Rex Camelot has some choice words for his battle royal competitors...

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***The scene opens backstage at the PWA Arena. The Mad King Rex Camelot stands in front of a royal-purple and gold curtain, flanked by PWA broadcast journalist Ronnie Stockholm. Camelot stands smugly with his hands on his hips and his nose in the air. Stockholm turns to address the camera.***

STOCKHOLM: “Ladies and gentlemen, I am backstage with Rex Camelot.”

***He turns to face Camelot, microphone in-hand.***

STOCKHOLM: “Mr. Camelot, in a short time, you will be involved in a high-stakes battle royal to determine the number-one contender to the coveted PWA Light Heavyweight Championship. What are your thoughts as you enter this career-defining contest?”

CAMELOT: “Ronald... you speak of the glory and accolades of championship gold. These are the trappings of a king. At Assault... WE shall enter the ring and claim what should be recognized as our right by birth. Rex Camelot is your king, and after Assault, Snow will discover this firsthand when he is cast down to his deserved station. And anyone who gets in our way... shall discover that Rex Camelot is not royalty to be trifled with.”

STOCKHOLM: “Mr. Camelot..”

CAMELOT: “Your Highness.”

STOCKHOLM: “.....Your........Highness... Rex Camelot... last week at Assault you had the chance to go one-on-one with one of your opponents in this battle royal, the debuting Nikki Wyld. You won that hard-hitting and brutal match... by using what some would describe as highly controversial tactics. Would you care to give your thoughts on your treatment of Ms. Wyld?”

CAMELOT: “Ronald Stockholm... Rex Camelot is a king and a MAN of the highest caliber. And as MEN understand... what happens in the confines of the arena of combat is not pretty. It is not friendly or fair or civil. What happens in that ring is brutality of the highest order. And any competitor, regardless of gender must surrender themselves to that world. If they cannot, they have no place in our ring and in our world.”

STOCKHOLM: “Recently, the Imperial Assassin has made some disparaging remarks regarding the female competitors that have recently joined our organization. From what I’m hearing you say... would I be correct in assuming you support these controversial statements yourself?”

***Camelot sneers and shakes his head at Stockholm.***

CAMELOT: “Let the king’s speech be clear on this... Rex Camelot is a fair and noble ruler. We are not here to disparage the more fragile sex. If a woman wishes to compete in our court? So be it. But know this... after last week, Nikki Wyld CLEARLY proved that, regardless of gender, SHE has neither the mettle nor the magnitude to compete in a PWA ring. And at Assault, if she, or any other comp...”

***Suddenly, Nikki Wyld storms in from camera left and soccer-ball kicks Camelot so hard in the groin that he is lifted six inches off the ground. Camelot lets out a shriek and collapses to the ground, crashing noisily through the purple curtain, sending the entire apparatus cascading around him. Nikki pumps her fists and snatches the microphone away from a shocked Ronnie Stockholm.***

NIKKI: “And THAT’S how you deliver a mother-lovin’ hoof to the Underoos you asshat!”

***Nikki bounces energetically from foot to foot as Camelot wheezes and flails ineffectively on the ground. Nikki points at herself and snorts.***

NIKKI: “You think you hurt me last week Rexy? Think again! Ovaries of STEEL baby! All you did was piss me off! I’m Nikki F’n WYLD you misogynistic meathead!”

***Nikki spins around to the camera and grins showing off a mouthful of pearly whites and a slightly psychotic pair of crystal blue eyes.***

NIKKI: “You people think that because I’m a Wyld I’m some sort of stuffy honor-bound old-school wrestler? I’ve got my PWA contract boys! I’m here to kick junk and chew bubblegum, and anyone who wants to test me had better get ready to have one of my size-sixes planted squarely in your crochtal region!”

***Nikki leans down toward Camelot, who is struggling mightily to his knees with sweat dripping down his face and murder in his eyes. He takes a wild swing at Nikki, misses, and sprawls in an undignified heap back on the floor, wheezing.***

NIKKI: “Once you’re done coughing up your gonads, feel free to clean yourself up and meet me in the ring! That is... if you think you can handle another 12 rounds with this!”

***Nikki sticks out her tongue and pantomimes an ‘L’ with her finger and thumb over her forehead. She then turns and winks at the camera, throws up two fingers in a ‘V’, and skips off-set, underhand throwing the microphone to Stockholm as she goes. Camelot slowly makes it to his knees and seethes down the hall at her as she leaves.***