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TUESDAY, JULY 4, 2006 * MCI CENTER * WASHINGTON, D.C.

As we return from break, we are shown highlights of the war that took place this past Saturday night at Meltdown, where Speed Demon defeated Army of the Damned member Loki in a barbed wire steel cage match to send Loki out of the PWA for good. As the package ends, we return to ringside with our commentators, Victor Troy and Superstar Scott Hosemann.

Troy: Folks, it truly was a hellacious battle on Saturday night, when Speed Demon defeated Loki, leaving just Bishop Cross left in Demon’s quest to destroy the entire Army of the Damned.

Hosemann: That’s right, and everyone can assume what Speed Demon’s next step is going to be, but only he knows for sure.

Troy: That is, of course, until he tells the world what his next move, right here next week on Frequency, when he is Henry Swanson’s special guest on the Swan Song!

Hosemann: That should be something, Troy, and I am definitely looking forward to it.

Suddenly, “Opium of the People” by Slipknot blares onto the speakers, and GI Jew and Justice make their way to the ring to a chorus of boos. Jew grabs a microphone, and the two enter the ring smugly.

Jew: Well, you all saw it on Saturday night. And tonight, here on the Fourth of July, on the birthday of my nation, I would like to officially say you’re welcome, for finally gaining revenge for this country for
Pearl Harbor. Those bastards thought they would have the last laugh, but Justice and I, we stomped their ninja asses and won one for America!

Justice: Uh, GI, first of all, those dudes, they Chinese, not Japanese. And second, we dropped an atom bomb on
Japan’s ass 60 years ago, so we already got revenge.

Jew: Whatever. Same difference. The bottom line is that you could throw one Chinaman, two Chinamen, 20 Chinamen at us, but it doesn’t matter, because we’ll stomp out the whole damn continent of
Asia!

The fans boo relentlessly at Jew’s disgustingly racist remarks, until Scythe storms down to the ring with a samurai sword!

Troy: Oh my God! Scythe is out here with a damn sword!


Hosemann: I think that’s his personal sword, the Flying Dragon! And he has obviously taken offense to GI Jew’s remarks!

The fans cheer wildly, and Jew and Justice waste no time immediately exiting the ring as a furious Modern-Day Samurai stands in the ring and “With You” by Linkin Park blares onto the speakers!

Troy: Scythe is not following around, Scott!

Hosemann: No he isn’t! And despite the fact that teaming with Billy Chan didn’t quite work out, you’ve gotta believe that another time, another place, Scythe will get his revenge on GI Jew and Justice!


-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

As we return, we see Camieko walking through the backstage area, until she is stopped by a smiling Anthony Failla.

Camieko: Excuse me.

Failla: Excuse you for what? For being so hot? You’re excused.

Camieko: Ugh. Listen creep, I’ve got to be somewhere, so please get out of my way.

Failla: Where do you got to be?

Camieko: Anywhere besides right here.

Failla: I think you’re hot. You don’t think I am?

Camieko: I think you’re a creep, and I’d appreciate you getting out my damn way.

Failla: Fine.

Failla steps to the side.

Camieko: Thank you. Finally.

Camieko tries to exit, but as she walks past, Failla reaches out and grabs her by the throat! From there, Failla launches her, shoving her hard into the wall, with her head smacking against it! Camieko falls to the ground in a heap, bleeding from the back of her head, and Failla merely chuckles.

Failla: Stupid bitch.

Failla exits and we head to commercial.

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

Back from break, we see EMTs tending to Camieko in the backstage area, when Da Playboi Romeo walks over and has a look of great concern as he sees his former flame down and out.

Romeo: What the hell’s going on?

EMT: It was Failla. Apparently he made a pass at her, she refused him, and he attacked her.

Romeo: How is she?


EMT: She’ll be ok, but we’ve got to get her to a hospital. She’s going to need some stitches, and she almost certainly has a concussion.

Romeo: That mother f****!

Romeo, enraged, storms out of the arena, never looking back.

The camera shifts to another portion of the backstage area, where Scott Cornelius is standing by with the new International Champion Dexter P. Wellington, his butler Winston, and his new lady, Liz Rush.

Cornelius: Dex, first of all, congratulations on becoming the International Champion this past Saturday night. But you have to know that your victory has been overshadowed in a huge way by the actions of that woman standing beside you, Liz Rush. Why, Liz? Why did you leave your boyfriend Paul Dawkins and join forces this man, Dexter Wellington?

Liz: Scott, I’ve stuck by Paul for a long, long time, but you have to remember one thing. It always looks great from the outside, but you don’t know the type of relationship I was in. Paul was a controlling, hot-headed boyfriend that made me feel guilty about everything I wanted to do that didn’t involve him. You all saw a glimpse of how volatile and angry a man Paul Dawkins is many months ago, when he accidentally allowed his temper to slip out onto national television. But I had to live with it, day in and day out. And good luck trying to get him to give you any compliments or show you any attention. Paul is so severely lacking in that area. Now Dex here, that is where he shines. From our first encounter, I knew exactly where I stood with Dex, and I knew that he would treat me right. He convinced me that now was the time to finally rid myself of Paul Dawkins, and I wholeheartedly agreed with him. And now look. Dexter P. Wellington stands before you the NEW International Champion.

Wellington: That’s right Liz, and I will tell you, it is a fantastic feeling to have you standing here by my side, one of the hottest ladies I have ever had on my arm.

Liz: One of?

Wellington: Hey, there’s been a lot, honey. But don’t worry, you’re right up there. Now, as you alluded to, Scott, I am the NEW International Champion, and that is indeed a cause for celebration. A cause for a party of great magnitude, because…

Suddenly,
Wellington is speared down to the ground hard by a charging Paul Dawkins! The fans in the arena cheer the sight of this on the Jumbotron, and Liz Rush can do nothing but stand by and shout at her ex-boyfriend to stop beating on her new boyfriend! Winston stands by helplessly, holding Wellington’s glass of brandy, as officials storm over to break up the melee while we take a commercial break.

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

Back from break, “Vicarious” by Tool blares onto the speakers, and the fans begin cheering thunderously for the duo of Hollywood Mike Griffin and Greg Tantalus, TFU, as they make their way to the ring!

Troy: It looks like TFU is on their way out here right now! After they were screwed over and robbed of the Tag Team Championship on Saturday, I wonder what they’re going to have to say!

Hosemann: Well
Troy, either way, it looks like we’re about to find out!

Griffin and Tantalus enter the ring after Griffin grabs a microphone. As the cheers slowly begin to die down, Griffin begins to speak.

Griffin: Well guys, we went to Meltdown on Saturday night, and we did exactly what we said we were going to do. We went out their and we beat Alpha Omega up and down the Phillips Arena, and when the match was said and done, we were the Tag Team Champions! However, we should have known better. Management, through the influence of people like Michelle, had other plans, and quite simply, we weren’t allowed to leave the arena with the belts intact. We were forced to defend the titles at the immediate conclusion of the match against The Miracle Mike Troha and Bodycount, and we just couldn’t get the job done.

Tantalus: That’s not to say that we CAN’T get the job done, nor is it to say that we can’t beat those bastards on the same night we already beat someone else. It’s just we’d like a little warning next time. And, I know this goes without saying, but we want, no, we DEMAND, a title shot, at Everlasting Epic!

Troy: Oh my God!

Hosemann: That would be huge!

The fans cheer loudly at this.

Griffin: We figured since you took it upon yourselves to interject yourselves in a title match that had absolutely nothing to do with you and essentially stole the titles we had just worked hard to win, the least you could do is grant us a rematch.

Moments later, “Going Under” by Evanescence hits the speakers, and the fans boo loudly as Michelle emerges from behind the curtain. Michelle walks several paces down the ramp with a microphone in tow, before stopping to begin speaking.

Michelle: Listen to you two. You’re not back together more than a few weeks, and already you’re bitching and moaning about something. Griffin, you and scumbag in the ring, you need to get something through your heads. This TFU reunion, it was never about being fair to you and giving you guys a fair shot. It was always about me, and me gaining the best revenge possible, and now, I think I’ve achieved that. When that scumbag Tantalus turned on me and left me high and dry, I swore revenge that night, but for one reason or another, it always got thwarted. In fact,
Griffin, you yourself failed miserably last year when I gave you the chance to enact my revenge. But now, I have two men who possess the physical and mental skills to do anything my little heart desires. They ARE the PWA Tag Team Champions, and boys, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you will NOT be getting a title match at Everlasting Epic. Sorry.

The fans boo loudly momentarily, until Lauren Tantalus storms out from behind the curtain and attacks Michelle! Lauren spears Michelle onto the ramp, and begins pounding on her with furious lefts and rights to the joy of both the crowd and TFU!

Troy: It’s Lauren Tantalus! Michelle cost her the Women’s Championship at Meltdown, and Lauren does NOT appear to be in a happy mood!

Hosemann: No, she doesn’t!

Lauren wails away on Michelle, until Mike Troha ad Bodycount emerge from the back and yank her off their manager! Troha and Bodycount look poised to do something heinous to the three-time former Women’s Champion, but Griffin and Tantalus dart out of the ring and meet Troha and Bodycount in warfare on the ramp! The teams battle viciously on the ramp, as officials pour out from the back to separate them!

Troy: This scene has turned chaotic in a hurry!

Hosemann: It sure has!

Troy: Stick with us, folks! We’re going to get this all sorted out, and then we’ll be right back!

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

As we return from break, “Things Done Changed” by Notorious BIG hits the speakers, and the fans begin booing raucously as the Women’s Champion Magnifica leads Jackie Baccaro to the ring for his opportunity to regain the PWA World Heavyweight Championship. Baccaro enters the ring looking to be the picture of focus, ready to do whatever it takes to climb back atop the mountain he was knocked off Saturday night. As Baccaro waits, “F*ckin in the Bushes” by Oasis explodes onto the speakers, and The Iceman Jason Calysto, the new PWA Champion, makes his way to the ring to a tremendous roar of approval from the capacity D.C. crowd. Calysto wastes no time entering the ring, removing his belt and raising it high, before handing it to referee Tom Stevens. Calysto and Baccaro stare each other down in the center of the ring, when suddenly, “I’m On It” by the Purple Ribbon All-Stars thumps onto the speakers! The fans begin cheering just as loudly for Jaguar!

Troy: Look at this! Jaguar is on his way out here?!

Hosemann: I guess he’s coming out to take a closer look at the two men who are competing probably for the right to defend the PWA title against him at Everlasting Epic!

Baccaro and Calysto stare at Jaguar as he walks around the outside of the ring, and heads over to the commentary table. Jaguar dons a headset and has a seat.

Troy: Well Jaguar, I’ve got to say, it’s a pleasure to have you out here tonight.

Jaguar: It’s a pleasure to be here, Vic. Scott, my man, how are you doing?

Hosemann: I’m fine, Jag. Doing well enough.

Jaguar: You know, I still haven’t quite forgiven you for the way you stole the CAW Championship from me four and a half years ago.

Hosemann: Well then you need to let things go.

The two share a laugh as attention is focused back in the ring, and ring announcer Lee Palmer.

Palmer: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, to my left, the challenger, from
Los Angeles, California, weighing 263 pounds, the two-time former PWA Champion, ladies and gentlemen, Jackieeeeeeeeeee Baaaaaaaaccaaaarrrroooooo! And, his opponent, to my right, he is the NEW PWA WORLD Heavyweight Champion, from the Carroll Gardens section of Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 216 pounds, ladies and gentlemen, here is The Iceman, Jasonnnnnn Caaaaaaaalysssssstooooo!

Referee Tom Stevens raises the PWA Championship belt high, and signals for the bell, getting this championship match underway.

Troy: Alright, here we go!

Hosemann: I know I’m supposed to call it right down the middle, guys, but I can’t help it. I’m making no bones about saying that I am rooting hard for Jason Calysto right here, just like I was rooting hard for him to win the title on Meltdown, and just like I was rooting hard, Jag, for you to beat Bryan Conroy’s bastard ass the other night as well.

Troy: Scott! He could be listening!

Hosemann: Oh, who cares,
Troy?! Fine, we’ll get back to business. And let me tell you, no matter who you are rooting for, this match should be something else.

Jaguar: I know I’m sure as hell interested.


* PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP: THE ICEMAN JASON CALYSTO © VS. JACKIE BACCARO *
Referee: Tom Stevens
Baccaro prepares for a slow lockup, but Calysto immediately charges at the challenger, looking for a mafia kick! However, Baccaro ducks under it, spins around, and grabs Calysto in position for an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! Baccaro flips Calysto over, but the Iceman amazingly lands on his feet! Baccaro turns around slowly, giving Calysto just enough time to bounce off the opposite ropes and rebound with a huge mafia kick to the jaw of Baccaro, flooring him! The fans cheer thunderously as Baccaro slowly gets to his feet, and Calysto is there waiting for him, nailing him with several stinging knife-edge chops, before whipping him hard into the corner. Calysto follows up, charging in behind him, but Baccaro gets a foot up, cracking it against Calysto’s jaw! The Iceman is staggered, and stumbles away, but Baccaro charges at him, and downs him with a furious bulldog! The fans boo thunderously as Baccaro taunts them.

Troy: This is where Jackie Baccaro could be making a mistake. He has the advantage here in this match, but instead of pressing it, and really going for the kill, he is focused on taunting the crowd.

Jaguar: That’s because he’s a punk,
Troy. Physical tools, he’s got, but there’s no getting around the fact that he’s simply a punk.

Hosemann: Good point.

Calysto staggers up to a vertical base, and when he does, Baccaro crushes him down with a furious sidewalk slam. With Calysto down, Baccaro unleashes some hard, stiff stomps to the midsection, trying to truly take the Iceman out of his comfort zone. With Calysto off base, Baccaro drops a big elbow on Calysto, and the Iceman winces in pain. Baccaro then lifts Calysto up and tosses him into the corner, following him in with a crushing splash. Calysto staggers forward again, and now Baccaro grabs him and virtually destroys him with a vicious release overhead belly-to-belly suplex! Baccaro goes for the cover… one, two, and Calysto just barely escapes!

Troy: Oh my! Look at that! Calysto has kicked out!

Hosemann: He is a master escape artist,
Troy.

Jaguar: I really can’t overstate just how incredibly difficult it is to put Jason Calysto away. I’ve wrestled him a bunch of times in my career, though not in the last three years, so I hope to go at it with him again next month, but the man will never say die. Every time you think you’ve got him beat, he’s got another trick up his sleeve, one last reserve of energy. He deserves to be the first ballot Hall of Famer that he is.

Troy: What about you, Jag? I hear you’re doing real well in the Hall of Fame voting this year, your first year of eligibility.

Jaguar: That’s a conversation for another time and another place, Vic. There’s a championship match going on in that ring.

Hosemann: Haha, he told you,
Troy.

Troy: Shut up, Scott.

Baccaro violently lifts Calysto to his feet, and then nails him brutally with a stinging knife-edge chop to the chest! Calysto slowly gets up again, but this time Baccaro grabs him and whips him hard into the corner, sending the Iceman flying chest first into the turnbuckles! Calysto staggers back from the move, right into Baccaro’s arms. Baccaro then destroys Calysto with a vicious release German suplex, and the fans begin booing loudly, getting a sense that the title could be changing hands imminently.

Troy: Baccaro is absolutely dominating here!

Hosemann: I can’t disagree with that,
Troy.

Jaguar: All I can say, guys, is to never EVER count Jason Calysto out. That’s all I’m gonna say.

Baccaro waits for Calysto to rise, realizing that he has the opportunity to put him away and reclaim his crown. Baccaro waits patiently, in close range with the corner, waiting to unleash hell on the Iceman. Once Calysto is standing, Baccaro effortlessly leaps to the top rope, springboards off, turning in mid-air, attempting to drill Calysto down with that flying clothesline he has used so many times before… but Calysto ducks out of the way and Baccaro goes crashing hard into the mat! The fans cheer thunderously as Baccaro staggers to his feet, and the Iceman hits the opposite ropes and nails Baccaro down hard with the spinning heel kick on the rebound!

Troy: He hit it! The spinning heel kick!

Hosemann: And we all know by now what that means!

Jaguar: Do we ever!

Adrenaline is flowing through the veins of the Iceman as Baccaro slowly gets to his feet. Once Baccaro is standing, Calysto charges him and drills him in the head with a punishing mafia kick, splitting him open! Sensing he has Baccaro on the brink, Calysto climbs to the top rope and leaps off as Baccaro rises, nailing him down hard with the Bottom Line, to a thunderous ovation!

Troy: The Bottom Line! What a devastating move!

Hosemann: I should know,
Troy! Calysto beat me with that move at the first Everlasting Epic to become the first PWA Champion!

Jaguar: And that move could be helping him retain that very title right here!

Calysto goes for the cover… one, two, and Baccaro just barely gets a shoulder up! However, Calysto remains undaunted, standing over Baccaro and daring him to get up! Once Baccaro does, Calysto lifts him up and blasts him down hard with the Icebreaker! Calysto wastes no time, immediately covering… one, two, thre-and Baccaro escapes by the skin of his teeth!

Troy: I don’t believe it! Jackie Baccaro has kicked out again!

Hosemann: We may hate the guy, Troy, but he still is a tremendous competitor.

 

Jaguar: Even I can’t dispute that one.

Even as Baccaro stumbles to his feet, the anticipation of the fans rises as Calysto signals for the Crossface! Baccaro gets to his feet and turns around, and the Iceman immediately drives him down with the very hold he forced Baccaro to submit to on Saturday night to win the championship for the fourth time!

Troy: Crossface! Crossface! He’s got it on!

Hosemann: This could be it right here!

Jaguar: Wait a minute, wait a minute! Watch Magnifica!

Jaguar is indeed correct, as Magnifica enters the ring and attacks Calysto viciously, attempting to break the Crossface, which she does successfully! Referee Tom Stevens pries her off, but Magnifica shoves him before he can signal for a disqualification! Then, as Stevens attempts to signal again, Bryan Conroy storms out from the back and clubs Stevens down from behind, tossing him from the ring!

Troy: Goddammit, no! We’re gonna get screwed again!

Jaguar: Not if I can help it.

With that, Jaguar throws down his headset and charges into the ring, spearing Conroy down to a raucous ovation! Conroy struggles to escape, and when he does, he exits the ring. Jaguar follows Conroy out of the ring, and pounds on him all the way up the ramp and out of sight! Meanwhile, in the ring, with no referee, Magnifica and Baccaro do a double-team number on the champion Calysto, with no help in sight. Then, suddenly, the lights in the arena go out, and “Summer Overture” by Clint Mansell blares onto the speakers!

Troy: What’s going on here?!

Hosemann:
Troy, I think it’s Morgan Day again, just like Saturday night, using Vulture-esque scare tactics to get into Baccaro and Magnifica’s heads, even though she is banned from ringside!

After about 10 seconds, the song cuts out, and several moments later, the lights go back on, and Baccaro and Magnifica find themselves in the ring, face to face, with a figure with black Rayban sunglasses, a black three-quarter length leather jacket over a black t-shirt with the all-too-familiar diluted V-cross logo, and dark jeans. This time, it is no illusion, no decoy. Baccaro and Magnifica are standing in the ring, locked in a staredown with Vulture.

Troy: It’s him! It’s him! Vulture is here!

Hosemann: I don’t believe it! He’s really here! Oh my God! Vulture is here, and he is standing in that ring, next to an absolutely SHOCKED Baccaro and Magnifica!

The roof has absolutely blown off the MCI Center as Vulture stands in the ring, and it is a furious Magnifica that makes the first move. The Women’s Champion charges at her former paramour, but Vulture sees it coming and uses Magnifica’s momentum to launch her over the top rope and all the way to the arena floor to a thunderous round of applause! As Vulture turns slightly to toss Magnifica, Baccaro sees an opening and pounces on it, attacking Vulture from behind. However, Vulture, fueled by adrenaline, isn’t affected by the blows, and rebounds, blocking Baccaro right hands, and nailing him with three consecutive rights to the jaw that stagger the former champion! Baccaro staggers backwards and turns around, where upon he is immediately driven to the mat and locked back into the Crossface by Jason Calysto! Sensing his work is done, Vulture exits the ring and vanishes through the crowd to a standing ovation! Meanwhile, in the ring, referee Tom Stevens climbs back into the ring and gets himself into position as the Iceman locks the hold in tightly! Stevens checks on Baccaro, and when the former champion realizes he has nowhere to go, he taps out!

Troy: Yes! Yes! Baccaro taps out! He taps out again! Unbelievable! Jason Calysto has just retained the PWA Championship!

Hosemann: This is unbelievable! What a moment!

Troy: Scott, Vulture has returned here tonight, and you’ve gotta believe that Jackie Baccaro and Magnifica are going to want revenge at any and all cost!

Hosemann: That’s if Vulture ever even shows up again,
Troy! He’s about as unpredictable as there has ever been around here!

Troy: Well folks, Jason Calysto is still your PWA World Heavyweight Champion, so our dream main event of Calysto vs. Jaguar for Everlasting Epic is still on, at least for now. That’s all the time we have here in D.C., so for Scott Hosemann, I’m Victor Troy, saying goodnight everybody!

The fans continue their explosive cheers as “F*ckin in the Bushes” booms throughout the MCI Center and Jason Calysto celebrates his victory, raising his title belt high. Fittingly, on the Fourth of July, fireworks boom in the background as the fans shower the champion with adulation and the cameras fade to black. 
* WINNER VIA SUBMISSION AND STILL PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION: JASON CALYSTO *

 

-- END SHOW --



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2. Jade d. Liz Rush at
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3. Kerry Cox d. Rudy Montenora at
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