SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 2004

SULLIVAN ARENA

ANCHORAGE, ALASKA

SEGMENT 9: BACKSTAGE:

The camera shifts backstage, where Scott Cornelius is standing by with The Iceman Jason Calysto.

Cornelius: Jason Calysto, the time is drawing near. In just about an hour, you will step into the ring with Solomon to challenge for the PWA Championship. What is running through your mind right now?

Calysto: What’s running through my mind? Scott, have you ever been in a championship match? Of course not. Then there’s no way I could possibly describe it to you. But one thing that is running through my mind is wondering who these people are gonna be cheering tonight. Solomon is their hometown boy. So, for that reason, I’m not relying on anything tonight, not the fan reaction, nothing. I’m just relying on what has brought me here all these years: my competitive drive. I’m gonna do what I do best, and that’s shut up and wrestle. Cuz Scott, the bottom line is when it’s time to shut up and wrestle, there’s nobody better than the Iceman. And tonight, in Solomon’s hometown, I’m gonna make history. I’m gonna end his streak and go back home to Brooklyn the NEW PWA Champion.

Calysto then confidently exits as we return ringside.

SEGMENT 10: MATCH 6: PWA INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP:
THE OMEGA STEVE BEOVICH © VS. JUSTICE:
Referee: Dan Martin

"Where Da Hood At" by DMX hits and the crowd cheers instinctively as Justice steps through the curtain towards the ring.

Troy: This is a huge match for Justice. He has been a successful Tag Team Champion and Progressive Champion before, but an International Title reign will do wonders for this big man if he can beat Steve Beovich tonight.

Ferrara: That's true, but you know what would help that along? If he has Dee Licious in his corner tonight. The woman breeds International Champs, it's proven.

Troy: Good point, but as of this time, neither Beovich nor Justice has come forward to say they have acquired her services.  

Justice climbs into the ring and the focus shifts back to the entrance as "More Human Than Human" by White Zombie plays The Omega Steve Beovich to the ring. The International Champion enters alone, leaving many wondering where Dee Licious is if she is with either man.

Beovich rolls into the ring and forks over his belt to Dan Martin before locking up with Justice. Justice easily muscles Beovich back into a corner and he uses his 75-pound weight advantage to keep him there before delivering a back elbow hard into his face. Justice then issues a violent Irish whip that sends him crashing into the turnbuckles and down on the mat.

The crowd gives a mixed reaction to Justice as he slowly and almost cockily heads back over to further his advantage, but Beovich stuns him with a hard shot to the midsection and a swinging neckbreaker. Beovich covers, but barely gets a two count as Justice's arm shoots off the mat. Both men take awhile in reaching their feet, but the focus shifts once again as Dee Licious begins to quietly make her way to ringside.

Ferrara: There she is!

Troy: But which corner is she in?!

Ferrara: We're about to find out!

Beovich gets up first and cannot take his eyes off the former Women's Champion as she switches her way to the ring, but he turns around to only get leveled by a huge boot to the face from Justice! Dee cheers as Justice gets down and makes a cover for one.....two......thre- but Beovich gets an arm up!

Ferrara: Beovich just got out, but did you see that?! Dee just cheered for Justice! He's got to be the one!

Troy: Oh no, that can't be true!

Ferrara: You saw it with your own eyes Troy!

Justice looks perplexed as Dee cheers him on, but all the New Yorker can think of is the International Championship, which is sure to come his way as he sets the champion up for the Blind Justice Powerbomb. Justice gets him into position and drills Beovich with the move to a tremendous thud! He makes a cover for one......two....but Dee puts Beovich's boot on the bottom rope!

Troy: Wait a minute now, she just helped Beovich!

Ferrara; Then he's the one!

Troy: Something is up here!

Justice yells at Dee from the ring, but she simply backs away and remains quiet. Martin heads over to get Justice's attention, but the challenger thinks its Beovich and clocks him! The referee hits the canvas and Dee jumps up onto the ring apron. Justice heads over to her demanding answers and she trades shouts with him until someone marches through the crowd and slides into the ring.

Troy: The referee is down and now who is this?!

Ferrara: It's Mike Grieco!

Troy: What?!?!

Justice turns around to be blasted right in between the eyes by an iron crowbar, courtesy of Mike Grieco! Justice hits the deck and begins to bleed profusely as Grieco turns his attention to Beovich. The former International Champion takes the crowbar to the leg of the man he lost his title to, repeatedly bashing Beovich's right knee with reckless abandon.

Troy: Somebody get in there to stop this!

Grieco continues his attack until Martin recovers to call for the bell. He throws the match out as a dozen officials rush out to help an unconscious and bloodied Justice, along with an International Champion who is writhing in pain. Dee climbs into the ring and Grieco drops his weapon before kissing her to a huge shower of boos from the jam-packed crowd.

Troy: That low down Dee Licious set us all up! The whole time she was in the corner she has always been in, Mike Grieco's.

Ferrara: It's unbelievable Troy. They've done it again.

WINNER AT 17:11: NO CONTEST
STILL INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION: THE OMEGA STEVE BEOVICH

SEGMENT 11: BACKSTAGE:

The camera is brought backstage to where Traci Reed is standing by with Anthony Failla. The crowd immediately begins to boo; they are obviously not happy to see him.

Reed: Anthony, you have a match coming up with GI Jew in just a few short moments and--

Failla: And you want to know what I’m thinking, right? Well, I’m thinking that GI Jew is about to get an ass kicking that’ll make him consider going into early retirement. Let me tell you something. Last month, I went into the very depths of Hell, known as the House of Horrors match, and I came back better than ever, while we hadn’t seen GI Jew around for a month. What I did to GI Jew this past Frequency was nothing compared to what I went through. If anything, it was a taste of things to come, because tonight, I’m going to let GI Jew experience what it’s like to walk barefoot through Hell.

Failla marches off and proceeds to the ring, leaving Traci Reed behind.

SEGMENT 12: MATCH 7: GI JEW VS. ANTHONY FAILLA:
Referee: Jose Soares

The camera returns to the ring, and Snoop Dogg’s “Murder was the Case” hits the speakers and the fans are momentarily confused, before breaking into boos for the dangerous Anthony Failla. Failla stalks his way down to the ring before stepping inside it, intimidating referee Jose Soares, and waiting for his opponent. As Failla stands there, beckoning his opponent to emerge, Slipknot’s “Opium of the People” hits and GI Jew comes storming from behind the curtain on his Chopper, zooming down to the ring while the fans cheer rabidly. Jew quickly parks the bike and dismounts, sliding into the ring and immediately slugging it out with Failla as the bell sounds.

Troy: Here they go!

Ferrara: These two want to tear each other’s heads off!

As soon as they get in there, Failla and Jew begin repeatedly bashing one another with furious left and rights, at blazing speed, prompting continuous cheers from the capacity crowd. Jew takes the initial lead in the brawl, pounding Failla back into the ropes and continuing the pounding, sending the two of them tumbling to the outside of the ring. While outside, Failla gains the advantage and makes Jew vulnerable. He then grabs the grand-slam winner and whips him hard into the steel steps. As Jew winces in pain, Failla stalks in on him, lifting him up and dropping him throat-first across the steel barricade.

At this, referee Soares leaves the ring to appeal to Failla to get back into the ring, but Failla feigns a right hand at Soares, who throws himself to the ground in fear. Failla then turns his attention back to Jew, but Jew is waiting for him, and responds with a sharp elbow to the gut. GI Jew now battles back to his feet and continues pounding Failla on the outside. Soares is now back in the ring and counting, since both men blatantly refuse to return to the ring. Jew grabs Failla and tackles him into the barricade, prompting the crowd to cheer. With Failla at bay, Jew climbs back onto the apron and steps back into the ring, breaking the count. He then climbs up to the top rope and flies off with an attempted axe-handle, but Failla moves out of the way, and Jew crashes throat-first onto the barricade!

Troy: That is not good news for GI Jew!

Ferrara: Well that was a risk he should not have taken!

Blood begins oozing from the mouth of GI Jew, and Failla senses it like a shark. Failla mounts Jew and begins pounding him into oblivion, blood continuing to pour. As the referee counts “eight,” Failla rolls into the ring and then rolls back out, continuing the furious beating on Jew. As Jew stumbles back to a vertical base, Failla lifts him in gorilla slam position, carries him over to the announce table, tosses him up, and catches him with a furious spinebuster, blasting him with the Almighty Sacrifice right through the table!

Troy: Oh my God! This is insanity! Anthony Failla has just ruined our table!

Ferrara: No Troy, GI Jew has! Send him a bill!

As Troy and Ferrara stand out of the way, Failla continues to pound on Jew’s lifeless body. As Soares’ count reaches “nine,” Failla rolls into the ring, yelling at Soares not to count “ten.” When Soares motions to do just that, Failla nearly takes Soares’ head off with a vicious clothesline! With that, Failla exits the ring and grabs a steel chair. He props Jew up by the barricade, and cracks him in the skull violently with the chair!

Troy: What a heinous chair shot! What a despicable man this Failla is!

Ferrara: Quiet Troy, I think he heard you!

Indeed Failla did hear him, and turns his attention to Troy. Failla grabs Troy by the shirt and begins shaking him furiously. As he does this, Paul Ferrara spins Failla around and cracks him in the jaw with a big right hand! The fans cheer, but Failla boots Ferrara in the face, knocking him down hard! Failla then grabs the chair, whips around, and cracks Victor Troy in the skull, splitting him wide open! Troy is unconscious on the ground as Failla continues his crazed assault.

Failla now returns to the ring, chair in hand, as Soares begins to rise. When he does, Failla smashes him in the face with a chair, knocking him out as well! Officials now pour out from the back to check on all the fallen souls (pun not-so-cleverly intended) lying ringside. As trainers and other referees hit the ring, Failla begins taking them out left and right. All attempts to restrain this madman prove futile, as he wields the chair like a maniac in the center of the ring. Finally, on the outside, GI Jew, losing massively amounts of blood, rises to his feet, unbeknownst to Failla, swinging a chair at officials in the ring. Kerry Cox is amongst the officials that hit the ring, and he is screaming as Failla to put down the weapon. As this happens, GI Jew positions himself in the ring, setting up for the Gore. Finally, at length, Failla is prompted to turn around, and as he does, GI Jew Gores him straight to hell, nearly knocking him out of his boots!

The fans cheer wildly as Failla goes down, and Jew goes strictly on adrenaline, pounding away on Failla, not allowing him to get a breath. The officials now try to stop Jew, but he shoves them down to the mat one by one as well. Finally, a weakened Jew is restrained, a process which takes a good minute or two, and by then, Failla has returned to his feet. With Jew held back by officials, Failla picks up his chair, shoves the officials out of the way, and clobbers Jew in the skull with the chair! More blood now flows from Jew as he hits the ground with a thud, unconscious. Several more officials also take chair shots here. Cox now hits the ring and goes to grab the chair from Failla, but Failla boots the Commissioner in the stomach and DDT’s him on the chair!

As the crowd boos furiously, Failla smiles smugly, raising his chair high, as “Murder was the Case” hits. Failla then reaches down, smearing his hand with GI Jew’s blood, before rubbing it on his chest, turning his smile into an evil, sadistic grin.
WINNER AT 18:04: NO CONTEST

SEGMENT 13: BACKSTAGE:

We head back to the interview area, where Rick Madsen is alongside the PWA World Heavyweight Champion and Walter Gindin.

Madsen: I'm standing by with the PWA World Heavyweight Champion Solomon and Walter Gindin, but before I start this guys, the last time I was around you two, you Deep Freezed me through a table and took me out of the PWA for months. So don't be offended if I'm a little uncomfortable here.

Solomon: Rick, that's perfectly understandable and I am going to do something that I don't think I have ever done before. I am going to say....I'm sorry.

Madsen: Huh?

Solomon: That's right. I apologize for taking you clean out over a year ago and basically taking food off your table for so many months. I mean, I could have done you in for good, but you brought up a good point tonight. My differences tonight shouldn't be with a petty announcer like yourself. You know why? Because I'm home tonight Rick. That's right. I'm back home in Alaska. I'm back home, where you have to destroy whales the size of New York City homes in order to eat every night. I'm back home, where just to step outside, you have to endure temperatures more than three times below the depths of which they reach in New York City just to survive! And now, Jason Calysto comes in my backyard to take my title?! I think not Rick. You see, you and Calysto are both New York City boys. You guys live that fast-paced life where the city never sleeps. Well around here, we have to wait just to see the light of day. Around here, we fight for survival. And around here, we destroy so-called legends that think they can hack it. After all, didn't a fellow Alaskan named Curt Schilling destroy your so-called legendary Yankees?

Madsen: Well not--

Solomon: Shut up Rick! Calysto, I can't tell you how long I've waited for this. The time has come to put your career on ice where it belongs, meaning when I'm done with you, I'll simply toss you right out of the arena. But now you see Rick, my problems are no longer with you. I have another New York City boy to destroy tonight. Let's go Walter.

Madsen looks on as Solomon and Gindin turn to exit, with a rabid crowd awaiting their arrival.

SEGMENT 14: JUMBOTRON:

A video package airs, hyping the championship match between the heavyweight champion of the world, undefeated hometown Alaskan monster Solomon, and the Iceman Jason Calysto, the storied two-time former PWA Champion. The match, Calysto’s first televised opportunity to regain the title since coming out of retirement, is up next.

SEGMENT 15: MATCH 8: PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP:
SOLOMON © VS. THE ICEMAN JASON CALYSTO:
Referee: Tom Stevens

The camera returns ringside, where Paul Ferrara is sitting with Nick Cade.

Ferrara: Folks, I’m sitting here with Nick Cade now, who will be filling in for Victor Troy for the rest of the night, thanks to a ridiculous assault by a crazed man. And I just want to say this, before this goes any further. Anthony Failla, you want to go on a rampage during a match, whatever. But when you start taking your aggression out on helpless commentators, you’ve gone too far. You may have taken out Victor Troy, but I am no helpless commentator. I’m a former CAW Intercontinental Champion, if you don’t remember. And you’re gonna pay for what you did. So consider this a challenge, Failla. Me and you, one-on-one, any place, any time. I’m dead serious. I won’t be hard to find. Anyway, we have a main event to get to, so let me introduce your play-by-play man, the former host of Overdrive, Nick Cade.

Cade: Thanks Paul. This certainly isn’t the way I wanted to get myself a gig calling a pay-per-view main event, but duty calls, and I have answered. Anyway folks, let’s get down to Lee Palmer, who is ready to go with our main event!

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

As the fans cheer, “F*ckin in the Bushes” by Oasis explodes onto the speakers, sending the crowd into even more of a frenzy.

Palmer: Introducing first, the challenger, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 221 pounds, he is the Iceman, Jason Caaaaaaaa-lystoooooo!

Calysto emerges from behind the curtain, a look of complete passion and determination on his face. The Iceman does not appear to be in his normal, jovial mood tonight, realizing that the fans are cheering him now, but the possibility of them switching sides to their hometown hero tonight are ever-present. As Calysto steps into the ring and the cheers die down, Darkseed’s “Hear Me” hits, and the roof of the Sullivan Arena absolutely blasts off.

Palmer: And his opponent, from Barrow, Alaska (HUGE cheers now erupt), being accompanied to the ring by his agent Walter Gindin and weighing in at 300 pounds… the undefeated, undisputed PWA Heavyweight Champion of the Worrrrrrrrld… Sollllllll-omonnnnn!

Massive “Sol-o-mon” chants now break out from the Anchorage faithful as Alaska’s favorite son emerges, the PWA Championship belt secured around his waist, with a big grin on his face. His thick blonde beard has been shaved off, leaving the champion with his short blonde hair and fairly lengthy bright blonde sideburns. He also debuts new ring attire, abandoning his ice blue pants for slick black ones, with deep blue trimmings. At length, Solomon steps into the ring, hands the championship belt to the referee Tom Stevens, and stares right into Jason Calysto’s eyes as the bell sounds.

Cade: Alright, here we go! This will be Solomon’s biggest challenge to date!

Ferrara: I agree, Cade. If there were ever a guy that could take Solomon out, it’s the Iceman.

Cade: Yes, and that’s despite an 80-pound weight disadvantage.

The “Sol-o-mon” chants are still ever-present as the two continue staring each other down, neither man wanting to make the first move. However, after several moments, Solomon rears back and shoves Calysto, knocking him down and sending him halfway across the ring! The fans cheer wildly at this, but Calysto springs right back up. The Iceman gets in Solomon’s face and begins chopping the hell out of his chest, actions that prompt the Anchorage crowd to begin booing!

Cade: Listen to them! They’re booing Jason Calysto!

Ferrara: What did you expect, Cade? These people love their hometown hero!

Calysto chops relentlessly, but Solomon quickly tightens up and becomes impervious to the sting. After a few, Solomon continues walking towards Calysto, daring him to continue chopping. He does, but they have no effect. With that, Solomon grabs Calysto by the throat and launches him across the ring, sending him so far that he slides underneath the bottom rope and falls to the outside! The fans cheer this, and cheer even louder as Solomon distracts referee Tom Stevens, allowing Walter Gindin to stomp away on the prone challenger!

Ferrara: This is my kind of crowd!

Finally, Calysto is rolled back into the ring and Solomon begins working him over with stomps, trying to stop Calysto before he ever gets started in this match. Solomon lifts up Calysto and whips him viciously into the turnbuckle, the impact of which sends the Iceman crashing down to the mat. Calysto grabs the ropes and tries to lift himself back to a vertical base, but the champion won’t allow it, bringing the Iceman back down with a running kneelift. Solomon appears to get cocky at this point, playing to the capacity crowd at the Sullivan Arena. However, this momentary distraction is enough to allow the Iceman to return to his feet, shove Solomon into the ropes, and roll him up! One, two, and Solomon kicks out!

Cade: That was close!

Solomon, feeling the same thing, gets up and viciously clotheslines Calysto to the ground, realizing how painfully close he just came to losing the world championship to a simple rollup. As Calysto tries to get back to his feet, Solomon blasts him with several repeated knees to the gut, each one monstrously lifting the Iceman off his feet. Finally, Solomon grabs him by the throat and tosses him halfway across the ring, prompting the fans to cheer.

Cade: He’s manhandling him!

Ferrara: Did you expect anything less?

Solomon continues stalking his prey, trying to maintain his advantage, but with everything he throws at the Iceman, Calysto remains able to take it. Finally, Solomon tires of the games, and looks to finish off his pesky opposition. Solomon lifts Calysto up and nails a huge super back suplex, sending Calysto’s head crashing hard into the mat! Solomon covers… one, two, and Calysto just gets a shoulder up! The champion and Gindin are furious, believing they had three. Solomon responds by lifting Calysto up and whipping him hard into the corner, so hard that he crashes back down to the mat on his face. As Solomon stalks him, Calysto slowly pulls himself up. Once the Iceman is at a vertical base, Solomon heaves him into the corner, and then perches him onto the top rope. With Calysto prone, Solomon climbs up to the top rope, and leaps off with a monstrous superplex! The fans at the Sullivan Arena cheer wildly as Calysto hits the mat hard! Solomon covers… one, two, thr-and Calysto kicks out again!

Cade: I don’t believe it!

Solomon is now furious, arguing with the official that he in fact had three there. He unleashes his aggression on Calysto, however, making him pay for the official’s decision to not count him out. Solomon unloads on him with flying fists, pummeling the two-time former PWA Champion into oblivion. The champ lifts Calysto up and tosses him shoulder-first into the steel ringpost, sending Calysto through immense pain as he falls back. With Calysto writhing on the mat, Solomon signals for the Deep Freeze, and the crowd bursts into cheers.

Solomon stalks Calysto as he slowly makes it to his feet, waiting for the Iceman to turn around. When he finally does, the champ heaves him onto his shoulders, and the fans burst with anticipation for what is about to happen. Solomon spins Calysto, but the Iceman hangs on, and turns the Deep Freeze into a huge DDT that takes Solomon down hard! Solomon and Calysto both lie on the mat, neither man moving, until the Iceman kips up and beckons Solomon to his feet!

Cade: Oh my God! Jason Calysto is still alive!

Ferrara: And not only that; he has a second wind!

Solomon gets to his feet, and Calysto goes wild, pounding away on him with big lefts and rights! Solomon can’t even get his bearings as Calysto continues beating the holy hell out of him, falling down to the mat, and rolling to the outside! However, Calysto doesn’t let him recover at all, seamlessly leaping over the top rope and taking him down with a huge flying bodypress! Finally, after an entire match of booing him, the Alaskan crowd begins cheering for the Iceman! Calysto gets up and rolls Solomon back into the ring, looking to continue the assault. However, as he goes to lift him, Solomon grabs him by the throat! The Iceman looks to fight out of it, but Solomon shoves him off the ropes. The champ waits for him to return, but when he does, Calysto blasts him with the spinning heel kick!

Cade: The spinning heel kick! He hit it! This match is almost over!

Ferrara: We’ll see about that, Cade! We’ll see!

Calysto is revved up and ready to go as he stands by the corner, waiting for Solomon to rise to his feet. When he does, Calysto charges hard, blasting him in the jaw with a furious mafia kick, busting the champion open! The fans cheer wildly now as Calysto perches the top rope, looking for the Bottom Line. Walter Gindin hops onto the apron, trying to shove Calysto off, but the Iceman kicks him in the jaw, sending Gindin to the arena floor! Solomon then turns around, and Calysto dives off with the Bottom Line, connecting with full impact! Calysto covers… one, two, and Solomon launches him off! The Iceman is a bit shocked, but remains undaunted. Solomon charges a big clothesline at him, but the Iceman ducks out of the way, boots him in the stomach, and sets up for the Icebreaker! Solomon, however, slips out, and sets up Calysto for the Deep Freeze! Before he can do it, Calysto slips out, reaches behind, and nails the Alaskan Monster with a hard, swift Icebreaker! Everyone is on their feet as Calysto covers… one, two, th-and Solomon again launches Calysto off him!

Cade: The strength of Solomon is astounding!

Ferrara: This is unreal!

Solomon is a bit slow to his feet, but when he rises, Calysto is there waiting, nailing a second Icebreaker! He goes for the pin, but Walter Gindin jumps onto the apron, distracting the official! Calysto runs over and punches Gindin off the apron, prompting the fans to cheer hard! Solomon then rises to his feet and Calysto locks him down in the Crossface, right in the center of the ring!

Cade: He’s got him! He’s got him!

Ferrara: Cade, Solomon has nowhere to turn!

Calysto locks the hold on full-blast in the middle of the ring and all of Anchorage rises to its feet, wondering how their hometown hero will fight his way out of this predicament… and also wondering if they really want to see him do that after all. Calysto cinches in tightly, and with each passing second, Solomon’s title reign and undefeated streak begin to slip farther and farther away. The champion attempts, at length, to make his way to the ropes, but he simply cannot do it. As the Iceman reaches down even deeper, it seems almost inevitable that Solomon will simply have to tap out.

Cade: He just won’t tap! He’s been in the Crossface nearly a full minute now!

Ferrara: Cade, he’ll never tap! He’ll pass out before he gives it all up!

Suddenly, Walter Gindin is back on his feet, and back on the apron, trying to get into the ring. Referee Tom Stevens sees this and tries to stop him, turning his attention away from the match. Then, Infernus, who hasn’t been seen since Hellbent, storms down the aisle and into the ring, blasting Calysto in the spine, forcing him to break the hold! Furious, Calysto gets up, chasing Infernus. Infernus exits the ring and stays on the apron, daring Calysto to come after him. He does, grabbing hold of him, but Infernus grabs Calysto’s neck and snaps it down across the top rope! Meanwhile, Solomon rises to his feet, and Gindin jumps down from the apron, while Infernus flees through the crowd. Calysto stumbles backward into Solomon, who lifts him up and blasts him with a furious Deep Freeze, right in the center of the ring! With the crowd still cheering (though not as loudly as before), Solomon hooks the leg… one, two, three!

Cade: I don’t believe this! Jason Calysto had this match won! He had Solomon ready to tap and…

Ferrara: You don’t know that Nick. You really don’t. I still think Solomon would have fought his way out.

Cade: I guess we’ll never know. But the bottom line here is that Solomon is STILL the PWA Champion, and there isn’t a damn thing that anyone can do about it!

Ferrara: That’s absolutely right, Nick. That’s absolutely right.

Cade: Well, that’s it for us. We’ll see you Tuesday night for Frequency. Goodnight everybody!

Walter Gindin joins Solomon in the ring for a celebration as “Hear Me” hits the speakers and the fans cheer their favorite son. Gindin gives Solomon his championship belt back and the two speak not a word to each other in this reserved celebration, realizing exactly how fortunate they are to still hold the PWA Championship, as the broadcast fades to black.
WINNER VIA PINFALL AT 27:52 AND STILL PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION: SOLOMON

Back