**After the PWA Assault opening video, the camera pans the capacity crowd as electrifying guitar riffs and high intensity graphics announce the start of a new and exciting season. After an electrifying wide shot of the screaming fans, the camera pulls back to show Damion Black viewing all of this on a large flat-screen monitor in his office. He nods and smiles… when suddenly the door to his office bursts open, and PWA Broadcaster Damon Knight marches in. He’s wearing a sports coat and slacks, and has a complex medical brace covering his still-healing knee. He matches up to Black’s desk with a scowl on his face. Black turns to face him and raises an eyebrow.**
BLACK: “Something I can help you with, Damon?”
**Knight points a finger in Black’s direction and grits his teeth.**
KNIGHT: “You can start by explaining what the hell you’re up to.”
**Black puts his hands up and smiles slightly at Knight.**
BLACK: “Now hold on a minute Damon. I know why you’re here and if you’ll just take a moment to calm down I’m sure we…”
KNIGHT: “Calm down? How can you even say that? Akira is in the hospital! They don’t know if he’s ever going to wrestle again. What the hell got into you? Damion, what did you do?!”
BLACK: “I see where you’re coming from. Well, let me assure you, there are two sides to every story. I can assure you what I did was wholly justified. I was provoked, and I defended myself. What happened to Akira was unfortunate. But… as they say, if you play with fire…”
KNIGHT: “You were provoked? You mean Akira attacked YOU?”
**Black folds his arms.**
BLACK: “Well let me ask you… what does Akira say happened?”
**Knight puts his hands on his hips.**
KNIGHT: “Well… he’s not saying WHAT happened. He’s not telling us anything at all. He’s in a dark place right now…”
BLACK: “I see… and I’ve also noticed that nobody has pressed charges on me for assault or any other crime.”
KNIGHT: “No… Akira hasn’t talked to the police…”
BLACK: “Sounds like the actions of a guilty conscience to me. It sounds like maybe Akira Wyld knows who is in the right here, and who was out of line. Now, I think this whole affair has been blown out of proportion. Maybe you’d better take the night off. Cool down and later, after you’ve had time to think a bit, we can meet and talk this out.”
**Knight balls up his fists and paces in the room. Then he stops and glances sideways at Black.**
KNIGHT: “You know… at Vendetta… I never did see who took me out in that hallway. Armageddon… they’re a lot of things, but they aren’t subtle. I got clipped from behind in my bad knee. And… you were right there in seconds.”
BLACK: “Yes… good thing too. I was able to call for medical help right away. Probably saved you from being hurt a lot worse than you were.”
KNIGHT: “Yeah… you were RIGHT there… right there to take my place in that match.”
BLACK: “I do not appreciate the implication, Damon.”
KNIGHT: “Well, I don’t appreciate-“
**Black holds a hand up and smiles at Knight.**
BLACK: “Damon… take the night off. That’s an order. Go home and think this through. You don’t want to…”
KNIGHT: “You son of a bitch.”
BLACK: “Excuse me?”
KNIGHT: “How long were you planning this? How long have you been planning to take Akira out?”
**Black claps his hands loudly on his desk and exhales slowly.**
BLACK: “I have been as diplomatic as I am going to be. Let me make this perfectly clear to you: what happened between Akira and myself is a private matter. I understand he is family to you but, and I know Akira agrees with me, this is none of your business.”
KNIGHT: “What??”
BLACK: “Let me remind you of something else: contracts. You are a contracted employee of PWA. So is Akira. So is Rebel, Alyssa, even Nikki. For all intents and purposes, I practically OWN the Wyld family! This is something all of you would do well to consider before storming into my office with baseless accusations! I can make your lives under my employ miserable! I can make sure none of you ever wrestle anywhere again, even under a GWSW banner! I can also make sure that all of you get fair treatment here at PWA, so be aware of your position when you address me.”
KNIGHT: “How dare you threaten-!”
BLACK: “I don’t make threats. Now, I can’t make you take the night off, so I’ll do the next best thing in both our best interests. You’re fired.”
**Black presses a button on his intercom.**
BLACK: “Janice, send security to my office. Have them escort Damon Knight off of the premises. If he refuses, call the police.”
KNIGHT: “You bastard… you can’t…”
BLACK: “I just did.”
KNIGHT: “If you think I’m going to…”
**Just then, four purple-shirted security guards arrive and take Knight by the arms. They quickly muscle him out of the room as Black stares him down. After they leave… Black sighs, smiles slightly, and turns back to the monitor.**