As we return, “Simon Says” by Drain STH
is playing over the speakers, and Victor Simon is standing in the ring,
stretching himself out.
Hosemann: We do. Victor
Simon is ready for a shot at the International title, which Showtime
successfully defended against James Biamonte three nights ago at Requiem, and
we must move beyond the fact that Jaguar has potentially made his last
appearance on Frequency. That certainly will be weird.
Moments later, “Footprints” by G-Unit hits the speakers and the fans
erupt thunderously for the International Champion Showtime Damon Savage as he
makes his way to the ring! Showtime makes his entrance, and the fans reward him
with a huge ovation. Savage hands his belt to referee Jason Church, and the
bell sounds to start the match.
Troy: Alright, here we
go! International Championship up for grabs!
* PWA INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP:
SHOWTIME DAMON SAVAGE © VS. VICTOR SIMON *
Referee: Jason Church
Simon charges at Showtime
immediately upon the ringing of the bell, and begins pounding away on him
viciously. Simon has Showtime cornered, and begins peppering him with hard
rights and lefts, to a degree where referee Church has to physically separate
him from Showtime.
Hosemann: It’s good,
Simon grabs Showtime,
whips him against the ropes, and nails him with a hard powerslam!
With Showtime reeling on the mat, Simon climbs to the top and signals for his
finisher, the flying elbow smash!
Hosemann: It’s way too
early for this,
Simon leaps off with the move, but Showtime easily moves out of the way!
Simon hits the mat hard, and springs up, clutching his shoulder. However,
Showtime also springs to his feet, spins Simon around with a hard left, and
nails him with It’s Showtime with furious impact!
Showtime covers… one, two, three!
Hosemann: I told you,
Hosemann: That he does!
*
WINNER VIA PINFALL AND STILL INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION: SHOWTIME DAMON SAVAGE *
The fans continue cheering as “Footprints” replays over the speakers and
Showtime celebrates with his championship. However, as he does so, Romeo
charges into the ring and strikes Showtime down with a huge clubbing forearm!
Romeo proceeds to pummel Showtime with rapid fire rights and lefts and the fans
are booing in shock and disgust!
Hosemann: Could it be that Romeo has his eyes on the International
Championship?!
The fans boo vociferously as Da Playboi stands over the fallen champion, raising his arms
in the air as “And Then What” by Young Jeezy
serenades the
-- COMMERCIAL
BREAK --
Back from break, we see
Jaguar, his gym bag draped over his shoulder, walking toward the exit of the
building. As he continues walking, he is stopped by Greg Tantalus. The two
stare at each other momentarily, but Tantalus extend his hand and Jaguar shakes
it without hesitation.
Tantalus: I just wanted to wish you best
of luck in the Golden Ring tournament, and I wanted to
thank you for one of the best matches of my life the other night.
Jaguar: No Greg, thank
you. Give Jackie hell at Animosity and bring that belt home.
Tantalus nods at Jaguar
and he continues walking. However, right before he reaches the exit, he sees
Jason Calysto standing at the door. The two old friends embrace and Calysto is
the first to speak.
Calysto: I wish you all
the best, man. I hope to see you later on in the tournament. You know you and I
never got to have that one last showdown we’ve talked about for years.
Jaguar: Yeah, it’s a shame, too. We almost owe it to these people.
Calysto: Well, just give
them hell in the tournament, and I’ll see you around.
Jaguar: Oh yeah brother, I
won’t be far. You might not see me on this show again for a while so I can
focus on the tournament, but you’ll see me around.
Calysto: Alright man.
Take care of yourself.
Jaguar: I will.
The two shake hands, and Jaguar then exits the building, with Calysto
looking back at him as he does so.
The camera then pans back to ringside, where “Trust” by Sevendust hits
the speakers and the fans begin booing loudly as Briggs makes his way to the
ring, alongside his new manager Walter Gindin. Gindin grabs a microphone and
the two enter the ring.
Gindin: What you saw
Saturday night at Requiem was an omen of what’s to come. Jonathan Brett may
have been banished from the PWA, but Briggs has returned, and he has returned
with a vengeance. Solomon, you learned what we’re all about the other night,
and for you, the destruction will only continue. (fans
begin to chant for Solomon) Oh, it’s no use. He’s not coming. Solomon is not
here tonight, we made sure of that. He’s back home in
Gindin then hands the
microphone to Briggs amidst the heavy boos.
Briggs: Boo me all you want, but what I’m
about to speak is the truth. Solomon, in September, you took me out with an
injury, and put me on the shelf for seven long months. And Solomon, every day
of every one of those months, I have waited for the chance to obtain revenge.
And I got that chance at Requiem. And what a fitting name Requiem is for that
night, Solomon, because I have begun my masterpiece, the requiem for your
career. You might have dismantled Jonathan Brett and ran him out of this
company for good, but I’d like to see you do the same to me. So, Solomon, take your time getting back, but know this. When you return,
I will be here, waiting, and begging for you to do something. I am ready for
you, Solomon, ready to battle you to the depths of hell, so when you’re ready
to throw down, just come looking. I won’t be hard to find.
With that, Briggs throws down his mic and “Trust”
replays, prompting the fans to boo loudly as Briggs and Gindin exit.
Troy: This crowd used to love this man,
but siding with Walter Gindin is a one-way ticket to being disliked by this crowd.
Hosemann: Maybe so,
Troy: I might have to
agree with you there, Scott. Folks, we’ll be right back!
--
COMMERCIAL BREAK --
As we return, “Sad But True” by Metallica hits on the
speakers, and Bryan Conroy begins making his way to the ring to a chorus of
boos. Conroy wears a smug look on his face as he heads to the ring, ready for
combat. As Conroy stretches himself out on the ropes, “Chubby Boy” by Mannie Fresh hits and the fans cheer loudly for the PWA
commissioner Paul Ferrara as he makes his way to the ring!
Hosemann: These two guys have no love lost for each other,
and they’re going to further prove that tonight!
*
Referee:
Billy Vargas
Hosemann: It's true, Scott. Conroy beat
Conroy backs off momentarily, but when
Hosemann: He just might actually be able to,
Hosemann: I was just thinking the same thing,
Helen Summers then jumps
down from the apron, and
Hosemann: I can’t believe she is here,
Troy: I wish I knew the answer, Scott!
The fans boo loudly as “Sad
But True” replays and Conroy makes a quick exit
alongside Ms. Summers. Helen raises Conroy’s arm in victory before the two
exits to the back and we take another break.
-- COMMERCIAL
BREAK --
As we return, we see a
laughing Bryan Conroy and Helen Summers enter the backstage area. However, they
were none too pleased to find CEO Kerry Cox waiting for them as they turned the
corner.
Cox: What the hell is the meaning of
this?!
Conroy: Settle down, Kerry, it’s none of your business.
Cox: Oh no, it IS my business! What do you want here, Summers?
We don’t use the ORA anymore and we never will, so don’t waste your time.
Helen: Well Cox, I guess you should know that I’m no longer affiliated with the
ORA.
Conroy: That’s right Cox. Ms. Summers is no longer associated with the ORA, and
as such, she is now employed by me, as my manager. So, whether you like it or
not, Helen Summers is managing my career and will be here at Frequency with me
every single week. Have a nice day, Kerry.
Helen: Better luck next time.
Conroy and Summers then exit, cackling loudly, as
a fuming CEO Cox is left in their dust as we take a commercial break.
-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --
Back from break, “Things
Done Changed” by Notorious BIG hits the speakers and the fans begin booing
furiously as the new PWA World Heavyweight Champion Jackie Baccaro makes his way
to the ring, carrying his belt over his shoulder. Baccaro chuckles at the crowd
response as he grabs a microphone and enters the ring.
Baccaro: Ok, fine, I understand that you’re
going to boo me, and it’s to be expected, but that’s not really what this is
all about. You can get back to hating me next week, but as for tonight, I’d
like to honor a man that’s been helping me out and guiding my career since I
was just a little kid. This is a man who helped point me in the direction of
being a wrestler, a man who gave me the honor of inducting him into the Hall of
Fame two years ago, a man who helped get me a contract with this organization
just after my 23rd birthday. Ladies and gentlemen, please give it up for my
former manager, my trainer, and my mentor, Vulture!
The fans begin cheering as “Falling From The Sky”
by VAST blasts onto the speakers and Vulture makes his way to the ring.
Hosemann: These fans have always had respect for that man,
and he is one of the most popular superstars in the history of this company. A
two-time PWA Champion, an eight-time world champion, a first ballot Hall of Famer, one of this company’s very first inductees, Vulture
deserves any reaction he receives from any crowd.
Vulture enters the ring and shakes Baccaro’s
hand
Baccaro: Thank you so
much for coming out here, Vulture. I called you out here because I’m, quite frankly, sick of the games Magnifica has been
playing with you. I know I’ve been immature lately, and I’m sorry for that. But
I’m trying to make it right, and the only way I could think of to do it was to
come out to the ring and publicly honor you. So, Vulture, where do I begin? It’s
been a long time since…
Suddenly, Baccaro is cut
off as “She’s a Bitch” by Missy Elliot blasts onto the speakers, and Magnifica
emerges from behind the curtain to an array of hate-filled boos. Magnifica,
microphone in hand, walks down the aisle and enters the ring. Vulture has a
look of rage on his face as Magnifica enters.
Baccaro: I told you to stay in the back
for this!
Magnifica: I couldn’t help myself! This is unacceptable, Baccaro! I will NOT be
embarrassed like this! Do you realize what you’re doing? You’re feeding into
him! This MAN, and I DO use that term loosely, has
been fooling people into thinking that he was a genuine, good guy for years.
Well Mike, I didn’t buy it then, and I DON’T buy it now. You are who you are,
and that is an asshole. You are the same asshole you’ve been for all the years
I’ve known you, and that’s a lot of years. How many is it now, V, 14, 15? And
you never changed. Granted, I never changed either. But at least I’m happy with
who I am. At least I KNOW who I am. The sooner you let that Morgan Day bitch
go, the better off she’ll be. You can never sustain a healthy relationship.
Believe me, I know. Because you’re a loser, Vulture.
You never learned how to function in the real world, and that’s why you’re
going to die helpless, bored, and alone. You already can’t wrestle anymore. You
can’t defend yourself anymore. Now, you’re leading a poor girl on who is only
going to find out sooner than later that you just can’t do it. Not to mention
the fact that you tried to reinvent yourself as a manager, and SUCKED! Mike,
everything you touch turns to shit, and I will NOT stand by and hear the
champion of the world suck up to you and tell you how great you are, when all
you are is an overrated, pathetic, LOSER!
The fans boo, and Vulture grabs Baccaro’s
microphone.
Vulture: Are you done now? Did that
little diatribe make you feel any better? Because I feel one
of my own coming on now. Obviously, you’re still harboring feelings of
resentment towards me, and believe me, it has nothing
to do with our relationship. You never gave a shit about that. Your game, Magnifica,
is that you got off on manipulating me, on making me your own personal little
puppet. You got almost perverse pleasure out of it. And I’m sure I’m not the
only one that’s experienced that from you. Hell, it seems like you’ve even
sucked Jackie into your trap here. But the bottom line with us is that I tired
of your bullshit, and I broke free of your clutches. Once you lost your hold
over me, it infuriated you, and it still infuriates you to this day. You couldn’t
just leave well enough alone. I tossed you out on your ass after you lost a
loser leaves PWA match nearly three years ago, and you had the sense to stay
away, until now. Obviously, for three years, you’ve sat God knows where,
letting this all stew in your head, plotting your revenge like the psychopath
you are, and when you saw an opportunity to try to invade my life and make it
miserable, you just had to go for it. Well, I’m not going to play your game
anymore. You attacked my girlfriend, and be sure she’s not going to forget that
when she comes back. You helped in her losing the women’s championship, and I
can tell you’re intent on screwing with my life every chance you get, just like
you’ve done so many times in the past. Only this time, Magnifica, I’m not
playing your game. Giacomo, I want out of my contract. I’m through. Whatever I
do in wrestling from now on, if anything, I don’t want it to be a part of this.
You’re not winning this time, Magnifica.
Magnifica: (smiling sadistically)
Oh, but I already have.
Before Vulture can
register that statement, Baccaro bashes him in the back of the skull with the
PWA Championship belt, downing him hard!
Hosemann: Was this all a
setup?!
The fans begin booing profusely
as Baccaro mounts Vulture and begins pummeling him with vicious rights to the
face! He backs up, and when Vulture rises just several inches from the mat,
Baccaro gets a running start and kicks Vulture hard right in the head! Baccaro
then grabs Vultures hair and bends down next to him, screaming in his face.
Baccaro: I’m the champion now! You’re
nothing! You treat ME with respect! Don’t dare call me Giacomo! Don’t you DARE
treat me like a child, like you’re a parent! I am the leader! I am the master!
I am the greatest wrestler in the world, and you are NOTHING, you piece of
shit!
Baccaro exits the ring and Magnifica begins stomping away on Vulture,
screaming inaudibly at him as well. Baccaro then returns to the ring with a
steel chair, and instructs Magnifica to lift Vulture up. She obliges and the
champion, with a running start, bashes Vulture’s brains in with the chair,
splitting him wide open! Blood pours down from Vulture’s forehead as Baccaro
lifts him up again, and destroys him with the Baccaro Bomb, sending Vulture
crashing down right onto the steel chair!
Baccaro turns to exit,
but Magnifica instructs him to stay. Magnifica then tells Baccaro to drag
Vulture to the ropes, and the two tie his arms in the ropes. Magnifica then
takes the chair and bashes Vulture hard in the skull with it! Vulture slumps
down, motionless, but now Magnifica hands the chair to Baccaro. With all his
might, the champion rears back and cracks Vulture in the head, delivering the
death blow. Blood splatters upon impact, and Vulture
goes limp, tied up in the ropes. The fans pelt Baccaro and Magnifica with
garbage in the ring as Magnifica raises Baccaro’s arm
high, the PWA title belt in one hand, the blood-stained chair in the other as
the camera fades to black.
Hosemann: Not to mention the fact that this man has a surgically repaired neck!
This is disgusting!
-- END SHOW --
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