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Prestige Wrestling Association Forums Premiere FirePro E-Fed 2018-03-08T22:52:35 http://2d12.com/prestige/forum/app.php/feed/topic/64 2018-03-08T22:52:35 2018-03-08T22:52:35 http://2d12.com/prestige/forum/viewtopic.php?t=64&p=106#p106 <![CDATA[Re: Nick Spoils address Cassidy Cray and Tiger Gold]]>
CRAY: “Brothers and sisters... never let it be said that the path to enlightenment does not come with it’s own trials and tribulations. True wisdom comes from understanding... and understanding comes from experience. Experiences can APPEAR to be good or bad... but in truth, they are all simply threads woven into a grand and glorious tapestry.”

***Cray stops and considers his pipe for a moment... then leans forward on his elbows.***

CRAY: “When my tag-team partner Bokrug Manaj and I arrived in PWA, we did so with one goal in mind. Our aim was to bring the glory of enlightenment to each and every superstar in this organization. Our methods differ but in the end our goals have always been as one. Only through the purifying power of understanding can we fulfill our true purpose.”

***Cray casually shrugs his shoulders and laughs a laconic mellow chuckle.***

CRAY: “Now I will admit... our first match in PWA did not go quite as I foresaw. Thanks to the exuberance of our opponent Junior Cobra, my good buddy Bokrug suffered a pretty gnarly neck injury... and it’s kept us out of tag-team contention for a few weeks. But after some rehab and a tune-up singles match I am happy to report that my colleague is back in the saddle and ready to administer his own special brand of ‘purification’ to the tag-teams of PWA. The road to glory and tranquility runs parallel to that which leads to tag-team gold. And the first step toward achieving those entwined ends will be taken at Assault this week.”

***Cray sits back in a yoga pose and takes a deep breath.***

CRAY: “Mr. Spoils... you and your boy Gehenna seem to feel as if your encounter with The Pinfall Wizard is going to be some sort of... tune-up match to help you recover your mojo. Well... Cassidy Cray is all about mojo... and you’d best believe that our match is going to be very revealing... but perhaps not in the way you expect. But that’s okay... surprise is the spice that flavors the soup. And won’t you be surprised Mr. Gehenna... when you open your eyes and find yourself staring up at the lights. Showing reverence through submission. With the voices of the multitudes ringing in your ears, you will take the first step toward enlightenment... and Alpha Omega will ascend upward and onward to the PWA Tag-Team Championship.”

***Cray closes his eyes and bows his head as the scene fades to black.***

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2018-03-08T06:19:00 2018-03-08T06:19:00 http://2d12.com/prestige/forum/viewtopic.php?t=64&p=105#p105 <![CDATA[FIERCE and DEADLY Training]]> The camera shows an empty corridor inside the PWA Arena and Training Center. The walls are a pristine white with gold painted doors at regular intervals. All is quiet, except for a faint noise, like a distant thump. The camera moves forward down the hallway, and the noise becomes louder and more distinct. The thumping intensifies, accompanied now with grunts. A sharp, brief cry rings out, then more thumping, then a loud crash. The camera stops at a pair of double doors, both half painted green over their original gold. One of the doors opens. The camera enters the room, revealing a training area dominated by a wrestling ring. In the ring, a young man with long, curly black hair is locked in a Roman knuckle lock with a much larger, much more muscular man in a distinct black and green mask. The young man is putting forth a Herculean effort, straining against the hands of the masked giant, who is standing almost completely still, distracted by something off to his right. The young man continues pushing and struggling, grunting with the effort, as the giant continues looking around the room. Another sound accompanies the effort the young man; a sound similar to paper being crumpled. Near the ring, lounging on a bench, head down in a magazine and loudly munching Cheetos, is a man similarly dressed as the giant in the ring but much smaller in size. He absently shoves a handful of Cheetos into his mouth and wipes his hands on a nearby gym bag, which is beginning to turn orange. The name stitched on the side of the bag is "Arzon".

Arzon, the smaller man, suddenly wrenches his left hand free and spins under his right arm which is still holding the big man's left hand, his athletic pirouette punctuated with an enthusiastic "Ha!". That "Ha!" quickly turns into "HaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAHHH!" as Giant Anaconda II deftly clamps down his left arm to his side, catching Arzon in a headlock. Anaconda's gaze never leaves whatever it was that has distracted him. Arzon tries in vane to lift the big man into a back suplex to counter the headlock, to no avail.*

ARZON: "Nhn! Nhhhhhhhhn!!! Uh.... Mr. Cobra, sir, uh.... how should I get out of this.... nhn! headlock?"

*Junior Cobra's eyes narrow as he slowly looks up from his magazine to glare at the ring.*

COBRA: "... the spit did you just call me hayseed?"

ARZON: "Oh!! Uh, Supreme Master Cobra! How should I get out of this headlock?"

COBRA: "Better.”

*Junior Cobra looks down at his magazine and stuffs more Cheetos into his mouth. *

COBRA: “Thush hiw fut."

ARZON: "What was that, Supreme Master?"

*Junior Cobra crunches loudly a few times then swallows.*

COBRA: "Sorry... ahem. Touch his butt."

*Giant Anaconda blinks a few times and looks down at Arzon. Arzon looks up at Anaconda as best he can. They both look at Junior Cobra. Cobra feels the eyes on him and looks up again from his magazine.*

COBRA: "What?! Touch his butt! He won't be expecting it! You'll catch him off-guard!"

*[1]A single bead of sweat runs down Anaconda’s chest. He and Arzon look at each other again, then back to Junior Cobra.[/1]*

ARZON: " ... are you... sure that will work?"

*Junior Cobra slaps the magazine down on the bench and leaps to his feet.*

COBRA: "ARE YOU QUESTIONING ME?!?! Listen up, you greenhorn punk, you are locked in a death battle! This is survival!!!! There are no rules!!!! If touching another man's tuff cakes makes you squeamish, then get out of that ring and quit wasting my time, because you clearly DON'T care enough about winning to SACRIFICE and PAY YOUR DUES!!!!"

*Anaconda and Arzon look back down at each other as Junior Cobra slumps down on the bench in a huff and picks his magazine back up. Arzon looks down at the mat. Anaconda suddenly jerks upright, his eyes wide and his arms spasm outward, freeing Arzon from the deadly headlock.*

ARZON: "...... kinda firm...."

*Anaconda blushes through his mask. Cobra looks up from the magazine.*

COBRA: "Whoa! Dude, di- did you just touch his butt? Man, that's GROSS!!!! This is an honorable contest, you freak!!!! What the Hell?!?!"

ARZON: "But you just said-"

COBRA: "Who's the teacher here?! Don't listen to what I SAID, listen to what I'm SAYING!! And what I'm saying is... Give Anaconda twenty bucks."

*Arzon, still in the headlock, digs into his tights and pulls out a sweaty $20 bill. He waves the bill in front Anaconda. Anaconda looks down a the sweaty bill then look s at Junior Cobra and cocks his head to one side.*

COBRA: "Don't you have a couple of tens or fives?"

ARZON: "N- no, Supreme Commander Cobra. I wasn't able to get change today."

COBRA: "...................fine. Dinner's on you tonight, big man."

*Giant Anaconda shrugs his shoulders and grabs the twenty with his free hand, looks around, then looks up and gingerly stuffs the twenty in his tights.*

ARZON: “Done, Supreme Master Cobra sir! Uh.. what should I do next sir?!”

COBRA: “Smell him a little.”

ARZON: “...”

COBRA: “...”

ARZON: “How uh... just how is this all helping you train for your match against Insane Jack Lane?”

*Cobra rolls is eyes INTENSELY under his mask.*

COBRA: “It clears my mind Daryl. You wouldn’t understand. You’re just a wet-behind-the-ears rookie. In time you’re going to learn that working out the body is only one way to train. Half this stuff is mental. And everybody knows that Junior Cobra is COMPLETELY mental.”

*Anaconda nods enthusiastically and gives Arzon a thumbs up.*

ARZON: “I have so much to learn.”

COBRA: “Now then... enough with this undercard bull crap. It’s time for the main event. For this I’m going to need some support. Anaconda, come out here and hold my hand. I need moral support.”

*Giant Anaconda nods and exits the ring. He kneels by Junior Cobra and clasps his left hand gently with one gloves mitt. Arzon stands in the ring looking mildly confused.*

ARZON: “Um... wh- what about my match with Spencer Watts, Supreme Commander Cobra, Your Honor, sir? Do you have any poin-”

COBRA: “Sigh... in a minute Dylan. I need to concentrate.”

*Cobra takes a deep breath... then exhales slowly.*

COBRA: “See kid... like I said. This game is all mental. A true badass can defeat an opponent without even lifting a finger. And this week on Assault, Jack Lane is going to learn what it means to face a man with the mind of a Mensa patient.”

ARZON: “A Mensa... a what now?”

COBRA: “Watch and learn Diane. Now... I need you to do exactly what I say. Can you do that?”

ARZON: “Yes sir Supreme Commander Cobra.”

COBRA: “Arzon, I’m going to need you to to suplex yourself.”

ARZON: “...um...”

COBRA: “Did I flarking stutter Arzon?!”

ARZON: “Uh... NO sir!”

*Derrick Arzon promptly cinches himself in an imaginary suplex and forward flips onto his back.*

ARZON: “OOF!”

*Anaconda and Cobra exchange an amazed look.*

COBRA “(whispering) oh my god he actually did it.”

ARZON: “What was that?”

COBRA: “Nothing! Good job kid. Um... now chokeslam yourself.”

*Arzon promptly goozles his own throat, jumps into the air and slams himself back first on the mat.*

ARZON: “GAFF!”

*Anaconda and Cobra exchange a wordless high-five and smile.*

COBRA: “Ah it’s gonna be a neat day. Arzon... get the tables.”

*Arzon takes a deep breath, groans... then rolls outside to the floor and starts digging under the ring. Fade to black.*

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2018-03-08T04:13:20 2018-03-08T04:13:20 http://2d12.com/prestige/forum/viewtopic.php?t=64&p=104#p104 <![CDATA[Tiger Gold gets an unexpected interruption...]]>
BAYNER: “Welcome back folks. As we said at the top of the hour, this has been an absolutely scintillating week of action here in PWA. The Rise of Kings Tournament is on fire as all of our heavyweights are competing to earn favorable placement in the RoK Battle Royal.”

KNIGHT: “That’s right Rich, and things took a personal turn last night in Tallahassee where Tiger Gold faced off against PWA journeyman Lance Steamer. Following an impressive victory, Tiger Gold attempted to address the PWA Armada when things got juuust a little bit violent. PWA cameras were there to catch all the action.”

***The scene switches to a ringside camera at a PWA show in Tallahassee. Tiger Gold is pacing in the ring holding a microphone. In the background, a prone Lance Steamer can be seen being tended to by a ringside physician. A trainer throws Tiger Gold a white towel which he uses to wipe sweat from his shoulders and neck. The crowd is cheering and chanting his name. Gold nods to the crowd and raises his microphone to speak.***

GOLD: “There is nothing like the roar of the crowd. Each night I draw strength from the hearts souls of the amazing fans here in PWA. I came here to this organization to find the spirit of the warrior... and I found so much more. This is the realm of the immortals. The fighting spirit is alive and well in the Prestige Wrestling Association.”

***The crowd begins to chant “PWA” over and over again. Gold nods and holds his microphone up to the adulations of the fans.***

GOLD: “And nowhere have I seen that fighting spirit personified more intensely than in the soul of my opponent last week, Brian Fury. When I came to this company... I did so in order to seek out the greatest warriors in the world and test them in the field of combat. Brian Fury was the man I came here to fight. No other warrior possessed an intensity and fortitude that could match my own. When we clashed last week at Assault, the PWA Armada bore witness to a war like no other in the history of this grand vocation. When we collided, the universe shuddered with the impact of a thousand suns. And... when the dust settled... Tiger Gold stood victorious.”

***Gold lowers the microphone and looks out at the cheering crowd. He nods solemnly... and raises the microphone once more.***

GOLD: “Fury... I know what you put into our battle, and what it took out of you. I know because I myself feel hollowed out by the ordeal. Together we drank deeply from the well of the immortal soul... and it will take time to replenish what we depleted. But know that you have earned my respect... and when the time comes for us to meet again, I shall give you the my merciless best... and expect no less from you in return.”

***Gold paces back and forth in the ring again. He lowers his head and speaks in an even, measured tone.***

GOLD: “For now though... I must look forward. Forward to the remaining matches in the Rise of Kings Tournament. The battle is not yet won... but due to recent events I have been bequeathed a mantle that carries with it certain... expectations. Thanks to my victory over Brian Fury... I am being referred to as the sole, UNDEFEATED competitor in this illustrious contest. This is a great and impressive title to bear... but it is not entirely accurate is it? A true warrior must assess himself honestly. He must both bask in his glories... and acknowledge his defeats. And there is one man in this tournament that has DEFEATED me in the past. One man that took all I had to offer in the ring, and answered with an intensity and strength worthy of the gods. If I seek to truly call myself the greatest heavyweight in PWA... I must face this man once more. ROBERT MACELROY, your destiny awa...”

***Before Tiger Gold can finish his thought, the guitar licks of Spectre General’s “Nothin’s Gonna Stand in our Way” fire up over the arena speakers. Tiger Gold stops mid-sentence and turns a confused look toward the entrance ramp. After a moment, The Surgical Specialist, Akira Wyld appears from the backstage area. He has a disrespectful smirk on his face and a microphone in his hand. Gold takes a step back in the ring and squares his shoulders at Wyld. His eyes narrow and his face creases in a frown.***

WYLD: “Isn’t this noble... the invincible Tiger Gold humbly praising his opponents. Acknowledging his defeats and standing bravely, facing the future. How ‘inspiring’. I’ve gotta hand it to you big man... you know how to work a crowd. What a salesman.”

***Wyld offers a mock golf-clap in Gold’s direction. Gold’s eyes flash with anger and he begins pacing back and forth in the ring like a predatory cat.***

WYLD: “Ah, maybe I’m wrong. Maybe you really do believe your own hype. Who knows... who CARES? Regardless... I think you’re focusing on the wrong faces in this tournament. Robert MacElroy isn’t the guy you need to be worrying about right now.”

***Wyld flashes a humorless smile in Gold’s direction. Gold lets a cold laugh escape his throat as raises his microphone to speak.***

GOLD: “Is that so ‘Surgical Specialist’? You think that perhaps my attention would be better spent focusing on YOU? There is a REASON that I have not focused my considerable ire in your direction Akira Wyld. I seek honorable competition. I wish to test my mettle against those who represent true fighting spirit. You... are an impudent whelp who has squandered an honorable family name in the pursuit of shallow material glories. You are a scoundrel who is not WORTHY of being honored on the stage of the immortals. In time, we will meet in the Rise of Kings Tournament...but that eventuality will NOT save you tonight. For unlike some others in this tournament... I do not respect you enough to grant you respite until our scheduled encounter. Prepare yourself charlatan... not for destiny... but for an ungodly thrashing at the hands of an immortal!”

***Tiger Gold throws his microphone down and pounds his chest with his massive bronze hands. He throws back a roar and advances out between the ring ropes in Wyld’s direction. Akira Wyld’s eyes go wide as the arena erupts in cheers. Wyld puts up a hand in warding-off gesture. He looks terrified.***

WYLD: “Woah, woah... hang on a minute. You... you stay right there. I’m warning you! Take one more step and... and...”

***Wyld is drowned out by the roar of the crowd. He shakes his head and narrows his eyes at Gold. He drops his microphone and adopts a reluctant fighting stance as he prepares for Gold’s advance. Tiger Gold nods and steps through the ropes... but before he can jump down to the ring floor, PWA manager and ring-vetaran NICK SPOILS leaps over the guardrail and stands with his arms folded, blocking Gold’s path.***

***Tiger Gold pauses, looking confused. He glances from Spoils to Wyld and back again... and does not notice as The Divine Psycho, YAMASAKI NAKAMURA leaps up onto the ring apron... and spits a strange foreign substance right into the FACE of the masked wrestler. Gold violently recoils as he clutches frantically at his face and falls backwards back into the ring onto his back. Nakamura stands on the apron and scans the crowd with his eyes. The remnants of a broken bottle are clutched in his hand. His mouth has shards of glass and rivulets of blood staining it. On his back in the ring, Gold is pawing at his eyes, wiping the shards that Nakamura spit into his face away, but the damage has been done. Blood runs from his eyes and mouth, and Gold has been temporarily blinded by the assault.***

***Nakamura deliberately steps between the ropes and silently stalks around the prone Tiger Gold. As Gold tries futilely to right himself and rise to his feet, Nakamura turns to Spoils and cocks his head quizzically. Spoils responds with a slow nod of affirmation. Nakamura’s face creases into a bloody smile as he drags Gold roughly to his feet and DDTs him violently into the canvas, right on top of the scattered broken glass in the ring. Without missing a beat, Nakamura drags a thumb across his throat and spits a wad of blood, saliva, and glass onto Gold’s back as he lies supine in the ring. As the crowd erupts into a chorus of boos, Nakamura calmly reaches down... and grasps the back of Tiger Gold’s mask with a taped hand. He cocks his head and seems to consider his actions for a moment... then, silently, he releases his grip on the mask and brings his now blood-covered hand away from Gold. Nakamura holds a bloody hand high in the air as he stands over the unconscious Tiger Gold’s body.***

***On the entrance ramp, a relieved looking Akira Wyld relaxes his stance and smiles subtly. Next to the ring, Spoils turns to Wyld and they seem to share a passing glance, before Wyld backs up the ramp and disappears into the backstage area. The final image is of a disturbingly calm Yamasaki Nakamura standing over an unconscious and bloody Tiger Gold as Nick Spoils looks on. The tape ends and the scene returns to the set of PWA Rewind.***

BAYNER: “An absolutely grotesque scene in Tallahassee this weekend Damon. Nakamura has made an emphatic statement to his opponent at this week’s Assault, Tiger Gold.”

KNIGHT: “That’s an understatement Rich. I can’t remember the last time I saw Tiger Gold dominated like that. There are just some things you don’t do. It’s like the old song goes. You don’t tug on Superman’s cape, you don’t spit into the wind...”

BAYNER: “And you don’t disrespect Tiger Gold the way we just saw Nakamura and Nick Spoils do. You have to think there will be repercussions to this assault Damon.”

KNIGHT: “Reprecussions AT Assault you mean. I for one am looking forward to seeing where this goes... and to finding out what, if any role Akira Wyld has to play in this conflict. Was this just a one-off marriage of convenience or are Wyld and Spoils brewing something?”

BAYNER: “Only time will tell Damon. That’s it for us for PWA Weekend Rewind. Goodnight PWA Armada, and we will see you at Assault!”

***Fade to black***

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2018-03-06T16:34:40 2018-03-06T16:34:40 http://2d12.com/prestige/forum/viewtopic.php?t=64&p=103#p103 <![CDATA[Nick Spoils address Cassidy Cray and Tiger Gold]]> Fade up from black to see Nick Spoils standing, arms crossed, in the front of a gym. Behind him, Gehenna can be seen lifting weights nonstop. In the far back, a wrestling ring is set up, in which Yamasaki Nakamura is calmly ripping pieces off the turnbuckle and tossing them into his mouth.

NICK: After facing a loss, it is always time to reflect and consider what it was that caused your loss. In the case of Armageddon, I believe the cause was clear. Someone forgot he was wrestling in a tag team match and tried to take on both Coldsnakes at once. Well, Ragnarok has been suitably...chastised, after a meeting of the minds with Nakamura. He is, shall we say, still in recovery after being brought around to seeing things the right way.

In the meantime, we look ahead to our next challenge. Gehenna takes on Cassidy Cray in the ring. I must say, the team of Alpha Omega is intriguing. Both men are skilled, and such opposites in manner and action. Yet, they team up together well. It is a shame that the darker one is in a recovery of his own at the moment. It would have proved and interesting challenge. Still, Cray is nothing to sneeze at.

And yet, when it comes down to it, Gehenna is coming off a loss. That doesn't sit well with him. It doesn't sit well with me. And when things make us uncomfortable, when things upset us...people get hurt. So let's just make one thing clear. Before you step into that ring with Gehenna at Assault, Cassidy Cray, I want you to make sure your insurance is up to date. We cannot be held responsible for your medical expenses when you join your partner in the hospital.

Nick starts to walk out, then pauses and looks back at the camera.

NICK: But Nick, I hear you say, what do you have to say about Nakamura taking on Tiger Gold?

I hear you, you pitiful fool. But we have already explained ourselves in that matter. Nakamura has a record of futility according to the dirt sheets. Never won a match, they say. Well, as we've said before, when Yamasaki Nakamura steps into the ring, the battle does not take place between the ropes. The battle takes place in his opponent's head. The fear, the terror, the abject and painfully humiliating desire to be somewhere, ANYWHERE else that he can see in his opponent's eyes? That's what really gets Nakamura going. He doesn't care about straps of metal. He doesn't care about the adulation of the fans. What he cares about is subject his own brand of sadism on his opponents. They know that his sickle is there somewhere...and even if it goes away, Nakamura isn't above walking away with a piece of his opponent in his mouth. And when they finally start to rise above that fear, to think they can work through it? That's when Nakamura chooses to end the match. Because if they can't break free of the fear, the next time they meet, it returns in full force.

That is what Tiger Gold has to face at the next Assault. Not someone trying to pin him or cause him to submit. No, someone who is willing to maim, to disfigure, and to destroy his opponents mind. And after the match is over, he'll face doubts. Tremors of fear in every other match he works. Because, if he couldn't get past his fear of Nakamura, could he fall prey to that fear again against someone else?

THAT is what Nakamura brings to the table. Tiger, get a good night's sleep now. You never will again.

Nick walks out of frame, as the camera lingers on Nakamura, who has by now completely dismantled the turnbuckle, and is starting to chew on one of the ring ropes. Camera fades to black.

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2018-03-06T03:22:03 2018-03-06T03:22:03 http://2d12.com/prestige/forum/viewtopic.php?t=64&p=102#p102 <![CDATA[Re: Medical Report: Rex Camelot]]> Statistics: Posted by Gary Bloomfield — Tue Mar 06, 2018 3:22 am


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2018-03-06T02:59:38 2018-03-06T02:59:38 http://2d12.com/prestige/forum/viewtopic.php?t=64&p=101#p101 <![CDATA[Medical Report: Rex Camelot]]> Statistics: Posted by Rex_Camelot — Tue Mar 06, 2018 2:59 am


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2018-03-05T04:43:20 2018-03-05T04:43:20 http://2d12.com/prestige/forum/viewtopic.php?t=64&p=100#p100 <![CDATA[Re: Brian Fury refocused]]>
WYLD: “We’re five weeks into the first season of PWA Assault... and look at where we stand. The Rise of Kings Tournament is in full swing, and as always... the cream rises. No matter what Damion Black and his corrupt cronies do to try to hold me down, to try to prevent me from taking my rightful place at the top of this organization... I always find a way to win.”

***Wyld pulls himself to his feet using the ring ropes and holds out an open hand. As he speaks he ticks off fingers with his opposite hand.***

WYLD: “First, I brought the ‘Hard Man’ Robert MacElroy to his knees... after that, I dominated ‘The Chosen One’ Rhett Holiday. True, that cheater Richard Pennyworth might have squeaked by me, but I’ll make him pay for THAT when we meet again in the battle royal.”

***As Wyld begins to pace in the ring, he runs his hands through his hair.***

WYLD: “Each and every week I prove to the world that Akira Wyld is the man to beat in this tournament. And as much as people are fawning over Tiger Gold’s so-called ‘undefeated streak’... I have one very important ace in my hand that gives me an edge that even he can’t deny. See, my PWA career didn’t start with the Rise of Kings Tournament. Before the brackets were even laid out, I’d already fought and BEAT two of my future opponents in singles competition. So as far as I’m concerned, that means I’m really sitting on FOUR victories in this tournament. That’s something not even Tiger Gold can claim.”

***Wyld stops pacing and turns to face the camera. His face splits in a sneering smile.***

WYLD: “So... that brings us to March 9th’s PWA Assault, and my opponent... Brian Fury.”

***Wyld laughs under his breath and cracks his knuckles.***

WYLD: “Fury... I’ve got one question for you. How does it feel? How does it feel to be the one with his back to the wall? See... I’ve got you figured out. I’ve met your kind before. You talk about struggle and perseverance. You go on and on about knowing what it feels like to scrape and claw to just survive. But guess what? You’re not fooling yourself... and you’re not fooling me. Fury, I’m going to lay some hard truth on you. You talk like you’re an underdog... but the truth is that you’re used to being the biggest dog in the fight. You’re an unstoppable mountain of muscle, and as much as you hide behind false modesty, deep in your heart you’re used to WINNING... and you always believe that when the dust settles your strength and your size and your skills will lead you to victory. So much so... that when you fall short, you don’t know quite how to handle it.”

***Wyld steps forward and points a finger right at the camera.***

WYLD: “But that’s a hard new reality you’ve had to deal with lately isn’t it? Last week you fought your hardest. You left it all in the ring and at the end of the night... you LOST to Tiger Gold. You got beaten at your own game. You might be able to tell yourself that it could have gone either way... that you were one move from having your hand raised, and the next time things will be different... but that really doesn’t matter in the end does it? You got beat. You fell short. And you have to find a way to internalize that and make it square with your world. But that’s ok right? Next week is another Assault and a new battle. Next week is another chance course correct and get back to your winning ways.”

***Wyld smirks and wags a finger slowly at the camera.***

WYLD: “But wait... next week... you have to face AKIRA WYLD. You have to face the man who handed you your only other defeat in PWA. Next week... coming off a stinging LOSS... you have to step into the ring with the greatest technical wrestler in the history of this business. You have to face down the only other man you couldn’t beat.”

***Wyld’s smirk disappears and he stares seriously at the camera.***

WYLD: “So I ask you again Brian Fury... how does it feel... to be the underdog? Read my lips big man. I’ve got your number. I am TAKING this tournament... and this time next week, you’re going to have to come to terms with the fact that you’re on a bonafide losing streak! You say you’re going to fight dirty this time? You say you’re going to break a chair over my head and make me pay for taking shortcuts last time we fought? You won’t have a chance! I’m Akira Wyld you muscle-bound half-wit! I was mentored by Greco Wyld AND Nemesis Rex, I can wrestle rings around the greatest technicians on the planet AND I can fight dirtier than the hardest pit fighters. Get ready Fury... because I’m Akira f*****g Wyld. I’m the Surgical ASSASSIN... and I’m coming for YOU!”

***Wyld palms the lens of the camera and shoves it to the ground. Fade to black.***

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2018-03-04T04:33:44 2018-03-04T04:33:44 http://2d12.com/prestige/forum/viewtopic.php?t=64&p=99#p99 <![CDATA[The FIERCE and DEADLY Coldsnakes run into an old ally backstage...]]>
COBRA: “Check in that one big guy. He MUST be here somewhere. The freakin’ show just ended. He can’t have left already!”

***Anaconda jogs over to the supply room and peers inside. After a moment he turns back to Cobra, shrugs his massive shoulders, and shakes his head.***

COBRA: “Turds. Well keep looking. We have to find him!”

***Just then, the Surgical Specialist Akira Wyld emerges from a nearby door and comes walking down the hallway, toward the Coldsnakes. His head is down and he is clearly deep in thought... and doesn’t see the two masked wrestlers until he is almost right in front of them. Suddenly, he looks up and comes face to chest with the massive form of Giant Anaconda II.***

WYLD: “Gah!!!”

***Wyld stops short and his eyes go wide. His gaze darts between the two masked wrestlers and he puts up his hands in a warding-off gesture. Seeing Wyld, Cobra’s face lights up and he opens his arms wide, inviting a hug.***

COBRA: “Akira! Buddy! Am I ever glad to see you!”

***Wyld recoils in horror and takes a defensive step backward, his fists raised.***

WYLD: “No no no no no... not you two. Not AGAIN. I don’t want anything to do with you two morons! I had MORE than my fill of your ridiculous, asinine games back in Pro Wrestling SHAFT. How many times do I have to tell you, I’m not interested in being in a faction with you. Not ever again!”

COBRA: “No, no it’s totally cool now. Didn’t you see? DIDN’T YOU SEE?! The boss is back! Nemesis Rex has returned and everything’s gonna be ok again! The band is all back together! We can like... totally rule the world again!”

***Wyld’s lip turns up into an involuntary sneer as he contemplates the sheer horror of what Cobra is getting at.***

COBRA: “It all fits! YOU’RE gonna be world champion in no time once you cinch that Rise of Kings thing! Me and Anaconda totally have this tag division thing in the bag, and we’re gonna be champs in no time, and... and... THE BOSS IS BACK!!! Can’t you see it man?! It’s destiny or something! I was JUST telling the big man here that there was something missing from our act! I ALMOST had my finger on it a few weeks ago when I first saw Nick Spoils and Armageddon doing their thing. The MISSING PIECE! The old bearded mentor! Way back in PWS we totally had the magic formula, you know? Nemesis Rex was the BEST. He helped you win the PWS World Title... as a team we main-evented the first PWS Supercard! Together we are TOTALLY the best! What do you say man?”

***Wyld looks from Cobra to Anaconda and back again.***

WYLD: “Cobra... listen to me VERY carefully. I would LITERALLY rather stab myself in the eye with a fork than ever...EVER... work with you again, you no-talent, soft-brained, monumentally annoying moron. I hate you with EVERY fiber of my being. I would have to be absolutely desperate and at the end of my rope to EVER even consider sharing a wrestling ring with you again. Do I make myself clear?”

***Cobra and Anaconda exchange a blank glance. Then they nod at each other knowingly. Cobra turns back to Wyld and smiles.***

COBRA: “So... you’re saying there’s a chance.”

***Cobra winks and shoots Wyld a pair of finger-guns. Wyld rubs his temples with his fingers and lets out a deep sigh.***

WYLD: “I’m leaving... right now. If you say one more word to me I’m going to superkick your goddamn head off your body.”

***Wyld turns and walks back into the room he emerged from and slams the door behind him. The Coldsnakes just watch him go with blank expressions on their faces. After a few moments, the door open back up and Wyld pops his head back out the door. He takes a long hard look at Giant Anaconda II. He then steps back out of the room and turns to Cobra. He points an accusatory finger at Giant Anaconda II.***

WYLD: “This... this is the SAME GUY.”

COBRA: “Huh?”

***Wyld gestures madly at Anaconda with both hands.***

WYLD: “The same guy! THIS is the same Giant Anaconda we worked with back in PWS!”

COBRA: “Yeah, of course he is.”

***Wyld stares at Cobra for several seconds.***

WYLD: “But... you CALL HIM Giant Anaconda TWO. TWO!!! It’s on the roster page! It’s what Bloomfield calls him on Assault!”

COBRA: “Yeah? So what?”

***Wyld takes a deep breath in through his nose.***

WYLD: “How can he be TWO if he’s the SAME GUY?! TWO implies a second person under the mask!”

***Cobra and Anaconda exchange a look and a shrug.***

COBRA: “Oh yeah... well, I took a community college marketing class over the summer ya know? They talked about ‘freshening up’ you’re brand now and again. We figured, ya know... it would be good for publicity and stuff. Anaconda 2.0, ya dig?”

***Anaconda puffs up and flexes while Cobra points at him and grins. Wyld just stares at Cobra... diminished somehow by the exchange.***

COBRA: “Well, it’s great catching up with you man. We should totally get churros sometime. If you see Nemesis Rex, tell him we’re looking for him. In the meantime, me and Anaconda need to go train for our tag match next week. We’re facing Jack Lane, and his tag partner ‘Insane’. Should be a heck of a fight!”

***Wyld rests his head against the door frame and sighs.***

WYLD: “You’re not facing a tag-team next week you absolute idiot... you’re in a SINGLES MATCH with ‘Insane’ Jack Lane!”

COBRA: “Who’s in a singles match?”

WYLD: “You.”

COBRA: “Me?”

WYLD: “YOU!!!”

COBRA: “...”

***Cobra swallows hard and looks at Anaconda with wide eyes.***

COBRA: “WELL... if you’ll excuse us... we have some very special, very exclusive SINGLES match training to do. Anaconda? Where’s that tool-bag Arzon? I need to talk to him about something.”

***Cobra and Anaconda push past Akira Wyld and jog down the hall out of sight. Akira watches them go with an exasperated look on his face. After the hall is clear... the door opens and a smirking Nemesis Rex steps out to stand by Wyld.***

WYLD: “Can you believe those morons? Trying to reassemble the Devil’s Own? As if you or I would be caught dead working with those two ever again.”

***Nemesis Rex casts a stern look down at Akira Wyld.***

REX: “Indeed.”

***Akira Wyld puts his hands on his hips and looks down the hall.***

WYLD: “Still... we were a pretty unbeatable team back in the day.”

***Nemesis Rex folds his arms and raises an eyebrow at Wyld.***

WYLD: “Listen... you know I’ve been having trouble with Damion Black. He’s out to sabotage my chance at the PWA Heavyweight Title. He and this entire crooked organization are out to get me. I could... I could really use some help. You and I were an invincible team back in SHAFT. With your help... we could run roughshod over this organization.”

***Nemesis Rex just stares coldly at Wyld.***

WYLD: “Don’t just stand there... I’m telling you that I could use an ally here in PWA. You’re the only friend I’ve got in this business anymore.***

***Nemesis Rex face creases in an unkind smile and he chuckles under his breath.***

REX: “Friend? The path you’ve chosen isn’t one that rewards you with ‘friends’ Akira. The path YOU’VE chosen is one built upon the broken backs of your inferiors. I didn’t think I trained you to be a mewling whelp begging for succor. Are you saying you lack the mettle to stand on your own two feet?”

WYLD: “What? No... no of course not! I’m the best wrestler in the world. I don’t ‘need’ anybody else. It’s just...”

REX: “Haha... excellent. Then I leave you to your just rewards Akira. You’ve made an old villain proud. Bring this organization to its knees with your own two hands... or die trying. Either way, you’ve shown that old fool of a father of yours that Akira Wyld is a man who charts his own path, yes?”

***Nemesis Rex claps Akira Wyld on the shoulder and walks past him down the hall.***

NEMESIS: “Good fortune Akira... may you have all the success that you deserve.”

***Wyld watches Nemesis Rex coldly as he disappears down the hall. Several seconds pass. Suddenly, Wyld’s face twists into a furious grimace and he slams a fist angrily into the door, causing the door to whip open and bang loudly against the frame. Fade to black.***

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2018-03-03T18:52:31 2018-03-03T18:52:31 http://2d12.com/prestige/forum/viewtopic.php?t=64&p=98#p98 <![CDATA[Message from Jack Lane]]>
Lane: Wassup PWA?? It’s ya boy Jack Lane and I gotta get a few things off my chest. Brawler Beckett showed the world what kind of a low down snake he is! He cheated all night against me and cost me a victory and now he’s messing around with Pantaro. Beckett, we’ll hook up again homie and when we do it’s all over for you.

I have Junior Cobra at the next show in a match. Yo JC.....you best bring your “A” game because I’m coming to straight PUNK you on national television. If the big homie Anaconda wants to catch a beat down he can get it too!! He better stay outta my way or I’ll drop dude like a bad habit!!

JC, I’m locked in on you. No catchphrases or anything like that this week, my man. I’m gonna use you to make a statement to the division that I’m nothing to play with. March 9th Jack Lane is taking down Junior Cobra......Believe THAT!!

(Scene fades to black.)

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2018-03-01T21:07:51 2018-03-01T21:07:51 http://2d12.com/prestige/forum/viewtopic.php?t=64&p=97#p97 <![CDATA[Brian Fury refocused]]>

Fury: Before the last show Tiger Gold asked me what I would do when I looked in the mirror after defeat. Tiger, after our match I walked to the back and looked in the mirror...... I had to admit you were the better man that night! It takes a hell of a man to beat me and that’s just what you did so you won’t hear any complaints from me. We went out there toe to toe and tested each other’s wills and you came out on top. I’ll see you down the line but just remember one thing......it took you using your Locomotion Backbreaker multiple times to beat me. I wanted to pound you into the mat so bad I never even went for the Fatal Fury. Tiger, all it takes is 1 of those and you’ll be done. I look forward to spiking you on your head next time we meet.

Speaking of things I’m looking forward to, I face Akira Wyld next and I CANNOT WAIT to get my hands on him.

(Fury pounds his right fist in his left hand and narrows his focus on the camera.)

Fury: I promised you Akira that the next time we fought I wasn’t going to wrestle you. March 9th I’m looking for a fight and you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time. Last time we were in the ring you hit me with a chair. Well expect the favor to be returned! And just so we’re clear Akira, as much as I want to win this match that’s not my focus. I am going to carve you up, smash your face in, and leave your lifeless body in a heap! March 9th there’s nowhere for you to run and nowhere you can escape my wrath. Rest up Akira, get the last good nights sleep you will ever get, because when I get my hands on you your worst nightmare will come to life!!!

(Fury grabs a folded steel chair and smashes it against the second heavy bag splitting it in two. Fury throws the chair down and stares into the camera as the scene fades to black.)

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2018-02-28T05:12:19 2018-02-28T05:12:19 http://2d12.com/prestige/forum/viewtopic.php?t=64&p=96#p96 <![CDATA[Re: A perfectly valid reason]]>
"Ye hold great storre, as I heerre, as bein' tha thirrd o' yourre name. Hey, 'Thirrd' ... Aye'm tha firrst, tha Harrd Maan. Come an' taest me."

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2018-02-27T19:54:28 2018-02-27T19:54:28 http://2d12.com/prestige/forum/viewtopic.php?t=64&p=95#p95 <![CDATA[A perfectly valid reason]]> Scene opens in a relatively darkened room, where a leather chair sits in from of a fireplace that is crackling and snapping. Camera moves around the chair to where Richard Pennyworth sits, covered in a heavy blanket.

PENNYWORTH: "How the mighty have fallen, eh? A month ago, I was building myself up as the favorite to win this tournament. Two straight losses can really take the ego out of someone. And if it isn't obvious, I've got some reasons for my losses.

Still, being sick may be a reason, but it's not an excuse. Never was for Jordan, or for Brady, or for Gretzky. Why should it be for me? Tiger Gold, I put you through your paces and you put me through mine. I look forward to seeing you in the ring again, and hopefully next time things will turn out differently.

Kevin Starr...there's no two ways to put this, but you manhandled me. I may have been down a little in the strength and breathing departments, but I may as well have been an infant with the way you threw me around that ring and took me apart. It wasn't even a contest. I applaud you for that. But I want it known, right here, right now. When this tournament is over, and we have a new Heavyweight Champion? I don't care who it is, I want a rematch with you, Starr. I'm not allowing myself excuses, but I want a chance to redeem myself.

For now, though, one must focus on what comes next. And next for me is the Scotsman, MacElroy. Now, Robert, don't strain yourself trying to talk at me, because I haven't understood one word you've said since we've been sharing that ring. But I have been watching you, and I think you and I will be put on a hell of a show. I don't think either of us have lived up to our potential yet. Let's go out there and put on a match that'll be the talk of the town for ages?

Now if you'll excuse me, I really must rest if I'm going to be at 100% for my next match.

Scene fades to black.

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2018-02-26T16:32:02 2018-02-26T16:32:02 http://2d12.com/prestige/forum/viewtopic.php?t=64&p=94#p94 <![CDATA[Terry Schnieder on Location at the San Diego Jail]]> Terry Schnieder and his crew are on location at the local San Diego jail, where Pantaro is being held pending his expulsion from US soil or release. Pantaro arrives from lock up, handcuffed and escorted by a prison guard and still in his ring gear. The guard unlocks Pantaro's handcuffs and removes them as the desk clerk signs Pantaro's release. Pantaro rubs his wrists as he turns and sees Terry and his crew, and makes his way over to them.*

TERRY: "Pantaro, this past weekend we all saw your embarrassing arrest on Assault amid allegations of your being in the United States illegally. Today, after spending the weekend in jail, you are being released. Do you have any comment?"

*Pantaro looks at Terry, then looks squarely into the camera. His voice is rough and gravely, still recovering from Beckett's attack a few weeks ago.

PANTARO: "Ci. First, my thanks to PWA and mi amigo Snow for aiding my release. Second, Beckett. You've got a panther by the tail, gringo. There was no reason to make things personal, but you crossed a line, so now it's personal. We will cross paths again, soon. Be ready, cabron. My claws are sharp and I am ready to strike. Snow, mi amigo, I apologize to you now. There may not be anything left of Beckett when I am done. That's all."

*Pantaro walks away and exits the jail. The camera cuts to black.*

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2018-02-23T17:12:17 2018-02-23T17:12:17 http://2d12.com/prestige/forum/viewtopic.php?t=64&p=91#p91 <![CDATA[Promos for Assault 3/9/18]]>
Terry Schneider has found Snow in the hospital in a pre-recorded segment. As he walks in, Snow is watching the latest episode of PWA Assault, specifically Pantaro against Spencer Watts. He is resting in a hospital bed (mask on), and appears to be mostly comfortable aside from the IV and a pulse meter on one finger, mostly untouched by the hospital.

TERRY: Snow, do you mind if we talk for a few minutes?

SNOW: All right, amigo! Way to go! Oh, hey, sure, come on in Terry.

TERRY: Excellent. The PWA fans were wondering what the status of your recovery was.

SNOW: You can reassure them that I'll be back before they know it. Bart may have done a number on me, but I'm resilient. I'd be out of here already, except the doctors were worried that his actions may have caused a blood clot, and they want to monitor me. As you can see, otherwise, I'm good to go. YEAH! Take it to him, Pantaro!

TERRY: About Brawler Beckett?

SNOW: Yeah, I've been watching. And I think he's got a bit of selective memory. He recently ranted about how he was undefeated in this company, and how he was refusing to face me again. See, here's the funny thing. Yeah, he beat me. Got me to tap out even, though that was definitely not a mental loss on my part. But then, we we did meet again in the ring, in an OFFICIAL match, what did he do? He got counted out. Mr. White counted all the way up to 20, the bell rang, and my hand was raised. Beckett may not like it, but he isn't undefeated. And his loss came at my hands.

See, I think I've got him pegged now. His actions thus far, attacking Pantaro -- who wasn't involved in this AT ALL -- attacking me, choking me out. Running away from the rematch, literally and figuratively? See, I thought it was just because he didn't want to change up his style after all these years. I mean, it is working for him, right? But no, I don't think that's it. He knows that I won the moral victory in the preview match. He knows that if I hadn't tapped out after proving he wouldn't fight clean, he would have had to pull out all of the dirty moves he knows to come out on top. There's only one way that Beckett knows how to fight, and that's dirty. And when I get in his face, and match him blow for blow, only I fight clean? He's worried that not only I might beat him in the ring...I'd beat his reputation, too. If fighting dirty can't get him a win, what exactly is he? He's a 2-bit hack who can't even win when he cheats. That, to Beckett, is worse than just losing to someone, or to cheating, or to running away. Bartholomew Beckett is a coward who can't face his own limitations.

TERRY: Strong words, Snow. When do you think...

SNOW: ONE, TWO, THREE! YEAH! Bueno, mi amigo! That's the way we do it. Sorry, Terry, what were you...What the hell is he doing there?

On the screen, Beckett has shown up. Snow watches the entire altercation between him and Pantaro in silence. Cold silence. As Pantaro is dragged away by the ICE agents, Snow lets out an angered, wordless shout.

SNOW: That tears it. He has gone too far this time. Pantaro will be fine -- he's got his papers, and so do I, but this is ridiculous. Brawler Beckett must be, and WILL be stopped.

Snow hits the call button on his hospital bed, pulls the finger reader, and starts pulling the IV.

TERRY: I don't know if that's wise.

SNOW: Screw wise. DOC! I'm out of here today. Get in here and give me clearance to go. I've got places to go and people to beat.

TERRY: Uh, well...I guess we'll...just cut guys, let's get out of here.

Scene cuts to black.

Statistics: Posted by Snow — Fri Feb 23, 2018 5:12 pm


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