SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA
SEGMENT 1: INTRODUCTION:
A video package airs, highlighting events that occurred three
nights ago at Fallen Souls, with Solomon defeating Jason Calysto to retain the
PWA Championship, thanks to some well-placed interference from a returning
Infernus. From there,
Cade: Welcome to PWA Frequency! I know most of you are confused right now,
but I’m Nick Cade, and this is Rick Madsen.
You might remember us as the hosts of Overdrive. Well, tonight, we will be your hosts for
Frequency. And it hasn’t happened under
the best of circumstances.
Madsen: It sure hasn’t, Nick. As most of you saw at Fallen Souls three
nights ago, Anthony Failla went berserk, and smashed Victor Troy in the skull
with a steel chair, splitting him wide open.
Cade: It was a scary sight, and a scary
time for all of us. Victor Troy will be
out indefinitely and we wish him a speedy recovery. As of this morning, it was supposed to be
myself and Paul Ferrara handling the commentary tonight, until Anthony Failla
went berserk again.
Madsen: Yeah, Nick. Earlier tonight, as Paul Ferrara was going
out to his car, Anthony Failla viciously attacked him, busting him open and
pummeling him until scores of officials rushed the scene to break it up. Too bad GI Jew wasn’t in the building yet,
because there would have been a war.
Cade: Absolutely. Now, Paul is a former wrestler, so he’ll be
good to go in no time. But he had to be
taken to the hospital to get his head stitched up, so Rick here is filling in
for him tonight.
Madsen: And probably next week too. The latest I heard is that Paul suffered a
minor concussion and needs bed rest.
Cade: Well regardless, we have a great
show for you tonight, and we are psyched about it, especially about our huge
main event.
Madsen: That’s right, Nick, we’re gonna
see an eight-man elimination tag team match tonight, pitting PWA Champion
Solomon, Anthony Failla, Infernus, and Jonathan Brett against Jason Calysto, GI
Jew, and the Hot Boy$!
Cade: That should be a HUGE match Rick,
but we also have some huge news to report.
On Saturday night at Fallen Souls, Dee Licious turned out to be neither
in the corner of Justice nor The Omega Steve Beovich, but the corner of Mike
Grieco, who made an appearance in the match, KOing Justice, and dissecting
Beovich’s knee with a crowbar. But
folks, one night later, at a house show in
Madsen:
Cade: She sure was. We are told that Beovich will be taking some
time off to convalesce, and we wish him a speedy recovery. But, ladies and gents, the time has come to
head to the ring and get this show on the road!
SEGMENT 2: MATCH 1:
PWA PROGRESSIVE CHAMPIONSHIP:
DARRIN GILES © VS. DAMIEN FIELDS:
Referee:
Jason Church
As the crowd waits for the first match, Metallica’s “Ride the
Lightning” suddenly plays and cheers rain down from
Cade: This is a great opportunity for
Fields to capture the Progressive Title, but he’s outnumbered here five to one!
Madsen: What are you talking about, Nick?! It’s Fields facing only Giles!
Cade: Oh, come on, Rick! Do you REALLY believe that?
Giles climbs into the ring as the remainder of The Legacy circles it, pacing
around the outside like a pack of dogs making Fields become uneasy about his
predicament. Once Giles hands his belt over to the ref, the bell sounds. Fields
defensive moves about the ring, but Greg Price grabs his foot from beneath the
bottom rope. He quickly lets go before the referee can notice, but when Fields
turns around to scold him, Giles quickly moves in and scoops him up with a back
suplex. The fans don’t like where this is headed.
Cade: Fields won’t be able to concentrate
on Giles if they keep interfering like that!
Madsen: Interfering? It’s called good team work, Nick!
Cade: I thought you said it was Fields facing only Giles, you hypocrite!
Fields quickly gets back to his feet as Schenck proceeds to climb onto the
apron. The referee reprimands him and the crowd boos. Before Fields can launch
an offensive, Giles tosses him into the ropes, only so that Kris Anthony can
clutch onto his foot and cause him to plaster himself against the canvas. Giles
bears a big grin as Hosemann invites himself into the ring.
Cade: Not this again!
Giles wrenches Fields off the mat and sets him up for Hosemann. With a nod,
Hosemann plants a boot into Fields’ gut and destroys him with the Superstar
Stunner. Giles quickly climbs the turnbuckle as Hosemann scurries out of the
ring. The crowd is livid, but it doesn’t keep Giles from diving off the
turnbuckle and crushing Fields with his big top rope splash. Schenck drops off
the apron, allowing the referee to turn around and see Giles make the cover.
One. Two. Three.
Madsen: If this keeps up, I don’t think
that Progressive title will ever leave Giles’ waist.
Cade: Wait, someone’s coming out!
As “Control” plays and The Legacy fills the ring to celebrate, the referee
awards the belt back to Giles. Suddenly, the fans begin to cheer once they see
Dean Nash dash down to the ring with a chair in tow! The Legacy backs away as
Nash slides into the ring, swinging wildly! The cheers are deafening as the
group flees the ring and escape, while Nash remains in the ring to check on
Fields.
WINNER VIA PINFALL AT
-- COMMERCIAL BREAK #1 --
SEGMENT 3: RINGSIDE:
Sevendust’s “Black” plays, and the crowd initially cheers
for one half of the former Tag Team Champions, Jackie Baccaro. The cheering
quiets down a bit, in light of the events that took place at Fallen Souls.
Baccaro climbs into the ring and picks up a microphone from the side.
Baccaro: Last Saturday at Fallen Souls, I was witness to a disgrace. Dawkins
and I were in a tag match against The Naturals, and for practically the entire
match, I was in the ring by myself! Dawkins could barely get himself in there
to help me, and even after all the work that I did, he still managed to get
himself pinned! We should be the Tag Team Champions right now! Everyone in here
knows it!
The crowd murmurs and is unsure what to think, but before Baccaro can continue,
“Black” hits once again, this time bringing out Paul Dawkins! He walks down to
the ring as the crowd cheers for him, and it doesn’t take him long to get
himself to the ring. Dawkins stares at Baccaro, looking apologetic. He grabs a
microphone shortly after his music fades.
Dawkins: Hey man, you have every right to
be upset. Sure, I took the fall, but didn’t you see the footage? That
good-for-nothing Schenck got himself involved, and the next thing I know, I get
spiked in the back. It didn’t help that I landed on my back on the outside,
right at the beginning of the match.
The crowd mutters as Baccaro isn’t sure what to think. He paces around the ring
aimlessly, starting to show signs of regret at his earlier words.
Dawkins: These things happen in this
business. We both know that. But we also both know that we’re the best damn tag
team out there right now. We’ll get another shot, and next time we’ll take the
belts. What do you say?
Dawkins holds out his hand, and Baccaro stops his pacing. He looks down at
Dawkins hands, and the crowd cheers lightly. Baccaro looks out into the
audience before turning back to Dawkins, and shaking his hand. The crowd cheers
and they nod to each other, before “A Violent Reaction” hits and the Lost Souls
make their appearance. The audience jeers the reunited tag team as they march
down to the ring with a purpose. They soon step into the ring and snatch a
microphone from the side.
Reaper: We couldn’t help but hear you calling us.
Baccaro: We never said anything about the Lost Souls.
Reaper: You said something about the best damn tag team. The only team that
fits that description is the Lost Souls. But all facts aside, don’t think that
you’re going to get another shot at the title. You blew your chance, as we all
saw on Saturday. If you even want to get another shot, you’ll have to go
through the greatest tag team of all time. How does next week on Frequency
sound?
Dawkins and Baccaro look over at each other briefly.
Dawkins: You’re on! We’ll show you who
the better tag team around here is.
The two teams stare each other down as the crowd cheers, and we head for a
commercial.
-- COMMERCIAL BREAK #2 --
SEGMENT 4: BACKSTAGE:
As we return from commercial, the camera finds Scott Cornelius,
who is with Showtime Damon Savage.
Cornelius: Showtime, first off, congratulations on your
victory over Jon Dulberg Saturday night at Fallen Souls.
Showtime: Thanks Corny, I appreciate
that.
Cornelius: I wanted to address the
rumors that we’ve been hearing, that Rodney King is throwing you a monstrous
victory party tonight. Any truth to
that?
Showtime: Yeah, I’ve heard the rumors,
and I know Rodney has been setting up in the dressing room all day, people
comin in and out. He won’t tell me
what’s goin on, but I’m actually a little flattered. You know, I was startin to doubt Rodney’s dedication
to Showtime, but a victory party is a nice little reminder, ya feel me?
Cornelius: I feel you.
Showtime: Man, that sounded so wrong
comin from your Corny white ass… pun intended.
Anyway, why don’t we just go surprise Rodney and head into the dressing
room?
Showtime then walks down the hall, headed for Rodney King’s room. When he opens the door, he finds balloons
scattered in the room, along with strippers, and a big cake… reading
“Congratulations Vlad.” A smiling
Natasha and Vladimir Vydrina are sitting in the corner of the room, and Rodney
King is all smiles as Showtime enters.
King:
Showtime! So glad you could make
it! Come here brother, have a piece of
cake!
Showtime: What the hell is this?! I thought there was a victory party!
King: There IS a victory party Showtime,
can’t you see! We are here celebrating
Vladimir Vydrina’s overwhelming first round TKO victory over Lou Savarese
Friday night, and brother, it feels good!
Showtime: Unbelievable. Unbelievable!
Natasha: Why must you act like baby
every show, week after week? Can you not
see that my husband is the superior athlete, and the number one client?
Showtime: This bitch…
With that, Vladimir Vydrina stands up, grabs a piece of cake, and extends
it to Showtime aggressively.
Vydrina:
(in broken English) Eat it. And
like it.
Showtime takes the cake, looks at it, and throws it against the wall before
storming out of the room. Rodney runs
after him.
King:
Showtime! Wait! Listen, I’m sorry, I screwed this up
again. But I had a favor to ask of you.
Showtime: Why would I do any favors for
you?
King: Because I can make you even richer
than you already are. Listen, I’ll make
all this up to you. But I need to ask a
favor.
Showtime: What is it?
King: Now that Big Vlad has dominated
the boxing world, I want him to learn how to wrestle. I was wondering if you could train him.
Showtime: Rodney, there ain’t no way I’m
trainin that dumb ass gorilla to do shit besides take a shower. And even that I’ll leave to his skanky ass
wife.
King: Showtime, I’m only gonna ask this
once.
Showtime: Well you know what
Rodney? All three of y’all can kiss my
black ass. I’m out.
Showtime then storms off and Rodney King looks on nervously. The camera follows Showtime as he heads down
the hall, before he bumps into Dee Licious, nearly shoving her into a wall as
she gets in his way.
Showtime stops and turns around, pissed off, before
getting in
Dee:
You know Showtime, if you’ve got a problem with me, then you might want
to take it up with the International champ here.
Showtime: You know Grieco, that was well
played on Saturday night, I must say.
Both of y’all. But I’m glad I ran
into you two. Cuz Showtime has a
message. Enjoy that belt while you can,
cuz Showtime is comin for it.
Grieco: You ain’t comin for shit if I don’t
give you a shot.
Showtime: Then I guess we’ll just have
to see how much your balls shrank after all them “supplements,” now won’t we?
Grieco is infuriated, but Showtime doesn’t back down.
Showtime:
You want some? I’ll take your ass
down Grieco! Bring it on, bitch!
Grieco, however, at the urging of
Grieco:
Keep dreamin, punk. This title is
goin nowhere.
Grieco and Dee then exit, leaving a pissed-off Showtime standing
in the middle of the hall.
SEGMENT 5: MATCH
2: JON DULBERG VS. DYNAMITE DEAN NASH:
Referee:
Billy Vargas
Mudvayne’s “Not Falling” hits, introducing Jon Dulberg to the
Cade: It’s been a hectic night so far, but it looks like we’re about to get
some sanity.
Just as the referee backs away, Dulberg pounces on Nash and starts choking
the life out of him!
Madsen: Spoke too soon.
Cade: Shut up, Rick!
The crowd heavily boos, but it’s not allowed to be prolonged as the referee
forces Dulberg to release Nash. Dulberg has to choice to back off, but Nash
doesn’t take it lying down. He springs back up to his feet and surprises
Dulberg with kicks to the side, followed by a dropkick that sends Dulberg
hurling into the ropes! As he returns, Nash wraps an arm around his leg and
rolls him up! One! Two! And Dulberg breaks out of the pin cover.
Cade: It could have ended right there!
Both men get back up to a vertical base, and they lock up hard in the middle of
the ring. Nash manages to force Dulberg into the corner, but Dulberg lands a
boot to Nash’s stomach, causing him to double over. Dulberg lifts Nash up over
his shoulder, and then lands him on his knee with a shoulder breaker that makes
the crowd cringe. With Nash on the mat, Dulberg attempts to lock in the Seventh
Inning Stretch, but Nash latches onto the bottom rope!
Cade: What fantastic ring presence by
Nash!
Madsen: He’s not out of this match just yet!
The referee scolds Dulberg and forces him to break the move. Dulberg gets back
to his feet and argues with the referee, giving Nash the opportunity to stand
as well. Once Dulberg turns around, he walks right into a boot in the gut,
followed by a DDT! As Nash continues to capitalize, the crowd stops cheering
and suddenly boos when they catch wind of Justin Schenck rushing down to
ringside. The referee also sees this, and shouts for him to leave.
Cade: What is this guy doing out here?!
Madsen: I think he wants payback for what Nash tried to do earlier!
Schenck argues with the referee as Nash lifts Dulberg back to his feet.
However, Dulberg lands a low blow and topples Nash over. Dulberg locks in the
Seventh Inning Stretch as Schenck backs away with a satisfied grin. Dulberg
wrenches in the move, and Nash has no where to go. With no choice, Nash
feverishly slaps the mat. The bell sounds.
Cade: Someone has to put a stop to
Schenck! He’s ruining what could become great matches!
Madsen: What are you talking about? That was a fantastic match!
“Not Falling” plays again, but Dulberg holds the move in for several more
moments before finally releasing his victim. He raises his arms high, and the
crowd hates every second of it.
WINNER VIA SUBMISSION
AT
-- COMMERCIAL BREAK #3--
SEGMENT 6: BACKSTAGE:
As we return from break, we are taken to the backstage area, where
the Tantalus siblings appear to be arguing.
Lauren: Listen, I know you're pissed off about what's happened,
Greg. I would be too if I were you. But you are WAY too out of
control about this. I mean, it's starting to sound like you're really
gonna hurt him and I don't...
Greg: Lauren! What don't you understand?! For too damn long
this shit has gone on! If he wants to be an actor, then act! Don't
come out here and pretend to be a wrestler, having us rely on him, only to
screw us over time and time again! I'm sick of it! Do you know what
I want, Lauren? I want to be the PWA Champion again. And as long as
Mr. Hollywood is around, he's gonna prevent that from happening.
Lauren: I think you're placing too much blame in him.
Greg: You know what, Lauren? Maybe if
Lauren: They said I suffered a massive concussion and that they advise me
to retire from wrestling. But that's just one opinion. I'm gonna
get a second opinion of course and...
Greg: And nothing. I did my part to try to help you last week, and
he dropped the ball. Tonight, he and I are settling this in the ring.
Greg Tantalus then storms off, leaving his worried sister behind as we head to
commercial break.
-- COMMERCIAL BREAK #4--
SEGMENT 7: RINGSIDE:
As the cameras return, "Temptation" by the Tea
Party hits and Greg Tantalus makes his way to the ring, led by a trail of
boos. Tantalus seems to tune out the crowd as he heads down, focusing on
what he's about to do. He grabs a microphone and steps into the ring.
Tantalus: For too long, I've let this crap go on! One way or
another, we're gonna settle this situation right here, right now,
tonight! So
After several moments of waiting, "Parabola" by
Tool hits and the
Tantalus: Who the hell are you?!
Man: I am Mr. Griffin's personal agent. Who the hell are YOU?!
Tantalus: Are you kidding me?! I don't have time for games, where
the hell is
Agent: Unfortunately, Mr. Griffin could not be here tonight. He had
a scheduling conflict with the filming of his latest major motion picture and
opted to take the night off. However, he did ask me to pass along a
message to you.
Tantalus: This oughta be great. What did he say?
Agent: He said that you'd probably be angry like this, and that it
doesn't matter, because you are all talk and no substance. He said that
Greg Tantalus is nothing but a wannabe, and a man that has rode his coattails
for years, so if you are pissed off, then just smile and nod slowly as you
speak and eventually, you will just stop talking.
Enraged, Tantalus grabs his microphone to speak, and sees that the agent is
smiling and nodding slowly at him. This action sends Tantalus into a
frenzy, as he rears back and nails the agent in the jaw with a huge right
hand! The agent hits the mat with a thud and the fans actually begin
cheering loudly as Tantalus lifts him up and drops him hard with the G-Spot!
Cade: Oh my God! Greg Tantalus just dropped Mike Griffin's agent
right on his head!
Madsen: I smell a lawsuit! A HUGE lawsuit!
The fans continue cheering as Tantalus bends down in front of the agent with a
microphone.
Tantalus: You pass a message to Hollywood, you piece of shit. Tell
Tantalus then throws the mic down at the agent's lifeless body as
"Temptation" hits and the fans explode in cheers. Tantalus
ignores the reaction as he exits.
Cade: I don't believe this! Greg Tantalus has this crowd on it's
feet!
Madsen: These people are bloodthirsty animals, Nick! Absolutely
bloodthirsty!
-- COMMERCIAL BREAK #5--