***Cameras in the hallways of the Pechanga Arena race towards a commotion. Loud banging and crashing, raised voices and almost inaudible swearing come from a closed door. Standing against the closed door, shiny platinum Light Heavyweight belt on his should, is Brawler Beckett. Terry Schneider runs forward to Beckett, microphone in hand.***
SCHNEIDER: “Brawler Beckett, this is the dressing room of Damion Black! What is going on in there!?!”
BECKETT: "Prima, it is Mr. Beckett, or Mstr. Champion, from the likes of you, Terrace. Secunda, were it any of your business, I would tell you-"
*** more swearing and crashing is heard***
BECKETT: "... it is a private matter therein, and no statement is as yet to be issued."
SCHNEIDER: “What about the sudden appearance of Akira Wyld? Has Damion given any indication of how he will respond?”
BECKETT: "No statement is as yet to be issued. On the other hand, mush, perhaps you'd care to discuss the glory of my title defense-"
SCHNEIDER: “Does Damion Black feel he’s been embarrassed by Spencer Watts-“
***Suddenly, the door is thrown wide open. Beckett smoothly steps to the side, his smirk never faltering, as an enraged Damion Black, disheveled, sweaty, veins bulging from his forehead and neck, both hands clasped on either side of the doorway, leans forward menacingly toward Terry Schneider.***
BLACK: “The Devil take Spencer Watts, and he’s welcome to his soul! The ONLY reason I lost tonight is because of that dirty, stinking ASP, AKIRA WYLD!!!! Watts is not better than me! He will NEVER be better than me!!!!!! AKIRRRAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE A MARKED MAN!!!!!! MARKED, DO YOU HERE ME?!?!??!?!?”
***Damion slams the door, causing everyone but Beckett to jump. Beckett smoothly resumes his place in front of the door.***
BECKETT: “Any other questions, gentlemen?”
***Schneider can do nothing but shake uncontrollably in response. After a moment, Beckett lifts his hand and shoos the interview crew away.***
Post-PWA: Black
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Re: Post-PWA: Black
***The scene opens on a backstage set at the PWA Arena. Former NWC champion Akira Wyld paces back and forth in front of the camera, his silver hair hanging in his face. He stops and gives the camera a cold stare.***
WYLD: “I had a lot of time last season to reflect on my career and how I ended up where I did. For more than two weeks, I spent my days lying in a hospital bed with an IV drip connected to my arm. Being beaten within an inch of your life has a way of making you think hard about the decisions that put you on your path.”
***Akira breathes deeply and shakes his head.***
WYLD: “The fact is... every major career decision I made over the past 20 years played a part in putting me in that hospital bed. For nearly two decades, I attacked this industry with a huge chip on my shoulder. I fueled my fire with delusions of paranoia and fear that I could never live up to my dad’s long shadow.”
***Akira flexes the fingers on his hand.***
WYLD: “I let that fear poison my soul, and I brought all that poison with me to PWA. I’m not going to sugar-coat it. I deserved to fall hard for what I put the PWA locker room through. I was sick and in pain, and I took all of my darkest thoughts out on the wrestlers that I thought most exemplified the kind of man I was afraid I would never be. If I’m being honest, that’s why I targeted Damion Black in the first place. It wasn’t because he was such a bastard back in Pro Wrestling SHAFT. It was because it seemed like it was so easy for him to leave all that behind and be a better man. Sure... I knew that there was a possibility it was all an act. But my biggest fear was that he was sincere. Because if he could turn around, why couldn’t I?”
***Akira stares off camera.***
WYLD: “The bottom line is that I made my own bed. I was an asshole and a lot of people will say that I got what I had coming. And they’re probably right. But regardless of what I’ve done... the fact is that Damion Black has a hell of a lot to answer for too. I can’t change the past, but I can put a stop to Black and give PWA a better future. So... I may not deserve a chance at redemption, but I’m taking one anyway. I don’t know where I stand with the PWA Armada... and I guess at the end of the day it doesn’t matter. Because I’m not a good guy. I’m not going to take Black down because I’m the hero of this story.”
***Akira glares at the camera.***
WYLD: “I’m going to do it because Black tried to kill me... and I’ll be damned if he’s going to get away with it. This season, I’m going to tear down everything Black built up. And I’m going to do it for the right reasons this time. So if you side with Damion Black, consider yourself marked. Akira Wyld is back, and one way or the other... I’m going to set right what I knocked down.”
***Akira exhales and walks off camera. The screen lingers on the set for a moment... then fades to black.***
WYLD: “I had a lot of time last season to reflect on my career and how I ended up where I did. For more than two weeks, I spent my days lying in a hospital bed with an IV drip connected to my arm. Being beaten within an inch of your life has a way of making you think hard about the decisions that put you on your path.”
***Akira breathes deeply and shakes his head.***
WYLD: “The fact is... every major career decision I made over the past 20 years played a part in putting me in that hospital bed. For nearly two decades, I attacked this industry with a huge chip on my shoulder. I fueled my fire with delusions of paranoia and fear that I could never live up to my dad’s long shadow.”
***Akira flexes the fingers on his hand.***
WYLD: “I let that fear poison my soul, and I brought all that poison with me to PWA. I’m not going to sugar-coat it. I deserved to fall hard for what I put the PWA locker room through. I was sick and in pain, and I took all of my darkest thoughts out on the wrestlers that I thought most exemplified the kind of man I was afraid I would never be. If I’m being honest, that’s why I targeted Damion Black in the first place. It wasn’t because he was such a bastard back in Pro Wrestling SHAFT. It was because it seemed like it was so easy for him to leave all that behind and be a better man. Sure... I knew that there was a possibility it was all an act. But my biggest fear was that he was sincere. Because if he could turn around, why couldn’t I?”
***Akira stares off camera.***
WYLD: “The bottom line is that I made my own bed. I was an asshole and a lot of people will say that I got what I had coming. And they’re probably right. But regardless of what I’ve done... the fact is that Damion Black has a hell of a lot to answer for too. I can’t change the past, but I can put a stop to Black and give PWA a better future. So... I may not deserve a chance at redemption, but I’m taking one anyway. I don’t know where I stand with the PWA Armada... and I guess at the end of the day it doesn’t matter. Because I’m not a good guy. I’m not going to take Black down because I’m the hero of this story.”
***Akira glares at the camera.***
WYLD: “I’m going to do it because Black tried to kill me... and I’ll be damned if he’s going to get away with it. This season, I’m going to tear down everything Black built up. And I’m going to do it for the right reasons this time. So if you side with Damion Black, consider yourself marked. Akira Wyld is back, and one way or the other... I’m going to set right what I knocked down.”
***Akira exhales and walks off camera. The screen lingers on the set for a moment... then fades to black.***
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