***Suddenly, the arena loud speakers erupt with a familiar song… and the former PWA Heavyweight Champion, Akira Wyld steps out of the entrance area.***

BLOOMFIELD: “Ladies and gentlemen, Akira Wyld is in the arena! This is the first time we have heard from the former champ since his heartbreaking loss the to The Spoiler last week on Battery! You have to be wondering what is going through the mind of The Surgical Specialist.”

***Wyld rolls into the ring and the paces back and forth with a microphone in his hand. He looks at the PWA Armada as the crowd cheers. The Surgical Specialist nods and raises the microphone.***

AKIRA: “At the beginning of this season… Damion Black stood in this ring and announced to the world that, as long as I was champion, I was ‘banished’ to PWA Battery. The owner of this company decreed that I would defend my title each and every episode of Battery until I lost my belt. He threw every member of the Camp and the PWA locker room at me, one after another, trying to break me physically and mentally. I fought Bobby Fame, Kevin Starr, Titus Love, Nemesis Rex, Average Jo, Rhett Holiday. Every week, I stepped into that ring and gave the PWA Armada my all. Every week I put my title and my soul on the line. And I did the PWA Title proud. I successfully defended my title TEN times in a row, turning back former champions, current title holders, and mystery opponents. No matter how much my grueling schedule battered me, I showed up and I gave it everything I had.”

***The crowd cheers and Akira pauses to take it all in.***

AKIRA: “Then… last week at Battery… my number was finally up. Last week at Battery, I fought the Spoiler, and I gave it everything I had. I hit that masked bastard with four consecutive Akira Kicks. I tied him in knots. I planted him with a Surgical Strike clean in the middle of the ring. But despite all that… at the end of the day, when they final bell rang… Spoiler got me. I have no excuses. Like the man said… I fought him on my BEST day… and I lost.”

***Akira lowers the mic and bites his lower lip. He stares off into the middle distance with a stoic and serious look on his face. He takes a deep breath and raises the mic.***

AKIRA: “Now… you might think I’d be bitter about that. You might think that, after all I fought for and after overcoming impossible odds for so many weeks, it would be a crushing blow to be beaten clean in the ring and lose the title I defended so viciously for so long. But here’s the thing. In ancient times, warriors would fast to bring clarity. They would put themselves through grueling physical trials in order to separate their souls from their bodies, and view the world the way the spirits did. Through their sacrifices… they would gain the wisdom and perspective to see the solutions to their problems that they were otherwise blind to. PWA Battery was MY vision quest. My too-brief journey with the PWA title was the trial that gave me the perspective I needed to move forward. And I stand before you all now, a little wiser than I was at the start of the season. I lost my title… but I gained the clarity that I was lacking when Damion Black introduced the Camp to PWA.”

***Akira looks over at the entrance ramp and narrows his eyes.***

AKIRA: “I’d like to use that clarity now to do something that is a long time coming. Damion Black… I know you’re backstage right now. I know you’ve been listening to every word I’ve said, waiting for the perfect moment to come down with the Camp and shut me up. Well… that time is now Black. But do me a favor. Come alone. Come down here and meet me face to face. We’ve got business to discuss, and you’re going to want to hear what I have to say.”

***After a moment, Damion Black steps through the entrance area, flanked by Brawler Beckett on one side and the Masked Saboteurs on the other. The quartet stops on the ramp and Black stares down Akira for a long moment. Akira looks back at him but does not move. Black laughs briefly under his breath, and whispers to Brawler Beckett. Beckett nods and beckons for the Saboteurs to head to the back. Beckett and the masked men leave Black alone on the ramp. Black and Akira stare at each other a long moment longer… and then Black walks slowly to the ring.***

BLOOMFIELD: “Damion Black is headed to the ring, and at least for the moment, the Camp is not accompanying him. This is about to get very interesting ladies and gentlemen.”

***Black enters the ring and stares across at Akira. Akira takes a step to the middle of the ring. Black hesitates… and mirrors his gesture. The two men stare into each other’s eyes coldly. After a long moment, Akira raises his microphone to speak.***

AKIRA: “Damion, believe it or not, I’m not here to fight. You see… I meant what I said about clarity. While I held your company’s PWA Heavyweight Championship on Battery… I had a chance to watch you and the Camp wage your war on PWA from the sidelines. I had the opportunity to see how you backed up your words with action. To see what lines you were willing to cross and what values you really stood for. And you know what I realized?”

***Black says nothing but raises an eyebrow.***

AKIRA: “We aren’t that different. The Camp and the PWA locker room… two sides of the same coin. Time and time again, I watched the Camp attack and brutalize opponents in the ring. Over and over I watched PWA fight back just as viciously. On Assault, I watched you and your team answer force with force and injure good men because they stood in your way. And then I watched PWA wrestlers fire back with light tubes and shinai, trading blood for blood. Neither side has clean hands in this war.”

***Black sneers at Wyld and nods subtly.. Akira raises his eyebrows and leans in toward Black.***

AKIRA: “You know what else I saw? When it came time to fight for titles… I watched you stand back and let your fellow Camp members account for themselves in the ring. There were a lot of times you could have used your power and influence to cheat and get championship gold by gaming the system. And time and again… you didn’t do that. You know what that told me Damion? It told me that you have principals. It told me that, for all the ways we disagree… you really feel that the Camp stands for something and had a responsibility to defend that claim in the ring. It was that realization that kept me going after I lost the title to Spoiler. Because the Camp HAS a sense of honor. And because of that… for the first time, I see a path out of this war.”

***Akira holds out his hands and gestures at the arena.***

AKIRA: “Look out there Black… look at the PWA Armada. This is all really about them. You haven’t shuttered PWA’s doors yet because you need to prove to THEM that the Camp was right. It’s not enough to beat us. You have to humiliate and defeat us in front of them. The titles are part of it… but as long as they see strength in the PWA locker room, you haven’t completed your mission. So… I say let’s work together, to give the world exactly what you want.”

***Black cocks his head.***

AKIRA: “We have one last Supercard on our horizon. One last gigantic show under the PWA banner. I say… let’s end this rivalry once and for all… in front of the PWA Armada on the biggest stage in the world. One massive event… PWA vs The Camp… winner take all. You want to snuff out the last light of the resistance? Then put us all on trial. Every match a PWA wrestler faces a Camp wrestler… and whoever wins the most matches at the end of the evening wins the war. One night… one opportunity for you to get everything you want. Beat us where it counts… and then close the doors knowing you accomplished everything you set out to. BUT… if we win, you put this bullshit behind you and this war is over.”

***Black smirks, and then outwardly laughs in Akira’s face.***

BLACK: “Really? THIS is your great clarity? You want The Camp to bet everything it has gained, put it all on the line, when PWA has nothing to lose? You know, for all our similarities, there is one major difference between us: I hold ALL the cards! ALL the leverage! You have NOTHING! No sway, no belt, no leg to stand on! You are completely useless, helpless, and at my mercy! Why would I put everything the Camp has earned, has proven on the line when I could just as easily fire you and drive one more nail into PWA’s coffin?”

***Akira stares at Black… and slowly nods.***

AKIRA: “You know what? That’s a good question. In a lot of ways… you’ve already won. There’s nothing preventing you from doing that right now. Except… then you’d let me go knowing that the last time you had me in the ring, you let me get away with this.”

***Akira dives in and Akira Kicks Black in the jaw! Black stumbles back into the ropes! As he rebounds he walks right into a Rolling Akira Lock! Wyld rolls Black onto his back and starts cranking on Black’s neck and shoulder!***

BLOOMFIELD: “Akira has attacked Damion Black! He’s choking out the owner of PWA!!”

***Black flails his free arm and scream’s inarticulately for help! After a moment, Brawler Beckett and the Masked Sabotuers come running out of the backstage area, a look of panic on their faces. The Sabotuers make it to the ring first and advance on Wyld. Akira drops Black with a thud and rolls quickly to his feet. He trades blows with both Sabotuers, and after ducking under a clothesline from Sab #1, manages to Akira Kick Sab #2 over the top rope! Beckett rushes the ring and delivers a hard elbow to Akira and he and Sab #1 begin putting the boots to the former champion. Just then, Alyssa Wyld, The Factor, La Nieve and the House of Snow all appear in the entrance area and sprint at the ring, assaulting Beckett and the Saboteurs! Damion Black rolls to the outside just as the Factor leaps over him and delivers a sharp knee to the side of the head of Brawler Beckett. Black gets to his knees and stumbles up the ramp, gesturing wildly at the entrance area, demanding that the Camp back up their teammates! But instead of the Camp… Armageddon steps calmly through the entrance area and begins advancing on Black. Black begs off as Suharto hammers him in the temple with a forearm shot that sends him stumbling toward Vasili, who drops the PWA owner with a vicious headbutt! Just then, Nakamura Yamasaki and Yuri Kruschiev run from the backstage area and begin exchanging blows with Armageddon! Black crawls up the ramp, his hair disheveled and his tie pulled awkwardly to the side. He looks back at the ring where PWA and the Camp are brawling all over the arena. The crowd explodes as a furious Black grits his teeth and seethes. He stumbles backstage… and returns a moment later with a microphone in hand.***

BLACK: “Alright, you son of a bitch! You want utter humiliation?! You want utter destruction?! YOU’VE GOT IT!!! At PWA Immortal, every title is on the line! Every match will be PWA vs. The Camp! If The Camp loses more matches than PWA, then The Camp will disband FOREVER!!”

***The crowd erupts in cheers.***

BLACK: “SHUT! UP! you neanderthals! Because WHEN The Camp wins, PWA will be DONE, and… the Wyld Academy of Wrestling must also CLOSE ITS DOORS!!!!! All or nothing!!!! And Wyld, I am not letting you go, not now! At PWA Immortal, you and me! One more time! And I swear to GOD ABOVE I will rend you limb from limb!!!!”

***The camera focuses on a raging Black as the show cuts to commercial.***