PWA Assault is LIVE!!!!!!
(Due to copyright issues, Spencer Watts’ entrance is unable to be aired. The rest of the match is shown in it’s entirety. Sorry for the inconvenience!)
GARY BLOOMFIELD: “And now, ladies and gentlemen, here’s a look at one of the newest athletes to join the PWA roster!”
*Bobby Brown’s “Don’t Be Cruel” blares in the background as the camera pans down on Jack Lane. Lane is wearing a black oversized suit with no shirt and a gold chain. He strokes his chin while flashing his 3 finger gold ring and begins to speak.*
LANE: “What’s up? This is your man Jack Lane and I’m about to GET BUSY in PWA! Everywhere I go ALL the fly honeys keep asking me when I’m gonna be on their TVs. Well the time is now, homie! Some people call me “Insane” because when I step in the ring they say I don’t care what happens to my body. WRONG!! They call me “Insane” because of how straight DOPE I am in the ring, bro!
“PWA, listen up! I want to face the best the Jr. division has to offer. Anytime, anyplace, anybody…I’ll fight anyone. All you marks and busters out there have been put on notice. All the great fans out there in PWA, go get your tickets now because I CAN’T WAIT to meet you, sign autographs, and the whole nine, ya dig? Just remember….when you hear the crowd go crazy for me, when all of the honeys push up on the barricade for me, all of PWA will know that I just made the spot…..INSANE!!”
*Lane kisses two fingers and makes the “Peace” sign as the scene fades to black.*
GARY BLOOMFIELD: “Ladies and gentlemen, time for tag team action! The newly reunited Blood Brothers, Snow and Pantaro take on the Coldsnakes! And we’d like to remind you that this tag team match is brought to you by No-Burp-O-Lene, the only gasoline made with bicarbonate of soda!”
*The Blood Brothers emerge from the back to a jubilant audience and make their way down the ramp to the ring, high-fiving fans along the way. Snow breaks into a jog and leaps over the ropes into the ring, Pantaro makes his way around the ringside barricade, shaking hands and getting fans fired up. As Snow ascends a turnbuckle, his back to Pantaro, a fan in an oversized hoodie shakes Pantaro’s hand, pulls him forward violently and slams Pantaro’s head into the barricade! Pantaro drops to his hands and knees and the fan leaps over the barricade, grabs a chair and SLAMS it into Pantaro’s back! The “fan” pulls the hood back and reveals himself to be Brawler Beckett! He kicks Pantaro in the ribs, rolling Pantaro onto his back, then shoves the chair into Pantaro’s throat and stands over him, pressing down on the chair and Pantaro’s throat with his full weight! Snow turns at the sound of the chair shot and sees Beckett, and Beckett sees that Snow has discovered him. Just then, the lights go up again. The Coldsnakes are on their way out! Beckett drops the chair and runs up the ramp as Snow moves to aid an injured Pantaro. As Beckett approaches the Coldsnakes, he points in the direction of the Blood Brothers and yells “Get them!” to Junior Cobra and Giant Anaconda, then makes his way to the back.*
*The familiar electric guitar riffs echo in the arena as Akira Wyld makes his way to the ring, showered with a chorus of boos from the audience. As Wyld makes his way down the aisle he scowls a smile at the angry crowd. He grabs a microphone from a stagehand and rolls into the ring.*
WYLD: “The script is the same but the story has changed.”
*Wyld smugly nods at the crowd and waits a pregnant pause before speaking again.*
WYLD: “Last week I came down here to this ring and aired some very reasonable, very justifiable grievances. Last week, on the inaugural episode of PWA Assault, this company’s braintrust had the nerve to leave me, Akira Wyld, completely off the card. I didn’t know whether to be insulted at their sheer disrespect, or at their blistering stupidity. But hey… I’m a problem solver. So what I did, was I came down to this ring and issued an open challenge to any wrestler in the back to come out and face me in a match.”
*Wyld looks at the floor as he begins to pace back and forth in the ring.*
WYLD: “And who answered that challenge? Brian… FURY.”
*Wyld stops and glares at the crowd as a loud dueling chorus of “KNOCK-OUT/TAP-OUT” erupts in the arena. At first, Wyld looks annoyed but after a moment he shrugs and nods, holding the microphone out to soak in the chant.*
WYLD: “Oh you know his catch phrase do you? You like that huh? Ok… ok I’ll give you that one. I’ll be honest, when I heard his music fire up, I got scared. I’m man enough to admit that. Brian Fury is a legend. He’s a monster. Any wrestler in the world would feel a cold chill run up his spine at the thought of facing a sadist like him in the ring. But guess what wrestling fans? I’m Akira Wyld. I stare down man and monster alike, and I beat each and every competitor that steps between those ropes. Because that’s what champions do! I I locked horns with THE Brian Fury… and I won. Hell, I’ll give Fury more credit than that… I ‘survived’. Brian Fury is a monster any way you slice it… so let me ask you this. What does that make the man who was able to beat him in the middle of the ring?”
*Wyld smugly nods and raises his fist high in the air.*
WYLD: “It makes ME the man to beat. And even though this asinine promotion saw fit to snub me for a second week in a row, it doesn’t matter! Because I’m here with ‘another’ open challenge. Only this time it’s a little different. last week I beat your very best. And as far as I’m concerned, that means I have this federation’s number! So who’s next PWA? I’m Akira Wyld and I will beat ANY man that walks down that aisle. God as my witness you people WILL take me seriously, and give me the respect I damn well deserve!”
*Wyld throws down his mic and backs up into the corner opposite the entrance ramp and leans back against the ropes. He raises his hands in a ‘come get me’ gesture and smiles cockily.*
GARY BLOOMFIELD: “Ladies and gentlemen, we promised we would give you an update on Pantaro’s condition and we will get to that in just a moment, but I have just received word that Terry Schneider is trying to catch up with Brawler Beckett. We are going to check in with Terry now.”
*Terry Schneider and camera man waiting in the backstage hall near the heel locker room door.*
Terry: *into a cellphone* “… honestly don’t know what he was thinking, Gena. We’re going to get to the-”
Camera man: “Terry, he’s here!”
Terry: “Gotta go. Bye.” *hangs up and pockets phone, grabs mic from off-camera* “Thanks. Mr. Beckett? Mr. Beckett! Would you tell us what happened out there?”
Beckett: “‘What happened?’ Is the match over already?”
Terry: “Yes! Pantaro’s been taken to the trainer’s room and-”
Beckett: “Terrence, a word of advice: if you’re going to be a proper news man, follow the action. The action is there, not here.” *Beckett starts to enter the locker room*
Terry: “You know what I mean, Mr. Beckett. What about that vile atta-”
Beckett: “Another bit of advice, chum: Do not F*** with me. Now piss off.” *slams door shut*
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*Snow limps into the medical area, where Pantaro is still laying on a backboard, neck braced and tied down. Pausing for a second to steel himself, he walks over, and catches Pantaro’s eyes. The two clasp hands for a moment. Snow looks over to the trainer.*
TRAINER: “He’s suffered contusions to the back around the spine and he’s unable to speak, but there’s no permanent damage.”
*Snow turns his attention back to Pantaro.*
SNOW: “He crossed a line tonight. You focus on getting better. The Blood Brothers are back, and we’re not going to let a little thing like this get in our way.”
SNOW: “Bartholomew Beckett. This,” *Snow gestures to Pantaro*” will not go without response. You are a coward, a cheat, a snake, and completely undeserving of any respect whatsoever. You don’t belong in the ring, you don’t belong in this company, you don’t belong anywhere but behind bars.”
SNOW: “You can duck me all you want. Eventually, I WILL track you down. And when I do, there will be a reckoning.”
SNOW: “Now get those cameras out of here.”
*Snow grabs a chair and sits beside Pantaro as the camera switches back to Gary Bloomfield at ringside.*
GARY : “Certainly a positive outcome for Pantaro as his injuries could have been much more severe. All of us at PWA wish him a quick and full recovery. As for Brawler Beckett, this attack is going to have some very dire consequences if Snow has anything to say about it. Keep it here, folks, Holiday vs. Starr is next!”
GARY BLOOMFIELD: “Folks, we are going backstage again with an update on Akira Wyld after his brutal match with “The Divine Psycho” Nakamura Yamasaki.”
*PWA backstage cameras catch up with Akira Wyld following his brutal match with Yamasaki Nakamura. Wyld is sitting on a blood and sweat soaked stretcher being tended to by trainers. His silver hair is a matted and caked red mess and he is bleeding from half-a-dozen wounds all over his body. He has visible bite marks on his arm and forehead. A gauze bandage has already been wrapped around his head, covering one eye. As the cameras approach, Wyld is loudly fighting with the trainer who is tending his wounds.*
WYLD: “Get the HELL away from me you no-talent, quack! I need a real doctor, not a Boy Scout with a first-aid merit badge! I’m INJURED. I’m a bloody mess! Just clean me up so I can get the hell off this gurney and out of this arena!”
*Wyld notices the camera and sneers.*
WYLD: “And what the HELL do you want?!”
PWA BACKSTAGE REPORTER: “Mr. Wyld, I was just hoping I could get a word with you regarding your match with…”
WYLD: “NO! No, no, no, no. You don’t get to do that. You don’t come walking back here and talk me like I’m some winded competitor ready to reflect on a hard fought victory. I just had a SICKLE raked across my orbital bone. I just had an adult man sink his teeth into my flesh and draw BLOOD. I just spent the past 23 minutes being physically assaulted by a certifiable lunatic who just so happens to be on the PWA payroll! EVERYTHING that happened out there happened because PWA management MADE it happen. You think I don’t know what this was? I spent the past 5 years working in promotions across Japan. I know how things work. You don’t send freakin’ YAMASAKI NAKAMURA to the ring just to have a “match”. That maniac is a HIT MAN. He’s a goddamn ringer you bring in when you want to HURT somebody! Whoever is responsible for sending that… that… DEMON in to answer my open challenge did it ON PURPOSE!”
*Wyld tries to get up from the stretcher but slips on his own blood and careens to the floor, taking out a trash can and a set of backstage lights with his flailing arms. The trainers try to help him to his feet.*
WYLD: “Get the HELL off of me!”
*He drags himself to his feet with an insane look in his eye. He dives at the reporter and grabs him by both lapels. Blood runs down his face.*
WYLD: “Nobody does that to Akira Wyld! Nobody! I’m going to find out who is behind this insulting JOKE of a promotion, and I’m going to make them sorry they ever signed on the dotted line with Akira Wyld. I’m a champion dammit! I’m a freakin’ franchise! I’m AKIRA WYLD, and I’m going to bring this entire company to its KNEES!”
*Wyld shoves himself away from the reporter and shambles down the hall, cursing loudly.*
*The arena lights flash bright white and then go out. A low hum emanates from the speakers and the big screen fades into white life, swirling mist rising up from the ramp and lit by a few spotlights. A bright voice is heard throughout the arena as the screen is almost blindingly white.*
LIGHT VOICE: Prestige Wrestling Association. Prepare for our eminent arrival. We… are your salvation…
*The lights immediately go out and the screen goes dark as a lower, more menacing voice is heard.*
DARK VOICE: …through destruction. This false empire, and all who resist shall be torn asunder…
*The screen and lights begin to alternate as each voice speaks.*
LIGHT VOICE: …in order to create a pure utopia of wisdom and understanding. We are the shining light…
DARK VOICE: …and the encroaching darkness. We are suffocating tyranny…
LIGHT VOICE: …and the breath of freedom. We are Alpha…
DARK VOICE: …Omega…
LIGHT VOICE: …We are the beginning…
DARK VOICE: …and your end.
*The lights come back on as they were before the voices.*
GARY BLOOMFIELD: “Well, a unique message from PWA’s latest tag team acquisition, Alpha Omega! We look forward to seeing them in the ring soon! Next we have our main event of the evening, stay with us!”