[Alexagogo]

Another of Eli Storm’s stable, Bronx Williams is no stranger to the stars of the PWA. A former HiC Champion, Bronx Williams has tangled with and defeated some of this communities best and brightest stars already, but where his goals lie now are currently only known to him. Will it be gold he seeks again, or is he looking to touch base with some old friends?

The PWA will be waiting with baited breath as he steps up to face Jacob Collins, the former Perennial Loser, and current PWA gate keeper. Never a man to be counted out, even after all this time, Bronx will find himself in trouble if he doesn’t come into this match with his eyes on the prize. After that, who knows what awaits him.

[BronxWilliams]

:: The scene opens to a long hallway of sorts. Along the wall you see the faces of the men who have earned the right to call themselves big names in the PWA. Some names you know…some may seem new. As you make it halfway down the hallway a voice stops you. ::

Bronx: My Apologies, I know that this week, the lack of my appearance and words may have baffled fans.

:: The camera pans towards where the voice is coming from and you can see flicking light. As the cameras move closer, you can hear the sound of fighting. Now you can make out the door at the end of the hallway. ::

Bronx: But I am a student of the game and realize that sometimes you can't over do it, yes? We all know that I do not need to be consently in your face to stay on your mind. I’ll leave that tactic to those with the overly inflated egos. Now, as you have made the trek here, I should tell you exactly why you are here. You are here, my friends, because of patience.

:: The camera make it to the door, which is half cracked. ::

Bronx: Like the others before me, I could of jump out in front of you and began my reign of violence. But this is a thinking man’s game, so I know my part. I waited to the correct time to say ok, let’s get this started. And that time is now…as a war is about to start.

:: The camera slowly pushes the door open. ::

Bronx: Now you may know who I am, but you do not know my whole history. See I am a member of a very powerful yet estrange family.

:: In the middle of what looks like a video room, sits the large figure that hasn’t been seen on PWA TV in a while, Bronx Williams. He is sitting at a school desk with a notebook in front of him. Black sneakers, blue jeans and a Carolina blue hoodie that has “The Deadpool” in white letters on it. The more the camera zooms in, the more the shadows of his hood hides his face. ::

Bronx: My Uncle Scott posed a question. He asked me, since I’m back by myself. Am I willing to choose sides. In my mind I wonder, if it wasn’t for this war…would he be talking to me. But that is neither here or there.

:: In front of him you can see the flicking footage of every Strader to wrestle. ::

Bronx: My focus is on you Collins. You defeated a close friend of mine and caught my attention. You were bottom of the batch and then something snapped inside you. You went from a loser to the gatekeeper here in PWA. The testing meter for those who want to become a name here in PWA. You won’t be doing that this week, my friend.

:: He leans forward in his chair. ::

Bronx: We both are lesser known members of two great families. Trying to prove ourselves outside of the name. Trying to carve our part in the sport.

:: Bronx pauses. ::

Bronx: This week we will clash in the middle of the ring. The first time we have ever met in solo action. I expect for you to try to do to me what you did to Frost. Keyword is try…

:: He cracks his knuckles and leans back into his seat. ::

Bronx: You see, I’m not that into my legend that I will take you for granted. I know where you are coming from…I’ve been there. I know what it feels like to be in that spot. I know the hunger it takes to push yourself from that position.

Bronx: I expect a war to happen. To be honest, I’m looking forward to it. I look forward to stepping into the ring with you and tearing each other’s flesh off the bones. I’m going to love to see how much you can take before the blood starts to flow. How much it will take til you have to use that part of your offense that you hate. You know that set of moves that you try not to use in order to say that you are a actual wrestler and not a thug. That set you don’t use, because you don’t wanna be like them.

:: Bronx pauses on the picture of SNS fighting Matt Engel for the World Championship. ::

Bronx: You normally don’t use those moves because you want to be better then them.

:: He clicks the play button and lets the footage continue, as the violence washes over his person. ::

Bronx: You don’t want to be a “monster” stealing souls…you just want to be the best.

:: Williams pauses one more time, this time letting the images of his past statement dance in his head. He mind freeze frame in all it’s glory. ::

Bronx: I’ve You want to prove that you create your own legacy and you don’t need any help. You are more than just your family name. Much, much more...

:: On the screen in front of you see TDR making his way to the ring. ::

Bronx: And that is where you and me have split paths. My first real moment in this sport was trying to destroy my family. And I was so close to getting that job done.

:: He slowly begins to roll up his sleeves as he continues. With each word he rolls his sleeves until they cuff at his elbows. ::

Bronx: Looking at you, I see where I was. At the point you are at now...you will never be more than a body that shares the blood. You must first step up to the plate and test your merit. But I see that you are happy where you are. And seeing that you are happy like that, pisses me off. Because I hated where I once was. And do you know why I hated it? Do you want to know the truth? It’s because deep down in my heart, I know I was better than the name. I knew I was more than just a side note in family history.

:: He grabs the roll of athletic tape in front of him and begins to tape up his hands and forearms. He makes sure the wrap is nice and tight before putting the tape down. ::

Bronx: So this match actually means a little more to me then it may to you. You see, I plan on beating the motivation to better yourself into you. I will beat you until you understand that being happy with your current spot is no longer enough. You will fill a very large amount of pain this week. You will come to drop large amounts of blood, Jacob. I will twist and bend ligaments until the pain is unbeatable. I will force you to change this version of you and become something much, much better. And after you fully heal, you will be better for it…you will want to thank me.

:: The screen stops at the picture of the most recent gold holders in the Strader family, The Cowgirls from Hell. Bronx shakes his head as he stands up. The camera man starts to back up and head for the door, but it is now locked. As the camera quickly switches back to the view of Bronx Williams, you can hear the cracking of knuckles. The camera zooms in on Bronx and then…static.... ::