Akira wants a match...

[Quillz]

***The scene opens in front of a silver and cobalt backdrop. PWA’s Akira Wyld is pacing back and forth in front of the camera. His ribs are taped from his repeated ambushes by Victor Sokolov.***

WYLD: “For two consecutive weeks, The Siberian Psychopath, Victor Sokolov has left me laying. First in the halls of the PWA Arena, and then on my back in an iNCW ring. Sokolov is a monster plain and simple. He’s one of the strongest and most vicious men this sport has ever seen. But every time he’s come for me... it’s been in a blind ambush. That tells me that Sokolov knows just how dangerous a man Akira Wyld can be. Sokolov wants me taken out... but he doesn’t want to do it face to face in a ring. Why? Because Sokolov is smarter than he looks.”

***Akira paces back and forth.***

WYLD: “I’m Akira Wyld, the best damn technical wrestler the Fire Pro ring has ever seen. I’ve been beating odds and moving immovable objects for nearly 20 years in arenas all over the world. There is NOBODY in this world who can make an easy meal of the Surgical Specialist. I don’t care if you’re Kazuma, Brian Fury, or Damion Black, if you step into the ring with Akira Wyld, you do so with the odds stacked against you. Everywhere I go, I climb to the top of the mountain. I’m a former GWSW tag-team champion, a two-time IWF International Champion, the Pro Wrestling SHAFT Heavyweight Champion, and the first ever NWC World Champion. Victor Sokolov may be an unhinged madman... but I think he’s also smart enough to realize that his best chance of beating me in the ring is to soften me up by blindsiding me every chance he gets.”

***Akira stops pacing and glares at the camera.***

WYLD: “Well that crap ends now. This week on Assault, I’m going to be in the building. And I’m going to be there with one goal in mind. You want a piece of me, big man? I dare you to come to ringside and take me on. Face-to-face, man-to-man. You may not be a PWA licensed wrestler... but I know exactly who I need to talk to to make this match happen.”

***Akira walks off camera as the screen fades to black.***

[Quillz]

***The scene opens backstage at the PWA Arena. Damion Black sits at a desk in his personal office, talking on the phone. Suddenly, the door bursts open and Akira Wyld enters the room. Black glances up at the furious looking Wyld and exhales a long breath out of his nose. Without breaking eye-contact with Wyld, Black speaks into the phone.***

BLACK: “...I’ll have to call you back. Something just came up that requires my... attention.”

***Black puts the phone on its cradle and leans back in his seat. He grips the arms of his office chair tightly as he glares at Wyld. Akira marches up to his desk and looks down at the owner of PWA with a look of disdain.***

BLACK: “Well... if it isn’t Akira Wyld. I was wondering how long it would take you to...”

WYLD: “Save it Black. I’m not here today for you, or Ecks or anyone in your stupid cartel. Tonight I want to talk to you about just one man.”

***Black just stares at Wyld coolly.***

WYLD: “I don’t know what role you’re playing in this, but I’m done playing games with that son-of-a-bitch from iNCW. Black... this ends at Assault. I don’t care what you have to do to make it happen, I want a chance to end this face-to-face. You want me taken out? Then tell that monster to walk down that aisle and fight me.”

***Black raises an eyebrow.***

BLACK: "Allow me to reitirate so that there is certain clarity between us: you want me to contact a rival wrestling promotion and request a particular member of their talent to compete in a PWA ring so that a score can be settled?"

WYLD: “You’re damn right I do. Then, once I’ve settled that score... I’m coming for your boy Ecks. And then I’m coming for you.”

***Black remains silent for awhile. He sizes up Wyld and then flatly speaks.***

BLACK: "Well, who am I to stand in the way of such a noble and lofty goal as revenge? Consider your request granted, and may it bring you all the satisfaction you deserve. Now, your presence is tiresome. Leave."

***Akira lingers a moment longer, and the two men stare at each other in tense silence. Then Akira turns and leaves without another word.***