguing and turns around right into a waiting Anthony Phoenix.
Tommy Veot: Last Rites!!!
Phoenix hits the Last Rites and hooks the leg. Abe Sanders makes the count.
1...
2...
3!!!
*Ding Ding*
Stormin’ Norman: Phoenix pulled it out, he defeated Apocalypse!!
Jari Pulaski: That’s bull. Apocalypse had that match won.
Stormin‘ Norman: Not legally, and “honest” Abe Sanders saw it.
Tommy Veot: Well Anthony Phoenix will move on to face the AWG Champion next week. We’re gonna have one hell of another night for ya next week. Be sure to catch us live right here, same time next week. Goodnight!
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Post by AWG Staff on May 15, 2008 10:11:27 GMT -5
The End.
Thanks to everyone who helped out. This was a great show and we couldn't have done it without you guys. Every match was close, and it made for one hell of a night.
The card for next week will be up later in the day.
-AWG Staff
ALSO!!! The matches tonight were not done in the order they appeared on the bracket. The updated bracket will be shown with the card for next week.
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Post by Sage Christensen on May 15, 2008 10:18:46 GMT -5
Great show everybody, especially to those that wrote matches.
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Post by goldeneagle on May 15, 2008 10:21:14 GMT -5
Once again, I'm one-and-done in a tourney; maybe I should fire my coach. ;D
Seriously, Pierce gave me a helluva match, and it showed. Good job man!
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Post by Adrian Young on May 15, 2008 10:31:30 GMT -5
Congrats to those who advanced. And for those who didn't.....
...HA!
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Post by theinnovator on May 15, 2008 16:19:41 GMT -5
Scew you LOL
Nah, GJ Jagger. Was very close and the match was written very well. After i finish my business with Sage, i def wanna rematch. Unless Cap returns then ur stuck in the back LOL.
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Post by TC Jagger on May 15, 2008 20:34:24 GMT -5
Yeah Knucks, it was a very close match, and you know I'm definitely down for a rematch.
But I still have to get my hands on Adrian and DiPietro (AYo wasn't able to RP our last ACW match. and the only time I faced DiPietro, he got stuck with work and couldn't RP more than a paragraph).
Looks like I get one of em this week. Bwahahahahahahahah
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Post by Adrian Young on May 15, 2008 21:17:09 GMT -5
But I still have to get my hands on Adrian I've been looking forward to this match for a LONG time..lol
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