Promos for Assault 3/9/18

[Snow]

EDIT: Original title "In the hospital"

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.

[Ameronth]

*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.*

[Pennyworth]

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.

[Stu]

ROBERT MacELROY: "Oi, Pennyworth! Lookin' forred te fecin' ye i' tha ring come Friday! Aye, Ah know, ye cannae underrstan' wha' Aye see, like enough as yer a'been congested e'er since ye've put in 'ere. Well, clere up an' g'one wi' ye, ye wee jobby! Aye'll nae be havin' ye annie less 'an yer baest, boy. Aye've 'ad some fyne scuffle sae farr, findin' my feet an' commin' up again' tha baest, an' new i's yourr tearrn, Penny.

"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."

[BG05]

(The scene opens in a dimly lit gym. The camera is behind Brian Fury as he is pounding the heavy bag mercilessly. Fury punches the bag with so much force that it falls to the ground. Fury walks to the corner and throws another heavy bag over his shoulder and then hangs it up in place of the bag on the floor. Fury exhales and turns to the camera.)


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.)

[BG05]

(The camera is focused on Jack Lane as he stands with his hands on his hips wearing a black Adidas track suit with a Kangol and gold chain around his neck. Lane is staring intently into the camera and begins to speak.)

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.)

[Quillz]

***The scene opens in the halls of the PWA Arena shortly after the Feb. 23rd edition of PWA Assault. The FIERCE and DEADLY Coldsnakes, Junior Cobra and Giant Anaconda II are jogging frantically down the hall, ducking their heads into each and every locker room, cafeteria, storage closet and maintenance room that they come across. An agitated Cobra slaps Anaconda on the chest and gestures to a supply room across the hall.***

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.***

[Quillz]

***The scene opens on an empty wrestling ring. The corner posts are emblazoned with the logo of the Greco Wyld School of Wrestling. The gymnasium that surrounds the ring is dark save for one spotlight illuminating the ring. The Surgical Specialist, Akira Wyld sits on the canvas, leaning back against a corner turnbuckle. His arms are resting on the bottom ropes and his head is down. His silver hair hangs in his eyes. As the camera slowly tracks in on Wyld’s position, he raises his head and looks at the camera.***

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.***

[Rex_Camelot]

Following the post-match skirmish at the February 23rd edition of PWA Assault, Rex Evans was admitted to St. Luke's Boise Medical Center. He sustained a severe laceration to the face, and was unconscious on arrival due to loss of blood. He is in stable condition. Despite his protests, He has not been cleared to attend the March 9th edition of PWA Assault.

[Gary Bloomfield]

Due to the unfortunate incident which injured Rex Camelot and will prevent him from competing on the March 9th edition of PWA Assault, it is announced that Derrik Arzon will take Camelot's place on the card and face Spencer Watts. PWA wishes Mr. Camelot a quick and full recovery.