Doogshere Posted April 29, 2016 Share Posted April 29, 2016 Premier Wrestling Association (PWA) It is 3:00 PM in Boston. The camera fades from black and standing at a podium is a well dressed, blonde haired man. The room is filled with silence, occasionally disturbed by the sound of a snapping camera. Several media members are recording the man on their personal devices, and the camera zooms in to his face. He is muscular, fit, and most likely in his early 40s. He clears his throat and the cameras stop snapping. Man: You don't know who I am, so let me introduce myself. My name is Frank Erikson. I grew up loving wrestling. I watched the greats repeatedly, Saturday after Saturday, watching my favorite matches on VCR until the box gears broke and my dad slapped me across the head. He told me to turn off that nonsense, and I told him I would one day become a wrestler. He told me if I tried, I'd become nothing. Frank looks down to collect himself. Frank: He was right. The reason you don't know me, is because I failed. I used up all of my savings at 18 years old, and all I had to show for it after a year on the road was broken bones, a couple of scars, and a hollow, empty bank account. So I came back home to Boston, stole a suit and tie, and eventually worked my way up to partner at a financial firm. I have a little more money in that bank account, and today, using half a million dollars in that bank account, I'm going back towards that dream. I will be a wrestler, and a wrestler in my own company at that. As of midnight tomorrow, a new company, based in New England will find its place in the wrestling world. That is my company, Premier Wrestling Association. The media bursts out into chatter, shouting questions at Mr. Erikson as cameras snap pictures frantically. Frank simply raises a hand towards the crowd, and they immediately quiet down. Frank: I will not be fielding any questions today, but I will show you some of the talent to be a part of my show. We will have several small private shows to work out all of the kinks, but at our first televised show on Los Deportes Hoy the PWA Prestige Championship will be on the line between these four men. This event is PWA: The Reckoning! Frank moves his arm towards a curtain leading to backstage. Four men emerge from the curtain. One by one each worker comes out as Frank announces them: Paul Steadyfast, Rayne Man, Remmy Skye and Hell's Bouncer are all a part of PWA! Each man shakes Frank Erikson's hand before getting together in a staredown. Cameras snap as they pose, and then go backstage. Frank: Thank you all for coming, there will be more details soon on our other signings, you can -- Frank gets distracted as another worker emerges from behind the curtain, California Love Machine! Frank: Ah yes, one of those signees is California Love Machine, who I guess showed -- California Love Machine pats Erikson on the back and then grabs Erikson's hand, shaking it vigorously. He then starts pandering to the crowd, who all start cheering. All eyes go to CLM, as he starts signing autographs. A large "clang" is heard as California Love Machine crumples on the ground. The camera then goes to the attacker, Frank Erikson, who is fuming red. He then starts berating California Love Machine, the microphone able to pick up bits and pieces. Frank: How dare -- -- This is my time -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Reckoning will pay. Frank then looks to the camera, grabs it, and throws it to the ground as the producers quickly cut to commercial break. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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