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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.

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Authenticity goes live on the air and not a moment later the lights in the arena go out. A familiar guitar tone echoes throughout the arena as "Sorry, you're not a winner" by Enter Shikari begins to play. The crowd goes absolutely nuts. A green spotlight shines on the entrance way and seconds later the Violent Messiah walks out dressed in a pair of jeans and an officially licensed AWG Sage Christensen t-shirt. His hair is pulled back and held there with a black bandana. He stops for a moment and looks around the arena before continuing his walk towards the ring. After getting in, a crew member hands him a mic. and the lights are brought back up. The crowd dies down as Sage begins to speak.

Sage Christensen: You know a lot of people have been asking me over the last week, why Sage why? Why would you post-pone an opportunity to win back the AWG World Heavyweight title to go one on one with Dollar McDougal?

The fans boo the mention of DMD

Sage Christensen: Well I decided to come out and answer all of you at once tonight, and it's the answer you should have all expected all along...because I can. Jack Gaither knows better than anyone else that his time as champion is quickly fading. He knows that as soon as I want it, the title will be back around my waist. He knows he has absolutely no control over the matter and at any second I could pull his card.

The fans cheer for Sage.

Sage Christensen: The title can wait, tonight is about good old-fashioned, hatred-fueled, violent revenge.

The crowd pops.

Sage Christensen: Gaither is nothing more than a pawn, but DMD, he's the brains of the operation, and I can't think of a punishment more filling than splattering those brains on this very canvas.

He stops for a moment to let the people show their support for the beating of McDougal.

Sage Christensen: Now Dollar, you of all people should know I'm always one step ahead. I know you're not scared of me, hell I'd bet my last dollar you're back there right now putting the finishing touches on some wil-e-coyote-esque scheme. Save it. Bottom line, by the end of tonight I'm going to make what you did to me at Exodus look like Mercy, then I'm going to go on to next week and return the favor to your little buddy Jack.

The crowd explodes as Sage drops the mic and hops out of the ring. "Sorry, You're Not a winner" comes back on and on his way out Sage stops along the guard rail and points out a fan with a sign reading "Thou shalt not F**K with the Violent Messiah".




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*Jack Gaither is sitting inside his brand-new office; the AWG World Heavyweight title belt is sitting on the front of the desk. Photos of Katherine and Samantha, was well as several small flags representing the U.S., Japan, Brazil, and Iraq are all on display. The crowd boos as they watch Jack relax in his chair while drinking a Mocha Frappuccino.*

JACK: Ya know, I can't believe I have to face this joker named Max Power later tonight. This guy ought to be working at a McDonald's instead of getting in the ring to face me.

*Crowd boos*

JACK: Well Max, you're just plain out of luck my friend. You see, there's only one top dog in this business, and that's me: Jack "The Golden Eagle" Gaither! After I'm through with you, your perspectives about me will change forever--as well as your physical well-being when I beat you within an inch of your life!

*Crowd boos*

JACK: Now I've got another problem, and his name is Sage Christensen. Sage, I ain't scared of you--and I'll be more than happy to kick your ass once again. I see you've got Dollar tonight one-on-one. Who will come out on top; let's just say that once Dollar gets through with you, you will not even be able to make it to your rematch with me next week. Trust me--you'll be getting out of here tonight on a stretcher: just like Veot and DiPietro!

*Samantha walks in the office.*

SAM: Jackie-boy, you're so good when you're bad.

JACK: You're damn right--and I love it too!

SAM: I heard you're going to be on this "Rush Hour" with the new number one contender for your belt.

JACK: I know...Piercy won't know what hit 'im! Sheesh...I need a beer.

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Commercials for Wal-Mart, Apple Computers, and Coca-Cola are shown.

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We return to the arena where Adam Apocalypse is entering the ring as “Paradise City” by Guns and Roses plays over the loudspeakers.

Tommy: Both these men were right in the thick of things for the triple threat title and you've got to believe that they both feel robbed.

Jaromir: Robbed? One got pinned and one stole the title to begin with. I'd say the fans are the ones getting robbed tonight; robbed of twenty minutes of their lives.

Norman: Adam Apocalypse and Lee Varitek may not be extremely decorated yet, but both of them have turned in some of the more exciting matches here in AWG thus far.

(Guernica by Brand New)

- Lights of the arena turn out, leaving only a thin strip from backstage to the ring lighted, and brightly at that. The crowd erupts as the see Lee’s head peek out from behind the curtain. His pin-straight, jet-black hair hangs freely in front of his face. After teasing the crowd for a moment or two he finally emerges. Lee makes his way down to the ring and takes focus as he springboards himself into the ring. He climbs up onto a turnbuckle and sits down, patiently awaiting the start of the match.

Tommy: It appears Lee is no longer accompanied by his cousin Cobain Hayes. Maybe the brief argument we saw earlier this week on AWG tv was greater than we initially thought.

-Abe Sanders calls for the bell and the match is underway. Adam makes his way into the center of the ring where he offers to test his strength against Poetic Justice’s. Poetic Justice holds up his hand as if he was going to oblige, but then ducks into a somersault and rolls by Adam. Once behind him he drop kicks the back of Adam’s legs sending his down to his knees. Poetic Justice then hurries back to his feet and swings his leg for a buzzsaw kick. But Adam leans forward and just barely gets out of the way.

Norman: Adam Apocalypse just barely making it out of the way there.

-Poetic Justices momentum carries him through the kick and Adam takes advantage by chop blocking his planted leg. Poetic Justice falls and Adam mounts a half crab.

Tommy: Quick turnaround here and now Poetic Justice finds himself in a boatload of trouble.

Jaromir: Locked in a submission in the middle of the ring; nowhere to go.

-Adam wrenches at the leg that he has already put some damage on as Poetic Justice looks desperately for a way out. He begins to crawl towards the ropes but can easily see that this is not an option. In addition to the already insurmountable distance, Adam drags him back into the center of the ring.

Tommy: Adam taking no chance of a rope break.

-Finally, in a last ditch effort, Poetic Justice uses all of his leg strength to send Adam flying off of the hold. He then works hard on getting back to his feet which proves to be difficult with the injured left leg. To make his rise harder, Adam recovers and hits a series of strikes to the top of Poetic Justice’s head.

Norman: Adam with excellent ring control here.

-Adam, with control of Poetic Justice, gathers himself before using his body to launch a huge Irish whip into the corner. The momentum carries Poetic Justice flipping and into an accidental tree of woe. Adam smiles as he backs up and gets a running start towards the incapacitated Poetic Justice. However, Poetic Justice pulls himself up into a sitting position just as Adam comes crashing into the now empty corner.

Tommy: Wow, what strength that took by Poetic Justice.

Norman: Not to mention the awareness.

-Poetic Justice hobbles up to his feet on the turnbuckle as Adam backs away and gathers himself. Again he comes running with a full head of steam towards Poetic Justice in the corner, but he leaps and hits a mule kick sending Adam face first into the second buckle. Poetic Justice then lands awkwardly on his leg and crumbles to the mat.

Tommy: A stunning move by Poetic Justice, but he seems to be just as hurt.

-Abe Sanders starts his standing ten count as neither men show early signs of being able to rise. At the count of 3 Adam begins to shuffle his face from the buckle and rolls over. At 5 Poetic Justice grabs a hold of the ropes and begins to pull himself up. At 7 Poetic Justice makes it back to his feet and Adam gets a vertical base.

Norman: Both men back to their feet.

-Adam takes a step forward as Poetic Justice summons all of his strengths to run with a limp forward at Adam. His slow speed allows Adam to drop his should in time and send him flying backwards. As he flips in the air, Poetic Justice lands on the turnbuckle. His leg buckles, but he gathers himself as Adam turns around, believing he’s done a satisfactory job at disposing of him.

Norman: What a display of athleticism! And Apocalypse doesn’t see it!

-Poetic Justice leaps hitting his patented 360 Moonsault, Pandora‘s Drop. As he hits Adam he falls naturally into the pinning position and Abe Sanders makes the count.

...1


...2


...3

Alexander Cain: Here’s your winner, Lee “Poetic Justice” Varitek!

Tommy: Satisfied with that match Jarhead?

Jaromir: I’ve seen better.

Tommy: And now it's time for a quick commercial break.

Jaromir: But remember coming up is the debut of "Rush Hour" and the first ever guest is going to be our world champion, Mr. Jack Gaither!

Norman: You certainly don't want to miss this, so don't go away!

-The screen shots quickly to a graphic with Pierce's face surrounded by an intricate series of roads with cars and trucks jam packed on them. In a smaller graphic in the corner is a picture of the new version of Jack Gaither, hair slicked back and in his black suit. We then go to commercial.


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The set of commercials includes one for Crest whitening toothpaste, Domino's 5-5-5 pizza deal and FX movies.

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-We return from commercial and the ring is all set up for the first edition of "Rush Hour". The regular mat has been replaced with one which has roads and highway signs drawn all over it. In the ring there is three big wheel vehicles including a convertible, a full car and a big wheel chopper. Behind the two high seated chairs is a sign which in the form of a "Now Entering" sign, announces the title of the show. A table in the middle holds Pierce's AWG tag team title belt, a microphone and roughly a dozen cans of Kraft Easy Cheese.

Alexander Cain: And now I give you the host of "Rush Hour", "The Adrenaline Rush" Pierce Cavanaugh!

-"Prayer of the Refugee" by Rise Against hits the speakers as Pierce steps out from behind the curtain onto the stage. Donning his baby blue suit, he flashes a cocky smile as the crowd dividedly cheers him on. He strolls down to the ring and enters with a flip over the top rope. As he grabs the microphone, the music dies down. The crowd follows suit.

Pierce: Welcome to "Rush Hour" I am your host, your favorite dirt bag, the most valuable cheese lover and your...future...double...champion.

-The crowd begins to cheer wildly.

Pierce: That's right, in addition to owning this bad boy right here...

-He nods quickly at the gold on his table.

Pierce: ..and soon to be the AWG world title. And my guest here tonight is none other than the man I plan to take that title from, a man who sold his soul to the devil himself for a piece of what he never could get on his own, ladies and gentlemen, I give you Jack Gaither.

-"Iron Man" by Black Sabbath hits the speakers as Jack Gaither makes it out onto the ramp as the crowd begins to boo him heavily. He smirks as he pats his title belt, which lays across his shoulders, and then makes it down to the ring and under the bottom rope. He takes his place next to Pierce in the ring as the music dies down and a ring hand hands him a microphone.

Pierce: Welcome to "Rush Hour", Jack. It is great to see you here.

-Pierce extends his hand to welcome him. Jack scoffs before shaking Pierce's hand reluctantly. He releases and wipes his hand on the chair next to him.

Pierce: I can assure you that you didn't get any cheese on your hand. It normally goes right from the can to my mouth. No need for a middle man.

-Pierce winks at him.

Pierce: But that's obviously not why you are here.

Jack: No, no it is not.

Pierce: You are here to answer a few questions about that temporary shoulder ornament that I'll be taking off you hands soon enough.

-Jack laughs.

Pierce: Okay, the first thing I think the people want to know is what made you align yourself with a man who you had such distaste for, such pure hatred for, such... well you get the point, Dollar McDougal?

-The crowd begins to give Gaither hell and he seems to love it.

Jack: Well, it was quite simple; coming out here, night after night and playing for the crowd, getting the pops, it was all great for my ego, but not so good on my record. You see, having fans in all that is great, but when you don't win the big one, it's not worth it. So, I got in touch with the Money Man with the Master Plan and got the job done.

-The crowd boos heavily.

Pierce: Ah, that brings me to my next question about Dollar.

Jack: Bring it on.

Pierce: Dollar has been notorious for dodging his opponents when it comes time for a big match...

Jack: That's a myth.

-Pierce smiles and laughs a bit.

Pierce: Okay, ALLEGEDLY, Dollar has been notorious for dodging his opponents when it comes time for a big match. My question for you is why did he challenge Sage here tonight when Sage already had a match?

-Jack looks startled by the question, but quickly tries to answer it.

Jack: Well, he obviously has some unsettled dispute with him and is looking to settle them.

Pierce: Okay, then the reason isn't say...that he's turning you into a little match dodger yourself? A loser who is afraid to fight his own fights? A phony?

-The crowd cheers as again Jack is taken back by the question. Jack then, having enough of the bantering, takes his microphone and gets a running start, leveling Pierce just above the eye. Jack knocks him down and then begins to kick him. He successfully kicks him out of the ring, where Pierce slowly makes it back to his feet. "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath plays as Pierce starts to walk up the ramp as Jack taunts him from the ring. Pierce can be heard saying "You can't run from me" and "I got it in writing". Jack yells back "Who's running", among other things.

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We cut to commercial where we see commercials for Totinos Pizza Rolls, Apple Computers and Friendly's



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We return to the arena with Tommy Veot on Camera.

Tommy Veot: Well folks, we’re going to see two champions competing here tonight. TC Jagger has challenged Anthony Phoenix to a match, where if Phoenix can last 10 or more minutes in the match, he will receive a Triple Threat Title shot.

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.

Stormin’ Norman: Phoenix is actually the first one to have issued the challenge, saying that Jagger would never be able to take his Hardcore Title. Jagger responded by making the official match here tonight.

Anthony walks in time to the music as he makes his way to the ring. He 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: I have a feeling that this is going to be one hell of a match. Phoenix with so much to prove, and Jagger with a reputation to uphold.

“Indestructible” by Disturbed begins to play. As the music hits, the lights begin to flicker from green to blue. A huge blue pyro erupts from the stage and begins to rain back down. As the pyro clears, Jagger and a female appear on stage. The female has long black hair and wears a TC Jagger t-shirt with tight jeans.

Jari Pulaski: Well, well, well. Who’s this fine young lady?

Tommy Veot: I’m not sure but it seems as if Jagger has found himself a valet.

They make their way down the ring in a cocky manner, ignoring all the fans who boo Jagger and gawk at the female. Jagger slides into the ring and faces the camera. He folds his arms and then quickly unfolds them to point to himself as green pyro shoots from the turnbuckles.

Stormin’ Norman: Well, lets see if Jagger’s new “friend” has any influence on this important match.

A giant clock appears on the MegaTron with the time of 10:00 on it. Referee Donnie Duncan calls for the bell and the clock begins to tick down toward zero.

*DING DING*

Jagger cracks his knuckles as Phoenix bounces off the ropes. They step forward and tie up. Jagger tosses Phoenix into a headlock. After a slight struggle, Phoenix bounces off the ropes and sends Jagger off. Jagger returns and is met with a clothesline. Jagger hits the mat hard.

Tommy Veot: Phoenix sends Jagger to the mat, and he’s already a minute and ten seconds into the match.

Phoenix drops an elbow and goes for the cover.

One…

Kickout!

Stormin’ Norman: I would bet that Phoenix isn’t even going for the pinfall, he’s just intelligent enough to waste more time with the pin. He’s got just over eight minutes left.

Phoenix pulls Jagger to his feet and Jagger desperately throws a thumb to the eye. Phoenix stumbles back into the corner as Jagger gathers himself.

Tommy Veot: Jagger back in control but he’s wasting precious time.

The female yells something from ringside and Jagger snaps out of his daze. He quickly goes to work on Phoenix, backing him fully into the corner with several chops before hitting one big European uppercut. Jagger quickly drags Phoenix to the center of the ring and hooks the leg.

One…

Kickout!

Tommy Veot: Not even close Jagger.

Jagger quickly stands up and pulls Phoenix with him. Jagger tosses him into the ropes and goes for a clothesline. Phoenix ducks underneath and returns with a flying elbow. Jagger is sent to the mat and angrily rolls out of the ring.

Stormin’ Norman: Jagger seems to be a little taken aback by Phoenix. He’s got to re-think his gameplan.

Tommy Veot: Well he’d better hurry, he’s down to six minutes.

The female walks over to Jagger and the two begin to talk. Jagger says something inaudible to her and she nods her head in approval.

Jari Pulaski: Well, it looks like we might see our new lady in action. Jagger seems to have given her some instructions.

Jagger slides back into the ring and instantly charges Phoenix. Phoenix ducks under a right hand and delivers a kick to the midsection. Jagger leans forward and is caught with a facebuster. Phoenix again steps away as Jagger tries to gather himself again. The female shouts at Jagger who pulls himself to his feet.

Tommy Veot: Four and a half minutes!

Jagger snaps back into it and again charges Phoenix, connecting this time, taking him down to the mat with a weak spear. Jagger and Phoenix begin to trade punches on the mat. Jagger gains the upper hand and delivers a few hard rights. Jagger stands up and pulls Phoenix to his feet.

Tommy Veot: Three-Fifteen!

Jagger lifts Phoenix and delivers a sidewalk slam. Jagger grabs Phoenix by the ankle and twists, applying the ankle lock.

Stormin’ Norman: Jagger looking to end it, but is the ankle lock enough with only just more than two minutes left?

Jagger continues to apply pressure as Phoenix begins to reach for the ropes. Jagger tightens the hold but after a long stretch, Phoenix able to grab the bottom rope. Donnie Duncan breaks the hold.

Tommy Veot: One-fifteen left and Phoenix has broken the hold.

Jagger stands up and pulls Phoenix to his feet. As he does, the female climbs the ropes and begins to distract referee Donnie Duncan.

Jari Pulaski: There she goes.

Phoenix takes a swing at Jagger but Jagger drops to one knee and delivers a low blow. Phoenix falls to the mat and Jagger hooks the leg. The female continues to distract Duncan until Jagger yells. Duncan then quickly comes over to make the count.

One…

Two…

Kickout!!!

Tommy Veot: Phoneix kicked out!!! Forty seconds left!!!!

Jagger pulls Phoenix to his feet. He sends him into the ropes and delivers a kick to the gut upon his return. Jagger sets up for the Styles Clash.

Stormin’ Norman: Twenty Five!!

Jagger goes to lift Phoenix’s legs, but Phoenix is able to keep him self free. Phoenix reverses and delivers a back body drop on Jagger. Jagger falls and pulls himself up by the ropes as the fans begin to count down.

Fans: Three…

Two…

One…

*BUZZ*

Jagger looks up as the clock hits zero.

Tommy Veot: Phoenix did it!!!

Jagger turns around disappointed, only to be met with a kick to the gut followed by a fall away stunner.

Stormin’ Norman: Last Rites!!! This match still isn’t over!

Phoenix hooks the leg and Duncan makes the count.

One…

Two…

Three!!!

*Ding Ding*

Stormin’ Norman: Not only did Phoenix last 10 minutes, he got the win as well!!!

Phoenix exit’s the ring and begins to walk up the ramp with his hands raised. He makes the signal for the bet and points back to the ring where Jagger lies nearly unconscious with his female companion tending to him.

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The camera cuts backstage where we see a group of AWG officials huddled around someone on the floor. The camera zooms in closer and we identify the downed man as Max Power.

Norman Asner: Well it appears Max Power has been attacked backstage, but he's scheduled to compete next.

All of a sudden we cut back to the arena as "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath begins to blast over to the P.A. Jack Gaither comes out to a chorus of boos with the AWG World Heavyweight Title around his waist. Oddly enough, he's not even dressed to compete. He finally gets into the ring and demands a microphone. He can barely be heard over the boos.

Jack Gaither: Ladies and gentleman, would you kindly put a sock in it, your champion has something to say.

They just get louder.

Jack Gaither: I was supposed to take on that nobody Max Power tonight, and quite frankly it would have been so easy I didn't even put my wrestling gear on, but I've been informed that he suffered an "accident" backstage so I'm demanding the ref raise my hand so I can get the hell out of this crappy city.

The fans start littering the ring with trash. Jack throws down the mic and points over to the ref who reluctantly comes over and raises his hand.

Tommy Veot: Well this is just sickening, obviously Gaither attacked Power

He gets out of the ring and makes his way to the back but halfway up he stops dead in his tracks as "Sorry, You're not a Winner" by Enter Shikari begins to play.

Norman Asner: This can't be good for the champion.

Tommy Veot: No sins go unpunished here in the AWG!

The color drains out of Jack's face as Sage Christensen steps out from behind the curtain and just stops at the top of the entrance way staring the champ down. The Golden Eagle starts slowly back tracking and when he feels he's a safe distance away(his back is against the apron) he stops. The crowd pops loud as someone hops the guard rail and gets into the ring. Sage begins to laugh and points at Jack to turn around and as soon as he does he's met with a baseball slide from the "Adrenaline Rush" Pierce Cavanaugh that sends him rolling on the ground.

Norman Asner: The number one contender is here!

Tommy Veot: It was a setup and now the champ is in trouble.

Sage turns and heads to the back as Pierce jumps on top of the champ and begins wailing away with rights and lefts. Officials quickly rush out and separate the two and as they're pulling him back Pierce motions that he wants the title. He finally turns and leaves as "Prayer for the refugee" begins to echo throughout the arena. The crowd is exploding as Gaither lays there on the ground trying to shake off the assault and telling the officials to get away from him.

We cut to commercial.

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Commercials for Home Depot, AWGshop.com, and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups are shown.

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We return to the arena.

Tommy Veot: Well folks, it’s time for our Main Event, and what a match we have in store for you.

Stormin’ Norman: Former AWG World Champion goes one on one with…

Jari Pulaski: The best wrestler AWH has to offer, Dollar McDougal!!!

Stormin’ Norman: Thank you for finishing my sentence.

The lights in the arena dim and a lone green spotlight shines down right infront of the entrance way. "Sorry, you're not a winner" by enter Shikari begins to blast over the P.A. as the words "prepare to be enlightened" flash on the screen. A short moment later Sage Christensen steps out from behind the curtain with a black towel draped over his head. He quickly and methodically makes his way to the ring with the spotlight following him the whole time. After climbing through the ropes, he tosses the towel to the outside before climbing a turnbuckle and putting his arms up to a massive pop from the fans.

Tommy Veot: Sage took this match with Dollar and postponed his mandatory re-match with Jack Gaither. That match will likely take place next week.

"Into the Lavender" by Rubyhorse now hits throughout the arena. We can see that Sage Christensen looks intensely at the entrance curtain.

Tommy Veot - And here comes his opponent now, folks. Making his in-ring return, the infamous Dollar McDougal.

Norman Asner - And just look at the look on Sage Christensen's face, Tommy. The Violent Messiah had the World Championship stolen from him back at Exodus, and he knows exactly who to blame for that.

Tommy Veot - Yes, and he's about to meet that very man right now.

Jaromir Pulaski - And he's about to LOSE to that very man right now. I'm telling you guys, Dollar's been gearing up for this for a long time.

As the music hits just the right moment, out from behind the curtain steps the man....

...the man known as "Untouchable" Jace Diggs!

Tommy Veot - Whoa! Jace Diggs?!?

Jaromir Pulaski - What the hell's he doing here?!

Norman Asner - It's UJD in the flesh, fellas!

Diggs has on the same ring attire that Dollar McDougal regularly wears and is using all the same mannerisms that McDougal is known for. Except, with Diggs, the crowd is LOVING it.

Tommy Veot - And it looks like he's still got a bit of a personality disorder going.

Norman Aser - That's right, Tommy. Let us not forget that following a Last Man Standing match with Rob DiPietro, Jace Diggs took that horrendous fall that ultimately left him with a bit of amnesia, which led to him believing he was...yes...Dollar McDougal.

Diggs makes his way to the ring while Sage is standing inside looking completely bewildered. Jace Diggs climbs up the ring steps as the crowd is going absolutely nuts for him. Diggs - in typical UJD style - looks shocked by the cheers and steps into the ring.

Tommy Veot - This is just incredible, guys. I thought we had seen the last of Jace Diggs. But here he is in the flesh. What a great moment for everyone.

Jaromir Pulaski - Screw that, Tommy. Get him out of the ring and get Dollar out here. Sage has an ass kicking coming his way!

Sage looks completely confused by Jace Diggs standing in the ring, but Jace looks ready to wrestle. With Sage not responding to this, Diggs takes a microphone as the music stops.

Jace Diggs - What's the deal? I've been watching TV this week. And every time I see the commercial for Authenticity, I see that they're promoting one hell of a main event. Sage Christensen...versus...me.

The crowd is a mixture between laughs and cheers at this point.

Norman Asner - Jace Diggs thinks that he's the one booked here tonight to face Sage Christensen!

Jaromir Pulaski - He's an idiot.

Jace Diggs - Granted, I was a little surprised because I've been away for awhile. Counting my money and hanging out with my bodyguard, Alexis...

More laughs, but they turn to boos quickly as we now see that stomping down the aisle is none other than the man who is supposed to be in this match, Dollar McDougal.

Tommy Veot - And here comes Dollar McDougal!

Jaromir Pulaski - It's about time! Get in there and get him out of your match, champ!

McDougal storms up the ring steps and enters the ring.

Jace Diggs - Who let this guy in here?

McDougal has his own microphone and quickly cuts Diggs off.

Dollar McDougal - That's it! I've seen enough! Listen, I watched you imitate me. I even saw you ride my success - my persona - to the World Title somehow. But if you even THINK for one minute that I'm going to let you come in here now and ruin my in-ring return for your own, you've got another thing coming.

The crowd is all boos now as Diggs looks beside himself. Christensen, standing in the other corner, is looking impatient.

Dollar McDougal - Now get the hell out of the ring so DMD can take care of this goof.

McDougal shoves Diggs, who refuses to back down.

Norman Asner - This is getting interesting, guys!

Diggs then suddenly shoves McDougal back.

Jace Diggs - No...you get the hell out of the ring so UJD can take care of this goof!

McDougal now looks furious. He loads up and lays a full open handed slap right across Jace's face.

Tommy Veot - Oh my! Did you hear that smack?!

The slap rocks Jace Diggs back into the corner, where he seems a bit dazed. McDougal eggs him on to come at him when...

...from behind, Sage Christensen grabs McDougal around the waist and gives him a quick belly-to-back suplex!

Tommy Veot - Sage just struck first on McDougal!

Norman Asner - Wow! What a suplex by Sage Christensen! And maybe now this match will finally get underw....

Asner is cut off quickly because...

...after standing up, Sage gets caught with a quick kick to the gut...by Jace Diggs!

Norman Asner - No! What in the world....?!?

The crowd, which had erupted only moments before, has now turned to solid boos. Diggs smiles and grabs Christensen. He then sets him up and violently hits him with the Can't Touch This!

Tommy Veot - Can't Touch this by Diggs on the Violent Messiah!

Jaromir Pulaski - I don't have a clue what's going on here, but way to go Jace Diggs!

McDougal then stands up while holding the back of his head. He shakes off the cobwebs and stares at Diggs. Dollar extends his hand, and, with very little hesitation, Jace accepts it, and they shake.

Tommy Veot - My God, this is very much like what happened at Exodus. This is unbelievable.

Diggs and McDougal then take turns pummeling the fallen Christensen. McDougal even leaves the ring and gets a steel chair, which he hands to Diggs. Jace reels back and slams the chair against the head of Christensen, busting him open.

Norman Asner - This is insane!

Tommy Veot - Yeah, this has to stop!

Jaromir Pulaski - No way! Dollar McDougal has pulled it off again! First Jack Gaither, and now Jace Diggs? This is incredible!

Diggs and McDougal pose over the prone body of Sage Christensen with equally sinister grins draped across their faces.

Tommy Veot - Dollar McDougal promised that Sage Christensen would be in no shape to face Jack Gaither for the World Title next week, and...damn it, he may have just fulfilled that promise. And Jace Diggs...what can you say about what we've just seen from him? He's certainly back to the Jace Diggs of old...and it couldn't be any more unwelcome.

McDougal and Diggs then continue pounding on Christensen a bit longer.

Tommy Veot - Guys in the truck, come on. Just kill the feed. Just kill it. Goodnight, everyone.

The scene - and the show - fade to black.

[AWG Staff]

The End

Great show guys, thanks to everyone who helped out.

And DMD, way to sneak around and pull another fast one. Welcome back Digger.

A card for next week will be up asap.

-AWG Staff

[Sage Christensen]

Nice Dollar, when you told me you had our match taken care of I knew it wouldn't disappoint but that was definitely unexpected.

Gaither and Pierce, hope y'all liked the little seg I wrote.

[Dollar McDougal]

I'm glad you guys enjoyed the little swerve. That's the real biggest reason why I was late getting my part sent in - had to clear some final stuff up with Diggs. Couldn't exactly tell you that, though. Haha.

And absolutely...welcome back, Digger!