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Jun 25, 2008 22:47:40 GMT -5
Post by AWG Staff on Jun 25, 2008 22:47:40 GMT -5
The screen goes black. Slowly the green letters “AWG” fade in, outlined in gold. The chorus of “Drilled A Wire Through My Cheek” by Blue October , the official song of AWG Authenticity kicks in. The screen cuts to a montage of prior AWG footage featuring Dollar McDougal, TC Jagger, Jack Gaither, Criminal Intent, Anthony Phoenix, Sage Christensen, and others.
Some footage of Exodus is shown, featuring the arrival of Nasdaq, TC Jagger’s Triple Threat Championship, Pierce Cavanaugh winning his table match, and the unlikely new-formed alliance of Dollar McDougal and new AWG World Champion, Jack Gaither.
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Jun 25, 2008 22:48:56 GMT -5
Post by AWG Staff on Jun 25, 2008 22:48:56 GMT -5
The cameras cut in to a packed arena as the Authenticity theme keeps playing. The fans are going crazy in expectation of the fallout from Exodus. All of a sudden they get even louder as the face of the former world heavyweight champion comes on the screen.
Sage Christensen: At Exodus, the face of the AWG was changed, one dream came true, and at the very same moment I was proved right. You see, I told you all along that Jack Gaither's Cinderella story was too good to be true, and it was. He got exactly what he wanted, and couldn't have left every single AWG fan feeling more empty and unfulfilled in the process if he tried. He sold out his very soul, ripped that world class "heart" right out of his own chest and now he is YOUR champion.
The crowd begins to boo Jack Gaither.
Sage Christensen: At least for the moment. The AWG higher ups thought the Violent Messiah was too much of a liability to be in attendance tonight, they were concerned I might attack the champ. They should know by now that's just not my style, but none-the-less in exchange for staying away tonight they have allowed me to invoke my rematch clause next week live on Authenticity.
Massive pop for the title match.
Sage Christensen: Jack Gaither, I don't resent you, if only for the fact that I know youre not the brains behind all of this. Not you, you're not nearly bright enough to orchestrate something like what happened at Exodus. Make no mistake, I'm taking the title back, then I'm repaying Dollar Mcdougal in a way only yours truly can and for all your troubles you will be left with nothing but empty hands and a very pissed off crowd that used to worship the ground you walked on. You were their hero Jack, but VERY soon you will be nothing at all and there's absolutely nothing you can do to change that.
The crowd pops again for Sage.
Sage Christensen: Enjoy your fifteen minutes of fame as champion, because next week, I'm going to erase your pathetic memory from the AWG itself.
The crowd explodes again as the screen goes black.
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Jun 25, 2008 22:50:28 GMT -5
Post by AWG Staff on Jun 25, 2008 22:50:28 GMT -5
We cut to the arena. Fans all around are waving “Gaither Sucks” and other anti-Gaither signs. Before we can cut to the announcers, "Into the Lavender" by Rubyhorse hits throughout the arena, and Dollar McDougal quickly appears from behind the curtain to an outburst of boos.
Tommy Veot - Hello fans, and we are underway! Boy, it didn't take long for this crowd to get into it.
Norman Asner - You're right, Tommy. First, we saw Sage Christensen on the big screen via satellite, and now here's the recently returned Dollar McDougal.
Tommy Veot - And the crowd are extremely adament about their disdain for one Dollar McDougal.
Jaromir Pulaski - The fans are idiots. Welcome back, champ!
McDougal makes his way to the ring with a microphone in one hand and, as always, a briefcase in the other. He seems to be basking in the boos as he stands in the ring waiting for them to quiet down enough for him to speak.
Tommy Veot - In case you missed it, fans, at Exodus we saw the return of Dollar McDougal, who hadn't been seen on AWG television since Purgatory.
Norman Asner - And he made sure his return counted, Tommy.
Tommy Veot - Yes, Dollar McDougal interfered in what was becoming a classic world championship contest between then champion Sage Christensen and Jack Gaither.
Jaromir Pulaski - THEN champion is right! McDougal is a genius! Just listen to him! He'll tell ya!
Now that the crowd has subsided a bit, McDougal begins to speak.
Dollar McDougal - Yes, it's true. Papa McDougal is BACK in the AWG...
The fans begin their booing again, with a large portion of the crowd beginning a "We want Sage! We want Sage! We want Sage!" chant.
Dollar McDougal - You think you want Sage? Well, I want him even more! But I have heard through the grapevine that your former champion isn't even in the building tonight. Tucked his tail between his legs and ran away when he heard that the Money Man with the Master Plan was here!
McDougal smiles as the crowd continues their booing of him.
Tommy Veot - While I actually believe McDougal's right in that Sage has not been spotted in the building, I seriously doubt that "The Anti-Hero" is afraid of Dollar McDougal.
Jaromir Pulaski - He's afraid of Dollar or Gaither. Take your pick! I think both!
Norman Asner - That's ridiculous. As we heard not long ago, Sage Christensen has been told to stay at home tonight by the higher ups in AWG out of fear that he would attack McDougal or, yes, Jack Gaither.
McDougal lifts the microphone again and begins to speak.
Dollar McDougal - But I'll tell you who IS here tonight...and that's the NEW AWG World Champion...Jack "The Golden Eagle" Gaither!
Even louder boos from the crowd now.
Dollar McDougal - Funny. This time a couple of weeks ago, if someone were to stand in this very ring and say that exact same name, the response would have been a lot different. And you know why that is? No, it's not because of anything Jack did. Or anything I did. It is because you are fickle! If things aren't done the way you "fans" want them done, then you change your tune altogether. People have been walking up to Jack and me on the street. And just before we have them arrested or have our guards beat the hell out of them, they ask us, "How could you do what you did?" Especially to Jack. "Jack, how could you do what you did?!" And the answer - plain is day - is that at the end of the night, there was one man standing in the ring as the World Champion in the biggest show in AWG's history to date. So why WOULDN'T he be proud of what he's done?
The crowd does not accept McDougal's explanation, instead meeting it with even more boos.
Dollar McDougal - Now, Jack's not here yet. I understand he'll be here later on this evening in an interview with Veot...
Tommy Veot - This is true. I will be interviewing the new World Champion right here, in this ring, tonight.
Dollar McDougal - ...but for right now, at least, you have me. The single most successful, most talked-about, and biggest superstar the AWG has ever seen come through that curtain.
Unanimous boos once again throughout the crowd.
Dollar McDougal - And to prove it, I know that Sage Christensen has said that he wants his rematch for the World Title next week...but I want - nay, DEMAND - this so-called "Violent Messiah" in the ring. Put off your title match one more week, Sage. Since it's the last shot we'll ever give you, why rush it anyway? What you can have instead is a one-on-one match with the man who helped to cost you that title. Next week. Sage Christensen. Dollar McDougal. One-on-one!
The crowd is split between cheers and boos now as McDougal grins and tries to get the crowd cheering for the idea.
Dollar McDougal - Let's settle this thing, Sage. You and me in the ring. Your move.
McDougal drops the microphone as "Into the Lavender" by Rubyhorse begins playing again, and McDougal leaves to a somewhat shocked crowd.
Norman Asner - Tommy, did Dollar really just ask for a match with Sage next week? Did Dollar McDougal just CHALLENGE someone? He's known more for ducking the challenges.
Jaromir Pulaski - I'll field this one, Tommy. McDougal doesn't duck anything. He does what's right for business. And what's right fosr business is for him to take out Christensen before he can even get his rematch with Gaither. It's brilliant.
Tommy Veot - It may be, but...
Jaromir Pulaski (interrupting) - and if Sage doesn't accept, he's a coward!
Tommy Veot - Could I get a word in here?
Jaromir Pulaski - No. I think we've got a commercial break or something.
Tommy Veot - Well, right you are. Fans, when we return, more action right here on Authenticity!
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Jun 25, 2008 22:51:25 GMT -5
Post by AWG Staff on Jun 25, 2008 22:51:25 GMT -5
Commercials for AT&T, Diet Coke, and Energizer are shown.
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Jun 25, 2008 22:52:35 GMT -5
Post by AWG Staff on Jun 25, 2008 22:52:35 GMT -5
We return to the arena. An AWG Developmental superstar, wearing black tights with a yellow lightning bolt up the side, stands in the ring.
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 Hardcore 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.
Tommy Veot: Rumor has it that Anthony Phoenix has his eye on TC Jagger’s Triple Threat Title.
Jari Pulaski: Well don’t forget, my man Johnny Knuckles is after it too.
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.
Alexander Cain: Introducing first, from Austin, Texas, weighing 212 pounds…Anthony Phoenix!!!
The crowd cheers.
Alexander Cain: And from Albuquerque, New Mexico…Lenny Taylor!
Referee Many Herrera calls for the bell.
*DING DING*
Phoenix and Taylor circle the ring. Phoenix quickly attacks and hits a clothesline. Taylor falls to the mat and Phoenix follows up with a leg drop. Phoenix continues to work Taylor over on the mat by delivering several submission maneuvers, finishing up with an STF.
Stormin’ Norman: Phoenix totally dominating the match.
Taylor is able to grab the ropes to break the submission hold. Referee Herrera starts the 5 count. Phoenix breaks the hold just before 5 and stands up. Taylor begins to stagger to his feet, using the ropes to pull himself up. He makes it to his feet, turns around and is met with a kick to the gut, followed up with a Twist Of Fate.
Tommy Veot: Phoenix calls that move The Raise The Dead.
Taylor is laid out on the mat. Phoenix stands up and makes his way to the near corner. Phoenix climbs the turnbuckle and poses with his index and middle fingers held up like a gun and the rest laced together. He jumps and hit’s a 450 Shooting Star Press.
Stormin’ Norman: The Falling Star!
Phoenix covers and Herrera makes the count.
One…
Two…
Three!!!
*DING DING*
Alexander Cain: Here is your winner…Anthony Phoenix!
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Jun 25, 2008 22:53:40 GMT -5
Post by AWG Staff on Jun 25, 2008 22:53:40 GMT -5
As Phoenix celebrates in the ring, we cut backstage where TC Jagger is watching the action on a small television. Jagger has his Triple Threat Title slung over his shoulder as he turns around to face the camera.
Jagger: Wonderful. What a performance you put on there. It must have taken a lot of effort for you to beat up on some kid nobody’s ever heard of before.
The crowd in the background boos.
Jagger: Well Phoenix, you want a shot at this?
Jagger holds up his Triple Threat Title.
Jagger: You prove it to me. Next week, Anthony Phoenix versus the Triple Threat Champion, one on one.
The crowd pops.
Jagger: And I tell you what, since I know you can’t beat me, all you have to do is last 10 minutes in the ring, and I’ll give you a title shot at the next Pay-Per-View.
The crowd continues to cheer.
Jagger: 10 minutes, Phoenix. Until then, be prepared...you’re next on the Hit List.
The camera fades as we go to commercial.
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Jun 25, 2008 22:54:40 GMT -5
Post by AWG Staff on Jun 25, 2008 22:54:40 GMT -5
Commercials for Gatorade, Grand Theft Auto IV, and Snapple are shown.
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Jun 25, 2008 22:56:13 GMT -5
Post by AWG Staff on Jun 25, 2008 22:56:13 GMT -5
We cut back to the arena where Alexander Cain stands in the ring.
Alexander Cain: This match is scheduled for one fall…
“5 Minutes Alone” by Pantera begins to play. Jackboot enters from backstage and stops at the top of the ramp. White sparks engulf him as he drops to one knee and kisses each of his enormous biceps... (named) Justice and Order. Jackboot smiles and nods, then heads down the ramp charging to ringside. Jackboot slides under the bottom rope then paces back and forth testing out the ropes.
Alexander Cain: Introducing first…From Mannheim, Germany…Jackboot!!!
Tommy Veot: One half of the tag team champions, Jackboot sure looks ready for the man he’s about to face.
Stormin’ Norman: Jackboot, who had taken a short amount of time off during the World Title Tournament, looks more impressive than ever.
“Death March” by Black Label Society begins to play. The arena begins to fog up. Blue lights give the fog an eerie look. Travis Beckham steps out onto the stage with a towel draped over his shoulders. He stands on the stage, staring at the ring for a few moments before beginning to walk down the ramp.
Alexander Cain: And his opponent…from Boston, Massachusetts…Travis Beckham!!! Tommy Veot: Speaking of impressive, how about the tag team match that Beckham and his new partner, Nasdaq, competed in this past Sunday at Exodus?
Jari Pulaski: Yeah, but Beckham’s alone now, and we know his recent track record of singles work.
Stormin’ Norman: Still, that win over Max Power and Anthony Phoenix has to have given Beck a slight boost in confidence.
Beckham climbs into the ring and stands opposite Jackboot. Referee Abe Sanders calls for the bell.
*DING DING*
Jackboot and Beckham walk to the center of the ring and stare each other down.
Tommy Veot: Would you look at the size of these two men!
Jackboot’s enormous 6’5” frame is small in comparison to Beckham’s 6’8” stature. Honest Abe Sanders looks like a child compared to the two wrestlers. Jackboot and Beckham stand nose to nose.
Jari Pulaski: Come on! Somebody throw a punch!
Finally, Beckham rears back and throws a right. Jackboot blocks it and retaliates with one of his own. Beckham stumbles back and Jackboot continues with right hands. He backs Beckham back into the corner and delivers a shoulder to the gut.
Stormin’ Norman: Jackboot takes control early on.
Jackboot begins to stomp away at Beckham, who falls down to the mat. Jackboot continues to stomp away, delivering a size 15 boot to the face of Beckham. Referee Abe Sanders jumps ion and tells Jackboot to back off.
Tommy Veot: Sanders in there to break things up.
Jackboot steps back, obliging with Abe Sanders’ request. He quickly heads back and grabs Beckham by the back of the shirt and pulls him to his feet. Beckham uses what strength the has left to deliver a European uppercut, stunning Jackboot.
Stormin’ Norman: And Beckham with a burst of energy.
Jackboot bounces off the ropes and comes back at Beckham. Beckham attempts a clothesline, but Jackboot ducks underneath. Jackboot bounces off the other side and returns again, only to meet a kick to the gut followed up by a DDT. Beckham covers as Abe Sanders makes the count.
One…
Kickout!
Jari Pulaski: Come on! That’s not even close.
Beckham pulls Jackboot to his feet and tosses him into the corner. Beckham follows up and delivers a huge spear to Jackboot.
Tommy Veot: Ouch!
Beckham pulls Jackboot out of the corner and lifts him, hitting a sidewalk slam. Beckham covers again as Sanders makes the count.
One…
Two…
Kickout!!!
Beckham stands up angrily. He pulls Jackboot to his feet again, only to be met with a poke to the eyes. Beckham stumbles back into the corner and Jackboot gathers himself. Jackboot grabs Beckham and tosses him into the other corner. Jackboot follows up with a running corner body splash. He takes a step back and hooks Beckham’s tights, connecting with a ring shaking suplex. Jackboot goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
Kickout!
Jackboot gets to one knee and locks in a Dragon Sleeper.
Tommy Veot: He calls this move “The Gas Chamber.”
Beckham begins to fight to free himself. He gets his left arm free and begins to deliver a few punches to the back of Jackboot’s head. Jackboot releases the hold and gets to his feet as Beckham does the same.
Stormin’ Norman: Both men back to their feet!
Jackboot charges but Beckham sidesteps. He delivers an forearm to the back of Jackboot’s head and whips him into the ropes. Jackboot returns and is hit with a thunderous spinebuster. Beckham stands back up and prepares for his finisher.
Tommy Veot: Things might be nearing their end!
Jackboot staggers to his feet, turns and is met with a kick to the gut. Beckham grabs Jackboot by the leg and lifts him for the stalling brain buster, known as the Death Sentence. Jackboot uses his size to free himself and fall behind Beckham. Jackboot pushes Beckham into the ropes and delivers a huge boot to the face upon his return.
Jari Pualski: Das Boot!
Beckham falls to the mat and Jackboot quickly locks in an ankle lock. Beckham struggles to get to the ropes but Jackboot grapevines and uses his size to prevent any movement toward the ropes.
Stormin’ Norman: Beckham is in trouble!
Beckham stretches and reaches for the ropes, but can’t reach. He begins to tap on the mat as Referee Abe Sanders calls for the bell.
*DING DING*
Alexander Cain: The winner of this match…”The Machine” Jackboot!
Tommy Veot: What a match folks, we’ve got to take a break, we’ll be right back!!!
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Jun 25, 2008 22:57:02 GMT -5
Post by AWG Staff on Jun 25, 2008 22:57:02 GMT -5
Commercials for Cheez-its, Pep Boys, and Wal-Mart are shown.
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Jun 25, 2008 22:57:46 GMT -5
Post by AWG Staff on Jun 25, 2008 22:57:46 GMT -5
*We return to the arena as Tommy Veot stands in the center of the ring and the fans are going nuts. There are an abundance of "GAITHER SUCKS!" and many other anti-Gaither signs in the crowd.*
Tommy Veot: Ladies and gentlemen, How are you all enjoying Authenticity tonight?!?!
*crowd cheers*
Tommy Veot: Exodus was a watershed moment for all of us in our great sport, featuring classic matches between some of the biggest AWG superstars in the world!
*crowd cheers again*
Tommy Veot: For those that couldn't tune in to Exodus, the match that has received the most talk over the national airwaves recently was the last man standing match for the AWG World Heavyweight Title featuring Sage Christensen...
*crowd goes nuts*
Tommy Veot: ...and Jack "Golden Eagle" Gaither!
*crowd boos loudly*
Tommy Veot: Unfortunately, the match ended with one of the most shocking transformations in this company's history: an event labeled by newspapers and other media members as "The Briefcase Shot Heard 'Round the World!" With that said, I would like to introduce to you at this time, the man whose briefcase shot shocked the world: the NEW AWG World Heavyweight Champion--Jack "The Golden Eagle" Gaither!
*The crowd comes unglued with a loud chorus of boos as Black Sabbath's "Iron Man" begins to play. The brand-new AWG World Champion Jack Gaither slowly walks out--sporting a slicked back hairstyle as well as an expensive Armani tuxedo with matching suit and a black tie. The AWG World Title is on Jack's left shoulder as he approaches the ring.*
Norman Asner: Do not adjust your set! You are hearing Black Sabbath in the background instead of Queen, and you are seeing Jack Gaither in a suit instead of his traditional attire.
Jari Pulaski: Shut up Norman! Our brand-new AWG World Heavyweight Champion is in the house!
*Jack Gaither slowly enters the ring to a loud chorus of boos and grabs a 2nd microphone from the announcer's position. The music fades out, and a loud "GAITHER SUCKS!" chants ensues.*
Tommy Veot: Jack, in all my years of working for this business, I have never seen such a transformation as to what I'm seeing right now. Two weeks ago, you were an underdog hero with a fanbase bigger than anyone could imagine, but at Exodus, you changed all that when you hit Sage with a briefcase--and aligned yourself with your former nemesis Dollar McDougal. Why Jack, would you sacrifice your all-American image and stoop so low in order to claim AWG's biggest prize?
Gaither: Listen up Veot! I was working on the side of law and order every single day since day one, and what did I accomplish from it? Absolutely nothing! I was labeled as "the ultimate underdog" who had no shot at winning a damn thing; I began to realize, that the only way I'm ever gonna win something nice in my life for once, was to align myself with Dollar McDougal. If it wasn't for Dollar McDougal Thomas, you would be still calling games for that pitiful college basketball team known as the New Mexico State Aggies!
*The crowd boos Jack even louder for demeaning their hometown sports teams.*
Gaihter: You so-called Aggie fans and "Panamaniacs" have NO BUSINESS rooting for your suck-ass teams; when I had a choice to either come to this godforsaken town or another city so I can study history, I only had one thing to say: thank God I played football for the University of Houston!
*The crowd boos even louder; seconds later, a loud "SHUT THE F*** UP!" chant ensues as fans now begin to throw debris.*
Gaihter: So you see Tommy, the underdog has grown up--and now, you will be witness to the birth of the greatest alliance ever assembled in AWG history. It doesn't matter what you call us, but Dollar and I represent The Patriots of the AWG man...and quite frankly, you're not worthy enough to be a Patriot! You are not worthy of holding MY AWG World Heavyweight Title!
*Tommy moves out of the way of the flying beer cups and popcorn kernels that are now littering the ring. He is shocked by what he is seeing.*
Tommy Veot: Jack, I have to ask you one thing: do you really want to see more debris being thrown into the ring, because that's going to be your future from now on!
Gaither: Well...if you wanna throw crap at me--then so be it!
*More popcorn kernels and beer cups are thrown into the ring. Tommy prepares to leave, but he gives Jack one last warning.*
Tommy Veot: Well Jack, before I go, I'd like to tell you something: you lost the respect of those around you, you lost the respect of your friend Rob DiPietro, but most importantly, you lost the respect of the late Katherine Gaither!
*The fans cheer when Katherine's name is mentioned.*
Tommy Veot: I normally don't like to use this kind of language, but if Kathy were still alive today, she would tell you straight up to your face: *BLEEP* YOU!
*The crowd goes nuts, but just before Tommy is about to leave the ring, he is met with a spear from Jack, eliciting another loud chorus of boos. Jack begins to pummel Tommy Veot with a series of closed right fists, busting the AWG's lead commentator open. A loud "ass!" chant begins as Jack grabs a bloody Tommy Veot and applies a Samba Slam, knocking him out cold. Jack exits the ring to more booing and debris throwing as several EMT's rush to place a special neck-brace on the AWG's lead commentator before putting him onto a stretcher.*
Norman Asner: God Almighty, our new AWG World Heavyweight Champion has gone off the deep end.
Even with the brace on Veot's neck, Jack Gaither has an evil look on his face and scares the EMTs away. He looks like he is about to inflict even more damage.
Norman Asner - For God's sakes, no! Enough if enough, Jack! He's a commentator!
Before Jack can do anything else, we can hear a ton of cheers emit from the crowd.
Norman Asner - What's this?
We then can see someone running down the aisle.
Norman Asner - Who in the...oh! Rob DiPietro!
The man is Rob DiPietro, the long-time friend and Dynasty-mate of Jack Gaither.
When Gaither sees it is DiPietro, he slips back into the ring. Rob checks on Veot and gets the EMTs back around him to take him up the ramp and to the back. He then looks up at Gaither, who is smiling. Rob then slowly slides into the ring.
Norman Asner - Rob DiPietro is now in the ringt. With Jack Gaither! Dynasty is together, but will this be for the last time, Jari?
Jaromir Pulaski - I'm not sure here. What's going on?
Neither man has a microphone, and one can't be expected to read lips, but it appears that Gaither is talking to Rob as a friend...while Rob looks to be a little upset.
After quite a bit of chatter by Gaither and some cold stares by DiPietro, Jack extends his hand. The crowd boos this hand extension. Rob continues staring at Gaither...who drops his hand long enough to pick up the World Championship belt. He holds it up for Rob to see, as we can hear him now say, "This is what it's all about!"
With the belt flung over Gaither's shoulder, he again extends his hand. DiPietro's cold stare continues...but he then slowly starts to pick up his arm...before turning his back on Gaither.
Norman Asner - It looks like Rob DiPietro is giving Jack Gaither his answer right here! He does not want to shake his hand!
Gaither puts a hand on Rob's shoulder and spins him back around. He goes to point at the belt draped over his shoulder again, but Rob can be heard screaming, "Not like this, Jack!!"
The crowd cheers DiPietro's reaction now, but Jack is very upset. He gives DiPietro a shove now.
Jaromir Pulaski - Whoa! Think smart here, Jack!
Norman Asner - Jack Gaither just shoved his Dynasty-mate, Rob DiPietro!
DiPietro's cold stare turns into one of intense anger. Gaither immediately starts apologizing as he backs into the corner, all the while with DiPietro following him in.
Norman Asner - Dynasty is going to implode right here!
Suddenly, from behind, none-other-than Dollar McDougal slides into the ring and WHAM! He nails DiPietro over the back with his trusty briefcase.
Norman Asner - No! Damn you, McDougal! He's doing it again!
Gaither and McDougal begin teaming up to put the boots to Rob DiPietro as the crowd again starts to throw debris into the ring.
Norman Asner - He's doing it again, Jari! Can you believe this?!
Jaromir Pulaski - Doing what? Interfering to help Gaither fight his battles?
Norman Asner - Yes! Exactly!
Jaromir Pulaski - So what's so wrong with that?
McDougal and Gaither take turns slamming the briefcase down on the head, back, and legs of DiPietro until he, much like Tommy Veot before him, is a bloody mess. McDougal then holds DiPietro up while Gaither runs at him and drills DiPietro in the head with the World Championship belt. They then pose together as fans continue to throw trash into the ring.
Norman Asner - This is absolutely uncalled for! First Sage Christensen, who I remind you didn't HAVE to give Gaither a title shot...then Tommy Veot, who's been the biggest Jack Gaither fan in the AWG...and now Rob DiPietro, who took Jack under his wing and was like a big brother to him?! I can't believe this! Fans, I am absolutely disgusted! We'll see you next week, when hopefully Tommy can be here with us. Goodnight.
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Jun 25, 2008 23:01:48 GMT -5
Post by AWG Staff on Jun 25, 2008 23:01:48 GMT -5
THE END
Thanks to those who helped out and sent in segments.
There will be a much larger card for next week that will be posted tomorrow night.
And Jack, your penalty for whooping up on Tommy Veot is that you weren't allowed to have your jobber match. ;D
Thanks, AWG Staff
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