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Prestige Wrestling Association Forums Premiere FirePro E-Fed 2018-04-20T00:48:36 http://2d12.com/prestige/forum/app.php/feed/topic/106 2018-04-20T00:48:36 2018-04-20T00:48:36 http://2d12.com/prestige/forum/viewtopic.php?t=106&p=151#p151 <![CDATA[Watts Responce]]> The cameraman walks into a familiar barn to find Spencer Watts working on a truck. Spencer jumps down and takes a grease rag to wipe his hands.

"Rex, I told you to stay out of my way... I may be new around here but I've been a man longer than you've been a king.. If it's some Feast of Kings match that's gonna get you to shut your royal cake hole then I'm in!"

Spencer slams the hood of the truck.

"Next week... Long live the King..."

Camera fades to black as the sounds of the truck door and ignition are started.

Statistics: Posted by Spencer Watts — Fri Apr 20, 2018 12:48 am


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2018-04-19T15:23:09 2018-04-19T15:23:09 http://2d12.com/prestige/forum/viewtopic.php?t=106&p=150#p150 <![CDATA[One More Dance]]> PENNYWORTH stands in front of a bare cement wall. He's obviously in wrestling gear, but just stares at the camera for about thirty seconds before he starts talking.

So, that's how it is. I managed to go entire match with the Divine Psycho without him drawing blood. Which seems to be quite a feat, right Akira? And yet, when Brian Fury and I meet in the ring, he goes low. Pulls out the sickle. Cuts me. Makes me bleed.

Fury, we go back. I thought we were friends. That's not what you do to friends. Consider yourself on notice. When this tournament is over, you and I are going to have words.

But for now, the tournament is not over. There's one more dance to go before the battle royal. In this one, Rhett Holiday and I do battle to determine who has the dubious honor of starting the match with Nakamura. Whichever of us wins this match gets to enter third. The loser goes one on one with the Psycho to take a beating before there is anyone else there to blunt his effects. I don't know about you, Rhett, but I know that I don't care to spend any more time alone in a ring with him. So this week, when we face off, you WILL feel the affects of the Money Clip. I'm going to soften your neck and your head, work on your arms, and when the time is right, you won't even know it's coming. The Money Clip will be on, and you'll be tapping. So if I were you, I'd start looking at tape from your last match with Nakamura, and find a way to save your strength. Because when this match is over, it will be you, and not me, who starts the Battle Royal.

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2018-04-18T23:43:49 2018-04-18T23:43:49 http://2d12.com/prestige/forum/viewtopic.php?t=106&p=149#p149 <![CDATA[Time to Feast]]>
The boy's learning how the world works! Take what you want, and do what needs to be done. It's a shame he's learned that too late.

*his face falls and he stares the camera down, the rage building in his eyes*

We gave you your chance, boy. You could have heeded us and stayed in your place. But what you've done - what you did at Assault - is unforgivable!

It's time you pay for your ingorance, your stubbornness, your TREASON!

We challenge you to a TABLE OF KINGS MATCH! Every table set with a feast of pain - the perfect way to end your miserable existence! So, boy... what say you?

Make your father proud.

*Rex walks away, chuckling, then laughing*

Statistics: Posted by Rex_Camelot — Wed Apr 18, 2018 11:43 pm


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2018-04-18T19:28:00 2018-04-18T19:28:00 http://2d12.com/prestige/forum/viewtopic.php?t=106&p=148#p148 <![CDATA[Brian Fury’s new outlook]]>
Fury: Zoom that camera in REAL close, keep your mouth SHUT, and let me do the talking!

(Fury narrows his eyes and focuses on the camera.)

Fury: I went back to Harlem and it was good to be back home. Everyone showed me love but there were some guys there that didn’t show me respect. That pissed me off so I had to step to them and find out what was going down. Wanna know what they told me? They said I got soft. They brought up how much I wanted to wrestle rather than fight!

So after I KICKED THEIR ASSES all over the street I decided I needed to go back and look at my time in PWA. I pulled out my tablet and was headed to Starbucks......but said HELL NO to THAT! I found a spot, ordered a drink, went to the PWA site, looked at the footage.....and saw that they were RIGHT!

(Fury begins to pace as his voice rises.)

Fury: All these weeks here in PWA I spent too much time trying to be a WRESTLER, trying to FIT IN, trying to be what management thought I should be......TO HELL WITH THAT! I am BRIAN FURY!! I am a FIGHTER! I can beat ANYBODY on this roster anytime I want! I face Nakamura this week before the pay per view and I’m gonna carve him up!

You six other guys in the tournament watch what I do this week and ask yourselves if you’re sure I’m the man you want to get in the ring with! I am taking no prisoners and I’m gonna start my new wrecking tour with Nakaumra’s face!!

(Fury pounds his right fist into his left hand.)

Tapout or Knockout PWA? You decide!!!

(Camera goes static and then fades.)

Statistics: Posted by BG05 — Wed Apr 18, 2018 7:28 pm


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2018-04-12T01:40:57 2018-04-12T01:40:57 http://2d12.com/prestige/forum/viewtopic.php?t=106&p=147#p147 <![CDATA[Tiger Gold prepares for the final round of the Rise of Kings...]]>
GOLD: “Three weeks ago, I was defeated in my tournament match against the Surgical Specialist, Akira Wyld. At the end of a hard-fought contest that tested me to my limits... I saw my undefeated streak in the Rise of Kings Tournament come to an end. This was not my first defeat in PWA, and it shall likely not be my last. A true champion tests himself at every opportunity. Defeat is a consequence of risk and the price all warriors pay for the wisdom of experience. On that night, Akira Wyld was the better man and I congratulate him for his hard earned victory.”

***Tiger Gold clasps his wrist with one massive hand and flexes.***

GOLD: “I am not ashamed of my loss... but it did give me reason to pause and reflect on my performance in the Rise of Kings Tournament. Triumph sometimes brings complacency... and while each and every victory I have achieved in PWA has been hard fought... I wondered if perhaps my success had momentarily softened my drive to better myself. After all... I did not come to PWA to achieve glory and accolades. I came to this organization to have every fiber of my being tested as a true gladiator.”

GOLD: “This uncertainty did not sit well with me... so I secluded myself from the spotlight, determined to search my soul for answers. For days, I trekked through the wilderness... seeking to center my soul and feed the fire of my fighting spirit to a raging flame. After countless hours of meditation and training... I came to see the clarity of my quest. I found the righteous center to my journey. And with that clarity... I entered the arena of combat last week at PWA Assault and faced off against a formidable opponent in The Chosen One, Rhett Holiday. Through that encounter I reclaimed the fire of conquest that had eluded me a week earlier. I was a warrior reborn... and I take that renewed sense of purpose into the final match of the Rise of Kings Tournament where I will face my greatest challenge.”

GOLD: “Robert MacElroy... in our first encounter, you defeated me. For weeks, I have awaited the opportunity to avenge that loss in righteous combat. Next week on Assault... you and I will once again step onto he stage of the immortals... each with much to prove. The heavens shall shake with the fury of our glorious battle. Time and time again you have proven yourself to be a magnificent competitor... a worthy champion in any arena. Last time we met... you drank deeply from the well of souls and found within you the courage to slay a lion. This time however... you shall not be so fortunate. Weeks ago, I told you to savor your victory over me because it was rare fruit. You shall NOT have the opportunity of tasting it again. But you will be bathed in the glory of the gods, as once again we meet as immortals on the stage of history. Prepare yourself Robert MacElroy... destiny awaits!”

***Tiger Gold flexes at the camera and roars. Fade to black.***

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2018-04-11T22:54:43 2018-04-11T22:54:43 http://2d12.com/prestige/forum/viewtopic.php?t=106&p=146#p146 <![CDATA[The Price of Victory]]>
BAYNER: "Welcome back to PWA Weekend Rewind folks. The show where we look back on the most amazing developments from this week's episode of PWA Assault. Now we'd like to turn our attention to the absolutely brutal bloodbath that was Nakamura Yamasaki versus Akira Wyld."

KNIGHT: "Bloodbath is right Rich. I can't remember the last time I saw so much hemoglobin spilled in a wrestling ring."

BAYNER: "Which is saying something in an organization that is the home to the Divine Psycho, Nakamura Yamasaki."

*Footage from the match between Wyld and Yamasaki plays as the commentators narrate play-by-play.*

KNIGHT: "Now if you'll remember, prior to this week's Assault, Akira Wyld guaranteed the PWA Armada that Yamasaki would NOT make him bleed during this match."

BAYNER: "And true to his word, he took the fight to the Divine Psycho. For more than 10 minutes, Wyld hit Nakamura Yamasaki with every tool in his arsenal. It was impactful, precise and clearly designed to end this contest as quickly and cleanly as possible."

KNIGHT: "And when that didn't work, Wyld wasn't above blasting Yamasaki in the head with a steel chair."

BAYNER: "But after a near fall off a five-star press, things took a turn for the gruesome as The Divine Psycho brought out the hardware."

*Footage airs of Nakamura Yamasaki using sickles, chairs and teeth to tear into Wyld, leaving him a bloody mess. The footage goes on to show Wyld being brutalized with piledrivers, groin kicks, and sentons.*

KNIGHT: "Wyld was beaten like a government mule for a solid half hour. I don't even think Yamasaki tried for a single pin during the entirety of that savage attack."

*Footage is shown of a desperate and bloody Wyld dragging an unsuspecting Nakamura into a grounded armbar forcing him to submit.*

BAYNER: "In the end, Wyld pulled off a narrow victory over his vicious opponent by digging deep into his technical playbook and applying a textbook armbar."

KNIGHT: "Longtime wrestling fans will remember that as a Grecolock... one of his dad's signature finishing maneuvers. I didn't even know Akira still had that in his utility belt."

BAYNER: "It was enough to get Akira the victory, but he definitely paid the price for the win. Following that brutal encounter, Akira Wyld was rushed to a local medical facility where he remained overnight for observation, suffering from a number of lacerations, contusions, and debilitating injuries that are sure to have an impact on the remainder of the Rise of Kings Tournament."

KNIGHT: "Love him or hate him... and you know I can't stand the guy Rich... you have to feel for Wyld. With his win over Yamasaki, Wyld's sitting on a 4-2 record in the tournament. It would be a shame to see all that hard work go to waste if Wyld has to bow out of this competition due to injury. That's that's not how any competitor wants to go out.*

BAYNER: "As always, we wish each and every superstar on our roster the best as they strive to stay healthy and compete here in PWA. After the break, we will take a closer look at the Rise of Kings brackets and our odds makers will discuss each competitor's chance for victory."


*The scene fades to black.*


LATER, AT A LOCAL MEDICAL FACILITY


*Scene opens in a hospital emergency room. Akira Wyld lies in a bed after his brutal match Nakamura Yamasaki, hooked up to various machines and an IV. Akira lies motionless, eyes half-opened, staring through the ceiling. A nurse enters.*

NURSE: "Mr. Wyld?" *Akira's eyes flicker and he looks over at the nurse without moving his head* "You have a visitor."

*Akira Wyld sits up in his bed. A bandage is wrapped around his head, covering one eye. An IV drip is positioned next to his bed. He eyes the nurse suspiciously.*

WYLD: "A visitor? I'm not expecting anybody. Who the hell..."

*A man dressed in a black Armani suit, jet-black hair tied back into an impeccable tail, appears behind the nurse.*

BLACK: "Akira."

*Akira Wyld raises his eyebrows.*

WYLD: "Black? What the hell are you doing here?"

BLACK: "I'm... well, I heard you wanted to see me. I came as quickly as I was able."

*Wyld narrows his eyes at Black and settles back into his pillow.*

WYLD: "Huh... I honestly didn't expect you to come yourself. Figured you'd send in some underling to do your bidding."

*Damion Black glances around the room and straightens his tie. He looks at Wyld with a look of concern mixed with mild exasperation.*

BLACK: "I'm... sure you have some business to discuss, but before we begin, how are you doing? What is the prognosis for you recovery?"

*Wyld looks at him flatly and broadly gestures to the IV and the hospital apparatus.*

WYLD: "How does it look like I'm doing? That psycho Nakamura cut me to ribbons. I'm a mess!"

BLACK: "Nakamura certainly knows his work, doesn't he? Concussion, multiple deep-tissue lacerations, contusions, two broken ribs... he put you through Hell last night. It is a testament to your conditioning that you survived, and a testament to your willpower that you won. I have not seen a performance like that in a long, long time. It was truly something special. Now, what can I do for you?"

*Wyld cocks an eyebrow at Black and chooses his words very carefully.*

WYLD: "You're damn right it was special. Anyone with a brain can see that I'm a one-in-a-million talent. I put myself through hell week in and week out. Do you know why? Because I deserve that heavyweight title. I deserve it because I'm the best in the world. I don't just say it... I show it every time I step between the ropes!"

BLACK: "You're ability is not in question here... but what are you getting at?"

WYLD: "To the point... ok. Fine. This tournament has been a huge success for PWA. People all over the world are talking about Prestige Wrestling and how the best of the best fight here. You're two weeks away from crowning an inaugural champion and raising the profile of this organization a hundred-fold."

BLACK: "Yes. Thanks to all the hard work of our heavyweights, the Rise of Kings Tournament has been everything I hoped it would be."

WYLD: "Thanks to ALL your heavyweights... me included. Well, I'm hurt. I'm hurt so badly that I might not be able to compete in the last round of the tournament. You've read my medical report. These are career-threatening injuries. And if I go down... so does your entire tournament structure. No matter who wins at that point, there will be a huge asterisk by their name because one of the TOP contenders to the title wasn't able to compete."

BLACK: "That would be an unfortunate way to end the tournament."

WYLD: "RIght... so I'll cut to the chase... I think I deserve a bye next week. I'm supposed to face that nimrod Kevin Starr. Everyone with any sense knows that joker isn't in my league. I think you need to do the only fair thing... and just write off our match and give me the win. Its what would have happened anyway. It's the only way to preserve the integrity of your tournament."

*Black blinks and stares at Wyld.*

BLACK: "A bye? Starr is sitting on a 5-1 record in this tournament. He's fighting for the winning slot. You really think it would be fair to just give you an unearned win over him?"

WYLD: "Yeah, I do, and I'll tell you why. The only man in PWA to beat Kevin Starr so far is Tiger Gold. Three weeks ago I systematically dismantled Tiger Gold. I handily beat the one man who beat Starr. In fact, I've beaten EVERY supposedly unbeatable heavyweight in this organization. Robert MacElroy, Brian Fury, Nakamura Yamasaki, Rhett Holiday, Tiger Gold... there's nobody I can't beat."

BLACK: "Richard Pennyworth might disagree with you on that point."

*Wyld glares at Black.*

WYLD: "Did you know I've fought more matches than any heavyweight on the roster this season? I haven't had a single week off since this organization started. Even the weeks where I haven't been booked I've been here, stealing the show."

BLACK: "All for the good of PWA of course."

*Wyld looks at Black and shrugs.*

WYLD: "Don't patronize me. I do it because I like showing you up. I know who I am and what I'm here for. But does any of that really matter? I work hard in PWA. This isn't a popularity contest except in the Nielson Ratings... and I put asses in seats. Tell me I'm wrong."

*Black sighs and puts his hands on his hips. He glances over at Wyld's medical chart and then out the window on a breezy spring afternoon. Finally he turns back to Wyld and lets out a slow breath.*

BLACK: "Akira, I can get you time off to heal. I don't think anyone would begrudge you that. After what you've been through with Nakamura, it's warranted. As far as a bye goes, that... well that's something else. That's not to say I don't understand your logic in justifying a bye, but your tournament record is still officially four and two. A win or a loss makes a huge difference for your standing as well as that of the other competitors. Also, a precedent has already been set. When Robert MacElroy was injured, he was not afforded a bye to take time to recover. I'm not saying it's out of the question, but it will be difficult. In the interest of your health, I shall do all I can for you. I don't want to see you or anyone on the roster risk permanent injury. In the meantime, I shall see to it that you have the best medical care and physical therapy at your disposal. Heal up, get in fighting shape... I'll be in touch."

*Damion Black turns and exits the room. Akira watches him go with a stern expression on his face as the scene fades to black.*

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2018-04-10T02:50:37 2018-04-10T02:50:37 http://2d12.com/prestige/forum/viewtopic.php?t=106&p=145#p145 <![CDATA[After the Main Event]]>
Bloomfield: "Ladies and gentlemen, another high-impact episode of PWA Assault is in the history books, and the fallout of that incredible main event is still rattling certain members of our roster. I have just received word that "Brawler" Bartholomew Beckett is returning to the locker-room now, and, although Terry Schneider has refused to go and speak to him, one of our camera men has been convinced to follow the Brawler back there. Let's go to the live feed now ..."

(Beckett can be heard from down the hall, and briefly comes into view just before going into the locker room. The camera follows, and Beckett is fuming among the other wrestlers therein. Then, he sees the cameraman.)

Bob Willis, camera man: "Oh, sh-"

Beckett: (stalks toward camera as Bob backpedals): "This ends NOTHING! Here ... here, where are you going? Get back here! (grabs camera, keeps it focused on his face) This ends nothing, do you hear me? All this evening proved is that those two luchi-turds are a lousy tag-team! Brothers, yes? Tag champs for how many years? And yet they are defeated SOUNDLY by a pair of one-time partners, a mastermind and a mercenary? Pathetic! Neither of those green-card bandits deserves to be here at the PWA, and this proved it!

"But that isn't the point! Nothing is over! Snowdrift, that bloody coward, did everything he could to stay as far away from me as possible, sending his dog, Panthro, to try and take me out! Well, the laugh is on you, my friend! I got a bigger dog, and he tore yours apart! They're going to have to throw what's left of him in the ring to lay in a puddle when title time comes, but YOU ... come here ..." (grabs the camera and Bob Willis and leads them both into the locker room.)

"Lads! Update time! Forget Panty-Ho! I am putting all twenty-grand on Snow's mask, cash, as of right NOW! (turns camera back onto himself) On top of that, Blow, you want me? Fine! I won't be difficult to find at all! You just sign a contract putting your mask on the line, and I will be happy to beat you to a pulp and FORCE you to submit again! (as he talks, several wrestlers begin filing out of the locker room in the background)

Derrik Arzon: (in the back) "Mr. Sno-ow? Can I have your autograph?"

Junior Cobra: (following) "He'll never all for that ..."

Beckett: (now very close to the camera) "Snow, your days are numbered. I don't care in what order it happens. I am going to bury your mask and your career in separate graves!"

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2018-04-09T16:24:05 2018-04-09T16:24:05 http://2d12.com/prestige/forum/viewtopic.php?t=106&p=144#p144 <![CDATA[Promos for Assault 4/20/2018]]>
The camera enters the locker room with Spencer removing the athletic tape from his hands and a grimace on his face as he sits on a wooden bench in front of his locker.

"You did this to yourself Rex... You did this to PWA Rex... You took a small town country boy who only wanted to live out his dream...."

Spencer stands up and gets close to the camera.

"You took this country boy and forced him to become the best he could be... You forced him to become better than a King... I outclassed you in every sense of the word! And then... I chose to win by count out because I knew your twisted sense of honor and pride wouldn't let you keep your shoulders to the mat."

Spencer makes his way back to the locker and grabs a towel to wipe the sweat from his face.

"While I appreciate this thrust of momentum, I know it wasn't your intention so for that I'll be giving you a kindness.. A warning to stay out of my way because the next time I won't let the count out happen. I won't let the rules of the squared circle save you. While it hurts me that I have to be like this, Rex Camelot, Mad King or not, if you cross my path maliciously again, you will be dethroned.."

Spencer hangs his head visibly upset by his own words and makes his way to the showers.

The camera fades

Statistics: Posted by Spencer Watts — Mon Apr 09, 2018 4:24 pm


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