THOMAS AND
SEGMENT 1: INTRODUCTION:
A video package airs, highlighting events that took three
nights ago at Salvation in
Ferrara: I don’t know Troy, I always
thought he could do it, and we saw that on Saturday night, as Romeo withstood
Version 1.0, the Suga Splash, AND the Carrjack, persevering to deliver THREE
Dre Day powerbombs to his former tag team partner Jaguar and capture the PWA Championship.
Ferrara: That certainly is unfortunate
news, but Jag isn’t the only person who was bit by the injury bug on Saturday
night. After suffering a vicious Baccaro
Bomb from Jackie Baccaro en route to being upset, GI Jew suffered two broken
ribs and will also be out of action for a bit.
Neither Jaguar nor GI Jew are in attendance
here tonight.
SEGMENT 2: MATCH
1: PWA PROGRESSIVE CHAMPIONSHIP: DARRIN GILES © VS. RENEGADE:
Referee:
Dan Martin
The commentators are cut off once Earshot's "Control" begins to blast through the speakers. The crowd boos tremendously as Justin Schenck leads Darrin Giles to the ring. Schenck walks to the ring with a purpose as a cocky grin comes across the face of Giles, who removes his Progressive Championship and holds it high into the air as Schenck grabs a mic and quiets the crowd.
Schenck:
Alright, alright. I need
somebody to explain something to me. Did we or did we not witness Darrin Giles
defeat Renegade 1,2,3 at Salvation to retain his
Progressive Title? Yes, yes we did. So why in the world does Darrin have to put
his belt back on the line...in a cage match?! (Crowd cheers) It’s
absolutely ridiculous!
Sparing the crowd of more Schenck verbiage, KISS' "War Machine" plays for Commissioner Kerry Cox to make his way to the ring. Cox climbs inside and gets a microphone of his own.
Cox: Why do you
always do this Justin? These people here in Las Vegas paid their hard-earned,
well, sometimes quickly-earned money to come here and enjoy the action of the
PWA. And here you are again messing up everyone's night. To answer your
questions, yes, we did see Darrin Giles defeat Renegade at Salvation. But we
all know that it was via the use of the title belt, which
was provided by you. To me, that means Renegade deserves a rematch.
Giles: Whatever, bring him on.
Cox: In due time
kid. Now the one thing you are missing here Justin is that I never said this will
be a steel cage match. If you look up, there isn’t even a steel cage above you
nimrod. What I said was that there will be a steel cage, held above the
ring....with you inside of it! Lower the cables guys!
Schenck: What?! You
can't do this!
Cox: I can, and I
just did.
The ring crew brings out the black steel cage that will house Schenck, but The Legacy's leader refuses to climb inside. Cox exits the ring as Schenck screams at him, but the crowd's laughing turns to cheers as 50 Cent's "Piggy Bank" hits. The crowd goes nuts through the sounds of the new music, but so does Schenck once Renegade barges down the ramp towards the ring!
Schenck then forces his way into the cage and slams the door shut as the crew tries to lock it. Giles runs at Renegade, but the challenger sidesteps him and tosses him over the top rope to the arena floor! Renegade then goes back to Scheck and tugs on the door, but its now locked as Schenck is carried up above the ring!
Troy: There he goes!
Ferrara: What if
he's afraid of heights?!
Troy: Who cares?
Take him to the roof!
Renegade looks up as Schenck mocks him, knowing he is safe from the challenger, but also now 20 feet in the air. Renegade continues to look up, allowing Giles to sneak back in the ring and take him down with a bulldog headlock from behind! Tom Stevens calls for the bell to sound, and once it does, Giles goes for a cover, but only gets a two count.
Giles lifts Renegade off the mat and backs him into a corner. He smacks Renegade with a hard chop to the chest, but it only serves to fire Renegade up. Renegade quickly changes their positions and comes back with three hard chops of his own before Irish whipping him out of the corner and leveling him with a running clothesline!
Giles gets up and walks into an inverted atomic drop, giving Renegade enough time to hit the ropes and try a savate kick. Giles ducks under the kick and grabs Renegade for a reverse DDT, but Renegade spins out of it and spikes Giles with a DDT of his own! Renegade gets to his feet and motions to the crowd that Giles is going down, in a sign of the F-U.
Troy: Renegade is on
fire here! Giles isn't even out of the starting block!
Ferrara: Looks like
Justin just called in the reserves!
The camera catches Schenck obviously waving The Legacy down to the ring. Superstar Scott Hosemann and The Naturals quickly flood out from the back and surround the ring. Renegade has nowhere to turn, allowing Giles to get behind him and knee him in the back, sending him barreling into Stevens!
The referee hits the deck, and The Legacy soon hits the ring, taking full advantage of Stevens' situation. They pound Renegade down into the mat with vicious kicks, punches and stomps, and the crowd boos as Renegade fails to make a comeback. The crowd is still booing as a large man hops over the security railing and quickly climbs into the ring. The camera is behind him, unable to capture his face.
Troy: There's a fan
in the ring!
Ferrara: Wait,
that's no fan Troy! That’s....Briggs!
Troy: Briggs?! Oh my
God! Briggs is back!
The man in the ring is indeed Briggs, who The Legacy injured on Frequency several months ago. All four members are frozen in shock until Hosemann shoves Kris Anthony forward. Briggs catches The Natural and destroys him with a thunderous spinebuster! Greg Price tries his hand next, getting a big boot to the face for his troubles! Schenck freaks out up above as Hosemann tries to back off.
Giles heads up to the top rope and delivers a double axe handle to the back of Briggs' head, but the massive Canadian superstar responds by grabbing him around the throat and blasting him with a huge chokeslam! Hosemann spins Briggs around and kicks him in the gut to set up The Superstar Stunner, but Briggs shoves him to the ropes and grabs him on his return before blasting his spine with a huge sit-out powerbomb! Briggs tosses the extra Legacy members from the ring and points upward to Schenck, whose nose is now bleeding profusely as he grips onto the bars screaming for his life.
Troy: Briggs has
been out of action for months thanks to The Legacy! What a way to extract
revenge!
Ferrara: He laid the
entire Legacy out, but now Renegade is up!
Renegade gets to his feet and signals to the crowd, who is going nuts as he hoists Giles up onto his shoulders. Briggs heads back out through the crowd as Renegade taunts Giles and then drives him down hard on his back with The F-U Slam! Renegade makes a cover as Stevens gets back into position and counts one....two....three!
Troy: Yes! We've got
a new Progressive Champion, finally!
Ferrara: This is a
travesty of justice! Briggs cost Giles this match!
Troy: He did no such
thing! He evened up the odds and stopped the men who cost him a part of his
career! Justice has been served, but something tells me it’s only the
beginning!
"Piggy Bank" hits again as Stevens hands Renegade his first PWA Championship belt. The new champion holds it high and yells out of elation as Schenck drops to his knees in the cage overhead, banging on the steel in disbelief. Giles lays motionless in the ring just like his teammates outside of it as Renegade exits through the crowd to celebrate his first title victory before the commercial break.
WINNER VIA PINFALL
AT 8:48 AND NEW PROGRESSIVE CHAMPION:
RENEGADE
-- COMMERCIAL BREAK #1 --
SEGMENT 3: RINGSIDE:
Three D-Bombs whistle and explode on top of the ramp as
B.G.'s "I Want It" booms through the speakers. Boos immediately flood
the arena as all eyes turn to the entrance ramp, but they soon must shift to
the floor near the ramp, where a shiny black Maybach 62 zooms into the arena.
The driver stops the car and exits to open the back door, allowing two
ravishing women to climb out. Shortly thereafter, Romeo steps out to an
enormous amount of boos, but with The PWA World Heavyweight Championship belt
wrapped around his waist.
Palmer: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the NEW PWA
World Heavyweight Champion, Da Playboi, Rooooooo-meoooooo!
Troy: Oh jeez, would you look at this!
Ferrara: Yes! Yes I will!
Romeo extends his arms, allowing each lady to wrap their arms
around his. He then nods to the driver, who opens the opposite door, letting
two more women climb out of the car. The two ladies then lock arms with the
other girls, and Da Playboi makes his way towards the ring with four women
by his side as the strobe lights flash quickly and sparkling fireworks shoot
off behind him.
Ferrara: Romeo has two chicks on his arms, and a chick on
their arms! This guy is the man!
Troy: Well like it or not, he is our new World Heavyweight
Champion.
Ferrara: Oh I definitely like it!
They near the ring, and the ladies all climb up the ring steps as
Palmer holds the ropes open for them. All four climb inside and the ropes stay
open as the champion enters behind them. Romeo unstraps the belt from his waist
and holds it high into the air, showing a toothy grin as he peers out from
behind his shades. He then takes Palmer's microphone and waits for the crowd's
jeering to die down as he places the belt over his shoulder.
Romeo: So did I tell you so, or did I tell you so? I'm
pretty sure that I told the world before my match on Saturday that I would beat
Jaguar down, leave him laying, and take his shine. Judging by the 15 pounds of
gold on your boy, I'd say I did just that. Now I'll get into all that in a
second, but say hello to Da Playboi's girls. (Mixed reaction) Their names
aren't important because they never are, but just look at these ladies. Look at
what they've got on. Sure, they're rockin the clear heels and we know what that
means, but check out the t-shirt and...turn around baby. Is that a thong?! Ooh yes it is. A Playboi thong at that. That's right. When you're on top of
the world, people like to have your merchandise. So fresh off the presses,
we've got the brand new Romeo championship t-shirt, along with Da Playboi
thong, both available at the PWA online store by clicking the link right
about...HERE.
Troy: Pass the barf bag please.
Ferrara: Look at the thong though Troy!
Romeo: Alright, now onto Jaguar. As some of you might have
heard, Jaguar suffered yet another concussion courtesy of yours truly at
Salvation. He was carted out of the STAPLES Center on Saturday and flown back
down to that second-rate cesspool known as Jacksonville, Florida. He is resting
comfortably, but what makes me comfortable is hearing that no timetable is set
for his return. That means that he will be out for a long, long time. But now
onto what it feels like to finally be the World Heavyweight ---
Romeo is cut off once "Hot Like
Fire" by the late Aaliyah hits the PA system. The crowd roars as Camieko
power walks down to the ring with a disgusted look on her face. The former
Women's champion takes a microphone from ringside and begins to address Romeo.
Camieko: Rome, what happened to you? Huh? Sure, you're the
World Champion now, but at what cost? You put Jag in the hospital, you turned
your back on every single fan that you've got, and you even turned your back on
me. What gives?
Romeo: (Sighs) Are you serious?
For starters, I never turned my back on anyone. I just did a little something
called stepping my game up. If you did the same, maybe you'd be standing in
front of me with the Women's Championship, now wouldn't you? I got tired of
playing second fiddle Camieko, so I did something about it. I went into this
very ring and beat Jaguar from bell to bell and took what was rightfully mine.
I have been the best wrestler in the world for a long time, and now I finally
have the shine to back it up. As for Jag being in the
hospital? Oh well. It happens that way sometimes. But I told you all how
simple it was, I wanted it and I got it.
Camieko: So it’s all about you now huh? You don't give a
crap about anybody else anymore?!
Romeo: Uhhh, no. I don't have to Camieko. You sure
didn't support me in my journey to get this title, so I'm no longer supporting
you. Ladies, take out the trash.
Before Camieko can react, all four women swarm on her and take her
to the canvas. They kick off their heels and stomp the former Women's Champion
relentlessly until Romeo calls for them to dispose of her. They simply pick
Camieko up off the mat and toss her over the top rope as the crowd boos
feverishly.
Romeo: Now if you'll excuse us, we've got an all-night
event over in The Real World suite at The Palms, so we'll holla. But get used
to it folks, because Da Playboi is gonna be on top for a very long time to
come.
"I Want It" replays as Romeo exits with his entourage to
an incredibly negative reaction from the crowd.
Troy: Absolutely disgusting. I have no idea what has
gotten into Romeo!
Ferrara: The ultimate success Troy.
Troy: Whatever you wanna call it, it makes me sick. We'll
be right back.
-- COMMERCIAL BREAK #2 --
SEGMENT 4: JUMBOTRON:
On the Jumbotron, we see a shot of a black stretch
limousine riding down the
Vulture:
This is the life, my man. Here we
are baby,
Baccaro then smiles and toasts his manager as both take a
sip of the expensive champagne.
Vulture:
This is going to be a blast.
Baccaro: I’m sure of it.
Vulture and Baccaro then invite more attention from the ladies as the
camera shot fades and we return to the arena.
SEGMENT 5: MATCH 2: NON-TITLE MATCH: PWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS THE LOST SOULS VS.
PAUL EPTON & JOHN WOLFE:
Referee:
Jason Church
The crowd is unsure of what to expect when they find two men in the
ring, one who appears to be a small cruiser, and the
other who is substantially larger. They
pace about for several moments before American Head Charge's, “A Violent
Reaction” blasts over the speakers, and most of the crowd boos
at The Lost Souls. With the belts around their waists, the Tag Team Champions
walk down the aisle, eyeing their competition for the night.
Troy: We have two British newcomers in the ring. The
smaller guy in the ring is Paul Epton, while the larger one is John Wolfe. The
guy is 6'4”, 265 pounds! The guy may be new to the PWA, but he's got some
tremendous power working for him.
Ferrara: I'm not sure how well it will hold up for him.
They're going up against the Tag Team Champs. It's a non-title match, but it's
not like it matters.
The Lost Souls step into the ring and remove their belts to pose
with them, which is unappreciated by the majority of the audience. They hand
the belts to the referee, and the decisions are made as to who will begin the
match. Demon opts to start for his team, while Wolfe decides to draw the first
strike. They circle the ring and lock up in the center. The bigger Wolfe begins
to push Demon
back, but the Tag Champ moves quickly to
grab his hand and lock the newcomer in an armbar. Demon forces Wolfe into the
Champion's corner, where Demon makes the tag to Reaper.
Troy: The Lost Souls are in firm control of this match.
Ferrara: Tagging in the fresh man is always a good idea;
there's just no other way to put it.
Reaper steps into the ring and kicks the back of Wolfe's legs,
forcing him down to his knees. Demon exits the ring as Reaper continues to pour
on the damage by putting the newcomer into a headlock. The referee begins
shouting at Reaper, but
the Tag Champ feels that a sufficient
amount of damage hasn't been done yet. However, Epton feels that enough is
enough and barges into the ring, shoving Reaper so hard that he bumps head with
Speed Demon! His partner falls off the apron, while Reaper stumbles back, dizzied.
Epton heads back to his corner, and a recovered Wolfe takes hold of the Tag
Champ from behind, lifting him high into the air and slamming him flat with a
back suplex! Wolfe drags Reaper back to his corner and tags Epton into the
match!
Ferrara: Hey, these guys aren't so bad after all.
Troy: Yeah, Epton and Wolfe are giving the champs a run
for their money.
Epton steps back into the ring and takes over for Wolfe, who heads
on the apron for a much needed breather. Epton shocks Reaper with a few rights
to the face, but when he tries to whip Reaper into the ropes, the Tag Champ
reverses it! Epton comes
trampling back and Reaper tries a clothesline, but the newcomer ducks
underneath the arm! Before Reaper can even turn around, Epton digs down and
rolls up Reaper! The referee counts, one, two, and-Three?!
Troy: What… What just happened?!
Ferrara: I must've blinked and missed it, but I think the
Tag Champs just got beaten by Epton and Wolfe!
Troy: Oh man, Demon and Reaper aren't going to be happy
about that!
The bell sounds to signify the end of the match, but no one can
believe that the newcomers actually won. Even those in the back are shocked, as
it noticed when Epton and Wolfe have no music playing for their victory. As
they leave the ring and head up the ramp, Demon looks up in shock while Reaper
argues with the referee. The crowd sits in disbelief as most do not know how to
respond, before we go to a commercial.
WINNERS VIA PINFALL AT 6:23:
PAUL EPTON & JOHN WOLFE
-- COMMERCIAL BREAK #3 --
SEGMENT 6: BACKSTAGE:
Back from commercial, a very angry Speed Demon and Reaper are
backstage, in an office with PWA owner Bryan Conroy, ORA president Helen
Summers, and PWA Commissioner Kerry Cox.
Demon:
I don’t care WHAT we have to do, but we want those punks in the ring
again, right away! We’ll fight them
right now! We’re the Lost Souls! We don’t get embarrassed like this!
Reaper: And if you won’t give us what we
want, then we’re gonna take what we want anyway.
Cox: There’s no need for any of that,
gentlemen. I understand that you’re
upset, and I understand that you are probably feeling a bit embarrassed after
losing to two nobodies. But rest assured, they were a lot more than nobodies. In fact, Paul Epton and John Wolfe are the
hottest young tag team in
Conroy: Why don’t you get to the point,
Kerry? These men came here to ask for
another match against the two young British stars. Are you going to give it to them or not? Because if you’re not, I’ve talked it over
with Ms. Summers here, and I’m prepared to sign the match myself.
Cox: Oh I’ll sign the match. But it’s not going to be right now. It’s not even going to be next week. I’m going to give both Epton and Wolfe, and
you two, two full weeks to get your acts together and get ready for this
match. Because after what I’ve seen
tonight, I think it’s only fair that this match between the Lost Souls and Paul
Epton & John Wolfe in two weeks in Baltimore… be for the Tag Team
Championship! Now have a good day
gentlemen!
The fans cheer at the announcement, and the Lost Souls look
at each other before turning back to Cox.
Reaper:
You think we’re scared? We’re not
scared. We’ll put the titles on the
line, and we’ll destroy these punks.
Demon: They got lucky tonight, but in
two weeks, Paul Epton and John Wolfe will know what darkness is all about.
The Lost Souls then exit as the camera fades.
SEGMENT 7: BACKSTAGE:
A camera is set backstage in a locker room, where Renegade is
celebrating his Progressive Championship win alongside Liz Rush and the new
International Champion, Paul Dawkins.
Dawkins: I knew you could do it man. I never lost faith in
you!
Renegade: Thanks a lot. We didn't get it done on the same
night like we wanted, but we got it done dammit!
All three cheer happily until the door flies open, and an angry
looking Jason Calysto steps in.
Calysto: Congrats on your win, but I'm looking for Walter
Gindin and that Alaskan punk. Have you seen them?
Dawkins: I haven't seen em.
Renegade: Me either.
Calysto: So neither of you could see a guy 7 feet tall and
300 pounds walking around back here?
Renegade: Nope.
Dawkins: Sorry Jay.
Rush: Wait a minute. The reason they couldn't see him is
because he isn't here. I was in the catering hall earlier and I heard them say
they were leaving the show and heading to The Rio.
Calysto: The Rio huh?
Rush: Yeah.
Renegade: I hear they've got the best buffet there.
Calysto: No disrespect, but I don't think I'm hungry right
now. I'm hunting jackass tonight. Thanks guys.
Calysto turns and makes his exit, allowing the trio to get back to
their victory celebration as we head to a break.
-- COMMERCIAL BREAK #4 --
SEGMENT 8: MATCH
3: BISHOP CROSS VS. DAMIEN FIELDS:
Referee:
Billy Vargas
Metallica's “Ride the Lightning” plays, and a wave of cheers comes
to greet Damien Fields. With the crowd behind him in facing his next challenge,
Fields appears on the entryway and walks down the ramp. After tagging hands
with audience members, Fields climbs into the ring and stretches on the ropes,
feeling prepared. The house lights finally dim and a hush falls over the crowd
as the aisle begins to fill with the
cloaked Druids. Holding the torches up high, Andrew Lloyd Webber's “Phantom of
the Opera Overture” creeps onto the speakers and the arena is flooded with
jeers. After several moments, however, the music fades out.
Troy: What's going on? Fields is all ready to go, but
where's Bishop Cross?
Ferrara: I'm not sure… Come to think of it, has anyone
heard from him since Salvation?
Fields paces about in the ring as the music starts up once more,
but even the Druids seem to waver. They glance at each other, none really
knowing what to do. The crowd begins to
murmur as the lights turn back up. The camera pans around the arena, but no
sign of Cross is found. Soon enough, the cameramen head up
the ramp and to the back, where they find Bryan Conroy and Kerry Cox with Helen
Summers, speaking amongst themselves in an attempt to find out the whereabouts
of Bishop Cross.
Troy: Bishop Cross is no where to be seen. What do you think
happened?
Ferrara: Hang on a second, Troy,
the referee is talking to Palmer.
Fields stands by as Billy Vargas finishes conversing with the ring
announcer. Palmer takes a microphone and
looks out into the audience.
Palmer: Ladies and gentlemen, as a result of a
disqualification, the winner of this match is Damien Fields!
“Ride the Lightning” places once again, and the referee raises
Fields' arm in victory. The audience is confused at this strange outcome as we
go to a commercial.
WINNER VIA FORFEIT:
DAMIEN FIELDS
SEGMENT 9: JUMBOTRON:
The camera then takes us to Jaguars Gentlemen’s Cabaret on
Vulture:
Having a good time?
Baccaro: You know it.
Vulture: Feeling it yet, baby? Feeling the life? Feeling everything that will soon be yours?
Baccaro: Absolutely.
Vulture: Good. Because one day, Giacomo, when you are on top
of the world, this will be how you spend your nights, every night. Women groveling at your feet, enjoying all
the finer things in life, embracing the hedonistic, debaucherous ways that only
the true elite can live. When you become
a legend, you’ll have two choices. You
can be a role model to kids out there, you can smile,
kiss babies, and say all the right things… and I’ve been there… but when you’re
guys like us, there’s really only one true option. You can take that power, and use it to
manipulate the entire world. You can
become God. For 20 years, I lived that
life, and now, it is my job to prepare you to become everything I ever was, and
more. You have the potential, my
friend. All you need is someone to
harness it. And who better than a Hall
of Famer like me? (turning
to the women) You know, I’m not a Hall of Famer just for my prowess in the
wrestling ring. I’m at the Bellagio, why
don’t you come by my room a little later so I can show you what the Chill
Factor is all about?
The women giggle and Vulture grabs one of them and begins kissing her. The other quickly joins in. Vulture looks over and notices Baccaro
sitting back, enjoying himself.
Vulture:
Alright girls, get up, we gotta take off.
The girls “aww” in disappointment and Baccaro looks in confusion.
Stripper:
Are you coming back?
Vulture: No, you’re coming to our room
later, remember?
Stripper #2: How will we find it?
Vulture: (handing her a key) Don’t think too hard, girls.
It’s not good for you.
Vulture then signals to Baccaro and the two exit.
Baccaro:
What are you doin, man? I was
just heating up with those broads. They
were good to go.
Vulture: Oh trust me, we’ll see them again before the
night’s out. And anyway, we’re in a club
called Jaguars right now. I can only
spend so much time in a place that shares its name with an ungrateful punk that
I made a star. He wants to say that I’m
afraid? Call me “numbnuts” on
pay-per-view? What is this, fourth
grade? He’ll get his from us sooner or
later. But for now, I’m happy with the
fact that Romeo took his ass out and put him in the hospital. He deserves it. That’s what he gets for being an ingrate, after all I did for his career. Promise me, Giacomo, that you won’t take this
for granted and become an ingrate like Jaguar.
Baccaro: Oh you know
it, bro.
Vulture: That’s what I like to hear,
kid. Now let’s hit up the casinos. You feelin lucky? I sure am.
The camera shot then fades and we take a commercial break.
-- COMMERCIAL BREAK #5 --