After Assault with the Core of the Union ...

[Stu]

***The scene opens backstage shortly after the main event of PWA Assault. Backstage reporter Ronnie Stockholm and a PWA camera crew have caught up with Akira Wyld and Brawler Beckett. Wyld is pacing back and forth with a far away look in his eye and his Union Dues kendo stick slung over his shoulder. Brawler Beckett is holding an ice pack to his neck and wincing. Both wrestlers are sweating and still breathing hard after their match.***

STOCKHOLM: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m backstage here with Akira Wyld and Brawler Beckett of the Union. Gentlemen... we just witnessed a classic tag-team contest between the two of you, and the unlikely combination of Brian Fury and Derrick Arzon. In what many are calling the match of the season, The Union stood strong over absolutely intense competition. What do you have to say in the wake of this amazing contest?”

WYLD: “Stockholm, what you saw out there was the Union doing what it does best. We strike hard, we get results, and we send a message to the PWA locker room that WE are in charge. WE have control. And when you try to stand up to the Union, you always end up paying your Union Dues.”

STOCKHOLM: “Regarding the end of the match... after an epic 30 minute battle with many attempted finishes, your team scored a narrow victory when you surprised Derrick Arzon with a textbook Grecoplex.”

WYLD: “I’m the Surgical Specialist you jackass. I can finish a match a thousand different ways.”

STOCKHOLM: “So, after your recent encounters with your siblings here in PWA... there’s no deeper significance to you pulling a signature move from your father’s playbook to finish this match?”

WYLD: “What the hell are you getting at you stuffed suit? I have nothing to do with those hangers-on. The ONLY faction here in PWA that means anything is The Union.”

STOCKHOLM: “In recent weeks it has appeared as if there might be some growing frictions in the Union. After your failed attempt at a PWA coup at the end of last season, there are those who are predicting that The Union might be on the verge of collapse. Tonight we saw what appeared to be some dissension in the ranks. After you directed the Union to leave the ringside area, Brawler Beckett was left on his own to...”

***Beckett winces and leans into the microphone, elbowing Akira out of the way.***

BECKETT: "Let me clarify this, as you and the peons to whom you pander through the camera seem unable to comprehend the obvious on your own, mush. The name over the marquee is, 'Assault.' ASSAULT! THAT is what you witnessed here this evening! The Union is more than a - a - what did you say? Faction? Idiot! The Union are a force of nature! Look at what just happened out there! A muscle-headed thug and a later day fanboy tried to get the better of a pair of champion-caliber athletes! Akira Wyld, an indomitable competitor, the apex of pro-wrestling athleticism, relentless as a flood!

"Myself- well, I need not brag, you've only to look at what they resorted to! Double-teaming is par for the course in tag-team matches, but I had Akira's back at every turn! I withstood an onslaught to do so! And when all else failed, the big man, that everyone is so afraid of, resorted to a cowardly attack on my person, pulling BRASS KNUCKLES to take me out, and yet … here I stand! These men who opposed us are formidable, certainly, but they are simply NOT in our class!

"And as for your rather veil-thin assertion that there are cracks in the foundations, understand that Akira Wyld did NOT turn his back on me; he knew that, as I did during the match, as I have since the foundation of the Union, as I will from here on, I HAVE his back! He trusts me as I trust him! This is not just a business deal, this is a brotherhood! Bank on it, you mic-sucking moron! The world called for an Assault? Well, NOW you will get one, and God help those who do not take cover!"

*** Slapping the mic out of Stockholm's hand, Beckett storms off. Akira nods and points after him as he turns back to the camera crew.***

WYLD: “You see that Stockholm? LOYALTY. TRUST. RESPECT. These are the words that men like Brawler Beckett and I live by. The two of us were here at the beginning. Before anyone believed in our vision... we were there for each other. And through that bond, the Union will always stand strong. Now get out of my way. We have some celebrating to do.”

***Wyld heads down the hall toward the Union dressing room. Stockholm nods to the camera and the screen fades to black.***