SATURDAY, MARCH 12, 2005

STAPLES CENTER

LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA

SEGMENT 10: MATCH 6: 10-ROUND BOXING EXHIBITION:
EVANDER HOLYFIELD VS. VLADIMIR VYDRINA
Referee: Jason Church
Back at ringside, "Exorcism" by Theatres des Vampires hits the speakers and the crowd begins booing rabidly as "The Angel of Death" Vladimir Vydrina makes his way down to the ring. Vydrina is flanked by his trainers, promoter "Not That" Rodney King, and his wife and interpreter Natasha. The intimidating Russian enters the ring without emotion, looking extremely focused on his task for tonight, destroying a legendary fighter. 

Moments later, the lights go out and the fans begin cheering as "When the Spirit of the Lord" by Fred Hammond hits. Evander "The Real Deal" Holyfield then emerges, flanked by Hammond and a gospel choir, as he makes his way to the ring with a pyro-laden entrance. Holyfield enters the ring and prepares himself, standing in his corner with his trainers, staring down his opposition. 

Troy: Alright folks, here we go! Prepare yourselves for the third boxing match in PWA history! 

Ferrara: This should be something, Troy. Evander Holyfield is 2-0 in PWA-promoted boxing matches, but this is a different Evander Holyfield than the guy that battled Showtime Damon Savage twice in 2003. It's been nearly a year and a half since his last battle with Showtime, and Holyfield looked terrible in the one fight he's had since then. He's slower, his reaction time is down, and he's showing his age. He went 12 rounds with Showtime twice in 2003, winning by split-decision in June at Symphony of Destruction, and winning by KO with one second left in the fight in December. Those fights took a lot out of a battle-weary man who, by all rights, should have hung up his gloves years ago, perhaps right after that second Showtime fight. Troy, I fear for his safety tonight. 

Troy: Well Paul, that's your opinion and you're certainly entitled to it. But keep in mind that this is simply an exhibition bout. This is not the gala spectacle that the Holyfield-Showtime fights were. We don't have celebrity judges, we don't have a celebrity referee. The referee for the fight is our own Jason Church, who was a boxing referee ten years ago. The judges are PWA employees and longtime boxing enthusiasts Rick Madsen, Scott Cornelius, and senior official Tom Stevens. Paul Ferrara will be keeping his own scorecard here in the booth for all of you at home. But Paul, to think that Holyfield is in any grave danger here is likely just not accurate. This is a friendly 10-round exhibition bout. And honestly, I'm not terribly certain that we should be holding Vydrina in such high regard. Sure, he's undefeated, but who has he faced? This is his first real challenge, and I'm interested to see how he responds to it. 

Back in the ring, we go to ring announcer Lee Palmer. 

Palmer: Ladies and gentlemen, this next bout is a 10-round boxing exhibition! Introducing first, in the blue corner, wearing blue with red trim, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing 221 pounds, he is "Boxing's Warrior," the four-time heavyweight champion of the world... Evander "The Real Deal" Holyfield! 

The bell rings and the fans cheer loudly as Holyfield acknowledges the Los Angeles crowd. 

Palmer: And his opponent, fighting out of the red corner, wearing white with black trim, from St. Petersburg, Russia, standing 6 foot 7 and weighing in at an amazing 282 pounds, he is the "Siberian Bull," the undefeated Russian National Champion, "The Angel of Death" Vladimir Vydrina! 

The fans boo as Vydrina stands stone-faced, and the two meet up in the center of the ring for instructions from Jason Church. 

Church: Alright gentlemen, we went over the rules earlier, so touch gloves and come out fighting! 

Holyfield and Vydrina touch gloves in the center of the ring, prompting the bell to sound, getting this exhibition bout underway. Holyfield comes out strong, leading with his jab, keeping the much larger Vydrina off balance. The Real Deal gets a few stiff shots in, staggering the big man, getting the crowd into it. However, about 45 seconds into the round, Vydrina begins unleashing his artillery, and the result is not pretty. Holyfield can hardly defend himself against the blinding quickness of Vydrina's blows, and after a huge left-right combo at 1:33 of the first round, Holyfield goes down. 

Troy: Unreal! Holyfield is down already! 

Ferrara: I don't like the looks of this, Troy. 

Staggering up at the count of five, Holyfield looks more surprised than hurt. However, when the two begin fighting again, there is a similar result. Vydrina outclasses Holyfield, constantly beating him to the punch, and punching with tremendous authority, violently staggering the four-time heavyweight champion of the world. Finally, at 2:05, after an absolutely devastating left hook, Holyfield crumbles like a ton of bricks. Holyfield struggles back to his feet at a count of eight, and spends the next 45 seconds staying away from Vydrina, finally making it to the end of the first round. 

Troy: Well that round was all Vydrina. 

Ferrara: It sure was, Troy. I give it to Vydrina, 10-7. But Troy, at the rate we're going here, I don't think my scorecard is going to be of much use. Holyfield needs to turn things around, and quickly. 

The bell sounds, marking the start of the second round. Holyfield and Vydrina square off in the center of the ring, Holyfield leading with his jab, trying to make a comeback. However, Vydrina counters a Holyfield right cross with a huge uppercut that floors him for the third time! Holyfield stays down until eight again, this time getting up. Jason Church tells Holyfield that he's going to stop the fight, but Evander assures him he's fine, and that he can continue. Back to action, it's more of the same, with Holyfield finding himself more than willing to fight the fight, but with his body not doing the things he wants it to do. Vydrina now begins to pummel Holyfield badly, knocking him across the ring with furious rights and lefts. At 1:48 of the second round, Vydrina hits Holyfield with a devastating combination that floors him hard. The fans are screaming at Holyfield to stay down, but Boxing's Warrior will have none of it. At the count of nine, Holyfield reaches his feet, and this time, Church screams at him that if he goes down again, he's stopping the fight. 

Vydrina comes in, looking for a knockout blow, but Holyfield ducks it and begins going to work on Vydrina's ribs, which momentarily energizes the crowd. Holyfield can't keep the pressure on long, as he is clearly battered and bruised, hardly able to stand up. Vydrina then goes back on the offensive, tying Holyfield up in the ropes and pummeling him brutally. However, Holyfield will not go down. Finally, after about seven straight unprotected shots, Vydrina rears back and unloads on a vulnerable Holyfield, bashing him hard in the skull with a brutal right hand, flooring the former champion, and prompting Jason Church to immediately stop the fight. 

Troy: Oh my God! This was supposed to be an exhibition! 

Ferrara: I guess someone forgot to tell that to Vydrina. Troy, Holyfield might be seriously hurt in there. 

Troy: Either way, Paul... Vladimir Vydrina is for real. 

Ferrara: Yeah, well there's no disputing that now, is there? 

Palmer: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this bout via knock-out at 2:08 of the second round, "The Angel of Death" Vladimir Vydrina! 

The fans boo raucously as "Exorcism" hits and Vydrina and his contingent exit, while a completely unconscious Holyfield receives medical attention from EMTs. 
WINNER VIA KNOCK-OUT AT 2:08 OF THE 2ND ROUND: VLADIMIR VYDRINA

SEGMENT 11: BACKSTAGE:

A camera is set in a tight shot, showing the intertwined "HB" Hot Boy$ logo written in white on a black coat. The fans cheer until they realize it belong to Romeo, who turns around looking at Rick Madsen as he holds his microphone.

Madsen: Romeo, the time is getting near. You have called your match tonight against Jaguar the biggest one of your entire career. With that match looming, what are you thinking now?

Romeo: I'm thinking that it’s my time Rick. Think about my resume. I have held 11 different championships in my career. There have been 18 PWA Champions, and you would think that a guy who has held so many titles wouldn't have to beg for something as simple as a title shot. I got tired of being overlooked, so I chose to do something about it. I got tired of being one half of the greatest tag team ever, and even though I was half the team, all I heard was "Jaguar this, and Jaguar that". I chose to do something about it. I got tired of living in Jaguar's shadow, so I chose to do something about it. I had to beat the hell out of him to prove a point, and that point is that Romeo isn't taking his time here for granted anymore. I'm not playin games anymore. Now I'm gonna clarify something that people have been missing. I keep hearing that in order to get where I need to be, I need to drop the image of being a Hot Boy. It’s all of you idiots saying that that made me realize that my time is now. None of you fans out there know how a true Hot Boy gets down. You guys hear the words "Hot Boy$" and think of Jaguar. Jag is a brother to me, but he's a brother that did me wrong and he sure as hell ain't no Hot Boy! I'm the hottest of the hot, and tonight, you're gonna see a new Playboi. Not the same guy that kisses the asses of the fans, the guy who goes out and takes what he wants, without giving a damn what anybody has to say about it. Jag, is this simple. I want it, and you got it, and now, I'm gonna have to go in your pocket. I'm taking your shine, and I promise you, I'm gonna leave you lying when I do it.

Romeo then storms off the set, leaving Madsen looking on blankly as he does so.

SEGMENT 12: MATCH 7: PWA INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP:
JON DULBERG © VS. PAUL DAWKINS VS. MIKE GRIECO:
Referee: Billy Vargas

Back at ringside, “Da Repercussions” by 50 Cent hits and the fans begin booing raucously as Mike Grieco makes his way to the ring, noticeably without Dee Licious at his side.

Troy: Where’s Dee, Paul?

Ferrara: Actually Troy, I spoke to Grieco earlier tonight, and he told me that he was keeping Dee backstage tonight, because he wanted to be completely focused on becoming International Champion for a record third time, and he felt her presence at ringside would be a distraction.

As Grieco settles in the ring, ready for his match, “Black” by Sevendust hits and the fans begin cheering wildly as Paul Dawkins makes his way to the ring. Dawkins, his popularity with the fans growing on a weekly basis, heads into the ring, looking completely focused on his opportunity tonight to claim the International Championship. As Grieco and Dawkins, no strangers to each other, stare each other down in the ring, “Not Falling” by Mudvayne hits, signaling the arrival of the reigning champ. The fans boo loudly as “The Human Highlight” Jon Dulberg approaches the ring, set to defend the International belt in triple threat action. Dulberg removes the belt and heads into the ring, prompting the bell to sound, getting this title match underway.

Troy: Alright, here it is! International title!

Ferrara: Look Troy, Dawkins is going right after Grieco! I think this is more payback for Grieco powerbombing Liz Rush a few months back!

Dawkins immediately pummels Grieco to the mat, but Dulberg quickly gets himself involved in the action, stomping away on Dawkins. Dulberg and Grieco then form a makeshift alliance, tossing Dawkins into the corner and stomping away on him, trying to wear down the two-time former tag team champion, who both men view as a serious threat.

Troy: You know Paul, I’m really glad Commissioner Cox decided to make this match a first-pin-wins triple threat match as opposed to elimination rules, because I truly believe that Grieco and Dulberg would have just ganged up on Dawkins and eliminated him. This gives everyone a fair shake.

Ferrara: It’s true Troy. You saw how Grieco and Dulberg colluded to get Dawkins out of this title match to begin with, they definitely would have employed a similar strategy here tonight.

Dawkins perseveres in the early going, fending off the attack of the two men, finally getting himself back into the match, and getting himself an advantage. Dawkins clotheslines Grieco over the top and to the outside of the ring, focusing in on the International Champion. Dulberg comes at Dawkins hard, stinging him with kicks and punches, but Dawkins perseveres, catching Dulberg and nailing him hard with a t-bone suplex! Dulberg gets up, but Dawkins blasts him down with a spinebuster! Dawkins then signals for the MOAB, but before he can do anything about it, Mike Grieco gets back into the ring and clubs Dawkins down with a huge forearm. Grieco lifts Dawkins up and whips him hard into the ropes, charging at him with a thunderous clothesline. Dawkins staggers backward after the impact, and Grieco downs him with a big suplex. Grieco covers… one, two, and Dulberg breaks up the count.

Troy: I thought Grieco had it there.

Ferrara: Me too, Troy. I think Dulberg just saved his title.

After this, Grieco and Dulberg begin brawling, both men jockeying for position, looking to down the other man and leave here with the International title that they view as theirs. Grieco and Dulberg exchange fists viciously, with Grieco getting the advantage, flooring Dulberg with a huge right hand. Grieco then turns around, but is downed by a big spinning heel kick from a rising Paul Dawkins! Grieco gets to his feet, but Dawkins grabs him and heaves him over the top rope, down to the mat! Back in the ring, Jon Dulberg is rising, and Dawkins squares off with him in the center of the ring. Dulberg looks to gain the advantage, but Dawkins whips him into the corner hard! Dawkins then charges him and nails him with the Stinger Splash! Dulberg staggers forward, but right into the MOAB! Dawkins lifts up the champion… and nails him hard with the move right in the center of the ring! Dawkins covers and Grieco rolls into the ring… one, two, three! Grieco is not in time! We have a new champion!

Troy: Yes! Yes! Paul Dawkins has done it! Paul Dawkins is the new International Champion!

Ferrara: And these people are loving it!

Sevendust’s “Black” hits the speakers and Paul Dawkins celebrates with his newly-won championship in the center of the ring. He then exits toward the back, an ear-to-ear grin on his face after winning his first singles title, as the fans cheer on with raucous approval.
WINNER VIA PINFALL AT 12:37 AND NEW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION: PAUL DAWKINS

SEGMENT 13: MATCH 8: SOLOMON VS. THE ICEMAN JASON CALYSTO:
Referee: Dan Martin

As the ring clears and the fans settle down, the bell sounds again and the crowd erupts into ferocious jeers as “Hear Me” by Darkseed hits and the Alaskan Monster Solomon makes his way to the ring, accompanied, as always, by Superagent Walter Gindin. Solomon appears to be incredibly focused tonight as he enters the ring.

Troy: Look at the look on Solomon’s face, Troy. I’ve never seen anything like that before.

Ferrara: Yeah Troy. Solomon is out here tonight to prove a point, to prove that he can hang with a Hall of Famer. Jason Calysto actually told this man that he doesn’t respect him a few weeks back, and you know that comment is something that Solomon hasn’t forgotten, and won’t soon forget either. Solomon is here tonight to beat some respect out of The Iceman.

As Solomon stands in the ring, awaiting his opposition, “F*ckin in the Bushes” by Oasis hits and the crowd bursts into boisterous cheers as The Iceman Jason Calysto makes his way to the ring. Calysto wastes no time getting to the ring, immediately pounding away on his much larger opponent as the bell sounds.

Calysto gets the advantage in the early going, beating Solomon back to the corner, before stinging him with numerous, consecutive thunderous chops to the chest. Solomon moves forward, but Calysto keeps the pressure mounted, with chop after chop after chop. Quickly, Solomon is angered by the display, and takes it out on the Iceman, grabbing him by the throat and hurling him into the corner, before pounding away on him with numerous, thunderous blows to the body, showing Calysto that he can dish out even more punishment. Calysto stumbles forward, and Solomon grabs him, hurling him across the ring with a huge belly-to-belly suplex. Calysto slowly makes it to his feet, but Solomon tattoos him with a big clothesline, and then follows up by stomping away at his midsection and keeping the legendary performer grounded.

Troy: It’s been all Solomon thus far, Paul.

Ferrara: I think we all expected the match to go down this way, at least in the early going.

Calysto keeps fighting to get back to a vertical base, but Solomon -- now in firm control of the match -- won't let it happen. The Alaskan Monster keeps the Iceman grounded and cornered, taking his offensive weapons away from him. Calysto hits Solomon with a few stiff blows to the jaw, but Solomon comes back with a huge knee to the midsection that lifts Calysto off the mat. Solomon then shoves Calysto into the corner, perches him on the top rope, and nails him with a thunderous superplex. Solomon covers… one, two, and Calysto kicks out!

Troy: You know Paul, I had doubts about Calysto’s ability to kick out right there.

Ferrara: Yeah, I did too, Troy. But Calysto is full of surprises.

Solomon keeps the pressure mounted, but as the match wears on, he soon finds out that it is intensely difficult to keep Calysto down. After controlling the match for a good deal of time, Jason Calysto begins mounting a comeback, pounding Solomon into the ropes, staggering him. Calysto shoves Solomon off the ropes and rolls him into a cradle as he returns! One, two, and Solomon kicks out! Solomon gets up, but Calysto immediately downs him with an armdrag! Solomon gets up again, but the Iceman hits him with a big dropkick that floors him! Calysto then goes up to the top rope and looks for a big cross body, but a rising Solomon catches him, and slams him to the mat hard! Calysto gets up, but Solomon nearly takes his head off with a huge boot! With Calysto prone, Solomon signals for the Deep Freeze.

Troy: Oh no, you know what this means.

Ferrara: I sure do. Solomon is looking to end things right here, right now. It’s not looking good for Jason Calysto.

Solomon lifts Calysto for the move, but Calysto slips out, whips Solomon against the ropes, hits the ropes himself, and nails Solomon with the Spinning Heel Kick, energizing this capacity crowd! Solomon slowly gets to his feet as Calysto revitalizes himself, but when Solomon rises, Calysto nails him with a huge mafia kick! Wasting no time, Calysto heads up to the top rope. With the Iceman sitting on his perch, Walter Gindin tries to grab his leg, but Calysto kicks him off. Then, Calysto dives off, nailing a rising Solomon with the Bottom Line! Calysto hooks the leg… one, two, th-and Solomon kicks out!

Troy: So close!

Ferrara: Yet so far!

Undaunted, Calysto waits with baited breath for Solomon to get to his feet. When he does, Calysto tries to hit him with the Icebreaker, but Solomon slips out. Solomon then grabs Calysto for the Deep Freeze, but Calysto slips out and drives Solomon to the mat with the Crossface! The fans get to their feet as Calysto cinches it in tightly, perhaps inching closer towards becoming the first man to ever make Solomon tap out! He keeps the pressure applied in a huge way but, finally, Solomon is able to make it to the ropes and grab them, forcing the hold to be broken!

Calysto obliges and releases the hold, again waiting for Solomon to get up. This time, when Solomon rises, Calysto boots him in the stomach and, in an amazing feat of strength, nails Solomon with the Icebreaker! Calysto wastes no time, immediately hooking the leg for the cover… but Walter Gindin is on the apron, distracting referee Dan Martin! After counting to five himself in the ring, Calysto gets off Solomon, grabs Gindin by the shirt, and decks him right in the jaw, knocking him off the apron and to the ground!

Troy: Yes! Finally! Gindin gets what he deserves!

Ferrara: He wears glasses, Troy! I can’t believe he just hit a man with glasses! This is terrible!

Calysto then turns around, stunned to find Solomon on his feet! The Iceman hesitates for just a split second, enough for Solomon to blast him with a huge boot to the jaw. Solomon then lifts Calysto off the mat and nails him with a thunderous Deep Freeze right in the center of the ring! Solomon hooks the leg… one, two, three.

Troy: I don’t believe it! Jason Calysto has been defeated by Solomon!

Ferrara: Solomon remains once-defeated in singles matches! But what a match!

Troy: You have to give a huge assist to Walter Gindin there. Paul, I think Calysto had him with the Icebreaker.

Ferrara: I guess we’ll never know.

Darkseed’s “Hear Me” blasts onto the speakers as the fans boo raucously, not at all happy with the way this match turned out. Solomon exits the ring, tossing Gindin over his shoulder and carrying him to the back as Calysto lies on the mat, holding his head. As Calysto sits up, the look on his face tells the story that this is not over.

WINNER VIA PINFALL AT 16:28: SOLOMON

SEGMENT 14: BACKSTAGE:

The crowd bursts into cheers when they see Traci Reed standing with Scythe, in front of a large backdrop for Salvation.

Reed: Scythe, Salvation is here and the moment you've been waiting for has arrived. Shortly, you will face Bishop Cross in one last match, but an added element is that no one knows who the special referee is. How do you think your match will go, and does this mystery worry you?

Scythe: Confidence and focus is the key, Traci. I need to have those components in every single match that I go into, and this is no exception. Even if it's against a man that knows my every move, a man that has made it his sole purpose in life to make mine miserable. Bishop Cross and I go a long way back, but it's time to put the past to rest. Tonight, I'm not going out there just to wrestle a match. I'm going to make him remember what it means to fight with honor. As for the referee, I'll admit that I'm curious as to who it is, but all that matters is that he does his job and counts to three, putting an end to this war. So, Bishop Cross, this is our final battle. It's time for this Samurai to cut you down.

Scythe heads down the hall, and the crowd grows in anxiety as they prepare for the upcoming match.

SEGMENT 15: MATCH 9: SCYTHE VS. BISHOP CROSS:
Referee: ???

The crowd's buzzing turns into a huge outburst of cheers as Linkin Park's "With You" begins to play over the speakers. The entrance ramp is choked with thick smoke and the strobe lights flicker quickly as Scythe runs out. The crowd goes wild at the sight of The Modern Day Samurai as he runs to each side of the stage and then makes his way down the ramp.

Ferrara: They're going nuts for Scythe tonight!

Troy: Scythe is from this Southern California area, and you know he's got a bunch of hometown fans here tonight!

Ferrara: The cheers are nice, but Bishop Cross is not. These guys have battled ever since early November, and Bishop Cross is definitely looking to make his mark on Scythe by defeating him in his backyard tonight. And honestly, I don't think whomever the special referee is will make much of a difference to him.

Troy: We'll see about that when the ref is brought out.

Scythe disrobes in the ring as the house lights go pitch black and "Phantom of The Opera Overture" by Andrew Lloyd Webber begins. The familiar cloaked druids each use their flaming torches to light Bishop Cross' way to the ring, and the enigmatic superstar is booed heavily the entire time. Cross walks over to the ring steps and the lights come back up as he climbs into the ring. Cross disrobes and instantly locks eyes with Scythe as the crowd waits for the arrival of the special guest referee. They do not have to wait long as "Sirius" by The Alan Parsons Project begins faintly.

Ferrara: Alright who is it?

Troy: I don't know yet, but apparently we're about to find out.

Palmer: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our special guest referee.....Ricky "The Dragon" Steeeeeeeamboat!

Troy: Holy cow! It’s Rick Steamboat!

Ferrara: Didn't he train these two guys?

Troy: He sure did. Steamboat trained both Bishop Cross and Scythe, and now he will officiate this contest between his two students!

Steamboat arrives to an incredible ovation, and he takes his usual modest approach by simply waving to the crowd and acknowledging both men in the ring. Steamboat makes it clear that he will call this contest down the middle and both men nod in agreement, giving the official the chance to ask for the bell.

Scythe and Cross come face to face in the center of the ring, and every eye in the building watches as neither says a word. Both carry stoic looks on their faces until Cross hawks back and spits right in the face of Scythe! The former PWA Champion then gets things underway quickly by tackling Cross down and mounting him to unload with rights and lefts to the face! Scythe begins to establish a clear advantage and the crowd cheers until Steamboat grabs Scythe by the torso and yanks him off!

Ferrara: There ya go Dragon!

Troy: He did say he would call it down the middle and those fists are illegal.

Scythe doesn't argue and goes back after Cross, but his rival takes him down with a drop toe hold that snaps his neck down hard against the middle rope! Scythe is still attached to the rope when Cross hits the opposite cables and crashes down across his back!

Scythe falls to the mat, but Cross lifts him up and smacks him hard with a knife-edge chop. Scythe comes back with one of his own, but Cross comes back with a hard one that sends Scythe down to the canvas. Cross furthers the attack by lifting Scythe up and scoring with an inverted atomic drop that precedes a big running clothesline! Scythe goes down hard and Cross covers for a two count.

Cross glares at Steamboat, who doesn't flinch a bit as his former student grabs Scythe in a short arm scissors. Cross turns the move into a sitting armbar, and Scythe struggles to clasp his hands together to relieve the pressure.

Troy: Scythe is in a bad way here.

Ferrara: He's got the right thing in mind. He needs to get those hands together, or else he'll get that arm broken again for sure.

Troy: That's right, Bishop Cross is working on the surgically repaired arm of Scythe, which was done just about a year ago.

Cross pulls back tightly, but Scythe rolls with his momentum to lock his hands together. Cross is on his back and both shoulders are touching the mat, prompting Steamboat to make a two count before a shoulder shoots up. Cross refuses to let go, so Scythe shows a dazzling display of strength by lifting him up and slamming him down without breaking his grip!

Cross gets up, but is sent down hard with a dropkick. Cross gets up again, but runs into a flapjack from Scythe. Cross gets up again and runs into another flapjack. Scythe follows up with a third flapjack and Cross gets up leaning against the ropes, allowing Scythe to charge forward and clothesline him over the top rope with tremendous impact! 

Troy: What a nice offensive series for Scythe!

Ferrara: Those were some flapjacks. You know, my mama used to love making flapjacks. I said "Mama..I like flapjacks ---"

Troy: Could you focus on the match instead of food Paul?!

Cross struggles to his feet on the outside as Scythe climbs up to the top rope. Cross gets to his feet and Scythe jumps off to crash down atop him, sending both to the floor hard! The crowd cheers Scythe's risk-taking, and The Modern Day Samurai rolls Cross back into the ring for a pin. He makes the cover and Steamboat counts one...two...and Cross kicks out!

Scythe puts his hands on his knees, pondering his next move before pointing to Steamboat and then to the top rope. Scythe heads up top, obviously looking for Steamboat's Flying Cross Body Press, but Cross springs up and hits the top rope, straddling Scythe across the top turnbuckle! Cross gets back up and grabs Scythe by the hair. With him still on the top rope, Cross brings Scythe's head out of the corner and spikes him into the canvas with a sickening DDT!

Ferrara: That's it Troy! Thanks for coming Scythe!

Cross makes a cover, but doesn't hook a leg. Steamboat counts one...two....and Scythe kicks out!

Troy: No! Scythe kicked out of it!

Ferrara: After THAT DDT?! Unbelievable!

Cross argues with Steamboat, who explains his cadence was consistent. A frustrated Cross then peels Scythe off the mat and puts his head between his legs before signaling for The Crossfire. He lifts him up, but Scythe breaks his grip in mid-air, lands on his feet and grabs Cross around the collar before planting him with The Flying Dragon Slam! Scythe then kips up off the mat and The STAPLES Center goes crazy!

Troy: We all know what’s next! Scythe is going for The Diving Blade!

Ferrara: Cross cannot allow himself to fall victim to that if he wants to win this one!

Scythe drags Cross to a corner and begins his climb to the top rope. With flashbulbs exploding, Scythe takes off and nails him with the Diving Blade moonsault right across the chest! Scythe covers and hooks both legs as Steamboat and the crowd counts 1------2-----3!

Troy: Big win for Scythe!

Ferrara: He just seemed to have a little bit more than Bishop Cross did tonight.

"With You" hits again and the crowd goes into a frenzy as Scythe is announced the winner. Steamboat raises Scythe's arm, but it only lasts until he is spun around from behind by Cross! Bishop Cross gets right in Steamboat's face before shoving him hard. 

Troy: The Dragon is a former NWA Champion, he will not be intimidated!  

Steamboat responds with a piercingly sharp chop to the chest, followed by a double hand chop. Cross charges, but is taken down with a trademark deep armdrag. Cross is backed up against the ropes and Scythe charges at him to send him back out with a big clothesline! "With You" hits again and Steamboat raises Scythe's arm again, giving the crowd ample time to cheer as teacher and student exit the ring to a big ovation.

WINNER VIA PINFALL AT 18:17: SCYTHE

SEGMENT 16: BACKSTAGE:

The crowd cheers as the camera cuts backstage to the locker room area, where Scott Cornelius is standing next to a pacing Jaguar. Jaguar walks back and forth and slings the title belt over his shoulder as Cornelius begins to speak.

Cornelius: Jaguar, I have known you for a few years, and I can honestly say I have never seen you so intense before a match. It was just over two years ago that you won that PWA Title for the first time by beating Vulture right here in this very arena. Romeo won the Progressive Title in New York City that same night, but now you are about to meet for the biggest prize in the business. What do you have to say?

Jaguar: That was a nice history lesson Corny, but speaking of Vulture, I heard that he mentioned my name on Frequency about two weeks ago. Said I didn't call him while he was hurt or something, and then had the nerve to say he didn't go after GI Jew because he's my boy. I'm gonna tell you how real it is with Vulture. Nobody called him while he was hurt, because after he got dumped on his melon and whacked in the head by Lauren, he went into his little shell where he moves, changes all of his info and doesn't contact anyone for months. It happens constantly and we have all seen it before. Remember I was the first one to defend you after it went down. As far as GI Jew goes, don't feed me that stupid explanation. You were scared then and you're scared now and even though you got a little win tonight, you won't be able to hide behind the beef forever numbnuts. Now onto Romeo, I heard what he had to say earlier and there was a lot of interesting perceptions. He talked about how I wasn't a real Hot Boy and how he needs to step out of a shadow by proving he's realer than me. What he fails to realize is that I never created any shadow for him. (Holds up the belt) This is what created a shadow for him. I earned every opportunity I got and worked my ass off to get where I'm at. I didn't take my time for granted. I came in to work and didn't stop working until my goal was reached. You see, Romeo likes to cut corners to get what he wants and that’s exactly what he tried to do to me. Sure, I'm not fully healed from my concussion, I got dropped on a chair, but I'm ready to go tonight. More ready than I have been in a very long time.

Jaguar stops speaking as Commissioner Cox comes over and shakes his hand.

Cox: I'm sorry to interrupt Jag, but I just wanted to wish you good luck in your match and I hope you prove to everybody exactly why you are the true champion of this industry.

Jaguar: No disrespect Kerry, but I could care less about the ORA and whoever holds their belt. There is no power struggle for titles with me. This belt right here says that I am the absolute best in the world at what I do, and that is what I go out there to show. But tonight, it’s not about this. This is the most personal fight I have ever been in, and it will not be pretty. So you say you want it and I got it? Well now is your time cuz, step on up and come take it.

Jaguar reaches down and grabs his ring jacket, shades and hat before walking out of the room and turning on the hallway that leads to the ring.

SEGMENT 17: JUMBOTRON:

The camera cuts to the Jumbotron, where an extensive video package airs, highlighting the long-building feud between former tag team partners Jaguar and Romeo, which has resulted in tonight’s main event match for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship.

SEGMENT 18: MATCH 10: PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP:
JAGUAR © VS. ROMEO:
Referee: Tom Stevens

Lee Palmer climbs back into the ring, prepared to introduce the participants for our final match of the evening.

Palmer: The following matchup is our main event and it is scheduled for one fall for The PWA World Heavyweight Championship!

Three D-Bombs whistle upon their descent and explode upon contact with the stage as "I Want It (You Got It)" by Chopper City's Baby Gangsta begins.

Palmer: Introducing first, the challenger. From Atlanta, Georgia, weighing 265 pounds, he is Da Playboi, he is....Roooooooo-meoooooooo! 

The new music doesn't leave anyone taken by surpise, because the crowd gets all over the challenger as he steps out from the curtain. Romeo watches the smoke dissipate from his pyro before slowly making his way towards the ring. He completely ignores the crowd's reaction until climbing up on the turnbuckles and motioning his hands around his waist, signaling a new resting place for the PWA Title belt. He hops down and removes his Hot Boy$ overcoat and bouncing off the ropes. "Real Big" by Cash Money's DJ Mannie Fresh hits next, prompting an immense wave of cheers as Palmer tries to speak over them.

Palmer: And his opponent, from Jacksonville, Florida, weighing 252 pounds, he is the PWA Heavyweight Champion of The Worrrrrrrld, this.......is..........Jaaaaaaaag-uarrrrrrrrrrrr!

Jaguar steps out to an absolutely deafening pop from the crowd, but doesn't begin to notice his fans. He steps out to the middle of the stage and removes his Hot Boy$ jacket, then his backwards hat and shades. The camera closes in to find the champion's eyes piercing a hole through his former partner as his flaming fireworks erupt behind him. Jaguar doesn't flinch as the fire rages, and he simply power walks down to the ring and climbs up the steps.

Troy: Did you just see the look on Jaguar's face?

Ferrara: He's usually a fun-loving guy, but we know this one isn't fun and games. I have known Jaguar for a very long time and I can honestly say I have never seen the man more intense for a match.

Jaguar climbs into the ring and removes the belt from his waist, perhaps for the final time, before handing it to senior referee Tom Stevens. Stevens holds it in front of Romeo, who stares at the gold quickly, and then in front of Jaguar, who pats his belt before allowing the ref to hold it high into the air and call for the bell.

Troy: Alright here we go. In the same spot where Jaguar won his first PWA Championship by defeating Vulture at Revival of 2002, he now faces the only man closer to him than Vulture.

Ferrara: These two guys were the best tag team to ever put on a pair of boots; the numbers don't lie. They have eight tag titles in three different organizations. But only one thing was able to break them apart, and that is the biggest prize in all the land, The World Heavyweight Championship.

Troy: This is the third straight pay-per-view main event for each of these men. We all saw that heinous attack by Romeo last month, and now the Hot Boy$ will collide for it all.

The Hot Boy$ circle the ring and meet in the center, but instead of locking up, they instantly get the crowd hyped by trading fists! Romeo lands some heavy shots, but it is Jaguar's taped right hands that send the challenger reeling. Jaguar backs Romeo to the ropes and whips him off, but Romeo reverses the whip. Jaguar bounces off the ropes and quickly downs Romeo with a flying clothesline.

Both men get up quickly, but Romeo takes the lead with a knee to the midsection. He follows up with another and quickly scoops Jaguar up for a powerslam, but Jaguar slips behind him. Jaguar begins to tie him in position for The Carrjack, but Romeo quickly slips out and slides out of the ring as the crowd boos him.

Troy: Jaguar was looking to end things early there.

Ferrara: He was, but nobody knows this man's moves like Romeo does. He felt that Carrjack coming miles away and he did the right thing by regrouping on the outside. Jaguar is smart not to chase him.

Romeo waits until the count of seven to walk back up the steps and climb back into the ring. Jaguar approaches, but Romeo greets him with a sharp kick to the gut. He follows with another before barreling Jagaur back into a corner. Romeo delivers a shoulder to the midsection Irish whipping Jaguar into the opposite corner. Romeo charges, but Jaguar slides out and Romeo crashes chest-first into the turnbuckles. Jaguar hits the ropes and nails Romeo with a jumping side kick that sends him sliding under the bottom rope to the arena floor!

Romeo gets to his feet and Jaguar grabs the top rope to attempt a plancha, but nobody is home when he lands because Romeo ducks out of the way! Romeo grabs Jaguar and quickly rolls him into the ring before rolling back in himself. He gets Jag off the mat and into position for a sidewalk slam, but he drops him over his knee in a big backbreaker! Romeo covers for one....two....and Jaguar kicks out.

Romeo continues to work on the back by clubbing Jaguar in the spine and taking him down with a vertical suplex. Romeo then furthers it by planting a knee against Jaguar's back and wrenching back on his chin in a rear chinlock.

Ferrara: Excellent strategy by Romeo. Romeo knows Jaguar has had a long history of back problems. He was there to see how his surgery went about a year and a half ago.

Troy: Jaguar is close to a lot of people in this business, but none is closer than Romeo, which Da Playboi is using to his advantage right now. Jaguar holds the same opportunity against Romeo, but he is on the defensive right now.

Jaguar begins to get to his feet and breaks the hold by taking Romeo down with a belly-to-back suplex. Both men get to their feet and Romeo approaches Jaguar, but Jag kicks him in the gut and drops him chin-first across his knee, snapping Romeo back to the canvas.

Jaguar then exits the ring for the top rope. He looks for lift off with a flying tackle, but Romeo drops to the mat and Jaguar soars right over him, landing chest-first! Romeo gets back up and grabs Jaguar by both legs before slingshotting him high into the corner, so high that Jaguar's forehead connects with the iron ringpost! Jaguar is stood up, woozy from the blow, and Romeo acts rapidly by kicking him in the gut, setting him up and nailing him with The Dre Day Powerbomb!

Ferrara: Romeo just nailed Dre Day, and he got all of it!

Troy: That's gotta do it! We're gonna see a new champion here!

Romeo quickly covers and hooks a leg as Stevens counts one.......two......thre-but Jaguar kicks out!

Troy: He kicked out! He kicked out! Jaguar has just kicked out of The Dre Day Bomb!

Romeo gets up and goes berzerk on Tom Stevens, backing him into a corner demanding a turnover of his decision. Stevens stands firm, and Romeo backs off once he sees Jaguar rise to his feet, groggy with blood trickling from his head. The crowd groans at the same sight on The Jumbotron, but Romeo springs back to action by peppering Jaguar with two right hands. He then whips him to the ropes and catches Jaguar on his return with a big spinebuster! Romeo covers again, but Jaguar refuses to stay down as he kicks out at two. Romeo then decides to finish Jaguar off by attacking his back. He grabs Jaguar by the arms and intertwines them with his legs to lock him in the extremely painful Playboi Pinch!

Troy: Da Playboi Pinch! I haven't seen Romeo use this move in months!

Ferrara: Romeo is pulling out all the stops here!

Jaguar hollers out in excessive pain, but shakes his head no when asked to give it up. Jaguar positions his legs near the ropes and gets a boot on the bottom rope, forcing Romeo to break the hold. Jaguar kneels by the ring ropes to get some sort of a breather, but Romeo stays relentless. The challenger charges, but Jaguar drops down and low bridges the top rope, sending Romeo hurling over the top to the arena floor!

Jaguar regains some energy before hopping out of the ring to go after Romeo. they near the announce table and Jaguar grabs Romeo by the head before trying to slam it into the wood, but Romeo blocks it and nails Jag with an elbow to the ribs before smashing his head across the table!

Troy: They're getting dangerously close to us here!

Romeo: Get the hell up! Move!

Ferrara: Don't have to ask me twice.

The commentators scurry, leaving their headsets behind as Romeo rolls Jaguar atop the table. He removes The PWA banner and tosses it on the floor before climbing up himself. He grabs a battered Jaguar and puts him in position for another Dre Day Bomb! The crowd begs for Jaguar to escape, but Romeo manages to lift him up. Instead of being driven down, Jaguar finds a way to break Romeo's grip and he grabs the challenger by the head before driving him through the wood with a hurricane DDT!

The L.A. faithful burst out into chants of "Holy Sh*t!" as Stevens quickly peels away the shards to find the wreckage beneath. A bloody Jaguar rises first, and he drags a now bloodied Romeo back to the ring. He rolls the challenger back inside on his back before making another climb up to the top rope. Romeo is motionless as Jaguar takes flight and connects with The Suga Splash to a huge pop! Jaguar makes a cover and Stevens counts one.........two........thr-but Romeo kicks out!

Troy: Oh my God! Romeo has just kicked out of The Suga Splash!

Ferrara: And that's after being driven through our table!

Jaguar struggles to his feet, but grabs Romeo up by the shirt before grabbing him in a front facelock. Jaguar looks for Version 1.0, but before he can get Romeo up, Da Playboi bum rushes him back into a corner! Romeo stumbles backwards a bit, but then runs at Jaguar. The champion gets both boots up and connects with Romeo's grill, spinning him around. Romeo doesn't hit the mat, at least not until Jaguar runs up behind him and compresses him like an accordion with a Carrjack!

Troy: Carrjack! Jaguar is a cover away from retaining the title!

Ferrara: Romeo is out like a light! Nobody is home in there now Troy!

Jaguar crawls over to Romeo and hooks both legs as Stevens begins to count. The crowd joins him as Stevens counts one...............two...............three, but no! Romeo gets a shoulder up barely before the three! The crowd cheers, but Stevens waives it off, holding up two fingers as Jaguar looks on in sheer disbelief!

Troy: I thought Jaguar got it done there, but Romeo has just survived an explosive Carrjack!

Ferrara: These guys have each taken multiple finishers from one another, and still, neither has gone down!

Troy: We don't have a table anymore, but we've got one helluva PWA Championship match!

Both Hot Boy$ are bruised, battered and bloodied as they reach their feet to slug it out again. Jaguar's fists begin to win the battle again, but Romeo overshoots on a wild right and Jaguar spins him around to connect with a big atomic drop! Romeo reels backwards into a corner and Jaguar wastes little time in mounting the turnbuckles to go to work. He lights up Romeo's bloody forehead with huge, taped right hands, and the crowd counts along, one...two...three...four...five...six...seven...eight..., but before they can reach nine, Romeo grabs Jaguar's legs out from under him and walks out with him on his shoulders to drop him with a second Dre Day Powerbomb!

Troy: Dre Day! Romeo just hit a second Dre Day Powerbomb!

Ferrara: But he's down as well!

Romeo and Jaguar are both down on the mat, but Romeo stirs while Jaguar lies flat on his back. Romeo gets up and stumbles backwards into the ropes, but he throws a fist into the air and adjust his black bandana in the trademark sign for Dre Day!  Romeo drops down to a knee, but gets back up, pulling Jaguar into position for another powerbomb. The crowd screams for Jaguar to get back in it, but Romeo gets him into the air, lifts him high and drills him down right on his back for the third time! Romeo collapses atop Jaguar, lying on his back as he raises the inside leg. Stevens gets back into position and counts one....................two....................three!

Troy: Oh my God! Romeo has done it!

Ferrara: We've got a new World Heavyweight Champion! This place is shocked!

"I Want It" replays as Stevens runs to get the belt and Palmer makes the official announcement.

Palmer: Here is your winner and NEW PWA Heavyweight Champion of the Worrrrrld, Da Playboi, Rooooooooo-meooooooo!

The music thumps through the PA system and the crowd boos rabildy as Stevens grabs the belt and places it into the arms of the new champion. Romeo rolls off of Jaguar and reaches his feet, staring directly into the gold belt before clutching it next to his chest.

Ferrara: They cannot believe it Troy! Romeo has just pinned Jaguar, clean as clean can be for The PWA World Heavyweight Title!

Troy: It took three Dre Day Powerbombs, but in the same arena that Jaguar won his first PWA Championship, Romeo has done the same, defeating Jaguar in an amazing matchup.

Ferrara: The song says it all. Romeo wanted it and he got it. It took him years to do it, but with this win, Romeo has now captured the Tag Team, Progressive, International and World Heavyweight Titles to become the second Grand Slam winner in history!

Troy: GI Jew is no longer alone in The Grand Slam Club. Romeo is our new World Heavyweight Champion and this arena is none too happy about it. What a night it has been folks. For Paul Ferrara, I'm Victor Troy, saying goodnight everybody!

Romeo slings the belt over his shoulder and smirks to the crowd before slowly hobbling back up the ramp. Jaguar remains motionless in the ring as Tom Stevens checks on him and calls for help. Romeo reaches the top of the stage and never looks back, instead raising the gold high into the air with his music bumping as Salvation comes to a close.

WINNER VIA PINFALL AT 22:05 AND NEW PWA WORLD CHAMPION: ROMEO

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