GARY BLOOMFIELD: “Akira Wyld has come out by himself and there has been no sign of his scheduled partner, Damon Knight! It looks like Akira Wyld will be in a handicap match against Armageddon…. Just a moment….. I’m being informed that there’s something going on backstage. We do have a camera in place, let’s take you backstage now.”

**The camera cuts to backstage in a hallway, where Damion Black is power-walking down the hall. Damion stops at a door and pounds on it.**

DAMION BLACK: “Damon! You’re scheduled to be out in the ring for your match! Let’s go!!!!”

**Damion pauses for half a second with no response from the other side of the door. Damion quickly throws open the door and enters.**

BLACK: “What the Hell are you- DAMMIT!”

**The camera follows Damion into the locker room. The room is in shambles, lockers thrown open and various possessions strewn about the room. A prone figure lies buried under two overturned benches and various paraphernalia. Damion throws the benches one by one off the unconscious body and carefully turns it over to reveal the swollen and beaten face of Damon Knight, stained by a sickly green substance. Damion reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a handheld radio.**

BLACK: “I need medical personnel to the Wyldknight locker room NOW!!!” **Damion sets the radio down, slowly pulls off his sunglasses and places them in his shirt pocket and stands, still looking at Knight. His face contorts in anger and he whips his suit jacket off and throws it violently to the ground!** “Dammit!”

**Damion turns on his heel and stalks out of the room, tugging away at his tie.**