*Nakamura Yamasaki is flanked by Nick Spoils at the top of the ramp. Spoils has a microphone, and he uses it, shouting into it as they walk towards the ring.*

SPOILS: CUT THE MUSIC! Cut the music. Thank you…now, Ecks, Jai…I tried to warn you. I really did. This business was between Armageddon and your Samoan boys. I told you to stay out of it, or Nakamura here would make you bleed. You decided to interpret that as a challenge to a match.

SPOILS: Now, you said it was a handicap match, but I’m not a fool. Nakamura is a beast and he will gladly destroy both of you in that ring, but the numbers game would get to him eventually. So he is going to have some help in this matchup. Don’t worry, boys, I won’t make it too tough on you. It won’t be Ragnarok. It won’t be Gehenna. Hell, it won’t be Akira Wyld or Brawler Beckett either.

SPOILS: Tell you what, here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to pick someone out of the audience to team up with Nakamura here tonight. Someone to just be a body, to keep you on your toes. Tell me, PWA Armada — who here wants to get into the ring to team with Nakamura?

*Amazingly, quite a number of hands go up. Spoils walks through the line, pondering.*

SPOILS: Hm…no, too fat. Christ, kid, are you trying to get yourself killed? You’re too old. You’ll break a hip, grandpa. No. No. No. Jesus, San Diego, is this your best? Seriously? Fine, whatever. You, right there, in the third row. Yes, you. Get your ass up here. Let him through. Security, please let him in.

SPOILS: Ok kid, what’s your name…no, forget that. I don’t care what your name is. You’re doing this of your own free will, won’t hold me accountable for anything that happens to you, and all that jazz? Yeah, ok. Get in there.

SPOILS: Ok, ref. My team is complete now. You can ring the bell whenever.