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THE FINAL PWA EVENT EVER!
SATURDAY, AUGUST 12, 2006 * MADISON SQUARE GARDEN * NEW YORK CITY


A video package begins to roll, set to “Morgenstern” by Rammstein, highlighting the events that have taken place between Speed Demon and Bishop Cross between late last summer into this one. Included are the dreadful attack on Dana Chapman by the Army of The Damned, followed by Speed Demon’s response to it, only to be brutally injured himself by Cross, Loki and Reaper at Fallen Souls. It then shows the highs of The Army’s reign of terror, only for Speed Demon to return to the PWA with a vengeance in May. As it wraps up, we are shown Speed Demon breaking the neck of his partner Reaper to end his career at the Symphony of Destruction, followed by the vicious assault he took out on Loki in a barbed wire steel cage match at Meltdown that ended his career. The package finally concludes after showing Bishop Cross bringing Chapman back to set up Speed Demon for an attack and the words of hatred from both men that have now brought them to Madison Square Garden.

As the package ends, we see Traci Reed, standing by with Speed Demon.

Traci: Speed Demon, in just a few moments, you will head to the ring to face Bishop Cross in a Buried Alive casket match. How will you…
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Demon: You can save your breath, Traci. This is a match I’ve been waiting for ever since the night Cross and his thugs destroyed my life with that innocent woman, Dana Chapman. I will never forgive any of them for that, but after tonight, when I bury Bishop Cross alive once and for all, I will try to forget. Not about Dana, but about my hatred for those three individuals. Cross, over the past few months, I have destroyed your allies, leaving you powerless and defenseless to stop my onslaught. Tonight, when I lock you in a casket, throw you down into a deep, dark hole and bury you alive, there will be just one thing left to say: welcome to darkness… enjoy!

With that, Speed Demon storms off, headed for the ring and his moment of truth.

Back at ringside, we return to commentators Victor Troy and Rick Madsen.

Troy: Alright folks, it’s time to move along to the Buried Alive casket match here, and for this, we bring back another former Frequency commentator to the booth to help us out. So folks, please welcome to the booth a man who was successful in his outing a little while ago here tonight, Superstar Scott Hosemann!

The camera pans to the left, to reveal Hosemann seated next to
Troy.

Hosemann: Thanks
Troy. It’s great to be back out here, just as it was great for me and Kerry to score that win over Conroy and Montenora a little while ago.
Troy: Folks, we’re going to have a three-man booth for this next match, and then Rick Madsen will sign off for the evening, having done a great job. Then, Scott and I will be your team for the remainder of the show.

Madsen: It’s been a pleasure to be out here, and I know you two will do a bang-up job to finish up.

Hosemann: Thanks, but enough of all this! Let’s get to the ring!

Moments later, “Phantom of the Opera Overture” blares onto the speakers, and the fans begin booing thunderously as Bishop Cross makes his way to the ring. At length, Cross makes his way to the ring and prepares for the fight of his life, as he awaits the arrival of his opposition. He isn’t made to wait long, as “Determined” by Mudvayne explodes onto the speakers and Speed Demon starts down the aisle to a thunderous ovation! As soon as he catches sight of Cross, Demon begins sprinting down the aisle, past the mountain of dirt on the right side of the stage, which has a six-foot-deep hole dug into it, in front of a tombstone reading “Speed Demon vs. Bishop Cross – Aug. 12, 2006 – The Loser Lies Here,” and to the side of an air-tight black casket and a forklift, for quicker movement of dirt into the hole after the casket has been placed inside. As he finally reaches the ring, Demon spears Cross to the mat in the squared circle, prompting the bell to sound!

Troy: And here we go! Speed Demon isn’t wasting a second!

Hosemann: Would you waste a second if Cross did to you what he did to Demon?

Madsen: I certainly wouldn’t!


* BURIED ALIVE CASKET MATCH: SPEED DEMON VS. BISHOP CROSS *
Referee: Jason Church

Demon mounts Cross and begins pounding him into oblivion to the cheers of the crowd as Cross struggles to bring himself back to a vertical base. When he finally does, Demon charges him and clotheslines him over the top rope, which such force that he plummets over the top and to the arena floor as well! Once outside, Demon lifts Cross up and whips him violently into the steel steps, dislodging them! Demon then grabs Cross’ head and slams it down hard onto the steps! Bishop stumbles to his feet, not knowing exactly where he is, and Demon lifts him up and drops him throat-first across the guardrail! Cross falls to the mat, the fans still cheering thunderously, and clutches his throat as Demon prepares to get just a little more vicious in the assault he has waited to set forth for over a year. Demon grabs a steel chair and begins stalking Cross like prey, readying himself for the kill.

Troy: My God! Demon has been absolutely dominant here!

Hosemann: And he’s going to get even more dominant if he lands this chair shot here!

Madsen: You know, I’d venture to guess that if he can land this chair shot here, or these chair shots, whatever he’s planning, he’s going to win this match!

Cross gets to his feet, and Demon charges, wielding the chair, but Cross is able to get his foot up in time and kick the chair back in Speed Demon’s face! With Demon dazed, Cross picks up the chair and measures Demon up as he turns around. Boom! Right in the skull and Demon goes down hard! Cross then begins wildly unloading on Demon, cracking him repeatedly in the back and ribs with the chair on the outside, not allowing him even a second to regain his bearings. Finally, after seven vicious shots with the chair, Cross lifts Demon up and secures the tip of the chair on Demon’s throat. From there, Cross slams the chair down, spiking it into the mat, which jams it into Demon’s throat, cutting off his air supply! Demon writhes in pain on the mat outside the ring while Cross laughs maniacally.

Troy: This man is sick!

Madsen: That’s a well-established fact.

Hosemann: Yeah, it is. But sick or not, Demon has got to regroup here if he wants to have any chance of not being physically dissected by this man here tonight!


With Demon down and unable to defend himself, Cross walks to the timekeeper’s table and returns to it with the ring bell in his possession. Cross waits for Demon to rise, and when he does so, Cross viciously blasts him with the bell right in the skull! Demon goes down in a heap, and Cross runs his thumb across his throat, symbolizing that he is ready to put Demon away. Cross grabs Demon and begins dragging him to the ramp, making the steady procession towards the casket and open grave on the right side of the entrance.

Troy: This is not looking good for Speed Demon!

Hosemann: It most certainly isn’t,
Troy!

Madsen: I really don’t know what Demon is going to do now!

Cross brings Demon all the way to the mountain of dirt that is acting as the gravesite, and positions him right in front of the casket. Blood is pouring down from Demon’s head, but Cross wants to deliver one final deathblow to his prey before ending this war. Cross lifts Demon up for the Crossfire, but Demon slips out! Cross turns around, but is drilled in the face with a shovel that Demon has picked up, out from the dirt! Cross is busted open and goes down, but Demon begins pounding away on him furiously with the shovel! Finally, Cross gets up again, but Demon positions the sharp edge of the shovel against Cross’ throat, and then drives the shovel down into the dirt, forcing the shovel to perforate his throat! Blood begins grotesquely spewing from Cross’ throat, causing some fans to turn away in horror, and others to scream for more blood and gore. Sensing his opportunity to finally be vindicated, Demon opens the casket and waits for Cross to turn around. When he does, Demon lifts him up and plants him skull-first into the casket with the Demonizer, knocking Cross, who is still bleeding profusely from his throat, unconscious! Demon then slams the lid of the casket shut to a thunderous ovation, before violently flipping the casket over and into the hole, sending the casket, with Cross inside, plummeting six feet down into the hole!

Troy: That’s it! Demon has won it!

Hosemann: Not yet,
Troy! He still has to fill that hole with dirt!

Madsen: It should be just a formality at this point!

Demon then takes a seat inside the forklift and begins scooping dirt and plunging it into the hole, until the entire hole is filled with dirt, trapping the casket and Cross inside! With that, the bell sounds and the referee raises Demon’s hand in ultimate victory as “Determined” replays over the speakers!

Troy: Unbelievable! Absolutely unbelievable!

Hosemann: Speed Demon has been vindicated,
Troy! After everything Bishop Cross and the Army of Damned have put him through over the past 14 months, Speed Demon has survived this hellacious Buried Alive match, and he deserves to leave here with his hand raised!

Madsen: I’m speechless!

The fans continue to cheer thunderously as Demon makes his way to the back, with only a slight amount of help from officials, losing a lot of blood, but knowing full well that he has ended his PWA career the way he always wanted to, finally obtaining justice and sweet, bloodthirsty revenge on the man that had sought to destroy him.
* WINNER: SPEED DEMON *

The camera returns to the backstage area, where Vulture and Morgan Day are still celebrating Morgan’s Women’s Championship victory. Morgan is downright elated, a huge smile on her face, as she and her fiancé kiss and embrace lovingly. Vulture is equally proud, wearing a giant smile on his face as well, as he watches his beloved revel in the fruits of her accomplishment.

Vulture: You were fantastic out there, Morgan.

Morgan: I know! I mean, it was a great match! But I tore that bitch up just like I said I would! I beat that little towrag from pillar to post, and then made her tap out! It was bloody fantastic!

Vulture: (grinning) Oh it certainly was. You know, I don’t think Magnifica’s ever looked better than when she was on her stomach, begging you for mercy.

Morgan: (smiling) I’ll concur with that statement. Ooh! Look what I have!

Morgan then puts her hand into a bucket of ice and pulls out a bottle of champagne.

Morgan: Let’s celebrate!

Vulture pops the cork on the champagne, and pours Morgan a glass. However, he leaves his own glass empty.

Morgan: Aren’t you drinking? I want to toast.

Vulture: No champagne for me yet, Morgan. I haven’t done anything. I’ll toast to your accomplishment with my empty glass, but champagne will not touch these lips until my match is over, and I have made it back to this dressing room with both my health and my pride still intact. Not taking anything away from what you’ve done, but for me, this night is a long way from over. I have the match of my life coming up in the not-too-distant future, and I don’t deserve any toast until it’s done.

Morgan: Fair enough. The toast will wait. I know you can do it tonight, Mike. I have all the confidence in the world.

Vulture: I’m confident too, Morgan, but confidence alone isn’t enough against a guy like Jackie Baccaro. I taught him to be an opportunist, I taught him to find his opponent’s weakness and exploit it. He knows my weaknesses, and he’s coming to exploit them. My job is to neutralize his game plan and make him wrestle my match. But I’ve got to go finish getting ready. Don’t let my focus take you off your cloud, though. You’ve earned this moment. You now join the elite group of three-time Women’s Champions, and you set yourself up pretty nicely in terms of being a Hall of Fame contender. You’ve earned this moment, and Morgan, in about an hour, I hope to be back here, celebrating alongside you.

Morgan: (smiling warmly) I hope so too.

The two share a warm kiss and embrace before Vulture exits the dressing room, trying to flip the switch from being Mike Scarchilli to being Vulture as the battle of his life draws near.
 
The shot then cuts to the interview area, where Scott Cornelius is now alongside Jaguar.

 

Cornelius: Jaguar, the time is now upon us, and you know exactly what is at stake. After winning the Symphony of Destruction and then defeating Bryan Conroy at Meltdown, you have earned the final PWA Championship title shot against a close friend that you have faced several times in Jason Calysto. This will be the last match of both of your careers, how are you approaching it?

 

Jaguar: Well, there’s no other way to approach it than to go balls to the wall. After this, I’ll never put on these tights and boots again, and part of that is sad because I’ve shared so many great moments with you guys and the fans, but another part is exciting because I know I’ve got one more left in me. I was inducted into the Hall of Fame last night, which is the pinnacle of anyone’s career, but this would be the best way to top it off if I can take home the title tonight. The Iceman is a great friend and a tremendous champion, but I didn’t come back to The Garden to lose. It’s time to shut up and wrestle and on this night, I will do it better than The Iceman. That’s all I’ve got Corny.

 

Cornelius: Okay Jag, for the last time, good luck to you.


The camera shifts to another portion of the backstage area, where Nick Cade is with Hollywood Mike Griffin and Greg Tantalus, TFU.

Cade: Gentlemen, the moment of truth is here. After winning a triple threat match earlier tonight, and then getting demolished by the surprise of a lifetime in the Rosedale Renegades, how are you two feeling heading into this match with the champions, Mike Troha and Bodycount, and how will you also overcome the presence of Michelle in their corner at ringside?

Griffin: Well Nick, yes, we are pretty beaten up, and yes, we have a lot to deal with tonight, but believe me, we’re going out there with the utmost confidence.

Tantalus: And with good reason. We know we’re better than Troha and Bodycount straight up, but Michelle being at ringside was an issue. But don’t worry about us, Nick. We’re coming with backup.

With that, TFU exits, headed for the ring!

Cade: Alright, Vic, Scott, back to you guys!


Back at ringside, “Vicarious” by TOOL blares onto the speakers for the third time tonight, and the fans begin roaring thunderously as TFU makes its way to the ring, but this time with a surprise! Hollywood Mike Griffin emerges from behind the curtain, alongside Greg Tantalus, but then the two step to the side and reveal Lauren Tantalus to a huge ovation!

Troy: It’s Lauren Tantalus! Lauren Tantalus is coming out here with TFU!

Hosemann: So that’s what they meant when they said they had backup!

Troy: Well this certainly does even the odds and nullify Michelle being in the champions’ corner! Lauren just pinned Michelle earlier tonight in the women’s gauntlet match!

Lauren takes her place on the outside of the ring as Griffin and Tantalus settle themselves in the ring. Then, moments later, “Inertiatic ESP” by The Mars Volta blares onto the speakers, and the fans boo loudly as Michelle leads the PWA Tag Team Champions to the ring. The Miracle Mike Troha and Bodycount start down the Madison Square Garden aisle, fully focused on holding back the challenge of TFU and leaving New York the final titleholders. The champions hand the belts off to referee Dan Martin, who holds them up high and signals for the bell to sound as the crowd buzzes.

Troy: Alright, this is it! Tag Team Championship on the line!

Hosemann: It has been a long, hard road for TFU in getting this opportunity right now, but with Lauren Tantalus in their corner, they are poised and ready to make the best of it!

* PWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP: THE MIRACLE MIKE TROHA & BODYCOUNT © VS. TFU *
Referee: Dan Martin

Mike Griffin opts to start the match for TFU, and Mike Troha does the same for the champions. Troha opens the match up with some expected trash-talking, yelling at both Griffin and Tantalus that TFU was his creation, and that Griffin and Tantalus are, still, mooching off something he created almost six years ago. Griffin and Tantalus briefly look at each other before Griffin decides he has heard enough, rearing back and clocking Troha in the jaw with a thunderous right hand! Troha goes down, and when he gets up, Griffin is right there, whipping him off the ropes and downing him hard with a thunderous back body drop! When Troha gets up again, Hollywood charges him and floors him with a big-time clothesline! Troha staggers to his feet, and Griffin grabs him, whipping him into the TFU corner. At this point, Griffin tags Tantalus into the match, and the two commence a ferocious double-team on Troha, pounding away on him with a series of kicks to the gut! The fans cheer wildly, and the cheers only increase in magnitude as Tantalus takes over, nailing Troha with repeated blows to the face! Troha stumbles out of the corner, desperate to make a tag, but Tantalus simply grabs him by the shirt and laughs, not letting him move across the ring!

Troy: Look at this! Troha is trying desperately to get out of the ring and Tantalus simply won’t let him!

Hosemann: He just grabbed hold of his shirt and he’s not letting go! And he’s laughing about it! I’m rooting for TFU just as hard as the next guy,
Troy, but I assure you, this is NOT a laughing matter!

Tantalus lifts Troha up and taunts him as he nails him with thunderous rights to the jaw, but Michelle jumps onto the apron to distract the referee, just as Troha springs forth with a vicious low blow, flooring Tantalus! Troha uses that opportunity to crawl on his knees and tag in Bodycount, escaping further harm and placing TFU in a precarious position. Michelle smiles, pleased with herself, until Lauren rushes over from the other side of the ring and begins chasing her! Michelle flees, hiding behind Troha, and Lauren thinks better of it, retreating to the TFU corner. Meanwhile, in the ring, Bodycount begins stalking his foe, looking to inflict unimaginable pain upon Tantalus. Bodycount lifts him up and torpedoes him shoulder-first into the steel ringpost, producing a sickening thud that makes everyone in MSG cringe! Tantalus screams out in intense pain, and only makes it out of the corner on instinct. However, as soon as he turns around, Bodycount grabs him and plants him with a vicious sidewalk slam! Bodycount covers… one, two, and Griffin comes in for the save! Bodycount stares down Hollywood as Griffin exits the ring, before returning to work on Tantalus.

Troy: Bodycount almost had Tantalus there!

Hosemann: He did,
Troy, and the fact that Griffin came into the ring to break up the count was very telling. It said to me that Griffin wasn’t entirely confident that his partner was going to kick out of that sidewalk slam, and that for TFU could be a problem moving forward. We all know that these guys are likely fatigued, after having won a triple threat match to kick this night off, and then having been decimated by the Rosedale Renegades immediately thereafter. Yes, they’ve had about two hours to recuperate, but that doesn’t just go away. Troy, TFU needs to grab an advantage in this match fast, they need to exploit it, and they need to finish off the champions as quickly as possible, otherwise those belts won’t be going anywhere.

Bodycount lifts Tantalus up and whips him violently into the TFU corner, producing a horrifying smack as Tantalus’ back cracks against the turnbuckles. Tantalus falls to the mat in a heap, and Bodycount points at Griffin, signifying that he wants him in the ring! Griffin acknowledges Bodycount’s request, and reaches out his hand for a tag. Tantalus, in a daze, obliges, and Griffin enters the ring to a thunderous ovation to go chest-to-face with Bodycount!

Troy: Here we go! It’s Griffin and Bodycount!

Hosemann: This is a true battle of David vs. Goliath here,
Troy! Remember, in the Golden Ring tournament several months back, Griffin and Bodycount crossed paths in the second round, and the result was pain for Mike Griffin. Griffin was obliterated, and Bodycount went on to round three to do the exact same thing to Greg Tantalus, only that time he got disqualified. Griffin will be fighting a real uphill battle here tonight, but I’ve never been one to count him out before, and I’m certainly not about to start now.

Griffin stares Bodycount down for several moments before devising a gameplan. Once Griffin has that gameplan, however, he begins utilizing it full-force. Griffin bounces off the ropes, and Bodycount typically tries to clothesline him down hard as he returns. However, Griffin glides under his legs, and when Bodycount turns around, Griffin nails him with a huge dropkick to the face! Bodycount is a bit staggered, but Hollywood runs off the ropes, and nails another huge dropkick! This time, Bodycount is more staggered, giving Griffin time to climb up to the top rope, looking for a missile dropkick! Hollywood leaps off and nails Bodycount with the missile dropkick, this time finally flooring him! Bodycount is down, and Griffin wastes no time, immediately signaling for the high diving moonsault, and going straight to the top! The fans come to their feet and the flashbulbs fly as Griffin takes flight, but Bodycount moves at the last second and Griffin goes crashing down to the mat thunderously! The impact of hitting the mat essentially propels Griffin back to his feet, at which point Bodycount grabs him by the throat and vanquishes him with the Monster Chokeslam! The fans are silent, as Bodycount prepares for the cover. However, despite Michelle screaming at Bodycount to cover him, Mike Troha convinces Bodycount to tag him into the match.

Troy: That could be a costly, costly mistake by Mike Troha right there.

Hosemann: You might be right,
Troy. It is quite probable Bodycount had Griffin pinned there, but Troha wants to do the deed himself. Let’s see what happens.

Troha enters the ring and slaps a barely-conscious Griffin in the head several times before lifting him up. Troha prepares for Divine Intervention, looking to nail it right in the middle of the ring and leave no doubt as to which team reigns supreme. Troha lifts Griffin for the move, but Griffin shockingly slips out and shoves Troha forward, allowing him just enough time to dart to the corner and tag in Greg Tantalus to a ferocious ovation! Tantalus enters the ring and floors Troha with a thunderous right hand! Bodycount tries to enter the ring, but Tantalus charges at him and bashes him with a vicious jumping knee to the face, knocking the mighty giant off the apron, and sending him down to the arena floor! Troha turns around, and Tantalus blasts him with the Big O right in the center of the ring! The fans are on their feet as the referee counts! One, two, and Michelle pulls referee Dan Martin out of the ring! However, as soon as she does so, Lauren Tantalus charges over and spears Michelle to the ground, pummeling her! Michelle manages to break free, but Lauren chases her all the way up the ramp and out of the arena!

Troy: Michelle is out of here!

Hosemann: But the damage might be done,
Troy! TFU might have lost the best opportunity they had to nail this one shut!

With Bodycount still struggling to get to his feet, Tantalus gets a sparkle in his eye. He positions Troha seated in a corner, and charges at him, nailing him with the degrading bronco buster he calls the Teabag! The fans cheer loudly at the move, but their cheers subside as Bodycount enter the ring with a chair, Martin still out! Griffin enters the ring, and TFU dares Bodycount to charge. The behemoth obliges, and charges them full force, but at the last second, TFU moves out of the way and Bodycount swings the chair, which connects with… the top rope! The chair then springs off the rope, and clobbers Bodycount himself in the head! Bodycount is dazed, but Griffin and Tantalus get running starts and double-dropkick Bodycount so hard that he tumbles through the ropes and out of the ring! Meanwhile, Dan Martin returns to his feet as Griffin exits the ring. Tantalus whips Troha into the TFU corner and tags Griffin into the match. At this point, MSG comes unglued as Tantalus whips Troha against the ropes, catches him in a bearhug, and turns him around, as Griffin flies off the opposite ropes with a drop clothesline, completing the Hart Attack! Griffin hooks Troha’s leg with no heel help in sight… one, two, three!

Troy: Yes! Yes! TFU has done it! This is unbelievable! What a feat!

Hosemann: I can’t believe it,
Troy! After all the obstacles thrown in their way, TFU has just become four-time PWA Tag Team Champions!

The fans are cheering uncontrollably as “Vicarious” replays over the speakers, and Griffin and Tantalus are overcome with emotion in the ring. Referee Dan Martin gets between them and raises their collective hands, presenting them with the championship belts they know they won’t be screwed out of in five minutes this time. Knowing their long journey has finally come to a close, Griffin and Tantalus embrace in the ring, tears welling in their eyes as the fans, for the final time, chant “T-F-U, T-F-U.” Griffin and Tantalus soak it all in, enjoying the fruits of their labor, and knowing, in their minds, that with this victory, they truly are the best team the world has ever seen.

Troy: Folks, you’d have to be here live to know what this moment feels like right now, almost like what it felt like when these two men were inducted, alongside the legendary Jaguar, into the Progressive Entertainment Hall of Fame! Take a look!
* WINNERS VIA PINFALL AND NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: TFU *

A video airs on the Jumbotron, set to Muse’s “City of Delusion,” showing highlights of last night’s festivities upstairs at The Theater at Madison Square Garden, where many PWA superstars received achievement awards for the 2005-06 year, with Jackie Baccaro taking home the prestigious Wrestler of the Year honor, and the Progressive Entertainment Hall of Fame welcome three new members as its Class of 2006, when Jason Calysto inducted Greg Tantalus, Vulture inducted Hollywood Mike Griffin, and Romeo inducted Jaguar.

 

The camera then shifts to the backstage area, where Scott Cornelius is standing by with Jackie Baccaro, alone.

Cornelius: Alright ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with Jackie Baccaro who, in just a moment, will walk down the aisle to take on his former mentor and manager, Vulture, in what should be an extraordinary one-on-one matchup. Jackie, this close to match time, what’s going through your head?

Baccaro: What’s going through my head? I’ll tell you. Vulture, all night, I’ve had to sit through clips of you reminiscing with Jaguar backstage, and you trying to retain your focus in your dressing room with Morgan Day. Well, quite frankly, I’m sick of seeing it. The camera stays around you and puts your face on television because the production people think the fans want to see you. And maybe they do. But it’s in their best interests to just forget about you and move on, because in just a few minutes, you are going to be beaten down, decimated, and destroyed, and it would be really damn traumatic for these people, your beloved fans, to have to witness. But I won’t let that stop me. Vulture, ever since I dumped you as my manager in favor of Magnifica, and then unceremoniously rid this company of you, you’ve launched a nationwide smear campaign against me to soil my good name. You painted me as a puppet, a push-over, and you emasculated me to the point where your fate tonight is sealed. While I might have had a soft spot for you in the past, even when I fired you as my manager, nothing will stop me from destroying you here tonight. It’s not my objective to beat you, Vulture. It’s my objective to defeat and maim you. It’s my objective to make sure you don’t leave MSG in any way other than on a stretcher. We agreed before the match that Magnifica and Morgan Day will be banned from ringside, and I’m fine with that. It just means that you’ll have absolutely no excuses after I destroy you, humble you, and make you wish you stayed on your couch downtown, getting fatter, and forgetting what it’s like to be a world-class athlete. You were once, but you’re not anymore. Tonight, I prove it. The young lion rises up to challenge the old lion. Tonight, get ready for a changing of the guard.

With that, Baccaro walks off, headed for the ring.

A video clip begins to play, set to “24” by Jem, showcasing the highs and lows of the partnership between Vulture and Jackie Baccaro. Baccaro is first shown two years ago, inducting Vulture into the Progressive Entertainment Hall of Fame, followed by Baccaro’s split with championship partner Paul Dawkins. After that, Vulture is seen returning to the PWA to assist Baccaro in defeating GI Jew before skyrocketing to the International, ORA and finally, PWA Championships. The pair are shown tomcatting all over Las Vegas and Atlantic City, living it up until Baccaro loses the PWA Title in a controversial triple threat match. Baccaro then loses in the finals of a championship tournament to Jason Calysto, and violently turns against his mentor, putting him out of sight and mind for months. In the meantime, Baccaro takes Magnifica on as his new manager and captures his second PWA Championship. He goes on to a tremendous reign, downing Calysto, Mike Griffin, and Greg Tantalus in successive high-profile wins, but it all comes crashing down at Meltdown, when Morgan Day helps cost Baccaro the gold. Days later, Vulture reveals himself to be behind the plot, and challenges Baccaro in what will be his final match, here in the World’s Most Famous Arena.

The camera then shifts to ringside, where “Things Done Changed” by Notorious BIG hits, and MSG is overtaken by furious jeers as Jackie Baccaro makes his way to the ring, alone.

Troy: Alright, here we go! This is a match that is years in the making! The teacher vs. student battle to end it all! Vulture vs. Jackie Baccaro, in Vulture’s first one-on-one showdown in two years! Scott, we have arrived!

Hosemann: We most certainly have,
Troy! The time for talking is over! The battle is now!

Baccaro has a look of the utmost seriousness on his face as he enters the ring and stretches out on the ropes, ready for what he doesn’t want to admit will be the battle of his life. Moments later, the lights go out, and the fans begin cheering thunderously! Nothing happens for several moments, until the opening chords of Clint Mansell’s “Summer Overture” from Requiem for a Dream blares onto the speakers. The song plays for its entire 90-second duration, and now the anticipation amongst Vulture’s hometown New York fans is at a peak. The faint beginnings of Tea Party’s “Requiem” now play, and when they come to a close after 25 seconds, deafening silence overtakes the arena. Then, seconds later, “Falling From The Sky” by VAST explodes onto the speakers, and the MSG crowd comes unglued, feeling that the arrival of Vulture is now imminent! However, as Baccaro paces back and forth in the ring, anxious for Vulture to hit the squared circle, Vulture continues to make him wait, letting two full minutes of his entrance music play while the fans in the audience are entertained by a Jumbotron video and a lights show. Then, finally, a massive explosion of pyro emanates from the stage, and Vulture finally emerges to the loudest ovation of the evening!

Troy: There he is! Vulture is here!

Hosemann: Unreal! What an ovation!

Wearing his traditional black overcoat with the Vulture logo emblazoned in red on the back of it, along his trademark black Rayban aviator sunglasses, Vulture starts down the aisle, taking his time in attempt to ice his young, hotheaded opponent. As Vulture continues down the aisle, a stream of pyro falls from the ceiling, further pumping up the crowd. Finally, Vulture enters the ring, and Baccaro exits, allowing Vulture to pose on each of the four turnbuckles as the fans continue to cheer thunderously, on their feet. Vulture then goes to his corner as his song concludes, at which point the fans continue to cheer wildly. Vulture removes his coat, revealing white pants with red Vulture logos on either leg. Baccaro, in the opposite corner, is wearing black thigh-length trunks with his logo in white emblazoned on them. Vulture still has his Raybans on as he approaches the center of the ring. Baccaro and Vulture are separated by referee Matt Hansen, and attention turns to ring announcer Lee Palmer.

Palmer: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest it scheduled for one fall, and it is the teacher vs. student grudge match! Introducing first, to my left, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in tonight at a chiseled 267 pounds, he is a two-time former PWA Champion, and a three-time former Heavyweight Champion of the World, ladies and gentlemen, here is Jackieeeeeeeeeeeeeee Baaaaaaaaaaaa-carrrrrrrrooooooooo!

The fans boo wildly.

Palmer: And his opponent (fans immediately begin cheering), to my right, he hails from the Bowery section of
Manhattan, New York, weighing in tonight at 235 pounds, Vullllllllllllllllll-turrrrrrrrre!

Troy: Did you hear Vulture’s weight, Paul? He’s gotten himself down to 235 pounds, which is right around where his peak wrestling weight used to be.

Hosemann: That’s right,
Troy. Between the time Kerry Cox made a plea for Vulture to return at Washington Square Park on June 13, and tonight, two months later, Vulture has dropped almost 10 pounds, and has added more muscle tone and definition than he has had since his neck surgery. Troy, you’re seeing a very dedicated Vulture out there tonight, one who will do whatever he can to earn this victory.

The fans cheer thunderously, as Vulture and Baccaro begin staring each other down in the center of the ring, and the bell sounds to get this match started!

Troy: Alright, here we go!

Hosemann: This should be something else!


* VULTURE VS. JACKIE BACCARO *
Referee: Matt Hansen
Neither man makes a move as the contest gets underway, staring each other down. Vulture finally rips off his sunglasses and tosses them out of the ring, continuing his staredown with his former protégé. Baccaro begins trash-talking his former mentor, at which point Vulture rears back and clocks Baccaro in the jaw with a thunderous right hand! Baccaro goes down in a heap, clutching his face as he backs up. Baccaro gets to a feet, with a sense of realization that Vulture is for real, and he is coming at him with everything he’s got, and is a bit more hesitant to lock up in the center of the ring. He instead opts to run at Vulture, looking for a huge clothesline, but Vulture is able to duck under it, spin Baccaro around, and drill him down with a thunderous clothesline of his own! The fans cheer, and Vulture feeds into those cheers, nailing Baccaro with a series of hard kicks and stomps to the midsection, before simply allowing Baccaro to get back to his feet. The fans cheer, and Baccaro cautiously gets back up.

Hosemann: You see that,
Troy? Vulture is sending a message to Baccaro right there that he has everything under control, and that he has allowed him to get back to his feet. That is going to mess with Baccaro’s psyche for sure. Baccaro came into this match thinking that he had all the advantages on Vulture, but now, the crafty veteran is letting him know that he doesn’t.

Troy: Oh, I see it, Paul. And Baccaro most definitely sees it too.

Baccaro glares at Vulture hatefully as he returns to a vertical base, and the two lock up in the center of the ring. This time, Baccaro expresses his brute strength by shoving Vulture halfway across the ring. The fans boo and Baccaro flexes, but Vulture gets to a knee and simply smiles. Baccaro demands to know what Vulture is smiling about, but Vulture simply keeps the grin on his face and gets back up. Baccaro has no interest in finding out, as he immediately charges Vulture and downs him with a huge shoulderblock! Baccaro then lifts Vulture up, yanks up by the throat with two hands, and heaves him across the ring! The fans boo loudly, and Baccaro flips them off before grabbing Vulture and again heaves him across the ring, this time with an overhead belly-to-suplex!

Troy: I don’t believe this! Baccaro is manhandling Vulture right here!

Hosemann: You don’t believe it?
Troy, Baccaro has a HUGE strength advantage in this match. That could be the story of this entire match.

 

Vulture has trouble getting up, and Baccaro doesn’t make matters any better by nailing Vulture with a swift kick to the spine. He then lifts Vulture up and whips him violently into the turnbuckles, his back cracking against the buckles! Vulture stumbles forward, but Baccaro grabs him and blasts him down with a huge powerslam! Baccaro covers… one, two, and Vulture gets up!

Troy: He nearly had him there!

Hosemann: Vulture is starting to get obliterated,
Troy. He needs to do something and fast!

 

Vulture is slow to his feet, and Baccaro gets a look in his eye that can only be described as lacking in sanity. Just as Vulture makes it to his feet, Baccaro jumps to the top rope in a single leap, springboards off the top, spins around in mid-air, and floors Vulture with a vicious flying clothesline! Convinced Vulture is finished, Baccaro makes a lackadaisical cover… one, two, and Vulture kicks out! The fans are energized by the kick out, but this only seems to make Baccaro grow angrier.

Troy: Look at that look of fury on Baccaro’s face!

Hosemann: He wants this match to be over, and Vulture refused to cooperate in that instance. Let’s see how Baccaro responds here.

Baccaro lifts Vulture off the mat and immediately locks him in a vicious bearhug, attempting to squeeze the life out of him! Baccaro shouts for Vulture to give up, but the Hall of Famer instead rallies the fans, searching for the strength to break the hold! Just as it seems Vulture is poised to do exactly that, Baccaro gives up on the bearhug, turning it instead into a thunderous spinebuster! Baccaro covers… one, two, and Vulture escapes! Baccaro is a bit frustrated, but knows that Vulture is down and out, and susceptible to attack. With that, Baccaro pounds on his forearm.

Troy: I know what that means! Baccaro is going for that running forearm smash that he used as a finisher in the early part of his career!

Hosemann: Baccaro may have abandoned that move in favor of the Baccaro Bomb in recent years, but this move is as deadly as they come, and could knock Vulture completely unconscious if landed!

Baccaro sizes up Vulture as Vulture slowly gets to his feet. As soon as he reaches his base, Baccaro charges, but Vulture charges back at him and cracks Baccaro in the skull with a running knee! The fans cheer loudly, but Vulture falls back down, before the fans give him the strength to return to his feet! Baccaro is slow to his, but Vulture beats him up, and waits, as Baccaro rises and charges. However, Vulture is able to counter, downing Baccaro with a hard sidewalk slam! Vulture goes for the immediate cover… one, two, and Baccaro kicks out! Baccaro makes it back up, but Vulture is there, getting into a groove. Vulture grabs Baccaro and flattens him with a t-bone suplex, a favorite of Vulture’s years ago! The fans are now on their feet as Vulture rallies them. Opting not to go for the cover, Vulture stands above Baccaro, begging for the opportunity to strike. When Baccaro gets to his feet, Vulture boots him in the stomach and drills him down headfirst with the Soul Stealer, a move Vulture hasn’t used since the very early days of the PWA!

Troy: My God! I can’t believe it! The Soul Stealer!

Hosemann: This was a devastating maneuver for Vulture back in the day, and he could get Baccaro with it right here!

Vulture goes for the quick cover… one, two, and Baccaro kicks out. Undaunted, Vulture climbs to the top rope! The fans are on their feet, cheering wildly, as Vulture dives off with a mooonsault, and connects full force! Vulture hooks the leg… one, two, and Baccaro again escapes! However, now, Vulture has one more trick up his sleeve. He positions himself in front of Baccaro’s feet, repeats the “thumbs up, thumbs down” symbol seen earlier tonight, and locks in the Sharpshooter!

Troy: Sharpshooter! The Sharpshooter! This could be it!

Hosemann: We saw Morgan Day finish off Magnifica with the Sharpshooter a little earlier tonight. Can lightning strike twice for that couple tonight?!

Vulture wrenches the hold in tightly, squeezing it with all his might, but Baccaro battles back in a big way. Despite appearing dangerously close to tapping out, Baccaro is able to make it all the way to the ropes and reach them, forcing the hold to be broken. However, the cheering only increases in magnitude as a confident Vulture stalks Baccaro, waiting for him to get back to his feet. When Baccaro does rise, Vulture grabs him and hits him with the Perfectplex! The fans cheer loudly, feeling the end near… one, two, th-NO! Baccaro kicks out again! The fans continue to cheer, trying to keep Vulture focused and on his game, and it works, because when Baccaro gets up again, Vulture downs him hard with the Chill Factor spinebuster! The fans are on their feet as Vulture goes for the cover again… one, two, thr-NO! This time Baccaro JUST gets his shoulder up in time!

Troy: I don’t believe this! Vulture is pouring on the pressure like crazy!

Hosemann: And Baccaro keeps taking everything Vulture is throwing at him and asking for more!

This time, when Vulture gets up, there is a look of determination on his face, leaving no doubt that he wants to put Baccaro away and for good. Vulture whips a rising Baccaro chest-first into the turnbuckle and positions him on the top rope. Then, as Vulture climbs up behind him, flashbulbs begin going off as Vulture prepares for the Spider Suplex!

Troy: You know what this means, Scott!

Hosemann: The Spider Suplex, one of the most popular moves in the history of the PWA! If Vulture hits this, that awe-inspiring Fallen Angel Frog Splash should be right behind it!

Vulture looks for the Spider Suplex, but two well-place elbows to the jaw thwart those plans, knocking Vulture off the ropes. Seeing this, Baccaro springboards himself off the ropes, turns in mid-air, and comes lunging at Vulture with another flying clothesline, but this time, Vulture ducks, and Baccaro connects hard with referee Matt Hansen, knocking him out!

Troy: Oh no! The referee is down!

Hosemann: This can’t be good!

Baccaro stumbles to his feet after hitting the move, but Vulture is standing right behind him and, before Baccaro knows what hit him, Vulture lifts him up and drills him down with the Crimson Sunset to a furiously thunderous ovation!

Troy: He hit it! He hit it! The Crimson Sunset! Baccaro is down and out!

Hosemann: But the referee is also!

Vulture goes for the cover, but then realizes the referee is down. Thinking quickly, and realizing the situation, Vulture breaks the cover and climbs to the top-rope! Then, in one swift motion, Vulture delivers a beautiful Fallen Angel Frog Splash that produces a deafening roar from the MSG crowd! Baccaro is out, and Vulture hooks the leg, waiting for Hansen to rise… but before that can happen, Magnifica, who is banned from ringside, runs down to the ring and pulls Vulture off! The fans boo, but then cheer as Vulture gets up and stands toe-to-toe with the woman he hates more than any other on this planet! However, before anything can happen, the new Women’s Champion Morgan Day, also banned from ringside, rushes down to the ring, grabs Magnifica’s foot, and yanks her out of the ring! On the outside, Morgan begins pounding on Magnifica, and the fans cheer thunderously as Morgan beats Magnifica all the way back to the dressing room!

Troy: Unbelievable! Magnifica tried to interfere in this match, and Morgan Day would have none of it!

Hosemann: And she shouldn’t,
Troy! These women were banned from ringside, and Magnifica broke that agreement! But I’m glad Morgan came out here to straighten things up, because this match should be left to the warriors battling out in the ring! No one else!

Vulture cracks a grin as he sees this, but as soon as he turns around, he finds that Baccaro is up, and promptly gets booted in the stomach and grabbed for the Baccaro Bomb! However, Vulture slips out and nails a second Crimson Sunset with thunderous impact! Vulture wastes no time, hooking the leg tightly… one, two, thre-NO! Baccaro kicks out again!

Troy: I don’t believe this! Baccaro has kicked out of the Crimson Sunset!

Hosemann: This truly is unbelievable, Troy! I’ve never seen anything like this!

The fans are deflated a bit after Baccaro kicks out of a move that only a handful of grapplers have EVER kicked out of. Even Vulture is showing some surprise and frustration at Baccaro’s ability to kick out of that move. However, Vulture presses on, and stands above Baccaro, daring him to get up. Vulture, apparently setting Baccaro up for a running knee, beckons his former protégé to a vertical base. When Baccaro finally rises, Vulture charges at him, but Baccaro sidesteps him, and when Vulture turns around, Baccaro lifts him up and drills him down furiously with the Baccaro Bomb! Madison Square Garden is completely deflated as Vulture lies motionless on the mat!

Troy: No! I don’t believe it!

Hosemann: I think that’s it for Vulture,
Troy! I think that’s it for Vulture!

Baccaro, however, doesn’t go for the immediate cover, but opts to taunt the fans, knowing that Vulture can’t possibly get up from this. Baccaro takes a good deal of time to make a cover, but when he does cover, he covers well. The referee begins to count… one, two, thre-NO! Vulture escapes, and the crowd goes wild!

Troy: My God! My God! Vulture has just kicked out of the Baccaro Bomb!

Hosemann: This is uncanny! How did he just do that?!

Baccaro evidently is thinking the same thing, and begins to throw a fit in the ring. Baccaro first grabs Hansen and shouts in his face, demanding to know how that wasn’t three. He then proceeds to throw himself onto the mat and pound it, shouting in immense frustration at the fact that his mentor simply will not die. However, Baccaro spends so much time contemplating this that Vulture makes it back to a vertical base and is simply waiting for him to turn around! When Baccaro does turn, Vulture drills him with a running right knee to the jaw that staggers Baccaro in a huge way! Baccaro stumbles into the corner, and Vulture perches him on the top rope, facing backwards, and the fans know what’s coming! Vulture follows him up, and nails him hard with the Spider Suplex to a monstrous ovation! Then, to an even louder ovation, Vulture uses his leg strength to pull himself back up on the top, turn around, and in one fell swoop, dive off with the second awe-inspiring Fallen Angel Frog Splash of the night, this one connecting with greater and more thunderous force than the last one! Baccaro’s body goes limp upon impact, the fans hold their breath in front of their seats, and Vulture covers… one! Two! Three!

Troy: Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Vulture has done it! My God! Vulture has DONE it!

Hosemann: This is unbelievable, Troy! Everyone said it couldn’t be done, but it HAS been done! Vulture has just defeated Jackie Baccaro! The old lion has beaten the young lion! Vulture has prevailed over neck surgery and all the odds, and he has beaten a bigger, stronger, faster, and younger opponent, a man he trained, a man he thought of as his younger brother! He has DONE it,
Troy! Vulture has WON!

Troy: This is an absolutely incredible moment, folks, and shame on you if you’re not here to experience it! Vulture has beaten Jackie Baccaro, and this crowd is absolutely ecstatic!

With flashbulbs popping and MSG coming unglued, “Falling From The Sky” blares throughout the Garden, and an emotional Vulture falls to his knees and begins bowing down to the fans that have meant so much to him and enabled this glorious comeback. Chants of “Vul-ture, Vul-ture” ring throughout MSG, and the Hall of Famer enjoys the moment that he so rightfully deserves. Shortly thereafter, Morgan Day jogs to the ring and enters, tears in her eyes, and kisses and embraces Vulture to a huge ovation, both of them mentally exhausted, but both of them knowing that they have reached the finish line, and all they have to look forward to now is a long, happy, and healthy life together ahead of them. Both will ride off into the sunset tonight as true heroes and true champions, but for now, Morgan raises Vulture’s hand, and Vulture, overcome with emotion, sucks it up and takes the thunderous cheering in stride, as he celebrates with his fiancé, both soaking in this moment that will surely live forever in both of their hearts. The entire song plays before the two exit and the cheers even begin to die down. However, both Vulture and Morgan day receive electric ovations from the MSG crowd as they exit a wrestling arena for the final time in their careers, but do it with the knowledge that tonight, they came, they saw, and despite all the obstacles against them, they conquered.
* WINNER VIA PINFALL: VULTURE *

Once they exit and the music has stopped, Jackie Baccaro slowly gets to his feet, and the fans boo. However, when the shot shows Magnifica angrily storming down the aisle, we realize the boos aren’t entirely, or even primarily, for Baccaro. Magnifica gets in Baccaro’s face and shouts insults at him, calling him a pathetic loser, among other, more colorful, things. Finally, Magnifica can no longer contain her rage, and she reacts by slapping Baccaro thunderously across the face, something that reverberates loudly throughout MSG! Baccaro then gets that crazed look in his eye and grabs Magnifica, yanking her close and destroying her down with the Baccaro Bomb! The fans actually give Baccaro a huge ovation for it, and Baccaro exits to “Things Done Changed” with his head held high!

Troy: Well how about that?! It looks like Baccaro wasn’t content to be somebody’s puppet after all!

Hosemann: Well it took him long enough,
Troy!

Troy: It sure did. But folks, the time has come. Why delay? There is one match left in the history of the PWA, and it is up next! Take a look!

A video package airs, set to “Knights of Cydonia” by Muse, highlighting the amazing careers of both the PWA Champion Jason Calysto, and his challenger tonight, Jaguar, as they prepare to engage in the final battle in PWA history, for the right to call themselves the last man to ever hold the PWA World Heavyweight Championship.

The camera then cuts backstage, where Nick Cade is standing with the PWA Champion, The Iceman Jason Calysto.

Cade: Jason Calysto, the time has now come. In just a few moments, you will head out to the ring to face Jaguar in the final match of your career, and the final match in the PWA’s history.

Calysto: Well Nick, obviously there are some butterflies, but right now I’m just focused on doing what I have to do and walking out the final PWA Champion. I was the first man to ever hold this title, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to be denied being the last man to hold it as well. I’ve seen a lot of ups and downs in my career, but my time here in the PWA really has been truly magical, and I will treasure it forever. I know that when I step through the curtain, it’s going to begin the last match of my career, and when it’s all over, it’s gonna be just over, but I don’t regret a thing I’ve done in my career, and I’m obviously thrilled to death and blessed to have had the career I’ve had, win lose or draw tonight. With that said, I didn’t come here tonight to lose. And Jaguar, I respect the hell out of you, but PWA comes full circle by me winning this match, not you. When I win, we end where we began. I reign as the greatest of all time, and everyone goes home knowing that. So Nick, I want to come out here and say that…

Calysto suddenly stops, looking at something off camera.

Calysto: What are YOU doing here?

The camera pans over to reveal
Hollywood legend and former Calysto foe Clint Eastwood!

Eastwood: Now Jay, I don’t want any trouble. I know we’ve had our problems in the past, and I know that the first time you wrestled Jaguar, it was me that cost you the title, four years ago. I know we kind of extended the olive branch to each other at Everlasting Epic last year, but tonight, I made the trip out to New York for one reason, and that’s to wish you luck, both in your last match, and in the rest of your life. You’re a good man, Jay, and I wish you much happiness.

Eastwood extends his hand, and Calysto gladly shakes it.

Calysto: Thanks Clint. (turning back to Cade) Well Nick, I guess there’s only one thing left to say. One last time, Nick, it’s time to shut up and wrestle.

With that, Calysto walks off camera, headed for the ring.

 

As we return to ringside, we see commentators Victor Troy and Superstar Scott Hosemann, but they are joined at the table by a very familiar face.

Troy: Welcome back to ringside, ladies and gentlemen, and I’m sure you can figure out what’s different about our commentary team now! The one and only Paul Ferrara is back out here!

Ferrara: I sure am, Troy, and I am really excited to be back out here! I was only scheduled to call the first few matches of this event, but I’ve been sent back out here to do a three-man booth with you and Scotty Hosemann for our main event.

Hosemann: Well, we’re certainly glad to have you, Paul. I must say, I’m a little surprised to see you back out here, especially given that now, calling this last match, we have two thirds of the trio that embarrassed and humiliated Bryan Conroy out here earlier tonight!

Ferrara: That’s right, Scott! I must say, I love that I’m out here, but I don’t know why it’s happened either. All I can tell you is that I was told by a production assistant to come out here and call this last match, and that the decision didn’t come from Bryan Conroy; it came from someone higher up.

Troy: Who the hell is higher up than Conroy?

Ferrara: I have no idea,
Troy.

Troy: Well, regardless, folks, the time has arrived! There is just one match left in the history of the PWA, and it starts now! We know all about this match, we know all about the history between Jason Calysto and Jaguar, all about what’s brought them both to this point, so there’s no reason to delay any further! We know you can’t wait, and neither can we. So folks, let’s go down to ringside! Lee Palmer, take it away!

The camera shifts to the ring, where ring announcer Lee Palmer begins speaking.

Palmer: Ladies and gentlemen, this final bout is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship!

The fans begin cheering thunderously, but suddenly, “Sad But True” by Metallica explodes onto the speakers, and the fans begin booing raucously.

Troy: Oh c’mon!

Hosemann: What the hell is he doing out here?! His night is over, it’s time for Calysto and Jaguar!

Ferrara: Why do I get the feeling this has something to do with me being out here?

With a noticeable scowl on his face, Conroy grabs a microphone and enters the ring. Conroy tries to speak, but the fans are booing so loudly that he cannot. Enraged, Conroy ultimately opts to simply shout over them.

Conroy: That’s it! I’ve had enough of this crap! I’ve been embarrassed and humiliated far too much out here tonight! First, Romeo beats Anthony Failla. Then, Rudy and myself lost to that bum at the announce table, Scott Hosemann, and Kerry Cox. Then, if that wasn’t bad enough, Magnifica loses to Morgan Day. And THEN, TFU won the damn tag team titles! I was just BARELY hanging on to my sanity at that point, but then Vulture, VULTURE of all people, he BEAT Jackie Baccaro?! What?! Are you kidding me?! I’m throwing a fit backstage, and then what do I see? Paul “Fat Bastard”
Ferrara waddle out to the ring to do commentary in the main event?! Not on my watch, pal! You just blatantly make things up, that someone higher up than me sent you out here? Bullshit! There IS no one higher up than me! So that’s it! I’ve had it with this night! You fans are all mad that I took PWA from you to begin with, even though it’s for your own good. Well, see how you like this one: all of you, everyone in the crowd, you can just get up and go home now. That’s it. The show’s over. There’s nothing more to see here. You all didn’t appreciate the show you were getting, so now you’re getting your precious main event. Sorry. But just know that it was all your fault.

Troy: What?! He can’t do that! He can’t just cancel the main event and tell everyone to go home!

Hosemann: Well he just did,
Troy! Bryan Conroy has just canceled tonight’s main event! I don’t know if he can really do this, but he’s done it!

Ferrara: Guys, I can’t believe I’m even saying this, because I can’t believe it’s possible, but I think I despise Bryan Conroy now at this very moment more than I ever have before!

The fans are booing raucously and screaming chants of “bull-shit” as Conroy smirks and continues speaking.

Conroy: Oh what, you’re upset? Too damn bad! You people got everything handed to you for years, and you never appreciated me, so now you’re all screwed! The PWA is over as of this very instant, this show is over, you can all get the hell out of my building, and there’s not a person in this world that can do a damn thing about it!

Moments later, “The Wretched” by Nine Inch Nails blares onto the speakers, and the fans immediately burst into cheers at the novelty of hearing the old heel TFU faction theme song, but then the cheers die down as the lie in wait, trying to figure out exactly what is happening. Then, as the song begins to kick in, Jerry Georgatos emerges at the top of the ramp, and the fans, who for most of career despised the very ground Georgatos walked on, actually erupt into a wave of cheers, hoping that Georgatos can somehow counter what Conroy has said!

Troy: Jerry Georgatos?! What the hell is Georgatos doing out here?!

Ferrara: I don’t know Troy, but I know we haven’t seen Georgatos in nearly two in a half years, since guys like Conroy and Kerry Cox and Vulture and Mike Tortorici and Jaguar fought of the onslaught of the giant TFU faction that sought to take over control of the company. At moments like this, I wish things had turned out differently that night, and Conroy had been stripped of power before the power went to his head and all this happened.

Hosemann: Maybe so, Paul, but I am wondering exactly what Georgatos’ purpose is out here right now, and as a guy that knows Georgatos just as good as anyone else in the business, I know that smirk on his face means he knows something huge that Conroy doesn’t.

Georgatos grabs a microphone and enters the ring with that ever-present smirk as Conroy stares back at him hatefully. Neither man makes a move as Georgatos’ music comes to a halt. At that point, with Conroy glaring at Georgatos with a hateful “this-better-be-really-important” look on his face, Georgatos raises microphone to mouth and begins to speak.

Georgatos: Well, well, look at what we have here.
Bryan, it’s so great to see you.

Conroy: What the hell are you doing here, Georgatos? Actually, you know what? I don’t have time for this. Security! Security!

Conroy’s screams fall on deaf ears and no one comes out.

Conroy: (growing impatient) I said security! Goddammit, where is my security?!

Georgatos: You can scream as loud as you want, Bryan. They’re not coming. Let me give you, and all these people out here for that matter, a little history lesson. The last time you and I were in the same ring at the same time was some 28 months ago. I, along with great men such as Mike Griffin, Greg Tantalus, and Mike Troha, sought to take the power in this company away from you, and start a new reign in its place, under the banner of TFU. Well, the last time we were in this ring together was three nights after we failed in that endeavor, as you fought ALONGSIDE Kerry Cox, and a host of other PWA stars, to squash the insurrection and retain your promotion. That night, you fired me, and told me I would never be on a PWA broadcast ever again. Well, somehow, I am out here right now, at the end of the last PWA pay-per-view ever. My job right now is to tell you how that is possible. You see,
Bryan, shortly after my departure, you grew overconfident, even a bit cocky. You developed a swagger you didn’t have before, and you became way more involved in the day to day activities of the PWA. You stepped on peoples’ toes. You threw your weight around. Basically, you started acting like the person you hated most in the world, and that was me. The thing that separates us, Bryan, is that I lost my company as result of a wrestling match too. That’s how you’re in power in the first place. Remember the CAW/FSW showdown? I sure do. The difference between us is that I didn’t raid PWA with the intention of destroying it. I raided it with the intention to strip it down and start it anew with my vision, because I thought and still do think you’re an unfit owner.

Conroy: What the hell is the point, Georgatos? I’m getting bored, and these people need to go home. Because honestly, no matter what you say, this show tonight is over.

Georgatos: The point, Bryan, is that somewhere along the way you got sloppy. You thought you won the war with Jerry Georgatos two and a half years ago, but you’ll very soon realize that you in fact lost. I bided my time and waited for an opportunity like this, and then I struck. Bryan, you sold the PWA to a buyer with the intention of liquidating its assets, correct?

Conroy: Correct. Where are you going with this?

Georgatos: And that buyer was called JG Enterprises, Inc., was it not?
Bryan, I don’t think I even need to ask this at this point, but what do you think “JG” stands for?

With that revelation, the fans begin cheering loudly.

Conroy: What?! No! That can’t be possible! It can’t be!

Georgatos: Oh, but it is. You see,
Bryan, it was I that purchased the PWA from you. And yes, I purchased it with the sole intent to liquidate it for its assets and close it down. (the fans boo) Hold on, hold on, let me explain. You see, Bryan, the last time you were ousted from the PWA, we found out that you had so many contracts and loopholes set in place that the door would be wide open for your return, so that you’d have a chance to come back in and start all over again. Well, Bryan, if the PWA was vanquished, and no longer existed, you’d have no way of ever showing your face again. That is why I am authorizing the complete and total shutdown of the PWA tonight. However, fans, wrestlers in the back, announcers, referees, all of you, here is the big news: I have plans in place to rebuild a brand new national wrestling organization that will rise like a Phoenix from the ashes of the PWA, and a good 80 to 90 percent of you will be offered jobs to come work for me!

Troy: Oh my God! This is fantastic!

Hosemann: I have never been more proud to say that man was once my manager!

Ferrara: Wow! It took two years, but Jerry Georgatos has ultimately trumped Bryan Conroy!

Conroy: (crushed) But… how could this…

Georgatos: Don’t let it get to you, Bryan. The bottom line is that I won, these fans won, the boys in the back won, and in the end, you Bryan Conroy, YOU… are the big loser. So, as you could probably guess, there WILL be a PWA Championship match tonight, as we will close down the PWA with pride, with honor, and with dignity. But before that, I have something else to tell you. You remember earlier when you asked for security and couldn’t find them? That’s because they’re in the back, rounding up, I don’t know, let’s see… Helen Summers, Magnifica, Michelle, Jackie Baccaro, Mike Troha, Bodycount, Justin Schenck, The Legacy, the Rosedale Renegades, and of course, Anthony Failla, and they are escorting all of them out of
Madison Square Garden! And guess what, Bryan? They’re coming for you next. So, if you don’t want to be thoroughly embarrassed and humiliated like, I don’t know, that you unceremoniously had me ousted from this company 28 months ago, I’d suggest you leave now, gather your things, and get the hell out of Madison Square Garden. Because NO ONE is going to ruin tonight’s main event. So Bryan, I’ve got two words for you: YOU’RE FIRED!

The fans cheer thunderously, and Conroy, furious, shocked, and heartbroken, storms out of the ring without as much as a word. As he exits, the fans mockingly serenade him. “Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey hey, goodbye,” they shout, repeating it over and over again until Conroy has disappeared behind the curtain. Once Conroy is gone, attention turns back to Georgatos in the ring, and the fans begin chanting “Je-rry, Jer-rry.”

Georgatos: Thank you. Thank you. Well, now, we turn our attention to two tremendous athletes, both of whom likely will not be a part of the new wrestling organization I will be starting in the coming months, likely in the October-November range. Both of these men have formally announced that they will retire from professional wrestling at the conclusion of this bout, and no two men better deserve to wrestle for the honor of being called the final PWA Champion than these two men. I’m going to take off now, and leave things to our very able announce team of Victor Troy, Superstar Scott Hosemann, and Paul Ferrara, who I personally invited back out here to do this final match, and all three of which I hope to have on board announcing my new wrestling company. So with that, I leave you, and let’s all turn our attention back to our fantastic ring announcer Lee Palmer! Lee, let’s do it again! Guys, thank you all very much, enjoy the conclusion of PWA Everlasting Epic V, and I will see you all very soon! Goodnight!

Georgatos then exits to a standing ovation and no music, as he chooses instead to put all the focus back onto ring announcer Lee Palmer, who is once again ready in the ring.

Palmer: The following bout is our main event! It is scheduled for one fall and it is for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, the challenger. From
Jacksonville, Florida, weighing 242 pounds, this…is…Jaaaaaguar!!!!

 

The focus shifts to the entrance, where a white metal-barred cage is in front of the curtain. Smoke rises from the entrance and all is silent until “I Got That Fire” by Juvenile and Mannie Fresh plays for the first time in years. As the song kicks in, a huge blast of pyro erupts and the door of the cage bursts open, allowing the challenger to emerge to an absolutely thunderous ovation!

 

Hosemann: Wow!

 

Jaguar salutes the crowd on each side of the stage before throwing his arms up into the air to summon his flaming fireball pyro from the stage, shadowing him with fire before he makes his walk to the ring. Sporting a brand new, white singlet with red trim, elbow and knee pads, he climbs up the ring steps and enters the ring to pose on all four sets of turnbuckles as the crowd showers him with cheers of adulation.

 

Troy: What an entrance that was!

 

Ferrara: Well it’s his last match, and we just saw Jaguar literally get let out of his cage. He is ready to roll tonight!

 

As his music stops, the shot cuts back to Palmer.

 

Palmer: And his opponent, hailing from the Carroll Gardens section of Brooklyn, New York, and weighing in at 221 pounds, he is the PWA Heavyweight Champion of The Worrrrrrrld, The Iceman, Jasonnnn Calystooooo!

 

The famed drumming of Oasis’ “F*ckin In The Bushes” hits, and another monstrous ovation comes as The Iceman Jason Calysto marches out.

 

Troy: And listen to this ovation for the champion!

 

Hosemann: It’s deafening in here!

 

Calysto also goes retro tonight, sporting his old black thigh-length tights, along with boots and elbow pads to match. But the most important thing he carries is the PWA Championship, which is strapped tightly around his waist as he makes his way to the ring. He slides inside and removes the belt to hold it high above his head for the crowd to see. Calysto then turns to face Jaguar and he holds the belt up for him as well, sending the message that it will not leave him tonight.

 

Troy: It doesn’t get any bigger than this folks!

 

Hosemann: It can’t!

 

The Iceman hands the title over to senior referee Tom Stevens, who folds it and holds it high before handing it to the timekeeper, who sounds the bell. Calysto and Jaguar come face to face in the middle of the ring and the tension couldn’t be cut with a knife.

 

Ferrara: Alright, this is it. One match left in the PWA, and there couldn’t be one any bigger.

 

Troy: They are the only two men to hold the PWA Championship four times. They have each defeated each other for world titles, they have teamed up, become great friends and enemies, but now it’s for the biggest prize in the game, and it’s set to start right now!

* PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP: THE ICEMAN JASON CALYSTO © VS. JAGUAR *
Referee: Tom Stevens

The staredown is broken and both men circle around the ring with the crowd cheering as they lock up in the middle. Jaguar has the size and power advantage and he uses it to grip on a side headlock. Calysto tries to push him off and does so after backing up to the ropes, but Jaguar comes back with a shoulder tackle that floors the champion. Calysto gets back up and walks into a Jaguar hiptoss. Calysto rises and Jaguar tries another, but the champion adjusts and reverses it to whip him down instead!

 

Troy: Excellent counter by The Iceman there.

 

Hosemann: We have seen that Jaguar can wrestle on the mat. He can get down too, but not on Calysto’s level. Nobody can do that. Jaguar’s focus must remain on using those big fists until Calysto’s eyes blur.

Jaguar gets to his feet and is tentative at first, but then returns to the center of the ring, ready to lock up again. He and the Iceman then lock up, and Calysto now locks in a side headlock, but this time, Jaguar grabs him and downs him with a hard belly-to-back suplex!  Jaguar goes for an immediate cover, but Calysto kicks out at one! Calysto gets up and Jaguar begins stinging him with knife-edge chops! Jaguar whips Calysto against the ropes, but the Iceman ducks under a clothesline and grabs Jaguar from behind, downing him thunderously with a release German suplex!

Troy: Oh my! I think that compacted Jaguar’s spine!

Hosemann: It very well might have! That was a beautifully executed counter!

Ferrara: That’s the Iceman for you!

Calysto then moves in and locks a hard armbar in, cinching in tightly, trying to put Jaguar in a great deal of pain and soften him up for the Crossface, which Calysto clearly hopes to apply later on in this contest. However, Jaguar makes his way back to a vertical base, appearing ready to land a counter of his own, but Calysto whips him against the ropes and follows it up with a hard clothesline in the corner! With Jaguar at bay, Calysto lets loose with a series of hard knife-edge chops to the chest, which generate the obligatory Ric Flair “whoo!” from the capacity crowd at the World’s Most Famous Arena! Jaguar staggers forward, and Calysto grabs him, downing him with a hard belly-to-belly suplex! Calysto covers… one, two, and Jaguar escapes!

Troy: Close one there!

Hosemann: But not nearly close enough!

The Iceman then moves to the top rope, the MSG crowd cheering him on loudly as he does so! Jaguar gets to his feet, and Calysto downs him with a furious missile dropkick! The cover… one, two, and Jaguar kicks out! The fans lose their breath a bit, but Calysto remains undaunted. The champion gets to his feet, and waits for Jaguar to rise. Once he does, Calysto charges and ties him into the octopus choke, a running, turning, standing combination of a Rings of Saturn and a triangle-choke! Calysto wrenches the move in tightly, and the fans begin cheering furiously for it! However, Jaguar is able to gain control and turn it into a vicious powerbomb, drilling the Iceman down with a fury! Jaguar covers… one, two, and Calysto escapes!

Troy: And now it’s Jaguar’s turn!

Ferrara: This is his opportunity to capitalize, Troy, he can’t blow it!

Calysto staggers to his feet, and Jaguar whips him against the ropes, catching him with a hard spinebuster as he returns! The cover… one, two, and Calysto kicks out! Jaguar then whips Calysto into the corner, perches him on the top rope, and destroys him with a vicious superplex! The fans are coming unglued as Jaguar covers… one, two, and Calysto just gets a shoulder up! Jaguar remains undaunted, and immediately locks Calysto into the STF!

Troy: STF! STF!

Ferrara: This is Jaguar’s famed submission move, and a move he used as a finished many, many years ago!

Hosemann: He’s got it locked in tightly now, though, and Calysto could be in trouble! I doubt he’d submit, but this could take a lot out of him!

Calysto struggles in the maneuver, fighting hard to reach the ropes. Jaguar, for his part, does everything he can do to keep Calysto close to the center of the ring, and away from the ropes. However, after a long battle, the Iceman wins out, reaching the ropes and forcing the hold to be broken! The fans cheer loudly, and both Jaguar and Calysto get to their feet. Jaguar is waiting for Calysto and charges him with a running axe kick, but the Iceman ducks under it, hits the opposite ropes, and drills Jaguar as he turns around with a furious spinning heel kick that sends the fans into a frenzy!

 

Troy: The spinning heel kick! He hit it!

Hosemann: You know what that means, guys!

Ferrara: If history is any indication, then this match is almost over!

Troy: That’s true, but I can’t imagine that to be accurate tonight, given what’s at stake, and just who Calysto is in the ring with! However, we’re about to find out!

The fans come to their feet in anticipation of what’s to come next, and Calysto doesn’t disappoint. Jaguar gets to his feet and Calysto charges, nearly taking his head off with a thunderous mafia kick! As Jaguar falls back down, the Iceman climbs to the top rope, looking for the Bottom Line!

Troy: Here it comes! The Bottom Line!

Hosemann:
Troy, at Everlasting Epic I, Jason Calysto beat me to become the first-ever PWA Champion with this very move! It could be an EE1 redux right here for Jason Calysto!

As Jaguar gets back to a vertical base, Calysto leaps off the top and nails him with the Bottom Line, full force! Calysto wastes no time in covering… one, two, and Jaguar just gets a shoulder up! The Iceman doesn’t flinch at this, getting right back up, and standing above his opponent, looking for the Icebreaker! The challenger is a bit slow to his feet, but Calysto is ready when he rises, lifting him up and drilling him down with the Icebreaker with thunderous impact! Again, Calysto goes for the immediate cover… one, two, th-and Jaguar gets the shoulder up!

Troy: That was so close!

Ferrara: It really was, Troy! I thought Calysto might have had him there!

Hosemann: On any other night, he might have, but this is the final match in the history of the PWA, and the final match ever for both of these Hall of Famers. Neither of them will give in tonight!

The Iceman appears to be a little frustrated at the kickout, but quickly changes gears, and signals for the Crossface! The fans begin cheering wildly as Calysto stalks Jaguar, looking for his opening. Jaguar slowly makes it back to his feet, but when he does, the champion is there to drive him right back down, cinching in the Crossface!

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

Ferrara: This could be it right here!

Hosemann: I know I just said neither of them will give in, but when you’re locked in the Crossface like this, guys, I think all bets are off! It’s an excruciatingly painful hold that two out of the three of us at this table have experienced, and Jaguar is going to have to do everything in his power now not to give in!

Jaguar is struggling mightily, doing everything in his power to reach the ropes and force this hold to be broken. As the fans gasp, Jaguar lunges out, trying to get to the ropes, but he can’t reach. He tries again, but again his arm falls just short. Then, with one final burst of energy, Jaguar is able to turn the Iceman over in a counter, tying him in a pinning combination! One, two, th-and Calysto just gets a shoulder up!

Troy: My God! I don’t believe it! Jaguar countered the Crossface, and nearly defeated Calysto with that pinning combination there!

Ferrara: It sure was close!

Jaguar gets up, and Calysto is relentless, going right back to the Crossface, but this time, Jaguar counters it before Calysto even gets it on, rolling through it, and stunning the Iceman! With Calysto momentarily stunned in disbelief, the challenger grabs him and plants him with Version 1.0 right in the center of the ring!

Troy: Version 1.0!

Ferrara: Troy, that’s the move that Jaguar used to defeat Jason Calysto in their first-ever one-on-one bout in CAW four and a half years ago, when Jaguar won his first world title!

Hosemann: Well, he might have just used it to win his last world title as well!

With the fans roaring and MSG rocking, Jaguar goes for the cover… one, two, th-Calysto kicks out! However, the Iceman is still down and out on the mat, and Jaguar looks to capitalize further. He sets the champion up and climbs to the top, before leaping off and connecting huge with the Suga Splash, right in the center of the ring! Jaguar hooks the leg… one, two, thr-NO! Calysto escapes! The fans gasp at the closeness, but begin applauding again once Jaguar gets to a vertical base and begins stalking Calysto, clearly readying himself for the Carrjack! The fans, who have been standing for several minutes now, lean in closer, anticipating what’s to come, as the Iceman makes it to his feet. Once Calysto rises, Jaguar grabs him, attempting the Carrjack, but Calysto blocks it and reverses it into the Crossface, driving him down hard with it! The fans cheer wildly as Calysto cinches the hold in tightly, trying to force a tap out and end the match, but Jaguar is positioned too close to the ropes, and he reaches them!

Troy: Oh my! That was close!

Ferrara: I don’t know if Jaguar would have been able to escape the Crossface again there had he not been that close to the ropes.

Hosemann: It’s true, Paul. I think if Calysto had slapped that hold on in the middle of the ring, given the state these two are in, I think it would have been all she wrote.

Jaguar and Calysto both make it to their feet, and as soon as they do, the Iceman grabs him, looking for the Icebreaker! However, Jaguar slips out, spins the Iceamn around, and drills him furiously with the Carrjack as the fans go ballistic! Jaguar wastes no time in covering… one, two, thre-NO! No! Calysto kicks out!

Troy: My God! I don’t believe it! Jason Calysto has just kicked out of the Carrjack!

Hosemann: This is insane! Both of these men are just spitting in the face of the other’s finishing moves!

Ferrara: If they can’t beat each other with their finishers, what CAN they win with?!

Jaguar gets a bit emotional after the kickout, questioning referee Tom Stevens, before accepting that the Iceman did, in fact, kick out of the Carrjack. However, Jaguar knows Calysto couldn’t possibly kick out of a second. Jaguar sets himself up, waiting patiently for Calysto to get to his feet, looking for another Carrjack to finish the job. Calysto gets up and Jaguar goes for it, but Calysto reverses it and drives Jaguar down with a violent Guillotine choke! The fans go nuts as the Iceman squeezes the hold in tightly, trying with all his might to choke Jaguar out and take this match home. However, Jaguar, stubborn as ever, blatantly refuses to die! Jaguar fights his way close to the ropes, and after debating with tapping out before reaching them, Jaguar is able to get his hand out and grab the bottom rope, forcing the hold to be broken! Jaguar, however, is not given a moment to rest, because as soon as he makes it to his feet, Calysto charges at him and takes him down with a thunderous second spinning heel kick! Calysto goes for the cover… one, two, th-Jaguar kicks out! With that, the Iceman begins stalking Jaguar again, looking for another Crossface. Jaguar slowly gets to his feet, and as soon as he does, Calysto drives him down with the Crossface, this time right in the center of the ring!

Troy: He’s got it on! He’s got it on! And this time, Jaguar is in the middle of the ring, with nowhere to go!

Ferrara: Jaguar is a fighter, Troy, but this might be too much at this stage of the game!

Hosemann: He’s got nowhere to go, guys! I think Jason Calysto is about to win this match!

The Iceman wrenches back with all his might on the hold, hoping and praying that Jaguar will tap out so that they can all go home and retire in peace. However, Calysto’s prayers are not answered. All the champion is granted is a realization that no matter what he does, Jaguar simply will not quit. Using the deafening cheers of the fans, who are cheering on both gladiators ferociously, Jaguar gets his adrenaline flowing and begins crawling, ever so slowly, to ropes. As Jaguar approaches the ropes, he begins to slow, feeling the immense pain. However, he persists and, after spending more than an excruciating minute in the hold, Jaguar finally reaches the ropes, forcing Calysto to relinquish the hold!

Troy: Wow! I am in shock! What an effort by Jaguar to avoid defeat!

Ferrara: I’m shocked too, Troy, but how much did that heroic effort take out of Jaguar physically? Yes, he is still alive in this match, but you have to think he’s easy prey for Calysto now.

Hosemann: I have to agree with Paul,
Troy. A move like the Crossface REALLY takes a lot out of you, if you are lucky enough to even survive it, that is. But Jaguar can’t have much left now.

With frustration growing by the second on his face, Calysto stands above Jaguar, waiting for him to rise. It appears Calysto has come to grips with the fact that Jaguar will not willingly submit, and is waiting to nail his challenger with the Icebreaker. Jaguar slowly get to his feet, and when he does, Calysto grabs him and drills him down with the Icebreaker, with thunderous impact! The Iceman wastes not a second, and takes no chances, dragging Jaguar to the center of the ring… one, two, thr-NO! Jaguar just barely gets a shoulder up!

Troy: I don’t believe this! I don’t believe this! How much more can Jaguar take?!

Calysto is furious, and for the first time, shows real, palpable frustration, pounding the mat. He then shakes it off and begins stalking Jaguar, taking a few steps back. Calysto charges Jaguar as he rises, looking for a mafia kick, but Jaguar sidesteps him, and the Iceman catches Stevens with the kick, downing him! Calysto is pissed, but turns back around and downs Jaguar with another kick, as Jaguar was too out of it to react quickly enough to move out of the way a second time. Now, Calysto looks around, and sees both Jaguar and Stevens down, and a sly smile comes across his face. Calysto exits the ring and grabs the world championship belt from the timekeeper, before re-entering the ring with it. Calysto stands over Jaguar with the belt, preparing to use it, and the fans actually begin to boo slightly.

Troy: C’mon Jay! Don’t do it!

Ferrara: You don’t want to win this way, Calysto! Not after all this!

Hosemann: Do the honorable thing, Calysto! Put the belt down!

Calysto initially drowns out the boos, feeling he must do what he needs to do to retain the championship. However, after a lengthy period of deliberation, the Iceman decides against it, and removes the belt from the ring! The fans cheer thunderously at this turn of events, and Calysto simply ignores the cheers, moving over to Jaguar and attempting to lift him off the mat. However, as he does this, Jaguar breaks free, boots him hard in the stomach, and drills him down furiously with the Pedigree!

Troy: Pedigree! Pedigree! Jaguar just nailed the Pedigree!

Hosemann: That is his old finisher,
Troy! A move he put many people away with in the past!

Ferrara: It was out of desperation, and it is a statement by Jaguar that if none of his current finishers will work, he might as well bust out an old one! Now he just needs to make the cover!

Jaguar is on the mat initially, but crawls over to Calysto and hooks the leg tightly! One, two, thre-NO! NO! Calysto just gets a shoulder up!

Troy: My God! Now CALYSTO has kicked out!

Ferrara: These men are superhuman, Troy! That’s the only explanation!

Hosemann: Seriously! This is insanity!

Both Jaguar and Calysto struggle to their feet, neither man knowing exactly where he is. The two rise at about the same time, and exchange a few hard rights. Then, Calysto grabs Jaguar and sends him hard into the corner. With Jaguar in the corner, Calysto charges at him, but Jaguar counters by jumping up, catching his legs around Calysto’s arms and tying him into a pinning position with the Jack Brisco cradle! Referee Stevens counts… one, two, thre-NO! Calysto escapes! The two get to their feet, and now the Iceman charges Jaguar, putting him in a pinning predicament with a running victory roll! The count… one, two, thre-NO! Jaguar is still alive! Jaguar staggers to his feet, and Calysto charges again, but this time, Jaguar catches him, grabs his arms, and rolls him into a backslide! One, two, three!

Troy: My God! My God! It’s over! Jaguar has won it! I don’t believe it! Jaguar has just won this match!

Ferrara: This is unreal! This is absolutely unreal!

Hosemann: Jaguar is the PWA Champion, but GOD, what a tremendous match! That might have been the greatest match I have ever witnessed!

The fans are still on their feet, cheering perhaps as loudly as they have ever cheered at a PWA event as “I Got That Fire” replays over the speakers and Lee Palmer addresses the crowd.

Palmer: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and the NEWWWWWWW PWA WORRRRLDD HEAVYYYYYWEIGHTTTT CHAMMMMPIONNNN… JAAAAAAAAAG-UARRRRRRRR!

Confetti begins falling from the Garden rafters as Tom Stevens hands Jaguar the belt and raises his hand high! Tears begin to flow down Jaguar’s cheeks as Jaguar, now the only five-time PWA Champion in history, along with the only man to ever go 5-0 at Everlasting Epic, holds the title belt high, soaking in all the adulation. He is then suddenly turned around by Jason Calysto, who makes no pretenses as to the reasoning of his confrontation, grabbing Jaguar and embracing him to a thunderous ovation from the MSG crowd! Calysto gets a bit teary-eyed in his own right as both legends come to the realization that both the PWA and their careers are finally over, and over after one of the greatest matches of both their careers. Tom Stevens then, in a symbolic moment, raises both their hands, and fireworks boom throughout the Garden! The two embrace one more time, and Calysto exits the ring, allowing Jaguar to revel in his final spotlight. However, Jaguar will have none of it, calling Calysto back into the ring to share in the celebration as well as the
New York City faithful deafeningly chant “P-W-A.”


Troy: I have never experienced anything like this in my life! Folks, the PWA is finished, Jaguar is our final champion, and we have gone out with perhaps the biggest bang imaginable! I am speechless!

Hosemann: I am too,
Troy! All I can say is it’s been a tremendous ride, and I am just thankful I have been along for it!

Ferrara: Same here! This may have been the greatest show the PWA has ever put on tonight, but whether it is or it isn’t, I am proud as hell to be a part of it, and to be able to say that I’ve been a part of this phenomenal company for the past four years!

Troy: So there you have it, folks! After four years, the Progressive Wrestling
Alliance has seen it’s final match, and my GOD, what a match it was! For Paul Ferrara and Superstar Scott Hosemann, for Nick Cade, Rick Madsen, Traci Reed, and Scott Cornelius, for Anthony DeBonis and Don Cerrone, for all the wrestlers in the back, for all the writers, agents, and staff that made this all possible, I’m Victor Troy, thanking each and every one of you for inviting us into your homes over the past four years, and hoping you’ll cherish all the memories, and keep a special place in your heart for a very special company that, in all our minds, will NEVER die. Goodbye, everybody!

* WINNER VIA PINFALL AND NEW PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION: JAGUAR

The camera cuts away from the ring, and to the Jumbotron, where an emotional video package airs, set to “Enjoy The Silence” by Lacuna Coil, highlighting the great events, great matches, and great people that have been involved with CAW, FSW, and the PWA over the past eight years. The video ultimately concludes with a still image of Jason Calysto and Jaguar celebrating together, just minutes earlier, after their championship bout. As we zoom in on that everlasting image from this epic event, and the song reaches its conclusion, for the final time, the camera fades to black.

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