*** “Deus Irae” sounds through the arena as Damion Black comes out to the stage and down the ramp to the ring, followed by Derrik Arzon. Both men entered the ring and Black calls for a microphone. ***

BLACK: “We are only three weeks into this season and things are really starting to heat up in PWA. The NWC World Champion has world-class competition chasing that title. PWA Heavyweight Champion Akira Wyld has more pressure than he can say grace over. So, let’s pour some more gas on this fire and heat things up even more, what do you say?

“The PWA Light Heavyweight title has been sitting comfortable and quiet so far. Mighty Cobra may believe he has some sort of protection since joining the Devil’s Own, but that just isn’t the case. I have with me a man who I believe to be the #1 contender in the light heavyweight division and will receive a shot at Cobra’s Light Heavyweight championship. ‘Lightning’ Derrik Arzon has proven himself since he joined PWA. This man is a true competitor in every since of the word. He has all the skills necessary and he fights with the will and determination of men twice his size. Derrik, you have more than earned this title shot. Congratulations, son-”

*** “Bury Me with My Guns On” suddenly explodes through the arena speakers. Damion’s face darkens into a scowl as he turns towards the ramp. ***

BLACK: “Who in the Hell…”

*** Spencer Watts comes out from backstage with a microphone in hand and glaring into the ring at Black and Arzon.***

Watts: “Who in the Hell would have the balls to interrupt you? Is that what you were gonna say? Nah, that can’t be it because you KNOW ‘The Blueprint’ would never miss a chance to piss all over one of you’re ground breaking announcements. Look here Black, you and your Camp can run around here doing your best Spencer Watts impersonations and making life hell for the locker room, but when you put the light heavyweight division, MY DIVISION, in your sights, you best make sure you haven’t bitten off more than you can chew.”

*** Watts now at ringside making his way into the ring with Black and Arzon ***

BLACK: “Your division, huh? Funny, I don’t see a belt around your waist. In fact, wasn’t it you who dropped the belt to to that pint-sized ass hat Cobra in the first place?”

Watts: “You’re right, I got beat by a never-has-been wanna-be super hero in a mask. Even a blind squirrel finds a nut. But that’s how the business works. You get some guy who tugs on heart strings to be the underdog and shatter the dreams of the top guy. Look man, we both know that sooner rather than later, Mighty Numb Nuts is gonna drop the strap back to me and MY DIVISION will go back to being the best in PWA. Now that can’t happen if you throw your lackey to the front of the line. So be smart for once in your career and book me and Cobra.”

BLACK: “You know something, Watts? Maybe you’re on to something. So here’s what it’s going to be: you and Arzon will face each other and the winner gets Mighty Cobra for the Light Heavyweight championship! And just to make sure there’s no mistake, you will not have just one match. No, you two will be competing in a best of seven series! The first man to amass 4 decisions will be the undisputed #1 contender! The series will start next week on Battery! May the best man win! And Watts, when you lose the series, you will be headed to the back of the line.”

Watts: “Pft! If I can’t beat that mute mutt, the only line I’ll need to be moving to the back of is the unemployment line. See ya at Battery kid.”

*** Watts throws his microphone outside the ring and rolls through the ropes back through the crowd. ***