***”Charisma” by W.A.S.P. thunders through the arena and a chorus of boos erupt from the audience as Damion Black and Brawler Beckett walk from the top of the stage and down the ramp toward the ring. One the way down, a fan reaches out at Beckett and lays a couple of fingers on Beckett’s PWA Light Heavyweight Championship. Beckett stops dead in his tracks and stares cold menace at the young fan, who shrinks back in fear. Damion walks over to the scene and Beckett leans over and whispers into Damion’s ear. Damion nods his head and then raises his hand and snaps his fingers. From the back come four PWA security guards toward the young boy who touched Beckett’s belt. The boy’s parents immediately protest, pleading with Damion apologetically. Damion signals towards the boy and his parents and the security guards proceed to escort them out of the building. Beckett smiles with a sense of self-righteous justice smugly on his face and the two men make their way to ring. Damion grabs a microphone.***

BLACK: “Ladies and gentlemen, so good to have you here at your only choice for premier athletic wrestling competition in the world today, MY PWA. That’s right, PWA is MY creation. It is MY vision, MY hard work, and MY business acumen that have provided you with the very best entertainment to distract you from your miserable existence, and for that you are welcome. All I ask in return is that you mind your behavior and keep your dirty, grubby, filthy hands to yourselves. Is that really too much for you to handle?

***BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!***

BLACK: “On to more pressing matters. PWA will be hosting it’s next supercard on January the 30th and I have the exciting details of some of the matches scheduled for that event for you lucky plebeians. First, yes, La Nieve has earned a title shot and she will get it on January 30th when she faces the gifted competitor standing here with me, YOUR Light Heavyweight champion, Brawler Beckett! Mr. Beckett, this is a very important match for PWA, and I know I ask a lot from you, but please try to carry your overmatched opponent through a decent match. We wouldn’t want to rob our fans of their money with a quick and dominant victory that you are more than capable of.

“Moving on, it is my belief that the NWC World Title has been away from PWA for far too long, especially as it is currently in the hands of that pre-shrunk nobody who calls himself a “professional”, iNCW’s own Patrick, the Man Without a Last Name. *scoffs* Let’s be frank folks, his family probably won’t let him use his last name in public, and can you blame them? I have decided on PWA’s challenger for the NWC World Title, a man who has my full confidence that he will bring the World Title back where it belongs to the best wrestling promotion in the world, and that man is the Heartthrob Kid, Johnny Ecks!

“And finally, for the PWA Heavyweight Championship, Brian Fury will defend his title against a man who is the fastest rising star in PWA, a man who has already defeated Brian Fury on multiple occasions, the most physically dominant wrestler in the sport today, Ronnie Lassiter! If I may make a bold yet accurate prediction, not only will the King of Deathmatch become also the PWA Heavyweight champion, but he will put Brian Fury out to pasture, where that washed-up warrior belongs. Now, Mr. Beckett, you have some details of your own to share.”

BECKETT: “Johnny Ecks, Ronnie Lassiter … both worthy names to represent this most excellent company, this most excellent profession, the sport of KINGS! Let’s face it, they must be to keep up with me.”

***Crowd jeers, turns into a chant of “La Niev! La Niev! La Niev!” BECKETT looks around smugly.***

BECKETT: “Yes, yes, the hero of shills, La Niev. You know, once I’ve taught her her place, I will be merciful. I am having a contract written up to make her … the highest paid valet in the history of professional wrestling. See … I have a heart.”

***Crowd’s booing grows violent, as BECKETT’S face splits into a wicked, serpentine grin and he waits for them to settle down.***

BECKETT: “But let us not dwell too long on the inevitable. We are here to partake in the sport of professional wrestling, and the greatest wrestling promotion in the world. To that end, this season’s supercard can have but one name, the only name appropriate. This season’s supercard is a reflection- no, a celebration of all that is worthy in this great sport, this industry! Our grand event will be an occasion to glory in the very best of human competition! The names that have echoed down through the years … Hackenschmidt … Gotch … Lewis … Gorgeous George … the gentleman, Chris Adams … the real Nature Boy, Buddy Landel … Giant Haystacks … “Whipper” Billy Robinson … the Sheik … Jim Cornett and the Midnight Express … the superstar, Billy Graham … to honor all of these, there is but one name that stands for the best in professional wrestling!

“Ladies and gentlemen, lift your voices and shell out your cash for PWA: BLACK!”

***Damion smiles wide and holds his arms out as if to soak in the adulation of an adoring crowd. Instead, the booing intensifies dramatically. Beckett applauds for Damion as Damion turns in the ring slowly, looking at the mass of outraged PWA fans as they attempt to will Black and Beckett out of the ring with the strength of their disgust. Damion turns toward Beckett and the two men shake hands as the camera fades.***