TUESDAY, APRIL 26, 2005

THE DOME

JOHANNESBURG, SOUTH AFRICA

SEGMENT 8: MATCH 3: PROGRESSIVE CHAMPION RENEGADE & LIZ RUSH VS. INFERNUS & WOMEN’S CHAMPION KEIKO ISHIDA:
Referee: Jason Church

“The Stone Monkey” by Kazu Matsui plays over the speakers, and Keiko Ishida and Infernus arrive to a chorus of jeers. Being accompanied by Walter Gindin, the two head down to the ring without paying any mind to the less than appreciative crowd. As soon as they steps into the ring and Gindin takes his place on the outside, "Thick Skin" by Joydrop begins to play, and a wave of cheers comes to greet Liz Rush. She walks down to the ring with an air of confidence, but stops at the foot of the ramp. She doesn’t have to wait long for her partner though, as "Piggy Bank" by 50 Cent takes over and the crowd cheers wildly for the Progressive Champion! Renegade, with the Progressive title around his waist, goes to greet Liz Rush, before both of them step into the ring. Renegade removes the belt and holds it high, before handing it off to the referee. Both Renegade and Infernus step out onto the apron, leaving Rush and Ishida to start the match. The bell sounds.

Troy: We’ve got ourselves a mixed tag match tonight, with Renegade and Liz Rush against Infernus and Keiko Ishida. We definitely have an explosive situation in that ring.

Ferrara: And it’s getting started right now!

Rush and Ishida lock up hard in the center of the ring, until Ishida launches Rush into the ropes. Ishida bounces off the opposite side and goes for a clothesline, but Rush slides down and takes Ishida off her feet with a drop toe hold! Ishida quickly gets back up, but Rush mows her down with a running forearm! Ishida crawls into a neutral corner in shock!

Ferrara: Keiko Ishida can’t believe what just happened!

Troy: Neither can I! Rush is taking it to the Women’s Champion!

Gindin shouts his orders, and Ishida slowly rises to her feet. She locks up with Rush once more, but this time Ishida sends a knee into Rush’s stomach. The Woman’s Champ goes for a suplex, but Rush slips out of it and lands on her feet. Ishida spins around, and Rush boots her in the stomach to go for a DDT! This time, Ishida shoves Rush into the ropes, but Rush returns and leaps over Ishida with a pinning combination! One! Two! And Ishida escapes!

Troy: Rush almost got the pin there!

Ishida evacuates to her corner and tags in Infernus, but as he steps into the ring, Rush also makes the tag to Renegade! With the crowd cheering, Renegade storms into the ring as Infernus rushes over, lunging at him with a big clothesline, but Renegade ducks beneath the arm and compresses Infernus with a german suplex! Infernus rises back up to his feet, and they lock up hard, with neither man willing to give an inch to the other. Infernus begins to muscle Renegade into a neutral corner, but Renegade turns the tables on him and sends him into the turnbuckle! Infernus stumbles out of the corner while trying to clutch his back, and Renegade scoops him up by the legs, plastering Infernus against the mat with a face buster! Infernus writhes about on the mat, and Renegade hops back onto his feet, taking his place in the corner!

Troy: Renegade’s got Infernus right where he wants him!

Ferrara: Turn around, Infernus!

Gindin is shouting out, but when Infernus slowly gets up off the mat, he turns around and Renegade batters him with a boot into his jaw with the Kick of Death! The crowd cheers as Renegade stalks Infernus for the F-U!

Troy: Get him, Renegade!

Ferrara: Wait a minute, who’s that?!

Renegade is prepared to hit the move, but the crowd begins to boo when they see Darrin Giles hurry down to the ring. He slides into the ring and attacks an unsuspecting Renegade! The referee has no choice but to throw the match out.

Troy: No! What’s Darrin Giles doing out here?!

Ferrara: We haven’t seen him around since Requiem!

Giles continues to stomp Renegade into the ground despite the ringing of the bell. While Renegade writhes on the mat, Giles goes to the side to grab a microphone.

Giles: Stay conscious for a little bit longer, jackass. Just to let you know, you only got a taste of what’s to come, because now that I’m back, at Animosity, I’m going to be making my return match, and it’s going to be for the Progressive Championship! Take some time to chew on that while you’re recovering, chump.

Giles drops the microphone while the crowd boos vociferously, and we head to a commercial.

WINNERS VIA DISQUALIFICATION AT 6:43: RENEGADE & LIZ RUSH

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK #6 --

SEGMENT 9: RINGSIDE:

Troy: We're back at ringside, and I don't know what the hell this is that we're about to see, but I am in no way condoning what Dexter P. Wellington is about to do in there.

Ferrara: Neither am I, but I'm still gonna watch at least.

The shot cuts back to the hard camera, which shows Dexter P. Wellington standing in the ring with a Scythe T-shirt on, a huge straw hat on his head, a long and thin black mustache and a carton of white rice in his hand. Three women dressed in traditional geisha outfits stand next to a gong that is smashed by one at Wellington's request. The undefeated superstar begins to speak in a terribly bad Asian accent as the crowd boos him mercilessly.

Wellington: Thank you for that wondafa ovation. I like to introduce myself. My name is Slice. I am older brother of you ancient-day samurai, Scythe. I am here to let you know my brother...is a RIAR!

Troy: A what?!

Ferrara: He said a riar Troy. You know, a liar.

Troy: How tasteless. Somebody cut this jerk's microphone!

Wellington: That's right. My brother is a riar. He rie to all of you. He say he can defeat Dexter Wewington, and we all know he cannot. Dexter Wewington never lost in PWA, and he will not lose to my brother.

Wellington has nothing left to say as Scythe bursts through the curtain and zooms down the ramp! The crowd cheers as he comes into the ring and immediately takes Wellington down with a tackle. Scythe fights with fists of fury, but nobody expects what occurs when one of the ladies disrobes to reveal a short kendo stick. She pulls it from her waistband and cracks it across the back of Scythe's head, splintering the wood and rendering the former PWA Champion unconscious! The 'lady" removes her wig to show the short brown hair that belongs to Wellington's butler, Winston!

Troy: Oh God, that's Winston!

Ferrara: And he just nailed Scythe with that bamboo kendo stick! Do you have any idea how hard that stuff is?!

Troy: It’s terribly thick, and he just broke it over Scythe's head! He's out cold!

Wellington removes his hat and mustache before ripping his t-shirt in half, spitting on it, and draping it across the motionless body of The Modern-Day Samurai. Mozart's "Marriage of Figaro" plays over the PA system, and the crowd boos fiercely as Wellington, Winston and the two actual ladies exit the ring and leave Scythe laying in a heap.

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK #7 --


SEGMENT 10: BACKSTAGE:
Back from commercial, we see James Biamonte in his dressing room, walking around. Suddenly, the door swings open, and he finds himself approached by his cousin Vulture and the International Champion Jackie Baccaro. Both are dressed to the nines as usual, in Armani, wearing Rayban aviators. Lauren Tantalus is in the background, barely visible.

Biamonte: What a pleasant surprise.

Vulture: Cut the crap. You’ve got one chance to pull out of this match.

Biamonte: Hahaha. You’re a funny guy. Let me ask you, why would I pull out of the match?

Vulture: Because I don’t want to do to you what we’re going to have to do to you if you decide to keep the match.

Biamonte: Nice try Mike, but the title changes hands on count-out or DQ. So basically, get involved in the match, and you’re handing me the title.

Vulture: James, you should know better than anyone that I never get caught. How was it when we were growing up? We both did the same bad shit, but who always got busted? You did. You’re the bad apple, you’re the one people expect to screw up. Not me. I’m too damn good. And I have one thing on my side these days that I didn’t back then. That’s this man right here. He won’t even need my help. But just in case he does, I’ll be there.

Baccaro: Back out of the match, Biamonte. It could mean your career if you don’t.

Biamonte: I think I’ll take my chances.

Baccaro: Suit yourself. It’s your funeral.

Vulture: Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Biamonte scoffs at them as they exit. Vulture and Baccaro exit first, and Lauren Tantalus lingers behind.

Lauren: Don’t worry. If he tries anything, I’ve got your back.

Vulture then turns back around and aggressively grabs Lauren by the arm.

Vulture: Let’s go. Now. I’m not paying you to socialize.

SEGMENT 11: BACKSTAGE:
A camera catches Jaguar walking out of his locker room on his way to the ring when he is stopped by Kerry Cox.

Jaguar: What's happenin' Kerry?

Cox: Only thing happening right now is your main event. I just wanted to wish you good luck.

Jaguar: Thanks man, I appreciate that.

Cox: Sure thing.

Jaguar and Cox head off in different directions, but the camera follows Jaguar. He turns a corner and just shakes his head once Bryan Conroy, Helen Summers and F.A.A. approach him.

Jaguar: Can I help you?

Summers: There is nothing you can---

Conroy: (Cutting her off) Sorry to interrupt Helen, but please let me handle this one.

Summers: By all means.

Conroy: Jaguar, Jaguar, Jaguar. You and I really haven't gotten to speak much since I returned. You were injured and all, but now that you're back, I'm glad to see you.

Jaguar: Is that so?

Conroy: That's so. I've heard what you've had to say about us and our organization, and I'm letting you know that I don't like it. I used to be on your side man. When you won your first PWA Title over Vulture, it was me that hand-picked you to have that opportunity that you took advantage of. How did you ever repay me? You didn't. And then I come back from a huge injury, not like the Mickey Mouse ones you get, and you try to use the power that I posess against me to retain The PWA Title after you lost it fair and square to Failla. I don't know why, because you only went out there and lost to Romeo anyway. I have lost all respect for you man. You're just a mere shell of the man you've used to be. Don't you see that this, Thwe O.R.A. is what helped you rise to the top here? These people couldn't watch you every week on TV if we didn't have them. Your merchandise wouldn't be flying off the shelves and you sure as hell wouldn't have been a four-time PWA Champion, because there wouldn't have been any Progressive Wrestling Alliance! Face it Jag, this group right here, The O.R.A., we made you.

F.A.A.: Ooooohhh, you told him Bryan!

Jaguar: Tony, there's a reason you aren't active in the ring anymore. I already have one man's ass to whip tonight, don't make yourself number two. Take two steps back. (Long Pause) Do it.

F.A.A. steps back, and Jaguar removes his shades to tuck them inside his jacket before coming face-to-face with Conroy.

Jaguar: Made me huh? You're wrong about that Bryan. The O.R.A. didn't make Jaguar, they made you. Let's go back in time Bryan. After CAW lost at King of The Ring, something that had nothing to do with me because I won not just one match, but two matches that night, I didn't bother to call you. I had my bags packed and ready to go up north. You called me Bryan. You asked me to come aboard your ship, to take a chance on you and your new group. Now I could have said no Bryan, but out of respect, I figured I'd give it a shot. And what have I done since then? I've won titles in this organization than any other man has. I have beaten every big name in that locker room that you can think of. And I have become the most popular superstar to ever step in one of your rings. And you say you've lost respect for me? Take a look in the mirror Bryan. Maybe if you realize your selfishness, you'd see who is really losing respect around here. It is because of these people that my merch is selling like crazy, it’s because of these people that every arena you book is selling out in just minutes. I know what’s really going on Bryan. We were never best friends, and it’s because you were jealous.

Conroy: Jealous?! Why would I be jealous?!

Jaguar: Because I'm what your punk ass company FSW never had back then and I'm not what your punk ass O.R.A. has now. So realize that you haven't lost respect for me, you've gained envy. And about my Mickey Mouse injuries, don't test me. I'm not your cousin, I will straight up and down beat your ass and really leave you without a leg to stand on. So if you'll excuse me, I have a man's ass to whip now. But if you wanna put your words aside and jump on this, you just come holla at me. That goes for you too Helen, don't lose that ass girl.

Summers: How dare you talk to a lady that way!

Jaguar: Oh I treat ladies nice, but once a bitch, always a bitch. I'll holla.

Jaguar puts his shades back on and calmly turns to continue his walk towards the ring. F.A.A. darts for him, but Conroy holds him back, enraged.

Conroy: No, let him go. He'll get his one day. He'll get his.

-- COMMERCIAL BREAK #8 --

SEGMENT 12: MATCH 4: JAGUAR VS. HOLLYWOOD MIKE GRIFFIN:
Referee: Tom Stevens

The crowd's buzzing is broken once Tool's "Parabola" blasts over the speakers. Mike Griffin's Jumbotron video comes in widescreen, and it isn't long until Hollywood himself walks out to a chorus of boos. Jonathan Brett comes out with him and stands to his side as Griffin points into the air for his dazzling fireworks to shoot up from the stage. The pyro stops and Griffin climbs into the ring, performing his trademark spin before removing his white robe and handing it to the attendant.

Ferrara: Griffin looks ready to go tonight.

Troy: He better be. The history between he and Jaguar is miles long. This is the first televised match these two are having against one another since Everlasting Epic 3 in Philadelphia, where Jaguar defeated Griffin to earn a PWA World Title shot.

Ferrara: Now both of them have a shot at the title at Animosity against Romeo, and you know they are going to be looking for some big time momentum going into that triple threat match.

Griffin waits in the ring and bounces against the ropes to warm up, but the crowd is already way hot once Mannie Fresh's "Real Big" booms through The Dome. Jaguar arrives to an overwhelming pop that has the crowd in celebration once his fiery pyro erupts from the stage. The former PWA Champion removes his leather jacket, shades and bandana before climbing into the ring and going face-to-face with another former PWA Champion.

Troy: The tension hasn't died down one bit between these two.

Ferrara: It’s always a classic when they hook it up. We're about to be in for a real treat Troy.

Neither man backs down an inch and once Hansen calls for the bell, a slugfest ensues! Griffin connects with the first blow, while Jaguar strikes back with another. They trade four more punches, but Jaguar rocks Griffin with a big right hand before landing the shot that sends him down to the canvas. Jaguar gets Griffin up quickly and whips him to the ropes for a reverse elbow, but Griffin stops in his tracks by pulling onto the top rope and quickly jumping out of the ring to regain his bearings.

Troy: Nice move by Griffin here. He knows he can't win a fistfight with Jaguar. He needs to slow things down a bit and wrestle him.

Ferrara: That's why Griffin is hands down, the smartest wrestler in the game today.

Griffin climbs back into the ring and goads Jaguar into a tie-up. Griffin gets in a quick go-behind that he turns into a side headlock. The headlock turns into a takedown, but Jaguar uses his longer legs to get Griffin in a head scissors. Griffin looks for an escape and finds one by doing a short headstand and pushing himself off of Jaguar's legs, propelling himself out of the hold before connecting with both boots to the face in a big dropkick from point blank range! Griffin covers for a two count before Jaguar kicks out.

Griffin gets Jaguar to his feet and forces him back into a corner. He nails Jaguar with a hard chop that nearly cuts right through the thin cloth of his new grey t-shirt. He follows with another, but Jaguar fights back with a right hand. Griffin tries another chop, but Jaguar swats it away and grabs Hollywood by the head to toss him in the corner.

Before long, it is Griffin who is getting the daylights chopped out of him. Jaguar reddens his chest before slinging him to the opposite turnbuckles and following him in with a big clothesline!

Troy: Jaguar has turned the tides here.

Ferrara: That's alright, I'm sure Griffin will recover somehow.

Jaguar hooks Griffin up in a front facelock in position for a suplex that Griffin tries to block in mid-air, but Jaguar stops his opponent's motion by grabbing his legs in the air and driving him down with Version 1.0! Jaguar covers for one....two....and Griffin just barely kicks out!

Troy: Whoa! I thought Jag had him right there!

Ferrara: Too close for comfort.

Troy: Well you know what he's looking for right now.

Instead of giving Griffin slight recovery time in going for The Suga Splash, Jaguar slowly creeps up behind Hollywood to go for The Carrjack. Brett tries to warn him, but Griffin has no idea what lurks behind him once he stumbles backwards into Jaguar's clutches. He lifts Griffin up for The Carrjack, but Hollywood's instincts kick in quickly enough for him to slip behind Jaguar, grab him in a waistlock and dump him backwards on his head in a big German Suplex! Griffin holds his grip tight and follows up with another before digging down deep and gutting out a third German Suplex that nearly folds Jaguar in half.

Troy: And now Griffin is forging a comeback, but it doesn't look like he's able to capitalize on it.

Ferrara: Those suplexes took more out of Jaguar, but Griffin looks pretty out of it himself too.

After taking too long to think about making a cover, Griffin drags Jaguar over to a corner. Brett cheers him on as he climbs up the turnbuckles to deliver a moonsault, and the flashbulbs pop as he does so, but his ribcage also early pops as Jaguar gets his knees up and drives them into Griffin's midsection!

Troy: Jag got the knees up!

Griffin clutches his midsection, wincing in pain as Jaguar tries to get back up. Both men rise about the same time and Jaguar quickly runs at Griffin for a jumping leg lariat, but Griffin drops down to the mat and Jaguar's leg whips Tom Stevens right in the chest! The official goes down hard, but Jaguar continues to keep the focus on Griffin. Brett climbs up to the ring apron, but is quickly knocked down to the arena floor by Jaguar. Griffin runs up and grabs Jaguar for another German Suplex, but Jaguar breaks his grip with an elbow to the face before blasting him with The Carrjack!

Troy: Carrjack! That should do it!

Ferrara: But there's no ref!

Stevens is still holding his chest from Jaguar's shot, but Jaguar makes a cover not realizing the situation. This brings Romeo out to a huge amount of boos as he charges down the ramp and into the ring. Jaguar gets up to check on Stevens, but he doesn't see Romeo rush in from behind him, spin him around and flatten him with a Dre Day Powerbomb! Romeo hops out of the ring and walks over to the announce table before calmly putting on a headset.

Troy: Romeo! What the hell did you do that for?!

Romeo: You don't ask the questions, I'm the champ around here. You saw me slap GI Jew around earlier, and I thought it would be nice if I actually had the opportunity to come out here and do commentary once in awhile. Since nothing is ever handed to me around here, I saw something I wanted, and now I've got it. So this is some match, huh fellas?

Ferrara: Sure is!

Troy: Some match?! You just came out here and powerbombed Jaguar!

Romeo: Not to my recollection.

Griffin crawls over to Jaguar and drapes an arm across his chest. Brett revives Stevens, who slowly gets into position. The crowd cheers for Jaguar to kick out, but his shoulders never rise as Stevens slaps the mat three times and calls for the bell.

Troy: Dammit! Romeo, you just cost Jaguar this match tonight!

Romeo: Hey, it didn't matter who had to lose tonight. I don't give a damn about either of these two chumps. All that matters now is that there is one down, with one more to go.

"Parabola" replays as Brett helps Griffin reach his feet in the ring. Hollywood shakes the cobwebs, but quickly locks eyes with Romeo at the announce table. Romeo looks on calmly as Griffin motions with his hands wrapping around his waist.

Ferrara: You know what that means Romeo, he's coming for your gold at Animosity!

Romeo: Fine by me. He can come for it right now, but trust me, Mike Griffin doesn't want his ass whipped here tonight too.

Romeo stands up and holds the title in the air for Griffin to see as both men stare one another down.

Troy: Either way, this whole thing is disgusting. We're out of time folks, we'll see you next week, back in the states from Detroit. Goodnight everybody!

WINNER VIA PINFALL AT 13:02: HOLLYWOOD MIKE GRIFFIN

-- END SHOW --

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