Promos for Assault 15 December 2018

[Quillz]

***The scene opens backstage, directly following PWA Assault. The door to the private locker room (unofficially acquisitioned) of the Union flys open and Akira Wyld steps out into the hallway in street clothes, a black duffel bag and his kendo stick bandolier slung over his shoulder. In the hallway, PWA reporter Ronnie Stockholm approaches him with a camera crew.***

STOCKHOLM: “Akira Wyld... on Assault this evening, we witnessed Union members attacking PWA talent in not just one, but TWO matches. I have to ask, how do you justify these vicious muggings? And where is it all going to end?”

***Wyld shoots Stockholm a sneer and advances on the reporter.***

WYLD: “First of all, get your facts straight Stockholm. In my match with Kevin Starr, the Union didn’t do ANYTHING. I had that over-hyped party host beat in the center of the ring. Then, that never-was LOSER Rhett Holiday ran out from backstage and attacked ME for no good reason! Just when I was getting ready to tap-out that big-handed, bleached blonde, Mardi Gras reject Starr, I got blindsided! Then those two double-teamed me like the low-down scabs they are! What kind of underhanded scum bags gang up on a man like that?”

STOCKHOLM: “That sounds like a page right from your playbook.”

WYLD: “Shut up Stockholm. The point is, it wasn’t me that fired the first shot in that match. It was Starr and his buddy Holiday!”

STOCKHOLM: “I’m not so sure about that. Starr looked as confused as anybody that Holiday came out. And then, as soon as Nemesis Rex made his appearance, Holiday left Starr alone in the ring. Is it possible that Holiday was just targeting you because of your past association Nemesis Rex?”

WYLD: “I don’t know what the hell Holiday thought he was doing. Nemesis Rex and I haven’t spoken in two seasons. But whatever his goal was, the only thing he managed to accomplish was to put himself on the hit list.”

***Wyld turns to the camera and points a finger.***

WYLD: “Rhett Holiday, you have officially been put on notice. So if I were you I’d steer clear of me and the rest of the Union. Because the next time we see you, your paying your Union Dues, just like Starr and Arzon did last night!”

STOCKHOLM: “Damion Black, Richard Pennyworth, Junior Cobra, Giant Anaconda, and now Derrick Arzon and Kevin Starr. The Union has been cutting a swath through PWA ever since Circus Maximus. What are your goals? How can anything good come from this chaos?”

***Wyld turns back to Stockholm and sneers.***

WYLD: “The first step in any great movement is to rattle the cages and disrupt the status quo. The Union has shown the PWA Armada that we are powerful and hungry enough to take down anyone we want, at any time. Everyone who has stepped in the ring with a Union member has left on a stretcher. Now when any one of us walks down the aisle, the entire wrestling industry watches our every movement. Whether it’s because of respect or because of fear, every man in that locker room knows that we hold their fate in our hands. That’s step one.”

STOCKHOLM: “If I may ask then, what is step two?”

WYLD: “One by one... we take every championship title this company has to offer. We already control the tag-team gold... and the next target in our sights is the King of Deathmatch trophy. Nakamura and I are both in the tournament, and by hook or by crook we are taking that crown.”

STOCKHOLM: “It appears that the Union seeded the brackets pretty heavily. From your team, only Brawler Beckett has been eliminated so far.”

WYLD: “That’s right. And don’t think we’ve forgotten about THAT little injustice either. That bearded moron KB might have thrown a monkey wrench into our plans, but he’s going to get his just like the rest. The only reason we haven’t beaten him within an inch of his life already is that we’re saving his destruction for when Nakamura or I meet him in the tournament. That is... IF he even manages to get that far. Last season, PWA ‘invaded’ iNCW, and a lot of noise was made about how those 2K trash-talkers put the beat down on us. Well that’s a great little fairy tale for KB and the rest of his loser friends to tell their kids at night... but from where I stand, there was ONE PWA superstar who stood tall and beat iNCW on their own turf... and that was me. So if KB thinks he’s swooping in on MY home turf and taking what rightfully belongs to the Union... he’s going to end up limping back to his second-rate promotion with a whole new story to tell. Now get the hell out of my way Stockholm.”

***Akira Wyld shoves past Ronnie Stockholm and heads down the hallway. Stockholm turns to the camera.***

STOCKHOLM: “Strong words and a worrisome mission statement from Akira Wyld of the Union. We’ll certainly bring you more on this story as it continues to develop. Back to you in the studio.”

***Fade to black***

[Rhett Holiday]

The camera opens in what looks to be a study. Dusty books and old magazine and newspaper clippings are spread across end tables, the floor, and shelves in the room. At the center of the room sits Rhett Holiday dresses in an all black suit with a lime green tie. A single lamp illuminates him as he reaches for a glass on the table next to him.

"We can indulge in the finer things when we please. We can embrace the holidays and enjoy one another's company. Old friendships rekindled, loved ones side by side again for the one time a year that they feel the need to be.. Happiness plagues this time of year, but not for us... We know that while all the cheer and joy spread like wildfire through a dry crippled forest, the end is breathing down each of our necks.."


Rhett takes a paper he had been using as a coaster for the glass and looks at the headlines.

"We know it's the end of an era Nemesis.. We know it's the end of a time you still grasp ahold of like a child to a balloon on a windy day.. We know it's a matter of time before your fire unites with those of your past.... We know your days are getting colder and nights getting longer and you need that fire to keep you alive!"


Rhett pulls a cigar from an ashtray as he turns the paper to face the camera. An old PWS clipping with "The Devil's Own" Akira Wyld and Nemesis Rex on the page. Smoke begins to creep from the paper as the camera zooms in on the picture and a hole is burnt through Akira's face. The paper drops and Rhett smiles as his green eyes gleam in the lamp light.


"It's the end of your era Nemesis... This Union will be the last... We are the Devil's Own now..."


The smoke gets thicker in the room as flames begin to lick the walls engulfing everything they touch. Rhett keeps his sinister smile as he drinks from his glass.

Camera fades

[JohnnyX]

(Johnny Ecks and the Mysterious jAi 1 are seen discussing what just happened.)

Mj1: yo B, what the hell happened out there tonight B?

Ecks: bro I am so sorry man. I did not meam to lose the brawl for you. We really need to work on our timing?

Mj1: yo B? Timing B? Come man, i had that pantermang on the geound and went for a spinning 720 splash B! Then you go and picked him up. I went down in a heap B? What is up with that?!

Ecks: yeah man. That was completely on me. You right to be angry man. So sorry. I want to make it up to you man.

Mj1: How B? I lost a title shot at the Pantermang. The Snowmang is now the official number one B!

Evks: I will figure it out bro. There has to be a way to get you involved, maybe a 3 way dance?

(Mj1 looks at his partner and nods his head and gives him a fist bump, scene fades to black)

[Quillz]

***The scene opens in The Beaten Dog, an old, sour-smelling bar located down the street from the PWA Arena. The dusty, mahogany tavern has stood in the same location for nearly 70 years. For almost that long, Nemesis Rex has made a routine of stopping there whenever he is in town. He always comes alone, after dark. He never speaks to the patrons. He orders the same drink every time.

This evening at the The Beaten Dog is like any other. Nemesis Rex stands at the far corner of the establishment, looming over the stained bar with his head lowered. He leans heavily on the hardwood, one foot propped up against the brass foot rail. The remains of a Rusty Nail and ice sit in a shot glass on the countertop in front of him. He runs a rough finger around the rim of the glass and stares flatly into the distance, deep in thought.

Above the bar, an old, 19” tube-television plays the latest broadcast from the PWA Network. Suddenly... Rhett Holiday’s most recent promo flashes on the screen. Rex’s eyes drift upward and regard the promo with cool disinterest. As the promo continues, the old gunslinger narrows his gaze and cocks his head at the screen. The bartender approaches Rex, intending to ask him if he needs another drink... but stops short when he sees the predatory look in his eyes. He wisely backs up and tends to the other end of the bar.

After the promo concludes, Rex continues to stand, staring up in the direction of the television for a long while. Then he smiles wanly and shoots back the rest of his drink. Without saying a word, the old grappler slowly pushes off from the bar and makes his way to the door. As he goes... he points a finger gun up at the television screen, and causally pantomimes firing a shot. He then turns up the collar of his black duster and walks out silently into the night. Fade to black.***

[BG05]

(Tiger Fury stands masked and shirtless in front of a “PWA Assault” banner with a microphone. Fury slowly raises the mic to his face while staring at the camera.)


Fury: The last time that I was in the ring I beat Kevin Starr. I pinned the former World champion and now I get to advance in the Deathmatch tournament. Ever since I took the mask of Tigers past I have felt stronger in mind, body, and spirit! But as good as the win was there’s something not right. Something seems off here in PWA.....and it’s The Union!

When I beat Starr I did it man to man. The Union is going around jumping people left and right and making them pay “Union Dues”. Well I say that it’s time PWA stood up to those cowards! I’ve never been afraid to stand by myself and if I have to in this instance, so be it.

Anytime, anyplace The Union wants some of Tiger Fury they can get it. All Union members have an open invitation to an ass-whooping. Akira, you like to give warnings, well here’s one for you: End this now or you won’t like the results! If you keep going down this path you’re going to get more than you bargained for. If I have to stop The Union myself then that’s what I’ll do......and maybe you’ll have some “dues” that you have to pay!!

(Scene fades to black.)

[Quillz]

***The scene opens backstage at the PWA Arena. Tiger Gold stands in front of a gold and blue sequined backdrop in his ring attire and signature tiger mask. He flexes mightily and roars at the camera.***

GOLD: “For the past two seasons, I have tested my mettle against the greatest superstars that the Prestige Wrestling Association has to offer. For more than a year, I have clashed with champions and challengers in immortal contests that have shaken the heavens and cracked the earth. There has been triumph, and there has been defat. There has been destruction, and there has been renewal. Throughout it all... the mighty Tiger Gold has remained a measuring stick by which the best in the world may test themselves. It is my destiny to represent the fighting spirit that flows through the bodies and souls of all who call themselves Fire Pro Wrestlers.”

***Tiger Gold rubs the back of his neck with his mighty hand.***

GOLD: “Last season, I suffered a neck injury that left me in a diminished state. It was a humbling experience... being willing to fight but unable to compete at the level I knew I was capable of. But every defeat yields valuable truths. It was during this vulnerable time that I crossed paths with my old rival Brian Fury. Together, we bonded over our individual struggles. We united as brothers-in-arms and formed a mighty tag-team. With righteous fire on our side, we came within a hare’s breath of wresting the tag-team championship from the vile and disreputable Armageddon. We may not have been victorious in our goal... but our quest gave me the vital fuel I needed to stoke the fires of my spirit back into the roaring flame that it was. I am rejuvenated and ready to stand chest to chest with the titans of this sport once again.”

***Tiger Gold balls up a fist and raises it high in the air... then lowers it to chest level.***

GOLD: “Which brings us to season three. My brother Tiger Fury has succeeded in ascending to the second tier of the King of Deathmatch tournament. However, he faces a fearsome challenge in The Union. Akira Wyld has made it clear that his dishonorable troupe will stop at nothing to claim victory, and all those who stand in their way will be destroyed with extreme prejudice. My masked brother has already made his feelings about the threat posed by The Union clear. And let it be known to all that Tiger Gold shall stand by his side, facing this cowardly foe! As Tiger Fury ascends the ladder to immortality, I shall be there to ensure that The Union cannot use their despicable tactics to...”

***Suddenly, a huge pair of tattooed arms reaches through the curtain and grabs Tiger Gold from behind, wrapping around his throat. Ragnarok muscles his way through the curtain, with Gold held fast in a cinching sleeper hold. From off-camera, Akira Wyld dives in and blasts Gold in the eyes with his kendo stick, sending him crashing to the ground. Gehenna steps in from stage-right and tears down the gold and blue curtain, revealing PWA’s backstage area. As Tiger Gold flails, trying to regain his footing, Brawler Beckett smashes into the back of his massive shoulders with a double axe-handle, sending him careening into the camera, causing the view of the action to spill to the ground and come to rest sideways on the ground. From this distorted view, Nakamura can be seen crouching over Tiger Gold raining a series of punches and open-palmed slaps down upon his masked head. Akira Wyld stalks around the edges of the carnage as the Union members all take turns beating on the legendary grappler. Finally, Armageddon drags Tiger Gold to his feet and him shoves him in Wyld’s direction where he intercepts him with a stiff Akira-Kick to the face, sending Gold crashing to the ground, unconscious. A few moments later, a hand enters the frame as Akira Wyld rights the fallen camera on the ground and stares down into its cracked lens.”

WYLD: “Tiger Fury! Take a look at what your irresponsibility has cost you. Do you see what happens when you make idle threats toward the Union? Because you see... it’s not just about the rights of the worker... it’s about the workers’ families. We work hard for our families. To keep them safe... to see them through the tough times. And company scabs like you need to learn that that door swings both ways. When you stand in the way of our goals, you disrespect our ‘family’. And when your actions hurt our family... our actions hurt yours!”

***Wyld grabs the unconscious Tiger Gold by the mask and drags him close to the camera.***

WYLD: “Do you see this? This could have easily been you. We could do this to you anytime we want. No place is safe for you. So... you want to give The Union an ultimatum? You want to tell us to ‘stop’? Well here’s one back at you! Stay out of this Fury! Mind your business, stay away, and when the time comes and we meet in the King of Deathmatch tournament... lay down. Make this easy on yourself, and stop making trouble for the people you care about! Because if you don’t... you won’t be the only one paying your Union Dues.”

***Wyld slams Tiger Gold’s head down on the ground and the Union members walk off. The camera lingers on Gold’s unconscious form for a moment longer, and then fades to black.***

[Stu]

(published in Pro Wrestling Follower, December 2018 issue)

The PWA heavyweight champion, native Scotsman Robert "the Hard Man" MacElroy, won his championship from the promotion's inaugural champion, "The Natural" Kevin Starr of New Orleans, LA. Since then, he has steadily taken all comers, defending his title each week. MacElroy insists on being a "fighting champion."

"A champion has to keep earning his championship," he told interviewer, Irving Mansfield. "If he doesn't, if he forgets how he won it, he won't know how to hold onto it. If the title gets dusty, so does his edge."

This sort of ethic hearkens back to the likes of Lance "Superman" Polanski. Some, including former champ Starr, have stated that that is a lousy way to hold a title, but MacElroy disagrees, offering as evidence, "Who took the belt from Starr? Who still holds it? It isn't because I'm better; it is because I not only worked to get it, I keep working to keep it.

"Besides, being champion brings alot of respect. If I'm going to be champion, I need to keep being worthy of that respect. That takes constant testing. Am I up to it? Only way to find out is to be tested, all the time. If I'm good enough, hard enough, then ... other things."

[Nick Spoils]

Nick Spoils sits at a well-appointed desk, with a computer off to one side and piles of folders sitting in front of him.

NICK: Ah, PWA cameras. Just who I was looking for. But before I get into the meat of my message for today, just take a look around, Damion. THIS is how you treat your employees. This is the kind of situation I should have been in from the moment I entered PWA. Instead, I was forced to wander around backstage at our various arenas and find whatever random corner I could to do my job in. But now that the Union has stepped forward to intercede, this is what I get to deal with now.

Now, onto the reason I called the cameras here today. And it concerns my clients, the 2-Time PWA Tag Team Champions Armageddon. And it concerns Damion Black. And it concern's Blacks insistence on disrespecting my clients time and again.

As champions, Armageddon is contractually obligated to defend the belts, yes. However, NOTHING in that contract states that we are required to defend the title at the whim of management. Yet that seems to be all Damion Black does. In the second season, he not only forced a defense, he stripped my boys of the title when they wanted a night's rest. Seems that backfired on him a bit, as they are now 2-time champions and poor Alpha Omega has completely imploded.

Then, he forced us to defend against the Coldsnakes. Yes, they were number one contenders, but there was nobody in the PWA Universe who wasn't expecting that match to be a hard-fought one at Circus Maximus. But, instead, it was just on an Assault. Not wanting to be stripped of the titles for absolutely no reason again, we acquiesced to Damion's insane demands. Yet, we protested in our own way, and gave the Coldnsnakes a one-fall advantage, having Ragnarok get counted out in the first fall. Yet, we retained.

Then, Brian Fury and his foolishness showed up, and lo and behold, the returning Tiger Gold. Poor, poor deluded Brian Fury. He couldn't defeat either of my boys alone, and he thought that Gold would help him out. Yet, at Circus Maximus, Armageddon once again proved that they are the ONLY tag team in PWA that matters. And yet, somehow, Fury thinks that despite not even being able to handle my two boys, he can take on the entire Union. Brian, if there weren't more important matters to tend to today, I'd let you know just how wrong you are.

But that brings us to the latest travesty of justice. Black has seen fit to disrespect the champions yet again. Not ONLY has he booked Armageddon in a title defense with almost no notice AGAIN. Not ONLY has he forced a title defense against our contractual obligations. Not ONLY has his petty grudge against me, my boys, and the entire Union cause him to attempt to hurt our cause...

Not only that, but he has booked us YET AGAIN against the Coldsnakes. Damion, please. At least last time we fought them they were at 100% percent. Full faculties and a one-fall handicap, yet Armageddon retained. And now...Cobra is certainly not himself after losing his manservant -- he's wrestling with boxing gloves for crying out loud! And apparently Anaconda is suffering from sort of post-concussion syndrome where he isn't even able to keep himself upright in the back. Black, this isn't a match, it'll be a slaughter. I implore you, I beg of you -- think of your roster. The so-called fierce and deadly tag team you have facing us are far from that. This...this isn't a game, Damion. Armageddon will prevail. The Union stands tall. And in the end? Your tag team division faces another loss. Think, Damion. You've already lost Alpha Omega. Can you afford to lose ANOTHER team?

But we will be at Assault. And if you insist on sending out the Fragile and Delirious Coldsnakes? Well, it may just be the end of their days.

[Stu]

*** TERRY SCHNEIDER, the camera following closely, hurries past the locker room to catch up with the 'SHOOTER. The veteran is dressed in black boots, jeans, white shirt and tie, a black leather jacket, and his ever-present mask. ***


SCHNEIDER: "Mr. Shooter ... excuse me, sir ... sir, one question-"

SHOOTER: *** turns to face SCHNEIDER *** "What do you want, Terry?"

SCHNEIDER: "Sir, in regards to your protege's upcoming match with Nemesis Rex, what are Lassiter's chances, do you think?"

SHOOTER: "This is probably his biggest challenge to date. They don't call him 'Nemesis' for nothing. He's got a well-earned reputation for being the toughest sunovab- the toughest man in the business, and still better past his prime than most men are in their prime. Mean, too. But Ronnie is more than just a young athlete with a lot of potential. He is a gifted athlete, a hard worker, and sharp as a knife. He has, I think, a handle on how to measure his opponent so that he doesn't underestimate him, but also won't let Rex's history and ability psyche him out. He's got a better chance than most think he's got."

SCHNEIDER: "What about the Imperial Assassin and his partner, 'Crusher' Sato?"

SHOOTER: "Who?"

SCHNEIDER: "The Imperial Ass-"

SHOOTER: "This is over." *** Turns to leave. ***

SCHNEIDER: "Wait, sir, I want-"

SHOOTER: "I DON'T GIVE A HOOT IN HELL WHAT YOU WANT!" ***THE SHOOTER knocks the microphone from SCHNEIDER'S hand, giving off terrible feedback, and stalks from the hallway, slamming a steel door behind him. ***