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Wow. I can't imagine losing Wight or Lashley....big, BIG, news there. Hassan too? You're really making it hard on yourself, man. I know you have a plan , and I think I have an idea at what you might do.
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Re: Presenting AOW: Art of War Wrestling - The Greatest Affair

I haven't forgotten, I just take my time with it. That's my theme for BTB in general, apparently.

619IDH's 'A Very Merry War' Feedback

Anyway, let's get down to business here. Very tongue-in-cheek opening in a way, considering you're matching violence with the Christmas theme, but nevertheless an effective VP to kick us off.

The ladder match is a good match to open with, and the two things that stand out are the storytelling and the use of the gimmick. Small things like every team going after the WGTT at the beginning to show how they feel pissed by the team's actions of late, and again not restricting yourself to the face/heel dynamic, are examples of that storytelling. In that vein, I felt possibly we could have seen more from American Made considering the argument that they're the rightful champions, maybe showing deliberate aggression or targeting towards WGTT at some point. Other than that, each team had its own 'image' if you will, from the Sons' do-or-die attitude to the SFC looking at home in a crazy environment and the WGTT staying away from ridiculous spots as you mentioned in the post-match commentary. On to the action itself, the Manu Splash on to Smith was the best spot for me, though Wilson's Sunset Flip Powerbomb was a close second - the Splash also allowed you to present Wilson as trying to win the titles for his team by himself, which was a nice touch. My one complaint in that area is the finish - I know you're trying to bring a new edge to the WGTT with the buzzkill-esque Haas chairshot, not to mention the post-match image of Smith lying dead imagining his hands on the title, but I think in a Ladder Match, you have the chance for the spectacular finish, and that's what I was readying myself for. Otherwise, a good opening match that no-one came out of looking bad, and this new air in the WGTT continues with the outcome. Bon start.

This Is Exile ft. Christian? People on PPV posters always mean something, so this means...

You built Lashley/Joe slowly at the beginning but the psychological element of the contest was actually portrayed very well. It wasn't the way I was expecting you to go for an immediate brawling bout, but the pair attempting to surprise and out-wrestle the other in the early going was a breath of fresh air. Again, I was surprised that you mixed the brawling and the wrestling quite as intricately as you did, seeing as you had small stretches of brawling, then small stretches of more technical moves... as I say, not what I was expecting from this match, but make no mistake, I really enjoyed reading the back-and-forth, no matter the theme you applied to it, and needless to say the Elbow Suicida through the barricade was just GODLY, a real treat for the fans and a cute nod to the Spear from weeks before. The nearfalls after that held some good drama but as a reader it was all about the finish, the Spear missing into the steel post, the Island Driver and the immediate Clutch to show Joe's ruthless attitude. Lashley fading out is the ideal middle ground between saving him from a genuine loss ("I wasn't pinned and I didn't submit") while still making Joe look like a badass by claiming such a big scalp in such a fierce way. The post-match 'celebration' makes him look like a don, and undoubtedly he's headed for Jericho now.

Has to be said, I don't understand the point of having Miz and Romero's switching if Punk was never going to say anything to either of them, but nonetheless it sets us up well for Punk's big match - my only thought is if he might have done it to a single interviewer.

"We've already seen un explosive action" Joey Styles? Not sure if that's what you were going for, unless Joey is vastly underselling his own product. The chemistry between JBL and Styles is, as ever, tremendous, by the way.

Very intelligent use of the VP based on the zodiac here, just beautifully written and thought out. CM Punk has been one of your finest characters, built as the heartfelt underdog, and it has to be said, JBL's consistent arguments against him could set up for a killer feud between them if you ever wanted it. Regardless, to the feud at hand, with Hassan solidifying himself as a real force in the midcard with his heelish entrance on the throne – very much continuing the supreme arrogance that has taken him through the thread to this point so far. I agree with one of the other reviewers (Mac?) in that Punk's aggressive stance going into the match was the right decision, but you lost some of that with the sarcastic comment from Punk, seeing as we're not looking for 'pipebomb' Punk, we're looking for 'clobberin' Punk. Other than that, you delivered exactly what I was hoping for and more - the underlying theme of Punk getting close, only to have it snatched away every time, worked really well (i.e. the GTS with Hassan to the outside on impact); a theme that worked well in conjunction with the feud in general. Things like the fans stomping their feet to Miseria Cantare was the kind of thing I liked more than the 'get up you bastard' comments. In a way, these small nods to Punk's struggles on the independent circuit personify his AOW character far more than any words really could in this environment - and I'm someone who lathers everything in unnecessary dialogue. The moment with the Mercs was perfect story-wise, just to give Hassan his comeuppance and close out the 'money' part of this particular story (at least until the Mercs start using it for something?), but with the crowd going so hot after that, I think a nearfall would have been a better way to shift the focus back to Hassan, possibly after a big kick or something. Punk being immediately reversed felt a little too much like the Mercs angle hadn't affected Hassan at all. The ref, like all wrestling refs, is made of glass, so it's no surprise he stayed down for all of that, and in effect I can't believe I didn't call the blood in this one, seeing as you wanted to go all out for these two to have a big pay-off. The storyline element of this match continued to be executed beautifully with the nods to Storm's own reckoning, including the Superkick in there just for good measure. Of course, you weren't going to ignore the back work and just end it with a 'look how resilient he is' Go To Sleep, so this was the perfect time to bring in the Pepsi Plunge, and a fitting conclusion to a tremendous match, a tremendous story. I've had the odd concern at times in the feud, but in hindsight it's been a cracking storyline at just about every turn and you finished it off brilliantly here. Massive props for proving that there's nothing wrong with Booking 101.

Tyler Black in a very different role to how I plan to use him - sounds like another challenge On topic, the VP's eerie, dark feel worked nicely to paint him as a valuable heel (or tweener "nothing is black and white") on the AOW roster.

Bit odd to have RVD labelled as 'RVD' whilst he's saying "I'm not RVD", if that makes sense. The aggression reminds me a little of RVD in cp954's thread at the moment, and I like that neither of you are just keeping happy-go-lucky Rob Van Dam around but looking to give him more depth. Shouting at the crowd was another level to this development. It was so hard for me to take Finlay seriously when I was imagining him wearing Bane's mask from the new Batman film, especially when he said "I wanted to break you" and then "NO! Rob Van Dam doesn’t die until I say he does!" I nearly died. All it needed, as my prediction said, was "You have my permission to die" and it would have been set. Still, I'm happy we're moving on from the cryptic RVD promos and finally getting to the actual meat of the Finlay/RVD issue, because that match, when it swings around, is going to be great. Promo was surprisingly short but when you have RVD in such a haunted state and the talk-is-cheap Finlay around, I wasn't expecting a marathon. Good stuff.

I was hoping you might bring Kofi in closer to his modern character, rather than his foreign character, but you've sort of gone with a mixture of the two here, gelling his foreign heritage with his desire for wrestling recognition. Frankly, he's such a huge talent in my eyes that I don't mind, as long as he gets plenty of mic time and he doesn't go around smiling at everyone like Evan Bourne. It doesn't need saying but your VPs have been excellent all night.

Again in the main event, the nods to other wrestlers and the story in general stand out. Jericho, unlike Punk earlier, is the kind of man whose character leans more towards the outlandish in-match comments, including the doubting shots whether HBK is 'worthy' enough to stay in this company, so I liked that. Similarly, the chops for Flair and the Sharpshooter for Hart were testament to men who have played their own part in HBK's past (even if HBK wouldn't have made Flair retire by this point in time), my only concern being that both Punk and HBK have done this, drawing from their inspirations and their past in their matches; that's fine, it's just that the matches are right next to each other, meaning it's easy to draw the comparison. Regardless, you played off HBK's furious desire to keep his career alive with the near countouts, near submissions and of course the back-and-forth pinning combinations, all combining to really prove that HBK wants this more than anything. It shows he's not just fighting for a title, but for much more than that. Doane's involvement was a nice touch considering his ambitions to join the Legion, and Danielson's appearance keeps him in the viewer's mind as well as showing that HBK is not truly alone - again, that's a feel-good moment for Michaels there. Super Codebreaker in mid-air was one of your spots of the night based on the back-and-forth nature of the match alone, and the Liontamer making Jericho look like a heartless bastard to boot, but as much as Torrie Wilson's appearance makes me chuffed to bits for a Christian return, I started to raise the dreaded 'overbooking' worry at this point. Heyman's involvement worried me further, but as soon as he didn't count the fall I began to think "Someone has to save this company" and that actually is about as good as it gets in terms of reader reaction. Like TNA with using (and kicking out of) multiple finishers, I wonder if, had AOW been a real company, people would begin to know the company for its main events in this aspect - certainly you hovered by the line of overbooking last time and again you ran the risk here tonight. Definitely think you should try to get a clean match/finish into your next PPV/supershow main event if you can envisage that, but I can't argue with the storyline of the main event booking. I'd point you towards a few of those similarities between HBK/Jericho and Punk/Hassan perhaps, hence why I guessed you might kick the show off with the latter, but these are only minor criticisms and I want to stress as much as I can over an internet forum that I thought you did a great job here.

Okay, so overall: this was a very strong showing. Did I prefer World Ablaze? Yes, but only marginally, the Lashley/Christian double turn sealing the deal for me. Match of the night goes to the glorious pay-off to Punk/Hassan, but take nothing away from your chaotic main event, nor the opening two matches which continued their stories nicely and gave us a good show in both cases. I expected nothing less from RVD and Finlay, and all in all, I got what I came for and MORE, considering the quality of the matches. Your VPs were written in an intelligent manner and the incoming debuts of Black and Kingston will only add to this brilliant cast of characters. As mentioned above (again, probably iMac's keen eye) it's your knowledge of sensible storytelling that really grips me when I'm reading, characterised mostly in your little nods to previous events in the feud to make sure every little action means that much more. It's really a good skill to have. Losing HBK through this screwjob opens up the new challenge from Joe or finally the return of Christian, however you play that out, and with Heyman going full-on heel here tonight, it opens the door for Foley to try to stem the flow of HeymanTerror and join Christian to lead the saving of the company, preferably as I always hoped, in STABLE WAAAAAR fashion, splitting the company into two sides, right down to its announcers. Ah, the possibilities you have in front of you. Surprised to see the possible losses of Lashley/Wright/Hassan, three of your main heels, but we'll see how it plays out. Very good job here my man, it was bon. The King approves.

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




1.2.08

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

“Punishment and Reward”



AOW rings in the New Year the same way it ended – with Chris Jericho standing tall as the AOW Champion. With Jericho and Shawn Michaels delivering a legendary battle at A Very Merry War, it was in fact Jericho who used his puppetmaster strings in the most unfathomable way possible – by roping in the AOW Owner, Paul Heyman. With Jericho still ruling on high as AOW Champion and now with Heyman apparently in his back pocket, Paul Heyman has granted Chris Jericho control for the evening. With everyone who has opposed Jericho either removed from the picture of questioning their own sanity, could this truly be the beginning of an entirely new era of professional wrestling in the Worthy Utopia…?

…but how did Jericho manage to get the AOW Owner behind him when the two have had a rocky relationship at best? What exactly are Heyman’s motives in all this? Why did he assist in the unceremonious retirement of Shawn Michaels? Paul E. Dangerously has never been a man to turn down an audience, nor remain soft spoken. While Jericho seeks to take over this week with an iron fist, Paul Heyman has granted himself his own time to explain why he did what he did to the iconic career of the Showstopper. This week, Paul Heyman speaks and tells us why.

In sight of last week’s somewhat ominous circumstances, there were still a few bright spots, perhaps the brightest being the crowning of a brand new AOW Dynasty Champion in CM Punk. Punk went through hell and highwater to get the title from Muhammad Hassan, but a man as crafty as Muhammad, one has to figure, has some sort of back-up plan. Opposite of CM Punk this week is a newcomer to AOW in Carlito Colon, who made a rather impressive debut two weeks ago. But his comments regarding Super Crazy and the Hispanic heritage have gotten quite a few people in a tizzy. Now, Carlito starts on a path polar opposite to that of Punk’s scratch-and-claw nature to the top because in only his second match ever on Oblivion, he’ll face the new Dynasty Champion.

Samoa Joe still has Jericho on his radar and isn’t letting up, Finlay has the head of the man we once knew as RVD resting on his laurels, and what’s next for the World’s Greatest Tag Team? All this and even more on the first ever edition of AOW Oblivion in the year 2008, on 9/8c on FX!!



.:Confirmed for Oblivion:.

Chris Jericho makes a decree


*NEW* AOW Dynasty Champion CM Punk v. Carlito Colon


PLUS…


Paul Heyman explains his actions




Not the greatest preview ever, but motivation has gotten to me the last month. I haven't reviewed anyone, nor have I had a whole lot of gusto to write a whole lot, so my apologies to everyone that I desperately owe, several of you I've been indebted to for months. I don't think I'm burnt out, but I do feel like I'm lagging a little. That and that I'm overthinking a ton of stuff right now. University starts back this week, but it shouldn't make me slower than certain slothful kings (). But show should be up midweek sometime.

Also updated the opening post if anyone wants to get caught up on a few things. And with a title change, a title archive is also in the works. Oh, and congrats to iMac for getting a damn near perfect score on his predictions. Credits should be in the mail soon.




CUTENESS²

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1.2.08

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

“Punishment and Reward”



There’s no video package, no upbeat music, nothing theatrical. All we open to is a scene we’re all too familiar with – the cold open with The Worthy Legion standing alongside in the ring to a heavy amount of heat. AOW Champion Chris Jericho is standing in a full on suit and tie with the most smug look we’ve ever seen on his face, rivaled only by the show after World Abalze. And much like that show, flanking him to his left and right are Paul “The Great” Wright and Bobby Lashley, respectively. Lashley is wearing a suit matching Jericho’s down to the tie, while Wright is still in his large black singlet, looking as stoic and menacing as ever. Jericho slowly raises his microphone to his lips to the still drowning heat…

Chris Jericho:
My name is Chris Jericho. I am still your Worthy Champion. And I am a Master of War.

~EVEN MORE heat

Chris Jericho:
And standing before you is your Worthy Legion very much intact.

~Jericho smirks as he absorbs even more heat

Chris Jericho:
You degenerates can antagonize me all you want, but the facts are simple – I am still alive and standing here, my Legion is still alive and standing here, but your heroes are dead and I killed them!!

~Unbelievable amount of further heat as Jericho roars that into the microphone before developing into a smile and a laugh

Chris Jericho:
Let us count the legs, shall we gents? Mick Foley – gone. Christian Cage – exiled. Rob Van Dam – driven insane. And the latest man on the docket in Shawn Michaels…

~Jericho pauses dramatically as he counts on his fingers

Chris Jericho:
…is forcibly retired. And it’s all because of my intricate plans…and possibly a little help from friends in high places.

~A great deal of heat still pours on as Jericho’s smug mug grows wider

Chris Jericho:
But while my higher-up friends wish to speak to you all separately, tonight is a night to usher in a new era of Art of War Wrestling. Tonight, the reigns of prosperity are finally in fit hands – mine. See, I assisted Paul Heyman in something he’s wanted for a long time, so he has rewarded me, his fit and worthy champion, with the ability to make a few of my own calls tonight.

~More heat, while Joey Styles makes his first squeak of the night with an “oh no…”

Chris Jericho:
So tonight, this Master of War and his comrades will usher our own rewards…as well as our own punishments.

~Jericho smirks with even more pride as he pauses

Chris Jericho:
The Worthy Legion is a living, breathing organism that will bring a brand new wrestling utopia. And as a living being, we the Legion need to evolve. We need to grow. So right now, I am going to rightfully reward a man who has earned his place among our ranks.


Jericho and his fellow stablemates look towards the entrance ramp where we hear “I AM THE FUTURE”, where we see Ken Doane walk down the ramp to the most heat he’s had thus far in his AOW career. Doane has a makeshift Jericho walk going on, holding his nose high, but keeping his very cocky flair about him. He has the utmost pride in his step as he damn near leaps into the ring, but lowers his head once he meets Jericho, possibly as a sign of subjectivity, but it could also be that Doane is taller than Jericho otherwise. Whatever the reason, Doane bows his head as though he were in the presence of royalty.

Chris Jericho:
Kenneth Doane. It is time you take your place among a league of greatness.

~As the crowd watches on, Doane gets on one knee before Jericho

Chris Jericho:
I have studied many conquerors over the years. Over the course of world history, I have noticed one disturbing trend they all share that leads to the fall of their empires – they do not choose an heir. They refuse to name someone to carry on their greatness. But that is where I will mend that hole. Because tonight, I name the future of not just AOW, but the world of professional wrestling

~Doane can’t help but smirk to himself as he kneels

Chris Jericho:
So on this day, the second night of the year two thousand and eight, Kenneth Doane, due to your merits in helping me rid AOW of the evil that is Shawn Michaels, I hereby accept you into the Worthy Legion. Now stand and state your name and title.

~Doane finally stands, taking the microphone from Jericho momentarily

Doane:
My name is Kenneth Doane. And I am a worthy man.

~Jericho applauds and is the only one in the world doing so, as the crowd throws heat and Wright and Lashley remain unmoved

Chris Jericho:
Indeed you are, Kenneth. But as you have been rewarded, I also have to deliver the righteous hand of punishment for those who dare stand in my way. Which brings me to the next person I wish to see step forth. Bobby Lashley, if you would please.

~Lashley’s emotion doesn’t change, as we can see his jaw muscles momentarily clench when he stares at Jericho. The crowd continues their restlessness when they see Lashley step even with Jericho now

Chris Jericho:
Lashley. Bobby, my dearest disciple. My Perfect Warrior.

~Jericho inexplicably SLAPS LASHLEY ACROSS THE FACE. The crowd ‘ooohs’ along the smacking sound, as Lashley slowly turns his head bad towards Jericho with a very distasteful look on his face, Jericho’s confident smirk changing to his signature scowl

Chris Jericho:
Being the Perfect Warrior requires flawlessness. It requires the utmost display of worth. But Lashley, last week you lost. You fell to the hands of Samoa Joe. You tapped out like a subservient being. You –

~Lashley grabs the mic from under Jericho’s hand

Lashley:
I…never…tapped. The result was not in my power. Because trust me, if it was, I would have brought you Samoa Joe tonight as a trophy.

~Lashley shoves the microphone back against Jericho’s chest, making a booming noise as he does so. Jericho’s scowl becomes a momentary look of fear, as Lashley turns back to join the ranks with the rest of the Legion. But just as he turns, Jericho stops him –

Chris Jericho:
Very well, Lashley. I do not tolerate failure, but I am more than happy to continually punish as well as appropriately redeem. And I love killing two birds with one stone. So the next person I want to come down here for their actions…Miss Torrie Wilson, if you please?

~Jericho motions back towards the entrance stage, where there’s a moment of hush…but soon we hear the triumphant trumpets of “FINAL COUNTDOWN” blare over the sound system and Cruiserweight Champion Bryan Danielson comes bursting through the curtain, finally giving the crowd a reason to pop, with a microphone in his hand, marching down the ramp

Danielson:
STOP THIS!! STOP THIS RIGHT NOW, JERICHO!!

~Jericho’s face has gone from triumphant to disgusted as he stares down Danielson

Danielson
:
Y’know, I’m not a guy who usually comes out here and flaps his gums like you do. I let my wrestling do all of my talking. But this is enough. You’ve made plan after plan, schemed your way to the top, and now you’re planning on preying on a defenseless woman? I won’t have it anymore! You hear me, Jericho? NONE OF IT!

~Danielson is more intense and angry than we’ve ever seen him, the vein in his head throbbing. He’s stopped at the base of the entrance ramp, basically screaming at Jericho

Chris Jericho:
And just what are you going to do about it you tapeworm? I said it before and I’ll say it again – your hero is dead. Get your unworthy ass away from my ring! I’m in charge tonight!

Danielson:
Okay, so you’re in charge tonight, huh? You say you’re a worthy leader? Then what’s my punishment? Huh? I know you’ve got something for me. But I don’t care what you’ve got for me. I’ll beat it. Hell, I’ll even take Torrie Wilson’s place. Because I should’ve taken Shawn Michaels’ place last night.

~Jericho’s scowl turns blank as the crowd buzzes on that statement

Danielson
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It’s true – I’ve always been mad at Shawn Michaels for never seeing a match of mine. For not doing what he should’ve years ago. But I’ve busted my ass for weeks trying to keep him here. I should’ve been the one who took what he did. It should’ve been me that had to go into early retirement. But I can’t hold my tongue any longer. Whatever you want to throw at me, I’ll take it. I’ll take everybody’s so-called punishment if I need to. This ends tonight, Jericho.

~Jericho stares a hole through Danielson, as does all of his stable, while the crowd is all for Danielson at this point

Chris Jericho:
Know your place, junior. I don’t care how much guts or heart you want these easily influenced sheep to think you have coming out here and talking to me like that, but you of all people will not issue me ANY kind of ultimatum. The Worthy Legion, my worthy reign…neither of them will ever end.

~The heat goes back on Jericho

Chris Jericho:
But I do agree with some things you said. This is getting old. Something has to end tonight. And one way or another, that one thing is going to be you getting in my way.

~Jericho’s face morphs back into a smirk

Chris Jericho:
So you say you wanted to take Shawn Michaels’ place last week? Well big shot, tonight’s your chance. You don’t have to provoke me or trick me into getting what you want outta me. I’ll do it with my own bare hands. So you want a shot at me, is that it?

Danielson:
That’s exactly what I want.

Chris Jericho:
Then you got it. Tonight, you go one on one…with me.

~Jericho finally gets a pop

Danielson:
Why stop there, Jericho? I said I wanted to be in Michaels’ place. Why not give me the same shot he got, huh? How about we make our match for the AOW Championship? Prove just how ‘worthy’ you are!

~The pop gets bigger on that notion

Chris Jericho:
You’re on, junior.

~The crowd pops hotter than they have in a long time

Chris Jericho:
But I end you tonight, Danielson. I will make an example out of you as a message to everyone in that locker room who dare oppose the unbridled might of my Legion that all you see before you is invincible. This world is mine. And it will begin with you.

~We hear Danielson mouth under his breath “We’ll see about that” as he stares back at Danielson, the entire Legion not sure if Jericho’s doing the right thing. The crowd is popping hard as Danielson’s music triumphantly blares behind him


Joey Styles:
An ominous beginning to this edition of AOW Oblivion just turned into one incredible announcement! One week after the man he idolized in Shawn Michaels was forced into early retirement, Bryan Danielson, our Cruiserweight Champion, will take on Chris Jericho and attempt to do what no one’s been able to do yet – dethrone him as the AOW Champion!

JBL:
He’s not gonna attempt a damn thing! You gust said it – nobody’s ever been able to do it!! Michaels couldn’t, Van Dam couldn’t, what makes you think this doofus can?

Joey Styles:
He’s no doofus, Bradshaw! He’s the AOW Cruiserweight Champion! He knows what it takes to win gold!

JBL:
Oh, so he’s the tallest midget on the roster. Big whoop.

Joey Styles:
Well, welcome to the first AOW Oblivion of the year 2008 and we will indeed get the New Year kicked off with an incredible bang, because we’re gonna kick it off the same way we ended the last year – with an AOW Championship match!

JBL:
Pipe down, Nancy. We’ve got bigger fish to fry than some little twerp who got his way.

Joey Styles:
The name’s Joey, partner, but indeed we have a big line-up behind that title match later tonight – last week at a Very Merry War, Chris Jericho did indeed defeat Shawn Michaels, but he had a little help from the owner of AOW, Paul Heyman. Tonight, Paul Heyman takes time to explain why he did what he did. But we could crown a new champion tonight!


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**



We return from the rampant opening when we hear “MISERE CANTARE – THE BEGINNING” blare across the arena, the brand new Dynasty Champion CM Punk bursting through the curtain to a huge pop, spinning with the title in his hand in excitement before remembering he has a tender back. Punk almost comically tends to his worked over lower back that forces him to a knee and proclaim the time before continuing down the ramp and celebrating in the ring with his Dynasty title proudly held high.

The mood shifts when “QUIEN SOY YO” goes over the airwaves, the crowd possibly still not used to the music, but once they get a look at the man who soon comes through the curtain in Carlito Colon. Only his second appearance for the company and he’s already got a match with the Dynasty Champion. He’s taking in that huge fact, coming down the ramp at his own pace, his white blazer on again, bouncing his apple in his hand before setting it down on the steel ring steps and getting into the ring before throwing his blazer of the ropes and to the floor.

OPENING CONTEST
~Non-title~
Dynasty Champion CM Punk
v.
Carlito Colon


The first two minutes of the contest see both men trading the upper hand, but soon Carlito does the heel thing and starts to expose Punk’s still sore lower back. The new Dynasty Champion has to immediately pony up and essentially do the same thing he did last week and have to defend his spine. When Punk gets pissed that Carlito keeps clubbing him in the spine, he goes for the quick roundhouse, but Carlito has Punk well-scouted and dodges the move quickly and dips out of the ring. Carlito points to his temple, citing that he’s ahead of the game. Punk isn’t very pleased and is prepared to deliver a plancha onto ‘lito, but Carlito is quick to dive back into the ring when he sees Punk gearing up for it. This catches Punk off a little, giving Carlito time to get Punk and ram him into the turnbuckle. As Carlito shoves his shoulders into Punk’s gut several times, he walks out a bit to make space and run right back at Punk, but the ever ready new champ dodges and dives over Carlito to wrap him into a sunset flip for the first pinfall – 1…2…NO!! Carlito rolls out, but then proceeds to dropkick Punk in the jaw!!

Carlito goes back on the offense here and stays that way after a quick snap suplex and his first cover – 1…2…NO!! Punk has more than that left in the tank. Carlito isn’t pleased, dragging Punk to his feet and hitting him with a few hard forearms before throwing him into the opposite rope. When Punk rebounds, Carlito lies flat and lifts him up and over with the monkey flip that we haven’t seen him use yet, but he then tries to cover Punk again – 1…2…NO!! Punk kicks out, still tending to his back. Carlito takes note of this and puts a knee into the small of Punk’s back and wrenches a chinlock on him, forcing Punk’s neck to snap back. The crowd claps for Punk to get back into this thing, and as soon as Punk gets back to his feet and has a means of escaping, he breaks Carlito’s rest hold and hits him with a nice swinging neckbreaker! Punk with another cover here – 1…2…NO!! ‘Lito wants to further prove himself!

When Carlito gets back to his feet, he does so with the help of the turnbuckle, leaving Punk a moment to tend to his back once again. But when he sees Carlito stuck in the corner, the launches at him and strikes his face in with the running corner knee! Punk then points back out and finishes the combo…running bulldog!! Punk looks like he’s ready, the look in his eyes saying it’s time to put Carlito away. As he awaits Colon getting to his feet, he approaches him and sets him up for the GTS, but Carlito is able to grab onto the nearby top rope and prevent Punk from doing anything. Punk tries to yank Colon away, but Carlito manages to use the ropes to pull himself off and position himself behind Punk…BACKCRACKER!! BACKCRACKER!! Carlito nails the Dynasty Champion with his finisher, but with Punk so close to the ropes, he’s hit with the move and rolls out of the ring!

Punk’s back may be back to decimated condition, but Carlito can’t capitalize on it! He pounds his fist into the mat before rabidly climbing through the ropes, getting Punk, and chunking him underneath the ropes back into the ring. Carlito now lies in wait as Punk grips his lower back and struggles to get to his feet, having to grip the nearby ropes to do so. Carlito jumps on Punk for a second BACKCRACKER…NO!! Punk grips tightly onto the ropes and forces ‘lito to go down, his big poofy hair whiplashing violently off the canvas. Punk takes the opportunity to catch Carlito’s legs and make Colon beg him to stop, but Punk rears back and catapults Carlito jaw first into the iron post!! As Carlito reels back, he’s caught…IN THE ANACONDA VICE!!

The native Puerto Rican is caught in the big Vice, but he squirms around enough once he’s planted to hook a leg underneath the bottom rope and he slides right out from under the submission to the outside. The crowd throws heat as Carlito and his Caribbean hairdo rub his jaw while walking away from the ring. Punk goes to try and chase him, but referee Ray Ramsey gets in his way and tells him to stop. Carlito starts walking backwards up the ramp, pointing at Punk and saying “No! Carlito is better than this!” But while Carlito has his back turned to the ramp, the crowd starts buzzing, as The Mexicools – Super Crazy and Psicosis run in and chunk Carlito back under the ring!! ‘lito is absolutely bewildered as he looks behind him to see two cackling Mexicans. He turns back to an undistracted Punk who lifts Carlito up before quickly dropping him on the knee before his back gives out again – GTS!! GTS CONNECTS!! The cover – 1…2…3…!!!

Winner: CM Punk at (7:08)

Punk rolls off and is handed his Dynasty title, still gripping his back from the onslaught it took a week ago. As he rolls out of the ring, Carlito is left to rub his chin and still be confused, looking out and seeing Crazy and Psicosis, who are laughing like they don’t have any kind of manners, pointing at the puffy haired Puerto Rican as they go back up the ramp


JBL:
What the hell is goin’ on here?? First, that jackass wins the Dynasty title, then that damn midget gets a title shot, an’ now this? I thought this was supposed to be the night Chris Jericho’s utopia took shape! This is ridiculous!

Joey Styles:
Well, this is the first time we’ve seen Psicosis in several weeks, but The Mexicools obviously taking offense to Carlito Colon’s comments that he made over on our website, saying they’re misrepresentations of the proud Hispanic people.

JBL:
And they are. Carlito is right, an’ those Mexicools just swooped in there an’ took away a win from him an’ did their stereotypes no justice. But is this our new Dynasty Champion? A man who will, tongue-in-cheek, take a tainted win like that? Hey, Punk! Why ain’t you flappin’ your gums now, huh?

Joey Styles:
John, stay in your seat. You’re always saying I’m a hooligan for getting worked up. So sit down you hardcore Republican hooligan. We’re here to commentate, not go after competitors.

JBL:
I’m not here to just commentate, you bafoon. I’m here to bless these people with an insight. You’re ho-hum Joey Styles who is only sittin’ next to me ‘cause you had a soundbite-right catchphrase the production crew just gets giddy over. I, on the other hand, am a Commentator GAWD.

Joey Styles:
Oh my goodness. Well before I take these cords back here and test this “GOD’s” immortality, coming up later tonight, we’ve got Paul Heyman telling us why he did what he did in the main event of A Very Merry War. But even later tonight, we have the absolutely HUGE AOW Championship match – Chris Jericho taking on Bryan Danielson in a contest that could determine the future of the AOW locker room. And we go to break congratulating our new Dynasty Champion CM Punk on a hard-fought win.

JBL:
Gimmie a break before I break you.



~Backstage, the Green Zone interview set…


Steve Romero:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with my guest at this time, the Man Who Loves to Fight…Finlay!

~Finlay enters from the right side of our screens with his usual stoic look and garnering even more heat from the crowd

Steve Romero
:
Finlay, I appreciate you being here, but I think what’s on everybody’s mind is why –

~Finlay snatches the microphone while its still in Romero’s hand

Finlay:
Why I’m not AOW Champion?

Steve Romero:
Um…no, I was gonna ask you about Rob Van Dam.

Finlay:
Maybe you didn’t hear last week, boy. But that man said from his own lips that he’s dead. And he was broken before your very eyes by me, laddie.

Steve Romero:
He seemed very much alive to me, Finlay.

~Finlay stares coldly at Romero

Finlay:
Rob Van Dam is no more. Now I have bigger fish to fry. You wanna know some trivia, lad?

Steve Romero:
Not really, but –

Finlay:
I have yet to be pinned or submitted since I’ve been here in AOW. And now that those glory hoggers are out of the picture, I think it’s time I got the shot I deserve.

~Finlay walks away, leaving Romero pretty choked up…


Quote:
**Video Package**

We’re introduced back to the hustle and bustle of the New York city life, several fast forwarding shots of people crowding Times Square in droves, taxis stopping and starting in blurs that go on down the streets. It doesn’t seem like anything out of the ordinary until everything stays fast forwarding…but we focus on a figure in a full on workout outfit – black sweatpants and a black hoodie. The man is the only thing going in slow motion as he’s jogging, while everything else is going very quickly past him. He man has his hood up, so we can’t see his face, but we can see the bottom portion of his face, showing us an African American male with some impressive facial hair. We also get to hear that the man has a very tropical accent…

Hooded Man:
I’ve come a long way just to be here.


We flash to a shot behind the man, revealing that the back of his hoodie has the flag of Jamaica on it

Hooded Man:
Born from a Ghanaian noble father an’ a Jamaican royal blood mother, I know luxury an’ I know what the easy way looks like.


We flash back to the side of the slowly jogging Jamaican/Ghanaian crossbreed, the city still swarming around him

Hooded Man:
If there’s one t’ing I didn’t want, it was doin’ not’ing, but havin’ everyt’ing.


We continue to follow him, but as we do, it appears storm clouds gather above

Hooded Man:
I escaped dat life because here, I was promised somet’ing more. An’ I want it. No matta the storm.


The skies open up, letting rushed rain fall down on the fast motion city folks, many of them now clearing the streets, but our slow joggin’ hooded man stays the same pace, the raindrops not seeming to touch him

Hooded Man:
I’m here because I was promised competition. I’m here because I was promised wrestling greatness.


The hooded man suddenly stops jogging…because in front of him is a little boy with a baseball cap and glove on, face splattered by the rain…

Hooded Man:
I’m here because I want betta.


On that note, the hooded man unzips his hoodie, revealing a very nice physique, but then he reaches into his inside pocket and pulls out…a muddy baseball. He hands it to the little boy, whose face lights up, even in the rain. He runs off, everything around the hooded man seeming to go in slow motion now as he seems to be in regular motion. He looks up from where he’s standing, taking off his hood to get a good look at what’s in front of him and us to get a good look at his falling dreadlocks.

Hooded Man:
I’m here because I want to be the best. An’ I’ve come from the corners of the Earth to prove it.


The final image we get is that of this man staring up in the rain at the building before him…being none other than the Hammerstein Ballroom. The man flashes a very bright and accomplished smile before we cut away to a black screen –

KOFI KINGSTON
COMING SOON TO AOW…



**End Package**

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


~Backstage, in the halls…

We return again backstage, this time in the hals halls, where we see Paul Burchill and Brent Albright, The Mercenaries, standing near an open briefcase. They seem to be counting the last bits of money that was in it, which Burchill counting off before dropping the bills in the briefcase and closing it.


Burchill:
And that, mate, is what $50,000 smart dollars looks like.

Albright:
Add the fifteen grand we got from Hassan before the match? We might be able to hire guys to do our work.

Burchill:
Hey, don’t get ahead of yourself, mate. We don’t do this because we have to. We do this because we just love tearing blokes apart.

Albright:
True…but that guy we saw last week…he said we could make more money with him than any of this. What was that all about?

~Before Burchill can answer the question, Carlito Colon walks by, gripping his neck and looking very much pissed. He takes notice of The Mercs and approaches them

Carlito:
Hey! Jou’re de guys dat do work for money, right?

Burchill:
Depends. Who’s asking?

Carlito:
Carlito isn’t asking. Carlito is demanding dat someone do something about what jus’ happened!

Burchill:
Oh. Your Mexicools problem. Well, for the right price, mate, we might be able to solve that problem for you.

Carlito:
So it is ju guys. Carlito will pay any price. Jus’ get dose two off Carlito’s back. Got it?

Albright:
We only speak one language, amigo.

~Albright rubs his fingers together, signifying ‘money’

Burchll:
But show us the money, and we’ll make’em sing.

~Carlito’s look goes from angry and frustrated to a very sinister smile as we fade away…


~Back at ringside…


We return to Oblivion where “MAD MAN” goes across the speakers with its nearly unbearable Arab chanting as the former AOW Dynasty Champion Muhammad Hassan bursts through the curtain and storms down the ramp and is announced. He does not have a happy look on his face, as Joey Styles points out immediately. His scowl is damn near unbearable, even pushing over the cameraman that seems to be following him down the ramp. As he approaches the ring, Tony Chimel anti-climactically introduces his opponent who was already in the ring, being announced as a local wrestler by the name of Blake Kershaw. He looks as undistinguishable as can be, simply raising a hand when announced.

MATCH 2
Muhammad Hassan
v.

LOCAL WRESTLER~!! Blake Kershaw


Hassan doesn’t even give this kid any time to breathe. Instead, he immediately beheads him with a clothesline. Once the kid is down, Hassan’s snarl doesn’t get any smaller, stomping the living shit out of the kid before bringing him back to his feet and forces him into a corner where he takes a few steps back and gives him a massive corner clothesline. Kershaw comes stumbling out of the corner right into Hassan’s grip, before being thrown over his head with the overhead belly to belly suplex. It’s obvious that Hassan is gonna channel all of his anger out of the local guy, forcing him back to his feet before hoisting him up and nailing the backdrop backbreaker!! The young man’s spine is torn apart on the impact, but he sells it quite well. But Hassan’s rage is not quenched in the least just yet, taking Kershaw and getting him from behind before swinging over with the Finishing Touch, damn near decapitating the young man. Hassan sits on top of him for a brief moment and allowing us all to see the deep look of seething rage on his face.

He lifts himself off of the kid and stands staring around him; absorbing all the heat he’s getting for dismantling this defenseless kid. He shows how much he cares by spitting in the crowd’s direction. Hassan roams around a little more while the kid struggles to get to his feet, needing to use the ropes to do so. As soon as he’s hit a somewhat vertical base, Hassan stomps over to the kid and wraps one arm around his head, before giving a dramatic pause…and driving the kid’s face into the canvas with the reverse STO. As he does so, the crowd loses any air they had for the kid as Hassan gets back to his feet and opens his arms, looking towards the sky. The crowd delivers one more shot of heat at him, but it’s in vain, as Hassan squats hard on Kershaw’s back and locks him in the Camel Clutch, yanking his body apart, and forcing the kid to do nothing but tap.

Winner: Muhammad Hassan at (2:20)

Hassan lifts himself off of the kid’s body, throwing his face into the canvas as he does so. As the ref rushes to check on him, Hassan roams over to the ropes and asks for a microphone, to which he is obliged. He takes the microphone and walks to the center of the ring with it, the same unpleased scowl on his face


Hassan:
Last week, I was robbed of my Dynasty Championship. Not just by some street rat, but by this country as well!

~The crowd throws Hassan even more heat

Hassan:
The economic downturn in this country caused by you ordinary people caused me to lose a great deal of my hard-earned wealth. And because I was focused on that, I could not keep my mind straight in my title match with CM Punk.

~Even more heat for the shots at the US, as well as his incredibly lame excuse

Hassan:
But through the graciousness of Paul Heyman, I have been granted a rematch for a title I should never have lost! And this time, CM Punk, I can assure you that you will not make your way out of the sewers this time!

~Even more heat for Hassan as he throws down his microphone in pure anger, opening his arms to the sky once more before making his way back out the ring

Joey Styles:
Well, Muhammad Hassan thoroughly making his emotions be heard dismantling that young man in the ring and now, announcing that he has been granted a rematch –

JBL:
As he damn well should!

Joey Styles:
Oh my goodness…

JBL:
Don’t you stick your face in your palm at me, you bozo! Muhammad Hassan was a distracted man last week who should have never been dethroned from his rightful place as Dynasty Champion.

Joey Styles:
Oh, and I suppose the rich have to support each other? Honor among thieves, is that it? Which begs the question of how much did you lose in the stock market, Jibbles?

JBL:
It has nothin’ to do with that, Joey.

Joey Styles:
Right, it’s just got everything to do with how much you hate CM Punk.

JBL:
I am being an unbiased commentator calling it how it is. I do not think a man should be punished for his personal troubles such as his finances.

Joey Styles:
Oh yeah. Hassan was so distracted last week when he was plotting with The Mercenaries. Or when he was so focused on destroying CM Punk’s back. I guess he deserves the slightest bit of pity from us.

JBL:
I’m glad you see it my way.

Joey Styles:
Of course you can’t comprehend sarcasm. Nonetheless, Punk has a title match on the horizon with that man, but coming up later on tonight, we have a title match right around the corner! Chris Jericho will defend his AOW Championship against the man who opposed him earlier tonight in Bryan Danielson! Many have been questioning Jericho all night in this match Jericho made himself, but will he be able to strike down the defiant Cruiserweight Champion?

JBL:
That’s later on tonight, but right on after this, we’ve got somethin’ everybody’s been askin’ for the last week.

Joey Styles:
That’s right partner. On the other side of the break, we’ve got Paul Heyman finally answering the question of why he did what he did at A Very Merry War, siding with Chris Jericho, and sending Shawn Michaels to an early retirement. The owner of AOW speaks when we return.



Quote:
**Video Package**

We reach a black screen that soon comes to life in a desolate area in harsh sunrise, beckoning, no sound, until we hear a narrator

Narrator:
In the beginning…


As he speaks, the day seems to fast forward, the sun getting higher and higher in the sky

Narrator:
Light and darkness were separated


The day continues to be fast forwarded until the sun goes down, the moon rising in its place

Narrator:
Only one can exist while the other fades away.


The desolate place’s sand begins to swirl, conjuring images of AOW thus far, the first one of Shelton Benjamin suplexing London off a ladder…

Narrator:
But on February 3rd, 2008…


The sands swirl again, Jericho locking Michaels in the Liontamer, followed quickly by Finlay and Joe battling atop the Hammerstein Balcony

Narrator:
The light and dark shall clash once more…


Our view goes back up to the moon now, the night sky acting like a big screen, being played on it is the intense face of Christian Cage holding a chair over his head

Narrator:
But only one of them can remain in power…the other…meets exile.


The camera pans out a little bit, where we can see the silhouette of a man on a cliff, looking out at the moon. We can’t make out his face, being barely lit by the moon, but his figure seems familiar…




~AOW PRESENTS~
THIS IS EXILE
A THREE-HOUR PAY-PER-VIEW SPECIAL

FEBRUARY 3, 2008
IZOD Center – East Rutherford, New Jersey

**End Package**

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


As we return to ringside from the commercial break, we’re already met with the image of Paul Heyman halfway down the ramp, a very indifferent expression on his face as he gets heat like nobody’s business on the way down. His microphone is pressed against his suit as he stops at the base of the ramp and looks around before stepping up and into the ring, the heat never stopping at any point until he raises the stick to his lips.

Paul Heyman:
I had a vision for this company. One that still, to this day, has absolutely nothing to do with Chris Jericho.

~A great deal of buzz following that opening statement

Paul Heyman:
When I reopened the doors of the Hammerstein Ballroom to the world of wrestling every single week after several dormant years, I had a vision greater than any one competitor. Greater than any one championship. And judging by how much you people think you hate me right now, evidently greater than each and every one of you.

~Some good solid heat for that one

Paul Heyman:
I had a vision for this company to deliver everything that you people wanted and that these wrestlers wanted and that I wanted to do everything I could so that could happen – and that was getting those men in this ring to compete with their passion for your pleasure at the expense of my pockets.

~Another round of buzz

Paul Heyman:
Some of you are standing there with your eyes a little wider. Yes, this company is coming almost completely out of my efforts. There’s no big conglomerate benefactor pumping money into this project. There’s no public stock, no board of directors, to help the investment. There’s not even much of a network backing anymore!

~A bit of “oooohs” for that sort of genuine shoot comment

Paul Heyman:
No, there’s none of that. This company started and is running to this day because of the string’s I’ve had to pull, because of the money I’ve had to rope in, because of the risks and bullets I’ve been willing to take. And I was not going to let Shawn Michaels ruin all that work I’ve placed into my vision.

~Heyman’s classic way of selling while he speaks is running rampant here

Paul Heyman:
Let me spin all of you a yarn. Let me take you back to a mere week before the doors of this facility were to open on a weekly basis to host the greatest wrestling on the planet. A whole seven days before AOW and Oblivion broke ground.

~Heyman pauses for a little more buzz

Paul Heyman:
As great a man as I am, I cannot be in two places at once. So while I was handling last minute preparations here in New York, I decided to entrust a little bit of my power to a man to help me sign some new talent. He would use that power to make the biggest mistake of his life. And knowing his career, he’s made plenty of whopping mistakes. That man’s name…was Mick Foley.

~A mixed reaction, some booing for the slander, some popping for the name, but a “FOLEY! FOLEY!” chant breaks out full force as Heyman pauses

Paul Heyman:
While I was here setting the last few pieces in for my perfect puzzle, Mick Foley was in San Antonio, Texas. He was sitting in the home of none other than the Showstopper himself, who had asked for the release of his previous contract not even a month prior. And Mrs. Foley’s Baby Boy got him to sign on a dotted line for AOW.

~The crowd gives a pop and a round of applause for that, while Heyman momentarily tucks the microphone underneath his arm and sarcastically joins the applause before stopping

Paul Heyman:
Ah yes! Bravo, Mr. Foley! That one move shifted the entire landscape of not just AOW, but all of professional wrestling history! And he did it without once…consulting…me. The man who was in charge of that company. Who gave him the authority to recruit this man. And since I stay away from all these bogus wrestling newswires, I never even knew Shawn Michaels was going to be on my payroll until I got to the arena the night of our first show!

~Heyman is stepping into incoherent rage territory

Paul Heyman:
The instant I was going to share my vision with the world, Shawn Michaels was going to completely ruin it. My vision was to get those men in the back out here to showcase their skills and let their abilities determine who was the best in the business. This ring and what happened in it was to judge who was the better man. Not backstage politicking and forming inner circles like Shawn Michaels has been more than known to do.

~More heat there

Paul Heyman:
But on that very first episode of Oblivion, the man I swore would become a cancer and tear my vision apart from the inside was made to submit to one man…Chris Jericho. And I knew then I had a way out.

~Heat for that as well

Paul Heyman:
See, Chris Jericho’s visions of his ‘wrestling utopia’ and my visions for this company are two vastly different things. I never agree with Jericho, nor he me. We are not in cahoots, so some conspiracy theorists may exclaim. I just wanted a way to get rid of the blight that was Shawn Michaels. And after I modified Shawn Michaels’ contract, Chris Jericho agreed to do the cutting of the tumor for me should the moment arise. I gave him the ability to run a few things this week as a minor ‘thank you’.

~Heyman gets a borderline evil smirk, more or less admitting that he put that no-compete clause in Michaels’ contract

Paul Heyman:
I didn’t want you to lose everything right then and there when you lost last week, Shawn. I wanted to do it myself. And I know that losing last week only stopped you from ever being able to compete in this ring, but the loophole there, that I’m sure you’re just ready to exploit, is that you’re still under contract and you can still roam the backstage halls, all howdy-doody, and still technically be a talent on the roster. But I know that Shawn Michaels and his ego anywhere near the locker room is a one way ticket to doom.

~More heat as Heyman turns to the camera and his voice goes softer

Paul Heyman:
So Shawn, I know you’re watching, recovering on your cute little farm in San Antonio with your wife. Hi Rebecca. With your kids. Hi kids. I want you to look at your father right now. Rebecca, look to your shell of a husband. Look at him good, because I want you to know the look on his face at what I’m about to say for years to come.

~The crowd already knows where this is headed, many preemptively throwing heat while Heyman takes in a deep breath

Paul Heyman:
Shawn Michaels! You cancerous bastard! YOOOUU’RRREE FIIRREEEED!!!


Heyman cackles manically as the backs away from the camera, the entire arena burying him in heat. Heyman doesn’t seem to care, laughing to himself as he goes through the ropes and virtually skips back up the ramp, the heat still following him

Joey Styles:
Did…did Paul Heyman just dump one of the greatest of all time just like that?

JBL:
I think he did. What a brilliant man.

Joey Styles:
Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you’re gonna brown-nose him too! I thought you hated Heyman!

JBL:
I’m not his biggest fan, but Paul Heyman is a wrestling mind first and a businessman second. What he did was for the good of both of those things. You may not like him, I might not be his biggest advocate, but even you have to give the devil his due.

Joey Styles:
Some still in shock here at what just transpired here…I’m still in shock! Shawn Michaels has gone on the record saying the man everyone in this company thought he was is wrong! He said all along to Chris Jericho that he was a changed man! I think Shawn Michaels just got judged with a grudge-holding jury!

JBL:
Well, there ain’t much we can do about it now, huh Joey? The economy’s tough, people are losin’ their jobs left an’ right, but the show must go on. Without the Showstopper.

Joey Styles:
We’ll try to gather and absorb this during the break, but on the other side of that break, we’ve got a match that Shawn Michaels would have been proud to see Bryan Danielson take part in – the Cruiserweight Champion goes one-on-one with the man who has held the AOW Championship since day one in “The Worthy Man” Chris Jericho.

JBL:
Will Danielson be able to be in his right mindset after Michaels’ firing? We’ll see comin’ up next!




Quote:
*Video Package*

We enter a scene that looks like a desolate, barren stairway that appears to be in a cold, dark place. We hear footsteps before we can see the boots of whoever is making those steps at the top of the stairwell, but we don’t get a look at their face. We do see, however, that whoever they are is wearing a dark longcoat and we can tell the voice is a male’s…

Voice:
It’s been said that humans at their core are very hateful creatures.


The boots begin making their descent down the winding stairwell

Voice:
We lie to ourselves in trying to take refuge in these things that make us think otherwise.


More steps down…

Voice:
Like faith.


Another step…

Voice:
And hope.


Another step…

Voice:
And morality.


Another step, bringing the boots to another platform, but he continues on down. Before he does, the camera angle goes up above his knees now, on his torso, right underneath his neck and bare upper body…

Voice:
I find it quite humorous that people have their small visions of right and wrong and expect the entire world to bend to their laws.


Another set of steps down…

Voice:
This world is not as black and white as you people make it out to be.


The longcoated man is almost at the end of the stairs…

Voice:
And whether you like what I’m saying or not, you’d better lean to accept it. And whether you like me or not, you’d better learn to accept that I’m right.


Only one step from the end…

Voice:
But judging from what I’ve already said, I know you don’t like me. But I don’t need your sympathy or your pointless judgments of character.


The very shady figure finally reaches the end of the stairwell, the camera shot lifting all the way up to his face, revealing a man with very dark hair, dark facial hair, possibly mascara and eye shadow on to make him look all the more dark to go with his long, black longcoat. This very dark figure is recognized by some, but he soon lets us know who he is –

Man:
My name is Tyler Black. And I. Don’t want you. To like me.


**End Package**

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


~Backstage …


We’re in the trainer’s room, where we see the Sons of the Dungeon. TJ Wilson is standing alongside his friend and partner Harry Smith, who is sitting on the trainer’s table and getting his ribs wrapped. He’s wincing with every pass around, Wilson wincing alongside him.


Smith:
How long did you say stay out of the ring?

Trainer:
Your ribs are in pretty bad shape…so I’d say about a month. I’m not clearing you to compete for another six weeks, though.

~The trainer walks offscreen, Wilson and Smith looking at each other with worried expressions, Wilson mouthing “six weeks?” As Wilson puts his hands on his hips in disappointment, he walks out of the door only to approached by a pair of gentlemen who were standing just outside in the AOW Tag Team Champion World’s Greatest Tag Team

Benjamin: (whistles)
Six weeks? Man, that sounds pretty harsh. Guess you guys won’t be competing for these tag team titles anytime soon then, huh?

~Shelton pats the title on his waist

Haas:
That’s kind of a shame, too. I mean, we saw what you guys did in the ladder match last week. That took some guts. But it really is a terrible shame.

~The tone in neither man’s voice is very sincere at all…

Wilson:
You guys are lucky. That’s six weeks we don’t get to test you guys.

~A possible joke that seems to strike the champs in an unfunny way…

Benjamin:
Test us? Test us? Listen here, kid, we’ve already beaten you and your handicapped partner.

~It’s Wilson’s turn to get an offended look

Wilson:
No. You climbed a ladder. You never pinned us. You never made us submit. Come to think of it, you’ve never faced us in a regular match, have you?

Haas:
And we won’t for another month. Because we thrive off competition. And 2-on-1 isn’t any competition. And you’re gonna be only one guy for a while, aren’t you?

Wilson:
One guy who damn near won those titles by himself. And my partner was a guy who damn near won them with broken ribs. And we come from a line of guys who don’t ever take guys like you pushing us aside.

Benjamin:
You know what, Charlie – we’re better than this. We don’t need to be discussing title matches with rookies.

~Benjamin and Haas start walking away from the suddenly vehement Wilson who stares at them as we fade away…


~Back at ringside…


The arena lies in quiet wait until “FINAL COUNTODOWN” rings from the heavens to a huge pop, as AOW Cruiserweight Champion Bryan Danielson pushes through the blood-red curtain and pauses on the entrance stage, taking in his ovation. He makes his way down the ramp very pumped, but keeping much of it in. He stops about halfway down the ramp to point at a fan who has a “Year of the Dragon” poster before running and sliding into the ring and jumping onto the turnbuckle, screaming his theme’s refrain with the entire Hammerstein, as this could indeed be his final countdown.

“KING OF MY WORLD” by Saliva rings out now to the same amount of ungodly heat it got in the opening of the night, as Chris Jericho comes down in his wrestling attire this time, AOW Championship still slung over his shoulder. But surprisingly, just like last night, he is alone. There is no Wright, no Doane, no Lashley – just Jericho and hid better-than-you walk. He smugly steps into the ring and turns his back towards the masses as he hands his title to referee Goose Mahoney, kissing it before doing so. Mahoney raises the title high as both men back away into opposite corners.


MAIN EVENT

AOW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP


Chris Jericho(c)
v.
Bryan Danielson

{Danielson’s Cruiserweight Championship is not on the line}

As soon as Goose Mahoney rings the bell, Danielson darts towards Jericho, but completely fakes him out, pulling back as soon as he jutted forward. Jericho is taken aback at the move, but resituates himself while asking the referee to pat down Danielson. Mahoney approaches Danielson, who is not excited about that at all, as the crowd delivers heat while the ref pointlessly pats Danielson down. As soon as the ref’s done, Danielson’s arms are still open, leaving room for Jericho to dart in on his own and ambush Danielson with a hard knee to the gut, the cheap shot causing Danielson to double over. Jericho takes this early advantage to shove Danielson into a corner and start delivering blows to him before the ref stops him and forces him to back away. While the crowd lets loose their disapproval of this, Danielson and Jericho finally approach center ring and circle one another, Jericho with a wide smirk on his face.

The two initiate a lock-up, Jericho, surprisingly aggressive, gets the upper hand almost immediately and wrenches Danielson in a headlock, even getting on one knee to do so. We can hear Jericho verbally berating Danielson as he’s trapped in the grip, as Jericho screams “You’re nothing, junior!” A few more minor remarks are heard as well before Danielson gets vertical and manages to toss Jericho off of him into the ropes, Jericho hitting Danielson with a hard shoulder block on the swift rebound. Jericho looks down at Danielson with the same overconfident smirk, even reaching down to pat his face and mock him…only for Danielson to pull on it and try for a LEBELL LOCK…NO!! Jericho squirms away and out of the ring, needing to catch his breath after it nearly being over so early.

Jericho stares blankly into the ring at his potential gross underestimation of Danielson, who just stares back with a fire in his eyes, telling Jericho to ‘come on!” Jericho tentatively jumps back on the apron and leers right back at the determined Danielson before stepping back in. He cautiously approaches Danielson this time, the two men circling once more before getting another lock-up, Danielson this time shooting in and picking one of Jericho’s ankles, taking him off his feet. Danielson holds onto the ankle, possibly going to put it into a submission move as well, but Jericho bounces on his buttocks into a corner and wraps his arm around a rope, forcing the referee to make Danielson let go. Danielson backs away, his expression not changing from what it was a while ago. Jericho props himself back up and makes his way back towards the center of the ring to approach Danielson. The two reach in for another lock-up, but Jericho dekes Danielson into it and instead punts him in the gut for his troubles. Jericho then whips the Cruiserweight champ over with a snapmare before following up on it with a dropkick to the back of the head! Danielson goes down and Jericho gets the first cover of the whole contest –

1…

2…

NO!!

Danielson has plenty more fight in him, and Jericho realizes this, opting now to maybe squeeze the life out of him. He delivers several hard elbows to Danielson’s shoulder area before pulling an arm back into a hold. The crowd is behind Danielson to get out of this rest hold, which Danielson manages to do, delivering a few elbows to Jericho’s gut for good measure before rebounding off the ropes, but running right back into a Jericho kick to the gut. In one fluid motion, Jericho goes from the kick to the midsection to getting Danielson in suplex position, lifting him…and bounces him off the top rope with a springboard suplex!! Jericho tries for yet another cover –

1…

2…

NO!!

Danielson wants to keep this thing going! Jericho looks a little angry at that, looking at the downed Danielson as he turns to his side. Jericho then seeks catharsis in kicking Danielson in the spine over and over, screaming at him that he’s an “irrelevant miscreant”. As Danielson yelps in the hard smacks to his spine, Jericho lifts him up and drops him back with a hard pendulum backbreaker, netting him another cover –

1…

2…

NO!!

Danielson has more than enough fight left. Jericho frustratingly takes Danielson and starts to drag him back up again, but Danielson throws off the clutches of the champion and starts pounding away with a rapid array of forearms, the crowd getting behind it. With Jericho dazed enough, Danielson strikes Jericho in his midsection with a nice kick, forcing him to one knee. AmDrag then rears back and prepares for a huge roundhouse, but Jericho ducks underneath the educated feet of Danielson, pushing him from behind into the ropes on the backswing. Danielson wraps his arms around the ropes, stopping any rebound, as Jericho approaches him. Danielson responds to this by delivering a machinegun flurry of punches to Jericho’s midsection that catch everyone by surprise to a growing pop. The momentum could be shifting here, as Danielson charges towards the shocked Jericho, but the veteran keeps his composure and guides the rushing Danielson over the top rope.

The unfettered Danielson holds onto the top rope, however, staying put on the apron. As Danielson gets his footing set, he looks up to see Jericho coming with the triple jump dropkick, but the ever aware challenger sidesteps and causes Jericho to get caught in the middle ropes. As Jericho tries to get out of his awkward landing and get to his feet on the apron, Danielson’s sidestep momentum takes him towards a turnbuckle which he climbs to the top of. When Jericho has gathered himself, he looks up now to see Danielson coming at him with the flying knee from the top rope!! Jericho drops lifelessly to the padded outside, while Danielson lands inside on his feet. The crowd is roaring heavily as Danielson is all sorts of pumped up while Jericho lies possibly concussed to the delight of many before we cut away…

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

As we return from the break, we’re met with the image of Danielson holding Jericho in the air on the outside, dropping Jericho’s midsection across the barricade with a front suplex! As Jericho lay suspended and helpless, Danielson holds Jericho’s head steady as he delivers kick after kick after kick after kick to the prone Jericho!! The crowd counts each kick until Danielson takes a few steps back and rushes at Jericho…and knocks him off the barricade with a Knee Trembler!! William Regal would be proud, as Jericho flops back into ringside. The referee is admonishing Danielson for that, wanting him to get back in the ring. Danielson doesn’t seem to be paying much heed, but he does leap to the apron, but only to further stalk Jericho on the outside. The Worthy Champion gets to his feet with a very glazed expression, and it’s about to get worse when Danielson leaps at him from the apron…CODEBREAKER!! CODEBREAKER!! CODEBREAKER FROM NOWHERE ON THE OTUSIDE!! WOW!! The crowd deflates like fucking crazy as Danielson gets crunched by the finishing maneuver. Both men are lying eagle spread on the outside, Mahoney now with now choice but to start a count out/KO count –

…1!!

…2!!

…3!!

…4!!

…5!!

Jericho starts to motion now, gathering himself on all fours before grabbing hold of Danielson and dragging his carcass to the edge of the ring before rolling him in and following. He shoots the half on Danielson before lying on him and holding a leg high –

1…

2…

3…

NO!!

DANIELSON ROLLS THE SHOULDER!! All the time wasted outside cost Jericho dearly! Jericho is not happy in the least at that effort, looking at Mahoney and holding up three fingers, swearing he knew that was a three count. Jericho damn near chokes Mahoney for that, but he uses his frustration instead to veer back over to Danielson and look like he wants to raise him up…but Danielson pulls him in for a small package!

1…

2…

3…NO!!

Danielson’s first pin attempt of the entire match comes from nowhere and damn near catches Jericho by surprise! Jericho springs to his feet after unhooking the package, Danielson struggling a bit to get to one knee. Jericho tries to grapple Danielson again, but AmDrag knocks Jericho away with a European uppercut, followed by another. Jericho approaches him a third time with a wild punch attempt, but Danielson underhooks it and Jericho’s other arm…double underhook suplex!! Danielson floats over for another cover –

1…

2…

NO!!

Jericho has life still in his bones, evidenced by nearly tearing off Danielson’s nose on the kickout. Danielson takes Jericho now and attempts to toss him into the ropes, but it’s reversed, sending Danielson bouncing. On the rebound, Danielson fires back with the sit-out clothesline, followed quickly by another. Building head of steam here, Danielson takes the Worthy Man and tosses him into the ropes again, Jericho rebounding this time and smashing Danielson with the flying forearm smash. Both men are lain out on that move…before Jericho kips-up. The crowd roars in disapproval, Jericho with a tired smile developing on his face at the knock against the last man he faced. Danielson slowly gets to his feet, possibly still feeling the effects of the Codebreaker. Jericho uses this slow time to strike Danielson several times before whipping him towards a turnbuckle…which Danielson backflips over! Jericho turns around to see a twirling Danielson deliver a discus elbow that would make Chris Hero proud! But Danielson hits it so hard, he stumbles a little, catching the ropes on the blow. He then ventures out and begins to climb the top rope, awaiting Jericho’s revival. As he ascends, he stalks the Master of War until he gets vertical before leaping with the missile front dropkick…NO…Jericho catches his legs…WALLS OF JERICHO!! WALLS OF JERICHO!! WALLS OF JERICHO!!

Danielson is caught in the Walls!! Jericho has it synched in fairly deep, Danielson trying to crawl away to a rope. The crowd is hot, trying their best to give Danielson some kind of fuel. Jericho isn’t helping matters, yelling “you’re no better than Michaels!” and of course his infamous “ASK HIM!” The Cruiserweight champ has a struggle written all over his face, his back bending in places it shouldn’t. He then gets a small lightbulb, it appears, as he stops reaching for a rope and starts grabbing and pulling at Jericho’s near ankle. As Jericho looks to possibly crank back on them even more, he apparently loses the grip on one of Danielson’s legs while seeing his leg in Danielson’s grip. Danielson tugs on Jericho’s leg enough to make space for him to roll underneath and between Jericho’s legs, catching the arm still holding Danielson’s captured leg on the roll through…LEBELL LOCK!! LEBELL LOCK FROM THE WALLS OF JERICHO!!

The roles are suddenly shifted, as Jericho is now the one who is trying to crawl and find a way to a corner! Danielson sells the intensity of the hold, urging Jericho to tap or he’ll break his neck. Jericho is screaming in pain, trying to find something to get out of this one way or another…and he does, dropping a hand on a rope he had to crawl to! The crowd deflates back into their seats as Danielson has to let go of the hold. Jericho slinks into a corner while that occurs, but Bryan is right on him, rushing towards him and nailing him with the exploding corner dropkick!! Jericho drops and Danielson keeps his momentum going with a cover –

1…

2…

NO!!

Jericho throws a shoulder up and rolls away and onto one knee from Danielson, who rushes right back at Jericho, only to be greeted with the standing enzeguiri!! Danielson drops like a stone upon being decked in the head with the boot, giving Jericho a chance to go for another cover –

1…

2…

3-NO!!

Danielson keeps on rolling! This pisses Jericho off to no end, as he starts mercilessly pounding his challenger’s face with repeat blows before throwing it several times against the mat. He then stands over him and stares down, the crowd throwing heat as he does so. He leers at Danielson before saying “I told you, junior – this world is mine!” Jericho then runs at the ropes…LIONSAULT…NOBODY HOME!! Jericho falls flat on his ribs as he pops up in agony onto his knees. Danielson is quick to rise up and sees Jericho in position – and starts nailing Jericho with repeat shoot kicks!! The crowd even starts counting along with the number of kicks –

1!!

2!!

3!!

4!!

5!!

6!!

7!!

8!!

9!!

Danielson stops the kicks before looking at Jericho’s increasingly limp body, getting close to his face. “No – this world is MINE!” DECAPITATING ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE SKULL!! Jericho falls limp, the crowd going absolutely nuts as Danielson covers as we head into overrun –

1…

2…

3…

NO!!

JERICHO ROLLS A SHOULDER!! But Danielson’s determination doesn’t take a moment of rest, grabbing Jericho’s thrown-up arm and his other arm for a double-wrist clutch…then starts RABIDLY STOMPING THE LIVING FUCK OUT OF JERICHO!! The Worthy Champion’s head violently whiplashes off the canvas repeatedly, his chest also taking a brunt of the impacts. The crowd is still white hot, Mahoney checking to see if this is gonna knock Jericho out. The blows to the head may be coming into play here on this one, but Jericho finds something in him to bring up a knee into Danielson’s lower back and break the clutch, turning on his stomach to crawl away and hold his head, but Danielson still isn’t letting up, jumping on Jericho’s back and looking for CATTLE MUTILATION…but Jericho manages to crawl to his feet before Danielson can bridge. This doesn’t undo the double chickenwing Danielson’s got on Jericho, so he uses them to promptly nail a dragon suplex…but keeps the grip and rolls over himself…German suplex!! A dragon/German combo!! WOW! Danielson keeps the bridge on this one, prompting another count –

1…

2…

3…

NO!!

JERICHO STILL HAS GUTS LEFT!! He has to twist and torque his body to get out of the bridge, but he does, gripping his neck in pain. He slowly rises to his feet to face a waiting and rabid Danielson who goes back on the offensive, but Jericho backs him away with a CHOP(Wooooo!) that sends him back a few steps. When he charges again, Jericho delivers another CHOP(Wooooo!) before nailing him in the midsection and tossing him into the ropes. On the rebound, Danielson ducks underneath a clothesline attempt and rebounds again and leaps high, possibly looking for another leaping knee strike…but Jericho catches him in mid-air and uses his momentum against him…MOMENTOUS MODIFIED SITOUT POWERBOMB!! WOW!! Both men are on the canvas, exhausted – Danielson eagle spread from the impact, while Jericho lies on his stomach trying to gather himself. The crowd is popping like mad, several ‘THIS IS AWESOME’ chants kicking about before Jericho gets enough in him to crawl ever so slowly over on Danielson’s body –

1…

2…

3-NO!!

ANOTHER KICKOUT!! The kid’s still got heart! Jericho has a look of bewilderment on his face, unsure what to think and looking at Mahoney and knowing it was three. Jericho uses his frustrated energy to take put Danielson in a jackknife cover –

1…

2…
{Jericho puts his feet on the ropes for leverage~!!}

3…

NO!!

DANIELSON STILL THROWS A SHOULDER UP!! We briefly see Jericho pissed off, but he takes the opportunity on the on all fours now Danielson and gets him in an Oklahoma roll, getting the school boy roll up –

1…

2…

3…??

LEBELL LOCK!! LEBELL FROM THE SCHOOL BOY!! Jericho’s ploy to get away from the ropes comes back to immediately bite him!! Danielson has him center of the ring with nowhere to go and the crowd is going nuts!! Can Danielson make Jericho tap here?? The Hammerstein is coming unglued as Danielson roars in intensity, wrenching the hold back almost as far as he can go. Jericho can do nothing but struggle amongst a sea of hatred, but as he thrashes, he starts cranking up on Danielson’s near leg. As Danielson tries to pull back and put more pressure in the move, he winds up falling back onto his back, Jericho now with room to stand and still pulling up on the leg. It looks like a pin attempt, but before the ref can get a count going, Jericho turns this modified school boy…INTO THE WALLS!! LEBELL LOCK INTO THE WALLS OF JERICHO!! The entire momentum is shifted on a dime yet again!! Danielson is now the one struggling in the center of the ring, the crowd still behind him now to get out of this predicament. Danielson’s pain is written on his face as he starts to crawl on his elbows…

…inching closer to the ropes…



…he reaches out, still a ways away…



…reaching again…just a little more…



NO!! Jericho pulls back away from the ropes…before putting all his weight back and turning it into THE LIONTAMER!! Danielson is center of the ring with no options, but he stays in absolute agony for several seconds…







HE TAPS!! HE TAPS!! DANIELSON TAPS OUT!!

Winner and STILL AOW Heavyweight Champion: CHRIS JERICHO at (21:18)

Jericho keeps the hold locked in for several more seconds before throwing Danielson’s legs down in front of him. He gets handed his title to a now mostly silent crowd, an exhausted smile sliding across his face. Jericho raises his gold high, standing over the body of the rebel against him before asking for a microphone.

Chris Jericho:
I said tonight would be the end of you ever sticking your nose in my business again, didn’t I, junior? When a worthy man makes a promise, he more than delivers!


Jericho lowers the mike before guiding his arm to show us Paul “The Great” Wright and Bobby Lashley making their way down the ramp. This is not going to look very good at all, the two men sliding and rolling into the ring. Lashley yanks up Danielson’s limp body and holds him steady, while Wright cocks his fist back to prepare to knock him the fuck out…when Jericho stops him.

Chris Jericho:
Wait, wait, wait, wait. I think this man belongs to Kenneth. So come out here and show your newfound worthiness by finishing this unworthy soul, Ken Doane!


We lie in wait for several quiet seconds awaiting even more of an onslaught…but we get Ken Doane. However, he’s flung out from behind the curtain, rolling lifelessly down the entrance ramp!! The crowd pops wild, as someone’s chunked Kenny a country mile! Jericho’s face goes full on frightened, as it only takes a moment for the man who threw him to make his way through the curtain…SAMOA JOE!! IT’S JOE!! Joe throws back the curtains and simply walks through the with an intimidating aura, the crowd popping like mad when they see him. Joe looks straight down the ramp right at Jericho, pointing at him…before cutting his throat. Jericho hardly has time to change expression because Joe comes charging down the ramp!! Jericho orders the men to drop Danielson, as all three men high tail it away from the Machine, who damn near tries to get all three men, telling them they only got away by ‘this much’.


Joey Styles:
An absolute classic match between champions, a new champion almost being crowned, and the further destruction of a man stopped by the mere presence of the one man army, Samoa Joe!!

JBL:
I will admit that was one hell of a match, an’ it looks like Samoa Joe’s got his sights set dead red on the entire Worthy Legion!

Joey Styles:
If there’s any man that can do it, it’s Joe! This taking over AOW is not going to be as easy as Chris Jericho anticipated. This world still belongs to the ass-kickers! I’m Joey Styles alongside John “Bradshaw” Layfield, as we wish you a very merry New Year!


The final image we get on the first edition of Oblivion in 2008 is that of Samoa Joe holding Bryan Danielson with a look of pure intensity on his face, staring down the Worthy Legion, who are taking their newest member in their arms as well, backing away from the newly dubbed “One Man Army” as we

Fade…

To…

Black…

END SHOW


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

Been waiting for this for sometime. Let's get crackin'!

The cold open is perfect especially considering the darker tone this episode has. This whole opening promo is absolutely brilliant. I love the cult-like discipline that the legion has (Doane kneeling down when being accepted into the legion, Lashley being disciplined by Jericho for losing). It gives Jericho a real eerie and uncomfortable aura to him that is simply awesome. I especially love when Jericho lists off the fate of all his previous victims. Danielson being the noble hero is also great and another nice touch is Danielson acknowledging that he was frustrated at Shawn Michaels' neglect. Little touches like that make characters much more relatable are great. Danielson-Jericho? Too awesome!

- Carlito/Punk was a good match to both show off Carlito and give Punk a match. Punk selling the back was great as was the fact that Mexicools were pissed about Carlito's comments. I was actually pretty surprised, not so much at the fact that Punk won but the fact that Carlito lost..

- Finlay's interview was short and sweet. I believe that since his feud with Joe seemed to end prematurely, it will resume, intertwined with Jericho..

- I am loving what you're doing with Kofi. This has to be the best handling I've EVER seem of Kofi. It's not easy, but it just shows why, in my opinion you're one of the best character writers I've ever seen on this forum..

- The Mercenaries as a heel version of the APA has been great and it's looks like they'll be having a few matches with the Mexicools. Carlito in the mix will make it even better..

- Hassan getting his heat back is good and his rematch with Punk should be fine as well..

- Heyman's promo is something I was really looking forward to. Not just for an explanation of his turn, but to see how you wrote him as a heel. Needless to say, you didn't disappoint. His mannerisms are on point. I also like that he still doesn't agree with Jericho, but goes with the idea that the enemy of my enemy is my friend. This is obviously far from over..

- Considering that none of the four guys in the segment are really good talkers you did well with the tag segment and setting up for the future..

- DAT MAIN EVENT. Awesome. Just Awesome. The closest thing I can compare it to is Jeff Hardy vs .Undertaker Ladder Match in 2002. However, this is done much, MUCH, better..
A. It's much more personal..
B. Danielson has actually been a featured wrestler and even a champion. Much more believable that he might win..
C. This match was just INCREDIBLE! I really thought he would win for a second, just great work man..

- I actually forgot about Joe because of the match. Joe in the World Title picture looks to be incredible.

Overall, once more just great work. I know you might be getting demotivated but I don't know if there is anyone on this forum who's work I enjoy reading more. Hell, you're the reason I started my new btb. So keep up the good work man, if you're up to it..
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I just wanted to take this moment to address several things. First off, a formal apology to all who have followed and feedbacked for a while now, to whom I have not returned the favor. Truth be told, feedbacking actually burns me out a little bit and while I have been strapped for motivation/time all summer, it’s not a good combination. Still, even with university rearing its ugly head for another semester, I should do a bit better in the coming times. Even so, again, I apologize on my behalf for that.

Secondly, an apology of sorts to dear ol’ Melvis. I have made you an empty promise, dear boy. I promised the final round of the next King of the BTB Tourney would involve the two of us, but given current circumstances, I don’t think I’ll be competing in said Tourney (I could swerve on you and enter at the last minute tomorrow ). But you must uphold your crown, I suppose. So enjoy competing in your get-rich-quick schemes, you royal blight. Have fun competing with mediocrity while I shall hold this section high. So in retrospect, no, this isn’t an apology for a broken promise. It’s an apology because your seal of approval will mean nothing if not competing against the cream. You will take false pride in your abilities, and you will be consumed by the notion that the best has left you at the altar. And that is me, you King of the Midcard. #HeelKirby #NotBon

Thirdly, an air of congratulations to Stojy for getting his “dream job”, whatever it may be. For all we know, he may actually be a legitimate jobber now. The dwindling numbers of your appearances in this thread will surely be missed by me, as you provided a wondrous mindset for me to pick in regards to lots of things. For that, I thank you, but grumpy hog. I’ll be seeing you on WWE Superstars.

Oh, yeah. Some thread stuff in here too, I reckon, because despite all this (and my recent approval of other section-related activities ), this thread will not be put on hiatus…


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~If one of AOW’s New Year’s Resolutions was to avoid legal trouble, they’ve already broken it. Word coming in just a few hours ago is that William Regal, who appeared in an online segment for AOW after being present at A Very Merry War, has gotten them into a little bit of trouble. Regal’s contract with the WWE isn’t up until February, but he appeared for another wrestling company before that contract expired without the consent of World Wrestling Entertainment. This has brought into light the WWE’s notion of referring their Superstars as ‘independent contractors’, which in a technical legal sense, would allow Regal to appear for anyone he so chooses, but of course, this is not the case. The term has been widely abused in the United States as a way for business to not have to pay taxes on employees. In sort of layman’s terms, the standing is basically that AOW has put the WWE in a compromising position in regards to Mr. Regal, but AOW itself is not exempt from facing a few charges of its own. In any case, the suspected individual AOW has signed directly off the WWE roster will likely be a spark that sets off a powder keg in regards to this (although, grated, I, The Informer, personally don’t believe Matt Hardy or John Morrison, the two top suspects, are nearly big enough for the ‘E to care). We’ll be keeping tabs on how this develops as a whole.

~In addition to those now possible legal issues, Paul Heyman’s standing with FX hasn’t gotten any better, especially after Heyman’s cheap shot at the station on the latest version of Oblivion. While we’ve presented the notion that the Offseason’s main objective is to mend ties between the two and get AOW back on television, it may be getting bleaker and bleaker by the week. Not counting AVMW, viewership was down in December, and the latest episode didn’t do much better, however, it should be noted that the Jericho/Danielson main event became the third highest viewed segment in the company’s non-Supershow history, behind only its pilot main event and the Finlay/Joe AOKO contest. The trouble is that neither side can agree on much for negotiations, one of the biggest roadblocks being that FX wants Oblivion to go back to being only 1-hour long.

~On that note, no recent developments in the running of said Offseason idea, although the 'feature OVW talent' notion may be gaining steam.

~In smaller grade, but just as bad, locker room news, Heyman isn’t pleased with how the RVD/Finlay angle has been handled. Heyman did not book the storyline himself and has gone on record saying that RVD is “not a character guy”, which is exactly the way he’s been booked the last month or so. Finlay appears to be very similar. In addition to Heyman not liking the direction, RVD isn’t in favor of it at all either. While the angle has given Van Dam time to get things together after declaring he was ‘burnt out’ from the WWE, the way it’s going isn’t doing him any favors, he sees.

Until next time friends, this has been The Informer…
I’ll be sure to post the actual AOW Newswire and next show preview together in coming days. ‘til then, show still open for feedback, I bid all thee adieu, and good luck to all in the Tourney. Except you, KingMelvis. You can burn




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

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This is very late I know, my apologies.

No shock it was Jericho opening up proceedings and what he had to say was on the money, typical ‘Worthy Man’ stuff and the whole anointing of Doane almost was very well done. Hoping that he kicks on from here and starts to prove himself as truly ‘worthy’. Danielson coming out wasn’t what I expected but a nice little confrontation nonetheless and that’s one hell of a main event for later on. I will say that I totally didn’t think Jericho would put the title on the line, especially as he’s in charge tonight, puzzling but hey, makes things all the more exciting I guess.

Pretty strong choice of match to kick the in ring action off and it delivered nicely. Beforehand I thought you’d booked yourself into a corner here with Lito needing momentum and Punk needing to pick up where he left off from AVMW. Good ending however and this little Mexicools/Carlito feud will be a nice route to go for Carly’s first feud.

Standard Finlay interview, always gets his point across, short and sweet. Perfect.

Nice interaction here from the Mercs and Carlito. Bit surprised Lito’s already turning to them, thought if he was to do this it’d be in another couple of weeks but not a bad route to go and glad you kept up with mentioning the Mercs and Regal’s little meet and greet.

Hassan squash, not a bad way to get him some heat back following his title loss. Aftermath was a woeful excuse but that’s a heel for you haha. Rematch should be a good one, no hope of Hassan recapturing the gold though.

Awesome segment here with Heyman. Absolutely loved his characterisation and this truly does lead me to believe a BIG time Heyman/Foley feud is on the cards. I think Melvis has mentioned it before regarding a Stable war and after this, I might be jumping on that bandwagon. The line about Jericho cutting the tumour was brilliant by the way. Very, very enjoyable stuff, the reasoning from Heyman wasn’t what I expected but made a ton of sense and it’s now a case of just how Mr.Foley manages to bring back the Showstopper. Great job with this, raised my interest already.

Liked this from WGTT and the Sons. The slow kind of nature of Benji/Haas’ heel turn is moving smoothly and I think the injury angle’s a nice one so this feud can be dragged out further along the line. Can’t wait for when these four do go at it eventually.

Helllll of a main event. Simply breathtaking action from these two men and it’s no surprise when they meet that you were gonna deliver the goods. Some of the stuff was brutal and there were genuinely times when I thought Danielson was gonna take it home. You raised his stock big time with this display, looking excellent even in defeat. Aftermath was a good little spot and Joe’s new ‘One Man Army’ schitck should be good until the saviours return. Great main event.

Overall an enjoyable show as per usual. Main event was epic and this whole Heyman/Foley feud has me pumped. Other than that things were a tad flat but the first show off of a PPV is always gonna be tough as you’ve gotta move things onto different angles. Very much looking forward to the next edition, hopefully your work, uni and imminent battle with Melvis in the tournament won’t detract you from this badboy
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First of all, I gotta say that you really know how to open a show. You've got Jericho's character down and it's a breeze of fresh air to see him as a leader of a stable, been wanting to see that for a while. You really made him look strong with all that he did with the anointing of Doane and him slapping Lashley across the face. Very good tactics to get Jericho some heat who is indeed your most valuable person on the roster. I'm very interested to see how Doane being in the group affects Lashley and Show, maybe this may be the beginning of their downfall? Who knows. Having Danielson come out was something I didn't expect but it was definitely awesome when he did. You did well with him using HBK's name, good way to get a rub off him. Danielson vs. Jericho should be great, expecting a dirty finish ofcourse.

This is a pretty big match for Carlito already against Punk. I'm a big fan of Carlito but I thought it was a tad bit too early to get him into the title picture. Glad that you had the Mexicool interfere here. Carlito needs a small feud first before he can advance to a feud with someone like Punk. The contest was really good. Carlito did well against the champion who sells his back injury but you made Punk look good as well especially surviving that Backbreaker. Short and sweet here from Finlay, didn't expect anything else. Another really well thought out video package, can't wait for Kofi to debut. He'll be really good in the midcard, which seems to be packed already with the likes of Punk, Hassan, and Carlito.

Glad to see that the Mercenaries are still around after Hassan seems to not be using their services anymore. But 'Lito being able to pay off these guys, hmm, sounds a bit odd but I'll go with it. Don't ever break up the Mercenaries please. I do wonder what they'll do with Regal since he has some backstage stuff to attend to. Hassan winning against a jobber is fine I guess. He should've ended that match much sooner but I guess he was taking out his frustrations. What he had to say in his promo was good and it just seemed right that he continue to call Punk a “rat.” Likin' this feud a whole lot but we all know that Punk is gonna win and probably move on to someone else.

What a Heyman promo that was. I could picture everything he said which was really good. This'll definitely lead to a Foley/Heyman feud, don't know if it'll be a stable war, but if that's the route you're going, I'll be all for that. I have no idea how that would go though since I don't feel Jericho will lose the title anytime soon. Unless I see a challenger who can defeat Jericho for the belt, Heyman will be coming out on top of the feud. I think the closest person we have to defeating Jericho is Joe, but he should be built up more. I see you're going for a dark character for Tyler Black, which is what he was in his ROH days. I didn't see much of him in his stint there, but I heard nothing but good praises so I'm sure you'll do well with him. Kofi and now Black, can't wait to see others debut.

I knew we were missing something on this show, some tag team news. This was great to see from both teams really. They're probably the most alike out of all the other teams. I like the exchange between the two teams, Wilson sounded pretty good here. You're building them up to be the #1 face tag team you have, I like it. I gotta say that that that was a helluva main event. The match flowed very well and was a thing of beauty to read. You kept switching the momentum which drove me crazy but I guess that's a good thing as I was loving the match. The ending to the match was pretty shocking, didn't think Jericho would win clean to be honest. But the aftermath was just great with Joe saving the day. I think that Joe will be the person to claim the belt off Jericho once the time is right. Poor Doane was manhandled by Joe here and it just made Joe look like a badass. I think a “Joe's gonna kill you chant” would've been fitting to end the show but all is well. What a show!

Overall, the fallout was really good. Fallouts are usually hard to get into but you have done well. You're gonna introduce us to two new guys in Kofi and Black, can't wait for that. Plus, you have a very good midcard with Punk leading the way in that department. A Heyman/Foley feud seems to be in the works but I have no idea how that one will go, which interests me a whole lot. And the main event was just great. Your thread just keeps getting better and better if that's even possible. But anyway, goodjob! Onto the next show!
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!!AOHDUBYA.COM EXCLUSIVES!!

This week on the .com Newswire, we've got a pair of statements that make their own distinct impacts on the AOW tag team division, as well as a young man being given the golden opportunity of a second chance.


Spoiler for The WGTT Drops a Load on the Tag Team Division:


We’re brought right to the AOW Oblivion Green Zone Interview Set

Steve Romero:
Hi folks. Steve Romero here with another AOW Online exclusive interview, and with me are my guests at this time, the men who are still holding onto the AOW Tag Team Championships coming into the new year – the World’s Greatest Tag Team!
~Benjamin and Haas enter the frame from the left and right side, respectively, of the screen. Each man is holding their share of the Tag Team Championships over their shoulder

Steve Romero
:
Good day, gents. I was wanting to ask you a couple of questions many people have regarding you guys – first off, now that you’re fresh off defending those titles against three teams in a Ladder Match, what’s next for you guys?

Benjamin:
Y’know what, Steve? There really isn’t a whole lot left for us to do. We’ve beaten literally every tag team in this entire company.

Haas:
Absolutely. I don’t think there’s a tag team in AOW that can go head to head with us and take us down right now. We’re the hottest things on Oblivion right now.

Steve Romero:
Those statements bring up the other question I wanted to talk to you two about. There’s been some concern among a select few that your attitudes have been a little…disrespectful, to use a term, as of late.

Haas:
What?

Benjamin:
Disrespectful? We don’t disrespect, Steve. We give credit where credit is due. But there’s no credit to be given anymore because we have no challengers.

Haas:
Wait, you said a select few. Who exactly might those ‘select’ guys be…?
~Romero shrugs his shoulders and looks somewhat frightened when the WGTT start staring holes through him

Steve Romero
:
Look, these are just some concerns that have been brought up, especially after the way you guys talked to TJ Wilson this past Wed –

Benjamin:
TJ Wilson? TJ WILSON? What does he have to say about being a champion? The Sons of the Dungeons are nothing but LOSERS. They do nothing but lose.

Steve Romero:
You say that, Shelton, but Wilson brought up the interesting point that you’ve never faced the Sons straightforwardly to know for sure.
~The WGTT disappointingly shake their heads

Haas:
Shelton, we gotta nip this thing in the butt. Someone’s gotta remind’em who their champions are.
~Benjamin turns directly towards the camera now

Benjamin:
I think you’re right, Charlie. So how’s about this…TJ Wilson. Your partner is unable to compete. You can’t win the titles alone. BUT…what you can do is keep us a little bit fresh while we wait for a new challenge. So you’ll face us both in one-on-one matches. If you can beat us, we’ll give you and your homeboy a match when he gets better.

Haas:
NOT for the gold. You guys would make great warm-ups.
~Haas and Benjamin step back and look at Romero

Benjamin:
So how’s that for disrespectful?

Haas:
And next time, don’t confuse disrespect with pride. We can’t help that we’re…
~Haas and Benjamin look towards the sky, looking very distinguished and accomplished as though they’re in a perfume ad…

WGTT:
GREATNESS!





Spoiler for Paul London Drops a…Load…on the Tag Team Division:


We open to a shot of Paul London, who appears to be sitting down somewhere. We see him from the waist up, where he’s shirtless, but he looks dead into the camera that he appears to be holding himself

London:
Hey AOW. This is “Genuine American Badass” Paul London. I’m sure a lot of you guys have been wonderin’ where me and “The Boy Wonder” Brian Kendrick have been lately.
~London pauses for a moment

London
:
…you were wondering where we’ve been, right?
~London playfully looks hurt

London
:
Well whether you’re heartless and haven’t or if you’ve been a good boy and have, never fear. I’m at 100% after nursing a few injuries and Brian has been…Brian. But rest assured, we will be right back in the hunt for those AOW Tag Team Championships.
~London’s face clenches for some strange reason before focusing back on the camera

London
:
Sorry about that. Anyways, yeah. The World’s Greatest Tag Team talked about how they’ve pretty much beaten everyone there is. And kudos to them on that, but there’s something you guys gotta remember – me and Brian Kendrick took you guys to the absolute limit.
~London looks very serious at the camera for that one…before clenching again

London
:
And we don’t care who we have to go through to get another shot at you guys, but we’re back. And we’re hungry. So I guess this is an open challenge we’re throwing out there. Any team. Any time. Anywhere.
~London gives a forced smile before closing his eyes and clenching once more…before we hear what sounds like the "KER-BLOOP" of something getting dropped in water. London then puts the camera on a counter beside him and gets up to walk a step over, giving us a wonderful second-long shot of bare London ass. He then flushes the toilet he was sitting on out of shot before sounding disappointed

London
:
What the hell?
~…and then yells

London
:
HEY! BRIAN! WE’RE OUT OF TWO-PLY!

Kendrick: (outside the bathroom door)
WHAT THE HELL?

London:
I KNOW, RIGHT?
~London sighs disapprovingly before what sounds like pants being pulled up as we fade away on a shot of London and Kendrick’s pretty decent looking bathroom





Spoiler for The Sydal/Kidman Chronicles, Pt. IV – You Can Lead a Horse to Water…:



We open to the dimly lit warehouse that houses a wrestling ring, where Matt Sydal approaches with a towel slung over his shoulder, perhaps being done for the day. But before anything else happens, Billy Kidman grabs his attention from offscreen –

Kidman:
Hey! Matt!
~Kidman comes jogging into the frame, pulling up beside Sydal

Sydal
:
What’s up?

Kidman:
Good news, kid. I just got word you’re gonna be on the next edition of Wednesday Night Oblivion.
~Sydal is ecstatic at that information

Sydal
:
Seriously? That’s awesome!
~Sydal has a moment of realization

Sydal
:
But wait…you said I wasn’t quite ready to get back in there yet.

Kidman:
You can’t be ready unless you get in there. And I believe in you, kid. You’re more than ready.
~Sydal genuinely looks touched

Sydal
:
Thanks a lot, sir.

Kidman:
We’ve gone over this, kid. Please call me Billy.
~Sydal and Kidman share an embrace before letting go

Kidman:
Now that you know you’ve got a match, you’re not done. Get in that ring and do more reps.

Sydal:
Yes sir. Billy, sir.
~Sydal gives Kidman a trollface grin before throwing his towel off his shoulder and jumping back into the ring. We see him bouncing off the ropes several times as we fade away…





1.9.08

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

“Anarchy…Revitalized”


Following an absolutely ridiculous Very Merry War, the AOW world was stunned yet again coming into the new year by the actions of Chris Jericho and Paul Heyman. Jericho celebrated the ridding of all of his rivals by having himself a title match to prove Bryan Danielson wrong. On the other side of that board, Paul Heyman celebrated by giving Jericho a chance to celebrate, as well as unceremoniously FIRING The Showstopper from Art of War Wrestling. Now, Jericho seemingly is running as AOW Heavyweight Champion completely unopposed, and with a new member of the Worthy Legion to boot. But Samoa Joe had other ideas. After rescuing the Cruiserweight Champion last week, its Samoa Joe’s turn to talk. This week, the newly dubbed “One Man Army” takes center stage to kick off the night.

Two sets of champions are coming off big victories to close out the year and come into this one – the World’s Greatest Tag Team and CM Punk. Punk, the proud new holder of the AOW Dynasty Championship, has been issued a rematch by the man who made his life hell for weeks in Muhammad Hassan. What will be Punk’s retort? And speaking of retort, the WGTT may have their newfound cockiness getting the best of them yet again after issuing a challenge to TJ Wilson via Newswire this week. And to no surprise, the go-getting, no-nonsense Wilson has taken the smug champions up on their offer! This week, it’s TJ Wilson taking on Charlie Haas. Is Wilson going to prove that he and the Sons deserve a fair shot at the titles? Or will he be nothing more than a ‘warm-up’, so says the WGTT?

Championships and what may happen with them are always big talk, but when two revitalized young starts meet, it may tend to fly under the radar. But not this week! Coming off of two failed first appearances, Matt Sydal has taken a step back and reassessed everything about the art of wrestling and trained under one of the best cruiserweights North America has to offer in Billy Kidman. Now, their training is done, and its time for Sydal to show what he’s learned. Who will he be displaying this against? None other than another young gun given new life in Ken Doane, who was named as the latest member of the Worthy Legion! And there’s nothing like showing your talents to your new stablemates than by picking up a huge win. This Wednesday, it’s going to be the clash of the awaken – a tested Matt Sydal takes on an ‘enlightened’ Ken Doane!

That’s not all in store! Finlay claims his workings earn him a championship opportunity, newcomer Carlito has a Mexicools infestation problem to solve, and what’s next for Bryan Danielson? All this (and more!) on the 19th Edition of AOW Wednesday Night Oblivion, 9/8c only on FX!



.:Confirmed for Oblivion:.


Samoa Joe leads off the night


Matt Sydal w/Billy Kidman v. Ken Doane


AOW Tag Team Champion Charlie Haas w/Shelton Benjamin v. TJ Wilson





Kudos for the feedback fellas. Show should be up by Sunday. Until then, go marvel at the Tournament Qualifying Round.




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1.9.08

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

“Anarchy…Revitalized”


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

Aero Star leaps onto Jamie Noble from the entrance stage columns

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!

GTS!!

Fight!

FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH!!!

*Final cymbal crash*

Chris Jericho holds the AOW World title high in the air

***

We’re greeted to the 3,000 strong in the Hammerstein cheering their lungs out for yet another week, as AOW sells this place out once more. As graphics appear on screen and the camera pans around the arena, the arena is met with quite the opposite reaction it got to open last week, when “MAMA SAID KNOCK YOU OUT” blares over the sound system to a very nice pop, as the newly branded “One-Man Army” Samoa Joe comes through the blood-red curtain and marches down the ramp looking very collected, but as always, very angry. He enters the ring with a microphone in hand and towel around his neck.


Joe:
I was in the back last week watching Chris Jericho and his fan club. And I was listening very intently during his ‘induction’ ceremony for Ken Doane. And while listening to Jericho run down the names of the men he’s gotten rid of since being AOW Champion, I couldn’t help but notice there was somebody missing.

~Joe pauses to get some buzz and to rub his chin

Joe
:
He mentioned the exile of Christian Cage.

~Heat

Joe
:
He mentioned what he did to my friend RVD.

~Heat

Joe
:
And he mentioned what he did to Shawn Michaels.

~Heat

Joe
:
Now Jericho, you sounded real high and mighty and full of yourself when you were listing those names. But see, I know there’s one name on that list you never mentioned…and that’s mine.

~Pop

Joe
:
You wanna know why you haven’t mentioned me yet, Jericho? Because you haven’t beaten me yet. Because I’m still here. Because I’m still more than in the mood to kick your ass, take your title, and send your little gang of scum the hell out of here.

~BIG pop

Joe
:
And seeing as how the only thing that was standing in my way was Bobby Lashley…see, unlike you, Jericho, I don’t run my mouth unless I have a reason. Usually, that reason is that I’m pissed off, but today is very different.

~Little buzz

Joe
:
Since I beat your Perfect Warrior, that means I’m more than justified than coming out here to announce that it’s damn time to finish cleaning up the scum. Paul Heyman, your ass better be listening to this - I’m naming myself the number one contender for the AOW Heavyweight Championship!


Joe drops the mike from his lips to a HUGE ovation from the crowd, who kicks up a “JOE! JOE! JOE!” chant, but this is soon interrupted by “DANGEROUS”, as Paul Heyman comes from behind the curtain, his slouch of authority making its way to the ring to an epic chorus of heat, given his actions last week. He climbs into the ring, but has a twinge of fear on his face, keeping as far away from Samoa Joe as possible

Paul Heyman:
Funny you should say that, Joe, because just as you say you were listening intently last week, as was I just a few moments ago and you ordered that I listen to you.

~Heyman is drawing heat without trying now

Paul Heyman:
Let’s just make something clear right now, Joe – I am the Commander in Chief of Art of War Wrestling. Everything that happens in this company makes its way through me. I say yay or neigh. I say yes or not. I say what goes and what doesn’t. And you coming out here and anointing yourself as a number one contender is completely out of line!

~Even more heat, as Joe quickly looks away in disappointment, but Heyman throws a finger up

Paul Heyman:
however, you do make a very upstanding case. As a matter of fact, I can’t think of anyone else that has that good of a case to face Chris Jericho.


A lot of buzz on that statement, many surprised at that coming from the Commander; Joe looking back at Heyman with a very intent expression. But before Heyman speaks another word into the microphone, “LAMBEG” hits the speakers, as Finlay breaks into the fray now, a completely pissed off expression locked in on his face. He storms to the ring microphone in hand and damn near jumps Heyman, causing Heyman to scurry into a corner for security.

Finlay:
Oh no, laddie. The only man on this roster with as good a case as anyone for a title shot is me!

~Finlay shifts his attention from Heyman to Joe

Finlay:
Now see here, boy. There’s nobody in this ring or in the back that’s ever pinned me or made me submit. And it’s true Chris Jericho’s never beaten you. He’s also never beaten me. And the only person who has beaten you…is me.

~Finlay is more than correct, harkening back to the two’s ridiculous AOKO match months ago

Joe
:
How soon you forget, Finlay. Funny you mention all that because, see, I’ve never been pinned or made to submit by anyone in this company. And it’s true Chris Jericho’s never beaten you, either. But the fact is, the only person to have ever beaten you…is me.

~The crowd lets out an “ooooh” on that one, Finlay and Joe now staring into each other’s eyes with nothing but malicious intent on either one of their minds

Finlay:
Let me stop you right there and correct some things you said, boy.

Joe:
Everything I just said is pure, hard, fact, Finlay.

Finlay:
No, I mean what you said before. You said that your buddy Rob Van Dam was eliminated because of what Chris Jericho did to him. That’s a load of bunk, boy. It’s because of what I did.

~Joe’s expression goes from intense to just straight up pissed the hell off, the crowd knowing this is only gonna get worse. Things get even more impedingly ominous when Joe throws off his towel and throws down his microphone, Finlay soon following suit by dropping his mike. There’s still unsettled business between these two titans! The crowd’s buzz gets louder and louder, but before anything even happens, Heyman gets the balls to step between both men

Paul Heyman:
Hold it, hold it, hold it! I will not have a bomb go off while I’m standing in this ring! There will be none of this! If you two want to settle your little squirmish, you do it in this ring with an official. So tonight, we’re gonna have ourselves a little number one contender’s match.

~Pop of intrigue

Paul Heyman:
Tonight, it’s going to be a battle to end all battles! Tonight, one last time, it’ll be Finlay…versus Samoa Joe!!


BIG pop from the crowd, as Heyman actually gets a smile on his face. Finlay stares daggers into Joe from across Heyman, while Joe stares right back with a small smirk. But just as things look absolved and we have our main event of the evening, a noise we couldn’t go a whole show without hearing greets our ears, as “KING OF MY WORLD” by Saliva hits. The Worthy Legion soon makes their way to the ring, Paul “The Great” Wright, Bobby Lashley, new inductee Kenneth Doane, and AOW Heavyweight Champion Chris Jericho. Jericho is decked out in suit and tie, while the rest are in competition attire, but closely following suit. Jericho has his title draped over his shoulder and a microphone in his hand, approaching the ring to a bevy of heat. He tells Doane to stay outside, while he leaps into the ring, only for Lashley and Wright to come along with him for obvious protection, further crowding the ring

Chris Jericho:
I think you two need a reality check and you, Mr. Commander in Chief, you need to make the right decision.

~Jericho draws heat just for that

Chris Jericho:
The reality is this – if we’re talking about impressing each other with win-loss records, I think the only person in this entire company with any worth to face me for the AOW Championship, it’s me and only me. See, there’s only one person standing in this ring who has gone undefeated since setting foot in AOW. And that man is me.

~Even more heat

Chris Jericho:
So Paul E., why don’t you do the smart thing, the right thing, and get both of these cretins out of my sight right this minute because neither one of them are nearly worthy enough to face me for my AOW Championship.

~More heat begins to pour, but Jericho’s comments strike both Finlay and Samoa Joe, Joe so much so that he has to pick his microphone back up

Joe
:
Woh, woh, woh. Let me get something straight here, scum – the only person ‘worthy’ enough to face Chris Jericho…is Chris Jericho?

Chris Jericho:
I’m glad you do have the ability to hear, Joe.

Joe:
Y’know, Jericho, I know you had your own head way too far up your own ass, but I didn’t think even you had the ego to ask this man to book Chris Jericho versus Chris Jericho for the AOW Championship.

~Bit of a laugh from the crowd for that one, but Jericho is completely unamused

Chris Jericho:
And why not, Joe? I’d be willing to bet that that match would go down in the annals as the greatest main event in the history of all that is everything. And hell, while we’re at it, it would probably make enough money to save this financially unstable company.

~Bit of an “ooh” statement there. It’s been a while since Jericho’s mentioned finances, and this touches off Heyman’s nerve

Paul Heyman:
Okay, Jericho. You did me a gigantic favor at A Very Merry War. And I thanked you heartily. But now we’re back to reality. Business is business. And what’s good for that business is not having a Chris Jericho clone war, nor is it not having any more title matches.

~Jericho looks at Heyman as though he’s surprised he’s talking back to him

Paul Heyman:
See, Jericho, you know as well as I do that we’ve never seen eye to eye. You will do whatever you have to do to keep that title and step towards your abominable “utopia” idea. I will do whatever I have to do to keep this company running. To keep business afloat. And firing Shawn Michaels? That was good for business. Keeping that strap of leather around your waist was merely an inconvenient side effect.

~Jericho begins to look like he’s pouting here, not pleased at all where Heyman’s going with this

Paul Heyman:
If I gave into you right now, I’d be allowing the same thing I wanted Shawn Michaels out of here for. And that was pulling strings. You were in control last week. The buck is back with me this week. So no, Jericho. My decision stands – Joe versus Finlay. Tonight.

~A nice reaction for the supposedly heel Heyman standing his ground. Jericho, however, does not look the least bit pleased.

Paul Heyman:
Oh, and just as a safety measure, if you or any of your Worthy Legion interferes in that match…Chris Jericho, you will be stripped of your AOW Heavyweight Championship!

~A HUGE pop for that one, which also gets nods of approval from Finlay and Joe, but Jericho damn well looks like he’s about to explode before fixing and composing himself, now eerily approaching Heyman

Chris Jericho:
Heyman…you do call the shots. But have you ever wondered what would happen if you didn’t? Pardon…couldn’t?

~Heyman is looking worried

Paul Heyman:
What’re you saying, Jericho?

Chris Jericho:
I’m saying that I have eradicated everyone whom I have deemed a threat to my AOW Championship. Before Shawn Michaels, there was Rob Van Dam. And before him was Christian Cage.

~Heyman continues to look unbelievably uneasy

Chris Jericho:
But before any of them was the one man we share a common bond over. And that’s Mick Foley. I tore that tumor out for you too, didn’t I? A supposed authority figure whose own decisions got him in my way. He was a threat. So I took him down.

~Joe and Finlay were prepared to leave, but now are staring at Jericho as uneasy at Heyman is looking, Jericho damn near looming over Heyman by this point

Chris Jericho:
And seeing as how the mistaken judgments of another authority figure is now standing in my way even further, I’m very inclined to show him the power I’ve accumulated over the last four months. Do you know what I would deem that man to be, Heyman?

~Heyman seems to be having enough of the games now, but the crowd seems to know where this is going

Paul Heyman:
What’s that?

~Jericho veers nose-to-nose with Heyman…

Chris Jericho:
A threat.


On that note, the Worthy Legion springs into action, with Lashley grabbing hold of Finlay and tossing him over the top rope. Paul Wright, meanwhile, headbutts Samoa Joe with his huge cranium, knocking Joe for a loop before clotheslining Joe to the floor! Both contenders are out of the ring now, leaving Heyman alone with Jericho and his horde. Jericho grabs the terrified Heyman by the collar before grabbing him good and chunking him in the direction of Paul Wright, who hoists Heyman over his head in a military press…AND DROPS HIM ALL THE WAY TO THE FLOOR OUTSIDE!! Heyman goes crashing down from more than ten feet in the air, lying completely motionless as he makes impact. Jericho then continues to direct traffic, pointing Lashley outside and Doane inside. Lashley clears off the announcers’ table and takes Heyman’s dead weight, putting him on top of said cleared table. No one likes where this is going at all.

Joey Styles:
What the hell is going on here!?!

JBL:
What in the hell…?

Joey Styles:
You can’t do that! This is the Commander in Chief! Oh my word…


Wright keeps watch on the two downed contenders, while Doane…heads to the top rope. All in attendance are looking speechless as Jericho looks at Doane and gives him a small nod before leaping…SKY HIGH LEG DROP, CRASHING HEYMAN THROUGH THE TABLE!!!


Heyman is absolutely motionless, Jericho, Lashley, and Wright looming over the lifeless body of their latest victim. The crowd is in as much awe as the commentators right now, the entire Worthy Legion glowing with demonic majesty. Behind them, Finlay is looking on in the shared awe, but there’s nothing he can do, while Samoa Joe is propped up against a barricade, wide-eyed. Jericho absorbs the otherworldly amount of heat his Legion is getting right now from those not in awe. All we get before cutting away is Jericho and his followers all looking down at the fallen Commander, no one knowing what to do or say…



**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


We return from the disturbing opening to a very sullen arena once more, as we come back to the image of the completely decimated table and a pair of very concerned commentators.


Joey Styles:
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Wednesday Night Oblivion, or welcome back I should say, where moments ago you just witnessed right in front of me and JBL here…an absolutely horrible act on the part of the Worthy Legion as our Commander in Chief Paul Heyman was just driven through our announce table.

JBL:
You can see the wreckage left in the wake of that attack, an’ as ballsy as it was, I’m not quite sure what Jericho was lookin’ to accomplish.

Joey Styles:
This is a very rare case where you and I whole-heartedly agree, partner. A disturbing act to say the least, and while not many people are exactly sure what to think or how to react to this, moments ago while being wheeled out on a stretcher, Paul Heyman let his thoughts be known clearly.


~We head to a “during the break” video, as we see EMTs and Samoa Joe wheeling the stretchered Heyman on up the entrance ramp, but as his neckbrace constricts his ability to speak, we do catch him barely able to eke out a sentence

Paul Heyman:
The…the show…goes on…business


~Back to present time…

Joey Styles:
As you can hear, Paul Heyman devoting himself completely to business, and the show must go on, despite the assault he’s taken. That means that tonight, regardless of the circumstances, not only will things go down as planned, but we will have rivalry revisited as Samoa Joe and Finlay will face each other for the right to face Chris Jericho for the AOW Championship.

JBL:
You can hate what the man does, but Joey, even you have to admit that Jericho was right about not havin’ any equal in AOW right now. Not even Paul Heyman.

Joey Styles:
The fact that you’re even remotely trying to justify what’s happened here is disgusting, John, but perhaps even more so is the fact that our opening contest isn’t going to let up on anything, as Ken Doane is still in the ring after his leg drop put the nail in Heyman’s coffin because, as Heyman iterated, the show must go on.

JBL:
It’s only fitting that we’d kick off the night this way.


As Joey turns to JBL in a manner of disbelief, the show does indeed go on as we get a shot of Ken Doane still in the ring, having been there through the whole break, the Worthy Legion having long left him behind. It doesn’t take very much longer, however, for “MACH” to grace the stage for the first time in a long time, as Matt Sydal comes through the blood-red curtain, making his Oblivion re-debut. Following him is his coach, Billy Kidman. Sydal isn’t getting too much of a reaction, but most of that may not be his fault, but merely that everyone is trying to figure other things out at the moment. Nonetheless, Sydal tries to get the crowd going behind him, a noticeably bigger pop coming to him when he’s in the ring.


OPENING CONTEST

Ken Doane
v.
Matt Sydal

w/Billy Kidman


Doane immediately goes after the smaller Bourne, forcing himself forward and jabbing a knee right into his midsection. He then violently whips Sydal into a corner, Sydal’s spine crashing against the post and forcing him to fall face-first into the canvas. Sydal picks himself up and tends to his back, only for Doane to approach him and club him several times on the weakened vertebrate before bringing him to his feet and violently SENDING HIS SHOULDER CRASHING INTO THE IRON POST!! Sydal is withered, any kind of upset vibe slowly fading away with each moment. Doane grabs Sydal out of the corner and delivers a fierce blow to the back of his head before twisting him around for a snap neckbreaker, viciously covering Sydal – 1…2…NO!! Sydal still wants in this thing!

Doane doesn’t care too much about what Sydal wants, beating a forearm across his face before dragging Sydal back to his feet. He prepares to lift him high for perhaps a backdrop, but Sydal backflips out of the move and lands on his feet! The first glimmer of hope gets the crowd happy as well as Kidman, as Sydal front dropkicks a surprised Doane face first into the turnbuckle! The post sends Doane reeling back towards Sydal, who catches Doane in a nice backslide – 1…2…NO! No upset yet, as Doane slides back to his feet, Sydal approaching him with a rapid fire array of kicks before connecting with Doane’s skull for a leaping back kick!!

Doane stumbles but doesn’t fall, leading Sydal to go for another one, only for Doane to duck underneath this one and catch Sydal from behind…backdrop to neckbreaker slam!! Doane pauses for emphasis, sitting erect, even looking right at Billy Kidman, telling him “he’s done, old man!” Doane then starts stalking his downed rookie prey, possibly looking to end things with the RKODOANE…NO!! As Sydal gets to his feet, he senses Doane behind him and shocks him with a back mule kick!! The double kick sends Doane backpedalling into a corner, again giving the rookie a glimmer of hope. With Doane woozied in a corner, Sydal races towards him and strikes him in the face with a high running kick!!

Sydal’s momentum takes him onto the apron, still holding onto the top rope as Doane stumbles out. A big window has opened for Sydal here, who surprises everyone by nailing a springboard bulldog!! Wow!! Sydal throwing shades of his manager and trainer there in Billy Kidman! Sydal with a very emphatic cover this time – 1….2…NO!! Doane has the strength to kick out! Sydal has a new burst of life, however, looking towards his manager who is telling him to “fly high, kid! Fly high!” Sydal looks to take note and heads to the top rope for something big…but Doane cuts him off at the pass, knocking him off the top and sending him tumbling back into the ring. It’s Doane now who climbs to the top rope, looking for a finishing move of his own here…but Sydal recovers and leaps straight up to the top rope, wrapping Doane’s arms under his own. What’s he looking for here? Whatever it is, Doane powers out of it by shoving the rookie back down, taking a flat bump on his back. Doane then leaps…and nails his beautifully destructive SKY HIGH LEG DROP!! Doane with an academic cover – 1…2…3…!!

Winner: Ken Doane at (4:52)


Doane gets to his feet and opens his arms to another warm reception of heat, possibly further depressing this crowd even moreso. Doane’s new purple digs show his more ‘royal’ flair to further rub in everyone’s faces, Sydal lying pretty lifelessly following getting the same move that took out the Chief, trying to be revived by Kidman. Doane almost looks like he wants to add insult to injury, but Kidman keeps a keen eye on him and watches him roll out of the ring as convincingly cocky as ever.


Joey Styles:
And this nightmare continues with Ken Doane taking his first win since being named a member of the Worthy Legion –

JBL:
Whaddya mean ‘nightmare’? Good for Ken Doane to get a win under his belt to show he truly is worthy against some kid who needed a ridiculous amount of coaching. Go back into retirement, Kidman.

Joey Styles:
Wait, so you’re putting down Matt Sydal because he wanted to becoming a better wrestler?

JBL:
I have nothin’ against Matt Sydal other than the kid needs to get his head in the game. I’m against seein’ Billy Kidman again tryin’ to teach anybody anything.

Joey Styles:
Professional jealousy, I suppose?

JBL:
I’m not jealous of a DAMN thing Billy Kidman has! If I personally trained anybody in that locker room, I promise you, they wouldn’t be losing to the champion’s underlings! He’d be heavyweight champion in a matter of weeks, hell, in his debut! Shame on Billy Kidman for givn’ this kid hope, then having it snatched away because he sucks.

Joey Styles:
Those sound like fighting words there partner, but I just hope this evening goes a little better than its started. Paul Heyman’s been carried out on a stretcher, the Worthy Legion picks up another win here, and some anarchy may be even farther on the horizon. The final decree of Heyman was that tonight, Finlay and Samoa Joe, two men who are the bane of the other’s existence thus far in AOW, will meet to decide who meets Chris Jericho at This is Exile for the AOW Heavyweight Championship.



~Backstage halls…


We’re greeted to a scene backstage, but the camera angle is oddly low. We see at the end of the hall of Carlito Colon roaming backstage, but as soon as he comes into the frame, we hear what sounds like the revving of an engine. Carlito then looks around to see where it’s coming from. The camera then begins to roar, as the engine sounds very much like a lawn mower, the camera starting to move down the hall. Carlito is still turned around looking for the source of the notice before staring directly at the camera as it roars from opposite end of the hall. He panics for a moment, a comically frightened expression on his face. He then leaps to the side on top of a nearby chair before evidently grabbing the POV as the rolls by. After it is stopped, the view changes to being over Carlito’s shoulder, the thing Carlito has stopped indeed being a push mower with a camera taped onto it. As Colon tentatively cuts the device off, he takes off the note that’s attached to the top of the camera, which Carlito reads out loud…


Carlito:
“J’ur ass is grass…and we are de lawnmowers…?”


Carlito’s face is made up into a very confused one before it hits him who sent this. He crumples up the letter before frustratingly ripping it apart, his teeth literally growing “Mexicools”. He then throws the pieces of the note floating through the air before attempting to rip off the camera from its lawn mower base. When unsuccessful, he turns away to strut away in frustration…before soon returning with an apple in hand, snatching a bite, before spitting on the push mower and camera. His anger at an inanimate object leaves him somewhat unreasonably flustered as he definitively walks away now muttering ‘pendehos’ under his breath…


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


We return from the break still in the backstage halls, but in a much more brutal scene, as Muhammad Hassan is apparently in mid-assault on CM Punk! Hassan is standing over an already decimated Punk, as he keeps delivering brutal clubs to Punk’s still tender back area. Punk screams in pain, this more than likely having been an ambush, as Punk is in non-competitive attire. Hassan pulls Punk to his feet by the black hoodie he’s wearing before chunking him spine first into the concrete wall!! Punk writhes in pain yet again, his body paralyzed as it slides down the wall into a sitting position. Hassan seethes as he takes a look at Punk…then looks to a large rolling crate to his left. He prepares to take the crate and RAM IT INTO PUNK’S BACK ONCE MORE, but before he can, a swarm of officials stop him as he does it, grabbing at his arms and forcing him back.


Hassan:
I’ll get my title back, Punk! You hear me, rat? I WILL BE CHAMPION AGAIN!!


Hassan’s drunk with rage decree is the last we see of him as he’s pulled away, a few more officials and backstage workers tending to Punk now, who shakes off their attempts to bring him to his feet. The still ever prideful Punk collapses back against the wall as he tries to recover, again shaking off help before finally getting up and staring in the direction Hassan was carried off in, his own glimmer of rage in his eyes as we fade away…


~Back at ringside…



Joey Styles:
Anarchy is running rampant here tonight, and Muhammad Hassan looks like he’s taking full advantage of the lack of order around here right now!

JBL:
He’s a good businessman. That’s all we do is take advantage of opportunity.

Joey Styles:
So you’re commending a backstage, behind-the-back assault?

JBL:
Joey, you act like CM Punk winnin’ a couple of weeks ago would quiet the tensions between both of those men. They hate each other on a personal level. An’ when that happens, you take any an’ every opportunity to exact vengeance. Muhammad Hassan is a driven man, so yes, I do commend that because a man in his position with his power would be stupid to not jump on an opportunity.

Joey Styles:
You know the only thing worse than your hatred for CM Punk is the fact that you’re completely justifying this completely ridiculous and obvious act of jealousy on behalf of Muhammad Hassan. This is despicable.

JBL:
Who the hell are you talkin’ to?

Joey Styles:
You, Hassan, the Worthy Legion – all of you! There’s absolutely nothing happening tonight that can be chalked up to justifiable reasoning, but you and the rest of these hissy-fitting delinquents are still gonna insist you guys run this joint. And it makes me SICK!



While Styles is doing some frustrated venting, we hear “EXECUTORS OF EXCELLENCE” over the sound system now, as TJ Wilson, one half of the Sons of the Dungeon, makes his way down the ramp sans his injured tag team partner. Wilson isn’t doing any kind of crowd pleasing tonight, as he has a look of strictly business on his face, climbing into the ring and starting to warm up a little for a match that could very well have heavy implications in the near future.

“WORLD’S GREATEST” rings out across the arena now, as Charlie Haas comes on down the ramp with his half of the AOW Tag Team Championships, Shelton Benjamin not too far behind. The WGTT both get a very noticeable mixed reaction, as they both have a bit of a cocky flair to them tonight, their hooded vests showcasing that more. Haas even enters the ring with a little bit of a show-off air to him before he notices Wilson staring a hole through him.


TJ Wilson
v
.
AOW Tag Team Champion Charlie Haas
w/Shelton Benjamin


Wilson and Haas have a slow grapple pace towards the beginning of the match, countering many basic maneuvers, but around the two minute mark, things start picking up when Wilson manages to escape an early HAAS OF PAIN attempt, rolling all the way through the move, catching Haas’ arm on the way and helping use it guide him to his feet before nailing a solid swinging neckbreaker! A cover – 1…2…NO!! The competing half of the Tag Champs manages to get back into things from there, surprising Wilson by ramming him into the steel ring post and giving him repeated shoulder blocks. But Haas gets careless and takes a few steps back to deliver one more big one, only for Wilson to dodge it at the last second, roll on through, and catch him in a sunset flip counter – 1…2…NO!! Haas manages to roll out of the danger, getting back to his feet and dropkicks Wilson in the face!!

Haas gets in control now, wrenching Wilson’s head off with a chinlock. Wilson manages to make his way out of the rest hold to a vertical base and surprises Haas now when he grabs his arms and tucks him between his legs as Wilson slips under, flipping Haas over and giving Wilson an innovative small package – 1…2…NO!! Haas storms to his feet and is tired of surprises, ramming his knee into Wilson’s midsection before taking him and flipping him overhead with a snap suplex. Cover – 1…2…NO!! Wilson keeps life and knows more is riding on this than just a loss, but perhaps a future shot at the tag titles. Haas tries to wear down his foe once more with several axe handles shots to the lower back before forcing Wilson to his feet. Wilson tries to surprise all once more with a swift swinging roudhouse kick, but Haas ducks underneath before nailing a perfect German suplex!! Haas with another cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Wilson still has fight in him!

Haas isn’t very pleased with his lightweight foe staying in this long, still trying to wear him down by driving his knee into his spine several times. Haas then chucks Wilson into the ropes, but the resilient Dungeon graduate holds onto them, preventing a rebound. An angry Haas charges at Wilson, only for Wilson to nail a backflip kick that sends him flipping over the ropes and onto the apron, while Haas reels. As he’s recovering, Wilson has time to get up and launch himself…springboard neckbreaker!! The Code Blue!! The crowd pops at the impressive move, but as Wilson covers Haas…Shelton Benjamin distracts the referee!! The WGTT’s hypocritical nature continues to be evident, as Benjamin orders the referee to pointlessly check on a ring post. Wilson removes himself from Haas’ body try and force Benjamin away, who drops from the apron before Wilson can try. Haas is to his feet now as Wilson makes his way back towards him…but he eats a jumping back kick from Wilson! He goes reeling again, only for Wilson to try again with the swinging roundhouse, but again misses, and Haas again countering and looking for the German suplex…Wilson stops himself halfway up, and turns it into a wheelbarrow victory roll – 1…2…3…!!!

Winner: TJ Wilson at (6:46)

And Wilson pulls that one out of his hat! Wilson is quick to get out of the ring and crack the first smile he’s had since he’s been here tonight, with Haas running his hands through his hair in disbelief. Benjamin is still pulling the referee over to examine the proclaimed bad ring post, arguing that the match should be thrown out because equipment was faulty. The ref doesn’t see it and leaves Benjamin even more vexed.


Joey Styles:
FINALLY a little bit of justice tonight! TJ Wilson responds to the challenge set forth by the World’s Greatest Tag Tam and gets a win here, without his partner!

JBL:
You mean he had to pull that out of the foxhole. Look at you bein’ a hypocrite, Joey! You’re hoopin’ an’ hollerin’ over a small win for TJ Wilson when there are clearly more important things goin’ on that that.

Joey Styles:
What could be more important than getting wins in a wrestling ring, John?

JBL:
Ask Shelton Benjamin! Clearly, there was something wrong with the way that ring corner was set up an’ he was tryin’ to get the referee’s attention to fix it so we could have a good, clean, safe match. I lost a lot of respect tonight for TJ Wilson an’ the Sons of the Dungeon.

Joey Styles:
…you mean the World’s Greatest Tag Team. They’ve been acting a little bit different over the last several weeks, and this just tips the scale in my regard.

JBL:
Well you’ve never been in that ring, so your regard doesn’t even matter. You’ve never competed in a faulty ring an’ trust me, it’s terrible, just like your commentary. I’m takin’ nothin’ away from the Sons as competitors, but beating your opponent because the field of play is in bad condition is just un-American.

Joey Styles:
Whatever, Bradshaw. Nonetheless, TJ Wilson does pick up a huge victory over one half of the AOW Tag Team Champions to assure them that whether solo or a team, the Sons of the Dungeon are absolutely no joke. But what isn’t a joke, ladies and gentlemen, is the final decree of Paul Heyman before he was assaulted here tonight and that was that in our main event, we will see two old rivals go head to head once again – Samoa Joe and Finlay with lock horns once more here in AOW, one of the most brutal and intense rivalries in our young history. But tonight, one of them will be the named the number one contender for the AOW title. Stay tuned!



Quote:
**Video Package**

We reach a black screen that soon comes to life in a desolate area in harsh sunrise, beckoning, no sound, until we hear a narrator

Narrator:
In the beginning…


As he speaks, the day seems to fast forward, the sun getting higher and higher in the sky

Narrator:
Light and darkness were separated


The day continues to be fast forwarded until the sun goes down, the moon rising in its place

Narrator:
Only one can exist while the other fades away.


The desolate place’s sand begins to swirl, conjuring images of AOW thus far, the first one of Shelton Benjamin suplexing London off a ladder…

Narrator:
But on February 3rd, 2008…


The sands swirl again, Jericho locking Michaels in the Liontamer, followed quickly by Finlay and Joe battling atop the Hammerstein Balcony

Narrator:
The light and dark shall clash once more…


Our view goes back up to the moon now, the night sky acting like a big screen, being played on it is the intense face of Christian Cage holding a chair over his head

Narrator:
But only one of them can remain in power…the other…meets exile.


The camera pans out a little bit, where we can see the silhouette of a man on a cliff, looking out at the moon. We can’t make out his face, being barely lit by the moon, but his figure seems familiar…




~AOW PRESENTS~
THIS IS EXILE
A THREE-HOUR PAY-PER-VIEW SPECIAL

FEBRUARY 3, 2008
IZOD Center – East Rutherford, New Jersey

**End Package**

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


~Backstage, Green Zone interview set…

The Miz:
Mike “The Miz” Mizanin here, with yet another AOW exclusive interview that only I can deliver! And giving you an exciting interview is gonna be pretty hard this time, because I’m pretty sure my guest is gonna be a sad boy. My guest at this time, Bryan Danielson!

~Danielson enters the frame with his hands on his hips, not at all happy about something and Miz being his interviewer doesn’t seem to help his mood

The Miz:
So Danielson – you say you’re not a guy known for talking the talk, but last week, all your gabbing about Chris Jericho needing to be stopped accumulated with you tapping out at the hands of the Master of War. What do you have to say about that?

Danielson:
Miz, Chris Jericho does need to be stopped. Have you taken a look out there tonight? Or even heard about what everyone’s been concerned about? He and his little gang just took the man who gave us all a job and tore him through a table.

The Miz:
But what does any of that have to do with you, Mr. Nosy? That kind of thinking got you in enough trouble last week.

Danielson:
It has everything to do with me. I am the AOW Cruiserweight Champion. A champion. My only thirst is for competition. But Chris Jericho has this overwhelming thirst for power. He’s –

~Danielson is cut off by the all too ominous figure of the menace that hasn't fled the arena himself, Chris Jericho, pops into the frame, immediately taking the focus and even making Miz flee the scene in intimidation

Chris Jericho:
You haven’t learned a damn thing, have you, Dragon? You still wanna play the knight in shining armor?

~Danielson gets in Jericho’s face

Danielson
:
I promise you will be stopped, Jericho.

~Jericho chuckles

Chris Jericho:
You’re one man, Danielson. Have you not seen what this Legion is capable of? We destroy men who think they can take us all down. So next time you even want to think about taking me down…just ask yourself – you and what army?

~Jericho walks off and laughs to himself while Danielson just stands there in intense disappointment, but perhaps realizing Jericho is right…


~Further backstage…


We remain in the backstage area, heading to the locker room, where we see Paul Burchill and Brent Albright, The Mercenaries. They seem to be in the middle of their favorite hobby, and that’s counting up money. Burchill appears to be going through a stack of bills before Carlito Colon bursts into the scene, still as flustered as he was earlier


Carlito:
Hey! Ju two! What de hell happened, eh? Carlito almost got mowed to pieces!

Burchill:
Woh there. Relax, mate. What’s wrong?

Carlito:
Carlito paid ju two good money to watch his back. But De Mexicools sent a freakin’ lawn mower after Carlito! Are ju not doing what Carlito paid ju to do?

Burchill:
I think we’re doing exactly what you paid us for. You paid us to watch your back for the Mexicools. I haven’t seen any Mexicools here tonight. Have you, youngblood?

Albright:
Nope. Nothing all night.

Burchill:
See? And you paid us to watch for Mexicools.

Albright:
Not their lawn mowers. There’s an insurance expense for that.

~Carlito stares at the Mercs like he just smelled something rotten. Even so, Carlito pulls a wallet out of his white blazer and throws a wad of bills into Burchill’s hand

Carlito:
Now ju two had better watch for dose pendehos AND their toys.

~’lito walks away angrily as Burchill smirks while handing the wad of cash to his apprentice as we fade away…


~Back at ringside…


Once we’re greeted back to the arena, an unfamiliar sound hits the speakers, as a high-energy, but serious hip-hop/tropical instrumental by the name of “MAN WIT’ NO LAND” greets us that gets sort of a buzz before the figure we recognize as Kofi Kingston leaps through the blood red curtains for the first time, bursting from backstage, and lands on his feet on the entrance stage, full of energy!! This instantly gets an intrigued pop from those witnessing it. He lands with his head down, wearing the same black hoodie he was wearing in his vids. He brings his head up and removes his hood, revealing a very pumped up man who breaks into his room-brightening smile as he comes down the ramp. He slaps a few high fives on his way, revealing to us that his hands and wrists are wrapped with black tape. Kofi stops at the end of the ramp and gets a running start before diving through the middle ropes and into the ring, leaping onto a turnbuckle in one smooth motion. The kid’s already shown sheer athleticism just in getting to the ring, tearing off his exercise pants to reveal green tights, knee pads, and boots with yellow, red, and black markings.


Joey Styles:
Ladies and gentlemen, this is the competition driven man in Kofi Kingston. Explosive isn’t even enough to describe how this kid operates! He’s a descendant from both Jamaican and Ghanan nobles, but despite that, he didn’t want to live a life of luxury. So he’s here, in AOW, to become the best to step into this ring.

JBL:
I give this guy credit for watin’ to not sit on his ass an’ be known for nothin’, but that’s just not good business. If I could make money sittin’ down an’ pleasin’ a bunch of idiots…wait…that is what I’m doin. Hahahaha!

Joey Styles:
Oh hush it, Bradshaw. And you can see the colors Kingston is boasting on his attire, combinations of green, red, yellow and black. These colors represent the colors of both Ghana and Jamaica, the heritages of which he both claims. And the kid’s got a megawatt smile to boot, doesn’t he?

JBL:
He won’t be smilin’ for long, Joey. This is wrestling. Not Miss America. I don’t care where you come from, whether you were born here or came rockin’ in a boat, if you can’t swim among these sharks, you’re gonna sink.


Kingston takes off his hoodie, revealing his arms are wrapped in the black tape about halfway up his forearm, and gets his incredible energy focused as he looks down the ramp to who his opponent may be, which, unusually, isn’t a jobber in the ring. The crowd also waits with him before another unfamiliar sound is heard on the speakers, a very ominous and dark instrumental by the name of “BLACK AND WHITE”, as the man we recognize as Tyler Black steps through the curtain, his ominous presence marked by his black longcoat, face-covering locks, and the fact that he just stands on the entrance ramp, motionless for a bit, before finally stepping his way down the ramp and to the ring. He whips the hair out of his face to reveal a very alternative-style looking man, very dark looking, his facial hair even looking manacing. He steps into the ring with the complete opposite of Kofi’s entrance, being with very little theatrics, no crowd pleasing, not as much energy, but much more intense and just as demanding. He throws his longcoat off to reveal red tights and fairly black-taped wrists himself.

Joey Styles:
And look what we have here!! Two men who have been advertised in the last couple of weeks get their debuts against one another in Kofi Kingston and now, Tyler Black!

JBL:
I love it. Paul Heyman said the show must go on, an’ he must’ve been lookin’ into the future to see these two guys who may very well be the future.

Joey Styles:
Shades of earlier this year when we had the Sons of the Dungeon and American Made debut against one another in a surprise move, but that just goes to show how things work in AOW! But quite in contrast to the background information we have about Kofi Kingston, we don’t know a whole lot about this Tyler Black fellow. All we do know is his philosophy regarding the fact that this world is not quote ‘black and white’ as so it appears.

JBL:
I can understand what he’s gettin’ at, but again, I have to point out that his is professional wrestling, not a university philosophy course. He can talk about his world views all he wants to but when he steps into the ring, it’s about walkin’ the walk, not talkin’ the talk.


MATCH 3
*Double Debut*
Kofi Kingston
v.
Tyler Black


Kingston and Black take a moment to take the other one’s presence in before Kingston steps into the center of the ring…and offers a knuckle bump to Black? The normally boxing and kickboxing custom catches a few in the audience by surprise, the commentators included. Black simply stares at the gesture for a moment, some in the crowd egging him on. Instead of sharing the bump, Black grapples Kingston by the wrist and pulls Kingston in with an immediate short arm clothesline!! A rude welcoming indeed for Kofi, as Black immediately starts garnering heat with that cheap move, perhaps solidifying where he stands. Kingston springs back to his feet using the ropes to recover, as he rubs his jaw with a very offended look on his face towards Black, who simply throws his hair out of the way and stares back at Kingston.

The two take another moment before stepping towards the center ring and getting in a lock-up, Black taking Kinston over in a headlock takedown. After a moment or so, Kingston gets the headscissors on Black and forces him to let it go, both men returning vertical. As they do so once more, Black catches Kofi in the headlock takeover, this time Kingston is quicker to get the headscissors to break the lock, once again bringing both men to their feet. The two then quickly go back at one another, this time, Kingston the one wrapping up the headlock takedown. Black stays underneath Kofi for just a few seconds before getting some headscissors of his own, but he keeps Kingston in them. Kofi doesn’t rise immediately, keeping his head in the scissors and trying for a sudden jackknife cover – 1…2…NO!! Black wraps his arms around Kingston and lifts himself up before performing a full gutwrench and pulling out a backside pin – 1…2…NO!! Kingston slides off and backs away, as does Black, getting an early stalemate and some crowd appreciation.

The two approach one another once again, this time Kingston looking for a strength test. Black hesitantly obliges, the two locking fingers with both hands before trying to force the other down. It’s Black to begins to pull away here, pushing Kingston down until he’s forced to bridge, showing off some flexibility. Black tries to force the issue, but has he does, he’s clocked in the side of the head with a Kingston kick, forcing Black off. But even as Black stumbles away to tend to his wounds, Kingston stays in the bridge before turning his hips and spinning to his feet, almost in capoeira fashion. The crowd is wowed, Kingston popping back vertical and tells Black to “bring more than that, mon!” Black is unimpressed and is more than happy to oblige, charging at Kingston, but the savvy Kofi grabs his arm as he goes by, whipping him into the ropes. On the rebound, Kingston lies flat, forcing Black to rebound once again, which Kingston leaps clean over, and on the third rebound, cleanly leaps that one as well. On the fourth rebound, Kingston seemingly hovers above the ground as he nails Black with a ridiculously momentous dropkick!! Kingston with a cover – 1…2…NO!

Black keeps the match going by pulling himself up, Kingston trying to be the aggressor, but getting met with a spinning back heel kick to the gut for his troubles. Black then takes Kofi this time and chunks him towards the ropes with a whip, but it turns out to be a deke, only for Black to pull Kingston back in for a short arm forearm. He keeps a grip on the wrist and pulls Kingston back in for a back elbow shot, before yanking Kingston past him and nailing a nifty ending combination neckbreaker!! Black going for his first cover here – 1…2…NO!! Kingston throws some leg up, but Black catches it and forces him to turn over before jumping on his head, locking him in a grounded headlock. The two stay in the rest hold for a little while, only for Kingston to lift Black up for a back suplex, but Black backflips out of the move, impressing a few. Kingston uses Black’s balancing time to rush and rebound off the ropes in front of him before charging right back at Black…and HITTING A CROSS BODY THAT SENDS BOTH MEN ROOKIES TUMBLING OVER THE TOP ROPE!! Kingston THROWS his body to the wind right before we’re forced away.



**COMMERCIAL BREAK**



As soon as we come back, Black and Kingston are still on the outside, however, Black has gone on the offensive once more, dodging under a wild Kingston right hand and delivers a backhand CHOP(Wooooo!) that sends Kingston reeling. But the Jamaican/Ghanan hybrid quickly counters back with a hard right hand. Black then counters with a right hand of his own, the two continually exchanging blows. Just when there seems to be a rhythm to their punches, Kingston completely upsets it with a hard straight punch right to Black’s nose that sends him backpedaling against the iron post. Referee Ray Ramsey is already to a count of six, but Kingston looks for another straight punch here…NOBODY HOME, KINGSTON PUNCHES STEEL!! Kingston’s knuckles crunch against the unforgiving post, the kickbox-esque nature of Kingston comes to bite him on that one. Black sees a big opening on that one, now catching the reeling Kingston with another back kick, but then quickly spins behind and lifts him…and DRIVES KINGSTON’S SPINE INTO THE RING LIP WITH A BACKDROP!!

A brutal move from such a fresh face, Black now rolling Kingston in before the count out ends it and shifting gears for a cover – 1…2…NO!! Kingston somehow still has the back strength to torque his spine to throw up a shoulder. Black enters a feral state, however, taking the shoulder Kingston threw up and starts bending back the fingers on the very hand Kingston crashed against the post moments ago. Kofi is at Black’s mercy for several excruciating moments, his thousand watt smile turned into a brilliant teeth-clenched grimace. Kingston grits through the pain and gets back vertical, socking Black with his good hand before delivering a vicious kick that sends Black into a corner and off his fingers. Kingston, perhaps on instinct, socks Black with a hard right hand again, but reels as he does so, having to shake it off. Black takes advantage of the slight yet again, popping out of the corner and nailing a jumping enzeguiri that sends Kingston reeling into the ropes and following to a corner.

Black takes several steps back from the recovering Kingston before charging with a running corner elbow smash, the contact echoing around New York! The crowd “oooos” with it as Kingston damn near collapses out of the corner, gripping onto the top rope with his bad hand. As Black steps back, he realizes this and gets a leg high up, trapping Kingston’s knuckles between his boot and rope. Ramsey begins the count of five, Black torturing Kingston until a count of four. Black then lets his foot down before getting in Ramsey’s face. While Joey and JBL argue over whether this is disrespect or getting recognized, Black asks Ramsey “you think your rules matter, ref? Huh? Your black and white rules mean as much as your black and white shirt!” Ramsey looks like he wants to punch the rookie, but nonetheless, Black turns back towards Kingston and charges again, perhaps looking for another impact elbow…Kingston dodges by sitting through the middle ropes, sending Black chest first into the post before springing up…pendulum kick from Kingston! It’s Black’s turn to go reeling, as Kingston climbs back in and springs off the second then top rope…SKY HIGH CROSSBODY!! He lands square on top of Black with a cover – 1…2...3-NO!!

The explosive Kingston doesn’t appreciate that kickout, the crowd appreciating Kofi’s hangtime, but he drags Black to his feet regardless. Black springs back to life and surprises everyone with a hurricanrana! Kingston’s whipped across the ring from that move, going right back at Black, but being met with a back leg sweep that takes his legs from underneath him and gets Black a quick cover – 1…2…NO!! Kingston springs back up and nails Black with a series of sway chops before rushing and nailing a hurricanrana of his own! His flings Black all the way through the ropes and back onto the floor! Kingston starts looking around the arena before building himself up, feeling it as he rushes through the ropes with a SUICIDE DIVE…NOBODY HOME!! Black sees the move coming and darts out of the way, sending Kingston crashing to the arena floor! Black quickly rolls back inside and waves his finger at the downed Kingston before rebounding off the ropes…and leaping onto the top rope and towering over the recovering Kingston for a moment…before LEAPING WITH A PLANCHA SHOOTING STAR PRESS RIGHT ON TOP OF KINGSTON!! WOW!! These two young guns are leaving absolutely nothing on the table in their very first match! The entire crowd is in awe at that, Black wobbling to his feet, almost seemingly reaching for the announce table that’s not there.

Kingston is kept down by Black, who does reach his feet and plants a boot firmly in Kofi’s ribs before chunking him back in the ring. Black doesn’t immediately go for the cover, JBL chalking it up as a huge rookie mistake, but now going towards the top rope. He takes a moment to get his balance, but it costs him when Kingston comes to and leaps cleanly onto the top rope and begins the 10-punch! The crowd is back in awe at Kingston now, but he’s not done…FRANKENSTEIR!! A Jamaican Frankensteir! Black goes tumbling to the canvas, flopping onto his face in a little bit of overselling. Even so, he’s covered three-quarters of the ring in that regard, Kingston slowly crawling over to his position. But with every inch Kofi crawls, the ring-aware Black rolls away from him before stopping in a corner. The unprepared for a lengthy match Kingston drags Black from out of the corner and finally is able to go for a cover – 1…2…3-NO!! BLACK WITH THE GUTS!!

We don’t know either man’s movesets very well at this point in their AOW venture, but one can see they’re trying to pull out all the stops. Kingston awaits for Black to get back to his feet before hitting him again with a trifecta of sway chops and trying to get a feel back, Black coming at him with a hard clothesline, but Kofi ducks and turns it into the SOS!! The Ranhei folds his philosophical foe up for a hopeful count here – 1…2…3-NO!! The unique move still doesn’t put Black away! Kofi shows some frustration by pounding the mat with his good hand, trying to drag Tyler back up to his feet, when Black surprises him with a sleeper hold!! Black realizing the quick paces work in Kofi’s favor looks to perhaps slow him down here! Black even leaps onto Kingston’s back, forcing him to bear his own weight. It doesn’t take long for the withered Kingston to start falling towards the canvas, the match nearing the fifteen minute mark.

Black adds some bodyscissors to his hold, Kingston beginning to fade fast, but now it’s his turn to show some resiliency as he refuses to be put to sleep here, getting back to his feet. Black is ready for this, however, as he unhooks the sleeper hold on the still drowsed Kingston…AND DELIVERS A ROARING ELBOW TO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!! WOW!! Kingston drops like an absolute stone in a move that would make Chris Hero damn proud. This possibly KOs the tropical wonder here, but again, Bradshaw mentions Black’s mistake in not covering Kingston here. Instead, Black drags the dead weight of Kingston back to his feet before looking to lift him in a belly to back position…into a reverse STO!! Belly to back suplex into a reverse STO!! The crowd hasn’t seen something like that, popping big for the unique move, possibly an answer to Kingston’s Ranhei. Black now has to shoot the half and drag over Kingston’s dead body – 1…2…3…NO!! Kingston has something in him following those two blows to keep going!

Black throws some hair back out of his face, not happy that Kofi keeps going on him here. Tyler then looks very sinisterly down at his opponent before delivering an insurance stomp to his bad knuckles. Black then steps back and appears to be stalking his prey here, the son of a Ghana noble groggily getting to his feet…only to be met by a yakuza kick!! This damn near tears Kingston’s head off and doesn’t help his possible concussion as Black goes for another cover now – 1…2…3-FOOT ON THE ROPES! Kingston might not have his head screwed on straight by this point, but he still knows where he is! Black again throws his hair out of his face in frustration before throwing Kingston’s foot off the ropes. We can see by the look in Black’s eyes, he’s running through all the moves he’s done and all the moves he still has in his repertoire. He has an ‘aha’ moment and brings Kingston back up and looks to pull him up for a powerbomb, but Kingston gets out by dropping behind Black…TROUBLE IN PARADISE…AS BLACK FLOPS THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPES TO THE FLOOR!! The crowd may not know if it’s his finisher, but it is in awe at the 540 roundhouse executed by Kingston, who looks on in a bit of frustration himself that Black has flopped to the floor. He tries to shake the cobwebs out of his head and takes a moment to gather himself before looking down to see Black on the outside, using the barricade to get to his feet after being knocked out. Kingston then rushes towards the opposite ropes, leaping through the middle rope…SUICIDE DIVE CONNECTING THIS TIME, KINGSTON A MISSLILE INTO BLACK!! Both rookies are laid out yet AGAIN!! The crowd is giving both of these men their utmost respect in their debuts as we cut yet away for a second time.



**COMMERCIAL BREAK**



As we focus back from the commercial into the ring and these two very impressive young men, Kingston has evidently reset the count out at some point, as the referee is only at a three count and he’s vertical. Kingston roams over and grabs Black by his drooping locks and barely has the strength anymore to throw black back under, but attempts to do so anyway. Black stunts him by delivering a backhand blow to his gut before taking his battered hand and drives it against the ring lip! Kinston reels as Black climbs onto the apron and looks to get back in, but Kofi keeps pace and leaps back into the apron, the two having another back and forth. Kingston counters one of Black’s punches and wraps his arm…hip toss from the apron back into the ring!! Black tumbles back into the fray, Kingston now impatiently and excitingly awaiting for Tyler to get back up before springboarding and soaring…RIGHT INTO A DROPKICK!! Black knocks the aerodynamic Kingston right out of the air, going for another cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Kofi stays alive even longer!!

Black doesn’t cry over this spilt milk, as he takes Kingston and drives a knee into his gut before whipping him hard into a corner. Kofi’s spine bounces hard off the post, sending him back towards his dark foe, who hoists him on his shoulders…fireman’s carry facebuster!! Black flings Kingston a good bit as he lands flat on his face and chest, prompting him to coil in pain for a moment. Black doesn’t way for Kingston to do much else as he falls back flat on his face, as he drives a knee drop into the back of Kingston’s head! Again Black going for the possible concussion, rolling Kingston over once more – 1…2…3-NO!! Kingston still has enough in him! Black again starts wrenching back Kofi’s fingers then, causing him to yelp in pain. Kofi still gets vertical, but as soon as he does, he’s thrown back towards a corner by Black. The athletic Kingston counters by leaping onto the middle rope and jumping right back at the pursuing Black…AND NAILS A TORNADO DDT!! WOW!!

Both men lie absolutely flatlined and eagle spread, the only thing even remotely looking like life is after a dramatic moment of motionlessness, Kingston grabs at his hurt fingers and tucks them under his body, only for the entire audience to start chiming up in a “THIS IS AWESOME!” chant. The two men lie almost perfectly still for more than a minute until Kingston crawls to life, and slings an arm across the body of his opponent – 1…2…3-NO!! BLACK ROLLS A SHOULDER!! These two young guns are literally pulling it all out, Kingston now getting vertical and shaking his wrist, trying to wake up his hurt knuckles before running at the ropes and coming back to Black’s body and shifting his shoulders – “BOOM! BOOM!” – before leaping with the “BOOM” leg drop!! This gets one last excited gasp from the crowd as Kingston rolls away after impact and takes his turn to stalk Black now, as he starts slowly clapping his hands above his head, the crowd soon catching on and clapping with him as Black slowly begins getting to his feet as Kingston goes for another TROUBLE IN PARADISE…BLACK DUCKS, wary of the blow after being already struck once. Black goes for what looks like a SUPERKICK, but Kingston ducks that, the Yakuza kick coming back to his memory. That flash dodge turns into ANOTHER TROUBLE IN PARADISE…ANOTHER DODGE by Black, who takes Kingston from behind…SWINGING LIFTING INVETED DDT!! PAROXYSM!! All those blows to the head come right back into play, Kingston possibly being concussed completely, as Black floats into a double leg hook cover – 1…2…3…!!!

Winner: Tyler Black at (25:11)


Black uncoils the small package pin lies eagle spread alongside Kingston, these two literally leaving it all in the ring on their debut night. And the crowd stands up and gives both of these men a STANDING OVATION ON THEIR VERY FIRST NIGHT. At that, they’ve taken up a full third of the show with their efforts, as the clock is almost striking 10:30. No one seems to care, least of all Tyler Black, who is the first to rise to his feet, using the ropes to crawl up. He also seems to be dejecting the crowd reaction. The zebra helps Kingston get to his feet, who also has to lean on the ropes and takes in his reaction.

JBL:
Well I’ll be damned.

Joey Styles:
You and me and every single person in this arena and watching at home.

JBL:
You wanna talk about bustin’ your ass to make a name for yourself, you wanna talk about bustin’ your ass to put on a show, you wanna talk about bustin’ your ass for the whole wrestlin’ world to see, an’ these two young guns did just that.

Joey Styles:
On a night where the world was shocked and shockwaved by the destruction of Paul Heyman, two young men have grabbed center stage and given AOW the heads up that they are here and that they are for real. Tyler Black picking up a victory in his first ever match against Kofi Kingston and this crowd is showing them the utmost respect for both of their respective efforts here this evening.

JBL:
But what about our main event? We’ve still got a number one contender’s match to get to!

Joey Styles:
True, Bradshaw, but we’re pretty close to going off the air. But I’m not even sure if Samoa Joe and Finlay could have given more than these two men did here tonight. Almost a half hour of defiance from them both, with Tyler Black just edging out Kofi Kingston with the move he calls the Paroxysm, playing repeatedly off of Kingston’s blows to the head.

JBL:
An’ I think more than anything, we realized just who these two young men are tonight. I’ve seen men cut promos in that ring an’ reveal less of who they are than both of these kids did tonight. You’ve got the best kept secret from the tropics, Kofi Kingston, who can get some damn good hangtime, is willin’ to throw caution to the wind, but he’s not afraid of the ground and pound. Then we got Tyler Black, who you can’t take your eye off for a second because he hits so many combinations and can come from anywhere.

Joey Styles:
Not to mention he’s pretty ruthless, going right after every weakness or injury Kingston had in this contest. And what’s this…?


A neck-gripping Kingston is approaching center ring, Black looking on ominously. Kinston is struggling to get around a little bit, but he makes it to the middle…before extending his hand towards Black. He still wants that knuckle bump. Black approaches him with a semi look of disbelief, not entirely sure why Kingston still wants it after all that. He sits there and stares at him for a moment…before his face twists into a grin and he starts laughing to himself and walks right past Kingston, garnering a solid fray of heat. Kingston drops the fist in rejection as Black tumbles through the ropes and starts walking back up the ramp, still smiling and laughing to himself.

Joey Styles:
Kingston obviously still wanting a show of respect from Tyler Black, but Black just laughing him off and heading going back.

JBL:
How smart is this kid. Takin’ nothin’ away from Kofi Kingston, but Tyler Black didn’t need to bump fists with anybody. He just beat him an’ stole this whole damn show. He doesn’t need anyone else’s approval tonight.

Joey Styles:
But how smart is this, Bradshaw? On your first night, you’re already making enemies? What’s that? Uh, folks, I’m getting word from the truck that there’s something going on backstage…



~Backstage halls…


There is indeed something going on, as Samoa Joe and Finlay have sparked yet another one of their infamous brawls! There are officials lying everywhere, as apparently, this has been going on for a while, and they’ve thrown their restrictors by the wayside! Finlay is in control here, bashing Joe with several rights and forcing him to back away into a wall, but Joe quickly pushes him off and charges at him, breaking an emergency glass behind them!! Finlay reels and holds his back from that blow, with Joe grabbing what was in the safety glass – a fire extinguisher!! Possibly a call-back to their very first brawl, Joe grabs the tank of chemicals and doesn’t open fire. Instead, he takes the extinguisher itself…and damn near breaks it open on Finlay’s back!!

Finlay collapses now, his vertebrate possibly broken here! Joe stares at his fallen rival for a moment before raising the tank again…but he’s struck in the knee by Finlay’s shillelagh!! Evidently dropped at some point, Finlay finds it on the floor around him and drives it into Joe!! This causes the Submission Machine to drop the extinguisher and grab at his appendage, Finlay struggling to his feet and gripping his back…before delivering another cruel shot to the knee!! Joe writhes in pain before Finlay drops his staff and again tends to his lower back before picking Joe up and looking to chunk him through a double-door.

Despite the pain, Joe starts fighting back once more. The two do a brawling dance for a bit, both men getting several blows on each other before Joe, on the power of one knee, lifts Finlay across his chest! We can see he’s struggling mightily, but he puts everything he has left into one final charge…BREAKING BOTH HE AND FINLAY THROUGH THE DOUBLE DOORS!! OH MY GOD!! The doors are torn right off their hinges and lay damn near destroyed, as Joe rolls off of Finlay, gripping his potentially broken knee, while Finlay tends to his possibly destroyed back.

As we get a shot of them writhing in pain and attempting to get to their feet, we also get a shot of where they are – the parking garage. Not too far from them, we see what looks like a limousine…before it cranks up and the headlights turn on. Finlay and Joe don’t pay any attention to this, as Joe starts hopping on one leg on over to the still downed Finlay, pulling him back up to finish the job. But the limo driver has other plans, the limo roaring towards Joe and Finlay…AND HITS BOTH MEN!! FINLAY AND JOE ARE HIT BY A CAR!! It seemingly clips Joe’s injured knee, getting more of Finlay, who rolls off the hood right back onto his further damaged back!!

Both men are in undeniable pain now, no matter how tough they are, they just got run over! The limo backs up a bit before it begins to pull away and begins turning out of the parking garage. As it does so, it stops as one of its rear windows rolls down…and we see Chris Jericho smirking out the window, looking down on the destruction that was obviously premeditated. The devil just couldn’t live with one lost soul tonight, Jericho’s evil smirk slinking back into the limo as the elongated car rolls off. On this Oblivion, the final thought may be the memory of two young men proving their worth, but the final image is a heavy reminder that we may be in for anarchy, as Finlay and Samoa Joe try to crawl back not into contention, but merely to their feet from a power-hungry champion as we

Fade…

To….

Black…


END SHOW







THIS IS EXILE
IZOD Center – East Rutherford, New Jersey
February 3rd, 2008
*Current Card*

~AOW Heavyweight Championship~
Chris Jericho(c) v. Samoa Joe OR Finlay




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