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




11.14.07

The Hammerstein Ballroom – Manhattan, New York City, New York

“Despair From the Greatest Affair”


***

The Hammerstein Ballroom is fit to the brim of its near 3,000 seat capacity, not a single fan opting to miss out on the fallout from World Ablaze. But these fans aren’t happy in the slightest in this cold open. The ring is being pelted with heat, and from some amounts of garbage. The reason being is because standing in the middle of the ring, wearing a suit and jacket is AOW Champion Chris Jericho. Jericho has an insidiously smug look on his face, holding his AOW title over one shoulder, while his other hand holds a microphone. Behind him, to his left is Paul “The Great” Wright, wearing his standard hooded jacket with taped fists, hood up, stoic expression, and looking even more intimidating than usual. Behind Jericho to his right, however, is a man whom fooled us all in Bobby Lashley, Lashley also in a suit, coat, and tie. Lashley also shares in on Jericho’s devilish smirk.

Chris Jericho:
My name is Chris Jericho and I am an undisputedly worthy man.

~The crowd only paused their heat to hear him, continuing to pelt him

Chris Jericho:
Do not fear, television audience. You’re on the right channel. And what you’re looking at is not a mirage. But for the first time in this company’s history, I can fully assure you that this is the first step into Chris Jericho’s Art of War Wrestling.

~More words not fit for TV-14 rain from the Hammerstein

Chris Jericho:
Y’see, finally, this company can reflect its own name. The most integral philosophy of Sun Tzu’s Art of War is simple…all warfare is based on deception. And clearly, everyone in this ring was openly involved in deceiving each and every one of you.
~The crowd continues their ungodly heat towards Jericho

Chris Jericho:
I haven’t made it seem like I’ve had much to hide from any of you, but indeed I did. For you see everything you see in front of you has been laid out and intricately planned since before the moment this company went on the air.

~As if Jericho needed anymore heat, even more keeps pouring

Chris Jericho:
But I can still smell the shock in the air, I can still feel the residue of the sheer magnitude of what happened at World Ablaze overwhelming all of you ingrates, so I’m here to spell everything out for you to make sure all of you take in just how powerful and worthy I am.

~Jericho turns around in his nice suit towards Lashley

Chris Jericho:
But before I go into grave detail to tell all of you just how magnificent a plan I’ve spun, I’d like for my latest enlightee to tell you why he’s here.

~A bit of subsided heat, but heat nonetheless, as Lashley seems to nod towards Jericho and lifts his microphone to his face

Lashley:
My name is Bobby Lashley. And I am a worthy man.

~When we thought Jericho couldn’t get more heat, Lashley gets a REDICULOUS amount of the boos and hisses

Lashley:
Sunday night, I drove a man out of this company. And I am not sorry for anyone who got caught in the crossfire.

~A terribly cold-hearted statement here, as we know he’s talking about Torrie Wilson

Lashley:
But see the reason I did it was simple…it was because of you people. Sunday night was not the first time Chris Jericho warned me about what you people do to guys in my position. He warned me before I even signed on the dotted line and when I was recovering from Christian assaulting me the first time.

~A pop for Christian’s mention

Lashley:
He warned me for weeks about you Hammerstein fans. You ‘mutants’ as you call yourselves. And for some reason, no matter what I did in this ring to prove myself to you, you would just keep going home, complain about me on your pointless little blogs and your Internet forums, then come back to this arena the next week and keep booing me because you’re too bored with your own pathetic lives and admit that I’m better than all of you.

~Lashley’s delivery here is similar to his heart-felt promo a week ago, but angry this time. This is essentially a big ‘fuck you’ that gets even more heat

Lashley:
Jericho led me to realize this, but I didn’t want to admit it. But because of Christian, the realization hit me all too hard. You people never wanted me here. You’d rather cheer for some psycho than a guy who was killing himself for you.

~“WE WANT CHRISTIAN!” *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* “WE WANT CHRISTIAN!”

Lashley:
Are you not listending?! I don’t give a DAMN what you people want anymore!

~Huge whiplash into heat

Chris Jericho:
And this is exactly why Lashley has now devoted his allegiance to me. Because he is now enlightened, and yet all you people are…is in the dark.

~The heat gets turned back on Jericho

Chris Jericho:
But how did we get here? Well, it’s simple really. Paul Heyman may be considered one of the greatest wrestling minds to ever come into this generation, but he is a completely inept visionary. Mick Foley is neither a great wrestling mind nor a visionary. From the get go, I knew this company needed help. It needed guidance. It needed enlightenment.

~Jericho pauses to a small amount of heat

Chris Jericho:
So I took it upon myself to ring in Paul Wright and even recommend that the company sign Bobby Lashley. But someone saw through my plan almost instantly. But he didn’t know what to do once he found out. I’m sure you all know who that was by now.

~The fans do infact realize it if they haven’t already

Chris Jericho:
Christian Cage. I suppose you should be proud of yourself because, after all, you were completely and utterly right. Me and Lashley have been in cahoots for a very long time, long enough to become apparent to you. But Lashley deceived all of you into thinking he was here for your best interests long after I’d convinced him not to give the slightest damn about you.

~More cheap heat

Chris Jericho:
But see, Christian, being right doesn’t make you any less fired. I knew that if you stuck around too long, you’d spoil everything. So I had to get rid of you. It certainly helped that you got yourself suspended and all and you accepted Lashley’s plea here for an I Quit match. You dug your own grave and Lashley here was happy to put you in it. And by that point there was just no point in keeping up the face, was it Lashley?

~Lashley shakes his head

Chris Jericho:
Oh, how the easily manipulated fall so hard. Putting everything in motion later that night was simply elementary. I would form the Worthy Legion. I would remain AOW Champion. I would eliminate all threats. And I would finally build an empire large enough to mold this company into what it needs to be!

~Jericho says this very intensely, but the crowd gives him shit for it

Chris Jericho:
But alas, all of this I could not do alone. Evan a worthy man as brilliant as myself needed a back-up plan, a wild card. A sure-fire lynch pin. An ace in the hole. So ladies and gentlemen, without further ado, let me introduce you to the man who was my ‘ace in the hole’ who helped my plan come to its ultimate fruition…


There is a hush over the arena as Jericho holds out his arm towards the entrance ramp, everyone restlessly expecting. As if our hearts couldn’t get broken anymore, a surprise tune hits the speakers…

“SEXY BOY”

…and Shawn Michaels comes through the curtain, wrestling gear and a T-shirt on, not looking enthused in the slightest. The crowd isn’t quite sure what to think at this, Michaels with his head down and a look that says he just lost his best friend trapped in his eyes. The smile on Jericho’s face has done nothing but grow wider with every step Michaels takes towards the ring before stepping in, microphone in hand


Chris Jericho:
Oh, now don’t be shy, Shawn. Where’s the energetic, cantankerous Showstopper, huh? Because this is the part where Michaels is supposed to say “well sorry to disappoint you all, but no, I’m not the ‘ace in the hole.’” But it ain’t so that it ain’t so…is it…Shawn…?

~The satisfied look on Jericho’s face just keeps getting worse, as Michaels now has to raise his head and look at Jericho in the eye.

Shawn Michaels
:
…it was me.

~…and the crowd loses all the air that they have left in this thing. The look of incredible disappointment in the eyes of Michaels is amplified even more as he takes in the crowd’s gasp of despair for what he’s just admitted to

Chris Jericho:
But why, Shawn? Why would you do something so sinister just so Chris Jericho could retain his AOW Championship?

~Jericho holds an open hand to Bobby Lashley, who reaches in his coat pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper and gives it to Jericho

Chris Jericho:
I give you exhibit A – Shawn Michaels’ AOW contract!

~The crowd doesn’t like where this is going, Michaels’ head back to looking down. Jericho unfolds the paper and reads

Chris Jericho:
In the fine print of your very own contract, Michaels, it reads “if the Shawn Michaels does not obtain rights to the AOW Championship in the calendar year of Two-Thousand and Seven, then Shawn Michaels’ competition clause is hereby revoked.”

~Jericho folds up the contract and hands it back to Lashley, who tucks it back away

Chris Jericho:
So in Layman’s terms for you uneducated lost souls, it means if Shawn Michaels doesn’t win the AOW Championship before 2007 is up…he has to retire from in-ring competition.

~The crowd just doesn’t wanna hear it at this point

Chris Jericho:
I got my hands on a look at this right about the time Mick Foley named him the Special Guest Referee. So go ahead, Shawn. Tell all these adoring people why you counted the three-count for me.

~Michaels is staring a hole in Jericho now, but Y2J is enjoying every second of it before Michaels finally lifts the mike to his lips

Shawn Michaels
:
I did it because you guaranteed me a shot at the AOW Championship before the end of the year. .BUT – no, you ain’t cuttin’ me off!

~Jericho attempted to cut Michaels off in his triumph, but HBK promptly cuts him off in a very angry motion

Shawn Michaels
:
But see I held up my end, Jericho. You didn’t. I was to count to three and make sure you won if you deserved to win. You were supposed to win fair and square. I told you not to bring him, an’ you did anyway. So I had to deal with him.

~Michaels points to Wright

Shawn Michaels
:
But you said nothing about this joker.

~Michaels pokes a finger at Lashley now

Shawn Michaels
:
An’ if you weren’t gonna hold up on that end of the bargain, don’t you dare let me know if you’re not gonna keep up the other part and not gimme my shot or so help me GOD I will kick you so hard, the people in the front row’ll be gettin’ a fortune from the tooth fairy.

~Finally, a real reason to pop

Shawn Michaels
:
An’ I didn’t know anything about all this other stuff. But what I do know is you’re lower than dirt and you do not deserve to hold that AOW Championship.

~Another great reaction

Chris Jericho:
Well that’s just too bad, Shawn. Because there isn’t another worthy soul in this entire company who deserves it.


On cue, “WALK” hits the speakers now, as Rob Van Dam exits the blood-red curtain to an ENORMOUS pop, Van Dam blowing the curtain aside in an absolute rage. Van Dam playing the angry and spurned competitor to the best of his abilities marches down about halfway down the ramp, Jericho now cowering behind both Lashley and Wright, who have moved in position to defend him. Michaels is left in the cold to bear the brunt of the storm. But Van Dam doesn’t go a step further, the anger still very apparent on his face, but he lifts a mike to his face

RVD
:
This is absolute bullshit.
~WOH!! The crowd is taken aback, but pops HUGE for this

RVD
:
So not only was I completely screwed out of my title shot, but it was premeditated? I mean, I guess I should be flattered that you guys put so much thought just in tryin’ to beat me, but honestly dudes, I’m too concerned with tryin’ to figure out who in that ring’s ass I wanna kick the most.

~Another HUGE pop for the man who says he is AOW

RVD
:
And through all crap that you were talkin’, Michaels, you did say one thing I actually agreed with. Jericho, you don’t deserve that Championship. But what you do deserve is the beating of a lifetime from me!!


RVD charges the ring to a wild reaction, but the wall that is Lashley and Wright allow Jericho to slip under the bottom rope when Van Dam slides in, only to bump chests with Shawn Michaels, who grabs RVD and tries to prevent him from having a go at either Jericho or his faction. Michaels and Van Dam are looking each other in the eye, Van Dam on the verge of changing his target, but the look in Michaels’ eyes is incredibly apologetic…but neither man says a word. Before anything gets out of hand, yet another glorious sound is heard over the sound system, as “WRECK” goes on over the Hammerstein to another huge pop as GM Mick Foley rushes out to the entrance stage

Mick Foley:
Enough! This is enough! I’m tired of this! Jericho, this is a wrestling ring, not a damn chess board! Rob, I understand you’re frustrated and mad as hell because I am too, but this will not get any worse on my watch, and Shawn…Shawn you could’ve come to me to ask for a title shot instead of all this. I trusted you. And NOBODY gives away titles shots, bartered or not, but me!

~Another incredibly intense statement here, almost Cactus Jack like, as everyone’s tensions have been taken up several notches tonight

Mick Foley:
That’s enough of this plotting and bargaining and arranging and all this garbage. This is a wrestling ring and we will settle things like wrestlers should. So tonight, Jericho, you and your new buddy Bobby Lashley will be in a tag team match against Shawn Michaels and the man who will get a rightful, unstained rematch for the AOW Championship next week – ROB VAN DAM!!

~WOW!! Big pop from the crowd, but their cheers are only equaled by the scowl on Jericho’s face, staring to practically scream up the entrance ramp with his microphone

Chris Jericho:
NO!! NO!! NO!! NO!! This is absolutely outrageous!

~The crowd quiets back down for Jericho STILL having something to say

Chris Jericho:
This is what I am trying to fight! This one-sided hierarchy. I have to give up my AOW Championship. I refuse to accept to this match unless Rob Van Dam agrees to give up something as well.

~Jericho now peers up at Rob from the arena floor

Chris Jericho:
How ‘bout it, Rob? Raise the stakes, huh? I’ll only accept this on the terms that if you lose, this NEVER happens again! Rob Van Dam will NEVER face Chris Jericho ever again for the AOW Championship! You understand? If you lose, you can NEVER COMPETE FOR ANY AOW CHAMPIONSHP EVER AGAIN!

~Raising the stakes indeed, as the crowd, and even Jericho’s new stable members are taken aback by the sheer stakes being injected here

RVD
:
Only if the same goes for you!

~More raised stakes! Jericho stares at Van Dam with a vacant stare…

Chris Jericho:
Done.

Mick Foley:
That’s great. Oh, and just one last note - to make absolutely sure none of this trash ever happens again, there will be another Special Guest Referee in that match…ME!


The crowd goes nuts yet again, Jericho is predictably not a happy camper, but he doesn’t have long to scowl, as he turns back towards the ring and RVD, Van Dam leaps onto Jericho with a plancha!! Michaels is again left in the ring, to fend off the Legion, putting up a decent fight to begin with, but the numbers soon overwhelm him with a double clothesline that beheads HBK. Wright and Lashley then scurry out of the ring and throw RVD off, chunking him away before they both grab Jericho and continue up the ramp, stopping at the entrance stage where Foley is still standing and smiling, Jericho giving him a look of extreme discontent.


**COMMERCIAL BREAK*


As we return from the very big opening, we’re immediately greeted with the sound of “MEXICANO MUY LOCO” going across the arena, as Super Crazy and Psicosis are standing in the ring, Super Crazy trying to help Psicosis into dancing in tune with their theme. Psicosis, unfortunately, is too busy grimacing and gripping his midsection it seems…


Joey Styles:
Well, ladies and gentlemen, we welcome you here to Wednesday Night Oblivion live from the Hammerstein Ballroom where we’re still recovering from not just the events of Sunday night, but from the…well, thickening of the plot, I should say, we were just treated to moments ago.

JBL:
I’m still at an absolute loss for words at how genius Chris Jericho is. Love him or hate him, whether you think what he did was right or wrong, you gotta give the Devil his due.

Joey Styles:
That may be the case partner, but in case you didn’t catch it all, it appears as though Chris Jericho has had this ploy since the very dawn of AOW to potentially shape this company in the mold that he wants that involved Bobby Lashley eliminating Christian, and Sunday night, striking a deal with Shawn Michaels to retain his AOW Championship.

JBL:
Yeah, but then that bozo of a General Manager had t’have an ego trip ‘cause Jericho outsmarted him at every turn and give RVD another rematch for the AOW Championship that by this point should undisputedly be his.

Joey Styles:
And even that got out of hand when Chris Jericho and Rob Van Dam agreed to raise the stakes to immense levels! So they’ll meet in a huge tag team match tonight, but next week, there will be an AOW Championship match between Chris Jericho and Rob Van Dam with the loser losing all rights, not just AOW title rights, ALL rights to fight for any championship in the company!

JBL:
But how fair will this be? Mick Foley’s gonna be the Special Guest Ref fer that one an’ it’s still gonna be biased!

Joey Styles:
Indeed so, John, but right now we’re gonna have six man tag action involving the Mexicools who did not compete in the Tag Team Turmoil match Sunday night at World Ablaze due to Psicosis being unable to, but he looks like he’s gonna try his best here as we kick off a new chapter in AOW history.



As we are still recovering and taking all of it in, “SIN LIMITES” goes off now, as The Mexicools’ apparent tag team partner, Aero Star, comes down to the ring to a huge ovation, Star also gripping at his parts a little from the damage he took last night. This is most notable when Star doesn’t even leap onto the turnbuckle and swing around to salute, opting instead to slowly climb to the top rope and do it before gingerly stepping into the ring and sharing hugs with his amigos.

“COUNTRY BOY CAN SURVIVE” goes off quickly now, as Jamie Noble, also very tender from the events of last night, trugs on down to the ring, still as hard-nosed as ever. He’s not repeating his mantra of the last few weeks, but he’s instead staring daggers at Star and even points to him before stopping halfway down the ramp for his partners.

…and all the positive air that may have been thrust back into the room leaves, as “JIMBO” goes off, and we see the Samoan Fight Club, Siaki and Manu, make their way through the blood-red curtain, as animalistic as ever. Coming off their not-so-friendly participation in the Turmoil Sunday night, it looks like the Fight Club will be looking to finish whatever they started with the Mexicools.

OPENING CONTEST
The Mexicools & Aero Star
v.
The Samoan Fight Club & Jamie Noble


As the bell rings, Super Crazy, the much fresher of his trio, steps into the ring and says something in Spanish to his partners, who both seem to nod in agreement. In the other corner, Jamie Noble seems more than glad to step out and let Siaki be the man to kick it off for them, much like their first meeting. As both men being to circle the ring, Siaki doesn’t give Crazy any time to think, immediately shooting on Crazy’s legs, taking him down and bashing his spine in with several clubs to the lower back. Siaki then pulls Crazy up by his tights right into his clutches for a hard back body drop, going for a quick cover – 1…2…NO!! Crazy still with life, Siaki quickly going into his corner and tagging in the still abled Jamie Noble, who thrusts himself into the ring and starts clubbing on Crazy’s back, very similar to Siaki. Noble stops the clubbing only to look into the corner and stare right at Aero Star, who we’re assuming is staring back, seeing as how we can’t see his eyes behind the visor of his mask.

These few seconds Noble takes to stare at Star comes back to hurt him very quickly, as Crazy takes this opportunity to drive several defensive forearms into Noble’s face before backpedaling off the ropes behind him, but Noble has some fight left and hits Crazy with a hard forearm that backs him away again. As Noble charges towards Crazy, Crazy sets a boot into Noble’s midsection and quickly springboards off the middle rope over Noble…into a sunset flip! Crazy with a nice cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Noble, no matter how surprised, rolls out of it quickly, but he’s not faster than Crazy, who rushes at him while rolling to when he’s vertical, he nails an impressive enzeguiri that drops Noble like a stone! As Noble crashes to the canvas, Crazy makes his way into his corner and tags in Psicosis, who looks ready to do some damage despite his own damage. Crazy drags Noble in the corner on the tag, where he locks hands with Psicosis before dropping a joint elbow on Noble, Psicosis covering him – 1…2…3-NO!! Noble still with life!

As Psicosis tries to drag Noble to his feet and try to whip him into the ropes, he’s whipped by a Noble reversal, only to smack Noble in the face on the rebound. In retaliation, Noble delivers a hard knee to Psicosis’ withered midsection, immediately doubling him over before doing it again and roaming into his corner and tagging in Manu now, the entire crowd having some of the wind leave them, as the rabid monster of the Fight Club enters. Noble holds Psicosis steady as Manu steps in and headbutts Psicosis right down!

The Umaga-esque Manu then takes Psicosis and brings him to his feet only to hold his head steady with his own arm and begin relentlessly headbutting Psicosis repeatedly. It’s at this point that both Star and Crazy try to intervene, but the referee immediately stops them both back. With the ref’s back turned, Siaki takes that time to take Psicosis and slam his head down with a mat slam before quickly climbing back out. This leaves Psicosis completely at the mercy of Manu, who takes Psicosis in his clutches and scoop slams him before going over to a nearby empty corner and slowly rising to the second rope. When he gets there, the animalistic Manu looks over to Siaki, who cuts his thumb across his throat, which in turn leads to Manu exalting like a wild beast before leaping for the second rope headbutt…but Psicosis moves!! Psicosis rolls away at the last possible second, leaving Manu to crash and burn on the canvas for the first time in AOW! The crowd is riled up now, as a huge hope spot opens up for the luchadors here. Psicosis is trying to make it into his corner, but the damage he’s taking forces him to crawl. Manu, meanwhile, is trying to use the ropes to regain his balance and get back to his feet, Psicosis reaching into his corner…clawing…a step more….YES!! Aero Star comes leaping in on the hot tag!!

Star immediately looks to go over and take advantage of the beast in Manu, but Siaki cuts him off at the pass, coming at him with a clothesline attempt, but Star bridges himself in Matrix-like fashion as a counter, getting the ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’. As Siaki comes back to try and get him again, Star snaps back into form and promptly dropkicks Siaki out of the ring! But just as the crowd pops for that, they deflate again when Jamie Noble, Star’s opponent from Sunday, rushes into the ring and bashes Star across the sternum with a hard elbow, forcing Star to backpedal into the ropes. Manu, who is completely vertical now, sees the man who knocked his caretaker/partner out and rushes at him…only for Star to leap clean over the monster and pushes off of his back. Simultaneously, the Mexicools are by the ropes Manu was going towards and lowers the top rope, sending Manu up and over to the floor like bullfighters! While that happens, Aero Star is now airborne from pushing off of Manu, going right towards Noble, who takes a flawless hurricanrana that spins him outside the ring!! The crowd is all over Star at the moment now, who roams over to the ropes that the Mexicools are still hanging by. All their foes are at the base of the ramp behind them now, as Star steps through the ropes and onto the apron beside his partners. They all nod towards each other before leaping onto the middle rope…TRIPLE ASAI MOONSAULTS!!! TRIPLE ASAI MOONSAULTS!!! WOW!! All six men are down on that absolutely beautiful display of luchadorism as we cut away from the surprising match-up


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


When we return, Aero Star is still the legal man apparently, but during the break, we see that Star was going for his springboard crossbody when Jamie Noble tampered with the middle rope, causing Star to fall on the back of his head, opening the door for the new legal man, Siaki, to unleash a flurry of MMA style blows to the back of Star’s head. Star is feeling the effects of this combination of moves, head face-down into the canvas. As Siaki turns on his savage, he takes Star and pulls off a snap suplex before attempting a cover – 1…2…3-NO!! With all that Star withstood Sunday night, he’s not gonna go down so easily. Siaki then holds Star down, locking him in a nasty sleeper w/scissors hold, clamping down hard on Star’s head and neck area. Star appears to be fading away, but the crowd is trying desperately to get him back into things.

When Star is riled up enough to get out of the grip and get vertical, he grabs one of Siaki’s arms and proceeds to flip with it and attempt to turn it into an arm drag, but Siaki keeps his stance, holds onto his arm, and pulls Star into a nasty STO! Another cover from Siaki – 1…2…3-NO!! Star with more life!!

Siaki is dreading what he has to do to stop Star now, bringing him back to his feet and looking to sock him several times in the gut with his hard MMA-style gloves. He’s got Star doubled over, looking perhaps for a powerbomb of some sort, but as he flips Star up, Star keeps the momentum going and turns it into an arm trap sunset flip powerbomb!! One of the moves Star pulled last night comes back into play as he goes for another surprise pin attempt – 1…2…3-NO!! Siaki manages to get out of it himself, keeping things going for all sides. As both men roll to their feet, Siaki ambushes Star and takes him in a double leg takedown and catapaulting him towards a corner…but Star catches himself on his feet, on the middle rope! As Siaki turns around to inspect his work, Star leaps from the middle turnbuckle and turns it into a nifty swinging headscissors takedown! The crowd is once again all for Star, who leans into his corner and tags back in Psicosis.

As Siaki rushes over to Psicosis, the veteran luchador easily sidesteps and catches the newcomer in a drop toehold that sends him face-first into the canvas, stunting him just enough for Psicosis to quickly tag in Super Crazy, who leaps clean over the top rope with Psicosis still holding Siaki’s legs down, Crazy coming down with a leg drop on the back on Siaki’s head. Psicosis quickly leaves the ring, his partner rolling Siaki over for the cover – 1...2…3-NO!! Siaki keeps the match going, showing a bit of resolve here. As Crazy gets to his feet, he tries to pull Siaki up with him and tag back in Psicosis, but Siaki stops him and pulls him back by his hair, forcing him to bend backwards and nailing a nasty backbreaker. Siaki drops on top of Crazy out of somewhat exhaustion – 1…2…3-NO!! Crazy with a bit of life still in him, but Siaki’s growing tired of this, mounting on top of Crazy and begins pounding on him with hard heavy blows, Crazy having to cover up. The referee orders him to stop, which Siaki only does when he steps over into his corner and tags back in Jamie Noble, who looks quick to jump on Psicosis with the beatdown, but as Noble enters and starts laying boots into Psicosis’ weakened midsection, Aero Star nearly jumps the ropes at the man who defeated him last night. Noble takes the time to look over to the ropes and verbally berate Star, but as he does so, Psicosis rolls Noble up from behind – 1…2…3-NO!! Noble with enough wits about him to get out!

As both men get to their feet quickly yet again, Noble charges at Psicosis only to get a series of arm drags followed by a hard running elbow. This knocks Noble right into Psicosis’ corner, putting him face to face with Aero Star…whom he promptly slaps in the face. Since we can’t see Star’s face too well, Super Crazy’s expression tells the story, wide-eyed and lips forming a gigantic “O”. As Noble turns back towards Psicosis, the Mexico native delivers a dropkick that apparently catches Noble somewhere in the wrist so much that he tags back out to Siaki. Noble never goes back to the apron, as he steps out of the ring around the base of the entrance ramp to tend to his wrist...before looking to walk away from the entire match, evidently tired of it. Before he starts walking, however, Aero Star isn’t going to take that slap lightly, climbing to the top rope…and leaping right on top of Noble at the base of the ramp!! These two still have unresolved tensions since Sunday night!

While those two seem out of it by the base of the entrance ramp, Psicosis keeps his momentum going against Siaki, catching him in the arm drags as well, but when he rebounds off the ropes to attempt a high-momentum crossbody, Siaki catches him draped across his body…and nails a devastating swinging side slam that knocks all the wind out of Psicosis and most definitely re-arranges his already hurt midsection. Siaki takes a look at his downed prey before looking over into the opposing corner and rushes towards it, knocking Super Crazy off with a huge elevated boot! As Siaki turns towards Psicosis, Star and Noble have recovered outside the ring and have started brawling with each other! Noble, the better brawler, is able to knocks Aero Star away. But the agile luchadore never knows when to say no, rushing back at Noble full tilt…BACK BODY DROP ON THE ENTRANCE RAMP!! The ramp crunches and nearly buckles under the veracity of the impact, leaving Star’s spine now in worse condition than it may have been after World Ablaze.

Back in the ring, Siaki approaches a hurt Psicosis and lays him over his shoulder, possibly looking for the Samoan Drop, but Psicosis shows a damn good bit of resolve here, driving some elbows into Siaki’s temple. Siaki is forced to loosen his grip on Psicosis, who floats over and nails a nifty DDT that flops Siaki over. The crowd is hot on their feet now at what could be a surprise win, the injured Psicosis going to the top rope, his back turned to the ring. Unbeknownst to the lucha vet, Manu has trugged into the ring. Psicosis thinks he has Siaki measured up and leaps back with a beautiful finishing Moonsault…BUT HE’S CAUGHT IN MID-AIR BY MANU ONTO HIS SHOULDERS…SAMOAN DROP!!! SAMOAN DROP!! MOONSAULT INTO THE SAMOAN DROP!! Psicosis’ midsection has to be pudding by now, as Manu looks over at Super Crazy to make sure he stays down, while Siaki rolls over the possibly internally bleeding Psicosis with the cover – 1…2…3…!!!

Winners: The Samoan Fight Club & Jamie Noble at (11:43)

While Siaki and Manu animalistically celebrate their victory by holding both their hands high and claiming “WE…DE…STROY!” once again for all to hear, we catch a camera angle on Noble looming over the still downed Aero Star, still twisted and mangled at the base of the ramp. We can see Noble develop a bit of a twisted smile, looking down at Star and saying “you ain’t gon’ ever step on me again, boy. This ain’t over.”


~Backstage…


We head backstage now, where we see AOW Dynasty Champion Muhammad Hassan apparently...signing off on some papers…? Overlooking Hassan is a man in a suit, possibly a broker or bank manager, watching Hassan sign a series of papers on a clipboard. Hassan signs away on a few lines before handing it back to the suited man, who shakes Hassan’s hand before walking away. As soon as the mystery man walks away, The Mercenaries, Paul Burchill and Brent Albright, approach Hassan from behind.


Burchill:
So…what was that about?

Hassan:
I requested several transaction forms from my bank to get some funds to pay you guys. That’s what my investor was here for.

Albright:
So you can pay us now?

Hassan:
These things take time. I have enough to pay you guys what I owe you from the last few weeks, but I’ll be needing more. Because you two still have work to do.

~Burchill and Albright remain interested, their tone not changing and understand immediately what he wants

Burchill:
Alright. How bad do you want us to get rid of CM Punk?

Hassan:
Patience, Burchill. Trust me. What I have in store for CM Punk will take time. And you all will get your fill.

~The Mercenaries both smile menacingly before walking away from Hassan, who hasn’t smiled this entire segment (or for a while, at that). Hassan looks down at his Dynasty Championship around his waist and pats it before walking out of the scene…


~Still backstage, in the Green Zone…


The Miz:
Ladies and gentlemen, in case you have all forgotten, I am The Miz, interview extraordinaire for AOW Oblivion! The ONLY interview extraordinaire in this entire company! Accept no substitutes because, reality check, Torrie Wilson could never cut it like me and Super Crazy…is just super crazy for thinking he can do my job! And I will not be disrespected again!

~Miz says this as intensely as he can, which still comes off as very cheesy, especially when he’s still got bandages on his face from being beaten up by the Red Sox

The Miz:
Now my guest at this time seems to have earned a degree of himself as well, but that’s still disputable and up in the air. So I introduce my guest at this time, the AOW Cruiserweight Champion…Bryan Danielson.

~The camera pans out to reveal Danielson for nearly the first time since being champion with the physical championship over his shoulder. Danielson is staring at Miz like he’s a special needs case, but nevertheless looks happy to be there

Danielson
:
Thanks, Miz. I guess.

The Miz:
Now Danielson, why do you think someone who looks like you gets respected but a guy like me – a former Real World contestant, with abilities beyond comparison, extremely good looks, and just the best dude you’ve ever met doesn’t get any respect around here?

Danielson:
Well…uh…maybe it’s because I spend all the time you spend talking about yourself actually getting in shape and being a wrestler.

~A pop for this statement behind the walls

The Miz:
What’s that supposed to mean, huh Danielson?

Danielson:
It means I get respected because I just shut up and put up. I get respected because I’ve traveled all over the world trying to perfect my craft. I get respected because Sunday night, I took Gregory Helms to the limit and proved to him why I am the best cruiserweight in the world.

~Danielson pats the gold on his shoulder on that line, prompting another pop

Danielson
:
But most importantly, Miz, it might be because when all those things come together, I’m a guy who can go out there and give it my all. Not to put you down or anything, Miz, but all you do is sit back here and…y’know…pick on a hot blonde and talk smack.

The Miz:
Hey! Reality check, twerp! I should be respected because I am just that incredible. What can you do that’s so great?

Danielson:
I’ve already told you, Miz. I won this baby back from Gregory Helms. You say you want respect, Miz, but respect is earned. And championship gold means respect. So when I look at you and your ego in the eye and tell you I earned my respect, I earned my praise, and I earned my Cruiserweight Championship, you know that the American Dragon is giving you a reality check.

~Danielson gets a big pop from that, Miz being left to drown in those thoughts, obviously depressing him to an extent.


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**



As soon as we return from the break, “MISERE CONTARE – THE BEGINNING” erupts over the sound system to a delighted pop, as CM Punk comes on down the ramp, holding the briefcase full of cash his coach and mentor gave him following the vents of Sunday night.

Joey Styles:
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to what has already been a whirlwind of a Wednesday Night Oblivion, where right now, it seems as though CM Punk will answer the invitation sent to him by AOW Dynasty Champion Muhammad Hassan, and as you can see he has a tight grip on the briefcase full of $50,000 essentially beneficed to him by Lance Storm following World Ablaze.

JBL:
Wrestling 101, Joey – when a guy who beat down a man you looked up to ‘invites’ you to the ring not too long afterwards, you shouldn’t be trustin’ him. You shouldn’t take the invite. CM Punk just failed that class just like he fails at everything else.

Joey Styles:
Well, look on the flip side, John, from CM Punk’s perspective. I’m sure he knows not to trust Hassan, but if this is his chance to get his hands on Hassan, especially following the events of Sunday night, then he’s got a damn good reason to be here, if you ask me.

JBL:
That’s the funny thing, Joey – I didn’t ask you.


We see Punk in the ring not letting go of the briefcase, even lifting it in acknowledgement to the fans, while he goes over to ringside and asks for a microphone.

CM Punk:
Lemme get something straight right off the bat – I’m not here because Muhammad Hassan ‘invited’ me. I’m here because I want Muhammad Hassan to come within two feet of me so I can take this briefcase full of what used to be his own money and beat the hell out of him with it until he can’t see straight.

~A big pop from the crowd, as Punk’s delivery on the latter portion of that statement is said rapidly and with passion

CM Punk
:
No, I’m not gonna pull any punches. And probably just admitting that that’s why I’m here might be enough for good ol’ Muhammad to stay backstage and cower behind his cronies instead of coming out here and taking his beating like the man I and all of you know he isn’t.

~The crowd pops for some good ol ’fashioned trash talking, taunting, and goading Punk’s going for here

CM Punk
:
Oh, and be warned, Hassan – I’m absolutely not above being a rude guest, refuting your invite, and leaving this ring right now to go back there and come find you.


As Punk says these words and gets the crowd even more behind him, “MAD MAN” greets us with all its incoherent, yet annoying Arabian chanting. Punk has a small smile on his face, waiting for Hassan like the rest of us before AOW Dynasty Champion Muhammad Hassan finally comes through the blood-red curtain…but he doesn’t take one step onto the ramp and stays on the entrance stage, microphone in hand, in non-competitive attire, to much more heat than he got when his song hit.

Hassan:
Oh, CM Punk…the common, squeaky, pesky, little street rat that you are.

~A good bit of ‘oooh’ for this one, Hassan not backing down from the trash talk. Punk’s mouth is seen to form the sentence ‘Street rat? That’s a new one.’

Hassan:
See, CM Punk, I call you a street rat because you do remind me so much like a rodent. You make lots of noise, you don’t do anything but cause trouble, you look like you haven’t bathed, and you’re constantly sticking your nose in business that’s not yours and wind up taking things that aren’t yours.

~A shot on down to the ring, where we see Punk lift his briefcase up

CM Punk
:
Oh, you mean this?

Hassan:
You’re damn right that’s what I mean!

~Hassan’s smart business guy composure is completely shattered on that line, saying it very angrily. This shocks the crowd a bit and even invokes a slight troll face from Punk.

Hassan:
Now see Punk, I know you don’t like me. And I don’t like you. But what happened to Lance Storm Sunday night was all…your…fault.

~Punk’s ‘u mad’ expression fades to one of genuine contempt towards Hassan

Hassan:
See if you hadn’t stuck your street rat nose into any of this, he might still be here instead of getting treated for his multiple concussions.

~Another round of heat, as Punk’s face gets more and more angry

Hassan:
So Punk, I invited you down here tonight so you can undo your own doing. See…that money was won by someone else. Yet here you stand with it. Undeservingly.

CM Punk:
That’s funny, Hassan. Because, see, I think that championship you have around your waist should belong to someone else, too. Yet here you stand with it. Undeservingly.

~Crowd pops for that reversal of phrasing

Hassan:
That’s cute. But Punk, once again, your mouth gets you in even more trouble. So much so that you can’t even see the real reason why you’re here. I also call you a street rat, Punk, because you’re so easily manipulated.

~The crowd gives heat, the look on Punk’s face one of listening intensity

Hassan:
I invited you out here because Punk, I want that money back. Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way. I can walk on down to that ring right now and you can hand that money to me and it’ll be all over.

CM Punk:
I can do that or…what’s the fun way?

Hassan:
Oh you don’t wanna know that, Punk.

CM Punk:
Oh, come on. No harm in telling the ‘street rat’ how to have some fun, right?

~Hassan’s eyes grow wide, possibly with excietement

Hassan:
See, Punk, I’ve placed a bounty on your head. Whoever can defeat you and take that briefcase from you not only gets half the cash, but I’m giving them a Dynasty Championship opportunity.

~A large rain of intriguing heat. Hassan is now walking down the ramp to the ring

Hassan:
So it’s your choice. You can just hand it over to me and this will all be over…or you can be forced to go against a different guy every week and drive yourself to near exhaustion. So which way is it gonna be, Punk? The easy way…or the hard way?

~Hassan steps into the ring finally, extending his hand and asking for Punk to just hand him the briefcase to a great deal of heat.

CM Punk:
Let’s see…do I hand over the money given to me by the terrific wrestler you took out at World Ablaze…or do I keep it and make you keep comin’ back to the ‘street rat’ like the rich little sucker you are?

~A big pop, then a chant for “KEEP COMING BACK! KEEP COMING BACK!” Punk even draws it out to a dramatic degree, going as far as to hold out the briefcase and extend it towards Hassan before pulling it back and opening it, looking at all the money inside. Punk stares at it and says “that’s a lot of cash”, with Hassan nodding his head in agreement. Punk then closes the case and again extends it to Hassan…before BASHING IT AGAINST HASSAN’S SKULL!!! The crowd pops big, Hassan going running out of the ring.

CM Punk
:
I say bring on your bounty hunters!!


Hassan stumbles around outside, but we can see him motioning towards the entrance stage for someone to come down the ramp, which comes to pass when “I AM THE FUTURE” hits the stage, as the potentially new and improved Ken Doane comes through the curtain and takes his time getting down the ramp so Hassan can get up and leave.

Joey Styles:
A very interesting turn of events here, CM Punk now a wanted man! And Ken Doane’s gonna be the first ‘bounty hunter’ to try and bring him down for not only the dough, but for a Dynasty Championship shot! What’s Punk gotten himself into?

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

MATCH 2
*Muhammad Hassan Bounty Challenge*
CM Punk
v.
Ken Doane


We come back from the break, things already having picked up a good bit, as we join Doane wrapping Punk in a half Boston crab, his knee driving into the back of Punk’s skull, and the crowd trying their hardest to get Punk out of this sinister predicament. As the crowd roars on, Punk inches closer and closer to the ropes, crawling even, before finally reaching his hand out and clutching the bottom rope, forcing Doane off. Doane steps off, but Punk still hasn’t made it to his feet, giving Doane cause to drop several knees to the back of Punk’s head to a great deal of heat.

As Punk now groggily gets back to his feet, Doane rushes at Punk, only for Punk to sidestep him and cause Kenny to ricochet off the ropes Punk was leaning on, going into Punk’s clutches, who gets him in a quick victory roll – 1…2…NO!! Doane is able to throw his legs up and avert danger, but as soon as he gets to his feet, he’s met by a quick and impactful Punk snap powerslam! The ensuing whiplash causes a nice crowd pop, but Punk is still feeling those blows to the head, using this time to recover a little bit himself. As Doane gets to his feet clutching his spine, Punk gets some space and meets Doane with a trio of clotheslines, upping the tempo a good bit, before whipping Doane into a corner and propelling himself at him and going for the high knee, but Doane moves, forcing Punk to come to a crashing halt. With Punk’s back turned, Doane seemingly clotheslines Punk in the back of the head, but he keeps his grip on the back of Punk’s neck and turns it into a reverse clothesline/Russian leg sweep combination that gets Doane a float over cover on Punk – 1…2…3-NO!! Punk fights on!

Doane lays some boots into Punk out of a little bit of frustration before forcing him to his feet, but Punk gets a burst of life and connects with a swinging roundhouse right to the back of Doane’s head, stupefying the ‘Impact Player’ and sending him crashing to the canvas – 1…2…3…NO!!! Doane still has enough wits about him to kick out! Punk is genuinely surprised at this, but doesn’t let up, immediately following that and going for the Anaconda Vice, but Kenny squirms around enough to grasp a bottom rope before Punk can synch it in completely. As Punk is forced off Doane, the Impact Player sits up to recover himself, but the ever aware Punk just punishes him for this by connecting with a kick to his spine, sending a SMACK sound through the arena and leaving Doane screeching. Punk forces him down for another cover – 1…2…NO!! Doane still with some fight.

Punk brings Doane to his feet, only to wrap him up and drop him back with a backdrop and trying again – 1…2…NO!! Doane keeps this going, Punk getting a bit agitated, but pulls Doane up and throws him on his shoulders looking for the GTS, but Doane rakes Punk’s eyes and gets himself from the high perch to a great rain of heat, shoving Punk into the ropes and causing him to rebound, back first, towards Doane, who picks Punk up in a backdrop position, transitions it into an elevated neckbreaker. A big, dirty break for Doane gets him a cover now – 1…2…NO!! Punk stays alive, but Doane doesn’t let up, raking his boot off of Punk’s face to even more audience scorn. Doane takes the heat in and sniffs it like it’s a tasty pie and smiles before bringing Punk to his feet and nailing a beautiful falling suplex that Doane doesn’t even cover Punk after, instead propping back up and opening his arms towards the crowd, getting another rain of heat. Doane’s enjoying his reactions a little too much.

Punk makes him pay for his vanity by trying to recover, only for Doane to smack him in the spine, but Punk fights back, nailing Doane’s midsection with hard fists and then followed by a flurry of kicks, doubling Doane over. Punk takes this burst of life to natch some double underhooks on Doane and nail the double underhook backbreaker!! Doane’s spine contorts off the Chicago native’s knee – 1…2…3…NO!!! Doane still has life! But he uses that life to run away into a corner, using it to get back to his feet. Punk has him measured up perfectly, successfully nailing the high knee/bulldog combination!! The crowd sees the fire in Punk’s eyes lighting up now, Punk telling the crowd “it’s time to Go To Sleep!!” As Punk lies in wait for his seemingly oblivious opponent, Doane stumbles groggily to his feet and is hoisted onto Punk’s shoulders, but again Kenny squibbles enough to drop off the shoulders and behind Punk, cutting his ankle off with a chop block!

A page out of Ric Flair’s book for Doane, but Punk is none the less down. As Punk tries to get back to his feet from being all fours, he’s still stooped over when Doane really looks to be expanding his movest when he pulls out a FameAsser!! The legdrop bulldog!! Punk’s face goes spinning into the canvas, the crowd briefly popping at the surprise move, Doane going for the cover – 1…2…3…NO!! Punk has strength to go on!! Doane has an open mouth in surprise and frustration, but it doesn’t stop him from going to the next phase of attack, which appears to be the top rope. As Ken reaches the top, he opens his arms to more heat, looking for the Sky High legdrop…NOBODY HOME!! Doane’s ass and thigh hit the canvas hard as Punk rolls out of the way! The crowd is all pumped up now, as Doane struggles to get back to his feet only to be hoisted back on top of Punk’s shoulders…GTS!! GTS connecting!! Punk falls on top of the surprisingly fight-filled Impact Player, all out of juice here – 1…2…3…!!!

Winner: CM Punk at (8:11)


Joey Styles:
And CM Punk holds onto the briefcase given to him by Lance Storm, Ken Doane does not get any of that money, nor does he get a Dynasty Championship opportunity.

JBL:
Yeah, but I saw somethin’ new in that ring tonight an’ that was the look Ken Doane had in his eyes the whole match. After takin’ out the trash that was Chris Masters, Doane looks fully intent on provin’ himself on being what he calls an “Impact Player” an’ he sure did look like one there.

Joey Styles:
Absolutely John, taking nothing away from the valiant and surprising effort from Ken Doane and his new attitude, but CM Punk prevails and stands tall to fight another day for not just that briefcase and what it means to him, but perhaps getting one step closer to getting at Hassan and his Dynasty Championship.

JBL:
I seriously hope somebody stops this kid and gets this money off of him.

Joey Styles:
You and your detest of Punk. Anyways, coming up later, ladies in gents in our main event, a huge tag team match that will see AOW Champion Chris Jericho and his newest, uh, ‘enlightee’ is the word he used take on the man he fooled into a deal Sunday in Shawn Michaels as well as the man he faces next week for that AOW Championship in Rob Van Dam, but…wait…are you hearing this, John?

JBL:
Yeah, someone’s sayin’ somethin’…

Joey Styles:
Uh…we’re getting word to go right backstage where something looks to be going on…


~Backstage...

We’re in the middle of a brawl!! In a locker room area, we’ve cut to the middle of a battlefield evidently, where the assaulters appear to be the Samoan Fight Club, but who they’re attacking seems to be somewhat concealed by the shaky camera angle and their bodies blocking their prey, but we finally get a good look at it and their tights, we can see that is the Sons of the Dungeon!! The SFC isn’t done with their assault from Sunday night!! Siaki is bouncing Wilson’s head off of a locker and throwing him on top of a stationary bench, while Manu takes Smith across his body and sandwiches him between Manu’s immense body and the locker frame!! He’s dropped unemphatically at the feet of the monster who roars before backing away slowly from the prone body of Smith, now sitting against the lockers. Wilson’s body is now doing the same, Siaki backing away slowly as well. They both have fierce looks still in their eyes, before looking at each other and roaring before charging at both men…but Wilson at the last minute moves both he and Smith out of the way!!

The SFC’s bodies go crashing against the unprotected frame of the lockers, giving the Sons time to lay their own blows into the team that needlessly assaulted them Sunday and tonight, now beginning to lay heavy blows into them. The stronger Smith is able to whip Manu into the locker frame, while Wilson is laying fierce kick after fierce kick to Siaki’s midsection. Wilson rears back and aims for Siaki’s head with one, but Siaki is able to duck, but Wilson kicks the mirror that was behind Siaki’s head, shattering it with his kick!! Behind them, Smith looks to cause more damage to Manu, but the beast turns him around and again crunches him against the steel locker frame!! Siaki takes the moment of Wilson’s missed kick to take the smaller Son and execute a corkscrew neckbreaker, right on the hard floor!! This hurts both Wilson and Siaki, but Siaki is brought to his feet by Manu, both men breathing heavily, but smiling at the carnage they’ve caused here for reasons we’re still not completely aware of. The image fades out as both Club members leave, leaving shots of Wilson and Smith in no condition to even stand when several officials finally make their way to the scene…



Quote:
**Video Package**

We’re brought to the scene of a gorgeous beach, waves crashing in and out along the shore. It seems to be early morning, the sun just beginning to peek over the clouds. Playing over this scene is a very tropical, Hispanic beat, but it’s not too upbeat. We go to another scene along the beach getting a great shot of the skyline of what looks like a city on the coast. We see a building that’s flying what looks to be the Puerto Rican flag before we return to the beach scene where we see there is a figure in a lounge chair on the sands, simply sitting back underneath an umbrella. We get closer to the individual, but we cannot see his face, only his hand which is holding a cigar. The man is, oddly, wearing a very nice jacket while lounging on the beach. He reaches in said jacket and pulls out an American half-dollar coin, flipping it in the air…

As he does so, the tropical backdrop seems to fade into a solid black background, the tropical music getting even slower as the coin is seen falling in slow motion, slowly descending towards a now abyss backdrop. As the coin spins beautifully, we get an underneath shot of it before the coin hits a clear floor, possibly plastic or just glass. The coin flips over itself on the inertia of finally hitting the ground. But as soon as it stops it’s teetering, we don’t even get to see which side it landed on. The screen goes dark, the tropical music completely stops, leaving the only sound we hear being the crashing waves on the shore with only three words appearing on the screen –

“QUIEN SOY YO…?”

**End Package**

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


~Backstage, Mick Foley’s office. Foley looks somewhat flustered, digging in his beard, his office an absolute mess, but there’s a knock on his door…

Mick Foley:
Come in.

~In steps the team of Low Jack, being Jack Evans and Low Ki.

Mick Foley:
Please, excuse the mess, guys. It’s been a pretty bad week so far.

Evans:
No sweat, Foley man. But uh…what’s this you said ‘bout wantin’ to see us?

Mick Foley:
Well, uh, I don’t know if you guys heard what happened a few minutes ago, but the guys you were supposed to face in just a few moments, the Sons of the Dungeon, have been deemed unable to compete tonight.

Evans:
So…does that mean we don’t have match tonight, boss?

Mick Foley:
On the contrary, Jack. See, I’ve found a team that is more than willing to step into the Sons’ place tonight. You faced them Sunday night as well. And you’ll be facing them instead in just a few moments. Go finish getting ready, guys.

~Foley looks to shake hands with Evans, but the hip-hop dancer instead tries to give Foley a rock to hit, leading to one of those ‘do I hit the rock or shake his hand’ awkward moments. As both men fidget and awkwardly trade hand gestures, Ki grabs Evans and walks out without saying a word, a serious look still on his face.


~Still backstage, the Green Zone interview set…



The Miz:
The Miz back here in the Green Zone, but this time I’m with a pair of dudes who deserve not only your respect, but the respect of the entire nation. Ladies and gentlemen…American Made!

~Both members of AM steps into the frame, being Nick Nameth and Jack Hagar, with Nameth grinning from ear to ear in a near goofy fashion, while Swagger, the more focused one, doesn’t have much of a smirk, but it’s still visible.

The Miz:
Now tell the world, guys, who does it feel to be the new #1 Contenders for the AOW Tag Team Championships?

Nameth:
It’s funny, Miz, we were here with you last week and we told you that we’d use our Manifest Destiny to take exactly what belonged to us. And we did just that didn’t we?

Hagar:
That’s exactly what we did. But even though we proved our dominance to the tag team division, the World’s Greatest Tag Team says that they won’t defend those titles against us because we’re ‘disrespectful’.

Nameth:
But see things like that don’t even matter! We won Tag Team Turmoil, and we’re well on our way to fulfilling what’s rightfully ours and becoming AOW Tag Team Champio –

~Nameth is interrupted by a hand being slapped on his shoulder. The camera pans back to see for the third time tonight, both Siaki and Manu

Siaki: (Audible, but under his breath)
We’ve done our part. Now you better hold up yours.
~Nameth, paralyzed, just watches Siaki walk away just as rapidly as he appeared, but Manu lingers for a second and stares at Nameth and growls before leaving the frame. Nameth looks back towards Miz as though nothing happened

Nameth:
As I was saying, we’re well on our way to showing why America is the best and that we will be AOW Tag Team Champions.

~Nameth flashes Miz a pageant winning smile, with Hagar nodding in full agreement, while Miz continue brown nosing…

The Miz:
And that is an All-American reality check!



~Back at ringside…


Upon our return to the AOW stage, “THE PROUD WARRIORS” greets us to a nice ovation for the team of Low Jack making their way to the stage and down to the ring. Evans and Low Ki still seem to be on the same page, even after their sort of misconnection last night. Evans does a hip-hop dance all the way down the ramp, while Ki just walks alongside, completely serious and stoic as usual. When both men get to the base of the ramp, Ki finally taps Evans on the shoulder and waves a finger at him, telling him it’s time to get serious before both men climb into the ring.


Joey Styles:
Welcome back to action here on AOW Oblivion where we’re about to witness a match that was, well, unadvertised tonight because the team that Low Jack was supposed to face tonight were assaulted backstage by the same team that attacked them Sunday night at World Ablaze.

~A shot is shown of the carnage we saw earlier, the Samoan Fight Club beating the snot out of the Sons of the Dungeon

Joey Styles:
As you can see in those disturbing images, the Sons of the Dungeon were attacked earlier tonight by the Samoan Fight Club for yet another night.

JBL:
Yeah, and the Sons were supposed to face Low Jack t’night in a rematch from World Ablaze, but Mick Foley in all his immaculate wisdom decided to keep these guys on the show t’night.

Joey Styles:
That’s not that bad of a business decision if you ask me, John.

JBL:
Once again, I didn’t ask you, Poindexter.

Joey Styles:
Well regardless, I believe Mick is making the most of a situation going from bad to worse.

JBL:
Making the most? He made it go from bad to worse, Joey! I know you’re a bit thick, but you’re not that stupid.

Joey Styles:
I last longer at this announce table and keep my sanity more when I ignore you, John, so I’ll keep doing that and sit here and wonder with the folks at home and the fans here in the Hammerstein as to who this other team could possibly be.


“LONDON CALLING” goes over to a well-received ovation, the crowd going a bit more nuts on the surprise opponents, as The Hooliganz make their way to the stage and point down the ramp to the team that eliminated them Sunday. Evans is seen smiling to himself in the ring, while Ki seemingly nods to himself in acceptance. Noticeably, London and Kendrick both have on theatrical masks for the first time in AOW. They then both look at each other before rushing down to the ring in their signature fashion and backflipping off the turnbuckles, taking off the masks, and getting another good look at the only team they faced Sunday night. We do still indeed get a rematch.

MATCH 3
The Hooliganz
v.
Low Jack


Both teams head to their respective corners before we get confirmation on Jack Evans and Paul London starting, just as they did when these two matched up Sunday. London and Evans step forward and bump fists in respect before backing away and circling each other, a collar-and-elbow tie following suit. London quickly throws Evans over his head with a quick fireman’s carry, holding onto his arm as he goes down. Evans quickly gets to his feet, however, and wrenches London’s arm back and turns it into a hammerlock, which London gripes but escapes quickly into his own hammerlock. London then pulls the arm out, still wrenching and goes to his corner to tag in Kendrick, who leaps in and bashes Evans in the head with an aerial forearm.

Kendrick pulls Evans away from the ropes to quickly cover him – 1…2…NO! Evans doesn’t go down from that early shot, getting to his feet quickly and forcing Kendrick to toss him into the ropes. On that rebound, however, Evans meets Kendrick with a hard shoulder block that forces Kendrick down, followed by Evans rebounding off the ropes and Kendrick lying flat, letting him go over him. As Evans rebounds again, he catches the now vertical Kendrick with a hard momentous dropkick that plants Kendrick for Evans to get his team’s first pin attempt – 1…2…NO!! Kendrick stays strong, getting to his feet quickly, only to be met by an Evans arm drag. As he gets to his feet, Evans charges now, resulting in him getting an arm drag from Kendrick. Both men stand their ground for this momentary stalemate, the crowd applauding it a bit.

Both men re-engage with a lock-up, but Kendrick quickly darts underneath and gets a headlock in, but Evans is able to trip him up from behind and pull him by his foot into his corner, tagging in Low Ki. Evans keeps hold onto Kendrick’s heel as Ki leaps in clean over the top rope and drops an elbow on the back of Kendrick’s head. Ki quickly shoots the half and rolls over Kendrick now – 1…2….3-NO!! Kendrick has fight left after that nice move, Ki in control. Ki brings Kendrick to his feet quickly before snapmaring him and following it up with a stiff kick to the spine, followed immediately by a kick to the chest! Kendrick geos down hard, Ki with another cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Kendrick still staying strong even after the hard hits, Ki bringing Kendrick to his feet and tossing him into the ropes, but on the rebound, Kendrick clotheslines Ki into a flat bump, Kendrick then rebounding off the ropes nearest his corner, London tagging him on the back as he goes by. As Kendrick flies back towards Ki, Ki lies flat and Kendrick goes over him, rebounding once more, but unbeknownst to Ki, London is set up on the apron behind him…springboard bulldog/low dropkick combination!! The tag team prowess of the Hooliganz is again evident on that move, London quickly going for the cover – 1…2…3-NO!! The still fresh Low Ki is able to kick out!

London quickly drops a leg on Ki before springing back to his feet, bringing Ki with him. Two guys who had a nice exchange Sunday night are back at it again, with Ki reversing London’s Irish whip attempt, only for London to kick him in the face on the rebound as Ki lowered his head. As Ki is forced to stand straight up, London rebounds off the ropes again, but Ki springs to life and throws London into the air with a free fall drop…London coming down right into a Low Ki stiff kick to the jaw!! The deadly legs of Low Ki look to turn the tide here, as Ki falls from being off balance a bit, as well as still feeling that double team move. Ki goes over to London and covers him – 1…2…3-NO!! As nasty as that last move looked, London isn’t going to go down here. Ki takes another moment to gather himself before trying to pull London to his feet, but London surprises Ki with a jackknife cover – 1…2…NO!! Ki throws himself out of the hold, only for London to come back at him with a twisting sunset flip – 1…2…NO!! Ki gets out of that as well, London rushing at him again for something, but Ki looks to catch him with a swift roundhouse…but London has learned since last night, ducking underneath the roundhouse and pulling Ki in for a school boy – 1…2…3-NO!! Ki kicks out of that one just in time, both men still with a great deal of fire, rushing at each other in the upped pace…and crash crossbodies, forcing both men to hold their guts in agony and go down hard.

Both men writhe for a few seconds, both their partners holding their hands out for the tags, where Ki gets to his corner first, tagging in Evans. The firecracker Evans leaps into the ring and surprises everyone with a tope atomico senton! He goes right across London’s back and stops him from getting to his corner, London rolling over in anguish. When London is flat on his back, Evans moves over and does a beautiful standing moonsault splash – 1…2…3-NO!! London still has some guts to go here, Evans bringing him to his feet and giving him several forearms to the face before whipping him into the ropes. On the rebound, Evans leans over, prompting London to leap over him for a sunset flip – 1…2…3-NO!! Both men rapidly get to their feet again, Evans’ turn to catch London in the jackknife – 1…2…3-NO!! Another near fall, both men again rushing to their feet – LEGSWEEP DDT!! London surprises all in attendance with that move, almost literally pulling it out of thin air. As London gets to his feet following that move, he notices he’s close to Low Ki, so he dropsaults Ki off the apron…landing on Evans with a moonsault press!! Beautiful transition here, another pinfall attempt – 1…2…3…NO!!! How did Evans kick out of that? London is mystified at this, but he doesn’t cry over it, dragging Evans over into his corner and tagging in Kendrick, who promptly catches Evans in the Sliced Bread position, London setting up a powerbomb underneath…TOWER OF LONDON!! The tag team finisher is perfect, Kendrick with the cover – 1…2…Ki enters the ring…3…!!!

TOO LATE!!

Winners: The Hooliganz at (6:02)

Not in time!! Ki is only able to helplessly watch his partner be pinned, as London and Kendrick’s hands are raised, righting the ship from Sunday night. Ki, noticing the irony in his actions, can only place his hands on his hips in disappointment, but nods and gives a small salute to the victors. Ki then rolls out of the ring with Evans, holding him and trying to careen him to the back


Joey Styles:
A very high-paced, high-octane match there from those two great tag teams, really showing off just how incredible both these teams are.

JBL:
That match was about pure redemption for The Hooliganz, an’ I think it’s safe t’say they got it back after bein’ eliminated by these guys Sunday night in the Turmoil.

Joey Styles:
I think so too, John, the ending of the match looking nearly identical to the elimination Sunday night, but this time, it was Low Ki who wasn’t in time to save his partner, versus at World Ablaze when Paul London was just slightly unable to save his partner.

JBL:
Not bad for a match that wasn’t even supposed to happen.

Joey Styles:
Y’know what else probably wasn’t supposed to happen? The elevated tensions when we opened tonight resulting in this AOW Championship match getting made for next week – Rob Van Dam will take on Chris Jericho one final time for the AOW Championship, but this time, Mick Foley is the guest ref.

JBL:
But even more importantly, Joey, whoever loses this match doesn’t get any kind of rematch or anything at all because the loser forfeits all rights to compete for any AOW Championship!

Joey Styles:
That’s right, partner, but that’s the huge main event for next week, but coming up on the other side of the break, our huge tag team main event for this week – HBK and RVD, two men who were at odds at World Ablaze and have been for months, have to tag up and face Chris Jericho and his new “Worthy Legion” member, Bobby Lashley.


***

Quote:
We reach a black screen, before lighting up with what seems like a very innocent Christmas-like image of a home covered in snow, Carol of the Bells chiming in the background before our first female narrator chimes in over it…

Narrator:
‘Twas the night after Christmas, and all through the home…

We actually get a look inside the house, which reveals a Christmas tree…ribbons replaced by barbed wire

Narrator:
Not a creature was spared a chair shot to the dome

The screen fades to shots of several chair shots to the skull thus far in AOW

Narrator:
Some things were hung by the chimney with care…

In perhaps a PR nightmare, a flash goes by of Finlay hanging Joe with the ring rope noose in their AOKO clash

Narrator:
In hopes better bosses might soon be there…

A brief shot now of Paul Heyman and Mick Foley nose to nose in silence

Narrator:
The Hammerstein faithful, mass and brutal as a mob

Shots of the cantankerous Ballroom crowd

Narrator:
Would carol along with each other, singing {/Joey Styles} “OH MY GAAD!!”

Styles’ voice goes over for a second, with a shot of Shawn Michaels going through the announce table

Narrator:
While some have been nice, others Scrooges, some seething

Respective shots go by of Bryan Danielson, Muhammad Hassan, and Chris Jericho

Narrator:
AOW would like to wish you all happy SEASON’S BEATINGS…

On that, the Carol of the Bells becomes the Trans-Siberian Orchestra variation, complete with electric guitars

~AOW: WEDNESDAY NIGHT OBLIVION PRESENTS~

!!A TWO-HOUR LIVE SPECIAL!!
SUPERSHOW II: A VERY MERRY WAR
December 26th, 2007
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

Upon our immediate return, we’re met with the sound of “WALK” roaring across the Hammerstein for the second time tonight, as RVD makes his way out just as determined as he did in the opening minutes of the show, barely even pandering to the fans. As he rolls in the ring and jumps up with his hands in the air, he does so with his head down and intensely focused, RVD knowing what’s at stake both tonight and the future.

“SEXY BOY” soon hits to a gargantuan mixed reaction, as Michaels’ earlier futile actions have not been lost on the Hammerstein. Michaels comes out wearing a cowboy hat this time, perhaps for no other purpose than he really does just want to hide his face from the world right now. Michaels doesn’t do any theatrics, simply lowing the brim of his hat and walking to the ring, but when he has to take it off, we can see the same look in his eye as we did in the open – apologetic, but stern.

“KING OF MY WORLD” by Saliva goes over the sound system now, which is very unfamiliar thus far in AOW, but the buzzes surrounding what it is are quickly met with the same level heat as before, as Chris Jericho, Bobby Lashley, and Paul “The Great” Wright, or The Worthy Legion as they’ve potentially been dubbed, come through the curtain and make their way down to the ring. Jericho smirks in his signature fashion as he steps into the ring, Lashley following him, completely devoid of emotion, but completely up to task.

MAIN EVENT
Rob Van Dam & Shawn Michaels
v.
AOW Champion Chris Jericho & Bobby Lashley w/Paul “The Great” Wright


The proud Worthy Legion kicks off with Bobby Lashley with no dispute, while the volatile but quiet corner of Michaels and Van Dam lets RVD kick things off much to the crowd’s approval. Lashley and Van Dam circle but don’t even lock up or anything, as Van Dam immediately jumps on the larger Lashley with blow after blow, kick after kick, laying into him what he couldn’t get to Jericho earlier tonight. The powerhouse that is Lashley still manages to push RVD away, sending him rebounding off the ropes, only for Van Dam to come bouncing back with a spinning wheel kick that surprises the big man. Van Dam with an early cover – 1…2…NO!! Lashley won’t go down easy, but RVD doesn’t seem to care. He again starts beating down on Lashley, even so far as stomping the hell out of him in a very Steve Austin-esque manner with his mudholes. Van Dam is forced to stop when he stomps one too many times on Lashley as he’s hanging on the ropes, forcing the referee to back him away, but the crowd is eating it up. Van Dam is livid and it shows. But he lets his rage blind him, as he rushes back at Lashley, only to get absolutely beheaded by a clothesline.

This turns the tide into Lashley’s favor heavily, as he takes Van Dam now and chunks him right into a steel post, nearly separating his shoulder. He gets heavy admonishment for this, but he doesn’t care, pulling Van Dam back out and unleashing a 270-lb German suplex. The crowd is deflated again, Lashley now rolling Van Dam over for his first cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Van Dam takes a good deal of early abuse, but when Lashley goes in his corner to potentially tag Jericho, Jericho makes a motion with his hand that seems to tell Lashley ‘not now’. Lashley adheres without dispute, going back to an assault on Van Dam. Lashley takes the now weakened Daminator and hoists him on his shoulder, but RVD wiggles his way off before dropping into a split and hitting at throat thrust! This sends Lashley reeling, but he stays alive, leading to Van Dam aiming for a roundhouse kick to the head, only for Lashley to duck, only for Van Dam to sweep Lashley’s legs from underneath him. This gives RVD the time he needs to hesitantly tag in HBK.

Michaels’ tag gets another mixed reaction that the stoic Michaels doesn’t seem to acknowledge, but he starts getting to work on Lashley with a couple of hard blows until Lashley again proves his strength by pushing ramming Michaels right into a corner, sandwiching him between body and the post. Lashley delvers several shoulders to the gut here, before taking Michaels by the head and bouncing it off of his corner, finally tagging in Jericho. After taking in his well-deserved heat, Jericho pummels Michaels as Lashley is holding him, only to throw him over for a suplex that gets his first cover – 1…2…NO!! Michaels still with plenty fight. As Jericho looks down on his foe, Jericho smirks at him before mouthing the words ‘you submitted to me’. This evidently sets Michaels off, who gets a burst of life and starts his own pummeling game with Jericho, throwing fist after first and throwing them against Jericho’s face, again prompting the referee to get involved.

When Michaels’ fury subsides just a little bit, Michaels whips Jericho into the opposite ropes, but Jericho smacks him in the face on the rebound. As he backpedals and bounces back, Jericho aims for his running enzeguiri, but Michaels ducks and sends Jericho flopping overhead, but as Michaels reaches down on Jericho, the Worthy Man pushes him away with his legs. Jericho gets to his feet now and greets Michaels with a back elbow and then a CHOP(Wooooo!), but Michaels fights right back with another CHOP(Woooooo!) of his own, causing Jericho to reel, but draws Michaels in close for another CHOP(Woooooo!) that sends Michaels back into a corner, but as Jericho approaches him, Michaels flips Jericho into the corner and delivers CHOP(Wooooo!) after CHOP(Woooooo!) after CHOP(Woooooo!), giving Jericho a total of 10 chops while situated in the corner! Jericho stumbles out of the corner, his chest completely red and raw, walking on his knees towards his corner to tag back in Lashley.

As Jericho flops onto the apron holding his chest, Lashley storms back in and rushes at Michaels, only for HBK to sidestep and send Lashley rebounding off the ropes, but this backfires on Michaels when Lashley again beheads someone with a clothesline. Lashley goes for another cover – 1…2…NO!! Michaels keeps going, but Lashley drills him with several clubs to his infamously injured back before pulling him up suddenly…into a powerbomb! Wow! Lashley pulls that move seemingly out of the ether, keeping his weight on Michaels – 1…2…3-NO!! Michaels finds a way to throw his legs up! This actually gets a small applause from Van Dam in the corner. Lashley drags Michaels to his feet and hoists him into the air with the stalling suplex, keeping Michaels vertical even when letting one hand go before crashing back down to the canvas. Lashley with another cover – 1…2…3-NO!! The Iron Man keeps on.

Lashley delivers another blow to Michaels before hoisting him over his head with a big military press, again impressing with his strength. Michaels is still conscious and aware, however, and wiggles his way from his high perch behind Lashley, forcing the big man to turn around…SWEET CHIN MUSIC!!! SWEET CHIN MUSIC FROM LITERALLY NOWHERE!! The crowd eats that up, but as Lashley falls, so does Michaels, the damage being done in a great deal here. Van Dam is begging for Michaels to either get the cover to tag him in, while Jericho is nervously watching his empire potentially crumble before it can even begin. Michaels finally begins to stir, but it is going into his corner and not to cover Lashley, probably because he’s moving now too. The abler Lashley seems to be winning the race to crawl into the corner, getting to Jericho and tagging him in, while Michaels is still crawling…reaching…GOT IT!! The hot tag to RVD had Jericho charging Michaels to stop it, but immediately seems to send Jericho scurrying!

As Jericho dips out of the ring to reassess things, Van Dam doesn’t look to give him any time and rushes after him. Meanwhile on the apron, Lashley is using his new heel prowess to as the referee to check something on him. As Van Dam pursues Jericho outside, he’s duped into running into a clothesline from Paul “The Great” Wright! Van Dam goes down hard, which prompts Jericho to have a sudden change of heart and rolls Van Dam back into the ring, who tries to stumble to his feet, only to get his face driven in by a Jericho one-handed bulldog. Jericho now building something as he goes for a cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Van Dam stays alive. Even so, as soon as this happens, Jericho immediately goes in for the Walls of Jericho, but RVD is aware enough to send Jericho flipping by torqueing his legs around. Van Dam shakes the cobwebs out of his head, only to have Jericho rush at him to which Van Dam greets with a trifecta of running clotheslines, getting the crowd more and more pumped. As Jericho charges at him one last time, Van Dam situates himself and nails the sitout spinebuster!! RVD is all pumped up now, doing his signature thumbs before rebounding off the ropes and looking for Rolling Thunder…Jericho rolls out again!

Jericho takes a short stroll around the outside to great heat, simply to dodge the move, but Van Dam, again, follows him. Jericho just as quickly rushes back into the ring, with Van Dam running right back after him, but as soon as RVD re-enters – running enzeguiri!! Jericho keeps pulling the strings, a cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Van Dam won’t go down! Jericho gets frustrated at this but also just doesn’t wanna be in there with Van Dam, opting instead to again tag in Lashley. Lashley immediately steps in and starts sizing up Van Dam for what looks to be a spear, but as he launches himself, Van Dam cleanly leapfrogs Lashley, sending him rebounding off some ropes back towards Van Dam, who promptly gives him a monkey flip! As Lashley falls hard but gets to his feet, he finds Van Dam rushing back at him, only for Lashley to completely flip the script and belly to belly suplex Van Dam….BACK FIRST INTO A CORNER!! The sheer veracity of the move makes Van Dam’s back impact the turnbuckle in a Tree of Woe fashion before whiplashing back down to the canvas hard! Lashley pulls Van Dam from his contorted position and goes for another cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Van Dam keeps going!

Lashley is forced to bring Van Dam to his feet, but knocks him right back down with another hard clothesline and another cover attempt – 1…2…NO! Lashley’s still intense expression grapples RVD around the neck and pulls him back down to the canvas, seemingly now trying to choke him to death with a chin lock. The massive bicep of Lash is wrapped so tightly, RVD’s face is turning colors, but he starts to build some form of life as the crowd cheers on, eventually able to get to his feet and try and knock Lashley back. When he finally does knock himself loose, Van Dam rushes and rebounds off the ropes only to get caught in a vicious Lashley spinebuster!! Lash really taking it to Van Dam here, another cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Van Dam stays vigilant! Over on commentary, JBL is explaining how RVD’s strategy is awful, seeing as how he’s allowing himself to take this much damage a week before a huge title match.

Lashley again tries to wear Van Dam down with another chin lock, holding him in for a while once again, but RVD is aware enough this time and surprisingly leg sweeps Lashley and tries to regain himself for a second before Lashley charges back with a high boot, but Van Dam catches it, wheels over it, and nails Lashley with the step-over spinning wheel kick. This sends both Lashley and RVD down, Van Dam taking note of just how much damage he’s taken and trying to get to his corner again. Lashley is shaken, but not to point of going to his corner, but as he grabs RVD’s leg to prevent him from getting the tag in to Michaels, Van Dam gets vertical and attempts a leg-fed enzeguiri on Lashley, who ducks, but the educated feet of Van Dam come right back up and hit Lashley with a back-kick enzeguiri! This gives Van Dam enough fuel to tag in Shawn Michaels!

Michaels bursts into the ring and ducks under a Lashley clothesline, rebounding off the rope and nailing Lashley with the flying forearm smash, knocking the muscle man down…and Michaels gets the kip-up to another roar of approval from the crowd!! Lashley comes at Michaels only to eat an inverted atomic drop and a scoop slam before Michaels climbs through the apron and heads to the top rope. The crowd is on its feet, looking for that elbow drop…but Chris Jericho distracts Michaels! While Jericho is busy jeering, he doesn’t notice RVD coming rushing across the ring to knock him off!!! Jericho goes flying face-first into the announce desk!! RVD follows him to finally get more hands on him, but Wright comes galumping around a corner, forcing Van Dam to fend him off. Inside the ring, Michaels is ready to let fly with the flying elbow drop…NOBODY HOME!! Lashley rolls away at just the right second, causing Michaels to crash and burn, and right when Michaels gets to his feet…SPEAR!! SPEAR!! SPEAR FROM LASHLEY!! Michaels is split in half, and with RVD staring to get a little overbeared with Wright, there’s no stopping it – 1…2…3…!!!

Winners: Chris Jericho & Bobby Lashley at (13:20)

The bell rings and it’s over, but that doesn’t stop the fight that’s going on outside. Van Dam gets the upper hand on Wright after he misses a charge and goes into a steel ring post, but Jericho has already taken is AOW title and hauled ass into the ring. Van Dam chases him, but he’s met by the new 2-on-1 of Jericho and Lashley, both men now staring Van Dam down, who is prepped and ready for a fight. Michaels is still down, and as things look bleaker and bleaker, Wright comes to but doesn’t enter the ring, making this a potential 3-on-1 affair. Just when it seems as though things might look bad for the challenger…

“DON’T CALL IT A COMEBACK~!!”


**MAMA SAID KNOCK YOU OUT**



SAMOA JOE!! SAMOA JOE!! JOE COMES RUSHING DOWN THE RING TO SAVE VAN DAM!!
Joe is ready for a fight, but Jericho quickly darts out of the ring and tells Lashley to come with him, both men joining Wright on the outside. Joe and Van Dam bulrush the ropes in hopes of getting a hand on them, but the Worthy Legion is already making their way back up the ramp, Jericho pointing to his head and saying “we fight another day!” RVD and Samoa Joe are seething for a fight, staring down the ramp at the group of men it might have to take both of them to take down.


Joey Styles:
Anarchy seems to be reigning supreme here on Oblivion, the fallout from World Ablaze just as chaotic as the event was in itself! The return of Samoa Joe comes to the aide of Rob Van Dam, but the entire company has been put on notice tonight.

JBL:
That’s right, Joey, the Worthy Legion has arrived an’ they’re not above breakin’ everybody on this roster to enlighten us all.

Joey Styles:
Wait, you’re not siding with those guys, are you John?

JBL:
There’s no honor going down with a sinkin’ ship, an’ I’ll be damned if I’m on the one Paul Heyman an’ Mick Foley are on. All hail Jericho! All hail the Worthy Legion! An’ after that performance, yer damn right they have what it takes to enlighten us all.

Joey Styles:
This is insane…

JBL:
No, Joey, the only thing that’s insane is not seein’ the genius of our AOW Champion and continuin’ to stay in the dark.

Joey Styles:
Folks, this has indeed been the introduction of absolute anarchy – AOW may be in trouble, but the one shining spot of hope we have is if – to hell with it – WHEN Rob Van Dam defeats Jericho for that AOW Championship right here next week on Oblivion!

JBL:
If Mick Foley knows what’s best for him, he’ll call that sucker right down the middle and force RVD to lose all his title shots!

Joey Styles:
Jericho’s got the same punishment on the line as well, John! If your head wasn’t already so far up Jericho’s ass, you might remember that!


Before the commentators now go at each other’s throats, the final scene we get on this chaotic scene is the Worthy Legion, led by a grinning Chris Jericho on up the ramp, only staring down at RVD and Samoa Joe in the ring, who are both closing their thumb and index fingers together, signifying ‘this close’ to getting their hands on Jericho. RVD backs away and looks behind him to see Shawn Michaels still hurt and recovering, but doesn’t do anything to help him up, just simply staring back down the ramp and audibly saying “there’s only one worthy man around here – “ before throwing his thumbs in the air as the crowd joins in – “ROB…VAN…DAM!” as we

Fade…

To…

Black…


END SHOW





.:Confirmed for Next Week:.

~AOW Championship~
*Loser cannot compete for ANY Championships EVER AGAIN in AOW*
SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE: Mick Foley
Chris Jericho(c) v. Rob Van Dam



Sorry if its a bit late, but had to retype some of the promos. There's a reason it's so dense. Wasn't happiest with this, but did my best. Hope you enjoy
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