The 49th Parallel Tournament CONCLUDED

Jesse Kane def. Tommy Day
King Cake def. Meow Mask
Mr. Moonsault def. Wyndum Holler Jr.
Tim Dwight def. C-Drive
Nick Griner def. George Marleau
Tara Helmsley def. Anniken Caprice
Allison Avery def. Mayday Malone
Lucien Freeman def. Benji Hatfield
Jeremiah McCoy def. Ulysses Monson
Kira D'Amon def. Candi Sweet

A hard-hitting brawl, perhaps TOO hard-hitting for maybe the hardest-working man in AAW... perhaps his defeat Sunday night and his war with Kerry Texan on Monday were a bit much for the AAW Intercontinental Champion, as Jesse drove him down hard with a corner brainbuster that sealed the deal.


Meow Mask just couldn't get anything going here. A rough showing for a fan favorite, and King Cake moves on...


This one was just as much of a sprint as the first, but far more even... one big move on either side could have easily put an end to it, but it was Moonsault that put it away in his usual fashion.


This one just kept going wild... C-Drive with his suplexes, Dwight with his technical know-how. Amazingly, it was the old trainer that came out on top in the end, Dwight actually putting this one away and advancing to the second round!


Things got rough in a hurry... both men trying to just wear the other down through attrition. Marleau seemed to get a bit cocky near the end, though, and Griner would make him pay for it out of the blue... ending the match in a slight anticlimax, but a win is a win for the Michigan representative.


Tara clearly wanted to prove she's better than her match with Dawn Hawkins suggested, and she sure did as much here against Anniken Caprice. Despite the New York girl aiming to destroy Tara's arms, she fought through and managed to score a big-time victory, even with her arms starting to droop.


When you step into the ring with a World Champion, you bring your A-game. And that's what Allison Avery did. Fighting hard and fast, the Arkansas native took the fight to Mayday, who gave it her all in return... but a Little Rock Bottom, combined with Allison's signature lariats, led her to a major upset.


Hatfield fought hard here, but Freeman seemed to just be the stronger, better man tonight. This one became a brawl in a hurry and Freeman seemed more than determined to get through, hitting a big Jackhammer late and scoring a surprising win, given where he hit the move.


Benji's friend/partner/rival/what is it today anyway, Jeremiah McCoy, was absolutely relentless. It seemed like every time he had Monson on the ground, it was time to lay in some punches. He'd ultimately wear Ulysses down enough to pick up the win... off of a half crab, but once more, a win is a win, after all.


Both women put it all out there, showing no fear of the other and trying to keep the other down. Candi was in full troll-mode, though, and it seemed like Kira was in no mood for her games... A big top-rope hurracanrana would put this one away and sent Kira moving forward.

"It doesn't matter who you are. World Champion of any company in the world, same size as me, bigger than me... if you think you're STRONGER than I am... don't matter one bit. There ain't a man or woman alive that's gonna stand up to my lariats. My arm will take down anyone, EVERYONE that gets in my way, and this tournament's gonna be mine for the takin'. Mr. Moonsault... I ain't give a damn how big you are, how quick you are, how good you might be at doin' a moonsault... you got the moonsault, I got the best fuckin' lariat in this tournament, and you're goin' down."

(Jeremiah McCoy walks into the locker room, and sees Benji Hatfield wiping off his coal facepaint and sweat off his face)

McCoy: Hoooooweeeeee! Hey, Benji! How'd ya do?

Hatfield (Finishes up wiping) Welp, I'm out. That Missorah guy they sent was a big 'un. Hope he beats that King Cake next.

McCoy: That's a shame. Well, I won! I had to show that Monson kid from Ohio where I, uh, WE come from, we win by any means.

Hatfield: Y'do know they said he was in his third match ever.

McCoy: (Raises eyebrows) Really? Hahaha! That Monson kid was real strong! Welp, it don't matter, if you can't stop my Run n' Gun, the ref will! Y'know, those young 'uns win with a crab, an' we're basically young too, so why not, huh?

Hatfield: J, you put your foot on his skull on that half-crab. After so many punches.

McCoy: What'd I say, huh? (chuckles) Win by all means! We all got a future in this anyway! I'm sure Monson would want another go at me when we're all healed up -

(Benji gives a stern look at Jeremiah)

Oh, you on his side now?

Hatfield: J, this ain't no backwoods fed. This is the 49th, our first real test. We gotta get better. You know this.

McCoy: You know me, Benji. (Benji begins mouthing off and mocking Jeremiah as he begins to strut around with his routine; Jeremiah closes his eyes as he starts) Kentucky Golden Gloves champion, two years goin'. These fists, freeflowin'. If anyone can't stop my Run n' Gun, ha-ha, y'might as well call 'em done.

(As Jeremiah opens his eyes, he's met by Benji staring at him again, looking unimpressed)

Hatfield: I'm serious. Look, I ain't a smart man, but we have to clean up our style if we wanna get to that next level.

McCoy: I know Senator's got his eyes on me, and wants to give me a title opportunity the moment we get started up there.

(Jeremiah smirks at Benji)

It's a shame we ain't face each other in the Central Final, so why you worried?

Hatfield: ...I'm outta here. (Benji gets his things packed and heads out of the room)

McCoy: While you're out training, go get your weight up. Y'wanna fight like a heavy, y'might as well be one!

Goddamnit....Shit...(Holler shits his chew into his now empty beer can)....Well shit.

That sub-10 finish though e.e.....not a good look for King Cake qwq