TUESDAY, JANUARY 24, 2006 * VAN ANDEL ARENA * GRAND RAPIDS, MICHIGAN

A video package airs on the Jumbotron, highlighting events that took place three nights ago on pay-per-view at Forsaken, where Jackie Baccaro retained the PWA Championship in the hellacious Seven Deadly Sins match, last defeating Greg Tantalus. From there, a brilliant pyrotechnics display ensues and we are taken to our commentators, Victor Troy and Superstar Scott Hosemann!

Troy: Hello everyone and welcome to PWA Frequency! I’m Victor Troy, along here with Superstar Scott Hosemann, and we are live here in Grand Rapids, Michigan with a tremendous episode of Frequency to bring you!

Hosemann: That’s right Troy, and we are just three nights removed from what was an explosive pay-per-view event in Forsaken. We saw Jackie Baccaro walk away with the PWA Championship intact, we saw Showtime Damon Savage capture the International Championship from James Biamonte, and we saw Keiko Ishida score a count-out victory over Morgan Day, but not capture the Women’s title.

Troy: It was certainly a night to remember, but for now, we’re getting right down to the ring to get tonight’s action underway!

The fans start cheering as “Arcarsenal” by At The Drive-In blares onto the speakers and The Miracle Mike Troha makes his way to the ring, alongside Paul Epton, ready for our first match.

Troy: Alright, here we have Mike Troha and former tag team champion Paul Epton on their way to the ring. These two have teamed up numerous times in six-man tag team matches with John Wolfe, but tonight, they ply their trade at regular tag team wrestling, going against the Legacy and brother duo of Hollywood Mike Griffin and Infernus.

Hosemann: It should be quite the contest.

Troy: Should it ever.

Moments later, “Parabola” by Tool overtakes the speakers and the fans begin booing loudly as Justin Schenck leads brothers Hollywood Mike Griffin and Infernus to the ring. The Legacy tandem enters the ring and the bell sounds, with Troha declaring that he wants Griffin. Based on what happened Saturday night at Forsaken, Griffin wants the same, and the two immediately go at it to get this match underway.

* HOLLYWOOD MIKE GRIFFIN & INFERNUS VS. THE MIRACLE MIKE TROHA & PAUL EPTON*
Referee: Jose Soares
The bell sounds and Griffin and Troha viciously exchange clubbing blows, with Griffin getting the better of them initially, backing Troha up into the corner. He then lets loose with furious knife-edge chops, stinging the chest of the Miracle. As Troha staggers forward, Griffin clutches him in a belly-to-belly, and nails him with an overhead suplex! Troha’s head hits the mat hard and the fans boo rabidly as Griffin gloats. Griffin tags Infernus in and the two utilize an effective double-team, stomping Troha into oblivion. Infernus locks Troha in a leg grapevine, cinching the hold in tightly, trying to make the Miracle tap out. However, Troha is able to power himself to the ropes, reaching them, forcing the hold to be broken. Infernus keeps the pressure mounted, looking to keep Troha isolated, but Troha is able to reach out and take Infernus down, leaving him open to go for a tag!

Troy: Troha needs to make a tag, and make it now!

Hosemann: He sure does!

Troha approaches the corner and succeeds in tagging the British sensation Paul Epton into the match, prompting the fans to cheer loudly! Epton takes Infernus down with a big clothesline! Then Griffin enters the ring and Epton downs him with a dazzling spin kick! Epton then grabs Infernus, launches him off the ropes, and meets him with a beautiful hurricanrana, taking him down as he returns! With Infernus dazed, Epton climbs up to the top rope! Epton launches off with a springboard moonsault, but Mike Griffin yanks his brother out of the way, and Epton goes crashing chest-first into the mat! Griffin then exits the ring, allowing Infernus to tag him in, and Griffin immediately goes to work, pounding Epton with three consecutive German suplexes! Griffin signals for the top rope, but Troha immediately enters the ring and downs Griffin! Referee Soares gets in Troha’s face, instructing him to leave the ring, at which point Schenck slips a foreign object to Infernus. Infernus clubs a rising Epton in the jaw with the object as Griffin blindsides Troha, trying to leave the ring. Griffin then puts Epton in the Culmination, and Epton, already nearly unconscious, wastes no time tapping out!

Troy: That’s it! It’s history!

Hosemann: It’s a bit tainted, Troy, but Griffin and Infernus have picked up this win!

The fans boo loudly as “Parabola” replays and Griffin, Infernus, and Schenck celebrate their victory. Troha is seething in the ring as Epton struggles to come to and we take our first commercial break.
* WINNERS VIA SUBMISSION: HOLLYWOOD MIKE GRIFFIN & INFERNUS *

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

As we return from break, we see Vulture backstage in his dressing room, watching a tape of PWA Salvation 2004, specifically the end of the Elimination Chamber match for the PWA Championship, down to then-champion Mike Troha, and Vulture himself. We watch along with Vulture:

Troha, groggy, walks through the ropes, grabs Vulture, and tosses him back inside the ring.  Vulture, having been in the match in excess of thirty minutes, is barely able to stand as Troha beckons him to his feet.  When Vulture gets to a knee, Troha slaps him hard across the face!  Vulture doesn’t respond, but merely gets back to a vertical base, at which point Troha blasts him with Divine Intervention right in the center of the ring!  The fans boo loudly as Troha struts across the ring, confident in having retained the championship.  Troha then walks over and nonchalantly covers Vulture… one, two, thr-and Vulture kicks out!  The fans cheer wildly and Troha is absolutely livid, in complete disbelief that Vulture was able to kick out.  Without letting much time slip by, Troha lifts Vulture off the mat and nails him with a second devastating Divine Intervention!  This time, Troha drops down to one knee, inciting the boos of nearly all of Tokyo before placing one finger on Vulture’s chest, a smile on his face.  One, two, thre-NO!  Vulture just barely gets a shoulder up! 

Troy:  I don’t believe this!

Ferrara:  Troha can’t put Vulture away! 

Troha begins throwing a tantrum in the ring, going as far as to grab referee Tom Stevens by the shirt, demanding to know why that wasn’t three.  Meanwhile, Vulture stumbles to his feet, which Troha sees out of the corner of his eye.  When Vulture reaches a vertical base, Troha charges at him full speed, but Vulture side-steps him, sending Troha crashing chest-first into the turnbuckles!  Troha staggers backwards, and Vulture, on instinct alone, nails him with a huge Crimson Sunset!  At length, Vulture crawls over and makes the cover… one, two, three!

Troy:  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  Vulture has done it!

Ferrara:  Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new PWA Champion!

The fans in the Tokyo Dome come to their feet, ecstatic, as Vulture collapses in exhaustion.  “Falling From the Sky” booms over the speakers and a resonating “Vulture” chant penetrates throughout the arena.  Troha silently and shamefully rolls out of the Chamber and exits to the back as Vulture is presented with the PWA Championship belt.  Vulture cradles the belt in his arms as Tom Stevens raises his right hand high, eliciting a huge wave of cheers from the capacity crowd.  Tears nearly come to Vulture’s eyes as, after 15 long months and a surgically-repaired neck, he has climbed back to the top of the mountain.  Tonight, here in Tokyo, Vulture is once again the heavyweight champion of the world.

Back to live action, Vulture is smiling fondly, reminiscing about that night, as the PWA Champion Jackie Baccaro enters the room. Vulture sees him out of the corner of his eye and jumps up, embracing him.

Vulture: Jackie! You did it, man! You walked into the Seven Deadly Sins match the champion, and you walked out with the title still intact!

Baccaro: I did, man! I got the job done! Whatcha watching there?

Vulture: Ah, Salvation 2004, the night I won the belt for the second time. I’ll tell ya, your win Saturday night at Forsaken reminded me of my experience in big endurance-testing matches like that, like this Elimination Chamber match, and I decided to take a stroll down memory lane of sorts. But you can’t rest on your laurels now, bro. We’ve got the Lethal Lottery coming up in less than three weeks at Temptation, where it’s going to be 24 guys in six tag team matches, with the winners going into a 12-man battle royal for the right to challenge you for the belt that same night. It’s not going to be easy, because you could be facing absolutely anyone. But I’ll make sure you’re ready. And tonight, even though the title isn’t on the line, you’ve gotta go in there with Showtime, who is riding a big wave of momentum after winning the International title the other night. This is just an exhibition, but remember, it’s bigger than you think.

Baccaro: I feel you.

Vulture: Good. Alright Giacomo, I’ve got something to go take care of, but I’ll be back. Do your stretches and get started, we can’t afford to slack off tonight.

With that, Vulture exits the room, and the camera cuts to ringside, where “Marriage of Figaro” by Mozart overtakes the speakers and the fans begin booing loudly as the new Progressive Champion Dexter P. Wellington makes his way to the ring, Winston at his side. Wellington is wearing an accomplished smirk on his face as he grabs a microphone and heads into the ring.

Wellington: Well, three nights ago, you all saw come to fruition exactly what I’ve been saying was going to happen for weeks. I proved that I am indeed hardcore, more hardcore than Kerry Cox. Nobody thought I could beat that old fool at his own game, but that’s exactly what I did three nights ago. I came to the arena, I pounded Cox’s ass, and I walked out the new Progressive Champion, for the third time. All of you people have learned it’s never a good idea to doubt me, because I follow through on my promises. Now, I don’t have to defend the championship tonight, I made sure of that. After the match I had on Saturday, there is no way in hell I should be made to defend this title. But, Kerry Cox, sore sport that he is, has demanded that I wrestle in a match tonight. Whatever. I have no idea who I’m scheduled to face right now, but it doesn’t really matter, because I am the…

Suddenly, “Hear Me” by Darkseed explodes onto the speakers, and the fans actually initially erupt into cheers as Solomon emerges from behind the curtain, alongside Walter Gindin!

Troy: Oh my God!

Hosemann: This isn’t fair to Wellington! Oh my! Wellington is going to be killed out there tonight!

The fear on Wellington’s face is more than apparent as Solomon enters the ring and the bell sounds.

* NON-TITLE MATCH: SOLOMON VS. PROGRESSIVE CHAMPION DEXTER P. WELLINGTON *
Referee: Billy Vargas
Wellington immediately tries to escape the ring and run to safety, but Solomon catches him. The Alaskan Monster tosses Wellington into the corner and follows him in with a huge splash! Solomon then lifts Wellington over his head and destroys him with a vicious gorilla press slam! Solomon peels Wellington off the mat, whips him against the ropes, and downs him with a furious boot to the face! Then, Solomon lifts the Progressive Champion up, and demolishes him with the Deep Freeze! Solomon plants a boot on his chest as the fans count along… one, two, three!

Troy: My God! I don’t believe this!

Hosemann: Dexter Wellington has just been brutalized, but Troy, these fans are CHEERING for Solomon!

Troy: Certainly not used to hearing that, Scott, but these people want to see Wellington get his ass kicked, and they don’t care WHO does it!

The fans continue cheering as “Hear Me” replays and Solomon, emotionless, exits with Gindin and we head to break.
* WINNER VIA PINFALL: SOLOMON *

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

Back from break, we see the Women’s Champion Morgan Day carefully exiting a room in the backstage area, an ear-to-ear smile on her face. She walks away slowly, until she is startled by Dee Licious, who approaches her.

Morgan: What in the bloody hell are you doing here?

Dee: I’ve been looking all over for you, Morgan. You and I need to talk.

Morgan: What about?

Dee: Well, obviously, I saw your match at Forsaken, and even though you lost by count-out, you’re still the champion. And it’s a title I want to get a piece of. I’ve been the champion twice before, and I’m gonna be the champion again. I came here to you tonight to ask you for a title shot, and to ask you for a shot tonight.

Morgan: Let me get this straight. You want to challenge me for the Women’s Championship tonight?

Dee: That’s what I said. You and me, for the belt, tonight.

Morgan: You know what, Dee? Fine. You’re on. I’m a fighting champion, and I’m not afraid of anyone. So yes, I’ll give you your title shot tonight.

Dee: That’s what I like to hear.

Morgan: You’re not gonna like it so much when the match is over, but I appreciate your gratitude. See you out there.

Dee nods her head affirmatively as Morgan walks off and we take a commercial break.

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

As we return from break, “Control” by Earshot is playing over the speakers and former Progressive Champion Darrin Giles is entering the ring, alongside manager Justin Schenck. Giles stretches out on the ropes, as “Stockholm Syndrome” by Muse hits the speakers and the fans begin cheering loudly for the burly Englishman John Wolfe!

Troy: And here comes John Wolfe!

Hosemann: We haven’t had too many opportunities to see Wolfe go at it on his own, Troy. I’m excited to see this.

Wolfe enters the ring and stares down Giles as the bell sounds.

* JOHN WOLFE VS. DARRIN GILES*
Referee: Jason Church
Giles chooses not to wait for Wolfe to strike first, immediately going after him and pounding away on him with repeated furious strikes. Wolfe barely budges as Giles launches his entire arsenal on him, finally deciding he has had enough. Wolfe turns around and nearly beheads Giles with a brutal boot to the face! Wolfe then lifts Giles up and whips him into the ropes hard, charging at him with a huge clothesline! Giles staggers forward, but Wolfe throws him against the ropes and catches him, smashing him with a hard sidewalk slam as he returns!

Troy: Wolfe is on fire!

Hosemann: Wait, look at the entrance ramp!

The camera cuts to the ramp, where we see newcomer Soaring Phoenix standing, not saying a word. Wolfe notices Phoenix at the ramp, and is momentarily distracted by him. However, he quickly turns his attention back to Giles, signaling for a chokeslam! Giles gets himself to his feet, and when he does, Wolfe grabs him by the throat and crushes him down with a furious chokeslam! Wolfe covers… one, two, three!

Troy: And that’s it!

Hosemann: What a win for John Wolfe!

The fans cheer loudly as “Stockholm Syndrome” retakes the speakers and Wolfe’s hand is raised. Soaring Phoenix is seen applauding Wolfe from the top of the ramp, and Wolfe stares back at him warily as we cut to commercial.
* WINNER VIA PINFALL: JOHN WOLFE *

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

Back from break, “And Then What” by Young Jeezy hits the speakers and the fans begin booing loudly as Da Playboi Romeo makes his way to the ring, looking to be all business. Romeo grabs a microphone and heads into the ring.

Romeo: Three nights ago, at Forsaken, I took part in the most dangerous and brutal match the PWA has to offer, the Seven Deadly Sins match. Normally, anyone would be honored just to be a part of that match, but of course that’s not enough for Da Playboi. Especially because I didn’t even make it past the second fall of the match. And I was eliminated from the match by submission. Submission. I don’t submit. This has not sat well with me since Saturday night. So, with that said, Jason Calysto, bring your ass out here. I’ve got something to say.

Moments later, “F*ckin in the Bushes” by Oasis explodes onto the speakers, and the fans erupt as The Iceman Jason Calysto makes his way to the ring. Calysto grabs a microphone and enters the ring, standing toe-to-toe with Romeo.

Calysto: What do you want, Romeo? I don’t have all night.

Romeo: Listen, I don’t know how you did it, but you actually got me to tap out three nights ago. And I don’t like it.

Calysto: Well, I didn’t expect you to be happy about it. No one usually is. But that’s what happens when you step into the ring with the Iceman. I beat you at Revival, by pinning you. And three nights ago at Forsaken, I made your ass tap out.

Romeo: Oh you made my ass tap out, but remember the circumstances. I had you all but beaten. You pulled that Crossface out of nowhere and made me tap, but if it happened again, in a real match, without all the other confusion, it wouldn’t happen again.

Calysto: So what are you saying?

Romeo: I’m saying this, Calysto. Next week, me and you, one-on-one, right here on Frequency in Montreal, in a submission match.

Calysto: You want ME in a submission match?

Romeo: Oh believe me, I know all about your little streak, having never been beaten in a submission match. Well Calysto, that’s all gonna come crashing down next week if you’ve got the balls to accept my challenge. I’ll take your ass down and make you tap next week in Montreal, if you’ve got the guts to fight me.

Calysto: Oh yeah, Romeo? Prove it. Your ass is on!

The fans cheer loudly at the announcement. Romeo seems pleased.

Romeo: You just made a huge mistake Calysto. Prepare to be embarrassed and beaten at your own game.

Calysto: I don’t play games, Romeo. Next week, when it’s time to shut up and wrestle… I’m making your ass TAP OUT!

The fans cheer as “F*ckin in the Bushes” replays on the speakers and Romeo and Calysto share an intense staredown.

Troy: Unbelievable! What a main event next week! It’s Calysto vs. Romeo in a submission match!

Hosemann: I can’t wait for that!

Troy: Neither can I! Folks, we’ll be right back!

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

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