*The camera cuts to backstage. Akira Wyld is in the halls backstage limping his way to the Union locker room alone. One hand is clutching his neck and the other is gingerly holding his back. Akira pushes through the door to the Union locker room with a dead glare on his face. Inside the locker room, Nick Spoils, Gehenna, Nakamura Yamasaki and Brawler Beckett are all sitting at a pair of folding tables watching the show on a corner mounted monitor. As Akira limps his way into the room, Nick Spoils rises to his feet, a look of concern on his face.**

SPOILS: “You want to explain to me what happened out there Wyld?”

**Akira’s eyes widen and he straightens up.**

WYLD: “What happened out there? YOU’RE asking ME what happened out there? Where the hell were you Nick? I was calling for you and you four left me high and dry!”

**Spoils raises an eyebrow and straightens the lapels of his leather jacket.**

SPOILS: “Now wait just a minute… I seem to recall you specifically telling us that you could handle Fury ‘on your own’ tonight. You said that you would take down Brian Fury without our help… and then we’d move on to take Pennyworth’s Heavyweight Title.”

**Spoils steps up to Wyld and points at the monitor.**

SPOILS: “Now, maybe I’m just not seeing the nuances of your ‘master plan’… but what I just saw out there… was Brian Fury kicking your ass, winning the match, and securing a golden ticket to an opportunity at the Heavyweight Championship. What I saw, was a once-a-season opportunity go flying out the window due to an over-inflated ego.”

**Wyld snarls at Spoils and takes a step toward him.**

WYLD: “So is THAT what happened Nick? You all left me high and dry to get beaten down by Fury because you were… what? Trying to teach me a lesson? You think I went out there trying to get beat? I have kicked that genetic freak’s ass every which way since we’ve been in PWA. I’m BETTER than Fury.”

SPOILS: “Just… not tonight.”

WYLD: “Tonight Brian Fury just got lucky Nick! That’s all it was. And if you think you can just… just… ABANDON me when I…”

**Brawler Beckett quickly stands up and puts himself between Spoils and Wyld. He holds up his hands to the two men and glances from one to the other. Then he turns to Wyld.**

BECKETT: “Now just one moment, Akira … settle down. The Union did NOT, in fact, abandon you out there, did we Nick?”

*Spoils just crosses his arms and stares at Wyld.*

BECKETT: “Now you KNOW you have my full support, right? We’ve been through thick and thin together and I would never, EVER leave you to hang.”

*Wyld looks from Beckett to Spoils and raises an eyebrow.*

BECKETT: “The truth is… this is all Damion Black’s fault. Think of it. He’s been cracking down backstage with security lately. We had every intention of coming out there and helping you with Fury.”

SPOILS: “Not that you needed it of course.”

*Beckett gives Spoils a “please, shut up” look then turns back to Wyld.*

BECKETT: “The truth is… we were on our way to help you, when we ran into a wall of security. Black must have hired twenty men to bar the hallway. We were helpless. We fought as many of them off as we could, but it was just too late.”

*Wyld looks out the door at the empty hallway.*

WYLD: “Twenty men huh?”

BECKETT: “At least, maybe closer to twenty five. The man is rich and ruthless. But listen. That’s passed now. You got pinned today and that’s a tragedy. But Akira… the real question is what are we going to do now? The Union is locked out of competing for the Heavyweight Title now. What’s our next move?”

*Wyld lowers his eyes and shakes his head.*

WYLD: “I’ll tell you what we’re going to do. The Heavyweight Title was never really our main focus.”

SPOILS: “Oh wasn’t it now?”

WYLD: “No… it would have given us leverage, but our main focus should always have been recovering the NWC World Title and bringing it back to The Union.”

SPOILS: “Safely around YOUR waist no doubt.”

*Wyld ignores him and turns to Beckett.*

WYLD: “I never lost that belt, and it was a crime that Black cheated me out of it. It’s high time we flexed our muscles and got the rematch we rightfully deserve.”

BECKETT: **smiles** “Now you’re talking, mush.”

**Spoils snorts a laugh.**

WYLD: “I say something funny Nick?”

SPOILS: “No… you’ve just been busy in the trainer’s office. You haven’t been paying attention to what’s going on in the ring.”

**Spoils points casually to the monitor. It shows Damion Black and Spencer Watts in Black’s office, discussing Watts’ immediate future and a possible World Title shot. Akira Wyld turns to face the monitor and glares.**

WYLD: “He can’t do that! Black can’t just… just… hand-pick some LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT to go after MY title!”

SPOILS: “It looks like he just did.”

WYLD: “No. No he most certainly did NOT. I’m Akira Wyld. Nobody leapfrogs me and tries to take what’s MINE. Especially not a pissant like Spencer Watts! He can steal the show as much as he wants, but the bottom line is he couldn’t carry my jock in a suitcase! I’m going to go down the hall right now and tell that jackass to step aside.”

SPOILS: “Alright fine Akira, listen… if you’re going to do that, let’s talk strategy. We can make it so Watts isn’t a problem anymore. But we have to work together!”

WYLD: “Nick, let me handle this. Watts is going to regret ever asking for that title shot.”

*Akira Wyld storms out of the Union locker room, leaving a seething Nick Spoils pounding the wall in frustration. Beckett shakes his head. Fade to black*