Alyssa Wyld arrives for a special PWA promotional photo shoot (?)...

[Quillz]

**The scene opens at West Coast Photo Express, a local for-rent photography studio. The studio is a grey workspace rimmed with a series of themed backdrops. The room is adorned with various studio lighting rigs. A table is set up in the center of the room with a high-powered digital camera and several telescoping lenses on it. A photographer with a prominent mustache is inspecting the equipment. He is wearing a West Coast Photo Express polo shirt and a similarly logoed red baseball cap. The door to the building opens and a small bell jingles, alerting the man of an incoming customer. PWA Superstar Alyssa Wyld enters the establishment. She is dressed in a pair of dark blue workout pants, athletic shoes, and a black GWSW tank-top. She has a PWA duffel bag over one shoulder. She steps gingerly into the studio and looks around with a confused expression on her face.**

ALYSSA: “Excuse me... is this the location of the PWA Magazine promotional photo shoot?”

**The photographer turns to greet her with a smile and a tip of his hat.**

ALYSSA: “I was sent a message that I was supposed to be here this morning for... some sort of promo photo shoot for some PWA merchandise. Am I in the right place?”

PHOTOGRAPHER: “Oh yeah, you bet. This is he place. We got everything all set up for you pretty lady. Please step behind our privacy curtain over there. Inside you’ll see your costume for the shoot. It’s got a hot summer theme. Gonna do bang-up business for PWA ya know? You’re gonna be the new face to the company!”

**Alyssa raises her eyebrows.**

ALYSSA: “I... really? I mean... that’s great, I guess. How come Damion Black didn’t contact me about this?”

PHOTOGRAPHER: “The bossman is mega-busy these days. What with the NWC Championship Committee and those new international TV deals he just signed. It’s been a whole big thing ya know? But don’t you worry. We have everything all figured out. Just... head over there and get dressed and we can start.”

**Alyssa steps behind the curtain. Several moments pass as Alyssa shuffled behind the barrier.**

ALYSSA: “Wait a minute... what... what is all this? This is AWFULLY... skimpy here.”

PHOTOGRAPHER: “Don’t worry bout it Ms. Wyld. We have everything all worked out. Remember, this is a ‘summer’ theme. Beach balls and bikinis and all that.”

ALYSSA: “MRS. Wyld. And... I mean, I get it but... this is too small.”

**Alyssa comes out from behind the curtain, slightly red-faced. She is wearing a small, shiny silver two-piece bikini with the PWA crown emblazoned on the left breast.**

PHOTOGRAPHER: “Oh man! No, that’s just perfect. You’re gonna be great!”

**Alyssa frowns and looks at herself in a floor length mirror against a wall.**

ALYSSA: “No... nope. This is not happening. I don’t know what Black thinks he’s going for here, but I wouldn’t be caught on camera wearing this if even if I were 21. I’m sorry I can’t...”

**The photographer begins snapping shots with the camera. The flash goes off, momentarily blinding Alyssa.**

ALYSSA: “Hey watch it. Stop taking pictures you ass. I’m not... not...”

**Alyssa rubs her eyes. As the after image of the flash fades, Alyssa gets a good look at the photographer for the first time. The fake mustache sits askew on his face.**

ALYSSA: “WHAT THE HELL?! JOHNNY?!?”

JOHNNY ECKS: “Naw baby, I’m... Miguel... Johnson. A PWA photographer. And this is totally an official photo shoot. Now... just hold still baby. Let me get a couple more...”

ALYSSA: “You absolute PERVERT! You... you set up this whole thing? Of all the DISGUSTING, low-life bull crap...”

ECKS: “Oh come on hot stuff, you know how hard I worked to make all this magic happen? This is photography gold!”

ALYSSA: “Turn that camera off you ass! THAT’S IT! I’m so done with your bull! I’m going to KILL you!”

**Alyssa lunges for Ecks’ camera, but he yanks it high in the air. Alyssa over balances and stumbles forward, landing hard on one knee. Just then, the door to the studio opens and Damon Knight enters.**

KNIGHT: “Hey honey, you know how long you’re gonna be? I was going to go across the street and get a sandwich so...”

**Knight stops mid-sentence, as Johnny Ecks looms over his half-naked wife with a camera in his hands. Time stands still.**

ECKS: “Hey Knight... before you get all hot, lemmie just say real quick... this is EXACTLY what it looks like.”

**Knight grits his teeth and balls his hands into fists.**

KNIGHT: “ECCCCKKSSSS!!”

***Knight runs at Ecks, who pivots and dodges out of the way. Alyssa grabs the strap of the camera, causing Ecks to pinwheel in a circle. Knight dives at the off-balance Ecks and the two sprawl onto the hard ground. Ecks regains his footing first, and quickly delivers a low-dropkick to Knight’s surgically repaired knee, causing him to crash rudely to the ground.***

ECKS: “That’s what you get mang! Start shit get hit!”

***Alyssa shoves Ecks hard from the side, sending him careening across the room toward the door.***

ECKS: “You see that mang? She touched me! She totally got herself a feel of the Ecks Man!”

KNIGHT: “I’m gonna tear you in half Ecks! Fight me you unbelievable asshole!”

***Ecks dances out the door, flipping the bird to Knight as he goes.***

ECKS: “You don’t want NONE of this you old, washed-up has-been!”

***Alyssa helps her husband to his feet as Ecks runs down the hall and out of sight. Knight pounds his fist into the wall in frustration as Alyssa stares daggers down the hall. Fade to black.***

[JohnnyX]

Scene opens up at the aMx hq and the entire aMx group is seen, Ecks, Mj1 and the Samoans.

Ecks: yo did you see my disguise man? Miguel Johnson yo!

Mj1: ey mang, that was not cool B, it was kinda racist if you ask me B.

Ecks: ain't no one asking you fool! How is it racist, I am half Mexican half Anglo, so how is that racist. My father was a Mexican traveling sales man who knocked on door to door and found my mother, Eleanor Eckstrom, and boom! Out came the greatest wrestling machine around.

Mj1: ohhh ok, so that's why you turned out an asshole!

Ecks: yeah man, hey now wait a minute! Let us focus on Mr. Oldass. He wants some, come get you some old man.

Mj1: hah! That fool is so old! Yo B! Don't break him in half.

Ecks: I know, man. Those knees might buckle at anytime man. I think I will suplex him to kingdom come and then hit the Xfactor. Boom! Lights out!

Tama: BOOM!!!

Talofah: KABOOM!!

Ecks: damn right boys, we gonna put the hurt on him!

scene fades to black