***Slowly, Snow and Junior Cobra drag themselves to their feet following their dramatic ‘championship’ match. Cobra looks punch drunk while Snow looks irritated and a bit confused about how he ended up here. As Cobra stumbles over to the ropes, Derrick Arzon slides into the ring. He quickly runs over to Cobra to comfort him… but then stops short in the center of the ring. He turns to Snow with a conflicted look on his face. Giant Anaconda plods into the ring and eyes Arzon with suspicion. He walks over and grabs Arzon by the arm and jerks him toward the Coldsnakes’ corner. Seeing this, Snow shakes his head and calls to a ringside attendant for a microphone. The stagehand tosses Snow a mic and he marches dutifully toward Arzon.***

BLOOMFIELD: “Folks, stay with us… it looks as if we might still have some drama unfolding in the ring.”

***Snow approaches Cobra and spins him around to face him.***

SNOW: “Cobra… end this now. Arzon is not a puppet on a string. He is his own man and he deserves his freedom!”

***Cobra scratches his head furiously and trudges up to Snow, grabbing Arzon by the arm and dragging him along as he goes. He snatches Snow’s microphone from his hand with a sneer.***

COBRA: “Where do you get off Snowball?! You think I’m keeping Arzon here against his will? Open your eyes! Derrick here is exactly where he wants to be! He’s running with the mother-lovin’ COLDSNAKES man! Who could ask for anything more!?”

SNOW: “…are you asking me? Because frankly…”

COBRA: “WHO I ask ya?! Look, here’s the score Snowdrift. Derrick Arzon is the biggest Coldsnakes fan in the history of the world! He’d lick the gum from the bottom of our shoes just to get a taste of the teeth that the Coldsnakes kicked in! Who are you to tell D-Bag here that he can’t idolize who he wants?!”

***Cobra goes nose to nose with Snow as Arzon stands between them looking sheepishly at the ground.***

SNOW: “Maybe at one time Derrick Arzon idolized you… but I think that any man with a brain can see by now that you are just using him! He is little more than a trophy to you!”

COBRA: “Any man with a BRAIN? Have you MET Derrick Arzon? He’s so stupid you can actually HEAR gale-force winds blowing between his ears. You think he’s bright enough to make his own decisions? Here! Go on, ASK HIM who he wants to hang with!”

***Cobra shoves Derrick into Snow’s face. Snow sighs and regards him solemnly.***

SNOW: “That is an excellent idea. Derrick… for the past several weeks, I have attempted to free you of your servitude. But none of that matters if that is not what you truly desire. I hope that after all you have been through you can see that the Coldsnakes are merely using you. I hope that you have the self-awareness to take hold of your own fate and be the man I know you can be. So… what do you say Derrick? Do you truly want to stay with the Coldsnakes? Or do you want to stand on your own two feet?”

***Derrick Arzon’s eyes dart uncertainly between Cobra and Snow. He scratches the back of his head and exhales a deep breath.***

ARZON: “Gosh… I mean… Mr. Snow… I really appreciate what you’re trying to do for me. Makin’ me a better man and all. And Mr. Cobra, you know that there’s nothing in this world I ever wanted more than to hang with the Coldsnakes… but… man, I’m all mixed up right now. These last few weeks have been kinda… weird. I think that maybe what I want… what I really want is…”

***Suddenly, without warning, a figure brutally strikes Snow in the back from behind with a steel chair. Snow crumples painfully to his knees! The chair swings a second time, connecting with Snow’s head, dropping him violently to the mat! The camera pulls back to reveal BRAWLER BECKETT standing over the fallen Snow, a bent chair in his hand. Junior Cobra squeals with delight and throws an arm around Brawler Beckett and kisses him on the cheek. Giant Anaconda sidles up to Beckett and rubs his shoulders supportively. Beckett beams and shakes hands with Junior Cobra proudly.***

BLOOMFIELD: “Oh my folks! I cannot believe what I am seeing! The recently re-hired Brawler Beckett has VICIUOSLY attacked his season-one rival Snow and has left him laying with a pair of explosive chair-shots! And now he’s… shaking hands with the Coldsnakes? Has this been some sort of conspiracy all along?”

***Suddenly Beckett frowns and delivers a swift kick between Giant Anaconda’s legs dropping him heavily to the ground. He then turns to a shocked-looking Cobra, shrug innocently and drops him with a lightning-quick snap DDT. Derrick Arzon looks on in shock and confusion as Beckett calmly gets to his feet. He gingerly picks up the dropped microphone from the mat and turns to address Arzon with a smile on his face.***

BECKETT: “Frankly lad… if it were me I’d tell both of these wankers to piss off.”

***Beckett laughs and tosses the microphone to Arzon, who stares down at it with a look of confusion on his face. Beckett slides smoothly out of the ring and makes his way up the ramp.***

BECKETT: “Ah it’s good to be back PWA!”

BLOOMFIELD: “Folks… this is just stomach-turning. Brawler Beckett has been a PWA employee for less than an hour and already he’s marking his territory. Stay with us… we have more PWA Assault after this.”