EPISODE # 2.13
COCA-COLA DOME
JOHANNESBURG, SOUTH AFRICA
TUESDAY, JULY 19, 2011

A video package airs, highlighting events that took place during last week’s explosive episode in Dubai. The package focuses on the events that led to creative director Justin Schenck replacing the injured Dan Crowley and Showtime Damon Savage with a returning Jason Calysto in an impromptu PWA World Heavyweight Championship match with SIN co-leader Vulture; a match that was won in seconds by Calysto and the Crossface to crown a new world champion.

As the video concludes, “Live Again” by Ours hits and the opening credits roll. From there, we are taken inside the Coca-Cola Dome in Johannesburg, South Africa, where a stunning pyrotechnic display ensues and we focus on our commentators, Victor Troy and Randall Buckingham.

Troy: Hello everyone and welcome to PWA: The Rebirth! I’m Victor Troy, along here with Randall Buckingham, and after the last two weeks, I literally have NO idea what to expect tonight!

Buckingham: Troy, if you take it back to Symphony of Destruction, we’ve seen the PWA Championship change hands at each of the last three televised events. And tonight, that streak is going to have a chance to continue.

Troy: Indeed it is, Randall, as the brand-new PWA Champion The Iceman Jason Calysto, now a five-time holder of that title, will put his newly-acquired prize up for grabs against GI Jew, who won a six-pack challenge match at our live event last night in Angola to earn the shot.

Buckingham: And that’s a long time coming, if you ask me. GI Jew, a two-time PWA Champion in his own right, has been one of the MVPs of The Rebirth since this show went on the air, and it’s great to see him get a shot at the title tonight. In fact, I’m expecting to see yet another title change!

Troy: That would certainly be incredible, but what’s more incredible is that two other championships are slated to be defended tonight! The International Championship will be up for grabs as Chase Stone puts the title on the line against Hollywood Mike Griffin!

Buckingham: And the Tag Team Championship will be defended as Texas Justice battles Paul Dawkins and Renegade!

Troy: That, of course, was the Tag Team Championship bout we were supposed to receive at Symphony of Destruction until Paul Dawkins was “mysteriously” taken out backstage shortly before the match.

Buckingham: Troy, I’ve also heard that Solomon is going to come out here and call out Evan Black tonight, and I’ve been waiting to see that for weeks! Evan Black is going to get what’s coming to him!

Troy: And so might Keiko Ishida, because tonight, she’ll step into the ring to go one-on-one with Kemi Okoro for the first time on The Rebirth in what is sure—

***

Before Troy can speak another word, “Falling From the Sky” by VAST hits and the fans begin booing loudly as Vulture makes his way to the ring. Again decked out in a black Armani suit, red shirt, black tie, and red-tinted Rayban Aviators, a disgusted-looking Vulture walks down the aisle alone, grabs a microphone, and enters the ring.

Troy: I’m a bit surprised to see Vulture out here alone tonight.

Buckingham: Shh, he’s about to start speaking.

Vulture: I bet you all loved seeing Jason Calysto come back last week and steal the PWA Championship away from me, huh?

The South African crowd cheers wildly.

Vulture: I bet he’s real proud of himself. I bet Justin Schenck is real proud of himself too. But let me say this to the both of you: what you did last week was beyond cowardly. I have worked for the last seven years to get back to the top of the mountain, and what you did to me last week was absolutely despicable. And you know, me and the rest of SIN, we voiced our concerns to the NOW Network, and Justin, you’ve been ordered to grant a member of our group a championship match tonight as reparations. And after you do that, you might as well pencil me right back into the challenger slot for Everlasting Epic, the shot I earned through my victory at the Symphony of Destruction, since you screwed me out of—

Vulture is then suddenly cut off by Ice Cube’s “No Country For Young Men,” prompting the crowd to roar in approval for Showtime Damon Savage! Showtime comes equipped with his own microphone and begins speaking as he walks down the aisle and continues as he enters the ring.

Showtime: You know Vulture, Showtime had no intention of coming out here and interrupting your little speech. He was gonna sit in the back and let you say your piece. But you know what? You’re about five sentences in and Showtime can take no more. You really have some nerve to come out here and complain about being screwed out of the championship after working hard for seven years to get back to the mountaintop. You wanna talk about screwed? Showtime got to the PWA eight years ago and worked his ass off to become a main eventer, to become a world champion. And the very first night he walks onto TV with the title, you pull some bullshit to take advantage of a situation and rip that title away, just like that. Now, the way Showtime sees it, you got what you deserved last week. And what you don’t deserve is the Everlasting Epic title shot. You know who does? That’s right, baby. It’s Showtime.

An angered Vulture prepares to respond, but before he can, “Judas Rising” by Judas Priest hits the speakers and Dan Crowley begins making his way to the ring! With the fans cheering loudly, Crowley, who is armed with a microphone of his own, enters the ring and joins the discussion.

Crowley: Oh come on, you two didn’t really think I was just gonna sit back there and let you argue over the Everlasting Epic title shot without throwing my two cents in, did you? Look, Vulture, I know you were screwed out of the title last week, but Showtime is right. You screwed him the week before, and you absolutely got what you deserved. And Showtime, you do have a valid claim, there’s no disputing that. But let’s not forget that two weeks ago, when SIN came out and ruined the scheduled world title match to set up Vulture’s title win, that was my mandatory rematch that got ruined. So in my mind, I have just as much of a right to that Everlasting Epic title shot as you do, Showtime, and I have a hell of a lot more of a right to it than you, Vulture.

Vulture: I find what you just said laughable, Crowley.

Crowley: Keep laughing, Vulture. Because last I checked, there’s two of us and one of you. And since you’ve been so quick to unleash your goons on us, what’s to stop us from getting as many shots in on you as we can before the rest of SIN hits the ring?

The tension mounts in the squared circle, but before anything can happen, “Reason to Hate Me” by Krayzie Bone plays for several seconds, just long enough for the PWA creative director Justin Schenck to step out from behind the curtain, microphone in tow.

Schenck: I know where this is going, and I’m going to tell all of you once and only once to cool it. You’ve all made some interesting points, and you all have your opinions, but mine is the only one that matters. Now, we’ve got a tightly-scheduled show tonight with a LOT going on, so I’m going to make this short and sweet. All three of you are former champions who have not yet been granted your mandatory rematches. And Vulture, no matter what you and the rest of your jackass partners have pulled, the all-knowing network won’t allow me to deny you your title shot. So here’s what I’m gonna do. Next week, we’re gonna have ourselves a good, old-fashioned triple threat match, pitting the three of you against each other. You know, the main event we were SUPPOSED to have last week. However, next week, the match WILL go down, and the winner will get to cash in their rematch at Everlasting Epic against Jason Calysto, GI Jew, or whoever the PWA Champion may be on September 10th. Of course, the two losers of next week’s bout will still get their rematches, so all hope for entering the EE main event won’t be lost. But the winner next week will get the EE title shot guaranteed. And Vulture, listen closely: in this match, there is no hidden clause that will allow you to cash in early. Oh, and if either Crowley or Showtime are injured and rendered unable to compete before the match, Vulture, YOU will be disqualified! And if any member of SIN so much as shows their face at ringside, Vulture, YOU will be disqualified! So that’s the deal. I’d suggest the three of you take the night off to prepare for your match next week. A lot at stake, gentlemen.

Schenck turns to leave, but stops in his tracks and turns back around.

Schenck: Oh, and Vulture. One more thing. I almost forgot. That title shot the network is forcing me to give SIN tonight? Well, my back is sort of against the wall. The PWA title, International title, and Tag Team titles are already set to be defended tonight, and your group doesn’t have a single member that qualifies as a Progressive title challenger. So, I’ve signed your title match, the only title match I could sign: tonight, it will be Zina defending the Women’s Championship against… Alexis Duval!

Vulture glares at Schenck as “Reason to Hate Me” replays and Schenck walks to the back. He then turns his attention back to Showtime and Crowley and the three engage in a staredown as we take our first break.

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

Back from break, we see the new PWA World Heavyweight Champion Jason Calysto entering the building, the championship belt draped over his shoulder. Not far behind, backstage reporter Scott Cornelius rushes to catch up to him.

Cornelius: Jason! Iceman!

Calysto seems him, smiles, shakes his head, and stops walking.

Calysto: I’m running a little late, Scott. Can we make this quick?

Cornelius: But I have so many questions!

Calysto: Well, pick one.

Cornelius: Ok… what are your thoughts on Justin Schenck’s announcement moments ago, that Showtime, Dan Crowley, and Vulture will compete in a triple threat match next week to determine who challenges for the PWA Championship at Everlasting Epic?

Calysto: Well, I just walked into the building, so this is the first I’m hearing of it, but I think that’s a great idea, Scott.

Calysto then pats him on the back and begins walking away. Cornelius walks with him.

Cornelius: But what about tonight’s title defense against GI Jew? Or the way you won the championship last week? What made you change your mind about coming back to the PWA? How do you feel about Vulture’s betrayal? Are you two now at war? What are your feelings about SIN coming—

Calysto: Sounds to me like you had several questions that were much more compelling than the one you asked, buddy!

Calysto starts walking away and Cornelius hangs his head, defeated. Calysto then smirks and turns back.

Calysto: Nah, I’m just kidding. But I do need to make this quick. As far as all the stuff with SIN and Vulture goes… I’ll have something to say about it, but not tonight. Tonight, The Iceman needs to go do what he does best, and that’s win matches in that wrestling ring. Because Scott, when it’s time to shut up and wrestle, there is NOBODY better than The Iceman.

The Iceman then walks off for real, presumably headed for his dressing room.

***

Elsewhere in the backstage area, we see Dan Crowley walking the hallways. Suddenly, he slows down, as he crosses paths with his former Lost Souls tag team partner, a man who was once his great friend, but also a man who was once his arch rival, whose neck he broke at the Symphony of Destruction five years ago, Rich Revis.

Revis: Dan… Hey.

Crowley: Hey.

The atmosphere is obviously tense, and the two continue awkwardly.

Revis: Hey, congratulations on becoming champion last season. I know that was always a dream of yours. It was a hell of a match too.

Crowley: Thanks...  I'm, uhm... thanks... How you doing?

Revis: I'm good. Had a little bit of time off, obviously... but, uh, I'm good. The clinic has been really successful.

Crowley: Yea, I saw your interview a couple months back. I'm glad to hear it's going well. And in our hometown too. That's awesome.

Revis: Thanks. It's good to be back though.

Crowley: Yea... about that...

Revis: Don't worry about it. In the long run, you kind of helped me. I just wish I could have made that realization without the broken neck.

The two let out an awkward, yet genuine laugh.

Revis: Well, I better go. I'm gonna get a workout in and then head out. I don’t find myself in Johannesburg too often. But hey, hard to imagine we’d be traveling the world like this all those years ago when we were paying our dues in Franklin Square.

Crowley: We've come a long way, haven’t we?

Revis: Sure have. Alright… later.

Crowley: See ya.

Revis starts to continue down the hallway, but Crowley turns around and catches his attention.

Crowley: It's good to have you back, Rich.

Revis: Thanks. I'll see you around.

Revis walks away and the camera fades out as Crowley contemplates the conversation.

***

The camera cuts to the SIN locker room, where there is quite a bit of chatter in the room between Greg Tantalus, John Wolfe, Chris Duval, and Markus Krieg. Silent are a worried-looking Alexis Duval and her nervously pacing father Vulture. Finally, Vulture stops and shouts.

Vulture: Alright everybody, listen up! You all heard what Schenck said out there. We have some obstacles. But we also have opportunity. Next week, I have a chance to get back the Everlasting Epic title shot, and even though none of you can help me, I will find a way to get it done. Also next week, John Wolfe here will be taking out either Chase Stone or Mike Griffin and bringing the International Championship into the SIN camp. But tonight, we’re presented with another opportunity. Tonight, our Alexis has the chance to take the Women’s Championship from Zina. Everyone, let’s show her some encouragement.

The room begins applauding and trying to build Alexis’ confidence. However, it does nothing to erase the concerned look on her face.

Alexis: Thanks guys. I just… I don’t know. This is Zina, with no notice, and—

Wolfe: We talked about this, love. We knew it was probably going to be you who Schenck chose. You can do this.

Chris: Just hang in there, sis. She’s only human.

Alexis: Is she though?

Krieg: We are all human. Even Zina.

Tantalus: We just need a plan. Got any ideas , V?

Suddenly, Vulture’s expression changes. He appears lost in thought.

Tantalus: V?

Vulture: You know what, Greg? I DO have an idea. I’ll be right back.

Vulture then exits the room and we head to break.  

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

Back from break, “The Stone Monkey” by Kazu Matsui is blaring over the speakers and Keiko Ishida is in the ring, ready for competition, while the fans boo loudly. Then, moments later, “Baai” by Abdel Gadir Salim and Emmanuel Jal hits and Kemi Okoro makes her entrance to a loud burst of cheers!

Troy: This South African crowd is giving a big ovation to fellow African Kemi Okoro!

Buckingham: I don’t care what kind of ovation she’s getting, Troy! She’s about to get pummeled by Keiko Ishida in their first singles match right here!

Not interested in taking her time, Kemi runs and slides right into the ring, popping up just in time for the bell to sound to kick this match off.

KEIKO ISHIDA VS. KEMI OKORO
Referee: Jose Soares
As soon as the match begins, Keiko and Kemi go right at each other, taking out a season’s worth of frustrations. Kemi establishes the early advantage, whipping Keiko into the ropes and downing her with a flying shoulder tackle as she returns! Then, when Keiko rises, Okoro nails her with a dropkick that sends Ishida tumbling through the ropes and to the outside! With Keiko out there, Kemi gets a running start and leaps through the ropes, taking Keiko out with a suicide dive that brings the fans to their feet!

Troy: Look at Kemi go! She is on fire!

Buckingham: Give Keiko time, Troy. She’ll pull it together.

Keiko and Kemi are both slow to their feet, eventually reaching them at roughly the same time. However, before Kemi can get back into the ring, Keiko grabs her and whips her violently into the steel steps! Kemi screams out in pain, but Keiko simply rolls back into the ring. Referee Jose Soares continues his count, which has now reached seven. Finally, at the count of nine, Kemi is able to stumble back into the ring, wherein Keiko unleashes a vicious assault.

Kemi attempts to get to her feet, but Keiko kicks her leg right out from under her. She then lifts her up, whips her against the ropes, and downs her with a thunderous sidewalk slam upon her return. Keiko covers… one, two, and Kemi gets a shoulder up!

Troy: Kemi is still alive in this one!

Okoro attempts again to get back to a vertical base, but Keiko whips her hard into the turnbuckles. Maintaining control of the bout, Keiko keeps Kemi trapped in the corner, stinging her with vicious knife-edge chops. When Kemi staggers out of the corner, Keiko grabs her, looking for a suplex. However, before she can lift her for the move, Kemi counters it into a small package! One, two, three!

Buckingham: What?!

Troy: I don’t believe it! Kemi Okoro just pinned Keiko Ishida!

The fans cheer loudly as “Baai” replays over the speakers and Kemi is announced the winner. Livid, Keiko cannot contain herself, clubbing Kemi down from behind.

Troy: Oh come on! What a sore loser!
WINNER VIA PINFALL AT 3:16 – KEMI OKORO

With the South African crowd booing relentlessly, Keiko stomps away on Kemi viciously before allowing her to her feet and snapping her right back down with the Gyaku Gorichin guillotine! Then, when Kemi rises again, Keiko gets a running start and absolutely obliterates Kemi with the Oshimai running STO! Keiko then stands over the fallen Okoro as “The Stone Monkey” replays and the fans shower her with boos.

Buckingham: Kemi Okoro may have scored the pin, but take a look at that scene and tell me who the REAL winner is!

Troy: It’s still Kemi Okoro! The fact that Keiko Ishida can’t deal with losing doesn’t make her any more of a winner!

Buckingham: It does in my book! Losing gracefully is for losers!

Troy: You’re an ass!

***

The camera cuts backstage, where it becomes apparent that Texas Justice has summoned a crew to follow them through the hallways, as the shot moves up and down from their walking motions.

Crew Member: Guys, what’s this about?

Pitbull: Shut up! Haven’t you guys ben told to be seen and not heard? Matter of fact, not seen or heard! You just shut up and follow us! We’ve got some business to take care of.

The crew does as they are told as they continue to follow the Tag Team Champions, eventually reaching the parking lot. Maddox Tate and Pitbull scan the lot with their eyes to eventually find their apparent target: Jaguar, who is talking on a cell phone next to a car.

Tate: There he is.

As the two approach, the cameras do also, allowing Jaguar’s voice to be heard as he calmly disconnects his call.

Jaguar: Something I can help you gentlemen with?

Tate: You arrogant piece of crap! You know what you can help us out with. You can start by not costing one of us the International title shot we would have earned two weeks ago if you hadn’t gotten involved!

Pitbull: And we’re not gonna let you do it again with Dawkins and Renegade tonight.

Jaguar: Well, since the time machine has yet to be invented — in the PWA, that is — I guess I can’t help you out with that. And considering how you two stalked me here in the parking lot, my guess is you came to do more than talking, huh?

Pitbull: Damn right we did. You’re gonna pay for it, Jag. I’m telling you, you’re gonna pay for everything, man.

Jaguar: Pay for what? You know what guys, ever since day one here, you’ve been blaming me for your bad breaks. I made my own breaks here and every other spot I’ve been in. This stuff doesn’t happen overnight or by happenstance, cuz. It takes hard work that you guys haven’t put in, and this is a prime example of it now. You wanna take this shortcut now, that’s fine. It’s what you do, fellas. You know I don’t have a partner, and Paul and Renegade aren’t here, so whatever you’re gonna do to me, do to me. But I’m gonna tell you like this, lil daddy: This won’t end in this parking lot. Bet money on that.

Tate: You can bet money on an ambulance ride, that’s what you can bet!

Tate charges at Jaguar, but is sidestepped as Jag trips him and he lands on the hood. Pitbull then storms his way up, but is stopped in his tracks with a punch, then kicked in the stomach before being grabbed up and drilled down with a spinebuster on the concrete floor!

Jaguar is barely to his feet when he is clobbered in the back of the skull by a side view mirror that Tate has detached from the vehicle. The glass shatters as he lands in a crumpled heap on the ground.

Troy: Oh my! Did you see that?! That glass just exploded on the back of Jaguar’s head!

Buckingham: That was vicious Troy, but are they done here?!

Tate answers the question for Buckingham as he screams at the fallen Jaguar on the ground.

Tate: Think it’s over, Jag?! I’ll show you over! Do you know where you are, Jag?! Are you in New York again now?! Huh punk?! I lost my damn eyesight because of you! You! And I’m gonna show you exactly how it feels! Get your ass up!

Jaguar shakes the cobwebs as he rises, but is out on his feet as Tate grabs him around the neck. Without saying a word, Tate’s rage sends him over the edge as he begins to run and stops, sending Jaguar’s head hurdling through the driver’s side window!

Troy: Oh my God! What the hell, Tate?!

Buckingham: They need EMTs out there right now!

Pitbull rises and is also surprised to find Jaguar now face-down on the ground with glass shards everywhere, a hole in the window, and a lake of crimson forming around his head. Medics now hit the scene as Tate spits down at the fallen former champion and Texas Justice begins to take off.

Troy: What did we just witness, Randall?!

Buckingham: I really don’t know Troy. I mean, I know this has been a deep-rooted, personal issue for Texas Justice for a long time. Twenty-plus years they have carried ill will towards Jaguar, but this may have been over the top.

Troy: May have been?! Jaguar is in a pool of his own blood, and took that shot to the back of the head with that mirror! He’s got past concussion issues, and Texas Justice felt the need to take things to that level?! They still have to defend their titles against Paul Dawkins and Renegade tonight, and I don’t know if those guys have seen this footage yet, but once they find out, who knows what we are going to see out here?!

Buckingham: I guess we will wait and see, Troy. And even though Jaguar isn’t my favorite guy in the world, nobody wants to see anyone put through that. Hopefully the guy is ok, but Texas Justice has sent a strong, strong message that they are not to be messed with.

Troy: The police should be involved in this, Randall! We’ll be right back!

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

Back from break, “Parabola” by TOOL hits the speakers and the fans cheer loudly as Hollywood Mike Griffin makes his way to the ring.

Troy: Alright folks, welcome back to The Rebirth. We’re about to have ourselves what should be a mighty interesting bout for the International Championship between Chase Stone and this man, Mike Griffin, but I’m having a hard time forgetting about what we just saw before the break.

Buckingham: It certainly was an ugly scene, but like I said, Texas Justice is not to be messed with. But neither is Mike Griffin, so I don’t quite understand the logic of Chase Stone insisting on putting the International Championship on the line tonight.

Troy: He’s a fighting champion, Randall. I have to admit, Chase Stone has really changed my opinion of him over the last couple of months. He is stepping up to the plate and holding that championship with pride and with honor, and I’ll be honest, I really didn’t think he had it in him.

Buckingham: Who’s to say that’s a good quality? It got him into a title defense against a multi-time world champion here tonight, and could end up spelling the end to his title reign. That doesn’t sound overly smart to me.

Griffin enters the ring and stretches out on the ropes as “Amazing” by Kanye West hits and a throng of cheers greets the PWA International Champion Chase Stone. Confidently strolling down the aisle with one arm in the air, Stone doesn’t appear to be intimidated in the least as he enters the ring and hands the title belt over to referee Tom Stevens. Then, as Stevens holds the belt high, ring announcer Lee Palmer begins the introductions.

Palmer: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the PWA International Championship!

Introducing first, the challenger, from Hollywood, California, weighing in at 210 pounds… HOLLYWOOOOOOOOOOD MIIIIIIIIKE GRIFFFFFFFFINNNNNNNN!

And his opponent, from State College, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 240 pounds, he is the PWA International Champion… CHAAAAASE STOOOOONE!

PWA INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP:
CHASE STONE (champion) VS. HOLLYWOOD MIKE GRIFFIN (challenger)
Referee: Tom Stevens
Stone and Griffin circle each other as bell sounds to begin the contest, each man looking for an opening to go to work. Stone takes the first plunge, shooting in on the two-time former PWA Champion, but Griffin sprawls backwards and floats over, locking Stone in a waistlock. The International Champion then battles back to his feet before performing a standing switch, now locking Griffin in a waistlock of his own. Stone attempts a release belly-to-back suplex, but Griffin floats over, lands on his feet, and dropkicks Stone in the shin, sending him down to a knee. Then, Griffin hits the ropes and looks for a shining wizard, but Stone ducks under him. Stone and Griffin then pop to their feet at a stalemate and the fans give them an ovation.

Troy: What a way to start off this championship match!

Buckingham: It looks like both of these men brought their A-game tonight, Troy.

Griffin and Stone now engage in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, and Stone gains the advantage, switching into a side headlock. Griffin then backs Stone into the ropes and shoves him off, but hits the man upon Stone’s return. Stone hops over Griffin and hits the opposite ropes, giving Griffin time to kip up and attempt to leapfrog over the champion. However, Stone catches him and flawlessly counters into a release belly-to-belly suplex! Stone covers… one, two, and Griffin kicks out!

Undaunted, Stone performs an Oklahoma roll, attempting another pin… one, two, and Griffin kicks out again!

Stone then ties Griffin in a small package for the one, two, and Griffin reverses it into a small package of his own! One, two, and Stone kicks out! Stone then swings a clothesline at Griffin, but Hollywood ducks under it and ties Stone into a schoolboy! One, two, and Stone kicks out!

Troy: What an exchange!

As Stone gets to his feet, Griffin charges him, but Stone catches him and crushes him with a Samoan drop! Stone covers… one, two, and Griffin gets the shoulder up!

Stone then lifts Griffin and positions himself behind him, engaging in a waistlock, looking for a German suplex. However, Griffin floats over and behind his back and rapidly locks in The Culmination!

Troy: The Culmination! The katahajime! Out of nowhere! Mike Griffin’s finishing move, the submission hold that has won him numerous championships! Is it about to win him another?!

Buckingham: It certainly appears that way!

Griffin cinches in the hold tightly, but Stone is in no hurry to relinquish the International Championship. Digging down deep, Stone fights to keep himself on a vertical base, keep himself from falling prone to the mat, where Griffin can sink the hold in deeply and bring a certain end to the match. Using every ounce of energy in his body, Stone fights to break out of the hold with an array of elbows to the midsection, but Griffin keeps the hold locked on.

Finally, Stone uses all his momentum to propel himself backwards into the turnbuckle, smashing Griffin’s back against them! Hollywood’s grip loosens so Stone does it again! Then again! Then a third time, which creates enough separation for Stone to armdrag Griffin over his back and onto the mat! Then when Griffin pops up, Stone floors him with a stiff dropkick!

Troy: What an escape by Chase Stone!

Stone then runs at Griffin and swings a clothesline, but Hollywood ducks under it and immediately crushes Stone with a German suplex! Then, without breaking his grip, Griffin does another!

Buckingham: That’s two-thirds of Griffin’s rolling German suplex sequence completed! One more and Stone will be all but out of this thing!

Griffin attempts to do just that, but Stone bares his weight down and blocks it! Then, Griffin attempts to do it again, but Stone uses the momentum to flip over Griffin and slip behind him! Stone grabs Griffin by the waist and attempts a German suplex of his own! Griffin, however, fights out of it and whips Stone against the ropes, but Stone counters upon his return by grapping a ducking Griffin in position for the Fisherman Suplex! Stone attempts to lift Griffin for his finisher, but Griffin blocks it, spins Stone around and nails him with a third German suplex!

Troy: There it is! He had to fight for it, but Griffin got the third German!

Upon impact, Griffin bridges it into a pinning combination! One, two, th-Stone kicks out!

Buckingham: Whoa!

Troy: So close!

With Stone down, Griffin pulls him into the center of the ring and signals to the top rope before scaling the ropes and leaping forth with his trademark diving headbutt!

Troy: Here we go! If he hits this, Chase Stone can kiss the International Championship goodbye!

Hollywood soars through the air as flashbulbs pop through the Coca-Cola Dome and Griffin approaches his target. However, at the final moment, Stone rolls out of the way, causing Griffin to crash onto the mat, taking the brunt of the blow in his chest and face! Then, with Griffin vulnerable, Stone immediately locks his legs around Griffin’s head, locking in the triangle hold!

Buckingham: The triangle hold! Troy, he’s got it locked in!

Troy: Indeed he does! Mike Griffin is trapped in the triangle hold in the center of the ring! He may have nowhere to go!

Desperately, Mike Griffin attempts to reach the ropes and force the submission hold to be broken. However, he quickly realizes that he has no place to turn. After fighting hard to reach the ropes and considering every possible counter, Griffin has no choice but to tap out!

Troy: That’s it! Chase Stone wins it! What a match!

Buckingham: I have to say, Troy, Chase Stone really took a giant leap towards greatness tonight! That’s a multi-time world champion in there! Chase Stone just made Mike Griffin tap out in the center of the ring! No interference! No drama! No excuses! He just made Mike Griffin tap!

Troy: It certainly is a milestone victory in the career of Chase Stone, but the bottom line is that tonight, Chase Stone walks out of here the way he walked in: the PWA International Champion!

The fans cheer as “Amazing” replays over the speakers and a visibly pumped Chase Stone is handed his championship belt by referee Tom Stevens, who raises his arm high. While Stone celebrates the victory, Griffin convalesces on the mat and struggles to get to his feet. Seeing him, Stone reaches a hand to Griffin and helps him up. From there, Stone and Griffin shake hands and exchange a nod of respect.
WINNER VIA SUBMISSION AT 11:33 AND STILL INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION – CHASE STONE

However, no sooner does this conclude than does Greg Tantalus hit the ringside area of out nowhere and club Griffin to the mat immediately upon exiting the ring. Then, within moments, Markus Krieg and Chris Duval also hit the ring, with Duval pouncing on Stone and downing him, leaving him easy prey for Krieg. With Tantalus keeping Griffin occupied, Duval and Krieg overwhelm Stone, rendering him unable to defend himself from a BlitzKrieg from Markus.

Duval now exits the ring to assist Tantalus with Griffin while a smirking John Wolfe slowly walks down the aisle. Finally, he reaches the ring and taunts a barely-conscious Stone.

Troy: I don’t like the looks of this, Randall. John Wolfe is out here to send a message to the International Champion, the man he challenges one week from tonight in Lima.

Buckingham: And I hope he gets it loud and clear!

Krieg lifts Stone off the mat, allowing Wolfe to grip him around the throat, setting up for his chokeslam. However, before that can happen, “Better Think Again” by Submsersed blares onto the speakers and Anthony Failla begins stalking his way to the ring!

Troy: It’s Failla! I’ve never been happier to see Anthony Failla!

Duval rushes Failla in the aisle, but Failla clubs him down with a huge right hand! Tantalus then makes a move for him, but Failla grabs him and repeatedly drives him spine-first into the steel guard rail! He then begins making his way to the ring, where Wolfe and Krieg are waiting for him. Failla takes the fight right to the two, but it is too much for him.

However, before serious damage can be done, Chase Stone rises and clotheslines Wolfe over the top rope and out of the ring! Then, Failla begins pounding away on Krieg, creating enough separation to impressively lift him over his head and gorilla press slam him out the ring, crashing onto Tantalus, Duval, and Wolfe, just as Mike Griffin slips away! With the SIN contingent down and out, “Better Think Again” replays and the fans cheer loudly!

Troy: Oh my God! He just press-slammed Markus Krieg over the top rope! That is insane! And just when it looked as bleak as bleak could be for Chase Stone and Mike Griffin, Anthony Failla came out here and now it is SIN incapacitated on the arena floor and Failla, Stone, and Griffin standing tall in the ring!

Buckingham: I wish people would just mind their own business!

Stone and Griffin attempt to raise Failla’s arms in celebration, but Failla violently rips his arms away from them and turns to look at them incredulously. They then back away, allowing Failla to exit the ring by himself and head to the back. Meanwhile, Stone and Griffin continue the celebration as we head to commercial, while SIN convalesces and retreats.

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

Back from break, GI Jew is pacing in the backstage area, getting ready for his opportunity later tonight to wrest the PWA Championship from Jason Calysto. However, as he prepares, he is approached by backstage reporter Scott Cornelius. Jew sees him coming and begins shouting.

Jew: NO! GET THE F*** AWAY FROM ME, CORNELIUS!

Startled and worried, Cornelius takes the not-so-subtle hint and flees. Jew mutters something to himself under his breath and begins walking away, but soon finds himself face-to-face with both Jon Dulberg and Kerry Cox.

Jew: I’m a little busy right now, losers. But that reminds me, Cox. How’s the hip?

Cox: Yes, I know, you Gored me on the arena floor and injured my hip two weeks ago. I remember.

Jew: And if you two don’t get out of my way right now, I’ll hurt you both worse right now.

Dulberg: Is that a fact?

Jew: Don’t test my patience, punk.

Jew and Dulberg stare each other down, but Cox interjects.

Cox: Easy, Jew. We don’t want any trouble. At least tonight. Tonight, we just came to wish you luck. But after tonight, Jew… I’d look over my shoulder if I were you.

Dulberg and Cox then exit, leaving a seething GI Jew in their wake.

***

As we return to the ring, “Mouth For War” by Pantera hits the speakers, and vociferous boos pour down from the capacity crowd as Pitbull and Maddox Tate take the stage.

Troy: And now, we have Maddox Tate and Pitbull, Texas Justice, making their way into the arena after that heinous assault on Jaguar earlier tonight in the parking lot.

Buckingham: And this crowd is letting them know exactly how they feel about it. But like them or not, they are the Tag Team Champions, and they have a strong track record against their opponents.

Troy: They do, but tonight could be different. I have it on good authority that the authorities are seeking these two for that outright crime earlier, and that might be a good thing compared to what Dawkins and Renegade will want to do to them tonight!

Buckingham: You said authority twice.

As the champions make their walk to the ring, the crowd’s venomous reaction turns to a favorable one as Paul Dawkins and Renegade storm through the curtain, barreling the titlists down from behind on the ramp!

Buckingham: What are they doing out here now?! Jumping the champs from behind? Really?

Troy: Yes really! You don’t think these guys deserve it! They took Jaguar out tonight, and took Dawkins out at the Symphony of Destruction! It’s an eye-for-an-eye!

Buckingham: Hey, that Dawkins thing has not been proven, and the eye-for-an-eye comment is not funny considering Maddox Tate’s predicament.

The challengers unleash a relentless assault, showing some of their own brand of justice as Renegade releases a lightning fast series of punches and kicks to Pitbull as he is sandwiched against the barricade, and Dawkins fires Tate into the steel ring steps, where he crashes with premium force!

Official Dan Martin struggles to find some order, and just gives up by electing to start the match when Dawkins rolls Tate into the ring.

PWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP:
TEXAS JUSTICE (champions) VS. PAUL DAWKINS & RENEGADE (challenger)
Referee: Dan Martin
The typically tough Texan cowers back into a corner, in a seated position as Dawkins stalks him quickly. He tries to kick up at Dawkins, but the former U.S. Air Force Airman catches the leg and yanks it, forcing Tate off the mat and back down in a slam! Dawkins quickly covers for a quick two count that Tate escapes.

A tag to Renegade follows, and Dawkins holds Tate’s arms up as the martial arts expert measures a kick and nails it right to the rib cage. The impact sends Tate to his knees, and Renegade scores with another hard kick to the chest. The sounds of the kickpad meeting flesh smacks throughout the arena as Tate goes back down and into another pin attempt that only merits two.

Buckingham: Tate has to get to a vertical base here. That’s where Texas Justice is dangerous, in the standing position. The longer Renegade keeps him grounded, the better their slim chances are.

Tate appears to be a little winded as Renegade lifts him off the mat to attempt a suplex. As he hooks Tate up in the front facelock, a thumb to the eye forces him to break the hold. The blinded Renegade takes a swing and wildly misses, but walks right into a huge boot to the face from Tate that sends him to the mat!

A tag brings Pitbull into the match for the first time, and he presses the advantage with a blatantly obvious chokehold. Martin forces the hold to be broken by the count of five, and Pitbull ignores his warnings as he lifts Renegade off the mat and slams him back down onto it. After hitting the ropes, Pitbull forcefully drives the point of his elbow into the sternum of the challenger and covers for one, two, and Renegade manages to kick out! Not looking to give up any hold on their advantage, Pitbull kneels behind Renegade and traps him in a tight sleeperhold.

Troy: Renegade needs a tag here.

Buckingham: This is what makes Texas Justice an excellent tag team. These guys know how to isolate an opponent and cut the ring in half to keep Renegade on their side. Yes, he needs a tag, but look at how far away he is.

Renegade pounds the mat as he struggles to get to a vertical base. Sensing the lead slipping away, Tate enters the ring to create a distraction by going after Dawkins, but Martin cuts him off at the middle of the ring. With Martin occupied, Dawkins charges into the ring and connects with a huge boot to the head that sends Pitbull down to the canvas, breaking the hold in the process!

Troy: The advantage that Texas Justice was looking to take was taken by Dawkins instead, and now Renegade really, really has to get a tag in!

Buckingham: He does, but someone is coming down the aisle. Who are those guys?

Troy: It looks like the police, Randall.

Buckingham: Are you serious?! There’s a match going on here!

Troy: I told you earlier that I got a tip that the police had been contacted regarding that attack on Jaguar in the parking lot, and they’ve clearly got to be here for Texas Justice!

Buckingham: What a crock. These guys are just out here doing their job!

As a group of five officers march towards the ring, flanked by PWA security, all four competitors shift their eyes towards the throng. Martin pokes his head through the ropes to get an explanation from security, but the match is still going on inside the ring.

With Dawkins’ attention diverted, Tate charges into the ring and knocks him off the apron. Renegade rises to his feet, but is hooked up, lifted into the air, and then drilled with the Backfire, connecting his jaw with Tate’s shoulder at an extreme amount of force!

Buckingham: Backfire! Tate hit the Backfire, cover that man!

Pitbull does crawl into a cover, hooking both legs as Martin turns around to log the three-count.
WINNERS VIA PINFALL AT 7:12 AND STILL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS – TEXAS JUSTICE

Troy: I just don’t get it. Texas Justice, even with police out here presumably to arrest them, they find a way to steal a match!

Buckingham: They took out Jaguar and retained their titles in the same night!

Troy: Well it’s about to catch up with them now.

As “Mouth For War” replays, the champions retrieve their title belts and are surrounded by the officers. They plead their innocence as they backpedal up the aisle. Dawkins tries to go after them, but is thwarted by security, so he and Renegade can only watch helplessly from the ring.

As Texas Justice is escorted to the back by the Johannesburg police, both of the defeated challengers are clubbed down to the mat from behind! The camera pans up to reveal The Omega and Darrin Giles as the culprits, and they go to town on Dawkins and Renegade with vicious stomps and kicks!

Troy: What the hell is this now?!

Buckingham: Synergy is taking it to Dawkins and Renegade for some reason!

With the former tag champions down on the mat, The Omega opts to retrieve a chair from ringside to carry into the ring. As they reach their feet, but Dawkins and Renegade are walloped over the head with the weapons, sending them down to the map in a heap. Giles grabs the microphone and hands it to his partner, who is grinning like a Cheshire cat as he takes it.

Omega: Remember us?! That’s right, Synergy is in the building and we are not going to be overlooked anymore! (Crowd boos) We came together several weeks ago, and have barely been seen since. Well, we are putting this entire company on notice, and it starts with them! As a matter of fact, it already did start with them.

Giles: That’s right. It was us who took care of Paul Dawkins at the Symphony of Destruction, not Texas Justice. We took him out then, and we put him out again tonight. Now Synergy will move into our rightful place as the number on contenders for the Tag Team Championship!

As Giles drops the mic “More Human Than Human” by White Zombie hits and Synergy leaves to a chorus of boos.

Buckingham: I told you! I told you Troy! It wasn’t Texas Justice all along, it was Synergy, and they sure made a statement tonight.

Troy: And it was another typical one from them, from behind. What I want to know though is why? Why Paul Dawkins? We’ll be right back, folks.

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

Back from break, “Hear Me” by Darkseed thumps onto the speakers and the fans begin booing loudly as the Alaskan Monster Solomon stalks his way to the ring. Not appearing to be in any semblance of a good mood, Solomon immediately yanks a microphone away from the ring attendant and enters the ring.

Solomon: If any of you people have even one iota of uncertainty as to why I’m out here right now, then you’re even bigger idiots than I suspected. Evan Black! Get your ass out here RIGHT NOW!

Moments later, “Hero” by Nas featuring Keri Hilson hits and the Johannesburg crowd gives a huge ovation to Evan Black, who fearlessly walks right down the aisle, grabs his own microphone, and enters the ring, never taking his eyes off the Alaskan Monster as he does so. Black walks right up to Solomon and stands directly across from his much-larger rival, showing not a bit of fear.

The two men stare each other down for several moments before either man makes a move. Then, Solomon begins to speak.

Solomon: I have to say, I didn’t think you’d walk out here, given your propensity for the sneak attack. You’ve got guts. Stupid, but gutsy.

Black: I guess I kicked you in the mouth so hard last week you forgot that I’m the one who asked for this. And you say I’m the one with the propensity for sneak attacks? Wasn’t it you who started all this by coming to the ring and costing me the International Championship?

Solomon: And I did that for no apparent reason, right? It couldn’t have been because you cheap-shotted me with that kick the week before.

Black: I looked you right in the eye and kicked you in the face that night, Solomon. Don’t blame me because you’re not quick enough to get out of the way.

Solomon’s face turns stone-cold serious as he stares Black down.

Solomon: You wanna say that to me again?

Black’s face also turns completely serious as he doesn’t back down at all.

Black: You weren’t quick enough to get out of the way. And just in case you aren’t getting the picture, I’m not afraid of you. You don’t intimidate me.

Solomon continues his stare for several moments before smirking and breaking it. He turns around, takes a few paces around the ring, sneers, and turns back to Black, ready to shout him down. However, before he can say a word, Black cocks his leg for the superkick and Solomon flinches!

Black then holds back and puts his leg down before cracking a smile at the Alaskan Monster. The crowd gasps and a look of rage appears on Solomon’s face. He lunges at Black, but the former International Champion evades him, hits off the opposite ropes, and nails Solomon with a running dropkick as he turns around, the impact knocking him through the ropes and out of the ring! Solomon pounds the mat in frustration as the fans cheer wildly! Black then picks up his microphone.

Black: What’s the matter, Solomon?! If you wanna go, get back in the ring and let’s do this!

 The fans continue to cheer, but Solomon shakes his head at Black and calls for another microphone.

Solomon: You know what, Black? I’m through playing games with you. You can lie through your teeth and say you’re not afraid, but it’s easy to mask that fear when we’re not standing in that ring competing one-on-one, with no place to go and no one to save you.

Black: You just don’t get it, do you? Solomon, I’ve been around bullies like you my entire life. When I was a gangly kid growing up in Westchester, I was bullied mercilessly. I spent years afraid to get out of bed and go to school in the morning, until one day I realized the only way to stop it was to stand up for myself. Sure, I got my ass kicked, but then I hit the gym, filled out, and then nobody touched me anymore. Years later, I passed the bar and started practicing law, where I specialized in defending small-time businesses against major corporations. Later on, I opened my own practice and focused on class action lawsuits, representing all the little people who truly needed a voice. And you know what? I didn’t win all my cases, but I started to develop a reputation as a giant killer, a fearless voice for those that were either too small or too meek to be heard.

Since the beginning of time, in all walks of life, the biggest have tried to push around those smaller than them. But I’m a big fan of the David and Goliath story, Solomon. I’ve been living it my whole life. You may have been the reigning tyrant around here for a long time, but those days are done. It’s a whole new world now. If you want me in a one-on-one match, then my answer is “Name the time and place.” And trust me, if and when you accept, it’ll turn out the same for you as it did for Goliath. Only it won’t be a slingshot to the forehead; it’ll be yet another superkick to the face.

On the outside of the ring, Solomon finally cracks a grin.

Solomon: Like a good attorney, you’ve argued your case well. Unfortunately for you, everything you just said is fantasy. I accept your challenge, Evan Black, and I will see you in that ring one week from tonight. And Evan, it will be my great pleasure to break down that brave façade and show the entire world that, when push comes to shove, you’re every bit as terrified of the Alaskan Monster as everyone else in that locker room. And when I’m destroying you, piece by piece, if you have the wherewithal to get down on your knees and beg for mercy, then maybe – just maybe – I might not end your career.

With that, “Hear Me” replays and the two engage in another staredown, with Black in the ring and Solomon on the outside. Black continues to show nary a sign of fear as the staredown continues and we head to commercial.

Troy: What an announcement! Evan Black and Solomon will finally go one-on-one next week and I can’t wait!

Buckingham: Well, it’s been nice knowing you, EB!

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

Back from break, we see the PWA creative director Justin Schenck in his office, seated at his desk. Standing in front of him are cruiserweight division standouts Asai Moon, Paul Epton, Juan Pablo Alvarez, and Fenix Clarke, along with Clarke’s manager Emily Walker. Moon and Epton are standing a safe distance away from their foes.

Schenck: Now gentlemen, I called you all in here tonight because I have some good news and I have some bad news. I’m a direct person, so I’ll get right to the bad news first. Now, on the website this morning, we advertised a fatal fourway match between the four of you for tonight’s show. However, I’m sure you noticed that neither Victor Troy nor Randall Buckingham made any mention of your match at the start of the show. That’s because, unfortunately, due to time constraints, I’m going to have to postpone your fatal fourway match until next week.

None of the individuals in the room are happy about this decision, and they all express that displeasure by talking at once. Schenck, however, regains control of the room with a sharp, loud whistle.

Schenck: I’m not done! Now, next week will also be the night that Saif al Abbad challenges Matthew Magellan for the Progressive Championship, since that match was ruined last week. However, the good news for all of you is that I have decided that the winner of your fatal fourway match next week will challenge the winner of the Magellan-Saif match for the Progressive title two weeks from tonight. So your reward for waiting a week to have this bout is a number one contender’s match.

The mood in the room is now significantly happier, and with that, Schenck dismisses them.

***

Backstage after the break we are with Scott Cornelius as he interviews the Modern-Day Samurai, Scythe.

Cornelius: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with Scythe, who I understand has something to say. Scythe, the floor is yours.

Scythe: Scott, I requested this forum because I am sick and tired of Mike Troha and Don Cerrone coming out week after week and taunting me. If Troha truly is a “miracle,” if he’s God’s gift to wrestling that he claims he is, then why won’t he meet me one-on-one in a match? I am a man that believes in respect and honor, and from the moment he returned, Mike Troha has done nothing but disrespect me and dishonor the noble art of wrestling with his ridiculous antics and cowardice.

The Standard Sleaze Don Cerrone and The Miracle Mike Troha, both clad in all white outfits, saunter up to Scythe and Cornelius.

Troha: Yeah, Scythe, I overheard you saying you want a match with me, but unfortunately for you, you’re not going to get one.

Scythe: And this is what I don’t understand. Why not? You were deliberately placed in the Symphony of Destruction match with orders from Don Cerrone to eliminate me from the competition—

Troha: Yes, and as I recall, I eliminated you. So I have nothing to prove. I’m better than you. End of story.

Scythe: But don’t you see, Mike, all it proved was that you are able to be a pawn in Don Cerrone’s game. He’s using you to get to me. If you are a man with any self-worth as a competitor, you would meet me head-on in a match to see if you truly are the “Miracle” you claim to be.

Troha appears pensive after this last remark and a hint of self-doubt can be seen creeping across his face. He then falls to his knees and raises his hands to the heavens, asking God to tell him whether or not he should face Scythe in a match. After what seems like an eternity of waiting, he lowers his arms and slowly rises to again face Scythe.

Troha: So, me and the big guy upstairs had a talk, and after much deliberation, the answer is still no.

Cerrone (to Scythe): Tough break, Daddy-O.

Troha and Cerrone then laugh and slowly saunter away as they leave a furious Scythe in their wake.

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

After break we are taken backstage where reporter Traci Reed is interviewing Saif al Abbad.

Traci: Saif, last week, you were challenging Matthew Magellan for the Progressive Championship when your match was foiled by an interruption from SIN. Surely this must have been a huge disappointment for you considering you had this title shot in Dubai, your hometown.

Saif: Ms. Reed, it most definitely was a severe disappointment to not have the opportunity to compete for the Progressive title in front of my kinsmen. But, as you are aware, Mr. Schenck has made amends for this injustice by allowing me to have another title shot against Mr. Magellan next week in HIS hometown of Lima, Peru, a decision I find very reasonable and fair.

At this time, a livid Dexter P. Wellington walks up to Saif al Abbad and gets in his face.

Wellington: I’m soooo glad you find Mr. Schenck giving you a title shot fair. But you know what isn’t fair? I should have that title shot! And if I wasn’t going to get that, then I AT LEAST should have been included in the number one contendership fatal fourway next week! You aren’t better than me and neither are those four, so why am I the one that’s being treated like the second class citizen here?!

Saif pats Wellington on the shoulder as a gesture of reassurance and leaves him with parting words before walking away.

Saif: Dexter, you are a rich man, but although your money buys you many things, it does not buy you talent. And that, my friend, is why you do not have a shot at the title.

Dexter P. Wellington is left standing beside Traci Reed, fuming, as the camera fades out.

***

Back at ringside, “No More Sorrow” by Linkin Park is blaring over the speakers and a very nervous Alexis Duval is standing in the ring. Moments later, “Demons” by Aria blares onto the speakers and the fans actually begin to cheer the arrival of the PWA Women’s Champion Zina. The champion stalks her way to the ring, taking little time to enter and stand across the ring from her challenger.

Troy: And there is the champion! After briefly losing the title to Lauren Tantalus, Zina is back atop the mountain the in the women’s division, and it’s like she never left.

Buckingham: Talent-wise, she never did. But Troy, don’t you think this is a good time for a status update on Lauren Tantalus?

Troy: I suppose it is. Folks, last week, Lauren Tantalus suffered a serious concussion after a roundhouse kick and the Daybreak from Morgan Day en route to losing the Women’s Championship back to Zina in the triple threat match. We have been told that Lauren, who has a history of concussions, has been ordered to stay out of the ring for the remainder of the season at the least. From what we understand, her status for a potential third season of The Rebirth is in doubt at this point. We will keep you posted on any further developments, and we certainly wish Lauren a speedy recovery.

Buckingham: It’s an unfortunate situation, Troy, but this is a rough business, and these kinds of things happen.

Troy: That they do.

Referee Matt Hansen then takes the championship belt and holds it high as ring announcer Lee Palmer begins the introductions.

Palmer: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the PWA Women’s Championship!

Introducing first, the challenger, from Phoenix, Arizona, weighing in at 135 pounds… ALEXISSSSS DUUUUUVAAAAAAL!

And her opponent, from Moscow, Russia, weighing in at 200 pounds, she is the PWA Women’s Champion… ZIIIIII-NAAAAA!

PWA WOMEN’S CHAMPIONSHIP:
ZINA (champion) VS. ALEXIS DUVAL (challenger)
Referee: Matt Hansen
As the bell sounds to kick this match off, Zina charges right at Alexis, who darts away in the opposite direction. Alexis exits the ring, looking for an escape, but when Zina follows her out, Alexis slides back into the ring, ready to pounce on Zina with stomps when she returns to the ring after her. This advantage doesn’t last long, however, as Zina soon gets herself back to a vertical base and clobbers Alexis to the mat with a thunderous clothesline!

Troy: I think Alexis just served to make Zina angry!

Buckingham: That’s not going to bode well!

As Alexis gets to her feet, Zina whips her into the corner and charges after her, but Alexis counters with a boot to the jaw, the impact of which spins Zina around. Sensing the opening, Alexis charges after Zina, looking for a bulldog, but Zina avoids it, shoving Alexis right off and to the mat! Then, when Alexis pops up, Zina gets a running start and brutalizes Alexis with a running shoulder tackle, knocking Alexis to the mat with ferocious authority!

Troy: Zina is heating up! Alexis might be running out of time!

Alexis is slow to her feet, but Zina refuses to show mercy, suplexing her challenger to the mat with ferocious authority! Zina then lifts her and whips Alexis into the corner, charging in after her to crush her with a thunderous clothesline! Then, when Alexis staggers out of the corner, Zina attempts to lock her in the Russian Bearhug, but out of desperation, Alexis rakes the champion’s eyes, forcing her to break the hold!

Referee Matt Hansen approaches Alexis, admonishing her for her use of the illegal eye rake, but the livid champion charges Alexis and unleashes the Siberian Express bicycle kick… only for Alexis to sidestep it, causing Zina to clobber the referee with the kick instead!

Troy: My God! Zina just nailed Matt Hansen with the Siberian Express!

Buckingham: And now, if Zina puts Alexis down for the count, there will be no one to count to three!

Having now regained her vision, Zina gives chase to Alexis, who exits the ring. Zina chases her around the ring twice before Alexis ducks into the crowd to avoid her wrath. However, when Zina returns to the ring, she notices that Morgan Day has come down from the back and is now standing in the ring!

Troy: It’s Morgan Day! What is she doing out here?!

Buckingham: She just can’t accept the fact that she’s not the champion and isn’t in a championship match! Let it go, Morgan!

Zina and Morgan stare each other down in the ring, with neither woman making a move. Then, Zina senses Alexis come back into the ringside area, grab the Women’s Championship belt, and enter the ring, but when Zina turns away from Morgan to face Alexis, Morgan drills Zina with a roundhouse kick to the back of the head! Then, in case there was any confusion, Alexis hands the championship belt to Morgan, who waits for Zina to rise and, when she does, Morgan clocks her in the skull with the title!

Troy: What the hell is going on?!

Buckingham: I’m not exactly sure, I have my suspicions, but either way it’s not good for Zina!

Smirking, Alexis removes the belt from the ring as Morgan lifts Zina’s dead weight and drills her with the Daybreak for good measure. Then, Morgan exits the ring as Alexis climbs to the top rope. Morgan then shakes referee Matt Hansen from the outside, reviving him just as Alexis leaps off the top and nails Zina with a frog splash! Alexis covers… one, two, three.

Troy: I don’t believe it! Alexis Duval is the new Women’s Champion!

The fans boo loudly as “No More Sorrow” replays and Alexis is handed the same title belt that was used as a weapon to secure the victory just moments earlier. Then, Morgan re-enters the ring and, after a moment of tension between her and Alexis, the two hug to a round of boos before Morgan raises the arm of the new champion.

Buckingham: That’s all the confirmation we need, Troy! We should have seen it coming, but Morgan Day is aligned with SIN, and thanks to her, SIN now has the Women’s Championship in their camp, in the form of Alexis Duval!

Troy: I have to say, Randall, I know Morgan has a strong connection to the group with her husband and stepchildren, but I never expected this from her. Zina was just robbed of the title, and Morgan was the primary thief!
WINNER VIA PINFALL AT 6:10 AND NEW WOMEN’S CHAMPION – ALEXIS DUVAL

The camera cuts to a quick shot of the SIN locker room, where all the members are standing, applauding, and cheering. Then, we see inside creative director Justin Schenck’s office, where Schenck angrily swipes a pile of papers off his desk.

Back in the ring, Alexis and Morgan continue the celebration as we head to break.

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

Back from break, we see inside the SIN locker room, which is filled with jubilant shouts and cheers. Champagne is popping throughout the room and Morgan Day is all smiles with the group.  Vulture calls everyone to the center of the room for a toast.

Vulture: Let’s make this a double toast! To our new Women’s Champion, Alexis! And to our newest member, Morgan!

Vulture hugs his daughter before turning to his wife Morgan and sharing a deep kiss. Meanwhile, John Wolfe approaches Alexis and lifts her off the ground with a big bearhug.

Wolfe: You did it! Way to go, love!

Alexis: Next week, it’s your turn!

Wolfe: Oh I’m ready.

Alexis: I’m sure you are. And John? Thank you.

Wolfe: For what?

Alexis: For believing in me.

She smiles at him and walks away, walking into a big hug from her brother Chris, leaving Wolfe wanting. 

Back on the other side of the room, Markus Krieg and Greg Tantalus approach Vulture and Morgan Day. After a moment of silence, Tantalus extends his hand to Morgan.

Tantalus: Welcome to SIN, Morgan. It’s a pleasure to have you.

Morgan: The pleasure is mine, Gregory. And as far as Lauren’s injury goes—

Tantalus holds his hand up and shakes his head.

Tantalus: Don’t worry about it. It wasn’t your fault. Injuries happen. Let’s focus on the present.

With that, Krieg extends his hand to Morgan, which she shakes.

Morgan: Markus. You’re not exactly the talkative type, are you?

Krieg remains expressionless for several moments before cracking a smirk.

Krieg (through a thick German accent): I believe actions speak louder than words.

Krieg then walks away.

Morgan: I like him.

Tantalus: He’s effective. They all are.

Vulture: Trust me, Morgan. This is a good idea.

Morgan: You know what? After all that’s happened since Symphony of Destruction, I no longer have a doubt in my mind about it. Now we have the Women’s Championship back away from Zina, right here with us, we’ll get the International title next week, and we’ll march on towards Everlasting Epic, in front of my people, and my love, you WILL be walking out of Wembley Stadium PWA Champion once again.

Vulture: I’ll drink to that.

Vulture, Tantalus, and Morgan toast once more as the shot fades.

***

We are now shift to the dressing room of the current PWA Progressive Champion Matthew Magellan. He is lying on his circular bed, sulking. Hanging out in the room with him are his bodyguard Briggs and his manager Jade.

Magellan: I can't believe this, Briggsy! I have to defend my title twice over the next two weeks and this just isn't fair! I came out last week in Dubai to face Saif but because SIN ruined our match, I have to face him AGAIN next week, in Lima no less. Lima! And if that isn't bad enough, once I beat Saif next week I have to defend my title against one of FOUR different guys. I mean don't get me wrong, I can beat these fools, but I didn't say I wanted to be a fighting champion. Showtime made that mistake and you saw how long his run lasted.

Jade: Well, you can't blame Justin for booking what he booked. I mean, Saif was the number one contender and that match last week did get interrupted—

Magellan: Yeah, by SIN. What’s their problem, anyway? Why did they have to ruin MY match last week? Jade, you were in SIN once, weren't you? Be a good manager and go find out what problem they have with Matthew Magellan.

Jade: Do you pay attention to anything, Matt?! The show was running long and your match was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. And I haven't been affiliated with those guys for years. I was pretty much unceremoniously dumped, I can't exactly go there and be all buddy-buddy with people like Tantalus and, ugh… Vulture.

Magellan: That’s a shame, Jade. So I guess you could say you are no longer living in “sin?”

Briggs and Jade both stare at Magellan's pathetic attempt at a joke with stone faces.

Magellan: Sorry. I'm just so tense that I haven't been as funny as I usually am. If only there was a way for all my stress to be relieved in just a few minutes... Jade, why don't you come over here?

Magellan then grabs a nearby remote to light a gas fireplace in his room and dim the lights. He grabs his pants and swiftly rips them off to reveal red silk boxers underneath as he lies back on his bed. He motions for Briggs to leave the room. Jade's jaw drops open as she looks on in horror at the scene unfolding before her.

Jade: Let me make myself clear yet again. I am NOT your whore. I'm your manager. So STOP requesting sex from me. And another thing: It is a sad and unfortunate representation of yourself if it only takes a few minutes to “relieve your tension.”

Jade storms out of Magellan's dressing room seething.

Magellan (shouting): Would it have changed your mind if I said it takes me 45 minutes?!

The camera follows Jade out of the dressing room and into the hall, where she is power walking to the women’s locker room, her face twisted in anger. At the same time, Dee is rounding the corner of the hall with a coffee in one hand and her phone in the other, obliviously texting and not paying attention. The two collide and Dee's hot coffee spills all over her chest.

Jade: Oh god, Dee I'm so sorry—

Dee: What the hell is WRONG with you?! My new shirt is RUINED! And Michael just bought this for me. Oh he is going to be pissed...

Jade: I apologized. Isn't that good—

Dee: No that is NOT good enough. This shirt was expensive. You are gonna buy me a new one. And a new coffee.

Jade (even more furious than before): Listen, shrimp. If you were watching where you were going and not texting on the phone, maybe you wouldn't have walked into me and spilled your coffee. But I still have doubts you would’ve been able to see over those ridiculous fake boobs of yours!

A crazed Dee mounts Jade and the two fall to the ground, Dee relentlessly pummeling Jade with lefts and rights! Jade reverses the momentum and rolls over on top of Dee, then proceeds to grab her by the hair and repeatedly slam her head into the concrete floor!

All the commotion has caused Magellan, Briggs, and Grieco to come running. Magellan stops at the scene of the two women fighting on top of each other, smirks, and gestures that he is taking a mental picture before he rushes in to pull Jade off of Dee. The women are finally pulled apart as the camera cuts to a commercial break.

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

Back from break, “War is the Answer” by Five Finger Death Punch hits the speakers and the fans boo as GI Jew rides his Chopper to the ring. Jew avoids any interaction with the Johannesburg crowd as he parks his Chopper and enters the squared circle, clearly focused on the opportunity before him.

Moments later, “F*ckin’ in the Bushes” by Oasis hits and the fans explode for the arrival of the PWA World Heavyweight Champion!

Troy: Here comes The Iceman! Jason Calysto is on his way to the ring, and these fans couldn’t be more excited!

Buckingham: We’re kind of back where we started with Calysto now, aren’t we?

Troy: Indeed, it was July 6 of last year that Jason Calysto made his return to the ring following in a stint in this very broadcast booth, and in his first match back, he defeated GI Jew via submission. Tonight, just over a year later, The Iceman is once again PWA World Heavyweight Champion, and he’s here to make his first televised defense of that title against GI Jew.

Buckingham: The only difference is this time, GI Jew is going to win, and we’re going to have our fourth new champion in four consecutive broadcasts, dating back to Symphony of Destruction!

Calysto enters the ring and hands the title belt over to referee Tom Stevens, who holds it high as ring announcer Lee Palmer begins the introductions.

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

Introducing first, the challenger, from Queens, New York, weighing in at 235 pounds, he is the Baddest Hebe This Side of Tel Aviv… G… I... JEWWWWWWWWW!

And his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 221 pounds, he is the PWA World Heavyweight Champion… THE ICEMAN… JAAAAA-SONNNNNN CAAAAAAA-LYSSSSSTOOOOO!

PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP:

THE ICEMAN JASON CALYSTO (champion) VS. GI JEW (challenger)
Referee: Tom Stevens
As soon as the bell sounds, GI Jew lunges right at Calysto, but The Iceman is able to take him down with a drop toehold, spin around, and lock in a front facelock. Jew battles back to his feet, where he begins attacking Calysto with repeated punches to the midsection. Calysto relinquishes the hold just as Jew whips him against the ropes, but The Iceman counters, looking for a mafia kick! However, Jew ducks under the move and downs the champion with a hard clothesline as he turns around.

With Calysto grounded, Jew goes after him with an array of hard stomps, followed by a series of stinging elbows. He then lifts Calysto off the mat and whips him shoulder-first into the ringpost and, when Calysto staggers out of the corner, he grabs him and does it again.

Troy: Shades of their match last year, Calysto performed that very maneuver on Jew just before locking the Crossface on Jew’s weakened shoulder to score the submission victory.

Buckingham: Jew is obviously showing him that things are going to be different this time around, and I love it!

Jew pulls Calysto’s right arm around his back before lifting him up and driving him down with a bodyslam, sending the extra weight crashing into Calysto’s arm. Jew then stomps away on Calysto’s arm and shoulder before locking on an armbar and wrenching it in tightly.

Buckingham: This is actually a brilliant strategy, Troy. Think about Jason Calysto’s signature moves. The Crossface, the Icebreaker, the Bottom Line… all of them require the use of a strong right arm and shoulder. If Jew takes that away from Calysto, it’s gonna be a long road to victory for The Iceman.

Battling back, Calysto is able to reach a vertical base and uses a series of forearm shots to the jaw to create separation. He then whips Jew against the ropes, but Jew rebounds with an attempted Gore! However, Calysto has the wherewithal to leapfrog over Jew and tie him in an inside cradle amid the confusion! One, two, and Jew gets a shoulder up.

Both men reach their feet at the same time and begin exchanging fists. When Calysto sees an opening, he thrusts a kick at Jew, but Jew catches it… only for Calysto to counter with a thunderous enziguri! Calysto covers… one, two, and Jew escapes.

As Jew slowly gets to a vertical base, Calysto shakes off the pain in his arm and climbs to the top rope, looking for the Bottom Line! However, before he can leap off, he is distracted by loud booing from the crowd. When he turns to the entryway, he sees why: Vulture is making his way down the aisle.

Troy: What the hell is Vulture coming out here for?! He has no business down here!

Buckingham: Troy, the man was screwed out of the world championship last week! In my book, he can go wherever he wants!

Calysto takes his eye off the prize just long enough for Jew to get up and charge into the ropes, causing The Iceman to lose his balance and straddle the top turnbuckle, tumbling back down to the mat.

Troy: Calysto and Jew are both down and it looks like Vulture is on his way over to the booth, but we have to take our final break! Folks, we’ll be right back!

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

When we return from break, a split screen shows us GI Jew firmly in control of Jason Calysto, continuing to work on his right arm, and a headset-laden Vulture sitting with Victor Troy and Randall Buckingham.

Troy: Folks, welcome back to The Rebirth and, as you can see, GI Jew has taken control of this match, and doesn’t appear to be relinquishing it. But as you can also see, SIN co-leader Vulture has joined us in the broadcast booth.

Buckingham: And if I may, it is quite the honor to have you out here, sir. What brings you out here?

Vulture: I just thought I’d get a closer look at this sham title match we’ve got going on over here, since I may be facing one of these guys at Everlasting Epic.

Troy: May? No confidence in your ability to defeat Showtime and Crowley next week?

Vulture: Don’t start with me, Troy. I was referring to the fact that I have little faith either of these men can even make it to Everlasting Epic with my title. And yes, I said my title, because the fact that it’s not around my waist right now is an absolute joke.

Troy: You don’t think the way you took the title from Showtime was the same thing?

Vulture: Absolutely not. I exercised a contractual right to have that match, I announced my intention well ahead of time despite the fact that Justin Schenck dropped the ball in notifying everyone, and I competed with Showtime in a legitimate match. The way Schenck and Calysto conspired to rob me of the title was one of the most reprehensible things I’ve ever seen in all my years in this business.

Troy: What about the way you turned on your supposed best friend Calysto at Symphony of Destruction to join SIN? Not reprehensible enough for you?

Vulture: That was business, Troy. My decision to join SIN had nothing to do with my friendship with Calysto. What he chose to do last week, however… that really blurs the line between business and personal.

Troy: What’s your personal relationship with Calysto like right now?

Vulture: Can we just watch the match?

In the ring, GI Jew has continued to dominate the match, and now looks to put a stamp on it. With Calysto on the mat, clutching his arm in immense pain, Jew grabs him and, once again, whips him shoulder-first straight into the steel ringpost! When Calysto staggers backwards, Jew bends him over and lifts him for a piledriver… but Calysto is able to fight out of it and down him with a back body drop! Then, when Jew rises, Calysto rushes him and downs him with a furious spinning heel kick!

Troy: Spinning heel kick! Calysto has taken a beating, but if history is any indication, this match is almost over!

Buckingham: Fat chance, Troy! Not tonight!

Jew gets back to his feet and, when he does, Calysto rushes forth and clobbers him with a mafia kick! Calysto covers… one, two, and Jew gets a shoulder up! Then, Calysto looks to the top rope and climbs, attempting the Bottom Line once again!

Buckingham: He won’t be able to hit this, Troy! That arm has taken too much abuse!

Calysto stands on the top turnbuckle, waiting for Jew to rise. Finally, he does, and The Iceman leaps off, connecting with a thunderous Bottom Line! However, the impact on his arm is tremendous, and Calysto immediately clutches his arm in pain, spending so much time doing so that he isn’t able to attempt a pin, and Jew actually beats him to his feet.

Calysto ultimately rises, turning around to find Jew charging at him like a bull, looking to destroy him with a thunderous Gore! Jew charges Calysto with a fury, but just before impact, The Iceman again leapfrogs over his challenger! Jew tries to stop short, but collides a bit with the turnbuckles. However, before he can even turn around, Calysto jumps toward Jew, hooking his feet underneath Jew’s armpits and falling back, using the momentum to roll Jew up into a pinning combination! One, two, three!

Buckingham: What?!

Troy: He got him! He got him! Jason Calysto has just pinned GI Jew and retained the PWA Championship!

Buckingham: Wait a minute… the title WON’T be changing hands tonight?! What gives?!

Vulture: Don’t worry, Randall. He won’t be wearing that title long. Trust me.

The fans cheer wildly as “F*ckin’ in the Bushes” replays and Calysto is announced the winner. Disgusted, GI Jew, curses under his breath but chooses not to continue the fight, instead yelling at Calysto as he storms his way to the backstage area.
WINNER VIA PINFALL AT 13:41 AND STILL PWA CHAMPION – JASON CALYSTO

As Calysto celebrates his victory, he becomes distracted when he notices SIN members Greg Tantalus, Markus Krieg, Chris Duval, and John Wolfe appear from behind the curtain. He dares them to hit the ring, but amid the distraction, Vulture rips off his headset, slides into the ring and, as soon as Calysto turns around, Vulture clobbers him in the jaw with a running knee!

Calysto hits the mat hard and Vulture pounces, mounting him and clobbering him with repeated right hands to the face. Then, with Calysto down, Vulture slaps him in the Sharpshooter!

Buckingham: I love it! Calysto ambushed Vulture with the Crossface last week and forced him to tap out, and now Vulture is returning the favor! Tap, Calysto! Tap!

Troy: Not to mention the fact that SIN is blocking the aisle so that no one can come down and help!

However, despite the blockade, Vulture is shocked when he notices Dan Crowley and Showtime Damon Savage hop the barricade from opposite sides of the crowd and enter the ring, quickly breaking him off Calysto! Then, Showtime and Crowley take the fight to the SIN co-leader!

Buckingham: What the hell?! How did they get in the crowd?!

Troy: I don’t know, but I love it!

Furious, Tantalus begins sprinting to the ring, calling on the troops to follow. However, as soon as they hit the squared circle, Chase Stone and Hollywood Mike Griffin rush out from the back, wasting no time getting involved! Then, with SIN still controlling the action, Anthony Failla comes charging out from the backstage area! With Failla hitting the ring, SIN actually finds themselves outnumbered. Realizing this, Vulture and Tantalus call for a retreat, and SIN leaves the ring to a roaring ovation! The group backpedals up the aisle, staring down their eager opposition as Calysto stands at the center of the group, holding the championship belt high as “F*ckin’ in the Bushes” again fills the arena!

Troy: Look at this! SIN isn’t so bad when the sides are evened up!

Buckingham: This was an ambush! Not fair!

Troy: SIN may have stolen the Women’s Championship from Zina tonight and added a new member in Morgan Day, but for all their success in the women’s division, the men have had quite the rough night! And if this rough patch continues into next week, SIN is going to find themselves out of the Everlasting Epic main event!

Buckingham: You wish! SIN might be experiencing a temporary setback at the moment, but Vulture and the rest of the group will have the last laugh next week! Just watch!

Troy: You don’t have to tell me! Folks, tune in next week to see Vulture, Dan Crowley, and Showtime Damon Savage compete in a triple threat match for the right to challenge for the PWA Championship at Everlasting Epic, along with Evan Black and Solomon in a one-on-one encounter, John Wolfe challenging Chase Stone for the International Championship, and so much more! Folks, we’ll see you next week! Goodnight, everybody!


-- END SHOW --


Pre-Show Dark Matches:
1. Rich Revis def. Darrin Giles via pinfall at 4:33 with Wasteland. (Referee: Jose Soares)
2. Jade def. Dee Licious via pinfall at 4:05 with the Side Effect. (Referee: Dan Martin)
3. Scythe def. Dexter P. Wellington via pinfall at 6:14 with the Diving Blade. (Referee: Matt Hansen)