SEGMENT 1: INTRODUCTION:
A video package airs, highlighting events that took place last
week on Frequency, with Romeo signing a contract to challenge Jaguar for the
PWA Championship on March 12 at Salvation and the via satellite confrontation
that took place between them. The opening credits then roll as
Ferrara: Plus, the Modern-Day Samurai
Scythe has requested interview time tonight, as he apparently has something
major that he needs to get off his chest, so he will be given the forum to do
exactly that. And, speaking of being
given a forum, why don’t you tell everyone who else is here tonight?
Troy: Ladies and gentlemen, I am honored
to announce that we have a special guest with us tonight, none other than
four-time boxing heavyweight champion of the world, and a man who is 2-0 in
PWA-sponsored boxing matches, none other than Evander “The Real Deal”
Holyfield. Holyfield called up
Commissioner Kerry Cox and asked for some time here tonight in MSG to address
the fans, so he has been granted that time.
We will hear from Evander a little later tonight, and I am looking
forward to it.
SEGMENT 2:
MATCH 1: RENEGADE VS. KRIS
ANTHONY:
Referee:
Jason Church
Earshot’s “Control” creeps onto the speakers, and it is a song
that no one in the audience is agreeable with.
Troy: This match is a result of the Lethal Lottery incident, where Kris Anthony
ditched his partner, Renegade.
Once Renegade slides into the ring, Anthony proceeds with a series of stomps to
Renegade’s back. The referee has the bell ring to officially start this match.
Anthony peels Renegade off the mat and whips him into the ropes. On his return,
Anthony knocks Renegade flat on his back with a hard shoulder block. He raises
his arms into the air, and the audience responds with jeers. Anthony raises
Renegade back to his feet while Schenck shouts out orders from the outside.
Anthony furthers the damage with several punches to the side of Renegade’s
head. He grabs his arm and whips him into a corner, then charges in. Renegade
stops short though, and uses the ropes to leap up and over Anthony, who finds
himself trapped in the corner. Renegade commences a combo of punches and kicks
to wear down Anthony! The crowd comes to life!
Renegade pummels Anthony into the corner, before delivering a suplex that sends
him in the middle of the ring. Renegade goes for the pin cover, but Anthony
gets the shoulder up well after two. Renegade wrenches Anthony off the mat and
begins to batter him with fists, but Anthony tries to battle back. However,
Renegade maintains the advantage and plows through him with a vicious
clothesline! Renegade looks out into the crowd before measuring up a slowly
rising Anthony!
Schenck, seeing his client in trouble, climbs onto the apron and draws the
attention of the referee. The crowd begins to boo, but Renegade refuses to fall
for this trick. While the referee and Schenck are arguing, Renegade comes up
and presses Schenck’s face in with a boot! Schenck plummets off the apron and
to the arena floor. Renegade turns around and sees Anthony dazed, but on his
feet. Renegade kicks Anthony in the stomach and lifts him onto his shoulders.
The crowd demands his defeat! Renegade sends Anthony hurling into the mat with
an F-U! He goes for the cover! One! Two! Three!
While “Renegade” begins to play again in the background,
the rest of The Legacy charges down the ramp. They flood the ring and begin to
assault of poorly outnumbered Renegade. Darrin Giles, Scott Hosemann, and Greg
Price all beat the life out of Renegade. Schenck manages to get himself back
up, and proceeds to shout out orders. Hosemann and Price set Renegade up, and
Giles smirks. He smacks Renegade hard across the face, and the crowd cringes
when Giles executes his spinning neckbreaker on Renegade. He is left on the
mat, while “Control” overtakes the arena. The crowd cannot stand this sight, as
The Legacy raises their arms.
WINNER VIA PINFALL AT
-- COMMERCIAL BREAK #1 --
SEGMENT 3: RINGSIDE:
The audience talks amongst themselves, but they begin to
collaboratively cheer when
Scythe: I’ve been in countless matches. I’ve won, and I’ve lost, but no matter
what the outcome was, all of you were always there to cheer me on. (The crowd
cheers again) However, I realize that I haven’t really told you much about
myself, but Bishop Cross did. We trained under the tutelage of Ricky “The
Dragon” Steamboat. Cross and I made a fantastic team, taking out our
competition left and right. But when I wanted to further pursue my career, I
wanted Cross to join me, and he refused. He decided to stay behind, and the
only thing for me to do was keep going. I finally came to CAW on fought my way
to becoming a Tag Team Champion. And in the PWA, I continued on to becoming the
International Champion. Eventually, I rose to the top and I was your PWA World
Heavyweight Champion.
The crowd cheers lightly as they continue to listen.
Scythe: After seeing that, Cross came and found me, with the sole purpose of
cutting down any chance I got to be the Champion once again. But it’s gone on
long enough. I want to regain that Heavyweight title, and I won’t get the
chance to while Bishop Cross keeps standing in my way. But I know you, Cross,
and you know me. If there’s something to settle, it’s done right here, in this
ring.
Before Scythe can continue, Andrew Lloyd Webber's "Phantom of The Opera
Overture" plays, and the crowd boos once they see Bishop Cross appear from
behind the curtain. He stands on the stage with a microphone.
Cross: I thought we were having so much fun. You know, catching up, reliving
the good old days. But if you really insist...
Scythe: Just cut the crap and name it, Cross.
Cross: Touchy, aren’t we? Alright Scythe. I challenge you to one more match on
March 12th at Salvation. I’ll only need one last chance to make sure you don’t
see that title again.
Scythe: One more match, one more duel. The Dragon wouldn’t have liked to see it
any other way. Bishop Cross, I accept your challenge! (The crowd cheers) I
guarantee you that I will give you my best, and at Salvation, this Samurai will
cut you down!
They engage in a staredown while “With You” fires up in the background. The
audience is ecstatic over this announcement.
Ferrara: That’s sure to be a hell of a match,
-- COMMERCIAL BREAK #2 --
SEGMENT 4: BACKSTAGE:
A camera is set at the opening of the parking garage
between 7th and 8th Avenues, where Jaguar is sitting in a chair holding a baseball
bat as he stares through the crowd out onto 33rd Street. A large motorcycle
engine cuts through the noise of the traffic and Jaguar stands up with his
Louisville Slugger as the bike nears him. The driver takes off his large black
helmet, and the crowd cheers as GI Jew peers out from under the darkened mask.
The two salute each other and shake hands as Jew climbs off his bike.
Jew: What the hell are you doing with that dude? Don't you
have a match tonight?
Jaguar: Yeah, but that's in the main event. Right now, I'm
waiting on Romeo to get here so I can cave in his skull with all 40 ounces of
this bat.
Jew: Well I'm all for a good skull bashing, but if that's
what you want, you're wasting your time.
Jaguar: What do you mean?
Jew: Since you were out last week, you didn't get the memo
about our appearances.
Jaguar: What appearances?
Jew: Cox sent a few of us out to different markets to do
some meet and greets to promote Salvation. I'm just coming back from mine
in Times Square, over at Planet Hollywood.
Jaguar: So what does that have to do with Romeo?
Jew: He chose tonight to do his...in Atlanta.
Jaguar: (Throwing the bat down) Dammit! It all makes
sense cuz. The night I come back to the road, he skips town.
Jew: Well don't worry about that, you've got a big
match tonight. Defending the title against Failla, are you sure you're ready
for that?
Jaguar: Yeah I'm as ready as I'm gonna be.
Jew: You aren't even dressed for it yet.
Jaguar: I'm workin on it. Listen man, I know you've
had your issues with Failla, but nobody knows how to slap him around like I
do. I've been doin it for years. Don't you have something goin on
here tonight too?
Jew: Yeah, that punk kid Baccaro says he's got beef
with me for whatever reason and wants to meet me in the ring to reveal it
to the world in front of my hometown. He doesn't seem to know just how crazy we
get out here in NYC.
Jaguar: Guess not.
Jew: So I'm gonna see what his deal is, you go ahead and
beat Failla, and how about we shoot over to Queens tonight for Wiggles?
Jaguar: Oh like old times man. I could use that after this
week. I'll see you in a few hours.
Jew: Cool.
The former tag team champions pound fists and take off in opposite
direction as we take a commercial break.
SEGMENT 5: MATCH 2:
PWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP: THE
LOST SOULS © VS. DEAN NASH & DAMIEN FIELDS:
Referee:
Jose Soares
The Prodigy's "Spitfire" sends the crowd cheering for
the team of Dean Nash and Damien Fields. They arrive to a decent ovation and
openly greet it while walking to the ring. Once they climb into the ring, Nash
and Fields climb onto the turnbuckles to pose for the crowd. Moments later,
American Head Charge’s, “A Violent Reaction” plays, and Nash and Fields prepare
themselves for the upcoming match. The crowd boos vociferously towards the
current Tag Team Champions, the Lost Souls. Demon and Reaper both head to the
ring, with the belts wrapped around their waists. They take their time getting
into the ring, but once inside, they undo the belts and hold them high above
their heads, and the audience takes it as a signal to boo even louder. The Lost
Souls hand the belts over to referee Jose Soares, and he hands them to the
timekeeper before calling for the bell. Demon heads onto the apron while Nash
does the same. Reaper and Fields begin circling the ring.
Reaper and Fields lock up hard in the center of the ring. Reaper manages to
whip Fields into the ropes, scooping him up on his return and sending him
crashing into the mat with a side slam. Reaper picks Fields up off the floor
and proceeds to batter him with balled fists. In a fluid motion, he delivers a
suplex that causes Fields to writhe on the mat. Reaper peels Fields off the mat
once more and launches him into the corner where Speed Demon stands by on the
apron. Reaper rushes in and splashes Fields hard.
Reaper stomps Fields into the mat and holds his boot across his throat. The
referee pries him off, but Reaper decides to argue with the referee. Fields
tries to recover, but Demon takes the further opportunity to choke the life out
of him. Demon finally lets go after several moments and calls for a tag, which
Reaper grants. Demon climbs into the ring and grabs Fields off the mat. He
torpedoes him into an opposite corner hard enough to cause Fields to bounce off
the turnbuckle upon contact. As Fields stumbles back, Demon goes to a knee and
rolls him up. The referee counts, but Nash gets into the ring! However, Reaper
sees this and makes sure that Nash cannot interfere with the count. The referee
begins to count. One. Fields struggles. Two. Demon grabs onto the ropes for
extra leverage. Three.
Demon and Reaper escape from the ring and grab their belts. As they turn to
leave, a wave of boos comes to greet them. Fields gets to his feet, and Nash is
stunned at the result. He stares at Fields in disbelief before arguing with him
about the outcome. “A Violent Reaction” is playing in the background while
Fields is trying to explain, and we fade to a commercial.
WINNERS VIA PINFALL AT
6:02 AND STILL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: THE
LOST SOULS
-- COMMERCIAL BREAK
#3 --
SEGMENT 6: BACKSTAGE:
Back from commercial, the camera catches Dexter P. Wellington and
his butler Winston walking down the wall, with an apparent purpose in
mind.
Justice: You’ve got some set, you know
that?
Wellington: Hey, I just came here for a
little friendly…
Justice: Friendly my ass. I’m sick of this shit,
Justice: You know what? You’ve just given me a great idea.
Wellington: Oh wow, this ought to be
good.
Justice: It is.
Justice: … where the loser gets the hell
out of PWA and doesn’t come back.
Justice: You heard me. Unless you’re too chickenshit.
SEGMENT 7: BACKSTAGE:
The camera switches to another portion of the backstage area,
where Solomon is conversing with his agent Walter Gindin. Women’s Champion Keiko Ishida is standing
silently in the background. As the two
continue to speak, there is a knock at the door. Gindin answers it, to find PWA Hall of Famer
Jason Calysto standing behind it, changing the expression of everyone in the
room. Calysto, however, wears a smile.
Calysto:
What’s the matter Walter?
Surprised to see me?
Gindin: Yeah actually. I didn’t think you were that stupid.
Calysto: Listen Walter, I’m sure you can
pretty much guess that I’m not here to talk to you. I’m here for you, big man.
Solomon looks down at Calysto, a scowl on his face, and the two begin
staring each other down.
Calysto:
I know I haven’t had the best of luck against you recently. You busted my jaw at Forsaken and ended my
chances of becoming PWA Champ that night.
Then at Temptation, you did it again.
You’re about the closest thing to an Achilles’ Heel I have right now.
Solomon: I think a lot of people can say
the same thing Calysto. It’s because I’m
unbeatable, simple as that.
Calysto: You know what, Solomon? That’s what everybody always says. Everyone’s always talking about how great you
are, how unbeatable you are. I say,
prove it.
Solomon: (laughing) What, going
undefeated for 18 months and having a dominant reign as PWA Champion isn’t
proving it? You’re a delusional little
man, Calysto, you know that?
Calysto: I don’t mean prove it to the
world. I mean prove it to me.
Solomon: And why do I need to prove
anything to you?
Calysto: Because I’m the only Hall of Famer
on this roster, and I don’t respect you.
The one time I faced you one-on-one, you needed help from your cronies
to get past me, in your home state nonetheless.
Until you beat me clean, one-on-one, I can’t consider you in my league,
no matter how many people you run through.
Solomon: Well that’s really unfortunate.
Calysto: So do we have a deal.
Solomon: Well Calysto, unfortunately, I
don’t waste my time with has-beens.
Sorry.
Calysto has an extremely angry look on his face but isn’t saying anything. Solomon begins to walk out of the room, but
stops by the door.
Solomon:
Oh, and one more thing…
Solomon then turns around and lays Calysto out with a vicious right hand
that sends the Iceman flying across the room and crashing to the ground!
Solomon:
Don’t EVER minimize my accomplishments again! I respect you, Calysto. Don’t make me have to end your career. Just don’t.
Let’s go.
Solomon, Gindin, and Keiko all exit the room as we cut to commercial.
-- COMMERCIAL BREAK #4 --
SEGMENT 8: MATCH
3: GREG TANTALUS VS. JONATHAN BRETT:
Referee:
Matt Hansen
"Heaven's A Lie" by Lacuna Coil hits and the crowd is
immediately thrown into a frenzy as Smooth Greg Tantalus appears at the top of
the ramp. He looks out into the arena and points out to the crowd before
walking down the ramp and making his way into the ring.
Ferrara: Along with Solomon, Greg Tantalus has got to be
the most frustrated man in the PWA. Mike Griffin simply owns this guy. He even
called him a lovable loser last week.
As Tantalus waits in the ring, "Quake 1" by Nine Inch
Nails plays and the crowd boos loudly for Jonathan Brett as he makes his way to
the ring.
Matt Hansen calls for the bell and both men lock up. Brett quickly
goes low with a knee to the midsection before connecting with a heavy shot
to the face. Tantalus goes down from the blow, but gets right back up.
Brett hits him with another right hand before backing him to the ropes and executing
an Irish whip. Tantalus ducks under a clothesline attempt, but
cannot avoid the sharp knee that Brett plants in his midsection to
send him down.
Brett poses cockily to the crowd, who boos him as
Tantalus gets back to his feet. Brett slings him into a corner and
charges at him, but Tantalus greets him with both boots to the face. Tantalus
then runs forward and takes a page out of
Tantalus gets Brett off the mat and slaps him right across the
face, prompting Brett to swing back wildly. Tantalus ducks that easily and
comes back with an inverted atomic drop before dropping Brett on his head with
a DDT! Brett is down and not moving, but before Tantalus can capitalize, Mike
Griffin charges down the ramp and into the ring!
Brett releases the hold as Hansen admonishes the former PWA
Champion, but Tantalus ignores it and plants Brett with The Big O slam!
Tantalus hooks the outside leg as Hansen gets into position to make the three
count!
"Heaven's A Lie" hits again and
WINNER VIA PINFALL AT
-- COMMERCIAL BREAK #5 --