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Match Date: Saturday, February 15, 2002
Where: ICenter, Salem, New Hampshire
Belltime: 7:00 pm EST
Roleplaying Deadline: Friday, February 14 @ 11:59 pm EST

Round Robin, Round 1

***The Dynasty v. Air Rage***

Quite the contrast in styles for this one, as the young and high flying Air Rage met up with the experience (and old, that goes with at experienced no matter what anyone says) Dynasty. There was also a lot of tension, as Erik Draven clearly had his sights set on revenge on Jonathan Collins. Erik would have to wait though, as Missle started the match off with the big man. Draven was a bit rusty off the bat, as Missle used his speed and quickness to get around the giant's strength. Missle nailed a nice reverse heel kick the rocked the big man, and then wowwed the crowd as he basically rolled up on top of Erik Draven from the ground, as if Draven was going for a powerbomb, and then grabbed Draven's head and spun him around for the tornado DDT. Draven used his big reach to tag in Shawn Michaels, and HBK used his knowledge of the high flying moves and countered a top rope assault with a mid air dropkick on Missle. That stopped the youngster, and HBK went to work on the neck, nailing a series of neckbreakers and suplexes to wear Missle down. HBK went to tune up the band, and Missle immediately recognized and raced over to Collins who tagged in. Collins quickly moved in and tripped up HBK with a drop toe hold, and went to work as he worked on the old back of HBK, hitting a series of side slams, backbreakers and suplexes. Collins went to lock in the Fatal Impact, but HBK blocked it and shoved Collins off...right into Erik Draven. Draven just UNLOADED on Collins, and then tagged himself in. Draven blocked a Collins right and shoved him back into the corner, and nailed a series of knees and elbow strikes to Collins head. And I'm talking about some scary looking shots as it looked like Draven was trying to take off Collins head. Draven nailed a snake eyes on Collins, and then signaled for the Mindwipe. Missle came flying off the top rope with a missledrop kick that floored the big man, and the mele was on. HBK and Missle became the legal men in the ring on blind tags, but Draven could've cared less and went right after Collins again. Collins ducked a HUGE Draven boot, and Draven straddled the top rope with Big Bog and the Twins. Collins raced to the ropes and nailed a springboard hurricanrana on the 7 footer and dropped him to the floor, taking himself down with him. That got the crowd on it's feet, as Missle got clotheslined from HBK and then Michaels took to the top and nailed the flying elbow. HBK then tuned up the band and went to strike Missle with the Sweet Chin Music, but got his foot held by Collins to stop it. Collins paid for that dearly as Draven flung him into the fifth row of the crowd and then persued him. But as HBK watched, Missle raced to Michaels and nailed a swift tornado DDT, laying HBK out flat on the mat. Missle went up and delivered on his Missle Crush, and with Draven too focused on ripping Collins into 50 pieces, he couldn't make the save in time, as the Air Rage picked up perhaps the most exciting victory of the night when the ref counted three.

Your Winner: Air Rage

***Amerikas Most Wanted v. Bad Mojo***

Definitely some bad blood in this matchup, as there is no secret that Jublome, Smirtdogg and Sean Sanders don't particularly like each other. Add into that a fresh and eager face in Jesus, and you've got a dandy of a contest on your hands. And that's exactly what it was, as for fifteen minutes the two teams battled back and forth. Haywood Jublome looks to finally be motivated again, as he was back to his old self and really looked good. Jublome nailed a series of drainer suplexes and a massive hanging brainbuster on Jesus. However, Jesus was a bit more resourceful than Haywood thought, as he lept up and racked off an impressive display of aerial offense. This included a springboard huricanrana, missle dropkick, a moonsault and corkscrew plancha. Then tags were made, and the staredown commenced as Sean Sanders and Smirtdogg met in the ring, one on one. Sanders was able to get the upperhand early, nailing a Superplex after a flurry of moves and then went up to Supersize This! Smirt saw it coming however, and rolled out of the way and went on the offensive. Smirt nailed a nice axe kick on Sanders, as well as a high leg lariot, showing his always impressive foot skills. Smirt went for his ace, but True Perfection found nothing but air as Sanders ducked it. Haywood got the tag back in along with Jesus, and that's when it started to get ugly. Sanders and Smirtdogg kept jawing at each other, until finally all 4 men piled into the ring. Sanders went for his own Superkick on Smirtdogg and connected...unfortunately, Smirt had ducked and it connected right into the kisser of Jesus. Jesus just stumbled back and Jublome was there in perfect time to lock on the Chronic. And as most of you know, once Haywood has the Chronic locked in, you don't get out. Smirt clotheslined Sanders over the top rope as the two men hit the floor, and the ref could only wait as Jesus finally submitted to the Chronic, giving Amerika's Most Wanted the hard fought victory in what was the best contest of the evening.

[ Haywood and Smirtdogg make their way slowly backstage, leaving Sanders and Jesus in the ring. All these athletes are drained, namely the three who have stepped into the ring for the first time in a LONG time. But it appears Sanders has something left to do, as he asks a ringside attendant to hand him the Golden Microphone. The crowd buzzes a bit as Sanders paces back and forth in the ring. Smirt and Haywood notice this and stop, turning to face the ring.]

Sean Sanders: SMIRT! SMIRTDOGG!... Hold it just ONE… SECOND!! *The crowd seems a little upset, figuring out that Sean is about to go on a tirade against the face legend.* Yeah, hold on. Don't run out of here yet. Sean's not done, oh no… *Sean paces the ring, biding his time now that he's got AMW's attention.* Smirtdogg, The Colonel has had something on his mind for awhile now, and he just can't seem to put it to bed and move on with his life. See, it's been eating away at him for the last year, ever since the lil' Colonel was born. It's about retirement…*The crowd gets upset at this news.* It's about my retirement… *Haywood and Smirt just shrug to each other, wondering what the hell is going on.*… It's time for Sean to step down. To quite while I still have one good knee, and to be a dad for once in my life. I don't belong here anymore…< b>*Sean gestures around the arena, the fans boo.* And I'm not sure I ever did… and that's what bothers me Smirt. I beat you one fateful day a few years ago, and ever since then, I've had this doubt in my mind. Was it a fluke? Was it just luck? All the pushes, the success that followed, I never enjoyed them. Because even though I beat you once, I never could do it again with Haywood in your corner. I don't remember how many times Sean got his ass handed to him, but it's a testament to that man you're standing next to, because I've been in the ring with him, and I know just how good he truly is, as an opponent and as an ally.

And then, there was Blaxland's World Series of Wrestling… Where you pinned me, 1….2…3 in the middle of the ring, and that's when I really questioned myself. I started to wonder if I ever deserved any of this. And it's been killing me. But I'm tired Smirt… this Chicken pimp is mentally and physically drained from trying to chase down your legacy. And Sean wants it to end… this…*Sean motions around him again* is my last run. When Jesus and I win this bitch, it's over for me… but even then, Sean still wouldn't be able to rest. So I'm gonna offer you something… something I know you want back too.

You give me closure, I give you back your gimmick….*The crowd pops in anticipation as Smirt moves a bit closer to the ring, very intrigued.* Your name, your microphone, your superkick… all of it is yours if you grant me one match. Sean the Colonel Sanders… Smirtdogg.. one on one. My last match Smirtdogg… and I want it to be against the man who I've chased down since day one. Win or lose, we break this 1-1 tie we have in singles competition…. Winner take all… you name the stipulations, I'll bring the referee…. That's all I ask…*Smirt is nodding without hesitation and the crowd is going nuts. Haywood it seems is trying to talk Smirt down though, cautioning him of something* No no no… don't agree to this yet. I want you to think about it. I want you to realize that this is going to be the match. I won't half ass it and I don't want you jumping into this one all hyped up and off your game. If you think you're up to it, then it's on, and Sean can promise all these fans that he'll have one more memory to give them…*Pop* Think about it Smirt, you've got until this tournament ends… grant me this last request and I give you back the gimmick I took from you…

[ Sean drops the mic, as it lands with a THWUMP on the mat. On cue AMW's theme song starts up and the ringside area is slowly prepared for the next match.]

Your Winner: Amerikas Most Wanted

***Split Infinitive v. Reality Check***

It was de ja vu all over again for X-Calibur, as he once again ran right into the human wrecking machine known as Harvey Knox. However this time, the outcome wasn't nearly as close. Ray Willmott and "The Real Deal" never even got into the ring, as Knox absolutely destroyed X-Calibur in a matter of only 1 minute, letting X know that "The Jokes On You" and nailing the F5 Tornado DDT, and then finishing it off with the Double Take. Knox walked by Willmott, who just stared at his partner, and Knox gave him a little wink and a sick grin. Willmott finally smiled back and realized his chances for his Triple Crown seem to have improved by...dare we say it...two?

Your Winner: Split Infinitive

***The Pragging Praggars v. Two Smooth***

Maybe Lunatikk Crippler was a little lost without his old partner Spiral. Maybe he was sick. Maybe he just flat wasn't prepared for tonight, as he and Harrison Phillips were completely overwhelmed by the new found team of Terry Conklin and Shawn Copeland. The old guard veterans of EWA fame made quick work of the Crippler, as at the two minute mark the mad man got absolutely decked by the Overhand Right from Terry Conklin. As a result, Crippler got knocked even more loopy than he was previously, and Two Smooth glided on to the win.

Your Winner: Two Smooth

***The Otherside v. The Fucking Fuckers***

Alexander Harmston has never exactly been known as an exciting kind of guy when it comes to his on air speeches. Tonight however, he wasn't even known as an exciting guy in the ring. Robert Orr and Chris Kage looked crisp after such a long layoff for the two men, as they got in a little extra practice at the expense of poor Harmston. Finally Orr decided he was done fooling around, and just drilled Harmston with the SuperStar Slam sending him flat on his back and starting at the lights of the ICenter. Three seconds later, this contest was in the books and The Fuckers cruise to the W.

Your Winner: The Fucking Fuckers

***The Loco Lude Luchas v. Rebels Without A Cause***

Apparently not having a cause isn't a big concern to the ol' Rebels, as the unknowns to these parts walked into the MTT4...and then proceeded to walk all over the Loco Lude Luchas tonight. Mills and Rebel took turns batting around Sammy Sanchez for a few minutes, putting on a nice display and showing why they have won 7 tag team titles over the course of their careers together. Once they were done showing off, they wrapped up business and nailed Sanchez with the Rebel Rocker. Get out your air guitars..."'Cause it's over baby, I think it's over baby". Elvis has left the building, and the Rebels romp to a victory.

Your Winner: Rebels Without A Cause

***Apocolypse Now v. Absolute Power***

There have been many classic bouts involving TME, Bazooka, Jack Daniels and Evan Douglas. Tonight, however...was not one of them. In a rather disturbing moment, Evan Douglas came to the ring with a stuffed Kermit the Frog doll and spiked it at TME, showing his grudge from over a year ago when TME dropped frogs all over him. Tonight it was vintage Evan Douglas, who was polite enough to give Jack Daniels a breather and took apart The Main Event in a three minute match. After the Evan Descent, Douglas picked up the three count and placed Kermit on top of TME. Your faithful match summary guy here forsee's many long nights of Ny-Quil in TME's future over this one.

Your Winner: Absolute Power

***Olde School Revolution v. The C-Notes***

After nearly a year off, you might expect Grady Smith to have a little ring rust. HAH! Either Grady was that good or the Olde School boys were that bad, but this match was just flat ugly, and just summed up the entire night. Grady slapped Ian around for a few moments, who then tagged in Old Man Rivers. Grady looked over to Chris Kanyon, who simply gave him a "No really, I insist" look...and Grady then went and hit about 3 suplexes, decided he'd had enough, and then drilled Rivers with a Chokebuster. The Olde School becomes "Just Another Mark" to the C-Notes, who wrap up the night with a victory.
Your Winner: The C-Notes