We come back from commercial to show a table set up in the middle of the ring, the familiar PWA logo covered by a black carpet. “Mexican Hairless” blasts, and Snow makes his way down to the ring, stopping on occasion to talk to fans, slap hands, and generally be friendly. He makes his way into the ring, where it’s become obvious that he is holding a clipboard in one hand. After playing to the crowd a bit longer, Snow tosses the clipboard onto the table, and motions for a microphone.
SNOW: “Hello PWA family! “
The crowd pops. A chant of “Snow Snow Snow” rises up, and Snow plays along for a while before motioning for quiet.
SNOW: “I could listen to that for hours, but the fact is that I’m out here for business. See, this is the last episode of Assault before PWA’s first pay per view event, Rise of Kings. It is shaping up to be an absolutely amazing show. A battle royal for the heavyweight crown — personally, I think that Fury’s going to be the dark horse to take this one. An endless fatal four-way for the light heavyweight championship. You all know who my money is on there. And I have absolutely no doubt that our leader Damion Black has something up his sleeve for a tag team championship.
SNOW: “But see, there’s something missing from that show. Someone…ah hell, I’ll just say it. I don’t have a match. Now, I know I could have earned my way into one of those matches, or maybe gotten a shot at tag team gold if Pantaro hadn’t earned a shot at the Light Heavyweight. That’s not my issue. I’ll earn my shot at gold another time. But that doesn’t change the fact that I don’t have a dance partner for the Big One.
SNOW: “I also can’t help but notice that there’s another…PWA employee…who is yet to be booked in a match. So, I’ve taken it upon myself to get a contract written up…so right here, right now, I’m calling out Brawler Beckett.”
Silence for a few moments, then, finally, “Pretty Vacant” starts up, and Beckett comes out on to the ramp. He already has a mic in hand.
BECKETT: “Well, well, well, here we are again. Boys and girls, I give you … the common brat. See, he doesn’t care for the hand he’s been dealt. He doesn’t care for the fact that he doesn’t measure up. And he cannot stand that it happened in front of all of his friends. Yes, it’s true. All of you … every one of you saw him give up, tap out, surrender, and he did so to me! And now, true to form, after he’s wrung the tantrum tears from his good-God-I-am-so-ugly-my-mother-should-have-drowned-me-at-birth mask … (fans howl in outrage) … once again, he throws himself on the mercy of popular opinion to try and coax me into the ring again. Well, the lot of you can stuff it! I told you last week, Snowball, what I want. You want me in the ring? You know what it will cost you!”
SNOW: “Bart, Bart Bart Bart Bart. Hold on a minute. See, I thought you would say something like that. That’s why this is a very special contract. See, right here, there’s a nice large open space. In this space, there is room for one Bartholomew Beckett to name his own terms. His own conditions. You want to make it a street fight? Go ahead. Cage match? Be my guest. Hell, I don’t care if you make it an exploding barbed wire land mine match. Whatever it takes to get you in this ring one more time. You name it, I’ll sign it.”
Beckett starts making his way to the ring.
BECKETT: “You fill in the blanks, sunshine. I don’t give a damn how you want me to beat you. Just know that your mask – and your arse – are mine.”
SNOW: “Done. There’s the contract.”
Beckett grabs the contract, quickly writes down this stipulation, and signs it. He drops it on the table and starts to walk away.
SNOW: “Oh, Bart. I wish you hadn’t signed it that quickly. See…on this second page, there was a spot for me to name my own stipulation. It’s already filled in. And…”
Snow quickly signs the contract.
SNOW: “Now that it’s official, you can’t get out of it. My stipulation is this…should he lose the match at Rise of Kings, Bartholomew Beckett will never again set foot in this ring, never draw a paycheck from this company. In short, your career here, such as it has been, will be over.”
BECKETT: “Let me see that-“
Beckett grabs the contract from Snow’s hands and looks it over. Fury fills his features. Quick as a wink, he has Snow up…and through the table with a Burminghammer. Before anyone can even react, he’s picked him up again, and drives him through what little is left of the table with a second one. Down on the ground, all Snow can do is groan as Beckett turns him over and starts grabbing at the mask, untying it. He pulls it half off of Snow’s head before Snow starts to come to and is able to recover. Beckett uses the opportunity to grab him and hit him with a third Burminghammer before rolling out of the ring.
BECKETT: “You’re finished, Snowjob! Do you understand me? I will end you!”