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Re: Presenting AOW: Art of War Wrestling - The Greatest Affair


Dark Match
Carlito Colon def. TJ Wilson (Tyson Kidd) at (3:52)




9.19.07

The Hammerstein Ballroom – Manhattan, New York City, New York
“Stir the Waters Before The Battle”



We open tonight to yet another cold open, with just one week to go until the biggest show in AOW’s young history, but we get perhaps the biggest opening ovation yet, as “WALK” by Pantera roars over the sound system, with Rob Van Dam showing up for the first time since his attack two weeks ago. The Hammerstein is going completely insane, as Van Dam walks to the ring with noticeable discomfort, but it doesn’t hinder him enough to not make him walk down the ramp with a signature RVD grin on his face. Van Dam slaps fives with some of the front row folks. He finally steps foot into the ring, mike in hand, but crowd still going nuts.

RVD:
I’m pretty sure everyone and their mother is wonderin’ what happened to RVD a few weeks ago.

~A noticeable reaction

RVD:

And in those few weeks, a lot of stuff went down. Shawn Michaels was added to the World title match I earned. I understand, the show must go on, it’s cool. First, lemme say what’s up to our new General Manager, Mick Foley.

~Crowd lets out an enthusiastic pop

RVD:

See, Mick and I, we have a lot in common. But the biggest thing we share is the fact that we’re hardcore kind o’ guys.

~A HUGE pop for this statement

RVD:

With that bein’ said, it’s gonna have to take a wee bit more than sneak attacking RVD and sending him though a bunch of equipment backstage.

~Yet another reaction of approval

RVD:

But as you guys know, I’m hardcore, and I don’t like cuttin’ corners. I’m not all for the dramatics, and the actin’ out and all that stuff, so I’m just gonna say exactly what everyone wants to hear and that’s tellin’ the world who put RVD on the shelf.

~Van Dam lowers the mike for a dramatic pause, despite the statement he just said about dramatics

RVD:

Chris Jericho, if you’re that threatened by me, you could’ve done it yourself. Not have your big, bad, boyfriend do it for you.

~A bit of an “oooh” goes through the crowd with the revelation

RVD:

And y’know somethin’, Jericho? You’re one smart dude. I’m not gonna lie. You came backstage before the show last week to shake my hand and wish me luck, when all of a sudden, I turn around and some dude whose seven feet tall tore me up before I could think.

~Confirmation – it was a ploy by Jericho.

RVD:

And the real kicker, the real icing on the cake was I was sittin’ there watchin’ the show last week from the medic’s bench and watching Chris Jericho call people hypocrites because they attack from behind. And somehow, you did the same exact thing, Jericho, and you still call yourself worthy? Ain’t that a bitch.

~Some of the crowd is taken aback by the language there, as Van Dam seems a tad pissed about the whole thing

RVD:

Chris Jericho, the “Worthy Man”. That’s a crock, Jericho, and you know it. And your new buddy doesn’t scare me a bit, dude. He might’ve scared Paul Heyman and Shawn Michaels, but I’m more than up for facing you both in the ring tonight.

~A big pop for the match proposal, but how smart is this…?

RVD:

But speakin’ of Shawn Michaels…you’re no better, dude. Y’know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were pretty stoked when I got run down, man. Seemed pretty convenient for you that I wasn’t in the picture for a little bit. But I’m not gonna keep poppin’ off on what I think you might’ve been thinking. There’s already a guy backstage who’s gettin in enough trouble for that. That’s not ‘the way I roll’.

~Definite, yet somewhat subtle, poke towards Christian

RVD:

I do things face to face, man to man. So instead, I’m gonna call you out here, Shawn Michaels. Lemme hear exactly what ol’Heartbreak has to say.


There’s a slight lull before “SEXY BOY” rockets into our ears, as Shawn Michaels comes on down the ramp with a very concerned look on his face. He ignores fans’ high fives as he comes on down, his face completely serious, he too, suffering from a beating at the hands of “The Great” Wright. He also noticeably has a shiner on his eye, most definitely from the big right hand he got from him. He grabs a mike on his way in before climbing in to face the man who called him out. RVD has a smile on his face for some reason.

HBK:
You’re the second guy in as many weeks to come on out here and talk about me being a ‘hypocrite’. And I’m ‘bout damn sick of it. So wipe that grin off yer face, Rob. I ain’t here t’play.

~The crowd feels the wind shift from Van Dam’s easy mystique to HBK’s cold frustration

HBK:
You an’ Chris Jericho aren’t any better than me. And you’re damn sure not any less human than I am. We all make mistakes. None of us are perfect. And, y’know, I expected that kind of attitude from Chris Jericho, but not from you, Rob. I thought you were better than that.

~HBK looks disappointedly into Van Dam’s eyes

HBK:
I thought you were better than paradin’ out here and tryin’ to kick ol’ Shawn Michaels while he was down.

RVD:
Oh, so you comin’ out here and trying to take my title shot while I was out isn’t the same thing, huh Shawn? I guess not.

~This silences the still serious Michaels

RVD:

So you know, Shawn, you disappointed me a bit too. I thought you were better than tryin’ to march into another man’s place and take what he earned. I mean, Shawn, wouldn’t you be a tad pissed if someone stepped in your place and you couldn’t have your…what was it…‘boyhood dream’…?

~That kinda hits home for Michaels

HBK:
But are you seriously saying – are both you and Chris Jericho seriously saying – that if you had the chance to step into the spot I had, you wouldn’t take it? Because any other person, any other human on the planet would’ve done the same thing I did. So either neither of you are human or you’re both mangy little liars. An’ I don’t deal with liars.

~Crowd again senses the seriousness in Michaels’ voice

HBK:
I wanna get my hands on Jericho and the big guy as much as you do, but I’m not even concerned about gettin’ my lights put out last week, an’ I could give two shakes of a coon’s tail about you gettin’ your lights put out two weeks ago. I’m askin’ you a question, boy. Would you or wouldn’t you do the same thing if you were in my same situation?

~Van Dam’s look goes blank, knowing he may have been caught

RVD: (Complete silence)


HBK:
Speak up, Rob. They can’t hear you in th’ nosebleeds.

RVD:
No. No I wouldn’t, Shawn.

~HBK’s eyes are nothing but disappointment at this point, looking at the canvas in disgust and rubbing his eyes. He stares for another several seconds before finally looking Rob back in the eye

HBK:
I thought you were much better than that, Rob. I hoped that we could put our differences aside an’ try to help each other take those two down. But after what I just heard, I want nothin’ to do with you, Rob.

~The crowd delivers a great deal of heat to that line, with RVD trying to smile and nod it off

HBK:
An’ y’know, somethin’, Rob? I only look guys in the eye for one of two reasons. One: because I respect’em. And two: because I wanna kick their teeth down their throat. After that bull you just spewed, I have no respect anymore for Rob Van Dam. But yet…I’m still lookin’ you in the eye.


It dawns on Rob and the audience what this means, but he doesn’t back down. He drops his mike and gets in HBK’s face, with Michaels getting close to Van Dam. We can see RVD open his arms, then see his lips move saying “Go ahead, dude. I’m not afraid of you”. HBK just stares back intensely and stoically. As the two continue to stare, we get a quick flash to somewhere backstage, where AOW Champion Chris Jericho is looking at a television screen, smiling to himself at the men he’ll face next week eating each other alive. The focus zooms in on the TV itself, showing us one last close up of Van Dam and Michaels sharing an intense staredown.

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


Joey Styles:
We welcome you once again, ladies and gentlemen, to AOW Wednesday Night Oblivion! I’m Joey Styles alongside John “Bradshaw” Layfield, and we are just one week away from the biggest show in our young AOW history.

JBL:
Young, but supremely promisin’ Joey. The way that Supercard looks is outta this world.

Joey Styles:
Indeed it does, partner, but that’s next week! This week on Oblivion, we’ve got a mini-tournament going on to see who will become the first ever Dynasty Champion! CM Punk and Muhammad Hassan meet, as well as Rey Mysterio Jr. meeting “The Ripper” Paul Burchill!

JBL:
An’ don’t forget the news we just received, Joey.

Joey Styles:
How could I, John?

JBL:
Because you’re just awful.

Joey Styles:
I’m gonna ignore that, because our main event just announced a few moments ago following comments made between Rob Van Dam and Shawn Michaels – Michaels, RVD, and Bobby Lashley will team up to take on Christian Cage, AOW Champion Chris Jericho, as well as AOW’s newest and most gargantuan acquisition, Paul “The Great” Wright.

JBL:
Each of these men’ll face each other at th’ Supershow.

Joey Styles:
Indeed they do, but tonight, at least in the case of RVD and Michaels, they have to work together to try and take down the man who orchestrated their attack and the man who executed it.

“MISERE CANTARE”
lets loose across the sound system after the rundown of the card tonight, as CM Punk makes his way down the ramp to a great deal of approval from the Hammerstein. The commentators go over the brief bit of history between Punk and Hassan, with the attack on Matt Sydal a few weeks ago and the paid assault on Punk and Storm just last week.

“MAD MAN” lets chime following the Arab chanting, as Muhammad Hassan, oil tycoon, comes through the blood-red curtain to a great deal of heat. Hassan relishes in his reaction before taking off his head towel and going into the ring to face his opponent.

OPENING CONTEST
~Dynasty Championship Tournament~
CM Punk
v.
Muhammad Hassan


Punk and Hassan start to circle each other before meeting center ring and executing the lock-up, with Punk quick to force Hassan into a corner. Hassan lifts his hands and seeks cover by sticking his head between the ropes, prompting the referee to get between the two and force Punk back. When the referee out of position, Hassan juts from the corner and gives Punk a very blatant thumb to the eye. The referee doesn’t see it, but now Punk can’t see anything.

Hassan takes advantage of this by chunking Punk into the opposite ropes, picking him up for a pendulum backbreaker on the rebound. Hassan with an early attempt – 1…2…NO!! Punk won’t go down that quickly. Hassan drags Punk to his feet and bashes him once more in the spine, maybe picking a weak spot now. Hassan then grabs behind Punk and executes a perfect backdrop, again covering Punk – 1…2…NO!! Punk doesn’t go down yet again, which frustrates Hassan, who shows this by stomping on Punk’s back again. He picks Punk up in a front headlock, possibly setting up for a DDT, but Punk charges and again pins Hassan into a corner, hard. Punk takes a few steps back after that to tend to his spine, before charging with the high knee/bulldog combo!! Punk now with a cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Hassan has life!!

Punk now takes Hassan up in a front headlock, but Hassan again reaches into the bag of dirty tricks and stomps on Punk’s toe, forcing him to release the hold. Hassan then takes Punk’s head again and successfully nails the lifting swinging DDT. Hassan covers Punk again – 1…2…3-NO! Punk keeps it going! Hassan isn’t happy to see that, but takes Punk back to his feet anyway. He gets behind Punk and attempts his back suplex backbreaker, but Punk delivers several elbows to Hassan’s head, forcing him to release the hold, allowing Punk to hoist Hassan onto his shoulders…and nails a GTS!!! GTS!!! The debut of the GTS in AOW just commenced, but Hassan is hit with it so hard that he flops through the middle ropes and onto the floor. The crowd pops wildly for that, but Punk has kind of a ‘really?’ kind of look on his face before going outside the ring to fetch Hassan and rolls him back in the ring. Punk doesn’t follow Hassan inside, instead, he hangs out on the apron, waiting for Hassan to get to his feet. The Mad Man groggily gets to a vertical base and turns around, only to see Punk flying at him with the springboard clothesline!! Another Punk cover – 1…2…3…NO!!! Hassan somehow rolls the shoulder!!

The crowd is hot right now with a “C – M PUNK!! C – M PUNK!!” chant starting up, which Punk acknowledges with short applause towards the crowd. Hassan, still very much groggy, is just now getting back to his feet, with Punk turning around to meet him by attempting the urange, perhaps wanting to set up the Vice, but Hassan isn’t dead yet. He delivers a hard elbow to Punk’s ear that forces him off, which Hassan then follows up on by pulling Punk’s hair and guiding him into the Finishing Touch from behind. Will this be the finishing touch – 1…2…3-NO!!! Punk isn’t going down that easily, which gets Hassan all in a tizzy.

Incredibly frustrated it seems now, Hassan roams over to a corner and starts removing the padding from the top rope. The referee is wise to the act, and immediately jumps over to try and stop him. Hassan wanders close to Punk, who again hoists him on his shoulders…but Hassan, again, with a very blatant thumb to the eye of Punk forces him down behind Punk, where he again blatantly breaks all the rules with a low blow! The forearm to Punk’s C and M leaves him in predictable pain, with the referee having seen none of that. He turns around to see Hassan having Punk in his arms and nailing the reverse STO he’s dubbed the “American Made”. Hassan with a final cover – 1…2…3…!!!

Winner: Muhammad Hassan at (8:23)


Joey Styles:
You hate to see that. CM Punk fought valiantly, gave it his all, and should come out the winner –

JBL:
But he’s not. He didn’t win. Stop beatin’ around the facts, Joey, CM Punk lost.

Joey Styles:
Did you not see what I just saw, John? Hassan just used every trick in the book – thumbs to the eye, pulling the hair, riding the ropes, low blows –

JBL:
And he won. You can argue with his methods all you want, Joey, but you keep beatin’ around the facts. It wasn’t the prettiest win in the world, but all is fair in love an’ war, Joey. Professional wrestling is war an’ Muhammad Hassan deserves that win tonight more than anyone because he did everything he had to do to get the win.

Joey Styles:
Yeah, he did do everything, I’ll say. Everything from distracting the referee to outright bending the rules.

JBL:
Shut up, Joey. You’re jus’ makin’ yourself look stupid now.

Joey Styles:
And you’re just making yourself sound like a jerk, John. But that’s what you do every week, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. I have no idea what you fascination is with justifying these cheats, but I’m guessing part of it has something to do with your unjustified hate towards CM Punk. But I suppose with as much as you used to bend the rules, John, you can sympathize with Hassan and just looking at CM Punk in the ring makes you incredibly jealous because he has potential to do things you could never do and do so with passion. But I guess since you’re John “Wrestling God Bradshaw” Layfield, nothing I say matters and everything you say is gospel, or so according to your world. Am I in the ballpark, John?

JBL:
I have no comment on that completely unprofessional statement.

Joey Styles:
Of course you don’t. Right now we’ll head backstage to AOW’s Green Zone, where Torrie Wilson is standing by.


We do indeed head backstage now, where Mrs. Wilson is met with whistles and boners.

Torrie Wilson:
Thanks, Joey. I’m here with my guest at this time, Christian Cage!

~Christian enters the frame to a great deal of heat. Christian has his head down and his eyes staring into nothingness.

Torrie Wilson:

Um…Christian…? Hi. Do you have any thoughts about getting the chance to face Bobby Lashley next week on AOW’s first ever Supershow…?

~Torrie puts her mike to Christian, but Christian doesn’t even look up, still staring comatose into the ground

Torrie Wilson:

Um…okay…what about having any thoughts on your tag team match coming up tonight where you’ll face Bobby Lashley this week…?

~Again, Christian stands still, staring at nothing.

Torrie Wilson
:
Christian…Christian, are you okay? You seem –

Christian Cage:
…alone?

Torrie Wilson:
Uh…no. I was just gonna say distant, but why do you feel like you’re alone…?

Christian Cage:
Have you not been paying attention, Torrie? I’ve been told I’m alone, a loser, no one has been agreeing with me for three weeks now. No one comes within ten feet of me in the locker room. I’m alone, Torrie.

~Both Torrie and Christian’s attention go to the other side of the screen, however, when in steps Chris Jericho into the shot.

Jericho:
You’re not alone, Christian. I am a worthy man and a worthy champion. And tonight, we have a tag team match together. I won’t leave you behind and leave you alone like other cretins have.

Christian Cage:
How can I be so sure of that, Chris?

Jericho:
Because I’m not a hypocrite. And I see you as a worthy man, like myself. I also think you’re right about Bobby Lashley. He’s here for a much deeper reason than these narrow-minded tapeworms will believe.

Christian Cage:
…I’m not stupid, Chris. I’d rather be alone than be in cahoots with Chris Jericho.

Jericho:
You’re not really in a position to reject friends, friend.

~Christian stops defending and listens to what Jericho says there, putting his guard down

Jericho:
I assure you, I can prove to you I back up what I say when I say I’m a worthy man.

Christian Cage:
We’ll see about that.

~Christian walks off, leaving Jericho with unexpected tension between his tag partners tonight

As we cut away from that scene, we’re briefly brought to the hallway area, where we see Bryan Danielson in a conversation with Matt Sydal. What the two are saying is inaudible to us, but we do see the two shake hands and share a smile. Perhaps both of these guys just got themselves into the Turning Point match…?


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


As we return from the break, we’re immediately brought to another backstage area, where Muhammad Hassan is trying to catch his breath after nearly losing his head earlier in the evening. He’s soon approached by Paul Burchill, who’s also accompanied by his new apprentice, Brent Albright. Seemingly following up on last week, Albright does indeed look a tad tidier and gentlemen-like, his normally scraggly beard trimmed to look tame, as well as wearing a coat similar to the one Burchill enters in, though both men still look very rugged. Burchill and Albright don’t exactly look happy…

Hassan:
So…is the plan still on for tonight?

Burchill:
Change of plan. Your money can do a lot of things, Hassan, but it can’t buy me the Dynasty Championship.

Hassan:
What?

Burchill:
The deal’s off. I want gold. Not bank notes.

Hassan:
Look, you’re supposed to help me get my gold! I paid you!

Burchill:
One grand isn’t going to get me any gold. Are you not hearing me clearly?

Hassan:
No, no, I hear you…what if I up the price? Three thousand apiece. And I’ll use my influence to get you and your apprentice a shot at the Tag Team Championship.

Burchill:
Influence…?

Hassan:
Money is a powerful thing, Mr. Burchill.

~Burchill lulls it over for a second before looking towards Albright

Albright:
What say you, boss?

Burchill:
I say this is what being a mercenary is all about. You got yourself a deal, Hassan. But if you don’t hold up on end of the bargain, we’re coming for you next. And if you’re champion by then, we’re coming for your gold. Got it?

Hassan:
I knew you two were smart businessmen.


The scene fades out on these three gentlemen, bringing us to an office-like atmosphere, where the crowd delivers a pop to see General Manager Mick Foley. Foley’s on the phone at the moment, talking about something troubling him…

Foley:
Did you not see what he did?

~Foley pauses for a rebuttal

Foley:
Yeah, I know, I was kinda impressed too, Paul, but what he did was completely unnecessary. I’m not playing favorites, I just need you to help me up security next week because I want Gregory Helms nowhere near that Cruiserweight Championship.

~Apparently, the conversation is with Paul Heyman, concerning Gregory Helms. There’s a knock on Foley’s door.

Foley:
I’d like more than a ‘I’ll see what I can do’, but I gotta go. See you when you get here. Come in.

~Foley hangs up on Heyman, as the folks at his door step into the frame, whom we quickly identify as Paul London and Brian Kendrick. The crowd pops for both men, still radiating from their performance last week. Both men also look like they’re paying for it, as well, with London having his ribs taped up and Kendrick walking gingerly.

Foley:
How’re the ribs there, Paul?

Paul London:
Ugh…they feel a bit like pudding.

Foley:
Well that’s…promising, I guess. I asked you two here because I got a little offer for you guys. That show you guys put on with the World’s Greatest Tag Team last week was absolutely awesome. Just between you and me, I’m supposed to be an unbiased officer, but you guys are too good to not love.

Brian Kendrick:
Thanks, Mr. Foley, but…you couldn’t just text us that? I don’t wanna sound like I’m complaining or anything, but it hurts to laugh, Mr. Foley, much less walk all the way down to your office.

Foley:
Well that’s a shame, guys because I was just about to offer you two a spot in the Tag Team Turning Point match for the Cruiserweight title next week. I mean, it’s open to everyone, but I was afraid you guys might chicken out on me and not come, so just thought I’d offer it to you personally. Think about that. Now, you guys might wind up facing each other at the end of the match, but what better person to face for gold than a friend, right? Plus, you get to find out who’s better.

Paul London:
Y’know, all of a sudden, my ribs feel indestructible.

Brian Kendrick:
Yeah…and my back doesn’t feel like an 80-year old lady anymore!

Foley:
That’s what I thought you guys said.

Paul London:
Are you sure you’re okay, BK? I mean, I can find another partner if you’re feelin’ hurt.

~As London says ‘hurt’, he slaps a hand right at the base of Kendrick’s spine, causing pain to jolt through Kendrick’s body and make him make a funny pain face

Brian Kendrick

Naw, I’m good, dude. Just let me know if your ribs make you suck too much.

~And on ‘suck too much’, Kendrick delivers a very deliberately accidental jab to London’s pudding-feeling midsection, also shooting pain through London and making him make a funny face.

Paul London
:
Yeah, well your mom sucks too much! She sucks too much of my - OOOOWWWWW…

~London takes another playful shot at Kendrick’s back, but Kendrick interrupts the second half of that sentence with another rib shot of his own. Hooliganz they are.

Foley:
Just leave each other in one piece for next week, guys.

~The Hooliganz keep playfully shoving each other back and forth all the way out of Foley’s office. Before we can leave the scene of Foley’s office, however, the screen starts getting very grainy. It proceeds to get worse and worse before finally, the screen is consumed by static. When the screen finally clears up, the camera point of view is that of a webcam or an amateur camera, one that we’re very familiar with at this point. Sure enough, soon pops in the face of none other than Gregory Helms.

Gregory Helms:
What the hell is this? Mick Foley wants to do everything he can to stop me from gettin’ my hands on that Cruiserweight title. What the hell, Mick? You wanna stop me from doin’ the best thing for this company, yet you wanna allow a pair of handicapped nobodies in? Paul London, Brian Kendrick, Mick Foley – you’ve all be hacked by Helms!

~Helms resituates the camera

Gregory Helms:
Foley, this is utter corruption. First, you ignore the best cruiserweight in the world at your disposal. Then, when I force my way into your picture, backin’ up exactly what I say, and you wanna completely write me off? I said it before, an’ I’ll say it again – Gregory Helms will NOT be ignored!

~Helms is so angry on that statement, he almost knocks his camera over. He takes a moment to set it back up

Gregory Helms:
Not playin’ favorites. I see you, Foley. I see right through you! Paul London and Brian Kendrick aren’t tag champions. They’re LOSERS. Bryan Danielson hasn’t won a thing since he’s been in AOW. He’s a LOSER. So it’s time to LISTEN, losers – Gregory Helms WILL be at Oblivion next week. Gregory Helms WILL be in that Turning Point match. And Gregory Helms WILL win the Cruiserweight Championship and prove to all of you that he is the best in the world. And there’s nothin’ you nobodies can do to stop me.

*END TRANSMISSION*


“619 ESTA VIVO” hits the speakers now, as Rey Mysterio Jr. makes his way down the ramp to a huge pop. Mysterio, much like others tonight, is selling the damage he got last week, pulling up a little bit on his left knee, the one that he inadvertedly smashed into the steel post last week. Mysterio gives several high fives as he comes on down, sliding into the ring, ready to face the brutal bruiser ahead of him.

“WELCOME TO WHITECHAPEL” meets our ears now, as the daunting organ chimes representing Paul Burchill give way to him before becoming a heavy guitar rift. Alongside Burchill is indeed his partner in crime, Brent Albright. Both men are wearing identical coats, although only Burchill’s has a red rose. Both do look a tad gentlemanly, but they also keep their scruffy nature, being gentlemen in apparel only. Their attitude, on the other hand…

MATCH 2
~Dynasty Championship Tournament~
Rey Mysterio Jr.
v.
Paul Burchill

{w/Brent Albright}


As soon as the bell rings, Burchill rushes towards the center ring Mysterio with a low aimed shoulder tackle, aimed right at Mysterio’s weak knee. Mysterio immediately collapses holding his hurt appendage, which Burchill doesn’t let up the damage on. He starts stomping on it rabidly, destroying the knee even further. Burchill quickly brings Mysterio to his feet now, hooking the injured knee from behind and nailing a Regal-plex. He doesn’t go for any cover, as it looks like “the Ripper” is keeping to his agreement with Hassan. Burchill drags Mysterio over to the ropes and wraps his knee around the middle rope and holding down on the ankle, increasing the strain on the knee. Burchill finally lets go after the referee counts to four. Burchill lets go and lets Mysterio flop back to the canvas in extreme pain. Burchill looks outside the ring towards his apprentice, telling him “are you taking notes? Are you taking notes, youngblood?”

Burchill doesn’t let up on his intense assault, throwing Rey outside the ring before taking him and whipping him into some steel ring steps, sending Rey flipping over the top, his knee impacting pure steel now. Rey again cries out in agony, but Burchill still isn’t done. He takes the now displaced ring steps near Mysterio, takes him up…and executes a knee breaking drop right onto the steel. With the crowd in disgusted awe, Burch throws Mysterio back into the ring, only to look at his dirty work with pride.

The Brit takes brings Mysterio to his feet by his mask, but Rey’s got some fight left in him, fighting back with several calf kicks with his good leg, forcing Burchill away, but he plays it smart and grabs Rey’s hurt left leg, perhaps aiming to hurt it more, but Mysterio is able to jump up and nail Burchill with an enzeguiri. Burchill reels, but it doesn’t stun him too much. He charges at Rey for another chance, but Mysterio gets him in the drop toehold, prompting Burchill to drop on the middle rope. The crowd pops for what they know is next, but can Rey hit it on one leg? Mysterio hobbles before running and rebounding and goes for the 619…POW!!! STEEL CHAIR!! STEEL CHAIR FROM ALBRIGHT TO MYSTERIO MID-MOVE!!!

Winner via DQ: Rey Mysterio
at (3:23)

Albright has swung a steel chair at Mysterio’s incoming feet, nailing Mysterio’s hurt knee yet again in incredibly momentous fashion! Mysterio goes down on the outside in a heap, clutching his knee in extreme pain. The referee has already asked for the bell, but it doesn’t matter – these two still have a job to do. Burchill is telling his apprentice “good job lookin’ out, youngblood!” in approval. Burchill drags Mysterio back into the ring, while Albright gets the chair and brings it in with him. Burchill grabs hold of Mysterio’s leg to keep him from going anywhere, telling Albright to “finish it off.” Alright places the chair down and grabs Mysterio himself, getting him from behind, and flips him with the deadly half-nelson suplex…WITH REY’S KNEE LANDING RIGHT ON THE STEEL CHAIR. Once again, Rey’s knee is destroyed and he’s in excruciating pain. Burchill and Albright look at their handiwork before walking away.


JBL:
Wow. I might have to hire these boys t’clean out the employees I wanna fire.

Joey Styles:
And of course, leave it to JBL to condone this kind of activity.

JBL:
Hey, what they jus’ did was hold up their end of a bargain. I am condoning bein’ truthful an’ earnin’ your money. That and the fact that their product is of great quality. I didn’t say it was right or wrong, I just said it was good.

Joey Styles:
So good, infact, Rey Mysterio might not be able to walk again, let alone make it to next week for the Dynasty Championship.

JBL:
Well, Rey Mysterio should’ve thought ahead like Muhammad Hassan did.

Joey Styles:
You’re one piece of work, you know that?

JBL:
I make money off other people’s pieces of work, Joey.

Joey Styles:
Well despite what just happened, the fact of the matter is Rey Mysterio Jr. has indeed the win he needs to advance to next week to face Muhammad Hassan for the AOW Dynasty Championship. The question is how will Rey Mysterio fare next week with only one leg?

JBL:
No disrespect to Rey, but his chances look about as good as CM Punk’s.

Joey Styles:
CM Punk isn’t in the tournament anymore, John.

JBL:
My point exactly.

Joey Styles:
Well ladies and gents, coming up later tonight, a huge six-man tag team main event – opponents next week in Shawn Michaels and Rob Van Dam team up with Bobby Lashley to take on Christian Cage, Chris Jericho, and that mammoth of a man, Paul Wright. And joining us for that main event match will be none other than the man in command himself, Paul Heyman! Keep here on AOW!

Quote:
**Video Package**

We’re back in the grungy Mexican locker room, picking up where we left off, however this time, no narrator. All we do is see Aero Star, fully clad in lucha gear dart towards a door. He then appears center ring, a blue spotlight targeted on him.

In the background we can hear triumphant mariachi trumpets going off with everything Star does, as a man in shadows approaches him only to get hurricanranaed

We then flash to a man standing outside the ring, with Aero Star leaping through the middle ropes with the torpedo suicide, a head-first suicide missile

It then flashes to him rebound off ropes, spinning around and around and around and around the body of another man before nailing a luchafied Russian leg sweep

Flash to two more men outside the ring, as Aero Star springboards off the top rope and free falls, back first, onto both men

One final flash sees one man flat on his back on the canvas with Aero Star on the top rope, where we see him nail an Imploding Shooting Star Press, basically a backwards facing 450 Splash.

As we come to a close on the package, Aero Star is standing center ring, giving us a salute



AERO STAR ES SIN LIMITAS
{Aero Star is without limits}
COMING TO AOW

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


As we return from the break, we’re back in the Green Zone…

The Miz:
I’m Mike “The Miz” Mizinan here with my guest at this time, my best friend in the whole wide world, Bobby Lashley!

~Lashley is greeted to the screen with a mixed reaction

Lashley
:
Have we even met before, Miz?

The Miz:
Oh yeah we have! That one time in Long Island, those guys were all over you, but I had your back, man!

Lashley:
There was no time in Long Island. There was nobody on me. And I’d remember if a guy who looks as goofy as you backed me up.

~Crowd gets a good laugh out of that one

The Miz:
Fine. Well as long as you’re here, what are your thoughts, if any, about finally getting the chance to face Christian at AOW’s first ever Supershow next week?

Lashley:
Christian has done nothing but badger me, hound me, and make me seem like a bad guy from the moment I stepped into AOW. But Christian needs to get over himself and realize that I’m not here for guys like him. I’m here for guys like –

???:
Me.

~The camera shifts a bit to see who said that last statement…who is of course none other than Chris Jericho once again, but this time, he’s brought backup in the form of Paul “The Great” Wright.

Jericho:
I’m sorry, Lashley. I don’t believe we’ve ever been properly introduced. My name is Chris Jericho, and I am your AOW World Heavyweight Champion. This is Paul Wright and he is the biggest thing to ever hit the professional wrestling ring.

Lashley:
I know who you both are, Jericho. What do you want with me?

Jericho:
I’m here to tell you to broaden your mind, young Lashley. These people have done nothing but antagonize you since you step foot into this company, yes? As a matter of fact, you know, Paul Heyman didn’t even want to sign you. So not only did these people not welcome you, but the very foundation of this company wanted you far, far away from it.

Lashley:
…what’re you gettin’ at?

Jericho:
Don’t be so quick to write off what Christian says, Lash. He doesn’t think the way he does about you because he’s defiant and ignorant. He says it because there’s really no other way for you to think. And Bobby…I think you trying to get the approval of all these people is what’s gonna hold you back.

~Lashley stares at Jericho, silent, listening to the words of the madman

Jericho:
Let loose. Broaden your mind. Let them hate you. It would be a tragedy to see your talent wasted on things like pleasing these hypocrites.

~Jericho walks off, leaving Lashley to wallow in his words

~Back at ringside…

“THE PROUD WARRIOR” goes off for the first time, as “The Warrior” Low Ki makes his way through the blood-red curtain and on down the ramp. Low Ki’s getting a decent reaction due to his indy reputation, but it’s not a very widespread reaction. There’s no flash and no nonsense to the small but powerful Ki, just a presence of impeding violence – exactly that of a warrior.

“SKIP OVER” plays following this, as Elix Skipper comes on down to meet his warrior opponent. Skipper makes it on down with minimal reaction himself. “Primetime” slips between the ropes and gets ready for his debut in an AOW ring in this cruiserweight duel.

MATCH 3
Low Ki
v.
Elix Skipper


Ki and Skipper circle each other several times, roaming all the way around, circling a good four or five times before anyone makes a move. It’s Skipper who finally does, who jolts forward with a hard knee to Ki’s midsection. He follows it up with another hard knee before whipping Ki across the ring. On the rebound, Ki hits Skipper with a shoulder block, causing Primetime to fall. Ki then whips off some nearby ropes and darts over Elix, as Skipper gets to his feet, awaiting this rebound. This time, Skipper greets Ki with a lightning quick arm drag. Ki gets to his feet quickly, however, meeting Skipper with a knife-edge CHOP(Wooooooo!) that sends Elix back a few steps. Low Ki uses this to leap with a kickboxing-like knee to Skipper’s chin. Skipper drops to on knee, consciousness obviously fading. Ki rebounds off the ropes behind him and feints a shining wizard, only for it to become a roundhouse to the side of Skipper’s skull. Skipper falls – 1…2…3-NO!! Not done yet!!

Ki doesn’t cry over spilled milk, bringing Skipper back to his feet quickly, but Skipper fights back with a high spinning crescent kick that surprises Ki, sending him down. Skipper his a tad surprised himself, as he reaches on over and grabs Ki to cover – 1…2…NO!! The Warrior’s still got fight in him. Skipper’s still trying to gather himself, still feeling those blows to the head. He brings Ki to his feet only to snap suplex him back down. He covers Ki again – but Ki immediately throws his feet up without getting a count. Primetime notices that this will be no easy endeavor, as he whips Ki away to the other side of the ring into the corner, hard, forcing him to meet Skipper halfway, who executes a flawless belly-to-belly suplex throw over his head. Another cover – 1…2…3-NO!!! There’s much more fight in Low Ki!

Skipper forces Ki to get to his feet now, again placing him in a corner before knocking Ki’s bald head with several blows. He takes several steps back, going as far back as the opposite corner. Skipper charges across the ring…Low Ki leapfrogs and holds onto the top rope to dodge – Skipper’s shoulder rams into the iron post! Before he can leave the corner in pain, Ki drops himself from his perch on the ropes and flips over for a sunset flip! The quick counter – 1…2…3-NO!!! Skipper rolls out! As he does so, he grips his shoulder in pain, but doesn’t learn much from his lesson, and charges blindly at Ki again. Ki shows more athleticism with a clean leap and a nasty hurricanrana that sends Skipper’s face smashing into the corner. Skipper turns himself around, only to see Ki bouncing towards him with the cartwheel leaping kick to the face dubbed the Tidal Crush!! Wow!! The crowd is very impressed with that, but Skipper isn’t, his face having gotten crunched twice in a span of thirty seconds.

Skipper doesn’t stay down, however, as he goes to a kneeling position, holding his potentially broken nose. Sylvestry sees this as yet another chance to let his feet fly, popping two stiff kicks off the chest of Skipper before unleashing yet another roundhouse to Skipper’s face! Elix goes down hard again – 1…2…-NO!!! Not yet! Skipper still has life! The hard striker in Ki shows his submission prowess now, catching him in the Bite of the Dragon, the inverted facelock with bodyscissors. The facelock goes right over the bridge of Skipper’s potentially broken nose, adding much insult to injury. This stays locked in for several seconds before Skipper has any time to react. He finally is able to unhook the bodyscissors and fight his way out of the grip, still holding onto a leg. Both men get to their feet with Skipper still holding that leg. Ki hops for a while before attempting an enzeguiri, but the older Skipper’s seen this movie before, ducking under the blow and forcing Ki to land on his stomach. Elix is still holding the leg and grabs the other, setting them beside his torso before nailing flowing wheelbarrow suplex! Skipper for another chance – 1…2…3-NO!!! There’s still more to go!

Skipper’s in control now, taking Ki and whipping him back into a corner before splashing him immediately afterward. As Ki groggily steps out of the corner, Skipper takes Ki in double underhooks before nailing a butterfly suplex, planting Ki on his back. Before he covers or thinks about anything else, Skipper goes through the ropes to the apron, before leaping with a slingshot leg drop, nailing Ki right on his neck. The cover this time – 1…2…3-NO!!! We’re still back and forth!

Skipper doesn’t know what else to do to put the pint-sized Warrior away, but as he brings Ki to his feet once again, Ki uses those feet to his advantage once again, delivering a stiff kick to Elix’ midsection. This allows Ki to hoist himself onto the top rope, waiting for Skipper to drift into his arms. He does, but Skipper fights it off, delivering hard blows to Ki’s own midsection before joining him on the top rope. Skipper gets Ki set up, looking for the superplex, but Ki fights out of it, prompting Ki to fall off the top, but his catlike reflexes allow him to land on his feet. Ki isn’t taken much aback, as he gives Skipper one final kick to the head from his elevated perch, finally dropping the Primetime one like a stone. With Ki still on the top rope, he fixates himself before leaping…WARRIOR’S WAY! WARRIOR’S WAY! The double foot stomp looks to spell the end for Skipper – 1…2…3…!!

Winner: Low Ki at (9:21)

As Low Ki gets himself to his feet, and on up the ramp, getting a much larger pop now, he nods towards the ring, where Elix Skipper is recovering. However, he nods right back, perhaps a small show of respect between two extremely gifted athletes.


Joey Styles:
And a little bit of respect shown between these two men here in their AOW debuts, both of these cruiserweights very, very impressive.

JBL:
Lookin’ at Elix Skipper’s face gettin’ hit with all those kicks made my nose bleed! I tell ya’, that guy is gonna be fun to watch.

Joey Styles:
Is John Bradshaw Layfield loosening up? I kinda like the new JBL then.

JBL:
Don’t go doodling my name on your binder, Joey. All I said was Low Ki was fun to watch.

Joey Styles:
Regardless, both of those men better hurry up and find partners tonight or sometime within the next week if either one of them wants a shot at the AOW Cruiserweight Championship next week!

JBL:
That’s right, we’ve already seen Bryan Danielson, Matt Sydal, Paul London, and Brian Kendrick all confirm that they’ll be a part of this match. That’s already excitin’!

Joey Styles:
Let’s not forget partner, that Gregory Helms also said he’d force his way into the match in some way, shape or form. But talk about force, this match is gonna be something out of this world in terms of brute force.

JBL:
Absolutely – Samoa Joe and fightin’ Finlay lock horns in a War Rules match! Now, there’s nothin’ from stoppin’ these two war machines from goin’ all over the arena like they love doin’!

Joey Styles:
Or all over the state of New York, for that matter, partner!

JBL:
Hey, as long as they stay away from my mansion an’ my ranch, we won’t have any problems.

Joey Styles:
You’d better hope so, John. We’ve seen what those men can do with walls and balconies.

JBL:
But big money doesn’t just get you ranches and mansions, folks, it can also buy you championships.

Joey Styles:
And Muhammad Hassan may have done just that – Rey Mysterio Jr. says that he will be able to compete next week, despite the absolutely horrendous beating he took earlier tonight at the hands of Paul Burchill and Brent Albright, men who keep referring to themselves as ‘mercenaries’.

JBL:
Call’em what you want, I call them a good investment. Reminds me of the good ol’ days in the APA.

Joey Styles:
Well John, you and your buddy Ron Simmons spent your money on beer. These guys spend their dough on looking nice but fighting ugly.

JBL:
That does not change the fact that Muhammad Hassan is goin’ into next week’s Supershow with the title pretty much already on his mantle when he faces Rey Mysterio. Rey’s a one-trick pony, and now he’s only got one leg to do his tricks on.

Joey Styles:
But many of these men might not have the animosity between them that Bobby Lashley and Christian Cage have, do they John?

JBL:
Joe and Finlay may be tryin’ to even a score and are both intense, but these two men want at each other on a personal level. Since day one of AOW, Christian says he’s wanted Lashley out on his ass from his company.

Joey Styles:
And with what we saw earlier, Christian may not be as alone as he thinks he is, but now it’s time for Christian to put up or shut up. He’s been running his mouth for weeks now, and now he’s finally got a chance to show the world that Bobby Lashley indeed might not belong here come next week.

JBL:
Let’s not forget who both those guys were talkin’ to.

Joey Styles:
Of course not – our main event for next week’s Supershow is an absolutely huge one!

JBL:
Mick Foley may be some kind of bonehead and Paul Heyman might just be plain stupid, but this one is what we all wanna see!

Joey Styles:
AOW World Champion Chris Jericho defends his title against the two men he and the monster behind the mastermind assaulted – The Heart of ECW, Rob Van Dam, and the one and only Heart Break Kid, Shawn Michaels! And as we saw earlier, RVD and HBK aren’t really on the same page, both men showing there’s no respect between either one of them!

JBL:
It ain’t about respect though, Joey. It’s about the AOW Championship. It’s not about evenin’ the score between them an’ Chris Jericho, it’s about gettin’ the chance to say that they are the best professional wrestler on the face of the planet.

Joey Styles:
And those men all lock horns next week on a very special edition of Wednesday Night Oblivion, a two-hour Supershow spectacular!! But you don’t have to wait ‘til next week to get in on the action!

JBL:
OOooooh no you don’t. We’ve got it all righ’ now.

Joey Styles:
On the other side of the break, Rob Van Dam, Shawn Michaels, and Bobby Lashley all team up to face Chris Jericho, Paul Wright, and Christian Cage. And when that happens, me and JBL will be accompanied on commentary by none other than the owner of the war zone himself, Paul Heyman! Don’t go anywhere!

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


Upon returning from the break, we’re greeted to an area in the locker room where we catch a glimpse of Jack Evans. He’s not alone, evidently showing off his rap skills to Super Crazy & Psicosis, known collectively as the Mexicools.

Jack Evans:
It’s the crazy dudes, the Mexicools
Moves beautiful, but yo faces look like Mexican mules
I see you laughin’ at my jokes now
We got the same ring style
But we gotta watch our step when we fly

It’s Psicosis, he’s the loony old man
But he ain’t half as crazy as his super best friend
Super Crazy’s the crazy luchador
Loco all day, night, and more
Like sippin’ Jose Cuervo off the Ballroom floor!

~The Mexicools aren’t offended in the least during this, laughing their assess off the whole time at Evans ripping on them. Apparently, the whole thing is a jest between friends.

Psicosis
:
Eh, Jack E man, you better see if you can find yourself a partner, man.

Super Crazy:
Yeah vato. A guy like you needs to be in that match, man. We’re rootin’ for you, but if we meet you in the ring, esse, you’re goin down!

Jack Evans:
Like Jose Cuervo, right Crazy?

~The gang has one last laugh before Evans fist bumps with the Mexicools before they leave the scene. Evans sees someone else in the view of the camera, to who he roams over to with the camera following him. As the other body comes into view, we see that it is in fact a match-fresh Low Ki.

Jack Evans
:
Yo, it’s Low Ki! You’re lookin’ pretty good out there.

~Low Ki simply stares at Evans like he’s a fly on the wall

Jack Evans
:
Good to get that debut match out of the way, right?

~Again, Ki doesn’t even acknowledge the existence of Evans

Jack Evans
:
Listen, man, I don’t know if you had a partner for next week, but uh…I need to find my way into that match to. Whaddya say we show this division up?

~Low Ki is still busy untaping his wrist, continually ignoring Jack E

Jack Evans
:
Look, I can even spit a ly’c about you. Check it –

Low Ki, low seed
With me
You’ll never be
If I break dance, you stomp’em out
You kick their face, I’ll flip’em out
They think they’re cool, we’ll roll’em up
So as a team, we’ll show’em up
We’ll be a back-to-back
High-flyin’ attack
We’ll steal so much show, they’ll call us…Low Jack!

~The Hammerstein is thoroughly impressed with that one, Evans even giving the potential team a name. Low Ki finally acknowledges that Evans is an actual human being and is there, gives him a very impressed nod…before shaking his hand. Ki walks off leaving Evans to do a little dance to himself. Looks like “Low Jack” is headed to next week’s show…

~Back at ringside…

As we switch gears, already making his way down the ramp and into the ring is Paul Heyman, shaking hands with a few lucky front row folks before taking his place at the announce table and putting on a headset.


Heyman:
Good evening, gentlemen!

Joey Styles:
If it isn’t Paul E. Dangerously himself! What an honor it is to have you here, Chairman!

JBL:
Speak for yourself, Joey. Lemme ask you somethin’ Paul – is there anything you could possibly do make this company get off a worse start than it’s had? Wait, we want a short answer. Is there anything righ’ now that you think would be a good idea?

Heyman:
Well, JBL, I could fire you for one. That sounds like a start, right Joey?

Joey Styles:
No complaints from me, Boss!

JBL:
Oh please. Gettin rid of me is the worst of the worst decisions you could make! I am a Commentary God!

Heyman:
Let’s focus on the task at hand here, fellas.


“JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES” lets loose across the sound system, as Christian Cage comes on down the ramp looking for his peeps. There aren’t many due to Christian’s behavior of late, and he realizes that, dropping the hand from his forehead and walking very stoically to the ring.

“BREAK DOWN THE WALLS” plays across the threshold now, as AOW World Champion Chris Jericho coming on down with his weapon of mass destruction, Paul “The Great” Wright. This is both Christian and Wright’s in ring debut tonight, but neither man seem daunted. Cage looks at Jericho with a smirk, looking at who may be his only friend. Time will tell if it’s better to have a locker room full of enemies than friends like Chris Jericho. Wright, on the other hand, walks all the way to the other side of the ring to staredown Heyman at the announce table before climbing into the ring.

“HELL WILL BE AT YOUR DOOR” plays now, as Bobby Lashley gets a very intense mixed reaction, more favoring the boos tonight. As Lashley comes on down, he locks gazes with Chris Jericho for a split second, getting a smirk of confidence from the master planner, Jericho. Lashley’s gaze is indifferent as he awaits at the base of the ramp for his folk.

“WALK” plays now, as Rob Van Dam comes down to greet his partner at the base of the ramp. He gives Lashley a handshake, being the only tag team partner he has tonight that he actually respects. He takes another step towards the man he faces come next week in Jericho, but he also gazes towards the guy who took him out in Wright.

“SEXY BOY” lets loose now, with Shawn Michaels emphatically making his way to the ring, pumped up as ever. He runs in circles on the entrance stage, but with each step he takes down the ramp, he loses his enthusiasm and gets more stoic, having to stare down with Rob Van Dam. The two meet at the base of the ramp with another intense shared gaze, with Lashley having to tell both men that the match is about to start.

MAIN EVENT
Shawn Michaels, Rob Van Dam, & Bobby Lashley v. AOW World Champion Chris Jericho, Paul Wright, & Christian Cage


As the match kicks underway, both Van Dam and Michaels step into the ring as Jericho declares he’s staring things off for this team. So immediately at the start of the bell, all three men are in the ring at the same time. Jericho relaxes and smiles looking at his opponents, as they start quarreling verbally from the get go. The two bicker back and forth about who will start the contest, before Bobby Lashley steps between both veterans and says that he’ll step in if they can’t decide. With that late changing roster move, Jericho no longer wishes to start for himself, instead, instructing Wright to go in for him. When all the dust settles, Lashley is standing center of the ring looking up at the only guy on the roster bigger than he is – Paul Wright.

We kick off with two genuine powerhouses staring each other down before Lashley begins to start throwing blows, knocking the big man back a few paces and showing that he may, in fact, be mortal. However, when Lashley gets him leaning on the ropes and tries to whip him across, Wright pulls Lashley in and decapitates him with a clothesline with some body behind it! In Wright’s corner, Jericho is obviously going over strategy with Christian, perhaps looking at Lashley’s weaknesses if he shows any tonight. It’s Wright’s turn to now see what he can do with Lashley and show of some ring skills, picking Lashley up by his cue ball with his bare hand. He then delivers that bowling ball sized fist right to Lashley’s gut, forcing the godly body of Lashley to fold over. He then takes his gargantuan head and bashes it against Lashley’s for a headbutt, causing Lashley to completely fall over. With that, Christian is asking Wright to tag him in. Wright looks at Jericho for a response, with Jericho saying yes, he can tag Christian in, which he does. As soon as that happens, Christian busts into the ring and covers Lashley – 1…2….NO!! Lashley won’t go down easy!

Christian gets a little big for his britches when he attempts what Show tried a few minutes ago by trying to bring Lashley to his feet with one hand, which doesn’t work so well. So instead, Christian just grabs Lashley’s whole head with both hands and brings him to his feet, but Lashley bursts forth with the power we know he possesses by deadlifting Christian, running with him, and throwing him into a corner. Lashley then starts throwing hard right after hard right to the man who’s not his biggest fan. This causes Christian to cower, but Lashley uses this to whip Christian across the ring into another corner. He rushes towards Christian, but Cage darts out of the way and sits on the middle ropes before swinging back with the pendulum kick. Cage, planning on outsmarting Lashley sends Lash reeling and Christian to the top rope. Cage leaps…but Lashley catches him in a body grapple…and now a belly-to-belly suplex!! Wow!!! Lashley with a unique counter to his rival and now a cover – 1…2…NO!! Life for Christian!

Lashley reaches over to pull Christian up, but Christian delivers an elbow while on his back to Lashley’s head, forcing him away and allowing Christian to scurry into his corner and finally tag in Chris Jericho. Jericho, now no longer afraid of Lashley, now has a confident smirk as he steps in. He and Lashley have a brief staredown, Jericho still smirking. He knows that no matter who’s in the ring against him, he’s in all of their heads. Lashley eventually smirks back, but only to tag in Shawn Michaels. Jericho’s smirk goes away quite quickly, now knowing he’s ready for battle.

Michaels bursts into the ring, although Lashley draws some ire for not tagging in Van Dam instead. With Michaels now in, Jericho tries to hit him with a hard right, but Michaels catches it before delivering a hard right of his own, followed by another and another, forcing Jericho against some ropes, before whipping him across the ring and catching him in a back body drop afterward, getting the crowd firmly in his corner. Michaels is charged up and ready for more, but Jericho doesn’t give him the chance and flops into his corner, again tagging in Wright.

It’s Michaels’ time to face Wright now, but he’s not nearly as daunted as he was the first time he saw him. Wright, however, is just as undaunted. Wright tries to immediately smash Michaels across the head, but Michaels darts out of the way, rebounding off some ropes. On the rebound, Michaels dodges another clothesline attempt, again rebounding, and hits The Great one with the flying forearm…Wright doesn’t budge an inch. Michaels sees that, and tries to rebound again, but this time around, Wright catches him in a wicked flowing sidewalk slam!! All the body weight of Wright presses on top of Michaels immediately following – 1…2…3-NO!!! Michaels won’t go down on one move, no matter how massive.

Now it’s Wright’s turn to show what he can do to toy with Michaels. He grabs a fistful of HBK’s hair and brings him to his feet and slaps his hand across Michaels’ throat. HBK knows what’s coming, kicking Wright in the tender legs, forcing his grip to let go, but HBK tries a tall order in trying to it appears DDT Wright…but Wright stands upright, putting Michaels in an elevated position on the big man’s shoulders…SPINEBUSTER!!! SPINEBUSTER!! WOW!! Michaels gets driven into the canvas with the 400 pound force on top of him! Another cover - 1…2…3-NO!!! The Ironman that is Shawn Michaels will not go down and continue to take a beating! Once this happens, it’s Christian again who begs for his hand in, which Wright must again consult Jericho for. Once affirmed Christian storms in and tries to pick on the leftovers once more.

Christian stomps on Michaels’ spine a few times before dragging him to his feet to execute a falling back drop and attempting another cover – 1…2…NO!! Michaels rolls the shoulder! Christian, getting a tad frustrated, stomps again on the shattered spine before lifting Michaels and starts to twist Michaels into position for the Unprettier…but Michaels stops it halfway and delivers a hard elbow to Christian’s side, still contorted, however, before getting loose and grabbing Christian from aside, with a gutwrench suplex! That prompts the crowd to get back on the side of the good guys, with Michaels trying to crawl, bad back and all, towards his corner. Christian takes the unexpected flip for his team, but he’s trying to get to his corner as well. Both men are trying to crawl across the ring to their corners, with Christian reaching first and getting the tag in to Jericho, but as he does, Michaels swallows his pride, leaps forward, and gets the white-hot tag to Rob Van Dam

RVD comes in and sets the house a-fire, clotheslining Jericho once, twice, three times to up the tempo before trying to kick Jericho in the jaw, but it’s caught, only for RVD to swing it into a dragon whip!! Jericho falls face-first into the canvas, with Van Dam rushing all the way across the ring now to dropkick Wright’s legs from off the apron, setting the big man down off the apron and in front of the announce table. He then takes a quick chance to deliver a shot to Christian, forcing him down. Van Dam just takes a ganger at the downed Jericho before rebounding off some ropes and nailing him with the Rolling Thunder!! The crowd is all over Van Dam if they weren’t already now, covering the man he’ll face in a week’s time – 1…2…NO!!! Jericho doesn’t go down!!

As we take a look outside the ring, Christian is back on the apron, but Wright hasn’t set foot back there. He’s just standing over the announce table staring into the by now terror filled eyes of Paul Heyman. Van Dam tries not to waste so much time on the failed fall attempt, but as he grabs Jericho’s head to maybe try something else, Jericho surprise him and everyone else in attendance with a double-knee facebreaker that we know as the Code Breaker, but as of yet in AOW, has no name. Van Dam goes sprawling, but Jericho takes a moment or two to recover enough to cover Van Dam - 1…2…3-NO!!!! Van Dam is able to kick out of the new move! Jericho spends several seconds arguing with the referee that that was indeed three. Jericho slaps the mat three times to show the referee what a three count is in frustration.

The look on Jericho’s face is one he’s oft worn in AOW – the look of ‘pick up your toys and go home’. Jericho rushes over to the apron and tags in Cage forcefully with a slap to the chest, only for Jericho to climb through the ropes, go by the timekeeper, grabs his title, then join Wright overlooking the announce table.

“This is a corrupt corporation you’re runnin’, Heyman!! If you don’t fix it, I WILL!!!”

Jericho motions for Wright to come with him and take his monster’s focus off Heyman and go up the ramp with he and his title. The look on Christian’s face during all this is one of ‘what the hell’, mouth agape, arms open, and eyes angry. Jericho doesn’t even bother to look back at the man he swore was not alone, taking his mammoth with him. As those two go up the ramp, Cage is staring Jericho down going up the ramp while in the ring. As Christian shakes his head in disbelief, he turns his head only to lose it thanks to some SWEET CHIN MUSIC!!! SWEET CHIN MUSIC!!! It hits Christian so hard, he’s still standing straight up, the look on his face that of a hypnotized, and dazed man. Bobby Lashley quickly follows up on this with a SPEAR!!! SPEAR!!! LASHLEY SPEARS CHRISTN AIN HALF!!! Something tells us Lashley’s been wanting to do that for about a month, as he gets up with an aggressive look on his face. The crowd now turns their attention towards Rob Van Dam, who’s now on the top rope…FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH!!! FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH!!! The super froggy move gets one of the #1 Contender the emphatic cover, crowd counting with – 1….2…3….!!!!

Winners: Shawn Michaels, Rob Van Dam, & Bobby Lashley at (11:32)


Joey Styles:
They did it!! They did it!!! Rob Van Dam and Shawn Michaels may not have been on the same page, but with a little help from Bobby Lashley, they pull through!

JBL:
I was almost certain they’d tear each other apart, but Van Dam and company gettin’ a huge win goin’ into next week.

Heyman:
Huge indeed!


One look in and around the ring reveals that the victors have finished raising each other’s hands, with Lashley having rolled out of the ring, as Jericho and Wright are standing on the entrance ramp looking at the havoc they’ve caused. Van Dam is on the top rope, arms in the air and celebrating with his fan faithfuls before dropping off…TO GET SOME SWEET CHIN MUSIC!! Michaels makes good on his promise from the top of his show on the want of doing that…and he fulfills it. The crowd deflates to a mixed reaction, staring down at Van Dam very coldly before his gaze travels up the ramp to meet that of Jericho. The final image we get before the Supershow is that of Van Dam decapitated, his executioner standing over him, and their joint enemy standing far, far away on his mountain, watching the tigers fight for his gold.

Fade…

To…

Black….

*END SHOW*




September 26th
*Special 2-hour Supershow*

Final Card

~AOW Cruiserweight Championship~
*Tag Team Turning Point Match*
The Hooliganz v. The Mexicools v. Bryan Danielson & Matt Sydal v. Jack Evans & Low Ki
*More teams TBD

~AOW Dynasty Championship~
*Tournament Finals*
Muhammad Hassan v. Rey Mysterio Jr.

~Grudge Match~
Bobby Lashley v. Christian Cage

*War Rules Match*
Samoa Joe v. Finlay

~AOW World Heavyweight Championship~
Chris Jericho(c) w/Paul “The Great” Wright v. Rob Van Dam v. Shawn Michaels



If anyone wants to leave any preditions on the Supercard DON'T POST THEM JUST YET. I plan on posting an official preview and all that for it. Hope this edition was a tad better than last week.




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