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The camera opens to a dark spot in the rafters of the PWA arena. Rhett Holiday is perched between two A-frame structures sitting indian style on a metal grate connecting the two.

"It's refreshing to see that there is more in a name than JUST the name, Fury... You live as your name implies, an unfocused fury that is doomed to destroy not only the PWA roster, but also the mindless meat sack who it inhabits. Tell me Fury, how does it feel to know that you were chosen to take what is rightfully mine? Pennyworth wasn't happy with a man such as myself earning a title opportunity, so he offers you a chance.. Allowing you to skip in line ahead of me...

Holiday begins to grind his teeth

"Allowing you to once again steal from me!"

Holiday growls as his whole body tenses up and he pulls at his black slicked back hair.

"There is no championship in your future Fury! I've seen, they've shown me! You will fail!.... You will fail and I will be victorious..."

Holiday begins to whisper to himself shaking his head from left to right.

"He stole our crown and sent her away. He left us in silence.. He hid in a mask like a criminal and robbed us of our power..."

Holiday begins to chuckle as a demonic grin creeps across his face.

"You and Pennyworth continue to play games with me but neither one of you can fathom the darkness that you've left me in. We have Fallen from great heights only to shine as we ascend beyond what we were."

Holiday stands on the grate with arms spread open as he looks up.

"We all know how this ends gentlemen. Tell your loved ones the lie that everything will be ok. Tell them you'll see them when you get home. Kiss them on the cheek and tell them you love them before you meet up at the next Assault. Let their last memories of you be fond and joyful ones."

Holiday leans back and falls with arms open from the rafters as the arena lights shut off. His sick laugh heard echoing in the darkness.

Pennyworth is seen leaning against a marble wall, a gym bag over his shoulder. Somehow, even his workout clothes appear to be bespoke as he relaxes against the wall.

PENNYWORTH: Well, it seems the cameras have caught up with me at last. That makes sense, as in just about a week, I will be defending my Heavyweight Championship against Brian Fury. Now, it's true I've been absent in the last couple of episodes. After all, I can't be putting my personage at risk to further attacks from the unhinged Rhett Holiday, now can I? While Fury is competing in the ring, being distracted and hurt by Rhett, I have been training and studying for the title match. I know your moves, Brian. I know what you are going to do in this match better than you do. This match, it's already won.

PENNYWORTH: Of course, I told you the mind games weren't over, and then I vanished. In my absence, Holiday has continued to interrupt you, distract you, and in general make a nuisance of himself. So, you have to be asking yourself -- was this all just a show? Is he my ace in the hole? After all, he's never even managed to get a finger on me in all of his attempts. So, Brian -- am I just making a fool out of you? Is my stooge running you ragged while I rest and study up?

PENNYWORTH: I guess we'll see at Assault, won't we? You and me, two falls to the victory. And when I walk out still as the PWA Heavyweight Champion, you'll know you were outsmarted and outwrestled by me. You'll know that I am the better man. I'll see you there.

Pennyworth hefts the bag and enters a nearby doorway, through which some top-of-the-line exercise equipment can be seen before the door closes, shutting off the view.

(Brian Fury is standing in front of a camera with an Assault banner hanging behind him.)

Fury: I’ll get right to the point: Pennyworth’s time is up at Assault. The time has come for me to make my mark and take the title. I could really care less if you were playing mind games or not because the fact of the matter is you don’t have anywhere to run! All the money you have can’t buy you out of the beating that I’m gonna give you at Assault! You can’t apply the Money Clip with broken fingers. You can’t throw a suplex with a busted back! I’m gonna break you down piece by piece until there’s nothing left of you!

Holiday, I suggest that you stay outta this for your own sake. I’ll deal with you soon enough. We still have unfinished business to take care of. If you DO happen to wander to the ring I promise you that I will give you the beating of a lifetime. Stay outta my way punk! Don’t say that I didn’t warn ya!

At Assault I plan on walking out champion and leaving Pennyworth in a heap. I’m gonna leave it all in the ring and there’s NOBODY who’s gonna stop me!!

(Scene fades to black.)