***The PWA Assault theme cuts off abruptly and Mozart’s “Dies Irae” plays through the arena. In single file, the full ranks of The Camp make their way down the ramp and to the ring. One by one they climb through the ropes and form a circle in the ring as the crowd greets them with some cheers, mostly boos. The boos intensify as Damion Black steps forward into the circle, microphone in hand.***
BLACK: “I know all of you have questions after the events of King of Deathmatch III. We are here tonight to answer those questions, so show some patience.
“These men that stand in the ring with me are my brothers. We are not brothers by blood but by choice. It is a bond we shaped and formed by our will and our passion, through our own toil, sacrifice, and this bond is stronger than any friendship, any family relation. We are neigh unbreakable. We found our way to each other through The Camp, which forged us into supreme competitors, steel strong and diamond tough. We sharpened each other, honed each other’s skills to perfection, and while our individual attitudes and philosophies may differ, there is one thing each of us in this ring hold sacred above all else: the sport of professional wrestling, the most revered, honored, purest, and oldest of all contests. But, I don’t expect any of you uninitiated plebeians to understand.
“Every week, you purchase your tickets for you and your ill-begotten offspring, thinking you are coming to be ‘entertained’, like this is some kind of circus! You blind fools! You do not understand what it is we have built! You think you are in an arena! This is a temple, dedicated to our sacred way of life! Where you should be reverent, you instead cheer and jeer a holy rite as if it were mere spectacle put on for your pleasure! I don’t expect you to understand, and I can forgive your ignorance, but there are those whose ignorance I cannot forgive.
“You, back in the locker rooms, all of you, get to a monitor and listen well, because I am going to cure you of your ignorance. All of you back there should know better! Some of you do know better, and that makes your sins even more unforgivable! Professional wresting is not an occupation that gives you a living, it is something you give your life for! This sport is sacred! And yet, since PWA opened its doors, reverence seems to be the last thing on your collective minds. You are clouded by your own egos, your personal and misplaced desires for fame and fortune! You profane this sport with your selfish, petty demands!
“Oh, you don’t see it in yourselves?! Just look in a mirror! Oh, I lost my title so I’m going to pack my bags and go home, Brian Fury! I didn’t get my title shot so I quit, Jack Lane! Things didn’t go my way, so I’m not going to take Damion Black’s calls and ignore appearance obligations, Richard Pennyworth, Factor, Kevin Starr! You have the gall to demand matches of me?! Title shots from ME?! You have desecrated this temple and my property, Spencer Watts! I am not running a daycare for middle-aged children! This is holy ground! You all should know better!
“Therefore, The Camp has come to a consensus: rather than allow you to further denigrate this temple, we are going to dismantle PWA brick by brick so that you may bring no more shame to our beloved sport than you have. And we will begin…. with PWA’s roster. You are all hereby put on notice: you are all marked for destruction. The Camp will break each and every one of you so that you may never disrespect a wrestling ring with your presence ever again. Your days are numbered.
“As for you, our beloved audience, none of you deserve to see The Camp compete tonight. *to The Camp* Gentlemen, my brothers. Thank you for everything you have done for wrestling. You have all earned a paid night off.
*To the audience* “You want to be entertained? Watch the clowns in the locker room!”