***Akira Wyld stalks a wobbly-looking King Cobra in the ring. He wipes a finger across his nose, bringing a smear of blood. He rubs the blood between his fingers and looks at Cobra with a disgusted look. Suddenly, he lunges in and drags Cobra to his feet. Off-mic, he mouths something inaudibly to Cobra, before hooking his leg over his head and dropping the Coldsnake with a Surgical Strike. Wyld sits up and mock-brushes off his shoulder. He stands in the ring and glares at the crowd with a cold expression. After a moment he calls to a ringside attendant, demanding a microphone. The attendant hands Wyld a house mic and he stands in the ring, taking in the boos of the crowd.”

BLOOMFIELD: “Folks I’m not the biggest King Cobra fan but that was uncalled for! Akira won the match… there’s no reason for this kind of display. Wait a minute… ladies and gentlemen, it looks like Akira Wyld is calling to the backstage area… yes, he’s motioning for someone to join him.”

***Wyld looks toward the backstage area and waves his arm. After a moment, the curtain parts and Nick Spoils emerges. He begins walking down the ramp, soon followed by Gehenna, Ragnarok, Nakamura Yamasaki, and Brawler Beckett.***

BLOOMFIELD: “Oh no… fans we saw these men all working together at Circus Maximus where they brutally beat down both Richard Pennyworth and Damion Black. What do these men want? What are their intentions tonight with King Cobra?”

***Akira hoists Cobra up by the back of his mask as the men enter the ring. As soon as both members of Armageddon are comfortably between the ropes, Akira shoves Cobra in their direction. Ragnarok catches the Coldsnake, and the two men brutally powerbomb him into the center of the ring. Nick Spoils grabs Nakamura and points to the downed Cobra. Nakamura nods and dives upon him, raining crazed punches down on top of his head and shoulders.***

BLOOMFIELD: “This is absolute brutality folks! This unholy alliance is decimating King Cobra, we have to get some help down here!”

***The camera cuts to the backstage area where Giant Anaconda has been laid out in the hallway. He is lying face down with a tipped over garbage can drapes over his head and shoulders.***

BLOOMFIELD: “It looks like someone has already gotten to Anaconda backstage… three guesses as to who was responsible. Ladies and gentlemen this is just disgusting.”

***Inside the ring, Brawler Beckett grabs Cobra and drags him to his feet. He pats him patronizingly on the cheek… and then takes a run up and throws him violently over the top rope to the ground below. Akira watches this all with a cold, blank expression. As the crowd boos, the men gather in the center of the ring. Akira takes a long look around and raises the microphone to speak.***

WYLD: “Do you see what happens PWA? Do you see what happens when you try to make a mockery of Akira Wyld? Junior Cobra used to be an ally of mine. We went up and down the road together for years. I didn’t want to destroy him in this ring tonight… but he made the fatal mistake of making our match a joke. He tried to disrespect me, and because of that… he had do be made an example of. Just like Pennyworth before him. Just like Damion Black. I’m tired of being treated like a second class citizen in this ridiculous organization.”

***Wyld gesture to the five men surrounding him.***

WYLD: “WE… are tired of being disrespected and insulted by Damion Black and his sycophantic company men! The five of us in this ring represent the very best that this organization… that this sport… have to offer. Every one of us has been a ring-tested champion at the most elite level. And yet each of us has been personally slapped in the face by Damion Black and his biased management.”

***Wyld lowers the mic a moment and scans the crowd… he sneers and shakes his head dismissively.***

WYLD: “We are the backbone of this company. We are the names and the talent that make PWA the premier wrestling organization in the world. We deserve RESPECT. We deserve CONSIDERATION. Do you know what happens when management doesn’t show its workers the respect they deserve? The workers… form a UNION. And that’s what we are. The five of us… are the UNION. And we are TIRED of being disrespected. We are banding together to take what we want… what we DESERVE! So… to the PWA locker room… let me give you all a little advice. There are two sides to every picket line. And in this struggle for what is right… you are either with us… or you’re a SCAB.”

***Wyld glances down at Cobra’s prone body on the floor.***

WYLD: “You can either join us… or you can learn the painful lesson we’ve already taught Pennyworth and the Coldsnakes. Get ready PWA… it’s a new world, and step one for surviving it… is pay your Union dues.”

***Wyld lowers the mic and stares at the crowd as they boo.***

***Fade to black.***