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I wouldn't worry too much about the 'old faces' showing up again - if anything, it should result in the likes of yourself and Melvis getting the sort of plaudits you've both earned with your work over the last couple of years

Anyways, I had wanted to leave some feedback for the 'Off season finale', but ... well, you know the drill, lack of time/procrastination/other {delete as appropriate}, but I'm excited to see the second season kick off, although if I'm nit picking, I'd be a little concerned that the 10 Dynasty Tournament matches on the opening show might be overkill for the opening night. I'm sure there are reasons for it (lack to time before the finals to fit the matches in?) but that's just my own personal concern for the show, where I feel it could lose some momentum.
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Plaudits? I can only dream, Wolf Man.

P.S. Holy shit it finally got freakin' posted





June 4th, 2008

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

“Don’t Call it a Comeback”



A black screen with what looks like just a little white square in the center of it. It looks like a faraway television screen just hanging in dark hyperspace, but with each passing second it creeps closer and closer. Images bursts across on that small screen in accordance to the audio that goes by. There’s a faint humming in the background, but above that, we can hear soundclips from the first season of Art of War Wrestling…

“Welcome to AOW – Art of War Wrestling!”
“…Lucky 13…”
“…MICHAELS TAPPED OUT!!”
“I am Chris Jericho and I am your AOW Heavyweight Champ…”
“My god, what happened to Rob Van Dam…”
“That’s…that’s ‘The Great!’…”
“Samoa Joe and Finlay are tearing each other apart on the balcony!”
“WORLD’S GREATEST DOOMSDAY DEVICE!!”
“One…step…ahead…”
“Gregory Helms just stole the Cruiserweight Championship!”
“Hell has ascended to the Earth with the A.O.K.O. match…”
“The Man…on the Moon…”
“The Sons of the Dungeon, American Made, and the Samoan Fight Club debut on the same night…”
“Christian Cage has gone ballistic on Bobby Lashley…”
“…I’m the Real Deal…”
“I…I…I will NEVER QUIT!!”
“LASHLEY JUST SPEARED RVD THROUGH THAT TABLE! Michaels is counting…”
“…this is my Worthy Legion…”
“No one saw Michaels get eliminated…”
“…because you have to win this title before the end of the year…”
“…get rid of all the scum…”
“CM Punk finally is Dynasty Champion!”
“…you don’t retire until I say you do…”
“HEYMAN SCREWED MICHAELS…”
“Shawn Michaels…YOU’RE FIRED…”
“Tyler Black and Kofi Kingston tear the house down on their debut night…”
“CHRISTIAN CAGE HAS RETURNED FROM EXILE!!”
“This world is mine…”
“CHRISTIAN CAGE SURVIVES THE WAR CHAMER!!”
“…the first ever pro wrestling Offseason…”
“Wait a minute…did somebody just jump ship…?”
“I am the Boondock Saint Antonio Banks…”
“The first ever AOW Trios Tournament…”
“…AN UNSANCTIONED MATCH!!”
“Shawn Michaels…has sold his soul to the devil!”
“…a knee to the face means the same thing to every race!”
“I am the Master of Puppets…”
“YOU’RE GONNA GET YOUR F*CKIN’ HEAD KICKED IN!”
“Danielson spins Helms around FORTY TIMES!”
“…the rookies take center stage and become AOW WORLD Tag Team Champions…”
“Colon just used the Samoan Fight Club for the victory!”
“PSICOSIS TAPS!! Mercenaries, Inc. have captured the trophy…”
“THAT’S A HALF-TON ELBOW DROP!”
“MUSCLE BUSTER TO THE BEHEMOTH!”
“Justin King is a racist!”
“Finlay is an absolute bloody mess…”
“HE’S BACK! RVD IS OFFICIALLY BACK!”
“Can Christian hold on…”
“YOU SCREWED BRET! YOU SCREWED BRET!”
“He almost hit Torrie Wilson…”
“UNPRETTIER!! THE UNPRETTIER HEARD ‘ROUND THE WORLD…”
“THE JOURNEY – THE DREAM – IT’S ALL COME TRUE!! THE MADNESS, THE EXILE – IT HAS ALL LED TO THIS VINDICATION!!”


….and suddenly the screen shuts off on the victorious picture of Christian Cage holding the title high…only for the screen to light up on the final image of the AOW Offseason, Christian Cage still sanding victorious in the center ring, the entire crowd chanting and chanting before the scene fades away, leaving only the audio…

AOW!! AOW!! AOW!! AOW!! AOW!!

…before that gradually fades away and all we hear is the narrator we’ve heard for the last year as the AOW logo posts up on the screen

Narrator:
Welcome back to the battlefield. We missed your blood.

***


We enter the Hammerstein Ballroom, 3,000+ people on their feet…AND THEY’RE ALL SINGING ALONG, A CAPPELLA, TO MARILYN MANSON’S “FIGHT SONG!!” The traditional package didn’t even air, but all in attendance are so ready to be back in the swing of things, they’re letting it be heard! No telling how long this has been going on, but the awe-inspiring moment goes on for the first few minutes of the broadcast, reaching a near euphoric moment when the entire arena hits the “FIGHT!! FIGHT!!” chants. They pop huge for themselves as even Tony Chimel is taken aback by what’s going on, but not enough to leave him speechless


Chimel:
Ladies and gentlemen from the Hammerstein Ballroom and all around the world…welcome to AOW Wednesday Night Oblivion: SEEEAA-SUUUUUUN TWOOOO!!


The Hammerstein comes unglued once again before anything even happens, and then the chanting no longer becomes a recording. The rabid, mutant crowd kicks up their own live “AOW!! AOW!! AOW!!” chant that goes a little bit longer and sets an absolutely incredible setting for everything.

With the glorious re-introduction out of the way, we await for a moment until “MISERE CANTARE” begins to play to an ENORMOUS pop. The first man who drew #1 is none other than Dynasty Champion CM Punk! Punk is taken aback at his huge reaction, his Dynasty title flaying by his side. He’s pumped up by the crowd being so pumped up, the frustration we saw in the Offseason subsiding for the euphoric entrance. Punk marches down the ramp and plays to the crowd some more, more than happy to be the first guy these people see as the personification of what AOW is about.



Joey Styles
CM Punk is as ripe and ready as this insane Hammerstein Ballroom crowd! Hello, everyone, I’m Joey Styles alongside John “Bradshaw” Layfield and neither one of us can stress enough just how pumped we are to be back behind this glorious desk for the greatest wrestling promotion in the world on the greatest wrestling show in the world, Wednesday Night Oblivion!

JBL:
AOW is back in the habit, Joey, an’ I wouldn’t have it any other way! This night is two and a half months in the making!

Joey Styles:
And we’re kicking it off in style because in AOW, we don’t sleep on the wrestling here, folks. We’re gonna give it to you heavy and all night long, this match the first of TEN, yes, TEN matches in the AOW Dynasty Tournament!

JBL:
An’ that’s the beauty of the Dynasty Tournament in that no one knows who is gonna face who! I just hope whoever faces this tattooed buffoon knocks him right the hell out of this Tournament.

Joey Styles:
The best way to start AOW Season II, ladies and gentlemen, John Layfield wearing his CM Punk underwear waiting for his favorite wrestler to give him an autograph.


The sweet sound of commentators arguing is music. Other than that, the crowd reminds Punk of how much they love him when they kick up a “CM PUNK!! CM PUNK!!” chant before they die down just a tad. There’s a bit of a hush that goes around the Hammerstein, but a buzz of great intrigue as we wait for the next man…to hear “STORM LANCING” chime out over the system to a huge ovation as well!! It’s Punk’s old mentor, Lance Storm! We’ve only seen Storm twice this year and that was in the Trios Tournament, and no one’s seen him since! The veteran is also surprised at his reaction, walking into the ring to share a smile with Punk. The Dynasty champ can’t believe it, but from the way it looks, CM Punk was asking for a ‘hero’ in the Offseason; a small light in the dark world of wrestling. And it looks like he’s gonna get it

OPENING CONTEST
~Dynasty Tournament: Rd. 1~

AOW Dynasty Champion CM Punk v.
Lance Storm


For most of the match, the two remain on even footing and have a lengthy feeling out process because of it. Even after four minutes of action, the two men continually trade advantages back and forth, neither man being able to sustain a lead. Storm becomes the first man to nail consecutive big maneuvers when he surprises the rebounding Punk with a LEG LARIAT!! Storm immediately covers his former subordinate – 1…2…3-NO!! Punk keeps himself in the Tournament! Storm doesn’t let this stop him, taking Punk up and sending him over with a FLAWLESS NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!! He keeps the bridge and hopes for another cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Punk stays alive again!

The elder Storm is making it hard for Punk to stay on his feet, getting a hold of him and grappling him back to the mat and squeezing at his ribs with a side waistlock. Punk screams that he doesn’t wanna give up, even though it’s wearing him down. He manages to give Storm a pair of hard shots right in the middle of the forehead, backing him off enough for Punk to get back to his feet. Storm rushes the younger champion, Punk sidestepping and causing Storm to bounce off the ropes, where Punk greets him with a SNAP SCOOP POWERSLAM!! The crowd ignites for Punk as he goes for a cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Storm trugs on

Lance tries to recover by going over to a corner. When Punk approaches him, he shoos him away with a stiff KICK that sends Punk reeling away. But the resilient young rebel rushes back towards the corner, looking for the CORNER HIGH KNEE…NO!! Storm sees the move coming a mile away and DUMPS PUNK OVER THE TOP ROPE…but Punk lands on the apron! Storm turns around to see Punk still up, who CLOCKS HIM WITH A ROUNDHOUSE FROM THE APRON! Storm goes down hard to a pop, Punk leaning back and preparing for his former mentor to get back to his feet, but he may be eating up time here…SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE…NO!!

Storm moves out of the way, Punk landing on his feet after seeing it coming. Storm grips Punk in a rear waistlock and goes for a GERMAN SUPLEX…but Punk jams the move and won’t let Storm get him up and over. Instead, Punk nails a standing switch and tries for his own GERMA…but Storm jams that one, forcing Punk over his shoulder with a FEIRCE SNAPMARE! Punk is rolled over himself, getting back to his feet dizzied…and is greeted with a LANCE STORM SUPERKICK…NO!! Punk counters Storm now, catching the foot before it meets chin, spinning Storm around, and on the spinout, CATCHES HIM ON HIS SHOULDERS FOR THE GTS…but Storm squibbles out of that, landing right behind Punk…AND FINALLY NAILS THE GERMAN SUPLEX!! An impressive mentor-pupil sequence ends with Storm getting a cover – 1…2…3…NO!! It’s not over yet!

The match time clock is striking just after seven minutes, Storm getting a little flustered. He tries to bring Punk to his feet, but Punk springs to life and RAMS THE VETERAN INTO A CORNER!! A violent move by Punk only stopped by him tending to his tender neck area, but he takes several steps back before rushing again…AND HITS THE CORNER KNEE AND BULLDOG COMBO!! Storm falls with his eyes up towards the lights and Punk covering – 1…2…3-NO!!

Punk doesn’t get too mad over the kickout, perhaps a sign of respect, but he doesn’t rise from his knees, just clasping his hands together and putting them by an ear. It’s time to put the old man to sleep. The crowd roars as the taunt is made, Storm somewhat wobbly to his feet…PUT ON PUNK’S SHOULDERS…NO!! He squibs off again, rebounding off the ropes behind him…and cracks Punk with the SPINNING WHEEL KICK!! Storm with another cover – 1…2…3-NO!! As soon as Punk throws his legs up, Storm goes over and grabs it, delivering a pair of boots to the pit of the knee. He then grabs the ankle with the crowd buzzing…CANADIAN MAPLE LEAF…NO!! Punk pulls Storm in for a small package – 1…2…3…NO!!

Punk couldn’t win the way he retained his title at The Outer Limits, both men springing back to their feet, only for Storm to try and set-up Punk for a VERTICAL SUPLEX…but Punk short-arms out of it, wrapping Storm up…and NAILING THE PEPSI TWIST!! But as Storm hits the canvas, his hammerlocked arm flies out…AND ALLOWS PUNK TO LOCK IN THE ANACONDA VICE!! ANACONDA VICE FROM THE PEPSI TWIST!! Storm writhes in pain and tries to make his way to the ropes, the clock almost reaching the final minutes as Punk clamps down harder…………AND LANCE STORM FINALLY TAPS OUT!!

Winner: CM Punk at (8:44)

And the first match of the new season is over! Punk’s arm is raised high as he takes in the huge pop he’s getting, but after a moment or so, he picks up Lance Storm. Storm forces Punk into a handshake that gets a pop…but then Punk pulls his mentor in for a hug in the middle of the ring, the crowd popping even more. Punk is handed his Dynasty title and the two walk out of the ring together, the crowd buzzing still. The Hammerstein knows this may be Storm’s last time in AOW, the crowd letting out a “THANK YOU, STORM!! THANK YOU STORM!!” chant that he briefly acknowledges before walking out with a little bit of a tear in his eye…


Joey Styles:
The night is still young, this crowd isn’t going home, and we’re just getting started!! Keep it here, ladies and gentlemen, because we’ve got two whole hours to excite you! We’ve got two months to make up for, so keep it right here!


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**



We return from the break to an arena that’s still rockin’ and they seem to remain that way because we see Jack Evans jumpin’ and jivin’ all down the entrance ramp and to the ring to the tune of “JACK E.”, his original theme. Able to dance on the way to the ring full time without a tag team partner for the first time in a long time is somewhat bittersweet for Evans, but he gets in the ring and break dances away his pain just fine.

…but the Hammerstein is somewhat stunned when the next sound heard is “HOLLA TO THA WORLD”. It’s not long before Antonio Banks comes on through the curtain in one of his signature garish outfits, this time decorated in a burgundy hue. Banks has his sunglasses on and a microphone as well as an aura of confusion, considering that we know he probably shouldn’t be here…


Banks:
Knock, knock you cracka’ bastards.

~Banks gets a big round of heat, not pulling any punches on that

Banks:
Yeah, that’s right. “The Boondock Saint” Antonio Banks. I’m back. I’m still black. And I’m still mad as hell.

~The heat continues as Banks steps a little farther out

Banks:
I did everything right. I stated my issue. I went out and spread my message. I gathered a following. Hell, I even got a whole petition of support. Then I consulted administration. And somehow, someway…THE MAN IS STILL KEEPIN’ ME DOWN!!

~Banks is still sustaining a deal of heat

Banks:
So a black man with a worthy cause and justified grievance is somehow suspended from in-ring competition. But this joker. This joker that broke up his tag team, this white devil that keeps on tryin’ to dance and rap like a black man is more than forgiven to keep his job and his spot in this Dynasty Tournament. How much sense does that make?

~A smartass in the crowd close to Banks is heard saying ‘perfect sense’, Banks hearing him and prepping a pimp slap in his direction before stopping and continuing his spiel. Jack Evans shrugs his shoulders and points at himself like ‘who, me?’

Banks:
Yes, I’m talkin’ about you, Jack Evans! I done told you about all the culture you’re tryin’ to take from my people! And somehow you’re still here not changin’ a damn thing! See this is how it is. The white man gets everything he wants and stays alive by takin’ from everybody else while everybody else is forced to change. Well that just forces me to be stronger, wiser, and more resourceful, now doesn’t it?

~Banks is pacing on the stage a little bit

Banks:
I’ve been suspended, my title shots have been suspended, and my right to be in this Dynasty Tournament has been taken away from me.

~The crowd pops for this, which pisses Banks off even more, but he sucks it up and then wags his finger

Banks:
No, no, no. I’m too smart to be held down for long. See I might be gone from this Tournament and this ring…but I found a loophole! The white man ain’t got rules tight enough that I can’t rope around. See I found out that I can find a replacement for myself in this Tournament. And if he wins…I still get my guaranteed AOW World title shot. And then they’ll be forced to lift my suspension. You know how bad it would look if the winner of the inaugural Dynasty Tournament couldn’t even compete?

~Banks now has a smirk as he shakes his head

Banks:
So without further ado, I introduce to some and present to others a man that I have scouted and I have full faith in to follow me in my cause. He is the first of my brothas in arms. He is the most dangerous man in all of wrestling and now that he is signed to a personal services contract to me, he’s the most dangerous man in AOW. And I’m glad these tournament matches are timed…because Jack Evans, you’re gonna be wheeled outta here in about…1.9 seconds. My representative…TYSON TARVER…!!!


“HOLLA TO THA WORLD” restarts as the now Most Dangerous Man in AOW, Tyson Tarver, bursts on through the curtain and on down to the ring. He’s got his face-covering bandana and his taped fists, Banks following up behind him. He gets in Tarver’s ear and he shows the only sign of emotion possible with a slight nod. He intimidating presence and stoic expression on Tarver’s face remain the same when he steps in and takes off his bandana, staring an absolute hole through Jack Evans, who is trying to brush off his fear.

Match 2
~Dynasty Tournament: Rd. 1~
Tyson Tarver
w/Antonio Banks
v.
Jack Evans


Evans gives it his all to try and keep up with the intimidation of Tarver, but even his uber flexibility falls flat to Tarver’s stature. After two minutes in, Evans is still trying to fight for an advantage and not be thrown around like a rag doll, but when he tries to whip Tarver, he gets whipped into a corner himself. Tarver rushes at the cruiserweight, only to get a BOOT TO THE FACE. Evans has some separation finally, but when he tries to set up something on the second rope, Tarver jumps forward and CLUBS HIM OFF!! Evans falls face-first into the corner, giving Tarver time to take a few steps back…AND HIT THE MODIFIED FACEWASH!!

Evans could possibly have a concussion, wandering right back into Tarver’s clutches, right into a DEVASTATING CLOTHESLINE!! Evans drops like a stone and nearly flips over himself. Tarver stops for a moment to let in all the heat he’s getting, with Banks scoffing at the crowd and telling them to ‘shut up and go play golf or somethin’’. Banks’ and Tarver’s grandstanding finally ends when Tarver reaches down and starts pulling Evans up by his hair…only for Evans to spring up and hit a JAWBREAKER! Tarver stumbles for one of the only times in the match, Evans using this space to rush at Tarver…only to get A SNAP OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX…RIGHT INTO A CORNER!! EVANS IS FLIPPED RIGHT INTO A TREE OF WOE!!

An absolutely devastating move that keeps Evans pinned right up in the corner, but Tarver is stopped when he tries to go back after him. Like a dog having to be pulled by his leash, referee Justin King (who else) gets between Tarver and Evans, telling him to back away. While that happens, Banks winds up a fist and HITS EVANS SQUARE IN THE UPSIDE DOWN FACE WITH A LOW CLOTHESLINE!! Evans falls over from the tree of woe, flat on the canvas. Tarver is back on the prowl, his focus completely on Evans again, picking him up…and blatantly HEADBUTTING HIM BETWEEN THE EYES. This causes Evans to drop down to a knee. Tarver takes Evans and reaches down and looks to perhaps pull him up FOR A POWERBOMB…BUT EVANS TURNS IT INTO A BACK BODY DROP!! Almost as soon as Tarver hits the canvas, Evans nails an incredible STANDING CORKSCREW MOONSAULT!! Again, the athleticism of Evans is on display as he gets a definitive cover – 1…2…NO!!

The crowd deflates as Evans can’t quite end it there, Banks calling his prized fighter over to a corner. Tarver doesn’t seem tired, but Banks calls him over anyway and talks to him like he’s the corner man of a boxer. He then massages his shoulders before patting him on the back and getting him back to the ring. Tarver shadow boxes on his way back in, only to be greeted by a Jack Evans RUNNING DROPKICK!! Tarver is put right back into the corner, Evans backing away…AND HITS THE TUMBLING ELBOW!! The crowd is rapidly now on the side of Evans, but when Evans possibly tries to follow it up with a BULLDOG…but Tarver CHUNKS HIM ACROSS THE RING!! Evans lands on his tailbone and slowly rises back up…only to be SPEARED IN HALF BY TARVER!! FUCKING HELL!! Evans is absolutely DESTROYED by the Tyson spear, leaving Evans effectively dead. But to really pour the cement on things, he drapes Evans across his chest…AND NAILS HIM WITH TARVER’ LIGHTNING!! Evans is motionless as Tarver emphatically covers the white urban wrestler – 1…2…3…!!!

Winner: Tyson Tarver at (5:31)

With absolutely no emotion, no remorse, Tarver lifts himself off the body of Evans. He completely scares Justin King away from raising his hand just by glancing over at him. It’s Banks who casually crawls into the ring and raises Tarver’s arm instead to a great rain of heat. As Tarver stands like a mechanical man, Banks bends over and looks at the decimated body of Jack Evans, shaking his head. We can see him mouth something…it looks like…‘don’t go to sleep yet…’? While unclear, what this means quickly becomes apparent, as Banks lifts up the limp body of the eliminated cruiserweight and holds him up for Tarver. The crowd is throwing even more buzzing heat, Joey Styles not liking where this is going at all…and TARVER KNOCKS HIM OUT WITH THE KILL SHOT!! Evans could effectively be dead as Banks just lets go of his body! The two then exit the ring to an incredible round of heat that Banks just shrugs off and smiles at, while Tarver just goes up stoically, as we fade away…


~Backstage, Green Zone interview area, but it’s been transformed into the host of some kind of large bingo game roller…



Torrie:
‘round and ‘round, what the numbers will be, nobody knows!

Miz:
Hey, blondie. I’ll be the one to turn the handle because I understand that that’s too difficult for you to even do.

Torrie:
I understand it perfectly. I mean, you’re standing here. So I know how to work with tools good for only one thing.

~BURN!! Miz has his mouth open as Wilson goes over and takes it by the handle, spinning it and sending the numbered balls around and around. It isn’t long before someone walks into frame…er…a pair of someones

London
:
WOH!! Dude, Brian, look at that! It spins!

Kendrick:
(mesmerized)
No. Freakin’. Way.
~London and Kendrick, possibly stoned, just stare at the tumbling balls in the roller. Neither one of them even blink until Miz breaks it up

Miz:
HEY! You two yutzs gonna draw numbers or what?

~the Hooliganz completely ignore him, still hypnotized

Kendrick:
It’s like watching a dryer.

London:
But with balls.

Kendrick:
Or like a whirlpool.

London:
But with balls.

Kendrick:
We should pick some.

London:
But which balls?

~Wilson stops spinning it for a moment for both men to reach in, the spell breaking and letting them live again

London
:
Heh heh. Lucky #7.

Kendrick:
#4? Who else got #4?

???:
I guess we’ll find out.

~All four people in the room turn around to see all three members of Mercenaries, Inc.

Regal:
How about you blokes clear out so true gentlemen can enter the fold?

~The disgruntled Hooliganz look at the Mercs funny before taking their balls and leaving the scene. Paul Burchill takes one savage look at The Miz and that causes him to scatter from the scene, leaving the Mercs and the blonde bombshell

Albright:
Turn it around again, tootz.

~Wilson gulps and turns the cage one more time before all three members alternate in putting their hands in and pulling their numbers out

Regal:
Don’t show this to anyone. Alright, gents?

~No sooner does Regal say that does Albright try to look over to Burchill’s ball, but Burch wraps all his fingers around it so he can’t see. Regal jabs his head in the direction away from the scene, all three men heading out that way and leaving Wilson to herself and the tumbler as we fade away…


~Back at ringside…


“QUEN SOY YO” hits the sound system now, a very disgruntled Carlito Colon comes on through the curtain to a decent array of heat for his debut in the new season. He’s got a terrible scowl on his face and we’re not sure why…until he looks behind him and from behind that blood-red curtain comes Carly Colon Sr…?? He’s dressed up in some of Carlito’s older attire, the tropical shirt and all. He doesn’t have an apple, but he points for Carlito to go on down the ramp like he needs some kind of instruction. Carlito aggravatingly waves off his father and walks down the aisle.

A little bit of pause for interest that seems to be the theme for the night, the crowd throwing up a pop when “MAN WITH NO LAND” hits the threshold to welcome the arrival of Kofi Kingston. Kinston hits a pair of thunderclaps before ripping off his exercise shorts and springing on down to the ring. The rookie sensation slaps hands with many front row fans, his thousand-watt smile radiating in his first shot at potentially getting an AOW world title opportunity.

Match 3
~Dynasty Tournament: Rd. 1~
Carlito Colon
w/Carly Colon, Sr.
v.
Kofi Kingston


Having Carlito’s sire with him actually seems to throw Carlito’s rhythm off in the early goings, possibly succumbing to the pressure of having his father at ringside. Even so, he gets his blows in, but is shaken and taken aback by the speed and veracity of the young tropical newcomer, still technically in his rookie year. When we cut in four minutes in, Kingston is still using his speed to his advantage and surprising Colon when he springboards off the second rope and LANDS ON CARLITO’S SHOULDERS…but Colon seems to hold him up in an ELECTRIC CHAIR POSITION…but Kingston twists and slips down his spine to turn it into a SUNSET FLIP – 1…2…NO!! Carlito still has life, but he PUNTS Kofi right in the gut as the two get up.

Carly Sr. doesn’t like this, urging Carlito to show more discipline, but the second-gen competitor argues with his father as Kofi gets back up, hunched over. Carlito rebounds off the ropes behind him, and crushes Kingston with the RUNNING KNEE LIFT, only to rebound off the opposite ropes and come back at Kingston with a NASTY CLOTHESLINE!! Carlito with a cover – 1…2…3-NO!! The match continues, albeit with Carlito a little more frustrated, taking Kingston up and whipping him towards a corner…but Kingston leaps cleanly onto the top rope before launching himself back…REVERSE DIVING CROSSBODY!! Carlito is caught completely off guard – 1…2…3-NO!!

The two tropical warriors keep duking it out, although when Kofi takes Carlito and whips him into the ropes, it’s his turn to be taken by surprise by a Carlito SPRINGBOARD BACK ELBOW!! Carlito has to take a moment to gather himself from all the rapid damage he’s taken, floating over and covering – 1…2…NO!! Kofi stays alive, much to the dismay of the Puerto Rican. Carly Sr. is telling Carlito for ‘mas suave’, Puerto Rican slang for ‘calm down’. Carly Jr. actually nods his hair in confirmation with this, surprisingly. He slowly tugs Kofi up by his hair (which irritates his father), but he delivers a pair of hard knuckles to his head before hoisting Kingston on his shoulders and whipping him around…FIREMAN’S CARRY FLAPJACK!! Kofi’s face hits the canvas with a hard *thud* that prompts another cover – 1…2…3-NO!!

Kingston keeps his title shot dreams alive, Carlito getting more and more frustrated. He stomps on Kofi a pair of times, getting admonished by his sire in the process. Carlito ignores this and takes Kingston up, only for Kofi to shove Carlito back-first into a corner. Kofi shows off his resolve by running and leaping up high, and STARTS HITTING THE 10 PUNCH…but he only gets to four before Carlito shakes the ropes and makes him off balance, catching Kofi in his clutches before rushing forward…SITOUT SPINEBUSTER!! A unique move indeed for the Cool One – 1…2…3-NO!!

The Hammerstein pops big as Carlito knows now how Tyler Black felt in all those rookie duels, pounding the mat and tugging at his mess of a Hispanic afro. He drags the near limp body of Kingston back to a vertical base and sets up for the COOL SHOT…S.O.S.!! KINGSTON TURNS IT INTO THE RANHEI!! A cover – 1…2…3-NO!!! Kofi almost pulls one out of his hat, both men feeling the damage here. Kofi is the first man to his feet, still a little groggy, but able to bounce off the ropes and shift his shoulders and leap up for the BOOM LEG DROP!! But instead of going for another cover, Kingston rolls away and crawls back, grabbing at Carlito’s wrist and wrapping his legs around his neck…A TRIANGLE CHOKE!! THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE CHOKE so says the commentators, Carlito gasping for air. Carly Sr. is telling his son to hang in there, ‘lito’s entire body almost going numb…before he manages to angle his body enough to SLING and arm over the bottom rope!

The crowd’s buzz on the new submission dies down to fizzled heat at ‘lito’s resolve. But as Carlito tries to get to his feet using the ropes, behind him the Hammerstein is getting revived, courtesy of Kingston waving his dreads around and starting to thunderclap his hands together. As the Puerto Rican gets to his feet, he turns around to see Kingston preparing for the TROUBLE IN PARADISE - BUT CARLITO POKES HIM IN THE EYE!! A blatant move that immediately gets him reprimanded by the ref and shouted at by his father. The full of attitude Carlito pays no mind to either man, approaching Kofi...but he's greeted by the swirling hurricane that is the TROUBLE IN PARADISE…A NO!! Carlito ducks the spinning kick by the still blinded Kingston and winds up behind him…BACKSTABBER!! BACKSTABBER!! Carlito connects with his finishing move, Kingston backflipping over Carlito’s knees on the impact!! The selling is effective as effective as the eye poke, as ‘lito shoots the half and covers – 1…2…3…!!!

Winner: Carlito Colon at (8:40)

Carlito crawls off of Kofi’s body and quickly rolls under the bottom ropes with a raised fist in victory. He’s getting his fair share of heat, but when he tries to walk away from the scene, his father stops him in his tracks and tells him to turn back around and “show you’ve got some discipline”. Carlito argues with his father before his dad threatens to take off his belt. Carlito gives him a blank ‘you gotta be kidding me’ stare before just signing and rolling back in the ring, helping Kingston back to his feet…and giving him a begrudging handshake. Almost as soon as the deed is done, Carlito rolls away even faster out of the ring and darts up the ramp and pays no heed to his father with his ‘I told you so’s’.


Joey Styles:
Well…uh…the somewhat confused look on Kofi Kinston’s face explains most of the story here, as Kingston will not be advancing in the Dynasty Tournament in his rookie year, but he did put up a hellova fight.

JBL:
Kingston’s pretty impressive, but I think Carlito’s daddy knows something that we don’t about motivating that guy.

Joey Styles:
Well, we saw online over the last few months that Carlito’s father has been trying to discipline his son and making him more respectful and less lazy, so perhaps that might be the key to getting Carlito a shot at that World title. Besides, that was a blatant shot to the eyes from Carlito!

JBL:
Ain’t no motivation like daddy’s leather strap.

Joey Styles:
Well, gold and leather straps are all the motivation you need in professional wrestling, but coming up on the other side of the break, the AOW Dynasty Tournament continues! We’re not sure who the heck is gonna show up, but we do know London and Kendrick will both compete sometime tonight, including Kendrick coming up next!! But don’t forget later on tonight, Christian Cage will make his first televised appearance with the AOW World Champinoship! Expect the unexpected, all night long, here on Oblivion!


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**



“BETTER THAN GREAT (REMIX)” begins to chime out as we return, a bit of a harder sound to it with a bit of a twist. This certainly doesn’t sound like the World’s Greatest Tag Team theme very much like we’re used to hearing in this same key and tune, but the aggressive tone of it in no surprise gives way to Shelton Benjamin, showing his face for the first time since his actions since The Outer Limits. No, his hair isn’t gold, but his tights are, an entire new demeanor surrounding him. He’s actually getting a bit of heat, but some aren’t sure what to give him, his new flair following him into the ring.

Like before, there’s a bit of a hush before a new theme is heard, this one getting a big pop, as “LONDON CALLING” gears over the system to show us Brian Kendrick. One of the men who was often overlooked in Season 1 high-steps out to the stage before BOLTING down the aisle and sliding into the ring…ONLY TO BE CUT OFF BY SHELTON BENJAMIN CLUBBING AND STOMPING ON HIM BEFORE HE CAN EVEN GET UP!!


Match 4
~Dynasty Tournament: Rd. 1~
Shelton Benjamin
v.
Brian Kendrick


With that auspicious opening, it’s no surprise the newly aggressive Benjamin takes the upper hand for the first three minutes with this new attitude, but Kendrick starts to find a way to counter it with his own daredevilism, using what brought him to the dance. Benjamin tries to get too aggressive and launches himself a rope-resting Kendrick, but Brian lifts him up over his head…but the athletic Benjamin lands on the apron, akin to Punk earlier in the night. Kendrick turns around to see him, only to DROPKICK HIM TO THE FLOOR!!

The crowd pops as the aggressive athletic competitor falls onto his ass, leaving Kendrick alone in the ring. His locks bounce around a bit as he looks to the crowd to garner a bigger reaction, rushing against the opposite ropes and watching Benjamin as he tries to get up…SUICIDE DIVE!! IMMENSE SUICIDE DIVE!! Kendrick wipes out Benjamin! The smaller Kendrick is the first to get up and rolls Benjamin back into the ring, climbing after him for a pinfall attempt – 1…2…NO!! The match continues, Kendrick waiting for Benjamin to get back to his feet. Kendrick rushes and ducks underneath a counter clothesline and rebounds again…SAMOAN DROP!! BENJAMIN SAMOAN DROP!! Kendrick’s ribs are crunched as Benjamin covers – 1…2…3-NO!!

Benjamin isn’t worried about it, forcing Kendrick up to his feet before lifting the cruiserweight up and crashing down with a HIGH ANGLE BACK SUPLEX. Kurt Angle would be proud of that one, but Kendrick has the veteran wherewithal to start crawling towards a rope, however in pain. Benjamin relishes in the heat he’s getting by taunting him as he climbs the ropes like a ladder to get up. Benjamin grapples him for more offense, but Kendrick manages to whip him off by holding onto the top rope. Benjamin rolls right back to his feet, however, Kendrick springing off the ropes with a clothesline…but Benjamin wraps around it…and turns it into the PULL-BACK BACKBREAKER!!

Kendrick is now tending to his neck area as the crowd ‘oooh’s, on that one, Kendrick trying to get back to his feet…only to be CUT OFF BY A RUNNING BENJAMIN KNEE!! Shelton braces himself against the ropes after cracking Kendrick in the skull, smiling wickedly and getting heat for it. Benjamin is enjoying himself. The sick bastard turns now to cockily cover Kendrick – 1…2…NO! Brian is no pushover, raising a shoulder. Benjamin waits for Kendrick to get up, stalking him…SUPERKICK…NO! Kendrick throws the leg around…DRAGON WHIP…NO!! The dragon whip misses, spinning Benjamin all the way around…LEAPING CALF KICK!! Kendrick nails a crisp move of his own that fells Benjamin, Kendrick standing in place…AND HITS A STANDNIG MOONSAULT! An aerobatic move that gets him a cover – 1…2…3-NO!!

The angry black man gets back up to a knee, but Kendrick is trying to up the tempo and quicken things up to his pace that a match with a limit like this can have…going for a RUNNING HURRICANRANA…BUT SHELTON HANGS ON! He holds on and keeps Kendrick’s legs over his shoulders…TURNBUCKLE POWERBOMB!! OH MY!! Kendrick falls limp as the crowd throws heat and awe at the powerful and aggressive move. Benjamin, again, looks like he’s enjoying this, but instead of covering, he takes Kendrick by the tights and neck…and SHOVES HIM SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE OPPOSITE RING POST!!

Benjamin blatantly turns Kendrick into a corner dart, the referee admonishing him for that, but Kendrick is dead and Shelton is smiling. BK slumps out of the corner, Shelton dragging the limp cruiserweight away…AND LOCKS IN THE SCISSORED ARMBAR!! THE SCISSORED ARMBAR!! The move Benjamin debuted earlier in the year in his duel with Charlie Haas is shown again here on a devastated opponent…and it isn’t long before KENDRICK SHEEPISHLY TAPS OUT!!

Winner: Shelton Benjamin at (6:24)

And Benjamin won’t let go of the hold! The referee has to beg Benjamin repeatedly to get off before forcibly tugging Benjamin away, Shelton finally letting go. The sinister looking Benjamin looks down at his prey with a sick little smile before raising both of his arms to the sky the crowd throwing a considerable amount of heat on him.


Joey Styles:
This is just disgusting. This is what Shelton Benjamin has become and it’s a damn shame.

JBL:
A damn shame? A man who is a bona fide winner is a damn shame?? Shut your face, Joey. A guy gets a new attitude and you and these people just hate him for it. How is anyone supposed to evolve that way? No, you get in there and you do your thing. Shelton Benjamin is the most gifted athlete on this roster and now he’s finally taking it in.

Joey Styles:
But at what cost?? We hear he’s already burned all bridges with Charlie Haas of putting the World’s Greatest Tag Team almost completely out of commission. I would ask how you could be so enthusiastic about a man ditching a tag team partner and becoming a new man, but I already know that answer.

JBL:
And Benjamin is just like me. He’s an ace. And its damn time he embraced it.



~Backstage, Green Zone Bingo Tumbler set…


Torrie is back to spinning the cage, but coming into the foreground, we see Aero Star…playing referee to a Rock, Paper, Scissors game?? Both Super Crazy and Psicosis appear to reach a tie before Star shakes his head and pats them to do it again.


Mexicools: (pounding their fists against their palms)
PIEDRA, PAPEL, TIJERAS!!
~the gauntlet is THROWN…and Super Crazy’s scissors beats Psicosis’ paper!

Crazy
:
ORALE~!! Super Crazy es gonna be in de Dynasty Tournament with you, homes!

~Crazy slaps Aero with a high five as both walk up to the cage and pull out balls

Psicosis
:
Watchu guys get?

~Crazy tries to peer over Star’s shoulder, who clenches his fists around it and holds it close to his chest, shaking his head

Crazy
:
Homes, ju always so mysterious, man. Well I got…#5!

Psicosis:
What’re ju doin’ back here then, vato? Ju’re match is up, like, NOW! We gotta go!!

~Crazy gets an ‘oh shit’ look on his face before rushing out of the scene, Psicosis trailing right behind, as we quickly fade away…


~Back at ringside…


There’s a little moment of uncertainty going around until “MEXICANO MUY LOCO” hits the soundwaves for the showing of Super Crazy and Psicosis following behind him, pushing him through the curtain. Neither are on their lawn mowers for rushing reasons, but Crazy makes his way down the ramp anyway, almost Santino Marella speed-walking to the ring. He doesn’t get to play to the crowd for very long before his music cuts off

...and gives way to “BLACK AND WHITE”, the daunting rock-esque theme for Tyler Black. His stringy hair looks somewhat different, having colored part of it blonde while leaving the other part of it black, looking like he does in real life over here. Black’s stringy hair now fits his black-and-white philosophy, but he’s still got his longcoat on and his head down to a solid array of heat, almost swatting a front row fan for trying to touch him. He plays with his wrist tape before jumping into the ring to face his Mexican foe.

Match 5
~Dynasty Tournament: Rd. 1~
Super Crazy
w/Psicosis
v.
Tyler Black


The first couple of minutes in the contest are actually back and forth for a bit, Black being caught off guard by the Mexican’s ability to change the pace at the drop of a dime. After the first two and a half minutes, Crazy is still in control of the tempo, stunting a lock-up attempt by Black and trapping his legs with his own legs, getting a LEGSCISSORS ROLL-UP – 1…2…NO!! Black isn’t caught that off guard, getting back to his feet, only to eat a SUPER CRAZY ENZEGUIRI!!

The crowd and Black are taken aback by his offense here, but as the commentary notes, this man was almost on a team that won the Trios Tournament, so he’s no complete pushover. Tyler tends to his jaw in a corner, Super Crazy approaching him, and Black springing to action...REVERSE STO ON THE TURNBUCKLE!! Black shows his ability now to shift the tables, dropping out of the corner and rolling Crazy over himself for a roll-up of his own – 1…2…NO!! Black is somewhat pissed that Crazy won’t go down, but knows he can’t waste time, wearing him down with a side headlock. Crazy is prompted by the crowd to get out of it, getting to his feet and whipping Black against the ropes…TILT A WHIRL BACKBREAKER!! Crazy’s offense surprises again – 1…2…3-NO!!

Black is still in this thing, but he has to go to a corner to recuperate his back pain. Crazy sees this as an open spot, heading to the corner and mounting him for the TEN PUNCH…and he gets the crowd to count with him in Spanish, but he only gets to five when Black starts stirring and walks out of the corner with him in a POWERBOMB POSITION…only to shift him into a fireman’s carry…FIREMAN’S CARRY FACEBUSTER TO THE IRON POST!! The modified Snake Eyes stuns Crazy and makes him drift away from the ropes, Black rebounding off the ropes quickly…YAKUZA KICK!! BLACK BLASTS CRAZY’S HEAD OFF!! Black with a cover – 1…2…3-NO!!

Frustration sets in now for Tyler Black, but he smells the end, taking the picked apart cruiserweight and lifting him for the backdrop…but then shifts it INTO THE INVERTED STO!! THE BLACK TO WHITE!! Black is licking his chops now, not going for the cover there, but signaling that it is indeed time for the end. Like Benjamin, he has a somewhat sick smile as he brings Crazy up and looks for the PAROXYSM…NO!! Crazy spins out somehow…AND TURNS IT INTO A HEADSCISSORS TAKEDOWN! Black goes flying through the middle ropes, but he somehow hangs on and actually counters it somewhat by landing on his feet on the apron. Crazy is still feeling all the blows from the match, not able to get up immediately, but then Black suddenly FLIES INTO FRAME WITH THE SPRINGBOARD DIVING KNEE TO CRAZY’S SKULL!! OUT OF NOWHERE!! Crazy is dead on the canvas as Black shoots the half and rolls him over – 1…2…3…!!!

Winner: Tyler Black at (5:12)

Black rolls off of Crazy to and actually gets a little bit of a pop for his flashy flying finish. He stays on his knees and raises an arm with his stringy new hairstyle falling over his face. His mouth hangs open in both fatigue and victory. He snatches his hand away from Goose Mahoney and walks out of the ring on his own. He jumps at Psicosis when he gets outside, causing him to flinch, but Black pulls the false attack back and laughs to himself as he heads back up the ramp.


Joey Styles:
Well Tyler Black with a rather impressive showing here in the opening round of the Dynasty Tournament, faring better than the man many consider his rival, Kofi Kingston.

JBL:
Of course he fared better. He won.

Joey Styles:
Such gripping analysis, Mr. Color Commentator.

JBL:
I hate you too.

Joey Styles:
While Bradshaw and I hand out valentines to each other, we’ve already gotten half of our scheduled matches out of the way tonight, five men already going on to extend their title dreams. But ten more men and five more matches are on the way! But coming up next on the other side of the break, the man who finally toppled the tyrannical Chris Jericho will be in the building, in the flesh! Christian Cage, our AOW World Heavyweight Champion, makes a statement! Keep it here, live, on Oblivion!


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**



We’re back in the Hammerstein, an illustrated buzz going out all over the place before the place absolutely EXPLODES when “JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES” hits the threshold, as Christian Cage is home in the Hammerstein for the first time in two months. And for the first time in the company’s entire young history, the AOW World Championship in in the middle of the Ballroom, resting on the shoulders of a man not named Chris Jericho. Cage pats his chest on the stage and looks out – finally able to find his long-lost Peeps. He makes his way down the ramp with the title proudly branded around his waist, stepping in, and being introduced by Tony Chimel. He gets Chimel’s own microphone as he stands in the middle of the ring.

Christian:
You guys have no idea how good that feels.

~…and the crowd ERUPTS all over again

Christian
:
I’ve had this gold around my waist for a little over two months now. But I haven’t quite felt like a ‘champion’ until I just walked through that curtain and was reminded that ‘hey. I’m not just a champion. I’m the AOW World Heavyweight Champion.’

~A whole new explosion of a pop from New York

Christian
:
And I made a champion’s address way in Kentucky, but I think the rabid fans here in the Hammerstein Ballroom in New York deserve a little love too.

~Cage gets his cheap pop, but it’s yet another huge pop nonetheless, but this one is followed by chants of “CHRISTIAN CAGE!! CHRISTIAN CAGE!! CHRISTIAN CAGE!!”

Christian
:
Thank you. Now, before I talk about –


Dark. The entire Hammerstein flickers it’s lights and it’s suddenly dark. The entire arena is consumed in this, no one being able to see much of anything. We know the broadcast is still going on because we can see a few cell phone lights going on, the camera trying to follow what looks like a vaguely seeable Christian silhouette. The crowd is also buzzing considerably, telling us that the telecast isn’t completely turned off. But some perhaps wish it was because we hear something incredibly eerie with all the lights still off

???:
Chriiiiiiistian…Chriiiiiiistian…

~The voice sounds very familiar, but no one’s sure where it’s coming from

???:
Chriiiiiistian…don’t look too hard, oh Savior…

~FLASH. The only real light produced in the whole building now is a spotlight targeted on the entrance stage. In that spotlight, we see a man seated in a chair, sitting with the chair turned around. He’s facing the front in his three-piece suit, his normally astute blonde hair a mess…and Chris Jericho slowly raises a microphone back to his lips. We the shadows still hide his eyes, but we’re more than certain it can be only that one man

Jericho:
There’s no need to reiterate what these people already know about you. You were a man with a vision, who saw the future, but was exiled for his brilliance, only to be the guiding light to take me down. And then…you did just that. You took me down.

~We can see a very faint light on the face of Christian’s face now, most of it still sunken in darkness. His delivery is aggressive, but hypnotic, like a broken dictator…

Jericho:
You did it, Savior. You killed the championship reign of the greatest champion in all of wrestling history. You killed the reign…of a god.

~The crowd is over the incredible intrigue of all this and is now throwing an immense rain of heat, again, Cage’s expression being only seen with a sliver of light

Jericho:
But Christian…you, nor anyone else that’s a mere mortal…can finish the impossible. You can kill my reign. But you can’t kill a god.

~More heat, as the light shows Christian taking the title from around his waist and slinking it over his shoulder

Jericho:
My name is Chris Jericho. And I am what you will never be, Christian Cage. I am a Worthy Champion. And I am a Worthy Man. You stand there looking at me with the utmost uncertainty and I know you know what this is about. I have no rematch clause, Christian.

~Jericho gets up out of his chair and starts walking down the aisle, his eyes still buried and hidden in shadow as the spotlight follows him

Jericho:
And you, the fighting champion I know you will be, have no reason to grant me a rematch. I mean, you had to do so much to even topple me the first time. And I’m probably the only man on this entire roster who you have no quams about…what was the anaology you used…‘toppling down the mountain…?’

~Jericho keeps walking down the ramp, each step more and more daunting

Jericho:
But think about it, Christian. Your doubts are radiating in your eyes. You know you’re not worthy to hold that gold. You could barely defeat a man like Jamie Noble in the Offseason. And you know you’re not nearly the Worthy Champion that I was and was always going to be.

~Jericho roams over to the ring steps, walking up them and to the apron

Jericho:
So what are you really a champion of, Christian? Huh? These people? The same people who ditched you and wanted out of this company not even a year ago? Are you the champion of this administration, one of which still has it out for you, and the other is incredibly incompetient? Are you the champion of that locker room, which right now, is literally filled to the brim with men who have no problem beating you to a pulp for that belt?

~Jericho is almost raving mad here, having to take several breaths before stepping into the ring

Jericho:
You’re a champion of nothing. You’re an unworthy champion of nothing. So you have that gold around your shoulder and it means nothing. Your doubts and your unworthiness are already devaluating this company and that gold I worked so hard to make important. You need me, Christian Cage. These people need me, this administration needs me. It doesn’t need some naval-gazing champion who contemplates his very existence. No. They need a champion who knows all and sees all. They need me. And let’s face it Christian. You beat me once. But it was garbage. And the only man who can even remotely validate you as the man at the ‘summit’…is me.

~With that, Jericho is in center ring, his intense, red-rimmed eyes meeting Christian face to face. The only light in the entire arena is now enveloping the bodies of both Chris Jericho and Christian Cage. Christian seems unmoved

Jericho:
I don’t have a rematch clause. I’m not in the Dynasty Tournament. And damn your ‘celebrations’. But you know you need me, Christian Cage. So all I’m saying is put your doubts to rest. Put your very existence at ease and erase it all away. You’re nothing. But I…I will make you something. Face me again for that AOW World Heavyweight Championship. And one way or another, this company will get its validation.

~Jericho’s mad eyes meet Christian’s, giving us an incredibly intense scene in this ominous spotlight…but Christian remains unmoved as he raises his microphone to his lips. He pats it a couple of times to see if it’s been turned back on and it has

Christian
:
Through all that madman talk, Jericho, pardon me while I revel in the fact that the great Chris Jericho, the Worthy Man, the Master of Puppets, the God of Gods…has basically been reduced to a raving lunatic that’s reaching at logical straws and basically begging me for a title shot.

~A huge pop for that, but Jericho’s face is the one unmoved and still mad

Christian
:
I revel in this the most, oh worthy one, because it’s like I’m looking in a mirror at what I was months ago. And to be honest, it’s scary. Because I know there’s nothing you’ll stop at to get your hands on what you want and what you’ve lost. But Jericho, I think I’ll revel even more in the fact that as mighty as you think you are and as huge as you think you’ve become, the only thing you’re gonna be able to do…is get. To the back. Of the line.

~Cage is all up in Jericho’s face, completely undaunted by the unstable aura surrounding this broken Lionheart


Jericho:
Keep lying to yourself, Cage. But we both know the one thing seeded deeper than your pathetic self-doubt, deeper than your self-righteousness…is your hatred for me.

~…and here Jericho seems to have struck a nerve

Jericho:
You hate me so much, Christian, that without a me…there would have never been a you. You know that, don’t you? If there was no Chris Jericho to begin with, there would have been no conspiracy and there would’ve been no purpose for you to even be present. In a way…you hate me so much…that I…complete…you. That’s why you know you need my validation…and no one else’s. No matter who is in that line in front of me.

~We see a sly little smile developing on Jericho’s face mixed in with his intense eyes and the shadow of the spotlight and it makes for one of the downright creepiest things ever seen in AOW history. And he’s getting closer to Christian’s face because Christian is obviously struck by this notion

Jericho:
And that…makes you…burn.

Christian:
The only man here who needs to burn is you.

~Oooooh. The crowd is in a bit of awe at that one, as Cage responds by getting in Jericho’s face

Christian
:
There’s a special circle of Hell for what you did for seven months, Chris Jericho. And I already made you pay for what you did to this company at The Outer Limits…

~Cage seems to tail off

Christian
:
But you’re right. I still haven’t made you pay for what you did to me. But I’m not gonna go there, Jericho. No. I may not know what kind of champion I am, but I know I’m a better man than you. And as much as I hate you right down to the core of my very being…a guy like you doesn’t deserve anything from me. I, Christian Cage, am the AOW World Heavyweight Champion. And no matter how bad I want you…dare I say…dead…I don’t want it so bad that I’ll blind myself with that hatred. But for the sake of me and everyone involved with this company…the puppet strings end here, Jericho. You won’t control anyone else anymore.

~Christian goes to walk past Jericho before stopping right beside him, the spotlight still enveloping both men

Christian
:
You really wanna know how to kill a god, Chris? You stop believing in them. You stop giving them power. It ends here, Jericho. It’s not me who is nothing. It’s you. I did topple a god for this. And I think I did just kill one to keep it.


And with that, the crowd lets out one final roar of approval for the AOW Heavyweight Champion, who drops his microphone and walks out of the ring. His barely lit shadowy figure is seen through the arena that’s been dark this whole time, the spotlight now only shining on Jericho standing alone in the middle of the ring. He’s muttering to himself inaudibly as the screen slowly dissipates…


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


~Back at ringside…


Joey Styles:
Er…ladies and gentlemen as you can see, the lights in the arena are back and fully functioning after what I believe is by far the strangest wrestling promo I think I’ve ever seen in my entire life and I’ve seen some doozies.

JBL:
I might actually be on board with you, Joey. That was quite strange. I knew what Chris Jericho was going for, but it didn’t look like Christian was any kind of fazed.

Joey Styles:
We all saw right through Chris Jericho. He tried to use every single psychological trigger he could on Christian Cage to try and perhaps gets himself another shot at the AOW Championship, but he couldn’t do it. By some kind of divine will, Christian Cage shot the puppetmaster, the grand manipulator that is Chris Jericho down without so much as a flinch or even a punch.

JBL:
The kicker for me, Joey, was I think I saw something in Chris Jericho’s eyes that I’ve never seen before.

Joey Styles:
What was that? Madness?

JBL:
No. Desperation.

Joey Styles:
You…actually made a fantastic point, Bradshaw. Wow. Really something to think about as the AOW Dynasty Tournament continues on right here, right now.


As we return from that surely strange promo, the Hammerstein is filled with the sound of “EXECUTORS FOR EXCELLENCE”, signaling the arrival of one of the members of the AOW Tag Team Champions. On this go, it’s TJ Wilson who pushes through the blood-red curtain and gets a pop from the crowd, any member of the Sons of the Dungeon making their debut with their title tonight. Wilson plays to the crowd and shows off his gold, patting it before handing it off and waiting for his opponent…

…and much to our surprise, “EXECUTORS OF EXCELLENCE” hits the threshold one more time. A big pop of intrigue comes from the crowd and it gets even bigger when Harry Smith steps through the curtain. He’s walking rather slowly, looking down the aisle to look into the eyes of his own tag team partner. Wilson is just as shocked, but the Hammerstein loves it. Smith walks down with his half of the titles in hand and climbs in the ring. Both men smile in disbelief before shaking one another’s hands, making sure the best man will win. The uncertainty of the Dynasty Tournament may reach an apex here.


Match 6
~Dynasty Tournament: Rd. 1~

AOW World Tag Team Champion TJ Wilson
v.

AOW World Tag Team Champion Harry Smith


As one would imagine, these two know each other like the back of their Canadian hands, exhibiting a damn near endless wave of chain wrestling for the first five minutes of the contest. Neither one can gain any kind of upper hand before the other one shows him the counter, no definitive falls set. Harry establishes his power game early, Wilson having to use his quickness, but they’re not pulling punches, evidenced when we cut in to Smith CLOTHESLINING HIS PARTNER’S HEAD OFF!! The first definite cover of the contest has the big man on top – 1…2…NO!!

The ‘Dungeon Resolve’ that’s in both men could be on display tonight, Wilson up first, but Smith shows his by not giving in. He takes his smaller partner up and clubs him in the back of the neck, really not pulling any punches. He then gears back like he’s going for a BACK SUPLEX…WILSON FLIPS OUT!! TJ continues the counter by rebounding off the ropes, but he gets caught by Smith in an OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY…BUT WILSON LANDS ON HIS FEET AGAIN!! Wilson flips out of his partner’s move again with insane athleticism, but he’s off balance, using that momentum to run at and leap off the second rope…TORNADO DDT…NO!!

Smith’s strength throws his best friend off of him while he’s spinning, forcing TJ against the ropes. Smith charges him, looking to keep the offense on with more than half their time limit gone…BACKFLIP KICK!! Wilson backflips round the rope and to the apron, Harry reeling, as he looks up…to eat a SPRINGBOARD MISSILE DROPKICK!! The counter-fest ends in sublime fashion, the crowd popping for the sequence as Wilson covers – 1…2…3-NO!! There’s still more work to be done, Wilson getting right to it, LOOKING FOR THE SHARPSHOOTER…but Smith’s strong legs kick him away. TJ rushes right back at him, going for a RUNNING SHOOT KICK, but Smith catches the leg and keeps the momentum…SPINEBUSTER!! A huge spinebuster puts him on top of his partner – 1…2…3-NO!!

These guys know each other almost too well, but Smith keeps his business face on and takes Wilson back up, pumping him above his head and then taking him over with the MILITARY PRESS DROP!! Harry looks to follow up on that, possibly with a FINISHING SPLASH…BOOT TO THE FACE!! As Smith legs gravity do his work, it also does the work on his chin as it collides with Wilson’s boot! He stumbles to the canvas as Wilson rolls away, tending to his back area, but then springboards right back in…SPRINGBOARD ELBOW DROP!! Right across the heart that one is as Wilson goes with another cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Wilson is forced to roll away and await the big man to get his footing back, only to rush at him for something else, but Smith sidesteps it and grabs Wilson’s arm, whipping him into the ropes. The two seem to rush at one another and DOWN EACH OTHER WITH CRASHING CLOTHESLINES!!

Both men think far too much alike and down each other, their recovery killing several precious seconds. It’s Harry who is the first man to be perfectly vertical, an equally exhausted Wilson getting up as well and swinging wildly with a missed clothesline. If this were a Cena match, we’d know what’d happen, but here, Smith wraps around TJ with a rear waistlock and preps for a GERMAN SUPLEX…but TJ jams it and rolls forward with the WHEELBARROW VICTORY ROLL – 1…2…Harry Smith rolls forward, now putting him on top in the victory roll – 1…2…NO!! TJ throws his legs up and forces Smith away, TJ getting up only to see his partner and opponent coming at him with a BIG BOOT…but he ducks it and initiates a SCHOOL BOY – 1…2…3-NO!!

A damn near fall there, both men springing back up, only for TJ to eat a boot to the gut and be hoisted up for a VERTICAL SUPLEX…only to be kept up there for the DELAYED VERTICAL SUPLEX!! The crowd is already hot from the rapid-fire near falls and is getting hotter, regardless of JBL bashing Smith for wasting invaluable time…only to have Wilson wiggle a little bit and slide all the way down Harry’s back and get a very nifty SUNSET FLIP PIN – 1…2…NO!! Harry reveres it by tilting up, TJ now trapped beneath him – 1…2…NO!! Wilson again tilts it and gets another sunset flip – 1…2…NO!! AGAIN it’s reversed to a tilt by Harry – 1…2…NO!! The move is finally broken, both men initiating the highest pace of the night, their hearts racing as they get to their feet. TJ tries to whip his larger partner into the ropes, but this is reversed, as TJ rebounds and seems to leap a little bit and twist into a RUNNING BACKSLIDE PIN…but Harry Smith CARTWHEELS OUT OF IT before the shoulders are all the way down!! The crowd has a legit ‘WOW!’ moment on that, but they only have a second or so before Wilson gets back up, Smith charging the legs and GOING FOR HIS OWN SHARPSHOOTER…BUT TJ PULLS HIM INTO A ROLL-UP – 1…2…3-NO!!

An absolutely incredible sequence by both men finally ends when the package is broken up, the Tag Champions exhausted from the ridiculous pace they just pushed each other into. The Hammerstein is actually on their feet, giving these men an incredible due as they try to regain their breath in opposite corners. They actually smile at one another from across the ring…until they look up at the Ying-Yangtron…to see that a timer has popped up for the remaining minute left of the match. Unfortunately for them, it’s already at fifty seconds remaining.

This deflates both of their smiles as they rush at each other, Wilson pushing for another move, only for Smith to send him over with a HEADLOCK TAKEOVER and shifts his hips for a cover – 1…2…NO!! Wilson bridges out of that and snaps to his feet, grabbing Smith’s legs as he gets vertical and getting a JACKNIFE COVER – 1…2…NO!! Smith wraps around the waist and twists around out of the pin to torque into a BACKSLIDE PIN – 1…2…NO!! TJ Slides all the way down and rolls back to his feet, only to climb up to the second rope and LEAPS FOR A DESPERATION BIG HIT…BUT HARRRY CATCHES HIM!! The Bulldog’s son then slings him over a shoulder and prepares for the RUNNING POWERSLAM…but TJ slides off and bounces Harry off the ropes for ANOTHER VICTORY ROLL…WHILE HOLDING THE ROPES – 1…2…NO!! A buzz of intrigue for that one, but Harry kicks out of it, grabs Wilson, and literally drags him to the ground with an amateur-style pin attempt, SMITH NOW USING THE ROPES AS LEVERAGE – 1…2…NO!! Just showing how badly both men want that AOW title opportunity, they’re back to their feet when Wilson charges at Smith, only to be lifted over his head and to the apron. The two duke it out with several blows there, but as the clock winds down, so do they, as Smith hits TJ so that he falls off the apron, Smith himself falling to a knee from exhaustion…and a BUZZER sounds.

Winner: TIME LIMIT DRAW at (10:00)
THEREFORE, BOTH TJ WILSON AND HARRY SMITH ARE ELMINATED


There’s a bit of heat from the crowd for the inconclusive finish, but then there’s a big noticeable pop once both men get to their feet, being applauded for their incredible efforts. Both men have to kind of keep each other up, but they embrace one another when they get back in the ring and raise their World Tag Team Championships high to another pop.



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



Banks
:
Damn! Another bad roll!

A man in a tux next to Banks leans in

Man
:
Shouldn’t you be better at this?

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

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

Dealer
:
Alright, gentlemen – show your hands!

Jack Evans throws a hand down, followed by Jamie Noble

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

The camera turns to reveal the man to be CM Punk

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

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

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

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**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


~Ringside, commentators’ table…

Joey Styles:
Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen, to what has been an incredible night of Oblivion so far.

JBL:
Incredible ain’t the word to describe it, Joey!

Joey Styles:
I know, Bradshaw, but I also know you don’t possess the vocabulary to describe it. But this ‘Season Premiere’ is only the beginning because folks next week when we return to our regular 90 minute spot, we’re gonna have the remaining six matches in the first round of the Dynasty Tournament! It’s just as unexpected and uncertain as tonight has been, like what we just saw with the Sons of the Dungeon!

JBL:
I tell ya there’s nothin’ like that itchin’ feelin’ in a tag team to know who is better, but we couldn’t find out tonight. Still, kudos to the kids for not holding back against their best friends.

Joey Styles:
But we’ve still got plenty more to look for for the rest of the night!



~Backstage, Green Zone Balls in Cage area…


For once, Torrie Wilson is nowhere to be seen. This time, we see Paul Heyman for the first time live this season to a loud rain of heat from beyond the walls. He has a sour face on in his wheelchair before someone BURSTS into the room, that man in a hurry being Alex Riley. A-Ry is in huffing and puffing from running around


Riley:
I…I can’t find it anywhere!

Heyman:
Are you sure you didn’t simply misplace it, Mr. Riley?

Riley:
Mr. Heyman, I swear, this is the biggest night of my career…no…my life. I would never misplace my number in a million years.

Heyman:
Well then that means there’s only one thing that happened to it. We have a thief in our midst.

Riley:
Well the whole roster is back there. How do we find them?

Heyman:
Calm down, Mr. Riley. I’m on your side. Do you really think I’d the debut of one of my top prospects be soured by such an underhanded tactic?

~Heyman calms down his ‘prospect’ and goes over to the bingo tumbler and digs around for a little bit and is delighted when he finds what he wants. He pulls out a ball and hands it to Riley

Heyman:
I gave you the #10 ball so that you may main event your first night here. Luckily, the other #10 ball is still here. All we have to do is go out there for the final match of the night. Whoever is the man who stole your number will come out and admit to being slimy, pathetic, weasel of a being simply by competing.

Riley:
And then I get to beat him to a pulp, right?

~Heyman and Riley smile. Heyman then…pinches Riley’s cheek…?

Heyman:
There’s my Boston College graduate.

~Heyman smiles like a dumbass as Riley cockily smiles as we fade away…


~Back at ringside…


“LONDON CALLING” belts out now for the second time in the night, the spot we knew Paul London drew earlier. The other half of the Hooliganz pops on through the curtain and rushes down to the ring, but fares much better than his counterpart because there’s no one in the ring to beat him down. London climbs the turnbuckle to a nice ovation before backflipping off and preparing himself for his mystery opponent…

…only for his chances of winning to go down once “LAMBEG” hits the waves. A sourer than usual looking Dave Finlay pushes back the curtains with his shillelagh in hand, the crowd throwing the most heat they’ve thrown for someone not named Chris Jericho. Finlay doesn’t pay any attention to anyone at all except his eyes staying locked on London. Before he climbs in, Brian Hebner has to ask for Finlay’s shillelagh, Dave just looking at Hebner like he’s gonna hit him with it. He finally hands it over, but his expression doesn’t change in the slightest before stepping in to face his cruiserweight opponent.

Match 7
~Dynasty Tournament: Rd. 1~
Finlay
v.
Paul London


Predictably, this contest sees Finlay dominate from the opening bell, almost seemingly taking out any pent up aggression he’d been storing up during the Offseason and releasing it on poor Paul. London doesn’t roll over and die, however, staying in there with the “undefeated” Irishman for much longer than it seemed he would last. After Finlay rips apart London’s leg, the handicap constantly slows London’s offense, but he’s still competitive almost six minutes into the duel. Finlay grows incredibly frustrated, wanting to end the match quite soon, but he’s stooped by London NAILING HIM WITH THE DROPSAULT…THAT SENDS FINLAY OUT OF THE RING!! A big hope spot for the Texan cruiserweight, launching himself through the ropes…SUICIDE DIVE CONNECTING!!

Justin King is counting both men out, the competitors taking a while to get to their feet thanks to the impact and London’s knee injury. London is still the first man to his feet and tries to pull Finlay up, having some trouble with his lack of leverage, and almost rolls him under the bottom rope…only to have Finlay come to life and POUND London’s face off the ring lip. Finlay then rolls London back into the ring and climb up on the apron himself, only to have London recover and charge back…AND NAILS FINLAY WITH A LOW DROPKICK…THAT SENDS HIS FACE OFF THE RING LIP!! It’s Finlay’s turn to eat his environment, knocking him for a loop. London charges back at him looking for the BASEBALL SLIDE…FINLAY TRAPS LONDON IN THE RING SKIRT!!

The pragmatic Irishman uses one of his signature maneuvers and traps London and starts POUNDING on the back of his neck and head. The referee’s ring out count is restarted thanks to London, but Finlay wastes no time keeping his beating going before slinging London back in. London tries to spring back to his feet, but as soon as Finlay rolls in, he takes London and rocks him with a EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!! Finlay shoves a forearm in London’s face as he presses – 1…2…3-NO!! Finlay roars in London’s face to ‘roll over and die’, but London tries to get up, only to be hoisted on Finlay’s shoulders for the ROLLING HILLS…NO!! London slides off a bit and adjusts his angle…FLOAT OVER DDT!! London is still very much in this, driving Finlay’s head down and following it up with a DOUBLE FOOT STOMP…that in hindsight seems like a bad idea because his injured knee begins to act up again. He has to tend to is for a moment before actually covering Finlay – 1…2…3-NO!!

London’s not done, wrenching Finlay’s arm and going over for the OKLAHOMA ROLL – 1…2…3-NO!! Finlay kicks London out so hard, he unwinds and rolls under the bottom rope, but London stays on and slingshots back in…with a SLINGSHOT OKLAHOMA ROLL – 1…2…3-NO!! Both men scramble to their feet, Finlay going for a clothesline, but London wraps around it and tries for a BACKSLIDE…but Finlay fights it and wins the tug of war by turning around and whipping London into the ropes. On the rebound, London tries a HURRICANRANA…but Finlay holds on and then pulls London up over his shoulders, possibly for the CELTIC CROSS…only for London to keep flipping and try for a SUNSET FLIP…but Finlay isn’t getting pulled over, standing over London…AND DROPPING ON HIM WITH THE FINLAY PRESS!! The hip drop lands right on London’s chest, Finlay just sitting on him and hooking a leg with his toothless grin – 1…2…3…NO!! LONDON USES HIS HOOKED LEG AS LEVERAGE TO PULL FINLAY ALL THE WAY OVER INTO A SUNSET – 1…2…3…NO!!!

London almost came within a quarter of a second of pulling off the biggest upset thus far in the Tournament, but Finlay got out of it. The crowd deflates as they almost saw Finlay “pinned for the first time” in a sanctioned match, but Finlay shares none of this enthusiasm…especially when he and London look up at the screen to see that the timer has shown up and they only have less than a minute. Finlay sees London staring at the clock too long and takes advantage with a HUGE CLOTHESLINE, dropping and hooking the hurt leg – 1…2…3…NO!! FINLAY IS FURIOUS!! He really wanted to end it there, letting out an agitated cry before picking London back up…and get HIT WITH A SURPRISE SUPERKICK!! LONDON FELLS FINLAY!!

London falls to his hurt knee since he had to use it as a base, but after a second, Finlay is still down and London begins slowly climbing to the top rope, the crowd all kinds of behind him as he gets his balance…and sets…450 SPLASH…NO!! FINLAY COMES BACK TO LIFE BY CUBBING THE INSIDE OF THE INJUREDK KNEE!! London collapses and leans over the top rope, but doesn’t fall, Finlay bringing himself up to the second rope and finishing pulling London over his back…CELTIC CROSS!! CELTIC CROSS FROM THE SECOND ROPE!! OHHH MY GAAAAD!!! Finlay with a brutal move there, an elemental cover – 1…2…3…!!

Winner: Finlay at (9:44)

Such brutality! Finlay drops London’s hooked leg WITH AUTHORITY~! demanding that the referee get him his shillelagh. Hebner hands the wooden staff to the toothy-grin bearing Irishman. Finlay steps on London’s face as he walks by to add incredible insult to injury, London not having moved in any capacity since being drilled into the canvas. The ref has to check on him as Finlay storms out of the ring and up the ramp, not looking much worse for the wear.


Joey Styles:
Well Finlay seems to be back on the right track after what couldn’t have been a very enjoyable Offseason for him after taking his first genuine loss in the company back in March.

JBL:
Clearly, you didn’t pay attention to what Finlay said over that Offseason. It was in an Unsanctioned match. It doesn’t count. He’s still never been pinned or made to submit.

Joey Styles:
Schematics and technicalities, John. At that, Finlay almost lost it against Paul London there, London lasting over nine and half minutes before Finlay finally put him down. Maybe the veteran is losing a bit of steam?

JBL:
It’s guys like him that excel in tournaments like these. If I had any number of picks, one of them would have to be on Dave Finlay.

Joey Styles:
Even with that overkill, Paul London may be faring better right now than Alex Riley, who won a chance to be in this Tournament, almost lost his marbles and his Dynasty number!

JBL:
But Paul Heyman is always thinkin’ on his feet, even when he’s not on his feet.

Joey Styles:
Well, folks, more Dynasty Tournament opening round matches are just around the corner, including evidently our tenth and final match which will serve as our main event. Alex Riley, one of AOW’s top prospects, will be making his debut and facing whoever it is that potentially stole his actual number! How will all that and the rest of the bracket pan out? Stay here on Wednesday Night Oblivion!


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**



Upon our return from the break, “619 ESTA VIVO” is heard, heralding the Season II debut of none other than the Master of the 619 himself, Rey Mysterio! Mysterio is greeted with a wonderful ovation, Rey Rey shaking out his previously injured knee to show it’s pretty much all-right. Mysterio hops into the ring and plays away with the crowd, hitting all his semi-religious taunts to perhaps aid him in moving on in this Tourney.

But a whole new daunting aura develops when “JIMBO” hits our ears, as Siaki and Manu of the Samoan Fight Club both come down the ramp. The commentators tell us that unlike the Mexicools, both members of the team are in the Tournament, which means they’re breaking the ‘honor’ code set forth by the Tourney standards. Neither seem to care, but we also don’t know which one is going to be in the match until it’s Siaki what leaps up onto the apron and into the ring, shoving the much smaller Mysterio away to a solid shot of heat.


Match 8
~Dynasty Tournament: Rd. 1~
Rey Mysterio v.
Siaki
w/Manu


Siaki tries to throw his weight around from the opening bell, the cocky and brash youngster making Mysterio feel his superior might. The strong Samoan is able to succeed in this mission for the first three minutes of the contest, but Mysterio keeps showing his vigilance and tries to fire right back. Siaki tries to keep the pressure on the luchador, but as Siaki lifts Mysterio onto his shoulders, the veteran whips himself around and takes Siaki over with a WILD HEADSCISSORS TAKEDOWN!

Siaki is thrown for a loop, getting back to his feet quickly, only for his feet to be DROPKICKED FROM UNDERNEATH HIM…AND HE DROPS ON THE MIDDLE ROPE!! The Hammerstein ignites as Mysterio preps himself, bouncing off the ropes…619 COMING…NO!! Siaki ducks out of the way and off the ropes! Mysterio goes swinging all the way around, but lands safely on the apron. Siaki gathers himself, only to look up and see FLYING AT HIM WITH A SPRINGBOARD SENTON!! Mysterio downs Siaki and gains some momentum, springing up and rebounding off the ropes several times before coming back at Siaki…and nails him with the INVERTED BODYSCISSORS BULLDOG!! Mysterio with a big cover – 1…2…3-NO!!

The young man stays alive and quickly gets to his feet, Manu screaming at the referee in an almost distracting way. This allows Siaki to take advantage and quickly grab Mysterio by the skull and start RAKING HIS EYES ACROSS THE ROPES! The Mahoney sees it and tells him to stop, Sonny finally dropping him. He keeps the offense on, however, taking Mysterio and capturing him in a pumphandle…SIAKI DROP!! THE PUMPHANDLE FALLAWAY SLAM CONNECTS!! Manu roars in approval as the crowd buzzes in approval as well, not seeing a move like that before as Siaki sticks a forearm in Mysterio’s raked eyes on the cover – 1….2…3…NO!!

Rey’s infamous resolve again rears its head, but Siaki is having none of it. He wastes no time pulling Rey back up and driving a knee into his gut before chunking him right back towards the ropes. On the rebound, Rey ducks a clothesline and shoots to the second rope, LOOKING FOR THE SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY…SIAKI CATCHES HIM!! The much stronger Siaki catches Rey in his arms and then charges forward to SMASH MYSTERIO INTO A CORNER!! Mysterio is sandwiched something fierce, drifting back out to the middle of the ring…AND WALKS RIGHT INTO A SAMOAN DROP!! Siaki with another cover – 1…2…3…NO!!

The Biggest Little Man keeps earning that moniker as Siaki is holding two fingers up to question if it was just two. The angry Siaki starts gritting his teeth and shooting an elbow into the side of Mysterio’s neck before taking him back to his feet and hoisting Mysterio up onto his shoulders again, this time in an ARGENTINE RACK…SPINNING…but Mysterio turns the power display…INTO A DDT!! A SPINOUT DDT!!

Both men are down on the canvas to a roaring crowd, but they start to stir after several seconds of gathering themselves. As they get up, Siaki grapples Mysterio’s waist and looks for a belly to back suplex…but Mysterio flips out…and hits the double front dropkick to Siaki’s spine…THAT PUTS HIM ON THE MIDDLE ROPE!! The crowd is gearing up big time as Mysterio rebounds…AND HITS THE 619!! 619 CONNTECTS!! Siaki is thrown back to the center of the ring, trying to get to his feet to see a flying Mysterio…WEST COAST POP!! Rey grapples a leg – 1…2…3…!!

Winner: Rey Mysterio at (6:43)

The graceful elder luchador unhooks the Samoan’s leg and scoots under the bottom rope to possibly avoid any altercation from the larger Manu, who stomps into the ring and almost gets his hands on Mysterio. The San Diego native rights a little bit of revenge on the men who possibly cost him his match against Carlito Colon to conclude last season, getting back to his feet and heading back up the ramp with a smile, as Manu seethes in his direction as we fade away…


~Backstage, Paul Heyman’s office…


Heyman is in his wheelchair, sitting by himself and watching the show from a backstage screen when there’s a knock on his door.


Heyman:
I’m home.

~The door creeks open to reveal Ken Doane walking in. Doane has an incredibly eager look on his face as he approaches Heyman. Paul is not nearly as enthusiastic.

Heyman:
Ah. Kenny.

Doane:
The man himself, Paul Heyman. Look, uh, I know you asked me in here, but I kinda wanna hurry up so I can go get my number.

Heyman:
I’m glad you’re so eager, Kenny, because you’re not in the Dynasty Tournament.

~Doane suddenly loses the ants in his pants

Doane:
Wait…what?

Heyman:
Yes, I figure it’d be hard for you to swallow. See, Kenny, there’s a stereotype here in professional wrestling that we in this profession, well, that we have short memories. I mean, we do this every week of the year, so it’s easy to forget things. But I remember everything, Mr. Doane, and this wheelchair is a constant reminder of you. While others may have pushed me down a flight of stairs, it was you who put me here in the first place.

~Doane looks incredibly nervous

Doane:
I, uh…haha…though we were past that.

Heyman:
I hold a grudge tighter than a noose holds a throat, Kenny. Especially when people leg drop me through tables.

~Heyman is smirking all kinds of facetious

Heyman:
See, I want to use this second Season as a way to right all the wrongs that were done to me in the first. So congratulations on your Dynasty Championship opportunity in the Offseason. Salvage it. Savor the memory. Because it might be the last of anything you get here for a long, long time.

~Funnily enough, there’s actually a pop from beyond the walls of the Hammerstein at Doane’s misfortune. Kenny is completely dumbstruck, completely unable to make any real emotion. Heyman pats him on the shoulder with a smug as shit look and tries to wheel out of his office as we fade away…


~Back at ringside…



JBL:
Paul Heyman isn’t playin’ games this season, I tell you what.

Joey Styles:
Can Paul Heyman even do that? I mean it’s one thing to be authoritative, but it’s another thing to try and derail someone’s career like that.

JBL:
Derail? How about putting a powerful man in a wheelchair and handicapping him for virtually the whole year! If that doesn’t deserve some kind of retribution, then what the hell does?


Bradshaw’s tirade is cut off by “WELCOME TO WHITECHAPEL” bellowing out over the sound system to an actual mixed reaction, this smarky Hammerstein crowd popping for the accomplishments of whichever member of Mercs Inc. walks out. This time, it’s Brent Albright, the man whom some call the ‘mechanic’ of the group, comes to the ring without much fanfare to himself at all but a noticeable ovation beside some heat from the crowd. One third of the 2008 Trios Tournament trophy holders slides into the ring, ready for business and adjusting his wrist tape for whoever it may be.

…and in almost an exact replay of earlier in the night, “WELCOME TO WHITECHAPEL” blares out yet again, the crowd letting out a big buzz of interest. The man who comes through the curtain next is Paul Burchill, the man who just considered Albright like a brother. The mentor somewhat hesitantly walks onto the stage and looks his pupil in the eye from across the distance before he walks a normal stride down the ramp. He doesn’t seem much affected by the chance pairing at all. When he steps into the ring, Albright isn’t fazed either, looking at Burchill as though he’s looking at CM Punk or anyone else. But there’s still an uncomfortable tension between them.

Match 9
~Dynasty Tournament: Rd. 1~

2008 Trios Tournament Winner Paul Burchill
v.

2008 Trios Tournament Winner Brent Albright


The uneasiness between the two in the opening seconds subsides and is much different from the match between the Sons of the Dungeon earlier tonight. While this one has almost as much chain wrestling as that one did, it feels darker than the Punk/Storm dynamic of earlier, this one is much more physical, the heel mentor and mentee striking and slamming each other without much concern for the other’s health. It’s almost as if Burchill is still teaching his apprentice some things, but Albright is trying to show what he’s learned. Their physicality reaches new heights roughly five minutes into the contest, when Burchill looks like he’s GOING FOR A C-4 ATTEMPT…but Albright twists his arm and short arms his mentor into a DDT…which Burchill turns into a NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!! He keeps the bridge for a cover – 1…2…3-NO!!

Burchill is somewhat proud Albright kicked out, but somewhat disappointed he couldn’t put him away, although that’s nothing some boots to the ribs won’t help solve. Burchill shows his apprentice boot after boot of tough love before dragging him back to his feet and striking him with a knee to the gut. He then sets Albright up for a suplex before bouncing his legs off the top rope…SLINGSHOT SUPLEX!! Burchill really not pulling any punches here, floating over – 1…2…3-NO!! Burchill throws his locks out of his face, looking down at his strong-willed mentee before heading up to the second rope and looking for something, then leaping with a DIVING KNEE DROP…NOBODY HOME!! Burchill misses the big blow and tends to his knee, Albright jumping to his feet and seeing an opportunity by bouncing off the ropes…RUNNING KNEE LIFT!! Regal would be proud, but Albright hits Burchill so hard, he goes dangling on the middle rope. Albright takes that chance to take his mentor’s legs and pull him away before pulling back…WHEELBARROW SUPLEX!! A deadly combination gets Albright a fall – 1…2…3-NO!!

Albright doesn’t waste much time, taking Burchill up and whipping him into the ropes and catching him on the rebound, setting his hips and going for the OVERHEAD BELY TO BELLY…NO!! Burchill jams the move before he can fly with an elbow strike to the face before shoving his stablemate back into the ropes, Albright bouncing off…RIGHT INTO A BURCHILL ENZEGUIRI!! Albright runs into the climb-up, Burchill with another cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Another near fall, Burchill again not wasting time, taking his apprentice in another suplex position…but Albright jams whatever he had planned there, twisting out of that move and grabbing Burch from behind…REGALPLEX!! Another move that would make Regal proud, Albright now with a big cover – 1…2…3-NO!!

The guys are going blow for blow to a heavy extent, but Albright doesn’t look like he wants to get up, grabbing Burchill’s wrist and shoulder as he tries to get up…GOING FOR THE CROWBAR…but Burchill rolls out of that. Albright keeps hold of his mentor’s wrist, however, and whips him into the ropes, only for Burchill to shoot low and then behind Albright on the momentous charge…AND THIS HIS OWN REGALPLEX!! The tit-for-tat continues as Burchill keeps the bridge – 1…2…3-NO!! The match continues! It’s Burchill who possibly gets desperate now, trying to force a ROYAL MUTLIATION…but it’s Albright turn to get out, scooting by the ropes to force a break. He pushes Burch back, and as Burchill rushes back at him, Albright pops up…AND THEN POPS BURCHILL UP WITH THE FREE FALL DROP!! Burchill falls flat…AND ALBRIGHT GOES RIGHT FOR THE CROWBAR!! Burchill squirms around as the crowd is hot for the finish, Paul struggling to find a way out of the Fujiwara…until he GETS CLOSE ENOUGH TO GRAB A ROPE!!

Albright almost fumes at not finishing the match right there, but Burchill’s shoulder is killing him to the point that he can’t get up immediately, prompting Albright to head to the top rope. He looks down on his mentor…before looking up on the ‘tron to see that they have one minute left. Albright hesitates no more, leaping for the DIVING HEADBUTT…NOBODY HOME!! Albright lands flat on his front, but pops up a opposed to rolling around. Burchill sees this and finishes getting Albright vertical, taking him up ONTO HIS SHOULDERS…but the vigilant Albright squibbles off after hitting Burchill’s weak shoulder. He lands behind his mentor…AND NAILS A DESPERATION GERMAN SUPLEX!! Albright takes a moment to roll over with it, still feeling the missed headbutt, and Albright makes him pay when they get to his feet, hitting a standing switch…AND HITTING NOT ONE, BUT TWO BIG GERMANS!! The clock is winding down, at thirty seconds, so Burchill wastes no more time…AND LOCKS IN HIS OWN ROYAL MUTILATION!!

Albright is scurrying around much like Burchill did, trying to angle his body so he can sling a leg over a rope, but Burchill keeps moving with him and torqueing the elbow and shoulder back. He’s in the hold so long as the clock keeps counting down, the crowd actually white hot for this down-to-the-buzzer finish. Albright is scurrying, tendons almost ripping…’TIL HE GRIPS A BOTTOM ROPE FOR DEAR LIFE!! Burchill doesn’t release the grip immediately, forcing the referee to take action and make him get off, pushing him away from his apprentice. The crowd deflates back to counting down with the clock, Burchill’s agreement with the referee making the lock tick down all the way to four…

4…

3…

Burchill glances at Albright then to the ref with a look of anxiety and frustration in his eyes

2…

…AND BURCHILL BLATANTLY SLAPS THE REFEREE IN THE FACE!!

…1!!!


THE REF CALLS FOR THE BELL!!

Winner via DQ: Brent Albright at (9:59)

Albright stands stunned, somewhat confused. He’s announced the winner by DQ and just stares at Burchill for a moment, blinking and looking for an answer. Burchill walks up to him and we can hear him say ‘duty above all’. Albright seems to nod his head in somewhat compliance before both men exit through the ring, Albright raising a fist to acknowledge that at least he’s advancing


JBL:
What a brilliant move by Paul Burchill!! I tell ya, Mercenaries, Inc. is by far one of the greatest three-man crews I’ve ever seen.

Joey Styles:
Brilliant?! How is that brilliant?! That was blatant loophole abuse!

JBL:
You wanna get in that ring and prove’em wrong, then? Be my guest.

Joey Styles:
I mean he got himself intentionally disqualified so Brent Albright could advance! If that’s not trying to find a way out, I don’t know what is!

JBL:
Look lawyerpants, it’s not that hard to figure out. One of’em advancin’ is a hellova lot better than both of’em gettin’ eliminated. That’s what Burchill was doin’. But numskulls like you are too stupid an’ narrow minded to see anything but what’s on the surface.

Joey Styles:
Well from here it looked –

JBL:
Shut up, Joey. You’re so dumb, I’ll even take your ad spot. Hold it right here, folks, because the final match of the night and our main event is up next. Alex Riley is in the #10 spot, an’ he’s gonna face the thieving rascal that tried to steal his spot in the first place. Who is the thief and how badly will Alex Riley lay waste to him? Find out when we come back! That’s how you go to commercial, Poindexter!


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**



As soon as we return from commercial, we see Alex Riley in his varsity jacket coming down the ramp to the tune of “COACH K”, his OVW theme. The normally cocky as all hell Riley has a little bit of worry in his step and it’s easy to know why when he steps into the ring. He demands a microphone and garners more of a negative reaction before stepping back center ring.

Riley:
My name is Alex Riley. I am the son of an All-American football star and a beauty queen mother. I have the genes of the perfect star and –

~Before he can finish his lineage talk, the crowd is throwing heat on him

Riley:
Y’know what? That’s okay. I mean, I’ve been the best at literally everything I’ve touched my entire life. I’m used to people being incredibly envious of me no matter what I do. So hate away, pencil pushers, hate away.

~Riley is playing it up here, eating up the great deal of cheap heat he’s getting

Riley:
But I digress. See I was given the #10 ball by Paul Heyman because I won a chance to make my AOW debut in the actual Dynasty Tournament. But somebody broke into my bag and stole it from me. Can you believe it? Somebody tried to steal from me!

~Riley is actually getting a “YOU SUCK!” chant started up that he has to acknowledge

Riley:
How can I suck? I’m the perfect athlete who has been criminally wronged here tonight! I don’t suck! New York, that’s what sucks!

~…and an ungodly downpour of cheap heat rains down so much that the Hammerstein crowd is getting much more graphic with their chants

“YOU SUCK DICK!! YOU SUCK DICK!! YOU SUCK DICK!!”


Riley:
I wouldn’t expect anything less from a population that sucks as bad as this one. One that houses and endorses criminal activity! So whoever it was who tried to steal away my right to be in this Tournament and tried to steal my debut from me, just get out here right now so you can confess and I can beat the holy hell out of you! You will answer to me – A-Ry – ALEX RILEY!!

~Riley roars into the microphone and still gets a huge amount of heat as he drops the microphone and snatches off his jacket. He’s pumped, prime, and ready, staring up the ramp as the whole crowd waits in anticipation for who it might be…





**SEXY BOY**

…AND THE ROOF BLOWS OFF THE HAMMERSTEIN!! Much like his surprise appearance in the Offseason, Shawn Michaels shimmies his way on through the curtains, looking much more like himself than a man forced to be Paul Heyman’s lackey. He digs into his tights and pulls out a ‘#10’ ball and shows it off like he’s a game show hostess before throwing it into the crowd. He bounces on down the ramp and rolls into the ring doing traditional Shawn Michaels things…before he tells Riley to ‘suck it’. Riley is beyond pissed, getting to his corner and anxiously awaiting the ring bell.


MAIN EVENT
~Dynasty Tournament: Rd. 1~
Shawn Michaels
v.
Alex Riley


As everyone gets settled back into their seats, it’s no real surprise that Michaels takes the upper hand for the first few moments of the contest, igniting the arrogant youngster with a series of CHOPS(Woooo!). But after the elation of seeing HBK wears off, so does his advantage, with Riley’s youth showing up when he is able to us his superior speed and power to corner Michaels. We cut into this some three minutes into the action, Riley having rammed Michaels into the corner and is MERCILESSLY DELIVERING SHOULDER BLOCK AFTER SHOULDER BLOCK!!

The Heart Break Kid probably hasn’t been hit that hard in a long time, and Riley doesn’t let up. He violently whips HBK across the ring to the opposite corner, his chronic back pain coming into light as he pops right back out of the corner…INTO A RILEY CLOTHESLINE!! A huge upset on the way – 1…2…NO!! It’s gonna take a lot more than that to take down this guy, Riley realizing that and staying on him. As Michaels tries to recover, A-Ry cuts him off with a front headlock and starts delivering clubbing blow after clubbing blow to the spine. When Michaels collapses, Riley just grabs HBK by his tights and SKIDS HIM ACROSS THE CANVAS, UNDER THE ROPE, AND FACE FIRST TO THE OUTSIDE!!

An extremely cocky smile envelops on Riley’s face now, enjoying every last second of tearing Michaels apart here. He eats a lot of heat for this before going outside and retrieving Michaels, taking him up and AGAIN RAMMING HIS BACK INTO THE RING LIP!! Riley looks to be targeting the oft-cited back troubles of Shawn, Riley now taking Michaels and rolling him back into the ring. Riley doesn’t immediately follow him, taunting towards the crowd as he climbs up the apron and keeps climbing onto the top rope, waiting for the cringing Michaels to recover before leaping…WITH A TERRIFIC DIVING CLOTHESLINE FROM THE TOP ROPE!! Can Riley legitimately pull it off here – 1…2…3-NO!! Michaels keeps his chances alive!!

Despite the resiliency, A-Ry has really taken control here, staying right on Shawn and laying more boots into. He pulls Michaels up by his hair and keeps talking trash the whole way up before once again RAMMING Michaels’ back into another corner. Riley’s feeling really cocky now, backing away a few steps and eating up his heat before charging into the corner again…only to eat an HBK UPRAISED BOOT!! Michaels takes that chance to rush at Riley and HIT HIM WITH THE LOU THESZ PRESS!! MICHALES IS POUNDING AWAY AT THE YOUNGSTER’S HEAD!! HBK gets to his feet, all kinds of pumped up now, but still has to tend to his back. Riley gets up rather quickly, if dizzy, but regrets it when he’s again lit up with a pair of CHOPS(Wooooo!) that send him retreating to a corner. Michaels grabs a wrist and looks to whip the youth to the opposite side, but Riley slides down to one knee and reverses the whip, then pulls Michaels right back at him and ducks underneath a swing attempt, getting him in a BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX LIFT…INTO A NASTY TAKEDOWN LARAT!! THE GAME CHANGER!! Riley again with a commanding cover – 1…2…3-NO!!

Riley is getting incredibly frustrated, telling Ray Ramsey that the match should be over. Ramsey ignores the arguing rookie and makes him get back to business regarding The Icon. Riley starts arrogantly slapping at Michaels’ head as he tries to get up, whipping Michaels into the ropes again…AND HITS THE DIVING FOREARM SMASH!! The crowd lights up because they know what’s coming…AND MICHAELS KIPS UP!! He’s a little slow because of the targeted lower back, tending to it as he rises, but as Riley gets up and charges, he’s met with an INVERTED ATOMIC DROP and then a punch to the head before eating ANOTHER INVERTED ATOMIC DROP and eating a clothesline! Riley bounces back to his feet, still energetic, but he gets caught right in a Michaels scoop slam. HBK makes a small smirk before heading to the top, everyone knowing the sequence by now…DIVING ELBOW DROP!! The theatrical drop connects!! Michaels pulls up a leg, hoping its all he needs – 1…2…3-NO!!

Riley shows some fire, but it’s nothing compared to what HBK has left, getting off of Riley’s body with more life than he had at the start. The crowd is all behind him as he goes over to the corner and looks to start TUNING UP THE BAND. The crowd is ready to count with him…but he stops as the crowd buzzes. That’s because he looks up at the entrance stage…where PAUL HEYMAN has suddenly appeared, apparently having rolled out not too long ago. The look on his face is not one of much pleasure at all, Paul E. staring down Michaels as he blatantly starts TUNING UP THE BAND ANYWAY. The Hammerstein counts along with Shawn, ready for the killing blow…SWEET CHIN MUSIC…SPINEBUSTER!! ALEX RILEY TURNS IT INTO A SPINEBUSTER!! Riley with a huge cover – 1…2…3-NO!!

Paul Heyman damn near cost Michaels his shot, and we can see Heyman visually displeased that Riley didn’t get the job done there. Michaels is still in the Dynasty Tournament to the administration’s displeasure. Riley now heads back to the top rope, looking for another exclamation point on a win. He sets up…leaps…AND COPIES MICHAELS’ SIGNATURE ELBOW DROP!! The crowd throws deafening heat as Riley covers again – 1…2…3-NO!! Michaels holds on! Riley is getting incredibly frustrated here, pounding the mat and forcing Michaels up, putting him on his shoulders, possibly for the FINAL SCORE…NO!! Michaels manages to slide off and push Riley away towards a corner. Riley’s back doesn’t fully hit as he stops himself right before, hopping up onto the second rope. He sees a still recovering Michaels before leaping for ANOTHER DIVING CLOTHESLINE…SWEET CHIN MUSIC!! SWEET CHIN MUSIC!! MICHAELS ERASES RILEY’S FACE OUT OF MIDAIR!! The crowd comes unglued as that incredible visual plays out just as the clock appears on the big screen, a beaten up HBK crawling and slinging an arm and then himself on top of the now headless Varsity Villain – 1…2…3…!!!

Winner: Shawn Michaels at (9:06)


WOW!! Michaels lifts his body off of Riley and even beats his chest a little bit before he gets his hand raised. Ramsey raises his hand as Michaels looks smugly right up the ramp to see Paul Heyman about to blow a goddamn gasket

Joey Styles:
What a scene!! The ‘puppet’ that Shawn Michaels has used what little freedom he has to find a way into the Dynasty Tournament!

JBL:
You mean abuse all power he doesn’t even have!! You mean weasel his way into a prestigious bracket! What the hell is wrong with Shawn Michaels?!

Joey Styles:
Nothing! But something tells me that even if Shawn Michaels remains under Paul Heyman’s control, he’s gonna have a lot to say about it this season! I think if we had one word to sum up this entire night to set the tone for the whole season...I think 'unpredictable' would be pretty damn apt!


The final image of the Season Premiere of AOW Oblivion Season II is that of a smug bastard in Shawn Michaels looking up on the entrance stage to see Paul Heyman reduced to a sort of tranquil fury as he looks at his puppet stretching his limbs. A sort of semi-smirk makes its way across his face as the wheelchair-bound Chief looks at the triumphant Heart Break Kid. We’re only left to wonder what both Shawn and Paul Heyman are planning as we

Fade…

To…

Black…


END SHOW




.:Confirmed for next Oblivion:.

The final 6 Dynasty Tournament opening round matches




~RISE OF A DYNASTY~
*Confirmed Card*

~2008 Dynasty Tournament~

~Quarter Finals~

TBD v. TBD
TBD v. TBD
TBD v. TBD
TBD v. TBD

~Semi-Finals~
TBD v. TBD
TBD v. TBD

~The FINALS~
TBD v. TBD




Admittedy, it's probably not my best installment (probably for the reasons of the Wolf Guy mentioned) and I felt a little burnt out with my schedule and writing this. But hope all enjoy and don't hate me until your King sees you again
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Great job on setting the tone right from the get-go with a rabid crowd not even needing the music to start singing, clearly very passionate about the product they’re paying to see. ECW-esque vibes almost - not a bad thing at all.

There isn’t a whole lot of feedback to dish out tbh, it was a solid, wrestling orientated show, with a conveyor belt of matches to savour. Like I had previously said, ten matches in such a short space of time felt a little much for me. I’m not entirely sure if this analogy will help - depends on whether or not you’re a UFC fan - but it did feel like a season opening Ultimate Fighter show, with two solid hours of preliminary fights to earn a shot in the house. But, in your favour, your viewers/readership will already be familiar with the characters on show, and their own distinct personalities. And, in their own way, each one of the ten matches on show here delivered.

I suspected we’d see at least one instance of tag team partners facing off - if only to play up the unpredictability of the draw, and I found it interesting that in the two matches where partners clashed, both were set to be time limit draws until Burchill intentionally got himself disqualified against Albright. In general, the matches on display were something of a purists ‘wet dream’ if you will. Punk vs. Lance Storm as the season opening match?? Yes please. I also think Punk being the first man out on the season opener is an indicator that he’ll be a heavily featured act - even more so than he was last time around - and I think he’s a lock for the semi-finals at least … if not even further. Carlito vs. Kofi, Finlay vs. London, Benjamin vs. Kendrick on the line up of mouth watering matches too. Awesome array of talent.

But what impressed me was a couple of other things you threw into the fray to switch things up, rather than allowing the show to become bogged down by successive match after match. For instance, after all the hullabaloo around THE BOONDOCK SAINT~!! (yup, still love it ) not being allowed to appear for a period on television, yet turning up and competing (via representative) in the tournament certainly put a spanner in the works, and I’m intrigued to see what the backlash is from that. While I’m not a Tarver fan in the slightest, him being brought in with Banks hiring him to his own contract works for me. Hopefully Tarver ends up as an eventual muscle or bodyguard for THE BOONDOCK SAINT~!! as I feel that’s probably the best role available to him. There was also the main event scenario that was a great surprise - but I’ll get to that shortly.

In terms of surprises in tonights matches, I don’t think too many results really felt as such. Bar perhaps the finish to the Albright/Burchill match, and the draw between the Sons of the Dungeon … HOWEVER … it would be remiss of me to not call the inclusion of Shawn Michaels a surprise, because I certainly wasn’t expecting HBK to be the ‘thief’. My money was on another OVW alumni looking to make a mark … so getting Michaels was a big shocker, and right away, the Showstopper has to be the odds on favourite to go all the way … but I don’t see it going down that way myself personally.

Also, quick question - if Shawn Michaels stole Alex Rileys ball … then who was dumped from the tournament to allow Riley to compete?? :S

Now, while the tournament dominated the show, the best part of the night - for me - was the Christian/Jericho in ring confrontation. While for now, Christian is refusing to play the games with Jericho, not being lured into granting Jericho a shot for ‘validation’, I think Jericho will wear him down eventually - months from now - and break Christian until he does meet him again. You write the cold, calculating character of Jericho brilliantly - so brilliantly, that it almost, almost feels like a shame that he had to lose the title - but in that respect, I’m excited to see what you can do with him and what devious schemes he’ll muster up now as he plots to get back into the title hunt.

Right now, the tournament will be the focus of the shows, so that’s to be expected … but I thought you handled it well. Being completely honest, the inclusion of HBK as the shock #10 probably helped this go from a serviceable but ultimately forgettable show to a memorable season opener, ending with a bang. Nothing needs said really on Jericho or Christian really - you’ve got both mens characters nailed. Just keep the brilliance coming with both of them, thanks. Good to see this back
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Thnx in bunches, Wolf Man. I say I always appreciate any words and I do. So let me answer a few of these concerns...

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Like I had previously said, ten matches in such a short space of time felt a little much for me. I’m not entirely sure if this analogy will help - depends on whether or not you’re a UFC fan - but it did feel like a season opening Ultimate Fighter show, with two solid hours of preliminary fights to earn a shot in the house. But, in your favour, your viewers/readership will already be familiar with the characters on show, and their own distinct personalities. And, in their own way, each one of the ten matches on show here delivered.
I'm not exactly a UFC buff, but I understand what you're onto. I was sure the show would feel quite overwhelmed with things as tedious as what were essentially qualifying matches, but that's the side effects of your 'reset button' being a 30+ man tournament. Gonna be honest in that it'll probably feel like that for the next few shows, then, because they're all about the Tourney, too.

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Punk vs. Lance Storm as the season opening match?? Yes please.
Had to go full circle. Couldn't help myself.

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I also think Punk being the first man out on the season opener is an indicator that he’ll be a heavily featured act - even more so than he was last time around - and I think he’s a lock for the semi-finals at least … if not even further.
Was Punk that heavily featured last time around? I tried to lay off him a little bit, but I guess favorites will remain favorites. As for will I feature him even more this time? Yes and no. And you'll see why in due time.

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HOWEVER … it would be remiss of me to not call the inclusion of Shawn Michaels a surprise, because I certainly wasn’t expecting HBK to be the ‘thief’. My money was on another OVW alumni looking to make a mark … so getting Michaels was a big shocker, and right away, the Showstopper has to be the odds on favourite to go all the way … but I don’t see it going down that way myself personally.
Honestly, I kind of thought this was glaringly obvious for who it could be. But I guess my whole 'Double Debut' thing might've screwed with some, eh?

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Also, quick question - if Shawn Michaels stole Alex Rileys ball … then who was dumped from the tournament to allow Riley to compete?? :S
Doane sounds like a safe answer. So I'll say that Kenny fella

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I think Jericho will wear him down eventually - months from now - and break Christian until he does meet him again. You write the cold, calculating character of Jericho brilliantly - so brilliantly, that it almost, almost feels like a shame that he had to lose the title - but in that respect, I’m excited to see what you can do with him and what devious schemes he’ll muster up now as he plots to get back into the title hunt.
You greatly embellish my abilities, but something tells me you won't have to wait long to figure out what Jericho is up to...

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Being completely honest, the inclusion of HBK as the shock #10 probably helped this go from a serviceable but ultimately forgettable show to a memorable season opener, ending with a bang.
And honesty is the best policy and I appreciate that. I figured this would be the case for most of the Tournament-heavy shows, as I guess the build-up to the 'reset button' things can make a lot of stuff seem lost (i.e. in WWE, everything not pertaining to a world title when going into the Royal Rumble). But that's my own fault for attempting an Offseason and having to deal with how to reset things for the new start.

Anywho, here's some tidbits of news for those who care about that hubbub...

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AOW seems to be playing with even more fire when it comes to the entire Antonio Banks situation. There actually hasn’t been any kind of legal word yet from the WWE or anyone’s camp yet regarding Banks being on-screen during his ‘no competition’ clause. The ‘E camp might as well try and get satisfied with it because something tells us Heyman is going to try and look into every loophole he can to get as much as he can out of an investment like Banks. How many contract laws Heyman may break to do that may just be a casualty of war, but he and the company realize they’re up against an economic juggernaut. At that, FX may be the one to pull the plug on Banks to wash their hands of any further impending legal matters.

As notably evidenced by this past edition of Oblivion, Lance Storm has decided to call it quits with the company. Storm has been noted as saying that he is ‘very proud to have been part of such an incredible new organization’, but he has also been noted as wanting to step away from the ring full-time and dedicate his time to his wrestling school in Calgary. Storm has not ruled out working with the company again in the future, however for the time being, his contract is up and he’s on his way out. The terrific thing about Storm leaving to do what he wants and on such good terms, though, is that AOW will almost definitely have top billing of any graduates from the Storm Wrestling Academy in the coming years.

With Storm on out, this leaves Elix Skipper, Billy Kidman, and Al Snow as the men bucking up the development system. Skipper has completely stepped away from full-time on-screen duties, while Kidman isn’t that far away from stepping away himself once much of his story with Matt Sydal reaches that point. And even when men get up to the main roster, their pseudo-coaches include the likes of William Regal and Dave Finlay (or as Mick Foley noted in his interview, depending on the individual, possibly Shawn Michaels himself).

While on the topic of developmental, it doesn’t look like AOW has many plans to keep certain guys in there for very long. We recently noted their new signings, and a pair of them in PAC and Claudio Castagnoli might be soon on the call-ups. Chris Hero is also rumored to be on the fast track, but the only definite word is that both Eric Perez and Alex Riley will be called up this year as evidenced by their current standings in development.

Until next time, this as been The Informer...


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Spoiler for Because Daddy Said So:


We’re brought to what looks like a scene backstage from the Season Premiere this past Wednesday. Carlito Colon is waking through the backstage halls, his father, Carly Colon, Sr., walking behind him. Carly says something to Carlito in his ear before heading off. Whatever was said doesn’t make the sour Puerto Rican any more jolly, as he keeps on walking…until he’s stopped by both members of the Samoan Fight Club

Siaki:
So. When’re you gonna manage us again?

Carlito:
Manage…? Maybe if ju had beaten Rey Mysterio tonight, Carlito might be more enthusiastic about that.

Siaki:
Oh yeah? The only reason you even beat Rey Mysterio last time is because of us. Remember that?

Carlito:
It was nice of you to help Carlito, but Carlito doesn’t need any help.

Siaki:
Right. I guess that’s why your pops is up here now.
~Carlito drops his ‘cool’ for a moment and gets really irritated

Carlito:
He’s here because he won’t go away! He’s like a giant mosquito that wants to suck out Carlito’s hair instead of his blood. And Carlito has a lot of hair!

Siaki:
Yeah. We know. But look, ‘lito, can’t you dump the old man?

Carlito:
Das Carlito’s dad, man. Ju don’t jus’ dump jou’re parents aside in Puerto Rico.

Siaki:
Well…you could introduce him to us.~Both members of the Fight Club ready their fists

Carlito:
Even if Carlito wanted to manage ju’ guys again, Papi said…he said jou’re all ‘bad company’. Carlito would be willing to give ju guys another shot…but Pops comes first.
~With that, ‘lito keeps on walking past the intense Fight Club, neither one of them really knowing what to make of getting brushed aside by daddy as we fade away…



Spoiler for One For All:

The Green Zone, turned back into an interview set. We’re not quite sure if this took place on the previous Oblivion or some time in between then and now because both Paul Burchill and Brent Albright are in competition attire, but this competition attire looks more like workout gear as opposed to ring gear. Regal is in a lavish suit as always.

Romero:
Hello, ladies and gentlemen, I’m Steve Romero with my guests at this time, Mercenaries, Inc. Now, Paul Burchill, one of the questions I’m sure are on many of the minds of our viewers is the finish to you and Brent Albright’s Dynasty Tournament match together.

Burchill:
What kind of twat would question the finish?

Romero:
Well…er…it’s sort of unconventional in a tournament with stakes as high as the Dynasty Tournament for a match to end as abruptly and, if I do say so, intentionally as that match did.

Burchill:
‘Unconventional’…? It was the only thing that made any kind of sense.

Romero:
Eliminating yourself and letting your protégé go on to potentially become Dynasty Champion…made sense?

Regal:
Obviously, you need it to be spelled out for you, sunshine, so allow me. Everyone saw what happened earlier in the night with the Sons of the Dungeon. They got so wrapped up in their own selfishness that, even though they are Tag Team Champions, they wound up eliminating each other. Now neither of them have any kind of shot at the title. But what Burchill did –
~Regal puts a hand on Burch’s shoulder

Regal:
What Burchill did was what Mercenaries, Inc. is all about. And that’s duty above all. He knew that the chances of one of us walking out with that title shot would go down incredibly if even one of us was eliminated, much less two of us with a draw. The fact that Burchill was the one who wound up disqualifying himself was by chance. I’m sure Albright would have done the same thing.
~Both men turn to Albright who nods his head

Albright:
Absolutely. My only regret is that we had to face each other in the first place.

Regal:
Exactly. But with that DQ, it keeps two of us in the game as opposed to one of us. So unless anyone has any more dull questions, we have to finish preparing to win this bloody Tournament. Gents.
~And with that jab of the head, Regal watches his stablemates head back out, presumably to the ring, before he follows suit in his suit. Romero is left somewhat satisfied as we fade away…



Spoiler for Cruiserweights Kick it Up:


We’re back to last week on Oblivion in the Green Zone still hosting a bingo roller full of numbered balls. The Miz seems to be trying his best to woo Miss Wilson, but she’s not having very much of it at all. Much to her great relief, someone steps into the room to retrieve a number, it being none other than the babyfaced high-flyer, Matt Sydal

Sydal:
Uh…hope I’m not interrupting…?

Wilson:
Of course not, silly goose! Come on and take a number!
~As Sydal steps up to stick his hand in and get a ball, Miz swoops between he and the roller and prevents him from doing so

Miz:
Y’know what I don’t get? How does a guy with no wins not only get a Cruiserweight Championship shot but gets into the bracket for an AOW World Heavyweight title shot? I mean, does any of that make sense to you, chief?

Sydal:
I’m not gonna argue with it. I’ll take anything as it comes.

Miz:
Oh. I see. But what I don’t see is uh…where’s your pimp? Is Kidman okay with you getting in here on nothin’?

Sydal:
He’s not my pimp. He’s my mentor…former mentor. We’ve had our differences.

Miz:
Yeah, I heard. This is some kind of joke. I’m pretty sure even I could beat you without even trying. And then I’d be in this Tournament.

???:
Miz, shut up and move.
~All three individuals in the scene turn around to see the Cruiserweight Champion, Bryan Danielson, march up and almost make Miz move just by looking at him. Danielson slings his belt over a shoulder before reaching into the tumbler and getting a ball of his own. He then motions for Sydal to come up.

Danielson
:
I didn’t question it last month when I faced you, and I’m not gonna question it now. Get in here.
~Sydal doesn’t waste any breath, stepping up to the roller and pulling out a ball. He shrugs when he sees it

Sydal
:
Lucky me. #13.
~Sydal, Wilson, and Miz all then look towards Danielson as if asking him what his number is. Danielson just chuckles and looks at Sydal

Danielson
:
Maybe I’ll see you out there. Maybe I won’t.
~No one’s really satisfied with the cryptic answer, but Sydal knows that’s all he’s getting and smiles before leaving the scene. Danielson is still looking at his ball, but before he can leave, someone else enters…

Noble:
You gonna stick up for me too?
~Jamie Noble walks into frame as he’s speaking, staring a hole in Danielson

Danielson
:
If you ask nicely.

Noble:
Jamie Noble doesn’t do anythin’ nicely, boy. But I guess it’s only fair that a guy with no wins gets in…while I could and should be AOW Champion right now and I barely got in. So you gonna stick up for me, White Knight?

Danielson:
Maybe you should just draw, Noble.
~The tension is getting to an apex between the two, Noble smirking as Danielson has a pure stoic look plastered on his face. Noble doesn’t even break the gaze to reach into the roller and pull out his number.

Noble:
Well how-dee. Would ya look at that. I got the main event! #16, boy.
~Noble gets damn close to Danielson’s face

Noble:
You see that, boy? Jamie Noble doesn’t need help to get into the main event. He plucks it with his own two hands.
~Noble flashes a working man's grin as he turns and walks out, leaving Danielson alone with only Wilson with him in the shot. He looks back down at his number and seems to shrug in acceptance and then look towards his shoulder and delivers one cheeky little line before we fade away

Danielson
:
I guess somebody’s gotta keep all these lightweights in check.



Spoiler for Gauntlet…Thrown:


We’re right back in the bingo roller scene, but it must be at a different point in the night because Steve Romero alone is rolling the cage. He, like London and Kendrick, is enjoying watching the balls hit up against one another (as few as them as there appears to be left). His fun is stopped, however, by the entrance of one Charlie Haas

Haas:
Hey, Stevie. You mind stopping the spin so I can get a pick?

Romero:
Oh sure, Charlie. It’s just…kinda mesmerizing.

Haas:
Maybe it is. Y’know what’s a little mesmerizing to me? This whole ‘random draw’ thing. I like it.

Romero:
Really? Well doesn’t not knowing who you’re gonna face put you at a severe disadvantage…?

Haas:
No way, man. I love competition. And not even knowing who your competition is is kind of a cool thrill in itself. Plus, it makes you go watch video and scout everyone on the roster so you’re prepared, y’know?
~Romero nods his head, as this all seems to make sense. Haas puts his hand in, rolls around a little, then pulls out a number and smirks

Haas:
#12. That was my brother’s number when he played football. That’s gotta be good luck, right?
~Romero is about to answer back, but he stops when someone from offscreen THROWS A STOPWATCH, right at Haas’ chest. The quick reflexes of Haas only manage to cradle it, taking the watch and looking at it before looking up to see who threw it…Shelton Benjamin, fresh out of his match with Brian Kendrick

Benjamin:
6:24. Beat that.
~Benjamin struts out with a smirk almost as quickly as he showed up. This just leaves Haas, cheerful disposition completely gone, looking just as angry as he did all Offseason. He clutches the stopwatch so hard we can hear it cracking in his fist. Haas is left looking incredibly intense as he clutches his ball in his other hand and walks out, muttering “6:24. 6:24” to himself as we fade away…



Spoiler for Storm Passing:


This exclusive isn’t any kind of long. It isn’t ominous. It isn’t mysterious. It isn’t even story-advancing.

We’re brought back to the scene following the first match of the new season, the Hammerstein still buzzing following CM Punk’s victory over former mentor, Lance Storm. Storm is trying to walk to the back gracefully, but the New York crowd kicks up a “THANK YOU, STORM! THANK YOU, STORM!” chant that seems to humble the Canadian as he walks on back through the curtain.

The chants continue when he steps back there, but he only disappears for a second because it looks like someone pushes him from Gorilla back onto the entrance stage. The crowd is revived with a huge pop and continue chanting their hearts out. The man who pushed him out is revealed to be CM Punk, who raises Storm’s hand and starts one more gargantuan pop from the Hammerstein. Storm gives Punk a big hug before Punk walks on back, leaving Storm on the stage to look out at his body of work and all these people. They continue chanting until he raises his own arm and fully acknowledges them, pointing all around the arena before patting his heart…and walking on through the curtain…

And now, an outline preview...



June 11th, 2008

The Hammerstein Ballroom – Manhattan, New York City, New York
“Can’t Call it a Comeback”


.:Confirmed for Oblivion:.

~The final six matches of the 2008 Dynasty Tournament will commence and finalize the Sweet 16!
~Twelve spots remain, but who all is gonna show up and claim their spot for an AOW Championship shot?
~Will Paul Heyman address the situation that Shawn Michaels has put him in after literally 'stealing' the show and a way into the Dynasty Tournament?
~Bryan Danielson, Jamie Noble, William Regal, and Samoa Joe will be in attendance!
~All this, and more in store!!



*whew* A bit big on the info there, but you guys can handle it. I hope I can handle it because I really want to be able to post Rise of a Dynasty by the end of the year (although manning another Newsletter might stall that...). Show should be up over the weekend sometime, but until then, leave Wolfy some predictions, leave others some feedback, take a gander at the oldies coming back to life, and for goodness sake, don't eat too much of your Halloween candy (not pointing any fingers...Kirby). Hope all don't hate me 'til then
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June 11th, 2008

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

“Can’t Call it a Comeback”


***
A black screen flashes by, strikes of red between it all before we realize that it’s a close-up of the AOW logo, which appears on our screens as a rabid crowd chants behind it…

AOW!! AOW!! AOW!! AOW!! AOW!!

***


This edition of Oblivion has no real opening other than the new ‘signature logo’ vignette, more than likely waiting a little while to flash a new opening package. Whatever the reason, the Hammerstein is absolutely rocking for what’s essentially Pt. II of the Season Premiere. But it gets even louder when the first sound heard of the whole night is “SIN LIMITES”, meaning the night is about to kick off with AOW’s greatest import, Aero Star! Star bursts from behind the blood-red curtain and gives salutes to all before lightly sprinting to the ring and swinging around a post, giving another salute as he comes around


Joey Styles:
Welcome to yet another exciting edition of Wednesday Night Oblivion where we’re about to kick things off with an exciting style!

JBL:
An’ we’re gonna keep that going through all night ‘cause we’ve got six matches to fill out!

Joey Styles:
That’s right, partner, because the Dynasty Tournament continues right here, live, back in our 90-minute slot!

JBL:
Look at the little guy go.

Joey Styles:
A man who almost led his team to a Trios Tournament victory and did not disappoint in action in the Offseason, Aero Star is ready to perhaps make even more of a name for himself than he did in Season One.


After the brief intro, Star stands center ring and awaits who his opponent will be…and the crowd lets out an even louder explosion when “FINAL COUNTDOWN” hits the speakers. The Dynasty Champion kicked us off last week and this week, it’s the Cruiserweight Champion who is gonna do it! Bryan Danielson comes on through the curtain with a finger held high, his maroon hood up, and his Cruiserweight Championship wrapped and flashing around his waist. He marches down the aisle before sliding into the ring and singing the chorus along with the rocking Hammerstein before stepping center ring and shaking hands with Aero.

OPENING CONTEST
Cruiserweight Champion Bryan Danielson
v.
Aero Star


The contest is surprisingly mat based for the early installments, as Danielson goes with the predictable strategy of trying to keep the Blue Blur grounded. But Star has his bursts of vigilance to get back on his feet, and begins to up the pace against a man he has never had a one-on-one contest with. We break into the contest about four minutes in, as Danielson has Star wrapped up in a suplex position…but Star jams it and tries to maybe turn it into a suplex of his own…but Danielson now jams that and tries to make another suplex out of it…but Star FLOATS out of it, landing behind Danielson and pushing him into the ropes, getting the victory roll – NO!! Danielson holds onto the ropes and sends Star rolling backwards empty-handed. He springs up to see Danielson coming off the ropes, trying to rush at CLOTHESLINE HIM…but Danielson ducks that and wraps around Star’s arm, getting a single underhook, then pulling Star in for a knee to the gut before grabbing the other arm…BUTTERFLY SUPLEX!! A beautiful double underhook suplex as Danielson floats over – 1…2…3-NO!!

An incredible flurry of moves already there, but Star keeps the match going, as Danielson brings him to his feet and gives him another shot to the ribs before backing him into a corner. He takes Star and tries to whip him into the opposite corner, but Aero stops himself before he hits the padding. Danielson tries to push the issue and rushes after Star, but Aero lifts himself up while grabbing the top ropes…and CATCHES DANIELSON WITH SOME HEADSISSORS!!

Danielson sprawls away before getting up and rushing back at Star with a clothesline of his own, only for Star to dodge it…with the MATRIX TECHNIQUE! The crowd ‘oooh’ for the brief moment, Star snapping back to a vertical base, only for Danielson to attempt a SHOOT KICK instead…but Star sees the kick coming and turns the blow into a LEG WHIP, slinging Danielson over. As soon as Danielson hits the canvas, Star comes out of his crouch and LEAPS ON DANIELSON WITH A STANDING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP! No sooner does the luchador hit the move does he roll under the bottom rope, get up, and springboard off the apron…towards another rope…where his legs SLINGSHOT HIM INTO A MOONSAULT!! A DOUBLE JUMP SLINGSHOT MOONSAULT!! Aero Star is bouncing everywhere here – 1…2…3…NO!!!

Star almost pulled off what might’ve been the biggest upset in the Tournament thus far. But Danielson’s not gonna go down just on that. Star rolls off to tend to his ribs there, Danielson recovering faster than he is, despite his ribs hurting as well, showing off his threshold for pain. AmDrag surprises Star with a SHOOT KICK TO THE STERNUM! Star’s body recoils violently, but Danielson delivers FOUR MORE before rearing back and going for the FINISHING ROUNDHOUSE…NO!! Star manages to duck under it and cover his head, but as he does that, Danielson wastes no time in jumping on his bellied-down opponent, grab the arm…AND ATTEMPT A LEBELL LOCK – NO!!

Star manages to roll out of that as well, but Danielson still has hold of his wrist arm. The Aberdeen native takes another shot at Aero’s ribs before whipping him into the ropes, but instead of a rebound, Star hits the HANDSPRING ELBOW…but Daniel catches him and uses his own momentum…TO MAKE IT A GERMAN SUPLEX!! A beautiful flowing move, Danielson keeps the bridge – 1…2…3…NO!! Star violently throws up his legs to get out of the move! Both men are down and this crowd is showing their appreciation. Danielson rolls over and suddenly latches onto the still downed Star and sets him up for the CATTLE MUTILATION…but Star has it scouted, making sure to flail by some nearby ropes and drape a leg on them.

Danielson keeps the double chickenwing in, however, and pulls Star away from the ropes, only for Star to force him to undo them when he hits a MODIFIED ARM DRAG! It sends Danielson slinging through the middle rope and to the floor, giving Aero the space he needs to execute his high-flying moves. And it looks like he will when he looks out towards the crowd and they start popping big, rebounding off the ropes…TOPE TORPEDO!! STAR NAILS THE MISSILE NO-HAND TOPE!! Danielson’s body is CRUNCHED off of the guard rail behind him as Star’s head goes right into his chest!

The crowd is nearly in a frenzy at this point, Star trying to recover quickly and roll Danielson back into the ring. No sooner is Danielson in does Star look up…and see that the countdown clock is on the big screen, showing up with one minute left! Star scurries to position Danielson and gets up to the top rope, looking for the AERO STAR PRESS…NO!! Danielson springs to life and clubs Star in the spine, then starts setting him up for a SUPER BACK DROP…NO!! Aero not only fights back, but he drops off the top rope by falling between Danielson’s legs! He then quickly climbs back up, clubbing Danielson in the spine now, and then grappling him from behind…quickly jumps…AND HITS A SUPER REVERSE ROLLING PRAWN PIN!! HOLY SHIT WHAT IS THAT??? Danielson’s head is driven up into his stomach from ten feet high as Star acrobatically bridges over him as the crowd goes nuts for what they just saw – 1…2…3…!!!

Winner: Aero Star at (9:32)

Star shifts his hips and rolls out of the ring, hitting the floor on the way out, as Danielson looks like he kicked out not too long after the referee counted three. Star can barely stand up from near exhaustion, while Danielson is still trying to unfold himself completely as he rolls over to a hip and clutches at his neck. The crowd is still going nuts for what just happened


Joey Styles:
And Aero Star just pulled off what I think is arguably the first true upset of this entire Tournament! Aero Star, who has never faced Bryan Danielson one on one, manages to pull it out of his magic hat!

JBL:
Well I’ll be damned. The Blue Blur sure has hell showed just how quick he is. Kudos to the kid, an’, y’know what, I think that might put him right back in Cruiserweight title contention.

Joey Styles:
Indeed it might, but that’s also assuming Aero Star doesn’t go on to win this whole thing.

JBL:
Oh please. Just be happy he waved his magic wand once tonight. No way he goes to the end. It’s an impressive win, but you can’t keep this up on the whole bracket.

Joey Styles:
He just might be able to, Bradshaw. You never know! And as spontaneous as that blue streak is, he just might be the perfect wild card to go all the way in this thing! Bryan Danielson has been eliminated, shockingly, in the very first round, and that’s something I’m sure he won’t be too happy about. But believe it or not, folks, that boisterous action is just the first of six similar contests we have going on here tonight!

JBL:
Oh no, we’re just gettin’ started, baby!

Joey Styles:
We know that Matt Sydal has #13 and that Jamie Noble has the main event spot, but we honestly don’t know much else! William Regal picked a number last week and is in attendance tonight, as is Samoa Joe!

JBL:
This just in, I think Christian Cage might be in the buildin’ as well, tryin’ to see maybe some competition he might be facin’ in this thing.

Joey Styles:
Now that hasn’t been confirmed, but what has been confirmed is that coming up next, Charlie Haas, who drew #12, will compete in his first match on Oblivion since the forceful breakup of the World’s Greatest Tag Team.

JBL:
An’ he’s got the unofficial challenge of beatin’ Shelton Benjamin’s time from last week.

Joey Styles:
A match with a subplot is up next, here, on Wednesday Night Oblivion!


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


~Backstage, the Green Zone interview set…

Steve Romero:
Ladies and gentlemen, I have in my hand right now the final ball from the tumbler that held the Dynasty Tournament numbers. There is only one man who was invited to the Tournament who has yet to pick up his number. And right now, he’s about to receive it and compete later on tonight…

~Romero holds up the ball before SAMOA JOE walks into the frame to an enormous pop beyond the walls. His face is incredibly serious and stoic

Steve Romero
:
He is the Samoan Submission Machine, the One Man Army…SAMOA JOE!

~Another pop is heard from the ring area. Joe smirks as Romero hands him the ball

Steve Romero
:
Now, Joe, I didn’t reveal what number was on the ball because it’s up to the competitor to reveal it. Do you wanna show us that number?

~Joe looks at his number then looks at Romero like he’s about to kill him…before a smile suddenly breaks out over Joe’s face

Joe
:
Of course I’ll show it. Samoa Joe isn’t a cryptic son of a bitch. Lighten up there, Steve.

~Joe pats the tense and still nervous Romero on the back so hard he almost drops the microphone. Joe turns the ball around and shows the camera #15 to a pop

Joe
:
It’s not the main event. But it will be when I get there.

Steve Romero:
Now, Joe, we’ve talked to a few others about this random format. Are you confident enough in yourself to throw away some of the randomness by showing off your number?

Joe:
I like the chaos of it. It makes everybody be prepared to be unprepared. Plus, I’ve got nothing to lose showing my number. Samoa Joe is ready for whoever he might face. But whoever he might face…they’re not ready for Samoa Joe.

~Another pop from beyond the walls as Joe smirks confidently and looks at the camera

Joe
:
So just be warned, AOW. This whole Tournament has an air of uncertainty. But one thing is for certain – tonight, Samoa Joe is gonna is gonna kill somebody.

~The genuine badass expression dawns over Joe’s face as he smirks one more time and walks off camera as we fade away…


~Back at ringside…

There isn’t much of a lull period before “WORLD’S GREATEST” greets our ears, the older theme for the World’s Greatest Tag Team. It’s not a team this time, but one half of the former tag champs in the rejuvenated Charlie Haas, who comes down to the ring as pumped up and focused as ever. On his wrist tape, we can actually see that he’s written “6:24” on it, a constant reminder of the gauntlet being thrown at him by his (former?) friend. Haas slaps some hands before getting in the ring and waiting intensely for his opponent.

…only for a quite daunting air to hit when “JIMBO” is heard across the threshold. And with Siaki already competing last week, that means that Charlie Haas’ opponent is the monstrous Manu. The son of one of the Wild Samoans looks quite wild himself, although in much more of a tranquil fury than his father. He’s being accompanied down the ramp by his tag team partner, Siaki, the Samoan Fight Club continuing to disrespect the ‘honor system’ of the Tournament. And all that does not bode well for Charlie Haas at all, but he doesn’t seem to be too affected by his Samoan savage kickboxer-esque opponent

Match 2
Charlie Haas
v.
Manu

w/Siaki


Haas isn’t intimidated at all by the daunting figure that is Manu, but even still, he’s hesitant to do much offense because he knows he can’t do much, and what he can do, it would take forever to do to wear the big man down. Can he beat the 6:24 that way? The question is in his eyes as Manu keeps coming at him like a freight train, and it isn’t any better two minutes into the contest. Manu has a CLAW HOLD on Haas’ shoulder blade, forcing him down to a knee.

With enthusiasm from the crowd, Haas manages to get back to his feet and fight off the rabid beast holding him, and rebounds off the ropes with a BIG CLOTHESLINE…but the beast doesn’t fall! Manu is thrown off balance, but stays afloat, forcing Haas to rebound and try again with ANOTHER CLOTHESLINE…ANDH HE STILL DOESN’T FALL!! Haas is as stunned as anyone would be, including referee Justin King, who stares at Manu in amazement. Charlie goes to rebound off the ropes one more time…only to FALL ALL THE WAY TO THE FLOOR AS SIAKI LOWERS THE TOP ROPE!!

Cocky Siaki eats extreme heat for doing that, King seeing the damage and getting into an argument with Siaki, who claims he’s innocent…AND JUSTIN KING THROWS HIM OUT!! KING EJECTS SIAKI FROM RINGSIDE!! The crowd pops considerably as Siaki is forced now to go up the ramp, leaving his monster partner no caretaker. Manu is visibly upset, but he carries on, roaming outside the ring ant now taking up Haas, whom he WHIPS VIOLENTLY INTO THE STEEL RING STEPS! Haas’ shoulder could damn well be dislocated, and he’s selling it like it potentially has. Manu cares not, taking Haas and rolling into the ring with a cover – 1…2…3-NO!!

Manu is angered enough to almost take King in his clutches, but he instead grabs Haas’ locks and brings him up before putting him in a MILITARY PRESS POSITION…and holding him there to show off his dominance. But the grandstanding bites him when Haas squibbles from on high and HITS THE HEEL OF THE HEEL WITH A CHOP BLOCK! The crowd ‘Wooooos’ away, but the big man quickly recovers, only to see Haas rebounding and running back at him with A LOW DROPKICK TO THE KNEE! Haas hooks the targeted leg – 1…2…NO!!

Manu powers out, but Haas isn’t done. He drives elbow after elbow onto the big man before he forces him over…AND LOCKS IN THE HAAS OF PAIN!!! It’s not locked in tight because of the size of Manu’s legs, but it’s doing something…UNTIL MANU UNCOILS IT AND FORCES HAAS AWAY!! The crowd almost can’t believe Manu powering out of the submission, only for him to wobble to his feet. Haas tries to go for the legs again, but Manu catches him and pulls him up to a bearhug…before SQUISHING HIM AGAINST A CORNER! Manu roars savagely before he UNLEASHES A RELENTLESS ARRAY OF BLOWS TO THE CORNERED HAAS!! His beastly, but kickboxer-esque movements are sickeningly enjoyable to watch, but Haas’ isn’t enjoying it and neither is the referee. He counts down and then warns Manu that he’s about to get disqualified…but Manu doesn’t seem to care and keeps pummeling Haas UNTIL THE REFEREE CALLS FOR THE BELL!

Winner via DQ: Charlie Haas at (5:20)

AND MANU STILL WON’T STOP!! He’s nailing Charlie Haas with blow after vicious blow, refusing to let up, despite the ring bell sounding off yet again. With no caretaker or partner to call him off, Manu just might not stop until Haas is lifeless. He finally stops when he’s satisfied with his handiwork, Haas’ body indeed falling lifeless out of the corner and having to be held up by the official. Manu flips his sweaty hair back and lets out one more roar before stepping out of the ring and heading to the back to a great rain of heat


Joey Styles:
An absolute savage this guy is! The match was over, he got himself disqualified, and he still wants to sit out here and pummel Charlie Haas into a pulp!

JBL:
Manu was only doing what he was supposed to be doing and that’s destroying. The Samoan Fight Club loves to destroy and that’s what he did. And now dare you call this man a savage like it’s a bad thing! It’s in this man’s blood! His father, Afa Anoa’i, was one of the Wild Samoans. It’s in this man’s genes to beat men to a pulp and he can’t help it.

Joey Styles:
Oh, so you’re gonna use his biology as an excuse?? That’s reaching. Even for you and your terrible logic, Bradshaw.

JBL:
It’s not terrible logic, it’s utter destruction. And this just proves even moreso that Charlie Haas is nothing without Shelton Benjamin. Haas is advancing on a technicality an’ he’s been using Shelton like a crutch.

Joey Styles:
You can’t judge Charlie Haas based on a match like this, Bradshaw. Besides, Haas is more than capable to of sustaining himself in the ring without the ungreatful Shelton Benjamin. Even so, it might look like Charlie Haas is gonna be in need of crutches after this match. Well, ladies and gentlemen, don’t let this deter you from sticking around, because we’ve still got lots more first round matches, including Samoa Joe later on tonight, and Jamie Noble in our main event! But up next, Matt Sydal is gonna face his first round adversary! Will Sydal be able to finally get that first big win en route to a championship shot?


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**



As we come back to the Hammerstein, the sound of “MACH” hits the speakers for a welcome ovation for Matt Sydal, the hardest working man on the roster. While JBL opines that it’s not about how hard you work but how well you work, Sydal still has a wide-eyed grin on his face because all of his work has not been lost on these New York fans. He gladly slaps fives with several of them before playing it up with peace signs in the ring, awaiting who could potentially be the first man he actually pins and defeats in AOW…

…only for a little air of mystery to go abound when “YOU CAN’T RUN” is heard. Some recognize it, but many others do not and even Sydal himself doesn’t know what’s going on…until BILLY KIDMAN steps through the blood red curtain. There’s a huge buzz pop going around as Kidman marches down the aisle, in competition attire for only the second time in his AOW run. A look in the ring has Sydal with his mouth hanging open, not sure what to even believe about seeing the man who was his former mentor standing before him right now.

Kidman doesn’t have any smile and doesn’t play up to any fans. He simply gets to the ring and marches up the steel ring steps and into the ring, strutting to the center to greet his former pupil. Kidman’s eyes are caring, but his stance his harsh and ready for battle. Sydal, meanwhile, doesn’t seem to be able to accept this at all. He’s shaking his head and with every step Kidman takes towards him, Sydal takes a step back. When Kidman extends his hand for a respectful handshake…Sydal slips under the ring, actually getting some heat from the crowd.

Sydal is in such disbelief at this, he’s beside himself. He storms off from the outside and around back to the entrance ramp, marching all the way back halfway up. The crowd’s heat has gone to just a general buzz, but in the ring, Kidman looks legitimately concerned and reaches for a microphone.


Kidman:
Matt! Matt, don’t walk away from this!

~Sydal stops walking back, but doesn’t look back

Kidman
:
Look, I know this looks bad. This looks really bad and I’m sorry for that. This isn’t selfishness on my part, I promise. You should know me better than that. Everything I’ve done in this company has been for you. And me being a part of this Tournament isn’t gonna change that.

~Sydal turns around to see Kidman, but most of his body stays facing the back curtain

Kidman
:
Matt, I know that ditching you in the Offseason wasn’t the best move. But I wasn’t supportive of you then because I wasn’t supporting that decision. I told you that. I didn’t think you deserved that title shot. Just like I don’t think you’re entirely deserving of this Tournament opportunity.

~This statement actually garners a bit of heat for Kidman and also causes Sydal to turn back around in disgust

Kidman
:
I know, yeah, I know I probably deserve that for thinking that way. But then I got to thinking…maybe you are ready. Maybe Matt Sydal is ready for the next step and I’m just not letting him get there.

~Sydal again turns around

Kidman
:
So I convinced Paul Heyman to let me in the Dynasty Tournament. I hoped and prayed that I’d face you at some point and low and behold, here we are in round one. I wanted to face you, Matt, because I know that that’s when you’d be ready. Not just when you got that big first win, but when you got that first big win…over me.

~A small buzzing pop for that, as Sydal turns his entire body around now


Kidman
:
When the mentee defeats the mentor, then the world knows he’s ready for anything. And Matt Sydal, I wanted you to show the world that you’re ready. So Matt, if you can beat me, the main who trained you, who fought for you and taught you; if you can beat that man right here, tonight, in New York City, then you can make it anywhere, kid!

~Kidman is on fire with that one, the crowd roaring for the delivery. Sydal is actually smiling on the ramp now, taking a couple steps back towards the ring

Kidman
:
Now get your ass back in here and prove to yourself and prove to the world that Matt Sydal has what it takes to go toe-to-toe with Billy Kidman!


And this evokes one more HUGE ovation from the Hammerstein, all of them wanting to see these two cruiserweights get it on! Sydal hasn’t moved from his position on the ramp, however, but the crowd stars kicking up a “MATT SY-DAL!!” MATT SY-DAL!!” chant to prompt the winless cruiserweight to get in the ring. Sydal shrugs his shoulders and starts to jog down the ramp to a big pop, but it turns into an indiscernible buzz…AS HE’S STRUCK FROM BEHIND BY KEN DOANE!! An enormous amount of heat goes as Doane downs Sydal, but a look into the ring sees Kidman not going to help his pupil…BECAUSE HE’S TRAPPED IN THE MASTERLOCK!!! THAT’S CHRIS MASTERS!! WHAT’S GOING ON HERE??

We haven’t seen Masters in months since being taken out at the very hands of the man he seems to be assisting! The shocked commentators note this, as well as the fact that Doane and Sydal have some bad blood left over from the Offseason. Masters throws Kidman around enough to make him go limp, while Doane CHUCKS SYDAL AGAINST THE GUARD RAIL!! Doane then takes Sydal’s body and throws it into the ring, while Masters actually throws the body of Kidman out of the ring. Doane and Masters are pumped up at their heinous acts, actually bouncing and high-fiving one another to another rain of heat. Doane follows Kidman’s body and then DRIVES THE OLD MAN’S SPLEEN INTO THE EDGE OF THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!! He then tells the commentators to “MOVE!” as he rolls Kidman’s dead body on top of the table.

Inside the ring, Matt Sydal is now being SUBJUGATED TO THE MASTERLOCK AS WELL!! This one doesn’t go near as long as Kidman’s due to the prior assault, but now Sydal is near lifeless as well. Doane climbs up the apron and then up to the top rope, looking down on the outside to Kidman’s body. The crowd is buzzing huge as they know what’s coming. Masters knows to, and he forces the near dead Sydal’s head up so he can see it. Doane makes some kind of hand gesture that just seems odd before setting himself…AND DELIVERING THE SKY HIGH LEG DROP TO BILLY KIDMAN THROUGH THE TABLE!! THE TABLE SHATTERS WITH KIDMAN ON BOARD!!

The crowd buzzes loudly for the violence, but then reverts back to an immense rain of heat for this duo that seems to have reconnected at the cost of what might have been one of the more semi-emotional stories in this federation. And the sick part about it is, as Doane is helped from the rubble by Masters, the two don’t have mad looks in their eyes, or even sinister smiles. They’re patting each other on the back and the chest like this was just some sort of…party. The two continue their devilishly jubilant celebration up the ramp, as we get a look at the carnage in and around the ring one more time. Matt Sydal is barely conscious, but he’s trying to crawl to the edge of the ring, looking to the outside, and reaching desperately to try and get to his former mentor…but he collapses once more. Kidman’s body may damn well be broken in half as 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



Banks
:
Damn! Another bad roll!

A man in a tux next to Banks leans in

Man
:
Shouldn’t you be better at this?

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

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

Dealer
:
Alright, gentlemen – show your hands!

Jack Evans throws a hand down, followed by Jamie Noble

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

The camera turns to reveal the man to be CM Punk

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

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

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

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**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


~Ringside area, commentators’ spot, amidst the shambles of an announce table...

Joey Styles:
Uh…well, this was our announce desk just a few moments ago, but in what looked like a reunion of teacher and student is now turned into a pile of rubble from the hands of a pair of monsters.

JBL:
They weren’t monsters. They were two guys who obviously had something much more important to say than having some lovey-dovey meeting in the ring.

Joey Styles:
Billy Kidman and Matt Sydal had a falling out, but it seems that they were going to be rebounded over Kidman actually getting himself in the Dynasty Tournament and helping Matt Sydal become that much of a better competitor, but then Ken Doane and Chris Masters, who we haven’t seen for seven months, suddenly showed up and did this…and it was disgusting.

JBL:
You say disgusting, I say necessary. Ken Doane was kicked out of this Tournament an’ I can understand his frustration. An’ Chris Masters has been out of action for seven months, but he looks better than ever, an’ he was tryin’ to make an impact.

Joey Styles:
But at the cost of these two men who had done absolutely no wrong?? I mean, sure, Kenny and Sydal had a few run-ins in the Offseason, but that’s no reason to put the man he looks up to through a freakin’ table. And for goodness sake, it was Ken Doane who put Chris Masters on the shelf seven months ago! Why the hell was he out here helping his former tag team partner?

JBL:
I guess we’ll have to wait for an answer, but we do have sort of an answer right now.

Joey Styles:
We do and it’s regarding Matt Sydal and Billy Kidman. Unfortunately, both men are in absolutely no shape to compete and both have been rushed to a local medical facility forced to drop out of the 2008 Dynasty Tournament at the hands of these two deviants. And you wanna know the sick part about it is? They looked like they were having fun! The bastards were having fun!

JBL:
I’m not gonna go into all that because all I know is that the unpredictability of this Tournament had nothing on that.


The gloom still a little resonating in the air, this is alleviated when “THE PROUD WARRIOR” hits the sound system for the first time in a long time as an individual, non-remixed track. Low Ki comes through the curtain, as ninja-like as ever, crouching low and keeping his arms out. He actually does let a fan in the front row touch his bald head, but that’s the only real crowd pandering he does as he jumps into the ring through the middle rope, impressively, and goes right back to his mysterious ninja aura

And this is pretty much put in direct contrast with the next sound, as “WE AS AMERICANS” is heard for the first time in two months, as both members of American Made strut on through the curtain, but they have a blonder, more attractive new member in Nameth’s new lady friend, Taylor Wilde. She’s holding hands with Nicky as they walk out, Jack Hagar slapping a handshake with Nameth before walking back, showing us that it’s Nameth who is gonna get the call for the team right now. The fiery blond leads his woman to the ringside area before trying to show off a little bit to the crowd, who boos him for even trying

Match 3
Nick Nameth

w/Taylor Wilde
v.
Low Ki


For a majority of the first portion, Nameth takes control, all the while showing even more flash than usual because he’s trying to show off for the new blonde in his corner. The crowd is letting him have it for displaying such show-off tendencies, but no one grows tired of it quicker than the all-serious Low Ki. He’s so pissed off by it by the three minute mark, that after flipping out of a backdrop attempt, he flat out SLAPS NAMETH SQUARE IN THE FACE!! We can see Ki mouth off to Nameth and most likely reprimand him, but Nameth has his own response when he and Ki aggressively lock up, forcing one another up against the ropes!

Ki’s short patience has flared up Nameth’s short fuse and they’re knocking each other all over the place! Nameth seems like he wins out when he forces Ki into a corner, but suddenly Ki BURSTS out and forces Nameth all the way into the opposite corner, the tie-up still locked in! As Ki separates himself from Nicky, he lights him up with a trio of hard CHOPS(Wooooo!) that Nameth sells beautifully, stumbling in stinging pain to the center ring.

Nameth lands on his knees, leading Ki to go over and nail him with a pair of HARD SHOOT KICKS before pounding the mat and roaring and going for a FINISHING COMBO ROUNDHOUSE…NO!! Just like Danielson before him, Ki’s combo is broken by a ducking opponent, except Nameth grabs Ki from behind, only for the showoff to be knocked away by a well-placed Ki elbow. Ki rebounds off the ropes, only to eat a PERFECT DROPKICK!! Nameth pulls it out of his hat and a cover – 1…2…NO!!

While Wilde argues that Mahoney should count faster, Nameth has to stay on Ki and does so by wrapping him up in a tight headlock…and then showing off even more by flipping over with a bridge. When he does, he’s looking right at his new beauty, who loves every minute of Nicky’s arrogance. Nameth smiles as he wrenches at Ki’s head. He has to return to a normal frame of execution, but this allows Ki to get back to his feet and shove Nameth off of him into the ropes. On the rebound, Nicky looks for something but he’s stopped dead with the ROLLING KIPPOU!! THE ROLLING WHEEL KICK CONNECTS!! Nameth goes down hard, Ki with a cover – 1…2…NO!!

Wilde’s expression goes from moderate concern to calmness as Nameth gets back to his feet, still a little loopy. He’s so loopy, he doesn’t see Ki retreating to a corner before rushing back at him…AND SENDING HIM FLYING ACROSS THE RING WITH THE JOHN WOO KICK!! The selling is absolutely majestic as the proud American BLASTS against a ring corner as though he were just hit by a bomb. And Low Ki isn’t done, backing away and sizing Nameth back up before hitting the cartwheel…TIDAL CRUSH…NO!! Nameth ducks out of the corner at the last second, leaving Ki to kick nothing but the iron post.

As Ki resituates himself in the corner, he doesn’t have much time to recover because flying right at him is Nameth with a STINGER SPLASH!! Ki is sandwiched hard between body and steel and recoils out of the corner, right into the clutches of a waiting Nameth…who sends him up and over with an INVERTED SCOOP POWERSLAM!! Nameth with an impressive sequence, covering Ki – 1…2…3-NO!! Low Ki stays alive!

The Warrior slowly gets to his feet and has to try and gather himself while Nameth is over arguing with the zebra. When he sees Ki is vertical, Nameth rushes behind him…AND GOES FOR THE JUMPING REVERSE BULLDOG…NO!! Ki holds onto the top rope and sends Nameth’s head whiplashing off the canvas, rolling backwards. Nameth lands on his knees, which prompts Ki to pound the mat and then quickly GO FOR THE FINISHING ROUNDHOUSE…NO!! Nameth dodges the killing blow for the second time in the contest, spinning Ki all the way around. Nameth springs up big from his crouch position…AND NAILS THE JUMPING SPIKE DDT!! OH MY!! Low Ki’s head is absolutely driven into the canvas as Nameth shoots the half and turns him over – 1…2…3…NO!!!!

The crowd roars as Nameth is beside himself, almost laying hands on the referee. Wilde has to call him over to her as he leaps on the apron, trying to tell her new man to calm down. The two are touching foreheads as Wilde tries to soothe him, but their Zen moment is interrupted when Low Ki ROLLS NAMETH INTO A SCHOOL BOY – 1…2…3-NO!! Nameth shoves his legs up, only for both men to quickly get to their feet…as KI EATS A NAMETH LARIAT!!

Nameth doesn’t scramble to a cover, instead, looking on his prey with a sinister, angry, and cocky smile. He takes the beheaded Ki up and shoves him in a corner, smacking his face and playing with him for a moment. Wilde seems to like that, but is still telling him to ‘finish it’, Nameth now whipping Ki into the opposite corner…but Ki reverses it, whipping Nick instead. But Nameth doesn’t hit the corner…HE HANDSTANDS ON THE IRON POST!! Truly embracing his new showoff principles here, but no sooner does he get vertical does Low Ki come tumbling…AND SMASHES HIM RIGHT IN THE RIBS WITH THE TIDAL CRUSH!! Nameth’s new flash costs him as he goes tumbling to the canvas, Ki’s momentum already taking him to the apron as he quickly climbs, fueled by the crowd’s roars…WARRIOR’S WAY!! WARRIOR’S WAY!! KI NAILS IT!! The cover – 1…2…3…!!!

Winner: Low Ki at (8:40)

WOW!! Quite the quick sequence to finish this thing, as Nameth is sent rolling out of the ring for Ki to have his hand raised to an astonished crowd. They’re popping for what they suspected was an upset, as Nameth is having his girl try to help him lick his wounds. The show-off attitude of Nameth costs him dearly in his first match of the new season, although Wilde seems more concerned about his health than his disappointing loss or even looking angrily at Low Ki


Joey Styles:
Nick Nameth’s new relationship with this Taylor Wilde chick seems to already not be paying off! Hey Nicky! Women have caused empires to fall, so they can certainly cost you Tournament matches.

JBL:
I love American Made, I love Nick Nameth, but I actually have to agree with you, Joey. WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOIN’, YOU BONEHEAD?? You went through all that trouble to meet that girl! She’s gonna be there after the match, I promise you, so there’s no need to do all that showboatin’ nonsense!

Joey Styles:
One man’s misfortune is another man’s triumph and while Bradshaw should’ve gotten in the ear of his favorite tag team, Low Ki makes something out of it by pulling one of the bigger upsets of this entire tournament! The ninja-like cruiserweight who even lost his chance to form a permanent tag team with Jack Evans in the Offseason is actually advancing to the next round! How impressive is that?

JBL:
It’s a fluke. He took advantage of America when it was trying to be a gentleman. That’s no way to win.

Joey Styles:
Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me. You’ve absolutely got to be kidding me.



~Backstage, Commander’s office…


Paul Heyman, no longer in a neckbrace but still apparently in a wheelchair, is sitting by in his office behind his desk, where an awkward silence is definitely taking place. Shawn Michaels is sitting not too far from Heyman, just staring a hole though the man who ‘owns’ him. Heyman is looking up from his paperwork quite nervously at random intervals until he breathes a sigh of relief when there’s a knock at the door


Heyman:
PLEASE come in.

~The two individuals who walk in aren’t much more pleasing than Michaels, being the duo of “The Boondock Saint” Antonio Banks and his representative, Tyson Tarver. The still recovering Heyman doesn’t move from his chair

Heyman:
Ah, Mr. Banks and Mr. Tarver! How wonderful to see you both!

Banks:
Whatchu bring us in here for, Heyman?

Heyman:
Oh my, why the hostility?

Banks:
Maybe because the last time I was in here, you suspended me indefinitely for absolutely no reason.

Heyman:
Oh come now, Mr. Banks, I have plenty of reasons to have suspended you. Just like I have plenty of reasons to disqualify Mr. Tarver from the remainder of the Tournament.

~Banks, livid, almost jumps Heyman before Tarver actually steps and goes nose to nose with Heyman himself. Heyman isn’t looking the daunting boxer in the eye, but at the ground

Heyman:
Mr. Tarver, if you do not remove yourself from my face, then I will remove you from this company as quickly as you showed up.

~Banks gets between both men and pushes Tarver back

Banks:
So you have reasons, do you? Are those reasons that you just don’t want to see black men succeed? Huh? Are you that worried that the winner of the first Dynasty Tournament might be a black man? Will we stain your federation? Huh Heyman?

Heyman:
It has nothing to do with that, Mr. Banks, and you know it. I had to go over the rules over at my desk, but it clearly states that while it is decreed that one may use a representative in the Tournament, you are only allowed to do so after you win the first round. Not to compete in your place the whole way through, especially when you have been suspended indefinitely.

~Banks still looks behind pissed, even briefly looking over Heyman’s shoulder to see the unmoved Shawn Michaels, who finally changes expression to curl his lip and throw his hands up

Michaels
:
Don’t look at me. I hate him too.

~Banks scoffs a little and looks back to a growingly confident Heyman

Heyman:
Furthermore, while the winner of the Dynasty Tournament actually has the option to give away his title match should he choose, the fact that you blatantly let us all know that Mr. Tarver was here for you almost would have prevented that from happening. In other words, Mr. Banks, I’m not doing this because you’re black. I’m doing this because you have a big mouth, you broke the rules, and you just so happen to be black.

~Heyman now has one of his signature slimy smirks, completely catching Banks in a checkmate. Banks has no choice but to suck his teeth and turn his head away momentarily. In that moment, Tarver steps forward aggressively like a dog given the slightest slack on its leash, which Banks has to stop

Banks:
Chill out, Tyson. Don’t let the white devil rile you up like that. We’ll be back. That’s a promise.

~Banks takes Tarver and the two walk out of the room, leaving Heyman with his unbelievably smug face…

Heyman:
To believe, the nerve of some people to just break into my Dynasty Tournament, snap my rules in half, and try to do whatever they please.

~…until he turns around to see Shawn Michaels still sitting there, unnerving him just a bit more

Michaels
:
What. Are you gonna disqualify me too?

Heyman:
Actually, no. Your case is much simpler, Shawn. See, while you may have gone against what I thought was better judgment last week, I’ll simply use you to my advantage.

~Michaels doesn’t quite understand

Heyman:
See, Shawn, I still want the one thing I haven’t had yet. And that’s an AOW Champion I can be proud of, one that I have handpicked and called my own. I want my own AOW Champion, Shawn. And since you’ve already inserted and asserted yourself into the bracket…you’d better win. So whaddya say, Haich Bee Kay?

~Heyman laughs out loud

Heyman:
It’s not like you have a choice since I own you and all…but will you be Paul Heyman’s AOW World Heavyweight Champion?

~Heyman still has the look of a satisfied lawyer drilled into his face, directly contrasting HBK’s cold and stoic look. Michaels rises from his chair and gets in Heyman’s face, looming over the front of his desk

Michaels
:
Not for you. But for me.

Heyman:
Good. Because I still own you.

~Michaels, disgusted, gets out of Heyman’s face and walks out of the room himself, leaving Heyman alone to smirk away like the devil (not white devil) he is as we fade out…


~Back at ringside…


The commentators argue about Heyman’s motives and leadership ability (while also showing off that they have a new table, although it’s an ordinary wooden table from the back), though as they do so, Jack Hagar is making his way to the ring already, the crowd not reacting as hot because, naturally, they’ve already heard this theme song once tonight. Even so, the other half of American Made is as intense as ever, ready for the man who everyone here knows is gonna come out, but like Charlie Haas before him, isn’t gonna step down. Hagar’s intense focus is broken, however, when the rabid Hammerstein crowd starts up a chant we haven’t heard much, if at all, in AOW…

“JOE’S GONNA KILL YOU…”
“JOE’S GONNA KILL YOU…”
“JOE’S GONNA KILL YOU…”

…until “MAMA SAID KNOCK YOU OUT” bellows out following the Godzilla horn and makes the crowd go into a frenzy, as Samoa Joe steps on through the curtain for the first time this season, making his way down the ramp with his towel thrown over his head. The intimidating aura is all over the place for the One Man Army, who only takes off his towel once he’s in the ring and raises a fist towards the crowd that wants him to kill this American blonde. Joe doesn’t even so much as look at Hagar before dropping his towel off and doing some shadow boxing before the bell rings

Match 4
Samoa Joe
v.
Jack Hagar


These two athletic powerhouses play a tug-of-war with their strength, although the crowd never stops being behind Joe for one second. With his now healed elbow, there’s nothing really stopping Joe from going all out on his power, but three minutes in, Hagar cuts him off with a surprising TACKLE TO THE KNEE, which forces Joe to seek a corner for refuge and recovery. Hagar surprises him there, too, when he ambushes Joe with a massive HIGH RUNNING KNEE!! Joe’s big body recoils and falls, Hagar shooting a half – 1…2…NO!

It’ll take a lot more than that and Nameth knows it, opting now to club Joe around and then trap him in a chin lock. Trying to wear down the Samoan is easier said than done, as Joe feeds off the crowd and gets back to his feet and tries to fight out of the draining lock, only for Hagar to keep the hold on and even jump on Joe’s back. Joe can sustain the weight, even pulling Hagar over into the ISLAN DRIVER POSITION…but Hagar notices this and lets go and gets to his feet, driving a quick knee into Joe’s ribs. As Joe bends over, the All-American goes for a HEAD AND ARM SUPLEX…BUT JOE TURNS IT INTO A BACK BODY DROP!!

The reversal gets the crowd back into it, as Hagar springs back to his feet, only to take an INVERTED ATOMIC DROP!! Joe then follows up with a rebound and a SINGLE LEG DROPKICK!! He bursts back to his feet and rebounds again towards the downed Hagar and finishes the combo with a SICK RUNNING SENTON! The weight of Joe gets a cover – 1…2…NO!! The young stud has more life to give!

Joe knows the focused young grappler has more, so he immediately tries to drain it out of him by transitioning…RIGHT INTO AN STF!! THE STF!! The long limbs of Hagar are forced to constrict on himself, Joe trying to get him to tap out here. Hagar manages to make some headway on the crawl towards the ropes…BUT JOE TRANSITIONS RIGHT INTO A CROSSFACE!! The forever shifting offense of Samoa Joe retraps the All-American who has to struggle even more now to get to the ropes…AND MANAGES TO FIND IT WITH HIS FOOT! The long limbs of Hagar work to his advantage there, Joe keeping on him even as he lets him get to his feet. Hagar shoves Joe away once he gets vertical, giving him some room. Joe looks to close up that gap right away, but as Joe rushes, he’s caught when Hagar shoots…AND HITS A DOUBLE LEG TAKEDOWN POWERSLAM!! Joe surprised once again – 1…2…3-NO!!

Hagar is again aware of how much damage the One Man Army can take, and with a moniker like that, why not. He pulls the limp body of Joe closer to a corner before going across the ring to the opposite corner. We can all see what’s coming as Hagar rushes all the way across and bounces up for the HAGARBOMB…JOE STANDS UP AND CATCHES HAGAR ON HIS SHOULDERS…SAMOAN DROP!! OH MY!! An incredibly impressive move the from Joe, but he doesn’t get to make a cover, as Hagar is very ring-aware and rolls out of the ring. This still doesn’t save Hagar, as the crowd starts buzzing as Joe spins around in the ring and rebounds off the ropes…ELBOW SUICIDA!! ELBOW SUICIDA!!

The big suicide elbow has the crowd in a frenzy as both men go down, Joe the first man up and tries to drag Hagar back into the ring…but Hagar comes to life and SHOVES JOE SPINE FIRST INTO THE RING STEPS!! He then backs up a few feet…before BLASTING JOE WITH A BIG BOOT AGAINST THE STAIRS!! Brian Hebner is hitting the count out and is at a five count, Hagar stumbling back into the ring. He begs for him to count faster as Joe is dead up against the rocks. With each motion of the zebra’s arm, Hagar gets more and more antsy, looking to defeat Joe by any means, the count already at an eight now. Joe groggily peels himself off the steel and stumble against the apron on then nine count…before ROLLING IN JUST BEFORE THE TEN!!

The crowd roars as Hagar is infuriated. The usually more calm half of American Made seems to have inherited his partner’s hair-trigger temper, as he’s going off on Hebner that he should have counted faster. Joe still hasn’t gotten to his feet, however, Hagar now taking his rage out of Joe with stomp after stomp after stomp. The ref has to back Hagar away from Joe’s body since he’s still so close to the ropes, but Hagar is having none of it, almost knocking over Hebner until Hebner restrains him again, warning him that he might get DQ’d. Hagar seems to calm down a little bit, but before he can turn back towards Joe, Samoa Joe suddenly LUNGES AT HAGAR FROM BEHIND, CLIMBS ONTO HIS BACK…AND THEN PULLS HIM DOWN WITH THE CLUTCH!! THE COQUINA CLUTCH!! The rear naked choke is locked in deep as the crowd cheers along, Hagar losing life by the second…before finally TAPPING OUT!!

Winner: Samoa Joe at (8:33)

Hagar put up a fight, but Joe puts up an even bigger one, managing to make the tall and powerful Hagar tap out! Joe releases The Clutch and has to roll over to a corner to put his weight on and get up, the damage he took outside the ring still ringing in his bones. Hagar hasn’t moved much, if at all, since choking out, but Joe’s hand gets raised in the corner to a big pop


Joey Styles:
Samoa Joe keeps his promise, as Jack Hagar gave Joe all he could handle, but in the end, Samoa Joe did make somebody fall to his hands.

JBL:
Samoa Joe is a bad, bad man, Joey. As disappointed as I am in American Made, they both put up valiant fights, but unlike Nick Nameth, Jack Hagar at least has the excuse that he damn near handicapped the One Man Army!

Joey Styles:
That is a very impressive feat in itself, but Joe managed to literally wrangle Hagar into the position of his choosing before putting him in the position of his liking and that’s in the rear naked choke.

JBL:
I know I’m supposed to be unbiased, but I think that might be my favorite submission hold in AOW.

Joey Styles:
It’s certainly potent, but speaking of favorites, John, you’ve mentioned your swooning love for American Made here tonight, but do you have any actual favorites in this tournament?

JBL:
Of course I do. I’m a bettin’ man. You know that.

Joey Styles:
Care to share with us then, Mr. Reno?

JBL:
I’m legally not allowed to use that name anymore. But my favorites really shouldn’t be a surprise, but I’ll stick with only three of’em – Dave Finlay, William Regal, an’ Shelton Benjamin. Finlay an’ Regal have done this for a long, long time an’ I know some people are lookin’ to the Dynasty Tournament as a way for a young star to break the glass ceiling, but I say to those people the glass ceiling doesn’t just exist for the young, but for the older too. Do you know how long it took me to break through? No, these guys have all the experience an’ aggression in the world an’ they’re ready to break on through.

Joey Styles:
Fair enough, fair enough, but what about your Shelton Benjamin pick?

JBL:
He’s hungry, Joey. He’s broken out from that leech Charlie Haas, he’s got a whole new attitude, he’s literally addicted and compelled by competition, an’ if there’s anyone here that can withstand all the punishment this bracket has to offer, it’s him. This is an endurance contest too, Joey, an’ Shelton Benjamin is the perfect athlete built for the long haul.

Joey Styles:
Good analysis, partner, but if you ask me who my favorites are, I’ll say –

JBL:
I never asked you that. An’ I’m not gonna ask that. What a terrible question.

Joey Styles:
Too bad, because I’m answering anyway. I’m gonna pick some dark horses, some guys that I know have the ability to make it, but some people might count them out. I’m gonna go with Charlie Haas for the same reasons you picked Shelton Benjamin. I’m gonna say Jamie Noble because we know and we’ve seen exactly what he’s capable of if he’s put in a spot like this. And just to make you happy, John, I’m gonna also pick CM Punk. Because there isn’t a more driven man in this bracket when we get right down to it.

JBL:
If CM Punk makes it to the Finals, not even win the Finals, just get there, I swear to the mighty Father above, I quit.

Joey Styles:
In that case, I’ll definitely be rooting for CM Punk. But that’s not to count out that man right there, Samoa Joe, because he still hasn’t been pinned or made to submit in his entire run in AOW! But coming up on the other side of our break, we’ve got main event action and the last match in the opening round. One of my favorites, Jamie Noble, will go head to head with the last man who picked a ball and hasn’t shown up yet –

JBL:
An’ one of my favorites!

Joey Styles:
…and one of John’s favorites, William Regal! A Mercenary and a Pitbull do battle, live, next, and it’s confirmed finally that we WILL be joined on commentary by the AOW World Heavyweight Champion himself! Keep it here!


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**



We return from the break with the sound of “WELCOME TO WHITECHAPEL” hitting the threshold, marking the arrival for the third member of Mercs, Inc. in this bracket, William Regal. Regal looks far more distinguished than his counterparts, his lavish jacket enveloping him rather than a tattered jacket. Me makes it to the ring with an actual mixed reaction, just like the other members of his stable. He wipes his feet on the apron and then steps in before taking of his coat and not even handing it to the referee, Ray Ramsey, but Tony Chimel. Chimel just stands there, somewhat dumbfounded at what to do with this grand rug. Regal adjusts his wrist tape and doesn’t do any crowd playing, keeping a stoic expression locked on.

This seriousness stays around until “A COUNTRY BOY CAN SURVIVE” hits to an ovation that would surprise anyone who didn’t watch the Offseason (shame on them), but Jamie Noble bursts on through purely fueled by adrenaline. He’s pumping his arms left and right before walking on down the ramp, slapping hands with some fans before sliding in and throwing his hands up to play to the crowd for a moment, his cutoff jean tights on for extra trailer park effect

But the crowd saves it’s biggest pop of the night for when “JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES” hits, the entire Hammerstein lighting up and blowing the roof off for AOW World Heavyweight Champion, Christian Cage. This comes as a surprise to most everyone in the building at the time, seeing as how they didn’t know Christian would even be here tonight. Cage looks out and finds his peeps as he holds in title over his shoulder and comes on down the ramp. He takes a look at both men in the ring before giving a slight nod in the direction of Jamie Noble. He roams around and then takes his place at the announce “booth” alongside JBL and Styles.


Christian:
Woh, tight spaces. John, Joey, nice to see you guys again.

Joey Styles:
Christian Cage, always a pleasure. It’s been a while since you were out here on commentary, hasn’t it?

Christian:
Yeah, I feel like it has. Last time it happened I was kinda out of my mind, but yeah.

JBL:
So what exactly are you doin’ here, ‘Savior’? You turned away a very worthy challenger last week in Chris Jericho an’ now you’re out here doing who knows what.

Christian:
I’m just scouting some guys out because somebody in this Tournament is gonna be the next guy I face for this title. And I also wanna show a little support for Jamie Noble because that little dude is one of the toughest SOBs I’ve ever been stuck in a ring with.

JBL:
Well get a good look because William Regal’s gonna take that SOB an’ whip him good.


MAIN EVENT

2008 Trios Tournament Winner William Regal
v.
Jamie Noble


These two seasoned veterans stay at a technical pace in the early goings, but Regal catches a break when Noble lands hard on his left shoulder. This opens up a window for the Mercs, Inc. member, who goes to work on picking Noble’s shoulder and arm apart and take out a whole chunk of his offense. Noble still fights back like the scrappy little bastard that he is, resulting in him keeping in it three minutes in, only for him to be cut off when Regal WRENCHES HIS ARM and sends Noble face-first into the canvas!

Regal continues to work over the arm, but Noble scraps back to his feet and starts delivering kick after kick to Regal’s thighs. But Regal stops the rabid assault with a harsh European uppercut. But Noble responds with another KICK. The crowd cheers with that blow, but Regal retaliates with another European uppercut, and the crowd BOOs along with it. The two then start knocking each other at an accelerating pace –

YAY!!

BOO!!

YAY!!

BOO!!
BOO!!
BOOO!!

Regal takes the groggy Noble and pulls his face in and DRILLS HIM WITH A KNEE…before hitting him with DOUBLE KNEES!! Noble drops to his knees then before falling face-first into the canvas, allowing Regal to shoot the half and roll him over – 1…2…3-NO!! The heart of Noble is on display a bit there, but Regal isn’t taking any chances. He doesn’t really let up, instead opting to pull Noble up by the same targeted shoulder and send it CRASHING into his own shoulder with a shoulder block. Noble stumbles to recover, only for Regal to set him up and nail a perfect VERTICAL SUPLEX! Regal scurries to another cover – 1…2…NO!!

Noble throws the shoulder up once again, but it’s the same targeted shoulder and Regal grabs it and digs his knee right into it, making it a sort of armbar now. Noble refuses to tap out and tries to get the crowd back in this, eventually able to get to a seated position and then to a knee. Regal tries to push the move harder, but Noble is able to get up and use Regal’s own grip and momentum to push him chest-first into a corner. As soon as he hits, Noble lights him up with a DROPKICK TO THE BACK, pushing him up against the corner once again! As Regal falls back, he falls into Noble’s clutches of a SCHOOL BOY – 1…2…3-NO!!

Regal showing some veteran fight there, but as he gets to his feet, he’s greeted by a Noble kick to the gut and then lifted up….AND PUT DOWN WITH A DROP SUPLEX!! Regal falls flat on his face, but he has enough presence of mind to roll away as he hits, preventing Noble from getting an immediate cover. But Noble is still on his case, opting to climb on up to the top rope and wait for Regal to get back up…AND NOBLE NAILS A BIG TIME CROSSBODY!! Noble falls and sustains the lateral press after going airborne – 1…2…3-NO!! Regal manages to get Noble’s body off of his, once again having the presence of mind to roll away, this time out of the ring. Noble still has an eye on his English foe, waiting until Regal has gathered himself…running…SUICIDE DIVE…but Regal jumps on the apron at the last minute…AND DRILLS THE RUNNING NOBLE WITH A KNEE TO THE SKULLL JUST AS HIS HEAD POKES THROUGH THE ROPES!

The elder man Regal still showing not only agility, but world-renound ring smarts at that. Noble goes down hard, clutching at the top of his head. The savage gentleman once again wipes his feet off before he enters the ring and then wastes no time picking up the possibly concussed Noble and sets him up…NAILING HIM WITH A HALF-NELSON SUPLEX!! Noble goes flinging across the ring from the big flip, Regal chasing him down a bit, but doesn’t go for an immediate cover. Instead, he kicks Noble into place and then ascends to the middle rope…AND COMES DOWN WITH A KNEE DROP!! Driving the knee into the back of Noble’s neck, Regal again shoots the half – 1…2…3…NO!! Noble kicks out somehow!

Regal is agitated, but remains his very dignified self. He brushes himself off before taking up Noble and grabbing him in the reverse cradle, setting up for the REGAL PLEX…NO!! Noble rolls forward and maneuvers his way out of the cradle while at the same time tangling Regal’s own legs…AND LOOKS FOR THE TRAILER HITCH…but Regal gets to the ropes relatively early in the hold, clutching his heart because he knew that could’ve been it. He uses the ropes to climb back vertical against a corner, only to be hit by a Noble RUNNING EXPLODING ELBOW! Regal drifts out of the corner from the harsh blow, right into Noble’s clutches with a FIREMAN’S CARRY…NO!! He slips off and sets Noble up again…REGAL PLEX!! He finishes the sequence how he wanted to start, keeping the bridge – 1…2…3-NO!! NOBLE STAYS ALIVE!!

Regal now is seeing what made Christian Cage get frustrated and he has even more reason to be frustrated because one look up at the big screen now shows that the dreaded countdown clock has shown up. And he’s suddenly only got 56 more seconds to end this thing! Regal doesn’t immediately panic, however, using that new adrenaline rush to take the downed Noble…AND LOCK IN THE REGAL STRETCH!! The arm trap brings Noble’s shoulder back into light, but neither man can actually afford for too much of a struggle here. Noble fights back with all his might, the crowd begging him not to tap, as he squirms around and looks for the ropes beside Regal’s gritting teeth…AND HE DRAPES AN ARM OVER A BOTTOM ROPE!!

But that entire exchange ate up precious time, Noble trying to get to his feet eating up even more time. Regal tries to push the issue, but Noble is ready and pushes Regal up on his shoulders…AND NAILS HIM WITH THE DOUBLE KNEE GUTBUSTER!! The veteran loses himself in the time constrains for a moment and it might cost him – 1…2…3-NO!! It’s Regal’s turn to show some vigilance!! Noble is getting frustrated now, even more so when he looks up to see only 20 seconds left! Noble now tries to pull up the dead body of Regal, forcing the double underhooks while watching the clock…TIGER DRIVER…NO!! Regal spins out and drills Noble’s weak shoulder over and over with several elbows!! The early target comes back to bite as Noble is reduced to his knees, only to see Regal rebound off the ropes…AND CRUSH HIM IN THE TEMPLE WITH THE KNEE TREMBLER!! Noble might be dead and have a dislocated shoulder, the shots to Noble’s head now coming into play as Regal holds down the injured shoulder and pretty much prays while he’s covering, the crowd counting to and from three all at the same time – 1(3!!)…2(2!!)…3(1!!)…!!!

Winner: William Regal at (9:58)

JUUUUUST in the nick of time! The referee’s hand comes down before one more second could be shown and erased, as well as just before the buzzer sounds. The crowd cheers because the buzzer both sounds and is defeated, but then reduces to buzz when it’s Regal’s music that plays. He’s still getting a mixed reaction, however, even as his hand is raised.


JBL:
You see that! That man right there is the man who is gonna go all the way to the end!

Christian:
He beats the bell, but that doesn’t mean he’s gonna beat me.

Joey Styles:
Indeed, William Regal literally just beats the bell, having to take advantage of Noble’s shoulder that he targeted earlier.

JBL:
Who cares how he won? Christian, he just beat a man in less than ten minutes that it took you a combined fifty minutes to beat!

Joey Styles:
Yeah, but what about – what the hell?!


Noble and Regal have since rolled out of the ring, but just like last week, all of the lights in the arena GO OUT!! The Hammerstein buzzes incredibly as the announce ‘table’ tries to figure the situation out, only for Christian to know exactly what’s going on. We can hear him take his headset off and in the shadows, see a figure moving towards the ring. The mystery suddenly stops when we hear the same eerie voice in the same eerie tone as we did last week…

???
:
Chriiiiiiistian…Chriiiiiiistian…


Where last week we got the spotlight, this week instead…it’s the big yin-yang screen that lights up. On the screen is none other than Chris Jericho. The crowd delivers an incredible amount of heat as he shows up, the screen light giving us the sight of Christian standing in the middle of the ring, watching the screen. Jericho himself is in one of his signature suits and seems to be not in a dark area, but sitting in…in a hospital?

Jericho:
I hope you’re having a wonderful evening, oh Savior. Because I’m in a place where nobody has a real wonderful evening. Mount Sinai Hospital. In Toronto, Ontario, Canada.

~A sense of awe is felt around the Hammerstein and through the television screen. We flash to the arena only to see Christian’s face go from puzzled and focused…to almost terrified…

Jericho:
And on this day, June 11th, there’s someone in this building who means a hellova lot to you. Isn’t there, Christian? But instead of being here with them, you selfishly decided to remain in New York and sit amongst an arena of tapeworms.

~Jericho gets up from his chair, obviously in a hospital waiting area. He talk as he walks down a hall

Jericho:
See Christian, you doubted so much that you deserved to hold that title because you didn’t want to push anyone back down the mountain. Because once you sit atop the summit, you become the very thing you wanted to fight against. And I can see you’re trying to find that balance now…but what about here? Outside of the ring? Can you be a savior here as well…? Or are you still just unworthy…?

~Jericho stops walking at a door leading to a patient’s room. A man with a clipboard and a lab coat exits the room and stops in front of Jericho, who changes his mastermind tone to talk to this man like a trembling little boy

Jericho:
Hello, sir. Is this the room for Carla Reso?

Man:
Yes, sir, it is. But she’s being prepped for a rather important surgery. Only her immediate family is allowed to see her.

Jericho:
Oh, but I am. I’m her son. Jason Christian Reso.

~We can hear and feel all the air in New York just leave the entire building. The man with the clipboard flips through the papers on it

Man:
Ah, yes, here you are. Don’t stay for too long. She needs her rest and time for the medication to take effect. But we assure you, sir, your mother is going to be all right.

~The man puts a hand on “Jason’s” shoulder, reassuring him before walking away. Jericho’s expression goes from Tiny Tim to that of Charles Manson

Jericho:
Do you hear that, Christian? Your mother is going to be all right.

~Jericho opens the door and puts a foot in, slowly creeping in by leaving his head on the outside

Jericho:
You were right last week, Christian. You stop a god by refusing to believe in them. But that, oh Savior…

~…a close up on Jericho’s demented grin and gaze

Jericho:
…that is where devils thrive.


…and with that, Jericho slowly drifts behind the door, the sick, puppetmaster smile never leaving his face as he disappears behind the door. All we can do is cut back to the arena and see Christian Cage, the AOW World Heavyweight Champion, the Savior, the Man on the Moon, the Instant Classic…reduced to his knees with a look of horror etched, tears streaming down his face.

Joey Styles:
Oh my god…this…Chris Jericho has just reached an entire new low…


The final image we have of this edition of Wednesday Night Oblivion is a man who fought against everything a man could fight against to reach the top of a wrestling company and despite every personal attack imaginable is on his knees, his arms reaching out towards the big screen, trying to console his ailing mother in Toronto from New York. But ultimately, the man who reduced a god to shambles is himself reduced to calling out, into the vast emptiness, for his mother as we

Fade…

To…

Black…

END SHOW




~RISE OF A DYNASTY~
June 2nd, 2008 - MGM Grand; Las Vegas, Nevada
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~2008 Dynasty Tournament~

~Quarter Finals~

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Danielson vs. Aero Star
Two Words HOLY SHIT!!!!! This match had me on the edge of my seat the entire time
Aero Star looked like a million bucks. I couldn't believe that he actually got the win considering how strongly Danielson has been booked
in AOW.

Charlie Haas vs Manu
I really liked the sub plot going into the match. Even though Haas and Benjamin aren't a team they're still in competition with each other
While a short match it showed how much of a monster Manu is. But I do have to ask. Has Manu or the SFC ever won a match in AOW??? I can't remember one

Kidman Sydal segment
I've been reading the interaction between the two and waiting for a pay off. I think you book Kidman better than he ever was in real life.
But I have to say I didn't like him throwing his hat into the dynasty tourney hoping to meet Sydal at some point. There are way
too many people in it to have these two match up in the first round. Maybe he's just stringing Sydal along. Maybe he really wants what's best for him IDK.
The attack by Doane and Masters was fine by me. I've always been a Ken Doane fan so he can do no wrong in my book.

Nick Nameth vs Low Ki.
Love the pairing of Nameth and Taylor Wilde. Low Ki put on a solid performance as usual and the was Nameth lost by showing off for Wilde instead of finishing the job was good storytelling.

Banks Segment
I guess he was too smart for his own good and now he and his representative are out of the Dynasty tournament. Don't like the back and forth with HBK and Heyman because
we saw enough of it last season. I really hope Michaels doesn't win the Dynasty tournament

Joe Vs Hagar
Not in one bit did I expect Joe to lose this match. Good back and forth but Joe did what we all expected.
He's definitely my pick to win the tournament.

Regal vs Noble
Great to see Mercenaries INC. pick up another win. My favorite stable as I'm a huge Albright mark. Noble has been looking like a legit
contender since the offseason matches with Christian. I'm sure it's going to lead to something down the road. The down to the wire win
also added a great layer of tension in the contest.

"Who cares how he won? Christian, he just beat a man in less than ten minutes that it took you a combined fifty minutes to beat!"
That line by JBL holds so much truth and has to shake Christian just a little bit more. Perfect placement.

Final segment
FUCKING FUCK!!!!!!!! The booking of Jericho in this thread is truly amazing. First the promo last week and now this???? I find myself hanging on to every word he says
I could actually feel the terror that Christian felt during this segment and that my friend is great writing. I look forward to where this goes.

I was originally gonna give this show an 8/10 but after that final segment I had to change that to a 9/10 Awesome show dude and I can't wait to see how the dynasty tournament plays out.
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The final segment with Jericho entering into Christian's mom room was a pretty strong way to end the show. I haven't been reviewing but I have been keeping an eye out in the distance and I like what you're doing. Very different stuff, different feel - particularly with the Christian/Jericho stuff.

If I may offer a rather small suggestion though. No need for Styles commentary at the end. We don't need to hear from him, because that awesome moment of Jericho stepping in and then Christian crying was perfect on it's own. Just let it sit.

Good stuff though, bro. I'll be reading. Keep it up.
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First of all, allow me geek out similarly to the way I geeked out when PARANoIR and Wolfy posted in here for the first time: ZOMG DDMAC RESPONDED TO MY THREAD!!

...and now to business. First, a couple of statements in some feedback that I'd like to address...

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While a short match it showed how much of a monster Manu is. But I do have to ask. Has Manu or the SFC ever won a match in AOW??? I can't remember one
Actually, they had a small winning streak after they debuted and even became the first team to beat the then-champion WGTT clean. They also made it to the second round of the Trios Tournament, which means they had to have won at least once.

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I've been reading the interaction between the two and waiting for a pay off. I think you book Kidman better than he ever was in real life.
But I have to say I didn't like him throwing his hat into the dynasty tourney hoping to meet Sydal at some point. There are way too many people in it to have these two match up in the first round. Maybe he's just stringing Sydal along. Maybe he really wants what's best for him IDK.
This concerns me a little bit. While I have been playing up the randomness of the Dynasty Tourney and this is probably one big punch to the gut of that and that's probably a big 'my bad' on my part, but I've never gotten much feedback in regards to the Sydal/Kidman storyline. I have always had a long-term plan for this, but I wasn't sure if people liked it or if they saw it as a 'pet project' (which it honestly isn't) and thought I was shoving it down their throats. This segment has a storyline (and character, for that matter) purpose, but if it's not well received or is just a bad story, it's also a nice place to end it .

Also, yeah, the Styles commentary was probably out of place and not needed, but I was looking for perhaps a small mental break from what just happened before keeping going. Again, I see now it was probably better without.


Anywho, now off to an unspoiled bit of rather important bundle of news...

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The decision to take Antonio Banks off TV in kayfabe was not AOW’s ruling at all, so say my sources. It was the fault of FX’s executive meddling, which to this point, is the first and only time FX has ever directly made AOW have a creative change. The network did this out of an intense precaution, seeing as how the young wrestling company and the network itself could get in trouble for showing Banks even in a non-competition role. This may also cause AOW to have to report to the network with any future provocative material. That scenario is thinking of things to the largest extreme, and seeing as how FX has been incredibly generous with the budding company so far, there’s no evidence to indicate it would be taken that far.

However, it must be noted that the next the next two editions of Oblivion are to be taped for the first time in the company’s young history. Whether this is another precaution by FX or for any other reason, but ticket sales for this week’s Oblivion have been dated as “June 17th“ and “June 24th” rather than June 18thand 25th. Apparently, they will be taped Tuesday and then aired Wednesday night at their regular times. More details will come as I gain insight as to why this and why at this particular time when the company knows it’s ratings will be under review and has a Supershow following the two taped shows.

That being said, AOW is likely to feel the pressure this summer. As if the Banks situation weren’t enough, ratings dropped off after great numbers for the Season Premiere and likely aren’t going to get much higher in the summer thanks to the 2008 Olympic Games being on the horizon. This might cause AOW to go back into the mindset they were late last year in trying to prove their worth by trying to pop ratings with bigger weekly shows, which the company has always done but what they sort of should be doing anyway with a PPV right around the corner. But like last time, this could result in more hotshot weekly booking.

Back to the Banks situation, plans were originally to have Tyson Tarver be called up later rather than sooner and be Banks’ muscle and potentially the first member of a stable if the company ever wanted to reach back out to the members of Cryme Tyme for full-time contracts. Unfortunately, the ruling that Banks couldn’t compete on-screen forced them to play their hand earlier and call up Tarver before they intended to and now it might appear that both men might have to be off-screen until Banks’ No Compete Clause has run its course. How badly this hurts AOW’s plans and Bank’s momentum in the long run is sure to be something to take note of in coming months.

In regards to other backstage news, the decision for Aero Star to go over Bryan Danielson in their Dynasty Tournament match was a bit of a ‘heads up’ sort of call that was meant to show AOW is looking to make cruiserweight wrestling a focal point in the coming season. Last season, the Cruiserweight Champion Danielson was heavily featured, but not so much the rest of the division bar Tres Reyes’ showing at The Outer Limits. The breaking up of Low Jack, the ongoing push of Jamie Noble, the rumored signing potential of Chris Sabin, as well as the possible payoff to the Sydal/Kidman saga is all part of this potential focus on the division.

With the event of Oblivion now being shown on 24-hour tape delay, I, The Informer, will take it upon myself to be there live at both events to cover live-update spoilers for anyone interested.

Until next time, this has been The Informer…
...and some website news...


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THE FAN BRACKET SHOWCASE

Announcing for the first time in AOW history, it’s the fans that literally get to decide what they want! At the AOW’s Rise of a Dynasty Supershow in Las Vegas, the eight finalists of the Dynasty Tournament will face off until there’s one winner. But just because a competitor who put up a hellova fight and didn’t make it to the final rounds doesn’t mean they should sit out completely. And if your favorite didn’t make it to Vegas, well now’s your chance to send’em there!

Introducing the AOW Fan Bracket Showcase – a few feature that lets the fans vote to determine who they would like to see compete in a separate match at Rise of a Dynasty! It may not be a Tournament match, but it’s a way to thank the fans for their support and to reward hard-working members of the AOW roster who may have just come up short.

So how does the Fan Bracket Showcase work? Following this week’s edition of Oblivion, a poll will go up of every member of the AOW roster who was eliminated from the Tournament. Then, log on to aohdubya.com whenever and wherever you’d like to cast a vote for anyone you want from that poll to get a shot at showcasing their abilities at Rise of a Dynasty! Depending on how many votes there are and for whom those votes are for, the competitors with the highest number of votes will compete in a 1-on-1 match…or, if demanded, a 2-on-2 match, or better yet, a Trios contest! Don’t leave your favorite off the card – vote often!


AOHDUBYA.COM EXCLUSIVES

Spoiler for The Secession Will Not Be Televised:


~Backstage, what seems like the locker room area. It looks to be the scene of last week’s Oblivion, as Nick Nameth is sitting by himself on a bench, looking sort of flustered. In walks Taylor Wilde, who has a bit of a timid look on her face…

Nameth
:
Where’ve you been? I’ve been looking all over for you.

Wilde:
I’ve been around. But I just figured you wouldn’t like to see me after you lost.

Nameth:
Well, yeah I was pissed, but I’d still like to see you. I mean, I lost the match because I was showing off. I didn’t lose the match because I lost my temper like usual.

Wilde:
Yeah, but you were showing off for me.

Nameth:
And that’s my fault. You don’t worry about that.

Wilde:
Okay. So…do you want me at ringside for any more of your matches?
~Nameth gets up from his seated position and puts his hands on Wilde’s shoulders and glides down her arms to hold her hands

Nameth
:
Taylor, f course I do. What, just because I lost one match, we’d break up? No way!
~No sooner does Nameth say that does Jack Hagar walk into the room tending to his shoulder/neck area after being choked out by Samoa Joe

Hagar:
You guys alright?

Nameth:
Yeah. Guess the luck of the draw kind of got us both, huh?

Hagar:
Luck of the draw? I got a machine in Samoa Joe and you got a guy who until a few weeks ago, was hanging out with a break dancing white guy! Luck of the draw my foot!

Wilde:
Okay, so he got distracted. What, you wanna break up the team because something happened?

Hagar:
No.

Wilde:
Okay then let’s get all this tension out of all of us! Alright, so American Made is a collective 0-2 to begin Season 2. But you'll bounce back! Guys, you represent America. Is it the American way to overact to something at first?

Nameth:
Actually, yeah. Yeah it is.

Wilde:
Okay, so maybe more often than not it is. But then what does America do?

Hagar:
We calm down and handle business.

Wilde:
Right! So you’ve got the losses under your belt. The whole Season isn’t lost. Now just collect each other and kick some ass for the Stars n’ Stripes every chance you get after this.
~Hagar dips his chin and purses his lips, pointing at Wilde

Hagar:
I like her. She’s a keeper.

Nameth:
Damn right. Oh, hey Taylor, a note for you…don’t be afraid to uh…get more involved in our matches. You catch my drift?

Wilde:
Way ahead of you Nicky.

Nameth:
Don’t call me that.

Hagar:
Niiicky.

Nameth:
I MEAN IT!
~The hamminess of that delivery shows it’s not entirely serious, but all three leave the locker room together, still together after airing out their differences as we fade away…



Spoiler for Frat Street’s Back, Alright!:


~Backstage, the Green Zone interview set…

Romero
:
Steve Romero here and my guests at this time…the duo of Ken Doane and Chris Masters, who wish to be known collectively…
~Romero takes in a great big sigh before Doane off-camera hisses at him

(Off-screen)Doane:
Say the line!
~Romero sighs again and rolls his eyes

Romero
:
Known collectively as the team of…DAT MUSCLE.
~Doane and Masters now enter from the left and right, respectively, onto our screens. They both look like they’re in wrestling attire, but they’re also wearing…fraternity jackets? They’re green and white, a trio of gold letters going down the side. Their cockiness is overwhelming; Kenny is smacking gum, while Masters crosses his gigantic arms

Romero
:
Uh…gentlemen, this past Wednesday, we saw not only your return, Chris, but the team of you delivering a beatdown to both Matt Sydal and the man he looks up to, Billy Kidman. First, Chris Masters, a big question everyone’s asking is why are you back and teaming with Ken Doane?

Masters:
Of course everyone’s asking that. I mean, they should. The last time AOW saw Chris Masters, he was getting slung around pretty bad by Kenny over here. We’ve had our beef and we aired it out. But you don’t ever turn your back on a brother. And no beef is so big, you can’t forgive your brother for it. And Kenny found himself at a low point, so I didn't leave him behind.

Romero:
Brother? I don’t understand.

Masters:
What, are you blind? Check the jackets, mutt. We’re both members of the only professional wrestling fraternity around (points to the letters on his jacket) – Alpha Sigma Slamma.
~

Romero:
How clever. But that still doesn’t quite explain the senseless attack on the defenseless Matt Sydal and Billy Kidman.

Doane:
Oh, boo hoo. Y’know what? I’m sick and tired of people feeling sorry for Matt Sydal. The guy’s a loser. He doesn’t deserve anything in the world, but what does he get? Title shots? Entries into the Tournament? And what do I get? I get banned by Paul Heyman from even competing in the Dynasty Tournament!

Romero:
Well, to be fair, Kenny, you did kind of leg drop –

Doane:
Yeah, yeah, through a table, whatever. The point is, is I was down. I felt like absolute crap after gettin' kicked out of the Tourney and threatened. Then I remembered I had a brother to fall back on. But I'd done him wrong too. But unlike Paul Heyman, this is a true man and we worked things out. Now, life’s a party!

Masters:
Hell yeah!

Doane:
And we’re gonna celebrate by snappin’ Sydal and his little teacher in half because that’s what they deserve. Not pity. Not an audience. Not matches.

Masters:
That’s right. They deserve to get Masterlocked and leg dropped. And then we’re gonna party ‘til the cows come home.
~Doane and Masters reach across Romero and do a special handshake before we fade away…

Doane & Masters:
DAT MUSCLE! Brotherhood sustains us!



Spoiler for It’s All About The Benjamin:


~The standard exclusives white background, but the man standing in front of the camera is not white being Shelton Benjamin

Benjamin:
Charlie Haas. You lucky son of a bitch.
~Shelton’s shaking his head in near laughing disbelief

Benjamin:
It just so happens that someone gets disqualified and gives you a chance to compete in the next round. And I mean technically, you did beat my time. But you know that’s not what I’m about.
~Benjamin jabs a thumb at himself

Benjamin:
Naw. Shelton Benjamin is all about proving just how better he is. You’re not better than me because you technically beat my time. Oh no. You’re not better than me period. You wanna know why? Because Shelton Benjamin doesn’t just live for competition. I AM competition!
~Benjamin is fired up

Benjamin:
And by the end of this tournament, I promise you, I promise all of you – Charlie Haas, CM Punk, Christian Cage – anybody and everybody – that you will know Shelton Benjamin is the athletic ace that’s just head and shoulders better than anything goin’.
~Benjamin flashes a cocky smirk

Benjamin:
How’s that for technicality?
~Benjamin snidely chuckles to himself, full of brash arrogance as the camera fades away…



June 18th, 2008

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

“Changing the Questions”


.:Confirmed For Oblivion:.

~Rd. 2 of the Dynasty Tournament is officially underway! Five matches, all of them pushing more limits with a time limit of 15 MINUTES!!
~…but no one still knows who they’re facing as the brackets are re-randomized. Who will face who?
~Christian Cage IS NOT in attendance, but rumors are swirling that someone much more sinister is…
~Names like Shelton Benjamin, Aero Star, Samoa Joe, and Rey Mysterio guaranteed to be in action!
~All this and more in store!




What does the pair of now ‘taped’ shows mean? It means that (and hoping folks forgive me for this one) the next two shows are gonna be in recap form. But a different kind of recap form that I’ll be experimenting with. I haven’t the time right now, and I probably won’t within the next week, but I do have the drive. It’s just the next show on tap is actually sort of taxing and I just thought I’d try my hand at recapping before a big show (plus , even moreso than the first two episodes, it’s very match-based, which I don’t know if people will wish to read through). Will it affect people’s ability to care about the card and about the build itself? Who knows. Plus, I really do wanna get to Rise of a Dynasty before the end of the year while sqeezing in other BTB related projects. I'm not sorry for doing recaps, I just probably will be if I don't do them right. Hope all forgive me for this load of information all dropped at once. Show should hopefully be up over the weekend. And hope all don't hate me 'til then
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Just wanted to drop in quickly to comment on that show closing angle at the end of last weeks show; unsettling. I can only imagine what Jericho has in mind to do to Christians mother in the hospital - unless it was just a stark warning to Christian of what he is capable of? From the writing, it was easy to grasp just how helpless Christian felt, powerless to do anything to stop Jericho. That final couple of lines from Jericho --- chilling.

I’m inclined to agree with Mac though on the Styles commentary at the end. The moment was enough to sell itself.

A couple of other quick notes;
- Good to see a couple of real shock results in the tournament, Aero Star beating Danielson was a real eye opener. And for me, Regal beating Noble, just a few weeks after Noble took Christian to the wire was an upset in my book. Some nice surprises there. And I liked how Haas was able to beat Benjamins time … without actually beating it himself. That ought to make Shelton happy…

It’s also interesting - and refreshing - that you put up plenty of road blocks for yourself. The situation with Banks especially, but now the network pushing their weight around to try and shackle the promotion. I’m looking forward to what your take is on the recap format. I’m envisioning it being written from the perspective of a fan or ‘The Informer’ in the form of online spoilers.
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