***The lights go down in the PWA Arena and The hard riffs of The Union’s theme music hits. After a moment, the FIERCE and DEADLY Coldsnakes appear at the entrance area, posing with their title belts. Junior Cobra whips his belt from his shoulder and plays air guitar to the Union theme. Moments later, they are joined on the ramp by Akira Wyld. Wyld places a firm hand on Cobra’s shoulder and directs him toward the ring. Cobra nods enthusiastically as the Snakes quickly make their way toward the ring. As they jog toward the ringside area, Nick Spoils and Armageddon emerge from the curtain and follow them to the ring. Once the six Union members all arrive in the ring, they parade around the mat, playing to the crowd’s boos for some time before Spoils and Wyld both grab microphones.

WYLD: “PWA Armada… WE… are the Union. WE… are the most influential, dominant, decorated ring warriors that this, or ANY wrestling organization has ever seen. When we speak, people listen. When we step between these ropes, we make doubters, believers. We have the skills. We have the muscle. We have the experience… and we have the gold to back it all up.”

***Akira proudly hoists his NWC World Championship belt in the air. Behind him, Cobra frantically motions for him and Anaconda to hold up their belts too. Nick Spoils chuckles humorlessly and steps up between and in front of the Coldsnakes.***

SPOILS: “But now it’s time for some important internal business. See, not too long ago, my boys Armageddon lost their PWA Tag Team Championship to none other than the Coldsnakes right here. Yes, yes, quite an accomplishment, my friends. But, it turns out that contractually, the Coldsnakes were obligated to give Armageddon a rematch, so it is time to prepare for that. I have in my hands here a new contract for a PWA Tag Team Championship match between the champions, the…Fierce and Deadly Coldsnakes, and the challengers, the two-time champs, Armageddon. It has all the usual boilerplate language, like the Champions’ advantage, the two out of three falls, the challengers naming the time and stipulation, and the sanctioning of the governing body, in this case PWA. So, Junior Cobra, Giant Anaconda, if you would be so kind as to sign your names on the dotted lines here, we can get this over with.”

***Nick hands the clipboard with the contract on it to Junior Cobra. After some juggling back and forth with the pen, the championship belt, and the clipboard, the belt ends up over Spoils’ shoulder and the clipboard ends up balanced on the flat of Spoils back while Cobra tries valiantly to sign his name while wearing size 18 boxing gloves. After a tense and awkward minute, Cobra smiles and hands the pen over to Anaconda. Anaconda eyes the contract cautiously and turns to Cobra as if to speak… but upon seeing Cobra’s ridiculous grin, just sighs and digs his X into the contract.
Spoils stumbles noticeably from the weight of Anaconda’s writing hand. Akira collects the clipboard and Spoils turns smiling. He gives the Coldsnakes a warm grin and raises his microphone to speak. But before he can, Cobra grabs the microphone from him.***

COBRA: “Nick, Akira, I just want to say that these past few weeks have been the best times of my life. Me and Anaconda… we’ve been around the block a few times. And we always knew that we were awesome. And everybody in the world knows that YOU guys are awesome. So… when out of nowhere OUR awesome bumped uglies with YOUR collective awesome… the writhing spawn of our symbolic slamming burst forth a new super-entity, naked and vital upon this world. A glorious and beautiful thing… a thing almost too beautiful for this world. And guys… I am so proud to be a part of that with you.”

***Nick stands with his mouth hanging open, having completely lost his train of thought. Thinking quick, Akira grabs the microphone.***

WYLD: “You know what? I couldn’t agree more. In fact, this calls for a celebration. What do you say, Cobra? Let’s go get some drinks. On me.”

***Wyld slaps Cobra’s shoulder, and Cobra’s face splits into the most ridiculous beaming grin the world has ever seen. He throws his arm around Wyld and the two of them walk out of the ring together, and head up the ramp. Meanwhile, Anaconda eyes Nick carefully. He looks at Cobra leaving, and back at Nick, and then down to the contract. Finally, with a sigh, he shakes his head and begins to step through the ropes. Behind him, Spoils watches Akira and Cobra disappear behind the curtain. Then before Anaconda can leave, he raises his microphone one more time to speak.***

SPOILS: “Hold up a second big man. Before you leave I wanted to have a quick word.”

***Anaconda stops and turns to look at Nick.***

SPOILS: “You know how that contract you signed was for a title match at a time and place that Armageddon chooses?”

***Anaconda tilts his head at Spoils and tenses up a little.***

SPOILS: “Well the place and time that Armageddon chooses? It’s right here… right now. Timekeeper, ring that bell.”

BLOOMFIELD: “What the hell? Ladies and gentlemen, the timekeeper is ringing the bell. We have a championship match on our hands, and there’s no sign of half of the tag team champions! What have Spoils and Wyld engineered this time?”