*Pantaro helps Spencer Watts back to his feet after the match ends and shakes the young man’s hand, then raises Spencer’s arm and the crowd cheers wildly for the up-and-comer. Spencer shakes Pantaro’s hand again and exits the ring. The crowd begins a chant of “Wel-come back!” to Pantaro as he bows in acknowledgement to each side of the ring. As he bows to the 4th side facing the entrance, “Fairies Wear Boots” by Black Sabbath hits and Brawler Beckett steps through the curtain dressed in his ring attire and a hoodie, mic in hand. Pantaro looks wary as Beckett fairly saunters down the aisle and climbs into the ring.*

Beckett: “Hello, love. I know I’m the last person you want to see right now, Pantie, but I want you to know that tonight … *crowd jeers* … I CAN WAIT!” *Gradually, they die down.* “Tonight, I have come … to help you.”

*Beckett turns to the fans.* “This America of yours is supposed to be the land of opportunity, yes? I mean, even I have come here looking for the kind of challenge that suits an athlete of my caliber, to advance my own game.” *Faces Pantaro* “You … you came here not only to advance your career, but to help a friend in need. Even I can’t fault that, love; I have few enough friends of my own.” *Chants of “YOU SUCK!” break out through the arena.*

Beckett: “Not only … not only do I want you to have the opportunity you deserve, but I want to protect it. I want to make sure that nothing stands in the way of your eventual chance at facing the greatest wrestler in this promotion – that’s me, love – nor otherwise cheats you out of it. Your chance means as much to me as does my own chance here on these golden shores. I think it would be unfair, catastrophic, in fact, for anyone who does not belong here to steal the hard-earned opportunities that you and I have fought so hard to earn for ourselves; wouldn’t you agree?”

*Pantaro stares stoically at Beckett before giving a very slight nod.*

Beckett: “To that end, mush, I’m privy to a bit of news that I’d like to share with all of you. Someone has made an anonymous call to the Department of Immigration, saying that someone in the PWA is here without work papers, and- ah here they are. Officers,” *Immigration officers coming down the aisle toward the ring.* “Officers, right here.” *to Pantaro* “Not to worry, Pantie, I’ve got this.”

Gary Bloomfield: “This is unbelievable! Folks I don’t know what Beckett has planned here, but don’t you think for one moment, as these ICE officers make their way to ringside, that Beckett is going to do anything to help Pantaro, who he has accused of trying to take Beckett out physically for his friend Snow! Beckett’s the kind of guy that would call Immigration on Pantaro, and I’d bet a month’s paycheck that’s what’s happening here tonight!”

*Beckett pulls an envelope from the hoodie.* “Here, officer, here are my papers. You’ll find they’re all in order.” *A few moments of the lead officer looking through them, some announcer banter, then he hands them back and asks something, pointing at Pantaro.* “He’s suffered a bit of a throat injury, officer. Fortunately, I can read lips; allow me to interpret.” *Looks at Pantaro.* “Come on, love, where’s your papers? Tell me, and I’ll tell them.” *Pantaro mouths something.* “What- what do you mean you don’t?” *Fans erupt in outrage* “Wait! Wait! Hold on, perhaps I misunderstood! Let’s try this again. Where … are … your … papers … Pantie?” *Pantaro voicelessly shouts at Beckett, then pleadingly to the officers.* “Pantie, no! I can’t tell them that, they’ll arrest you for certain.” *Pantaro lunges at Beckett, who backs off quickly and lets the officers restrain the enraged masked wrestler.* “Well, if you don’t tell me so I can tell them, then I’m afraid that these fine officers will have to incarcerate you until-”

*All audio is drowned out by the audiences cries for Beckett’s blood. As Pantaro is subdued and cuffed by the efforts of a half-dozen officers, Beckett wears a self-satisfied smirk. The officers drag Pantaro out of the ring, perhaps with some announcer banter. When Pantaro is about half-way up the aisle, Beckett shouts into the mic:* “Not to worry, mate; I’m in your corner!” *Pantaro lurches back toward the ring, but the officers, now helped by PWA security, finally drag him to the back. Trash and food are hurled into the ring at Beckett, who is now openly grinning, even chuckling a bit. He begins to say something else, but cannot be heard over the bloodthirsty din, so he drops the mic and walks up the aisle to the back, pelted the whole long way.*

Bloomfield: “This is outrageous! Ladies and gentlemen, let me assure that Pantaro has gone through all of the proper channels to be able to wrestle in the U.S.! Of course he doesn’t have his papers on him, he just competed in a match! Pantaro couldn’t even defend himself verbally because of the heinous attack two weeks ago from Beckett! Let me assure you that we will get this mess sorted out! Brawler Beckett, you are a disgrace!”