SATURDAY, MAY 7, 2005
CONSECO FIELDHOUSE
INDIANAPOLIS , INDIANA
SEGMENT 1: INTRODUCTION:
The FBI warning flashes onto the screen, before fading into a video that
highlights the PWA World Heavyweight Championship match between titleholder
Romeo, Jaguar, and Hollywood Mike Griffin, along with the ORA World Heavyweight
Championship bout pitting GI Jew against the champion Anthony Failla. As
the video package concludes, "Jigga
What/Faint" by Jay-Z and Linkin Park hits and we
are taken inside the Conseco Fieldhouse
in Indianapolis, Indiana, where we catch sight of an elaborate orange, white,
and black set, featuring a massive jagged Jumbotron at left of the structure,
centered by a giant Animosity logo that spans the width of the stage.
From there, a tremendous pyrotechnics display ensues, with fans exploding as
breathtaking fireworks shoot through the arena! As the exhibition
concludes, we are taken to our commentators, Victor Troy and Paul Ferrara!
Troy Indianapolis
Ferrara Troy
Troy: I’m ready, Paul! Let’s get to ringside and get this show
started!
SEGMENT
2: MATCH 1: PWA INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP: JACKIE BACCARO © VS. JAMES BIAMONTE:
Referee: Matt Hansen
The camera cuts to ringside, where “Still Ballin” by 2Pac hits and the fans cheer loudly for James
Biamonte, who emerges from the curtain looking primed and ready for the
opportunity he has been presented with.
Biamonte makes his way to the ring and stretches out on the ring ropes,
ready to do something he has never done in this company. Moments later, “Things Done Changed” by the
Notorious BIG blasts onto the speakers and the fans begin booing vociferously
as Vulture leads the International Champion Jackie Baccaro to the ring for his
first pay-per-view defense of the championship.
Vulture and Baccaro appear to be all business tonight, entering the ring
and staring down Biamonte as the bell sounds.
Baccaro hands the championship belt to Vulture, who exits the ring, and
the match gets underway.
Troy: Big title match right here,
Paul.
Ferrara
Troy
Baccaro and Biamonte lock up in the center of
the ring and Baccaro immediately shoves Biamonte down to the mat, exhibiting
his superior strength. Biamonte’s response to this, however, is to get up and poke
Baccaro in the eye, stunning him momentarily, allowing Biamonte to down him
with a big clothesline! Vulture jumps
onto the apron to protest, but Biamonte shoves him off! Vulture is incensed by this, and Biamonte
dares him to strike back. Vulture, in
immense frustration, refrains from doing so, realizing that hitting Biamonte
will cost Baccaro the International strap.
Baccaro gets to his feet, but Biamonte nails him down with a big
dropkick and goes for a cover. One, two,
and Baccaro launches him off. Biamonte charges at Baccaro, but Baccaro
ducks under, Biamonte hits the opposite ropes, comes charging back, and Baccaro
downs him with a double axe handle.
Baccaro then lifts Biamonte up and gorilla presses him over his head,
dropping him onto the mat hard. Biamonte
winces on the mat in pain from the slam, and Baccaro presses the advantage,
hitting Biamonte with several elbow drops to the spine. Baccaro lifts Biamonte up and tosses him into
a corner, unloading on him with furious knife-edge chops. Biamonte stumbles forward, and Baccaro
catches him with a huge overhead belly-to-belly suplex. However, Biamonte shows tremendous
athleticism, flipping over 360 and landing on his feet! Baccaro has no idea that Biamonte is still
standing and begins taunting the crowd, but as soon as he turns around,
Biamonte nails him with a swift, thunderous JB Cutter!
Troy
Ferrara Troy
With Baccaro down, Vulture jumps onto the
apron, screaming at Biamonte. However,
Biamonte walks over and drills Vulture in the face with a right hand, knocking
him off the apron! Biamonte goes back to
Baccaro, lifts him up, and sets up for the Buzzkill. Biamonte attempts the move… but Baccaro
counters out of it and, in one swift motion, blasts him with a furious Baccaro
Bomb! Baccaro hooks the leg… one, two, three!
Troy
Ferrara
Vulture gets up off the mat and enters the
ring, handing Baccaro his belt as “Things Done Changed” hits the speakers. Baccaro and Vulture exit victorious as
Biamonte slowly gets to his feet.
However, as Biamonte gets up, Mike Grieco comes through the crowd and
clubs him down from behind!
Troy
Ferrara Troy
Grieco pounds away viciously on Biamonte until
officials storm the ringside area to separate him from
a defenseless Biamonte. The crowd
showers Grieco with boos as the camera strays from ringside.
WINNER VIA
PINFALL AT 8:12 AND STILL INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION: JACKIE BACCARO
SEGMENT
3: BACKSTAGE:
Boos can be heard from the crowd as the scene opens up in the backstage,
where the camera is focused on a door, leading to the locker room that belongs
to The Legacy. Suddenly, the door swings open, and out walks Justin Schenck,
who is promptly followed by Darrin Giles. Giles closes the door, and the two
begin walking down the hall.
Giles: I’m psyched
about this match, man. Once I beat that chump Renegade tonight, we’ll have the
Progressive Title in our camp.
Schenck: This is
going to be a good night, man. I can just feel it!
Giles: You’re amped about it too, right?
Schenck: You know it,
Darrin. Regardless of what happens, The Legacy will leave as winners tonight,
one way or another.
Giles and Schenck keep
walking, but Giles stops abruptly in his tracks.
Schenck: What’s
wrong?
Giles: Wait, what did
you mean by that?
Schenck: Nothing,
man. Just focus on your match.
Giles appears confused, by he shrugs and
continues to walk to the ring, fired up for his upcoming match.
SEGMENT 4: MATCH 2: PWA PROGRESSIVE CHAMPIONSHIP: RENEGADE © VS. DARRIN GILES:
Referee: Jason Church
Troy: Alright, ladies
and gentlemen, we’re getting set up for our second match right now.
Ferrara: I can hardly
wait, Troy. We’re going to have a major brawl on our hands! The Progressive
Championship is up for grabs-
Paul Ferrara is cut off when the audience emits a wave of jeers as
Earshot’s “Control” starts up, and both Darrin Giles and Justin Schenck march
onto the stage. With the music thumping in the background, Giles trudges down
the aisle as Schenck leads him with a wide, toothy grin. The crowd is
relentless with their boos, but Giles is unfazed by
them as he climbs into the ring. While posing on the turnbuckles, Schenck
stands on the outside, applauding lightly for his client, very much unlike the
reaction that the rest of the audience has been giving him. The booing shows no
signs of dying down, until "Piggy Bank" by 50 Cent erupts from the
speakers, and the crowd bursts into cheers for the Progressive Champion!
Renegade, with the belt strapped around his waist, steps out to a huge ovation.
He greets the audience members with tags with tags to their outstretched hands
before sliding into the ring and climbing right up the turnbuckle. He unhooks
the belt and holds it up high over his head, doing the same on each of the
turnbuckles. Renegade finally hands the belt over to the referee, who neatly
folds hit up and holds it up briefly, to show the men what they’ll be fighting
for. The referee puts the belt off to the side and calls for the belt to sound.
Troy: There’s plenty
of animosity between these two, Paul. Giles is out to get back the belt that
Renegade won from him, but I think Renegade can beat him again.
Ferrara: Giles just
had an off night, Troy. That’s why rematch clauses were invented. Given the
opportunity, Giles can get the job done and regain the title.
Renegade and Giles go head to head in the center of the ring, battling
back and forth with fists to the face! Renegade attempts a huge haymaker, but
Giles evades it with a go-behind and catch Renegade with a back suplex! The
Progressive Champion quickly returns to his feet, but Giles is there to toss
him into a corner. He charges in behind and splashes Renegade with a forearm.
Stumbling out of the corner, the Progressive Champion walks right into a roll
up by Giles! One! Two! And Renegade finds a way out!
Ferrara: Giles almost
pinned the Progressive Champ!
Troy: Renegade has to
be stunned by that. He’ll be on his guard now.
Giles briefly argues with the referee, but it gets him nowhere. He goes
to pin Renegade once more, but this time the Progressive Champ kicks out
shortly after one! Frustrated, Giles peels Renegade off the mat and takes him
down with an additional suplex. Giles goes for the pin again, but Renegade’s
arm shoots off the mat at two! Giles roars into the referee’s face.
Troy: Giles is losing
his temper! He thought he got the three count!
Ferrara: Renegade
might as well stay down. He won’t last for long against Darrin Giles.
Renegade stumbles back up to his feet and Giles comes stampeding towards
him, but the Progressive Champion thinks fast and downs his challenger with a
drop toe hold! Giles falls flat on his face, and he rises up, only to get
turned inside out with a clothesline! Giles gets up once more, and Renegade
leaps up high and strikes him down with a drop kick! Giles tumbles into a
corner falls into a sitting position. Seeing this, Renegade looks to set him up
for the Kick of Death!
Troy: Renegade hit
that move out of nowhere, and now he’s looking take Giles out!
Ferrara: Watch out,
Giles!
The crowd roars in approval as Renegade takes his position. He calmly
waits for Giles, who uses the cables to get himself back up. Giles spins around
to Renegade, and the Progressive Champ lets it fly! But Giles dodges it and the
foot collides with Jason Church’s jaw, taking his head off his shoulders!
Church flies through the ropes and hits the ground outside, leaving a stunned
Renegade in the ring. The Progressive Champ and Giles begin their brawl again,
but the crowd begins to boo when Greg Price comes darting down the ramp!
Troy: Oh no, get him
away from there!
Ferrara: It looks
like The Legacy wants a piece of the action!
Price slides into the ring just as Renegade manages to clothesline Giles. The Progressive Champ fights off Price, but the
crowd sees the Omega Steve Beovich charge into the ring as well! Just when
their hopes are up, Beovich assists in the attack on Renegade, and the audience
furiously roars at Beovich. They can’t help but disapprove of Renegade’s
plight.
Troy: Renegade is in
a bad situation! Not only is completely outnumbered, but Beovich seems to have
accepted The Legacy’s offer to join their camp!
Ferrara: I think
Beovich made the right choice!
Troy: Would you
stop?!
Renegade is no match for the team and is eventually overcome by The
Legacy’s assault. Price, Beovich, and Giles mercilessly beat down on the Progressive
Champion, but the crowd suddenly bursts out into cheers when they look at the
entryway.
Ferrara: Now who’s
coming out?!
Troy: Wait a minute!
That’s Dawkins! Paul Dawkins must have recovered from his arthroscopic surgery!
Dawkins tramples down the ramp with a chair in toe and slides into the
ring! Schenck tries to warn his team from the outside, but it’s much too late
when Dawkins cracks the chair against Giles’ back! The challenger goes down
like a ton of bricks, and both Price and Beovich see Dawkins with the chair.
Before either can react, Dawkins plasters the chair against Price’s face!
Cheers rain down from the audience as Beovich tries to escape, but he too gets
a chair shot to the back for his efforts!
Troy: Dawkins just
took out The Legacy! What a way to announce his return!
Ferrara: Look in the
ring, Troy!
Renegade rises to his feet, and seeing Giles writhe on the ground, he
exhaustedly signals out into the crowd!
Troy: He’s going for
it again!
Renegade takes his position as Giles pushes himself off the mat. As soon
as he reaches a vertical base, though, Renegade comes in and decapitates him
with the Kick of Death! Giles crumbles to the mat as Renegade signals out to
the crowd once more, drawing their massive cheers! Dawkins slides the referee
back into the ring as Renegade lifts up Giles onto his shoulders. Renegade
roars out and lands the F-U on Giles with heavy impact! Renegade hooks the leg
and the crowd counts along! One.... Two.... Three!
Troy: He’s done it!
Renegade has defeated The Legacy!
Ferrara: Yeah, with
the help of Paul Dawkins!
Troy: Oh please, The
Legacy got themselves involved in the first place!
Dawkins rolls into the ring as Renegade is presented the Progressive Title. “Piggy Bang” starts up and Dawkins
raises Renegade’s arm, and in his other hand, the belt is held up high. The
audience cheers on as The Legacy backpedals up the ramp.
Troy: No matter how
you look at it, Renegade has retained the title, and Schenck’s
prediction of leaving here a winner is seriously threatened!
Ferrara: The Legacy
still has one match left, and that’s with Scott Hosemann going up against
Briggs!
Troy: Their chances
don’t look good, if that’s the case!
WINNER VIA
PINFALL AT 7:39 AND STILL PROGRESSIVE CHAMPION:
RENEGADE
SEGMENT
5: MATCH 3: SCYTHE VS. DEXTER P. WELLINGTON:
Referee: Dan Martin
The third match of the evening is set to commence once Linkin Park's "With You" begins to boom through
the PA system. The entrance clouds with smoke, and the crowd goes crazy as
Scythe appears at the top of the ramp. Lee Palmer introduces him to the
capacity crowd and Scythe looks intensely focused on the task at hand as he
climbs into the ring and poses on the turnbuckles.
Troy: Ever since
Dexter P. Wellington got involved in a six-man match a few weeks ago, Scythe
has been chomping at the bit to get his hands on him. But ever since Dexter
laid him out after that completely tasteless skit two weeks ago, Scythe has
been absolutely incensed. I have never seen him like this.
Ferrara: Neither have
I. Scythe is usually cooler than a cucumber, but for the first time, someone
has really gotten under his skin. And i think that is
going to work against him. Wellington is a smart guy. He attacked Scythe
mentally first, and with Scythe acting a way he never has before, I think he
could become very vulnerable here tonight.
Troy: We're about to
find out.
Scythe removes his coat and headband before tossing his t-shirt into the
crowd as "Marriage of Figaro" by Wolfgang Mozart takes over. Boos
flood the arena as Dexter P. Wellington steps through the curtain, followed
closely by Winston. They look at the impressive set and scoff at the crowd
before taking a deliberate walk down to the ring.
Scythe beckons for Wellington to enter, but the young superstar refuses
not to. Wellington hands his robe to Winston, who carries it without tipping
over the glass of brandy in his other hand. Scythe tires of waiting and goes
out after Wellington, who runs in the other direction. Wellington slides into
the ring and Scythe does the same, but Wellington takes advantage by dropping a
sharp elbow on the back of his head!
Ferrara: Great move
by Dex right there, making himself the first man in
the ring.
Troy: He's trying to
keep that unbeaten streak intact. This would surely be his biggest win if he
can knock off Scythe.
Dan Martin calls for the bell and Wellington begins an onslaught, full of
punches, kicks and stomps without ever letting Scythe reach his feet.
Wellington lifts him up and Irish whips him to the ropes, before downing Scythe
with a reverse back elbow to the chin. Wellington covers for a count of two
before Scythe kicks out.
Wellington gets Scythe up and again and plants him with a bodyslam before hitting the ropes and coming across his
chest with a big kneedrop! Wellington covers again
for a count of two. Wellington backs up to the turnbuckles and mounts the
middle set. Scythe reaches his feet, but goes back down once Wellington nails
him with a double axe handle to the head! He covers again for one...two...and
Scythe kicks out once more. Wellington shows a little frustration and plants a
knee against his back to execute a rear chinlock.
Scythe takes a while, but he eventually breaks free after connecting
with a hard forearm shiver between Wellington's eyes. Both men get up, but
Wellington goes down once Scythe hits him with a chop to the chest. A second
chop sends him down again, but he goes down hard the third time once he is
met by a big double hand chop!
Troy: Scythe is back
in this thing now!
Scythe rushes Wellington back into a corner and reddens his chest with
loud open hand slaps, but he keeps the pressure on by mounting the turnbuckles
and putting 10 fists against his cranium. Scythe hops down and Wellington
stumbles out before falling flat on his face to a huge cheer from the crowd.
Scythe gets Wellington up, but Wellington surprises him with a thumb to
the eye! Scythe rubs his eye, leaving him susceptible to Wellington catching
him with a big Northern Lights Suplex. Wellington bridges it into a pin for
one....two....and Scythe gets an arm up again! Wellington pounds the mat in
angst and signals that its time for Scythe to go to sleep.
Troy: Dex is looking for The Million Dollar Dream here!
Ferrara: I haven't
seen anyone escape his sleeperhold yet, its as effective as it gets.
Wellington slowly begins to stalk Scythe from behind and once he gets up,
he locks on the move! Scythe struggles, but it works against him as he quickly
begins to fade away!
Ferrara: He's got it
on there good, I think Scythe is going down!
Troy: It appears that
way!
Scythe is slumped over, still tied in Wellington's grasp in the move. The
crowd cheers for an escape, but Scythe's arms go limp, making Martin begin his
count. He lifts Scythe's arm once and it drops. He does it again and it falls a
second time. The crowd holds its breath as he lifts a third time, but before it
can fall, Scythe quickly turns his body weight and takes Wellington down with a
Judo throw!
Wellington reaches his feet quickly, but he is shocked and sent down hard
once Scythe jumps up and connects with a spinning heel kick! Scythe gets up and
drags Wellington towards a corner, looking for the Diving Blade. This brings
Winston to action. He hops on the ring apron and throws the brandy at Scythe,
but he ducks it and it drizzles into a tiny pool on the canvas.
Scythe grabs him by the collar to hit him, but this gives Wellington
enough time to get up. Scythe rears back for a right hand, but senses
Wellington coming and ducks out of the way, causing Wellington to crash into
his butler! Wellington turns around, walking right into Scythe's grip as he
flattens him with The Flying Dragon chokeslam! Scythe
nips up to his feet and the crowd comes alive again as he signals for The
Diving Blade!
Troy: Scythe is up,
Winston is down, the brandy is down, there is nothing to save Dex from The Diving Blade now!
Ferrara: He's got a
six-month streak riding on this! Get up Dex!
Scythe pulls Wellington to another corner and begins to ascend towards
the top, where he points to the crowd before flying off backwards and nailing
The Diving Blade moonsault with amazing impact! Scythe
covers and hooks the far leg for 1----2----3!
Troy: Yes! Scythe
wins it, and Dexter Wellington's undefeated streak is no more!
Ferrara: No! No! No!
He had him beat!
Troy: The
never-say-die attitude of Scythe prevails once again, and this crowd loves it!
"With You" plays again and Scythe just
looks down at the beaten body of Wellington before turning his head and
exiting, victorious once again.
WINNER VIA
PINFALL AT 11:18: SCYTHE
SEGMENT
6: MATCH 4: PWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP: TRIPLE THREAT MATCH:
PAUL EPTON & JOHN WOLFE © VS. THE
LOST SOULS VS. JON DULBERG & VLADIMIR VYDRINA:
Referee: Jose Soares
With the opening of "Not Falling" by Mudvayne,
the first team to make their appearance is Jon Dulberg and Vladimir Vydrina.
The crowd has nothing but jeers to offer them, as they head to the ring
accompanied by Natasha and "Not That" Rodney King. Jon Dulberg is
noticeably amped about the huge opportunity to walk
away as the Tag Team Champion, but the "Angel of Death" bares his
usual stoic face. He steps into the ring and Dulberg slides in, stepping onto
the turnbuckles and drawing the ire of the crowd. As they get settled in the
ring, "A Violent Reaction" by American Head Charge takes over, and
the Lost Souls make their appearance to the chagrin of the crowd. Their usual
dark and moody demeanor is complimented by a look of focus etched into their
faces. Demon and Reaper roll into the ring and briefly stare down the opponents
that are currently standing in the ring. After a moment, the Lost Souls climb
on opposite turnbuckles and pose for a less than appreciative crowd.
Ferrara
Troy: Actually, it's probably because they just hate these two teams. Or maybe,
their just waiting to cheer for-
"Stockholm Syndrome" by Muse interrupts Victory Troy, but the
audience does indeed cheer for the team of Paul Epton and John Wolfe! The Tag
Team Champions head onto the stage and begin their march towards the ring,
going from either side of the ramp to greet their fans. Dulberg, Vydrina, and
the Lost Souls all leave the ring, allowing the Tag Team Champs to climb in and
pose on the turnbuckles, much to the delight of the crowd.
Troy: In the last two weeks, these teams have been in
Triple Threat matches, with one member from each team, and in both weeks, the
Tag Team Champs were pinned.
Ferrara: I'm not sure how great their confidence is, but even if they had all
of it in the world, it's going to take a lot more to hang on to those titles.
As Epton and Wolfe hand the titles over to the referee, the other two teams
climb in. They all stare off at each other, each team keeping a fair distance
from the other two. Eventually, the starting men are decided. Epton and Speed
Demon remain in the ring, and after a bit of discussion, the "Angel of
Death" chooses to start things off. Targeting the larger man, Epton and
Demon get the same idea and charge at Vydrina, but the "Angel of
Death" explodes out of the corner and plows the two into the ground with a
double clothesline!
Troy: Oh sweet Jesus, Epton and Demon just got turned inside out!
Ferrara: We've seen Vydrina absolutely manhandle other guys, and it looks like
these two are about to be put on that list. He really is frightening, Troy.
Demon is the first to rise, but Vydrina pops his head off like a cork with a
big boot to the jaw! Demon is stunned by the attack, and he uses the cables to
pull himself back up. Vydrina goes back on the attack, but Epton is there to
aim at the back of Vydrina's legs, taking him down to
his knees! The "Angel of Death" stumbles down, and Speed Demon
applies his own boots to Vydrina's jaw with a drop
kick that sends him on his back!
Troy
Ferrara
Speed Demon goes to the top rope, but Vydrina is already getting back up to his
feet. Demon takes flight and goes for another drop kick off the turnbuckle, but
Vydrina catches him in air and plasters him against the canvas with a huge bodyslam! Epton goes for a clothesline, but the "Angel
of Death" wraps both arms around the Tag Team Champion and tightens his
grip!
Troy
Ferrara: That bearhug could break someone's ribs, and I think Vydrina's
willing to test that theory out right now!
Vydrina wrenches the maneuver in and Epton flails about in his grasp, but is
unable to escape. The crowd wills him on, but Epton is fading fast. The referee
asks if he wants to give up, but Epton refuses! Vydrina squeezes the life out
of him, and Epton roars in pain. The referee asks once again, but Epton, albeit
more exhausted this time, is not willing to throw in the towel! Just then, John
Wolfe stampedes into the ring and clubs Vydrina from behind, forcing him to
drop Epton! Wolfe does a number on Vydrina with a flurry of punches into the
midsection, followed by whip into his own corner. Before he can do additional
damage, the referee reprimands him for his actions and forces him to get back
on the apron.
Troy
Ferrara
Dulberg, anxious for action, tags himself into the match, but when he steps
into the ring, Speed Demon is already back on his
feet. The two lock up hard as Epton writhes on the mat, struggling to drag
himself back to his corner. Speed Demon swings hard at Dulberg, but the
"Human Highlight" blocks it and whips Demon into the ropes, then
lifts him up high and drops him on his face! Dulberg goes for the pin cover on
Demon, just as Epton tags Wolfe into the match! One! Two! And Wolfe breaks up
the pin!
Troy
Ferrara
Dulberg gets up, but Wolfe boots him in the midsection and drops him on his
head with a DDT! He lifts up Dulberg and sends him the
Tag Team Champion corner, stomping him into oblivion much to the crowd's
approval! However, Demon manages to escape to his corner to tag in Reaper! The
larger of the two tramples across the ring, splashing both Dulberg and Wolfe at
the same time! Epton makes the blind tag to his partner though, as Dulberg
falls to the mat in the corner. Wolfe fights off Reaper as Epton climbs the
turnbuckle!
Troy: I'm not sure what's going on, but I think Epton's
the legal man!
Ferrara
Wolfe beats Reaper into the ropes and clotheslines him over the top! Epton
signals out into the crowd and the flashbulbs go off as he takes into the air,
landing on Dulberg with an awe-inspiring Shooting Star Press! Epton makes the
cover! One! Two! Three!
Troy UK
Ferrara Troy London
The cheers are wild as "Stockholm Syndrome" plays in the background
once again and Wolfe and Epton are rewarded with the Tag Team Championship.
They raise there arms high into the air, elated that their return to home will
be with gold. The Lost Souls retreat from the ring as Dulberg and Vydrina look
on with a grimace, obviously not pleased with the results.
WINNERS
VIA PINFALL AT 9:11 AND STILL TAG TEAM
CHAMPIONS: PAUL EPTON & JOHN WOLFE
SEGMENT
7: BACKSTAGE:
The audience grows loud with cheers when they see
the Iceman Jason Calysto, standing by with Nick Cade in front of a backdrop for
Animosity. Calysto carries the look of calm focus.
Cade: Calysto,
thanks for this interview time. In a few short moments, you will go head to
head, once again, with the Alaskan Monster, Solomon. Knowing what this man is
capable of, you and Solomon will face off in an I Quit
match, where victory is only gained by submission. Having seen the message that
the Alaskan Monster sent on last week’s Frequency, how will you respond to it?
Calysto: I am
not worried about, nor do I fear Solomon. Yeah, I did see what he did on
Frequency, when he answered my challenge and defeated Beovich with my own move.
He may have been defeated only once in his entire career here, but I have won
every single submission match that I was in! (Calysto looks dead into the
camera) Hear this, Solomon. I am the master of the Crossface,
and by the end of the night, I’ll have you tapping out to the move that you’ll
become well acquainted with. Everyone here is waiting for you to cry out that
you quit, and I intend to deliver just that, because when it’s time to shut up
and wrestle, no one does it better than the Iceman.
Calysto carries on his focus and walks off, as Cade
looks on briefly before turning to the camera.
Cade: You heard
the determined words from Jason Calysto. Coming up, it’s the Alaskan Monster
against the Iceman!
SEGMENT
8: JUMBOTRON:
A
video package airs, highlighting the issue between The Iceman Jason Calysto and
Solomon, which has led us to the following match, to be contested under
submission rules.
SEGMENT
9: MATCH 5: SUBMISSION MATCH: THE ICEMAN JASON CALYSTO VS. SOLOMON:
Referee: Billy Vargas
The camera cuts back to ringside, where “Hear Me” by Darkseed
blasts onto the speakers and the crowd erupts into a chorus of boos as the
Alaskan Monster Solomon makes his way to the ring, accompanied by his agent
Walter Gindin. Solomon’s face,
stone-cold as usual, exhibits his ultimate determination as he enters a highly
unfamiliar environment tonight. Solomon
steps into the ring over the top rope and glares at the entryway, awaiting the
arrival of his opposition.
Moments later, “F*ckin in the Bushes” by Oasis hits
and The Iceman Jason Calysto arrives to a thunderous pop from the Indianapolis
crowd. Calysto also looks highly
determined and focused as he makes his way to the ring, immediately sliding
into the ring and throwing right hands at Solomon, prompting the bell to sound.
Troy:
Alright, here we go! These two
aren’t wasting any time!
Ferrara: I don’t even know who is
considered the favorite here tonight, Troy!
Solomon only has one loss in his career, back in December to Jaguar, but
Jason Calysto has never lost a submission match! This should be something else!
Calysto and Solomon start things off by exchanging violent lefts and
rights. Solomon attempts to take the
advantage in a brawl, but Calysto uses his speed to move away from the big man,
sticking and moving, and making Solomon chase him around. Solomon gets aggravated at this, but there
isn’t much he can do about it, since Calysto is much faster than him. Solomon tries to grab hold of Calysto, but is
unsuccessful, allowing Calysto to continuously get shots in without being
hit. Aggravated, Solomon swings a big
clothesline at the Iceman, but Calysto ducks under it, grabs Solomon in a waistlock, and downs him with a big german
suplex! The fans cheer at this, and
cheer even louder when Calysto spins around and cinches in a front facelock, hooking the arms for extra leverage, trying to
wear the big man down.
Troy:
I like this strategy by Calysto here, Paul.
Ferrara: Well, the Iceman wasn’t going
to come here unprepared. He feels he
needs this victory, and he’s going to do whatever it takes to get it.
It doesn’t take Solomon long to break out of the hold, and he does so not
by reaching the ropes and forcing the referee to call for a break, but by
reaching a vertical base and smashing Calysto repeatedly into the corner until
he loses his grip. With Calysto dazed in
the corner, Solomon charges in, brutalizing the Iceman with repeated kneelifts to the midsection, topped off by a brutal
clothesline flooring Calysto as he takes a step out of the corner. With Calysto down, Solomon drops a huge elbow
on him, before doing the same two more times for good measure. Solomon then lifts Calysto off the mat and
torpedoes him shoulder-first into the ringpost. Calysto screams out in pain,
and Solomon smiles smugly, going to work.
Solomon grabs Calysto’s left arm and slams it
down to the mat, crashing all his weight on the same left shoulder that just
was sent into the post. Solomon then
plants his knee on the shoulder and hyperextends Calysto’s left arm simultaneously, putting tremendous
pressure on the shoulder.
Ferrara: This is an excellent strategy by Solomon
right here, Troy. If he can weaken Calysto’s
shoulder, he can make him easy prey for his own Crossface
later in this match.
Troy: Wouldn’t that be something.
Ferrara: It would, and that’s exactly
why Solomon’s doing this.
Calysto eventually reaches the ropes, and forces Solomon to break the hold,
but it would appear that the damage to his shoulder has already been done. Solomon now goes on an offensive tear,
knowing that Calysto is in less of a position to adequately defend himself at this point.
The Iceman gets to his feet, but Solomon shoves him hard into the corner
and charges him, nailing him with a body splash. Calysto staggers forward, and Solomon grabs
him in a wrenching bearhug, trying to literally crush
the life right out of him. Calysto,
however, has other ideas and, realizing the match’s no disqualification rule,
rakes Solomon’s eyes hard until the Alaskan Monster breaks the hold! With Solomon momentarily dazed, Calysto gets
a running start and hits Solomon with a jumping clothesline, staggering him
towards the ropes. Calysto then backs up
and nails Solomon with a running mafia kick, sending the Alaskan Monster
tumbling over the top rope and to the arena floor! Solomon attempts to regroup on the outside,
convalescing with Walter Gindin, but The Iceman has other plans, getting a
running start and launching himself over the top rope with a tope that floors
both Solomon and Gindin!
Troy:
Unbelievable! Calysto has just
taken out Solomon and Gindin!
Ferrara: I didn’t know Calysto could
still be a daredevil like that these days!
Calysto is the first to his feet, and he begins working over Solomon on the
outside of the ring. He helps Solomon to
his feet, then grabs his left arm and slams it down across the steel
barricade! Calysto then grabs Solomon
and whips him shoulder first into the ring steps, eliciting a sickening thud
upon impact! Solomon’s left arm is
hanging over the steps when an aggressive Calysto rips a steel chair out from
under ring announcer Lee Palmer and violently cracks it down upon Solomon’s
left shoulder, sandwiching it between the chair and the steps! Solomon sprouts up in immense pain, trying to
get away, but Calysto is right there, smacking Solomon in the spine with
another hard chair shot! Walter Gindin
gets to his feet and spins Calysto around, trying to get the chair away from
him, but while turning around, Calysto cracks Gindin in the skull with the
chair, knocking him out!
Troy:
Yes! Gindin has been nailed with
that chair!
Ferrara: How can you endorse that?! The man isn’t a wrestler!
Calysto re-enters the ring, bringing the steel chair with him. Solomon gets to his feet and Calysto smacks
him hard in the shoulder with the chair, prompting Solomon to wince in immense
pain. Calysto then tosses the chair at
Solomon’s head, and when Solomon catches it, Calysto mafia kicks the chair into
the Alaskan Monster’s face, knocking him down!
Calysto stalks in on Solomon, but he is clubbed down from behind by
Infernus, who charges out from the back!
Infernus stomps away viciously on Calysto, ushering Solomon to get back
up and help him. However, Solomon does
not oblige. He instructs Infernus to
head back to the backstage area, saying that he needs to do this himself. Infernus is confused by Solomon’s request,
but Solomon repeats it, growing angry.
He tells Infernus to take Gindin, who is still unconscious from the
chair shot, to the back with him and let him finish this match on his own. Confused, Infernus obliges, grabbing Gindin
and retreating to the back.
Troy:
I can’t believe what I have just seen!
Solomon has instructed Infernus and Walter Gindin to leave so that he
can face Jason Calysto on his own!
Ferrara: I’m a little surprised myself,
Troy, but I do understand the logic.
Solomon knows that his victories over Calysto at both Fallen Souls and
Salvation were a bit tainted, and he wants to be able to say that he beat
Calysto at his own game with no excuses here tonight. Say what you will about Solomon, but the man
is a true competitor, and he wants to prove it right
here.
Unfortunately for Solomon, his conversation with Infernus gave Calysto
enough time to regain his bearings, and as soon as he turns around, Calysto
grabs him and lets loose with a huge belly-to-belly
suplex that drops Solomon on his head and appears to knock him out! With Solomon seemingly out, Calysto signals
for the Crossface, which sends the fans into a frenzy! However, as
Calysto begins to lock it in from the ground position, Solomon rises up,
grabbing Calysto, thrusting him onto his back, standing up, and blasting him
with a furious Deep Freeze!
Troy:
My God! He just hit the Deep Freeze!
Ferrara: Calysto is finished, if Solomon
can just slap on a submission move!
Calysto is lying on the mat, borderline unconscious, but Solomon is too
groggy to act on it immediately. When
Solomon does get his bearings, he crawls over to Calysto and slaps on Calysto’s own Crossface! Solomon wrenches the hold in tightly,
squeezing with all his might! Calysto is
unresponsive, and Billy Vargas begins to drop Calysto’s
arm to see if he is still conscious.
Vargas lifts the arm once, and it falls.
He lifts it twice, and it falls again.
He lifts it a third time, the last barrier
between Solomon and ultimate victory… but Calysto is able to keep it
raised! Calysto then calls on the
support of the fans to rally him back into the match, which they do tenfold. The Iceman gets close to the ropes… but
Solomon rolls through, and has the hold locked on in the middle of the
ring! Calysto doesn’t want to give in,
but the options appear to be drawing thin.
Too far to get to the ropes, Calysto reaches out and grabs… the steel
chair! With his free arm, Calysto grabs
a chair and begins to repeatedly jam it into Solomon’s throat until he releases
the hold! Solomon gets to his feet, but
as soon as he turns around, Calysto smacks him in the head with the chair! Solomon goes down to a knee, but Calysto
winds up and cracks Solomon directly in the face with the chair again, this
time splitting him open and knocking him to the mat! With Solomon down and out, Calysto puts
Solomon’s arm in the chair, runs off the ropes, jumps up, and crashes down on
the chair with all his weight, sending Solomon into immense pain!
Troy:
My God! I don’t believe what just
happened!
Ferrara: Calysto is trying to break
Solomon’s arm!
Solomon is screaming in pain, and Calysto takes the chair and sets it up in
the center of the ring. The Iceman then
helps Solomon to a vertical base, whips him off the ropes, and as he returns,
grabs his left arm and yanks him down, sending his face crashing against the
seat of the chair as he returns! Solomon
bounces off and onto the mat… right into position for the Crossface,
which Calysto locks on tightly! Solomon
is motionless in the ring, having been knocked out by the chair! Unwilling to call the match on an assumption,
Vargas begins raising Solomon’s arm. He
raises it once, and it falls. He raises
it again, and again it falls. He raises
it again… and it falls! Solomon is
unconscious, and Vargas calls for the bell, sending the crowd into raucous
cheers!
Troy:
Yes! Yes! I don’t believe it! Jason Calysto has done it!
Ferrara: What an unbelievable match!
Palmer: Ladies and gentlemen, here is
your winner… Theeeeeeee Iiiiiiiiiiiiicemannnnnnn
Jaaaaaasssssonnnnn Caaaaaaaaaaaaaalyyyyyyyssssstttttttttooooooo!
The crowd cheers thunderously as “F*ckin in the
Bushes” and Calysto rolls out of the ring with his well-deserved and
hard-fought victory. Emotionally
and physically exhausted, Calysto leaves the ring looking back at Solomon with
a look that just might be respect as he heads to the back.
Troy:
Solomon tried to beat Jason Calysto at his own game, and it just didn’t
work out. He certainly gave it his all,
though, and I certainly admire him for wanting to do it on his own. However, on this night, Jason Calysto was
simply the better man.
Ferrara: I don’t know, Troy. Solomon tried to do it on his own, but
Calysto sure had the help of that steel chair.
If I’m Solomon, I don’t get too upset about this loss, but Jason Calysto
has continued his undefeated streak in submission matches, one way or another. And what a match it was!
Troy: What a match indeed!
WINNER VIA
SUBMISSION AT 20:10: THE ICEMAN JASON
CALYSTO