Friday, December 31st, 2004

Jacksonville Veterans Memorial Arena

Jacksonville, Florida

SEGMENT 12: BACKSTAGE:

A camera is backstage with Rick Madsen, who is standing alongside a restless GI Jew.

Madsen: GI Jew, your cage match --

Jew: (Shoving Madsen away and grabbing the mic) Let me do this one alone Rick. Failla! Tonight in the cage, I'm going to rip you limb from limb and wear your blood across my chest as war paint.  Listen to me you ball-juggling thundercunt, you cost me the f*cking title. And you're lucky Santa Norm and those stupid ass midgets were there for me to take a little bit of my aggression out on, because otherwise, I would have tracked you down and ripped your still beating heart out through your throat. Failla, when we get to that cage, I am gonna be more than happy to whoop your ass like you stole something. Because you did steal something. You stole my title shot from me and kept the belt on that Alaskan. So now it’s your turn big man. I'm gonna take something of yours Failla, your pride, your dignity, your f*cking life. It’s gametime now bitch!

Jew tosses the mic back to Madsen and storms off the set towards the ring.

SEGMENT 13: JUMBOTRON:

A video package airs, highlighting the intense feud between GI Jew and Anthony Failla that will shift into a 15-foot steel cage next.

SEGMENT 14: MATCH 7: STEEL CAGE MATCH:
GI JEW VS. ANTHONY FAILLA:
Referee: Dan Martin

The ominous steel cage lowers as Jadakiss’ “Shoot Outs” plays, and the crowd begins to boo for the vicious Anthony Failla. The fans are resilient in their hatred for the crazed man. He walks out from behind the curtain and stalks his way down the ring. He jaws off to some of the audience members by the side before stepping into the cage and climbing into the ring and scaling the turnbuckles. After posing for several moments, he looks around himself, as if inspecting the cage that will be the battle zone for his next war. Before long his music fades, and is replaced by “Opium of The People” by Slipknot and the fans go berserk as a loud roar emerges from the back! GI Jews motorcycle bursts through the entranceway and speeds down the ramp. He circles the ring once and parks the bike to the side before getting off the vehicle and staring directly at Failla. With bloodshot eyes, Jew runs into the cage and dives into the ring before tackling Failla to the ground and unleashing a barrage of fists onto his skull!

Troy: This is the culmination of weeks of anger!

Ferrara: And it’s all going to be released tonight!

The gate is closed to seal off the two from the outside, and the bell rings to officially start this match. Jew refuses to release Failla from his clutches and continues beating on him, but the referee tries to pry him off. Jew stares at the referee dead in the eyes, and the ref backs himself away immediately. Jew decides to take another course of action and lifts up Failla, only to send him crashing into the mat with a back body drop. As Failla writhes on the mat, Jew gets to his feet and bounces off the ropes before leaping into the air and flattening him with a big leg drop. Jew goes and attempts to climb the cage, but Failla gets back to his feet without letting Jew get too high up. Failla throws himself into the side of the cage, forcing Jew to fall off.

Troy: To make one thing clear, the only way to win this match is to escape the cage. There are no pin covers or submissions, but it’s still a good way to wear your opponent down.

Ferrara: That’s right, Troy. You need them to stay down for as long as possible while you climb out of the cage, and for both of us, I’m hoping that bastard Failla stays down for a long time.

Failla lands several elbow drops on Jew before picking up back up and launching him hard into a corner. Jew hits the turnbuckle and stumbles forward into Failla’s grip, where he sends Jew head first into the mat with a DDT. He brings Jew back to his feet once more before lifting him up high and attempting to divide him in half with an outstretched knee for a back breaker. Failla looks out into the crowd before trying to scale the cage.

Troy: GI Jew needs to get up right now to stop Failla from climbing out!

Ferrara: He landed pretty hard on that knee! It might difficult for him to even stand up!

GI Jew is still trying to clutch his back on the mat, while Failla has almost managed to reach the top. GI Jew rolls himself over, but Failla has climbed to the top. However, he hesitantly looks down at GI Jew, but a demonic smile creeps onto his face as he stares into the crowd.

Troy: No, he has this match won!

Ferrara: But what is he doing?!

With a great leap, Failla plunges himself off the top of the cage and crushes GI Jew with a vile elbow drop! The audience is stunned! Both men are now on the mat, and Jew is attempting to bear the pain, but Failla is the first one back to his feet. Failla goes to scale the cage again, but he sees Jew also stand up as well! Failla drops off the cage and hits Jew with a series of clotheslines. Jew gets up after each one, which causes Failla to become frustrated and locks Jew into a sleeper hold. The referee begins to count, and Failla stares at the referee like a lunatic. He drops Jew to the floor and gives chase to the referee, who desperately dodges Failla’s attacks!

Troy: Now this is uncalled for! Dan Martin is just doing his job!

Ferrara: That doesn’t matter to someone who’s as insane as Anthony Failla!

Failla chases the referee around the ring, leaving himself wide open with GI Jew explodes on Failla with a Gore out of nowhere! The fans cheer as Jew begins climbing the cage, but Failla sees that he’s in danger of losing the match. Failla struggles to get back to his feet, and Jew catches wind of this. He hops off the cage and takes the battle to Failla with several stiff rights to the head. Jew violently launches Failla into a corner and fires off like a bullet into him with a Gore! Failla doubles over and falls to the mat, and Jew signals to the crowd!

Troy: This could do it for Failla!

GI Jew lifts Failla up, and in one fluid motion, annihilates him with a sickening Magnum Driver! Failla lays motionless and Jew scales the cage! He manages to pull himself to the top and Failla is not stirring! Jew climbs out of the cage and the fans are ballistic!

Troy: He did it! GI Jew did it!

Ferrara: Justice has been served tonight! Thank you, GI Jew!

GI Jew raises his arms in victory as “Opium of the People” hits once more. He climbs onto his motorcycle, and without looking back, speeds up the ramp and collects another win in his record books.
WINNER AT 18:21: GI JEW

SEGMENT 15: BACKSTAGE:

A camera cuts backstage to Nick Cade, who is walking backstage towards a locker room door. He stops at the one reading "Jaguar" and turns the knob before slowly walking inside. The camera follows to show Jaguar himself sitting in front of his locker with his head down, facing the floor as Cade sits down beside him with the microphone.

Cade: Jaguar, I know you must be focusing intensely on your upcoming title match, but you did ask for this unconventional interview time. So here in your dressing room, my question to you is, with your match against the unbeaten World Heavyweight Champion Solomon right here in your hometown of Jacksonville just mere moments away, are you feeling pressure to win tonight?

Jaguar: (Turning his head up) Am I feeling pressure to win tonight? Why would I feel pressure Nick? Just because Solomon is undefeated? Just because he pinned me on Tuesday in front of 15,000 people when I said I would win? Is that a reason to feel pressure? Solomon challenged me to this title match to cement his legacy as the greatest PWA Champion of all-time. Sure, he's had the title for only two months, but the man is right. He has beaten anybody who is somebody in this business, and the last guy he beat...was me. But there is a different feeling tonight, a different smell in the air. Tonight Nick, we're in Jacksonville, where we do everything in a real big way . This is where I made my name after leaving New York early on. These people in this audience, my friends and family, they accepted me after I dominated the scene here and left to go back to New York for more exposure with Mike Scarchilli in CAW.  They still cheered me when I drove a 1980 Oldsmobile to Philadelphia to win the CAW Championship almost three years ago. And when CAW closed and I was offered a chance to come back to dominate the scene here again, I left to sign with the PWA. How did these people respond? They still cheered me. So tonight, I am in the biggest match of my career and it is my time to give something back to them, time to give them something to cheer about. They stuck with me through thick and thin, and now its time to pay them back by winning the World Heavyweight Championship in front of them all. They paid their hard earned money to see Jaguar win tonight against a monster, a man who hasn't even smelled defeat once in over a year and a half of wrestling,  a man who is the reigning Wrestler of the Year. So do I feel any pressure to go out there and win tonight in front of my family, my friends and everyone who has ever supported me in my career? On this night, in this city, in this building, the answer is simple. (Smirking) Nope.

SEGMENT 16: MATCH 8: PWA INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP: ELIMINATION MATCH:
MIKE GRIECO © VS. SHOWTIME DAMON SAVAGE VS. THE OMEGA STEVE BEOVICH VS. SUPERSTAR SCOTT HOSEMANN VS. JON DULBERG VS. JUSTICE:
Referee: Jose Soares

With the cage lifted from the ring, the fans are anxious to see the next match. “Not Falling” by Mudvayne plays first, and the crowd is not happy to see Jon Dulberg as he approaches the ring. Riding a wave jeers to the ring, Dulberg climbs into the squared circle, and Saliva’s “Superstar II” soon plays. The crowd boos louder than before, and Scott Hosemann makes his way to the ring. He slides inside of it and stands a good distance away from Dulberg, before DMX’s “Where Da Hood At” starts, and the crowd finally has someone to cheer for. Justice arrives to a decent pop from the crowd, but the camera cuts to a shot at the side of the ring, where Dexter P. Wellington sits in disgust. He watches as Justice walks down the ramp, with a face of disdain as he listens to what he believes is horrid music. Wellington gets up from his seat and leaves in a huff, ordering his butler to cut a path through the crowd for him.

Troy: Dexter P. Wellington just left in the middle of the show! What was that all about?

Ferrara: A guy like that probably has things to see, women to do.

Troy: I’ve been away for a month and you still make me sick!

Ferrara: You know you missed me.

White Zombie’s “More Human Than Human” hits next, bringing out Steve Beovich. The Omega heads to the ring with his eyes locked on Dulberg. He enters the ring and begins speaking inaudibly to Dulberg. They have a battle of words before “Footprints” by G Unit plays, prompting the audience to cheer loudly for Showtime Damon Savage. He walks down the ramp, tagging the outstretched hands of audience members as he goes before climbing into the ring with the four other men. The tension is high as they await the International Champion, who arrives to 50 Cent’s “Da Repercussions” and quite inversely to Showtime, the crowd’s magnitude in volume rises to hiss at Grieco. He slides into the ring and eyes all of his competition before handing the belt to the referee. He holds it up high before setting it to the side and ordering the bell to ring.

Troy: This is a big six-man elimination match, and that already puts Grieco on the spot.

Ferrara: He has to face five other men all at the same time and come out on top to retain his title. It definitely won’t be an easy task for him.

With the bell still sounding, a large brawl breaks out between the six men. Grieco and Justice battle it out, Showtime and Hosemann trade punches, while Beovich and Dulberg wrestle each other. Beovich hits a clothesline to take Dulberg down, before dropping an elbow on him. He lifts up Dulberg and shoves him into the ropes, but Dulberg explodes on Beovich with a hard shoulder block. He peels Beovich off the mat and sends him hurling back into it with a back body drop. With Beovich down, Dulberg goes over to assist Grieco with Justice.

Troy: Now Grieco and Dulberg are teaming up on Justice!

Ferrara: There’s nothing in the rulebooks that says you can’t gang up on someone.

Dulberg beats down on Justice, who ultimately succumbs to a double attack. Justice struggles to get back to his feet, but this proves futile as Grieco plants a boot into his gut and follows it up with devastating powerbomb. Grieco does not release the hold and instead lives Justice up for another powerbomb. He hits it with unprecedented impact and pins down Justice. The ref goes down and slaps the mat three times.

Troy: And that does it for Justice!

Grieco goes off to battle with Hosemann, while Showtime and Beovich exchange fists. Beovich swings Showtime into the ropes and swings with an outstretched arm, but Showtime ducks it and plants him with It’s Showtime out of nowhere! Showtime covers Beovich for the one... Two... Three!

Ferrara: Showtime just pinned Beovich! It’s down to four men now for the title!

Showtime locks up hard with Dulberg while Grieco and Hosemann continue their war. Grieco manages to muscle Hosemann into a corner before perching him on the top turnbuckle. Grieco scales the corner as well and latches onto Hosemann before lifting him up sending him flying across the ring with a superplex. Grieco takes a moment to recover from the fall before covering Hosemann... One... Two... and Hosemann gets a shoulder up.

Ferrara: Hosemann won’t give up that easily.

Grieco is not daunted though, and he brings Hosemann back onto his feet. Hosemann attempts to battle back, but several stiff rights and lefts weaken him. Grieco clutches onto Hosemann and destroys him with a vile overhead belly-to-belly suplex. Grieco covers Hosemann once again... One... Two... Three.

Troy: It looks like he didn’t have a choice that time!

Dulberg attempts a German suplex on Showtime, but he battles out of it with several elbows to the side of the head. Dulberg loosens his grip enough for Showtime to shove him into the ropes. On Dulberg’s return, Showtime scoops him up and plants him into a mat with a side slam! Showtime quickly stands up and looks down at Dulberg, then up at Grieco. They stare at each other for a moment, and then suddenly bounce off the opposite ropes. With Dulberg lying in the middle of the ring, Showtime and Grieco leap into the air and literally flattens Dulberg with a double flapjack! Showtime makes the cover on Dulberg... One... Two... Three!

Troy: And that takes care of Jon Dulberg!

Ferrara: It’s down to the International Champ and Showtime!

With Grieco and Showtime on their feet, they have a brief stare down with the crowd chanting Showtime’s name. The two remaining men lock up hard, but Grieco gains the advantage. Grieco locks him up and attempts a belly-to-belly, but Showtime belts Grieco in the head with several fists. Grieco releases the hold, and Showtime continues the assault, but Grieco slugs him with a heavy forearm. He whips Showtime into the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but Showtime ducks under the arm. The momentum carries Grieco and sends him sailing into the referee, who nearly gets decapitated with the clothesline! Grieco looks horrified!

Troy: He just took out the referee! What’s going to happen now?!

With Grieco’s back turned, Showtime rushes up to him and goes for a back body drop, but Grieco counters out of it with elbows to the head. Grieco sends a boot into Showtime’s stomach and follows it up with his vile double powerbomb. He holds Showtime down for the pin, but the referee is out cold!

Ferrara: Grieco has this won! Get up ref! Count the pin!

Grieco holds down Showtime for several seconds, but realizes that the referee isn’t making the count. He releases Showtime and hurries over to the referee, shoving him numerous times to awaken him. Just as the referee is beginning to stir, Showtime is back on his feet! He spins Grieco around and delivers It’s Showtime with heavy impact! Showtime makes the cover on Grieco and the referee makes a groggy count... One... Two... Three! The fans are hysterical!

Troy: He did it! Showtime beat Mike Grieco and is now the International Champion!

Ferrara: That’s not right! Grieco had him pinned for more than three seconds!

Troy: But the referee wasn’t there to count it! But he did make the count for Showtime’s biggest victory of his career!

“Footprints” plays in the background, and Showtime is barely aware of the situation. Only when the referee hands Showtime the belt and raises his arm, does he understand that he’s become the new International Champion. The fans blow the roof off at the sight of a new, victorious champion.
WINNER AT 15:38 AND NEW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION: SHOWTIME DAMON SAVAGE

SEGMENT 17: BACKSTAGE:

The camera cuts backstage, where Traci Reed is standing by with Hollywood Mike Griffin and his personal chef Lauren Tantalus.

Reed: Mike Griffin, in just a few moments, you will step into the ring with your former tag team partner Greg Tantalus. What are your thoughts as you head into this turbo-charged match?

Griffin: Traci, let’s be real. I’m not worried a damn bit about Greg Tantalus. The only thing I’m worried about is getting in and out of this miserable city in enough time to make it to Hef’s Playboy Mansion party. I’m running out of time, so I need to make this quick. So, if you’ll excuse me…

With that, Griffin and Lauren brush past her and head to the ring.

SEGMENT 18: MATCH 9: HOLLYWOOD MIKE GRIFFIN VS. GREG TANTALUS:
Referee: Jose Soares

The camera returns ringside, where Tool’s “Parabola” blasts onto the speakers and the crowd begins booing rampantly as Hollywood Mike Griffin emerges from behind the curtain, accompanied by his personal chef Lauren Tantalus. Griffin is wearing his expensive suit to the ring and appears to be focused not only on winning this match, but on winning it in record time.

Troy: Look at Griffin, Paul. He looks like he’s all dressed up to go to the Playboy New Year’s Eve party already.

Ferrara: Well Troy, he knows how pressed for time he’s going to be. He’s so confident that he’s going to beat Greg Tantalus that to him, it’s only a matter of how quickly he’s able to do it.

Troy: I don’t think Griffin wants to get that cocky.

Moments later, the new sound of “Heaven’s a Lie” by Lacuna Coil and the crowd begins cheering loudly as Greg Tantalus makes his way down the aisle. Tantalus appears to be extremely focused on Griffin as he approaches the ring, knowing the challenge that is ahead of him, and desiring the respect he deserves from his adversary. Tantalus steps into the ring and, after eyeing down his sister on the outside, stands face to face in the center of the ring with his former tag team partner.

Troy: There is a lot of bad blood between these two, Paul.

Ferrara: And I think that bad blood was only intensified earlier tonight when Tantalus took out Griffin’s bodyguard Jonathan Brett.

The bell sounds and Griffin and Tantalus engage in a heated staredown. Griffin is the first to break the staredown, slapping Tantalus right across the face. Tantalus responds back to this, blasting Griffin in the face with a huge right hand. Griffin falls down and the crowd responds with a thunderous roar, which is only intensified when Tantalus pounces on him and begins pounding him into oblivion. Realizing he’s in danger, Griffin rolls out of the ring to safety, getting a word with Lauren Tantalus. However, Greg isn’t about to leave Griffin alone, running towards the ropes and hitting Griffin in the jaw with a baseball slide. Griffin falls to the arena floor and the fans begin cheering. Tantalus taunts in the center of the ring and his sister tries to quiet the roaring crowd down as Hollywood slowly gets back to his feet.

Troy: Greg Tantalus is certainly on fire here in the early going.

Ferrara: Well, he feels he has a lot to prove to his former partner, and he’s doing what he can to prove it.

At length, Griffin gets back into the ring and Tantalus lets him, daring Griffin to make a strike at him. Griffin chooses to lock up in the center of the ring and ties Tantalus into a headlock, cinching it in tightly. However, Tantalus shoves him off and downs Hollywood with a shoulderblock as he returns. Griffin gets up and Tantalus immediately brings him down with an armdrag. Griffin then gets up again, but Tantalus knocks him down with a big dropkick. Griffin pounds the mat in frustration as the fans cheer for Greg Tantalus, who beckons Griffin to get back to his feet. However, before Griffin can get to his feet, Lauren Tantalus jumps onto the apron and begins yelling at her brother.

Troy: What the hell is Lauren doing on the apron?! Get her down, ref!

Greg walks over to Lauren and begins yelling back at her, but the distraction is effective, as Griffin clubs Greg down from behind. Griffin then begins stomping away on Tantalus, trying to pour on the intensity. When Tantalus is finally able to get back to his feet, Griffin doesn’t let up, violently whipping his former partner into the corner. Griffin then unloads with furious knife-edge chops on Tantalus, turning his chest beet-red. As Tantalus stumbles forward, Griffin downs him with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex and goes for a pin… one, two, and Tantalus gets up. Hollywood then decides to pour on the intensity, cinching in a leg grapevine, hoping to take Tantalus’ vertical base away from him. Griffin locks in the move and Tantalus grimaces in pain, trying to get to the ropes.

Troy: Tantalus appears to be in intense pain here.

Ferrara: This is a sound strategy by Griffin here, Troy. He’s taking that 450 splash away from Tantalus, which should be key in the later portion of this match.

At length, Tantalus finally is able to make it to the ropes, forcing the hold to be broken. However, after the length of time that he remained in the hold, it appears that the damage has been done and Griffin seems poised to go in for the kill. Griffin utilizes numerous offensive tactics and maneuvers to keep Tantalus grounded, and to keep him away from the explosive offense that has brought him to numerous victories over the PWA’s finest. Griffin takes Tantalus, lifts him up, perches him on the top rope, and downs him with a huge superplex that takes all the wind out of the Smooth one. Griffin covers… one, two, and Tantalus gets a shoulder up. After that, Griffin signals that it’s time for him to put the match away. Lauren Tantalus applauds on the outside of the ring as Griffin signals for the Culmination.

Troy: This could be it right here. If Griffin is able to lock on the Culmination, this match will be history.

Ferrara: At this point, I’m hard-pressed to disagree with you.

Tantalus gets up and Griffin tries to lock on the maneuver, but Tantalus quickly counters out of it and blasts Griffin with the Big O, in one fell swoop! The fans cheer wildly and Tantalus crawls over to make a cover, but just as he does, Lauren Tantalus jumps onto the apron and distracts the attention of referee Jose Soares! Greg Tantalus sees this and breaks up the count to regain the referee’s attention. After arguing with his sister, Tantalus is rolled up from behind by Griffin, who uses the tights! One, two, and Tantalus kicks out! Tantalus then gets up, swings a clothesline at Griffin, but Griffin ducks and slaps on the Culmination! The fans gasp as Hollywood cinches the hold in tightly, looking to polish this match off. However, after spending nearly thirty seconds in the hold, Tantalus reaches the bottom rope, causing the hold to be broken.

Troy: And Tantalus is still alive!

Ferrara: Griffin needs to put Tantalus away quickly, before he can get a second wind.

As Tantalus tries to get back to his feet, Griffin begins laughing, feeling that he has the match in hand. He begins mockingly slapping Tantalus on the back of the head as he tries to get up, and Lauren laughs as this happens. Griffin turns his head away from Tantalus for one second, and as soon as he turns back around, Tantalus springs up and nails Griffin with the G-Spot! Tantalus quickly goes for the cover, but Lauren again jumps onto the apron to stop the official from making the cover. Greg Tantalus gets up and screams at his sister again and the referee, having seen enough, demands that Lauren Tantalus return to the locker room!

Troy: Way to go Jose!

Ferrara: Yeah Troy, she needed to be sent out of here after all the confusion she was causing.

The fans cheer and Lauren Tantalus heads to the back as Griffin gets up and clubs Tantalus down from behind one more time. Griffin hurls Tantalus shoulder-first into the steel cornerpost before tossing him down to the mat. Griffin then heads up to the top rope and nails his high diving moonsault and covers… one, two, and Tantalus kicks out! Griffin is furious, but immediately goes back to the top and hits a flying elbow smash. However, instead of going for a cover, Griffin goes right back up top and hits another elbow smash! Then, Griffin goes back again, looking for a third smash, but this time, Tantalus moves out of the way! The fans cheer as Griffin gets back up and he and Tantalus begin exchanging lefts and rights. Tantalus hits Griffin with a huge right that spins him around and Tantalus lifts him for the G-Spot, but Griffin slips out and hits three rolling german suplexes! He leaves Tantalus down after the third one and, determined, scales the ropes and dives off with another big moonsault! This one connects full blast and Griffin hooks the leg… one, two, three.

Ferrara: Well Mike Griffin has won this match, but he sure had to earn it.

Troy: Earn it?! Greg Tantalus had him beat on multiple occasions, but interference from Lauren Tantalus prevented that from happening! Greg Tantalus will have his day.

Tool’s “Parabola” hits and Griffin slides out of the ring, his face telling the tale of exactly how difficult that win just was to obtain. The fans boo loudly and Griffin just quietly walks up the ramp, thankful for the fact that he picked up the victory.

WINNER VIA PINFALL AT 17:44: HOLLYWOOD MIKE GRIFFIN

SEGMENT 19: RINGSIDE:

The camera now takes us back to our commentators, Victor Troy and Paul Ferrara, at ringside.

Troy: Alright ladies and gentlemen, as you can see, it’s now 11:58 p.m., meaning in two minutes, it will be 2005!

Ferrara: It’s been a great year of wrestling here in the PWA, Troy, but I’m ready to usher in the new year!

We then shift into the ring, where ring announcer Lee Palmer informs the crowd of the time and a countdown appears on the Jumbtron. As the time draws closer to midnight, the fans begin counting down. When the clock finally hits 12:00, the Jacksonville Arena erupts, pyro explodes, and “Auld Lang Syne” plays over the speakers. As the celebration of the start of 2005 winds down, we are taken backstage.

Saturday, January 1st, 2005

Jacksonville Veterans Memorial Arena

Jacksonville, Florida

SEGMENT 20: BACKSTAGE:

The camera is set backstage, allowing the audience to see Scott Cornelius standing with a microphone in hand. Beside him are Walter Gindin and the monstrous Solomon. Cornelius is looking very nervous in his presence.

Cornelius: I-I’m here with the PWA Champion Solomon, and his manager, Walter Gindin. You’ll be heading out to defend your title in a few moments to face Jaguar in his hometown, Jacksonville, Florida, in the very first match of 2005. (Loud cheers are heard from the crowd) What are your thoughts before this... (Trails off after noting that Solomon is becoming noticeably angry.)

Solomon: Let me get one thing straight. I am the greatest champion that this company has ever seen. I’ve destroyed the greatest wrestlers in the business, and I intend to keep doing just that. I’m not going out there tonight just to retain my title. I’m merely going out there to add another victory to my ever-growing record of slaughters. To me, Jaguar is no different than any of the other wrestlers that I’ve faced. They have all been targets to me, and Jaguar is the next one that I’m aiming at. Now get out of my way, unless you want to be the next one that I Deep Freeze.

Solomon brushes passed Cornelius and Gindin follows suit. Cornelius quickly moves to the side, obviously petrified at his ominous threat.

SEGMENT 21: JUMBOTRON:

A video package airs, highlighting the world championship confrontation between the undisputed, undefeated world heavyweight champion Solomon and the hometown challenger Jaguar.

SEGMENT 22: MATCH 10: PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP:
SOLOMON © VS. JAGUAR
Referee: Tom Stevens

A bell sounds and we are taken to the center of the ring, where Lee Palmer is standing alongside senior referee Tom Stevens.

Palmer: The following contest is our main event, scheduled for one fall and it is for The PWA Heavyweight Championship of The World! (Crowd cheers)

The crowd's cheers quickly turns to passionate boos as two cannons of blue flames shoot up and Darkseed's "Hear Me" hits the speakers.

Palmer: Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Superagent Walter Gindin, from Barrow, Alaska, standing 7 feet and weighing 300 pounds, he is the undefeated, undisputed PWA Heavyweight Champion of The Worrrrrld, he is....Solllll-omonnnn!

Solomon and Gindin are nearly booed out of the building as they make their march down the long ramp to the ring, but both look intent on making history as they ignore the crowd.

Ferrara: Let me get this straight. Jaguar was just beaten with relative ease by Solomon on Frequency and now in front of his hometown crowd in an environment where he has to win, he says he feels no pressure?! Look at this guy! Has Solomon ever looked more monstrous?!

Troy: I don't think so, and I really don't know what Jaguar meant either. He has to be feeling the pressure somehow.

Solomon sports the title belt on his shoulder and it appears as though it will never leave once he places his mammoth palm across it. He steps over the top rope, swinging the belt before holding it high in the air for all to see. He eventually hands the title over to Gindin and pounds his fist into his opposite palm as his music stops and the camera cuts backstage.

The shot shows Jaguar, walking down the hallway and towards the ring. He grabs a bottle of water and takes a swig of it before swallowing some and spitting out the rest, wetting up his Jacksonville Dolphins baseball jersey. Within moments, the opening sounds of Mannie Fresh's "Real Big" are heard and Jaguar hops up the stairs leading to the ramp as Palmer speaks again.

Palmer: And his opponent and challenger, from Jacksonville, Florida, weighing 253 pounds....this....is....Jaaaaaguarrrrr!

Moments later, Jaguar steps out to an absolutely deafening ovation from his hometown crowd! He walks over to each side of the stage and salutes the crowd before pointing out and posing in front of his exploding fireworks, which engulf the entire length of the stage from side to side.

Troy: This has got to be the loudest ovation I have ever heard!

Ferrara: These people are going nuts!

The flames continue firing up behind Jaguar as he removes his Jacksonville Dolphins jersey and hat, tossing them into the crowd as he makes his way to the ring. Underneath, he sports a newly-designed Carrjack T-shirt and new fire-red tights with bright, white boots. He slaps hands with his uncle, who is holding a baby in the front row before climbing the ring steps and jumping up onto the turnbuckles to acknowledge the crowd even more. He follows suit with all four turnbuckles and steps down from the last one, coming face to face with Solomon as the music abruptly stops.

Troy: Oh boy.

Ferrara: That was an amazing entrance and reception for Jaguar, but now its time for the fun to stop and the real work to begin. If Jaguar is going to leave this building as champion tonight, he must do what no man has done, beat Solomon.

Tom Stevens holds the title belt high in the middle of the ring before handing it off to the timekeeper, who rings the bell. The crowd is on its feet, in a big chant of Jaguar's name as both the champion and challenger circle the ring. They lock up and Solomon scores instantly with a sharp knee to the midsection.

He then clubs Jaguar in the back once, then twice before backing him into the ropes and Irish whipping him. Jaguar ducks under a clothesline, but cannot avoid the huge boot from Solomon that greets him right in the forehead on his return! Jaguar holds his head from the blow and Solomon just throws his arms up into the air to show the booing crowd how easy it is.

Solomon grabs Jaguar by the head and stands him up before sending him right back down with a brutal headbutt. Jaguar falls down to the mat and struggles to get up, seemingly looking for a way out that just isn't there.

Troy: Damn, Solomon is just having his way with Jaguar right now.

Ferrara: Jaguar is the most resilient guy I've seen in a ring, but if Solomon keeps this up, he'll just beat him into a pulp in there.

Solomon grabs Jaguar up by the arm and shoots him into a corner before charging in himself with a massive clothesline! Jaguar crumples to the canvas and Solomon turns him over to attempt a cover. He gets a two count before Jaguar kicks out, but Solomon stays right on him by locking him in a vicious camel clutch.

Troy: A camel clutch from Solomon! That's 300 pounds on the back of Jaguar!

Ferrara: Jaguar has had a history of back problems and putting Solomon's three bills on it for any length of time won't help that at all.

Solomon wrenches in deep and pull up on Jaguar's chin, making the pride of the city wince in agony. The crowd tries to get Jaguar into the match, but he can't even move with Solomon pressed firmly on his lower lumbar region. Jaguar slaps the mat in anguish, but seems to just slip off into oblivion as Tom Stevens lifts his arm once, then twice, but it doesn't fall a third time. Solomon wrenches back even more, but Jaguar finds a way to hook his boot across the bottom rope, constituting a break of the hold!

Troy: Jaguar somehow reached the ropes and Solomon needs to break the hold!

Ferrara: Yes, but without question, the damage has already been done to the lower back of Jaguar. As if he didn't have an advantage already, Solomon has a huge advantage right now!

Jaguar gets to his hands and knees, but falls right back down on his chest when Solomon clubs him hard in the back. Then the champion takes a page out of the book of Andre the Giant himself by simply standing on Jaguar's back and walking right on top of it! Solomon tries another cover for one...two...and Jaguar finds the strength to kick out again!

Solomon is now upset at this point and grabs Jaguar off the mat to toss him into another corner again. He charges at Jaguar, but the challenger moves away at the last second and Solomon smacks his shoulder hard against the ringpost! He reels backwards and Jaguar grabs his trunks down to roll him up for a quick 1,2, but Solomon powers out easily!

Both men get up quickly and Solomon takes a big swipe at Jaguar, but he sidesteps it and nails Solomon with a jumping leg lariat that knocks him down to the mat! Solomon gets up again quickly and charges, but Jaguar takes the advantage by backing up and lifting up only to drop him shortly, chin-first on the top turnbuckle! Solomon's head snaps up and down before he hits the mat with a thud and the crowd gets back into the match as Jaguar heads up to the top rope!

Troy: Jaguar is getting back in it now. He's looking for The Suga Splash!

Ferrara: He's put plenty of guys away with that move. If he can hit it, this one could be over!

Jaguar soars off and connects with The Suga Splash to a huge ovation and gets into position for a cover, but Walter Gindin jumps up onto the ring apron! Not taking a chance, Jaguar goes to knock him down, but turns back once he sees Solomon rising. Solomon gets to his feet, but Jaguar quickly kicks him in the midsection and manages to drill him with Version 1.0!

Troy: Version 1.0! How did he get Solomon up for that?!

Ferrara: I've got no idea, but that back has to be killing him! He needs a cover right now!

Jaguar takes some time in making a cover due to the condition of his back, but once he does, Gindin climbs up on the apron again! Jaguar gets visibly fed up and grabs Gindin by his suit jacket before knocking him down with a heavy, taped right hand. But the distraction proves costly as Solomon gets up, punches him in the spine and slings him on his shoulders before blasting him with The Deep Freeze!

Troy: Deep Freeze! Solomon just connected with The Deep Freeze!

Ferrara: Turn the lights out Jacksonville, this party is over!

Solomon shakes the cobwebs from his head before smiling and making a very cocky cover attempt. Jaguar is motionless as Stevens counts one.....two....but he gets a foot on the ropes just before he counts to three!

Troy: He got a foot on the ropes! Jaguar isn't dead yet!

Solomon flips out at Stevens's ruling and he backs the senior official up into a corner. Stevens tries to reassert his authority, but he plays it smart and slides out of the ring, hoping to cool Solomon off. The champion instead unties the turnbuckle pad and rips off the cover, leaving an exposed steel turnbuckle underneath.

Ferrara: There's that turnbuckle again. We saw what happened earlier with Dawkins and Baccaro.

Troy: And that's why I don't like the sight of it now.

Stevens slides back into the ring and tries to stop Solomon, but The Alaskan monster will have none of it. He hoists Jaguar onto his shoulders to try to drop him in a snake eyes across the turnbuckle, but Jaguar slips behind him and lifts him up to connect with a Carrjack from nowhere!

Troy: Carrjack! Carrjack! Make the cover Jag!

Ferrara: Gindin is up again!

Jaguar gets into the cover and holds Solomon down, but Stevens is too preoccupied with getting the superagent off the apron! He finally realizes Jaguar has made a pin and goes to count one....two....but Solomon kicks out! the crowd groans in unison at the result of the attempt, but an angered Stevens pokes his head through the ropes and whispers something to Lee Palmer, who gets back on the mic.

Palmer: Senior referee Tom Stevens has just informed me that due to excessive outside interference, Walter Gindin is now banned from ringside! He has ten seconds to leave the ringside area, and if he does not, Solomon will be stripped of the PWA Championship!

Troy: There you go Tom! Get him the hell outta here!

The crowd cheers wildly as Gindin throws a fit, but when Stevens' count reaches 8, he quickly scurries up the ramp, through the curtain and out of sight. Back in the ring, Solomon is barely getting off the mat when Jaguar flies into the camera shot and connects with a second Suga Splash, crushing his chest! Jaguar covers again for one....two....and Solomon kicks out again!

Ferrara: He kicked out of another splash!

Troy: Solomon is unreal!

Jaguar cannot believe Solomon kicked out and he responds by stalking him for another Carrjack. Solomon struggles in getting up, but once he does, Jaguar tucks his arm behind him, scoops him up and completely compresses him with a second Carrjack to a huge ovation! Still holding his back, Jaguar rolls over into a cover, hooking both legs and Stevens counts one...............two...........thre-but Solomon powers out again!

Troy: What?! You have got to be kidding me!

Ferrara: Solomon has been hit with two Suga splashes, Version 1.0 and now two Carrjacks and he still refuses to lose! I told you Troy! The man just isn't human!

Troy: What is it going to take for Jaguar?! The man is already spent, his back has got to be killing him immensely and he's in there with a monster, literally!

Jaguar wipes the look of shock off of his face, but doesn't look like he knows what to do next as he lifts Solomon up from the canvas. Before he can decide what to do, Solomon hits him in the gut and scoops him up for another Deep Freeze! He swings Jaguar around, but Jaguar slips out and lands behind him before pushing him forward violently. The force sends Solomon chest-first hard into the exposed turnbuckle and he reels backwards into a third Carrjack!

Troy: Carrjack! Jaguar has now hit three Carrjacks! That's got to be a record for him!

Ferrara: Solomon looks down and out, but so does Jaguar! He can't make a cover!

Jaguar is now writhing in pain on the canvas, holding his lower back again as Solomon barely begins to stir. Instead of going for another cover, Jaguar pulls himself up with help from the ring ropes and then peels Solomon off the mat. The champion is on spaghetti legs as Jaguar gets underneath him again, lifts him up, and plants him with a fourth devastating Carrjack in the middle of the ring! Jaguar hooks the far leg, but feels Solomon trying to push him off. Jaguar then grabs the other leg, hooking both as Stevens get into position to count one..............................two............................three!

Troy: OH MY GOD! Jaguar has done it! Jaguar has done it! He has just pinned Solomon in the middle of the ring and we have a new World Heavyweight Champion!

"Real Big" plays again and Jacksonville Veterans Memorial Arena goes into a total state of euphoria as Tom Stevens rushes to hand Jaguar the championship belt. He presents Jaguar with the gold and the new champion wipes his eyes with are flooded with sweat before he hoists the title high into the air for all to see.

Ferrara: I don't know how he did it, but Jaguar has indeed done it! He's defeated the Alaskan Monster!

Jaguar holds the title high into the air on the turnbuckles as the ring begins to flood with his crew from ringside. They hoist him high onto their shoulders until up the ramp, we see Romeo, sporting an angry look on his face.

Troy: Wait just a minute here. That's Romeo.

Ferrara: He doesn't look too happy Troy!

Troy: Well we all knew how he felt about Jaguar getting this title shot, and now his partner has won it. Now he's making his way to the ring, what's gonna happen here?!

Romeo slowly rolls into the ring as Jaguar is let down back onto his feet. The crowd around them splits apart and backs away as Romeo and Jaguar come face to face. Romeo's stare doesn't shift a single inch as Jaguar's chest heaves from shortness of breath. Romeo, at length, nods his head before touching the title belt and breaking into a huge smile. The crowd cheers as Da Playboi embraces his partner and raises his arm high into the air. "We on Fire" hits again and a huge celebration commences as the new champion straps the title around his waist for the first time in 17 months.

Ferrara: What an unbelievable turn of events! Romeo has just embraced Jaguar and i guess we know how he feels about his partner being the new World Heavyweight Champion.

Troy: I'm still speechless here. It took Version 1.0, two Suga Splashes, and four, yes FOUR Carrjacks, but Jaguar is the brand new PWA Heavyweight Champion of the World and Solomon's ultra-impressive undefeated streak is over. What a night this has been in Jacksonville, but its now a time for celebration! For Paul Ferrara, I'm Victor Troy, saying goodnight from Jacksonville!

WINNER VIA PINFALL AT 20:21 AND NEW PWA WORLD CHAMPION: JAGUAR

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