*The familiar electric guitar riffs echo in the arena as Akira Wyld makes his way to the ring, showered with a chorus of boos from the audience. As Wyld makes his way down the aisle he scowls a smile at the angry crowd.  He grabs a microphone from a stagehand and rolls into the ring.*

WYLD:  “The script is the same but the story has changed.”

*Wyld smugly nods at the crowd and waits a pregnant pause before speaking again.*

WYLD:  “Last week I came down here to this ring and aired some very reasonable, very justifiable grievances.  Last week, on the inaugural episode of PWA Assault, this company’s braintrust had the nerve to leave me, Akira Wyld, completely off the card. I didn’t know whether to be insulted at their sheer disrespect, or at their blistering stupidity.  But hey… I’m a problem solver. So what I did, was I came down to this ring and issued an open challenge to any wrestler in the back to come out and face me in a match.”

*Wyld looks at the floor as he begins to pace back and forth in the ring.*

WYLD:  “And who answered that challenge?  Brian… FURY.”

*Wyld stops and glares at the crowd as a loud dueling chorus of “KNOCK-OUT/TAP-OUT” erupts in the arena. At first, Wyld looks annoyed but after a moment he shrugs and nods, holding the microphone out to soak in the chant.*

WYLD:  “Oh you know his catch phrase do you?  You like that huh?  Ok… ok I’ll give you that one. I’ll be honest, when I heard his music fire up, I got scared.  I’m man enough to admit that.  Brian Fury is a legend.  He’s a monster. Any wrestler in the world would feel a cold chill run up his spine at the thought of facing a sadist like him in the ring. But guess what wrestling fans? I’m Akira Wyld. I stare down man and monster alike, and I beat each and every competitor that steps between those ropes. Because that’s what champions do!  I I locked horns with THE Brian Fury… and I won.  Hell, I’ll give Fury more credit than that… I ‘survived’.  Brian Fury is a monster any way you slice it… so let me ask you this.  What does that make the man who was able to beat him in the middle of the ring?”

*Wyld smugly nods and raises his fist high in the air.*

WYLD: “It makes ME the man to beat.  And even though this asinine promotion saw fit to snub me for a second week in a row, it doesn’t matter!  Because I’m here with ‘another’ open challenge. Only this time it’s a little different.  last week I beat your very best.  And as far as I’m concerned, that means I have this federation’s number!  So who’s next PWA?  I’m Akira Wyld and I will beat ANY man that walks down that aisle. God as my witness you people  WILL take me seriously, and give me the respect I damn well deserve!”

*Wyld throws down his mic and backs up into the corner opposite the entrance ramp and leans back against the ropes.  He raises his hands in a ‘come get me’ gesture and smiles cockily.*