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

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

4.*Unsanctioned Match*
The Whole F’n Show Rob Van Dam v. The Fighting Irishman Finlay

6.~AOW Dynasty Championship~
The Second City Saint CM Punk(c) v. The Boondock Saint Antonio Banks

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

7.~The Unstoppable Force vs. The Immovable Object~
The One Man Army Samoa Joe v. Paul “The Great” Wright

3.~AOW Tag Team Championships~
World’s Greatest Tag Team(c) v. Sons of the Dungeon

5.~Grudge Match~
The Biggest Little Man Rey Mysterio v. The Bad Apple Carlito Colon

1.~AOW Trios Tournament Finals~
Mercenaries, Inc.v. Tres Reyes


Bonus Bids!!
1) Predict the match order Yip.
2) What will be the longest match? Jericho/Michaels/Christian
3) What will be the shortest match? Mysterio/Carlito
4) Will there be any surprise appearances? If so, by whom? I'll go for Tommy Dreamer in the Van Dam/Finlay match
5) Will there be blood? If so, what match(es)? Van Dam/Finlay and probably Joe/Wright too
6) Who gets the winning fall in the Trios Tournament Finals? Aero Star
7) Who takes the losing fall in the AOW Championship match? I think it should be Jericho
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Old 05-09-2013, 10:44 AM   #232 (permalink)
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THE OUTER LIMITS
The Belle Centre – Montreal, Quebec, Canada
March 16th, 2008
*Final Card*

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

6. Unsanctioned Match*
The Whole F’n Show Rob Van Dam v. The Fighting Irishman Finlay

4. ~AOW Dynasty Championship~
The Second City Saint CM Punk(c) v. The Boondock Saint Antonio Banks

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

2. ~The Unstoppable Force vs. The Immovable Object~
The One Man Army Samoa Joe v. Paul “The Great” Wright

3. ~AOW Tag Team Championships~
World’s Greatest Tag Team(c) v. Sons of the Dungeon

5. ~Grudge Match~
The Biggest Little Man Rey Mysterio v. The Bad Apple Carlito Colon

7. ~AOW Trios Tournament Finals~
Mercenaries, Inc.v. Tres Reyes


Bonus Bids!!
1) Predict the match order Done
2) What will be the longest match? Triple Threat
3) What will be the shortest match? Trios Tournament
4) Will there be any surprise appearances? If so, by whom? Paul Heyman Mick Foley
5) Will there be blood? If so, what match(es)? Unsanctioned Match Triple Threat
6) Who gets the winning fall in the Trios Tournament Finals? Regal
7) Who takes the losing fall in the AOW Championship match? Jericho
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THE OUTER LIMITS
The Belle Centre – Montreal, Quebec, Canada
March 16th, 2008
*Final 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

*Unsanctioned Match*
The Whole F’n Show Rob Van Dam v. The Fighting Irishman Finlay

~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

~The Unstoppable Force vs. The Immovable Object~
The One Man Army Samoa Joe v. Paul “The Great” Wright

~AOW Tag Team Championships~
World’s Greatest Tag Team(c) v. Sons of the Dungeon

~Grudge Match~
The Biggest Little Man Rey Mysterio v. The Bad Apple Carlito Colon

~AOW Trios Tournament Finals~
Mercenaries, Inc.v. Tres Reyes


Bonus Bids!!
1) Predict the match order
Mysterio-Carlito, Tag Titles, Wright vs. Joe, Punk vs. Banks, Cruiserweight Title, RVD vs. Finlay, Trios match, World Title match

2) What will be the longest match?
Danielson vs. Helms

3) What will be the shortest match?
Mysterio vs. Carlito

4) Will there be any surprise appearances? If so, by whom?
Ken Doane, American Made, perhaps the Samoan Fight Club, maybe Heyman and Foley? Whole lotta surprises lol

5) Will there be blood? If so, what match(es)?
RVD vs. Finlay, World Title

6) Who gets the winning fall in the Trios Tournament Finals?
Brent Albright

7) Who takes the losing fall in the AOW Championship match?
Chris Jericho

You have no idea how much I'm looking forward to this PPV being posted. Can't wait!

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

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

5.*Unsanctioned Match*
The Whole F’n Show Rob Van Dam v. The Fighting Irishman Finlay

6.~AOW Dynasty Championship~
The Second City Saint CM Punk(c) v. The Boondock Saint Antonio Banks

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

7.~The Unstoppable Force vs. The Immovable Object~
The One Man Army Samoa Joe v. Paul “The Great” Wright

1.~AOW Tag Team Championships~
World’s Greatest Tag Team(c) v. Sons of the Dungeon

4.~Grudge Match~
The Biggest Little Man Rey Mysterio v. The Bad Apple Carlito Colon

3.~AOW Trios Tournament Finals~
Mercenaries, Inc.v. Tres Reyes


Bonus Bids!!
1) Predict the match order Done!
2) What will be the longest match? AOW Heavyweight Match
3) What will be the shortest match? Mysterio/Carlito
4) Will there be any surprise appearances? If so, by whom? No idea.
5) Will there be blood? If so, what match(es)? Van Dam/Finlay Match.
6) Who gets the winning fall in the Trios Tournament Finals? Brent Albright.
7) Who takes the losing fall in the AOW Championship match? I'll go with HBK which will then lead to Jericho making his case to get a 1-on-1 rematch.
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I permit all of you to dock me points because I went completely overboard . I am aware of this.

But now I give you the most taxing, hugest show I've ever written. You can hate me later.



Black Screen


The black on the screen begins to melt away to an image of falling snow, an image beginning to form in it, majestic music going along with the breaking of new light…



Narrator:
From the time men are born, they dream of glory.


A shot of The Hammerstein Ballroom, filled to the brim of fans on their feet as someone stands in the middle of the ring after winning…


Narrator:
They dream of that one night where they overcome all obstacles and stand in victory.


We get a blurred, behind the back shot of someone lifting a title high at World Ablaze…


Narrator:
They dream of the day when all look to them in awe.


Various shots of crowds on their feet, raising their hands, shaking their heads, and hands covering their mouths…


Narrator:
When they become larger than life.


Chris Jericho holds the AOW Championship over his head from the pilot episode, the evil in his eyes only matched by the pride of the moment…


Narrator:
Immortal.


Christian Cage, a completely bloody and sweaty entity, is the last man standing in the first ever War Chamber, barely able to stand and raise both his arms to the sky


Narrator:
Unlimited.


This transitions seamlessly into Shawn Michaels on his knees with his arms open on the ramp, celebrating after becoming #1 contender in December…


The majestic music then abruptly stops and shows us a black background against a headshot of the Master of Puppets, Chris Jericho


Chris Jericho:
But this is not that night. This is war.


The majestic music gives way to somber, but angry strings as a camera pans across a frozen terrain warzone, bodies lain everywhere amidst the freeze. The fallen seem to be in pseudo-samurai armor…


We then melt into headshots of whoever is speaking, beginning with Rob Van Dam…



Rob Van Dam:
There is no glory here.


RVD tries to pick himself up after losing yet another AOW Championship opportunity…



Christian Cage:
Only shattered dreams and bloodshed.



Christian is left a bloody, teary mess after being forced out of the company…



Shawn Michaels:
Only disappointment and ruin.



Michaels is on his knees, looking around at the crowd after losing his job and career…



Rob Van Dam:
Where man is reminded he is not larger than life…



RVD wearily gets to his feet…



Finlay:
…but merely at the bottom of the food chain.



…only to be cracked in the head by Finlay’s shillelagh



Christian Cage:
Mortal.


Christian, despite his best efforts against Lashley, is led out of the arena by security…


Shawn Michaels:
Limited.


Shawn Michaels waves for what could have been his final goodbye…



Rey Mysterio:
The only thing without limits here is the battlefield.


Dust and snow swirls up and shows men being stabbed and sliced from a war on Feudal Japanese soil. With every body that hits the floor, a shaky shot of a wrestling ring flashes by…


Samoa Joe:
It is unflinching.


Another body drops on the battlefield…another body falls to the ring canvas…


Carlito Colon:
It is unbiased.


The warrior who has been doing all the slashing of bodies himself gets slashed before shots of Paul Heyman getting destroyed in the ring cut in…


Paul “The Great” Wright
It is unfeeling.


The shot on Wright lingers just a bit longer before fading away into a very, very close up shot of someone rolling their shoulder off the canvas…


No transitions to the frozen battlefield, just fades from shot to shot of men telling their stories…



Sons of the Dungeon:
It cares not if you wish to return home…





William Regal:
…what you wish to win…






Charlie Haas:
…if you are at odds with a friend…





Antonio Banks:
…what your skin color is…





CM Punk:
…or whether you have further dreams of glory.





Gregory Helms:
It cares only for this battle.





Bryan Danielson:
The final battle.



The screen goes dark…


…before lighting back up with the galloping of a warhorse, the unfettered animal marching over the bodies of the fallen in the snow. On his back is a man in a general’s uniform, arm raised and hoisting a sword…


Narrator:
But even so, men risk life and limb to reach this unforgiving plateau.


The horse storms towards a lone warrior on the opposing side, who quickly takes a katana and slices the beast’s legs, the rider falling off in slow motion…


Narrator:
Because this is the only place heroes can be made and euphoria can be attained.


The lone warrior now has the general in his sights and on the ground, defenseless. He raises his sword and brings it down with vigor and malice. Blood shoots onto his face before the headshots return…


Finlay:
Where a man will do whatever it takes to win.





Rob Van Dam:
Where a name is all you have.





Shawn Michaels:
Where redemption meets desperation.





Christian Cage:
Where desperation gives rise to hunger.





Chris Jericho:
And where even a god can be challenged.






Kofi Kingston:
But the only way to do this…





Tyler Black:
…is to step on the battlefield.





Super Crazy:
J’ou must not hold back.





Brent Albright:
You must forget all limits.





Aero Star:
Sin limites.





Shelton Benjamin:
Take the inner conflicts…





Rob Van Dam:
…the inner demons…





CM Punk:
…the inner passion…





Christian Cage:
…the inner desires…





Shawn Michaels:
…and break their bonds and transcend to…


The lone warrior is now has his sword in one hand and the head of the general in the other. The silhouetted man raises his prize above his head and lets out a primal scream in the midst of snow and shadows…


The scene suddenly expands, showing the victorious warrior as the lone survivor amidst a bloody, snowy battlefield littered with corpses once before zooming farther…and farther…and farther away…


…until we pull away from the scene, the entire thing revealed to be a snowglobe of sorts, the Canadian maple leaf shown on the base with the words “From Montreal” bolted into it. The holder of the snowglobe is none other than the suit wearing looming mastermind that is Chris Jericho…



Chris Jericho:
…to The Outer Limits.








AND NOW…MAMAJUANA ENERGY AND ART OF WAR WRESTLING PRESENT…THE GRANDEST STAGE OF WAR – THE OUTER LIMITS!!



**PYRO**
**PYRO**
**PYRO**
**PYRO**
**PYRO**
**PYRO**


After the impressive, WWE-esque pyro display, the commentary team stays silent as the camera captures the euphoria of what looks almost like a full house. 20,000 people have shown up in the Bell Center, none of them silent or sitting down and holding up signs that read “CHRISTIAN – IT’S TIME!!”, “I’M BLACK AND I’M PROUD”, “HBK – YOU ARE NOT FORGIVEN”, the standard “FOLEY IS GOD”, and even a “MONTREAL IS JERICHO” poster.


We pan around to take a look at the stage now that the smoke from the pyro has cleared, the set looking quite impressive with what looks to be a gloss on a fairly simple stage. The gloss is very different from what we’ve seen from AOW stage so far, but the way the lights hit the stage, the gloss rotates from gleaming to almost looking like…blood? The big screens are two gigantic yin-yang screens, mirroring the ones shown on every edition of Oblivion.



Joey Styles:
It’s here. The biggest show, the grandest payoff in all of AOW. This is the Grandest Stage of War, our Season Finale, our Final Stand. Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to The Outer Limits! I’m Joey Styles alongside my broadcast partner, a former world champion in his own right – John “Bradshaw” Layfield.


JBL:
I can hardly hear myself think, Joey! These fan’s here in Montreal have voices like dynamite because the roof has been blown clean off.


Joey Styles:
Well I’m glad to see you in such a chipper mood, John. I mean, it only took AOW finally leaving the United States and heading north of the border, but I’m glad you can finally see how great this night is!


JBL:
Hey, there ain’t a whole lot of things I like about Canada. But I do love Canadians. Talk about passionate wrestling hotbeds, it don’t get any better than this.


Joey Styles:
Indeed it doesn’t! We’re in the middle of Montreal, Quebec’s Bell Center. It’s time for AOW to truly stretch it’s limits and show just how incredible it can be! It’s only our third Pay-Per-View ever, but rest assured, it’s the biggest thing on the wrestling calendar this year.


JBL:
Hey timekeeper! Ring the bell! Let’s get this hoedown started! Ha-ha!!



***DING DING DING***



Tony Chimel:
The following contest is the Final Encounter match for the AOW Cruiserweight Champ-ionshiiiiiipp!!!


Another incredible ovation from Montreal, a HUGE match already set up from the get go!


Tony Chimel:
In this match, there will be no count outs and no disqualifications. The only way to win is by pinfall or submission. Regardless of the outcome, Bryan Danielson versus Gregory Helms for the Cruiserweight Championship will never take place again.


The crowd (and maybe some readers) are now somewhat more clear on the rules of a match of this stature, somewhat of a hush falling over the crowd for a moment until…


“LISTEN~!!”


**IT’S TIME (HACKER’S REMIX)**



The excitement and buzz of the opening minutes becomes an intense rain of heat, as Gregory Helms becomes the first man to step through the blood-red double doors that represent the now signature red curtain of AOW. Helms doesn’t look the least bit phased, a cocky flair following him all the way down the entrance aisle, which actually isn’t a ramp. It’s an elevated platform aisle, one that one would more commonly see in Japan or in the old ECW. It takes Helms right to the ring, no need to climb steel steps, just stepping in and absorbing his boos and hisses, that slasher smile starting to come back.



Tony Chimel:
Introducing first, from Smithfield, North Carolina, weighting in at two hundred and fifteen pounds…GREGORYYYY HEELLMMSSS~!!!


Joey Styles:
Now here is a man who has become obsessed with not just getting his hands on the Cruiserweight Championship, but with proving he’s better than Gregory Helms at everything. There’s been no low he won’t stoop to – he’s assaulted his friends, stolen his title, and even forced him to face the mammoth known as Paul “The Great” Wright on one occasion.


JBL:
Oh will you shut up? There has been nothing heinous about what this guy has done. He’s proven time an’ again that not only does he deserve to be Cruiserweight Champion, but that he’s better in every way than Brian “Spaghetti Legs” Danielson. He’s smarter. He’s faster. He’s stronger. An’ he’s much more hungry. An’ boo hoo on Danielsno havin’ to face that giant. If he’s as good as he says he is, then nobody, especially you an’ his dweeby little Internet fans, should be complainin’ about that.


As JBL and Joey hit their usual banter, Helms takes his place in the ring, that sick smile of his growing even wider on his face. But his smile soon begins to fade away just as soon as it reaches it’s climax, as the entire crowd starts kicking up a chant directed at the hacker, people stomping and banging on the guard rails…


*BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOMBOOMBOOMBOOM*
“YOU’RE GONNA GET YOUR FUCKIN’ HEAD KICKED IN!!”
*BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOMBOOMBOOMBOOM*
“YOU’RE GONNA GET YOUR FUCKIN’ HEAD KICKED IN!!”



Joey Styles:
Well…um…I can’t exactly repeat what this crowd is chanting right now, but it has plenty to do with the final exchange between Danielson and Helms this past Wednesday.


JBL:
I thought Canadians were a peaceful people…



**FINAL COUNTDOWN**



And the crowd is back to their exploding ways, no longer heckling Helms as the infectiously catchy tune roars over Montreal. It takes a moment or so of heavy pops before AmDrag himself, Bryan Danielson, pushes through the double doors with his Cruiserweight Championship wrapped securely around his waist. His face seems stuck in a perpetual scowl, the orbital bone around his left eye somewhat bandaged up.



Tony Chimel:
And the opponent – from Aberdeen, Washington, weighing in at one hundred and eighty-eight pounds…he is the AOW Cruiserweight Champion…The American Dragon – BRYAAAAN DANIEL-SUUUUUN~!!!


Joey Styles:
The reason the crowd is chanting that is because this is a much angrier, much more driven Brian Danielson.


JBL:
It’s only because he knows he’s second best to Helms.


Joey Styles:
That’s a load of crap, John. You know as well as I do Danielson’s been like this all year. If I had to put a starting point to it, I might think that after Shawn Michaels lost his job following a Very Merry War, Danielson took everyone’s burdens and placed them on himself, bringing out this aggression.


JBL:
Analyze it all you want, but the fact remains is that he’s an undeserved champ. Yes, he’s a hellova in-ring competitor, a better wrestler than Gregory Helms I’ll admit – but he’s just not better than Helms!


Joey Styles:
Twist it whatever way you want to, partner, but the fact remains that The American Dragon has the gold and has had it for 127 days. He’s bandaged up around that orbital bone, angrier than ever, and ready to pump those feet to stomp Helms’ face in.


Danielson takes in his amazing ovation before raising a finger and galloping a few steps down the aisle before simply holding it up and strutting with immense purpose to the ring. He steps in straight from the platform to the ring and climbs onto one of the turnbuckles, almost in sync right before the chorus of his theme. Just when it looks like he’s going to sing it with the crowd, he turns around and points directly at Gregory Helms, mirroring what he did at World Ablaze –


“IT’S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN!!”


Danielson climbs down as the crowd unleashes another huge pop, Danielson taking off his maroon hooded robe and throwing it aside before taking off his title and handing it to referee Goose Mahoney, who holds the title high to signify what this is all about








~AOW Cruiserweight Championship~

*The Final Encounter*

The American Dragon
Bryan Danielson(c) v. Gregory Helms


As soon as the ref drops the title, Helms drifts out of his corner, only to be the stopped cold by DANIELSON TACKLING HIM RIGHT OUT OF THE GATE!! This is getting started right away!! Danielson starts pounding fists off of Helms’ face and body, all of Montreal immediately enthralled and cheering for the action. Helms squiggles out of Danielson’s assault, retreating to a corner in hopes that it’ll buy him some time…but Danielson simply follows him, now pounding on him because he’s got nowhere to go!!

Danielson keeps firing blow after blow after blow, but Helms manages to duck one of them and grip the Dragon by his waist before turning him into the corner and changing their positions. Now it’s Helms’ turn to light up Danielson, IMMEDIATELY going for right hands to Danielson’s injured left eye! The change of aggressors already turns the crowd, but with each shot to Danielson’s obvious injury, they throw deeper heat at Helms.

Even with his handicap being picked apart out of the box, Danielson’s adrenaline and hatred for Helms perhaps fuels him to turn Helms back around in the corner, once again shifting the action and striking Helms in his face with hard forearms and fists, referee Goose Mahoney almost having to get between both men. Danielson does back away a little bit, but this is only to give him room to hit Helms with the SHOOT KICK TO THE MIDSECTION!! Helms has the corner gripped, so he stays vertical, only to EAT ANOTHER SHOOT KICK TO THE GUT!! Danielson is looking relentless here, but he’s not done, cranking back and nailing ANOTHER SHOOT KICK TO THE RIBS!!

Helms doubles over in the corner, Danielson keeping his eyes on his rival as he backs away to the opposite corner. AmDrag measures the hacker up as he tries to get back to his feet in the corner, rushing back towards him … EXPLODING CORNER DROPKICK … NO!! Helms moves out of the way at the last possible moment, sending Danielson crashing into the unforgiving turnbuckle! The tides turn once again, Helms catching a breather for a moment. Danielson has to bring himself back to his feet using the nearby ropes, but he only gets to his knees before Helms rushes back at him and HITS HIM IN THE INJURED EYE WITH A NASTY RUNNING BOOT!! Danielson is struck so hard by the move that he flails through the ropes and to the floor!

Greg obviously has a strategy to work in here, while Danielson is just letting loose with all his aggression. Right now, Helms’ way seems to be working as he crawls out from the ring to the outside, again firing punches deliberately aimed at Danielson’s left orbital bone. Referee Mahoney can only beg both men to get back inside, as there’s no count outs here. Helms doesn’t adhere to the admonitions, taking Danielson and lifting him over his head…lining him up with the guard rail … AND DROPS DANIELSON’S FACE RIGHT ONTO THE RAILING!!

Danielson falls back in agony, coving up his targeted eye. He momentarily screams in pain, the camera capturing it before panning up to show Gregory Helms with his newfound sick, slasher smile etched on his face. He slowly walks over to Danielson and slaps him on the back of the head, taunting at him. “What now, Dragon?? Huh? Ya gonna kick my head in, huh? Ya gonna bite, Dragon??”

Helms slaps Danielson’s head once more for even more heat, taking Danielson up by the head and dragging him back up…only for Danielson to BURST from Helms’ grip, grabbing at Helms’ head … AND THE DRAGON ACTUALLY BITES HELMS RIGHT ON THE NOSE!! Danielson even tears some skin off as he rips away, the crowd again turning the heat into wild pops! Helms is reeling and gripping at his nose, not sure what the hell to think except that maybe he should keep his mouth shut.

Danielson takes this moment to lean up against the railing closest to the announce table, trying to gather himself a little bit. But he doesn’t have much time, as a now enraged Helms stops holding his bitten appendage and rushes at Danielson … ONLY FOR DANIELSON TO BACK BODY DROP HIM RIGHT OVER THE RAILING AND INTO THE FANS’ LAPS!!! HELMS HITS PURE CONCRETE!!

Helms bends to tend to his impacted spine, screaming in pain as fans around him cheer wildly. Danielson takes a moment to again tend to his eye before climbing over the rail and seeing Helms trying to crawl back to his feet, only to DRILL HIM IN THE HEAD WITH A STIFF KICK!! A blow that would make puroresu fans happy sends Helms onto his stomach and possibly avenges the kick to Danielson’s head earlier. Danielson then ventures over and takes Helms up by his neck and tights, runs, and SLINGS HIM BACK OVER THE RAIL, again forcing Helms to land on his already weakened spine!

The vengeance is strong with these two, the crowd feeling all of it as Danielson now climbs back over the railing to fetch Helms once more, sliding him back into the ring this time. Danielson follows him, dragging himself on top of him for the first actual cover attempt of the contest –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

Helms is as driven by revenge and title dreams as Danielson is, rolling a shoulder and staying in this! But Danielson doesn’t fret, taking the shoulder that Helms raised, grips it, then reaches for his other one … AND LOOKS FOR THE WRIST-CLUTCH STOMPS…but Helms squirms away while on his back to the nearby ropes, clogging up any chance Danielson might have had with the move.

Danielson backs off of Helms by order of the referee, Greg getting back up to his feet and trying to regain his breath after nearly getting his head stomped in. He props himself up on the ropes with his arms wide, leaving his chest wide open for a particularly stinging Danielson knife-edge CHOP(Woooooo!) Helms immediately regrets the decision to leave his pecs unguarded, curling his arms back over his chest as he steps away from the ropes, dropping to his knees. Danielson sees this as another opening, rearing back and NAILING HELMS IN THE CHEST WITH A SHOOT KICK!!

He then rears back … AND NAILS ANOTHER!! AND ANOTHER!! AND ANOTHER!! Helms’ body whiplashes violently with each blow, Danielson again stepping back. This time, he pumps his fists and yells loudly across the Bell Center, the crowd yelling with him and going for the FINISHING ROUNDHOUSE … NO!! Helms knows Danielson and ducks the final blow, quickly getting some footing and hitting Danielson from behind with a low dropkick. Danielson drops from his legs being pulled from underneath him, trying to get back up on all fours before propping himself on his knees. Helms is on his feet and strikes Danielson one more time in the injured eye before tugging at his hair and forcing him to look up into Helms’ face –
“Anything you can do, I can do better, Danielson! I’m better than you!!”

Helms’ boast garners him some heat before he rears back … AND HE BLASTS DANIELSON IN THE CHEST WITH A SHOOT KICK!! This garners even more heat, but he’s not done, gearing back and HITTING ANOTHER!! AND ANOTHER!! AND ANOTHER!! Perfectly flipping the very move from just a few seconds ago, Danielson’s body is struck hard with each blow, but he stays more stationary than Helms was. Even so, Helms mimics Danielson’s fist pump and battle cry, getting another negative reaction before HE GOES FOR THE FINAL ROUNDHOUSE TO THE SKULL ... but Danielson ducks and takes down Helms from behind with a single leg take down on the backswing…crawls quickly to the front … AND GETS IN THE LEBELL LOCK … but not completely!! Once again, Helms scurries to the ropes and jams the move by technicality before Danielson has a chance to set it off.

Danielson quickly steps off of Helms and waits for him to get back to his feet once more, Helms somewhat drunkenly stepping back to the center ring and getting nailed in the calf by another Danielson shoot kick! Helms take it, but shrugs it off a bit before nailing Danielson in the calf with a shoot kick of his own!! Danielson then retaliates with another calf shoot, only or Helms to retaliate with another! The crowd is getting into this vengeful battle of one-upsmanship!

BOO!!

YAY!!

BOO!!

YAY!!

BOO!!

YAY!!

YAY!!

YAY!!

Helms abandons the kicks and suddenly comes around with a hard haymaker, again aimed right at Danielson’s injured eye –

BOO!!
BOO!!

YAY!!
YAY!!

OOOoooooOOOOOOHHH…

Danielson bounces off the opposite ropes and rushes at the rope-leaning Helms…who lifts him over him and plants him on the apron! Danielson is now right on the platform entrance aisle, he and Helms continuing this duel with straight punches with the ropes between them –

YAY!!

BOO!!

YAY!!

BOO!!

YAY!!

BOO!!
BOO!!
BOO!!

OooooOOOOOOOOOHHHH…

Helms has Danielson somewhat groggy, taking that chance to run behind him and rebound off the rope and go for a big move…

YAY!!!

Danielson counters with a beautifully timed roundhouse to the midsection through the middle rope!! It forces Helms to double over, Danielson shaking a cobweb out before reaching over the top rope and getting Helms in a double underhook and beginning to take his momentum backward…and brings Helms over the ropes … WITH A BUTTERFLY SUPLEX FROM THE RING RIGHT ON TOP OF THE ELEVATED AISLE!!! OHH MY GAAAAAHHDD!!

Very faint “HOLY SHIT” chants can be heard as Helms splats against the hard platform. The move takes a little bit out of Danielson too, his back taking a flat bump against the platform as well. It doesn’t hurt nearly as much as Helms’, giving Danielson all the strength he needs to roll to his feet. Helms is hurt so much, he rolls off of the platform aisle, slumping to the floor below. Danielson watches Helms try to get away and recover, just watching him as he pulls himself up using the ring lip. Helms has to prop his ailing back up against the ring post on the floor, Danielson suddenly flying into the frame … AND SANWICHING HELMS’ SKULL BETWEEN THE STEEL POST AND THE FLYING KNEE!!

The crowd “ooooohs” with the absolute ferocity being shown here by Danielson, the knee clacking against Helms’ skull. AmDrag lets out a small feral yell when he gets back to his feet, the crowd joining in with him. Danielson then takes Helms right back in his clutches and once again slides him underneath the bottom rope before following in pursuit, but Helms keeps on rolling, getting farther away from Danielson as he slides in. This forces Bryan to crawl a few extra feet and force Helms onto his back for another cover –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!!

Helms throws up a shoulder somehow!! Getting his skull damn near fractured on the post and getting his back repeatedly warped isn’t demotivating Greg in the slightest! He may or may not be positively dead, but he’s not going down without letting his side of the vengeance out, but Bryan isn’t pleased he’s not going down. Instead of griping, Danielson wraps up both of Helms’ legs and then grabs both wrists and starts rocking back and forth, forcing Helms’ body to go with him, setting up for the surfboard stretch…but Helms rips his arms away from Danielson’s clutches, forcing AmDrag to fall back against the canvas with no leverage.

Danielson springs back up to his feet from the slight setback, Helms groggily getting to his feet much slower, but when Danielson approaches Helms, he gets a surprise when Helms HEADBUTTS HIM RIGHT IN THE INJURED ORBITAL BONE!! Danielson is immediately taken aback and clutching his face in pain, Helms creating an opening for himself and keeping it open by taking Danielson and throwing his face into a turnbuckle, further damaging the targeted region. Once Danielson’s face bounces off and reveals itself for a moment, we can see that his is indeed bleeding from the eye a tad.

Helms hits Danielson with a CHOP(Wooooo!) that backs him back into the same corner before Helms yanks Danielson out, gets him in a backdrop position … and then throw Danielson into the canvas with a WHEELBARROW FACEBUSTER!! Helms keeps blatantly going after the now bleeding eye of Danielson, but he doesn’t give much of a shit if it’s a cheap strategy because now it’s getting him his first fall attempt of the match –

ONE..


TWO…


THR-NO!!

Danielson is hurt and squirting, but he’s not done yet! Just after he throws his shoulder up, he goes right back to tending to the eye, making sure not to elevate his head so that Helms can further mess him up. Helms strikes him several times to soften up his covering up, wrapping up Danielson’s legs the same way Danielson had his. He then forcibly takes Danielson’s wrists and begins shifting his weight on several attempts … BEFORE CATCHING DANIELSON IN HIS OWN SURFBOARD STRETCH!!

The evil game of one-upsmanship continues, the entire crowd throwing an immense amount of heat towards Gregory. He doesn’t seem to care, only having his sick smile grow wider and wider the more he hears Danielson cry out in pain. Mahoney has to ask Danielson if he would like to give up, but Danielson constantly refuses, shaking his head with more vigor with every question. Just when it looks like Helms may be running out of steam on the move, Helms starts bringing Danielson closer and closer to his own body … AND LOOKS FOR THE DRAGON SLEEPER to go along with the stretch…but Danielson begins to fight out of his own move, knowing exactly what Helms is going for! He starts pounding backhand fists off of Helms’ midsection before getting one that nails Helms in the face, forcing him to let go.

Both men get back to their feet quickly, Helms firing a wild right hand, only for Danielson to duck underneath it and wrap up Helms from behind with the double chickenwing…picking Helms up…then setting him on his face … CATTLE MUTILATION … NO!! Helms knows the move by now and starts walking back up out of the move and gets back to a vertical base almost as soon as AmDrag is ready to bridge it over. But even so, Danielson is still in possession of the double chickenwing lock, possibly looking to turn it right into the TIGER SUPLEX … but Helms knows that counter as well, feeling Danielson ready his hips and hits him with a quick back kick before running towards one of the corners and pushing off, capturing Danielson underneath him with the underhooks still in –

ONE…


TWO…


NO!!

Danielson unhooks and kicks out of Helms trying to pull a fast one. The fact that these gentlemen know one another’s movesets is starting to come into play here, but the more calculating Helms is taking advantage of Danielson’s blind fury. This is made even moreso when both men get back to their feet, only to have Danielson rush right back at Helms and Greg jams him by grabbing one arm and wrapping him up with it before grabbing the other one … SITOUT STRAIGHT JACKET SLAM!! Helms keeps the sitout and hooks one of Danielson’s legs…

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

Danielson still has life in him!! Helms isn’t pleased with that at all, the crowd loving that this is still going on. Helms shakes it off a bit and waits for Danielson to drift back to a vertical base, catching him from behind and going for the NIGHTMARE ON HELMS STREET … NO!! Danielson jams the move and spins around while still in the headlock…pops his hips … AND NAILS A PERFECT NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!! Danielson upholds the bridge and gets another cover –

ONE…


TWO…


THRE-NO!!

Juuuuust in the nick of time does Helms throw his legs up! Helms twists his entire body to somehow escape the move and keep on surviving, deflating the crowd back down. Danielson isn’t quick to recover at all, still feeling the effects of everything he’s taken. He shakes some cobwebs out before turning back to where Helms lies … SUPERKICK!! SUPERKICK!! HELMS PULLS OUT A SUPERKICK!! A possible homage to the man in the main event that both men idolize, but here, it could almost certainly pay dividends for Helms as he surprises everyone and clutches Danielson, hooking a leg –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!!

Now it’s Danielson’s turn to kick out at the very last second!! Helms is almost beside himself as the Bell Center pops off one more time!! Helms pulls Mahoney in and tells him that “that shit was three”, but Goose shakes his head and continues to hold up two fingers. An angered Helms then peers over his shoulder to take another venge-filled look at Danielson before climbing through the ropes and heading to the top. Helms is going all high risk here, stalking Danielson until he stands … leaping … OVERCAST … NO!! Danielson catches him on his shoulders and tries to flow right into the DEATH VALLEY DRIVER … but Helms uses the momentum to carry him all the way over to the ropes nearest the entrance platform, Greg again just barely able to counter a sequence from their previous meetings.

Helms holds onto the rope for dear life as Danielson tries and tries to tug away and nail the big move, but the Carolinian isn’t letting go. Instead, Danielson tries to throw him over, only for Helms to land on the apron on his feet. On the throwaround, however, Helms keeps a headlock on Danielson, getting him up for a suplex over the ropes…and suddenly shifts the momentum when vertical … BRAINBUSTER!! BRAINBUSTER ON THE PLATFORM!! OHH MYY GAAAAAHHHDD!!!!

Helms is really pulling out all the stops here, even the Canadian crowd having to give him major props for that huge move. Helms is breathing hard, almost looking like he can’t believe it himself. The crowd remains buzzing as Helms now drags the carcass of Danielson back through the ropes, huffing and puffing after giving so much to get his hands on the title. He rolls Danielson more away from the ropes and shoots a half before having to throw himself on top –

ONE…


TWO…


THREE…


NO!!!

DANIELSON STAYS ALIVE!! DANIELSON STAYS ALIVE!! BAH GAWD, IT’S NOT OVER YET!! Danielson, taking a great deal of abuse, will not go down to his rival!! Helms slumps off of Danielson’s body in disbelief, laying completely flat and throwing his hands over his face. Danielson hasn’t moved since the rolling of the shoulder, still on a side. Nearly 20,000 in the Bell Center are on their feet for the display both men are putting on here, Danielson’s heart winning over on that fall attempt.

Helms finally sits up after looking up at the lights for a bit…and it looks like he has an idea. Helms scoots over to the edge of the ring and rolls out by the bellkeeper’s area. He orders the timekeeper and Chimel to move before snatching away … THE AOW CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP. The one thing that Helms has obsessed over since day one that has nearly eaten away into his very well-being is now in his hands again, Helms having to peer into the gloss of the title for a moment.

He remains mesmerized by the gold as he rolls into the ring with it, but the referee gets in front of him and tries to take it away from him. Helms refuses to have anyone rip the gold away from his hands, now playing tug of war with Mahoney. Helms wins the war, pulling the title away and lunging at the now vertical Danielson, and HITTING HIM WITH THE CHAMPIONSHIP … Danielson jams the blow … LEBELL LOCK!! LEBELL LOCK!! THE FINISHING SUBMISSION IS SYNCHED IN COMPLETELY!!

A move Gregory Helms has tapped out to before has the crowd going apeshit, Danielson selling the adrenaline pumping through his veins. Helms struggles mightily as his arm and neck are wrenched in torturous positions, trying with all his might to not tap out to the move for a second time. Danielson pulls back even harder, but Helms is bound and determined not to pound his hand against the canvas. Mahoney is close to Helms’ extended arm, watching closely to see if it’s ever going to come down…

………………
………………………
……………
………

… AND HELMS GETS TO A ROPE!! The crowd deflates as Danielson is forced to let go of his lock, pissed as all hell that Helms didn’t submit. Mahoney tells him that he had to let go, but Danielson rises from his seated position to Mahoney’s face, shouting “I HAVE ‘TIL FIVE!!” Those who can her him give another big pop, the frustrated Danielson looking like a rabid beast by this point with blood and sweat engulfing the whole left half of his face.

After screaming in the official’s face, Danielson has to reach over and peel Helms off of the ropes he’s gripped to escape the lock, only for Helms to hit Danielson with a nice back kick to the gut. Following this and a hard blow to the head, Helms has enough space to take Danielson and whip him towards a corner, but the ready and agile Dragon leaps and backflips over the charging Helms. But right as Danielson flips, Helms leaps onto the second rope, twisting and leaping back FOR THE OVERCAST AFTER THE BACKFLIP … but Danielson takes a step back … AND DRILLS HELMS WITH A SITOUT POWERBOMB!! Now it’s Danielson’s turn to learn from sequences from matches past in an incredibly impressive manner!! Danielson pulls Helms farther away from the ropes and hooks a leg –

ONE...


TWO…


THREE…NO!!!

AGAIN, Helms rolls a shoulder somehow!! This seesaw battle continues beyond unbelievable proportions!! Neither man, face nor heel, wants to go down without a title in hand! Danielson almost falls over from the force of the kickout, wiping his mouth to probably just do something so that he doesn’t strike the referee. Danielson uses his angry energy to roll under the bottom rope and to the apron before proceeding to climb the turnbuckles, making it all the way to the top and looming over his still downed rival. He stands straight up and holds his arms up before leaping … DIVING HEADBUTT … NOBODY HOME!!

Helms rolls out of the way and sends Danielson crashing and burning, but it hurts even more than it normally would because Danielson lands right on his left side!! His broken orbital bone rears its ugly head yet again, AmDrag clutching at his face once more. Helms has gotten back to his feet, clutching his body in pain, but more than fit to size Danielson up as he tries to get back to his feet. Danielson gets up to one knee while holding his eye, giving Helms all the time he needs to rush forward … SHINING WIZARD … NO!! Danielson catches Helms on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, but he doesn’t flow into any particular move. Instead, he resets his feet … AND STARTS UP AN AIRPLANE SPIN!! Montreal starts counting with every rotation Danielson turns –

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

FOUR!!

FIVE!!

SIX!!

SEVEN!!

EIGHT!!

NINE!!

TEN!!

… AND HE KEEPS SPINNING … AND SPINNING … AND SPINNING!! After the twenty-fifth rotation, most of the crowd stops counting, everyone just popping their heads off from the sheer awesomeness of the move. But Danielson just keeps spinning and spinning and spinning … FINALLY STOPPING AT FORTY ROTATIONS!! A FORTY-GYRATION AIRPLANE SPIN!! There isn’t a person in the arena in their seats, everyone up and cheering as both Danielson and Helms wander disoriented around the ring, obviously dizzy.

It’s Danielson who regains himself quicker, approaching the discombobulated Helms … AND DRILLS HIM IN THE SKULL WITH THE ROUNDHOUSE KICK!! Danielson finally gets the kick to the head he’s long promised Helms, the crowd popping once again from the impact and as Helms’ body falls lifeless onto the canvas, but instead of going for the cover, Danielson turns Helms over … grabs hold of both of his wrists … AND STARTS WRIST-CLUTCH STOMPING THE FUCK OUT OF HELMS!! Danielson looks to make good on his promise to kick Danielson’s head in, the kicks hitting everything from Helms’ face to his throat to his chest, the stomps going on for a moment…

…………
…………………
…………
…… AND THE REFEREE CALLS FOR THE BELL!! HE’S KICKED HIS FUCKING HEAD IN!!


Here is your winner and STILL AOW Cruiserweight Champion…BRYAN DANIELSON at (20:01)


THAT’S IT!! Danielson adds some more stomps past the ring bell, getting out all his anger and frustration before finally letting go and dropping to his knees, partially still dizzy, partially overcome with happiness. The referee hands him the Cruiserweight Championship that was still in the ring, Danielson pressing it against the bloody side of his face in jubilation.


Joey Styles:
Danielson did it! The demon that has plagued him for seven months named Gregory Helms has finally been quelled! There’s no more arguing now – Bryan Danielson is now undisputedly the best cruiserweight wrestler in the world!


JBL:
Will you stop cheerin’ like a damn fangirl? Danielson’s not better than anybody!


Joey Styles:
Go ahead and pout all you want to, partner, but the fact remains that the American Dragon beat your boy Gregory Helms and finally put an end to their vengeance filled feud. A phenomenal match, both men knowing each other’s move pools so well, that they countered the other’s counters into counters!


JBL:
That’s what you have to do, Joey. I’ll admit – Bryan Danielson put up a hellova fight an’ showed impressive guts, but the fact of the matter is is that Gregory Helms never got pinned. He never got made to submit. The referee ordered the match to be finished –


Joey Styles:
But partner, that’s because Danielson knocked Helms the fr’ck out!!


JBL:
Tony Chimel blatantly stated – only ‘pinfall’ or ‘submission’. Neither one of those happened!


Back in the ring, Helms is being tended to by the referee, who has called for medical assistance. The hacker hasn’t moved since being stomped to death. As Helms is flocked by medical personnel, we can see that Helms is now bleeding from above his left eye, his orbital bone now potentially broken.


Joey Styles:
Neither of those happened, but that right there is the epitomy of ‘comeuppance’ if I’ve ever seen it. Helms tried to pick apart Danielson’s well-documented orbital bone injury over his left eye and Danielson stomped on Helms so hard, it looks like he may have broken that bone now!


JBL:
That’s just sick. How the hell can you get excited about somethin’ like that??


Joey Styles:
You can’t be excited, John? The first match in the history of The Outer Limits is Bryan Danielson setting everything aside, silencing any and all doubters and showing that he is exactly what he said he was the first day he stepped into an AOW ring – the best.


The camera pans back to Danielson now, who is backpedalling back up the platform aisle, his hard-earned title, now pressed with his blood, thrown over a shoulder. Danielson puts one hand high and points his finger, before disappearing behind the red double doors after one last victory pose.







We cut backstage now to see AOW Champion Chris Jericho exiting his limousine, which is still banged up on the front bumper from numerous past encounters with certain individuals. Jericho is dressed in his absolute best, perhaps surpassing Antonio Banks as far as striking attire. He has his worthy man scowl on, however, his AOW title draped over his shoulder.


Not too long after Jericho exits, Paul “The Great” Wright also comes from the back seat, his hooded jacket and taped fists directly playing contrast to Jericho’s business attire. Jericho’s chauffer interrupts their upcoming walk into the arena by trying to hand him…a cell phone?



Chauffer:
Sir, Mr. Nameth and Mr. Hagar are on the line. They are asking when you would like them to arrive.


Jericho looks over at his driver, his face never changing


Chris Jericho:
Tell them…they have the night off.


The driver actually raises his eyebrows in surprise. Wright also looks somewhat taken back.


Chauffer:
Are you sure, sir?


Jericho’s expression remains unchanged as he begins his confident strut towards the arena doors, not even looking back to see if Wright is following him, as well as his chauffer’s look. Wright does follow, leaving the driver to simply get back on the line and tell the boys of American Made “not to come” as we fade away





~Back at ringside…



***DING DING DING***



Tony Chimel:
The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall…and it is for the AOW Tag Team Championships!!


Another huge pop from Montreal, another big match incoming...



**EXECUTORS OF EXCELLENCE**



The remixed guitar riff rips over Canada for an ENORMOUS ovation, the home-country Sons of the Dungeon pushing past the doors and taking in their massive reaction. They actually have to stop for a second and break their near robotic focus and take it all in, both guys getting smiles and maybe a tad emotional. Their walk down the aisle is them trying to refocus while simultaneously taking everything in


Tony Chimel:
Making their way to the ring, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighting in at a combined weight of four hundred forty five pounds…TJ Wilson and Harry Smith – THE SONS OF THE DUNGGEEEEOOOONNNN~!!!


Joey Styles:
What a welcome for these two finally competing in their home country!! TJ Wilson and Harry Smith have trekked for several months to get a two-on-two contest with the World’s Greatest Tag Team, and what better place to do that than in their own backyard??


JBL:
It ain’t that far from here that the Hart Dungeon gave both of these guys a home, but now they’re in their real home. An’ I don’t mean just here in Canada – I mean in that ring. If there’s any pair of guys who can match the World’s Greatest Tag Team on the mat, it’s gotta be these guys.



**BETTER THAN GREAT**



The remix of their signature chimes rings through to a very mixed response. The AOW Tag Team Champions steps through the gates with their championship belts wrapped around their waists, one man with their hood up, the other without. While walking side by side down the ramp, the champs seem just seem so…distant. There’s almost nothing unified in them at all.



Tony Chimel:
And making their way to the ring at a combined weight of four hundred ninety-seven pounds…they are the AOW Tag Team Champions…Charlie Haas and Shelton Benjamin – THE WOOOORLD’S GREATEST TAG TEEAAAM!!!


Joey Styles:
These two men have not been on the same page for months on end now, but somehow, some way, they have found a way to hold onto those Tag Team Championships for over six months. Things didn’t get better six weeks ago when Charlie Haas managed to get a win over Shelton Benjamin.


JBL:
Their obsession with competition is what’s driven them, Joey, an’ I can see how it could be their undoing. But when it gets right down to it, with all that disagreement, if there’s anything that these two have proven over the last few months is that no matter their personal problems, they set them aside an’ do exactly what their name says – they stay the World’s Greatest Tag Team, the greatest Tag Team Champions in any company, soon to be World Tag Team Champions.







~AOW Tag Team Championships~


World’s Greatest Tag Team(c) v. Sons of the Dungeon


The crowd is still lit up from the introductions, but they soon calm down enough for both corners to be able to speak to one another. In the Canadian corner, it’s TJ Wilson who leaps into the ring first with very little words exchanged. On the other side of the ring, however, Benjamin and Haas are not having it so straightforward. The WGTT are having some noticeable bickering, although neither man is very animated to portray this, but neither man is also leaving the ring so the other can start the match. Haas then seems to concede, throwing his hands up and going onto the apron and leaving Benjamin in to start things with Wilson.

The two men who are quite possibly the best pure athletes in the entire company begin to circle on another, gauging the other’s position. It’s the rookie TJ who steps towards the center of the ring first, Benjamin following suit, only for Wilson to raise his hand and ask for a test of strength. Benjamin flashes a bit of a cocky smile and obliges. The two lock fingers on one hand before going to the next one. The two then press to overwhelm the other, but they seem even until Benjamin starts to overtake Wilson. TJ struggles to fight Benji off, but Benjamin keeps pressing and pressing down until Wilson is forced all the way back onto his shoulders, referee Ray Ramsey getting to his duties –


ONE…


NO!!


Wilson lifts a shoulder off the mat and forces himself into a bridge, balancing his head off the mat and preventing his shoulders from touching. The stronger Benjamin jumps to the side and presses the shoulder back down –

ONE…


NO!!


Wilson now pushes up the other shoulder, again Benjamin looking to force it right back down, but TJ keeps his impressive bridge solid as a rock. Benjamin grits his teeth as he tries to push the shoulders back down, but Wilson grits his teeth as well and shows the same determination in keeping them off. Just when Shelton appears to have the shoulders down again, Wilson hits an impressive kip-up with he and Benjamin’s fingers still locked in.

He unlocks the fingers as soon as he hits his feet, taking one of Benjamin’s arms and working it around a few times before finally wrenching it and throwing it over his shoulder, causing Benjamin to flip and hit the canvas hard! Shelton doesn’t stay on the canvas very long, jumping right back to his feet and grips the arm, Wilson having made some space now, Montreal throwing some applause for the technical display shown there.

Benjamin shakes some life back into his arm, more or less shrugging it off. The two then hit the reset button and circle the ring for a second time, the two now going for a more traditional lock-up. They wrestle a moment for position, Wilson even dropping to a knee and trying to shove Benjamin back, but again it’s Shelton who gets out with the advantage by trapping Wilson in a headlock. The tag champ wrenches away at the rookie and sends him to a defensive knee this time. Wilson, still flashing prowess, rolls over a shoulder and catches Benjamin in a bridge pin –

ONE…


NO!!

Benjamin rolls right back over and still has Wilson in the headlock, TJ getting back to a knee and rearing back…and nails Benjamin with a back suplex to break the headlock!! Wilson again perhaps outwrestling Benjamin there, TJ scrambling for another quick cover –

ONE…

TWO – NO!!

Benjamin easily kicks out of that, looking to get back to his feet now, but he’s greeted with a Wilson headlock. The roles shift, but Shelton doesn’t let him keep it for too long, backing into the ropes and using the momentum to throw Wilson across the ring. On the rebound, Wilson crashes right into Benjamin with a stiff shoulder block and backpedals into the ropes behind him, Benjamin remaining flat on the canvas to let TJ skip over him and keep running. Wilson rebounds once again, but this time Benjamin is vertical and LEAPS CLEANLY over the running Wilson, the Carolinian now flashing some athleticism. Wilson rebounds once more, but he does so right towards a rushing Benjamin, who NAILS HIM WITH A MOMENTOUS KITCHEN SINK!! Wilson goes flipping over the knee and is pressed flat by Shelton –

ONE…


TWO…


NO!!

Wilson still has plenty of life, getting back to his feet and being greeted by a Benjamin knee to the gut before being whipped against the ropes once more…but Wilson hangs on to them and doesn’t rebound. The aggressive Benjamin then rushes at Wilson, only for the Dungeon graduate to hit him with the BACKFLIP KICK that sends Benjamin reeling and puts Wilson on the apron. While Benji tends to his possibly broken nose, Wilson walks over on the apron and tags in Smith, who gets a huge pop for becoming the legal man. Smith wastes no time, hopping in and running at the still reeling Benjamin and BLASTS HIM WITH A BIG BOOT!! A very nice sort of tag team combination from the challengers, Smith now dropping onto Shelton for the cover –

ONE…


TWO…


NO!!

Benjamin keeps the titles in place for now, but he’s in a bit of trouble against Smith. Shelton gets out of this trouble by ambushing Smith with an ankle pick single leg that prompts the stronger Smith to go on the defensive as Benjamin keeps a grip on that ankle. Smith starts kicking at the back of Benjamin’s head to finally get him off. Shelton grips at the back of his head as Smith comes charging at him with a BIG CLOTHESLINE, forcing Benjamin to again grip at his head and roll away towards his corner. Haas is tagged in now, stepping in and staring at Benjamin until he steps on through the ropes to the apron. Haas shifts his focus to Smith now, the two initiating a lock-up of their own.

This one doesn’t last all that long, Smith getting the advantage by catching Haas and slinging him with the headlock takeover, Haas countering the blow with some defensive headscissors, forcing Smith to release the hold and both men to dash back to their feet. Haas and Benjamin take a page out of the same book when Charlie hits Smith right in the ribs with a hard knee and looks to whip Smith into the ropes, but Harry reverses the whip and sends Haas rebounding … right into a NICE REVERSE ELBOW!! Smith again falls on top of a tag champion –

ONE…


TWO…

…NO!!

The crowd groans a bit, even though they’re quite certain it would take more than that to take down the six month reigning champs. Haas drags himself back to his feet, but Smith looks to retain the advantage by bashing Haas in the head with a pair of rights before taking Haas and slinging him over with a snap suplex!! Haas sits up in immediate pain before trying to rise back to his feet, only for Smith to come back at him and whip him into an empty corner. Smith rushes at him but eats a boot to the face in retaliation. Haas then takes Smith and throws him towards the ropes where Benjamin lies...and Benjamin throws a knee into Smith’s back!!

Smith falls forward and holds the small of his back, Haas potentially unaware of his partner’s meddling. Charlie grips the on-fire big guy in a front headlock, trying to drain some of the momentum out of him now. The Haas inhales through his teeth to sell the intensity of the hold, doing his best to wear Davey Boy’s son down. Smith slowly but surely starts making it back to his feet and begins trying to pull Haas’ arms from around his neck off. As Smith tries to struggle free, Haas adjusts his grip a little and underhooks an arm…before taking Smith over with an impressive SNAP UNDERHOOK SUPLEX!! A crisp counter that allows Haas to float over for his first cover –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

Smith still has much left in the tank, Haas not giving much of a second thought to trapping Smith with another rest hold, but Smith uses his ring prowess to immediately twist out of it, capturing Haas in a grounded hammerlock. The two work back up to a base where Haas struggles to get out of the lock, only for Smith to twist the hammerlock around…and try for a HAMMERLOCK LARIAT…but Haas ducks underneath it and goes around Smith and sets up for a GERMAN SUPLEX … NO!! Smith jams the move and performs a standing switch, Harry now having the rear waistlock on Haas for a GERMAN SUPLEX OF HIS OWN … but now it’s Haas’ turn to stop it, hooking Smith’s leg and preventing him from tossing him. Smith adjusts much like Haas did a moment ago, keeping the rear waistlock and pushing Haas forward … AND KNOCKING SHELTON BENJAMIN OFF THE APRON!! Smith gets revenge from a few moments ago, snapping Haas back with the VICTORY ROLL and a clean opposing apron –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!!

Haas throws his legs up at the last possible second, shoving Smith off and right back towards the ropes … where Benjamin has quickly recovered … and SNAPS SMITH’S NECK OFF THE ROPES WITH THE HOTSHOT!! The now prone Smith stumbles back towards the ring with his back towards Haas, who is still oblivious to his partner’s misdeeds. He just sees Smith stumbling to him back first and catches him in the rear waistlock again … AND NAILS A FLAWLESS GERMAN SUPLEX!!

But Haas keeps the grip intact and rolls over the hips, getting back to his feet … AND HITS A SECOND PERFECT GERMAN!! The crowd counts along with the ‘honest’ member of the WGTT for the number of Germans, rolling back up to his feet and going for the trifecta … AND HITS THE THIRD BEAUTIFUL GERMAN SUPLEX!! THE HAT TRICK!! Made famous by another Canadian, the Montreal crowd actually lets out a roar of approval for the men opposing their hometown favorites, Haas now trying to gather himself for a cover –

ONE…


TWO…

THR-NO!!

Smith won’t end it here!! TJ Wilson was on the verge of breaking into the ring to save his partner, but Smith shows enough resolve to keep their titles hopes alive by himself. Benjamin is noticeably perturbed, but Haas doesn’t let it bother him too much, just keeping focus and going from move to move. Haas throws several stiff boots into Smith’s sides before taking him back to his feet and striking him with another hard knee.

He then takes Harry and tosses his feet between the middle ropes, keeping his upper body hanging inside the ring. With Smith dangling and teetering in imbalance, Haas steps up onto the second rope of the nearest corner … leaping … AND DRILLS SMITH IN THE HEAD AND NECK WITH A HANGMAN’S JUMPING KNEE STRIKE!! WOW!! The entire Belle Center lets out a “ooooh” in unison as their hometown boy is potentially put into a coma, falling forward through the ropes and back into the ring. Haas has to drag the big man’s dead weight away from the ropes before shooting the half and going for a more definite cover –

ONE…


TWO…


THREE…NO!!

SMITH THROWS A SHOULDER UP!! No one is certain Smith knows where he is, let alone how he had the wherewithal to get out of the devastating maneuver! The immensely focused Haas is actually surprised now, his taped wrists and hands raking through his hair and unsure how that didn’t end things. He makes a motion towards Ray Ramsey to almost beg for another count, but he knows that’s not happening. Benjamin is much more irate in the corner, calling after Haas that “I could’ve done better!” The tension between the teammates is still obviously there, Haas glancing over his shoulder and gazing at Benjamin with aggravated eyes.

Charlie has to play peacemaker again it seems, Haas quickly gets over it and pulls the limp Smith somewhat vertical and into another front headlock, backing him into his corner and tagging in Benjamin. Shelton jumps in and allows Haas to help him hoist Smith up and bring him back down with the DOUBLE DROP SUPLEX!! Benjamin scurries for another cover –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

This time it’s not Smith, but TJ Wilson who breaks into the ring and helps out his partner! Benjamin takes out his earlier frustrations with Wilson right here, storming after the smaller Son and ramming him into his own corner, nailing him with incredibly aggressive shoulder strikes! This garners the most undisputed heat thus far in the night, Benjamin showing a whole side here that no one was sure was there. Haas yells at him from across his corner, telling him to stop and focus.

Benjamin stops and regains his aggressive posture, turning back towards the actual legal man in Smith … who HOISTS BENJAMIN OVER A SHOULDER FOR THE RUNNING POWERSLAM … but Benjamin squiggles off, turning Smith back around towards him. Benjamin then shoots out what could be a SUPERKICK…but Smith sees it coming and catches it, throwing it down and letting Benjamin use the momentum for the DRAGON WHIP…NO!!

The machines that are the Sons show their excellence of execution by ducking underneath the DRAGON WHIP…catching Benjamin around the front … popping his hips … AND HITTING A BELLY TO BELLY OVERHEAD SUPLEX … THAT FLIPS BENJAMIN SPINE-FIRST INTO AN EMPTY CORNER!! WOW!!

Sparse “HOLY SHIT” chants are starting to spread all over the Belle, the crowd going nuts for the huge spot they saw from the hometown corner, Smith putting some extra stank on it to seek vengeance for his partner. The tide has suddenly shifted, with Smith now having an opening to tag in Wilson, regardless of his potential rib injuries. Benjamin isn’t trying to crawl towards his corner, instead trying to drag his limping body to Smith’s to stop him. Harry inches closer and closer to Wilson, who is trying his best to extend his arms with a tender midsection … reaching … crawling … AND GETTING THE HOT TAG!!

Wilson holds his ribs as he leaps in and targets Benjamin, but Haas comes back into the ring and rushes across to cut him off, only to eat a TJ stiff kick to the gut! Wilson then immediately follows that up with an excellent dropkick that sends Haas spilling through the ropes and to the floor! This momentary distraction allows Benjamin to somewhat recover, taking Wilson as soon as he turns around … EXPLODER SUPLEX … NO!! Wilson completely flips out of the move and catches Benjamin in a front headlock ... grabs the far leg … and nails a SWINGING CRADLE SUPLEX!!

A perfectly executed move gets a solid pop, but Wilson doesn’t go for the pin. Instead, he grabs at Benjamin’s legs … and sticks a leg through … Montreal goes nuts for a SHARPSHOOTER … NO!! Benjamin is more than aware of the move and squiggles around on the canvas, getting his legs back and shoving Wilson with his legs. TJ is thrust off balance towards the ropes, going right through them and to the apron, stopping himself before falling to the floor. He regains himself and struts to a corner and to a top rope as Benjamin gets back to his feet, leaping for the CODE BLUE NECKBREAKER … SAMOAN DROP!! SAMOAN DROP!! Benjamin now with a heads-up counter!! The midsection of Wilson is further damaged, Shelton shooting the half and flopping Wilson onto his back –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

Wilson rolls a shoulder!! Now it’s TJ’s turn to show some ironman tendencies, refusing to go down after a ridiculous counter! Benjamin is not happy about that in the slightest, especially when Montreal lets out a relieved reaction. The aggressive Benjamin then takes the tender TJ and lowers his midsection RIGHT OVER HIS KNEE!! PENDULUM GUTBUSTER!! Benjamin now looking to pick this young man apart as he spreads him and gets his shoulders down –

ONE…


TWO…


NO!!

Wilson still has so much left to give, refusing to go down on such an elementary move. Haas is calling for a tag over in his corner, but Benjamin isn’t paying much heed. Smith is back in his corner trying to pump up Wilson enough to get him another tag, but even if he wanted to, he’s completely at the mercy of Shelton right now. He remains so when Benjamin gives him another shot to the gut before hoisting him on his shoulders … AND THROWING HIM WITH A TURNBUCKLE POWERBOMB!!

All of the positive air seems to leave the arena with that impact, Benjamin garnering a great deal of heat here and perhaps truly showing his true colors to everyone. Wilson is folded over like an accordion, his athletic body twisted in ways even it shouldn’t bend. Benjamin just has a satisfied sneer on his face as he watches Wilson try and bring himself to his feet via the turnbuckles. Benjamin’s sneer turns into a smile as he takes a few steps back, measuring up his prey until it gets vertical, rushing back toward the corner … STINGER SPLASH … NOBODY HOME!! Benjamin hits the turnbuckle hard as Wilson dodges the move at the very last second, grabbing Benjamin from between the legs and carrying him over for a school boy –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

Just as before, Benjamin throws his legs up just in time to remain alive. The momentum of the kickout sends him rolling towards his corner, Haas slapping him on the shoulder and getting himself the tag in. Benjamin is forced to watch Haas now perhaps get a little aggressive on bringing himself in. Wilson is trying his best to get to his corner for another hot tag, this time of Smith…but Haas leaps on him, stopping him cold in his tracks. Haas pulls him away from the corner and spins him over for another count attempt –

ONE…


TWO…


NO!!

Wilson keeps his resolve with his people cheering him on, Haas once again not letting it get to him. Wilson gets to his feet slowly, gripping at his midsection once more, Haas rebounding off the ropes behind him … and driving his face into the canvas with a PERFECT RUNNING BULLDOG!! Wilson flips over on the impact, Haas just having to hook the far leg –

ONE…


TWO…


NO!!

Smith breaks into the count this time, perhaps out of more frustration than lack of faith in his partner’s ability to kick out. Haas doesn’t try to jump Smith. Instead, it’s Benjamin who breaks into the ring and starts exchanging blows with Smith, order perhaps starting to get a little crazy here. Smith shoves Benjamin away towards the hard camera ropes before charging at him and taking him over with a CACTUS CLOTHESLINE!! Both men tumble to the floor as Haas takes Wilson from behind and looks to nail ANOTHER GERMAN SUPLEX … BUT WILSON ROLLS FORWARD INTO THE WHEELBARROW VICTORY ROLL!! Shades of the end of their one-on-one match a few weeks ago with empty corners –

ONE…


TWO…


THREE…


NO!!!

Haas throws his legs up at the literal last millisecond, the entire crowd throwing their hands up because they knew that should’ve been it! Haas quickly gets back to his feet, only to have Wilson strike him in the gut with a perfect spinning back kick. Wilson then suddenly leaps on top of the bent over Haas…pushes forward then off the canvas … flipping … ARM TRAP SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB!! A thoroughly impressive move that gets another wild pop, as this could be it –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

Haas clasps his legs against Wilson’s head at, once again, the damn near last possible second. Both men rolls back, Haas having to grip at his neck as he tries to get vertical, but Wilson is already there and rushes at Haas for one more move … Haas trips him up and keeps rolling … HAAS OF PAIN!! HAAS OF PAIN!! A ROLLING HAAS OF PAIN!! Literally no one saw that one coming, Haas possibly taking a page out of the book of the Sons’ coach, Lance Storm!

The crowd is on fire right now, seemingly just as many people screaming for Wilson to stay alive as there are telling him to tap out. The athleticism and flexibility of Wilson comes back to haunt him once again, has Haas is able to crank his finishing submission even farther back than he normally would, Wilson’s feet damn near touching the back of his head. Haas cranks it as far as he can physically go, screaming for Wilson to tap…
…………… WILSON RAISES AN ARM …………
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……
…………
………………
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… AND SMITH BURSTS IN AND BREAKS IT UP!!

At the last possible second, Harry Smith jumps back into the ring and gets his corner just one more shot at gold! The crowd ignites in a wild pop, as their boys are still in this thing! Haas is forced off of Wilson’s body, looking more irate than he has in the whole match. This prompts Haas to get up off of Wilson and bash Smith with a hard European uppercut that sends him against the ropes … before it’s Haas’ turn to clothesline him outside!!

Smith is forced back out of the ring, the corners once again empty and two near exhausted men left to do battle. Haas takes the more withered Wilson and drags him towards the WGTT corner, where Benjamin would be if he had recovered. Haas hoists Wilson up onto the top rope before climbing on up there himself. The crowd can see what he’s going for, setting up for a big SUPERPLEX … NO!! Wilson begins to fight out of it, slapping right hand after right hand against Haas’ temple. When Haas is weakened enough, Wilson manages to pull a knee up to level and CRACK THE KNEE AGAINST HAAS’ CHIN!!

This immediately dizzies Haas enough to nearly lose his footing on the top rope. As Haas almost falls from this perch, Wilson takes Haas and stands on the middle rope, surprising quite a few and getting the entire arena on their feet when Haas is draped across his shoulders. Wilson lets out a quick yell of adrenaline before leaping … ROLLING STAMPEDE!! ROLLING STAMPEDE!! THE SUPER ROLLING FIREMAN’S CARRY DRILLS HAAS!!

The crowd is absolutely on fire after that huge move, the same move that won the Sons the #1 contendership. Everyone’s on their feet and trying to pump up the home team, but all the abuse Wilson has taken has left him in bad shape, not able to capitalize on his big move right away. Haas is completely lain out, Wilson having to potentially use every last bit of his remaining energy to crawl on top of Haas and sling just one arm over –

ONE…


TWO…


THREE…NO!!!

HAAS ROLLS A SHOULDER!! I CANNOT BELIEVE IT!! Charlie Haas just manages to throw his shoulder up, now to Wilson’s complete and utter dismay. The crowd deflates when ref Ramsey only says two, leaving Wilson to grip at his midsection in both discomfort and disbelief. Even so, Haas’ body has not moved at all since he was super steamrolled. Only when Wilson struggles to get back to his feet does Haas even being moving, and that’s just to (conveniently) turn over to his back.

His tag partner gone for the moment, Wilson looks at Haas and sees this as another big opportunity. Haas takes his wounds and starts to climb back up to the top rope, prepping himself for what could be the finishing blow on a big move…Benjamin suddenly flies into the frame…AND LEAPS CLEANLY ONTO THE TOP ROPE … AND TOSSES WILSON OFF THE TOP WITH THE BELLY TO BELLY TOSS!! OHH MY GAAAAAAHHHHDDD!!!

Benjamin springs into the ring from literally nowhere to put Wilson right back at the disadvantage, both men now completely lain out and lifeless on the canvas. Benjamin crawls back over through the ropes and into his corner despite the referee admonishing. Smith is just now getting to his corner and now the race is on!! Both men are giving what little they have left to crawl for dear life towards their partners, the result of the entire match and thus the first ever AOW World Tag Team Championships could hang in the balance on this tag … and Haas gets to his corner first…only for Wilson to get there literally a second later!!

Both Benjamin and Smith rush towards one another with the crowd hot, both men with the same idea of momentum … until Benjamin twists around the rushing Smith…arm drags him to the ground … AND LOCKS IN THE SCISSORED ARMBAR!! SCISSORED ARMBAR!! BENJAMIN IS IMMEDIATEY GOING FOR THE KILL!! The new signature submission debuted by Benjamin at This is Exile to try and defeat Haas makes another appearance, this time being executed out of nowhere! Smith’s broad shoulders are being torqued considerably, twisted into their very physical limit. Benjamin is yelling at Smith to tap to end this contest, but Smith shows the infamous Dungeon resolve and starts to find his way out of the move, popping his hips forward and getting able to get to a vertical base … forcing Benjamin to shift around on his shoulders…before having him draped over one shoulder … RUNNING POWERSLAM … NO!! Charlie Haas pulls Smith’s leg from under the bottom rope as he ran by, tripping him up and causing Benjamin to fall right on top of Smith –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

TJ Wilson jumps in now, again, more out of frustration than lack of faith. He’s probably also pissed that Haas potentially broke his ‘honor’ code for that one with a possibly blatantly heelish tactic. Smith is still down, but Benjamin gets back up to see the thorn in his side Wilson, who he tries to toss back over the top rope…but Wilson hangs on and adjusts himself on the apron! Shelton thought he had chunked Wilson out, having turned away and now slowly turning back around towards the apron…Wilson leaping … AND GOING FOR A SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE ... BENJAMIN SUPERKICK … NO!! WILSON CATCHES THE KICK AS HE HITS THE CANVAS!!

Wilson stops his entire move in the middle to stop the way he lost to Benjamin weeks ago! The Executors of Excellence show their machine-like scouting once again, but this doesn’t stop Benjamin from being spun around and trying for another DRAGON WHIP … Wilson ducks … AND CAUSES BENJAMIN TO HIT CHARLIE HAAS RIGHT OFF THE APRON!! Benjamin hits his tag team partner out of his own reach, the more aggressive and ‘heelish’ WGTT member even looking surprised. The very same move that cost them their Trios Tournament match rears again! As Haas tumbles to the floor, the entire crowd pops, as Smith is back on his feet and trapping Benjamin in a bearhug. Wilson quickly leaps back up to the second rope before leaping towards both men … HART ATTACK!! HART ATTACK FROM THE SECOND ROPE!! Benjamin is down, Haas is down on the outside, and Wilson hurries to get out of there before Ramsey shoos him out, Smith going for the immediate cover. All of Montreal counts down with this one –

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……ONE……
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……TWO……
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……THREE……
!!!


Here are your winners and NEW AOW World Tag Team Champions…THE SONS OF THE DUNGEON at (17:35)


FINALLY!! The boys from Canada break their machine-like focus and are overwhelmed with euphoria as the Bell Center completely loses its top!! The referee hands them their gold, the two rookies looking into the reflections before sharing an embrace. They break only to go up to the turnbuckles and hold the titles high for their entire country to see



Joey Styles:
The AOW Tag Titles have become the AOW World Tag Titles, and they’ve changed hands on that ground-breaking defense!! The Hart legacy continues as the Sons of the Dungeon get the biggest win of their young careers!!


JBL:
I love it! Kudos to the kids. They earned their shot, they earned this opportunity, an’ low an’ behold, there they are with gold straps. Benjamin an’ Haas were fantastic, but these two were just better.


Joey Styles:
I’m surprised we’re in consensus there, John, but the Sons were in consensus themselves on that match, very much in contrast to their opponents. On this night in Montreal, it’s the kids, the rookies taking center stage and becoming the NEW AOW World Tag Team Champions. What a match and what a win!!


On that, we get a shot of the new champions arm-in-arm heading back up the ramp, both of them feeling quite exhausted. But even so, they have more than enough strength to hold their new straps up in their other hands. The shot in the ring is just that of an extremely disappointed Charlie Haas, who is staring down at his partner who has yet to his feet. Haas, surprisingly, doesn’t help his partner up. All he does is look up the aisle to see two young, brand new champions.





***

We’re brought to the booming, bright city of Las Vegas, Nevada – casinos lined up on every corner, people dressed in their finest, limousines all over the streets, and live band tunes blaring their trumpets.

The camera steps through the doors of one of the casinos and shows us to a room bustling with commotion, but a closer look shows us one of the men participating in the fun is Antonio Banks rolling some dice…and rolling terribly



Banks
:
Damn! Another bad roll!

A man in a tux next to Banks leans in

Man
:
Shouldn’t you be better at this?

Banks:
What? Just ‘cause I’m black, I’m supposed to be good at dice?

The camera leaves the offended Banks to show us a quartet of guys playing cards – Jack Evans, Low Ki, The Miz, and Jamie Noble

Dealer
:
Alright, gentlemen – show your hands!

Jack Evans throws a hand down, followed by Jamie Noble

Noble
:
HA-HA!! Read’em an’ weap, ya city slickers!

Noble is stopped from grabbing his winnings by Miz, who lays down his hand

The Miz
:
I don’t think so! Mike Mizanin, poker extraordinaire!!

Miz now reaches over to grab the chips, but he’s stopped by Low Ki with no change in expression…who drops down…a full house!

Evans
:
Wow! That’s some poker face, Ki!

The Miz:
HEY! That’s four in a row! No fair!

Evans:
Do you want him to kick you back into a closet?

Miz gets sweaty and terrified, sitting back down silently. The camera now pans aside to see Bryan Danielson standing alongside William Regal at a roulette table. The dealer stands between them

Danielson
:
So, how the heck does the Dynasty Tournament even work?

Man:
Well, it’s random. No one knows who they’re gonna face until the night of the contest. Everyone draws numbers and whoever gets the same numbers, that’s who you face.

Danielson:
Really? There’s like thirty-two guys in that tournament!

Regal:
Quit complaining, youngster. Hey you – throw that pebble.

Danielson shrugs his shoulders and the dealer flicks the little white ball, the ‘pebble’ landing on a little square that has the number “16”

Danielson
:
16? Hey, who’s the unlucky guy who’s gonna face me! Who else got 16?

Danielson is consumed by a large shadow before looking up and seeing Samoa Joe. Regal has a small chuckle as Danielson’s mouth goes agape, but we soon pan away from that to see Brian Kendrick and Paul London jumping on a pool table and kicking things all over the place and acting like general monkeys

We then switch to a view of a security viewer wall, Chris Jericho apparently the man in charge of the entire casino. He speaks into a walkie-talkie


Jericho
:
We’ve got a couple of guys acting like Hooliganz on table four. Get rid of’em.

Cut to a shot of Paul Wright in a bouncer’s outfit and sunglasses, throwing the struggling tag team out the front door. We then cut to someone sitting at a bar, the bartender taking note of what just occurred

Bartender
:
Well, I guess those guys got eliminated. You want somethin’ hard there, tough guy?

The camera turns to reveal the man to be CM Punk

Punk
:
Naw. Just get me a Pepsi. It’s gonna be a long night.

The scene becomes blurry and in the background to words scrolling across the screen

Narrator
:
The 2008 AOW Dynasty Tournament – starting June 4th and lasting until July 2nd for the 3-hour Finals Supershow, Rise of a Dynasty, live from the MGM Grand in Las Vegas!

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~Back at ringside…


**619 ESTA VIVO**


Rey Mysterio is greeted with a very warm reception, stepping onto the stage and adjusting his mask. He points to the crowd and acknowledges his great reaction before shaking his knee and making his way down the asie



Tony Chimel:
The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from San Diego, California, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds…REY MYYYSTERRIOOOOO!!!


Joey Styles:
Despite being with AOW for its entire run thus far, the veteran Rey Mysterio is actually making his AOW Pay-Per-View debut! Injures have marred his stay here thus far, but now Mysterio’s back, his knee seems to be healed, and he’s ready to shut Carlito Colon up.


JBL:
The only thing Rey Mysterio could shut up is his own damn mouth. Look at this little jumpin’ bean tryin’ to exercise his ego over a young budding star. News flash, Rey - your knee surgery was the first sign that you’re GETTING OLD!! Now take the hint an’ go away!



**QUIEN SOY YO?**



Mysterio barely has time to actually step in the ring before the theme for his nemesis hits. A light rain of heat comes down on the puffy-haired one, Carlito Colon making his way through the doors with his white blazer and apple in tow. An all too smug smile is on his face as he walks, looking incredibly overconfident.



Tony Chimel:
And the opponent – from San Juan, Puerto Rico, weighing in at two hundred twenty-eight pounds…CARLITO COLOOOONNN!!


Joey Styles:
You wanna talk about egos running rampant, look no further than this guy. His head’s swollen to the size of his hair since he had to take down Tres Reyes almost by himself.


JBL:
He did do it by himself! He didn’t have any help then an’ he doesn’t have the Samoan Fight Club by him today. This kid stands by his word – when he wants to take out the trash, he does it by himself.






~Grudge Match~

Rey Mysterio v. Carlito Colon


The two proud Latin American natives circle the ring, doing so in their own pace – Mysterio rapidly sidesteps around while Carlito strokes at his goatee and just strolls, a little bit of a smirk appearing on his face. The crowd keeps their buzz, getting louder when Mysterio tries to initiate a lock up, only for Colon keep strolling past him to great heat. This subtle sign of disrespect doesn’t sit well with the masked one, who immediately starts going to town on Carlito’s calves, peppering his legs with kick after kick!! Carlito grabs at his stinging thighs, unable to shake off the little guy no matter much he tries to cover up.

After six kicks or so, Mysterio forces Carlito up against the ropes and looks to whip him across, only to get the whip reversed. Mysterio leaps and springs off of the second rope and grabs Carlito’s poofy hair and head in the SPINNING HEADSCISSORS!! Carlito is thrown off balance, which forces him to fall … RIGHT ON THE MIDDLE ROPE!! Could this be it so soon?? Montreal certainly thinks it could, the entire arena now getting on their feet as Rey rebounds off the ropes and looks for the 619 … NO!!

Carlito dodges the move while it was in full-swing, forcing Rey to spin all the way around. Carlito remains in the ring, simply just removing himself from the middle rope. He tries to get back to his feet, obviously still a little bit disoriented. As he tries, Mysterio is waiting…stalking on the apron for perhaps more high-octane offense … Carlito is vertical … he turns around … Mysterio leaps … SPRINGBOARD HURRICANRANA … BUT CARITO CATCHES REY … and uses his momentum … TO DUNK HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR!! WOW!! An alley-oop counter dunks Rey right over to top, the luchador tumbling on down! The replays show that Rey’s head and neck may have hit the ring lip on the way down, further worsening the damage on the sickening impact, Rey still crumpled up in a heap.

Carlito’s smirk is back, prompting a good bit of heat while he adjusts his wristbands. ‘Lito doesn’t follow Mysterio all the way to the floor. Instead, he steps through the ropes and lies in wait on the apron, far away from Mysterio’s position. What’s he got in mind here? Rey uncoils from his painful position, stumbling back onto his feet to now face a stalking Carlito … DIVING DOUBLE-AXE HANDLE FROM THE APRON TO THE FLOOR!! A sick impact as Carlito’s clubs meet Rey’s head at such high a high velocity!! Referee Justin King is telling Carlito he needs to get him back in the ring, ‘Lito taking a moment to lift himself off the outside padding and grabbing Mysterio by the base of his neck and tights. He then throws Mysterio back in, quickly following after and going for the first cover of this contest –

ONE…


TWO…


NO!!

Mysterio rolls a shoulder! A big spot early, but it doesn’t down the determined luchador! Carlito tries not to let it get to him so early, instead just measuring Mysterio some more as he rises to his feet gripping at his neck. When Mysterio turns back around, he sees a running Carlito and eats a RUNNING KNEE LIFT, but doesn’t go down, only for Carlito to rebound off the closest ropes and force Mysterio down with the NASTY CLOTHESLINE!! THE KNEE LIFT/CLOTHESLINE COMBO CONNECTS!! Carlito with another cover –

ONE…


TWO…


NO!!

Mysterio has lots more left in him, regardless of Carlito completely catching him off guard in the early going. Colon is visibly vexed, perhaps now knowing that he has to wear the little shit down. He pulls Mysterio back to his feet and throws him into a corner. Rey hits it so hard, he whiplashes a bit, Carlito still not letting up and grabbing Rey’s head and shoves it through the second rope. Colon then begins choking Rey by setting his entire body weight on the back of Rey’s neck and pressing it all up against the ropes. This is clear and much more blatant disrespect than the opening seconds, Colon just taunting Rey as the crowd throws a great deal of heat. King gets to his refereeing duties after begging ‘Lito to let go and he won’t –

…1!!
…2!!
…3!!
{Ju’re nothing, Mysterio!}
…4!!
“Hey, come on!! Get off him, Carlito!”

King pulls Carlito off of the asphyxiating San Diego native, admonishing him for his heel tactics. Carlito holds his hands up like he was doing nothing wrong at all, Mysterio now having to get some air back into his body. Carlito brushes past the ref and reaches over the ropes, yanking Mysterio to a vertical base on the apron. The two scuffle for control for a moment before suddenly, Rey drops off the apron and seems to take Carlito’s face with him … HOTSHOT!! Mysterio forces Carlito’s neck to bounce off the ropes, stunning him and getting the King of Mystery back into things!

It’s Carlito’s turn to fall to the mat and grip at his throat, Mysterio jumping back up on the apron and waiting for Carlito to get back up … he springboards … but doesn’t wait for Carlito turn around … SEATED SENTON FACEBUSTER!! Mysterio possibly making a whole new move with the seated senton to the back of the neck and Colon’s face being driven into the canvas! Either way, Mysterio still pops right back up after the move and bounces off the ropes to greet an on-his-knees Carlito – LOW DROPKICK RIGHT TO THE JAW!! Carlito has his face rearranged on two consecutive moves, Mysterio going for his first cover now –

ONE…


TWO…


NO!!

Carlito still has a good bit of life in him here, Rey now going back to trying to up the momentum by rebounding off the ropes … TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER!! Carlito stunts things yet again, showing that he’s scouted Rey to the utmost extent and goes for another cover –

ONE…


TWO…


NO!!

Mysterio, again, has much left in his system than that! Already, these two have exchanged heavy blows and have gotten off to a hellova start, but now Carlito locks Rey down in a seated double underhook rest hold. Mysterio tells the ref that he doesn’t want to give up, Carlito egging him to do so. Colon keeps trying to wrench back harder with the move, but Rey keeps resisting both Colon and Colon’s submission attempts. The crowd starts clapping away to get Mysterio charged back up, Rey adhering to his fans north of the border and starting to get back to his feet, only for Carlito to change his grip once he’s vertical and go from the double underhook to a HIGH ANGLE BACKDROP!! Rey’s head bounces off the canvas with authority, Carlito another cover –

ONE…


TWO…


NO!!

Again, Mysterio shows he’s still got much left in the tank, Carlito not done wearing the little guy down yet. He catches Mysterio in another seated position, going for the chin lock this time. Rey screams in pain but again tells King he won’t give in, Colon shaking his poofy head and telling Rey to go ahead and give up and go away. Mysterio doesn’t stay in this one for too long, working his way back up to a vertical base and starts trying to jab Carlito in the gut with elbows, only for Colon to hold on.

Rey can’t turn around completely, Carlito turning the chin lock into a modified headlock now. Rey keeps trying to fight his way out of the vicegrip, continuing to struggle until he…steps on Carlito’s toe? Well, if it works, it works! Colon now limps away from Mysterio while gripping at his boot and shunning the crowd for their laughter. The laterally thinking luchador takes a moment to get more break in him before running at Colon once again … HURRICANRANA!! The move is hit to perfection, almost as if Rey is in his prime again, flinging Carlito across the canvas and out of the ring!

Colon seems to have gone out on his own power, perhaps now looking to regroup or just try and jam Rey’s momentum again. Whatever the case, he walks around on the outside, running his fingers through his poof and trying to walk off his stubbed toe. Mysterio doesn’t let the disrespectful youngster out of his sight, however, heading to the top rope and looking out over the outside … LEAPING … SEATED SENTON FROM THE TOP ALL THE WAY TO THE OUTSIDE!! OH MY!! Mysterio again flies like he’s back in his youth … but Mysterio landed badly and is tending towards his surgically repaired knees, reminding us that he is indeed battle tested. It takes Rey a moment to limp back to his feet, bring Carlito up, and sling him under the bottom rope into the ring for another cover –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

A little bit closer that time, but Colon still manages to get a shoulder up. Mysterio tries to shake some life back into the left knee and trying to bring Carlito back up to his feet, but the ever aware Puerto Rican springs to life and picks Rey up off his feet … AND SLAMS HIS LEGS INTO A CORNER!! The unorthodoxed toss leaves Rey in a heap, but when he screams in pain and tends to his knee, it’s obvious that Carlito’s noted the weak spot.

‘Lito looks to keep the pressure on Rey’s recovering knee, laying it out in front of him and just STOMPING ON IT REPEATEDLY!! Mysterio screams through his mask and curls up once again, Carlito now getting a bit of a smirk on his face. This, predictably, garners a purely negative reaction from the crowd. Carlito certainly doesn’t seem to care, stomping on Rey to force himself flat once more. With that done, Colon climbs through the ropes and sets up on the apron for something … leaning back … SLINGSHOT SUMMERSAULT SENTON – ONTO THE SURGICALLY REPAIRED KNEE!! Carlito has more than done his homework, the entire crowd now deflated on the impact and watching Mysterio writhe on the canvas in absolute agony. The heartwrenching image is interrupted by ‘Lito, who hooks Rey’s injured left leg and goes for another cover –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

Mysterio still has life, even if he doesn’t have a left leg! Colon gets in the referee’s face and demands that that was a three count, but King says it was just two. Colon argues at more length, but then stops to reach down and look to do more damage to the knee … BUT HE’S PULLED INTO A SMALL PACKAGE!! Mysterio out of nowhere –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

Carlito undoes the package just in time!! The Puerto Rican has to catch his breath for a moment, almost getting caught there. Rey uses that moment to try and get to his feet, limping as he does so. Colon notices this and sees the bent over Mysterio and goes for perhaps another RUNNING KNEE LIFT … MYSTERIO SPINS TO DODGE IT … AND GRABS CARLITO FROM BEHIND INTO ANOTHER SURPRISE PIN!! Can the roll-up get him –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

And again Carlito just manages to throw his legs up right before the three! Rey seems to be getting back into things little by little here, springing back to his feet as best he can and trying to whip Colon into the ropes. This is predictably countered, but Rey ducks underneath a clothesline attempt on the rebound, running and hitting a SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT off the second rope, catching Carlito … INVERTED DDT!! MOONSAULT TO INVERT DDT!! AJ Styles would like that one, Mysterio definitely now back in the swing of things as he covers Colon –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

Colon throws up a shoulder!! The Latino Savior showing he’s got more than that in the tank! Mysterio holds up two fingers as if to ask the ref if it was only two, which unfortunately was. Rey collapses back down for a moment out of disappointment before gather his nerves to stand up again. He does a good limp before shaking his left leg, the knee holding up nicely on the springboard at least. Carlito is struggling to recover from that surprise move, now on all fours. Mysterio sees this as a chance, leaping over ‘Lito’s back and pulling him over for the OKLAHOMA ROLL –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

And again Carlito just manages to get out of the quick pins! This time Carlito rolls back to his feet and braces against the ring ropes, only for Mysterio to approach him and start peppering him with thigh kicks yet again! Rey gets several good shots in before taking Colon and again attempting a whip, only for Carly to reverse it. On this go ‘round, Mysterio wraps his arms around the ropes to make sure he doesn’t go anywhere, prompting Colon to rush at him and EAT A BOOT that sends him reeling again. This gives Rey the space he needs to actually rebound off the ropes and run at Colon, show more flash with the INVERTED BODYSCISSORS and popping up for the BULLDOG … BACKCRACKER!! BACKCRACKER!! BACKCRACKER OUT OF THE INVERTED BODYSCISSORS!! OH MY!!

That one is literally out of nowhere, Mysterio struck so hard by the move, he falls under the bottom rope and FLOPS TO THE FLOOR, OUT OF CARLITO’S LAST DITCH EFFORT REACH!! The sight of Rey writhing in agony about his spine is little consolation to the Bad Apple. Carlito can’t go stop Mysterio from rolling out of the ring, his head still spinning from the quick pace and possibly still feeling the effects from the inverted DDT.

Carlito tries to shrug it off and shakes his head and makes his signature hair jiggle as he does. He has to will himself to roll out of the ring and drunkenly lean up against the ring lip to support himself before taking Rey and rolling him back under the bottom rope. Carlito follows him back in as quickly as he can, slumping over and throwing his body onto Mysterio’s, hooking a leg for definite measure –

ONE…


TWO…


THR…!!!


NO!!!

MYSTERIO ROLLS THE SHOULDER!! Carlito took too much precious time and it costs him dearly!! The crowd goes NUTS, Colon pounds the mat in anger and gets in King’s face, forcibly telling him that ‘THAT WAS THREE!! CARLITO KNOWS HE HAD HIM!!’ The man in stripes just shakes his head and infuriates Colon even more.

Mysterio is barely moving, struggling to get to the ropes and pull himself to his feet from his ailing knees and now ailing spine. Carlito, meanwhile, is absolutely seething. He stalks Mysterio until he gets completely vertical, rushing at him one more time and looking for something else … DROP TOEHOLD! Mysterio just barely manages to pull a fast one, on Carlito, the Bad Apple landing … ON THE MIDDLE ROPE!!

Mysterio barely has enough in him to completely get stable and to his feet, wobbling as he tries. He still manages to run to the ropes and rebound, looking for THE BIG 619 … NO!! Rey took too long and Carlito has ample time to move out of the way, making Rey spin all the way around again and grabbing him at the back … BACKCRACKER … NO!!!

The veteran has ring presence and grabs onto the top rope, forcing Carlito to fall back empty handed and whiplash violently off the canvas! The Apple Spitter rolls back to his feet and grips at the back of his head, Mysterio now catching him weakened … STEP-UP ENZEGUIRI!! Colon is positively stupefied, turning about face on the blow … and falling on the second rope on the opposite side!

The Belle Center begins to light up yet again, Mysterio taking deep breaths as he nears exhaustion before rebounding off the ropes and … 619!! 619 CONNECTING!! The cross-country call to San Diego hits, but Mysterio pays for it, as his knees start acting up after the impact. Carlito falls flat, but while Rey has to pause for the pain, the crowd is letting out considerable buzz. We look over to see why … and see that SIAKI IS DISTRACTING THE REFEREE!!

One half of the Samoan Fight Club has indeed shown up and distracting the ref! Mysterio pays him no heed, however, and leaps up to the top rope and goes to DROP DA DIME with a high springboard … Manu suddenly appears and slides in perfectly timed as he leaps … SAMOAN DROP!! SAMOAN DROP!! MANU CATCHES MYSTERIO OUT OF MIDAIR WITH THE RIB CRUNCHING SAMOAN DROP!! Just as quickly as the big man appeared, Manu disappears and Siaki leaves the ref alone once the deed is done. The crowd is throwing a huge amount of heat as a dazed Carlito simply rolls over and hooks both of Mysterio’s legs –

ONE…


TWO…


THREE…!!!


Here is your winner…CARLITO COLON at (10:27)


Carlito steals one with a little bit of help!! A much denser round of heat comes down for Carlito as he tries to roll away, being helped out of the ring by both Siaki and Manu. He doesn’t even get his hand raised by the ref, just opting to slink away in the arms of his Fight Club



Joey Styles:
No!! That was a travesty!! Colon just used the Samoan Fight Club for the victory!


JBL:
What a brilliant man! Carlito with another huge win to show up Rey Mysterio! Get it, kid!


Joey Styles:
Oh so I have to pipe down when Brian Danielson wins. But you have fair game to sit here and pump your fist for Carlito?


JBL:
That’s exactly right, Poindexter. Because the guys I cheer for actually deserve to be cheered. Carlito Colon, ladies an’ gentlemen! Your Latino Savior!


JBL gives a great signing off line, Mysterio gripping at his knee and trying to get to his feet and having to watch Carlito leave with a weary smile and his arms slung over the shoulders of the feral looking Samoan Fight Club.


The camera pans back to the announce booth, JBL and Styles still pumped up



Joey Styles:
Well, this night has barely just begin and some incredible developments already unfolding. An amazing, if marred by interference, match we just saw between Carlito and Rey Mysterio, but we have new World Tag Team Champions!


JBL:
I’m sure somewhere, the Hitman is smilin’ behind them sunglasses, especially with it happening right here, north of the border.


Joey Styles:
That’s right, but to kick off the night, we witnessed an absolutely incredible Cruiserweight Championship contest that I think set the tone perfectly for the remainder of the night.


JBL:
Actually, it didn’t. That match set the tone with ‘the wrong guy won’, but so far, other than that match, guys that deserved to win have won.


Joey Styles:
Oh my lord. Do you ever stop complaining?


JBL:
Well, I don’t have Internet, so I have to complain here.


We take the focus off the bickering-like-a-married-couple booth to the entrance stage, where there seems to be a big, solid gold trophy standing on a red platform with the words “Trios Tournament Champions” etched into the base.


Joey Styles:
Well there you see it, folks. The trophy that represents the best trio in the wrestling world and the first team to ever hold it will be decided in just a few moments.


JBL:
These two teams have had some great matches and some terrific battles to get here, but only one of’em is gonna be able to walk outta here with that solid gold cup. An’ mark my words, Mercenaries, Inc. will be takin’ that baby home.


Joey Styles:
Mercenaries, Inc. have yet to really show any kind of weakness in this Tournament, but you can’t deny the resiliency that’s been displayed by the team known as Tres Reyes.


JBL:
Or whatever the hell their name is this week.


Joey Styles:
They do have a tad of an identity crisis, but with the luchador rookie Aero Star being officially named their captain following Oblivion last week, they have a whole new lease on life for the finals!


JBL:
Let’s just take a look at some of battles these teams have had to go through.


ROAD TO THE FINALS


Tres Reyes
Def. American Made & Ken Doane at (13:33)
Def. Samoan Fight Club & Carlito at (14:14)


Mercenaries, Inc.
Def. The Hooliganz & Jack Evans at (6:42)
Def. Sons of the Dungeon & Lance Storm at (12:34)




***DING DING DING***



Tony Chimel:
The following contest is the AOW Trios Tournament FINALS!!!


The crowd lets out a loud pop for that


Tony Chimel:
This match will be contested under Trios rules, where the only way to win is to either pin two members of the opposing team OR pin the designated captain of the opposing team.



**SIN LIMITES**



An awesome pop greets the Mexicans that only gets louder when Aero Star’s music keep tuning and no one comes out…only for the Mexicools to both ride out on their old riding mowers! Aero Star is nowhere to be seen, but when the Mexicools put the mowers in park right in front of the double doors, Aero Star suddenly bursts through and LEAPS CLEANLY OVER TWO LAWN MOWERS, tuck and rolling onto a knee and being pulled up by his teammates! All three men now stroll down the aisle, ready for their big moment in the sun.



Tony Chimel:
Introducing first, from Mexico City, Mexico, weighing in at a combined weight of five hundred and sixty pounds…the team of Aero Star, Super Crazy, and Psicosis…TREEES REYEEESS!!!


Joey Styles:
And that’s just a touch of the athleticism and aerobatics that has made Aero Star not just one of the most must-see luchador prospects in all the world, not just one of the brightest rookies we have in AOW, but it’s also made him the team captain for this Trios Final round.


JBL:
I talked about it last week, Joey, if Tres Reyes or whatever their name is wanted any shot at competing in this Final, they needed to get the captain’s title away from that concussed Super Crazy. Of course, a concussion makes Super Crazy act more sane than usual, but the point still stands.



**WELCOME TO WHITECHAPEL**



The ominous pipe organs hit the threshold and give way to the much less theatrical Mercenaries, Inc. William Regal is in one of his very regal robes, while his Mercenaries simply have their jackets and roses. They toss off their jackets and follow Regal down the ramp, none of them showing any kind of emotion. But before Chimel can announce their weights, all three of their opponents suddenly rush from the ring…AND HIT THE MERCS WITH THREE DIVING CROSSBODIES!! We’re starting this one right away!!






~AOW Trios Tournament Finals~


Tres Reyes v. Mercenaries, Inc.



And everything has already started so white-hot!! Super Crazy storms out in the madness to retrieve Regal and grab him by the neck and base of his tights and fling him into the ring!! Crazy is completely fueled by Regal trying to decapitate him four days ago!! Regal still hasn’t had any kind of chance to regain himself, let alone take off his fancy robe.

Super Crazy lashes at it, nearly tearing it off of Regal’s body and tosses it aside, referee Justin King not sure entirely what to do. He tells Crazy to cool it down, but Crazy pays no heed and heads to the top rope!! The entire Belle Center is still on their feet with Crazy, Psicosis and Aero Star cheering him on from the apron as Regal dizzily gets back to his feet…MISSILE DROPKICK!! Super Crazy with a huge move just a few seconds in! Crazy with a white hot cover –

ONE…


TWO…


THREE-NO!!!


Regal manages to throw up a shoulder! The captain of the guard gets caught off guard, but not enough! As soon as Regal gets out of the first pinfall, however, Crazy doesn’t let up in the slightest, his blood festering to a boil…AND STARTS HEADING TO THE TOP ROPE AGAIN!! This time, Crazy’s back is to Regal and it takes him a moment to properly get his balance and perhaps go for the BIG MOONSAULT…WAIT!! Both Burchill and Albright have recovered and jumped up onto the apron, distracting not only Crazy, but the Reyes’ corner as well!

King orders that both men go to the opposite side of the ring and get into their own corner, both brilliant brutes adhering to those words. As they drop off the apron and head on over, Crazy has to set up all over again and GO FOR ANOTHER MOONSAULT…NO!!! Regal pulls him by his long, curly hair and FORCES THE BACK OF HIS HEAD TO HIT THE BASE OF THE TURNBUCKLE!! Crazy goes from moonsault perch to Tree of Woe in one fell swoop!! Super Crazy’s

Regal takes a moment to tend to his wounds and walk them off, gripping at the base of his neck and showing a great deal of anger that we haven’t seen on the calm, collected Brit since coming to AOW. Regal wipes his mouth and heads to his corner to tag aggressively tag in Paul Burchill. Regal shouts at Burchill to “SICK HIM!!”, saliva flying from his lips. Regal really has lost a bit of his cool here. Burchill snarls, but in no time at all, he rushes across the ring and DRILLS THE DANGLING SUPER CRAZY WITH A BASEBALL SLIDE TO THE FACE!!

Crazy’s head is driven further into the corner, his body collapsing to the canvas. The crowd isn’t even deflated, the Brits actually getting a good bit of love for that move as Burchill jumps on Crazy and pulls him farther away from the ropes for the Merc’s first cover –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!


PSICOSIS BREAKS UP THE COUNT!! Another near fall so early, Super Crazy surviving by the skin of his teeth by his tag team partner! It’s the face corner that pulls the first ‘interference’ of the match, Burchill getting upset and nearly going after Psicosis. King gets to him before Burch does and orders him back out. Burch tries to roam over to Super Crazy and continue the beatdown, but Crazy gets to his knees and starts trying to deliver blows to Burchill’s midsection, the crowd getting behind the luchadore with every hit.

But just when it seems like Crazy is going to get back into things, bad head and all, Burchill takes him and grapples him around the midsection, hoisting him up with a gutwrench…and holds him up in what looks like a Canadian backbreaker position. Burchill then adjusts one of his arms and quickly goes to adjust the other … ELEVATED NECKBREAKER!! WOW!! Crazy’s head crashes against the canvas with violent force!! Burchill goes for another cover –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

This time, it’s Super Crazy who rolls a shoulder for himself! Burchill’s snarl returns to his face as he sits up off of Crazy’s body, his turn to now play with his wrist tapings. Burchill then shakes his long hair a bit before grabbing hold of Supes’ hair and again forcing him to his feet … and CHUNKING HIM into his own corner…? What’s the method for this? Crazy is dead on his feet, only being held up by the unfeeling post, as Psicosis and Aero Star look at Burchill with disgust. Burchill gestures to Aero Star and then claps his hands together, telling Aero Star, the captain, to tag in.

The Mercs are keeping with their strategy of going right for the head of the snake. There’s distain in Star’s lips and he raises his arm to slap Crazy on the shoulder and become legal, but before it can come down, Psicosis slaps his fellow Mexicool on the shoulder and steps in to become the legal man, much to the chagrin of the Mercs, Inc. corner.

The savvy of Psicosis throws a wrench in the opponent’s plans, Psicosis now crouching over a little and telling Burchill to “come on, vato!” Burchill curls his lips in distain, staring at Psicosis with gold eyes. He soon gives in to his demands and the two initiate the first traditional move of the entire match with a lock-up, both men quickly struggling for position before Psicosis emerges the victor, trapping Burchill in a headlock.

Burchill leans back against the ropes and flings Psicosis across the ring into the ropes, but on the rebound, Burchill lowers his head only to get kicked in the face by Psicosis. Burchill grips his jaw and stands upright in pain, allowing Psicosis to backpedal against the ropes and come right back at him, cracking him again in the face with an impressive SPINNING WHEEL KICK!! Psicosis now with a cover –

ONE…


TWO…


NO!!

Burch still has much more in him than that, Psicosis grabbing at Burchill’s exposed head and wrapping it up in a headlock of his own. Psicosis wrenches and has it in deep, but Burchill still manages to not only get to his feet, but prep himself to deliver a backdrop … BUT PSICOSIS FLIPS OUT OF IT!! He lands right on his feet and uses the momentum to again backpedal off the ropes and speed towards Burchill … but Paul catches him … OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!! Psicosis is thrown through the air, his cruiserweight body flying with ease as Burchill flattens him out for another cover –

ONE…


TWO…


NO!!

Psicosis is showing some resolve there, but all it does is give Burchill the cue to drag Psicosis’ still unmoved body into his corner, now tagging in his tag partner and apprentice, Brent Albright. Burchill keeps hold of Psicosis and drags him to his feet, only to take him up and plant him with a high angle back suplex, almost German suplex like. Psicosis lands with his shoulders on the mat and his legs wide open, giving Albright the space to walk between them and set up for what looks like a wheelbarrow suplex … but instead works his arms up for a DOUBLE CHIKENWING LIFT!!

An impressive display of strength from the young stud here, but as he lifts Psicosis high, he backpedals into a leaning forward William Regal, who DRILLS PSICOSIS IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH AN ELBOW!! The momentum from that blow gives Albright the lavage to complete the combo with a CHICKENWING FACEBUSTER!! WOW!! An incredible triple team from Mercs, Inc. there!! Burchill turns Psicosis on his back for a devastating pin –

ONE…


TWO…

THREE…


NO!! AERO STAR BREAKS IT!!

Just in the nick of time, Aero saves it for his team!! Telling the story of Tres Reyes all through the tournament, Star keeps his team alive by diving out of the blue. Star rolls out just as quickly as he came in, Albright’s turn now to be somewhat angered. Psicosis still hasn’t moved much after the incredible triple team, but instead of throwing him aside like Burchill did, Albright shoots in … AND GOES FOR THE CROWBAR … NO!!

Psicosis is able to scurry out of the move before it’s locked in completely, scurrying to some nearby ropes. Albright tries to tear him away from those ropes, grappling him by the midsection and leading him away and possibly going for a GERMAN SUPLEX … but Psicosis jams it and throws an elbow right to Albright’s temple, giving him the space he needs to rebound off the ropes yet again … but he rushes RIGHT ONTO ALBRIGHT’S SHOULDERS!! What’s the rookie got in mind here? Albright sets himself for a potentially big move … BUT PSICOSIS TURNS IT INTO A DDT!! The lucha vet proves his worth once again, having enough gusto in him to shoot a half and cover Albright –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

Albright still has life! Psicosis runs his hands through his hair in one quick motion, but gets to his feet and steps on Albright’s face for good measure. He goes over into his corner and finally does tag in Aero Star, who gets the biggest pop by far of anyone who wasn’t born in Canada. Star doesn’t immediately spring in, instead waiting on the apron for Albright to get back to his feet … SPRINGBOARD HURRICANRANA!! Albright goes spinning as Aero Star immediately hits the skies!! But when Albright wills himself to get back to his feet after the disorienting move, he’s met immediately with A DOUBLE DROPKICK FROM THE MEXICOOLS!! ALBRIGHT FALLS THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE TO THE FLOOR!!

Albright flops in front of the announcers’ desk, Burchill and Albright both coming off the apron in the ‘heel corner’ to get him back to his feet. But this is obviously what Tres Reyes wanted. All three members of the team look at each other and crowd knows what’s possibly coming next. But this time it’s … different? None of the men set up for the triple Asai moonsault, instead the Mexicools charging along either side of Aero Star … TRIPLE TOPE TORPEDO!! TRIPLE TOPE TORPEDO!! TRES REYES TURNS ALL OF THEIR BODIES INTO MISSILES!! OH MY!!

Montreal is in an absolute FRENZY, as all six men hit the deck and the Reyes pull their second balls to the wall move of the contest!! Aero Star is the first man to recover, jumping to his feet and pumping his arms to another huge reaction. He doesn’t waste any time, taking the still legal Albright and throwing him underneath the bottom rope and into the ring, setting him up very close to a turnbuckle. Star then leaps into the ring right to the top rope of the corner he put Albright next to. His back is turned to Albright, looking for the FINISHING AERO STAR PRESS … NO!!

Albright isn’t spun out completely enough, bashing Star in the spine with several clubs to the spine. This stuns Star long enough for Albright to grab him in a half-nelson hold and drag him from off the top rope all the way back to the canvas … HALF-NELSON SUPLEX!! THE CONCUSSION CAUSING MOVE CONNECTS!! Aero Star sells the move like a champ, being slung all the way across the ring on the impact! Albright is still feeling the effects of all the moves he’s been hit with so far, not able to get to Star immediately and has to crawl all the way from one corner of the ring to the other, pull Sar away from the ropes, and then finally fall onto him for a cover –


ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

AERO STAR ROLLS A SHOULDER!! Albright pounds the mat in frustration, telling King that that was definitely three, but the zebra insists that it was only two. Sweat drips from Albright’s hair as he looks over to Star’s corner and sees that The Mexicools have both recovered from their time on the outside, causing Albright to instinctively look over into his corner, where Paul Burchill is still shaking cobwebs out of his head, but at least on the apron. Regal is doing his recovering off the apron on the outside.

Albright pulls Star to his feet and brings him to the Mercs, Inc. corner, tagging back in Burchill. Albright takes Star by the legs as Burchill enters by leaping onto the second turnbuckle … oh no … Albright sets up for the catapult…Burchill readies the clothesline … MERCY KILL … NOBODY HOME!! BURCHILL FLIES OVER ALBRIGHT WITH NO CLOTHESLINE CONNECTING!!

Why the hell wasn’t Aero Star beheaded? Because he curled up at the last minute on the catapult, legs pressed up against Albright’s body … and turns it into a MONKEY FLIP … RIGHT ON TOP OF BURCHILL!! AERO STAR MAKES A MERCENARIES SANDWICH!! Burchill grips at his midsection, while Albright rolls off and away, leaving Star the space he needs to pull off yet another fast one –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!!

Burchill rolls a shoulder now!! Aero seems to be just a bit peeved at that, pressing his lips together, but as he reaches over to maybe catch Burchill in another quick move, it’s Burchill who pulls a fast one by grabbing Star’s wrist and dragging him to the ground … ROYAL MUTILATION!! ROYAL MUTILATION!! THE FUJIWARA ARMBAR IS LOCKED IN!! The tendons are ripping and tearing in Aero’s arm, the crowd hot for him to get out of the move! Psicosis and Super Crazy both try to fly in to break the hold, but they’re stopped by the referee! The rookie all alone and getting his arm ripped off! We can’t see the look in Star’s eyes, but we can see the savage look in Burchill’s.
…………Star struggles…………
………clawing on his stomach to the side………
………the closest rope is right there………
…………………
……AND HE GOT IT!!

Star gets to the ropes and forces Burchill to let go of the hold…but Burchill won’t do it! He keeps the arm locked in and almost turns it into a key lock as Star uses the ropes to get back to his feet … but Star uses the ropes to backflip in place and torque out of the hold … AND CLOTHESLINE BURCHILL!! WOW!!

The kid is showing all kinds of acrobatic flash in this match, but he’s taken some damage and tags back in Super Crazy. Psicosis jumps in and Star doesn’t step out, but Crazy leaps instead to … the middle rope? Perhaps another big time move in the works, Psicosis and Star hoisting Burchill up … AND PLACING HIS LEGS OVER SUPER CRAZY’S SHOULDERS. Could this be what it looks like…?? Crazy leaps … A LUCHADOR TRIPLE POWERBOMB FROM THE SECOND ROPE!! OHH MY GAAAD!! No one or their mother saw that coming!!! The luchadors completely breaking the mold as the crowd goes nuts, Crazy keeping Burchill down with a prawn hold pin –

ONE…
{William Regal slides into the ring…}


TWO…
{Regal rebounds off the ropes…}


THREE…NO!!!
REGAL CRACKS CRAZY IN THE SKULL WITH THE KNEE TREMBLER!! They forgot about the captain and Regal reminded them of the concussion!! Regal finishes the job by smashing Aero Star with an elbow off the apron, while the recovering Albright grabs Psicosis’ foot and DROPS HIS FACE ON THE APRON, the extra men all clear for Burchill, still feeling the effects from the triple team, crawls over and slings an arm on top of Crazy –


ONE…


TWO…


THREE…!!!


ELIMINATED: SUPER CRAZY at (9:53)


And just like that, Tres Reyes is handicapped! But as Joey Styles explains, the consolation is that the decision to make Aero Star captain at the last minute proves its weight gold. That said, the rookie is the one who storms the ring and starts delivering hard blows to Paul Burchill, who barely has time to recover and is still feeling the effects of that powerbomb. Star rebounds off the ropes behind him, but Burchill catches him now in a NASTY CLOTHESLINE! Burch goes for what could be the winning fall –

ONE…


TWO…


NO!!

Star still has life and kicks out, but Burchill doesn’t risk any more damage and heads to his corner, tagging back in Regal. The swift captain enters and delivers a stomp to the still downed Star. He then brings Star to his feet and traps him in the corner, delivering a hard back elbow before tagging in Albright. Albright enters and throws a hard knee into the midsection of Star, further wearing him down, before tagging back in Burchill, who quickly delivers a blow to the head and tags Albright back in.

The precision tagging is wearing Star down considerably, Albright looking to cap it off by nailing Star with a European uppercut that causes Star to hit the canvas hard, but bounce back up and grip his neck. Brent takes the sitting up Star and tags in Regal, who shoves him between his legs and gets the double underhooks. Albright stays in and lays flat on the canvas as Regal lifts him up … DOUBLE UNDERHOOK POWERBOMB … ON THE KNEES OF ALBRIGHT!!! Another brutal sequence from the Mercs corner, Regal with an aggressive cover –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!!

Psicosis again storms the ring and this time, hits a low dropkick to get Sir Regal off of Star’s body. Regal does indeed shoot up off of Star’s body after the blow, going after Psicosis, again the Reyes pushing Regal’s buttons! King has to get between the two and order Psicosis back to the apron. While Regal has his back turned, Aero Star tries a fast one and ROLLS HIM UP FROM BEHIND –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!!

William throws his legs up just in time, getting to his feet, at the same time as Aero Star. Star rushes at Regal and NAILS ANOTHER HURRICANRANA!! Regal wobbles to his feet and Aero Star tries to get the momentum stirring by rushing back at him, but Regal ducks underneath whatever Star is trying and grapples him from behind … REGAL PLEX!! THE REGAL PLEX CONNECTS!! Regal takes a moment to reorient himself after nailing his namesake technique, shaking his head and flattening Star before covering him with his back, eagle spread –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!
STAR SHIFTS HIS WEIGHT AND TURNS IT INTO A SURPRISE CRUCIFIX!!

ONE…


TWO…


THREE…


NO!!

Regal just manages to rolls legs out, keeping his promise that Aero Star won’t catch him by surprise! Star tries to get to his feet, but Regal gets there first, charging at him and looking for A SECOND KNEE TREMBLER … NO!! Star sidesteps it and grabs Regal through his legs, another school boy attempt –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

Regal still keeps his vow, but again, he gets vertical before Star, and BASHES STAR IN THE HEAD WITH A BOOT!! Star goes right back flat, Regal now getting down for another count –


ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

Star flashes even more resolve there, but Regal and Co. look to still isolate him, Regal now tagging back in Albright. Albright and Regal whip Aero Star into the opposite ropes and look for a DOUBLE BACK TOSS … but Aero Star somehow stays suspended on their shoulders and doesn’t go over … before swinging forward and NAILING A DOUBLE DDT!!! DOUBLE DDT!! BOTH REGAL AND ALBRIGHT ARE DOWN!!

Psicosis is fired up on the apron along with the crowd, reaching over for Star to make the hot tag. Star crawls while clutching his back, still feeling the force of all the blows … AND TAGS IN PSICOSIS!! The veteran immediately jumps to the top rope and targets Albright, his back to him and looking for another big move … CORKSCREW SENTON FROM THE TOP … Burchill suddenly dives in, rolling Albright out of the way … AND TAKES THE BLOW FOR HIS APPRENTICE!!! WHAT ON EARTH???

The hard knocks mentor that Burchill has been since the start of the federation gives way to a man who takes a heavy hit for his trainee!! Psicosis is notably confused once he rolls back to his feet and looks over, but as soon as he does, he’s ambushed by a recovered Albright, who pulls Psicosis down by his arm … AND LOCKS IN THE CROWBAR!! THE CROWBAR IS LOCKED IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!! Psicosis thrashes around and tries to find the ropes!! Aero Star looks to leap up and springboard in but Regal, who is barely recovered from the DDT, rushes over to the other corner … AND CLOTHESLINES AERO OFF THE APRON BEFORE HE CAN LEAP!! Star crashes all the way down to the floor, leaving Psicosis alone in the middle of the ring with the brutal rookie…
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……………………………
……PSICOSIS REACHES OUT……
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………

…AND HE TAPS!! PSICOSIS TAPS OUT!!


Here are your winners and the 2008 Trios Tournament Champions…MERCENARIES, INC. at (13:10)


The most meticulously malicious team in all of AOW finally has the big win that they covet! Albright lets out a fist pump and clings to the ropes in adrenaline rush, William Regal coming up behind him and sharing in the rush. Both men then go over to peel Paul Burchill off the canvas and raise his hands


JBL:
Just call me Nostradamus.


Joey Styles:
I’ll call you Bradshaw and that’s all, but a huge win for Mercenaries, Inc. with a win they’ve wanted since the moment this Tournament was announced.


JBL:
An’ these guys went out an’ they got it. They had to adjust their strategy a little bit, they couldn’t get the captain like they wanted. The way you win may not be what you want, but in the end, it’s all you want.


Joey Styles:
That’s actually pretty well said, partner. Tres Reyes put up a great fight, but in the end, it was the power of one rookie, Brent Albright, overtaking the team of another rookie in Aero Star. Mercenaries, Inc., the brutal masterminds, stand tall as the very first ever AOW Trios Tournament Champions.


All three winners are in the ring, being handed the trophy we saw earlier. Regal takes it and they all give it a rub before Regal hands it over to the kid with the win, Albright. Albright raises it over his head as the crowd actually gives them a solid amount of applause, if a few boos sprinkled in.



Quote:






~AOW PRESENTS~
ONLINE OBLIVION
BI-WEEKLY DURING THE OFFSEASON
BEGINNING APRIL 9TH
8/7c exclusively on aohdubya.com

~Back at ringside…


Joey Styles:
That’s right, ladies and gents, immediately following tonight’s Pay-Per-View, the first ever professional wrestling Offseason will kick off and last until the fourth of June.


JBL:
I’m actually looking forward to two and a half months away from you, Joey.


Joey Styles:
It’s win-win partner, trust me. But on April 9th and 23rd, as well as May 7th and 21st, we’ll be streaming exclusively from aohdubya.com with Online Oblivion, coming to you right from the Davis Arena in Louisville, Kentucky.

JBL:
An’ if any of you fans are smart enough, you know that’s the exact same place as the AOW developmental core, Ohio Valley Wrestling.


Joey Styles:
Excellent point there, partner. Because Online Oblivions will be focused on showcasing not only the championships that may need to be defended, but also our developmental talent down in OVW will be getting their cracks at some guys on the actual roster.


JBL:
Good luck to those losers.


Joey Styles:
And speaking of that roster, some guys will be on the ‘Offseason roster’ and others won’t. Many will be taking that time off, but for anyone who holds a championship, they can’t do that. There’s a few guys in the back who want more ringtime and they won’t do that. So it’s gonna be an interesting mix of up-and-comers, hard workers, and established champions.


JBL:
I understand the name, Joey, but in the end, pro wrestling can’t ever have a true offseason. This is a business that runs 24/7, 365. But I admire what’s being done to give guys opportunities not just to showcase themselves more, but to protect their well-being.


Joey Styles:
It is a valiant effort, but I’ll worry about my vacation plans when this already monumental night is over. And I don’t ever want it to end!!



“DON’T CALL IT A COMEBACK~!!”


**MAMA SAID KNOCK YOU OUT**



And the Bell Center lets out a GRAND pop for Samoa Joe when he storms through the double doors, towel wrapped around his head. He snatches the towel off and sets it back around his neck, but we can see he has a shiner around his eye. The tank that is Joe doesn’t seem to mind it at all, just making the guy look more badass. He steps between the ropes and plays to the crowd for a moment before dumping his towel over the top


Tony Chimel:
The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from the Isle of Samoa, weighing in at two hundred seventy-six pounds…SAMOOOAAAAA JOOOOEEEE!!!


Joey Styles:
And you see the shiner right around Samoa Joe’s eye and that’s from taking two Knockout Punches from Paul Wright just four days ago. But you can also see that this man is almost completely unfazed, just showing how much of a beast he is. I don’t think there is anything that Samoa Joe won’t do to eliminate the ‘scum’ of AOW, no matter how huge the challenge.


JBL:
I love Samoa Joe’s style, I love everything he’s done, the man is damn near undefeated here in AOW. But I think he’s biting off the biggest chunk in the company an’ he doesn’t have the chops to chew it.



**KING OF MY WORLD**


The tune that usually begets the image of Chris Jericho is met with perhaps a preview of the heat Jericho will get, although a twinge of awe is in that heat when Paul “The Great” Wright steps through in all his gargantuan glory. Even in his own badass aura, he too has a bruise on his face from the lead pipe Joe hit him with.



Tony Chimel:
And the opponent…standing at seven feet tall and weighing four hundred and seventy-seven pounds…PAUL “THE GREEEEAAT” WRIIIIIIGGGHHT!!!


Joey Styles:
There are not many men who have beaten Samoa Joe to a pulp. And there are even fewer men who have done the same to this man. As a matter of fact, before Samoa Joe eliminated this man in the War Chamber, I don’t think I can remember the last time Paul Wright even so much as hit the canvas.


JBL:
He’s big, he’s mean, an’ he’s undefeated. There’s a reason this man was the anchor of the Worthy Legion – with all due respect to Jericho of course. But this guy was in his back pocket from the very first moment he showed up. An’ you wanna talk about guys like Brian Danielson or Shelton Benjamin having mean streaks they’re showin’ tonight – how about tonight, he’s pissed that someone managed to give him a nasty shiner.


Wright finishes his galumph down the aisle and steps over the top rope, staring a hole through the man directly across from him. He goes over to the ‘heel corner’, but when he turns back around, he and Joe still don’t break their mammoth staredown.





~The Unstoppable Force vs. The Immovable Object~


Samoa Joe v. Paul “The Great” Wright

Contrary to many of the hot starts before this one, Joe nor Wright are bursting out of the gate with anything. They take heed to JBL’s advice and slowly just approach one another, neither man looking the slightest bit intimidated by the other. The Canadian crowd begins to buzz considerably, both men just showcasing their unflinching walks and stares until they meet in the center of the ring. The dominating figure of Samoa Joe still has to look up at the frame of the destructive Wright. The bruises on both men’s faces are burning as bright as their eyes as the crowd begins to roar … then on the audience’s apex, Joe suddenly HEADBUTTS WIGHT RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES!! IT’S ON!!

This catches the giant completely by surprise, forcing him to reel a bit and for Samoa Joe to capitalize on this weak moment. Joe socks Wright in the jaw with a stiff right hand, followed by another, then another before beginning to drill him in the midsection with precision shoot kicks. Wright is forced to back all the way into a corner to try and get on the defense from Joe’s flurry, but after a moment or so of defensive action, Wright just reaches up in the middle of more Joe punches to grab him by the head … AND DELIVER A HEADBUTT OF HIS OWN!! It’s Joe’s turn to go reeling now, Wright lifting himself up out of the corner and following that up with ANOTHER HEADBUTT, this one sending Joe reeling into the opposite corner now.

The roles have now been completely reversed, Joe propped into the corner and having his body open, giving Wright all the space he needs to start PUNCHING JOE IN THE GUT OVER AND OVER LIKE A SAMOAN PUNCHING BAG!! Wright’s ham-sized hands would probably rupture the kidney of any other man getting punched there, but Joe just holds on to the ropes behind him and tries not to fall down.

All the air more than likely beaten out of Joe’s body, Wright takes him with one hand and sits him upright in the corner and moves that hand across his chest, moving Joe’s arms out of the way. Wright doesn’t need to hold a finger up to his lips to make the crowd silent, as they’ve dropped back down from their high after Wright’s onslaught on the One Man Army. They get deathly quiet when they see him raise his gargantuan right hand … AND SMACK JOE RIGHT ACROSS THE CHEST!!

The overhand chop echoes all over the Belle Center, the “OOOH”s being very sparse, but still heard. Joe curls up his upper body from the sting of the hand. Again, Wright looks to continue the punishment and throws Joe back up with one hand and opens him back up before once more raising his enormous palm … AND SMACKING JOE IN THE CHEST FOR A SECOND TIME!!

The “OOOOH”s are more prominent on that one, Joe feeling the pain. He drops to his knees and clutches at the point of impact, where we can clearly see the gigantic red markings of where the hand landed. But the punishment isn’t over so soon. Wright once more takes the weakened Joe and props him up in the same corner, opening him up, and looking for A THIRD CHOP TO THE CHEST … THE HAND COMES DOWN … BUT JOE GRABS IT BEFORE IT CONNECTS!!

Joe has to use both hands, but he stops the momentum of the hand before it impacts his chest once more, using nothing but sheer strength and will to power the hand of the big man away from him. The crowd is popping their heads off for Joe’s show of strength, none getting louder than when he successfully lifts the hand completely over his head.

Joe doesn’t spend much time with it there, just merely giving us the spectacle of his strength before throwing the hand aside and delivering a CHOP(Wooooo!) to Wright’s chest of his own. The chop jiggles the body of Wright, but doesn’t take him off his feet, merely sending him back a step. Joe isn’t finished, coming right after him with another CHOP(Wooooo!) that sends him back again, only to be met with yet another CHOP(Wooooo!).

Wright again stumbles a bit, but he retaliates this time by immediately firing right back with another over hand CHOP that again crashes against Joe’s already swelling chest. Joe barely reels from this one, opting instead to fire right back at Wright with another knife-edge CHOP(Woooo!) Wright again cringes and stumbles, but once again fires right back with a hard over hand CHOP TO THE CHEST. These two are in a rapid fire slugfest!!

SMACK(Ooooh~!!)
CHOP(Woooo~!!)
SMACK(Ooooh~!!)
CHOP(Woooo~!!)
SMACK~!!
CHOP~!!
SMACK~!!
CHOP~!!
SMACK~!!
CHOP~!!

The crowd can’t even keep up with their reactions they’re going at it so fast!! The arena is just one big buzz spot until it’s apparent that both men are being worn down…

SMACK(Oooooh~!!)



CHOP(Woooo~!!)



SMACK(Oooooh~!!)



CHOP(Woooo~!!)



SMACK(Oooooh~!!)





CHOP(Woooo~!!)



CHOP(Woooo~!!)
CHOP(Woooo~!!)
CHOP(Woooo~!!)

Joe nails a rapid fire trio of chops that have such veracity, they force Wright up against the ropes. Joe delivers one more CHOP(Wooooo!) for good measure before stepping back and allowing us to see not only the welts beginning to form on his chest, but the blisters starting to show on the chest of the indestructible “Great”. Joe takes a few more steps back and rubs his chest a little before rushing right at Wright … AND TRIES TO CLOTHESLINE HIM OVER THE ROPES … BUT NO AVAIL!! He hits Wright with a ton of momentum, but he doesn’t get the big lug over. Joe begins backing, farther this time and GOES AGAIN…AND WRIGHT GOES TUMBLING OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE FLOOR!!

The crowd lights up as Wright flops right in front of the announcers’ desk, but despite Joe’s momentum, he doesn’t go tumbling over with him. Instead, he lies in wait near the ropes for the big man to get back to his feet, Wright having to use the announce table to support his large body. Just as Wright gets vertical, the crowd gets on its feet to watch Joe run across the ring and bounce off the opposite ropes before he leaps through the middle … ELBOW SUICIDA!! ELBOW SUICIDA!! TANK CRASHING AGAINST TANK!! Wright goes right back down, taking every last bit of the blow!! Joe tumbles and lands on his ass before jumping right back on his feet and roaring in adrenaline!

Referee Goose Mahoney has to poke his head through the ropes to beg Joe to get back in the ring, but Joe pays no heed as he roams over to the timekeeper’s area and pulls out … A STEEL CHAIR!?! Joe’s apparatus makes the Belle Center pop even louder, but he doesn’t close the chair and look to hit Wright with it. Instead, he roams over and places the chair erect right in front of a barricade corner.

The crowd keeps buzzing as they still know what’s coming, Mahoney still begging Joe to get inside. Again, Joe ignores him and hoists the massive body of Wright to his feet, the bigger man wobbling a bit. Joe leads him over to the chair and forces him to sit down into it, delivering a sharp SHOOT KICK TO THE CHEST for good measure. Joe then steps away from the chair bound big man and flicks his hand like a musical conductor, the crowd whipping up on cue –

“OLE, OLE OLE OLE!! OLE!! OLE!”

…Joe charges…

OLE KICK!! Joe’s boot rakes across the shiner he gave Wright! Wright damn near falls out of the chair he’s hit by the facewash so hard, but since he doesn’t Joe starts backing up to maybe do it again! When Joe backs away, we can hear Mahoney’s count is at a three, stopping once more to beg Joe to come back in. Joe simply waves his invisible conductor wand and gets the crowd started again –

“OLE, OLE OLE OLE!! OLE!! OLE!!”

…Joe charges again…

… SPEAR!! SPEAR!! JOE IS SPEARED IN HALF AS WRIGHT INTERCEPTS THE SECOND OLE KICK!!! The crowd chanting comes to an abrupt stop and becomes universal concern, Joe rolling around and gripping at his midsection. Wright hasn’t changed expressions since the match began and still hasn’t to this point, unemotionally taking Joe and rolling him under the bottom rope and then stepping into the ring to follow him, his enormous body covering Joe’s for the first pin attempt of the contest –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

JOE THROWS UP A SHOULDER!! He might have broken ribs, but Joe wants to keep fighting! Wright’s face doesn’t move in the slightest, just taking Joe and dragging him to his feet before tossing him right into a corner and rushing after him … RUNNING HIP ATTACK!! Joe is sandwiched between the unforgiving post and a 400-lb behemoth! Joe’s midsection again is the one that takes the damage, but he drifts out of the corner right into a BIG BOOT!! Wright downs Joe once again, and drops for another cover –

ONE…


TWO…


NO!!

Joe still has some steam in him but he’s a damaged man after going blow for blow with Wright. Again, Wright is not even angered, but goes right back to work … CALLING FOR THE CHOKESLAM … GOOZLE … THE LIFT … NO!! Joe jumps out of the move and latches behind Wright … THE CLUTCH!! JOE’S GOT THE REAR NAKED IN … BUT WRIGHT’S STILL STANDING!! Joe can’t bring the big man to the canvas to fully lock in the hold! Wright’s enormous amount of leverage allows him to just throw Joe over his shoulder, causing him to roll across the ring.

Wright, even though he didn’t fall, got something taken out of him on the choke, having to grab a rope to pull himself up a little. Joe rolls to his feet and rushes back at Wright…BACK KICK..NO!! Joe grabs hold of the massive leg of Wright and has the strength to pull Wright away from the ropes, causing him to fall … STF!! STF!! JOE HAS THE STF … BUT HE CAN’T GET IT LOCKD IN COMPLETELY!! Wright is too gargantuan of a man, even for the 6’ 2”, 280-lbnder, to lock him in the stretch!

Joe struggles mightily to get the mountain in his lock and seems to have it in for a split second…but Wright has enough in him to just extend his leg and force Joe out of the advantage. But the Samoan Machine doesn’t let the loss of a leg stop him, transitioning from a failed STF … INTO A FULL NELSON STRETCH!! WOW!! Joe has a Full Nelson in and is possibly breaking Wright’s back! Joe’s got a much deadlier hold locked in than originally intended, Wright now being forced to change his expression in a howl of pain.

Joe is pulling up, trying with all his might to do some kind of extensive damage to this big man … but he’s suddenly stopped by Mahoney! Why is that?? Wright’s long legs have reached a bottom rope!! Joe has no choice but to let go of the Nelson, slamming Wright’s upper body down with distain and taking a few steps back from the downed giant.

Joe is now pumped up, shaking some of the sweat off his brow. Wright tends to his lower back as he gets to his feet, Mahoney looking like he’s helping him. Joe tries to get close to Wright, but he’s backed away by Mahoney. The One Man Army doesn’t adhere to any of the ref’s admonition as he hasn’t before, storming Wright … ONLY TO GET CLOCKED WITH THE JAW WITH THE KNOCKOUT PUNCH!! Wright springs a fast one on the reckless Joe … BUT JOE DOESN’T FALL!!

Despite having damage from the double dose of punches less than a week ago, Joe won’t go down!! He stumbles hard and takes several steps back, but somehow, he stays on his feet. Wright is somewhat surprised at this, but he doesn’t let it shock him too much, charging full force back at Joe … SAMOAN DROP!! SAMOAN DROP!! MERCY!! Joe, perhaps on sheer instinct alone, somehow has the guile and strength in him to throw Wright on his shoulders and take him down! But now neither man is even able to move, the damage having sufficient impact on both men. Mahoney gets to his refereeing duties regarding motionless bodies –

…1!!



…2!!



…3!!



…4!!



…5!!



…6!!



…7!!

Joe barely begins to stir…

…8!!

Joe slings a shoulder over Wright and shifts the count –

ONE…


TWO…


THR…NO!!!

WRIGHT STILL HAS LIFE IN HIM!! Joe is aggravated, but he doesn’t take his eyes off the prize and sees Wright sit up. He rushes up to Wright and chops in the back, kicks him in the chest, forces him flat, runs off the ropes … AND NAILS A NICE RUNNING SENTON!! Joe with more vigor on the cover –

ONE…


TWO…


NO!!

Wright STILL will not go down like that! But just as it was with the submissions, the Samoan Submission Machine goes from move to move to move … AND LOCKS IN THE CLUTCH!! THE COQUINA CLUTCH!! REAR NAKED CHOKE IS SYNCHED IN!! The crowd is white hot for it, and Wright looks to be fading fast! Joe screams in intensity and sells his want for the tapout…
…WRIGHT IS STRUGGLING LESS AND LESS…
………..………
……..HIS EYES CLOSE AND HIS ARMS SLUMP……
……
…………THE GREAT IS MOTIONLESS…………
……
……BUT HE SUDDENLY GAINS NEW BREATH!!!

Wright throws a defiant giant fist in the air and slowly gets to his feet, the whole arena in awe at this inhuman display of power, Wright completely vertical with a near THREE00-lb savage human being on his back…Wright backpedals … AND SANWICHES JOE BETWEEN HIS BODY AND A CORNER!! He got out of it!

The intense hold is broken just the monstrous strength of “The Great”, Joe forced to slump against the ring post that has so much been his bane for this match. Joe starts to stumble a bit out of the corner, but only to walk right into the grip of Wright, who turns him over and steps one of his huge legs over Joe’s still red chest … SHOWSTOPPER!! SHOWSTOPPER!! THE INVERTED LEG DROP BULLDOG CAVES IN JOE’S CHEST!! The crowd deflates all the more, Wright sifting over and hooking a leg –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

JOE STILL HAS ENOUGH IN HIM!! Wright shows some emotion now, the slightest twinge of frustration now coming over his face. He grits his teeth and gets back up to his feet…and suspends his right hand in the air. There’s no “Big Show” theatrics, just the simple raising of the doombringer, Wright more than ready for Joe when he recovers. The Samoan Submission Machine coughs as he gets to his feet, his chest still stinging and the leg drop making it more difficult to breathe…Wright continues to stalk him, waiting for him to turn around…Joe bends over to catch his breath … AND CRACKS WRIGHT IN THE JAW WITH THE CCS ENZEGUIRI!!

Joe pulls one right out of his hat!! The force of the move doesn’t down Wright, instead forcing him to turn around and hit his head against a corner and hitting it so hard that he bounces right back out. Joe is right there to grapple him around the waist as he reels … GERMAN SUPLEX!! GERMAN SUPLEX!! A GIANTIC GERMAN SUPLEX!! Joe hoists the 400-lb titan over his head and plants him, surprising all in attendance and possibly even himself as he climbs over for another cover –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

WRIGHT SOMEHOW KICKS OUT!! How in the hell does Wright kick out after having his entire frame dropped on his neck?? This final leg of Joe’s ‘hitlist’ isn’t going down easily at all! Wright is barely able to move, but the crowd is on their feet still from the spectacle that just was. If Joe didn’t hit that move right, Paul Wight could damn well have been paralyzed, but as it is, Joe is more angry that the move didn’t end the match than he is proud that he executed it at all. He looks up at Mahoney in disbelief before putting his hands on his hips to catch his breath. The sweat drops from Joe’s brow as he stares intensely at Wright, as now it’s his turn to stalk the tank before him.

Wright pulls on the ropes in front of him and again climbs them like a ladder to get back to his feet, only to turn around and drift right into the clutches of Joe. Samoa Joe again displays his immense strength and HOISTS HIM ON A SHOULDER … LOOKING FOR THE ISLAND DRIVER!! The crowd is completely ignited, as the last time they saw Joe do this to Wright, it drove him through a steel girdle … Joe takes a moment to set it up completely … ISLAND DRIVER … NO!!! WRIGHT DECKS JOE WITH A KNOCKOUT PUNCH WHILE ON JOE’S SHOULDER!! OH NO!! Joe falls like an oak, Wright landing hard on the back of Joe’s neck!!

The impact throws Wright for a bit of a loop and he can’t get back to his feet immediately. He manages to slowly begin getting back to his feet …and prepares by raising an arm, CALLING FOR THE CHOKESLAM. Joe drunkenly stumbles back to his feet and turns with his glazed eyes to Wright … GOOZLE … CHOKESLAM!! CHOKESLAM TO THE ONE MAN ARMY!! THE CHOKESLAM AFTER THE KNOCKOUT PUNCH!! Joe is knocked out cold in front of 20,000 deflated fans, Wright having to take a moment to clutch his neck and hook Joe’s leg. An academic cover –

ONE…

TWO…


THREE…


NO!!!

HOW IN THE HELL??? SAMOA JOE ROLLS A SHOULDER!! SAMOA JOE IS STILL ALIVE AND UNPINNED!!! Through some kind of superhuman miracle, the One Man Army is hit by the same move that handicapped Mick Foley, Shawn Michaels, and Joe himself on previous occasions … and STILL doesn’t go down!! Wright is as angry as a silent giant can be, his eyes telling the story as they go wide and his huge jaw grates his teeth. He stares a burning hole through the dead body of Joe, which hasn’t moved since the rolling of the shoulder. The wheels of frustration seem to be turning as Wright wonders what exactly he has to do to end things. Wright then goes over to a corner and steps between the ropes before … scaling to the top rope?? What the hell is going on here??

The crowd doesn’t know what to make of this as Wright situates his incredibly heavy frame on the top rope. He never stands up completely as that would almost definitely throw his entire balance off, but he’s set enough … AND LEAPS … DIVING ELBOW DROP!! A MOVE PAUL WIGHT HASN’T PULLED OUT OF THE HAT SINCE HIS WCW DAYS!!! HE DRILLS JOE ACROSS THE HEART WITH A HALF TON OF FORCE!! OHH MY GAAAAD!! The ring itself shakes in awe of the meteor impact crash. There’s vague “HOLY SHIT” chants going around, but they become drowned out in the sheer buzz of the moment when Wright has to shake off the damage he’s just taken from his mammoth leap, dragging his bigness on top of Joe, barely able to make a cover –

ONE…


TWO…


THREE…


NO!!! NO!!!

SAMOA JOE ROLLS A SHOULDER!! HOW IN THE BLUEST OF BLUE HELLS DID HE DO THAT~!?!? THE ONE MAN ARMY JUST WILL NOT GO DOWN!!! Wright completely breaks his unflinching demeanor, getting notably irate and even reaches up to yank Mahoney by the collar and physically pulls the ref up to his face!! It looks like an angry bully and an honest nerd! Wright’s face is beet red and is screaming incoherently into the zebra’s nose, the crowd noise over him unimaginable for Joe’s kickout. This contest of the tanks might never end! The flustered Wright drops Mahoney from his perch and just looks down at the still seemingly dead Joe with seething eyes. Wright then does exactly what he did a few minutes ago and take his eyes off of the Machine before him … and once again climb to the top rope.

All of the offense has to be doubled up here with neither man going down on one shot, so a second helping of crater-making elbows might actually do it. Wright again struggles to make it to the top and maintain his balance once he gets there, the crowd all on their feet once again for the earth shattering move … CAN HE PULL IT OFF A SECOND TIME … but Joe suddenly comes to life … AND STRADDLES WRIGHT ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!!

“OOOOOOH”s ring out across the arena now, as the devastated Joe can barely stand on his own will and power. He has to use the ropes in the corners to even get vertical, the mighty Submission Machine on spaghetti legs. But with a prone Wright on the top rope, Joe sets to work and tucks “The Great”’s head into his knees. The Belle Center knows what might be going on, Joe now connecting Wright’s tucked neck and gripping his thighs … AND PULLS HIM OFF OF THE TOP ROPE!! SAMOE JOE USES EVERY LAST OUNCE OF STRENGTH HE HAS LEFT IN HIS BODY TO PUT PAUL WRIGHT ON HIS SHOULDERS!! The crowd buzz is unimaginable at this point, Joe starting to drop back…MUSCLE BUSTER!!! MUSCLE BUSTER!! HE HIT IT!! MUSCLE BUSTER TO THE QUARTER-TON MAN!! OHH MY GAAAD!!

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

Both men lay absolutely flatlined from the ring shattering impact as the crowd goes nuts, but Joe seems to have just enough in him to crawl … on his hands … and knees … to get … to Wright’s gargantuan body, only able to sling an arm across –

ONE…


TWO…


THREE…!!!


Here is your winner…SAMOA JOE at (16:11)


An incredible display of strength on behalf of Samoa Joe gets him the literal BIGGEST win of his AOW career! Joe wobbles to his feet, barely able to hold himself up from both the beating he took and from doing what he just did to a man that size.



Joey Styles:
I’m literally speechless! There are no words to describe how awesome a display of power we just witnessed. Samoa Joe just took Paul Wright over his head and drove him right into this canvas!


JBL:
We all just saw it, ya yutz. An’ didn’t you just say you were speechless?


Joey Styles:
That’s called a ‘hyperbole’, John. Maybe if you had paid attention in Language Arts, you might understand.


JBL:
Yeah? Well when John Layfield hits the Clothesline from Hell, that ain’ t no hyperbole. That’s a fact.


Joey Styles:
When did this suddenly become about you? This is about that incredible victory by Samoa Joe!


JBL:
I was just making a point. But you wanna talk about a war? That was a war between two tanks. I don’t know which was more shocking – the fact that Samoa Joe was able to hit that Muscle Buster or the fact that either one of these guys can walk away from that one at all.


Joey Styles:
Perhaps one of the most physical contests in all of Art of War Wrestling concludes in the most jaw dropping of ways, both of these men forced to do to lengths they would never dare. But in the end, only one of these men could stand tall. The Unstoppable Force was just too much. The hitlist is complete for the One Man Army!!


We fade away on a shot of Samoa Joe pumping his fists before beating his chest, the ultimate display of what perhaps just won him that match


***

A black screen. We don’t see anything until what sounds like Shawn Michaels speaks

Michaels
:
In the beginning…God said ‘Let there be light’. And there was light.

The screen lights up with a light at the end of a dark tunnel

Michaels
:
And God saw the light and that it was good. He separated the light from the darkness.

The silhouette of a man walks down a hallway. A side view reveals that this man is Shawn Michaels. As he walks, still pictures of Shawn Michaels as part of The Rockers come to life and play videos of matches.

Michaels
:
He saw the light and that it was good…

Michaels keeps walking past a picture of his “Sexy Boy” days before it too comes to life, standing alongside Sensational Sherri and stripping in the ring for no reason at all

Michaels
:
But then there was the darkness…

Michaels keeps walking past a picture of the Montreal Screwjob, the picture going in motion to have Michaels win

Michaels
:
…and that is what man wishes to rid himself of.

Michaels stops walking now, freezing in front of a very hazy picture of what looks like him holding a world title

Michaels
:
He wishes to always be in the light…

Michaels hangs his head before he keeps walking…

Michaels
:
And that light…that spotlight…is what drives him. He was born in it.

HBK walks by a picture of his very first appearance in AOW, the picture becoming a video of a pumped up Shwostopper

Michaels
:
But that light is what will drive him back to darkness…from ashes to ashes…

Another picture of HBK facing Chris Jericho back in December, Jericho pinning Michaels…

Michaels
:
From dust…to dust…

A full-front shot of Michaels, who raises his head…only to smirk and look forward, the blood-red curtain right in front of him

Michaels
:
How it is done…is how it shall be. Until the end of all time.

Michaels approaches the curtain, a raucous crowd being heard chanting “HBK!! HBK!!” Michaels now turns to the camera and speaks

Michaels
:
But my time…will never be up!

Michaels pushes through the curtain and though we only get a back view of his way out, we can see him doing his entrance the crowd going nuts for a second before fading off…





~AOW PRESENTS~
ORIGINS & ENDINGS
*THE ONE-YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF AOW*
~A FOUR HOUR PAY-PER-VIEW SPECTACULAR~

AUGUST 19th, 2008
Mellon Arena – Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

***


~Backstage, Green Zone interview set…



Steve Romero:
Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, one of the challengers for the AOW Heavyweight Championship and vying to be the first ever AOW World Heavyweight Champion…Canada’s own Christian Cage!!


Christian gets an incredible ovation past the arena walls as the camera pans to its right to see Cage. His eyes are much calmer than we’ve seen in months past, but there’s still something incredibly driven about them…


Steve Romero:
Now Christian, you’ve had to deal with an indescribable amount of adversity to reach tonight. How does it feel to be competing in your home country for what could be your first world title after enduring all that hardship?



Christian rubs at his scruff before actually turning to face Romero



Christian:
That was quite an intro there, Steve. Thank you.



Romero is slightly taken aback



Steve Romero:
Well, Mr. Cage, if I could be so frank as to break the ‘unbiased’ journalism code, I’ll say after all that you’ve been through, I’m definitely a fan of yours tonight. If it weren’t for what Chris Jericho did to Torrie Wilson, then I wouldn’t have a job anyways. So with all due respect to Shawn Michaels, if there’s anyone that deserves to dethrone Chris Jericho tonight…my confidence is definitely with you.



And now it’s Steve Romero’s turn to not just show some personality, but to receive a terrific ovation from the Canada crowd. Christian actually looks somewhat touched by that, even behind his determined eyes



Christian:
That actually means a lot coming from you, Steve. I appreciate that. But your question was how do I feel…? I feel exactly like I did thirteen years ago when I made my professional wrestling debut just right up the road from here. I feel hungry.



Christian points to himself and doesn’t look directly at the camera, nor Romero



Christian:
Not just hungry for the big wins, not just hungry to prove myself, but physically hungry. I paid off wrestling school with loans. I had to work a dead end job to pay for all my gear. I didn’t know or even cared where my next meal came from so long as I got to satisfy the hunger I had for that ring on any given night.



Christian is clearly a different kind of intense here than we’re used to



Christian:
It’s bit of a drive from Toronto to Montreal, but it doesn’t feel any different to me. It doesn’t feel any different right now than I did when I was paid ten bucks after my very first show. Tonight, that ten dollars comes right back to me in the very form of the AOW Heavyweight title. And that’s because I’m hungrier right now than I’ve ever been.



Christian finally looks up at the screen, the desire overflowing in his eyes



Christian:
I’m hungry for justice from the stunts Chris Jericho’s pulled. I’m hungry for vengeance because of what he’s put me through. I’m hungry for gold that I deserve. But most of all, I’m hungry for new life in front of the very people who gave me life in the first place.



Another pop is heard beyond the walls, the camera sneaking closer and closer to Christian’s face



Christian:
Chris Jericho claims he’s alone. And he’s right. Shawn Michaels knows he’s alone. And he’s right, too. But for the first time in my entire stay in AOW, I’m the only one not alone. So how do I feel, Steve?



The passionate and intense Cage now slowly looks off into the distance…



Christian:
I feel like tonight, after I do the impossible and win the AOW World title, the Man on the Moon is gonna feel like…



…and lets out perhaps the first smirk we’ve seen on Cage in his seven month stay in AOW


Christian:
…like an instant classic.


And there’s an ENORMOUS pop heard from beyond the muted walls, but just as quickly as the smirk appeared, it disappears back to an intense and focused Christian. Cage slaps a hand on the shoulder of Romero before leaving the scene even more determined.


~Back at ringside…



Joey Styles:
I think it’s safe to say that Christian Cage is incredibly focused, but at the same time, not to the madness degree he’s been seen for months.


JBL:
I’ve said it once an’ I’ll say it over an’ over an’ over again – there is nothing that can stop a driven man. Especially when everything hits a personal note for him in a match that big.




PUNK | BANKS




Joey Styles:
Well, while this next contest may not be the most personal of the night, it certainly has some deep-rooted issues that many of us don’t wish to talk about.


JBL:
Would you just say it, Joey? Race. Antonio Banks is here because he’s here for every black man who has ever stepped into a wrestling ring.


Joey Styles:
Yeah, well, nobody asked him to do that. As a matter of fact, many of the African-American talent here in AOW seem to resent the fact that Banks is trying to represent them in this manner


JBL:
Some people think he’s gone too far, but if you ask me, I don’t think he’s gone far enough. This isn’t a subtle business, so I’m glad someone finally brought something like this to light.


Joey Styles:
Well according to CM Punk, this is all just a guise for Banks to throw his weight around and just get a shot at his Dynasty Championship.


JBL:
Also according to CM Punk, alcohol is disgusting. What does he know?


Joey Styles:
I think CM Punk knows a bit more about Antonio Banks than we do. I mean, the guy even specially requested that Justin King, our lone black official, call this match!


JBL:
There’s nothing wrong with doin’ everything you can to have some kind of advantage. That’s just the way going for championship gold works.


Joey Styles:
And I’m sure you would know all about taking advantages for championships. But enough of our babbling. Let’s take a look back and see just how this incredibly controversial character and story came to light.


***

A black screen. An entire arena is counting down…


1…2…3…!!!


The screen lights up, a bleeding CM Punk raising his body off of Muhammad Hassan and being handed a championship belt


Here is your winner and NEW AOW Dynasty Champion…CEEEEEE EMM PUUUNKK~!!



Joey Styles:
All you can call CM Punk is your NEW Dynasty Champion!!!


Scenes flash of Punk in his battles alongside Team AOW and the War Chamber itself


Joey Styles:
CM Punk has let it be known that his passion for professional wrestling have led him to continually living his dream!!


Punk forces Muhammad Hassan to tap out, retaining his Championship again as Joey Styles’ voice echoes…


…his dream…
…his dream…


Suddenly, Punk is struck from behind by the man in black, all color being drained from the scene. Punk falls lifelessly to the canvas as the man removes his sunglasses to reveal the man we now know as Antonio Banks



JBL:
Did…did someone just jump ship??


…his dream…
…his dream…


Banks shows up in the ring a week later, microphone in hand. Between his lines, footage and audio flashes of Malcolm X delivering his infamous “Ballot or the Bullet” speech



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.


“All of us have suffered here, at the hands of the white man…”


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.


“So, I’m not standing here speaking to you as an American, or a patriot…”


Banks:
People worked too damn hard for too damn long to fight for we call ‘freedom’. And that’s why I blasted you in the head, CM Punk.


Another image of Banks bashing Punk with the title


“We want freedom now, but we’re not going to get it saying “We Shall Overcome.” We’ve got to fight until we overcome…”


Banks:
I heard your little speech about ‘freedom’. Your quest for ‘freedom’ to be a professional wrestler.


Flash to several weeks before, Punk days removed from the War Chamber and forced to defend his title…


Punk:
I’m gonna go out there tonight and retain my Dynasty Championship for one thing…freedom. Freedom from strings being pulled. The freedom to actually be a professional wrestler.


Flash back to Banks



Banks:
But the fact is, what does someone like you know about fighting for freedom? I’ll tell you what you know – nothin’.


“I don’t see any American dream; I see an American nightmare…”


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!!
I am “The Boondock Saint” Antonio Banks. And I’m here for my brothas in arms.


Suddenly, footage of Punk’s rebuttal breaks over Banks


Punk:
See, 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 ‘street rat’.


Punk’s voice is in sync with Muhammad Hassan’s for a quick second, only for Banks to again interrupt him


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.


The “you” is said with a doubled over, evil sounding voice


Banks:
A white man born with nothing who works his way up the ladder? That’s called the “American Dream”.


“I don’t see any American dream…”


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’.


“… I see an American nightmare…”


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.


“Anyone who puts forth any effort to deprive you of that which is yours is a criminal.”


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.


Flashes of people of all sorts of color, origin, faith, and culture, many of them working hard, but looking happy doing so


Punk:
So you can tell me all the Liberty City stories you want, but it just makes you another guy.


The flashes of people stop, only to cut to an angry CM Punk


Punk:
And you challenging me for my Dynasty Championship…


Flash of the Dynasty Championship, glistening in a spotlight


Punk:
…just makes you another guy in my way.


Flash to the penultimate edition of Oblivion, Punk having to get on Banks yet again


Punk:
You sit here and you talk about dreams and how everyone is holding you down so your ‘American Dream’ can’t come true when your dream has already come true.


A sequential shot of various cheering, sold-out Hammerstein Ballroom crowds


Punk:
You’re standing in the middle of a wrestling ring in front of the most passionate fan base in the world in the heart of New York, less than three blocks away from Madison Square Garden.


An overhead shot of the “World’s Most Famous Arena”


Punk:
So it’s my belief, Antonio, that you’re here just because you want more. You want more money. You want more glory. But to do that…you want my gold.


“Gold” now is doubled over in an ominous voice, a reaction shot of Banks in his green suit


Punk:
And Banks, just in case you may have missed it, but since the day this company opened its gates, I’ve let it be known that it’s been my dream to be here.


“…his dream…”
“…his dream…”



Punk:
I’ll be professional and just let my actions do the talking. Because a knee to the face…


A collage of Punk delivering the GTS to various people – Shelton Benjamin, Muhammad Hassan, Brent Albright


Punk:
…means the same to every race.


Punk drops his microphone and cracks Banks in the face with the running knee, but Antonio squiggles off of his shoulders as he tries to his the GTS


Joey Styles:
It will be The Second City Saint taking on the Boondock Saint. But which dream will survive and be Dynasty Champion?


A shot of an angry Banks backing away, fixing his threads while Punk is pissed Banks got away that transforms into the two in a face-to-face staredown moments before, the Malcolm X speech audio playing over it as the footage appears to static in and out of color


“I don’t see any American dream…”


A close-up shot of Punk before a flash to Punk making Hassan tap out, holding his title high…


“… I see an American nightmare…”


A close-up of Banks that flashes into him destroying Jack Evans and hitting Punk from behind again, one final flash and both men continuing their staredown

***



Tony Chimel:
The following contest is scheduled for one fall…and it is for the AOW DYNASTYYY CHAMPIONSHIP!!!



“ANOTHA’ DAY, ANOTHER DOLLA’…”


**HOLLA TO THA WORLD**




The self-made theme gets a very negative reaction from Canada, “The Boondock Saint” Antonio Banks stepping onto the entrance stage in his trademark jumpsuit. His sunglasses protect him from the glare of the spotlights while he walks down the aisle holding his crucifix necklace high



Tony Chimel:
Introducing the challenger, from Liberty City, Miami, Florida, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds…“THE BOONDOCK SAINT” – ANTONIOOO BAAAANKKKSS~!!


Joey Styles:
As much of a loudmouth as this guy is, he’s actually still sort of a mystery. Yes, we know he’s fueled by race. Yes, he’s also somewhat fueled by his religion. But do we really know who Antonio Banks is? He talks about a lot of things, but not too much about himself.


JBL:
What are you talkin’ about? He grew up on the terrible streets of Liberty City in Miami. He was involved in gangs and was thrown in jail for almost ten years, but he made it out, and he’s made it. He’s been pushed by his faith an’ his own people an’ now he’s gonna do what he can to repay them both. An’ I would be the biggest advocate for him to do it against this greasy lookin’ sack of potatoes.


Banks enters the ring and does a little hip-hop jig before taking off his sunglasses and kissing his chain and removing it. He then walks up to Justin King and tries to get him to ‘hit the rock’, which King looks at him puzzled before doing so.


**MISERE CANTARE – THE BEGINNING**


Canada sharply changes their tone to a large positive reaction when CM Punk pushes through the blood-red double doors, his “One Dark Flame” shirt being pressed against him while his Dynasty title is wrapped around his waist. Punk is very pumped, a smile developing as he looks around at the crowd. It doesn’t take him long to drop to a knee – but he looks behind him really quick to make sure no one’s there. Punk sways a hand against the stage before checking his wrist – “IT’S CLOBBERIN’ TIME!!”



Tony Chimel:
And from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at two hundred twenty-five pounds…he is the AOW Dynasty Champion…CEEEE EM PUUUUNNKK!!


Joey Styles:
Punk taking a quick look behind him due to the events of his last Dynasty title defense, but nonetheless, I don’t know if there’s anyone on this roster who has the passion and desire CM Punk has. You want to talk about guys who want to be here and prove everything with every match, look no further than this guy.


JBL:
Oh would you please just shut the hell up? I can’t stand this kid. It ain’t just that he won’t drink an’ that he won’t smoke. Sure, he’s passionate. Sure, he’s got desire. It’s that this kid is like some kind of wide-eyed little boy who thinks that that’s all it takes to make it here. No. There’s many dark corners in this business that would drive this kid to smoke an’ drink. Antonio Banks is tryin’ to expose him to one of’em. But all this kid does is smile, wave, an’ flap his smartass gums. GET TAUGHT A LESSON, YOU GREASY SQUID!!


JBL screams this out as Punk has entered the ring and is holding his title high on a turnbuckle. Punk actually looks over his shoulder and flashes a little grin towards JBL, knowing he’s probably shit talking him. But he looks over at Banks and has his smile fade. Punk hands Justin King his title, King hoisting it high for all to see and confirm this is a championship bout.






~AOW Dynasty Championship~


The Second City Saint
CM Punk(c) v. The Boondock Saint Antonio Banks


Banks and Punk don’t circle around the ring, instead, just opting to just make direct lines at each other and instantly lock-up. Almost as soon as they do, Banks shoves Punk back, causing the champion to hit a back roll into a crouch. Banks lets out a cocky ‘WOOOO!’, getting some heat and getting even more when he starts jockeying around in very cocky fashion. The look on Punk’s face says he doesn’t have time for this, jumping right back into the fray and getting in another collar-and-elbow tie up with Banks. The two stay intertwined just a little bit longer, but it’s Banks again who shows he has more power than Punk by backing him into a corner.

Referee Justin King has to ask Banks to back away from the corner and allow Punk some space, with the rope break and all. Banks seems to comply, backing away with his hands up and giving Punk his moment of breath … before SOCKING PUNK WITH A SUCKER PUNCH!! Punk reels and hits the corner hard, forced to lean against the lower portion of it as Banks once again garners some heat for cocky tactics. He sustains this by backing away from Punk and shadow boxing around, shuffling his feet and his fists around in the same iconic way as Muhammad Ali.

The arrogance level of Banks is duly noted here in the opening minutes, this guy obviously as full of himself as perhaps Punk prospected. A look over to Punk shows him gripping his jaw as Banks dances around, telling King that he’s more than okay to finish the match. The ref claps his hands together for both men to get it on again, which they take a second or so to do.

They don’t jockey for position very long, Punk taking advantage this time and using Banks’ momentum to flip him over with an impressive arm drag! Banks gets back to his feet, only for Punk to nail him with a second one! Banks springs to his feet one last time, but instead of finishing the trifecta … it’s Punk who BLASTS BANKS IN THE JAW WITH A PUNCH!! It’s Banks’ turn to reel into a corner now and hold the side of his face, the crowd popping for Punk’s retaliation. It’s Phil’s turn to show his cockiness, as now he starts dancing around the ring and shadow boxing, although his movements probably more resemble those of Shane McMahon than an actual boxer.

Antonio is very much unimpressed, clutching at his face and checking his hand to see if he’s busted a lip, but he’s fine. Even so, he obviously looks vexed, rushing back out of the corner towards Punk … only for Punk to throw him up in the air with a FREEFALL DROP!! Banks is flung into the air and right back onto his stomach! Banks grips at his midsection, only to look up and see Punk again flashing his cocky side by flexing and showing his muscles, pumping his arms out like he’s Hulk Hogan. The crowd eats it up, as Punk shows Banks just how much their attitudes may very well be similar.

Banks doesn’t seem to give the slightest shit, once again springing off the canvas and throwing himself at Punk, driving boot after boot after boot into Punk’s ribs and legs and forcing him down to one knee. Once Banks has Punk a little more worn down, he wrenches an arm and forces it back behind him with a hammerlock. Punk has to deal with Banks pressing down on him on one knee, but he makes it back to his feet where he tries to reach back and find a way out of it in vain.

Banks wrenches the hammerlock in even tighter, forcing Punk to tell King ‘no’ on the submission question. Punk dips a little bit and tries to perhaps go behind Banks and lock in a hammerlock of his own, but Banks follows his hips and keeps on him, just holding onto it even tighter. This obviously frustrates Punk, who perhaps wasn’t counting on Banks having that kind of mat-based style. Punk has even more be frustrated about when he hits the canvas with a forward roll to unwind his arm, only for Banks to follow him once again and re-wrench it, getting the hammerlock in again.

Punk flips his hair out of his face and grunts out of aggravation, again telling King he doesn’t want to quit. Instead, he makes it back to his feet and has to deal with Banks yelling his ear to ‘give up now, boy’. Punk doesn’t adhere to that, suddenly beginning to run around the ring a little. He picks up some speed before turning a shoulder … AND FORCING BANKS OUT OF THE RING!! Banks flies through the middle rope and to the floor, right in front of JBL and Styles! It took a while, but Punk is finally free. Banks has to shake his head back into things, possibly a little dizzy, but when he looks up, he sees Punk flying at him with a SUICIDE DIVE!!!

Both men are down, but Punk has the distinct advantage now! Banks may be stronger and perhaps even better on the mat, but Punk shows he’s faster and perhaps more unorthodoxed than Banks anticipated. Punk doesn’t waste much time getting to his feet, shaking some life into the arm that was hammerlocked, then taking Banks and rolling him underneath the bottom rope. He keeps his head sticking out from under that rope before jumping up to the apron and coming down … WITH A HARD GUILLITINE ELBOW RIGHT ACROSS BANKS’ FACE!! Punk getting aggressive in his third ever title defense, rolling back in, pulling Banks farther from the ropes, and getting the first cover of the contest –

ONE…


TWO…


NO!!

Too early for a real near fall there, but now at least Punk has some sort of advantage. Banks sits up after throwing up his shoulder, Punk taking note of this and rearing back – and SMASHING BANKS IN THE BACK WITH A HARD KICK!! Banks curls his fingers and scrunches his face to sell the stinging of the move, Punk forcing him back to the canvas for another cover –

ONE…


TWO…


NO!!

Again too early for too much, Banks showing some fight early on. Punk floats over and tries to nab Banks in a headlock, but Banks ducks out of it and quickly gets back to his feet, bashing Punk in the gut with another hard boot before taking him and making a missile out of him – AND SENDING HIM SHOULDER-FIRST INTO AN IRON POST!! Punk’s momentum and shoulder are damn near dislocated! Banks wipes at his nose and pretends not to hear Justin King admonishing him for the blatant heel tactic. Banks doesn’t give much of a damn, tugging the ailing Punk out from behind and rolling him up –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

Punk is able to throw his legs up and get out of the school boy, his entire body now lain flat from the effort. Antonio doesn’t look all that peeved, opting instead to begin drilling Punk over and over again with elbow drop after elbow drop after elbow drop. In near JBL-like fashion, Banks nails a total of seven elbows before again hooking a leg –

ONE…


TWO…


NO!!

Punk keeps his title, despite the relentless assault by Banks. It’s Banks’ turn to try and wear down Punk some more, catching him in a front headlock and trying to drain Punk of oxygen. Punk wags a finger and just says he’s not done yet to the ref, Montreal trying to get Punk back into the ballgame the more the Boondock Saint tries to wrench his head.

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Punk is finally on his feet, Banks trying with all his might to keep sucking the life out of his opponent. Punk manages to force Banks against the ropes and then pushing him off, forcing him to rebound right back … but Banks strikes Punk hard with a shoulder block. Punk falls flat, Banks going to rebound off the ropes again, Punk flipping onto his stomach as the Miami native steps over him and rebounds once again. On this rebound, Punk springs up and catches Banks under an arm and slings him over for a nice, momentous HIP TOSS!!

Banks has to scurry to his feet, but in the time it takes him to do so, Punk rebounds off the ropes and rockets right back at him…with a well-placed leaping calf kick! Punk is gaining a head of steam here, Banks looking more and more out of it as he’s caught off by the straight-edger’s offense.

He’s forced to retreat to a corner, Punk following in quick pursuit and whipping him into the opposite corner. Punk then preps himself and rushes … HIGH CORNER KNEE … NO!! Banks moves out of the way, recognizing the move from last week! Punk hits his knee on the turnbuckle, momentarily stunning him as he tends to it. As Punk stumbles out of the corner, Banks takes this chance to run at Punk … AND NAIL HIM WITH A HIGH RUNNING BOOT TO THE HEAD!! Perhaps a makeshift Boondock Boot, but nonetheless, Punk’s head is thrown off his shoulders as Banks goes down for another cover –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

Punk rolls a shoulder!! Banks looks somewhat disappointed, taking Punk by the hair and pulling him to his feet, locking him in a three-quarters facelock. Banks tugs at Punk’s head, hitting him repeatedly with MULTIPLE KNEES TO THE TEMPLE!! Banks looking to bore a hole through Punk’s head, hitting three knees before yanking him up and pulling him back down … SNAPMARE DRIVER!! WOW!! Punks head is driven into the canvas like a dart, Banks pulling that nasty move out of the either!! Punk recoils from the blow before falling right back down to the canvas for another Banks cover –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

PUNK ROLLS A SHOULDER AGAIN!! Banks lifts himself on his knees and puts his hands on his hips, making sure what the count was with the referee. When King tells him it was just two, Banks audibly lets out a ‘c’mon, maan! You gotta help a brotha out!” Banks gets no help from his fellow black man, King calling it down the middle. Even so, Punk is still very much out of it, trying his damndest to get vertical again. He’s only able to get to a knee, which allows Banks to size him up and aim for a DRIVE-BY KICK … NO!! Punk ducks the move at the last second and catches Banks from under and between, pulling off his own school boy –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!’


Banks is just able to spin his legs and get out of the move, landing in good enough position to spring back to his feet. He approaches the slower recovering Punk, catching him in a DOUBLE UNDERHOOK … but Punk spins out of it and clutches MVP’s wrist before pulling him in with a short-arm … DDT!! DDT!! Punk now drives Banks into the canvas with a nifty counter! Punk has to shake life back into his head for a moment before shooting the half on Banks –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

The Boondock Saint still has life left in him, the damage done to Punk again rearing its head when he can’t immediately go back on the offensive. He shakes some life back into his head again before having to turn over on a knee and get back to his feet, he and Banks getting vertical around the same time. Punk is a tad more groggy, but he takes a swing at Banks’ head with the BIG ROUNHOUSE … NO!!

Banks ducks underneath it, catching Punk in a rear waistlock … POSSIBLE GERMAN SUPLEX … NO!! Punk hustles towards the ropes, gripping them and using them as leverage to not be slammed. Banks looks to adjust, possibly trying to turn it into a victory roll…but Punk still holds on, Banks rolling back onto his head empty handed! Mr. 305 is now the dizzied one, Punk approaching him with double underhooks now … DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER!! Punk’s knee is crunched against Bank’s spine, Punk now for another cover –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

Again, Banks rolls a shoulder and stays alive!! It’s Punk now who starts letting his frustration show, throwing his hair out of his face WITH DISTAIN~!! Punk takes a look down at Banks before getting a slow forming smile, obviously having something in mind…before throwing his hands out and putting them back together behind his ear. It’s time to Go To Sleep!

The Bell Center pops huge for the finishing taunt, Punk stalking, waiting … waiting … waiting … and HOISTS BANKS ON HIS SHOULDERS … it takes him a moment to get him situated … Banks struggles a bit … and Antonio takes hold of one of Punk’s arms before it looks like Punk collapses a little, Banks with one of his legs behind Punk’s head … PLAYMAKER!! PLAYMAKER!! THE OVERDRIVE CONNECTS!! One of Banks’ finishers as MVP drives Punk’s spinning head into the canvas, a counter out of nowhere! Banks now with an impressive cover here –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!!

PUNK KICKS OUT!! PUNK KICKS OUT!! Montreal goes wild as Punk confirms that that jobber finisher won’t work here in AOW. The Boondock Saint is more irate than he was last time, pounding both fists against the canvas and letting out a ‘HELL NO!!’ Once again, he begs for some … er … preferential treatment from the black referee, but King again sticks that it was only a two count.

Banks lets out his fury on the still prone Punk, taking his arm and locking it above his head while standing … for an ELEVATED SCISSORED ARMBAR!! Banks is twisting away, the hold having as much effect on Punk’s arm as it does his neck area! Punk grits his teeth and curls his fingers at the pain, refusing to go down like this. The entire arena is on Punk’s side here, not buzzing big so that Punk knows he’s got supporters. Punk takes all that in and manages to swing to a knee and quickly grab Banks from behind to get out of the hold, pushing him forward off the ropes, and getting his own VICTORY ROLL –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

Once again, Banks throws up his legs just in time, flinging Punk off of his body and towards the ropes. Punk braces himself against the cables as the Liberty City son gets to his feet. Punk turns around to see this, charging right back at Banks … SNAP OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY TOSS!! The Second City Saint is thrown with authority over the head of Banks!! Antonio quickly tries to gather himself as he clamors to cover Punk –

ONE…


TWO…


NO!!

And Punk still will not go down! The Chicago native lives up to his billing as full of passion and pride, but Banks seems to have had enough. He runs his hands through his cornrows in silent anger, Punk crawling to a corner to try and get back to his feet with some support. Once again, this gives The Saint enough time to measure Punk up, heading to the opposite corner and crossing his arms around his neck for a taunt, going for one more BOONDOCK BOOT … NO!!

Punk ducks the corner running boot, causing Banks to STRADDLE HIMSELF ON THE TOP ROPE!! The whole arena lets out an “OOOOH!” as Banks hangs on by his family jewels. He doesn’t stay there for long, however, as Punk gets to his feet … and snaps off the NASTY ROUNDHOUSE TO THE ELEVATED BANKS!! The Boondock Saint falls off of his perch and tumbles on the apron before going all the way to the floor!

Punk takes a moment to gather himself and fell the crowd once he gets to his feet, Banks trying to grasp at some guard rails once he’s outside. Banks gets to his feet by leaning on the guard rails, King beginning his count out count –

…1!!



…2!!
{Punk rolls outside…}

…3!!

{Punk takes a few steps along the perimeter … running at Banks … and CRACKING HIM RIGHT IN THE JAW WITH THE RUNNING HIGH KNEE!!}

…4!!
{Punk grabs hold of Bank’s face … and finishes the combo with a BULLDOG ON THE OUTSIDE PADDING!!}

…5!!

The commentators note not only Punk’s brutal side here, but they also note his fighting champion spirit when he takes Banks and throws him back into the ring. Punk wants a definitive win, not a count-out victory. As Punk rolls Banks in, he himself climbs on up to the apron, King’s count still going because he’s still outside…

…6!!

Punk doesn’t seem to care, leaning back and lying in wait for Banks to recover and get back to his feet, looking to hit one big move before a big finish. Banks drunkenly gets back to his feet, his head being knocked around on the outside. He tries to box someone he can’t see before turning back in the right direction, only to see Punk flying at him with the SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE … AND PUNK NAILS IT – ON THE REFEREE!! BANKS PULLS KING IN THE WAY AT THE LAST SECOND!!

Using the black referee as a meat shield, Banks counters Punk’s big signature! Punk realizes who he hit instantly, turning after the impact to see King knocked the fuck out. He tries to shake some life back into him, not aware of Banks behind him and fully conscious. Punk absent-mindedly gets to one knee while trying to bring the referee to, when suddenly … DRIVE-BY KICK!! DRIVE-BY KICK!! THE SHINING BOOT CONNECTS AGAINST PUNK’S TEMPLE!! Punk falls to the canvas, a boot mark imprinted on the side of his straight-edge face. Banks’ finisher deadens the crowd as he slumps on top of Punk, hooking a leg…

……{ONE!!}……
………………
…………{TWO!!}…………
……………
…………{THREE!!}…………
…………
…………{FOUR!!}………

BUT THE REFEREE IS STILL DEAD!! The crowd counts out loud the phantom cover, but Banks’ decision to use his fellow black man as a shield backfires in a big way! The Boondock Saint realizes this after getting Punk on the canvas for a full four and a half count. He lifts himself from off of Punk his face locked in a very aggravated look as he goes over to King and shakes him, trying to get him back up. King is barely just now coming around, Banks slapping his face to help him regain himself.
When the official looks like he might be able to at least move and swing his arms, Banks lets him go and roams right back over to Punk, again flinging himself on top of him and hooking both legs this time. The referee’s count is the big, slow, dramatic windmill –

………ONE………
…………
…………TWO…………
…………
………THREE………

……NO!!!

PUNK KICKS OUT!! HE KICKS OUT!! The whole ordeal took far too long!! Banks is in disbelief and boarder line rage, Montreal popping huge! Banks simply cannot believe it, but as Joey Styles hits on commentary, you might knock Punk down for four, but you can’t keep him out for ten! That’s what Banks was trying to do, but his solution this time is to SHOVE REFEREE JUSTIN KING INTO A CORNER!!

This garners a great deal of heat, as Banks screams in King’s face that “That’s a bullshit call, blue!!” King doesn’t have much of a rebuttal other than to stare somewhat fearfully at a man twice his build. Banks hopes the intimidation works as he goes back to Punk, trying to prop him back up for maybe another Drive-By attempt … BUT PUNK PULLS HIM IN FOR A SURPRISE SMALL PACKAGE –

………ONE………


………TWO………


…THREE…!!!


Here is your winner and STILL AOW Dynasty Champion…CM PUNK at (15:19)


PUNK RETAINS!!! Yet another face walks away with gold, Banks completely befuddled by what just happened. Punk has to quickly roll away to a corner, King following him to hand him his championship belt. Punk gets his title and has to lean up against the ropes and the corner to get up, hugging the belt as though it’s his long lost child



Joey Styles:
Punk wins! Punk wins!! It took using his smarts and not his skill, but CM Punk will walk away from this controversial figure with his championship gold still intact!


JBL:
THIS IS AN ABSOLUTE TRAVESTY!! Banks had CM Punk down for a damn ten count, but the referee was down!! You saw it, I saw it, 20,000 people in Canada saw it, all those nerds illegally streamin’ this online saw it – BANKS SHOULD BE CHAMPION, DAMMIT!!


Joey Styles:
That may be some kind of case if it wasn’t Banks who actually caused the referee to be down! Banks has absolutely no one to blame for any of this but himself if he couldn’t get the job done.


King has to pull Punk out of the corner and bring him to the center ring to raise his hand. Punk smiles, but then falls to a knee


JBL:
THAT’S HORSE CRAP!! JUSTIN KING IS A RACIST!!


Joey Styles:
No one’s a racist here, John! But by the skin of his teeth, CM Punk remains your Dynasty Champion – WHAT THE HELL?!?


Styles’ commentary is interrupted because as Punk is on a knee, Banks charges … AND BASHES HIM IN THE FACE WITH THE DRIVE-BY KICK!! Punk spins and is once again lifeless on the canvas, his title nearly thrown from his body. The crowd throws a great deal of heat at this, Banks getting to his feet and staring down at Punk with menacing eyes.


Joey Styles:
That was entirely uncalled for! The match was over! Banks lost and he sits there does this?? This should’ve been CM Punk having his moment in the sun, but Banks’ ego flares up! I’m not sure his ‘brothers in arms’ would be very proud of this!


JBL:
He’s doin’ exactly what he’s done his entire life, Joey! Nobody’s ever given him opportunity, so he’s takin’ it! Good for you, Antonio! Show that slimy bastard what for!


King tries to wave it all off and tell Banks to get away. Banks doesn’t smirk, simply opting to stare through Punk before walking away…









We head backstage now, where we see Paul Heyman appear on our screen. He gets a great deal of heat past the walls, but of course he doesn’t hear them and continues to look back and talk to whomever it is pushing his wheelchair…




Paul Heyman:
…so now that all that’s taken care of, all you need to do is go out there and do your job.



…and the camera pans up to see who Heyman is talking to and it’s, no surprise, Shawn Michaels. HBK’s first appearance of the night is met with NUCLEAR AND UNGODLY heat from the sellout Montreal crowd. HBK’s face is completely devoid of any emotion, his hair slicked back to looking like a puppet.



Paul Heyman:
You can be a rebel all you want to, Shawn, but just remember – you belong to me. And I command you to win the AOW title tonight.



Michaels continues pushing Heyman with his blank face, not even reacting to the line



Shawn Michaels:
So it’s all set up then?



Heyman gets his rat-like smirk



Paul Heyman:
Shawn, you may steal the show, but you forget – I own the show. Everything is set up and in place.



Heyman’s smile continues…until Michaels suddenly brings the wheelchair to a halt.



Paul Heyman:
What…what the hell are you doing? This isn’t our stop!



Shawn Michaels:
No. It’s not. It’s your stop.



The camera goes from the side of both men to over the shoulder of Heyman, showing us a TOWERING FLIGHT OF STAIRS. Heyman goes from confident and assured to terrified and fidgeting



Paul Heyman:
Shawn…Shawn…please don’t do this. B-b-by “belong to me”, I meant – I meant “treat you like a brother!”



Michaels’ face hasn’t moved a goddamn muscle. He starts to tilt the chair back onto the wheels…



Paul Heyman:
WAIT SHAWN PLEASE~!!



Michaels cease his motion. Heyman’s eyes are about to pop out of his head as he breathes heavily and holds his heart



Paul Heyman:
Okay…okay…point taken. Tonight…we do things your way. Go by…by yourself. But just remember…from here on out…you live my way.



Michaels is completely unfettered, just getting dangerously close to Heyman’s ear as he still peers down in terror at the steps below…



Shawn Michaels:
I’d rather die my way.



…and Michaels thrusts his arms forward…AND SENDS THE OWNER OF AOW AND HIS WHEELCHAIR CRASHING ALL THE WAY DOWN A FLIGHT OF STAIRS!!!! Heyman lies in a heap at the very bottom, groaning in insurmountable pain, telling us he’s at least alive…but the look on Michaels’ face still hasn’t moved. Michaels just turns to walk away from the scene before spotting the camera and looking into it



Shawn Michaels:
Please. It’s not the worst thing I’ve done in this building.



And Michaels flashes a wry, cruel, but also very cocky smirk towards the camera as the crowd buzz for killing Heyman to quite possibly decibel breaking level heat. Much like Christian before him, just as quickly as HBK’s smirk appears, it vanishes and returns him to the cold puppet he’s become, just walking off…





VAN DAM | FINLAY





Joey Styles:
I can't believe I just saw Shawn Michaels do something so cold...


JBL:
It was shocking, but I think we're about to see a hellova lot more of it coming up.


Joey Styles:
Shawn Michaels is definitely a man on the edge and pushing people over the edge, but so has Rob Van Dam for the past few months, the man pushing him being Finlay. But now, it's time for these men to settle their differences in one of our main events...and legally won't actually happen.



***

A Very Merry War. Rob Van Dam delivering an address. Most of his words are muddled silent as the scene is devoid of much of the color. Only a few words jump out and are audible…


“Please…no more…”


“Rob Van Dam is no more…because…he’s retiring…”


We hear the crowd deflate, begging RVD not to go…


…but it’s interrupted by a heavy, dark thud for the arrival of Dave Finlay. His appearance is marred by dark, almost psychotic strings, his words being muddled out until he lets out the utterance -



“Rob Van Dam doesn’t die until I say he does…”


Finlay then takes his shillelagh and SOCKS VAN DAM ASIDE THE HEAD…
Only for this action to be played almost in perfect sync with the time Finlay struck Van Dam with the shillelagh several weeks before, costing Van Dam the AOW Championship. Van Dam is carried out of that scene, heartbroken…


…but flows effortlessly into him walking back down the ramp from this past Wednesday. Van Dam is followed very closely by Dave Finlay, who hands over his shillelagh to JBL…


…only for us to suddenly flash to the damage that shillelagh has done to not just RVD, but men like Samoa Joe and even Chris Jericho…


…before we cut back to the contract signing, both men sitting in uneasy silence, the strings reaching a shrill crescendo



RVD:
I know you’re a sick dude. I know you’re even less of a man for words than I am. But you’ve threatened my career…


A quick flash of Finlay striking RVD with the shillelagh at his ‘retirement’ once again


RVD:
…bloodied one of my best friends…


The blood curls of Szatowski as he sits in the front row and watches Finlay beat Tommy Dreamer to a bloody pulp


RVD:
…and then you struck my wife in the skull…

Van Dam almost gets emotional as the shillelagh goes across the face of his wife, Sonya. It replays twice, Van Dam looking saddened on both takes


RVD:
My one burning question is simple…why?


Finlay:
Because, Robbie. You needed to be broken.


A close up of Van Dam looking damn unpleasant at that


Finlay:
You sit on your laurels an’ ya don’t try to do anything else. All you’ve done since you’ve come to AOW is go off of your ol’ ECW moments.


A collage of RVD moments in ECW, the screen slightly curved at the edges, the insane antics of a young Rob Van Dam captivating millions…


Finlay:
ECW is dead. An’ honestly, you should’ve died with it.


As RVD hoists the ECW Television title high, suddenly the flashbacks and makes the screen go static and then shut to black, as if someone’s unplugged the TV


Finlay:
I’ve been damn near undefeated since I came to AOW. I’ve never been pinned an’ I’ve never been made to submit.


Flashes of various Finlay matches, as he dominates in pretty much all of them, no one getting him down for a three


Finlay:
An’ yet, I’ve only ever had one shot at the AOW Championship.

A quick flash goes by of Finlay locked in the Steel Cage with both Samoa Joe and Chris Jericho. Finlay unleashes hell on both men until it cuts away


Finlay:
But you? You kept getting title shot after title shot after title shot after losing each an’ every time


Van Dam loses on the pilot episode before losing again at the first Supershow…then losing again at World Ablaze…

Static shot of Finlay back at the contract signing



Finlay:
…an’ it bored me to tears, Robbie. That’s a record that needed more than anything to be broken.


A flash to Finlay sneaking behind Van Dam in his fourth title match against Jericho…


Finlay:
So long story short, Robbie…I tortured you an’ broke you simply because I wanted to.


A slow motion shot of Finlay bringing the shillelagh around…and the instant it hits Van Dam, we cut to RVD at the contract signing


RVD:
I just want you to know that I wanna be the reason that you walk away. You tried to break me…


Finlay competes in the tag team match that would add him to the main event of TOL…


…but all you did was help me remember exactly the kind of guy I wanna be, the guy I need to be…


A full-fledged flashback now to the end of that match, Finlay covering for a win…before Szatowski assaults him and breaks it all up



Joey Styles:
That’s…that’s Szatowski! What the hell is he doing here??


JBL:
He’s supposed to be retired! Get him the hell outta here!


Joey Styles:
I think he’s finally come around!


Szatowski:
You wanted to break me, Finlay? Well you went too far! Your fight was with me!


A quick shot of a fearful Finlay…


Szatowski:
That’s why my proposal has been accepted. It’s been agreed that at The Outer Limits, we’re gonna meet…in an Unsanctioned Match!!


We return to the contract signing table, RVD staring into Finlay’s eyes


RVD:
You tried to break me, but all you did was help me remember exactly the kind of guy I wanna be, the guy I need to be


RVD leans closer to Finlay…


RVD:
…and that’s a bloodthirsty R…V…D.


The entire crowd cheers, but all tracks are stopped dead


Finlay
While you were away finding yourself …you must’ve forgotten who I am.

Flashes go by of Finlay beating the tar out of Tommy Dreamer before seeping into Finlay beating on Paul Burchill when he’s caught in the apron and finishing up with the infamous ‘noose and gallows’ ending to he and Samoa Joe’s AOKO match…


Finlay:
So when I step into that ring with no limits just remember…


Finlay stares coldly at RVD, only for the screen to become disoriented when Finlay pulls out the bottle of liquor and pours the glasses.


Finlay:
…you asked for this.


Finlay suddenly throws the alcohol in RVD’s eyes, blinding him. Finlay then takes the whole bottle and holds it over his head, waiting for RVD to stand up. As he stalks him, swirling and disoriented camera angles show shadows and flashes of footage from the two in the Irish pub…


RVD:
They say you drink to help you forget. But I’m done with forgetting. I don’t ever wanna forget who I am…


In slow motion, Van Dam tries to get to his feet…


RVD:
…and I sure as hell don’t ever wanna forget what I’m gonna do to you.


Van Dam KICKS THE BOTTLE AND SEND THE GLASS EVERYWHERE, the glass shattering going in conjunction with the backbeat of his theme “Walk”. The two almost get into their brawl, but are restrained


Joey Styles:
The first ever Unsanctioned match in AOW history will be between two men who want the other one dead!


The chorus of RVD’s theme can be heard between scenes –


“RE –”


Dreamer is bleeding…


“- SPECT!!”


Sonya is recovering…


“WALK!”


RVD blasts Finlay on his return, the package ending on Van Dam standing tall and looking at Finlay


***


Tony Chimel:
The following contest is an Unsanctioned match!! Both parties have signed an agreement against each other and AOW. There are no count outs and no disqualifications. The only way to win is by pinfall or submission


The crowd lets out a mile response to that, perhaps saving it all for a few moments...


**WALK**


The entire arena lights up for an unbelievable ovation, the roof once again popping off the Bell Center for Rob Van Dam. RVD slinks out from behind the double doors, the confidence somewhat back in his step. He has a slight smirk as he steps onto the stage and looks around, his ponytail swinging around as he takes in his big reaction.



Tony Chimel:
From Battle Creek, Michigan, weighing in at two hundred and twenty six pounds…ROB…VAN…DAM!


Van Dam actually doesn’t do his thumbs, just heavily nodding his head on each syllable. Perhaps he doesn’t feel completely comfortable as RVD yet…?


Joey Styles:
Well, there he is. A man who we haven’t seen like this in almost four long months with a look in his eyes that we’ve never seen in more than a decade and a half in the – HEY!!


Just as RVD is coming on down the platform aisle, Finlay bursts from a shadowed part of the stage and SMASHES HIM WITH A CLOTHESLINE FROM BEHIND!! Van Dam falls face first onto the aisle, the crowd reaction whiplashing into that of pure heat. Finlay isn’t waiting at all – he’s bringing the fight to the revitalized Rob Van Dam right NOW!!






*Unsanctioned Match*


The Whole F’n Show
Rob Van Dam v. The Fighting Irishman Finlay


Finlay immediately shows that he wants Van Dam to be a broken man by not even waiting for a formal introduction, laying into his opponent right on the aisle. Van Dam is still bewildered a bit, caught completely off guard by the Man Who Loves to Fight. He’s being drilled over and over again with hard right hands before Finlay steps into his chin and nails a SIDE KNEE LIFT. Van Dam falls back down, Finlay not letting him get any breath and starts laying his vicious boots into the ribs of the airbrush singlet.

Van Dam may not be able to breathe at all with those blows as Finlay remains relentless on the assault. The fans keep throwing an immense amount of heat at him, which Finlay finally acknowledges with a “SHUT UP!” This gets him even more heat, but with it, he just grabs Van Dam and takes him up in a scoop slam position … and SCOOP SLAMS HIM ON THE PLATFORM!!

A sickening THUD against the upraised aisle sends the crowd reeling and a slightly toothy grin from Finlay flashes through. Van Dam is writhing around until Finlay takes a hand full of Van Dam ponytail and walks him down the rest of the aisle before tossing him over the top rope and into the ring.

Finlay takes a moment to sharply stare out over the booing Bell Center that garners even more heat, the long awaited return of RVD not going as planned. Finlay waves them off before turning back around to step into the ring himself…but RVD is back up, and uses the top rope to remain vertical … rearing back … AND STRIKES FINLAY IN THE FACE WITH A MOMENTOUS HEADBUTT!! A very uncharacteristic move for Rob Van Dam, but it gets the crowd reacting positive and gets him back in this match. As Finlay reels, he steps away from the ropes, giving RVD enough time and space to take a few steps back … AIR VAN DAM!! AIR VAN DAM!! THE SUICIDE SUMMERSAULT SENTON CONNECTS ON THE AISLE!!

The arena erupts once again, Van Dam showing he’s certainly not the man getting broken tonight! Already throwing himself at Finlay, RVD picks himself up off the aisle to get to his feet, only to be met with all of Montreal chanting “RVD!! RVD!! RVD!!” Van Dam lets show very quickly that he’s happy about that, but his body reminds him the story of the match and snaps him back into focused and angry mode.

RVD takes the stunned Finlay and strikes him with a hard forearm for good measure before taking him up…AND SCOOP SLAMMING HIM ON THE PLATFORM!! It’s Finlay’s turn to fully feel the pain, but much like Finlay, RVD doesn’t give him much time to breathe. Instead, Van Dam takes Finlay right back up and lifts him with another scoop lift and takes a few steps to the very edge of the platform … AND SCOOP SLAMS HIM ALL THE WAY TO THE FLOOR!! WOW!!

Finlay’s spine SPLATS off the padding after being dropped from such a high perch! The crowd is loving that, Van Dam loving it with them, nodding his head and swiping his thumb across his lips in perhaps some slight cockiness. Getting a bit more comfortable in his own skin is Rob, but he’s not done – payback is clearly on his mind. When Finlay’s done yelping in pain, we can see Van Dam doing a few preparation squats. Finlay has to use the guard rail to get back to his feet, but when he turns back around towards the now elevated aisle he sees Van Dam flying … WITH THE DIVING SIDE KICK!! FINLAY IS CRACKED IN THE JAW FROM ABOVE!!

Van Dam not showing very much ring rust, if any, here in the early goings, despite being completely caught off guard earlier. Finlay tumbles along the padding once again, RVD having to take a moment to get adjusted to the ground level balance. When he gets it, he again grabs hold of Finlay and tugs him up by his singlet before grabbing his head … AND BOUNCING IT AGAINST THE RAIL!!

This softens up Finlay even more for RVD to lift him in a suplex position…before setting him on top of the guard rail itself! Finlay’s rather stocky body is dangling – his upper body in the ring area and his feet almost touching some front row fan’s faces. RVD just preps himself again, leaping up to the ring apron and looming over his prone prey. Many in the crowd are prepping their thumbs to chant with him, but RVD actually doesn’t hit his name-calling thumbs chant, simply leaping and spinning … the DIVING CORKSCREW KICK…MISSES!! NOBODY HOME!! RVD IS STRADDLED ON THE RAILING!!

The savvy veteran that is Finlay dodges the high-risk move and impales Van Dam on the steel fence that separates ringside from crowd. Finlay is actually in the crowd, having dodged the move by shifting his weight and moving into the laps of some fans. With Finlay in front of them, the rowdy fans start booing him in his face and at the same time getting away from him, Finlay using this to his advantage by actually telling a front row female fan to “get the hell outta your chair!” The female fan isn’t the blond American Made is looking for, but she scurries out nonetheless and allows Finlay to take her chair…and fold it up. It’s not discernible from any other traditional steel folding chair now, Finlay gearing back … AND BASHING THE STRADDLED RVD RIGHT ACROSS THE SKULL WITH THE CHAIR!! GOOD GAWD!!

Van Dam nearly flips over himself when he lands on the ring side of the railing. He’s absolutely motionless other than slight breathing, the crowd deadening again as Finlay takes the chair in his hand and climbs back up over and to ringside. Van Dam begins to stir just a little bit, trying to get onto his hands and knees. But the cruel Finlay catches sight of this and makes RVD pay for his determination with a SICKENING CHAIR TO THE SPINE!!

Van Dam yells in pain to a further silenced crowd, the Van Daminator sprawled out in even more agony. Finlay finally drops the chair, slinging it a little ways away. The merciless Finlay is far from finished, now taking the cringing Van Dam and grabbing a wrist … and IRISH WHIPS HIM RIGHT INTO THE SIDE OF THE BASE OF THE PLATFORM AISLE!! The “pit” area, if one had to name it, is now taken up by the agonizing mess that is the body of one Robert Szatowski. As RVD lies motionless with a hand on his spine, all Finlay can do is flash a toothy grin.

The Fighting Irishman doesn’t let up, even after his satisfying string of offense. He takes the potentially paralyzed Van Dam and pulls him up, forcing him to walk around the outside with him until they get around the announcer’s table. Finlay signifies reaching their destination by turning Van Dam around and BOUNCING HIS HEAD OFF THE RING LIP. This is where we get our first real glance at referee Brian Hebner, who can do nothing in this match but record the fall. RVD remains stunned, allowing Finlay to wrap around his wrist and then send him running … with a WHIP INTO THE TIMEKEEPER’S AREA!!

Van Dam crashes against a series of chairs and forces more people to rush from their seats, this time being the timekeeper and Tony Chimel. A cameraman, who wasn’t so lucky to dodge the revitalized star, actually falls over and loses some equipment. Finlay is dominating here, roaming over to where he flung RVD and taking him back up before smashing him once on the chest for good measure. He then looks down and sees some headphones that the cameraman dropped and grabs hold of it … AND WRAPS THE WIRES AROUND RVD’S NECK, CHOKING HIM TO DEATH!! Finlay’s choking out Van Dam with the cameraman’s headphones!!

Van Dam stretches his arms out in a desperate plea for air, but all Finlay does is wrap it tighter. All the while RVD’s face is losing color, Finlay just verbally lets RVD have it – “YOU WANTED THIS, ROBBIE!! REMEMBER??” After the badgering, we can see Van Dam almost completely lose oxygen, his mouth hanging open and his face turning a deep red-purple. Finlay finally mercifully lets go, causing RVD to fall to his knees and then slump to the floor, coughing and trying to find his breath once more.

With RVD momentarily incapacitated, Finlay looks to do even more damage being the first man in the match to look up under the ring. The proud Irishman digs for a second before finding … A TABLE!! Finlay wants to break Van Dam by breaking him through a table! There’s a bit of a pop from the crowd, but that’s more from the appearance of the table than them actually wanting to see it. Finlay starts playing with the table’s legs, looking to set it up, but he’s only able to set up one side before RVD comes at him with a FLURRY OF PUNCHES!!

Finlay is forced to suddenly cover himself up and prop the table on the apron in doing so! Montreal comes to life as RVD breaks out the ol’ fisticuffs on and hopefully fight his way back into this thing. RVD gets several punches in and knocks Finlay against the apron, still looking for more. Van Dam lifts a fist for more punishment … but he’s CLOCKED IN THE FACE BY THE WOODEN TABLE!! Finlay uses his surroundings to use the wooden slab itself as a weapon, once again stunning Szatowski. RVD has to drop to his knees and hold himself up by leaning against the announce table, almost as if he’s in prayer.

Finlay takes the table and finishes setting it up, not too far from where RVD is. Before putting RVD on it, Finlay takes a few steps over and retrieves his steel chair. He walks up to the kneeling RVD and RAISES THE CHAIR HIGH … NOBODY HOME!! Finlay brings the chair down like a guillotine with no one there, RVD moving from his spot at the last minute. Finlay drops the chair as RVD looks to fight back once again, more punches being thrown, only for Finlay to duck underneath a wild haymaker attempt and PUSH RVD INTO AN IRON POST … NO!! RVD is as aware of his surroundings as Finlay, stopping himself right before his lips taste steel, but when he turns back around to face Finlay, he’s BEHEADED WITH A NASTY SHORT-RANGE CLOTHESLINE!!

Van Dam’s head bounces violently off the padded outside, Finlay once again maintaining his control. He takes Van Dam and shoves him between his legs and turns towards the table, grabbing RVD in a waistlock and looking for a big table-crunching powerbomb. Finlay hoists RVD up…but Van Dam grabs the chair from right underneath Finlay’s feet … AND CRACKS HIM RIGHT IN THE HEAD WITH THE CHAIR AS HE FLIPS UP!! WOW!! An incredible counter by Van Dam as he destroys Finlay’s head as a powerbomb jam!

Finlay drops to the canvas like a rock in water, RVD getting back in this thing in a huge way! Finlay is motionless as Van Dam tries to shake the cobwebs out of his head. He drops the chair and lifts up Finlay’s dead weight, taking him by the head … and sending him FACE FIRST INTO THE IRON POST!! Van Dam succeeds in what Finlay couldn’t do moments ago, further concussing the Irishman! But now it’s RVD’s turn to perhaps look for something extreme, as he lifts up the ring skirt to rummage around under the ring to find … A LADDER!?!?

Van Dam pulls the long apparatus from under the ring, but he doesn’t pick it up. Instead, he ventures back over to a stupefied Finlay and rolls him into the ring. He then takes the ladder and slides it under the ring before following it in, making this the first time in the entire match that both men have been inside the ring at the same time. Van Dam has to take a moment to gingerly get to his feet, his lower back still feeling the pain from earlier, but he does so with the ladder in hand as Finlay starts to groggily get vertical … and TAKES A RUNNING LADDER SHOT TO THE FACE!!

Finlay drops and his head whiplashes violently, forcing him to roll away in pain. Van Dam must be feeling more comfortable as himself because he takes a moment to raise the ladder over his head in victory, the crowd reacting appropriately. Finlay has rolled all the way across from where Van Dam is to a corner, using it to get back to his feet. He stays in said corner as RVD gets a look and charges, looking to RAM THE LADDER INTO FINLAY’S RIBS … NO!! Finlay moves away at the very last minute and crunches RVD’s own body into the ladder. The ladder stays in the corner and RVD grips at his knees for a moment, Finlay rolling away to the apron as he escaped. As Van Dam veers closer to the ropes, Finlay grabs hold of RVD’s ponytail – and HITS HIM THROAT-FIRST WITH A HOTSHOT!! RVD’s already tender throat is bounced off of the top rope and sends him to the canvas.

Finlay, meanwhile, drops to the floor on the move, landing on his feet. He lands a tad off balance, leaning up against another part of the guard rail. But as he leans against it, it buckles a bit. Finlay notices this and starts tinkering with the section of railing, until … he completely separates it! FINLAY’S GOT A WHOLE PIECE OF GUARD FENCE AS A WEAPON!! Finlay strolls on back into the ring with his new weapon in hand, RVD trying to get back up … only to get DRILLED IN THE SPINE BY THE STEEL GUARD RAIL … NO!! RVD swiftly moves out of the way at the very last second, leaping up for a spinning kick…Finlay instinctively throws up his rail-holding hands in defense … VAN DAMINATOR!! VAN DAMINATOR WITH THE GUARD RAIL!! A loud “OOOH” comes from the crowd, as Finlay is hit so hard, he rolls back under the ring to the outside, flopping to the padding.

The crowd is again in a frenzy of “RVD! RVD!” chants, Van Dam again having to slowly regain himself and tend to his back. He takes a peek to the outside and sees Finlay trying to regain himself. Van Dam takes a step and sees the guard rail still in the ring, taking it in his hands and suddenly running towards the corner with the ladder in it … CLIMBING THE LADDER LIKE A STAIRCASE AND LEAPING FROM IT … AND LANDS ON FINLAY WITH THE GUARD RAIL!! A LADDER-AIDED FLYING CROSSBODY WITH THE STEEL RAILING!!

“HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!” chants immediately start kicking up, but now both men are down and feeling the effects of the completely unorthodoxed offense of this match. The crowd remains buzzing as Van Dam rolls off of Finlay’s body, taking the guard rail with him and setting it aside.

Van Dam is the first man to get to his feet, still a tad wobbly. He once again drags Finlay to his feet, pulling him along until they reach the table still set up on the outside from earlier. RVD lays Finlay flat across the wooden slab and clubs him on the chest a couple of times for good measure before rolling into the ring and slowly climbing to the top rope. The crowd is all on their feet, looking for what could be an incredible spot here … but Finlay jumps off the table and strikes Van Dam in the side of the head with a leaping blow.
Finlay then starts to climb to the apron and starts a back and forth battle with RVD, neither man wanting to make the big drop that could decide the difference in the match. Van Dam starts pulling away, knocking Finlay over and over with hard right hands. Finlay begins to slump, being forced to hold onto the top rope for dear life with one hand, his other hand dangling lifelessly and getting dangerously close to the table. But just as RVD rears back for perhaps the big blow, Finlay’s dangling arm grabs something that we can’t see, concealed by the steel ring steps in front of it. Van Dam goes for one more punch…but Finlay brings up his arm … AND BREAKS A LIQUOR BOTTLE OVER VAN DAM’S HEAD!! Glass goes everywhere as alcohol covers RVD’s face, his temple possibly ruptured, as is dead weight takes him forward … AND HE FALLS FROM THE TOP RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE!!

The crunch of the table gets the crowd in another frenzy, as buzz consumes the building with Finlay looking on the carcass of Van Dam. Another evil, toothy grin envelops Finlay’s face as he drops from the apron to the floor and picks up the decimated Van Dam, rolling his dead weight into the ring. Even though it’s unsanctioned, any pinfalls would have to take place in the ring. But Finlay isn’t even going for a pinfall yet. After rolling RVD in, Finlay roams back over to around the still untidy timekeeper’s area and bends over to get something. He comes back up to reveal THE DREADED SHILLELAGH is in hand. Finlay rolls into the ring with the wooden staff ready for destruction, not even waiting for RVD to drift to his feet. Instead, the still lifeless body of Szatowski is taken by the ponytail and forced to sit upright, Finlay rearing back … AND CRACKING RVD IN THE TEMPLE WITH THE SHILLELAGH!!

All air seems to have left the Bell Center now, as Finlay is seemingly making good on his promise to finish his breaking of Rob Van Dam. The shit-eating grin is back, but now it comes with cruel laughter, Finlay seemingly enjoying this now. Van Dam’s body has no signs of life as the referee checks on him, but Finlay suddenly stops laughing and smiling to actually tug the ref away from RVD’s body. Dave then goes back outside and throws the top layer of steel ring steps away, revealing the bigger, heavier base ring steps. Finlay grabs the big base and throws it through the middle ropes into the ring, soon following it back in.

There are much more incredibly sinister notions still on Finlay’s mind as he gets the huge steel steps base in his grasp, hoisting it up. RVD is only now beginning to truly stir, his drunk body motions now matching the alcohol that’s still being mixed with the sweat on his face. Mr. Wednesday Night stumbles and struggles mightily, but when Hebner asks him if he wants to stop, Van Dam still has enough in him to shove the Brian away. Van Dam gets to his feet on spaghetti legs and turns back towards Finlay … the Irishman rushes … AND DRILLS VAN DAM IN THE HEAD WITH THE MASSIVE STEEL RING STEPS!! Van Dam is cracked right between the eyes and goes down flat, the disgusting thud completely deadening the crowd.

Finlay places the steps in a corner after he rushes, but another look down reveals that Van Dam has been BUSTED OPEN. The blood mixes freely with both his sweat and the liquor still present, giving an incredibly ghastly effect, despite the wound being fresh. And even still, Finlay isn’t satisfied. He doesn’t go for a pinfall attempt on RVD. He does try to approach him, but the official gets in the way and says he has to check on him. Finlay almost throws Hebner out of his face to get back at Van Dam. Finlay oddly starts clawing at RVD’s clothing, lowering the straps on his airbrushed singlet to expose Van Dam’s skin.

Whatever Finlay has in mind here, Hebner again mercifully tries to get in the middle of. Finlay again looks to toss Brian aside, but it looks like he’s tugging at the referee’s pants…?? The odd gesture comes to fruition in a moment when we see that Finlay has ripped the leather belt holding the referee’s pants up from around his waist. An entirely new ominous wind blows across Canada, everyone knowing what’s coming next, but everyone’s powerless to stop it … as Finlay WHIPS VAN DAM ACROSS THE EXPOSED SPINE WITH THE LEATHER BELT!! The sickening SMACK of leather on skin makes everyone’s blood curl, especially when Van Dam’s cries of pain though his crimson mask can be heard through the harrowing silence. But Finlay rears back and WHIPS VAN DAM YET AGAIN, even more screams coming now. We can see two long red marks etched in RVD’s back, just marks of the agony he’s going through.

The cruelty is just raging inside Finlay’s eyes, not letting up in the slightest. He finally drops the belt, which the official quickly snaps back up to get it out of Finlay’s grasp, as well as to continue to hold his pants up. Van Dam is a pile of pain at this point, Finlay having to kick him around to get him move where he wants. He gets him out of the center of the ring, only to go back and grab the steel ring steps and throw it down in the center. The groaning carcass of Van Dam is grabbed once again by his ponytail, Finlay stepping up and on top of the steel steps. Dave Finlay then holds RVD’s face steady as he stares right into his glossed over, blood stained eyes –

“I started to break you, Robbie. Now I’ll finish you!”

Finlay continues to drag the body of Van Dam up, pulling it on top of the steps with him. He then hosts it up and sends him over the shoulder. The entire crowd is silent, knowing exactly what kind of ominous ending Finlay has in mind. Finlay grabs hold of RVD’s head … and goes for the CELTIC CROSS ON THE STEEL RING STEPS … but RVD shows some miraculous sign of struggle…Finlay keeps the grip…but RVD wriggles free!! He barely escapes the death sentence move, Finlay quickly turning around to see Van Dam on weak legs…only for RVD to take the feet from under Finlay with a very clutch LOW SPINNING SWEEP!! Finlay falls backwards, his head BOUNCING OFF THE STEEL RING STEPS!

RVD shows the slightest glimmer of hope, Finlay now gripping his head in pain as Van Dam groggily steps over and grabs Finlay’s shillelagh. Finlay rolls off the steps and to his feet, but he’s immediately me by Van Dam CLOCKING FINLAY IN THE SKULL WITH HIS OWN SHILLELAGH!! The crowd goes ballistic as Finlay drops to a knee following the blow, but Van Dam isn’t done. He sees the prone Finlay and rears back again … AND SMASHES THE SHILLELAGH ACROSS FINLAY’S FACE!! THE STAFF SHATTERS AND SPLITERS!! Van Dam completely destroys Finlay’s favorite foreign object, the staff exploding, with shards of wood and splinters flying! This garners an even bigger reaction, especially when Finlay drops to the canvas and all that’s left in Van Dam’s hand is a nub of the handle. A quick shot of Finlay shows that there’s drops of blood coming from his face, opening up the hard way from the exploding staff.

RVD throws what’s left of the staff away before forcing his body in motion and rolling outside the ring, throwing up the ring skirt. He’s looking for yet another weapon, but no one is prepared for what he actually pulls out. Van Dam rummages around for a moment before pulling out a doozy – A STEEL CHAIR – THAT’S BEEN WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE!! All the life that’s been drained by Finlay’s onslaught is suddenly breathed right back into the atmosphere as Van Dam unveils that beast, sliding back under the ring and moving over towards an attempting to recover Irishman … Robbie V lifts the chair … AND SMASHES IT INTO FINLAY’S SPINE, DRIVING BARBS INTO IT AT THE SAME TIME!!

Unlike most chair shots, that one isn’t nearly as loud, nor is it easy to get off of the body, as the barbs get caught in Finlay’s ring attire as Van Dam tries to pull it up. It just makes the impact more look more brutal when RVD has to hold Finlay’s body steady with a leg and tug the barbs out of Finlay’s clothes/skin. But Van Dam isn’t done. He doesn’t go for a pinfall either, although he clearly could, looking to make Finlay reap everything he’s sown since November. Finlay now grips at his lower back, trying with all his might to get to his feet … only for Van Dam to SMASH HIM WITH ANOTHER BARBED-WRAPPED CHAIR SHOT!! He aims higher up on Finlay’s singlet this time, making sure to get more skin than clothing!! As he pulls up more easily this time, the camera close up reveals specks of blood turning up on Finlay’s back, the barbed wire having clearly punctured the skin.

Van Dam doesn’t drop the chair, instead taking this time to perhaps tend to his own wounds. He tries to wipe some of the blood off his face to get him to see better, but there’s still oh so much remaining. He leans against an empty corner to gather his breath, never taking an eye off of the cruel man before him. Finlay takes a while to get vertical again, stumbling a great deal and having to tend to his back every second. When he finally gets up, he turns around, only to see Van Dam waiting with the chair … and TOSSES IT AT FINLAY – NO!! Finlay catches it, but it’s still at face level…VAN DAMINATOR WITH A BARBED WIRE STEEL CHAIR!! THE STEEL AND THE BARBS ARE RIPPED INTO FINLAY’S FACE!! HOLY SHIT!!

Finlay falls as the crowd roars, his forehead gashed from the impact and causing Finlay to now have BLOOD POURING over his face. Van Dam wobbles back to his feet and grabs the chair, finally throwing it out of the ring. Van Dam could once again go for a cover, but all he does is stare blankly into the eyes of a bleeding man who he has no respect for, only thinking about his wife and Tommy Dreamer. RVD then drags Finlay’s corpse over to a far corner, forcing him to sit against the lower rungs. Van Dam still hasn’t bothered to pull his straps back up, but still doesn’t, even when they somewhat get in his way when he goes over to grab the steel ring steps. He places the steps standing upright in front of Finlay’s face, the “V” in their base making a perfect little gateway to fit it over Finlay’s body.

As Joey Styles begs RVD to not even do this, the Bell Center comes to life yet again and knows where this could be going. Van Dam slumps over to the adjacent corner and leaps cleanly to the top rope, struggling with his balance a bit when he gets there. But he stands upright, once again not going with the thumbs and just taking a look around before LEAPING … VAN TERMINATOR!! VAN TERMINATOR WITH THE STEEL RING STEPS!! OHH MY GAAAD!!! Despite the incredible veracity that the steps are struck with, it remains standing.

Van Dam shifts his hips from his seated position and gets back to his feet, still dragging a big from all the damage he’s taken. But one look at Finlay and you wouldn’t know who has taken more, as Finlay’s bleach white hair has become soaked in blood, his crimson mask now taking up more than his face and looking all the more gruesome. But as Van Dam rests up, the crowd sees the steps still standing over Finlay’s decimated body and begin a bloodthirsty chant –

“ONE MORE TIME!! ONE MORE TIME!! ONE MORE TIME!!”

Van Dam just peers through his blood in awe at the crowd…before leaping to the top rope once again. The crowd goes nuts as Van Dam stands tall once again, but like last time, doesn’t performer his thumbs taunt. He just stares a hole through the steps as through Finlay is there…before he looks off into the crowd somewhere. He points to that spot and we can hear him say “Sonya – this is for you!” The crowd pops once more for that as Van Dam LEAPS … AND NAILS A SECOND VAN TERMINATOR WITH THE STEEL RING STEPS!!

The steps finally fall, Van Dam moving out of the way to reveal a Finlay who looks like he’s been through a bomb explosion, blood plastered all over his dome and shrapnel in the form of shillelagh splinters still stuck in the side of his face. With a man who looks like that, we can see Brian Hebner call for EMTs, Van Dam having to slump himself against the ladder that’s still propped up in a corner for support. Van Dam notices exactly what it is he’s leaning on, now taking the ladder and setting it up in front of the corner. Van Dam approaches the limp body of Finlay and pulls him towards the center ring. RVD isn’t waiting on EMTs, opting instead to CLIMB THE LADDER. The crowd is going nuts at what they’re potentially about to see, Brian Hebner begging him to come down and not do this, holding the ladder itself (conveniently, he’s also holding it steady…). Van Dam doesn’t care, reaching the top and standing as straight as he can without losing his balance, and for the first time in the entire match, takes his thumbs and pumps them –

“ROB…VAN…DAM!!”

Leaping … FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH!! FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH OFF A LADDER!! Van Dam meets Finlay’s body with a THUNDEROUS impact, momentarily throwing himself off of Finlay’s body. The bloody and ravaged Van Dam crawls over with the little power he has left, wrapping his legs around Finlay’s with a double leg hook for the very first pinfall attempt in this entire match –

ONE…


TWO…


THREE…!!!

Here is your winner…ROB VAN DAM at (21:24)


He has returned!! In the most extreme way imaginable, Rob Van Dam assures us that this is him and he’s back! Van Dam peels himself off of Finlay’s body and rolls to his knees, opening his arms, and looking up towards the sky, reenacting his WWE Championship win from ONS 2006. The blood runs freely down his face as we can see what possibly looks like tears forming



Joey Styles:
HE’S BACK!! HE’S OFFICIALLY BACK!!! Rob Van Dam knows exactly who he is!! An extreme revival in his own right, Rob Van Dam and Finlay tore into each other like I have never seen before!


JBL:
We’ve seen Finlay in some brutal matches an’ we’ve seen RVD in hardcore scenarios, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen brutality like that. I’ve been to Texas slaughter houses that had less blood than that match.


Joey Styles:
Indeed, partner. You want to talk about violence, brutality, and just outright barbarianism, I don’t think you can look much further than this. Steps, shillelagh shatters, and something I’ve never seen before in a freakin’ BARBED WIRE CHAIR!!


JBL:
This is one that’ll go down in the history books. Van Dam might not have the chance to get any more titles, but on this night, Rob Van Dam was baptized in blood an’ pinned a man who has never been pinned before. An’ so he lives again!


Van Dam is walking away up the aisle, still blood pouring down his face, but he takes a moment to find his wife somewhere in the front row…and give her a big, bloodstained hug. Sonya Szatowski doesn’t seem to mind at all as her husband is back doing the one thing he loves the most. And he looks EXTREMELY happy. Van Dam stops and turns back around when he’s on the stage about to go through the doors, but one last time, pumps his thumbs…R…V…D!!





~Backstage, locker room area…


We see Aero Star, the prideful young luchador, sitting alone while a trainer seemingly explains to him that his Trios partners will be okay. Star nods his head and stays silent, but he puts his hands on his head and sits back, obviously somewhat disappointed by tonight’s events.



???:
This seat taken?


The offscreen voice soon comes on screen, being revealed as Rey Mysterio. He has an ice pack on his knee, but he’s pretty mobile. He takes a seat next to Aero Star on his bench.


Rey Mysterio:
Hey, don’t look so down. You were the best captain you could be. If it makes you feel any better –


Mysterio lifts his hurt leg with the ice on it


Rey Mysterio:
I didn’t exactly walk away from my match on top either.


This seems to loosen Star up, a smile appearing on the only part of his face we can see. Mysterio puts a hand on Star’s shoulder


Rey Mysterio:
You know, I had a really close friend. His name was Eddie. And anytime I got down like you right now, he’d always tell me – “Si usted no es un campeón hoy, puede ser un futuro campeón."


This seems to touch Star, who raises his head and actually looks at Rey


Rey Mysterio:
“If you're not a champion today, you can be a champion tomorrow.” It’s your rookie year, esse. You got lots of time. You’ve set the world on fire so far. You got lots more coming.


Star nods his head in appreciation. This almost father-son moment is soon interrupted, however, by three men entering the locker room. These men mean no harm, they just seem to be making jabs at one another – Kofi Kidman is joking alongside Billy Kidman and probably the butt-of-the-joke Matt Sydal


Matt Sydal:
Hey, I know I haven’t had the best rookie year in AOW, but I’ve put up more than my fair share of fights. I’m not that bad!


Mysterio chimes in…


Rey Mysterio:
Well…you could’ve been better.


A few chuckles from Kingston, especially after Aero Star nods in hesitant agreement


Kofi Kingston:
No offense, mon, but as your frien’ I’m tellin’ you…you no have no wins, mon!


Kingston slaps Sydal on the back, Kidman joining in on the fun. Sydal takes the joke, but looks somewhat hurt at Kidman


Matt Sydal:
Why the heck are you laughing, Billy? I’m your pupil. If I suck, then you suck.


Billy Kidman:
I’m laughing because you’re making excuses for yourself. Your year stunk. You put up tough fight after fight after fight. And you’ve gotten better.


Kidman slaps Sydal on the back


Billy Kidman:
But you – and me too – just need to get better.


As all three share a bit of a smile, they’re interrupted by the ominous presence of Tyler Black


Tyler Black:
I know you’re all not talking about “Rookie of the Year” and I’m not in the room.


Black and Kingston share a staredown, Black with a smirk on his face


Tyler Black:
Kofi.


Kingston stares right back


Kofi Kingston:
Tyler.


Black looks away and looks at Sydal


Tyler Black:
I’m the best prospect in this company. I’ve got more wins than you in a month and a half with no mentor than you do in seven months.


Black sounds awfully full of himself, Kingston looking to cut in and save his friend


Kofi Kingston:
Yeah? Well then maybe you and I should go one-on-one again to see if those wins hold up.


Kingston and Black have another staredown, but they’re interrupted by a much more ominous figure in Brent Albright. Albright struts on through like he owns the place, the Trios Tournament trophy in his hands.


Brent Albright:
Rookie of the Year? You guys? Yeah right. Maybe it should be someone who has actually done something.


Albright goes over to a locker and grabs a duffle back, slinging it over his shoulder before going to leave just as quickly as he arrived. Even so, he’s let all the positive air go out the room with him…but he’s stopped when someone at the door stops him.


TJ Wilson:
Done something? I’d kinda like to agree with you.


Wilson has his NEW AOW World Tag Team title slung over his shoulder, he and Albright breathing on each other they’re so close. Albright just smirks and shakes his head before completely leaving the scene, leaving Wilson to walk in to the room full of fellow rookies…and Mysterio and Kidman


TJ Wilson:
What? No love for the rookie tag teams?


All the men in the room start to jokingly argue with one another…except for Tyler Black, who seems to get in Rey Mysterio’s face quite aggressively. The room continues to fill up with clusterfucked chatter…until the door once again swings open and revealing a still hurt and recovering Bryan Danielson. His Cruiserweight Championship is draped over a shoulder, the blood from his eye still staining it.


Bryan Danielson:
Rookies? I’m technically a rookie. But what I really am is Cruiserweight Champion. And I have been for 128 days. And what I see isn’t a room full of rookies. It’s a room full of challengers.


A look around the room reveals what Danielson is saying is true. From Kidman to Mysterio to Black to Wilson – no one in the room tops 215 lbs.


Bryan Danielson:
Argue all you guys want. But I finally got Gregory Helms out of my life. So all that’s left is to prove to all of you that I’m the best Cruiserweight in the world.


There’s silent unrest in the room until Danielson smirks to himself and heads out of the door, apparently just having heard the commotion and seeing what was up. He leaves all his ‘challengers’ looking around and feeling quite unsure of themselves now…






JERICHO | CHRISTIAN | MICHAELS






Joey Styles:
But now, ladies and gentlemen, the time has finally come for the very final battle on our final stand. This is a place that I’m sure many, if not all of those rookies we just saw would love to be at some point in their careers.


JBL:
If you’re not dreaming of bein’ in a world title match in the main event with the lights on bright, then you’re not here to be a pro wrestler, I can tell you that much.


Joey Styles:
I’m sure all of these men have dreamed of this moment as well, but not nearly to the extent of what each man has had to do even reach this moment. All three of these men have given more than anybody normally would. But that’s what has made all three of these men who they are. But in order to attain the immortality of tonight, all of them will attempt to do…the impossible.


***

A black screen. Words slowly being to scrawl on it.


im•pos•si•ble
adjective
1. not possible; unable to be, exist.
2. unable to be performed, effected.
3. not to be endured with any degree of reason or propriety.



The words dissipate before we hear an ominous hum. It is accompanied by dramatic cymbals. A camera pans over to reveal the War Chamber from six weeks ago.


Tony Chimel
:
The following contest is THE WAAAARR CHAMBEERR!!


Flashes go by of all four members of Team AOW in their individual entrances – Joe and his towel, Danielson and his hood, Punk and his motto – before going in slow time as Christian walks down the ramp


Tony Chimel
:
The only way to win is to eliminate all members of the opposing team one all eight men have legally entered the match.


The Christian-heavy focus fades right into Chris Jericho and his Worthy Legion walking down the ramp in unison.


Bobby Lashley and Christian are the two men to begin, staring each other down before the music shifts from hums and cymbals to fast paced strings, both men tearing into each other.


Joey Styles
:
This is absolute carnage…!!


Flashes go by, more men in the ring and the blood beginning to flow freely on nearly every man


JBL
:
I’ve seen plane crashes look better than this…


The intense images begin to become men eliminating each other, the numbers going down…until everything stops when Christian comes face to face with Chris Jericho as he cowers behind a pod.


Time slows down to where we can only hear a heartbeat. With every beat, a flash goes by of a painful memory…



**THUM-THUMP**


Jericho using Torrie Wilson as bait…


**THUM-THUMP**


Christian being shunned by the roster…


**THUM-THUMP**


Lashley spearing Christian in half


**THUM-THUMP**


Cage being forced to quit, lest Torrie eat a Con-Chair-To…


**THUM-THUMP**


Jericho stands week after week with his Legion…


**THUM-THUMP**


Back to Christian and Jericho staring through the pod, the strings slowly rising in volume back into our ears. Lashley spears Jericho thought he Chamber door, leaving himself open to an Unprettier and finally an emphatic Con-Chair-To. The intense strings suddenly stop to give rise to victorious trumpets as a bloody Christian raises his hands


Tony Chimel
:
Here are your winners…TEAM AOW!!


Joey Styles:
Christian Cage has come all the way out of exile!!


Seamless transition to two weeks later, Christian Cage and Chris Jericho ready for their official contract signing



Jericho:
Every man who has stepped up to try and take me down has been completely eradicated. Shawn Michaels.


Shawn Michaels tearfully says his good-byes


Jericho:
Rob Van Dam.


A vacant faced RVD peels himself off the canvas


Jericho:
Mick Foley.


Paul Wright chokeslams Foley though the announce desk


Jericho:
Paul Heyman.


Jericho orders that Ken Doane leg drop Doane through the table


Jericho:
The list goes on. 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.


Christian:
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’re all gonna see the dark side of the moon.


A flash of Christian standing before the full moon many months ago…


Christian:
Are you ready for that, oh God of Gods…?


The two enemies get incredibly close to one another, the table the only thing stopping them as the strings return and hit a rapid pace alongside the heartbeats…


**THUM-THUMP**


**THUM-THUMP**


**THUM-THUMP**



SWEET CHIN MUSIC!! Both Jericho and Christian eat Sweet Chin Music!! The beats stop and pan to show us Shawn Michaels



Joey Styles
:
Shawn Michaels is here? And what the hell is he doing signing Christian’s contract?


HBK signs on what was Christian’s dotted line, Heyman smirking alongside him


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


The images fade away, but as they do, we can hear the shrill voice of Paul Heyman alongside very eerie tones


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


We open back up on an image of the rat bastard himself, close up on his unnerving smile


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 rears back and laughs, only to be cut off by a clip of Mick Foley entering the ring to cut off his mad scientist music


Mick Foley:
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!!


FOLEY EATS SWEET CHIN MUSIC!! The scene slows down to show Michaels towering over Foley with Heyman pleased as we fade away to heavy bass strings and a very vacant looking Shawn Michaels a week later…


Michaels:
Christian. I just wanna say I have no problem with you. My business has nothing to do with you.


We see a quick flash of Christian, staring right through HBK


Michaels:
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. But it’s actually insulting to me that people think that way.


A very quick double-flash of Michaels, head down in the shadows, being forced to walk away in December


Christian:
This was my match. I have worked my way from being alienated by everyone around me…


Flash of Christian being dragged out in handcuffs by security


Christian:
… to being the only beacon of light in this entire company to being it’s one and only hope of survival.


Christian stands in the ring and takes in his ovation after being named #1 contender


Michaels:
You’re not listening to me, Christian. I’m not taking that away from you. What’s insulting to me is the fact that people think you’re the only man who is deserving of a shot.


As sounds stop and the outlines of both men appear to ripple outward


Michaels:
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 was what happened one faithful night in Montreal over ten years ago.


A shot of the Survivor Series 1997 poster


Michaels:
It all happened in that same building we’re gonna be in on March 16th. The Belle Center in Montreal, Quebec, Canada.


A pan shot of the arena completely empty, just the audio of what happened that night playing over, the sound of immense boos being heard over Jim Ross


“What happened? What happened? Bret Hart tapped out to the Sharpshooter…”



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.


The scene fades away to Christian and Michaels toe-to-toe two weeks later


Joey Styles
:
For the first time ever in AOW, Christian Cage and Shawn Michaels will go one-on-one. Two men who have taken very different, but very similar paths to get to Sunday will clash.


Clips of the Michaels/Cage main event last week, both men giving everything they have until Christian is distracted and the shot pace slows to a screeching, almost hypnotizing halt as Chris Jericho interrupts the match.


Michaels hits Cage with Sweet Chin Music once again, but his victory is stopped almost immediately when Jericho CRACKS HIM WITH THE CODEBREAKER. The video maintains its hypnotizing tint as Jericho speaks



Jericho:
No matter which of your missions you think is improbable…it’s taking the AOW Championship from me, the unconquerable God of Gods…


Shots go by of the umpteen Oblivions that Jericho has walked out with his title intact


Jericho:
…that will truly be…impossible.


Impossible…
Impossible…


The words swirl in an echo as Jericho throws his title high over his head, a close up on his insidiously familiar strategist smirk…


A momentary black screen before it comes to life with shots of Chris Jericho hitting numerous finishers and signatures on a plethora of opponents, a high-paced and furious orchestra playing behind it…



Jericho:
In order to defend my AOW Championship at The Outer Limits, I’ll have to do the one thing people have been saying I can’t do…and that’s the impossible


The flashes cease, only to bring up a portion of the words from the beginning


1. not possible; unable to be, exist.


Jericho:
I have to defend my AOW Championship in a Triple Threat against two men who are undisputedly consumed by their hatred for me.


A flash of Jericho capturing both Christian and Michaels in the Walls of Jericho/Liontamer


Quickly, the flashes dissolve into Shawn Michaels defeating numerous opponents and putting on a show while doing it


Michaels:
I take pride in stealin’ shows. And I will never be outperformed. I’ve made a career out of doing the impossible.


2. unable to be performed, effected.


Michaels:
I might’ve sold my soul to try and redeem myself, but there’s nothing I can do to get those people in Montreal on my side.


A shot of Michaels in the shadows back in ’97 being pelted with garbage


Michaels:
…but just so you, Paul Heyman, and Christian know, I’ve got nothing holding me back from being the villain.


HBK beheads Mick Foley, Christian Cage, and Chris Jericho all with Sweet Chin Music…


…until Christian Cage lunges and spins Michaels around, nailing him with an Unprettier



Christian:
I have never held a world title and I’m supposed to take down two monsters to try and get it.


Shots of Christian now in numerous bloody battles, Cage always having to pay the price before he wins, if he wins


Christian:
So if you want to see someone who is more than ready to do the impossible…you’re lookin’ at him. Because that’s all I’ve done in AOW.


3. not to be endured with any degree of reason or propriety.


Christian:
I’m not concerned with being the “hero” and I’m not concerned with being the “villain”. I’m just concerned with being champion.


Christian brawls with Chris Jericho and Shawn Michaels on separate occasions, his madman eyes glowing after each encounter


Joey Styles
:
Chris Jericho has to defend his AOW title against two men whose careers he has impacted forever – the hungry Christian Cage and the redemption seeking Shawn Michaels!


The orchestra is approaching the climax. As each man speaks, we see a close-up of one of their eyes, their respective journeys playing inside them


Jericho:
I am the Puppetmaster God.


Christian:
I am the Consumed Savior.


Michaels:
I am the Showstopping Devil.


Images alternate of all three men as the chorus hits one final mighty chord, the music fading on an image one last time of Chris Jericho in the center, Christian on a split screen to the left, and Michaels on the right

***



After that quite heavy video package, there’s a momentary hush before a whole new sound hits the threshold…


“OH…OH…SHAWN!!”


**SEXY BOY**



…and an UNGODLY amount of heat pours down once again for Shawn Michaels, who looks much more like himself than when groomed in Heyman’s image like we saw earlier. He also doesn’t seem nearly as vacant as earlier, looking like the jovial HBK of old…until he blows snot in the direction of the crowd. Michaels is channeling perhaps an old school HBK here, even performing his prayer and crucifix position –


*PYRO*
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*PYRO*
*PYRO*


Michaels jumps back to his feet and almost taunts the crowd the whole way down the aisle, not giving the slightest damn about the heat



Joey Styles:
Well…Shawn Michaels has said on every occasion before that this match is his redemption. More than a decade ago, a match happened in this very building that has marred the career of the Showstopper. He’s here to set things right by winning that title, but by his body motions, he doesn’t really look like he’s looking for the forgiveness he says he so wants.


JBL:
Who knows what’s on Shawn Michaels’ mind? A half hour ago, the guy threw the owner of this company down a flight of stairs, a week ago you couldn’t pay him to have a smile on his face, an’ now here he is bein’ the good ol’ Haich Bee Kay he’s been forever.


Joey Styles:
Well, maybe it’s like you addressed earlier, John. Perhaps it’s not how you win, just that you win. Shawn Michaels is a master of big game situations. I don’t think there’s ever been a bigger big match competitor. I’m not gonna doubt his strategies, so perhaps this is just his way of taking the crowd out of the game and perhaps, even moreso, getting in the head of his opponents.


Michaels steps into the ring and twirls around, the tornado of heat just keeping on him. Michaels extends a leg and hits his famous flex pose to a whole new round of heat. He flashes an incredibly fake smile before turning to the crowd and blowing a raspberry at them. He then retreats to a corner and has an adolescent air to him, waiting on his opponents…



“GO~!!”


**JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES**



And the crowd unleashes an incredible whiplash and delivers the LARGEST POP of the night, the roof blown clean off the building. Christian Cage steps through the doors and gains an even bigger ovation. Christian has to stop on the entrance stage, taking a long look at the arena full of people who suddenly want him. His intense eyes almost seem…teary? The reaction is overwhelming, but Cage sucks it up and begins his stoic walk down the aisle, his arm taped a bit at the elbow from the abuse it’s taken in recent weeks



Joey Styles:
A homecoming for Christian Cage and if his interview moments ago is anything to go by, he is in the best mindset he’s been for seven months. He’s not alone. He’s got this arena, an entire country behind him. All he’s ever dreamed is coming to a head right here in this match.


JBL:
I have never seen this much emotion on one man going into a match. An’ so different from Shawn Michaels at that. But this is incredible to watch.


Joey Styles:
Indeed it is. Just the transformation of Cage from coward to conspiracy theorist to driven mad to driven with purpose to now being driven by his dreams.


Christian steps into the ring, looking right at the man who made this a Triple Threat match. Michaels and Christian stare into each other not with hatred, but with immaculate respect. They have no deep-seated beef with one another, but neither will stop at anything that gets in the way of their individual goals.


Their intense gaze is interrupted when all the lights go off in the arena and a blue glow begins to shine from the big screens. They remain the only light in the arena, but they allow us to see what looks like the silhouettes of several people…dropping down from the rafters?? They all fall, bright white wires connected to them, all forming around the entrance stage and parts of the entrance aisle. Their full-body costumes have what look like Tron-esque lines on them, making them glow as well. When all the people hit their respective marks, they go limp…as though they’re all puppets.

Suddenly, the screens light up with an all too familiar ominous countdown…


5…


4…


3…


2…


1…


0…


**PYRO**
**PYRO**
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“C’MON…Y’KNOW I GOT YA…YEAH!!”
“…I’LL OPEN YOUR EYES AND MAKE YOU SEE…!!”


**BREAK DOWN THE WALLS**
**KING OF MY WORLD**


{/MASH UP}


A unique sounding entrance theme to say the least. As the mash-up hits, we can see the cyberpunk puppets begin to dance, their limbs all limp and swaying whichever ways their strings pull them. They keep moving until two of them hold open the double-door for AOW Champion Chris Jericho to walk on through. Jericho has his holier-than-thou strut on full blast, the AOW title draped over a shoulder. With every puppet that he passes, they all stop dancing and begin to walk in place, immolating his stratagem strut.



Joey Styles:
A grandiose entrance for a grandiose champion, but whether you like him or not, it’s ridiculously fitting for this man. Chris Jericho has pulled every string imaginable over the last year to get to where he is right now – an undefeated champion for seven months. He has taken on all comers. He has devised brilliant, if maniacal, strategies to keep himself on top. And now he’s here to put his boast of being a ‘god’ to the ultimate test.


JBL:
I love it. Now it feels like we’re on the Grand Stage of War. An entrance truly befitting the king that he is, the men he has surpassed, the god he has become! An’ you actually said something right, Joey. Whether you love or hate this man, hell, whether you even respect this man or not, you have to acknowledge his unparalleled success. No matter what the circumstances, this man has been, and will remain…untouchable.


Jericho’s walk reaches the end of the platform aisle, stepping into the ring to walk right into the glares of two ‘beneficiaries’ of his strategies. Jericho just gives them a smug look as he slinks the title from off his shoulder and gives it a kiss before handing it over to senior referee Ray Ramsey. Ramsey takes the title and shoots it up over his head, electing a pop from the crowd.


JBL:
That’s what it’s all about right there. These three guys, all stupendous performers and competitors, are gonna put it all on the line for that strap.


Joey Styles:
The Holy Grail of AOW about to get even holier when that bell rings, making it become a world title. But you’re right, John. This is what dreams are made of. This is what the impossible has come to. This is it. The main event. The final battle on our final stand.


Tony Chimel:
The following contest is a Triple Threat match for the AOW Heavyweight Championship!!


HUGE pop continuing


Tony Chimel:
In this match, there are no count outs and no disqualifications. The first man to secure a pinfall or submission will win the match and become the AOW World Heavyweight Champion!!


Another resounding pop, the AOW title about to be elevated in a big way as soon as the bell rings


Tony Chimel:
Introducing challenger number one – from San Antonio, Texas…


Chimel can’t even get the hometown of HBK out of his mouth before the airwaves become consumed by nuclear heat


Tony Chimel:
…weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds…the Heart Break Kid – SHAAAWWWN MICHAAAEEEELLSS~!!


The heat continues as Michaels just remain leaning against his corner, a circa 1997 Shawn Michaels cocky smirk developing on his face, not giving the slightest shit what these people think


Tony Chimel:
Introducing challenger number two – from Toronto, Ontario, Canada…weighing in at two hundred and thirteen pounds…CHRISTIAAAAAAN CAAAAAAAAGGEE~!!


Once again, in direct proportion to HBK’s ungodly rain of heat, Christian gets an earth shattering ovation, stepping forward and shooting both Jericho and Michaels hard looks before taking a step back


Tony Chimel:
And their opponent…from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds…he is the AOW Heavyweight Champion…The Worthy Man…CHRIIIIIIS JERICHOOOOOOO!!!


Jericho garners a shitton of heat himself, only Michaels getting remotely close to that. Jericho, like HBK, just soaks it all in and even taunts the crowd by raising a fist and throwing his nose up even further in the air before stepping back.


**DING DING DING**






*AOW Heavyweight Championship*

The Worthy Champion Chris Jericho(c) v.
The Man on the Moon Christian Cage v.
The Heart Break Kid Shawn Michaels




Finally. It’s here. It’s all come down to this. This is the final stand. It truly is the biggest match of the year. The reigning, defending AOW Champion no longer has his signature coy smirk, but more a look of mild concern. The biggest lights on the biggest stage have made the ‘god’ appear mortal, even after his insane entrance, just the slightest hint of worry in his egomaniacal eyes. Shawn Michaels, degenerate as his demeanor has been in the seconds leading to this moment, shifts his entire aura to one of pure focus, reminding us why he is still ‘The Icon’. Christian Cage’s eyes tell his story, as they burn with an intensity that’s taken seven months to become a roaring blaze. There isn’t a single person of the over 20,000 in attendance sitting down. Everyone is making some noise as three purpose-driven gladiators stand motionless before them; the level of Montreal becoming deafening.

All three catalysts of this pandemonium hear the ring bell signify that the finale is on, but none of them move from their spots. Their eyes just dart from one man to the next, their faces locked in the angry looks they keep darting at one another. The first man to even step forward just a tad…is Shawn Michaels. The Showstopper’s heat follows him as he steps closer to the center, a chant even following him as he lingers on those footsteps

“YOU SCREWED BRET!! YOU SCREWED BRET!!”

HBK doesn’t let this faze him, taking it all in and smelling the air before snapping open his eyes. He points to Christian and then Jericho before spinning around and pointing to all in attendance, telling him who he screwed … AND LETS LOOSE A DX CROSS CHOP!! Michaels tells his opponents – and this crowd – TO SUCK IT!! This actually garners a mixed reaction from the Bell Center, but it soon becomes overwhelmingly positive when the next person to step to the center ring is Christian. As he steps forward and stares right into Michaels eyes, the Peeps all over Canada start making themselves be heard –

“CHRIST – IAN!! CHRIST – IAN!!”

Cage is much too intense to really make any big gestures, but he does glance from Jericho back to Michaels … AND PATS HIS CHEST TWICE!! This sends the crowd into another frenzy, even if in Christian’s intensity and state of mind, doesn’t completely pander to the crowd and finish the taunt with a point out. The fact is that Captain Charisma is feeling it, perhaps even drawing on Michaels’ example and feeding off a younger, less troubled version of himself.

But another parade of heat pours down when Chris Jericho decides to step forward, now completing the three-way approach. With every step Jericho takes, his maniacal smirk shows up and grows wider…before he extends his arms outward, performing now his signature taunt! Jericho doesn’t get a chant, just a constant stream of heat. Instead, he gets reactions out of Michaels and Christian, who both look to one another … BEFORE BOTH MEN START UNLOADING RIGHT HANDS ON JERICHO!!

Both men’s hatred for Chris Jericho is what gets this finale cooking, Jericho being forced to cover up relatively quickly because even can’t come up with a fast plan other than ‘cover your face’. It does him little good, as Christian now takes him and rams him into a corner before shoving another shoulder into his gut. Following right behind him is Michaels, rips Christian out of the way before he rears back and nails a thunderous knife-edge CHOP(Woooooo!) to the exposed chest of Jericho.

Jericho covers up his chest now, but Christian pounces back on him with a well-placed hard right hand! It’s Michaels’ turn to step back to Jericho, hitting him with another hard CHOP(Wooooo!), Christian again following with a crushing right hand. Christian and Michaels keep alternating shots, each man almost seeming to enjoy this beatdown of the most hated man in all of AOW. The crowd starts loving it to, but the onslaught comes to a satisfying end when Jericho, red chested and possibly shiner-eyed, wanders out of the corner only to be hit with a hard life-edge CHOP(Wooooo!) from Christian this time! Christian hits him so hard with his massive hands that he spins all the way around, facing the crowd as they pop wildly for the joint massacre.

Cage just adjusts his wristband and looks to turn back around … SWEET CHIN MUSIC – but Christian quickly ducks out of the way and rolls out of the ring. When his mind stops scrambling, he stares daggers into Michaels from the floor. That action reminds us this is every man for himself, despite the joint hatred here. Christian doesn’t break his gaze with Michaels as he slides back in under the bottom rope, the two challengers hitting center ring and getting into a quick collar tie.

Michaels wins the shuffle for position, swinging Christian over in a headlock takeover, but Christian is quick to recover and force both men back up and forces Michaels to let go with a big back suplex. Both men get to their feet quickly, Michaels gripping at his neck area with his back to Christian … UNPRETTIER … but Michaels quickly uncoils out of Christian’s early finisher attempt, pushing the Man on the Moon into the ropes, but on the rebound, Christian decks Michaels with a nasty clothesline! Before Christian can even venture his next move, Chris Jericho SMASHES CHRISTIAN WITH A RUNNING REVERSE ELBOW!! Jericho suddenly breaks back into things, hitting Christian so hard, he flops through the middle rope to the outside.

Jericho now turns his attention towards Michaels, who hasn’t quite gotten back to his feet yet, getting on all fours. Jericho goes over and hits Michaels with a STIFF KICK TO THE FACE, garnering him a bit of heat for his ego showing. Jericho trash talks Michaels a little before kicking Michaels again and forcing him to roll over, mounting him, and now delivering punishment of his own in the form of repeat right hands. Jericho nails several hard right hands before standing up and getting a smirk, all the more heat following him there.

He turns back around to face Michaels, only for HBK to get to one knee and greet him with a KANE-LIKE THROAT THRUST!! This completely catches Jericho off guard, sending him reeling and gripping at his throat. After coughing a small fit, Jericho more angrily now goes for another boot to Michaels’ face, only for HBK to duck it and catch Jericho in a school boy for the first pin attempt –

ONE…


TWO…


NO!!

Jericho kicks out quickly, getting back to his feet at the same pace as Michaels. When Jericho turns to see Michaels this time … HE’S SLAPPED SQUARE IN THE FACE BY HBK!! The crowd reels at the initial sound with a pop, probably forgetting who was doing the slapping, but glad someone just showed Jericho up. Michaels isn’t done from that, not giving Jericho much time to register he’s been smacked because MICHAELS TACKLES HIM DOWN NOW!! It’s HBK’s turn to let Jericho have it by himself, pummeling Jericho now with blow after blow before Jericho is forced to throw Michaels off of his body. HBK rolls to his feet and waits for the angered Jericho to charge at him, punting him hard in the gut. Michaels then Irish whips Jericho into the ropes, but Jericho grabs the lowered head of Michaels on the rebound…AND HITS THE ONE-HANDED BULLDOG!! Jericho now goes for his first cover –

ONE…


TWO…


NO!!

It’s Michaels’ turn to quickly roll a shoulder, Jericho knowing it’ll take more than that to put Michaels away. He takes Michaels now and throws him over the middle rope, choking him for a moment before smacking him across the back with a hard club. Jericho doesn’t adhere to Ray Ramsey’s warnings, now rebounding off the ropes and going for the RUNNING KNEE ... CHRISTIAN DROPKICK!! Christian suddenly is back in things to the pleasure of the crowd, making himself known by nailing Jericho with a perfect dropkick!! Michaels slumps off the second rope clutching his throat, while Jericho is forced to roll out onto the entrance aisle to prevent being covered. Christian sees Jericho rolling away from danger, measuring him up as he stands up on the aisle way … Christian runs at the corner … SECOND ROPE PLANCHA TO JERICHO ON THE PLATFORM AISLE!!

The crowd pops as Christian is showing what he’ll do to win the match and the title, throwing caution to the wind to down both he and Jericho. Very faint ‘Holy Shit’ chants sprinkle around and don’t gain much steam, Christian the first man to his knees and giving Jericho a pair of hard right hands to the head. The two men have a brief brawl as they continue to get to their feet. Once they do, Christian starts pulling away, now looking to SCOOP SLAM JERICHO ON THE AISLE…but Jericho floats over, turns Christian around … and now he looks to SCOOP SLAM CHRISTIAN ON THE AISLE … NO!! Christian floats over that one too, but as both men get set to once again go at it, they look up … MOONSAULT FROM SHAWN MICHAELS ONTO BOTH MEN ON THE ELEVATED AISLE!! WOW!!

Even this anti-Michaels crowd can’t contain their excitement on that move, applause erupting from all over Montreal. Nobody saw Michaels climb to the top and he took advantage of that. HBK recovers before any of the other two and shoves the AOW Champion back through the ropes. Jericho rolls through to a knee, Michaels stepping back in now and hitting him with a forearm before whipping him into a corner. He hits Jericho with a hard blow to the gut before hoisting him even higher, setting him on the top rope. Could Michaels be going for a huge move this early?? It worked with the moonsault, it might work here as the Showstopper sets up for a big SUPERPLEX … but Christian Cage crashes the party yet again, clubbing Michaels in the lower back several times.

Michaels’ infamous back problems come to light as he screams in pain at Cage’s blows before he positions himself underneath Michaels in a powerbomb position. The Bell Center is buzzing like crazy now, as this could be a huge spot that makes a difference …. TOWER OF DOOM … NO!! Jericho shoves Michaels’ grip off of him at the last minute, but Christian still has Michaels up. HBK is able to use the shift in weight to drop behind Christian, only for Cage to turn around … and CLOTHESLINE’S MICHAELS’ HEAD OFF HIS SHOULDERS!! The move has so much weight behind it, Cage is a tad off balance after the blow, turning back towards the ropes to see Jericho still on the top rope … FLYING REVERSE ELBOW!! Christian is smashed right in the jaw by the high-risk move, Jericho now covering the Man on the Moon –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

Cage throws up a shoulder and keeps his title hopes alive!! But Jericho doesn’t let that get to him too much, actually throwing the back of Christian’s head back down into the canvas and crawling over to the still downed Michaels, shooting a half, and covering him now –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

Michaels flashes his infamous determination now!! Jericho is slightly aggravated on that one, but the calculating champion doesn’t let it get to him. Instead, he keeps on calculating and takes the weakened Christian and whips him hard into a corner. Jericho then ventures over to the recovering Michaels and gives him a hard shot to the head before putting all his weight into an Irish whip … AND FORCING CHRISTIAN AND MICHAELS TO CRACK HEADS TOGETHER IN THE CORNER!! The Master of Puppets plays with his opponents as only he can, the metaphor coming to life there. Jericho possibly concusses both men on one move, Christian dropping to a slump in the corner while Shawn drunkenly wobbles out. Jericho sees this as another chance, rolling up Michaels from behind now –

ONE…


TWO…


THR-NO!!

Michaels kicks out … but Jericho keeps on him, turning the kickout into … GRABBING BOTH OF MICHAELS’ LEGS … AND TURNS HIM OVER … WALLS OF JERICHO!! WALLS OF JERICHO ARE IN!! The crowd roars for the finishing submission putting Michaels in immediate pain, if only for an instant … FLASHPOINT!! JERICHO IS NAILED WITH THE DIVING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT FROM CHRISTIAN!! Cage inadvertently saves Michaels from prolonged damage to his back, Cage more about saving the match for himself. Michaels still has to tend to his back for a moment as Cage rolls over the ‘god’ he caught by surprise and gets his first pin attempt of the contest –

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TWO…


THR-NO!!

Jericho keeps his title with a kickout! Christian doesn’t get too vexed, but he doesn’t really get much time to react when the next thing he feels is a Shawn Michaels boot to the back of his head. Michaels thanks Christian for saving the match with a pair of stiff kicks, one to the head and one to the gut. As Christian gets up from that, he gets lit up with a CHOP(Wooooo!) that softens him up enough for Michaels to attempt to whip him into a corner. However, Christian reverses the whip and sends Michaels running instead, but Michaels leaps onto the second rope … SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY!! Christian caught underneath another high-impact Shawn Michaels move –

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NO!!

Christian escapes that and forces the match to continue, Michaels taking Christian up and nailing a quick neckbreaker. Christian springs to a sitting position and grips at his neck, Michaels taking him up now and successfully whipping him into a corner this time. HBK dashes right after Christian, but Cage shifts his feet through the ropes as Michaels charges … PENDULUM KICK!! Michaels is dashed in the head with Christian’s feet, knocking him all off balance. Cage takes advantage of this and takes Michaels by the wrist now, whipping him into a corner … AND MICHAELS SKINS THE CAT TO THE APRON!!

The Headliner’s back takes a beating as he spins to the ring lip closest to the announce table, but Christian doesn’t let up, looking to knock Michaels off with a CLOTHESLINE … but Michaels ducks the attempt and hits Christian with a hard right hand, only for Cage to retaliate with forearms. Christian nails another solid pair of forearm blows, softening up HBK enough to grab him by the head … AND SUPLEX HIM INTO THE RING … NO!! Michaels keeps his weight back, preventing Christian from taking him over. Michaels now reverses it, looking to SUPLEX CHRISTIAN TO THE OUTSIDE…but Cage floats over and lands on the apron beside Michaels, the two now going at it side by side! Cage fires with a right hand, only to be hit with another Michaels CHOP(Wooooo!). Cage again hits a right hand, Michaels again going for a CHOP … but Christian ducks under it and causes Michaels to spin around, losing his balance on the lip. Cage takes advantage of this and takes Michaels from behind … INVERTED DDT DROP ON THE APRON!! Michaels’ head, neck, and back are impaled by dropping on the ring lip!!

Michaels hits it hard and rolls to the floor, Cage quite possibly pulling off the haymaker needed to make an opening. He quickly jumps off and takes Michaels by the hair, trying to bring him back up and into the ring. He steps back onto the apron and tries to bring Michaels back up with him, but HBK isn’t complying. This distracts Christian enough to not see Jericho … TRIANGLE DROPKICK!! TRIANGLE DROPKICK TO CHRISTIAN!! Jericho now springs into the picture from nowhere, both Michaels and Christian down on the outside!

Jericho again making some masterful moves, rolls under the ropes and making his way outside. He steps over the body of Michaels and approaches Christian, BOUNCING HIS HEAD OFF THE ANNOUNCE DESK! Cage is stupefied for a moment, long enough for Jericho to RAM HIM INTO THE RING LIP!! Jericho’s really taking it to Christian here, Cage’s kidneys taking a blow with that one. The ‘God of Gods’ then gets Christian with a double leg and looks like the WALLS OF JERICHO … but the crowd’s buzzing and excitement betrays them, as Jericho doesn’t step over Christian’s back, just looking behind him and sizing up the announce desk … AND CATAPULTS CHRISTIAN RIGHT INTO JBL AND JOEY STYLES!! Cage is flung up and over the announce desk, tumbling right into the commentating crew! Christian’s head even hits the guard rail behind the desk, Cage possibly KO’d here!

The Worthy Champion steps back to his feet with his signature stratagem smirk running wild, but it’s wiped off when Shawn Michaels recovers, hitting Jericho in the gut with punches while on one knee. Jericho retaliates with a hard right of his own, then taking Michaels by the head and trying to CRACK HIS HEAD OFF THE RING LIP … but Michaels stops him and BOUNCES JERICHO’S HEAD OFF THE LIP! The weary HBK then takes Jericho and looks to whip him INTO THE STEEL RING STEPS … Jericho reverses the whip…AND SENDS MICHALS SPINE-FIRST INTO THE UNFORGIVING RING STEPS!! Again, the infamous back problems rearing their ugly head here for Michaels. Chris takes Michaels up and rolls him back into the ring and soon follows, dragging the ailing Michaels back to his feet and grabbing at his midsection … PENDULUM BAKCBREAKER!! Michaels contorts is body in pain, Jericho unsurprisingly looks to milk that weak back for all its worth. The champion with a hook of the leg –

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THR-NO!!

Michaels still has more than enough in him, but the kickout could’ve taken more out of him as he had to twist his back to do so. It doesn’t even seem to bother Jericho, who now just has a sick smile on. He now takes both of Michaels’ legs and looks down at HBK. Michaels is breathing hard is all the blows he’s taken are probably now starting to catch up to him, as Jericho just taunts HBK –

“You’re beneath me, Michaels! You’ve always been beneath me!”

Jericho has the legs … AND LOOKS FOR MORE WALLS OF JERICHO … but Michaels won’t let him turn him onto his back! The memory of Michaels tapping out to Jericho seven months ago to start this Reign of Terror is far too fresh in his mind, refusing to let the Master of War do it to him again. Jericho tries to force the issue, but Michaels uses his lower body strength to roll all the way over, tossing Jericho aside! Y2J stops himself before he hits a corner hard, Michaels slowly making his way back to his feet. Jericho rushes at Michaels, only for HBK to counter with the INVERTED ATOMIC DROP!! This actually gets a droll reaction from Montreal, Michaels not seeming to care at all. He follows that up with a hammer of a right hand that knocks Jericho down, only to bounce him back up. Michaels takes him and nails A SECOND INVERTED ATOMIC DROP, before downing him with a clothesline this time!!

Michaels is starting to feel it, even if the unforgiving Canadian crowd doesn’t want him to. Michaels waits on Jericho to get back up and tries to whip him into the ropes, but Jericho reverses. On the rebound, Michaels hits him with the FLYING FOREARM SMASH … SNAP POWERSLAM!! Jericho counters the move Michaels has hit him with in the past!! Jericho again with a clutch leg hook –

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THR-NO!!

Michaels rolls a shoulder! Jericho probably wouldn’t believe it, but he more than anyone knows of Shawn Michaels’ undeniable will to win. The flustered champion snatches Michaels by his hair and then his wrist, again whipping him into a corner. Jericho charges, only to EAT AN HBK BOOT TO THE FACE! Michaels wearily, as if instinctively, gets his foot up! Jericho reels and gives Michaels some space, which he quickly covers up by rushing out of the corner…AND NAILS THE FLYING FOREARM SMASH!! Both men lay idle, the Montreal crowd throwing some heat now as they know what’s coming next…Michaels lifts the legs … AND HE KIPS UP TO A NUCLEAR (heat) REACTION!! Michaels is all kinds of pumped up by no means but his own, opening up his arms and strutting as if teasing the crowd. He then proceeds to taunt the crowd, making a mocking face and asking the Canadian attendance –

“Ooooooh come on! You know you love your daddy!”

Michaels making a reference to his infamous promo several years ago just rubs it in 20,000 people’s faces. It appears JBL was right in his theory about Michaels’ demeanor. Nonetheless, HBK waits on Jericho to come right back to him … and hits the scoop slam! The heat remains sustained as Michaels heads on up to the top rope and adjusts himself, looking for a big blow … LEAPING … AND HITS THE DIVING ELBOW DROP!! Montreal lets the Showstopper have it, but Michaels is having none of it, getting pumped up as if they were any other crowd. Or perhaps he’s just feeding off the heat instead…? Regardless, an adrenaline-filled Michaels ventures over to a corner and slaps at his thigh, now beginning to tune up the band. Michaels has a fire in his eyes, his redemption on the horizon with every stomp he takes…

BOOM!!



BOOM!!



BOOM!!



BOOM!!



BOOM!!


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SWEET CHIN MUSIC!! SWEET CHIN MUSIC!! THE SUPERKICK CONNECTS!! Michaels hooks a leg, on the verge of redemption for his loss in December and from a career of unforgiven demons –

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NO!! CHRISTIAN BREAKS THE COUNT AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND!! The crowd pops wildly as Christian stunts Michaels’ redemption by keeping his hunger going! The match continues! Getting catapulted didn’t completely eliminate the Moonman, forcing Michaels to roll off of Jericho’s body. All three men are laid flat for a moment, Michaels rolling to his feet with a look of absolute anger in his eyes. He stares daggers at Christian before roaming over and grabbing him by the head and forces him into a corner. The look on Michaels’ face goes from determined and juvenile to harrowed and desperate as he looks into Christian’s eyes, almost as if he’s asking “do you know what you’ve done?” The weary Cage is aware of Michaels’ journey, but reminds him of his own when he DRILLS HBK WITH A RIGHT HAND!!

Michaels has to reel from the blow, rubbing at his jaw and responding with a CHOP(Woooo!) that stings Christian. Cage looks to retaliate with another hard right, but Michaels counters the punch … INTO A CROSSFACE!! MICHAELS HAS CHRISTIAN IN THE CROSSFACE!! Michaels is receiving a whole new batch of unbelievable heat with that one, but HBK’s eyes tell that this isn’t to get back at Canada. Cage is screaming in pain as Michaels cranks back as much as he can, but Christian refuses to tap because of what’s on the line. Michaels cranks so much, he forces the issue, allowing Christian to uses his momentum to roll back and towards center ring, catching Michaels with an OUTSIDE CRADLE –

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THR-NO!!

Michaels escapes the quick counter, Christian rolling away towards a corner, still healing. Michaels rushes towards Christian only to get hit with a back heel kick. Christian takes this moment to leap onto the middle rope and fires back at Michaels, a SPRINGBOARD SUNSET FLIP!! Christian surprises Michaels with a cover to the approval of the crowd –

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NO!!

Michaels shifts the weight of the move, now sitting on top of Christian –

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TWO…


NO!!

Christian shifts the weight again, back in the sunset position –

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NO!!

Michaels claps his knees against the sides of Christian’s head, forcing him to let go of the pin. Both men get back to their feet quickly only for HBK to take him out with a double leg takedown. He keeps ahold of both legs before STICKING A LEG THROUGH THEM … CROSSING THEM UP … AND HE SYNCHES IN THE SHARPSHOOTER!! SHARPSHOOTER IN THE CENTER OF THE RING, ON A CANADIAN, IN THE HOTBED OF THE SCREWJOB!! MONTREAL IS POSITIVELY SHITTING ON SHAWN MICHAELS FOR THIS!!

The look in HBK’s eyes even says he doesn’t want to do this, but he’s not gonna stop if it’s gonna help him win. HBK’s biggest ‘fuck you’ to Montreal could spell the end for Christian’s journey, the crowd spewing as much hate for Michaels as they are churning out hope for Christian. No one in the arena wants him to go this way, Cage pushing himself up and trying his best to crawl towards the ropes. Michaels gets it in just a little deeper, throwing his hair out of his face as he clenches his face. Christian crawls a just a little bit further … just a little closer … BUT MICHAELS PULLS HIM AWAY!! CHRISTIAN’S BACK IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!! Christian refuses to give up, but how much more does he have left?? Every dream he’s ever had is about to come crashing down … he raises his hand … IS THIS IT???
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… RUNNING ENZEGURI!! CHRIS JERICHO BREAKS UP THE HOLD WITH THE ENZEGUIRI TO MICHAELS!! A universal sigh of relief lets out as Michaels collapses to the mat after getting struck in his temple. Chris Jericho – of all the people in the world – gets a hero’s reception. Jericho lifts himself off the canvas following the hit and has a scowl on his face – possibly as a response to either stopping himself from smiling at the crowd’s reaction or to sell the fact that he almost lost his title without being involved in the decision. Whatever the case, Jericho keeps the scowl as he takes a moment to lean up against the ropes and breathe, Christian Cage struggling to get to his feet after his ordeal. Jericho hones in on Cage when he finally does get vertical, grabbing at his destroyed lower back. Jericho rushes at Christian and goes for the ONE HANDED BULLDOG … Christian grabs Jericho and keeps him running … BEFORE SHOVING HIM CROTCH FIRST INTO A CORNER POST!!

The people popping for Jericho’s involvement a moment ago pop wildly at his man(itoba)hood colliding with unflinching iron. Cage pulls Jericho from out of his painful position from behind and traps his head in an inverted headlock … INVERTED DDT DROP!! Jericho’s head is driven into the canvas, Christian now with a definitive cover –

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THR-NO!!

Jericho keeps his title hopes alive by rolling the shoulder! Christian tries to gather his breath after that one, every man reaching exhaustion levels now. Cage gets up and turns around to see Shawn Michaels just now recovering, using the ropes to pull himself back up. Christian goes over and clubs Michaels in the back to stop his progress before hooking his arms from behind … UNPRETTIER COMING … but Michaels hooks a leg onto the ropes and pulls himself forward to unhook his arms before pushing back and forcing Christian to roll away. The Toronto native rolls to his feet and rushes right back at Michaels … SWEET CHIN MUSIC … NO!! Christian catches Michaels’ boot on the out-of-nowhere finisher, pulls on the leg to get Michaels off the ropes, before swinging it around and getting Michaels from behind … ANOTHER UNPRETTIER TRY … NO!! Michaels spins his way out and pushes Cage into the ropes, Christian shooting back on the rebound … DOUBLE AA SPINEBUSTER!! DOUBLE AA SPINEBUSTER FROM MICHAELS!! Shawn Michaels digging into a friend’s, not an enemy’s, moveset in all his desperation here! Michaels with a leg hook on Cage –

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THR-NO!!

CHRISTIAN ROLLS A SHOULDER!! Michaels is almost beside himself, falling to the canvas out of both exhaustion and disbelief. He pushes his locks out of his face and has to take a moment to let it sink in that this match just keeps going. If there’s anyone in this match used to marathons, it’d be HBK … AND MICHAELS KIPS UP!! The Icon receives another wave of displeasure from Montreal, but Michaels stays true to form and keeps on putting on a show no matter who is watching. Christian manages to get to his knees, only for Michaels to yank him up the rest of the way.

HBK then takes Cage and puts him in a corner and puts back his arms before letting lose a hard CHOP(Wooooo!) This allows Michaels to hoist Christian up onto the top rope, perhaps the big move coming that Michaels couldn’t hit earlier. HBK socks Christian with a hard right before throwing an arm over himself and indeed going for a second SUPERPLEX … but Christian fights back! Christian whaps Michaels with a flurry of rights and lefts, giving all he’s got to stay in this thing. Michaels fires back with blows of his own, but Christian overtakes him and makes him wobbly.

As that happens, Chris Jericho shows back up in the frame and gets beneath Michaels…before stepping away and getting him in an ELECTRIC CHAIR POSITION. Michaels notices the position he’s in and starts hitting Jericho with a few blows so he doesn’t drop back, but Jericho holds him on up there as Christian readjusts himself and LEAPS … DOOMSDAY DROPKICK!! THE DOOMSDAY DROPKICK!! MICHAELS GOES TUMBLING FROM ON HIGH TO THE CANVAS!!

“HOLY SHIT” chants are ringing out once again, all three men involved in a huge spot! Christian hits the canvas hard and has to clutch at his midsection, but Jericho is the only man who doesn’t fall, reacting quickly by snatching Christian … AND SHOVING HIM THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE!! Jericho is in such a hurry, he doesn’t see that Cage lands on his feet, if off balance. He gets over to Michaels, who is trying on instinct to roll close to the ropes, but Jericho stops him with a cover, the Worthy Champion looking for a HUGE STEAL –

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THR-NO!!

CHRISTIAN PULLS JERICHO OFF MICHAELS, UNDER THE ROPES AND TO THE OUTSIDE!! JERICHO IS COMPLETELY AT CHRISTIAN’S MERCY!! Now Christian gets to let out all his hatred for the Master of Puppets, thrashing him with blow after blow right in front of the crowd, now taking Jericho and WHIPPING HIM SHOULDER-FIRST INTO THE STEEL STEPS!! Jericho is introduced to the cold steel as we get a shot of the look in Christian’s eyes…and they’ve gone back to the intense, mad look that’s consumed him for nearly all seven months of AOW.

Christian doesn’t let up on the man who has made his life hell, taking him now and THROWING HIS HEAD AGAINST THE ANNOUNCE DESK!! This stuns Jericho after he bounces off, flopping to the floor. JBL and Styles have long since returned to their spot, but now they might wish they hadn’t as Christian begins removing the fixings off the announce table. The crowd lets out an almighty roar as they know something big will be coming, Christian again CRACKING JERICHO’S HEAD OFF THE TABLE for good measure. He follows that up by rolling him onto the table and following him, pulling him up. Christian is behind Jericho and hooks his arms before COILING AROUND … UNPRETTIER THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE … NO!! Jericho uncoils the move, but Christian keeps hold of one of Jericho’s wrists, pulling him in…but Jericho extends his other arm at the same time … AND BOTH MEN COLLIDE WITH DOUBLE SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINES!!

Both Canadians collapse on top of the table, but the desk doesn’t break underneath them. They’re both exhausted, staring up at the lights and wondering which one of them will be able to have enough left in the tank to accomplish their impossible mission. In the momentary break of action, the Montreal crowd starts up a chant that lets us know who they believe is going to accomplish their goal –

*CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*
“LET’S GO CHRIST-IAN!!”
*CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*
“LET’S GO CHRIST-IAN!!”


But Christian remains lifeless … but their chant suddenly stops and becomes an incredible buzz of intrigue as one man is moving … and it’s Shawn Michaels. He’s crawled on his hands and knees to the corner, pulling up on the ropes to get himself some leverage to stand up. Michaels’ eyes are somewhat glazed over, his body possibly moving on pure autopilot. Once again the crowd throws heat, but just as before, it appears that no one but Shawn Michaels is willing Shawn Michaels on.

Michaels slowly begins ascending to the top rope, the whole crowd getting on their feet for what they’re anticipating. Neither Christian nor Jericho is moving and Michaels has gotten all the way to the top. There’s no taunting, hardly any cheering. Just an intense moment of anticipation as Michaels looms over his opponents and preps himself … LEAPING … DIVING ELBOW DROP THROUGH THE TABLE … NOBODY HOME!! NOBODY HOME!! CHRISTIAN AND JERICHO ROLL OFF AT THE LAST SECOND!! SHAWN MICHAELS DRIVES HIMSELF THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!! OHHH MYY GAAAAD!!!!

Crash and burn the nth degree, as the entire Bell Center is in awe at what they just witnessed. Shawn Michaels, low and behold, did exactly what he said he would and that was died by his own hand than live by Paul Heyman’s. The perils of being the Showstopper run rampant, Jericho and Christian both breathing huge sighs of relief as they dodged one hellova bullet together. Jericho flops right back to the floor, not quite recovered yet, but Christian rolls back into the ring and gets to his feet. Jericho pushes himself up and takes a look at Michaels in the wreckage he’s caused before turning back to the ring … and seeing Christian Cage, center stage. The crowd sustains their huge reaction as Cage points to Jericho … then jabs a thumb at himself … before pointing to the ring around him … and then motioning for Jericho to ‘get in here’. The AOW Champion receives the message and climbs onto the apron before stepping into the ring, meeting Christian in the center of the battlefield.

The final duel within the final battle. Christian Cage – the Man forced to be on the Moon is now face to face, toe to toe with the man who is directly responsible for everything that has happened to him in AOW. A hungry challenger stares with intense purpose at the tyrant champion before him, finally getting his uninterrupted chance to topple him. The Worthy Champion just stares back, trying his best to put his nose above the slightly taller Cage, looking down on the man who he has played like a fiddle for so long. The crowd’s kicking back up their ‘CHRISTIAN’ chant as these two destined rivals stare one another down … BEFORE THEY BEGIN UNLOADING WITH BIG LEFTS AND RIGHTS!!

Both men erupt in a flurry, but neither man can keep the energy up anymore, every blow they’ve taken through the match leaving then drained. Cage nails Jericho with a hard right that sends Jericho reeling into the ropes, only for him to use them to keep him up and spring him back towards Christian…and nail him with a hard right! That blow too sends Christian reeling and bouncing off the ropes, right into another right hand to Jericho! Jericho again backpedals and bounces off the ropes for another right hand … but Christian catches it … spins behind Jericho … hooks the arms … COILS THE BODY … UNPRETTIER … NO!!

Jericho pushes Christian forward and forces him to CRASH STERNUM-FIRST INTO A TURNBUCKLE!! Cage hits it so hard, he backpedals out of the corner … STANDING ENZEGURI TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD BY JERICHO!! The Master of War is living up to his name here, pulling out a doozey to get Christian to fall flat! The adrenaline pumps for Jericho, who sees Christian fall and takes a moment before he rushes to the ropes … SPRINGBOARDING … LIONSAULT!! NO!! SOMEHOW, CHRISTIAN GETS THE KNEES UP!! Cage drives the knees right into Jericho’s gut!! Jericho pops up and clutches his midsection, while Christian drunkenly stands and grips his neck and awaits Jericho … hooking the arms … COILING AROUND … UNPRETTIER!! UNPRETTIER FINALLY CONNECTING!! HE GOT IT!! The Bell Center absolutely ERUPTS as Christian finally gets his man!! But Christian can’t immediately go for the cover, his head still ringing from the enzeguiri! Michaels is still unmoved on the outside, both men are center ring – there’s nothing stopping Christian as he crawls to hook the leg…!!!

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NO!!!

JERICHO ROLLS THE SHOULDER!! JERICHO ROLLS THE SHOULDER!! HOW DID HE DO THAT??? Perhaps it was unbridled selfishness and pride, but somehow, Chris Jericho remains AOW Champion, if only for a moment!! The Bell Center is in as much shock as Christian, who rolled off of Jericho and still hasn’t gotten up, his eyes wide in surprise, pain, and fatigue. Christian eventually rolls over onto his hands and knees, unable to pick up his head, wondering if Jericho really is a god. He finally picks his head up and wills himself to move over to Jericho’s body … WHICH SUDDENLY PULLS HIM INTO A SMALL PACKAGE –

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Christian unhooks the quick thinking hold by the stratagem, both men lying flat yet again. Christian pulls himself to his feet wearily, Jericho following very slowly behind and gradually rising back up. He might not know where he is right now, but he turns around to see Christian and rushes blindly at him…Christian catches Jericho in a FLAPJACK … RIGHT INTO A CORNER POST!! JERICHO’S FACE IS DRIVEN INTO METAL!! Christian collapses into a sitting position in the very corner Jericho just met, but Jericho reels around on his feet long enough for us to see that he’s been BUSTED OPEN!! The camera catches a very quick smirk on Christian’s face, Cage now knowing Jericho’s a mortal man who bleeds mortal blood.

That mortal man finally (and dramatically) falls at the heels of the corner opposite Christian. Both men are understandably and excruciatingly tired … but Cage has something left in the tank. As he stares at Jericho opposite him, Christian rises into a crouched position … and holds a hand out in front of him. Montreal begins to buzz considerably as this isn’t an ‘FU’ to Canada, but perhaps a tribute to one of its favorite sons and Christian’s best friend from that other company. Christian’s mad look in his eyes makes the homage that much sweeter, as he twitches just a little and waits on Jericho to slump to his feet … and turn around … before he BULLRUSHES FOR THE SPEAR … CODEBREAKER!! CODEBREAKER!! JERICHO BREAKS THE CODEBREAKER OUT OF NOWHERE!! Christian’s head snaps back after being hit with the double knees, but Jericho hits his back hard and can’t immediately get the cover! He takes a second to rise up to his knees and then collapse onto Christian. Can Jericho pull yet another rabbit out of the hat…?

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CHRISTIAN ROLLS A SHOULDER!! UNBELIVABLE!! CHRISTIAN’S WILL TO WIN KEEPS IT GOING!! Jericho is beside himself through his growing crimson mask as a MASSIVE pop breaks out from the crowd. Jericho almost looks like he’s about to cry as he pounds the mat and tries to comprehend what just happened, even looking to referee Ramsey and having to be told that that was indeed ‘just’ a two count. Jericho shakes his head in disbelief before finding concealment in grabbing both of Christian’s legs…bringing them up … AND STEPPING OVER HIM … WALLS OF JERICHO!!! WALLS OF JERICHO LOCKED IN!!!

Christian barely has time to gather himself after the Codebreaker and now he has to deal with the agony of the Walls of Jericho!! The move that has helped define Jericho’s title reign has made a grand appearance on a man who has been unable to break down those Walls for seven months. Christian is screaming in pain, Jericho screaming in intensity, all of Montreal screaming for Christian to not give up here. Cage has almost nothing left; nothing but the burning desire, that hunger to keep going until he is satisfied. Is that enough here?? Jericho synchs it in even harder, bound and determined to make Cage submit to him and once and for all put him beneath him. “ASK HIM!!” is all we get out of Jericho while Christian tries with all his might to get to not just get to a rope, but somehow prevent Jericho from turning this into the Liontamer. Flashbacks of every painful recollection of the last several months flash before Christian’s eyes, crawling forward, one for every memory … AND HET DRAPES AN ARM OVER THE BOTTOM ROPE!!

ONCE AGAIN, THROGH SHEER DETERMINATION ALONE, CHRISTIAN STAYS ALIVE!! Jericho is forced to let go of Cage’s legs, the move taking plenty away from him as well. Jericho is only able to slump off of Christian before falling to the canvas again out of frustration, anger, and fatigue. Will any man be able to do the impossible tonight?? Cage has to climb up the ropes to even stand up straight, the only man who may know how torn up his back feels is still dead on the remains of an announce table. As soon as Christian is able to stand, he turns to see a rushing Jericho looking for A SECOND CODEBREAKER … AND HE HITS IT … NO?? It looks like Jericho hits it, but Christian catches his knees and slams him down to the canvas with the double leg … steps over Jericho … CLOVERLEAF!! THE CLOVERLEAF!! CHRISTIAN’S GOT HIS OWN SUBMISSION SYNCHD IN PERFECTLY!!

It’s Jericho’s turn to squirm around in unbelievable pain, Christian keeping his hold so tight, there isn’t much room at all for Jericho to squirm around in. All the ‘god’ can do is grit his teeth and refuse to bring down his arm. Jericho can’t have much, if anything, left at all. What the hell is driving him to not tap out?? Is it the drive of being the undisputed best? Is it the pride of having been undefeated?? Is it his own memories of each and every plan that has worked out perfectly, along with every single man he has broken to get to where he is now? For everything that fueled Christian, Jericho seems empowered by his own memories, clawing all the way to the ropes … AND GRABBING HOLD OF A BOTTOM ROPE … BUT CHRISTIAN PULLS HIM AWAY BACK TO THE CENTER OF THE RING!! The crowd buzz is unimaginable, this crowd giving Christian everything they have to get Jericho to tap … Christian leaning back … AND TURNING IT INTO A LIONTAMER VARIANT OF THE CLOVERLEAF!! Christian’s knee is right in the back of Jericho’s neck!! Now Jericho feels all the pain he’s caused for months on end!! Jericho raises a hand, a poetic ending if there’s ever been one…


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… SWEET CHIN MUSIC!! CHRISTIAN IS BEHEADED WITH SWEET CHIN MUSIC!! Where in the hell did Shawn Michaels come from??? With all this going on, everyone forgot about the man with the most documented history of determination and wills to win!! Cage falls off of Jericho after releasing the hold, Michaels himself stumbling after nailing the superkick. Michaels climbs over the body of Jericho and collapses on his crawl to Cage, having to settle for slinging his arm over the body of the Man on the Moon, redemption coming –

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NO!!!

CHRISTIAN AGAIN KICKS OUT SOMEHOW!! Michaels doesn’t even have the energy left to do anything but roll off in disappointment. All of Montreal is on their feet not just for the kickout of their hero, but of this image now of three men, none of them standing, having given literally every ounce of what they have to get that title and accomplish whatever impossible goal they set out to achieve.

Christian has enough in him to be the first man to really move and roll away from the other two, Michaels is the second man to have any motion by getting to his feet on his own whim and power. The Ironman shows how he earned that moniker despite having to tend to his back now, strutting over to a corner and now waiting for one of his opponents to get to their feet. Christian is still trying to hoist himself up, but it’s the bloody AOW Champion who is the first to completely get vertical. Michaels doesn’t tune up the band, simply having his foot throb against the canvas and itching … waiting … Jericho turns around … A THIRD DOSE OF SWEET CHIN MUSIC … SPEAR!! SPEAR!!! SPEAR!! CHRISTIAN SPEARS SHAWN MICHAELS IN HALF!!

The homage is successful this time, hitting Michaels so hard, he hits the canvas and rolls … OUT OF THE RING AND TO THE FLOOR!! Christian doesn’t have enough in him to immediately rise after hitting the big move … but where did Jericho go?? While all were focused on Christian’s big hit, Jericho rolled out of the ring himself … AND HAS RETRIEVED THE AOW CHAMPIONSHIP BELT. The twenty pound physical manifestation of superiority is in Jericho’s clutches as he rolls back into the ring. Ray Ramsey can do nothing to stop him – everything is legal. He waits in a corner for Christian to bring himself to his feet, the Ontarian struggling greatly to do so, still feeling the effects of the Music. Jericho grips the title tightly, but he doesn’t have it over a shoulder, but around his knees. A CODEBREAKER WITH THE TITLE could be coming … but before Jericho can rush with it … someone SNATCHES THE TITLE FROM HIS CLUTCHES AND THROUGH THE ROPES!! The crowd pops as Jericho turns around to see … TORRIE WILSON!?!?

The woman who was so close to Christian, the woman you could say was Jericho’s first ever puppet; the first cog to the machine that was every master plan he’s ever had has come back to haunt him!! Jericho looks as though he’s seen a ghost, Wilson securing the title out of Jericho’s hands and keeping her footing on the platform aisle. His shocked expression gradually becomes one of anger, reaching out and looking to grab the belt back … BUT HE GETS SLAPPED FOR HIS TROUBLES!!! A PUPPET’S RETRIBUTION!!

The slap surprises Jericho so much that he stumbles back … RIGHT INTO CHRISTIAN’S CLUTCHES!! Christian has the arms underhooked and COILS … UNPRETTIER … NO!! Jericho has one last stratagem’s saving throw and he shoves Christian … RIGHT TOWARDS WILSON WITH THE TITLE EYE-LEVEL … but Christian abruptly catches himself on the rope before he hits Torrie or the gold plate. Wilson gasps as Cage almost collides with her, almost causing his downfall once again. Cage hangs onto the rope with one hand as he turns around … CODEBREAKER FROM JERICHO – NO!! Cage keeps his hand on the rope and sends Jericho empty handed back down to the canvas, his head whiplashing violently!! Cage has an opening now and the entire arena can feel it as Jericho stumbles back to his feet … CHRISTIAN GETS THE HOOKS … COMPLETES THE COIL … UNPRETTIER!! CHRISTIAN DRILLS THE CHAMPION WITH A SECOND UNPRETTIER!! Cage has just enough in him to shoot the half and roll Jericho over, an emphatic and emotional cover as Ramsey drops down –

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Here is your winner … and NEEEEEEWWW AOW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION … CHRISTIAN CAGE at (33:12)


The journey of Christian is complete!! Cage’s eyes go from determined and intense to being glossy with emotion. He rolls off of Jericho’s body and has his hand joyously raised by the referee, Cage himself raising his other arm.


Joey Styles:
THE JOURNEY – THE DREAM – IT’S ALL COME TRUE!! THE MADNESS, THE EXILE – IT HAS ALL LED TO THIS VINDICATION!! For the first time in all of Art of War Wrestling history, we can finally say that we have a NEW AOW World Heavyweight Champion – and he is the man who worked the damn hardest to get there!


JBL:
I’m gonna have to apologize to a good friend of mine, but I can only sum this up in ways he can - BAH GAWD, CHRISTIAN DID IT!! That match was absolutely incredible an’ it took some kind of divine strength to finally get it done, but Christian Cage, damn if I say it, deserves to hold that gold.


Joey Styles:
As if this moment could get any better…look at this!


Cage falls back to his knees and puts his head in his hands before pushing himself back off the canvas, tears of joy mixing with his sweat…before he’s approached by Torrie Wilson. Wilson, title still in hand, holds it out for…and Cage takes it from her, gazing into the title like a mirror and collapsing back to his knees, completely overwhelmed in emotion. Almost as soon as he drops down, he jumps back up to give Wilson a huge embrace.


The crowd pops even more for the heartwarming moment, a gesture that’s almost as long overdue as the title win itself. The two part from their embrace only to be stormed by a bevy of guys from the AOW locker room – Samoa Joe, CM Punk, Low Ki, Paul London, Brian Kendrick, Bryan Danielson – even Jamie Noble and agent Dean Malenko.


Virtually every face in the locker room (and Jamie Noble) comes in as confetti starts pouring from the ceiling. The locker room then lifts Christian up on their shoulders, Cage holding the title high and joyously pumping a fist for all to see.



Joey Styles:
The Grandest Stage of War is over, the Offseason begins, but there will never be a bigger night than this! The incredible journey for one man comes to a close on an entire night that will never be topped! And so I’m Joey Styles alongside John “Bradshaw” Layfield where we leave the battlefield where Christian Cage is no longer the Man on the Moon…but a man on top of the world! Goodnight.


The final image of this incredible night is that of Christian Cage flanked by the entire locker room as he raises the AOW World Heavyweight Championship over his head on a turnbuckle as we

Fade…


To…


Black…


END SHOW
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Okay so it's that time. You were kind enough to leave me feedback on my extortionately long and tiring show, and dammit I'm going to pay that back if it takes me a week after writing this. I should start by saying thanks for your input, it was intelligent and insightful and I can only hope this feedback is half as helpful. TO BUSINESS

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So here we go. Lord knows I'd been waiting for this for a while, so much so that it ashamed me not to have left any predictions... even more so because I think I nearly would have got full marks The opening VP set it all up very well; you spoke about my use of the old 'full circle' technique but you are truly the King of it, no pun intended. We saw it with the subtleties in your writing at World Ablaze and AVMW, and you got it started right from the get-go with this VP. Calling back to the war aspect, in many ways the AOW 'bible' in the form of Sun Tzu, drives right back to the heart of the company and it's the best start to what is essentially your Mania. You got down to the innate desires of each of your main characters ahead of the show, and I really dug it, especially the imagery of the warrior with the sword and the general's head. Set the tone pretty well considering what we've seen from this company so far. You sick frrrreak.

I think starting with the Cruiserweights was the right way to go; Danielson/Helms are capable of a lot in the ring, as we've seen before, and it's exactly how to heat up the crowd. Obviously after what you and I discussed about this match I was interested to see which way you'd roll with it... well I wasn't disappointed. Right from the beginning you could feel the tension, the heat between the two - going at it from the bell, Helms acting like a cruel bastard and aiming for the injured orbital bone, his nightmarish smile after the railing spot, Danielson actually BITING Helms, you crazy S.O.B you. All of this painted that picture of a rivalry that's been working since the very beginning of the company really, and it's the explosive start we expected, not just to this match, but to the whole show. Hell, even with the minimal covers in the early going and the nod to the wrist-clutch stops, you were telling a story, and I love that. It's the kind of match writing you love to immerse yourself in, because it's not just about the action, it's about something bigger than that. This continued with the cruiserweight one-upsmanship, this constant idea that Helms needs to validate himself not by history, nor by other cruiserweights, but Danielson specifically, as if he's blinkered and can't see beyond the champion. Could be interesting to see how you use him after this, with that considered. The Butterfly Suplex on to the aisle was the first real chaotic moment of the night, depending on your views on biting; an absolute stroke of genius there, sounds absolutely brutal. Scratch that, the flying knee sandwich was worse; careful, he'll fracture Helms' orbital bo- OH SHIT it must be another nod. Helms making Danielson bleed, then using almost solely face-targeting moves shows just how focused, how violent he can be, and it makes the rivalry feel uncomfortable (in a good way), like these two are out to hurt each other until one falls and stays fallen. It's a great dynamic, played against the one-upsmanship in which it's just as easy to telegraph your opponent as be telegraphed; in a way it's the rise and fall, the ebb and flow, the yin and the yang, it's perfect. There was a small section where the pinfalls came a little quick and I wondered if you missed a chance to maybe paint a bit more of a picture of the exhaustion between them... that said, it's personal preference and I'll let it go because just about everything else here was art. From here, -ironically-, you then got a bit artistic with the description anyway, so it made up for where it was missing a little before, then threw the title belt and the 'I have til five!' in there because you couldn't miss any nods to previous happenings. The forty spins were just incredible and in a way I think this brutality had to end with the wrist-clutch stomps until Helms was pretty much dead. Danielson covered in blood, title pressed to his face - what an image. The title is almost synonymous his blood, his heart, and it really showed. That's the kind of match that ends a show, not opens it; you filled it with perfect little story moments, while throwing in enough 'new' stuff in terms of spots to keep it from being formulaic. Considering your concerns ahead of writing this match, you came up with a real special display. I could read this again and again - that being said, I'm glad the rivalry is done and Danielson can move on now. As bon a start as you could ask for.

Jericho really should have taken the call. Pretty sure it was TARVER offering to save his title match for him.

Immediate dichotomy in the entrances of the two tag teams. The Sons enter to a hero's welcome, united and in the heart of their homeland... and then the WGTT seeming detached, from their entrance down into that muted argument regarding who steps into the ring first. During the early Benjamin/Wilson exchange, I realised how the smaller paragraphs makes it much easier to follow the flow - I think sometimes you've had issues with just general coherence, just extending a sentence a clause or two too long in the past by accident, but certainly in the early parts of the show I see none of that, and the small paragraphs do help there. Honestly, it's something I should adopt more, because I'm aware that my huge blocks of text can be off-putting at times. Anyway, enough of me, back to that tag action. Needless to say the early exchange was technically excellent, with things beginning to heat up nicely when they started to deliver the bigger hits, and obviously bringing Smith into the fray helps that. Things as small as Haas staring at his partner after a tag are just enough; it doesn't need to be hatred, nor happiness, but sometimes just a second will do for the subtleties of it, and you know that better than anyone. At first I was worried that Haas was going to look a little weak (and we all know he kills in cold blood, he breaks legs for fun, was going to push him in the Comeback ) but you sold his in-ring IQ well by trying to wear down Smith at first rather than try to beat the big man into submission. I struggled a little with Smith taking the triple Germans; I always envision him as such a huge guy that for Haas to do that seems a tad much for me. The prose around the Hangman's Knee Strike was also a bit clumsy so I had to re-read a couple of times to understand what had happened, but it was an anomaly in the grand scheme of things I think. While I'm here, I think 'I could've done better!' is a little too on the nose for Benjamin to say, seeing as up until then it had been mostly a subtler touch. Was Benjamin's aggression really worthy of more boos than everything Helms did btw? I'm going by "This garners the most undisputed heat thus far in the night", unless you meant the match, in which case never mind; I think Shelton showing some real aggression is a nice touch, given that he took the loss against Haas and really he's the one who's been trying to duck and weave out of it... if the team splits up, as much as I rate heel Haas, it'd inevitably fall on Shelton to fulfil that role, so you're laying the groundwork here. That said, I found it odd that Smith could chuck Shelton into the corner - wicked move btw - but suddenly he was crawling for the hot tag... I got the impression that if Smith has suplex-level strength, he wasn't needing to crawl. Small thing. The Code Blue into a Samoan Drop is a counter I would put money on the table to see, excellent thinking there, and I knew you'd get a Turnbuckle Powerbomb on the show somewhere, don't think I missed that. This feels to me like what I'm about to call 619IDH Lashley Syndrome* with Shelton, in that up until this point he'd shown some heel tendencies, but this match is where it finally came to the fore. His brutalisation of the Sons, in Canada no less, and especially the fact that he enjoys being so aggressive, takes him well and truly into heeldom, if there had been any doubt before. I'll say it here; I know independent wrestling generally is a bit more pinfall-happy than say WWE, but I think things got a bit hectic in that regard here. At times I think it needed to slow down and have us focus on the characters, because sometimes it's good to have fast sections, but here it felt a bit messy in places. God I love the Haas of Pain, such a cool move, and it actually does Haas a lot of favours for Smith to break it up rather than Wilson escaping, makes it seem like a submission was truly incoming. It was a little strange to have Smith re-enter the ring and keep getting clotheslined out though, I wanted to say STAY ON YOUR FEET MAN. The exchanges after this were very strong, with some great writing to re-immerse myself into the action, the Rolling Stampede and the Scissored Armbar in particular standing out as the big crowd reaction moments, and you sold them as such. Once again you made some references to previous bouts between the various combinations of these four, which is more than fair enough given the effort the Sons had to go through to get this 2-on-2 match, and in a way, calling back to WGTT's previous problems in the finish makes perfect sense. Again we've come full circle, this time with the WGTT's reign finally being ended here, and tbh I think the timing is right. The door is open for whatever angle you want to run with Benjamin/Haas now, while the Sons needed this win to validate their status as the best on-mat tag team around really; that said, I'd have liked to see the Sharpshooter locked in at some point, given the location, though I don't know if you were maybe saving that for the main event (which I haven't read in detail at the time of writing, so I don't know if you did it with HBK). I voiced a few concerns but they falter when you look at the bigger picture, I think. A good contest, maybe with a few too many pinfalls, but some very strong action and overall, I think you told the story well. Sets you up very nicely for the future, with both teams. Time for Samoan Fight Club to step up maybe? Who knows. Either that or the mysterious girl joining American Made vs. Natalya joining the Sons? Eh, what the hell do I know, I'm just a knight.

*patent pending

Loved the Dynasty tourney ad. I should have found Punk funniest but somehow 'we've got two guys acting like Hooliganz on table four' slayed me. Tournament itself should be incredible stuff. We really getting Danielson/Joe?

Something as simple as Carlito refusing the lock-up was good enough to set his character in stone from the opening bell; I think in a match with Mysterio, someone who prides himself on his honour, on his attachment to history, for Colon to do that works really well. I think this was probably the match I was excited for the least, so there needed to be some added heat and I think you provided that pretty well in the differences between Carlito's disrespect versus Rey's general respect for competition, etc. Like with Haas I was worried that Rey was going to take a bit too much of a beating, but here it was more justified when you noted that every time Rey tried to restart the engine, Carlito basically shut him down. That said it was nice to see Rey get back into it on the Hurricanrana and the huge Senton to the outside, because in a Mysterio/Carlito match you'd hope for some open back-and-forth, high flying stuff in places rather than just Carlito working the bag. The nod towards Mysterio's former injuries is a good one, maybe implying that he's past his sell-by date, though it feels a little strange given it's only 2008 here and he's still going strong in 2013. That said, the story works well, especially cast against the background of Carlito's comparative status as the young up-and-comer. I've never really seen Lito as a cold, calculating type, but the arrogance he holds naturally works well as a sort of hybrid between the two - cocky but he's got the cruelty in him to back it up. It felt at times like every other pinfall was a pinning combo, not an actual move leading to a fall, which maybe grew a little tiring, especially when both men have sizeable movesets that they can use to put the other man down. I think the knee injury gave you an out to have Mysterio lose after the 619, especially with him selling the knee after he hit it. I'd also suggest the idea of Mysterio springboarding, and Manu getting into the ring and immediately hitting the Samoan Drop was a bit of an awkward one, seeing as Manu would have to move mighty quickly and it seems a little farfetched to me. Apart from that, it gets Carlito some serious heat and a much-needed big win, so all is well here - it also reminds me of what you said about how much fun it is to have Mysterio get pounded on, so I can understand the way this contest rolled at times. As with the last match, I had a couple of sporadic issues, but the action itself was good and you obviously know exactly what you're doing with both men. I think Rey could also use a big-name win when AOW returns, if only because I feel he'd be one of your bigger names in terms of getting casual viewers in, and he's kind of stuttered since first signing, mostly due to the injury. The image of Carlito with his arms over the SFC's shoulders is a good one, showing that Lito is talented but he's not above phoning it in, and I'm interested to see where he goes from here too, as much as I'd like SFC to branch out a little and make the Sons work for their first or second defence. While I'm here, the match order seems strange to me - you had two huge face wins and then this, but this seems like the perfect match to buffer the Cruiserweight and Tag Title babyface wins. Just a thought, but the match itself was good so no worries here.

In a way I was surprised to see Tres Reyes get to the finals, but looking at the alternatives, maybe I shouldn't be so shocked, seeing as Aero Star is better matched with these two than with the Hooliganz and Aero on the card had to happen. Considering how the Mercs seemed to be running through this tournament with just about everything going 'their way', it's good to see Tres Reyes throwing themselves out of the ring and taking the focus back their way as the match begins. I'd venture that a two-and-a-half count so early might have been a bit much, but you were playing it as a big final so I can understand the need for an added ‘unpredictability’ if you will. I'm not sure if you noticed but after Super Crazy fell into the Tree of Woe you just had "Super Crazy's" written as if you were going to say something else and it's just there. Typo. Immediately after you have Regal's "SICK HIM!" comment and I just love that, it's the Hyde beneath Regal's forced Jekyll that just epitomises who he is, and what a time for him to truly burst to life with his real aggression. Similarly, I kind of like the fact that you don't adhere to the face/heel dynamic (yeah that bitch again, remember my essay on Lashley/Christian all that time ago?) when thinking about crowd reactions. Far too often I'm thinking 'heel hits a move, surely he was booed' in my writing, but considering AOW's status and affiliation with the Hammerstein etc., coming to Canada and having the smarks out in full force would probably lead to a system where you'll get cheered if you do awesome shit. That makes sense, and let's face it, Burchill does a lot of awesome shit. Speaking of which, trying to force Aero Star into the fray reeks of Total Badass, and even if it was part of the team's strategy, any time someone tries to force the opposing team to make tags they always comes off looking indestructible. I also like that Burchill knew what he was doing without Regal telling him to - it shows a level of commitment, a level of preparation that the Mercs clearly had coming into this. The description of the triple team was a little hard to follow at first, but once I'd figured it out, it sounded awesome, and this was the kind of thing we were hoping for; I've never watched a lot of Trios wrestling, hell most of my knowledge on the subject comes from Dubya's sporadic threads where it's involved, but certainly the final of the tournament is where you should be showing off the benefits of the match type. That you did, plus Aero breaking up the pin to make a little nod to his involvement previously in the tournament, while the Triple Tope Torpedo is probably the best spot I've heard of in a long time, that sounds fucking incredible. If there's footage of that actually happening, I want to watch it when I wake up every morning. I love the link to the concussion-causing qualities of the Half Nelson, yet another (as important as any) nod to what's come before, especially because it's had such an impact on the build to the final.

As with before, Aero's counter to the Mercy Kill was a little difficult to envisage until I'd had several tries at it and drawn a few elaborate diagrams, maybe passed a weekend course in quantum physics, but once again as soon as I understood it, it works really well and I applaud your creativity. I also find it interesting that you're playing up Aero's occasional moments of frustration; so very often you only see the daredevilism (if it's not a word, it is now) that he supplies and not the emotional response from him, so again this would be the stage to see it come to the fore. The immediate Royal Mutilation after the pinfall suggests that anything can happen, the whole fashion in which a match like this can swing back and forth, and like earlier it gave it an unpredictability that read really well. Similarly it was nice to see Tres Reyes engaging in a bit of the triple team stuff as well. I was just about to say that Regal had become a non-factor since the opening - though you could argue he was being a puppeteer I suppose - but the Knee Trembler to Crazy, with the concussion such a talking point, really stamps his influence on the contest and again allows you to raise the captaincy debate through the medium of Joey Styles. This was your chance to show the Mercs' precise side and you took that chance, with the quick tags showing that they had a gameplan and stuck to it, despite Regal's frustrations with the opponents. I maybe found it odd to see Regal as the one most frustrated, given that he had been the one preaching patience and all that good stuff to the other two, but do as I say, not as I do I suppose. That said I know you were hunting for the Crucifix pin reversal but I can't shake the feeling that if Regal wants the fall after the Regal-Plex, he'll stick in the pin, it's just the way. The action sped up leading into the finish, were it possible, with the quick falls taking you into Aero's Double DDT, which is possibly his 'finest hour' given how this ended. Burchill taking the bullet for Albright was, in my eyes, your best character moment of the night so far, showing how far these two have come as mentor and rookie that Burchill did it without thinking about it. Brilliant. I think it does a lot for Aero Star not to be pinned and to walk out as captain undefeated, and certainly his performance was stronger than his teammates too. I was a little surprised with your usage of Regal - maybe it was just that I felt he moved away from his established character in this match somewhat, when I'd got this impression that he was playing mastermind with the Mercs and in the end he seemed like just another member of the gang. Maybe that's just how I viewed it, I realise other people might see it another way. All in all, I'm glad the Mercs won the tourney; after the Hassan business they needed something to refocus their attention and the tourney itself was a success in my eyes, there was a lot of good action in there. Albright getting the winning fall does him a lot of favours too. Joey Styles naming them 'the very first ever AOW Trios Tournament Champions' suggests maybe you'll do this again, which considering you show no signs of slowing down, could work really well later in the AOW calendar if you want to call this match back. Endless possibilities with asking where the Mercs are however many months on. The very possibility of AOW developing a history and you being able to do things where "the inaugural" doesn't have to be put in front of it... well it's nice to see projects that are given the time to run. Good stuff here, I think this was the right call and we got some entertaining and imaginative action - roll on Mercenaries Inc., then.

DAT OFFSEASON. Obviously seeing as wrestling's never had one, neither has BTB, so it'll be interesting to see what you do with it, if anything major happens or if you just work the champions to death with hard-fought wins. I like that JBL isn't fully behind the concept of the 'offseason' concept, as if he wasn't too keen with the idea when it was pitched at the meeting of the "Founding Fathers"... a meeting that I wish I had been at, they're all awesome. Speaking of the developmental talents being used, remember our deal. I have copyright on HIM until I've at least posted my next couple of Raws, so hope you have no plans for him until around 2018. If anything goes down, Kirby's in my sights. I'll be watching.

Joe totally no-selling the black eye does, as you say, make him look even more badass. Up until now his main moment in the company has been getting hung by Finlay, nearly matched by his antics in the War Chamber, so it feels like this is his chance to bury Wright on his way out the door and move on to bigger (were it possible) things after the offseason. When you open with a slugfest as you did here, it needs good description to sell both men's power, and you provided that very well, with the added touch of noting how only Samoa Joe could withstand some of the punishment that Wright delivered. You could feel every punch, every thumping hit, it reverberated in the writing, I really liked it. Needless to say, eventually this had to stop being constant striking, lest this become Big Show/Khali from Backlash '08, which makes me sick just thinking about it. Instead, you gave us the stiffness of the Elbow Suicida and showed us how hot the crowd is with the 'OLE's heading into the Ole Kick, but I think the main thing was showing that Wright doesn't take these moves like normal men. It was evident that it reeled him, but in a way you have to hit every move twice on him, and his Spear on the outside just epitomised that. Similarly, his pure size stops Joe having his way with submissions, and I think so much of Joe's offence being ineffective, something almost unheard of, really stacks the deck against him to lead us into a heroic win, starting with not falling from the KO Punch and nailing the Samoan Drop to boot. From here it became a better match than it had any right to be; their back-and-forth was highly enjoyable and having Joe drop the big man with the gigantic German Suplex forces everyone to acknowledge that Joe is strong enough to slam Wright, just to make it all a little more believable leading into the finish. Even so, if this was Wright's last hurrah then he went out red-hot - the KO Punch into the Chokeslam was well choreographed out of the Island Driver, with the kickouts from both that and the Diving Elbow Drop just selling how powerful Joe really is. The image of Wright lifting Mahoney up to his level, maybe finally caving to genuine anger rather than a quiet frustration, is one you could tout again and again in the photo album of 'Welcome to AOW, Please Look At All The Crazy Shit We Get Up To'. Ironically you then used the 'all the offence has to be doubled here' line, so certainly you and I seem to be on the same page - again - and the very concept of the last-breath Elbow Drop having to be used TWICE to put Joe down is an incredible sell in his favour. Wright getting hit with the Muscle Buster is something that normally would raise eyebrows, but the fact that he was already up top and all Joe really had to do was package him up and drop him makes it easier on Joe himself, without taking away the fact that he technically pulled it off. Could it have ended any other way? Of course not. I don't know if that felt like sixteen minutes of action, but certainly the action we did get was, as I've mentioned, better than this match really should have been, and is testament to your match writing. A jarring brawl of a bout, with a colossal finish to match its colossal participants. As I say - if this was Wright's last moments, what a way to go. Very bon indeed.

Again, to steal your thing here, DAT ORIGINS AND ENDINGS. Four hours for the anniversary? Outstanding.

At first I wasn't sure about Romero having a genuine character moment - my thought process was something along the lines of 'SHUT UP AND ASK YOUR QUESTION' but it occurred that of all people, I'm the last person to talk about it, I do this kind of thing all the time. It was actually quite touching, especially seeing as Romero's sort of been standing by watching the whole of AOW unfold, and it's nice to see him voice one of the concerns he's had. Also you'd had five matches without a full promo segment to really buffer them, so this was needed. The promo was a strong one, driving right to the heart of one of your most important characters in the thread, one I physically couldn't believe didn't win Best Used Character, but opinions differ so I'm over it. I think it was a good time to give him that first smirk, and obviously the 'instant classic' line implies that maybe he feels he's come full circle, similar to his lines about coming full circle in terms of the ten bucks, etc. Exactly what the doctor ordered, bon stuff.

Justin "The Pimp" King officiating Banks/Punk by special request? You're really doing everything you can to push the envelope here, aren't you? The Malcolm X theme behind the VP was certainly an emphatic one, but what I found more interesting was the references to Muhammad Hassan, such as the 'street rat' comment in unison with Hassan saying it. I think given how Hassan plagued Punk, tormented him, he feels like a huge part of Punk's AOW past, and while I'm glad you didn't really raise it in the race debate, I'm glad that you're acknowledging that Hassan is as big a part of Punk's past as Banks is a part of Punk's present. I know the Banks character has divided opinion, but in the grand scheme of things this is one big 'What if?' scenario and I'd say it works well - he's not a victim of racism, he just believes he is, and any character who believes something that isn't true is always a wonder to work with, whether that's in BTB or just in general writing. More on that in my task for the summer, you know the one. Small things like Banks trying to get the fist bump out of King and Punk checking behind him out of habit are great, they're the subtleties people very often don't put in their work because they think no-one will notice them or appreciate their value. JBL's rant about Punk not truly exploring the 'dark side' of the business is the makings of an incredible feud, please do that. Still, Layfield's got problems with other people to sort out, Danielson included, so if he steps away from the announce desk it might not be for Punk. Also if anyone's stepping back in the ring, I do believe we've agreed it should be Foley. Onwards to the match then; oh god the Muhammad Ali reference, just because you can - outstanding. Having them exchange taunts and maybe show off their similarities in their brash styles is actually quite interesting, given how much Banks tried to distance himself from Punk in the build to this. Eventually it had to get a bit more physical and Punk would be the one to start that, with the Suicide Dive and the Guillotine Elbow showing that while he can out-taunt Banks, he can very easily out-fight him too. By the time Banks had got back into it you sold his bruising dominance well, and I might as well say it here - like the smaller paragraphs, the description of crowd actions like clapping or the boo/yay stuff in a more extended format reads really well and is part of the immersion of the experience. It's something I've considered in the past, simply because it's a unique way of making you feel a part of the crowd. I was surprised to see this one become a bit more action-based for a while, leaving their characters behind in favour of actual wrestling in the stretch before Banks complained to his 'brotha' in King, but you needed a period of Banks dominance to sell the Punk resilience really, and you couldn't exactly have Banks shouting pseudo-racist comments after every kick. Maybe it's just because in other matches you'd been able to bring the feud's focus into the ring, but obviously this feud was about something completely different from wrestling, so King was really your only way to do that; in short, there was some good back-and-forth action, but after so much story earlier in the night I was surprised to see them just wrestle. Nothing wrong with that, though, as the action was well-written. At times it felt a little formulaic - get frustrated, pick them up, do a move, cover, get frustrated, pick them up, reversed, other guy does a move, cover, so it was nice to see you begin to mix things up with the elevated Roundhouse and taking the action to the outside. Likewise, you got Punk's aggressive side in there and the fact that he wants no count-out victory, which meant things got a little more story-related here and obviously Banks forcing King into the way was a very nice touch in that regard. Banks keeping Punk down for the four means that he has adequate ammo for a rematch, mixed with the claim that he should be champion, while a still-relatively-fresh-as-champion Punk gets to keep his reign going a while longer. Punk also has a fair argument in that Banks pulled King in the way himself, not to mention basically cheating to get his chance at the Drive-By... this is probably the best solution to give both guys something to work towards heading forward. Needless to say this feud is far from over, with the post-match assault virtually guaranteeing that. The match was good, the finish was ideal. This feud can only heat up from here, though this is one of those situations where I wonder if you might lose some of that heat with the Offseason standing in the way.

Terrific segment with HBK and Heyman. Paul E.'s dialogue was as slimy as you'd expect, with HBK staying cold and emotionless on a night where it would be too easy to give in to the romanticism of the occasion. "Please. It's not the worst thing I've done in this building" might be an early contender for line of the year, that's just pure gold. Interesting to see Heyman's influence from here on out, seeing as he's taken a bit of a beating in AOW's inaugural year and I was kinda hoping he'd stay in charge so Mick Foley can go... explore his other talents... maybe closer to an AOKO Match... or something even more sick...

Expecting an absolute bloodbath here with RVD/Finlay. The minimalistic VP was good - I think often you're worried that your VPs need a heap of symbolism and a strong metaphorical theme or they won't be effective, but in this case what you needed was just the facts, the words from the mouths of both men on why they want to kill the other, and you provided that. The idea of RVD's broken identity cast against the brutality, the in-your-head cruelty of Finlay, was perfect. We came into the match knowing that one of these men would leave broken, and that was all we needed to know. No metaphors, just the excruciating physical and mental pain of several months... heading into one final showdown. Like with HBK's emotionless state just before, there was the temptation to let everything get a bit emotional but you shut that RIGHT down by having RVD's comeback stopped in its tracks off the Finlay pre-match assault. I also like that RVD had to use the headbutt to force Finlay away; it's almost as if he's not truly himself again yet and all he cares about is hurting Finlay - in many ways that's a very powerful image. Similarly the idea of RVD matching Finlay blow-for-blow on the Scoop Slams is also powerful, as if Van Dam has a blood lust that can only be settled by hurting Finlay as he's been hurt. RVD crotching himself on the railing makes my eyes water, but not quite as much as him then taking a chairshot to the head from that position, that's pretty innovative and it sounds brutal to boot. I'm not sure how to feel about the reference to American Made's blonde in this kind of match, but certainly I laughed so I can't judge. Honestly I was hoping you'd lay down some of Finlay's pure brutality and sadism in the early going, rather than give RVD some superhuman wife-based urge to kick Finlay all around Canada, so to see the evil streak in Dave that drove so much of this feud was good. It reminds me a little of my own recent Stretcher Match, the brave face against the truly evil heel. I can understand the table's involvement given Finlay's desire to genuinely break RVD's body, but I thought maybe Van Dam recovered a little too quickly after being choked to the point of near death.

Once again you merited your Most Creative prize with stuff like that Powerbomb counter from RVD, very impressive thinking. You also got a nice metaphor in there about neither man being in the ring at the same time, seeing as this match isn't about the ring, the rules, it's about something far more violent. In that vein, it was understandable to see RVD get the ladder out and call back a little bit of ECW; almost as if he's retracing his steps to remember just who he is. The use of the guard rail was again the inventive stuff I'd expect here in a No-DQ bout, including the Crossbody. Even so, I couldn't help but feel it needed less creative violence and more outright violence, which is why my concerns immediately evaporated on the smashed glass bottle into the table spot. At heart, that was what I came to see, though I understand why you took the opportunity to get a little bit imaginative when the chance was there. For that reason, too, I was pleased to see THE DREADED SHILLELAGH return, if only because this feud was so vicious in the build-up that it needed a violent conclusion. I sound pretty sadistic in saying that, but RVD/Finlay was always about a man being broken and thus Finlay's enjoyment worked well. As before, the sight of RVD bloodied follows that train of thought, the idea that this match was more about violence than a showcase, so I was glad you made sure Finlay got as close to breaking Van Dam as he promised. The whipping reminded me of HBK's Unsanctioned Match with Jericho in 2008, the harshness and cruelty that defines the rivalry, a violent image despite Finlay trying to remove Hebner's trousers in the process. Here is the dark before the dawn, the pit of despair when all is lost, and you painted it brilliantly, having Finlay almost deliver the killer blow of the Celtic Cross only to lead into RVD's emphatic reversal. It was poetic justice to see Finlay smashed with the splintering shillelagh, and of course both men had to bleed to sell the horrors of the feud ender, the graphic imagery after the barbed wire chairshots finally delving into those dark areas that we knew were coming. I love the idea of Van Dam looking at the crowd in awe, almost as if he can't believe their own blood lust, like how in the past he's yelled at them when they tried to chant his name - he's had a peculiar relationship with the fans in this thread, especially seeing as they haven't suffered as he has, and having them call for something he's not even sure of at first is just another step in that. There are many ways this match could have ended, but after Finlay was massacred I think the Five Star Frog Splash, the very move that defines RVD as who he is, was the way to go. Having the thumbs taunt for the first time was a perfect storytelling moment as well. It tells a huge story to say that there were no pins until the win was well out of the question - these men didn't want to win, they wanted to make the other man suffer, and I think you achieved that sense of hatred very well. As I've mentioned, the creative stuff earlier on maybe felt slightly out of place, but it's just something that happens with RVD as a staple, and I think it's understandable that you didn't just want non-stop cruelty from start to finish. If Finlay was going to get pinned, being murdered ECW-style by RVD seems like the way for it to happen. Excellent match. You're totally insane, but excellent match.

A real sweet segment here to keep us excited for when AODubya returns. The first time I read the segment it was a bit hard to swallow with all those people, but it gets better with each reading; you underlined that the future is bright for the AOW 'undercard' if you will, and this was the sweeping gesture that helped you do that. It's nice to see you acknowledge that Danielson needs to step into pastures new, too. Personally as a huge fan of Sydal I'd like to see him climb the ladder, if only because he could become a great character if he started from the 'bottom' and slowly became a genuine force to be reckoned with. Regardless you have a lot of possibilities with these characters, a lot of talent in there, so I eagerly await the next chapter in AOW after this. Lots of great potential storylines on the horizon.

Even with one eye on the future, there's one more match, and so I turn my eyes to my most eagerly awaited pay-off... to be honest, probably in any BTB ever. From the Man on the Moon promo, through the double turn, the War Chamber, everything - I've waited for Christian's moment in the sun for a while. As I've said before, at first I feared HBK's inclusion would ruin it, but if anything, it's just made the feud heat up to its extremes, with the very idea of Michaels competing in such a vital match, in such a vital location, injecting a whole new meaning into what this main event match means. The pre-match VP made a lot of the emotional toils of these three, especially the challengers, over the course of this mesmerising angle, and set up perfectly for the explosive finale. In a way, Michaels acting like a bit of a prick about the whole affair is understandable, given his relationship with this very crowd and the fact that having him come out as usual, complete with Cena-esque refusal to accept his fate, would have been very jarring. Likewise the contrast in Christian's demeanour and their respect for one another sort of separates them as two very different characters, and in Triple Threat matches that's of upmost importance. JBL staying away from 'heel hates all faces' mode for Christian was a classy touch as well. Even so, didn't you once proclaim 'the King steals from his subjects' in jest, possibly about Randy Orton referencing the moon in a Raw promo? Jericho's entrance seems awful reminiscent of my Wade Barrett 'marionette' entrance from the King of BTB 2012 Tournament... a tournament that you won, so I'm gonna be quiet before I cry. To the match - you did a wonderful job selling the occasion with that opening description, fully taking us into the Bell Center and the fiery atmosphere that drives the story forward. Love it. I think HBK and Christian unloading on Jericho was a great way to start, though I'd probably stray away from any reference to Jericho not being able to think on his feet, no matter the occasion. Similar to Survivor Series 2009 when HBK Superkicked HHH in their Triple Threat, it's crucial to note that he is nobody's heartfelt ally when the rules don't say so. Michaels has always been an enigma, and like with his entrance, you had to make it clear that he'll take any route to win. Hey, you got a Kane reference in here, TKoW would be pleased if he knew what that felt like. I notice you've had a lot of early near-falls tonight; it's not a criticism, more an observation, like how you noted the Superkick-heaviness of my roster, but I would mention that kickouts at one do happen. There were a few moments where HBK did stuff to Jericho and I wanted to see how the crowd reacted, or more so when the opposite happened, but you got a fair few mentions in there about Michaels getting some begrudging pops if you will. I thought maybe Christian didn't sell HBK's Moonsault all that much when he disrupted the Superplex, though this early into what would be a marathon contest it's arguable that too much selling could pin the performers down a little later. Damn, thought you were going for a Doomsday Device spot when Jericho shoved HBK away up top, but c'est la vie. The classic trope of the heel covering one guy, failing, and covering the other in a Triple Threat turns up here again, a little tactic I've always enjoyed. Also thought the metaphor of Jericho playing with the puppets after the Irish whip collision was a sweet little bit of prose, cleverly done. I was surprised to see both the Walls of Jericho and the Flashpoint come out so early, however, given their relative importance in both men's movesets; perhaps you were just selling the big occasion.

Having written so many matches for Christian, especially in tournaments, I'm always staring beady-eyed at other people who put him in huge matches, but I was pleasantly surprised - well, the word isn't surprised, you know exactly what you're doing around these parts - to see that you know him just as well, if not better. The same could be said of the other two, however; the action flowed very nicely indeed, the three working in conjunction with ease. That said, I think it'd have been nice to have a bit of JBL and Styles' reaction after Christian got catapulted into them, if only a throwaway sentence, and you also have a small habit occasionally of repeating words at the end of clauses, like how I'm about to do by repeating these words at the end of my clauses. It's a minuscule thing, but one that you might just want to watch out for, especially when you're writing for counters/reversals or using props like the ring lip, apron or the steps, etc. Again, I was hoping to hear from the crowd when HBK's back injuries reared up under the threat of the Walls; were they booing or cheering the concept of their hated champion snapping their hated challenger in half? The taunting also reminds me that this is a world where the Jericho/Michaels blood feud never happened in 2008, though (despite me being one to talk about it, geez) I thought maybe if Jericho was going to be quoted, it needed to be something a bit more major than basic trash talk. As I say, I'm in no position to talk, seeing as I used the technique more than I had any right to do with Over The Limit, but you stole my point out of my mouth with Michaels' taunts to the Canadian crowd anyway, that's exactly what I meant. With Michaels hitting SCM, it was written in the stars for Christian to defy medical advice and get up off his ass to come stop the pinfall, a good moment there to show his wretched, burning desire to make this night his own. From one beautiful piece of imagery to another, the sight of HBK and Christian locked in haunted stares is just magic, with the Christian right hand breaking the spell to show that these two men have been through so much... but neither will sacrifice their dream for the other. The Crossface makes me cringe a little - in a good way, I suppose, but I'm still a little unnerved - with the whole Canadian issue hanging in the air anyway. As before, watching you write for Christian reminds me how well you know him, his classic back-kick-into-Sunset-Flip spot keeping the action entertaining and the near-falls tense. Oh thank fuck you had the Sharpshooter. I was genuinely, genuinely worried you weren't going to go for it, but you were way ahead of me, on the one true babyface in the match to boot - this is actually a weight off my mind, I thought you were going to miss an opportunity. Jericho's reaction reminds me of how the crowd cheered for Ziggler cashing in the briefcase irl, that disastrous moment you imagine Vince backstage asking everyone how Del Rio could possibly be hated for being the good guy. I'm glad you acknowledge the awkward crowd moments like these, you're a better man than I. Not that I have many Michaels-in-Montreal moments in INTWT.

A third paragraph for this match, and I'll start it by saying SHAME ON YOU for your awful pun in "man(itoba)hood" and SHAME ON ME for finding it amusing. Christian was a little low on his share of covers, so I'm glad you got one in following the Inverted DDT, which is a big enough part of his moveset that it really needed a two-and-a-half in hindsight. Interesting to see the Double A Spinebuster from Michaels, though with a guy like him you wonder if he had something else in his locker instead. Maybe just seems a tad strange seeing as HHH was working for 'the enemy' at the time. Two Kip-Ups is testament to how big a match this really is, the idea that Michaels has to dig deeper than ever before, and maybe assuages some of those worries you had in that you wanted Michaels not to be lost in the shuffle behind Christian/Jericho after we all took such a shine to the Canadian pair. Oh screw you, you had the Doomsday Device spot anyway. Bet you were so bloody smug after you saw what I wrote earlier. "Just keep scrolling down, he'll get such a surprise, Kirby stop juggling the royal ornaments and come laugh at this..." I think given all the hatred between Christian and Jericho, you needed at least one point where Captain Charisma could just unload on Jericho and pay him back for all the shit he's done, so Christian going nuts on him was exactly what I was after. As soon as Christian and Jericho wiped each other out on the announce table, it became awfully obvious that the only man left available has a nasty habit of throwing himself through desks from the top rope... but what surprised me is that he missed. In a way, that was his own version of going down the staircase like Heyman, but I thought that was your huge spot for the night. To be honest I think it probably made more sense for Michaels to crash and burn, if only because of all the metaphors about his mistakes he's made in this building, and also because you needed a bit of time on the clock during which we could have Christian/Jericho get their aggression out. I thought maybe you needed to have them sell the exhaustion a bit more here, because it seemed almost like the beginning of a whole new match, and they'd both taken a fair few hits by this point tbh. One of your sequences of the night leading into the first Unprettier though, really seamless action leading into the big crowd-erupting moment, excellently done. I was surprised to see Jericho bleed, but I think the metaphor of Jericho not being so 'immortal' after all makes it worthwhile. Christian attempting the Spear seems somehow more fitting than HBK's Spinebuster, in fact it seems quite poetic given the location. Speaking of poetry, Christian in the Walls saw some of your finest writing yet in terms of physical prose on paper, if only because you could feel the emotion radiating from it... but as beautiful as the following Cloverleaf counter was, your sentences got a bit clunky in places and it was like a piston snapping in the steam engine. You fixed it almost immediately after that, but if you look at, say, phrases like "With all this going on, everyone forgot about the man with the most documented history of determination and wills to win!!", maybe you understand that it was a little jarring.

I love the image that if it wasn't for Michaels' input, if it wasn't for him signing his rotten name on that contract, if it wasn't for THAT Superkick, Christian would have made Jericho tap and claimed an ending made of true justice. It sort of epitomises Michaels not only in this match, but in this feud - he doesn't care if he's not wanted, because he knows nothing else, because this is his chance to rewrite history in many ways and most of all, because whether you love him or hate him, he puts on a show like no other. You even slipped in that crucial word 'impossible' during your description of the three fallen warriors - perfect. I got a bit confused with the idea that Michaels was in the corner but got Speared; even if he stepped forward for the kick I can't shake the feeling that he would have taken a nasty hit against the ropes or the buckles. Likewise I was surprised to see Torrie, as poetic as it was for her to arrive, almost 'teleport' to ringside without any real mention of a change in crowd noise or anything to suggest that she wasn't just standing there from the beginning saying "Is it time for the bit with the title yet?" That said, you were dead on with how you wrote it - Torrie was how it all began, that naivety that let Jericho start his tyranny in the first place, so this was your ultimate, final 'full circle' moment. After everything Torrie and Christian went through, their near-collision was crucial, so maybe I'd have liked a quick mention of Cage's expression after that, but otherwise this was the picturesque ending I imagined. I can't help but feel Michaels needed a bigger spot than just a Spear three small paragraphs back to take him out of the equation, and you didn't have a GIGANTIC FUCKING POP to sell the win at the end, which I felt given the crowd's influence up to now, was kind of a given. No HBK or Jericho reaction either, but I imagine you were probably tired by the end of this and just wanted to share it. While I'm here, I might suggest that JBL using a JR line, or more importantly, a WWE line, sort of contradicts what AOW is about... it's not about the consumerism, the materialism of the WWE, it's about the art of it. Maybe this was just a moment to leave WWE quietly at the wayside and let this just be AOW's new beginning without their influence. Even so, Christian basically crying into the title and the embrace with Torrie is your image for the ages, and it's been one hell of a ride to get here. Almost certainly your Match of the Night to finish the show, and a heart-warming scene to signal Christian's journey from outcast to true saviour. Out of personal preference I might have left Joe behind - despite his own issues with Jericho I think he's just too hungry for the top to help someone else's parade, but that's not the character you're building, so it's merely a small thing. What an end to the show. I waited for that and it didn't disappoint.

Overall - this was outstanding. Of course you went overboard but we expected nothing less, it was a spectacle. You had the story-driven art in Helms/Danielson and your main event, the superb action in matches like WGTT/Sons and Banks/Punk, and the pure war of Wright/Joe and especially the Van Dam/Finlay bloodbath. You had Art, you had War, you had Wrestling. Poetic as it gets. As always, providing the little nods to previous story elements makes the experience so much more immersive, so much more than just wrestling and actually becoming a story that resonates, something you can really enjoy. Considering your concerns before writing it, the Cruiserweight Title bout was the surprise of the night, a real special piece of storytelling, while the main event delivered in every way to kickstart a new AOW era. The future looks incredibly bright with this set of great characters, possibly with some more on the way over the course of the Offseason, and with Banks/Punk, the new blood in the Cruiserweight division and of course Christian as the new champion all to look forward to as well. In terms of criticism, I had a few gripes here and there but in hindsight they're not anything to worry about. Occasionally you get wrapped up in the emotion of a match and you lose track of your prose, but this isn't a novel you're writing here, this is BTB, and some might say there are far more important things to consider... and consider them you did. I read this show cover to cover and it was truly a pleasure to do so; I hope somewhere in that mess of words and thoughts you manage to extract something that might help you going forward. After you trudged through Over The Limit, the least I could do was offer you my honest opinion. I've been sat on my most recent show for a few weeks, but reading this properly really kicked me into gear somewhat, so I'll thank you for the inspiration as well. The King stays the King. The MelvisKnight's seal of approval... BAM, there it is. This was as bon as it gets - here's hoping I get to write this all over again for the same show, one year on. Congrats fella, you came up with a corker.
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Ugh. I decide to take a month off and everyone comes pouring back. Well, I just thought I'd show up in here again because I really just can't stay away. Not for too long, anyways. But I do feel a great deal refreshed in the short time away and I should feel even moreso because the thread will actually get pretty relaxing for a good bit. But huge, huge, huge, HUGE props to Melvis on his sick nasty feedback. Your ramblings are as insightful as they are massive. Opening post has also been updated with the roster and whatnot and I've also added a championship archive now that I have several title changes.

BUT we're not gonna go gung ho into DA OFFSEASON just yet. First off, I'll stick it to Melvis yet again and actually do a segment-by-segment breakdown of booker feedback that will bore you all, but I don't think I've ever really done this and with as big (and draining) a show as TOL was, I'll do it anyway. Don't fall asleep.



I felt like the opening package was a little too long and maybe didn’t completely make sense, but I did try to capture the essence that this was something ‘bigger’, but not gaudy. This was ‘Wrestlemania’, but no glitz and glamour. There’s no pageantry in war, so that’s what it was mostly trying for. The way it was structured was thoroughly inspired by Wolfy’s Wrestlemania 23 opening video package (which, coincidentally, was criticized for being too long). On that note, as one big shout out to Da Wolf Guy, the whole show is formatted very similarly to that very Wrestlemania. I’m just glad he gave me permission to do it eons ago.

The opening match was probably the biggest pain in the ass thing to plan that I ever had, but it turned out to be one of my favorite matches that I’d ever written. As Melvis so eloquently put it, I tried to incorporate as many ‘full circle’ events as I could to tell you guys that THIS SHIT IS FINALLY ENDING. The reason why I was so unmotivated to plan this match and initially write it is that it wasn’t supposed to happen. The original plan for this was a Triple Threat that also involved Mysterio, but that didn’t happen because of some feedback I’d gotten from several of you telling me that Danielson/Helms HAD to happen again (I’m looking at you, Stojy). From the initial plans, Helms was supposed to beat Mysterio and win the title. But now with no Mysterio and Danielson’s character on a roll, I really didn’t want Helms as champion. Add to that the fact that Melvis drove it home on me that Danielson hadn’t done enough with the title. So in the end, AmDrag should consider himself incredibly lucky to even be champion. He probably has you guys to thank for it. Also, the only reason why this match kicked off the night (it was slated to be in the middle of the show) was I didn’t want to force myself to do too much I didn’t want to do. And this match DEFINITELY warranted a video package that I just didn’t want to write. So if the booking order of everything seemed off, you also have my laziness to blame for it.

The Tag Title match may have had some off flow because I think it was the only match on the card that I didn’t finish in one sitting, thereby breaking the initial flow and going into a whole ‘nother one. It was an incredibly fun match that made me have to watch several tag matches for inspiration. Melvis, you give me far too much credit with my “Lashley Syndrome” – I merely do what I must to tell a character’s story. Also, when I was writing it, it did seem a little off even to me that Haas would hit the hat trick of Germans on Smith, but truth be told, Smith is only about ten pounds or so heavier than Haas, so it’s not that far out of the realm of realism. This match was also initially supposed to kick off the night with the big face home-country win, but I felt like it’d be a little too obvious if it happened. Benjamin and Haas will have quite a bit on their plates in coming months, so this loss may not even register for them…

I am not at liberty to discuss whether the Dynasty Tournament will feature a Joe/Danielson match

Don’t have much to say about Carlito/Mysterio other than a) I didn’t want to give away too much because b) this won’t be the last time these two meet. Also, it was the match with the least build and the one I could shave the most time off for the rest of the matches. Worst match of the night, I felt. And again to address feedback, I’ve seen people slide in and catch Mysterio on his springboards fairly quickly, MelvisKnight. Although when I was writing it, I may have been a little overzealous with that because Manu is a bit bigger than say, Randy Orton.

MELVIS YOU AND YOUR ESSAYS. I love them. Another fun fact here about the Trios match build-up – this was always supposed to happen, but you guys definitely helped decide the winner. It was always gonna happen because last year, one of my more loyal feedbackers at the time begged me to do something ‘more’ with the Mexicools. I figured I’d give them a shot because, really, I’d never seen anyone give them a shot before either. Every dog will have his day in AOW. I really don’t have much to say about Regal’s involvement (or lack therefore of) in this match because even though it is a Trios contest, I wanted it to be more about the original Mercs moreso than their new ‘puppetmaster’ (hence the Burchill/Albright character moments throughout). Regal will have plenty of time to define himself, you can be sure of that. Plus, on a selfish note, these three are just too much fun to write.

Had fun writing Joe/Wright, but the ending got taxing because I thought it’d make Joe look TOO MUCH like a superhuman, almost SuperCena like. It’s been pretty obvious that Wright isn’t/wasn’t gonna be in the thread much longer, so this was essentially his final hurrah. Also on “The Great” character – early on, I made a typo and called him Paul ‘Wright’ instead of Paul ‘Wight’ and just decided not to change it for some reason and it stuck. That disclaimer was just in case anyone was looking to call me a nincompoop for getting Wight’s name wrong for two years. And yeah, while Joe may not have hoisted Wright up on the ropes himself, I remember I gave Joe an elbow injury that realistically might have been barking at the time of this match, but not to a handicap extent.

Yeah, Punk/Banks was really by the numbers more than anything else and I apologize for that. I thought it just edged out Carlito/Mysterio as ‘least interesting’, but it was actually a very relaxing match to write. Justin King being there was always the plan because, as Melvis appropriated, it was always gonna be a little difficult to tell the story that was required because I was having a bit of a problem translating it to the ring. But even as slightly disappointed as I feel this match and angle have been, the ‘bigger picture’ regarding Banks is what will be the real kicker in all this. You’ll see VERY soon…

Fun fact on the Heyman/HBK segment – the original dialogue had Heyman say ‘treat you like a son’. But then I did a quick check and noticed that Michaels and Heyman are exactly the same age. Two very different paths in pro wrestling in almost the same amount of time that I thought was kind of beautiful.

Yeah, I REALLY didn’t want to write an RVD/Finlay package, mostly because of how straightforward and nontheatrical it was (and my flair for the dramatic almost overran me). And again, Melvis calls it like he sees it – the railing crossbody was the only real planned ‘creative violence’ spot, seeing as how the match and story called for much more outright brutality. Now a note on the actual program itself: I couldn’t stand this. Before writing this match, I really didn’t enjoy this program at all. Not because of what it was, but because at the time, I was done with RVD. I was tired of writing him in title match after title match because of his realistic stature in the company (hence his no title match stipulations), I was tired of watching him be incredibly sloppy and unmotivated in TNA (and I know we’re not supposed to let what we watch completely disrupt what we do, but just watching the shell of who was once my favorite wrestler just killed me), and I was a little unmotivated by reading him be the top guy in iMac’s thread. Not that iMac is doing bad with him – he’s doing phenomenally – it’s just I didn’t want to do with him what someone else was doing. The whole angle was, at its core, a way for me to not get burnt out writing the guy. It also allowed me to further explore the ‘RVD’ character which, to my knowledge, has never been given a whole lot of depth. So my apologies if my booking/writing of this feud was headscratching at times (especially the drinking stuff).

Now onto the main event. I just want to let all of you know – Melvis probably being the main one – that I didn’t make Christian in this thread. YOU guys did. It was YOU guy’s reaction to him and feedback regarding his character that really helped shape him into the force he is right now. Christian was never supposed to be this big, but the Man on the Moon promo really pulled several of you in when I was really looking to experiment with the character and I went with him from there based on you guy’s reactions. That said, this match was always supposed to happen, just not involving Christian. HBK was always gonna get another shot seeing as how it was in the spot of the Screwjob. And on the entrance, the plan was always to give Jericho an over-the-top entrance akin to a puppetmaster. Once Melvis let loose that masterpiece of Barrett’s entrance in the BTB Tourney, I had to make it different. So no, I wasn’t a ‘King stealing from his subjects’, but merely a King that was forced to change things around because his subjects nearly trumped him (but even if I did steal it – IF – it’s Melvis’ fault I was in the Tourney in the first place, so I’d be allowed that).

As for the match itself, there was something about this match where everything just clicked. The stories intertwined, the characters came alive, and before I knew it, I’d spent hours on this match and it all just flowed, so if there was a lot of clunky prose, it probably was because of how long I was sitting while writing it. Definitely the longest match I’ve ever written and on up there as definitely one of the best matches I’ve ever written. Probably could have done without a spot or two, mostly Michaels’ moonsault which felt slightly out of place for me, as well as probably the Jericho bleeding bit. Also, I’ve had Michaels pull out the AA Spinebuster on more than one occasion in this thread, so hope people didn’t see it as too much out of place. I’ll come ‘full circle’ once again and bookend my feedback on this show by once mroe sending inspirational shout outs to the “old guard” - I can’t say enough how much I studied the main event of Legend’s Wrestlemania 22. If nobody has read that match, go forth to the long dead PPV thread and find the link to that show. I was probably exhausted from the writing which is why I didn’t include as much in the ending as would have preferred and that’s a big no-no on my part. Also, the ending – I know it’s been referenced out the wazoo all through the thread my many-a-reader, but never have Torrie and Christian OFFICIALLY been declared a couple and they still haven’t. Originally, they actually were finally gonna have it official, but Christian is a married man in real life and I’m not so game on putting married folk in storylines or even small plotlines that require them having a ladyfriend. It’s extremely plutonic. And hopefully, that doesn’t dampen the heartwarming-ness of the scene.


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AOW announced via their website a few short hours ago that a pair of big names had been granted their releases – Paul Wight and Muhammad Hassan. While Wight has been talked about for several months to peruse resigning with the WWE, Mark Copani has been in limbo about his return to wrestling. AOW tried to sweeten the deal with his return by giving his character a twist and even giving him a title run, but Hassan instead opted out of his contract. His only statement thus far regarding the release is that he thought it as ‘unfair’ for the company to be waiting on him so long. Hassan has only been seen on-screen once since losing the Dynasty title last December. There’s been no word as of yet on the contract status of Bobby Lashley, who has also been heavily rumored to be on his way out.

It should also be noted that both Jack Evans and Lance Storm are also on the chopping block – Evans for some suspect behavior backstage and Storm for the much more dignified reason that he has been telling several folks that he wants to step away to go back to his wrestling academy in Calgary. Storm’s situation would also most likely be an optional walk-out. Also being tabbed onto the ‘losses’ is Billy Kidman, who will be removed from TV most likely to take Storm’s place on OVW’s training staff.

It’s only been about a week since The Outer Limits, so there’s no real word yet on buys and ticket sales, but in addition to the already mentioned losses, Gregory Helms’ neck injury that got him booted by the WWE seems to have resurfaced and will keep him out of action potentially for the remainder of the year. It had been rumored that Helms would win the Cruiserweight Championship from Danielson, but this injury quite obviously altered the outcome of the match. The only other known injury from the night was Dave Finlay suffering from a mild concussion, but Dave isn’t slated to be on the Offseason roster anyway.

In addition to these losses, AOW is having to gear up for the lawsuit with WWE regarding Antonio Banks/MVP. A trial date is said to be ‘sometime in the next week or so’. From what we’ve heard from the AOW camp, the results of the trail could put the company in financial hot water – win or lose.

In ‘blow softening’ news, AOW is proud to announce the signing of one of indy wrestling’s biggest names. Chris Hero has officially signed a deal with the company and will report to OVW, almost assured to make his OVW and company debut in the Offseason. Hero, a Ring of Honor standout, is good friends with several members of the roster and has evidently been on Heyman’s radar for several months now. For those wondering, there has been no word on whether OVW has signed or even talked to Hero’s former tag team partner, Claudio Castagnoli, but one would venture to guess Heyman has at least contacted them both.

Several big names and possible legal and money issues are on the horizon for Art of War Wrestling. Their next PPV, their one-year anniversary show, is aptly titled “Origins & Endings”. If AOW doesn’t do something fast, the date that commemorates their origin could very well do the same for their ending. Apologies for being so grim, but until next time, this has been The Informer…
Just something to leave you guys with. The next post will OFFICIALLY kick off DA OFFSEASON, but until then, who knows when that'll go up.
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The only wrestler I'm really sad to see leave this thread is Finlay, because I feel like you've booked him quite well. I'm also intrigued to see just where you go with the off seasons, and all the companies legal and financial issues. It is safe to say you definitely have me majorly interested at this point in time.

What happens from here, I don't even know. But much like Melvis' thread, I see no better time then after a kick ass PPV for me to try and get into this again. I'll be reading... and well done for listening to be in terms of Helms/Danielson
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Been wanting to review this one for a while but just never found the time. But now I've had a chance to sit down and read it all properly, so let's get to it.

With the whole eye injury scenario heading into the match, it was of course no surprise to see Helms go straight for it from the get go. I did however think there should have been a longer period of attack from Danielson from the start. He was obviously very charged up, and with the injury was obviously hungry for revenge, but that opening flurry from him ended just a bit too soon imo. The spot with Helms taunting Danielson with the “Ya gonna bite?” comment, leading to an actual bite was kinda funny, yet at the same time put over what kind of lengths both men would go to for victory. Battle through the crowd, the kicks from Danielson, the slugfest, all that was really well written, and that spot with the suplex onto the ramp sounded nasty. Thought that whole section of the match was really well done. I wasn't quite so sure about Helms going back to work on the eye then going for the surfboard though. Just seemed rather random and out of place, even if it is a trademark Danielson move. More focus on Helms doing damage to the eye would have suited here I think. Finishing sequence was very well done though, from the brianbuster on the platform, to Helms surviving the LeBell lock, to the sheer brutality of Danielson literally kicking Helms into submission, I thought that was all great stuff. I think it was always a given that Danielson would be the man winning this one, but I enjoyed the story this match told, you certainly had plenty of nods to previous moments of the feud, and the psychology throughout the match was solid. A great way to kick of such an important show.

Interesting little segment for Jericho there. The fact that he's told American Made to take the night off suggests he's either determined to prove he can win on his own, or he's too arrogant to realise he needs help. Interesting development, something worth keeping an eye on.

And again, a great story to be told during this one too. The stark contrast between the togetherness of the Sons compared to the fractured nature shown by Haas and Benjamin, really added a nice little wrinkle to this one, although perhaps this, added to the fact we’re in Canada, perhaps meant that the outcome of the match was rather forgone. But anyway, was another really fine match to read, and I thought your use of Haas was spot on. He was so mechanical in his approach at times, picking opponents apart, and of course the Haas of Pain is always a pleaser for me. One thing I didn’t like was that “I could have done better” line from Benjamin. It just seemed so… off. Much better was the Benjamin leaping to the top rope for the overhead belly to belly, that’s always a great spot to use. As for the ending, the fact that Benjamin knocked Haas off the apron and then turned into the Hart Attack suggest serious problems for the former champs. Although it seems that Haas and Benjamin is a pretty popular feud in this section, so it’ll be interesting to see if you can bring something different to the table if that’s the route you decided to go. And one final thought… we’re in Montreal, with two dungeon graduates… there had to be a sharpshooter in there somewhere, right?

Wow, pulling out the big moves early in the Mysteiro/’Lito match with that 619 attempt, although I guess that as a feud coming in that didn’t have all that much going for it, you kinda needed to really grab the attention early on. I thought you Carlito so well here, with the arrogance and that real cockiness about him, and the use of his smack talk was so much better when compared to your earlier efforts with Benjamin. While I’ve got no problems with the outcome of the match, or the fact that Carlito needed the help of the Fight Club to secure the win, I thought the end sequence was a bit far-fetched. That springboard move Mysterio, he tends to line it up from the apron then go for it. For him to do this move without seeing Manu was very hard to imagine. But yeah, a solid match, perhaps lacked the story or drama of the first two, but the pacing had to drop eventually, and this served as a nice chance for the crowd to recover before pressing on with the rest of the show.

In my predictions, I actually had this down as the opener, as I felt the tournament to this point was handled so well, and it was such a different concept from other BTBs that I felt this would be a great way to kick things off. But, with the switch to the middle of the show, this one has kinda lost it’s lustre a little bit. That and I was shocked by the outcome. I thought for sure this would come down to a captain v captain battle, but no, a clean sweep for the Mercs, caught me off guard with that one. Match itself was fine, I thought Albright came out of things looking like a real contender, and it was wise to protect Aero Star, who’s been such an exciting addition to the company. But yeah, I’ll always feel this had the potential to be a real show stealer, but perhaps given how may big time matches are on the card, maybe you wanted to tone this one down a bit?

I can’t wait to see how you handle the off season. Such a creative, yet at the same time risky move from you. Although the idea that there’ll be a strong focus on the OVW talent is something that will no doubt drive the interest in this concept. So intrigued to see how you handle this, almost endless possibilities as to what you could do with it.

If maybe the last two matches slowed things down a bit, things certainly picked up here. Although I couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of Joe hitting a headbutt.I thought the opening was a little choppy ( ) but I was glad when the power moves started to land, especially the elbow suiciida which is always a cool move to use. I’ve never been a fan of writing matches for Wight, I always find him very hard to use, but you seemed to handle things well with some touches such as Joe making him sit down on the chair. Just little things that worked well with regards to Wight. And while at times I felt Joe recovered far too quickly from some of Wight’s offense (or in the case of that first knockout punch, barely sold it), he certainly came out of this one looking like an absolute beast. From the Samoan drop to the Island driver attempt, to the match winning muscle buster, it was all very impressive sounding. If we’re looking at your thread in terms of seasons, Christian has certainly been the star of the first, but Joe is a strong candidate to be star of the second.

Strange interview with Christian, mainly due to Romero’s words. Although they certainly put Christian over, it just seemed so… weird. Christian’s words were much better though, that real sense of hunger and desire, and the journey he’s been on to get to this point, it all came through strongly.

As I’ve told you in the past, I’ve always felt Banks is a character that while very well written, the content of his words have always sat a little uneasy with me. However, I felt that it was used very well with regards to having King as the referee, and the exchanges between he and Banks during the match was a nice little touch to add to things. Plus that “Justin Kind is a racist” line drew a chuckle from me. Punk winning in a sense adds a certain sense of legitamicy to the company, as having a WWE champion come in and beat an AOW champion wouldn’t have been the smart thing to do, so the outcome of this one makes perfect sense. Was a pretty decent match, and with the finish and the post match attack, this one’s almost certain to continue… but then again, what about the offseason? Most matches here tonight seem to be feud enders, but this one just has to continue… but when? Interesting to see how you handle this. But yeah, the match itself lacked the real excitement of others, but it was a solid enough effort. No doubt things will step up a bit for the rematch.

Jesus… that was pretty brutal from Shawn to shove Heyman down the stairs. I guess that means any obligations Michaels had to Heyman are over now? Really cool segment, thought Michaels was superb, and Heyman was his usual weasel self before his fall. Great stuff here.

In the early goings, it felt to me as if Van Dam wasn’t quite Van Dam yet. There was more of a focus on hurting Finlay rather than the flamboyant style we’re used to from Van Dam. I guess that was intentional, a nod to Van Dam having to find himself. Again, another match with a good story going into it that shone through during the match. I pointed out to you in the past that I wasn’t a fan of you mixing your Van Dams and Szatowskis, and I’ll say it again here. I get that it’s part of the story, but I don’t think it’s necessary during your description of a match. Again, another great little touch with the use of the liquor bottle, going back to the bar room brawl they had, and just in general Finlay’s offense was a joy to read, so brutal and sadistic, it really drove home how personal this feud has become and how determined both men are to knock the other into retirement almost. And that attitude shown through again in the finish, with Van Dam playing up to the crowd, certainly having found himself again in comparison to the start of the match. I thought this one was a great read, easily match of the night so far for me.

I wasn’t entirely sure of the purpose of this segment, it seemed a little disjointed with all those guys pilling into the one room. But I guess it served its purpose in that we’ll finally get a rubber match between Kofi and Black, and that it highlights how young and hungry you undercard is. Will these guys also be a feature during the off season?

And now the main event. Great video package to start off with, really set the scene, especially the reminder of the role Torrie Wilson played early on in Christian’s journey. Maybe a bit long, but awesome nonetheless. I also really liked those opening few paragraphs of the match, really played up how big a match this is, the biggest in company history by far. Made sense to have Christian and Michaels both go after Jericho early on, and again with Michaels going for the sweet chin music, showing how much of a loner he is, not wanting to stay partners with anyone for any length of time. Jericho’s trash talk was a nice touch, and there’s that sharpshooter I was looking for earlier. All is forgiven, but I’d have liked to have read a little more of the crowd’s response to that. It seemed to be such an iconic moment, yet it was passed over rather quickly for my liking. I thought Michaels came out of this looking like an absolute star, while Christian worked well by hanging in there, a real show of guts. I thought the end sequence was really well written, with Christian taking out Michaels to let us have a finish between the two main characters. Couldn’t help but wonder at this point if maybe this should have been a one on one match between Christian and Jericho, but Michaels involvement throughout more than justified the triple threat stipulation. And there’s Torrie to save the day, a real full circle moment, an awesome way to end the story which just adds to the inevitable Christian victory. Really enjoyed this one, a fantastic read.

Overall, a great show. There wasn’t a whole lot to criticise, and some of the match writing was just brilliant. So many matches seemed to have that blend of storytelling and symbolism that you do so well, it was a truly epic performance from you. There’s a real sense of excitement now heading into the off season, and I can’t wait to see what the unknown will bring. Great job man, long may it continue.
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The only wrestler I'm really sad to see leave this thread is Finlay, because I feel like you've booked him quite well.
Finlay's not leaving the thread. He just isn't slated to be on the Offseason roster. A lot of the upper card guys aren't. But never fear. He'll be back. Oh, and I had no choice but to listen to you on Danielson/Helms

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I wasn’t entirely sure of the purpose of this segment, it seemed a little disjointed with all those guys pilling into the one room. But I guess it served its purpose in that we’ll finally get a rubber match between Kofi and Black, and that it highlights how young and hungry you undercard is. Will these guys also be a feature during the off season?
It wasn't my favorite segment of the show, but I couldn't pass up on a chance to throw all the young guys in the same room. Oh, and the rubber match between Black/Kingston happened a few shows back And absolutely the young guys will be the MAIN feature of the Offseason,actually.

I thoroughly appreciate the input and feedback from both of you guys, especially considering you two have been a big part of this thread for its run. I plan on getting some feedback out for all you guys coming back in the coming days (or at least I hope to. There's a couple of PPVs in there). BUT this isn't just a reflexive post. It's time to kick the Offseason off right. Or at least the set up for it...

Spoiler for MVP Preliminary Trial News:
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With Wrestlemania 24 in the books for the WWE and AOW’s Offseason just under a week away from starting up, the two companies sent forth their legal parties to discuss a preliminary trial on the case of Antonio Banks/MVP and his potential breach of contract and displacement of company property. What follows is the ruling for today’s preliminaries.

~For the AOW front, they came out definite losers. While it was determined that Banks does own the right to the MVP ringname, he will have the pay a fine to the WWE for his displacement of property by showing up in AOW with the US title. The amount will be determined at the secondary hearing.

~The bigger issue is the non-fulfillment of contractual obligations made all the more complicated by Banks being a free agent when he showed up in AOW, but not by the time his ‘firing’ episode was aired. Banks dropped the US title on a Smackdown Tuesday taping the day his contract expired, allowing him to show up on Wednesday Night Oblivion before the episode could air Friday.

~The real killer is that it has been determined that Banks cannot compete on AOW television until the day of the second and bigger trail, which has been set for May 30th. That goes without saying that legally, Banks cannot compete for AOW during the Offseason in its entirety.

~In addition to this, the WWE is also now seeking compensation from AOW itself because they used Banks on television and even promoted him in a Pay-Per-View when his contract status was in question. Losing a talent such as Banks is harmful enough, but this is the potential big hitter for Paul Heyman and corps themselves, mostly because it would probably either come out of their gate earnings for the show or the pockets of their sponsors.

~As for the WWE, they didn’t really lose much besides Banks himself and the fact that once the trail is over, attention has been drawn to their billing as employees as “independent contractors”. This may cause officials to look into and investigate these claims, but this may perhaps be a whole different trial not involving AOW or Banks/MVP.

Until next time, this has been The Informer…


...and now onto the official business at hand! Just know that because a guy isn't on the Offseason Roster doesn't mean he's released or anything. He's just one of the many getting time off. The Offseason is a focus on wrestling and young characters. All champions are also there. So here...we...go!


THE OFFICIAL AOW OFFSEASON ROSTER

The AOW Camp
Aero Star
Brent Albright
Brian Kendrick
Bryan Danielson
CM Punk
Charlie Haas
Christian Cage
Harry Smith
Jack Evans
Jamie Noble
Ken Doane
Kofi Kingston
Low Ki
Matt Sydal
Paul Burchill – consultant to Brent Albright
Paul London
TJ Wilson
Tyler Black
William Regal – consultant to Brent Albright


And introducing…The OVW Camp

Aaron “Idol” Sandow
Alex Riley
Brodus Murdoch
Chris Hero
Drew Galloway
Eric Perez
Jay Bradley
Johnny Jeter
Justin Gabriel
Mike Kruel
Tyson Tarver
Steve Lewington


Don’t stop there! Get to know the OVW Camp, ya scalliwags…

Spoiler for Aaron "Idol" Sandow:

Aaron “(Your) Idol” Sandow
Height: 6’ 4”
Weight: 233 lbs
Better Known As: Aaron “Idol” Stevens; Damien Sandow
Alignment: Heel
Finisher: The Idolizer/Terminus (straight jacket neckbreaker)


Aaron “Idol” Stevens has been a part of the OVW roster since 2002, only briefly making it to the WWE in August of 2006 for roughly a month. As AOW inherited OVW, Stevens remained on the roster but received a gimmick change, becoming an insufferable intellectual, tweaking his old “Idol” name into being “Your Idol”, referencing the fact that people should aspire to be more like him. Evidently very high on Paul Heyman’s list, the new Aaron Sandow has not been called up to AOW due to adjusting to the new gimmick.



Spoiler for Alex Riley:

The Varsity Villain
Alex Riley
Height: 6’ 3”
Weight: 236 lbs.
Alignment: Heel
Alliances: The Varsity Squad (w/Mike Kruel and Johnny Jeter)
Finisher: Final Score (TKO)


Alex Riley is a fairly new recruit to the OVW ranks, but has made up for lost time. Riley was a much hyped “draft pick” by “Coach” Mike Kruel, the duo soon joining Johnny Jeter to form The Varsity Squad. Unlike his stablemates, however, Riley is an incredibly focused individual who doesn’t have much time for juvenile locker room hijinks…unless goaded into it by Jeter. A football jock at heart with the genes to back it up, Riley has powered through OVW since signing.



Spoiler for Brodus Murdoch:
The 300-lb Suplex Machine
Brodus Murdoch
Height: 6’ 7”
Weight: 370 lbs.
Better Known As: Brodus Clay
Alignment: Face
Finisher(s): Fall of Humanity (running crossbody); Murderers’ Row (Tongan death grip to STO)


The absolutely massive human being that is Brodus Murdoch stormed his way into OVW not long before Alex Riley and has since blazed a path of absolute destruction. Playing up as a monster heel in his initial weeks, Murdoch gained crowd approval when he not only saved the departing Kofi Kingston from an assault, but also when he was screwed out of an OVW Heavyweight title opportunity by Eric Perez. Perez has since won the OVW Championship, leaving tons of unresolved tensions between the two titans. A mastodon of a man who isn’t afraid to throw his weight around, it’s only a matter of time before Brodus Murdoch gets the call-up and lays waste to a whole new wasteland.



Spoiler for Chris Hero:
That Young Knockout Kid
Chris Hero
Height: 6’ 4”
Weight: 210 lbs.
Better Known As: Kassius Ohno
Alignment: Face


OVW’s latest signing has already generated much buzz among many wrestling circles. Being hyped up in a pair of packages after his official signing, the former ROH Tag Team Champion has yet to make his in ring debut in OVW and will actually do so over the course of the Offseason, a huge vote of confidence from Paul Heyman and company. It’s known and been acknowledged on-air that Hero is a friend to former ROH mates Jamie Noble, Low Ki and Bryan Danielson, as well as being one of the closest friends of CM Punk.



Spoiler for Drew Galloway:
The Mad Scot
Drew Galloway
Height: 6’ 5”
Weight: 250 lbs.
Better Known As: Drew McIntyre
Alignment: Tweener/Face
Finisher: Scot Shock (snap double underhook DDT)


Another heavy duty man on the OVW/AOW roster, Drew Galloway had a pair of tryout matches for the WWE in 2006, but decided to sign on with an OVW/AOW development deal at the company’s inception. Quite the loose cannon, Galloway’s savage antics soon got him over with the crowd, disrupting his initial standing as a heel. Been jokingly described as the ‘toughest SOB to wear a kilt since Roddy Piper’, Galloway may seem so far off the rails that some opponent’s don’t take him entirely serious. But when the bell rings, Drew concentrates his unstable energy into fury to launch at an opponent.



Spoiler for Eric Perez:
The Classiest Man in Puerto Rico
Eric Perez
Height: 6’ 3”
Weight: 250 lbs.
Better Known As: Eric Escobar
Alignment: Heel
Finisher(s): The Annexation of Puerto Rico (lifting sitout DDT); La Critical (spinout powerbomb)


Perez has been in developmental territories since 2005, even tag teaming alongside Sonny Siaki before the latter’s callup to AOW. The two were a team known as Urban Assault, but after OVW became AOW’s territory and his partner was called up, Perez cleaned up his act and gained the gimmick of a reformed street thug, dubbing himself the “Classiest Man in Puerto Rico”…despite OVW taking place in the middle of Kentucky. Perez would get rather preachy about getting off the streets and being better than people, but he finally backed up his claim when he won the OVW Championship from the departing Tyler Black back in January. Still in possession of the title at the start of the Offseason, Perez may be one classy prick, but he’s not above falling into his street thug fits of rage and still has a combat style that falls into that category.



Spoiler for Jay Bradley:
The Monster of the Midway
Jay Bradley
Height: 6’ 4”
Weight: 260 lbs.
Better Known As: Ryan Braddock
Alignment: Heel
Finisher: The Boomstick (Lariat)


Hell hath no fury like a Chicago native scorned, Jay Bradley is already a former OVW Heavyweight Champion who was #1 contender when the WWE dropped OVW as its developmental territory. When OVW kicked up again at AOW’s calling, Bradley’s title shot was pushed to the background in favor of guys like Tyler Black, Kofi Kingston, and Tyson Tarver, but Bradley would not let it be. A hungry, ‘uncrowned’ champion, Bradley would be relentless in his assault for the OVW title before coming up short against Tyler Black in both November and December. Since then, Bradley has fallen on tough luck when it comes to the win column.



Spoiler for Johnny Jeter:

The Spark That Stirs the Drink
Johnny Jeter
Height: 6’ 0”
Weight: 230 lbs.
Better Known As: Johnny (of Spirit Squad fame)
Alignment: Heel
Alliances: The Varsity Squad (w/Alex Riley & Mike Kruel)
Finisher: Superkick


A former member of the ill-fated Spirit Squad in the WWE, Jeter returned to OVW in February of 2007 and began teaming up with Mike Kruel once AOW took over the territory. The two played up their various athletic backgrounds, Kruel turning the high-spirited Jeter into an arrogant jock. The two recruited Alex Riley upon his entry into OVW, and the three instantly clicked. Jeter is much more silly than his teammates, generally being the one to think up pranks to play on the other OVW members and often being shot down. Still a goofball despite his arrogant billing, Jeter is one of the more energetic heels on the roster.



Spoiler for Justin Gabriel:
The Unreal Angel
Justin Gabriel
Height: 6’ 1”
Weight: 205 lbs.
Alignment: Face
Alliances: 4D (w/Steve Lewington)
Finisher: 450 Splash; 4D Crush (backbreaker rack/45o splash combo w/Lewingston)


Signing out of South Africa to his first professional contract, not much was known about Justin Gabriel before signing. Soon being dubbed the ‘Unreal Angel’ for his graceful but powerful athletic display of offense, his talents laid the foundation for a tag team with Steve Lewington. The two formed one of the most athletic duos in the federation’s history back in September, dubbed as 4D in reference to their ‘unreal’ athletic ability. Gabriel and Lewington excite crowd with their sheer, if slightly dark, flash. Still fairly ‘green’, Justin is the more high-flying of the two. 4D have come up short on multiple occasions to be OVW Tag Team Champions, but they are currently the #1 contenders to the titles. The current title holders, KC and Kassidy James, are not under AOW development contracts and thus 4D won’t be able to cash in that shot until after the Offseason.



Spoiler for Mike Kruel:

Mike “Coach” Kruel
Height: 5’ 11”
Weight: 215 lbs.
Alignment: Heel
Alliances: The Varsity Squad (w/Alex Riley & Johnny Jeter)
Finisher: Liberty Lock (arm trap headlock)


A Brooklyn native with an accent so thick it immediately draws ire the second he speaks, Mike “Coach” Kruel is actually a member of ROH alumni and was OVW Television Champion when the company was put under AOW management, but lost the title not long afterwards. He then started tagging up with Johnny Jeter, Kruel gaining the gimmick of a short-fused sports coach who wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty. A wrestler-manager, Kruel hyped up his “top draft pick” in the signing of Alex Riley. The three became The Varsity Squad, with Kruel not being as active in the ring due to a recovering minor injury, but the arrival of Riley allowed him to manage the team for a bit. Getting more physical coming into the new year, this second generation grappler is repoised to make his way back to the top.



Spoiler for Tyson Tarver:
The Baddest Man in OVW
Tyson Tarver
Height: 6’ 2”
Weight: 256 lbs.
Better Known As: Michael Tarver
Alignment: Heel
Finisher(s): Kill Shot (knockout blow); Tarver’s Lightning (reverse thrown scoop powerslam)


Signing to his first professional contract with OVW/AOW at the inception, Tyson Tarver is a man with much mystique surrounding him. He oozes intimidation and doesn’t speak much, but his actions speak far louder than words. His Kill Shot is perhaps the most feared finisher in OVW, earning him the Mike Tyson-esque moniker of being “The Baddest Man in OVW”. His biggest rival thus far in OVW is Drew Galloway, whom he has traded several victories with in 2008. A perpetual angry and stoic man, there is no showtime in his step and no performance in his pounce – this man is all intimidation, all brutality, all the time.



Spoiler for Steve Lewington:
The Unreal Athlete
Steve Lewington
Height: 6’ 2”
Weight: 220 lbs.
Better Known As: Steven Gabriel; Gabriel; DJ Gabriel
Alignment: Face
Alliances: 4D (w/Justin Gabriel)
Finisher: G-Force (shoulder jawbreaker); 4D Crush (backbreaker rack/450 splash combo w/Gabriel)


A man otherwise known as a bevy of other ringnames, right now, he is his given name in Steve Lewington, the other half of the 4D tag team alongside Justin Gabriel. Lewington is billed as the bigger and more durable of the two, but not any less athletic than his cruiserweight companion. To date, it is Lewington who does most of the talking for the group, which has the additional flair of being a unique South Africa/Britain pairing.



So there's your 'meet and greet' of any guys in development you may be unfamiliar with. More news and maybe even the return of DEM .COM EXCLUSIVES along with an official preview should be in the next post. Until then, I hope to spread some love around and try not to turn into a grumpy old man in the section.
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