WASHINGTON, D.C.
SEGMENT 1: INTRODUCTION:
A lengthy video package airs, set to “Beautiful” by The
Dreaming, highlighting everything that went down three nights ago at Everlasting
Epic III, with Jason Calysto making Machine submit to the Crippler Crossface to regain his PWA contract and send Machine
packing, Jaguar defeating Hollywood Mike Griffin with a little help from an
exposed turnbuckle and a well-placed Carrjack, Lauren Tantalus turning on
Vulture en route to her brother Greg pinning him in Vulture’s final match, and
Scythe pinning GI Jew in a triple threat match that also included Solomon to retain
the PWA Championship. The opening
credits then roll as
Troy: Paul, tonight, it’s gonna get even
hotter, as we have been told the following:
Jaguar, Romeo, Mike Griffin, Greg Tantalus, and Jason Calysto have been
invited to the ring later tonight for a press conference held by Bryan Conroy
to name the challenger to the PWA Championship on September 25 at Walking
Wounded.
Ferrara: That’s huge, Troy, but before
we get to that, the PWA title will be on the line tonight when Scythe puts the
gold up for grabs against the International Champion Mike Grieco.
SEGMENT 2: RINGSIDE:
Victor Troy is cut off as “Have You Ever Felt” by Ill Nino blares
onto the speakers and the fans in D.C. erupt into a dramatic chorus of
boos. Moments later, Hollywood Mike
Griffin and Smooth Greg Tantalus emerge at the top of the ramp and then, after
looking to each other and smiling, the two point towards the entrance and
Lauren Tantalus walks out. The fans boo
rabidly at the sight of her, and the trio makes its way to the ring.
Tantalus: Can you say “gorgeous” on
television?
Tantalus: You’re damn right that didn’t happen. And you know, it didn’t
happen for a variety of reasons. First of
all, Vulture failed to realize that his day was over. His number had been called. He was past the point of retirement; he was
near the point of death. And if he wasn’t
before Saturday, he is now. I’m pretty
sure that, right about now, Vulture won’t ever want to show his face in public
again. Not that I blame him. If the woman I loved screwed me over in front
of 70,000 fans live in attendance and millions more watching at home on
pay-per-view, I’d probably feel the same way.
Vulture, I told you three weeks ago that if you interfered in my world
title match, I’d cripple you. I didn’t mean
physically. I meant mentally and
emotionally. And how did I do that? By showing my sister exactly who you are,
finally, and getting her to see the light.
Greg hands the mic to Lauren, who is met with a
deafening chorus of boos.
Lauren:
Oh c’mon, is what I did really THAT bad?! (booing increases in
volume) You’re all just jealous. Listen,
I’m the greatest female superstar this company has ever seen, I DEMAND
respect! You’re all just begging for an
explanation, huh? I guess this isn’t gonna
stop until you get one. Well fine
then. Last week, Vulture asked me to
retire with him, to give up my hopes and my dreams just to go home with him and
live out our lives together. Well you
know what? I wasn’t ready for that. Mike, if you’re at home watching this, I just
want you to know that this wasn’t personal.
I’ll always love you, and I’ll always have a place in my heart for you,
but this decision was made for my career.
You left me no choice. With you, I
faced the prospects of early retirement, or continuing on here with no allies
and fighting a battle with you at home, clamoring for my attention. Well, as I spent the week thinking over what
you asked me, my brother gave me a way out.
Greg gave me an option that would keep my career going and insert me
into a situation I could thrive in. He
said that we’d wipe the slate clean and I could roll with TFU… as long as you
got a chairshot to the head at EE3 and it directly
resulted in Greg winning. Well, I kept
my end of the bargain, and now, I can finally live outside of your shadow. You never let me be me. Now, I have that chance. The fact of the matter, people, is that I am
the greatest female star this company has ever seen, and it’s time you all
started realizing that. I mean, just a
few days ago, I won the Woman of the Year award. Of course I’m not the least bit surprised. I am in fact better than every one else here. So to keep this whole thing short and sweet
since my time is valuable and I’m bored and hungry, my advice is to strive to
be just like me. Look how great I ended
up. And now, with my brother and Mr.
Hollywood himself, Mike Griffin, by my side, I’d like to see someone come out
and try to stop us.
Moments later, Juvenile’s “I Got That Fire” blasts onto the speakers and
the fans explode as Jaguar makes his way down to the ring with a microphone in
his hand. Showing no fear whatsoever,
Jaguar gets right into the ring and looks all three in the eyes.
Jaguar:
You know, no matter how low you guys go, you
always manage to find a way to go lower.
First off, Lauren… where the hell do you get
off? For the year I’ve known you, I would
have NEVER thought you were capable of what you did Saturday night. I’m embarrassed to even know you. What you did to Mike was downright
despicable, and I’m not gonna stand for it.
Jaguar: Same thing I did Saturday night,
junior, and that’s beat your ass like you stole something, all over this damn
arena! (crowd
cheers)
With that, Jaguar runs, clotheslining Greg
Tantalus down, before grabbing hold of Mike Griffin. Jaguar and
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SEGMENT 3: MATCH
1: PWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP: PAUL DAWKINS & JACKIE BACCARO © VS. THE
NATURALS:
Referee:
Matt Hansen
The action kicks off as Sevendust's
"Black" booms through the Phone Booth speakers for the arrival of
Paul Dawkins and Jackie Baccaro. The new Tag Team Champions hold their titles
high and climb into the ring to do the same for all the fans to see, until
"All Or Nothin'"
by Tom Petty begins. The Naturals come out to a highly negative reaction, but
looks extremely intense on regaining the titles they lost just 3 days ago.
The bell sounds and The Naturals get an early advantage as
Greg Price attacks Baccaro from behind. He hits the Rookie of The Year twice in
the ribcage before shooting him to the ropes and sending him down with a
dazzling dropkick. Price goes for a quick cover and only gets a one count
before tagging in Kris Anthony.
Anthony enters and The Naturals execute a quick double
team attack as Price holds Baccaro's arm for an
Anthony kick to the side. Baccaro doubles over from the blow and Anthony
springs off the ropes to floor him with a big knee lift. He makes a cover and
gets a two count, but Baccaro powers out again.
Anthony lifts Baccaro off the canvas and Irish whips him
back to the ropes. He ducks his head for a back body drop, but Baccaro stops
short and drops a huge elbow right above his neck! Anthony falls to the mat and
Baccaro makes a tag to Dawkins.
Ferrara: That's
alright, he'll get back in it.
Dawkins lifts Anthony off the mat, but he gets an eye rake
for his troubles. He whips Dawkins to the ropes, allowing Price to swing and
nail him in the back of the head. Price raises his arms in celebration, but
doesn't realize that Dawkins is still standing until the champion swings and
knocks him from the ring apron!
As Price falls down, Anthony runs at Dawkins, but Dawkins
gives a big back elbow to his midsection before jumping up high and blasting
him with a Scud Missile! Dawkins calls for The M.O.A.B. and the crowd cheers as
he hoists Anthony up onto his shoulders. He presses him up, but Price slides
back into the ring and blasts his exposed face with one of the tag team title
belts!
Matt Hansen immediately calls for the bell and Jackie
Baccaro rushes into the ring, but Price gets to him first and lays him out with
the belt as well! The Naturals stomp away on the champions as the bell
continues to sound.
Troy: The Naturals didn't come to win this match, they are
dissecting the champs!
The Naturals do a big number on Dawkins and Baccaro and
they hold the belts high before exiting the ring and leaving the champs laying.
WINNERS VIA PINFALL
AT
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SEGMENT 4: JUMBOTRON:
All eyes turn to the Jumbotron as the camera takes us
inside a hospital room. It stops as it gets to a bed, and its patient is being
blocked from view by a doctor, whose back is facing us.
Doctor: The surgery was a success, but you should really
go easier on yourself. Your quadriceps muscle was torn up when you came in
here. In any case, you’ll need about ten to twelve months to heal, so you won’t
be in action any time soon. Well, I’ll give you some time alone now.
The doctor moves out of the way and out of the room, revealing the room’s
occupant to be Mike Troha! His face is adorned by a distant look, and the crowd
offers a mixed reaction of laughter and jeers. A nurse comes into the room
shortly after.
Nurse: Excuse me, you have a visitor. He
insisted on seeing you.
Troha looks over at the nurse, but before he can utter a word, the soothing
sounds of a saxophone enter the room. The camera zooms in on Troha’s horrified face, and in particular, his now bulging
eyes.
Troha: ... Oh no...
Kenny G: It’s good to see you again, man!
Troha: What the hell are you doing here?!
Kenny G begins playing his soft brand of music again, as if he were answering Troha’s question. Troha takes his good arm and bashes his
own head with it, screaming bloody murder.
Troha: NURSE! SECURITY! ANYBODY!!
Kenny G: Man, you really are in pain if you’re screaming like that. Just like
Romeo said.
Troha: What... What do you mean?!
Kenny G: Oh yeah, he sent me and told me that you’d love to see me. Well, you
know I couldn’t pass up the chance to visit an old friend, so I’ll be here to
keep you company! How about another song?
The camera backs out of the room as Kenny G proceeds to serenade Troha, who
responds with blood curdling cries of revenge once the camera is out of the
room, and the crowd bursts into hysterical laughter.
Troha: NOOOOOOOO!! ROMEO! I’LL GET YOU FOR THIS!!
SEGMENT 5: RINGSIDE:
Back at ringside, we cut to commentators Victor Troy and Paul
Ferrara.
Troy:
Mike Troha just doesn’t seem to have any luck, does he?
“Come With Me” by P. Diddy
hits and the fans erupt into a slew of jeers as “The Human Highlight” Jon
Dulberg makes his way to the ring for the first time since walking out on
partner The Omega Steve Beovich Saturday night at Everlasting Epic. Dulberg walks to ringside and grabs a mic before heading into the ring, boos still sounding.
Dulberg:
You people can all cut the crap; I know you can’t be serious. You mean to tell me that I do the right thing
on Saturday night, and you boo ME?! What
kind of crazy mixed-up world is this?! Let
me tell you all the full story so you can realize just
how wrong you actually are. Several
months ago, I got taken out by Justin Schenck and his parade of walking jokes
and left on the shelf. Do you want to
guess how many times Steve Beovich visited me in the hospital? Once. What the hell is that all about?! Your good friend goes into the hospital -- on
your own watch, mind you -- for serious surgery, and you only visit him
once?! Now, if that wasn’t bad enough, I
try valiantly to make a comeback for the Golden Ring tournament two months ago,
even though my doctors advised against it.
So what does Beovich do? He tells
me that competing isn’t a good idea. I didn’t
need negativity running through my head at that moment. What I needed was to be reassured I was doing
the right thing. Well, he screwed up,
and I ended up missing another two months. So, this all leads to Everlasting Epic, and
our big tag team match against Scott Hosemann and Briggs. First off, Beovich hogs all the time in the
match, denying me my revenge, and then knocks me off the ring apron! After months and months of taking this crap,
I have had enough. People, I did the
only thing I could do, and that was walk away from the situation. (fans still booing)
Shut up! You know you’d all do the same
thing!
As the boos continue, moments later, “More Human Than Human” blasts onto
the speakers and the fans erupt in cheers as The Omega Steve Beovich makes his
way to the ring. Beovich grabs another
microphone before stepping into the ring.
Beovich:
Jon, why are you doing this? You know
that what happened on Saturday was an accident.
And I know you’re looking to blame someone for everything that’s
happened to you over the past few months.
But I’m not the guy. Focus your
attention on Justin Schenck, Scott Hosemann, those guys. But not me. I’ve been by your side the whole time.
Beovich then extends his hand.
Beovich:
Shake my hand. Let’s put
Everlasting Epic in the past.
Dulberg looks around momentarily, and then looks Beovich in the eye, before
finally shaking his hand to the approval of the crowd. However, just moments later, Dulberg pulls
Beovich in and blasts him with the Play of the Day! The fans boo loudly as “Come With Me” hits the speakers again and Dulberg exits, a scowl
on his face, as we cut to commercial.
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SEGMENT 6: BACKSTAGE:
Dynamite Dean Nash, the new Progressive Champion is seen
backing out the door of Bryan Conroy’s office. The crowd cheers at just the
sight of him.
Nash: Alright, I’ll talk to you later then. (Nash closes the door and tries to
start down the hall, but he accidentally bumps into Scott Hosemann, heading
down the opposite way with Briggs and Justin Schenck)
Hosemann: Well, well... If it isn’t the new Progressive
Champ, trying to push people around already.
Nash: Uh... No. I just didn’t see you.
Hosemann: What, no apology?
Nash: For bumping into you? Fine, sorry about that.
Hosemann: I don’t think you meant that.
Nash: What is this? Are you just trying to start something?
Hosemann: And what if I was?
Nash: Then start it with someone else. I don’t have time for you.
The Progressive Champion sidesteps Hosemann and starts back down the hall, but
the Superstar spins around and clubs Nash in the back of the head with a hard
forearm. Nash hits the ground hard and
grasps onto the back of his head, while Hosemann, Briggs, and Schenck leave the
scene, laughing heartily. As the camera follows them out, it catches a livid
Solomon and Walter Gindin stampeding down the hall. They reach Conroy's office, burst the door
open, and barge into the room.
Gindin: What the
hell is going on Conroy?!
Conroy: What is it
now Walter?
Gindin: How can you
sit there and name five contenders for the World Heavyweight Championship and
leave Solomon out of the running?!
Conroy: It's very
simple. He had two shots at the title on Saturday and Sunday and he didn't win.
Gindin: GI Jew got
pinned on Saturday and he also cost Solomon the title on Sunday!
Conroy: Solomon had
two chances and didn't get it done, so now we need to move on to other
contenders. You two weaseled into a title match at Everlasting Epic, but it
won't happen at Walking Wounded.
Solomon reaches over and grabs Conroy by the shirt, just
as Kerry Cox enters, followed by GI Jew.
Cox: What do we have
here?
Jew: I'll tell you,
we have a big, bad Alaskan whale stuffer trying to take his frustration out on
the guy who signs his checks. But let me tell you this, Kerry and I just had a
little talk and he granted me the match I wanted at Walking Wounded. I'll see
you there Solomon, in a Hell in a Cell match!
Gindin: What?!?!?!?!
Solomon: I'll kill
you, I swear! Dammit!
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SEGMENT 7: MATCH 2:
PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP:
SCYTHE © VS. INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION MIKE GRIECO:
Referee: Tom Stevens
"Da Repercussions" by 50 Cent hits and the crowd gets
ready for the unique match they are about to witness. Dee Licious leads Mike
Grieco down to the ring, holding the International Championship belt that he is
quite lucky to still have.
As Grieco prepares in
the ring,
The bell sounds and
both men circle the ring before licking up in the center. Grieco easily muscles
Scythe backwards, but the crafty modern-day samurai drops his body and snaps Grieco's head right on the top turnbuckle from the
momentum. Grieco reels backwards and right into the grip of Scythe as he blasts
him with a reverse DDT! Scythe makes a cover for 1,2, and Grieco quickly powers out.
Scythe remains on the
offensive by Irish whipping Grieco to the ropes and flooring him with a double
back hand chop. Scythe quickly lifts him up and tries it again, but Grieco
reverses the whip and levels him with a big belly-to-belly suplex!
Ferrara: With one move, Grieco is right back in this thing!
Grieco covers for a
long two count and kicks Scythe in the head to dizzy the World Champion. He
lifts Scythe up and holds him high, making the blood rush down to his head as he
delivers a long vertical suplex! Grieco covers again for one...two....and
another kickout by Scythe! Grieco gets to his feet
and picks his arms up and down twice, calling for his double powerbomb to end
the match.
Ferrara:
We could have a new champion, I feel it!
Grieco gets a wobbly
Scythe into position and hoists him up, but the agile Scythe floats right over
his back and lands on his feet! Grieco turns around and Scythe grabs him up to
connect with a big Flying Dragon!
Scythe decides to go
for the kill by dragging Grieco over to the corner and mounting the top
turnbuckle for The Flying Dragon, but Dee Licious reaches up to shake the ropes
and trip up Scythe, straddling him on the buckle!
Grieco brings Scythe's
legs back into the ring to hoist him on his shoulders and drill him with
one powerbomb, followed by a second! Grieco quickly covers Scythe,
but he's clubbed from behind by Anthony Failla! Before anyone can react, Failla
scoops him up and crunches him with The Almighty Sacrifice! Tom Stevens quickly
signals for the bell as Failla mounts Grieco and pounds his head into the
canvas!
Failla beats Grieco
mercilessly until scores of PWA officials run down to the ring, but even they
can't get Failla off of Grieco.
Failla continues his assault
until MCI Center Arena security gets involved and pries him off, dragging him
to the back as we take a commercial break.
WINNER
VIA DISQUALIFICATION AT
STILL PWA CHAMPION: SCYTHE
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