EPISODE # 2.12
DSC INDOOR ARENA
TUESDAY, JULY 12, 2011
In
lieu of an opening video package, “Live Again” by Ours hits and the opening
credits for PWA: The Rebirth roll. From there, we are taken inside the DSC
Indoor Arena in
The main stage is adorned with a giant screen displaying
As the cheers of the crowd begin to die down, we hear the orchestra strike up
the tune of Saif al Abbad’s entrance music “Aksem.” Moments later,
Saif: Marhaban,
The
Saif: Thank you, everyone! As I have said
many times before, although I am a man with a large fortune, I do not feel that
fortune belongs only to me. It belongs to all of you. So, tonight I have spared
no expense in making sure this is a most delightful event for everyone here,
rich and poor alike. I have flown in from
***
Saif al Abbad exits the ring, and is serenaded up the ramp and backstage by the
voice of Ahlam. The noise from the Dubai crowd is deafening as chants and
cheers continue and we are taken to an ornately carved, gold filigree announce
table, where we see Victor Troy and Randall Buckingham seated on pure gold
chairs with silk cushions.
Troy: Good evening, folks and welcome to
PWA: The Rebirth! We are broadcasting live tonight from
Buckingham:
What are you talking about?! He didn’t even hand out gold coins like he usually
does! If you ask me, this whole entrance was just a loud cry for attention.
Buckingham: … Maybe I can break off one of the arms of this chair.
***
A
video package then airs, recapping the events that closed last week’s broadcast
of The Rebirth, which saw SIN ruin the championship match between PWA Champion
Showtime Damon Savage and Dan Crowley, before SIN co-leader Vulture entered the
ring and declared that he was invoking a little-known clause in the Symphony of
Destruction winner’s contract that allowed him to challenge for the
championship on any televised event of his choosing. Using a loophole, SIN went
around creative director Justin Schenck to secure the shot without any
notification provided to the champion. After this, Vulture defeated a wounded
Showtime to capture his third PWA World Heavyweight Championship and bring the
world title to the Strength In Numbers camp.
***
The
camera then returns to Victor Troy and Randall Buckingham at ringside.
Buckingham: And it didn’t get any better this past weekend on the road. After
last week’s show, Schenck almost immediately signed Vulture to defend the
championship in a triple threat match tonight against both Showtime and Dan
Crowley. However, before we even got there, Schenck booked Vulture in
championship matches the entire weekend at live events leading up to tonight.
Buckingham: The match ended with the entirety of SIN hitting the ring and
absolutely decimating both Showtime and Crowley, an assault so brutal that I
have it on good authority neither man will be able to compete tonight.
Buckingham: What we can say for certain, though, is that the PWA Women’s
Championship will be on the line in a triple threat match, when Lauren Tantalus
defends against former champions Zina and Morgan Day.
Buckingham: The Miracle Mike Troha will make his PWA: The Rebirth in-ring debut
against Jon Dulberg, something I’m really looking forward to.
***
With
that, “Body Ya” by Fabolous hits the speakers and the fans begin cheering as
Rich Revis makes his energetic entrance!
Buckingham: Revis had himself an impressive little run in the battle royal last
week and came close to earning a shot at the International Championship, but
John Wolfe outsmarted him and Revis is going to have to work his way up the
ladder now.
Troy: I wouldn’t exactly say that Wolfe outsmarted him, Randall. Cheated him
would be more accurate.
Buckingham: Who’s the number one contender,
Troy: John Wolfe, but—
Buckingham: He outsmarted him.
Revis enters the ring and awaits the arrival of his opposition, something
that takes place moments later when “More Human Than Human” by White Zombie
hits and the Synergy duo of The Omega and Darrin Giles makes its way to the
ring to a chorus of boos.
Buckingham: This is a new low for you,
The Omega hits the ring and immediately goes at it with Revis, prompting
the bell to sound.
RICH REVIS VS. THE OMEGA
Referee: Jose Soares
The
Omega develops the early advantage, pounding away on Revis with a series of
clubbing blows, keeping him off base. He then whips Revis off the ropes but
telegraphs his back body drop attempt, putting his head down, which allows
Revis to counter with a jumping DDT! Omega then stumbles to his feet, just in
time for Revis to charge in on him and flatten him to the mat with a running
shoulderblock! Then, when The Omega rises again, Revis grabs him and destroys
him with a running powerslam! Revis goes for the cover, but Giles immediately
jumps onto the apron to distract the referee!
Buckingham: Give him a chance,
Revis doesn’t take too kindly to Giles’ distraction, breaking his cover of
Omega to charge Giles and shoulderblock him right off the apron! He then turns
around to meet a charging Omega, but ducks under his clothesline and
immediately counters with a vicious Wasteland! Revis covers… one, two, three!
The fans cheer as “Body Ya” replays over the speakers and Revis celebrates
his inaugural Rebirth victory. We then head to commercial.
WINNER VIA PINFALL AT 2:22 – RICH REVIS
-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --
Back
from commercial, a black stretch limousine pulls into the parking lot. When the
door opens, the members of Strength In Numbers emerge from it, first Greg
Tantalus, followed by Markus Krieg, then John Wolfe, then Alexis Duval, then
Chris Duval, and then the PWA World Heavyweight Champion Vulture, who is
dressed in a black suit, red shirt, black tie, and pair of red lens Aviator
sunglasses. The group then enters the facility through the back entrance, but
as soon as they do, they are approached by backstage reporter Traci Reed, who
heads straight for the champion.
Traci: Vulture! Can I have just a minute
of your time?
She is immediately cut off, however, by Greg Tantalus.
Tantalus: What the hell is wrong with
you?! You don’t just sneak up on us like that! Now, if you have a question, you
can address the group.
Traci: Well, I just wanted to get a statement regarding the events of last
night’s show in
Tantalus: Our thoughts are that Showtime and Crowley got what was coming to
them last night, and I don’t expect there to be a championship match tonight.
Vulture: Traci, what we did last night was a response to the tyranny of Justin
Schenck. We outsmarted him, and his response was to do everything in his power
to make sure the world championship would be back out of SIN by the end of
tonight. So last night, we threw a monkey wrench into his plan. He can continue
to advertise a championship match tonight if he likes. There won’t be one. You
can count on that.
With that, SIN walks off.
***
The
camera shifts to another portion of the backstage area, where PWA International
Champion Chase Stone is walking through the halls. However, he slows down when he
crosses paths with Hollywood Mike Griffin. The two stare at one another for
several moments before either begins speaking.
Stone:
Stone: Seems like we’ve been on the same side since you’ve come back.
Stone: I think we’re gonna need to put
all of that in the past. I’m sure you aren’t exactly thrilled with your
decision to reform TFU with Tantalus right now either.
Stone: I don’t think I can disagree there. Tell you what. Why don’t we settle
our differences the old fashioned way… in the ring, right here next week.
Stone: I’ll even put the International
title on the line.
Stone glares at
Stone: I insist.
The two stare each other down for several moments before exiting in
opposite directions.
--
COMMERCIAL BREAK --
Back
from break, “Demons” by Aria blares onto the speakers and Zina begins making
her way to the ring, an intense glare on her face as she does so.
Troy: Alright folks, we’re about to see
the Women’s Championship defended in a triple threat match, and it should be a
doozy!
Buckingham: I have to say, Troy, it just doesn’t seem right for Zina to be
walking out here without the Women’s Championship. I have to think that wrong
will be righted here tonight.
Moments later, “Hysteria” by Muse hits and Morgan Day begins her march to
the ring to a loud ovation from the
Troy: This really has developed into an
intense rivalry, Randall. Zina reigned as undefeated Women’s Champion for
nearly one year before being pinned by Morgan Day in the triangle elimination
match at Symphony of Destruction.
Buckingham: And I’m sure Zina has designs on avenging that defeat here tonight.
As the staredown continues, “Free” by VAST hits the speakers and the PWA
Women’s Champion Lauren Tantalus makes her way to the ring to a wave of cheers.
Buckingham: Basically, the two women in the ring challenging for the title
don’t think the champion deserves to have it.
Buckingham: And if those rules were in effect at the SOD, Morgan Day would be
champion right now. But with that said, I think this is Zina’s night tonight.
When Lauren enters the ring and hands the championship belt to referee Dan
Martin, ring announcer Lee Palmer begins the introductions.
Introducing first, one of the challengers,
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Her opponent and challenger, from
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PWA WOMEN’S CHAMPIONSHIP – TRIPLE THREAT
MATCH:
LAUREN TANTALUS (champion) VS. MORGAN DAY (challenger) VS. ZINA (challenger)
Referee: Dan Martin
As
soon as the bell sounds, Morgan and Lauren go right for Zina, immediately
engaging in a brutal two-on-0ne assault! Though Morgan and Lauren are able to
keep Zina at bay for the short term, the
Buckingham: It’s destiny,
Zina keeps the pressure mounted on Lauren, but before she can flatten her
with a ura-nage, Morgan re-enters the ring and downs her with a chop block!
With Zina off her feet, Morgan and Lauren get to work to try to keep her there,
stomping away on her until Zina gathers the strength to get herself back to a
vertical base. At that point, Morgan and Lauren grab Zina and whip her against
the ropes, but Zina flattens both of them with a double clothesline on the
rebound!
With Morgan and Lauren down, Zina lifts them both off the mat and heaves them
against the ropes, trying to propel both of them out of the ring. However,
Morgan and Lauren are able to reverse the momentum and send Zina hurdling to
the outside instead!
Buckingham: Whatever.
With Zina gone from the ring, Morgan and Lauren turn their attention to
each other, battling it out furiously. Morgan attempts a roundhouse kick to the
face, but Lauren ducks under it and downs Morgan with a back suplex instead.
Then, Lauren climbs to the top rope and nails the rising Morgan with a diving
reverse elbow, sending her backwards into the ropes.
However, at this moment, Zina re-enters the ring and downs the Women’s Champion
with a hard shoulderblock before taunting her opponents with a frightening war
dance. She then lets out a guttural yell and turns her attention to Morgan.
Buckingham: She’d better get out of the way!
With Morgan still backed against the ropes, Zina charges her, looking for the
Siberian Express, but at the last moment, Morgan sidesteps her, causing Zina to
straddle the top rope and tumble over it to the outside! However, as soon as
Morgan turns around inside the ring, Lauren grabs her in position for the Tiger
Driver!
Buckingham: Morgan needs to find a way to do what she couldn’t at the SOD, or
Lauren is seconds away from retaining her title!
Lauren lifts Morgan for the move, but at the last second, Morgan is able to
counter her way out of it with a hurricanrana! Both women pop right back to
their feet, but Morgan is prepared with a roundhouse kick that connects square
in the side of Lauren’s head, sending her smacking down to the mat like a ton
of bricks!
Buckingham: Damn! That HAD to hurt!
Wasting little time, Morgan lifts Lauren’s legs, trying to apply her
Sharpshooter submission finisher. However, in an act of total desperation,
Lauren reaches up and ties Morgan in a small package! One, two, and Morgan just
gets the shoulder up!
Morgan pops right back to her feet, but Lauren is slow to hers. When the
champion reaches her feet, it is clear that her eyes are glazed over.
Buckingham: She might have suffered a concussion.
Troy: Yeah, but that would be particularly troubling news for Lauren, who lost
two years of her career to a severe concussion suffered in late 2004.
Morgan hesitates for just a moment when she notices Lauren’s condition, but
in that moment, Lauren instinctively grabs her, looking for the Tiger Driver!
However, Morgan counters out and, in one fell swoop, blasts Lauren with the
Daybreak, driving her skull into the canvas!
Lauren goes out like a light, but before Morgan can even attempt a cover, she
turns around, walking right into the Siberian Express from Zina, who has just
returned to the ring! Zina immediately covers Morgan, hooking the leg tightly…
one, two, three!
Buckingham: That sure does suck for Morgan, but I have to say, Troy, I am
thrilled to have the championship back where it belongs! I can only hope Zina’s
second reign is as awesome as her first!
Troy: But on a serious note, as great as this moment is for Zina, and as
horrible as it is for Morgan Day, there should be some concern at this moment
for Lauren Tantalus, who I fear might have suffered another concussion. Let’s
hope it’s nothing serious.
Buckingham: Stop being a downer,
Zina lets out a guttural yell as “Demons” replays and she is handed back
the Women’s Championship belt that she lost less than two months ago. Clutching
the belt closely, Zina rolls out of the ring and walks to the backstage area,
pumped up beyond belief.
Meanwhile, as officials tend to the fallen Lauren, Morgan sits in the corner,
her back propped against the turnbuckles, cursing under her breath and shaking
her head, in complete disbelief that what happened at the Symphony of
Destruction just happened again. The frustration on her face is beyond evident
as Morgan realizes her brief window of opportunity has closed; the tyrant is
back on top in the women’s division.
WINNER VIA PINFALL AT 7:05 AND NEW WOMEN’S
CHAMPION – ZINA
-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --
In
the backstage area, we see Kemi Okoro chatting with a makeup artist when Keiko
Ishida storms onto the scene, grabs Kemi’s arm, and spins her around. The two
rivals then stare each other down before Kemi begins speaking.
Kemi: Can I help you?
Keiko: I just thought you should hear it from me that next week, finally, we’re
going to do battle in the ring, one-on-one, no complications, no excuses. And
Kemi, believe me, I’m coming for blood.
Kemi: You can come for whatever you want, but you’re not leaving with a
victory.
The staredown continues for several moments before Keiko begins to back up.
Keiko: I’ll see you next week.
Keiko then turns around and Kemi does the same. Ishida begins walking away,
but stops short, cocks her fist, and spins Kemi back around, only to find Kemi
with a cocked fist as well. Keiko then simply smirks and exits without saying
another word.
***
As we
return from the break, “You Don’t Know” by Eminem and 50 Cent hits the speakers
and the crowd gives a warm ovation to Paul Dawkins and Renegade as they march
through the curtain and towards the ring.
Troy: Alright, ladies and gentleman, we’ve got a big six-man tag coming up, and
here come Paul Dawkins and Renegade. This will be a good tune-up for them as
they prepare for their title shot against Texas Justice next week.
Buckingham: Tune-up? For Dawkins and Renegade? Are you listening to yourself
speak,
As the former Tag Team Champions enter the ring, “My Avenue” by Lil Boosie Bad
Azz, Lil Phat, and Lil Trill takes over, thumping through the speakers as
Jaguar emerges to a thunderous ovation! The multi-time PWA Champion salutes the
Buckingham: He does, but what does that
really mean? Let’s face it: just like Dawkins and Renegade, this guy is
fighting a war he cannot win against Texas Justice. Instead of just stepping
aside and letting them shine, he continues to just be an irritant. Last week,
he cost them both a shot at the International Championship!
Buckingham: He initially came out to end his own career anyway; they just tried
to give him a little assist!
After Jaguar enters the ring and poses on the turnbuckles, he greets his
partners and waits for their opposition. “Da Repercussions” by 50 Cent hits and
boos pour in for Michael Grieco as Dee Licious leads him out onto the stage.
Grieco poses atop the stage, flexing his muscles and mouthing inaudible words
in Jaguar’s direction. As “Mouth For War“ by Pantera takes over, the jeers grow
in volume as Texas Justice emerges from the entrance, with the Tag Team
Championship belts gleaming from the waists of Maddox Tate and Pitbull.
Buckingham: Now here is a real team!
SIX-MAN TAG TEAM MATCH:
PWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS TEXAS JUSTICE & MICHAEL GRIECO VS. JAGUAR, PAUL
DAWKINS & RENEGADE
Referee: Matt Hansen
Pitbull and Maddox Tate scramble to remove their belts as Dawkins, Renegade,
and Jaguar leave the ring and charge them on the ramp! A brawl breaks out with
Dawkins going at it with Tate, and Pitbull being double-teamed by Jaguar and
Renegade, until Grieco clubs Jaguar in the back and tosses him into the
security wall! Referee Matt Hansen charges at the group, demanding they enter
the ring, but his cries fall upon deaf ears as the top two tag teams in the PWA
continue to slug it out.
With Jaguar momentarily incapacitated, Grieco turns his attention to Dawkins to
assist Tate in corralling the bigger half of their opposing team. They roll him
into the ring, and Tate climbs in also, finally allowing the bell to sound as
things break up outside the ring.
Troy: After that opening slugfest, we now have Maddox Tate in the ring to start
against Paul Dawkins, the man we presume was taken out by Texas Justice as last
month’s Symphony of Destruction.
Buckingham: Even if he was, it’s hard to gain revenge on the mat.
Tate stomps away on Dawkins as the former International and Tag Team Champion
struggles to get to a vertical base. He reaches his knees but is blasted with a
big right hand that puts him back down. Tate then mocks the crowd for a bit
before grabbing Dawkins off the mat. He hooks him up for a vertical suplex, and
then nails it with precision before attempting a cover for a short two count.
After the near-fall he tags in Grieco. The Staten Island Strongman rumbles into
the ring looking to do damage, but only does it to his nose, as Dawkins trips
him with a drop toehold. Grieco rushes to get up quickly, but is planted down
with a Scud Missile to the back of the head by the athletic Dawkins! Dawkins
also makes a quick pin attempt that Grieco escapes at two, prompting a tag to
Renegade.
Renegade sends Grieco into the ropes with an Irish whip, looking for a
clothesline, but Grieco blocks it on the return and scores with a
belly-to-belly suplex. Looking for a breather, he then tags Pitbull
into the match.
Buckingham: Here comes Pitbull, and this guy is just that,
The bald-headed Texan enters the ring and rakes the eyes of Renegade before
driving him into a neutral corner, where he connects with five hard shoulder
thrusts to the gut. Renegade gasps for air as the official demands a break from
the corner action. Pitbull backs off a bit before charging again, but Renegade
swiftly slips through the ropes and drops back, connecting with both boots to
the cranium, knocking Pitbull down to the mat!
Renegade rolls back into the ring and both dazed competitors look for tags.
Pitbull is able to bring Grieco back in, but before Grieco can reach him,
Renegade does the same to Dawkins!
Grieco enters the ring and is immediately floored with a clothesline. Dawkins
continues his momentum and drills Tate on the apron with a forearm that drops
him to the arena floor, although he is able to remain standing. Pitbull creeps
up behind Dawkins to attempt a punch but it’s ducked, and the moment he turns
around, Pitbull is driven to the same arena floor by a Renegade clothesline!
Renegade drops to the floor, looking to press the advantage and gain some
revenge on the champions outside the ring, as Grieco stalks Dawkins from behind
to connect with a clubbing blow to the back. He then grabs the
Buckingham: Are you serious?! He looked like a freaking condor flying out of
the ring!
As Grieco looks on at the action outside the ring, Jaguar quietly creeps up
behind him. Grieco spins around and tries a punch, but he is quickly scooped up
and slammed to the mat, head and neck first, accordion style, as Jaguar
connects with a vicious Carrjack in the middle of the ring! Grieco's legs are
still in the air like a dead bug, and Dee Licious can only look on as Jag
stacks him up for one, two, and three!
Buckingham: Unfortunately, the result is the same as it was last August for
Grieco, but what a fight this was,
WINNERS VIA PINFALL AT 9:14 – JAGUAR, PAUL
DAWKINS & RENEGADE
As
"My Avenue" replays, both teams continue to rumble outside the ring.
Jaguar notices and slides out to grab a chair from ringside. Looking to exact
revenge in his own right, Tate and Pitbull break away from Dawkins and Renegade
before their partner can do real damage with the weapon. As Texas Justice
retreats, Dawkins and Renegade motion that the tag titles will be theirs for
the third time next week.
--
COMMERCIAL BREAK --
We
are taken to ringside where our ring announcer Lee Palmer is standing by.
Palmer: Ladies and gentlemen, courtesy of
Saif al Abbad, it is now time for our very special intermission!
Buckingham:
I hope this makes up for his crappy entrance earlier tonight.
Buckingham:
You never will,
With
the announcement, the orchestra located at the side of the stage starts playing
a fast-paced Arabic tune as Saif al Abbad emerges from behind the curtains
riding a camel! As Saif makes his way down the ramp, he is flanked on both
sides by a bevy of beautiful Arab women. The women are dressed in colorful
beaded bras and brightly colored skirts, with scarves laden with gold coins
hanging around their trim waistlines. Atop his camel, Saif carries a large
velvet sack, from which he is flinging pure gold coins into the crowd.
Buckingham: Oh boy! He must have heard me
earlier! Saif! Saif! I want gold! I want GOLD!
Saif al Abbad rides the camel to ringside, at which point he dismounts and
an attendant brings the camel backstage. Saif begins personally handing out
gold coins to each one of the Afghani children seated in the front rows. Their
faces are beaming with happiness and excitement. Saif circles his way around
the entire ring, stopping in front of the announce table to hand both Troy and
Buckingham some gold coins before carefully making his way up the steps and
into the ring, microphone in tow.
Saif: Ladies and gentlemen, I am most
pleased to offer you as part of the intermission this evening, a tantalizing
and seductive performance from the world renowned Turkish Belly Dance Troupe!
The scantily clad exotic young women enter the ring and form two circles in
the ring, a small inner circle of about five women and a larger outer circle of
10 women. As the orchestra changes tunes, strong drum beats begin to play and
all the women shake their hips in unison to the rhythm, their waists jingling
from the gold coins.
Buckingham: I take back what I said earlier about Saif! He truly is the MOST
generous man I have EVER met! SO. FREAKING. GENEROUS!
Saif: Well thank you Victor, and thank you, Randall. I am so pleased that you
are both here in my home country to share some of my culture and partake in the
festivities.
Buckingham: Well Saif, I have to say, when it comes to entertainment, you know
exactly how to hook a man like myself. First you throw money at me and then you
have beautiful half-naked women parading around in front of me. I mean, usually
I’m throwing money at them so it’s a nice change of pace.
Saif: Mr. Buckingham, do not compare these women to the strippers that you
associate with in the States. The art of the belly dance is a distinguished
form of entertainment that dates back many centuries.
Buckingham: Of course, Saif. Of course. Whatever you say.
Saif: Do not make me regret giving you the gold coin.
Buckingham: NO REFUNDS!
Suddenly, the belly dancers are interrupted by Dexter P. Wellington
marching down to the ring and entering the squared circle. He appears
infuriated as he rips a microphone away from Lee Palmer and begins screaming
for the music to stop. It does just that, and the belly dancers disperse. Saif
puts down his headset and stands up from his seat.
Wellington: You know, Saif, I had real high hopes for you
when you came to the PWA. I thought finally there would be a man in the company
who I could relate to. A man that had the same taste for the finer things in
life. A man who knew he deserved every drop of that fortune that he had coming
to him. But I have to say, you have been nothing but a disappointment to me
since the day you arrived. You know what you do to all the rich people in the
world, Saif? You make us look bad. You know why? Because you get your
satisfaction from giving away all your money to those less fortunate than you.
You think it makes you look like a good, generous guy if you give away your
money, but you know what you’ll become? A weak pushover that everyone is going
to take advantage of. Have you ever heard the phrase “give someone an inch, and
they’ll take a mile?” Well that’s what’s going to happen, Saif. People are
selfish and undeserving and they are going to walk all over you. And when you
are left with nothing, then I’ll say “I told you so.”
But why wait for that day to come? I’m so sick of your antics and tonight’s
display has been the straw that broke the camel’s back… pun intended. I would
relish nothing more than to beat your ass into the ground, especially here in
your precious
Before Saif has a chance to respond, “Reason to Hate Me” by Krayzie Bone
hits the speakers and PWA creative director Justin Schenck emerges from behind
the curtain.
Schenck:
So basically what you’re saying, Dex, is that you want to face Saif al Abbad in
a number one contender’s match for the next shot at the Progressive title?
Would everyone like to see that match tonight?
The
Schenck (smirking): Well, I’m not gonna
give you that match.
The fans boo.
Schenck: What I AM going to give you,
however, is a Progressive Championship match featuring the current champion
Matthew Magellan against our new number one contender… SAIF AL ABBAD!
The
Schenck: Well Dex, if my memory serves me correctly, and I know that it does,
Saif pinned you during the six-man tag match at the Symphony of Destruction, so
as far as I can tell, that puts him ahead of you in the rankings and means that
he is deserving of the title shot, not you!
--
COMMERCIAL BREAK --
We
return from break backstage, where reporter Traci Reed is standing with the PWA
creative director, Justin Schenck.
Traci: Mr. Schenck, moments ago, you
signed a Progressive Championship match for later this evening, with Matthew
Magellan defending the gold against Saif al Abbad. With that said, are we to
now assume that the other title defense you had scheduled -- the triple threat
match between Vulture, Showtime Damon Savage, and Dan Crowley for the PWA World
Heavyweight Championship in a triple threat match -- will not be taking place?
Are Showtime and
Schenck: Well Traci, I can’t say with
certitude that Showtime and
Schenck turns and walks away from the backstage reporter, straightening his tie
as we head to commercial break.
***
Back
from break, “Welcome Home” by Coheed and Cambria hits the speakers and the
Troy: Alright folks, we have an
interesting match for you right here, and you’ll notice I’m sure that Jon
Dulberg is on his way out here alone.
Buckingham: From what we’ve been told, Kerry Cox suffered an injury at the
hands of GI Jew last week when Jew Gored him completely out of the blue during
the battle royal.
Buckingham: He had it coming,
Buckingham: He shouldn’t have even been at ringside. He should just go away. No
one wants to see him anymore. GI Jew’s actions spoke for all of us.
As Dulberg settles himself in the ring, “The Miracle” by Queen hits the
speakers and the fans begin booing as the arena goes dark. A spotlight then
shines on The Miracle Mike Troha, who emerges alongside his manager The
Standard Sleaze Don Cerrone. Decked all in white, Troha walks through white
smoke, taking an obnoxiously long time to reach the ring.
Troy: You know, Mike Troha was always one
of the most egotistical wrestlers on the PWA roster when he was here the first
time around, but it looks like that ego of his has grown by leaps and bounds in
his absence.
Buckingham: I would assume that’s the positive influence of Don Cerrone at
work.
Finally, Troha enters the ring and, when he sees that Dulberg is raring to
go, The Miracle stalls for as long as possible to move to the center of the
ring to get the match started. Ultimately, Dulberg can take no more and begins
the match with a slap to Troha’s face!
Buckingham: What a cheap shot!
THE MIRACLE MIKE TROHA VS. JON DULBERG
Referee: Tom Stevens
Dulberg
pours on the pressure in the early stages of the match, keeping Troha off
balance with a series of hard lefts and rights, making it difficult for him to
get his bearings. However, when Don Cerrone grabs onto Dulberg’s foot, the
Human Highlight decides to shift his focus to The Standard Sleaze.
Dulberg exits the ring after Cerrone, chasing him all around the squared circle!
Finally, Cerrone slides into the ring and Dulberg slides in after him, only to
be nearly decapitated by a vicious clothesline from The Miracle. Cerrone then
re-takes his place on the outside, rooting on his charge.
Buckingham: That’s interesting, because I consider Don Cerrone the greatest man
I’ve ever met, next to myself of course.
The Miracle now takes complete control of the contest, stomping away on
Dulberg viciously before locking on a single-leg Boston Crab and wrenching back
on it forcefully. Dulberg does everything in his power to reach the ropes, and
ultimately, he is able to do so. Troha runs the referee’s count to four before
breaking the hold and then follows that up by overwhelming Troha with a series
of repeated elbow drops.
Dulberg is slow to his feet, but Troha whips him into the corner and follows
him in with a thunderous clothesline. Dulberg staggers out of the corner and
Troha downs him with a hard back suplex. Then, Troha gets down on his knees and
looks to the heavens before signaling that the end is near.
Buckingham: Sure. He could be you.
Troha grabs Dulberg’s arms as he rises, looking for the Suburban Slam, but
Dulberg is able to reverse out of it and attempt the Walk-Off, only for Troha
to block it. The Miracle then attempts a clothesline, but Dulberg ducks under
it and nails him with the Tiebreaker!
With Troha down, Dulberg signals for the Walk-Off and moves into position.
However, before he can attempt it, Don Cerrone jumps onto the apron and begins
shouting at Dulberg, raising the Human Highlight’s ire. This distraction proves
to be all Troha needs, as he shakes off the cobwebs, gets to his feet, spins
Dulberg around, and drills him with Divine Intervention, his emerald fusion
finisher! Troha covers… one, two, three.
Buckingham: What an effective manager! And what a win for Mike Troha!
Buckingham: If Kerry Cox were here, there’d be an awful smell of Bengay in the
locker room that would linger all day. Trust me. We’re better off this way.
WINNER VIA PINFALL AT 4:06 – THE MIRACLE
MIKE TROHA
The
fans boo loudly as “The Miracle” replays and Troha is announced the winner, but
the boos only increase in volume when Troha decides he’s not yet finished with Dulberg.
As Cerrone shouts words of encouragement, The Miracle slaps on the Mental
Miracle, his signature head vice. Troha squeezes on Dulberg, trying to crush
his skull, and Cerrone even gets a few shots in for good measure. However,
before things can spiral out of control, the Modern-Day Samurai Scythe rushes
down the aisle to a huge ovation, making a beeline for Troha and Cerrone!
Buckingham: Not if they can outrun him!
Cerrone spots Scythe first, prompting Troha to release the hold and both men to
escape through the crowd. By the time Scythe hits the ring, both The Miracle
and The Standard Sleaze are long gone, running through the stands to make their
escape. Scythe then helps Dulberg to his feet and checks on him as “With You”
by
--
COMMERCIAL BREAK --
Back
from break, we are taken backstage,
where we see reporter Scott Cornelius rushing past crew members to catch up to
former PWA World Heavyweight Champion Anthony Failla.
Cornelius: Mr. Failla, ever since last
week, word around the locker room is that many of your peers are excited that
you have seemingly joined the fight against SIN. What are your thoughts on this?
Failla stops dead in his tracks, turns around, and threateningly stares
Cornelius down.
Failla: Let’s get something straight
here. I’m not joining ANYTHING. To be perfectly honest, I don’t give a damn
about anyone else that’s battling SIN, and that includes Justin Schenck. And
I’m not against SIN because of what they stand for, or any other moral crap
like that. They have made an enemy of me for one reason and one reason only,
and that’s because they made the mistake of targeting me at the Symphony of Destruction.
I KNOW that I would have lasted the rest of the match and gone on to win the
SOD if they didn’t put a target on my back. Now, I’ve put targets on all of
theirs.
So stop spreading these ridiculous rumors that I’ve chosen sides and joined the
charge against SIN. The only side I’m on is my own. And with help or without
it, I’m going to finish what SIN started.
The interview is then interrupted by the arrival of SIN member Markus Krieg,
who walks over and stares down at the slightly smaller Failla, an awesome sight
considering the imposing stature of both men. Krieg rips the microphone out of
Cornelius’ hand.
Krieg: Failla, the only thing that is going to be finished... is YOU!
Suddenly, Anthony Failla is attacked from behind by Chris Duval and John Wolfe!
Failla is momentarily stunned but gets back up, peppering Duval and Wolfe with
lefts and rights to fend them off. The three men continue to slug it out in the
backstage area until Chase Stone and Mike Griffin come running down the hallway
from opposite directions to help even the odds.
***
Back from break, “Minas de Cobre” by Calexico hits the
speakers and Juan Pablo Alvarez enters from the back, the fans booing his
arrival.
Walking down the ramp, Alvarez notices
a young fan who is holding a homemade sign adorned with a dragon and a rising
sun for Asai Moon. The mere sight of the sign seems to enrage JPA and he
snatches it from the fan, tears it up, and throws the pieces in the air behind
him!
Next up, “Betrayal” by Lita Ford hits the arena as Fenix Clarke enters with
Emily Walker, his manager, at his side.
Troy: In a match where three of the four competitors are VERY well-versed
with each other’s styles and abilities, we have the mysterious newcomer Fenix Clarke,
Randall, a man who should certainly prove to be the x-factor here. This will be
his first televised match here in the PWA that involves less than 20 other
competitors. Nonetheless, I’m sure Paul Epton will be anxious to get his hands
on him.
Buckingham: Well, I would be too if I
were Epton. Clarke DID cost him the Progressive Championship. But Epton can't
be hasty either,
The fans boo the duo, but Fenix ignores them as he points to the sky, while
Buckingham: What a contrast between these two,
Clarke enters the ring and quietly acknowledges Alvarez, who is stewing in
the corner, clearly ready for the challenge ahead. Emily stays on the ring
apron, her arms draped suggestively around Clarke.
Just then, the capacity crowd erupts as “Merciless Cult” by Dir en Grey hits
and Asai Moon excitedly emerges from behind the curtain! The young cruiserweight
ceremoniously bows to the capacity crowd and whips up into a backflip,
eliciting cheers from the fans!
Moon walks down the ramp and sees the pieces of the young fan’s sign on the
floor, looks to JPA in the ring, and then looks for the fan whose sign Alvarez
destroyed. Finding him, he bows to the fan, takes off the elbow pad that Moon
uses for his signature elbow drop, and hands it to him!
Buckingham: Whatever. He'll probably sell it on eBay, the little twerp.
Buckingham: Asai Moon and Juan Pablo
Alvarez may have quite a bit of animosity towards each other, but at least we
understand their beef. But the issue here between Paul Epton, Fenix Clarke, and
Emily Walker… your guess is as good as mine.
Epton meets with Moon at the foot of the ring while, inside, Emily Walker
can be seen running her hands across Clarke's chest, a devilish smile on her
face, as the trio awaits the entrance of their opponents. Epton, who has barely
taken his eyes off the couple in the ring the whole time, simply slaps Moon in
the back and takes his place on the apron.
Emily tugs at Clarke as she drops down to ringside, and Fenix takes his
position on the ring apron, electing Alvarez to start the match with his rival.
With each wrestler in their respective positions, referee Matt Hansen calls for
the bell and the match gets underway.
PAUL EPTON & ASAI MOON VS. JUAN
PABLO ALVAREZ & FENIX CLARKE
Referee: Matt Hansen
Moon
is understandably cautious as he approaches JPA, but his opponent closes the
gap fast, and the two end up grappling for control. Moon wins the contest with
an elbow to Alvarez's gut and follows up with a quick drop toehold. Moon then
turns and bounces off the ropes, but on his return, JPA pops up and rolls Moon
up for a quick pin attempt. Asai kicks out at one, however, and reverses to his
own pin, which Alvarez kicks out of and both men stand up.
Asai kicks Alvarez in the gut and Irish whips him into the ropes. Moon dives
through JPA's legs on the rebound, but Alvarez bounces off the ropes again and
leapfrogs Moon. JPA then hits the ropes again, but holds onto them and tags in
Fenix Clarke. Moon however is expecting JPA to return and drops to the ground
again, only to get up and meet the business end of a Clarke springboard
dropkick!
Buckingham: A huge mistake by Asai Moon. You need to keep your head up in a
tag match!
Fenix stays in firm control of the bout, stomping on the legs of the
Japanese sensation, following it up with a leg DDT for good measure. The whole
time, Fenix barely takes his eyes off of Epton, who is now dying to get in the
ring, leaning over the ropes and pushing for Moon to make a tag.
Clarke decides to put some pressure on the upper body of Moon next,
wrenching on the neck of the superstar in a camel clutch, smirking at and
taunting Epton for good measure.
Buckingham: This is it! Moon needs to
find a way to get to his corner or this match is over!
Pushing on all his reserves, Moon manages to get to his hands and knees
with Clarke on top of him and starts crawling to his corner! Clarke wrenches
back even further on the neck, but the shift in weight allows Moon to get to
his feet and fall backwards, smashing Clarke into the mat and releasing the
hold! Moon then dives to his corner and tags in Epton, much to the delight of
the capacity crowd!
Epton rushes over to Clarke and shoulder-charges him to the mat before he can
regain his footing. He then turns his attention to Alvarez on the ring apron,
rushing over and knocking him off, launching Alvarez into the barricade!
Epton keeps the pressure mounted, delivering an Irish whip to Clarke and
downing him with an arm drag on the return! Alvarez is finally starting to
recover and attempts to get back up on the ring apron, but Epton spots this and
Irish whips Clarke into the ropes again, knocking Alvarez to the ground once
more! Epton then shouts to the crowd, which roars back in approval.
Epton quickly runs at a rising Fenix Clarke attempting and hitting his
corkscrew neckbreaker… but the completion of the move has taken Epton right to
his opponents' corner, where he is met with the speedy and resilient Alvarez
returning to his position. Alvarez downs Epton with a forearm shot to the head,
but this injustice prompts Asai Moon to charge into the ring and dropkick JPA
off the apron! Then, after seeking and receiving the approval of the crowd,
Moon gets a running start and leaps over the top rope, nailing Alvarez on the
outside with a corkscrew plancha!
Now on his feet, Epton sees Clarke starting to stir, so he keeps him
grounded with a standing moonsault before pulling him into position and scaling
the ropes for his shooting star press finisher! Seeing this, Emily runs over to
the corner where Epton is perched and grabs onto his leg, preventing the former
Progressive Champion from performing the move!
Buckingham: It looks like she's pleading with Epton to stop! What a great
manager, trying to prevent her superstar from being harmed!
Emily continues her plea as Epton tries to shake her off without losing his
balance. Suddenly, however, Emily lets go of Epton's leg and smiles a
devilishly. Confused, Epton turns his head back around, but instead of seeing
Clarke's body on the mat, he is met by Clarke's boot, as his opponent delivers
a standing side kick that stuns Epton on the top rope.
Buckingham: Fenix Clarke is never alone as long as Emily Walker is ringside!
Wasting no time, Clarke hops up the turnbuckle, grabs Epton, and jumps
backwards, driving Epton's face right across his knees, exactly as he did when
he cost Epton the Progressive Championship!
Buckingham: That's the Black Tear Fall,
Troy: And both times, Emily Walker is the one who's made landing that move
possible!
Buckingham: Stop boring us with your details,
With both Asai Moon and Juan Pablo Alvarez still struggling to their feet
on the outside, Clarke covers Epton and Matt Hansen counts… one, two, three.
Hansen calls for the bell and Emily Walker slides into the ring to celebrate
the victory with her charge, the crowd showering them with boos as Emily raises
Clarke's hand. Before the two leave, Emily motions for Clarke to lift up Epton.
When he does so, Emily fiercely slaps Epton across the face, and Clarke drops
the superstar to the ground once more. Emily then grabs Clarke by the arm,
kisses him on the cheek, and leads him to the back, leaving the three other
competitors to recover.
WINNERS VIA PINFALL AT 10:43 – JUAN PABLO
ALVAREZ & FENIX CLARKE
-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --
Back
from break, the cameras catch Solomon powering down a backstage hallway, a
sneer practically glued onto his face. A backstage assistant approaches and the
sneer grows larger.
Assistant: Excuse me, Mr. Solomon. May I
have a minute? I was just wondering if—
Before the assistant can speak even another word, Solomon grabs him by the
throat and heaves him right through the catering table!
Solomon: Did I say you could have that
minute?! I didn’t think so!
Solomon then continues down the hallway until he comes face to face with GI
Jew. The two stare each other down for a
long period of time before either makes a move. Finally, it is the Alaskan
Monster who speaks.
Solomon: Is there a point to this or are
you just standing in my way to disgust me with your ugly face?
Jew: I have nothing to say to you, Solomon. But now that we’re here, I might as
well make it clear to you that we’re done… for now.
Solomon: Is that so? You know, I don’t think I got that memo.
Jew: Well, you’re getting it now. While you waste your time playing Wile E.
Coyote to Evan Black’s Road Runner, I’m going to occupy myself with something
more worthwhile. My time is more valuable than to play third wheel in a feud
between two jackasses.
Solomon: Well good for you.
Jew: But don’t think for a second we’re done for good. Someday, when you least
expect it, we’re going to finish this. So I’d always be looking my shoulder if
I were you.
Solomon: Thanks for the advice. I’ll be on the edge of my seat, waiting with
baited breath for the thrilling conclusion to a feud in which I’ve won every
single encounter.
Jew: Make jokes. But I promise you, someday, you won’t be laughing anymore.
The two then continue to stare each other down before slowly backpedaling
away from each other in opposite directions. However, when Solomon turns
around, he is greeted by an Evan Black superkick out of absolutely nowhere!
Solomon crumbles to the ground and a pumped-up Black begins shouting at the
fallen Alaskan Monster.
Black: You want to go to war with me?! GI
Jew may be done with you, but I’m JUST getting started! I’m not afraid of you,
Solomon! I’ve been battling bullies like you my whole life, you DON’T scare me!
If you want to end this crap and face me like a man, you know where to find me!
With that, Black gets up and walks off, leaving Solomon down on the ground.
***
Back
at ringside, “Aksem” by Ahlam hits the speakers and the fans begin cheering
thunderously as hometown hero Saif al Abbad begins making his way to the ring!
Troy: Alright, here we go! This
Buckingham: I do believe this is Saif’s first shot at the Progressive
Championship, and I’m sure these people would LOVE to see him get the job done
here.
Saif enters the ring and stretches out on the ropes, aware of the huge
opportunity he has before him. Then, moments later, “The Final Countdown” by
the London Symphony Orchestra hits and the fans begin booing as the PWA
Progressive Champion Matthew Magellan makes his way to the ring, accompanied by
manager Jade and bodyguard Briggs. Magellan is in rare form as he heads down
the aisle, mocking Saif’s signature pose, which raises the ire both of Saif and
the
Finally, Magellan enters the ring and stands across from Saif, handing the
championship belt to referee Jose Soares, who holds it high as the bell sounds.
PWA
PROGRESSIVE CHAMPIONSHIP:
MATTHEW MAGELLAN (champion) VS. SAIF AL ABBAD (challenger)
Referee: Jose Soares
Magellan
and Saif stand toe-to-toe in the center of the ring and, while Saif is all
business, Magellan continues his mockery of the challenger, concluding by
cracking Saif in the jaw with a thunderous slap! This finally puts Saif over the
edge, as he tackles Magellan to the mat and begins wailing away on him
ferociously to a roar from the
Magellan is quick to scramble to the ropes, grabbing onto them and forcing
Soares to pry Saif off him. However, as soon as Magellan is back to his feet
and Soares clears the path, Saif charges and tackles Magellan to the mat again,
prompting another wave of cheers from the challenger's countrymen!
Buckingham: They’d better get their cheers in now and prepare for
disappointment later, because no matter what’s happening right now, Magellan is
NOT losing this title tonight!
Buckingham: How could I not be?!
The referee separates the two again, and this time Magellan moves to the
center of the ring and challenges Saif to a test of strength. With all of
On the outside of the ring, Jade and Briggs suddenly collapse to the ground.
When they do, it becomes apparent that they were clubbed down from behind by
Alexis Duval and John Wolfe, respectively. Seconds later, the ring is flooded
by SIN members Greg Tantalus, Markus Krieg, and Chris Duval, who attack both
Magellan and Saif and commence stomping them brutally.
Buckingham: Saif should be thanking them,
The
WINNER AT 2:28 – NO CONTEST; STILL
PROGRESSIVE CHAMPION – MATTHEW MAGELLAN
***
Then, with all four individuals sufficiently beaten and battered, Alexis grabs
a microphone.
Alexis: Ladies and gentlemen, please give
a warm
With that, “Falling From the Sky” by VAST hits and the fans boo mercilessly
as Vulture makes his way to the ring, dressed to compete, the championship belt
secured proudly around his waist. As Saif, Magellan, Briggs, and Jade are
helped to the back, Vulture enters the ring and grabs the microphone. The boos
are deafening as the champion begins to speak, his SIN cohorts flanking him on
either side.
Vulture: Well, before I get started, let
me first offer my sincere apologies to the people of
Before Vulture can finish, “Reason to Hate Me” by Krayzie Bone hits and PWA
creative director Justin Schenck appears from behind the curtain, microphone in
tow and a full security detail at his side.
Vulture: Oh come on! Security?! Are you
really that pathetic?
Schenck: I’ve heard just about enough out
of you.
Vulture: I don’t really care, Schenck. Just declare me the damn winner by
forfeit and let’s go home.
Schenck: You really think I wanted you out here just for a forfeit? I promised
everyone that there would be a world championship match tonight and I don’t
intend on going back on my promises.
Vulture scoffs at Schenck and rolls his eyes before answering.
Vulture: Ok, whatever Schenck. I’ll bite.
Vulture lays the championship belt down in the ring and outstretches his
arms, daring Schenck to produce Dan Crowley and Showtime Damon Savage.
Schenck: Well, first thing’s first, all
members of SIN are banned from ringside. So all of you, out of the ring and to
the back within the next 60 seconds, or Vulture is stripped of the world championship!
Vulture: You can’t do that!
Schenck: You wanna try me?! I dare you! Defy me and see what happens!
Through gritted teeth, Vulture gives the signal for the remaining members
of SIN to exit the ring. Tantalus leads them out and to the back as the fans
cheer loudly. Schenck smirks at Tantalus and mockingly waves goodbye to him.
Tantalus responds by staring a hole through him as he, Krieg, the Duvals, and
Wolfe exit, paying special attention to the security detail that looms behind
the creative director.
Vulture: You make me laugh, Schenck, you
really do! We go off the air in less than three minutes! You really mean to
tell me that we’re going to have a championship match in three minutes?! And if
we were, why would you have overbooked the show so that we had to destroy your
Progressive title match just to come down here and do this at all? You’ve got
nothing, Schenck!
Schenck: Oh, I’ve got nothing? Listen Vulture, last week, you pulled a fast one
on me. This week, I covered my ass. You see, I had a feeling you might try to
weasel your way out of your title defense tonight. That’s why I went to the
network myself and promised them a world championship match tonight, and they
gave me clearance to name a substitute challenger in the event that something
happened to
Vulture: What?! You can’t be serious!
Schenck: Oh but I am.
Vulture: Who?!
Schenck: I’ll let you figure it out for yourself. Because the match begins…
right now!
Suddenly, the lights go out and silence reigns through the darkness for
several seconds. However, moments later, the bell sounds and the lights go back
on. When they do, the building explodes when they notice referee Jose Soares
and, more importantly, The Iceman Jason Calysto standing in the ring!
Buckingham: Vulture hasn’t seen him yet! Turn around, Vulture!
PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP:
VULTURE (champion) VS. THE ICEMAN JASON CALYSTO (challenger)
Referee: Jose Soares
Slowly,
Vulture turns around, and when he does, a look of absolute horror overcomes his
face. However, before he even has a chance to react, Calysto yanks him down to
the mat by his arm and slaps on the Crossface!
Buckingham: No! This can’t be happening!
The fans are cheering wildly as Calysto wrenches back on the hold with
everything he’s got! Vulture desperately tries to stay alive in the hold, but
the Crossface is locked on perfectly and the champion finds himself in a very
precarious position, all alone in the center of the ring! Vulture hangs on for
close to 30 seconds, but finally, after realizing he has no other recourse, he
taps out!
Buckingham: Are you kidding me?! I thought Calysto doesn’t even work here
anymore! This is an absolute outrage! Justin Schenck screwed Vulture,
The roof blows off the DSC Indoor Arena as “F*ckin’ in the Bushes” by Oasis
blares onto the speakers and The Iceman Jason Calysto is announced the new PWA
World Heavyweight Champion! The camera quickly cuts to the backstage area,
where SIN is being restrained by Justin Schenck’s security, each member looking
more livid than the next, but none more so than co-leader Greg Tantalus.
Back at ringside, Vulture is still convalescing on the mat as Jason Calysto is
handed the championship belt and holds it high, prompting pyro to blast off and
confetti to fall from the rafters. Vulture then rolls out of the ring and
begins slowly making his way to the backstage area. Finally, he turns around
and locks eyes with Calysto, and the two engage in a long and heated staredown.
Calysto then holds up the belt in Vulture’s direction, prompting an impromptu
hateful scowl to form on Vulture’s face as the camera fades to black.
Troy: Ladies and gentlemen, if you
thought last week’s ending was explosive, how about tonight’s?! For the second
week in a row, we have a shocking new world champion, but instead of SIN doing
the screwing tonight, they were the ones getting screwed!
Buckingham: And you’re happy about that?!
Buckingham: I think I’m gonna be sick!
WINNER VIA SUBMISSION AT 0:31 AND NEW PWA
CHAMPION – THE ICEMAN JASON CALYSTO
-- END SHOW --
Pre-Show Dark Matches:
1. Saif al Abbad def. Darrin Giles via pinfall
at 4:38 with the
2. Alexis Duval def. Jade via pinfall at 4:12 with a flip piledriver. (Referee:
Dan Martin)
3. Evan Black def. Dexter P. Wellington via pinfall at 6:06 with the superkick.
(Referee: Tom Stevens)