The Sleeping Giant
Join Date: Jul 2006
Location: The Fountain of Dreams
Re: Presenting AOW: Art of War Wrestling - The Greatest Affair
The Hammerstein Ballroom – Manhattan, New York City, New York
*90-Minute Extension Pilot*
“Tag Team Halloween”
“The Fight Song” by Marilyn Manson vignette
RVD leaps for a Frog Splash…
HBK cocks back, Sweet Chin Music ready…
Finlay and Joe go at it on the balcony…
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
Paul Wright chokeslams Michaels through the table from the Supershow
We'll scar your minds
A replayed shot of Shelton Benjamin German suplexing Paul London off the ladder from Week 4
SWEET CHIN MUSIC!!
WORLD’S GREATEST DOOMSDAY DEVICE!!
FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH!!!
*Final cymbal crash*
Chris Jericho holds the AOW World title high in the air
We open to the eleventh consecutive sellout of the Hammerstein Ballroom, 3,000+ losing their minds for the inaugural 90-minute timeslot extension, all of them ready for an intense night of tag team action. It doesn’t take long for them to get their wish, either, as the second the camera pan ends, “LONDON CALLING” greets us on the speakers as the crowd pops once more, the team of London and Kendrick, The Hooliganz, make their mad dash down the ramp and towards the ring. They’re noticeably not as nimble as usual, selling the assault of their opponents tonight from last week. They don’t perform their usual backflip-and-handshake pre-match shenanigans, either, showing a bit more serious demeanor tonight.
The demeanor looks to come to fruition as we hear “WELCOME TO WHITECHAPEL”, as Paul Burchill and Brent Albright, collectively known as The Mercenaries, come onto the stage in their “Ripper” attires – their hair groomed, but both with dark (mascaraed and eyelinered) eyes and their tattered English coats walking very seriously, very intensely towards the ring. They stop to throw off their coats, only for London and Kendrick to leap through the ropes with immediate suicide dives!! We’re underway in an explosive way!!
*2 Out of 3 Falls Match*
The Hooliganz v. The Mercenaries
The Hooliganz, showing a great deal of aggression early with that explosive opening! This sets things off with a brawl all over the outside between the four men, The Mercenaries gaining the upper hand on their reckless opponents. Kendrick is taken by Burchill and whipped violently into some steel ring steps
, but London is able to back off Albright before assaulting Burchill with a hard clothesline. As Albright reproaches, he gets a sharp uppercut throat thrust for his troubles from London, followed quickly by London getting on all fours, Kendrick rushing, leaping off his back, and executing a beautiful aided hurricanrana!
L & K slide back into the ring, fully on fire here, the crowd fully behind them and being the aggressors on two of the most aggressive men on the roster. The ref tells them only one of them can be legal, as the Mercenaries try to enter the ring and start another brawl, but are told the same. We have to start an actual match here.
Burchill wants to kick it off against London, who is still feeling the fire from moments ago. Burchill tries to steam it with a lock-up, but London swiftly avoids it and begins clubbing Burchill wildly on the back, forcing Burchill to get down on one knee. London keeps swinging, so it forces Burchill to all fours. London uses this time to back up a few steps before charging and nailing Burch in the face with a low front dropkick!
London with a white-hot cover – 1…2…NO!! The Mercenaries won’t go down so easily at all! London does drag Burch’s body over, however, and tags in Kendrick, who leaps over immediately with a vaulting leg drop onto Burchill’s neck!
He’s got a cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Burch still won’t go down early! The fiery Spanky doesn’t waste time after the near fall, grabbing Burchill by the head and attempting to pull him to his feet. But beating on the cage door awakens the beast, as Burchill comes to life by abruptly lifting Kendrick up and smashing him into a vacant corner. Burchill traps the cornered Kendrick and gives him hard knee to the gut after hard knee to the gut, showing his own vengeful and aggressive side here. The ref tells him to get him out of the corner, so Burchill obliges and tosses him across the ring into his corner, where Albright is seething in waiting for the tag. Both men lift Kendrick above their heads before dropping his gut on both their knees!!
The target on the gut of Kendrick continues with a cover – 1…2…3-NO! Kendrick won’t go down quickly either!
Albright doesn’t seem to mind, as he gets to beat the hell out of Kendrick as a result. He lifts Kendrick to his feet before delivering a chaffing CHOP(Woooooo!) to the chest of Kendrick that forces Kendrick to cover his pecs, turning his back to Albright. Albright takes this chance to sock Kendrick in the kidney with a hard knee before locking in an abdominal stretch. The continued pressure to Kendrick’s midsection is noted, as Kendrick tries to reach into his corner in vein. London tries to get some claps going, getting the crowd to cheer on Kendrick to get out of things. As Kendrick seems to be filling with energy from the crowd, Albright takes one of his arms and starts driving it into the kidney of Kendrick repeatedly before just leaving it there to dig into his skin, stopping any attempt at gathering momentum. Kendrick collapses, but Albright follows him to the mat and pulls him back up by his hair and turns him back towards him, quickly nailing a gutwrench suplex!
Albright with another cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Kendrick still with some fight!
The continued target of Kendrick’s midsection is again honed in on, as Albright goes right back to an abdominal stretch, albeit a grounded one this time. London is quick to try and enter the ring this time and stop it, but the referee intercepts him. While that goes on, Burchill takes the opportunity to run by and kick Kendrick in the back of the head. He quickly exits, as Albright adjusts his grip to that of a bearhug on Kendrick. As he rises to his feet with the hold intact, Kendrick begins feeling the crowd and begins fighting, scratching, and clawing his way free before finally breaking the vicegrip. He puts both men on the ground with a high, but well aimed dropkick, causing both men to crawl to their corners. Kendrick is crawling and belly flops in order to get the hot tag on London before Albright can tag, causing London to jump into the ring and knock Burchill off the apron. Kendrick is still in the ring with London, as London lifts Albright into a powerbomb position, while Kendrick grabs the head…TOWER OF LONDON!!! TOWER OF LONDON!!! WOW!!
The Hooliganz nail a joint maneuver, leaving London cover Albright – 1…2…3…!!!
1st Fall: The Hooliganz
Wow! The Hooliganz make a statement with the first fall that they are not just gonna be some kind of proving ground! No tomato can contest here! But almost as soon as the ref rings the bell for the first fall, Paul Burchill explodes into the ring, smashing London with a hard clothesline, then following up with a hard blow to the gut of Kendrick, getting him out of the ring. Albright has rolled to the apron, leaving Burchill as the legal man. London stomps furiously on London, trying to extinguish any sort of fire that the Hooliganz have built here tonight. He then takes London onto his shoulders before dropping him across the top rope
, his ribs crunching off the iron post. He throws London off the top following that, looking very intense and very angry. He covers London, forearm in his face – 1…2…NO! London still has some fuel.
Burchill gets to his feet and starts screaming in London’s face to “stay the hell down” before grabbing him by his locks and lifting him to his feet, only to be greeted with a stiff kick from London. London takes this opportunity to rebound off the ropes with a clothesline, followed by another, then another, before capping off his momentum charge with a well-aimed Dropsault!
London is pumped right back up, going to the top rope now. He’s getting prepared, can the Hooliganz pull off a major upset…? He leaps…450 SPLASH…NOBODY HOME!!
Burchill rolls away and scurries from near doom, as London’s ribs crunch off the empty canvas. Burchill was in such a rush, that he bumps into the referee in his mad scramble, momentarily distracting the ref. In that brief moment, London is trying to get to his feet, using the bottom rope as leverage, when he’s struck in the skull by Albright…WITH THE RING BELL!!!
The Mercenaries are seriously being pushed here, to point where they’re resorting to everything to win! Albright quickly disposes of the evidence, a sinister grin on his face.
While the commentators try to sort out when the hell Albright got a hold of the bell and how he got to deliver the crushing blow, the still ailing Brian Kendrick comes to his partner’s aide by knocking Albright away with a rabid array of blows. Meanwhile in the ring, the ref’s eyes are back where they belong, as Paul Burchill furiously jumps back on London, locking in the Royal Mutilation!
London is effectively out cold from the hard bell to the head a few moments go, but even he can feel the tendons in his arm ripping away as Burchill cranks back the Fujiwara. We look behind Burchill, however, and we see Brian Kendrick entering the ring to aid his partner, but his foot is grabbed by Brent Albright, who pulls Kendrick under the bottom rope and face-first into the floor. London is dead in the ring, barely conscious, but in excruciating pain and has no choice to but tap out.
2nd Fall: The Mercenaries
Following that tap out, the methodical Mercenaries regroup outside the ring, most likely getting together to plan out their final wave of attack. On the other side of the ring, Kendrick is tending to London, perhaps trying to put his brains back in his noggin after that hard bell shot. Once Burchill and Albright seem to have a set plan, they re-enter the ring together, pumped as ever, and more than willing to prove to everyone that they mean will not be outdone.
As we return from the break for the final fall, Brian Kendrick has become the legal man, while Burchill stays legal for his team. Kendrick tries to start some kind of offense with a few sway chops and kicks to Burchill’s calf, but as he rebounds off the ropes looking for something else, Burchill punts him in the already hurt midsection, doubling him over. He then takes Kendrick by the neck and tights and chunks him straight through the middle rope, Kendrick crashing to the floor. The ref admonishes him for that, but while that happens, Albright happily leaps off the apron and drives Kendrick into the barricade on the outside. This ails at Kendrick’s already mushed midsection, but Albright is quick to throw Kendrick back into the fray. Burchill tries a quick cover here – 1…2…NO! Kendrick still has some fight!
With two fistfuls of hair, Burchill drives the back of Kendrick’s head into the canvas with a mat slam. He then takes Kendrick back to his feet and nails a flawless snap suplex that floats into another cover – 1…2…NO!! Kendrick keeps the fight going! Burchill keeps the savage nature going by stomping on Kendrick’s guts some more, but Kendrick surprises him by catching a stomp and getting to his feet, Burchill’s foot still in his grasp. Kendrick throws the foot back at Burchill, forcing ‘The Ripper’ into a corner, where Kendrick rushes after him only to be met by a counter elbow that backs him away. Burchill uses this space to leap off the middle rope, twisting towards Kendrick with a triangle jump sunset flip…but Kendrick rolls all the way through, planting a stiff front dropkick right to Burchill’s jaw! Kendrick falls flat on his back, still wrapped in pain from his injured midsection. London is trying to get Kendrick into the corner, trying to get his team back into things after they were going so well. Burchill meanwhile doesn’t have far to go to get to his corner, as he gets up and tags back in Albright, who promptly knocks Kendrick back down and drives the wind out of both the Hooliganz and the crowd.
Albright takes Kendrick to his feet and nails a perfect backdrop, trying for another cover – 1…2…3-NO!! It will not be so! Albright follows up with this by dragging Kendrick near an empty corner, laying him prone. Albright then launches himself off the middle rope, coming down with a hard shit stomp on Kendrick’s midsection again. Albright then takes Kendrick by the hair and looks to set him up for what looks like a Regalplex, but Kendrick starts fighting out with hard reverse elbows, each one hitting harder than the last until finally, Kendrick strikes Albright right in the temple to release the hold. His back still towards Albright, Kendrick flips back…backflip kick!! Backflip kick! The smack of boot meeting flesh is heard all around the arena, as Albright goes stumbling back several steps now. The crowd is back to life for Kendrick, as Albright rushes at him only to get an arm drag, followed quickly by another and another. Kendrick is building a head of steam, as Albright approaches him again, only to get hit by a nifty neckbreaker. Kendrick is pumped up now, grabbing Albright’s head and looking for Sliced Bread, but Albright recognizes this quickly and stops Kendrick in his tracks – REGALPLEX!! Albright’s intended goal several moves ago comes back to play as Albright tries for a cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Again, the Hooliganz will continue to push these two to the limit!
Albright runs his hand through his hair and looks towards his corner like ‘what the hell do I do now?’ Burchill gives him a look that simply says ‘stop being so damn civil.’ The telepathic language between the two gives Albright a sinister grin as he lifts the battered Kendrick to his feet only to shove him between his legs and lift up, looking for a powerbomb…DDT!! DDT! Kendrick reverses it into a DDT!! Kendrick falls from off the shoulders with an impaling DDT! Albright is shocked and hurt, while Burchill now sees he needs to get back into things. Kendrick is again scratching and clawing his way into the corner before finally getting there, getting the hot tag to London. Albright, who is back to his feet, is greeted with the trifecta series of clotheslines, and as he quickly gets to his feet again, is quickly met by London spinning around and through him for a roll-up – 1…2…3…NO!!! Albright throws his legs up at the last second to end the threat! Burchill has to get his breath back from that near fall, and Albright is thinking to do the same, getting into an empty corner to gather himself. London will allow him no such thing, rushing from across the ring towards the prone Albright…Albright sidesteps, sending London crashing into the turnbuckle chest-first! He recoils violently from the hard hit, right into Albright’s clutches…German suplex!! A flawless German to take London back on his battered head! Albright keeps the bridge – 1…2…3…NO!! Yet another near fall!
Albright isn’t happy with that, but nonetheless, tags in Burchill, as the two take London execute a flawless double suplex. Burchill floats over with another cover – 1…2…3-NO!! London still won’t go down! London wobbles to his feet, but Burchill comes at him with a hard clothesline attempt, but London ducks under it and grabs between Burch’s legs from behind for a school boy pin – 1...2…NO! Burchill is able to roll out quickly, but as soon as both men get to their feet, London rolls right through again, another school boy – 1…2…NO! Burchill gets up and out again, but as he goat at London again, London grapples behind Burchill and drives him into the ropes, pulling back with a victory roll – 1…2…3-NO!! Yet another near fall! Burchill quickly gets to his feet and is approached once more by London, but London eats a step-up enzeguiri! The quickened pace allows Burchill hit a smooth looking kick to the jaw, going for another cover of his own – 1…2…3-NO!!! London still won’t go down!
London has to shake the cobwebs out of his head, however, as the blow from the bell to the head earlier comes back into play, using the ropes to try and hold on. Burchill doesn’t care, driving his knee into the back of London’s head and neck with all his weight, using the ropes as leverage. The referee is counting down, trying to get him off the rope, but Burchill is seething and not adhering. Being close to his corner, Kendrick forces him to leg go with a hard running elbow to the side of the head. The referee gets on Kendrick about that, but London is freed. Burchill looks to go right back on the assault, but London socks him in the gut and proceeds to keep throwing punches from his knees until Burchill backs away. London tries to whip Burchill into the ropes, but it’s reversed, sending London instead, but on the rebound, ducks under a clothesline attempt. As he rebounds again, Kendrick tags him on the back, becoming the legal man. As London launches himself back towards Burchill, he slides between his legs, as Burchill looks down and between them angrily…only to look up and see Kendrick coming at him with a springboard dropkick!! Kendrick with a mad dash cover – 1…2…3-NO! Albright drags Kendrick out of the ring by the foot once again, potentially saving the match for his mentor! Kendrick’s midsection hits the outside hard.
London, who is still around the ring, sees his partner in trouble and wanders around to Albright, who clotheslines London, whiplashing his tender head off the padded outside! The ref is losing control here, but Burchill gives another knee to the midsection of Kendrick before throwing him back in to the Ripper who greets him by hoisting him on his shoulder and hitting a rolling fireman’s carry, crunching Kendrick’s midsection even more. Burchill covers – 1…2…3-NO!! It’s still not over! These guys won’t go away! Outside the ring, London and Albright are going at it, Albright dragging London around until London draws him near some steel ring steps and pushes him into them, sending him down. London then jumps into the ring, ambushing Burchill with a hurricanrana. Kendrick has wandered into a corner, while the ref is telling London to get out. London doesn’t adhere, as he fixes Burchill’s jaw with a spot-on superkick!!! Wow!! Burchill doesn’t go down, instead, he goes wandering into the clutches of Kendrick, who has ascended to the top rope. He catches him in a reverse facelock…TORNADO REVERSE DDT!!! TORNADO REVERSE DDT!!! Kendrick bounces up from the impact of the blow, gripping his midsection as he goes down, while Burchill is implanted on the canvas. London is in a frenzy, as is the Hammerstein crowd, popping hard to try and get Kendrick to cover Burchill! The referee is telling London to get out, which he finally does, but he’s jumping up and down in excitement. Can the Hooliganz pull off the upset? Kendrick, in intense pain, throws himself on top of Burchill…1…2…3…!!!
BURCHILL THROWS THE SHOULDER UP!! HE THROWS THE SHOULDER UP!! WOW!!! The Hammerstein can’t believe it and neither can Kendrick, but London is still entirely hopeful, holding onto his tag rope and leaning over, telling Kendrick to tag him in. Kendrick does tag him in, flopping to the floor as he does, as London immediately geos to the top rope, Burchill still down and out despite the kickout. The crowd and London prepare for the 450 Splash for the upset…NO!! Brent Albright has begun scaling the top rope from the outside, pounding London’s lower back to stop any momentum he might build. London turns towards Albright, his back towards the ring now. Albright is fighting London away before getting on the top rope with him, catching him from behind…SUPER BACK DROP!! SUPER BACK DROP!!! London goes flying overhead, turning himself inside out, his head being driven into the canvas on the flip!! “HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!” chants are sprinkling around the Hammerstein, as the sickening thud has everyone on the ground now. As the crowd roars in approval, Burchill is the man to begin moving first, but Albright follows soon afterward into his corner. Burchill exhaustingly gets to Albright and tags him in, who jumps on the still downed London – 1…2…3…NO!!! LONDON THROWS HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES! IT’S STILL NOT OVER!!
London finds some way, some stroke of guile, to know where he is, despite his head being knocked around a great deal in this match. Outside the ring, Brian Kendrick is up and entering the fray, rushing at Albright, but Albright sidesteps and guides him towards the ropes, where Burchill lowers the top rope, sending Kendrick flipping all over the outside. London sees this and goes at Albright with another aiming superkick, but Albright catches it and flings it around, London attempting a dragon whip, but Albright ducks underneath that and snatches London from behind – half nelson suplex!! The ever deadly half-nelson literally drives London’s skull into the canvas, flipping over himself. Albright has a seething look in his eyes now, his civility gone and his savage nature appearing to be fully uncovered, knowing he can’t put these guys away by ordinary means. So he…rips his right knee pad off? Albright exposes the fierce joint before wrapping London up in a hammerlock and chickenwing hold, keeping his arms back and head exposed…AND BEGINS REPEATEDLY DRIVING HIS EXPOSED KNEE INTO THE TEMPLE AND HEAD OF LONDON!!! All the blows to London’s head from throughout the match, especially the ring bell shot, are all coming into play here, as Albright is savagely decapitating London with every shot, London’s body whiplashing horrifically like some kind of crash test dummy. Enough is enough…the referee calls for the bell after London is seen completely unresponsive, ending the final fall by KO
3rd Fall and winners: The Mercenaries at (17:47)
Albright is having to be forced to stop the blows to London, but when he finally does he throws him down with authority, completely lifeless. Burchill is in the ring now as the Merc’s get their huge win by perhaps the most convincing fashion possible. As their hands are raised, Burchill is patting Albright on the chest, pumped up, saying “that’s how you do it, youngblood!”
Ladies and gentlemen, we welcome you to a very special edition of Wednesday Night Oblivion, and we do it with what is definitely the biggest win in The Mercenaries budding AOW careers.
Special edition indeed, look at those guys! They damn well deserve to be the number one contenders, and they damn well earned that win! Oh, I love it Joey!
It is gratifying indeed, but folks, again, I welcome you to this very special edition of Oblivion, jam packed with tag team action in what our General Manager has labeled ‘Tag Team Halloween”, and what you’ve just seen is the opening act in that product with The Mercenaries getting a win over the Hooliganz.
Check yer facts, Joey. They scored two wins over the Hooliganz here t’night! An’ there’s gonna be more like this over 90 minutes!
That’s right, partner, this edition of Oblivion is gonna go on for 90 minutes of nothing but the best action in all of the professional wrestling world.
But stuff like what jus’ happened ain’t the only things on tap.
We have so much more – we’ve got the anticipated rematch between two of the newest teams, four of the freshest faces in AOW between American Made and the Sons of the Dungeon, who have been at it since they set foot here. Also, the team that surprised us and debuted with both of them will be in their first ever match in AOW, the Samoan Fight Club in action!
And because o’the total nimrods runnin’ this show, we’ve got a huge main event, but lots on the line.
Indeed we do. The World’s Greatest Tag Team will defend their AOW Tag Team Championships for the first time against the team of men who will tear into each other in just under two weeks at World Ablaze – AOW Champion Chris Jericho and his opponent to be, the man who declared that he is AOW in Rob Van Dam! So many combustible elements, with so much hanging in the balance and up in the air! But the night’s just getting started, folks! We’ll be here for another hour!
~Backstage, an office
We head to a backstage area, in General Manger Mick Foley’s office. Foley gets a great pop for showing up, but this week, its curious that he’s alone and not with Paul Heyman. Someone soon knocks on Foley’s door…
~Into the frame steps Bobby Lashley to a great deal of heat, despite still pretty much being a face. But Lashley’s seems to be used to it by now, never having been cheered since showing up in the Hammerstein. Lashley is not in competition attire, wearing a t-shirt and jeans instead.
You had something for me, Mick?
Uh yeah. Nothin’ much, just first of all…I will say I’m not the biggest fan of how you went about your business last week.
Look, Mick, I’m not here to discuss the past. That was last week. I know the medics sent you some information on me. I just want to know what it is so I can go.
~A little bit of attitude in Lashley’s tone…?
I don’t think you leaving is a good idea, Lash.
Well, first of all, I’ll tell you what you want to hear. The medics gave me word that you have not been medically cleared to compete just yet, but they promised me that you should be ready by World Ablaze.
Okay…now tell me what I don’t want to hear.
Well…judging by Christian Cage’s reactions last week…and yours…I believe that spending as much time as possible here in the Hammerstein is your best and safest option.
You want me to stay here?
Christian is suspended and cannot set foot in an AOW arena or function until World Ablaze. And I think it’s in your best interests to stay here where neither of you can get your hands on one another. I may not like the way things happened last week, but it’s my job to protect both of you until you lock horns.
~Lashley simply nods and smiles
I appreciate the concern, Mick. But I can take care of myself. Thanks for the news.
~Lashley shakes Foley’s hand before leaving the office, leaving Foley with a somewhat worried expression on his face
We return backstage, in the Green Zone, where we see Torrie Wilson who appears to be ready to do her job for the first time in over a month…but she doesn’t seem too thrilled…
I’m Torrie Wilson, back in the Green Zone interview set, with my special guest at this time – Shawn Michaels.
~The crowd gives a rousing pop for the Heart Break Kid showing up, but Torrie still doesn’t look too thrilled, barley flashing out a smile
Y’know, for a lady who’s been away from her job as long as I have, you’re lookin’ a little blue. Why the long face, darlin’? Don’t you know good ol’ Haich - Bee - Kay is back in the buildin’?
~Another grandeur pop is heard from the Hammerstein space
No, I’m – I’m thrilled you’re back, Shawn it’s just…
Ahhh…the Heart Break Kid’s been keepin’ tabs on things. You’re thrilled I’m back, we’re thrilled you’re back…but you’d rather have another certain someone else be back…am I in the ballpark?
~Michaels wags in finger in the face of Wilson, who flashes a grin for the first time in the segment, giggling little bit
Yeah, I guess so, Shawn. But those are my personal issues. I’m here to ask you the big question everyone’s been thinking about since last week – why did Shawn Michaels come back?
~Michaels shrugs his shoulders
Because Shawn Michaels was asked to be the Special Guest Referee at World Ablaze.
But…why did you agree to be the special guest referee…?
~Michaels’ demeanor changes from being someone easy-going to obviously tense
I have my personal reasons.
Is it because you still have some unresolved business with both Chris Jericho and Rob Van Dam?
~Michaels maintains his now dead serious demeanor
I have my personal reasons.
~Michaels stares down Torrie, all happy feelings seeming to have left the scene. Michaels soon leaves the scene, leaving Torrie somewhat bewildered…and perhaps wondering if anyone else on the roster is going crazy
~Back at ringside…
The still buzzing Hammerstein which gets buzzier when we hear “MEXICANO MUY LOCO” hit, as the team of the Mexicools make their way down the ramp, happily high-fiving some Hammerstein faithful on their way down the aisle in their first TV appearance since the Tag Team Turning Point match at the Supershow about a month ago.
The celebrating stops in the ring when we hear a dark, tribal rhythm brought forth in “JIMBO (SAMOAN REMIX)”, a remastered version of the song by Carlos Santana. Soon coming through the blood red curtain are the team of Siaki and Manu, the Samoan Fight Club. They’re wearing their same attires from last week – black sleeveless tees, MMA gloves, albeit we can see their lower bodies this time, noticing both men are essentially barefoot, and Manu isn’t wearing his bandana, his wild curly hair flying about. They both look to be wearing lava-lavas, the kilt-like traditional Samoan attire, Siaki’s in orange and Manu’s in red. They remove them as they get ringside to reveal the blank, knee high black legging tights that they were wearing the night they debuted. Both men have looks of sheer intensity in their eyes, Manu especially yelling in Samoan towards some crowd members, with Siaki having to calm him down as they get to the ring and prepare for ‘everyone’ to talk about Samoan Fight Club.
Samoan Fight Club v. The Mexicools
Super Crazy and Siaki kick things off for their respective teams, Siaki’s stance looking very MMA-ish with his hands guarding his face, not to mention his grappling gloves. As soon as the ref moves from between both men and rings the bell, Siaki delivers a hard right jab to the gut of Crazy, doubling him over and getting Siaki to sock him in the face with a hard elbow. Crazy stumbles away into an empty corner, prompting Siaki to rush after him with emphatic running corner elbow. As Crazy begins falling out of the corner, Siaki catches him in a snap suplex that gets him a quick cover – 1…2…NO! Crazy forces himself up, only to be struck back down with a hard clothesline for yet another cover – 1…2…NO! Crazy forces himself up yet again, only to be brought down hard by a Siaki by his hair, who immediately follows that by wrapping around Crazy with some bodyscissors, raking the brim of his wrist across the bridge of Crazy’s nose. The ref admonishes this, but Crazy finds a way to fight it off of his face, wrenching the bodyscissors open, quickly jumping to his feet, and dropkicking the still donwed Siaki in the face!!
Crazy takes this chance to reach over into his corner and tag in Psicosis, who rushes into the ring and tries to cover Siaki – 1…2…NO!! Siaki powers out, furiously getting to his feet and meeting Psicosis with a furious clotheslining STO. Siaki goes for a cover of his own – 1…2…3-NO!! Psicosis gets out of it, but he’s not out of the woods yet, as Siaki drags Psicosis to his corner and tags in the ferocious and rabid Manu. Manu immediately makes his presence be known by leaping in an splashing right on top of the still downed Psicosis – 1…2…3-NO!! Somehow, Psicosis gets out of it!
Manu lifts Psicosis to his feet and clasps his hands around his neck, chunking him into an empty corner before giving Psicosis several consecutive headbutts, getting quicker and more brutal with each succession. Once he’s done, Psicosis wobbles out, where Manu quickly snaps his arms over Psicosis’, before sending him flipping with a tapping suplex. Manu throws his prey around like a rag doll, sending Psicosis rolling all the way across the ring, prone at the base of the opposite empty corner. Manu moves adjacently and stalks him with a savage look on his face before beating his MMA gloves to his chest and rushing at the downed Psicosis and hitting him one last time with a running diving headbutt. He doesn’t even try for a cover still, getting up and letting out an absolutely inhuman growl.
As he does so, Super Crazy sees his partner in desperate need of help, rushing across the ring to aid him. Crazy delivers hard kicks to the huge thighs of Manu, while the ref tries to return Crazy to his corner. Despite that, Siaki has entered the ring and is fighting Crazy off, hitting him with a stiff, MMA flurry of punches before getting rid of him completely by giving him a well-aimed roundhouse that sends Crazy through the middle rope, completely knocked out. As Siaki begins to exit the ring, Psicosis springs to life and attempts to rush at Manu, but as savage as Manu seems, he isn’t a dummy, as he catches Psicosis and throws him around like yesterday’s garbage with a swinging side slam, planting the luchadore. It’s here when Manu goes into his corner and tags back in Siaki, who simply picks Psicosis off the canvas, chunks him into the ropes, and on the rebound, throws him into the air, only for him to fall on Manu’s shoulders, destroying what whatever was left with the aided military press Samoan Drop. Siaki takes the dead Mexican beneath him for the pinfall, but as he does so, he says the same phrase uttered at the end of their promo last week, in sync with the three count – “WE…DEE…STROY!!!”
Winners: Samoan Fight Club at (4:12)
But the Fight Club doesn’t seem to be done. Crazy, who tried to slip back in and break the count but was far too weary, has returned and collapsed in the ring. Before Manu and Siaki can get their arms raised, they both drag the carcasses of the Mexicools and lay them prone at the base of opposite turnbuckles, looking eerily similar to what they did in their debut. The referee is begging them to stop as both of them get to the top rope, both wailing something in incoherent Samoan…before leaping and crushing the Mexicools with Samoan Splashes. They both get up and exalt yet again before Siaki has to guide Manu out of the ring and back up the entrance ramp, both men still intense.
That is an absolutely dominant debut from the Samoan Fight Club to say the least.
Wow…these guys are gonna be here for a long time, an’ I’m gonna tell you right now, Joey, there’s gonna be a lot of broken bones in that locker room when they’re done if they’re ever done! Forget the Mercenaries – these guys are absolute savages. An’ I love it.
They seem to be more than willing to pull even with the teams they surprised two weeks ago in the Sons of the Dungeon and American Made, and speaking of which, up next, we have the rematch from these two teams first night in this company. Last time, American Made won potentially on the element of surprise. This time, the Sons have the aggressive heir to them. Keep it here, it’s Tag Team Halloween!
~Backstage, in the parking lot area…
Before we fade out, we’re brought the Hammerstein parking lot, where we follow Bobby Lashley, one would guess on his way out of the building. As Lashley approaches his vehicle, the camera pans around him to reveal what looks to be some sort of parking lot costume party, with a good number of folks involved. So many infact, there is some law enforcement standing around to make sure this doesn’t get out of hand. Many of these individuals appear to be fans and some call out to Lashley upon recognizing him…but they aren’t subtle, or even nice, to say the least. But they sure are vocal….
GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE, LASHLEY!
Yeah, Lashley! We don’t want you here!
“Captain Jack Sparrow”:
Uh…you follks have a nice night. Happy Halloween.
~Lashley simply waves to them and doesn’t acknowledge their obviously irate remarks, which irritates the fans further
Ay, this dude’s ignorin’ us!
You don’t just walk away from the Hammerstein!
~The Dr. Doom dressed fan – who is wearing attire eerily similar to that of Christian Cage – snatches a golf club from a fan dressed as Tiger Woods and rushes at Lashley with it, swinging wildly at the Real Deal. Lashley moves out of the way, but the mad fan smashes the taillight of his car instead. Security on duty takes great notice and starts making way for the fan
OOooooh. Guess you can’t go anywhere with a broken taillight, Bobs!
At this point, Lashley gets fed up and is two steps away from clocking the crazed fan in the face, but an officer and subsequent security take the fan down, while the rest of security push away the other costumed individuals from the scene. While this scene turns chaotic, no one seems to notice the figure that seems to arise from behind Lashley…on top of his car, wearing a black hood and tattered jeans…with a lead pipe in hand…wearing a Rorschach mask (of Watchmen fame)…that soon leaps off the top of the car…and SMASHES LASHLEY IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD!!
The security and law enforcement are all entangled in the virtually rioting costume tailgate party to notice Lashley go down, but when “Rorschach” throws the pipe down, the noise attracts some attention, but by this point, it’s too late – the costumed assailant has hoisted Lashley up and drags him back through the front door of the Hammerstein! The camera pan shifts to the lobby now, a crowd of fans dispersing, the masked assailant throwing Lashley shoulder first into a trash bin!! Lashley torques in pain, looking back at his assaulter in anguish. As Lashley looks up, the man removes his mask…and to no one’s surprise, its Christian Cage, completely violating the laws of his suspension. Christian gets close to Lashley’s face and roars the same thing he left on last week – “SOMEBODY HAS TO SAVE THIS COMPANY!!” before taking the still dizzied Lashley and throwing his head into a framed picture, shattering the protective glass and the frame.
The still concussed and pending medical approval Lashley is almost completely out of it, but Christian doesn’t seem to be finished yet. As Lashley falls, there seems to be an oh-so-well placed steel folding chair nearby. Christian notices the chair and looks at it intensely, with the same mad, rabid look he’s had on his face for over a month. He ventures over to the chair, and grabs it, clutching it so intensely, we can see his knuckles begin to change color. He doesn’t take his eyes off the chair as he ventures back over to Lashley and raises the chair over his head…BUT TORRIE WILSON LEAPS IN FRONT OF HIM AND STOPS THE CHAIR DEAD IN ITS TRACKS! The intense look on Christian’s face disappears as Torrie pleads for Christian to stop. Christian doesn’t say a word, he simply begins lowering the chair. In the process, Torrie is almost in tears at the actions of Cage, still pleading, but behind Cage there seems to be a bunch of commotion, as Mick Foley is seen rushing behind Cage, but also with him are several security guards and a few actual police officers. The guards force Christian to drop the chair and force him down, while the officers actually pull his arms behind his back and cuff him before dragging Christian away, who seems to have suddenly entered a silent, catatonic, but still very intense state as he’s pulled away. Some security guards have stayed behind and helped assist Lashley, while Wilson is crying in the arms of Mick Foley…
~We return backstage, in the Green Zone, where we see a friendly face prepared for an interview, albeit seemingly very out of place in…
Hey Hammerstein. In case you guys have forgotten, my name is CM Punk.
~The crowd can be heard popping for the first physical appearance of Punk in a few weeks
See, I was told that I could get some airtime, some mike time, and I was kinda hopin’ I’d be in that ring, but I like it back here. It’s kinda cozy. Anyway, I was told I would be able to speak about Muhammad Hassan and his inferiority complex surrounding his ‘5 Minute, $50,000 Challenge’ or whathaveyou, but the thing is that I’ve already spoken my mind about it. And I did it to Hassan’s face. Which is one reason why he hates my guts and forbid me from his challenge. My bad.
~Punk says the last line very sarcastically, shrugging towards the camera
Basically, what I got onto Mr. Hassan about was simply that he refuses to remember what it was like to be like me. See, I’m kind of an old school guy. I do my research and respect the past. I remember back when there was a time that Muhammad Hassan was just another American guy, albeit a really bitter one, just tryin’ to make his way in the world. And now suddenly, he has money and he’s forgotten what it’s like to be a pleasant peasant. He’s turned into exactly the kind of person he hates. And that’s the stuck up, better-than-you kind of guy he always preached against.
~Punk laughs to himself
I think that’s funny, but I can see how Hassan is trying to do what rich people do love doing and that’s blotting out reality and pretending as though the past never happened. But the past has happened and it shapes who you are. If nothing else, I’m a walking, talking, breathing example of that. That’s why I would like to welcome my guest at this time. He’s an old school kinda guy, too – Lance Storm.
~The camera pans to see Storm, who seems to be applauding Punk for his rant against Hassan, but Storm gets some applause from the Hammerstein as well
What’s up, Lance?
Eh…gotta say I’ve felt better.
Last week, I felt like I took Muhammad Hassan to his limit…but I came up a bit short.
Yeah. He won a bit cheap, didn’t he? Isn’t that funny. A rich guy with a cheap win. Who woulda thought?
~Storm shakes his head along with Punk’s somewhat sarcastic remark
But you know, Lance, I know you push guys to their limit. Heck, you’ve been like a mentor to me since I walked into this place, pushing me to do more. And I appreciate you constantly sticking up for me. Especially last week.
[I]~The crowd starts a soft “CM PUNK! CM PUNK!” chant much like Storm prompted them to last week[/i]
So Lance, I’m gonna take your lessons and actually do more. Except this time, I’m gonna push you. So I’ve got a bit of a suggestion – how about next week, you take Muhammad Hassan back to his limit and take that Challenge again.
~A pop is heard beyond the walls
You read my mind. That’s exactly what I plan on doin’. And I’m pretty sure it’ll turn out a whole lot differently this time around.
Oh will it, now?
~The camera pans across from Storm, on Punk’s left to see none other than the Dynasty Champion himself, Muhammad Hassan. He’s got his title around his waist and his $50,000 briefcase in hand
How’s it going, Storm? Punk?
~Storm just stares Hassan down while Punk is the one to answer
Oh, nothing much. Just doing what we commoners do. Plundering, pillaging. That whole thing.
Well good. I overheard you two making a bit of an arrangement for next week. I’ll have you know that I certainly don’t oppose it. I just wouldn’t advise it. So go ahead. Come on back for round two. I promise nothing will change.
~Hassan has a smug look on his face as he looks into Storm’s eyes for that one
And I didn’t forget about you, Punk. Oh no, how could I ever. I mean, last week, not even the crowd could let me forget about you! But never fear. You won’t be standing idle while I take your ‘mentor’ here and beat him again. Oh no. See, that big mouth of yours has already gotten you forbidden in my challenge. But now it’s gotten you in even more trouble. I asked my good friend Chris Jericho for a small favor to shut your big mouth. And worked out an…arangement. So next week, Punk, you’ll be facing Paul “The Great” Wright.
~All the confident and sarcastic air in Punk leaves his lungs, as a somewhat daunted, but not intimidated, look on his face. Hassan smirks back towards Storm.
So in case both of you have forgotten – my name is Muhammad Hassan. And I’m a changed man. But what happened last week won’t change next week. And what happens next week won’t change a thing.
~Hassan shakes the briefcase in front of both men before he lets out one last high-class smirk before taking himself and his title away from the scene, leaving both Punk and Storm to look each other in the eye as we fade back to ringside…
~Back at ringside…
Bravo!! Hats off to Muhammad Hassan and Chris Jericho! That’s what someone needs t’do, and that’s shut that straight-edge yuppie the hell up!
Goodness, John. You act like Hassan found the cure for cancer.
He has found the cure, dammit! The cure for that cancer that is CM Punk.
I think we’ve gone over this before. What in the hell do you have against this kid? All this kid has done since he stepped foot in AOW is do nothing but impress. I don’t understand. You sit here and haven’t said anything positive about the kid from Day One, despite possibly setting the tone for this young company and being one of its biggest rising stars. But no. For some reason, John “Bradshaw” Layfield has to have some kind of conniption over a passion-filled, tattooed kid with potential. How the hell is that a cancer?
~For the second time these two have come to a head regard CM Punk, Styles looks to have made JBL uncomfortable to the point where all JBL can retort is a paper-thin response
I don’t like his face.
CM Punk just has one of those faces that you just wanna punch. Or in my case, just clothesline straight to Hell.
Ladies and gentlemen, before I possibly pass out from an ignorance-sparked aneurysm, we have to pass along news to you about what happened just a few moments ago when it appears that Christian Cage, who was suspended a number of weeks ago for his actions against Bobby Lashley, used the guise of a Halloween costume to viciously assault Lashley in the parking lot and into the arena before being apprehended by security and police officers.
I tell ya, Christian has really lost it. I’ve rodeo’ed bulls that had more composure than Christian’s shown the last few weeks.
Yeah, Christian was uttering the same phrase we saw him repeating last week, but we’ve received word that Christian Cage has been incarcerated and held in contempt and will at the very least remain inside a jail cell until things can be cleared, Christian of course being taken away because of his refusal to follow his suspension orders, but we have not received any word on the medical condition of the still recovering Bobby Lashley.
While the news pours in, “WE AS AMERICANS” goes over the sound system now, as the team of Nick Nameth and Jack Hagar, American Made, comes down the ramp for only their second match thus far in AOW, but it’s against the same guys they faced and defeated in their first match and appear to be destined rivals with. Both men are in the same attire they debuted in last week in wrestling singlets donned in red, white, and blue. The loudmouth Nameth is taunting the crowd, daring them to be better than them. Hagar, the focused one of the group, seems to condone Nameth’s actions, but doesn’t say anything, eyes locked on the ring. The All-Americans generate a little bit of heat, still being newcomers.
“EXECUTORS OF EXCELLENCE” is heard now, with the Sons of the Dungeon, Harry Smith and TJ Wilson, exit in the blood-red curtain soon afterward, their Bret Hart-esque opening riff still exciting the crowd. They’re also wearing similar attires from last week, although the colors are different, as both men are wearing matching tights this week as opposed to their inverted and miss-matched colors last week. Their tights are pink on black with a white line between, but these two keep to their decree last week and aren’t about the talk, they aren’t about the show – they don’t take their eyes off their opponents from the moment they step out, making a beeline down the ramp and ready for the rematch.
Sons of the Dungeon v. American Made
Starting out for the Sons is Kidd, while Nameth once again leads off for his team. Nameth is again trash talking, telling the Sons ‘Don’t you guys get it? We’re already better than you!’, with Wilson not flinching in the slightest, barley allowing Nameth to finish the sentence before leaping with a picture-perfect dropkick that knocks Nameth right on his ass and clutching his jaw, forcing him to roll away and tag in Hagar very quickly, who also gets a picture-perfect dropkick for his troubles, snapping the focused Hagar out of his trance and back to reality – tonight, these guys mean business, no matter who’s in the ring. On that note, Wilson doesn’t wait for Hagar to get to his feet, running into the corner Hagar has retreated in and doesn’t hold back, nailing Hagar with an explosive corner dropkick!! The larger Hagar is forced to slump to the lower part of the turnbuckle, where the focused Wilson then tags in his partner, who seamlessly steps in, sizes up Hagar, and rushes across the way for a huge facewash. Smith finally drags Hagar out and covers – 1…2…NO!
Hagar starts trying to walk away on his knees as he recovers, tagging back in Nameth, who seems to have recovered from his shock and leaps clean over the top rope as he comes in – and nails Smith in the face with a leaping reverse elbow! Smith gets hit hard, but he doesn’t go down, leaving Nameth try and scramble back with a school boy – 1…2…NO1! Smith throws his legs up, but men getting back to their feet very quickly, Nameth rushing back at Smith, but gets caught very quickly in a snap scoop powerslam that quickly gets him a cover on Nameth – 1…2…3-NO!! Nameth is gingerly getting up, gripping his spine from the impact, but as he drifts towards Smith, he puts him over his shoulders looking for his father’s finishing Powerslam, but like last week, it is interrupted, this time by Nameth grabbing the roof of Smith’s mouth and pulling it open and forcing him to be dropped to his feet. While the ref admonishes Nameth and turns his back towards the AM corner, Smith wanders near it and into the clutches of Hagar, who pulls Smith’s neck on the top rope with a guillotine drop! Smith whiplashes back to the canvas for Nameth to spring for a cover – 1….2…3-NO!!
Nameth clears Smith’s chest before leaping and coming back down with a very athletic elbow to the sternum, sticking the landing on the impact – 1…2…NO! Nameth tries to sustain the momentum on the downed Smith, propping him up before flipping over him with a neck snap. Smith goes hard back down to the canvas as Nameth tries another rabid cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Nameth is getting a tad fed up here, bringing Smith to his feet and tries to casually tag in Hagar…but Smith springs to life, grabbing Nameth’s arm and whipping him into his corner instead, before rushing and crushing him with a corner clothesline. As Nameth groggily stumbles out of the corner, Smith tags back in Wilson, who leaps clean over using the top rope and hits Nameth with another dropkick that sends him stumbling into another empty corner. Smith follows him again, again crushing him with a corner clothesline before whipping him back towards Wilson, who smashes him in the face with a spinning wheel kick. Wilson tries for a cover – 1…2…3-NO!!
Nameth begins trying to crawl to his corner, Wilson leaps on him and clubs Nameth’s neck, which prompts Hagar to enter the ring in aid of his partner, but he’s met by a Smith clothesline, who has yet to leave the ring. Hagar stumbles to the outside, while Nameth takes the distraction to crawl under the ropes and out of the ring with his partner, hoping to maybe regroup a little. But the machines that are the SOD won’t let up, Smith setting himself up near the ropes. Wilson rushes at Smith, using him as leverage…AIDED FLIPPING SENTON OVER THE TOP ROPE…NOBODY HOME!!! The same move the Sons tried in their debuts gets well-scouted by AM, who quickly disperse only to come back together once Wilson falls. But what they don’t count on is looking back to the ring and seeing Harry Smith leaping WITH A PLANCHA!! WOW!! The big man Smith flies high onto both men, leaving many in awe and giving us a convenient place for a break.
As we return from the break, the Sons of the Dungeon are still in control, with Wilson and Nameth still being the legal men. A quick instant replay shot shows us that during the commercial break, Hagar and Nameth attempted a double team on the outside to Smith, but were countered when Wilson performed a running, leaping clothesline from the ring apron to the floor. Back to the action in the ring, where Wilson quickly snap suplexes Nameth before looking for what looks like a Sharpshooter, but Nameth manages to fight and pull Wilson in for a small package – 1…2…3-NO!! Wilson manages to find his way out, as soon as both men get to their feet, Nameth lifts a knee to Wilson’s gut before nailing a snap suplex of his own. He floats over – 1…2…NO!! Not quite finished yet! Nameth takes Wilson up now and throws him on his shoulders, but Wilson still has a good bit of fight left in him, throwing several elbows to Nameth’s face before finally being put down. Wilson then follows up with a rabid flurry of kicks, starting at Nameth’s thigh and getting higher until he swings for the fences at his head…but Nameth ducks, swinging Wilson all the way around, where Nameth takes advantage and nails a German suplex! Nameth rushes over for a cover – 1…2..3-NO!! The Sons keep going!
Nameth is getting very agitated, much like he did a few weeks ago, that he can’t put a way Wilson. He takes Wilson to his corner and gives him a good CHOP(Wooooooo!) before tagging in Hagar and snapmaring Wilson over, following it with a stiff kick to his chest to flatten him out. As he does that, Hagar takes a few steps away from his corner and even looks towards Smith and finally speaks, saying ‘this is how the real best do it!’ before rushing at the downed Wilson and launching himself on top of him with a Hagar Bomb. Hagar with a cover now – 1…2…3-NO!! He can’t end this either! Getting a tad frustrated now, Hagar stomps on Wilson before catching him in a chinlock, trying to weaken him. The crowd and Smith start the claps, trying to get Wilson back into things, rising to his feet and wrenching off the hold and drilling Hagar in the gut and rebounding off the ropes, but as he slings back, he’s caught in an overhead belly-to-belly! Hagar tries again with a cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Wilson seems to be made of iron here, or perhaps determined to even the score between the teams.
Hagar then decides to crush some ribs, catching Wilson in a bearhug that again gets Smith and the crowd to try and prompt Wilson to break out before he finally does, immediately going for his corner, but Hagar catches him and takes him down the a hard, amateur rear waistlock takedown. Hagar keeps the waist lock and brings Wilson up, looking to perhaps transition it into some kind of powerbomb, but Wilson still has some fight and kicks Hagar in the face while still in a hunched over position. Wilson again tries to find his corner, but once again before he can, Hagar shoots in and prevents it, this time grabbing both legs and hoisting him over his shoulders and driving him spine-first into the AM corner, where Nameth is waiting with the tag. As Nameth climbs in, he and Hagar set Wilson up for a double vertical suplex, but Wilson squirms and wiggles enough while in mid-move that the team is forced to drop him on the nearby apron. To escape their grasp, Wilson bashes the men’s heads against one another, giving him time and space to leap and perform a springboard double clothesline!!! Wow!!! The crowd is all over that one, as Wilson uses the momentum of the move to leap into his corner and get the hot tag in to Smith.
Smith explodes into the ring, a big boot immediately finding Hagar in the face, followed up very quickly by an axe handle to the face of Nameth! This sends him down hard, but he pops up for Smith to deliver a trifecta of clotheslines before hoisting Nameth up and dropping him with a military press drop that his father would’ve been proud of. Smith has the crowd pumped up now, awaiting Nameth to get to his feet for what could be a final maneuver, but as that happens, a perimeter circling Hagar distracts Smith by grabbing at his foot, but before Smith can even turn around, the machine that is the Sons get the cogs working as one, with Wilson gliding along the apron to give Hagar a boot to the face to back him away, only to springboard off the second rope with a crossbody to the floor to keep Hagar down! Inside the ring, Nameth uses the brief distraction to lunge towards the back-turned Smith with what looks like a leaping reverse STO, but Smith holds onto the top rope and sends Nameth crashing down with no hold. Nameth rolls to his feet, with Smith running at him and attempts to surprise him with a superkick, but Smith has that scouted from their last encounter as well, ducking underneath it and forcing Nameth onto a shoulder, the crowd popping for what could be coming. Smith walks around before getting some steam and nailing the running powerslam, the move perfected by his father!! Smith covers Nameth – 1…2…3…!!
Winners: Sons of the Dungeon at (9:31)
The score is evened!! Wilson leaps into the ring to celebrate with his partner, although Smith has to hold up Wilson for a second from all the damage he’s taken. The two get a round of applause of appreciation from the fans, with American Made left to lick their wounds back up the ramp, but after the joy settles a bit, the Sons stare back up the ramp, with American Made screaming back at them, almost signifying that this isn’t quite over.
The Sons of the Dungeon even the score! The first win of their young careers!
I’m still stickin’ with my American guys, but the Sons had their number t’night. They hadn’m outmatched at virtually every turn…wow.
Oh, it’s so nice to hear you have an actual objective view of things, Bradshaw.
What the hell does that mean? I’m always objective and unbiased. After all, I am a Commentator –
A Commentator God. Yeah. I know.
Then if you know, why aren’t you doin’ your job the right way?
All I said was the Sons of the Dungeon evened the score against American Made. That’s pretty objective if you ask me.
Mmmhmm. I’m sure you’re not all excited that American Made lost. Terrorist.
I’m going to ignore that statement, but let us take you back two weeks ago where yes, we did have the first ever meeting of the Sons of the Dungeon, American Made, and the Samoan Fight Club, all these tandems having rights to claim that they are the future of AOW. But what also happened two weeks ago was undisputedly the most brutal match in AOW history thus far and that as well could shape the future of the company.
Lemme tell you somethin’, Joey. I am not the biggest fan of Mick Foley, that’s no secret, I am not the biggest fan of th’way he does things, but I’d be lyin’ if I said the first ever Art of the Knockout match wasn’t a whole new level of incredible.
Indeed it was, and we’re not just hyping the bill here. As a matter of fact, we here at AOW would like to introduce to you, and welcome you to use, a new feature on aohdubya.com, our new War Archives feature, which allows you to go back and view any match that has occurred here on Oblivion and the first two matches available for viewing are not only the first ever A.O.K.O. match, but the spectacular Ladder match that crowned our first ever Tag Team Champions, with the Hooliganz facing the World’s Greatest Tag Team.
An’ I can’t forget that match either, Joey, so many already incredible matches here in the greatest wrestling promotion in the world, AOW!
And just to note the brutality of the A.O.K.O. match, we aren’t completely sure when we’ll see Samoa Joe or Finlay again, but what we can do is just show you just how immense the contest was between both of these men just two weeks ago, ending emphatically with that absolutely brutal sort of hangman’s noose sort of finish Finlay had to apply to get Joe to stay down
~While Styles says this, we’ve shown still of many moments in the match, ending with Finlay pulling all his weight on the cage and hoisting Joe into the air, using the broken ring rope as a noose and the cage wall as a gallows, effectively hanging Joe and ending the match
But folks, as brutal as it is, that is indeed in the past and we have to look towards the future, where our main event resides! The World’s Greatest Tag Team defend their titles against Chris Jericho and Rob Van Dam! You surely wouldn’t want to miss it!
Before we can fade to commercial, we can see the screen getting very static-ridden, before finally hitting a point and being completely consumed by static. It remains there for several seconds before it clears up and we’re in a scene we’ve noticed before…but a face that looks quite different than we last saw it in AOW Cruiserweight Champion Bryan Danielson, apparently at his desk area, but his intense stare is looking into his webcam, apparently doing another responsive ‘hacking’, although Gregory Helms hasn’t shown up tonight. Despite that, Danielson looks intense as hell, the shadows of his home giving his face a daunting look…
~Danielson doesn’t budge when saying this
I can handle you trying to do everything in your power to try and take me down. I can understand you having a right to say you’ve gone up against the best and saying you should’ve come out on top. I can take all that. Hell, I can even take you snatching my Cruiserweight Championship from me.
~Danielson is breathing heavily between sentences
But what I can’t take is you bringing other people into this. Rey Mysterio was a true friend to me. And you potentially ended his career, and for what? To prove that you’re better than me somehow? Maiming a guy who everyone in the wrestling world respects, who revolutionized and paved the way for guys like us is no way to try and prove you’re the best. And after what you did, there will be no forgiving you.
~Danielson’s gaze is filled to the brim with intensity here
I give props to Samoa Joe and Finlay for redefining the way we gotta do things around here. They really did break every limit anyone ever set for what we could and couldn’t do. But the thing is, Greg, is now you’ve crossed that line. And despite all the carnage Finlay and Joe went through a few weeks ago…it’s nothing compared to what I have lined up for you at World Ablaze. Forget being ‘Digitized’ by the Dragon. And forget being bitten by the Dragon. At World Ablaze, I will get my Cruiserweight Championship back, I will show you how unforgiven you are…and you will be consumed by the American…Dragon.
~Danielson’s webcam steadies a slow close up on his utterly intense eyes before it goes back to static…
Upon our return, we’re greeted with the not so resounding sound of “I AM THE FUTURE”, which welcomes none other than Ken Doane to the ring, but not too long afterward, we’re met with “MASTERPIECE”, as Chris Masters comes alongside his fellow cocky ally on down to the ring, both in competition attire and taking a good bit of heat for just being plain annoying since both of their debuts.
“THE PROUD WARRIORS (LOW JACK REMIX)” greets us now, as the theme for Low Jack, Jack Evans and Low Ki, blares, but coming out to the stage looking…interesting…is only Evans. Evans appears to be dressed as Superman, cape and all, while Low Ki…is nowhere to be seen. Evans seems to be coaxing someone behind to curtain to come on out before going and pulling them out…and its Low Ki. In a Batman costume. Although comical, Low Ki is having none of it, as he stand looking like ‘you gotta be shitting me’ before ripping off the cape and cowl, along with his upper body gear. He also rips off his costume tights, revealing his actual wrestling tights. Evans doesn’t look too pleased with it, with Ki again getting in his face with a look that would literally say ‘stop the childish shit’ if he didn’t look too pissed to even speak. Evans throws his cape off and his shirt, but he looks at Ki and tells him “I’m keepin’ the tights, chief!” They make their way down the ramp a bit more serious, however, them about to face the men that needlessly assaulted them a week ago.
Low Jack v. Ken Doane & Chris Masters
Low Ki is the man who starts for his team, immediately jumping on both Masters and Doane, who were still negotiating in their corner, jumping both men before delivering a rabid barrage of punches between both men, before changing those clenched fists to a series of absolutely fierce CHOPS(Wooooooo!) going back and forth between both men. Ki has gone absolutely off here it seems, not taking any quarter when it comes to the attack last week. Evans even has to jump across the ring to get his partner to hold back, the referee already threatening to disqualify them. Doane and Masters take this time to drop to the outside, both of them in shock at how Ki’s warrior resolve seemed to dissolve. Evans, after calming down his partner and friend, looks at the men who attacked him last week…and he too seeks to deal some damage! Evans leaps onto the apron, bounces off the middle rope…AND EXECUTES A FLAWLESS ASAI MOONSAULT!! MOONSAULT TO THE COCKY BASTARDS!! At this point, it may look like Doane and Masters have regretted whining their way into a match this week!
While the Hammerstein crowd is white hot, the referee is telling everyone to get back into the ring so they can actually have a match, which Low Ki seeks to oblige by grabbing the downed Doane, and throwing him into the ring. Ki then ascends to the top rope and leaps onto the downed Doane…WARRIOR’S WAY!! WARRIOR’S WAY!!! There’s only two men in the ring, which the referee will appoint the legal men, as Ki quickly covers Doane – 1…2…Masters throws down Evans on recovery, rushing towards the ring…3…!!!
Winners: Low Jack at (3:09)
WOW!! Doane and Masters get it absolutely handed to them!! But Low Jack isn’t out of the woods just yet! Masters slides completely into the ring and starts throwing shots at Low Ki, but Ki is quick to fire back with shots of his own, but he’s nailed with a wild Polish hammer from Masters! Masters then picks Ki up from behind and synches in the Masterlock, whipping Ki around violently before throwing him down with authority. Unbeknownst to Masters, while that move was going on, Jack Evans has scaled the turnbuckle behind him, leaping…CORKSCREW DIVING KICK!!! WOW!!! Evans may not be Superman, but he can fly like him! As Evans begins to get to his feet now, he’s pumped the fuck up, the crowd with him, but as he turns to get his partner to his feet…DOANE-KO!! THE JUMPING CUTTER FROM DOANE!! The crowd deflates again, as we’ve just seen these four guys going all out one one another! Doane is still clutching his ribs from getting stomped on by Ki, but he’s got enough in him to roll out of the ring and drag the body of Masters with him, both men stumbling on up the ramp, with hurt pride or perhaps more.
Wow! That was just as chaotic a scene as we saw last week when these two teams collided!
What the hell is goin’ on here…? Is Mick Foley watchin’ this…? I hope to hell he is, because all this anarchy is all HIS FAULT!!
Don’t get all over Foley, John. If you recall, last week, that very orchestrated attack against Low Jack was lead by The Mercenaries and carried out by Ken Doane and Chris Masters. Low Jack had every right to go after them! Especially when you include a warrior as proud as Low Ki. Attacking from behind like they did and breaking the warrior code would be what would send him over the limit!
You ain’t gotta explain all that to me, Joey, just the only thing I don’t understand is how all this can keep happenin. I mean, I know how it happens is because of those two bozos who can’t get on the same bookshelf much less the same page, but now these fine athletes are sufferin’ for it.
It has been another somewhat chaotic night here in the Hammerstein, but I think we wouldn’t have it any other way, but in just under two weeks, all of this chaos will come to a head, as AOW presents its first ever Pay-Per-View extravaganza, World Ablaze, where as we just saw a few moments ago, Bryan Danielson has vowed to rip into Gregory Helms something fierce.
With Rey Mysterio taken out last week by Gregory Helms, I still have to say that he’s gonna walk out with that Cruiserweight Championship. Danielson is too wrapped up in the personal issue of it now to stay focused in the least. But after what I just saw, I’ll be damned in Helms doesn’t leave without a scar or two.
But this won’t be the only intense cruiserweight contest on the card! We’ve just been informed, that Jamie Noble’s decree in his aohdubya.com exclusive interview, where he talked about being nobody’s stepping stone, will be carried out and his rematch with the sensation known as Aero Star will be at World Ablaze! It’s Star and Noble.
I have always loved Jamie Noble, he’s always had a bunch o’fight in him. An’ that’s why he’s gonna prove that this Aero Star guy is the coward he says he is. Jamie Noble’s nobody’s steppin’ stone! I like that attitude!
But the attitude of one Christian Cage has more than degenerated or escalated, depending on your position, but we’ve been told that regardless of conditions, Christian Cage will take on Bobby Lashley in an I Quit match with the loser being forced to leave this young company.
After that brilliantly orchestrated attack by Christian in the parkin’ lot, Bobby Lashley’s in a lot of trouble. No one here likes him, Christian wants him gone, an’ now Christian’s gonna sit in a jail cell for two weeks, restin’ up, while Lashley’s gotta treat his hurt bones an’ pride!
The ‘Man on the Moon’ as he called himself seems to have his eyes on a ‘bigger picture’, but how about this picture – The Mercenaries will have to take on the winner of tonight’s Tag Team Championship match – will it be RVD and Jericho or the World’s Greatest Tag Team?
It doesn’t matter who they face, because after beatin’ those high-flyin’ tough guys in London and Kendrick, I don’t think there’s anything Paul Burchill and Brent Albright can’t do.
That may be well said, but what about our already colossal main event made even bigger by the events of last week. Not only is Chris Jericho going to defend his AOW Championship against Rob Van Dam, but the special guest referee is a guy who hates both men equally – the Heart Break Kid, Shawn Michaels!
But those ‘personal reasons’ Michaels was talkin’ about earlier, regardless about how much he can’t stand either guy, are gonna be the decidin’ factor I think.
The deciding factor is gonna be whatever match type Rob Van Dam choses it to be, partner! Remember, Mick Foley gave Van Dam the right to choose his match type after revoking the clause that said he could choose all of Jericho’s opponents until the event. What’s RVD gonna chose? We’ll find out, but whatever it is, you can guarantee that World Ablaze will be one hellova show.
As the hype ends, we’re brought to the entrance stage, where “BREAK DOWN THE WALLS” soon blares across the arena to deafening heat, as AOW World Champion Chris Jericho steps through the blood-red curtain without his insurance policy, Paul Wright. Jericho stares around the arena, his nose turned up at everyone and his title thrown across his shoulders. He struts down to the ring and into its center with a small smirk on his face, possibly enjoying is heat…or is he planning something already…?
Whether he’s planning something or not, the next sound we hear wipes the smile off his face, as “SEXY BOY” goes across the arena to a thunderous ovation, as Shawn Michaels comes on through the curtain looking pumped as ever! He’s in non-competition attire, coming on down the ramp and celebrating his return with a few front row fans. But as he gets closer to the ring, he locks gazes with Jericho, who hasn’t moved from his spot center ring.
It’s time for the main event of the evening! On the other side of the break, Jericho will have to team with the man he faces at World Ablaze to take on the World’s Greatest Tag Team for the tag titles! And joining us on commentary will be none other than the legendary Shawn Michaels! Keep it here!
Upon our return, Chris Jericho is still standing center ring, his eyes as pompous as ever and his ‘better than you’ aura radiating with the title still on his shoulder. He hasn’t moved since we went to break and the crowd hasn’t stopped booing him, but the reaction definitely changes when we hear “WALK” hit the speakers and the place comes unglued for Rob Van Dam, the number one contender who’s forced to tag up alongside the guy he’ll be facing in the near future. Van Dam slides into the ring, but Jericho has already darted to the floor, simply staring Van Dam down. RVD continues his pre-match taunts, but he stares right back at Jericho and points at himself, the whole crowd chanting with him – “ROB – VAN – DAM”. His gaze then directly goes behind Jericho, as he locks eyes with Shawn Michaels. The two have no love lost between them, erasing any smile from Van Dam’s face.
Not much longer afterward, “WORLD’S GREATEST” blares now, as the AOW World Tag Team Champions, the World’s Greatest Tag Team come confidently down the ramp, ready and willing to defend their tag titles for the very first time since winning them in a hellacious Ladder match not too long ago.
~AOW World Tag Team Championships~
The World’s Greatest Tag Team(c) v. Rob Van Dam & AOW Heavyweight Champion Chris Jericho
To no one’s surprise, Jericho is the guy on the apron for his team first, more than willing to throw RVD to the dogs to begin with. Van Dam stares daggers at Jericho before turning back towards his opponents, who have decided that Charlie Haas start off. Van Dam approaches center ring with Haas, who extends his hand for a handshake. Van Dam is taken aback for a second, but he understands the respect these men want from their opponents, gladly shaking Haas’ hand to a pop before both men separate and circle each other before locking up and Haas immediately gaining control with a headlock. He pulls off a headlock takeover, but Van Dam traps Haas’ head in in some headscissors to immediately. As both men get to their feet, Haas again gets the headlock takeover and Van Dam gets out of it with the headscissors. As both men quickly get to their feet again, Haas again nails a headlock takeover, but Van Dam rolls all the way through and gets both men to their feet before dropping Haas with a counter backdrop…but he’s still got the headlock locked in! Haas is vigilant in his hold, forcing Van Dam to stay down, but Van Dam gets to his feet and tries another backdrop…but Haas still has it in! Jericho seems to have sort of a smile on his face, glad Haas is wearing down his opponent in two weeks, but Van Dam soon rises again and lifts Haas into the air for…a torture rack? A torture rack! A Van Dam torture rack! The crowd pops for where it comes from, but Haas quickly wiggles his way free before dropping Van Dam with a Russian leg sweep, floating over for the first cover – 1…NO! Van Dam quickly kicks out.
Both men quickly get back to their feet, where Haas grabs a rear waistlock on Van Dam, hoping to take him down, but Van Dam knocks him in the temple several times with elbows, backing him off. Van Dam then has an Irish whip reversed, sending him into the ropes, but on the rebound, Van Dam rolls over the back of Haas cleanly, before cracking him in the face with a crescent wheel kick! Van Dam now with a cover – 1…2…NO!! Haas throws himself back up, but right into another RVD whip, this time into a corner. RVD rushes towards Haas only to get a boot to the face and a subsequent neckbreaker for his troubles. This allows Haas to go over to his corner and tag in Benjamin, who steps in on the second rope, Haas holding down Van Dam, and Benjamin leaps with a second rope leg drop! Benji covers – 1…2…NO!! RVD still has some fight in him!
Benjamin whips RVD into the ropes, but on the rebound, Van Dam again surprises the WGTT by rolling through Benjamin’s legs and taking Benji’s arms with him, forcing Benjamin to flip over and Van Dam to get a nifty roll-up – 1…2…Benjamin counters the roll up into a sunset pin – 1…2…Van Dam pushes his weight over and makes it another cover – 1…2…Benjamin bridges up with the waistlock intact, torqueing both he and Van Dam’s bodies around until he lifts Van Dam with a gutwrench suplex! Benjamin with another cover – 1…2…NO!! Benjamin waits for RVD to get to his feet, oddly, Van Dam holding his guts from the last move. Benjamin then holds out his hand and hopes for Van Dam to shake it, having been in the heat of the moment immediately and hasn’t had a chance until now. Van Dam, moved by the athletic integrity of the team, reaches to shake Benjamin’s hand…before Jericho blind tags himself in! Van Dam and Benjamin look over in surprise, but Jericho just looks back at them with his nose in the air. Van Dam soon leaves after staring down with Jericho, but Benjamin simply changes his intended course, extending his hand to Jericho instead. Jericho smiles and surprisingly shakes Benjamin’s hand…before using it to whip him into the ropes and hitting him square in the jaw with a reverse elbow on the rebound. Benjamin retreats to his corner, where he doesn’t tag in Haas, but he and Haas have a small conversation, it seems.
We see the products of the conversation immediately, as Benjamin sheds his ‘honorable’ shell and goes right at Jericho with hard fists, showing what the team will do to anyone who doesn’t show respect. Jericho is severely caught off guard by this, being backed into some ropes before being thrown across the ring by Benjamin again, who catches Jericho in a exploder suplex position…but Jericho battles out, seemingly gasping for air, before tagging in RVD again. Jericho crawls back under the ropes and onto the apron and tells Van Dam to get back in there. Van Dam just gives him a ‘you gotta be shittin’ me’ look, but steps back in to face Benjamin again. Shawn Michaels has fallen completely silent on commentary, seemingly keeping more of an eye on Jericho than anybody.
Van Dam gets back in and quickly locks up with Benjamin to quickly push him off into the ropes, dodging him on the rebound and nailing a beautiful dropkick that flatlines Benjamin quickly. Benjamin rolls into a corner to recover, but Van Dam follows him nailing a pair of shoulder thrusts to the gut before performing a backflip and nailing the final one! Van Dam then scoop slams the wandering Benjamin before looking at his position and getting ready, looking for some Rolling Thunder…SAMOAN DROP!!! SAMOAN DROP!! Benjamin catches Van Dam in mid-final roll into a Samoan Drop! Benjamin with a nice cover – 1…2…3-NO!!! Van Dam still wants some fight! Benjamin brings Van Dam to his feet only to drag him to his corner, where Haas awaits the tag, both men getting shots in at Van Dam before Haas takes him away and gives him a solid suplex. This is followed by Haas dragging RVD up and attempting yet another suplex, but Van Dam drifts behind Haas on this one, but Haas turns around quickly to meet a high Van Dam kick…but he ducks…only to get caught by a Van Dam legsweep. Van Dam doesn’t fall on the cover, however, using some of that momentum to go right into a standing moonsault!! The unorthodoxed offense of Van Dam is on display in the pin attempt – 1…2…3-NO!! Haas isn’t done! Van Dam takes a moment to gather himself however, as that Samoan Drop is catching up to him. Van Dam ventures into his corner and tags in Jericho with a fierce chop to the shoulder, causing Jericho to brush off his shoulder in disgust before taking his sweet time to enter the ring.
As Haas gets to his feet, he holds his midsection with one hand…and extends the other. Now it’s his turn to see if Jericho is respectable. Jericho, still steaming about being tagged in the match in the first place, slaps Haas’ hand out of the way. Jericho quickly realizes that he’s opened up the gates of hell on himself, but he can’t do anything about it after Haas unleashes several hard blows to Jericho before hoisting him on his shoulder for something, but Jericho quickly slides off. Haas, however, is ever aware, nailing a nice back side kick to Jericho’s guts. Haas gives Jericho a nice CHOP(Woooooo!) that sends Jericho reeling and turning his back towards Haas, who prepares for a German suplex, but Jericho scrambles around before getting out, gathering some short steam and nailing Haas with a hard running reverse elbow! Haas drops hard to the canvas, Jericho rabidly coming – 1…2…3-NO!! Haas wants to keep the title right where it is! We glance over to the apron, where Rob Van Dam doesn’t even notice, as he’s been deadlocked in an intense gaze with Shawn Michaels way over at the announce table. Van Dam snaps back when Haas kicks out, potentially being so close to being a champion in the company.
Jericho waits for Haas to make it to his feet, stalking him before bursting forth with the one-handed bulldog and going for another cover – 1…2…NO!! Haas kicks out again, Jericho getting a tad impatient, yelling at Haas “I’M the World’s Greatest!” He takes the weary Haas and performs a backbreaker, keeping Haas bridged by the back across his knee. The crowd starts clapping away for Haas, trying to get him back into things, giving him the drive to kick Jericho several times to release the pressure hold and causing Jericho to lean on the ropes. Before Haas can charge at him with anything, Jericho cowardly darts out of the ring to avoid any damage, but unbeknownst to him, Shawn Michaels jumps behind him and chunks him back under the ropes into the ring!! Jericho gets to his feet with a great shock on his face before turning back towards the ring to meet the inevitable – a Haas clothesline that sends him over the top rope! Jericho goes right back to the floor, Michaels shrugging a bit before sitting back down. Haas is still ready, however, setting to leap through the ropes…SUICIDE DIVE!! Jericho goes down, but RVD is ready and gaining, awaiting both Haas and Jericho to get to their feet before going airborne…AIR VAN DAM!! AIR VAN DAM!! TO BOTH HAAS AND JERICHO!! RVD showing no concern for hurting his partner, but before Van Dam can celebrate a little, he looks up to see SHELTON BENJAMIN COMING DOWN WITH A LEAPING LARIAT from the top rope!!! All four men are down, right in front of Shawn Michaels, as we head away.
As we return from the break, Jericho is at the mercy of the WGTT, who keep rotating in an out on Jericho and delivering punishment to the disrespectful champion in waves. Benjamin is the legal man at the moment, but he quickly grapples Jericho in a front headlock before shoving him onto the apron, but holding his head over the middle rope before tagging Haas right back in, who steps onto the second rope and nails Jericho with a second-rope knee to the back of the head! Jericho collapses into the ring for Haas to cover – 1…2…3-NO!!! Jericho gets himself loose! Before he can scurry away, Haas grabs him up and nails a perfect northern lights suplex! He doesn’t go for a cover, instead dragging Jericho back and tagging in Shelton Benjamin, who seems to be headed to the top rope. Benjamin leaps with a senton bomb! Wow! This Shel-ton Bomb connects, giving him a cover of Jericho – 1…2…3-NO!! Jericho remains worthy! Benjamin has his hands on his hips after that, as Jericho may not respect them, but his resolve here seems to be building some respect from the World’s Greatest.
Benjamin doesn’t cry over spilled milk and tags back in Haas, Benji delivering a fireman’s carry to keep Jericho down while Haas ventures to the top rope now. Perhaps the WGTT are getting too confident here, Haas taking a moment to get his balance before leaping with an elbow drop…NOBODY HOME!! Jericho successfully rolls out of the way, but just barely, and he’s not got a whole lot left in the tank it seems. As Haas tries to recover, Jericho springs to life and nails the running enzeguiri!! Haas falls to his knees and then the canvas for Jericho to get the cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Haas gets out of the surprise move! Both men are crawling to their corners now, hands and knees at a slow pace to get there…Haas tags in Benjamin…and Jericho tags in Van Dam! The hot tag to the Hammerstein favorite brings Van Dam in guns blazing, nailing a trifecta of clotheslines before taking Benjamin in a snap suplex that causes him to roll away, getting RVD pumped. Van Dam tries Rolling Thunder for a second time…nails it!! He gets it this time, getting all sorts of pumped up before looking up to the top rope. The crowd pops as Van Dam ascends, possibly looking to end things here, climbing the top rope right beside his corner, ready to leap…when he loses his balance! The top rope shakes and Van Dam falls because…Chris Jericho sneezed?!?! Jericho suddenly has a sneezing fit, causing him to lower the rope momentarily and screw things up!
Needless to say, no one is really buying this, but Jericho doesn’t need to keep it up for long, as the damage is done. As Van Dam tries to go at it again, Shelton Benjamin springs to life, leaping cleanly from the floor to the top rope and executing a beautiful top tope belly-to-belly suplex!!! Van Dam goes flying overhead and crashing down! Benjamin takes a second to gather himself before crawling onto Van Dam – 1……2……3…..NO!!! RVD ROLLS THE SHOULDER!! Incredibly, Van Dam won’t go down on that! We seem to not have that much air time left, the commentary team telling us the half-hour mark is approaching. Benjamin and RVD gingerly recover, Van Dam only being able to sit upright. Benjamin rebounds off the ropes behind him, looking to behead Van Dam with something, but he lies flat, forcing Benjamin to rebound again, but RVD lies flat on his stomach to make Benjamin go over again, catching Benjamin on the rebound by surprise with a sitout spinebuster!!
Van Dam struggles to attempt to cover Benjamin, but before he can, sir Charlie rushes across the ring to stop him, but Van Dam stops him in his tracks with a step-over spinning wheel kick! RVD is far away from his corner now, no way for Jericho to screw this up. Haas rolls to the floor, Van Dam goes up top and looks down on Benjamin. We look over to Jericho, who motions something towards the back. RVD stares down both Michaels and Jericho before executing his thumbs – “R – V – D!!”…but the crowd is buzzing…The Mercenaries! The Mercenaries are here! The agreement explained by Hassan earlier must have temporarily swapped the Mercs for Wright! They come down, instantly distracting RVD and causing him to come off the top. The referee spots them and is instantly at odds with them, but we can only see Albright. Where did Burchill go…? He’s by the timekeeper’s table…with a steel chair! RVD is busy being distracted with the referee, his back completely turned. Jericho, meanwhile, is already well on his way up the ramp, leaving the whole scene. Van Dam soon spots this, staring down a smirking Jericho. While that goes on, Burchill prepares to slide into the ring with his chair in hand…but Shawn Michaels stops him, grabbing the chair from him! Burchill gets away from Michaels by quickly darting in the ring, but Michaels follows, chair in hand, aimed for Burchill…AND CRACKS VAN DAM OVER THE SKULL WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!! Michaels looks surprised at what he’s done…but doesn’t exactly look apologetic. He throws the chair down and backs back out of the ring, Burchill following up on the shot by throwing Benjamin on top of Van Dam!! The referee finally turns around, Burchill having long cleared off – 1…2…3….!!!
Winners and STILL AOW World Tag Team Champions: The WGTT at (16:20)
Michaels only stands back, looking at what he’s done, the Mercenaries celebrating on a job well done, it appears. Jericho is already at the top of the ramp, on the entrance stage. Michaels hasn’t taken his eyes off the downed Van Dam, Haas just now entering the ring to get Benjamin to his feet, as well as trying to assist Van Dam.
This is absolute chaos! What in the hell is goin’ on here?! The guy who’s supposed to be the guy who calls this thing down the middle in two weeks just cracked the #1 contender across the freakin’ noggin!
Those ‘personal reasons’ Shawn Michaels explained earlier…they seem to be what may have arose here in the main event…what is all this?
This leaves me with more questions than answers, and bein’ a man o’money, I don’t like it! I HATE IT!
I can understand the Mercenaries not wanting Jericho and Van Dam to win, and having another opponent in the tag division, I can understand that. And I think Muhammad Hassan, in exchange for the services of Paul Wright next week, gave Chris Jericho the right of the Mercenaries this week. But Shawn Michaels…the man who is supposed to be in charge of a title match on our first ever Pay-Per-View –
Oh he took charge, alright. Already lettin’ power get to his head!
Wait a second…RVD’s asking for a mike. .Give Rob a mike, dammit!
~RVD is still very loopy, but he’s given a microphone, with only Shawn Michaels beside him at ringside and Chris Jericho on top of the entrance ramp (having been given his title by the Mercenaries, btw)
I…I might still be loopy from that shot to the head…but I was told…I had a match stipulation to announce!
~The crowd pops, as it was indeed mentioned in the contract negotiations
Now just now…I was introduced to the…the idea of ‘respect’. And Chris Jericho…and Shawn Michaels – I don’t respect either one of you.
~Some are taken aback, but if one has followed the history between the three, this isn’t news
And see, Shawn, you’re supposed to be the guy who’s gonna be callin’ it right…down…the middle…right? Because you don’t respect me or Jericho, right?
~Van Dam looks over to Michaels with an angry glaze over his eyes, almost drunkenly
Well last week…it was last week, right? I said that RVD does nothing but take…risks…
~A pause, while we do remember the mention
So I’m sure that chair shot sure as hell isn’t gonna help…but I’m about to take one…HUGE risk…
~RVD shows he’s a bit weak in the knees still from the hit, leaning on the ring ropes for a bit
Since we have no love lost, dudes…and since no respect means no rules in my eyes…I want a match with no rules. I want a match where Jericho –
~Rob leans on the top rope towards the ramp, pointing at Jericho now
- I want a match where I can tear your ‘worthy’ ass apart piece by piece. And Shawn…since you loooove stickin’ your nose in other people’s business…it’ll even let you interfere if you really, really want to….that bad!
~RVD has turned around now and is pointing Michaels down
So at World Ablaze, I want you, Chris Jericho, and that AOW Championship…in an ECW Rules match!
THE CROWD EXPLODES. The entire Hammerstein is stoked beyond belief for that, as Van Dam finally throws down the microphone and stares down both Michaels and Jericho, the latter looking like he just smelled something rotten, scowling like an angry old man. We then begin fading with a scene we’ve seen before – Van Dam and Michaels with severe unrest between them, with Chris Jericho far off in the distance, angry, but probably planning his next move. But whatever it is, it will have to be EXTREMELY crafty…as we
~Confirmed for Next Week~
CM Punk v. Paul “The Great” Wright
~5-Minute, $50,000 Challenge~
Muhammad Hassan v. Lance Storm
Boston, Massachusetts – TD Banknorth Garden
November 11, 2007
~AOW World Heavyweight Championship~
*SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE: Shawn Michaels
Chris Jericho(c) w/Paul "The Great" Wright v. Rob Van Dam
~AOW Tag Team Championship~
The World’s Greatest Tag Team(c) v. The Mercenaries
~I Quit Match~
*Loser Leaves AOW*
Bobby Lashley v. Christian Cage
~AOW Cruiserweight Championship~
Bryan Danielson(c) v. Gregory Helms
Aero Star v. Jamie Noble
I swear, I've rewritten this show four times and I'm still not completely satisfied with the way everything turned out. But here it is, about a week late. Either way, this show won't be up very long, seeing as how I really wanna get Ablaze up by the end of this year. Probably won't be a preivew for the next show then, either. But yeah, definately not my greatest show, especially not the second half, but I'll leave that for you to decide. I'll try to stop being unmotivated and leave some feedback for some of you. Until then, we'll see.
Oh, and happy birthday to me :