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TUESDAY, OCTOBER 11, 2005 * AMERICAN AIRLINES CENTER * DALLAS, TEXAS

 

A video package airs, highlighting the conclusion of last week's broadcast, where Romeo attacked the PWA World Heavyweight Champion Greg Tantalus immediately after the two signed a contract to meet for the title October 22 at Hellbent.  From there, "By_Myslf" by Linkin Park hits and the opening credits roll.  As they conclude, we are taken inside the American Airlines Center in Dallas, Texas, where a dazzling pyrotechnics display ensues and we are taken to ringside and our commentators, Victor Troy and Paul Ferrara.

 

Troy:  Hello everyone, and welcome to PWA Frequency!  I'm Victor Troy, along here with Paul Ferrara, and we have a great night of PWA action here for you tonight in Dallas!

Ferrara:  That’s right,
Troy!  We’re going to see the PWA Champion Greg Tantalus, Jaguar and Scythe in six-man tag team action against Romeo, Jackie Baccaro and Solomon, plus much more!

Troy:  Much more indeed, but tonight, we’re gonna get right down to business and right down to ringside!

The fans immediately erupt with cheers as “Footprints” by G-Unit hits and Showtime Damon Savage makes his explosive ring entrance to kick us off!  The fans cheer loudly as Showtime heads down to the ring, taking his place inside.  Moments later, “Not Falling” by Mudvayne hits and Jon Dulberg makes his way down the aisle to a chorus of boos, accompanied by Rodney King.  Dulberg steps into the ring and the bell sounds, getting this one underway.

* SHOWTIME DAMON SAVAGE VS. JON DULBERG *
Referee: Jason Church

Showtime and Dulberg lock up in the center of the ring, with Showtime immediately taking him down to the joy of the crowd.  Dulberg gets up and charges at him, but Showtime trips him with a drop toehold, again prompting the fans to cheer.  Dulberg gets up and runs at him again, but this time, Showtime takes Dulberg down with a release belly-to-belly suplex!  Showtime then poses for the crowd, which cheers wildly!

Troy:  This Dallas crowd can’t get enough of Showtime tonight!

Ferrara:  I think Dulberg has had enough of him already.

Dulberg gets up and clubs Showtime in the face with a forearm, trying to use this to establish an advantage.  He then grabs Showtime and launches him shoulder-first into the cornerpost, nearly separating his shoulder.  Dulberg moves in, but Showtime blasts Dulberg with a left uppercut out of nowhere that spins Dulberg around!  Then, Showtime jumps up and nails Dulberg with It’s Showtime!  Showtime covers… one, two, three!

Troy:  He’s done it!  Showtime has won this match already!

Ferrara:  What a win!

Showtime celebrates the win for a mere moment before he is clubbed down from behind by a charging Vladimir Vydrina!  Vydrina downs Savage hard, and lifts him up, squeezing him hard in a bearhug!

Troy:  Bearhug!  Dammit, Vydrina has him in a bearhug!

Ferrara:  This is not good!

Vydrina crushes Showtime’s ribs with the bearhug, and refuses to let go for almost 20 seconds, when officials come down to stop him.  Vydrina, Dulberg and King then stand over Showtime as “Exorcism” hits and the fans boo while we head to commercial.
* WINNER VIA PINFALL: SHOWTIME DAMON SAVAGE *

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

Back from commercial, the camera takes us to PWA CEO Kerry Cox’s office, where he is conversing with Morgan Day and Vulture.

Morgan:  I don’t care what has to be done; I want a shot at Keiko Ishida and the title.

Cox:  It’s not that simple, Morgan.

Vulture:  Kerry, c’mon.  Do me this favor.  We go back a long way.  You know the history with Morgan and Keiko.  All we need is your approval to make the match happen.  Name Morgan the number one contender and she’ll take Keiko out after she brutalizes
Dee again at Hellbent.

Cox:  First of all, Vulture, you know I can’t be bought or influenced.  I come up with the rankings the best way I see fit.  I’m going to release new rankings in the women’s division on October 25.  It’ll be posted backstage at Frequency that night.  Now Morgan, I know you’re undefeated, but you’re still new.  Not only that, but you have girls like Liz Rush impressing the hell out of the folks in the back with her work ethic and commitment to improving.  Not to mention all the dues that Dee Licious has paid.  You only arrived here about two months ago.  You need to work your way up the ladder.

Morgan:  I don’t want to hear any crap about working up a ladder.  Like I said to Vulture last week, numerous girls have passed through the rankings system, getting immediate title shots with far less qualifications than I possess.

Cox:  Well none of them under my watch.  This is a new regime, Morgan.  Bryan Conroy isn’t in charge anymore, I am.  And as long as I’m in charge, things like that won’t be happening.  Right now, in my eyes, you’re a clear fourth on the women’s pecking order around here.

Morgan:  That is utterly ridiculous.  Especially with Liz Rush.  I could tear Liz Rush apart in less than five minutes.

Cox:  Oh you think so?  She really has some work ethic, that kid.

Morgan:  I don’t care what her work ethic is, she’s largely inferior to me.

Cox:  Well I’ll tell you what then, Morgan.  If she’s so inferior to you, then why don’t you beat her in a match, right here tonight?

Morgan:  I’d be glad to.

Cox:  Great.  So then it’s signed.  I’ll inform her and give you girls a little time to get ready.

Vulture:  Kerry, I have a question.

Cox:  Shoot.

Vulture:  If Morgan wins, can we consider her past Liz in the rankings?

Cox:  Not necessarily.  It depends on a number of factors.  Liz is very highly regarded right now.  But it would hold some weight.  Good luck, guys.

Vulture and Morgan then leave the room, Vulture looking somewhat satisfied, and Morgan looking irate.

Vulture:  Well, listen, you’ll just have to…

Morgan: (cutting him off) Liz Rush?!  What the hell has she ever done?!  She’s a loser, Vulture!  A terrible, slutty, tacky-dressing loser!

Vulture:  Whoa!  That’s some mighty poisonous venom you’re spewing there, Morgan!

Morgan:  I’m going to destroy that woman tonight, Vulture.  She will be the vehicle with which I let out my frustrations.

As she says this, Jackie Baccaro walks by.

Baccaro:  If you want to let out your frustrations…

Morgan: (furious) VULTURE!  Get him away!  Bring this child back to daycare!

Vulture nods and walks away with Baccaro as Morgan seethes in the hall.

Baccaro: (innocently) What’d I do?

Vulture:  Seriously, you need to stop with the innuendo.

Baccaro:  Why?  I think I’m starting to have a real effect on her.

Vulture:  Oh you are.  She’s one comment away from stabbing you repeatedly until you die.

Baccaro:  Please.  She wants me.  She just doesn’t know she wants me yet.

Vulture:  She doesn’t want you, Giacomo.

Baccaro:  What do YOU know about what she wants?

Vulture:  Because I… forget it.  It’s not important.  The bottom line here is that you have a big six-man tag tonight, and you’re not even dressed for it.  Go get ready, and I’ll be in to go over strategy in a bit.  I just have to take care of something out here.

Baccaro:  Suit yourself.  You know where to find me.

Baccaro exits and walks past Morgan, blowing her a kiss as he passes.  Morgan does everything in her power not to charge after him and bludgeon him to death as Vulture approaches her again.

Morgan:  Did he come with a muzzle?

Vulture:  I wish.  Listen, I’m coming to the ring with you tonight.  Now that Cox has hinted that this match may affect rankings, I’m afraid of Gindin or Ishida getting involved if you’re out there alone.  My presence should be enough to thwart that.

Morgan:  Yes.  They won’t come after me because the big scary man with the big scary broken neck is standing there.  What will they be afraid of, that you’ll talk them to death?

Vulture:  Funny.

Morgan:  Oh no, I know.  Keiko is a woman, and given your penchant for battering women…

Vulture: (pissed off) Fine.  Suit yourself.  Handle your own problems.

Vulture starts to walk away, but Morgan grabs his arm.

Morgan:  No.  You’re right.  I’m sorry.

Vulture does a double-take and pretends to clean out his ears.

Morgan:  Oh forget it, you jackass.

Vulture:  No no.  I heard it.  You actually were serious for a fleeting moment and said something that wasn’t dripping with sarcasm.  I’m impressed.

Morgan:  Well whatever.  Don’t harp on it.  Listen, you’re my manager, and we both need to do our part to get me a shot at Keiko, so if you want to come to ringside with me, be my guest.

Vulture:  Alright.  I’ll see you out there then.

Morgan:  Alright.

Vulture turns to leave again, but Morgan calls after him.

Morgan:  Oh Vulture?

Vulture:  Yeah?

Morgan:  Where exactly did you find that nimrod?  Gold’s Gym or a strip club?

Vulture: (chuckling) I’ll see you later, Morgan.


The shot cuts backstage to the locker room of The Legacy, where The Alpha Greg Price is seated in a chair as the rest of the group surrounds him. All are quiet except Justin Schenck, who speaks as he paces from side to side.

 

Schenck: Okay Greg, this is it. Your match with Mike Troha is next, and you know what needs to be done. This is no ho-hum episode of Frequency. Look at it for what it really is, a chance to dominate. An opportunity to begin the process of putting this guy on the shelf. That's not any cliché Greg. We will put Mike Troha out, and we will do it for a reason. Now you guys, listen up, because this concerns you as well. Earlier today, I got a call from Hollywood, and Mike wants Troha eliminated before he comes back to action. Knowing the talent we have in this room I told him to consider it done. Now of course we have The Omega, Darrin and Brett, but it begins with you tonight Greg. Let’s go on out there and get this thing started.

 

Price rises from his seat, dripping with intensity as the rest of The Legacy cheers him on. Schenck and Price make their exit as we head out to a break.


-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

Back from break “More Human Than Human” by White Zombie hits and the fans begin booing as The Alpha Greg Price begins making his way out to the ring, alongside manager Justin Schenck.  Price settles himself in the ring, stretching out as “Arcarsenal” by At The Drive-In hits and the fans begin cheering The Miracle Mike Troha as he makes his way to the ring.  Troha quickly slides into the ring and spears Price to the mat, getting this one started in a hurry!

Troy:  There we go!  Troha knows what The Legacy wants to do to him, and he’s not gonna wait around!

Ferrara:  And why should he, Troy?  He has a job to do out there, and he’s about to do it!

* THE MIRACLE MIKE TROHA VS. THE ALPHA GREG PRICE *
Referee: Jose Soares
The bell sounds and Troha pounds on Price, before letting him up only to spear him back down again!  The fans cheer this, and cheer louder when Troha gets off him and grabs his leg, immediately looking for his Blind Faith submission hold!  Price continuously blocks it, and Schenck jumps onto the apron, trying to cause a distraction, and when he does so, Price nails Troha with a low blow!

Troy:  C’mon ref!

Ferrara:  You can’t call what…

Troy:  you can’t see.  I know Paul.  But that was ridiculous!

Troha is slow to get up, and Price takes advantage of this, quickly getting to his feet and stomping away on Troha.  Price lifts him up and tosses him into the corner, ready to do some damage, but Troha rebounds, booting him in the stomach and nailing Divine Intervention out of nowhere!  Troha hooks the leg… one, two, three!

Troy:  That’s it!  Troha has won it!

Ferrara:  But wait!
* WINNER VIA PINFALL: THE MIRACLE MIKE TROHA *

Before Troha can even celebrate his victory or his music can even hit, Schenck enters the ring and begins stomping on him, followed quickly by The Omega Steve Beovich, Darrin Giles and Jonathan Brett all pouring out from the back to join in on the assault.  The Legacy beats on Troha viciously until The Miracle is left battered and bloodied, unable to get to his feet as we take a commercial break.
 
-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

Back from break, “We Who Are Not as Others” by Sepultura lurks onto the speakers and Bishop Cross, Reaper and Loki -- collectively known as Army of the Damned -- make their way to the ring to a deafening chorus of boos.  The three enter the ring and Cross does so with a microphone.

Cross:  On October 22, the Army of the Damned moves a step further to the total domination of the PWA.  Not only will Reaper and Loki defeat Paul Epton and John Wolfe to capture the Tag Team Championship, but I will rid the PWA of the disease known as GI Jew.  GI Jew is a…

Suddenly, “Opium of the People” by Slipknot blasts onto the speakers, and GI Jew appears at the top of the ramp, with a mic in his hand.

Jew:  You know Cross, I don’t feel like listening to you talk tonight.  I’d much rather fight.

With that, Jew tosses the mic down and darts down to the ring, immediately going to war with three men!

Ferrara:  He’s out of his mind, Troy!

Troy:  He must be!  He’s one man willingly taking on three!

Jew holds his own initially, but eventually the numbers game catches up to him.  As the Army begins to take the advantage, the Tag Team Champions Paul Epton and John Wolfe dart to the ring and even up the odds!  The three battle the Army to a stalemate when the lights go out and Speed Demon’s logo appears on the Jumbotron, flashing repeatedly amidst the crack of thunder!  The fans cheer wildly, and when the lights go back on, the Army flees to the back, in search of Speed Demon, who has not appeared in the ring.  As the Army leaves to find their nemesis, we take a commercial break.

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

The action turns back to ringside, where boos come from the crowd as "Still Ballin" by the legendary 2Pac and Trick Daddy booms through the speakers for James Biamonte, Darrin Giles, and Dexter P. Wellington to arrive in tandem. Justin Schenck and Winston accompany their charges to the ring, but the camera makes sure to catch a disgusted look on Wellington's face as he covers his ears for both the boos of the crowd and the music that is playing.

 

Troy: This is an interesting trio.

 

Ferrara: Well you've got the number one contender to the International Title in Biamonte, the number one contender to the Progressive Title in Giles and the man who should be the Progressive Champion in Wellington.

 

Troy: Last time I checked, Victor Simon beat Dexter in their last title match.

 

Ferrara: Yeah, after Dex pinned the guy. It’s ridiculous. And now he can't recieve a title shot as long as Simon is the champion? I feel bad for good ol' Dexter.

 

They climb into the ring and wait as "Piggy Bank" by 50 Cent takes over and a strong ovation ensues as the team of Paul Dawkins, Victor Simon and Renegade appear at the top of the stage. Simon and Renegade both look eager for action and drop their title belts on the ramp before they all stampede into the ring to get it on!

 

Troy: Here we go!


* SIX-MAN TAG TEAM MATCH:  PWA INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION RENEGADE, PWA PROGRESSIVE CHAMPION VICTOR SIMON & PAUL DAWKINS VS. JAMES BIAMONTE, DARRIN GILES & DEXTER P. WELLINGTON *
Referee: Matt Hansen
From the outset, Dawkins goes after Biamonte, Giles trades fists with Renegade and Wellington takes no time in picking up his battle against Simon. Dawkins delivers a dropkick that sends Biamonte reeling through the ropes and to the floor. At the same time, Wellington backs up and charges at Simon, who ducks down and sends him hurling over the top rope with a back body drop! Giles is left inside the ring and Simon and Dawkins team up to drop him with a double clothesline!

 

Dawkins and Renegade leave the ring, allowing Simon to further the advantage against the man he defend his title against next week. Simon peppers Giles with three fists to the face before shooting him to the ropes and sending him up and down with the same back body drop that felled Wellington. A cover for a two count is next and Simon tags out to Dawkins.

 

The two-time International Champion gets into the ring and tries to lift Giles up, but he gets raked across the eyes! Giles kicks Dawkins in the gut and quickly tags out to Biamonte. Biamonte runs into the ring and bounces off the ropes to drop down low and cut Dawkins' legs out from under him with a ferocious chop block!

 

Troy: What a cheap shot!

 

Ferrara: That will get you 15 yards on Sundays, but this is Tuesday night Troy! It’s all legal in the PWA!

 

Biamonte goes to work on Dawkins' leg with several kicks and stomps, but a jump from the middle rope backfires when Dawkins uses his other long leg to nail Biamonte in the chin. Dawkins rolls to his corner and tags in Renegade, who enters and spears Biamonte to the canvas to a big pop!

 

Troy: Get him Renegade!

 

Renegade wails away on Biamonte's cranium with an unleashed fury of fists. Biamonte finds refuge by pulling himself under the bottom rope and walking away. Renegade gives chase, but runs right into a trip up from Winston that drops him flat on his face! Biamonte rolls back into the ring to tag Wellington, who quickly gets Renegade back inside.

 

Wellington suplexes Renagde to the mat before dropping a Million Dollar fist to his forehead. Wellington covers for a two count and tries a rear chinlock once that fails. Renegade manages to get to his feet and spins around to get Wellington on the mat via a Greco-Roman throw. Renegade gets back to his corner, where Simon tags himself back in.

 

The Progressive Champion mounts the top rope and waits for Wellington to turn around before crashing him down with a cross body block, but Wellington reverses the momentum for one...two...and Simon kicks out!

 

Both men reach their feet quickly and begin to trade blows in the middle of the ring. Wellington cannot match the fists of the Delaware roughneck, and Simon has him reeling backwards from the effects of the fists. Wellington is on spaghetti legs and Simon dizzies him with two left-handed jabs before swining a big right hand, but Wellington sidesteps it and grabs him by the arm to lock him in a full nelson and take him backwards in an abrupt Dragon Suplex! Wellington holds the move into a pin and Matt Hansen counts one...two...three!

 

Troy: What?!

 

Ferrara: Don't act surprised! You saw it with your own four eyes Troy! Dexter P. Wellington has just pinned Victor Simon, the Progressive Champion, in the middle of the ring AGAIN!

* WINNERS VIA PINFALL: JAMES BIAMONTE, DARRIN GILES & DEXTER P. WELLINGTON *

Dawkins and Renegade help Simon out of the ring as an overjoyed Wellington demands a microphone. His music stops as Winston gets him the mic.

 

Wellington: Alright! You people here in Texas just saw it with your own eyes! I just beat Victor Simon in the middle of this ring once again! Kerry Cox, you now have no choice! You saw what I did, now come on out here and give me what's mine! Give me my title shot!

 

Cox does not appear in front of the crowd, but his image does pop up on the Jumbotron.

 

Cox: Let me be the first to say great job Dexter. That was impressive. But what isn't impressive is your listening skills. Maybe you didn't hear me when I said as long as Simon holds that title, you won't get another crack at it. Maybe your ears are clogged, try a Q-tip.

 

Wellington: A Q-tip?! I beat him in the middle of the ring and you're talking about Q-tips?! This isn't fair Cox!

 

Cox: Pay attention Dex, because neither is what's about to happen to you.

 

Cox's image fades out of the screen and Wellington looks perplexed until he turns around and finds himself lifted up by Renegade, who blasts him with a big F-U Slam! The crowd roars in celebration as Renegade, Dawkins and Simon make their exit before the next break.


-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

 

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