The hot guitar licks of Specter General’s ‘Nothin’s Gonna Stand in Our Way’ erupt from the arena speakers as the familiar lights and pyros of Akira Wyld explode around the PWA Assault entrance ramp. After a few moments, An unhappy looking Akira Wyld appears center stage and begins making his way to the ring. His eyes are narrowed and his mouth is turned up into a vaguely contemptuous sneer. As he approaches he ring he calls for a microphone. Once in the ring, Wyld takes turns ascending each of the four turnbuckles, pausing at the top of each to survey the Prestige Wrestling crowd with a look of disdain. He leaps down from the final buckle and begins pacing in the ring. Finally, he takes a deep breath and brushes his silver hair out of his eyes.
WYLD: “What you people just witnessed… was nothing less than pro wrestling history in the making. For the first time in more than ten years, Akira Wyld has returned to a North American wrestling ring.”
WYLD: “But of course… I didn’t expect most of you ignorant sheep to recognize that. No… if there’s one thing I’ve learned in my 16 year career… it’s that wrestling fans are fickle and their memories are short. Its 2017 and if you aren’t trending on social media shilling yourself on talk shows everybody forgets who you are. Never mind the fact that the Wyld Wrestling Family redefined professional wrestling in the 90s. Never mind the fact that a decade ago I was a decorated E-Fed world champion selling our arenas that would put this organization greatest aspirations to shame. No… in the dirty business of sports entertainment’ it’s always ‘What have you done for me lately?’. So no… I don’t expect to you people to recognize the talent standing before you. That’s ok… you’ll learn in time.“
WYLD: “I should be main eventing this show. Hell… there should be a tournament with the winner being given the honor of stepping into the ring with the Surgical Specialist. But no… instead of me just being given the respect that I rightfully deserve… I have to come out here in front of all you people and do this.”
Wyld turns his gaze to the entrance ramp and points a finger to the stage door leading to the backstage area.
WYLD: “Listen up! My name is Akira Wyld. I am the best wrestler in the world, and I guarantee that there is NOBODY in the entire PWA locker room that can beat me. I am officially challenging any wrestler in the building to a match… right here, right now. If anyone has the guts… lace up your boots… and step between these ropes.”