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
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…
/
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
Hosemann: Thanks
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!
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.
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.
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.
Hosemann: It most certainly isn’t,
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!
Hosemann: Not yet,
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!
Hosemann: Speed Demon has been vindicated,
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?
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!
Hosemann: So that’s what they meant when they said they had backup!
Lauren takes her place on the
outside of the ring as
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
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,
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
Hosemann: He did,
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
Hosemann: This is a true battle of David vs. Goliath here,
Hosemann: You might be right,
Troha enters the ring and slaps a barely-conscious
Hosemann: But the damage might be done,
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!
Hosemann: I can’t believe it,
The fans are cheering uncontrollably as “Vicarious” replays
over the speakers, and
* 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,
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
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
Hosemann: That’s right,
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: 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!
Hosemann: You don’t believe it?
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!
Hosemann: Vulture is starting to get obliterated,
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.
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.
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!
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!
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!
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!
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!
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!
Hosemann: And she shouldn’t,
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!
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!
Hosemann: 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!
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!
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: 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!
Hosemann: Well it took him long enough,
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
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.
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.
Ferrara: I have no idea,
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.
Hosemann: What the hell is he doing out here?! His night is over, it’s time for
Calysto and Jaguar!
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”
Hosemann: Well he just did,
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!
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.
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,
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?
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,
Hosemann: I have never been more proud to say that man was once my manager!
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
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
* 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!
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!
Hosemann: It very well might have! That was a beautifully executed counter!
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!
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!
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!
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!
Hosemann: You know what that means, guys!
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!
Hosemann:
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!
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!
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!
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!
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!
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!
Hosemann: This is insane! Both of these men are just spitting in the face of
the other’s finishing moves!
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!
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!
Hosemann: I have to agree with Paul,
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!
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.
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!
Hosemann: That is his old finisher,
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!
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!
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
Hosemann: I am too,
Troy: So there you have it, folks! After four years, the Progressive Wrestling
* 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.