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SATURDAY, JUNE 11, 2005 * SBC PARK * SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA

 

The FBI warning flashes onto the screen, before fading into a video that highlights the upcoming 30-man Symphony of Destruction match for a shot at the world championship of their choice August 20 at Everlasting Epic IV, along with the turbo-charged Last Man Standing bout for the ORA title between GI Jew and Anthony Failla, in which Failla will leave the company if he is not victorious.  As the video package concludes, "Thoughtless" by Evanescence hits and we are taken to SBC Park in San Francisco, California , where we catch sight of an elaborate blue and silver set, featuring a massive Jumbotron at right of the structure, and a steel beamed stage that connects a giant Symphony of Destruction logo.   From there, an amazing pyrotechnics display ensues, with fireworks shooting from the beams all throughout SBC Park!  As the exhibition concludes and the fans go berserk, we are taken to our commentators, Victor Troy and Paul Ferrara!

Troy:  Welcome everyone to San Francisco!  Welcome to SBC Park!  Welcome to Symphony of Destruction !  I'm Victor Troy, along here with Paul Ferrara, for what is arguably the most exciting and unpredictable night of the year here in the PWA!  Before this night is through, five championships will be decided, one career may come to a screeching halt, and one man will have earned the right to challenge for the championship of his choice August 20 at Everlasting Epic IV!

Ferrara:  That's right, Troy, and I cannot wait!  I am psyched about this year's Symphony of Destruction more than in other years.

Troy:  Well, I'd imagine that's because you'll be competing in the SOD this year, and it could be you that advances to the main event of EE4.

Ferrara:  Absolutely.  I'm gonna give it my all out there tonight and see what happens.

Troy:  Well, you'll certainly face some stiff competition.  The match features the likes of Jaguar, Romeo, Jason Calysto, Solomon, Briggs, Greg Tantalus, Jackie Baccaro, and don't forget the three mystery entrants!

Ferrara:  Yeah Troy, I can't even begin to speculate as to who they may be.

Troy:  Plus, we have two big world title matches tonight, with Hollywood Mike Griffin defending the PWA strap against Scythe, and Anthony Failla putting his career on the line against GI Jew and the ORA title in a Last Man Standing match.

Ferrara:  That should be nothing short of sheer brutality.

Troy:  Alright folks, let's get down to ringside for our opening contest!

 

PWA PROGRESSIVE CHAMPIONSHIP:  RENEGADE © VS. DEXTER P. WELLINGTON:
Referee:  Jose Soares
The crowd is still cheering wildly as Lee Palmer climbs into the ring to introduce the participants of the first contest, but they quickly begin to boo as Mozart's "Marriage of Figaro" hits over the loudspeakers.

 

Palmer: The opening contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the PWA Progressive Championship! Introducing first, the chellenger, being led to the ring by Winston, from Fairfield, Connecticut, weighing 244 pounds, Dexter P. Welllllllllingtonnnnnnnn!

 

Wellington is first to step out on the illustrious SOD set, and he is followed by a battered and beaten Winston, who limps behind him to show the after effects of the beating he took from Renegade and Paul Dawkins this past Tuesday on Frequency. Boos follow them down the long ramp, but Wellington looks more than ready for action as he disrobes and jumps around to warm up.

 

Troy: Dexter Wellington's actions, namely those against Liz Rush, have been deplorable as of late. I hope Renegade gives him exactly what he deserves here tonight.

 

Ferrara: We all know Renegade and Liz are good friends, because Liz is Paul Dawkins' girlfriend, but the real point here is the ring psychology of Wellington. He is a master at it, and Renegade is a notorious hothead, so that could work against the champion tonight. I called a new champ on Frequency, and I'm sticking to it for that reason.

 

50 Cent's "Piggy Bank" hits next, bringing the crowd to its feet as Palmer speaks again.

 

Palmer: And his opponent, from New Brunswick, New Jersey, weighing 229 pounds, he is the PWA  Progressive Champion, he is Renegade!

 

Sure to Ferrara's prediction, the hotheaded champion blazes a trail down the long ramp before sliding into the ring to take Wellington down with a spear! Jose Soares calls for the bell as Palmer scurries out of the ring and Renegade pounds away on Wellington with piston-like right hands.

 

Soares breaks it up, but Renegade gets Wellington off the mat before shooting him to the ropes and leveling him with a jumping roundhouse kick that sends the challenger under the bottom rope to the arena floor!

 

Troy: What a hot start for Renegade! This crowd is going nuts and we are only 5 minutes into this broadcast!

 

Ferrara: They are, but Wellington realizes that he has to slow things down a bit, and that's what he's gonna do here.

 

Winston climbs up on the ring apron to distract Renegade long enough for Wellington to sneak attack him from behind, but the champion sees it coming and lays him down with a hard chop to the chest. Renegade covers for an early two count, but once he lifts Wellington up, he is blinded with an eye rake before being floored by a European uppercut.

 

The crowd boos as Wellington begins to take an advantage, but he only serves to further it by scooping Renegade up and slamming him before backing into the ropes and connecting with a vile kneedrop across the forehead! Wellington makes a cover for one...two...and Renegade kicks out.

 

Wellington decides to wear Renegade down with a low front facelock. The crowd chants for Renegade to rise, but the champion appears to fade slowly. Soares lifts his arm once, then twice, but Renegade manages to get to his knees and then his feet before gutting it out and driving Wellington back hard into the corner.

 

The hold is broken and Renegade lands two stiff knife-edge chops before delivering a hard Irish whip. Wellington hits the turnbuckles hard and Renegade chagres at him, but Wellington side steps him. Renegade stops short and turns to find a Wellington left hand coming at him, but Renegade ducks under it and scoops the challenger up onto his shoulders before driving him down with The F-U!

 

Troy: The F-U! This one has got to be over!

 

Renegade makes a cover and hooks both legs, but there is no count because Winston is on the ring apron arguing with Soares!

 

Troy: Get him down ref!

 

Renegade gets off the cover to grab Winston by the jacket before nailing him with a right hand that knocks the spectacles from his face as he lands to the arena floor, but the distraction gives Wellington enough time to grab Renegade in a full nelson before taking him backwards and down hard with a Tiger Suplex! He bridges it as Soares counts 1----2-----3 and calls for the bell!

 

Ferrara: New champion! What did I say?!

 

Troy: This is ridiculous! Thanks to Winston, Renegade's superb title run has come to an end here!

 

Ferrara: Renegade is not happy at all, but he will get another chance at him in the Symphony of Destruction, possibly. Unfortunately for him, Wellington is the new champion regardless of what happens later tonight.

 

"Marriage of Figaro" replays as Wellington is announced as the winner and new Progressive Champion. Renegade shakes the cobwebs before confronting Soares about the result, but Wellington and Winston leave happily and quickly with the Progressive Championship belt in tow.

WINNER VIA PINFALL AT 7:24 AND NEW PROGRESSIVE CHAMPION:  DEXTER P. WELLINGTON


In the backstage area, we see members of The Legacy congregating, all looking pensive and focused.  PWA Champion Hollywood Mike Griffin, Tag Team Champions Steve Beovich and Greg Price, Superstar Scott Hosemann, Darrin Giles, Jonathan Brett and, of course, Justin Schenck are all present.

 

Schenck:  Alright gentlemen.  The night is upon us.  Tonight, we all have jobs to do, and all of them must be accomplished.  Beovich, Price, it's your time to shine.  You two are the greatest tag team in the world, so go out there and show Epton, Wolfe, and the whole world exactly that right now and hold onto these belts.  Hollywood, this is your show, baby.  Believe me, I know Scythe is a formidable foe, but if I didn't know you were the best in the world, you wouldn't be here.

 

Griffin:  Naturally.

 

Price:  Hey, that's my line.

 

Light laughter emerges from the group.

 

Schenck:  So, men, once everything has progressed according to plan and we still have both championships in our camp, all attention turns to the SOD match.  Scott, Darrin, Brett, the three of you and myself will all be competing in this match.  The mission is for ONE of us to win this match and move onto Everlasting Epic to challenge for any title of our choice.  Our choice will be the ORA Championship.  Then, the remaining members of the camp will go out and capture the International and Progressive titles by Everlasting Epic and on August 20th, The Legacy will truly rule the wrestling world as we control every title this company has to offer!  Are you with me?!

 

Raucous cheers resonate from the dressing room as Beovich and Price head to the ring for their title match with Schenck.


PWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP:  THE NATURALS © VS. PAUL EPTON & JOHN WOLFE:
Referee:  Jason Church
At ringside, "Stockholm Syndrome" by Muse hits and Paul Epton and John Wolfe make their way out to the ring to a very favorable reaction from the
San Francisco crowd, ready for their opportunity to regain the tag team titles.  Epton and Wolfe settle in the ring, taking in the cheers of the crowd, as they await the champs.

 

Moments later, "More Human Than Human" by White Zombie hits and The Omega Steve Beovich makes his way out alongside partner Greg Price, who has now taken to calling himself "The Alpha," and manager Justin Schenck.  The new Naturals, the Tag Team Champions, have arrived, and they quickly head into the ring and go at it with the former champs, prompting the bell to ring.

 

Troy:  Alright, tag team titles on the line!

Ferrara:  This should be a good one.

 

Beovich starts things off with Epton, and it is the stronger Beovich who is able to control the early tempo of the match.  Beovich whips Epton into the corner and keeps him there, trying to keep the speedy Brit off balance.  He is successful early, but Epton's speed is soon too much for him, and Epton eventually turns the tempo around, bringing the challengers the advantage.  Beovich then tags Price into the match, and Price and Epton proceed to have a very fast-paced, action-packed exchange that ends with Price being clotheslined out of the ring and Epton doing a springboard plancha out of the ring and into him!
 

Troy:  My God!  What a move!

 

Ferrara:  Epton has no fear!  That man has no fear!

 

On the outside, Epton tries to get to his feet, while Price is out, but Beovich comes from his corner and floors Epton with a hard clothesline before rolling him back into the ring.  Beovich also rolls Price into the ring, and Price begins crawling toward Beovich once back inside, looking to make a tag.  However, Epton has the same idea, and begins crawling to his corner.  Price reaches the corner first and tags Beovich back in.  Then, as Beovich runs at Epton, Epton tags in John Wolfe!

Troy:  And here comes the Wolfe!

 

Wolfe comes in and begins laying out everyone left and right.  He floors Beovich, floors Price as he storms back into the ring, and knocks Justin Schenck off the apron when he hops on!  Wolfe then grabs Beovich by the throat and blasts him with a thunderous chokeslam!  Wolfe tags Epton in, and Epton goes to the top, looking for the Shooting Star Press!  However, out of desperation, Beovich grabs the referee and shoves him into the ropes, knocking Epton off!  Beovich then gets up, sets up Epton, and blasts him with the Extreme Precision frog splash!  Beovich covers... one, two, Wolfe charges but Price chop-blocks him, three!

 

Troy:  I don't believe it!  The Naturals have won!

 

Ferrara:  What an effort by The Naturals!

Troy:  Paul, I gotta believe that Epton was going to hit that shooting star and secure the victory, but Beovich shoved the damn referee into the ropes!  That's not right!

 

Ferrara:  Eh, quit your whining.  The Naturals retained the gold fair and square tonight.  I guess the Brits are just gonna have to go back to the drawing board now.

 

As the fans boo loudly, "More Human Than Human" plays again and the champions escape quickly and quietly, knowing that the Legacy has bigger things to focus on for the rest of the night now that these titles are secure.

WINNERS VIA PINFALL AT 6:12 AND STILL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS:  THE NATURALS

 

The camera cuts backstage, where Rick Madsen is with Solomon and Walter Gindin.

 

Madsen:  I'm here with my two favorite people, Solomon and Walter Gindin.  How...

 

Gindin:  Don't get cute, Madsen, or we might have to rip through you again.
 

Madsen:  We?  You couldn't if you tried.

 

Solomon:  Shut up!  This has nothing to do with either of you!  This has EVERYTHING to do with me getting back what is rightfully mine, and I can't do that unless I get an opportunity.  Well, tonight, here at the Symphony of Destruction, all I have to do is blast through 29 men and that opportunity is mine.  Rest assured, I will not fail.  I've been pinned once, but I will not be pinned tonight.  You are looking at the winner of the Symphony of Destruction.

PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP:  HOLLYWOOD MIKE GRIFFIN © VS. SCYTHE:
Referee:  Tom Stevens
The opening of
Linkin Park's "With You" begins before the song bursts over the speakers, bringing the crowd into rabid cheers as the entrance becomes lost in a thick fog of smoke. Scythe walks out to a thunderous ovation from the capacity crowd, and the West Coast's most popular superstar soaks up the ovation before nearing the ring and running to slide into it. Scythe hops up on the turnbuckles and looks out to the crowd as cameras click everywhere to catch his image.

 

Troy: It has been a long and hard road for Scythe since he lost the PWA Championship at Hellbent to Solomon. He did lose his last match for the title against Romeo at Requiem, but a fact that hasn't been discussed much is that Scythe and Mike Griffin have wrestled for the title once before, and Scythe pinned Griffin to retain the title at last year's Meltdown event.

 

Ferrara: He did, in a very controversial match. But Scythe has a huge, huge homefield advantage here in California, and he will definitely use that in this match as much as he possibly can.

 

Tool's "Parabola" hits next, and boos flow throughout the stadium as Hollywood Mike Griffin's video highlight reel plays over the gigantic centerfield Jumbotron. Griffin walks out next, followed closely by Jonathan Brett and Justin Schenck. The trio stops at the top of the ramp before Griffin throws his arms up into the air, sparking off a series of fireworks that stretch from each side of the ramp before culminating in the middle. When that stops, another huge series of blasts set off in the distance, creating a majestic image from McCovey Cove before The Legacy's leaders march down to the ring. Griffin climbs inside and does his trademark spin in the middle of the ring, but senior official Tom Stevens hops out of the squared circle to demand that Brett remove himself from ringside and head to the back!

 

Ferrara: What is he doing?!

 

Troy: He's getting Jonathan Brett outta here!

 

Ferrara: Why?!

 

Troy: All he does is interfere! Justin has a manager's license, but Brett does not, so he is gone. It’s about time somebody do something about him.

 

Schenck protests the move, but Stevens upholds it and Brett takes the long walk to the back as the music ends. Griffin disrobes and unstraps the title belt from his waist and forks it over to Stevens, who holds it up before calling for the bell.

 

Both men circle the ring before locking up in the center. Griffin executes a go-behind before grabbing Scythe in a side headlock. Scythe tries to counter, but Griffin takes him down quickly. He tries to keep him on the mat and does, but Scythe takes the slight advantage by applying a head scissors. Griffin squeezes out of it, but Scythe kicks himself up quickly, leaving both men in a standoff as the crowd applauds.

 

Griffin ignores the crowd and runs at Scythe, but he is taken down quickly with a low and deep armdrag. He gets back up, but runs into another one that Scythe keeps into an armbar. Griffin rolls out of it and twists Scythe's arm, but Scythe twists it back before putting him down with a stinging reverse knife-edge chop!

 

Troy: What a chop that was!

 

Griffin gets up and Scythe Irish whips him, but Griffin reverses it. Scythe hits the ropes and runs into a sleeperhold on his return, but he quickly spins out of it and drops Griffin on his head with a belly-to-back suplex! Scythe makes a cover for one...two...and Griffin quickly kicks out!

 

Scythe continues to go to work by scooping Griffin up and dropping him down with a bodyslam. He then exits the ring to head up to the top rope as Griffin slowly begins to rise. Griffin stands up and turns around to be nailed in the chest by Scythe in a dazzling flying body press! Both men hit the mat, but Scythe holds the pin for one...two....and Griffin kicks out again!

 

Scythe shakes it off and kicks Griffin in the midsection before Irish whipping him across the ring. Scythe ducks down for a back body drop, giving the champion a huge opening to stop short and level him with a running knee lift!

 

Troy: Scythe dropped his head and he paid for it on that knee lift.

 

Ferrara: That one move can lead to Mike Griffin taking full control of this match now.

 

Griffin gets Scythe off the mat and rocks him with a big forearm shiver. He follows up with another before whipping Scythe to the ropes and hitting a dropkick right on the butt of his jaw. Scythe goes down and Griffin covers for a two count before trying to wear him down with a sleeperhold. Scythe tries to get up, but Griffin uses his leverage to drive him back down on the mat.

 

Ferrara: This is excellent strategy from Griffin here. He is using his weight to wear Scythe down, and by keeping him grounded on the mat, he cannot be pinned.

 

Troy: While it looks basic, this is a very effective hold. Scythe has to find a way out here.

 

The crowd wills Scythe on as Griffin talks into his ear to block out the noise. But the record crowd is too loud, and the heavy fan favorite finds a way to reach one knee and then two before elbowing Griffin in the midsection. Griffin keeps the hold on, but he gets too close to Scythe's arm as the challenger scoops him up and breaks the hold with a desperate sidewalk slam!

 

Both men are down and it takes a few seconds for either to stir. Griffin rises first and goes after Scythe's legs, but the Modern Day Samurai shocks him with a spinning back kick, putting him back down on the mat!

 

Troy: Scythe just completely connected with that kick!

 

Ferrara: Griffin might be out!

 

Scythe crawls over to make a cover for one...two...and Griffin gets an arm off the canvas! The crowd is stunned and so is Scythe, but the determined challenger keeps his memory short and begins to stalk the rising Griffin from behind with his arms raised in the air for The Flying Dragon. Griffin gets up and turns into Scythe's grip. He lifts him up into the air by the neck, but Griffin hits Scythe under the armpit, releasing him from the hold before he grabs Scythe and ties him in The Culmination!

 

Troy: He's got The Culmination on!

 

Ferrara: Scythe isn't going anywhere now!

 

Griffin clutches Scythe across the neck and tries to take him down to the mat, but Scythe bends over until he is able to land on one knee. Griffin pulls even tighter, and finally does manage to land on his back, taking Scythe with him as the crowd looks on in horror!

 

Ferrara: He's got Scythe trapped now, he has no other choice! He's gotta give it up here!

 

Scythe's face begins to turn deep shades of red and then into a hue of blue as Griffin digs deeper and deeper. Scythe flails his arms desperately, but Griffin, Schenck and the crowd are all stunned when he manages to barely grasp the bottom rope!

 

Troy: He's got the rope! Griffin has to break the hold here!

 

Ferrara: How the hell did he do that?!

 

Stevens forces Griffin to break the hold, and the crafty champion releases Scythe so he can score a quick pinfall. He covers and hooks a leg tightly for one......two.......thr- but Scythe kicks out to a thunderous roar from the crowd!

 

Troy: Scythe still has some life here!

 

Griffin gets up irate and jumps in the face of Stevens, but the PWA's most tenured official remains firm and returns Griffin's advances. The champion gives up his argument and turns back to Scythe, but he is shocked and then slammed when Scythe blasts him with The Flying Dragon! Scythe falls atop Griffin and Stevens counts one........two.......thre- but the champion gets a shoulder up!

 

Troy: How did he get an arm up?!

 

Ferrara: It’s the will of a champion Troy!

 

Troy: Scythe has that same will, possibly even greater than Griffin's, and now he's looking to put him away with The Diving Blade!

 

Scythe takes awhile to drag Griffin over to a corner, but he does it successfully. He tries to scale the turnbuckles, but Schenck grabs his ankle from the outside! Scythe has to climb back down to reach him, but he grabs The Legacy's leader by the suit jacket and pulls him up to the ring apron before knocking him with a right hand that nearly puts him in the second row! Before Scythe can regroup, Griffin runs up behind him, grabs him in a waistlock and drops him on his head with the first of three devastating German Suplexes!

 

Ferrara: He just folded Scythe up like an accordion!

 

Troy: And now it’s the champion who is going up top for a moonsault!

 

Scythe is flat on his back and the crowd is booing raucously as Griffin climbs up to the top rope. He jumps off, and the flashbulbs pop in mass as the champion connects with a picture-perfect moonsault! Griffin lands right on top of Scythe and hooks both legs as Stevens counts one...two...three!

 

Troy: Dammit! Thanks to Justin, once again, The Legacy has come out on top!

 

Ferrara: Not many can survive that suplex and moonsault combo, and Scythe bit the dust tonight. I'd love to stick around, but I have a little thing called The Symphony of Destruction to win tonight. I'll see you around Troy.

 

Troy: Alright Paul, good luck out there.

 

"Parabola" hits again, and the crowd looks on in shock as Griffin is named the winner and awarded the title belt he still claims. He doesn't bother to celebrate as he quickly gets Schenck off the arena floor and heads to the back. Paul Ferrara heads to the back as well, and it isn't long until Rick Madsen runs down to take his place at the announce table.

 

Back in the ring, Tom Stevens helps Scythe up to his feet, and the Modern-Day Samurai raises one fist high in the air as "With You" plays for the second time, allowing Scythe to make his exit with his head held high amongst his legion of fans.

WINNER VIA PINFALL AT 15:57 AND STILL PWA CHAMPION:  HOLLYWOOD MIKE GRIFFIN


We are taken back to the interview area, where Scott Cornelius is with Jaguar.

 

Cornelius: Alright, I'm here with Jaguar, and Jag, this is a huge event for you. You are just moments away from competing in The Symphony of Destruction match, which you know will lead to a match for the championship of your choice at Everlasting Epic 4. What are you thinking before heading out there?

 

Jaguar: Corny, a lot of people tell me that I have done it all in this business. And some might think they're right. I've won more titles than any other superstar in this company's history, but there's one thing I have none done yet, and that is compete in the main event of an Everlasting Epic. This industry is all about Everlasting Epic man, and until I get there, I'm nowhere near done. I know I have to go out there and outlast 29 other great athletes, but I think people should know better than to ever count me out by now. I'm gonna go out there and beat whoever I have to beat, but I will leave here as the SOD winner and go on to Everlasting Epic 4 to regain the World Title.

 

Cornelius: Alright, thanks a lot Jag.

The trailer for the new movie Five Houses, starring former PWA superstar Rudy Montenora, airs on the Jumbotron.  For more information on the movie, which premieres Tuesday night, go to www.fivehouses.com.


PWA WOMEN’S CHAMPIONSHIP:  KEIKO ISHIDA © VS. LIZ RUSH:
Referee:  Dan Martin
As Rick Madsen settles in, "The Stone Monkey" by Kazu Matsui plays, prompting the fans to boo loudly as the Women's Champion Keiko Ishida makes her way to the ring, alongside agent Walter Gindin.

 

Troy:  Hello Rick, welcome to the announce position for the rest of the night.

 

Madsen:  Hey Troy, I'm very pleased to be out here, and I'm really looking forward to calling the rest of this show.

 

Troy:  Well, we're gonna start off with a bang for you right now, as Liz Rush is about to challenge Keiko Ishida for the Women's Championship.

 

Madsen:  This is a very interesting match, to say the least.  Keiko Ishida is undefeated in the PWA, and is now more than six months into her reign as champion, easily the longest reign of all time.  However, in recent weeks, spunky spitfire Liz Rush has shown signs of perhaps having Keiko's number, or at least having a shot, despite the fact that she is nine inches shorter and 50 pounds lighter than the menacing champion.

 

As Keiko readies herself in the ring, "Thick Skin" by Joydrop hits and the fans cheer loudly for Liz Rush as she appears from behind the curtain.  Liz wastes no time, sprinting down the aisle and immediately going after Ishida, prompting the bell to sound.  Liz peppers Keiko with rights and lefts that stagger the intimidating champion, backing her up to the corner.  Once there, Liz runs at her and nails a furious dropkick that knocks the back of Keiko's head against the buckle!  Keiko is dazed as she moves out, and Liz takes advantage, downing the champion with a furious enziguri!

Troy:  Look at Liz Rush go!

 

Madsen:  She is on fire!

 

Keiko doesn't stay down long, but she does seem to be quite out of it as she rises.  Liz takes advantage of this again, bouncing off the ropes and nailing a big spinning heel kick!  While Keiko rises this time, Liz scales the ropes and dives off, looking for a big cross body... but Keiko catches her and spikes her right on her head!

 

Troy:  Oh my God!

Madsen:  I think Liz is twitching on the mat!

 

Keiko shakes the cobwebs out of her head, lifts Liz up, and destroys her with a furious powerbomb!  The fans are booing as Keiko gets in position for her running STO.  Liz slowly, methodically, gets back to her feet, and as soon as she does, Keiko flies at her and destroys her with the STO!  Keiko covers... one, two, three!

 

Troy:  And it's over!  Keiko Ishida has won again!

Madsen:  This woman is unbelievable! 
Troy, I'm starting to think that Keiko Ishida is absolutely unstoppable!

 

Troy:  She just might be.  You've gotta hand it to Liz Rush, folks, for a valiant effort, but this Keiko Ishida just might be unstoppable.

 

The fans boo as "The Stone Monkey" blares over the speakers and Keiko Ishida escapes alongside Walter Gindin, her title again intact.

WINNER VIA PINFALL AT 4:16 AND STILL WOMEN’S CHAMPION:  KEIKO ISHIDA

 

We cut backstage, where Nick Cade is standing with International Champion Jackie Baccaro and his manager Vulture.

 

Cade:  Jackie Baccaro, what will it take to win the Symphony of Destruction here tonight?

 

Vulture:  Don't answer that, Giacomo.  You don't have to let anyone in on the strategy.  Just know this, people.  Jackie Baccaro is ready, and tonight, Jackie Baccaro is gonna shock the world and win the Symphony of Destruction and move straight to Everlasting Epic.

 

Baccaro:  Let's face it.  I am the complete package.  And with Vulture in my corner, I can't lose.  Tonight, a new era dawns.  Tonight, I, the International Champion Jackie Baccaro, earn a spot in the main event of Everlasting Epic IV and a world title match.


We are then taken elsewhere in the backstage interview area, where Traci Reed is standing with a restless Greg Tantalus.

 

Reed: Greg, we are moments away from The Symphony of Destruction matchup, in which you will have an opportunity to secure yourself a World title shot at Everlasting Epic. I know you're ready to go right now, but what’s on your mind?

 

Tantalus: I'm more than just antsy Traci. What I have now is a chance to fully redeem myself. I should have been in the World Title match tonight, but thanks to Griffin and The Legacy, I didn't have that opportunity. What I have now is a chance to right all those wrongs. I'm glad that Griffin retained the title tonight, because now all that does is drive me more. It makes me want to win this thing that much more Traci, and that is exactly what I am going to go out there and do. I am going to outlast 29 other men, win The Symphony of Destruction, and I hope you still have that title at Everlasting Epic Mike, because I'll be coming to not just beat you, I'll be there to take away the most precious thing you have in life, the World Heavyweight Championship!

 

Tantalus storms off the set with an intense look in his eyes as we head back out to the ballpark.


ORA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP:  LAST MAN STANDING:  GI JEW © VS. ANTHONY FAILLA
Referee:  Matt Hansen
Lee Palmer climbs back into the ring, and begins to speak over the booing of the crowd as Jadakiss' and Styles P's "Shootouts" hits the speakers.

 

Palmer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a Last Man Standing match for The ORA World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, from Queens, New York, weighing 291 pounds, Anthonyyyyy Faiiiii-llaaaaaaaa!

 

A monstrous blast of pyro explodes at the top of the ramp before Failla walks out to an equally monstrous chorus of boos. The former ORA Champion walks down to the ring with a stoic look on his face, knowing that he must win the title tonight or his career will come to an end.

 

Troy: Failla looks focused and ready tonight. This could be the last match of his career if he loses in his bid to regain the ORA Championship against GI Jew.

 

Madsen: And that was brought about by GI Jew's words to Failla the other night on Frequency. GI Jew basically cut to the core of Failla's ego and that drove Failla to put his career on the line. On one hand, I can understand that he wants to show that confidence, but having to knock GI Jew down and out for 10 seconds is easier said than done. He might have really painted himself into a corner tonight.

 

Troy: He will only have himself to blame if he loses, but he is definitely hellbent on regaining the title he lost one month ago.

 

Failla steps into the ring and pounds his fist into his palm as the music stops. Suddenly, Slipknot's "Opium of The People" explodes over the speakers and the crowd goes crazy as Palmer introduces the champion.

 

Palmer: And his opponent, also from Queens, New York, and weighing in at 234 pounds, he is The ORA Heavyweight Champion of The Worrrrrld, he is G....I....Jewwww!

 

GI Jew rides out to a booming ovation from the crowd and he stops his bike on the ramp to look out into the thousands. He pounds his chest, which is covered by his now-familiar NYFD muscle shirt, before raising the ORA Title belt high. A series of four collages of red, white and blue fireworks shoot off into the now dark waters of McCovey Cove before the champion speeds his way down the ramp and around the ring before coming to a stop. Jew hops off the bike, tosses the belt to the ground and Failla rolls out from the ring to immediately begin the war!

 

Madsen: The fight is on here!

 

GI Jew and Failla immediately tear into one another with repeated vicious punches, but it is the champion who takes the advantage as he rocks Failla with three big right hands. He grabs his arm to whip him into the ring steps, but Failla reverses and it is GI Jew who hits the staircase with a booming thud,

 

Failla grabs Jew and rolls him into the ring before applying a quick chokehold. With the champion struggling to breathe, Failla scoops him up before dropping him down in a sidewalk slam. As if he were taunting GI Jew, Failla backs off and allows Matt Hansen to begin his count. Hansen reaches two when GI Jew gets up off the mat, but he is sent right back down with a vile knee lift to the face.

 

Troy: It has been all Failla so far.

 

Madsen: He is dominating the outset of this match, but it’s gonna take a lot more than a slam here or there to keep him down and win this match.

 

Failla heeds Madsen's inaudible advice as he rolls out of the ring and returns with a steel chair in hand. He swings it, but GI Jew ducks down and hits him in the midsection before stunning him with a quick DDT. Jew then grabs the chair and winds up before delivering a huge shot to Failla's cranium that sends the entire crowd into rabid, bloodthirsty cheers!

 

Troy: My God, what a chairshot!

 

Madsen: If you didn't already put the women and children to bed, now is the time for it folks.

 

Failla is down as Hansen begins his slow count. It reaches three...four...five...six, but not seven as Failla staggers up to his feet. Jew takes the chair and swings it sideways, but Failla's massive forearm blocks and swats the blow before his boot connects with Jew's jaw, sending him down hard.

 

Failla grabs GI Jew and tosses him out of the ring, but the crowd oohs once the Jumbotron shows a steady stream of blood beginning to trickle from his head.  Failla ignores it before hopping out of the ring and bodyslamming GI Jew down on the stadium floor. Failla shoves a cameraman backwards and then grabs the cords on the floor before wrapping them around the champion's neck. Hansen demands GI Jew's release, but Failla is fully aware of the rules because there are none. He chokes the life out of GI Jew before unwrapping the cords and leaving him for Hansen to make his count reluctantly.

 

Troy: Failla just choked the hell out of him with those cable wires!

 

Madsen: You know its all legal out there Vic!

 

The crowd counts along with Hansen for one...two...three...four...five...six...seven...eight, but it stops there as GI Jew rises. Failla becomes irate and charges at GI Jew, but the champion sees him coming and lifts him to deliver a reverse Hot Shot from the floor that sends Failla's head snapping back on the middle rope and then down hard to the floor! GI Jew then goes back to the same camera man and rips the machine from him. Ready to one-up his opponent, Jew puts the camera on his shoulder before charging and driving it right into Failla's forehead, sending him down for the count and opening his cut up into a huge gash!

 

Troy: GI Jew just evened the score with that camera!

 

Madsen: Forget evening it, this match might be over right here!

 

Hansen counts up to eight, but Failla is standing before he can get to nine. He staggers back up against the security wall, and GI Jew sends them both over it with a clothesline that launches them both into the crowd. Neither man is getting up, so Hansen begins his count. It reaches five before both men get up.

 

GI Jew blasts Failla with a big right hand, but the challenger takes the advantage with a knee to the gut and a suplex that takes a fan down to the floor in the process. Security rushes in to clear a path and keep the fans away as Failla mounts GI Jew and wails away on his forehead until his right fist draws blood.

 

Troy: And now GI Jew is busted open!

 

Madsen: It’s not pretty at all, this is a straight up fight with everything on the line!

 

Failla gets off, but before Hansen can count Failla scoops Jew off the floor and holds him straight up before spiking him with a piledriver on top of the floor for good measure!

 

Troy: Piledriver in the crowd! We're gonna see a new champion crowned here!

 

Madsen: Not to change the subject, but I know we've got some people out there that are thinking that didn't hurt because this ballpark is on a grass field. That's true, but in order to protect The Giants' playing surface, a thin and hard mat was run throughout the floor to keep the grass in order. The translation? That hurt like holy hell!

 

GI Jew is motionless as Hansen fights his way through the crowd to make his count. It reaches one...two...three...four...five...six...seven...eight...nine..., but Jew gets up! Failla runs back at GI Jew, but the bloody champion surprises him and everyone else when he meets Failla with a thunderous Gore that sends them both barreling five rows backwards into the crowd!

 

Troy: We're gonna need more security out here!

 

With stadium security unable to contain the brawl, a few os San Fransisco's finest are called in to keep the crowd safe. Before Hansen can count, GI Jew is already lifting Failla up and punching him back further and further towards the right field wall. Jew hits Failla with a big right hand that sends him stumbling into a wall on the foul line of the park.

 

GI Jew charges, but another Failla big boot takes him down in a heap. Failla grabs GI Jew by the legs and drags him towards the rightfield wall in the outfield. After spitting on Jew is a huge show of disrespect, Failla unleashes a violent slingshot that sends Jew's head crashing into SBC Park's "Splash Hits" billboard! Jew connects so hard that the "038" now reads "027" as the 3 and 8 come down atop the bloody champion, sending the crowd into a massive "Holy Shit" chant.

 

Troy: My sentiments exactly! Failla just slingshotted GI Jew into that famous sign, and he has got to be out cold now!

 

Madsen: I'm a big baseball fan, and we know that number represents the number of homeruns hit on the fly into the waters of McCovey Cove. Michael Tucker hit the 38th one in early this season, but that has to be the biggest splash hit this park will ever see! Just bring Failla the belt now.

 

Failla backs up and falls to one knee as Hansen comes over to begin his count. GI Jew is motionless as Hansen reaches five, but he begins to stir by seven. The count reaches eight, then nine...and GI Jew barely staggers to his feet before the count reaches ten.

 

Madsen: How did he get up?!

 

Troy: We'll never know, but both of these guys are battered and bloodied and still neither will stay down!

 

GI Jew stumbles backwards against the big gate that keeps the fans lining McCovey Cove apart from the playing field. Failla wipes more blood from his eyes and charges at GI Jew before hitting the master with a Gore that send the gate flying open and both crashing to the concrete floor below!

 

Troy: Oh my God! Failla just Gored GI Jew right through that gate!

 

Madsen: I don't know how these two aren't dead by now, but Failla can make the ultimate claim to fame if he beats GI Jew with his own move. All he needs to do is get up before him.

 

Both men are down and even Hansen looks stunned as neither man is able to move. Knowing there would be a riot if both were counted out, Hansen slows his cadence as both men begin to stir. Failla rises at eight and Jew at nine, but neither man is in shape to forge another attack. Failla's face is a proverbial crimson mask and Jew's is as well, along with his now blood-soaked muscle shirt.

 

Failla rocks GI Jew with a big right hand, but Jew comes back and lands one of his own. He tries another, but Failla blocks it and knees him hard in the gut. Failla runs a thumb over his throat to call for The Almighty Sacrifice, which will surely spell the end of Jew's reign if he connects on the hot concrete. He lifts Jew up, but the champion rakes him across the eyes! Failla drops him, but Jew lands on his feet behind Failla. He quickly grabs him in a pump handle before dropping him right on top of his head and laying him out in the middle of a crowd with a demonic Magnum Driver!

 

Troy: He just hit the Magnum Driver on the concrete by McCovey Cove! This one has got to be over!

 

Madsen: But GI Jew is down too!

 

Both men lay motionless on the heated surface as Hansen begins to count. The ref counts one....two....three....four...five...six...and neither man moves a centimeter, outside of their chests heaving for air. He reaches seven....then eight....then nine....but GI Jew manages to get to his knees and then his feet before collapsing again as Hansen counts to ten and calls for the bell! "Opium of The People" hits again, and the crowd goes bananas when GI Jew is announced as the victor!

 

Troy: It’s over! GI Jew wins!

 

Madsen: He fell back down, but he managed to rise just long enough to get the huge W!

 

Troy: And with that, Anthony Failla's PWA career is over!

 

Neither man can move as Hansen comes over and raises the hand of the downed champion. Two EMS ambulances rush over with their lights and horns blaring as the music comes to a stop. The crowd's cheering also dies down as they show concern for both warriors.

 

Troy: (Concerned) This was an amazing fight we have witnessed, but both of these guys are hurt and hurt badly.

 

Madsen: The general hospital here knew they would have two arrivals tonight. I just hope both of these guys are okay.

 

Hansen stands by, looking stunned as both men are about to be loaded onto backboards. Failla finally comes to and realizes that he lost and his career is over. Before, he punches an EMT in the face and turns the backboard over in a fit of rage!

 

Madsen: Failla is back up!

 

Failla goes over to attack GI Jew and he does so by clubbing him down from behind. He kicks GI Jew all the way back towards McCovey Cove and then chokes him as they near the fence dangerously. Failla yells that he is going to drown the champion, bringing the team of police back over to break things up. Failla fights them off as Jew finds a way to rise and reach his feet. Failla turns back and runs for a clothesline, but Jew ducks down and scores with a high back body drop that sends Failla crashing into the waters of The Cove!

 

Troy: He just dumped Failla into McCovey Cove!

 

Madsen: Put "039" on the board!

 

Troy: Damn, what a fight this was!

 

"Opium of the People replays in the stadium as a police boat quickly rushes over to rescue Failla with a large net. The neighboring fans serenade him with their goodbyes as he's brought back onto the land, loaded onto the ambulance and quickly driven towards the nearest medical facility. By then, GI Jew has come back into SBC Park through the crowd and back to the ring, where he holds up the ORA Championship belt that is still his. He rips off his shirt and tosses it into the crowd before mounting his bike and riding up the ramp victorious in what was easily the biggest fight of his life.

 WINNER VIA KNOCK-OUT AT 24:55 AND STILL ORA CHAMPION:  GI JEW

 


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