Promos for Assault 9 February 2019

[JohnnyX]

The Mysterious jAi 1 and Johnny Ecks are seen training for the up coming week.

MJ1: YO B! Who is this king arthur guy I gotta fight this week. Seems to me like some of these champions are ducking us B?!

Ecks: Yo fo reals. I can believe these fools got some nerve ducking us and our challenges. Well, we know how to take care of that. A few hits with the steel chairs should do the trick. And as far as Rex Camelot, we dealt with fools like him before.

Drill him with the OGC and its over. He aint comin back jack. Or hit him with that new move of yours.

Mj1: you mean the WTHITM?

Ecks: yeah bro ain't no getting up from that. Diggin what am sayin?!

Mj1: I getchu b, I getchu! Let's finish this training session so we can go eat B!

Ecks: Let us partake! And Coldsnakes, we ain't forgotten about it! We gunnin for yah fools! King Cobra, you will die!!!!

Scene fades to black

[Ameronth]

**The scene opens in the broken and dilapidated sanctuary of Cassidy Cray. Ripped tapestries hang limply from the walls. Shattered glass and overturned furniture are strewn about the room. In one corner of the room, a crushed brass hookah can be seen. It has a clear boot print embossed in its demolished hull. The shadowy form of Cassidy Cray can be seen in the far corner of the room lounging on a messy stack of blankets and pillow. His face is cast in darkness... indistinguishable from the surrounding blackness. He sits motionlessly. After a few moments... Bokrug Manaj appears at the door to the sanctum. He leans casually against the door frame and looks in at this solitary friend with a stoic expression on his painted face.**

MANAJ: “My brother. Your long road has been traveled and your destination has been reached, though I suspect it is not the destination you expected. You have fallen. You have stared into the Abyss. Did you find the answers you sought?”

**Cray sits motionless for several moments... and then lifts his head up. The moonlight out the widow casts reflective glints off his eyes. He smiles, showing white teeth that flash hungrily out of the gloom.**

CRAY: “Did I find the answers I sought... oh yes. I found... the truth... that I was searching for.”

**Cray leans forward, his hands on his knees.**

CRAY: “I stared wide-eyed into the singularity, seeking truth and understanding... seeking meaning in the light. For months now I wallowed in a confused stupor, angry at the world for presenting me with THE WAY... and then revealing that the path to enlightenment was paved with half-truths and deception. I lost my way, Bokrug. I began do doubt myself and my path... and found myself undone. And then... when I was at my lowest moment... when I thought all truth and reason and light had abandoned me... I had an epiphany.”

**Manaj raises an eyebrow and leans closer, his smile revealing his own intimate insight into Cray’s epiphany.**

CRAY: “For all of our long and fruitful partnership... we represented the alpha and the omega of this world... the black and the white... the height and the depth. And all this time... I labored under the naive assumption... that the opposite of evil... was GOOD. My...entirety... was based on the idea that the light of the world... was a wholesome and just and pure thing. It HAD to be... for without GOOD, existence would have no balance. Depravity would have no... opposite state. Without GOOD... chaos and destruction would not only be inevitable... it would be the NATURAL and true way of things. And in a world like that... in what place could Cassidy Cray reside?”

**Cray quickly pulls himself to his feet and clutches his hands into fists.**

CRAY: “But then... when I was at my lowest point... when my body and soul was battered beyond recognition... I came to a glorious realization. I stared into the open maw of the singularity... and for the first time in my life... I saw the naked truth of the universe. The opposite of evil is NOT good... the opposite of evil... is nothing at all. You see.. evil is passion and fire and emotion and the writing desperate beat of the living heart. The opposite of that cacophonous noise... is nothing more or less than the cold void of non-existence. The opposite of noise... is silence. The opposite of passion... is an uncaring lack of concern. The opposite of fire... is the desolate cold. The opposite of struggling writhing life... is barren and extinguished wasteland of death. And my brother... I finally see my role in this grand tapestry. The opposite of evil... is the enduring void of cold indifference. Good is an illusion... and there is more than one way to bring order to a chaotic universe. More than ever we are the ALPHA and the OMEGA. And Heaven help the superstars of the PWA as they discover the true meaning of the singularity.”

MANAJ: “Truth is never what we wish to see, but what we must know. Cray, they will hear our offering. They will share your sacrifice.”

[Ameronth]

GARY BLOOMFIELD: “Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special breaking report. This past Tuesday at a house show in Pasadena, there was an altercation involving ‘Brawler’ Beckett and Derrik Arzon following a match featuring Beckett. We do have footage of the altercation which we are going to show you now.”

“Brawler” Beckett is seen kicking an unidentifiable opponent outside of the ring to a chorus of boos. Beckett calls for a mic, and once he has it in-hand…”

BECKETT: "Get Arzon out here. I know he' in the back, now get- Arzon, love, get out here. Come along, I am all alone out here, nothing to fear. I am as unarmed as any of these peons in a battle of wits."

Thunderous "boo's" g I've way to cheers as Derrlrick Arzon steps from the curtains out onto the ramp.

BECKETT: "Ah, Derrick, my boy, glad you could make it. Look, I know we've had our differences, but- " (audience shouts Beckett down, gradually giving way to cries of "Let's go, Arzon," *clap, clap, clap-clap-clap* Finally, and Arzon's signal, they quiet down.)

BECKETT: "See, this is what I am here about. Arzon, you are a talent, no doubts there. In the ring ... potential, raw talent, and spirit, certainly. And, these ... (indicating the fans) ... these vermin here are all too eager to listen to your tune. Not to be taken lightly.

"And yet, you have run afoul of the single greatest company of wrestlers in the sport today, the Union, who- " (crowd "boo's" loudly again) "I CAN WAIT!"

(They finally quiet down again.)

BECKETT: "I have spoken to my fellows, and have convinced them that you would be a worthy addition to our brotherhood. You must know that this is a great opportunity for an up-and-comer such as yourself. Will you join us?"

ARZON: “THIS is what you brought me out here for? Offering me a place in the Union, the greatest collection of blowhards and backstabbers since the N.O.W.? Don’t get me wrong, Beckett, it’s a generous offer, BUT-“

BECKETT: "Mate, I understand. I do! Of course you would refuse. I mean, look at what happened to you under Cobra, Jr.'s wing. You were treated as no more than a servant and a garment! Of course you would be apprehensive! And then, of course, there is your pride. Look at all of these fair-weather friends! Where were they when you were being abused? But it built you up, didn't it? You learned how to take a pounding. Now ... now is your chance to rise above it all! Join us, don't worry what these losers think, they'll come 'round, I assure you. Join the Union, and I, myself, will teach you how to get along in this business and excel!"

ARZON: “You’ll teach me about this business? You? You and your Union ‘brothers’ shame this business! You desecrate it with your selfish egos and petty ruthlessness! You lash out at the one guy with the balls to give you a shot at wrestling in the States, and over what? What’s your stake in this, Beckett? Notoriety? Or are you waiting to snap up the scraps from Akira’s table like a mongrel?! Not me! I haven’t always had honed skill, or Hell, even a game plan, but I have ALWAYS had respect for this business! I won’t turn my back, and I won’t give up my shot! I am going to be GREAT, and I’m going to it the RIGHT wa-!”

*Arzon suddenly flies forward, head first onto the ramp. Where Arzon once stood is Nakamura Yamasaki, steel chair in hand. Nakamura looks toward the ring at Beckett. Beckett shakes his head, a sour expression on his face. Beckett approaches the ropes and climbs out of the ring and up the ramp towards Arzon, who is just beginning to stir. Beckett approaches Arzon and squats down, examining Arzon as if Arzon was a pile of disgusting refuse. Beckett reaches down and grabs Arzon by the hair, lifting his head.*

BECKETT: “That was your chance, boy!”

*Beckett drops Arzon’s head to the ramp and stands, looking at Nakamura. Beckett walks up the ramp, waving dismissively at Arzon’s prone body. Nakamura rains down two more chair shots across Arzon’s midsection, then follows Beckett up the ramp.*

BLOOMFIELD: “It seems clear that Derrik Arzon has remained loyal to PWA in the face of Beckett’s offer to join the Union, but at what price? More on this story as it develops.”

[Snow]

Scene opens with Snow sitting in the middle of a PWA ring, a single spotlight illuminating him and his surroundings.

SNOW: AMX, listen closely. You say the champions have been ducking you. Well, I'm going to make this simple for you -- at least for Pantaro's part, that isn't the case.

See, here's the thing boys. Pantaro has honor. Yes, he's a competitor and he'll put that belt on the line time and again, but he also doesn't want to back out of a promise. A despite your antics of the last few months, he did make me a promise that he would defend his title against me. The fact remains, however, that jAi, you did indeed defeat me at the last Assault. Hell, I'll say it. You pretty much wiped the floor with me. There should be no doubt in anyone's mind that on that night, at least, you were the better wrestler.

Which, of course, put our champion in a bit of a pickle. Does he forego his promise to me in order to give you a shot? So let me tell you this -- Pantaro did the honorable thing. He came to me. We discussed what had happened, and what should happen. Then, when we had come to a decision, we went up the chain, and we talked to Damion Black.

So, AMX. The champ has not been ducking you. The champ has been doing his best to give you a shot AND make right his promise to me. But he and I agree -- the choice should be yours.

At the next Pay Per View, Snow and Pantaro will be facing off for the Light Heavyweight Championship. Your decision, jAi, is this. Do you join in that match right there, making it an Elimination Triple Threat? Or do you allow us to have the match for the ages that you interrupted earlier this season, and then become the #1 contender? Both Pantaro and I have waived any immediate rematch rights should you decide to wait. Successful defense or new champion, YOU would get the next shot.

So what's it going to be, jAi? Triple Threat or your own 1-on-1?

[Quillz]

***The scene opens backstage at the PWA Arena on Saturday morning, hours before Assault is scheduled to air. Tiger Gold is pacing back and forth in the wrestlers’ locker room. A white towel is draped over his masked head. He is breathing deeply and evenly as he walks back and forth, as if centering himself in meditative thought. After a moment... Gold stops pacing and cocks his head as if listening. He lowers his towel to around his shoulders and turns slightly to stare at the locker room entrance door. Moments later... the door opens and Nemesis Rex strides into the room. He is dressed in a black leather long coat and a maroon turtleneck. His hair is pulled into a neat ponytail and his hands are gloved. As the devil enters, Tiger Gold turns to face him. The two old warriors stare at each other for a long moment. Then Rex’s face creases into a tired smile. He casually smooths his beard with a gloved hand.***

REX: “I knew I’d find you here. Half a day before call time... most of the talent is still collecting their baggage at the airport or on the highway in their rental cars. But not you. Tiger Gold has his morning ritual. Been that way as long as I’ve known you. Is that your secret? Is that how you’ve stayed in the game so long? This... meditation? Does this pattern of practiced preparation keep those old joints greased?”

***Tiger Gold regards his old foe for a long time. He looks Nemesis Rex up and down... regarding his heavy shoulders and tired eyes... noticing how his coat hangs oddly loose on his large frame... wondering if the slight hitch in his step he noticed on his way in was always there. He looks deep into his sunken and creased eyes... then away as he adjusts the tape on his wrists.***

GOLD: “We all have our rituals. If I recall, yours was always a stiff drink and a barroom brawl late the night before. Showing up for matches minutes before the bell with fresh bruises and cuts. I always wondered how you managed to last as long as you have... living so recklessly.”

***Rex smile fades and he looks at Gold with a complex expression on his face. He notices his age in the texture and elasticity of skin... the weathered huskiness of his voice... and yet... for a man who was already a decorated veteran when Nemesis was still a curtain jerking rookie, he can’t help but question how he can still look so vital, so strong... all these years later.***

REX: “We all have our demons. Mine have kept me alive... kept me strong. I used to do what I did... I think... because I could. Drink all night... have my way with whoever caught my fancy... fight the biggest bruiser in the bar and still make curtain call. Fight all night and still beat the best in the world the next day. It was ego... and it was God given talent. I was that damn good and I wanted everybody to know it.”

***Rex pauses for a moment... perhaps waiting for Gold to offer a rebuttal... when none comes, he shrugs and continues.***

REX: “Later though... I suppose I did what I did because... I had to. If I stopped... that meant admitting to the world that I couldn’t do it anymore. That... time and... miles... had finally gotten the better of me. We build ourselves up. We create... elaborate structures that we show the world. We become...”

GOLD: “We become legend. We become a force that transcends flesh. But there is a price to pay for this isn’t there? Eventually... as happens to all men... the march of years makes it difficult to live up to the lofty heights we have convinced the world to expect from us.”

***Rex’s eyebrows raise in weary surprise at Gold’s admission. The bronze wrestler does not return the gesture though... or if he does his mask obscures it. Rex smiles again.***

REX: “Time is a cruel mistress. She cuts our ambitions short... even when we have so much left that we want to do. You know... I look in the mirror sometimes and am downright shocked at the reflection that stares back at me. The body ages... but in here...”

***Rex taps his temple with one finger.***

REX: “In here... I still feel as young as I did when I first stepped through those ropes. It’s a cruel trick she plays on us.”

***Rex cocks an eyebrow at Gold.***

REX: “But not so much for you eh? The ‘Immortal’ Tiger Gold. Still going strong for... how long has it been now?”

***Gold leans back and folds his arms.***

GOLD: “It has been quite some time.”

REX: “I remember our first match... it was at the IWF Supershow in Barcelona. Aldo Wyld was headlining. I was a wet behind the ears rookie, scared half to death to be facing a legend in the ring... what year was that again?”

GOLD: “You first faced Tiger Gold on.. October 3rd... 1978.”

***Rex leans back and nods.***

REX: “...yes... 40 years ago... and here we both still are. Though I’m clearly the worse for wear from it all. Must be your pre-match rituals eh? Your healing ‘meditation’. One can’t go slamming shots of room temperature whisky till the break of dawn for four decades without some consequences, right?”

***A silence descends on the room.***

REX: “How old are you Gold?”

***A second long silence.***

GOLD: “The mantle and legacy of Tiger Gold is bigger than any man. Tiger Gold is eternal. Meditate on ‘that’ Nemesis Rex.”

***Rex nods... and then runs a gloved hand over his head in contemplation.***

REX: “Tonight we lock up one more time old man. You think it will be for the last time?”

GOLD: “I know not what the future holds... only that, at the end of the day, there will always be a Tiger Gold, testing the fighting spirit of the greatest warriors this sport has to offer.”

REX: “Hmm... so maybe that’s why you and Brian Fury have gotten so chummy over these months eh? Maybe you’ve been feeling that march of time more than you’re letting on.”

***Gold stares at Rex motionlessly for a long while. After nearly a minute passes, he turns to leave the room.***

GOLD: “Wait.”

***Rex stops and turns back... a look of genuine surprise on his face.***

GOLD: “Nemesis Rex... we have faced each other hundreds of times over the decades. You have always been my greatest and most storied rival. But... time waits for no man. We all meet our destiny eventually... ALL of us. I have seen a change in you. Rhett Holiday... is a scoundrel and a villain. He has taken advantage of your recent struggles and seeks to capitalize on them. Over the years... I have seen you weather the mental games of the greatest chess masters our sport has produced... and yet in recent weeks I have witnessed you falling prey to traps that the Nemesis Rex I know would have deftly avoided. So... I caution you... my old enemy... do not take Rhett Holiday lightly. You are Nemesis Rex. On your shoulders you carry the legacy of five decades of cruelty and ambition. Do not let yourself be brought low by a vulture looking to pick the bones of the old and weak. Such a status is... beneath you.”

***Rex regards Gold’s words with a slow nod. Then shakes his head and laughs.***

REX: “Hah... by now I think you’d know that NOTHING is beneath Nemesis Rex old man. This dog still has a trick or two to show the world. And sometimes... the best way to make your enemy expose their weakness... is to make them think they have nothing to fear.”

***Rex points a finger gun at Gold and winks... then slowly turns and makes a limping walk out of the room and down the hall. Tiger Gold watches him go... and then stares down at his weathered hands. He balls them into right fists and exhales. Then turns and resumes his meditation. End scene.***

[JohnnyX]

The Mysterious jAi 1 is seen in the back dejected after his loss. Johnny Ecks is seen walking into the frame.

Ecks: yo man that was a helluva match son!

Mj1: yo B, I lost, B! That don't count, I had him mang, I had him and He squirmed outta of my hold.

Ecks: yo that's the breaks sometimes yo. It goes up wins n losses bro, ain't nothin yah can do except move on and win the next one.

Mj1: yo B it's not the same B. I had this foo! Don't know about you, but I hate to lose B! It ain't the same for me, B.

Ecks: yo quit yer whining mang you act like you ain't ever lost before. You had a great match. That was one of the best matches I have ever seen you are ready for the Panther. Let that fool try and duck you and a steel chair will suddenly wrap into his head. Yah dig? Get over there and shower up so we can go eat man! I is hongray!!!

Mj1: aight, B. Just know that I had that foo!! B!!!

Ecks: I know, I know. We still ain't heard nothing from the Coldsnakes, i am ready to bash their heads in as well and soon I will be coming after Akira Wyld! San Diego is aMx country!!!

Scene fades to black

[Pennyworth]

Richard Pennyworth is walking backstage after the match, holding an ice pack to his head, when Terry Schneider catches up with him.

TERRY: Richard, can I get a moment of your time?

Pennyworth stares him down for a long moment before nodding curtly.

TERRY: Your return today was quite unexpected. Can you explain?

PENNYWORTH: It's simple, Terry. After Circus Maximus and the vicious attack on myself and Damion Black, I was knocked out of action. The doctors wouldn't clear me to get back into the ring for some time -- taking a beating from 5 men can do that to you. Even when they cleared me to compete again a few weeks ago, I wasn't at 100%, and they recommended taking my time to come back. So, I followed their advice.

But I was sitting up in the box seats today when I saw what happened to MacElroy. No matter what Akira Wyld and the Union may claim, it's fairly obvious to everyone in the PWA Universe what went down. And Bloomfield was talking about having Starr face down Wyld and Nakamura in a handicap match. Well, back to 100% or not, I wasn't about to let that happen. So I left my cushy seat, tracked down Damion Black, and got myself added to the match at the last minute.

TERRY: So there were no prior plans to compete tonight?

PENNYWORTH: None. And I'd like to remind everyone watching that what you just saw out of me was my not being at the top of my game. I gave Wyld and Nakamura everything they could handle. I prevented my team from losing when I stopped Starr from tapping out to the Akira Lock...and then...

Kevin Starr walks by just in camera. He pauses, ostensibly to talk to someone off camera, but it's obvious that he's listening in.

PENNYWORTH: But then my partner didn't return the favor. One step, that's all it would have taken. And yeah, I tapped out. Akira finally manages to get a win over me when I had a useless partner and I wasn't at 100%. Celebrate that, Akira. But then, then man I was covering for, Robert MacElroy, the PWA Heavyweight Champion. What happens after the match? A cowardly attack with a steel chair. Something I would have expected in a heartbeat out of Akira. But I thought Mac was better than that.

TERRY: You know he was trying to attack Akira, right?

PENNYWORTH: No, I don't know that, and neither do you. The Union's all about people 'paying their dues'. They're about hurting people until they join them. If you can't join them, get beaten, right? How do you, or I, or anyone in the PWA Universe know that this wasn't MacElroy's joining the Union? Yeah, he slammed that chair into Nakamura a few times. But you and I both know that that freak gets off on that sort of thing. What did MacElroy actually accomplish tonight?

TERRY: He did...

PENNYWORTH: I'll tell you what he accomplished. NOT A DAMNED THING! And I'll tell you what, Terry. The champ....the champs? They both better watch their back. Pennyworth is back, and it's damned time he got gold. The Union? The PWA? I don't give a crap who wins. The only one that matters right now is Richard Pennyworth the Third. And if they all want to start something with me, I'm willing to take them on. My stock is rising, Terry. It's time for me to reach the highest of heights. That is all.

Pennyworth walks away from Terry, stopping to stare daggers at Kevin Starr briefly before blatantly turning his back on the former champ and walking down the hall.

[Stu]

*** Bartholomew “Brawler” Beckett is swimming in his pool. There is no one else here, only the Brawler. He swims toward the edge of the pool, near the camera. He hoists himself out and towels off. As he does so, he addresses the camera: ***

Beckett: "Some people never seem to learn their place. Oh, I could easily be talking about Mr. Black, hiding in his office, or any of his sycophants who hide behind his paper authority. I could be talking about the Shooter, a wrestler past his prime who is hiding behind his protege. I could even be speaking of his adversary, the Assassin, who is hiding his own inevitable retirement behind the veneer of vendetta.

"I could be talking about you fans, who hide the disgrace of your own useless, unfulfilled lives behind the propensity to live vicariously through professional athletes, but why waste my breath?

"No, today I am talking about a youngster who had his chance, slim though it was, at stardom and advancement, and squandered it in a fit of foolish pride. I speak, of course, of one Derrick Arzon.

"As I have said before, a natural, if raw, talent, to be sure. And after voluntarily being abused by a pair of fangless garter snakes, when the opportunity arose for him to actually make something of himself, he spat upon it, and you fans ... you all praised him for it. You praise him for being a punching bag, for being a living example of suffering the consequences of trying to resist the inevitable, to the point that you have gone from fandom to sharing with him some strange, vicarious, sado-masochistic relationship!

"This ... does not a champion make!

"Now, I'm not saying that it is entirely your fault, you lot of colonial sheep. After all, it is Arzon who gives ear to your bleating. That is the point. He is a sheep lead by sheep, and so of course he does not know his place. Well, allow me to be the voice of reason, Arse-wand: Your place is NOT in the ring with me. Never was, never will be. I bring this to your attention now, because I see that another manipulative abuser, Damion "I Was a Man, Once" Black, has scheduled you to share the ring with me this week. Just seeing a diamond does not make it yours, love, and just seeing your name next to mine does not mean that you belong in my ring.

"Do yourself a great favor: stay safely at home Saturday night."

[Stu]

TERRY SCHNEIDER: “Mr. MacElroy, if I could have a moment-”

ROBERT MACELROY: “I have nae much teime, Tearrry-”

TS: “Mr. MacElroy, first of all, the fans want to know how you are doing after that heinous attack by the Union?”

MAC: “Baetturr, man, baetturr, but nae as weall as Aye shall be once Aye’ve saettled tha’ scoorre.”

TS: “We’re all glad to hear that, Mr. MacElroy, and all-”

MAC: “- but tha’s nae what you’rrre ‘erre te ask, is at, man?”

TS: “Well, I-”

MAC: “Noo, yea’rre wantin’ tae arsk aboot tha’ matturr wi’ tha chairr. Weall, Aye’ll make thas simple fourr ye.

*** looks into camera ***

MAC: “Pannywourrth, Aye let me ‘ead go, an’ Aye’ll own te that. Ye cam in fourr tae see to rrrightin’ a foul deed doone, an’ me own prryde laed me te trrie an doo tha saeme, though wi’ out a soundness o’ sense, ‘tween both tha wound an’ tha rrage. In me ‘aste, Aye’ve doone wrrong by ye.

“Tha’ said, ‘tis one thing fourr tae quaestion me judgemaent … anothurr, my honourr.

“Now, if yea’ve a prroblaem wi’ me, feel quite frree tae come an’ look me i’ tha eye as ye speak yearr grreavances. Aye’ll be big aenough te take a blow an’ shake hands afturr. If all ye wish is te blow steam, then I warrn ye tae keep yourr brreath off of MY naeme, man.

“An’ as fourr tha lykes o’ YOU, Akirra Wylde, dinnae think tha’ anyone is bleinded by thas trreacherry saet by you an’ yearr ilk. Be assurred, ye bawbag, thas does nae shake me from my courrse! I’s champion Aye am, an’ ‘tis a champion whose ayrre yea’ve raised! Tha PWA will nae crrumble to tha lykes o’ you, raest assurred, an’ if ye doubt me, come tae tha rrring an’ see!”

[Rhett Holiday]

The now familiar scene opens with Rhett Holiday sitting in a leather chair. His black suit providing the abyssal backdrop to his bright green tie. A cloud of smoke releases from his lips as he folds a newspaper with headlines of his heinous act against Nemesis Rex. A devilish smirk stuck to his face.

"Tiger Fury... It seems you'll be the next to pay the Devil his due.. It's a shame that I've been so preoccupied with my former, 'Nemesis' to give much thought to the tournament.. Yet here we both are in the semi finals about to do battle in a Hellacious structure like a steel cage..."

He takes another drag of his cigar.

"I really need to know, when we are both locked in a cage, will you behave like a wild animal? Will you behave like Rex and think your experience and natural abilities can keep you alive? No... No you couldn't possibly think that... That would be to much thought for such a numbskull such as yourself.. You don't think, you run off pure emotion, pure 'Fury' and that just won't fly pussy cat."

Holiday puts his cigar in an ashtray and walk across the room as the camera pans with him. He stops just short of a tiger mounted on a pedestal.

"Just ask this big girl right here."

Holiday starts to laugh as the camera fades to black.