Akira and Rebel have a confrontation backstage...
Posted: Mon May 20, 2019 7:57 pm
***The scene opens up backstage after Assault. Akira Wyld is marching down the hall with his Union Dues kendo stick slung over one shoulder. He mops sweat off his face with a small white hand towel. He is muttering under his breath as he walks, and doesn’t notice a man making his way in his direction from an adjacent hallway. The two men bump shoulders accidentally as they pass. Akira whips around ready to fight, and the other man turns to meet his angry gaze. Akira comes face to face with his older brother Rebel. Akira takes a step back, then softens. He addresses Rebel with a cool gaze.***
AKIRA: “I see you and Alyssa have been properly initiated to PWA. How’s it feel to have your asses handed to you by REAL competition?”
***Rebel cocks an eyebrow at his younger brother.***
REBEL: “Now I know you’re reaching for an insult. I’ve never heard you say a kind word about the Coldsnakes before.”
AKIRA: “Hey, that Cobra is a pain in the ass but those guys are a legit force in the ring. And there’s a whole locker room of guys like them here in PWA. Bet you three are regretting coming here now.”
REBEL: “Far from it. Its inspiring to be in the ring with the best in the world. We wouldn’t have it any other way.”
AKIRA: “Right... and that’s why you three have been hiding in Japan for the last decade.”
REBEL: “We’ve been COMPETING in the best promotions all over the world. The best that were willing to work with us that is. Thanks to YOU the name Wyld has become a dirty word in pro wrestling.”
AKIRA: “And yet those checks still keep coming in from the wrestling schools don’t they? There’s still dozens upon dozens of new trainees desperate to sit under the Wyld learning tree. Who’s been keeping that name alive and in the media Rebel? Has it been you? Fighting the good fight in the indies and across the ocean? Or has it been ME, making headlines and main eventing in the best of the best promotions the world has to offer?”
REBEL: “The trainees line up... because for three generations, The Wyld Family legacy has stood for wrestling excellence.”
AKIRA: “I AM the Wyld Family Legacy Rebel. You look at everything this family has accomplished, and tally up all the highest of the highs, and it’s not Dad’s name at the top of the list. It’s not Alyssa’s. It’s not YOURS. It’s MINE. And yet... you’ve all practically disowned me. Where’s the justice in that? Where’s the loyalty?”
***Rebel grimaces and stalks off down the hall past his brother. He makes it six steps before shaking his head and marching back up to Akira with a scowl on his face. He puts is finger right in the center of Akira’s chest.***
REBEL: “You want to know why we left to Japan? THIS. This right here. You are a TOXIC presence in any locker room you enter. You always have been. And when we are around you, we ALWAYS get dragged into your mess. You NEVER take accountably for your actions. You always have a chip on your shoulder. You run your mouth endlessly about what a raw deal you’ve been given. And for what Akira? You’ve made it. You’re a champion a dozen times over. What in the WORLD do you have to be pitied over?”
***Akira takes a step back... and momentarily lowers his gaze. Then he shakes his head and sneers at his brother.***
AKIRA: “You think you have me all figured out huh? You talk his big morally superior game. You think I’m just some diseased branch on out golden, pristine family tree? Then why don’t you be a man and put me in my place? You talk tough but can you back it up? The fact is that I passed you up in the ring a decade ago. The fact is that for all your high-ground smacktalk, you can’t do a damn thing about it because you’re not in my league.”
REBEL: “...I’m not here to fight you Akira.”
AKIRA: “Oh of course. You ALWAYS have to be the bigger man. How long are you going to keep beating THAT horse.”
***Rebel takes a deep breath, and holds up two fingers.***
REBEL: “Two things Akira... ONE, the last thing Nikki needs is to see us get bogged down in some pointless blood feud. She actually kind of idolizes you. That won’t last, but I’m not about to be the one to shatter her illusions. And TWO... I have ALWAYS had your number in the ring. No matter how many championships you win, or how many headlines you make. You could NEVER pin my shoulders to the mat. NOBODY knows you better than me. And you can take that to the bank.”
***Rebel brushes past Akira and then stops again and turns and looks at Akira’s kendo stick.***
REBEL: “You know... you’ve always been a jackass Akira. But there WAS a time when you could handle the messes you got yourself into on your own. You didn’t need a gang of thugs watching your back or a weapon strapped across it. If you ever want to hold your head up high and get out from under your WELL DESERVED reputation, maybe take a long hard look in the mirror and remember what it was that made you a success in the ring.”
***Rebel tugs on the strap of the kendo stick’s scabbard with one finger.***
REBEL: “It wasn’t THIS.
***He let’s the strap snap back to Akira’s chest, turns and makes his way down the hall, leaving Akira scowling by himself in the corridor. Fade to black.***
AKIRA: “I see you and Alyssa have been properly initiated to PWA. How’s it feel to have your asses handed to you by REAL competition?”
***Rebel cocks an eyebrow at his younger brother.***
REBEL: “Now I know you’re reaching for an insult. I’ve never heard you say a kind word about the Coldsnakes before.”
AKIRA: “Hey, that Cobra is a pain in the ass but those guys are a legit force in the ring. And there’s a whole locker room of guys like them here in PWA. Bet you three are regretting coming here now.”
REBEL: “Far from it. Its inspiring to be in the ring with the best in the world. We wouldn’t have it any other way.”
AKIRA: “Right... and that’s why you three have been hiding in Japan for the last decade.”
REBEL: “We’ve been COMPETING in the best promotions all over the world. The best that were willing to work with us that is. Thanks to YOU the name Wyld has become a dirty word in pro wrestling.”
AKIRA: “And yet those checks still keep coming in from the wrestling schools don’t they? There’s still dozens upon dozens of new trainees desperate to sit under the Wyld learning tree. Who’s been keeping that name alive and in the media Rebel? Has it been you? Fighting the good fight in the indies and across the ocean? Or has it been ME, making headlines and main eventing in the best of the best promotions the world has to offer?”
REBEL: “The trainees line up... because for three generations, The Wyld Family legacy has stood for wrestling excellence.”
AKIRA: “I AM the Wyld Family Legacy Rebel. You look at everything this family has accomplished, and tally up all the highest of the highs, and it’s not Dad’s name at the top of the list. It’s not Alyssa’s. It’s not YOURS. It’s MINE. And yet... you’ve all practically disowned me. Where’s the justice in that? Where’s the loyalty?”
***Rebel grimaces and stalks off down the hall past his brother. He makes it six steps before shaking his head and marching back up to Akira with a scowl on his face. He puts is finger right in the center of Akira’s chest.***
REBEL: “You want to know why we left to Japan? THIS. This right here. You are a TOXIC presence in any locker room you enter. You always have been. And when we are around you, we ALWAYS get dragged into your mess. You NEVER take accountably for your actions. You always have a chip on your shoulder. You run your mouth endlessly about what a raw deal you’ve been given. And for what Akira? You’ve made it. You’re a champion a dozen times over. What in the WORLD do you have to be pitied over?”
***Akira takes a step back... and momentarily lowers his gaze. Then he shakes his head and sneers at his brother.***
AKIRA: “You think you have me all figured out huh? You talk his big morally superior game. You think I’m just some diseased branch on out golden, pristine family tree? Then why don’t you be a man and put me in my place? You talk tough but can you back it up? The fact is that I passed you up in the ring a decade ago. The fact is that for all your high-ground smacktalk, you can’t do a damn thing about it because you’re not in my league.”
REBEL: “...I’m not here to fight you Akira.”
AKIRA: “Oh of course. You ALWAYS have to be the bigger man. How long are you going to keep beating THAT horse.”
***Rebel takes a deep breath, and holds up two fingers.***
REBEL: “Two things Akira... ONE, the last thing Nikki needs is to see us get bogged down in some pointless blood feud. She actually kind of idolizes you. That won’t last, but I’m not about to be the one to shatter her illusions. And TWO... I have ALWAYS had your number in the ring. No matter how many championships you win, or how many headlines you make. You could NEVER pin my shoulders to the mat. NOBODY knows you better than me. And you can take that to the bank.”
***Rebel brushes past Akira and then stops again and turns and looks at Akira’s kendo stick.***
REBEL: “You know... you’ve always been a jackass Akira. But there WAS a time when you could handle the messes you got yourself into on your own. You didn’t need a gang of thugs watching your back or a weapon strapped across it. If you ever want to hold your head up high and get out from under your WELL DESERVED reputation, maybe take a long hard look in the mirror and remember what it was that made you a success in the ring.”
***Rebel tugs on the strap of the kendo stick’s scabbard with one finger.***
REBEL: “It wasn’t THIS.
***He let’s the strap snap back to Akira’s chest, turns and makes his way down the hall, leaving Akira scowling by himself in the corridor. Fade to black.***