Promos for Assault 4/6/2018

[Snow]

EDIT: Original Title "Together At Last"

Backstage, after the last episode of Assault, Snow leans against a wall, a towel around his neck.

SNOW: “Tonight, I could make a thousand excuses. I could say that I was afraid Jack Lane would go for my mask. I could say that Beckett got into my head. I could say that I was looking ahead to the championship match. But all of that would be so much smoke. When the truth of the matter is one thing, and one thing only.

Tonight, Jack Lane was the better wrestler. Took everything I had in me, and still kicked out, still pinned me to the mat. The Fastlane Powerbomb is the real deal. That shook me, and I wasn't able to get out. Congratulations, Jack, you're moving on to Rise of Kings. Where you get to deal with my partner, Pantaro, in a four-man elimination match.”

The camera zooms out to reveal that Pantaro is sitting next to Snow.

PANTARO: “Jack Lane, it will be you, me, and two of the most skilled light heavyweights in professional wrestling today vying to be the inaugural PWA Light Heavyweight Champion in just a few short weeks. Your skill has been tested. Now, your determination will be tried to it’s very limit. Good luck, and train hard because I will give it everything I’ve got as Rise of Kings!”

SNOW: “But on to other matters. Tonight, Bartholomew Beckett and I FINALLY came to blows. And while it didn't have the result I wanted, it did give me one thing. Next week, the Blood Brothers at last get to step into the ring as partners, and this time, Beckett will be across the ring from me. I've already had the pleasure of seeing Pantaro wipe the smirk off his face. This time, it's my turn.”

PANTARO: “And as always, I will be in your corner, amigo! Beckett and whoever he can bribe to join him in the ring will be in for a long night! When the Blood Brothers are in the ring together, there is no better team in wrestling! At Assault, we settle all scores!”

SNOW: “So next time on Assault, The Blood Brothers face off against Beckett and literally anyone in the world. He could bring in Nakamura Yamasaki. He could bring in Nemesis Rex. He could go for a blast from my past and bring in Ember or Princess. But it doesn't matter. Because in the end, only one of us is going to get the victory. This time, Beckett...”

Snow holds up one finger, then two, then three. Camera fades to black.

[BG05]

(The scene opens up in Harlem. Brian Fury is being followed by a PWS cameraman as they visit the areas where Fury hung out. Fury is wearing a black hoodie with black jeans and Timberlands. As Fury walks down the street, fans come up to him and he signs autographs. As the fans leave one of Fury’s old friends, Luke, taps him on the shoulder.)

Luke: I thought that was you!!! Wazup Fury? How have you been?

Fury: Everything’s good, bro. I’ve just been doing my thing out in San Diego for PWS. I needed to come here for a minute and regroup.

Luke: Yeah, the neighborhood’s been watching and we’re pulling for you, homie.

Fury: Thanks. I appreciate that. Last thing I wanna do is let you guys down. You’ve been with me every step of the way and when I win the World Title I’m bringing it right back here!

Luke: So who do you fight next?

Fury: I fight a dude named Richard Pennyworth III.....

(Luke starts laughing at the name when Fury interrupts him.)

Fury: HEY! Don’t laugh! He and I trained together back in the day and he’s legit! He’s actually gotten better and he’s HUNGRY for a win! To beat him I gotta dig deep and take him places he’s never been. Put him in situations that hurt! That’s the goal, that’s the plan.

Luke, I gotta keep moving. Good seeing you man! Let everybody know I came through and next time they see me I’ll be bringing back a championship!!

(Fury and Luke dap up and Fury walks away as the scene fades.)

[Stu]

(Interview room, two chairs with a low, round coffee table. In one sits Terry Schneider, looking nervous, and in the other Bartholomew Beckett, well-dressed, sitting back, elbows on the armrests, fingers steepled before him.)

TERRY: "Ladies and gentlemen I am here with Bartholomew Beckett, a mere day before his big tag-team match against the Blood Brothers, and I'm sure, Mr. Beckett, that the big question on everyone's mind is, 'Who will be your tag-team partner in this match?'"

BECKETT: "As usual, Terrance, you miss the mark."

TERRY: "... excuse me?"

BECKETT: "However, you have offered a fine illustration of why I am here, and you are there with a list of questions. Other people's questions. As you just said, everyone is asking who my partner will be. Well, that's lovely, that is. Tell me, Terrance, what do you want to know?"

TERRY: "Well, to begin with, I'd like to know why the Hell you aren't answering my question."

BECKETT: "Excellent, I'll begin there. I am not answering that other question because neither you nor 'everyone' deserves that answer. It is my business, and it will become the Bloodied Brothers' business when the bell rings, not before, and that scares the Hell out of them. They can posture, they can shout, they can jump about and froth at the mouth, they can hide behind all manner of legal loopholes and popular consensus they want. I will give them this: they are very good, very good at playing upon the favor of the fans. I don't know if they need it or whatever, but they do know how to play to the public. What they do not reckon with, however, is that once we are in the ring, the fans can't do a thing to help them. It will be them, me and .... whomever. Now, is there anything else you want to know?"

TERRY: "Uh ... why did you stick my mic in my mouth last week?"

BECKETT: "Because you didn't stop your mouth on your own, Terrance. I made it clear that I was in no mood to answer any questions, yet you persisted. You needed to learn some respect. Now you know."

TERRY: "Now wait just a minute, here. It is my job to ask questions and get the truth from-"

(Beckett suddenly stands, looming over Terry. Terry flinches hard, falling backward out of his chair)

BECKETT: "There, that's all I wanted, Terrance. Simple respect."

(Beckett turns and leaves as Terry picks himself up off of the floor.)

TERRY: "I hate him ..."

[Pennyworth]

Scene opens into a richly appointed and obviously private gym, where Pennyworth is in the midst of a set of lifts. He has somehow gotten Terry Schneider to spot for him, and the reporter looks quite nervous, trying to juggle a microphone with making sure the bar doesn't drop too heavily.

PENNYWORTH: I'm telling you, Terry. I think I've been working harder for this match than I have for any of the others. Don't get me wrong, Akira, Tiger, Starr -- they're all worthy competitors. But Fury...he's a beast. The man had open calls for tapout or knockout matches. Where the only way to lose was to get knocked out or to give up. That's toughness right there. That's what I'm facing this week. That's what I have to prepare for.

He rests the bar, and sits up. Terry breathes a sigh of relief and moves around the weight bench. He opens his mouth to ask a question, but Pennyworth interrupts him.

PENNYWORTH: Here's the thing. There are two singles matches left in this tournament. Nobody yet has more than 4 wins, but I have two. At this point, I could still get onto the top of the standings if I get a little help. Rhett Holiday has had even more troubles than I have with the competition, so that is definitely winnable with training. But even before I get there, I still have to take down Fury. But if I'm going to get him up and into the Money Clip, I have to work on my strength. And that's what I've been doing. That way, at Assault, I can take down the master of the Tapout or Knockout. At Assault, I get Fury to submit. That's all there is to it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some left lifts to do.

Scene cuts to black.

[Stu]

MACELROY: "Kevin Starrr! 'erre's lock to ye, yell b'neeedni'. Aye surre, ye'v go' tha verrtical pyldrrivurr, Aye knoo, but ye'll be need'n moorre than tha' on thas feallah! Aye been drroped, leapt, fallen frrom top-rrope te concrreete. Drrop me all ye like, Aye'll keep ge'n up. Than, i's MY turrn te drrop yoo, biy. So come on, ye jobby, le's see what yerr mead o'!"

(translation not available)

[Quillz]

***The scene opens in front of a silver and blue curtain. Akira Wyld paces back and forth with his head down. He cracks his knuckles and shrugs his shoulders as he traces a path back and forth in front of the camera.***

WYLD: "What's it going to take PWA? What's it going to take for Akira Wyld to FINALLY get the respect that he deserves? For months I've been laying waste to each and every heavyweight on this roster, and what are the headlines saying about me? 'Akira Wyld is a cheater'. 'Akira Wyld takes shortcuts'. 'Akira Wyld steals wins from deserving superstars'."

***Wyld drags his fingers through his hair and turns to glare at the camera.***

WYLD: "Don't you think it's time the superstars in this bush-league organization faced the facts? I'm Akira F'n Wyld! Since I've been in PWA I've beaten more top-ranked heavyweights than ANYONE on the roster. Brian Fury, Yamasaki Nakamura, Rhett Holiday, Robert MacElroy and even Tiger FREAKIN' Gold have all fallen to the Surgical Specialist. Time and time again I've proven that I can beat ANYONE on ANY given day in that ring. And yet... every single win I EARN seems to get branded with a big FAT asterisk because of the WAY I win. Well you know what? I'm sick of this bull! No matter what I do, I keep getting branded as some worthless cheater. Well you know what? That's just FINE. Call me a backstabber... call me an opportunist. It doesn't MATTER what any of you think. I'm a WINNER. I'm the single most dominant heavyweight in this division, and every wrestler in this entire organization knows that Akira Wyld is the man to beat in PWA. I don't care if I have to ride you on the mat, choke you out, break your leg, or beat you half-to-death with a steel chair. When you step into the ring with Akira Wyld... when you DARE to stand between me and something I want... you deserve WHATEVER beating I feel like inflicting on you."

WYLD: "The Rise of Kings Tournament is mine to win... and there isn't anything Damion Black or ANYONE in the locker room can do about it. My path to the PWA Heavyweight Title continues tomorrow on Assault, where I'll beat the Divine Psycho, Yamasaki Nakamura a second time. The last time I faced that homicidal maniac I had to do it with zero preparation. THIS time though... this time I see you coming psycho! I've seen your tricks and learned to play your game even better than you! So let's raise the stakes on this little encounter shall we? You like using blades don't you Nakamura? Well I've got you scouted this time! I absolutely, positively, GUARANTEE that you’re NOT going to make me bleed tomorrow. There's no way in hell you're going to even have a CHANCE to drag a sickle across my forehead this time. But I promise you that tomorrow I'm going to absolutely bash your brains in with a chair! I'm going to drop you headfirst on the concrete with a SURGICAL STRIKE. I'm going to choke you out with my AKIRA-LOCK till you’re blue in the face. Mark my words Nakamura... you're NOT going to make me bleed tomorrow, but I AM going to hurt YOU. I'm going to make an example of you so that each and every PWA Superstar will know that Akira Wyld is not going to apologize for being a WINNER. And after I'm done destroying you... I'll take my rightfully EARNED late entry number to the Rise of Kings Battle Royal and claim MY PWA Heavyweight Championship."

***Wyld snorts and glares at the camera as the screen fades to black.***

[Ameronth]

*Cassidy Cray is lounging on pillows in the middle of his sanctuary, meditating to the sounds of a sitar, as Bokrug Manaj stands off to the side, pacing, grinding his teeth and clenching and unclenching his fists. Cassidy inhales deeply from a nearby hookah and slowly exhales in measured practice.*



CRAY: "Welcome my brothers and sisters. Last week the faith of the true believers was tested when my partner Bokrug Manaj and I fell victim to a brutal assault by both Nemesis Rex and Johnny Ecks."



BOKRUG: “The unclean vermin assaulted us with our backs turned! Their pathetic, feeble attacks on us will not go unanswered! The audacity! To think that Ecks and Nemesis believe they can simply end our work through simple brute force, to use us as if we are merely pawns in their displays of false strength! The darkness demands vengeance!“



CRAY: "And the light seeks redemption. Last week, I entered the ring seeking the wisdom and enlightenment that only blood and sweat can offer. I faced Nemesis Rex, and in doing so... was shown a righteous vision. A glorious path stretched out in front of my eyes."



BOKRUG: “A path of DESTRUCTION... which shall be cleaved through every unbeliever that stands in the way of our destiny! Blood and souls shall fill our chalice and deeply will we drink as we bring the PWA superstars to their knees...“



CRAY: “…and while ON their knees they shall cast their eyes starward in prostrate reverence of the singularity. For all those who stand with us must bathe in the light.



BOKRUG “And those who stand AGAINST us must be cleansed in FIRE and DARKNESS! It is the only way to fulfill destiny and achieve Enlightenment! The impure will be embraced and lifted up! The righteous will know the folly of their path as they are tortured and brought low, and it will begin with the transgressors Nemesis Rex and Johnny Ecks! They shall be torn asunder! They shall be...“



CRAY: "...they shall be reborn. But all rebirth begins with a symbolic show of faith."



BOKRUG: “Faith demands sacrifice!” *Bokrug grabs a table and throws it against the wall, shattering the object into pieces of ruin* “Ecks and Nemesis will pay dearly! We will meet them in battle and grind them into dust! We shall seek them out, hunt them like dogs! We will exact our retribution!”



BOTH: “And we shall prevail!”



*Cassidy and Bokrug turn and look at each other. Cassidy’s jubilant smile barely fades. Bokrug’s mask of rage softens slightly.*



CRAY: “…..Wanna go for Thai?”



BOKRUG: “…….fine.”