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TUESDAY, APRIL 5, 2005

BRYCE JORDAN CENTER

STATE COLLEGE, PENNSYLVANIA

 

SEGMENT 1:  INTRODUCTION:

A video package airs, highlighting events that took place last week, with PWA Champion Romeo and Scythe signing a contract to meet one another for the world championship on April 9 at Requiem.   The opening credits then roll as Linkin Park's "By_Myslf" hits and we are sent inside the Bryce Jordan Center in State College, Pennsylvania, where an amazing fireworks display ensues and we are sent to our commentators, Victor Troy and Paul Ferrara.

Troy:  Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to PWA Frequency!  I’m Victor Troy, along here with Paul Ferrara, and we are live in State College, Pennsylvania, here at Penn State University!  We have a great show lined up tonight, folks, and it doesn’t get bigger than the two main events we have signed here tonight!

Ferrara:  Well guys, the first main event was one that was signed last week, signed by Kerry Cox, which will see Jackie Baccaro, with Vulture in his corner, meet up with GI Jew, who will have the International Champion Paul Dawkins in his corner.  However, Kerry Cox has the week off this week, so Bryan Conroy, our owner, is in charge, and he has said that he will make matches that the ORA wants to see.

Troy:  What the ORA wants to see, however, is something “compelling.”  So folks, get this.  Bryan Conroy has signed, for tonight, something that he thinks will be “compelling” television.  He has booked a tag team match, which will pit Romeo and Scythe, who will battle for the PWA Championship on Saturday, against Anthony Failla and Solomon, who will battle for the ORA Championship on Saturday!  So folks, we’re four days away from our pay-per-view event, and the members of both championship matches are going to be TEAMING, against each other!

Ferrara:  It’s certainly unconventional thinking, Troy, and I really think that Conroy signed the match just for his own amusement.  However, I’m interested to see what happens when these guys all settle in and get into it, because I’ve heard that Conroy has also set a rule that if either champion or challenger attacks their partner for the night, they will forfeit their championship match for Requiem, so these guys, regardless of animosity between each other, CANNOT attack one another until after the bell.  It should be interesting.

Troy:  Certainly should.  However folks, we’re ready to go, so let’s get right down to ringside and get this show started!

SEGMENT 2:  MATCH 1:  BRIGGS VS. THE OMEGA STEVE BEOVICH:
Referee:  Billy Vargas

 “More Human Than Human” by White Zombie suddenly plays, and the audience offers a decent reaction for Steve Beovich.  The Omega looks out into the crowd as he walks down the aisle with a serious expression on his face.  His determination and thirst for victory is apparent. Beovich steps into the ring and stretches out against the ropes as he waits for his opponent.

 

Troy: Beovich looks ready to go tonight, Paul.

 

Ferrara: He’s still in the process of getting out of his losing streak, but he’s got a mountain to climb now.

 

“Trust” by Sevendust hits next, and a large set of cheers rain down for the newly returned Briggs. He marches down the ramp with a face of stone, as usual, and his opponent for tonight looks prepared to take him on. The moment that Briggs steps into the ring, Beovich gets all over him by landing punches anywhere he can to gain the early advantage. The bell sounds to prompt the start of the match, but the pace keeps going fast as the crowd sees Briggs endure the pain and battle back against Beovich. Before Briggs can take over though, Beovich boots him hard in the stomach and drills him deep into the mat with a DDT! The crowd goes back and forth in cheering for both men.

 

Troy: This is a great start that Beovich has gotten off to!

 

Ferrara: He’s giving it his all against Briggs, and it looks like it’s working!

 

Briggs pushes himself off the mat, but Beovich is waiting there with a clothesline! However, the big man remains standing, which leads Beovich to attempt it once more with the same results! Beovich goes in for a third time, but Briggs catches him with a huge belly-to-belly suplex that sends Beovich across the ring!

 

Ferrara: Oh my God! How much distance did he get on that?!

 

After tumbling into a corner, Beovich quickly rises to his feet, but an opportunistic Briggs charges in to flatten him against the turnbuckle. However, Beovich is quick enough to sidestep the big man, causing Briggs to bounce off the corner. As he stumbles back, Beovich wraps him up tight with a small package! One! Two! Thr-No! Briggs kicks out!

 

Troy: So close!

 

Beovich stands upright, but before he can continue his attack, Briggs is already back on his feet. Beovich goes to belt him in the face, but Briggs blocks the arm and boots him hard in the stomach. Beovich is doubled over, and Briggs tucks him down before lifting him up high. Beovich is helpless as Briggs absolutely destroys him with a devastating powerbomb! Briggs goes for the cover… One, Two, Three!

 

Ferrara: And there you have it! Briggs takes this match and gathers momentum to head into Requiem!

 

Troy: Beovich put up one hell of a fight though! I gotta hand it to The Omega!

 

“Trust” plays once more as Briggs raises his hands in the air, with the crowd cheering him on. After several moments of watching his victory, the camera cuts backstage to the Legacy locker room. It scans its occupants as they watch the TV monitor, with all of its members containing a look of concern, except for Darrin Giles. He appears more determined than ever to defeat his Requiem opponent. The camera focuses on his silent expression before fading to a commercial.

 WINNER VIA PINFALL AT 5:12:  BRIGGS

 
-- COMMERCIAL BREAK #1 --



 SEGMENT 3:  BACKSTAGE:
Returning from commercial, we are in the office of PWA owner Bryan Conroy who is standing with ORA president Helen Summers and James Biamonte.  Biamonte has a pen in his hand and is signing a piece of paper.

Conroy:  That’s it, Mr. Biamonte.  It’s official.  Welcome back to the PWA.

Biamonte:  Yeah whatever.  Listen, I need to go get ready.  I’ve gotta go out to the ring and announce those… provisions… to the contract I just signed.

Conroy:  Sounds good.  We’ll see you out there.

Biamonte then exits.  Helen Summers looks at Conroy suspiciously.

Summers:  Do you think that was a good idea?

Conroy:  Hey Helen, it’ll be fine.  Sure, I’m a little hesitant to unleash James Biamonte on the world again, especially with these miserable fans on his side this time.  But above all else, I’m a businessman, Helen.  I’m here to make money, and that is exactly what I intend to do.


SEGMENT 4:  BACKSTAGE:
A camera is set backstage at the interview area, where Scott Cornelius is with John Wolfe and Paul Epton.

 

Cornelius: I'm here with the new Tag Team Champions, Paul Epton and John Wolfe. Guys, you came onto the scene here and just won the PWA Tag Team Championship in your first opportunity at the gold. What does it feel like?

 

Neither man says a word as Jon Dulberg and Vladimir Vydrina walk into the picture.

 

Dulberg: As a former holder of those titles, I'll tell you what it feels like Scott. It feels like Lady Luck enjoyed the big tip she got after leaving these two chaps' hotel room when we were in Vegas. That’s the only explanation for the luck these two losers have been experiencing as of late.

 

Epton: Losers, eh? Funny you say that Jon. Especially since we haven't been beaten here, unlike you.

 

Dulberg: Unlike me? Listen here, you haven't gone up against the kind of competition like I can bring. I'm not some redcoat wearing Englishman with bad teeth, I'm The Human Highlight!

 

Epton: Only highlights I see of you are on the locker room's video packages, usually featuring you on your back and looking up at the ceiling.

 

Dulberg: Think that’s funny? Let's see how funny you think this is. How about you and I go out there and have a match, so I can show you what real competition is like?

 

Epton: I'll say you're on. I'll see you in the ring, and probably take your bloody nickname in the process. Let's go John.

 

Epton and Wolfe walk off the set, leaving Dulberg fuming with anger as we take a commercial break.



-- COMMERCIAL BREAK #2 --



SEGMENT 5:  RINGSIDE:
Returning from commercial, “Still Ballin” by 2Pac hits and the fans are momentarily confused before James Biamonte emerges from behind the curtain, prompting the Penn State crowd to begin cheering.  Biamonte, a look of dead seriousness on his face, grabs a microphone and heads right into the ring.

Biamonte:  Well, as you all saw a few minutes ago, I have officially signed a contract to return to competition here in the PWA.  And, as you might have heard, there is a special provision in my contract that I insisted on when negotiating.  That provision is simply this: I will make my return to the wrestling ring this Saturday night at Requiem, and it’s going to be in a one-on-one match with that piece of crap Mike Grieco.  You know what, Grieco?  I’ve tolerated you for too damn long.  You’ve eaten in my house for Sunday dinner, you’ve been practically a part of the family for the past few years.  But not anymore.  Your abuse of my sister has gone too far.  I don’t care if she knows it or doesn’t want it, but this isn’t about what she wants.  You’re manipulating her mind.  This is about what’s right.  This is about family, about blood.  When I saw you hit her in
Las Vegas, I snapped.  I was sitting at home in Tampa, enjoying my retirement, but what I saw made me realize that the time has come for me to return.  I’m needed here, because obviously my sister is too thickheaded to make good decision herself.  On Saturday night, I’m gonna show the world exactly why…

Biamonte is then cut off by “Da Repercussions” blasting onto the speakers and Mike Grieco angrily making his way to the ring, microphone in tow.  Grieco steps into the ring and stares down Biamonte for several moments before speaking.

Grieco:  Listen, I didn’t mean to hit
Dee, and you know that.  But really, it was her fault.  She saw the state I was in, she knows how I get.  She stuck herself in a place she didn’t belong, and unfortunately, things didn’t work out the way I would  have liked.  With that said, I’m sorry it happened that way.  But she’s not mad at me.  You know that.  She’s sitting at home, in Tampa, taking some time to herself before she comes back at my side.  And she WILL come back at my side, James.  You shouldn’t involve yourself here, James.  Frankly, it’s none of your business.  But if you want to make it your business, I’ll have no problem slapping the shit out of you in Pittsburgh.

Biamonte:  Oh is that so?

Grieco:  You’re damn right it’s so.

Biamonte and Grieco go nose to nose, tempers flaring, as Bryan Conroy appears at the top of the ramp, running out with a microphone.

Conroy:  Guys!  Guys!  Hold on a minute!  Hold on a minute!  You know, listening to your speeches here, I got a great idea.  Yes, we know that you two will get it on this Saturday at Requiem, but what we don’t know is which one of you Dee Licious is going to support.  It’s easy to make an argument either way.  So I had a great idea.  Let’s take this match, and let’s take Dee Licious… and make her the special referee!  You want to talk drama?  THAT’S drama!  Consider it official!  This Saturday at Requiem, it’s going to be Mike Grieco vs. James Biamonte… with Dee Licious as the guest referee!

Metallica’s “Sad But True” then hits as the crowd buzzes, Conroy exits, and Grieco and Biamonte stare each other down suspiciously as we take a commercial break.

 
 -- COMMERCIAL BREAK #3 --


 

SEGMENT 6:  MATCH 2:  PAUL EPTON VS. JON DULBERG:
Referee:  Jason Church

We return to the ring, where Tag Team Champion Paul Epton is inside waiting for his upcoming match against Jon Dulberg. John Wolfe stands beside him, giving last-minute instructions as their music shuts off and "Not Falling" by Mudvayne begins. The crowd boos as "Not That" Rodney King leads Jon Dulberg to the ring, but the boos grow once they see Vladimir and Natasha Vydrina alongside him.

 

Troy: They're out here again. Why can't Jon Dulberg ever handle anything on his own?

 

Ferrara: Well John Wolfe is out here with Paul Epton. They're just there for extra security, if needed.

 

Troy: Security, I'll believe that one.

 

Dulberg climbs into the ring as Epton hands his belt to his partner. Wolfe climbs out of the ring at Dulberg's request, and Jason Church calls for the bell. Both men circle the ring and lock up in the center. Epton starts with a go-behind that he turns into a chest-first takedown. He floats over Dulberg's back and smacks him in the head before climbing off and grinning.

 

Troy: Epton is just outwrestling Jon Dulberg right now!

 

Ferrara: He just pissed him off though, Dulberg doesn't like being embarrassed!

 

Dulberg gets up and charges at Epton, but he is floored with a drop toe hold! Dulberg gets up and walks into a dropkick and then pounds the mat out of pure frustration. Rodney King climbs up on the apron and distracts Epton, just long enough for Dulberg to clobber him from behind.

 

Dulberg stomps Epton on the ground before lifting him up and planting him with a Northern Lights suplex. He holds the pin for a two count when Epton kicks out of it. Dulberg lifts Epton up and shoots him into a corner before charging at him, but Dulberg misses as he steps out of the way! Dulberg stumbles backwards and Epton drops him right on his head with a hard back suplex!

 

Dulberg rolls out of the ring, clutching the back of his head as he seeks refuge within his camp. Epton walks towards the side of the ring to execute a plancha, but before he can do it, he is clubbed from behind by Reaper! Speed Demon also slides into the ring and both Lost Souls begin pounding away!

 

Troy: Where did The Lost Souls come from?!

 

Ferrara: I think they ran in from the crowd!

 

Wolfe climbs into the ring, but he is cut off by a Speed Demon clothesline. With The Lost Souls already attacking Epton and Wolfe, King sends his men into action and it doesn't take long before Dulberg and Vydrina assist in a four-on-two pummeling of the tag champs! Referees flood the ring to try and separate them, but they don't look to be having much success as Wolfe and Epton take a vicious beating.

 

Troy: Somebody needs to get in there and stop this! They're taking the champions apart! We'll be right back!

WINNER VIA DISQUALIFICATION AT 5:38:  PAUL EPTON


-- COMMERCIAL BREAK #4 --


 

SEGMENT 7:  RINGSIDE:

Back from commercial, “Parabola” by TOOL blasts onto the speakers, and the crowd erupts into raucous jeers for Hollywood Mike Griffin, who makes his way to the ring accompanied by his bodyguard Jonathan Brett.  Griffin is wearing a large smirk on his face as he grabs a microphone and steps into the ring.

Griffin:  Well, ladies and gents, we’re just four days away from seeing it happen all over again.  Regardless of what anyone tells you, especially Greg Tantalus, my former tag team partner’s chances of defeating me this Saturday night at Requiem are simply nonexistent.  It’s four days before our match, and Greg Tantalus is already a beaten man.  You can see it in his eyes.  It’s fear.  Not fear of me, necessarily, but fear of failure.  Until Tantalus can shake his fear of failure, he’s doomed to fail, again and again and again.  He’s done a great job of that thus far.  Almost a great enough job to convince me to not even prepare for this match.  However, I know better than that.  There’s always the need to prepare, because you never know when someone is gonna surprise you.  But with our friend Greg Tantalus, I don’t really view that as a huge risk.  Time and time again, I have beaten that man, and beaten him badly.  We wrestled our first match against each other some four years ago, and he has still never pinned me.  Things like that get inside your head.  The more he thinks about the fact that he can’t beat me, the more his psyche reinforces that fact.  And the more that happens, the more impossible it is for him to break the cycle and actually get the job done.  Now I know Greg Tantalus isn’t here tonight, just another shining example of the mind control that this situation has over him.  He’s at home in Denver, trying to dream up a way to beat me this weekend.  Well Greg, you sit there and think long and hard, because no matter what you come up with, it’s not going to work.  The problem isn’t physical.  It’s mental.  You can’t beat me because your mind won’t allow it.  That’s not something you can fix easily.  That’s something that you probably can’t or won’t ever fix.  In your mind, I am the superior athlete, which I am, and because of that, regardless of how well you wrestle, you will make that one crucial mistake, and I will capitalize on it and it will be just another in the long line of agonizing defeats that you will suffer at my behalf.  Greg, in just four nights, your minute glimmer of hope at being able to exorcise your demons and move onto bigger and better things will be crushed once again, and I predict that it will be a defeat so devastating that you will contemplate retirement.  You should.  Because Greg, as long as this shadow hangs over you, you will never be able to move past it.  You will never be able to be a champion.  You will never reach your potential.  However, I will.  Once this defeat is complete on Saturday night, Hollywood Mike Griffin will take his rightful place at the top of the PWA once again.  After I pin your shoulders to the mat one more time, Greg, I am going after the PWA Championship, and I will once again reign supreme over this industry.  You are the fly buzzing around me that I must swat beforehand, though.  I will take care of it this Saturday.  You can’t beat me, Greg.  The sooner you get that through your head, the sooner we can both move on with our careers -- mine as a legendary wrestler, yours as a failed musician, which you will be forced to resort back to out of shame.  I’ll see you in Pittsburgh.

Griffin then drops the mic as “Parabola” hits, prompting the fans to boo and the camera to cut to another commercial break.



-- COMMERCIAL BREAK #5 --


 
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