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Very good read there with the notes and I'm pleased you clarified everything regarding MVP jumping ship. Obviously there would be such legal issues so I'm glad you are actually going down that route rather than just using it as a bit of unrealistic controversy. This certainly makes it feel more legit so kudos on that front.

Apologies for not dishing you some feedback. I intended to but let's face it, what more can be said after the former King issues his thoughts? Looking forward to the next one fella
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So, first off, let me say that my notifications haven't been working for this site, so I've missed quite a bit -_- Ecstatic to know that this thread isn't dead, though. I was worried for a while. That said, let's go into my review of this week's Oblivion!

(Wait, I lied. This Trios tournament you're about to embark on... look, we all know that there's two trios who need to make an appearance in this. They may not be AOW guys, but The Colony and F.I.S.T. NEED to make an appearance. I'm beggin' ya!)

First of all, happy to see Christian back at long last! I think you handled the promo quite well. You could tell he was stoaked to return, but he still had that tunnel vision, was still a little out of it, and that was excellent to see! It adds a lot to his character, instead of just being the messiah of the Peeps. Seeing Jericho snap like he did was pretty well done, as well. It's after great loss that the world's great leaders start to make mistakes, and I see Jericho in that spot right now, having lost half of his army. The fact that Christian threw out Jericho's mind games and got a few good shots in made me actually verbally cheer in delight. (Real quickly, you accidentally spelled Finlay instead of Foley in Wright's beat down of em'.) The massive brawl that ensued was actually really exciting to read. It's a testament to your writing how you can draw me back in even after being gone from the story for a few months! Pat yourself on the back, mate.

JBL and Joey's banter is still entertaining as hell. Nuff' said.

While I personally would have brought in Teddy Hart, or used Jack Evans, having the Sons of the Dungeon team up with Lance Storm was a good move. I effing love Lance! WGTT and Low Ki... seems a little random, but I can't think of anyone better to team up with them, so it works. The match itself was pretty solid, and I'm really glad that the Sons won the bout. I feel that they could use the rub a little bit more (Again, coming from the perspective of somebody who hasn't been around for a bit, so take that with a grain of salt)

The AM-Doane-Worthy Legion promo was pretty good. I always had a feeling that AM would fit in with the Worthy Legion, and AM teaming with Doane in the Trios tournament makes a lot of sense to me. The fact that Jericho was still livid, but at the same time, realized that winning the Trios tournament would bring some honor back to the Legion made perfect sense to me, as well.

The Punk promo was intense, but not overly intense. It was a typical Punk promo, but done in a way that worked beautifully. Having Lance come in at the end got a pop out of me. Once more, effing love Lance.

JESUS!!!!! Okay, the Danielson-Skipper segment was fucking BRUTAL!!! It sent a message, though, and having Helms back down like he did proved that the message was sent. Kind of curious if Skipper is going to want revenge, though. Danielson sent a message, but Skipper's not exactly someone to sneeze at.

The ad for Outer Limits was pretty cool. Nuff' said.

Jack Evans & The Hooliganz... okay, that's a match made in heaven. THe same can be said for Regal and the Mercenaries (Freaking awesome that you brought Regal in to AOW. I can see him being the mentor that the Mercenaries have needed for a while). That said, I'm a little disappointed that the Mercenaries and Regal won the bout so quickly, especially considering how long the first Trios match was. For time reasons, I understand why it was done, but I digress.

Alex Riley's in OVW? Man, I gotta go back and read the updates! Seeing Heyman appear was a nice little touch. It's Christian's final words, however, that made the entire segment. I'm going to go ahead and say, once more, that I LOVE what you did with him!

YES! YES! YES!! PUNK WON!!! Sorry, marked out a bit. Anyways... hang on... MVP?!? WITH THE US TITLE?!? Holy shit! You know how to leave on a cliff hanger, good sir! After reading the information you posted, I love how much detail you went into the entire scenario. AOW has a little bit of everything, and we can now throw court-room drama into that list. I am bummed to hear that Hassan, Lashley AND Wright might be on their way out, but that does get me excited to see who you may or may not bring in to replace them.

All in all, another great show. BEYOND happy to see that this thread is still alive, and is as entertaining as ever!
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!!AOW.COM EXCLUSIVES!!

This week on Exclusives, the World’s Greatest Tag Team try to stay on the same page, Aero Star and the Mexicools fill up and rebrand, Matt Sydal trains with his Trios team, and Robert Szatowski makes a desperate plea.

Spoiler for Robert Szatowski Lays Down the Law:


We’re brought to a scene of nothing before the camera seemingly gets some kind of clarity and the face that we know as Rob Van Dam…er…Rob Szatowski shows up. But he doesn’t look nearly as easy going as we’re used to…

Szatowski:
This is Robert Szatowski. I’m not Rob Van Dam. Not anymore.
~Szatowski keeps a stern face

Szatowski:
So if there’s any fan out there who wants me back in the ring, I’m sorry, but I’m done. To any of the boys in the locker room who really wanted me to come back and do my thing, I’m sorry. And to you, Dave Finlay…
~Szatowski grimaces and scratches the back of his neck before continuing

Szatowski:
…STOP. NOW. I’ve already said that I’m done and anything you do from here on out is just…just brutality on false ears. Tommy Dreamer didn’t deserve what happened to him. He was bleeding for no reason and you know that. And that’s why I can’t ever come back. Because it’s all senseless. Every drop of Tommy’s blood was just…senseless.
~Is Rob trying to convince himself here…?

Szatowski:
Rob Van Dam wouldn’t let a thing like that slide. But Robert Szatowski wants no part of that. He wants no part of the risks. He wants no part of the rewards. He wants no part of wrestling. He wants…he wants no part of wrestling. Not even watching it.
~This statement genuinely seems to break Szatowski’s heart to say, but he’s not letting that on

Szatowski:
So everybody…please. For Tommy, Sonya’s, and my sake…just stop.
~Szatowski looks bummed to the furthest extent before reaching over and seemingly cutting off the camera



Spoiler for The Sydal/Kidman Chronicles VI: Billy and the Kids:


The scene opens to just that of Billy Kidman standing outside on what seems like a bridge of some sort in a sweatsuit, holding what appears to be a stopwatch. He stands motionless and just stares down at the stopwatch before he starts pacing a little bit. His face remains stern. He looks up and down the bridge just in time to see a blur of black, green, and red run right past him.

A second or two later, another blur, this one in white and blue, rush past Kidman. He presses a button on the stopwatch to stop it before turning to where the two blurs stopped off camera, both of them now in the frame. Matt Sydal, in white and blue, is bent over and obviously exhausted. Next to him is Kofi Kingston in the same training clothes from his video packages standing up, his hands on his head and trying to gather his breath. He too appears to be sweating, but not as much as Sydal.

Kidman:
Matt, you were behind Kofi again.

Sydal:
I…I know.
~Sydal is trying to speak though panting furiously

Kingston
:
It’s alright, mon. We’ll go again.

Kidman:
No, it’s alright.
~Kidman hands Kofi his stopwatch and begins to take off his sweatshirt, showing a tank top underneath

Sydal
:
What’re you…?

Kidman:
What? You kids think I’m gonna let you run wild and not let me in on the action?
~Kofi actually lights up with one of his thousand watt smiles

Kingston
:
I knew I wasn’t goin’ regret agreeing to de Trios Tournament with you.

Sydal:
Speaking of which…shouldn’t we be looking for a third guy?

Kidman:
What, does being tired make you blind? All this time I haven’t just been training you. I've been training with you.
~Sydal actually stands up now, just seeming to get what’s going on

Kidman
:
Matt, me and you this time. If you’re this tired and still can’t beat a rusty old timer like me, maybe we really should go looking for a third guy.
~Kidman playfully jabs Sydal in the shoulder, Sydal suddenly smiling getting a burst of energy

Sydal
:
I figured you’d never be able to stay out of the ring, you old fart. Down the bridge and back. Alright Kofi?
~Kingston is almost smiling out of face at the moment

Kingston
:
I know de drill, mon. This goin’ be too good.
~Sydal and Kidman both get set, waiting on Kingston’s –

Kingston
:
GO!!

~Both men SHOOT out of the frame and down the bridge, Kofi watching them the whole way and quickly gives us his best Jim Ross impersonation

Kingston
:
Get it, Billy!! Get it, Billy!!
~Kingston seems to be enjoying himself, but we never get to see who actually wins as after that line, seeing as how we slowly fade out…



Spoiler for The NEW Three Amigos…?:


We’re brought to what looks like…a Mexican restaurant? It certainly appears to be, but wherever it is, there’s mariachi music being played over a speaker and the trio of Psicosis, Super Crazy, and Aero Star (from left to right) appear sitting in a table booth. All three men are in street clothes. Even Aero Star, but he’s still in his mask just like a good luchador should. Psicosis and Star seem to be finished eating, but Super Crazy is still filling his face.

Psicosis:
So I was thinkin’, vato. With Aero Star still bein’ a rookie and all and jour concussion still actin’ up, I was thinkin’ that probably I’d be team captain. That alright with ju’, homes?
~Super Crazy puts down his fork, but he doesn’t stop looking at his food

Crazy
:
Oh, yeah. Dat’s good.
~Aero Star SNAPS his fingers in front of the hungry Crazy, getting his attention and directing him at Psicosis without saying a word

Crazy
:
Oh ju’ mean ju’ as captain? Yeah, yeah, it’s all good, vato.
~Psicosis gives a crafty Mexican smile

Psicosis
:
We’re in business then, vato! Haha!
~Psicosis gets a little too happy, ruffing up Super Crazy’s frizzy hair and grabbing at Aero Star’s head

Crazy
:
Hold up though, homes. If we wanna look good in dis Trios Tournament, we can’t jus’ be “Aero Star an’ de Mexicools”. No offense, Aero Star.
~Star, again silent, just shakes his head and holds up an open palm, signaling ‘none taken’.

Crazy
:
We need to change de name. Something for all of us, ju’ know?
~After a moment of pondering, Psicosis seems to get a light bulb go off

Psicosis
:
I got it! How about team Psico…Super…Star.
~Psicosis points from person to person as he says the name

Crazy
:
Equipo PsicoSuperStar. Eso es!! Psico…Super…Star. Psico…Super…Star.
~Crazy keeps repeating the team name, again pointing to each man as he says it before getting Psicosis to join in again and getting Star to nod along with the rhythm. Crazy and Psicosis both have big grins on their face while Aero Star just smiles as the scene fades away…



Spoiler for A Pair of Aces:


We open up in what looks like the locker room from this past Oblivion, Shelton Benjamin and Charlie Haas in fresh street clothes packing things into their duffle bags. The room is in complete, but utterly tense, silence. No man says a word until Benjamin throws a singlet in his bag and is prepared to walk out, but Haas stops him.

Haas:
Shelton, wait. Look, I know I wasn’t a very good ‘captain’ out there tonight. I’m sorry and it’s my fault we lost.
~Benjamin turns back to Haas and sets his bag down, but he doesn’t look very accepting of the apology

Benjamin:
Oh. So you can sing a different song?

Haas:
What do you mean?

Benjamin:
Oh, nothing. Just I haven’t heard you stop braggin’ about beating me Sunday night until just then.

Haas:
Hey, don’t get on me about that. I might’ve been an ass the last few days, but if you had beaten me, you know damn well you’d have done the same thing.
~The tension in the room actually gets thicker, Haas and Benjamin staring each other in the eyes with intensity until Shelton…laughs?

Benjamin:
…yeah. You right.
~Both men now chuckle a little bit, possibly because it is funny or possibly because they’re laughing to keep from fighting. Either way, Benjamin slaps a hand on Haas’ shoulder

Benjamin:
But you don’t need to worry about apologizing, man. We entered that tournament to find competition. And we did.
~Haas looks a little puzzled

Haas:
…we did?

Benjamin:
Oh yeah. Charlie, lemme ask you a question…how many times have we been pinned since we’ve been in AOW?

Haas:
Um…I think only twice.

Benjamin:
Twice. And right after we lost those, we beat the guys that pinned us in our very next match, didn’t we?

Haas:
That we did.

Benjamin:
Exactly. So I think we’ve found the competition we wanted. Now we just gotta do what we always do – beat’em next time.

Haas:
That sounds like a plan I can get behind.
~The two friends/champions/obsessive competitors pump fists before grabbing their duffle bags and their Tag Team Championships and heading out the door, obviously joint in thought as we fade away…




2.13.08

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

“The Art of Fiction is Dead”



A week ago, CM Punk successfully defended his AOW Dynasty Championship against a nemesis that has hounded him for ages in Muhammad Hassan. But it was what happened after that match that got people talking. A man dressed in all black and beholding a golden crucifix chain clubbed the young champion in the back of the head with a burlap sack before reaching in the bag and pulling out an entire controversy. A man who merely twenty-four hours before had been a mainstay on WWE television was now standing in an AOW ring for reasons we weren’t sure of. But now, after the entire wrestling world has had a week to settle from the aftershock, the man who has been preceded as “The Saint” will make his official decree and answer all the questions rummaging through everyone’s minds – why is he in AOW, what caused him to leave another company, and why he chose CM Punk as a target.

In addition to hearing from the man the world is wondering about, there’s even bigger fish to fry when two men who are due for a date in their home country sign on the dotted line. Last week, Paul Heyman showed back up with his battle scars and told Mick Foley that AOW Heavyweight Champion and his number one contender Christian Cage would be signing off on the official contract for their highly anticipated The Outer Limits title match. But he also said that if either Christian or Jericho set hands on one another, they will be “severely punished”. After Christian tore into the champ last week, that may be easier as a threat than as a practice. Will the Man on the Moon be able to keep his composure when he has to sign papers across from The Worthy Champion that has made his life a hell for nearly his entire AOW career?

But with all that talkin’, you gotta have some rasslin’ and you’ll get exactly that. Why? Because we’ve got two more Trios Tournament opening round matches right on tap! Last week, we found out where Ken Doane’s been since This is Exile when he showed up with American Made and confronted Chris Jericho with a deal. While Jericho accepted it, it’s put both Doane and American Made on close watch to the point where they virtually must win this tournament. To do so, they have to defeat the newly-dubbed but incredibly energetic “PsicoSuperStar”. On the other end, the vicious combination of the Samoan Fight Club and the luchaor’s nemesis, Carlito Colon, will make their debut against another debuting trio and the AOW in-ring debut of Billy Kidman. Kidman will be leading the team of his pupil, the winless but determined Matt Sydal, and the instant impact rookie himself, Kofi Kingston. Which of these four teams will prove to have the guts to stick up with Mercs Inc. and the Sons & Storm?

But that’s not all! Rob Szatowski wants his message on the airwaves, Gregory Helms says he has ‘something’ in store for Bryan Danielson, and where will Mick Foley’s office be this week? All this (and more!) on the next edition of Wednesday Night Oblivion, only at 9/8c on FX!!


.:Confirmed for Oblivion:.


AOW Championship match signing between Chris Jericho and Christian Cage


~Trios Tournament Opening Round Matches~
Ken Doane & American Made vs. Billy Kidman, Kofi Kingston, & Matt Sydal
Carlito Colon & Samoan Fight Club vs. PsicoSuperStar

PLUS…

“The Saint” explains it all



Hope to have this up around the end of the weekend. Hope I get a new castle maid all stay well until then




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2.13.08

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

“The Art of Fiction is Dead”


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

***

For one of the only times in AOW history, we get the opening package, but we don’t get a panorama shot of the entire Ballroom. Instead, we get a shot of the very same man that we closed on last week and that being Montel Vontavious Porter, or at least that’s how we know him for now. He’s standing alone in the ring wearing an outfit that wouldn’t look too out of place on a pimp – a red three piece suit with a black undershirt. We can’t exactly read his expression because he’s still got his sunglasses on. Instead of the large gold crucifix chain we saw him have last week, he has a smaller gold chain around his neck with an equally smaller crucifix. The buzz around the arena is positively insane. While no one’s popping out of their seats, there’s an awful lot of talking going on around the Hammerstein. This continues until Porter raises a microphone to his lips.


MVP:
I just feel terrible about all of this. I really do.

~The first words spoken by this man don’t exactly seem genuine

MVP:
I mean, I know I’ve caused a whole lot of ruckus. All of you know who I am. But I don’t have a damn clue who any of you are.

~…and presto, some heat starts to make its way to Porter

MVP:
Or at least you know who I once was. My name is not “Montel Vontavious Porter”. As a matter of fact, I think that’s the stupidest name I’ve ever heard. I think it’s downright disgusting and insulting to me as a person. That’s because that was my slave name.

~More buzz from this, as we’re not quite sure what to think of that one

Banks:
On October 28th, 1973 in the heart of Liberty City, Miami, Florida, my mamma gave birth to a boy named Antonio Banks. That’s my name. That’s who I’m gonna be.

~Banks actually gets a small round of applause for this

Banks:
I find it so funny that I was born in the heart of Liberty City. Because everyone knows that a Black man in America doesn’t have any liberty at all.

~…and we’re back to a round of uncertain heat

Banks:
Don’t boo the truth!

~And of course, this prompts even more heat

Banks:
Of course you’re gonna boo! I look out across this entire arena and all I see is a disgusting blanket of white.

~And in no time flat, Banks has gotten nearly the entire arena to throw heat on him

Banks:
The “White man” runs the land. He always has. Especially when it comes to business. The professional wrestling industry is no different. Why? Because I just said it – pro wrestling is an industry. It’s a business before it’s anything else.

~Banks starts going around the ring a little bit

Banks:
And what’s good for business…evidently ain’t putting a Black man as the poster boy. If ya skin is just a little dark, you might as well get in the back.

~A bit more heat for Banks here

Banks:
I left that other company because things like that have always happened. A lot of you people might remember some little thing called the “Attitude Era” or whatever. Two men made it to the top of that company in those years – a beer guzzling redneck and a proud, electric, Samoan bull.

~”Austin” and “Rocky” chants start sprinkling all around the place

Banks:
I dare you to take a guess which one of those two guys they gave the ball. Which one they pay their ‘independent contractors’ to say was the greatest of all time.

~A buzz around the arena now, but even more heat

Banks:
And it’s goin’ on right now. Two guys right now are the face of pro wrestling whether you like it or not – John Cena and Dave Batista.

~A RAUCUS rain of heat for both of those men from the smarky mutants

Banks:
I double dare you to take a guess which one of those two guys they gave the ball. The one on the front of all the merchandise.

~Another round of heat, but we’re not sure if that’s because of Banks or that they know the answer to that question and they hate that man’s guts

Banks:
Now, I’ve seen the bad side of messin’ with the white man before. I went to prison for nine and a half years, trust me, I know. But inside those stone walls, I learned a lot of things. I learned things that guys like me shouldn’t know.

~Banks lowers the microphone to rub his facial hair and chuckle to himself a little

Banks:
And so I left that company. I left them in all their obvious prejudiced glory, forcing my way out of the slave chains. I had always hoped that one day, a Black man could be the proud face of a company. So I looked to Art of War Wrestling, where men who had never been given a real opportunity had come to thrive.

~A little bit of a pop there for the AOW endorsement of itself

Banks:
But then I pulled back the curtain realized…ain’t a damn thing different about this place!!

~Another rain of heat down on this guy, going into homebound territory now

Banks:
I mean, how many Black men are on this roster?? Three?? THREE?!?

~Banks holds up three fingers and we can hear that from the tone of his voice, his eyes are popping out in anger behind his sunglasses

Banks:
And look at’em! Shelton Benjamin. My brotha. Y’all might not know this, but me and Shelton go waaay back. Oh yeah. That’s why it hurts me to see what you doin’, Shelton.

~Perhaps a buzz of interest here

Banks:
I saw your match at This is Exile. You had that white boy pinned. But you let him beat you. You let him beat you by breaking the rules. And then what happened? You smiled. You. Smiled. Like there wasn’t a damn thing wrong.

~Banks is almost seething at the end of that sentence.

Banks:
Now, if there’s anything I hate more than the white man keeping me down, it’s a Black man who lets the white man keep him down!

~Banks gets another reaction of ire

Banks:
You’re pathetic, Shelton. You’re better than Charlie Haas. I don’t even know why you lettin’ him think the two of you are equals. Those Tag Team Champions you two hold? Shelton, you could hold’em by yo’ damn self.

~Banks supplying info for perhaps a bigger wedge, which garners even more heat

Banks:
And what about another one – Kofi Kingston. Now, Mr. Kingston’s a fresh face. He only showed up about a month ago. Got a smile that could light up a whole stadium. Kofi, I gotta give you props, though. At least you won at This is Exile. But I gotta get onto you about your first match…

~Banks’ fingers lift up the base of his sunglasses as he massages the bridge of his nose

Banks:
How in the hell you gon’ let a Black man get beat by white man…named Black!

~This actually gets a little bit of laughter moreso than heat

Banks:
Not only that, but I come to find out you’re gonna be in the Trios Tournament, playin' ‘buddy buddy’ with the there white man too? Come on, my brothas!! Wake up!

~Banks throws his hands in the air to a little bit of buzz, which he immediately addresses…

Banks:
Ay!! Y’all dumbasses in here better recognize!!

~…and THERE’s the heat

Banks:
But then there’s my favorite one…Bobby Lashley. Now that is a big scary dude, right there. But I think it’s been said time and again that he might not have a whole lot goin’ on upstairs.

~Banks is the only one that chuckles a little at that joke

Banks:
And see now that’s how Chris Jericho was able to so easily manipulate him. And from what I’ve seen, for almost as long as Chris Jericho’s been AOW Champion, he’s been using Bobby Lashley to do all the work. And then in the War Chamber, he worked him all the way to the bone. Almost like he was…

~Banks finally takes off his sunglasses, an angry but puzzled look on his face that says he’s piecing things together…

Banks:
…like a slave.

~There’s considerable buzz for this as Banks looks around suspiciously

Banks:
And if there’s one thing Antonio Banks does not appreciate is the Black man voluntarily turning the clock back and lettin’ people put him right back in chains. People worked too damn hard for too damn long to fight for we call ‘freedom’.

~There’s actually a small applause for this, but Banks shrugs it off

Banks:
…and that’s why I blasted you in the head last week, CM Punk.

~…but the applause abruptly stops as they remember Banks ‘dynamic entry last week, Banks now looking into the camera

Banks:
I heard your little speech about ‘freedom’. Your quest for ‘freedom’ to be a professional wrestler. I gotta admit, I admire that, Punk. I really do. But the fact is, what does someone like you know about fighting for freedom? What do you know about fighting for liberty that you know you can’t have? I’ll tell you what you know – nothin’.

~Another fresh batch of heat as we’re treated to a Banks super close-up

Banks:
You don’t know about anything, CM Punk. But what I know is simply that to teach people somethin’ new, you gotta prove to them that what they think know is truth…is false. That’s why I did what I did. And that’s why I’m gonna take your Dynasty Championship from you.

~A buzz from around the arena for the cementation of intent

Banks:
I will beat you and I will prove that a man doesn’t just have the freedom to be a professional wrestler…but that a man, no, a peoples can have the freedom to do whatever they want to. To be liberated. To be a poster child. CM Punk, I will beat you and I will begin my journey to bring my brothas to the Promised Land!

~Banks raises his hand high as though he were channeling holy powers

Banks:
I’m a man who was brought up in the ghetto and made it out! Now it’s my responsibility to lead my brothas home and outta the slums!! My brothas need…a boondock saint. And no, not like that damn movie! Them boys didn’t know what it took to survive on the real streets!

~A burst of heat at the negative comments at a cult classic

Banks:
I am “The Boondock Saint” Antonio Banks. And I’m here for my brothas in arms. The rest of you…can go straight to Hell.


At that, Banks drops his microphone to a THUNDEROUS amount of heat for telling the crowd and everyone to go shake hands with Satan. He puts his sunglasses back on in perfect ‘deal with it’ fashion before taking his Gucci shoes and pimp suit back through the middle ropes and on up the ramp. He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a loose gold crucifix, holding it up to about eye level and ignoring all the heat he’s getting. It’s hard to, because he doesn’t have any music playing, so the only sound chasing him is the Hammerstein bringing Hell on him.

Joey Styles:
Well ladies and gentlemen, there he is. The man who now has branded himself as “The Boondock Saint” Antonio Banks has made his presence and reasonings known to all the world and I don’t like them one bit.

JBL:
Of course you don’t. But this man speaks a whole lot of truth.

Joey Styles:
Yeah, well, this was not how I’m sure if this was the message anyone wanted to hear smack dab in the middle of Black History Month.

JBL:
Who cares what people want to hear? What Antonio Banks just said were things that needed to be heard. Granted, I think he went a little bit too far on some things, but you gotta swing one way or the other for people to wake up.

Joey Styles:
Oh, so you’re not just kissing his ass? What were some things you thought he went too far on?

JBL:
I think he went too far on accusing Chris Jericho of being a slave owner.

Joey Styles:
Oh, of course. Poor Jericho. Well be that as it may, that is how we start here on Wednesday Night Oblivion with a brand new face already stirring up some unbelievable controversy before he even spoke, but now, I’m sure he’ll evoke even more.

JBL:
It’s not ‘controversy’, Joey. People’s brains being too small to comprehend brilliant information is not ‘controversy’. It’s just a mass of people overacting because they’re so stupid, that they don’t even have the knowledge to know how to react. Just as Chris Jericho. Just as Tyler Black. An’ now, you can ask “The Boondock Saint” himself. You been readin’ too much of them Internet jockeys, haven’t you?

Joey Styles:
I’m surprised you know what the Internet is, John, but nonetheless, Antonio Banks has done what he came here to do, but now it’s time for Chris Jericho and Christian Cage to do the same. They’ll be in the same ring at the same time and there’s not many who believe the two of them can keep their hands off of one another for too long.

JBL:
You mean Christian can’t control himself for too long.

Joey Styles:
Spin it whatever way makes you sleep at night, John, but both champion and contender will be in the ring for their Outer Limits match contract signing. We’ve got that and more blood-pumping Trios Tournament action coming up!! So strap in for ninety minutes you don’t wanna miss! Don’t go anywhere!

JBL:
An’ if you do, go to a phone so you can apologize to all your Black friends.

Joey Styles:
Should I go ahead and call Ron for you then, Jibbles?

JBL:
Nope. He’s already passed out drunk by now.

Joey Styles:
But I’m sure his DVR is set to Oblivion so he can watch it later. But all of you stick around so you can watch it all live when we return!


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


We come back to Oblivion with a second long lull until “MACH” begins to play to a moderate buzz, as both Billy Kidman and Matt Sydal step through the blood red curtain for the opening contest. There’s a big pop when Kidman is announced, both he and Sydal talking the whole way down the ramp, but then Kidman stops them halfway down to wait for their tag team partner…

“MAN WIT’ NO LAND” hits the speakers for only the fourth time in just over a month, as Kofi Kingston makes his way down the ramp to join his teammates, Kingston getting himself a big ovation. All three men exchange handshakes before continuing to the ring, all three men leaping through the middle ropes and rolling to a knee before going to three turnbuckles to pander to the crowd.

Their pandering is interrupted when “QUEN SOY YO” begins to play now, as Carlito Colon comes through the curtain alongside his new security system in the Samoan Fight Club. The Fight Club have utterly intense looks on their faces, while Carlito is just bouncing an apple in his hand with a cocky shit-eating smirk all the way down the ramp. He walks into the ring and lets his Fight Club in, all of them giving their opposing corner looks.

When all that settles down, referee Justin King asks that the respective team captains – Carlito and Billy Kidman - go to the center of the ring and shake hands just like last week, as it appears to be protocol for this Tournament. The commentators again run down the rules that differ from regular tag team match rules known as Trios rules.

Quote:
Teams will be composed of three members each, with one person being designated as the team’s “captain”.

The role of “captain” cannot change during the match, but it may change between matches (i.e. the named captain does not have to remain captain all the way through the Tournament)

In order to win a Trios match, a team must either a) eliminate two members of the opposing team or b) eliminate the team captain

OPENING MATCH
~AOW Trios Tournament Opening Round~
Carlito Colon & The Samoan Fight Club
v.
Billy Kidman, Kofi Kingston, & Matt Sydal


We pick up with this match about a good three and a half minutes in, with the Samoan Fight Club seemingly dominating the smaller duo for the most part, captain Carlito actually not being in the ring very much at all. But it seems as though Billy and the Kids are starting to come around, as the winless Matt Sydal tries to build up some sort of momentum against Siaki, bashing his thighs relentlessly with a series of kicks. He then manages to nail Siaki in the chest with a leaping back kick, sending him stumbling into the ropes, but he’s on the ropes adjacent to his corner, causing his ‘captain’ to slap him on the back of the shoulder and step in the match for one of the only times.

Carlito charges at Sydal, only to have Sydal sidestep him and send him rebounding again, careening right towards the rookie. Sydal tries to use the Carlito’s momentum and lift him into a hip toss, but Carlito stands his ground and goes nowhere for the cruiserweight, instead turning and looking like he wants to catch Sydal in a hip toss of his own, but Sydal just spins with him and gets him in a wheelbarrow victory roll – 1…2…3-NO!! Should Carlito be pinned, it spells doom for his team, but he manages to throw his legs up and force Sydal back. But the second he gets to his feet, he’s met with a crisp Sydal STANDING ENZEGUIRI!! Carlito’s lights are out, Sydal crawling towards a cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Colon holds on!

Sydal takes this chance to roll into his corner, tagging in his ring rusted mentor, Billy Kidman. Kofi Kingston steps in on the tag as well. It’s Kingston that actually grabs hold of Carlito, tossing him into the ropes and lying flat on the rebound, forcing Carlito to jump over him…RIGHT INTO A KIDMAN/SYDAL DOUBLE DROPKICK!! Sydal and Kingston scurry back onto the apron while Kidman gets a great cover – 1…2…3-NO!! The ‘Latino savior’ hangs on! The SFC in his corner are getting quite restless, Manu going as far as to scream across the ring and stomp on the steel ring steps behind him. Kidman even points for Justin King to ‘calm that behemoth down’. King turns around to at least look like he wants to settle the Samoan monster down, but a snarl stops him from further going. As the ref’s back is turned, Carlito nails Kidman with an all too classic thumb to the eye as he reached down to take Carlito by his fluffy hair. With Kidman momentarily blinded, Carlito torques Kidman’s body around with the snap swinging neckbreaker!! Carlito pulls the opposing captain more towards the center for the cover – 1…2…NO!! Kidman hangs in there!

Carly is just a bit frustrated at that, taking Kidman into his corner and taking him in a rear waistlock, getting Siaki to tag himself back in. Carlito grabs hold of Kidman’s arms and leaves him open, allowing Siaki to land a heavy right hand to Kidman’s gut, only for Carlito to club him in the back before walking back out of the ring. Siaki then takes the still doubled over Kidman and gets him in a backdrop position, only to swing him forward and bust his lip with a wheelbarrow facebuster. Siaki goes for a cover on the captain here – 1…2…3-NO!! Kidman still has some life in him! Siaki tries to beat this out of him with hard clubbing forearms to the side of the face before locking in some bodyscissors and turning it almost into a rear naked choke. The crowd tries to get Kidman back into things, Kingston and Sydal trying to cheer him on as well, Kidman eventually gets back to his feet and forces Siaki to unlock the hold on his body. Even so, the aggressive Siaki doesn’t leg up, kneeing Kidman hard in the gut before taking Kidman up in a powerbomb position…COUNTER FACEBUSTER!! Kidman lands sitting down, rolling backwards into his corner…and getting the hot tag to Kingston!!

As soon as Kingston gets the tag, Siaki looks up only to see Kingston coming down on him with the SKY HIGH SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY!! Another big cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Siaki throws a shoulder up, but Kingston follows it and drops a knee on it to give it a little gimp. As Siaki rolls away to try and shake some life into his arm, he’s stopped by a pair of Kingston sway chops, but Siaki surprises Kingston by nailing him with a nasty headbutt. Kingston has to backpedal a little, but he shakes himself back into things, giving Siaki a little ‘okay, I see how it is’ look, beckoning for Siaki to come at him. Siaki gets in a stance and tentatively approaches Kingston, who also gets in a combative stance, the two kickboxer-esque combatants ready to perhaps do battle here…but just as soon as the two look to go at it, Siaki turns around and tags in Manu, the mammoth Samoan stepping in and getting a pat on the shoulder before Siaki whispers something in his ear and steps out, leaving Kingston to do battle with a man who can bench press two Kofi Kingstons.

Kingston doesn’t back down, going toe to toe with the big man, but all of Kingston’s blows seem like mosquito bites to the big man, who takes Kofi’s head off with a MASSIVE CLOTHESLINE. Kofi’s dreads whiplash violently off the canvas, Manu reaching down and taking Kingston back up to his feet. Manu then rears back and gives Kingston a headbutt to the back of the head, dropping Kingston to his knees and possibly giving him a concussion. As the young cruiserweight’s brain bounces off the back of his skull, he remains still trying to fight back, leaping up and cracking Manu in the face with a standing dropkick…but MANU DOESN’T FALL!! Barely knocking the beast off balance, Kingston rebounds off the ropes behind him and leaps high onto Manu and comes down with the flying clothesline…but Manu STILL doesn’t go down! Manu is stumbling, but doesn’t fall, causing Kingston again rebounding off the ropes and launching himself towards Manu…SCRAPBUSTER SLAM!! WOW!! Manu catches Kingston and uses his momentum to drive him into the canvas! Manu pulls a leg – 1…2…3-NO!! Kingston stays in this!!

Kofi is decimated, trying desperately to get to his corner, but Manu stays on him and chunks him into an empty corner before CRUNCHING Kingston’s body between his and the turnbuckle. Kingston falls, setting him in perfect position for the RUNNING HIP ATTACK…NOBODY HOME!! Kingston moves out of the way at the very last second, sending Manu’s hips into the unforgiving post, Kingston perching himself up on the top rope…TORNADO DDT!! TORNADO DDT!!! Both men are down, but Manu isn’t moving, Kingston trying his damndest to get to his corner and make a tag back out. As he does so, Carlito tries to enter the ring, the referee going over to try and shoo him back out…Kingston tags in Sydal!! Kingston goes to the apron while Sydal leaps in the ring and looks to immediately go to the top rope for perhaps the finishing Shooting Star…but the referee shoos him out too? Why? THE REFEREE NEVER SAW KINGSTON TAG SYDAL!!

Kingston is still the legal man, but he’s not in any position to get back into the ring from the apron. Kidman steps in and tries valiantly to argue with the referee at length about the tag, but once again he’s forcing the referee to turn his back to his corner. There’s considerable buzz in the arena as this goes on, only for…TYLER BLACK TO APPEAR FROM UNDERNEATH THE RING!! Black pops up and grabs Kingston off the apron in a perfect backdrop position…and BACKDROPS HIM SPINE FIRST ACROSS THE IRON BAR OF THE BARRICADE!! KINGSTON MAY HAVE BROKEN VERTABRAE!! The Man With No Land just may have a broken back on that move, Black vanishing just as quickly as he appeared. Meanwhile in the ring, Manu tags in Carlito, allowing Siaki to storm across the ring and knock off both Sydal and Kidman, only for Colon to roll the considerably weakened Kingston in and yank him back up…BACKSTABBER!! Carlito with a cover here – 1…2…3…!!!

ELIMINATED: KOFI KIGNSTON at (11:21)

And just like that, Kingston’s gone! Through extremely underhanded means, he’s been knocked out of this match!! This enrages Sydal so much that he leaps back into the ring onto the top rope, stalking a prematurely celebrating Carlito who may not be aware of the elimination format…FLYING DOUBLE KNEES TO CHEST!! Kidman leaps back on the apron as well, but he seems to be shouting at Sydal, scolding him for getting hotheaded and jumping into the ring. Sydal doesn’t seem to be heeding his mentor’s advice, again opting to go to the top rope and looking for the SHOOTING STAR PRESS…NO!! Siaki jiggles the rope and straddles Sydal on the steel post! The numbers game could be coming into play now, odds all against Sydal and Kidman. But as Sydal tends to his family jewels, he’s quickly awoken in pain – STEP-UP ENZEGURI FROM CARLITO!!

Climbing all the way up the turnbuckle and forcing Sydal to come flipping all the way down is Colon, who almost immediately tags in Siaki, allowing Manu to enter the ring for a moment. Carlito takes the possibly concussed Sydal and whips him into the ropes, darting out of the ring after doing so. Sydal rebounds right into the hands of Siaki, who gorilla presses him into the air…only for him to be caught on Manu’s shoulders and driven into the canvas unmercifully with the DEVASTAING GORILLA PRESS SAMOAN DROP!! Carlito, who had darted out of the ring, makes use of himself and tugs Kidman off the apron, leaving the legal Siaki to roll on top of the other rookie – 1…2…3…!!

Winners: Carlito Colon & The Samoan Fight Club at (12:54)

In pretty damn decisive fashion, the Samoan Fight Club lays waste to the team of cruiserweights. Carlito looks to add insult to injury when he takes his apple and takes several huge bites. Kidman slides into the ring to try and help Sydal to his feet, but he's probably a little bit too close to the Samoan Fight Club for many people to be comfortable...



Joey Styles:
Carlito and the Samoan Fight Club advance to the second round, but I think it’s safe to say that that match was entirely decided by Tyler Black!

JBL:
Joey, Tyler Black wasn’t even in that match!

Joey Styles:
What the hell are you talking about?? He slipped in from under the ring and damn near broke Kofi Kingston’s back!

JBL:
But he didn’t decide that match! Did Tyler Black get the pin? Did Tyler Black get the deciding fall?

Joey Styles:
He more than had a hand in –

JBL:
That was a yes/no question, jackass!! Did he or did he not get the deciding pin?

Joey Styles:
No, but he obviously –

JBL:
THEN SHUT YOUR MOUTH!! How dare you have the gall to come out here an’ slander the name of a wonderful young competitor who ain’t even been here long an’ who had nothing to do with this match.

Joey Styles:
I have the gall to because I have an unbiased pair of eyes! But I guess it might be a little hard to see with that big stupid hat you have on and everything.

JBL:
The hell did you say about my hat?

Joey Styles:
I said it was great to see Billy Kidman going at it like a young man again in the ring, but the Samoan Fight Club was just too much for Billy and his troops. Even so, it is Carlito and his new cohorts - wait, wait, wait a minute...what's going on here...?


What Styles is referring to is the fact that all three men who were on the winning team circle around Kidman as he tries to revive Sydal. Sydal possibly has internal injuries, but Carlito and his Club don't seem to really care. Kidman looks up to see the shadows of the men around him, only for Colon to SPIT APPLE IN HIS FACE!! Kidman reels and is off balance on his feet, but that puts him right in harm's way for Siaki to lift him into the air for Manu to catch him...A SECOND GORILLA PRESS SAMOAN DROP!!!

The crowd throws a considerable amount of heat on both men, but it looks like they're not done. Siaki drags Sydal near a corner, while Manu drags Kidman near another one. Carlito takes more bites of his apple as he watches the beasts ascend to the top ropes...DOUBLE SAMOAN SPLASHES!! SAMOAN SPLASHES!! KIDMAN AND SYDAL COULD HAVE BROKEN BONES!! This gets even more heat on all three men, but they don't seem to care. Kidman and Sydal are both seen writhing in pain on the canvas, their insides possibly having been completely rearranged. Carlito just looks at the men he's hired to be at his side and tells them that "Dat...das cool" before we fade backstage...


~Backstage, Green Zone interview set…



The Miz:
Mike “The Miz” Mizanin here, your wrestling journalist extraordinaire! I took last week off because I thought Stevie Romo could handle it, but obviously I was wrong. Because of him, CM Punk went on and rambled until he got himself in trouble. But I promise you, that will never happen with me being here because I like to keep my guests…well…a little dumb, to be quite frank.

~Miz says that by leaning up close to the camera, coming back out and reaching into his informal jacket to pull out a card to begin reading off of it

The Miz:
So without further ado, let me introduce you to my guest at this time…um…Samoa Joe.

~Joe enters from the left side of the screen, all of the confidence completely leaving the Miz’s body as he reads off the card…only to look to his right and see the big man himself. The crowd pops because this can only get better

The Miz:
Um…hi Joe.

~Joe doesn’t say a word, just staring at Miz like he’s bored, but angry

The Miz:
Um…I had a question for you but I…I think I forgot it.

Joe:
Good. ‘cause I don’t feel like answering your stupid questions.

The Miz:
Well…um…I kind of don’t know what to do now…

Joe:
How about you give me this. And you can go change your underwear.

~Miz hands Joe his microphone before sheepishly exiting the scene, fear obviously running all the way down his spine and into his bloomers. Joe takes center frame with the stoic look on his face

Joe:
A few months ago in AOW, I made a very simple statement. I said that this company is full of scum that needs to be cleaned up permanently.

~Joe pauses and leans a little closer to the camera

Joe
:
I made a list. And since that day, I’ve been crossing names off of it. I destroyed Ken Doane. I choked out Bobby Lashley. And once, I damn near had Chris Jericho beaten. Shawn Michaels and Finlay were on that list too, but one’s been forced out and the other one’s been avoiding me like the plague.

~Joe looks a little bit more intensely at the camera

Joe
:
But there’s one name on the list that’s jumpin’ out at me right now. And it’s the name of the only Worthy Legion member I haven’t beaten into a pulp: Paul “The Great” Wright.

~Joe again pauses, now smirking a little bit

Joe
:
Wright, I drove all four hundred pounds of you through a table and a reinforced steel girdle. But you’re a big fella. It’s gotta take more than that to take a guy like you out for good, right? I hear you’re not here tonight, but if you’re watchin’, I’m just gonna let you know – the next time you set foot in the Hammerstein Ballroom…you’re gonna have a one man army waitin’ on you.

~Joe’s smirk gets just a little bit wider as he puts the Green Zone microphone down on the pillar behind him, walking out of the frame as we fade away…

Quote:
The entire screen begins to cut in and out of static until we’re brought to what looks like an executive office scene, a chair sitting behind a desk. The entire scene is dimly lit and grungy looking until the chair swivels around to reveal Chris Jericho in a suit and a sinister smirk.

Chris Jericho:
There is nothing wrong with your television set. Do not attempt to adjust the picture.


The scene throbs in static for a moment before returning to clarity, except this time, all color is sucked out of it and monochrome

Chris Jericho:
I am controlling transmission. If I wish to make it louder, I will bring up the volume.


The camera begins to slowly move towards Jericho, then it cuts away to the Hammerstein Ballroom losing their minds and cracking decibel levels

Chris Jericho:
If I wish to make it softer, I will tune it to a whisper.


It again flashes to Jericho staring hypnotically, then flashes back to Jericho holding the AOW Championship high to nothing but silence over the bodies of Rob Van Dam, Shawn Michaels, and Bryan Danielson

Chris Jericho:
I can reduce the focus to a soft blur…


The scene gets blurry and out of focus so much, that we can’t make it out anymore…

Chris Jericho:
…or sharpen it to crystal clarity.


When the picture reforms, we’re on a very close up shot in the office of Jericho, his eyes locked on us as though he truly is getting us under his control

Chris Jericho:
I will control the horizontal.


As he says that now, a scene flashes of a horizontal white line that trails behind Bobby Lashley as he spears Rob Van Dam through a table from the World Ablaze main event

Chris Jericho:
I will control the vertical.


Another scene flash, this one of a vertical white line following Ken Doane as he puts Paul Heyman through the announce table with the Sky High Leg Drop

Chris Jericho:
For the first several months of this company, I have dominated all and proven my worth. Now I need more lands to conquer.


We’re back to Jericho now, pulling away from his close up, his puppetmaster fingers interlocking with each other on the front of his desk, the color somewhat returning to the scene, but everything is tinted with a red and white hue

Chris Jericho:
And I won’t just go for more things alone. Oh no. You all are coming with me. I will control what you see and hear.


We continue to pull back from the desk, but Jericho’s eyes haven’t budged

Chris Jericho:
You are about to experience the awe and mystery which reaches from the inner mind to...The Outer Limits.


As Jericho says that, the wall behind him becomes draped with a tattered, bloody Canadian flag





~ART OF WAR WRESTING PRESENTS~

THE OUTER LIMITS
!!A THREE-HOUR PAY-PER-VIEW SPECIAL!!
Bell Centre - Montreal, Quebec, Canada
March 16th, 2008

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


~Backstage halls…and all Hell has broken loose!!


When we come back to Oblivion, we’re greeted to the cameraman having trouble keeping up with whatever he’s following, but there’s backstage equipment flying everywhere! When the cameraman finally gains himself enough to give us a good look at who is going at it here…it’s Tyler Black and Kofi Kingston!! Black and Kingston are throwing one another all over the place, crashing into walls and equipment! No man seems to be getting any kind of advantage here until Kingston takes Black…and WHIPS HIM RIGHT INTO AN OPEN DOOR!!

The door slams shut from its impact with the philosopher, Kingston following up right behind him and delivering blow after blow, trying to beat Black into a puddle here!! But Black somehow finds a way to fight Kingston off, shoving him SPINE FIRST AGAINST THE WALL!! Kingston collapses and grips the base of his spine, the same area where he landed on the guard rail just moments ago. Black drags Kingston through another door, leading us to an area with a staircase, Black throwing Kingston’s head back into the wall for good measure. He again takes Kingston in a backdrop position, looking to DROP KINGSON SPINE FIRST AGAINST THE CONCRETE STAIRS…but Kingston somehow flips out of the move and lands standing on the stairs, only for him to LEAP FROM THE STAIRS RIGHT ONTO BLACK WITH THE CROSSBODY!! Both Black and Kingston’s young bodies hit the concrete floor hard, possibly knocking out Black, but Kingston has enough consciousness in him to pump a fist and yell “BOOM!” before collapsing against a wall.

It’s at this point that several officials finally make it to the scene, some going to check on Black, others going for Kingston. After just a second-long dull moment, the officials help both men stand up…only for Black to break free and come right back at Kingston!! The officials again swarm Black, pulling him back off of Kingston. Kofi tries his damndest to try and break free to fight back, only have a back door seemingly open…and in rolls the wheelchair wielding (but sans neckbrace) Paul Heyman!!

The man rolling in Heyman, the suspicious Alex Riley look-a-like, doesn’t realize what’s going on and rolls right into the heart of the storm!! All we see is both Black and Kingston break free the second Heyman and Riley man come through, the officials once again swarming to try and stop this. We can’t see anything past a sea of security and zebra stripes, but we can hear Heyman in his classic over the top shrieking voice just wailing “OH MY GOD, SOMEBODY SAVE ME!!” The officials finally part, each one of them with a rookie in hand, but the man who pushed Heyman in has been evidently knocked out in the brawling, Heyman being forced to resituate himself in his wheelchair.


Paul Heyman:
ENOUGH!! ENOUGH!! This is exactly the kind of chaos I was hoping to stop Mick Foley from endorsing!! No more!

~Heyman is visibly livid, pausing only to fix his tie

Paul Heyman:
If you two crazy rookies want to fight that bad, then you got it! Next week on Oblivion, it’ll be Tyler Black taking on Kofi Kingston…in a No Disqualifications match!! Ya happy?? Now get the hell outta here!!

~The army of officials pull Kingston and Black in opposite directions from one another, neither man putting up as much of a fight this time. One of the referees, crew chief Ray Ramsey, stays behind to check on Heyman, asking him if he’s alright

Paul Heyman:
Thank you, but I’m fine. It’s just…kids these days. Oh, Mr. Ramsey, if you could be so kind as to wheel me on down to wherever Mr. Foley is, that would be wonderful.

~Ramsey grunts out a ‘yes sir’ before taking the handles of Heyman’s wheelchair. He has to step over the still downed body of the OVW talent that wheeled Heyman in, but we hear Heyman mutter “oh, just leave him” before he and Ramsey roll out of frame…


~Back at ringside…


We’re back to a focus on the ring, where we see what looks like some nobody local jobber named Brady Clark doing a little bit of shadow boxing in the ring. He doesn’t look like much more than a cruiserweight, but he gets somewhat of a round of applause for being from the Big Apple. But that quickly goes away when “IT’S TIME – HACKER’S REMIX” goes over the sound system, with the number one contender for the Cruiserweight Championship making his way down the ramp in Gregory Helms. Helms gets a fair amount of heat before revealing that he’s holding a microphone, speaking while walking down the entrance ramp.


Helms:
Last week, I made sure to get a good look at what some people are callin’ a brand new, more vicious Bryan Danielson. And I can confirm those rumors to be absolutely correct.

~Helms stops at the base of the ramp nod a little bit to the crowd

Helms:
I gotta admit. The Bryan Danielson I saw last week is not the same man that went in the War Chamber. And he’s certainly not the same man I faced at World Ablaze. And by the time The Outer Limits rolls around when I face him for the Cruiserweight Championship, he’ll be an even more different man.

~Helms now jumps up onto the apron and steps into the ring

Helms:
But y’see, Danielson, I know you too well by this point. See, you might not be the same man you were. But you’re still Bryan Danielson. And there’s two things Bryan Danielson takes pride in. One…is bein’ everybody’s knight in shining armor.

~Helms is largely ignoring Brady Clark, who is having to be told to stay back by referee Goose Mahoney

Helms:
And two…it’s the fact that even though you wanna be everybody’s hero, you still wanna be called the best cruiserweight in the world. And since you’re as predictable as the tides, I’m pretty sure I know why you’re so angry nowadays. It’s because I’m back. And when I’m here, you know you’re only second best.

~Helms gets a good bit of heat for that one

Helms:
And so last week, I saw you beat Elix Skipper in about five minutes. To show you and the world just how behind me you are, how about we put five minutes on the clock and see if I can’t beat you at your own game…?

~Helms gets a very sneaky smirk on his face before setting aside his microphone and waiting for a moment before a five minute stopwatch graphic shows up on the big yin-yang screen

MATCH 2
~5-Minute Time Limit~
Gregory Helms
v.

Local Jobber Brady Clark


As soon as the bell rings, Helms jumps on the completely overmatched kid, repeatedly digging boots into his midsection and throwing hard, clubbing right hands at him until he has to retreat into a corner. Helms doesn’t let up on the youngster, taking him and whipping him all the way across the ring into the opposite corner. Clark hits the corner so hard, he comes recoiling right back out, right into Helms’ clutches with a nasty clothesline. Helms takes the kid back to his feet before trapping both of his arms and twisting him around…ARM TRAP NECKBREAKER!! A move we haven’t seen Helms use here in AOW makes it’s debut, but Helms still doesn’t look to put this kid away. He looks up at the timer having possibly killed the jobber with almost four whole minutes to go.

Helms lets show a cocky smile while taking the kid up and holding up across his chest before slinging him around…SWINGING SIDESLAM BACKBREAKER!! OW!! The kid gets folded up like an accordion, which only makes the grin on Helms’ face grow wider. Helms then takes Clark and brings him up by his knees, everyone knowing where this is going. Helms rushes and rebounds off the ropes behind him and CRACKS THE KID IN THE HEAD WITH THE SHINING WIZARD!! But even then, Helms still doesn’t look to cover Clark. Instead, we just see the grin on his face getting even wider, almost a very sick-like degree here. As if he’s enjoying this way too much for a sane man. He takes a moment to look up at the clock, with more than enough time left to possibly further make a statement.

We possibly see what he intends in a second when Helms stands over the dead jobber and grabs both of his wrists…AND STARTS WRIST CLUTCH STOMPING THE LIFE OUT OF HIM, JUST LIKE DANIELSON DID LAST WEEK!! Helms is damn near destroying this guy now, but Mahoney won’t let him continue until he has to stop it, almost pulling Helms from off of the youngster. Even so, when Clark looks to try and recover some, Helms has enough room to run at him again and crack him with a SECOND SHINING WIZARD, putting the kid’s lights out for good for Helms to give him the academic cover – 1…2…3…!!!

Winner: Gregory Helms at (2:20)

Helms climbs off of the decimated young kid with a sick, twisted smile developing on his face that really shouldn’t belong on a guy in his right mind. Helms rolls out of the ring to deafening heat, but when the referee tries to bring the local guy to his feet, Helms rolls right back into the ring and measures him up…and NAILS THE KID WITH A THIRD SHINING WIZARD!! This gets Helms even more heat, but again, the sick grin on his face just looks all the more satisfied, like he’s getting off on this. He rolls out the ring once more before finally going up the entrance ramp and leaving us all alone, a great deal of heat following him and the slasher smile plastered on his face. The whole way up the ramp, he motions around his waist for the championship, muttering ‘Danielson’ to the point where it’s barely audible


Joey Styles:
That was absolutely uncalled for! Brady Clark was down, out, pinned and everything and Gregory Helms finds some reason to turn back and do that?

JBL:
What’re you talkin’ about, Joey? What’s unnecessary is stompin’ a man until he can’t go anymore. That’s unnecessary. But no, you forget about that last week an’ only focus on Gregory Helms. It was completely necessary! He was sending a message to Danielson.

Joey Styles:
And what kind of message does continuing to slaughter a helpless kid send to someone?

JBL:
Simple – not only can Gregory Helms do things better than Bryan Danielson, but he also showed Danielson that he’s not the only one whose got a vicious side.

Joey Styles:
Well, I honestly can’t argue with that one. As a matter of fact, did you see that sick look on the face of Helms? He’s been doing that since This is Exile and between that and the muttering of Danielson’s name…I almost wanna say that Gregory Helms very well may be a man obsessed.

JBL:
If you’re in the pro wrestling world and you always wanna win, always want the gold, an’ always wanna be number one, that doesn’t make you obsessed. That makes you a pro wrestler.

Joey Styles:
I like CM Punk’s definition better.

JBL:
Yeah, well CM Punk’s a racist.

Joey Styles:
…wait, what??

JBL:
You heard Antonio Banks earlier. CM Punk doesn’t know anything about what he’s talkin’ about.

Joey Styles:
How in the hell do you get that CM Punk is racist out of what he said last week?? All he said was he wanted the freedom to be a pro wrestler and not have to deal with the erroneous extra things that Muhammad Hassan, and by the looks of it Antonio Banks too, wanna impose on things.

JBL:
Whatever makes you sleep at night, Joey.

Joey Styles:
Well I’ll tell you who is a real professional wrestler and that’s Bryan Danielson. Gregory Helms can make all these little attacks and obsessive little things leak through, but at the end of the day, he’s never beaten Bryan Danielson.



~Backstage, in the locker room…


We’re brought to the image of Ken Doane and American Made, Nameth and Hagar doing a little bit of last minute shadow wrestling with one another while Doane is on the phone. He nods his head for whoever is on the other line before thanking them and snapping it shut. He throws it down on top of what looks like a duffle bag in the background, his now finished conversation catching the attention of Nameth and Hagar.


Nameth:
Well…what’d they say?

Doane:
They said they’ve already found her. Now you just need to hold up your end of the bargain and win.

Hagar:
That’s something we can do in our sleep though.

Doane:
Good. Because if we don’t win, I’m toast. And you’d better stay focused or else I’ll have to win the damn thing myself.

Nameth:
Relax, broski. We’re American Made. And there’s nothing America does better than win.

~Nameth gives a full-of-swag smirk, with Hagar getting in on it with a full-tilt grin. Doane also gets a smirk of satisfaction, bumping fists with the two gentlemen before going to walk out of the room

Joey Styles:
More action coming up, and up next, we’ve got AOW Trios Tournament action once again! Doane and American Made take on the team known as ‘PsicoSuperStar’. Stay here!!


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**



We return from the break with the cameras focused on the ring, where the trio we now know as PsicoSuperStar are already there with their theme music blaring. Aero Star is playing to the crowd a great deal with his salute and taking off his shoulder pads and cape, while Psicosis and Super Crazy do some sort of little dance before Psicosis slaps Crazy on the jaw a few times, looking into his eyes and asking him a few times if he’s okay to go. Crazy says he is, but Psicosis still stares looking at his eyes, probably watching them to see if he can keep focus, as well as perhaps checking to see if his pupils will tell him if the concussion is still rampant.

“WE AS AMERICANS” soon cuts through their pre-match shenanigans, as the team of American Made & Ken Doane make their way through the curtain, their do-or-die stipulation well documented by this point. While Doane is trying to cockily ward off the heat-throwing crowd, both Nameth and Hagar can be seen actually looking through the crowd, possibly looking to see if that blonde chick actually showed up on her own tonight. When Doane gets to the ring and notices both guys doing this, he shouts at them to ‘FOCUS!’, getting both of their heads in the game. Hagar almost immediately snaps into that mode, but it takes a little while longer for Nameth to stop searching, and even then only at the behest of a Jack Hagar tap on the shoulder. When both teams get on the apron, the referee asks for both team’s captains to come forward and shake hands, which Psicosis and Ken Doane do, although we can see the annoyance of it in Doane’s eyes.

MATCH 3
~AOW Trios Tournament Opening Round~
Ken Doane & American Made
v.
PsicoSuperStar


With one team obviously having more focus than the other, it’s Kenneth and the AM’s corner that pulls away for the first three minutes of the contest, isolating captain Psicosis. Psicosis remains at the American’s mercy when we cut in, as Nick Nameth has him in a world of hurt with a particularly nasty grounded front headlock that seems to be wrenching Psicosis’ head off. The Mexican veteran tries to roll away out of it, only for Nameth the roll over along with him, keeping the hold and extending the torture. Nameth pulls all the way up to his knees on the grip before noticing he’s in his corner and reaches up to tag in Hagar, who climbs in and grabs the nearly limp Psicosis around the waist and yanks him all the way up. It’s there that Nameth lets go of the headlock, only for him to leap up and nail a clean dropkick to the jaw…INTO A HAGAR GERMAN SUPLEX!! A beautiful dropkick/German combination lays out the captain! Hagar crawls over after letting go – 1…2…3-NO!! Super Crazy dives in and saves his partner!

An annoyed Hagar almost goes after Crazy, who is quickly told to get back out by the official. Hagar still has Psicosis at his mercy, stomping him several times before taking him in a rear waistlock and SLAMMING him right back down against the canvas before tagging in Doane, who enters and drives an elbow right into Psicosis’ exposed kidney. Doane rolls him over and hopes for a fall and the win – 1…2…3-NO!! Psicosis stays in the game!

Doane continues to dominate Psicosis with a trio of several hard scoop slams and a running elbow drop, only to still fall up short on the pin attempt. Doane doesn’t give up, however, opting now to try and throw Psicosis into the ropes. But on the rebound, Doane is struck clean in his face with a kick. As Psicosis leans back and rebounds again, Doane catches Psicosis as he attempts a rebound crossbody, looking for perhaps another powerslam here…but Psicosis floats over…AND TURNS IT INTO A NASTY DDT!! An impressive float over DDT, Psicosis getting his team it’s first major pin attempt – 1…2…3-NO!! Doane still has life! But even so, both men now have to crawl to their corners to see if they can hopefully tag someone in. Psicosis has more gusto in his step, getting to his corner first and tagging in the explosive Super Crazy!

Even while possibly injured, Crazy breaks into the ring and leaps onto the crawling Worthy Legion member, cutting him off and preventing him from reaching his corner. Crazy clubs Doane in the spine several times before reaching up and clubbing both Nameth and Hagar off of the apron in his fit of adrenaline! He then takes Doane and attempts to whip him into the ropes, only to be whipped himself. On the rebound, however, Crazy leapfrogs clean over the lowered head of Doane, reabounding once again off the ropes behind him – SPINNING WHEEL KICK!! Doane’s head gets rocked! But Crazy doesn’t immediately go for the cover, instead getting himself situated on the middle rope and leaping back…SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT!! WOW!!

The crowd is all for Crazy and his corner here, but Crazy has to stop after hitting the moonsault. All the spinning and speed might be a little too much for his ailing head right now, as he pauses for a brief moment and tries to shake his head back to health. This gives Doane enough time to get up to one knee, forcing Crazy to again rebound off the ropes and look for something – RKDOANE!! RKDOANE!! A sudden death sentence as the concussed Crazy gets his head driven into the canvas! His corner can’t help him because after American Made got knocked off the apron, they went over and pulled Psicosis and Aero Star off of their aprons! Only now are Psicosis and Star coming to and trying to fight off their American opponents, but Doane’s already got the cover on Crazy – 1…2…3…!!!

ELIMINATED: SUPER CRAZY via RKDOANE at (7:41)

To JBL’s fancy, the corner from America has gotten the first fall, with the man with so much on the line in Doane getting the pin! Crazy is lifted out of the ring, but much like Matt Sydal earlier, it’s Psicosis who leaps back into the ring to avenge his fallen comrade, probably against the better judgment. Even so, Psicosis surprises Doane with a Lou Thez press, giving him a hard barrage of punches that the crowd actually counts along with in Spanish. A look outside sees Aero Star trying to fight away both members of American Made, the ref trying to get both men in their corners. They finally do, but only after they both drill Aero with kicks to the midsection, weakening him.

Psicosis is letting his fury fly in ring, rebounding and dropping a nice leg drop to Doane’s neck, getting another cover – 1…2..NO!! Doane still has fight, but Psicosis again looks to beat it out of him with several maddened clubs. This leads to the veteran bringing the youngster to his feet and again attempting to whip him into the ropes, but Doane reverses it, catching Psicosis in a TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER counter!! A quick cover here – 1…2…3-NO!! Psicosis will not let his team down! Doane punches the mat in frustration before dragging Psicosis over into his corner and tagging in Hagar, who enters with Psicosis in Doane’s grasp, leading to the nailing of a DOUBLE SUPLEX!! Psicosis can’t have much more to give here, Hagar aggressively covering – 1…2…3-NO!! Aero Star leaps in and stops the count!

Hagar, again annoyed at the interference from the opposing corner, almost goes after Star. He opts instead to again take Psicosis in his clutches and tag in Nameth. Hagar takes Psicosis down with an impressive rear waistlock takedown, holding him in place on the canvas, and Nameth following close behind with a leaping elbow drop to the back of Psicosis’ head and neck! Another cover on the captain – 1…2…3-NO!! Just like at This is Exile, the Mexicools are showing a great deal of resiliency here! The easily angered Nameth almost throws a hissy fit, but calms himself down enough to chunk Psicosis’ noggin into their corner, tagging Doane back in. Doane again gives Psicosis a hard shot to the kidney before pulling Psicosis near the center of the ring and going for perhaps a backdrop. But Psicosis flips out of the move and winds up behind Doane, pulling him from behind into a roll up – 1…2…3-NO!! Doane just manages to wiggle out of the surprise move! Both men get back to their feet, Psicosis dragging a little bit, but he tries to kick Doane in the gut anyway. But he’s slowed down so much, Doane can catch his foot…only to get clocked in the head with a LEG FED ENZEGUIRI!! Doane goes down and Psicosis crawls away…to finally tag in Aero Star!

Star immediately scurries across the ring to try and perhaps pin Doane, but when he enters, so do both members of American Made. Nameth and Hagar charge at the masked cruiserweight, but he ducks underneath a double clothesline attempt only to keep running and leap cleanly and acrobatically onto the top rope of their corner, his back to the ring. Nameth and Hagar switch gears and turn around once they realized they missed, but only to both look up and be taken out by a BEAUTIFUL FLYING CROSSBODY!! Star lands as through he planned it, merely rolling to his feet after impact as AM rolls outside. Doane is back up now, Star now rushing back at him. Doane sees him coming and lifts him over his head as a counter, but Star lands right back in the corner he just leapt from, this time on the second turnbuckle. Doane doesn’t turn around to see Star, only for Aero to hop off the second rope with his back to Doane and cleanly onto his shoulders…HURRICANRANA!! An incredibly impressive display there from Aero Star, who keeps Doane underneath him and hooks a leg, looking to try and steal it away – 1…2…3-NO!! Doane forces Star off of him!

When both men get to their feet, Doane greets the ridiculously high-flyer to a boot to the gut before whipping Aero Star into the ropes, only for Star to spring off of them with a back handspring…HANDSPRING ELBOW!! Doane gets cracked across the jaw with Star’s athleticism, Star spinning to his feet and giving the crowd another salute to a pop. He then pulls Doane over into his corner and tags back in captain Psicosis, who springboards off the top rope while Aero Star leaps off of the second rope on the inside…SPRINGBOARD LEG DROP/IMPLODING SENTON COMBO CONNECTING!! Doane’s head, neck, and gut all get hit here as it’s Psicosis’ turn to cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Doane is able to find his way out!

With Doane throwing his shoulder up so hard he rolls over, Psicosis tags back in Aero Star before looking over Star’s shoulders and seeing both members of American Made now recovering. He makes a small motion to Aero Star, who takes several steps back and then runs right at Psicosis, who helps throw him into the air and over the top rope…AN EAGLE SPREAD NO-HAND PLANCHA ONTO BOTH MEN!! Once again, Star lands like he measured it up, taking some of the pain, but otherwise seems okay. Back in the ring, Psicosis turns back around to see Doane – RKDOANE!! ANOTHER RKDOANE!! Doane takes a moment to get a breath in before interestingly taking both of Psicosis’ legs and pinning him in the prawn hold, as if he just nailed a powerbomb…but the ref doesn’t count! Doane doesn’t realize that he’s not, possibly not seeing the second Psicosis/Aero Star tag, but he also doesn’t notice that Aero Star flies into the frame out of nowhere, catching Doane with the FLYING SUNSET PIN FROM THE TOP!! This completely catches Doane by surprise – 1…2…3…!!!

Winners: PsicoSuperStar at (13:33)

WHAT THE HELL?!? Just like that, Aero Star and the Mexicools cut the snake off at the head, pin the captain, and end the match!! Star rolls off of Doane and out of the ring, pulling Psicosis with him. Doane has a look of utter shock and horror on his face, pulling the ref in by his shirt and shaking him violently, telling him that he had Psicosis pinned and that he should’ve counted. The ref can only tell him that Psicosis wasn’t the legal man. American Made starts to come to, looking up and around completely confused and out of the loop, but the crowd is going crazy for what was perhaps a huge upset tonight.


Joey Styles:
H-Hey! That was a three count on the captain! It’s over!

JBL:
Oh my God in heaven.

Joey Styles:
Just like that, Ken Doane and American Made are eliminated! Blink and you missed it folks, that came out of nowhere!

JBL:
DAMMIT! Carlito was right! We gotta deport these disgraces right back to where they came from!

Joey Styles:
It was a clean win and clean pin, Bradshaw.

JBL:
LIKE HELL IT WAS!! They pulled some of that crafty Mexican garbage to steal that one!

Joey Styles:
I wouldn’t call it garbage, but I might call it a death sentence for Ken Doane! Remember what Chris Jericho said to him last week. And American Made might not get their chance to meet that young woman!

JBL:
An’ that’s the real tragedy here, Joey! These boys had purpose! But those stupid Mexicans didn’t care!! They’re evil!

Joey Styles:
Sooo…CM Punk is racist, huh?

JBL:
Shut up, turkey.

Joey Styles:
Well ladies and gentlemen, that was something I certainly didn’t see coming. But another thing I didn’t see coming, as did many fans, was the sudden retirement of the man we knew as Rob Van Dam a few months ago. Even after his friend Tommy Dreamer was beaten half to death at the hands of Finlay, Robert Szatowski still would not act. And this week on the AOW Newswire, we found out why. Take a look at this.



Quote:
Originally Posted by Robert Szatowski Lays Down the Law

We’re brought to a scene of nothing before the camera seemingly gets some kind of clarity and the face that we know as Rob Van Dam…er…Rob Szatowski shows up. But he doesn’t look nearly as easy going as we’re used to…

Szatowski:
This is Robert Szatowski. I’m not Rob Van Dam. Not anymore.
~Szatowski keeps a stern face

Szatowski:
So if there’s any fan out there who wants me back in the ring, I’m sorry, but I’m done. To any of the boys in the locker room who really wanted me to come back and do my thing, I’m sorry. And to you, Dave Finlay…
~Szatowski grimaces and scratches the back of his neck before continuing

Szatowski:
…STOP. NOW. I’ve already said that I’m done and anything you do from here on out is just…just brutality on false ears. Tommy Dreamer didn’t deserve what happened to him. He was bleeding for no reason and you know that. And that’s why I can’t ever come back. Because it’s all senseless. Every drop of Tommy’s blood was just…senseless.
~Is Rob trying to convince himself here…?

Szatowski:
Rob Van Dam wouldn’t let a thing like that slide. But Robert Szatowski wants no part of that. He wants no part of the risks. He wants no part of the rewards. He wants no part of wrestling. He wants…he wants no part of wrestling. Not even watching it.
~This statement genuinely seems to break Szatowski’s heart to say, but he’s not letting that on

Szatowski:
So everybody…please. For Tommy, Sonya’s, and my sake…just stop.
~Szatowski looks bummed to the furthest extent before reaching over and seemingly cutting off the camera

~Backstage halls, at the…concession stand?


We indeed cut to the concession stand where Acting Commander Mick Foley is giving out popcorn, hot dogs, and nachos to respective customers, giving us a good bit of mood whiplash in contrast to Szatowski’s video. Each one gets a signature Foley toothless smile and a thumbs up…but that’s before the handicapped Paul Heyman aggressively wheels himself into the frame, rudely bursting through a whole line of hungry customers.


Mick Foley:
What are you doing, Paul? Those are nice, waiting, paying customers.

Paul Heyman:
Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that they’re the ones who sign your paychecks.

~The ever fiercely sarcastic tone of Heyman running wild on that line

Mick Foley:
Well then what’re you doing here? Look, I thought I told you that I could handle the contract signing by myself.

Paul Heyman:
Oh no no no no no no no no. The second I came into the building, I saw the kind of anarchy you promote! Did you know Kofi Kingston and Tyler Black were killing each other backstage??

Mick Foley:
Oh. So that’s what that was.

Paul Heyman:
Oh don’t play dumb with me. If I even legitimately had the smallest, most miniscule shred of faith in you before I got here, it’s all gone now!

Mick Foley:
Oh, don’t be that way, Paul. Did you come all the way down here this week just to show me up?

Paul Heyman:
No. I actually came to get some things out of my office.

Mick Foley:
Your office? It must be nice having an actual office and all.

Paul Heyman:
This is no time for passive-aggressive jokes, Foley! You do know that we have a major lawsuit on our hands from our latest acquisition? Not to mention Sonya Szatowski might press charges if her husband gets harassed any more than he already has. And on top of that, I had to bother my exhausted lawyers one more time to ask them for those match confirming contract papers. Do you have any idea how serious this all is right now?!?

Mick Foley:
I’m sensing a little bit of tension in you, Paul. Here. Have some nachos. They’re on the house.

~Foley just continues to prod at Heyman here, holding out a plate of tortilla chips and cheese dip in front of Paul E. The rage seems to be climbing through Heyman’s entire body until his face just about boils over

Paul Heyman:
SCREW YOUR NACHOS~!!

~...and Heyman SLAPS the nachos out of Foley’s hand, sending them all the way down the hall in the background

Paul Heyman:
I’m going out there with you because there is no way in hell I’m leaving one of, if not the, biggest match in AOW history in your hands alone!!

Mick Foley:
Fine. If you wanna be out there being the only one who wants to stop Christian and Jericho - two guys who want each other dead, might I add - from killing one another…from your wheelchair, at that…be. My. Guest.

~Foley leans in terribly close on Heyman’s face for this, it suddenly dawning on Heyman what he may have got himself into

Paul Heyman:
I think I’d like to just go back to my office now…

Mick Foley:
Oh no, Paul. When you’re right, you’re right. I’m gonna need all the help I can get out there. Let’s go, boss.

~Heyman is petrified as Foley hangs a ‘closed’ sign on the concession booth and walks around to grab Heyman’s wheelchair handles. Foley begins pushing Heyman we assume towards Gorilla position, the camera following them for a little bit and giving us a speechless Heyman and a devilishly smirking Hardcore Legend before we fade away…


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


We return from the break to a ring lined with red velvet and a table with a big black tablecloth draped over it with the little leather case holding the contract. Also on that table appear to be a pair of pens and on the perimeter are two other chairs directly across from one another. At the center of the ring, we see Mick Foley and Paul Heyman, Foley standing behind Heyman as though he just pushed him in the ring.


Paul Heyman:
Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to welcome you to what will be a violence free AOW Championship contract signing.

~Of course, the mutants in the Hammerstein hate their lack of violence and boo viciously

Paul Heyman:
Throw heat on me as you may, that’s the way it will be.

~And they do until Foley puts a microphone to his lips

Mick Foley:
But it sure is great to have this contract signing live, right here, in the heart of Manhattan, New York City, New York!

~Foley totally shifts the response, the cheapest of cheap pops coming from the Hammerstein. Heyman is not impressed.

Paul Heyman:
As I was saying, we are here to have the men who will be in the main event of The Outer Limits come out here and cement their spot to make their title match official.

Mick Foley:
So without further ado, please welcome the number one contender – CHRISTIAAAAN CAAAAAGE!!


Foley reprises in his role from last week by announcing in Christian, as “JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES” hits the speaker system to a HUGE ovation, the reaction almost shocking Heyman right out of his wheelchair. Christian Cage struts through the blood red curtain and on down the ramp, the rage in his eyes still very much there, even if his face has eased a little bit for the moment. He steps into the ring and greets Foley, shaking his hand once again to another lasting ovation, but when he gets to Heyman, the two glare holes through one another. Cage then turns away to walk to the far side of the table before sitting and putting his hands together on said table, his intense gaze now staring daggers right at the entrance stage. The man he hates will be here only in due time.

Paul Heyman:
Very well then. Please give a welcome of the same viscosity to the AOW Heavyweight Champion…CHRIIIS JERICHOOO!!


Heyman actually growls Jericho’s name with angry distain, and the crowd actually heeds his request. The same amount of cheers that Christian got Jericho gets in UNBRIDLED HEAT, as “KING OF MY WORLD” breaks across the Hammerstein and gets even worse when Jericho actually breaks through the curtain in his all too classy suit and tie, the AOW Championship thrown over one shoulder, but his nose flung higher than anybody in his holier than thou strut to the ring. As Jericho steps in, all three men in the ring look at him with displeasure – Foley with anger, Heyman with disgust, and Christian with pure hatred. Jericho just gives his vintage evil smirk and sits down across from Cage, who hasn’t let his eyes leave Jericho for that entire ordeal.

Paul Heyman:
Now, gentlemen, I know there’s a lot of…er…tension going on here, but that’s why I’ve gone to painstaking lengths to make sure things go off without a hitch this evening. You see, if either one of you so even breathes too hard across the table at your opponent in five weeks, Christian…you will be stripped of your title match –

~A round of heat for that, but Heyman doesn’t mind it, instead opting to turn to Jericho now

Paul Heyman:
- and you, Chris Jericho, will be stripped of your AOW title.

~A mixed reaction for that one, but mostly a pop. Heyman then reaches out across the table and grabs the contract, flipping through several pages before setting it back down

Paul Heyman:
In addition, from this moment forward, neither of you are not allowed to touch one another or else those punishments will also apply there. But since I know just how crafty both of you can be, I’ll amended that clause and say that no competitor who was a member of Team AOW or the Worthy Legion at This is Exile is allowed to touch either one of you or the punishments will also apply there.

~There’s a great deal of heat for this one, possibly deflating any plans both men had in this, but neither man seems to be paying much mind. They haven’ stopped staring through each other.

Paul Heyman:
So without further ado, how about you gentlemen just sign the contract and we can aaaalll just get on with our lives.

~Heyman pushes the contract forward, but Jericho nor Christian move a muscle. The first man to do so is Jericho, who moves them to smirk and then pick up the microphone in front of him

Chris Jericho:
Christian Cage…look at you. Y’know, I was falsely accused of being a slave wrangler at the top of the show, but looking at you, you're the one just pathetic. The masters come callin’ and you…you’re just so oblivious, you come runnin’.

~Jericho leans in a little bit closer

Chris Jericho:
I mean, look at you. You were your own man. You knew the truth from the very moment you set foot in this company. Yet everyone blew you off as just some Illuminati-obsessed conspiracy theorist. And even then, you defied authority. Hell, you were defiant until what most of us thought was your very last breath in this company.

~Jericho leans back out, finally breaking his gaze with Cage for a moment

Chris Jericho:
But now look at you. Mick Foley brings you back. He uses you. And now that he’s done with you, he wants to feed you to me. I said this last week, Christian, but I think I need to explain myself a little further. You’re…just…a puppet.

~The crowd gives Jericho some heat on that one

Chris Jericho:
And the most pathetic thing about it is that Christian, you’re not an unintelligent guy. I mean, you’re not a Worthy Man like me, but you’ve got some brains. You knew my plans and failed to stop it. You knew why Mick Foley brought you back. You knew he would hand you a shot at me on a silver platter. And you know that at The Outer Limits, I will break what’s left of you.

~More unbridled heat for Jericho on that one

Chris Jericho:
See Christian, they want you gone. Heyman, Foley, these people – all of them. Why else would they grant you a shot at the embodiment of invincibility for his AOW Heavyweight Championship?

~Even more heat

Chris Jericho:
Just think about it for a moment. Every man who has stepped up to try and take me down, whether it’s in this ring or pulling their own strings, has been completely eradicated. Shawn Michaels. Rob Van Dam. Mick Foley.

~On that, Jericho actually looks over at Foley, who stares daggers right back at him, knowing Jericho has put him through tables and such in the past

Chris Jericho:
…Paul Heyman.

~Jericho then looks over to Heyman, Paul E. knowing exactly who put him in that wheelchair

Chris Jericho:
Bryan Danielson, Samoa Joe – the list goes on, Christian. None of those men were the same after they challenged me. And now that you’ve “saved this company” as you say, they have no use for you. They know that once you face me, you’ll be out of their hair for good.

~Jericho is now standing, looming over a Man on the Moon that hasn’t so much as moved an eyelash

Chris Jericho:
So now, you see everything. But even in all your vast knowledge, even after nearly destroying my Worthy Legion, you’re still just a puppet. Now you’re just a puppet that can see the strings. And in Montreal, I’ll show you just how much of an unworthy and unwitting pawn you are. But finally, this time…you’ll get to watch a god do it in person.

~Jericho, surprisingly, takes the pen and the contract and scratches his name on the contract, binding both he and the AOW Championship to the clauses therein. The crowd lets out a buzz of interest, only for all of the attention now to turn towards the other Canadian in the ring.

Paul Heyman:
Um…Mr. Cage…now it’s your turn.

~Heyman slides the contract Christian’s way. But he doesn’t pick up the pen. He picks up his microphone

Christian:
I’m gonna keep this short. But first, I have a question. Jericho…as much of a god as you claim to be, have you ever seen all of the moon?

~Jericho looks at Christian incredibly puzzled, mouthing out a “what the hell would I wanna do that for?”

Christian
:
Answer the question you son of a bitch – have you ever seen the entirety of Earth’s moon?

~Holy shit. No one saw that coming, the response stunning Jericho into shaking his head

Christian
:
I didn’t think so. No one has. No mortal, no god, no one. Why? Because the moon only shows one side of itself at a time. All anyone sees is the face. The side with light.

~Christian pulls the contract towards himself, but he stares even more intensely at Jericho, his eyes going back into that crazy territory

Christian
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It keeps the darkest part of itself out of plain sight. But it knows when to bring it out. So come The Outer Limits, you and everyone else will see something you’ve never seen before. And trust me…you’re not gonna like it.

~Christian stands up now, his turn to loom over Jericho

Christian
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When I finally get my shot at you for what you covet most, I’ll be sure to hold absolutely nothing back. You’ll learn that you can never eradicate me. You’ll see that I’m more than what claim as some 'puppet'. You’re all gonna see the dark side of the moon.

~Christian looms ever closer to Jericho, the Worthy’s One’s eyes going back to being filled with fear

Christian
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Are you ready for that, oh God of Gods…? Are you ready to see the dark side of The Man on the Moon…?


Christian is getting all too close to Jericho here, the camera focusing on an extreme close up of both men’s faces. It’s so close, we can’t see Heyman or Foley behind the table anymore, only the expressions of the two men who will now be doing nothing but going to a fight to the death in a month’s time…but the crowd is buzzing for some reason. That’s because when we pan back, someone is suddenly in the ring…SWEET CHIN MUSIC TO CHRISTIAN!! SWEET CHIN MUSIC TO CHRISTIAN!! WHAT THE HELL?? THAT’S SHAWN MICHAELS!!! WHAT THE HELL IS SHAWN MICHAELS DOING HERE??

The entire arena and every man in the ring seems to be wondering that same exactly question, as they all look on in both shock and fear. Heyman, seemingly determined to keep order even though he’s seen a ghost, is screaming in disbelief at Michaels that “…I FIRED YOU!! I FIRED YOU!! You can’t be here!!” Michaels’ face is blank, as the fans pour down a mixed reaction of both seeing him and for him downing their ‘savior’. Jericho has leapt to his feet, his eyes wide in horror. Michaels peers down at the downed body of Christian before slowly raising his head and looking right at Jericho.

Jericho has the same reaction that Heyman is, although his is much more subtle. Jericho is shaking his head, as he absolutely cannot believe who he is looking at right now. Jericho is so frozen in fear that he doesn’t move a muscle when Michaels advances towards him – SWEET CHIN MUSIC!! SWEET CHIN MUSIC TO THE AOW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!! The crowd reaction swings back into being largely positive, but Mick Foley isn’t having it. He rushes at Michaels and pushes him back, yelling at him and demanding answers. Michaels remains painfully stoic and silent, only for Foley to push him back again, pointing specifically at Christian and asking Michaels ‘why’. Michaels has just enough space…to KICK FOLEY’S HEAD OFF HIS SHOULDERS!! SWEET CHIN MUSIC TO MICK FOLEY!! WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE??

The only man left standing in the ring is indeed Shawn Michaels. The only other man cannot get to his feet because he’s restrained in a wheelchair. Heyman is seemingly about to join The Miz in the Pants Soiling Club, but before Michaels can even approach him, he stops at the table. He looks down at the contract signed by Chris Jericho, but not by Christian Cage. Michaels takes the pen intended for Cage…AND SIGNS HIS OWN NAME ON THE CONTRACT. The crowd again buzzes mixed reactions for that, but they begin making more noise when he approaches the scared shitless Paul Heyman…but then Heyman’s face suddenly twists into a sick smirk…? We see Heyman mouth something to Shawn, but we can’t make out what it is.



Joey Styles:
What in the hell --? Shawn Michaels is here? He’s back? And what the hell is he doing signing Christian’s contract?

JBL:
I don’t think that’s Christian’s contract anymore, Joey.

Joey Styles:
Wait a minute…are Paul Heyman and Shawn Michaels…in cahoots?? What kind of unholy alliance is that? What in the world…?

JBL:
I thought last week left me speechless, but this…this is unbelievable.



The final image we get of this twenty-third edition of Oblivion just a day before Valentine's Day is Heyman applauding with his signature evil grin plastered on his face. Meanwhile, Shawn Michaels is staring down at his handiwork, three bodies lying limp, HBK’s ponytail giving us the horrific pleasure to see his absolutely blank facial expression as we

Fade…

To…

Black…

END SHOW



THE OUTER LIMITS
The Belle Centre – Montreal, Quebec, Canada
March 16th, 2008
*Current Card*


*AOW Heavyweight Championship*
The Worthy Champion Chris Jericho(c) v. The Man on the Moon Christian Cage

~AOW Cruiserweight Championship~
The American Dragon Bryan Danielson(c) v. Gregory Helms


~AOW Trios Tournament Finals~
TBA vs. TBA




Honestly, I feel terrible about this show, but I'll let you guys help decide that for your own parts. This show felt really off for me possibly because of all the promo work, but alas, it gets things moving. Hope people don't hate me for what I'm trying to do with this and hope all remain well




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Jesus, what a promo. On one half, I admire the guts and the risk you've taken in posting something like this. It could very easily offend due to the content, which is certainly something that pushes the boundaries, and to use race as a basis for a characters motivation is something I can't say I've read before. Maybe it's because of that that I didn't like the part about Banks calling himself a slave. That was just too much for me. But then again, the line about a black man being beaten by a white man named Black... loved it. And the address of CM Punk, that was so well written too. The fight for freedom, the strive for liberty, the chase for the title, this part of the promo was spot on. I just felt it was too much at the start. Maybe I agree with JBL, the slave part was too much. But then again, you've written it, so maybe you knew that too. But yeah, certainly an incredibly impactful promo from 'The Boondock Saint' (that's awesome, btw), one which has made his intentions clear and his motivation in life defined. But it was a little close to the bone for me, a sensitive subject that you perhaps approached too strongly for my tastes.

Opening contest, and I have to compliment you on your use of the trios tournament. Such a simple concept, yet capable of providing so many innovative and exciting matchups. I liked the way you mentioned Carlito wasn't doing much of the work, letting The Club do most of the damage, that was a nice touch. Some pretty cool spots, exactly what would be expected given the names involved. And gosh, Manu looked beastly. Black involved, always expected the feud with Kingston to continue, and this was a nice way to get back some of the heat he lost during his defeat to Kofi. And all that remains is for 'Lito and Co to pick up the scraps. Hopefully this trio stick around and we see more signs of Carlito using The Club as his lackeys almost, that would be a pretty smart way to keep 'Lito looking strong. Overall, a really solid opener.

Ha at Miz handing over the mic and running away. Short but sweet from Joe, but the one thing I've taken from this is that if you ever write Joe giving The Great a muscle buster it'll be an incredible spot. And there's our announcement of the rubber match between Black and Kingston. Tyler to win imo.

Kinda in two minds about the Helms promo, simply because the start of it was putting over how much of a threat and how dangerous this 'new' Danielson is. Not very Helms-like really. But the second part was much more like it, with the arrogance over why Helms is the reason for the change. And that line about how with Helms being back means Danielson knows he's back to being second best, that was killer.

As for the match, made sense yes for Helms to show off that he can finish an opponent in five minutes, but I'm never really a fan of using no name jobers. I realise that you wanted this to be brutal and probably didn't want to see anybody on your roster suffer such a beatdown, but yeah, I'm just not a fan of that. A necessary evil in this case. But Helms looked so dominant, and I loved the way you had him replicate Danielson's moves from last week. The three shinning wizards just made Helms look so dominant, add that to the Danielson muttering and Styles emphasising his obsession, and Helms really came out of this looking like such a threat to Danielson and the title. Really strong segment here, did so much to establish just how big a threat Helms can be.

Again, another exciting trios match, although I'm surprised at how little of the match Nameth got. He seemed a bit of a passenger really, as Doane and Hager did most of the work. Doane looked an absolute star in this match, I thought he was gonna single handedly get the win, and you've given him a bit of an out with regards to the Psicosis pinfall spot. But yeah, another good match, the two trios matches have certainly delivered in terms of excitement tonight. But just who is that blonde woman American Made are interested in?

Foley and Heyman is such an interesting dynamic in this thread, the way the two play off each other as authority figures adds such an interesting twist to the way business is done. You wrote Heyman so well here, I could really sense his fears over letting Jericho and Christian get in the ring without him being there to try control matters, while Foley was his usual, jovial self. While I fully got the stipulation of no contact between Jericho and Christian, the part about the War Chamber teams not being allowed to interject either was rather interesting, as I thought for sure we'd have at least one beatdown of Christian at the hands of The Great in the upcoming weeks. Jericho was just awesome here, the man he almost taunted Christian for knowing all along about his plans yet being unable to do anything about it, just so condescending and irritating. Christian wasn't quite at that level, although certainly all the moon chat made sense and tied in with his character. I will take issue with the way you brought Michaels back and had him sign the contract, was far too much like the way Michaels superkicked Chris Benoit and stuck his name on Benoit's contract in real life for my book. Although the way Heyman applauded and exchanged words with Michaels, that's so intriguing, and such a tease that there could be something going on with Heyman and Michaels now that Heyman isn't as associated with Jericho. Can't wait to see how that situation develops.

To sum up, the in ring action was certainly enjoyable, but the promos at times didn't quite live up to those. Antonio Banks is certainly a strong character with a lot of fire behind him, and a very strong reason for his motivation, but at the same time, the whole racism thing is really a bold move, one that I don't know if you'll be able to fully sustain. I certainly wouldn't call if terrible as you put it, far from it, but it perhaps wasn't the best I've read from you. As always with you though, there are tons of positives, from the always exciting trios tournament to the mystique and intrigue in the main event scene, to the development of Gregory Helms tonight, all good stuff. Banks... he needs some work imo, but you've got plenty of time to work on him and build towards something good with CM Punk and Outer Limits. So yeah, opening segment aside, another top show, and another enjoyable read.

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Opening segment was just…wow. I really wasn’t sure having read it just how I felt, I was a little bit like ‘Woah’ but having read it once more I had a little bit more of a think on it. I think you got him character wise, for what you were looking to do, spot on and everything flowed really nicely, the obvious issue is the content of it. Personally I don’t mind you pushing the envelope a little bit, it’s edgy, it’s different and that’s what AOW has been all about. I think maybe the slavery aspect was a little bit too far, that coulda stayed out the way in my opinion but other than that I’m fine with it as long as it doesn’t escalate too much from this. I can totally get why people wouldn’t approve of this however and it could offend some but for me, I’m all for something a little out there. I did very much enjoy once he came onto Punk and his whole reasoning for attacking him was spot on. ‘Boondock Saint’ is a pretty awesome name by the way and I’m certainly looking forward to how Banks progresses in the coming weeks. Again though, just don’t go overboard. P.S- That line about a black man being beaten by a white man named Black was incredible.

Solid action in the opening contest, no change there from you. Pleased to see this Kingston/Black thing continuing and I hope we get the blow off sometime soon, should be epic. Right team victorious here also, SFC need to start looking a bit more dangerous and Lito needed to keep up the momentum he’s currently building. Aftermath was vicious and just what the doctor ordered for SFC, nicely done.

Enjoyed this with Joe. Really doing a fine job in making him this ‘one man army’ and he does come across as a legit badass. Him and Wright going at it would be mammoth.

Ah there it is, Black and Kingston next week on Oblivion, beautiful. With the No DQ stip I fully expect them to top their previous two battles, prove me right!

Promo from Helms wasn’t what I anticipated, didn’t expect to see him give any kinda credit to Danielson at all but the match more than made up for it and certainly did show that anything Danielson can do, Helms can too with that vicious attitude to boot. Both men being more aggressive is only gonna up the ante for when they do meet and I can’t wait to see it.

Heck of a match here, thoroughly enjoyable stuff and a shocker to go with it, really didn’t see it coming. I thought Doane and the American Made boys were primed to go through, Doane looked a major threat throughout but this defeat, Doane being the one pinned especially, shocked me. Really wondering just what route you go now with Doane and Jericho, will they kick him out? Will he have to prove himself once again? A lot of intrigue for me here.

Really enjoyed this segment with Foley and Heyman. You got Foley completely spot on with his humour and wits up against Heyman’s clear frustration and tension, paired together it was excellent. Contract signing should be interesting to say the least, especially now Mr.Heyman’s gonna be showing his face.

Jericho, shock horror, was immense here, just an awesome character and the words he said here were right on the money. The way he taunted him about knowing what was going on the whole time yet still not being able to do a damn thing about it. Christian’s ‘Man on the Moon’ schtick’s been excellent in the past and again, it slotted in nicely with everything that’s happened here, it did feel a little flat however compared to your usual standards. Why? I don’t know, I probably just expect too much from you lol. The end of this all though completely caught me off guard. Michaels is back, awesome BUT I’m hoping there’s no Heyman/Michaels alliance. I’m guessing Heyman’s brought him back after what Jericho had done to him but I still don’t see why the two would join forces, after all Heyman did everything he could to force him out the door. Very, VERY interested to see what you do now. I was all set for Jericho/Cage at long last but Michaels seems to have thrown a spanner in the works, triple threat incoming? We shall see.

On the whole another solid show here. Matches were highly exciting and at times surprising which can be a good thing and probably was here. Main talking points are of course Banks and the drama at the end. I think I’ll reserve total judgment on both until next week but for now, a bit of hit and miss on both, some stuff I liked, some not quite but the follow up to both is something I’m very much excited for. Good job and I look forward to the next one.
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Jesus, what a promo. On one half, I admire the guts and the risk you've taken in posting something like this. It could very easily offend due to the content, which is certainly something that pushes the boundaries, and to use race as a basis for a characters motivation is something I can't say I've read before. Maybe it's because of that that I didn't like the part about Banks calling himself a slave. That was just too much for me. And the address of CM Punk, that was so well written too. The fight for freedom, the strive for liberty, the chase for the title, this part of the promo was spot on. I just felt it was too much at the start. Maybe I agree with JBL, the slave part was too much. But then again, you've written it, so maybe you knew that too. But yeah, certainly an incredibly impactful promo from 'The Boondock Saint' (that's awesome, btw), one which has made his intentions clear and his motivation in life defined. But it was a little close to the bone for me, a sensitive subject that you perhaps approached too strongly for my tastes.
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Opening segment was just…wow. I really wasn’t sure having read it just how I felt, I was a little bit like ‘Woah’ but having read it once more I had a little bit more of a think on it. I think you got him character wise, for what you were looking to do, spot on and everything flowed really nicely, the obvious issue is the content of it. Personally I don’t mind you pushing the envelope a little bit, it’s edgy, it’s different and that’s what AOW has been all about. I think maybe the slavery aspect was a little bit too far, that coulda stayed out the way in my opinion but other than that I’m fine with it as long as it doesn’t escalate too much from this. I can totally get why people wouldn’t approve of this however and it could offend some but for me, I’m all for something a little out there. I did very much enjoy once he came onto Punk and his whole reasoning for attacking him was spot on. ‘Boondock Saint’ is a pretty awesome name by the way and I’m certainly looking forward to how Banks progresses in the coming weeks. Again though, just don’t go overboard.
Gentlemen, I cannot tell you how much I appreciate this round of feedback. Yes, any kind word on anything is very welcome, but of course the MVP situation is what I’ll take away from it the most. I’m not completely insensitive – I know what Banks said was very much touching the line (or for Mac, over the line). The first half of the promo was meant to blow a lot of heavy things at you while the second half of the promo was meant to pull back and try to focus all those heavy things on one point. Of course the intention wasn’t to offend, but this is, like many things this thread has allowed me to explore, something I’ve wanted to take a look at for a long, long time. And I can now easily see how far I can now take the character without making people too uncomfortable.

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I will take issue with the way you brought Michaels back and had him sign the contract, was far too much like the way Michaels superkicked Chris Benoit and stuck his name on Benoit's contract in real life for my book.
It does bear much resemblance to it, but only because I was going for more alluding to it and not just straight ripping it off. And if it came across as a carbon copy-paste, maybe I failed that.

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Christian’s ‘Man on the Moon’ schtick’s been excellent in the past and again, it slotted in nicely with everything that’s happened here, it did feel a little flat however compared to your usual standards. Why? I don’t know, I probably just expect too much from you lol.
If it's not up to par, you're more than welcome to call me out on it, CP. And no, it’s not just you. And there’s a reason for this. Part of it is the difficulty to maintain a character as intense as Christian’s for so long (on my low motivation even moreso), but some of the ‘flatness’ has purpose (although not all of it is story…)



With that little piece of booker reaction aside, since this edition of .com exclusives is almost required reading and not just supplemental material, I’m gonna hold off on news this week and just give you these and a preview…



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Spoiler for The World’s Greatest Competition Advocates:


We’re brought to the more classical exclusives set, with nothing but a white background and someone standing in front of it. This time around, there’s actually two men standing there in Shelton Benjamin and Charlie Haas, the AOW Tag Team Champions. Benjamin has his title around his waist, while Haas has his slung over a shoulder. Neither man looks very pleased to be here in this segment, but Shelton Benjamin in particular looks angrier than the Oklahoman to his left.

Benjamin:
Antonio Banks. I don’t know what angle you’re playin’ at, but let me tell you somethin’, “brotha”.
~Benjamin points a finger towards the camera

Benjamin:
This is a place where men come to wrestle. Where men come to compete. Where everything that we do and say gets defined by what we can do in that ring. And what we can do between those four corners has NOTHING to do with the color of a man’s skin.
~Benjamin is major intense here, Haas even looking a little surprised and backing out of the shot a bit


Benjamin:
Charlie and I are compelled by competition. That’s who we are. That’s who we’ve always been. And if you’ve known me for as long as you say you have, Antonio, you’d know that Shelton Benjamin is always lookin’ that next big challenge.
~Benjamin points to himself before getting back at the camera

Benjamin:
Charlie Haas beat me at This is Exile because he beat me. Not because he was white. And not because I’m not. Any other night, it could’ve gone any other way. Hell, Charlie’s even offered me a rematch at any point to prove that point. That’s what defines me and Charlie – respect. Not race.
~The camera zooms in a little, now getting Haas completely out of the shot and focusing on an intense Benjamin that we’re not too familiar with

Benjamin:
But yet here you are. Moseyin’ on in here like you own the damn place and start flinging your race card around. Talkin’ about how much you hate Black men like me. Well y’know somethin’, Banks? I hate Black men like you!
~Benjamin thrusts his finger back at the camera

Benjamin:
You’re the kind of Black man who sits on his ass and tries to blame everything on everyone else. You don’t get an opportunity? Blame it on ‘the man’ keeping you down. Door closed in your face? It’s someone else’s fault, not yours. It’s people like you that hold everybody back.
~Benjamin pulls his arms in to say ‘hold back’

Benjamin:
It’s guys like you that give guys like me a bad rap. I’m out here, week in, week out, bustin’ my tail and competing with the best of’em only for you to walk in here and in two sentences, try and destroy my body of work. No sir. So you can keep your ‘liberation’ to yourself. You can go look for your ‘brothas in arms’ somewhere else. There’s none of that here in AOW.
~Benjamin has firmly made his point, the camera pulling back now to allow Charlie Haas back in the frame

Haas:
I’m on board with Shelton. We might’ve strayed and let these titles get to our heads every now and then, but at the end of the day, competition ain’t something skin deep.
~It’s Haas’ turn to get a little agitated

Haas
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And when we strayed from that path, there were two guys who helped lead us right back on the path of competition and respect – one of them was Bryan Danielson. The other was the guy you bashed on your way in here – CM Punk.
~Benjamin and Haas nod heads

Haas
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See, while we were busy getting too big for our own heads, Bryan Danielson was out there in match after match giving his all. It wasn’t until Chris Jericho took him down that he had to break down and beg for help. And CM Punk, we’ve already let it be known what you did for us. That little speech of yours reminded us that there’s always someone to challenge because there’s always someone better.
~Benjamin and Haas nod together again

Benjamin:
And see after me and Charlie here both got pinned in the Trios Tournament and with all these extra things over our heads now…I think we kinda need a gut check. We need to get our heads back where they belong.

Haas:
And the best and only cure we know for that is…wrestling. Straight. Competitive. Wrestling.

Benjamin:
So we’ve got a little challenge for you Punk, Danielson. How about this Wednesday night, we forget about everything else – the Antonio Banks’s, the Gregory Helms’s, the Trios Tournament, all this extra nonsense…and we just wrestle? Two on two. Champions vs. Champions.

Haas:
…FOR the AOW Tag Team Championships.
~Benjamin actually turns his head sharply towards Haas

Benjamin:
We didn’t agree on that.

Haas:
It’s been a while since we reminded people why we held’em, Benji. And what better way for the World’s Greatest Tag Team to have a ‘gut check’ than for this gold to tell us whether we’re really ready or not?
~Benjamin hesitantly looks at Haas

Benjamin:
Alright. We’ll do it. Champions vs. Champions…for championship gold.

Haas:
For the sake of wrestling. What do ya say, fellas…?
~Benjamin slings his tag title over his shoulder to mirror Haas, the two looking at the camera with focused but inquisitive faces as we fade away…



Spoiler for Men of Honor:


We’re once again greeted to the solid white background with two bodies in the foreground – this time, it’s not the WGTT, but the men they openly challenged – AOW Dynasty Champion CM Punk and Cruiserweight Champion Bryan Danielson. Punk has a little bit of a smirk on his face with his title over a shoulder, while Danielson looks stern as ever, his orbital bone looking better but still tattered, while he wraps his title around his waist.

Punk:
Shelton. Charlie. Bryan and I here really appreciate your offer. It’s probably the most sportsmanlike thing I’ve seen anyone do here in AOW.

Danielson:
And we’ve given it a little bit of thought. We didn’t think too much because we really didn’t have to.

Punk:
See, the only thing we had to think about…is exactly what you guys want to avoid. Trust us, we want to do nothing but think about going at it in that ring without all these extra distractions. But ever since Bryan and I stepped in the War Chamber, we realized that we can’t ignore things like that. All those extra variables eventually add up.

Danielson:
Like right now, Punk and I…we’re mad. We’re mad as hell.

Punk:
He’s right. Two weeks ago, I was forced into a title defense that I was gladly triumphant in, only to get ambushed and accused of ‘knowing nothing’ a week later by some “Saint” who thinks he’s some kind of liberator.
~Punk says this in his real-life trademark way of angry ranting

Punk
:
Oh and Banks, don’t get too full and proud of yourself – when I feel like giving you the tongue lashing you deserve, I’ll make sure to do it. The world is waiting for me to ‘respond’, but see I wanna do it to your face and I know for a fact that you won’t be here this Wednesday. As if I needed any more reason to want to beat the hell outta you.
~Punk’s ranting state of mind keeps going with that statement

Danielson
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And as for me…I just feel myself becoming angrier by the day. And no, Gregory Helms, don’t flatter yourself. It’s not because you’re back and it’s not because you’re my number one contender. But all the frustrations I’ve had for months now are just…taking over. And I’m just waiting for the moment I can let’em all burst out.

Punk:
Bryan, you and me both. We’re literally just waiting on some ‘trigger’ to piss us off so we can go all out on it. Because by that point, we may not even be in control of our actions. But if we want to be competitive, we need to control ourselves.

Danielson:
And to do that, we might need a little ‘gut check’ for ourselves, too.

Punk:
So if we’re gonna face you, World’s Greatest Tag Team, we propose a set of rules that I hope you’ll adhere to.

Danielson:
They’re pretty simple…just a small ‘code of honor’, if you will.

Punk:
We shake hands. We wrestle. No cheap shots. No rule bendings or breakings. Nothing but pure competition…out of pure respect.
~Danielson and Punk possibly digging into their ROH roots for this proposed set here

Punk
:
That way, you guys get your gut check in the best way possible…and Danielson and I here can fight with no issues.

Danielson:
So World’s Greatest Tag Team…we accept your challenge on those terms.

Punk:
It’ll be CM Punk and Bryan Danielson facing Shelton Benjamin and Charlie Haas for the AOW Tag Team Championships. For gold. For competition. For respect…

Punk & Danielson:
…for wrestling.
~We fade out on a shot of two men, nay, two wrestlers that are as bound and determined as ever to prove that his is a wrestling ground and nothing else…



Spoiler for Finlay Calls Out Szatowski…For a Pint?:


We get away from the white backdrop packages, this one being much busier. We see the likes of Dave Finlay, but he’s sitting at what looks like a bar or a tavern. There’s plenty of background noise going on – music, laughter, the sounds of pool balls clacking. Finlay actually looks…happy? We haven’t really seen that look before on Dave in AOW, but he says something to the gentlemen sitting next to him, all three of them erupting in hearty Irish laughter. Finlay then finally notices the camera behind him, turning to it

Finlay:
Aye there, Robby! Y’know, I heard how much you wanted me to get off your case last week, and well…I kind of agree with ya, laddie.
~Finlay turns and shows the bartender two fingers before turning back around

Finlay:
But don’t get me wrong, boy. It’s not because you asked so nicely. It’s because, frankly, you’re starting to bore me, mate. It’s no fun beatin’ up on your friends if you’re not gonna come get me. And, well, I suppose I might’ve taken things a little bit too far.
~Finlay shrugs a little bit

Finlay:
So…you want me to stop, I wanna stop…let’s say we just put all this behind us, eh? Why don’t you come on down to the Irish pub and lets drink to a truce, huh?
~As Finlay says that, the bartender comes back with two mugs of filled to the brim with frothy lager. Finlay turns to see them before taking one and drinks several big gulps before stopping and speaking again

Finlay:
So how about it, Robbie? I’ll be here at the Swift Bar, just off of Broadway. You come here Wednesday night, we don’t watch wrestling like you want, and we drink our sorrows away. But don’t be late – I won’t wait on ya!
~Finlay finishes the mug he was holding…before grabbing the second one and starts downing that one too. He gulps about half of it down before taking it away from his lips and looking back towards the camera. We fade away on the image of Finlay giving a hearty, toothless Irish laugh that we’re not sure is happy or planning something sinister…




Spoiler for All Warfare is Based on Deception:


There’s absolutely no time to get into this scene, as from the second the camera rolls, Ken Doane is bustling through halls, throwing backstage workers out of his way. Coming up behind him are Jack Hagar and Nick Nameth, trying to chase him down. This seems to be a scene from last week’s Oblivion. Doane is absolutely frantic, eventually crashing into the locker room door before actually opening it and bursting in. Several competitors occupy the room, but Doane pretty much loses it on them.

Doane:
OUT!! ALL OF YOU!! GET OUT!!
~The stunned men in the locker room adhere to this terrified man, all going out the door. When they all leave, American Made steps in and approaches Doane, who is nearly ripping his hair out of his head

Doane:
What am I gonna do?? Jericho’s gonna kill me…no…killing me would be too easy for him…oh god…

Nameth:
Dude, Ken, relax –

Doane:
THERE IS NO RELAXING!! Did you not see what just happened out there?? I had everything in my hands – I was on the verge of bringing glory right back to the Worthy Legion…and then what? AND THEN WHAT?? I LOST!! I’ve disgraced the Worthy Legion even more!
~Doane seems to have lost any and all composure

Hagar:
I’m sure he’ll understand –

Doane:
NO!! Do either of you know what Chris Jericho is like?? He’s not just gonna let this slide or let this one go…oh no…he’s going to punish me. In the state he is now…who the hell knows what kind of punishment that could be. And Jericho was right. I was nothing until he got to me. When he finds me, he’s gonna destroy me, my career, and any hope I ever have of even making it back to that ring in one piece. I just know it…
~Doane is sweating, trembling in a fear that almost makes one feel sorry for him

Nameth:
You mean ‘if’ he finds you.

Doane:
…what?
~Jack Hagar reaches into a duffle back and pulls out a set of keys

Nameth:
Take our car and get out of here. Just get your bags and go. Don’t worry about anything else except getting the hell away from here. Alright, bro?
~Doane finally looks calmed

Doane:
Thank you. Thank you.
~Doane grabs the keys and slings a duffle bag over his shoulder, rushing out of the room the same way he barged in. Nameth and Hagar remain, Hagar walking over to where Doane’s bag once was

Hagar:
Sooo…how exactly are we gonna get home?

Nameth:
It’s a nice night. A walk’ll do us good. America may be obese, but we don’t want to be.
~Nameth reaches down at the spot where Doane’s bag was and finds…Doane’s cell phone? We recognize it from earlier in the night when Doane was talking on it…

Hagar:
Is that…his phone? Should we go get it to him?

Nameth:
No, braniac. Watch and learn.
~Nameth presses a few buttons before putting it to his ear

Nameth
:
Hello? Hi sir, I’m Nick Nameth, Ken Doane’s friend. Yes, I need the information on the young lady you’ve been looking for. I was promised after our match, I’d get it and he said to just call you.
~Nameth motions to Hagar to get a pencil and paper. Hagar looks around for a moment before going into someone else’s locker and finding a random piece of paper and a pen. Nameth puts the phone to Hagar’s ear, Hagar bracing the paper on his knee and quickly writing down the information the man on the other line tells him. Hagar throws Nameth a thumbs up, with Nameth putting the phone back to his own ear.

Nameth
:
Thank you so, so much sir. Have a good day.
~*click*

Nameth
:
If there’s anything I’ve learned from watching Jericho’s troops work, it’s always have a back-up plan.

???:
Thank you for the flattery.
~Nameth and Hagar both turn offscreen, only for the camera to pan back and reveal none other than Chris Jericho himself in the apparel he would later attend the contract signing in

Jericho:
I don’t know where Doane’s run off to, but what I do know is that you two gentlemen owe me. If you plan on keeping all that information you’ve stolen from me, you’re gonna have to pay me back.

Hagar:
H-How?

Jericho:
Keep Doane’s phone. From this point forward…you two are at my every beck and call.
~Jericho turns out and exits the locker room as quickly as he seemed to appear. Nameth and Hagar look at one another very nervously as we fade away…







2.20.08


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

“Under Oath”


For two straight weeks, AOW has shocked the world, but it was last week that brought not a new name, but an awfully familiar one. A man we saw Paul Heyman fire on live television just over a month ago was back, alive, and ‘kicking’. “The Heart Break Kid” Shawn Michaels returned to deliver Sweet Chin Music to literally everyone is sight at the AOW title contract signing…except for one Paul Heyman. As Heyman watched on, Michaels etched his name where Christian Cage’s should have been on the contract. But what does that even mean?? This Wednesday, Paul Heyman and Shawn Michaels will address the situation…together. Evidently what is to be announced is so huge and detrimental, that Heyman has ordered both number one contender Christian Cage and the AOW Heavyweight Champion Chris Jericho to both be banned from the building. What could the Curator of Extreme and the Heart Break Kid have on their minds…?

With so much talk on the horizon, there’s gotta be wrestling to balance it all out…and boy oh boy will there be. Not only are the Trios Tournament in the second rounds, we’re gonna get what should be one of the most physical tag team matches to date – Mercenaries, Inc. will go three-on-three with the men who managed to do what they’ve never done and that’s pin both members of the World’s Greatest Tag Team – the Sons of the Dungeon and their coach and captain, Lance Storm! Which one of these teams will win, set the bar even higher, and punch their ticket to Montreal for a trip to the finals?

…but wait!! You want to talk about explosive tag team action, what about the match set forth and accepted by all parties on the .com exclusives? Four men who have so much shrouding them at the moment will try to put it all away just for one night and focus on the one thing that has brought them all to the dance – wrestling. Shelton Benjamin and Charlie Haas have their own personal issues to sort out, not helped by some of the comments from Antonio Banks, as well as their loss in the opening round of the Trios Tournament. And speaking of comments from Antonio Banks, Dynasty Champion CM Punk just wants to shut up and wrestle while Banks is supposedly away, offering to deliver a ‘tounge lashing’ only to Banks’ face. In the meantime, he’ll put his extracurricular variables aside and team up with Bryan Danielson, who has an emerging viciousness with him to go with his Cruiserweight gold. Four of AOW’s top young talents and champions will go at it in a ‘gut check’ match that will be for the AOW Tag Team Championships.

For several months now, Dave Finlay has devoted every second of his life to doing what he can to break Rob Van Dam. He somewhat succeeded some time ago, as the man we knew as RVD rebuked his name and became Robert Szatowski, a man who once had a love for wrestling and putting on a show. Not being that man anymore, Szatowski has become a shell of his former self, never more evident than when Finlay destroyed his friend Tommy Dreamer…and he did nothing to stop it. But after apparent charges prepared to be filed and Szatowski having enough of Finlay and wrestling altogether, Finlay used his time on aohdubya.com to…ask Szatowski to drink with him? Evidently, Robert Szatowski has accepted, but what does all of that mean…?

But that still isn’t all!! Every waking moment since their twenty-five minute explosive debut, Kofi Kingston and Tyler Black have been at one another’s throats. Their first bout was to prove exactly who they were, and when they met at This is Exile, it was about proving that nothing these two men can do is a fluke. But this coming Wednesday, there may be nothing but hatred in the air, as the two rookies will channel all their anger into one final contest. But thanks to their brawl spilling over right into Paul Heyman’s lap last week, this match is…a No Disqualifications match!! With no limit on these men’s abilities and now no limit on what they can do, will Kingston/Black III be able to call itself the greatest rookie rivalry ever??

An absolutely stacked card is just on the horizon, so you don’t wanna miss any second of the next edition of Wednesday Night Oblivion, 9/8c on FX!!



.:Confirmed For Oblivion:.

~AOW Tag Team Chamionships~
*Champions vs. Champions*

AOW Tag Team Champions World’s Greatest Tag Team v.
Dynasty Champion CM Punk & Cruiserweight Champion Bryan Danielson

~No Disqualifications~
Kofi Kingston v. Tyler Black III

PLUS…

~AOW Trios Tournament – Rd. II~
Lance Storm & Sons of the Dungeon v. Mercenaries, Inc.

AND…

Paul Heyman and Shawn Michaels explain themselves
{w/Chris Jericho and Christian Cage banned from the arnea}



Hope to have this up by the end of the weeekend. I plan on perhaps spreading some love around in some form or fashion this weekend as well. But don’t hold me to any of that




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

*Taped prior to tonight’s events…

We’re brought to what looks like the Swift Bar from Finlay’s online promo. Finlay’s sitting at the bar, looking up at a clock that says it’s roughly 8:30. The party hasn’t even started in the pubby, but there’s Finlay as was promised. Not too long after the awkward opening shot of a lonely Finlay…Robert Szatowski actually walks into the bar. Finlay’s face lights up as Szatowski stares at him hard.

Finlay:
Hey!! Robbie!! You came! For once, you didn’t disappoint.

Szatowski:
Right. What’s this really about, Finlay?

Finlay:
Whaddya mean what’s this about? This is about you an’ me callin’ a truce. It’s the truth, boy.

Szatowski:
…right…
~Szatowski looks at Finlay incredibly skeptically

Szatowski:
You want me to believe that you’ve threatened my career, my very wellbeing, and beat one of my best friends to near death, invite me to an empty bar…and you just wanna drink?

Finlay:
That’s right. You said you wanted me to stop. So I’m stoppin’. If you get me drunk enough, I might even apologize.
~The bartender comes around and once again plops two huge mugs filled to the brim with frothy ale right by Finlay

Finlay:
First round’s on me, boy.
~Finlay gestures Rob over, Szatowski very cautiously and hesitantly sits down and takes one of the mugs

Szatowski
:
Dude, you can’t expect me to –

Finlay:
Look at it this way, Robbie - I’m a proud Irishman. Whether you’re my friend or my enemy, I’m gonna drink with ya.
~Szatowski looks at Finlay’s hardened eyes before looking back at his frothy mug of ‘water’, obviously thinking this over…

Szatowski
:
Y’know what? Cheers.

Finlay:
That’s the spirit, boy! Cheers!

The two bitter enemies clack the two glasses together, the sound echoing through the still very empty bar. It’s only when Szatowski and Finlay start gulping do a few more people walk in the door, the bar scene looking to start picking up as the clock nearly strikes nine…


***


2.20.08

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

“Under Oath”


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 welcomed to the Hammerstein once again to the embrace of 3,000+ rabid fans for what seems like the twenty-fourth sellout in a row for Wednesday Night Oblivion. The panning around shots show the crowd is just as pumped as ever, no matter what may be on tap, but it may be because they were promised a huge night. And that night almost immediately gets underway because once the panning is done, Tony Chimel stands center ring and tells that the following No Disqualifications contest is scheduled for one fall!!

“MAN WIT’ NO LAND” bellows out over the loudspeakers and gives way to the crowd giving a very nice pop for Kofi Kingston. But for the first night of his short career, Kingston isn’t smiling. He’s walking down to the ring with nothing but burning purpose in his eyes, the black hoodie he’s wearing making him look all the more daunting. He tend to his back just a bit as he walks down, the assault on his back last week still acting up. Kingston is wearing his usual Jamaican/Ghana mash-up workout attire, pretty much ignoring the fans this time around as he’s got more on his mind than pandering tonight. He jumps into the ring with a single bound through the middle ropes before snatching off his pants and taking off his hooded sweatshirt.


Joey Styles:
Welcome to the twenty-fourth edition of Wednesday Night Oblivion ladies and gentlemen, where we probably have one of our biggest nights in AOW history!

JBL:
You aren’t lyin’ about that, partner.

Joey Styles:
I’m Joey Styles alongside John “Bradshaw” Layfield, and as you heard Tony Chimel and see Kofi Kingston there as serious as ever, this match will be No Disqualifications.

JBL:
An’ this is just our curtain jerker, Joey! We’ve got the best rookie rivalry in history kickin’ off our show! That tells you just now damn good the rest of the night’s gonna be.

Joey Styles:
Indeed partner, this is the first of several huge points tonight, but from the look on Kofi Kingston’s face, this is the only one he’s thinking about.


“BLACK AND WHITE” now chimes out to an actual mixed reaction, but it’s definitely more negative that only gets louder when Tyler Black and his long black trenchcoat break through the blood-red curtain. Black, conversely to Kingston, actually does have a smirk on his face, but it takes a moment to see it through his messy looking long dark hair covering up his entire face. Nonetheless, Black walks a little quicker down the ramp than usual, but he freezes when he gets to the base of the ramp and sees Kingston damn near ready to leap at him through the ropes and only being restrained by referee Goose Mahoney. Black steps in with his smirk having disappeared and takes off his trenchcoat, ready to get it on one more time with his rookie rival.

~OPENING CONTEST~
*No Disqualifications*
Kofi Kingston
v.
Tyler Black


No sooner does Mahoney leave the center of the ring do these two leap from their corners and immediately start BRAWLING WITH EACH OTHER LIKE RABID DOGS!!! Kingston and Black not opening a match with an attempted handshake this time, just looking to beat the hell out of each other here!! There’s hair and dreads and lefts and rights flying back and forth that immediately gets the crowd hotter and hotter with each blow! Eventually it looks like Black pulls away, whipping Kingston hard into a corner and rushing at him with a hard corner forearm smash!! Kingston eats the impact hard and drifts out of the corner, leading Black to whip him towards the opposite corner, only for it to be reversed and Kingston whip him there instead. Kingston rushes after Black now and leaps up…leaping corner forearm smash!!

The two share different variations of the same move, Kingston now looking to whip Black back into the opposite corner, but again, it’s reversed and Black whips Kofi. Black now rushes at Kingston once more…leaping corner reverse elbow!! Once again, Kingston’s body is sandwiched between Black’s arm and the corner, Black now looking to whip Kofi right back into the opposite corner, but AGAIN, Kingston manages to reverse it and whip Black there instead. Kofi rushes after him and leaps onto his adversary, suspending himself on his midsection…MONKEY FLIP!! The back and forth high pace finally ends when Black’s back splats against the canvas, Kingston now going over for the pin attempt – 1…2…NO!! Black has more fight than that, but as soon as he kicks out, he slides underneath a bottom rope and to the floor, hoping to catch himself and slow the pace back down.

As the crowd throws heat on Black for disrupting what was a hot open to get some strategy going, Kingston rushes towards the ropes and Black and looks for a SUICIDE DIVE…NO!! IT WAS A DUPE! Kingston bounces his shoulders off the top rope and doesn’t go anywhere, leaving Black cowering and covering his head for nothing. This allows Kingston to peek his feet through the ropes and his Black with a rope aided dropkick! This sends Black back a few steps, giving Kingston time to prepare himself…CORKSCREW PLANCHA FROM KINGSTON!! A terrifically acrobatic move from Kingston, who jumps right back to his feet and pumps his fist in euphoria. It may be No DQ, but the falls don’t count anywhere, leading Kingston to take Black up and try and roll him back under the ropes and into the ring, but Black surprises Kofi and everyone in attendance by picking Kofi up…AND BACKDROPPING HIS LOWER BACK AGAINST THE RING LIP!! A move that Black has used in both previous contests with Kingston rears its ugly head one more time, crushing Kingston’s spine.

Black is forced to sit up against the ring base after he hits the move, still recuperating a bit while Kofi tends to his possibly broken vertebrae. Black then gets back to his feet and pulls up the ring skirt to pull out…a steel chair. The first weapon is introduced in this one, Black hoisting the chair over his head…and brings it CRASHING IT DOWN ON KINGSTON’S SPINE!! GOOD GAWD ALMIGHTY~!! Kingston rolls over and screams in absolute pain, Black almost looking numb to the fact and takes Kingston to roll him back into the ring. It takes him a moment, but he goes for his very first cover of the contest by hooking both legs – 1…2…3-NO!! Kingston somehow kicks out, but the strain on his back from having to kickout is noted by the commentary team.

Black knows he might have to go even further than that, rolling back to the outside to grab the steel chair. He places it close to the ring lip, but then goes back under the ring to find something else and pulls out…A TABLE!?!? The ever menacing wooden slab gets a pop from the audience as Black sets it up on the outside. Black then reaches back into the ring to pull Kofi back out, giving him a hard forearm shot to the back for good measure before laying him on the table. The crowd is buzzing in anticipation as Black begins to ascend to a top rope. The whole crowd stands up to see…what could he be doing here…? His back is turned to Kingston whatever it is, but Kofi springs up…and SHOVES BLACK OFF THE TOP…JAW FIRST INTO THE STEEL FENCE BARRICADE!! Black is thwarted and gets his jaw jacked all at once, giving Kofi time to now scale to the top rope and aim for the outside…SKY HIGH CROSSBODY THAT SENDS BOTH MEN SPILLING INTO THE CROWD!! The front row fans are scattering and cheering, as the rookies are going all out now! We get an image of Black and Kingston lying in a heap together in the crowd, both in pain, as we cut away.


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**



When we return back to the outside action, we’re brought back in a big way, as Kofi Kingston THROWS BLACK HEAD FIRST INTO THE STEEL POST!! Black stumbles across the outside, completely thrown off his game there, as Kingston taking the wobbly Black and throwing a STRAIGHT PUNCH TO THE JAW!! The precision strike from the kickboxer-esque Kingston is enough to make Black wobble even more, now giving Kingston the opportunity to roll Black back in the ring and go for a cover of his own – 1…2…3-NO!! Black rolls a shoulder!! As Black kicks out, we can see Kofi gripping at his still ailing spinal region, possibly that robbing him of what he needed to get the win. Kofi doesn’t cry too much over spilt milk, however, rolling back to the outside and rummaging under the ring…to find the garbage can and lid!! Kofi throws them over the top rope and into the ring before going back under and looking for something else…ANOTHER TABLE!?! What the hell does Kofi have in mind here?? We don’t know, but we see him drag the table into the ring with him and sets it up center ring before turning back to Black…WHO CLOCKS HIM IN THE HEAD WITH THE TRASH CAN LID!! Black pulling a fast one there as Kofi drops like a rock for another Black cover – 1…2…3-NO!! It’s STILL not enough to break Kingston!

But Black doesn’t waste much time after the failed pin attempt, instead wrapping Kingston up and setting him up…BOW AND ARROW LOCK!! Black is really intent on breaking Kingston’s spine here, robbing him completely of the athletics of his moveset or perhaps a submission victory! Kingston’s cries of pain can be heard all the way in Jamaica, his flexibility now working against him. Kingston flails and struggles out of the hold, but he grabs hold of the nearby trash can lid…AND POUNDS BLACK IN THE FACE WITH IT!! The blow releases the grip and puts Black in pain now, but Kofi doesn’t recover immediately.

Kingston is forced to roll onto the apron for some recovery time, but Black won’t let him recover for very long. After repositioning the table in the ring closer to the ropes, Black takes Kingston and pulls him to his feet, the two now doing battle against the ropes, Kingston on the apron and Black in the ring. After another short skirmish, Black tries to SUPLEX KOFI INTO THE RING THROUGH THE TABLE…but Kingston prevents it and fights back, bringing Black up to SUPLEX HIM FROM THE APRON TO THE TABLE OUTSIDE…but Black stops that too. The two keep this tug-of-war going, knowing good and well it’ll be over if it tips too far over one way. It’s Kingston that succeeds in lifting Black, looking like a tumble…but Kingston’s back gives way a bit, forcing him to not be able to lift Black all the way. Black then floats over Kofi…and LOOKS TO GERMAN SUPLEX HIM OFF THE APRON THROUGH THE TABLE…but Kofi still has enough in him to stop this and poke his legs through the middle rope…pendulum kick!! Black falls from the apron to the floor BOUNCING HIS FACE OFF THE TABLE on the way down!

Kofi takes this opportunity now to get that rest time before going down and taking Black, nailing him with several elbows for good measure. Kofi then takes Black and starts to lay him flat across the table, but Black starts to fight back and forces Kingston away, only for Kingston to get his hands on the chair Black left on the ring lip and CRACK BLACK IN THE SKULL WITH THE CHAIR!! Black falls lights out across the table, Kingston now with another opportunity to climb to the top rope and loom over the table-bound Black. Kingston takes a second to shimmy his shoulder and let out an audible “BOOM! BOOM!” before he leaps from the top to the outside…BOOM DROP THROUGH THE TABLE!! BOOM DROP THROUGH THE TABLE!! OH MY GAAAAAD~!!!

“HOLY SHIT!!” chants are rippling all through the arena, as neither Kingston nor Black is moving. The fall probably jacked the ailing spine of Kingston, while the damage is obvious to Tyler. It takes a good solid minute before Kingston is even able to get back to his feet without stooping over and holding his back, but he has to go back over and get Black to come with him. Kingston then has to roll the dead weight into the ring and climb in himself, the whole thing looking like it’s happening in slow motion before Kingston slings himself onto Black for a cover – 1…2…3…NO!!! He took too long!! Black somehow stays alive!!

Black flops all the way over onto his stomach he had to roll the shoulder so hard, Kingston a little agitated. But he takes it in stride and sees the table he set up earlier and moves it, now setting it up in a corner. Kingston then goes over to the struggling Black and pulls him to his feet before looking to CHUNK HIM THROUGH THE TABLE…NO!! Black somehow stops Kingston from flinging him, fighting back and then looking to CHUNK KINGSTON THROUGH THE TABLE…NO!! Kofi leaps up onto the second ropes before hitting the table, leaping over it and bouncing off the top rope behind it…DOUBLE JUMP CROSSBODY…NOBODY HOME!! Black sees it coming this time and ducks underneath, giving Black more time to recover and stop Kingston’s momentum. Kofi recovers gripping his midsection and charges at Black again, but Black sidesteps and gets the Ghanaian/Jamaican hybrid in a drop toehold…RIGHT INTO THE CORNER BOUND SLAB!!

He doesn’t break through it, but his whole body pancakes off of it. Black takes note of his surroundings for a second before taking the now prone Kingston and nails the BLACK TO WHITE…CRUNCHING ON THE GARBAGE CAN!! KINGSTON’S ENTIRE BODY FLATTENS THE GARBAGE CAN!! The backdrop-to-reverse STO caving in the can has the entire crowd with their “ooohs”, but neither Kingston nor Tyler can move. Black is perhaps still feeling the effects of that Boom Drop, preventing him from making an immediate cover. He then takes a moment to roll Kingston’s body off the flattened trash can, throw the pancaked apparatus out of his way, then slings an arm over Kingston’s chest – 1…2…3…NO!!! KINGSTON STAYS ALIVE!! HE ROLLS THE SHOULDER!! Kofi rolls the shoulder so that he rolls into Black, both men now on the canvas with their heads buried in each other’s hair, exhaustion running rampant. But the crowd gives both men a rousing cheer for the efforts they’ve given. Black is the first man to stir, but Kingston isn’t far behind, both men getting on their knees before realizing the other is there. They scrap for a bit before battling rights and lefts with the hot crowd getting behind them. Black is the first man to strike -

BOO!!

YAY!!

BOO!!

YAY!!

BOO!!

YAY!!

YAY!!
YAY!!

BOO!!
BOO!!
BOO!!

OoooooooooooOOOOOOHHHH…


YAKUZA KICK!! Black rebounds off the ropes and blasts Kingston with the running boot!! The crowd gives one last “boo”, but Black actually waves them off, prompting a little bit more heat, only to run over Kingston and rebound off the ropes again…RUNNING SHOOTING STAR PRESS!! WOH!! No one saw him pulling that trick out of the bag, but that may have been all Black had in the tank as he sells the impact before grabbing one of Kingston’s legs and forcing a shoulder down – 1…2…3…NO!! ANOTHER NEAR FALL!! Black immediately stops holding an arm down and hooks both of Kingston’s legs, hoping to get it this time – 1…2…3-NO!! ANOTHER KICK OUT!! Again, the strain on Kingston’s spine is noted, but he just won’t give up! Black is almost beside himself, his wet with sweat locks parting a bit to show us some clenched teeth.

A snarl escapes those teeth as his feet wobble and try and pull Kingston by his hair with one hand and with the other make a motion that “it’s over!!” Black then pulls Kingston in for what looks like a FISHERMAN’S BUSTER…but Kingston twists out of the grip, and counters with his own TROUBLE IN PARADISE…NO!! Black ducks underneath the move that did him in a few Sundays ago, Kingston landing on his feet, his back turned to Black…PAROXYSM…NO!! Kingston is aware of the move that defeated him in their first meeting, spinning out of it and catching Black around the back of his waist…SOS!! The Rhanhei connects, folding Black over and getting Kingston a fall attempt here – 1…2…3-NO!! It’s Black’s turn to show some guts again!!

And on that note, it’s Kingston’s turn to show a bit of frustration. Black rolls away to try and recover a little bit, leading him to a ring corner to lean up against. Kingston, meanwhile, takes a moment to try and slap some feeling back into his lower back because looks to need it when he charges at Black in the corner and leaps up in a single bound…and starts cracking punches off with the TEN PUNCH!! The crowd is counting each kickboxer-esque precision blow that Kofi launches, but he only gets to about five before Black starts to reach around him and club him in the weak back. The early spinal work comes back to haunt Kingston, who tries to keep going up to seven punches, but Black hits him solid one final time, finally stumping him. Black reaches underneath Kingston’s legs and traps them over his shoulders, the crowd not liking where this is going as Black runs out of the corner…RUNNING POWERBOMB…THROUGH THE TABLE!! RUNNING CORNER POWERBOMB THROUGH THE CORNER CLAD TABLE!! OOOHH MYY GAAAD~!!!

More “HOLY SHIT!!” chants run rampant, as Black falls to a sitting position from the off-balance nature of the move. He looks around and perhaps actually takes the chant in, the camera panning over to see Kingston’s motionless body wrapped and contorted around the ring corner, ropes, and shards of table. Black makes sure not to waste too much time, getting a burst of adrenaline and dragging Kingston’s carcass out of the corner and towards the center ring…but he doesn’t cover him. Instead, he heads over to a corner and climbs the top rope, almost exhausted by this point, but managing to do so. The entire crowd is on their feet now seeing what this could possibly be…PHOENIX SPLASH!! PHOENIX SPLASH!! Black debuts the Phoenix Splash in a phenomenal way!! The entire Hammerstein is actually popping their heads off for the move, Black not being a very good heel there, but nonetheless the arena is rockin’ as Black definitively covers his rookie rival – 1…2…3…!!!

Winner: Tyler Black at (17:47)

He did it! Tyler Black peels himself from off of Kofi’s body, momentarily lying eagle-spread on the canvas. Goose Mahoney helps him up a little bit, but Black only gets to his knees and raises his hands at his big victory, the crowd giving am mixed reaction, but unlike earlier the cheering for him is more noticeable. Black obviously didn’t expect this, but takes it in nonetheless as Mahoney raises his arms for a well-earned, hard fought victory.


Joey Styles:
An absolutely stunning victory for Tyler Black, and it’s wins like this that can propel young guys to go as far as they want to.

JBL:
I can’t disagree with you there, Joey. Bravo, Tyler! Kofi, get on your banana boat back to wherever the hell you came from!

Joey Styles:
Oh, come on, John! Kofi Kingston put as much effort, if not more, in that match than did Tyler Black.

JBL:
But Joey –

Joey Styles:
Yeah, I know – “this is AOW, where wins and losses count” blah blah blah. You’ve deafened me with your commentary long enough for me to know exactly what you’re gonna say.

JBL:
Cut me off again an’ see if you’re sittin’ next to me ever again.

Joey Styles:
Then I’ll gladly stand. But what’s this here…?


Styles is cut off by the scene in the ring, where Tyler Black was about to exit the ring, but stops when he sees Kofi trying to get to his feet with the ref’s help. Black stares at Kingston hard before stomping over and actually shoving the referee aside, prompting a good bit of buzz…but only for it stop once Tyler Black extends his hand. He wants a handshake. Kingston, on one knee and tending to his ailing back, doesn’t know what to think. Kingston cautiously extends his hand…and Tyler Black and Kofi Kingston share a handshake to a grand applause. The very handshake that Kingston wanted in their debut and that Black mocked in their second meeting is finally shared by both men after once again taking each other to the limit. Black actually keeps the hands clasps and helps Kingston to his feet, helping him lean against some ropes before finally leaving the ring.

Joey Styles:
Well would you look at that.

JBL:
Well I’ll be.

Joey Styles:
Well I don’t know about you, partner, but Tyler Black just got loads of respect in my book.

JBL:
Don’t let it fool ya. Tyler Black’s a dynamic thinker an’ I wouldn’t put it past him to be using this for something.

Joey Styles:
Well that may be true, but I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt for now and say that he and Kofi Kingston successfully tore the house down yet again. But that’s probably not the only match that’ll to that tonight – far from it!

JBL:
This night’s gonna be so good, I’m actually happy to be sittin’ next to you to see it, Joey.

Joey Styles:
Aww. Thank you, John.

JBL:
It’s only because this is the best seat in the house, you GOON. Stop yer sentimental garbage an’ promote the card.

Joey Styles:
Fine then. Coming up later on tonight, we’ve got big Trios Tournament action, but we’ve also got a HUGE AOW Tag Team Championship match – four men who vow to do this for honor, respect, and wrestling will compete as four champions. The World’s Greatest Tag Team, CM Punk, and Bryan Danielson lock horns.

JBL:
An’ tonight, we might get some answers from Paul Heyman an’ Shawn Michaels.

Joey Styles:
Indeed, partner. Tonight, Paul Heyman has said his announcement with Shawn Michaels is so important, that BOTH Christian Cage AND AOW Champion Chris Jericho have been banned from the arena! A huge night is unfolding, so stay with us!



~Back at the Irish pubby…


The bar is fuller than it was before the star of the broadcast as it starts hitting prime time, some buzz and noise going through the air now. Szatowski and Finlay are sitting in their same spots, several big empty mugs sitting in front of them. We’re not sure who has drunken how many, but Szatowski looks seriously more sauced than Finlay. So much so that he’s smiling like a dumbass in the presence of a guy who has done what he has to him.

Finlay:
I think you need to slow down, Robbie. You’re outdrinking an Irishman.

Szatowski:
So? Then keep up. The Man Who Loves To Fight ain’t the Man Who Loves To Drink I see.

Finlay:
Yeah, well, I take a sip or two when I can.
~Finlay finishes off the mug that he’s holding, looking around and asking for perhaps another round

Finlay:
So how’s the wife, Robby?

Szatowski:
Oooooh…she’s pissed that I came here.

Finlay:
Really now?

Szatowski (In his best Randy Savage impersonation):
OOOOOOHHHHHHH YEEEEAAAAAHHH~!!!

Finlay:
Why’s that then?

Szatowski:
She wants me back in the ring. She’s seen what this has done to me. Y’know not wrestling depresses the hell outta me? Oh, and she’s kind of mad at me for not kicking your ass after what happened to Tommy.

Finlay:
How is Dreamy, by the way?

Szatowski:
You make guys bleed a lot, you know that?

Finlay:
So not to sound like your Mrs. here, Robby…but why won’t you fight me?

Szatowski:
Shit, dude…I don’t know…hey, you wanna know somethin' funny? I don’t even like Tommy Dreamer that much.
~Oh dear. Drunk RVD is starting to say things he shouldn’t.

Finlay:
Do ya now?

Szatowski:
Nope. I mean, who is he? Just some dude who loses a bunch and always smells like gym socks.

Finlay:
Yeah. But you still sat there and watched a man you’ve known for years almost bleed to death. And you didn’t do anything about it.
~Obviously, Finlay isn’t buzzed or inebriated in the least. He says this far too chillingly and too menacingly to be under any influence…

Szatowski:
I didn’t.

Finlay:
And his wife and family had to deal with it. And Sonya’s gotta deal with it. And you. How do you deal with it, Robbie?
~Szatowski, even with his eyes glazed over in drunk disgrace, stares into his empty mug with a look of incredible sadness. The bartender sets down two more drinks, these in bottles this time, but before Finlay can grab one, Szatowski snatches both of them and instantly downs one before setting it down

Szatowski
:
How? Because, dude…I’m Rob…Van…Dam….!!
~For the first time in almost three months, Szatowski admits that, thumbs and all…but it can’t be genuine. Even so, Finlay lets out an evil smirk…

Finlay:
That you are.
~Finlay then lets out what we now know as a loud and sinister laugh, but Szatowski doesn’t pick up on that and just starts laughing along with him. We get a shot of what looks like just two regular guys sitting in an Irish pub laughing away after downing a few as we fade away…



**COMMERCIAL BREAK**



~Backstage halls…


We return to what looks like Lance Storm giving the youth behind him, the Sons of the Dungeon, some last minute tips as their match is just seconds away. Both Wilson and Smith nod in agreement on whatever it is was said and takes a step towards where the entrance way, but he’s stopped when both members of the World’s Greatest Tag Team step in front of them.


Haas
:
TJ. Harry. Lance.

Benjamin:
We just wanted to personally wish you guys luck out there. If you can beat us…you should be able to beat them.

~The Sons smirk, while Storm stays stonefaced

Storm:
Appreciate that gentlemen.
~Storm shakes hands with both men before starting to take off again, telling the Sons to come with…but then heads off alone as they stand eye to eye with the WGTT

Smith
:
I heard you guys were picking on TJ while I was gone.

Benjamin:
We wanted to give him opportunity. That’s hardly picking at him.

Smith:
Whatever you did then, it doesn’t much matter because two weeks ago…we pinned both of you.

Wilson:
We’re one of the very few teams to actually pin you guys, aren’t we?

Haas:
You are. But we’ve got a Tag Team Championship match to get to tonight. Maybe if we survive that…we’ll resume this conversation.

~Benjamin shoots a subtle, but sharp glare over to Haas…

Wilson
:
Fair enough. So, for the sake of competition…good luck.

~Wilson and Smith, both knowing what the upcoming defense means for the WGTT, actually do extend their hands. Haas and Benjamin shake their hands, although Benjamin seems much less enthused than Haas. The Sons walk away in the direction Lance Storm did as we fade out from that scene…


~Back at ringside…


“WELCOME TO WHITECHAPEL” bursts out over the sound system now to give us the look of three men, all with coats – Mercenaries, Inc. set their sights on the ring in front of them, their gazes never waning from it. While Albright and Burchill wear tattered suit coats, Regal has his in pristine condition- fully pressed and all. All three men leaps onto the apron simultaneously before Burchill and Albright step into the ring and throw off their coats. They look back at Regal, who just stares at them like they’ve just run over a dog. Regal wipes his feet on the apron before stepping into the ring and takes his coat off WITH CLASS~!! He shakes his head at his partners and audibly mutters “Manners, gentlemen. Please.”

“EXECUTORS OF EXCELLENCE” rings out now, as the men we saw moments ago in Lance Storm & the Sons of the Dungeon now make their way through the curtain and down the ramp, the same focus the Mercs displayed written in their faces as well. Perhaps their meeting has the Sons a little bit off, but their focus is where it should be at the moment as they climb into the fray.

As like the previous Trios Tournament bouts, referee Justin King asks for both team ‘captains’ to come out front and center to shake hands, which Lance Storm and William Regal both do. The commentators then, of course, run down the Trios Tournament rules that differ from traditional tag matches.

Quote:
Teams will be composed of three members each, with one person being designated as the team’s “captain”.

The role of “captain” cannot change during the match, but it may change between matches (i.e. the named captain does not have to remain captain all the way through the Tournament)

In order to win a Trios match, a team must either a) eliminate two members of the opposing team or b) eliminate the team captain

MATCH 2
~AOW Trios Tournament – Round 2~
Lance Storm & Sons of the Dungeon
v.
Mercenaries, Inc.


The contest provides some early hard hitting action as expected with the clash of technical vs. brawler styles all of these men display. We jump in this one after roughly six minutes of action, but almost as soon as we cut in, Harry Smith gets clocked by a Burchill/Albright double backdrop!! Burchill, who was just tagged in as the legal man, drops and covers Smith – 1…2…NO!! TJ Wilson jumps in and stomps on Burchill to prevent the loss, but the irate Burchill leaps off of Smith and grabs the smaller Wilson by the neck and chunks him out of the ring aggressively. This garners heavy heat from the crowd, as well as driving Lance Storm to try to step in. But of course, all this does is distract the referee while William Regal drops out of his corner to rake the eyes of Smith against the ring ropes.

Now blinded, Smith is back at Burchill’s mercy, who takes the big guy and flips him over for a hard snap suplex, now tagging in Regal. Albright and Regal jump in, as Burchill leaps and nails Smith with a jumping knee drop across the neck on his way out. Immediately following that, Albright nails a jumping knee drop of his own before rolling away, and right after that, Regal finishes the triple combo with a final jumping knee drop!! Regal now covers the rookie – 1…2…3-NO!! Smith still has some fight in him to roll a shoulder and start getting to his feet. Regal grabs his head and drives a knee right into the side of it, knocking Smith back into some nearby ropes. Regal goes over to Smith and tries to whip him into the ropes, but he’s countered and gets whipped instead. On the rebound, the AOW’s resident Englishman is nailed by a CRUSHING CLOTHESLINE!!

Regal’s veteran prowess can’t stop his head from whiplashing violently off of the canvas, nor can it stop the sheer strength of Smith when he takes Regal and whips him into a corner, rebounding into a sidewalk slam. It takes Smith a moment to shake the cobwebs from all the knees out of his head, but he does manage to do so and tag in TJ Wilson. Wilson doesn’t immediately enter, however, as Smith takes Regal and nails him with a pendulum backbreaker and holds him across his knee, awaiting Wilson’s entry…SPRINGBOARD ELBOW!! Regal’s body guillotines itself into the canvas as Wilson now gets the cover – 1…2…3-NO!! It’s Brent Albright that storms the ring this time, breaking the count and keeping his team captain out of the losing fall. Wilson almost goes after him, but instead nails Regal with several shoot kicks before trying to get him up for something, only for Regal to keep his head lowered and ram Wilson into an empty corner.

Regal beats up on the young Canadian, he too eating several knees before being taken by an arm drilled with the Regal Cutter!! Regal now completely turns the tide on Wilson, going for a cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Wilson shows some bit of determinacy, but Regal doesn’t let him sit on it for too long. He drags the still limp Wilson into his corner and tags in Brent Albright. Regal takes Wilson and clubs him in the back of the head several times before shoving him and making him backpedal right into Albright’s clutches…RELEASE REGALPLEX!! The smaller and aerodynamic TJ is thrown through the air onto his neck, folding Wilson like a damn accordion – 1…2…3-NO!!

Harry Smith enters now to break the count, only for Albright to be just like his mentor and gets aggressive with Smith, shoving him away. Smith takes great offense to this and looks to step right back and fight with Albright, again, only distracting the ref. While that goes on, it’s Burchill who storms the ring and cracks Wilson in the jaw with a running forearm smash, softening him up for Albright to grapple. But Harry Smith won’t calm down, forcing Lance Storm to get into things and assure the ref that the hot-headed rookie will chill out. The ref still distracted, Burchill and Albright perhaps seek to nail a finishing double team maneuver, only for Wilson to fight both men off with alternating kicks before surprising both of them…AND NAILING THEM WITH A DDT/REVERSE STO COUNTER!! WOW!! Both Mercenaries and TJ Wilson are flat on the mat as the crowd pops their heads off for Wilson’s defiance as he tries to roll on over…and tags in Lance Storm!!

Storm jumps into the ring, but can’t immediately go for the cover on Albright because William Regal rushes at him, only to eat a hard reverse elbow. The still DDT-ed Paul Burchill is just starting to stir back a little bit, but Storm takes him the way of Regal and gives him a hard elbow before chunking him out of the ring to join his ‘hands on manager’. Storm now gets a bit more pumped as he turns around to see Albright recovering, but blindly rushing at him…Storm rolls back and counters…CANADIAN MAPLE LEAF!! THE EXPERTLY APPLIED HALF CRAB IS SINCHED IN!! Albright struggles through the pain and crawls to within an inch of the ropes, the crowd going big for what could be an elimination…Albright raising an arm…but before he can bring it down, Paul Burchill and William Regal grab him by his arms and pulls him out of the ring from underneath the second rope, saving him and getting a ton of heat in the process.

As all three members of Mercs Inc gather outside, they’re not given room to breathe because all three of their opponents come out after them…and we’ve got ourselves a six man brawl on the outside!! The crowd lights up at the mosh pit of violence erupting before them, every man wailing on an opponent, but in the fighting, Wilson pulls away from Paul Burchill and looks to rush at him for more offense…NO!! WILSON GETS TOSSED OVER THE BARRICADE AND INTO THE VERY CROWD!! Burchill then joins Regal on Harry Smith, the two ganging up on him before WHIPPING THE BIG MAN INTO THE STEEL RING STEPS!! Davey Boy’s son hits the unforgiven steel with disgusting force!

The only man left is Storm duking it out with Albright, who manages to shove Storm away before sliding back into the ring. Storm gives chase and slides in after him, only for Albright to slide back out another way. When Storm turns to follow him this time, he’s led right into the way of an in-ring William Regal…KNEE TREMBLER!! An obviously premeditated attack pattern leads to Storm eating a knee to the temple!! Albright climbs back into the ring now, taking the limp body of Storm and taking it in his own arms, looking for one last good measure move…HALF NELSON SUPLEX!! The very move that nearly broke Super Crazy’s neck returns to fold Storm over here, the veteran now possibly with a concussion – 1…2…3…!!

Winners: Mercenaries, Inc. at (12:34)

Brent Albright swings his body from off of Storm’s to raise his hands, Paul Burchill climbing in to hug him around the neck from behind, exalting in victory. Regal then makes it back to the ring (via ring steps to stay classy, of course) and pats Albright on the chest for a job well done. Regal brushes aside Justin King and steps between his partners and raises their hands himself.


Joey Styles:
A sneaky but sure win for Mercenaries, Inc. and that makes them the first team to guarantee a spot in the finals at The Outer Limits.

JBL:
Sneaky? It sure as hell wasn’t pretty, but it wasn’t sneaky. It was perfectly fine, perfectly legal.

Joey Styles:
Oh, of course it was. William Regal just so happened to be in the ring, strike Lance Storm in the head and –

JBL:
If you got a problem with how they win, maybe you should take it up with them, Perfect Patty. Right now, you just sound like a damn crybaby. An’ hats off to Regal and his boys! Getting the job done.

Joey Styles:
Well, indeed, as they did in their first round victory, they went straight for the team captain and made sure to eliminate him and not place too much worry on the rest of the team.

JBL:
Like you’re DAMN WELL SUPPOSED TO~!!

Joey Styles:
Calm down, cowboy. Speaking of which, what’s gotten into Robert Szatowski? He accepted that invite from Finlay and now he’s rambling like a lunatic.

JBL:
I’ll tell ya what got into him – my favorite beverage in the world. HA-HA!

Joey Styles:
That’s not funny, John. Szatowski looks like he’s in really bad shape.

JBL:
Christ, are you his mother? Is he out drinkin’ past his curfew? He is a grown man, Joey. I know he’s your friend, but he’s responsible for whatever happens in the bar.

Joey Styles:
I hate sitting back and being forced to see, but coming up later on tonight, Paul Heyman and Shawn Michaels explain their reasonings for crashing the contract signing last week, what Michaels being here means, and what exactly are they doing together. But up next on the other side of the break, sportsmanship at it’s apex – Shelton Benjamin and Charlie Haas put their titles on the line against the straight-edge Dynasty champ CM Punk and the American Dragon Cruiserweight champ, Bryan Danielson. Don’t go anywhere!




Quote:
The entire screen begins to cut in and out of static until we’re brought to what looks like an executive office scene, a chair sitting behind a desk. The entire scene is dimly lit and grungy looking until the chair swivels around to reveal Chris Jericho in a suit and a sinister smirk.

Chris Jericho:
There is nothing wrong with your television set. Do not attempt to adjust the picture.


The scene throbs in static for a moment before returning to clarity, except this time, all color is sucked out of it and monochrome

Chris Jericho:
I am controlling transmission. If I wish to make it louder, I will bring up the volume.


The camera begins to slowly move towards Jericho, then it cuts away to the Hammerstein Ballroom losing their minds and cracking decibel levels

Chris Jericho:
If I wish to make it softer, I will tune it to a whisper.


It again flashes to Jericho staring hypnotically, then flashes back to Jericho holding the AOW Championship high to nothing but silence over the bodies of Rob Van Dam, Shawn Michaels, and Bryan Danielson

Chris Jericho:
I can reduce the focus to a soft blur…


The scene gets blurry and out of focus so much, that we can’t make it out anymore…

Chris Jericho:
…or sharpen it to crystal clarity.


When the picture reforms, we’re on a very close up shot in the office of Jericho, his eyes locked on us as though he truly is getting us under his control

Chris Jericho:
I will control the horizontal.


As he says that now, a scene flashes of a horizontal white line that trails behind Bobby Lashley as he spears Rob Van Dam through a table from the World Ablaze main event

Chris Jericho:
I will control the vertical.


Another scene flash, this one of a vertical white line following Ken Doane as he puts Paul Heyman through the announce table with the Sky High Leg Drop

Chris Jericho:
For the first several months of this company, I have dominated all and proven my worth. Now I need more lands to conquer.


We’re back to Jericho now, pulling away from his close up, his puppetmaster fingers interlocking with each other on the front of his desk, the color somewhat returning to the scene, but everything is tinted with a red and white hue

Chris Jericho:
And I won’t just go for more things alone. Oh no. You all are coming with me. I will control what you see and hear.


We continue to pull back from the desk, but Jericho’s eyes haven’t budged

Chris Jericho:
You are about to experience the awe and mystery which reaches from the inner mind to...The Outer Limits.


As Jericho says that, the wall behind him becomes draped with a tattered, bloody Canadian flag





~ART OF WAR WRESTING PRESENTS~

THE OUTER LIMITS
!!A THREE-HOUR PAY-PER-VIEW SPECIAL!!
Bell Centre - Montreal, Quebec, Canada
March 16th, 2008

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


~Back at the Irish pubby…

Szatowski and Finlay seem to still be right where we left them, although the drinking has seemed to slow down a bit. The bar is filled with many more people, all the usual pub scene sounds blaring up. Even a prostitute-esque woman walks by and no one bats an eye. Seems like everyone’s having a gay ol’ time…except Szatowski, who has gone from smiling like a dumbass to drunk and depressed. Finlay, on the other hand, is smiling just a bit more…

Finlay:
You’ve gone quiet on me, Robbie. It’s a party in here. Why’re you so sad?

Szatowski:
Why shouldn’t I be…? Here I am out in the open with the guy who has ruined my life…and I’m sippin’ ale with him.

Finlay:
Aye. That is somethin’ to drink to.
~Finlay lets out another laugh

Szatowski
:
Well then why’re you so happy?

Finlay:
Because I’m glad we did this, Robbie. You’re funny.

Szatowski:
This shit ain’t funny, Finlay.
~Szatowski tries to stand up in offense from his stool, but his ‘educated feet’ wobble all over the hardwood, forcing him to hold himself up on the bar

Szatowski
:
I mean, the only reason I came was so that I could put all this crap you’ve put me through behind me. I mean, dude, you tried to break me. And what have I done about it…?

Finlay:
You let me sit here and watch you break yourself.
~Finlay darts close to Szatowski’s inebriated eyes as he says this, the cruel Irishman then slowly erupting into his damnable laughter. All Szatowski can do is stare a hole through Finlay, realizing exactly what he’s done, even in his dear alcoholic coma state. Szatowski then does something he probably shouldn’t…and starts laughing himself

Szatowski
:
Y’know what else should be broken?

SZATOWSKI CRACKS AN EMPTY BEER BOTTLE OFF OF FINLAY’S SKULL!! Shattered glass goes everywhere as Finlay is thrown off of his stool, the entire noisy pub now with their attention turned to the blow. Finlay is all off balance, which even the drunk Szatowski can take advantage of when he takes one of the huge empty mugs still sitting on the bar…AND BREAKS THAT UPSIDE FINLAY’S HEAD AS WELL!! The pub is going nuts, as the disoriented Finlay and the discombobulated Szatowski now look to BREAK OUT IN A BRAWL!! Neither man actually gets to land too many blows before the bar mates (a few of them looking suspiciously similar to OVW talents Drew McIntyre, Tyson Tarver, and Steve Lewington…) break them apart, both men trying to break the ranks and get back at each other before Szatowski drunkenly howls out.

Szatowski:
FINLAY!! A BAR ROOM BRAWL!! I WANT A BAR ROOM BRAWL!!

Finlay:
Ya finally did it, aye Robbie? ALRIGHT THEN! Next week, right back here – I break the Szatowski out of ya for good!

The two hordes of men holding both men apart start moving Szatowski out of the frame, as the pub manager looks to throw out the man who started the brawl. Szatowski doesn’t fight, knowing he’ll get his shot in due time. We take a look back at Finlay, however, and see that there’s nothing but a devilish smirk all over his Irish mug as we fade away…



~Back at ringside…


Joey Styles:
Oh…oh my god…we’re gonna have a Bar Room Brawl next week??

JBL:
HA-HA!! I love it!!

Joey Styles:
This can’t be right! Robert Szatowski retired and he’s not supposed to be bothered! He wasn’t in his right mind when he said that!

JBL:
You sound like a damn lawyer, Joey. The bar ain’t no place for that kind of talk! It’s a place where you beat the hell outta whoever looks at you wrong! Plus, its high damn time Robbie put on his big boy diapers, stopped bein’ a coward, an’ put up a fight.

Joey Styles:
This is bad. Szatowski’s not in any shape to compete next week! This is bad…


While Styles frets for his friend’s life and career, “MISERE CANTARE – THE BEGINNING” hits the speakers to give way to AOW Dynasty Champion CM Punk, who throws the red curtain behind him as he walks down the ramp with immense purpose. He’s got fire in his eyes as he takes the belt from around his waist and holds it high on the turnbuckle to a huge pop, proudly showing what he’s kept despite taking a beating two weeks ago.

“THE FINAL COUNTDOWN” then blasts out over the sound system, as the entire crowd starts singing along with it. It doesn’t take long for Cruiserweight Champion Bryan Danielson to come through the curtain with the same purpose and resolve in his eyes as Punk did, although he has a much angrier flair about him. He holds is finger high as he makes it down the ramp and into the ring, both he and Punk singing the chorus of his ridiculously catchy tune along with the Hammerstein crowd.

Not too long afterwards, “GREATER THAN GREAT”, the newer more upbeat theme for the World’s Greatest Tag Team, chimes out over the system as both Benjamin and Haas make their way through the blood red curtain, no pandering or anything in their eyes except keeping hold of their titles and doing this for the sake of competition. Both men slide into the ring and hold their titles high before asking Punk and Danielson to the center of the ring…and all four men exchange handshakes. A theme of the night it might seem, but nonetheless, an incredibly sportsmanlike gesture from all four men before senior referee Ray Ramsey takes the AOW tag titles from the shoulders of the champs and holds them high, signifying this is indeed for all that leather and precious metal


~MAIN EVENT~
*AOW Tag Team Championships*

AOW Tag Team Champions The World’s Greatest Tag Team
v.

AOW Dynasty Champion CM Punk & AOW Cruiserweight Champion Bryan Danielson

Both teams, after their incredibly respectful opening, each retreat to opposite corners. Punk and Danielson are seen talking strategy a little bit, while there’s no communication in the Tag Champs’ corner. As if they know one another’s thoughts already, it’s Charlie Haas that kicks things off for his corner, Benjamin not putting up a fight for it and simply staying on the apron. Meanwhile, in the opposite corner, Bryan Danielson has stepped towards the center of the ring to oppose Haas, Punk the one heading out first.

The Hammerstein buzzes all around the four champions before Haas and Danielson finally get things rolling with the collar tie. The taller and stronger Haas soon backs Danielson up against the ropes, both men still grappling for position even in this position. Ramsey has to ask the men to back off the ropes, even starting a DQ count for Haas, but he soon whips Danielson across the ring and off the opposite ropes, but Danielson strikes Haas hard with a shoulder block. Haas splats to the canvas, Danielson rebounding again off some ropes only to leap over Haas and rebound once more, but on that rebound, he gets struck with a hard Haas elbow!! Danielson may have lost a tooth on that one, Haas jumping for the first cover –

1…

2-NO!!

Danielson actually throws a shoulder up before the two, the move barely getting a one count, but Haas keeps the pressure on the Cruiserweight Champion by taking his arm and jabbing an elbow into his shoulder. Danielson stumbles a bit in pain, but responds by pulling Haas in a little and knocking him in the forehead with a forearm smash. Haas doesn’t let go, causing Danielson to pull him in and hit him with another forearm, finally resulting in Haas letting go. Danielson looks to gather some momentum by bouncing off the ropes behind him, but Haas instantly catches him in a sleeper hold, only for Danielson to quickly get to a knee and throw Haas over his shoulder. Haas rolls to his feet, only to rush back at Danielson and go for a picture perfect DROPKICK, but Danielson dodges the move. Haas lands on his stomach and gets up on a knee, leading Danielson to measure him up and go for the ROUNDHOUSE TO THE HEAD…NO!! Haas rolls back into an empty corner on that one, Danielson regaining his footing and going into the opposite empty corner, the Hammerstein faithful giving both men a round of applause for their early stalemate.

The two approach each other once again after acknowledging the crowd reaction, locking horns for a second time. Once again, Haas pulls out with the advantage by shooting behind Danielson and downing him with a rear single leg takedown. The amateur wrestling move puts Danielson back on the defensive while Haas spins over to Danielson’s head and pulls him into his corner, tagging in Benjamin for the first time. Benjamin steps in and assists Haas in lifting up Danielson…DOUBLE GUTBUSTER!! Each man drives a knee into Danielson’s midsection, but the Cruiserweight champ doesn’t go down in a heap – he’s clutching himself, but still standing. Benjamin and Haas quickly rectify that by pulling hands together and flattening Danielson with a DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE, Haas rushing out so Benjamin can get the cover –

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2…

NO!!

Danielson’s taken more than that before, easily getting out of it. But now he has to deal with the fresh Benjamin, who quickly gets right back in Haas’ place and grapples Danielson’s neck with a front headlock. Danielson fights back to his feet and even wrenches Benjamin’s hands off of his neck, clasping both of Benjamin’s wrists as the two try to wrestle for position. Danielson holds onto the wrists and pulls Benjamin in before throwing him over a shoulder with the double wrist-clutch suplex, keeping an impressive bridge and pressing Benjamin’s shoulders against the mat –

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2…

NO!!

Benjamin lifts a shoulder, his hands now clasped with Danielson’s. As soon as he lifts the shoulder up, Danielson forces it back down even from his bridged position, again prompting a count –

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NO!!

Benjamin lifts the other shoulder this time before flashing a great deal of athleticism by nailing kip-up to get out of his predicament, Danielson being forced to bridge up as this happens, as both men’s fingers are still interlocked. Benjamin and the American Dragon fight with their fingers for a second before Benjamin forces Danielson all the way around and lifts him for a back suplex, only for Danielson to backflip out of the move and onto his feet. He lands off balance, however, backpedalling into his corner. Benjamin charges at Danielson, only to get a boot to the face for his actions. Danielson then tags in CM Punk for the first time, the Dynasty Champion quickly entering the ring and downing the dazed Benjamin with a running clothesline. Punk with the lateral press –

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2…

NO!!

Too early for too much of a fall there, Benjamin rolling a shoulder early and rolling back to his feet into an empty corner. Punk immediately starts sizing him up and perhaps is looking for the CORNER KNEE STRIKE…NO!! Benjamin thwarts the move by lifting Punk over his head and onto the apron. Punk tries to retaliate with a strike to Benjamin’s face, but the Orangeburg native blocks it an nails a right hand of his own before BASHING PUNK’S HEAD AGAINST THE TURNBUCKLE!! A bit of heat for that somewhat heelish move, but it gets Shelton back into things as he grabs hold of Punks hair and literally drags him along the apron back into the WGTT’s corner, Benjamin tagging in Haas. Haas steps in as he and Benjamin set Punk up and bring him right back into the ring with a DOUBLE HIP TOSS…RIGHT INTO A DOUBLE BACKBREAKER!! Punk flips over and hits Tag Champ caliber knees!! Punk screams in pain before Charlie Haas lays him flat for a cover –

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2…
3-NO!!

The first legitimate near fall of the contest there, but Punk still has more fight in him. The commentators note that Punk’s lower back was targeted by Muhammad Hassan a few weeks ago, perhaps that now being an area of focus for the WGTT. It certainly seems to be, as the keen Haas now begins to drive several knee strikes right into the base of Punk’s spine, almost mirroring Tyler Black earlier in the night. Punk scratches and claws as he’s being lain into, finally catching Haas with a backhand that backs him away. Punk grabs hold onto the ropes while gripping at his spine to get back vertical. Haas shakes the cobwebs out and charges at the rope-bound Punk, only to get a back kick to the gut for his rushing. Punk then follows that up by grabbing the bent over Haas’ arm and stepping over it…step over back kick to the face!! Haas falls at Punk’s strike, Punk going for the cover here –

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NO!! Haas still has life left in him, but Punk has to take a breather. He reaches up and tags Danielson back in, the smallest man in the match stepping in as Punk holds Danielson open, giving him a clean shot at his midsection. The pair then both wrench Haas’ arms before pulling him in for a SHORT ARM DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!! These two seem to be getting moreso on the same page now, as Danielson goes for the cover on Haas –

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2…

3-NO!!

Haas still has some life left in him, but he has to find it quickly as Danielson almost immediately out of the shoulder roll grabs Haas’ arm and looks to trap it – LEBELL LOCK…NO!! A submission artist himself, Haas rolls out of the move before it’s locked in. He rolls to a knee, but the new more aggressive Danielson is in hot pursuit, for as soon as he gets to a knee, Danielson is right there to nail him with the REPEAT SHOOT KICKS!! Haas takes about three kicks before Danielson rears back for the ROUNDHOUSE TO THE SKULL – NO!! For the second time, Haas dodges disaster and ducks underneath, catching Danielson from behind now – FLAWLESS GERMAN SUPLEX!! Haas keeps the bridge and starts another count –

1…

2…

3-NO!!

Danielson twists his body around, writhing out of the pin attempt! He got out of that, but he’s obviously hurt, as Haas notices, leading him to give Danielson a CHOP(Wooooo!) for good measure before pulling him into the WGTT corner, Benjamin being tagged right back in. Haas and Benjamin both take Danielson in their grips and bounce him off the top rope…DOUBLE SPRINGBOARD SUPLEX!! Danielson comes crashing down with even more force, as Benjamin now rolls on top of the Cruiserweight champ –

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2…

NO!!

The count is broken not by Danielson, but by CM Punk bursting into break the count. Referee Ramsey orders Punk back out, which he obliges to, but it still leaves a very annoyed Benjamin. Shelton takes Danielson back to his feet and looks to set him up for something, but Danielson throws Benjamin’s hand from off of him and DECKS Benjamin with a right hand. Benjamin responds with a right hand of his own, the two now exchanging right hands at an increasing pace and getting the crowd hotter with each hit…until Benjamin clocks Danielson right in his recovering orbital bone!!

Benjamin almost immediately realizes what he’s done, obviously not intending to hit Danielson’s weak spot. He stops throwing blows as Danielson is on a knee, tending to the still very tender area. The ref asks him if he’s alright, Danielson nodding to, but we still can’t see his face. When we do get a chance to, he lifts his head with an absolute rage in his eyes, the very same anger we’ve been seeing come out now being awaken it seems, as he charges at Benjamin and hits him with kick after kick after kick after kick!! This chases Benjamin all the way into an empty corner, Danielson now nailing the REPEAT SHOOT KICKS IN THE CORNER!! Danielson’s damn near lost it here!!

Charlie Haas breaks into the ring to stop Danielson, coming up behind him and knocking him in the back of the head. But this gets noticed by CM Punk, who rushes across the ring to nail Haas with a running calf kick!! When Punk gets back to his feet, he grabs hold of Haas and tosses him towards the same corner as Benjamin, SANDWICHING THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!! Their bodies are pressed against one another, with Danielson standing in front of them to keep them together as Punk backs away into the opposite corner. Punk rushes…Danielson moves…CORNER RUNNING KNEE TO HAAS AND BENJAMIN!! Punk gets Haas good, his head whiplashing and nailing Benjamin as well!! Punk doesn’t get to go for the finishing bulldog combo because referee Ramsey is ordering Punk out of the ring. Behind him, both tag team champions flop to the canvas and roll out of the ring to both recuperate and regroup. Punk and Danielson have rage in their eyes, that small ‘trigger’ that they mentioned possibly going off and all over the place here as we cut to a


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


As we return from the break, things have settled down back in the ring, but not favoring the challengers at all. Bryan Danielson is whipped violently into the Tag Champs’ corner by Haas, causing him to fall face first into the mat. Apparently, with Punk and Danielson getting more physical, the WGTT has kicked it up a notch as well. Haas forces Danielson back into the corner and rams his shoulder into the Dragon’s gut repeatedly before Benjamin tags himself in. Haas rams Danielson in the gut once more, only to stay there and keep him in place for Benjamin to take a few steps back…and nail the STINGER SPLASH!! Benjamin springs off of Danielson’s body on the collision, AmDrag groggily stepping out of the corner right back into the clutches of both Haas and Benjamin. They whip him right back into their corner violently, causing him to recoil right into Benjamin’s arms…OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY TOSS!! A wicked sequence of moves there from the World’s Greatest, Benjamin now with an aggressive cover –

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2…

3…NO!!

Once again, CM Punk enters the ring just in time to perhaps save his partner, the ‘code of honor’ possibly getting harder and harder to maintain with each second that this match passes. Benjamin fusses at Punk for breaking the count, but the never silent Punk snarks back before being forced back out of the ring. Benjamin and Haas continue their singling out of Danielson when he’s thrown back into their corner, this time into Haas’ raised boot. This prompts another tag from Benjamin to Haas, with Benjamin prepping himself by Danielson’s feet before pulling up on him…CATAPAULT…INTO A HAAS SECOND ROPE DROPKICK!! Very much akin to the Mercy Kill, the World’s Greatest pull off another impressive tag team move that gets their corner another chance to retain their gold –

1…

2…

3-NO!!

Danielson finds some way to throw a shoulder up!! Punk almost bursts into the ring to try and break it, but has to head back outside once he sees Danielson do it himself. This frustrates Haas quite a bit, bringing Danielson closer to his corner before tagging back in Benjamin. Haas ventures right back to the second rope before going all the way to the top, Benjamin sitting Danielson on his shoulders…perhaps the WORLD’S GREATEST DOOMSDAY DEVICE…NO!! Danielson ducks underneath the Haas clothesline and rolls Benjamin up for a surprise pin –

1…

2…

3…NO!!

Benjamin just unrolls the legs before Ramsey’s hand crashes to the mat for a third time. Both men manage to roll to their feet from the move, but it’s Benjamin who strikes first by punting Danielson in the gut. He follows this with a pair of hits to the head before looking like sizing up Danielson for the EXPLODER SUPLEX…NO!! Danielson flips out of the move and tries to reach into his corner to tag in Punk…but just when it looks like he’ll get there, Benjamin catches Danielson in a rear waistlock. Benjamin looks to be trying for a German suplex…but Danielson stops him by spinning out of the hold and dropping Benjamin’s face onto the turnbuckle with a drop toehold! Danielson finally springs up and gets the hot tag in to Punk. Punk steps in to see Benjamin on his knees, prompting both Punk and Danielson to get fired back up…AND BOTH DELIVER RAPID FIRE SHOOT KICKS!! BENJAMIN’S BODY IS LIKE A GODDAMN PINBALL!! The two kick the shit out of Benjamin until Punk CRACKS the final kick to Benjamin’s head and going for a hot cover –

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NO!!

Charlie Haas saves his tag team championships! He stomps on Punk’s head hard to get him off his partner, the blow stupefying Punk for a second. Haas uses that second to fling Punk out of the ring. Danielson takes note of this and jumps back into the ring, rushing madly at Haas who catches him in a one-man flapjack…RIGHT INTO THE HAAS OF PAIN!! HAAS OF PAIN!! Neither man is legal, but the crowd is on their feet nonetheless, as Danielson is being put through relentless pain here! He could tap and it wouldn’t matter, but he won’t! Referee Ramsey is begging Haas to let go of the hold, but Charlie won’t. He looks to pull it back and crank some more, but Danielson actually walks on his hands to flip himself over into a seated position…and transition seamlessly INTO THE LEBELL LOCK!! HAAS OF PAIN INTO THE LEBELL!!

It’s Haas now who is not the legal man but is in a world of hurt!! Haas squirms around while the crowd pops for the incredible counter, again Ramsey pleading for Danielson to break the hold and restore order. The story on Danielson’s face tells it all, as his viciousness is mixed with all his anger and passion in nearly cranking Haas’ neck back so much it snaps…until Shelton Benjamin comes up behind him and forces him to break the hold by dragging him by his arms off of and away from Haas…INTO THE SCISSORED ARMBAR!! From one finishing submission to another to another!

The submission hold that Benjamin debuted against Charlie Haas looks to add onto the pain Danielson’s suffered here! AmDrag is struggling to find a way out of the hold, but Benjamin keeps sinking it deeper and deeper…until suddenly, he’s cut off by a low diving clothesline from CM Punk!! The clothesline knocks Benjamin off, but Punk keeps his arm draped over Benjamin’s head and shoulder area to go right into…THE ANACONDA VICE!!! ANACONDA VICE!! Submission move to submission move to submission move to submission move!! But this time it’s the two legal men going at it! Benjamin is in a bad spot here!! The crowd is going wild, as the Anaconda Vice could claim Punk his second title win in three weeks, cranking back even more to have Benjamin scream in more pain!! Danielson has baited Haas outside of the ring, both of them going at it until Danielson tosses Haas into the steel ring steps! There’s no one to save Shelton’s titles but himself…!!















…HE GETS A ROPE!!! MY GOODNESS, HE JUST GETS TO THE ROPES!! Benjamin and Haas’ titles are saved just by a little thread, Punk barely believing that the titles slipped away just like that. Punk pulls away and seemingly begins stalking Benjamin as he rises, but even an ailing Benjamin has enough wits about him to smack Punk in the gut with a back kick. Benjamin then goes for what looks like a SUPERKICK…NO!! Punk catches it and throws it, only for Benjamin to come back around for the DRAGON WHIP…HE SPINS RIGHT ONTO PUNK’S SHOULDERS…GTS!! GTS CONNECTING!! GTS CONNECTING!! Benjamin drops like a log as the crowd goes ape, as it looks like we’ve finally got new Tag Team Champions –

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3…!!!

…???

NO!!! THE REFEREE IS PULLED OUT OF THE RING BEFORE THE THREE COUNT!!

Who the hell…GREGORY HELMS?? Gregory Helms evidently came through the crowd and tugged the ref out of the ring and splats him on the padded outside!! Danielson immediately gets a look at him and absolutely LOSES IT, the rage reawaking in his gaze as he leaps from off the apron to BEIGN AN ALL OUT BRAWL WITH HELMS!! They start fighting so much, they travel around the announcers’ desk, where Danielson BOUNCES HELMS’ HEAD OFF THE TABLE!! Helms drunkenly puts his head down around the timekeeper’s area, an enraged Danielson looking to do more damage to his gold obsessed rival…but Danielson is CLOCKED IN THE FACE WITH HIS OWN CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!

Danielson goes down hard, Helms getting his sick grin as he looks at the championship gold in his hands. It’s at that point that CM Punk climbs through the ropes to the outside and sees what happened, Punk now taking it to Helms!! Helms is surprised at Punk throwing blows at him, forcing him back on up by the ramp. But just when Helms figures he’s in the clear, he gets assaulted by Charlie Haas!! Haas indeed wants to keep this ‘honor code’ very much intact, the crowd cheering him on!! It’s Haas who chases Helms all the way up the ramp, as CM Punk looks on! Helms goes running through the curtains, allowing both Haas and Punk to turn their attention back towards the ring…PUNK GETS CLOCKED WITH THE TAG TEAM TITLE BELT!! PUNK GETS CLOCKED BY SHELTON BENJAMIN!! A blatant violation of everything set before this match, as Benjamin somehow got his hands on a belt during the ruckus! Benjamin throws the title back out of the ring as the referee gets back in and comes to, Haas actually running back down the ramp and ordering for the count to not take place –

1…
{NO!! SHELTON!!}

2…
{NOT LIKE THIS, SHELTON!!}

3…!!!

Winners and STILL AOW Tag Team Champions: World’s Greatest Tag Team at (20:22)

They did it, but not by the means they wanted to at the very start. Shelton Benjamin takes his tag team title as it’s handed to him by Ramsey and rolls out of the ring and past Haas, completely ignoring him as he slides in. Haas just looks back at Benjamin and shakes his head before taking his half of the gold from Ramsey. Haas rolls back out to catch Benjamin, whom he understandably is vexed with.

“What the hell was that, Shelton?”

“Well, we won, didn’t we?”

“Not like that we shouldn’t have!”

“Too bad. It’s done.”

The two continue their argument all the way through the curtain, but when they’re gone, we can see Danielson and Punk in the ring with their respective titles helping each other get to their feet. They receive their own ovation from the crowd as they now make their way out and up the ramp.


Joey Styles:
I have no idea what’s gotten into Shelton Benjamin, but I’m on board with Charlie Haas – there was absolutely no reason to have to get the win like that.

JBL:
A win is a win, Joey. Charlie Haas knows that, CM Punk knows that, but I’m pretty sure you an’ them are just gonna harp on this, aren’t you?

Joey Styles:
A win may be a win, Bradshaw, but from what I understand all four men in that ring wanted to do was win with integrity! There’s no integrity or honor in doing what Shelton Benjamin just did! I mean, how can he just let himself do that?

JBL:
It ain’t about how much sleep you lose in this business, Joey, it’s about waking up every morning with the championship belt.

Joey Styles:
Oh, come on! They explicably stated that this match was a gut check –

JBL:
Well then there’s your answer. Maybe deep down in their guts, Charlie Haas an’ Shelton Benjamin think an’ do different things.

Joey Styles:
Maybe what Antonio Banks said to them last week is still ringing true for them, but you cannot deny what a terrific performance CM Punk and Bryan Danielson just put on to try and win those titles.

JBL:
I actually can deny that, but since I’d never hear the end of it from you, I’m just gonna do it my head.

Joey Styles:
Can you do that every week?

JBL:
Can you shut up every week?

Joey Styles:
I can’t, John, I’m paid to help promote the show, remember? Speaking of which, the action still isn’t over. The tag team titles stay where they are despite an incredible fight from the challengers, but coming up next, Paul Heyman and Shawn Michaels – two men who seem to have formed some sort of unholy alliance will be in the center of that ring together to explain what happened last week. Jericho nor Christian are here to stop them, so what is it that they have to say?


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**



We return to a scene of the Hammerstein Ballroom in all of its (somewhat compact) glory, but they aren’t being quiet. No, they’re throwing a great deal of heat to something going on the ring that we take moment before focusing to…and seeing the wheelchair bound Paul Heyman, who is accompanied by a man who has seemingly risen from the dead in Shawn Michaels. Heyman has an all too familiar smirk sliced onto his face, but HBK stands silent. No pandering. No expression. No nothing. The ghostly blank Michaels has Heyman by his wheelchair handlebars, but soon pulls out a microphone and hands it to Paul.

Paul Heyman:
Last week, I figure many of you were a bit…let’s say “flabbergasted” when this man standing behind me suddenly appeared before your very eyes.

~Michaels remains stoic as Heyman points behind him for the crowd to throw a little more heat

Paul Heyman:
What surprised all of you even more than that was the fact that Shawn Michaels kicked the head off of everyone in sight before signing onto Christian’s championship match contract.

~Even more heat for that one, as Heyman’s smirk grows a bit more

Paul Heyman:
And what I’m sure blew your minds was the notion that I was actually welcoming Shawn Michaels back with wide, open arms.

~Heyman brinks on his hammy nature with that one

Paul Heyman:
But seeing as how we can’t all be “Christian Cages” and see things coming from miles away, I’m here to explain some things to each of you. And I will go very slowly so as to not frustrate you people’s lack of intellect and make your head explode again.

~Some wordy crowd bashing that garners the expected reaction

Paul Heyman:
See, the man standing behind me signed a contract to this company without my approval. Mick Foley should, and rightfully has, taken full blame for that. To be honest, that doesn’t bother me so much as the fact that I absolutely hate Shawn Michaels.

~Some heat on that, Michaels with a very subtle flinch but otherwise doesn’t move

Paul Heyman:
Y’hear that, Shawn? I hate you!

~Heyman looks up and back to say this to Michaels, who only moves to look down. His face contorts into one of approaching rage. It twists even more when Heyman shouts up to him sans microphone that he hates Shawn “As much as I hate that big-nosed friend of yours.”

Paul Heyman:
I hate everything about Shawn Michaels, right down to the brim of his cowboy hats. But most importantly, I hate the Heart Break Kid because of what he was planning to do back there in my locker room and that was pull every political string he could to get back to the top.

~Heyman again just destroying Michaels here who, for some reason, won’t deck the walrus looking motherfucker

Paul Heyman:
And so, after Shawn Michaels lost his AOW title match against Chris Jericho at A Very Merry War, I promptly fired him. I fired you!

~Again, Heyman turns to look up and pour lemon on whatever wound he has that’s controlling Michaels with

Paul Heyman:
But as my encounters with Chris Jericho have taught me, I must always have a little bit of an exit strategy. So while I was out recovering and getting my neck repositioned on my shattered spine – which, like a true leader and commander, I endured with absolute courage –

~Oh, Paul. You lying, hyperbolic and self-serving dog you

Paul Heyman:
I resigned this man. Y’see, as much as I cannot stand Shawn Michaels, I cannot deny how much of an asset he is. How good of an investment he is. But I needed to ink him on my own terms. And that’s what I did. But not to an AOW contract. Oh no. He’s never going to touch my locker room again. I signed him to a contract exclusive to me.

~Heat on that one as Heyman again gets his ridiculously smug expression

Paul Heyman:
Now why would I do that? Why would I resign a man I so desperately despise with every fiber my being? A man I went out of every which way to rid my company of in the first place? Oh, you sharp and inquisitive children, I’ll tell you why!

~No one’s sure whether to laugh or throw heat at Heyman for that one, but people do both

Paul Heyman:
I did it because there’s only two men on the entire planet that I hate more than Shawn Michaels – Chris Jericho and Mick Foley. I hate them so much that when I knew everything was going to be in their hands, I just had to do what Christian Cage would want me to do and that was save this company

~Nobody is buying a noble Heyman here, still more heat pouring

Paul Heyman:
Oh, but don’t get me wrong, Christian. I can’t stand you either. I still remember that death threat you sent me, you psychotic whackjob!

~And even more heat

Paul Heyman:
But you are the least of the evils. So I want to make sure there is absolutely no chance that Chris Jericho walks out of The Outer Limits with that AOW Championship. Mick Foley has his horse…and I just hate sitting back, watching, and not having my own horse in the race.

~Some mixed reaction here, with some popping for the screwing over of Jericho, but others not liking where this is going

Paul Heyman:
So I thought to myself who in the world might be best for the job of helping a company owner screw over an egotistical champion in the Belle Center in Montreal…?

~Michaels’ face again contorts into one of anger and shame, Michaels having long decreed that he wanted all those demons behind him

Paul Heyman:
Thus, I offered Mr. Michaels an offer the Showstopper in him just could not refuse. I promised him one last shot at Jericho and the gold, one more chance on the big stage, one final taste of glory…in exchange for being my personal bitch.

~Heyman resonates on that line, a pseudo sneering smile coming across his face

Paul Heyman:
I will be the man to save this company by any means necessary…even if it’s reintroducing the very cancer that might kill it.

~Heyman looks like he’s going off his rocker here, Michaels not looking much better at being called a ‘cancer’

Paul Heyman:
I can have all of the positives of having Shawn Michaels in my company…without anyone corrupting him but me!

~Heyman lets out a cackle

Paul Heyman:
And so at The Outer Limits, it will be Chris Jericho defending his AOW Championship against Christian Cage…and Shawn Michaels.

~Another big mixed reaction, everyone in the arena having mixed feelings on this

Paul Heyman:
And Shawn, honestly, if you win, more power to you…but that won’t absolve your contract with me! I’ll finally have an AOW Champion at my beck and call!!


Heyman cackles like a mad scientist on that one, Michaels looking very much unamused. The crowd is throwing ridiculous heat for that, Michaels literally a prisoner here. But before we fade away on the sign off, “WRECK” crashes the speakers, as Acting Commander Mick Foley gets the crowd to pop for the first time in this segment as he storms down the ring in his signature flannel. Unlike his last several appearances, Foley doesn’t look jovial in the least, pissed to the absolute brim. He steps into the ring, a microphone of his own in hand.

Mick Foley:
Oh no. No no no. You don’t get to do this, HEYMAN!! This isn’t about you, this isn’t about me, but it’s about Christian FINALLY getting what he deserves. And what he deserves is a one-on-one chance to take down the man who has made everyone’s life A LIVING HELL FOR MONTHS~!!!

~Another huge pop from the crowd, as Foley’s delivery is rivaling that of his Cactus Jack days…

Mick Foley:
Heyman…I know what Chris Jericho has done to people since the beginning. But you just can’t let him get to you to do something like this.

~Foley seems very genuinely concerned

Mick Foley:
I mean look at you, Paul. No, this isn’t me poking fun at you at your expense, but just look at you. You’ve gone mad, Heyman! This is a depth I thought I’d never see you go to! Saving the company by trying to kill it yourself?

~Foley, still genuinely concerned, gets a little more irate

Mick Foley:
This isn’t fair to Christian, this isn’t fair to those guys in the back, and it damn sure isn’t fair to anyone here!!


Another big pop, with Foley nearly roaring in Heyman’s face. But to as soon as he looks to relax a bit and perhaps go again…he eats SWEET CHIN MUSIC FOR THE SECOND WEEK IN A ROW!!! WHAT ON EARTH?? Michaels never changed expression before or after the superkick, as all he does now is stand over Foley with those unflinching, completely numb eyes. That gaze completely contrasts that one of Paul Heyman, who is leaning over and is beyond giddy to see one of the men he hates so much lying at his feet

Paul Heyman:
I am Paul E. Heyman. Don’t you dare tell me what I can and cannot do. Don’t you dare lecture me on what’s fair and what’s not!

~Heyman dissolves into a look of pure anger on the last few words before melting back to his smiling

Paul Heyman:
Oh, and one more thing, Mick Foley…YOU’RE FIR –

GO!!

**JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES**


CHRISTIAN!! IT’S CHRISTIAN!!
The roof blows off of the Hammerstein, as indeed one of the men who was banned from ringside tonight in Christian Cage comes barreling through the curtain to stop Heyman right in the middle of his employee termination. As Cage comes storming down, Michaels pushes Heyman out of the way and intercepts the angry Christian…GIVING US YET ANOTHER BRAWL IN THE HAMMERSTEIN TONIGHT!! Christian is just laying into HBK here, all of his pent up anger and frustration just exploding through his fists on the Heart Break Kid.

Joey Styles:
We’ve got another brawl here!!

JBL:
This can’t be legal!! Christian could lose his title shot for this!

Joey Styles:
Christian was told he couldn’t touch Chris Jericho, not Shawn Michaels, John! Christian’s letting out every piece of his anger right here on HBK!!


JBL:
No, dumbass, I mean he's not even supposed to be here!!


As Christian beats the living hell out of Michaels, he looks up and sees Heyman, who was thrown out of his wheelchair in Michaels’ attempt to get him out of the way. Heyman’s face devolves into one of sheer terror, as he knows he’s absolutely defenseless against an enraged Cage. Christian leaps up from off of Michaels and goes to possibly beat the head in of the Chairman…but Michaels grabs a foot and prevents Cage from getting any further before leaping on Cage and RETALIATING WITH A FLURRY OF BLOWS OF HIS OWN!!

This forces Christian to take cover and eat the blows, but as soon as Michaels is done, Christian flips him over and gets him off the top of him before forcing him into a corner. Cage then turns around and sees Heyman still lying there, unable to really move, and again looking on in horror as Christian approaches him…but Michaels grabs Christian from behind and turns him around…SWEET CHIN MUSIC!! And AGAIN Michaels lays out the number one contender with the signature superkick!


Joey Styles:
This is absolute madness!! Shawn Michaels and Christian just letting everything out on one another!

JBL:
They’re both idiots! They’re both so mad at Chris Jericho an’ he’s not even here, so they beat the hell outta each other?

Joey Styles:
This could very well be playing right into whatever ploy Chris Jericho has planned, but nonetheless, Shawn Michaels seems to have lost any and all morale here by aligning himself with Paul Heyman!

JBL:
It’s not a loss of morals, Joey, it all boils down to one thing – just. Good. Business.

Joey Styles:
At what cost?? The cost of madness? The cost of morals?? The cost of this company…??


And that’s the final line we hear of the night over the final image of Shawn Michaels staring over the bodies of two men he’s beheaded for two weeks in a row. Two men who are fighting for the very thing he is, but not fighting the same battle he is thanks in part to the man lying in a heap behind him. Michaels stares with a blank, but deeply haunted face as he did last week, as well as the one he’s maintained for all of tonight as we…

Fade…

To…

Black…

END SHOW




THE OUTER LIMITS
The Belle Centre – Montreal, Quebec, Canada
March 16th, 2008
*Current Card*


*AOW Heavyweight Championship*
The Worthy Champion Chris Jericho(c) v. The Man on the Moon Christian Cage v.The Heart break Kid Shawn Michaels

~AOW Cruiserweight Championship~
The American Dragon Bryan Danielson(c) v. Gregory Helms


~AOW Trios Tournament Finals~
Mercenaries, Inc.vs. TBA




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Alas, the no-feedback bug strikes again. I suppose I deserve it, though. I've been bogged down the last week and a half an hadn't spread any love of my own, really. But that's what I get for not being prepared. Anywho, my workload shouldn't be so bad this coming week, so here's some goodies...


Spoiler for Latest news:
Quote:
Originally Posted by The Informer
~In regards to the MVP/Antonio Banks legal battle, it seems as though the WWE still hasn’t responded as far as setting a court date. As we’ve noted before, the WWE doesn’t want to take any immediate legal action due to Wrestlemania being just around the corner for them. There probably won’t be any word on an actual court date for Banks and Co., but Banks won’t be kept off TV in the AOW camp. Whether this hurts AOW in the long run is still up in the air.

~After hearing for a few weeks at Rey Mysterio is ahead of schedule, the news that Gregory Helms will face an opponent of Bryan Danielson’s choosing looks almost too perfect for a Mysterio return. However, a program with either man is unlikely, although there has been rumblings that since Mysterio did the kindness of putting off his knee rehab to help give the company a jump start, he’s being given the chance to work with anybody he so chooses. Whether it will be going into The Outer Limits or Origins and Endings is what the question may be.

~Speaking of Origins and Endings, the anniversary show still hasn’t found a confirmed home, which is hurting the company’s professional image. While the promotion wants it in a place like Madison Square Garden, the company wouldn’t touch “WWE territory”, especially with a lawsuit already pending. With them already heading to Canada, Jersey, and Boston for PPVs, one idea being proposed is heading on over to the other coast – as in Los Angeles.

~As far as contracts are concerned, the same three names keep popping up in terms of commitments – Lashley, Wight, and Hassan. It’s almost confirmed by this point that Hassan won’t be back on television for a while nursing a minor injury, but also because of his questioning motivation. The same can be said for Lashley, who is healing up from shoulder surgery and waning interest in wrestling.

~AOW Offseason ads have begun popping up on the company website, so they should be popping up on television within the next week or so to give awareness of Online Oblivion iCards the company plans to have.

Until next time, this has been The Informer…





Quote:
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Spoiler for The Cost of Victory:


We’re brought back to Oblivion last week, immediately following the main event. Charlie Haas and Shelton Benjamin are coming through the blood red curtain back into the backstage area, Haas all over Benjamin for what happened in the finish.

Haas:
Hey, answer me! What you did you literally throw away what that whole match was about!

Benjamin:
No I didn’t. That match was about keeping the AOW Tag Team Championships. And so that’s what I did.

Haas:
But for what? For the cost of what this team is about?
~Benjamin stops walking and turns to Haas

Benjamin:
What this team is about is being the World’s Greatest Tag Team. By any means necessary. Our job isn’t to sit here and play buddy with guys that want our gold. Our job is to win. Our purpose is to be champions. Not hand out title matches to whoever.
~Benjamin again storms off, but Haas is again quick to chase him down

Haas
:
Alright, so maybe I’ve been getting a little out of hand with accepting challenges. So what? We keep proving we’re better than everyone else, but we do so with honor.

Benjamin:
But honor shouldn’t cost gold.
~This actually strikes Haas, who stops Benjamin in his tracks

Haas
:
Y’know Shelton, if you got such a big problem with it, I’ve offered you a rematch with me. We can have that any time you want. And we can settle it in the ring.
~The two tag team partners are glaring at one another, their noses almost touching before Benjamin shakes his head

Benjamin:
Naw. You don’t get to decide if that match happens. I do. And I’ll use it whenever I like.

Haas:
Then for now, I suggest we chill out, get on the same page and keeping being the World’s Greatest Tag Team – in the ring and out.
~Haas slings his belt over his shoulder, Benjamin soon following suit doing the same thing

Benjamin:
Works for me.
~The two champions don’t break gazes once again, their titles gleaming as bright as the tension between them as we fade away…



Spoiler for The Debt Must Be Repaid:


We enter a scene that is apparently from last week, as we seem to be interrupting a backstage brawl!! We see who looks like Samoa Joe, but we can’t see who is assaulting him until they come out to the sides of his wide body. They reveal themselves to be American Made, and they continue to beat the living hell out of Joe, double whipping him into a CASE FULL OF STAGE EQUIPMENT!! Joe stumbles once he makes impact, but as Nameth and Hagar try to follow him to deal more damage, the One Man Army turns back around to start decking both men with fierce blows, alternating between both men.

He then manages to down the larger and stronger Hagar, Nameth coming after him by leaping on his back and catching him in a sleeper hold. The rabid Samoan is then quietly being subdued as he drops to a knee and seems to be losing conscious…before again erupting with life and tossing Nameth over his shoulder and ONTO THE COLD CONCRETE FLOOR!! Ziggler Nameth sells it like we know he can, but Joe has no breathing room as he himself meets the cold concrete when Hagar leaps back to his feet and DECKS JOE WITH A CLOTHESLINE!!

Hagar then throws some more strikes at Joe before pulling him up and trying to hit his head on an EXPOSED PIPE, but Joe stays like a tank and stops him, nailing Hagar with a blow to the midsection instead. The two wrestling machines trade back and forth blows, with Joe’s heavier hands winning the fight…until Nameth comes to and gets Joe from behind with a chop block/rear single leg takedown looking maneuver. The numbers game then gets to Joe, both men again pummeling on the Submission Machine. Joe still tries to retaliate, but finds himself once again being WHIPPED INTO STAGE EQUIPMENT! Right after this, Nameth and Hagar both jointly lift Joe up before sending him crashing back down…with the PATRIOT ACT!! THE DOUBLE TEAM NECKBREAKER/POWERBMOMB COMBO ON THE EXPOSED CONCRETE!! Joe finally lies motionless, as Nameth gets back to his knees gripping his neck before Hagar helps him to his feet

Nameth:
That was from Chris Jericho. He says if you want “The Great’…

Hagar:
…then you gotta go through us.

Both men are huffing and puffing from the battle they just went through and walk away holding up one another, a pyrrhic victory on their part. We get a shot of Joe just barely starting to stir as we fade away…



Spoiler for The New Three Amigos…? Pt. II:


We’re brought to a scene that we’ve seen before, this one being ye olde Mexican restaurant. The same three men we saw occupying it last time are seen in the same exact order in the same exact booth – Psicosis, Super Crazy and Aero Star. Just like last time, Psicosis and Star appear to be finished with their cuisine, but Super Crazy is the one who keeps on eating. Crazy stuffs a tortilla in his mouth before swallowing it and starts speaking.

Crazy:
Ey Aero Star – good going on getting that win for us, homes.

Psicosis:
Yeah, esse! Dat was some quick thinkin’.
~The silent luchador just waves both men off with a ‘de nada’ expression

Crazy
:
But vatos, I was thinkin’…I feel a whole lot better now.

Psicosis:
You sure, homes?

Crazy:
Yeah. So I was kinda hopin’ we could shift the captain’s position around to me this time.

Psicosis:
I don’t know about that, homes. I mean, no offense, but ju were the one who got pinned last time.

Crazy:
Yeah, but it’s all good now. So what do ju guys say? Captain Super Crazy?
~The Mexicools look over to Aero Star, who shrugs his shoulders before Psicosis does the same thing

Psicosis
:
Sure, why not. But be careful, alright homes?

Crazy:
Esso!!
~Crazy grabs both Psicosis and Aero Star in headlock hugs, his curly hair getting in both of their faces. They squirm away after he lets go

Crazy
:
One more thing, amigos…I think we should tweak de name jus’ a little

Psicosis:
To what?

Crazy:
Instead of ‘PsicoSuperStar’…how about…‘SuperPsicoStar’…?
~Again, Psicosis looks over at Aero, who shrugs, which causes Psicosis to shrug

Crazy
:
SuperPsicoStar it is!!
~Crazy gets so excited, he nearly flings the burrito in his hand skyward. The three amigos share high fives, Crazy doing his with the burrito hand, as we fade away…



Spoiler for Gregory Helms Gets FOLEY’d:


The screen lights up to what looks like last week during the main event match, Gregory Helms coming through the curtain and now roaming backstage with a big, satisfied grin on his face for costing Danielson the win. His smile soon disappears when someone interrupts his victory walk in the form of Acting Commander Mick Foley.

Foley:
Hey, Helms, what the hell were you doin’ out there?

Helms:
Just doing everyone a favor, that’s all.

Foley:
A favor? Okay, well then how about this for a ‘favor’ – next week, you’ll be in action.

Helms:
So. Big deal.

Foley:
Your opponent…will be someone of Bryan Danielson’s choosing.
~The smug look and air to Helms just completely disappears, the ‘best cruiserweight in the world’ dropping into a scared state

Helms:
Oh come on! You can’t be serious!! This complete favoritism!

Foley:
No. It’s called ‘punishment’. Now get outta here before I do the alternative for interrupting a terrific match and that’d be suspension.
~Helms stares a hole through Foley before Mick sarcastically waves at him. Helms’ face fills with distain as he walks away, still mumbling in anger to himself when we fade away…



Spoiler for It’s Cool to Destroy…Again:


Our screen pops up to the white backdrop of regular webcast promos, complete with not one, not two, but three men standing before us. Carlito stands in the middle of Siaki and Manu, the latter of which has Aero Star’s mask from This is Exile in his mouth. Carlito tosses his apple up and down before looking smugly in the camera and starting to talk again.

Carlito:
So dis Wednesday, Carlito an’ his crew has to face a team Carlito’s already beaten. How sad.
~Carlito turns to Siaki, no nods his head

Carlito:
The sad part is, Carlito beat team “SuperPsicoStar” all by himself. Ju’ three are as much a disgrace to dis Trios Tournament as ju’ are to the Hispanic culture.
~Carlito points a finger right through the camera

Carlito:
Do ju’ remember last time, mijos? Carlito overcame the odds, unmasked Aero Star, an’ walked away with a win…an’ a nice trophy.
~Carlito points to the mask in the jaws of Manu

Carlito:
An’ that was when Carlito jus’ had himself left. Now, he’s got Siaki an’ Manu – the Samoan Fight Club. Two guys who jus’ don’t care an’ jus’ want to kick ass. Not just one ass – ALL of j’our assess!
~Carlito gets a little hammy on that line as Siaki nods his head again

Carlito:
So if ju’ think dat last time was bad, amigos…jus’ ju wait.

Siaki:
That’s right. Aero Star, Psicosis, and Super Crazy, you’ve got a wave of despair comin’ your way. So you’d better wipe those stupid Mexican grins off of your faces. When it comes to wreckin’ unworthy teams, there’s none better than the Samoan Fight Club and Carlito Colon. Because what we do best is –

Manu:
WE DESTROY!!
~…but you also drop the mask when you open the mouth to shout…

Carlito:
An’ dat…das cool.
~Carlito takes a bit of the apple before reaching down and getting the mask and holding it up to the camera and throwing it at the lens, showing an utter sign of disrespect as we fade away…




2.27.08

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

“Unprettying”



Last week on Oblivion, we followed the tale of Robert Szatowski trying to drink his regrets and sorrows away. Throughout the entire broadcast, the guise that Finlay put on as a happy, peace-seeking Irishman faded as quickly as he put it on, showing his true motives. After Finlay was more than satisfied in watching Szatowski break himself with round after round after round, Szatowski’s troubles came full circle to hit him…and then he hit Finlay with a bottle!! Finally, the rage that has been locked inside Robert Szatowski for months seems to be awaking and perhaps he may even find himself. But for now, he will take on the man who destroyed his life in AOW’s first ever Bar Room Brawl.

Also last week, we finally got a little bit of an explanation from Paul Heyman regarding he and Shawn Michaels’ alliance…but we never heard from Shawn Michaels himself. Heyman has promised to give Michaels airtime this week to do so, but to go with that, one of the men Michaels keeps kicking in the face is Christian Cage. Christian is hot on Michaels’ tail for what he’s doing, but this week, he’ll have to sit back and settle his own problems as he helps his friend Samoa Joe take out the trash that trashed him when the two take on the Jericho-controlled team of American Made.

The man the entire wrestling world has been buzzing about for weeks is none other than AOW’s newest roster member, “The Boondock Saint” Antonio Banks. The racially fueled “Saint” has only appeared once after his surprise defection, but word through the grapevine has been saying that Banks will be in New York in person. There’s only one man who actually wants to see him, though, and that man is Dynasty Champion CM Punk. With Punk vowing to not actually address Banks until he could look him in the eye, it’s now Punk’s turn to do what he does best and that’s verbally run a man down. Punk confronts The Boondock Saint, possibly to his face.

The AOW Trios Tournament is in its final legs, and it’s produced some matches of beauty thus far – from the twenty minute contest to open the Tourney to the shocking defeat of Ken Doane by Aero Star to the brutal beatdown from the Samoan Fight Club, teams are pulling out all the stops to get the crown and be able to call themselves the best three headed dragon in AOW. Despite not doing anything to truly ‘steal the spotlight’ in the Tournament, the meticulous and genius Mercenaries, Inc. has already punched their ticket to the finals. Who will join them? It’s some teams with unfinished business – the new three Amigos in SuperPsicoStar take their new and healed captain up against a nemesis who is hell bent on embarrassing them once again in Carlito Colon.

But that’s not all!! Gregory Helms has to atone for interrupting the main event last week from Bryan Danielson himself, AOW Champion Chris Jericho is back in attendance, and the schism of the World’s Greatest Tag Team continues. All this (and more!!) on the next Wednesday Night Oblivion, 9/8c only on FX!!

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.:Confirmed For Oblivion:.

!!IRISH BAR ROOM BRAWL!!
Robert Szatowski v. Finlay

American Made v. Samoa Joe & Christian Cage

Gregory Helms v. ???
{Bryan Danielson picks the opponent}

---

AOW Trios Tournament – Rd. 2
SuperPsicoStar v. Carlito Colon & The Samoan Fight Club

PLUS…

CM Punk addresses Antonio Banks (in person?)

AND…

Shawn Michaels gets to tell his side



If all goes well, should be able to get this show up by mid/end of the weekend. Hope all are well until then




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2.27.08

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

“Unprettying”



We’re immediately brought to the Hammerstein with no opening video package. There’s an immense round of heat going on through the arena and we see why as soon as the screen lights up, with Paul Heyman in his wheelchair and Shawn Michaels standing center ring, virtually in the same positions they were when last we went off the air last week. Heyman is actually positioned behind Michaels this time, as HBK is the one in the center of the ring. Michaels’ hair, shining as if it’s been gelled, is pulled back into a ponytail;his frozen in numbness face covered in unsettling stubble. He’s also wearing a black dress shirt and a pair of black pants, capped off with a gray tie. Nothing about this Shawn Michaels looks ‘real’ at all except for his harrowing facial expression. Paul Heyman slowly brings a microphone to his lips amidst the roaring heat from the crowd.

Paul Heyman:
Ladies and gentlemen, I’m so glad you could all join us tonight because right now, I will officially give my investment, Shawn Michaels, this microphone so that he may speak his piece.

~Heyman hands the microphone out. When Michaels turns to grab it, Heyman pulls it right back to his lips

Paul Heyman:
And may I quickly remind Mr. Michaels that his spoken piece had better sit well with his employer. Or he will be appropriately punished.

~The dictator that is Heyman glares at his puppet, who stares back with nothing but contempt in his eyes as he snatches the microphone away, but stays in Heyman’s face

Shawn Michaels:
Paul, you just gave Shawn Michaels a live, open microphone. When I’m done with this, trust me, the only thing that’ll be sitting well with you is that wheelchair.

~A nice pop from the crowd for that line, as Heyman’s face contorts into one of fear while Michaels’ twists into one of…classical HBK smug…?

Shawn Michaels
:
To you, Paul Heyman, all I am is a good investment. But to me…all you are is a first class sucker.

~Heyman is on the verge of sweating bullets here

Shawn Michaels
:
Did you really think I had stooped that low? That I would sell my soul to the devil and voluntarily be his puppet?

~Heyman’s lips start to quiver as he tries to come up with a response

Shawn Michaels
:
I’m the Headliner. The Showstopper. The Heart – Break – Kid. A guy like me will never bow down to the likes of you.

~A grand pop from the crowd there, as Heyman just keeps staring back in awe and anger

Shawn Michaels
:
You may own a piece of Shawn Michaels. But you will never own Shawn Michaels.

~Another huge pop here, as Michaels stares defiantly right into Heyman’s eyes…before tearing away and going back to the center of the ring to possibly address the crowd, his face getting a bit more serious

Shawn Michaels
:
For the past few weeks, I’ve done a couple of things I’ve been doin’ my entire career. One of those things has been, well, kicking everyone and their mother’s teeth down their throats.

~A bit of unrest on that one, as some of the men Michaels has downed have been fan favorites

Shawn Michaels
:
And another has been, well…stealing the spotlight.

~The buzz continues as Michaels adjusts his tie

Shawn Michaels
:
And see normally, I’d take pride in both of those things. But I can’t do that. I’m not proud of kicking Mick Foley. I’m not proud of kicking Christian Cage. I’m not proud…oh, wait, I actually am proud of kicking Chris Jericho.

~A completely expected pop roars for the damage done to that last name

Shawn Michaels
:
But that’s because I don’t have a beef with Mick Foley. If it weren’t for Mick, I wouldn’t have signed in AOW in the first place.

~Michaels again adjusts his tie

Shawn Michaels
:
I don’t have a beef with Christian, either. As downright disrobed as I think he is, he actually tried to save me from the very fate I’m suffering from right now. He tried to warn me. And just like everyone else, I didn’t listen.

~Michaels looks haunted by that memory

Shawn Michaels:
No, my only issues are with Chris Jericho…and with you, Paul Heyman.

~Heyman’s expression hasn’t changed since Michaels got out of his face

Shawn Michaels
:
You did everything in your power to get me off your roster, out of this company, and out of your life. And I sat there and heard everything you said last week. What was it you called me…? A “cancer”…?

~Michaels again starts to slowly approach his wheelchair bound boss

Shawn Michaels
:
I listened to everything. I felt everything. But all I could actually hear were the words of a desperate, desperate man.

~Michaels now looms over Heyman

Shawn Michaels
:
You’re playing up this notion that I’ve sold out. That I need you and your contract negotiations to get back in this ring and get what I want, but in reality, Paul Heyman, you’re the one who has sold out. You’re the one who has sold his soul.

~Heyman is shaking his head, but Michaels isn’t buying

Shawn Michaels
:
Resigning me and keeping me on a short leash isn’t “good business”. It’s the sign of a man who is in so much trouble, he doesn’t even know how to get out.

~Michaels again gets in Heyman’s face

Shawn Michaels
:
The troubling thing about that, Paul, is that you’re a pretty bright guy. I’ll give the devil his due.

~Michaels says this genuinely

Shawn Michaels
:
But when a man in a position like you is this desperate…I can’t help but think there’s something more going on here.

~Michaels gets dangerously close to Heyman here, but Heyman freaks out and grabs the microphone right out of Michaels’ hands

Paul Heyman:
There is nothing more going on! I brought you back because I wanted to get back at Mick Foley, because I wanted to get back at Chris Jericho, and because I literally just wanted to see you squirm!

~Heyman looks defiantly at Michaels now

Paul Heyman:
Your actions tonight have not been authorized by me! And to have you even suggest that I, Paul E. Heyman, am a desperate man is absolutely ludicrous. And I absolutely will not stand for it! This is enough! I knew I should have never let you say anything.

~The crowd throws tremendous heat on the ‘desperate’ Heyman

Paul Heyman:
Now wheel me out of this ring and go to the back now before I strip you of your title shot and suspend you…or worse!!


Michaels is back to his resentful gaze peering right into Heyman’s soul with pure hatred…but then suddenly, “JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES” hits the fray, as Christian Cage comes out through the curtain to an amazing ovation, both Heyman and Michaels looking up to see the Man on the Moon making his way down the ramp and slide into the ring, microphone in hand. The madness in his eyes is still ever present.

Christian:
Excuse me, boss, but I kind of have this little thing about you silencing men who accuse you of things and then pushing them out of your company.

~An easy to scout reference, the crowd popping a bit for it

Christian
:
So one part of me is saying let this man say his piece. Because whether you like it or not, he still seems like the same old Shawn Michaels to me…

~A nice pop there as Michaels lets out the smallest, but noticeable, smirk

Christian
:
…but the other part of me is saying I also have this other little thing about guys kicking my head off and stepping in on my title matches.

~On that note, Christian goes from Heyman to getting right into HBK’s face. Michaels’ small smirk disappears almost instantly

Christian
:
So as interested as I am in what you think this man is up to…

~Christian points one of his long arms at Heyman

Christian
:
…I think you’d better answer me and everyone else’s question and that’s what exactly are you up to?

~Cage lowers his microphone and gets nose to nose with Michaels, who promptly reaches over and snatches the microphone out of the grip of Heyman

Shawn Michaels
:
Christian. I just wanna say to your face that man to man, I have no problem with you. My business has nothing to do with you.

~Michaels shows some hand gestures here, saying he really wants no part of Christian

Shawn Michaels
:
But that brings me around to the other thing I’ve been doing these last couple of weeks and that’s that I can’t take pride in stealing the spotlight like I’m used to. To be honest, I kind of feel bad for taking it off of you.

~Christian is intrigued, not exactly sure how to take that notion

Shawn Michaels
:
See, I don’t know if you’ve followed my career or not, Moonman, but…I kind of have this thing where I make things all about me.

~A small pop is heard, while Christian has to nod in agreement. The guy certainly has a point

Shawn Michaels
:
I don’t do it intentionally, it just…happens. But I actually agree with Mick Foley, and I’m sure you share the same thought – this whole thing should be about you finally getting your shot at Chris Jericho.

~The crowd has a small applause to go along with this idea, as I’m sure many of you reading might be joining in on as well

Shawn Michaels
:
But it’s actually insulting to me that people think that way.

~The short applause turns to a bit of buzz and heat, as Christian now gets tense once more

Christian
:
You don’t have the right to say that. You don’t have a right to say that at all.

~Cage gets in Michaels’ face once more

Christian
:
This was my match. I have worked my way from being alienated by everyone around me to being the only beacon of light in this entire company to being it’s one and only hope of survival.

~Cage’s eyes glow with madness, while Michaels’ reverts back to an unintimidated blank

Christian
:
So my apologies if the fact that I have worked my ass off in every facet to deserve my shot at the AOW Championship is insulting to you, Shawn.

~A pop goes out as Cage and Michaels stand deadlocked in gazes

Shawn Michaels
:
You’re not listening to me, Christian. I’m not taking that away from you. I’m not insulted by you deserving your shot. What’s insulting to me is the fact that people think you’re the only man who is deserving of a shot.

~Michaels now stares back hard. He momentarily glares over at Heyman, who is frozen in fear just as uncomfortable as he was just a few moments ago

Shawn Michaels
:
See, the biggest reason I came back isn’t just because I hate Chris Jericho. It isn’t just because I want another shot at the AOW Championship. It’s because of the reputation I’ve gotten that almost got me kicked outta here for good. It’s because of the very thing your friend and partner tonight, Samoa Joe, keeps bringing up in regards to me.

~Michaels pokes at Christian’s chest, also giving a small plug to tonight’s tag match

Shawn Michaels
:
And that one thing…was what happened one faithful night in Montreal over ten years ago.

~A buzz of interest, Christian now looking like he’s actually listening

Shawn Michaels
:
It all happened in that same building we’re gonna be in on March 16th. The Belle Center in Montreal, Quebec, Canada.

~Christian perhaps now starts to understand…

Shawn Michaels:
You may deserve your shot at the AOW Championship, but what I deserve is to finally quell those demons that’ve been hounding me for years. You may have redeemed yourself and cast out all your demons on your way to The Outer Lmits…but for me…

~Michaels again takes a sharp quick stare at Heyman before looking back at Christian

Shawn Michaels
:
Winning the AOW Championship in the place where it all happened is the only shot at redemption I have. So with all due respect, Christian, from one man that has had to work his way to redemption to another – I will topple anyone I have to…

~Michaels looks at Heyman

Shawn Michaels
:
…and do anything I have to…

~HBK goes back to Christian

Shawn Michaels
:
To make sure I get that redemption.

~Michaels now gets directly in Christian’s face here, the crowd buzzing big time. Heyman even looks to cover for what could be another brawl…but Christian simply takes a step back and puts the microphone to his lips

Christian
:
Michaels, it sounds to me like your biggest beef then isn’t with Paul Heyman. It isn’t even with Chris Jericho. It’s with yourself.

~Christian’s eyes seem to have softened up. Almost as if they’re…understanding?

Christian
:
It hurts me to see you like this, Shawn. I mean, you look like a puppet. And yet, you remind me so much of me a few months ago. I was looking for the same thing that you’re looking for right now and that was a way out. Any way out.

~Cage cuts his hands through the air to signify how far and wide he looked

Christian
:
And when I decided to go through anyone and everyone to prove myself, to get to that little ray of light and force my way out, I completely shut everyone else around me out. I became alone. And that’s exactly what you are, Shawn.

~Michaels’ stoic face now twists to one of intrigue

Christian
:
You can make all the cases you want to about Paul Heyman being a desperate man, but to me and the guys in the back? You’re the one who looks desperate. You literally sold yourself out of hatred to yourself, not because of anyone else. Trust me when I say I know exactly that feeling. But then again, Michaels, you're not a stranger to it either.

~This actually seems to touch Michaels, who takes a few steps back and grips one of the ropes as he looks down in possible self-inspection

Christian
:
When you do that – when you sell yourself and don’t think about anything else – you become exactly like the things you’re fighting against. I was no better than the Bobby Lashleys and Chris Jerichos were then. And now, you’re no better than Chris Jericho or Paul Heyman. It’s you who becomes desperate. It’s you who becomes that cancer.

~Michaels is obviously rattled by this, now looking to stroke his fingers through his hair

Christian
:
Beware he who fights monsters…

~Christian now stares over at Heyman

Christian
:
…because he himself will become a monster.

~Christian looks back over to Michaels, who has turned his back to Christian completely

Christian
:
So Shawn, I know you want redemption of some sort, but all it looks like is just you punishing yourself. And that’s your own war to fight.

~Michaels still hasn’t moved, just staring blankly into the floor

Christian
:
But as my own personal form of punishment for you interfering in my war to fight -


Christian suddenly lunges at Michaels, hooking both of his arms while Michaels isn’t looking at him. Before HBK can retaliate, Christian twists Michaels around…UNPRETTIER!! UNPRETTIER!! MICHAELS’ FACE IS DRIVEN INTO THE CANVAS!! As questionable in motive as that move may be, the crowd goes nuts for Christian obviously getting back at Michaels for all those weeks of getting Chin Music over and over. Heyman is left with his mouth agape and Cage now staring with intensity at his handiwork…before turning towards Heyman with the same glare. He says something to Heyman that isn’t audible for us, but it makes Heyman sweat even more before Cage walks out of the ring.

Joey Styles:
Some retribution to kick off Wednesday Night Oblivion!! Joey Styles alongside John “Bradshaw” Layfield where we’ve just started the night with Shawn Michaels finally having his say and from what we’ve just seen, Christian Cage also had his say!

JBL:
An’ Christian Cage is a big hypocrite! How can you deny a man who is in the same exact position as you are?

Joey Styles:
With all due respect to Shawn Michaels, but you mean a man who has been pumped and manufactured by the boss himself that he sold his soul to? How can he deny that this man has done everything he possibly can and deserves to get his shot at Chris Jericho?

JBL:
I can because it’s my right as an American citizen to boast an opinion an’ not have you ask questions over an’ over. I thought I asked you to shut up last week.

Joey Styles:
Well, that was last week, John. Slate’s clean tonight.

JBL:
That insults my intelligence, Joey.

Joey Styles:
Well then good. But what did Christian say to Paul Heyman? It couldn't have been anything Heyman wanted to hear.

JBL:
I don't think anything Paul Heyman's heard tonight has been anything he wants to hear.

Joey Styles:
A case could be made for that and while we couldn't hear Christian's remark, you heard it just now – we know where Shawn Michaels stands. Shawn Michaels wants a shot at redemption, to put his entire past behind us and he thinks what will cleanse his spirit is the AOW Championship.

JBL:
The soon to be AOW WORLD Heavyweight Championship, Joey.

Joey Styles:
That is true. Where Shawn Michaels wishes to begin anew in Canada, the AOW Championship will be given new life as well, but that’ll be in three weeks when Shawn Michaels, Christian Cage, and Chris Jericho meet for the gold.

JBL:
Tonight, we have what could be just as much on the line.

Joey Styles:
Indeed we could because despite what was probably drunk talk by means of Finlay, tonight, we will see Robert Szatowski come out of his self-imposed retirement and take on the very man who has made his life a living hell. Szatowski challenges Finlay to a Bar Room Brawl!

JBL:
There ain’t no better place for a fight, Joey!

Joey Styles:
I’m sure you’d endorse that, John, but also tonight we’ve gotten word that “The Boondock Saint” Antonio Banks is gonna be here tonight…or maybe he’s not? Not a whole lot of clarification on that, but regardless, CM Punk is here and he’s ready to give Banks a piece of his mind.

JBL:
That’s not somethin’ to look forward to.

Joey Styles:
Your adoration for CM Punk is well documented, John. But also tonight, we’ve got the final semi-final match in the AOW Trios Tournament, as well as a big tag team match. Samoa Joe was viciously assaulted by American Made at the demands of Chris Jericho. Tonight, we’ll see Christian again as he tags up with Samoa Joe to take down those same two gentlemen. We’ve got a big, brutal night on tap, so don’t go anywhere!


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**



As we return from the break, our ears are immediately greeted by the sound of “IT’S TIME – HACKER’S REMIX”, as Gregory Helms makes his way through the curtain and down the ramp. Contrary to his expression a few weeks ago, Helms isn’t nearly as confident looking, but he still has a very ‘unstable’, if you will, twinge to his face. It’s almost…twitching? Whatever is happening, Helms rolls into the ring and asks for a microphone

Helms:
So evidently we have quite the corrupt administration going on here. They seem to like playing favorites.

~Helms twitches an eye

Helms:
But last week, I tried to do them and everyone else a favor in Bryan Danielson’s match last week. I didn’t interfere and cost him a win and some gold. Oh no. I was merely helping the referee make the right decision.

~And the crowd throws heat for that terrible excuse

Helms:
Boo it all you want, but the fact is that a champion is someone who exemplifies the best in their field. Bryan Danielson ain’t worth the gold he’s got now, so why the hell would he deserve another strap?

~Heat as Helms creeps back into his slasher smile territory…

Helms:
When you hold the gold, it means you’re the best, which is something I’ve drilled home on more than one occasion that Bryan Danielson is not. He is not the best cruiserweight in the world. He is not the best wrestler in the world. And he is not gonna walk out of The Outer Limits with the Cruiserweight Championship.

~Helms stops to gather more heat

Helms:
And all that is because the man who is the best and the man who will beat him on March 16th…is me. So go ahead, Danielson. Send out whoever it is you want, whatever shmuck you’ve picked as my ‘punishment’. Because I can assure you, more than anything, that I’m just flat out better than them. And Danielson, I’ll always be better than you.


Helms drops the microphone from his lips as his killing smile starts to grow on his face while he waits. Not too long afterward, “THE FINAL COUNTDOWN” rings out across the arena as the ever determined Cruiserweight Champion Bryan Danielson steps through the curtain, his expression also telling a story. He has a microphone as well, walking down the ramp with it to his lips

Danielson:
Helms, all you wanna do is talk. I’m so far past that now. There’s nothing I want to do more than beat you down.

~A pop, as Danielson keeps marching towards the ring, Helms getting more and more antsy

Danielson
:
But let me introduce your opponent tonight. He’s a guy I know pretty well. He’s one of the greatest cruiserweights in the world and he has a pretty big grudge against you for what you’ve done to him in the past.

~The crowd is building up here, even some chants of “619!! 619!” going around

Danielson
:
And that man…IS ME!!


WHAT THE HELL?!? Danielson bulrushes the ring, dropping his mike, and slides underneath the bottom rope!! We’re gonna get a match from The Outer Limits RIGHT HERE TONIGHT!!

OPENING CONTEST
AOW Cruiserweight Champion Bryan Danielson
v.
Gregory Helms


Danielson slides right in and immediately shoots in on Helms’ and starts beat the hell out of him unmercifully!!! There’s rights and lefts flying all over the place, with Helms being forced to cover up after being taken by complete surprise. The entire crowd is on their feet as Danielson just wails away the man who has antagonized his very existence since both men set foot in the company, but Helms finds some way to knock the enraged Danielson off of him and tries to crawl away. He only manages to get to the ropes, only for Danielson to jump him again and chunk him into a corner, now wailing Helms when he has nowhere to go!!

Danielson even gets a solid kick to the midsection in that rocks Helms’ whole body like it did Shelton Benjamin’s a week ago, but as Danielson gears back for another kick, Helms lowers his level and blatantly brings Danielson to his knees by nailing him with a LOW BLOW!! Referee Ray Ramsey has absolutely no choice but to go ahead and call for the bell after only a few brutal seconds.

Winner by DQ: Bryan Danielson at (1:13)

Helms rolls away from the wreckage that he’s caused, but he doesn’t crawl out of the ring. Instead, he just avoids Danielson and goes over to grab the Cruiserweight Championship belt that he, at some point, snapped off of his waist before the ensuing brawl. Helms holds the belt in his hands like it’s a child, cradling it and looking at his reflection in the glistening gold. The face looking back at him is one that’s back to having it’s slasher smile. He pulls the title out of his face and awaits Danielson’s recovery, stalking him…stalking him…stalking him…charging to NAIL DANIELSON WITH THE CHAMPIONSHIP…NO!!

Danielson suddenly springs back to life after clutching his groin, TACKLING Helms down, ducking to avoid the title itself! Danielson looks to start his beatdown once again, but he wraps his arms around Helms’ wrists and forces him to drop the title and brings his feet to Helms’ body…LOOKING FOR THE WRIST-CLUTCH STOMPS…NO!!! Helms wriggles out, crawling on his shoulder blades and using a foot to force Danielson away. Helms then crawls underneath the bottom rope and slinks to the floor before making his way right back up the ramp. Danielson looks to be in hot pursuit, but the senior referee actually stops him, the whole scenario getting great heat from the crowd. Danielson is absolutely furious, and as shocked as Helms may have been, he’s the one leaving with the smile on his face for some reason…


Joey Styles:
What the hell is goin’ on here!?! Bryan Danielson just abused a loophole to get his hands on Gregory Helms!

JBL:
See, Joey, why the hell would you ask a question, an’ then answer it yourself? That defeats the entire purpose.

Joey Styles:
Stop picking on me and focus on what’s going on the ring!

JBL:
What’s happening is Gregory Helms has just be proven right! This entire administration is corrupt. But hey, it’s not like I’ve been preachin’ that same thing for months now.

Joey Styles:
How is Bryan Danielson finding a loophole a sign of corrupt administration?

JBL:
It’s not a loophole if the administration knows damn well that that’s what Danielson was gonna do!

Joey Styles:
It’s fun listening to you pull the most ridiculous things out of your ass.

JBL:
It’s not ridiculous. It’s right there in front of all of you! God, I feel like Christian used to.

Joey Styles:
Well, Gregory Helms managed to weasel away from Danielson on this occasion, but coming up next, neither Finlay nor Rob Szatowski will be able to get away from one another when they’ll be locked in the Swift Bar not too far from here and be forced into a brawl. All of Szatowski’s pent up frustration will come to a boil. And that’s coming up…NEXT!!



~Backstage, locker room area…


We turn now to see American Made, both blond All-Americans standing at attention. They both look just a tad anxious, but we see why after a moment or so when AOW Heavyweight Champion Chris Jericho steps into frame and shows up on Oblivion for the first time since he didn’t physically show up last week. Jericho’s in his suit as usual, the AM boys in competitive attire.


Chris Jericho:
I’m very impressed with what you boys did to Samoa Joe. I was actually able to take a week off thanks to you.

~Jericho is walking in a circle around the tag team, almost like a hungry shark…

Chris Jericho:
But there’s still more work to be done. I, nor anyone else in that War Chamber with me can touch Christian Cage. But you gentlemen certainly can.

~Jericho stops his predacious circling and now gets close to both men’s faces, Nameth letting out an audible gulp

Chris Jericho:
I want you to maim him. Make sure he can’t walk out of this arena on his own power. I don’t care what that takes. Got it?

~Nameth and Hagar nod in agreement

Chris Jericho:
And if Samoa Joe tries to get in the way, well, I’ve got a plan for him too.

Nameth:
But Jericho, we just –

Chris Jericho:
Do not comment. Do not ask questions. I only say and then you only do. When you have paid your debt to me then, and only then, can you go off in search for your little princess. But before you can find her, you must slay the dragon, no? And for you, that dragon’s name is Christian Cage.

~Nameth and Hagar’s faces stern up before looking at each other before looking at the cold as ice Jericho and nodding. They then leave the scene, presumably to get ready for the main event. As they walk off, an all too sinister smirk spreads itself across Jericho’s face as we fade away…


Quote:
The entire screen begins to cut in and out of static until we’re brought to what looks like an executive office scene, a chair sitting behind a desk. The entire scene is dimly lit and grungy looking until the chair swivels around to reveal Chris Jericho in a suit and a sinister smirk.

Chris Jericho:
There is nothing wrong with your television set. Do not attempt to adjust the picture.


The scene throbs in static for a moment before returning to clarity, except this time, all color is sucked out of it and monochrome

Chris Jericho:
I am controlling transmission. If I wish to make it louder, I will bring up the volume.


The camera begins to slowly move towards Jericho, then it cuts away to the Hammerstein Ballroom losing their minds and cracking decibel levels

Chris Jericho:
If I wish to make it softer, I will tune it to a whisper.


It again flashes to Jericho staring hypnotically, then flashes back to Jericho holding the AOW Championship high to nothing but silence over the bodies of Rob Van Dam, Shawn Michaels, and Bryan Danielson

Chris Jericho:
I can reduce the focus to a soft blur…


The scene gets blurry and out of focus so much, that we can’t make it out anymore…

Chris Jericho:
…or sharpen it to crystal clarity.


When the picture reforms, we’re on a very close up shot in the office of Jericho, his eyes locked on us as though he truly is getting us under his control

Chris Jericho:
I will control the horizontal.


As he says that now, a scene flashes of a horizontal white line that trails behind Bobby Lashley as he spears Rob Van Dam through a table from the World Ablaze main event

Chris Jericho:
I will control the vertical.


Another scene flash, this one of a vertical white line following Ken Doane as he puts Paul Heyman through the announce table with the Sky High Leg Drop

Chris Jericho:
For the first several months of this company, I have dominated all and proven my worth. Now I need more lands to conquer.


We’re back to Jericho now, pulling away from his close up, his puppetmaster fingers interlocking with each other on the front of his desk, the color somewhat returning to the scene, but everything is tinted with a red and white hue

Chris Jericho:
And I won’t just go for more things alone. Oh no. You all are coming with me. I will control what you see and hear.


We continue to pull back from the desk, but Jericho’s eyes haven’t budged

Chris Jericho:
You are about to experience the awe and mystery which reaches from the inner mind to...The Outer Limits.


As Jericho says that, the wall behind him becomes draped with a tattered, bloody Canadian flag





~ART OF WAR WRESTING PRESENTS~

THE OUTER LIMITS
!!A THREE-HOUR PAY-PER-VIEW SPECIAL!!
Bell Centre - Montreal, Quebec, Canada
March 16th, 2008

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


~Backstage, Green Zone interview set…


The Miz:
I am Mike “The Miz” Mizanin here ladies and gents, back here in the Green Zone to excite you and ignite you with world-class wrestling journalism. But both guys I’m with this time aren’t really “exciting”. So without further ado, my guests at this time – the AOW Tag Team Champions, the World’s Greatest Tag Team!

~Benjamin and Haas enter the frame, but on opposite ends. There’s an unbelievable amount of tension here

The Miz:
Ugh…could you two act any more like a couple breaking up?

~Both Benjamin and Haas now sharply shift their stares to Miz, who seems to shit his pants for his second appearance in a row

The Miz:
Um…onto the interview then! Last week, we all saw what happened in your Tag Team Championship defense and your disagreement following. And we all saw the exclusive online footage of you two –

Benjamin:
We don’t need you to recap. We know what happened.

Haas:
Actually, we don’t exactly know what happened. But we’re moving past it because these titles mean more than just some disagreement.

~Miz sheepishly looks like he wants to get out of the way, the champs back to staring at one another

Benjamin:
Exactly. They mean we’re winners. By whatever means necessary.

Haas:
Without sacrificing honor. Right Shelton?

The Miz:
Uh…guys…

~Haas and Benjamin turn to look at Miz. When they do so, he directs them to behind Haas, both men now catching sight of TJ Wilson and Harry Smith – the Sons of the Dungeon

Haas
:
What do you guys want?

Wilson:
We didn’t mean to interrupt, but you told us last week that if you retained your titles, we’d resume our conversation.

Smith:
And while we don’t agree at all with how you guys actually did retain those titles…you did retain them.

~Haas shoots the unflinching Benjamin a look before Shelton steps forward and in the SOTD’s personal space

Benjamin:
Yeah. We did. So?

Wilson:
So now I don’t see any contenders for your titles. And Harry and I can’t think of anyone better to face you guys in the heart of Canada than the Sons of the Dungeon.

~There’s a pop heard from beyond the walls for that notion. Benjamin looks at Haas, almost daring him to give into the challenge and re-spark their problems. But…

Haas
:
You guys did pin us a few weeks ago. It would be nice to defend that honor…

~Haas shoots a glance at Benjamin

Haas
:
…but since I’ve been told I get out of hand with these things, I’ll leave it up to Shelton.

~Benjamin now looks at Haas before looking at the two youngsters before him…and giggles to himself

Benjamin:
You guys beating us a few weeks ago was a joke. So you guys facing us in Canada or anywhere else for that matter? That’d make us jokes. But these titles…these titles are serious business. When you guys wanna get serious…then we can resume this conversation.

~Benjamin walks off, Haas obviously not approving of the tone and Benjamin’s words. He gives the SOTD a look that lets them know that before going off, presumably after Benjamin. They leave the Sons to soak in their words as we fade away…


~Back at ringside…


We return to the ring area only to see a vast majority of the crowd LOSING THEIR SHIT, but we’re not exactly sure why. When we take a look back at the entrance ramp, we can see why, as Robert Szatowski is walking down an AOW ramp for the first time in two whole months. The anguished hero isn’t in any competitive attire, just in a black t-shirt and jeans and he comes down, sans any entrance music. Szatowski doesn’t look up to address anyone in the crowd, his head down and looking very similar to, but not as artificial, as Shawn Michaels did earlier. Like the soulless Michaels earlier, Szatowski has a look of intense regret in his eye, even when the entire arena is popping for him. Rob has a microphone in hand and proceeds to stand in the center of the ring.

“RVD!! RVD!! RVD!! RVD!!”


Szatowski:
Please…please stop chanting that…


“RVD!! RVD!! RVD!!”

Szatowski:
Please…please respect me enough to stop saying that…


“WHOLE FUCKIN’ SHOW!! WHOLE FUCKIN’ SHOW!! WHOLE FUCKIN’ SHOW!!”

Szatowski:
STOP THAT!! ALL OF YOU, STOP THAT!!

~The energized and smartass crowd are suddenly silenced by the wail of a broken man

Szatowski:
That’s not…that’s not who I am anymore. That name doesn’t have a meaning. And last week, I said some things that didn’t have meaning.

~Szatowski plays with his hair a bit

Szatowski:
I was…under an influence and I challenged Finlay to a Bar Room Brawl out of a fit of anger.

~Szatowski rubs his eyes

Szatowski:
But I wasn’t in the right frame of mind. I felt like I owed it to you fans and the production team and the promoters and everyone an apology for making you all think I’d end my retirement for a match tonight.

~Szatowski get a bit of disappointment heat for that one

Szatowski:
I’m Robert Szatowski and my time in this ring is at an end. I’m sorry for leading any of you on. Now please will you all leave me alone so I can –

???
Hey Robbie!! You stood me up, lad!

~Rob and the entire arena look up to the AOW Yin-Yang Big Screen, which now has a neck-up image of Dave Finlay, right at the Swift Bar

Finlay:
We were supposed to fight here, Robbie! You were supposed to finally show me what for.

~We get a shot of Szatowski staring angrily at the screen

Finlay:
You’re breakin’ my heart, Robbie. We were gonna have a breathtaking brawl.

~Finlay lets out the fakest sad face anyone has ever seen

Finlay:
So I guess I’m just gonna have to break your heart. An’ make it hard for you…

~The camera pans down from Finlay’s neck to show us Finlay’s arm WITH A DEATHGRIP AROUND SONYA SZATOWSKI’S NECK.

Finlay:
…to breathe.

Szatowski and the entire arena is paralyzed in shock, Sonya not able to call out for help to her husband or anything

Finlay:
You didn’t tell you lady you weren’t comin’ down here, Robbie? She came down here wantin’ to see you beat me up. But you weren’t here!

~On that, Finlay takes the choking Sonya and THROWS HER FACE FIRST INTO THE COUNTER. Any buzz in the bar stops when this happens, but Finlay develops a sick toothy grin

Finlay:
You see this, Robbie? This is what you wanted! You said wanted a Bar Room Brawl, so I’m givin’ it to ya!

Szatowski:
Your fight’s with ME, Finlay!! Let her go!!

Finlay:
You asked for a Bar Room Brawl, but you never said you wanted it. An’ I said I’d face a Szatowski…I never said it’d be with you!

~Finlay looks ominously now at the hurting Sonya before revealing what’s in his other hand…the dreaded shillelagh. Sonya tries to prop herself up from the bar and can be heard crying a bit before she stands up…

Szatowski:
STOP IT, FINLAY!!

Joey Styles:
No Finlay…please, God no…


…FINLAY CRACKS SONYA SZATOWSKI OVER THE HEAD WITH THE SHILLELAGH!!
Sonya drops lifelessly to the pub’s hardwood floor, her hair falling over her face and making her look like a woman broken. Finlay lets out a hearty, cruel, and evil laugh. We get a quick shot back to Rob in the ring, who look absolutely devastated. Rob drops the microphone in his hand in utter shock…before dropping to his knees.

He soon gets on his hands and knees, his head down and his face hidden. Never has anyone looked more like a broken man. The entire rambunctious audience has fallen deathly silent, no one knowing what to say, think, or feel at the moment. The screen has gone off, but from the shaking body of Robert Szatowski, he can still hear the laughter of a cruel Irishman ringing in his head. Stepping into frame after this whole moment is captured is Joey Styles, who has left the commentators table and tries to bring his old friend back to his feet. Szatowski won’t lift his head, let alone his body. The almost equally devastated Styles then doesn’t try to help Rob up, instead going down to talk to him on all fours. The image of Joey Styles trying to console a decimated Rob Szatowski is what we last see before we fade away…



**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


We return from the break, right back at the ringside booth with a look of genuine horror and concern etched on the face of Joey Styles.

Joey Styles:
Well ladies and gentlemen, um…we’ve seen the envelope be pushed here in AOW on a weekly, monthly basis. We’ve seen some of the most graphic things go down in this ring, but what just happened was…was just too much.

JBL:
Y’know, I’ve often called Dave Finlay the model of the perfect wrestler but after what just happened, I don’t know if I can call him the perfect human being.

Joey Styles:
If you can even call him a human being. There’s mind games and then there’s destructive, disgusting, and deliberate targeting of a single man. There’s absolutely nothing redeemable about what Dave Finlay just did.

JBL:
I’m all for things goin’ a little bit farther, but even I don’t think Rob Szatowski deserved that.

Joey Styles:
No. He didn’t. No one deserved to sit there and be powerless to stop what just happened.

JBL:
But even so, the show has to go on.


As wracked as the audience may be, the next thing we hear is “MEXICANO MUY LOCO”, with the team known as SuperPsicoStar making their way through the curtain to perhaps lighten the mood and lift the spirits. While their appearance gets a pop, it’s obvious the crowd is a bit drained. The three proud Mexicans take what they can get and play up to the fans all the way down the ramp and into the ring, ready to perhaps exact some revenge against the man who has disrespected them since he got here.

“QUEN SOY YO” blares out now, getting more negative viscosity than the pop did, as Carlito Colon comes down with his Samoan Fight Club in tow. Carlito takes a bit of his apple and pulls the mask of Aero Star out of his blazer pocket before saying a few things to both Siaki and Manu. Both of them nod before going around the ring to the ‘heel corner’. Carlito taunts his opponents by continually playing with the mask before taking his chewed up apple and spitting on it. Aero Star damn near rushes across the ring, but he has to be restrained by Crazy and Psicosis. Carlito and Siaki laugh a little, and even Manu gets a small smirk before the bell gets rung.

MATCH 2
~AOW Trios Tournament Rd. 2~
SuperPsicoStar
v.
Carlito Colon & Samoan Fight Club


All six men have a moment to showcase themselves for much of the early going, with Carlito being the man with the least amount of ringtime. Even so, every man is more than holding their own after roughly five minutes into things where we cut in to see Siaki as the legal man and trapping captain Super Crazy in an abdominal stretch. The crowd is just starting to get charged back up, trying as they might to get Super Crazy back into things. Crazy does manage to make it back to his feet, striking Siaki an knocking him aback and rebounding off the ropes…but Siaki counters with a BELLY TO BELLY SIDESLAM!! Siaki wraps himself around Crazy and slams him down WITH AUTHORITY for a cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Crazy keeps his team’s chances alive!

As Crazy turns over to try and perhaps start to crawl to his corner, he gets STRUCK IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH A SIAKI HAMMERFIST!! Under normal circumstances, this would just be a display of Siaki’s brutality, but given Crazy’s concussion situation, it could spell death. Siaki knows just how calculated the blow is, rolling Crazy back over and covering him again – 1…2…3-NO!! Psicosis dives into the ring to save his friend and his team’s chances. He’s rushed out by referee Justin King while Siaki drags Crazy on over to his corner and tags in Carlito. ‘Lito only seems interested now that Crazy has been picked apart somewhat, jumping in and ramming an elbow of his own into the back of Crazy’s head. He goes for a cover – 1…2…NO!! Crazy rolls a shoulder.

Colon now takes Crazy up by his curly top and twists around before slamming Crazy’s head back down once again with a nasty neckbreaker. Carlito with another roam over cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Crazy has enough in him to stay alive, kicking out and reaching towards his corner for some kind of hope tag. Carlito sees this and starts taunting Crazy, letting him get closer and closer to his corner before spitefully pulling him away by his tights before dropping him back down with a nasty back drop that gets him another cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Crazy again has some defiance in him, Carlito losing a bit of patience there.

We get a quick shot to the backstage area, where we see William Regal pointing at the screen and talking things over with Paul Burchill and Brent Albright. We then quickly but back to the action, where ‘Lito keeps his ‘cool’ about him, stomping on Crazy for good measure before going over to the ropes and checking their buoyancy. Colon then pulls something out of his hat and looks to go for a SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT…NOBODY HOME!! Crazy finds a way to roll out of the way before Carlito can flatten him! Crazy struggles, but rolls all the way into his corner to tag in Psicosis, who bursts into the ring and shows Carlito how a SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT is done, nailing Carlito in his ailing midsection in perfect order – 1…2…3-NO!! Siaki dives in to save his team captain now, clubbing Psicosis in the back to thwart the count.

Psicosis now takes out some of his frustrations with being called a ‘disgrace to Latinos’ on the man who said it, as he yells at the recovering Colon in Hispanic expletives. He caps that off when Carlito is still gripping his midsection on his knees, charging at the Puerto Rican with a NASTY STEP UP ENZEGUIRI!! Psicosis gets another cover on Carlito after making his heat go pop – 1…2…3-NO!! Carlito somehow rolls the shoulder, Psicosis recovering quickly and rebounding off the ropes to land square on the back of Carlito’s head with a running leg drop. Another cover from Psicosis here – 1….2…NO!! Carlito stays alive yet again!

The Bad Apple is spoiling SuperPsicoStar’s chances at glory, but he catches a break when Psicosis tries to whip him into the ropes. On the rebound, Psicosis lowers his head, only to get struck by a Carlito running knee lift. Carly rebounds off the opposite ropes from his continued momentum and finishes the combo with a clothesline!! Psicosis does down now, Colon again with a – 1…2…3-NO!! Psicosis shows a little bit of fight, but all the hopeful air seems to leave the arena when Carlito goes over to his corner to tag in the man beast, Manu.

Manu doesn’t waste any time, stepping into the ring and clubbing Psicosis over and over before nailing him with a hard elbow and whipping him into an empty corner. Manu sets him up before rushing at him and crackling his skeleton with a BODY AVALANCHE CORNER SPLASH!! Psicosis stumbles out of the corner barely able to keep his feet from noodling before Manu takes him totally down with a headbutt and going for a cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Psicosis rolls a shoulder a bit, irking Manu. The beastly Samoan then takes a little too much time trying to bring Psicosis back to his feet, giving the veteran enough time to catch Manu in a sitout jawbreaker!

This buys Psicosis a moment to recuperate before rushing off the ropes and nailing Manu with a SPINNING WHEEL KICK…BUT HE DOESN’T GO DOWN!! The 290-lb frame of Manu doesn’t go anywhere, although he’s dizzied. Psicosis decides to take that and rebound off the ropes again, leaping at the big man…but he gets caught. Manu spins with Psicosis draped across his chest now…SPINNING SIDE SLAM, PSICOSIS GETTING DRIVEN INTO THE CANVAS LIKE A DART!! Psicosis’ body even keeps spinning on the huge impact from the move and from the sheer power of Manu. When that happens, both Carlito and Siaki rush across the ring to bop Crazy and Aero Star off the apron as Manu covers Psicosis – 1…2…3…!!!

ELIMINATED: PSICOSIS at (10:20)

Psicosis is rolled outside of the ring while Manu lets out a roar of dominance, Carlito and Siaki patting him on the chest as they roam back to their corner. Aero Star and Super Crazy both slide into the ring despite the ref’s pleas and surprise Manu by nailing a DOUBLE DROPKICK!! Manu stumbles a bit doesn’t fall, causing both men to go for a SECOND DOUBLE DROPKICK, but again Manu won’t fall. Aero Star darts towards Manu while Super Crazy gets on all fours and provides a leaping point…but again, Manu catches him across this chest in midair! But Crazy is keenly behind Star, letting loose one more dropkick to Aero Star’s back that finally flattens Manu, Aero falling right on top of the big man! Crazy leaves so the referee can get a count going – 1…2…NO!! Manu slings Star’s aerodynamic body off of him!

Star stumbles to his feet after Manu’s display of power, the wild Samoan charging at Star who delivers a low dropkick that sends Manu face first into the second turnbuckle in his corner! The big man is surprisingly upended, but since he’s in his corner, Siaki slaps his partner on the back and gets himself back in. He rushes at Star only to get his clothesline ducked, but he surprises Star by nailing him with a back kick to the gut. Cocky Siaki then takes Star and delivers a nasty elbow show to his head before tossing him into an empty corner so hard that Star FLIPS OVER INTO A TREE OF WOE. The ever observant and opportunist Carlito now wants in, Siaki tagging him in and getting Caribbean Cool to dash across the ring an nail a DROPKICK RIGHT TO STAR’S FACE!! Carlito pulls Star out of the corner and look to embarrass him once again – 1…2…3-NO!! Star keeps himself in this!

Carlito doesn’t sweat it too much, taking Star now and tossing him into the opposite corner. Colon then charges at the corner clad Star once again, but Star manages to get a boot up and sock Carlito in the face. Star then steps onto the second rope and leaps from it directly onto Carlito’s shoulders before spinning around…HURRICANRANA PIN!! Aero Star hooks a leg and tries to get a surprise win for the second leg in a row – 1…2…3-NO!! Carlito manages to unhook a leg and force Star off of him, Star rebounding off the ropes and back towards Carlito – TILT A WHIRL BACKBREAKER!! Another cover from Colon – 1…2…3-NO!! Star throws up a shoulder once again, Carlito a little more irate. He takes Star and tosses him back into the ropes, but as he does, Aero Star knocks Carlito off his feet with the HANDSPRING ELBOW!! Star has to take a moment to tend to his still ailing back, but he covers Colon – 1…2…3-NO!! Star can’t keep Colon down!

Carlito actually pounds the mat for Star’s determination, and when Star gets back to his feet, is met with Carlito hoisting him on his shoulders and sending him splatting with a FIREMAN’S CARRY FLAPJACK!! Carlito then taunts Star after the move, stalking him from behind. As he does so, Super Crazy starts making a hoopla on the apron. Carlito orders that Siaki and Manu to dart across the ring, both members of the Fight Club going after Crazy…who lowers the top rope and sends both men tumbling over! Manu tumbles all the way down, but Siaki lands hard on his ankles, able to regain his footing and yank Crazy off the apron with a BACKDROP TO THE FLOOR!! Carlito catches Star from behind with the BACKSTABBER…NO!! Star hangs onto a top rope and sends ‘Lito tumbling, causing Star to catch Carlito in a sunset pin – 1…2…NO!! Carlito swings it back, sitting on Star’s chest now – 1…2…NO!! Star once again reverses it into a sunset – 1…2…NO!! Carlito swings the momentum back one more time, but this time on the count, he reaches for Aero Star’s mask to get him to cover up – 1…2…NO!! Carlito’s death grip on the mask is thwarted when Star shifts the momentum once again and turns it into a prawn hold – 1…2…3…!!!

Winners: SuperPsicoStar at (14:14)

He did it again!! Aero Star literally pulls one out of the either for the second tournament match in a row! Carlito is in utter disbelief, his fixation on embarrassing Aero Star’s mask for a second time costing him dearly! The pinning of the captain is the downfall of another team, despite the losing team losing a member. Aero Star rolls out of the ring and is joined on the ramp by Psicosis, who comes rushing back to help celebrate. Both men go over to the downed Super Crazy to try and help him up while Carlito still looks on with a horrified look.


Joey Styles:
Well for yet another leg in the tournament, Aero Star pulls one out of his hat to pull a fast one on Carlito!

JBL:
No he didn’t. He pulled one out of the hat the last time he did it. He didn’t win that at all. He just robbed it from Carlito!

Joey Styles:
What’re you talking about? He just pinned Carlito right here in front of us! The Bad Apple’s own obsession with Aero Star’s mask cost him and his team the entire Tournament! Now they won’t have a shot to face Mercenaries, Inc. for a chance to increase their client pool.

JBL:
An’ those undeserving Mexican bastards get to go to Canada? First they invade the US an’ now we’re lettin’ them steal a ticket to the north? This is preposterous!

Joey Styles:
Keep your border patrol hat on. But indeed, team SuperPsicoStar or PsicoSuperStar or whatever their name will be in less than three weeks-time will now…uh-oh. We’ve seen this before…


What Joey is referring to is when both members of the Samoan Fight Club recover and stop the winning team from getting their last member, beating them all upside their heads. Psicosis and Aero Star fall, while Carlito rolls out to retrieve Super Crazy. They set all three men back inside the ring and continue beating them down. Much like they did in the first leg of the tourney, the SFC take both members of the Mexicools and drag them close to ring corners. Meanwhile, Carlito beat the head in of Aero Star before stopping when both Siaki and Manu make it to the top ropes. Carlito brings a groggy Star up to his feet before looking to direct traffic to his teammates…a BACKCRACKER/DOUBLE SAMOAN SPLASH spectacle seems on the way…but suddenly…

**619 ESTA VIVO**

THAT’S…THAT’S REY MYSTERIO!! REY MYSETERIO IS BACK!! No one’s seen Mysterio for four months!! He rushes down the ramp to a big pop, no one wanting to see even more beatdowns for the evening! Mysterio immediately leaps up onto the apron and knocks Siaki off the rope that he’s on top of all the way to the floor! With that distraction, Carlito stops trying to beat down Aero Star and instead goes after Mysterio, but he’s met with a furious batch of punches from the smaller competitor! Manu is trying to climb off the top rope, but now he gets dropped off the top by the trio of SuperPsicoStar!!

Mysterio and Carlito are still going at it, with Mysterio managing to hit Carlito with a dropkick…and he lands on the middle rope!! The crowd pops big for what’s to come, Mysterio going to dial up the 619…NO!! Siaki pulls his partner from between the ropes, Manu soon joining them on their way up the ramp. Mysterio is in the ring with his beaten up Latino companions, Aero Star having to be held up by Mysterio himself. The four luchadors stand beaten, but still ready for a fight as they watch their destruction loving foes head away.


Joey Styles:
What a return for Rey Mysterio! Coming back to save his fellow countrymen!

JBL:
Oh my lord. As if this could get any better.

Joey Styles:
Rey Mysterio has returned after being out for four excruciating months to put a stop to the ‘Latino Savior’ himself, Carlito Colon! How can you not love the fact that Mysterio’s back to help his fellow luchadors?

JBL:
Oh look. How cute. Now we can deport’em all at once.

Joey Styles:
As usual, JBL not joining in on the fun, but there’ll be now “We Destroy” tonight form Carlito and the Samoan Fight Club because now that man, Rey Mysterio, is back on the scene and it looks like he’s a man on a mission. The AOW Trios Tournament may be all but over, but we’ve still got more to come tonight folks because we’ve still got a huge tag team main event – Christian Cage comes to his friend Samoa Joe’s aid to take down the team of American Made!

JBL:
Trust me, you don’t wanna miss that!

Joey Styles:
That’s later on, but coming up on the other side of the break, whether Antonio Banks is here or not, CM Punk’s gonna call him out! Punk addresses “The Boondock Saint” next!

JBL:
Can this night get any worse for me?


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**



When we return from the break, “MISERE CANTARE – THE BEGINNING” hits the airwaves now, as the Dynasty Champion himself, CM Punk, bursts through the blood-red curtain, fresh off of getting blasted for the second time in three weeks with a championship belt. His “One Dark Flame” T-shirt and wrestling tights doesn’t hide his face at all, which is twisted in very apparent rage. His dark hair further adds to this effect before he steps into the ring and asks for a microphone.

Punk:
Last week, I got absolutely clocked in the head by a championship belt when I was trying to fight for ‘respect’.

~Punk scratches at his cheek as the crowd expresses their displeasure with the Tag title match finish

Punk
:
But I guess I should be used that kind of stuff by now. I mean, a few weeks before that, the same thing happened to me immediately after I had defended my Dynasty Championship. Right after I felt I had earned ‘respect’.

~Punk wipes his hand over his mouth

Punk
:
Now the guy that hit me last week obviously has a few issues he needs to work out. But he’s still a champion. So am I. And I’ve got bigger fish to fry. Bigger fish like that other guy. A guy who calls himself “The Boondock Saint”.

~Some heat being thrown as Punk says that name

Punk
:
Yeah, I’m kind of disappointed too. I said that I wouldn’t address Mr. Banks directly until I met him face to face. That’s kind of what I do. And I do that out of respect.

~Punk quickly brushes some of his hair out of his face

Punk
:
But after hearing Antonio’s race-fueled rant a few weeks back, I can’t say I have any respect for a man like that.

~A pop as Punk looks around him

Punk
:
See Banks, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I’ll preach it until the day they bury me in these X’s – this is a wrestling company, where differences are settled in a wrestling ring. No matter what you say or do, it all has to amount to what happens between the bell and between these ropes.

~A bit of applause from the crowd, Punk pointing from the timekeeper to the ropes around him

Punk
:
So as angry a black man as you are, and while there may be just a tad of validity to what you say, all they are are words. So you made a big impact. You got the entire wrestling world talking about you. You talked a big game. Now what’re you gonna do about it?

~Punk opens his available arm, almost as if he’s inviting in a phantom

Punk
:
What you’re doing about it is not showing up. I don’t know what your excuse is for not being here tonight, but if this is what you’re doing with your opportunity, I’m sure even your ‘brothas in arms’ should be pissed at you for squandering what you say you’ve had to work so hard for.


As Punk gets another ‘preaching to the choir’ pop from the crowd, it suddenly whips into a bit of buzz, as an unfamiliar rap tune called “HOLLA TO THE WORLD” goes over the sound system. Punk turns his attention towards the now flickering big screen and anticipating an arrival…and he gets it when Antonio Banks steps through the curtain to a sound ovation of heat. He’s not wearing the outlandish colors he had on in his last appearance, but he’s still in a very garish cream colored suit, black tie, and of course, the Gucci shoes. His crucifix necklace is apparently tucked underneath his shirt, his eyes hidden by his trademark sunglasses. He doesn’t bother walking down the ramp, just staying up on the entrance stage.

Banks:
How about you shut the hell up and stop speaking for me?

~A stronger round of heat

Banks:
That means y’all too!

~Predictably, even stronger heat

Banks:
CM Punk. The lame duck Dynasty Champion himself. I said I’d be here and here I am.

Punk:
Oh, yeah. Congrats. So why don’t you and your JC Penny suit and Gucci shoes come on down that ramp and get in this ring with me?

~Punk gets another pop as he leans on the ropes nearest the ramp, goading Banks on

Banks:
Now see, you already messed up. Since you don’t know anything about anything, CM Punk, lemme give you a little lesson – don’t you ever insult a black man’s choice in threads.

~As he says that, Banks pops the collar of his much-too-expensive-for-JC Penny jacket

Punk:
Oh, how rude of me. How racially inconsiderate of me. I guess that must make me a racist, huh?

~Smartass Punk strikes again

Banks:
Now see, you done already messed up again. I ain’t never said “CM Punk is a racist”. I said the professional wrestling industry was prejudiced as hell. But hell, seein’ as how you love to sit here and preach about how you’re a “real professional wrestler”, maybe you are a piece of prejudiced scum.

~Another round of heat as Punk rolls his eyes

Banks:
I mean, it’s people like you that really disgust me. You have this vendetta against guys who look like me who’ve taken these opportunities and become successful.

Punk:
What the hell are you talking about?

Banks:
Now see, you done messed up a third time. Lemme teach you somethin’ else, Punk – don’t ever interrupt a black man when he’s in the middle of preachin’ a sermon.

~Yet another round of heat, Punk turning away in disgusted disbelief

Banks:
Don’t laugh at that. White guys like you feel threatened when a man, a black man, becomes more successful than you. Your ‘inferiority complex’ goes haywire when a guy who grew up in the slums is poised to take somethin’ you hold so precious away from you.

Punk:
Now see, you done messed up, Antonio.

~The crowd gives an initial pop for the reversing of Banks’ phrase

Punk
:
See, I don’t know whether you have this warped view of every white guy being out to get you or what, but I grew up in those same slums. My family and I had to scratch and claw our way to get whatever it was that we wanted. I was raised as a, well as my last rival would put it – a ‘street rat’. And I’m damn proud of that.

~A pop for the passionate Punk there

Banks
:
Oh, poor little whitey! You didn’t have everything growin’ up. Boo hoo. Get to the back.

~…and it whiplashes right into some Banks heat

Banks:
That’s why a few weeks ago, I said you know nothing, Punk. It ain’t just enough that I grew up in the darkest slums of all in Liberty City. It’s that I’m a black man who grew up in the darkest slums of all in Liberty City.

~Punk wipes his mouth again, possibly hiding his mouth to what he really wants to say to Banks

Banks:
Whether you wanna admit it or not, whether you wanna say it or not, black men don’t have the same opportunities as guys like you. A white man born with nothing who works his way up the ladder? That’s called the “American Dream”.

~Banks paces a little on the stage

Banks:
But when a black man even tries to even think about workin’ his way up the ladder, he’s turned away because of that same past that white man is revered for. Black men can’t have ‘American Dreams’.

~Banks stops pacing and turns back towards Punk down the aisle

Banks:
So instead, we try and take’em. We try and grab what we can’t have and never let go. But we get vilified for it. The American Dream was never ours to have. But here and now, I’m officially throwing out the challenge to you, Punk. At The Outer Limits, I will take my American Dream in that Dynasty Championship from you. I will begin my journey to the Promised Land. I’ll show you why I am truly “The Boondock Saint”.

~Banks finally lowers his microphone, waiting for Punk’s reply as the crowd buzzes. Banks raises his sunglasses and we can see his intense eyes, not taking his gaze off of Punk

Punk
:
I understand that life’s not easy. But you have to understand that life’s not easy for anybody, no matter what color you are or where you come from. So you can tell me all the Liberty City stories you want, but it just makes you another guy. And you challenging me for my Dynasty Championship just makes you another guy in my way.

~More buzz on that one, as Punk gets serious there


Punk
:
So Antonio Banks, I’ll gladly accept your challenge, but on one condition.

~Punk holds up one finger

Punk
:
You put up or shut up. All you have to do is have a match next week. Hell, you can pick the opponent, I don’t care. I just want you to put your money where your mouth is and get in this ring and actually wrestle. Actually show me why you’re the Boondock Saint.

~The attention now shifts back to Banks, who smirks before letting out a little chuckle and putting the mike to his mouth again

Banks:
Fine. I accept. I’ll have my first match in AOW right here, next week.

~The crowd actually pops for this

Banks:
But I’m warnin’ you, Punk. You want me to put my money where my mouth is and pretty soon…I’ll be puttin’ that belt…

~Banks points to the Dynasty Championship

Banks:
…where my waist is.

~Banks smirks away as the crowd throws heat on him for that incredibly cocky line, but Punk isn’t backing down

Punk
:
Then it’s official. You can run your mouth all you want and tell me that you’re “The Boondock Saint”. But at The Outer Limits…I’m gonna show you why I’m a Second City Saint.


Punk drops his microphone to the mat and leans off the ropes to a roaring crowd, the camera going back up to see Banks’ smirk grow even wider before flipping his sunglasses back on and “HOLLA TO THE WORLD” again hitting the sound system as he walks back out through the curtain


~Cut to announce table…


Joey Styles:
Well it looks like we’ve got one more match to add to The Outer Limits here tonight! If Antonio Banks makes good on his promise to have match next week, it looks like it’ll be CM Punk defending his Dynasty Championship against Banks.

JBL:
Someone please get the gold off this straight-edge fool an’ I’d like it to be no one better than a guy who has a well-documented purpose for being here. Go spread your word, Antonio!

Joey Styles:
Also in JBL favorite news, we have the finals of our first ever AOW Trios Tournament set for a big stage in the Belle Center – Mercenaries, Inc. advanced last week and tonight, team SuperPsicoStar or whatever their name might be by that time, have both fought tooth and nail to make it there. It’s the AOW Trios Tournament Finals and it’s gonna be huge!!

JBL:
An’ not too long ago, we got a little bit of a preview in what we might get for the Cruiserweight Championship.

Joey Styles:
That’s right, partner and we’ve just received big news regarding that match. Bryan Danielson says he’s beyond talking and wants so bad to beat the pulp out of Gregory Helms. These two men who have been feuding since the very inception of AOW, but we just got word moments ago that this match will be contested under “Final Encounter” rules. What that means is that after The Outer Limits, Bryan Danielson and Gregory Helms will never face off for the Cruiserweight Championship ever again!

JBL:
We were also told that the match has to have a winner, so those two could go at it all night!

Joey Styles:
Indeed they could, but the match on everyone’s mind no matter what your motivation is the Triple Threat match for the AOW Heavyweight Championship. We saw Christian Cage remind Shawn Michaels that he’s in the exact same position he was in months ago, but not feeling sorry for him. Chris Jericho may be playing both of these men like the fiddle, but it’ll all come to a boil in less than three weeks in the Belle Center!

JBL:
It’s already a hellova card, Joey!

Joey Styles:
Indeed it is, but Christian will have to wait until then to get his hands on Jericho. But coming up next, Christian and Samoa Joe will be getting their hands on Jericho’s latest underlings, American Made. One of the best young tag teams in AOW have to do Jericho’s dirty work against Cage and Joe. And that’s up next!!



Quote:
*Video Package*

Narrator:
It has been said that in times of war, prepare for peace…


A shot of what looks like two dignified men by a throne, one in Chinese emperor attire and the other in Japanese samurai attire, shaking hands

Narrator:
…and in times of peace, prepare for war.


In the land behind and beneath them, we see what looks like two armies raging towards one another as storm clouds gather…

Narrator:
The AOW Offseason is amidst us.


…only for both armies to fall once the scene starts raining, the land becoming mud and the screen to cut to black

Narrator:
But once it is over…


The screen lights back up on what looks like several men trying to get up and out of the bog

Narrator:
…a new dynasty shall arise!


Finally, one man is successful and glistens in the light. He goes over to what looks like a mountain and begins to climb…but he’s suddenly hounded by legions of other men making their way through the mud…

Narrator:
Thirty-two men…


All of those mud bogged, battle-ravaged men try to climb this mountain, all the while trying to knock the other ones off of it

Narrator:
…one goal…


The man who first started climbing begins to pull away after watching many of his comrades turned competitors fall

Narrator:
To win the 2008 Dynasty Tournament and get a shot at the AOW Heavyweight Championship…


The man now appears to reach the top of the cliff…

Narrator:
…and become a one-man dynasty!


The man reaches the peak of the mountain and sees that it is the throne the two men shook hands beside…and the victorious climber sits upon the throne

THE 1ST ANNUAL AOW DYNASTY TOURNAMENT
Beginning June 4th


*End Package*


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


As we return from the break, we can already hear ‘WE AS AMERICANS’ blasting over the sound system, with American Made marching down the ramp. They don’t have a whole lot of their signature cocky flair, both men knowing that they’re merely being used as devices by Jericho, who doesn’t appear to be coming down the ramp with the gentlemen. While Hagar again remains more focused, it’s Nameth who looks through the first few rows of the crowd, perhaps trying to still find that blonde woman in hopes that she got here on her own.

As they finish setting up in the ring, “JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES” hits the system for the second time tonight, the pop not any smaller than it was at the top of the broadcast when Christian Cage steps through the curtain. The intensity in his eyes is very much quelled for the moment, but he’s obviously a very focused man, settling at the base of the ramp and waiting for his tag team partner.

“MAMA SAID KNOCK YOU OUT” shoots out for the first time in several weeks across the Hammerstein, Samoa Joe stepping out and almost getting as big a reaction as Christian. Joe looks much more furious than Christian does, so much so that he damn near marches a hole through the ramp on his way down. Christian has to stop him and tell him to calm down a bit, Joe staring daggers through the team that assaulted him last week.

MAIN EVENT
Christian Cage & Samoa Joe
v.
American Made


The contest starts as a back and forth affair, but American Made obviously works together more often, leaving neither man in the match for too extended a period of time. Joe and Cage hold their own, however, and more than make up for not being an ‘official’ tag team. After about eight minutes of action, it’s Christian Cage and Nick Nameth who are the legal men. Cage starts pulling away after a nasty neckbreaker. He goes for a cover – 1…2…NO!! Nameth manages to find a way out of that, but Christian gets to his feet and starts sizing up Nameth from behind, perhaps getting set up for the UNPRETTIER…NO!! Nameth surprises Cage by unhooking his arms and sending Christian into the ropes before sending Cage right back at Nameth to eat a PICTURE PERFECT DROPKICK!! It sounds like a Superkick and flatlines Christian, getting Nameth a crawl over cover -1….2…NO!! Cage manages to throw a shoulder up!

Nameth doesn’t let that get to him, instead jumping on Christian as he tries to recover and grounds him with a side headlock, both men flat and Christian almost looking choked. Nameth holds the rest hold in for a while to try and drain Cage and just when Christian seems to be coming to life, Nameth starts performing what looks like a headstand in the middle of the move…before snapping back down into a seated position and re-cranking the pain of the hold. Throwing some show-off nature there, Nameth has enough gusto left in him to drag Cage a little towards his corner and get a tag in to Hagar, who preys on the prone and drained Christian by jumping in and nailing a HAGARBOMB!! The corner sling splash leaps right over Nameth and crunches Cage’s midsection, Hagar now with a cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Cage stays alive!

Hagar doesn’t waste any time, now trapping Cage by his feet – tying them up and pulling up on his face. The more annoyed than in pain Christian throws Hagar’s hand from off of his nose, but Hagar keeps his hand there and even pulls up on Christian’s teeth, despite referee admonishment. It’s Hagar’s turn then to maneuver towards his corner and once again tag in Nameth, who enters almost as dynamically as Hagar did moments ago by nailing a leapfrog elbow drop!! Nameth leaps cleanly over the top rope into the fray elbow first, another cover on Jericho’s #1 contender – 1…2…NO!! Cage still manages to survive, but he’s being relentlessly targeted by the American’s corner.

Nameth again tries to perhaps wear down the determined contender, but Cage this time manages to hit Nameth with an elbow, shrugging him away. Cage then tries to follow up on the elbow with a Reverse DDT Drop, but Nameth short arm twists his way out of that and surprises Christian and all in attendance with a JUMPING DDT!! Cage is spiked face-first into the canvas, Nameth with another chance at the cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Once again, Christian won’t go down! Samoa Joe is happy to see that, trying his best to get the crowd behind his ailing partner. Nameth doesn’t like that at all, turning around and getting hot headed at Joe, but the take-no-shits Joe immediately tries to enter the ring to shut him up. Referee Mahoney has to stop Joe and turn his back to the heel corner, only for them to predictibuly take advantage by shoving Christian in the corner and having Hagar’s long legs choke him with a boot.

When the ref turns around, the innocent Americans are back to normal, Nameth now hoisting Cage on the top rope. He’s looking for something impressive here, not opting to climb to the top rope with Cage. Instead, he walks a few steps back, even looking back and taunting Joe for a moment before running at Christian and leaping… A SUPER JUMPING DDT…NO!! Cage doesn’t let that happen, stopping Nameth as he leaps and throws him back onto the canvas!! Cage then turns and knocks Hagar off the corner while he’s still perched on the top rope before he sets his feet on the middle rope and awaits the rib-clutching Nameth to get back to his feet…TORNADO DDT!! TORNADO DDT!! Both men are lain flat out on the canvas! It’s time for the crawling game, as the crowd tries to get Cage into his corner, trying to help him with every inch he travels towards his corner. Nameth reaches his corner and tags in Hagar, but almost immediately afterwards, Christian gets the hot tag gets in to Samoa Joe

Joe rushes in, greeted by the now legal Jack Hagar, but he gets cut off with a hard clothesline! Hagar pops back up to his feet after the hit, rushing right back at Joe with a clothesline attempt of his own only for Joe to duck underneath and force Jack into a corner. Joe has his back to Hagar…and nails him with the CCS ENZEGURI!! Hagar falls from his position on back out of the ring, but Joe gets caught from behind when Nameth suddenly leaps onto his back and locks in a sleeper hold! Nameth is pulling surprise after surprise here, Joe actually dropping to his knees from the sleeper hold taking effect. Just when it looks like Nameth might actually be able to pull off the rare sleeper victory, Joe springs back to life and adjusts Nameth on his back before dropping him onto the canvas with a nice SAMOAN DROP!! Joe can’t go for a cover, but instead exalts in adrenaline, the entire crowd getting energized with him.

Joe can’t go for a cover, just trying to get this guy out of his hair. Nameth, perhaps instinctively, rolls out of the way and more towards his corner when Hagar bursts into the ring and knocks Joe off of his feet with a running boot, temporarily stopping the big man’s momentum. But as he does so, he gets in the way of a now angry tank of a man in Samoa Joe as he goes on the assault. But when he lunges at Hagar, Nameth, using the ropes to hold himself up, kicks Goose Mahoney right in Joe’s path, the Samoan DECAPITATING THE REFEREE!!

This minor distraction gives Hagar the leverage to now surprise Joe with a double leg takedown, also allowing Nameth to come in and start double teaming Joe. Hagar starts directing traffic to do so, but he doesn’t notice that someone is behind him until it’s too late…FLASHPOINT!! Christian nails the taller All-American with the diving European uppercut!! Nameth now leaps off of Joe’s body and towards Christian, but Cage is head, ducking underneath a clothesline attempt and nailing Nameth with the INVERTED FACELOCK BACKBREAKER!! The crowd is white hot now, but there’s no referee to count anything if they wanted to. All those crowd pops slowly become nervous buzz when everyone looks up the ramp to see someone no one wants to see…AOW Champion Chris Jericho, standing on the entrance stage, a smug look plastered on his “God”-ly face. The re-energized Christian is stopped dead when he gets a look of the man he hates more than life itself, the madness reawakening in his eyes.

But Jericho’s not alone. He never is. Coming from behind the curtain now is none other than Paul “The Great” Wright, showing up for the first time a little while. His presence isn’t any less intimidating, Christian now prepping for a fight. The commentators point out, however, that if Wright is to attack Christian, Jericho is stripped of his title. What’s to come here…well, we find out when Christian is cut down from behind by the recovering members of American Made, who take Christian up and destroy him with a DOUBLE SUPLEX!! Christian is forced to roll to the floor after taking the move, but now it’s Joe who is completely at the mercy of three men – Nameth, Hagar, and now, Paul Wright.

Joe tries to fight back doing the best he can as the One Man Army, even staring to evenly hold all three men back, but a chop block from Hagar puts a stop to that. A few blows later, Joe gets tossed through the middle ropes to the floor in front of the announce table, Wright following him while American Made stays in the ring. AM now looks up the entrance ramp to see Jericho with the smirk etched into his face. Back to the action, Wright slaps his ham-like hands across Joe’s chest, but Joe once again begins to fight back and tries to cap it off with a RUNNING ENZEGUIRI…KNOCKOUT PUNCH!! KNOCKOUT PUNCH!! Joe is all out of it now, but he doesn’t fall! Just like he’s done when taking them move before, the big man won’t fall, but it still allows Wright to goozle Joe around the neck…AND CHOKESLAM HIM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE DESK!! OHH MY GAAAD!!

“HOLY SHIT” chants are going around the arena as one big man makes another come crashing down!! Just as quickly as Wright appeared, he galumphs away back up the ramp, Jericho’s smirk erupting into a smile. Wright actually steps on back through the curtain, but Jericho stays, overlooking the damage before he starts coming down the ramp and by ringside. The boys of American Made are busy trying to get Joe’s dead weight back into the ring while Jericho walks down, Hagar climbing on top of the Samoan Machine. Nameth tries to shake some life into Goose Mahoney, who crawls over and has to shake some cobwebs out to make the injured referee slow count. Will Joe’s undefeated streak end here? 1………2………3-NO!! CHRISTIAN CAGE SAVES IT!! Cage dives in at the very last second and saves both Joe and his team!!

Both Nameth and Jericho seem to be beside themselves on that, but all they can both do is throw little tantrums! Cage gets back to his corner and holds his hand out, desperate to help Samoa Joe get the tag, but Joe isn’t moving. Hagar, the more collected of his trio, gets onto a knee and starts stomping on Joe and dropping a hard elbow on him for another cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Joe kicks out on his own! Nameth runs his hands through his hair as Hagar now waits for Joe to recover, rebounding off the ropes to try and hit him with something big…SCRAPBUSTER!! JOE COUNTERS BIG TIME!! Both men are lain completely out yet again, this time being Hagar and Joe, the crowd once again popping big for what should be an even hotter tag than the first…AND JOE GETS THERE!!

Hagar isn’t near his corner, allowing Nameth to jump into the ring and try to take Christian by surprise, but Cage stays a step ahead and BACK BODY DROPS NAMETH OVER THE TOP ROPE!! Hagar FLIPS and hits the floor hard with a sickening SPLAT! Hagar stumbles to his feet and tries to blindly assault Cage as well, but Christian twists around his clothesline attempt and turns it into the REVERSE DDT DROP!! The crowd is once again on fire, Cage now looking to prep for the UNPRETTIER…BUT JERICHO GRABS HIS FOOT!!! It’s out of the referee’s line of view, but it causes Christian to turn around and glare a hole through Jericho. The Worthy Champion and his challenger stand deadlocked in a staring war only for Christian to turn around to face Hagar and gets caught in a GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB!! Hagar catches him in a hellova move – 1…2…3…NO!!! CHRISTIAN THROWS UP A SHOULDER!!

Jericho is infuriated even more, trying his best not to show it, while the crowd goes nuts around him. Hagar tries to stay his focused self, but it’s not working so much as he looks incredibly flustered on that. He awaits for Cage to get to his feet and looks like he’s going now for the RED, WHITE, AND BLUE THUNDERBOMB…NO!! Christian flips out of the move and winds up behind Hagar, hooking both his arms and twisting around…UNPRETTIER!! UNPRETTIER CONNECTING!! Hagar’s face is driven into the canvas as Cage now goes for a cover – 1…2…3…!!

Winners: Christian Cage & Samoa Joe at (19:01)

Christian climbs off of Hagar’s body to a wild pop, raising his arm in hard-fought victory. He doesn’t wait for the referee to raise it for him, instead going over to check on Samoa Joe, who is lain out on the apron and still isn’t so much as responding after his devastating chokeslam bump. Jericho hasn’t left ringside, his face beet red in anger and frustration.


Joey Styles:
Despite Chris Jericho’s loophole roping, it’s Christian Cage and Samoa Joe that stand tall!

JBL:
Maybe you’re not watchin’ the same thing I am because as far as I can see, Samoa Joe is out.

Joey Styles:
That may be true, but Christian and Samoa Joe found a way around Jericho’s strategy and just plain went out there and won! You’re the one who is always saying that wins and losses are what matter, John. Don’t tell me you’re gonna go back on that now!

JBL:
I never said that! Just look with your own two eyes, Joey! Joe can’t stand, Christian’s beat up, an’ our announce table’s gone ‘BOOM’! You tell me who really won this one.

Joey Styles:
I’ll tell you – CHRISTIAN AND SAMOA JOE. You must be deaf, John. Wait, what’s this…oh no…


The ever reactive Styles is talking about the fact that the crowd is buzzing uncontrollably. Christian’s still trying to tend to a downed Samoa Joe, not seeing who is behind him. It’s not Chris Jericho because he’s still visible at ringside. Someone else has come into the ring and is waiting for Cage to turn around…SWEET CHIN MUSIC…TO NICK NAMETH?!? Shawn Michaels is the man who rushed down into the ring, but he defends Christian as Nameth tried to attack him with his back turned…?

Joey Styles:
What…what’s the meaning of this…? Shawn Michaels is watching Christian’s back…?

JBL:
What the hell is Shawn Michaels thinkin’ now?

Joey Styles:
I’m not quite sure, but I can almost promise you these actions are not approved by Paul Heyman.


The final image we get on this edition of Oblivion is that of Shawn Michaels begetting more questions once again, as he helps Christian Cage get Samoa Joe to his feet. While that happens, Chris Jericho walks back up the ramp, AOW Championship over his shoulder and an all too familiar puppetmaster smirk coming over his face…was this all in the plan too? What’s HBK’s play? These questions are all over the place now as we

Fade…

To…

Black…

END SHOW




THE OUTER LIMITS
The Belle Centre – Montreal, Quebec, Canada
March 16th, 2008
*Current Card*


~AOW Heavyweight Championship~
The Worthy Champion Chris Jericho(c) v.
The Man on the Moon Christian Cage v.
The Heart break Kid Shawn Michaels

~AOW Dynasty Championship~
The Second City Saint CM Punk(c) v. The Boondock Saint Antonio Banks

~AOW Cruiserweight Championship~
*The Final Encounter*

The American Dragon Bryan Danielson(c) v. Gregory Helms

~AOW Trios Tournament Finals~
Mercenaries, Inc.v. SuperPsicoStar




This show frustrated the piss out of me for various reasons. Hope it doesn't turn anyone away. Also let this be a disclaimer that the next few shows are gonna be PACKED with plenty of potentially heavy stuff. But again, hope all are well. Should maybe spread a few words around if this week permits.




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