*** Beckett is greeted by the customary chorus of “boos,” and smugly smirks at the fans, taking in their loathing as of it pleases him to no end before he finally speaks***

“I missed you all, too.

“This promises to be a great new season here at PWA, best anywhere. Aside from the great talent we maintain, wheels are in motion that will deliver this company out of the narcissistic grip of … certain parties, bringing more glory to our beloved promotion. But all in good time. You have not come to hear me expound on the glories of the business, not yet of our inherent superiority over other, decidedly lesser, promotions. No, you came and paid your money to watch my trounce yet another athlete who, while better than most, is nothing compared to my own lofty standards!

So being on my -HA – opponent, one Mr. Mitch Harrison from … well, it doesn’t really matter, does it? Mitchell, come out, now, let us get you over with …”

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PWA cameras catch up with Mitch Garrison backstage as he prepares to go out for the first round of The Deathmatch Tournament.

TERRY SCHNEIDER: “Mitch, you are just about to face ‘Brawler’ Beckett in the King of Deathmatch tournament. Any words before you head out to the ring? “

MITCH: “Ya know I’ve been around here for a minute and….” A brilliant flash of light and flame erupt from off camera and directly into Mitch’s face.!

The camera goes wild trying to get a shot of the door as the reporter stumbles back from the heat and yelling for Mitch. “Oh my god! Mitch! Mitch are you ok!?!”

Terry scrambles to his feet as the Camera begins to focus in on the assailant. “You’re not allowed back here! This is for PWA employees only!”

A vaguely familiar beard and black sleeveless shirt with iNCW in bold yellow letters is standing over Mitch, ignoring Terry as he pours a cup of liquid over Mitch. “Man, it’s a bad day to have a certain spot in the tournament.” KB then proceeds to kicking and stomping on Mitch as he still rubs at his eye groaning in pain attempting to defend himself.

KB gets down and asks, “So, you’re gonna give me your spot, right?”

Mitch shakes his head and mumbles “No.”

KB shakes his head as he grabs a chair and slams it against Mitch’s legs and back until he lays motionless. “Wrong answer, dude.”

KB then grabs Mitch’s hair and lifts his head off the ground. “Now, if you don’t mind me taking your place in the tournament, don’t say anything.” A stunned Mitch remains silent. “Good answer!”

KB stands up and digs in his pocket for a pair of brass knuckles and slips them over his right hand. He then takes Mitch and props him up against a locker then hands the camera to the reporter, “Hold that where they can see this or you’re next.”

The camera is shaking, trained on KB and Mitch, “Beckett, this one’s for you ‘Gent’, ” KB cocks back and hits Mitch with a straight jab across the point of the jaw, he then falls limp to the floor.

KB exits the room and makes his way to the ring as the camera is set down and Terry and camera man begin to call for help. “Can we get medical staff please! We need help!”

Scene fades to black as medics rush in.