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Once again, can't thank Da Wolf Guy enough for the small blurb of feedback. Any words are good words, no matter how extended or abridged. Anyway, I apologize because I seriously feel like I'm slacking on this thing. Not due to motivation purposes, I'm just really lazy at the moment. This may also explain why I'm not leaving people feedback. So apologies all around. But I at least wanna keep this baby moving forward. Kirby? Roll out!

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AOHDUBYA.COM EXCLUSIVES - April 30th Newswire, Pt. I


Spoiler for One Man Mission:


We enter a scene that looks like a damn good workout room, but we focus on the 280-lb Samoan Submission Machine pounding away at the kicking back in front of him. He stops momentarily to snatch his towel and wipe off a little bit before going right back at it. He doesn’t even so much as acknowledge the camera’s presence.

Joe:
Ken Doane.
~Joe BASHES the kicking bag

Joe:
Bobby Lashley.
~Joe nails a spinning back chop

Joe:
Paul “The Great”.
~Joe pulls the bag in and lifts a huge knee, knocking it back and swinging like a pendulum. Joe breathes heavily, but looks confidently into the camera

Joe:
My hitlist is almost done. But my mission? Isn’t.
~Joe rips off his practice gloves

Joe:
If you recall, the reason that entire mob list was started was to evict all the scum from AOW. To clean up this place. The Worthy Legion? It’s dead. Chris Jericho’s in shambles. I wish I could’ve delivered the finishing blow myself, but I’ll take what I can get.
~Joe undoes the tape on his fists, a little smirk emerging

Joe:
I say it’s almost done because there’s still two names on it. Still a pair of names that need to be cleaned up and wiped off the face of my map.
~Joe holds up two threatening fingers…and smirks again

Joe:
But why spoil the fun? I’ll let them figure out who they are. In the time being? I’ll just train up. The Dynasty Tournament’s comin’. And I intend to win. The ‘One Man Army’?
~Joe chuckles to himself

Joe:
Is gonna be lookin’ to become the ‘One Man Dynasty’. And that AOW Championship shot? You're my boy, Christian. But that title is my ultimate mission.
~Joe’s smirk goes away as he walks off past the camera, his intimidating aura being left with us as we fade away…




Spoiler for Black America Ep. III – Harlem, Pt. 1:


We’re brought to the scene of a busy street, the only thing interrupting the New York bustle is the image of one Antonio Banks showing up, his sunglasses flashing and his gold chain glowing in the sunlight. He looks just as he has in the other two episodes before turning towards the camera

Banks:
My brothas and my sistas, this is another installment of Black America. I’m “The Boondock Saint” Antonio Banks, a man who has been discriminated against because of the color of my skin by the business that I love.
~Banks reaches down off camera before pulling up his petition

Banks:
Fifty-nine names, Heyman and Foley. You see this? Fifty-nine names! That’s fifty-nine other angry souls who want to move forward! The time has almost come! I just need over forty more signatures and then NONE of you can deny me what’s mine!
~Banks puts the paper out of camera view before now taking the camcorder to look behind him, showing us a fenced in basketball court. A game is going on, many athletic looking young black men dribbling and shooting

Banks:
You’ll see a couple of young studs struttin’ their b-ball skills. But this just ain’t any old game o’pick-up.
~The camera pans over to show a sign that says “Rucker Park”

Banks:
We’re in the heart of Harlem, New York at famed Rucker Park, the most famous street basketball court in the world, right across from Fredrick Douglass Boulevard. You wanna talk about Boondocks Saints in the making? These fellas all could fit if they ever fulfilled their dreams.
~Banks pulls open the gate to walk onto the basketball court, the pick-up game screeching to a stop

Banks:
Can I have your attention, my brothas! I’m “The Boondock Saint” Antonio Banks. And I’m here to fight the oppression of athletic men of color. I just need y’all to sign this petition against workplace discrimination for me.
~The biggest of the young men playing approaches Banks

Man:
What you doin’, dude? Can’t you see we playin’? Get outta here with that mess.

Banks:
What I’m fightin’ for is more important than any game, my brotha. I’m fightin’ for the same thing so many died for. And that’s freedom. Freedom from oppression.

Man:
Well maybe we want freedom to play our game. Or at least wait ‘til we’re done.

Banks:
Somethin’ like this can’t wait, though, my man.
~The head athlete looks at his friends and says something to them in secret before looking back to Banks

Man:
Aight. We’ll sign the paper.

Banks:
Thank you, thank you, thank you! Our ancestors are smilin’ down on us –

Man:
Hold up, Harriet Tubman. I didn’t finish. We’ll sign the paper…if you can beat us.
~The man then CHUNKS the basketball into Banks’ stomach. Banks looks up with a look of surprise…that twists into a smirk…

To be continued…




Spoiler for DAT DOANE DUDE Ep. II – Dynasty Dreams:


We seem to be in an area that’s not the usual ‘exclusive’ promo area. Instead it maybe looks like the inside of a home or someone’s room, miscellaneous things on the walls. In the center of the frame, however, is none other than Ken Doane, taking a hairbrush and fixing up his hair before he starts speaking

Doane:
I like to think that life is nothing but one endless wheel, y’know? What goes around, comes around. When you’re on the bottom, you’ll wind up on the top.
~Doane strokes his chin with his thumb and forefinger

Doane:
So CM Punk, I feel no sympathy for you with you being so pissed that you didn’t get to finish your match against your friend. I mean, let’s be honest, nobody but you, some Internet dorks, and your stringy-haired friend really wanted to see you guys face each other.
~Doane scoffs

Doane:
Y’know what the people really wanna see? They wanna see me – Dat Doane Dude. Even more, the people wanna see Ken Doane become Dynasty Champion.
~Doane kicks back and wraps his hands around his waist

Doane:
But don’t y’all worry. Kenny D is more than ready to step his game up. If there’s anything I learned while under the teaching of Chris Jericho, it’s simple – failure is not an option. So given the chance…CM Punk? Ain’t nothin’.
~Doane motions with his hands cutting at his neck, saying ‘no chance’

Doane:
And that’s how the wheel turns, street rat. And when I get the chance to step in that ring with the title on the line? I’ll make sure that wheel runs right over you. Doane Dude – OUT!
~Kenny beats on his chest and flicks a couple of fingers at the camera before we fade away on the incredibly cocky youngster…




Spoiler for Pissed Perez:


This time, we are actually in the standard ‘exclusive’ promo area, a white wall stationed behind someone in the middle of the screen. For the second time this Offseason, that man is in a snazzy coat and tie and has the OVW Heavyweight Championship thrown over his shoulder. Eric Perez is trying his best to hide his anger behind a wry smile

Perez:
“Champion’s Choice”. That’s such a nifty little title, isn’t it? Too bad it’s only cool in name. I mean, it doesn’t have much meaning to it at all. Doesn’t it, Al Snow?
~A passive-aggressive question from the champ

Perez:
Because it seems to me that it’s a pile of SHIT! You can’t leave class off the card!
~An intimidating pause for that eruption, Perez breaking it by fixing his tie

Perez:
I apologize for breaking my vow of class, but on that show, you had every champion show up…except the champion of your own territory. The OVW Heavyweight Champion was nowhere to be found in sight.
~All Perez can do is hide his anger behind a smile

Perez:
I’d better not be left off the next show, and I sure as hell better not be left off that two-hour Offseason finale. Because these AOW bigots who think they’re better than us? Better than me? They need to be taught a lesson. You all need to be taught a lesson.
~Perez reaches into his pocket and pulls out some sunglasses and puts them on

Perez:
You all need some class that only I can deliver.
~Perez smirks slightly as he flashes a glimmer off his title as we fade away…




Spoiler for A Punk Possessed:


We’re brought to what looks like immediately after the Dynasty Championship defense on the last Online Oblivion. CM Punk is almost drunkenly rummaging backstage, the beating at the hands of the Mercenaries still very much being sold. In one hand, we can vaguely see that he’s clutching the AOW Dynasty Championship as well as some piece of cloth, possibly his t-shirt, along with it. In his other hand, he has the shirt of a cameraman, pulling him backstage along with him. Punk is simply radiating intensity as he breathes hard and reaches deep into the angry regions of his being

Punk:
No! I don’t care! Don’t you dare cut that camera off on me!
~Punk pulls the cameraman closer before pushing him away, the camera keeping on rolling possibly out of fear

Punk
:
Brent Albright! Mercenaries, Inc.! You’d better be listening. Because while you wanna be ‘classy savages’ and twist my motives any way you want, I’ll rip into you myself with clean, blunt words that you can’t mangle!
~Punk pushes the hair out of his face

Punk
:
The reason why I did what I did, the reason why I chose Chris Hero was clear from the outset – it wasn’t favorites. It was simply that I wanted to face a friend. A friend I thought I’d left behind who I am overjoyed has come all this way with me.
~Punk points at himself and lifts the physical Dynasty title a little higher

Punk
:
But you? You couldn’t let me have that could you. COULD YOU?
~Punk screams at the camera

Punk
:
No. No, you couldn’t. But you wanna know the real, underlying motive behind it all? The one that you so cleverly accused me of ‘nepotism’ of? It’s because I know. I know exactly what the pro wrestling world is like. Hey, Bradshaw! I hope you’re listening, too, now that it’s long after the stock market closing bell!
~The still furious Punk now just lets the hair fall as his angry aura envelops the scene

Punk
:
I heard the commentary tapes, John! You can’t stand me, can you? You can’t stand me because you think that I’m some ‘wide-eyed kid’ who thinks this business is all diamonds and roses. Because I’m such a smartass, I wave off all the dark parts. No, John. I know all the dark parts. I know the darkest parts. I know the pain, the hopelessness, the loneliness of everything from performing in front of ten people in a high school gym to watching some friends – very close and talented friends – fall by the wayside and become addicted to things like painkillers. I KNOW THE DARK SIDE!
~Channeling his inner Mick Foley, Punk continues with rage in his voice

Punk
:
But that’s why I wanted Chris Hero. Because this business is dark. It takes men away from their families. It tears people away from their friends. And in the worst case, it rips talent away and leaves men broken, or worse, dead. All in the name of entertainment. And being able to go toe-to-toe with a friend, a best friend, who has made it through all that? I think I deserved to make that choice to face him. I didn’t deserve to have it taken away from me.
~Punk points at his chest

Punk
:
So in a way, I chose to face Chris Hero because ultimately, I saw and see him as a hero. Because I know every waking moment I had before in AOW was dark. And every moment I’m gonna have after is gonna be too. So why not have a hero grant me a small beacon of light? Why not, for once, let the wrestling world not be so dark?
~Punk opens up his arms and asks this rhetorical question

Punk
:
I know the answer to that too. Because this business is selfish. Everyone in it is. And I understand that. Hell, it’s not like Mercs, Inc. had any unclear motives. Selfishness is what it boils down to. But you’ve all got to realize something. It’s something I learned when I had to set foot in that War Chamber. We can talk about how grave this business is. But in the end, all of us need it as much as it needs us. In the end –
~Punk reaches down somewhere and pulls out the shirt he wore to the ring, balled up. He undoes it and shows the design to the camera, the signature line from his infamous entrance theme taking up the shirt

Punk
:
…we’re all one. Dark. Flame.
~Punk doesn’t show one of his signature sarcastic smiles. Instead, he throws the shirt at the camera and walks off, still incredibly intense, still pissed, and rightfully so, as we fade away…


.:On aohdubya.com Exclusives, Pt. II:.
Jamie Noble on the time limit draw
Antonio Banks plays b-ball for justice
A desperate man resurfaces...
Hope this tides folks over for a little bit. I'll try to pick it up a little in the next week or so. Until then, hope all remain well.
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Some ramblings, because it's been a while.

I'll start with Christian. Like many I was expecting a tough-but-ultimately-successful title defence over Noble, just to get his title reign going smoothly, but of course... with him, nothing is that simple. It makes a terrific little angle to have the image of Christian, a man who worked so hard for the title, to then worry that he isn't good enough or hasn't done enough just yet as champion to earn his position there. He can't just leap from being challenger to unbeatable champion, so this was exactly the kind of progression that'll serve him well from here on out. The question is; who does he have to beat to validate himself? Noble? Or is this about more than just Noble? I imagine it's the latter, so I look forward to what you have in mind next for the champion.

I had very Wolfy-esque concerns over the Hero-Punk No Contest finish, but you assuaged most of those with Punk's above promo. While I do think you could have pulled a Punk narrow win and had the Mercs attack afterwards, it all built to him essentially snapping and reaching into the darker elements of the Punk character... which is a great idea, someone else should do that. Up until now in AODubya we've seen Punk's honourable side - his aggressive side, sure, but born from honour (Hassan, Banks) - but perhaps it's incidents like these that will bring out the Punk that's seen the world of wrestling like few other people. You also teased the JBL-Punk issue which we've seen brewing over the past however many months, too - and with Legend not around why not have them feud here instead - and while I don't see them going for each other's throats just yet, it's an option for you down the line if you want to use it. Though you owe me a Foley return before a JBL one.

Something that surprised me is that the Offseason is only four shows. Of course, with it being the 'Offseason' as a concept, the idea is that the company is supposed to slow down, but with all the new talent you had to play with, maybe I'm just a little taken aback that they're all disappearing again so soon. Naturally, you still have two more shows (one of which is extended) to throw some characters about, but what with Sandow boycotting the Lucky 27, TARVER lasting to the final four, Perez being -somewhat- in the spotlight and Hero going toe-to-toe with Punk, you've set the stage for some guys who I'd like to see more of. I understand we'll see them down the road, but it was odd that you went from every single OVW guy appearing on the first show, then only a small handful on this recent second one. Matches like Hooliganz/4D go that little way to making sure we remember the Offseason for its unique factor, and not just matches we could have seen on a regular Oblivion. A small thought.

As for the rest of the exclusives, while I should probably wait for the second part, it bodes well. There's all kinds of foreshadowing going on in Samoa Joe's mentioning of Christian, Doane's mentioning of Punk - these aren't guys on the champions' radar right now, but it's nice to see that pretty much anything could happen when the Dynasty tourney rolls around. The Kingston/Black and Antonio Banks situations both have a lot of intrigue attached to them as well, so the thread has potential by the boatload heading towards the new season, which is obviously great for the readers. Oh and I maintain that I want a character-laden Sydal push, by the way.

As I say, just some brief thoughts to let ya know I'm still watching your every move, your highness. Keep at it
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'preciate it, fair knight. It's always nice to know when people are still watching my every waking move and thought. I think I work better that way. Anyways, I know I've been moving even slower, but I'll probably go even moreso with uni back on the horizon. But I have more exclusives to get to...


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April 30th Newswire, Pt. II

Spoiler for Nobility:

We’re brought back to last Wednesday, right after the main event of Online Oblivion. Jamie Noble, almost akin to CM Punk earlier in the week/night, is covered in sweat and virtually tearing the backstage set apart. He’s ripping at his hair, pounding his fists against the walls, and tossing down anything not nailed down. He then lets out a frustrated growl before finally turning towards the camera.

Noble:
CHRISTIAN!! I know damn well you ain’t gonna take that! ‘cause I sure as hell aint!
~He continues to breathe heavily

Noble
:
I had you, and you know I had you! Saved this company? HA! Saved by the bell is more what it looks like!
~Noble is incredibly frustrated, his eyebrows raising to show his tension

Noble
:
This ain’t our stompin’ ground. I had no clue they had time limits down here. And with all due respect, Christian, I know you’ve been through a lot. But so have I. And it should be me who is AOW CHAMPION!!
~Noble turns away from the camera for a quick moment to topple an entire mountain of boxes in sheer anger. He breathes intensely as he tries to gather himself, hitting the wall back first. He slides down the wall, slumping all the way until he’s sitting on the floor, back against the wall, exhausted beyond doubt

Noble
:
I couldn’t do it. That’s just what it boils down to. I couldn’t do it.
~Noble curls his fingers through his hair

Noble:
My whole life, my whole career, I’ve been one rung short. I’ve never been closer than tonight. In thirteen years, you rose to the top, Christian, and in thirteen years, I dropped like a stone.
~Noble lets out a wry laugh before getting stern once again

Noble
:
No. Not a stone. I’m nobody’s steppin’ stone.
~This creed seems to fuel Jamie, the Virginia native struggling now to get back to his feet. The cameraman offers a hand to help him

Cameraman:
Mr. Noble –
~Noble SLAPS HIS ARM AWAY

Noble
:
I’m no steppin’ stone and I don’t need a steppin’ stone!
~Noble wobbles a bit, to regains his balance. He’s virtually screaming at the camera now

Noble
:
CHRISTIAN!! I might not’ve known about the time limits, but what I do know is that every champion down here gets a choice. A ‘Champion’s Choice’. You’re the only champion that hasn’t had the chance to use theirs yet.
~Jamie keeps breathing deeply, getting very close to the camera

Noble
:
You have a choice of who to face on that Finale Supershow, champ. And if that look in your eye that I saw after our match tonight is any kind of honest, you’ll do the right thing. Pick me. Pick Jamie Noble. Because you know you want to. Because it’s only right. Because it’s what you need and what I deserve. Cure that doubt, Moonman. But rest assured if you do pick me, I’ll give you more than the fight of your career. I’ll give you the fight of your LIFE!
~Noble screams, back to incredible intensity, pulling the camera all close to his face

Noble
:
I’M NO PUSHOVER!! I’M NO STEPPIN’ STONE!! I’M THE PITBULL!! I’M JAMIE! FUCKIN’!! NOBLE!!
~Jamie sneers one last time and tugs at his hair once more before stepping off, seething in a pit of rage on towards the locker room as we fade away…



Spoiler for Black America, Ep. III – Harlem, pt. 2:

We pick up right where we left off of Banks’ other part, when he has the ball in his hands with a bit of a smirk

Banks:
Oh so you MUST not know who I am. Don’t let my speech fool you, homie, I can take it to the streets.

Man:
Yeah? You an’ what team?
~Banks looks around him to see that indeed, while he may have so many signatures…he’s got no followers

Banks:
Uh…’ey dawg, why not one-on-one?

Man:
Not when you strut up in here in the middle of our game, we not.

???:
Well then what if he’s got us behind him?
~Banks turns around to see…JTG and Shad Gaspard!

JTG
:
Yeah, homie. What if he’s got us?

Banks:
What the hell you two doin’ here??

Shad:
Told you, maan. We been keepin’ track of you.
~Shad snatches the ball from Banks and starts spinning it on his finger, Globetrotter style

JTG:
So how ‘bout it, boys. 3-on-3. Us and y’all. Who down?

Man:
Cool. Call yo own fouls.

MONTAGE TIME!! Shots are interplayed with a hip-hop beat, showing the Rucker players pulling out all kinds of tricks and trick shots. Likewise, Banks, JTG, and Shad actually work well together, managing to pull off several big shots, JTG and Shad even hitting some sick tricks of their own. But to sum it all up, it’s Shad who lifts up the ball…only for Banks to follow up with an absolutely sick alley oop, right over the lead opponent’s head

JTG:
OOOOOOOHHHHHH!!! GAME! GAME! GAME!

Shad:
Y’all homies betta grab that pen and SIGN IT UP!

Banks:
Y’all shut up and help me up!
~Banks is shown to have lost his balance on the oop, JTG and Shad going over to help him out. When the three return to the middle of the court, they’re flocked by the Rucker basketball players

Man:
Hey. Y’all was pretty damn good. Where’s the petition?
~Banks, who is breathing the heaviest out of all in attendance, pulls it up and hands it to him. The man signs and then starts passing it around to every other player and person on the court

JTG
:
‘ey dawg. We make a pretty good team, right?

Banks:
Shut up. I’m gettin’ too old for this, brotha.
~Banks appears extremely exhausted for some reason, but he looks up to see his petition making the rounds and potentially having all the signatures he needs thanks to help from the oddest pair of gentlemen ever as we fade away…



Spoiler for Champions and Chairmen:

We cut to Al Snow’s office, when there’s a knock on the door. Snow gets up and goes to turn the knob…only for the door to FLY open and almost hit the hardcore legend square in the face. Almost as shocking as the door ripping Snow’s off is the man who steps in the door…Paul Heyman. He’s back in his wheel chair and neckbrace, unsurprisingly, but the man pushing him into the room is OVW Champion Eric Perez.

Snow:
Paul? What’re you doing down here? You’re supposed to be away, resting up! You took a nasty fall not too long ago.

Heyman:
Don’t remind me, Allen.

Snow:
Well, what’re you doing here? I’ve got everything under control and –

Heyman:
Under control? UNDER CONTROL??
~Heyman damn near pops a vein on that one

Heyman:
I give you the liberty to defend my titles on your show and what happens? TWO - count it - TWO championship matches end in no contests?? You’re just as bad as that joke Foley is!
~Snow grimaces a bit, Heyman talking shit about a lifelong friend

Heyman:
And what about your own people? As Mr. Eric Perez so kindly pointed out to me, your very own OVW Champion, was nowhere to be found on the last program. On a ‘Champion’s Choice’ night, you neglected YOUR OWN CHAMPION!! What kind of Commissioner are you?

Snow:
So you came all the way down here to get in my face about this? You couldn’t yell at me in a phone call from New York?

Heyman:
No. Mr. Perez was just so classy in the way he went about business, I just had to come down and congratulate him. In addition to that, I’m a personable guy. You know that.
~Heyman talks like he’s talking to a cat

Heyman:
So if I want to wind up firing you, I’ll do it to your face. Understand?
~Snow actually does gulp a little bit, while Perez just stands with a shit-eating grin

Heyman:
Also being here in your face allows me to put some pressure on you. So, if you don’t impress me, I’ll just fire you right now.

Snow:
Impress you? Well on the 7th, we already have have –

Heyman:
No no no no no. I mean impress me. Right. Now. With something new.
~A whole new aura comes over the room. Perez just smiles wider

Snow
:
Um…okay.

Heyman:
How about solving that whole Dynasty Championship dilemma, huh? Start there.

Snow:
Um…alright. How about on the 7th, we have a…big six-man tag team match!

Heyman:
With who?

Snow:
Let’s see…the team of Brent Albright, Ken Doane, and Tyler Black will face…Kofi Kingston, Matt Sydal…and Charlie Haas!

Heyman:
Interesting. And how does that solve the problem?

Snow:
Easy. The man who gets the pinfall? He gets a title shot on the Offseason finale.
~Heyman elongates his face, somewhat impressed

Perez:
Hey! What about me, cabron? You’re jus’ gonna hang me out to dry again?

Heyman:
Keep it classy, Mr. Perez

Perez:
Sorry, Mr. Heyman.

Snow:
Oh please. I’ve already got you planned.

Perez:
And when were you gonna tell me?

Snow:
When you stopped whining about not being on the show last time. See, if I was informed correctly by Paul here…there’s an empty spot in the AOW Dynasty Tournament after the Offseason, isn’t there?

Heyman:
Right. There is.
~Perez goes from pissed to excited

Perez:
So I’m getting into the Dynasty Tournament?

Snow:
…not all willy-nilly, no. But you’ll get your chance to fight for that spot in the Dynasty Tournament. Against five other OVW guys.

Perez:
Five other --? WHAT?!

Snow:
You don’t get anything handed in AOW. You don’t get anything handed here.

Heyman:
He’s right, Mr. Perez. Very impressive, Allen. You may not be so bad after all.
~Heyman SNAPS his fingers and causes Perez to grab at his chair and begin wheeling him around and go back out the door…only for the door to be blocked by…CHRISTIAN?? Cage is in non-competition attire, but he looks incredibly vexed, not much different from when we last saw him

Heyman:
Mr. Cage!! What a pleasant surprise!

Christian:
Heard you were in. So I dropped by. Where’s Shawn Michaels?

Heyman:
How should I know? Last time I saw him, he put me back in this!
~Heyman points towards his neckbrace

Christian
:
I need Shawn. And you own him. Where is he?

Heyman:
I don’t know!
~Perez steps between the wheelchair and Christian

Perez:
Mr. Heyman says he doesn’t know.
~The OVW and AOW Champions have an intense staredown that lasts for quite a while before Snow steps in to try and settle things down

Snow
:
Now, now, gentlemen. Let’s just –

Christian:
I’ll be here on the 7th. If anyone – AOW, OVW, or even Chairman – can get ahold of Shawn Michaels, I’ll pay for his plane ticket to come here.
~Christian, almost reverting to his intense ‘Moonman’ eyes, turns back around and heads out, leaving a Commissioner, a Chairman, and a Champion with questions all their own as we fade away…



Spoiler for The American Dream:

We’re brought to the scene of what looks like the inside of an apartment building, outside of a door. The halls and stirs are quiet behind the camera, but soon stepping out in front of said camera are Jake Hagar and his girlfriend, Catalina. They’re sort of looking past the camera, Catalina not looking very enthused. Her All-American man looks a little more excited.

Hagar:
Dude, this is it. You want me to hold the camera for you?

Nameth (off-camera):
Yeah. Yeah, just gimmie a sec.
~The camera seems to rustle and jimmy around a little bit before it looks back up, the perspective flipped to now show Nameth

Nameth
:
This is it. This is the apartment building. This is the place. Ever since I saw that hot blondie at This is Exile, I’ve done everything I can to track her down. And here it is. It’s all come down to this.
~Nameth shakes his head and smells the air, closing his eyes and overdramatizing the moment…

Nameth
:
Well. Time to get some tail.
~…and all dramatic sentiment is lost as Nameth steps towards the door and is about to knock…

Hagar (off-camera):
Whoo!! Look at’cha boy!!
~Nameth stops DEAD before knocking and slowly turns…to glare back at Hagar

Hagar (off-camera):
Oh. Sorry.
~Nick turns back around and knocks on the door. There’s a tense silence for a moment before the door swings open…to reveal a pretty big dude answering the door. You can almost hear Nicky’s boner disintegrating.

Nameth
:
Oh. Hi.

Big Guy:
Hi. Can I help you?

Nameth:
Um…I have the right place, right?
~Nameth reaches in his pocket to pull out the piece of paper he wrote the information down on a couple of months before. The big guy reads over it

Big Guy:
Yeah. That’s here.

Nameth:
Well…uh…does a blonde chick live here?
~The big guy’s stare goes from questioning to pissed, glaring a hole through Nameth. Nick isn’t quite sure how to react other than look slightly awkward…before the guy slams the door! Before anyone can react, we can hear the big fella yell someone’s name, but it’s muffled by the barrier that is the door. Nameth turns towards the camera, his friend, and his friend’s girl

Hagar (off-camera):
Aw, man, we didn’t even think about if she had a boyfriend!

Nameth:
Not like it matters.
~Nameth slicks back his hair, playing at it in a very Ziggler-esque way

Catalina (off-screen):
Glad to see you thought this through.

Nameth:
Yep. Stealin’ girlfriends is a hobby. And I want this one.

Hagar (off-camera):
Hey. You’re not taking Catalina from me.

Nameth:
Don’t worry. I don’t want her.
~Beat

Hagar (off-camera):
Wait, what’s wrong with my girl?

Nameth:
She ain’t this girl.

Catalina (off-camera):
And I’m leaving.

Nameth:
NO! You make us look less like creepers!
~Almost as soon as Nameth looks to rush after his best friend’s gal, the door again opens to reveal…the very petite blonde from This is Exile!!

Blonde:
Uh…hi. My brother said you were looking for me?
~The girl takes a moment to actually look at who she’s asking, pointing at him

Blonde:
Wait…Nameth, right? I saw you down at the Izod.

Nameth:
Yeah. You did. And my partner and I have come a long way to try and find you.

Hagar (off-camera):
Yeah, he’s come a long way from being a male cheerleader.
~Nameth turns to glare at Hagar for a quick second, which gets a giggle out of the girl

Blonde:
Did you really come all this way to find me?

Nameth:
Yeah. Um…I know it might seem a little overwhelming with tracking you down and all, but I just wanted to see you again. You kinda caught my attention then and, well…you have my full attention now.
~Is Nameth actually…nervous? The whole cocky flair is melting away by the word…or is he just playing the part of the pathetic pursuer…?

Blonde:
That’s…honestly, slightly creepy, but still…really cool.
~She nods her head, actually liking the idea. Both she and Nameth share a warm smile

Nameth
:
Well, um…if it’s not too much can I at least take you out just once? It can be from here in Jersey or back in Manhattan, I don’t care.
~Casablanca? Or nervous geek?

Blonde:
I’d like that. A lot, actually. On one condition.

Nameth:
Name your price.

Blonde:
You guys wrestle, right? So do I. Maybe I wrestle you once. And then we can go out.
~Nameth looks back at the camera and Hagar with the biggest, goofiest smile on his face before turning back to this chick

Nameth
:
You got yourself a dear there, Miss…what is your name?
~Nameth has his hand out to shake her hand, but freezes when he suddenly remembers he never asked for her identity. The blonde reaches out and firmly shakes his hand, her timeless beauty queen, warm smile returning

Blonde:
Wilde. Taylor Wilde.
~The two look into each other’s eyes and smile as we fade away…



Spoiler for DoN’T cLICk HErE:

The screen distorts. Images become waves. Colors twist into dull puddles. The screen suddenly goes black…
…before snapping back to life with the image of a man in the shadows. Only the left eye is visible. All we can hear is a voice. But it’s one all too familiar, even with a sickening twinge and a demonic lower echo…

Jericho:
Are you done?
~Static flashes as those words swirl

Jericho:
Are you done?

~The demonic undertones flare all over that one

Jericho:
Your celebrations…brations
~A sickening echo

Jericho:
…they’re all premature.
~The film starts to split before rejoining on Jericho’s eye and shadows

Jericho:
You act as though it is over…over…As if you are safe. As if a god will crumple into oblivion…’blivion.
~The screen keeps vibrating, shaking, shadows erupting before we suddenly cut to black…then open with a close up on the partial shadowed figure

Jericho:
You can’t kill a god.
~A daunting close-up of the shadow Jericho eye, red rings and an intense glare that reminds us too much of Christian’s old look before we spontaneously CUT TO BLACK

...and a bonus little feature here that might help answer a few questions...

Quote:
On the latest edition of Bryan Alvarez's Figure Four Daily, Alvarez sat down and spoke with AOW's own Acting Commisioner and one of the five Founding Fathers...MICK FOLEY!! Here's the biggest highlights:


Spoiler for Mick Foley Interview Highlights:

On what to expect “more of” in AOW: Season 2 – “Well from the perspective of the stories and characters that’ve been churned out, you can actually expect lots of alliances. In story, with the domination of the Worthy Legion, the scare/influence of that happening again and all the hoops everyone had to go through to end them, you’ll actually be seeing a good wave of new tag teams, stables, and even trios. Sort of a genuine ‘evolution of war’ thing where whatever was the best weapon in the last battle is studied, copied, and adapted by every opposing side.

Plus, we have a situation similar to what we had going into the Trios Tournament this year. We’re getting a growing roster, but not growing airtime. The online stuff helps, but we can’t shove everyone on TV, and we want everyone to have something. The FX officials have been very generous, though.

You’ll probably also see as many rookie debuts as you did in the last season, although they might be better timed because now we have a better gauge of when and what to do those things. Plus, we’ve gotten a lot of feedback regarding some of the OVW guys we’ve been featuring. People want more of the young guns.”

Will there be any improvements? “I’d like to think we learned a lot from the opening act. There’s a reason the pawns go first and not everyone goes through breaking barriers coming out smelling like roses. So there’ll definitely be improvements in every area. We’ve got William Regal and Finlay back there every day now, Elix Skipper helping out more and more, and even when Lance [Storm] leaves, we’ve still got some great ‘tutors’, I guess, sticking around and giving these guys more things. So I think, inevitably, we’ll be improving whether we want to or not. Even off the wrestling side of things, our production crew is learning too, so from practice to presentation, I’d say the stock is rising.”

How are certain wrestlers dealing with the growth of AOW?
RVD
: “Rob, he loves it. It’s great to see him somewhat motivated again. But what happened was that he was burnt out. He was burnt out because he intended to take it easy for a while after his WWE contract expired, but then he jumped right into AOW and didn’t have much of any time or energy to go full-force all the way. His angle with Finlay was to protect him, the title situation was to keep him up. Does he get title shots this season? I can’t let that go, but I will say this go ‘round, he certainly tries.

Christian: “What can I say? The guy has elevated his game tremendously. We gave him the ball and that Creepy Little Bastard just ran with it. Give Paul [Heyman] credit for working with Christian on that ‘Man on the Moon’ character a lot. He’s our guy right now. And I couldn’t be happier with that.”

Jericho: “Jericho’s main thing upon coming in was his credibility. Boy did he raise that stock with his run in the last season. Only had one loss, but it was huge, and he’s loved every second of the ‘Worthy Man’ character he played. He’s a huge guy backstage, always has been a great guy, and he’s part of the brainchild that got this thing up and running. To say that he’s happy with the way his baby is growing up would be pretty accurate.”

Michaels: “Oh, he’s been great. Between Jericho, Rey [Mysterio] and HBK, I think a lot of the younger guys have just been taken aback, especially the indy heavy talents. It blows their minds to be working with these three. And yeah, we’ve made a big deal out of Michaels’ backstage politicking and whatnot on-screen, off screen, it really couldn’t be further from the truth.

I actually remember before our first ever PPV went on, World Ablaze, it was Shawn who took [Bryan] Danielson and [Gregory] Helms aside and virtually begged them to steal the show. Those two have looked up to Shawn and his accomplishments and character and performing ability their entire careers, so to actually have him say that to them was a huge deal not just to them, but to us. And sure enough, at The Outer Limits, Shawn met with them again. On-screen he may be a little difficult to work around, but backstage, he’s invaluable.

The greatest thing about that was AOW itself. Michaels and Helms worked in the ‘E together, but wasn’t able to have as direct a hand in his development then as he does now. The WWE corporate side wouldn’t really let him, but here, it’s a different story. We reward guys partially based on workrate, and I don’t think anyone has much more workrate than those two guys who laid great groundwork for our cruiserweight division - which, by the way, to just toot my own horn for a moment, Jericho, Dean [Malenko], and I managed to convince Paul to finally include.”

The Antonio Banks/MVP lawsuit scenario and AOW finances: It’s not that I’m not supposed to talk about it, but even so, there’s still some foggy details. And I’m not going on about something I don’t completely know about. Obviously, there’s some ill sentiments between the companies. And it’s not just ‘oh, the WWE is just a conglomerate bully’, no, we’re in the wrong too. We knew what we were getting into and we jumped in the fire a little bit. So there’s faults on both sides.

As far as finances, we all kind of have to put our heads together. Paul’s the ‘one man show’ kind of booker and writer, but he greatly takes our input. But on the business aspect, Paul needs some help. And we’re all there, Bradshaw being a huge assist in that. So one of the things we’ve been doing lately is looking for perhaps another sponsor or so, which is getting a lot easier than it was this time last year considering we now have an established product to our merit. But don’t you or anyone else worry about AOW’s financial situation. That’s our problem, not the fans’.

Does AOW have strict, if any, drug/wellness policies? “After the tragic events of last summer, I think we kind of have to. I mean obviously, this is wrestling and not just any other sport where someone’s personal life doesn’t play so much into performances. We have sort of a policy, but there’s no ‘Three Strikes’ rule or anything like that in place. If what you’re doing gets in the way of things, then you’re gone. And these guys genuinely care for the well-being of one another, so there’s no real ‘enablers’, I suppose, running around. Everyone checks in and checks up on everyone. Makes things like that easier. But yeah, we do have a big push to keep all our guys healthy and able.”

Has there been anyone you’ve noticed that has changed before your very eyes? “Technically everyone, but that’s just what happens with a new company, I guess. Everyone and everything evolves and improves show to show. CM Punk is a kid who exemplifies that. Danielson is right after him, Brent Albright is constantly on the rise, and even Jericho was doing it. Looking at what’s happened to Rey the last few years, I’m surprised to see how much he still has left in the tank, too.

Couple guys stand out in particular – Low Ki, Carlito [Colon], Aero Star, and [Matt] Sydal. Ki and Matt have tremendous workrates, which goes to show that when grouped with Jamie Noble, Greg Helms and Danielson, the cruiserweights are the hardest working guys on the entire roster. Aero is just as hard a worker, but he has to work even more considering he’s never actually worked with American style before this past year, putting in lots of hours with Mysterio, Storm, and Dean Malenko and then Regal when he got here.

Carlito is one who surprised me. He got lots of heat in the other company for having a very laid-back attitude, thought he was bigger and better than what he was, was trying to ride his father’s name. I’m not sure what happened – maybe his dad got to him or maybe some things or someone backstage got to him, who knows, but in AOW, I haven’t seen that ‘coasting’ Carlito. He seems like he’s here to better himself legitimately.”

Favorite AOW match so far? “Uh, gonna go with the A.O.K.O. match here. If for no other reason than it was pitched by Mrs. Foley’s Baby Boy himself *toothy grin and thumbs up*”

And the question everyone’s been waiting for…when will Mrs. Foley’s Baby Boy compete in AOW? “Well, it’s pro wrestling, so never say never. But I can’t say in complete confidence that I will. Even so, you know there comes a time in guy’s careers that they start to consider stepping away from it all. The ones that start to see themselves as old and used-up.

I’m not one of those guys. BANG BANG!”



And then a bare-bones preview!



May 7th, 2008

Davis Arena – Louisville, Kentucky

“The Price of Growth”

.:Confirmed For Online Oblivion:.


~AOW x OVW~
The Hooliganz v. 4D

~Six-Man Tag Team Match~
*Whoever gets the fall becomes #1 Contender for the AOW Dynasty Championship*

Charlie Haas, Kofi Kingston, & Matt Sydal w/Billy Kidman
v.
Ken Doane, Brent Albright, & Tyler Black

ALSO…

~Winner Receives Birth in the 2008 AOW Dynasty Tournament~
*6-Way Dance*

OVW Heavyweight Champion Eric Perez v. Chris Hero v. Brodus Murdoch v. Alex Riley v. Drew Galloway v. Tyson Tarver

AND…

Christian Cage will be in attendance


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I'm really a big fan of the way you present your project and the style in which you write. It looks to just keep getting better as well, so kudos to that. On top of that, you seem to have a really creative mind and that's probably why I've always been intruiged by this thread. That latest post you made was excellent and it makes me look forward to your next full show. Keep it up, brother.

PS: in that Black America segment, when you cut to the montage, you should've incorporated this:



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May 7th, 2008

Davis Arena – Louisville, Kentucky
“The Price of Growth”


Quote:
*“Victim” by Eighteen Visions Package*

Fast forwarded footage of the normal OVW video package

So gimmie one

Eric Perez hits the La Critical

Good reason I should be forgiving you

Drew Galloway cranks back with the Scot Shock DDT

When I don’t care anyway

Johnny Jeter hits an Asai moonsault

So gimmie two

Brodus Murdoch roars while bursting through the curtain

Good reasons I should be forgiving you

Tarver cracks a Kill Shot

When I’m the victim today!

4D hits the impressive 4D Crush

And I feel like I’m the victim…

Perez raises the OVW title high…

…but the package suddenly distorts, the song sound like someone is screwing the needle off the record and melting it. The footage starts to dissipate, but is quickly replaced with footage more familiar to us…

Fight!

SWEET CHIN MUSIC!!

Fight!

WARRIOR’S WAY!!!

Fight!

MUSCLE BUSTER!!!

Fight!

SPEAR THROUGH THE TABLE!!

Fight!

619!!!

Fight!

UNPRETTIER!!

Fight!

GTS!!

Fight!

FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH!!!

*Final cymbal crash*

The new image of Christian hoisting the AOW Championship over his head from The Outer Limits
***

We’re in a packed Davis Arena, a very quick pan shot showing the audience and careening on over to the announce booth set up right at the top of the entrance aisle, where we see the two-man fill-in group of The Miz and Steve Romero


Romero:
Ladies and gentlemen, it is raucous here in the Davis Arena back with you for the third edition of Online Oblivion! The Offseason rolls on, where we’re just two weeks away from our Finale, but how are the chips gonna fall tonight?

Miz:
There’s some pretty big dominoes to fall tonight, Steve. Championship contenders are gonna be decided, rookies will be implemented in the Dynasty Tournament, and oh yeah – Christian Cage says he’s gonna be in the building.

Romero:
Well let’s not get waiting, Mike. We’ve gotta start all that action sometime!

Miz:
Call me Mike again and I’ll start the action right now. With you.

As Miz tries to sound like some sort of frat tough guy, we’re treated to the sound of “WORLD’S GREATEST”, which the hum can only mean the arrival of one man at this point. Charlie Haas bursts through the curtain to a great ovation, many still remembering his efforts in the first Offseason show. Nonetheless, Haas legitimately looks like a man with a chip on his shoulder. He stares directly at the ring, no nonsense, no pandering, not even so much as a glance the audience’s way. He quickly steps into the ring and heads to a corner, getting pumped up to himself.

Not too long afterwards, “MAN WITH NO LAND” hits to a solid pop, as Kofi Kingston now comes on through the curtain with his trademark thousand-watt smile on his face. He’s not in his usual workout attire, but he’s got his black Jamaican/Ghana flag hoodie on as he comes bouncing down the ramp. Kingston is almost the polar opposite of Haas, opting to slap hands with fans and wear his grin with pride.

“MACH” hits as Kofi is bouncing, which means that coming up right behind him is none other than the (winless) Matt Sydal. While nothing to show for himself in the win column, the commentator’s note that Sydal does have a new air about him concerning of the things he and Kidman have talked about. Speaking of Billy the Kid, Kidman steps out from behind the curtain as well, as Sydal slaps some fives in the front row before meeting with Kofi at the base. The two get in and try to shake hands with Haas, who surprisingly so, warms up and shakes their hands, no hesitation.

“WELCOME TO WHITECHAPEL” is the next sound heard, as the daunting sound of the pipe organ fills the arena with dread for the arrival of Brent Albright. Albright is not flanked by either one of his ‘overseers’ and stablemates, but he’s nonetheless sinister looking. He has no fear just stepping into the ring and not paying heed to the three men gathered in the opposite corner.

The arena has barely a moment of hush before “BLACK AND WHITE” begins to churn across the threshold, signaling only arrival of Tyler Black. Black is still engulfed in stringy, dingy hair and his intimidating black longcoat. He locks eyes with Kofi Kingston for a moment and smirks devilishly before stepping all the way in and playing to the crowd for some heat. He takes off his coat and tosses it actually in the direction of Brent Albright, knowing that none of these men are really ‘allies’ here tonight.

…but then the mood picks up for a moment when a new theme hits, this one apparently called “DOANE-NATION”, signaling the arrival of none other than DAT DOANE DUDE, Ken Doane. Kenny has all the cocky flair in the world, making his way to the ring soaking up the extra heat he’s getting for looking like a douche. Inside the ring, we actually see Matt Sydal glaring at Doane with angry eyes all the way until Doane rolls into the ring. It takes Kidman getting in his ear to finally settle Sydal down, while Doane tries to slap high fives with his two teammates…only for both of them to just look at him with no expression.

~Six-Man Tag Team Match~
*Whoever gets the fall becomes #1 Contender for the AOW Dynasty Championship*
Charlie Haas, Kofi Kingston, & Matt Sydal w/Billy Kidman
v.
Ken Doane, Brent Albright, & Tyler Black


We kick into this match roughly four minutes in, with virtually everyone involved getting their early shots in a wild affair. Regardless of the alignment of teams, there is much tension on every tag in, especially in the heel corner, because of the implications this match could represent. Even so, when we step in, Charlie Haas and Tyler Black are the legal men, Black trying to shove Charlie into an empty corner. Referee Ray Ramsey admonishes him and tells him to get him out, beginning the corner count. Black raises his hands to do so, only to aim at Haas with a KNIFE EDGE CHOP…but Haas ducks underneath it, spinning Black into the corner now.

It’s Haas’ turn to deliver a fair share of punishment, his new aggressive side taking fold. He strikes Black with several forearms to the face before ramming into the side of his jaw with a hard elbow. He backs away and gives him another one before backing up even further and going for a CORNER CLOTHESLINE…but Black catches him…INVERTED STO ON THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE!! Haas’ face could be all kinds of rearranged here!! Black with a big potential cover – 1…2…3-NO!!

Haas still has loads more fight in him, but his nose might possibly be broken. Black takes him and KICKS HIM IN THE SPINE for good measure before somewhat begrudgingly going over to tag in Ken Doane. Doane jumps in and immediately grabs Haas by the head, yanking him flat and getting an amateur hold on him to pin his shoulders down – 1…2…NO!! Just like in the amateur style, Haas stops the count by bridging himself on his head, his shoulders being lifted up with him. Done tries to jump on him to bring him back down, but Haas rolls out of the way at the last minute, leaving Doane to fall hard on his knees. Haas keeps rolling into his corner, where he tags in Matt Sydal.

An also newly invigorated Sydal instantly leaps up onto the top rope and waits for the man who eliminated him a month ago to get up…FLYING DOUBLE KNEE!! Both of Sydal’s knees are pressed against Doane’s sternum!! The crowd pops big of the high-flying move, Sydal going for a big cover now – 1…2…NO!! Doane still has more in him! Sydal doesn’t give him much time to exhibit this, however, as he stalks him and looks for a ROUNDHOSUE…NOBODY HOME!! Doane ducks it and picks up Sydal from behind and picks him up for a backdrop…ELEVATED NECKBREAKER!! Doane shifts the momentum completely as he crawls over for another cover – 1…2…NO!! Sydal shows his fire!

Doane is frustrated at that, but refuses to tag in anyone in his corner. Doane then aggressively takes Sydal’s head and tries to set him up for something else, but Sydal breaks his grip and nails a PERFECT DROPKICK that sends Doane backpedaling right into his corner, where Brent Albright plants a blind tag onto his selfish partner’s body. Albright steps in with anger on his mind as well, but perhaps through the teachings of Regal, he’s more controlled. He storms in and doesn’t go right after Sydal. Instead, he looks him right in the eye and says “lie down. I won’t hurt you if you lie down.”

The audacity of this motherfucker! Sydal looks towards his corner – Kingston telling him “no”, while Haas just stares at him as if the veteran needs to give him an answer. Sydal then looks over to Billy Kidman while the Davis Arena starts to join Kofi’s refusal. Kidman just looks at Sydal almost with the same look at Haas, Sydal turning back towards Albright…AND SMACKING HIM ACROSS THE FACE!! The crowd roars, as the rookie without a win to his name is showing an immense amount of fire tonight!

Albright is actually shocked at the rebuttal, taking a moment before looking to fire a right hand at Sydal, only to have him block it and start socking him with right hands! Sydal backs Albright all the way into the ropes before trying to whip him, only to have it reversed. On the rebound, he gets Albright caught up…SPINNING HEADSCISSORS TAKEDOWN!! Albright is dizzied, Sydal still waiting and going now for perhaps an ENZEGUIRI…Albright ducks, causing Sydal to fall flat on his stomach. In one smooth motion, Albright grips him by the midsection…WHEELBARROW SUPLEX!! OH MY!! Sydal is dunked on his head, Albright shooting a half and getting a big cover – 1…2…3-NO!! He’s still alive!

Albright doesn’t even think about letting up, taking his fellow rookie and whipping him violently towards an empty corner, sternum first. Sydal recoils right back into Albright’s clutches…GERMAN SUPLEX!! Another huge toss, Albright keeping the bridge – 1…2…NO!!! SYDAL IS STILL ALIVE!! Albright almost can’t believe it, but he doesn’t let up. He slaps Sydal in the back of the head before setting up his arms. Could he be going for a three-peat? It looks so, as he has Sydal all set up for a CONCUSSION CAUSING HALF-NELSON SUPLEX…NO!! Sydal jams the move with a weary, but well placed elbow. Albright has to reel away, but as he goes back towards Sydal…PELE KICK!! PELE KICK!! THE OVERHEAD KICK CONNECTS!!

An awe-inspiring move takes Albright off his feet, but Sydal isn’t done. He gets back to his feet and stands over the downed Mercenary…STANDING MOONSAULT!! The flashy Sydal actually pays for it there, as all those suplex drops on his head leave him spinning for a good few seconds after he hits the backflip splash. He shakes his head steady before going for a cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Albright rolls a shoulder now!! The weary Sydal further shakes the cobwebs out before trying to bring Albright to his feet, only to be shoved away. As Sydal tries to get back up, Albright leans against the ropes – and is blind tagged by Tyler Black! Black is the legal man again, Albright looking pissed. He doesn’t immediately exit, so when Sydal recovers, he rushes back towards Albright…but he doesn’t pay attention to Black climbing the top rope…A DECAPITATING DIVING HIGH KNEE FROM THE TOP ROPE!! Sydal’s head spins on his shoulders he’s hit so hard, the air leaving the Davis arena as he gets the cover – 1…2…3-NO!! KOFI KINGSTON MAKES THE SAVE!!

One of the only friends Sydal has bursts into the ring and makes the first unselfish motion of anyone in the match! Kingston smashes his rival off of his friend, leading to Black looking incredibly pissed and almost going after Kofi. He refocuses once the ref gets Kofi out, only to get DASHED WITH THE ENZEGUIRI!! Black has his lights out now!! Both men begin crawling on their hands and knees to their corners now, Black barely able to make it back to Brent Albright…and Sydal gets the hot tag to Kingston!! The hybrid wrestler immediately springboards off the top rope…AND HITS THE SKY-HIGH CROSSBODY ONTO BRENT ALBRIGHT!! An immediate cover – 1…2…3-NO!!

This still has lots of steam in it, but as soon as Albright gets up, he’s met with a trio helping of sway chops. Albright gets up a third time to try and clothesline Kofi, but Kingston ducks…AND NAILS AN S.O.S!! The ranhei for the cover – 1…2…NO!! Albright still has plenty life!! Brent gets up gripping at his neck, Kingston coming at him once again...SNAP OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY!! Kofi gets that great hangtime, but it doesn’t work in his favor here!! Albright is back on the aggression, but before he goes over to mess with Kofi again, he veers too close to Kingston’s corner. Here, Charlie Haas tries to maybe get a cheap shot, but Albright catches him in the act and KNOCKS HIM OFF THE APRON WITH A HARD BLOW!! Sydal is still down on the apron, recovering from his wounds, but now Kofi has no corner!

Albright realizes this, taking Kofi up from behind and looking for the killing blow and a Dynasty title shot with the HALF-NELSON SUPLEX…NO!! Kofi spins out, lands on his feet, and spins on his own…TROUBLE IN PARADISE…NO!! Brent ducks out of that as well and rebounds off the ropes behind him as Kingston comes down. Unbeknownst to him, Ken Doane slaps him on the back and blind tags himself in. Albright keeps running at the now hunched over Kofi…KNEE TREMBLER!! ALBRIGHT BORROWS REGAL’S FINISHER!! Kofi goes spinning to the canvas as the crowd lets forth their displeasure. But they start buzzing again because before Albright can try for a pin, Charlie Haas slides into the ring behind Albright…TOTAL HAASTILITY!! THE OLYMPIC SLAM CONNECTS!!

The crowd roars as Haas gives retribution to the rookie, but the crowd remains buzzing as he stays in the ring too long, watching Albright roll out. Ken Doane stalks behind him and forces him to turn around…RKDOANE!! RKDOANE!! THE CUTTER CONNECTS!! Haas’ head is driven into the canvas now!! He turns his attention towards the still KO’d Kingston, but as he does someone grabs him from behind…BLACK TO WHITE!! BLACK TO WHITE!! WHAT THE HELL?? Tyler Black nails the backdrop-to-reverse STO on his own tag team partner!! The one-man gray area indeed!

The crowd has a brief roar, perhaps out of confusion, but it quickly turns sour when he scours back over to the limp Kingston, grabs him from behind, and sets him up for the PEROXYSM…but Kingston spins out…TROUBLE IN PARADISE!! KOFI NAILS HIS RIVAL!! Black’s not the legal man, but Kingston looks over and tags in Matt Sydal anyway, who immediately ventures to the top rope and towers over Tyler Black…SHOOTING STAR PRESS!! AN ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL MANOUVER!! He sells the damage to his midsection on the blow, but he and Kingston have the crowd on fire after they push Black’s body out. But while they pump their fists momentarily, Ken Doane comes up from behind and pushes Sydal forward, banging heads with Kingston!! Kofi tumbles through the ropes, right in front of Kidman! Billy has to tend to the young competitor, while Doane rolls the legal Sydal back with the VICTORY ROLL – 1…2…3…!!!

Winner and NEW #1 Contender for the Dynasty Championship: Ken Doane at (14:41)

Doane steals one! He absolutely steals one! Doane gets the hell out of the ring and rolls away to the outside and slinks his way right back up the aisle with a big cocky grin on his face. Sydal is only able to look back and for the first time in AOW show…anger? Sydal is visibly peeved to the point where he once again tries to tap into his aggression and rush after Doane, but he’s restrained by Billy Kidman, who has leapt into the ring to keep back his pupil.


Romero:
Ken Doane just – he just totally stole one right from under the nose of Matt Sydal! Sydal might’ve had a shot at the Dynasty Championship!

Miz:
Stop being biased and selective, Steve! What about Tyler Black? He hit his own man! And what about Charlie Haas breaking in and starting a whole mess of trouble for everyone?

Romero:
That’s not the point, Mike! You can just see Matt Sydal, of all people, is peeved beyond anything we’ve ever seen in AOW or the Offseason for that matter.

Miz:
Forget this twerp. Focus on Ken Doane. He’s the #1 Contender now!

Romero:
Indeed he is, no matter what any of us think, although it was a fantastic six man tag match. But coming up later tonight, we’ll have a six-man dance to determine which OVW competitor will get their chance to earn a berth in the 2008 AOW Dynasty Tournament. That’s our main event!

Miz:
But first – we’ve got competition at it’s finest coming up!

Romero:
That’s right, folks. It’s AOW meets OVW – the Hooliganz will go head to head with one of the best rising tag teams in all of the wresting world – 4D! The unstable veterans meet the unreal athletes coming up next!


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


Once the streaming goes back live, we hear “CROSSING DIMENSIONS” spark a borderline techno sound. The arena is dark and we can’t see a thing until a throbbing ring of light surrounds the small stage spot in front of the curtain. We can see two figures in the shadows that are glowing before us, one on its knees and one standing with its arms open. The lights soon spaz out for a moment before giving us the image of Justin Gabriel and Steve Lewington to a big ovation. They come down the aisle pumped up, but very focused. They both slap hands and Gabriel even rocks out with the beat.

“LONDON CALLING” soon interrupts their in-ring celebration and puts the spotlight on the team of Paul London and Brian Kendrick, the Hooliganz, enter to much less flair, but just as much dramatics as they remove their masks and DASH down the aisle and slide into the ring, the Davis Arena popping just as big for them. The two teams then approach center ring and shake hands, nothing but competition keeping this one afloat.

AOW x OVW
The Hooliganz v. 4D


We step into this high-athletic contest roughly three minutes in, both teams flashing a little bit of pizazz, but London and Kendrick using their veteran prowess to keep the Unreal Athletes grounded. It’s Justin Gabriel and Brian Kendrick in the ring at the moment, Kendrick forcing Gabes to roll around and find a way out of the grounded hammerlock. Gabriel flashes his athleticism by twisting around, rolling over his own head, and wrenching Kendrick himself before pulling him in and flipping the aerodynamic Kendrick with an impressive MONKEY FLIP!!

Brian goes flinging into his corner, tagging in London in one clean move. The Texas native steps quickly into the ring and rushes towards the young South African, only for Gabriel to sidestep the vet and send him whipping into the ropes. On the rebound, Gabriel surprises London now with a crisp LEAPING CALF KICK that forces London to spit his gum out. Gabriel with a quick cover – 1…2…NO!! It’ll take more than that on these Hooliganz.

Gabriel forces London up, only to drag him to his corner now and tag in Lewington. 4D takes London now and flings him across the ring, rebounding right into a DOUBLE FREE FALL DROP!! Lewington takes control – 1…2…NO!! London lives! He takes London now and looks to set him up for suplex, but London quickly jams the move. He then takes Lewington up…FRONT DROP SUPLEX!! Lewington is dropped right onto his perfect abs, London backpedalling into his corner now and having Kendrick slap him on the back.

Kendrick surprises the youngster by SPRINGBOARDING into the ring, but the Brit ducks at the last second, Kendrick going right over him, only to land right on his feet behind him. With London still in the ring, he and Kendrick have a moment of unspoken synergy and look towards the kneeling Lewington…AND CRACK HIM IN THE JAW AND BACK OF THE HEAD WITH SIMULTANIOUS KICKS!! Lewington’s lifeless body drops to the canvas, but Kendrick has to take a moment to go and knock Gabriel off the apron. This may prove costly, as Kendrick then shoots the half of the larger Lewington and go for the lateral press – 1…2…3-NO!! Lewington somehow kicks out!!

Kendrick doesn’t play furious, instead opting to push his hair out of his face and take a few steps back while waiting for his British foe to recover…AND SNAP INTO HIS JAW AGAIN WITH A LOW DROPKICK!! Kendrick with another cover try – 1…2…3-NO!! Lewington prevails! He has to crawl on over to an empty corner though, using the ropes to get to his feet. Kendrick is in hot pursuit, rushing towards the corner-bound Brit…climbs up his chest…AND NAILS A BACKFLIP CORNER KICK!! WOW!! The chin and jaw of Steve is targeted yet again, the Englishman stumbling out of the corner. Kendrick rebounds off the ropes behind him, shooting back…AND CONNECTING WITH A HURRICANRANA!! BK is absolutely on fire here, hanging onto the hurricanrana and pinning Lewy’s shoulders down – 1…2…3-NO!! Lewington somehow snaps out!

Kendrick drifts back to his feet, now getting somewhat peeved. He tries to drag the youngster up with him, only for Lewington to spring to life with a fierce EUROPEAN UPPERCUT that sends Kendrick backpedalling. Kendrick shoots back with a hard forearm. The two exchange more blows until Kendrick gets the upper hand again, rebounding off the ropes behind him…then getting hoisted up in a MILITARY PRESS…AND DROPPED INTO A FRONT POWERSLAM!! Lewington, who isn’t exactly a powerhouse, breaks out a straight power move there! But even so, both men are down! Now it’s the crawling game, as both men try to reach their respective corners. Gabriel has long since recovered and returned to his corner, both he and London reaching hands…and both men TAG at exactly the same time!

Both Masters of the 450 Splash erupt into the ring, London flooring the kid with a hard clothesline, only for him to spring back up and hit him with one. London, likewise, springs back to his feet and goes for another clothesline, only for Gabriel to sling him over with a deep arm drag. London springs back up and returns the favor, the two exchanging another set of arm drags afterwards. The crowd is eating it up, but when London springs up to rush back at Gabriel again, he’s stunted with Justin pulls out the SPINNING HEEL KICK, crushing London’s jaw!! Another cover for the youngsters – 1…2…3-NO!! The goofy vets live on!

Gabriel seems a little frustrated, taking London up now and throwing him into the opposite ropes, but on the rebound, it’s London who surprises the young one and nails him with a SPINNING WHEEL KICK!! London going for another cover – 1…2…NO!! The kids live on! Before Gabriel can completely recover, London grabs him and wrenches his arm and turns him over for the OUTSIDE CRADLE – 1…2…3-NO!! Justin holds on! London pushes the hair out of his eyes and looks to rush at the fellow cruiserweight once more, but Gabriel leaps clean up and SMACKS him in the jaw with a perfect DROPKICK!! This throws London off, forcing him to a knee…ENZEGUIRI!! London is out cold – 1…2…3-NO!! London stays alive somehow!

Gabriel now takes London and drags him into his corner, where Lewington tags back in. Gabriel whips London into an empty corner, only for Lewington to whip Gabriel RIGHT ONTO LONDON, SANDWICHING HIM!! Gabriel then tosses Paul’s limp body back towards Lewington, catching his arms…BUTTERFLY SUPLEX!! The athletic Lewington keeps the bridge, executing another count – 1…2…3-NO!! KENDRICK MUSHROOM STOMPS ON LEWINGTON’S MIDSECTION!!

No one really saw that coming, but pop nonetheless. Lewington is now curled up, but he doesn’t tend to it for long. He smashes London once for good measure before opting to tag Gabriel right back in. Lewington takes London’s legs now and takes him up in the GIANT SWING, only for Gabriel to interrupt it…WITH A SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT!! YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING!?! 4D lives up to their ridiculous offensive reputation of stopping a momentous opponent with a freakin’ moonsault, the crowd erupting!! This is it, as Lewington goes over to knock Kendrick off the apron as Gabriel has to restick the landing and hit the cover – 1…2…3-NO!! London stays alive somehow!!

Kendrick jumps back onto the apron and pops, trying to get London into the corner and back in this thing. Gabriel tries to get London up, only for Paul to spring to life…NORTHERN LIGHTS TOSS!! Now it’s London’s turn to try and crawl, managing to hang onto the ropes and pull himself up…and getting the tag to Kendrick!! Brian again zips across the ring and first bashes Lewington off the apron, but he lands on his feet. Kendrick turns back to the ring, London barely on his feet, but helping him out with the groggy Gabriel…LEGSWEEP/CALF KICK COMBONATION!!

Kendrick helps pull London to his feet, only for the angered Lewington to come storming after them…duck under a double clothesline…DOUBLE SUPERKICK!! Lewington is down! Now, London heads back to the apron as Kendrick now takes Gabriel by the head, rushing towards his corner…SLICED BREAD!! SLICED BREAD!! Kendrick’s got him down, but he’s not done yet, immediately tagging back in London! The weary London crawls to the top rope…AND NAILS THE SOUTH AFRICAN WITH A DEVASTATING 450 SPLASH!! A cover – 1…2…3…!!!

Winners: The Hooliganz at (10:48)

And it’s over! London has to be pulled off of Gabriel’s body by his partner, who holds him up on his hip. The two have their hands raised in victory to a great ovation from Louisville. London falls from Kendrick holding him up, and when he does so, he falls on top of Gabriel again, apparently trying to help him back to his feet. But as London tries to do the sportsman thing with he and Kendrick’s back turned…the crowd starts buzzing. Kendrick looks up and turns around…BOOMSTICK!! JAY BRADLEY CRASHES THE RING AND NAILS KENDRICK WITH THE RUNNING LARIAT!! The exhausted London doesn’t realize his partner’s been taken out until he perhaps hears the crowd reaction, so he springs to his feet and turns to rush at Bradley…but Jay ducks…AND HITS LONDON NOW WITH THE BOOMSTICK!!

The Monster of the Midway uses fortune to take out both members of the Hooliganz, the commentators noting that his frustrations since OVW became affiliated with AOW seem to be completely boiling over here. So many standings in the loss column will do that to a guy. Bradley stands intensely over his prey, but then he notices Gabriel trying to make it back to his feet…and he looks at him like a hungry wolf. The Chicago native starts to wind his arm and stalk his prey…and then rushes in…ONLY TO BE HIT BY A DROPKICK BY LEWINGTON!!

Steve breaks back into the ring to save his tag team partner, Bradley knocked completely off of his game! He scrambles back to his feet and drunkenly approaches Lewington again, only for Steve to duck his attempt and wrap around Bradley’s neck….G-FORCE…the stumbling Bradley still stands…RIGHT INTO A GABRIEL SUPERKICK!! THE COMBINATION TAG TEAM MOVE HITS!! The crowd is hot right now for the Unreal Athletes, but also recovering are both members of the Hooliganz. They’re gripping their necks from their hard blows, but Gabriel and Lewington take up the prone body of Bradley…GET WELL SOON!! THE REVERSE STO/JUMPING ENZEGUIRI DESTROYS BRADLEY EVEN MORE!!

Gabriel and Lewington are wowed by the tag team move, only for everyone to look up…and Justin Gabriel’s on the top rope. The crowd is on their feet, while both ‘ganz and the Brit all point up to him…AND GABRIEL HITS HIS OWN 450 SPLASH!! He grips at his midsection to sell the blow, only for Lewington and Kendrick to shove his body under the ropes and to the floor, leaving four men who are legitimate tag team threats in the ring with an even stronger competitive bond. They all grab hold of one another’s wrists…and all four men hold their arms high.


Romero:
Jay Bradley’s frustrations regarding the OVW administration boils over to the point where he assaults four incredible athletes and he more than pays the price.

Miz:
Oh, so OVW isn’t much different than AOW then. Guy gets jumped for having heart.

Romero:
Stop it. A fantastic contest somewhat spoiled, but despite that, these two teams showed what the true nature of AOW is all about and that’s the spirit of competition. Heck, London and Kendrick were involved in the first ever match in AOW history to illustrate that and they’re passing it on to the next wave.

Miz:
You wanna talk new wave? How about those six guys coming up with a shot to actually break into the AOW title scene?

Romero:
For one of the final six AOW competitors who were in that Lucky 27 Battle, that could come to pass. They’ll have a shot at the AOW Championship if they can make it in and win. Perez, Galloway, Tarver, Riley, Murdoch, and our newest member, Chris Hero will all be at each other’s throats. Who will be the last man standing? Find out, next!


~Backstage, the OVW Interview set…


Torrie Wilson:
Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time…a very close friend of mine. Christian Cage.
~Torrie is very somber, as Cage matches her tone as he steps into frame

Torrie Wilson:
Christian, you’ve been awful cryptic about things on your mind for a long time. But I think a lot of people really want to know what’s really on your mind right now?
~Cage readjusts the AOW Championship over his shoulder and stares down

Christian:
Torrie, you of all people should know how hard I’ve worked to get here. How much I’ve had to knock down, how many dragons I’ve had to slay to get right here with this title and the respect that I’ve gained. And I thought…I thought everything would be okay when Chris Jericho was dethroned and I got my hands on the ultimate prize.
~Christian peers over his shoulder at his title, the camera doing a quick zoom in

Christian:
Chris Jericho was a monster. He destroyed every hope, every dream, every whim of decency that even grazed his thoughts and crushed every one he faced not just physically, not just psychologically, but spiritually. And as much as everyone hated him, he was the man on top of the mountain. And he made damn sure he knocked everyone…else…down.
~Cage jabs his index finger at the ground for emphasis

Christian:
But then I dethroned him. And as hungry as I’ve been for years, as many demons as I’ve had to finally get my hands on this world title…I was blinded by my pursuit. So badly. I was so driven by all my falls from the summit that I didn’t realize what it’d actually be like to get there. And now I’m here. And now I realize that I took Jericho down, I knocked the king of the mountain off his perch…
~Cage gets more distant

Christian:
…but now I realize someone has to take his place.
~An intense pause, Cage looking off for a moment before his voice grows in intensity

Christian:
Being at the top means pushing everyone else down. Being on top of the food chain means it’s your job to knock everyone else down. The very same men who have worked their assess off the very same as I did. I have to drown them the same way Jericho did…or I’ll get pushed off. To keep this…I have to be everything I was fighting against.
~Christian wipes his forehead, not liking that logic, but having to come to terms with it

Christian:
And after all that hard work, all that sacrificing, the very first man I faced for this title was a guy who has been in this business literally the same amount of time as I have. Jamie Noble and I have both been in that squared circle non-stop for thirteen years. As hard as it was for me to think about pushing him back down the mountain, y’know what was even harder? Not even beating him.
~Cage is looking right at Wilson now, her eyes filled with overwhelming concern

Christian:
With all due respect to Jamie Noble, believe me, it was a fight. But when I had to topple a self-proclaimed god to get a hold of this…only to not even be able to defeat a guy who, to be frank, isn’t?
~Now there’s concern in Cage’s voice

Christian:
Torrie…have I earned this? Have I earned the right to even be on the mountain, pushing my peers off? What right do I have to carry this prestigious strap when I’m possibly not good enough? Not man enough? Am I just a pretender? Am I the king of the mountain, obliviously rolling all the way back down to rock bottom, still holding onto his crown and scepter?
~Cage has genuine doubt in his voice, quivering

Christian:
And y’know, if there’s anything I learned from the last time I felt like this, it’s that I’m not afraid to look for help now. I’m not afraid to say I don’t know everything. I was hoping to maybe get a hold of a guy who knows about something like this. A guy whose very presence in this company leaves him wondering who he is every day. And that guy is Shawn Michaels.
~There’s a pop heard beyond the walls, but Cage doesn’t even acknowledge it

Christian:
If I want to be champion, I have to be man enough for everything that comes with it. And I have to know I’m that man. Since no one can find Shawn Michaels - Jamie Noble. Listen up. I have to find out for myself.
~Cage now looks directly at the camera, a focus on just his head. His eyes are glowing with purpose

Christian:
At the Finale of this Offseason, I will use my Champion’s Choice. And the man I’m gonna face is you, once again. With this AOW World Championship on the line. But this time, I want no time limits. I want nothing holding you or I back from knowing which one is man enough. Which one of us is able to be on top of the mountain. I have to know.
~Cage pauses, his eyes just radiating in a haunting combination of doubt, anger, and perhaps fear of the unknown

Christian:
I have to know if I’m worth it…and if this title’s worth it.
~Cage’s intense gaze holds, hauntings us in its frame all the way until we fade away…


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


Coming back to the live stream, “HELL IN SCOTLAND” is playing as Drew Galloway makes his way to the ring, full kilt on and semi-crazed expression on his face. When he steps in the ring and plays to the fans, the look disappears and becomes more normal, if focused. He then undoes his kilt and takes it off, showing more traditional wrestling tights underneath. He bounces off the ropes to warm up, the whole action garnering a great pop.

After that, “COACH K” plays, being the theme for the entire Varsity Squad. All three members – “Coach” Kruel, Johnny Jeter, and the match participant, Alex Riley, step out from the curtain onto the aisle area. They get in what looks like a football huddle before they clap hands and both Kruel and Jeter give Riley pats on the shoulder before he heads on the down the aisle, alone and without his stablemates in this one

“DANGER” hits the fray now, as the very intimidating instrumental makes way for Tyson Tarver to spray back the curtain and give way to his equally intimidating walk. He’s got the bandana over his mouth, nose, and neck, giving him that sort of ‘ninja’ look, but he’s all serious coming down the ramp, only pulling it down to reveal his whole face when he gets to the base

As he approaches the ring, “Y’ALL SOME BUSTAS” carries a more hip-hopish tune, which signals the arrival of the biggest man in the match, Brodus Murdoch. Murdoch lets out a roar as he bursts through the curtain and keeps his intensity all the way down the ramp, the fans loving Murdoch and cheering for him as the mastodon struts

When he rolls in, it’s time for our Offseason’s second helping of “CHRIS IS AWESOME”, making it three hip-hop beats in a row, but nonetheless, this one gives way for Chris Hero, making his second match in mainstream wrestling. He’s got the same jump in his step as he did two weeks ago, cracking his neck and sprinting the last portion of his walk to the ring

And every single man in the ring’s ire is turned back to the curtains when “LA CRITICA” plays now, as a massive array of heat comes down for the OVW Heavyweight Champion, Eric Perez. He’s wearing sunglasses at night and inside, increasing his douche factor, but he’s also carrying himself with the great class he speaks so highly of. He takes his shades off and steps into the ring, his Puerto Rican flag design tights getting a quick close up and getting the match underway


MAIN EVENT
~Winner Receives Birth in the 2008 AOW Dynasty Tournament~
*6-Way Dance*

OVW Heavyweight Champion Eric Perez v. Chris Hero v. Brodus Murdoch v. Alex Riley v. Drew Galloway v. Tyson Tarver


From the ringing of the bell, Brodus Murdoch makes a beeline for his rival, Eric Perez. It’s also Galloway and Tyson Tarver, two men who have traded victories in their tenure in OVW, who start ripping at one another’s throats. This leaves two of OVW’s more recent newcomers, Chris Hero and Alex Riley, to pair off and go at each other. These separate matches actually last for the first several minutes of the contest, these men just laying into each other. It’s not until around the four minute mark that Brodus completely floors Perez long enough to rush over to Galloway and Tarver…AND CLOTHESLINE THEM BOTH OVER THE TOP ROPE!!

If this were battle royal rules they’d be eliminated, but all it does is allow them to flop to the padded outside. It’s Chris Hero who dares to approach the mastodon next, and he gets a huge BATTERING RAM TO THE CHEST!! Hero now hits the canvas and rolls under the bottom rope out of the ring, only for Murdoch to peer over and see Riley crack him in the back of the head, only for the Varsity Villain to see a BRUTAL THROAT THRUST that then flows right into Murdoch tossing him up and over the top rope! The ring is emptied now, leaving only Murdoch and the man who has duped him multiple times in OVW…the OVW Champion Eric Perez.

Murdoch licks his chops as the crowd roars in approval. Perez is recovering in a corner, only to be completely SANDWICHED BY THE MONSTER TRUCK THAT IS MURDOCH!! Perez peels off the iron post like a bug off a flyswatter, flopping to the mat. Murdoch would like nothing more here than to eliminate the champion with a cover –

1…

2…

NO!!

Perez won’t go down just like that! Even so, the ‘classy’ Puerto Rican blatantly jabs a THUMB TO THE EYE of Murdoch as he tries to get him back to his feet. Ray Ramsey admonishes him for that, but it doesn’t stop Perez from now trying to take control somehow. Matters aren’t helped when outside the ring, Chris Hero and Tyson Tarver start up a brawl, with Riley and Galloway interjecting. Ramsey has to turn his attention away, giving Perez all the time in the world to pull more heel tactics.

The commentators again remind us of Murdoch’s constant anger, which explodes once again on Perez and shoves him all the way across the ring into the opposite corner. Murdoch charges for another BODY AVALANCHE…but Perez sees this one coming, and sidesteps, sending Murdoch crashing into the steel himself. Brodus turns right towards Perez…who blatantly SPITS IN MURDOCH’S FACE!! Ramsey turns around now, only to see Murdoch get absolutely enraged. Brodus wraps his huge hands around Perez’s throat and forces him back into a corner, CHOKING THE LIFE OUT OF HIS RIVAL!! The mastodon is seething, not hearing Ramsey’s counting…AND RAMSEY COUNTS TO FIVE!!

ELIMINATION #1 via DQ: Brodus Murdoch at (6:45)

And Murdoch still won’t let go! Ramsey has to try and physically pull the 300+ pound titan off his champion rival, but he just won’t! Murdoch finally does let go, only to glare and follow Ramsey away from this prey! In near Undertaker-like fashion, Brodus Murdoch chases off the ref. As he turns his attention back at Perez, he sees that he’s flanked by other referees and officials, everyone now trying to get the big man out of the ring. Murdoch isn’t any kind of calmer, trying to break the wall of officials, but he’s backed away. He’s forced out of the ring and out of the match, looking back at Perez…who has an absolute shit-eating grin plastered all over his face.

This garners a great deal of heat, but Perez doesn’t have much time to grin much longer because Chris Hero and Drew Galloway burst into the ring and start unloading on the still cornered champion. Perez covers up and rolls away to defend himself, leaving the Scot and the Ohio native to now go at each other. The two begin exchanging blow after blow, but soon their fight is stopped when Alex Riley grabs a hold of Galloway’s foot and drags him out of the ring. That leaves Hero open to turn an about face and see Tyson Tarver LEVEL HIM WITH A CLOTHESLINE!! Tarver with a potentially big cover –

1…

2…

3-NO!!

Hero stays alive! Tarver doesn’t let up on the vigilant Hero, taking him up and knocking him back with a hard right hand. Hero backpedals into the ropes, only for Tarver to grab hold of his wrist and whip him across the ring. On the rebound, Hero smacks Tarver in the face with a kick when he lowers his head. This gets Hero to backpedal once again, rushing right back at Tarver…OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY TOSS!! Absolutely launched overhead is That Young Knockout Kid, Tarver with another big cover –

1…

2…

3-NO!!

Hero remains ever determinant! Tarver grits his teeth in frustration now, but before he can deal any more damage to Chris, he’s stopped by a blow to the back of the head by Alex Riley. A peek outside shows that Galloway is down near the barricade, having been forced into it by Riley. Alex takes Tarver’s head and bounces it off a corner before ascending to the middle rope on top of him. He starts bouncing fists off his head with the 10 Punch, but being a heel, not many in the crowd join along. Before he can finish, however, Tarver has enough wits about him to actually TOSS RILEY OFF OF HIM AND TO THE FLOOR!! The Varsity Villain is knocked off the top as quickly as he got there! Tarver has no time to recover or celebrate, for as soon as Riley hits the floor, a revived Chris Hero rushes at Tarver…and nails him with the FLYING WING!! THE INSIDE ELBOW CONNECTS!! Tarver groggily steps out of the corner from the blow, while the rejuvenated Hero rushes off the ropes behind him and raises a big boot…and nails Tarver in the skull with the MAFIA KICK!! Tyson goes down as Hero makes his own big cover –

1…

2…

3-NO!!

Tyson stays alive! It’s Hero’s turn now to try and hoist Tarver back up, getting him in the perfect suplex position…CRASH LANDING!! The rolling suplex is landed expertly by Hero, the Davis Arena booming for the move! Hero has all the momentum now, winding up his arm and starting to pull down his elbow pad…he’s getting ready for a big elbow! The crowd is popping huge…only for Hero to be stopped when his ankle is grabbed. It’s not Riley this time, but a recovered Eric Perez. Hero actually grabs hold of the rope and HITS AN AIDED DROPKICK to pack Perez away!

The crowd keeps on cheering, only for it to disappear…KILL SHOT!! HERO GETS DRILLED WITH THE KILL SHOT!! Tarver had all the distraction he needed to crack Hero in the jaw! Hero falls like a stone, his head an arm actually grazing the ropes on their way down. Tarver reaches over to pull Hero away…but he’s pulled from behind into a SCHOOL BOY!! Alex Riley ambushes everyone once again, catching Tarver from behind! Ramsey gets down to his duties –

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{RILEY PUTS HIS FEET ON THE ROPES~!!]

...3….!!!

ELIMINATION #2: Tyson Tarver at (10:54)

And Alex Riley pulls a fast one on a fellow heel!! Now it’s Tarver’s turn to absolutely fume! Tyson nearly lunges at the slithery Riley, but Ramsey has a bit more success at restraining him than he did Murdoch earlier. Heel tactics are running wild here! Even with the easier dismissal, Riley doesn’t get the chance to turn back around and capitalize. Instead, he’s gripped from behind by Eric Perez…FULL NELSON SLAM!! Perez impressively nails Riley, but he doesn’t go for a cover on him, instead opting to try and pull Chris Hero away from the ropes. His psychology may be a little off, but that’s why this is developmental, as he tries to hook a leg on Chris –

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2…

3-NO!!

He took too long and Hero survives! Perez doesn’t cry for too long, leaping off and turning onto the downed body of Riley –

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NO!!

Riley kicks out as well! Perez stands a little bit more agitated, taking Riley up and chunking him out of the ring and to the floor. Hoping to clean things up, Perez now has Hero all to himself, only to be stopped by a BIG BOOT FROM DREW GALLOWAY!! The Mad Scot is back in this thing, taking the surprised Perez and perhaps trying to eliminate him –

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2…

NO!!

Perez has life, but he’s quickly chunked into a corner and hit with a NASTY CORNER FOREARM!! Not as bad as Murdoch’s but Perez stumbles out either way, Galloway now hoisting Perez on his shoulders for something…NO!! Perez manages to slink off behind him and set him up now for the FULL NELSON SLAM…NO!!

Galloway lowers a shoulder and sends Perez rolling over it, the OVW Champion trying to get back to his feet only to meet a BULLRUSHING GALLOWAY ELBOW!! THE RUNNING ELBOW SMASH!! Perez damn near loses some teeth as he’s hit so hard, he flops through the ropes! Galloway has no real time to celebrate, as Chris Hero is up and wrapping his arms around Galloway’s midsection…GERMAN SUPLEX!! A somewhat sloppy suplex, but it gets the point across as Hero keeps the bridge –

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2…

3-NO!!

Galloway throws his legs up! Galloway tries his best to get back to his feet, but Hero has to pull on his long hair to help him the rest of the way. Hero grips at Galloway’s head…AND LOCKS IN A CRAVATE!! THE CRAVATE!! The crowd is still unfamiliar with the move, but it looks incredibly impressive, aggressive, and painful as Hero whips the big guy around to try and wrench his face off. After a moment or so, Hero stops and pops his hips…CRAVATE SUPLEX!! MERCY!! Hero is showing all kinds of new sides here, the Davis Arena loving it! As he tosses Galloway back, he doesn’t go for an immediate cover. Instead, he rushes at him…and HITS HIM WITH A DOUBLE FOOT STOMP…RIGHT INTO A STANDING SENTON!! Hero pulling it all out here, pulling Galloway away from the ropes now –

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2…

3-NO!!

GALLOWAY HAS LIFE!! The crowd pops because of both men’s face billing, Hero a little frustrated. He keeps his tongue in cheek and pushes his hair out of his face. He stalks Drew a bit as he groggily tries to get back to his feet, trying his best to get back up. Hero wants a killing blow, rushing off the ropes and springing back towards Galloway…only for Galloway to flip him upside down with the TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER!! Galloway torques the nimble Hero! He barely has time to push the long locks out of his face before the crowd starts buzzing intensely. Galloway looks up to see what they’re buzzing about…to see ALEX RILEY LEAPING WITH A FLYING CLOTHESLINE OFF THE TOP ROPE!! Riley smashes Galloway in the face with the incredibly surprising move, the athlete that is the Varsity Villain takes out the Mad Scot!! Riley now scrambles for the surprise cover –

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3-NO!!

GALLOWAY STAYS DETERMINANT!! Riley has a right to be frustrated at that one, but as he pounds the mat he’s STRUCK WITH A STIFF BOOT FROM ERIC PEREZ!! Perez continues to pick his spots in a typical heel champion way, taking the stupefied Riley now and tossing him across the ring. On the rebound, Perez hoists Riley up…SITOUT SPINEBUSTER!! Riley’s spine is DRIVEN into the canvas!! Once again, Alex is quick to go down, but with a little more ‘oomph’ this time. Perez is gathering steam here, turning now to see that Galloway is trying to get to his feet…AND NAILS HIM IN THE FACE WITH THE LOW SINGLE-LEG DROPKICK!! The leg explodes off Galloway’s jaw, knocking him right back out cold.

But Perez doesn’t have time to pin either Riley or Galloway because rushing right back at him again is Chris Hero, the superhero named indy talent comes bullrushing at Perez with malicious intent on his mind…BUT HE’S CAUGHT IN A SPINNING SIDESLAM!! A PERFECT SCRAPBUSTER!! Hero is thrown and twisted into a mess, bodies scattered all over the ring at the hands of the OVW Champion now! He’s getting an incredible amount of heat and he gets even more of it when he pulls Hero up by his hair and puts him in position for a spinout powerbomb…the LA CRITICA. The crowd is buzzing considerably for this…but as Perez finds out, it’s not all for him. He turns to see BRODUS MURDOCH ROARING BACK DOWN THE AISLE!!

A swarm of officials and security are following him, but even they can’t catch a 300 lb. man when he’s got full momentum behind him!! Safe to say Murdoch has Perez’s complete and undivided attention, forcing him to drop Hero and go near the ropes. Murdoch is once again being restrained by everyone and their mother, the fans absolutely losing their shit here. Perez and Murdoch scream words at one another, although Murdoch’s words look and sound more like a rabid dog barking. The huge man beast is finally sedated enough to be pushed on back up the aisle, another asshole grin popping up on Perez’s face. The crowd keeps buzzing as the Suplex Machine is escorted out…AND BLOWS A HUGE POP WHEN CHRIS HERO NAILS PEREZ IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THE DEATH BLOW!! THE ROLLING ELBOW TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD CONNECTS!! The big man in Perez is positively concussed as he drops to the canvas like a mighty oak, Hero hooking a leg and the crowd all kinds of pumped –

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3…!!

ELMINATION #3: Eric Perez at (17:11)

Just like that, Chris Hero, in his second match ever in OVW or in the professional leagues, has just pinned the OVW Heavyweight Champion! Unbelievable! Give an assist to Murdoch, but nonetheless, the standing in the box score stands. Hero wearily gets to his feet, but pumps a fist and has to lean up against the ropes for support. There’s only three men left now, but once again, these OVW guys don’t give each other any time to breathe or celebrate. Once Hero is up, Alex Riley forces himself on him and rams several shoulders into the prone gut of the stringy haired Ohio native.

Riley himself is stopped when he gets a clubbing blow to his back from the recovering Galloway, but all three men appear to be nearing dead-on-their-feet status. Drew pulls Riley away and then rushes for a clothesline, but Riley ducks him. It’s Riley now who charges for a clothesline…AND SENDS BOTH MEN TUMBLING OVER WITH A CACTUS CLOTHESLINE!! Intentional or not, now both men are on the floor, leaving Chris Hero the only man in the ring and tending to his tender ribs. He looks outside to see the only men alongside him remaining struggling to get to their feet when he rushes and bounces off the ropes…AND HITS A SUMMERSAULT PLANCHA ONTO BOTH MEN!! THE TOPE CON HERO DOWNS ALL THREE MEN!! The Davis Arena is in love with that, popping like mad!

Hero may have used his last bit of energy for that big move, but he drags himself up to grab hold of Galloway and shove him up under the bottom rope. Both men roll in with their messes of hair making things a little untamed, but Hero crawls to what could be a massive cover –

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3-NO!!

Galloway, somehow, still has life in this thing! Hero pushes his hair back some more, only to try and force Galloway to his feet. But Drew gets a spark of life, putting Hero on his shoulders…NAILING HIM WITH THE FIREMAN’S CARRY GUTBUSTER!! It’s only the single-knee version, but at this stage in the match, it does everything it needs to! It’s Galloway’s turn now for a huge cover –

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3-NO!! HERO STAYS ALIVE NOW!!

It’s Drew’s turn to get frustrated, looking more crazy than he did a move ago. Galloway forces Hero up then shoves him between his legs. Galloway looks to potentially go for a POWERBOMB here…but as Hero is flipped up, he hops right over the Scot’s head, landing behind him. He then grabs hold of Galloway’s head…perhaps ready to debut the HERO’S WELCOME…NO!! Galloway twists his way out of it, gets the short arm, and pulls Hero in with some double underhooks…SCOT SHOCK!! SCOT SHOCK CONNECTING!! THE SNAP DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT STIFFENS HERO!! The crowd throws a mixed reaction, but it’s mostly a big pop as Galloway now looks to cover Hero –

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3…!!

ELMINATION #4: Chris Hero at (20:23)

And Hero is the next man gone! There’s only two men left now – Alex Riley, the slithery varsity jock who will do anything underhanded to make the grade and Drew Galloway, the crazy focused brawler who has shown more than his fair share of heart in this match. Riley climbs into the ring right after Hero’s pinfall, again keeping with the theme that these guys don’t give each other any space. He starts stomping like mad all over the Mad Scot, but Drew lives up to his name and lets out an adrenaline roar that scares Riley all the way into a corner. A close-up of Galloway shows he’s truly got a mad expression on, looking damn near like an animal. His long hair only makes things more tribal. He then lunges…AND STARTS GOING AT RILEY WITH A FLURRY OF BLOWS!!

Riley has to cover up from all the offense, but he too taps into the inner regions of his character and person, as the Mad Scot pulls out his crazy, the Varsity Villain pulls out his football star, actually TACKLING GALLOWAY TO THE CANVAS LIKE A LINEBACKER!! These two have initiated an all-out brawl, even in their exhausted states! Ramsey has a hard time trying to separate the two, forcing both men to a vertical position. Perhaps the fresher of the two, it’s Riley who stands first and waits for Galloway, only to rush at him and HAMMER HIM DOWN WITH A THUNDEROUS RUNNING STO!! The ‘Game Changer’ or so it’s called absolutely floors Galloway, Riley now getting to the count –

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3-NO!!

Galloway shows he still has plenty heart! Or maybe he’s just crazy enough now to not want to give up. Either way, Riley gets a tad frustrated and grabs on Galloway’s hair to get him up before getting him in a front headlock…looking for a BIG DDT…NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!! Galloway counters big and keeps the bridge –

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3-NO!!

Now it’s Riley’s turn to show some resolve, forcing Galloway to drop the bridge. Galloway tries to up his energy again, but we can see he’s dead tired. It’s Riley who takes advantage of this, surprising Galloway with a BEHEADING CLOTHESLINE. This nets him enough ‘oomph’ to toss Drew into a corner and rush after him…STINGER SPLASH!! A big body sandwich takes the team out of Galloway, who drifts right back into A-Ry’s clutches…HIP TOSS NECKBREAKER!! An impressive move that gets the Scot down, Riley trying hard here to get into the Dynasty Tournament –

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3-NO!!

SOMEHOW, GALLOWAY STAYS!! Riley is really getting pissed here, pounding the mat and telling Ramsey ‘that was definitely three!’ Ramsey affirms the two count, forcing Riley to stalk Galloway from behind as he wearily drags back to his feet. As soon as he touches a vertical base, the Villain puts Galloway on his shoulder…going for the FINAL SCORE…NO!! Galloway slides off his back and lands behind him, getting him in an inverted headlock and lifting him up…SLINGSHOT INVERTED SUPLEX!! HOW ABOUT THAT ONE!! Galloway showing some genuine ingenuity there, Kentucky popping big as he crawls over with a berth clinching cover –

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3-NO!!

THE REF IS PULLED FROM UNDER THE RING!!

Who the hell did that? None other than Johnny Jeter and Mike “Coach” Kruel – the Varity Squad! The stablemates of Alex Riley finally pop up in the most opportune of moments! Galloway is beyond pissed here, but with on ref, there’s no one to hold these two fresh men back as they storm into the ring and start BEATING THE SCOTSMAN TO A PULP!! The crowd throws tremendous heat at the heinous crew, but Galloway soon fights back, managing to shove away Johnny Jeter and fend off Kruel with a series of hard fists. As he does that, Jeter actually leaps on his back, forcing Galloway to stop with Kruel…to BACKPEDAL HARD INTO A CORNER!!

Jeter hits the iron post hard, forcing him down and rolling out of the ring. Kruel uses that moment to fire right back, coming back at Galloway with a series of blows of his own. That is until Drew recollects himself and tosses Kruel now into the corner, now delivering bow after blow to him! Kruel drifts out of the corner now to eat a CLOTHESLINE THAT SENDS KRUEL OVER!! But out of the corner of the frame comes Johnny Jeter...he’s aiming for the leaning over Scot…AND SMASHES HIM IN THE HEAD WITH…AN ATHLETIC CUP??? The hard plastic that’s designed to withstand Mack truck hits from football and baseball players rockets off Galloway’s skull!!

Ramsey finally is able to crawl back into the ring, but not before Jeter is able to toss the cup away at ringside, which we can see actually as a little trail of blood on it. A look back into the ring sees Galloway all kinds of dizzied, and a look at his left eye reveals that he is busted open just a tad. He stumbles, unable to keep anything together as he veers right into the clutches of Riley…who hoists him on his shoulders…FINAL SCORE!! RILEY NAILS THE FINAL SCORE!! The TKO connects as Riley climbs on top of the Scot and exhaustingly hooks a leg as the bumped Ramsey goes with the slow count –

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3…!!!

Winner and guaranteed a berth in the 2008 Dynasty Tournament: Alex Riley at (26:03)

There it is! The sneakiest dog in the fight, the snottiest jock in the joint is going to make his AOW debut in the biggest Tournament in history! Riley can hardly contain his joy, his arms being raised to the sky amidst a downpour of heat. It rains even harder when the rest of the Varsity Squad hoist Riley on their shoulders like they just won a championship trophy.


Romero:
There you see it, folks. By incredibly shady and dirty means, Alex Riley, the Varsity Villain, will make his AOW debut as a member of the AOW Dynasty Tournament for a shot at the AOW Championship.

Miz:
Bravo! Bravo! Encore!

Romero:
Of course you’d cheer, but that’s all we have for you this week, folks! But in two weeks time, don’t miss our Offseason Finale Supershow, where we’ll be here for two whole hours with incredible capping off action! Good night to all and join us back here on May 21st!


The night appears to be over… but we cut to backstage in Al Snow’s office, where we see Al looking very conflicted when he’s watching a television screen. He’s not too happy with the way things turned out, but his displeasure dissipates when a sweating OVW Champion storms into the room


Perez:
Did you not see that?? Brodus Murdoch completely cost me a shot to be in the Dynasty Tournament! You said that spot was mine!!

Snow:
I said no such thing. Nothing’s guaranteed in wrestling. Besides, I don’t think you have time to worry about the Dynasty Tournament. Because on the Offseason Finale on the 21st, you’ve got yourself a title defense.
~…and Eric flips out

Perez
:
WHAT!?! A TITLE DEFENSE!? AFTER I WAS ROBBED???

Snow:
It’s gonna be you, Eric Perez, defending that title against the man who pinned you tonight, Chris Hero, a man who was screwed more than you, Drew Galloway, and the man you yourself screwed out of the match…your old pal Brodus Murdoch.
~Perez completely loses it, dropping all hints of ‘class’

Perez
:
Oh, BULLSHIT! Is there anything else you wanna tell me without my approval, huh, Mr. Commissioner??

Snow:
Actually, yeah. Because that Fatal 4-Way is normally No DQ. And it still will be. Except because of the stunts you pulled tonight, it’ll be No DQ for everyone but you.
~The crowd has no reaction to this, possibly not even aware this segment is happening, but Perez does enough reacting for everyone

Perez
:
This – this is an OUTRAGE!

Snow:
Maybe next time you won’t be such a brownnose and go crying to Mr. Heyman.
~Snow walks out of frame, leaving Perez speechless, the Classiest Man in Puerto Rico throbbing in anger as we finally

FADE…

TO…

BLACK…


END SHOW




.:Confirmed for May 21st Offseason Finale Supershow:.

NO TIME LIMITS
~AOW World Heavyweight Championship~

Christian Cage(c) v. Jamie Noble

~OVW Heavyweight Championship~
*No DQ rules for everyone EXCEPT Eric Perez*

Eric Perez(c) v. Brodus Murdoch v. Drew Galloway v. Chris Hero

~AOW Dynasty Championship~
CM Punk(c) v. Ken Doane



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Again, appreciate the kind words of the great one named Alcho. Now that I have approval in-thread of both my favorite created thread proprietors, this place feels a little more complete. I've been giving your current thread a peek, Alcho, and barring my excessive laziness completely taking over me, I'll say something nice in there pretty soon P.S. Team America is great, but I was thinking more this during that package -



Yeah. That just screams the 'struggle of the 'hood'.. Anyway, the goofiness out of the way, the latest show is still open for any feedback, but here's what you came here to see - actual stuff...

Quote:
Originally Posted by The Informer
The recent Mick Foley interview with Brian Alvarez over at Figure Four revealed several interesting things about AOW behind the scenes and in the inner workings of how this still primordial company is coming to form. One of the things Foley seemed to dodge around a bit was the notion of AOW’s finances. What Foley said in the interview was that AOW has been having an easier time finding sponsors now that they have a project already running. Foley wasn’t kidding, as the technical sponsor for AOW has been said to be Cadbury Schweppes Americas Beverages, the company that owns several soft drink labels in the United States (such as Dr. Pepper, Snapple, and Hawaiian Punch). The organization doesn’t look to be marketed too much in AOW, due to their ‘technical sponsor’ billing. AOW will get to keep its profits, seeing as how Cadbury will be getting their cut from sponsoring the events from FOX and FX themselves. What that means is simply that this sponsor will cover the costs of medical supplies as well as hotel accommodations when AOW goes abroad, as well as potentially helping with production costs.

That being said, what Foley only said was part of the truth. While it has technically been easier for AOW to get sponsors now than last year, it’s been difficult all around for everyone in wrestling. Following the tragic Chris Benoit headlines last summer, the public view of professional wrestling really hasn’t gotten better, and advertisers have been extremely cold on the notion of investing in investing in something with such a negative stock. This would potentially explain why Layfield and Heyman would’ve had to travel all the way to a Texas based company to pitch for sponsorship rather than anything in the New York area picking the company up. This would also explain why Cadbury is only a ‘technical sponsor’, which keeps it as a more behind-the-scenes sponsor than one exploitable on television so often.

With that being said, this sponsorship could work heavily in the favor of AOW when it comes to perhaps solidifying an international market. Cadbury Schweppes, the mother corporation to the American version, is a British based company that could potentially, eventually, help them get a foothold oversees. While the company is perhaps a ways away from actually performing overseas, knowing Heyman, this could lead to an interest in more oversees talents to be recruited.

On the further downside of this, however, is that it’s possible the company agreed to help sponsor so long as it’s immune from helping pay off anything the WWE wants in regards to the MVP/Antonio Banks fiasco. As we noted earlier, the preliminary trial for that was just before the Offseason began and the second and final hearing of it will take place on May 30th, not too long after the Offseason ends. It’s there that AOW will find out how much they will have to pay and what sort of penalty Banks will be facing in regards to television usage/contract details. AOW has not been legally allowed to have Banks perform in a wrestling capacity for the entire duration of the Offseason, however finding a loophole by using him in their online exclusive web clips.

Speaking of things concerning Antonio Banks in story, there’s actually no word yet on whether JTG and Shad – formerly known in the WWE as Cryme Time – have actually been inked to a deal. The two were released last year, only to show up unexpectedly in Banks’ video packages in the Offseason. The two have been paid per appearance so far, but have yet to confirm to signing anything long-term.

Until next time, this has been The Informer…

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Spoiler for Colon & Son Cleaning Services:

We open in what looks like the Colon’s coconut stand back in Puerto Rico. Hispanic music can be heard playing on a radio as Carlito has an incredible pout while he wipes down the coconut milk stained countertop. His hair bounces with each push of his arm. When it looks like he’s done, he throws the rag in his hand down (WITH AUTHORITY~!!).

Carlito:
HEY, POP!! I’M DONE!!
~On cue and not too long afterward, Carly Colon Sr. brushes back his curtain of a door and looks inside

Colon Sr.
Good. Now come here.
~Colon motions with his finger for his son to follow him. Carlito begrudgingly doing so, the camera following them as they travel across a beach landscape. It looks absolutely gorgeous and as Carlito referenced in our last viewing, there’s Boricua booty everywhere. Carlito is grinning up a storm to these ladies, but his father stops walking suddenly to turn and look at him. Carlito’s smiling stops until they stop walking again a few more steps away. It looks like another small booth, but upon seeing it, Carlito looks pissed

Carlito:
OH NO!! DERE’S NO WAY IN HELL J’U ARE GETTING CARLITO TO CLEAN DAT!!

Colon Sr.
Calles la boca. Shut up j’ur mouth an’ clean. An’ when j’u are done, find a way to apologize to j’ur fellow Hispanic wrestlers.

Carlito:
But Pop –

Colon Sr.
CALLES LA BOCA AN’ CLEAN DE DAMN BATHROOMS~!!
~Carlito hangs his head low as Carlito opens the door to the tropical latrine, his father reaching over and giving him a mop. Carlito goes into a stall and opens it before freaking the fuck out

Carlito:
OH, HELL NO!! Dad, dis is where Ebola came from…!!
~And on that note, Carly Sr. just slams the bathroom door in his son’s face, a small smirk coming on before we hear the jangling of some keys as they go into his pocket. He walks away to the sound of his son now locked in the bathroom drifting behind him

Colon Sr.:
He must learn humility an’ discipline. I think he’ll do better this time.
~The smirk stays on the sire as the walks away, back to the threshold of hot Spanish babes in bikinis on a setting, burning tropical sun as we fade away…



Spoiler for It’s The Great Varsity Squad, Charlie Haas!:


We’re brought back to last Online Oblivion, or at least the very conclusion of it. Charlie Haas is all dressed down into his street clothes, a very dejected look on his face. Suddenly, the locker room gets rowdier, as in comes the winner of the main event – Alex Riley. Alongside him are his equally obnoxious stablemates – ‘Coach’ Mike Kruel and Johnny Jeter – the Varsity Squad.

Haas:
The hell do you guys want?

Kruel:
Hey, hey, hey! Why the hostility, Charlie? We just came to cheer ya’s up.

Jeter:
Yeah! I mean, why the long face when you’re in the presence of winners?

Riley:
Maybe we should leave him alone guys. Even our awesomesauce can’t get him out of his immense sucktitude. I mean come on – I’m headed to the Dynasty Tournament and this nobody’s got no Dynasty Championship shot.

Jeter:
Yeah? And you got no tag team partner now, neither!

Kruel:
Aww. Baby’s all alone now?
~Haas SHOOTS off his spot on the bench and into the face of Kruel

Haas
:
You might wanna tell you and the goon squad to get back before I twist all of you into pretzels.
~Riley gets right between his manager and the aggressor

Riley:
Hey. Leave Coach outta this. You want someone to tangle with, you mess with me.

Kruel:
Don’t step in front o’ me, Riley. I can take this.
~Kruel steps back in front of Riley, now getting into Haas’ face

Kruel:
We’s was just tryin’ to be nice. Besides, it’s not like you got anything to get up about. You got no tag team. You got no title shot. So you beat me up and twist me. What’s that gonna do for you? Not a damn thing.

Jeter:
Not a damn thing.
~Jeter suddenly jumps in and echoes this, all three men now in Haas’ face. Charlie, looking unfazed, just reaches down and slings his duffle bag over his shoulder

Haas
:
Y’know what? You’re right. Getting pissed at you and beating you guys up won’t do me any favors. But y’know what will?
~Haas presses his index finger against the chest of Riley

Haas
:
Downing your boy here and winning the Dynasty Tournament. Doing that’ll do me some good. Don’t you think so, jockstrap?
~Riley smiles to himself

Riley:
Beat me? You’d best hope you don’t draw my number.

Haas:
Naw, son. You’d best hope that you don’t draw mine.
~On that note, Haas pushes past Riley and the gang with his bag in tote. He leaves the locker room, leaving the Varsity Squad somewhat shaken…except Riley, who still has a smirk on his face. The smile stays there in the tense air as we fade away…



Spoiler for Idolized:


The OVW backstage interview set, the cheery and bright Torrie Wilson showing up on our screens to whistles and boners

Torrie:
Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time –
~Torrie is cut off when a bearded man in a bathrobe cuts her off

Sandow:
No, no, no, no, Madame Wilson. There are no ‘ladies and gentlemen’ that watch this show, trust me. And even worse, all of this is only on the Internet, which is a cesspool of sin. I ask you to introduce me in a much more fitting manner so that we do not wrongfully flatter our audience.

Torrie:
Um…okay…what do I call them?

Sandow:
Have you no imagination, Madame? They are not ladies and gentlemen, but harlots and miscreants; floozies and convicts; tramps and delinquents. So pick one and introduce me correctly.
~Sandow closes his eyes and sticks his nose in the air, awaiting Torrie to adhere to his whim

Torrie
:
Um…alright…floozies and convicts, my guest at this time, “Your Idol” Aaron Sandow.
~Sandow now smiles confidently, a very punchable face getting more hittable. He looks at the microphone Torrie has not put in his face

Sandow:
Why thank you, Madame. You have such lovely hands for such a brainless mouse.
~Wilson is obviously offended, but keeps the mic on Sandow anyway

Sandow:
But I am not here to argue the brain capacity of the average beauty queen blonde, no no. I am here to collect my prize for being “Your Idol”.

Torrie:
Why would that even remotely warrant a ‘prize’?

Sandow:
Because, Madame, I’ve done it better than anyone else so far. See, while I am quite frustrated at not being given any opportunities I have more than deserved, I am going about it in an intelligent manner. Not like the brutes in that Lucky 27 or even Jay Bradley airing his frustrations in such a Neanderthal manner. No. I have stayed silent, waiting, and intelligent.

Torrie:
So what’s that supposed to get you?

Sandow:
It was supposed to get me an OVW Championship match at the very least. But when I was not mentioned in neither the 6-Way Dance for a Dynasty Tournament spot, nor the OVW Championship match on the Finale, I must say, I was very displeased.

Torrie:
But what have you done to earn anything?

Sandow:
Oh, Torrie. Silly, slutty Torrie. Why, I’m “Your Idol”. I am the very beacon you should be aspiring to be like. What other reason do I need to be awarded anything? Besides, I have left a very ingenious essay on the desk of Al Snow explaining why I should be added to the OVW Championship match. I shall wait here until he responds.
~Torrie just looks up at Sandow, who begins humming a classical tune, his eyes closed, lost in the thought of his own orchestra. Wilson uses this opportunity to just slowly sneak away as we fade away…



Spoiler for Low Jack’s Last Stand:


The traditional exclusives backdrop, the white wall, but two very serious looking men standing before it. This time, it’s the odd couple team known as Low Jack – Jack Evans and Low Ki

Evans:
Yo. This is Jack Evans. And for once, I’m not here to rap. But I hope y’all still listen. ‘cause Ki and I kinda got career-altering news fo’ y’all.
~Evans looks at Ki to confirm going through with it…to which Ki somewhat hesitantly nods

Evans
:
Ki and I came together through some pretty unconventional ways. We were forced to be together and as it turns out, we kinda stuck around together. And we’ve become best of friends, even though I don’t seem to shut up and he won’t even say nothin’.
~Ki does nod his head, acknowledging his silence

Evans
:
And we’ve done a lot together. But we wanna do more. We always wanna do more. That’s what brings us and keeps us together, no matter how different our dynamics are. And we got so good at that, the Tag Team Champions noticed it and gave us a title shot because of how dedicated we are as a team. And trust us, Sons, we couldn’t have appreciated that any more than we did.
~A genuine smile on Evans’ face, while Ki, again, nods

Evans
:
But we always wanna do more. And we know that to do more, you gotta give more. Risk versus reward. And so seein’ as how, yeah, you did retain your titles against us a month ago…you never pinned us. Not throwin’ Aero Star under the bus or nothin’, but he was the one that got pinned. Not us. So we got a case for a rematch.
~Evans raises an eyebrow and has his negotiator eyes on, now getting to the point

Evans
:
So right here, right now, Low Jack is gonna challenge the Sons of the Dungeon one last time for the AOW World Tag Team Championships. And I say last time because…it could be our last time.
~Evans somewhat somberly looks at Ki, who dulls his sharp stare for a moment to look back at him and assure him to keep speaking

Evans
:
Because we’re puttin’ everything on the line. That’s how bad we want those straps. Y’see, if Low Ki and Jack Evans don’t win the World Tag Team Championships on the Offseason Finale Supershow…then Low Jack is no more. Jack Evans and Low Ki will no longer be a permanent tag team.
~The two stare gravely at the camera

Evans
:
Not because we hate each other or because we have too many differences. But because we wanna do more. We’ll still be best friends. I don’t know if anything’ll change that. But we want these titles so bad…that’s what we’re willing to give up to make sure they come home. So whaddya say, Sons? Title…versus team…?
~Evans points to he and Ki

Evans
:
And don’t you feel bad for us, dudes. This was a mutual decision. And don’t you dare think we’re gonna be soft just because we might break apart. Oh hell naw. Y’all better prepare because this just means Low Jack is gonna go ALL. OUT. We got everything to lose…so we got everything to give.
~On that, Ki undoes his arms and then suddenly KICKS THE CAMERA!! The tripod it’s sitting on falls, leaving the camera now with a shot of the floor, the lens potentially shattered. After a second of silent awe, Ki and Evans take hold of the camera and turn it to face up at them, crouching over the device still on the floor

Evans
:
Y’all boys better be ready. ‘cause everything will change. Us. The gold. You. Everything. Because this? It’s our be all, end all. We ready, boys. Are you?
~On that note, both Evans and Ki smirk before Ki stands up…AND STOMPS ON THE CAMERA LENS…and they cut away…



Spoiler for The Sydal/Kidman Chronicles VIII: A New Hope:


Back to the last Online Oblivion, Matt Sydal throwing something across the locker room in pure frustration. Billy Kidman looks on in a corner

Sydal:
DAMN THAT DOANE!! NOT AGAIN!!

Kidman:
Hey, don’t be blaming anyone else for your faults. You lost that match because you lost sight.

Sydal:
What? You’re on his side?

Kidman:
I’m not on anyone’s ‘side’, Matt. But if you’re gonna promise to be more aggressive, you also gotta promise to control it and not let it control you.

Sydal:
…maybe you’re right. God, I didn’t think it’d be this hard to change an entire attitude. Maybe…maybe I’m not cut out to be an ‘angry guy’.

Kidman:
You don’t have to be ‘angry’ all the time, kiddo. You just have to be angry enough to let it drive you to be better. You don’t have to wanna rip everyone’s head off all the time. Just don’t let anyone step on you, that’s all.

Sydal:
Oh. So you’re saying I should just be aggressive in pursuit…but not style?

Kidman:
Something like that. Yeah.
~As the two seem to reach a mentor/student accord, someone strolls into the room holding a piece of paper. That man is none other than OVW Commissioner Al Snow

Snow:
Hey, fellas. I’ve been looking for you guys.

Kidman:
Al. Good to see you again.

Snow:
Great to see you again too, Billy. Well, I’m more here for your kid here.

Kidman:
Take him away. Hey, what’s with the paper…?

Snow:
I don’t know. Somebody left this long-winded essay on my desk. Somethin’ about ‘earning your shot’ or whatever. But it got me thinking. Matt? How you doin’, kid?
~Snow holds out his hand for Sydal to shake it, which he quickly does

Sydal
:
I’m alright, Mr. Snow

Snow:
Oh please. Call me Al. I just wanted to see you to tell you that you have earned your shot. Now I know we’ve never truly met, but I’ve taken great notice of how hard you’re working in this company to get some attention. And I like you. You know how much I like you? I like you enough to probably put my job on the line.

Sydal:
Wait…what?

Snow:
Yeah. Because what I’m about to do is probably about to cost me my job. Matt Sydal? I’m gonna grant you a Cruiserweight Championship match on the Offseason Finale Supershow.
~Sydal damn near jumps out of his shoes, Kidman stunned as well

Sydal
:
WHAT!!

Kidman:
WHAT??

Snow:
Yeah, I know it doesn’t make much sense, that’s why I’m probably gonna get fired. Truth be told, Sydal, you haven’t won. Anything. You haven’t won a match in AOW or here in the Offseason. But I see somethin’ in you, kid. And I’m willing to go out on a limb for it. And for you.

Sydal:
But what about…y’know…making sense? Your job?

Kidman:
Yeah, I appreciate your enthusiasm, Al, but c’mon. That booking doesn’t make much sense. No offense to Matt, he's worked extremely hard, but he hasn’t done much to warrant this. And Heyman-?

Snow:
So what if Heyman’s gonna want my head? What’s he gonna do? It’s the Offseason Finale. Let me worry about him. You two just get ready for Bryan Danielson.
~And just as quickly as he arrived, Snow leaves with a smile, leaving Kidman and Sydal to stand there in disbelief…before Kidman suddenly gives Sydal a huge hug, Sydal hugging him back. The two share an almost father/son-like embrace as we fade away…


.:On aohdubya.com Exclusives, Pt. II:.
Jamie Noble reacts to Christian's 'doubt'
CM Punk reaches into the dark corners
Nick Nameth wrestles...A GIRL???


.:*UPDATED* May 21st Offseason Finale Supershow Card:.

NO TIME LIMITS
~AOW World Heavyweight Championship~

Christian Cage(c) v. Jamie Noble

~OVW Heavyweight Championship~
*No DQ rules for everyone EXCEPT Eric Perez*

Eric Perez(c) v. Brodus Murdoch v. Drew Galloway v. Chris Hero

~AOW Dynasty Championship~
CM Punk(c) v. Ken Doane

~AOW Cruiserweight Championship~
Bryan Danielson(c) v. Matt Sydal w/Billy Kidman



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Heyman Overrides Snow; Reinstates Perez’s No DQ Clause

On this past edition of Wednesday Night Online Oblivion, a massive main event gave us Alex Riley headed for the AOW Dynasty Tournament. But the stinger perhaps proved even bigger, as a Four Way for the OVW Championship was announced on the Offseason Finale. In that announcement, Al Snow penalized OVW Champion Eric Perez’s conduct in that night’s main event to take away his standard no DQ clause in a Fatal-4 Way

Due to Perez incredible standing with Paul Heyman(by means that have been questioned), Paul Heyman has announced that on the Finale Supershow, Eric Perez WILL have the same No DQ clause as the other competitors in the contest. Completely overriding OVW Commissioner Al Snow’s decision, what impact will this have on the OVW title match and possibly even OVW’s relationship with AOW…?


Sons of the Dungeon Accept

This just in this morning, the Sons of the Dungeon have accepted the Tag Team Championship challenge issued by Low Jack. At the Offseason Finale Supershow, it’s going to be the team of TJ Wilson and Harry Smith – the incumbent Tag Team Champions - taking on the team of Jack Evans and Low Ki, but per stipulation of Low Jack’s own challenge, should Ki and Evans not walk away with the AOW World Tag Team Championships, they will no longer perform as a permanent tag team. Low Jack has absolutely nothing to hold them back now, even against the most sportsman and technically gifted athletes in all of AOW. Will they be able to conquer their own stipulation and attain their goal?


!!TWO-HOUR SEASON PREMIERE ANNOUNCED!!

AOW is pleased to announced that the very first episode that brings AOW out of the Offseason, airing back on our regular time on FX on June 4th, will be a two-hour festival of action to kick off not just the 2nd ‘season’ of AOW, but to kick off the first ever Dynasty Tournament! With the shackles off and the biding time coming to erupt, what could this possibly have in store? Find out when the Dynasty Tournament christens the beginning of a brand new AOW, Wednesday, June 4th, 9/8c only on FX!

May 14th Newswire, Pt. II

Spoiler for A Blonde Amongst Rookies:


The OVW Interview set, Torrie Wilson sitting there with her Beauty Queen smile and a microphone

Wilson:
Ladies and gentlemen, my guests at this time, two of the men just named to be partaking in the AOW Championship match at the Finale Supershow – Chris Hero and Brodus Murdoch!
~A pan out to show Hero on one side and Murdoch on the other. Murdoch is staring at Hero like he’s lunch, while Hero is confidently trying to smirk it off

Wilson
:
Both of you gentlemen will be in the Fatal 4-Way title match to conclude the Offseason. What’re your thoughts heading in?
~Wilson puts the microphone to Hero first

Hero
:
Truthfully, Torrie, I wish everyone in that match the best of luck. Most of all Eric Perez because there’s virtually no chance he’s keeping that title. But I respect all my opponents, but in all honesty, the only man in that match that even deserves to be there…is me.
~We hear a bit of an offended snort coming from Murdoch, but nothing else

Hero
:
What? You got something to say, big guy?
~Wilson tentatively drifts the microphone into the direction of Murdoch, whose demeanor doesn’t change a bit

Murdoch:
When I got somethin’ to say, believe me, you’ll know.
~Wilson sort of lingers there, expecting for him to say more, but he goes right back to being a stoic stonewall, leading her to put the microphone back on Hero

Hero
:
Well I got something to say. Me being the only deserving man in that match isn’t an overconfident or even arrogant boast. I’m the only guy in that match to actually pin Eric Perez. And not to call anyone out, but…all this guy did was lose his temper.
~Wilson and Hero look up at the mastodon before him, the somewhat arrogant Hero not being fazed by poking at the dragon here

Murdoch:
You think you real funny, huh? Well what if I lost my temper right now?
~Hero and Murdoch look like they’re about to get into it, Wilson darting out of the way…but then someone cuts in and takes the attention of both men. It’s Drew Galloway, and he’s got a nasty snarl on his face and a knot above his eye where he was struck with the athletic cup

Galloway
:
Yeah? And what if the real guy who deserves a shot steps in here?

Hero:
You got hit in the head with a cup. You hardly qualify.

Galloway:
Yeah? And who is to say without this guy you’d even have pinned him.
~Galloway points to Murdoch

Hero
:
Because Chris Hero fights his own battles

Murdoch:
He also digs his own graves.

Galloway:
I don’t have a problem downing you either, luggy.

Wilson:
Guys! Please! I just need some thoughts on Eric Perez from all of you.

Hero, Galloway, & Murdoch:
HE’S DEAD.
~An intense hush now befalls the scene

Galloway
:
I can guarantee you this, lass, that no matter what happens in that match, I can guarantee that one of us will walk away OVW Heavyweight Champion. I expect a great match…but the winner’s gonna be me. Why? Because what OVW doesn’t need is some converted thug who thinks he has class. No. It needs a Mad Scot.
~And on that note, Galloway looks at his other two rivals intensely before Murdoch chimes in

Murdoch:
Naw. What OVW really needs…is a monster.
~The unemotional Murdoch now glares back at his other two foes

Hero
:
You’re both wrong. What OVW, and in due time, AOW needs right now…is a Hero.
~All three men stare aggressively, back and forth into each other’s faces with Wilson cowering as we fade away…



Spoiler for Angry Irish Bastard:


The screen comes up to show grumpy old man Finlay, sitting on a porch with a round of ale, not much of a telling look on his face other than his perpetual scowl

Finlay:
So I’m just minding my own business in what I was promised was a two month layoff. I don’t like to stop wrestling. I don’t like the idea of not being paid to beat people to pulps. But on that layoff, I got wind of some chap named Matt Sydal getting a championship opportunity.
~Finlay takes a sip of his Irish ale

Finlay:
An’ it got me thinking – I don’t even know who this chap is. Find out he hasn’t won a single match in AOW since he popped up. An’ here he is, getting a title shot out of the blue.
~Finlay shakes his head and takes another sip

Finlay:
I mean, where the hell did that come from? I’m Dave Finlay! I haven’t been pinned in AOW for damn near ten months and I’ve only ever had one title match. ONE. But here’s this little shit with no wins whatsoever getting a title shot all willy-nilly.
~Finlay again shakes his head and takes a gulp of ale before letting out a refreshing sigh and wiping his mouth

Cameraman:
Um…Mr. Finlay, if I recall, Rob Van Dam actually pinned you at The Outer Limits in your Unsanctioned match. You’re not really undefeated anymore.

Finlay:
Oh yeah? What kind of match did you say it was?

Cameraman:
The Unsanctioned Match.

Finlay:
Exactly. Unsanctioned. It never happened. I’ve never been pinned.
~Finlay leers at the cameraman past the camera, but then he looks right back at the camera

Finlay:
But all this is gonna do is piss me off even more. We’re about to head right back to the ring in a couple of weeks. And AOW – you’d better pray Dave Finlay can’t wrestle by the start of the Dynasty Tournament. Of course, I’d have to be dead for that to happen. Because if there’s anything that’s going to get me my shot at the AOW World Championship, it’s winning that Tournament.
~Finlay then veers close to the camera, his toothless grin flashing menacingly

Finlay:
Get to prayin’.
~Finlay then lets out an evil, yet hearty laugh as we slowly fade away…



Spoiler for We Keep Interrupting People on Their Time Off:


We’re now brought to what looks like a small room. We’re not sure if it’s an apartment or a room in a bigger house, but we see CM Punk via webcam, his babyface broken and starting to really grow out his beard. He’s sitting with a Chicago Cubs baseball cap on and a pretty unemotional look, but we can tell he’s not happy. The Dynasty Championship is sitting in his lap.

Punk:
So Al Snow called me up and told me that even in my weeks off away from Louisville, I needed to record a reaction or my reaction, my take, how I feel about Ken Doane being named #1 contender for my Dynasty Championship on the Offseason Finale show.
~Punk wipes his mouth with his hand

Punk
:
Truth is I feel pissed. I feel pissed that I’m about to have a title match with a spineless, coat-tailing coward of a frat boy when what I should be getting is a rematch from my match with Chris Hero. That match was thrown out. And I wanted to finish it.
~Punk stares angrily into the camera, taking off his hat

Punk
:
Ken Doane? You’re a tool. And just like all good tools, I’m gonna use you. I’m gonna use you get out all the anger that I had from that match getting thrown out the way it did. See Kenny, I’m a fighting champion. You want my Dynasty title, I’m more than willing to let you fight me for it. But there’s no fight in you. And what little there is, I promise, I’m gonna knock it right out of you in our match.
~Punk takes the title out of his lap and slings it over his shoulder

Punk
:
So come on, Kenny. Step up and be my therapeutic punching bag. Because “Dat Doane Dude”…is gonna get his shit knocked out by a “Perpetually Pissed-Off Punk”.
~Punk’s expression, which hasn’t changed for the duration of the video, remains intense as he stares and we fade away…



Spoiler for Acquire That Currency, Currency; Affirmative, Affirmative:


We head back to the last episode of Online Oblivion, where Ken Doane, as cocky and as confident as can be, is roaming through the back garage, prepared to leave after getting his Dynasty Championship shot. But as he’s all kinds of cocky pumped, a hand drops over one of his shoulders and stops him in his tracks. He looks over to see Paul Burchill, with William Regal suddenly appearing on his other side as well

Regal:
How’re you tonight, bloke?

Doane:
Um…good. I’m good. Just got a Dynasty Championship shot, y’know?

Burchill:
Yeah. You did, didn’t you?

Doane:
That’s right I did. Y’boy Kenny D’s gettin’ right back on the fast track.

??? (off-camera):
If only life were that easy.
~Doane moves a side a little bit to see who behind him spoke and, no surprise, but it’s Brent Albright

Doane:
Hey, it was every man for himself, Brent.

Albright:
Oh no. It’s not that. It’s just you seemed to work so hard for your title shot.

Regal:
It did seem like a hard fought victory to me. Nothing cheap or embarrassing about it at all.
~Doane is definitely sensing the satirical undertones of this

Doane:
What – you guys just jealous? Jealous I won that title shot over your little pet project, Brent? Jealous because CM Punk chose some dude no one’s heard of over him last month?

Burchill:
I wouldn’t say ‘jealous’. But we are glad you got your title match.

Regal:
Indeed we are. Not a more deserving man around. But wouldn’t it be a real shame if after you worked so hard for that victory tonight that someone were to…I don’t know…interfere in the title match? Make it go the way of the last Dynasty Championship match? Put all your hard work in the trash?

Albright:
Yeah, it’d be a real heartbreaker if that happened twice.
~There’s an incredibly uneasy silence between the four men, the Mercs all starting to smirk, while Doane looks like the cornered kid on the playground

Doane:
Um…what would prevent said happening from happening twice…?

Regal:
Well, we are Mercenaries, Inc. of course. You could pay us to keep that danger away.

Albright:
We’ll be that lightning rod that stops lightning from striking twice…

Burchill:
…in the best interest of the integrity of the sport by way of the integrity of business, of course.
~The three move in even closer, damn near squeezing Doane, who has fear written all over his face

Doane:
Uh…how much you guys want?

Regal:
$300 apiece. By the 21st. And that's being generous.
~Doane’s eyes go wide

Doane:
$300 – what?! You want $900?! C’mon, it’s the Offseason!

Burchill:
Take it and be merry or leave it and be bludgeoned.
~Doane looks like a cornered puppy with literally nowhere to go

Doane:
Fine. You’ll have it before the match.
~Regal pats Doane on the back

Regal:
That’s a good boy. Gents? Let’s head out.
~Regal and Burchill start making their way away from Doane, who scampers off, but Albright stays put and is the last man in the scene. He smirks to himself and lets out a small laugh before turning and going where his cohorts went as we fade away…



Spoiler for The Secret Life of the All-American Wrestler:


A wrestling workout area. With a weight room probably somewhere beyond the walls of where we are, all we see is a wrestling ring sitting in the middle of what looks like a gymnasium. This is where we see American Made’s Nick Nameth and his hard earned date, Taylor Wilde. Both are in workout gear and stretching, but Nameth is almost staring a hole through her ass…

Nameth:
Alright. Now just because you look hot in that workout gear doesn’t mean I’m gonna let up.

Wilde:
You’d better not. According to the Warrior Code, you show a woman respect by not holding back against her.

Nameth:
Well I don’t know about all that but a deal is a deal. We wrestle. Then we go on our date.

Wilde:
Cool. So uh…where’s your friend?

Nameth:
Jake? He was busy.

Wilde:
Oh. You sent him home ‘cause you didn’t want him to see you get beat by a blondie?
~Wilde flashes a flirty smile

Nameth
:
Y’know what? It’s easier to just not argue with women. If that’s what you wanna believe, then believe it.
~Nameth finishes stretching and lacing up, stepping into the ring. He sits on the middle rope, opening a small way for Wilde to get in

Nameth
:
Your chariot, madame?

Wilde:
Such a gentlemen.
~Wilde finishes lacing up as well…but then slides into the ring after a running start, totally buffing Nameth’s show of chivalry

Wilde:
You gonna sit there like a sissy or what?
~Nameth finally gets down from the ropes and steps in

Nameth
:
Alright then. Let’s GO~!!

Before Wilde can even react, Nameth drops his level and hits Wilde with a single leg takedown. Wilde hits the mat hard, but maneuvers her way around and traps Nick in a modified Oklahoma roll, only for Nameth to break out of it. Both athletes get to their feet and Nameth tries to fire off one of his PERFECT DROPKICKS…but Wilde ducks it and sends Nameth flat. He springs back to his feet, only to see Wilde leap up…AND NAIL HIM WITH A PERFECT DROPKICK OF HER OWN!! Nameth goes down to grip his jaw, still clutching it as he gets to his feet

Nameth
:
Okay, there. We wrestled. Now we can go on our date.

Wilde:
Oh no. Not so fast. The match isn’t even over, Nicky.

Nameth:
Don’t call me that.

Wilde:
Niiiiiicky.

Nameth:
Do you see a referee? There is no ‘match’, either.

Wilde:
Come on Niiiiicky. Afraid to be beat by a girl?

Nameth:
You’re askin’ for it.

Wilde:
Let’s keep going Nicky.

And suddenly, Nameth LUNGES AT HER WITH AN ANGRY CLOTHESLINE…but she seems to duck at the last minute, grappling Nameth around the waist…and attempting a GERMAN SUPLEX…but before she can do anything, Nameth jams the move and his a standing switch, now getting behind Wilde. She blocks the move now and turns in Nameth’s grip, the two locking in a collar-and-elbow tie. The two jockey for position, Nameth with much more power…but perhaps he lets up…and WILDE CHARGES, pinning Nameth against a corner. The two’s faces are incredibly close…eyes locking in intensity…

Wilde:
You almost clotheslined my head off.

Nameth:
I kind of lose my tempter sometimes. You almost suplexed me.

Wilde:
Right. Almost. So how about that date…?
~Nameth suddenly remembers

Nameth
:
Oh. Yeah. Yeah let’s go.
~Nameth struggles a little bit to move, Wilde taking herself off of him as she goes through the ropes and out to the ring. She gazes at him…affectionately?...as he stumbles on through the ropes now (quite possibly trying to hide any potential tent poles). Nicky approaches Wilde and walks beside her on out the door, an obvious attraction between them…




Spoiler for Mess With the Pitbull and You Get the Teeth:


We're at an outdoor scene, possibly close to a farm, where we see Jamie Noble, full of sweat from having worked in the sun all day

Noble:
Well, well, well. The knight in shining army finally shows his cracks in the shield. The celebrated hero isn’t as strong as people say he is. The “Savior” ain’t nearly the god they say he killed.
~Noble wipes sweat from off his forehead

Noble:
Ha-HA. Am I supposed to be laughin’? Lickin’ my chops because the psychological game is already bein’ played for me? Not by me, but by the Moonman himself?
~Noble chuckles…but then abruptly stops

Noble:
Naw. Hell naw. It’s insultin’. You wanna know why? Christian’s not in his little pool of doubt because he couldn’t defend his title on his first try. He’s full of doubt because he couldn’t beat easy-pickins Jamie Noble. Ain’t that right y’all?
~Noble develops a dry smile

Noble:
An’ that’s not all. Oh no. He’s gone even further into his ol’ naval gazin’ habits because he doesn’t wanna take down a guy who worked just as hard as he has to get to the top. Lemme tell you somethin’ Christian – nobody. An’ I do mean NOBODY. Had better ever look past Jamie Noble. I ain’t been the hottest dog on the card, but I still got the nastiest bite. On top o’ that, don’t you pity me, y’hear? Don’t you DARE pity me!
~Noble screams at the camera

Noble:
If you respect me enough for bein’ in this business for as long as you have, then you should respect me enough to go all out, have no regrets, give no quarter, an’ WHIP MY ASS!! Don’t you dare feel sorry for me, boy. Or I’m gonna make you feel sorry for y’self.
~Noble’s stare becomes a little more daunting

Noble:
Christian, I appreciate you pickin’ me to be your opponent once again. But you’d better respect me an’ not talk about me like I’m some kind of family pig. Don’t look past me. Don’t pity me. Why? Because I’m Jamie. FREAKIN’. Noble. An’ on the Finale…that title? It ain’t got a time limit on it this time. Good. Now I’m free to show y’all what you’re in for. Unrestricted. That Noble boy? He’s about to be unleashed. Pity that.
~The Pitbull drifts off, his shadow following him into the wonders of the farm as we fade away…



.:*UPDATED* May 21st Offseason Finale Supershow Card:.

NO TIME LIMITS
~AOW World Heavyweight Championship~

Christian Cage(c) v. Jamie Noble

~OVW Heavyweight Championship~
Fatal 4-Way

Eric Perez(c) v. Brodus Murdoch v. Drew Galloway v. Chris Hero

~AOW Dynasty Championship~
CM Punk(c) v. Ken Doane

~AOW Cruiserweight Championship~
Bryan Danielson(c) v. Matt Sydal w/Billy Kidman

~AOW World Tag Team Championships~
*If Low Jack loses, they will no longer compete as a permanent tag team*

Sons of the Dungeon(c) v. Low Jack




Finale may or may not have a preview if it's called for or even necessary. I'm not sure yet, although I don't see much of a need for one. If no preview, then the next post should be the Finale itself, which will be as in full as any other Supershow before it except this one probably won't include actual commentary. Hope no one hates me for any of that. Until then, hope all stay well
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Going straight to the show. If it wasn't a match, I sort of abridged it as much as I could. So if it's not a match, it's in pseudo-recap. I apologize if the format is offputting for that. Hope it's not too much.





May 21st, 2008

Davis Arena – Louisville, Kentucky

“Finale”



Quote:
*“Victim” by Eighteen Visions Package*

Fast forwarded footage of the normal OVW video package

So gimmie one

Eric Perez hits the La Critical

Good reason I should be forgiving you

Drew Galloway cranks back with the Scot Shock DDT

When I don’t care anyway

Johnny Jeter hits an Asai moonsault

So gimmie two

Brodus Murdoch roars while bursting through the curtain

Good reasons I should be forgiving you

Tarver cracks a Kill Shot

When I’m the victim today!

4D hits the impressive 4D Crush

And I feel like I’m the victim…

Perez raises the OVW title high…

…but the package suddenly distorts, the song sound like someone is screwing the needle off the record and melting it. The footage starts to dissipate, but is quickly replaced with footage more familiar to us…

Fight!

SWEET CHIN MUSIC!!

Fight!

WARRIOR’S WAY!!!

Fight!

MUSCLE BUSTER!!!

Fight!

SPEAR THROUGH THE TABLE!!

Fight!

619!!!

Fight!

UNPRETTIER!!

Fight!

GTS!!

Fight!

FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH!!!

*Final cymbal crash*

The new image of Christian hoisting the AOW Championship over his head from The Outer Limits


***

The night kicks off with a panoramic shot of the packed house that is the Davis Arena, everyone in the crowd going absolutely bonkers for the Finale of one of the oddest experimental periods in wrestling history. Are many of them plants? Of course. But everyone’s popping their heads off regardless as we swoon over to the commentary desk. Romero and Miz go over just how electric the atmosphere is for a show of this caliber, reminding us that it’s gonna go two hours with no breaks and a main event that has absolutely no time limit. There’s people worldwide plugged in to watch this baby but we get right to Terry Boddie


Terry Boddie:
The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the AOW World Tag Team Championships!! If Low Jack does not win the Tag Team Championships, they will disband as a permanent tag team.
~A raucous pop for a hot title match right off the bat, but a bit of a murmur for a well-liked team putting a stipulation on themselves like that


**THE PROUD WARRIORS (LOW JACK REMIX)**


And for perhaps the very final time, the Low Jack remix of Jack Evans’ and Low Ki’s themes hits the threshold to an outstanding pop. Both Evans and Ki step through the curtain and stand on the stage for just a moment, looking around them at the crowd. The seriousness seems to hit them, as Evans isn’t jiving this time. He and Low Ki have the same look on their faces – incredibly focused. Even so, Ki is the first guy to start walking down the aisle way, leaving Evans by himself in front of the curtain…and then he starts to do his classic little hip hop number.

The crowd pops for that, Low Ki turning around and realizing his partner isn’t walking with him. He waits until Evans sees him to have any kind of reaction, Evans knowing the drill. He stops jiving and comes with Ki down the ramp, although oddly enough, Ki has a small smirk on his face as if he appreciates the jive this time. Ki walks straight into the ring, while Evans and his somewhat off psychology plays to the crowd just a little bit.


**EXECUTORS OF EXCELLENCE**


But both men seem to hit a serious string when the remix of that all-too-familiar guitar riff hits the fray, as the AOW Tag Team Champion Sons of the Dungeon burst on through the borrowed blood-red curtain. The normally unemotional, machine-like Sons remain so, neither one of them smiling until they pose on the stage. The smiles disappear to unified focus as they come down the aisle, slapping hands with a few fans in the front row seats.

After entering the ring and playing to the crowd just a little bit more, they hand their titles to the referee in charge, being senior official Ray Ramsey. As Ramsey tries to awkwardly position himself to hold up both straps, all four members of both teams approach center ring…and share in a chain of handshakes. These four men have nothing for respect for one another, going back to the very first match in AOW history being a tag team match between foes with similar backings. The crowd cheers for this display of both fighting spirit and sportsmanship and sustains their roar when Ramsey finally is able to hold the titles high, signifying that this is for the richest prize in tag team wrestling.



~AOW World Tag Team Championships~
*If Low Jack loses, they will no longer compete as a permanent tag team*

Sons of the Dungeon(c) v.
Low Jack



With the introductions and big opens out of the way, both teams are in their respective corners, each of them exchanging some last minute strategies. When the Sons show that it’s going to be TJ kicking it off, without missing a beat, the Low Jack corner has Low Ki into the fray. With no hesitation or resignation in sight for the Low Jack corner, the usually warrior code driven meeting between the two seems soured, as neither man is smirking as they normally do. Both men have stoic gazes chiseled into their stonefaces.

Wilson and Ki approach the center of the ring, the two cruiserweights staying at an arm’s length. Ki reaches out a hand and leaves it waiting, Wilson soon meeting him as they interlock fingers. Ki then raises the other hand, and again, Wilson obliges and initiates a full-on finger lock with Ki. This sets in motion the entire test of strength, both men pushing against the force of one another with the utmost intensity. The two seem evenly matched in that regard, but both men are pushing against each other so hard, we start to see veins.

They remain deadlocked and gritting their teeth until Ki suddenly snaps the fingerlock aprt and spontaneously stings Wilsons chest with a knife-edge CHOP(Wooooo!). Wilson reels from the blow, but almost just as quickly retaliates with a CHOP(Woooo!) of his own, forcing Ki to clutch his chest now. Wilson tears one of his wrists away and looks to toss him into the rope, but Ki reverses the whip, wraps around Wilson’s arm, and pulls him back in…for a SHORT-ARM KNIFE-EDGE CHOP(Wooooo!)

It’s Ki now who pumps back and whips Wilson into the ropes, but as Ki lowers his head, Wilson rolls over his back and lands upright on the rebound. He keeps his momentum going and bounces off the ropes once again, going at Ki with a YAKUZA KICK in mind…but Ki dodges it, leaving Wilson off balance. When Ki tries a LOW LEG SWEEP to knock out the off-balance Wilson, TJ leaps up to counter the kick, landing upright…AND THEN NAILING KI WITH ANOTHER CHOP(Wooooo!)

As with their previous encounters, these two are going tit for tat! Ki is knocked back with an elbow after the chop, softening him up enough for Wilson to get him in an arm wrench and lead him to his corner. There, Wilson tags in Smith for the very first time in the contest, who steps in and knocks all the breath out of Ki’s body with a hard body shot. Smith shoots a standing half of the smaller Ki and forces him down to the mat with a headlock and half nelson –

1…

NO!!

Ki throws his shoulders off the mat, kips up, and wrenches Smith’s arm all in one smooth and ninja-like motion! Smith is on one knee with a wrenched arm now, Ki taking this opportunity to use the arm as leverage to maintain balance…and NAILS A SHOOT KICK TO THE CHEST OF SMITH!! He keeps hold of the arm and HITS ANOTHER SHOOT KICK TO THE STERNUM!! Smith covers up with his free hand and sells the pain, Ki rearing back to finish the combo for a KICK TO THE HEAD…NO!!

Smith catches the leg and forces Ki to balance on one foot now, Smith able to rise to his feet. He uses sheer strength to lift Ki up with his trapped arm and hoists him on the top rope. Ki doesn’t stay here for long, as Smith knocks him once in the head for measure…before unwrenching the arm and FLIPPING KI OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH AN ARM WRENCH OF HIS OWN!! WOW!! Ki flips from the top to the canvas off of nothing but torque of the human anatomy! The crowd ‘oohs’ as Ki smacks the canvas hard, Smith with a big lateral press –

1…


2…


NO!!

Ki has been flipped, but he won’t flop, still having more than enough fight in him. He reaches to try and get to his corner, but he’s pulled away by Smith, who keeps him in his sights with a knock to his noggin. He keeps Ki tied up by slapping on and wrenching a headlock, trying to drain the cruiserweight here. Even so, Ki is able to backpedal enough to get to the ropes. But unbeknownst to Ki, Wilson slaps Smith on the back just before Ki sends Smith’s body into the opposite ropes.

Ki steps forward and awaits for Smith to rebound at him, but the big man wraps both of his arms around the top rope, keeping him where he is. While Ki is thrown off by this, Wilson make his secret entry…WITH A SPRINGBOARD FRONT DROPKICK TO KI’S BACK!! Ki is caught completely off guard, shooting forward right towards the still on the ropes Smith…who CATCHES KI’S FACE ON AN UPRAISED BOOT!! Ki is struck hard by a pingpong assault of moves, but as he drifts back to the center of the ring after getting knocked in the head, he drifts right into the clutches of legal man Wilson, who uses his momentum to hoist him on a shoulder…and DROP HIM ON A KNEE WITH THE FIREMAN’S CARRY GUTBUSTER!! The Sons showing some incredible aggression here as Wilson covers –

1…


2…


3-NO!!

Ki shows that he still has life, but he desperately needs to get to his corner. He tries to pull himself up, but his caught by Wilson, who whips him into the opposite rope. On that rebound, however, Ki takes advantage of Wilson’s lowered head and LEAPS CLEAN OVER HIM…do a front tuck and roll…RIGHT INTO A TAG TO HIS CORNER!! Jack Evans is the legal man on an incredibly athletic tag by Ki! Wilson turns around to see Evans springboarding…AND HITTING HIM WITH A SPRINGBOARD FRONT DROPKICK OF HIS OWN!! Evans nails Wilson with a move he hit moments before, the hip hopper scrambling onto Wilson for his team’s first cover –

1…


2…


NO!!

Wilson won’t go down so easily! TJ groggily gets to his feet and blindly rushes at the athletic Evans…only to get a SPINNING HEEL KICK for his troubles! Evans steps over the downed champion before flying right back…STANDING CORKSCREW MOONSAULT!! Mercy, Jack Evans is showing out here! He lands flat and hooks a leg for another cover –

1…


2…


3-NO!!

The champions remain so! It’s Wilson now who appears like he needs to get to his corner, but as he recovers, Jack E keeps a close read on him and stalks him, rebounding off the ropes in preparation for another high-octane move…SPINNING WHEEL KICK!! WILSON NAILS EVANS WITH A SPINNING WHEEL KICK!! Just like that, the pendulum swings back into the champions’ corner, TJ with the lateral press –

1…


2…


3-NO!!

It’s Evans who sustains life now! But unlike Low Jack thus far, the Sons keep their tag teaming in mind, as Wilson grabs hold of Evans’ locks and drags him into he and Smith’s corner, tagging back in the big man. Smith steps in and grabs one of Evans’ wrists, while Wilson holds onto the other. The two of them jointly whip Evans into the ropes and on the rebound…HIT EVANS WITH THE DOUBLE ARM DRAG!! But Evans hits the canvas so hard, he sits back up, where Smith doesn’t miss a beat. As soon as Evans hits like that, he rebounds off the ropes in front of him…AND BULLDOZES THE CRUISERWEIGHT WITH A RUNNING LOW-ANGLE LARIAT!! Evans could be concussed here, Smith with another cover –

1…


2…


3-NO!!

Low Ki flies into the ring and breaks it up! The honorable warrior knows the stakes and couldn’t play the odds here. Ki is asked out by Ramsey, quickly obliging, but not before drawing some sort of a quick frustrated look from Harry. The son of the late Bulldog keeps Evans grounded, wrapping him up with a sitting abdominal stretch. Smith is trying to wear down the resilient cruiserweight here, using his superior strength to bear down heavily on him. Even so, Evans doesn’t plan on staying in the hold too long, managing to pump his fists, grit his teeth, and get to a vertical base after a few excruciating seconds.

But Smith still has him in a lock, slinging him up for a NASTY BACKDROP…EVANS FLIPS OUT!! Jack E lands on his feet, Smith turning around to see him…SPINNING HEADSISSORS!! Evans whips the big man around and sends him through the middle ropes and to the outside! Jack takes this opportunity to tag in Low Ki, who darts across the ring and KNOCKS TJ WILSON OFF THE APRON!

Wilson tumbles to the outside, leaving the two challengers in the ring to a big pop, the crowd really into them. They both look at one another and each nod their head. Both Ki and Evans take a few steps back before getting a small running head start…both tumbling…and fly OVER THE RING…DOUBLE SASUKE SPECIALS!! DOUBLE SASUKE SPECIALS!! LOW JACK TUMBLES AND NO HAND CORKSCREWS BOTH MEMBERS OF THE DUNGEON!! WOW!!

The Davis Arena is beyond pumped for that, the entire coliseum on their feet for that incredible display of daredevilism and athleticism. All four men are down and out on the outside, Ki and Smith being the two legal men still. But since everyone’s outside, Ray Ramsey has to get to the count-out charge…

…1!!

…2!!

…3!!

…4!!

Low Ki is on his feet, trying to shake himself back to life…

…5!!

He takes the larger Smith and rolls him up underneath the bottom rope, quickly following him and hooking a leg –

1…


2…


3-NO!!

Smith keeps the titles right where they are! Even so, he’s still got cobwebs in his noggin from the big outside hit, shaking them out. Ki helps him out when he rebounds off the ropes behind him and SMASHES SMITH IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH A LOW DROPKICK!! The groggy, but still ring aware Smith rolls away after the blow towards the ring ropes to prevent a possible pin attempt. He tries to gather himself by sitting in an empty turnbuckle, but Ki stays on him, going to the opposite corner and getting set before rushing…but Smith snaps up and catches him…SIDE SLAM BACKBREAKER!! Smith springs that move out of nowhere, still feeling effects, but has enough gusto to cover Ki –

1…


2…


3-NO!!

The Warrior stays in this thing! Smith is a tad frustrated on that one and looks into is corner to see if Wilson is recovered enough to maybe get a tag. Wilson is in his corner on one knee, so Smith keeps his offense going by taking up Ki and RAMMING him shoulder first into an empty corner. Ki’s ribs are crunched between Canadian and iron post, matters only getting worse when Smith hoists Ki up onto the top rope. Harry climbs up to the second rope to perhaps set up a SUPERPLEX…but Ki fights back!

The two exchange blows on their high perch, but the champion appears to be winning. He starts to pull away and gets to the top rope now, everything set up and in place…but Low Ki grabs the second-gen grappler and places his chin right on top of his cue ball head…AND DROPS STANDING ON THE APRON WITH AN INNOVATIVE JAWBREAKER!! An incredibly crafty move from the indy circuit veteran that jacks Smith’s jaw and makes him stumble off the top rope, his feet falling to the second ropes.

Ki buys himself some time to get some breath back. Once he gathers himself, he looks to maybe start climbing back up to the top for his own offensive move, but Smith pulls himself back up and knocks Ki across his own jaw, sending him back to standing on the apron. Smith then springs back to life, catching Ki in a suplex position while he’s still on the second rope…and then steps up to the top rope…AND HITS THE SUPERPLEX!! A FORCED SUPERPLEX FROM THE APRON!! OH MY WORD!! It’s the Sons’ corner’s turn to get a huge pop from the crowd, a beautiful flowing and destructive move there, but both men are lain flat. As they lie there, the crowd’s buzzing doesn’t stop, some vague “HOLY SHIT” chants starting to ring up.

Both guys are out of it, but it’s Smith who is the first man to get moving, crawling a bit and using the ropes to get up. Ki is stirring, but he hasn’t pulled himself off the canvas. Smith gets to his corner and gets the semi-hot tag to Wilson, who is now ready to enter the ring dynamically…SLINGSHOT LEG DROP…NOBODY HOME!! Low Ki rolls away at the last second, Wilson landing hard on his tailbone! Ki gets to his feet and sees Wilson, who is trying to recover by getting to one knee, Silvestry running at him…SHINING WIZARD…NO!! It’s the feint, catching his leg on Wilson’s shoulder…BLACK MAGIC!! KI COMPLETES IT WITH THE REVERSE ROUDHOUSE TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!! Wilson drops lifelessly as Ki scrambles a bit for a cover –

1…


2…


3…NO!!

WILSON THROWS UP A SHOULDER!! TJ remains in the game for his cause, Ki now showing a little bit of frustration. Ki tries to pull Wilson up to his feet with a front headlock, but TJ still has some fight in him and SHOVES Ki away into an empty corner. Ki takes offense to this aggression, an ‘oh hell no’ look developing on his face as Wilson is still somewhat dead on his feet. Low Ki charges…AND HITS HIM WITH A BEAUTIFUL EXPLODING RUNNING FRONT DROPKICK!! THE JOHN WOO!! WILSON FLIES HALFWAY ACROSS THE RING INTO THE OPPOSITE CORNER!!

Ki debuts one of his more favored indy moves at the right moment, Wilson hitting the turnbuckle so hard, he falls down to sit against the lower rungs! He struggles to try and get back up, but while he does so, Ki goes into his corner and tags in the refreshed Jack Evans, who much like Ki before him, immediately enters and rushes across the ring to KNOCK SMITH OFF THE APRON!

He then sets himself up in the corner opposite the recovering Wilson, who has used the ropes to pull himself up and still in the corner…Evans tumbles…AND NAILS THE CARTWHEEL BACK ELBOW SMASH!! Low Ki is still in the ring, following up right behind Evans with a cartwheel of his own…TIDAL CRUSH!! TIDAL CRUSH AFTER THE ELBOW SMASH!! Wilson is smashed with an illicit and beautiful cruiserweight combo! Wilson drops like a stone onto his face, Evans dropping low and shooting the half –

1…


2…


{Smith is recovering too late…!!}

3…


NO!!!

AND TJ WILSON KICKS OUT AT THE VERY LAST SECOND!! The double team crash very nearly lost him the championship, but his Dungeon-born resiliency keeps him in this! That same Dungeon discipline tells him to roll away from danger, TJ now rolling underneath the bottom rope and to the floor. Harry Smith roams over and tries to help his best man, but Evans and Low Ki are once again alone in the ring and are able to maybe re-up a strategy.

The crowd starts buzzing considerably, both men running. But Evans is running towards a corner while Low Ki rushes towards the ropes and FLIES WITH A SUICIDE DIVE AT BOTH SONS…NOBODY HOME!! The Sons split at the last moment, seeing the move coming! Ki crashes and burns…but he has a painful smile on his face..? What’s that for? We see it when Smith and Wilson come back together only to look right back up to see Jack Evans FLYING OFF THE TOP ROPE…DOUBLE ROTATION MOONSAULT!! DOUBLE ROTATION MOONSAULT!! JACK EVANS WOWS WITH THE ENTIRE WRESTLING WORLD ONE MORE TIME!!

“HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!”

All of Louisville and quite possibly everyone who has logged on to watch are amazed and losing their shit. A crafty combination has all four men lain out once again and no one has been able to hear Ramsey doing his count-out.

…3!!



…4!!

…5!!



…6!!

Jack Evans is to his feet, but he’s favoring his ribs that he came crashing down on



…7!!

It’s TJ Wilson now who is actually the first man back in the ring, very much groggily so. Evans joins him just before Ramsey’s arm comes down for the count of eight. Both men struggle to get to their feet, but Evans is the first to do so, having to lean up against the ropes. Wilson meanwhile has to use the ring corner as a ladder, struggling to climb up. He’s fully propped p in the corner when Evans is back on his feet, now going for A STINGER SPLASH…NOBODY HOME!! Wilson grabs hold of the top rope and lifts himself onto the top rope, causing Evans’ head to SMASH off the corner!

Evans drunkenly drifts away from the corner now, his head spinning and his back towards the corner. But this still leaves Wilson on the top rope, who leaps…AND NAILS A TOP ROPE BULLDOG!! WILSON COMES CRASHING DOWN WITH A BULLDOG!! Evans’ head is drilled into the canvas, as the crowd pops for the athleticism of the Canadian youngster, Wilson rolling Evans over –

1…


2…


3…


NO!!

JACK EVANS STAYS ALIVE!! Somehow, Evans rolls the shoulder! His body has gone limp, Wilson with a little flutter of frustration now. He rises to his feet and right back at the corner he just launched himself from, taking Evans and hitting him with a sharp kick to the gut for good measure. It’s his turn to trap Evans on the top rope and go for something huge, making sure to set him up…FRANKENSTEIR…NO!! EVANS HOLDS ONTO THE TOP ROPE AND WILSON GOES CRASHING DOWN TO THE CANVAS!!

Evans is now all alone on the top rope after countering a move, Wilson lying very close to his feet. The crowd is on their feet as they know just what move might be coming next. Jack E resituates his feet before leaping...630 SENTON DESCENT…NOBODY HOME!! TJ WILSON ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!! Evans’ spine crashes into the canvas with no soft body underneath it! That spine is possibly jacked as Wilson approaches him and grabs his legs, pulling him away from the ropes…AND LOCKS IN THE SHARPSHOOTER!! THE SHARPSHOOTER IS LOCKED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!!

Evans is scrambling, trying to find a way out, but Wilson has the submission locked in deep! Louisville is on fire, buzzing unbelievably, as Wilson sells the intensity with the look on his face. Evans’ flexibility allows Wilson to crank back even harder, Ramsey getting down to see if Evans wants to tap


…………………………..

……………

………


SPRINGBOARD ENZEGUIRI!! LOW KI SAVES HIS TEAM AND TITLE DREAMS BY CLOCKING WILSON IN THE FACE!! TJ goes down hard, coving his potentially broken nose. Evans is slumping and tending to his back, both men laid out on the canvas. Evans is trying to lift himself up and crawl to his corner, but his back gives out from the heavy strain placed on it between missed impact and the Sharpshooter. Ki is reaching desperately to get his partner a closer tag and Smith is doing the same, the crowd going white hot as Wilson comes to life and gets closer and closer to his corner…AND IT’S TJ WHO MAKES THE HOT TAG!!

Smith immediately storms in and drops on Jack E, stopping his tag attempt in it’s tracks. Evans grips as his spine again, but a look over to the opposite corner sees that Wilson hasn’t stepped out and is in a corner. Smith drags Evans to his feet, but the hip-hop warrior delivers a pair of forearms before looking for a CLOTHESLINE…but Smith ducks, grabbing Evans in a rear waistlock and setting his hips…ONLY FOR WILSON TO SUPERKICK HIM…RIGHT INTO A GERMAN SUPLEX!! A SUPERKICK/GERMAN SUPLEX COMBO TO THE WITHERED JACK EVANS!! Smith keeps the bridge, an elemental pin after the double team –

1…


2…


3…


NO!!!

LOW KI DROPS OUT OF THE SKY WITH AN ELBOW DROP!! AN ELBOW DROP RIGHT TO THE EXPOSED MIDSECTION OF THE BRIDGING HARRY SMITH!! Once again, Low Ki saves his title hopes and his tag team dreams alive with a dynamic pin breakup!

Smith has to curl up now and tend to his ribs after being forced to let go, while Evans is still having a difficult time of it trying to get to his feet, now having to tend to his neck area. The commentators note that Smith had broken ribs that took him out for several weeks a while back, but even so, Smith is the first to gather himself, however, holding those ribs in place as he gets up and drags Evans off the canvas, only to whip him into the opposite ropes. Smith doesn’t rebound, however, rushing at the ropes and SPRINGBOARDING OFF THE SECOND ROPE…AND COMES DOWN WITH AN INVERTED DDT DROP!! ONE GORGEOUS, FLUID MOTION ON THE SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT DDT!

But Evans has taken quite the abuse in the last several minutes, not able to cover as quickly as he wants to. The crowd is hot again after that incredibly athletic display, now prompting Evans to crawl back on over to his corner. He’s doing his damndest to get there, but Smith is rising back up. He makes a lunge at Evans, only for Jack to HIT A BACK KICK TO HIS AILING RIBS…and push off of that to lunge into his corner! He tags in Ki, but Evans uses the momentum he just gained to push himself to the top rope and cast over the doubled over Smith…AND HITS HIM WITH A DIVING DOUBLE LEG STOMP TO THE SPINE!! A FLYING MULE KICK! Smith drops as his back gives way, forcing him back onto those tender ribs and making him roll over in pain. Without a beat, right after that happens, Low Ki jumps to the top rope and leaps off himself…AND HITS THE WARRIOR’S WAY!! WARRIOR’S WAY!! A DOUBLE DOSE OF FOOT STOMPS FROM LOW JACK!! The incredible tag team move hits its fruition by potentially re-breaking Smith’s ribs, Ki hooking a leg as the crowd goes nuts –

1…


2…


3…!!!


NO!!

TJ WILSON BREAKS IT UP AND SAVES HIS PARTNER AT THE VERY LAST SECOND!! Wilson had to dive in and shove Ki off but somehow, he’s able to do it and keep his gold where it stands! Wilson hasn’t risen up after the shove, while Ki is covering up, Smith clutches at his ribs, and Evans is all kinds of exhausted. As Ramsey tries to rush Wilson back out of the ring and to his corner, Louisville lets them know how good a job they’re doing.

THIS IS AWESOME!!
*CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*
THIS IS AWESOME!!
*CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*


All four men take in the crowd, but Ki pounds the mat and waits for Smith to get to his feet, the big man clutching his ribs in incredible pain, not able to react to see Ki rushing at him…and contorting his body around him…IRON OCTOPUS!! IRON OCTOPUS!! KI IS STRETCHING AND CONSTRCTING SMITH’S ENTIRE BODY AT ONCE!! The strain on forcing Smith breathe hard brings his potentially broken ribs right back into the spotlight, Ki pulling up on his arm and damn near choking him with his legs.

Smith is reduced to a knee, his breath leaving him and the pain in his body erupting; Ki selling his part of the move, showing one of the only instances of emotion in his stay in the company. Ramsey is all the way down in Smith’s face, asking him if he wants to give up and tap out. The resilient wrestling family hybrid keeps on refusing, but his hand and palm are shaking with doubt…until the power starts to come through, Smith gritting his teeth and slowly rising to his feet, Ki still over his shoulders and back. Smith shifts his hips and forces Ki’s leg to come around from his neck and have him slung over his shoulder, Smith wrenching him off of his other arm…RUNNING POWERSLAM!! RUNNING POWERSLAM!! The move made famous by his father connects, Smith covering aggressively and hooking leg, the crowd buzz insurmountable –

1…


2…


3…


NO!!!

LOW KI KICKS OUT!! HE KICKS OUT OF THE POWERSLAM!! The Warrior has an incredible display of resolve, kicking out of his opponent’s father’s finishing move! Smith, even as respectful an opponent as he’s shown, is absolutely stunned. Louisville is just as shocked as he, their hands flying up in excitement. Ki hasn’t moved since the kickout, but the effect he’s had on Smith lingers on, as the big man runs his fingers through his hair and has to regroup.

Smith takes the near lifeless Ki and brings him back to his feet. He takes Ki’s wrist and tries to whip him into the Sons’ corner, but Ki grabs Smith’s wrist on the whip and turns to face Smith, pulling him in now…and hits him with a DROP TOEHOLD…AND SMITH’S FACE HITS THE CORNER!! As his face comes crashing down, however, Wilson tags in Smith. Ki doesn’t notice, going into the corner after Smith and mounting him for the ten punch –

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

But he only gets to three before Smith recovers and again show off his brute strength by grappling Ki around the waist and pulling him away with a bearhug…as Wilson springboards…THE HART ATTACK!! HART ATTACK!! THE DOUBLE TEAM FINISHER CONNECTS ON LOW KI!! If Davey Boy’s finisher couldn’t end it, maybe Bret and Jim’s can! The place erupts as Wilson scrambles to cover his rival’s body, a win on the way –

1…


2…


3…


NO!!

JACK EVANS FLIES IN TO BREAK IT UP!! THE MATCH GOES ON!! Jack Evans is barely able to move after he even flies in, but it saves his partnership and rescues Low Ki from a more than certain pin. The crowd dies back down, but stays incredibly buzzy. Wilson, more than a little frustrated at Evans’ run-in, looks the vexed part as Smith is shooed from the ring by Ramsey. Wilson waits for Ki to groggily get to his feet before hitting him with a toe kick and setting him up…SWINGING FISHERMAN’S SUPLEX…NO!! Ki jams the move and snatches his leg out of Wilson’s clutches before rolling forward…AND NAILING WILSON IN THE HEAD WITH THE ROLLING KIPPOU KICK!!

Wilson falls hard as anyone who just got nailed in the skull would. This gives Ki some space and he uses that to roll back towards his corner and tag back in Evans. Taken a great deal of abuse himself, but still packing some adrenaline, Evans jumps in and goes with his corner’s target strategy of downing the non-legal man, charging across the ring and HITTING SMITH OFF THE APRON! He then quickly turns back to see Wilson, trying to recover on all fours…LOW DROPKICK TO THE JAW!!

Wilson is hit so hard by the dropkick that his selling of it props him up on both of his knees, but he doesn’t fall over. He stays at that perch when we see Low Ki, who has yet to leave the ring, hits him with a HARD SHOOT ROUNDHOUSE TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!! A ping-pong effect with Wilson’s head here, TJ falling forward from the impact of the blow…but falls right into a front headlock from Evans, who kicks a leg back…SNAP DDT!! AN INCREDIBLE CONCUSSION CAUSING COMBONATION FROM LOW JACK!! Evans covers and wraps up both legs, Smith still not recovered on the apron…!!!

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NO!!

WILSON ROLLS A SHOUDLER!!! IT’S THE SONS’ TURN FOR A HUGE KICKOUT!! The arena is right back to being on their feet, the crowd going as back and forth as this match is. Evans can hardly believe what just happened, a look on his face that mirrors the look on Smith’s face after the failed powerslam. Evans tries not to sweat it too much, whipping his neck around and then pulling his fellow cruiserweight closer to an empty corner.

The crowd knows what’s coming, but the damage Evans has taken shows its toll, as it takes him a little longer to climb through and get to the top rope. Evans sets his feet and begins to stand, getting the crowd buzzing, but all the time Jack has taken has allowed Wilson to get on his feet. Both men are almost out of it, exhaustion running rampant on them, but they’re both so driven, they’re almost on autopilot.

Wilson reaches up and smashes Evans in the gut to stunt him from going anywhere before climbing up to the second and hitting him in the jaw. He goes up the final rung and joins him on the top rope, pulling Evans’ face into his knee!! This knocks Evans for a loop and dizzies him enough for Wilson to move around a little and turn around and scoop Evans on his shoulders in one move. The crowd’s buzzing goes from anticipation of one finishing move to another, Wilson setting his balance…

BUT before he can leap, Low Ki breaks into the ring to possibly try and stop it, only to be cut off at the pass by a RE-EMERGING HARRY SMITH, WHO CLOTHESLINES HIM TO THE FLOOR!! Ki goes tumbling over the top rope and to the padded outside!! But this small stop is enough for Evans to come to, the break dancer now fighting his way off of Wilson’s shoulders and getting off of them right in front of Wilson, their original positions now swapped.

Evans is trying to fight back with everything he has, but we can see that he doesn’t have much left. Things get bleaker when Wilson gets a solid punch to the side of his head, dizzying him enough…for Smith to come up under him and carry him away from the ropes in an electric chair position! No one’s quite sure what to make of this, but Evans starts pounding on Smith’s head to try and stop it, only for Smith to grab hold of one of Evans’ wrists to stop it.

This leaves Evans somewhat hunched over while still in the electric chair. Wilson is setting back up on the top rope, adjusting his balance, and when he sees Evans and Smith are close enough, he leaps…AND NAILS A DOOMSDAY ROLLING POWERBOMB!! A DUNGEON DEVICE!! OH MY GAAAAD!! Louisville goes absolutely insane for that sheer display of incredible, Smith getting out of the way for Ramsey, as he gets to his duties when Wilson exhaustingly takes a breath and hooks up both of Evans’ legs in a prawn hold pin –

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2…


{Ki tries to slide into the ring…}

3…!!!

TOO LATE!!

Here are your winners and STILL AOW World Tag Team Champions: Sons of the Dungeon at (25:30)



That’s it! …that’s it. The crowd lets out a mighty roar for the finishing pinfall and sustain it when Wilson and Smith are handed their championships and hold them high, but they know the situation and after they quickly embrace, their celebration ends as they head up the ramp. Even so, we see both Smith and Wilson nod towards the two men who are still in the ring, acknowledging just how hard that match made them fight. While the Sons are heading away, they stop when the crowd rises in unison on their feet…and give all these men a standing ovation.

Ki and Evans are still in the ring, Ki trying to pull his partner up, but is stopped by the thunderous ovation all of them are receiving. As the champs gradually fade away, the scene becomes clearly all about the challengers, as Ki picks Evans up and holds him steady on his hip. Evans brings and arm over as he still doesn’t look completely recovered, but he’s asking for a microphone. Ki seems to be telling him to come on, but Evans rips away from Ki, falling to his knees. He drops on the middle rope and his handed the stick as he leans against them. He is still leaning against the ropes as he tries to speak


Evans:
Yo, yo, yo…
~Is…is Evans trying to RAP when he can barely stand...?!

Evans:
Through thick an’ thin, this dude’s been here
The warrior the crowd will always cheer
The ninja with a smooth flair and style
The samurai with the kicks to make’em go wild

~Evans pants exhaustingly, trying to pull himself off the ropes and almost falling down when he does so

Evans:
We were never a pair
That ever should’ve worked
We got beat down, torn apart, and hit where it hurts.
But no matter what we did, you made me see
Your smooth and my style really inspired me
To make myself better
To be more like you
I’m cocky and say a lot
You speak by makin’em eat your shoes

~Evans has more strength now, approaching Ki in the center ring

Evans:
I don’t blame you if you hate me
For doing this lame rhyme
But I figured I wouldn’t have a better time
If there ever comes a day
When I never tag you again
I’ll just have solace in knowing
I’ve gained a hellova friend
I know you’re pissed at me
For being stupid and gettin’ pinned
We set this crowd on fire
But we’re still not champions
Your kicks are a death sentence
And the brass ring; we didn’t grab it
So I’m gonna get what I deserve –

~…and Evans drops back down to his knees, his guard completely down, and pointing to his head

Evans:
- and let you let me have it

With that, Evans drops the microphone and keeps his guard down, leaning forward to getting on all fours and hanging his head low. He really wants this. He wants Low Ki to kick his head in. The silent warrior stares down at his now former tag team partner, the crowd throwing a great deal of buzz as to what he’s going to do. Ki gets down and grabs Evans’ arm, prompting him to get back to his feet. Ki also grabs Evans’ mic as he gets up. Is…is Low Ki about to speak into a microphone…?

Ki:
The real warrior’s way
Is to stand by your troops
Regardless of the outcome –
Draw, win, or lose
I’m not gonna throw kicks
‘cause we lost and I neglect you
But in the true warrior’s spirit –

~Ki drops the stick…AND SHOOT KICKS THE STANDING EVANS SQUARE IN THE CHEST! He kicks him so hard, however, that he backpedals off the ropes and speeds back towards Ki, who catches him with his free arm, now holding him in a semi-embrace

Ki:
- I’ll kick you ‘cause I respect you.

And with that, not only have we heard Ki speak (although still not yet on national television), but we’ve heard him drop a rap…and send the crowd into another ovation frenzy. Louisville continues showing these two respect, the now former partners hugging in the center of the ring. Their theme music bellows out across the arena one last time as they pack up and walk back up the aisle together, Ki even breaking out a small smirk this time as Evans dances ahead of him to the back and we fade away…


***


Quote:
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[/i]


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!
***

~Back at ringside…


**DOANE-NATION**


The obnoxious theme belts out over the soundwaves now, the crowd throwing some annoyed heat that gets even louder when Ken Doane steps through the curtain. He’s so full of himself just from standing still and acknowledging the crowd. The cocky air follows him as he walks down the aisle ignoring front row fans as he bounces with nearly every step he takes, his overconfidence radiating. It reaches a pinnacle when he reaches the ring, pausing right before he climbs the steps as though just him stepping into the squared circle is some kind of epic.


**MISERE CANTARE**


…and a WILDLY more lively ovation comes out now for the AOW Dynasty Champion, CM Punk! Punk takes in his ovation as he steps through the curtain, but he noticeably has a pretty pissed off look on his face, not too much unchanged from the look he had in his last exclusives video. Even so, he remains CM Punk and takes a moment to actually walk over to the commentary booth right beside the stage…and ask Steve Romero to ‘check the time’. Punk holds his wrist in front of Romero, to which Steve casually says ‘it’s clobberin’ time’. Punk answers with a more vocal version that Louisville joins in with –“IT’S CLOBBERIN’ TIME!!”

Punk stays pumped up, but very irate, all the way down the aisle. He stares a hole in Doane and even ignores many of the fans in the front row before hopping onto a top rope and holding his Dynasty Championship high, a scowl still on his face as he keeps garnering his big reaction. He gets off the rope to hand the belt to Goose Mahoney, who holds the belt high to let us know what’s at stake here in this second Finale contest


~AOW Dynasty Championship~
The Second City Saint CM Punk(c) v.
Dat Doane Dude Ken Doane



The cocky Doane is the first man to leave his corner, getting out and taunting the reigning champion. He opens his arms and tells Punk to ‘come at me, bro’. But the scowling Punk doesn’t move a muscle. Doane starts jumping around the ring now, doing anything he can to seem to try and provoke Punk here. But again, Punk just stays in his corner, staring Doane down with his vacant, intense expression. The crowd is throwing a great deal of heat at Doane, who is growing more aggravated by the second…before SLAPPING PUNK RIGHT UPSIDE THE FACE!! Doane Just slaps a wide one right into the side of Punk’s face! The entire crowd ‘ooooh’s along with the echoing of the stinging skin impact, Punk barely turning his head…before Punk EXPLODES OUT OF THE CORNER AND TACKLES DOANE DOWN, NAILING HIM WITH A FLURRY OF BLOWS!!

Punk is going to town on Doane, or at least trying to, as Ken covers himself up and tries with all his might to get away from the wrath of the pissed Punk. The crowd is popping all over the place before whiplashing into a great deal of heat when Doane manages to keep rolling and slip under the bottom rope to protect himself from the very wrath he induced. But Punk doesn’t let him go that easily, keeping in pursuit to the outside, snatching Doane by the back of the head…AND CHUNKING HIM INTO THE STEEL RING STEPS!! Goose Mahoney is trying his best to yell at Punk to get him back into the ring.

The aggressive Punk adheres to this warning, taking Doane now and sliding him up under the bottom rope and into the ring. Punk follows soon afterwards, Doane quickly crawling to a set of ropes to perhaps dodge a pinfall or submission attempt, then using the ropes to get back to his feet. Punk stays right on him, giving him a hard shot to his gut before whipping him into an opposite corner. Doane’s back hits the turnbuckle hard, Punk charging and going for the HIGH CORNER KNEE…but Doane darts out of the corner and out of the ring at the last minute! The crowd again throws unruly heat towards the age-old heel tactics

But once again, the keen Punk doesn’t let DAT DOANE DUDE out of his sight, again following Doane and chasing him around the outside. Doane runs away, but then quickly slides back into the ring. Punk again follows suit, but darts right into Doane’s original plan…AND GETS CLOCKED WITH A SURPRISE CLOTHESLINE FOR HIS TROUBLES!! Punk’s agitation costs him there, but Doane can’t cover Punk immediately, having to tend to his spine that was wrapped by the collision with the steel ring steps. He has to take a moment crawl over on his knees then fall on top of Punk with the lateral press –

1…


2…


NO!!

Punk and this match still have much mileage in it still yet! Doane knows that and starts laying boots into Punk’s ribs, just stomping over and over with veracity into Punk’s tender midsection. He stops to grit his teeth and tend to his back again, only to take Punk up by his long hair and twist him around…FALLING NECKBREAKER!! Doane brings Punk down on his head and neck and floats over for another cover –

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2…


NO!!

Punk, again, still has more than enough life still in him, Doane letting out a minor growl of frustration for a moment. He bends over to perhaps take Punk up by his hair again, only to now be seen slapping at his head and taunting him even more. This garners another big round of heat from the Davis Arena, Doane not seeming to care, actually turning around and waving the crowd off.

You shouldn’t keep your eyes off a ‘street rat’ for a second, as Punk demonstrates when he starts delivering hard jabs at Doane’s midsection, the arena seeing a bright spot for Punk here. Punk keeps delivering punches from his knees before springing to his feet and forcing Doane back all the way against the ropes before snatching Doane’s wrist and flinging him across the ring…rebound…LEAPING CALF KICK!! The momentum is really starting to shift now, but Punk can’t make an immediate cover either, shaking the cobwebs out of his head.

Punk now tries to get Done back to his feet and tries to whip him into the ropes once more, but Doane reveres the whip and follows Punk as he goes…and DRIVES A KNEE THROUGH HIS MIDSECTION AS HE’S PRESSED UP AGAINST THE ROPES!! Doane surprises everyone with that smart move, proceeding to take Punk now and whip him across the ring himself. On that rebound, it’s Punk who flashes his smart this time by continuing to run, and on the way by, grabs Doane’s wrist again and flings him into the ropes! On that rebound this time, Punk is ready…with the SNAP SCOOP POWERSLAM!! Punk now goes for his first cover of the contest –

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2…


NO!!

Doane has lots of life still left! Kenny now has to rethink what he’s doing, as Punk rises off of his body, he takes that time to roll out the ring for a third time. This once again garners some heat, especially when Punk tries to dart after him, only for Mahoney to stop him and tell him to back off. Punk doesn’t much listen, his eyes fixed on Doane as he tumbles outside by the entrance aisle; Doane triying to recover and make a new strategy. But as he does that, Punk starts surprising all in attendance by setting his weight back, then SPRINGBOARDING…Doane looks up…SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE TO THE OUTSIDE!! DEATH FROM ABOVE FROM CM PUNK!!

Louisville loves that move, the incredibly peeved and aggressive Punk reaching an apex on that beautiful move!! Punk falls to his knees, while Doane goes down hard, before Punk becomes overcome with adrenaline and pumps a fist to a huge pop, only to look down at the downed body of Doane and simply say “come at me, bro!” No matter how angry he might be, Punk always has the air of a smartass.

Punk takes Doane and tries to scoot him back underneath the bottom ropes and into the ring, but Doane is being a pest and stopping him on the ring lip. Punk then adjusts and takes Doane’s head…and BOUNCES IT OFF THE RING LIP!! This stuns Doane so much he starts stumbling all around the outside, overselling it just a little bit. He makes his way over to a barricade, Punk not following him from the get-go, but instead waiting for him to steady himself…rushing at him…but Kenny lifts him up…AND HANGS PUNK UP ON THE GUARD RAIL!! OH MY, PUNK IS RUNG ALL THE WAY UP!!

Punk falls on the outside, Mahoney to a count of three on the count out, only to look and see Doane shaking his head right and starting to lick his chops. As quickly as the momentum shifted in Punk’s favor, Doane used sneaky tactics to stunt it, wasting no time now and rolling Punk under the bottom rope back into the ring. He crawls over, flattens Punk out, and goes for another definite cover –

1…


2…


3-NO!!

PUNK KEEPS HIS LIFE AND HIS TITLE!! Doane is livid, pounding the mat and getting in Mahoney’s face and barking that that was surely a three count. Mahoney barks right back that it wasn’t, forcing Doane to get down back on the canvas and wrap Punk’s head up in a grounded chin lock. Doane clenches his teeth and tries his best to wear the Dynasty Champion down, Punk refusing to give up every time Mahoney asks him. The Davis arena is starting to try and rile behind Punk once again, clapping and stomping for him to get back to his feet –

*CLAP*
*CLAP*
*CLAP*
*CLAP*
*CLAPCLAP*
*CLAPCLAP*
*CLAPCLAP*
*CLAPCLAPCLAP*
*CLAPCLAPCLAP*

…and Punk and Doane are on their feet, the defiant Chicago native clenching his fingers in struggle…and he nails a pair of elbows right into Doane’s stomach! This gets Punk the separation he needs, allowing him to run and rebound off the ropes and charge back towards Doane…but Doane catches Punk in an ARM DRAG! It’s a deep arm drag, but instead of letting go of the arm, Doane keeps it in and rolls back to his feet…AND HITS PUNK WITH THE SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE! Doane doesn’t let go there, either, rolling through and pulling Punk back up with him…FOR A SECOND SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE! But again, Doane rolls through and doesn’t let go, ready to finish the hat trick…but Punk ducks underneath the third one, wrapping Doane’s arm drag arm around and catching him in a hammerlock…before twisting around…PEPSI TWIST!! PUNK DEBUTS THE HAMMERLOCK LARIAT IN AOW!! The move floors Doane and gets the crowd pumped, the Saint going for a big cover –

1…


2…


3-NO!!

Now it’s Doane’s turn to stop a big victory, Punk now holding up his fingers to ask Mahoney just how close that was. Punk is a little exasperated at the confirmation of the two-count, but he gets to his feet and stalks Doane. Kenny is getting up almost drunk, probably more surprised by the debuting move than anything, but he drifts right into Punk’s clutches once conscious…AND IS HOISTED ONTO PUNK’S SHOULDERS…GTS COMING…NO!! Doane manages to squabble off, landing behind Punk…and leaps at his neck…RKDOANE…NO!! Punk pushes off Doane…AND HE COLLIDES WITH A RING CORNER!!

Doane’s jaw bounces off the corner padding, but he’s dizzied all over again. He turns his body around to be propped up in the corner in the right position, only to see the rejuvenated ‘street rat’ rushing at him…HIGH CORNER KNEE!! DAT DOANE DUDE’s jaw just gets jacked, as Punk clutches his head to finish with the BULLDOG COMBO…ELEVATED NECKBREAKER SLAM!! Doane jams the move halfway and takes Punk up in a back suplex position, only to bring him crashing back down with the neckbreaker slam!! One of Doane’s key signatures nets him another fall attempt –

1…


2…


3-NO!!

PUNK STILL HAS LIFE!! The ever resilient Dynasty Champion stays alive, only enraging Ken Doane even more. Kenny D pounds the mat in what looks like frustration…but then we see that he’s just beginning to stalk Punk. He uses that frustrated energy to go towards the top rope. Punk is just now beginning to stir down on the mat, Doane opening his arms to garner even more heat. Punk gets to his knees and slowly begins to rise up more, Doane not adjusting himself in the slightest, now preparing…LEAPING…THE DOANE NATION DIVING CLOTHESLINE COMING…ROUNDHOUSE TO THE SKULL!! CM PUNK ROUNDHOUSES DOANE RIGHT OUT OF THE SKY!!

Doane falls to the mat, completely lifeless and quite possibly headless! Louisville is erupting, Punk pulling a card out of his hat at the very last minute. As Doane lays lifeless on the canvas, the now exhilarated Punk presses his hands together…and puts them beside his ear. It’s time to end this nonsense. Doane hasn’t even so much as moved since he hit the canvas, Punk having to go over and peel him off, setting him ON HIS SHOULDERS…a small dramatic pause…GO TO SLEEP!! GTS CONNECTING!! Doane’s jaw is jacked once again as he collapses to the floor…but Punk doesn’t go for a cover??

He stands over the dead Doane, just staring a hole through him and his blank angry face returning. Punk then takes Doane by the wrist and for a second time peels him off the canvas, only to prop him right back up on his shoulders, the entire crowd buzzing once again…AND DELIVERS A SECOND GTS!! A SECOND GTS!! Punk makes good on his promise to let out his steam on Doane!! Doane might very well have lockjaw as he collapses to the canvas for the third time in the last few minutes, Punk now dropping with a convincing, confident, and quite academic leg hook –

1…


2…


3…!!!

Here is your winner and STILL AOW Dynasty Champion…CM PUNK at (9:58)



There it is! CM Punk makes an example out of Ken Doane just like he vowed he would, taking out his frustrations on the brash adversary. Punk is handed his Dynasty Championship, a smile now plastered across his face as he holds the gold he’s fought so hard for up over his head. He defends it once again here tonight at the expense of a new challenger, but as Miz notes on commentary, he may have much larger, blacker, and angrier fish to fry when the AOW’s season begins anew. But for now, CM Punk remains Dynasty Champion and Ken Doane, well, remains the butt of everyone’s jokes.


~Backstage, viewing area…


Which brings us to Matt Sydal watching a TV screen, toying with his wrist tape and watching the last segment play out with a smile on his face


Sydal:
Karma’s a bitch, ain’t it, Kenny?

~Sydal’s smirk continues until he turns around. The camera shows several chairs and in one of them sits Billy Kidman. Kidman looks pretty zoned out

Sydal:
Hey, Billy. Billy!

~Sydal has to snap his finger’s in his mentor’s face to get him to come back to reality

Sydal:
What’s up, Billy? You’re more zoned out about this than I am. And I probably should be.

Kidman:
Nothing. Just a lot on my mind. That’s all.

Sydal:
Well…you can tell me. Right?

~Sydal has an eager and well-meaning face on…but Kidman just smirks a little and shakes his head

Kidman:
It’s not your business to know, kid. Go finish your warm-ups. You’re on next.

~Sydal pats his mentor on the back before getting up and seemingly going to a different area to finish as we fade away…


~Backstage, locker room


…and venture a little further backstage where we see the Cruiserweight Champion himself, Bryan Danielson. He too seems to be in his final warm-up stages, as he shadow boxes intensely as Torrie Wilson taps his shoulder


Torrie:
Bryan Danielson, you’re just moments away from a title defense against Matt Sydal. His title shot has been wrapped in a little bit of controversy. What’re your thoughts on your match tonight?

Danielson:
Controversy? What controversy?

Torrie:
Well the fact that Matt Sydal has yet to have a win since being a part of AOW and now OVW.

Danielson:
Wins? Losses? Gold doesn’t care. And if the gold doesn’t care, I certainly don’t. He’s obviously doing something right. And as champion, it’s my job to stay that way against anybody and everybody…even if they seem like a nobody. There’s no controversy here. Just certainty. The certainty that I’m going to keep my AOW Cruiserweight Championship.

~Danielson gives Wilson a confident nod before darting out of the scene, presumably to Gorilla position as we fade away…



Quote:


AOW WEDNESDAY NIGHT OBLIVION RETURNS!
!!TWO HOUR SEASON PREMIERE!!
JUNE 4TH
9/8c ONLY ON FX

~Back at ringside...


**MACH**

The exciting riff hits the threshold to a surprising ovation for one of AOW’s most intimately featured young men, despite the fact that his booking hasn’t been the best in any sense of the word. Matt Sydal bursts through the curtain with a huge smile on his face, his very first Cruiserweight Championship opportunity right within his grasp. Coming up behind him is his mentor, the veteran Billy Kidman. Kidman seems a little more into things than he did a moment ago, but even still, he points Sydal towards the ring and prompts Matt to dash the rest of the way down the aisle, London & Kendrick style. He plays to the crowd and throws up his ‘peace’ sign to play off of them some more, awaiting his battle tested opponent.


**FINAL COUNTDOWN**


And on that note, the Europe jingle gives way to a man who many say is the best pure wrestler in the world in Bryan Danielson. Danielson is greeted with a HUGE pop, his maroon hooded jacket up, the title around his waist, and his lone finger held high in the air. When the song hits a certain chord, he pulls the hood off and shows his face to a larger pop, holding his finger high as he struts down the ramp with his championship still in tote. He keeps his index finger high, all the way until he climbs a top rope and unhooks his title, pointing to the crowd and singing “IT’S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN!” along with the Louisville faithful.

As the referee handles the gold and both men make preparations in their corners, something catches our eye, and thus, the two men in the ring. There’s a man missing at ringside. Billy Kidman…is walking away? Kidman has left his perch from ringside and is heading back up the aisle to a great buzz from the crowd. Sydal doesn’t notice it until he’s already halfway up the aisle. The bewildered kid is almost beside himself, rushing to the nearest ropes and starts yelling up the ramp – “BILLY! BILLY!!” Kidman doesn’t even so much as turn around, keeping his head down and walking back through the curtain. The bell rings for the start of the match…but no one’s sure what’s going on.



~AOW Cruiserweight Championship~
The American Dragon Bryan Danielson (c) v.
Matt Sydal



The bell rings as Sydal stares up at the aisle, his mentor leaving him behind when perhaps he needs him the most. There’s worry and misunderstanding written all over Matt’s face; unable to truly comprehend what’s going on. This confusion is carried over to Danielson for a moment, who isn’t so much worried as he is concerned. The honorable Danielson then steps forward to the center of the ring, Sydal picking up his movement in the corner of his eye. Sydal turns to see Danielson in the middle of the ring, his hand extended. Sydal hesitates for a moment, worry still on his face, as he steps up and shakes Danielson’s hand to a very sportsman-supporting pop. As the two shake hands, we can make out Danielson telling Sydal something with his lips.

“It’s just you and me then, okay?"

With the honor code and concern out of the way, both men begin circling one another and initiate a tight collar-and-elbow tie up that Sydal gets the advantage on, wrenching Danielson with a headlock. Danielson quickly finds his way out of it, wrenching Sydal’s wrist and arm behind him into a hammerlock before reaching up and pulling Sydal in for a headlock of his own. Matt uses this to back into the ropes, slinging Danielson across the ring and undoing the hold, but on the rebound, he’s SMACKED with a hard shoulder block.

Sydal goes down, only to see Danielson rebound off the ropes and for Sydal to lay flat so that he may keep running. Off of this second rebound, Sydal surprises Danielson by catching him in yet another headlock, but Danielson keeps his momentum going from off the ropes and spins while in Sydal’s possession…and turns it into a SPINNING BACK SUPLEX!! A very nifty counter there as Danielson sets up the first fall of the contest –

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Sydal still has plenty life, throwing up his shoulder and using it to sling himself back to his feet. He gets back up only to see Danielson punt him in the gut and catch him in a front headlock, setting him up…PERFECT SUPLEX!! Danielson with another crisp move there, the Dragon floating over for a pin –

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Again, Sydal won’t go down so easily. Danielson tugs Sydal back to his feet, again trapping him in a headlock, but once again Sydal uses the ropes to fling Danielson across the ring. On this rebound, Danielson attempts to perhaps CLOTHESLINE SYDAL, but Matt ducks it close to the ropes and sends Danielson OVER THE TOP ROPE…but he lands on the apron! Danielson delivers a hard right hand that knocks Sydal away, only for Matt to come right back with his own. Danielson delivers another hard right, only for Sydal to retaliate with a HIGH ROUNDHOUSE TO DANIELSON’S HEAD!!

Danielson is stupefied and surprised by the move, but he’s not knocked off the apron just yet. He’s dizzied and leaning, allowing Sydal to run and rebound off the opposite ropes to fling himself towards Danielson…and go for a RUNNING DROPKICK…but he stalls the kick in midair…AND INSTEAD HITS A STALLED LOW DROPKICK that takes Danielson’s legs from under him!! The independent veteran falls from his apron perch and cracks his jaw off of the ring apron! The champion is on the defensive now, trying to pick himself up off the outside, only for him to look up and see Danielson flying at him…SLINGSHOT HURRICANRANA!! THE PLANCHA HURRICANRANA CONNECTS!!

The crowd is steadily getting behind Sydal here, the winless cruiserweight pumping a minor fist before staying on Danielson. He takes the woozy Danielson now and slides him right back under the ropes and into the ring. The kid has a chance here, following Danielson into the ring and going for what could be a big cover –

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Danielson is dizzied, but he’s not knocked out, as he throws a shoulder up and brings himself back up to his feet. He meets a standing Sydal, who is ready to blitz him with SHOOT KICKS TO HIS SIDES!! Danielson is eating some of his own signature feet here, Bryan having to cover up a little big. Sydal looks to end his sequence with a big ROUNDHOUSE TO DANIELSON’S HEAD…NO!! Bryan catches the kick, but Sydal bounces off of his other leg…ENZEGUIRI…NO!!

Danielson dodges that one as well, sending Sydal flat on the canvas with Danielson in possession still of his other leg. Danielson quickly wraps that leg around his ankle, then securing the other leg and doing the same. Once those are locked in, he reaches over and grabs hold of both of Sydal’s arms, pulling him up to try and gain some backwards momentum…before both men roll back…SURFBOARD STRETCH!! SYDAL’S TRAPPED IN A DANIELSON SUBMISSION!!

Sydal is screaming in pain, his arms being wrenched behind him and his knees being torn from under him. The crowd is heating up, Sydal trying to find some way out of this. Referee Brian Hebner is asking Sydal if he wants to give up, the determinant young stud refusing to give in here, with or without his mentor. As Sydal stays in the game, we can see Danielson’s grip on his wrists start to climb up more towards his head…AND HE PULLS SYDAL’S HEAD INTO HIS CHEST!! SYDAL IS ALL KINDS OF CONTORTED HERE!!

The St. Louis native’s flexibility is used as a curse onto his existence here, as every fiber of his being is being contorted in ways the human body should never bend. Even more hurtful for Sydal is that he’s hanging upside down and staring in the direction; right at the spot that Billy Kidman would’ve been standing at, barking at him to keep going. As Sydal refuses to give up here and take the full brunt of the pain, he reaches in and starts prying the intense Danielson’s fingers off of his face, getting him to lossen the grip. He struggles, but expands his hands away, allowing Sydal to start PULLING HIS BODY UP WITH THE LEGS STILL WRAPPED in the surfboard. Almost as if he’s levitating a zombie rising out of the crave, Sydal is almost hovering above Danielson here until AmDrag lets go of the legs and causes Sydal to drop square on his knees.

Sydal is still on his knees when Danielson rolls to his feet, allowing for what could be an easy SHOOT ROUNDHOUSE position…but Sydal ducks it at the last second and causes Danielson to spin all the way around, opening up his back to his opponent, who catches him in a half nelson…HALF NELSON FLIP SLAM!! WOW!! A very impressive move from Sydal there, a safer variation of the half nelson driver, but nonetheless, gets a big pop from the surprised Louisville crowd. Sydal sees the chance, another big pin attempt coming –

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The champion Dragon hangs on! As impressive a move as it was, it doesn’t quite put the resilient Danielson away, Sydal trying to perhaps think of something to follow it up with. He takes a quick look towards his empty corner, wondering what Kidman would tell him, before venturing over to pick Danielson back up. Danielson gets a burst of life, retaliating with a surprising EUROPEAN UPPERCUT that has such veracity behind it, it knocks Sydal back into the ropes. He springs off of them, only to be greeted by a Danielson SHOOT KICK TO THE CHEST!! The kick knocks Sydal back so hard, he goes careening into the ropes yet again, bouncing off and rebounding back towards Danielson…who nails him in the chest with a Leonidas-like THRUST KICK that sends Sydal backpedalling and shooting off the ropes in Irish whip fashion back at Danielson, who quickly scoops him up onto his shoulders…before dropping him with a SAMOAN DRIVER!! Danielson returns the favor by dropping Sydal on his head!! The pumped Danielson scoots over and hooks both of Sydal’s legs –

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SYDAL STAYS ALIVE!! Amidst an onslaught of Dragon offense, Sydal stays in this thing! His entire body is pretty much limp, but he wants to stay in this thing! Big spots abound as the match approaches the seven minute mark, these cruiserweights trying their best to best each other. Danielson takes the battered Sydal and tries to pull him to his feet, struggling with the limp weight, but manages to get him up. He tosses Sydal into the opposite ropes, looking for something on the rebound…A SLEEPER HOLD!! Danielson really looks to wear Sydal down here!

If Sydal has any extra steam, Danielson wants to wrench it out of him, wrenching his head in the classic clutch. Sydal is fading rather quickly, but manages to gather himself after a few seconds and deliver a pair of blows to Danielson’s ribs. This loosens the grip, but doesn’t kill the hold until Sydal slips out from under him and crawls beneath Danielson’s legs. As Danielson stoops over to perhaps reach back for Sydal, Matt grabs Danielson’s wrists and yanks them forward, flipping Danielson over! Sydal then throws his body over Danielson’s, hooking him up in a NIFTY LUCHA LIBRE COVER –

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The well-traveled Danielson is able to unhook the hold, but no later than when he gets to his feet does Sydal charge at him once more, only to slip on through his legs again, this time with a SCHOOL BOY ROLL-UP –

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Danielson torques out of the school boy…AND GOES FOR THE LEBELL…but Sydal performs a grounded summersault over his own head to wrench out of the hold, now taking reach of Danielson’s legs and getting him in a PRAWN HOLD –

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Danielson throws his legs forward and tucks Sydal’s head in, turning the prawn hold into a SUNSET COVER FOR THE CHAMPION –

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Sydal rocks back, pinning Danielson beneath him with both legs hooked –

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AmDrag again shifts the teetertotter forward, pinning Sydal again with the SUNSET COVER –

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Sydal claps his thighs together and ends that cover, only for he and Danielson to rapidly roll back to their feet on opposite corners. Both men pony up and rush at each other, a physical game of joust coming…only for Sydal to hit a HURRICANRANA PIN!! Sydal uses Danielson’s momentum against him, as his shoulders go CRASHING against the canvas!! Sydal grips one leg and tries to grip the other –

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SYDAL ALMOST HAD IT!! If he had gripped both legs, maybe, just maybe, he’d be champion!! But we’ll never know, as Danielson groggily gets to his feet. Sydal wraps the dizzy champion in a front headlock, drifting on over by a second corner rope…pushing off…TORNADO DDT!! SYDAL NAILS THE TORNADO DDT!! DANIELSON’S HEAD IS DRIVEN INTO THE CANVAS!! Sydal can hardly believe what’s going on, and neither can Louisville, who are white hot for this underdog of underdogs.

Sydal looks determined…and then he takes a look over to where Kidman would be. His determined look is sustained as he goes on over to towards that spot, stepping through the ropes, but instead now going to climb the top turnbuckle. He gonna try for it. Danielson isn’t moving, the crowd is on their feet, and Sydal prepares his balance and stands up straight on the top rope, a cruiserweight towering over his champion as Kentucky roars – SHOOTING STAR PRESS…NOBODY HOME!! NO!! Danielson rolls out of the way at the last second!!

Sydal lands hard on his stomach, clutching it as he tries to recover. He brings himself up enough to be on his knees, but as Danielson shakes the cobwebs out of his head, he looks over to see Sydal in that position…and NAILS HIM IN THE CHEST WITH A SHOOT KICK!! Sydal’s body recoils violently, only for it to be shook again with a SECOND SHOOT KICK!! AND ANOTHER!! AND ANOTHER!! Sydal’s bones are losing more and more life with each hit, but when Danielson takes a step back and roars to prepare for the FINISHING KILLING ROUNDHOUSE…SYDAL DUCKS!!

Danielson spins all the way around, allowing Sydal to get him around his waist and push him forward off the ropes, going for a VICTORY ROLL…NO!! Danielson holds onto the ropes, forcing Sydal to roll back empty handed on his head and then back to his knees…AND THE FINISHING ROUNDHOUSE CRACKS OFF OF SYDAL’S SKULL!! DANIELSON FINISHES THE SEQUENCE ANYWAY!! Sydal drops like he’s been shot, completely lifeless, as Danielson drops over him now for a cover –

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SYDAL STAYS ALIVE!!! SYDAL IS STAYING ALIVE!! How is he going on? Regardless, the normally much softer Sydal is still in this thing to the surprise of many, most notably Danielson himself. Danielson takes the limp Sydal and wraps him up in a reverse cradle, before hoisting back…REGALPLEX!! REGALPLEX!! Sydal’s head is driven in the canvas as he’s flipped over, Danielson trying not to waste any time on this one –

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SYDAL ROLLS A SHOULDER!! BUT HOW?? But wait…LEBELL LOCK!! LEBELL LOCK!! DANIELSON GRABS AND WRAPS AROUND THE ARM SYDAL THREW UP ON THE KICKOUT!! The only life in Sydal’s body now is the one in his face, written in absolute agony. Sydal is screaming, clawing with his free hand, trying to find a way out of this when his entire body behind him won’t really move. Danielson is selling the intensity of the hold, trying with all his might to rear back and grit as the crowd loses their shit. Sydal is scrambling, trying to turn both men so he can get in good enough position to make it to a rope. He crawls closer and closer to one…but Danielson shifts his weight just a hair, completely stopping Sydal’s momentum. Sydal has to find another way, scriffing around with his legs…AND MANAGES TO HANG AN ANKLE ONTO A BOTTOM ROPE!!

Danielson respectfully lets go with no real shenanigans outside of a referee DQ three count, but he rolls away and watches as the battered kid tries his damndest to get back to his feet. We can almost see the pain in Danielson’s face. He’s a competitor, but it looks like he doesn’t want to keep breaking this kid down. Sydal painfully and groggily gets up and is leaning up against a corner. Danielson shakes off any emotional look he has and sees a vertical opponent, CHARGING AT THE CORNER…BOOT TO THE FACE FROM SYDAL!! Sydal counts with an unspectacular, but practical, blow to the face!

This sends Danielson reeling, making him back up quite a few steps to make sure all his teeth are in. As he does that, Sydal musters up his remaining strength and pulls himself up to the top rope, the crowd starting to get back on their feet. Danielson drifts back towards the corner, only to look up and see a FLYING SYDAL…FLYING DOUBLE KNEES!! THE FLYING DOUBLE KNEES!! Danielson is taken down hard! But that might’ve been all the wear that Sydal had left! Sydal hits the canvas hard on the high-risk move, not able to get up immediately.

It takes him a few seconds to lift himself off the canvas, but by that time, Danielson is starting to recover as well. The wobbly legged Sydal turns to see Danielson drunkenly getting up, turning around…and Sydal aims for a STUNNING SUPERKICK…NO!! Danielson catches the kick before it hits his face, spinning Sydal around and grabbing him in a rear waistlock, all in one smooth motion…AND NAILS A GERMAN SUPLEX!! But Danielson’s not done, rolling the hips and keeping the waistlock in…A SECOND GERMAN SUPLEX!! Danielson holds the bridge on this one, giving him a DOUBLE SUPLEX PIN on Sydal –

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WITH ALL HIS STRENGTH AND MIGHT, MATT SYDAL THRASHES FOR THE KICKOUT!! The crowd lets out a HUGE pop, Sydal using every last bit of strength he potentially had left to get out and keep going! Danielson is stunned, forced onto his bottom and looking at Sydal with happy disbelief. He looks up with a wry smile at Hebner, who only flashes two fingers. All AmDrag can do is shake his head and try not to snap.

Sydal, again, is crawling and trying to gain any kind of leverage he can to get back to his feet. He’s once again in the corner, using the ropes to pull his decimated body back to his feet. Once again, Danielson sees this and prepares himself, bullrushing Sydal once he gets vertical…EXPLODING CORNER DROPKICK!! Sydal doesn’t have the strength to muster out a counter this time, his entire body being forced to collide with the submission specialist before him. The crowd deflates as Danielson goes for yet another cover –

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This one isn’t as close as the previous ones, but the crows pops in amazement as Sydal just keeps on going. He refuses to give in. Danielson shakes his head once again, but he doesn’t have a smile this time. His frustration is mounting as he gets back to his feet, looking down at this dude with guts at his feet. Sydal is still stirring, possibly using everything he has in him to get to his feet...scratching, clawing…only to SLAP BRYAN DANIELSON IN THE FACE!!

The defiant, determined, and possibly angry Sydal makes Kentucky pop for him again! Sydal doesn’t have much strength left, Danielson taking the slap in stride, nodding his head at his challenger…before taking his doubled over opponent in his arms and hoisting him up…AND NAILS HIM WITH AN OVER THE SHOULDER POWERBOMB!! OH MY WORD!! DANIELSON DRIVES SYDAL DOWN WITH THE POWERBOMB!! There’s a deal of sorrow in Danielson’s eyes when he nails the move, although he’s still angry at the defiance. Sydal is folded like an accordion now, Danielson having to pause to perhaps ask himself if he’s doing the right thing, before laying Sydal flat –

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MATT SYDAL KICKS OUT YET AGAIN!! HOW ON EARTH IS HE DOING THIS?? The will, the heart, no matter what it may be, it’s all Sydal can be running on by this point! He’s limp, possibly not even knowing who or where he is, but the Davis Arena is lighting up for this guy. Danielson is flat on the canvas as well, but not out of exhaustion; more along the lines of frustration and disbelief. He curls himself back up to let out a sigh, having to keep the match going. Sydal turns over as he does and tries his best to push himself back up, that taking a great amount of effort in itself. Danielson doubles him over yet again, putting him between his legs, and possibly going for a more definitive powerbomb here…hoists him up…SAMURAI DRIVER!! SAMURAI DRIVER!! THE CROWD POPS AS THE HUGE COUNTER FROM SYDAL DRIVES DANIELSON’S SKULL INTO THE CANVAS!!

Danielson is flatlined now, Sydal getting a burst of energy to flail back to his feet and roam back over to a corner. He uses all his might to start climbing to the top rope, struggling to do so before finally getting there with his back to the ring. It takes him another few seconds to turn back around towards the ring, the crowd still popping hard, trying to fuel this gutsy kid on. He finally turns around all the way, looking at Danielson below and prepares for another attempt at the SHOOTING STAR PRESS…NO!! Danielson springs to his feet, fueled by adrenaline, and jams the move by rushing to the top rope himself!!

Danielson and Sydal trade blows on the top rope, Sydal trying with all his might behind each hit…AND HE LANDS A HAYMAKER THAT SENDS DANIELSON CRASHING ALL THE WAY DOWN!! Danielson is lain flat out, Sydal now having to readjust himself with all of Kentucky, and perhaps the wrestling world, at his back. He sets up…leaps…THE BEAUTIFUL SHOOTING STAR PRESS…CONNECTS!! SYDAL CONNECTS!! MATT SYDAL HAS JUST NAILED THE REIGNING CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION WITH THE SHOOTING STAR PRESS!! The crowd loses their minds, but the absolutely decimated and destroyed Sydal can’t make the immediate cover! He’s clutching at his ribs, selling the collision, and all the abuse he’s taken comes to the forefront when one executes a high risk move. Sydal can barely move after the impact, but the crowd is still roaring, 3,000+ urging this never-say-die St. Louis kid to go for the big one, trying to muster him on. Sydal barely begins to stir, still clutching his ribs and crawling over from his elbow, closer…closer…slinging an arm over for the COVER –

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DANIELSON ROLLS A SHOUDLER!! DANIELSON ROLLS A SHOULDER AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND!! Oh my word! The crowd doesn’t know what to think now, as neither man is immediately able to recover, even after the kickout. All Danielson can do is try to bear the pain and sit back up, but all Sydal can do is lay flat on the canvas, his head turned to face the very spot that Kidman left earlier. He’s done everything he can. Now what else is he to do?

Danielson is back to his feet, his turn to lean on the ropes now for support, while Sydal has just enough guile left to push himself to a vertical base. Danielson charges at his challenger, but Sydal wraps up both of Danielson’s arms, perhaps going for the BACKSIDE PIN…but Danielson stops it, pulling on his side also going for a backside! Both men are pulling in an inverted double underhook tug of war! Sydal can’t have much left in him, but he’s got his teeth gritted and desperately trying to pull AmDrag over…but suddenly, Danielson lets go of the underhooks, which causes the still pulling Sydal to fall flat on the canvas! Danielson doesn’t miss a beat, for as soon as Sydal is flat on his stomach, he reaches down and flips…CATTLE MUTILATION!! CATTLE MUTLIATION CLOSE TO THE CENTER OF THE RING!!

They’re not quite in the center, but they’re close enough that Sydal can’t quite reach a rope with his leg! The crowd is buzzing tremendously, perhaps urging Sydal on, but perhaps cheering for Danielson to end this thing. Matt is holding on as best he can, no matter how much he screams in pain, he won’t tell Hebner he’s giving up. He tries to slide closer to the ring ropes, closer to the one thing that he has as hope…but as he stabs at the ropes with his toe, he can’t quite make it. Danielson clenches and holds the lock even tighter, the entire arena on it’s feet as these two struggle…


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…AND SYDAL GIVES UP!! HE FINALLY GIVES UP!!

Winner and STILL AOW Cruiserweight Champion: Bryan Danielson at (18:47)



The Champion breaks his bridge and lets go of Sydal’s arms. Matt doesn’t move much beyond pulling his arms in, while Danielson is handed his Cruiserweight gold. The crowd is cheering big for a decision, but Danielson doesn’t celebrate for too long, opting instead to make sure that Sydal is okay. Matt gets himself to his feet, but he’s visibly upset, disappointment written all over his face. Danielson, like earlier, approaches him and extends a hand, consoling him with another handshake. When that one is over, Danielson even goes so far as to grab Sydal’s wrist…and raise his hand alongside his own. Sydal is surprised at the gesture as well as the big ovation he receives, but he can’t help but wonder how proud Kidman would’ve been had he stuck around and we fade away…


~Backstage, interview area…



Torrie:
Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, your OVW Heavyweight Champion – Eric Perez!

~The camera pans to our right to reveal an incredibly confident Perez, which gets a round of heat from the arena beyond the walls. He’s got his sunglasses on indoors and at night

Torrie
:
Eric, you’ve had quite an eventful Offseason that’s about to be capped off by having to defend your title in a Fatal 4-Way match –

Perez:
Stop right there, mamacita. You mean I’m about to cap off my Offseason by successfully defending my OVW Heavyweight Championship against three sucka’s who don’t have a chance in the world.

Torrie:
Er…okay?

Perez:
Through all the ups and downs I’ve had since AOW got here, the one thing I’m gonna take away from this is simple. I’m on the big man’s side. Paul Heyman? He’s mi primo amigo. And when you got connections like that? You don’t have to do much. But because I’m just that much classier than everyone in OVW, and from what I’ve seen, AOW too, I’m gonna put forth my best effort anyway.

Torrie:
Some are saying your friendship with Heyman is the only reason you have a chance in this match after he reversed the decision made by Al Snow. What do you say to that?

~Perez SNATCHES off his own sunglasses

Perez:
Only reason? Only reason? How about three?
~Perez holds out his hand and raises a finger for each reason

Perez:
Puerto Rican Necktie. La Critical. And class. And a combination of all three spells only one thing, connections or not – that Eric Perez will STILL be OVW Heavyweight Champion.

~Perez looks incredibly smug after rattling off his finishers, walking away from the scene, but not before he puts a finger to Torrie’s chin in a quick flirtatious move on his way out. Torrie seems appalled as we fade away…


~Back to ringside…


Terry Boddle is in the ring and ready to get to his announcing duties, but he’s suddenly cut off by the sudden chime of the most ‘holier than thou’ music anyone can ever be interrupted by.

**HALLELUJAH CHORUS**

The signature portion of Handel’s “Messiah” piece bellows out to a universal groan from the Louisville crowd. Aaron “Idol” Sandow walks on through the curtain with his blue and white bathrobe-esque attire and a microphone in his hand, held delicately as if it were a wine glass. In his other dignified hand is…a viola case? Whatever instrument he may be holding comes alongside him as he charmingly struts is way down the ramp, his nose held high to all the jeers he’s receiving. He doesn’t step into the ring, beckoning the ring announcer to hold open the ring ropes. Boddle does the bidding, holding it open and allowing Sandow to step into the ring, much to the fans’ dismay.



Sandow:
Now I know what you all are expecting. But you’re not going to get it.

~Sandow fully steps into the ring, viola case in hand

Sandow
:
You are all eagerly anticipating the OVW Championship match as we speak, yes?

~The crowd lets out a resounding “YES!!”

Sandow
:
Well that is exactly what you won’t get.

~Sandow eats a whole round of heat

Sandow
:
See, you cannot have an OVW Championship match showcasing the best talents that OVW has to offer without having me, Your Idol, Aaron Sandow.

~Sandow bows to an even greater round of heat

Sandow
:
And unlike that barbariac ruffian Jay Bradley, I’m much more intelligent. I’m not going to storm the ring out of my frustrations and try to take down all four men at once. No, no. That is the epitomy of idiocy. Furthermore, I will conduct my own terms of protest, no matter how badly you people try to antagonize me.
~The crowd continues to antagonize him

Sandow
:
But since I know many of you don’t possess anything past a sixth grade level intellect, “antagonize” means ‘make me look like the bad guy’.

~…and they continue

Sandow
:
So instead of treating you all to the terrible decision making of Al Snow, I will openly boycott this contest on the grounds of intellectual protest. You will not see four undeserving savages ripping into each other for championships and entertainment.

~Big round of heat

Sandow
:
Instead, you degenerates will be treated to the enlightenment of Johan Sebastian Bach on the viola. You’re welcome!


And the crowd just starts SHITTING on Sandow as he stands center stage and unhooks his viola case, taking out the extravagant instrument. He takes the bow out alongside it and smiles to himself as the crowd keeps bringing down an ungodly rain of heat. You almost can’t hear Bach’s D Minor Concerto being graciously played by the bearded academician. He goes on for almost thirty seconds of enlightened ignorant music to massive heat until we hear a sound we would’ve never thought to hear in the Offseason…



*SEXY BOY*



What the-?? Could it really be…? It is!! Shawn Michaels is in Louisville!! The Heart Break Kid is here!! The Davis arena completely does a 180 and belts out the loudest pop of the night for the arrival of the man himself!! San Antonio’s favorite son marches down the OVW aisle with some blue jeans, boots, and an HBK T-shirt. He’s got some noticeable stubble, but overall he looks much better than the last time we saw him. He smirks as he takes in his reaction before rolling into the ring with a microphone in hand. Sandow has stopped playing to stare Michaels down with intense ire


Sandow:
Who the devil do you think you are interrupting my Concerto??

~The crowd goes back to throwing heat. HBK’s smirk disappears for just a moment before he raises the mic to his lips

HBK:
Y’know, you seem like a really intelligent guy. So you should know who I am. I’m the Icon. The Main Event. The Showstopper. The Heart Break Kid – SHAWWWNN MICHAAEELS~!!

~HBK puts himself over to another HUGE ovation, but Sandow doesn’t look the least bit entertained

Sandow
:
I know who you are, Mr. Michaels, but quite frankly, you are nothing but an uncultured heathen just like the rest of these ingrates for ruining my symphonic protest.

~Sandow can’t even finish his sentence without getting heat

HBK:
Woh, woh, woh, there, Socrates. Let’s just take a step back here. Maybe Shawn Michaels isn’t here to interrupt you. Maybe Shawn Michaels is here to, y’know, join you.

~Sandow is skeptical

Sandow
:
You…wish to be enlightened?

HBK:
Yeah, sure, why not? I mean, it’s not like I’ve had the best of times in AOW. Maybe a little Concerto is what I need to see things clearly.

Sandow:
Ahh…Mr. Michaels! I had no idea you had so much intellectual aspiration! Ladies and gentlemen, Shawn Michaels, the man with the most degenerate reputation of all of you, can see the light! Why can’t any of you ignoramuses?

~Aaand once again, more heat on the intellectual

Sandow
:
Should I begin again for you, Mr. Michaels?

HBK:
Indeed you can. But…just for one measure…you think I could play it?

~The crowd doesn’t completely know what to think about this , but Sandow just seems so delighted to have found an intellectual partner. A hammy smile graces his face as he actually hands the viola and bow over to HBK. Before Shawn lifts it to his chin to begin…he sets down the viola and grabs his microphone once more

HBK:
Y’know…I’ve had a lot of time to think this Offseason. And I’ve had a lot to think about. But if there’s two things you should know, Aaron Idol, about Shawn Michaels, it’s the two constants I’ve followed my entire career. One – always steal the show.

~The crowd pops at that one

HBK:
…and two – never let anyone else stop the show.

~We can see Michaels fake expression towards Sandow begin to fade, Sandow perhaps now getting it

HBK:
See, Aaron, as smart as you are, you haven’t been here as long as I have. Hell, no one here in this arena right now has been here as long as I have. Except maybe the Stinky Head Cheese Man himself, Al Snow.

~A small round of laughter for the reference to the OVW Commissioner

HBK:
But see Aaron, you’re stepping on my principles right now. You’re stopping this show so you can parade around with your big brain. That’s a sin to Shawn Michaels. And if I were a religious man – and we all know I’ve seen a pew or two – I have to do everything I can to help stop my fellow man from adhering to sins. Even if I have to do them in a…what was it you called me? A…“degenerate??

~And the entire crowd lights up and goes nuts. A small smirk graces Michaels’ face


HBK:
Even if I have to do them in a ‘degenerate’ way. So how about I end your cute little ‘protest’ in the only way I know how.

~Michaels reaches down and drops his microphone, only to pick the viola right back up in his free hand, the bow still in the other. However, when he stoops back up, he sees Sandow is much closer to him than he was initially. He then snatches the viola from Michaels’ hand

Sandow
:
No, no. If I know Shawn Michaels like I know I do, you will do one of two things. A – hit me in the head with my grandfather’s viola, or –

~Sandow is cut off when the crowd popping for that option

Sandow
:
Or B – try and kick me in the jaw.

~Sandow wryly smiles as the crowd POPS even louder for that idea

Sandow
:
But if I have the instrument, you cannot do A, and if I remain close to you, you cannot do B. So I hope you’re ready for a front-row concert of the classics, Mr. Michaels.


Sandow goes to play his viola right in Michaels face…but then realizes he a microphone in his hands and now the bow. He realizes this too late, for when he reaches for the bow in Michaels’ hands…HBK takes the viola bow and rubs it against his crotch!! Degenerate indeed! Michaels doesn’t stop, treating the bow as if it were a towel and he’s drying off his man parts, Sandow absolutely disgusted and stepping away from Michaels. The crowd is losing their shit here, but before long Michaels just takes the bow and chunks it out of the ring, prompting the intellectual mastermind that is Sandow to turn at Michaels with a ‘what was that for’ look…only to eat SWEET CHIN MUSIC!! AARON SANDOW TASTES SWEET CHIN MUSIC!!

The crowd loses their freaking minds as “SEXY BOY” blares back out over the sound system. Michaels has a smartass smile all over his face, almost looking like he just stepped out of 1996 again. The Showstopper keeps the show rolling, rolling out the ring after he watches Sandow and his bathrobe roll all the way out as well. Michaels makes his way back up the aisle as jovial as when he arrived, but as both Romero and Miz point out, he will almost certainly have a very different outlook on things when Oblivion goes back on the airwaves and Heyman’s leniency with him will almost assuredly evaporate as we fade away…



Quote:
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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

***

~Back at ringside…


**CHRIS IS AWESOME**

With the ringside area now clear of any extra variables, the stage is set for what should be a wild match, the newest member of OVW being the first man down. Chris Hero receives a hero’s welcome indeed, as he bursts through the curtain and takes in his great reaction. He slowly walks to the ring with a small smirk on his face, his shoulders bouncing along with the rhythm of his entrance theme once he gets close to the ring. He then walks along the perimeter, slapping high fives before taking hold of one of the ropes and pulling himself in, the camera staying close up on his face to show him mouthing the words of his song. He points to himself whenever the song mentions “Chris Hero”, a small “HERO! HERO!” chant kicking up


**HELL IN SCOTLAND**


Hero’s hip hop theme is interrupted by the more traditional (if bagpipe assisted) theme of on “Mad Scot”, Drew Galloway. Galloway has his kilt on yet again and a stone face, but it gets softer the more he steps down the aisle, warming up the fans’ generous reaction. He doesn’t slap any fives, but he does roll in and play to the Davis Arena a little bit before taking off his kilt and staring daggers into Hero. Chris even goes as far as to challenge him to ‘get started right now’, but Galloway shakes a Mutambo finger at Hero and says ‘wait, newbie’.


**Y’ALL SOME BUSTAS**


A more grounded hip-hop beat greets us now, but it can only mean the arrival of one man – a guy who weighs as much, if not more, than the two men already in the ring combined. Brodus Murdoch pushes his gargantuan body through the curtain to a loud roar from the crowd; his awe-inspiring presence forcing Hero and Galloway to stop their trash talking completely and take notice. His slow galumph down the aisle only enhances his aura, not taking his eyes off the two men in the ring and his face not changing expressions at all. This man is a monster and he’s more than ready to be unleashed.


**LA CRITICA**


The tone of the entire place changes completely once the heel is actually introduced, OVW Champion Eric Perez looking just as he did a few minutes ago. His sunglasses hide his asshole eyes, but his lips are pursed into position to give that away anyway. He snatches his shades off halfway down the aisle, continually ignoring the arena for pelting him with a rain of heat, simply brushing off his shoulders and stepping into the ring. His confidence seems to take a bit of a dive when he steps in, however, as he nervously looks from man to man staring daggers at him before handing his OVW Championship over to the man in stripes.


~OVW Heavyweight Championship~
The Classiest Man in Puerto Rico Eric Perez(c) v.
The Mastodon Brodus Murdoch v.
The Mad Scot Drew Galloway v.
That Young Knockout Kid Chris Hero


All four men are in their corners looking around; each man expecting the other to make the first move. They all hold their fingers out tentatively, twitching in anticipation. Perez looks the most uneasy of the group, and rightfully so – everyone in the ring is slowly approaching his corner. His eyes dart from one face to the other…until GALLOWAY GOES FOR A PUNCH, but Perez dodges it, and forces Galloway to spin into the corner.

He starts laying into him now with hard right hands, but before he can do too much damage, Murdoch comes up behind him and nails him with a HEADBUTT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD. This stuns him long enough to stumble right into the waiting arms of Chris Hero, who slings a pair of forearms to the side of his jaw. With the OVW Champion stunned, he’s picked up like he’s in a chair by Galloway, Hero, and Murdoch…and DUMPED UNCEREMONIALLY OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR!!

Perez flops away, leaving his three opponents remaining in the ring and the entire arena popping huge. Looking outside at their handiwork, Murdoch has a sick grin that’s shared by Galloway while Hero actually dusts off his hands. But not long after their brief moment of accord, Galloway and Hero, without so much as missing a beat, both SOCK Brodus in the face with a double dose of punches. They begin railing on him with repeat blows, trying to wear the big man down, backing him up against the ropes. They each clutch a wrist apiece and Irish whip him across the ring, only for the near 400lb beast slings back at them with a HUGE DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!! Both the Knockout Kid and Mad Scot whiplash the back of their head violently, with Hero being forced to roll out of the ring.

Galloway sticks around, on the other hand, and is now draws the wrath of Murdoch. Forced back to his feet, Murdoch bashes Galloway with another headbutt that forces him to take refuge in another corner. Murdoch stays on him and grabs hold of him, whipping him into the opposite corner and hits it so hard, he recoils out. Murdoch is right there waiting, lifting Galloway up and taking him down with a very Kane-esque SIDEWALK SLAM!! The gargantuan man makes an incredible impact on the canvas, Brodus with the first cover –

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2…


NO!!

Galloway won’t have his title dreams squished like he just was, rolling a big shoulder. Drew tries to get himself back to a vertical base, but Murdoch stays on him with a vicious club to his spine, stunting the Scot for a second. In this second, Murdoch takes Galloway up…and holds him up…before slamming him down with a BIG DELAYED SCOOP SLAM. Brodus follows this up by rushing and bouncing off the ropes and rebounds right back towards the downed Galloway…AND DROPS A MOMENTOUS, 300 LB ELBOW DROP!! Murdoch hooks a leg for another big man cover –

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2…


3-NO!!!

Galloway keeps going! Even so, he’s clutching his chest from the meteor impact of that elbow drop, breathing somewhat heavily as he tries to get up. Brodus continues his domination, lifting Galloway across his chest…AND CHRIS HERO FLIES FROM THE TOP WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK!! The dropkick hits Galloway and causes him to fall right on top of Murdoch, resulting in his first cover, if inadvertent -

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2…


NO!!

Chris Hero recovers in time to knock Galloway off, realizing what he did. As he pulls Galloway off and away, Murdoch rolls away to the outside to recover from his impact. It’s now Hero and Galloway alone in the ring, Hero letting lose fire several hard right hands before whipping Galloway into the ropes. On the rebound, however, he hangs his head a little too low…and gets a KICK TO THE FACE FOR HIS TROUBLES!! He’s forced upright to tend to his possibly lost teeth, as Galloway backpedals and rebounds off the ropes again…and cracks Hero in the face with a RUNNING BACK ELBOW! Galloway drops down with his first intentional cover of the contest –

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2…


NO!!

Hero still has loads of life, getting back to his feet a little bit off balance. Galloway looks to take advantage of that, taking Hero and whipping him into the corner. Galloway then bulrushes the Ohio native, leaping up…RUNNING CORNER FOREARM…NOBODY HOME!! Drew smashes his arm against nothing as Hero moves out the way. Galloway is now propped up against the corner, Hero making room for him to pick up some speed…INSIDE ELBOW SMASH!!

Hero bashes an elbow against the side of Galloway’s neck. As he drifts out, Hero hoists him on his shoulders, looking for a fireman’s carry…SINGLE LEG DROPKICK FROM PEREZ!! PEREZ OUT OF NOWHERE!! This forces Hero to drop back with a semi-inadvertent Samoan drop, Galloway rolling under the bottom rope to the floor. Perez now takes the man who pinned him two weeks ago and covers –

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2…


3-NO!!

Hero still has life! The OVW Champion reminds us why he is indeed the champ, bashing and stomping on Hero repeatedly, acting like a feral thug rather than a man with any kind of ‘class’. Louisville shits on him for this, which Perez responds to by blowing his nose in the crowd’s direction. Classy indeed. Perez starts stomping on Hero so hard that he’s forced to go up under the bottom rope to the apron. Hero stands up on the apron, only to have Perez continue beating him and even pulling him in for several knee strikes.

This softens up Hero enough for Perez to set him up and lift him up to SUPLEX HIM BACK INTO THE RING…but Hero twists his way out of it, landing safely on his feet back in the ring, behind Perez. He grabs him in a rear waistlock and bounces him off the ropes, rolling back, and has the VICTORY ROLL for his first cover –

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2…


3-NO!!

Perez shoots his legs up and gets out of the pin, but as Hero is shot off of his body, he uses that momentum to run into the ropes. As Perez tries to get back up, he’s bent over as Hero rebounds…MAFIA KICK!! HERO KNOCKS PEREZ OUT WITH THE MAFIA KICK!! The angled big boot knocks Perez out cold! Hero drops down for a more definite cover –

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2…


3-NO!!

Perez is able to throw up a shoulder! Hero pushes his hair out of his face, a bit pissed that that wasn’t the end. Before he can pick Perez up, however, Galloway bursts back into the ring and starts clubbing on Hero. Chris is forced to fight back, but he’s stunned hard when Galloway knees him through his gut. Hero doubles over and watches as Galloway rebounds off the ropes for a bigger move, only for him to be cut off at the pass by a DEVASTATING CLOTHESLINE FROM PEREZ!!

Perez absolutely beheads Galloway here, forcing him to roll back away from the action. Almost as soon as Perez turns back around towards Hero, the crowd is starting to buzz, and when Perez turns all the way around…DEATH BLOW ELBOW…NO!! Perez sees it coming at the last possible second, countering the move that pinned him last week by wrapping himself inside of Hero’s elbow, then wrapping underneath the other shoulder and getting him in the full nelson…but then Perez is suddenly grabbed from behind by Brodus Murdoch! The gargantuan Murdoch has enough strength to pop his hips and lift back…AND NAILS A GERMAN SUPLEX TO PEREZ WHILE PEREZ LANDS A FULL NELSON SUPLEX!! MY WORD!! The impressive avalanche has the whole arena rocking, as Hero is flung all the way across the ring and to the outside, while Murdoch covers the downed Perez –

1…


2…


3-NO!!!

PEREZ SUSTAINS LIFE!! Murdoch is furious with himself for not getting the win there, but he doesn’t have much time to, as he gets up and turns around to see a flying Drew Galloway…WITH A FLYING REVERSE ELBOW!! A +1 version of his usual elbow smash to down the big man, but he doesn’t have a chance to cover because Murdoch rolls too far away. Instead, Galloway turns his attention towards Perez, who is still knocked down and out. Galloway drags him back to his feet, double underhooks intact…LOOKING FOR THE SCOT SHOCK…but the crowd is buzzing, and not for the finishing move.

Galloway’s attention turns towards the entrance aisle, where he sees the catalyst of this dissention in his biggest rival, TYSON TARVER!! Tarver comes rushing into the ring, but Galloway is ready for him, dropping Perez so he can engage in a FULL-ON BRAWL WITH TYSON TARVER!! The Baddest Man and the Mad Scot are tearing into one another, sparing absolutely no punches. The twos brawling ignites the entire Davis Arena, popping their heads off, even when Galloway and Tarver go so hard, they FLOP THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPES TO THE FLOOR!!

The two intense brawlers just keep on brawling, none of their blows cheapening on the other. Tarver seems to be pulling away after a side knee strike, but Galloway fires right back with one of his own and a targeted right hand. Tarver retaliates with his own, but just when they’re about to pick up again, they look up to see…ERIC PEREZ FLYING OVER THE TOP TO THE OUTSIDE WITH A NO-HAND TOPE!! OH MY!! Perez breaking the ‘bigger man’ mold and for that matter, the traditional heel moveset, to take out the brawling rivals!

All three men are down on the outside and the crowd actually giving Perez is clean pops. Everyone has to shake the cobwebs out of their head and gets back to their feet, but no sooner than they do that do they all gather to look up and see Chris Hero now rushing and leaping…TOPE CON HERO!! TOPE CON HERO!! THE SUMMERSAULT TOPE TO THE FLOOR ON TOP OF ALL THREE MEN NOW!! All the participants and Tarver and collapse under the move, the crowd cheering even louder for this now. Everyone is downed yet again, not even Hero is good enough condition to stand immediately after hitting the big move.

But the crowd’s roaring becomes a buzz of interest once all four men start getting back to their feet, fists starting to pound against one another’s heads as they look to maybe try and make room. But even so, they appear to clutter right back together as the crowd’s buzzing gets all the more louder – and they look up and see why. BRODUS MURDOCH IS ON THE TOP ROPE. The fuck did he get there?? Whatever means the near 400lber used to get there will have to wait, as he’s not even on the top rope completely, one foot off. But the second the other one gets up there, everyone can only look up in terror as Brodus pushes off and leaps…AND SPLATS ON TOP OF EVERYONE ELSE!! A BIG SPLASH ON TOP OF FOUR MEN!!

“HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!”

There are bodies lying everywhere, the crowd shouting the sermon of divine droppings, and sheer unpredictability at this point. Even more surprising is that on the move, everyone seems to have wound up okay other than a350+ pound monster dropping on them because they braced the fall so well. Nonetheless, Murdoch is the first man to stumble back to his feet, getting up to a big ovation, but he doesn’t pay it much mind.

He shakes the cobwebs out and picks up his rival now, Perez, and drills him in the spine before taking him and RAMMING HIM SPINE FIRST INTO THE JAGGED RING APRON!! Perez hollers in agony, Murdoch again not letting up and rolling Perez under the rope and following him into the ring. Perez uses his rolling momentum to roll all the way to a corner and use it to get to his feet, resting in said corner. This doesn’t work well in his favor, as Murdoch rushes right back after him and CRASHES INTO HIM WITH THE RUNNING HIP ATTACK!!

Perez doubles over and falls out of the corner. As he tries to get up, Murdoch reads him and looks to rebound off the ropes, perhaps going for the FALL OF HUMANITY…LOW SHOULDER BLOCK TO THE KNEE!! Perez shoots a low shoulder block that stops the big man in his tracks, rolling over himself and being forced to tend to his joint. Murdoch is barely able to get to a knee, only for Perez to grip him in a front headlock and rear back…SNAP DDT!! The brutal DDT drives the Mastodon’s head into the canvas and recoils it instantly! Perez with a title retaining cover –

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3-NO!!

Murdoch still has his head in things! Even so, he can only recover so far as getting on one knee, Perez arguing with Mahoney that he should count faster. After he does that, Perez looks down at his still ailing rival and rebounds off the ropes looking for an even harder hit, but Brodus suddenly springs up and nails the rebounding Puerto Rican with the MASSIVE BATTERING RAM HEADBUTT!! The impact causes Murdoch to drop back to a knee, stalling him for just a second, before he falls flat on top of the OVW Champion –

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NO!!

Perez rolls a shoulder! Murdoch is getting an incensed look on his face, the monster in him coming out with each additional blow. Murdoch then takes his battered rival and drags him to a corner with him, tucking him under his arm as he climbs to the second rope. What’s he got on his mind? Murdoch then transfers Perez from his underarm…TO HIS SHOULDERS. Is a top rope Samoan drop on the way?? Murdoch is still trying to adjust him, but just when it looks like he may be ready, below him are both Drew Galloway and Chris Hero, entering back into the fray! They both deliver big blows to Murdoch’s lower back, stopping him…before each man takes on of Brodus’ legs and LIFTS HIM AWAY FROM THE CORNER, Perez still on his shoulders. By the strength of the two long-locked men in the contest, the near 500+lb package is being lifted away by a few steps…only for both men to drop back…AND LAND A DOUBLE ELECTRIC CHAIR/SUPER SAMOAN DROP DOMINO!! OHHH MY GAAAAD!!

“HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!”

For the second time in this four way match, the crowd is chanting about how big a spot that is. And these are the developmental guys. Still being ‘green’ isn’t stopping any of these men from pulling out all the stops, once again, all four men being completely lain out, this time in the ring. The extra man from the last time this happened, Tyson Tarver, has since been led away from ringside and to the back, presumably. But the crowd keeps buzzing and cheering wildly as no man seems very close to a response for quite some time.

The first men to reach their feet are Hero and Galloway, understandably, as they start the second reset button of the match by firing back at one another with heavy blows. Galloway fires some fists, while Hero fires some forearms. Galloway manages to pull away, only to see if he can get Chris in a SNAP SUPLEX…but Hero warps his leg around Galloway’s jamming the move, only readjust and take Galloway up for a suplex of his own…CRASH LANDING!! THE ROLLING SUPLEX DOWNS THE SCOT!! Almost as soon as he hits the canvas, the Knockout Kid keeps up by jumping and hitting the DOUBLE FOOT STOMP and then seamlessly transitioning into a SENTON!! Hero reenacting a piece of he and Galloway’s encounter in the 6-Way, and it could end the 4-Way as he goes for a cover –

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2…


3-NO!!

It’s Eric Perez that dives in at the last second to break the pin!! Perez almost instantly falls back flat on the break, still feeling the effects of being at the top of big four man tower a moment ago. This still draws the ire of Hero, who takes Perez and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound, Perez is caught in a vicious ELBOW SMASH that forces him to reel back towards the ropes. This gives Hero all the room he needs to rush at the Puerto Rican Nightmare…only to be THROWN OVERHEAD WITH A BELLY-TO-BELLY…OVER THE TOP ROPE!! HERO IS SUPLEXED AND FLIPPED TO THE FLOOR!!

Incredible! Hero hits the padded outside with a sickening SPLAT! The OVW Champion really flashes his chops there, even drawing another round of big pops. Some are actually in disbelief at the throw; while perhaps some others are in disbelief that these guys in development are being allowed to do big spots like this. Nonetheless, Perez has some momentum behind him right now…but that’s stopped by a DREW GALLOWAY BIG BOOT to the side of the head! Perez falls back down hard and rolls under the bottom rope, joining Chris Hero on being downed on the outside.

Galloway has a growing look of ferocity on his face, slowly contorting into a snarl. He sees the recovering Murdoch now, who is trying to get back up on his feet, stuck on one knee. Galloway audibly snarls as he sees him, running at him, looking for a SECOND BIG BOOT…but Murdoch catches it…EXPLODER SUPLEX!! MURDOCH CHUNKS DREW OVER HIS HEAD!! The impressive big man suplex machine flashes his name by forcing the Scot to flop around, Murdoch still not completely able to make it to his feet either. He has to shake his head to get the cobwebs working again…crawling…pulling his big weight and covering Galloway, slowly hooking a leg –

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3-SMACK!!

ERIC PEREZ SMASHES A CHAIR OFF OF MURDOCH’S GARGANTUAN SPINE!! PEREZ HAS A CHAIR!! Eric Perez, the hypocritical man of class, has taken full advantage of the reinstatement of his No DQ clause!! The crowd throws tremendous heat, but the thug-like Perez doesn’t let up, and SMASHES THE CHAIR OFF MURDOCH’S SPINE AGAIN!! AND AGAIN!! Murdoch has long rolled off of Galloway’s body, and now he’s just taking the worst of the punishment, eating a FOURTH AND FIFTH CHAIR SHOT!!

The snarling champion looks incredibly malicious as he turns to see his other opponent, who is trying to prop himself up in the corner. He sees Perez coming a mile away when he SWINGS AT HIS HEAD WITH THE CHAIR…but he stops him and grabs hold of the steel apparatus, kicking Galloway hard in the gut, doubling him over, and forcing him to let go of the chair. It’s Galloway’s turn to wield the weapon and he doesn’t waste any time, swinging and BASHING PEREZ OVER THE BACK!!

The OVW Champion falls over, body wrapped in pain, being forced onto all fours. But Galloway doesn’t let up, taking the chair up again…AND SMASHING IT OVER PEREZ’S SPINE ONCE AGAIN!! Galloway’s face is nearly inhuman, the Mad part of his Mad Scot character more than coming to light. He looks to maybe drop the chair, but he turns around to see Murdoch trying to get to his feet…only to CRACK A (protected) CHAIR SHOT TO MURDOCH’S HEAD!! THE BEAST GOES DOWN!! Galloway is truly going mad here, and even moreso when he sees Chris Hero up on the apron, trying to make his way back into the ring. Hero SPRINGBOARDS TOWARDS GALLOWAY…ONLY TO GET CRACKED IN THE FACE AS HE FLIES BY!! HERO KILLED IN MID-FLIGHT!!

Galloway ROARS in adrenaline, the crowd buzzing big, his Mad Scot aspects out in full force. He throws down the steel chair in the center of the ring, with bodies strung everywhere. Murdoch has rolled to the outside, while Hero has rolled all the way to the edge of the ring, leaving Scotsman to reach for and grab the OVW Champion himself in Eric Perez. He grabs Perez and underhooks the arms…RIGHT OVER THE CHAIR. The crowd is buzzing even more, knowing what could be coming…SCOT SHOCK ON THE STEEL CHAIR…NO!!

Perez twists out of the double underhooks, miraculously, pulling Galloway in on a short-arm pull and hoists him on his shoulders. As he pulls him up, the momentum of hoisting him that high pulls him close to the ropes…AND PEREZ DROPS GALLOWAY NECK FIRST ON THE TOP ROPE!! THE PUERTO RICAN NECKTIE!! Galloway’s body springs off, but his throat is potentially eroded, causing him to backpedal right back into the clutches of Perez, who lifts him from behind…and spins…LA CRITICA – RIGHT ON THE STEEL CHAIR!! SPINOUT POWERBOMB ON THE CHAIR!! The La Critica connects, drilling Galloway’s spine on the unforgiving steel! The crowd deflates as Perez scoots the chair from underneath his foe, covering him and hooking a leg, no one in sight to stop him –

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3…!!!

Winner and STILL AOW Heavyweight Champion…ERIC PEREZ at (17:22)


Everyone is stunned at the action these four men produced, even if they’re throwing an incredible amount of heat at the outcome! Perez is handed his title, clutches it close to his chest, and rolls the fuck out of the ring, wanting nothing more to do with any of these guys. He rolls all the way to the floor before the ref picks up his arm and declares him the winner, bodies strung everywhere, and everyone still very much in awe at what these four men were allowed to do without even having been called up to the main roster. They could very well have stolen the show without actually having contracts. But for now in the developmental region, Eric Perez survives and remains your OVW Heavyweight Champion



~Backstage, locker room area…


Shawn Michaels is seen once again, a little bit of confidence in his step after keeping the show going after Sandow’s ‘protest’. He shakes hands with a backstage worker before he turns back around and is stopped by someone else to a huge pop from the crowd…



Christian:
I’ve been looking for you.

~The look in Christian’s eye is intense, but not nearly as bad as he was in Season 1

HBK:
I know. That’s why I came.

Christian:
So you did hear.

HBK:
What? You think I flew here all the way from San Antonio just to kick some newbie in the face? You think I’d leave my wife and kids and come back here, where Paul Heyman has me on puppet strings, just to say hi to the rookies? Of course I came here because I heard you were looking for me.

Christian:
Then you know my dilemma. I need your help, Shawn. The last time I felt like this, I was too proud. I refused to ask for help. I was lucky that it came anyway. So tell me, Shawn. As a guy who has been on top and seen what it’s like up there…how do you cope? What do you do? What do you do when being the best…means losing yourself…?

~Christian’s tone is still intense, but his eyes are virtually begging Michaels for an answer. Michaels looks back almost apologetically before he sterns up

HBK:
Christian…in about five minutes, you’re gonna face a guy out there who is more than happy to pin you for that title. A guy who has told you to not pity him and has made it very clear that he will stop at nothing to be where you are. Now I’m not gonna tell you what to do. I can’t do that. We’re two totally different people, you and I. But I’ll tell you what you can’t do. And it’s exactly what you’re doing now. And that’s let that doubt and that guilt run you.

~Cage looks on somberly

HBK:
Lock it up. Lock it all up. And don’t you dare let it blind you.

Christian:
Well if those are things I shouldn’t do…then what should I do?

HBK:
I wouldn’t tell you even if I wanted to. Y’know why? Because when I step back into a ring, my goal is gonna be to be the next guy to have a shot at you or whoever is holding that gold. So I won’t tell you how to be a better champion…because I wanna be the next champion.

~Cage’s look sterns up now

Christian:
Fair enough. Oh, and Shawn?

~Cage stops HBK as he prepares to walk away…holding a hand out

Christian:
I expect to see you as the next guy to face me for this title.

~Michaels looks down at Christian’s hand and has a wry smile with a dry chuckle

HBK:
How is a puppet supposed to win the Dynasty Tournament?

Christian:
I wouldn’t tell you that even if I wanted to.

~The ironic echo rings in Michaels ears for a moment as he closes his eyes and lets that sink in…before walking away without shaking Christian’s hand. Cage is left standing, no agreement, and perhaps no real answers from wrestling master of riddles himself as we fade away…



~Back at ringside…



CHRISTIAN | NOBLE


*Christian Cage v. Jamie Noble Video Package*

~Christian wins the AOW Championship by finally toppling Chris Jericho
~The new AOW World Champ addresses the entire Offseason roster
~Jamie Noble is highlighted, surviving the entirety of the Lucky 27 Battle
~Noble, despite all odds, makes Aero Star tap out to the Trailer Hitch, becoming #1 Contender
~Two weeks later, Cage and Noble go blow for blow and, shockingly, Noble forces Christian to a Time Limit Draw
~Focuses on how disgusted both men are for going thirty minutes and no victory, both doubt and disappointment prevalent for both men
~Jamie Noble is outraged in his exclusives interview, ordering for a rematch
~Christian, on the next Online Oblivion, confirms his doubt with being a worthy champion and the guilt of being champion
~Cage then challenges Noble to a rematch, this time, with no time limits
~Noble is more than happy to take the challenge, urging Cage to not feel any pity for him
~Final shots of the two matching up again, both men’s presence pushing the other to the brink


*End Package*



**A COUNTRY BOY CAN SURVIVE**


The down home country theme strums out across the Davis Arena to a largely positive reaction, and a surprisingly large one at that. Jamie Noble literally bursts through the curtain, incredibly full of energy, more than pumped to get his second go at the rodeo with the AOW Champion. Noble’s “YEE-HAW”s are so loud, they’re audible over most of the arena (that or the camera mike is too close to him), the Redneck Messiah getting amped up by the minute. He virtually springs up the steps and into the ring, bouncing off the ropes and playing to the crowd for a bit before he calms down just a tad and appears more focused, getting mentally prepared for the war ahead.


“GO!!”

**JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES**



…and the Davis Arena GOES BALLISTIC for the entrance theme of the holder of the highest prize in AOW. It takes a moment or so for anyone to show up, but when Christian Cage pulls back the curtain and takes his steps, he’s greeted with another round of THUNDEROUS approval. However, unlike everyone else receiving an ovation tonight, Christian doesn’t acknowledge anything. His eyes look no different than the ones that just talked with Shawn Michaels. The intensity in them reminds us of his raving conspiracy theorist days, but they seem calmer. He makes a beeline for the ring – no playing to the crowd, no acknowledgments, no nothing.

He slides into the ring and unhooks the title from around his waist and makes his first gesture towards the crowd by holding it up in the air. Cage then holds the gold and leather in front of his face, looking at his reflection in the illustrious plate. He doesn’t like what he sees, but he does love his gold, giving it a kiss before handing it over to Ray Ramsey and wasting no time in heading to his corner.



AOW World Heavyweight Championship
*No Time Limit*
The Instant Classic Christian Cage
v.
Pitbull Jamie Noble


No sooner does the bell ring than Christian CHARGES ACROSS THE RING and RAMS NOBLE RIGHT INTO A RING CORNER!! Cage starts jamming his shoulder into Noble’s guts repeatedly, going at it like he’s on fire! The crowd has barely had any time to react or settle in, but they’re buzzing big for the aggressiveness. Christian finally stops his shoulder blocks and has Noble step out of the corner, gripping his midsection. Cage grabs one of Noble’s wrists and induces and Irish whip and on the rebound, takes Noble up then down with a BIG HIP TOSS!!

Noble lands right on his hip and lower back, but he’s obviously been caught completely off guard by Christian’s near unmatchable aggression here in the opening minutes. Could it be about what Michaels said? Could it be that he wants to end the match quickly? Whatever the case, Noble has to take a breather as he slips under the bottom rope and sits on the apron and tries to gather himself…but he’s DROPKICKED IN THE SPINE BY CHRISTIAN, forcing him to fall to the outside!

Noble flops to the floor, right back in a string of pain and tries to pick himself up. The crowd is still buzzing considerably, and when Noble finally is able to pick himself back up, we see why. Behind Jamie, Cage is setting up, grabbing the top rope, and leaping…PLANCHA!! THE VAULTING PRESS TO THE OUTSIDE TAKES NOBLE DOWN YET AGAIN!! Christian Cage is absolutely on FIRE, a high pace being set at an alarming rate!! The crowd is popping huge, but Christian isn’t so much interested in that right now, opting instead to pick Noble up and throw him back in the ring, quickly following behind and going for an early cover –

1…


2…


NO!!

Noble kicks out before Ramsey can start his windmill for the third count, still with lots of life, but has plenty to adapt to. He gets a start when Christian tries to lift him back to his feet, only for Noble to break the grip on his head and SMACK CHRISTIAN ACROSS THE FACE!! Cage, in his flurry-focused mind, is completely taken out of his element now, taken aback a few steps. Noble stands strong in the center of the ring, yelling at Christian -

“Look here, sumbitch – you gonna have to try harder than that!”

Noble, standing on his platform of refusing to be a ‘stepping stone’, lets Christian know that very upfront. Cage grimaces and steps right back towards Noble and gets right in his face, the two butting heads and joining right at the forehead. The crowd’s getting back into it, Christian and Noble now jawing at nose length. Christian then suddenly SHOVES Noble back so hard, he bounces off the ropes behind him and right back towards the champion, but Noble wraps himself around and catches Christian in a SCHOOL BOY –

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2…


3-NO!!

Cage manages to throw his legs up, but no sooner than when he gets to his feet does Noble stay in hot pursuit and NAIL CHRISTIAN WITH A DROPKICK OF HIS OWN! Christian gets caught in a bad spot and flops through the middle ropes, being forced to the floor. He doesn’t land too badly, able to get back to his feet quickly while shaking the cobwebs out…only for Noble to come roaring towards him WITH AN AMBITIOUS SUICIDE DIVE!! NOBLE TAKES DOWN THE AOW CHAMPION!!

Noble now is holding nothing back! The redneck hero pounds the outside mat in excitement, but like Cage before him, doesn’t waste much more time. He takes Cage and dumps him back into the ring, scrambling follow suit…but Cage keeps rolling out of his reach, knowing what he’s going for. One veteran ahead of the other in a mental chess game there, but Noble doesn’t let up, going over to the ropes to try and tug Christian back towards the center of the ring. Cage opts instead to keep fighting and roll back onto the apron, forcing Noble to reach over the top rope and try to pull him back up. When he does, he gets the surprise of Christian BOUNCING HIS NECK OFF THE ROPES WITH A HOTSHOT!!

Christian pulling a little bit of a heel tactic there, but perhaps HBK’s speech hit him in more ways than one. The pragmatic maneuver allows Christian to hop back into things with the advantage again. Instead of hopping back into the ring, however, Cage ventures to the top rope and awaits for Noble to get to his feet…perhaps going for the big MISSILE DROPKICK early…NO!! Noble backs up as he gets up and drives an elbow right into one of Christian’s legs, straddling him on the top rope!

Noble plays to his throat a little bit, still selling the pain of Christian’s last move, but he now takes the AOW Champion and gets him in a front headlock. Could Noble be going for a SUPERPLEX here? It appears not, as he pulls Christian away and off the ropes, but then lifts him up for a suplex anyway…but then executes a NASTY DROP SUPLEX – WITH CHRISTIAN’S LEG FALLING INTO THE ROPES!! Noble’s picked a spot! The same knee he hit on the elbow is what he seems to be shooting for as Cage’s knee is thrown into those unforgiving wrapped cables!

Noble may be setting up the move that damn near won him the AOW Championship in his last match! And he’s not pulling any punches on it, holding onto the ropes as a brace to lay some boots into the very same targeted knee. Cage screams in pain and grips at his worked over joint, but Noble remains the pitbull and pries his legs open and starts DROPING INSIDE ELBOW DROPS to the same knee! Whereas Christian tried to up the pace, Noble wants to bring it down and drag this out. Noble drops one more elbow into the knee and holds onto it for a wrenching leg lock, tugging on Cage’s ankle and putting pressure on the targeted joint.

Noble wrenches on the leg like a vicious dog, tugging away and torqueing and damn near trying to tear his leg off. Cage yells in agony, but tries to kick Noble away with his free leg, finally able to catch a break and a weak spot when he DECKS Noble right in the temple with a flailing leg. Noble is finally forced off the Captain Charisma, but Cage obviously is unable to get right back to his feet. He gets vertical, but hops on one leg over to a corner to try and hold himself up, his back towards Noble. Jamie rushes on over to the corner where Christian stands, wrapping him in a rear waistlock and pulling away for a nice VICTORY ROLL –

1…


2…


3-NO!!

Christian is forced to use his legs to push Noble off his body, possibly hurting the leg more, but he pushes off so hard that Noble goes flying off of him and actually RAMS HIS SHOULDER INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! Noble’s left shoulder inadvertently hits the corner, quite possibly evening the odds a bit. As Noble grips his shoulder, his back is to Christian now, who gets to his feet, still somewhat limping, but sucks it up enough to lunge into the corner – and SMASH NOBLE WITH A CLOTHESLINE TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!!

Noble’s head now bounces off the corner, Cage still with his body pressed against Noble. Christian stays on Noble, but doing so to wrap his now tender shoulder around the ropes. When he’s got Noble set up, he delivers a pair of hard blows to Noble’s head to soften him up, only for Cage to shake some life into his bad leg. He rebounds off the opposite ropes and rushes back at Noble…AND DROPKICKS HIS ARM THAT’S TWISTED AROUND THE ROPES!! CHRISTIAN PLAYING NOBLE’S GAME NOW!! It’s Christian’s turn to seek and destroy, as Noble’s arm is unwrapped from the ropes and he thrashes to the floor in pure pain! Christian now pulls him away a bit and forces the bad shoulder to the canvas on a lateral press –

1…


2…


3-NO!!

Noble is forced to raise his bad shoulder to continue the match! Cage knows that it’s gonna take more than that to keep him down, but any strain on that appendage is welcome. Christian tries to take the still grounded Noble and twist his arm back into a single-arm chicken wing, but Noble scurries out of that and grabs a rope before Christian can get a good grip on things. He escapes through the ropes and goes to the apron, very similar to what Christian did a moment ago. But Cage stays on his tail, grabbing Noble’s wrist and catching him in a hammerlock while Noble’s on the apron. Christian then maneuvers around a little and grabs at Noble’s neck and picks him up…then steps away from the ropes…AND HAS NOBLE OVER HIS SHOULDER WITH AN IMPRESSIVE HANGMAN’S HAMMERLOCK!!

Noble is being strung up by both his neck and his wrenched shoulder!! This thoroughly impressive move gets a pop of curiosity from the Davis Arena crowd, but from Jamie Noble, it gets choking sounds. Noble’s being choked out and his shoulder separated all in one move, while Cage bounces a few times to accentuate the pressure. Each time he bounces, however, he has to shake some life back into his loose knee. Noble is refusing to tap, but his cries of agony are going all over the arena. Noble then starts kicking his feet, potentially throwing Christian off balance and forcing him to packpedal. This motion gets the ropes closer to Noble so he can get his feet on them for the break…but Christian seems to have had enough. Just before Noble can swing his legs on the ropes, Cage gets a running start…AND COMES DOWN WITH A HAMMERLOCK NECKBREAKER!! WOW!! Cage floats over and grabs the shoulder –

1…


2…


3-NO!!

NOBLE STAYS ALIVE!! Once again he has to throw up the tender shoulder, but he won’t give up quite yet, despite that very impressive move. Noble has to roll over to a side to not leave his shoulder exposed, but Cage keeps on him and keeps his strategy of giving him no breathing room going. He tries to bring Noble to his feet, but while rising, the Pitbull manages to CLUB THE KNEE when he’s being forcefully raised, effectively doubling Cage over. Christian grabs the nearby rope to stay up, but Noble sees his opening and EXECUTES A PERFECT DROPKICK RIGHT TO THE KNEES!!

Cage is suddenly on the defensive, but he tries to spring up as best he can. When he tries this, he’s instead caught right by Noble and brought up…AND COMES CRASHING DOWN WITH THE SHIN BREAKER!! NOBLE KEEPS TARGETING THE SPOT!! Cage could damn near have to have his knee fixed after this, collapsing to the canvas and clutching his knee close to him. Noble is gathering lots of momentum here, seeing Cage go down and walking onto the apron…to go to the top rope? Noble in unusual territory for him, but he has an eye on Cage and that AOW Championship. Christian starts to try and get back to his feet, limping while doing so, only to look up and see…A JAMIE NOBLE FLYING CROSSBODY!! FLYING CROSSBODY FROM THE TOP ROPE!! Noble showing he’s throwing everything to the wind here –

1…


2…


3-NO!!

Cage still has much life left in him, but as soon as he throws up a shoulder and tries to turn onto his stomach, Noble wraps around that shoulder, sits on his back, and grabs at his head…DRAGON SLEEPER!! NOBLE’S GOT THE DRAGON SLEEPER LOCKED IN!! He’s pulling back on it hard, Cage with nowhere to really go in the center of the ring! This may not be what was being worked towards, but if it can wear down the champ and possibly even force a submission, it works! Noble is pulling back farther and ordering Christian to tap out, Cage refusing to do so. Christian tries to pry off Cage’s hold, but the Pitbull keeps it locked in tight.

Christian has no choice here but to try and get to his feet to perhaps get out of this. He goes to a hip and slings his right leg back onto the canvas, trying to build the vertical base off his good leg. He slowly begins getting back to his feet, but Noble just won’t let go. He puts his entire weight on Christian’s back and forces him to carry him all the way up with him, the weight almost causing Christian’s bad knee to buckle underneath it. But Cage sustains on, the crowd popping huge as Christian is able to resiliently get back up, even with Noble on his spine.

Noble even wraps in some bodyscissors to pile it on, but Cage manages to get vertical and starts backpedaling…AND NOBLE’S SPINE SMASHES OFF THE CORNER…BUT HE KEEPS THE HOLD LOCKED IN!! Almost a perfect reenactment of their first match, Noble keeps his submission locked in despite Christian trying to ram him off!! The crowd reacts because they’ve seen this before, albeit with a different hold, but nonetheless, Noble drives Christian back to a knee and keeps the Dragon Sleeper in tight.

Cage also recognizes that he’s seen this before, but he has no other option than to drag himself back to his feet and packpedal again…AND FORCES NOBLE TO COLLIDE WITH THE RING POST AGAIN!! This time, instead of expecting Noble to fall, Cage takes advantage of the momentarily loosened grip and pulls on Noble, slinging him right over his shoulder and reversing their positions…INVERTED DDT DROP!! INVERTED DDT DROP!! Christian counters the sleeper into the drop! Cage if finally free, but before trying to get his breath back, he makes sure to sling his body onto Nobles for a cover –

1…


2…


3-NO!!

NOBLE KEEPS GOING!! Christian flops off of Noble’s body, now being the time to collect his breath. Even so, he’s slightly frustrated things will go on, knowing that the longer the match goes, the more it favors Noble. But he doesn’t plan on it going much longer, as he retreats over to a corner and crouches down, waiting for Noble to get back up. The move his bestie in that other company uses is on it’s way, Noble getting back to his feet…CHARGING FOR THE SPEAR…DROP TOEHOLD!! Christian lands flat on his face…AND IS CAUGHT ALMOST SEAMLESSLY IN THE TRAILER HITCH!! THE TRAILER HITCH IS LOCKED IN!!

The move that damn near cost Christian the AOW Championship in their last meeting shows up right here, Christian’s tweaked knee being thrust right into the spotlight!! Even more tender in that area than last time, there’s no way Christian can hold on as much as long! Christian tries to pull himself over to the ropes, but he can’t get very far without collapsing in pain. Noble is trying to push on his legs harder as Louisville is losing their minds, knowing that this was what Noble setup from the start. Christian’s face is twisted in torture as he reaches out in vain to the ropes, forcefully having to again drag he and Noble’s weight to try and get to the ropes…


…………………………..

……………

………


AND HE GETS THERE!! CAGE SLINGS AN ARM ONTO THE ROPES!! It takes a bit into the count for Noble to unhook the legs, but he’s got a frustrated look all over his face. Cage has to use the ropes to get back to his feet, venturing over to a corner once again to try and maintain himself. Like earlier, Noble rushes at him to try and capitalize…BACK KICK!! Christian saw him coming and doubles him over before springing onto the second rope…SPRINGBOARD SUNSET FLIP!! Cage has Noble where he wants him now –

1…


2…


3-NO!!

Noble claps his knees together on Christian’s head to force him to let go, both men gathering themselves and getting back to their feet. Christian is slower still due to the knee, leading Noble to HOIST HIM ON HIS SHOULDERS…but Christian scrambles off, landing behind Jamie and catching him in the INVERTED DDT DROP…NO!! Noble gets out of that, grabbing Cage’s wrist and twisting out, pulling Cage in with the short arm right back onto his shoulders…DOUBLE KNEE GUTBUSTER!! CHRISTIAN’S RIBS COULD BE SHATTERED!! Noble could be closing in on the biggest win of his entire life –

1…


2…


3…


NO!!

CHRISTIAN ROLLS THE SHOULDER!! The AOW Champion still has a ways to go if he’s going to be toppled for his gold! Noble realizes this, but pounds the mat anyway. He tries to bring Cage to his feet, only for Christian to twist his way out of that and grab Noble from behind…INVERTED FACELOCK BACKBRAKER!! Cage takes Noble’s vertebrae right over his knee! But he still feels the effects from the gutbuster, falling back to the canvas. He rolls under the bottom rope, starting to show lots of fatigue, and makes his way up to the top rope. Noble tends to his back before trying to get back vertical, trying to mask his pain and see Christian up top…AND HE FLOPS ONTO THE TOP ROPE, STRADDLING CHRISTIAN!!

Noble lowers the top and throws Christian’s balance all to hell and leaves him bent over and in pain on the top! Noble tries to get some breath back in him, venturing over to the hunched over Cage like he did in the opening minutes, but this time he doesn’t pull him off. He keeps him up top and gets him in a front headlock…ELEVATED DDT!! ELEVATED DDT!! CHRISTIAN’S HEAD IS ABSOLUTELY SPIKED INTO THE CANVAS!! The crowd lets out a loud “OOOOH” as Cage’s skull impales the ring on impact, a possible concussion, but also the potential winning fall coming as Noble covers, all of AOW counting along with Ramsey’s count –

1…


2…


3…!!!


NO!!!

CHRISTIAN THROWS UP A SHOULDER AT THE VERY LAST SECOND!! HOW DID HE DO THAT?? Christian could very well be knocked out cold and going on instinct, but somehow, this son of a Canadian bitch still has life left in him! Christian may not even know where he is, much less moved since the kickout, but this match will continue…much to Noble’s dismay. He looks even angrier now as he kicks at Christian to roll him over, then grabbing at his legs…LOOKING FOR THE TRAILER HITCH…NO!! Christian manages to roll away! Perhaps on autopilot, Cage rolls away from the finishing submission, only to have Noble charge right back after him…SPEAR!! SPEAR!! CHRISTIAN CUTS NOBLE OFF WITH THE SPEAR!! But Cage can’t shrug off the damage he’s taken in the last few minutes and now both men are sprawled out on the canvas! Ray Ramsey has no choice but to start the count…

…1!!



…2!!



…3!!



…4!!



…5!!



…6!!



…7!!



…8!!

Christian is the first man to stir and get back to his feet, still trying to play off the knee that was picked apart earlier. Noble is stirring, but he can’t quite come to on his own, Christian picking him up the rest of the way. Noble hammers a right hand across Christian’s face, only for Cage to hit back with one of his own. Noble hits him back with one more, Cage firing back with a kick to the midsection. Cage then shoves the bent over Noble between his legs and flips him up into a POWERBOMB POSITION…BEFORE MAKING IT A FACEBUSTER!! THE POWERBOMB TO FACEBUSTER!! OH MY!! Christian still has enough in him to do that, dropping Noble right on his face from up high and laying him flat out for the cover –

1…



2…



3…!!!



NO!!

NOBLE ROLLS A SHOULDER!! HE KICKS OUT!! HOW ON EARTH DID HE DO THAT?? The Pitbull, once again, shows just how much heart he has and how badly he wants to be on top of the world for the first time in his career. The crowd is popping huge as this just keeps on going, letting these men know just how much they appreciate both of their efforts. Even Christian, who we know appreciates the heart and effort of an opponent who won’t say die more than anyone, has to get to his knees and acknowledge what’s happening here. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t want it to end, however, as he gets back to his feet and spreads his arms open and positions himself behind Noble’s still downed body. Everyone knows what’s coming here, as Noble has to drunkenly pick himself up off the canvas…Christian pounces and gets the underhooks…coiling…UNPRETTIER!!





NO? Christian freezes once he’s got Noble all coiled up and ready to fall. He just…stops, mid move. Noble didn’t jam it. He just stopped it. That guilt Christian talked about before seems to be taking him here, not wanting to be the one to send Jamie Noble rolling all the way back down the mountain. That guilt and his doubt stop him from finishing it as the crowd buzzes, somewhat confused…only for Noble to come to as he pauses and squiggle out. Christian snaps back to reality to see Noble punting him in the gut…and getting two underhooks of his own…TIGER DRIVER!! TIGER DRIVER!! NOBLE NAILS THE TIGER DRIVER!! He keeps the cover as the entire arena counts with Ramsey’s swinging arm –

1…


2…


{Noble puts his feet on the ropes…!!}


3…!!!


NO!!!


CHRISTIAN THROWS HIS LEGS UP!! THE DOUBT DOESN’T FINISH CHRISTIAN!! It left him open and vulnerable, but it couldn’t put him away! Noble couldn’t put him away! What’s Jamie Noble got to do to become AOW Heavyweight Champion?? He’s asking himself that as the crowd buzzes for the matches continuation, Jamie with his fingers through his hair and getting angrier by the second. He could almost taste the title, desperate, but it was not to be. Christian hasn’t gotten up yet, Noble watching him in frustration as he rolls back onto his back…and Noble pounces now, grabbing Cage’s legs and trying to set him up…THE TRAILER HITCH…NO!!! Christian pulls him in before he can fuck up his legs even more, turning it into A SMALL PACKAGE –

1…


2…


3…NO!!!

Noble undoes the package at the last second! Both men must be exhausted, but they’re not showing the other much of it, as they both try and spring to their feet. Noble is faster, while Christian’s damage to his leg comes back to light when he tries to get up. Noble charges back at Christian for more offense, but Christian catches him…ONE-MAN FLAPJACK…THAT SENDS NOBLE’S LEFT SHOULDER INTO THE STEEL RING POST!!

Cage’s flapjack guides Noble right into the corner and SLAMS his tender shoulder right into the post! Noble thrashes in pain in the corner, his shoulder quite possible being hit right out of its socket. He tries to get back to his feet and continue, but Cage is a step ahead, right behind him…grabbing the arms…coiling…UNPRETTIER!! UNPRETTIER CONNECTING!! No pauses, no hesitations, just the finishing move!! The crowd roars as the Instant Classic nails it, shooting the half and flipping Noble onto his back for the cover –

1…


2…


3…!!!


Here is your winner and STILL AOW World Heavyweight Champion…CHRISTIAN CAGE at (19:23)


And the crowd explodes with a HUGE FUCKING POP that nearly implodes the place. The crowd sort of overdoes it, but it sets a mood of another huge triumphant victory for the Man on the Moon, who pulls himself up from his knees to holds his AOW Championship pressed up against his chest. He’s euphoric, but it doesn’t seem like he’s celebrating completely. He musters a smile as he raises his hand in victory.

He looks behind him in the big moment of his retention to see Noble dragging himself to his feet. Christian looks back to his title…and back at his reflection. He then looks back to Noble before going over and asking for a microphone. The crowd continues buzzing as Noble finally gets vertical, the crowd giving him his own ovation. Cage looks at him and gives him a round of applause himself, only stopping when someone hands him the mike.


Christian:
Do you people see this? I want all of you to take a good look at what you see in front of you. Don’t cheer, don’t boo, don’t do or say anything except look at what’s in this ring right now.

~The crowd adheres to Christian’s prompt and stop making noise; his intensity magnified by him trying to catch his breath and his adrenaline possibly till pumping

Christian:
It wasn’t that long ago that I would’ve killed to have you people listen to me. I would’ve killed to have you people see what I had seen. But now I’m more than certain that finally we all share the same vision.

~Cage steps closer to the center ring

Christian:
There’s a reason why Art of War Wrestling has gotten off to the start it has. There’s a reason why each and every time guys step in this ring, they steal the show not just from one another, but from every other wrestling ring on this planet. There’s a reason why this title is the very pinnacle of our profession.

~Christian holds his gold up high and looks right at Jamie Noble, who has an arm wrapped around a rope to stay steady

Christian:
And that one reason…is because of guys like Jamie Noble. The reason why this company has done what it has and why this title means what it means is because this company, that locker room, is filled to the brim with the most devoted talent in the world. Guys who will do anything they can to take this title from me. Just like I did everything I could to get my hands on it.

~A pop from the crowd, acknowledging both men’s title efforts

Christian:
And no matter how I feel about whether I should hold this gold or not, it doesn’t matter. Because there’s always gonna be another guy in the back that’s just as hungry, if not hungrier. And I know the next time any of you see any action in this ring, it’ll be when each and every one of those hungry men are gonna be in the Dynasty Tournament to see who is gonna face me next. An entire army is gonna face off, one man at a time. And in those brackets, there are thirty-two Jamie Nobles who have the one goal of kicking my ass at all costs.

~Another pop for the put over of the roster, but even moreso for the Noble put over

Christian:
So I’ve got some things on my mind. So I’m not an invincible champion yet. So I may not be all the way back, but one thing is for certain – no matter who walks out of that Dynasty Tournament…I’ll be ready for you. I won’t go down easy. You can attest to that. All of you make this title important because of what you’ll do to get it. But I cement its importance by what I’ll do to keep it. And that’s a challenge to all of you.

~A buzz of intrigue, Christian looking around and even glancing at Noble, who nods his head in understanding

Christian:
What you all see before you is a new chapter in the making. One that will bring even more than what you’ve seen before. So thank you, Louisville, Kentucky, and all of OVW for making this our home away from home. But intermission is over. It’s time for us to head back to our own battleground. We got a whole new war to start.


And with that, Cage drops the microphone to another enormous ovation. Noble is seen applauding himself before stepping out between the ropes and making his way back up, leaving Christian as the lone man in the ring to take in the reaction. He acknowledges it this time, patting his chest twice and then holding the gold high. He doesn’t point to the crowd, instead, pointing up the aisle where Jamie Noble is just now disappearing. The final image of the AOW Offseason is that which we ended last season, but this time, the Davis Arena is on their feet not for just one man, but chanting in unison for an entire company that’s just getting started –

“AOW!! AOW!! AOW!! AOW!!”

Fade…

To…

Black…
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So I FINALLY have caught up on this thread and I must say in one word it is 'PERFECT' I truly looked forward to reading each show. I love the character development and the way that the news compliments each show. I sometimes find myself forgetting that this federation doesn't actually exist as I try to keep up with the history of it. Keep up the amazing work and I can't wait for season 2.
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Nope. It's not dead. And neither am I. Just lots of school shit getting all up in my grill. That being said, I'm still more than ready to kick this thing right back up because I wanna get to my next Supershow by the end of the year. Plus, with all these oldies coming back to life, I figured I'd throw my hat out there and say 'hey, I'm here too'.

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~The trial for the Antonio Banks/MVP ordeal has finally gone through with results not too pleasing for AOW. With the WWE’s policy on these things more or less being ‘don’t acknowledge a smaller company’, AOW nor FX are having to pay any real large sum of money. Regarding Banks himself, it was ruled that the MVP/Antonio Banks character CANNOT compete on-screen for 90 days in fulfillment of the WWE’s ‘no competition clause’. Normally, this is not taken out when Superstars opt out (see Kurt Angle) or their contract expires without resigning (see RVD), but it was determined that even while Banks was technically out of contract when he showed up on Oblivion, his contractual duties were not completed until two days afterwards.

~Needless to say, this potentially puts a huge wrench into AOW’s plans, especially regarding the mid-card, upper mid-card, and main event scenes. With what they had to do to get Banks in the company, one would imagine that the company had high hopes for Banks and were going to push his character quite significantly, but this almost definitely changes things. Whether or not AOW will look for a loophole in this like they did in the Offseason is yet to be determined.

~There’s no word on FX and its sponsors cutting any additional funding from AOW for this stunt, but one would imagine they would be much more careful and perhaps investigate any similar signings if AOW even does anything similar like this ever again.

~In terms of preliminary buyrates for The Outer Limits, the show has undisputedly been the best-selling PPV in the company’s young history, almost doubling the buys from World Ablaze. This could be skewed, however, in that The Outer Limits was the first PPV to be broadcast internationally as well as domestically, but nevertheless, this is big news for the company. More definitive numbers will be passed along as we get them.

~As far as the Offseason goes, there are no numbers right now on how many viewers actually logged on to watch the Online Oblivion streamings, but based on the notion that the site’s servers had to be updated between the first and second episodes, it may turn out to be a solid turnout. The expectation was just that of 1/4th of their regular audience would stream the episodes.

~In developmental news, officials have learned that five more men will be joining the OVW ranks on developmental contracts – Stu Bennett, Benjamin Satterly (otherwise known as PAC), Jimmy & Jay Uso, and in confirmation of what we discussed earlier, Claudio Castagnoli. Bennett and PAC are both English-born wrestlers, the Usos are the twin sons of former WWE star Rikishi (who had an earlier affiliation with AOW), while Castagnoli is the latest to be gone from the ROH roster, following in the footsteps of his tag team partner, Chris Hero. We’ve been told other names have been approached and discussed, Chris Sabin being the main one thrown around, while Colt Cabana’s name has been coming up with the success of CM Punk being a big point. Brock Lesnar is another name that’s been on the block for some time now, but even though AOW seems to contact Lesnar almost monthly, he has yet to accept any kind of affiliation with the company. It seems like Mick Foley’s premonition of a growing roster but no growing timeslot seems to be coming true.

~As far as people already on the roster, we’ve already noted Lance Storm’s options, who we’re being told won’t be with the company much past the Dynasty Tournament. While Bobby Lashley is still recovering from shoulder surgery, there is currently no timetable for his return. While initially not anyone in the company’s favorite, Lashley seems to have grown on several people given the work he’s put on since being in the company. On the other hand, Chris Masters is recovering from his pectoral injury quicker than expected and Gregory Helms’ neck troubles aren’t as dire as first reported. How the company deals with these leavings and injuries could be a point of great interest in Season 2

~As seen in the developmental Offseason, AOW has a ton of faith in their youth core, best displayed with the OVW Championship match damn near stealing the show at the Finale Supershow. The OVW Heavyweight Championship has always been an indicator for who is going to be called up sooner, so fully expect to see Eric Perez to be one of the first call-ups of the new season, as well as Alex Riley. No word on if the entire Varsity Squad will follow Riley to the main stage. With Castagnoli’s confirmed signing, one would have to wonder if or when the Kings of Wrestling might finally show up on mainstream wrestling.

Until next time, this has been The Informer...

Now here's some rule clarifications and Exclusives...


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Originally Posted by aohdubya.com
~AOW Dynasty Tournament Set-Up and Rules~

-32 men = 31 total matches
-Single-Elimination style
-The Dynasty Tournament is based on a Warrior’s Honor System, meaning that tag team, stable, and alliance members (especially if both/all are competing in the Tournament as well) are encouraged to not accompany one another to ringside. Managers are acceptable.
-Quarter, Semi, and Finals will be held at Rise of a Dynasty

Special Rules

~Round 1~
Individuals draw numbers at random, 1-16. Matching numbers face one another in that order.
Matches have a 10 minute time limit

~Round 2~
Brackets are re-randomized, still no one knowing who they will face
Matches have a 15 minute time limit

~Quarter, Semi, & Finals~
To be held at the Rise of a Dynasty Supershow on July 2nd
Brackets announced beforehand
No time limit


aohdubya.com Exclusives Return for Season II!!


Spoiler for Black Men Can’t Wrestle:


We’re brought to what looks like a hallway in the Hammerstein, Paul Heyman struggling to roll himself out of a door. He closes it behind him, but no sooner does it slam shut, Antonio Banks gets in his face with the slip of paper he’s been whoring around for two and a half months

Banks:
Read it and weep, homeboy.

Heyman:
What is this? Who let you in this building?

Banks:
This is our place, Mr. Heyman. I’m pretty sure anyone can walk up in here.

Heyman:
Actually, anyone but you can walk up in here at this point in time.
~Banks takes off his sunglasses in confusion and possibly anger

Banks:
Watchu on about, Heyman?

Heyman:
I’m saying do you know how much trouble I’m in because you’re here?? The whole company has suffered because of your whole ‘The Man is keeping me down’ thing.

Banks:
Oh so you don’t think The Man is keeping me down…?

Heyman:
I never said that. I just said the way you’re going about it is getting us in a great deal of hot water.

Banks:
Hot water, huh? Well maybe this’ll just stir the pot.
~Banks again holds up the petition papers

Banks:
Here. These are the signatures of 105 enraged Black Americans who want me to get my rematch for the Dynasty Championship. I went to all the streets of New York and did everything I could to make sure I got these names. Now you gonna listen to the voice of my people, you understand, Pauly?
~Banks is now all up in Heyman’s face. Heyman is unmoved

Heyman:
I don’t care what color you are. I will no longer be intimidated into making decisions that are not best for this company. I am Paul Heyman, the Commander in Chief of Art of War Wrestling. I call the shots. I tell the cannons to fire, I tell them to stop. I tell the generals where to stand and where to blitz. I tell the soldiers where to fight and where to retreat. And I will not be swayed by a horde of people you’ve riled up and played basketball with to give you what you do not deserve.
~Banks is also not moving

Banks:
I deserve everything because men like you don’t wanna give men like me a damn thing. You know what? I should’ve seen this coming. The Black man works his ass off and the big White man in charge just brushes him off. So whatchu gon’ do then? Huh, Pauly?

Heyman:
Easy. For trying to push something on me that is not in the best interest of this company as well as threatening me and accusing me of racial slander, Antonio Banks, I hereby SUSPEND you indefinitely.
~Banks flings his arms up, his petition papers flying, and his hands going back into his cornrows

Banks:
SUSPEND ME?? SUSPEND ME?? What the hell?!? I did everything right and you –

Heyman:
…but
~On a dime, Banks suddenly calms down

Banks:
…but…?

Heyman:
But I will not run you off the premises nor ban you from the arena. I like you, Antonio, and I jumped through a lot of hoops to get you here. The only thing I will suspend you from is in-ring competition.

Banks:
But…but that means I’m still not gettin’ my title shot and I can’t be in the Dynasty Tournament! What the hell am I supposed to do??

Heyman:
Not my problem, homeboy.
~Heyman rolls on by Banks, who is too stunned to even make a motion that many do of threatening a wheelchaired man, just standing with his mouth open as we fade away…



Spoiler for The Sydal/Kidman Chronicles VIII: If A General is Corrupt…:


Backstage, the Finale Supershow. Matt Sydal is holding his neck and being flanked by a referee, who he assures that he is well. Sydal looks up and sees Billy Kidman just standing in the hall, almost completely forgetting his physical pain and tapping into perhaps the emotional one that just had to deal with

Sydal:
So. You’re standing here when you could’ve been standing out there.

Kidman:
If I had been standing out there, it ‘d have been a lie.

Sydal:
What kind of line is that, huh? You’ve been standing right there beside me for months now, coaching me, telling me what I need to do. And the one moment of my entire career where I needed you more than life itself…you just up and walked out. What lie would it have been to have just stayed there…?

Kidman:
You don’t get it, do you? I fully support you in everything. Even tonight. But if I stood out there tonight, it would’ve said I was okay with it.

Sydal:
I don’t…I don’t understand. You groomed me to get that shot and you’re saying it’s not okay that I got it?

Kidman:
No. I’m grooming you to be a winner. Guess what you haven’t done? Won. You haven’t won anything at all. And yet out of the blue, here you get a title shot. You know how much I had to work in my day to even sniff a title, much less even get a shot? I love you, kid. And I’ll always love you. But you didn’t deserve anything near that shot.
~Sydal looks hurt and confused

Sydal
:
So with all the work I put in…you’re saying I didn’t deserve any of it…?

Kidman:
It ain’t just about work rate, kid. It’s about who works. And right now, you’re working hard…but you’re not working.
~Sydal is now just looking straight hurt

Sydal
:
…I understand. I think I might need to find a new coach.
~Kidman now looks hurt

Kidman
:
Look, Matt, you don’t need to do that. This isn’t about me, it’s about what you need to do. It’s something entirely different.

Sydal:
It might. But I might not take advice from someone I don’t have faith in if they don’t have faith in me.
~Sydal grips back at his neck and stares a hole through Kidman as he turns away. The camera focuses on Kidman, who looks like he just lost a son as we fade away…



Spoiler for One Big Happy, Brutal Family:


We’re brought to the image that looks like Brent Albright carrying a pair of bags and setting them into the locker room of a building, most likely the Hammerstein. As soon as Albright sets them down, he’s greeted with a pat on the shoulder by his own mentor, Paul Burchill

Burchill:
Good job, mate.
~Albright nods a head as Burchill looks at him

Burchill:
Y’know, we’ve been at this a while. And I just kinda wanted to say you’ve become like a brother to me, Albright.
~Burchill holds out an open hand, Albright somewhat taken aback by the proposition

Albright:
Thank you, Burch.
~The two shake hands assuredly before Burchill pulls him in and the two share sort of a hug. Albright smiles once they separate

Burchill:
Now savor that because it’s the only one you’re gonna get for a while.
~Albright’s smile fades and nods his head. Before the two can continue, however, they are greeted by William Regal walking into frame, the AOW Trios Tournament Trophy in his hands

Regal:
Gentlemen, we are one unit. This silver accolade is the display of that. But we almost do not need it because we know there’s no one on this roster who is even on our level.
~He sets the trophy in front of them and puts his arms around both men on their shoulders

Regal:
And we can only make more money from here.
~All three men smile sinisterly before Albright puts a fist in front of him

Albright:
Civil first.
~Burchill puts his fist next to Albright’s

Burchill:
Savages second.
~Regal now puts a fist forward before opening it and putting it on both fists

Regal:
But duty above all.
~The three look at each other smiling all the more sinister as we fade away on this merciless bond…


Spoiler for ThE dAMNed WiLL riSE:


The screen suddenly distorts and twists into a mess of colors, almost like a hallucination, before turning solid once again and showing us the dark, damp room we last saw Chris Jericho in from his last terrifying appearance. He sits in the same way, same spot, the shadows covering his entire entity with the exception of his left eye, which has an even stronger madness ring to it, his words echoing

Jericho:
They tried to kill a god once…once
~The screen momentarily distorts before coming back up closer to his shadowed face

Jericho:
It was tried once…once…but he didn’t die. He just fell from the heavens…and to this day rules a different domain…main
~The echoes are getting more demonic

Jericho:
And from that underworld…world…that he now ruled, he became a god of his own realm…realm. Being cast out did not kill him…it just made him stronger…stronger
~The screen distorts all kinds of funny, loud screeching noises being heard before suddenly SNAPPING on an extreme close up of Jericho’s face and his eye, looking as mad as its ever been

Jericho:
There’s more than one way to rule the world.

…world…
…world…
…world…


BLACK




June 4th, 2008

The Hammerstein Ballroom – Manhattan, New York City, New York
“Don’t Call it a Comeback”


!!SPECIAL 2-HOUR SEASON II PREMIERE!!

.:Confirmed for Oblivion:.

~TEN, yes, TEN Opening Round matches of the 2008 Dynasty Tournament
~The chaotic vibe of the Dynasty Tournament shows, as no one knows who will show up and who will face who
~Christian Cage makes his first televised appearance as AOW World Heavyweight Champion
~Much, more in store!!


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