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Yeah this is a little late, apologies but that pesky real world eh…

No better way to start things off than Punk/Mysterio and there was some beautiful action throughout, particularly in the early exchanges with the counters. The constant near misses, be it Mysterio with the 619 and Punk with his kicks lead nicely towards the end but Punk was always to come out on top considering his position right now compared to Rey’s. Strong start here to nobody’s surprise and a marker laid down from Punk.

Very clever second contest here and a smart way for you to write Joe out of contention without actually being beaten. Was also good use of the Mercs and their tactics, makes them look smart howeverrrrrrr…then we hear afterwards it wasn’t infact the plan, they’ve been paid off? Very interesting little spin on it and I hope we do get something coming out of this as to just who wanted Joe out. My money would be on Heyman.

Pretty surprised that Finlay/Ki went on this long but kudos for it, certainly produced the goods. The questioning of if Finlay’s lost a step or two beforehand made me think you might just go that way and in the opening stages it fit the bill. Finlay of course was gonna come back strong and the vicious manner you write him always captures me. After the commercial things really picked up even more and there was some great up and downs, back and forths between the two, loved the Springboard Kick into the Rolling Hills from Finlay in particular. You almost had me with the Warrior’s Way, I seriously thought it was over and the upset of all upsets was on but Finlay finally prevails. Outstanding contest here, it just drew me in and I can’t say that for bundles of matches around these parts, so for that this makes it one of your finest matches written in my book.

Decent match next up and pleased that Haas’ injury didn’t completely hamper him. Towards the end yes it gave way but generally Haas gave it all he head whilst Michaels played his role well, not wanting to take advantage but knowing he had to get the job done. Simple booking.

Fatal 4 Way eh? Those who predicted get a do over here, we expected three people Four high quality superstars in the mix, little surprised with Burchill out of all the options but the others were all in the equation. Made sense to try take out Danielson early on and the action was solid enough between the three men whilst he was out the equation. No denying that things picked up though once Danielson returned to the mix. His little battle with Benjamin was really enjoyable, some nice back and forth between the two. You displayed Danielson’s resilience throughout well, he was seemingly the target of all three and yet he continued to rise back up. I thought Joe mighta waited til the next show to go all out on the Mercs but him not waiting and taking it to Burchill here just goes to show how pissed off he is which is good portrayal of him and just how big an opportunity it was for him tonight being taken away.

Ending again fitted in nicely with Danielson not giving up the fight and ultimately being screwed after all his hard work. Didn’t see Black winning this at all but I’m a fan of it. I think he’s starting to show a little bit more and you’ve also noted that in your commentary etc so I’m looking forward to seeing his rise continue. Really strong action in this one with a few surprises along the way from start to finish, good job.

Beautiful opening here with the targeting of Punk’s arm, Regal was portrayed as calculated and smart as ever in picking him apart once seeing the opportunity. Punk’s comeback was again, done beautifully. The fact it was all done through his pluckiness, his legs being the key and the selling of the arm injury, it was great stuff. Story throughout the match and the closing stages kept up with the beginning. You had Punk dig as deep as he possibly could to pull it off and at the same time Regal comes out looking as cold and relentless as usual despite defeat. Heading into the final now you’d expect the arm to be exploited but it sets it up nicely with that question mark hanging over Punk now.

I know it was a slightly different story here with Heyman being a key factor in Michaels ways but it was somewhat similar to the Punk/Regal match just beforehand in the fact you had the ‘face’ right up against it from the get go, Finlay’s savage attack followed up with a Shillelagh early doors and it immediately puts Michaels on the back foot. Minor error in that you had King as referee but mentioned Hebner in the early going. Michaels certainly came back strong following that early battle, perhaps a little too strong, would’ve liked a touch more from Finlay although I know not every match can be a 15-20 minute war. Ending tied in well with the Michaels-Heyman saga while allowing Finlay yet another huge victory. I’ve no idea what the next step now is in the Heyman-HBK stuff but it certainly has my interest.

You captured Christian’s passion and his desperation almost for the match with Jericho really well in this promo. I wasn’t too keen to begin with, it felt a bit of a laugh and whatnot with he and Foley being all buddy buddy but it soon picked up. Wasn’t sure how I felt when he practically reeled off the roster and gushed over them but it did make sense with what he was building towards, shooting down Jericho with his comments. Jericho’s antics were typical Jericho, wasn’t all that keen to be honest as I felt you could’ve just run with the promo straight, though I got why you did it. Promo was strong and Jericho again getting inside Christian’s head was well done. Gonna be extremely ugly next week, can’t wait to read it.

And here we go, show time. Again, small error but you had written ‘Punk and Joe stand in their respective corners’, makes me wonder if that was indeed the planned final at one stage before you came to think of the end game or more likely a typo lol. Nice to see things switched up a little with the opening here. More cagey, more serious almost with it now dawning this is the final showdown. Clever little spot with the shillelagh, liked that and shows Punk to realise the dangers that shillelagh possesses. Typical Finlay, laying into Punk in brutal fashion, expected a bit more focus on the arm to be honest and the fact he didn’t allowed Punk to have more of a stranglehold on the contest. Eventually he did go to the arm though and at that point I expected a long onslaught from the Irishman but again you displayed Punk’s heart and will to win well as he stuck at it, giving it right back to him. Top rope exchanges were nice if a little unexpected, particularly from Finlay, the spot with Punk hitting the guard rail would’ve been urgh. Ending had me thinking it was over more than once, GTS, over? Nope. Sitout powerbomb, over? Na. Before finally Punk gets the win and in emphatic fashion although I’d have liked a little more mention on how he struggled to pull it off with the injured arm. Gripping finale though, not my favourite contest of the night but a worthy one nonetheless.

Ending was…interesting. I can see why you went for it with Punk’s statement, making his intentions clear and what have you. It was well written and you had his character nailed on, I just didn’t think it was necessary, didn’t think it was the right timing. I get that perhaps it would feel more natural being a heat of the moment type speech but I guess I’d rather you’d have had Punk simply looking have his hand raised in victory, looking like the man having seen off Finlay and going through hell and back tonight. Think it might’ve been better saved for you to have Punk reveal all this on the next Oblivion or over the next couple of weeks but that’s just personal preference, not a knock on the segment.

Other than perhaps a small criticism there, can’t complain about any of the action and booking whatsoever, it was fantastic. Punk was my choice to win and I think it fits everything that the tournament was all about, he’s the Dynasty champion, he represents what the company stands for and he’s certainly worthy of entering the title mix soon enough with a shift in character on the way it may seem. As for the other competitors/matches, nobody/nothing comes out of this with a black mark next to ‘em. Joe was robbed, Michaels/Heyman continues, Haas injury angle extends while Finlay and Regal still looked brutal even in defeat, Mysterio loses to the winner and Ki pushed Finlay further than near enough anybody has. Top notch stuff here and I’ve no doubts the fallout from this will be big with Christian/Jericho set for a bloody end next week to go along with it
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The King had grown weary. He was beyond feeling, past any kind of numbness. Lifeless? Perhaps this was the beginning of what it felt like to have the vitality slip through one’s fingers. He wouldn't know. He had grown weary.

He wasn't sure of the last time he had washed himself, much less cared for much of anything. As a result, the kingdom itself has become to resemble the King’s body – the castle has overgrown, vines trapping the once enchanted bricks like flies on their last limbs in the spider’s silk. The woods behind the castle is beginning to rot and deteriorate, no longer giving the warm escape from the royal realm they once bestowed. But even worse, the people in the valley of the commoners have become complacent. While the King stayed to himself, they turned to their once former leaders, who had returned to reclaim what was once theirs. The Inner Circle had taken over once more.

What more can I do, pondered the King. There are not many remaining in the village as we speak. The ones who remain seek their enlightenment, but could be suffocated by the new masters. The once bright, new faces had seemed to go the way the King is now. But even worse to the man on the throne, the MelvisKnight had ridden off and had not returned. The man who continually pushed him to be better was not there.

But suddenly, the King gained something that made his lifeless state turn into one of anxiousness – time. He is no longer exhausted. He is able to gaze once more at his works. He begins to feel not weary, but invigorated. Jealous. There are men in my village, he thinks, proving their worth. And what have I done? Nothing. Nothing but sulk and take the weary pace life has thrown my way. I cannot wither, he continues. It is almost spring. I can bloom.

And just like that, a little pink round creature that the King had not seen in some time burst into the dreary throne room. The alarmed King sits up, only to have a computer keyboard thrown at him. He catches it, but almost as soon as they letters touch his fingers, the pink creature throws at him another projectile – a copy of the Art of War. The magenta entity with the strong right arm (nub?) steps out of the shadows to reveal none other than the Hero of Dreamland himself, Kirby.

For once, his innocent smile has been revamped. It is no longer empty, brimming with aimless wonder. It is now a smile that seems to inspire the King’s aging bones, filling him with the same determination that appears to be in the big, blue eyes of the Dreamland knight. Then, something happens to the King’s face. It too cracks with a determined smile.

“Kirby”, he says to the spherical warrior, “I think I wish to take my kingdom back.”

The King rises from his throne, his scepter the only thing keeping him from collapsing back down. He walks towards his enormous front door, the adorable blush-colored ball following close behind. Perhaps now he can be the King they deserve…and the one they need right now. For now, he will have to deal with the somewhat new pressure of coming back out of the woodwork and trying to match that infamous faction. That kind of responsibility can tear a booker/writer apart.

But the King wouldn't know. He has grown weary. He just wants to write.

“It is time to kill what I created…but have fun doing it.”

Here comes the origins…and the endings.



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Yes, I had a busy schedule to kick off the year, but with things getting more relaxed, I figured I show up here again. Not declaring war on anybody (for now ) but couldn't resist writing something so theatrical. A sign of things to come, one could say. Anyways, lemme see where I left off...


Quote:
Originally Posted by The Informer
There’s a set of rumors going around that AOW has signed another ROH name, but that’s highly unlikely given the fact that the roster is pretty filled at the moment. As Mick Foley stated in his interview in the Offseason, the big problem is the number of talents AOW has and wants without getting more airtime. FX isn’t going to consider giving AOW another time extension until the fall TV season starts and they probably aren’t gonna sign anyone else due to the roster and such.

In direct correlation to what Foley also had to say in that interview, the prophecy that AOW will have to start getting creative with things like stables to get the increasing roster size some air time is gonna come true. The team of DAT MUSCLE is probably a big example, and if the latest .com Exclusives are to go by, the teaming up of Carlito & Rey Mysterio will be there too.

AOW might also have to deal with contracts expiring pretty soon. Many of the guys on the roster are signed to one-year deals, due to the experimental status of the whole promotion. Now it seems those contracts will be both a blessing and a curse, as they’ll have to renegotiate with anyone they want to keep, and if they want to do some ‘summer cleaning’, it’ll pretty much be done for them.

In regards to the Antonio Banks saga, Banks has evidently volunteered to take a pay cut if he returns to the promotion. ‘If’ is the key word because it remains to be seen if FX will allow Banks back on their network after the fiasco he’s caused. AOW, of course, wants Banks back due to the huge risk, involvement, and character they gave him. Banks is still on his 90-Day No Compete clause and won’t be available on-screen until after Origins & Endings.


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AOW ANNOUNCES CHAMPIONS IN JULY

AOW Commander in Chief Paul Heyman and Acting Commander Mick Foley have both agreed to label the remainder of the month as CHAMPINOS IN JULY – an event that makes the entire roster take notice, puts champions on edge, and gives the fans everything they want! That's because for the rest of the month, there will be a guaranteed championship match every week! Tune in every week to not just see the build-up for AOW’s one year anniversary PPV, Origins & Endings, but also for a set of incredible matches week after week!

AOHDUBYA.COM EXCLUSIVES

Spoiler for Competition Never Sleeps:


Backstage, the trainer’s room, Rise of a Dynasty. Charlie Haas is being examined as his shoulder is being wrapped up. The trainer says something about ‘surgery’. Haas shakes his head as he walks away. Haas turns his head the other way…only to see Shelton Benjamin walk in, fresh off of his Fatal 4-Way match. Even so, he’s as smug as ever

Benjamin:
So how’s the shoulder holding up there, champ?

Haas:
Better than you.

Benjamin:
You can’t be better than me. You ain’t even win tonight.

Haas:
Yeah? And neither did you, Mr. “Ace”.

Benjamin:
Nope. But at least I can compete next week. And the week after that. And the week after that. And the month after that.
~Benjamin gets closer and closer to Haas’ face, throwing acid on the papercut here

Haas
:
Y’know what this whole thing has taught me, Shelton? That you wanna be the best so bad. But the fact is…I’m better than you. With one arm.
~Benjamin’s smile disappears and makes him get serious

Benjamin:
If you wanna prove that…step back in that ring. I promise you – I won’t just break your arm. I’ll break it off.
~And with that, Benjamin’s smile reappears as he walks away, leaving Charlie Haas to cringe in pain at the trainer again poking at his shoulder as we fade away…



Spoiler for Papi Knows Best:


Backstage, Rise of a Dynasty once again. Rey Mysterio is readjusting his mask he looks kinda down after losing earlier. It doesn’t take long for another masked man to approach him…in Aero Star. The two sit, almost mirroring their first encounter at The Outer Limits. Star places a hand on Mysterio’s shoulder and says his first words in the actual promotion…

Star:
“Si usted no es un campeón hoy, puede ser un futuro campeón.”
~Mysterio looks up and goes from somewhat despaired to having a smile

Mysterio
:
“If you're not a champion today, you can be a champion tomorrow.” I’m glad you remembered that, man.
~Mysterio motions for Star to ‘come here’ and the two share an embrace…but they’re interrupted by another Spaniard…

Colon, Sr.:
Rey Mysterio Junior!
~Rey looks up from his hug to see Carly Colon, Sr…and his son, Carlito. Carlito doesn’t look like he wants to be there

Colon, Sr.:
Rey, my son here has been very disrespectful to j’ou in the past. I have accompanied my boy here to New York to teach him some respect. Carlito. Is dere something j’ou want to say to dis luchadore legend?
~Carlito hangs his head low and sheepishly approaches Rey

Carlito:
Mmmr…sorry abmmurmur…

Colon, Sr.:
What was dat?
~Carlito raises his head as his father starts unbuckling his belt…

Carlito:
Carlito is sorry for disrespecting j’ou.

Mysterio:
Uh…thank you.

Colon, Sr.:
And to show jus’ how sincere he is, he is going to be j’ur new tag team partner.

Carlito:
WHAT?!

Mysterio:
What?


Colon, Sr.:
Das right. Because Rey Mysterio, I think my son could learn a lot from j’ou. Whether he wants to or not.

Carlito:
Papi, dis is insane –

Mysterio:
With all due respect, Carly, I kind of already promised Aero Star I’d start personally mentoring him –

Colon, Sr.:
No, no, no. I insist.
~Mysterio looks to Star, who is glaring at Carlito. He hasn’t forgotten their short past

Carlito:
J’ou can’t be serious, Pops.

Colon, Sr.:
Cállate la boca!
~Carlito promptly shuts up

Mysterio
:
Um…okay. I guess
~Carly enthusiastically shakes Mysterio’s hand and gives Aero a rub on the head before leaving and beckoning for Carlito to follow. Carlito is stunned, but sees his father leaving and follows…before pointing at Rey with a sneering face and leaving the frame. Mysterio can only cross his arms as Star shakes his head and we fade away…



Spoiler for Neck Down:


The screen suddenly goes haywire, very much akin to Chris Jericho’s older videos during the offseason. The crazy screens give way to a solid spotlight on a stool, there which sits Jericho in his three piece suit and a dastardly, strategist grin

Jericho:
Chriiiiiiiistian…Chriiiiiiistian…Don’t try to think about your mother too much. The doctor’s assured she’s fine.
~Static. Close up on Jericho

Jericho:
And as for you, I’ve already told you you mean nothing without me…and you don’t know yourself well enough to not doubt yourself.
~Jericho laughs as it statics again. The camera pulls back away

Jericho:
But if you really wish to drown in your self-doubt and continually think of your mother…I can help you with both. It isn’t enough that you played right into my hand. But now I’m going to crush you with them. I know your mother had neck surgery when I paid her that visit. And so I’m going to let you join her. Christian Cage, I’m not just going to destroy you and regain my AOW World Heavyweight Championship…I’m going to break your neck.
~Jericho laughs again as the camera statics and gets another close up

Jericho:
God has the power to show you who’s god.
~Static. Black.






July 9th, 2008

The Hammerstein Ballroom – Manhattan, New York City, New York
“Becoming a Monster”


~After months of mental and physical torment, Christian Cage will finally get his wish to destroy Chris Jericho…in a LAST MAN STANDING MATCH!! After having to plead to Mick Foley and FX themselves, being faced with the monster named doubt inside himself, and having to deal with the anguish of reaching the top, can Christian Cage do the impossible and finally, FINALLY…kill a god? Or is Jericho right in that he is ‘immortal as the Earth’…?

~CM Punk went farther than anyone in the Dynasty Tournament and wound up winning it all, becoming only the second man to pin Dave Finlay. It took everything he had to become what he called a ‘hero’, but now what’s next? Is Punk going to keep his promise to not cash in his AOW World title shot at Origins & Endings? Or has he reconsidered and as other plans…?

~More fallout from the AOW Dynasty Tournament – who screwed Samoa Joe? What will Shawn Michaels’s punishment be? How long will Charlie Haas be out for? And how will Finlay recover from his Finals loss?


.:Confirmed for Oblivion:.

AOW World Heavyweight Championship
~Last Man Standing~
*Christian can only win if Jericho is bleeding
SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE: Mick Foley

Christian Cage(c) v. Chris Jericho

AND…

CM Punk leads off the night

BUT FIRST…

A brand new (slightly altered) opening vignette for the new season!



Show should be up very soon, either tomorrow or definitely over the weekend. Until then, cp, thanks for the feedback and to everyone else, I hope all will remain well. Here's to poking my head in this section again
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July 9th, 2008

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

“Becoming a Monster”



*AOW!! AOW!! AOW!!*

“The Fight Song” by Marilyn Manson vignette

(Whispers)

Fight…

Danielson leaps for the flying headbutt…

Fight…

HBK cocks back, Sweet Chin Music ready…

Fight…

Christian leaps for the springboard plancha…

Fight…

Chris Jericho’s silhouette is highlighted…

*Opening guitar riff*

You'll never grow up to be a big rock star

The camera goes from the ground up to the face of Antonio Banks in his debut

Celebrated victim of your fame

Shawn Michaels comes down the ramp, pumped up from the main event of day one

Just cut our wrists like cheap coupons

RVD pumps his thumbs

And say that "death was on sale today"

Bryan Danielson points to his opponent singing his theme’s chorus

*Upped tempo, heavier sound*

And when we were good

Jack Evans’ double moonsault!

You just close your eyes

Aero Star, Psicosis, and Super Crazy perform the Triple Tope Torpedo!

So when we are bad

Ken Doane leg drops Billy Kidman though the announce table!

We'll scar your minds

A replayed shot of the Dungeon Device from TJ Wilson to Jack Evans in the Offseason

Fight!

SWEET CHIN MUSIC!!

Fight!

WARRIOR’S WAY!!!

Fight!

MUSCLE BUSTER!!!

Fight!

PEPSI PLUNGE!!

Fight!

FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH!!!

Fight!

CELTIC CROSS!!

Fight!

619!!!

Fight!

UNPRETTIER!!!

*Final cymbal crash*

Christian Cage holds his title high in jubilation
***


We open up to the raucous ovation of the Hammerstein Ballroom, back home after a stay over on the West coast. The entire arena is echoing the “AOW!” chant, welcoming the company back after their Supershow last week. The camera is panning all over the arena, showing crazed fans chanting and pumping their fists, and even briefly swinging around the announce table but not stopping…

…until the first sound to hit the threshold is “MISERE CANTARE – THE BEGINNING”. The crowd ROARS in applause as the first guy to come through the curtain is the last man who went through the crimson curtain last week – CM PUNK! Punk slips through the blood-red curtain with his Dynasty title held high and his ‘One Dark Flame’ shirt proudly displayed for all to see. He slings his title around his shoulder and walks to the ring, being introduced by Tony Chimel as the 2008 Dynasty Tournament winner.


Punk:
I know we were in the Pacific time zone last week, and even though this is the ‘City That Never Sleeps’, just in case you guys were driving your drunk friends home late last week and missed it…CM Punk is not just still your Dynasty Champion going into his seventh month, but he also became the winner of the 2008 Dynasty Tournament!

~Another HUGE pop from New York, “CM PUNK! CM PUNK!” chants galore

Punk
:
I spoke my piece last week in my victory speech, so I don’t really wanna waste words and be redundant, but there is something about winning that grueling Tournament that I think got lost in the shuffle a little bit, no matter how big it actually was. Yeah, I have an AOW World Heavyweight Championship opportunity, but I also have the choice of announcing when I want to use it.

~A buzz of intrigue from the crowd as Punk molds his face into a thinking expression

Punk
:
And for the past week, I’ve been getting remarks, responses, messages, from everyone back home in Chicago, everyone on the street here in the Apple, and all the guys in the back. Everyone wants to know when I want to use that shot. Been getting a lot of feedback about it.

~Punk starts pacing in the ring a little

Punk
:
A lot of guys have told me I should do it next month. That the main event of Origins & Endings should be CM Punk taking on either Christian Cage or Chris Jericho for the AOW World Heavyweight Championship.

~The crowd pops at that simple notion

Punk
:
Or another one of my favorites is that I should make my case and actually get myself involved in a title match tonight.

~A HUGE pop for that at the thought of Punk injecting himself in a big time feud…

Punk
:
But my absolute favorite is the idea of me holding onto my Dynasty Championship and waiting until the Outer Limits II…and unifying the Dynasty Championship with the World title on the biggest stage this company has to offer.

~But an even BIGGER pop for that very idea, yet another “CM PUNK! CM PUNK!” chant kicking up

Punk
:
But I tell all those people and everyone else who has not heard me say it yet that I will wait until the time is right for me to make my mark and make my stand –


Punk doesn’t get to finish that statement because he’s cut off by the sound of the Godzilla horn, as “MAMA SAID KNOCK YOU OUT” blares out across the arena. Samoa Joe struts through the curtain to a pop that almost rivals Punk’s, but he doesn’t acknowledge it or even let out the slightest smirk, storming straight to the ring

Joe
:
CM Punk. Dynasty Tournament winner. Congratulations, bro. I mean that.

~Joe sticks out a hand that Punk hesitates a moment at before extending his hand and shaking with Joe

Joe
:
Just thought I’d tell you that in person. I haven’t seen you in the past week. Hell, I haven’t seen anyone in the past week. I’ve been so pissed, I haven’t wanted to see anyone.

~Punk’s face hardens up as he looks somewhat puzzledly at Joe

Joe
:
Taking nothing away from you, Punk, but don’t you think that maybe it’s fair to say you won the whole thing because someone got rid of me first…?

~'Oooooohhh...' The crowd’s buzz for the two faces gets a little more tense

Punk
:
What’re you inferring, Joe? I’m pretty damn sure I could’ve won that on my own…

~Punk walks closer to Joe, getting in his face

Punk
:
…and I did.

~“Ooooooh”

Joe
:
Don’t get it twisted, Punk. I consider you a friend. As a matter of fact, you’re my most honest friend. So you’d tell me if you knew something about who put the hit out on me…right?

~Joe gets back in Punk’s face, the air getting tenser by the second

Punk
:
As an honest friend, Joe, I can tell you I know as much as you do about the whole thing. Hell, I’ll even help you out any way I can. But as your honest friend…I’ll say I don’t like you being this close to my face.

~He says that and Punk doesn’t move his face away from Joe’s


Joe
:
I like you, Punk. You know I do. And I’m not taking anything away from your win. But until I figure out who sent Mercs, Inc. after me, honestly…nobody’s innocent.

~With that, Punk backs away, obviously insulted (intimidated?)

Joe
:
But…since you’ve made it pretty clear that you won’t be ‘cashing in’ your shot anytime soon, I think someone needs to fill that void at Origins & Endings. Someone’s gotta be in the title match in that main event.

~Joe turns away from Punk and turns to the stage

Joe
:
So maybe somebody better come out here and exact some justice. Samoa Joe was screwed. So it’d only be fair if he was given some kind of title shot as compensation. In the main event of Origins & Endings.


The crowd goes from suspect of Joe to popping big for the idea of Joe getting a shot at the big show…but it’s not Heyman or Foley that shows up. Instead “LAMBEG” blares out to a solid array of heat, Finlay coming through the curtain now. He has just as nasty a scowl as ever, stomping towards two of the only men who have ever beaten him. He has a microphone, but no shillelagh.

Finlay:
The hell is this? If anyone is getting a title shot, it’s a guy who actually made it to the final round of the Tournament.

Punk:
I don’t think so, Ireland. All you did last night was get pinned and give rise to my dynasty.

~Punk gets a brief pop, but Finlay is quick to get in his face

Finlay:
Some fluke win doesn’t make you a dynasty, boy. It makes you a lucky bastard.

~Heat, but Joe actually gets between both men

Joe
:
What might be really lucky, Finlay, is the fact that prior to last night, the only guy in that bracket to ever beat you…was me. That seems like a good enough motive to put a hit on me and get me out of the Tournament. You wouldn’t have had anything to do with knocking me out. Would you, ol’ buddy, ol’ pal?

~Joe gets in Finlay’s face now, the tension stirring greatly, but Finlay doesn’t flinch

Finlay:
Please. I’m not scared of you. If anything, I’d have wrapped those ropes around your neck and choked the hell out of you again.

~“Ooooooh”. The reference to their last match together gets a daunting reaction, Joe actually flinching

Finlay:
Besides, you look like you’re looking everywhere in your search. Except the obvious place – the guy you were facing. So how about you step aside before I give you another loss on your record and really give you something to be mad about. Aye?


More considerable heat for Finlay, Joe and Punk staring him down and Punk almost having to be the one to pull Joe away from him, but this is interrupted yet again by the sound of a pipe organ hitting the threshold, as “WELCOME TO WHITECHAPEL” blares out across New York now. Coming down the ramp this time is all three members of Mercs, Inc. – William Regal, Paul Burchill, & Brent Albright. Like Joe and Finlay before them, none of them are happy in the least bit, William Regal donned in one of his premier robes. He is the only one that steps into the ring, getting up to the apron to wipe off his feet…only for JOE TO CHARGE AT HIM!! Nobody stops the raging Samoan, Regal quickly dropping off the apron and screaming “DOWN, BOY!”, The Mercenaries moving to stand between the two. Joe stays inside, while Regal is behind his wall of men on the outside.

Regal:
Now, now, gentlemen. You’re all bitter about something. But there’s absolutely no reason to be pointing any fingers at me and my men.

Joe:
Pointing fingers?! You’re the ones that got me eliminated in the first place!

Regal:
Business is business, chap. You should know that. And besides – you don’t deserve anything after you cost Burchill here a shot at that scoundrel’s Dynasty Championship.

~Regal points at Punk, who now gets defiant

Punk
:
Hey, the only scoundrels here are you and your band of paid maids!

Finlay:
You don’t have any room to talk, Chicago!

Regal:
And you! You daft Irish prick! Stop accusing me and my men of being anything but good businessmen!


And just like that, the ring and the area surrounding the ring are filled with men arguing back and forth, each one of them pissed at each other and shouting. But that’s before an even more annoying voice pierces the airwaves between all six men. And no, it’s not Teddy Long.

Heyman:
Gentlemen. Gentlemen. GENTLEMEN!!

~The arguing men stop bickering with each other and look all the way to the entrance stage to see what the audience is booing hysterically at…to see Paul Heyman, no longer in his wheelchair, but still in neckbrace. Accompanying him in a near identical suit is Shawn Michaels. Michaels’s hair is greased back almost exactly like Heyman’s in addition to the mirroring suit. It looks like HBK’s already paying for what he did last week…

Heyman:
I have a World Heavyweight title match to oversee tonight and I will not be distracted by a bunch of bickering children!

~More heat for Heyman, who doesn’t care much


Heyman:
Now then. It looks like thanks to Mr. Punk’s decision to hold off his title shot for not Origins & Endings, I’m out of a main event in one of my biggest shows of the entire year. So what will happen next week will be an enormous main event.

~The crowd buzzes a little more positively for this

Heyman:
Mr. Punk, your win and your title shot are engraved in stone. The winner of the Dynasty Tournament’s title shot is protected and held in regard beyond all others. It cannot be taken away from you.

~An informative piece from Heyman gets a little more buzz

Heyman:
So next week…I propose the same thing. A match where the winner will face the winner of tonight’s main event for the AOW Championship at Origins & Endings. A match where the winner’s title shot cannot be disputed…and cannot be taken away.

~All six men are looking with great intrigue at Heyman

Heyman:
…and it will be a Triple Threat Match! It will be between the last three men in the Dynasty Tournament. William Regal, Dave Finlay…and Shawn Michaels.

~The crowd throws a very big mixed reaction, Michaels lifting his head for the first time all promo. Joe’s face, on the other hand, is twisted into absolute anger

Joe:
Wait, so I get screwed and three guys who could’ve cost me that title shot all get another shot?

Heyman:
Joe, your selfish dedication never ceases to amaze me. I will not reward a man who has resolved to tear through my roster once before and is making the same oath to do it a second time.

~Joe drops his microphone from his lips in disbelief

Heyman:
BUT…I cannot waste a golden opportunity like this to make a big show even bigger. Tonight, Joe, perhaps you can let out some of your selfish steam. And all six of you can resolve your differences. Because tonight, it’s gonna be the entire 2008 Trios Tournament Champions Mercenaries, Inc….taking on AOW Dynasty Champion and 2008 Dynasty Tournament winner CM Punk, the Fighting, near-undefeated Irishman Finlay…and the unpinned One Man Army Samoa Joe!

~The crowd roars in approval for this absolutely huge match on an already big night

Heyman:
And all of you better start resolving differences right away. Because that match starts…RIGHT NOW!!

~Teddy Long would be proud, as all six men start stirring and the crowd goes absolutely wild as we go to the commentator’s table

Joey Styles:
Welcome to what’s shaping up to be the biggest episode so far of the new season of Oblivion! I’m Joey Styles alongside John “Bradshaw” Layfield and what an incredible segment we just saw!

JBL:
I love it! Six guys, they all want at each other’s heads, an’ we’re gonna get a big fight right off the bat!

Joey Styles:
And we’re gonna get an even bigger one next week when we decide the #1 Contender for the AOW World Heavyweight Championship at Origins & Endings!

JBL:
But we’ve already got what could be the biggest match in AOW history already tonight!

Joey Styles:
John’s right, folks. Because tonight we will have a match that many say should be on Pay-Per-View, but we’re giving it to you tonight. Christian Cage’s plea to the FX executives was met with great enthusiasm and granted him his match. Christian Cage will defend his AOW World title against Chris Jericho in a Last Man Standing match! Mick Foley is the special guest referee and Christian can’t win the match until Chris Jericho is bleeding! But we’ll be right back with huge six-man tag action, folks! Keep it here all night!


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**



~Christian vs. Chris Jericho Retrospective~
World Ablaze 2007

After weeks of conspiracy theories, Christian and Bobby Lashley have an absolute slugfest “I Quit” match that only ends with Christian, handcuffed, helpless, and destroyed by merciless chair shot after chair shot, executing a double turn with Lashley just before Lashley tries to Con-Chair-To Torrie Wilson that forces Christian to say those two words. Because of this, Christian is forced to leave the company…

Later in the main event, Chris Jericho & Rob Van Dam have their ECW Rules match and RVD on the cusp of victory…only for Lashley to show up and spear RVD through a table and give Jericho the win and his AOW Championship, thus shocking the world and forming the Worthy Legion…



~Back at ringside...


OPENING CONTEST
~Six Man Tag~
Dynasty Champion CM Punk, Finlay, & Samoa Joe
v.

2008 Trios Tournament Champions Mercenaries, Inc.


The contest is already in full swing when he get to it, the opening pair of minutes gone by. From what we see, Finlay, Punk, and Joe all have an incredible amount of tension between them, only Punk and Joe’s later tags being more traditional and everything else being nothing short of slaps. This, obviously, is contrasted by the silk-like smoothness and katana-like precision of the opposing corner. We cut in around the eight minute mark, CM Punk in brief control before being overpowered by the meticulous nature and corner that is Mercenaries, Inc. Each man gets to break Punk down, who has to play face in peril to the now legal Brent Albright.

Albright takes his sweet time torturing Punk, the commentators noting that these two have a past that was re-ignited in the Offseason. Albright nails Punk with a nasty BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX that just decimates Punk, but doesn’t give Albright the winning fall. The Merc’s corner implores their youngest member to tag out, but Albright wants to exact more damage and revenge, taking Punk up for the deadly HALF-NELSO SUPLEX…but Punk manages to twist his way out, short arm Brent…AND HITS THE PEPSI TWIST!! Punk has to crawl to his corner to try and make the hot tag…Albright gets to Regal…Punk is damn close…AND GETS IT IN TO SAMOA JOE!!

Joe comes in like a house afire, having been in the contest before this point, but being off the hot tag, is freakin’ untouchable. He blasts Regal with a running elbow, his frustration striking Regal in the face. He then goes over to the opposing corner and SMASHES BURCHILL OFF THE APRON!! Albright fights back, taking Joe and RAKES HIS EYE OFF THE ROPES! The big man is stunned…but then he SLAPS AT HIS EYE AND SHAKES IT OFF!! Albright, a man as stoic as the men he learns from, gets a look of genuine fear as Joe pulls him into the ring and hits him with the CCS ENZEGUIRI!

Albright falls to a turnbuckle, Joe looking around for Regal, who has played it smart and rolled out of the ring. Joe sees this and makes a case to start charging up the ELBOW SUICIDA…BURCHILL BASHES HIM IN THE HEAD!! Burchill flies in and gets some retribution, knocking Joe for a loop that gets Regal back in and allows him to his a REGALPLEX…NO!! Joe fights out…CCZ ENZEGUIRI!! Regal Now falls to a turnbuckle, Albright still sitting in his and Joe pumps up the crowd with chanting…AND HITS OLE KICKS TO BOTH CORNERS!! The crowd is on fire for Joe, who is pumped and possibly ready for a finish…BUT THEN FINLAY BLIND TAGS HIMSELF IN!

Obviously, this pisses Joe off beyond any and all doubt, getting into a huge argument with Finlay. Finlay jaws back and jabs at Joe’s pecs. It gets so bad, Punk has to step in and try to make peace to maybe win the match. While that’s going on, it looks like Regal makes the tag to Burchill in his corner, Regal and Albright KNOCK PUNK OFF THE APRON AND SMASH JOE AND FINLAY TOGETHER, CLOCKING HEADS THEIR HEADS, IN ONE MOTION!!

This knocks Punk and Joe to the outside, while Finlay is vulnerable to get caught by Albright while Burchill goes to the second rope…the catapult…INTO THE MERCY KILL!! THE CATAPULT CLOTHESLINE CONNECTS!! Burchill props up to maybe go for the cover, but he goes right back at the opposing corner to drive a KNEE TO PUNK AND KNOCK HIM BACK OFF THE APRON! Burchill then turns around and looks to be another man to add a loss to Finlay’s record…AND HE GETS SMASHED BY A CHAIR SHOT FROM SAMOA JOE!!!

Winners: Mercenaries, Inc. by DQ at (11:37)

AND JOE ISN’T STOPPING!! The big man is on an absolute rampage, as Regal and Albright try and approach him with a strategy…only for Joe to outmuscle them and RAM THE CHAIR RIGHT INTO REGAL’S GUT!! Albright sees an opening, but he too gets a CHAIR RIGHT OT HE RIBS!! Joe finishes it off by CRACKING THE CHAIR OFF OF ALBRIGHT’S SPINE!!

But the look on Joe’s face doesn’t make him seem satisfied at all with the destruction he’s caused, as he’s glaring at the downed Finlay, awaiting for him to get to his feet…AND THE ONE MAN ARMY BLASTS FINLAY RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES!! Finlay drops like a rock and is dead, Samoa Joe more than letting out his frustrations and steam. The crowd is roaring for the rampage of destruction, but then CM Punk puts a hand on Joe’s shoulder…AND ALMOST GETS CLOCKED IN THE FACE WITH THE CHAIR!!

The crowd reels from this and so does Punk, who backs away as Joe swings around, the only two faces left standing with an incredible amount of tension between them. Punk tries to regulate his heartbeat in a corner, Joe backing away from the ring and up the entrance ramp, steel chair still in hand all the way…


Joey Styles:
Oh my gosh…a fantastic match that ended with a DQ win for the Trios Tournament winners, and Samoa Joe just let out every single frustration he had, even almost on his ‘friend’ CM Punk!

JBL:
He should’ve smashed his grease fire face in right here.

Joey Styles:
Always the CM Punk fan, Bradshaw is. But I think there’s some cracks starting to show in Samoa Joe’s impenetrable armor. The One Man Army might be having some problems on the frontline!

JBL:
How unoriginal. Someone else in this company losin’ their damn mind. But at least his wasn’t some breakdown ramble. He took down a whole crop of guys with him! That’s good TV!

Joey Styles:
No one said Joe was completely cracked, John. He’s just consumed with this notion of finding whoever screwed him out of the Dynasty Tournament, so I actually think he has a damn good reason for going crazy with that chair!

JBL:
But Joe’s not the only guy who is gonna go crazy here tonight!

Joey Styles:
Oh no, far from it. If you thought this was madness, just wait for our main event. Christian Cage vowed to become a ‘monster to kill the monster’ that is Chris Jericho. And he’ll do that in the Last Man Standing match later tonight! The AOW Championship is on the line and blood will be shed! Oblivion continues!

JBL:
I don’t think Christian’s the only guy tonight who might be becoming a monster, either…




Quote:
***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Michaels
:
But then there was the darkness…

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

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

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

Michaels
:
He wishes to always be in the light…

Michaels hangs his head before he keeps walking…

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

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

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

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

Michaels
:
From dust…to dust…

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

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

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

Michaels
:
But my time…will never be up!

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





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

AUGUST 24th, 2008
Mellon Arena – Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

***

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


~Christian vs. Chris Jericho Retrospective~
This is Exile 2008

Christian Cage returns from exile to lead Team AOW against the Worthy Legion inside the first ever AOW War Chamber. Through a brutal array of eliminations, the last three men are Christian, Lashley, and Jericho. Jericho is knocked out by his own man, leaving Christian to finish off Lashley with a savage Con-Chair-To, ridding himself of one of his past demons.
The Outer Limits I
A month later, Christian, Shawn Michaels, and Jericho duel for the AOW World Championship in one of the most anticipated matches of the entire year. All three men give it their all and personify all of their places in the story. In the end, Jericho almost screws Christian over using Torrie Wilson again, but Cage stops before he and Wilson collide. Christian wraps Jericho up and nails him with the Unprettier Heard Around the World, finally becoming AOW World Heavyweight Champion in his home country.


~Backstage, the Green Zone interview set…


Romero:
Steve Romero here and with me is my guest at this time, the AOW Cruiserweight Champion, Bryan Danielson!

~A big pop for the American Dragon, who appears on the pan right

Romero:
Bryan, this month has been advertised as “Champions in July”, and every week for the rest of the month will have a championship be defended. And so next week, you’ll be defending your Cruiserweight Championship in a Triple Threat match against Low Ki and Aero Star. Can you give us a few thoughts about that?

~The crowd lets out a big pop beyond the walls for another huge triple threat next week

Danielson
:
Aero Star shocked the hell outta me when he pinned me a couple of weeks ago. And I know Aero Star wants this title more than anything. A guy that quick with that much desire? I gotta watch my back.

~Danielson shrugs and pats his title

Danielson
:
But Low Ki…he’s a little bit harder to read. I mean, they’re both hard to read, technically, but this’ll be Ki’s first shot at my gold. And he’s been incredibly impressive since his tag team broke up. Gonna be a tough one.

Romero:
Thank you, Daniel. Um, addressing some of the backstage snickering at the prospect of this match and because there’s actually a pool depending on your answer…who would you like to have a conversation with more? Low Ki or Aero Star?

~A little poke at the fact that neither man really talks, which makes Danielson chuckle…

Danielson
:
It doesn’t really matter, Stevie. I make’em tap and ask questions later.

~And with that, Danielson pats Romero on the back and exits the frame…

…but then he suddenly springs back into frame!


Danielson
:
But for the sake of competition of the guys in the back…Low Ki. Because I’m from nowhere, Washington. I don’t know Spanish.

~Danielson then flashes a somewhat goofy smile and a thumbs up that Foley would be proud of (and Romero even mouths “Muy Bien!”) before darting back out of the frame as quickly as he showed up and we fade away…


~Back at ringside…



Joey Styles:
Well how about that! For next week of Champions in July, we’ve got ANOTHER huge Triple Threat match! Aero Star and Low Ki will do their best with their recent surprising momentums to see if they can be the ones to stop the near unstoppable Cruiserweight Champion, Bryan Danielson.

JBL:
Ol’ Spaghetti Legs has his work cut out for’im, I’ll say that. Low Ki is almost the perfect warrior he claims to be, an’ Aero Star is faster than a speeding bullet an’ hella fun to watch. I think one of’em could do it.

Joey Styles:
They very well may be able to, John. Star managed to shock us all and eliminate Danielson from the Dynasty Tournament, while Low Ki put on an incredible showing in the tournament, especially against Finlay. They’re both deserving, but Danielson has proved he deserves to hold that title, too.

~The commentators’ hype is interrupted by the piercingly annoying goad of one Mike “The Miz” Mizanin

Miz:
My fellow aspiring leaders of tomorrow –

~Miz is cut off by a great deal of heat

JBL:
The hell does this chicken bastard want?

Miz:
Lend me your ears as I show you the fruits of brotherhood! The greatest achievements of fraternity house Alpha Sigma Slamma – the men I wish to pledge myself in alliance with! They are Ken Doane and Chris Masters – DAT MUSCLE!!


A soundbite rings the air prior to the theme, which gives it its name – “BROTHERHOOD SUSTAINS US”. DAT MUSCLE busts through the curtain with an incredibly cocky flair. They jump around like assholes and walk down to the ring in their frat jackets before taking them off. Miz comes with them, making the pledge hold their jackets as they pose for their first shot as an actual tag team.

Not too long afterward, “EXECUTORS OF EXCELLENCE” hits the stage for the emergence of the AOW Tag Team Champions the Sons of the Dungeon. It’s their first appearance in several weeks, and quite in contrast to their frat brother opponents, are incredibly focused. TJ Wilson and Harry Smith share a quick high five before stepping into the ring and staring down their partygoing foes.

MATCH 2
~Non-Title Match~
AOW World Tag Team Champions Sons of the Dungeon
v.
DAT MUSCLE

{w/The Miz}


The opening minutes of the contest show just how different these two teams are, with the Sons spending their time actually wrestling, dragging their opponents on the mat, and working them over with focused technicality. The frat boys, meanwhile, hit moves, taunt, and act like the ring is one big party. Their lack of focus costs them big time when they take their eyes off the speedy Wilson around four minutes into the contest. Wilson makes them pay with a nasty BACKFLIP KICK that sends him to the apron. From there, he tags in Harry Smith, who surprises the legal Ken Doane with a SLINGSHOT SHOULDER BLOCK!! Smith covers Doane – 1…2…3-NO!!

Doane stays alive if only barely, but now he’s at the mercy of the Tag Champs. The champs start breaking him down, Smith picking him apart with a pair of big suplexes before tagging Wilson back in and lifts him up for a military press, only for Wilson to leap up…AND HIT A MILITARY PRESSE ENZEGURI!! WOW!! An incredible move there, Wilson with a big cover – 1…2…3-NO!! CHRIS MASTERS BREAKS THE COUNT!!

Wilson almost goes after Masters, but he keeps his focus and tags back in Smith, who ascends to the second rope. Wilson then takes the limp body of Doane and lifts him up in a suplex lift…and SETS HIM UP ON SMITH’S SHOULDERS. Looks like a super powerbomb could be in order, but as the crowd buzzes for the move to hit off, Miz turns it to heat when he distracts the referee! Goose Mahoney is telling Miz to shut up, allowing Masters to charge across the ring AND KNOCK WILSON INTO SMITH’S GROIN!! This is more than enough to knock Smith off balance, falling forward as Kenny drifts off his shoulders…A SECOND ROPE FACEBUSTER FROM KENNY!!

Doane is still reeling from the big hit earlier, the ref still distracted with getting Masters back to the apron. Masters is yelling at DAT DOANE DUDE to get cover or something, while Wilson has rolled to the floor. Doane recovers and slinks over to the apron and heads to the top rope…SKY HIGH LEG DROP…NOBODY HOME!! Smith rolls out of the way and looks to his corner, Wilson not quite up on the apron and holding the tag rope. Doane has to roll across the ring as both men struggle…and Doane tags Masters…AND SMITH TAGS WILSON!!

Wilson enters like a house ablaze, hitting Masters with several clotheslines, but on another rebound, Masters surprises him and breaks that momentum with a DEVASTATING CLOTHESLINE!! Masters gets cocky and stomps Wilson’s face in before taking him up…and lift him up over his head with a military press of his own and getting a lot of heat for showing off…but Wilson suddenly drops and TRAPS MASTERS IN A HURRICANRANA – 1…2…3….NO!! Masters has enough to break the count!

The crowd deflates from Wilson almost putting away the musclehead in sudden fashion, but Masters doesn’t give him much time to celebrate when he gets back to his feet…and NAILS WILSON WITH THE POLISH HAMMER!! Wilson’s head is knocked right off, getting Masters some heat, but he gets even more when he opens his arms to signal his finisher…AND LOCKS WILSON IN THE MASTERLOCK…NO!! Wilson backpedals into his corner and now traps Masters in the corner, where Smith tags himself in. Smith gets opposite of Masters as he and Wilson nod at each other, each one RUSHING TOWARDS AND THEN PAST ONE ANOTHER!!

Wilson knocks Doane off the corner as Smith crushes Masters with a corner clothesline, before taking him and whipping him at Wilson…WHO CRACKS MASTERS WITH A SUPERKICK…that turns him right back towards Smith, who hoists Masters on his shoulders…AND HITS THE RUNNING POWERSLAM!! Smith perfectly executes his father’s finisher, covering Masters as Wilson gets out of the fray – 1…2…3…!!!

Winners: Sons of the Dungeon at (7:45)

Smith rolls off of the body of Masters, Wilson joining him as they celebrate with their tag titles. DAT MUSCLE, meanwhile, has to lick their wounds as they head up the ramp. Doane tries to keep Masters up, almost as if he’s trying to keep a drunken friend awake. Miz helps him hold Chris up, but is struggling while still trying to hold the frat jackets too. Wilson and Smith hold their tag team gold high and towards the crowd to a great ovation, as they remind everyone just who they are, and we fade away…


~Backstage, Paul Heyman’s office…


Heyman still has on his neckbrace, but is out of his wheelchair once again. Sitting not too far from him is none other than the man he pretty much owns, Shawn Michaels. After a moment, there’s a knock on the door. Heyman looks up and looks at Michaels and darts his eyes at the door. Shawn stares daggers at Heyman before begrudgingly getting up and opening the door…revealing Samoa Joe. Heyman gets up, but makes sure Michaels stays between he and Joe at all times. Joe and Michaels don’t let their eyes leave one another.


Heyman:
Ah! Samoa Joe. Just the man I wanted to see.

Joe:
You called me. I’m not here ‘cause I wanna be.

Heyman:
Well, that’s too bad. Because I find it very hazardous to every member of my roster if you’re going to go around interrogating everyone and then bashing their heads in.

Joe:
Maybe that wouldn’t happen if people gave me some answers.

Heyman:
Well here’s an answer. Not to your problem. But to mine. Samoa Joe, because of your actions tonight and for the safety of the other members of the roster, I am suspending you until you give up your wild goose chase.

~Joe damn near blows a gasket

Joe
:
WHAT!? What kind of bullsh –

Heyman:
Mr. Joe, if you say or do anything more, I can extend that suspension to an indefinite one.

~Joe’s eyes are hot and borderline crazy…but then he take a look at Shawn Michaels in front of him. And his eyes are…apologetic? Joe has no choice but to back out of the office and pace away from Michaels’ apologetic eyes and look at Heyman’s deviant ones…which know more than they’re leading on…


~Back at ringside…



Joey Styles:
What an unheard of bunch of malarkey! Samoa Joe was just suspended for no good reason!

JBL:
No good reason?? He was out here bashin’ everybody with chairs earlier! What do you mean ‘no good reason?’

Joey Styles:
I’ll bet Heyman knows a bit too much about who cost Samoa Joe his shot in the Dynasty Tournament. It’s almost enough to make one suspicious…

JBL:
Oh, don’t you start your conspiracy theorist crap!

Joey Styles:
I wouldn’t have to start it if there was nothing to base it on!

JBL:
How DARE you accuse such a man of integrity as Paul Heyman! He is a promoter and a businessman! You can’t promote anybody if everybody’s beaten with chairs an’ that’s not good for business! Besides, a good businessman always anticipates. He’s anticipating Joe’s actions based on what he’s already seen. All the more reason it’s a brilliant move!

Joey Styles:
Samoa Joe’s not a man who is gonna go down without a fight, but speaking of fight, I hope you folks are ready for a doozy. Because coming up next, Chris Jericho will have one last shot at the AOW World Heavyweight Championship in a match he manipulated Christian Cage into giving him. With Foley as the guest referee, Chris Jericho and Christian Cage battle for the AOW World Heavyweight Championship in a Last Man Standing match! These two have been at each other’s minds for months and at each other’s throats for just as long. But in the last couple of months, things have gotten severely personal.



~Christian vs. Chris Jericho Retrospective~
Offseason 2008
Christian Cage has to prove himself amidst his doubts in a pair of lengthy, character-testing battles with Jamie Noble. All the while, Chris Jericho leaves viral, cryptic messages that remind everyone that ‘you cannot kill a god’ and ‘there’s more than one way to rule the world’.
Oblivion – June 4th
Jericho tries to dig into Christian’s mind for a rematch, but Christian refuses to believe in a god to thwart his attempts
Oblivion – June 11th
In perhaps his most chilling appearance ever, Jericho threatens to harm Christian’s own mother by faking his identity and slipping into her room before surgery
Oblivion – June 18th – June 25th
Jericho cuts a promo claiming he is the ‘Earth’, that without, Christian’s ‘Man on the Moon’ character could not exist. Christin counters the next week by knowing he’s playing right into Jericho’s own ploy, but has no choice but to allow Jericho one more shot at the title by ‘becoming a monster’, even swaying Acting Commander Mick Foley and getting promised an audience with FX executives over the graphic nature of what Christian wants
Rise of a Dynasty Supershow
Christian gets his request – a Last Man Standing match that can only be won when Jericho is bleeding because Christian wants a ‘god to bleed to death’. Mick Foley agrees to be special guest referee, only for Jericho to crash the party again and inject even more doubt and fury into Christian’s psyche




**COMMERCIAL BREAK**



As we return from the break, “WRECK” is blaring out over the sound system as Mick Foley is standing center ring with his very hardcore looking referee shirt. It looks incredibly tattered for a shirt he’s only worn one other time here in AOW, but he stands in a nervous silence as Tony Chimel announces that the match is a championship Last Man Standing match that Christian can only win if Jericho is bleeding.

“KING OF MY WORLD” hits the threshold soon after the announcement, with an ENORMOUS rain of heat pouring down for the man who keeps declaring himself a god, no matter how many times he’s fallen – Chris Jericho. His aesthetically displeasing short tights are on, but so is the look of utter madness in his eyes, looking incredibly unnerving when paired with his smug strategist smile. He strolls right into the ring withihis nose held high…until he glares menacingly at Mick Foley. There’s more than one man in that ring tonight that Jericho’s had tensions with for far too long.

But this stare is interrupted by the ERUPTION of the Hammerstein when “JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES” hits the soundwaves. Down to the ring comes Christian Cage, his AOW World Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulder. Cage has an incredibly focused look on his face, his eyes charged with fire…AS HE STORMS TO THE RING AND IMMEDIATELY TACKLES JERICHO!! WE’RE GETTING STARTED NOW!!




AOW World Heavyweight Championship
~Last Man Standing~
*Christian can only win if Jericho is bleeding
SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE: Mick Foley

Christian Cage(c) v. Chris Jericho


The bell rings immediately and Christian starts PUMMELING AWAY AT JERICHO’S HEAD!! The Torontonian is thrashing away with lefts and rights with absolutely no thought but rage! Jericho is trying his best to cover up and block the blows, but Christian is wailing away and Mick Foley certainly isn’t going to stop it. Foley does have to take the championship belt that Christian took off and pass it to the timekeepers, but no one notices it. Instead, everyone has their eyes glued on Christian peeling Jericho off the canvas and WHIPPING HIM VIOLENTLY INTO A CORNER!!

Jericho reels from the hard throw, right back to the center of the ring where Christian is waiting. Cage takes Jericho’s head and BOUNCES it off the turnbuckle now, stunning Jericho some more and further targeting his head. Christian then steps onto the second rope and traps Jericho in the corner beneath him, setting his knuckles up for the TEN PUNCH as the crowd counts along…

…ONE!!

…TWO!!

…THREE!!

…FOUR!!

…FIVE!!

…SIX!!

…SEVEN!!

Jericho throws Christian off and away…but Christian lands on his feet! Jericho tries to charge out of the corner and mount some kind of offense, but he’s cut off by a VICIOUS CAGE CLOTHESLINE!! It’s the first time all match we get to see a good look at Cage’s face since his entrance…and his eyes are burning with even more intensity than the first time. He stares at Jericho’s downed body with those infuriated eyes for a moment before taking him up and again trying to whip him into a corner, but Jericho manages to reverse the whip this time, throwing Christian into one instead. Jericho again looks to get some offense going and rushes at Cage, but Christian raises an elbow that Jericho runs into. This sends Jericho reeling a few steps as Cage lifts himself up to the second rope…FLASHPOINT…NO!! JERICHO SIDESTEPS THE DIVING UPPERCUT!!

Cage lands hard on his shoulder and his head, he and Jericho knowing each other so well, that the Master of War saw it coming. The maniacal former champion now sees a window of opportunity, mounting Christian and STARTS PUMMELING CAGE’S FACE!! Jericho’s letting out all his frustrations! But unlike Christian’s outburst, Jericho’s doesn’t last long at all, only rattling Christian around long enough for Jericho to pull him up and hit him with a nasty TWISTING NECKBREAKER!!

Christian again falls on a tender spot and
Jericho lands in a position where he just stares at his opponent. While Christian’s eyes were burning with passion and rage, Jericho’s are now filled with mad hatred. Those intense, madman eyes remain and slip in sanity more and more as the contest progresses. With Cage down, Jericho slides out of the ring and orders Foley to ‘start counting, assclown!’

…ONE!!



…TWO!!



NO!

Christian curls up fairly early off the neckbreaker, but as he rises, he doesn’t see Jericho. That’s because his fellow Canadian is still outside and reaching under the apron…AND PULLING OUT A STEEL CHAIR. The first steel apparatus has been introduced, but Jericho doesn’t get to use it, as when he turns to get back in the ring, Christian grips the ropes and KICKS IT RIGHT INTO JERICHO’S FACE AS CAGE SLIPS FEET-FIRST TO THE OUTSIDE!!

Jericho is thrown for a loop for a second with the steel hitting his chin, allowing Christian to grab hold of him again and drive a hard knee into his gut, followed by yet another pair of right hands to the cranium. Christian follows this up by taking Jericho’s head and BASHING IT AGAINST THE STEEL RING STEPS!! Christian is again playing towards opening up Jericho quickly, as the Worthy Man is stupefied from the hard knock. As Jericho drunkenly wanders around, Cage grabs his head again and POUNDS IT OFF THE STEPS A SECOND TIME!!

Jericho isn’t busted open, but he certainly may have a concussion. This time, Jericho stays planted on the steps as opposed to wandering off, allowing Christian to turn around and grab the chair that Jericho introduced from the floor. The crowd starts to buzz in anticipation, as Christian lifts the chair up and looks to SANDWICH JERICHO’S HEAD BETWEEN CHAIR AND STARIS…NOBODY HOME!! The still-aware Jericho moves from the guillotine at the last second, Christian’s arms snapping down and getting a bit of a shock as metal hits metal. He turns around with the chair still in his hands, only to have the tables turned and have the CHAIR DROPKICKED INTO HIS FACE BY JERICHO!!

The steel folding chair bounces off of Christian’s head now, knocking him dizzy. As Cage tries to keep his balance despite being clocked hard, keeping himself up using the steel ring steps, Jericho gathers himself and rushes right at Cage…grabs his head…AND HITS CHRISTIAN WITH THE ONE-HANDED BULLDOG RIGHT ON THE STEEL STEPS!! Cage’s face is absolutely driven right into the unforgiving metal!! Even Jericho has to recover, as his landing forced his thigh to hit one of the jutted parts of the stairs, but it’s very minimal in comparison to the champion’s newly rearranged face. Jericho grips at the ailing thigh/quad region as he gets to his feet with the help of the guard rail, again yelling at Foley to ‘start the count’.

…ONE!!



…TWO!!



…THREE!!



…FOUR!!



…FIVE!!



…SIX!!



…NO!!

Christian’s up right after the six!! He’s a bit wobbly, but the match will continue! Jericho’s eyes go wide and his mouth melts into a deeper scowl. He grabs Christian by the head and pulls him close, snarling his words…

“You will join mommy, you hear me! YOUR EARTH COMMANDS IT!!”

…and Jericho SNAPS CHRISTIAN’S NECK ON THE EDGE OF THE RING APRON!! The Man on the Moon grips at the back of his neck and collapses to the floor, but Jericho won’t let him lie. Y2J takes his rival and slides him under the bottom rope, but he keeps his head poked out over the apron. Jericho then goes up on the apron and STOMPS on the exposed neck of Christian before taking a few steps back…AND GOING FOR THE KNEE DROP TO THE BACK OF THE NECK…NOBODY HOME!! CHRISTIAN SLIDES HIS HEAD UNDER AT THE LAST MINUTE!! Jericho lands square on his knees on the outside, the ‘God’ rolling over and grabbing at his joints like an old man. Both men are down here, forcing Foley to start a count –

…ONE!!



…TWO!!



…THREE!!



…FOUR!!



…FIVE!!

Christian is up on his feet, his neck much stiffer than it was several offensive moves ago. Jericho is at a semi-vertical base, ending the count on his end as well. Christian steps through the ropes onto the apron and begins stalking Jericho, who turns back towards the ring only to see Christian flying at him…WITH THE FLASHPOINT FROM THE APRON!! THE DIVING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT CONNECTS ON THE OUTSIDE!!

The crowd goes nuts at not just Christian’s first sign of life in a while, but such a high-octane sign of life at that! Jericho isn’t getting counted out, however, because he’s not bleeding yet. Cage recognizes this and takes Jericho and slides him under the ropes, completely in the ring on this one. Cage soon follows, carrying the steel chair in tow with him. He waits for Jericho to get to his feet, sizing him up, and preps himself…AND BLASTS THE STEEL CHAIR RIGHT OFF JERICHO’S HEAD!!

The ringing of bone meeting metal sends ripples all through the Hammerstein, drowned out after a moment because of the riled up crowd. Jericho drops like a rock and hits a flat bump on the canvas, Christian reveling in his home run swing. But as good as that looked, sounded, and undeniably felt, Jericho still isn’t busted open. This doesn’t frustrate the Instant Classic, just gets his gears turning…he removes the protective padding on one of the turnbuckles, exposing the small metal ring holding the ring ropes in place. Foley warns Christian to not ‘go too far’.

Cage peers at him over his shoulder, Foley backing away as he sees Christian’s intense look. Cage then takes the still stunned Jericho and CRACKS HIS HEAD OFF OF THE STEEL RING…BUT JERICHO STOPS IT!! He gets a foot up to prevent his skull from being completely destroyed, taking Christian and CRUSHING CHRISTIAN’S HEAD OFF THE METAL RING!! Cage is dizzied considerably from the flip of the script, both men having to take some time to recover from their blows to the head. But Jericho is the first man to shake the cobwebs out, albeit not completely. He’s recovered enough to get the steel chair that he introduced…AND SMASH CHRISTIAN IN THE STOMACH…THEN OFF THE BASE OF HIS NECK AND SPINE!!! Jericho hits him so hard, Christian FLOPS THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE TO THE FLOOR!! Jericho is in no hurry to chase after him, however, just watching his prey fall to the floor like a despicable god-king. Foley looks concerned, but is forced to count –

…ONE!!



…TWO!!



…THREE!!



…FOUR!!



…FIVE!!



…SIX!!

Christian is barely stirring, forced to grip at his already destroyed neck…

…SEVEN!!



…EIG-NO!!

CHRISTIAN IS UP! He probably can’t move his head at the moment, but he’s up! He tries to whip his neck around to maybe get it loose, but it looks like it hurts a bit to even do that. The infuriated Jericho doesn’t waste any time, looking to hit Christian with a PLANCHA BODY PRESS…NO!! Christian moves, but Jericho lands on his feet. The AOW Champion charges at Jericho, looking for more offense, only for Jericho to sidestep him and send him careening…SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE RING STEPS!!

Christian hits them with such force that he knocks them loose, prompting him to roll around on the outside of the ring in immense pain. The man who was consumed with destroying Chris Jericho looks himself to be consumed; already having paid the price for his requested stipulations. Meanwhile, Jericho’s face twists into his wicked strategist smile. Everything that he’s done to this point has gone according to plan. And now, he looks like he’s going for the kill. Christian tries to get to his feet using the guard rail, but he turns around only to find that Jericho is rummaging under the ring again and pulling out…A TABLE!!

The crowd ‘oohs’ and ‘aahhs’ at the sight of the wooden slab, but Christian doesn’t give Jericho any time to implement it, scurrying back towards him. Jericho leaves it on the floor to fight off Christian, who is delivering hard lefts and rights. Jericho finds a small opening in the flurry and actually CLUBS CHRISTIAN IN THE SIDE OF THE NECK, opening up a whole world of pain on the already damaged part. This gets him the separation he needs, rushing at Cage for more offense…Christian catches him…ONE MAN FLAPJACK…RIGHT ONTO THE FLAT TABLE!! CHRISTIAN WITH A HUGE COUNTER!! Jericho’s body splats off the flat slab and sends him curling up in a ball of pain, both men again taking a painful time-out.

Christian somehow keeps a vertical base on himself, and now it’s his turn to go rummaging under the ring to see what toys he can find…ANOTHER STEEL CHAIR!! Christian drags himself over to Jericho’s still downed body and raises the steel…AND VICIOUSLY BRINGS IT DOWN ON JERICHO!! The crowd pops once more for Jericho getting just a small piece of his comeuppance, Christian raising the chair to go for it again…NOBODY HOME!!

Jericho is able to roll out of the way, body still wrapped in pain. He rolls into the ring, grabs the chair in there, and rolls back out now behind Christian, barely able to stand after that last shot. As Jericho composes himself, Cage turns around to see him, instead seeing that they’re both very armed, very angry, and very dangerous. The crowd is buzzing like crazy at this stand-off moment that could decide the momentum of the rest of the match. Jericho BANGS his chair off the floor, the sound challenging Christian. The Man on the Moon takes that in…and BANGS his chair off the floor! These two bulls are getting ready to charge! As the crowd hypes some more, both men CHARGE WITH CHAIRS IN HAND…CHRISTIAN UP HIGH…BUT JERICHO CATCHES HIM IN THE RIBS!!

Jericho, once again, is one step ahead of Christian, who went to knock Jericho’s head clean off his shoulders. With Cage doubled over now, Jericho raises his chair and MASHES IT OFF OF CHRISTIAN’S VERTABRAE!! Christian could have a broken neck and back when this is all over with…but now it looks like Jericho really wants that to happen. As Christian flops to the floor, Jericho takes him by the head…and WRAPS THE STEEL CHAIR AROUND CHRISTIAN’S NECK. The air in the entire arena is escaping by the second, Jericho’s smile growing from all the new negative energy. His madman eyes are burning bright as he takes everyone’s hero with the vice around his neck…forces him to his feet…before getting close to Christian’s ear again…

“You forget! I AM GOD!”

AND JERICHO SMASHES THE CHAIR-WRAPPED NECK RIGHT OFF A STEEL RING POST!!

What little hope was left in the building may be gone with that shot, as Jericho almost assuredly just broke Christian Cage’s neck. Foley has a horrified look on his face, as do some of the audience members who were captured by the camera. Jericho has a near demented smile engraved on his face, looking down at some of the most dastardly handiwork he’s ever done. The arena is damn near silent, not very many counting down as Foley is forced to get to his duties…

…ONE!!



…TWO!!



…THREE!!



…FOUR!!



Jericho slides back into the ring, overlooking the body of a man whose life he has made hell and is about to drive even further into those demonic circles…

…FIVE!!



…SIX!!



…SEVEN!!



…EIGHT!!

Christian is somehow stirring…



…NINE!!



…TE-NO!!

CHRISTIAN CAGE SOMEHOW GETS TO HIS FEET!! He could have a damn near broken neck, but he stands up and is still ready to fight, the entire Hammerstein EXPLODING at this awe-inspiring sight! Cage is having a hard time trying to breathe, but he’s making the best of it as he holds onto the very pole that very nearly snapped his neck off. He unwraps the metal from around him and stares up at Jericho, his own madman eyes viciously returning. Jericho looks down at Christian with a mixture of shock, fear, and rage. Two men who look to open up hell on each other stare-off as we hit out last…


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


When we return from the break, Jericho is back on the offensive and throwing Cage into a corner. The ‘during the break’ replay shows that Christian tried to enter the ring with both the table from outside and the chair that was around his neck, but Jericho ambushed him as he entered, stomping on him and deliberately hitting his neck a few times, leading to this moment. Christian’s neck hits up against the corner hard, forcing him to double over and grip it while Jericho conducts more maliciousness.

His next tool of choice looks to be the piece of lumber he originally introduced, taking the table and tinkering with it before setting it up against the corner opposite Christian. No doubt Jericho has a plan here, smirking as he roams back over to Christian and takes him by the back of the neck and tights…CHUNKING CHRISTIAN RIGHT THROUGH THE CORNER TABLE…NO!! Christian reverses his body and the whip in one motion, CHUNKING JERICHO FACE-FIRST AT THE TABLE!!

Jericho doesn’t break through the wood, merely blasting his face off of it and making him woozy. For the second time tonight, Jericho is beaten by a table that isn’t even completely set up! The momentarily stunned Jericho turns back around, only to see Christian with a chair in hand…WHO CLOCKS THE WORTHY MAN ACROSS THE SKULL WITH A CHAIR SHOT!! MERCY!!

Once again, the sound of Jericho’s consciousness being destroyed echoes through the Hammerstein as he drops like a mighty oak against the ring ropes. Christian put so much into that chair shot that he was thrown off balance and has to use some nearby ropes to keep himself up. As Christian tends to his neck and balance, he looks up to see Jericho leaning against the ropes…and bah gawd, he’s been BUSTED OPEN! JERICHO’S BUSTED OPEN!!

The crowd roars at this sight because it finally looks like the match can really begin! Blood starts to drip down the God of god’s face as he tries to pull himself to a vertical base and take a few steps away from the ropes. But Christian is stalking him as he does so, getting into a crouch and setting him up…SPEAR!!! SPEAR!!! SPEAR THROUGH THE CORNER TABLE!! Not just a direct homage to his best friend, but also re-enacting the very spot that signified the start of the Worthy Legion! Oh, the irony, as it could be the end of Jericho! The crowd is losing their shit for this, several “HOLY SHIT!” chants kicking up, while others opt to count with Foley for Christian’s first knockout attempt –

…ONE!!



…TWO!!



…THREE!!



…FOUR!!


Christian gets back to his feet and grips at his neck again, possibly jarring his neck on the projectile move…

…FIVE!!



…SIX!!



…SEVEN!!



…EIGHT!!



…NO!!!

JERICHO’S UP!! Now it’s Jericho’s turn to show some resolve, as even with blood pouring down his face, he’s got enough to stand up and keep fighting! The ‘God’ is bleeding and Christian might have some broken disks, but Cage keeps the aggression on by jumping on Jericho again…only for Jericho to take his foundation out from under him with a double leg takedown…WALLS OF JERICHO!! WALLS OF JERICHO…NO!! Christian manages to torque his body and spin Jericho off of him, putting Jericho on the ropes. Christian cautiously gets up, but then throws it all by running at Jericho…Cage gets tossed over…and lands on the apron!

Christian still has some kind of wits about him as he and Jericho now have a duel on the ropes and apron, both men bashing right hands back and forth. But Jericho’s blows start to pull away, Christian having to tend to his neck again. This gives Jericho enough time to bounce off the adjacent second rope…TRIANGLE DROPKICK!! TRIANGLE DROPKICK…THAT BOUNCES CHRISTIAN’S FACE OFF THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!

Christian recoils violently straight to the floor, lain completely out from his crash landing. Jericho, meanwhile, has a moment to gather his breath before he ventures to the outside, but not anywhere near Christian. Instead, he goes by the displaced ring steps from where the two were at war earlier. He takes the steel steps and travels back near the timekeeper’s area where Christian is trying to recover, the crowd knowing what’s coming, as Jericho sizes up his puppet…AND SMASHES CHRISTIAN IN THE FACE WITH THE STEEL STEPS!!

Christian is decked right between the eyes and falls flat on his back, Jericho dropping the battering ram as soon as his momentum stops. The Worthy Man’s smile is back, made perverted by the blood pouring down his face, and he proceeds to add insult to concussion-causing injury by opening up his arms in his crucifix pose, garnering a TON of heat. When the camera shifts from Jericho in the spotlight to Christian back down on the floor, the AOW World Champion has been BUSTED OPEN himself.

Canadian blood is flowing freely in New York, as Jericho reaches down and takes Christian by the head and lands several punches between the eyes, trying to open up the wound he’s created. When more blood pumps out, Jericho takes Christian and rolls him on the announce table, the crowd buzzing for what this could be, especially after Jericho jumps up and joins him. Jericho has to pull Christian’s body up to his, but suddenly, Christian gets a BURST of life and SMACKS JERICHO IN THE FACE!!

The slap is so sudden and unexpected, it turns Jericho’s head around, leading Christian to act quickly, grab the arms, and start setting up for the UNPRETTIER…NO!! Jericho undoes the coil, forces Christian to turn back front, and hits another double leg takedown…steps over…AND LOCKS IN THE WALLS OF JERICHO!!! WALLS OF JERICHO LOCKED IN ON THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!! This won’t win Jericho the match, but it will wrack Christian’s body with an insidious amount of pain!

Jericho is pulling back with considerable force, his bloody face selling the intensity of the move incredibly. On the other side, a likewise crimson mask is displaying the pain and anguish Christian is going through now, the blood flowing freely as he clenches his fists and tries not to pass out when it counts. But that’s before Jericho starts cranking back…AND TURNS IT INTO THE LIONTAMER ON THE TABLE!! CHRISTIAN’S NECK IS LITERALLY GETTING SNAPPED OFF OF HIS BODY!!

The crowd ‘oooohs’ at the sight that is the gruesomeness of a bleeding Christian pretty much getting beheaded by Jericho’s knee pushing his neck. Fortunately, Jericho himself is losing plenty of oxygen and can’t maintain the hold for much longer, which leads him to collapse and slink off the table. Cage is lifeless, broken, and bloody right on top of the announce desk as another horrified Mick Foley has to get to his duties…

…ONE!!



…TWO!!



…THREE!!



…FOUR!!



Jericho slinks to his feet and onto the apron, his back conspicuously to the outside…

…FIVE!!



…SIX!!



LIONSAULT!! LIONSAULT FROM THE APRON TO THE TABLE…NOBODY HOME!!! JERICHO CRASHES AND BURNS AS HE BREAKS THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!! OHH MY GAAAAD!! Chris Jericho, the Worthy Man, the prideful strategic master of AOW, looked to land too heavy a final blow and pays the price!! The ringside area is now nothing but a mess of broken bodies and equipment!! Christian, who only had enough in him to roll over, is eagle spread and still has no real signs of life, while the supposed immortal opposite him is in a bloody heap, wrapped up in some TV wires. Neither man is moving a muscle, Foley getting down to his ten count once more –

…ONE!!



…TWO!!



…THREE!!



…FOUR!!




…FIVE!!



…SIX!!



…SEVEN!!

Christian is up and moving, albeit incredibly groggily, sliding back into the ring as Jericho begins to make motions…


…EIGHT!!



Jericho starts picking himself up out of the rubble…

…NINE!!



…TE-NO!!

JERICHO IS UP!! HE BREAKS THE COUNT!! HOW IN THE HELL??? Like Satan himself rising out of the fiery pit, a bloody Chris Jericho rises from the carnage and lifts his head to show raging eyes with an angry scowl and a crimson complexion. Jericho groggily staggers towards the ring now, slumping over the ring lip. Christian takes this moment to grab one of the chairs still in the ring and slap it down a little off center, a tad towards a ring corner. What’s he up to…? Jericho rolls into the ring quite limply, only for Christian to drag him to his feet, propping him up against the ropes and forcing his bleeding face to look into Christian’s…

“A god? No. You’re shit.”

AND CHRISTIAN SMACKS JERICHO WITH A THROAT THRUST!! The smash knocks Jericho right in the Adam’s apple, grappling him in a front headlock…TORNADO DDT ON THE STEEL CHAIR…NO!! Jericho jams the move and forces Christian to land on his feet. This leads the ‘god’ to punt Christian in the gut, doubling him over, Jericho getting him in a crucifix powerbomb position…and letting Christian go over him a bit more…GORY NECKBREAKER!! GORY NECKBREAKER!! MY GOD, CHRISTIAN’S NECK SNAPS BACK LIKE A GODDAMN LOADED SPRING!! The air in the Hammerstein is completely gone on that one move, Christian’s neck ominously coming right back into play! Jericho keeps his word on trying to make Christian join his mother, Foley having to get to another count as Cage lies with sparse convulsions…

…ONE!!



…TWO!!



…THREE!!



…FOUR!!



Jericho proudly brushes his hands together before taking a steel chair, opening it, and sitting in it, just watching Christian die…

…FIVE!!



…SIX!!



…SEVEN!!



…EIGHT!!



…NINE!!



…NO!!!

CHRISTIAN IS BACK TO HIS FEET!! WHAT IN THE HELL?? He has to use the ropes to get to his feet and hold his body steady so his neck can snap back into place, but he’s not finished yet! The crowd pops huge for this determination, but Jericho is having none of it. He jumps up from his chair and WHACKS Christian in the back of the neck, stunting his advancements to get vertical.

With Christian on one knee and ailing once more, Jericho takes the other chair in the ring and sets it up right beside the first one, the two seats facing each other. He takes Christian and delivers a blow to his head to boost the blood flow once more. This softens up Christian enough for Jericho to whip him hard into a corner, causing Cage to recoil back out.

As Christian wanders in pain back towards the center ring, Jericho rebounds and goes for the ONE-HANDED BULLDOG ON THE CHAIRS…NO!! Christian catches Jericho’s arm, twists it around, and short arm pulls an inverted headlock…REVERSE DDT DROP!! REVERSE DDT DROP ON THE CHAIRS!! JERICHO’S SPINE IS CRUNCHED AND MANGLED!!

The crowd pops big as Jericho’s entire body tightens to display his snapped spine, Christian getting a bit of a breather. Foley goes to perform his ten-count duties, but Christian isn’t done with Jericho yet. Instead, he brushes away one of the chairs and takes the other. He folds it back up and just like a few moments ago, slaps it flat on the canvas.

Like Jericho on the outside, Cage is giving up a possible win to make sure he destroys his rival. Jericho is wracked in all sorts of pain, but he shows some resilience by trying to make it to his feet…only to be greeted by a Man on the Moon with awaiting, open arms that get in the underhooks…coil him around…UNPRETTIER ON THE STEEL CHAIR…NO!!

Christian was definitely going for the kill, but Jericho has enough in him to jam the move and shove Christian into a corner. The AOW World Champ stops himself before he hits the corner, Jericho charging at him to inflict some damage. Cage responds by getting Jericho in the gut with a strong back kick, leaping up, and springboarding off the second rope…CODEBREAKER!!! JERICHO NAILS CHRISTIAN WITH THE CODEBREAKER OUT OF MIDAIR!! The double knee facebreaker connects and actually get a small pop from the crowd from the sheer surprise of it! Jericho crawls away from Christian’s body, once again ordering Foley to get to his assignment…


…ONE!!



…TWO!!



…THREE!!



…FOUR!!




…FIVE!!



…SIX!!



…SEVEN!!



…EIGHT!!



…NO!!


ONCE AGAIN, CHRISTIAN MAKES IT TO HIS FEET!! The sheer determination in Cage’s eyes is unrivaled! Could this finally be his defining moment? Where every doubt he’s had in his mind can finally be erased? It certainly seems that way, but as he gets to his feet, he slumps right back into a corner and has to tend to his still ailing neck.

Jericho uses this time to wipe some of his blood out of his eyes before picking up the steel chair Christian had placed in the middle of the ring. He stalks Christian, watching him intensely to see when he’s going to look up. Cage wanders out of the corner with his head still down, gripping at his neck, but Jericho charges anyway with the chair…CODEBREAKER WITH THE STEEL CHAIR…NO!! Christian catches both of Jericho’s feet and causes the chair to fall harmlessly. Cage keeps both of Jericho’s legs, folds them up, and swings around…CLOVERLEAF!! THE CLOVERLEAF IS LOCKED IN!!

Two bloodied Canadians are both once again selling the incredible pain that submissions yield! The way Jericho landed on the reverse DDT is brought into play, as his back has to be still feeling those effects and now having to put up with the weight of Christian and the way he’s torqueing the body of Jericho! Cage knows this won’t end the match, but the more damage the better. Cage pulls back more and more, making the crimson Jericho scream more and more in pain.

As Jericho tries to crawl away, Cage starts pulling back just a bit more…perhaps going for the ELEVATED CLOVERLEAF…but he lets go of the excruciating bind, not because of pain, but because of exhaustion. Christian flops to the canvas and pounds it, somewhat disappointed that he couldn’t hold on longer, but even so, Jericho is torn apart and down, prompting Foley to start the count…

…ONE!!



…TWO!!



…THREE!!



…FOUR!!




…FIVE!!



…SIX!!



…SEVEN!!



…NO!!


Jericho BARELY gets to his feet, but he slumps right back down, tending to his ailing back and leaning against the ropes. Christian’s bloody scowl starts concocting something now, as he leaves the ring and dips around the ring skirt. He rummages under the ring for a moment until he pulls out…ANOTHER TABLE!! Cage is really swinging for the fences on this one, propping the table up against the ring lip. He dives right back under the ring to pull out something else…AND IT’S ANOTHER TABLE!! Two tables already busted and Christian wants to double the wooden body count!

Looking to really put Jericho away, Christian takes one of the tables and slides it under the bottom rope and then slides in the other, making sure to follow them inside. Foley stops him upon re-entry, only to again remind him to ‘not go too far’. Cage looks like he takes heed, but still takes one of the tables and sets it up anyway. It’s a little off center and diagonal to a corner on the right side of the ring, but it seems to be where he wants it.

He grabs the recovering Jericho by the hair and throws a pair of precise punches to Jericho’s open wound before BOUNCING HIS HEAD OFF THE TABLE! Jericho groggily backpedals and bounces off the ropes, using that momentum to lunge forward…AND KNOCK CHRISTIAN’S HEAD OFF THE TABLE!! Christian is loopy now, his blood dripping over his eyes, but that doesn’t stop him him from drunkenly reach over…AND BANGING JERICHO’S HEAD OFF THE TABLE AGAIN! AND THEN JERICHO POUNDS CHRISTIAN’S HEAD OFF THE SLAB ONCE MORE!! These two are dead on their feet and alternating table shots! The crowd starts picking up on it and letting their voices be heard for each man…

BOO!!

YAY!!

BOO!!

YAY!!

BOO!!
BOO!!

Jericho pounds Christian’s head off twice in a row, dizzying him so bad he slips over near Foley and loses his balance on him. Foley inadvertently catches him and tries to hold him steady. Jericho ventures away from the table and grabs one of the steel chairs still hanging out in the ring, Foley still trying to get Christian to stand on his own. Jericho swings with the chair AIMED AT CHRISTIAN’S SKULL…HE DUCKS…BUT FOLEY EATS CHAIR!! MICK FOLEY IS CRACKED IN THE CRANIUM BY A WILD CHAIR SHOT!!

Jericho takes a moment to take in what he’s done, but when he realizes it, a warped smile actually stretches across his bloody face. He’s wanted to do that for almost a year. But even so, that leaves no official to get him his win and his title…and when that sinks in, the smile fades. But before he can try to do anything about it, the suddenly enlightened Jericho is CLOCKED IN THE HEAD BY A CHAIR SHOT FOR THE THIRD TIME!! CHRISTIAN BEHEADS JERICHO ONCE AGAIN!! That was possibly for drilling Foley, but no matter what or who it was for, Jericho is hit so hard that he wobbles…and conveniently falls on the table that Christian set up moments before.

Christian smirks to himself as he looks at the body of the god before him, lifts his chair, and SMASHES JERICHO ACROSS THE CHEST FOR GOOD MEASURE!! He finally drops the chair and goes to grab the other table that he threw in the ring. He takes it, sets it up…and then puts it on top of Jericho. There are two tables stacked on top of one another and Chris Jericho is in the middle of it.

The crowd is buzzing incredibly for the possibility of what might happen. Christian socks a pair of blows off of Jericho’s skull for good measure…and then goes through the middle rope…and ascends to the top rope. All of the Hammerstein is on their feet and anticipating something huge. Cage gets to the top with his mad eyes and crimson face, wipes some off, pats his chest with it…and looks for his Peeps. The crowd roars as Christian leaps…FROG SPLASH THROUGH TWO TABLES!!! CHRISTIAN CRUSHES AND SANDWICHES CHRIS JERICHO THROUGH TWO TABLES AND POSSIBLY DESTROYS HIS OWN BODY!! OHHH MY GAAAAADDD!!!

“THIS IS AWESEOME!”
“HOLY SHIT!!”
“THIS IS AWESOME!!”
“HOLY SHIT!!”

Like a meteor, the Moon crash lands and comes right down on top of Earth! There are literally bodies strung everywhere and they’re all in some sort of wreckage. Christian may have just finished himself off and broken his own neck, is still a bloody mess, Jericho is in his own pool of blood and looks like he was thrown from a mobile home in a tornado, and Mick Foley is still downed from his chair shot, which a new camera angle reveals, made him BUST OPEN as well!! The crowd is in all kinds of chaotic, anarchic euphoria, their chants alternating between each other.

The crowd is still on fire and nobody in or around the ring is moving…but then those pops turn into a heavy array of heat once the crowd sees someone coming down the aisle…ALEX RILEY!?! Once again, for the second week in a row, the Varsity Villain shows up in the midst of the Christian/Jericho rivalry, and this time it can’t be a coincidence. Riley storms into the ring and absorbs and ignores all the heat he’s getting just to do what he needs to do…and that’s pick Chris Jericho out of the wreckage.

The crowd is throwing a ridiculous amount of heat at the OVW upstart as he slings Jericho over a shoulder and helps guide him to a corner which he can lean against and not be counted out. Riley makes sure Jericho can at least stay vertical while leaning, even though Jericho is pretty much dead on his feet at this point. He keeps drooping over and Riley has to keep trying to hold him up…which gives Mick Foley enough time to finally get to his feet after his rough shot.

The crowd’s reaction starts buzzing the other way from heat, as Foley looks over through his own crimson mask and messy hair to see Alex Riley, his back turned to the official. Foley shakes his head and reaches inside his pants…AND PULLS OUT MR. SOCKO!! The crowd throws one of the biggest pops of the entire match, Foley slipping on his hardcore sock puppet, and waits for Riley to turn around. A-Ry sets Jericho up properly in the corner, only to turn around…AND EAT A MANDIBLE CLAW!! THE MANDIBLE CLAW!! THE VARSITY VILLAIN CHEWS ON SWEATSOCK!! He’s forced to roll out of the ring and to the floor.

The crowd loses their shit for Riley getting slugged for the second straight week, Foley letting out a “BANG BANG!” that gets them roaring even more…only for Jericho to cut him off from behind with a DEVESTATING CLOTHESLINE!! Jericho put everything he might have had left behind that move, flooring Foley and forcing him to land on his bloody forehead. Jericho can barely peel himself off the canvas, drops of blood following him as he tries. He mouths off to the downed Foley, telling him to not lay his hand on “my disciple!” But Jericho’s holy admonishing is cut off by a bleeding Christian grabbing his arms from behind, coiling around…AND HITTING THE UNPRETTIER…ON THE STEEL CHAIR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!! HOLY SHIT!!

Jericho is absolutely killed as he lies face down on top of the chair, giving Christian time to roll over and see him…and then he gets another little smirk. Cage crawls over to the other chair that’s still in the ring, and groggily gets to his feet, towering over Jericho. The crowd already knows what’s coming. And they’re losing their minds all over again.

Christian looks down at the man who has made his life hell for his entire stay in AOW. The man who claimed he was a god. A man who called himself the Earth to which we all revolve around. A Worthy Man who was anything but. Christian cracks his neck to give it life before raising the chair over his head, his sanguine-covered madman eyes blazing…AND BRINGING THE CHAIR CRASHING DOWN ON JERICHO’S SKULL!! THE CON-CHAIR-TO CONNECTS!!

Cage looks over to see Foley trying to get back to his feet, but he’s not quite there yet. Christian nods his head and looks down at the dead Worthy Man in front of him…and he mutters ‘…Mama…’ Cage then grips the chair so tightly that his knuckles are turning white. He raises the bloody chair back over his head…AND CONNECTS WITH ANOTHER CON-CHAIR-TO!! TWO CON-CHAIR-TOS TO JERICHO!! That’s gotta be it! With that, Christian throws the chair down WITH AUTHORITY~!! He backpedals and leans up against the ropes right as Foley gets up on his own. The bleeding referee sees the carnage and knows what probably happened, but he will more than gladly get to his duties now…

…ONE!!



…TWO!!



…THREE!!



…FOUR!!




…FIVE!!



…SIX!!



…SEVEN!!



…EIGHT!!



…NINE!!



…TEN!!!

HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND STILL AOW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION: Christian Cage at (31:41)


He’s done it and the Hammerstein lets out a HUGE pop!! Christian has to lean against the nearby ropes to maintain his balance, but when he stays upright, he goes over to the still woozy Foley. The two basically have to lean up against each other to keep themselves up, but Foley gathers himself enough to take Christian’s wrist and hold it high for all to see and give a pop to once more. Cage drops to his knees and is handed his AOW World Heavyweight Championship

Joey Styles:
YES! Christian Cage finally gets his revenge! All the pain and suffering has led to this euphoric moment of glory!

JBL:
Don’t make it sound all poetic. That was an absolute war. That was probably the bloodiest match in AOW history an’ it was legitimately like a damn frontline.

Joey Styles:
Three men were busted open. Not just Jericho, but as you can see, Cage flowing freely as well as Mick Foley. So your claim of bloodiest match has tons of validity, John, but all that matters is that Christian Cage has quelled all his doubts, all his anger, all that suffering. And perhaps this is now the gateway to being the champion he wants to be and the one AOW deserves.

JBL:
I’m sure he has that in mind, too. But just look at what he had to go through to keep that title an’ dispel all that other stuff. Blood, sweat, tears…it doesn’t get any more brutal than that. How in the hell is he even able to stand?

Joey Styles:
He had the will to win, he has the will to – HEY!!


Styles is cut off because as the camera focuses on the now standing and celebrating Canadian, someone’s snuck into the ring behind him…

…stalking…

…AND SWINGING AT HIS HEAD WITH THE SHILLELAGH…

…BUT CHRISTIAN DUCKS IT!!

Cage narrowly dodges Finlay’s sneak attack, but the champion is in absolutely no condition to fight back. All he can do is bleed while he backs away, Foley stepping in to try and back Finlay off…BUT FINLAY THROWS FOLEY ASIDE!! The sheer disrespect of the move garners a huge amount of heat, but Foley stays true to his hardcore roots and recovers enough to start EXCHANGING BLOWS WITH THE IRISHMAN!

Of course, Finlay gets the upper hand and fells Foley once again after a few shots. He turns back towards the bleeding and wrecked Christian, only for the crowd to start buzzing considerably once again. It could be for Finlay raising the dreaded SHILLELAGH HIGH ONCE AGAIN…

…BUT HERE COMES SHAWN MICHAELS!! HBK IS IN THE FRAY!! Michaels, possibly getting revenge for the sneak attack from last week, unloads on Finlay! The crowd lets out an enormous pop for HBK finally showing some clear face tendencies, and possibly on his own whim and not on Heyman’s. Michaels chases Finlay from the ring, allowing Christian some time to try to get back to his feet…only to turn around to see Shawn Michaels READYING SWEET CHIN MUSIC…but Michaels feigns it, doesn’t pull the trigger, and watches as Christian stumbles off balance to get away from that, too. The two have a staredown that gets Michaels his usual mixed reaction back, but it’s mixed with more buzzing…

…AS THE MERCENARIES NOW STORM THE RING AND ATTACK SHAWN MICHAELS!! But it’s only the Mercs tag team – Burchill and Albright. Michaels tries to fight back, but to no avail, getting overpowered. The crowd starts reacting again because Regal (who bears a slightly taped midsection from the earlier attack) sneaks in the ring through the crowd…and picks up the bloodied steel chair Christian just won the match with. Cage is still trying to find some way to recover and stay away from the madness around him in a corner, but he can barely move as Regal HOISTS THE CHAIR OVER HIS HEAD…

…AND GETS SMASHED IN THE BACK OF THE SKULL BY A SHILLELAGH!!
The attacks come full circle, as Finlay has recovered and finally gets a sneak attack on someone. As Regal goes down, the Mercs stop beating on Michaels and attend to Regal, putting him in a corner. Michaels has to gather himself in another corner, while Finlay readies himself in the only other unoccupied corner.

All four parties are in all four corners here – Michaels, Finlay, Regal and the Mercenaries…and a still bloodied and exhausted Christian, whose eyes have gone from glowing in intense, borderline madness and self-frustration brought upon by doubt…to triumphant, but incredibly uncertain.


Joey Styles:
This is complete chaos! One of these three men is going to face Christian at Origins & Endings, but the absolute disarray of it all…!

JBL:
He wanted to know, an’ now he does. This is exactly what being a world champion looks like. Welcome to the top of the mountain, Christian.



The final image of this edition of Oblivion is the crowd going nuts at the completely anarchic scene before them – four corners of chaos. The righteous Michaels, the ballistic Finlay, the meticulous Mercenaries, Inc. and a now very enlightened Christian Cage as we

Fade…

To…

Black…




END SHOW




.:Confirmed for Next Week:.

~AOW Cruiserweight Championship~
Bryan Danielson(c) v. Aero Star v. Low Ki


~Origins & Endings AOW Championship #1 Contender Match~
Shawn Michaels v. Finlay v. William Regal





ORIGINS & ENDINGS
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania – Mellon Arena
August 24, 2008
*Current Card*


~AOW World Heavyweight Championship~
Christian Cage(c) v. Shawn Michaels OR Finlay OR William Regal




Couldn't stand the beginning, but thought it was necessary. Hope the main event isn't too long for some people. Hope I can spread a little bit of love if time permits. If not, hope all don't hate me 'til next show
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Reports are saying that there is at least a little tension regarding Charlie Haas. Haas is one of the few talents signed on for more than AOW’s inaugural year and is an important piece of the roster on and off screen (especially with Lance Storm leaving). But tensions are evidently coming from the projected plans for the inevitable full-blown Haas/Benjamin program. Haas was approached with the upcoming program plans, but did not approve of the ‘nature of some of the content’. Haas isn’t known as a difficult talent and was even against the World’s Greatest Tag Team splitting up in the first place. It is not known if Heyman or Shelton Benjamin or another party solidified the plan.

With that said, Haas’s storyline shoulder injury is even more convenient than it already was. It was originally used to both feud fuel and as a means to write Haas off for a few months so he can see the birth of his second child (Jackie Gayda, Haas’s wife, is seven months pregnant). Now it can be used to rectify any of the story that rubbed Haas the wrong way.

The ending to last week’s edition of Oblivion was assembled because of concerns about faces getting a celebratory upper hand for two consecutive weeks. With that being said, my sources tell me that we can expect more things like it in the weeks leading into Origins & Endings. The PPV has a 4-hour slot and AOW only has 90 minutes a week to put as many guys on there as possible, and FX doesn’t seem to be keen with lots of overrun. Add in the company being pressured by the Olympics and having to hotshot big title matches every week, and things will get chaotic. So don’t just expect multi-man matches to be more prominent, but also post-match beatdowns and match interferences from both the face and heel parties. In addition, the aohdybya.com Exclusives might be used in an even more crucial way in those buildup weeks.

In some developmental news and for those who don’t keep track of OVW TV, Chris Hero finally defeated Eric Perez for the OVW Heavyweight Championship. This could mean a sign of good things for both men, as Hero can get a good chance to polish any skills before he comes to TV, and Perez may be on his way up to the main roster soon. It should be noted that before grabbing the gold, Hero was feuding with Drew Galloway, who is also very high on AOW’s ‘prospect watch’.

Until next time, this has been The Informer

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Spoiler for A Punk Proposal:


We’re brought to CM Punk, unwrapping his wrist tape from after the last show. He doesn’t even look at the camera, merely speaking while his hands stay in motion

Punk:
So we’ve always had some pretty P.O’d people in AOW. I’m not much of a believer in the supernatural, but I wouldn’t put it past this place to be cursed. Seems like eventually, everyone gets consumed by their anger and everyone loses their damn mind.
~Punk finishes unwrapping one wrist, balling the tape up and finally looking at the camera

Punk
:
So what makes guys like me and Samoa Joe any different? What makes us think we’re not susceptible to the ‘curse’? We never thought we were. We just knew that if we got too pissed off…other people would feel it like crazy more than we would.
~Punk tosses his tape off-screen before starting on his other wrist, again not looking at the camera

Punk
:
I don’t wanna sound like I’m talkin’ myself up, so lemme just put it this way – there’s no one in this entire building, roster, hell, industry who wants Samoa Joe pissed off. And he’s not gonna stop ‘til he lets out all that anger. But you know what? All of us need an outlet. I think all of us need to just let it all out so we don’t lose our mind.
~Punk looks up at the camera

Punk
:
So if Samoa Joe wants to pull a big hissy fit and almost smash me in the head with a chair as his outlet, well then I guess I need one now. That's why next week, I cash in the voucher Joey Styles gave me when he won his bet with JBL. For those who don’t remember, those two made a bet on their favorites in the Dynasty Tournament. If Jibbles won, Joey would have to step in the ring with JBL. But if Joey won, JBL would have to step in the ring with me.
~Punk finishes unwrapping his other wrist and balls it up

Punk
:
So that’s what’s gonna happen. Next week, JBL, you step in the ring with me. If you wanna just talk, I can do that. If you wanna grab some tights and have a match, I can do that. If you’ve been up all night non-stop checking your portfolio and you need someone to help you go to sleep…I can do that too.
~Punk tosses his wrapping aside

Punk
:
What say you, cowboy? How about we settle a little anger like we do in Chicago?
~Punk goes from someone angry to grinning and even chuckling as we fade away…




Spoiler for Walk:


We see Samoa Joe, storming through the backstage halls and headed to the parking lot just after being suspended last week. He's positively fuming.

Joe:
Some nerve. Some kind of goddamn nerve.
~Joe almost throws the cameraman aside

Joe
:
What the hell are you still filming me for? Huh? HUH? What, you wanna make sure I go out the door so the boss can celebrate once I'm gone?

Cameraman:
Uh…no, I’m just doing my –

Joe:
Doing your job? Just doing your job, right? That’s exactly what I was doing. I was out there last week ready to fight my ass off, ready to take on three men in one night, stay unpinned and prove to everyone that my missions are done and I’m ready for that AOW World title. But no. Somebody had to go and get in my way yet again.
~Joe continues to breathe heavily

Joe
:
But see even in that, The Mercenaries were just doin’ their job too. Somebody paid them off to get rid of me. But Samoa Joe’s job is to beat people up. To entertain the crowd when I slap on The Clutch. Or get a pop when I hit the Muscle Buster. I keep getting billed as the ‘One Man Army’, so you’re damn straight I’m gonna do my job and run through anybody and everybody in my way.
~Joe has to laugh to himself to keep from hitting something

Joe
:
It’s my job to pin suckas. It’s my job to make’em bleed if they don’t’ stay down. It’s my job to track people down who do people wrongs and beat the tar out of’em. But now I’m suspended until I admit I was doing my job correctly. What the hell is a guy supposed to do when that happens? Huh!?
~The camera shakes as Joe gets intense again

Cameraman:
Uh…are you asking me?
~Joe shrugs

Joe
:
I mean hell, I could be. I ain’t no poetic motherf*cker. I don’t do ‘rhetorical’ questions. So what would you do, cameraman? What would you do if you got shit for doin’ your job the right way and doing the right thing?

Cameraman:
Uh…I’d probably walk, actually.
~Joe’s breathing slows down as he takes the answer in

Joe
:
Walk. Walk. That’s a damn good idea. So that’s what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna walk.
~Joe gets a smirk as he steps closer to the camera

Joe
:
There’s nobody in that locker room who can match blows, size, or strength with me. Paul Wright? Jumped at the first moment he could. Bobby Lashley? Out of commission. Finlay? I beat him once and I can do it again. So the way I see it, there’s no one in that locker room and especially no one in that front office that can stop me from walking. And by walking…I mean walking right back into this arena next week.
~Joe’s smirk gets more sinister

Joe
:
I’m gonna walk into this arena. And then I’m gonna do my job – beat people up. Make’em bleed if they don’t stay down. Track people do who do people wrong. Rest assured, Paul Heyman - you can suspend me, but you will not stop me. And the rest of the locker room, you’re on notice too. Nothin’ personal with any of you guys in the back. But if you get in my way, this tank will topple you. Because next week, I’ll be right back here. Walking in. And I'm not walking out until I got blood on my hands.
~Joe’s smirk disappears as he turns back around, throws open the double doors and exits the arena as we fade away…





July 16th, 2008

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

“Walk”


~Christian Cage didn't even get to celebrate quelling his demons last week before being faced with the true reality of being champion - everyone's out to get you. This week, three men vie for a title shot on one of the biggest PPVs on the entire AOW calendar. Finlay, William Regal, and Shawn Michaels duke it out to see who will face Christian Cage at Origins & Endings!

~…but that’s not the only Triple Threat of the night! Coming off a huge upset in the Dynasty Tournament bracket, Aero Star has earned a Cruiserweight Championship opportunity…but so has the impressive Tournament performance of one Low Ki! Both men face the American Dragon for the gold!

~The wages are in and the gambling booth is long locked – John “Bradshaw” Layfield lost a bet to fellow commentator Joey Styles, forcing him to step into the ring with CM Punk. An unspecific wager and no one’s sure what will happen, but CM Punk has vowed to let out some anger on his ‘biggest fan’. Punk, Layfield, in the ring!

~Finally, Samoa Joe has been suspended…but has made a vow to show up anyway. Not just show up, but ‘walk out with blood on my hands’. Is the One Man Army calling a huge bluff? Or is the mind of Joe even worse off than he already seemed…?



.:Confirmed for Oblivion:.

~AOW Cruiserweight Championship~
Bryan Danielson(c) v. Aero Star v. Low Ki


~Origins & Endings AOW Championship #1 Contender Match~
Shawn Michaels v. Finlay v. William Regal

AND…

JBL has to step in the ring with CM Punk






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No vignette. No crowd noise. No theatrics.

All we see is a black screen surrounded by the hectic sounds of people scurrying about. Some people call for help, while a distinct British voice keeps pushing help away.

The screen comes to life with the image of William Regal, blood flowing freely over his face in a backstage part of the arena. He’s rejecting any sort of medical attention, but there’s enough of it that even help overwhelms him. He’s put on a stretcher and hoisted out of the scene, only for his stablemates, The Mercenaries, to show up alongside Paul Heyman. Heyman frantically tries to get the attention of one of the EMS’s to know what happened, only for the medic to tell him he found Regal like this and they didn’t see who did it. Heyman snarls.


Heyman:
Joe.

~Paul Burchill looks as if he wants to punch a wall

Burchill:
I’ll kill him.

Albrght:
No. We’ll kill him.

Heyman:
NO! Both of you stay with me. What Samoa Joe said online has some weight to it – there aren’t many people here who can still match him for strength. But there’s strength in numbers. You two stick with me and we’ll sort this mess out together. Hell, I’ll pay you to stick around me all –

Burchill:
No. Keep your money. We’ll get paid back in Samoan blood.
~Burchill takes out a black glove, which he places on his right hand. His ‘Ripper’ glove. The camera follows all three men as they begin to walk away, Heyman getting on his phone before we fade out


Heyman:
Hello, NYPD? Yes, I have a workplace intrusion and attempted manslaughter I need to report…











July 16th, 2008

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

“Walk”


*AOW!! AOW!! AOW!!*

Quote:
“The Fight Song” by Marilyn Manson vignette

(Whispers)

Fight…

Danielson leaps for the flying headbutt…

Fight…

HBK cocks back, Sweet Chin Music ready…

Fight…

Christian leaps for the springboard plancha…

Fight…

Chris Jericho’s silhouette is highlighted…

*Opening guitar riff*

You'll never grow up to be a big rock star

The camera goes from the ground up to the face of Antonio Banks in his debut

Celebrated victim of your fame

Shawn Michaels comes down the ramp, pumped up from the main event of day one

Just cut our wrists like cheap coupons

RVD pumps his thumbs

And say that "death was on sale today"

Bryan Danielson points to his opponent singing his theme’s chorus

*Upped tempo, heavier sound*

And when we were good

Jack Evans’ double moonsault!

You just close your eyes

Aero Star, Psicosis, and Super Crazy perform the Triple Tope Torpedo!

So when we are bad

Ken Doane leg drops Billy Kidman though the announce table!

We'll scar your minds

A replayed shot of the Dungeon Device from TJ Wilson to Jack Evans in the Offseason

Fight!

SWEET CHIN MUSIC!!

Fight!

WARRIOR’S WAY!!!

Fight!

MUSCLE BUSTER!!!

Fight!

PEPSI PLUNGE!!

Fight!

FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH!!!

Fight!

CELTIC CROSS!!

Fight!

619!!!

Fight!

UNPRETTIER!!!

*Final cymbal crash*

Christian Cage holds his title high in jubilation
***

After that absolutely anarchic opening, the entire arena is rocking, still chanting “AOW! AOW!” but there’s also mixed chants of “JOE! JOE! JOE!” The only sound that silences the raucous Hammerstein crowed is the sound of the ring bell and Tony Chimel announcing the following match is for the AOW Cruiserweight Championship!

“SIN LIMITES” hits the threshold to kick things off, getting a great pop from the Hammerstein crowd. Aero Star leaps from behind the blood-red curtain and down the aisle, hustling to the ring, swinging around, and saluting the crowd as only the Blue Blur can. Star flips into the ring and plays it up some more


Joey Styles:
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another edition of AOW Wednesday Night Oblivion! I’m Joey Styles alongside John “Bradshaw” Layfield, and we have an incredible night stacked up for you and it might’ve just gotten juicier with someone attacking William Regal before we went on the air!

JBL:
What kind of ingrate would attack a noble Englishman of such stature? What hooligan I say, who??

Joey Styles:
I think Heyman and perhaps even The Mercenaries will have their hands full if it is who –

JBL:
It’s Joe!! It’s that gargantuan crybaby, ain’t it?? If I were fifteen years younger, I’d haul him in myself!

Joey Styles:
From the way Joe talked in his online exclusive, I think messing with him tonight might take fifteen years off your life! And all this is just one week after that barbaric Last Man Standing match with Christian and Jericho! But right now, the rest of the show is already stacked, even with that cloud of suspicion hanging above the arena.

JBL:
If you can believe, this is only one of two big Triple Threat matches we got tonight!

Joey Styles:
That’s right, John, we’ve got a big one to determine who is going to Origins & Endings, but right now, the three hottest cruiserweights in the word are gonna go at it and see which one has what it takes to be Cruiserweight Champion!


As Aero Star settles in, “THE PROUD WARRIOR” blares over the system now to introduce the valiant warrior, Low Ki. Ki comes through the curtain in his ninja stance, keeping low all the way to the ring. Several fans reach at his bald head, but Ki is in no nonsense mode in full, swatting them away and rolling into the ring. He doesn’t play to the crowd at all.

But the crowd gets the chance to let loose an even bigger pop when “FINAL COUNTDOWN” hits, AOW Cruiserweight Champion Bryan Danielson making his march through the curtain. His finger is held high and his facial hair growing out a bit, but the Cruiserweight Championship remains over his shoulder. AmDrag continues his gallop down the ramp and into the ring, where he has to put his title in the hands of referee Goose Mahoney. When things get set, Danielson has all three men shake one another’s hands, keeping in sportsmanship.

~AOW Cruiserweight Championship~
Bryan Danielson(c)
v.
Aero Star
v.
Low Ki



The eyes of all three men dart from one man to the other, each of them getting antsy despite their pre-match honor code. Slowly, all three men start tiptoeing out of their corners…before Low Ki and Aero Star BURST ONTO DANIELSON!! The challengers gang up and start pummeling on the champion! This doesn’t even garner than much heat, but Danielson starts fighting back, knocking away Aero. He’s caught off by a Low Ki stiff kick to the midsection before finally being taken by his neck and tights and slung out of the ring.

This leaves quite possibly the two swiftest men on the roster alone to do their work. And Aero Star immediately lives up to that praise when he ruses at Ki for a RUNNING WHEELBARROW VICTORY ROLL –

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NO!!

Ki is able to roll himself out of the quick pin, getting back to his feet and goes for the CLOTHESLINE…NO! Star ducks underneath it and rebounds off the ropes, rolling through Ki again with a SCHOOL BOY –

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NO!!

Ki once again escapes, this time by throwing his feet up. The force of the kickout backs Aero into the ropes and causes him to rebound. On that rebound, he leaps over the recovering Ki and bounces off the ropes again, Ki waiting once more for a big CLOTHESLINE…but Star grapples Ki’s head as he rushes by and turns it into a very momentous SMALL PACKAGE…

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NO!!

AGAIN Ki is forced to kickout of a quick attempt! Right after both men get back to their feet, a frustrated Low Ki nails Star with a HARD SHOOT KICK TO THE RIBS!! This forces the quick Star onto his knees, the irritated Brooklyn native actually mouthing the words ‘stop moving!’ Aero doesn’t seem to hone those words, as no later do they leave his lips does Aero push out of a squat…AND HITS KI WITH A STANDING HURRICANRANA!!

Ki is thrown through the ropes and to the floor, but as one exits, another enters, as Bryan Danielson slides back into the ring and surprises Star with a HIGH RUNNING ELBOW! Star recoils violently off the canvas, Danielson bringing him back to a vertical base and whipping him at the ropes. Star still has his head about him, countering the whip with the HANDSPRING ELBOW…THAT DANIELSON TURNS INTO A SEAMLESS BACK DROP!! Danielson’s seen the move before and isn’t fooled, a beautiful looking counter right into the first definitive cover of the contest –

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Star still has lots of guts left! Danielson tries to squeeze it out of the Blue Blur with a follow-up snap suplex before catching Aero in what looks like a stretch plum of sorts. Trying to wear down one of his challengers, Danielson twists Star’s neck and spine into grueling positions, despite Star’s resolve to not tap out here. He keeps pulling at him…until Low Ki gets back into the ring, and immediately gets Danielson’s attention by yanking him off of Star and nailing a knife-edge CHOP(Woooooo!)

This stings at Danielson’s chest, only for him to respond…with a CHOP(Wooooo!) of his own. The two exchange another pair of chops before Ki surprises Danielson with a hard back kick that doubles him over. He whips AmDrag into the ropes and rushes at him after the rebound…KITCHEN SINK!! Danielson goes flipping over Ki’s knee! When Danielson tries to recover, he’s on his knees, opening him up for A STIFF KICK TO THE CHEST FROM KI!! Danielson’s whole body shakes from the impact, Ki’s deadly feet striking again with a SECOND SHOOT KICK! Ki pounds the mat and gets in his kung-fu stance for the FINISHING ROUNDHOUSE OF THE KRUSH KOMBO…NO!!

Danielson ducks the killing blow, getting back to his feet. Ki rushes at the recovering Danielson, only for AmDrag to sidestep him…and hit a drop toehold! Ki lands on the middle ropes with no Rey Mysterio in sight, only for Danielson to KICK THE MIDDLE ROPE RIGHT INTO KI’S THROAT!! Danielson is getting incredibly vicious here! Ki recoils off the rope gripping at his throat, getting up on his knees…and he’s stopped by a DANIELSON SHOOT KICK TO THE CHEST!! Danielson looking to return the favor…AND NAIL A SECOND SHOOT TO THE CHEST!! Its Danielson’s turn to rear back and let out a roar, going for his own FINISHING ROUNDHOUSE…NO!! Ki ducks Danielson’s attempt now, taking a page out of Aero Star’s book and rolls Danielson up in the SCHOOL BOY –

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NO!!

LOW DROPKICK FROM AERO STAR!! That probably wouldn’t have ended the match, but even so, Star throws some feet in the back of Ki’s skull for insurance. A now woozy Ki is brought to his feet by Star, who is soon joined by Danielson. The Cruiserweight Champion gives Ki an insurance blow of his own with a European uppercut before he and Star each take one of Ki’s wrists and DOUBLE WHIP HIM HARD INTO A CORNER! No sooner does he hit impact does Danielson turn on Aero, smashing him with a European uppercut as well! This softens Star up enough for Danielson to take him and WHIP HIM AT KI IN THE CORNER…but instead of a crash, Aero hops onto Ki, his feet in Ki’s midsection…MONKEY FLIP…NO!! Ki flips out and lands on his feet…RIGHT INTO A DANIELSON ROUNDHOUSE!! DANIELSON FINALLY HITS THE ROUNDHOUSE!!

What a sequence!! But before Danielson can reach down and shoot the half, Aero Star interrupts…WITH A SECOND ROPE MOONSAULT TO A STANDING DANIELSON…NO!! The Champ moves out of the way at the last second, but Star still lands on his feet…ONLY FOR HIM TO EAT A DANIELSON ROUNDHOUSE NOW!! Star flops to the canvas with Danielson covering the luchadore –

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3-NO!!

The match continues! Danielson doesn’t let it get to him, opting now to shoot the half of Low Ki and see if he can get him –

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3-NO!!

AND HE CAN’T GET HIM EITHER! Danielson kicks both opponents’ heads off, but to no outcome! Getting a little irate, Danielson grabs Aero Star by the mask and pulls him up to this feet before trapping him in some double underhooks…BUTTERFLY SUPLEX…NO!! Star jams the move and twists out, shoving Danielson into a nearby corner…but Danielson BACKFLIPS OUT and lands…only to eat a STANDING ENZEGUIRI TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD FROM STAR!! These two’s past encounters starting to add up here, as Star knew the backflip was coming, waited, and countered!

But Star kicks Danielson so hard, he rolls to the outside, unable to be pinned! Whether by instinct or just the momentum of the blow, Danielson tries to recover on the outside. Meanwhile, Aero Star is stalking the champion as he gets back to his feet, rebounding off the opposite ropes…TOPE TORPEDO…Danielson ducks his head to dodge…BUT STAR DOESN’T FLY!! It was a feint! Star doesn’t fly through, merely stopping himself on the apron! As Danielson looks up to see why he wasn’t drilled, all he sees is Aero Star springboarding from the top rope…SPRINGBOARD INVERTED PLANCHA!! The nifty lucha move crashes right on Danielson!

Both men have taken some heavy blows already, but Star is the first man to get back to his feet, saluting the crowd. He tries to pull Danielson up and throw him back into the ring, but Danielson fights back and the two have a short skirmish before they both look up to see LOW KI CRASHING DOWN WITH THE SASUKE SPECIAL!!! SASUKE SPECIAL!!! ALL THREE MEN ARE DOWNED ON THE OUTSIDE!! There’s nothing these three won’t do for that Cruiserweight gold and it’s all starting to show right as we get to our first


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


We return from the commercial break with Low Ki and Aero Star going at it in the ring, Ki whipping Star into the corner only to eat a boot when Ki rushes. As Ki reels, Star hoists himself onto the second rope and bounces off…SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY…BATTERING RAM!! OH MY!! LOW KI WITH A HEADBUTT RIGHT TO THE EXPOSED CHEST OF THE EAGLE-SPREAD STAR!! A move that seems a little out of place given the cruiserweight settings, but nonetheless, Ki uses his cueball of a head to his advantage. Ki might have surprised himself, as he has to take a moment to shake the cobwebs out. In that moment, Star tries to recover, getting on one knee, which is the cue for Ki to rebound off the ropes…SHINING WIZARD…NO…REVERSE ROUNDHOUSE!!! THE BLACK MAGIC!! Star is duped and then covered by Ki –

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3-NO!!

FLYING HEADBUTT!! BRYAN DANIELSON IS RIGHT BACK IN!! An explosive entry if there ever is one, Danielson cracking his head right against Ki’s left arm. As Ki rolls away in pain, Danielson keeps in pursuit and grabs the hit shoulder…wraps it around…AND CINCHES IN THE LEBELL LOCK!! LEBELL LOCK IN TIGHT!! Ki is trying to crawl with all his might towards the ropes as the crowd pops huge for the first finishing move to show up…Ki crawling...Danielson leaning back for more pressure…BUT KI GETS TO A BOTTOM ROPE!! Mahoney has to beg Danielson to let go as the crowd deflates, but Danielson unhooks almost immediately, spinning to Low Ki’s lower body, grabbing an ankle, and pulling him away from the ropes…AND LATCHES ON THE ANKLE LOCK!!

From submission to submission, Danielson forces Ki to tend from one area to the next! If AmDrag can take away even one leg, Ki might be sunk…but Ki won’t go down without a fight! Even so, Danielson twists and torques at the tendon, causing Ki to scream in pain and reach for the ropes again…only for Danielson to PULL HIM AWAY!! As Danielson keeps wrenching the lock in the center, Ki gets a burst of energy…and rolls forward, forcing Danielson off his leg! The Washington native is a bit dazed, as Ki tries to limp back to his feet. He sucks it up long enough to see Danielson rise to his knees…AND LOW KI FINALLY NAILS HIS KILLING ROUNDHOUSE!! Ki has AmDrag out cold, covering the carcass that could finally get him a championship –

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3-NO!!

DANIELSON ROLLS A SHOULDER!! Ki breathes in deep out of frustration, but he had to know it wasn’t gonna end just on that. Even so, the irritated Ki backs a step or two away from Danielson, who is trying to get back to his feet. Ki gets in his martial arts stance as the champ rises…and STRIKES HIM WITH ANOTHER SHOOT KICK TO THE STERNUM!! Danielson curls his body in pain…but suddenly, he gets a burst of energy and DELIVERS A SHOOT KICK TO KI’S MIDSECTION! Ki reels now, clenching his fists to fight the pain…only to KICK DANIELSON RIGHT BACK!! AND THEN DANIELSON KICKS BACK!! Low Ki and Bryan Danielson are having a literal kick-off!! The crowd is eating up every single blow, reacting to each hit! Each men exchange five kicks on each other before they both drop to their knees in exhaustion. The crowd is still rumbling from the intense, high-paced exchange, but also because a man in a blue mask is ascending to the top rope unbeknownst to his opponents…DOUBLE TORNADO DDT!!! DOUBLE TORNADO DDT!! AERO STAR SPINS AND SPIKES BOTH DANIELSON AND KI INTO THE GROUND!! AAAAYYYY DIOOSSS MIIOOOO!! Star readjusts his mask as he slings himself onto Ki’s body –

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NO!!

KI’S SHOUDLER SHOOTS UP!! The Warrior’s arm slinks back down almost as quickly as it propelled from the canvas. Star doesn’t get too mad, opting instead to roll Ki away from the center of the ring. He sets the still dead body of Danielson closer to a corner that he soon ascends, his back to the ring. It takes Aero a second, which the groggy Danielson uses to rise and strike Aero in the spine a few times. He climbs up to the top rope with Star, looking for the SUPER BACK SUPLEX…NO!! Star delivers a pair of elbows and Danielson falls…BUT HIS FEET GET CAUGHT ON THE ROPES! Danielson falls into a Tree of woe position!

Star doesn’t move immediately, leading our eyes to Low Ki, suddenly cartwheeling across the ring…TIDAL CRUSH!! TIDAL CRUSH TO THE BACK OF AERO STAR’S HEAD!! OH MY!! Star slumps back and almost goes into the exact position as Danielson, but the also groggy Ki catches him and goes up top with him and sets him up for what looks like a SUPER GERMAN SUPLEX…only for Danielson to suddenly curl up from his Tree of woe and wrap his arms around Ki’s waist…AN AVALANCHE AND SPIDER GERMAN SUPLEX DOMINO!! STAR FLIPS ALL THE WAY TO HIS STOMACH ACROSS THE RING, KI CRASHES TO HIS TO HIS HEAD AND NECK, AND DANIELSON FOLDS OVER HIMSELF IN THE CORNER!!

“HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!”

The fans are going nuts at that spot, all three men absolutely devastated and motionless, completely unable to appreciate the chant they’re receiving. It takes a solid minute or two for anyone to begin showing signs of life, where Danielson is the first man to start crawling back to his feet. He has to grip the ropes to do so, but he’s soon followed by Low Ki recovering and gripping at the back of his neck. Both men are groggy as hell, barely able to stand.

But Ki pushes the issue when he uses one last burst to charge at Danielson, only for AmDrag to duck and lift Ki onto the apron. The two exchange exhausted blows before Ki manages to hit Danielson with a kick to the gut through the middle ropes. Danielson drops to his knees, but Ki doubles over in pain and tiredness. Like a bolt of blue lightening, Aero Star runs up from behind Danielson, LEAPS CLEANLY OVER HIM…AND CATCHES LOW KI FOR THE SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB…NO?? Ki has a death grip on the ropes and won’t let Star slam him! Star has enough strength to yank him off…AND POWERBOMBS HIM AGAINST THE GUARD RAIL!! A SUNSET FLIP GUARD RAIL POWERBOMB FROM AERO STAR!! WOW!! Star is all off balance after that out-of-style move, wobbling a bit and turning around only to see Danielson LAUNCHING THRUOGH THE MIDDLE ROPES WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!! ALL THREE MEN ARE DOWN AGAIN!! Danielson, though tired, gets to his knees and pumps a fist, the champ almost back in things as we move to another


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


As we return from the break, Danielson is back at it, but he’s meeting some resistance from Aero Star on the top rope. The crowd is fully behind him, even as Star fights back with several weak blows. Danielson strikes the mask with a pair of forearms before prepping his stance…AND EXECUTING A FRANKENSTEIR!! OH MY!! STAR GOES FLIPPING TO THE CANVAS!! Aero’s aerodynamic-ness bites him in the ass as he gets considerable hangtime before crashing down. Danielson tries to pick up the pieces and crawls over and covers, trying to keep his title on his shoulders –

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NO!!!

STAR FLAILS OUT OF THE COVER!! But as Star twists his body around to get out of the pin, Danielson traps his arms in the double chickenwing…AND TRANSITIONS FLAWLESSLY INTO THE CATTLE MUTLIATION!! But Star can feel the move coming and twists out before the move can be cinched in completely! Danielson keeps the chickenwings locked in, but Star rushes at a corner and lowers a shoulder, sending Danielson FACE FIRST INTO THE CORNER!!

Danielson is caught in the corner, allowing Aero to gather his breath for a moment. The masked cruiserweight then rushes at AmDrag, looking for the TIGER MASK KICK…Danielson blocks it by grabbing an ankle…AND GETS AN ANKLE LOCK!! ANKLE LOCK CINCHED IN!! Star tries to crawl away almost as soon as his tendons start getting torn at, but Danielson keeps him straight while moving out of the corner and pulling towards center ring! The crowd is buzzing huge for Danielson’s nifty counter, but the pop is interrupted by Low Ki suddenly springing into frame…SPRINGBOARD ROUNDHOUSE…NO!! DANIELSON DUCKS IT!!

Danielson’s turning into a Kurt Angle-esque counter machine here, but he has to let go of Star’s ankle to completely dodge the kick. Ki lands flat on his chest and ribs on the missed blow, knocking all the air out of him. He recovers only to look up and see Bryan Danielson NAILING HIM WITH THE MISSILE FRONT DROPKICK!! DANIELSON’S ON FIRE!! AmDrag rises to his feet and pumps both of his fists; that fire churning inside him and letting the adrenaline flow! The crowd is popping like crazy, Danielson turning around to see a limping Aero Star trying to rush at him…only for Danielson to catch Aero in a fireman’s carry…INTO THE AIRPLANE SPIN!! DANIELSON POPS OFF SIX SPINS…before he’s interrupted…BY THE JOHN WOO KICK FROM LOW KI!!

Star stays on Danielson’s shoulders, but Danielson’s spine crashes against the corner! Ki shakes the cobwebs out and then stretches his shoulders, the crowd wondering what’s gonna come next. Ki approaches the corner…AND HOISTS BOTH DANIELSON AND AERO STAR INTO A CRADLE SUPLEX LIFT. The pint-sized ninja powerhouse is giving an incredibly impressive display…does he really plan to do what we think he is? Ki steps around with both men on his shoulders before he BULLRUSHES TOWARDS ONE CORNER…but Star manages to scoot off the top…leaving Ki to CRUSH DANIELSON’S SKULL OFF THE TURNBUCKLE…LEADING RIGHT INTO THE FISHERMAN’S DRIVER!! THE KRUSH RUSH TO THE CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION!! The crowd is going insane as Ki hooks the legs –

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NO!!

Aero Star leaps over Ki’s back and pulls him off of Danielson’s body…AND COILS IT INTO AN OKLAHOMA ROLL…

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3…NO!!

Ki throws his legs up, both men scurrying to their feet. Star immediately catches Ki with a SAMURAI DRIVER…NO!! Ki traps Star up on his shoulders…AND POWERBOMBS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR!! MY WORD!! Possible revenge for the guard rail powerbomb earlier, but it takes Aero out of the equation completely! Star flips over himself as he hits the padded outside, leaving Ki and a still dead Danielson alone in the ring. Ki notes his luck as the crowd keeps their buzz, The Warrior taking it in and heading to the top rope. He climbs up top and leaps with no inhibitions…WARRIOR’S WAY…NOBODY HOME!! Danielson rolls out of the way at the last minute, literally in one motion with Ki’s roll forward off the missed double foot stomp…THE MISSED MOVE FLOWING FLAWLESSLY INTO A SMALL PACKAGE!! Danielson catches Ki in a brilliantly smooth counter –

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3…!!!


Here is your winner and STILL AOW Cruiserweight Champion…BRYAN DANIELSON at (22:38)


The crowd goes insane!! Danielson unhooks the surprise pin, gasping for air and possibly unsure what exactly just happened. He looks around and claws at his hair before Mahoney passes him the gold, telling him it’s his. Danielson looks up to see Low Ki with as pissed a face as he’s ever had, rubbing at his head in disbelief. Danielson gets to his feet and has his arm raised, leaving Ki to retreat to a corner to treat the wound of his first unsuccessful attempt at becoming Cruiserweight Champion.


Joey Styles:
BY THE SKIN OF HIS TEETH, DANIELSON RETAINS!!

JBL:
That was some quick thinkin’ by the Dragon on that one! Wow!

Joey Styles:
Taking nothing away from Aero Star or Low Ki, but Bryan Danielson just displayed why he’s been Cruiserweight Champion for nine months so far – it’s not just the strength, it’s not just the strikes, but it’s the survival instinct!

JBL:
Ol’ Spaghetti Legs managed to pull a rabbit out of his hat, but if I’m a bettin’ man, an’ lord knows I am, his reign in comin’ to an end – an’ I’d put money on Aero Star or Low Ki finishin’ it out.

Joey Styles:
Indeed, partner, both challengers looked like more than Championship material in what could be the toughest challenge Danielson’s had. But Bryan Danielson keeps his ‘Year of the Dragon’ going strong and keeps the Cruiserweight title!


We start fading away on the image of Danielson holding his title high going back up the aisle and to the stage…but then we suddenly cut to a backstage area, where Jamie Noble is watching on a television what just happened in the ring. His arms are folded and he’s nodding his head, smiling a bit. The commentators briefly wonder what Noble’s smiling about before that image fades away…


~Further backstage, locker room…


CM Punk is wrapping up his wrist tape, possibly preparing for his confrontation with JBL later. But suddenly, a trio of somebodies burst through the door. Paul Heyman strolls into the room flanked by both members of the Mercenaries…


Heyman:
CM Punk! Just the man we’re looking for.

Punk:
I hear you’re looking for someone with dirtier hands than mine.

Heyman:
Perhaps, but that’s why we’re here. Mr. Punk, as I’m sure you’re aware of by now, we have an intruder in the building who has resolve to ‘have blood on his hands’. And your relationship with this intruding suspect leads us to believe you have some…information.

~Punk scoffs and rubs at his chin

Punk
:
And if I did, why would I tell you?

Heyman:
I figured you’d say something like that. But just to let you know, the entire New York Police Department is behind us on this, making this more than an official legal matter. So if you withhold information, you could be charged as well. And if you do decide to tell us anything –

Albright:
Be careful what you say.

~Punk looks to the Mercs, Albright ready to jump him and Burchill rubbing at his Ripper glove. Punk isn’t intimidated, but he complies

Punk
:
Alright. I’ll bite. But I can’t help you. Yeah, Joe and I go a ways back. That is who you’re suspect is, right? Well, last week, I knew as much as he did about who screwed him over. And this week, I know as much as you guys do about whoever’s attacking guys. I don’t know if it’s Joe. I don’t know if it’s not.

~Punk shrugs his shoulders

Punk
:
Trust me, the only reason I’m here tonight is to wrangle me a cowboy later.

~No one has any real time to react in the crowd because Burchill gets in Punk’s face

Burchill:
You best be telling the truth, mate. Because I’m sure you’re not afraid of the police. But you’d better be afraid of us.

~As Birchill points to he and Albright, Heyman tries to tug Burchill away

Heyman:
Uh…gentlemen, come on. We have other places to investigate…

~Heyman leads the way out of the room, both Mercs lingering in a staredown with Punk. Once they leave, Punk goes back to wrapping his tape

Joey Styles:
CM Punk has a date with the commentator cowboy, later on tonight!

JBL:
He can kiss my Longhorns.


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**



When we return, “JIMBO” is playing, giving us the savage image of both members of The Samoan Fight Club strutting to the ring. Siaki is talking to Manu, but we’re not sure who or if both are competing until it’s announced that Siaki is competing alone. Siaki doesn’t get much heat, but he draws more when he knocks a fan’s can of beer out of his hand on the way in before stepping in.

This is opposed when “MAN WIT’ NO LAND’ plays, getting a very positive reaction for Kofi Kingston. Kingston’s bright smile follows him as he walks to the ring, proudly displaying his double-sided heritage on his sweatgear. He takes off his hoodie and his sweatpants and slaps some high-fives before stopping at the fan who had his beer knocked out of his hand. Kingston picks up the can, which didn’t spill much, and hands it back to him, saying ‘you know you shouldn’t waste dat’. This gets an even bigger pop as Kofi leaps in and prepares for battle.

Match 2
Kofi Kingston
v.
Siaki

{w/Manu}



Siaki plays up his aggressiveness, but also his cockiness, early in the bout. He thrashes the aerodynamic Kingston around, but Kofi manages to stay in the game and use his speed to his advantage. When we check in around the three minute mark, Siaki whips Kofi into a corner, only for Kingston to DOUBLE JUMP the corner…AND HIT THE SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY!! Kofi with the big cover – 1…2…3-NO!

Siaki kicks out, leaving Kingston waiting for him with a series of clotheslines and then an explosive dropkick. Kofi is building up a bunch of steam, trying to make it accumulate into the SOS…NO!! Siaki jams the move, leaving Kofi bent over but grabbing one of his arms…PUMPHANDLE SUPLEX!! WOW!! An impressive counter from Cocky Siaki that draws some ‘ooohs’ and ‘ahhs’ from the crowd. Siaki now goes for a cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Kingston stays in things!

Siaki is trying to end things quickly, stomping and punching at Kofi to soften him up even more. He bounces Kofi’s head off a corner to further this point, taking him and setting him up for a REVERSE STO…but Kingston shoots some counter elbows…floats over…AND HITS A FLOAT OVER DDT!! OH MY!!

Kofi with an impressive counter that gets him right back into things! He’s not able to pin Siaki right away, but Kofi watches as the Samoan gets to a corner, where Kofi leaps on him and HITS THE TEN PUNCH!! Kingston follows this up with an impressive European uppercut, the crowd charged behind him again. Kingston is feeling it, rebounding off the ropes…BOOM DROP!! Kingston’s really feeling it now, getting his thunderclaps all ready and the crowd charged behind him…TROUBLE IN PARADISE!! PERFECT HIT!! Kingston’s got the win on his lips...1…2…3…!!!

Winner: Kofi Kingston at (6:35)

BUT MANU ABSOLUTELY BEHEADS KINGSTON WITH A CLOTHESLINE!! Almost as soon as the bell rings, Manu storms the ring and destroys Kofi! The crowd whiplashes from a victory pop for a rising star to a bunch of heat for a mauling Samoan. Manu pulls Siaki to his feet, the smaller member gripping at his neck. He takes the limp body of Kingston and sets him up, looking for perhaps even more damage…

…BUT HERE COMES REY MYSTERIO CHARGING DOWN THE RAMP!! Mysterio comes to the aide of Kofi Kingston!! Mysterio immediately goes after Siaki, but even when he knocks him down, the gargantuan Manu closes that gap. Coming down the entrance ramp as slow as molasses behind Rey, however, is Carlito Colon. Obviously still forced into this tag team with Mysterio, Carlito is in no hurry at all to help his new partner in all kinds of trouble. Even when Manu and Siaki look at Carlito in wonder, Mysterio stares over his shoulder perhaps looking for some king of help, but it doesn't appear like he’s gonna get any of it…POP-UP SAMOAN DROP!! MANU BREAKS MYSTERIO IN HALF!!

The crowd is throwing a great deal of heat at both the Fight Club and the idle Puerto Rican on the outside, his arms crossed like he’s bored. The Samoan Fight Club rolls out of the ring and pass by Carlito on the way up the aisle, not taking their eyes off their former manager, Siaki even saying “Hey! Your new friends are weak!” They keep waking, leaving Carlito to just absorb the heat he’s getting while watching Kofi Kingston try to drag Mysterio to his feet, doing what a real tag team partner should be doing as we fade away…


~Backstage, Heyman’s office…


Waiting for Heyman in his office is none other than Acting Commander, Mick Foley. Foley looks quite beat up already, his injuries from the Last Man Standing match he refereed quite apparent, especially at his black eye. He’s playing with some of the stuff on Heyman’s desk before Heyman enters with the vengeful Mercs.


Heyman:
Mr. Foley. I think we can cut the gruff with you. All of my sources point to you as the guy I should be talking to. So Mick, according to the police, you’re only person who has actually had direct contact with the person messing up my show today. When did you have that contact?

Foley:
Eh. Maybe…twenty minutes, a half hour ago?

~Heyman’s face twists into anger and jolted frustration, while the Mercs’ eyes pop open as well

Heyman:
Wha-wha-WHAT?? WHERE IS HE!?

Foley:
I promised him I’d keep all that confidential.

~Heyman damn near spasms again, but gathers himself and pulls out something from his pocket

Heyman:
I have just received an official warrant from the NYPD for the arrest of Samoa Joe. If you do not tell me where Samoa Joe is right this instant, you will be charged with ‘obstruction of justice’.

~Heyman is virtually seething, but Foley just shrugs

Foley:
I won’t tell you where he is. Or even if it is Samoa Joe. But what I will tell you is I did notice how with Regal incapable of competing tonight, now there’s a hole in the main event. And so, doing the job you hired me for…I plugged it up.

~Heyman’s neck creaks with slow, irate precision back at Foley

Heyman:
…and who exactly did you plug into the main event?

Foley:
Him.

~Heyman and the Mercs know exactly who he’s talking about, both Mercs immediately rushing out. Heyman stays behind and jabs a finger in Foley’s face, so overcome with rage and his face twitching so bad, he can’t say another word. He leaves his own office virtually spasming in rage, Foley trollface grinning to himself…before looking directly at the camera and giving a thumbs up…



**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


~Backstage, the Green Zone interview set…


Torrie:
Ladies and gentlemen, my guests at this time, the AOW World Tag Team Champions – the Sons of the Dungeon!

~The Sons flank Torrie Wilson on both sides, the crowd with a modest pop as the champs flash their gold

Torrie
:
So fellas, you both have had very slow starts so far in Season 2. There are some even saying that you guys don’t deserve those Tag Team Championships just yet. What do you have to say to any of those naysayers?

~Both TJ and Smith look at one another and then Torrie with slight confusion

Smith
:
Who exactly is saying that, Torrie? That’s news to us.

Torrie:
Oh. Well, from various sources, people talking, rumors, you know how these things work.

Smith:
Not entirely. See, ‘Sons of the Dungeon’ isn’t just a cool team name. With it comes with some habits.

Wilson:
That’s right. For five days out of the week, six hours a day, we lock ourselves inside our own homemade ‘Dungeon’ right here in New York. In those six hours, we don’t have contact with the outside world, we don’t use the Internet, no wi-fi, nothing. Just perfecting wrestling.

Torrie:
Wow. That’s incredible. Well, I hope you guys aren’t too isolated to have heard that next week, there’s going to be a huge, huge Tag Team Turmoil match to determine who your #1 Contenders are for Champions in July.

Wilson:
Yeah. We got that news. But it might be news to the winners of that Turmoil match that we might choose to face them that very night.

Smith:
Exactly. So if you don’t mind, me and TJ have gotta go back to our own dungeon and keep making ourselves better. And I guess we have a new goal – shutting those ‘naysayers’ up.

~TJ and Harry nod at one another before leaving Torrie behind, the blond bombshell with a warm smile as we fade away…


~Back at ringside…


“MISERE CANTARE” hits the fray, as CM Punk makes his way through the curtain, a fresh two weeks off of his tournament win. As Punk walks through in his officially licensed shirt and his AOW Dynasty Championship, he doesn’t declare what time it is, simply opting to take a big inhale, smelling the air as if he’s smelling the wind of a new cattle ranch. Punk marches down to a huge pop before stepping in the ring, microphone in hand. He casts a gaze at the commentary booth, smacking his gum and grinning up a storm looking at JBL.



Punk:
There’s a hellova lot of buzz going around the arena tonight. A lot of buzz that, understandably, doesn’t have a whole lot to do with me.

~The ‘JOE!’ chants fade out to loud “CM PUNK!” chants, which he smiles at and acknowledges with a nod

Punk
:
So let’s make it about me!

~Another loud pop

Punk
:
Actually, even as I just said that, I realized it’s not even about me right now. No, no, no. This should be about Joey Styles. See, it was Joey who came up with the brilliant bet he made with his two-pence commentating partner that even led to his moment in the first place.

~Punk walks over close to the ropes and gives a wry smile, the crowd now starting a “JOEY STYLES! JOEY STYLES!” chant that gets the play-by-play man blushing a little

Punk
:
Joey, you’re a hellova guy who has always had my back. See, for those of you unaware, Joey made a bet with a certain someone that if I won the Dynasty Tournament, I got to step into the ring with that certain someone. And I think I’ve reminded everyone and their mother what I did two weeks ago. So let’s skip even further ceremonies – John “Bradshaw” Layfield, my biggest fan in the whole wide world, my best friend, my fellow straight-edge enthusiast - get your Longhorn ass in here!

~The crowd pops initially, but then lets out a rain of heat for JBL when he doesn't move a muscle. Jibbles doesn’t flinch.

Punk
:
Come on, John Boy. Don’t pick this one moment of your life to decide to be shy.

~JBL doesn’t move and the crowd throws more heat

Punk
:
Get in here, Jibbles. You wanna be a cowboy so bad, but I don’t think Eastwood or John Wayne ever sat there and pouted like a five year old.

~‘Oooooh’s from the crowd. JBL still doesn’t budge, just looking all kinds of pissed. When Punk realizes JBL isn’t gonna budge, he decides to prod some more

Punk
:
Get up before your stocks plummet into the same pit your career did.

~“OOOOOHHHH!!” This one strikes a nerve, JBL jumping to his feet and grabbing a microphone

JBL:
SHUT UP! SHUT UP! YOU SMUG LITTLE BASTARD!

~Punk acts offended, but couldn’t care less

JBL:
I will not step in that ring with you. You know why? Because you don’t deserve to stand in the ring with a former world champion with the class that I do! You don’t deserve that Dynasty Championship! An’ you sure as hell don’t deserve to be calling me out an’ trash talkin’ with Waffle House grease still stuck in your hair!

~A big reaction on that one, Jibbles going into a mad rant. Punk stares him down now, the crowd booing intensely

JBL:
I can’t stand you CM Punk because most of all, you don’t deserve to be a professional wrestler.

~A huge rain of heat here, Punk looking legitimately angry


JBL:
Oh, did I strike a nerve? You sit here an’ you wanna hog your little spotlight, thinkin’ professional wrestling is some kinda game. I get it, you’re passionate. But that ain’t enough. I can list a whole bunch of guys who thought passion was all they had to have. They never made it out of the territories. You think just because you won a tournament you’re hot stuff? Yeah, you won, it’s great, but wrestling ain’t about what you did last month, or even two weeks ago. It’s what’re you doin’ for me right now.

~Jibbles pauses for emphasis and to watch Punk squirm


JBL:
An’ all you’re doin’ right now is talkin’ about some fictitious ‘hero’ role you wanna fill. I got news for you, Punky – heroes are like stocks. They’re predictable, they all have a price, an’ eventually, they all fall. Every. Single. One of’em. Give a hero the right amount of money an’ you can get him to jump from his pedestal. Morals an’ accomplishments won’t mean a damn thing. The sooner you learn that, the better.

~Punk takes that in as the crowd throws huge eat. The Dynasty Champion ponders that over John’s point for a moment

Punk
:
Is that what happened to you, John Boy? You were a beer guzzling, card-playing, no-nonsense guy who everyone loved…and then you traded in your ace of clubs and your Budweiser’s for a portfolio and a limo.

~A pop for the mention of this, more ‘oooohs’ going around too

Punk
:
I’m not even into the lifestyle you used to live and I’m saying that that’s weak as hell. So you wanna teach me about how a hero falls and I’ll tell you you weren’t a hero at all.

~Punk just stares hard into JBL’s eyes, neither man backing down from wanting to probably killing the other one

Punk
:
But since you wanna teach me so bad…how about you teach me about it in this ring, right now?


This gets the crowd popping again and it shuts JBL up…only for JBL to start taking off his tie! He throws down his microphone and starts moving around the announce desk for the crowd to react even bigger. Punk takes off his shirt and prompts an even bigger pop! The clash of the egos commences! Punk gets in a ready position and JBL gets up to the apron and sticks his leg through the ropes…

…only to step right back out, smile, and wave Punk off. An incredible batch of heat comes down on the Texan, who is stupid enough to stay on the apron and turn to the crowd to soak in his reaction…AND PUNK ROUNDHOUSES HIM IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD!! JBL FALLS TO THE FLOOR!!!

Punk is all kinds of pumped, the crowd popping their heads off for Punk finally getting some kind of comeuppance on the loudmouth…but it doesn’t take long for the huge pop to become a distinct buzz. Punk is still all kinds of pumped, but he turns to see what all the murmuring is about…only to be hit by a FLYING SPRINGBOARD KNEE…FROM TYLER BLACK!! TYLER BLACK DRILLS PUNK IN THE SKULL!! The crowd is throwing a huge pile of genuine heat on top of Black, whose alignment seems to be getting more and more defined by the week. Black stares at Punk with hungry eyes, the One Man Gray Area’s skunk-split hair falling wild over his face. He doesn’t take his gaze off of Punk for one second, stalking him as he tries to get to his feet…Black rushes at him…jumps…BLACK OUT!! BLACK OUT!! THE RUNNING JUMPING CURB STOMP IS INTRODUCED IN A BIG WAY!!

Punk’s nose and face are SPIKED into the canvas, absolutely deadening the crowd. The Dynasty Champion could have some dislodged teeth after that blow, his entire body being left lifeless. Black pushes his hair out of his face with a cocky smile developing, waving his hair and picking up Punk’s microphone. Black then stoops low, right beside Punk’s ear…


Black:
CM Punk…you so badly want this to be about you. Well it is. Because next week, I’m challenging you for your Dynasty Championship. You’re in my sights, Punk, and this is just a taste of what I can do. I won’t stop until I take what I want from you.

~Black reaches around and grabs Punk’s stray championship belt, taking it with him and holding it above his head as he rises to a vertical base

Black:
Welcome…to The Black Out.

~Black emphatically drops the microphone, but keeps the Championship belt held high, that dark look in his eye growing moreso the more his hair covers up his face. The final image of this segment is that of “BLACK TO WHITE” playing over the speakers and Tyler Black standing tall over the decimated face of the aspiring ‘hero’…


Quote:
***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Michaels
:
But then there was the darkness…

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

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

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

Michaels
:
He wishes to always be in the light…

Michaels hangs his head before he keeps walking…

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

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

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

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

Michaels
:
From dust…to dust…

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

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

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

Michaels
:
But my time…will never be up!

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





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

AUGUST 24th, 2008
Mellon Arena – Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

***

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


As we return, we’re in another area backstage, where once again Paul Heyman takes center stage. This time, it’s not The Mercenaries surrounding him, but members of the New York Police Department. Heyman appears to be showing the officers the warrant (which is now on a clipboard) and listening to a chief officer calling out a battle strategy. We only begin to hear the conversation halfway through…

Officer:
…and you guys will take the right side of the stage. You four will line the ramp in case he tries to run past.

~The officers murmur and nod, Heyman being much more enthusiastic about it than they are

Heyman:
YES sir!

~The chief looks at Heyman blankly before telling the other officers to ‘move out’. Heyman watches with sinister glee at the scenario he’s created here, but he’s interrupted by The Mercenaries showing up once again

Burchill:
So what’s our move now?

Heyman:
Now you leave it to the authorities.

Albright:
I’m not leaving until Samoa Joe bleeds.

Heyman:
Then how about you guys stay back here for insurance. If Samoa Joe so much as approaches the curtain, you guys do your thing. Should make it easier for everybody. No?

~Burchill and Albright let out their first signs of joy all night, meticulous smirks crawling onto their faces. As they warm up to the idea, Heyman gets a wider smirk and exits the scene, the camera staying on the Mercs patting themselves on the back as we fade away…


~Back at ringside…



Joey Styles:
Welcome back to Wednesday Night Oblivion, ladies and gentlemen, where we’re all set for what could be an absolutely anarchic main event, but several huge developments have already gone down. What we just saw was Paul Heyman and the New York Police Department concocting a plan to capture Samoa Joe should he come down that ramp.

JBL:
As well he should. THIS IS AMERICA, DAMMIT, AN’ WE STILL HAVE LAWS!

Joey Styles:
Can you, like, not be here? You’ve got a lump growing in the back of your head from where Punk nearly kicked it off moments ago and yet your stubborn self is still out here.

JBL:
Samoa Joe wanted to rant about just doing his job, well I’m doing MY job! Nowhere in my job description does it say I have to step in a ring with a cafeteria worker like CM Punk, but it does say I sit at this table an’ I give color commentating.

Joey Styles:
Yeah but John –

JBL:
A Punk kick can’t deter me from my position!

Joey Styles:
Well, moving on to –

JBL:
I am whatever it is I say I am an’ that is that I am a Commentator…God.

Joey Styles:
Riveting. Anyways, announced not long after JBL got clocked by a Punk roundhouse is that next week, CM Punk will be defending his Dynasty Championship against the man who won the Fan Bracket Showcase the same night Punk won the Dynasty Tournament in Tyler Black. Black won the right to face the Dynasty Champion at any point this month. A vicious assault from Black cemented the contest –

JBL:
An’ gave that smug doofus what he deserved!

Joey Styles:
Such unbiased commentary. But also next week, there will be a huge Tag Team Turmoil match to determine the #1 contenders for the AOW World Tag Team Championships! From what we know, five teams have already thrown their names in the hat – The Hooliganz, The Mexicools, American Made, the Samoan Fight Club, and the team of DAT MUSCLE. More teams could be added before next week, but you’ll have to tune in to see!

JBL:
I can’t wait for any of it!

Joey Styles:
That’s next week, but right now, there you see the contract these men are all fighting for.
(Camera pan to reveal a contract sitting on a small pedestal next to the commentator’s table). That is a contract for the winner of this match to get their shot sealed and delivered. Remember, Heyman said the title shot cannot be split, shared, or taken away and I’m sure whoever wins is gonna want it in stone very quickly.

JBL:
This is gonna be too good. We’ve got a huge main event to settle an’ a big Samoan to take away in handcuffs! Let’s go!


No sooner than JBL says that, “LAMBEG” hits the threshold to bring forth Finlay. The perpetually angry Irishman still has his permanent scowl etched on his face, shillelagh in hand, and marching to a solid array of heat. Finlay climbs into the ring and threatens to smash Tony Chimel with the shillelagh, but pulls back and puts it aside.

As Finlay waits for the rest of his opponents, a “JOE’S GONNA KILL YOU” chant makes it’s way around the Hammerstein, Finlay pausing to look around and listen to it. Before he can respond, “SEXY BOY” hits to a solid ovation, as Shawn Michaels bursts through the curtain and down to the ring. He doesn’t have his usual Shawn Michaels swagger at all, but he does manage to crack a small smile on his way down the ramp. He rolls into the ring and plays to the crowd for a bigger pop, but when he stops, he stares daggers at Finlay – the man who eliminated him the Dynasty Tournament. Michaels almost JUMPS Finlay, but referee Ray Ramsey gets between both men and stops it before anything happens.

Even with that aggressive showing, the crowd still kicks back up their “JOE’S GONNA KILL YOU” chant. Michaels settles in and doesn’t try to let the crowd affect him. His face makes it look easy, but the entire crowd is progressively getting louder. As Finlay and Michaels try to drown out the immense crowd noise behind them, police officers and arena security begin storming the stage to immense heat, setting up to the left and right and down the ramp, just as they’d planned. They’re all preparing to jump the next person who comes through the curtain. Paul Heyman appears to great heat and pushes his way through the police, but stands behind some in the front, his warrant pressed against him on the clipboard. The crowd continues to throw great heat and even a kicking up of a new chant…

“FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE!”

Heyman makes sure everyone is set and ready. Some officers clutch their batons, others with handcuffs ready. The men on the ramp are ready to jump on anyone who gets past the initial brigade and the arena security has formed a barricade at the end of the entrance ramp. The arena is buzzing like crazy for the arrival of the man they want…






























“RE! SPECT!!”


*WALK*




THE HELL IS THIS…??? THAT’S ROB VAN DAM!!! WHAT IS HE DOING HERE??? The Hammerstein Ballroom takes a beat once the classic Pantera chords hit, but after just a second, it sink in who this is and the arena ABSOLUTELY EXPLODES. The roof is blown off the Hammerstein and flies even higher when a smiling ROB VAN DAM steps between the curtains and steps onto the stage. There’s not much disappointment in this bait-and-switch.


Joey Styles:
COULD IT BE? THAT’S HIM!! THAT’S DEFINITELY ROB VAN DAM!! MR. WEDNESDAY NIGHT IS BACK!!

JBL:
What’s goin’ on here?? He’s supposed to be banned from competin’ for titles!! What the hell is this??


The crowd reaction is not stopping, even as Van Dam stands on the entrance stage looking around at all the cops surrounding him. He looks over at Paul Heyman and his smile grows even wider. Heyman’s face is paralyzed, completely flabbergasted. The chief officer looks at Heyman with concern and confusion and we can’t hear him over the marking out crowd, but we can read he and Heyman’s lips

“Hey, Mr. Heyman, that’s not Samoa Joe. This warrant is for Samoa Joe.”

“I…I know…”

Heyman can barely sputter out any words, just watch in awe as RVD seems to have beaten the system. RVD takes in his huge ovation as he actually starts walking down the ramp, taking his sweet time and looking at all the officers lining the ramp. We can hear Heyman and the officer talking now, a TV microphone apparently close to them

“Arrest him! He can’t be in this match!”

The chief shakes his head and isn’t as close to the microphone as Heyman, but we can make out the words ‘warrant says Joe’. Van Dam gets to the barricade of security at the base of the ramp, and waits for them to move. Because there’s nothing they can do either, the barricade has to part like the Red Sea to allow RVD to get to the ring. Not long afterwards, the security and officers start heading through the curtain, much to the dismay of Heyman, who remains frozen on the stage.

The ovation only gets louder when they part and Van Dam finally gets to the ropes, climbs in, and twirls with his arms in the air. The place is deafening, both Michaels and Finlay looking on in great discouragement. Finlay in particular has an even greater scowl, one of the only three men in the company to beat him now officially in this match. With all that out of the way, Chimel finally announces RVD, which causes the entire Hammerstein to chant with Van Dam as he pumps his thumbs – “ROB!! VAN!! DAM!!”

~Winner goes to the main event of Origins & Endings~
Rob Van Dam v. Finlay v. Shawn Michaels


It takes several moments for the crowd to calm down, but even when the ruckus subsides a bit, the entire audience is all over the returning hero. The beginning minutes of the contest consist of offensive and feeling-out maneuvers, but also RVD stopping any match action to listen to the crowd that keeps chanting his name. He acknowledges them repeatedly, only to be stopped at points by Michaels and Finlay forcing him to actually keep fighting.

With the crowd in the palm of RVD’s hand, Shawn Michaels’s energy in particular seems to be slowly drained with each passing moment. Michaels isn’t lying when he says the only place he has freedom is in the ring. Even so, he has lots of fight in him to keep fending off Finlay, who remains incredibly aggressive in pursuit of his own title shot

Five minutes into the contest, Finlay has managed to keep Michaels at bay and to take the crowd out of the equation for Van Dam, WHIPPING HBK TO THE FLOOR and wrenching Van Dam’s shoulder in a vicious series of vises. But the crowd starts pumping RVD back up when Finlay has him in a rest hold, which RVD successfully gets out of it by wrapping around Finlay’s wrist…AND CRACKING FINLAY IN THE JAW WITH A SERIES OF KICKS!! RVD finishes it off with a JUMPING SPIN KICK! That’s more than enough to get him back into things, Van Dam seeing Finlay set up…CARTWHEEL MOONSAULT!! Van Dam has a great deal of momentum…but it gets thrown to the wind when Shawn Michaels re-enters the ring, grabs Van Dam from behind, and chunks him over the top rope!

This doesn’t get Michaels the most positive reaction. It matters little to him as he covers for his own shot – 1…2…NO!! Finlay kicks out, which forces HBK to drag him to his feet, trap him in a headlock, and punching at his face to try and wear him down more. Finlay almost shrugs out of the brawling style, pushing Michaels away, and MEETING HIM WITH A CLOTHESLINE! Michaels rolls into himself, Finlay shooting the half – 1…2…NO!! HBK still has fight, which Finlay looks to force out of him with the FINLAY PRESS!! Finlay tries another cover – 1…2…3-NO!!

Michaels’s classic resolve is on display, but now Finlay is back in control, opting to wrap Michaels and his bad back in a grounded bearhug. HBK has to fight his way to a vertical base and headbutt Finlay away, only for Finlay to slug Michaels in the lower back to stop his offense. Finlay then whips Michaels into the ropes, only for HBK to duck underneath a clothesline attempt and in one momentous motion, grab the top rope and sling himself over…A SLINGSHOT PLANCHA ONTO ROB VAN DAM ON THE OUTSIDE!! Michaels gives it his all to keep RVD out of the contest, but Finlay sees this and stalks both men as they try to recover. Michaels pulls RVD up to try and sling him back into the ring, but Van Dam fights back, only for them to look up and see Finlay rushing on the apron…AND LEAPING WITH A DIVING CLOTHESLINE…but RVD ducks…AND MICHAELS IS HIT WITH THE BRUNT OF THE FORCE!!

RVD sees Finlay trying to recover from his out-of-character dive and sets him back down with a DISCUS LEG LARIAT that plants Finlay right in the face! He goes down hard, only for RVD to turn to Shawn Michaels and roll him back into the ring. Van Dam climbs to the apron and in one smooth motion, leaps over and performs a perfect SPLIT-LEGGED MOONSAULT ONTO MICHAELS!! RVD with a huge cover – 1…2…3-NO!! MICHAELS STAYS IN IT!!

Van Dam almost can’t believe it, but he stays on HBK, dragging him a little farther into the ring. Van Dam has the crowd all on his side as he tries for some ROLLING THUNDER…BUT MICHAELS CATCHES HIM…INTO A SCOOP POWERSLAM!! PERFECT EXECUTION!! Michaels gets a good reaction from the crowd on that despite not being the favorite, using that to get him to climb through the ropes and go up top…DIVING ELBOW DROP!! Michaels is all pumped up, as the end could be near…FINLAY CLOTHESLINE!! MICHAELS IS BEHEADED AS HE CELEBRATES!!

Finlay shoves RVD out of the ring and takes Michaels up by his hair, nearly ripping the experienced locks out of his head. Finlay forces HBK up and over his shoulder…CELTIC CROSS…SUNSET FLIP!! Michaels turns it into a sunset cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Finlay clasps his legs over Michaels’s head to break up the count, only for both men to get back to their feet quickly…SWEET CHIN MUSIC…NO!! Finlay ducks the superkick and puts Michaels on his shoulders…ROLLING HILLS!! Finlay with another huge cover – 1…2…3-NO!! MICHAELS STILL HAS ENOUGH LEFT IN HIM!!

Finlay has a look of frustration on his scowling face, but he still has a plan. He goes over to the corner he started the match in and picks up his trusted shillelagh, waiting for Michaels to get back to his feet…AND STRIKING…BUT MICHAELS DUCKS!! He rebounds off the ropes behind him and shoots back at Finlay…FLYING FOREARM…AND THE KIP-UP!! Michaels is beaten up quite a bit, but he has more than enough left in him to wait on Finlay and hit him with a scoop slam…ascend to the top rope…AND HIT A SECOND ELBOW DROP!!

MICHAELS IS IN THE ZONE!! HE’S FEELING IT! The crowd is slowly getting on Michaels’s side, especially when he goes over into the corner and starts his stomping…AND CRACKS FINLAY IN THE JAW WITH THE SWEET CHIN MUSIC!! SUPERKICK CONNECTING!! Finlay drops like a log, but the crowd’s buzzing gets louder as Michaels struggles to go for a cover…but someone’s coming through the crowd…



IT’S JOE!! IT’S SAMOA JOE!! HE’S COMING THROUGH THE CROWD!! THE COMPETITORS DON’T SEE HIM UNTIL HE’S ASSAULTING SHAWN MICHAELS!! Joe has inserted himself into this situation like we all knew he would, just not the way we thought he would! The crowd is losing all their SHIT as Joe finally shows up! Even if it is at Michaels’s expense, Joe is true to his word! He thrashes Michaels around before forcing him up against the ropes…AND CLOTHESLINING HIM OVER THE TOP!! The crowd is still losing their minds, but it degenerates into a huge parade of heat, as the officers re-storm the stage, ramp, and then to the ring. It takes several officers and officials to swarm, tackle, and subdue Joe.

There’s a mosh pit of NYPD and security in and around the ring, the chaotic scene almost completely covering everything up and making it difficult to see anything at all. What we do see is RVD trying to reenter the ring, only to see Samoa Joe being carried away in handcuffs. He’s actually not putting up much of a fight, although the crowd begins throwing things at the police. In the anarchic scene, Van Dam has to watch his best friend in the company be carried away by law enforcement, doing his best to plead with the officers. Joe still isn’t putting up a fight, simply staying stern before smiling at Van Dam. Despite the crowd’s jeering, Joe is led up the ramp right by Heyman, who orders them to "GET HIM OUTTA MY SIGHTS!" Heyman doesn't follow them backstage, but the ring area soon begins to clear, the mob to dissipating from the ring…

…to reveal Finlay suddenly on his feet, WITH A STEEL CHAIR IN HAND. RVD is trying to still beg for Joe to not be taken away, the crowd buzzing insatiably…FINLAY SWINGS THE CHAIR…NO!! Van Dam dodges the shot at the very last second, and takes Finlay’s feet from under him with a leg sweep! Finlay falls and drops the chair, Van Dam snatching it up as the Irishman recovers…tosses the chair up, Finlay catching it…VAN DAMINATOR!! VAN DAMINATOR!! FINLAY IS OUT LIKE A LIGHT!! Van Dam has the crowd’s reaction completely flipping to a massive pop as he pumps the arms and hits the top rope, doing exactly what he did to Finlay the last time he faced him…FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH!! FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH!! RVD looking to pin Finlay for the second time – 1…2…3…!!!

Winner and NEW #1 Contender for the AOW World Heavyweight Championship: Rob Van Dam at (16:49)


AND THE HAMMERSTEIN BALLROOM EXPLODES IN EUPHORIA!! It took (an absurd) amount of shenanigans, but Rob Van Dam wins it! He climbs off of Finlay and has his hand raised to his Earth-shattering ovation, only to look up at the entrance stage to see Paul Heyman with his mouth hanging open.

Joey Styles:
HE DID IT!! Foley stuck him in the match and Rob Van Dam took advantage of the incredible disarray!

JBL:
THAT SHOULDN’T HAVE HAPPENED!! Foley had no authority whatsoever to put Rob Van Dam in this match! This should be thrown out! I’m glad to see him too, but it’s not legal! He was banned from all title competition, including matches like this!

Joey Styles:
For a guy who spent his entire career bending the rules, you sure are bringing it down hard, but it doesn’t matter! Rob Van Dam has a guaranteed shot!

JBL:
This is an absolute travesty! Rules don’t mean anything anymore! What the hell is all this?? Come on, Paul, strip him of the win! This is utterly ridiculous!


Before Heyman can do anything of the sort, RVD rolls outside the ring to get a look at the guaranteed title shot contract. He smiles at it while gathering his breath, looking around for a pen. He steals the pen Joey Styles was using and signs on the dotted line to a big pop…only to lift it up over his head for an even BIGGER ovation!!

Joey Styles:
Now there’s nothing Heyman or anybody can do!! That’s a guaranteed, iron-clad title shot!

JBL:
NO!! NO!! NO!!

Joey Styles:
YES!! Rob Van Dam is going to the main event of Origins & Endings, despite his restrictions, despite his hardship, and despite one his best friends being carried out by the cops!

JBL:
None of these guys should be rewarded!

Joey Styles:
Whether you think so or not, Bradshaw, the truth remains that Rob Van Dam found a way in and now he’s gonna ‘walk’ right to Pittsburgh!


The final image we have of this Oblivion is that of Rob Van Dam in the center ring with Pantera playing again, pumping those signature thumbs with his signed contract in tote, Shawn Michaels looking on depressingly from the outside, and Paul Heyman scowling harder than he ever has as we

Fade…

To…

Black…

END SHOW





ORIGINS & ENDINGS
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania – Mellon Arena
August 24, 2008
*Current Card*


~AOW World Heavyweight Championship~
Christian Cage(c) v. Rob Van Dam(?)



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Gonna give you the Exclusives for the show, no preview, then you get full show. Going in dry this time. I apologize in advance if things get *too* crazy

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Spoiler for Mercy for the Mercs:


Backstage, evidently post-show of last week. Heyman is pacing in his office, not knowing what do. He looks incredibly worried and his expression doesn’t get much better when Mercenaries, Inc. walks through the door. None of the three men look any kind of pleased, especially Regal, who has his head bandaged up from his damage

Heyman:
Gentlemen, I know what you’re thinking and I did the best with the situation I could and –

Regal:
Your best wasn’t very good though, was it? Is this gauze wrap around my noggin an example of your best?

Heyman:
I understand your anger, Mr. Regal, but this is a professional setting and that is no way to talk.

Albright:
Professional setting? We just had cops come arrest a wrestler in the middle of a match that another wrestler broke into against all restrictions, who was put in the match by an insubordinate authority figure. And you want to call this professional?

Burchill:
The only thing professional about this place is us. We do our work, get paid, and leave well enough alone. And we very much have a case on this one. And hey, as luck would have it, your man-slave Shawn Michaels isn’t here. So it’s just you and us.

Regal:
Therefore, I would think more clearly in this situation, Heyman. And don’t take our requests lightly.
~Heyman, terrified, shakes a little

Heyman:
Requests? What requests? More money? But I already paid you for this and for last ti –

Regal:
No, we want more than money this time.
~Heyman tries to collect himself and think before getting an idea

Heyman:
How about this…Burchill, Albright. You guys will be the final team in the Tag Team Turmoil match next week. You’d be in perfect position to win and then face the Sons for the titles. And you, Regal…I can’t give you an AOW Championship shot. But I can give you a match for the Dynasty Championship at Origins & Endings, whoever the champion may be. How’s that sound?
~The Mercs look somewhat assuaged, but Regal seems to have more to say

Regal:
That’s all fine and dandy. But I want Van Dam.

Heyman:
…and next week you will get him, one-on-one.
~Regal looks to his boys and they seem to murmur about something with him before they look to Heyman with smiles

Regal:
It’s been nice doing business with you, Mr. Heyman. Gents?
~The tension in the room isn’t completely gone, but it seems to subside in all three men’s faces. When they leave, all the tension in Heyman’s body leaves, allowing him to breathe again. Heyman is having a minor hyperventilation problem as we fade away…



Spoiler for Pledge Miz:


A microwave, inside a kitchen. Perhaps in a frat house…? We know this because when we pull back from the microwave, we see DAT MUSCLE, the team of Ken Doane and Chris Masters. They have douchebag smirks on their faces and wait until the microwave BEEPS. Masters opens it up and pulls out…a beer. Gross. Masters and Doane’s smiles only get wider as Chris passes it over…to The Miz, whose face is warped in all kinds of yuck like the Poison Help Hotline mascot.

Doane:
For your first leg of initiation, pledge brother Miz, is you gotta drink beer.

Miz:
Oh no. Oh god no.

Masters:
You want in, you’d better do it.

Miz:
But it’s all warm and nasty!

Doane:
That’s the point, Sherlock. Now drink up or we can find someone cool enough who will.

Miz:
No, I mean, I’ll do it. I’ll do it.
~Miz VERY hesitantly takes the horrifically warm beverage from Masters, his face still contorted in anguish…and he starts downing it. He takes two gulps before gagging and almost spitting it out, but Masters raises the bottle and almost funnels it into his mouth

Doane:
Nope, gotta finish in one sitting. CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!
~Doane keeps chanting, Masters joining in, all the way until the last drop is out of the longneck. Miz flops around like a fish having a seizure, gagging for air while simultaneously having saliva all over him. He finally gets to his feet and is locked in a headlock by Masters, who promptly gives him a noogie

Doane
:
You made it, pledge. Now you just gotta worry about the other initiation acts.

Miz:
Oh come on! What else is there?

Masters:
We’re not gonna tell you. But we will say you can bypass them if you help us win Tag Team Turmoil next week.

Miz:
Alright, you know I’ll be there. Oh god, I think my liver has sunburn…

Doane:
Atta boy, Mikey. See you next week.
~Doane pats Miz on the back before he and Masters walk away, laughing like giddy girls. Miz is doubled over and possibly about to barf as we fade away…



Spoiler for Mexican Road Trip:


The locker room, sometime during the last show. Carlito Colon is sitting on one side of a bench, Rey Mysterio on the other. They couldn’t be any more distant if they tried. Mysterio is still selling getting decimated by the Fight Club earlier in the night. There’s an immense amount of tense air between both men, but it’s Mysterio who talks first

Mysterio:
So what do you even have against me, man? I’m just trying to do what your father asked.

Carlito:
Yeah. And? Do ju’ see Carlito talking nice about his dad?

Mysterio:
I don’t care about your daddy issues. But if we’re gonna be a tag team, the least you could do is have my back.

Carlito:
Carlito doesn’t watch the back of Mexicans.
~Obviously, this greatly offends Mysterio, who stands up

Mysterio:
What?! You still on your “Latino Savior” horse? There is nothing wrong with being Mexican. And that’s something I’m damn proud of being.
~Mysterio points to his stomach tattoo

Carlito:
Then why don’t ju’ be, like, a better Mexican?
~This just makes Mysterio’s body language say ‘WTF?’

Carlito:
Carlito doesn’t mind Mexicans. What Carlito hates is when Mexicans just do Mexican things and fuel the stereotypes. Ju’ runnin’ around in jour funny little mask doesn’t help that.

Mysterio:
What does it matter to you what a culture looks like? I’m proud of this mask. I’m proud of my people and what we do.

Carlito:
But it makes Carlito look bad. Do ju’ know how many times Carlito walks up to people in this country only to have them ask “Carlito…what part of Mexico is Puerto Rico? When ju’ gonna pick my peaches, man?” Carlito doesn’t pick peaches. He spits apples! In this country, everyone assumes ‘Hispanic’ means ‘Mexicans’. And jou’re giving all of us a bad name.
~Mysterio can hardly keep from laughing at this statement

Mysterio
:
That just might be the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.
~As Carlito leaps off the bench now to get in Mysterio’s face, the two strange bedfellows watching Mick Foley walk into the room

Foley:
Hope you fellas are getting close. I just got off the phone with Carlito’s father. He said, uh, that it wouldn’t do you guys much good to be in the Tag Team Turmoil match next week. But what he suggested might be even better.
~Mysterio and Carlito glance at each other before getting out of their aggressive positions and pay closer attention to Foley

Foley:
I will grant the two of you a leave from the show so you can go out, travel together, and put your differences aside and learn about each other.

Carlito:
Wait, what?! Carlito has to go on the road with HIM!?

Mysterio:
I gotta go on the road with HIM!?

Foley:
Yep. At least until Origins & Endings, anyway. Y’know, Carly wants you, Carlito, to learn a little bit more respect. You’re two exceptional talents and I expect the two of you to not kill each other. On the first day. Y’know what, I think it’s a terrible idea, but hey, anything is possible in wrestling. Have fun with your paid leave, guys.
~Foley throws his hands up and shrugs as he walks out. Mysterio only laughs as he walks out of the room, leaving Carlito and his hair to bounce with worry, calling out “Hey!” as we fade away…



Spoiler for Cranky Cruiserweights:


Backstage, the last episode of Oblivion. Bryan Danielson, title over shoulder, is roaming until he finds Low Ki, the man he pinned to retain his Cruiserweight Championship. Ki doesn’t seem happy at all to see Danielson.

Danielson:
Hey. Ki. That was a phenomenal match out there. I’m incredibly honored to be in a division with guys like you.
~Bryan holds out a hand. Ki looks at Danielson with a hard gaze before sniffing in distain…and straight up gives him the cold shoulder and walks away. Danielson just stands there, not sure what to think, until he’s approached by one Jamie Noble.

Noble:
You really are this so called ‘White Knight’, aren’t you?

Danielson:
I…I guess so?

Noble:
I don’t know if we’ve been properly acquainted. Besides you, y’know, bein’ launched into my lap a few weeks back.

Danielson:
Uh, yeah. I saw your matches with Christian in the Offseason. Those were pretty phenomenal, too.

Noble:
Don’t kiss ass, kid. My point is you can expect to see me a hellova lot more in the next few weeks.

Danielson:
So that title shot thing you got. You wanna use it on this?
~Danielson lifts his Championship a little bit so Noble can get a good look…

Noble:
Somethin’ you should know about pitbulls, boy – when they grab somethin’, they don’t let go. Not until they rip somethin’ off. So don’t give me a chance to even sniff that title. Because I won’t let it go until it’s mine.
~Noble walks away, leaving Danielson to just watch him walk away before taking in that entire situation, letting out a sigh, and running his fingers through his hair as we fade away…

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July 23rd, 2008

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

“Perpetual Turmoil”


*AOW!! AOW!! AOW!!*

Quote:
“The Fight Song” by Marilyn Manson vignette

(Whispers)

Fight…

Danielson leaps for the flying headbutt…

Fight…

HBK cocks back, Sweet Chin Music ready…

Fight…

Christian leaps for the springboard plancha…

Fight…

Chris Jericho’s silhouette is highlighted…

*Opening guitar riff*

You'll never grow up to be a big rock star

The camera goes from the ground up to the face of Antonio Banks in his debut

Celebrated victim of your fame

Shawn Michaels comes down the ramp, pumped up from the main event of day one

Just cut our wrists like cheap coupons

RVD pumps his thumbs

And say that "death was on sale today"

Bryan Danielson points to his opponent singing his theme’s chorus

*Upped tempo, heavier sound*

And when we were good

Jack Evans’ double moonsault!

You just close your eyes

Aero Star, Psicosis, and Super Crazy perform the Triple Tope Torpedo!

So when we are bad

Ken Doane leg drops Billy Kidman though the announce table!

We'll scar your minds

A replayed shot of the Dungeon Device from TJ Wilson to Jack Evans in the Offseason

Fight!

SWEET CHIN MUSIC!!

Fight!

WARRIOR’S WAY!!!

Fight!

MUSCLE BUSTER!!!

Fight!

PEPSI PLUNGE!!

Fight!

FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH!!!

Fight!

CELTIC CROSS!!

Fight!

619!!!

Fight!

UNPRETTIER!!!

*Final cymbal crash*

Christian Cage holds his title high in jubilation
***

The Hammerstein is absolutely buzzing, once again filled to the brim with 3,000+ rabid fans who are screaming “AOW! AOW!” at the top of their lungs. Their ravenous reaction becomes an overwhelming pop when “WALK” hits the speakers, announcing the arrival of one Rob Van Dam.

Joey Styles:
Welcome to another edition of Wednesday Night Oblivion, folks, Joey Styles alongside John “Bradshaw” Layfield where last week we saw this man create one of the most anarchic scenes in all of AOW history!

JBL:
He broke the law on live TV an’ violated all of his contractual restrictions! Quit treatin’ him like a hero!

Joey Styles:
Rob Van Dam and Samoa Joe concocting a plan of action last week that resulted in RVD becoming the new #1 contender for the AOW Championship, despite the ruling months ago that RVD could no longer challenge for titles and –

JBL:
An’ he broke the law! Lock’im up with his buddy Joe!

Joey Styles:
Be my guest, Sheriff Bradshaw, but something tells me you’re gonna have to get past all these rabid fans who are beyond excited for RVD’s rebellious actions. But that’s not all we’ve got because tonight, we’ve got Tag Team Turmoil action for the #1 contendership to the Tag Team Championships and we’ve got a big main event. CM Punk will defend the AOW Dynasty Championship against the athletic young upstart, Tyler Black.

JBL:
Tonight’s gonna be hella fun!

Joey Styles:
Maybe, but as for right now we get to listen to – HEY!!

WILLIAM REGAL ASSAULTS VAN DAM FROM BEHIND!!
Before Van Dam can even get halfway to the ring, Regal completely blindsides Van Dam and cuts the fan’s pops off to a heavy rain of heat. Regal isn’t done, grabbing Van Dam by the wrist and neck and CHUNKING HIM AGAINST THE GUARD RAIL. RVD winces and is reduced to a curled ball of pain on the arena floor. Regal’s perpetual pursed lips are now terrible scowl. He snatches RVD up again and throws him into the ring, eating up all the heat he’s getting. Not long after he rolls RVD in, a referee comes on down while Regal wipes his feet and steps into the ring.

OPENING CONTEST
Rob Van Dam
v.
William Regal


The first part of the match is obviously controlled by William Regal, sustaining the upper hand of his sneak attack. Van Dam is having his neck picked apart, even when he tries to fight back to his feet, just to get a Regal TWISTING NECKBREAKER for his troubles. A cover soon follows – 1…2…NO!!

There’s plenty more steam for RVD. Regal tries to whip him into a corner, but Van Dam reverses it and whips the southpaw Englishman instead. Van Dam nails Regal with shoulder blocks, HITS A BACKFLIP…AND NAILS ONE MORE SHOULDER THRUST!! Van Dam takes the groggy Regal and pulls him out RIGHT INTO A CLOTHESLINE!! Van Dam looks at Regal’s body and then to the crowd, pressing against the turnbuckle and heading to the top for the FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH…REGAL SHOVES VAN DAM OFF THE TOP…AND BANGS HIS FACE OFF THE GUARD RAIL!!

RVD’s lights are out, Regal taking a little bit of thieves’ honor and snatching Van Dam up, rolling him in the ring, and trying for a cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Van Dam stays in it! Regal drives a frustrated pair of forearms into Van Dam’s neck as he drags him up, trying again to whip him into a corner…Van Dam leaps to the second rope…SPRINGBOARD DIVING BACK KICK!! Van Dam has to take a moment to shake the cobwebs out, but he notes Regal’s position…SPLIT-LEGGED MOONSAULT!! Van Dam with a big cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Real stays alive!!

Van Dam quickly gets to his feet, gripping his ribs because of the impact. Regal does the same, but he immediately tries to greet Van Dam with a RUNNING CLOTHESLINE…RVD ducks and spins behind…GERMAN SUPLEX!! A beautiful German from the Michigan native!! Van Dam keeps the bridge – 1…2…3-NO!! Regal still has guts left in him!! Van Dam is in a state of semi-shock at that kickout, but he doesn’t let it shake him as he grabs Regal and hits him with a pair of kicks to the midsection. Regal retaliates with a knee strike to the gut, doubling Van Dam over. RVD responds with another kick, only for Regal to try for another knee…but Van Dam catches it! He steps over it and looks for the STEPOVER SPINNING WHEEL…Regal jams it…REGAL-PLEX!! A BEAUTIFUL REGAL-PLEX!! The Englishman keeps the bridge – 1…2…3…NO!! VAN DAM KICKS OUT!

Regal tries to not get too worked up, keeping his focused demeanor. He trash talks Van Dam as he pulls him to his feet, punting him in the gut and getting him doubled over before rebounding off the ropes…KNEE TREMBLER…SPINNING CRESCENT KICK!! Van Dam with a perfect counter, just in time!! The back and forth continues, Van Dam gripping at his neck as he rebounds off the ropes…ROLLING THUNDER…REGAL GETS HIS KNEES UP!! VAN DAM COMES CRASHING DOWN ON THE KNEES!! Regal wraps up Van Dam’s legs…AND LOCKS IN THE REGAL STRETCH!!

The work to Van Dam’s neck comes into play, the whole area hot for Van Dam and begging him not to tag. Van Dam’s educated feet are all wrapped up, forcing him to crawl on one arm toward a rope, Regal cranking the move back as far as he can…BUT VAN DAM GETS TO THE ROPE!! Regal is forced to break his submission, Van Dam having to crawl back to his feet using the ropes. Regal rushes at him, but Van Dam lifts the Merc over to the apron…and Van Dam nails a NASTY ROUNDHOUSE TO THE GUT!!

This bends Regal over, his upper body leaning through the ropes. Van Dam absorbs the crowd getting behind him before springboarding off the second rope…AND HITTING A SPRINGBOARD GUILLOTINE LEG DROP!! WOW!! Regal’s entire body collapses back into the ring, the crowd all for Van Dam at this point. He clutches the ropes and hoists himself up the top rope…FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH!! FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH ON THE MONEY!! Van Dam springs off of the Merc’s body, crawling over for the lateral press and a leg hook – 1…2…3…!!!

Winner: Rob Van Dam at (7:58)


RVD rolls off of Regal’s body, gripping at his neck, and using the ropes to hold himself up to get his hand raised to an enormous pop. The #1 contender doesn’t seem to have much of a smile on his face, but perhaps that’s just the exhaustion. He keeps gripping at his neck as he tries to catch his breath, also asking for a microphone as Styles gushes about the win on commentary.


RVD:
So before I was so rudely interrupted with a win…


Pop, as Van Dam smirks

RVD:
…I was gonna address all that crazy stuff that happened last week.


Another pop, RVD shrugging casually

RVD
:
I don’t think ‘crazy’ even describes it nearly as well as it should. I mean chaotic, anarchic, you can call it what you want, but in the end, I saw it as one thing – an opportunity.


Another pop, Van Dam catching a bit more of his breath

RVD
:
When Joe called me up and told me he wanted to storm the castle, I only asked him “where do we meet up?” And sure enough, through all that insanity, Paul Heyman, you fell hook, line, and sinker for it, dude!


A pop of laughter breaks out. RVD is stopped from speaking for a moment because there’s a sparing “FUCK YOU HEYMAN” chant that gains steam before Van Dam speaks again.

RVD
:
And this is with no disrespect to you, Heyman., but I’ve known you for waaay too long, man. And if there’s anyone here who knows how to unravel Paul E., it’s
(thumbs pumping) R-V-D.

Cheer, the crowd crowing alongside Van Dam’s points

RVD:
I know you’re a stickler for exact words. So I kinda used them against you so I could make my own loophole…to slip into your loophole, sign the dotted line, and not have my title shot taken away from me.


Van Dam points to himself and paces, catches even more breath

RVD
:
I sat at home feeling sorry for myself way too long the past year. And so now I’m done. As much as I wanna do this stuff forever, I’ve only got so much time left. So it was time to get off my ass and come back to be Mr. Wednesday Night one more time.


Applause

“RVD!! RVD!! RVD!!”


RVD
:
And I didn’t come back just to fill the time or because it was expected, hell no. I came back for one reason and one reason only – to win the AOW World Heavyweight Championship. Because RVD is AOW. My identity crisis is long over and I know who I am. And for that, there’s some people who need thanks. And those people…are you people.


HUGE pop

RVD
:
You people reminded me of who I am and what I want to be and what I’m here to represent. So I just wanted to say thank you.


A pop that’s drowned out when the crowd kicks up a “THANK YOU ROB!” chant

RVD
:
No, hey, trust me, it’s you guys who deserve all the thanks in the world. Because you guys opened my eyes, showed me your true colors towards me, and for that…I hate your freakin' guts.


Complete mood whiplash; a DOWNPOUR of heat. It’s not entirely loud because some are in shock at the statement itself. Surprisingly, Van Dam's chill demeanor doesn't really change


RVD:
All that time I spent on my couch in Battle Creek wasn’t just me trying to figure me out. I was figuring you out. And even to a guy who seems almost too laid back and had a few run-ins with the law and tried to cope with drinking, you people have more things wrong with you than I ever did.


Now the heat is solidified, a TORRENTIAL rain of boos

RVD:
Don’t do that. Don’t act like this just came ‘out of the blue’ to you guys. No, honestly, you should’ve seen this coming. Because I’ve seen it for months. I guess that needs some explaining too. Lemme take you guys back to This is Exile. Rob Van Dam wanted to go to the show just to see the company he loved be successful, to wish well and support some of his closest friends. But then Finlay challenged me to an ECW Rules match. And you people chanted for me to get into the ring with him. In front of my wife. When I said I was retired.


Van Dam’s easy-going face has degenerated into a very bitter expression

RVD:
And Finlay kept prodding, and I kept saying no, and you people kept chanting my name. And that’s messed up. That’s messed up because for the first time in my entire life, I didn’t want the whole crowd pumping their thumbs and saying my initials. I wanted out. But it didn’t matter what I wanted. Just that you people would do anything to get what you want.


Another parade of heat

RVD:
And that’s when one of my best friends answered the challenge. Tommy Dreamer. He bravely faced Finlay, but he got crushed. He bled like a pig. And then you people still weren’t satisfied. A man bleeds out his heart for you and you’re not happy because it wasn’t the heart you wanted.


RVD’s as close to shouting as he’s ever been

RVD:
I came back and I beat Finlay for my own personal reasons. I finally realized who I was again, and I was ready to shoot back to the top…but when I looked up and saw who was up there, it wasn’t RVD. It was some guy who got popular because he went on a ramble about a hunk of space rock.


More heat, as New York kicks up a “CHRISTIAN” chant, but dies when Van Dam continues

RVD:
And that’s when it really hit me. I was this company’s biggest ticket when it first opened. But I kept getting screwed over time and time again for that title. And when I was put on no-championship restriction, all the years I spent being in the exact position Tommy Dreamer was in – bleed and giving it all to you people – it meant nothin’. Because you guys just moved on to the next thing. And that was Christian.


A pop for Christian’s name, the chants continuing

RVD:
People say I have an ego. And they’re damn right. I’m Rob Van Dam, the Whole F’n Show, and I should never be out of the spotlight. But you people had no problem movin’ right along and putting it on someone else. You guys have no problem cheering for blood, then booing when it’s not enough. I don’t fight for people who are never satisfied. I fight for people who know exactly what they want and the only person who does right now is me. R. V. D.


No thumbs. No pandering. Pure heat.


RVD:
And you people? You can just Go. To. Hell. Pump your thumbs to that.


And with that, Van Dam drops the microphone, his cocky smirk now holding a much different meaning than it did when he walked through the curtain tonight. The heat is relentless, but Van Dam doesn’t care, continuing up the ramp and not looking back at the Hammerstein crowd, literally turning his back on them. Even the commentary team is too shocked to do anything as we fade away…


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


~Backstage Paul Heyman’s office

We’re brought to a very interesting scene, as Acting Commander Mick Foley is once again stands in the office. He doesn’t exactly look excited. Talking with Foley is none other than Shawn Michaels, and the two seem to not have a drop of malice towards one another. Michaels actually seems to be enjoying the company of someone for the first time in a long time. Their friendly moment is interrupted by Heyman walking in…with a gigantic smirk on his face


Foley:
…okay, how bad did you damage my car?

Heyman:
What kind of question is that for your boss?

Foley:
I was just wondering because the only time you’d ever smile at me…is if something bad happened to me.

Heyman:
Oh, no, Mick. Nothing bad has happened. Yet.


Foley doesn’t like that answer at all

Heyman:
But I don’t want to use labels like ‘bad’ and ‘good’. No, no, I think that’s all very subjective. Because what’s bad news for you is just wonderful news for me.


Groans. Michaels nor Foley look excited at all for this, but Heyman grins from ear to ear

Heyman:
Mick Foley, because of your behavior and actions last week, you have been deemed an accessory to a crime, as well as committing the act, pardon, misdemeanor of obstruction of justice. Therefore, under the professional code of conduct, I now have every right to terminate your contract.


Some heat is heard from the arena as Heyman hisses in Foley’s face

Foley:
So what? I’ve been fired before. Just go ahead and do it.

Heyman:
Oh no no no, Mick. Not right now. If I’m going to terminate you, it sure as hell wouldn’t be here in my office in front of only Shawn and myself. No. If I’m going to get rid of you, I want to embarrass you. I want everyone to see. So that’s what I’m gonna do. Next week, live, in front of everyone, right here in your own backyard…I’m finally going to FIRE YOUR ASS!!


Heyman lets out an almost cartoonishly evil laugh before he leaves the room. Foley is actually speechless and Michaels looks like he’s fighting the feeling of finding Heyman and hitting him before we fade away…


~Back at ringside…



Joey Styles:
My god…can anything else shock us tonight!? First there was the ending to last week, then Rob Van Dam completely stuns us all and rejects the fans, and now Mick Foley might be on his way out the door next week?

JBL:
It’s not a might, Joey. He is. Mick Foley’s gettin’ the boot! Ha-ha! Shoulda been done sooner, but hey, better late than never.

Joey Styles:
Oh, I bet you’d like that. And what do you think about Rob Van Dam completely turning is back on these people. What about that, cowboy?

JBL:
I think it’s about damn time! It’s about damn time somebody in AOW wised up an’ stop givin’ a hot damn what these people think. I did it an’ it changed my career! I didn’t become a world champion until I stopped caring about these people. RVD made more than the right choice, he made the best choice! He made a world-title guaranteeing choice.

Joey Styles:
You make me sick, you know that? There is no one in this company that I support more than Rob Van Dam. With all due respect to the rest of the roster, and I hope they understand when they hear this, Rob and I have been close for a very long time. Not even I saw this coming. I hope this is still some sort of side effect of what ailed him last season, but for you, Bradshaw, to sit here and endorse this kind of heartbraking action is just disgusting.

JBL:
…oh are you done with your little hissy fit? Huh? You done with your little mark rant?

Joey Styles:
Oh will you –

JBL:
NO! Keep talkin’, Joey! I’m beggin’ you, keep talkin’! You keep goin’ off at the lip, you might be the next one fired, so go ahead! Keep it up you whiny little bastard.

Joey Styles:
I’m so much of a bastard that I stick golf balls up rookies’ asses, huh?

JBL:
Shut up an’ plug the next match.

Joey Styles:
Gladly. It’s Tag Team Turmoil time! The rules here are simple – two teams will start, and with every fall, a team is eliminated. The last team standing at the end of the gauntlet will face Tag Champs the Sons of the Dungeon next week, right here on Oblivion, as part of Champions in July.


No sooner than those words come out of Joey’s mouth, “WE AS AMERICANS” hits the speakers for the arrival of American Made. Jack Hagar and Nick Nemeth cockily make their way to the ring, accompanied by Nicky’s girlfriend, Taylor Wilde. They get a solid mixed reaction, surprisingly, although that may have to do more with Wilde than the boys.

As they step into the ring, “LONDON CALLING” hits the system and welcomes the sound of The Hooliganz, Paul London and Brian Kendrick. The two goofy dudes point at one another before RUSHING TO THE RING in their signature fashion, sliding in to a very nice ovation from the Hammerstein crowd.


~Tag Team Turmoil~
*#1 Contendership for the AOW World Tag Team Championships*

American Made

{w/Taylor Wilde}
v.
The Hooliganz


The two teams are familiar with one another, having come to blows in the past. This familiarity leads them to have a very short ‘feeling out’ period, Brian Kendrick getting a momentary advantage roughly three minutes into the contest. This is momentary because as Kendrick keeps up his high-risk offense, Jack Hagar catches him out of midair and PLANTS HIM WITH A POWERSLAM!! This pumps Hagar up, prompting a tag in to Nemeth. Nick takes control now, but as he does, the crowd kicks up a “NIIICKY…NIIICKY” chant, being prompted by Nemeth’s reaction to the name in his exclusives video.

Wilde, on the outside, is pleading with the crowd to stop, Nemeth clubbing Kendrick and stopping between blows to tell the crowd to shut up. This momentary pause allows Kendrick to recover and roll Nemeth up – 1…2…3-NO!! Nick throws his legs up, both men getting to their feet…and Nemeth KNOCKS KENDRICK’S TEETH OUT WITH A PERFECT DROPKICK!! Kendrick goes down, Nemeth covering this time – 1…2…NO!! Kendrick throws up a shoulder and wants to stay in things, prompting Nemeth to drag the Hooligan to his corner, Nemeth tags Hagar in once again, prompting a brief double team slugging.

Hagar ends the beating with a quick suplex and another cover – 1…2…NO!! Keeping Kendrick in their corner, Hagar forces Kendrick back up, only to haul him over his head for the MILITARY PRESS and show him off…only for Kendrick to fight his way out and land latched onto Hagar’s head and neck. This makes Hagar off balance and causes him to backpedal towards an empty corner…Kendrick pushes off…TORNADO INVERTED DDT!! WOW!! Kendrick plants the All-American and crawls to his corner with the crowd on his side…and gets the hot tag to Paul London! London rushes in, but is stopped by Nemeth, who illegally jumps in and starts exchanging punches with the legal Hooligan. London wears him down with those blows, takes a peek behind him to see the body of Hagar…AND HITS NEMETH \WITH THE DROPSAULT…AND FLIPS RIGHT ONTO THE BODY OF HAGAR!! Both men are down as London covers – 1…2…3…NO!! HAGAR THROWS UP A SHOULDER!!

London bangs at his head and tries to stay calm, but he gets back at it and throws a pair of kicks to the recovering Hagar’s spine. Hagar muscles it up and gets to his feet, only to take a London boot to the gut. Paul rebounds off the ropes behind him and leaps over, looking for the SUNSET FLIP…but Hagar jams the move by not being pulled over. He struggles to stay on his feet, but stays balanced, tagging back in Nemeth.

Hagar yanks London up by the neck, leaving his midsection open for a Nemeth kick to the gut, bounce off the ropes, and an attempt at the LEG DROP BULLDOG…NO DICE! London stands up at the last second, Nemeth landing on his ass. He stumbles to his feet, only to be met with a London SUPERKICK that floors the blonde! No sooner than the jaw of Nemeth cracks, London turn around and knock Hagar off the apron, the big man stumbling off, but landing on his feet. He doesn’t regain his balance for very long before Brian Kendrick FLIES INTO FRAME WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!! HAGAR IS WIPED OUT!! London looks at the downed Nemeth and goes up top, looking for the 450 SPLASH…BUT TAYLOR WILDE DISTRACTS HIM WHILE HE’S ON HIS PERCH!

She doesn’t seem malicious in the intent, simply getting onto the apron to see if Nemeth is okay. Referee Brian Hebner has to shoo her away, but by the time she goes away, Nemeth has enough time behind the ref’s back to STRADDLE LONDON ON THE TOP ROPE!! Nemeth continues to capitalize and grabs London’s head…AND DRIVES IT INTO THE CANVAS WITH AN ELEVATED DDT!! Nemeth gets a big cover – 1…2…3…!!!

ELIMINATED: THE HOOLIGANZ at (7:07)

Nemeth pumps a fist and gets some heat as he rolls off of London’s body and looks toward his girlfriend. He gives her a thumbs up, but she seems confused by it. Even so,“BROTHERHOOD SUSTAINS US” hits the waves now, giving us the team of Ken Doan and Chris Masters – DAT MUSCLE. The frat boys very systematically toss off their fraternity jackets and rush to the ring, leaving their pledge, The Miz, to pick up after them. The two rush into the ring guns blazing, but they almost instantly back off when American Made charges at them. This gets them some heat against their fellow heel team, the cocky frat guys making their way to their corner.

American Made
v.
DAT MUSCLE

{w/The Miz}


When things finally settle down, Miz comes by at ringside to cheer for his ‘brothers’, watching them and the incumbent AM trade control for the first two minutes. But DAT MUSCLE catches a break when Nemeth starts swinging his hips after a hip toss to try and impress Wilde a little bit. As Hagar yells at Nemeth to ‘get on with it’, Nemeth is STRUCK FROM BEHIND BY THE ILLEGAL MAN MASTERS!! Masters decks Nemeth hard, getting Doane an opening he needs to climb on top – 1…2…NO!! The match continues!

Doane has to stomp away on Nemeth to soften him up some. Kenny hauls Nicky back to his feet and then whips him into the frat boys’ corner, Kenny now legally tagging in Masters. Doane holds Nemeth steady as Masters clubs in the stomach then spine, Masters and Kenny taking Nicky’s blonde hair…AND THROWING HIS HEAD BACK WITH A DOUBLE MAT SLAM!! Wilde covers her mouth in fear as Nemeth curls up on himself. Hagar is yelling at his friend and partner, stretching his hand for a tag, but Nemeth isn’t moving. Masters now outstretches his arms and preparing for the MASTERLOCK…but the crowd’s buzz isn’t just for the potential finish. It’s because JACK EVANS IS CHARGING DOWN THE RAMP!!

The hell is Jack Evans doing here?? No one’s entirely sure, but the high-flyer is spotted by Masters, Doane, and Hebner. Doane yells at Evans to get out of here, while Hebner professionally says the same thing. Masters drops Nemeth and orders Miz to shoo him away. Miz, getting right to his pledge duties, goes over and gets in Evans’s face, telling him to back off. While all that is going on, no one but the crowd is noticing someone approaching the ring from through the crowd…AND MATT SYDAL HITS A SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK FROM THE GUARD RAIL TO THE BACK AND KIDNEY AREA OF KEN DOANE!! THAT’S MATT SYDAL!!

Doane collapses off the ropes and to the floor as the entire crowd pipes up a pop for the most determined guy on the entire roster showing up once again! Revenge for taking he and Billy Kidman out of the picture! This distracts Masters as he sees his partner tumble, while Evans CLOCKS MIZ WITH A CLOTHESLINE! Masters is paying no attention to Nemeth at all, who leaps up…AND HITS HIM WITH THE JUMPING REVERSE BULLDOG!! Nemeth hooks both legs – 1…2…3…!!!

ELIMINATED: DAT MUSCLE at (4:35)
Current Match Time – (11:42)

And just like that DAT MUSCLE is gone! All three members are trying to peel themselves off the floor, leaving the crowd to actually pop for the heel American Made team. That’s moreso because Sydal and Evans are walking up the ramp with big smiles on their faces, although Sydal’s adrenaline is still pumping, prompting him to let out an exalt of passion. Evans is holding Sydal up, who hurt his back on the fall from the dropkick, but nonetheless, they leave happy and possibly teasing an alliance…?


Joey Styles:
Jack Evans and Matt Sydal surprise us all by showing up and help eliminate the men that took out Billy Kidman!! Two teams are down and American Made is holding their own! Who wants the tag team gold more? We’ll find out as Tag Team Turmoil rolls on!



**COMMERCIAL BREAK**



American Made
v.
The Mexicools


Upon our return from the break, we see Super Crazy and Psicosis in the ring with American Made now, Psicosis the legal man alongside Jack Hagar. Hagar is in control of the smaller Mexican, tossing him around with a VICIOUS BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!! Hagar gets up and roars, garnering a good bit of heat from the Hammerstein. Psicosis tries to gather himself in a corner, only for Hagar to stop him by CRUNCHING HIM WITH A CORNER KNEE! Psicosis collapses out of the corner right back into Jack’s grip, who takes the lucha veteran up and over…FALLAWAY SLAM!! Hagar covers in complete control – 1…2…3-NO!!

The Mexicools don’t go down so easily, but they’re in big trouble. Hagar drags Psicosis back to his corner, tagging in Nemeth, both men grabbing him and HITTING A DOUBLE SUPLEX!! Nemeth again with a cover – 1…2…3-NO!! And Psicosis still fights out! Nemeth’s signature temper starts rising here, which both Hagar and Wilde immediately recognize. Hagar pulls him aside and talks to him, Hagar taking a couple of breaths and collecting himself. When he gets gathered, the crowd once again kicks up a “NICKY” chant, Nemeth balling his hands into fists and his anger rising again. Distracted by the trolling crowd, Psicosis ROLLS NEMETH UP FROM BEHIND – 1…2…3-NO!!

Nemeth throws his legs up, and gets to his feet, but his temper is still notably irritated. This irritation causes Nemeth to charge at Psicosis and THRUST him into an empty corner. Nemeth takes Psicosis up to the top rope and looks for a big impact move…but the Hispanic grappler fights back…and knocks Nemeth all the way down! The big thud sets Nemeth’s back on fire and gets the crowd charged up again, Nemeth groggily getting to his feet while clutching his back…DIVING SPINNING WHEEL KICK!! PSICOSIS WITH A HUGE AERIAL MOVE!!

The crowd is popping big for the former Trios Tournament finalists, trying to get them back into things. Psicosis crawls inch by inch towards his corner, Super Crazy reaching with all his extensive might to make the tag to his partner…Nemeth crawling back to Hagar… PSICOSIS MAKES HIS HOT TAG!! HERE COMES SUPER CRAZY!! Crazy leaps over Nemeth’s body and KNOCKS HAGAR OFF THE ROPES!! Nemeth forces himself up and grabs Crazy, whipping him into the ropes, but Crazy ducks under a clothesline on the rebound and DECKS NEMETH WITH A LEAPING CLOTHESLINE! Nemeth springs up only to be hit with a dropkick that floors Nemeth enough for a STANDING MOONSAULT!! Crazy with a cover – 1…2…3-NO!! NEMETH STAYS ALIVE!

Crazy watches Nemeth try to get to his feet, getting an extra kick in before rebounding off the ropes…AND NEMETH CATCHES CRAZY IN A SCOOP POWERSLAM! Nameth has room to breathe, pumping himself up after letting off some steam. This gets him more heat, but he grabs Crazy by the hair and whips him into the American Made corner, Hagar just getting back up on the apron. Nemeth rushes and hits the CORNER BODY SPLASH and right as he makes impact, Hagar tags himself in. He rushes across the ring to KNOCK PSICOSIS OFF THE APRON, only for Psicosis to land on his feet. Hagar rushes across the ring and finishes the double team with Nemeth…with a HAGAR BOMB!! Hagar drags Crazy’s body out of the corner and covers – 1…2…3…NO!! PSICOSIS BREAKS IT UP!!

Hagar gets to his feet, very irritated, but Psicosis uses the anger against him to hit a back kick to the gut. He then gets Hagar set up for what looks like a TORNADO DDT…BUT HAGAR THROWS PSICOSIS OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR!! What a counter! Hagar almost hits Taylor Wilde with the projectile Mexican, but she moves out of the way. Hagar takes a moment to ask her if she’s okay, but in that moment Crazy ROLLS HIM UP FROM BEHIND – 1…2…3-NO!! Hagar throws his powerful legs up, forcing Crazy to scramble. He rushes once more at Hagar as he recovers…but Jack lifts him over his head…AND HE COMES DOWN ON A NICK NEMETH SUPERKICK!! OH MY WORD!! The sick double team actually gets a decent pop, as Nemeth gets out of the ring almost as quickly as he got in. Hagar covers the decapitated Crazy – 1…2…3…!!!

ELIMINATED: THE MEXICOOLS at (6:18)
Current Match Time – (17:00)

American Made survives yet another round! They have to take a moment to gather themselves and catch their breath, Nemeth using it to go over to his woman and see if she’s really alright. She confirms she is shortly before “JIMBO” hits the fray, bringing us the savage duo of Siaki and Manu – the Samoan Fight Club. The club doesn’t give either of their opponents any time to recover, rushing to the ring and IMMEDIATELY INITIATING A BRAWL!!

American Made
v.
Samoan Fight Club


Nemeth is DESTROYED BY A BOOMING MANU CLOTHESLINE, while Hagar is rocked off balance by a similar blow from Siaki. Hagar fights back and gets even, but Manu joins the fight and makes it a 2-on-1 situation. This turns into a mugging, as Siaki and Manu beat down the bigger Hagar until they finally take him down with a DOUBLE SHUFFLE SIDE KICK!! The All-American’s jaw is jacked! The Samoans roar in adrenaline and belt out “WE DESTROY!” They truly are making American Made pay for what happened almost a year ago. Even so, Hagar is still the legal man and Siaki has to shoo Manu out of the ring so he can get a pin on Hagar, quickly jumping on the big man – 1…2…3…NO!!

HAGAR STAYS IN IT!! It may have taken too long in all the calamity, but whatever the reason, Hagar isn’t pinned right away! Siaki is a little surprised, but doesn’t let it deter him, opting instead to tag in the big man legally. Manu takes Hagar and lets loose an array of headbutts and punches in bunches before whipping him hard into an empty corner. Hagar recoils right back into Manu’s clutches and is put on his shoudlers…spins him around…SAMOAN STORM!! OH MY!! The fireman’s carry to wheelbarrow facebuster makes its debut in AOW!! It stuns Wilde on the outside, Manu going for what could be a definitive cover…BUT THERE’S NO COUNT…BECAUSE NEMTH IS DISTRACTING HEBNER!!

It looks like these two are trying to out-heel each other, Manu getting off of Hagar’s body and screaming in illegible Samoan. Nemeth leaps onto the apron to get even more in the big man’s face, dropping down only when he reaches for the cocky blonde. Manu comes up empty handed, only to turn back around and see Hagar hit the double leg lift…INTO THE POWERSLAM!! The big guy is thrown down with a boom that gets a big pop. Nemeth tries to encourage his partner to get to him…AND HE DOES!!

Nemeth bursts in on the hot tag, Siaki doing the same even though he’s not the legal man. Siaki gets clocked with a pair of clotheslines before taking a BACK BODY DROP that sends him rolling back out of the ring. Nemeth is fired up and turns around to see Manu getting to his feet, going for another clothesline…SWINGING SIDE SLAM!! MERCY!! Manu’s size and Nemeth’s selling make it quite the sight, Manu covering – 1…2…3-NO!! Nemeth stick around!

Manu roars and pounds the canvas, turning around and getting in the referee’s face. Hebner almost immediately backs out of the ring, Manu turning back to Nemeth…WHO SPRINGS UP WITH THE JUMPING SPIKE DDT!! MANU GOES DOWN!! Nemeth shoots the half and struggles a little, but turns him over – 1…2…3-NO!! Manu still has some left! Nemeth tries to keep the Samoan monster down, but Manu is able to get vertical. Nemeth tries to match blows with Manu, but loses that battle very quickly and is whipped so hard into the Club corner that he falls to a sitting position. Manu rears back and knocks Hagar from off the apron before charging…AND NAILING NEMETH WITH THE SAMOAN HIP ATTACK!!

Simultaneously with that hit, Siaki tags himself in. Manu picks up Nemeth’s legs while his upper body is pinned up against the post. Siaki enters with a LEAPING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP RIGHT ON NEMETH’S MIDSECTION!! A big tag team move there, Siaki dragging Nemeth back to the center of the ring – 1…2…3-NO!! HAGAR BREAKS THE COUNT!! Manu has yet to leave the ring, charging at Hagar and CACTUS CLOTHESLINES HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR!!

Back in the ring, Siaki gets back to his feet and pulls Nemeth up with him, but ‘The Natural’ gets some space between with a SHOULDER JAWBREAKER!! Siaki reels near the ropes, turning his back to Nicky. The former cheerleader stalks Siaki and prepares to leap…JUMPING REVERSE BULLDOG…NO!! Siaki keeps grip of the ropes and forces Nemeth down to the canvas! Siaki turns around and rushes for a BIG BOOT…but Nemeth ducks it and ROLLS SIAKI UP – 1…2…3-NO!! Siaki throws up the legs! Both men charge at each other…AND COLLIDE WITH DOUBLE CROSSBODIES!!

Outside the ring, Manu and Hagar are getting to their feet and start exchanging blows, Manu pulling away and forcing Hagar against the steel ring steps. Manu roars and charges for another SAMOAN HIP ATTACK…HAGAR MOVES!! MANU CRASHES AGAINST THE RING STEPS!! The big Samoan goes down hard!

Inside the ring, both Siaki and Nemeth are trying to recover, Siaki getting his head on his shoulders faster and punting Nemeth in the gut and setting him up for the SIAKALYPSE NOW NECKBREAKER…but Nemeth jams the move and turns it into a suplex…only for Hagar to slide in and catch Siaki’s legs on the way down, putting him in a POWERBOMB/NECKBREAKER POSITION…THE PATRIOT ACT!! American Made’s double team connects!! Nemeth rolls Siaki closer to the center ring – 1…2…3…!!

ELIMINATED: SAMOAN FIGHT CLUB at (6:01)
Current Match Time: (23:01)

THEY DID IT AGAIN!! American Made keeps on surviving! The crowd actually pops for that big cover and elimination!! Siaki rolls out of the ring, allowing the two survivors to help each other get back to their American feet. Wilde applauds outside the ring, her boys huffing and puffing. They only get a moment of rest, however, until they’re ATTACKED FROM BEHIND BY MANU!! The enraged beast fells both men with one blow, Taylor Wilde just dodging the hit! Wilde has to retreat to a corner to get away from the mad savage, who looks over his shoulder… to see a cowering and helpless woman. His eyes almost seem to glimmer with disgusting glee as he approaches the only active female on the AOW roster…

...AND GETS SLAPPED!! THE AUDACITY OF TAYLOR WILDE!! The crowd lets out a HUGE pop for the show of guts, but Manu is barely fazed, turning his head slowly right back at Wilde, whose look of defiance slowly drifts to horror. Manu LUNGES AT THE GIRL…NEMETH JUMPS ON THE BEAST’S BACK!! Nemeth saves his girl at the last minute!! There’s another big pop for this, as chivalry is not dead, but Nemeth might be when Manu stops the pop by TOSSING NEMETH OVER HIS SHOULDER AND OVER THE TOP ROPE. Nemeth goes crashing hard to the floor!

Wilde is again alone with the Samoan Storm, who again seems to be taking his time…UNTIL HAGAR YANKS HER BY HER LEG OUT OF THE RING!! Hagar exited the ring at some point and surprises everyone when he pulls Wilde to safety, another pop ensuing. Hagar tries to make sure Wilde is okay…ONLY TO GET A CHAIR SHOT TO THE SHOULDER FROM SIAKI!! WHAT THE HELL!? Siaki, possibly barely conscious, whacks Hagar’s arm out of whack! Hagar drops to the floor and screams in pain as he grips at his shoulder. Wilde now has to tend to both members of American Made, both men still in the match, but both men obviously hurt. Siaki throws down the chair and motions to Manu to get out of there, the SFC heading back up the ramp to a HUGE round of heat. Wilde is still checking on her boyfriend and his best friend with the help of the referee.


Joey Styles:
My god…the savagery of the Samoan Fight Club continues. They were eliminated and didn’t even care, they just wanted to hurt more people! This match is still ongoing, but American Made is seriously hurt…


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**



We return from the break with both members of American Made still being tended to, Nemeth and Hagar both saying that they’re good and ready to continue. They’re being very stubborn, but the referee has to go with their word, the crowd giving another surprisingly positive reaction for the confirmation of them continuing.

…only for “WELCOME TO WHITECHAPEL” to hit the airwaves. The unpleasant sight of The Mercenaries is garnered with a tremendous amount of heat, even moreso when the crowd knows there are wounded wrestlers in the ring in front of them. The Mercs are licking their chops now, as Burchill and Albright slide in, simply grinning at their fortune. As Joey Styles notes this is exactly what they wanted from Heyman.


American Made
v.
The Mercenaries



Nemeth enters the ring for his team, Hagar still possibly trying to pop his arm back into place. The Merc’s smirks only grow wider when they both grab Nemeth and HAMMER HIS HEAD AGAINST THE CORNER PADDING, Nemeth reeling from the hard shot. Burchill takes a step out to the apron to let Albright be the legal man, Brent taking Nemeth and RAMMING HIM REPEATEDLY INTO A NEUTRAL POST, ramming him in the gut for what seems like days. When he’s finally done, the worn down Nemeth is pulled out right into a BELLY TO BELLY OVERHEAD SUPLEX!! The deflated crowd watches Albright cover – 1…2…NO!! Nemeth still has something in him!

Whatever Nemeth has left, the Mercs wanna beat it out of him, Albright tagging in Burchill and the two whip Nemeth sternum-first into their corner. On the recoil, Nemeth backpedals into their arms…AND IS PLANTED WITH A DOUBLE BACK SUPLEX!! Burchill clamors to cover the limp Nemeth – 1…2…3…NO!! NEMETH STILL KICKS OUT!! In this match for over a half hour at this point, and Nemeth still has it in him to kick out! The crowd actually starts popping for the kickouts at this point, perhaps American Made’s guts winning them over!

Burchill is surprised, but keeps his meticulous nature about him and tags in Burchill again, telling his apprentice to ‘go up’. Burchill obliges and climbs on up to the top rope, where he stoops over to receive Nemeth being placed on his shoulders by Burchill. The crowd is buzzing as this looks like a killer SUPER DOUBLE POWERBOMB…NO!! NEMETH STARTS FIGHTING BACK!! He pounds a flurry of right hands off of Albright’s face, getting from off his shoulders, and keeps fighting on the top rope. Burchill tries to yank Nemeth’s feet off the turnbuckle, but Nemeth hits a BACK KICK that was likely aimed for the gut, but his high perch MAKES IT MEET BURCHILL’S SKULL!!

Whether it was intended or not, Burchill goes down hard from the unexpected shot, bending over to regain himself. As he does so, Nemeth and Albright’s duel atop is coming to a close, Nemeth delivering a flurry of forearms to deaden his target…taking his head…checking behind him…leaping…AND NAILS A BREATHTAKING TOP ROPE FACEBUSTER/DIVING LEG DROP BULLDOG COMBO!!! OH MY GAAAAAD!!!

“HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!”


Nemeth just pulled out the mother of all combination moves and the crowd is giving him is due!! No mistake about it now; American Made, or at least Nick Nemeth, is getting a huge face reaction and an outstanding pop. Nemeth can hardly move, his body wracked with pain and exhaustion to sling an arm over Brent Albright – 1…2…3….NO!!! Albright is still in things!

With Nemeth tired and having just hit a ridiculous move, he doesn’t have much left at all. He crawls towards his corner, where Hagar has recovered somewhat and extending his good arm so he can get the tag…AND HE GETS THE BIG TAG!! Hagar bursts into the ring and nails a big (with the good shoulder) SHOULDER BLOCK TO THE RECOVRING BURCHILL!!! Burchill is blasted outside the ring, the big man roaring with intensity and newfound life. He looks over to see Albright trying to recover in a corner, Hagar rushing for the BODY SPLASH…Albright lifts a boot…RIGHT INTO HAGAR’S WEAK LEFT SHOULDER!!

An obviously aimed boot kills all momentum in the AM camp. Albright gives it another good stomp for insurance and extra heat. He takes Hagar and tags Burchill back in, whipping Hagar across the ring and on the rebound, Burchill rushes and HE KNOCKS HAGAR IN THE SHOULDER WITH A MASSIVE SHOULDER BLOCK OF HIS OWN!! A sense of revenge on Burch’s mind for that move. It’s almost Charlie Haas from RoaD all over again, Burchill throwing a forearm in Hagar’s face as he covers – 1…2…NO!!

Hagar throws up a shoulder…but as soon as he does, Burchill grabs hold of it…AND LOCKS IN THE ROYAL MUTILATION ON THE WEAK ARM…NO!! Hagar saw it coming and reels Burchill in for a SCHOOL BOY – 1…2…3-NO!! Unhooked at the last minute! An irate Burchill takes the long legs of Hagar and tries to wrap him up for something, but Hagar uses his leg strength to push him away. This causes Burchill to roll to his corner, where he tags in Albright once again. Albright rushes right back after Hagar, who sidesteps him…AND HITS A PERFECT GERMAN SUPLEX!! Even with one arm, Hagar gets him and keeps the bridge – 1…2…3-NO!!

Both men drag to their feet, Hagar waiting for Albright to swing wildly…RED WHITE AND BLUE THUNDER BOMB…NO!! Albright jams the move with a hard back elbow and reverses positions, swiftly nailing Hagar with a PERFECT BACK SUPLEX. Hagar rolls to an empty corner to try and recover, Albright still sizing him up…AND HITS HIM WITH THE RUNNING KNEE AGAINST THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE…and follows that up by KNOCKING NEMETH OFF THE APRON!! Albright is merciless here! Hagar droops to the canvas for Albright to cover – 1…2…3-NO1! HE’S STILL ALIVE!

Albright grits his teeth and drags Hagar back to the Mercs’ corner, Burchill being tagged back in. Both men take Hagar like they want to execute another double team move…but they stop because some blonde chick has jumped to the apron and is yelling at them. Both Mercenaries look to each other before deciding to go shut Taylor Wilde up, but she scoots off to a pop before they can touch her. Referee Hebner tells her to not do it again, but while he does that, both members of the Mercs turn back to Hagar to do damage…AND GET HIT WITH A DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE INSTEAD!! HAGAR IS STILL IN THIS THING!

He drops to his knees after the big hit, tending to his hurt shoulder, and crawling towards his corner. Nemeth has just jumped onto the apron after his cheap shot, stretching his hand out and trying to tag in his desperate partner. Hagar keeps crawling…almost there…Burchill rushes into frame…AND HITS AN ENZEGUIRI TO NEMETH!! An impressive move there from Burchill floors Nemeth and leaves Hagar dead in the water.

Burchill stomps on Hagar to get his arm back in, then drops a couple of knees to the ribs before taking Hagar up and going for the REGAL-PLEX…NO!! Hagar blocks it by pushing out his hips, struggling to break the hold with one arm. He opts for BACKPEDALING INTO A NEUTRAL CORNER, Burchill’s spine hitting the turnbuckles! As he drifts back out, Hagar rebounds off the ropes and goes for a BIG BOOT…Burchill dodges…rebounds off the ropes…Hagar rebounds off the ropes…AND NAILS A LOW FOOTBALL TACKLE!! Burchill goes tumbling over Hagar, who has new life!

Burchill goes tumbling close to a corner, leading Hagar to roar with adrenaline before rushing…HAGAR BOMB…ONTO THE KNEES!! BURCHILL GETS UP THE KNEES!! Hagar hits nothing but pointed joint, rolling over and clutching at his ribs. As he rolls away, Burchill rolls with him and forces him to his stomach…AND LOCKS IN THE ROYAL MUTILATION!!! Burchill goes right back to the arm and is tearing Hagar’s arm off of his body...HERE COMES NEMETH…but he’s intercepted by Albright, who swoops behind him after rushing in…AND HITS THE HALF NELSON SUPLEX!! NEMETH IS FLIPPED UP AND OVER!! Nemeth rolls out of the ring he hits the canvas with such veracity, leaving Hagar to try and crawl to the ropes…Burchill wrenching farther back on the submission…

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AND HE TAPS!! HAGAR HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO TAP!!

Winners and NEW #1 Contenders for the AOW World Tag Team Championships: The Mercenaries
at (8:20)
TOTAL MATCH TIME: (37:01)

The dastardly duo doesn’t celebrate. Instead, they just get to their feet and share a short embrace before having their hands raised by Brian Hebner. They’re getting a great deal of heat, but their stoic expressions wouldn’t tell you that they’re listening. Hagar has to roll out of the ring and tend to his ripped apart shoulder, as both he and Hagar are getting some consolation from Taylor Wilde


Joey Styles:
I have never seen a tag team display that much guts than I just saw American Made pull off. An outstanding effort from Hagar and Nemeth, but the fatigue got to them in the end and that chair shot to the shoulder of Hagar didn’t help things.

JBL:
I’ve been sayin’ it since the first time these boys stepped in AOW – they’re incredible an’ they represent our country damn well an’ everyone saw that. But it’s The Mercenaries who are gonna get the shot!

Joey Styles:
Indeed, the owner’s pets in The Mercenaries cash in on the exhausted and battle damaged American Made and they will face the Sons of the Dungeon next week for the AOW Tag Team Championships.

JBL:
They didn’t cash in. They were just in the right place at the right time an’ didn’t try an’ do too much. American Made is and was great in that match, but they tried to do too much an’ they paid for it. The Mercs kept it simple an’ they’re my pick to tag the titles from the Sons next week!

Joey Styles:
But you can’t shortchange American Made at all, partner. They just spent thirty-seven minutes in that ring and wrestled their asses of! Thirty-seven minutes! There is a very short list of men in AOW who have been able to last that long in a ring, one of them being the AOW World Champion, Christian Cage! And coming up on the other side of the break, we will hear from Christian Cage, but we’ll also have our main event – CM Punk defends his AOW Dynasty Championship against the One Man Gray Area, another man who has proven himself durable in the ring, Tyler Black! The explosive rookie looks for his first piece of gold against the hero-seeker, NEXT!



Quote:
***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Michaels
:
But then there was the darkness…

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

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

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

Michaels
:
He wishes to always be in the light…

Michaels hangs his head before he keeps walking…

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

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

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

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

Michaels
:
From dust…to dust…

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

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

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

Michaels
:
But my time…will never be up!

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





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

AUGUST 24th, 2008
Mellon Arena – Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

***

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


~Backstage, Green Zone interview set

Torrie:
Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, the AOW World Heavyweight Champion, Christian Cage!


Christian still doesn’t look to be 100%, possibly still feeling his Last Man Standing match not too long ago. He’s in non-competition attire and has the AOW title is over his shoulder. His eyes don’t reek of madness and his expression is somewhat tranquil

Torrie:
Christian, you saw what RVD had to say at the top of the broadcast about the fans and how he feels about winning your AOW Championship. What’s your take on the matter?

Christian:
I think it’s beyond selfish. But at the same time, I can relate to him. There was a time when I hated every fan in this joint. Where I thought they were fickle and they were just being sheep, led to whatever next big thing was thrown at them. But I also realized that that simply isn’t true. The AOW fans are a different breed. They give you exactly what you give them.

Torrie:
But Christian, what about what RVD said about you?

Christian:
I think that that has a lot to do with believing. RVD believes the fans are one way, when they’re another. He obviously believes in himself. And it’s taken me a while to get this way with this title, but I believe in myself too. It goes right back to the fans because I believe in these fans, too, so they believe in me. I think that’s the snag in all this – the fans believe in RVD…but he doesn’t believe in them. Broken faith is a powerful thing, Torrie. I just hope Van Dam realizes that without these people, he would’ve never made it here. He never would’ve made it into that match last week. And he won’t be able to beat me at Origins & Endings.


A pop is heard from beyond the walls, as the camera zooms in on Christian’s determined expression as we fade away…


~Back at ringside…


“BLACK TO WHITE” hits the system to a wide array of heat. Tyler Black bursts through the curtain, his monochrome hair and long black trenchcoat flowing with him. We can’t see his face for a moment, but he throws his hair back to reveal a very focused, if someone what confident, expression. He slides into the ring and throws off his coat, playing to the crowd and getting a great deal of heat.

But this is directly countered when “MISERE CANTARE” hits the speakers to reveal one Dynasty Champion CM Punk. The crowd roars in approval for the hard-nosed young stud and Dynasty Tournament winner, who drops to a knee to announce his arrival and check his watch…“IT’S CLOBBERIN’ TIME!!” Punk continues to make his way down the ramp…BUT HE’S CAUGHT IMMEDIATELY BY A SUMMERSAULT PLANCHA!! TYLER BLACK GETS THINGS STARTED RIGHT AWAY!!

~MAIN EVENT~
*AOW Dynasty Championship*
CM Punk(c)
v.
Tyler Black


Black shows off his amazing athleticism and cat-like reflexes right off the bat, landing on his feet after collapsing on Punk. The energized rookie takes the body of the surprised champion and throws him into the ring to cover –

1…

2…

NO!!

Punk doesn’t go down that easily, but he’s still very much rattled. He tries to crawl away, only for Black to stop him, toss him into the ropes, and SNAP INTO HIS CHEST WITH A SINGLE-LEG DROPKICK!! All the air in Punk’s body leaves him as Black covers once more –

1…

2…

NO!!

Punk isn’t gonna go down so early, getting some kind of space this time and rolling towards a corner. Black shows some of his cockiness and laughs as he watches Punk suffer, the crowd throwing heat. The responds to the crowd with a caw of ‘I don’t want you to like me!’, reminding us of his message from when he first debuted. He looks at Punk sitting on the turnbuckle now and rushes…AND HITS THE ROPE-AIDED DROPKICK!! Black is out of the gates and on fire here!

He rolls backwards and to the center ring on one knee, prompting him to taunt more, especially when Punk is hit so hard that he just rolls to the outside to recuperate. Keeping with the commentators’ notion that Black can come from any direction, Punk has to take a step back and reassess his battle plan. Punk clutches at his chest and pecs, which allows Black to size him up and look for a SUICIDE DIVE…PUNK CLOCKS HIM IN THE SKULL!!

Punk at the very least saw that one coming and counters it perfectly, Black dangling over the middle rope. Punk takes advantage of this and leaps onto the apron…AND KICKS BLACK RIGHT ITN HE FACE!! WOW!! Black’s body falls back into the ring, the tide now turned as the rookie clutches at his face. Punk is finally able to get a pop, rolling in behind Black and trash talking back to him as he does. Punk covers Black for his first attempt of the contest –

1…

2…

NO!!

Black stays alive, but Punk stays on him and drives a pair of elbows into his jaw before pulling him to his feet and whipping him into the ropes, catching him in a LEAPING CALF KICK on the rebound! It’s Black’s turn to scurry to a corner, tending to his jaw. Then it’s Punk’s turn to corner a man, going for the CORNER HIGH KNEE…NOBODY HOME!! Black dodges the move at the last minute, rebounding off the ropes at a knee-tending Punk and GOING FOR THE BLACK OUT STOMP…NO!! Punk dodges the blow and grabs Black from behind, pressing him against the ropes, and hoping for a VICTORY ROLL…

1…

2…

NO!!

Punk is pushed off of Black’s body, forcing the Straight-Edge enthusiast against the ropes. He rushes at the recovering Black, who ducks a clothesline and rolls Punk up from behind for a roll-up of his own –

1…

2…

3-NO!!

Punk throws his legs up, but as soon as he gets back to his feet, he’s greeted by Black RAMMING PUNK INTO A CORNER WITH A SHOULDER THRUST!! Black rips into Punk’s ribs with another pair of thrusts before whipping him into the opposite corner and rushing at him…CORNER FOREARM SMASH!! Punk wobbles out and goes right into Black’s clutches, who pulls him in for his short-arm combo – a short arm forearm, then a short-arm back elbow and then a nice SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE!! Punk goes down and the kid covers –

1…

2…

3-NO!!

Punk still has enough in him to keep going! Black is slightly frustrated, stomping on Punk a couple of times before trapping him in a grounded sleeper hold. Punk slowly begins to fade, but he’s revitalized by the crowd getting behind him, prompting him getting to his feet. He hits a pair of elbows in Black’s ribs before he creates some space, rebounds off the ropes…and is caught in ANOTHER sleeper hold by Black, this one accompanied by Black jumping on Punk’s back. Black is trash talking Punk as he tries to get him to pass out…but Punk raises a fist and refuses, opting instead to backpedal hard…AND SQUISH BLACK AGAINST THE RING POST!!

Black lets go of the vice grip and settles in the corner, Punk taking a moment to shake the cobwebs out of his own head. He runs back at Black only for Tyler to shove a boot right in Punk’s face. This sends Punk reeling and gives Black time to leap up to the top rope…only for Punk to charge and mess with the top rope, BRINGING BLACK DOWN GROIN FIRST ON THE IRON POST! Black leans over the corner almost completely falling off, Punk finishing it for him when he grabs Black in some double underhooks, yanks him away from the corner…AND HITS THE DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER!! An impressive sequence as Punk covers –

1…

2…

3-NO!!

Black stays alive!! Punk confirms with Ramsey that it was just a two-count, but Punk doesn’t sob over it too long. He grabs Black by his skunk colored hair and chops him a few times and then hits him with a good ol’ fashioned MONGOLIAN CHOP, softening him up for Punk to take the rookie and place him in a Tree of Woe. Punk backs all the way into the opposite corner, once again proclaiming that “It’s clobberin’ time!” He rushes at the prone Black…AND DRILLS HIS FACE WITH THE LOW DROPKICK!! A particularly vicious move by Punk there, Black’s body collapsing onto the canvas. Punk pulls him away and covers again –

1…

2…

3-NO!!

Black shows resolve! Punk clutches his fingers tight as he almost had it, but not retaining quite yet. Black rolls out of the ring and looks to perhaps regroup, but Punk keeps an eye on him. As Black tries to recover, Punk rebounds off the ropes and looks for a big SUICIE DIVE of his own…BACKFLIP KICK!! BLACK WITH A BACKFLIP KICK ON THE FLOOR TO THE LEAPING PUNK!! MERCY!! The sickening smack sends ripples all through the arena, as Punk’s momentum stops dead as he collapses back to the canvas.

Black sluggishly rolls back into the ring, but he’s too late to cover the champion. Instead, he looks to wait for Punk to get up. Black puts Punk on his shoulders, fireman’s carry position…FIREMAN’S CARRY SNAKE-EYES!! Punk’s face rifles off the iron post, leaving him groggy in the middle of the ring as Black rebounds…YAKUZA KICK!! Punk’s head is nearly punted off his shoulders, shooting to the canvas and immediately turning to his stomach to tend to his possibly broken nose. But just as he does so, Black rebounds once again…AND HITS A STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS TO PUNK’S SPINE!! MY WORD!! Black takes a moment to sell the blow and take in the crowd’s mild pop at the fantastic move before shooting the half and getting the lateral press on Punk –

1…

2…

3…

…NO!!

PUNK ROLLS THE SHOULDER!! An astounding combination that Punk counters by kicking out! Black runs his fingers through his multi-hued hair, not sure how that happened. He sucks it up, however, and tries to bring Punk to his feet, only for Punk to retaliate with a string of right hands. This forces Black back, but he fights back as well with a kick to the gut, then planting Punk with a DROP SUPLEX. As Punk pops up to his knees after the splat, Black gets him in the front headlock…AND DRIVES HIS HEAD INTO THE CANVAS WITH THE IMPLANT DDT!! Punk’s body is absolutely lifeless, Black hooking both legs on this one –

1…

2…

3…

NO!!

PUNK KICKS OUT!! SOMEHOW, HE KICKS OUT!! Punk doesn’t have much life in his body, but he kicks out! Black is almost beside himself, almost getting in Ramsey’s face. The One Man Grey Area regains his cool, however, even amidst the crowd popping their heads off. Black peels Punk’s battered body off the canvas and sets him up for the PAROXYSM…Punk twists out…PEPSI TWIST!! PUNK’S NOT DEAD YET!! Black almost flips over himself on the wicked lariat, Punk buying himself some time to heal up. The crowd is feeling it, getting Punk pumped up.

Both men creep to their feet, Black charging at Punk only to eat a trio of clotheslines. Punk follows him up after the third one, slinging Black into the opposite ropes and on the rebound, catching Black in a nasty SNAP SCOOP POWERSLAM!! The crowd is getting all behind Punk at this point, popping as he rolls to the apron and waits for Black to get to his feet…SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE!! DEATH FROM ABOVE CONNECTING!! Punk with the huge move to put himself right back in this match –

1…

2…

3…

NO!!

BLACK KICKS OUT!! Black still has enough resolve left in him to keep his title hopes alive, but Punk’s momentum isn’t dead, especially when he sees Black crawling to a corner to recuperate. Punk eyes his opponent and goes for a second HIGH CORNER KNEE…HITS IT!! Punk wraps the head up for the finishing BULLDOG…Black jams it…AND TURNS IT INTO THE BLACK TO WHITE!!! OH MY!! Both men are lain completely out after that nasty back suplex to reverse STO blow, neither man able to immediately get to their feet and forcing Ramsey to begin the KO count…

…1!!

…2!!

…3!!

…4!!

…5!!

…6!!

…7!!

Black rolls drunkenly to the apron, getting vertical. He watches Punk also get back up to break the count and get up, Black preparing himself for a leap of faith on the SPRINGBOARD DIVING KNEE…MODIFIED SITOUT POWERBOMB!! PUNK TURNS IT INTO A SITOUT POWERBOMB!! Somehow, Punk wraps around the knee, gets a leg, and drives Black into the canvas, getting hold of Black’s outside leg and the crowd going nuts –

1…

2…

3…

…NO!!!

BLACK KICKS OUT AGAIN!! The commentators said it earlier – as energetic as Black is, he’s proved he can go a long, long time. It’s Punk’s turn to be so surprised, he has to ask the ref if that was ‘only two’. He’s less than thrilled with the answer, but with the crowd still behind him, Punk puts some distance between he and the recovering Black, watching him recover. Black gets to one knee and that’s Punk’s signal for the SHINING WIZARD…NO!! Black catches him, hoists him up…TURNBUCKLE POWERBOMB…NO!! Punk goes up and over and gets Black in the sunset flip –

1…

2…

3-NO!!

Black remains in the game! Both men roll to their feet, but Black is still a little groggy, falling right into Punk’s grasp…AND ONTO HIS SHOULDERS. It’s time to GO TO SLEEPBLACK GRABS HOLD OF THE NEARBY ROPES TO JAM THE FINISHER!! The crowd throws a great deal of heat as Punk tries to yank the youngster away, but Black holds on for dear life. The Chicago native gives one last mighty YANK that finally pulls them away from the ropes and gives them space, center ring…UNTIL BLACK GRABS THE COLLAR OF REFEREE RAY RAMSEY!! More heat comes down, Punk caught in quite the dilemma. Black solves it for him, but makes an even bigger one when he uses the force from SHOVING RAMSEY TO THE MAT to help push him off Punk’s shoulders.

The ref takes the hard bump, Punk turning to re-engage in combat with Black…WHO DRILLS PUNK WITH THE REVERSE STO INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!! Punk’s nose is once again an issue, Black using that move to recuperate some more. As Punk tries to recover, he coils out of the corner hunched over. That’s Black’s cue to rebound off the ropes…LEAP…BLACK OUT COMING…NO!! Punk spins out of the way…ROUNDHOUSE!! ROUNDHOUSE TO THE BACK OF BLACK’S HEAD!! BLACK IS OUT!!

The rookie challenger is down, but so is Ramsey! The crowd lights up again, buzzing for the referee to get to his feet. Punk tries to shake some life into the zebra and even drag him, but he realizes it might be a lost cause…when the buzzing becomes a parade of heat. Punk leaves Ramsey alone and goes back to finish Black…ONLY TO BE DRILLED IN THE RIBS BY FINLAY’S SHILLELAGH!! DAMMIT, IT’S FINLAY!! The crowd’s heat only grows hotter, but Finlay’s not done. He waits for Punk to show him his face again…only to CRACK HIM IN THE KNEE WITH THE IRISH STAFF!! PUNK MIGHT HAVE A BROKEN JOINT!!

As quickly as he arrived, Finlay darts out of the ring and heads back up the ramp, a huge amount of heat still pouring his way. Ramsey is just now barely coming to, Black seeing Punk clutching his knee close to him in immense pain. Black looks puzzled, but beyond that, doesn’t really question it, watching Punk try to get vertical, limping on one leg…BLACK OUT!! THE RUNNING CURB STOMP CONNECTS!! Punk is out like a light, Black keeping his momentum to go right to the turnbuckle and to the top rope…PHOENIX SPLASH!!! PHOENIX SPLASH!! Perfectly timed and aimed, the move garnering a small mixed reaction amidst all the heel tactics of the last few moments. Black hooks both legs, Ramsey conscious and readying the slow, battered-ref windmill –

1…



2…



3…!!!

Here is your winner and NEW AOW Dynasty Champion: Tyler Black at (14:39)

WOW! Black unhooks the legs and has a look of shock on his face, not even he believing he could pull something like this off. He rolls off and lays out eagle-spread before Ramsey limps over and hands him his newly won title. The crowd is delivering a thunderous reaction, but it’s very mixed, some perhaps reeling from Finlay’s actions and just Punk losing, others because Black’s gotten mixed reactions for a while. But when Black gets to his feet and raises his new title, there’s more recognizable heat delivered.


JBL:
YES!! YES!! No more Punk as champion!! There is a god an’ he loves JBL!

Joey Styles:
Tyler Black is your new Dynasty Champion, but not without a little bit of help. What the hell was Finlay doing out here!?

JBL:
He was a gift sent from the heavens to bless this kid with his first championship in AOW!

Joey Styles:
Oh, cut the crap! Punk and Black were having an outstanding contest until Black had to result to dirty tactics using the referee and Finlay capitalized and came in for whatever reason! For all intents and purposes, Punk might not have lost the title.

JBL:
Don’t sour this moment, Joey. Look at him! Tyler Black is the fastest rising rookie in AOW an’ he damn well deserves his first gold strap. Did Finlay give Black the pinfall? Did he count to three? Did he put Black on top of Punk? NO! That was all Tyler Black’s doing and the kid deserves that title as much as anyone. Kudos to the kid!

Joey Styles:
It might not be the most preferred thing in the world right now, but it stands – Tyler Black is your new AOW Dynasty Champion, making his mark in his rookie year.


The final image we get on this edition of Oblivion is Tyler Black, tired but victorious, holding his new Dynasty Championship up high to a rain of heat as CM Punk is only left to watch another man leave with the gold he loves so very much as we

Fade…

To…

STATIC

...

When the static clears, we’re brought to yet another anarchic scene, this one backstage, as ROB VAN DAM ASSAULTS CHRISTIAN CAGE IN THE GREEN ZONE!! Van Dam is bashing Christian with multiple clubs before THROWING HIM INTO THE LIGHTING EQUIPMENT!! Christian tries to recover, but he’s beaten too badly, possibly having been bindisded, with Van Dam taking Christian up by the head…
AND CHUNKING CHRISTIAN’S FACE RIGHT THROUGH A TV MONITOR!!
The glass shatters and leaves Christian a mess, even the camera shaking from the impact. Van Dam doesn’t seem so laid back now, veering down to the incapacitated champion


RVD:
The only man who believes in RVD…


A casual Van Dam shrug, which suddenly seems incredibly cold

RVD:
…is RVD.


Van Dam doesn’t look harrowed or menacing or even angry. He looks disturbingly chill about the whole situation, his usual demeanor getting a whole new air to it. The true final image of this edition of Oblivion is that of the new and twisted RVD looking down on the broken and bloody body of Christian amongst a sea of glass as we

Fade…

To…

Black…


END SHOW




ORIGINS & ENDINGS
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania – Mellon Arena
August 24, 2008
*Current Card*


~AOW World Heavyweight Championship~
Christian Cage(c) v. Rob Van Dam

~AOW Dynasty Championship~
Tyler Black(c) v. William Regal




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Such a surprise when I get to read some new AOW. This time I got two shows for the price of 1. I'll start with the July 9th, 2008 Episode.

Starting off with Punk was ok seeing as he won the dynasty tournament. The interaction with Joe was cool and I can't wait to see when these two go one on one. Joe's character is perfect in AOW as he's the pissed off loaner. He doesn't really care to make friends he just wants to beat the crap out of people and win matches.

Now to my first gripe. Dave Finlay. I feel like his character just flounders around in the upper mid card. He seems like the guy that the main eventers who can't be in the title match get to feud with. I'd love for you to pull the trigger and let him get Christian one on one for the title. Seems like it'd be a great match.

Next we get my favorite characters in the thread Mercs Inc. These guys are legit. The set up for the six man match was great, tensions were high and what better way to get it all out there than to have them beat the crap out of each other. Joe destroying everything in his path was a good way to end the match. Nice tease of Joe and Punk tension with the last little bit too.

The Christian and Jericho flashbacks made me remember how freaking amazing their feud has been.

Quick interview for Danielson which got straight to business.

Dat Muscle is a great name for a group of douchey muscle guys. I like them because I hate them so much and having Miz as their pledge makes them even more douchey. The sons of the dungeon get it done in the ring but there's something missing from them. Maybe they need a manager to give them a little flash of charisma. Not surprised with the outcome of this match at all.

Joe being suspended just pushes his character to another level of anger and I'm sure he's gonna rampage all over the place.

Now on to the main event. HO.LY.SHIT!!!!!! This match was awesome from top to bottom. The ending of the match was so poetic with the two con-chair-tos to Jericho.
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First off, apologies for not being very consistent with this. I think the whole section has been hit with a time crunch thing for several months now. But figures things have to slow down sometime. Anyways, I’m going to do something that I promised myself I wasn’t gonna do with this thread and that’s fast-forward/recap anything. But that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. So this is the last full show you’ll get for a while (and once you read it, you’ll know exactly why it needed to be in full).

What’s gonna happen is you’ll get this full (main event in semi-recap) and once I write more of Origins & Endings, I’ll post a preview with some information on what went down in the three weeks of build in August. Hope that’s not too confusing. Same drill as last time, giving Exclusives in pre-show format and then show…




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Spoiler for Once Holy Spirit:


Green Zone interview set, Torrie Wilson standing by

Torrie:
Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, Jamie Noble!
~Noble enters, sweaty from an apparent workout

Torrie
:
Jamie Noble, you’ve been sending some mixed signals the last couple of weeks regarding whether or not you’ll be cashing in your title shot given to you by Paul Heyman. And last week, you made a sort of cryptic confirmation to Bryan Danielson about his Cruiserweight Championship. Can you tell us what exactly your plans are?

Noble:
My plans? Torrie, I’m not really a guy who plans things through. I’m a simple country boy an’ I realize that I don’t fit in very well here.

Torrie:
Why is that, Jamie?

Noble:
When I signed on the dotted line with AOW an’ came here, I was expectin’ competition. Not political competition, y’know? I came here to let it all hang out in the ring an’ let my skills speak for themselves. But since I’ve been here, it’s been all about the same-old, same-old power struggle crap.
~Noble wipes some sweat from his nose

Noble:
What happened? What happened to the ‘fighting spirit’ that suckered me into this place? Where is it? I’ll tell you where it is. It’s in a select few people. Guys like Low Ki an’ Rey Mysterio have it in spades. An’ I’ll toot my own horn an’ say I’ve got a lot of it, too. But the two guys who I’ve seen have it more than anyone else are Christian Cage…an’ Bryan Danielson.
~Noble holds up two fingers, one for each man

Noble:
There’s a reason they’re both champions an’ it’s because of that. They ooze the spirit of competition. An’ that’s what I want to find again. An’ that’s why I want to face Bryan Danielson for the AOW Cruiserweight Championship. That’s why officially, today, no cryptic shit, I challenge Bryan Danielson for that title at Origins & Endings. No underlying motives, no philosophical basis, no mind games. Just exactly what we all came here for -wrestling.
~Noble nods to Torrie before walking away as we hit the fade out…



Spoiler for The Anti-Inertia Regime:


~White background, possibly somewhere out of the arena

Sydal:
Hi, everyone. Yeah, this is everyone’s favorite loser, Matt Sydal. I’m not saying that because I want to get your sympathy, I’m saying that because it’s a fact. I’ve lost every single match I’ve been a part of in AOW. And if many of you have been following me on aohdubya.com, you know how hard I’ve been working with Billy Kidman to make myself better…but it just wasn’t working out for me.
~Entering into the frame rather quietly is Jack Evans, who has a shirt with the initials “A.I.R.” on it

Sydal:
And even though Billy didn’t let me in on everything he knew, what happened to him couple weeks ago was uncalled for. That man was a mentor to me and many others in this locker room. And if there’s one thing that Billy taught me that always sticks in my mind is in this business, you gotta stay angry. You can’t sit back and let people push you around. Retaliation is key.
~Evans nods his head

Sydal
:
So Ken Doane, Chris Masters. Your little frat party? It’s over. Because to take you down, I’ve enlisted a little bit of high-flying help from a good friend of mine
~Evans shares a handshake with Sydal before taking center stage and kicking up an internal beat

Evans
:
DAT MUSCLE’s gotta pay
For messsin’ with Billy K
Nothin’ temporary; need a duo that’s here to stay
Youth with battle scars
The potential to raise the bar
Y’all gonna get got by a pair of Shooting Stars

We know that we cost you a shot
At the Tag Team titles
But that’s just our first shot
At revenge for our fallen idol
So here today, we announce
A new coalition on the scene
Jack Evans, Matt Sydal
(Sydal and Evans point to Evans’s shirt)
The Anti-Inertia Regime
~Evans crosses his arms as Sydal gives a nod of approval

Sydal
:
So get ready, AOW. And especially you, DAT MUSCLE. Because if there’s one thing you don’t want coming after you is a pair of daredevils.
~Sydal rests an arm on Evans and they both look at the camera to a fade out…



Spoiler for Wade in the Water:


~A water fountain and pool, late night in New York City. Mike “The Miz” Mizanin looks absolutely miserable, partially because its 3 a.m. The other reason is because he’s wearing only boxer shorts. Miz is flanked by Chris Masters.

Masters:
Alright, pledge. Since you did not help us attain victory in the Tag Team Turmoil match, your last initiation ritual is for both our benefit and your punishment. You have to army crawl, not swim, across this fountain in ONLY your boxers and reach Kenny on the other side.

Miz:
Why does this place smell so horrible?

Masters:
Because this particular fountain is cleaned twice a year. One of those two times will happen approximately three hours from now. So it’s at its filthy peak. You ready, pledge Miz?
~Miz’s face curdles at this new information

Miz:
No, but I need to –

Masters:
Too bad!
~Masters takes Miz and FLINGS HIM RIGHT INTO THE POOL!

Masters:
You’d better hurry up before the cops get here!
~Miz thrashes around for a moment, absolutely disgusted at his surroundings. He sucks it up and starts army crawling his way across the algae infested fountain floor, his knees and elbows hitting wishing well coins as he goes along. While coughing and struggling the whole way, Miz does eventually make it to the other side to meet Ken Doane. Miz’s boxers are soaked and some of the pool residue can be seen sticking to his body. He pants and loses even more air when Doane slaps him on the back

Doane:
Good job, pledge. You might actually be in the brotherhood soon enough. But not until we find a way to deal with Matt Sydal and his new boyfriend.

Miz: (shivering)
W-well…w-we could h-have a n-numbers game.

Doane:
Whaddya mean by that?

Miz:
L-last season, Chris J-Jericho was able to do the things he d-did because of numbers.

Doane:
I know that. I was with him, remember?

Miz:
Right. Sorry.

Doane:
Y’know what, pledge? You’re onto something. I’m stupid for not thinking of that before. That’s it! If those two wanna screw us over and ask for a war, then we’ll give’em one. Pledge Miz – we need you to put the numbers in our favor. Whaddya say you help us take down those dweebs personally?
~Miz’s face, though dirty and wet, lights up

Miz:
I’d f-freakin’ love to!

Doane:
That’s so frat. Welcome – momentarily – to the club, Miz.
~Doane goes to shake Miz’s hand, but sees the slime on it and just gives a small thumbs up before walking away. Miz’s smile vanishes

Miz:
Hey! Are you guys just gonna leave me here?
~Chris Masters catches up and walks past Miz

Masters:
You’re not getting in my car like that. If you want a towel, there’s one in that tree over there.
~Masters points to a tree which we don’t see, but we do see Miz’s entire body reduced to a whimper. He stays in a slump as we fade away…



*TAPED BEFORE SHOW*

The locker room. Virtually every member of the roster is in attendance, everyone murmuring or muttering about what this could possibly be about. All of this curiosity is silenced when Paul Heyman steps up to the front of the room, some men groaning.


Heyman:
Good evening, my fine fellows…and finer pair of ladies.

Both Torrie Wilson and Taylor Wilde squirm a little

Heyman:
Tonight will be a historic night. Not only will we have an AOW Tag Team Championship match that is sure to be incredible, but we are also in for the ultimate treat – the firing of Mick Foley!


Near universal groans from both faces AND heels

Heyman:
Now then, I know many of you are not my biggest fan and some of you might even be overwhelmed with such hatred for me and respect for Mr. Foley, that you just can’t help but feel compelled but to pull some heroic stunt tonight to stop him from being fired.


The camera, almost as if it were intentional, shows shots of Christian Cage and CM Punk

Heyman:
Well stop thinking that right now because if anyone – and I do mean anyone, champion or not, interrupts the ceremonial termination of Mick Foley, I will see to it personally that you are suspended for an entire year without pay…or just downright terminated along with Mr. Foley. Are there any questions?


The once noisy room is now virtually dead quiet

Heyman:
Good. I hope you all enjoy your night.


Heyman nods his head before leaving the room. The entire place starts buzzing once again, although this time with much less life in the conversations. The face of one man in particular, Christian Cage, is unmoved as we fade away to the opening…




July 30th, 2008

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

“Coming Undone”


*AOW!! AOW!! AOW!!*

Quote:
“The Fight Song” by Marilyn Manson vignette

(Whispers)

Fight…

Danielson leaps for the flying headbutt…

Fight…

HBK cocks back, Sweet Chin Music ready…

Fight…

Christian leaps for the springboard plancha…

Fight…

Chris Jericho’s silhouette is highlighted…

*Opening guitar riff*

You'll never grow up to be a big rock star

The camera goes from the ground up to the face of Antonio Banks in his debut

Celebrated victim of your fame

Shawn Michaels comes down the ramp, pumped up from the main event of day one

Just cut our wrists like cheap coupons

RVD pumps his thumbs

And say that "death was on sale today"

Bryan Danielson points to his opponent singing his theme’s chorus

*Upped tempo, heavier sound*

And when we were good

Jack Evans’ double moonsault!

You just close your eyes

Aero Star, Psicosis, and Super Crazy perform the Triple Tope Torpedo!

So when we are bad

Ken Doane leg drops Billy Kidman though the announce table!

We'll scar your minds

A replayed shot of the Dungeon Device from TJ Wilson to Jack Evans in the Offseason

Fight!

SWEET CHIN MUSIC!!

Fight!

WARRIOR’S WAY!!!

Fight!

MUSCLE BUSTER!!!

Fight!

PEPSI PLUNGE!!

Fight!

FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH!!!

Fight!

CELTIC CROSS!!

Fight!

619!!!

Fight!

UNPRETTIER!!!

*Final cymbal crash*

Christian Cage holds his title high in jubilation
***
As per usual with the AOW openings, there’s chants everywhere and signs waving, setting up a huge atmosphere. 3,000+ fans are all on their feet and causing an enormous stir in the confined space of the Hammerstein, ready to get this huge show on the road. But all this comes to a screeching halt when, of all things, “SEXY BOY” hits the stage. A gloriously mixed reaction leaks from the seats, as SHAWN MICHAELS comes down to the ring, looking much more like himself than Paul Heyman. He’s still not smiling or showing any real signs of the old HBK, but he does have a microphone and steps into the ring.

Michaels:
I’m pretty sure I wasn’t the first guy anyone thought of to kick off this week’s show. But there’s a problem with that for me. And that’s that no one…and I do mean no one…is thinking about Shawn Michaels.


Bit of a crowd murmur, Michaels pacing a bit

Michaels:
I haven’t exactly been the most morally upholding individual since I returned to AOW earlier this year. My motives for returning have been thrown in my face since I stepped foot back into this arena to perform in front of you fine people every single time I can.


A small cheer for Shawn’s efforts, but also some heat

Michaels
:
And a lot of you haven’t given me any slack because of my personal reasons for returning. I don’t blame a’one of you. I’ve done some selfish things in my life and being here in the situation I’m in right now is only because of me and my selfishness. That is my cross to bear and I understand that. I understand all of that.


Michaels looks down at the canvas, obviously disappointed about that

Michaels:
But because of that understanding, I have come to a different understanding. That one being that when it all comes right down to it, the only person you can count on in this business…is yourself. I’ve tried to trust myself so much recently, that it got me eliminated from the Dynasty Tournament. And then that got me in even more trouble with the boss.


A good array of heat for the mention of Heyman

Michaels
:
But luckily for me, Paul Heyman is in a rare good mood. Tonight, he gets to fire a man I have immense respect for. But because he’s so chipper, he let me have a little bit of freedom.


A smirk starts developing on Michaels’s face…

Michaels
:
Paul…you really should’ve have done that.


…and turns into a full-fledged smile and a bigger pop

Michaels
:
When you give Shawn Michaels an inch, I won’t just take a mile. I’ll take the whole country. So I’m gonna do somethin’ that might just get me a liiiiitle more trouble than I’m already in. With my loose chain, I’m gonna invite a fellow to the ring that Paul Heyman really didn’t want to see. Ladies and gentlemen…SAMOA JOOOEEEE!!!


WHAT?!?! The collective reaction of the crowd is one of utter shock, but Michaels isn’t lying. Soon enough, “MAMA SAID KNOCK YOU OUT” plays after the Godzilla horn and gives rise to Samoa Joe, who is in street clothes. Joe has a microphone in hand, but doesn’t look any kind of pleased to be here. He steps into the ring and stares down Michaels before actually saying anything.


Joe:
Before you even say anything, I only have one question – why the hell am I here?

Michaels:
You’re here because there’s nowhere more important for you to be. Technically, you’re not even allowed on this property until you give up your ‘investigation’.


Joe doesn’t take his eyes off of Michaels for a second

Joe:
The only reason I’m not beating the tar out of you right now is because I’m hopin’, for your sake, you have some information on who screwed me out of the Dynasty Tournament.

Michaels:
Then I’ve got somethin’ I think you more than want to see.



Michaels turns his attention to the AOW Yin-YangTron, which goes from it’s normal black and white swirl design to showing some kind of footage and audio. The visuals are very hazy, and what does show up is very, very dark. But the audio of the scene is much better. We don’t see anybody on screen, as the camera is pointing at mostly darkness, but we can hear who sounds like Paul Heyman talking to Shawn Michaels at Rise of a Dynasty…


Heyman:
Do you have any idea how stupid you made me look out there? I went out on a limb to bring you back and this is the thanks I get? You deliberately disobeying me? You selfish bastard! And after everything I’ve done tonight?? I did everything on my side of the bargain! I hired The Mercenaries to get Joe out of the Tournament! I did that…for you


Static and black spots keep cutting in and out


Heyman:
And if you had just swallowed your ignorant pride, you could be next in line for the AOW Championship. But no. You had to do things the ‘Haich Bee Kay’ way. And now, you’re screwed again. Joe’s on a rampage. We all saw what he did to Paul Burchill! There’s not a doubt in my mind that’s he’s gonna come looking for the person who got him eliminated.


Michaels:
You mean you.

Heyman:
No, no, Shawn. Not me. But you. See, that’s your punishment. That’s your deliverance for not going by my plan tonight. If anyone asks, no matter what happens…all signs of what happened to Samoa Joe…will point to you. You are going to take the fall and the blame. The son must pay for the sins of the father.

Michaels:
I am not your son. And I am not taking the brunt of this. Not for you or anybody!

Heyman:
(laughs)
You say that like you have a choice.


END TRANSMISSION


As soon as the feed shuts off, there’s a silence around the arena before there’s a bit of an ‘ooooh’ and an applause coming shortly afterwards for the information exposed. Michaels looks at Joe with a raised eyebrow, but Joe’s perpetual scowl remains in place

Michaels:
There. I’ve been trying to work off my sins in this company for a long time, and this is the closest I think I’ve ever come to actually doin’ it. Investigation over. Now you know everything. You’re no longer suspended.


A pop from the crowd at the idea of Joe being off the hook, but Joe doesn’t look like he’s buying anything

Joe:
You expect me to believe you did this out of the goodness of your heart? Selfish Shawn Michaels went out of his way to do this for someone who wasn’t him. When he knew it would just dig him deeper into the hole that he dug himself. With all due respect, Shawn, and you and I both know just how little that is…


Joe gets in Shawn’s face, which has dissipated to a stoic look

Joe:
…what did you really do this for?


Michaels doesn’t flinch, staring right back at the nigh invulnerable man before him

Michaels:
I went through a lot of crap to get that stuff. And y’know what? Maybe I am selfish. Maybe deep down inside, each and every one of us is a selfish bastard who only thinks about what we can gain. Yeah, Joe, maybe I did have other motives for clearing your name.


Joe:
And what would those be?

Michaels:
Maybe I just wanted to help you out. Maybe I just wanted to screw over and piss off Paul Heyman. Or maybe I actually wanted you back on this show as an active competitor.


Joe looks questionably at the Heart Break Kid

Joe:
You know good and well my goal has always been to get rid of people like you in AOW…don’t you?
(HBK nods) Then why the hell would you want me back?

Michaels’s face eases up a little

Michaels:
You know, the first day I showed up in AOW, it was you who let me know exactly how I was perceived here. You told me that I had the biggest target on my back. I found out later that that was an outright lie.


There’s some venom in Shawn’s voice, which Joe reacts to irritably

Michaels:
It amazes me just how under the radar you’ve flown around here, Joe. You’ve made a name for yourself as the unflinching, uncompromising rock of a man who cannot be stopped. Hell, you haven’t been pinned or made to submit in your entire time here in AOW, almost an entire year. But what I found out? Ladies and gentlemen, this man has not been pinned or made to submit as a professional wrestler in three years!!


The crowd reels from this realization as well, a big pop rising up and a quite audible “ROH! ROH!” chant

Michaels:
And so if guys were smart and as driven as they say they are, the guy with the biggest target on his back should be you. Because everyone knows the only thing an undefeated streak like that is good for…is shattering it.


Michaels’s face hardens up again and goes nose to nose with the unflinching Joe…before quickly snapping away and keep right on talking

Michaels:
But I guess that is the question, Joe. Why would I want a guy like you back? Simple. The only freedom I get around here anymore is when I step in this ring. And guys that make me push myself are the ones that give me the most freedom. So yeah, Joe. I wanted you back for completely selfish reasons. Because if there’s anyone in this company, in the world, that can end the reign of the unconquerable One Man Army…I want it to be me.


Michaels jabs a thumb at himself to a buzz from the crowd

Michaels:
I want to face you, Samoa Joe. Origins & Endings. One-on-one. In a match that has never happened before. And afterward, neither one of us will be the same again.


The Hammerstein Ballroom is BUZZING LIKE CRAZY!! Michaels nor Joe takes their eyes off of each other, no one sure if either man is just taking in the sounds or just staring holes through one another. But either way, the whole place is rocking, everyone in the house approving of Michaels’s proposition. The moment-building silence is finally permeated with two words…

Joe:
You’re on.


AND THE HAMMERSTEIN LOSES THEIR SHIT. Both Michaels and Joe flash signs of smirks as the entire Hammerstein goes nuts all around them. Joe waits until they calm down just a bit to continue

Joe:
But Shawn, I will warn you. You are right. My record for the past three years has been damn near perfect. So in order to beat me…you’ll have to be better than perfect. And I think everyone here knows that that’s something Shawn Michaels has never been.


Ooooh. Joe’s smirk is sustained, while Michaels’s completely disappears. Michaels just stares a hole through Joe…before extending a hand. Joe looks back at Michaels with a great amount of distain, but Shawn’s hand is unwavering. The crowd is buzzing immensely at what Joe might do next…and he SHAKES SHAWN MICHAELS’S HAND!! Samoa Joe, the One Man Army, the man who had dedicated himself to getting rid of the scum in AOW…is shaking hands with the man he has long said epitomizes that scum.

Michaels looks to walk away from Joe once the sportsmanlike exchange is fulfilled…but Joe doesn’t let go of his hand. The crowd and Michaels can possibly sense something coming, but Michaels still tries to pull his hand back again…only for this to not have any effect. Joe still holds onto Michaels’s hand with a clutch of his own…before pulling Michaels in…AND SETS HIM UP FOR THE ISLAND DRIVER…NO!!! MICHAELS SQUIRMS OFF!! The same move that Shawn Michaels ate months ago is countered this time, Michaels squirming off of Joe’s shoulder. He lands on his feet behind the One Man Army…AND HITS THE SWEET CHIN MUSIC!!

NO!!

JOE DODGES IT AT THE LAST MINUTE AND DUCKS OUT OF THE RING!! Joe just barely ducks out of the way of imminent danger, but Shawn Michaels stands his ground, both men staring holes into the other. Both men smirk, knowing that whatever happens between the two of them will push them to their limits. But it’s Joe whose smile disappears first, knowing that he has far more on the line than the reckless man before him


Joey Styles:
What an incredible way to kick off this edition of AOW Oblivion!! I’m Joey Styles alongside John “Bradshaw” Layfield and I think the ultimate challenge was just issued as Shawn Michaels has thrown the gauntlet to Samoa Joe! One of the biggest dream matches we have here in AOW is gonna happen at Origins & Endings!

JBL:
One of those men is gonna regret it very, very quickly an’ my bet is it ain’t gonna be Joe.

Joey Styles:
Shawn Michaels unearthing some significant, incriminating evidence that tells us that Paul Heyman was the man responsible for screwing Samoa Joe out of the AOW Dynasty Tournament

JBL:
Oh, bite me! Shawn Michaels is one of the most dishonest men in all of wrestlin’ history. What makes you think he didn’t fabricate evidence??

Joey Styles:
Because it was all right there in front of us, John!

JBL:
Did you see him? Did you see Paul Heyman anywhere in that feed, Joey? Huh? Can you see what we can’t see?

Joey Styles:
I don’t know how many men have a voice that sounds exactly like that, John, so maybe you can explain that to me. But what doesn’t need much explaining, unfortunately, is that later on tonight, Mick Foley’s tenure in AOW will come to an end. Paul Heyman, the criminal himself, will fire Mick Foley live, right here, on Oblivion.

JBL:
What a GREAT days it’s gonna be, Joey!

Joey Styles:
I really don’t like you. But what’s better than my feelings for Bradshaw is coming up on the other side of the break – we’ve got Tag Team Championship action! Champions in July concludes with a huge bang – The Mercenaries will try and wrench the titles from the grip of the Sons of the Dungeon. We’re here for ninety minutes of action! This is Wednesday Night Oblivion!


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**



As we return from the break, “WELCOME TO WHITECHAPEL” is booming over the system. Paul Burchill & Brent Albright, The Mercenaries, make their way down the aisle with their player-manager William Regal. Regal holds both men close and says something in their ears before the meticulous team enters the ring to a great deal of heat.

Not too long afterwards, “EXECUTORS OF EXCELLENCE” lets out the Bret Hart riff and introduces the AOW World Tag Team Champions, the Sons of the Dungeon. Harry Smith and TJ Wilson shake hands with a few fans before showing off their nearly robotic resolve and slide in

OPENING CONTEST
~AOW World Tag Team Championships~
Sons of the Dungeon(c)
v.
The Mercenaries

{w/William Regal}

Regal spends a bit more time coaching his team and looks to indeed be sticking around for the actual match. Whatever he says to the Mercs seems to sink in, as Albright nods his head and steps in the ring first. In the ‘face’ corner, TJ Wilson looks like he’s going to lead off. The two technicians lock up, only for Albright to get the better of the exchange with an arm wrench. Wilson maneuvers his way out of it with a series of ducks and bridges before slapping Albright’s arm off and HITTING HIM WITH A NICE DROPKICK!

This throws the challengers out of whack for just a moment, Albright leaving the ring to regroup. But Wilson doesn’t look like he’s going to give him that chance, rushing at him and hitting a BASEBALL SLIDE…NO!! Albright sidesteps the move and DRIVES WILSON’S SPINE INTO THE RING LIP!! This creates all the opening Albright needs as he slides his prey back into the ring and follows up with a nasty suplex for a cover –

1…

2…

NO!

The target is Wilson’s back, which the Mercs now expertly begin to exploit when Albright tags in Burchill. Albright holds Wilson’s spine to Burchill, who delivers a forearm club to the lower back, before Albright chucks Wilson over in a FLAWLESS BELLY TO BELLY TOSS!! Burchill follows up this double team combo with a quick elbow drop before covering –

1…

2…

NO!!

Wilson still shows some kind of life, but Burchill starts pounding it out of him with a few hard fists to the forehead. He follows this up with a headbutt before whipping Wilson into the ropes, but on the rebound, TJ slides through the legs of the Brit and rolls him up from behind –

1…

2…

NO!!

Burchill throws his legs up in time. Both men spring to their feet, Burchill looking for a clothesline…but he eats canvas from a Wilson DROP TOEHOLD! Wilson rushes and catches Burchill in a headlock, Burch making his way back to his feet. As The Ripper backpedals into the ropes to throw Wilson off, Smith blind tags himself in. TJ holds onto the top rope and doesn’t shoot back to Burchill, forcing the Mercenary to rush…AND EAT A KICK BACKFLIPPING KICK, sending Kidd to the apron. The blow from the kick sends Burchill backpedalling right into the clutches of Smith, who follows up with an impressive BACK SUPLEX!! A cover for the champs now –

1…

2…

NO!!

Burchill throws a shoulder up, but the mechanical Sons don’t stop. Smith lifts Burchill up and hits him with several knees before tossing him into the ropes and hitting him with a hard back elbow on the rebound. Burchill takes the blow, but rolls to his corner as he hits the canvas, tagging in Albright, who jumps the ropes to make it in.

Smith tries to surprise Albright with a CLOTHESLINE, but Albright ducks it and another clothesline attempt to bounce off the ropes twice…AND STRIKES WITH BODY AVALANCHE!! The big man Smith stumbles, but doesn’t completely fall, beating his chest to a pop from the crowd! Albright isn’t impressed, showing his distain with a KNIFE-EDGE CHOP(Wooooo!) to Smith’s chest! Smith reels from the sting, but fights back with his own CHOP(Wooooo!). Albright fires back with another, before Smith fires back with another. Albright is forced to reel to the ropes. Smith charges at him…only to get a DROPKICK TO THE KNEES from Albright.

Smith falls on top of the middle rope, almost as if getting set up for the 619. When Albright tries to attack Smith, the ref stops him and pushes him back. With the ref’s back turned, Burchill rushes over and DROPS AN ELBOW ON THE BACK OF THE HEAD OF THE ROPE-BOUND SMITH!! Harry’s head snaps back just in time for Albright to DROP A KNEE ACROSS HIS FACE, the Oklahoman with a cover –

1…

2…

3-NO!!

The dirty tactics don’t end the contest quite yet! The frustrated Albright tags in Burchill once again, Regal getting in Albright’s ear to not get so angry. The Mercs set up Smith for a DOUBLE SUPLEX…but the STRENGTH OF SMITH JAMS THE MOVE!! The try again, but once more, nothing! Smith reaches deep down…AND HITS A SOUPLEX OF HIS OWN TO BOTH MEN AT ONCE!! Harry has the opening he needs, but has to crawl to his corner…AND HE’S STOPPED BY BURCHILL!!

Burchill clubs and stomps on the buff Canadian, dragging him away from his corner. Burchill then looks to pry away the arm and get an early ROYAL MUTILATION…but Smith jams it, not allowing him to extend the arm and gets back to his feet…BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!! This could be all the room Smith needs as he crawls to his corer with the crowd behind him…AND HE GETS THE TAG IN TO WILSON!! TJ bursts into the ring and hits Burchill with a running crooked clothesline before looking over into the opposing corner and seeing Albright on his hands and knees, still trying to recover…AND HITS HIM THROUGH THE ROPES WITH A RUNNING FRONT DROPKICK!!

Albright goes right to the floor, while Burchill tries to sneak up on Wilson from behind…only to get a back kick to the gut, Wilson jumping onto the second rope…SPRINGBOARD ENZEGURI!! WILSON WITH A BIG SURPRISE MOVE!! Burchill is stunned and downed, Wilson dragging him back up with the crowd completely behind the smaller Canadian…SPINNING FISHERMAN’S SUPLEX!! The shock of the contact with the canvas forces the bridge to be impossible, but Wilson hooks a leg quickly afterwards anyway –

1…

2…

3…

NO!!!

BURCHILL ROLLS A SHOULDER!! WOW!! Wilson’s a little angry that didn’t finish things, but his mechanical nature forces him to stay focused. He takes Burchill ad tries to whip him into the ropes, but Burchill counters the whip. Wilson rebounds and ducks underneath two clothesline attempts before running back at the ropes again, but this time he doesn’t rebound. Instead, he keeps on running and then lowers his level…BASEBALL SLIDE TO THE RECOVERING ALBRIGHT ON THE OUTSIDE…RIGHT INTO WILLIAM REGAL!!

The keen eye of the Sons might save them, although now Wilson is vulnerable on the apron. Burchill notices and tries to get the advantage back, but Wilson sees this and gives Burch a shoulder block to the gut before hopping over the top rope and onto Burchill’s back…LEG TRAP SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB!! OH MY!! TJ Wilson is pulling out all the stops here!! The move gets a huge pop as the referee gets to his duties –

1…

2…

3…

NO!!

CLOSE BUT NO CIGAR!! BURCHILL ROLLS A SHOULDER!! Wilson is stunned that Burchill can take this much, but he tries not to fret over it too long. He opts instead to head to an empty corner and wait for Burchill on the second rope…Wilson leaping…HURRICANRANA – NO!! Burchill jams it and prevents Wilson from flipping over, muscles him back up onto those broad, English shoulders…AND HITS A RACK NECKBREAKER!! WOW!! A stunning move that just might turn the tide, Burchill having to take some time before the cover –

1…

2…

3-NO!!

WILSON ROLLS THE SHOULDER!! Burchill pounds the mat in frustration, but Regal on the outside shouts to him to keep calm. Burchill nods and takes Wilson to the Merc’s corner, tagging in Albright. Albright doesn’t immediately jump in, Burchill whipping Wilson across the ring. On the rebound, Albright shoots in…WITH A SLINGSHOT SHOULDER BLOCK!! WILSON RUNS RIGHT INTO A BATTERING RAM!! He’s knocked down pretty hard, Albright absorbs the shock to his front and covers Wilson again –

1…

2…

3…

NO!!

THE TITLES STAY WHERE THEY ARE!! As impressive a move as that was, Wilson stays in this thing! Albright tries not to get angry and brings Wilson to his feet, only for him to fight back. He knocks Albright back into the ropes and looks to pull something off, rebounding off the ropes at him…but Brent lifts Wilson over to the apron. When Albright turns around, he gets met with a NASTY APRON ROUNDHOUSE!! Albright is knocked away, but Wilson’s on the same ropes as Burchill, who charges and tries to knock Wilson off…only for Burch to eat a big elbow! This stuns him long enough for Wilson to go for the CODE BLUE…NOBODY HOME…BUT WILSON ROLLS THROUGH TO HIS FEET!! The cat-like reflexes of one half of the tag champs is on display! He charges back at Albright…only to get wrapped up…AND NAILED WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!!

Albright shakes the cobwebs out of his head and realizes he may have wasted too much time for a pin, so instead he goes to the Sons’ corner and KNOCKS THE WAITING SMITH OFF THE APRON!! Regal, on the outside, tells Albright it’s ‘time for the end’. Albright takes heed and tags in Burchill and both men get into position – Albright at Wilson’s feet and Burchill on the second rope. The crowd knows what’s coming…MERCY KILL!!! THE MERCY KILL CONNECTING!! THE CATAPAULT INTO THE SECOND ROPE CLOTHESLINE BEHEADS TJ WILSON!! The crowd deflates at the heels hitting the definitive finishing move, Burchill covering Wilson like a beast –

1…

2…

3…!!!


…NO!!!

HARRY SMITH BREAKS IN AND BREAKS THE COUNT AT THE LAST MINUTE!! THE MATCH WILL ROLL ON!! The crowd lets out a huge pop as the tag titles are saved just in the nick of time! Albright gets to his feet irate, but he’s met with a BIG BOOT FROM HARRY SMITH!!

Smith is forced back to his corner, but the Hammerstein is rocking as the double-crawl begins now – Wilson tries to regain himself and tag in Smith while Albright is just getting annoyed and wants to tag in Burchill. Wilson lets out a big JUMP and TAGS IN SMITH before Albright can get to his corner, the big Canadian rushing across the ring and knocking Burchill out of the heel corner, taking Albright, and CHUNKING him out of the ring. The crowd is eating Smith up right now, popping big as he looks over the ropes to see who is down there. He rebounds off the ropes and gets a big head of steam…AND HITS A BIG MAN SUMMERSAULT PLANCHA ONTO ALL THREE MEMBERS OF MERCENARIES, INC.!!!

“HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!”

The crowd is all over the still surprising athleticism of the larger half of the Tag Team Champions! It takes a moment, but Smith gets back to his feet and throws Albright back in, ready to finish this thing. Smith enters after Albright, who charges at Smith…only to get caught on one shoulder, THE RUNNING POWERSLAM COMING…NO!! Albright slips off and lands behind Smith, looking for the HALF-NELSON SUPLEX…NO!! Smith jams that and moves behind Albright…AND NAILS THE FULL NELSON SLAM!! Smith with a huge cover –

1…

2…

3…NO!!

ALBRIGHT STAYS ALIVE!! Smith runs his fingers through his hair in a small state of shock, but he doesn’t freak out. Instead, he looks towards his corner, taking Albright up as he does. Smith tags in Wilson (but Mahoney is arguing with Regal about something), who immediately goes to the top rope. Smith responds by lifting Albright into an Electric Chair and tugging on the arms…uh oh…THE DUNGEON DEVICE COMING…GOOSE MAHONEY STOPS WILSON FROM LEAPING!! He claims Wilson isn’t the legal man! The distraction from Regal comes back now! As Wilson argues that he tagged in, Albright squiggles off Smith’s shoulders, lands behind him, and SHOVES SMITH INTO HIS CORNER…AND KNOCKS WILSON OFF THE TOP…AND SENDS HIIS JAW CRASHING INTO THE GUARD RAIL!! OH MY!!

Smith is completely vulnerable now, backpedaling right into Albright’s clutches…HALF NELSON SUPLEX!! THE HALF NELSON CONNECTS!! The concussion-causing move wraps things up, Albright hooking the leg and hoping for gold –

1…

2…

3…!!!

…NO!!!

SMITH ROLLS A SHOULDER!! SMITH ROLLS A SHOULDER!!! HOW IN THE HELL DID HE DO THAT!?! The young Albright is beside himself, pounding the canvas in anger. He yells at Mahoney that that was three, but Goose holds up only two fingers. Burchill and Regal try to get their apprentice to calm down and focus, Albright opting now to channel his anger…AND LOCK IN A CROWBAR…NOT QUITE!!!

Smith locks his arms so that the move doesn’t get completely latched in, Smith fighting back all the way to his feet. Albright still pushes to try and force Smith back down for the Fujiwara, but to no avail. Smith SLAPS Albright’s hands off and hit a double leg takedown…SHARPSHOOTER...NO!! Albright manages to kick Smith away…BUT SMITH KNOCKS BURCHILL OFF THE APRON!! Regal goes to tend to his fellow Brit, leaving both men alone in the ring! Albright tries to bulrush Smith, but he raises an elbow that sends Albright reeling. Smith then jumps to the middle rope and leaps for a SECOND ROPE SUNSET FLIP…but he overshoots a tad…AND ALBRIGHT LATCHES THE LEGS AND SITS ON SMITH’S SHOULDERS…

1…

2…

3…!!!

HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS AND NEW AOW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: The Mercenaries at (14:18)

THEY DID IT!! Albright unlatches the legs of Smith and sits stunned. His mentor and tag team partner crawls into the ring with him and can be heard telling Albright that “we did it, mate!” Burchill helps Albright get to his feet as Regal slides in with the Tag Team Championships and hands them to his stablemates to a round of heat from the Hammerstein


JBL:
NEW CHAMPIONS!! NEW CHAMPIONS!! The Mercenaries have finally done it!

Joey Styles:
The Mercenaries have won the AOW World Tag Team Championships by doing what seems to be their go-to strategy and that’s the numbers game paired with outsmarting their opponents.

JBL:
An’ brawling! Don’t forget they hit harder than any other men on the roster! William Regal’s actually smilin’, Joey! That’s how much the AOW World Tag Team Championships mean to these men – William Regal smiles for them.

Joey Styles:
Paul Burchill is too, and I can only wonder if this will help their despicable business pick up anymore. But as it stands, the Sons of the Dungeon are out of luck despite a huge showing. The most dominant stable in AOW has their championship.


Joey emphatically says those lines as Burchill and Albright head up the ramp with their new gold, celebrating with Regal. Meanwhile, Harry Smith is only able to put his hands on his hips in extreme disappointment. TJ Wilson, recovering on the outside, gets some help from officials to get back to his feet, but he too looks absolutely dejected as we fade away…


**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


~Backstage, Green Zone interview set…


Romero:
Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, the NEW AOW World Tag Team Champions, The Mercenaries!

~Just coming in from the arena, still fresh with sweat, are all three members of Mercenaries, Inc.

Romero
:
Tell me gentlemen, how does it feel to be AOW World Tag Team Champions?

Burchill:
How does it feel, mate? It feels like we’re right.

Albright:
That’s right. Because we’ve been saying we’re AOW’s premiere tag team and stable for months now. And now everyone can see that we’re more than right.

Regal:
Let me save you some time, Steve Romero. As a matter of fact, let me save all of us some time because time is money and we like our money.

~Regal actually takes the microphone from Romero

Regal:
Let the world take notice. We don’t just hold the AOW World Tag Team Championships. We are tag team wrestling. We are Trios wrestling. And furthermore, we are Mercenaries, Inc. – the undisputed best stable in all of AOW. Gents? Let’s move out.

~With that, Regal leads the way for he and his men to leave the scene as we fade away…


~Back at ringside…


Back from the promo, we see Psicosis and Super Crazy around the ring, playing to the fans. Psicosis soon hops in and is announced, competing alone tonight.


Joey Styles:
A very confident promo by the new AOW World Tag Team Champions, this being the second time in as many weeks a title has changed here on Wednesday Night Oblivion.

JBL:
An’ both times the champions who’re holdin’em now are hella better than the guys who just lost’em.

Joey Styles:
That remains to be seen, John, but we’ve just received HUGE news about our main event this evening – due to the events of last week and the events of earlier tonight, we’re going to have what could be the biggest tag team match in AOW history! Samoa Joe and Rob Van Dam, the duo who cashed Oblivion two weeks ago, will face off with Shawn Michaels and AOW World Heavyweight Champion, Christian Cage! Last week, Van Dam let his questionable motives be known and then slammed Cage’s head into a TV monitor. And with what happened at the start of the show, how many tensions are gonna boil over here tonight?

JBL:
That’s all just a powder keg waitin’ to explode, Joey.


Not long after this huge announcement and audience pop, the crowd has an opposite reaction, as an unfamiliar heavy metal tune, “BATTLE ON”, hits the fray. After a moment or so, the man this music belongs to is revealed when the NEW AOW Dynasty Champion, Tyler Black, steps through the curtain. He gets a solid round of heat when this is revealed, his title looking awfully nice when around his waist and slightly hidden by his big black trenchcoat. He takes it off to reveal his gold in all its glory, raising it above his head for more heat before the battle begins.

MATCH 2
*NEW* AOW Dynasty Champion Tyler Black
v.
Psicosis

{w/Super Crazy}


The early match is dominated by Black, showcasing his skill as only the third man to hold the Dynasty Championship. It’s not until a few minutes have passed that Psicosis gets any action in on his behalf, KICKING BLACK IN THE FACE while is head is lowered. Psicosis uses this to rebound off the ropes and shoot back at Black with a nice SPINNING WHEEL KICK. Psicosis goes for the huge upset – 1…2…NO!!

Black stays in the fight and stops any of Psicosis’ momentum by ducking a clothesline attempt and rebounding off the ropes, BEHEADING PSICOSIS WITH A YAKUZA KICK!! Black now with a menacing cover – 1…2…NO!! Psicosis stays alive somehow, but is out of it as Black tries to whip him into a corner. Psicosis leaps up onto the top rope and flies back…SURPRISING BLACK WITH A MOONSAULT PRESS!! Another surprise counter – 1…2…3-NO!! Black kicks out just in time!

Upset avoided, Black doesn’t lose any more focus, immediately getting to his feet and cracking Psicosis with the PELE KICK!! Psicosis is hit so hard, he turns and falls face-first onto one of the lower turnbuckles. Black is relentless and follows him, picking him up between the legs…AND EXECUTING A VICIOUS WHEELBARROW SUPLEX!!

Black takes a moment to snap some life back to his stiffening neck, his opponent absolutely rocked. Psicosis tries to pull himself to his feet, but all he can do is get to a knee. Black sees this and is waiting…SUPERKICK TO A KNEELING PSICOSIS!! The blow makes the entire audience reel and gets Black some heat for making such brutal contact. The end is near now, as Psicosis is completely lifeless as Black lifts him into a reverse facelock…PAROXYSM!! The nasty swinging inverted DDT connects and deadens the crowd as Black hooks the legs for an academic cover – 1…2…3…!!

Winner: Tyler Black at (4:19)

Super Crazy takes his battered friend out of the ring and back to the back as Black celebrates with his gold to a solid array of heat. The smirk on his face only grows wider when he is handed a microphone from ringside


Black:
I have been trying to teach to you people that there is no such thing as just right and wrong in this world. Some people have been telling me that since I did not win this title the ‘right’ way, then I am ‘wrong’.

~Black pauses, but maintains his smirk

Black:
I say to those people that there is no ‘wrong’ when the gold feels so right! There is no moral dilemma! I didn’t lose one wink of sleep last week when I won the Dynasty Championship. As a matter of fact, I slept better than I had in months because with my name on this strap, I have arrived! I am the ladder to success!

~Black raises the gold high to even more heat


Black:
You don’t have to love it and you can bite me if you hate it, but as it stands, AOW – welcome to the Black Out!

~Black’s smirk evolves into a grin as he holds the title and his microphone high in continued celebration, getting even more heat…but this is interrupted when “MAN WITH NO LAND” chimes over the sound system to give us the usually jovial Kofi Kingston. Kingston isn’t smiling at all as he marches down to the ring to a very welcome ovation, a microphone in his hands as well

Kingston
:
You know sometin’? You’re right. You didn’t win dat title de right way. An’ you can come out here an’ say all de morality speeches you want, but anyone can beat a man who was already knocked out.

~Pop as Kingston gets in Black’s face; his smile fades

Kingston
:
So how about you get a real challenge, eh? How about facin’ someone who isn’t knocked out? Someone who has already proven dat he can take you all de way to de limit, mon? A mon who knows you inside an’ out? How about you be a real mon an’ you defend dat Dynasty Championship against me…right now?

~A HUGE pop for the title match possibility, Kingston staring Black down. Kofi mouths to Black that “dat’s coconut crackin’”, Black raising his microphone to his lips…only to be cut off by “WELCOME TO WHITECHAPEL” to hit the system and introduce a great deal of heat with William Regal. The heat isn’t as intense as it was earlier in the night, this being Regal’s third appearance and all

Regal:
Now, now, Coffee. In case you were unaware, and in case Mr. Black was unaware, but I am the #1 Contender to the Dynasty Championship. And I’m not going to share that right with some mongrel with no manners and a terrible accent.

~“Oooooooh!” Kofi looks like he wants to slap Regal, but instead goes to raise his microphone, only to have the uber-polite Regal stop the mike before it gets to his face

Regal:
No, no, Coffee, please don’t retort and please don’t ask for another title shot. Believe me, the only thing worse than your accent is your wrestling.

~Oooooooh!” Before Kofi can even retort to that one, Regal switches his attention

Regal:
Now then – Mr. Black. I appreciate your ability and I admire your attitude. But if there is one thing you are wrong about, it is that you are not the ‘ladder to success’. You have barely been here for six months. From what I know, you’ve barely been wrestling for four years. I, on the other hand, have been wrestling longer than you have been alive. I have forgotten more holds than you’ll ever know.

~Regal points a finger at the not-backing-down Black

Regal:
If I were you, I would be wise and respect my elders. Because it is not you who holds the ladder to success here. It’s me.


Regal points to himself, but Black stays in his face and jabs a thumb at himself, only for Kofi Kinston to interrupt the two of them and state his case. The crowd is buzzing for what could equal a physical encounter…only for “CRASH” to be heard! It’s MICK FOLEY!! An outstanding pop for the man who should be fired later on tonight, who sticks around on the entrance stage with a mike in hand

Foley:
Now, I may be losing my job later on tonight, but that’s a ways away and I’m not rollin’ over for dead just yet. This is still partially my show!

~Big pop

Foley:
If there’s anything people know Mick Foley for, it’s getting fired and pushing the limits. Seeing as how one of those things is doomed to happen against my will at some point this evening, I suppose I’ll just have to make the other one happen.

~Another pop

Foley:
Because pushing limits is something we at AOW strive to do week in and week out. Part of that reason is because some people a little higher-up than me expect big things from this program. And Oblivion is riveting TV, even better than that big thing going on right now on every other channel. What do they call it? Right – the Olympic Games.

~A bit of heat, as the smarks know what that’s done to AOW’s expectations lately

Foley:
Now, I’m not slighting the Summer Olympics at all. I’m just saying that you watch Oblivion –

Black:
What the hell are you talking about?

~Instant heat for Black angrily interrupting the Hardcore Legend

Black:
I came out here to show all of you that it didn’t matter how I won last week, I’m the Dynasty Champion right now. But all that’s happened is I’ve gotten interrupted by a wannabe Rastafarian who I’ve beaten twice already and two old guys who don’t know when to shut up!

~Another great amount of heat

Foley:
How rude of me, Tyler Black. I didn’t mean to seem like I’m derailing you or anything. But all this talk about whether you won last week fairly and all this talk about accents got me thinking about the Olympics. But what really got me thinking…was all this talk about ladders.

~And the crowd starts buzzing incredibly, knowing Foley’s got something up his sleeve

Foley:
That’s why I’m enacting my final act as AOW Acting Commander. At Origins & Endings, Tyler Black you will be defending your AOW Dynasty Championship in the first ever Olympic Ladder Match!

~A big pop as Black’s face goes even angrier


Foley:
AOW has a lot to offer the world, and the world has offered so much to AOW. So I want all the world’s talent in it! The match will contain five participants, each one of them representing a different country!

~A buzz as Black’s expression doesn’t get any better, with Kingston actually smiling and Regal looking quite displeased

Foley:
So Tyler, take a look around. Because two of your opponents, representing England and Jamaica, are right there in the ring with you.

~Black turns to once again look at the two men who have interrupted his brag party

Foley:
This is AOW. If any of you want to be the ladder of success, you’re gonna have to climb it.


With that, Foley drops the microphone and heads backstage to a huge ovation, Black speechless and Regal pretty pissed. Kingston’s the only one who looks any kind of happy…AS BOTH REGAL AND KINGSTON JUMP THE NEW DYNASTY CHAMPION!! Black is getting a beatdown at the hands of two of his opponents at Origins & Endings, but once he’s down, they soon turn on each other. Regal bashes Kofi/Coffee so hard, he has to double over, allowing Regal to rebound off the ropes and GO FOR THE KNEE TREMBLER…KINGSTON NAILS A DROPKICK!!

Regal is dropkicked so hard, he flops out of the ring! Kofi is fired up now, beating his chest as the crowd roars. He turns around to see Tyler Black struggling to get to his feet…Kofi stalks…TROUBLE IN PARADISE…NO!! BLACK GRABS HIS TITLE AND DUCKS OUT OF THE RING IN THE NICK OF TIME! Black takes his gold and darts up the ramp, clutching his new strap close to him. All the distraught champion can do is see his biggest rival thunderclapping in the ring and making the championship taunt around his waist


Joey Styles:
An alarming announcement just made by the man who is still the Acting Commander, Mick Foley! There will be a five man ladder match for the AOW Dynasty Championship at Origins & Endings, with each participant representing a different country of the world!

JBL:
Stop talking. Just stop. We just heard that. We literally just heard Mick Foley say that an’ you have to repeat it like a damn parrot.

Joey Styles:
Well, repetition, John, it’s a basic psychological strategy to get people to remember something and perhaps if they didn’t hear, that they hear it.

JBL:
Excuses.

Joey Styles:
I’m glad you appreciate my style so much, John, but I think I appreciate Kofi Kingston’s style even more! A huge statement by Kingston here, taking out his enemies after it was announced he’d be representing Jamaica!

JBL:
Y’know what I think? I think this match is just Foley’s one last attempt to say ‘suck it’ to Paul Heyman. Heyman was justified in fairly giving William Regal the #1 contendership to the Dynasty title. But no, Foley had to do things his way!

Joey Styles:
That’s a great point partner and props to him for doing that.

JBL:
NO! No props, no kudos, no nothin’! This is even more downright insubordination!

Joey Styles:
Will you pipe down? If someone doesn’t see things your way, you just yell at them until you drown them out, don’t you?

JBL:
Damn right I do.

Joey Styles:
Such the politician. Well, that’s exactly what guys like Jamie Noble were talking about on the latest edition of the aohdubya.com Exclusives. Jamie Noble is indeed cashing in the title shot given to him at the end of the Offseason to face Danielson for the Cruiserweight Championship at Origins & Endings, doing so in the name of the spirit of competition.

JBL:
If there’s anybody who can put that spaghetti-legged clown in his place, it’s the Pitbull.

Joey Styles:
That may be, but coming up later tonight, the very man who made the Olympic Ladder Match will be on his last legs. Mick Foley’s ‘Termination Ceremony’, where no one can intervene, will be later on tonight. But coming up on the other side of the break, the biggest tag team match in AOW history where TWO huge matches on the Origins & Endings card will meet – Christian and Shawn Michaels take on Samoa Joe and Rob Van Dam. And that huge contest is NEXT!!



Quote:
***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Michaels
:
But then there was the darkness…

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

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

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

Michaels
:
He wishes to always be in the light…

Michaels hangs his head before he keeps walking…

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

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

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

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

Michaels
:
From dust…to dust…

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

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

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

Michaels
:
But my time…will never be up!

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





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

AUGUST 24th, 2008
Mellon Arena – Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

***

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


~Backstage, locker room

Samoa Joe is finishing dressing for his match when he notices someone else in the room. He seems interested as he approaches the other person…only tee that it’s his tag team partner Rob Van Dam, who gets a noticeable mixed reaction when he shows up. RVD’s demeanor hasn’t changed since last week, still going on like the old RVD, but he has a colder air to him


Joe:
Rob.

~Van Dam turns around to see Joe

RVD:
Oh, hey big guy. Must be nice to have that monkey off your back about the investigation thing, huh?

Joe:
What the hell is going on with you? You know how much jeopardy I put myself in just to help you get your title shot? And for what? For you to not tell me what you even wanted it back for? So you could bash Christian’s face in last week? You’re not acting like yourself at all.

~Van Dam seems annoyed

RVD
:
Dude, just drop it.

Joe:
No. No, I’m not gonna drop it. I’m not gonna drop it when we’re friends. You were the only guy in this locker room I could completely trust. And now, we’re supposed to have a tag team match and I don’t even know what you’re thinking.

RVD:
You wouldn’t understand.

Joe:
I wouldn’t understand? Big, dumb ol’ Samoa Joe wouldn’t understand that you used me?

~An armor piercing question, as Van Dam stands frozen for a moment

RVD
:
None of you understand. And trust me – there’s plenty more going on than anyone can help me with. That’s why I haven’t told you. And that’s why I won’t tell you. Just meet me out there and don’t screw up.

~Van Dam slams his locker shut and prepares to walk away, but he’s stopped by Joe grabbing his shoulder and FORCEFULLY turning him around

Joe:
You better watch your words carefully, Rob. Because the only thing worse than losing a friend…is gaining Samoa Joe as an enemy.

~RVD doesn’t look very afraid as he rips Joe’s hand off of him and makes his way back out the room as we fade away…


~Back at ringside…


Upon our return to ringside, “JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES” gives us one of the biggest pops of the night, as Christian Cage makes his first in-ring appearance since defending his title in a Last Man Standing match. His left eye looks messed up, however, after being thrown face-first into a monitor screen. Cage doesn’t exactly look happy about that, but he makes his way to the ring with no complaint like a fighting champion

Not long afterward, “SEXY BOY” hits for the first time since the start of the program, as Shawn Michaels makes his way down the aisle to a much more positive reaction than he did earlier. As a result, Michaels looks a great deal happier until he comes face to face with another rival in Christian

“MAMA SAID KNOCK YOU OUT” booms across the threshold now, as Samoa Joe comes out to compete for the first time in a while, his white towel hiding his head and showing off his sheer intimidation. He locks gazes with both Christian and Michaels before stepping in and waiting for his untrustworthy friend

“WALK” blares across the system now, giving rise to a large mixed reaction, but it’s mostly cheers, despite the actions of RVD the week before. Nonetheless, everything is amplified when Rob Van Dam comes through the curtain. Van Dam still hasn’t changed much, if anything about his character as he walks down to the ring other than the fact that he doesn’t point at himself as he is announced and he doesn’t acknowledge fans at all. All three men in the ring are staring him down, which he simply shrugs at, before climbing through the ropes.


MAIN EVENT
AOW World Heavyweight Champion Christian Cage & Shawn Michaels
v.
Rob Van Dam & Samoa Joe


The story of the match, as one would imagine, is the incredible amount of distrust between all the parties involved – Christian and Michaels have had their well-documented difficulties in the past, while Joe and RVD’s previous understanding and friendship is called into jeopardy almost immediately. Even after RVD begins for his team, when Joe is tagged in, he refuses to tag in RVD for a while due to lack of both respect and trust, but the newly-heeled RVD doesn’t’ see anything wrong with that.

On the other side, Michaels and Cage seem to set their differences aside quicker than Van Dam and Joe, tagging in and out somewhat effectively, if aggressively. The two prefer to slap and chop one another rather than tag the other’s hand as they work on RVD, with Christian more than happy to get some revenge for last week. When Van Dam finally tags out again to Joe, Shawn Michaels is tagged in, setting the stage for the two men who announced their differences at the top of the broadcast to finally meet in a sanctioned contest.

The crowd buzzes immensely as both men stare one another down and get in each other’s faces, mirroring just what they did earlier in the night. Both men are stonefaced…until Michaels NAILS A RIGHT HAND INTO THE FACE OF JOE!! This sends the Samoan Hitman reeling, but he bounces off the ropes and nails Michaels with a right hand of his own, which sends Michaels packpedaling into the ropes and rebounding back to Joe as well…but Joe puts Michaels on his shoulders AGAIN LOOKING FOR THE ISLAND DRIVER…BUT MICHAELS WRIGGLES OFF, backing once more into his corner, and slapping Christian across the chest to make him the legal man.

Joe and Christian go back and forth with one another, each one nailing the other with huge moves in order to keep the other down. The two stay in there for a while due to a combination of not letting the other tag out and not trusting their partners. But after several minutes of action, both then collide with DOUBLE CLOTHESLINES, forcing them to seek shelter in their corners…BUT JOE REFUES TO CRAWL AND TAG! Christian, not really paying attention to his corner, seems to think of only wanting to cut Joe off…AND CHRISTIAN JUMPS AND KNOCKS RVD OFF THE APRON, BOTH MEN TUMBLING TO THE FLOOR!

This breaks the floodgates completely open now, as Shawn Michaels and Samoa Joe are brawling while Christian and RVD are killing each other!! Referee Ray Ramsey can barely control the action, but these two feuds are just going at one another! Christian repeatedly BASHES Van Dam’s face against the announce table (and periodically breaks the referee’s count), while Michaels and Joe can’t get the upper hand on the other as they smash each other’s heads off of the turnbuckles and their own knuckles. Christian tries to whip Van Dam into the barricade, but RVD reverses it and SENDS CHRISTIAN SPINE-FIRST INTO THE GUARD RAIL INSTEAD!

Michaels and Joe keep brawling in the ring, but Van Dam looks to creep in and interrupt them…only for Michaels to look over and see him and surprise him with SWEET CHIN MUSIC!!! OH MY!! Van Dam goes down like a stone, but the momentary distraction allows Joe to grab Michaels and LOOK FOR THE CLUTCH…NO!! Michaels fights out of the grip by holding onto the nearby ropes, forcing Joe off of him. Joe rolls to his feet and charges at Michaels one more time…SWEET CHIN MUSIC TO SAMOA JOE!! FINALLY, JOE EATS MICHAELS’ FINISHING MOVE!!

The crowd isn’t showering any mixed reaction, Michaels getting big pops and getting fired up! Michaels looks to grab Joe, who is knocked out in what was his corner, but he catches a Canadian in the corner of his eye coming back into the ring. Christian grabs Michaels and almost PUSHES him back into the corner so he can end things, but Michaels pushes back, creating some space…AND BEHEADS CHRISTIAN WITH A SUPERKICK AS WELL!! EVERY MAN IN THE MATCH IS DECKED WITH SWEET CHIN MUSIC!!

The on-fire Michaels keeps flailing in passion before leaving the scene, heading right back up the entrance ramp, completely satisfied with his handiwork. The camera following him picks up him saying “I’m ready for you, Joe! But you’re not ready for me!” As Shawn Michaels ‘leaves the building’, all we’re left with is bodies strung out in the ring…until what looks like Rob Van Dam in back in his corner grabbing a tag rope and TAGGING THE KO’D CARCASS OF SAMOA JOE, becoming the legal man. Van Dam climbs to the top rope, looming over the body of Christian Cage, center ring…FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH!! Through all the anarchy, there was still a match!! Van Dam covers – 1…2…3…!!!

Winners: Rob Van Dam & Samoa Joe at (16:31)

For the first time since becoming AOW World Heavyweight Champion, Christian Cage is defeated!! Van Dam rolls off of Christian’s body and has his arm raised, the crowd once again throwing a very pronounced mixed reaction


Joey Styles:
I do believe, ladies and gentlemen, that that is the first time Christian Cage has been defeated since winning the AOW World Heavyweight Championship! Rob Van Dam has left his mark on the AOW title!

JBL:
If this new attitude Robbie V can do that in a couple of weeks, then he’ll make the biggest mark on the AOW title one can make – changin’ the nameplate on it!

Joey Styles:
Christian Cage went in guns blazing on RVD, showing him a little bit of vengeance after that horrific sneak attack last week, but in the end, chaos reigned and things got out of hand spectacularly!

JBL:
That’s what AOW does best, Joey. Make a bunch of chaos! An’ the best players get through that chaos are the ones that will make their mark in history. Rob Van Dam is poised for greatness!

Joey Styles:
Somehow, despite essentially turning on these fans last week, Rob Van Dam is surprisingly getting lots of support…? I have no clue what’s going on there, but despite all that, we saw exactly what we thought we’d see – two of our main events at Origins & Endings breaking down into all out fights! If this is a preview of anything we’re gonna see in those matches, then I want’em right now!

JBL:
But too bad Mick Foley won’t be there to see’em! Haha!

Joey Styles:
*Sigh* Coming up next on the other side of the break, our actual ‘main attraction’ of the evening or rather what Paul Heyman wants me to bill as the ‘main attraction’ of the evening – Mick Foley’s ‘Termination Ceremony’. That’s up next.




**COMMERCIAL BREAK**


We return to Oblivion with the crowd already roaring. Mick Foley is in the center of the ring and driving the fans into a frenzy, all kinds of chants directed at him. Joey and JBL tell us they’ve been chanting multiple things at Foley all through the break, “Foley is GOD” being the most prevalent.

But that comes to a screeching halt when “POMP & PAUL” hits the fray to an odd debut. The grungy tune has a bit of a business air to it, making it a perfect leitmotif for the one and only Paul Heyman, who gets a monster amount of heat. He doesn’t seem to mind at all. Instead, he has an enormous smirk across his walrus face. He makes his way to the ring with a microphone, never once dropping his smile. Noticeably, Foley doesn’t have a microphone, probably intentional on Heyman’s part…


Heyman:
I’ve waited for this day since the moment I made the very un-Heyman like decision to hire this fuzzy bastard in the first place.


Cheap heat

Heyman:
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this historical event, live, right here, in Manhattan, New York!


Heyman looks dead at the camera and gives a thumbs up, getting tons of heat for mocking Foley’s ‘cheap pop’

Heyman:
When I first picked up the clay that would become this company, I had a vision and I wanted to mold this place into that. That vision partially came true. It was a vision involving men facing off through the spirit of competition. But that spirit slowly disintegrated into pure, unadultured greed.


Heyman closes a fist to illustrate

Heyman:
And each and every one of you vocally ungrateful people has one man to blame for that – Mick Foley.


The crowd boos as Heyman jabs a pointer finger at Mick

Heyman:
No, no, do not hate the vessel of truth because you cannot handle the truth. Foley, I was going to make this short and sweet so I could fire you and get you off of my mind, heart, and payroll as quickly as I possibly could…but then I remembered something – I’m Paul Heyman. Speaking until I make you want to grate your ears is kind of my thing.


Heyman’s weasel grin starts beaming once more, but it slowly disappears when the crowd starts a “YOU SUCK” chant. Foley begins to smirk now, but Heyman cuts it off

Heyman:
Mick Foley, when I first brought you into this company, I was doing so as a very faithful friend. You and I had known each other for many, many years and there were still some things I had to settle with the development of this company. So while I was away handling those things, I gave you the reins of power in order so that you may do my job while I was gone.


Heyman starts walking around the ring a little

Heyman:
But when I came back, not only had my show been taken over by the Worthy Legion, but they had done so by virtually usurping you of the very authority I so blindly gave to you. And because of your negligence, because of your incompetency, I was put through a table and subsequently stuck in a wheelchair!! A FREAKIN’ WHEELCHAIR!!


And the Hammerstein ignites with both laughter and cheers

Heyman:
Oh, you sick bastards liked that, huh?


Damn right they do as the pop gets even louder

Heyman:
And do you know why you cheer for that? Because I made you cheer for it! I have conditioned all of you to want, crave, and need violence just that much more because I gave you all ECW. I was the original man who pushed the envelope. I gave you mutants a home! So you can stop cheering for my pain, booing who I am, and telling me I suck because from where I’m standing, you all should be calling me DADDY!


The masterful Heyman elicits a DOWNPOUR of heat


Heyman:
And Mick, you should be joining them. But then again, you haven’t done anything I’ve told you to do so far in AOW, have you? Oh no. When I told you to get a handle on things, you went and brought back a man who was permanently taken out of my company. I took matters into my own hands, but then you gave that same man, a man who sent me a death threat, the right to win my AOW World Heavyweight Championship!!


Another pop, this time followed by a small “CHRISTIAN CAGE” chant

Heyman:
Oh, but that was nothing compared to what you did two weeks ago. Your downright stupidity caused so much disarray, that now two men who had punishments and restrictions placed on them have been promptly absolved as if nothing were wrong. But lying in order to protect the two of them is exactly why you’re here right now.


Heyman’s eyes go from frustrated to madly happy

Heyman:
So it is at this time I gleefully inform you, Mick Foley, that the only thing I have to say to you are the two words I’ve wanted to say to you since your Cactus Jack days and I will do it in a way that you have become accustomed to over your piss stain of a career
(Vince McMahon impersonation) – YOOOOUU’RE FIII –



**KING OF MY WORLD**


What…? What the hell is this? The person who would have inevitably interrupted this firing, of all people is…CHRIS JERICHO?? Jericho returns to AOW TV for the first time since losing to Christian Cage at the top of the month. Jericho is back in his expensive three-piece suit, however his eyes still have a twinge of madness to them. The heat is otherworldly for this. Heyman is initially stunned that someone had the balls to interrupt him, but that slowly turns into an evil smile as Jericho steps in with a microphone


Heyman:
Oh this is absolutely perfect! Not only do I get to fire one of the men I hate with every fiber of my being, but I get to fire two of them, you Chris Jericho, for interrupting my -


Jericho SLAPS Heyman’s microphone out of his hand!

Jericho:
You will not talk in my presence.


There’s a different twinge in Jericho’s voice and it’s a bit disturbing. His voice returns to his Worthy Man done not long afterward.

Jericho:
I had a vision when this company first started, too, Heyman. But mine came true. I had a vision to become the most powerful, feared man in all of professional wrestling. And it succeeded.


Heat for the mention of Jericho’s dominance

Jericho:
And I planned on becoming the very lifeblood of this very company. I succeeded in that too. I became the first ever AOW World Heavyweight Champion and I carried this company on my back. So no, Heyman, you may have gathered the clay, but only a god can breathe life into that rock and bring it to life. And that god was me.


Immense heat for Jericho still thinking he’s a ‘God of Gods’

Jericho:
I was a Worthy Man. But that was brought to a screeching halt a few weeks ago when a certain special guest referee screwed me out of my rematch for my AOW title.


Jericho turns around to look eye-to-eye with Mick Foley

Jericho:
But that was just the cherry on top of our relationship…wasn’t it, Mick Foley? You’ve wanted me dead and done since the first day, haven’t you? For nearly an entire year, you’ve made it your mission to make sure I didn’t get what I wanted. And you got that chance when you made yourself the guest referee in that Last Man Standing match.


Jericho slowly approaches Foley

Jericho:
I don’t care how badly you’ve broken any laws, you’re not fired until I have my say. I want to crush you with the might only I deliver. I want your fate in my hands, not his.


Jericho is all up in Foley’s face, who we can see just wants to smite Jericho with all his might. As the crowd buzzes, We hear a fit of sarcastic laughter from Heyman, who has evidently recovered his mike

Heyman:
Well that’s just too. Damn. Bad.


Heat


Heyman:
I warned everyone in that locker room that no one was to interrupt me here tonight without a form of massive consequence. And seeing as how you, Chris Jericho, are one of the only men in the entire world who I hate almost as much as Mick Foley, I am fully prepared to terminate you right here and now. So no, his fate will not be in your hands, but both of your fates will gloriously be in mine.


Heyman’s shit eating grin is runnin’ wild, but Jericho is completely unfazed

Jericho:
Tell me, Paul – how’s your wallet doing?


…and just like that, Heyman’s grin dissolves

Jericho:
It’s a funny thing about ‘visions’, isn’t it, Paul? Remember, it was I who had the idea for this company in the first place. You are just the man at the helm. I know everything there is to know about this company. I have a hand in every last cookie jar that has to do with AOW.


Jericho starts walking around Heyman now, like a shark circling its prey…

Jericho:
So we can talk about ‘visions’ all we want, but the fact of the matter is none of us – not you, not Foley, and certainly not I – had a vision for this company to be…what’s a professional way to put this – ‘financially lacking’.


“Ooooh…”

Jericho:
But since you’re so proudly touting that you’re the owner of this company, that’s not my department. That’s not even Mick’s department. That falls squarely on your shoulders.


Jericho’s circling predator stroll sees him end up directly behind Heyman and looming over his shoulders, which also gives him a clear view of Mick Foley

Jericho:
If you actually wanted to be a good businessman for once, you’d make a smart business decision. Pay-Per-Views are where the money is, Paul. And you need big matches. You need big money matches. So even if you don’t like me and if you don’t like this joke a wrestler in the ring with me, one thing is for certain – these tapeworms of fans want to see the year-long conclusion to the rivalry of Chris Jericho, the Worthy Man, in the ring with Mick Foley, the so-called ‘Hardcore Legend’.


And A HUGE pop for yet ANOTHER huge match proposition tonight

Jericho:
So even though I may have fallen short in my last attempt to save this company, I firmly believe that there is more than one way to rule the world. I can save it from outright extinction. If you just let me at the throat of that miscreant, not only will you not have him to worry about…but your bank account as well.


The magnificent bastard that is Chris Jericho concludes his case by staring Heyman in the eye, already knowing he’s pulled all the puppet strings necessary

Heyman:
The slimy, manipulative snake of a devil finally shows his horns.


Jericho:
Are you jealous because mine are bigger?


Almost as quickly as he opened his mouth, Heyman is shut down yet again. Heyman’s face turns red and signifies he’s more than had enough

Heyman:
Fine. Have it your way. At Origins & Endings, it will be Chris Jericho going one-on-one with Mick Foley.


Jericho smirks and even the forced silent Foley smirks as the crowd LOSES THEIR MINDS at the match confirmation

Heyman:
On one condition.


…but that all comes screeching to a halt, the crowd buzzing for Heyman’s one term…

Heyman:
Whoever loses that match…loses their job.


The crowd reels from this new announcement, but Jericho doesn't seem to let it faze him. Foley, meanwhile, shakes his head

Jericho:
Get ready, Foley. Because you will know what it feels like to have –


AND FOLEY STUNS JERICHO WITH A HARD RIGHT HAND!! FOLEY DECKS JERICHO RIGHT IN THE JAW!! Jericho is rattled and drops to the canvas, Heyman getting the hell out of there while he still can. Foley continues to pummel Jericho, and the crowd is buzzing considerably. We see why in just a second when ALEX RILEY bursts into the ring through the crowd and THROWS Foley off of Jericho’s body!

Riley starts laying boots into the guts of the defenseless Foley, the crowd unleashing a whole new batch of heat for Jericho’s apparent accomplice. Jericho shakes the pain out of his jaw before his lips slip into the strategist smirk they’re more comfortable in. The Worthy Man soon joins Riley in pounding Foley while he’s down, the crowd absolutely shitting on the delinquent duo

Riley, who is also in a three piece suit, takes Foley by the hair and holds him up at Jericho’s request. Jericho then rips off his tie and his jacket and gets real close to Foley’s face, telling him something that we can’t hear. The only thing we know is that there had to have been some genuine venom behind it because Jericho is seething, his eyes almost becoming complete with madness…BUT THEN FOLEY SLAPS JERICHO AWAY!! Foley isn’t going without a fight! He throws several elbows behind him to ward off Riley before LUNGING at Jericho AND THE TWO GO AT IT!

Jericho and Foley throw blows back and forth until Alex Riley BASHES FOLEY FROM BEHIND AGAIN…BUT NOW FOLEY STARTS LAYING WASTE TO RILEY!! The brash and arrogant youngster is taken aback by Foley’s onslaught…until Foley is suddenly thrown atop Riley’s shoulders…FINAL SCORE!! RILEY NAILS THE TKO!! A MAJOR BLOW TO THE HARDCORE LEGEND!!

Foley was not permitted to talk, but Riley invites him to crumple in pain! With that well timed move, Jericho and Riley both peer down on Finlay with deviously smug looks. Jericho rips off his coat and looms over the battered body of Foley…AND LOCKS HIM IN THE WALLS OF JERICHO!! The crowd throws another incredible round of heat at the man who just keeps drawing more and more boos. Jericho pulls back, all the muscles in Foley’s legs and back ripping apart to the Worthy Man’s pleasure. It stays that way for a moment until Jericho throws down Foley’s lifeless legs, extending his arms in the crucifix pose.

The final image we get on this edition of Oblivion is a tattered legend whose career is potentially no longer in his hands, a young upstart who has found brainwashing company, and the divine pose of one Worthy Man who has returned to his place atop the power pyramid as we

Fade…

To…

Black…

END SHOW






ORIGINS & ENDINGS
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania – Mellon Arena
August 24, 2008
*Current Card*


TRIPLE MAIN EVENT

~AOW World Heavyweight Championship~
Christian Cage(c) v. Rob Van Dam

~Grudge Match~
!!For the First Time Ever!!
Samoa Joe v. Shawn Michaels

~Grudge Match~
*Loser Gets Fired*
Chris Jericho v. Mick Foley


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~Olympic Ladder Match for the AOW Dynasty Championship~
Tyler Black(c) v. William Regal v. Kofi Kingston v. ??? v. ???


~AOW Cruiserweight Championship~
Bryan Danielson(c) v. Jamie Noble



Hopefully won't be too long of a gap between posts, but real life keeps throwing me shit, so we'll see. Hope all don't hate me 'til then and support those bookers who are still around
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So I figured I haven’t left any feedback in this thread in a LONG time, and since this is the last full show in awhile, I might as well give something. I must admit I haven’t followed the threads as well as I should have as you’ve been posting, but as of now, I’ve officially caught up on every little post in this thing. And I must say, at this point in time, wow. I don’t think I previously realised just how good this thread is. You deserve all the plaudits you get because your writing is top notch, and the creativity and character development in this thread are second to none. Kudos to you, but enough ass kissing now...

First off, with the exclusives... I really dig what you’ve done with Jamie Noble pretty much starting from that first match he had with Christian. You turned what everybody thought would be a cookie cutter title defence and booked a great angle. Of course he’s taken a step back in the past few weeks, but I’m glad you had him just straight out challenge Danielson. The idea of no mind games suits his character to a tee, and is a nice change of pace due to everything else going on.

I can’t take rapping characters seriously, I just can’t. With that being said though, this was a decent intro for a new tag team. I really dig the team name, and they’ve automatically got a feud with DAT MUSCLE. Good booking.

Creativity, creativity, creativity. This DAT MUSCLE tag team whilst probably not going to be a HUGE deal in the scheme of things, is fucking AWESOME. I dig it. And the use of The Miz as that wanna’ be guy is perfect as well. The task Miz had to perform was hilarious, and I liked the mention of the numbers game. Again, you’ve set the scene well...

I’ll get onto the actual show now...

There came a time in the section, and I was probably one of the main culprits, where the whole ‘taped segment’ before the show was a little over used. It should only be used for BIG TIME moments, and the firing of Mick Foley is definitely that. I loved the way it was used to set the scene for later on, with Heyman issuing a warning. Great start.

Opening the actual show with Shawn Michaels is definitely something I didn’t expect. As you had Michaels mention, nobody has really been thinking about him recently. I enjoy the way you’ve used his ‘selfish’ ways against him in this thread, has been brilliant to read. HBK calling out Samoa Joe was a shock as well, and really would have created that big time moment. If I’m honest, I know Heyman is distracted with his Foley business, but I still don’t think Joe should have just been able to walk down the ramp as if he was a normal wrestler after the past couple of weeks. The promo went along pretty smoothly, and the revealing of Heyman being the guy who tried to take Joe out makes sense. Although I felt as if the angle was belittled a little by the match made at Origins and Endings. Joe should have been PISSED, but instead he just stayed into the ring and continued to talk to Michaels? I didn’t like that all. And when he did talk, he didn’t say anything about Heyman? After the venom he was spitting the past couple of weeks, I feel this makes no sense. On the other side of the coin though, HBK’s reasoning for revealing the information to Joe was good, and the match is made. The little scuffle at the end was a nice touch as well, and whilst I felt the opening promo was a little hit and miss, it was still an EXCITING start... And you’ve just made the card for Origins and Endings look even better.

And one thing I love about this thread and reading your shows is that there’s never a dull moment. The ninety minutes is always action packed and there was no difference here. The tag team title match was great to read with a lot of false finishes. The Mercenaries who are clearly the number one faction in the company get the win, yet there was a lot of interference which makes me think this might not be over. Either way, was a very fun match to read.

Mercenaries interview after the match wasn’t bad. I feel like it might be the start of an epic reign, as Regal especially really made an emphatic statement here, solid stuff.

A squash match in this thread? Definitely not expected, but I guess you can’t help but have one here or there. Either way, a smart match to make your new Dynast champion Tyler Black look like a million bucks.

Black’s bit on the mic was nothing new, but I quite enjoy his character and his morals so I didn’t mind it at all. Kingston making an appearance was a little unexpected, but it was clever to play on their history. Obviously Regal being the current number one contender makes an appearance as well. I thought it was smart how Foley mentioned he would be getting fired later. If you didn’t mention it here, I would have judged you harshly. The Olympic match seems like a way to just get five guys on the PPV, but it should be a nice little spot fest. Also, love how the commentators mentioned that this could have just been Foley getting one last dig at Heyman, who named Regal as the number one contender. I didn’t even think of that initially, smart booking man.

Kind of hoping this feedback will somehow give you the motivation to not recap everything up until Origins and Endings

I really enjoyed this segment between Joe and RVD. Plays on everything that took place last week, whilst also putting an emphasis on RVD’s new character. RVD’s transformation has been amazing to read so far, and whilst I’m on the topic, that promo where he turned last week was GOLD. Anyway, I felt this segment was needed before the two ‘friends’ tagged together.

Big time main event to, definitely not one to be frowned upon. I must say I’m quite happy you didn’t give Michaels/Joe too much in ring time together. The match at the PPV needs to be a one off. Anarchy breaking loose was to be expected, and whilst not making the champion look weak, a big win for Van Dam here. Awesome main event really.

at Heyman mocking Foley’s cheap pop at the beginning of this segment. He’s such a prick. Thr rest of Heyman’s bit on the mic was brilliant. From the ECW stuff, to him loving to talk, to him blaming Foley for the Worthy Legion... Brilliant stuff all round. The LAST person I expected to interrupt this was Chris Jericho. Wow. What a shock. So Jericho continues to sound kind of creepy, every since he’s been calling himself a god there has been an eeriness about him, and I LOVE it. Everything he said here makes sense too, and it makes sense for him to want a piece of Foley. Heyman trying to be arrogant, but Jericho completely owning him was great as well. I loved the blur of the line stuff here, with Jericho mentioning the behind the scenes stuff. Another epic match made for Origins and Endings... And as much as I’m not sure the brawl afterward was necessary, considering Joe/Michaels confrontation ended in one earlier, I must say, this segment was top notch. And as for most of the thread... Chris Jericho is written AMAZINGLY well. Great ending.

I kissed your ass so much here, that I will probably never forget the taste. But you deserve it. Writing, booking, creativity, everything was brilliant. Fun show to read, can’t wait for more... King.
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Can't thank you enough for the kind words, Stojy. But not even your musings can give me enough gusto to write out every show 'til August.

So here's the thing - this isn't so much of an 'August recap' as much as it is a preview that tells you what happened in August in context (a terribly written preview, but a preview nonetheless). Still a couple things to add to the PPV, but there's only one match left, so hopefully not too much waiting.

Here you go



~AOW AUGUST RECAP & ORIGIN & ENDINGS PREVIEW~




“If you’re not the real you, then you have no chance at beating me. And if you don’t beat me, Rob, then you’ll never get another shot at being yourself ever again.”


~AOW World Heavyweight Championship~
Christian Cage(c) v. Rob Van Dam


The AOW World Heavyweight Championship is the most prestigious Medal of Honor any warrior could ever hope to be bestowed. But for two men, that important golden strap comes at the cost of two things – faith and identity. Only one man can hold the highest prize in AOW and keep them, while the other is doomed to be nothing like his former self and not believe the same things again.

Christian Cage has stated time and again that he’s not sure if he’s the man for the job. After completing the heroic journey and conquering Chris Jericho for the title, Christian spent the Offseason filling himself with doubt. He failed to outright defeat Jamie Noble in his first title defense, being forced into a draw. From that moment on, Christian took a psychological pounding – does he deserve the AOW Championship? Does he have the right to end other men’s dreams who are the same as his? Can he be the ‘savior’ he promised he’d be and live up to the hype?

Cage answered some of these questions when he defeated Noble successfully and then defeated Chris Jericho a second time in a Last Man Standing match. It was then that Christian regained faith in himself – until just a short while later.

Rob Van Dam spent most of AOW Season I as a lovable loser, losing title shot after title shot before having a complete mental breakdown and losing his very identity. We thought he’d gained it back after defeating Finlay in an Unsanctioned match, but the Van Dam character was still empty because by decree of an earlier stipulation, he could not challenge for any Championship in AOW.

Fast forward to the July 16th edition of Oblivion, where Van Dam pulled all kinds of strings to pull off a heroic, Chris Jericho-like precision plan. Using Paul Heyman’s paranoia of Samoa Joe, Van Dam slipped into the main event and got himself an iron-clad, unblockable title shot at Origins & Endings by defeating Finlay and Shawn Michaels. Once again a hero, Van Dam was on top of the world and of the fans’ world once again.

But the next week, Van Dam would reveal his motives for returning – to SPITE the fans. Van Dam claimed that what he did was for him and that the fans turned their backs on him, forcing him to take an even deeper look at himself. Van Dam capped this new ideology off by throwing Christian through a television monitor.

On the August 6th edition of Oblivion, Christian and Van Dam met for a one-man contract signing, as Van Dam had signed his half of the match-confirming contract long ago. Before Christian signed on the dotted line, he proclaimed that while Van Dam had found a ‘new’ self, if the old one didn’t show up, he’d never beat Christian. The reason why was because this Van Dam was wrong – he was warped. Christian cemented this idea when the crowd started cheering for RVD at Christian’s behest. “Nobody wants to boo you, Rob.” Christian said he wanted to face the Rob Van Dam that had faith in himself as well as the people – the one who could truly make Christian doubt himself.

Van Dam replied to this the next week by mocking the ‘Man on the Moon’ character and saying that anyone who related to Christian was full of shit. Christian responded to this later that night when he took on the reigning Cruiserweight Champion, Bryan Danielson. It took over twenty minutes for Christian to record the winning fall, only for Van Dam to show up – and eat a spear. Cage would tell Van Dam that these people ‘were never wrong’. That if ‘RVD is still AOW, you’d better find the real you and fast. Because Rob, after what you’ve done, do you really think you’re ever gonna get another title shot?’

Now, with Christian begging, almost pleading, for Van Dam’s true colors to show and to really give him the test he needs, these two men are set on a collision course. One that transcends that of just about what’s going on in the ring, but in both of these men’s heads. Two men who have had similar journeys in AOW, only to wind up on the opposite sides of the coin. Whoever wins will be a man who regains his faith, affirms his identity, and confirms to all that he deserves it.






“How can you plan for a man who doesn’t even know what he’s gonna do next...?”

~War Rules~
*Loser Gets Fired*
Chris Jericho v. Mick Foley


While one of the main events of the evening is based around faith, another based around honor, there’s matches like this that are based around one thing and one thing only – pure, unbridled, unconditional hatred. Chris Jericho and Mick Foley have careers that span decades and have met numerous times, but none will be as brutal as the bloodshed expected when the Hardcore Legend and the Worthy Man finally clash in AOW.

For the entire first Season of Art of War Wrestling, Chris Jericho ruled the land with an iron fist. With Paul Heyman repeatedly out of the picture or inadvertently fueling the fire of the Worthy Legion and the likes of Rob Van Dam, Christian Cage, and Shawn Michaels all being taken out of the title picture, the only man who stood in the ‘God of Gods’ way was Acting Commander Mick Foley.

When Michaels’ career was thought to be over, there was no one left for Jericho to topple; all the dominoes had fallen. But that was until Foley rallied the troops and wound together Team AOW, which was headlined by Foley using all the power he had to bring Christian Cage out of exile. It was also Foley who unveiled another AOW Original – the War Chamber, the match which spelled the end of the Worthy Legion.

It was also Foley who named Christian Cage the #1 contender for the AOW Championship at The Outer Limits, which Cage ultimately went on to win. It was Foley who made amends between AOW and the network heads. It was Foley who refereed the Last Man Standing match that was Jericho’s last chance to regain the gold he was obsessed with.

So even through all the contenders and matches, Chris Jericho’s #1 nemesis has always been not Shawn Michaels, not Christian Cage…but Mick Foley. On the July 30th edition of Oblivion, we saw just how deeply rooted Jericho’s hatred of Foley ran. In the middle of Foley’s extremely ceremonial firing by Paul Heyman, it was Chris Jericho of all people who interrupted it, verbally manhandled Heyman, and essentially cornered the AOW Chairman into a corner to give Jericho the very match he wanted.

It was there that we saw just how much Jericho hated Foley. It wasn’t even from the beatdown with the assistance of Alex Riley. It was from the stipulation that Jericho would put his entire career on the line to make sure Foley lost his. In the weeks that followed, Jericho would go on some of his infamous cold-hearted and deconstructive speeches, dissecting Mick Foley’s psyche, and breaking him apart piece by piece because he claimed to ‘know Foley better than he knows himself’. He also called Foley an ‘eternal coward’ for not coming out and stopping him when in reality, it was revealed that Heyman was preventing Foley from even showing up at events.

On the take-home show, Jericho tried something different. He had his official apprentice, Alex Riley, bring him artifacts of Foley’s alter egos – some tye-dye wristbands from Dude Love, a Cactus Jack t-shirt, and the iconic Mankind mask. Jericho then proceeded to dump the items in a garbage pan and set them on fire, proclaiming that these ‘false identities’ should show just how much of a sham Foley’s career was and should be right where everyone’s opinions of him should be – ‘in the garbage’.

As the items burned, Jericho was assaulted from behind by Mick Foley, who had somehow gotten into the arena. Jericho sacrificed Riley to Foley, who promptly gave the youngster a double underhook DDT. It was Foley’s turn to verbally destroy Jericho, telling Chris that he was a ‘false identity’ with his whole ‘god’ business. Foley then pointed to the crowd, where there were several, if not dozens of, “FOLEY IS GOD” signs.

Foley then explained that it was he that was a god to these people, not Jericho. That Mick Foley was a Hardcore God. It was then that Foley announced that he would show Jericho true divine might when he confirmed that their match had a stipulation – it would be under hardcore, War Rules. Jericho, never one to look terrified, accepted the conditions upon wanting to prove Foley as the ultimate phony. But Foley had the last, crazy laugh when he let it be known that for all the time Jericho thought he knew everyone’s every move, it was Foley who knew Jericho the best. He then pulled his charred objects out of the garbage, asking Jericho the chilling question of “how can you know a man who never thinks like himself…? How can you plan for a man who doesn’t even know what he’s gonna do next...?”

Now, the stage is set for the near year-long hatred of these two powers to do away with each other. When all is said and done, who will be left standing…and which ‘god’ will be shattered?






“You may be undefeated, but I’m untouchable!”


~For the First Time Ever~
Shawn Michaels v. Samoa Joe


Art of War Wrestling was built on the dreams of several men in the wrestling business. But even as successful as AOW has become, one advantage other promotions have over it is that AOW has never had many ‘dream matches’, if any at all.

Until now.

Several months ago, Samoa Joe made it his personal mission to expel all the ‘scum’ from AOW. It was then that he and Shawn Michaels met in the ring for the first real time. Joe hit Michaels with an Island Driver and from then on, Joe would not stop until evil was eradicated from the company. After driving out the Worthy Legion (with a little help from Christian), Joe only had two names left on his hitlist – Paul Heyman and Shawn Michaels.

Shawn Michaels, as religious a man as he is, has committed many sins in his life and he’s been paying for them in AOW. Selling his soul to Heyman for his job back, Michaels has essentially been Heyman’s puppet for all of 2008. Michaels’s incredibly selfish motives have gotten him the same rep he had in other companies – that in the end, Shawn Michaels would only care about himself. The punished Michaels was paying for it, offered no freedom by Heyman unless he was wrestling.

But with Joe breathing down the neck of Paul Heyman, the Chairman did something dire – he hired the Mercenaries to take Joe out of the Dynasty Tournament. With Joe spewing venom week after week trying to figure out who took him out, Heyman used this as an excuse to suspend Joe, a decision which came back to haunt the Chairman when Joe stormed the Bastille to help RVD get his title shot.

It was Shawn Michaels who finally confirmed the worst-kept secret in the whole company that Heyman screwed Joe, which Joe responded to surprisingly calm. But it didn’t take long for Michaels to express his desire to face Samoa Joe, one on one, for the very first time. Joe shared this sentiment and accepted Michaels’s proposal, setting in motion AOW’s first genuine ‘dream match’.

…but like most things in AOW, the looks on the surface are just the beginning. While Joe’s intentions were pretty straightforward – get rid of Michaels, get to Heyman – it was Shawn Michaels’s motives which were, like always, shrouded in mystery. Overly confident on the outside, may people speculated that it was something more. While not one was quite sure, Michaels cut an incredibly energetic promo on the August 13th Oblivion in which he called himself “untouchable”, vowing to take Joe to lengths he’d never gone before.

On the take home show, it was Samoa Joe’s turn to respond. Joe claimed that his undefeated streak wasn’t what was important to him. What was important was beating Shawn Michaels at his own game. Not stealing the show, but becoming the best big time match wrestler on the roster. What Joe didn’t take to heart was just winning, but winning when it mattered. He also welcomed Michaels pushing him, making an oath to not go after Michaels’s infamous back injury so Joe could ‘kill him slowly’.

That was all HBK wanted to hear, who revealed himself to be one of the cameramen standing at ringside and ambushed Joe, hitting him with Sweet Chin Music onto the announce table and putting Joe right through it with an elbow drop from the top rope.

Now, the stage is set for perhaps the most intriguing match in AOW history; a main event not drenched in story and psychology, but merely of two men being exactly who they are and meeting each other for the very first time. But like all big names, only one can be the biggest. The One Man Army and the Heart Break Kid square off in what should be genuine clash of wrestling titans. It’s the Showstopper vs. The Streak, but only one will prevail.






“Pitbulls don’t give up.”
“And dragons don’t hold back.”


~AOW Cruiserweight Champion~
Bryan Danielson(c) v. Jamie Noble


In the first year of AOW, the company has become synonymous with twists, turns, playing with reality and fiction, philosophy, psychology, morality, and the general hierarchy and mentality of war. What got lost in the shuffle of all those metaphysical concepts is what the company was founded on – the spirit of competition and the art of wrestling. But two men have dedicated themselves to reviving that idea and put gold in the balance.

For Jamie Noble, the man who threw the gauntlet down, this is nothing more than what he’s done his entire stay in AOW. While never being a very prominent player in any regard in the young federation, he had notable clashes with Aero Star in the first Season. But in the Offseason, Noble truly shined, dueling new AOW World Champion Christian Cage to a thirty minute draw. This opened many people’s eyes to just what exactly Jamie Noble was capable of and if he was to get more of a look in the new season.

On the other side, Bryan Danielson actually has been one of the most prominent figures in AOW. Winning the Cruiserweight Championship in September of last year, Danielson has survived duels with Gregory Helms that not only defined the American Dragon’s legacy in AOW, but also made him synonymous with the Cruiserweight Championship itself. Going toe to toe with Chris Jericho on numerous fronts, including inside the War Chamber, only aided in this cementing.

Following Noble earning a title shot for any belt he wished, he chose to go after Danielson and his irongrip on the Cruiserweight title. In the weeks that followed, we were treated to a true ‘honor’ system – no man hit the other from behind and neither man seemed to even talk trash about his opponent. Both men just wanted to face each other for one purpose – because they were there and because that’s what they were there for.

But just because neither man hated the other, it doesn’t mean either one will roll over and die. Jamie Noble, hoping to see Danielson pushed as he was, arranged for Danielson to face Christian Cage on the August 13th edition of Oblivion. The next week, Noble, inspired by Danielson’s resolve, opted to push himself – Noble made the decree that he would not tap out to the submission specialist that was Bryan Danielson.

No philosophy. No morality. No hatred. No theatrics. No politics. Just wrestling. A refreshing match that will be far from ignored, Bryan Danielson and Jamie Noble aim to show just how damn good the AOW cruiserweight division is and how much they are the real heart of the company. But one thing is for certain – they’ll do it with pride and will give even more for gold on the line.






“This is AOW. If you want to be the ladder to success, you’re gonna have to climb it.”

*Olympic Ladder Match*
~AOW Dynasty Championship~
Tyler Black v. Kofi Kingston v. William Regal v. Aero Star v. Shelton Benjamin


Sometimes, being young, hungry, and full of yourself just don’t pay off. Tyler Black learned that very quickly after he won the Dynasty Championship by dubious means from CM Punk. Mouthing off the first chance he got, he was quickly silenced by longtime rival Kofi Kingston, as well as the supposed #1 contender for the Dynasty Championship, William Regal.

Black said he was the new standard, the ‘ladder to success.’ That brought out Mick Foley, who initiated his potential final act as Acting Commander. At Origins & Endings, there would be an ‘Olympic Ladder Match’ to go along with the 2008 Summer Olympics. The concept of the match would feature five men (one for each Olympic ring) and that every member of the match had to represent a different country. Tyler Black would represent America, Regal would represent England, and Kingston would represent Jamaica.

That is, however, until an aohdubya.com Exclusive prior to the August 6th Oblivion. Tyler Black, the One Man Gray Area, talked down on the United States’ morality system, saying that its ‘the most black and white and useless set of morals around’. He refused to represent a country like that, opting instead to take another option and represent his father’s country of Armenia.

On that August 6th edition of Oblivion, Aero Star beat out Super Crazy, Psicosis, and Paul London (who was competing under the same clause as Black, with one of his parents being Mexican) to represent Mexico in the match. Later that night, Shelton Benjamin convinced Paul Heyman to allow him to be America’s representative in the ladder match without even having to compete for it.

The next week, the four challengers were placed in an 8-man tag team match – Kingston and Star alongside the new A.I.R, while Regal and Benjamin tagged with DAT MUSCLE. The winner of the match would receive a one-on-one match the next week with Tyler Black. While A.I.R. and DAT MUSCLE went at each other, it was Aero Star who capitalized and pinned William Regal to get the chance to prove himself against the Dynasty Champion. On the Aug. 20th Oblivion, the take home show, Aero almost defeated Black, but the match was thrown out when all the other participants stormed the ring and ended things in a brawl with ladders.

Ladder matches are infamous for their displays of athleticism and this one should be no different. Aero Star the luchadore, William Regal the world-traveled veteran, Kofi Kingston the Jamaican jumping bean, Benjamin the All-American, and Tyler Black with cat-like reflexes. And with Black being a young champion, the title is literally up for grabs. Who will be able to walk away with the gold?






“This isn’t just about America. This isn’t just about the Sons of the Dungeon. This isn’t just about the gold. This is about teaching you paid pansies some f*ckin’ manners!”

~AOW World Tag Team Champinships~
The Mercenaries(c) v. American Made


As history goes, the Code of Chivalry was born in England in the Middle Ages, when knights roamed the land to protect the innocent and save damsels in distress. While it is an unwritten code today, men are expected to follow it, especially ones who call themselves ‘civil first, savages second’.

That has not come to pass and it may cost the most dominant and consistent stable in AOW their newly won Tag Team Championships.

In late July, The Mercenaries won a grueling, 30-minute plus Tag Team Turmoil match to earn a shot at the gold – by coming in the match last. It was American Made who lasted the entire time, becoming somewhat faces in the process. The Mercs went on to win their first AOW Tag Team Championships a week later from the Sons of the Dungeon.

American Made, on the other hand, had not had much of an eventful new season to that point. They’d both been eliminated in the first round of the Dynasty Tournament and were starting to perhaps enter a sophomore slump – until a rousing speech from the girl Nameth spent a chunk of last season and all of the Offseason searching for and pining over, Taylor Wilde. Taylor became a new attraction for the team, helping them win several matches and becoming a reason people wanted to see American Made.

On the Aug. 13th Oblivion, there was to be another contest in the young rivalry between the Sons and American Made, this one to determine who would face the new champs at Origins & Endings. Before the match got started, however, Mercenaries, Inc. stormed the match, attacked the Sons from behind, and then laid waste to American Made.

They didn’t stop there, re-breaking Harry Smith’s ribs and making him unable to compete, leaving the Sons out of the contest and out of tag team competition for a while. But on their way up the ramp, Taylor Wilde bravely tried to stop the savage Mercs, jumping on Paul Burchill’s back. Brent Albright ripped her off – and then SMACKED Taylor, right in front of Nemeth and all the world to see. While Regal and Burchill later admonished him for his ‘uncouth’ actions, Nemeth and Hagar went from the cocky American boys who both had anger controlling issues to letting the dogs off the leash and became America the Angry.

Spewing venom on the online exclusives, it soon came to pass when the next week, and it was confirmed that American Made would be challenging for the titles. When The Mercenaries opposed because AM had not won a qualifying match, they were attacked from behind and thrown around by American Made, Nemeth almost completely flying off the handle about the attack on his woman.

The Mercenaries have prided themselves on their numbers game, their intelligence, and their code of civility. None of those will be in play at Origins & Endings, as Regal has other things he must attend to (and climb) and there’s no use thinking intelligently and applying codes of civility when dealing with a pair of angry men. Jack Hagar has become more subdued, but woe be it whoever steps in with Nick Nemeth. Will the boys of America be able to teach the ‘civil savages’ an etiquette lesson and take the tag team gold? Or will the ‘uncouth’ actions be just what the Mercs wanted to get in their opponents’ heads to retain their gold for the first time…?





“I mean, really, how high can you fly when you’ve never won anything?”

~Trios Grudge Match~
A.I.R. v. DAT MUSCLE & Mike “The Miz” Mizanin


When it comes to the world of wrestling, everyone has certain roles they slip into on a roster. And when everyone is as good as they are in AOW, there will be several guys who slip through the cracks and be considered ‘jobbers’ in wrestling circles. Guys who get paid to get beat up so better guys will look better. The term ‘jobber’ is possibly one of the most negative descriptors in all of wrestling.

But who is to say ‘jobbers’ don’t work the hardest? What if they work harder than everyone else…but they still can’t quite be good enough?

For young Matt Sydal, he has the distinct description of never having won a match in his entire first year of AOW. After falling on his face many times in the first season, Sydal enlisted the help of one of his idols and one of the men who helped popularized cruiserweight wrestling in the United States – Billy Kidman. Kidman worked with Sydal for months and months and months on end to improve the high-flyer, setting forth to him several principles and ideas he needed to adhere to if he wanted to be successful in wrestling.

In the Offseason, Sydal finally received a Cruiserweight Championship opportunity – but Kidman thought he wasn’t ready. Hurt by his mentor not believing in him, Sydal got angrier, which Kidman liked. ‘In wrestling’, he said, ‘you have to be pissed off for greatness’. Even so, Sydal and Kidman remained on rocky ground until the Dynasty Tournament came around, when the two found themselves facing one another…only for Ken Doane and the newly activated-from-injury Chris Masters to put Kidman on the shelf by putting him through a table.

Doane and Masters then solidified themselves as frat boys, claiming they were in a fraternity known as ASS – Alpha Sigma Slamma. They named themselves DAT MUSCLE, referencing Masters’ physique and Doane’s penchant for calling himself DAT DOANE DUDE. Their latest pledge brother, The Miz, wanted to wrestle so badly, he let DAT MUSCLE humiliate him in hazing activities before finally letting him in when Sydal returned alongside Jack Evans to screw DM over in the Tag Team Turmoil match.

The pair of daredevils named themselves the “Anti-Inertia Regime”, or A.I.R. for short. Finally able to stand up to the bullies, Sydal and Evans made their cases, but were soon on the wrong end of the numbers game once The Miz got involved. It got a little worse when it was announced that their planned match for Origins & Endings would now be a Handicap Match unless the A.IR. could do something about it.

Cue the Aug. 20th Oblivion, when Jack Evans lost to Chris Masters. When DAT MUSCLE planned to do even more damage, suddenly, Billy Kidman returned to even the score. To put an exclamation point on his return, he tried to Shooting Star Press Ken Doane through the announce desk, but Doane was rescued by his cohorts.

Now, the time has come for the guys who like to fly to face the frat brothers three. AOW has become known for their excellent Trios matches, and it should be no surprise to anyone that on the one year anniversary show that one should show up. In Exclusives prior to the match, Doane commanded he be captain of his team, while Kidman bestowed that honor upon Matt Sydal, telling his mentee that ‘I finally believe you’re ready to fly’. While not the match many are paying to see, the result of this contest could impact AOW for years to come.






“I don’t care who I face on Sunday, but to let all of you know, I’m ready for a FIGHT!”

~Punk Invitational~
CM Punk v. ???

{ANYONE present in the building is eligible}

CM Punk has been the brightest young star in AOW’s inaugural year. Becoming the protégé of Lance Storm, he quickly ascended through the ranks and defeated Muhammad Hassan for the AOW Dynasty Championship, made a bigger name for himself in the wars against the Worthy Legion, and then conquered the ‘race card’ with his ‘Punk card’ by taking out Antonio Banks. However, Punk’s meteoric rise was just beginning.

Following an Offseason where he got to see old friends, Punk returned to AOW to gruel it out and miraculously won the first ever Dynasty Tournament, netting him a future AOW World title opportunity. After slaying the dragon known as Finlay in the finals, Punk made a plea to help find the ‘heroes’ in AOW, saying he may be the first in a long line of others.

This was all very well and all, but Punk’s idealistic view quickly had holes punched in it. Punk faced immediate backlash from one of his best buds in Samoa Joe, before being lectured by JBL just how stupid his idealism was. The following week, Punk was on the verge of successfully defending his Dynasty Championship against Tyler Black when the dragon struck again.

Finlay cost Punk his title and it wasn’t hard to figure out Finlay’s motives at all. Punk had given Finlay his first pinfall or submission loss in a sanctioned match all year when he beat him in the Finals. Finlay was pissed, and when both Finlay and Samoa Joe locked horns on the Aug. 6th Oblivion to ‘let off their steam’ as Heyman put it, it was Punk’s turn to screw Finlay up. The match was declared no contest, but Punk was more than happy to simply put Finlay to sleep.

Over the next two weeks, Finlay and Punk would assault each other in the parking lot and the locker room, each attack becoming more violent than the one before it. When Punk got the upper hand on Finlay on the take home show and their rematch being announced for the PPV, many saw this as Punk’s chance to finally break through to prove that he could last in the main event scene.

But as chance would have it, the Fighting Irishman had to have emergency surgery two days before the PPV, leaving him not medically cleared to compete. Punk, pissed that he wouldn’t be able to get his hands on Finlay, issued an open challenge – he would still be at the PPV and he would still be ready for a fight. He didn’t care who he fought, he just wanted somebody, anybody. So now, with Finlay dubiously out of action, Punk is looking for someone else to take his straight-edge aggression out on.



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PREDICTION TEMPLATE

ORIGINS & ENDINGS
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania – Mellon Arena
August 24, 2008
*Current Card*


!!TRIPLE MAIN EVENT!!

~AOW World Heavyweight Championship~
Christian Cage(c) v. Rob Van Dam

~Icon v. Machine~
!!For the First Time Ever!!
Samoa Joe v. Shawn Michaels

~War Rules~
*Loser Gets Fired*
Chris Jericho v. Mick Foley


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~Olympic Ladder Match for the AOW Dynasty Championship~
Tyler Black(c) v. William Regal v. Kofi Kingston v. Aero Star v. Shelton Benjamin


~AOW Cruiserweight Championship~
Bryan Danielson(c) v. Jamie Noble


~AOW Tag Team Championship~
The Mercenaries(c) v. American Made

~Trios Grudge Match~
A.I.R. v. DAM MUSCLE & The Miz

~Punk Invitational~
CM Punk v. ???

{ANYONE present in the building is eligible}


BONUS QUESTIONS
What will be the match order?
What will be the longest match?
What will be the shortest match?
Who will be CM Punk’s opponent?
The location of The Outer Limits II will be revealed. Where will it take place?


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