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Promos • Backstage With Bobby Fame, Ep. 1: Watts Up?

2021-08-27T11:55:48

*** The lights go up on a set that resembles a nice backstage dressing room. Two director’s chairs are center stage. In one of them, dressed in casual formal, including a pink polo shirt and tan slacks. He removes his gold-plated shades and hangs them from his shirt collar. He holds a microphone. ***

“BROADWAY” BOBBY FAME: “Hello, hello and welcome to Backstage With Bobby Fame! I am your incredible host, the one and only Bobby Fame. Now, this is a segment that I started at the recently retired NWCW, and was much acclaimed. So now, I present it to the Armada, and my first guest is none other than the PWA Light Heavyweight Champion, Spencer Watts!”

*** "Bury Me With My Guns On" by Boba Flex plays from Watt's phone as he makes his way on set dragging the PWA Light Heavyweight Championship behind him. The leather is scuffed and filthy, the gold tarnished and dented with jewels missing. He tosses the across a foot stool and kicks his muddy boots up on it.***

SPENCER WATTS: "Thanks for having me, Billy was it? Good to see you found work by the way."

BF: "You never lack for work when you’re in demand, babe. Speaking of which, you’ve been getting worked over pretty god for that … um … title there. Now, usually, people with the belt get targeted for said belt, but there seems to be more to it with you. Why do you think people want a piece of you, babe?”

SW: "Stop calling me babe. I don't know how they did it back in NWCW, but here in PWA and where ever The Blueprint walks, you refer to me as Champ. As for why people want a piece of me? It's because I cracked the code. Whenever and wherever I want, I can pull back the curtain on this whole business and NOBODY can let that happen. Well news flash boys and girls, The Blueprint can't be stopped. Not by some jobber, not by a King, and for damn sure not by a dork with a hero complex."

BF: "Okay, okay, babe- pardon. Champ. So you've cracked a secret code, and now you are doing something that no one has ever done before: draw money. Except, of course, that this business has been drawing money for decades before you were a gleam in your neighborhood milkman's eye, but whatever. You've saved us all, good for you, Champy."

*** Watts stands up and steps over the stool towards Fame ***

SW: "You sound like you've got a bit of a chip on your shoulder Buddy. If you wanted to be one of the boys targeting the Blueprint, you coulda just asked. I'll beat the spray tan and hair implants off you."

*** Fame stands up. ***

BF: "Keep your shirt on, Watts. Your boss, Dinkle, wouldn't want you to get hurt, accidentally or otherwise. You're a light heavyweight, after all, and this is just an interview, this is verbal. Relax, relax, have a seat."

***Watts kicks the stool back sending it and the belt across the stage***

SW: "What is it Fame? What did you want me on your show for? I answered your question, you get smug. I offer you a chance to get in the ring with the champ, and you insult my division? Make no mistake, I will fight anyone, anytime, anyplace. PWA, iNCW, did I not make that clear by crashing the NWCW blow off show? Everyone wants a piece of The Blueprint, and The Blueprint is gonna take a piece of every damn one of you who steps up the plate!" ***Watts pokes Fame in the chest*** "Even a washed up gimmick like you."

BF: "'Washed up gimmick.' That's an I treating assessment you have for someone who went the distance with Victor Sokolov … on multiple occasions.

"So maybe just one more question, then I'll let you go. What's your endgame? It is clear you have no respect for the title - and therefore your own division - and you have no regard for the sport of professional wrestling. I assume you do have a goal, seeing as you have a manager to help you get there. So enlighten us: what does the Blueprint build?"

***Watts grits his teeth, clearly getting more frustrated.***

SW: "It's more about the Business than anything! I've said it time and time again, I do what works for people like Beckett, people like Black. I did it the right way and I got screwed EVERY TIME! I'm a two time Light-Heavy Weight Champion for Christ's sake! I didn't need Dinkle or D.I.E to do it the first time and I don't need them now!"

***Spencer turns to walk away and takes a deep breath***

"Everything I do is for professional wrestling. I am The Blueprint of professional wrestling. I just had to win that belt for people to notice."

***Watts leans down to pick up the belt then stops and makes his way back over to Fame***

"I apologize, Bobby. I didn't answer your question, and for that I'm a horrible guest... You wanted to know what The Champs Endgame right?"

***Watts lunges at Fame catching him off guard, slams the belt into Fame’s face, and locks him in the Endgame submission***

"THIS IS THE ENDGAME OLD MAN!"

***Watts tightens his grip cranking on the hold till security rushes in and pulls them apart.***

Statistics: Posted by Stu — Fri Aug 27, 2021 11:55 am

Promos • Priorities

2021-08-18T18:21:45

***The scene opens in the parking garage of the PWA Arena. Rebel and Akira Wyld are standing near the G.W.S.W. team van, waiting for Alyssa. Rebel has his hands in his pockets as he scans the parking garage for their sister. Akira sighs and looks at his watch.***

AKIRA: "Where is she? We have dinner with Dad and Aldo at Valentino's in thrity minutes."

REBEL: "I texted her five minutes ago. Told her we were in a hurry."

***Just then, the elevator at the end of the garage opens and Alyssa Wyld steps out. She has her brown and silver hair pulled into a loose ponytail and her gym bag thrown over her shoulder. Rebel gives her an impatient wave. Alyssa salutes casually back and walks to her brothers.***

ALYSSA: "What are you guys doing down here?"

AKIRA: "What do you mean? We have dinner reservations in half an hour."

***Alyssa slaps her forehead.***

ALYSSA: "Right! Damn, I completely forgot."

REBEL: "I've been trying to reach you on your cell for the past twenty minutes."

ALYSSA: "Yeah, I must have left my phone somewhere. I've been looking for it all day."

AKIRA: "Well if we hurry we can still make it."

***Alyssa shakes her head.***

ALYSSA: "Sorry guys, I'm going to have to take a rain check on dinner. I've got an important meeting to get to."

REBEL: "A meeting? At 6:30?"

ALYSSA: "Yeah, sorry. I'll get ahold of Dad and let him know I'll see him later this week."

AKIRA: "Now wait a minute... what kind of meeting..."

***Just then, a loud engine roar can be heard near the entrance of the garage. An expensive black and red sports car pulls into the building and makes its way toward the Wylds. Akira and Rebel take a step back and exchange a look. The car stops near Alyssa and the tinted driver-side window lowers. Damion Black leans his head out of the window and lowers his sunglasses. He raises an eyebrow at Akira an Rebel.***

DAMION: “Gentlemen."

***He then turns to Alyssa and smiles.***

DAMION: "Ready, partner? My private booth at Angelo’s awaits us.”

***Akira puts his hands on his hips.***

AKIRA: "THIS is the important meeting you have to go to? Dinner with DAMION BLACK? At ANGELO'S?"

REBEL: "We already have reservations for tonight! At Valentino's! We've been on their waiting list for three weeks!"

DAMION: "Ah yes... Valentino's. Quaint little place. I went their last month. Didn't have to make reservations though. Just walked in and told them who I was. Must have been a slow night. Angelo's however... their wait list is six weeks out in the off season. Good thing my regular table is always ready for me."

AKIRA: "This is ridiculous. What kind of important meeting is this?"

ALYSSA: "Relax Akira. Black and I are still in the King of Deathmatch Tournament. We have important strategy to discuss before our next match."

DAMION: “Of course. And what's wrong with meeting to a backdrop of fine Italian dining? After all, it is important for a team to bond in order to become stronger and more efficient. We’ve a win to celebrate and strategy to discuss.”

***Akira leans in close to Damion and sneers. He speaks discreetly so Alyssa can't hear.***

AKIRA: "I don't trust you Black. You're up to something. If you think you can get at me by sweet talking my sister..."

***Damion narrows his eyes and smiles.***

DAMION: “Akira, you must truly have a very high opinion of me. You think me so charming and smooth that, after everything I’ve done, I can still seduce a woman as canny as Alyssa. You really think the world of me, don’t you? Either that, or you don't think much of your sister's judgement at all.”

***Alyssa puts her hand on Akira's shoulder and pulls him smoothly away from the car.***

ALYSSA: "Stand down boys."

AKIRA: "Alyssa, I really don't think you should..."

ALYSSA: "And I don't think this is about you Akira. Now, go to dinner and apologize to Dad and Aldo for me. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

***Akira takes a step back. He turns to Black and begins to advance on him, but Rebel catches his arm and shakes his head. Akira looks from his brother to his sister to Black and grits his teeth. Alyssa walks toward the car and opens the passenger-side door."

DAMION: "Oh before I forget, here's your cell phone. You left it at my penthouse last night."

***Black tosses Alyssa her phone as she gets in the car. Black starts to roll up his window. Halfway done, he stops and calls out to Akira.***

DAMION: “Oh, Akira? If you still plan on pursuing the Heavyweight title, better keep your insurance paid up and a room reserved at San Diego General. Sokolov is not as merciful as I am.”

***Black revs his engine and peels out of the garage. Rebel and Akira exchange an uneasy look.***

Statistics: Posted by Ameronth — Wed Aug 18, 2021 6:21 pm

Promos • Exhibition

2021-08-10T20:33:48

TERRY SCHNEIDER: "Ladies and gentlemen, this past week on PWA Battery, the always top-tier talent that keeps the Armada coming back was on display as usual, but there was one march in particular that seemed heated on a personal level, that between "Broadway" Bobby Fame and the Hard Man from Glasgow, Robert McElroy. Now, these men, to the best of my knowledge, have never had any significant grudge outside of a simple, professional competitiveness, but the display of aggressiveness and intestinal fortitude displayed by the two last Monday seemed to indicate otherwise. We caught up with Mr. Fame two days ago, and this is what he had to say …"

*** "BROADWAY" BOBBY FAME is opening the door to his classic '78 Grand Prix, dressed in workout attire.***

BOBBY FAME: "Oh, I know I'll get the blame for this. Big deal. I'm not the one with the temper, I'm not the one who took a weekly exhibition match and made it personal. Hey, Mac, you hear THAT? EXHIBITION match! Maybe you don't know what that means, babe, I don't know what the education system is like in Scotland. In our context, it means a simple display of skill for the paying masses. That's all. Yes, do your best, but do it professionally.

"But what do you do? You take it too far. You fight me like there is a belt on the line. You fight me like I nailed your sister, then told her to shove off. I mean, jeez, I know you're a tough-ass, but come on. If you'd fought that hard a few hundred years ago, maybe you wouldn't be British today."

***Tosses gym bag into the backseat.***

BF: "But that's okay, babe. It's done. And I didn't say you didn't give me a good fight, but there was no reason to. Although …"

*** Fame sits down in the driver's seat, closes the door, starts the engine, and rolls down the window.***

BF: "... if that's as hard as you can fight at your best, if we were in a serious match … heeheeheehee …"

***Window rolls up, and Bobby Fame drives off. ***

Statistics: Posted by Stu — Tue Aug 10, 2021 8:33 pm

Promos • George Prescott III and the Heavyweight Champion Victor Sokolov have a statement to make…

2021-08-05T03:07:02

***The scene opens in the center of the ring at a PWA televised event. The capacity crowd cheers as the pyrotechnics explode and the PA announcer welcomes the PWA Armada to the one and only PWA Arena. The crowd chants “PWA” over and over again. After a moment… the lights lower and a familiar theme song echoes through the arena. The crowd begins booing as George Prescott III and the PWA Heavyweight Champion, Victor Sokolov make their way to the ring. Prescott steps gingerly between the ropes and beckons for a microphone. Sokolov follows by stepping over the top rope and stalking slowly back and forth in the ring. The music stops and Prescott stands commandingly in the center of the ring. Sokolov stops pacing and stands behind and to the left of him, his shining PWA Heavyweight Championship draped over his massive shoulder. Prescott shushes the crowd with his raised hand… and begins to speak.***

PRESCOTT: “My name is George Prescott the Third… and this mammoth man behind me is YOUR PWA Heavyweight Champion, the Siberian Psychopath, Victor Sokolov. But of course… y’all didn’t need me to tell you that. Every one of you uncultured hogs in the audience knows *exactly* who Victor Sokolov is. Any wrestling fan worth a damn knows that this company… this entire *industry* stands on the broad back of ONE man. Victor Sokolov is the man everybody is talking about. He is the straw that stirs the drink. It is by his good graces that each and every wrestler in that locker room draws a paycheck. Because he is THE attraction here in PWA.”

***Prescott sneers at the crowd as they boo.***

PRESCOTT: “But again… I didn’t need to tell any of you that. Y’all are stupid… but you’re not THAT stupid. No… that message was really for the benefit of one, small, stubborn man. Ya see… it appears that there is one individual in the locker room who seems to think, in some deluded way, that it is *his* opinion that matters. One man in the locker room seems to think that *his* paltry list of accomplishments entitles him to talk to all of you like he’s some sort of high-hat wearing vested stud. Of course, you know who I’m talking about. When it comes to overblown egos, no swelled-head rises higher than the Surgical Specialist, Akira Wyld.”

***The crowd explodes in cheers as Prescott smiles and shakes his head.***

PRESCOTT: “Wylds Wylds Wylds… ya can’t take three steps backstage before tripping over one of Greco’s self-righteous spawn. How many of em’ work for this damn company again? Six? Eleven? Too many if ya ask me. Just last season, Victor Sokolov proved his point by crushing the only one of em’ that was worth a damn, Rebel Wyld. I’ll give that boy his due. He fought like a lion. Gave me a heck of a stir when he got a fluke roll-up on the champ. But how did that turn out for him in the end eh? All the time in the world to prepare and train and commune with his pretentious family… where did that get him? I’ll tell you where. He became just one more statistic. One more notch in the belt of the Siberian Psychopath.”

***Sokolov cracks his neck and stares blankly ahead.***

PRESCOTT: “And now his sawed-off little brother wants his turn. Now… you’ll have to bear with me here because I’m a little confused. Ya see, everyone I talk to in the industry says Akira Wyld is some kinda genius in the ring. They say that the ‘Surgical Speicalist’ can read an opponent like a book. They say the boy studies tape for hours a day, and trains long into the night… if ya can believe rhetoric like that. But let me ask you all this. If Akira Wyld is so smart… wouldn’t you *think* that by now, he’d have enough sense to see exactly how *hopeless* going toe-to-toe with Victor Sokolov is for him? THREE times Victor Sokolov has destroyed Akira Wyld in the ring. THREE times he has pinned or submitted the “smartest man in wrestling”. Oh sure… Wyld has some W’s over the champ. He managed to weasel his way into wins in a couple of multi-man matches. But guess what? He did that each time without ever beating Sokolov himself. What does the tell you about the Surgical Specialist eh? It tells *me* that he’s a silver-haired weasel who will short cut his way to a dirty win, and then say anything he has to to make his accomplishments sound better than they are. His career is one long fish story. The kind that grows every time he tells it.”

***Prescott frowns and nods at Sokolov.***

PRESCOTT: “And now… he’s dressed up his tale to make it seem like he and Sokolov are on some sort of parallel. He wants you all to think that this company has itself two lions all set for an epic showdown. And all of you sheep out here are just stupid enough to buy into that horsecrap. Well, it’s time to bring all of you back to earth and remind you just who your champion is, and what he can do. If Akira Wyld is so damn determined to be the next in line for the chopping block, then let’s not waste any time shall we? Last week, Wyld came out here and talked about the Sokolov Challenge. He said all he wanted was an opportunity to show he’s got what it takes to be recognized as the number one contender.”

***Prescott addresses the camera directly.***

PRESCOTT: “Well boy… you know how this works. You’ve seen it over and over for more than a season. You want a championship opportunity? Then you show up tomorrow on Assault. Win *that* qualifying match and you’ve got yourself a date with destiny. But I warn you Wyld. You are *so* desperate to take your shot. But I’m gonna tell you something that you should listen to real close. When you take that shot… you’d better make it count. Because IF you do end up going up against Victor Sokolov for the heavyweight title… that shot is the ONLY one you are ever going to get. It ain’t gonna be like when Damion Black beat your ass half to death and you had your season-long inspirational montage rebuilding yourself stronger than ever. When Victor Sokolov destroys you… you will be DONE. There will be nothing to rebuild. When Sokolov defeats you Wyld… he will END your career. That is a guarantee. So… bring your best at Assault Akira. Or maybe do the smarter thing, and don’t show up. Live to fight another day… just not against the Siberian Psychopath.”

***Prescott drops the microphone, smooths his lapels, and leads Sokolov out of the ring and down the ramp to a chorus of boos.***

Statistics: Posted by Quillz — Thu Aug 05, 2021 3:07 am

Promos • The Coldsnakes have a goal… not that Spencer Watts gives a damn!

2021-07-31T03:04:59

***The scene opens on a dramatically cut series of clips recapping the repeated assault of the Mighty Coldsnakes by The Megaliths, SHANE and The Army of ONE. Clips from PWA Undaunted play, showing the gigantic men walking down the aisle as Mighty Cobra and Mighty Anaconda II look uneasily at each other. After the two giant men enter the ring, the video smash-edits into highlights of Mighty Cobra and Giant Anaconda being brutalized, first on Undaunted, then two weeks ago on Battery, and finally last week on Assault. Each earth-shattering impact is punctuated by a beat of the booming bass-heavy theme of the Megaliths. The video finishes with a series of shots of the battered and bloody Coldsnakes laying at the feet of the gigantic duo.***

***After the video finishes, the scene cuts to the backstage area of the PWA Arena, where Mighty Cobra and Mighty Anaconda II stand addressing the camera. Anaconda is wearing a puffy neck-brace and has his ribs heavily taped. Cobra is wearing a sling and has a band-aid taped to the outside of his mask. The Coldsnakes look downtrodden and serious. After a moment, Cobra raises a microphone to speak.***

COBRA: “Okay… I ain’t gonna lie. The last few weeks… haven’t been *great* for the Mighty Coldsnakes. At PWA Undaunted, a pair of gigantic goons interrupted me and Anaconda in the ring and beat the grapefruits out of us. Then, when we *bravely* defended our honor in a pair of singles matches on Battery and Assault they… rustled our jimmies *again*, but fierce.”

***Anaconda nods shamefully as Cobra makes a defiant fist.***

COBRA: “BUT… all is not lost, true-believers! For you see, the MIGHTY Coldsnakes have had a super-heroic PLAN all along! A plan that those two sky-scraping spitheads have foolishly walked right into! Because what are the Mighty Coldsnakes? We are a TEAM. We are a fierce and deadly DUO that is stronger as a unit than either of us are alone! Every time that the Megaliths have attacked us, they have done so when we are separated! You see… what we have done is to lull them into a false sense of security! We let them beat on us individually to make them *think* that they have our number. When all the while we have been cataloging their movements using our master-detective minds. While they were brutally pounding our supple flesh, we were LEARNING. We were studying their actions, looking for any sign of weakness. And after a month of painstakingly allowing ourselves to be beaten within an inch of our lives, we have discovered… well… no weaknesses *yet*, but it’s only a matter of time!”

***Anaconda bends down and whispers into Cobra’s ear. He then folds his hands over his massive chest and glares at the camera.***

COBRA: “You know what? When you’re right you’re right big guy. The time for talk *is* over. You can only push the Coldsnakes so far before you get bit. So listen up asswipes. SHANE… Army of ONE. It’s time you felt the power of a fully-operational Coldsnakes. No more handicap matches. No more one-on-one matches. We want you big bastards in a tag-match! It’s time you learned what happens when you beat the spit out of the former ONE TIME, PWA Tag-Team Champions! We are gonna…”

UNKNOWN VOICE: “You have GOT to be kidding me.”

***Cobra and Anaconda stop mid-flex and turn. The camera pans over to reveal Spencer Watts walking toward them, disrespectfully dragging his PWA Light Heavyweight Championship on the ground behind him.***

WATTS: “These two are the reason I had to go looking for a camera?!"

***The Coldsnakes look at each other, shrug their shoulders and look back at Watts.***

WATTS: “Look at yourselves, you've been destroyed on how many occasions now? Camera guy, roll that footage again, I lost count. Now you want to give them another rub? Push them closer to the straps? That's not how you get on a level like mine kiddos.”

***Watts casually tosses his championship belt on the ground between him and yhe Coldsnakes. He gets right up in Mighty Cobra’s face and sneers.***

WATTS: “A word of advice from a *real* wrestler. I suggest you boys pack it up and go find a normal job. Your comedy act isn't welcome in my locker room, much less my arena."

COBRA: “You hear that Anaconda? The Blueprint here says we’re a comedy act. Well Mr. Print… I’ll have you know that my partner and I are genuine, grade-A superhero…*”

***Suddenly, the enormous, size-17 boot of SHANE shoots into the frame and blasts Mighty Anaconda in the mouth, sending him crashing through the cardboard backdrop behind the Coldsnakes. Cobra turns, only to have his head enveloped by a gigantic hand, as The Army of ONE rudely hoists Cobra into the air and sends him crashing down through a nearby catering table, sending sandwiches and paper plates cascading to the ground. The Megaliths stand silently over the fallen Coldsnakes. Spencer Watts quickly grabs his belt off the ground, letting it scrape rudely on the pavement as he does it. He takes a step back and looks from The Megaliths to the Coldsnakes and begins to laugh. The Megaliths stare him down and walk past him silently down the hall. The camera pans back over to the Coldsnakes who are slowly stirring from their beating. A cocky Watts sneers and kneels down by Mighty Cobra.***

WATTS: "Oh hey, I think them big sons a bitches heard you boys loud and clear."

***Cobra mumbles something unintelligibly under his breath.***

WATTS: “What’s that? I can’t hear you.”

COBRA: “…you look like a less-manly Freddie Mercury…”

WATTS: “That’s it… I’m teaching you some damn respect you little…”

***Watts drags Cobra to a sitting position.***

COBRA: “Cobra venom!”

***Mighty Cobra rears back and spits a red bloody haze in Watts’ face.***

COBRA: “Oh crap… that was supposed to be mist. I think I bit my tongue.”

***Watts stumbles back, wiping blood from his eyes and cussing under his breath. He hits the wall and rubs his eyes with his hands. He sees the blood covering his hands and fights back a convulsive retch.***

WATTS: “You… you… h-hrrk!!”

***Watts gags and stumbles back down the hall away from the Coldsnakes. He wipes the blood from his face and grits his teeth.***

WATTS: “You no good son-of-a…”.

***He raises his title belt over his head and attempts to swing the gold down onto Cobra but the belt is grabbed by nearby event security. Watts shoots them a dirty look, but is quickly ushered down the hall back toward the D.I.E locker room***

COBRA: “Ewww… hey Spencer! It’s probably no big deal but uh… you might want to get yourself tested.”

***Watt lets out a gutteral scream from the end of the hall as the screen fades to black.***

Statistics: Posted by Quillz — Sat Jul 31, 2021 3:04 am

Promos • Akira Wyld has one goal… a reckoning with Victor Sokolov

2021-07-30T00:19:26

***The scene opens backstage at the PWA Arena. Akira Wyld stands in front of a blue and silver backdrop with the Wyld Family Logo emblazoned across it. He paces back and forth with a determined look on his face.***

AKIRA: “Last season, I was brought to one of the lowest points of my career. I let myself get manipulated by Damion Black into nearly betraying everything that the Wyld Family stood for. But thanks to the support of my family, I was able to face down my demons and finally put an end to a rivalry that defined my time in PWA for eight seasons. I entered PWA Undaunted on the brink of self-destruction, and at the end of the night, I stood in the center of the ring…complete and whole for the first time in many years.”

***Akira lets a small smile crease the corner of his mouth.***

AKIRA: “And as season nine of PWA started, I stepped into the PWA Arena with a new sense of purpose and freedom. On the first Assault of the new season, I declared in front of the world that Akira Wyld was on a mission to win his first PWA Championship. I told the PWA Armada that I had entered the King of Deathmatch tournament and was determined to see it through to the end. But unfortunately… Victor Sokolov had other ideas. He attacked me in the ring and left me beaten and unconscious. When I entered the ring later that evening in my King of Dearhmatch qualifying match, I did so with injured ribs and a concussion. And unfortunately, that’s where my tournament dreams ended.”

***Akira nods and paces back and forth.***

AKIRA: “But that’s okay… because in that moment of defeat, my path became clear. I knew that it was my destiny to face Victor Sokolov for the PWA Heavyweight Championship. All last season, the Siberian Psychopath laid waste to the PWA heavyweight division. He put down challenger after challenger… including my brother Rebel Wyld. For months, people all over the world have been asking the same question… ‘Who can beat Victor Sokolov?’”

***Akira stops pacing and stares at the camera.***

AKIRA: “Well I’m here to tell the world… that *I* can beat Victor Sokolov. I’m here to remind PWA that I *have* beaten Victor Sokolov. I beat him in iNCW four seasons ago for the NWC World Title. I beat him a second time *defending* that title. I pinned him clean for a three count on PWA Battery last month on the road to Undaunted. Over the past three seasons I’ve taken the fight to Victor Sokolov harder than anyone in the world… and I know that I have what it takes to pry the PWA Heavyweight Title from around his waist once and for all.”

***Akira runs his hand through his hair and nods slowly.***

AKIRA: “But I *also* know what the doubters out there would say about my chance of accomplishing that. They look at the merciless beating Victor Sokolov gave Rebel Wyld at Undaunted. They look at my failed attempt to beat the Sokolov Open Challange in season eight. They point to the fact that every recognized victory I’ve had over the Siberian Psychopath has come in multi-man matches. Naysayers look at the tale of the tape and say that there’s no chance I can beat Sokolov for the PWA Title in a one-on-one match. Well I say that past history is *precisely* how I know I *can* beat Victor Sokolov. I’ve proven I can put Sokolov’s shoulders to the mat. I’ve proven that when *gold* is on the line, I can take things to an all new level and *match* Sokolov for intensity. After my victory over Damion Black at Undaunted, I’m more confident and capable than I’ve ever been… and I know that scares the Siberian Psychopath.”

***Akira nods and makes a fist.***

AKIRA: “But… despite the way it looks…. I’m not out here to demand a title match. Despite what George Prescott seems to think of me, I don’t think my history with Sokolov entitles me to a damn thing. The PWA championship is sacred, and it deserves to be fought over at the highest level. The way I see it… the challenger to that title should be someone who erases all doubts and *earns* their shot by beating every challenge laid out in front of them. So… you’ve heard my case. I’ll put this in the hands of the PWA Armada. What do I need to do to convince the world that Akira Wyld should be the number one contender to Sokolov’s crown? For the past three weeks I’ve been on a winning streak, putting down every challenger I’ve faced. I’m primed and I’m ready to face anyone. So… if there is *anyone* in that locker room who thinks that they deserve to be number one contender more than me… well, I plan on being in the ring this coming week at PWA Assault, and you know where to find me.”

***Akira slams a fist into his open palm and glares at the camera as the screen fades to black.***

Statistics: Posted by Quillz — Fri Jul 30, 2021 12:19 am

Promos • Titus Love and Average Jo are… The Men’s Men.

2021-07-29T06:10:10

***The scene opens backstage at the PWA Arena. Titus Love, Cynthia Love, and Average Jo are celebrating, following their upset non-title win over Alpha Omega at PWA Battery last night. Cynthia pours a glass of champagne and hands it to her husband.***

CYNTHIA: “Here you go my dear. Nothing but the finest for the manliest man in all of PWA.”

***Titus takes the glass but puts a modest hand up. He turns and hands the champagne flute to Average Jo.***

TITUS: “As much as I’d like to take credit for our newfound success… I think the real congratulations belong to my new partner in all things, Average Jo. We wouldn’t be where we are right now if it weren’t for this… stunningly impressive individual.”

***Jo takes the glass and gingerly sniffs the contents.***

JO: “Why thank you Titus. I work hard to look this good.”

TITUS: “It shows.”

***Titus turns to his wife.***

TITUS: “You know, Cynthia, I have to admit… when you first suggested that Jo and I team up… I was a little skeptical. I mean, clearly Jo is a time tested champion with an adonis-like build. But I didn’t think any tag-team partnership could match the soul-bonded chemistry that you and I share. But… after the past two editions of PWA Battery, I think we may have stumbled onto something… special.”

CYNTHIA: “You should always listen to your woman, teddy-bear. Average Jo isn’t only the NWCW Champion. This sexy slab of man-meat is one of the most dominating forces to ever step into a PWA ring. With Jo’s mammoth strength, your world-class technical ability, and my beautiful brain, this company’s tag-team division is ours for the taking!”

TITUS: “Alpha Omega wasn’t just defeated by the Men’s Men… they were humiliated! Jo and I took those over-rated Spirit Halloween stupids down and splayed them out flat on their backs in record time!”

***Titus puts a hand on Jo’s shoulder.***

TITUS: “And how were we able to do it? We were able to do it because, in that ring, our minds and bodies become aligned as one. Through our shared passion, Jo and I form a BOND stronger friendship. I can’t explain it Cynthia… this is special. I could tell the first time that I felt that meaty hand slide across mine. I knew that I was tagging with a dominating, rock-hard pillar of destruction.”

***Jo flexes a beefy arm and raises an smoky eyebrow at Cynthia.***

JO: “And it’s 100% natural. No steroids. Just lots of protein. And also carbohydrates. And dairy.”

CYNTHIA: “Right… it’s, uh… good to have solid chemistry with your tag-team partner.”

TITUS: “Chemistry? Oh you had better believe our bond was more than chemical. It was SPIRITUAL. The unfiltered union we formed in that ring was all-consuming. Once that bell rang, I couldn’t tell where my body ended and where Jo’s began. All I knew is that from the beginning to the end, it just felt right.”

CYNTHIA: “…”

TITUS: “And now that we’ve beaten the champs in a non-title match, it’s only a matter of time before we get our shot at the PWA Tag-Team Championship!”

JO: “Those two painted pretty boys are going down. HARD.”

CYNTHIA: “Uh, that’s right! Those uh… those championship belts are as good as ours!”

***Titus rubs his hands together enthusiastically as Cynthia looks from Titus to Jo with a slightly uncomfortable expression.***

TITUS: “And it’s all thanks to you Cynthia. None of this would have happened if you hadn’t… opened my mind to the possibilities. You brought us together.”

CYNTHIA: “…oh hell.”

JO: “And now… if you’ll excuse us sweetie, me and my Mensie are off to train.”

TITUS: “It’s gonna be a late night session hon, so don’t wait up.”

CYNTHIA: “Wait, don’t you… want me to come with you?”

TITUS: “Normally I would baby-doll… but it’s Mensies night.”

***Titus claps Jo on the shoulder. Jo gingerly hands Cynthia the untouched champagne glass and pirouettes around and heads out the door with Titus running enthusiastically behind. Cynthia just watches them go with a confused expression on her face.***

Statistics: Posted by Quillz — Thu Jul 29, 2021 6:10 am

Promos • Partners?

2021-07-28T00:48:48

***AKIRA, ALYSSA and REBEL WYLD are backstage at the PWA Arena in the trainer’s room after the close of PWA Battery. The three are in causal conversation, preparing to head to their hotel across town. Akira opens the door and freezes. Akira grits his teeth and makes a fist.***

AKIRA: “What the Hell do YOU want?”

VOICE: “Relax. I’m not here for you. I just want to talk to my tag team partner.”

***AKIRA is briskly shouldered aside…. as PWA Owner DAMION BLACK enters the room, dressed resplendently in a black Armani suit. He gives a dismissive glance to AKIRA, then locks eyes with ALYSSA and walks towards her, removing his sunglasses and tucking them into a breast pocket as he slowly walks towards her. REBEL WYLD steps forward and folds his arms, blocking BLACK’S path. ALYSSA raises an eyebrow and sizes BLACK up. DAMION stops a few feet from her and looks over REBEL’S shoulder at his KoD tag-team partner.***

DAMION: “Can we have some privacy?”

REBEL: “No.”

ALYSSA: “Rebel, it’s okay. I can handle myself.”

***REBEL gives BLACK a cautionary glance and steps aside, joining his brother by the door. Damion looks over at the looming WYLDS and sighs theatrically.***

ALYSSA: “Why don’t you two head down to the parking garage. I’ll be right there.”

***The brothers look at each other uneasily.***

AKIRA: “I don’t think so. We don’t know what that jerk Black is going...”

DAMION: “Oh get over yourself Wyld. You won at Undaunted. That means our tab is settled. Now if you don’t mind, I have *relevant* business matters to discuss with your sister. Matters that frankly don’t concern you.”

***AKIRA grits his teeth and advances at BLACK… but REBEL puts a hand on his shoulder. AKIRA looks at his brother, who gestures toward the door. AKIRA sighs and reluctantly leaves the trainer’s room, loudly closing the door behind him. DAMION’S eyes never leave ALYSSA’S. After a tense moment, DAMION breaks the silence.***

DAMION: “Now… care to talk about Battery last week?”

ALYSSA: “What’s there to talk about?”

DAMION: “First, I want you to know that I get it, and I’m not mad. I have been at odds with your twin brother since PWA opened its doors, and at odds with your whole family recently. I fired your husband from my employ. I tried to physically remove your brother from professional wrestling permanently. I’ve harried and harassed you, Rebel, Aldo, even people who are connected to the Wyld family. You have every right to feel bitter and I don’t blame you.”

***Alyssa folds her arms across her chest.***

DAMION: “You also know that whatever contest I’m in, be it a wrestling match, a board room deal, a Hollywood negotiation, or a power play, I will do whatever it takes to win. I proved that when I met your brother in the ring, and in the Wyld’s own gym. I prove that every time the ratings for Assault come in and continuously confirm the success of my wrestling organization. I will do everything to win. I’ll even hire Akira, Alyssa, and Rebel Wyld to my roster. I’ll even hire Aldo Wyld, a veteran of decades, whose prime had long past him, and Nikki Wyld, an unproven athlete, site unseen. I did those things, too.”

ALYSSA: “What a magnanimous individual you are.”

***BLACK pauses a beat and glances down to the floor before returning his gaze to Alyssa's eyes.***

DAMION: “And last week at Battery… I proved my willingness to win when I fought off two men in one match without the help of my partner. It was a dirty win, true. Not exactly glorious, but I won a hard-fought edge in our upcoming tournament match, which I will remind you is a tag team tornado match with no disqualifications. It’s going to be a lot harder for us to win and advance in the tournament if you hold on to your grievances, however justified, and it becomes a two-on-one match. My question to you is what will you gain by letting me get beaten up and both of us eliminated from King of Deathmatch? You want to hurt me, to see me pay for my crimes physically? My wounds will heal and I will still be in control of PWA.”

***ALYSSA puts her hands on her hips, turns and takes a step away from BLACK.”

DAMION: “I’m being up front with you here Alyssa. What do you want out of your career? Let’s take a hard look at who Alyssa Wyld is. Not a daughter of the Wyld family, but you, personally. How has your career been going in PWA, hm? You’ve tried your hand at tag team wrestling and at singles, and you’ve had minimal success. Meanwhile, your twin has captured the NWC World title twice and is pursuing the Heavyweight title, and your older brother very nearly became Heavyweight Champion and established himself as a major player. How long are you going to stay in their shadow? This tournament is your opportunity to make Alyssa Wyld a household name and leap closer to gaining your own accolades. Like it or not, we are together in this tournament. Nothing will change that. You know I will do anything to win, even if it means letting go of my own vendettas and working with a Wyld, Hell, even training with you if that’s what you want. What about you? What are you willing to do for your own sake? Are you going to be content to sit in the shadows while your career comes to an end, or are you going to ensure the world remembers the name of Alyssa Wyld? Don’t give me an answer, just think about it, hm?”

**With that, DAMION replaces his sunglasses over his eyes, smiles charmingly at Alyssa, turns and leaves the locker room. ALYSSA watches him go without saying anything. After a moment, the door closes and she stands alone in the trainer’s room. She sighs, runs a hand through her long hair, and thinks hard.***

Statistics: Posted by Ameronth — Wed Jul 28, 2021 12:48 am

Promos • Mr. Watts ...

2021-07-22T23:33:55

BARTHOLOMEW "BRAWLER," LORD BECKETT: "Last evening, I, Lord Beckett, was involved in a match with the man who currently holds the PWA Light Heavyweight Championship belt, one Mr. Spencer Watts. I don't mind saying, it was, as the Welsh say, a Hell of a fight, and it should have been.

"After all, Mr. Watts defeated Pantaro for it, and that was no mean feat. I expected good things from him, especially considering that ruthless streak he has finally developed.

"Including a few tactics that I recognized very well.

"What I did not see, Mr. Watts, was pacing and restraint. You went all out from the first ring, as you always do. So from one Light Heavyweight Champion to another, let me impart to you some insight: everyone is watching. Everyone is learning you. Everyone … everyone … is watching to see your weaknesses, your frailties, your shortcomings. And you need to learn these, too, for your own sake. You have taken some time to learn these truths about yourself, Mr. Watts, and your chances to learn are fast running out already. You are about to learn the weight of being a champion.

"Others are learning You more quickly than you are, and I … I am gifted."

Statistics: Posted by Stu — Thu Jul 22, 2021 11:33 pm

Promos • The MIGHTY Coldsnakes demand JUSTICE!!

2021-07-16T05:31:23

***The scene opens on the windy rooftop lair of the Mighty Coldsnakes! Mighty Cobra and Mighty Anaconda strike heroic poses as the (actually quite strong) wind whips Cobra’s hair around his head heroically. A hero’s fanfare plays in the background as Cobra and Anaconda flex. After a moment, a small transistor tape deck whips by as the wind carries it flying off the roof. Cobra and Anaconda watch it go with a dejected shoulder slump. Their theme music can be heard faintly on the wind as their tape deck falls five stories to the concrete below. After a moment of awkward silence, Cobra jumps into the foreground and addresses the camera.***

COBRA: “Okay! Okay, okay… okay. So… Anaconda here tells me that at PWA Undaunted, your favorite super heroes, the Mighty Coldsnakes, were brutally ambushed by a dastardly duo of gigantic monster men. He tells me this… but honestly my memory is a bit fuzzy on the whole thing. I remember giving a kick-ass promo in the ring, demanding a match at the show… and I remember being rudely interrupted by… something. I remember the sun being blotted out by a gigantic shape. I remember a pair of meaty hands around my throat… then… nada. It’s all a blank.”

***Cobra scratches his head.***

COBRA: “But my man Anaconda here tells me that what ACTUALLY happened is that that giant turd sandwich from AGRABAH, Army of ONE, head-butted me so hard it sent me into the third row! And then Anaconda here had to fight both him and another big-ass ham sandwich named SHANE in a handicap match!”

***Cobra slaps Anaconda on the chest.***

COBRA: “I tell ya… the NERVE of those two water buffaloes! It’s one thing to challenge the Mighty Coldsnakes in a fair and heroic battle of biceps, but to SUCKER PUNCH me like that and then beat Anaconda here two-on-one? That’s just CRIMINAL! And you all know what the Mighty Coldsnakes do to criminals!”

***Cobra and Anaconda share a nod and strike a pose.***

COBRA: “We serve JUSTICE, and we do it on a platter of LIBERTY with a side order of bald eagle! You two Megalith hosers sure are tough when you have a two-on-one advantage, but what happens when the odds are even?! At Undaunted, I didn’t get a chance to show the world my gonads, so you better believe that at Battery I’m gonna get me a piece! So here’s the fact Jack! I challange either of you dill-wangs to a fight! One-on-one, either one of you erections verses the one-and-only Mighty Cobra! Let’s see what you can do when the odds are in MY favor!”

***Anaconda whispers in Cobra’s ear.***

COBRA: “Uh huh… uh huh… what do you mean that’s a really bad idea? Uh huh… what do you mean that each of them outweigh me by more than 200lbs? Uh huh… what do you mean that facing either one of them is career suicide? Sorry big guy… I’m just not following you.”

***Anaconda sighs and shakes his head as Cobra strikes a fearsome pose. Anaconda stares at him for a moment longer, shrugs, and strikes a matching pose.***

COBRA: “Prepare yourselves Megaliths! The MIGHTY Coldsnakes are on the case and at Battery, you are going to get yourselves manhandled by justice’s supple but firm fingers!”

***The Coldsnakes flex and the screen fades to black.***

Statistics: Posted by Quillz — Fri Jul 16, 2021 5:31 am

Promos • Sweet Victory

2021-07-10T23:02:05

A loud crash is heard from the D.I.E locker room prompting a camera room to check it out. Upon entry a wild and ecstatic Spencer Watts is swinging the PWA Light-Heavyweight title above his head in celebration. The title slams into brick and lockers just before he comes to rest smiling at the camera. He tosses the belt over to his bags and approaches the camera.

Watts: "That right there has been the brass ring in this industry that Damion Black, the entire Light-Heavyweight division, and most notable the fans never wanted the Blueprint to have.. I did everything by the book and I paid every last one of my damn dues to get where I was and NEVER was I allowed the fair shot. The one on one shot for the most prestigious belt in PWA... Well since pleasing the masses and the office doesn't get you a shot, I did what I observed everyone else doing, I took short cuts and I forced my way to the top of the mountain. I slayed a Mad King, I shortened the career of a washed up Wyld even more than it already was, and then... THEN! I threw Pantaro off that mountain that Bloomfield and Stockholm so aptly called it, and now I'm the champion..."

Watts paces back and forth walking to the belt then back to the camera several times seemingly in deep thought.

Watts: "Now I'm at the top of that mountain and there isn't a damn wrestler, male, female, other, vilian, or hero on this roster that can take me off of it. This is my division now and I don't need a belt to showcase it."

He picks up the championship belt and holds it up to camera

Watts: "I don't need it, but I'm going to hold it so the rest of you clowns have something to chase."

Watts holds the belt back abit and spits on the title throwing it back against the wall as it falls onto his bag.

Watts: "Let the chase begin boys and girls..."

The camera cuts

Statistics: Posted by Spencer Watts — Sat Jul 10, 2021 11:02 pm

Promos • Meanwhile, In the Hall of D.I.E. ...

2021-07-07T15:43:33

***The camera opens at the headquarters of Dinkle International Enterprises. MARTY DINKLE stands with newest acquisition, SPENCER WATTS.***

MARTY DINKLE: "Once again, D.I.E. scores, but big time! My newest, brightest client here, one Mr. Spencer Watts, a champeen long in the making, is finally on the road to belteddome that he so richly deserves!

"Oh, there are doubters, to be sure, doubters and naysayers who go about saying 'Nay' by the bushel, but no naysayer saying nay will nullify the natural ascendancy of the star, Spencer Watts' … er … star!"

***Watts paces behind Dinkle, seemingly talking to himself and in a foul mood.***

MD: "Now I know that some managers would argue that their client should be shoved unceremoniously to the front of tha line, no questions asked, but here at D.I.E., I foster talent. I make sure that their championship is inarguable, unquestionable, and unforthrightlessable. Therefore, to undoubtedly indoubtify the doubters, we will embark on a series of matches that will pro-"

***Watts Jumps in front of Dinkle and takes up the shot.***

SPENCER WATTS: "Pantaro! You and I have some unfinished business! You're holding something that I never lost and you for damn sure never beat me for! Now I don't know if you paid attention, but last season I went into business for myself and that business is beating the hell out of washed up dinosaurs in masks. I think the world would agree that I'm fairly proficient at it. I paid my dues and bided my time last season, but when I beat 'The Mad King' AGAIN at Undaunted, I knew come season nine, I'd have either MJ1 or you, Dead To Rights... Bring my belt to Assault Thursday. Let's kick the season off right..."

***Watts exits the scene and the camera pans back to Dinkle.***

MD: "Dat's right! My boy Watts has waited long enough, you chaloupa-chugging ignoramus! Be ready … uh … Thursday, for the beating of your life … you … fellah in a mask!

"Yeah!"

Statistics: Posted by Stu — Wed Jul 07, 2021 3:43 pm

Promos • After the cameras stop rolling at PWA Undaunted…

2021-06-14T18:22:06

(The following is from the ‘extra features’ portion of the 2021 PWA Undaunted home video release. This release includes extra footage not shown to PPV viewers at home after the ending of the main event.)

***The scene fades in shortly after the end of the Supercard. Victor Sokolov is marching back and forth in the ring, holding his championship belt high in the air. He steps ‘over’ the prone body of Rebel Wyld, who is lying on his back with an arm over his face, breathing hard. George Prescott enters the ring and grabs Sokolov by the hand and thrusts it high in the air. He looks down at Rebel Wyld and sneers as he leads the Siberian Psychopath between the ropes and down the ramp toward the dressing room. Sokolov’s music plays as the fans boo. After Sokolov and Prescott exit, the music stops. Still on his back, Rebel Wyld puts his fists over his brow and closes his eyes tight. The fans cheer his name. He slowly makes his way to a sitting position and exhales deeply.***

***The camera shifts to the entrance ramp, where Akira, Alyssa, Nikki and Aldo step through the curtain. Aldo turns to Akira and nods. Akira makes his way to the ring as Rebel slowly regains his footing. Akira steps through the ropes and he and his brother share a knowing look. Akira points to Rebel as Rebel exhales and puts his hands on his hips and shakes his head. The crowd begins cheering and chanting Rebel’s name. Akira points out at the crowd as he locks eyes with Rebel. Then he walks up to his brother and the two embrace in the ring. The crowd explodes as Rebel Wyld’s music erupts from the loud speakers. Akira raises Rebel’s hand high in the air. The rest of the Wyld Family all make their way to the ring and crowd around Rebel in a group hug. Then, Rebel and Akira both point to their uncle. They each grab one of Aldo’s hands and lift them high in the air as the crowd chants “Aldo, Aldo, Aldo!” The members of the Wyld Family all smile and hold up their hands high as the screen fades to black.***

Statistics: Posted by Quillz — Mon Jun 14, 2021 6:22 pm

Promos • Fare Thee Well

2021-06-13T22:46:44

*** The Armada cheers as "Never Say Die" blairs over the loudspeaker. At the top of the ramp, THE MASKED SHOOTER steps out wearing his ever present mask, a nice two-piece gray tweed suit, and walking with a walking cane. Around his waist is the NWC World Wrestling Championship belt. The Masked Shooter walks gracefully with it, not hobbling until he has to climb the stairs to the ring. It takes longer than it used to.

When he steps to the middle of the ring, a mic lowers. The Shooter takes it. ***

THE MASKED SHOOTER: "Well …"

*** The fans erupt into another roar of approval. The masked man smiles, nods, waves, and wipes a tear away. ***

MS: "To begin with, I've got no regrets. I made some bad choices, yeah, and I hope others learn from them, but they were all mine.

"Moreover, most of my choices were the right ones. I've got alot more happy memories than the other kind. And this …" *** He taps the title belt *** "... is a Helluva way to leave the ring."

*** More cheering. ***

MS: "I want to thank you, all of you. It's a worn-out phrase, but you fans … you really make all the work and pain worth it. Thank you.

"I also want to thank the Wyld family for their kindness, as I have been hired on as a trainer in their family gym. I'll still have a hand in the business.

"And I should thank Mr. Black for giving me the opportunity to wrestle here at PWA. The past couple of years have been an unexpected blessing for me. Now, I can follow my old friend Aldo's exame and go on and retire.

"So here's to you all, the PWA Armada, and here's to those who will keep the business going, and better than I have."

*** Another great long cheer from the Armada. The veteran moves to leave, then stops and raises the mic again. ***

"Keep your eyes peeled. I may be gone, but I'd be willing to bet you haven't seen the last of the Masked Shooter."

Statistics: Posted by Stu — Sun Jun 13, 2021 10:46 pm

Promos • AMX’s OFFICAL paid advocate Cory Carnes has some words to the PWA Armada on the eve of a very special Battery...

2021-06-08T21:02:41

***The scene opens poolside at the palatial So-Cal estate that serves as the tropical cabana headquarters of AMX. Paid professional advocate Cory Carnes sits on a giant inflatable flamingo floatie in the center of a gold-rimmed, double-deckers waterfall infinity pool, sipping a virgin strawberry daiquiri from a bendy straw. As the camera zooms in on him, he tips his mirror-shade sunglasses and flashes a huge smile.***

CORY CARNES: “Well well well... how the turn... tables... have.... how the tables... how... WHAT A DIFFERENCE A DAY MAKES. As all of you know, AMX absolutely RULED at PWA Undaunted... especially my boy Mj1, who tore the house down with Pantaro in the GREATEST WRESTLING MATCH EVER (copywrite pending). Sure, he might have fallen short and lost the title, but he did it with STYLE. And when the dust clears, the sheer ARTISTRY he put into that match will live forever in the hearts and minds of the PWA Armada.”

***Cory takes a long sip from his daiquiri.***

CARNES: “And would you look at that? Looks like SOMEBODY in PWA management stood up and took notice! Tonight on PWA Battery, the entire world will celebrate the glory and dominance of AMX in a whole show dedicated to their dominance! You will see the special brand of action that only wrestling’s greatest faction can offer! I can think of no better way to close out season 8 than by highlighting PWA’s hottest act.”

***Cory rolls backward and flails uncoordinatedly into the pool. He dogpaddles to the side and poses seductively for the camera.***

CARNES: “Let me explain something to you. Johnny Ecks, Mj1, Tama Storm and Tolofa Storm are the four greatest talents to EVER lace boots in this company. They have the skills, they have the style, and they have a championship legacy that nobody in this business can match. That pathetic prettyboy Akira Wyld can’t hold a candle to the NWC’s shining franchise player, the Heartthrob Kid, Johnny Ecks. You think Alpha Omega are a dominant tag-team? The Samoan Storm are the uncrowned KINGS of wrestling’s most competitive division and the champs know it. That’s why they’ve been dodging them for the past three seasons. And any doubt that Mj1 was the top of the LHW mountain was shattered after the showstopper that was PWA Undaunted. At BEST, Pantaro can claim to be on the same level as Mj1. Those two are TIED with one win a piece and Pantaro is a marked man just waiting to fall to an inevitable rubber match.”

***Cory wrings out his shirt and shakes water off his head. Stage makeup runs down his wet face and neck.***

CARNES: “So listen up LOSERS. You are living in AMX’s world, and rent is coming due. Tonight will be the greatest exhibition of God given talent EVER, and you ungrateful fans have your Golden State Gladiators to thank for it. You’d BETTER get your asses to a TV screen for PWA Battery tonight. Because you are all in for the greatest show you pathetic fanboys could ask for. AMX forever yo.”

***Carnes throws up what he assumes are tough street signs as the screen fades to black.***

Statistics: Posted by Quillz — Tue Jun 08, 2021 9:02 pm