TUESDAY, MARCH 22, 2005

SAVVIS CENTER

ST. LOUIS, MISSOURI

SEGMENT 8: BACKSTAGE:

Back from commercial, the camera catches Vulture and Jackie Baccaro, looking to be quite pleased with the events that have just taken place, entering their dressing room. Upon entering, we can see that an exasperated Lauren Tantalus is in the room, wearing a white apron.

Vulture: Hey Jack, want something to eat?

Baccaro: Nah, I’m not hungry right now.

Vulture: (smiling wryly at Lauren) Well I AM hungry. What can you fix up for me, Lauren? Anything good?

Lauren: Why are you doing this?

Vulture: Uhh, because I’m hungry. Why else?

Lauren: This whole thing, Mike. This is just your idea of a sick joke, isn’t it? Why must you play with my life like this? You know I don’t want to be here, you know I’m not at all comfortable with this. Just let me go.

Vulture: (shaking his head) Lauren, Lauren, Lauren. Where would the fun in that be? Seriously. Tell me where. Now this… this is fun. I know you don’t want to be here. I know you were hoping I’d never show my face again. Well guess what. I’m back. And you are going to pay for what you did to me.

Lauren: Mike, you know that wasn’t personal. How many times do I have to tell you it wasn’t personal?

Vulture: Oh, it wasn’t personal. It wasn’t personal. Jackie, can you give us a minute?

Understanding the situation, Baccaro nods and exits the room.

Vulture: How many times have I had to sit back and listen to that? You know what, Lauren? The second you went out there and decided to interject yourself into my retirement match, damn near taking my head off with a chair and ruining the only retirement I’m ever going to have, you made it personal. I was talking about the two of us leaving wrestling together and living happily ever after, the two of us, no worries, no cares, just us… and this is what you do to me? And then you have the nerve to say it wasn’t personal?!

Lauren: Mike! At that point, I was not ready to give it up. I couldn’t walk away from the business. And you were pushing hard for me to leave with you, for me to do what YOU wanted me to do. I couldn’t follow. I just couldn’t. At that point, my career meant more to me than my personal life, and I was forced to make a tough decision. I could have stayed out of the match, and tried to carry on our relationship with you at home and me on the road, or I could do what was best for my career and join up with my brother, who was giving me a chance to keep myself relevant. You and I were bound to each other in more ways than one when you retired. Once you left, I’d be left with nothing. I had the chance to revitalize my career by joining with Greg, and I took it. I’m sorry for the hurt it caused you, but it was the decision I had to make.

Vulture: That’s a cop-out and you know it. Yeah, I wanted you to leave the PWA with me, but in no way was I forcing you. Lauren, I loved you. I would have stayed with you regardless. I would have made it work.

Lauren: Well you could have stayed with me even after the match. I tried to reach out to you, I tried to tell you it was only business. You wouldn’t return my calls. Then you changed your number. You disappeared on me without even a goodbye.

Vulture: Do you honestly think you deserved one?! Lauren, remember who you’re dealing with here, remember how I respond to being screwed over. Consider yourself insanely lucky that I haven’t bashed you in the face with my knee or hit you with the Crimson Sunset… yet. Believe me, there’s still time. So, why did I do this? Why did I buy your contract? Because now, it’s my turn to dangle your career in front of you like a carrot. Make no mistake about it, you’re not going to enjoy this time here. You’re going to do whatever I say, whenever I say it. Because if you don’t, your contract will be terminated and you’ll be left with nothing. No job, no legal tender, no means of supporting yourself. Your career in the PWA will be over, and you’ll never find your way back. You felt you had the authority to write the final chapter in my career… well, now I have the power to write yours. If you want there to be any sort of happy ending, other than you being tossed on the street for good, I suggest you follow my orders. I gave you the world, Lauren. I gave you everything you ever could have wanted. I stood by your side. I watched you grow into one of the greatest women’s champions this company has ever seen. And you threw it all away because you couldn’t make your mind as to what you really wanted out of life. Well now, it’s time for you to pay for your mistake. I sacrificed for you… goddammit Lauren, I freakin loved you. And you broke my heart. I haven’t forgotten the hurt. I’ll never forget it. And neither will you. Because as long as I feel like it, you are essentially my property. You will go to the ring when I say you will, you will run whatever errand I tell you to run, and if you don’t, you’re fired. And just in case you get any designs on getting yourself intentionally fired, keep in mind that you have a two-year no-compete clause, preventing you from going to work for any other wrestling company for two whole years. So unless you feel like starting anew with a brand-new career, and no severance package from the PWA, you’re pretty much screwed.

Lauren: You are pure evil. You know that, Mike? You are the most disgusting, conniving, vengeful, sadistic…

Vulture: (coldly) Shut up and make me a sandwich. Bitch.

Vulture stares Lauren Tantalus down for about ten seconds before Lauren, a look of hatred on her face, turns and walks to the other side of the room. A sadistic grin appears on Vulture’s face as the camera fades.

SEGMENT 9: RINGSIDE:
White Zombie's "More Human Than Human" unexpectedly begins to play, and the crowd offers a mixed reaction of confusion and cheers. “The Omega” Steve Beovich appears from behind the curtain and power walks down the ramp, seemingly with something on his mind.

Ferrara: What’s going on? Why’s Beovich coming out here?

Troy: I have no idea, Paul. He’s not on the card.

The Omega climbs into the ring and grabs a microphone off the side. He paces about the ring in an attempt to work off some steam, but to no avail. He begins to speak.

Beovich: I know you guys haven’t expected to see me out here. I mean, why would I come out, especially when I’ve been on a losing streak for the last few weeks? I came out because I’m frustrated, dammit! Not only did I lose to Solomon and Vydrina, I lost to that punkass weakling Wellington! That’s just bullsh*t!

Ferrara: I don’t really know if I agree with him, but he hasn’t quite been on the winning side lately.

Troy: Yeah, but almost everybody lost to Solomon and Vydrina.

Beovich: Well, I plan to change all that, starting tonight! I’m going to take the bull by the horns and begin my rise to the top again, starting with you, Wellington! Get your ass out here so I can show you what should have happened last week!

MATCH 3: THE OMEGA STEVE BEOVICH VS. DEXTER P. WELLINGTON:
Referee: Jason Church

Beovich doesn’t have to wait long, as “Marriage of Figaro” by Mozart starts up, drawing out the ire of the crowd. They increase in volume as Dexter P. Wellington arrives with Winston following behind. Holding his nose high in the air as usual, Wellington walks down the ramp and sneers at the man who dared to call him out. Winston rushes over to the steps and brushes them clean before Wellington walks up and takes his time climbing into the ring. He goes to remove his entrance attire, but Beovich stampedes into Wellington and begins pummeling him with lefts and rights!

Troy: It looks like Beovich doesn’t have any patience left!

Ferrara: The man didn’t even know that he had a match tonight! At least let him get ready!

Wellington’s hardly able to defend himself as Beovich backs him into the ropes. The Omega whips Wellington across the ring, and he’s unable to avoid being turned inside out with a harsh clothesline from Beovich! Wellington is on the mat, but is finally able to disrobe. He isn’t given much time to relax though, as Beovich plucks him off the canvas and shoves Wellington back first into the ropes. He comes charging back, right into Beovich’s waiting arms who delivers a facebuster with sickening impact!

Troy: Do you think this could be Beovich’s night?

Ferrara: If he keeps this up, definitely.

Beovich isn’t done with Wellington yet, and he brings the cocky superstar back up to his feet. However, Wellington bats his arms away and launches several fists into the side of his face. This isn’t taken lightly, and a ferocious Beovich decimates Wellington with punches of his own. Stunned, Wellington begins to stumble back, and Beovich tosses him into a corner. The Omega charges in for a splash, but Wellington steps to the side, allowing Beovich to plaster himself against the turnbuckle. Beovich falls back, but Wellington grabs hold of Beovich and rolls him up! The referee counts, one, Wellington grabs a handful of tights, two, three!

Troy: Come on, ref! He had the tights!

Ferrara: I didn’t see it, Troy, and neither did the referee! Wellington’s undefeated streak is still intact!

Troy: And Beovich picks up another loss.

Ferrara: Well, that’s the breaks.

“Marriage of Figaro” plays again, and Wellington makes his escape from an enraged Beovich. As Wellington and Winston scurry back up the ramp, Beovich blatantly shouts obscenities and pounds the mat furiously. The crowd isn’t pleased to see his behavior as we go to a commercial.

WINNER VIA PINFALL AT 3:37: DEXTER P. WELLINGTON

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK #6 --

SEGMENT 10: RINGSIDE:
Back from commercial, “Heaven’s a Lie” by Lacuna Coil blasts onto the speakers and Greg Tantalus makes his way to the ring to a huge ovation from the capacity St. Louis crowd. Tantalus, however, has a look of anger and frustration on his face as he grabs a microphone and steps into the ring.

Tantalus: This crap has to stop! You know, the crap that I saw a few minutes ago with Vulture and my sister is making me sick. It’s turning my stomach in knots. And you know, I’m expecting this kind of thing from Vulture and Baccaro, and I’m fully expecting that, ultimately, they’ll turn their attention to me for my role in what happened at Everlasting Epic III, and I’ll be ready for it. But do you know why this has been allowed to happen? Do you know who’s responsible for this crap? It’s Hollywood Mike Griffin. Griffin, if you have a problem with me, then you take it up with me. I know you don’t like me, and I don’t like you either, but issues between us need to be settled between us. You involved my sister in this and because of you, she’s bound to two dangerous men who are going to make her life a living hell. This thing has been personal between us for a long time now. But this, Griffin, this has put it over the edge now. I want you, one-on-one, April 9 at Requiem. No more excuses, no more losses, I’m gonna go out there, and I’m gonna beat your ass like you stole something. I don’t want to be known as the guy who can’t beat Mike Griffin. April 9, we’re gonna change that.

Moments later, “Parabola” by TOOL hits and Hollywood Mike Griffin makes his way down to the ring, alone. Griffin, carrying a microphone, steps into the ring and gets face to face with Greg Tantalus.

Griffin: First of all, you want a match with me at Requiem? You’ve got it. But you’re going to regret this. You really are. Tantalus, your sister was not innocent. She stuck her nose in my business and cost me a chance to become the ORA Champion, and she needed to pay for it. I made her pay for it in the best way that I could. And I hate to break it to you, but whatever she’s going to get from Vulture now, she deserves. You and your sister conspired to ruin that man’s retirement, and all I’ve done is provide him with the opportunity he’s yearned for, the opportunity for sweet revenge. So if you can’t handle that, and you want to take it up with me, then I’ve got no problem teaching you a lesson again. Greg, why can’t you get it through your head that you cannot beat me? You’re simply not as good as me. There’s a reason, Greg, why you’ve never been able to pin me, in all these years we’ve competed against each other. The first time we went at it was over four years ago. And in four years, you have failed to pin me every single time we’ve wrestled. There is simply no reason to think that Requiem will be any different. Especially with the condition you’re going to be in.

Suddenly, Tantalus is clubbed down from behind by Jonathan Brett! The fans boo raucously as Griffin and Brett do a vicious number on Tantalus, one that is only ended when officials storm the ring and separate them from a fallen Tantalus as we take a commercial break.

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK #7 --

SEGMENT 11: RINGSIDE:
We are taken to ringside, where Traci Reed is standing in the center of the ring with a microphone.

Reed: Last week, we witnessed a despicable display in Las Vegas, one that definitely deserves an explanation. So ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Mike Grieco.

"Da Repercussions" by 50 Cent begins, and the boos grow to monstrous levels once Grieco appears atop the ramp. Grieco is not dressed to wrestle, instead wearing warm up pants and a New York Yankees muscle tee-shirt as he quietly makes his way to the ring.

Troy: There isn't any posing from Grieco tonight and there shouldn't be. Mike Grieco hit Dee Licious last week at The Circus Circus in Vegas, and this man should be absolutely embarrassed and ashamed of himself!

Ferrara: I agree with you, but he's out here for a reason. Let's hear him out first.

Grieco climbs into the ring and stands next to Reed, who looks disgusted as he does so.

Reed: Mike, we all know why you are out here. What happened last week?

Grieco: (Over the crowd's boos) Just hear me out guys, please. What happened last week was a total, complete accident. I was obviously intoxicated at the blackjack table, and when you're like that, it’s tough to play blackjack with a camera crew in your face and people in your ear. I'm not excusing my actions, but I am apologizing for it. I have already apologized to Dee. I sobered up that night, she and I have made up and she is at home in Tampa right now convalescing. Everything is fine.

Reed: That's nice, but that’s no excuse Mike. Whether you were drunk or not, you can't blame the freakin' cameraman for you hitting a woman that way! She should press charges against you because it was downright criminal!

Grieco: (Getting upset) Hold on, listen up Traci! I came out here in front of the world and told you that I have apologized and that everything was fine! I didn't ask you for your two cents! As a matter of fact, I'll show you what you can do with those two cents!

Grieco is backing a terrified Reed into a corner, but before he can do so, he is spun around and punched in the face by a hooded man! The man pulls back his hood on his sweatshirt, and the crowd goes insane once the Jumbotron shows James Biamonte!

Troy: It’s James Biamonte!

Ferrara: Is security even working tonight?!

Troy: Mike Grieco hit his sister last week and James Biamonte is taking no prisoners now! We haven't seen him in ages!

Biamonte tears into Grieco, blasting him with rapid punches that land everywhere. Grieco cannot even think about getting his hands up to defend himself as Biamonte wraps both hands around his neck and begins choking the life out of him!

Ferrara: He's trying to kill him Troy!

Biamonte is relentless until Jamal leads the security team in to pry him off! Grieco rolls out of the ring and staggers into the crowd to make his exit as security holds Biamonte back in the ring. The crowd is cheering wildly, chanting Biamonte's name as we head to a break.

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK #8 --

SEGMENT 12: MATCH 4: THE ICEMAN JASON CALYSTO & INFERNUS VS. ORA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION ANTHONY FAILLA & SOLOMON:
Referee: Tom Stevens

The lights go down until two blasts of light blue fireworks shoot up from the stage, startling the crowd as "Hear Me" by Darkseed begins. Solomon's video package garners a huge amount of boos, and they only continue as Walter Gindin leads The Alaskan Monster down to the ring.

Solomon steps over the top rope and carries his usual menacing look until another loud shot of pyro explodes for the arrival of Anthony Failla. "Shootouts" by Jadakiss and Styles P. plays the ORA World Heavyweight Champion to the ring, and the crowd boos him as he steps inside and pounds fists with Solomon.

Troy: This is an unusual partnership. We saw these two at the Rio in Las Vegas last week, with no explanation as to why they were together.

Ferrara: I spoke with Walter about that earlier, and he told me that they bumped into each other at the Luxor, ate dinner at The Rio's Grand Buffet and decided to gamble there, with Gindin proposing to Failla putting the ORA Championship on the line against Solomon in what would obviously be a big money match. There was really nothing more to it until Jason Calysto and Infernus showed up. Now they have something in common. They want to destroy both of those men.

"Smash Sumthin" by Redman and Adam F. hits, and a surprisingly positive reaction is there to welcome back Infernus, making his first in-ring appearance since Revival.

Troy: The crowd is giving it up for Infernus, who has apparently turned over a new leaf since losing to The Iceman at Revival.

Ferrara: Now he wants to take down Solomon and Gindin. I say good luck to him on that one. Nobody else has been able to do it, yet Infernus is going to be the guy.

Troy: If he isn't, this one will be!

"F*ckin' In The Bushes" by Oasis plays, and the crowd goes crazy as Jason Calysto walks out through the entrance. He salutes the crowd and then gazes at the ring, meeting Infernus on the ramp before going inside and going right after Solomon!

Calysto tackles Solomon to the canvas and pounds away on him until he is pried off by Failla, but the champion is driven backwards through the ropes and out of the ring by a perfectly-placed dropkick from Infernus! Infernus then bounces off the ropes and lands on Failla with an amazing suicide dive!

Troy: Infernus is going nuts and this crowd is loving it!

Solomon soon takes the advantage on Calysto by kicking him in the gut and slamming him down with a spinebuster. Solomon hits the ropes for an elbow drop, but Calysto rolls out of the way. Solomon gets up and Calysto delivers a dropkick that staggers the big man, who doesn't fall until Calysto downs him with a clothesline!

Solomon gets up and walks into an inverted atomic drop before Calysto scores with a Russian leg sweep. Calysto covers for one...two....and Solomon easily powers out. Infernus stretches his arm out for a tag and Calysto obliges, giving Infernus exactly what he wants.

Infernus climbs into the ring and locks eyes with Solomon, before spinning Calysto around and kicking him square in the groin!

Troy: Oh no! No, no, no! Don't tell me!

Ferrara: Infernus just nailed Calysto with a low blow, and he's smiling!

Calysto falls to the mat as Infernus cackles and embraces with Solomon! The crowd boos rabidly as Solomon and Infernus stomp Calysto into the ground. Failla soon joins in and wallops Calysto right over the cranium with a sickening chair shot! Infernus then folds the chair up and asks Solomon to hold Calysto up. The Iceman has no idea where he is when Infernus gets up to the second rope and drills his skull into the steel with the Ho Down DDT!

Failla then moves both men aside and talks trash to Calysto before lifting him up and spiking him with The Almighty Sacrifice! Solomon then shoves Failla, demanding to led him lead the assault. Failla shoves back, prompting Infernus to club Failla from behind before he walks right into a huge Deep Freeze from Solomon!  

Troy: And now Solomon has just put the Deep Freeze on Failla!

Ferrara: What the hell is happening here tonight?!

Solomon then grabs Failla's championship belt and holds it high in the air as "Hear Me" replays. Solomon, Infernus and Gindin all celebrate together in the ring as Failla writhes on the mat and Calysto lies motionless and bloodied.

Troy: I have no idea what is going on with Infernus or Solomon. Infernus turned on The Iceman and then Solomon turned on Failla! We're out of time folks, we'll see you next week!

WINNERS AT 6:18: NO CONTEST

-- END SHOW --

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