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9.26.07

The Hammerstein Ballroom – Manhattan, New York City, New York
*Special 2-Hour SuperShow*


**Video Package**

*Oriental sounding strings*

We’re brought to a misty, foggy background, with shapes concealed by the fog, when we hear a narrator who sounds like a strong and wise old man…

Narrator:
As the great warrior-poet Sun Tzu scribed in the “Art of War” 2,500 years ago…


A quick flash of the faces of multiple members of the roster, although all hidden by the shadows of the fog

Narrator:
“Warfare is the greatest affair of the state.”


The fog slowly begins to clear up…

Narrator:
For some men, they have dedicated their craft, their very well-being, to the ‘Art of Wrestling’…


We can see the fog now showing us the shadows of six different figures…

Narrator:
The Art of Wrestling has overcome their existence and has become not an art, but a way of Life…


The camera focuses in more, starting to barely clear the fog

Narrator:
And as anyone who has ever taken a breath can tell you…Life is War


The still thick fog now serves as a big screen, replaying shots from Joe and Finlay’s brawl, the Tag title Ladder match, and the Lucky 13 Battle

Narrator:
So from this, we learn that the Art of Wrestling…is in fact…


The fog quickly dissipates to reveal the torsos of six men, their lower bodies still hidden – Bobby Lashley, Samoa Joe, Christian Cage, RVD, Shawn Michaels, and Chris Jericho.

Narrator:
The Art of War…


The camera slowly pans across the faces of all six men

Narrator:
And in war, it does not matter what type of warrior you are – whether you be a mountain of muscle…


Camera locks on Lashley, flashing us an image of him Spearing someone in half

Narrator:
An absolute war machine…


Focus shifts now to Samoa Joe, giving us a flash of him nailing the Muscle Buster

Narrator:
A man on an impossible mission…


Focus on Christian now, giving us the flash of him twisting into the Unprettier

Narrator:
A master of the martial arts…


Focus on RVD, delivering a shadow boxing kick towards the camera

Narrator:
A true legend, given a new legacy…


The fog dissipates to reveal a smiling Shawn Michaels, who promptly gives the camera some Sweet Chin Music

Narrator:
Or a stratagem, masterly controlling all around you…


Shot reveals Chris Jericho, also smiling, albeit some psychotically. Clips show of Paul Wright doing his dirty work, as well as locking HBK in the Walls of Jericho

Narrator:
When all is said and done about war, there is only thing to do…


Intense facial shots of all six men

Narrator:
FIGHT.


The fog behind all six men rapidly fades to reveal all the other roster members in a mosh pit of violence

Narrator:
Those who cannot rise to the challenge, those who cannot become the greatest affair, simply get… lost…in…the fog…


The voice of the wise man fades away as the fog quickly re-conceals the pit and the six men, completely recovering them, not even leaving a shadow, before the camera quickly zooms out, oriental music fading…

*Black screen*

“The Fight Song” by Marilyn Manson vignette

(Whispers)

Fight…

RVD leaps for a Frog Splash…

Fight…

HBK cocks back, Sweet Chin Music ready…

Fight…

Finlay and Joe go at it on the balcony…

Fight…

Paul Wright lets his fist fly…

*Opening guitar riff*

You'll never grow up to be a big rock star

The camera goes from the ground up to the face of Paul Wright in his debut Week 3

Celebrated victim of your fame

Shawn Michaels comes down the ramp, pumped up from the main event of Week 1

Just cut our wrists like cheap coupons

Christian searches for his peeps from Week 5

And say that "death was on sale today"

Bryan Danielson raises his hand, singing his theme from Week 4

*Upped tempo, heavier sound*

And when we were good

Jack Evans’ double moonsault from Week 1

You just close your eyes

Joe leaps through the ropes onto Kenny from Week 3

So when we are bad

Mick Foley lets out a toothy grin

We'll scar your minds

A replayed shot of Shelton Benjamin German suplexing Paul London off the ladder from Week 4

Fight!

SWEET CHIN MUSIC!!

Fight!

WARRIOR’S WAY!!!

Fight!

MUSCLE BUSTER!!!

Fight!

SPEAR!! SPEAR!!

Fight!

CHOKESLAM!!!

Fight!

WORLD’S GREATEST DOOMSDAY DEVICE!!

Fight!

619!!!

Fight!

FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH!!!

*Final cymbal crash*

Chris Jericho holds the AOW World title high in the air

And now, MamaJuana Energy presents the first AOW: Wednesday Night Oblivion Supershow!


“The Fight Song” by Marilyn Manson, the official theme of AOW Oblivion, continues to ring across the Hammerstein after our explosive first ever opening vignette. The next thing we hear are the voices of JBL and Joey Styles.


Joey Styles:
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the biggest event in AOW Wrestling history, as this is the FIRST EVER AOW Oblivion Supershow! We’re excited to have you all here and even more excited to be here and present to the absolute very best of the best in AOW. I’m Joey Styles alongside John “Bradshaw” Layfield here, ready to bring you the absolute best of the best.

JBL:
The best of the best is sittin’ right here, Joey. Be that as it may, this is an absolutely incredible night for AOW an’ as a result, the entire wrestling world in general.

*GODZILLA HORN*

“DON’T CALL IT A COMEBACK!”
***MAMA SAID KNOCK YOU OUT***


The classic Godzilla Horn gives way to LL Cool J, who introduces us to Samoa Joe. Joe’s got his signature towel donning his head, as well as wearing his Samoan necklace. Joe has no emotion on his face, just absolute sheer intensity and ready to go to war with the man he believes cost him the AOW title roughly a month ago. The crowd is giving him a very nice reaction in all his intensive glory.


***DING DING DING***

Tony Chimel:
The following contest is a War Rules match scheduled for one fall! There are no countouts, no disqualifications, and falls count anywhere! Introducing first, from the Isle of Samoa, weighing in at 270 pounds, The Samoan Submission Machine, SAMOOAAAAAA JOOOOOEEEE!!!

Joey Styles:
And we’re already ready to get the action going, with Samoa Joe and Finlay set to immediately kick things off in a War Rules match! How’s that for an opener, John?

JBL:
Well color me surprised, I wasn’t expectin’ this to be this early, but I guess if it’s first, there’s enough time t’get both men to the hospital.

“MY NAME IS FINLAY. AND I LOVE TA FIGHT”

**LAMBEG**


And now through the blood-red curtain is Finlay, ready to do the one thing he loves to do and that’s fight, shillelagh in hand. Before the commentators can talk him up or even for Chimmel to introduce him, Finlay gets that fight as Samoa Joe has come to the ramp and is starting the brawl early!!


WAR RULES MATCH


Samoa Joe v. Finlay


These two are letting each other have it, brawling away on the entrance ramp, not waiting!! Joe throws his heavy hand into several blows to Finlay’s face, forcing him to drop his shillelagh, but Finlay is up to the challenge and bashes Joe right back. The two are stalemating in the middle of the ramp, before Finlay starts to pull away, sending both men brawling down the ramp, towards the ring. Joe fights back once the fight hits the arena floor, however, as he takes Finlay’s head and CHUNKS IT INTO THE STEEL RING POST!!! Finlay collapses onto the nearby steel ring steps, but Joe’s not done. He lifts Finlay’s head and attempts to RAM IT INTO THE STEEL STEPS now, but Finlay is quick to counter his larger opponent, putting his foot on the steps, stopping the momentum. Finlay then wraps himself behind Joe’s arms and pushes him forward, SENDING JOE’S KNEE INTO THE STEEL!! As Joe grabs his knee in pain, Finlay grabs hold of the now displaced ring steps and rushes, BASHING JOE NOW IN THE WEAKENED KNEE!!!

Joe is a hardy man, however, and takes the hits without faltering. As Finlay steps back and attempts to ram the knee once again with the steel steps, Joe darts out of the way, sending the steps crashing into Finlay’s midsection and causing him to drop them. He turns to meet Joe, who shows us his legs are alright with A STEP UP ENZEGUIRI!!! The crowd pops for that, but Finlay doesn’t go down! Instead, Finlay wobbles around until Joe gets to his feet, when he drunkenly tries to throw a punch at Joe, who easily dodges it and grabs Finlay in a front headlock, potentially going for a suplex. He turns it so if he does, Finlay WILL HIT THE RING STEPS….NO!!! Finlay is able to stop him! Hooking his leg around Joe’s so it doesn’t happen, Finlay quickly gets out of early hardcore trouble. He holds onto Joe’s arm as he breaks the grapple, before pulling him in with a SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE, BOUNCING JOE’S HEAD OFF THE STEEL!!!

Finlay is back in control now, taking Joe and drags him to the other side of the steel ring steps, forcing Joe to sit down with his head pressed against them. Joe’s in a bad spot now, with Finlay backing up several steps, staking, before RUSHING AT JOE…JOE CATCHES FINLAY…AND ONE-HAND SCRAPBUSTER’S HIM ON THE STEEL STEPS!!! WOW!!! Joe counters his decapitation with a fierce swinging, one handed sideslam!!! Finlay’s spine is wrapped with pain after that, with the crowd treated to an early batch of hardcore insanity. Joe himself has to recover, shaking the cobwebs out of his head and tending to his knee quickly. Joe wants to take this inside, so he grabs Finlay by the head, drags him off the steel, and rolls him onto more familiar turf in the ring canvas.

Joe rolls in alongside his Irish opponent, dragging him to his feet and forcing him into a corner before backing away and delivering a hard CHOP(Woooooo!) that reddens the pale Irish skin of Finlay. Joe doesn’t let up, unleashing another CHOP(Woooooo!) that sends Finlay reeling. Finlay knows good and well anything and everything is legal in this one tonight, and doesn’t waste any time going under the ring and pulling out a steel chair. Joe, watching him the whole time, lets him get back in the ring. He backs up a few steps, as Finlay rolls in, chair in hand. And Joe looks to be challenging Finlay to strike him with the steel chair!! Finlay is a tad caught off guard with this, but Joe’s daring Finlay to come at him with the chair! Finlay jumps towards Joe, faking a move, but Joe doesn’t buy it and stays stoic and standing. Finlay charges for real this time, leading to Joe guarding his head…BUT FINAY BASHES THE CHAIR AGAINST JOE’S KNEE!!!

Finlay plays it smart and looks to continue picking apart the knee, knowing it can take out Joe’s power game, as Joe collapses onto one knee after the bashing. Finlay looks to reach back and CLOCK JOE IN THE SKULL this time…but Joe catches the swing! Joe struggles to get to both legs, but when he finally does, Finlay punts him in the gut and rips the chair away from his grip. With Joe bent over, Finlay RAISES THE CHAIR ABOVE HIS HEAD…NOBODY HOME!!! Joe, again, just narrowly avoids impact by standing straight up, jolting behind Finlay, capturing his head, then brings him down to the mat…THE CLUTCH!!! REAR NAKED CHOKE…but it’s not locked in! Finlay squirms and squirms before finally bashing hard fists to Joe’s injured knees, forcing him to release the body vice before it’s locked in. Finlay then grabs the chair and squirms outside the ring, taking a breather and reassessing his plan. Joe gets to his feet and looks to see Finlay outside before hitting his spinning theatrics and rebounding off the ropes, looking for the ELBOW SUICIDA…STEEL CHAIR TO THE SKULL!!! STEEL CHAIR THROUGH THE SKULL!!! Finlay hid the chair from the view of Joe before lifting and throwing it into Joe’s exposed cranium, flying through the ropes! The disgusting impact echoes through the arena, with Joe missile-ing himself into a coma.

Finlay is using his wit here early, taking this time now to catch himself. He then drops the chair and goes towards the entrance ramp before producing the shillelagh he dropped in the opening brawl moments of the contest. Upon his return to his opponent, Joe’s just getting to his feet when Finlay blindsides him and HITS HIM WITH THE SHILLELAGH IN THE BACK OF THE HURT KNEE!!! Joe again collapses in pain, Finlay now firmly in control it seems. Finlay doesn’t let up, raising the Irish staff and BASHING JOE ACROSS THE BACK!! Joe doesn’t completely collapse, but he recognizes the pain shooting through his body. Finlay still isn’t done, taking Joe’s face and holding it in his hands before reaching back again, looking for A SHOT TO THE FACE…JOE STOPS IT!!

Joe, gain, holding up one arm and stopping the blow, following it with a nasty headbutt that catches Finlay by surprise, sending him a few steps back. Joe follows him and delivers another headbutt, sending him back another step and making him drop the shillelagh. Joe then reaches on down and grabs the steel chair Finlay bashed him with earlier and CRACKS FINLAY ACROSS THE SKULL!!! Finlay, at this point leaning on the barricade, is ready to fall like a stone, but Joe quickly sets up the chair behind Dave, who falls into and sits in the chair. The crowd sees what’s coming, with Joe going all the way to the other side of the outside area. He’s giving the crowd a chance to get into things, letting them chant along –

“Ole, ole ole ole! Ole!! Ole!!!”

Joe charges…HITS THE OLE KICK…BUT THE BARRICADE BEHIND BOTH MEN COLLAPSES!!! WOW!!! Both men go toppling into an aisle in the front row, completely laid out now. The crowd is popping like crazy though, with these men pretty much wanting to beat as much shit out of each other as humanly possible.

Joey Styles:
HOLY HELL!!! What more are these men gonna do to kill each other?? No one’s even tried to execute a pinfall attempt! We’re just getting started!

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

We return from the break to see that both Finlay and Joe are brawling amongst the ticketholders, much like they did several weeks ago! The crowd, as expected, is totally into this, with both men going up and down the aisles now, simply beating each other to a pulp. Joe eventually starts pulling away with the blows, going all the way up the back, and THROWING FINLAY THROUGH A TUNNEL DOOR, putting them back in the arena area they’re so familiar with, especially since there’s still fans roaming about trying to get to their seats and the show’s right here. As per usual, several dumbasses celebrate when the camera hits them, but the intensity stays focused on Joe leading Finlay over to the concession stand now, with Joe taking Finlay in his arms, ready to chunk him through the stand, much to the dismay of the guy behind the counter
(who looks suspiciously like developmental talent Justin Gabriel…). Unfortunately, Finlay spins and reverses the throw, Joe now in his clutches, as he THROWS JOE INTO THE VENDER, popcorn thrown everywhere. The only cushion here on the fall was Justin Gabriel the Nacho Maker, whom Joe ever so politely pats on the chest as he gets to his feet.

Finlay is looking to follow Joe over the counter, but a hard right hook from the Samoan Machine sends Finlay right back to the other side. Joe jumps back over with him, going back to brawling with the Fighting Irishman, although this time, Finlay seems to be getting the upper hand. The two travel and fight all the way across the lobby area now until they reach the merchandise booth now, which is conveniently not a booth, just a standard table with a fancy cover. The in-control Finlay takes Joe’s face and RAMS IT INTO HIS KNEE, getting him the time he needs to clear the table of all its fixings and exposing it as a classic wrestling table. Finlay whacks Joe a few more times before grabbing him in a front headlock, LOOKING FOR A SUPLEX THROUGH THE TABLE…NO!!! Joe stops him with several jabs to the ribs, turning the grasp around, and forcing Finlay to take several steps back. Finlay tries to press the issue and rushes at Joe…SAMOAN DROP!!! SAMOAN DROP!!! SAMOAN DROP THROUGH THE TABLE!!!! SAMOAN DROP THROUGH THE TABLE!!!! We can hear the muffled crowd popping like mad, with Joe just as exhausted and hurt from that move as Finlay, both men lying there dazed.

The referee has indeed followed the men to this spot hoping for a fall, but neither man is in any condition to pin the other right now. Joe knows that, as he recovers first. He takes Finlay by the head and leads him back towards another tunnel, leading him back to the actual performing area, back amongst the aisles of fans. Joe looks to take this back to the ring now, leading Finlay back down the aisle and back towards the barricade, where he promptly throws Finlay over the top. Joe follows suit, both men finally back around the ring area. Finlay starts fighting back, but not long enough for Joe to chunk him back into the ring. Joe doesn’t follow him, however, as he’s busy rummaging around the bottom of the ring and pulls out…not one…but TWO GARBAGE CANS.

Joe looks maybe ready to end this as he throws both bins of beatdown into the ring, with Finlay grabbing a hold of one as it’s thrown in. When Joe steps in groggily steps in, both men are in possession of a garbage can, causing yet another standoff! Both men staredown for a brief moment before CHARGING AT EACH OTHER…Joe aiming high…BUT FINLAY AIMS LOW, CAN TO THE AGAIN INJURED KNEE!! Finlay goes right back to the weakened area, forcing Joe down again. Finlay is quick to pounce, however, taking the ravaged Joe and putting him behind is shoulders…CELTIC CROSS!!! CELTIC CROSS!!! CELTIC CROSS ON TOP OF THE TRASH CAN!!! The crowd is disgustingly amused at that maneuver, as Finlay pulls Joe off the mangled can to finally execute the first fall of the match, draping himself exhaustingly across –

1…

2…

3-NO!!!

JOE ROLLS THE SHOULDER!! HOW?? Finlay has a look of disbelief, if only for a moment when he takes Joe’s injured legs and introduces AOW to the CELTIC KNOT!!! CELTIC KNOT!!! Another finishing chance by Finlay, as this may have been what he was setting up for from the beginning, but Joe, with all the stress on his knee, refuses to tap! Joe is walking on his palms, crabbing over to the other garbage can, still refusing to tap. Joe gets his hands on the trash can…takes it…AND BASHES IT OVER FINLAY’S HEAD!!! WOW!!! Finlay lets go of the lock, his head potentially throbbing now!

Joe looks to swing things back his way now, taking the lesser-of-the-caved-in cans, the one Finlay had, and puts it over the body of the now sitting Finlay. Joe chops the back of the can before KICKING IT IN THE FRONT, which knocks Finlay down, before rebounding and nailing a KNEE DROP ONTO THE CAN! This hurt Joe’s knee as much as it kills Finlay, but Joe is quick to pull the can off and make his first fall attempt of the match –

1…

2…

3-NO!!!

Finlay finds a way to keep going!! Joe knows that he’s gotta do more and deliver even more punishment, so Joe doesn’t hesitate rolling out of the ring and grabbing the displaced steel ring steps and chunking it into the ring. When the camera view looks in the ring, we can see that Finlay has in fact been BUSTED OPEN, somewhere between getting shot in the Knot and the knee drop to the canned face. Joe looks ready to end this with the steel ring steps, placing them close to Finlay, but Dave isn’t going down just yet, giving a bloody headbutt, right to Joe’s chin. Finlay backs into a corner and backpedals to the top rope, looking for something. Joe roams over and gives him a blow to the jaw, however, where Joe looks to set things up…FOR A MUSCLE BUSTER. Finlay fights and fights and fights, but Joe’s not letting up, locking it in…BUT JOE COLLAPSES!! All the work Finlay’s done to Joe’s knee has finally paid off!! Finlay takes away Joe’s power game as he planned. Joe folds and holds his knee, with Finlay back on his feet and prepping for the FINLAY PRESS…THE CLUTCH!!!! THE CLUTCH!!! FINLAY HITS THE PRESS, BUT JOE CAPTURES HIM IN HIS SIGNATURE SUBMISSION!!! Finlay may have taken away the buster, but he didn’t take away The Clutch!! Finlay’s lack of oxygen to his head due to the blood is starting to take its toll, even if Joe can’t get the bodyscissors locked in completely. Finlay is fading fast, the referee keeps asking if he wants to tap, with Joe selling the intensity…









Finlay keeps refusing to tap…





Referee asks one last time…







But he’s not responding…








THE REFEREE ORDERS FOR THE BELL!!! FINLAY HAS FADED!!!

Here is your winner…SAMOA JOE at (15:01)


Joe gets his hand raised, but he’s got blood over a great deal of his upper body after mangling around with the bloodied Finlay. Joe looks around at the mess he’s made of the ring and Finlay before looking down at Finlay, mouthing to him “I just killed you, old man”. Finlay takes that opportunity to SPIT IN JOE’S FACE. There was probably some blood in there too, making Joe furious, and trying to get his hands on the downed Finlay, but the referee is quick to dart between them and tell Joe that the match is over. Joe finally obliges and leaves.

Joey Styles:
We have just seen what will be destined to be the most hellacious contest in AOW HISTORY!!! That was a war of wars!!

JBL:
An’ you know what, Joey? That was match. Number. One.

Joey Styles:
These men took each other past their physical limits, beating the hell out of each other! There wasn’t even a pinfall attempt until one man thought the other was effectively in a coma!

JBL:
That’s where ‘War Rules’ come into play, Joey. In war, you look for the big, endin’ dubya. Makin’ attempts to win doesn’t give you the win in a war. You have to surround an enemy, beat’m to a pulp, make sure an’ know he’s weak, then you go in for the victory move an’ make’m surrender. These men brawled like real warsmen out there tonight.

Joey Styles:
And it is worth noting that Finlay did not infact surrender. The referee saw that Finlay was not responding and did not appear conscious when Samoa Joe had him in that rear naked choke. The blood loss paired with what that submission hold does to your head and neck area caused Finlay to black out, but not tap out on his own will and power.

JBL:
I was just fixin’ t’say, Joey, a man like Finlay does not give up as long as he’s breathin’. ‘cause if he’s breathin’, he’s got some fight left in him.

Joey Styles:
And fight he did indeed still had, hawking a lugie in the face of Samoa Joe! What a sore loser!

JBL:
That’s not bein’ a sore loser, Joey. That’s showin’ Joe that he still wants a fight. Joe thought he killed him, but Finlay said hell no.

Joey Styles:
Even though Finlay said no, your winner is right there, ladies and gentlemen, but as a former colleague of mine used to say…“Just look at the carnage”! This was not a pretty victory for Samoa Joe.

JBL:
Joey, this I can say from experience – an ugly win is better than a beautiful loss any day of th’ week.



~Backstage…


The Miz:
Well hi, folks. I’m Mike “The Miz” Mizanin, and I’m here because for some reason Torrie Wilson isn’t here. Oh yeah. That’s right. She’s terrible. So I’ll be here all night with my guest at this time and competing for the AOW World title later this evening – Shawn Michaels!!!

~A great reaction for the one and only HBK

The Miz:
‘Sup, Shawn?

HBK:
Fine, Miz.

The Miz:
So Shawn, you’ve been getting some pretty messed up responses lately. I mean, there’s a lot of fans just downright pissed at you kickin’ Rob Van Dam’s head off last week. Some of them think you should ‘apologize’. What’s that all about, Shawn?

HBK:
Apologize? Why do I need to apologize? Rob Van Dam was the one who looked me in the eye an’ lied to me. An’ for the record, I was the only person who kept my promise. I said I’d kick RVD in his chinny chin chin. Then I did. So there. No apologies to RVD. No apologies to Chris Jericho. Nothin’.

The Miz:
So no apologies? No nothin’?

HBK:
I do have somethin’, though. I’m not gonna apologize to Van Dam. I’m just gonna thank him. So thank you, Robbie V. I was gonna go in that ring hopin’ it would wind up just bein’ you and me and we could decide who the better man was by skill. Because I respected you. No more. Thank you for now allowing me to get into that ring tonight with a loaded boot ready to kick the lights outta you, Chris Jericho, and that freakin’ giant too.

~Michaels walks off to a wild ovation, these fans in accordance with him, despite hating on their hero, Van Dam


Quote:
**Video Package**

We’re brought to a scene with a ring filled with shadows

Narrator:
For as long as wrestling has been an art form, many men have tried to tame it and perfect it…


The ring then reveals two figures, one of a polished powerhouse, the other, a small but technical wizard

Narrator:
And one place has produced more of these ‘perfectionists’ than anywhere else…


Flashes go by of Chris Jericho, Lance Storm, Chris Benoit, and Bret Hart

Narrator:
This cold, unmerciful, yet as glorifying as it is unforgiving place can only be described as…


The two shadowed figures perform what we know as the Hart Attack, before both lock on Sharpshooters

Narrator:
The Dungeon.


The shadows around the ring clear to reveal that they are indeed training in the legendary Hart Dungeon

Narrator:
The Dungeon has given birth to the final perfectionists…the final ‘executers of excellence’…her final sons…


The two still shadowed figures get a rapid close up, faces still concealed in shadow

*SONS OF THE DUNGEON*
COMING TO AOW



…suddenly, the film cuts on the reel, revealing a white background for a moment before flashes go by of two men giving intense faces, roaring towards the camera, one a lean powerhouse, the other a slicked back blonde, before we hear a very young sounding, cocky voice…

Voice:
And for those of you who think a ‘dungeon’ in Canada is the only place to go to be a ‘perfectionist’ or an ‘executor’, look no further.


Another flash goes by of the larger man, nailing a gutwrench powerbomb, while the smaller blonde hits a leaping spike reverse STO

Voice:
We are All-Americans, the very best wrestlers this great country has to offer.


Another flash of both men looking intense, this time beside each other but the white backdrop soon begins developing into an American flag, waving in the breeze. The cocky voice then names itself, while another, unfamiliar voice follows

Nameth:
I’m Nick Nameth.


Another flash of Nameth nailing his spike reverse STO

Hagar:
And I’m Jack Hagar.


Flash of the now named taller, leaner, but more powerful man go by of him nailing a German suplex, roaring at the camera following

Nameth:
I am “The Natural”.


Hagar:
I am intensity.


Nameth:
We are perfection.


Nameth nails a flawless German of his own

Hagar:
We are execution.


Both men hit Germans in unison, in the ring at the same time

Nameth:
And we were made the right way –


A 360 shot of both men in the same frame, back to back

Both:
AMERICAN!


*AMERICAN MADE*
COMING TO AOW
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

~Back at ringside...

***DING DING DING***

Tony Chimel:
The following contest is the Tag Team Turing Point match to crown the FIRST AOW Cruiserweight Champion! The rules are as follows: each contestant must have a tag team partner. All eligible teams will compete in a Tag Team Gauntlet contest. The last team standing will face each other to decide who will become the FIRST EVER Cruiserweight Champion!

~Great crowd reaction for this

**MEXICANO MUY LOCO**

The Mexicools are the first team on the scene, not coming out in their more recognizable riding mowers. They’re pumping up the crowd and taking jabs at each other, just letting each other know if they make it to the end, they’re still gonna be the best of friends.

Joey Styles:
This is another very unique AOW Original, this one coming from the mind of Mick Foley.

JBL:
The very psychotic mind of Mick Foley.

Joey Styles:
….the mind of Mick Foley. The rules are just as Tony Chimel described, and that is that whoever walks out here alongside you is you tag team partner. You’ll run the gauntlet of numerous tag teams, with the last team standing facing each other for the Cruiserweight title.

**A COUNTRY BOY CAN SURVIVE**

Jamie Noble
walks out to the entrance stage, ready as ever, hoping to get a piece of that title. This is the first time we’ve seen Noble since his win on the debut episode of AOW, but he’s still got the same pitbull demeanor.

**SKIP OVER**

Elix Skipper
comes out now, the duo not nearly as pumped as the Mexicools were moments ago. Skipper and Noble walk together as though they really are two separate entities instead of one cohesive unit. Either way, both men looked determined enough that they’ll be the ones walking out with the gold.


TAG TEAM TURNING POINT MATCH
*Cruiserweight Championship*
~Tag Team Gauntlet Round~

The Mexicools v. Jamie Noble & Elix Skipper


So it’s the Mexicools and Noble & Skipper to start things, with the bell ringing and Psicosis being the lead man now, who’s actually making his AOW in-ring debut. For the other side, Noble has stepped up first to do battle. The two take a second to circle before Noble shoots in hard on Psicosis, forcing him to the canvas. Noble immediately begins working like the pitbull he is, taking his elbow and dropping it several times onto the inside of Psicosis’ leg, perhaps trying to hamper the flight of the Mexicools. After these repeat blows, Noble takes Psicosis and CATAPAULTS HIM INTO HIS CORNER! A pretty early move, but it gets Noble a chance to tag in Skipper. Noble holds Psicosis’ ribs open for Skipper to dig a well-placed boot into them.

Skipper now takes Psicosis and whips him into the ropes, but as Skipper lowers his head on the rebound, Psicosis kicks him in the face, forcing him to stand upright. Psicosis then backs away and rebounds off the ropes with a hard clothesline. As Skipper quickly gets to his feet, he gets another clothesline, followed by another. As Psicosis rushes for something one last time, Skipper gets a small running start and CRUSHES HIM WITH A SPINNING WHEEL KICK!!! The impact sends Psicosis straight into the canvas! Skipper with the first cover –

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Psicosis forces his shoulder up, which Skipper grabs and yanks him to his feet by. He whips him yet again into the ropes, again looking for something, but Psicosis leaps cleanly onto Skipper’s head…AND FLOATS OVER FOR A DDT!! WOW!!! Both men are down from that move from nowhere, with Psicosis trying to crawl into his corner to get Super Crazy. Skipper’s dazed as well, trying to find his way to Noble. Skipper gets to his corner first, tagging in the Pitbull, while Psicosis takes a leap of faith…and gets the hot tag in to the Crazy one!

Crazy comes in guns blazing, nailing a dropkick to Noble, who recovers quickly, only to get another one, and another. As Noble gets to his feet following the third, he’s whipped into an empty corner, when Crazy runs over to bash a forearm into Skipper and knocking him off the apron for a second. Crazy then rushes over and leaps to a mounted perch on top of Noble, where Crazy shouts “En Espaņol!”, the crowd ready to count the punches with him in Spanish.

“UNO!!”
“DOS!!”
“TRES!!”
“QUATRO!!”
“CINCO!!”
“SEIS!!”
“SIETE!!”

POWERBOMB!!!! POWERBOMB!!! Noble interrupts the Spanish ten punches count with a powerbomb from the corner!!! Wow!! He tries for a cover now –

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Crazy doesn’t go down! Skipper is back on the apron now, wanting a tag from Noble, but Noble says he can do this on his own. Noble takes Super Crazy from behind…AND HITS HIM WITH THE COBRA CLUTCH SLAM!!! That surely has to be it –

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CRAZY KICKS OUT AGAIN!! Both Skipper and Noble are getting pissed that they can’t finish this, so Noble looks to end things when he double underhooks Crazy, looking for the NOBLE DRIVER…Crazy forces the unhook…JACKNIFE COVER!! The surprise roll-up count –

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ELIMINATED: JAMIE NOBLE & ELIX SKIPPER at (4:01)


Noble is not a happy camper right now, and neither is the look on Skipper’s Elix just shakes his head in disappointment, while Noble’s face is frozen in disbelief that he got pinned while in control. The Mexicools celebrate for a brief moment while Noble and Skipper go back to the back, with Crazy even surprised he got the fall that quickly. We await for the next due of entrance themes to hit…

**THE PROUD WARRIOR**

A very solid pop lets loose as Low Ki walks out the entrance stage, crouched and ready to pounce on his opponents. He has to wait a moment for his rambunctious partner, however…

**JACK E.**

Another great pop goes out for Jack Evans, who comes out two-steppin’ and jivin’ around, showing his fancy footwork already. Ki has to punch Evans on the shoulder and wiggle his finger for him to stop. This is serious business, Evans. “Low Jack” as they’ve been branded rush into the ring to get things going.


The Mexicools v. “Low Jack”


Crazy is still considered the legal man, while Evans quickly leaps in to become the head man of his group at the outgoing. Crazy is still very much wounded from the impact he took just moments before, which prompts Evans to whip him into the ropes quickly, only to rush at him on the rebound with a high elbow. A quick Evans cover –

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A quick kickout by Crazy to show he’s very much alive. As Evans reaches down to bring Crazy to his feet, Crazy tries to pull an encore and pulls Evans in to roll him up –

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Evans uncoils the small package as both men get to their feet quickly now, with Crazy letting out another surprise dropkick. Evans oversells it a tad and winds up flying through the middle ropes towards the entrance ramp. This prompts Low Ki to charge the ring, but Psicosis is one steps ahead of him, with both Mexicools cutting him off with a DOUBLE DROPKICK that forces him to roll out of the ring on the same side as Evans. Evans and Ki take a moment to reconfigure themselves, while The Mexicools look at each other and telekinetically come up with the same plan it seems. Both men rush towards the ropes, quickly climb through…DOUBLE ASAI MOONSAULTS!!! DOUBLE ASAI MOONSAULTS!! ALL FOUR MEN ARE DOWN!!! The crowd is white hot for that move!

It takes several seconds for anyone to get to their feet, as the Mexicools do so, throwing Evans back into the ring, while Super Crazy rushes in to cover –

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Not yet! Evans is still feeling loopy, trying to get to his feet, but he’s quickly stopped by Crazy who pulls him into his corner to tag in Psicosis. They both take Evans into their clutches and execute a DOUBLE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!! Psicosis with another cover –

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Evans is able to kick out! Psicosis brings Evans back to a vertical base, but Evans is quick to counter with a hard jab to his jaw, followed by another, before leaping with a CORKSCREW DROPKICK! Evans busts that move from nowhere, getting Low Jack their first cover –

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Psicosis is able to get out of it. Evans drags him to his feet, and nails a sitout front suplex that plops Psicosis right in front of a turnbuckle. Evans looks to get to the top rope and perhaps aims to end this with something…but Psicosis quickly gets to his feet, hitting Evans square in the jaw and forcing him to drop and sit on the top rope. Psicosis soon joins him and looks to perhaps nail a superplex, but Evans fights him off, eventually giving both men a little bit of room…Evans leaps onto the shoulders of Psicosis in electric chair fashion…FRANKENSTEIR!!! REVERSE FRANKENSTEIR!!! REVERSE FRANKENSTEIR FROM THE TOP ROPE!!! Both men are down, with Psicosis having been flown all the way across the ring into an empty corner!

“HOLY SHIT” chants are going around now, as Evans quickly tries to make it into his corner. Super Crazy is trying to get his partner riled up enough to tag him, but it’s Evans who manages to get the tag in to Low Ki, who quickly jolts across the ring and low dropkicks Psicosis in the face, throwing him face down. Ki recovers relatively close to the Mexicool’s corner, where Super Crazy leaps the rope and kicks Ki in the face on the way over. With Low Ki stunned, Crazy rushes towards him, but Ki doges him and gives him a STIFF KICK TO THE JAW that sends him reeling, back leaning against the ropes. Evans, meanwhile, has yet to leave the ring, rushes over and clotheslines Crazy over the rope, taking both men tumbling over the top rope. Ki shoots on the still face down Psicosis and wraps himself around him, locking in a submission maneuver…DRAGON CLUTCH!!! DRAGON CLUTCH!!! The Dragon Sleeper’s got Psicosis in a frantic frenzy, trying to find a rope to grab…BUT HE TAPS!!! HE TAPS!!!

ELIMINATED: THE MEXICOOLS at (9:29)


Psicosis and Super Crazy are eliminated!! “Low Jack” moves on! The unlikely pairing seem to be giving it a valiant effort, with Evans soon sliding back into the ring after actually helping Crazy get to his feet. While watching the men they just defeated go up the ramp, Low Ki actually does a salute gesture to both men, letting everyone know there’s no hard feelings between either team. Evans and Ki look at each other with an expression of “there’s no way we should’ve worked that well” before preparing for the next opponents…

“IT’S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN!!”

**FINAL COUNTDOWN**


Danielson!!! They drew Danielson!! Bryan Danielson exits the curtain, finger in the air, getting a very welcome reception from the crowd. He’s not got his hood on, just prepared in his ring gear, awaiting his partner in Matt Sydal.

**MACH**

The crowd lets out a big pop for this sound, despite Sydal coming up short in a losing effort in his only AOW match. Danielson waits…and waits…and waits…but Sydal is nowhere to be seen. Everyone looks on in mystique and intrigue, until the yin-yang big screen reveals a grim sight…and that’s Matt Sydal, face down, clutching his body, paramedics rushing to his aide. Danielson and the crowd look on in disgust at what potentially just happened.


Joey Styles:
That’s…that was supposed to be Bryan Danielson’s partner for this contest, but…Sydal looks to be in no shape to compete right now…who would do this? Now what’s Danielson gonna do? He can’t compete without a partner!

JBL:
Unless that pompous dweeb can magically conjure up a tag team partner, he’ll be disqualified. Not that I’m complainin’.

“LISTEN…”

**IT’S TIME (HACKER’S REMX)**


GREGORY HELMS!!
Helms comes from behind the curtain…holding a steel chair in hand. He casually, but dramatically, walks right beside Danielson before patting the chair with pride and throwing it aside. He and Danielson have a very tense staredown.

“I told you I would be here. I told you I wouldn’t be ignored. Even if it means bein’ witchu.”


Joey Styles:
Well that solves that mystery. Gregory Helms just used that chair on Matt Sydal so he could get into this match with Bryan Danielson!

JBL:
He didn’t do it to get a match with Danielson, Joey. He did it to get a match against Danielson. The winners of this part ‘f the match have to face each other, remember?

Joey Styles:
Well…yeah.

JBL:
An’ what better way to make it t’the end than knowin’ thy enemy? And these men are EN – E- MIES.



Low Jack v. Bryan Danielson & Gregory Helms

With the obvious animosity between one team and a somewhat unproven chemistry in the other, this looks to really set the epitomy of what this match is. It’s not just about making it to the end with your buddy. It’s about having to face the guy you’re working with now. And none of these men in the ring seem to have a problem with that. Ki is still the legal man for his team, while Danielson and Helms, predictably, aren’t on the same page for who’s starting. Danielson eventually takes over and tells Helms to back off, but without much of an argument, Helms allows him to kick things off. Something up the hacker’s sleeve…?

Whatever it may be, Danielson and Ki circle each other before executing a nice lock-up that sees neither man getting an advantage. They swing all around the ring, gripped in tight, neither man budging. They eventually wind back center ring before letting go of the hold. Both men stretch their arms back out before going at it again with another lock-up, this time seeming as though Ki is getting the upper hand, but Danielson quickly makes it another stalemate, once again forcing both men off of each other, no one with the advantage. Both men again stalk each other, Danielson cracking his knuckles, Ki cracking his neck. They go at it one more time, for a third intense tie-up, but quickly going into this one, Ki tries to surprise Danielson with a rising knee to the jaw, but Danielson is quick to catch on, catching the knee before it meets his face. Ki is quick to counter this as well, going for the AIDED ENSEGUIRI, but Danielson ducks, putting Ki flat on the canvas, the Dragon still holding onto the leg. Danielson attempts something, perhaps an STF, but before he can fully get it in, Ki rolls out of the move, freeing his leg and sending him across the ring. The crowd gives both men a round of applause for their very intriguing stalemate early in this leg of the match.

Joey Styles:
These cruiserweights know what’s on the line, but can either one of these teams make it to the finals for the title? Keep it here!!

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

Upon our return, Danielson is trying to whip Ki into the ropes, but it’s reversed, sending Danielson rebounding. But on that rebound, Danielson turns his momentum around in a carousel type move, winding up whipping Ki into the ropes anyway. But on that rebound, Ki finds his way to contort around Danielson’s body…IRON OCTOPUS!!! IRON OCTOPUS!! Ki flashing a move he hasn’t yet, with the crowd all over this flashy move. Danielson is starting to bend his knees, collapsing to the canvas a bit, but he’s trying to find a way out of it. His arm is getting wrenched with the awkwardness of the position, the strain showing on the Dragon’s face. After another pain drenched moment, Danielson starts…spinning in place? Danielson spins around…and around…and around…and around…and around…until Ki’s legs go flying off his body, forcing him face first into the canvas! With Ki’s arm still close to Danielson’s, Bryan grabs it and attempts A LEBELL LOCK…but Ki is able to flip over his head, getting out of the move. Danielson is still sitting when that occurs, prompting Ki to hit A ROLLING KOPPO KICK TO DANIELSON’S FACE!!! Ki with the first cover –

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Not eliminated quite yet!! Danielson is still in there!! Ki hesitates for a second before getting to his feet and tagging in Evans, who pulls Danielson a bit more center ring before hitting a STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS! Danielson gets hit with more flash –

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Not so easily, yet again! Danielson kicks out and isn’t ready to go down! Evans looks to set up for something else now…A STANDING CORKSCREW SHOOTING STAR PRESS…BUT DANIELSON THROWS HIS KNEES UP!!! The velocity Evans was going comes back to haunt him, as he comes crashing down on the deadly knees of Danielson. As Evans hangs off of the knees, Danielson starts to wrap his limbs around Evans’…AND LOCKS IN A SURFBOARD!! EVANS’ SUPER FLEXIBLE BODY IS CONTORTED IN WAYS IT SHOULD NOT!!! Just the grotesque twists in Evans’ body right now are making the crowd say their ‘ooh’ and ‘aahs’, Evan’s head is pretty much in Danielson’s stomach at this point, Danielson taking full control. Low Ki is trying to prompt his partner out of the lock, actually saying his first words in AOW in the process. When Ki darts between the ropes to break the hold himself, Danielson unhooks the lock and rolls backwards into his corner, where Gregory Helms lets himself in on a blind tag to Danielson’s back. Danielson looks at Helms like he’s lost his mind, to which Helms completely ignores and jumps into the ring, giving Ki a clothesline for his troubles.

When Ki rolls out, Helms now turns his attention back towards Jack E, the legal man. The worn down Evans takes several stiff shots to the head before Helms throws him on the middle rope and puts his weight on him, choking Evans with his throat on the ropes. The referee starts counting, when we can audibly hear Danielson scream “Let him go, Helms!”, fully aware that they can be disqualified. Helms looks back at Danielson with the awfully snarky comment – “I have ‘til five, Danielson!” Those in attendance who get the reference let out a small ‘ooh’ reaction, most definitely a poke at Danielson’s famous indy line. And just like a heel should, Helms keeps the weight on Evans until the count of almost five. With Evans still dangling over the middle rope, Helms climbs through to the apron, close to a corner. He then charges…AND NAILS A HARD RUNNING JUMPING KNEE TO THE SKULL OF EVANS!!! Evans whiplashes off the ropes and onto the canvas hard, while Helms falls to the outside, limping for a second after landing on his knee. As he looks to get back on the apron to continue the match, something catches his eye…LOW KI FLYING THROUGH THE AIR, EAGLE SPREAD TOWARDS HIM!!! SPRINGBOARD PLANCHA TO THE OUTSIDE!!!

Ki and Helms are lain out outside now, with Evans surely having a concussion inside the ring. Danielson the only one really aware of anything right now, but he’s not the legal man. He jumps in anyway, trying to go across the ring to the outside, but for some reason, the ref stops him to try and keep some kind of control. While Danielson tries to get through, Evans, still clearly dazed, ROLLS UP DANIELSON IN A SCHOOL BOY…but the referee isn’t counting, with Evans’ rocked so hard, he doesn’t even know he’s trying to pin the non-legal man. As Danielson lies prone, we can see him start to work his way round, before finally…TRAPPING EVANS IN THE LEBELL LOCK!!! LEBELL LOCK!!! EVANS TAPS!!! EVANS TAPS!!! EVANS TAPS!!! BUT DANIELSON ISN’T THE LEGAL MAN!! The referee can’t acknowledge the fall! As that goes on, Low Ki has recovered and has leapt to the apron. As soon as he does so, Danielson lets go of the Lebell and flies across the ring, NAILNG A FRONT DROPKICK THROUGH THE ROPES, sending both men back crashing to the outside! With Evans lying in pain in the middle ring, Helms sneaks his way back in, stalking Evans. As soon as Evans gets on one knee, Helms RUSHES AT HIM WITH THE SHINING WIZARD!!! The cover –

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[i]ELIMINATED: LOW JACK at (17:44)


Somehow, Helms and Danielson coexisted long enough to knock off the impressive duo of “Low Jack”. Helms looks outside the ring to see Danielson, before yelling at him “THAT’S how the REAL best in the world does it! You see that?” Danielson can only stare back, knowing he had the fall moments before, but nonetheless keeps his tongue in cheek as he goes back towards the apron, completely ignoring Helms’ “I’m better than you” banter in preparation for the next team.

**LONDON CALLING**

And here comes Paul London and Brian Kendrick, the Hooliganz, making their way to the entrance stage and rushing on down to the ring, both men sliding in on their stomachs into the ring, only to get stomped on by Gregory Helms![/I]


Bryan Danielson & Gregory Helms v. The Hooliganz


Helms proceeds to attempt to stomp the life out of Kendrick upon his entrance, but London is quick to stop him, nailing him with several right hands. Danielson jumps in the ring now, but he’s ambushed by Kendrick, forcing them to fight. Helms and Danielson hit a semi-accord when they whip the Hooliganz into the opposite ropes simultaneously, but London is able to duck under a Helms clothesline attempt, and Kendrick to slide under a Danielson high boot. As Danielson and Helms turn around, they each get hit with WELL-AIMED DROPKICKS!!! Kendrick quickly rolls Danielson out before bowing out himself in order for London to cover Helms –

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Helms has some fight left! London doesn’t waste much time, however, bringing Helms to his feet and tries to whip him into the ropes once more, but Helms reverses the whip. On London’s rebound, he takes Helms for a ride with a hurricanrana, with Helms getting to his feet quickly, however dizzy. London then greets him here with his signature Dropsault, forcing Helms into his own corner, who quickly tags in Bryan Danielson, who has since gotten back to the apron. The frustration, or maybe cowardice, of Helms gets the better of him on the tagout.

Danielson steps in now, a bit more fresh, but he’s faced with the task of facing a pair of guys who took the World’s Greatest Tag Team to their limit three different times. Undaunted, Danielson aims to tie-up with London, but London wants no part of the technical game from Danielson, whom he seems to have scouted. London darts underneath the tie-up attempt, bashing Danielson on the spine a few times before attempting what looks like a bulldog, but Danielson throws him off of him and forces him into the ropes, but on that rebound, Kendrick tags his partner on the back. On that rebound, London dives low and forces Danielson to leap in evasion, but as he does, Kendrick leaps over the top rope and NAILS DANIELSON WITH A DROPKICK IN MID-AIR!!! The established cruiserweight tag team proves their worth! Kendrick with a cover –

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Danielson rolls the shoulder! Kendrick spends a moment to collect himself, perhaps tending to his still aching spine. Danielson takes this time to get to his feet, but Kendrick quickly takes him off of it with a leaping calf kick, prompting another quick cover –

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Danielson quickly rolls to his feet with that one, Kendrick forced off. As both men charge back at each other, Danielson catches Kendrick in an arm drag, keeping Kendrick down with the armbar, hoping to perhaps slow the tempo from the rugrats that are the Hooliganz. Kendrick is quick to recognize this, struggling to get to his feet, but finally manages to do so, nailing several kicks to Danielson’s calf area before finally fighting free and rushing at Danielson with a hurricanrana…but Danielson holds on…DEATH VALLY DRIVER!! WOW!!! Danielson catches Kendrick attempting the hurricanrana, flips him over his shoulders, and nails the Driver! Danielson with a cover after the devastating blow –

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Kendrick, somehow, throws his shoulder up! The crowd isn’t sure after that momentous move, complete with Kendrick’s ladder match injuries. Danielson takes a moment to stare back at Helms, who is berating him for not being able to get the pin after that move. Danielson’s rebuttal is a simple ‘whatever’ stare, as Kendrick tries to get on one knee. Danielson turns around to kick Kendrick HARD IN THE CHEST, the crowd cringing with the blow. Danielson rears back and KICKS AGAIN…AND AGAIN…AND AGAIN!! Kendrick’s chest is about to cave in it seems, when Danielson rears back one more time with a swift BEHEADING KICK TO KENDRICK!!! BK collapses, when Danielson hits another cover –

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Kendrick kicks out again!! This doesn’t get any positive reaction out of Danielson’s own personal Peanut Gallery in the form of Helms, who seems to have changed his catchphrase to ‘heckled by Helms’ tonight. Danielson waits for Kendrick to get to his feet, stalking him…LEBELL LOCK!!! LEBELL LOCK!! LEBELL LOCK!!! Kendrick’s got absolutely nowhere to go…London comes in to break it up! London stomps Danielson down for a second, before returning to his corner. This gives Kendrick a little more time, but Danielson is quick to stop any momentum he might have by quickly executing an arm drag and holding onto it for an armbar, but Kendrick still has enough wits about him to force both men to their feet, with Kendrick starting to bash Danielson in the ribs with several shots. Kendrick is able to develop a clear way out, rebounding off the ropes in front of him. Danielson lowers his head on said rebound and gets his face kicked off for it, sending him staggering in reverse, where Helms tags himself in blindly. Danielson looks at him like ‘you fuckin’ dumbass’, but nonetheless, Helms rushes into the fray, clothesline ready, only for Kendrick to spin himself on the open arm AND HAS A CRUCIFIX IN!! A quick cover –

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Helms is able to roll out of the quick pin attempt, but as he rolls to his feet, Kendrick is still on a knee and he CHARGES AND GOES FOR THE SHINING WIZARD…NO!!! Kendrick swoops under the attack, reaches back, and pulls Helms over for another quick roll-up –

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Helms is able to throw his legs up and out! Both men get to vertical bases yet again, but almost as soon as they do, Helms grapples Kendrick and THROWS HIM OVER HIS HEAD WITH A NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!!! Helms can’t keep the bridge, instead, floating over for the cover –

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Kendrick is again able to get out of this! Helms is getting a tad frustrated with not being able to put these guys away now, now resorting to clamping his forearms around Kendrick’s head, cutting off the flow to Kendrick’s noodle. Helms’ taped wrists now seem to be digging into Kendrick’s face, but the crowd seems to be helping Kendrick dig into his inner resolve, as London starts stomping and clapping to help his tag team partner get out of this clamp.

*CLAP*
*CLAP*
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*CLAP*
*CLAPCLAP*
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*CLAPCLAP*
*CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Kendrick is finally able to get to his feet, dramatically struggling to lift Helms’ clamped arms over his head…BACKFLIP KICK!!! BACKFLIP KICK!!! Helms gets crunched in the face with the backward momentum blow!! Kendrick flops forward as Helms reels back, finally getting the hot tag in to Paul London. London springs in over the top rope, nailing the already reeling Helms with a clothesline, followed quickly by another, then another, with Helms rushing back each time. After the hat trick of clotheslines, Helms rushes towards him yet again, only for London to catch him in an inverted atomic drop, immediately followed by a standing hurricanrana. As Helms groggily gets to his feet following that one, he charges London yet again, who moves out of the way and sends Helms’ face hitting off the top padded turnbuckle in an empty corner. As London ventures over to the hurt legal man, he motions for Kendrick to follow him. Kendrick obliges, as London lifts Helms up onto the second rope from between his legs, as Kendrick ascends to the top rope before getting a three-quarter facelock in…Tower of London attempt…? Helms is trying his best to fight off both guys, punching London in the head several times to get him stepping away, while taking Kendrick’s locks in his hands and LEAPING OFF THE SECOND ROPE, SLAMMING KENDRICK’S HEAD INTO THE STEEL POST!

Kendrick goes into a Tree of Woe position, while Danielson has broken in, noticing the trouble, and is handling London, but London is able to fire off several right hands to both Helms and Danielson to keep them at bay before taking Danielson with him, but Danielson fights him off and puts him on the top rope in the same corner that Kendrick is still dangling in, looking for some sort of superplex. London fights Danielson off the top before jumping off himself and hoisting Danielson on top, looking for something himself. As he does that, Helms notices a chance for offense, and gets himself underneath London, ascending to the second rope with London in an Electric Chair Drop position. He drifts too close to the ropes, however, and is still able to grapple Danielson in the superplex position. Down below, Kendrick rolls himself up and grapples Helms around the waist…WOW!!! GERMAN SUPLEX DOMINOING INTO AN ELEVATED SUPERPLEX!! ALL FOUR MEN ARE DOWN!!!

“HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!” chants are abound following that move, as all four men have tumbled and gripping their bodies. London’s ribs that ‘feel like pudding’ can’t be helped following that, while Helms takes the least of the brunt, with the German suplex looking a tad weak. Kendrick has since collapsed out of the corner and rolled out of the ring, with London dragging himself over to the still downed Helms for a cover –

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Danielson has suddenly grabbed London’s leg and dragged him off of the body of his partner, pulling him into a grounded double chicken wing…bridges…CATTLE MUTILATION!!! CATTLE MUTILATION!!! Those in the crowd who are aware of this maneuver give it a pop, but those who don’t, still pop for the very intriguing move that has London in so much pain. Kendrick rolls into the ring, however, and stomps on Danielson’s exposed midsection, forcing him to end the hold. He takes Danielson in his hand and proceeds to try and throw him over the top rope, but Danielson holds onto the top rope and finds his way to standing on the apron. Kendrick rushes at the apron bound Danielson and LEAPS WITH A CROSS BODY, SENDING BOTH MEN CRASHING TO THE FLOOR!!! London is just starting to stir, standing, but drops to one knee on the combination of fatigue and his ribs ailing, as Helms recovers to see this and take advantage of Danielson’s work yet again, nailing London WITH ANOTHER SHINING WIZARD!!! The cover –

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ELIMINATED: THE HOOLIGANZ at (27:49)

Joey Styles:
That’s it!! This stage is cleared!! Now, Gregory Helms and Bryan Danielson have to face each other to find out who’s gonna become the first Cruiserweight Champion! Who’s it gonna be? We’ll find out next!!!

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


As we return from the break, the referee has ordered both ment to opposite corners, both men panting from a great deal of wrestling thus far in this contest, but now they're ready for the real reason they're here - for that AOW Cruiserweight tite.


~To crown the FIRST EVER AOW Cruiserweight Champion~


Bryan Danielson v. Gregory Helms




As we return to kick things off, Danielson is still gripping his back from getting cross-bodied to the floor a few moments ago. As the referee checks on Danielson, he’s on one knee and gripping the spot on his back, telling the ref that yes, he can continue. As soon as this gets confirmed, the ref signals for both men to go at it, which Helms quickly obliges by RUSHING AT DANIELSON WITH SHINING WIZARD INTENTIONS…NO!!! Danielson dodges the running assault, sending Helms chest-first and unprotected into the padded corner. As he shoots back out, Danielson gets to his feet, wraps his arms around Helms’ waist…AND NAILS A FLAWLESS GERMAN SUPLEX!!! Danielson is able to keep the bridge –

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Although both men have taken their beatings, the fresher Helms throws his legs up to escape. Danielson spins to his feet to chase down Helms, but Helms keeps his momentum going to roll out of the ring. Helms goes over by the announce table to lean on it, perhaps thinking this over and not being a rushing-in fool. He doesn’t get much time to think, however, as Danielson has rushed towards the ropes and LEAPS THROGH THEM WITH A SUICIDE DIVE…NO!!! HELMS MOVES!!! DANIELSON GOES FACE-FIRST INTO THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!! Danielson’s jaw ricochets off the table, with Helms seeing this and obviously willing to take full advantage. The referee is telling both men to get inside, while Helms takes Danielson and chunks him back into the ring, immediately going for a cover –

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3-NO!!

Danielson has enough to roll the shoulder! Danielson not being completely dead has Helms in a very frustrated position, mounting Danielson and proceeding to beat his head in with hard, taped right hands. The referee is admonishing him about the clenched fists, but Helms really doesn’t care at this point, soon pulling Danielson to his feet and throwing him into the ropes. On the rebound, Danielson looks to fly at him with his leaping sitout clothesline, but Helms has Danielson scouted throughout the match, immediately ducking to send Danielson flying overhead without a hit. Helms walks over to Danielson with a few more blows to the head before forcing him into a corner, gripping his neck hard. He holds onto the neck with both hands before delivering TWO MMA STYLE HARD KNEES TO THE FACE OF DANIELSON…BEFORE LEAPING OFF THE SECOND ROPE WITH A FINAL ONE!!! With these hard, stiff blows, Danielson falls like a stone back to the canvas, which Helms goes for another cover –

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2…

3-NO!!

Danielson still has life, although his eyes are indeed glazed the fuck over. Helms is fully loaded in the driver’s seat now, as Danielson struggles to get to his feet. When he finally does, the stalking Helms hoists him onto his shoulders before hitting a FIREMAN’S CARRY SLAM…INTO THE CORNER, STEEL POST AND ALL!!! Danielson goes back-first into the steel, now in a Tree of Woe position. Helms goes all the way to the opposite corner now, sizing things up before taking off…DROPKICK TO THE TREE-OF-WOE CLAD DANIELSON!!! Danielson folds at the neck, while Helms just sits there for a second, reveling in the advantage he has right now. He drags what looks to be the carcass of Danielson out of the corner –

1…

2…

3-NO!!!

NO!!! NO!!! Danielson will NOT go down! The look on Helms’ face tells the tale, as his strategy to effectively use Danielson to do all the work before eliminating someone might not have worked so well. Helms has one more trick up his sleeve, however, as he seethes and forces Danielson to his feet from behind. Helms gets Danielson in what looks like the NIGHTMARE ON HELM’S STREET…but as he brings his elbow around…LEBELL LOCK!!!! LEBELL LOCK!!! LEBELL LOCK!!! DANIELSON LOCKS THE CROSSFACE IN FROM NOWHERE!!! Helms, having seen the move several times already tonight, scurries very quickly to find a rope, slinging his arm over one, forcing the referee to begin the count, before Danielson lets fly his heel mantra of ‘I have ‘til five, right Helms?’, obviously getting back at Helms for using the same phrase earlier! He does indeed hold onto it until the count of four, letting go.

As Danielson rolls over his back away from the ropes on the release, Helms is still gripping onto the rope break for dear life. Danielson, very much battle tested at this point, doesn’t wait for Helms, gaining a sort of rabid disposition. He grabs Helms by the ankle and starts to pull him away from the ropes, but Helms is still holding on…ANKLE LOCK!!! ANKLE LOCK!!! Helms is still all over the ropes, but he’s getting yanked by Danielson!! DANIELSON THEN PULLS HIM UP, LITERALLY HAVING A TUG OF WAR WITH HIMSELF AND THE ROPES!!! The referee is warning him to let go, beginning to count up to five yet again, but before he can wring him up, Danielson makes his way between Helms’ legs and grabs his waist, beginning to pull up, with Helms still gripping onto the ropes for dear life…no avail…RELEASE WHEELBARROW SUPLEX!!! RELEASE WHEELBARROW!!! Helms folds over his neck on the sickening impact, Danielson having completely turned the momentum around –

1….

2…

3…NO!!!!

Helms has some heart, too!!! Danielson keeps his intensity and goes right into the next move, which, unfortunately for Helms, looks to be a series of…ELBOWS TO THE SKULL. He holds open Helms’ head and neck area with a grounded crucifix before UNLEASHING A RABID AMOUNT OF MMA STYLE ELBOWS TO THE SKULL!!! This normally heelish move is sold by Danielson’s face in full out anger, destroying Helms the way Helms attempted to destroy him a few weeks ago. Danielson isn’t stopping, even while the referee admonishes him and is begging him to stop. Danielson’s rabid rampage gets fast and faster before finally stopping and throwing the now limp body of Helms down onto the canvas, with the crowd white hot from all those blows. Danielson is pumped the fuck up too, pumping his arm and standing over his decimated opponent, exalting in pure passion and anger.

Danielson is on fire now, as Helms starts stirring and raises himself on his knees, still with a very glazed expression in his eyes. Danielson pumps up, readies himself in a stance, and prepares to kick the life out of Helms’ chest, crowd on fire and counting…

ONE!!!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

FOUR!!!

FIVE!!!

Danielson gears up…ONE FINAL BLOW TO THE HEAD…NO!!! Helms manages to find something in himself and dodges the blow, Danielson swinging all the way around, his back towards Helms now. Helms springs up and grapples both of Danielson’s arms, wrapping them around himself…STRAIGHT JACKET SLEEPER DROP!!! Both men hit the canvas hard, Danielson’s abuse coming into play, as is Helms’ possible complete lack of consciousness at this point. Both men lay flat, Helms looking effectively dead, forcing the referee to start the KO count.

…1!!

…2!!!

…3!!!

….4!!!
Danielson starts to stir…

…5!!!

…6!!!

…7!!!

Danielson is the first to recover, crawling on over to Helms before throwing his arm over him –

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2…

3-NO!!!

HELMS THROWS UP THE SHOULDER!!!! THROWS THE SHOULDER!! IT’S NOT OVER!!! Danielson flops off of Helms’ body, a tad in disbelief that it’s not done. Danielson forces himself back to his knees before grabbing Helms’ head and slowly bringing both men to their feet before attempting what looks to be a side suplex, but the fading Helms still has some life, hitting Danielson with three hard elbows to back him off. When Helms reaches around for one more elbow, Danielson ducks, forcing Helms to turn all the way around. When this happens, Danielson throws Helms back several steps to make some space, but Helms uses this to get another short spark…TO NAIL THE SHINING WIZARD!!!! SHINING WIZARD!!!! SHINING WIZARD!!! Helms falls eagle spread right beside Danielson after the blow, both men having been wrestling for nearly twenty-five minutes now. As Helms fixates himself on the canvas, he drags himself on his palms over to Danielson once again after taking several seconds to even stir himself –

1…

2…

3…!!!

NO!!!!!

NO!!! NO!!! DANIELSON ROLLS THE SHOULDER!!! THE CROWD IS IN AWE!!! HELMS IS IN ABSOLUTE DISBELIEF!!! The exhausted, yet still glazed and disbelieved Helms looks like he wants to kill in frustration, having his patented Wizard being kicked out of. The crowd is hot for it again, as Helms furiously gets to his feet, bending to grab the Dragon’s head…LEBLLL LOCK!!!! LEBELL LOCK!!!! LEBELL LOCK!!!! HE’S GOT IT IN ONE MORE TIME!!! Helms flops around on his stomach with the hold locked in, nowhere to go this time….HE ROLLS OVER HIS SHOULDER! Danielson is suddenly locked in on the bottom –

1…

2…

HELMS GRABS ONTO THE ROPE IN FRONT OF HIM FOR LEVERAGE!!


THE REFEREE CATCHES HIM!! HE STOPS THE COUNT!!! The ref has caught Helms bending the rules! Helms is pissed at this point, but being caught has him in ‘no I didn’t’ defense. Danielson has let go, but he’s still very much feeling the effects of the Wizard and the rest of the match. Helms decides it’s time to take it to the top. As Danielson stirs to get to his feet, Helms climbs through the ropes and ascends towards the top, perhaps looking for an Overcast…leaping…DANIELSON ROUNDHOUSE!!!! DANIELSON ROUNDHOUSE!!! ROUNDHOUSE ON THE AIRBORNE HELMS!!! He gets hit square in the jaw and falls flat, decapitated!!!! The blows to the head earlier come back into play, as Danielson rolls over to his fallen prey, before collapsing emphatically –

1…

2…

3…!!!!

Here is your winner and NEW AOW Cruiserweight Champion…BRYAN DANIELSON at (10:22)
Total time spent in match – (27:04)
TOTAL MATCH TIME – (38: 11)


Joey Styles:
HE DID IT!!! Bryan Danielson and Gregory Helms went for almost a half hour destroying themselves to get to each other, and when they finally did, they set the bar pretty damn high for that Cruiserweight Championship!

JBL:
What the hell’re you celebratin’ for? This man was ROBBED!!! There is no doubt in my mind that Gregory Helms should be the Cruiserweight Champion!

Joey Styles:
Are you serious? I can’t ever tell if you’re being serious or you’re just trying to piss people off with what you say, but you know what John, I’m not gonna let your ridiculous notions stop me from congratulating this deserving man. Bryan! Bryan! Come here! Congrats, kid!

~Danielson, holding his sides and selling all the pain he’s been through, struts over to Styles at the announce table, where Styles offers a hand, both men sharing a handshake. Danielson can be visibly seen saying “Thank You” and smiling.

JBL:
You two make me sick, you know that? You’re both just nerds who got breaks!

Joey Styles:
Well y’know, even if we are, I’m still your broadcast partner and Bryan Danielson is still the first ever Cruiserweight Champion.

JBL:
The only reason you’re still my partner is because I’m allowing you to be in the presence of a Commentary God for your own good. The only reason why Bryan Danielson is champion righ’ now is because I haven’t gotten out’f my chair yet, given him the Clothesline from Hell, an’ handed that title back to the man who really deserves it in Gregory Helms – the REAL ‘Best in the World’!

Joey Styles:
Be all that as it may, Bryan Danielson is your FIRST EVER AOW Cruiserweight Champion, but coming up on the other side of the break, we’ve got two men who’ve been in each other’s way in every notion since the birth of AOW – Christian Cage, a man with a very big chip on his shoulder, takes on Bobby Lashley, a man with very broad and powerful shoulders, ready to shut Christian up! Keep it here, on this special Oblivion night!!

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**


We return from the break, where we’re backstage in the locker room area. The crowd lets out a great deal of heat for Christian Cage, who’s sitting and staring into the floor, heavy in a comatose state. His eyes are red, as though they’ve been staring without blinking for a very extended period of time. His eyes are also surrounded by dark circles, indicating that he may have been sitting in this same exact position without any sleep for several hours. He doesn’t say a word, nor does he even budge, until someone walks into the room getting a very generous pop in Torrie Wilson. She doesn’t have her interviewers microphone in her possession, however…

Torrie Wilson:
…Christian…?

~No response

Torrie Wilson
:
Christian, please answer me.

~Still no response

Torrie Wilson
:
Christian…please tell me what’s going on.

~Christian’s head suddenly snaps in Torrie’s direction, giving her a stare of a man who seems to be losing it. Christian, just as quickly as he turned his head, turns it right back to the floor

Torrie Wilson
:
Christian, please talk to me. I don’t have a microphone. I’m not here to interview you –


Christian Cage:
Then why are you here.

~Cage’s voice is much more serious than we’re used to…

Torrie Wilson
:
Because, Christian…some of us are really concerned about you.

Christian Cage:
Concerned…?

~Christian stands up, now towering over Torrie with his crazy gaze still intact

Christian Cage:
Concerned? Some of you are concerned? Cut the crap, Torrie. The truth is no one cares about Christian Cage. No one wants to shake hands with him. No one wants to agree with him. No one wants to respect him. No one wants anything to do with Christian. They’ve all completely isolated him. They’ve all completely cut him off. They’ve left him completely alone.

Torrie Wilson:
But Christian…isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?

~Christian seems to be listening intently after that line, his face igniting interest

Torrie Wilson:
I mean…you’ve always said you were tired of being in another man’s shadow. You’ve always said that tag team championships were nice, but having your own gold was so much better. You’ve always said you were much better off by yourself. Is this about Chris Jericho leaving you behind last week…?

Christian Cage:
It goes far, far beyond what Chris Jericho did, Torrie. There’s a vast difference between being by yourself and being alone. I’m alone because no one can see the bigger picture but me. There’s something much bigger going on here than everyone here is willing to believe. It started with Bobby Lashley. And I think it’s growing. But no one cares. No one cares to listen. No one cares to be concerned. Just…no one cares.

Torrie Wilson:
I care.

~This very innocent sounding remark is enough to get Christian to stop in his tracks, his intense aura softening, if only for a moment. He goes right back a second later, but is even more intense...

Christian Cage:
You care? Do you really, Torrie? Do you think I’m right about Bobby Lashley? Huh? Or do you think I’m just being a jealous and pompous little prick? Do you believe me, Torrie?

~Torrie seems very uncomfortable with this, but Christian presses on…

Christian Cage:
Do you care enough to believe, Torrie? Do you really, really care enough to believe?

Torrie Wilson:
I…I don’t know.

Christian Cage:
You don’t know. Of course you don’t. No one can see it but me. But y’know what? That’s fine. I am better off by myself. I am better off alone. I’m gonna stop Bobby Lashley myself. I’m gonna stop whatever he’s working towards. And I’m stop it from growing. I have to stop it…I have to stop it…I have to stop it…

~Christian dissolves into saying that over and over under his breath, this madness mantra driving him as he opens the locker room door

Torrie Wilson:
Christian, please, wait!

Christian Cage:
I HAVE TO STOP IT!!!

~This causes Wilson to fear for her life, visibly scared as Christian leaves the room and into the hall. There is, however, a desperate look of concern in her eyes. Christian is still repeating the mantra until he’s no longer in earshot

~Farther backstage, where The Miz is seen again in a sort of isolated area…


The Miz:
Well, hello everyone! I’m still The Miz and I’m still here because Torrie Wilson is being a very bad reporter and isn’t doing her job at all. This is supposed to be her interview segment, but y’know, overtime is extra money, so I’ll gladly take it! I’m here with my, not Torrie’s, guest at this time – ROB VAN DAM!!!

~A VERY welcome pop for the Whole F’n Show, who appears as the camera shot goes wider. He’s doing his classical split on two chairs, stretching a bit, but doesn’t even move from his perch until Miz speaks again.

The Miz:
So Rob, earlier tonight, I asked Shawn Michaels if he had anything –
~Van Dam finally drops the split stretch and pulls Miz’s hand with the mike close to him

RVD:
I heard what Michaels said. And to you Shawn, all I have to say to you is you’re welcome. You’re welcome that now you can let it all hang out an’ not worry about me. But seriously, bro? You shouldn’t have to worry about beating me anyway. For the simple fact that it’s not happenin’.

~Bit of a buzz for the cocky nature of Van Dam on that one

RVD
:
And for as much as you don’t respect me Shawn, right back atcha, man. I don’t like you. I don’t respect you. But I do respect what you can do in that ring and your abilities. So Shawn, I’m happy that when I win tonight, it’ll be against Shawn Michaels at his best. So I’ll know I earned every second I’m gonna have with that title.

~A pop for the tense, yet still somewhat respectful, nature between both men

RVD
:
And Jericho, there’s no way I forgot about you, dude. You can have all your sneak attacks, you can have your giants, you can still be ‘one step ahead’, it doesn’t matter to me, dude. I just want you to know that you will reap what you sow. The only thing I wanna do more than beat Shawn Michaels is to beat Chris Jericho down.

~Another big pop for this

RVD
:
So to HBK and Y2J, the guy who’s gonna walk out of this Supershow with the biggest strap in AOW is Mr. Wednesday Night – R – V – D!!

~The fans join in on RVD’s thumbs as Van Dam walks away


~Back at ringside…



**HELL WILL BE AT YOUR DOOR**


The Hammerstein still hasn’t completely come around on Bobby Lashley, despite earning the respect of Rob Van Dam, being falsely accused of whatever Christian’s accusing him of, as well as being the peacemaker last week between RVD and Shawn Michaels. He’s getting a very noticeable mixed reaction, but just like every other week, Lashley doesn’t really acknowledge it…BUT HE’S STRUCK FROM BEHIND WITH A STEEL CHAIR SHOT FROM CHRISTIAN!!!

Lashley’s music and introduction stop dead in its tracks, as Christian still has the look of sheer madness in his eye. Lashley is stumbling, with Christian still holding the chair and SMASHES IT ACROSS HIS BACK YET AGAIN!!! Lashley is still stumbling, all the way down to the ring, where he’s leaning on the apron to try and stay standing, but Christian simply uses this to SMASH THE CHAIR ONE…TWO…THREE TIMES OFF LASHLEY’S SPINE!!!! Lashley finally at least goes to one knee, Christian taking his Atlas-bodied rival and tosses him into the ring. As Lashley is struggling to get to his feet, Christian is stalking him with an utter psychotic look in his eye, waiting…CRACKS THE CHAIR OFF THE SKULL OF LASHLEY!!! The sickening impact echoes through the arena, as Lashley falls, completely eagle spread…but Christian doesn’t look to be done.

Cage rolls out of the ring and grabs another steel chair. He throws it in the ring, rolling Lashley over on his stomach and laying his head face-down on the new chair. The crowd and the commentators are buzzing, now fully aware of what Christian’s intentions are here. This is the first real extended view we have of Christian’s face, which is still psychotic, but we can also his mouth moving, still mouthing the sickening mantra he was repeating moments before. Christian stares down, chair in hand, chair under Lashley’s cheek, crowd buzzing…

Raises the chair…

“I HAVE TO STOP IT!!”

SMACK!!!





SMACK!!!!







SMACK!!!

THREE CON-CHAIR TOS!!! THREE TIMES THE CHAIR MEETS HUMAN FLESH!!! LASHLEY’S BEEN BUSTED OPEN!!!
Lashley is lying completely unresponsive, with Christian’s expression never changing. His stoic, psychotic intensity is radiating, as he opens the chair with Lashley’s blood stain now and sets it beside Lashley before sitting down in it…only to just watch Lashley with his angry, intense face. He’s not blinking, simply boring a hole in Lashley he’s staring so hard. Needless to say, the scheduled match will most likely be unable to even go on, but as we gradually fade to a commercial, we get one final look of Christian staring down the same way he did in the locker room, dark circled and red-eyed, staring into the abyss of the damage he’s done.


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

Joey Styles:
Ladies and gentlemen…uh…we’re not quite sure how to describe what we just witnessed, but if you’re just joining us, you aren’t seeing Christian Cage taking on Bobby Lashley because moments ago…well…this happened…


We’re taken back to just a few minutes ago, with Christian assaulting Lashley on the ramp, before caving his skull in with three Con-Chair-To shots

JBL:
Y’know, I will sympathize with Christian in that I know how it feels to want to do so much on your own, but this…this really was disturbing.

Joey Styles:
And look…just the look in his eye. Completely stone cold, unfeeling…it’s just unnerving to look at Christian much less what he’s done here tonight.

***DING DING DING***

Tony Chimel:
The following contest is scheduled for one fall. And it is for the AOW DYNASTY CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

~Huge pop for this!

**619 ESTA VIVO**

Rey Mysterio
lets loose on the stage now, greeting the Hammerstein very firmly. He’s wearing green tonight, a sort of an off color in a wrestling ring, but Rey is still limping from his intense encounters the last two weeks, one with Bryan Danielson, the other from the deranged assault at the hands of Burchill and Albright.


Tony Chimel:
Introducing first, from San Diego, California, weighing in at 169 pounds…REEEEYYY MYYSST-ERIOOOOO JUNE-IIIEEERRR!!!

Joey Styles:
And we’re set now for what another title match, this one to decide the first ever AOW Dynasty Champion after Rey Mysterio Jr. and Muhammad Hassan advanced to tonight, but each man took a different route to get to the finals here.

JBL:
That’s exactly right. And that’s why Muhammad Hassan is gonna win t’night.

Joey Styles:
And here we go again – John Bradshaw Layfield taking any chance he can to shoot down Rey Mysterio.

JBL:
Rey Mysterio is already shot down, Joey. The guy’s on one leg, literally limpin’ to the barn in a title match no less, an’ he didn’t plan ahead like Muhammad Hassan did.

Joey Styles:
Plan ahead my foot. He hired a couple of guys to target Rey Mysterio’s well documented knee injuries to take him out –

JBL:
An’ essentially guarantee himself gold tonight.

Joey Styles:
Like I was saying, Hassan took a very questionable route to tonight’s match in his match with CM Punk, while Rey Mysterio did advance via disqualification after an assault by Paul Burchill and Brent Albright.

“HIIILALIAH LALIAH LALIAH…AAAHHH…”

**MAD MAN**

Muhammad Hassan
, oil tycoon, makes his way down the ramp now to a great deal of heat following his path to the gold tonight. He revels in his negative reaction, not helped by the overconfidence in his step, knowing that he’s potentially got this in the bag.

Tony Chimel:
And his opponent, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 240 pounds…MUHAAMMAD HASAAAAN!!


Hassan continues to the ring, where he takes off his head towel and opens his arms towards the sky, getting more heat. The referee asks both men to see if they’re ready, both men confirming that they are, ready to get this going.

~AOW Dynasty Championship Tournament Final~
*To Crown the FIRST EVER AOW Dynasty Champion*


Rey Mysterio Jr. v. Muhammad Hassan


As soon as the bell steps from between both men, Hassan shoots towards Rey’s gimpy left leg, promptly putting his obvious strategy to work. Hassan holds it in his hands when he returns standing, but Mysterio knows good and well what he wanted, promptly hitting an AIDED ENZEGUIRI TO THE SIDE OF HASSAN’S HEAD!!! Hassan drops to one knee after spinning 180 in pain, prompting Mysterio to rush across the ring, however with noticeably less speed, rebounds, and PLANTS HASSAN IN THE FACE WITH A FRONT DROPKICK TO THE FACE. Rey with an early cover –

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2…

3-NO!!!

Mysterio surprises Hassan, but as Hassan jumps to his feet following the count, Mysterio rushes at him yet again, but Hassan catches him, pushing him into a corner. Hassan then charges at Rey Rey in the corner, but Mysterio swiftly rolls out of the way, who then proceeds to kick Hassan’s thighs with machinegun speed, sending him limping out of the corner. Mysterio rushes at Hassan again, but Hassan is quick to counter, BEHADING MYSTERIO WITH A CLOTHESLINE! Hassan with a cover –

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3-NO!!!

Rey is stopped very short in that offensive burst, but as soon as Rey rolls the shoulder, Hassan starts stomping and tearing into the knee. He’s not wasting any time with this, but again, Mysterio has enough wits about him to CLOCK HASSAN IN THE FACE WITH A KICK, sending him backpedalling into the ropes. Mysterio tries to get to his feet, putting all his weight on his not-so-injured right leg before walking over to Hassan and trying to whip him into the ropes, but Hassan reverses it, sending Rey rebounding. On that rebound, Rey slides through the open legs of Hassan before grappling him from behind and hitting a victory roll –

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3-NO!!

Hassan throws his body up, forcing Rey to jump off, but as soon as that happens, Mysterio rebounds off the ropes in front of him and goes guns blazing back towards the recovering Hassan, but Hassan lifts Mysterio over the top rope, putting him on the apron. Rey tries delivers a hard blow to Hassan’s face before hitting a shoulder block through the middle rope, doubling him over. As Mysterio looks to leap over the top rope for potentially a sunset flip, Hassan lets loose with a hard kick through the ropes while Rey is in mid-leap, BUCKLING HIS WEAK LEFT KNEE, causing Mysterio to flip backwards, hitting his shoulder hard on the ring apron on the way to the floor.

Hassan climbs through the ropes to chase Mysterio down, but not before he brings him to his feet and throws him into a cheap barricade wall, forcing Mysterio to lean on the railing as the referee starts his count-out.

1!!



2!!



3!!

Hassan takes Mysterio up, his left knee bent, and DROPS HIM SHIN-BREAKER STYLE ON THE BARRICADE RAILING!! Rey screams in pain as he falls on the other side of the barricade, Hassan taking full advantage of the weak knee.

4!!



5!!



6!!



7!!

Hassan flips Mysterio over the barricade now, before finally rolling him back into the ring. Hassan himself rolls back in and rolls back out to restart the count. Hassan pulls Mysterio near a corner, his legs on both sides of a steel corner. He takes the left leg of Mysterio and SLAMS IT INTO THE STEEL POST!! He holds on and BASHES IT ONCE AGAIN!! Mysterio folds over holding his left knee in agony. As Rey is rolling on the floor tending to his potentially torn appendage, Hassan jumps onto the apron and opens is arms to the sky, getting a great deal of heat. He steps back into the ring, taking the downed Mysterio by the injured knee and THROWS IT INTO THE CORNER, leaving Rey upside down and face-first into the turnbuckle, like an inverted Tree of Woe.

As Rey is stuck in a very compromising spot, Hassan goes across the ring and stalks him before rushing at him, giving him a RUSHING ELBOW, SANDWICHING REY’S KNEE BETWEEN BODY AND STEEL!!! Rey collapses out of the corner, again holding onto his devastated knee. Hassan’s getting more and more pleasure out of this, dragging Rey away from the corner and away from the ropes for a cover –

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3-NO!!

Mysterio throws his shoulder up!! Hassan tries again, this time hooking the injured leg –

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NO!!

Mysterio Jr. still won’t go down!! Hassan is a tad frustrated at that, taking Rey’s injured knee, twisting it…AND LOCKING IN A HALF BOSTON CRAB. The pressure applied to Rey’s knee is off the charts now, as Rey tries to claw his way to a rope, but Hassan’s weight won’t let him move. The referee keeps asking Rey if he wants to give up, but Mysterio refuses, opting instead to listen to the cheers of the crowd fuel him on, as he tries to crawl on his forearms to a rope…NO!!! Hassan drags him away at the last second!!! He yanks him center ring, putting even more pressure down and deflating the crowd, forcing Mysterio back to square one. The referee keeps asking Mysterio if he wants to give up here, but the heart of Mysterio keeps rejecting it. Mysterio lifts himself in a pushup, now walking on his hands towards the ropes…and emphatically drapes his arm over the bottom rope, forcing the referee to tell Hassan to drop the hold.

As Hassan does so, Mysterio tries to use the ropes to get back to his feet, resting on them once he does so, but Hassan still wants to destroy that left knee, which Rey’s left exposed trying to recover. Hassan rushes at Rey from behind, trying to punt his knee off, but Mysterio is very wary of this and immediately leaps through the middle ropes onto the apron, forcing Hassan to stop his momentum by grabbing onto the ropes in front of him, to Rey’s right. Mysterio leaps and springboards off the top rope, bad knee and all, and launches himself towards Hassan with THE SEATED SENTON!!! Mysterio springs up after the move, rushing, and rebounding back towards Hassan, who has groggily gotten back to his feet. Mysterio ducks under a Hassan clothesline to springboarding off the middle rope…SKY-HIGH SPINGBOARD CROSSBODY!!! Mysterio flies eagle spread on top of Hassan, forcing a count –

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3-NO!!

Hassan still has enough in him to throw Mysterio’s body off his own, prompting Mysterio to rebound off the nearby ropes again. As Hassan gets to his feet, he’s met with Mysterio leaping onto his shoulders FOR ANOTHER SEATED SENTON…HASSAN FORCES HIM TO FALL ON THE STEEL POST FACE FIRST!!! Hassan holds on and drops Rey nose-first onto a post, immediately following which he grabs Rey in the front headlock and NAILS THE SWINGING LIFTING DDT! Mysterio is laid out now –

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2…

3-NO!!!

Mysterio won’t go down!! Hassan is reaching a boiling point of frustration now, again grabbing the injured leg –

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3-NO!!

Hassan still can’t get the gold!! Hassan pounds the canvas in utter frustration before bringing Rey to his feet, but Mysterio fights back with hard kicks to the calf once again before Rey takes a few steps back to jump on Hassan with something…INVERTED STO!!!! INVERTED STO!!! Hassan hits his quick and deadly finishing maneuver!!! Hassan sits and breathes in for a second, surprising even himself with that move, as he rolls over to cover Rey –

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NO!!!!

MYSTERIO ROLLS THE SHOULDER!!! HE ROLLS THE SHOULDER!!! The look on Hassan’s face is one of complete and utter disbelief!! He’s staring at the referee mouth agape and palms open before he gets to his feet and his look changes to intense frustration, directed solely at the referee. Hassan stares the referee down, the ref persistent in telling him that it was only a two count. Hassan gets all in the ref’s grill, telling him he could buy him and sell him in the time it takes to make a real three count. As Hassan is threatening the official, Mysterio has started moving and creeps behind Hassan, PULLING HIM OVER WITH THE ROLL-UP!!! COVER –

1…

2…

3-NO!!!!

Hassan is able to throw his legs up!! The blind fury is clearly visible in the eyes of Hassan, but as he gets to his feet and blindly rushes with a clothesline, Mysterio ducks under it, leaving Hassan to INADVERTEDLY NAILING THE REFEREE WITH THE CLOTHESLINE!!! The ref goes down hard, leaving Hassan with a nasty scowl on his face. He charges blindly once again towards Mysterio, who catches him in the drop toehold, forcing him to fall right on the middle rope. The crowd knows what’s coming, but no one’s sure if Mysterio has the leg to pull it off…619!!! 619!!! 619 CONNECTING!!! Hassan goes flying back on the blow, but he doesn’t have the time to try and end it. Why? Having come down the ramp and clubbed him into submission ARE PAUL BURCHILL AND BRENT ALBRIGHT!!

Mysterio is completely at the mercy of the ‘mercenaries’, who chunk him in the ring after double teaming him. Burchill, the gentleman he is, picks apart Rey’s knee some more, with Albright dropping an elbow on it afterwards. The ref is still down, completely oblivious to this, as Burchill revives Hassan, leading to HASSAN AND HIS HIRED GUNS ARE STOMPING THE LIVING HELL OUT OF MYSTERIO AND HIS INJURY. Just when it seems it can’t get any worse, the crowd’s immense heat starts buzzing a bit…someone’s coming down the ramp…CM PUNK AND LANCE STORM!!! PUNK AND STORM CHARGE THE RING!!!! The two men who Burchill and Albright crushed over the last few weeks have come to rescue Mysterio!!

Both men slide in and start delivering hard right hands to Burch and Albright, slinging them over the top rope and to the floor. They then get a hold of Hassan, who Storm promptly SUPERKICKS right into Punk’s clutches, who hoists him onto his shoulder…GTS!!! GO TO SLEEP CONNECTING!!! The fireman’s carry knee drop dizzies Hassan, as he stands, spins, and lands on the middle rope. Storm and Punk then rush out of the ring and take their beating to the hired guns, forcing them all the way up the ramp and out of the match with heavy blows. The crowd is white hot at the moment, as Mysterio tries to get to his feet, his knee still in horrendous shape. He turns to see Hassan in his favorite position, looking towards the crowd before rebounding once again…ANOTHER 619 CONNECTING!!! This time on the connection, the crowd is even hotter, but Rey is not, his knee giving him some trouble after impact. Hassan rises to his feet only to see Rey come at him with ONE LAST SEATED SENTON!! Mysterio covers –







THE REFEREE IS STILL DOWN!!! He’s barely starting to stir, as Rey has to pull himself off of Hassan after an obvious three count, prompting him to take the referee and attempt to bring him to his feet. Mysterio leads the ref over to the downed body of Hassan, as he covers once again, the ref with the slow count –

1…



2…



3-NO!!!

HASSAN ROLLS THE SHOULDER NOW!!! The match will rage on!!! Mysterio reaches for his mask, not believe what he’s just seen!! Unlike Hassan, Mysterio doesn’t lose it, he just goes to find another way to the top. Mysterio takes a second to point upward, meaning a Frog Splash might be coming. The crowd gets on their feet for what could be the end…but Hassan rushes to his feet and shoves his forearm into Mysterio’s injured knee, forcing him to drop and sit on the top rope. The crowd deflates once again, as Hassan looks towards Mysterio with pure anger and grapples his head in an STO position while he’s still on the top rope….WHIPPING HIM HARD FROM TO THE TOP TO THE FLOOR WITH THE INVERTED STO!!! INVERTED STO!!!! Mysterio is absolutely SPIKED into the canvas, becoming a human dart into the canvas. As he drops back to the mat, Hassan crawls on his knees before emphatically falling on top of Rey –

1…

2…

3…!!!

Here is your winner and NEW AOW Dynasty Champion…MUHAMMAD HASSAN at (11:31)


Joey Styles:
A terrific match to say the least, but even with Muhammad Hassan winning, Rey Mysterio Jr. definitely gave it everything he had, even on one leg.

JBL:
I will give my props to Rey Mysterio, but none of that matters as much as Muhammad Hassan walkin’ away here tonight with the first piece of gold he’s ever held in his career.

Joey Styles:
And that individual drive could’ve been what propelled Hassan past an absolutely determinate Rey Mysterio.

JBL:
Admit it. Rey Mysterio had help an’ you know it, Joey.

Joey Styles:
Yeah, he had help getting rid of Muhammad Hassan’s hired help. I’ll admit that.

JBL:
Oh please. If anyone is the real determinate one here, it’s Muhammad Hassan! He took a superkick and a knee to the jaw, two 619s, an’ he STILL got the win an’ his first title. Will you admit that, Joey boy?

Joey Styles:
You can be such a jerk, you know that?

JBL:
I make all my money bein’ a jerk. An’ I love it.


~In the Green Zone area, we see Torrie Wilson now with a microphone in hand. But she also looks as though she’s been very traumatized, almost afraid to look into the camera…

Torrie Wilson
:
Ladies and gentlemen…my guest at this time, he is the AOW World Champion, Chris Jericho.

~A great deal of heat for Jericho as he steps into the frame, bitter faced, title laced…but he’s missing something seven-feet tall behind him…?

Torrie Wilson
:
Chris, can I get your…what do you think will…I’m sorry Chris. I can’t do this. I have to find Christian…

~Wilson hands the microphone to Jericho, who’s very bitter expression hasn’t changed since stepping into the frame, as Torrie steps away from the screen. We now have Chris Jericho. Alone. In front of a camera. With a microphone.

Chris Jericho:
Good evening, simpletons.

~A massive parade of heat

Chris Jericho:
Like the great thinker I am, I have sat back and listened to what everyone has had to say all night about wanting to take this AOW Championship from me. Like a great philosopher, I have analyzed and deducted an argument of my own. But like a great warrior, I will keep it simple. This title is going NOWHERE. Why? Because it around a very worthy waist.

~The crowd lets loose more heat

Chris Jericho:
Do you want to know just how worthy I am to hold this gold and why it’s going nowhere? Look behind me. There’s no Paul Wright here tonight. There’s no seven foot tall, 400 pound mammoth here so those hypocrites that are Shawn Michaels and Rob Van Dam can place my wins solely on his shoulders. This title isn’t on his shoulders. And it’s not on theirs, either. It’s on mine.

~On that, Jericho takes the title from around his waist and throws it over his shoulder to heat

Chris Jericho:
And if this corrupt power pyramid wants to try and stop me, they have no power. I said it once before – the man with the gold is the man who leads. Paul Heyman and Mick Foley can want with all their might that I lose this title to one of those two unworthy men I’m facing tonight. But it is never happening. I will keep this title and I will do it on my own. Hell, I even have my own personal set of ‘worthy codes’ that I break every time I step in the ring with those unworthy souls.

~Jericho finally lets out a plotty little smirk as the crowd continues to throw heat

Chris Jericho:
So tonight will be the final case to present to all of you other ungrateful mutants that I am the most worthy man to hold this, or any, title. After today, there will be no more appeals. No more recesses, nothing more on the docket. And all of you people, Shawn Michaels, Rob Van Dam, and those two lunatics running this company will know that Chris Jericho is – undisputedly – a worthy man and your worthy champion.

~Another chorus of heat as Jericho’s smirk returns, walking away with a confident strut

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

Joey Styles:
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to our first ever Wednesday Night Oblivion Supershow! And on our first ever Supershow, we’ve had two first-ever new champions crowned!

JBL:
Absolutely – Muhammad Hassan did exactly what I knew he would do and thoroughly defeated Rey Mysterio to earn his first ever strap, th’ AOW Dynasty Championship.

Joey Styles:
Don’t forget partner – Bryan Danielson, after his partner Matt Sydal was ambushed backstage, was forced to tag alongside the man who’s been on him, Gregory Helms, made it through almost a half hour of wrestling and was crowned the first ever AOW Cruiserweight Champion!!

JBL:
Will you quit bein’ a damn cheerleader for five minutes an’ compose yourself? You’re embarrassing. No wonder your mother won’t ever let you come out’f the basement.

Joey Styles:
Will you quit being a party pooper? Nonetheless, those are our new champions, but we’ve had our fair share of brutality tonight as well, most notably opening the night when Samoa Joe and Finlay destroyed each other to the point that Joe won the match not on pinfall or submission, but on the sheer fact that Finlay was unresponsive to the referee.

JBL:
An’ that vicious attack by Christian Cage?

Joey Styles:
How could I forget. Christian Cage assaulted Bobby Lashley before their scheduled match, proceeding to give him three Con-Chair-Tos, muttering to himself the whole time. We have indeed received word on the condition of Bobby Lashley, sources telling us Lashley will most definitely will not be competing for some time.

JBL:
This is a business where hurtin’ is the norm, but this was somethin’ sick. But y’know what might get even sicker? This match.

JERICHO|VAN DAM|MICHAELS

Joey Styles:
Oh indeed, John. It’s time for our Supershow main event, this highly combustible contest and all its elements set to blow the roof off the Hammerstein. We’ll take you back and witness how these three men came to covet that title so.


**Video Package**

*Black screen*

Chris Jericho:
Chris Jericho is a worthy man…


Our screen comes to life with Jericho holding Michaels in the Walls of Jericho, forcing him to tap out, winning him the AOW World title

Chris Jericho:
Chris Jericho is, undisputedly, your AOW World Champion…


Another flash, this one of Jericho holding the world title high on his podium a week later

Chris Jericho:
…when a man gets ahold of that power, he will NEVER. LET. GO
.

Flash of Rob Van Dam hitting the Five Star Frog Splash to gain the #1 Contendership.

Chris Jericho:
I will always be one…step…ahead


Shot of Shawn Michaels delivering Sweet Chin Music to Jericho.

“One…step…ahead”

RVD is seen lying on the ground in the back, decimated by the attack by Paul Wright

“One…step…ahead”

Paul Wright debuts, stepping into the ring and destroying Shawn Michaels in two blows

*Black screen*

Paul Heyman:
You pride yourself on being one step ahead, Chris – but you still have to defend your world title!


A shot now shows of Heyman flipping the script on Jericho

Paul Heyman:
…at AOW’s first ever Supershow, Chris Jericho you will defend that AOW World Championship against Rob Van Dam…and Shawn Michaels!


*Echo*

Rob Van Dam…and Shawn Michaels…
Rob Van Dam…and Shawn Michaels…

Flash to RVD and HBK face to face, mikes in hand, with dramatic strings and bass hits heard

RVD:
Shawn, I thought you were better than tryin’ to march into another man’s place and take what he earned.


Quick pan to Michaels’ face

RVD:
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’…?


Michaels now goes on the offensive…

HBK:
I’m askin’ you a question, boy. Would you or wouldn’t you do the same thing if you were in my same situation?


RVD and Michaels meet in the same corner of that night’s main event…

RVD:
No.

HBK:
I thought you were much better than that, Rob.


The two nearly come to blows in that main event

HBK:
I only look guys in the eye for one of two reasons. One: because I respect’em.


Lashley, RVD, and Michaels all raise their hands together and high, as victorious chimes are added to the strings and bass…

HBK:
And two: because I wanna kick their teeth down their throat.


The music suddenly slows down, seemingly starting to drown, as Michaels cocks and loads in rapid motion…

HBK:
I have no respect anymore for Rob Van Dam.


HBK lets the superkick fly, in slow motion…

HBK:
But yet…


Still going, music completely suspended…



*Black Screen*

HBK:
I’m still lookin’ you in the eye.


SWEET CHIN MUSIC TO ROB VAN DAM CONNECTING, as Chris Jericho looks on with a smile

*Music changes now to AOW’s theme, “The Fight Song” by Marilyn Manson*

“Chris Jericho will defend that AOW World Championship against Rob Van Dam and Shawn Michaels!”

A flash of each man goes by as they say their lines…

“I am the Heart Break Kid!”

“I am the Whole F’n Show!”

“I am the Worthy Champion!”


Joey Styles:
Which of these three men will emerge with the AOW Championship held high?

FIGHT!
SUPERKICK TO VAN DAM!!

FIGHT!
KNOCKOUT PUNCH TO HBK!!

FIGHT!
FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH!!

FIGHT!
WALLS OF JERICHO ON MICHAELS!!

FIGHT!
CODEBREAKER TO VAN DAM!!

FIGHT!
SUPERKICK TO JERICHO!!

FIGHT!
Flashes of all three men…

FIGHT!
Final divided screen shot of all three men, Jericho in the middle, title held high

**End Package**





***DING DING DING***

Tony Chimel:
The following triple threat match is scheduled for one fall…and it is for the AOW WEEERRRLD HEAVYWEEEEIIIGHT CHAMP-IONSHIP!!!!

~GREAT reaction

“OH…OH…SHAWN!”

**SEXY BOY**


The Hammerstein lets out a very respectful pop for the Heart Break Kid Shawn Michaels, despite his recent actions against Rob Van Dam. Michaels is as pumped as ever, although he’s minus his WWE-ish shooting pyro. He charges down the ramp and slides in the ring, arms open and swirling before taking in the fact that he’s in a title match.


Tony Chimel:
Introducing first, from San Antonio, Texas, weighing in at 227 pounds…THE HEART-BREAK-KID…SHAAAAWWN MICHAELS!!!

Joey Styles:
Well you talk about men who have done absolutely everything in this business – and this man is on top of that list. Multi-time world champion, an innovator, and the winner of multiple big-time matches, John.

JBL:
An’ that’s the big, key thing – when the goin’ gets tough, the tough go find Shawn Michaels. But tonight, he’s not only gotta be tougher than Rob Van Dam, but he’s gotta be smarter than Chris Jericho.

**WALK**


Pantera’s theme for Robbie V lets fly across the airwaves now, as Rob Van Dam comes from behind the blood-red curtain to an outstanding ovation, as usual. He does his signature thumbs as Chimel introduces him before entering the ring, hands skyward, before staring down intensely with Shawn Michaels.


Tony Chimel:
From Battle Creek, Michigan, weighing in at 222 pounds – ROB…VAN…DAM!!!!

Joey Styles:
And there he is, the Hammerstein favorite, the preferred challenger of these former ECW faithful fans.

JBL:
RVD’s gonna have to dig into somethin’ fierce here. RVD’s won two glorious world championships. Two. T’night, he’s facin’ two guys who each have a plethora of’em.

Joey Styles:
That’s right partner, RVD having those world titles in his career, whereas Shawn Michaels has won four and Chris Jericho held two world titles simultaneously. And what about this, Bradshaw – the complete lack of respect between both RVD and Shawn Michaels will definitely come into play this evening.

JBL:
I told you once last week, Joey, I’ll tell you again – this has nothing to do with respect. Absolutely none of this is about how much these guys like each other. It’s not about respect. It’s simply about that AOW World title.


“C’MON…YOU KNOW I GOTCHYA…YEAH…”
“BREAK THE WALLS DOWN!!”


**BREAK DOWN THE WALLS**


The only man with pyro thus far in AOW lets it fly as he comes into the Hammerstein. Chris Jericho, as ‘holier than thou’ as can be, has his nose in the air and his strut very reserved, but what he doesn’t have is his monster behind the man in Paul Wright, as promised. What Jericho does have, though, is the biggest prize in sports-entertainment draped over his shoulder in the AOW Championship.


Tony Chimel:
And from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, weighing in at 225 pounds…he is the AOW WEEERRLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…CHRIIIIS JERI-CHOOOHHH!!!

JBL:
That’s where my money’s goin’. HBK may be tough, and RVD might be tougher, but that man has had ev’ryone around him dancin’ like the puppets he wants’em to be since he set foot here in AOW.

Joey Styles:
That’s very hard to argue against, John. Chris Jericho has prided himself on being this “Worthy Man”, claiming over and over again he can lead this company better than Heyman, better than Foley, and also being one step ahead of both those men, as well as both of his opponents here tonight.

JBL:
An’ think about this, Joey – Chris Jericho has so much power right now, so much of an advantage without even throwin’ a punch, he’s voluntarily taken Paul Wright out of this match. To show that he really is the Worthy Man he says he is.

Joey Styles:
That may be true, partner, but Paul Wright is a huge reason Jericho is where he is right now! Wright has taken down both Van Dam and Michaels in the past several weeks –

JBL:
Lemme remind you of somethin’, Joey – Chris Jericho is a WORTHY MAN. He is a worthy champion. An’ t’night, he will prove it t’you, t’Mick Foley, an’ t’Paul Heyman!!



AOW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP




Chris Jericho(c) v. Rob Van Dam v. Shawn Michaels




After the referee raises the title high into the air, signifying that this is indeed a title match, all three men start to make their way towards the center ring. The crowd is popping hard for this, but it gets even louder when all three men stop and stare center ring, having a three-way standoff, their eyes rapidly going from one man to the next. Jericho’s nose is high in the air during this, showing he’s much more ‘worthy’ in his mind than any of these men just by standing beside them. Michaels and Van Dam seem to reach a momentary accord, each smashing Jericho in the face with hard right hands!! Jericho goes rolling out to the floor from the blows, leaving this a two man show for the open.

Michaels is the first man to immediately turn his hard right hand to Van Dam, gaining the upper hand on the repeat blows. He takes enough advantage to force Van Dam against the ropes before whipping him across the ring, where he lowers his head. On the rebound, RVD lets his splits show off, executing one on the canvas before THROAT THRUSTING MICHAELS FROM THE SPLIT POSTION!! Michaels hits the canvas hard, but his momentum springs him back up into the clutches of Van Dam. To combat this, HBK fights back with his fists to Van Dam’s side, but RVD catches one of them under his arm, before quickly spinning to the other arm and nailing a very nice hip toss counter! As soon as Michaels hits the mat, however, Van Dam inexplicably HITS A STANDING MOONSAULT!!! He lands clean on Michaels for the early pin attempt –

1…

2…

NO!!!

Not so fast. Michaels is able to throw a shoulder up, but Van Dam has his own worries approaching, as Chris Jericho has decided to get back into things, reaching through the bottom ropes and dragging Van Dam to the outside with him. He quickly gives RVD several blows to the back before kicking him in the gut (~with AUTHORITY!!!) and TOSSING VAN DAM CLEAN INTO THE STEEL RING STEPS NEARBY!!! RVD’s spine hits the steel, his face scrunching and his fingers curling to sell the cruel, cringing impact. With that out of the way, Jericho slides into the ring now, hoping to find a weakened Shawn Michaels, but instead he’s instantly met with a hard reverse elbow shot to the temple, forcing Jericho to lean on the ropes for support. HBK takes Jericho and attempts to Irish whip him, but this is reversed, sending Michaels across instead. But on the rebound, Jericho needlessly rushes RIGHT INTO A SHAWN MICHAELS KITCHEN SINK BLOW!!! Jericho goes flipping over the impact knee, Michaels now getting a cover –

1…

2…

NO!!

The camp won’t go down so easily, which Michaels knows. Jericho tries to get to his feet, but his head is grabbed by Michaels, who looks to guide him back into something, when Jericho springs to life and RAMS MICHAELS INTO THE CORNER! The crowd ‘ooh’s at that one, causing Michaels to double over the shoulder of Jericho that’s shoved into his midsection right now. Jericho kicks back and rams the shoulder right back into the midsection, again causing much discomfort to Michaels. The crowd is starting to buzz for some reason, as the camera view pans out to reveal that RVD is on the top rope behind Jericho.

As Jericho gets up from the hard shoulder, he turns to see VAN DAM FLYING AT HIM WITH THE DIVING KICK…NO!!! Jericho dodges the move, but the cat-like RVD lands on his feet, but Jericho quickly takes the legs from under Van Dam. He takes both legs in his hands now, crowd buzzing for a potential Walls of Jericho attempt, but Jericho doesn’t see it that way. Instead, he CATPAULTS VAN DAM…INTO THE CORNER CONTAINING SHAWN MICHAELS…BUT VAN DAM CATCHES HIMSELF ON HBK’S BODY!!! Van Dam’s hands on are HBK’s shoulders, his feet in his midsection, before Van Dam seamlessly transitions this…INTO A MONKEY FLIP…BUT MICHAELS LANDS ON HIS FEET…RIGHT INTO A DROPKICK FROM CHRIS JERICHO!!! This quick tempo counter sequence has the crowd fired up, but as Jericho and Van Dam race to cover the downed Michaels, RVD gets there first –

1…

NO!!

Jericho pulls him off, himself dropping on top –

1…

2…NO!!!

Van Dam now drags Jericho off by the arms, before quickly turning it into a backside pin attempt –

1…

2…NO!!

Jericho flips out of the move, only for Van Dam to charge at him with a clothesline, prompting Jericho to dodge that number and roll through Van Dam’s legs, prompting a school boy roll-up -

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2…

3-NO!!!

Van Dam is able to roll out of that, and as Jericho bends down to potentially grab Van Dam’s locks, RVD rolls onto his back and NAILS JERICHO IN THE JAW WITH A STIFF KICK!! The ‘educated feet’ of Robbie V strike, dropping Jericho and prompting yet another pinning combination –

1…

2…

3-NO!!

It’s Shawn Michaels’ turn to drag Van Dam off, as HBK does so to Van Dam. With Van Dam sliding a good ways away from the downed body of Jericho now, Y2J takes this chance to roll out of the ring again, leaving the others to battle. As Van Dam charges towards Michaels, HBK swiftly dukes his way behind Van Dam and lifts him and drops him in a nice backdrop. Van Dam, however, is seemingly not his target right now. HBK looks over to Jericho, who’s taking his time outside the ring catching a breather, his back towards the ring, facing the announce table at ringside. Michaels takes this opportunity to rush and CONNECT WITH THE BASEBALL SIDE, SENDING JERICHO FACE FIRST INTO THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!

Michaels goes all the way through the ropes now, completely outside the ring. He takes the already beaten head of Jericho in his hands and BASHES IT ONE MORE TIME AGAINST THE TABLE for good measure. He then tries it one more time, but Jericho is able to stop him with a hard elbow followed by more elbow shots to the gut to back him off. Jericho sees some kind of space…leaping at the announce table…TRIANGLE DROPKICK!!! TRIANGLE DROPKICK USING THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!! MICHAELS IS HIT, HIS BACK GOING RIGHT INTO A STEEL POST!! The unforgiving steel of the ring corner digs itself into Michaels’ upper back, Jericho getting a nice reaction from the Hammerstein for that innovation. He’s not out of the water, though. As both he and Michaels drift towards the center of the ring skirt…AIR VAN DAM!!! AIR VAN DAM!!! AIR VAN DAM!!! RVD FLIES WITH A FLIP CLEAN OVER THE ROPES ONTO BOTH MEN!!! All three men are down now!!

Joey Styles:
These men are already giving it their all, showing how much they’re willing to sacrifice here tonight!! Who’s gonna walk away from this one…if they can walk…

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


As we return from the break, we’re immediately smack in the middle of Chris Jericho having Shawn Michaels in a corner, much like he did before the break. Also just like before the break, RVD is behind Jericho, stalking him, but Jericho is wise to the act and turns his attention towards Van Dam, but Jericho is quick to get some stiff RVD right hands before getting a well calculated kick to the side. RVD then turns towards Michaels, giving him more right hands, but Jericho is quick to catch him, both Van Dam and Jericho delivering one hard hand to HBK, then turning to hit the other with one. As those two men go at it, Shawn Michaels busts from the corner with a knife-edge CHOP(Wooooo!) to Jericho, followed immediately by one to Van Dam – CHOP(Wooooo!), stunting both men, but Michaels now begins a mad flurry, back and forth chops, between both men –

CHOP(Wooooo!) to Jericho!
CHOP(Woooooo!) to RVD!
CHOP(Wooooo!) to Jericho!
CHOP(Wooooo!) to RVD!

Both men have backed off, leading all three men to the center of the ring. Michaels bashes Jericho across the head again, giving Jericho another excuse to roll out of the ring once more, while a blow to RVD’s gut leads to Michaels attempting to toss him into the ropes, but it gets reverse whipped. On the rebound, Michaels hits the FLYING FOREARM SHOT…both men downed…KIP-UP!! Michaels is fired up, his hands going crazy, waiting for RVD to get to his feet. He promptly picks him up and drops him with the scoop slam, heading towards the top rope. The crowd is buzzing knowing what’s coming next…Michaels prepares to leap…NO!! Jericho stops him from the apron! Michaels is on the top rope, battling with Jericho. Jericho finally lowers the top rope, causing the Kid to fall on his family jewels, with Michaels’ face overselling the matter. Jericho then climbs in, but stays on the second rope. Van Dam has since rolled out of the way, but the crowd starts buzzing when Jericho forces Michaels onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position…leaping…SAMOAN DRIVER!!! SAMOAN DRIVER!!! JERICHO WITH A SAMOAN DRIVER FROM THE SECOND ROPE!!! The crowd is all over that out-of-nowhere maneuver, as Jericho, taking a good bit of impact himself, crawls over to Michaels –

1…

2…

3-NO!!!

VAN DAM!! Van Dam smashes the double-axe to Jericho’s spine, forcing the pin break. Van Dam pulls Jericho up in a front headlock now, while Michaels rolls away to recuperate. RVD stands in place, but spins Jericho’s headlocked body for a NICE TWISTING NECKBREAKER! Van Dam gets to his feet quickly, as Jericho rolls a bit towards the ropes. Van Dam sees him in position before quickly glancing towards the crowd then glancing back at Jericho. They know what’s coming next…the rebound…ROLLING THUNDER!! ROLLING THUNDER!!! HE NAILS IT!! The crowd is getting hotter behind Van Dam now, as he dives over for the cover –

1…

2…

3-NO!!!

Jericho won’t go so quickly! He holds three fingers up the ref, who only tells him it was two. Van Dam doesn’t pout, however, as Jericho gets to his feet, he pulls one of Jericho’s legs up looking for the STEP OVER SPINNING WHEEL KICK…NO!! Jericho drops his leg and uses it to punt Van Dam in the gut instead, before quickly whipping off the ropes behind him and nailing him with the ONE-HANDED BULLDOG!! Another Jericho pin attempt –

1…

2…

NO!!

Van Dam is resilient! It’s Jericho’s turn to tell the ref to count faster in his signature hammy angry voice. Once his pout is over, Jericho rushes, leaps over RVD, GOING FOR THE LIONSAULT…NO!! Van Dam rolls out of the way, but the wary Jericho lands on his feet following the move…SWEET CHIN MUSIC!!!! SWEET CHIN MUSIC!!! SWEET CHIN MUSIC!!! OH MY GOD!!! FROM ABSOLUTELY NOWHERE!!! JERICHO BEHEADED!! The AOW Champion drops like a stone in water, as Michaels, still very much taken out from the earlier Samoan Driver, crawls over to Jericho –

1…

2…

3-NO!!

RVD STOPS THE COUNT AGAIN!! Van Dam in a desperate rush was almost outside the ring, had to quickly keep his hopes alive for winning that world title. As Van Dam stands over both men, Michaels slowly starts getting to his feet, when Van Dam stares down at him.

“This is your best? This is ‘The Showstopper’ at his best? I thought you weren’t gonna hold back, dude.”

SLAP TO THE FACE FROM SHAWN MICHAELS!! Michaels slaps the taste out of RVD’s mouth as he gets to his feet, getting a big reaction out of the crowd. The two men then stand center ring, staring into each other’s blazing gazes once again. We can see Shawn mouth the words “Don’t test me, boy.” Van Dam smar-assly nods his head in that yes, he is testing him. HBK’s face turns into a snarl as he uncharacteristically HEABUTTS Van Dam, forcing him to reel into the ropes. Michaels takes the surprised Van Dam and whips him into the opposite ropes, again lowering his head, where Van Dam KICKS HIS FACE on the rebound, forcing Michaels to stand upright. Van Dam pushes off the ropes again, heading towards Michaels…DOUBLE A SPINEBUSTER!!! DOUBLE A SPINEBUSTER!!! Michaels takes a page out of his best friend’s book and turns the tide of Van Dam, but taking something out of himself as well, rolling onto the apron. Michaels recovers quickly, however, ascending to the top rope and looming over Van Dam…ELBOW DROP!! ELBOW DROP!!! THE SHOWSTOPPER’S ELBOW!!! Michaels with an intense cover –

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3-NO!!!

VAN DAM IS STILL RESILIENT!!! Michaels flops to the mat, hands in his hair, in a combination of frustration, fatigue, and a bit of overselling. Michaels struggles to get to his feet following that, but before he can venture to the corner to potentially stir up the band, he’s grabbed by the tights and by the nape of the neck and CHUNKED SHOULDER FIRST INTO A STEEL RING POST BY CHRIS JERICHO!!! Jericho, getting his head back after the decapitating shot from Michaels, is still in this thing to keep his gold. Jericho makes his way over to the downed Van Dam before bringing him to his feet and putting him in a corner and throwing him up on a top rope.

The crowd is getting on their feet, as this looks like it might be another replay of what happened to Michaels, or it could be different, with Jericho climbing all the way to the top with his prey…but Van Dam starts fighting out!! Jericho still wants to try something, maybe a Superplex, but Van isn’t having it. He fights some more…FRONT DROP SUPLEX FROM THE TOP ROPE!!! JERICHO GOES FROM THE AIR TO THE FLOOR!!! Jericho rolls all the way center ring on the hard impact to the canvas, the crowd all over Van Dam at this point, as he gets ready to leap…FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH…INTO SWEET CHIN MUSIC!!! SWEET CHIN MUSIC!!! SWEET CHIN MUSIC IN THE MID-FLIGHT OF THE FIVE STAR!!!! WOW!!! The crowd has lost their minds at this point, with RVD’s head being positively drilled from off his shoulders! Michaels shows Van Dam what a real Showstopper can do, the crowd is on fire, even with their hero possibly dead. A crawling HBK finally gets to the downed body of RVD before throwing an arm over –

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NO!!!

PAUL WRIGHT!!! PAUL THE GREAT WRIGHT HAS DRAGGED SHAWN MICHAELS OFF OF RVD AND OUT OF THE RING!!! The crowd lets rip with a massive amount of heat, as Wright most definitely just saved Chris Jericho the world title! Wright takes the already damaged Michaels and WHIPS HIM INTO THE BARRICADE, crushing his already hurt back before dragging him over by the announce table. When he goes close, Wright SLAPS HIS HAND ACROSS THE THROAT OF MICHAELS…BUT HBK FIGHTS BACK!!! Michaels starts wildly thrashing at the face of the big man, his hair flying everywhere, his hands hitting every part of the body…until Wright SOCKS MICHAELS IN THE JAW WITH THE HARD RIGHT HAND WRECKING BALL. Michaels slumps as though he’s already dead, but to add a great deal of insult to an already potential injury, “The Great” throws his gargantuan hand over the throat of Michaels anyway…CHOKESLAM!! CHOKESLAM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!! CHOKESLAM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!! MICHAELS IS OUT OF IT!!! HE’S GOTTA BE!!!

The crowd is in horrified awe, with sprinkled “HOLY SHIT” chants starting to break out, this all legal with the Triple Threat No-DQ rule. Only now is Chris Jericho aware of what’s going on, looking over to Wright, then seeing Michaels…and letting a sinister grin come over his face, as though this were premeditated. Jericho then pulls the body of RVD away from the ropes before ambitiously covering the fallen F’n Show –

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RVD ROLLS THE SHOULDER!!! HE ROLLS THE SHOULDER!!! Jericho took too much time! The crowd is going nuts, as not even Wright can believe what just happened. Jericho, aggravated as hell, looks towards the referee and demands that he count to three, but the ref says it was still only two. Jericho is absolutely flustered. But he tries not to put too match…AS HE LOCKS IN THE WALLS OF JERICHO!!! WALLS OF JERICHO!!! The very move that won Jericho is title is synched in!!! RVD is being truly tested now, being forced and contorted into a position of pure pain. The crowd is trying to rally behind Van Dam once again, hoping that their hero can get out of the move…Van Dam pushes himself up on his palms…HE ROLLS THROUGH, CATCHING JERICHO IN A TIGHT ROLL-UP –

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JERICHO KEEPS ONTO HIS TITLE!!! He angrily gets to his feet, waiting for the more damaged Van Dam to get to his feet, waiting, waiting…HE GOES FOR THE (Worthy) CODE BREAKER…BUT VAN DAM HANGS ONTO A TOP ROPE, SENDING JERICHO WHIPLASHING OFF THE CANVAS!!! As Jericho gets back to his feet gripping his neck, Van Dam grabs his leg and NAILS THE STEP-OVER SPINNING WHEEL!! Van Dam, completely unaware that there’s a giant looming on the outside ventures to the top rope, looking to end this thing.

The crowd pops, but are instantly deflated, as Wright, from the arena floor, REACHES UP AND GRABS VAN DAM’S THROAT. Wright then steps up onto the apron, deathgrip still intact. Van Dam grabs the wrist and tries to wrench it off, preventing himself from crashing like Michaels. Van Dam then starts using those educated feet, as Wright’s head is at feet level, KICKING WRIGHT SQUARE IN THE FACE ONCE…TWICE…THREE TIMES…FOUR TIMES…FIVE TIMES before Wright finally legs to of the hold to tend to his potentially broken nose. As he does so, Van Dam is still on the top rope, leaps and NAILS THE DIVING SIDE KICK TO WRIGHT’S FACE, FORCING THE MIGHTY OAK TO FALL FROM THE APRON ALL THE WAY DOWN TO THE FLOOR!!! The crowd is popping HUGE, as no one to date has ever knocked the big man down, let alone a mighty fall on his ass!!! Crowd still going ape shit, as Van Dam gets to his feet and turns back towards the action…CODE BREAKER!!! CODE BREAKER!!! CODE BREAKER SUCCESSFUL!!! Van Dam pops up on one knee from the impact being so hard before falling back dramatically to the canvas. Jericho crawls over to the potentially finally dead body of Rob Van Dam –

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Here is your winner and STILL AOW World Heavyweight Champion…CHRIS JERICHO at (20:16)

JBL:
He did it!! Say it with me Joey – he did it!!

Joey Styles:
Shawn Michaels has not moved since being slammed through our announce table, Rob Van Dam has just been decimated, and you want me to say what?

JBL:
Say he did it, damnit! Chris Jericho is the worthy champion he said he was!

Joey Styles:
Ladies and gentlemen, from all of us here at AOW, we thank you for joining us in the biggest show of our entire history…but why did it have to end this way?

JBL:
This is a worthy ending, but only a worthy beginning to a worthy reign!


The final shot we get of the first ever AOW Supershow is that of Chris Jericho on the shoulders of “The Great” Wright, holding his AOW Championship high into the air, leaving Rob Van Dam to dwell in disappointment and Shawn Michaels to grit his teeth trying to recover from his. As we…

Fade…

To…

Black…

END SHOW



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