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Re: Happy Birthday, Nikki!

2019-06-18T22:15:18

**Outside in the parking lot of the G.W.S.W. Athletic Center Akira Wyld stands between Damion Black and his car. The two men glare at each other bitterly.**

BLACK: "Do you mind moving away from my car?"

AKIRA: "Sure... no problem. But first answer me this. What the hell were you doing at my niece’s birthday? Why is it that a disingenuous stuffed suit like you is welcome in there while I’m treated like some sort of pariah?”

BLACK: "I don't think it's that hard to understand, Akira. Of the two of us, I'm not an asshole."

**Akira rolls his eyes.**

AKIRA: “Oh of course. I’m an asshole, and you’re a Goddamn saint right? You’re nothing but a two-faced, self-promoting hack who makes his millions off the sweat and tears of the men with the REAL talent.”

**Black stares back at Akira, stone-faced.**

BLACK: "I do not have the time or the patience to deal with your temper tantrums right now."

**Damion steps around Akira and enters his car, and starts the engine. Akira lunges toward black and puts his body between the car and the door, preventing Black from leaving**

AKIRA: “Now hold on... that... that came out wrong. Listen, I’m not in the best mood here. Believe it or not... I didn’t hang around your car to start a fight. I came here to talk BUSINESS.”

**Black looks up at Akira through his dark sunglasses and raises an eyebrow.**

AKIRA: “Look... you don’t like me and I don’t like you. But you’re a businessman and you know as well as I do that last season finished with PWA suffering a black eye in the minds of the NWC Championship Committee. Now... we can debate forever about who’s fault that was.”

**Damion snatches the the sunglasses off of his face and stares coldly and angrily at Akira.**

BLACK: “It was YOUR fault! You refused to defend the title at a nationally advertised event! The last thing I wanted was to have to strip the title from the first ever NWC Champion without a defense!”

AKIRA: “Good. So we’re in agreement.”

BLACK: “What? No... we most certainly are not.”

AKIRA: “We’re in agreement that the NWC Championship deserved better. Now... I see that you have your heart set on Spencer Watts getting his shot at the title. That’s fine... but unless you want to tarnish this brand you’ve worked so hard to build... you can’t just pretend that Akria Wyld... the man who lost the title without ever having been beaten... doesn’t exist. You HAVE to give me a chance to win or lose that title honestly. So... what I propose is this.”

**Black holds up a hand sharply to Akira’s face.**

BLACK: "Save your breath Wyld. Watts already beat you to it.”

**Akira steps back and cocks an eyebrow.**

BLACK: “He called me the day you two talked. He wants you in the ring, one-on-one on the next Assault. He has aspirations for that championship... and like a MAN, he’s prepared to put those all on the line to do right by the legacy of the NWC Title. Congratulations, Akira, you're getting your way."

**Damion replaces his sunglasses on his nose and stares forward in the driver's seat.**

BLACK: "But you better believe I did that for Spencer's sake and not yours. Spencer Watts deserves a chance to really prove himself. At this point, you don't even deserve my scorn. I'm leaving now. You can either move or be dragged."

**Akira slips out the way of Damion's car door as Damion slams it shut and slams the car in reverse. As Damion leaves rubber backing out, Akira plants his keys on the hood of Damion's car, smirking triumphantly, as the immaculate black finish on the hood is marred by a long, deep scratch. Damion backs out into the street and drives off. Akira stares off after him with an icy gaze.**

Statistics: Posted by Gary Bloomfield — Tue Jun 18, 2019 10:15 pm

Happy Birthday, Nikki! Prt. 4

2019-06-18T18:30:50

***aMx makes their way toward the G.W.S.W. Training and Athletic center main entrance. As they approach the main entry, the door swings open wide and a man wearing a black and silver wrestling mask pushes past them. He is holding a handful of unlit birthday candles and what looks like two-thirds of a birthday cake. As he passes by Mj1 he whispers under his breath.***

SPOILER: “I wouldn’t go in there. It won’t end well for you.”

***Mj1 takes a step past the man and then stops short and whips his head around to look at him.***

Mj1: “Yo b, I think... I mean I don’t know but I think that was the dude who jumped me!”

ECKS: “Man, I thought you said Rebel Wyld jumped you. That hombre don’t look like Rebel Wyld to me.”

Mj1: “I don’t know b, my head’s all fuzzy! I mean...”

***Mj1 looks in through the entrance. In the rec room he sees Rebel Wyld seated at a long rectangular table talking to his father. Mj1’s gaze shoots between Rebel and the quickly departing masked man.***

Mj1: “Yo dude I’m all messed up! TWO Rebel Wylds?! Who do I attack?!”

***Johnny Ecks rolls his eyes and smacks Mj1 on the back of the head.***

ECKS: “FOCUS b, we ain’t here for that. Get your story straightened out in your head and then we’ll go get you your revenge. For now... I got some smoothin’ over to do wit my woman!”

Mj1: “Aww man you sure about this b? It’s her kid’s birthday in there! You sure you wanna crash this thing?”

ECKS: “Don’t worry about it man. I’m gonna go all smooth operator in there. You boys just follow my lead.”

***Johhny Ecks enters the G.W.S.W. rec room flanked by Mj1 and The Samoan Storm. As the quartet swagger in, a troubled murmur breaks out among the guests. Alyssa Wyld turns to the entrance way and gasps. Her brother Rebel grimaces and advances on the four wrestlers. He is quickly flanked by Pantaro, Sean Connolly and Kazuma.***

ECKS: “Yo yo yo hang on a minute. No need to get all hot under the collar boys. aMx ain’t here to fight. We just came by to wish the birthday girl a quick congratulations.”

***Alyssa steps past her daughter and points at Johnny Ecks accusingly.***

ALYSSA: “No. No no no no. Johnny, get the hell out of here. You’re not ruining this for Nikki.”

ECKS: “Hey sweet stuff! We just came by to pay our respects and show that... ya know... me and the boys are upstanding classy citizens. I even got the lucky birthday girl a present!”

***Johnny Ecks throws a paper bag to Nikki. She catches it and looks at her mom, who is still staring daggers at the intruders. Nikki looks down at the bag and opens it up. An aMx baseball cap and a Heartthrob Kid t-shirt are inside.***

NIKKI: “Uh... thank you. I’ll cherish it always.”

ECKS: “Who wouldn’t? See, I’m a good guy. And you and me Alyssa, we’re good TOGETHER ya feel me?”

Mj1: “Wait a minute man, isn’t her husband supposed to be here somewhere?”

REBEL: “That’s it Ecks. You all had better get the hell out of here right now. If you’re planning on starting something at THIS party you’re badly outgunned.”

***Ecks looks around at the assembled wrestlers and puts his hands up.***

ECKS: “Hey, no need to get all pissed off fellas! We just wanted to show y’all that aMx are the bigger men here. We just came down to bury the olive branch ya know? Be all respectful and stuff.”

NIKKI: “Bury the...”

***Just then, Damon Knight enters from a back room, carrying a large wrapped present. He stops dead when he sees Johnny standing near his wife.***

DAMON: “Oh hell no. Ecks, you’d better get the hell away from my wife and get your ass out of this building RIGHT now or I swear to God I’m going to...”

***Alyssa puts a hand up and blocks Damon’s progress. She gives him a pleading look.***

ALYSSA: “Damon, not now, please. He’s not worth it.”

ECKS: “Yo you better listen to your wife man, you been retired for too long. Your over-inflated ‘ex-NFL’ ass is going to be spending the night at the hospital if you try to get some of this!”

REBEL: “That’s it... you’re dead.”

***Rebel and several of the party guests start advancing on aMx.***

Mj1: “Oh crap man, we really gonna do this?”

***Before the party guests can engage aMx... Greco Wyld steps up and stands between the two groups. The room stops dead silent as he puts up his hands. When he speaks, it is with a smooth and authoritative tone that commands the room.***

GRECO: “Gentlemen... ladies... this is a BIRTHDAY PARTY. No matter what your issue is... this is NOT where we handle personal matters like this. Have some class.”

***Ecks and Rebel both look sheepishly at their shoes, while Alyssa and Damon exchange a slightly playful glance of understanding.***

GRECO: “We are professionals people. We are wrestlers... not low-class street brawlers.”

***Greco points dramatically out the door of the rec room toward the ring in the center of the gymnasium floor. A sly smile creases his lips.***

GRECO: “Wrestlers... handle their business in the RING.”

***Greco turns to Johnny Ecks and folds his arms over his chest.***

GRECO: “Mr. Ecks... you have stepped into the Greco Wyld School of Wrestling. If you and your boys have a point to make... make it in my ring. Right now.”

***Rebel Wyld, Alyssa Wyld, Nikki Wyld and Damon Knight all step up and face off with Johnny Ecks, Mj1, and The Samoan Storm in the center of the room, with Greco standing between the two groups.***

Statistics: Posted by Quillz — Tue Jun 18, 2019 6:30 pm

Happy Birthday, Nikki! Prt. 3

2019-06-18T00:04:28

**Damion Black enters the gym, genuinely smiling as he looks over the faces of old friends, old rivals, and new associates. He pauses as a flood of memories sweep through his mind, then his smile falters slightly as notices the tension in the room. Damion resumes his smile.**

BLACK : "Did I come at a bad time?"

**Greco Wyld sighs and smiles. He steps toward Black with an outstretched hand.**

GRECO: “No... no Mr. Black you’ve come at a fine time. It’s good to finally meet you face to face.”

***Damion observes the time-honored tradition of shaking hands with everyone in the room, starting with Grecco Wyld.**

BLACK: "Mr. Wyld. It is an honor to finally meet you. One of my greatest regrets is never having faced you in the ring."

GRECO: “Hah, well... we have a ring right here if you’re feeling froggy.”

BLACK: "Not without a camera crew, ha ha ha!"

**And so it goes, Black continues sharing a handshake and brief words of respect and humor with his peers until he eyes Nikki Wyld near a trash can clearing cake residue off her plate.**

BLACK: "Ah, and the most honored guest for last! Nikki, congratulations on living 18 years! It may not seem like much, but some people never make it this far, especially growing up in professional wrestling. Well done!"

NIKKI: “Thanks Mr. Black. I’m really excited to get out there and show the world what I can do.”

BLACK: "I'm not going to bore you with speeches, I'll leave that to your father.”

**Damion gives Knight a joking wink, and Knight smirks and shakes his head.**

BLACK: “Instead, I'll just give my humble gift. Happy birthday! Oh, careful! It's a bit heavy!"

**Damion makes a show of handing the wrapped package to Nikki. Nikki grins excitedly and takes the package firmly in both hands, then frowns.**

NIKKI: “Seems... kinda light. Is this an empty box?”

BLACK: "Do not judge a gift by it's wrapping paper. Open it, go on!"

**Nikki opens the package, revealing the PWA-stamped paperwork. She begins the first page aloud.**

NIKKI: “PWA is proud to offer you, Nikki Wyld, a... a...”

BLACK "...full five year PWA contract, with all the perks, pay, and conditions of anyone else on PWA's roster. I don't expect you to sign it right now. Have your parents go over it with you, show it to your family lawyer, make sure it's a commitment you can and want to make. Should you decide to sign, I have a spot on the next card open for you. You can debut as soon as the next Assault."

**Nikki looks excitedly over at her mother, who nods at her and smiles.**

NIKKI: “Mr. Black... I... I don’t know what to say!”

DAMON: “Hah... for once in her life, she’s speechless... Damion that is the greatest gift of all.”

**Damion Black reaches out and shakes Nikki’s hand.**

BLACK: "I'm certain you will live up to the terms, Nikki. I expect great things from you. Well, as much as I love cake, I'm afraid I must take my leave. There is still a show to plan, and Hollywood is starting to beat on my door again. I've been offered a cameo appearance on 'Happily Neverafter' that should get PWA some more exposure. Happy birthday, Nikki! It was good to see all of you again!"

**With that, Damion gives a slight bow and a wave as he turns toward the door. Damion's smile is still present as takes the car keys out of his pocket, and then that smile disappears as he looks towards his car... and sees Akira standing in front the black sedan, arms folded, face contorted in quiet anger. Damion and Akira stare each other down, neither man moving, neither man noticing the bright red vintage T-Bird blasting hip-hop pull up to he gym, nor the two men, a blonde-headed svelte athlete in shades and red suit and the other man dressed in a similar black suit with a matching mask, walk past them.**

Statistics: Posted by Ameronth — Tue Jun 18, 2019 12:04 am

Happy Birthday, Nikki! Prt. 2

2019-06-18T00:02:09

**The door to the rec room opens and Akira Wyld steps through. There is an audible change in the temperature of the room and the nearly two-dozen wrestlers in attendance bristle as the former NWC Champion enters. Rebel Wyld lets go of the cake knife he was using and wipes his hands on a towel. He gives Akira a cold look and glances over at their sister Alyssa. Alyssa looks at Rebel and shakes her head. She turns to their father Greco and tries to judge his reaction. Greco folds his arms and addresses his youngest son with a cool gaze. Nikki turns and sees Akira for the first time.**

NIKKI: “Uncle Akira! You came! I didn’t think you’d show!”

**Akira looks over at her as he tentatively enters and ventures a cautious smile.**

AKIRA: “Hey kid. Just came to... pay my respects to the birthday girl.”

**Rebel steps from behind the table and walks toward Akira, who is nearing where the rest of the Wyld Family are gathered.**

REBEL: “That all you’re here for Akira? To pay respects? Or should we expect a Union ambush at any moment? Isn’t that how you and your friends make an entrance?”

**Akira glares at his older brother.**

AKIRA: “The Union doesn’t have anything to do with this. I just came... to say congratulations and give Nikki this.”

**Akira tosses a wrapped present to his niece. She catches it and looks from her uncle to her mother tentatively. Alyssa looks at the present and then back to her twin brother.**

ALYSSA: “Ok... now that you’ve done that, I suppose you’ll be on your way then?”

**Akira stands silently for a moment. Several wrestlers in attendance are eyeing him with suspicion. Akira opens his mouth to speak, but is cut off by an excited and hopeful Nikki.**

NIKKI: “Oh come on mom. It doesn’t have to be like that. This is a party. Akira is family. Can’t we just put all this crap behind us for one night and have a good time?”

**Nikki’s father Damon Knight walks over and puts himself between Akira and his daughter. He turns to Akira and frowns.**

DAMON: “Family? That what we all are? That’s news to me. I can’t think of the last time Akira Wyld has stood up for anyone in this family. Akira Wyld only cares about ONE person. Isn’t that right? Isn’t that what you told me fifteen years ago when you superkicked me off the stage and declared to the world that our tag-team was dead and you were on to bigger and better things?”

**Rebel Wyld steps up and stands next to his brother in law.**

REBEL: “Damon’s right. Akira, you have put everything above family for as long as you’ve been wrestling. You don’t just get to walk in here and pretend that the past decade-and-a-half didn’t happen.”

**Akira takes a step back and glances over at his stern-faced father. Greco Wyld approaches his son and puts a hand on his shoulder. He leans in, speaking quietly.**

GRECO: “Son... this isn’t the time or place for this. You gave Nikki your gift and now... you should go. If you’re serious about... about being a part of this family again, then we can talk about this later. We can...”

**Akira throws his father’s hand off his shoulder and scowls, his face barely masking an undercurrent of hurt.**

AKIRA: “Be a part of THIS family? Why the hell would I want to do that? It’s clear that I’m not wanted here. So you’re right. I did what I came to do and I think I’ll just... leave. But don’t think about coming to me for help when PWA eats you all alive. This little ‘olive-branch’ is a one time deal.”

**He turns to Nikki, and composes himself, taking a quick breath.**

AKIRA: “Nikki... congratulations. But watch yourself in this snake pit. You go out there and be YOU. Not just what this ‘family’ tries to groom you into being. You are your own legacy. Not HIS.”

**Akira points an accusatory finger at his father... and then storms out of the rec center. He heads down the hall, not seeing the look of muted hurt on Nikki’s face. He shoves his way out of the main entrance and heads to his rental car. As he searches his pocket for his keys... he sees a shiny black sedan pull up to the front entrance, half-a-lot away from where he is. The driver’s side door opens... and Damion Black steps out. Akira raises his eyebrows as Black closes the door to the vehicle and makes his way into the building, a wrapped present in his hands. Black doesn’t notice Wyld as he seethes, clutching his keys so tightly in his hands that his knuckles go white.**

Statistics: Posted by Ameronth — Tue Jun 18, 2019 12:02 am

Happy Birthday, Nikki!

2019-06-18T00:01:26

**The scene opens in the rec room of the Sacramento G.W.S.W. Training and Fitness Center. The establishment is closed at the moment, but its recreation room is hosting the 18th birthday party of Nikki Wyld. Balloons and streamers are set up around a long rectangular table covered with a blue and silver tablecloth. Half of a large tiered cake sits in the center of the table surrounded by presents of various sizes. Nearly two-dozen people mill about the room holding plastic solo cups and paper plates of cake. The camera pans the room, revealing several past and current members of the Greco Wyld School of Wrestling, along with several PWA superstars as well. Snow, Pantaro and La Nieve are seated at a nearby table in their wrestling masks and look to be deep in conversation. A karaoke machine is set up in the corner and Junior Cobra is singing a terrible rendition of Journey’s ‘Faithfully’ as a teary-eyed Giant Anaconda watches with rapt attention. Superstar Ed Simmonds and the visiting Lone Wolf Sean Connolly stand near the edge of the room eating cake and reminiscing. A stone-faced Kazuma stands in the far corner of the room with his arms folded, watching the proceedings. Standing near the long-decorated table, hosting the party, is the Wyld Family. Rebel is cutting slices of cake while Alyssa fills solo cups with punch. Nikki stands near her father Damon Knight with her arms folded.**

NIKKI: “Geeze Dad... isn’t all of this a little much? I mean... it’s just my birthday.”

DAMON: “It’s not ‘just’ your birthday Nikki. Today is the day you officially graduate from the G.W.S.W. training program. Today is the day you are legally able to be booked by any wrestling organization in the country. Today is the day your career begins. And I couldn’t be more proud.”

NIKKI: “Yeah yeah... I’m excited too. It’s just... Dad look at all these people here. Why would any of them care about me? This room is a who’s who of wrestling legends. I’m just... me.”

DAMON: “Nikki you are a Wyld. Well... technically you’re a Knight... but you know how proud your mom’s family is and how important the family name is to this industry. You represent the third generation to come out of this school. Your mom, your uncles, your grandfather... they all had a hand in building this industry. They laid the foundation for everything that has come before. Everyone here knows it. Every person in this room is here because they crossed paths with the Wyld Family and were changed by it.”

NIKKI: “Wow... no pressure there eh Dad?”

DAMON: “No Nikki... no pressure on your shoulders. This whole party is to celebrate your right to take your career in any direction you want. We’re all just proud of you.”

**An unknown voice speaks up from off camera. Nikki and Damon turn to face it.**

UNKNOWN VOICE: “We certainly are.”

**Nikki’s grandfather, the legendary Greco Wyld walks into frame. The stout, grey-haired man still looks extremely fit, though he is well into his sixties. He is wearing a cobalt blue polo shirt with the G.W.S.W. logo printed on it and a pair of khaki slacks. He steps toward Nikki and puts a hand on her shoulder. Nikki looks up and smiles.**

NIKKI: “Hey Grandpa.”

GRECO: “Nikki, you have grown up so fast. It seems like just yesterday I was teaching you to run the ropes. Now look at you. Grown up and ready to take on the world. Any organization in the nation would be lucky to have you on their roster.”

NIKKI: “Thanks Grandpa. I’m ready too. PWA isn’t gonna know what hit em’!”

GRECO: “Well... I hope Damion Black signs you to a full-time contract. You have an amazing set of skills that deserve to be shown on the global stage. But if he doesn’t... don’t forget we could always use you in the G.W.S.W. We have a new round of taping next month and we are looking to fill out a tournament ladder for our TV title. It would be a great place for you to cut your teeth.”

NIKKI: “Hah, I’ll keep that in mind.”

DAMON: “Nikki’s going to have a lot of offers on the table I think.”

GRECO: “I know she will. And Damon, we could use you back at the school too! Come on down and show the new recruits what a world-class mat veteran can do!”

**Damon laughs under his breath and raps at his knee with a large knuckle.**

DAMON: “Hah, I’d love to old man but these knees are shot. I’m better off sitting behind the broadcast booth these days.”

GRECO: “Nonsense! Two weeks with me in the gym and your knees will feel ten years younger. I guarantee we’ll have you doing backflips in no time.”

DAMON: “How do you do it old man? It’s like you just decided not to age.”

GRECO: “Getting old is highly overrated.”

NIKKI: “You two are ridiculous. And so is... whatever is going on over there at the karaoke booth.”

**Alyssa Wyld walks up to the group with a slice of cake for her father. Greco takes it and looks bemusedly over at the karaoke booth where Junior Cobra is slurring his way through the last half of Billy Joel’s ‘Piano Man’.**

ALYSSA: “I think Cobra has had one too many cups of punch.”

NIKKI: “There’s no alcohol in these.”

**Damon kisses his wife on the forehead and gives his daughter a wink.**

DAMON: “I’ll go make sure he gets some cake in him to absorb that punch.”

**Damon Knight walks off.**

GRECO: “You have a good man there, Alyssa. Don’t you be getting any funny ideas with that Johnny Ecks weirdo.”

**Alyssa elbows her father playfully as Nikki laughs.**

ALYSSA: “Not funny Dad.”

**Just then... the door to the rec center opens. Several heads turn in the direction of the entrance. Sean Connolly stands up and bares his teeth toward the person at the door. Kazuma takes a step away from the wall and adjusts his gloves. Rebel Wyld looks up and frowns, stabbing the knife deep into the cake.**

Statistics: Posted by Ameronth — Tue Jun 18, 2019 12:01 am