Back from break, “Stockholm Syndrome” by Muse hits the speakers, and John Wolfe
makes his way to the ring to a sizeable ovation for our next contest.
Troy: This is a big opportunity for Wolfe here
tonight, Scott.
Hosemann: It sure is. He has the chance to win the Progressive Championship
tonight, but conspicuous by his absence is his tag team partner Paul Epton.
As Wolfe readies himself in the ring, “Marriage of
Figaro” by Mozart hits the speakers, and the fans begin booing loudly as the
Progressive Champion Dexter P. Wellington is led to the ring by his butler
Winston.
* PWA PROGRESSIVE CHAMPIONSHIP: DEXTER
P.
Referee: Jose Soares
Wellington circles Wolfe, trying to stay away from
him in the early going. However, as could be predicted, Wolfe goes right after
the champion, prompting the fans to cheer loudly.
Hosemann:
Hosemann: Well these fans don’t seem to like what he’s doing!
Simon continues to pound on Wolfe until Soaring
Phoenix comes charging down the aisle!
Hosemann: Unbelievable! What a ride!
The fans cheer wildly as “Stockholm Syndrome” booms
throughout the arena and Wolfe celebrates with his new championship. He looks
at the entryway with a bit of unease, despite the fact that Phoenix is long
gone, before turning back to the fans and reveling in his very first singles
championship victory as we head to commercial.
* WINNER VIA PINFALL AND NEW PROGRESSIVE
CHAMPION: JOHN WOLFE *
-- COMMERCIAL
BREAK --
Back from commercial, we are directed to the
Jumbotron, where a video airs. The view is of the famous fountain outside the
nearby Bellaggio Hotel and Casino and a graphic on
the screen reads “earlier today.” The camera takes us in closer, and we see
Vulture and Morgan Day seated at the fountain, talking.
Morgan: What are you going to do?
Vulture: I’m just going to tell him. What else can
I do? He’s not going to like it, but I could give a damn at this point. A lot
of these things need to come to a head tonight, and this is one of them. He
wants to know what’s going on with us, then fine, I’ll tell him. But he also
has this warped view that I’m failing him as a manager, and all I’m really
doing is trying to help him be a man. I help him out, but I want him to do a
lot of this on his own, write his own legacy separate from mine. I’m sure
everything’s going to work out just fine, so don’t you worry about it.
Morgan: So what do you want me to do?
Vulture: I want you to stay in the back tonight.
You know how he is, and I really don’t want to turn this situation into a
bigger deal than it is. Stay in the back, and I’ll take care of everything.
Trust me.
Morgan: Ok. I’ll stay in the back.
Vulture: (smiling) Come
here.
The two share a warm embrace in front of the majestic fountain and
engage in a warm, passionate kiss, before smiling at each other and continuing
to hug as the video fades out and we take another commercial break.
Troy: The confrontation
between Jackie Baccaro and Vulture is still to come tonight, folks! Stay tuned!
-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --
As we return, “Edge of the Earth” by 30 Seconds to
Mars blares onto the speakers, and the fans begin booing loudly as Army of the
Damned member Loki makes his way to the ring, alone. As Loki settles himself in
the ring, “Be Just or Be Dead” by Daisuke Ishiwatari
hits, and the fans begin cheering for the Modern-Day Samurai Scythe as he makes
his way to the ring.
Hosemann: It seems that the fans, at least some of them, are jumping back onto
the Scythe bandwagon now that his issue is with Army of Damned, and seemingly
not with GI Jew. Scythe contends that he never changed in the first place, that
it was the people who stopped accepting him, so if they’ve reversed their
thinking now, it wouldn’t be the first time.
Scythe enters the ring, and immediately goes after
Loki, not allowing him a second to breath as he pounces right on him, prompting
the bell to sound.
* SCYTHE VS. LOKI *
Referee: Billy Vargas
Scythe pounds away on Loki viciously, pounding him into the corner and
wailing on him with repeated stinging rights and lefts. Loki is finally able to
shove his way out of the corner, and knock Scythe down with a forearm. Loki
then tries to take Scythe’s head off with the Atheist superkick,
but Scythe ducks under it and nails Loki with a crushing Flying Dragon! The
fans cheer loudly, and Scythe heads up to the top rope! However, before he can
get there, Reaper charges down the aisle and attacks him, prompting the referee
to call for the immediate disqualification.
Reaper and Loki continue to pound away on Scythe viciously,
until Bishop Cross, the leader of the Army, slowly stalks his way down to the
ring. Cross enters and, with Scythe sufficiently beaten, Reaper and Loki hold
Scythe back for Cross to slap him hard across the face! Reaper and Loki then
lift Scythe up, and Cross takes him, and destroys him with the Crossfire! As
the fans boo vociferously, Cross takes a microphone.
Cross: Scythe! You think you’re so
smart?! You’re not! You should have joined us! But now, you will be DESTROYED!
I am challenging YOU to a match at Requiem! And Scythe, if you accept, it truly
will be YOUR requiem.
With that, “We Who Are Not as Others” by Sepultura blasts onto the
speakers, and the fans boo loudly as the Army of the Damned makes its exit.
Hosemann:
* WINNER VIA DISQUALIFICATION: SCYTHE *
-- COMMERCIAL
BREAK --
Back from break, “Quake 1” by Nine Inch Nails hits
the speakers, and the fans begin booing loudly as Walter Gindin leads Jonathan
Brett to the ring. Gindin takes his place on the outside, and Brett settles in
the ring as “F*ckin in the Bushes” by Oasis explodes
onto the speakers, and the fans cheer thunderously for the PWA World
Heavyweight Champion Jason Calysto!
Hosemann: Here he comes, indeed,
Hosemann: Unbelievable!
Calysto collects himself in the ring and hands the
championship belt to the timekeeper before the bell rings to start this
non-title contest.
* NON-TITLE MATCH: PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT
CHAMPION THE ICEMAN JASON CALYSTO VS. JONATHAN BRETT *
Referee: Tom Stevens
Calysto and Brett lock up in the center of the ring, and Brett almost
effortlessly shoves him to the mat immediately, prompting the fans to boo. Calysto
springs up, however, and charges right at Brett, but Brett gets a foot up and
floors the Iceman! Brett then lifts Calysto up and tosses him into the corner,
following it up with a huge clothesline that stuns the champion. Calysto
staggers out of the corner, and Brett downs him with a big gutwrench
suplex. From there, Brett lifts Calysto over his head, and floors him with a
hard gorilla press slam. The Iceman then stumbles to his feet, and Brett floors
him with a punishing powerbomb! The fans wince in pain at the impact.
Hosemann: I’m sure it did,
The fans become slightly nervous as Calysto slowly
makes it to his feet, with Brett poised and positioned to unleash his
devastating chokeslam. Calysto turns around and Brett
grabs him for the move, and lifts him up, but Calysto takes control of Brett’s
arm in mid-air, and drives Brett down into the Crossface!
The fans cheer thunderously, but Brett immediately gets himself
to the ropes to break the hold. Calysto and Brett both get up, and Calysto
charges at him, but Brett sidesteps. The Iceman hits the opposite ropes, and
Brett tries to catch him with a chokeslam as he
returns, but Calysto ducks under, hits the opposite ropes again, and nails
Brett with a furious spinning heel kick as he returns!
Hosemann: Here we go!
The fans come to their feet, and when Brett reaches
his, Calysto charges at him and nails him with a punishing mafia kick! Then,
Calysto signals for the Bottom Line and heads to the top rope! However, when
Calysto gets up there, Walter Gindin shoves him off the top and to the arena
floor, prompting referee Stevens to ring the DQ bell!
Hosemann: He was
Gindin grabs Calysto and throws him back into the ring,
instructing Brett to give him a chokeslam. Tom
Stevens tries to get in the way, but Gindin comes in the ring and tosses him
out! Then, just as Brett is about to grab Calysto for the chokeslam,
“Hear Me” by Darkseed blasts onto the speakers, and
Solomon charges down the aisle to a thunderous ovation! Brett and Gindin
quickly flee the ring as Solomon enters, running them off in a hurry! Brett and
Gindin backpedal up the ramp, and Solomon demands a microphone.
Solomon: Gindin! Brett! I want your
asses, and I want them now! No, you don’t want to fight now?! Well how about
April 8 at Requiem?! You can consider this a challenge! What do you say?!
Brett thinks about charging back to the ring, but Gindin instructs
otherwise. Gindin waves off Solomon dismissively, and the two exit to the back,
prompting the fans to boo loudly. Solomon and Calysto then turn to each other
and engage in a staredown.
Hosemann: Sure is. These two have had their wars, and those wars were all about
respect.
After the staredown, Solomon
extends his hand to Calysto, finally offering him the respect he never did a
year ago. Hesitantly, Calysto shakes his hand, and the fnas
cheer wildly. “F*ckin in the Bushes” replays, and the
fans continue to cheer loudly as Solomon and the champ exit together.
Hosemann: My guess would be next week, Troy, because we’re going to take
another break, and then we’ll be right back with the confrontation between
Jackie Baccaro and Vulture!
* WINNER VIA DISQUALIFICATION: PWA WORLD
CHAMPION JASON CALYSTO *
-- COMMERCIAL
BREAK --
Back from commercial, “Things Done Changed” by the
Notorious BIG blasts onto the speakers, and Jackie Baccaro makes his way to the
ring to a chorus of boos. Baccaro, dressed to the nines in a black Armani suit,
grabs a microphone and enters the ring.
Baccaro: Alright, that’s it. The wait is over.
Vulture, it’s time to do this. But first, why don’t all of you refresh your
memory on exactly why we’re here. Roll the footage.
A video then
airs on the Jumbotron, showing us events that took place last week:
Baccaro, with his right hand, pie-faces Morgan and
shoves her to the ground, where she hits her head! Morgan writhes in pain on
the ground as Baccaro gets in Vulture’s face, pressing his forearm against his
throat.
Baccaro: (shouting) What’s going on here, huh?! All day, you’re not at the
building, and I can’t get a hold of you, and I lost my spot as number one
contender! It’s gone, and you as my manager are responsible for it being here!
Jaguar and Tantalus are about to fight for the damn spot! You kept telling me
not to worry about the damn tournament, well now it’s over and my title is
gone! It’s gone and I’m not getting the opportunity to get it back! Maybe if
you were here tonight, I’d HAVE that shot, but where are you?! You’re out with friggin’ Morgan Day! Morgan Day, who I absolutely HATE, and
who I gave you an ultimatum about when you managed us both! What’s going on
there, huh?! I want answers, Vulture! I want answers next week, because I’m outta here tonight, I can’t take this crap! I’m going back
to the states and I don’t want to hear a WORD from you until next Tuesday! But
when we get to Frequency next week, when we get to Vegas, I want to hear in
your own words what’s going on with you and Morgan, and I want to hear why you
are FAILING me as a manager! You got that?! Because if
you don’t, so help me God, you’re gonna find your ass on the unemployment line!
Baccaro then releases his grip and Vulture falls to the ground, gasping for
air, with Morgan writhing in pain beside him. Baccaro then blasts out the door
and heads to the parking lot, leaving the arena as the fans in the building are silent.
Baccaro: So that’s where we are. Now, I don’t have
all night, and I know we don’t have all night before the show has to go off the
air. So Vulture, get down here right now, so we can settle this thing.
Moments
later, “Falling From The Sky” by VAST explodes onto the speakers, and the fans
initially pop at the sound of the song, and then, as Vulture appears, wearing
his typical black leather Kangol hat, maroon Nehru
shirt, and black slacks, the fans continue to cheer. The fans cheer Vulture,
though moderately in comparison to the cheers he used to garner several years
ago, all the way to the ring, as he grabs a microphone and joins his protégé in
the ring.
Baccaro: Ok, we both know full well why we’re out
here tonight. You and I haven’t even spoken since last week, and I think it’s a
good thing we haven’t. I am in a bit better mood tonight, knowing I’m going to
be challenging Jason Calysto for the PWA Championship at Requiem, but that
still doesn’t change the reason why we’re here. The first thing I want to know,
Vulture, is what the hell is going on between you and Morgan Day? Now, I have a
pretty good idea of what’s going on, but I want to hear it straight from your
mouth.
Vulture: (long pause) Alright fine, you want it?
You got it. We’re dating. There, I’ve said it. Morgan and I are dating. We’re
an item, and we’re pretty serious.
Baccaro: Wow, big surprise. You know Vulture, next
time you start a little romance like this, try not to get it caught by the
cameras every week on Frequency. I do tape the show, you know.
Vulture: Listen, I wasn’t trying to hide it from
you…
Baccaro: You just failed to mention it. I see.
First of all, Vulture, you know how much I despise Morgan Day. Is it because I
wanted to get with her and she rejected me? You’re damn right, that’s a big
part of it. No one denies Jackie Baccaro. And you know this. You know that I
liked her, and that now I hate her, and you had no regard for what I might
think.
Vulture: I’m not about to turn this into a soap
opera, Giacomo. You didn’t have a chance with her. She wanted absolutely
nothing to do with you. And not for nothing, she was mine
first. Years ago. So don’t try to make it like I
invaded your territory. That’s not how we roll, never has been.
Baccaro: Whatever, bro. I’m not getting into a
whole thing about your choice of women. I hate the bitch’s guts, but that’s
another thing entirely. A few months ago, I gave you an ultimatum to either get
rid of her or get rid of me, and she left on her own. Ever since then, I’ve had
a bit of a problem fully trusting you, Vulture, because I still to this day
think you would have taken her. And now, what you’ve told me here, that just
confirms it. How long have you been together?
Vulture: Officially? About two weeks. But we’ve
been…
Baccaro: Oh I know, believe me. I’ve caught every
episode of “As the Vulture Turns” on Frequency since December. I don’t even
care about the specifics. But let me tell you this. I gave you the ultimatum in
December primarily because I couldn’t stand working with Morgan anymore, but it
also had a great deal to do with the fact that I didn’t think you could divide
your time properly, and give me the focus my career needs. Sure, since then,
I’ve gotten to the top of the mountain and become PWA Champion, but ever since
your relationship with Morgan Day has really taken off, my career has suffered
for it. You allowed me to have the title stripped away from me, and then when I
had the chance to reclaim the title in a tournament, I lost again. Now my belt
is gone, and you couldn’t even get me a shot at the title. You didn’t get me
the shot at the title that I have at Requiem either. You’ve been dropping the
ball when it comes to my career, and I want a goddamn explanation.
Vulture: Listen Giacomo, I know I’ve been torn in a
few directions lately, but don’t think of what I’m doing as negligence, or not
paying as much time and attention to your career as I should be. Some of it,
most of it even, is intentional. I’m trying to let go of the reins a little
bit. You’re a fantastic wrestler, and probably the best pure athlete this
company has ever seen. You have all the tools in place to be a dominant world champion, it’s just mentally where you need work. I didn’t
want you to become too reliant on my help, because then you would never grow.
Really Jackie, I’ve got your best interests at heart. And I’m sorry if you feel
that I haven’t given you the time you deserve, and if it’s any consolation,
I’ll make sure to keep my personal and business life separate so that I can
give you what you need.
Baccaro: What are you talking about, man?! Personal
and business go together! What happened to us?! What happened to the strip
clubs, the gambling, the night clubs, the women, all of that?! Who are you?!
You are NOT the Vulture who stood with me in this very city one year ago this
week and partied our ASSES off, before signing your
ex-girlfriend away in practical indentured servitude! You are NOT the Vulture
who rode up and down this country with me, showing me the ways of the world,
going on adventures, and teaching me as much about living life to the fullest
as how to wrestle! Where is that guy? That’s right, he’s too busy boning that
British bitch to care about his responsibilities, or even care about being a
man.
Vulture: (pissed off) Are you questioning my
manhood, Baccaro?! That’s the kind of statement that will get your teeth
knocked down your damn throat!
Baccaro: I dare you to try it, old man. You know
how unwise that would be. You have a broken neck, and whether or not doctors
would give you a full clearance to go, if I had to, I’d snap it. Now calm
yourself. I’ve heard what you had to say, and I’ve made my decision. And my
decision is that you have failed me as a manager, leaving me…
Suddenly,
“Dead Promises” by The Rasmus blasts onto the
speakers, and the Women’s Champion Morgan Day, with a microphone of her own,
wastes no time in heading right down to the ring, and getting in Jackie Baccaro’s face.
Morgan: How DARE you! You ingrate! Do you have any
IDEA how much this man cares about you?! How much this man has done for you?!
You owe your entire career to him! You can say what you want to say about me, I
could really care less. But this man, Vulture, truly cares for you and your
well being, and really wants badly for you to be a tremendous success in this
business. For you to just drop him like you were clearly about to do is
absolutely abhorrent and, Jackie, would simply confirm to the world how much of
an unappreciative bastard you truly are!
Vulture then
pulls Morgan aside, pissed off, demanding to know why she came out when he
asked her not to. Morgan and Vulture exchange words as Baccaro cracks a grin.
Baccaro: Can I interfere in this lover’s quarrel
over here? It was so nice of you to join us, Morgan. Can’t you keep her on a
leash, Mike? Shouldn’t she be tied up in the back somewhere? But, before you
both get bent out of shape, Vulture, I wasn’t about to toss you to the curb. I
have decided to keep you on.
Vulture
breathes a sigh of relief.
Vulture: Thanks. You won’t regret it, Giacomo. Now
that you have that match at Requiem, we can…
Baccaro: Oh I’m not done. I’m keeping you on, but
as my trainer. I like the way you train. As far as managerial services,
Vulture, I’m sorry, but you’re through. As a matter of fact, as of this
morning, I have a brand-new manager, who you’re going to be working hand in
hand with on my staff from now on. This person is the reason I have a shot at
the PWA Championship at Requiem, as they negotiated the contract just this
afternoon. I could tell you who my new manager is, but I’d rather just show
you.
With that,
Missy Elliot’s “She’s a Bitch” blasts onto the speakers, and the
Hosemann: Is it?!
Moments
later, the fears and suspicions of the crowd are proven true as Magnifica, the
true bane of Vulture’s very existence, walks out from behind the curtain for
the first time in nearly three years. Magnifica wears a huge, evil smile on her
face as she walks to the ring, staring right through Vulture, the man whose
life she tried to ruin several years ago. Vulture is absolutely enraged,
staring at Magnifica with a look of death, as Morgan Day stares at her with a
glare nearly as intense. Magnifica enters the ring, kisses Baccaro on the
cheek, and stands beside him. Baccaro and Magnifica smugly stare down an
angered and shocked pair of Vulture and Morgan as the fans buzz with excitement
and shock and we fade to black.
Hosemann: And not only
that, Troy, but she is Vulture’s superior! She has replaced Vulture as Jackie Baccaro’s manager, and has already secured him a world
title shot at Requiem! This is insanity!
-- END SHOW --
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