EPISODE #3.14

JACKSONVILLE VETERANS MEMORIAL ARENA
JACKSONVILLE, FLORIDA
TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 11, 2012

Watch the video below for the show-opening video package and The Rebirth opening credits



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As the video concludes, we are taken inside the Jacksonville Veterans Memorial Arena in Jacksonville, Florida, where a luminous pyrotechnic display ensues and we are taken to 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 tonight, we are going to finalize the field for the Everlasting Epic main event, the Seven Deadly Sins match for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship!

Buckingham: We sure are, Troy! Five of the eight spots in the SDS have already been claimed, but tonight, the final three qualifiers will be held!

Troy: Indeed, we’ll see GI Jew take on Chase Stone, Da Playboi Romeo battle The Miracle Mike Troha, and Hollywood Mike Griffin face off with the hometown hero Jaguar!

Buckingham: This city has certainly had an ongoing love affair with Jaguar, but he’ll have to be on his game tonight to overcome a talent like two-time PWA Champion Mike Griffin.

Troy: All three qualifiers should be hotly-contested affairs, with three deserving individuals joining the PWA Champion Evan Black, Anthony Failla, Jason Calysto, Scythe, and Showtime Damon Savage in the SDS field.

Buckingham: And Troy, in just a few moments, four of those aforementioned individuals will compete in a fatal fourway match with the PWA World Heavyweight Championship on the line! Evan Black could lose the title without even being pinned or submitting!

Troy: That is true, but it comes with the territory when you’re the world champion. The fatal fourway includes the entire current SDS field with the exception of Anthony Failla, who last week committed a horrible atrocity. Our broadcast colleague Scott Cornelius was interviewing Failla, admittedly pressing him with some very tough questions, questions that Mr. Failla evidently couldn’t handle. But then, in an inexcusable act of cowardice, Failla tossed Scott around like a ragdoll, assaulting a man for doing his job.

Buckingham: It was certainly shocking. We saw this earlier this season, when Keiko Ishida attacked Traci Reed, but this is Anthony Failla, one of the strongest individuals that’s ever walked through these doors. Miraculously, Scott only suffered bumps and bruises, but is still home this week convalescing. I’d imagine he’s afraid to come back to work. I would be.

Troy: Well, Justin Schenck has taken action against Failla, fining him a whopping $250,000 and declaring that any physicality towards any non-wrestling PWA employee for the remainder of the season will result in a monstrous $500,000 fine and a 60-day suspension, which would rule the assailant out for Everlasting Epic and effectively end their PWA career. It’s a hardline approach, but it should stop this madness.

Buckingham: Well, speaking of fines, Justin Schenck has also given Vulture and Greg Tantalus the opportunity to address each other in the ring tonight, one-on-one, with some caveats. If any members of SIN or The Absolved get involved, or if there is any physicality between the two whatsoever, both men will be heavily fined and sent home for an undetermined amount of time.

Troy: This war between Tantalus and Vulture has certainly made Justin’s job more challenging over the past few weeks, so I think he’s optimistic that they will be able to talk through their issues tonight. Or at least come to some understanding so that they aren’t trying to kill each other every single week.

Buckingham: I’m not sure how likely that is. Probably less likely than Paul Dawkins and Renegade beating The Hollywood Miracle for the Tag Team Championship last week, but hey, that actually happened, so I guess you never know.

Troy: Indeed, we have new PWA Tag Team Champions, but those titles will be in jeopardy again tonight, as Dawkins and Renegade defend against Bishop Cross and Markus Krieg, The Soul Stealers!

Buckingham: I think all signs point to a very short reign for Dawkins and Renegade.

Troy: The Progressive Championship will also be on the line tonight when Asai Moon gets his first one-on-one shot at the title, challenging his good friend Saif al Abbad!

Buckingham: And the International Champion Jon Dulberg will be in action, teaming with his bodyguard Briggs to battle Matthew Magellan and the Hall of Famer, the Hardcore Icon Kerry Cox!

Troy: All that and much more, but folks, let’s get down to ringside! We’re kicking things off in a huge way tonight, with the PWA World Heavyweight Championship on the line!

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Watch the video below for

MATCH #1 – PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP:
EVAN BLACK (champion) VS. SHOWTIME DAMON SAVAGE (challenger) VS. THE ICEMAN JASON CALYSTO (challenger) VS. SCYTHE (challenger)
Referee: Tom Stevens



-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

Back from commercial, “The Stone Monkey” by Kazu Matsui his the speakers and the fans begin booing as an angry Keiko Ishida makes her way onto the stage. Sneering with disdain as she walks down the aisle, Keiko grabs a microphone and enters the ring.

Keiko: What happened last week WAS A JOKE! How could I have been forced to defend my Women’s Championship in a Symphony of Destruction?! And if I HAD to have that match, how could I not have gotten any championship advantage?! Solomon got a guarantee of entering in the last half of the match. Why didn’t I get the same?! And then I draw number ONE?! Number ONE?! I was screwed! No one can tell me differently! How could I have drawn number one?! This is your fault, Justin Schenck! And I want some answers! You owe me that much! Get out here and explain yourself, Schenck! I demand it!

After several moments of silence, “Demons” by Aria hits and the fans explode into cheers for the new PWA Women’s Champion Zina!

Troy: That’s not who Keiko wanted!

Buckingham: What the hell is Zina doing out here?! She asked for Justin Schenck! Zina has no business out here!

Keiko is livid in the ring, screaming at Zina her whole way down the aisle.

Keiko: Who asked YOU to come out here?! You think you’re a champion?! You are NOT a champion! That is MY title! You are a THIEF! How did you draw number nine while I got stuck with number one?! Do you really think you deserve that title?!

Zina then steps into the ring, while Keiko keeps running her mouth.

Keiko: You’re a fraud! You hear me, Zina?! A fraud!

Zina motions to Keiko to hand her the microphone for a rebuttal. However, as soon as Keiko steps forward, microphone extended, Zina blasts her in the jaw with the Siberian Express bicycle kick! The Jacksonville crowd responds with thunderous cheers as “Demons” replays and a smirking Zina exits, satisfied with this exchange.

Buckingham: What a cheap shot! That was disgraceful!

Troy: No Randall, that was Zina!

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We are now taken backstage, where Anthony Failla is angrily storming down a hallway. Upon finding the office of Justin Schenck, he barges right in, and we catch the PWA’s creative director jumping up out of his seat at the disturbance. 

Schenck: Jeez Failla! Don't you knock?!

Failla: I want some answers, Schenck!

Schenck: Answers regarding what?

Failla: Regarding why I wasn't included in the title match that just took place out there! I'm the only man currently qualified for the Seven Deadly Sins that wasn't included in it. We’re all going to Everlasting Epic regardless, but why the hell was I left out?!

Schenck: Listen Anthony, talent-wise, there was no reason to exclude you, but your incredibly unprofessional behavior last week warranted your being benched tonight. Plain and simple. 

Failla: What?! I paid a ridiculous quarter-mil fine to clear that up!

Schenck: You did, but it cleared up nothing. You won't be rewarded for reprehensible behavior around here, and what you did to Scott Cornelius was certainly that. Anything else you want to discuss? 

Failla: You know what, Schenck? No. Since there's nothing for me to do here tonight anyway, I'll do myself a favor and just get in my car, hit I-95, and get the hell out of this pile of trash these losers call a city.

Voice: Well, take 95 North to Airport Road and get to steppin.

As Failla turns around, we find that the voice belongs to Jaguar, who is decked out in brand-new ring attire, colored forest green with gold trim, with a green leather jacket to match. 

Failla: Oh look, it’s the walking Jacksonville GPS.

Jaguar: Maybe so. Better than being a walking insecure bully, which is what you were, are, and always will be.

Failla: (getting in his face) You wanna mouth off to ME?! This is NONE of your business, unless you want it to be.

Schenck: Guys, not here, not tonight.

Jaguar: Nah it’s cool, Justin.

He then gets in Failla’s face.

Jaguar: Scott Cornelius is a friend of mine, but he's a grown man, and I won't fight his battle unless asked. But it involved me when you trashed this city. My city. Just because you couldn't win the big one at Everlasting Epic here, don't blame the hardworking people who make this place what it is. Face it, Failla, good things don't happen to you here, and you've already been chipped off a quarter-mil. Don't get a dental bill with that too. 

Failla: (smirking) You know what, Jag? I'm gonna do you a favor. You're here in your hometown, and for whatever reason, these jackasses just can’t get enough of you. So I’m gonna let you slide. And not only that, but I hope you and your fancy new costume get the win tonight. Because I want to be there firsthand in Queens to crush your spirit as I end your Everlasting Epic undefeated streak and become the new and final PWA Champion.

The massive Failla makes his exit, but not before making sure to bump his longtime nemesis on the way out of Schenck’s office. 

Schenck: Jag, I'm sorry about that. 

Jaguar: Justin, I've been dealing with that guy for 20 years, nothing I haven't seen before. 

Schenck: Good luck in your match tonight. 

Jaguar nods and exits, but is immediately approached by backstage reporter Traci Reed as he does. 

Traci: Jaguar, if I could get a quick moment.

Jaguar: Sure T, what’s up?

Traci: Well, we are here in Jacksonville and we know this is truly an important night for you, as you attempt to qualify for the Seven Deadly Sins world title match at Everlasting Epic. Since this is slated to be your last time competing in front of your hometown fans, we needed to ask what your thoughts were. 

Jaguar: Well Traci, let me start by addressing my friend, my brother, Romeo, who is trying to do the same thing I am and qualify for Seven Deadly Sins. Rome, you got Troha in just a minute, and it’s real simple, bruh. You do your thing, I do mine, and we are going back to Queens to finish this off right. But for me… this place means so much to me. We know I'm not a Jax native. I came down here after leaving New York to build something here, to put Southeastern wrestling back on the map. Many moons ago, I helped do that, but these fans and these folks here brought me in and made Duval County my home. There's so much going on in my head, so much emotion. My family is here, my friends, my fans… it’s a big night. But I've never taken my focus off of my goal, and tonight, it begins with Hollywood Mike Griffin. We've had our wars and he's a tough competitor, but I became the first man to take down Solomon in this arena, and I will not let my final moment here be a loss to Mike Griffin.

Traci: And one more thing. May I ask why the new attire? It’s quite the departure from your traditional colors of red, white, and black. Is there any meaning to it?

Jaguar: There's a deep meaning to it, Traci, but I'll explain that another time. I just want to say this to the fans tonight.

He then turns to the camera.

Jaguar: Guys, we've got one more go-round tonight. I want every last bit of your energy to come through, and for your voices to be heard. It might be my last match here, but I am, and we are, Duval til we die. Let's show Hollywood what the 904 is all about! 

A pumped-up Jaguar makes his exit, leaving the crowd swirling in a frenzy as we head to commercial. 

Troy: That match is still to come, but up next, it’s our first Seven Deadly Sins qualifier of the evening! It’s Romeo and Mike Troha one-on-one, right after this!

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

Watch the video below for

MATCH #2 – SEVEN DEADLY SINS QUALIFYING MATCH:
THE MIRACLE MIKE TROHA VS. ROMEO
Referee: Jose Soares



-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

Back from break, VAST’s “Falling From the Sky” plunges onto the speakers, and the Jacksonville crowd gives a warm welcome to Vulture, who heads to the ring in street clothes, alone.

Troy: Alright, ladies and gentlemen, it looks like it’s that time! Justin Schenck told Vulture and Greg Tantalus that they’d have the opportunity to address one another tonight, so long as there was no physicality and no involvement from SIN or The Absolved. This is the first on-screen appearance for either one of them tonight, so let’s see if they can abide by Schenck’s rules.

Buckingham: Call it a hunch, but I don’t think they care much about Schenck’s rules.

Troy: If they don’t, they’re going to end up sent home with some heavy fines levied.

When he reaches the ringside area, Vulture grabs a microphone and enters the squared circle, letting the Jacksonville cheers die down before he begins speaking.

Vulture: You know, the last time I stood in the ring to address everyone like this, it was a pretty pathetic display. Pathetic that I would believe for even one second that Greg Tantalus wasn’t simply trying to game me one last time, but even more pathetic that I was willing to walk away from all this with your lasting image of me being a that of a battered and helpless loser. That’s not who Vulture has ever been, and that’s not how he’s going out. Now, I’ll be the first to admit it: I’m in bad shape physically. My knees are shot, my back’s in pain every single day, and the relief from my neck surgery nine years ago is seriously wearing off. In fact, my doctor is under the impression I’ll eventually need another one. I broke three ribs in my match with Anthony Failla early this year, and didn’t take any time off to heal until after Symphony of Destruction. So yeah, my body is breaking down. Even if this company wasn’t shutting its doors for good in a few weeks, I would be on borrowed time. But now that I’m back here, I’m committed to making it to Everlasting Epic, committed to being here at the end. So with that said, Tantalus, get your ass out here. I have something to say to you.

Moments later, “Hey You” by Simon Says blares onto the speakers and Greg Tantalus begins making his way to the ring amid a chorus of boos. Tantalus stares Vulture down throughout his walk to the squared circle before grabbing a microphone and entering.

Tantalus: Before you get started with whatever the hell you’re gonna say, let me remind you that we’re not allowed to touch each other tonight. That means you can’t cheapshot me the way you did last week.

Vulture: I cheapshot YOU?! You came out to the ring to try to get me disqualified! I just cut you off before you got a chance.

Tantalus: And that was in retaliation not only to you causing me to lose my Seven Deadly Sins qualifier, but also for trying to DROWN ME IN THE GODDAMN OCEAN! Do you know how lucky you are that I decided not to press charges?! At least not yet…

Vulture: You’re not going to press charges.

Tantalus: Oh really? And why won’t I?

Vulture: Because if you press charges, I won’t make it to Everlasting Epic. And we have a score to settle. What better time and place to do it than October 20th, Citi Field, the final event in PWA history?

Tantalus: If you want me to give up my right to press charges for you nearly drowning me, I’m gonna need more than that. If we’re gonna do this at Everlasting Epic, I want it to be something that can’t end on a cheap count-out or disqualification. Something that is immune to interference. I want something permanent.

Vulture: What do you suggest?

Tantalus: It’s simple. Hell… in a Cell!

Troy: What?!

Buckingham: There’s no way Vulture can accept this! No way!

Vulture ponders for several moments, staying silent.

Tantalus: What’s the matter, Vulture? Not sure you want to commit to this after all? Afraid that if you enter the Cell with me, you’ll come out of it a cripple? It’s a valid fear. No one will blame you if you turn me down. Then again, no one will respect you either. There was a time where you wouldn’t have hesitated to accept my challenge. But your time has long since passed. We both know that. We both know that you won’t take this match because you know not only can you not win, but you know you can’t survive it. You may have cut your hair, but you’re still the same guy who hasn’t won a single match this entire season. So go ahead. The decision is yours. Confirm to all these people that you’re the coward we know you are and not the hero you used to be.

Vulture spends several more moments deliberating, growing angrier by the second. Finally, he replies.

Vulture: You know what, Tantalus? I am sick and tired of this. Joining up with you again was one of the worst mistakes of my career. I know I’m nearing the end of the road, and Everlasting Epic is going to be it for me, one way or another. And I know that if I accept your challenge, I’ll be risking everything. My long-term health, my legacy, perhaps even my life. But I have to tell you, those three things, I view them all equally. And while turning you down preserves my long-term health and my life, it destroys my legacy. So Greg Tantalus, I accept your challenge for Hell in a Cell at Everlasting Epic!

Troy: Whoa! Tantalus vs. Vulture in Hell in a Cell at EE8?!

Buckingham: This is suicide, Troy!

Tantalus smirks at Vulture’s response as the fans cheer wildly.

Tantalus: Do you have any idea what you just did? You just willingly accepted a death sentence. I will show you no mercy. I am going to cripple you at Everlasting Epic, mark my words.

Vulture: You can try. But mark MY words: you’ve already ruined my retirement twice. You will NOT do it a third time.

Tantalus appears poised to respond, but instead cracks Vulture across the face with a slap!

Troy: Hey! He can’t do that! They’re not supposed to touch!

Vulture doesn’t take kindly to this offense and promptly tackles Tantalus to the mat and begins wailing on him! The two brawl right out of the ring, the battle spilling onto the arena floor!

Buckingham: Looks like Justin Schenck’s rules have been officially broken!

As the fans cheer wildly, Tantalus and Vulture continue their furious brawl. Numerous security officials storm out from backstage to try to separate them, initially to no avail.

Troy: Folks, we’re gonna try to get this situation under control! We’ll be right back!

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

Back from break, we are taken to the backstage area, where security is still struggling to keep Vulture and Greg Tantalus apart, their hatred for each other so strong that it makes it difficult for half a dozen security personnel to remove them from the arena. Creative director Justin Schenck is now on the scene, screaming at Vulture and Tantalus to let it go and wait until Everlasting Epic. Though they continue to lunge at one another, security is now able to escort them out of the building amid Schenck’s fruitless shouting. Just then, Morgan Day walks onto the scene and approaches Schenck, but the creative director begins speaking first.

Schenck: Before you say anything, Morgan, I’m fining them $100,000 each and sending them home. And I don’t want to see either of them next week. They can return to television two weeks from tonight in Chicago. I’m sorry, but I have to make good on my threat.

Morgan: A hundred grand and a suspension?! Are you serious?!

Schenck: I need to prove my point.

Morgan: Prove your point?! You… whatever. Just tell me that you won’t sanction a Hell in a Cell match! I don’t know what the hell my husband was thinking, but—

Suddenly, Morgan is violently clubbed down from behind by Lauren Tantalus! She then looks down at Morgan and begins screaming.

Lauren: Just SHUT your MOUTH! Nobody wants to hear you, BITCH!

She then looks up at Schenck, daring him to say anything. Exasperated, the creative director sighs, throws his hands up and walks away as Lauren looks back down, satisfied with her work, before exiting.

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Watch the video below for

MATCH #3 – PWA INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION JON DULBERG & BRIGGS VS. MATTHEW MAGELLAN & KERRY COX
Referee: Dan Martin



-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

Back from break, “Map of the Problematique” by Muse hits the speakers, prompting boos from the Jacksonville crowd as Emily Walker leads Paul Epton to the ring. Neither appears to be particularly pleased tonight as Epton enters the ring and Emily grabs a microphone before doing so herself.

Emily: Last week, Paul and myself were out here at ringside, making it known that we want a shot at the Progressive title. Before long, that scene spiraled a bit out of control, but amidst the chaos, Paul grabbed hold of Asai Moon, giving us the opportunity to make a statement at the expense of the man who in just a few minutes will challenge for that title. Asai was prone, and all we asked Fenix Clarke to do was come into the ring and knock him out with that Flatline Kick of his. Well, Clarke came into the ring alright, but all he managed to do was blast poor Paul with that kick, and he did it what seemed to be like seconds after Asai moved. Now, last week, Fenix swore it was an accident. But I’ve given him the cold shoulder all week, and now I want to hear what he has to say. So Fenix Clarke, your presence is required.

Moments later, “Betrayal” by Lita Ford hits and Fenix Clarke makes his way to the squared circle, actually receiving a smattering of cheers from the crowd. As soon as he enters the ring, however, he is greeted by a slap across the face from Emily!

Emily: I know what you did last week, and how dare you?! After EVERYTHING I’ve done for you! You meant to hit Epton! I know you did!

Anger fills Clarke’s face, but he doesn’t react.

Emily: Oh, are you mad now?! Are you going to cry?! Well then cry, little baby! Cry in front of the entire world! It would be fitting. You were a blubbering baby when I found you, when you showed up at my father’s school several years ago. Blathering on and on about how hard it was to start over in a new country, without any friends or family. You should have heard yourself. It was pathetic.

Pain continues to show itself on Clarke’s visage, but he continues to hold it inside.

Emily: Is this too painful to hear? Good! You have been nothing but a miserable failure, Fenix. I took you under my wing and I brought you up from nothing, but I have a newsflash for you. It was always my intention to use you to get Paul back. And you know what? You’ve worked out brilliantly in that regard. I can understand if that hurt you emotionally, but sometimes you simply have to man up. You were the Progressive Champion, and you blew it because you were just too sad. That is pathetic. But what’s even more pathetic is that you decided to express this anger by passive-aggressively kicking Paul in the head and making it seem like an accident. I know it was no accident. Paul knows it was no accident. YOU know it was no accident. So please, just do us all a favor and admit your cowardice. Tell the world just how pathetic you really are.

Clarke’s face is so contorted by anger and emotion that he can’t speak. Losing his patience, Paul Epton rips the microphone away from Emily.

Epton: You don’t want to admit it to these people?! Fine! Then I will! Ladies and gentlemen, Fenix Clarke is the worst kind of human being. He’s the type of person that will leech off you for years, and then when it’s time to pay back that favor, he can’t do it without making it all about himself. Isn’t that right, Fenix? You came into this company thinking that Emily was going to hand you success on a silver platter. Well, she was ready to hand you success. But you and her, you were never meant to be. You were a pawn in our admittedly twisted relationship. But instead of accepting that and focusing on your career, you had to make this about your bottled-up feelings. And then, when you finally snapped last week, you did it in the meekest way possible. You weren’t even man enough to confront me for stealing your woman. You just stood outside our dressing room, knowing what was going on inside and doing nothing about. Just like on the road, when we’d get two hotel rooms and Emily would always spend the night in mine, while I assume you sat stewing in cuckolded bitterness. These things don’t make you a victim, Clarke. They don’t justify you for your actions last week. They simply make you half a man.

At this point, Clarke can take no more. His rage reaches a boiling point, and he tackles Epton to the mat and begins unloading on him with vicious rights and lefts as the Jacksonville crowd showers him with cheers! Epton tries desperately to scurry away from him, eventually succeeding by tumbling under the bottom rope and out of the ring. Then, with Epton out of the ring, Clarke stands up and turns his attention to Emily!

Buckingham: He wouldn’t touch Emily, would he?!

Troy: In the state of mind he’s in, I’m not sure what Fenix Clarke is capable of right now!

Emily is clearly nervous, backing up as far as she can, while Clarke screams inaudibly at her. However, while he closes in, Epton returns to the ring and clubs Clarke from behind, allowing Emily a window to slip out of the ring! Epton nails Clarke with several good shots, but Clarke quickly reverses the momentum, bashing him with repeated blows and knocking him back into the ropes. Clarke attempts to knock Epton out with the Flatline Kick as he rebounds, but Epton uses the ropes to stop his momentum and slides out of the ring. From there, Epton and Emily rapidly flee up the ramp, leaving a fuming Clarke alone in the ring, daring them to come back to the ring and finish what they’ve started.

Troy: Emily and Epton have just opened up Pandora’s Box, and they’re gonna have a hell of a time getting it closed again!

***

The camera now shifts to the backstage area, where Asai Moon is walking through the halls, getting ready to head to the ring for his Progressive title opportunity against Saif al Abbad. However, he is suddenly clobbered down from behind by Juan Pablo Alvarez, Ana Maria Linares, and Dexter P. Wellington! The three do a vicious number on Asai, culminating with Wellington grabbing Asai’s head and smashing it against the wall! Officials then storm the area, prompting the trio to flee as we head to break.

Troy: What a vile and heinous assault! How is Asai Moon supposed to compete for the Progressive Championship tonight?!

Buckingham: I don’t think he’s going to!

Troy: Dammit folks, we’ll be right back!

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

Back from break, we see Asai Moon being loaded onto a stretcher, having still not regained consciousness. To his right, PWA creative director Justin Schenck and Progressive Champion Saif al Abbad are conversing.

Schenck: So I just spoke with the doctor and there’s no way Asai is going to be able to compete tonight. I’m sorry, but your match is off.

Saif: I don’t even care about that right now. What they did to Asai was unacceptable. Are they so consumed with my title that they would do this to someone like Asai? He did not deserve this.

Schenck: Well what do you want to do? I’ll let you choose the match and stipulation for your replacement title defense next week.

Saif ponders for a moment before responding.

Saif: I know it will seem crazy, but next week, I want to defend my title in a fatal fourway match. Assuming of course that Asai is cleared to compete. If so, let me defend it against Asai, Alvarez, and Wellington, a rematch of last year’s Everlasting Epic. And if neither Alvarez nor Wellington win the title, they can never receive another shot at this championship again.

Schenck: That sounds good to me. I can make that happen.

Saif: And Mr. Schenck, one other thing. Since I’m dressed and ready to compete tonight, I still want a match. I want the man who decided it would be a good idea to bash Asai’s head against the wall. I want Dexter Wellington.

Schenck: You’ve got it. It’ll be you and Wellington in a non-title match in a little bit. Stand by. I’ve gotta go find him.

Saif: Good. I’ll be waiting for him.

With that, the camera fades out and we head back to ringside.

***

MATCH #4 – SEVEN DEADLY SINS QUALIFYING MATCH:
GI JEW VS. CHASE STONE
Referee: Matt Hansen



***

The camera shifts to the backstage area, where we can see creative director Justin Schenck walking towards the entrance into the arena. He reaches it just in time to see Chase Stone walking back through the curtain. Schenck wears a wide smile on his face and approaches Stone with open arms.

Schenck: Chase! You did it, buddy! Congratulations!

Stone half-heartedly returns Schenck’s hug, but breaks it up quickly.

Schenck: Can you believe it?! Everlasting Epic main event! That is AWESOME, Chase!

Stone: Of course I can believe it, Justin. It’s where I deserve to be. I don’t know if this is your idea of challenging me, but I’ve passed every test. I beat out 22 other guys to even get a qualifying match, then I just won my qualifier where I could have lost just by Solomon peeking his head through the curtain. How fair is that? But whatever, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’m going to the Seven Deadly Sins match, the main event of Everlasting Epic, the final match in PWA history.

Schenck: Yeah, that is the right attitude. And I’m sorry about that. It was nothing personal. Just business. I owe you one.

Stone: You do. And I’m cashing in that favor right now.

Schenck: Oh?

Stone: Next week, we’re in Pittsburgh. Now you know I’m originally from Pittsburgh, not to mention that there’s a pretty significant Penn State fan base in that city. The way I see it, it all lines up. Only people in the Seven Deadly Sins match are allowed to challenge for the world title from this point forward. Well, now I’m in. And last week, Evan Black told me that if I qualified, he’d be glad to give me a title shot. Somehow, Justin, you’ve held off on booking this match to this point. But I’m asking you to give me what I deserve next week. Let me go home and beat Evan Black to become the youngest PWA Champion in history.

Schenck is initially silent, making Stone nervous.

Stone: What’s the matter? I don’t know what else I could do to convince you I deserve this.

Schenck: You know what? You’re right. You’ve got your match. Next week, live in Pittsburgh, in our main event, Chase, you will challenge Evan Black for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship.  

Stone then breaks into a smile and extends his hand, which Schenck shakes.

Stone: Thank you, Justin. I’ll make you proud.

With that, Stone walks off, leaving Schenck behind, beaming like a proud parent.

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK --

We return from break with Chase Stone walking through the halls, a cocky smirk on his face. He then arrives into the dressing room of the PWA World Heavyweight Champion Evan Black, barging in without knocking. Black, now in street clothes after his successful title defense earlier tonight, is not terribly surprised by the visit.

Black: I was wondering how long this was gonna take.

Stone: So I take it you’ve heard the good news.

Black: I did. Did you think I’d be intimidated? I told you last week I’d be happy to defend the title against you. Kudos for making it happen.

Stone: Yeah, well you can save the false niceties. This is it, EB. This is finally my chance to prove to the world that I’m simply better than you. Everyone keeps saying that you’re the next Jason Calysto. Well guess what? I’M the next Jason Calysto. Better yet, I’m not the next anyone. I’m the first Chase Stone. And you’re going to be just another chapter in my story. I’m bigger than you, stronger than you, faster than you, smarter than you, and quite frankly, just simply better than you.

Black: Other than being slightly bigger than me, you are none of those things. You want to run your mouth? Fine. I do my talking in the ring.

Stone: Good. I’m looking forward to shutting you up next week.

Black: Likewise.

The two men then tensely stare each other down before Stone slowly backpedals out of the champion’s dressing room.

***

The camera then shifts to another portion of the backstage area, where GI Jew is destroying the catering spread, venting his frustrations over losing his opportunity to participate in the Everlasting Epic main event. In the background, we can see several backstage workers standing around with Kemi Okoro. They appear to be urging Kemi to talk to GI Jew. After initially protesting, she reluctantly agrees and approaches.

Kemi: Um, excuse me—

Jew: What?!

Kemi: (flustered) Uh, nothing, I uh—

Jew: You got marbles in your mouth?! What do you want?!

Kemi: I just wanted to, uh, say that you don’t… you don’t have to be so angry about your—

Jew: My what? My failure?! I just tapped out! I NEVER tap out! I just lost the chance to main event Everlasting Epic, Kemi, and you’re telling me I shouldn’t be angry about that?!

Kemi: No, I just… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come here.

Jew: No, you shouldn’t have! I’m entitled to throw things around if I—

Before Jew can complete his thought, he is blindsided by Solomon, viciously clubbed down by the Alaskan Monster! As Jew writhes on the ground, Solomon sneers at Kemi, prompting her to flee to safety. Then, Solomon lifts Jew off the ground and destroys him with a vicious Deep Freeze right through the catering table!

With Jew barely clinging to consciousness, Solomon gets down on a knee and speaks to him.

Solomon: You wanted to finish it? There. I’ve finished it. Now leave me the hell alone because I’m gonna do what you just failed to: get into the Seven Deadly Sins match.

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Watch the video below for

MATCH #5 – NON-TITLE MATCH:
PWA PROGRESSIVE CHAMPION SAIF AL ABBAD VS. DEXTER P. WELLINGTON
Referee: Jose Soares



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Back from break, the camera catches Maddox Tate conversing in the back with Michael Grieco.

Tate: I don’t know what it is lately, but he’s been a loser. He lost it for us when we had our title shot three weeks ago. And then last week, against The Hot Boy$... what the hell was that?! I had them ripe for the pickin’ after the Backfire, I tag Pitbull in, and what? Within two minutes, we’ve lost? It’s a disgrace.

Grieco: I understand completely, because any time Jaguar or Romeo win, it feels like a disgrace.

Tate: See, you know what I mean. I just can’t keep pulling all the weight in the damn team. It’s not a team when one member is a loser.

Just then, Pitbull himself walks onto the scene.

Pitbull: What are we talking about over here?

Grieco: We’re talking about how you’re a loser and you SUCK.

Pitbull: What’d you say?

Grieco: I said we—

Before Grieco can get out another word, Pitbull clocks him in the jaw with a hard right! The two then exchange fists for several moments before Pitbull gets some space and proceeds to clobber Grieco in the jaw with a big boot, flooring him! He then turns to Tate.

Pitbull: See this jackass on the ground? If you don’t want that to be your future, I suggest you shut your damn mouth.

With that, the two stare each other for several moments until Pitbull walks off, leaving Tate staring back at him as we return to ringside.

***

Watch the video below for

MATCH #6 – PWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP:
PAUL DAWKINS & RENEGADE (champions) VS. THE SOUL STEALERS (challengers)
Referee: Dan Martin



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Back from break, Bishop Lamont’s “Hallelujah” hits the speakers and the fans begin booing as Jackie Baccaro makes his way to the ring.

Troy: What’s Baccaro doing out here?

Buckingham: I don’t know. I don’t have him on my format sheet.

Ignoring the crowd, Baccaro grabs a microphone and enters the ring.

Baccaro: I know you people are all clamoring to see your boy Jaguar try to qualify for Seven Deadly Sins, but you’re gonna have to wait a few more minutes. I have something I’ve gotta do that I’ve been waiting 15 months for. Now, I just got back from Justin Schenck’s office, and he told me that next week, I go one-on-one with the man that broke my neck, Chris Duval. So I’ll get my closure with him in seven days. But there’s another Duval I never got closure with: my ex-girlfriend Alexis. So Lexi, I’m gonna ask you nicely. Please come out to the ring so I can get some things off my chest. You owe me that much.

After several moments of silence, “Charlie Big Potato” by Skunk Anansie hits and Alexis Duval does emerge from behind the curtain, but she is escorted by Absolved teammate John Wolfe, the man she left Baccaro for. Baccaro and Wolfe stare each other down as Wolfe and Alexis approach, grabbing a microphone and joining him in the ring.

Baccaro: When I said I wanted you out here, Alexis, I guess I should have specified that I meant alone. But then again, you just love having other people fight your battles for you, so what else should I have expected?

Alexis tries to keep herself composed, but quickly finds she can’t do it.

Alexis: You listen to me, Jackie! That relationship was toxic! You abused me verbally, mentally, and at the end, you even put your hands on me! You want closure?! CLOSURE?! Do you think you even DESERVE that?!

Wolfe then puts his hand on Alexis’ shoulder and gently takes the microphone from her.

Wolfe: Relax, my beloved. You don’t need to do this. We’ve talked about this many times. I can handle this. Jackie, anything you want to say to Alexis you can say to me.

Baccaro: Fine. You want to play this game? What does she see in a loser like you?

Wolfe: Someone who actually treats her with dignity, who treats her like the angel she is.

Baccaro: Angel?! Ha! Lexi, I don’t know what you did to pollute this limey’s brain, but he really doesn’t know the half of it, does he?

Wolfe: Talk to ME, Baccaro.

Baccaro: You know no one but me could ever REALLY love you, Lexi. I’m the only one who can look past your faults. You think this guy really loves you? He’s faking!

Wolfe then shoves Baccaro, moving SIN’s enforcer halfway across the ring!

Wolfe: You talk to ME!

Baccaro’s eyes are filled with rage, but Alexis, tears in her eyes, suddenly grabs the microphone from Wolfe.

Alexis: Jackie, you were my first love but you left me with scars that I’ll never fully heal from. John came into the picture and he has been EVERYTHING that you weren’t. You used to make me feel bad about myself just so I wouldn’t be confident enough to leave you. John always builds me up. John loves me unconditionally; with you it was always conditional. It was always what I was doing wrong, never what I was doing right.

Baccaro: And that’s how you justify your brother, father, and new boyfriend breaking my neck?!

Alexis: No. That’s how I knew I made the right decision. What happened to you happened, but I made the right decision to leave you, I made the right decision to start dating John, and over the summer break, I made the right decision to accept John Wolfe’s marriage proposal.

At the news of Alexis’ engagement, Baccaro throws down his mic and begins shouting at Alexis, menacing her. Wolfe then steps in and signals to Alexis to run to the back before getting in Baccaro’s face. Baccaro and Wolfe shout each other down inside the ring as Alexis scurries to the back… until Dee Licious rushes onto the stage and grabs her, pulling her back to the ring! Alexis screams, prompting Wolfe to turn around, which gives Baccaro an opening to clobber him down from behind! This prompts even more screaming from Alexis as she is made to watch her ex-boyfriend pummel her fiancé from a distance.

Moments later, the crowd cheers as Chris Duval rushes down the ramp, easily freeing his sister from Dee! However, the excitement is short-lived, as James Biamonte follows Duval down the aisle and attacks him from behind, crashing him down onto the ramp! With Chris down and out, Biamonte and Dee grab Alexis and begin walking her back to the ring, where Baccaro is still doing a vicious number on Wolfe.

Alexis is now thrown inside the ring, where she pleads with Baccaro to leave her and her family alone. He simply smirks back at her and grabs her by the hair, causing her to squeal.

Troy: My God! What is this sick bastard going to do?!

Before he can do anything, we are taken backstage, just outside the entrance into the arena, where we see Morgan Day beating back Lauren Tantalus, flooring her with a stiff left hand! She then rushes out from the back, immediately clotheslining Dee onto the ramp at full speed! James Biamonte then goes after her, but Morgan ducks his attempted clothesline and counters with a swift kick below the belt that sends him wincing down to the ground! Morgan then slides into the ring, only to also be grabbed by Baccaro!

Troy: Oh no!

With Alexis and Morgan now both at his mercy, Baccaro laughs and taunts them. However, what he’s not figuring on is an unspoken signal between the two women that leads to synchronized kicks to Baccaro’s gut, doubling him over and allowing the Absolved women to double DDT him straight to the mat!

Before the fans have much of a chance to cheer, a recovered Lauren runs out from the back and begins slugging it out with Morgan, while Dee is to her feet and again goes after Alexis. Wolfe is now back to a vertical base on the outside, and he beats back a rising James Biamonte. Meanwhile, Chris Duval has now entered the ring, waiting for Baccaro rise. Then, when he does, Duval nails him with a vicious clothesline that sends him over the top and to the outside!

With the fans cheering loudly, the remaining members of The Absolved join Duval in the ring, leading to a stand-off with the members of SIN on the outside. Baccaro makes the call for his troops to flee, screaming at Duval that he’ll get him next week. Meanwhile, Muse’s “Apocalypse Please” hits the speakers and The Absolved celebrate a moral victory as we head to commercial.

Troy: What a melee! And folks, next week, it’s Jackie Baccaro one-on-one with Chris Duval!

Buckingham: If that ends up being half the battle this was, we’ll be in for a treat!

Troy: Indeed we will, just like we’ll be in for one next! Jaguar comes home to Jacksonville to attempt to qualify for the Everlasting Epic main event Seven Deadly Sins match! It’s Jaguar vs. Hollywood Mike Griffin, right after this!

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MATCH #7 – SEVEN DEADLY SINS QUALIFYING MATCH:
JAGUAR VS. HOLLYWOOD MIKE GRIFFIN
Referee: Matt Hansen




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