***The scene opens backstage at PWA Assault, where the Union is huddled in their private dressing room (forcibly acquired). Nick Spoils is sitting on a bench typing on his phone with a sour expression on his face. Nakamura is pacing back and forth like a caged animal. Brawler Beckett, Gehenna and Ragnarok are standing in a huddle with Akira Wyld, who is tapping his kendo stick in one palm and addressing the troops.***
WYLD: “Okay… last week at Assault we suffered an unfortunate setback.”
***Wyld gives Spoils a sideways glance, which Spoils patently ignores with a sneer.***
WYLD: “But… today is a new day. The Union still holds the upper hand, and tonight we are going to go out there and do what we do. We are going to show this organization why the Union is the most feared faction in this business. We are going to… what the hell do YOU two want?”
***Wyld looks up from the huddle and bares his teeth. The camera pans to the right where Junior (King) Cobra and Giant Anaconda (ll) are standing pointing vigorous finger guns at the Union. They each have a shiny PWA Tag-Team championship belt draped over their well-oiled shoulders.***
COBRA: “Heeeeyyyy my man Akira! We must have missed the memo on the Union meeting! Sorry about that boss man!”
***The Union members all exchange puzzled looks.***
BECKETT: “What the bloody hell are you two masked morons talking about?”
***Cobra enthusiastically holds up his championship belt.***
COBRA: “You know, since we won the titles last week… we figured that was our job interview for a position on the bestest badass wrestling faction in the industry! I mean… the Union is where champions belong right? And we got these big-ole’ bad boys so…”
***Spoils looks up from his phone, where he has been furiously typing away. He shakes his head vigorously and stands up from the bench.***
SPOILS: “You sad sack sorry pair of ingrates. You think that a fluke win proves a damned thing? You think you are cut out to be a member of the Union? And NOW you’re going to defend OUR titles before we’ve even gotten our rematch? You two have one HELL of a lot of nerve showing your faces here. Boys, why don’t you show our guests their place?”
***Armageddon exchange a look and advance on the Coldsnakes with fists raised. But Akira puts a hand on Spoils’ shoulder.***
WYLD: “Hang on a minute Nick.”
***He turns to the Coldsnakes and gives them a cautious gaze.***
WYLD: “You two really think you’re Union material?”
***Spoils’ eyes go wide and he throws Akira’s hand off of his shoulder.***
SPOILS: “Are you serious right now, Wyld? Did you see what happened at Assault?”
***Akira raises an eyebrow and gives Spoils a wink. He then turns back to the Coldanakes and gives them a hard look.***
WYLD: “You know what boys? The Union IS the place for champions. Tell you what… you go out there and give Golden Fury some hell. Afterwards maybe we sit down and have a conversation about your future.”
***The Coldsnakes turn to each other and their eyes go wide. They both whiff a huge high five and stumble around the room, knocking over Nick Spoils’ coffee cup.***
COBRA: “You’re not going to regret this big boss! The FIERCE and DEADLY Coldsnakes are on the job!”
***The Coldsnakes ramble out the locker room door and clamber down the hall whooping and hollering all the way. Spoils watches them go with a look of disgust on his face. He shakes his head and exhales. He then turns to Akira.***
SPOILS: “Akira. You’ve proven to have a devious mind before, so I trust you…but you damned well better know what you’re up to.”
WYLD: “Nick, I think by the end of this evening you’ll agree that the Union will be stronger than ever.”
***Spoils strokes his beard and looks down the hallway as the screen fades to black.***