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TUESDAY, DECEMBER 28, 2004

TD WATERHOUSE CENTER

ORLANDO, FLORIDA

 

SEGMENT 1:  INTRODUCTION:

The opening credits roll immediately as Linkin Park's "By_Myslf" hits and we are sent inside the TD Waterhouse Center in Orlando, Florida, where an amazing fireworks display ensues and we are sent to our commentators for the night, Nick Cade, Rick Madsen and Paul Ferrara.

Cade:  Welcome to PWA Frequency!  I’m Nick Cade, along here with Rick Madsen and, of course, Paul Ferrara, and it’s the last show before Revival!

Ferrara:  That’s right Nick, and it’s gonna be a hot one!

Cade:  It sure is!  In six-man tag team action, Mike Grieco teams with Jon Dulberg and Superstar Scott Hosemann to face Showtime Damon Savage, The Omega Steve Beovich and Justice!

Madsen:  The International title situation is definitely heated!  But also folks, you’ll see a heated Paul Dawkins in the ring with the undefeated Bishop Cross!

Cade:  It’s definitely going to be a hot…

SEGMENT 2:  RINGSIDE:

After a loud explosion, the lights dim a bit as Darkseed's "Hear Me" slowly begins to play through the speakers. A largely negative fan reaction sets the stage for the arrival of Solomon and Walter Gindin, who leads the World Heavyweight Champion down to the ring. They each climb the ring steps and step inside the squared circle before taking the microphone from Lee Palmer.

 

Gindin: If all you sun-dried, retired, and living on social security 80-year-olds here in Florida would shut the hell up, your World Heavyweight Champion has something to say! (Crowd boos)

 

Solomon: Thank you Walter. Now listen up! I came out here a few weeks ago and said I was tired of the way I've been getting treated around here, and now, just a few weeks later, I'm out here to say the same damn thing. Let me make one thing very clear to you. I am YOUR World Heavyweight Champion! Every time I come to this ring, I decimate my competition and leave as the winner. I am undefeated and undisputed as the champion, and that means you people have no choice but to respect me! (Crowd boos) Now I've gone all around this country since winning this title, defending it night after night and leaving my opponents laying in the ring whenever I do it. Yet whenever I'm in an airport or at a restaurant, especially in a place like Florida, where everyone can't make up their minds about anything, people all seem to have their minds made up about one thing. They're saying that I'm going to lose my title to Jaguar this Friday night at Revival! (Crowd cheers) Are you guys serious?! Me, losing to Jaguar?! Let me make it real clear why I chose to challenge him for the title. Jaguar is a three-time PWA Champion, of course all came before he ever had to step in the ring with me. Since my arrival, I have beaten the best this business has to offer. You name a guy, and I've planted his ass with The Deep Freeze and pinned him. Come on, GI Jew, The Machine, Justice, Kerry Cox, Scott Hosemann, Romeo, Speed Demon, Scythe, just look at that list of champions in this business. You wanna talk about Hall of Famers? Well ask Vulture or ask Jason Calysto what it feels like to be in the ring with Solomon! Jaguar knows as well, but when it comes to title matches, I've yet to plant him down and pin him. And what better way to cement my legacy as the greatest PWA Champion of all time than by beating the best champions in the business? All the men I've just named have been beaten and destroyed by me, but one big name isn't on that list yet, and that name is Jaguar. Now I know some people have been making a big fuss because Revival will be held in Jacksonville and that is where he is from. The Super Bowl is about 5 weeks away there, but let me make one thing real clear. I don't give a damn about Jacksonville! I only care about Alaska, where it's colder than any of you losers can stand it and we have to fight just to remain alive! There is no toughness like that here in Florida or anywhere else on this planet! And I don't care if i was wrestling Jaguar in Jacksonville, Florida, Miami, Florida, Fort Lauderdale, Florida, Hollywood, Florida, Manhattan, Florida, Jupiter, Florida or on the damn moon! When New Year's Eve rolls around, I am going to spike his ass right here on this mat and you people will have no choice but to declare me the best you have ever, ever seen!

 

The crowd is booing heavily until "I Got That Fire" by Juvenile and Mannie Fresh thumps through the speakers and Jaguar walks out. Wearing jeans and a brand new Pedro Martinez New York Mets jersey, the former World Heavyweight Champion begins to address the current titleholder.

 

Jaguar: Solomon, I was listening to what you had to say in the back, and you make some good points. You have beaten every big name in this business, whether it be a title match or not. And so far, whenever someone has gone to face you one-on-one, you have gone through that curtain leaving whoever it is flat on their back. Those points I can't argue. But what I can tell you is that things will be different at Revival. You come out here and tell the world that you don't give a damn about wrestling in Jacksonville, that's fine. But I do! I've been to Alaska and you're right, it's tough as nails. I would never want to live there. But let me tell you about how we do things down here in the Dirty South. See, in the Ville, the average temperature in the summer time is about 95-100 degrees. Sure, we do things real big and we ride trucks with rims spinnin' and all that, but we aren't all rich folks either. I'm from a hard-working, middle class city. But all of that is when the sun is up. When night comes, it goes down in Jacksonville. That's when those people that aren't in the hard-working, middle class, come out of their shack houses and rob, steal, and potentially kill anyone that gets in their way. Sure, we've got the Super Bowl soon, but don't be fooled by the glamour of that and Revival. Jacksonville is as hardcore as it gets and the crime rate backs it up, so don't you dare question my background and don't ever question my toughness! (Crowd cheers)

 

Solomon: Are you resting your case Jaguar? How fitting for a man who comes from a city full of hardened criminals. Things must be so rough on the beach next to your palm trees, but that's neither here nor there.

 

Jaguar: Well let me tell you what is here or there big man. I see right through you. Sure, you've been laying out guys left and right since the day you got here, but I've been watching you Solomon. I've taped all of your TV matches for the past few months and whenever I'm not wrestling you at a house show, I'm standing behind that curtain, scouting you and watching your every move. Now you might not feel that you need to do that, hell, you've been undefeated for a year and a half and you've beaten everyone, but things are different this time around. This time, you are the World Heavyweight Champion and you've got what the world wants. But you're not facing the world at Revival, you're facing me and I know how to beat you.

 

Solomon: Well share with us then?

 

Jaguar: Oh they'll find out on New Year's Eve, but some of them already know. We all watched your match against GI Jew last week. Sure, you left as the champion again, but you got your ass kicked! The week before, you weren't as dominant as you usually are in that big tag match. Every night on the road, sure, you're getting your wins, but I've been watching you labor for them. The gap is closing on you Solomon. The pressure of being the World Heavyweight Champion is slowly breaking you down and this week, it will break you down.

 

Solomon: Enough of this bullshit from you Jag! You think the playing field is leveled now?! You think you can hang in this ring with me? No one can!

 

Jaguar: Oh yeah? I heard you out here naming all of these towns in Florida you said you can wrestle in, but you didn't mention Orlando. I've got my gear in the back, how about we just do this tonight and you prove to me that I can't hang with you?!

 

Gindin: Excuse me there. I see you're getting all fired up, but you know full well that the contract we signed for Revival states that Solomon will not defend the title against you before December 31st. (Crowd boos) However, we would be more than happy to get my other client Infernus in a tag match against you and any partner of your choosing.

 

Jaguar: Fine. I've got an excellent partner in mind and I'm sure The Iceman Jason Calysto will love to hear the news the second he arrives here to the arena. We'll see you in the ring tonight and I'll prove that I know how to beat you big man!

 

"I Got That Fire" replays and Jaguar turns to head backstage again, leaving Solomon and Gindin to cool down after the heated confrontation as we take our first commercial break.



-- COMMERCIAL BREAK #1 --



 SEGMENT 3:  MATCH 1:  BISHOP CROSS VS. PAUL DAWKINS:
Referee:  Jason Church

We return to ringside, where Sevendust's "Black" has just hit the speakers. With a brand new Jumbotron video now highlighting only the best clips from Paul Dawkins, the fans now know to cheer as the former Air Force serviceman marches his way down the ramp. Dawkins climbs into the ring and acknowledges the crowd before bouncing off the ropes to warm himself up.

 

Cade: We just saw a heated confrontation between Solomon and Jaguar moments ago, but if you want to talk about confrontations, what about Dawkins and Baccaro meeting each other at Revival this Friday night?

 

Ferrara: It will be just the second time they have ever fought and this one is much more anticipated than the first time, needless to say.

 

The lights suddenly go down and the mood changes completely as Andrew Lloyd Webber's "Phantom of The Opera Overture" hits. Only the torches of ten druids illuminate the arena as a cloaked Bishop Cross slowly steps down the ramp towards the ring. The druids hold their flames high and slowly back away through the smoke as Cross steps into the ring and the lights come back up.

 

Cross disrobes and Dawkins looks a bit unnerved, but he circles the ring to get things underway as the bell sounds. They lock up and Dawkins uses his size advantage to force Cross back into a corner. Cross couldn't look more nonchalant than he does as Jason Church calls for the clean break that Dawkins gives.

 

They go to lock up again and this time Cross goes low with a knee to the midsection. He follows up with another one, doubling Dawkins over before he backs to the ropes and sends the former tag team champion down with a high knee lift to the face. Dawkins hits the mat and Cross furthers his assault with an open chokehold right in front of the official, who forces Cross to break the hold at the count of four.

 

Madsen: Bishop Cross almost got disqualified right there!

 

Ferrara: Cross is too deliberate for that. He knows exactly what he wants to do in that ring. That's why he is undefeated and in full control of this match right now.

 

Cross grabs Dawkins by the arm and slings him into a corner where he slaps him tremendously hard with a reverse knife-edge chop. Dawkins fires back with one of his own, but Cross re-affirms his control with an even harder chop. He grabs Dawkins' by the arm and irish whips him towards the opposite corner, but Dawkins reverses the whip and levels Cross with a huge clothesline on his return!

 

With the crowd now fully behind him, Dawkins backs cross up into a corner and climbs up to the middle turnbuckle to punch him repeatedly in the head. The punch count reaches ten quickly and after the crowd stops counting, he slings Cross into another corner and crushes him with a huge Stinger Splash! Cross takes a few steps forward and falls flat on his face, making the crowd come to a fever pitch as Dawkins readies himself for The M.O.A.B.

 

Cade: You know what Paul is looking for here, we're about to see a streak end!

 

Madsen: Wait just a minute, now Baccaro is out here!

 

Ferrara: What?!

 

The shot cuts up to the ramp, where Jackie Baccaro is standing, with his big arms folded as he wears a wide grin across his face. Dawkins pokes his head through the ropes, beckoning him to come down to the ring, but he does it long enough for Cross to reach up and roll him into a pin! Church begins to count and Cross puts both feet on the ropes as he hits the mat three times!

 

Cade: He had the feet on the ropes ref!

 

Ferrara: I don't think he cares; he's going right after Baccaro!

 

Cross is announced the winner, but Dawkins quickly rolls out of the ring and chases Baccaro up the ramp and out of view. Bishop Cross regains his bearings in the ring, but cannot be seen once the lights black out!

 

Madsen: Uh oh!

 

Cross panics in the ring and quickly rushes out of it before sprinting up the ramp, but he stops cold in his tracks as a red light in the entryway shows a silhouette of Scythe standing in the center. Cross is frozen on the ramp as smoke surrounds the image and the voice of the modern-day samurai comes over the PA System.

 

Scythe: You thought you took me out when you attacked me a few weeks ago, but little do you know that the war you have created is only about to begin. This Friday at Revival, the signs will stop and the games will end. At Revival, this samurai will make sure to chop you down Bishop Cross. You have three days remaining. Consider yourself forewarned.

 

A loud whoosh is heard as the voice suddenly ends and the lights are brought back up. Cross stands sweating profusely on the ramp, with himself, the crowd and even the commentators in stunned silence as we head to a break.

 WINNER VIA PINFALL AT 8:23:  BISHOP CROSS


-- COMMERCIAL BREAK #2 --



SEGMENT 4:  BACKSTAGE:
We return in the Hot Boy$ locker room, where Jaguar has just taken off his jersey and grabbed a roll of athletic tape. He bites off a piece of the roll to use it just as Romeo walks through the door, dressed for action.

 

Jaguar: What's goin on Rome?

 

Romeo: We gotta talk bro.

 

Jaguar: Shoot.

 

Romeo: What was the deal with that out there man?

 

Jaguar: Deal with what?

 

Romeo: You and Solomon.

 

Jaguar: What about it? This dude comes out and insults where we come from, so I had to let him have it.

 

Romeo: Nah, not that. All of that was good, I'm definitely with you on that. We do it big down here, no doubt. But if memory serves me right, I heard Gindin say you and any partner of your choice would face Solomon and Infernus tonight.

 

Jaguar: That's right.

 

Romeo: So let me ask you this. What are you thinking choosing Jason Calysto?! Nobody has come closer to beating Solomon than me and nobody damn sure owns Infernus like Da Playboi, so I'm asking you what gives cuz.

 

Jaguar: Well it's real simple. Sure, me and you are the best team to ever lace em up, no doubt about that. But you've seen what Infernus has done to Jay lately and you know how bad Jay wants to get his hands on this kid before Revival. If it was for the belts or something, you'd be out there with me, but this is all about getting the jump on Revival and Jay deserves that chance.

 

Romeo: And I don't?

 

Jaguar: Didn't say that, but you got your own issue in Renegade.

 

Romeo: Renegade? Are you serious?!

 

Jaguar: Don't sleep on the kid playa. I go back a ways with that guy and he didn't come back to lose easily. Stay focused on him for now and if you want a crack at somebody else, do it after Revival. What's the problem with that?

 

Romeo: (Long pause) None. No problem at all bro.

 

Jaguar: Cool then. I'm gonna go run over to Larry and have him tape me up for the match. I'll get at you later.

 

Romeo: Later.

 

Jaguar exits for the trainer's room, but the door doesn't close as Renegade barges in. Romeo gets up, but arena security quickly flanks Renegade as he begins to speak.

 

Renegade: Hope you don't mind that I brought a few friends over.

 

Romeo: I don't, but they will when I beat all your asses.

 

Renegade: Negative Romeo. None of that is goin' down tonight. It's not my fault that you had goals to beat Solomon and become the World Champion and now your partner, your best friend, hell your own brother has stepped in to try and take that from you. That's not my issue. My issue is this Friday night at Revival, where I'm going to beat you 1,2,3. but don't be upset about it. At least one Hot Boy will leave Revival as a winner. See you in Jacksonville, Playboi.

 

Renegade exits with security heavily covering him, leaving Romeo alone in the room.

 

Romeo: Yeah, well see about that.


SEGMENT 5:  RINGSIDE:
Slipknot’s “Opium of The People” suddenly plays, and the crowd cheers for GI Jew as he speeds down the ramp. His motorcycle roars before he circles the ring and parks it at the side. He takes his time getting into the ring as the cheers continue, and he grabs a microphone from ringside.

Jew: Alright, alright. I appreciate you fans cheering for me, but it’s all about business tonight. You all saw what happened last week. I had a match with Solomon for the PWA World Heavyweight title, and I was literally seconds away from beating him. I could’ve not only taken what should be MY title, but I also could’ve ended his undefeated streak! And who do I have to blame for being unable to do both, but Anthony Failla. (Crowd boos) Yeah, you know what I mean. Last week, mere moments away from winning the championship, Failla decides to come into the ring and screw with me and cost me my belt. Well, Failla, I hope you know that you made your death wish that night, because I’m going to be your executioner! We all know that you’ll be losing to me at Revival, but screw that, because I want you in the ring right now!


GI Jew paces around the ring as the crowd begins chanting his name. He eagerly awaits Failla’s arrival, but the Jumbotron lights up instead.

Failla: Hey. Up here. Listen, I don’t really know what you’re so angry about. It’s not like you even deserve to have the title. I saved you from a lot of trouble last week. You should be thanking me!

Jew: I’ll thank you for giving me the chance to beat your ass as soon as you come down here!

Failla: Sorry, I can’t do that. You see, I’m not even in the building tonight. You’ll have to wait until Revival.

Jew: Fine, you can hide behind that screen tonight, but you won’t have anywhere to go at Revival! I’m sure you know why, Failla! You and I will be locked inside a cage where the only way out is up, but I’m not going to let you passed the bottom of my boots!

Jew throws the mic to the ground as “Opium of The People” hits once more, and he steps out of the ring to mount his bike. With Failla still looking on, Jew speeds up the ramp, giving Failla the finger in the process.


 -- COMMERCIAL BREAK #3--

 


SEGMENT 6:  BACKSTAGE:
Back from commercial, we’re taken to Hollywood Mike Griffin’s locker room suite.  He is sitting on a couch, talking with his agent Ari Greenstein, while his personal chef Lauren Tantalus is in the background and his bodyguard Jonathan Brett is standing by the door in the foreground.

Greenstein:  Really though, Hollywood, you’re going to have to pick up the pace a little if you want to get everything done on your agenda.  You have a premiere this weekend, plus Hef’s New Year’s Eve party, which you HAVE to make an appearance at, plus all your personal engagements… I don’t know how you’re going to take care of it all.

Griffin:  Well, what time does the party start?

Greenstein: 
9:00 Pacific.

Griffin:  And Revival?

Greenstein: 
9:30 Eastern.

Griffin:  And Revival ends when?

Greenstein: 
12:30 Eastern, 9:30 Pacific.

 

Griffin:  And the Playboy party?

Greenstein: 
12:30 Pacific.

Griffin:  Done.  We’ll just take my jet straight there after my match ends.  Screw the rest of the card.  Lauren, get ready, you’ll be working overtime on New Year’s.  I’m sure gonna get hungry on that flight.

Lauren: Oooh can I make something exotic?!

Griffin:  I don’t care, as long as it’s good.

Lauren:  Hmmm… I’m going to have to prepare something extra special, to celebrate your destruction of my good-for-nothing brother.

Griffin:  Indeed.

Lauren:  How about… venison!

Griffin:  You want me to eat Bambi?!

Lauren:  It’s delicious!  Oh my God, TRUST me!  It’s great!

Griffin:  Well, I guess that’s what I pay you for.

Just then, the door swings open, and Brett immediately has to block the path of the entering Greg Tantalus.  Griffin rises to his feet.

Griffin:  It’s ok Brett.  What do you want, Tantalus?

Tantalus:  I just came to pass you a message, Mr. Hollywood.

Griffin:  Be quick, I don’t have time to stay at this show for more than ten more minutes.

Tantalus:  The message is that come New Year’s Eve, I’m gonna beat you all over freakin Jacksonville and show you once and for all that I was the better man in TFU.

Griffin:  If you say so.  A thousand bucks says you don’t.

Tantalus:  Are you friggin kidding me?!  I’m not gonna bet you.

Griffin:  Suit yourself.

Tantalus:  Listen
Griffin, you crossed the line.  You don’t get a man’s family involved.

Lauren:  Screw you, Greg, this was my decision.

Tantalus:  But why?

Lauren:  Because you weren’t doing anything for me.  I needed a way to stay in the PWA after I got hurt.  Mike gave me that out, you didn’t.  So business is business.  I did the only thing I could do to save my job.

Tantalus:  You don’t need to be in the middle of this.

Lauren:  You chose your side, now I’ve chosen mine.

Greenstein:  You heard the lady.  Get out of here.

Tantalus:  How bout I drop you on your head again, asshole face?

Griffin:  Touch him and I sick Brett on you.

Brett then moves into position.

Tantalus:  Don’t bother.  I’ll take care of big boy over here another time.  Listen
Griffin, bottom line, I’m taking you out Friday.  And Lauren, as for you, if you want to support this jackass, be my guest.  But I’m having no mercy on you when this is over.

Lauren:  Don’t expect me to have any either.

Tantalus then stares them all down before exiting intensely, ready for the match on Friday.  After he leaves, Lauren rolls her eyes.

Lauren:  Asshole.

Griffin:  Ari?

Greenstein:  Yeah?

Griffin:  Tell Hef we’ll be there early.  It’s not gonna take me as long you might think to finish off this punk and get out of this miserable state.

 SEGMENT 7:  BACKSTAGE:
The camera shifts to another area backstage, where Showtime Damon Savage is warming up for his upcoming six-man tag team match, which is next.  As he continues this, he is approached by the foursome of Rodney King, Vladimir Vydrina, his wife and interpreter Natasha, and his trainer Jon Dulberg, who is scheduled to be one of Showtime’s opponents tonight.  Showtime stops what he’s doing and turns to the group.

Showtime:  What?

King:  There’s no need for hostility Showtime.  We just came here to wish you luck in that six-man tag tonight, as well as the six-man elimination bout for the International Championship this Friday night at Revival.

Dulberg:  That’s right.  Good luck Showtime.

Showtime:  What are you wishin Showtime luck for, punk?  You’re the one who needs luck.

King:  Showtime, Showtime!  Calm down now!  This is just a friendly gesture.

Showtime:  (ignoring Rodney) When’s your punk ass trainee gonna be ready to get his ass whooped by Showtime?

Dulberg:  Funny you should ask.  I think the big man’s about ready to go.  What do you say, Tasha?

Natasha:  He is ready.  He is a killer.  He will wrestle.  Next week.

Vladimir Vydrina then cracks a slow smile and lifts his head up as Showtime stares him down.

Showtime:  (turning back to Dulberg) It’s go time, punk.  See you out there.
 

 -- COMMERCIAL BREAK #4--



 SEGMENT 8:  MATCH 3:  PWA INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION MIKE GRIECO, JON DULBERG & SUPERSTAR SCOTT HOSEMANN VS. SHOWTIME DAMON SAVAGE, THE OMEGA STEVE BEOVICH & JUSTICE:
Referee:  Billy Vargas

DMX’s “Where Da Hood At” blasts over the speakers, bringing out the cheers from the crowd for Justice. He walks down the ramp and enters the ring, before White Zombie’s “More Human Than Human” plays, prompting “The Omega” Steve Beovich to arrive. Once he steps into the ring, the loudest pop thus far comes when Showtime Damon Savage appears with “Footprints” by G Unit playing loudly throughout the TD Waterhouse Center. He steps into the ring and meets up with his teammates when 50 Cent’s “Da Repercussions” hits, bringing out the International Champion Mike Grieco, Jon Dulberg, and Scott Hosemann. They head down to the ring as a unit, although there is clearly some tension within the group. Each man steps into the ring and trades words with each other.

Cade: We can have a good match here if the referee can keep things under control.

Ferrara: With six men all about to compete for the same belt at Revival, Billy Vargas needs to earn his pay tonight.


Grieco hands his belt to the referee, who tells the two teams to take their positions. Dulberg starts off for his team, and to the dismay of Beovich, Justice steps up first. Dulberg and Justice circle the ring briefly and lock up hard, but Dulberg lands a boot in his stomach before following it up with stinging fists. Justice battles back with punches of his own, but Dulberg takes him down with a big forearm. After lifting Justice back up, Dulberg slips behind him and wraps an arm around his neck, before forcing him to fall back on his knee. Justice roars and arches his back on the mat. Beovich rallies the crowd and slaps the ring post, prompting the audience to begin clapping and stomping their feet in unison.

Cade: And Beovich leads the crowd to give their support!

Madsen: It’s probably a misunderstanding. I think that Beovich just wants to get his hands on Dulberg.


Justice wobbles back up to his feet as if being willed on by the crowd, but Dulberg whips him into the ropes and flattens him with a side slam. The crowd refuses to give up on Justice though, and they continue to cheer him on. However, Dulberg lifts the far leg and goes for the pin cover. One... Two... and Beovich storms into the ring and boots Dulberg out of the pin!

Ferrara: Hey, get him out of there, ref!


Beovich refuses to leave the ring and begins beating down on Dulberg, causing Scott Hosemann to also enter the ring. However, before he tries to inflict any damage on Beovich, Hosemann turns around and looks at Grieco with a devilish grin. Grieco looks as if his worries have all come back again, and he realizes this when Hosemann dumps his own teammate into the ring!

Cade: Wait a minute, what’s going on?! Hosemann is attacking his own team!

Madsen: I don’t think he cares about the team, Nick! Hosemann is looking at the future, and more specifically, the International belt that Mike Grieco holds!

Ferrara: Talk about backstabbing, this is great!

Showtime also enters the fray and helps Hosemann in his attack on Grieco, and when it seems that Grieco is completely out of it, Showtime turns on Hosemann! Carnage swarms the ring as these six men battle each other, and the referee has no choice but to throw this match out.
WINNERS AT 10:20:  NO CONTEST
 

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK #5--



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