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




12.12.07

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

“The Man in the Mirror”


Quote:
“The Fight Song” by Marilyn Manson vignette

(Whispers)

Fight…

RVD leaps for a Frog Splash…

Fight…

HBK cocks back, Sweet Chin Music ready…

Fight…

Finlay and Joe go at it on the balcony…

Fight…

Chris Jericho’s silhouette is highlighted…

*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

Aero Star, Psicosis, and Super Crazy perform a Triple Asai Moonsault from Week 14

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

Fight!

SWEET CHIN MUSIC!!

Fight!

WARRIOR’S WAY!!!

Fight!

MUSCLE BUSTER!!!

Fight!

SPEAR THROUGH THE TABLE!!

Fight!

CHOKESLAM!!!

Fight!

WORLD’S GREATEST DOOMSDAY DEVICE!!

Fight!

619!!!

Fight!

FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH!!!

*Final cymbal crash*

Chris Jericho holds the AOW World title high in the air

We open to the same scene we’ve been opening for the previous 17 editions of this program being a raucous New York crowd, all on their feet and filling out the Hammerstein Ballroom. Before we hear anything else, we hear the sound of a ring bell and Tony Chimel on the microphone…

Tony Chimel:
The following contest is a No Disqualifications match, set for one fall!!


“COUNTRY BOY CAN SURVIVE” comes across the threshold, as Jamie Noble makes his way through the curtain and down the ramp with a very focused look on his face, sneering at some of the front row fans, even throwing a fan’s drink in their face, which gets a lot of interesting jeers. Noble climbs into the ring with some country boy flair before turning his eyes right to the entrance ramp

“SIN LIMITES” fires the crowd up now, as the man they call Aero Star storms through the blood-red curtain, bursting on through without his signature pads and cape, but he does salute the crowd before pointing right at Noble. He then suddenly starts sprinting, a la London and Kendrick, not putting on any kind of brakes. Noble looks to ready himself for his spirited opponent, but nothing can prepare him for what Star does now – Star never stops running, making a clean running leap right onto the second rope, springboarding into the ring…AND NAILING NOBLE WITH A SPRINGBOARD FLIPPING SENTON!! AND WE’RE OFF AND RUNNING!!

NO DISQUALIFICATIONS
Aero Star
v.
Jamie Noble


For the second straight one-on-one meeting between these two, Star completely surprises Noble with some high-octane offense right off the bat! Star turns his hips and keeps himself on top of Noble –

1…

2…

NO!!

The ‘holy shit’ beginning already has the crowd in a tizzy even on the kickout, Noble scurrying to his knees and grabbing hold of a rope, trying to at least catch his breath. Star doesn’t give him time to do that, keeping the high pace going by charging after Noble, who lifts Star over his head. However, Star gets a good grip on the apron and holds on. Noble turns around to see this and to get a shoulder block to the gut and have Star soar over him and catch him in a perfect sunset flip –

1…

2…

3-NO!!

Noble manages to roll backwards and out of the move and gets to his feet before Star does, sizing him up for a quick second and nailing the recovering lucha star with a hard shoulder block that takes Star down with a flat bump. Noble takes Star in his clutches and tosses him into the ropes, but Star ducks underneath a clothesline attempt and rebounds a second time, but then ducks underneath yet another clothesline attempt, begetting another rebound. On that rebound, Star dives clean over Noble’s head into a front roll-turned handspring as he hits the ropes and surprises Noble with the sudden handspring back elbow!! Noble does down yet again. Star rolls right over the body of Noble, again flashing some athleticism –

1…

2…

NO!!

Noble throws his shoulder up perhaps on instinct, but also perhaps out of sheer adrenaline from Star forcing his heart to work extra hard this early in the match. Noble tries to kick start that heart by pounding the mat as he gets back to his feet, only to be immediately greeted by Aero Star leaping up with a clean enzeguiri!! Noble becomes stupefied before falling like an oak through the middle ropes and to the floor, Star absolutely taking it to the hard-nosed Pitbull!! As Noble tumbles, the crowd is completely behind Star, who takes this moment to clap and salute the crowd and get them pumped up even more.

Noble recovers to the sound of the Hammerstein all for the masked man he hates, giving him a look of intense distain as he tries to bring himself up from the floor while clutching the ring lip. While he’s coming up, he sees the crowd absorbed Star acknowledging the people, so he lifts up the ring skirt and pulls out a steel chair, unbeknownst to Star. Noble looks to get busy already, but he acts as though he’s more hurt than he’s letting on, keeping the chair low and hiding it under Star’s view. All Star sees is another opportunity to get fired up, as he charges towards the ropes looking for the Tope Torpedo no-hand dive…RIGHT INTO THE STEEL CHAIR!! NOBLE DUPES STAR INTO DIVING RIGHT INTO THE CHAIR!! Noble lifts the chair up at the last second and whaps Star out of mid-air, completely unprotected.

Noble doesn’t let up here, though. He screams at the downed body of Star before taking him in his clutches to his feet and smashing Star’s skull into the iron post! Star recoils violently right back into Noble’s hand, where he slams it again!! The possibly concussed Star has his brain scrambled and slumps at the base of the pole, needing Noble to grab him and roll him back into the ring with brand new resolve. Noble wastes a little bit of time by gripping his neck and taking a bit to get into the ring, but once he’s there, he shoots the half of Star and holds a forearm in Star’s face as the goes for his first pinfall –

1…

2…

3…

NO!!

A heavy kickout already in the match-up!! Star shows a great deal of resolve in kicking out of that, but Noble is very much in control, trying to put Star down more with repeat clenched fists right to his masked face. Noble then keeps Star’s head in his clutches and brings him somewhat to his feet before thrusting it back down with a mat slam!! Aero Star must have a concussion by this point, Noble hoping so as he goes for another cover –

1…

2…

NO!!

Star quicker to kick out of this one, but he’s still very much out of it from his motions. Noble proceeds to completely slow the momentum down by pulling Star’s head back and clasping it between his elbows. The pressure on Star’s temples aren’t helping his skull’s condition, Star barley able to let out some screams. Noble keeps the vice locked in, Star managing to swivel to his feet, but Noble stays true to his name and stays on him like a pitbull, following him. Noble transitions the vice into what looks somewhat like a modified sleeper drop, forcing Star right back down. Noble then follows this up by wrenching Star in a new grip, putting his knee right in Noble’s spine and pulling back on his head in a high torque chin lock.

The crowd is trying desperately to get Star back into things, but at every turn, Noble manages to cut him off. Star eventually manages to deliver solid enough elbows to Noble’s gut that he can get to his feet, but Noble is able to keep the upper hand when he makes like he’s trying to remove Aero Star’s mask, completely distracting Star’s motives of getting out of Noble’s clutches. Noble uses that to dropkick Star in the spine that sends him recoiling into a ring corner, Noble rolling Star up from behind –

1…

2…

3-NO!!

Star is able to throw his legs up, shaking the cobwebs out while simultaneously readjusting his mask. But while he sits on the canvas and does that, Noble meets his spine again from behind with a hard soccer kick that sends an echo around the Hammerstein. Noble expresses great satisfaction at that, lifting Star to his feet again, but the luchador surprises Noble with a very quick small package –

1…

2…

NO!!

Noble gets out of the quick-acting cruiserweight, giving Star a forearm shot as they get to their feet and grabs at Star’s mask once more. Star actually breaks free from Noble’s grasp and shoves him back. Noble takes a few steps back from his silent but swift rival showing some attitude, but doesn’t back down and pushes Star right back. The two cruiserweights then slowly step to the center ring, staring into each other’s faces, the crowd starting the feel the animosity between the two in case they haven’t already. The slightly taller Noble looks down at his blue foe and we can see him mouth “make a move, ya masked monkey” before insultingly poking a finger off of his chest that sends Star back a step and looking towards the canvas, taking that in. He then lifts his concealed face and looks towards the crowd, giving them his salute using two fingers…before promptly giving Noble a two-finger salute we’re much more familiar with.

This surprises Noble and all in attendance coming from the thus-far silent and mild-mannered competitor, garnering a huge reaction that Noble promptly stops by headbutting Star, bringing the shots to his head back into play. He then follows up on this by driving a hard knee into Star’s gut, subsequently rebounding off the ropes, and blasting Star with a hard running knee to the temple!! William Regal would be proud, Noble again keeping Star grounded with another pin attempt –

1…

2…

3-NO!

Star stays in this thing!! Noble stats pounding Star’s mask in for several brutal shots before dragging him to his feet and hoisting him on his shoulders, looking for his double knee gutbuster, but Star has enough in him to somehow wiggle off and turn it into an arm drag that sends Noble all the way across the ring, but he keeps his balance. He charges back at Star, only for Star to leap cleanly onto Nobles shoulders and turn it into a very nice hurricanrana. Noble is again whipped across the ring, his head spinning, Star using this to his advantage by taking Noble’s head and pulling out…a springboard bulldog!! Star pulls that out of his hat, but doesn’t immediately go for a cover. Instead, he now turns his attention outside, where he goes close to the commentators before pulling out…his own steel chair!!

The luchador looks ready to go hardcore now, as he slides back into the ring with the chair in hand, but he doesn’t thwack Noble with it. Instead, he erects it in the center ring and pulls the still reeling Noble to his feet, short arm whipping him and pulling him back into a drop toehold…RIGHT ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!! Noble’s nose gets driven into the chair and swings the match right back into Star’s favor. Star takes a look at the downed Noble and readjusts the chair before rebounding off the ropes, leaping over the chair, then springboarding over the chair…TRIPLE JUMP MOONSAULT!! TRIPLE JUMP MOONSAULT!! The impact causes Star to bounce off Noble’s body and grip his ribs in pain, but he sucks it up enough to cover Noble –

1…

2…

3…

NO!!

Noble finds a way out!! As the crowd throws its hands up, several others begin an “ECW!! ECW!!” chant for the Sabu maneuver Star just borrowed, but pulled off to perfection. Star’s mannerisms seem to be a bit disappointed that he couldn’t put Noble away on that, but he looks to perhaps try another triple jump move as he rebounds off of the ropes again and looks to leap over the chair when Noble momentarily springs to life with a dropkick to Star’s knees in mid-air, sending STAR’S FACE RIGHT INTO THE STEEL CHAIR!! Noble wastes no time going feral and trying for another pin –

1…

2…

3-NO!!

Star showing much more guts here!! Noble noticeably gets a bit more vicious as he yanks Star to his feet and positions himself near the still erect chair before shoving Star in his crotch and getting the double underhooks, setting for a Tiger Driver ON THE STEEL CHAIR…but Star averts the danger by flipping all the way through the move and turning it into a sunset flip –

1…

2…

NO!!

Noble is able to roll backwards out of that one, but as he does, he’s greeted by a charging Aero Star, whom Noble promptly spins behind before lifting him up…BACK SUPLEX ON THE ERECT CHAIR!! WOW!! If we thought Star’s skull was messed up in the early going, its his spine that's undoubtedly contorted here! The chair itself mirrors this, as Star’s weight dropping on it has contorted it in a way it should not be bent, Noble looking to capitalize –

1…

2…

3-NO!!

HOW’D STAR DO THAT?? Noble has that question in his eyes as he kicks out again, looking angrily at the man in stripes for an answer before rolling out of the ring and looking underneath it again, this time pulling out…a table!! Noble pulls the table over a little before setting it up on the outside, while in the ring, Star has struggled to his feet and is gripping his lower back, but gets a burst of life when he takes the contorted but still functional chair and charges through the ropes for the Tope Torpedo…HITTING NOBLE WITH A FLYING CHAIR SHOT!! Whether Star used it as a shield for another potential chair shot or a suicide dive w/chair, Noble gets blasted by the unforgiving steel as Star flies by. Star also feels the effects from it as he hits the outside, also going back to his incredibly ailing back. Both men are down and wrapped in pain as we briefly cut away.



**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


When we return from the break, Noble and Star haven’t returned to the ring, Noble having regained the upper hand since we last saw. A quick clip shows us how this happened during the commercial break, as Star went for a hurricanrana, but was held around Noble’s shoulders and has his head whipped violently against the barricade!! Noble has taken advantage and is pulling Star further up the entrance ramp, giving him blow after blow and forearm shot after shot. Star is barely able to get a shot in before Noble gives him a hard knee to the gut and whips him up against the barricade!! Star’s already twisted back gets put further to the test, but Noble isn’t done. He takes Star and straddles him on the railing barricade, the luchador screaming in sudden pain. Noble delivers another hard shot to Star’s face, but Star is able to bash Noble back. He then swings one of his legs back over the barricade and catches Noble right in the face, sending him reeling several steps. Noble walks up the entrance ramp on these reeling steps, Star using the space to stand up on the barricade. Star then begins running along the top of the guard rail like a tightrope…INTO A HURRICANRANA!!

Noble is forced even further up the ramp following this, Star taking a moment to tend to his still ailing back and landing on titanium. It’s Star’s turn to chase Noble with repeat blows once both men recover, tough, as Star delivers several kicks to Noble’s thighs before letting him have several elbow shots that brings both men all the way in front of the blood-red curtain on the entrance ramp. Star looks like he wants to hit a snap suplex on the metal entrance ramp, but Noble has enough in him to stop it and nail a suplex ONTO THE TITANIUM HIMSELF. Star’s back is again put through hell on that move, Noble hurting as well. The Pitbull understandably gets to his feet first and pulls Star’s limp body back up and looks to set up another Tiger Driver, even pulling Star up into a powerbomb position…SAMURAI DRIVER!! STAR COUNTERS WITH THE SAMURAI DRIVER!! NOBLE’S HEAD IS DRIVEN INTO THE ENTRANCE STAGE!!

Star has to shake the cobwebs out of his head and tend to his back after that one, perhaps even he a little surprised to be able to make his way out of that one. Some sparse “HOLY SHIT” chants can be heard, but Star looks a bit more in a train of thought to salute the crowd this time. He gets to his feet and looks very intently at the row of Roman-style columns of increasing sizes that flank the curtain, the tallest two holding up the AOW ‘tron. Star goes behind the smallest column roughly eight feet high that completely hides him. As the crowd buzzes for where Star may have disappeared to, Jamie Noble starts stirring and trying to get back to his feet, but we can see that his head meeting the steel framework has left him BUSTED OPEN. Noble is somewhat convulsing as he gets to his feet, his body responding to the sudden loss of blood. He seems somewhat disoriented, the crowd delivering a massive pop when they see something blue emerge from around the columns once again…Aero Star has climbed to the top of the middle column, roughly twelve feet high. Noble wanders a bit towards around said column, possibly not even seeing Aero. Star is still getting a massive reaction as he just crouches, then stands, measuring Noble up before saluting once more to the crowd…AND LEAPS ONTO NOBLE WITH A MAJESTIC, EAGLE-SPREAD CROSSBODY FROM TWELVE FEET IN THE AIR!! AYE DIOS MIO!!

“HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!”

The Hammerstein is a’rockin’ at the sight of a bleeding Noble leapt upon by the vengeful grace of a blue blur from out of the sky, a moment of euphoria somewhat stopping the match for what seems like an eternity but is only in fact barley over a minute of neither man able to move. Referee Ray Ramsey has dashed to the top of the ramp and on the entrance stage checking both men to make sure they’re okay and can continue, beginning the double KO count –

…1!!

…2!!

…3!!

…4!!

…5!!

…6!!

…7!!

Aero Star is to his feet, but he’s barley able to stand, the damage to his back taking over the impact of landing on Noble so much so that he has to grab at Ramsey’s shirt to help him get to his feet. The ref stops the count when Star takes Noble in hand and drags his carcass all the way down to the ring, both men nearly collapsing from battle damage and exhaustion. Star finally gets to the base of the ramp and rolls Noble into the ring, slowly crawling in after him and slinging an arm over for the emphatic cover –

1…


2…


3…!!


NO!!!

NOBLE THROWS THE SHOULDER UP!! HOW IN THE HELL??? It’s not over yet, Noble rolling the shoulder out of possibly sheer instinct, barely able to open his eyes. Star pulls at his mask in disbelief before falling back to the canvas in a very defeated manner, but he then rolls out of the ring and ventures to the outside and grabs the chair that Noble had earlier that cracked Star in the face as he flew with the Tope. Aero slides into the ring with said chair and looks prepared to use it, but he’s suddenly assaulted by a revitalized Noble, who shoots in on both his legs. This causes Star to drop the chair flat on the canvas as Noble lifts Star up and over his head…ALAMABASLAM ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!! Star’s back now MUST be utterly destroyed, as he screams in the utmost agony and even freezes in the landing position, the crowd being completely deflated. Noble throws Star down with such authority, it leaves him off balance and sends him backpedaling into the ropes, leaning on them to keep himself up, the blood still pouring down his face. He gets an absolutely bone-chilling grin on his face when paired with that blood just looks satanic. It still takes him a moment to gather himself before scooting the chair from underneath Star and covering him with a bloodthirsty grin –

1…

2…

3…

NO!!!

STAR NOW DOES THE IMPOSSIBLE AND KICKS OUT!! WOW!! It’s Noble’s turn to be in disbelief as he runs his blood and sweat through his hair. Noble’s face really looks demonic now, as his smile has faded and the bloody face of an angry redneck bursts through. He takes Star’s head in his hands and screams at him “I ain’t no steppin’ stone, hear me? I will END you, monkey!” before slamming Star’s head back into the canvas and rolling out of the ring to retrieve the table he had set out earlier. He collapses it and slides it into the ring before setting it up very close to a ring corner. He turns around to see Star using the ropes to get to a vertical base, which he responds by taking the steel chair and BASHING IT AGAINST THE LUCHADOR’S SPINE!!

Star crunches up in pain as he falls back towards the canvas, Noble dropping the chair. The Pitbull then drags Star’s body into the corner nearest the table, Star’s back the one facing the inside of the ring. It soon becomes all too apparent what Noble’s going for here – the move he finished Star with at World Ablaze, but the way he couldn’t finish it the same night. Noble gets the underhooks and looks for THE SUPER TIGER DRIVER THROUGH THE TABLE…NO!! Star begins to barely be able to resist, throwing several boots up before bashing his head into Noble’s crotch, possibly preventing Gibson from having more kids. With Noble completely stunned, Star takes this moment to sling an arm across his chest and look back to take accurate measure, the crowd possibly knowing where this is going as well…both men are vertical on the top… MOONSAULT SIDE SLAM THROUGH THE TABLE!!! MOONSAULT SIDE SLAM THROUGH THE TABLE!!! The same move Star countered with at World Ablaze comes right back to put Noble through the very table that started this whole feud, the crowd popping their heads off and the luchador dragging the bloody body of Noble off his wooden coffin and throws himself on top of him –

1…

2…

3…!!!

Winner: Aero Star at (19:30)

Star has his hand raised by the man in stripes, barley able to make it to his feet and have his hand raised high. Noble has his head face down on the canvas and covered in his own blood, barley able to move around the splinters around him. Star is as jubilant as a battle damaged star could be, limping to a turnbuckle and struggling to climb it before slowly saluting the crowd, all to a wild pop.


Joey Styles:
AY DIOS MIOS!! AERO STAR!! AERO STAR!!

JBL:
Wow!

Joey Styles:
I guess that says “Welcome to Oblivion” better than anything I could ever come up with!

JBL:
But that’s because you’re a terrible commentator, Joey. Lemme help you – folks, this is the only place on the entire planet where you will be lucky enough to see any kind of that!!

Joey Styles:
I’m so pumped up right now, I don’t have any room in my bloodstream to be offended by that comment, but yes, John! Jamie Noble and Aero Star welcoming you through the barn door with that absolutely incredible contest.

JBL:
Can you believe that was just our opener? We have a man in that ring right now bleedin’ like a Christmas pig.

Joey Styles:
Jamie Noble taken to the absolute limit here, but couldn’t quite pull out the win. But Aero Star looked nothing short of incredible.

JBL:
I tell you what – as great as that match was, I think it’s gonna be terrible for AOW in the long run.

Joey Styles:
Oh, come on, Bradshaw! As phenomenal as that was, you have to put a damper on it, don’t you?

JBL:
I’m not bein’ a damper, Joey, I’m just bein’ a realist. You didn’t even let me finish.

Joey Styles:
Well then tell us, John, how in the world could this match be a bad thing of AOW?

JBL:
Because now, every curtain jerker that goes on from now until the end of AOW itself is going to be compared to that. An’ I don’t see how they can get much better. It’s matches like this that make people take notice. I came into this match all for Jamie Noble an’ knowin’ Aero Star was some fun guy to watch an’ nothin’ more. I came out of that match with a whole new heapin’ pile of respect for Aero Star.

Joey Styles:
Wow. Of all the things you could’ve said, I would’ve never expected that, Bradshaw. But yes ladies and gentlemen, you talk about kicking off with a bang, but if you can believe it, that was just our opening act. We’ve got loads more here tonight!

JBL:
Oh, but it’s all so good.

Joey Styles:
After that wild open, we’ve got a pair of wild Samoans in action tonight against the team of men they took out a few weeks ago, but came back with a vengeance last week in the Sons of the Dungeon. Two of the teams who will be competing in that 4-Team Ladder Match come A Very Merry War will go head to head with heat between them.

JBL:
You wanna talk about heat, it doesn’t get any hotter than what’s goin’ on between Chris Jericho and Shawn Michaels.

Joey Styles:
We have that as well!! Chris Jericho has invited Shawn Michaels for a ‘career retrospective’ by promising Michaels that tonight, he would come face-to-face with the man who allegedly has had the biggest influence on Shawn Michaels’ career. Who could that be?

JBL:
I haven’t a clue.

Joey Styles:
And also later on tonight, we will have some footage from my interview in the home of the man we know as Rob Van Dam, but from what I saw, was quite unaware of who he even was. RVD was in such bad shape, that I was only able to speak to his wife, Sonya. She didn't tell me much, but what she had to say is just as heartwrenching. Keep it here folks.



Quote:
**Video Package**

We’re met with the gorgeous beach scene we’ve been treated to the last several weeks, but the man with the cigar that was relaxed in his recliner has risen and is walking along the surf. The coin he flipped is still lying in the sand, but we’re still unable to see what side it landed on.

As the man walks along the beach, his feet make prints in the soft sand that are quickly gobbled up by the approaching waves. The man keeps walking along the beach until he drops his cigar into the sand. We then see him pull a green apple out of his coat pocket. We stay focused on his bare chest inside his suit jacket as it sounds like he takes a bite of the apple before dropping it. The camera follows the apple as it falls, but before it hits the ground, we cut to another black screen, where new words, in English this time, appear on the screen –

“THE APPLE DOESN’T FALL FAR…”

**End Package**

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


~Backstage, the Green Zone interview set, with a brand new face for us…


Steve Romero:
Greetings, ladies and gentlemen, my name is Steve Romero. I’m excited to be here tonight, my first night here in AOW Wrestling, but I’m even more excited that my first ever guests are the AOW Tag Team Champions, Shelton Benjamin and Charlie Haas – the World’s Greatest Tag Team!

~The camera does indeed pan back a bit to reveal the WGTT, Benjamin’s title over his shoulder while Haas’ is around his waist.

Steve Romero:
Gentlemen, it’s great to see you tonight, but last week, not only did you come so very close to losing your Tag Team Championships, but Paul Heyman made a ladder match for A Very Merry War that involved not just you and American Made, but American Made, the Sons of the Dungeon, and the dangerous Samoan Fight Club. Can you give me what exactly your thoughts are on that?

Charlie Haas:
Our thoughts? Steve, sorry to ruin your first day on the job, but there’s nothing more to be said.

Shelton Benjamin:
We asked for competition and we got exactly what we asked for. We got a little bit ahead of ourselves and runnin’ at the mouth might cost us these titles in two weeks.

Charlie Haas:
That’s why from right after this interview until the Supershow, the World’s Greatest Tag Team will take on a code of silence. Unlike some of our opponents, we don’t need to talk.

Shelton Benjamin:
All we need is that ring to prove our skill and these titles to prove why we are the World’s Greatest Tag Team.

Steve Romero:
Thank you for your time, gent –

~Before Romero can conclude a proper sign off, someone walks into the frame, surprising all in attendance in AOW Champion Chris Jericho

Chris Jericho:
Congratulations, gentlemen. You did barley escape with your titles by the skin of your teeth last week, but you’re still champions. And I wish you both luck in a couple of weeks where I’m sure all three of us will walk out with these titles, despite rampant adversity.

Shelton Benjamin:
What are you on about, Jericho?

Chris Jericho:
What I’m on about is merely wishing you boys well. But only because if you manage to defeat three other talented teams in one shot…that would make you some kind of worthy…wouldn’t it? Just think about that.

~Jericho walks off the set and away from a somewhat stunned Steve Romero and some puzzled expressions from the now silent oath taking WGTT


~Back at ringside…


As we return to action, “SKIP OVER” is being heard over the sound system for one of the only times in AOW, as Elix Skipper is doing a few warm-up jumps inside the ring. Most of us haven’t seen Skipper for a few months actually; those well aware of OVW may have seen him whipping the youngsters in shape, but nonetheless, he’s back on our screens, but for him it may be most unfortunate…

…and that’s because the next sound we hear is “MAMA SAID KNOCK YOU OUT”, as Samoa Joe makes his march down the entrance ramp, getting a little bit of a smirk on his face for one of the only times in AOW. He doesn’t pander to the crowd, keeping his no-nonsense aura as he rolls into the ring to face Skip

MATCH 2
Samoa Joe
v.
Elix Skipper


Joe whips the towel from around his neck off onto the nearby steel ring steps before circling up with Skipper, the two locking up. Joe immediately gets the upper hand and forces Skipper into a corner before backing away and delivering a mighty CHOP(Wooooo!) Skipper goes reeling out of the corner, but Joe stops him with his free arm and chunks him right back into the corner, before delivering not just one CHOP(Woooooo!), but soon starts delivering a machine gun paced flurry of CHOPS(Wooooo!) that amount to nearly a dozen once he’s done. The crowd is fired up after that intense display, as Skipper doesn’t just go reeling out, but simply falls to his knees and starts crawling away from Joe. The Samoan Machine is quick to follow his veteran opponent, however, grabbing him by the neck and bringing him a bit more vertical before snapmaring him over and delivering a chop to the back of his head, quickly follows with a kick to the chest, before capping off the impressive combo with a jumping knee drop right on Skipper’s solar plexus.

Joe drags Skipper back to his feet, then tries to put him back down with a possible clothesline, but Skipper actually manages to duck underneath and rebound off the ropes behind him, hitting Joe with a hard forearm. Skipper then backpedals and rebounds off the ropes again and looks for a spinning wheel kick, but Joe manages to duck underneath it. As Joe charges right back at Skipper, Elix actually leaps cleanly over Joe and winds up behind him, contorting him around and wrapping him up in the Primetime Submission, his modified octopus stretch. He has the big man an contorted, but the power of Joe doesn’t make him stay in this position for very long, managing to maneuver himself but keep Skipper up on his back…Samoan drop!!

Joe crunches Skipper’s body underneath his own and tries for the first actual cover of the match – 1…2…3-NO!! Skipper keeps it going. Joe grabs hold of Skipper’s head and shoves it between his legs before lifting him and powerbombing the cruiserweight, but Joe doesn’t hold him in the prawn hold. Instead, he immediately transitions it into an STF!! Skipper is now caught with the tremendous size and power of the big man, and it looks like the end, but Skipper is just a fingertip away from the ropes. Joe turns up and tries to get him away from the rope, but Skip just barely manages to grab hold of the bottom rope, forcing Joe to unlock the hold, but not before he gets the referee count all the way to 4.

Joe finally gets off of Skipper’s body, who has to use the ropes to pull himself up. Joe keeps his intense expression locked on Skipper, as he charges at him and wraps his hands around his waist and looks for a German suplex, but Skipper manages to backflip out of the move behind Joe once more before leaping onto and from the second rope in the corner with a crossbody…Joe casually walks out of the way!! Joe shakes his head at his very genre savvy notion of just standing there and awaiting an airborne opponent. Skipper soon recovers gripping his midsection, looking to charge right back at Joe….STJOE!! The one-armed sideslam puts Skipper back down! Joe smells the end of the contest now, taking Skipper up and slinging him over his shoulder…ISLAND DRIVER!! ISLAND DRIVER!! Skipper’s head gets driven into the canvas, folding over itself as Joe emphatically covers – 1…2…3…!!

Winner: Samoa Joe at (4:06)

Joe moves himself off of Skipper’s body and has his hand raised, taking in his reception while still reeking of intensity. As Joe takes to the outside and grabs his towel, we hear the crowd begin to buzz a good bit as Joe looks to go back up the ramp, he turns around to look towards what everybody’s buzzing about – JOE’S CRACKED IN THE SKULL WITH A STEEL CHAIR BY BOBBY LASHLEY!! The hard shot instantly dizzies Joe, Lashley bursting into the frame. Lash isn’t done here, taking the chair and AGAIN CLOCKING JOE ACROSS THE DOME. Joe is even more out of it now, wandering around the outside, as Lashley stalks him, chair in hand. Joe leans on the barricade as the crowd watches Lashley lift the chair high once more…but Joe kicks him in the gut for it!

Lashley drops the steel chair and doubles over, giving Joe a little more time to recover from his concussive blows. Joe is able to somewhat drunkingly wander over to the now downed chair and then over to the still doubled over Lashley, who is holding onto the apron for support – JOE CRACKS THE CHAIR OFF LASHLEY’S SPINE!! Lash cringes while the crowd cheers at the sound. Lashley scrunches his face and body as he wanders in pain over to the barricade now, Joe further shaking the cobwebs out of his head. Joe then ventures over to the prone Lashley before BRINGING THE CHAIR DOWN AGAIN…nobody home!! Joe hits cold barricade, the stunning him for a quick second. Lashley has made some space between he and the Samoan Machine, but Joe raises the chair one last time…SPEAR!! SPEAR…THROUGH THE BARRICADE!! LASHLEY AND JOE RIP RIGHT THROUGH THE BARRICADE AND RIGHT INTO THE FANS’ LAPS!! “HOLY SHIT!” chants run amuck, as both Lashley and Joe are downed and neither one of them are moving.


Joey Styles:
Wha – Bobby Lashley just came out of nowhere and he’s caused this scene! The barricade is busted!

JBL:
Look at the brimmin’ hatred between these two, Joey! Minutes after Samoa Joe proved why he’s a man on a mission, Bobby Lashley is right there to prove why he is a worthy man!

Joey Styles:
Blindsiding Samoa Joe with a steel chair is worthy?! You’ve gotta be kidding me, John!

JBL:
You do whatever it takes to protect yourself, Joey.

Joey Styles:
Oh, of course. But yes, you can just see the tension between both of these men escalating to this point, Joe hunting guys down, and Lashley being first on his list…but Lashley responds with this!

JBL:
An’ how exactly would you respond to someone essentially puttin’ you on a hitlist, Joey? You wouldn’t do what Lashley just did?

Joey Styles:
Well I –

JBL:
Of course you wouldn’t. You wouldn’t barge at the man hutnin’ you an’ spear him. You’d proly go an’ cower in the corner of your mommy’s basement. Bobby Lashley gained some major respect and worthy points by takin’ down the Samoan Submission Machine.

Joey Styles:
This isn’t about me, John! This is about those two guys who might be damn well ready to kill each other! We’re gonna need to get someone to clean this up…goodness…


Both Joe and Lashley are still very much out of it, but Lashley is moving and has risen to his feet, Joe still unable to stand. Lashley begins to walk away with an intense look on his face before taking a few steps back and extending his arms pointing out in his signature taunt, garnering a great deal of heat as we fade away…


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


~Commentators’ table, both men with somber expressions and tones…

Joey Styles:
Welcome back to AOW Oblivion folks, where we’re just coming back from a very chaotic situation involving Samoa Joe and Bobby Lashley. But that situation has escalated so high because Samoa Joe has vowed to go on a hunt and track down those who have done both he and Rob Van Dam wrong. While Joe has taken an oath to do it with his own hands, what has happened to RVD is much more…well…dark.

JBL:
Yeah, an’ as I’ve said before, I’m not the biggest RVD enthusiast, but I don’t really think I could wish this kind of thing on anyone.

Joey Styles:
Indeed. Two weeks ago here on Oblivion, RVD was deemed unable to compete in any kind of championship match ever again. RVD seemed to have a very tranquil mental breakdown, being unaware of exactly who he was. He has been sent to his Los Angeles home, but earlier this week, I had the unfortunate honor of going the Van Dam residence to see if I could get any further answers.



**Rob Van Dam’s Residence, Los Angeles California**

We’re brought to a scene inside a very nice house, Joey Styles and a woman sitting at an angle to each other in a somewhat formal interview setting. The woman has dark brunette hair.

Joey Styles:
I am Joey Styles and I am sitting here in the Van Dam residence here in Los Angeles, California hoping to get more word on the condition we saw Rob Van Dam in a few weeks ago. Rob appears to be a bit…um…“out of it”, but in the meantime, I am sitting with his wife – the lovely Sonya. Sonya, it’s great to see you again.

Sonya:
It’s always nice to see you again too, Joey.

Joey Styles:
I do wish it weren’t under these circumstances, though, as I’m sure you can imagine.

Sonya:
That I can.

Joey Styles:
Well, um, Mrs. Szatowski, is Rob doing any better than when we last saw him?

Sonya:
…I don’t know what ‘better’ is in this case to tell you the truth, Joey. I’ve never seen Rob without any kind of confidence or motivation. Right now, he’s just…I don’t know…existing, I guess. He’s not even sure if he lives here.

Joey Styles:
So he has continued to show signs of an identity crisis?

Sonya:
Yes. He walked in here two weeks ago and just had a very lost expression. Every time I call him “Rob” he gets angry and says that that’s not who he is…and he spends hours a day looking at himself in a mirror like he’s trying to figure out who’s looking back at him…
~Sonya Szatowski/Van Dam noticeably has a lump of tears in her throat

Joey Styles:
It’s okay, Sonya. We don’t have to keep going if you don’t want to.

Sonya:
…I’m sorry, Joey –
~Sonya runs out of the scene on the verge of tears, Styles looking very somber as he looks to the cameraman and tells him that “that’s it”.

**End Broadcast**



Joey Styles:
Uh I would like to take this time to thank Sonya Szatowski for her time and to apologize to AOW as a whole because, obviously, I was unable to get any of the answers many of us were hoping of getting, but Rob Van Dam’s mental state is still evidently in a very vulnerable position.

JBL:
Joey, you an’ I might not be the best of friends or even coexisting acquaintances, but I think you did the best you could. An’ business is business – the show must go on. But I think it’s clear that we can say the infamous ego of Rob Van Dam just may have collapsed on itself a couple weeks ago.

Joey Styles:
I appreciate that John, but I would have to agree with you there. Whatever may be going on in RVD’s head is of all of our utmost concern especially considering what happened to the last man who was in a similar position to him not too long ago in Christian Cage. Again, we will keep you updated on the mental condition of Rob Van Dam as best we can.

JBL:
But like I just said – the show must go on.

Joey Styles:
And on it will go – later on tonight we have Chris Jericho promising Shawn Michaels he’d offer him a ‘career retrospective’ by bringing him face to face with a man who has had an impact on his career. But up next, we’ve got some bad tag team blood – the Sons of the Dungeon return to action against the team that wanted to take them out, the Samoan Fight Club.


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**



We return from the break with the image of AOW Owner Paul Heyman in his office at his desk, but he’s looking up from it because someone must have walked in the door during the break…

Paul Heyman:
Can I get you anything, Dave? Maybe a coffee…?

~The camera travels up to reveal the bitter face of the tough Irish bastard, Finlay

Finlay:
I think you know what I want.

Paul Heyman:
Well now, Finlay, if I knew what you wanted I wouldn’t be –

~Finlay pounds his fists on Heyman’s desk, making him jump back into his chair

Finlay:
I said I think you know what I want.

Paul Heyman:
Alright, let’s just cool it. Just tell me what it is you want, Finlay. As a matter of fact, why don’t you just tell me exactly what your business was with Rob Van Dam and then I can see what I can do.

Finlay:
I’ll make it simple and keep that to myself. Either you give me Chris Jericho. Or you let me finish Rob Van Dam.

~Heyman sits in silence and looks at Finlay

Paul Heyman:
First you tell me your business with both of them.
~Finlay is silent, just staring a hole through Heyman

Paul Heyman:
Tell you what – you get neither. Rob Van Dam is at his home on leave because of you and Chris Jericho has his #1 contender to deal with. If you want a match, I can give you one next week. But until you open up about what you’ve done, there’s not much I’m willing to do for you. Understand?

Finlay:
…we’ll see.

~Finlay walks out of the office and closes the door, leaving Heyman to finally exhale as the intimidating Irishman leaves him be as we fade back to the arena…


~Back at ringside…


“JIMBO” goes off the sound system now, the audience feeling a good bit of fear run through them, as the Samoan Fight Club comes storming down the ramp in their black sleeveless tees, MMA gloves, and lava-lavas, which is the traditional Samoan kilt-like garment. Manu upholds his perpetually savage expression, Siaki with a little bit more human, but still savage, flair. As the two step in the ring and remove their lava-lavas, they both let out beastly screams that garner a bit more heat.

“EXECUTORS OF EXCELLENCE” greets our ears, as the Sons of the Dungeon come through the blood-red curtain now to a very nice reception, the first time they’ve stepped through it since World Ablaze – and it’s because of the men in the ring. Wilson and Smith are actually in synch as they come down the ramp, almost in a marching-like manner. The wrestling machines make their way into the ring, their gazes never once leaving the one of the SFC. We briefly cut away while that interaction goes on, showing us to a room backstage, the World’s Greatest Tag Team staring at a television screen with their arms crossed, obviously going to pay very close attention to this match.


MATCH 3
Samoan Fight Club
v.
Sons of the Dungeon


We pick up the match about five minutes in, with a pretty decent back and forth contest going with multiple tag ins and outs, but Harry Smith has started pulling away on Siaki to take an advantage. Smith and Siaki get into an exchange of blows, but Smith starts pulling away and whips Siaki across the ring, only to be kicked in the face as he lowers his head on the rebound. Siaki bounces off the ropes again, but he’s caught up by Smith in a scoop powerslam that drives him into the canvas and puts Smith on top for a cover – 1…2…NO!! Siaki still has plenty of fight left, trying to get to his feet to tag in Manu, but before he can, Smith grabs at his head and pulls him back center ring before pulling him up and keeping him there before coming crashing back down with the delayed vertical suplex! Another cover on Siaki – 1…2…NO!! Still not done there.

Smith drags Siaki to his feet and begins dragging him into his corner for a tag in, but before it can be made, Siaki begins springing back to life, delivering several blows to Smith’s midsection before surprising him with a sharp toe kick and nailing a snap DDT that drives Smith down and suddenly shifting the momentum. Siaki then takes a look into the SOD corner and taunts Wilson a little, prompting him to want to storm the ring before the ref stops him. This doesn’t distract the referee for very long, Siaki now dragging Smith to his feet and punting him in the gut once more before rebounding off the ropes and nailing a running corkscrew neckbreaker!! An impressive move RITE DERE, Siaki looking for the cover – 1…2…NO!! Smith has more than enough left in him to kick out, pissing off the angry Samoan.

To show that anger, he drives Smith by the midsection into the SFC corner and tags in the big man Manu. As Manu steps in, Siaki flips Smith upside down into a tree of woe position and steps back center ring. Manu then takes Siaki and whips him towards Smith, Siaki nailing an aided low dropkick that pulls Smith down from his tree of woe, but inflicts a great deal of damage on his neck. As Siaki gets out now, Manu follows up and finishes the intended combo by taking the downed Smith from behind and flipping him all the way over with a wheelbarrow suplex!! It’s Manu’s turn for a big cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Wilson dives in to help his partner, which only gets him a psychotic look from Manu as he gets vertical. The referee backs Wilson into his corner as Manu stares him down.

Manu takes Smith’s head in his clutches and drives an elbow into it before forcing his head sideways, putting a great deal of strain on his neck. The crowd tries to get Davey Boy’s son back into things, Smith finally able to get to his feet and trying to deliver some blows to the gut of Manu, but a headbutt from the big man stops his offense. As Smith stumbles back, he hits the ropes behind him hard and comes right back towards Manu with a surprise big boot!! Manu is beheaded, giving Smith the time he needs to make the tag to his corner, bringing Wilson into things, who immediately jumps into the fray with a springboard elbow drop onto Manu!! Wilson with a big cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Siaki bursts into the ring to break it up!

When he does break it up, he continues to pummel the still downed Wilson, very much paralleling the beatdown that took the Sons out a few weeks ago. Smith, who is still not completely out of it, stops Siaki and hits him with a backhand CHOP(Woooooo!) that stuns him long enough for Smith to whip him into the ropes, lying flat on the rebound. As Siaki leaps over Harry, he’s immediately knocked out of the sky by a picture perfect Wilson dropkick!! Siaki falls and rolls out of the ring, leaving Wilson to deal with Manu, which whom he promptly nails with a big roundhouse kick to the skull!! Manu falls again – 1…2…3-NO!! The big man doesn’t go down!

TJ now has to work on wearing down Manu, but the wild Samoan is much stronger than the cruiserweight, forcing him to go to work on the legs some. Wilson starts planting some knees into Manu’s huge legs before following up with a very nice side leg lock. Manu is seen in possible pain for really the first time that we know of, but after a while, finally manages to power out of that hold as well. As he stumbles to his feet, Wilson tries to roll him up from behind – 1…2…NO!! Manu is able to roll out of that. Once both men get to their feet, Wilson is beheaded by a Manu clothesline!! It sends Wilson flipping, but instead of going for the pin, Siaki is in the corner directing traffic and telling Manu to sit Wilson in the corner. Manu does so, backing up several steps and letting out a monstrous roar, taking his time. He then launches himself for the running hip attack, but the scholarly Wilson is barely able to move out of the way at the last second, Manu’s hip bouncing off the hard corner, giving Wilson just enough time to leap onto the second rope and back towards Manu – diving neckbreaker!!

Both men are down, Wilson still reeling from the clothesline and taking a tumble from the neckbreaker. Both men are also trying to crawl back into their corners, Manu much closer to his than is Wilson. The smaller Wilson proceeds to crawl, while Manu does so for a step or two before being able to groggily get to his feet. As he tries to find himself and make the tag to Siaki, he’s suddenly stopped. Wilson has stopped crawling and has instead delivered a low sweep kick to the back of Manu’s weakened leg, forcing him to fall back down!! This gives Wilson the burst he needs to make the final leap to tag back in Smith, who enters into the ring, Siaki soon following. Siaki gets clotheslined over the top rope for his troubles, while Manu gets brought into a bearhug/spinebuster position in Smith’s clutches. Without a single hitch, Wilson, even while battered, makes it to the apron and springboards off...HART ATTACK!! The Sons’ modified version of the move involves a springboard neckbreaker, but it hurts all the same!! And just for insurance it seems, Wilson takes a look at Siaki outside as he’s recovering…pancha hurricanrana!! Smith is still in the ring, lying on top of the big man Manu – 1…2…3…!!!

Winners: Sons of the Dungeon at (12:43)

The Sons have returned and knocked off the SFC!! The Samoan Fight Club loses their first match period to the boys from the dungeon, as Wilson and Smith get up and celebrate with each other, Wilson having to lean on the larger Smith. The Fight Club is still down, Siaki on the outside and conscious, wondering where they went wrong

We briefly turn backstage during the celebration still, as we see again the WGTT standing in front of a monitor and nodding their heads before the camera pans back to reveal a pair of men standing behind them…in Jack Hagar and Nick Nameth – American Made.


Nameth:
A ‘code of silence’, huh? You guys think you’re better than us because you don’t have to say a word? Or do you just have nothing to say because you know damn well that we should be the ones holding those gold straps and not you?

~The World’s Greatest just look at each other before looking back at Nameth with a menacing look

Nameth:
ANSWER ME!!

Hagar:
Nick! Let’s go. Let’s leave these false champions to their false peace.

~Hagar leads Nameth out of the scene, the WGTT looking on before turning back to the screen and the focus is again on the Sons of the Dungeon being able to walk away from their duel with the Fight Club.

Joey Styles:
Tensions are all over the place in the tag team division, the World’s Greatest Tag Team with a target on their backs like never before, but tonight, it’s the Sons of the Dungeon that get the biggest victory here tonight.



~Backstage, the Green Zone interview set…


Steve Romero:
Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this ti –

The Miz:
No. You mean MY guest at this time. Who are you, anyway?

Steve Romero:
Uh…I’m Steve Romero, backstage interviewer. You must be The Miz.

The Miz:
I must be The Miz? Really? Really? I’m the face of this place. The hardest working, least respected guy in this entire company and I’m the guy who is gonna interview the new #1 contender for the Dynasty Championship, CM Punk!

~It’s at this point that Punk actually walks in from offscreen and takes his place between both interviewers, looking a tad puzzled, but obviously amused

The Miz:
Tell me Punk – how does it feel to be getting a shot at a title you honestly don’t deserve?

~Punk looks at Miz like he’s some kind of disease before getting a smartass smile on his face

CM Punk
:
Hey Miz…is that a broom closet I see over there?

~Miz, not wanting to relive his adventures from last week, looks over his shoulder in fear before fleeing the scene, leaving only Romero and Punk

CM Punk
:
Welcome aboard, Steve.

Steve Romero:
Thank you, Mr. Punk. But indeed, how does it feel to finally be knocking on the door of the Dynasty Championship that you’ve worked so hard to get a shot at?

CM Punk:
Y’know, Steve, it feels…a little weird if I could use a word. I mean, I’m not gonna dramatize it, its exactly what it looks like. I’ve had to work my ass off to get this title shot against a guy who took out a great wrestler named Lance Storm. I’ve had to work my ass off to finally get a shot to get into the ring with a guy who is too absorbed in his money to realize he’s nothing more than a coward. I’ve had to work my ass off to get a match against a guy who has been at my throat, called me a street rat, and even placed a bounty on my head for the fifty grand he frivolously lost and put in my hands.

~Punk smirks a bit

CM Punk
:
Yeah. It feels a little weird when you finally get what you deserve. You can ask your new colleague Miz about that, Steve. Pretty sure it felt weird in that broom closet last week.

Steve Romero:
I’ll be sure to make note to ask him, but speaking of the $50,000 left in your possession by Lance Storm, where exactly is that money now, Punk, and what do you plan to do with it now that it’s no longer up for grabs?

~Before Punk can answer that question, however, someone just walking into the frame stops him from saying anything. The figure walks in and reveals himself to be none other than AOW Dynasty Champion Muhammad Hassan, who looks as calm as can be…

Hassan:
Yes, Punk. What exactly do you plan on doing with my money?

CM Punk:
I kinda figured that since it’s, y’know, actually mine, I can do whatever I want with it. Maybe some liquor and cigs to pass around to the other street rats, eh?

Hassan:
Very funny, Punk. I’m quite well educated when it comes to your whole “straight edge” thing. But just to reassure me, what exactly do these abhorrent “X’s” mean…?

~Punk gets in Hassan’s face

CM Punk
:
They mean I’m alcohol free and they mean I’m drug free. They mean I’m not to be held down by people like you. They mean I’m not held down by any vices. But in two weeks, if you’re not careful, you just might find yourself on the wrong end of a different kind of…“Vice”.

~Punk lets out another smartass smirk, knowing he’s made a terrible joke

Hassan:
CM Punk, the joker you are. You can crack all the laughs you want, but I’m no joke. I’m a very powerful man. And just stepping into that ring with me will take you places you’ve never been before.


Punk takes in that line, but doesn’t have enough time to digest it before Paul Burchill and Brent Albright ambush him from behind!! This causes Romero to scamper, but Punk is left at the mercy of the merciless Mercenaries, who begin laying several boots repeatedly into an already weekly-worn down Punk. Hassan hasn’t budged from his spot, just stoically watching Punk get ripped into while he doesn’t move a muscle. Burchill takes Punk and drives his spine into the pillar at the center of the interview set! Punk lets out a scream of agony as he falls right in front of Brent Albright, who takes Punk and delivers a somewhat uncharacteristic spinebuster on the hard concrete floor!! Punk’s vertebrae could very well be shattered as he rolls around on the floor in a great deal of pain as Hassan just stares down at the ‘street rat’ with a mixture of pleasure and bitterness that we always see him express. Before we leave the scene, however, Burchill delivers a barely audible “you owe us” before we see Hassan throw up a hand that tells Burchill to hush up. The scene closes as we get a close up of Punk gripping his back through gritted teeth as we head back up to Hassan…

Hassan:
See, Punk, to be in my position, you’ve gotta be willing to bleed to succeed. And when I’m done with you in two weeks…I promise, you’re going to be very successful.



~Back at ringside…


Joey Styles:
I think the closer we get to A Very Merry War, the more people just start coming unraveled! We’ve already documented the case of RVD, but now we’ve seen Bobby Lashley go after Samoa Joe, American Made losing their composure with the World’s Greatest Tag Team, and now Muhammad Hassan might have completely lost it after CM Punk was named the #1 contender for his Dynasty Championship!

JBL:
An’ don’t forget about The Miz nearly losin’ his cool. I love seein’ that jackass flustered an’ runnin’ with fear.

Joey Styles:
Only you, Bradshaw. But indeed, we are veering ever closer to not just the end of the year 2007, but also very close to Art of War Wrestling’s second ever Supershow, A Very Merry War and John, we’ve already got an absolutely stacked lineup come two weeks.

JBL:
Oh, you’re tellin’ me? I’ve been with ya, Joey! I know how incredible this thing’s gonna be!

Joey Styles:
It’s not just going to be incredible, it’s going to be chaotic, partner, as we’ve got an absolutely huge 4-Team Ladder Match with the AOW Tag Team Championships hanging in the balance. This match coming about after Benjamin and Haas demanded better competition – and boy, did they get it.

JBL:
Those four teams really have it in for each other, Joey.

Joey Styles:
That they do; the Sons of the Dungeon picking up some momentum tonight, but in two weeks, it will be the World’s Greatest Tag Team trying to fend off three pairs of hungry challengers between ladders – the brash and possible should-be champions American Made, the animalistic Samoan Fight Club, and the legacy driven Sons of the Dungeon. Who will be able to climb that ladder to new heights?

JBL:
An’ speakin’ of new challengers, we might have seen Muhammad Hassan just take real good care of his new challenger.

Joey Styles:
John, you know as well as I do what CM Punk’s had to endure over the last several weeks. What Hassan did tonight isn’t gonna keep him down.

JBL:
But that’s why Hassan’s champion, Joey – he’s smart. CM Punk’s got more heart than he’s got head. If he were any kind of smart, he’d back off and let it be, but instead, he’s just a smartass and got beat for it.

Joey Styles:
I still don’t understand your innate hatred for that kid, but nonetheless, I’m sure CM Punk will rise to the challenge in two weeks when he faces the man who took out his ‘coach’ in Lance Storm for his Dynasty Championship. Punk’s road is filled with plenty of blood, sweat, and greed, but will Punk actually be able to follow up on his well-documented words and come away with the title?

JBL:
How about the news we just got a few moments ago, Joey?

Joey Styles:
We saw just a few moments ago how Bobby Lashley responded to Samoa Joe putting the hit on him, breaking the barricade, but it’s just been made official – at A Very Merry War, the titans that are Samoa Joe and Bobby Lashley will clash, both men utterly motivated. Joe motivated by his hunt and Lashley motivated by being a brand new ‘worthy man’ alongside Chris Jericho. But when the giants clash, who will be left standing?

JBL:
An’ what about that huge main event that could spell the end of one man’s incredible career?

Joey Styles:
Shawn Michaels’ contract states that if he doesn’t win the AOW Championship before the end of the year, he’ll be stripped of his ability to compete in the ring. But Shawn Michaels has one last chance to get that gold – but he has to go through the mastermind and Worthy Champion known as Chris Jericho.

JBL:
Get ready to get used to seein’ a retired Showstopper, Joey.

Joey Styles:
On the contrary, John. Shawn Michaels has done nothing but kick it into a fifth gear his entire career when the lights are on the brightest. And the spotlight won’t be any more intense on him come A Very Merry War. But that’s in two weeks on December 26th. Coming up next, we’ve got Chris Jericho and Shawn Michaels in the same ring, Jericho promising a Michaels ‘career retrospective’ of some sort, while also making Michaels possibly confront someone who has made the most impact on the Heart Break Kid’s career.



We momentarily head backstage again, where we see Paul Heyman once again in his office, but he’s suddenly flanked by two members of the NYPD…?


Paul Heyman:
Uh…can I help you gentlemen?

Officer #1:
Mr. Paul Heyman, we have reason to believe that someone has ordered a threat against your life.

Officer #2:
We ask that you remain calm and please come with us as we escort you out of the building.

Paul Heyman:
Escort…? I have a show to run here, coppers!

Officer #1:
Sir, there has been a threat that specifically names you as the target. Whoever the perpetrator may be, they undoubtedly know you’re here. We’d like to get you out for your own good.

Paul Heyman:
Hogwash.

~The police officers don’t seem to be taking Heyman’s happy mouth, taking him up by both arms and walking him out of his office

Paul Heyman:
Hey! Put me down! At least tell me who sent this so called “threat!”

Officer #2:
We’ll get everything straightened out at the station, sir.


Heyman sustains a very puzzled expression as the officers walk him out of his office, leaving it empty as we slowly fade away…


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


Upon our return, we can hear the roar of “KING OF MY WORLD” heard around the arena, as AOW Champion Chris Jericho has come strolling down to the ring in a full on three-piece suit, but he has with him center ring something very large, erected, and covered in a red cloak. He is also mysteriously without the rest of the Worthy Legion, as Lashley has had his fill tonight, but there’s no Paul Wright. Jericho circles it several times, holding his title over his shoulder and the microphone patting against his chest. He finally looks as though he’ll begin talking, but as soon as his music dies, the crowd is heard throwing a great deal of heat towards him, causing him to stop, then find another place to start.

Chris Jericho:
In case you all have forgotten, my name is Chris Jericho. Not only am I a worthy man, not only am I your AOW Heavyweight Champion, but I am a worthy champion at that. And I am here to lead you down the path of enlightenment.

~Ungodly heat for that potential “I am a god” introduction

Chris Jericho:
And just like the predictable, easily influenced, led to slaughter sheep you all are, you boo me because I want something better for you than what you’re used to. And what you’re used to are people like Shawn Michaels, who tries to use his “dark and troubled past” to try and rally you all behind him as though he were some kind of hero.

~More heat, as Jericho’s face devolves into a scowl as he runs Michaels down

Chris Jericho:
Shawn, you can parade around here like you deserve these people’s approval, trying to use the fact that you played the wrong game your entire career and suffered for it to get them behind you. But you can pretend you’re some knight in shining armor all you want – I know the truth. I know just how unworthy you really are.

~Even more heat

Chris Jericho:
And with the career of Shawn Michaels coming to an unceremonious end on December 26th, I thought what better way to honor the stained and debased career of Shawn Michaels than bringing him face to face with the one certain individual who has had the most detrimental effect on his entire career.


Before Jericho can get any amount of heat on that, “SEXY BOY” is heard blasting over the arena now, as Shawn Michaels comes touting out through the red curtain and down the ramp, hamming it up as always. He even comes down to the ring mocking the scowl Jericho has plastered on his face. He steps into the ring with a very sly smirk on his face as he steps in front of the covered object in the center of the ring that’s between he and Jericho.

Shawn Michaels:
Jericho, I admire how much of a self-worshiper you are. I mean, I know I’m no role model, but I just wish my head could be even marginally as up my ass as yours is.

~A big pop for that

Shawn Michaels
:
Now I’ve been at this wrestling thing a pretty long time, Jericho. And I know this isn’t you and I’s first rodeo together. But even as much as you wish you were king of the world, I think even you saying you had the most ‘detrimental effect’ on my career is pushing my suspension of belief a little bit.

~A bit of a leaning on the fourth wall comment by Michaels there, but Jericho is very quick to correct him

Chris Jericho:
No no no no, Michaels. I never said I was the man who had the most detrimental effect on your career. I just said today, you would come face to face with the one man who has. The one man who has put you in the completely unfortunate situation you’re in. The one man who has made you more of a pathetic, unworthy man than you could ever dream of –

~Jericho pulls back the red cloaked object to reveal…a large mirror…? Jericho makes his point…

Chris Jericho:
Y’see, Michaels – the one man who has put you where you are right now is yourself. So how about you stop pandering to these people, warping the truth around to make them feel sorry for you and do what you have to do every single day – look in the mirror at the man looking back at you and admit your atrocities!!

~Even more heat at this point, Michaels’ smile has long faded, staring into the mirror at himself with a very stoic expression. Jericho looks on as Michaels soon lifts the mic to his lips

Shawn Michaels
:
…look at you. You’re some kind of guy, huh?

~Jericho turns to possibly respond to that remark before he realizes Michaels is actually talking to himself in the mirror

Shawn Michaels
:
But you’re no different from me. And I’m no different from you. You’re just the man in the mirror…but Chris Jericho is right. You are the man who has nearly ruined my career.

~Jericho gets a sly smile as Michaels’ expression turns nearly apologetic

Shawn Michaels
:
You were the one who pulled as many strings as you could way back when. You were the one who pissed off everyone you even met. You were the one who paid for all those wrongs by breaking his back. You were the one who made me desperate enough to put everything on the line. You were the one who put me right here…

~The crowd is nearly silenced as Michaels is staring a hole through himself in the mirror, even Jericho being taken aback by the harshness expressed here. Michaels even drops to his knees and continues staring…

Shawn Michaels:
…you were the one who made me hate me.

~The crowd is buzzing at that, again, Jericho very much surprised at what he may have caused here

Shawn Michaels
:
I shouldn’t hate you for that. I really shouldn’t. You were only doing what you thought was right at the time, right? What you thought was the best course of action so you could stay on top, right? And as much as you say you’re a changed man since you’ve been in AOW; as much of a ‘clean slate’ you say this has all been…you’ve stayed exactly the same. And not a damn thing has changed.

~Michaels looks so angry, he’s on the verge of tears

Shawn Michaels
:
Because what everyone’s saying is right. All those years ago, you were the ultimate asshole and you screwed over a man over a business decision turned personal. You spat in his face and on his legacy. You just couldn’t admit that someone else was the better man. And so here you are. A decade later after that night in Montreal. You did the same thing to another man. You say you’ve changed, but you’re full of shit.

~Crowd and Jericho (and surely the network) are really taken aback by that one…

Chris Jericho:
That’s right, Michaels. Admit it to yourself. Honesty is the best policy. Just look into your own eyes. Look at how just unworthy you are. That reflection of imperfection. That –

~As Jericho wanders into the frame of the mirror’s reflection, Michaels gets up from his knees and grabs at Jericho’s tie, pulling him in, and giving him an angry expression and scaring the hell out of Jericho before tossing him back into a corner out of the frame and looking right back at the mirror, dropping to his knees once again.

Shawn Michaels
:
And yes, you may be pretty imperfect. You may be an icon, but you’re not an idol. There’s guys backstage that’ve admired you since the day you stepped into this ring. But who’s the guy they idolized? The man you claimed you used to be? Or the man they think you are now?

~Jericho fixes himself while glaring at Michaels from a distance

Shawn Michaels
:
But who exactly are you now? Who exactly am I now? I’ll tell you exactly who I am. I’m the guy who came back when they told him he’d never wrestle again. I’m the guy who has put on the best damn show these people have ever seen in their lives. I’m the guy who has atoned for his sins and been made a new man. I’m the guy who has spent the last several years of his career making up for who I was then. I’m the guy who is gonna walk out in two weeks-time still having the best damn career anyone would ask for!

~A grandiose pop for Michaels building himself up here

Shawn Michaels
:
I’m the guy who is staring my reflection in the face and telling him that what we’ve done, we cannot undo. All I can do is tell you that you’re just the man in the mirror. And you will not break me…

~A big pop there as Michaels rises to his feet, the crowd surging off of those words. Jericho has gravitated towards the side of the mirror once again

Shawn Michaels
:
…and neither will you, Jericho.

~Michaels finally takes his eyes off the mirror and stares at Jericho standing beside it

Shawn Michaels
:
See Jericho, I’ve just done what you could never do. And that’s look at myself and admit all my flaws. Hell, lay them out in front of all these people. And as “unworthy” as you may think I and everyone else may be, Chris; if there’s one thing that I’ve learned the hard way the more I go in this ring is you’re only just as good as the guy staring back at you.

~Michaels drops the mike for a sec to look right back in the mirror with a smirk before looking back at Jericho

Shawn Michaels
:
And Jericho you’re lucky. ‘cause I make you look damn good.

~Huge pop. Jericho prepares to speak, but is caught staring at Michaels too long, who interrupts him

Shawn Michaels
:
But since you love wanting to…what was the word you used…“enlighten” we mindless sheep, I thought maybe I’d be a nice neighbor and “enlighten” you. You’re a smart guy, Chris, so I think you can handle what I’m about to say. See – there’s two kinds of guys who step in this ring. There’s those guys that can look themselves in the eye at the end of the day and those who can’t.

~Michaels points to the mirror on the last line

Shawn Michaels
:
There’s guys who know their place and accept their roles. And then there’s guys who love to stick their foot in the other guy’s faces.

~Jericho gets a smirk on his face

Chris Jericho:
Two guesses which one I am, Michaels. And I’m proud to admit that I like putting you in your place. So accept your role, Michaels. Your career is over. It’s time you take your place with these sheep you love so much. Because I know you too well. You’re that kind of guy.

~Jericho has a triumphant smile on his face as he grips his AOW title. Michaels has a look on his face that spells ‘comical indigestion’ as he takes a few steps away from Jericho

Shawn Michaels
:
Oooooh…sorry, Jericho. But you guessed wrong.

SWEET CHIN MUSIC!!! SWEET CHIN MUSIC!!
For the second week in a row, Shawn Michaels completely stands his ground on Jericho trying to weasel in to his mind!! Jericho is beheaded as the crowd goes wild, his AOW Championship flying from off his shoulders. Michaels then gets very aggressive and rips Jericho’s nice suit jacket off before taking him in his clutches and looking at the mirror that’s still standing center ring. The crowd can see what’s coming a mile away, but before anything happens, Michaels takes Jericho very close to his face –

“Know your place, junior!”

…AND CHUNKS CHRIS JERICHO RIGHT THROUGH THE MIRROR!! JERICHO GOES THROUGH THE PLANE OF GLASS!! WOW!! Shawn Michaels has just absolutely come up with the upper hand against the psychological terrorist in the AOW Champion!! The crowd has come absolutely unglued, as Jericho is nearly twitching amongst a ring now full of shards, his eyes even held open in shock. Michaels just as a ‘did I do that’ look on his face before getting a huge grin. “SEXY BOY” hits the speakers now, as it seems definitive that Michaels is the victor here.


Joey Styles:
Well how about that? Shawn Michaels has completely and utterly denied Chris Jericho any kind of sick psychotic, strategic pleasure from this!!

JBL:
Even the best of us have bad days, Joey. This means nothing to Chris Jericho. Michaels can break all the mirrors he wants, but Chris Jericho still has that AOW Championship that Shawn Michaels needs more than life itself. An’ ain’t breakin’ a mirror seven years bad luck? He just screwed himself!

Joey Styles:
Superstitions are hardly any reason at all to bet against Shawn Michaels in two weeks, but…what’s HBK got in mind here…?


What catches Joey and the rest of the arena’s attention is simply that while his music is still on full blast, Michaels has dumped the large mirror frame out of the ring and has pulls Jericho closer to center…AND THEN STARTS STRIPPING OVER JERICHO’S BODY!! Added insult to injury in only the way Shawn Michaels knows how – by being a Sexy Boy!! Michaels is down to his chap-looking tights before yanking them completely off and only being down to some underwear tights, throwing his shirt and long tights right on top of Jericho before dancing like its 1996

JBL:
Oh, come on!! Enough is enough! I thought he said he was a changed man, but he’s still full of it!

Joey Styles:
Shawn Michaels put his foot in Chris Jericho’s face, put him in his place, then started strippin’ in his personal space!

JBL:
God, that was terrible.

Joey Styles:
Shawn Michaels has shown tonight that he’s not afraid of his past, to wrestle with his demons. He’s proved that he is more than adept at handling everything Chris Jericho can even fathom to offer at him. And in two weeks, Shawn Michaels is certainly on the fast track to keeping his career and forever being the Heart Break Kid!!


The final image we get of this edition of Oblivion is Chris Jericho lying in a ring full of pieces of glass, a very much almost naked Shawn Michaels just now ceasing his jive over his body, then staring down at Jericho with the most confident signature Shawn Michaels grin we’ve ever seen before taking a few steps back, looking towards the crowd, then hitting his famous flexing pose as we

Fade…

To…

Black…

END SHOW




~A Very Merry War~
December 26th, 2007
*Special 2-Hour Supershow*

CURRENT CARD

~AOW Heavyweight Championship~
*If Shawn Michaels loses, he can no longer compete*
Chris Jericho(c) w/Paul “The Great” Wright v. Shawn Michaels

~AOW Dynasty Championship~
Muhammad Hassan(c) v. CM Punk

~Grudge Match~
Samoa Joe v. Bobby Lashley

*4-WAY LADDER MATCH*
~AOW Tag Team Championship~
World’s Greatest Tag Team(c) v. American Made v. Sons of the Dungeon v. Samoan Fight Club




First off, apologies on this takes an eternity to get up. Got a new job and it's hours are pretty unpredictable and pretty draining. Hope all enjoyed taking a peek at this one, as it took more work than most times. And when you're done reading, you should head on over and read that Melvis guy's Extreme Rules. 'cause I will. Should be catching up on feedback for the rest of the week to those whose stuff I've missed (which is a lot. And welcome back, Stojy). Hope you guys don't hate me 'til then




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