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: McNichols Arena, Denver, CO
{Scene opens on a packed arena with screaming fans, pyrotechnic
explosions, sirens, and flashing lights going off and on.}
>>BOOTH<<
{Finally the camera heads to the ringside table with your
standard AWI Armageddon crew consisting of Raul Garcia Jr., Chris
Hairie, and Stephen Augustus.}
[Garcia]
Hello, fans, and welcome to another jam-packed house in McNichols
Arena for a hot editon of AWI Armageddon! I'm your host, Raul
Garcia, Jr. and on behalf of my colleagues Chris Hairie and
Stephen Augustus we bid you welcome.
[Hairie]
You mean Denver as in the home of the Nuggets? What the hell are
we doing here?!
[Augustus]
Chris if you don't watch what you say about the venues we visit
then our ratings are going to down faster than that Lewinsky
chick.
[Garcia]
WHOA! Back to the subject at hand. Folks, we've got a hot card
lined up for you tonight with action all over the place. We've
got Sarah Victory taking on Mara Machismo in ladies action ...
[Hairie]
The ever beautiful Sarah Victory might I add. Boy, she kicks
major butt!
[Garcia]
... also on hand we have Scott "Tank" Bradley taking on longtime
veteran Jerry Straite ...
[Augustus]
That oughtta be interesting. With Stevens at ringside things
always get pretty screwy.
[Garcia]
... also, after the terrible incident that many of you may have
witnessed on Explosion, we have Steve the Insane taking on Dr.
Hyde. That should be a spectacular match ...
[Hairie]
Since when is maiming your opponent considered spectacular? These
two should have been sent to the loony farm years ago. They're
not wrestlers, they're pyschopaths!
[Garcia]
... we also have in action tonight the newest addition to our
single division "The Canadian Sensation" Chris Sim taking on
resurgent AWI star "The Philosopher" Mikhail Tzskova ...
[Augustus]
I wonder if the now defunct International Players still have the
companionship to watch each others back? With Tzskova back you
can rest assured that the good Rev. James can't be far behind.
[Garcia]
... and in our main event we have another exciting round of
action in the North American Tag Team Title tournament. Tonight
Cross Body takes on strong new-comers, the Chaos Brothers.
[Hairie]
Oh God, I think I'm gonna puke! If they do that stupid prayer
crap at the beginning of the match I'm leaving!
[Augustus]
Raul ... is there anyway to get the Cross Body match to be first
on the card? Or even in the next ten minutes?
[Hairie]
Watch it! Robbie may have the most feared foot in wrestling, but
I'm not that far behind with the most feared steel chair in this
arena.
[Garcia]
Oh, give it rest, guys. Let's start off tonight with the debut of
another new-comer to the AWI, "Mr. NLS" Maurice Jackson. With a
special announcer that long time AWI fans will never forget. Take
it away Alan!
>>RING<<
[Alan Kinsman]
Ladies and gentlemen our first bout is for one fall with a ten
minute time limit...
{One of the busboys runs up to him and hand him an index card.}
[Alan Kinsman]
{under his breath} I have to read /THIS/? {aloud} But before we
get started let me bring to your attention our special guest
commentator for the evening. You know him. You love him. You hate
him. But it doesn't matter because he is /THE/ Man ... The One
The People Paid To See ... The Epitome of What Everyone Wants To
Be ...
[Augustus]: How much is he getting paid to say all of this?
[Garcia]: Shush.
[Kinsman]
... please welcome former AWI North American Champion ... "The
Awesome One" KERRRRRRRRRRRY MASTEEEEEEEEEEEERS!
{"Gett Off" by Prince and the NPG kicks in over the PA system as
Kerry Masters emerges from the curtains to an ovation of cheers,
and a smattering of boos from the sold out arena. Masters
confidently strides down the ramp into the ring and does a few
quick poses for the crowd as sprinklers go off forming a "1"
inside of the ring before taking his seat next to Garcia and
Hairie. After he is seated, Mike Farrell jogs to the ring and
steps into the squared circle awaiting his opponent.}
[Garcia]
Welcome aboard, Mr. Masters. It's a pleasure to have you here
with us tonight and even more of a pleasure to have you back in
the folds of the AWI.
[Masters]
It's a pleasure to be back, amongst the great competition, and
... more importantly, gorgeous female fans of the AWI!!! I'm just
glad someone in the front office likes me enough to give me a
cushy announcing job tonight ...
[Garcia]
Well, let's not keep the action any longer. But before that,
let's get a word from tonight's first new-comer "Mr. NLS" Maurice
Jackson.
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{As the tape starts rolling, we see a black screen, with a red
gash in it. The letters "NLS" appear, as Maurice Jackson walks in
from the right, in front of the screen.}
[Mr. NLS]
Ah, yeah, it's me again. Now it seems no one is interested in
feeling the effects of one of my suplexes. I wonder why? I asked
to top brass and they said, "Hey, we don't know why, but here's
some scrup to keep you occupied". That's why I'm wrestling today
... to keep the AWI free of talentless scrups.
But that still leaves the obvious question ... why is there no
one willing to face the baddest man alive in the ring? {flexes a
muscled arm} Is it because of this? Or is it because they are
simply afraid of my superior being?
A lot of people have actually asked me, the morons, why I'm so
incredible. Because I take wrestling *seriously*! I scout my
opponents. I watch my own matches to see what I did less well
than I usually do. And most importantly,I kick !
Now I don't care who you are, from Jason "Gripes of" Wrath to
"Canadian Deportation" Chris Sim. I want a credible opponent. But
I'll settle for one of you so-called AWI superstars. Anyone wanna
take this on? {points to his own body} Or do I have to force
someone into the ring?
{We fade out as Maurice gives the camera an intense look}
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[Masters]
Okay ... I /HAVE/ to comment ... watching your own matches isn't
training, NLS ... let's be honest ... it's VANITY. Now ... I'd
NEVER, EVER, watch my own matches on a little screen in my locker
room ...
[Hairie]
Wait ... you're saying that you don't watch yourself any chance
ya get?
[Masters]
Nooooo ... I'm saying I have a wall-sized TV in the comfort of my
own home to watch myself with ... it's amazing how good I look on
a projection TV ...
>>RING<<
[Kinsman]
And making his AWI Armageddon debut ... weighing in at 240 lbs.
... standing 5'9" ... the master of the Northern Lights Suplex
..."Mr. *N* *L* *S*...MAURICE JACKSON!!!
{Jackson make his way to ringside with a smirk on his face
exuding confidence as he steps up onto the apron.}
[Kinsman]
Your official for this bout is Bill Banister.
[Garcia]: Looks like you get a chance to see our ever
growing light heavyweight division, Mr. Masters, as Maurice
Jackson makes his AWI debut.
[Masters]: Man ... I didn't know the AWI was so hard-up on
light-heayweights ... this NLS guy can't be more than 12 or
13 ... oh ... I see... he's about as /TALL/ as a 12 or 13
year old ... I see now ...
[Hairie]: Maurice Jackson is /DEFINITELY/ more of a threat
than a 12 year old ...
[Masters]: That doesn't say a whole lot, Chris ...
{Jackson makes a couple of lunges at Farrels legs to see if he's
game, Farrel obviously not into the mat wrestling.}
[Hairie]: Ya know, to be "The Awesome One", you're kinda
shorter than I imagined, Kerry.
[Masters]: Not where it counts, Chris ... not where it
counts!
[Augustus]: Mr. Masters, please pay him no mind. He gets
that way when he hasn't had his medication.
{Jackson hits Farrel with a running clothesline.}
[Garcia]: Jackson not on any medication as he totally
*EXPLODES* on Farrel!
{He follows that up with an irish whip, into a belly to belly
suplex.}
[Garcia]: Jackson not wasting anytime showing his moves off.
[Hairie]: Ya know, considering Farrel is a big fat load of
goo, Jackson is looking pretty good in there. NOW LET'S SEE
SOME BLOOD!
[Masters]: Nah ... I don't think Mighty Mite in the ring
there is going to go hardcore on us anytime soon ...
{Jackson lifts Farrel up, but Farrel blocks him with an eye rake;
he goes for an Irish whip into the far corner, but Jackson
reverses it and follows up with a jumping Avalanche into the
corner.}
[Garcia]: Surprising move for this light heavyweight.
[Masters]: No ... if he would have done a triple somersault
first and gotten pizza in the air and /THEN/ did the
avalanche it would have been a surprising move for a light
heavyweight ... That's a surprising move for one of the
WarBirds ... no, wait ... the WarBirds can do that better
also ...
[Augustus]: Actually, Kerry ... I'd guess that Jackson is
showing he can execute any maneuver. I've seen power moves,
aerial maneuvers ...
[Garcia]: And Jackson with a Front Face Neckbreaker that
has Farrel out in the middle of the ring ...
[Augustus]: And now he shows he's a technician. I'm
impressed.
[Masters]: Hey ... he showed that he could reach all the way
up /TO/ Farrell's neck ... Now /THAT/ impresses me!!!
[Garcia]
{Jackson lifts him to his feet, and delivers a belly to back
suplex. He then draws his thumb across his throat, with a wicked
smile.}
[Garcia]: This could be it -- his Northern Lights Suplex
finisher -- and THERE it is! Bannister with the count ...
and it's all over.
[Masters]: Yes ... and Mighty Mite gets to go home with a
win ... short people around the world are rejoicing as we
speak ...
[Garcia]: Masters ... I have to ask ... do you have
something against Jackson? Your commentary has been less
than polite.
>>BOOTH<<
[Masters]
Not at all ... I'm being paid right now to, basically, be funny.
Jackson happens to be a big source of commentary. Unfortunately
that's about all you'd describe about him as "big" ... but we all
can't be six feet tall, I guess. Seriously, he's a great athlete,
that gave us a great opening match ...
[Hairie]
Aw, come on. This is the only week we've ever had a match where
the loser didn't get carted off to open the show. What's up with
that!?
[Augustus]
Maybe some of our athletes like to wrestle as opposed to flooding
our hospitals with avoidable bodies.
[Hairie]
Bite me, Augustus!
[Garcia]
Folks we're going to take a quick commercial break and when we
return we'll chat with "The Awesome One" Kerry Masters a little
bit and then head to the ring for a showdown between The AWI's
own enigma Sarah Victory and Cross Body's Mara Machismo. Stay
tuned for more AWI action on Armageddon!
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[Garcia]
So Mr. Masters, what exactly have you been doing in your hiatus
from the AWI?
[Masters]
C'mon, Raul ... that's a bit personal ... noone wants to kiss and
tell ... oh, you asked /WHAT/ I was doing. A little tour of the
FWA, R.I.P. ... announcing in USeW ... checking out the
independents ... but none of it was like AWI action!
[Hairie]
{whispering to Augustus} Yeah right -- I bet he couldn't take the
heat so he got out of the kitchen.
[Augustus]
Why not whisper that to Raul over there. Next to Mr. Masters.
Real nice and loud.
[Garcia]
However unfortunate it may be that you left, we are just as
fortunate that you decided to return. Best of luck to you Mr.
Masters -- then again, as if you need it. Fans, let's head to our
next bout. As we said before the break we have Sarah Victory
taking on--
>>AISLE<<
{A chorus of boos start up ast the fans spot Sarah Victory making
here way to ringside before she is even anounced. She has a mic
in her hand.}
[SV]
Hey Mara! You know I looked up macho in the dictionary and ...
{Sarah Victory just shakes her head and finishes her statement
sullenly} Forget it ... let's just get this over with. {Sarah
flips the mic to the floor and takes off her jacket.}
[Garcia]: What was that all about? She started as if she had
something to say about Machismo and then just cut herself
off in mid sentence. How strange.
[Masters]: Maybe that eye trouble kicked in again ... you
know that anybody that dates Robbie Stevens /MUST/ have an
advanced case of cataracts or something ...
[Hairie]: Who cares? As long as she take up as much camera
time as possible, I'm happy. Get a load of those ...
[Augustus]: Hairie!
[Hairie]: ... feet! I was looking at her feet!
{"Nu Thang" by Kirk Franklin cues up over the PA system and Mara
Machismo makes her way to the ring amidst the cheers and applause
from the fans.}
[Garcia]: Needless to say Mara Machismo is on her way to the
ring ... it's refreshing to see someone so deeply immersed
in religion in our day and age. Don't you guys think so?
[Masters]: I refuse to make any statement until I know
whether or not her husband's within earshot.
[Augustus]: Uh ... no comment here.
[Garcia]: Anyway .. Machismo in the ring now and turns to
the corner for her prayer before each match. I wonder if
Victory will take this moment to cheap shot her?
[Hairie]: Could you blame her? Nobody told 'Machismo Hey! Be
stupid and turn your back on the most vicious woman in
wrestling!' Now did they?
[Garcia]: Surprisingly, Victory does *not* cheapshot her,
and we have a clean start.
[Masters]: She can't be part of Team Stevens ... Robbie'd
cheapshot somebody praying, using the bathroom ... sleeping
... I would say "during sex", but ...
[Augustus]: Mr. Masters ... family show.
[Masters]: Oh ... never mind.
{As soon as Bannister signals for the bell, Victory is after
Machismo -- a karate punch is parried by Machismo, who returns
fire with a savate kick. Victory gets back up, and this time
Machismo catches her with a *hard* karate kick to the mouth.}
[Augustus]: I think Victory has underestimated Machismo. The
martial arts seem to be a part of Machismo's arsenal as
well.
[Garcia]: Victory charges in ... AND MACHISMO CATCHES HER
SQUARE ON THE BRIDGE OF THE NOSE WITH A SPINNING BACK
FIST!!! Good Lord, Victory is already bleeding and we're not
even a minute into the match!
[Masters]: Ewww ... in the words of the Philosopher ... "Not
in the face ... please not in the face ..."
[Hairie]: Oh my GOD! She's hurt Sarah! You Bi--mphhh!
[Augustus]: Don't even try it Hairie. This ain't South Park.
[Garcia]: The crowd with Machismo solidly now ...
{Victory turns the tide with an eye rake, and retaliates with a
flurry of palm thrusts. Victory goes for another karate kick, but
Machismo sidesteps the kick and drops her with a reverse DDT.}
[Garcia]: REVERSE DDT!!! She has Victory scouted extremely
well for this match. It looks like we could have an upset in
the making!
[Masters]: Well, c'mon ... it's not like Victory has the
brightest mind in wrestling on her side ... how can you
trust a guy that's hit his own TEAMMATES with the Wicked
Awesome Superkick more than his enemies?
{Machismo goes for an elbowdrop on Sarah Victory, but Victory
rolls out of the way; as the women get to their feet, she
counters with a spinning back fist of her own -- but Machismo
ducks it and returns fire with Enziguri kick. Victory gets back
to her feet quickly, and hits Machismo with a roundhouse kick,
followed by a palm thrust right between the eyes.
[Augustus]: I think Victory is seeking vengeance for the
bloody nose Machismo gave her earlier. This match is more
reminiscent of a Bruce Lee fight than a wrestling match.
[Hairie]: Excuse me. Did you just say Machismo was on her
knees?
[Masters]: Hairie, Hairie, Hairie ... you have to let the
obvious spots go by. Leave those for the amateurs.
{Victory pulls Machismo up, but Machismo drops back down and
nails Victory with a jawbreaker.}
[Garcia]: What a move! She pulled it from nowhere!
[Augustus]: Excellent counter from a very precarious
position by Machismo. It's not often that you wind up
fighting your opponent from your knees in this sport.
[Hairie]: WHAT!? What show have you been watching!?
[Garcia]: No pinfall attempts so far -- it would seem these
two women are trying to *beat* the other into submission.
{Another elbow drop by Mara, but she misses her target; Victory
up and quick to take advantage of the opportunity with a side
kick, then a savate kick, and then unleashing a volley of rapid
kicks that backs Machismo into the corner.}
[Garcia]: Victory unrelenting in her assault with her feet
as she wails away on Mara in the corner with kicks to the
stomach, arms, face, and whatever she can hit!
[Augustus]: I'm sure of it now. This was supposed to be
billed as the Martial Arts match up of the decade! We
dropped the ball on that one.
{Hip toss attempt by Victory is reversed by Mara.}
[Garcia]: Now Mara putting the boots to Sarah who is
covering up on the canvas. Mara helps her up ... sends her
for the ride into the ropes ... VICTORY WITH AN AWESOME DROP
KICK AS SHE RETURNS!!!
[Masters]: Raul ... do /NOT/ refer to anyone aligned with
Team Stevens as "Awesome" in any sense. I /WILL/ sue to
enforce the copyright in that case!
[Hairie]: Oh whatever! Let's go Sarah let's go! {clap, clap}
[Garcia]: Sarah going back to old reliable ...
{Sarah tries for another roundhouse, sidestepped by Machismo
again, who then levels her with an Enziguri kick. She picks
Victory up and plants her with a belly to back suplex.}
[Garcia]: Textbook form by Machismo on that suplex!
[Augustus]: Now we have a wrestling match on our hands.
{Mara picks Sarah up, but a savate kick by Victory catches her
off guard; this is followed by another flurry of kicks, climaxing
with an axe kick to the back of the neck.}
[Garcia]: And there's the AXE KICK!! OUT OF NOWHERE!!!
Bannister with the count: 1 ... 2 ... 3! She got her! Sarah
Victory scores the pinfall victory over Mara Machismo! What
a great match ... Victory not even waiting to get her hand
raised in victory as she slides under the ropes to head back
to the locker room area.
>>BOOTH<<
[Hairie]
Why stick around? She already stuck it to Machismo. Victory knows
she's the top dog in the AWI and that belt is definitely coming
her way after International Incident is over with.
[Masters]
You're forgetting one thing ... she's stuck it to everyone
/EXCEPT/ the one that matters ... the Fallen Angel. Until such
time, I'm putting my money on the beautiful champ with the
unfortunate color blindness ...
[Augustus]
I'll have to go on record as saying that Sarah Victory never
impressed me from the beginning. She always has some short cut or
underhanded tactic up her sleeve to win a match. This is the
first victory I've seen Victory get without some sort of blatant
interference.
[Garcia]
Needless to say, a win is a win and Ms. Victory has just that ...
a victory. Folks, let's go ahead and go back to the ring for our
next match. We have scheduled tonight Chris Sim, now on his own
due to the failed project of the International Players, taking on
another AWI returnee 'The Philosopher' Mikhail Tzskova. Let's go
to the ring!
>>RING<<
[Kinsman]
Ladies and gentlemen our next bout is for one fall with a ten
minute time limit. Introducing first from Ontario, Canada ...
weighing in at 230 lbs., he stands 5'10 ... "The Canadian
Sensation" CHRIIIIIIIIIS SIIIIIIIIIM!!!
{Sim jogs down to the ring with no music whatsoever. Only the
cheering of fans and a big grin on his face.}
[Hairie]: I'd be grinning too if I lost that much weight.
[Garcia]: What? What are you talking about now, Hairie?
[Hairie]: Sim. Since he dropped Mendoza he's lost about 249
pounds and looks a helluva lot better!"
[Augustus]: As if. I think Sim and Mendoza are both better
off without each other. Not for the fact that they weren't
a good tag team ...
[Hairie]: They were a BAD tag team. They SUCKED! Mendoza was
a liability! SIM RULES THE WORLD!!!
[Augustus]: ... as I was saying before, I think their
strengths are better utilized as singles wrestlers.
[Garcia]: An argument could go both ways. One could say they
were young and needed time to develope. Or you could go the
other way and say their styles, not to mention
personalities, clashed too much to be a successful tag team.
Anyway, let's get to the action as "The Philosospher" is
introduced.
[Kinsman]
His opponent ... standing 6'1 and weighing in at 255 lbs. ...
hailing from Estonia ... "The Philospoher" MIKHAIL
TZSKOVAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
{The fans erupt in a chorus of boos as they await the emergence
of The Philosospher. After about twenty seconds there is no sign
of the Philosopher.}
[Garcia]: Fans, it looks like there is no sign of The
Philosopher. He hasn't made his entrance yet, and there
doesn't seem to be anyone coming down the ramp.
[Hairie]: TOLD YOU! HE FEARS SIM!!! THAT'S ALL THAT IS! I'M
CALLING IT RIGHT NOW! SIM IS THE NEXT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!
[Augustus]: Since when did you ever cheer for the good guys?
You do realize Sim is a one of the AWI's favorite sons don't
you?
[Hairie]: What? I heard he bashed Mendoza over the head and
they broke up! What do you mean he still a pansy! Take back
everything! He's still Chris Simpleton if he's siding with
Mendoza!
[Garcia]: There's the bell -- Curtis Keyes must have started
the match. He's laying down the count.
[Masters]: This shouldn't be a surprise ... the Flock is
nothing unless it's two or three on one ... then again, it
takes all of them to put down any kind of AWI superstar, so
that shouldn't be a surprise.
[Augustus]: Wait a minute. There seems to be someone behind
the curtain.
>>AISLE<<
{It's Carlos Mendoza, standing at the top of the ramp looking
around.}
[Hairie]: YEAH! Come on down and kick that traitor's ass
Mendoza! Nobody deserves what he did to you! Kill Him!
{Mendoza looks to the ring and shrugs his shoulders to Sim who in
return shrugs back.}
[Garcia]: Well, Keyes has reached ten, and no Philosopher.
The ref has no choice but to award this bout to Chris Sim
via count out. I guess The Philosopher really isn't here.
[Augustus]: I believe Mendoza was looking for him backstage
and may have been providing back up for Sim in case Tzskova
decided to have 'class' tonight.
[Masters]: Man ... that just screams for a "Tzskova has no
class" comment ... but I just can't think of one ... this
sucks!
{All of a sudden, the videoscreen changes from the Sim logo to
that of the "Philosopher" Mikhail Tzskova standing in a room
simply FILLED with candles. Tzskova has needle and thread, and is
sewing something into his velvet sash. He looks up at the camera,
and begins.}
[Tzskova]
You might be wondering where I am at this moment, Mr. Sim. You
might be asking yourself why the Teacher isn't there to put you
to the Tests.
The answer is actually very simple: I AM THERE. You simply do not
know where I am. I may not confront you there in the ring, I may
not confront you outside the ring tonight, but I will eventually.
It is all part of the Tests. These are the same Tests that
Justice has almost completed, and the same ones where Jerry
Straite has just begun. Do you want to become my Student as well
... like ... {He holds up the sash, and the letters "TAOKM" has
been sewn on it.} I believe you do know who this is. Brother Sim
... there comes a Reckoning. You are a part of it. Prepare.
>>BOOTH<<
[Masters]
I've had women want souveneirs from their time with me, but he's
taking it to a far too unhealthy level. But then again, we all
know what revenge is ... and he may need those initials to
remember what hit him.
[Garcia]
Well, I guess that brings us to the next match which pits Scott
"Tank" Bradley against the longtime veteran Jerry Straite ...
[Hairie]
"Longtime"? Straite is so old he swapped gladiator trading cards
with Jesus!
[Augustus]
Oh, brother. Here we go again.
[Masters]
Actually ... that's pretty funny ... Straite'll kick your butt
for it ... but it's still pretty funny.
[Garcia]
Fans, let's get some words from Tank Bradley and the perpetual
mouth Robbie Stevens before the scheduled next bout.
[Hairie]
Wait, I got another one. Straite is so old he still drives a
horse and buggy to work each day!
{silence}
[Hairie]
Oh, go to the clip!
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{Cut to the locker room where Robbie Stevens and Tank Bradley are
standing by. Robbie is sitting in front of a monitor with a
notepad writing stuff done. Bradley is finishing taping up his
wrists and starts pounding his fist into his other hand.}
[Robbie]
{watching the monitor} I can't believe this ... {notices the
camera} You know, right now I'm really distracted. Last Explosion
... don't get me started on last Explosion. In fact, I think I'll
make my thoughts on the next show. Now, as much as I would like
to make fun of Geriatric Straite ... I'm not focused on this, so
I'm gonna let the big guy take care of this ...
[Tank]
You know, Jer-assic Straite ...
[Robbie]
I like that one ... {Robbie writes that down on the pad}
[Tank]
I know the mind is going, old man. Let me take you back to Spring
Stampede. Let me take you back to me picking you up and throwing
your rotting old carcuss over the top rope and eliminating you
from the match. Straite, I manhandled you just like I manhandle
everyone I get in the ring with! You ask Springheel, if you can
get a coherent sentence out of him! You ask Peirsall about me
after I nearly broke his neck! You ask Justice about me after I
laid him out! You ask the big bad War Machine after I powerbombed
him practically through the canvas!
[Robbie]
And ask Roadhouse Chad Swayze too!
[Tank]
Straite, I know you're a proud Canadian, but after the beating I
put on you, they're gonna rethink that whole National Health Care
idea after I put the biggest drain of their economy in past 40
years. You want a piece of the kid, you gotta go through me. And
your little quest starts and ends with the Tank!
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Jerry Straite vs Tank Bradley with Robbie Stevens
[Garcia]: Folks, we have the match under way as Curtis Keyes
is officiating this bout, since his last match was a cake
walk.
[Masters]: Hey ... I wouldn't complain if I were getting
paid to count to ten ... ya know ... that's not a bad idea,
thinking about it. I wonder how I'd look in stripes ...
{Bradley starts off the match by charging in and grabbing Straite
in a head vise, which Straite is quick to escape.}
[Augustus]: Straite's no small man, but I seriously doubt he
wants to match muscle with Bradley being one of the AWI's
true strong men.
[Masters]: Hey, he can do it, for he's pure at heart, and as
such must always win ... plus, he's smart enough to actually
wrestle that moving wall Robbie calls a bodyguard.
[Garcia]: True enough.
{Straite locks Bradley into a half nelson, swings around behind
him to turn it into a full nelson; he releases that to hip toss
the big man to the mat}
[Hairie]: Oh, great! Straite wants to put him to sleep with
the most boring crap he can think of ... scientific
wrestling!
{Bradley back up and charges into a bodyslam by Straite; as the
big man gets back up again, Straite locks on a half nelson to
slow him down.}
[Masters]: Well ... this is how you beat the big man ... you
keep him unbalanced and on the mat. Or you try to explain
the quadratic formula to him. He's not the quickest engine
in the garage, so that'd confuse him enough for a quick pin.
[Augustus]: Not a bad idea by Straite to keep Bradley
unbalanced -- this way he can concentrate on his game plan
and neutralize Bradley's power advantage.
[Garcia]: Until Bradley shrugs him off, like just now!
{Bradley overpowers Straite and scoops him up for a bodyslam. He
then slaps on a side headlock; Straite maneuvers around into a
hip toss.}
[Garcia]: You've got to give credit to the wiley veteran.
He won't let Tank get a good hold of him for long.
[Hairie]: Wiley? I call it fear. Straite talks a big game
but he's nothing more than a crippled old geezer.
[Masters]: Hey, Hairie ... you know I'm recording all of
this for Jerry, right?
[Hairie]: {taken aback} Well ... I ... well ... ummm ...
[Masters]: Gotcha!
[Garcia]: Fear, wiley -- doesn't matter because he's got
Bradley sewn up into a half nelson again ... now into a
full nelson again. Straite REALLY frustrating the big man.
Uh oh. What is this? I see the Jade Tiger coming down the
ramp to the ring ...
{The fans start booing like mad as the Tiger walks down the ramp
smiling wildly. But just as he reaches the bottom of the ramp
Steve the Insane comes barreling through the curtains with a
steel chair in hand.}
[Garcia]: LOOK OUT!!! HERE COMES STEVE THE INSANE!! AND HE
IS NOT HAPPY!!! THE TIGER IS RUNNING DOWN AND AROUND THE
RING WITH STEVE IN HOT PURSUIT! ROBBIE TAKES OFF AS WELL TO
AVOID THE INSANE ONE!
[Augustus]: I'll go on record as saying Straite is the
breath of fresh air the AWI needs. With all of the high
flyers, powerhouses, psychopaths, and brawlers we have, it's
a joy to see true mat skills in action. *This* is wrestling.
That is insane!
[Hairie]: No! *THIS* is boring! Come on Robbie do
something! Good grief I'm falling asleep over here! Hit him
with the Wicked Awesome Superkick!
[Masters]: How can you say it's boring? We have the Indy 500
going on at ringside!!! And Jade Tiger's in the lead by a
nose followed closely by Robbie ... Steve's starting to lag
behind ... hey, I wonder how grateful Steve'd be if I stuck
my leg out when they run around that corner again?
[Augustus]: The Tiger hightails it back up the ramp as
Robbie ducks under the ring. Hmph. So the little mouse does
have a home.
[Garcia]: Bradley really struggling with this full nelson by
Straite ... the veteran may be old but he's still got some
power in him. Bradley can't figure this hold out to save his
life.
[Masters]: Raul ... Bradley can barely figure out thumb
wrestling to save his life ... this is quantum physics for
Tank!
[Garcia]: Bradley finally says to heck with it and just
powers out of the hold ... now wait a minute -- what the
heck is Stevens doing? He's up on the apron ... Keyes gets
him down immediately ... but Straite took his eyes off of
Bradley for just a moment and now he's in trouble.
[Hairie]: Do something scientific NOW Straite!
{Bradley mows down Straite with a vicious clothesline, then lifts
him up and head butts him back to the canvas; he repeats this
but this time Jerry doesn't go down -- instead, he fires back
with a hard right hand, then bodyslams Tank.}
[Augustus]: Straite refusing to let Bradley get the upper
hand. He realizes if Bradley gets a hold of him it may be
over.
[Garcia]: A fuming Tank Bradley rushes at Jerry Straite ...
goes for another clothesline ... Straite ducks ... AND LOCKS
ON A SLEEPER!!! Bradley is in the middle of the ring!
Nowhere to go! Robbie is beside himself on the outside ...
Bradley is down on one knee ...
[Hairie]: No way! This can't end like that!
[Masters]: Oh, yes it can ... Straite's won World Titles
with that sleeper ... putting down the Jolly Green Giant
there isn't going to be a problem!!!
[Garcia]: Keyes checks once ... twice ... Robbie's on the
apron ...
[Augustus]: I don't believe it.
[Garcia]: That's it! Bradley is out! Jerry Straite just put
tank Bradley to sleep, ladies and gentlemen. The big man is
knocked out!
>>BOOTH<<
[Augustus]
Looks like the Jade Tiger may have upset the wrong game plan
tonight as Stevens and company got caught by surprise. I think we
may have seen the last of the Jade Tiger interfering with matches
tonight.
[Hairie]
If you think that then you'll by this really neat bridge in
Brooklyn I'll unload for cheap. It takes more than a steel chair
to stop the Tiger. After all, Steve the Insane isn't nearly as
dangerous as the Crow.
[Garcia]
Well, we'll have to see about that. Folks, we're going on another
break before we get to our next bout. Interestingly enough, it
features Dr. Hyde vs. none other than our resident chair wielding
psychopath, Steve the Insane.
[Augustus]
Excuse me but that's 'Dr.' Steve the Insane.
[Garcia]
Okay, *Dr.* Steve the Insane. Fans, we'll be right back! Don't go
away!
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COMMERCIALS
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[Garcia]
Alright, fans, let's go ahead and get to the next match up which
should be a real barnburner. We have Dr. Steve the Insane taking
on none other than Dr. Hyde. Between the two of them I can only
wonder how this match is going to end. With a clear cut victory
or with both men a bloody pulp in the center of the ring.
[Hairie]
I'm putting my money on the psychopath.
[Augustus]
Which one? Earlier you said they were both looney as a toon.
[Hairie]
BOTH of em! That way I can't lose.
[Garcia]
Well, let's go to the ring as both men are already in the squared
circle awaiting the bell. Looks like Bannister is back for this
one.
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Steve the Insane vs Dr. Hyde
[Garcia]: And there's the bell!
{Dr. Hyde starts right off with a single leg takedown to Steve,
and drops a quick elbow while he's down. He picks Steve up and
goes for an Irish Whip, but Steve just shoves him away.}
[Hairie]: Awwww. Poor baby don't wanna wrestle with his
girlfriend hurt. SUCK IT UP YOU BIG COWARD! IT'S YOUR FAULT
SHE'S HURT!!
[Masters]: Maybe I do need to record all of this for other
people ... like, I dunno ... Steve ... to check out later.
[Hairie]: Now I don't see where that's necessary ...
{Hyde lays Steve flat with a clothesline, and goes for a knee
drop, but Steve lifts his foot and catches him flush in the face
on the way down. Both men rise, and Hyde tries another leg
takedown ... but Steve nails him with a right hand to the jaw,
and then another, then he just tosses Hyde through the ropes to
the floor outside.}
[Garcia]: Hard landing by Dr. Hyde!
[Augustus]: Okay, let's just throw the rules out the window
now. Hairie, you still got that sheet of plastic?
[Garcia]: What's Steve doing? He's running towards the ropes
... GOOD LORD! Steve the Insane just launched himself over
the top rope down onto Hyde -- Hyde tried to catch him, but
there's no WAY he could withstand the impact of a 270+ pound
plus missile!
[Hairie]: Wow! This might be a good match after all. Now
that Hyde is outside getting pummeled, maybe we'll see his
better side'!
{Ref on 1 ... Steve picks the Doctor up and tries to slam his
head into the ringpost, but Hyde blocks it and does the same to
Steve. He follows up with a headbutt.}
[Garcia]: Uh-oh! He's SNAPPED! Hyde with lefts and rights to
Steve the Insane's face, head, chest, and stomach -- just
WAILING away on him!
{Ref on 2}
[Augustus]: From one extreme to the other. I think Hyde
really needs some serious help before he hurts himself.
[Masters]: Yeah ... he might hurt his knuckles repeatedly
striking them against Steve's face like that ...
{Hyde picks up Steve and tries to whip him along the apron,
but Steve grabs a monitor cable from the press booth and smacks
Hyde with the monitor.}
[Garcia]: Nevertheless ... wha-- Steve the Insane just
PLANTS Dr. Hyde over the head with one of our monitors!
Hyde is busted open! He's bleeding profusely!
{Ref on 3}
[Hairie]: HELL YEAH!!! THAT'S WHAT I PAY TO SEE!!! HIT HIM
AGAIN YOU FRUITCAKE!!!
{Steve grabs Hyde and slams his head into the ringside pole.}
[Garcia]: Steve apparently looking for the monitor again
... but Hyde just turns around ... and slaps on a sleeper
outside the ring!
{Ref on 4}
[Augustus]: I question the idea behind a sleeper on the
outside of the ring. What if they both get counted out
before Steve goes down?
{Ref on 5}
[Garcia]: Good point, as Steve the Insane is definitely
struggling to get free. We may very well have a double
countout.
[Hairie]: Leave it to Hyde to turn a good thing into a bad
one. Other than himself that is.
{Ref on 6}
[Garcia]: Hold everything, Steve the Insane just broke
free ...
{Steve nails Hyde with a hard right hand, then downs him with a
DDT to the outside of the ring. He picks Hyde up.}
[Garcia]: LOOK OUT!
{He slams Hyde's head onto the ringside table; Hyde fires back
with a double axehandle to the Steve's head. Ref on 7.}
[Augustus]: Alright, now this is a little too close for
comfort. There's blood on my coffee cup!
[Masters]: Yeah ... but it does bring new meaning to the
term "Action so real you can almost touch it" ...
{Steve retaliates with a kick; Hyde nails him with a belly to
belly suplex.}
[Garcia]: BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Where did THAT come
from!? Hyde stomping away on Steve the Insane ... Steve
makes his way to his feet ...
{Ref on 8}
[Garcia]: And they're back into the ring -- looks like
we won't have a double countout here tonight, fans. The
action goes on.
[Hairie]: NOW THROW HIM BACK OUT AND START ALL OVER AGAIN!
COME ON GUYS I WANT MY MONEY'S WORTH!!!
[Masters]: Weren't you just complaining about them being out
here a second ago? Make up your mind, dude ...
{Hyde catches Steve with a drop toe hold as he gets back in the
ring, and twists it into a figure four leg lock.}
[Garcia]: Steve in a great deal of pain as the Victorian
really lays back into that leglock.
[Augustus]: Maybe he's reverted back to normal or maybe he
just wants to hurt Steve, but I think Hyde is going back to
wrestling skills as opposed to blood letting skills.
[Garcia]: Steve finally manages to grab the ropes ... and
what is this???
{Camera shot of Jade Tiger walking to ringside grinning widely as
he points at Steve the Insane.}
[Hairie]: Here we go! None of that racing crap this time. I
wanna see the Tiger bounce the old pogo stick on Steve the
nutso skull.
[Garcia]: Steve definitely sees The Tiger and climbs the
turnbuckle and starts motioning for The Tiger to come on
down to the ring ... uh-oh! Here comes Dr. Hyde from behind!
[Masters]: Surprising ... Hyde always struck me as one of
the "goodie goodie" types ... yes, he could get hardcore,
but never /SNEAKY/.
[Hairie]: Oh ... and you're never sneaky ...
[Masters]: Of course not ... you see my fist heading for
your groin coming straight ahead of you ...
{Steve slowly gets down, then spins and catches the Doctor with a
boot to the midsection ... he picks up Hyde by the waist and
falls backwards, dropping him facefirst onto the top turnbuckle.}
[Garcia]: AND THERE'S THE FRONTAL LOBOTOMY!!! STEVE WITH THE
COVER ... 1 ... 2 ...
[Hairie]: Well, so much for that. It was fun while it
lasted.
[Garcia]: HYDE KICKS OUT!!! INCREDIBLE! DR. HYDE KICKED OUT
AFTER ALL OF THE PUNISHMENT HE'S TAKEN!!! Now what is this?
{As Dy. Hyde kicks out of the pinfall attempt, paper starts to
fall from the ceilng of the arena and scatters all over the ring
and the crowd.}
[Garcia]: These appear to be pictures of Angela Dante and
Dream Succubus!
[Masters]: DAMMIT!!! ANGELA'S GOT CLOTHES ON!!! Man ... we
can never get lucky!
[Garcia]: What? Oh, no -- fans, we have pictures of Dream
Succubus powerbombing Angela Dante onto the concrete falling
from the ceiling.
[Augustus]: We're not the only ones who have them. Look.
[Garcia]: STEVE THE INSANE IS LIVID! He leaps out of the
ring and is in hot pursuit of The Jade Tiger, who is making
for higher grounds, Dr. Hyde is left alone in the ring as
Bill Bannister issues the count. Looks like another countout
victory on the card tonight! How tasteless is this --
imagine the nerve to drop pictures of that gruesome attack
down into the ring for Steve the Insane to see.
[Hairie]: Looks like it worked to me. Steve lost it even
more so than usual. If he woulda just kicked some butt when
he had the chance, Dante wouldn't got planted like a flower.
Serves him right!
[Masters]: Chris ... I can outrun Steve ... I'm not sure if
you can say the same thing ...
>>BOOTH<<
[Garcia]
Folks, we're going to take a quick break and when we return we'll
have the second round of our North American Title Tourney
featuring Cross Body and The Chaos Brothers. Don't you dare go
away!
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COMMERCIALS
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{We come back with a shot of "Mr. NLS" Maurice Jackson, who is by
himself sitting in the lockerroom, watching a tape of his earlier
match. He appears angry, and the sound is totally cut off,
probably to stop a constant barrage of bleeps.}
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[Garcia]
Welcome back fans! We have word on an interesting situation
taking place a few moments ago. If you at home were watching
closely, you noticed a none to happy Maurice Jackson. Our camera
crew in the back tell us he is furious and on his way to the ring
as we speak ... well, lo and behold, there he is."
[Masters]
Oh, no ... Might Mite's all ticked off ... Maybe they put the
spout on the water cooler too high for him agaaaaaiiiiinnnnnnn ...
{Jackson storms down the ramp and instead of going in the ring,
he goes AROUND the ring to the announcers table. Jackson picks up
a mic and then proceeds to jerk "The Awesome One" Kerry Masters
out of his chair by the collar.}
[Mr. NLS]
Hey, who the do you think you are? I'm out here busting
my chops,trying to show these worthless fans what TRUE wrestling
is supposed to look like, and you have the nerve to insult me?
You better watch out or this "Mighty Mite" just might kick your
!
[Masters]
{laughs to himself and stands up} Okay ... how can I explain it
to you? Right now, I'm not being paid to wrestle or fight. I'm
being paid to add insightful commentary and humor to this show.
Now ... I can't help it if your personality ... or lack thereof
... or your height ... or lack thereof ... gives me a lot of
material. Take it with a grain of salt, man ... It's not like
you're the only person I'm ragging on. It's good clean fun
{pinches Maurice's cheek,"Grandma-style"} ... so you go back in
the back and pump some more weights and don't worry your little
head about what us grown folks say, okay little boy?
{TAOKM then turns to sit back down. Bad move, as Jackson, now
really furious, moves in behind him, grabbed him for a back
suplex and flipped TAOKM all the way over onto his face onto the
concrete for an Inverted Northern Lights Suplex.}
[Garcia]
WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING!? THAT'S OUR GUEST!!!
[Hairie]
HELL YEAH! THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR RUNNING OFF AT THE MOUTH,
MASTERS! HOW AWESOME DO YOU FEEL NOW!? HEY ... LEMME GET THIS ON
TAPE FOR YA!!!
{Jackson then grabs TAOKM's chair and dumped it on the ground. He
then locked TAOKM in a full nelson and braced himself for.}
[Augustus]
GOOD LORD! A DRAGON SUPLEX ONTO THE CHAIR!!!
{Jackson then retreated to the back chuckling to himself.}
[Garcia]
Fans, an irate Maurice Jackson just came out and PASTED Kerry
Masters. Jackson obviously not to happy with the commentary
Masters had to say about him earlier in the show, and sought some
retribution.
[Hairie]
Sought? Looks like he got it to me. Man, look at Masters laying
there. All bloody and covering up like a baby. Serves you right,
loud mouth!
[Augustus]
Nobody deserves to have that kind of punishment inflicted on them
for mere words. I think Mr. NLS may have been a little to quick
to act without thinking about the future.
[Garcia]
We have EMT's down here now administering aid to Mr. Masters, who
despite being Dragon Suplex onto a chair is still conscious
albeit groggy. Fans, let's take a short moment to get ready for
our next match while Mr. Masters is taken off to the back. Stay
tuned.
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COMMERCIALS
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[Garcia]
All right, folks we're back and ready to get on to our main
event: the second round of the North American Tag Team Title
Tournament. We will be without the services of our special guest
announcer "The Awesome One" Kerry Masters due to the brutal
attack instigated against by none other than "Mr. NLS" Maurice
Jackson.
[Hairie]
If your butt can't cash the checks that your mouth writes, then
quit spending.
[Augustus]
Save it for someone who cares Hairie. I thought you were a Masters
fan, anyway?
[Hairie]
That was before he became a candy-ass.
[Garcia]
But without further adieu, let's go to the ring where The Chaos
Brothers, "Zap" London and "Blunt" Dakota, await the challenge of
Cross Body's own "The Paladin" Waylon Templar and Isaiah O'Brien.
>>RING<<
{"Jesus Freak" by D.C. Talk blares over the McNichols arena PA as
the duo of Cross Body make their way to the ring. When they reach
the ring they both kneel in the corner and say their pre-match
prayer.}
[Hairie]: Dear Lord. Please protect us from the buttwhipping
we are about to receive in route to your humble home.
Forgive us for we know not what we do, nor why we do it ...
[Garcia]: Oh, stuff it, Hairie! Only you could poke fun at
something as sacred as religion.
[Hairie]: Am not! What about Jerry Straite, Stan Jurgens,
Alliyah Johnston, and Paul Stone?
[Augustus]: I think we are going to see a truly exciting
match tonight. In the ring before us we have some of the
brightest talent in the AWI's tag team division to come
along in a while.
[Garcia]: Well, let's get down to it then. Curtis Keyes is
the official for this bout. Looks like Waylon Templar is
starting for Cross Body and Zap London for The Chaos
Brothers.
[Hairie]: What was their mother on when she named these
guys? Crack?
[Garcia]: How about that -- a handshake to start things
off. What a sign of sportsmanship ... they square off ...
{Templar with a quick advantage and scoops London for a bodyslam;
he pulls up London and whips him to the ropes.}
[Garcia]: Templar sends London for a ride ... and a HUGE
PRESS SLAM on the return! Impressive show of strength by
Templar.
[Augustus]: That it was. London may be the smaller of the
two and the smallest in the ring, but Templar looks like he
could press just about anybody.
[Hairie]: Yeah, right. Try it on Heavy Duty or one of the
War Birds. THAT would be impressive.
[Garcia]: Another quick slam by Templar ... makes the tag
... good Lord, O'Brien is quick!
{Isaiah hops onto the top turnbuckle and nails a moonsault
legdrop; he then picks Zap up, but Zap responds with an enziguiri
kick.}
[Garcia]: Back brain kick from out of nowhere!
{A forearm shot by Zap staggers Isaiah, but he fires back with a
drop kick. He Irish whips Zap into the corner, and follows it up
with a handspring elbow, then hiptosses Zap out of the corner.}
[Garcia]: Blinding quickness by O'Brien to control the
match.
[Augustus]: It looks like Cross Body has a plan and are
executing it flawlessly so far. They look to be primed for
the next round.
[Garcia]: Zap not going quietly into the night as he fires
back with a flurry of forearms ...
{Zap lunges for his corner and makes the tag.}
[Garcia]: In comes Blunt, the technician of the group, and
he immediately shows why with a beautiful single leg
takedown ...
{Blunt maneuvers into a wakigatme armbar ... Isaiah breaks free
of it and gets up just long enough to get downed by a drop
toehold.}
[Garcia]: Now a half nelson by Blunt ... into an armbar ...
[Augustus]: Superb mat wrestling by Dakota, as he is keeping
O'Brien grounded and out of the air. O'Brien looking a
little frustrated as he can't get out of the armbar.
[Hairie]: You'd be ticked off to if some guy was tying you
in knots and talking smack the whole time. I kinda like
this Blunt fellow. Even the name is kinda catchy.
[Garcia]: Blunt indeed upping the ante a little bit with
some trash talk ... as he rides O'Brien with the arm bar.
Waylon really trying to rally his partner on so he can make
the tag. Blunt just shaking his head and mouthing off to
Templar ...
{Close up camera shot picks up, "He'll tag when I'm ready to let
him tag, big man!"}
[Garcia]: O'Brien up to a vertical base ... he climbs the
corner ... BACK FLIPS OFF THE TOP TURN BUCKLE ... BREAKS
LOOSE AND NAILS A DROP KICK TO BACK BLUNT OFF!!! HOLY COW!!!
[Augustus]: I see my foresight was correct as we are seeing
power, aerial, martial arts, and technical wrestling at it's
best tonight. The North American tag team scene looks
brighter by the minute.
[Garcia]: O'Brien not finished there as he shows off some of
his technique with a DDT to down Dakota. Back up top quick
as a cat ... and another moonsault legdrop!
{Isaiah picks Blunt up, and Irish whips him to the corner; he
starts a handspring charge.}
[Garcia]: Handspring elbow ... OH, HE MISSES AS BLUNT DOVE
OUT OF THE WAY!!!
[Hairie]: Yep. Went to the well once to often! That'll teach
to spend more time in the ring and not at church.
[Garcia]: PLEASE! Blunt back to the books with a half nelson
... but O'Brien not having it as he responds with a karate
chop to back him off.
{O'Brien follows that up with a drop kick ... but misses as Blunt
dodges again.}
[Garcia]: I think O'Brien needs to tag in his partner
Templar who has seen scarce action since the opening minute
or two.
[Augustus]: He'd better do something quick. he has punished
himself more so than his opponent thus far.
{Blunt slaps on a wakigatme armbar.}
[Garcia]: Another armbar on O'Brien ... again he has it set
in good and tight. Waylon starting a clap to try and rally
his partner ... the fans join in ... Blunt really cinching
down on that armbar ...
{Blunt reaches back and makes a tag to Zap, who comes in and
drops a leg on the downed O'Brien.}
[Hairie]: There you go boys! Stomp the Bejesus out of him!
[Garcia]: Keyes gets Blunt out of the ring as Zap sends
O'Brien for the ride ... and NAILS him with a roundhouse on
the return! Good Lord, that almost took his head off!
{Zap throws another legdrop, then picks O'Brien up and delivers a
series of forearm shots to the head and chest before tagging back
out to Blunt.}
[Garcia]: This could be the end ...
{Blunt slaps on a Full Nelson, and holds up O'Brien; Zap hits him
with a spinning wheel kick! Keyes gets Blunt out of the ring
while Zap with the cover: 1 ... 2 ... 3!}
[Garcia]: And The Chaos Brothers move on to the next round
of action as they totally dissect Cross Body!!!
[Augustus]: Science it was as the Chaos Brothers
strategically kept Templar on the apron and hit o'Brien with
an assortment of technical and aerial moves for the victory.
I can't wait to see these guys in action again.
>>BOOTH<<
[Hairie]
Zap I can wait on. Blunt I like. He's got spunk and attitude.
That kid will be the one to carry the load for this team I bet.
I wonder if he and Chris Sim could tag up ... NAH! Sim's a gimp.
[Garcia]
Well, folks, there you have it. Thanks for tuning in and we'll
see you next week on AWI Armageddon. Be sure to catch out new
show, AWI Mission Control, for even more AWI action. Well see
you...
{The Prince-High-Pitch-Wail echoes through the place, as "Gett
Off" starts up, and a pretty-darned-beaten-up Kerry Masters
wobbles his way to ringside. His head is bandaged up, and there
is red blood stains on the bandaging on the back of his head.
What appears to be a medical technician follows behind him, and
he stops periodically to assure her that he's alright. Once he
gets to ringside, he grabs a microphone.}
[Garcia]
What's this? Kerry Masters is making his way from the back down
the ramp. I can't believe he's walking after what Maurice Jackson
did to him.
[Augustus]
Goes to show he that along with the mouth, Mr. Masters has the
'cash' to back up any check he writes.
[Hairie]
Oh yeah? Better hope Jackson doesn't bankrupt him!
[Masters]
I'm going to make this as quick as I can, since obviously at
least one person here thinks I've talked too much. MAURICE
JACKSON ... /MR./ NLS ... I know you're not in the building
anymore, but I also know you /LOOOOOOOOVE/ to watch video tapes.
So listen up, and listen good, Tiny Tim ... Do you think I've
messed with you today? Do you think I've gotten under your skin,
Tom Thumb?!?! Little kid, there's only two people in the entire
Summit Wrestling Alliance that can get play the mind game better
than me ... and you're not one of 'em. Yeah ... you beat me up
pretty good ... but that's nothing new. I've been getting beaten
up because of my mouth since seven ... and you ain't even did the
best job of that. Which reminds me ... WHEN I FIND YOU, TOMMY
SMITH ... YOUR ASS IS MINE!!!
So, Maurice the Martian ... you just bought yourself a one-way
ticket to a WORLD of frustration. I am going to tick you off ...
I'm going to get under your skin ... I'm gonna embarrass you so
much that /YOU'LL/ beg /ME/ for a match. And then you're gonna
get taken to the limit by /THE/ Man ... The One The People Paid
To See ... and {Crowd chants with him } THE EPITOME OF WHAT
EVERYONE WANTS TO BE. I hope you know what you got yourself into.
[Garcia]
Fans, we're out of time! We'll see you next week on AWI
Armageddon!
[Hairie]
Yeah, he got his head smacked all right. He couldn't even
remember Jackson's right name!
[Augustus]
Can it, Hairie! Just say goodnight, Chris.
[Hairie]
Good night, Chris!
[Garcia]
You two kill me.
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International Affiliates
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geocities.com/area51/rampart/2060) (
geocities.com/area51/rampart) (
geocities.com/area51)