The Wyld Family has arrived...

[Quillz]

***A nondescript, white, 2009 mini-van pulls into to the parking lot of the PWA Arena. It comes to a stop in the front row of the largely empty parking lot. The driver-side door of the sensible rental vehicle opens, and a fit-looking middle-aged man with dark hair and olive-toned skin steps out. He is dressed in a pair of tapered charcoal-colored jeans and an athletic windbreaker. The jacket is cobalt blue and emblazoned with the logo of the G.W.S.W. on its right breast. The man’s dark, medium length hair hangs haphazardly in his eyes. There are light flecks of grey in the beard stubble of his otherwise youthful looking face. The man narrows his eyes and exhales slowly as he looks at the crown-shaped logo that sits atop the building’s main entrance.

A moment later, the passenger-side door of the van opens up and a tall, lean, dark-haired woman in her late 30s steps out. Her olive skin matches the man’s, but unlike him, she has a streak of dyed gunmetal silver in her hair. She is wearing an athletic tank-top that shows off a toned and fit physique.

Behind the woman, the side passenger door of the van opens and a teenage girl wearing earbuds and sunglasses slides out to the pavement. The punky teen is wearing a short leather skirt over torn fishnet stockings and black and white Converse shoes. She has a miniature denim backpack on over a cut-off black AC/DC tank top. Her hair is a silver dyed mop that obscures her eyes. Her pierced nose is buried in a kindle tablet, which she lowers as she exits the vehicle. The girl walks up to the woman and loudly pops a pink bubblegum bubble through her dramatic black lipstick.***

TEENAGE GIRL: “So this is the place, huh mom?”

WOMAN: “This is it. Welcome to the PWA Arena.”

TEENAGE GIRL: “Cool. So are how we handling this? I vote we do ‘prison rules’. Walk through the door and kick in the teeth of the toughest jack-hole we see. Show em’ that The Wyld Family is here and we mean business.”

WOMAN: “I don’t think that will be necessary Nikki.”

***The man chuckles under his breath and folds his arms.***

MAN: “I’m with your daughter on this one Alyssa. The PWA is a lion’s den of fierce competition. If we want to make an impact, we’d better be prepared to knock a few heads together.”

***Alyssa Wyld turns to the man and raises an eyebrow. He smiles back at her.”

MAN: “I’m joking.”

ALYSSA WYLD: “Hilarious. But seriously Rebel, how do we handle this? Our brother Akira has made a hell of a name for himself here. What do we do when his enemies come gunning for us?”

REBEL WYLD: “We take that as it comes. We didn’t come here to be Akira’s keeper. We came here because PWA is where the best in the world compete.”

***Alyssa Wyld narrows her eyes at her older brother and nods.***

ALYSSA: “Right... ‘that’s’ why you’re here. Rebel, you know what dad said.”

REBEL: “I’ve left that self-centered jerk Akira alone for 17 years... I know that’s what dad wanted. As long as he steers clear of me, his business is his business.”

ALYSSA: “Right. Well I make no such promises. Akira is an ass and if he so much as looks at me the wrong way I’ll kick his perfect teeth in.”

NIKKI WYLD: “Is this a twin thing?”

ALYSSA: “It’s a, ‘I’ve been dealing with this ass since the day I was born and I’m over it’, thing.”

NIKKI: “That’s my uncle you’re talking about there.”

ALYSSA: “Don’t remind me.”

REBEL: “We have our work cut out for us here. Akira has spent the past three years dragging our family name through the mud. It’s time we reminded the world what The Wyld Family is all about.”

NIKKI: “Kick ass. Get ready PWA! We’re here and we’re taking over!”

ALYSSA: “Actions speak louder than words Nikki. One step at a time.”

NIKKI: “To hell with that! I want to fight Damion Black for control of the company!”

***Rebel and Alyssa exchange a look.***

REBEL: “Like niece like uncle?”

ALYSSA: “Don’t even joke about that.”

***The three wrestlers head through the double doors into the arena.***