**”Charisma” by WASP thunders through the arena as Damion Black, dressed immaculately in his trademark suit and sunglasses, hair pulled back in perfect tail, and smile in place, strides down to the ring, microphone in hand.**

BLACK: “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for attending PWA tonight! We have been making history since we began and it has become what PWA does best! Get ready for another historic moment right now! At this time, I would like to ask Spencer Watts to join me in the ring!”

**”Bury with My Guns” by Bobaflex erupts and Spencer Watts makes his way to the ring. He looks mildly confused, but nods at the strong positive reception from the crowd. Watts rolls into the ring as Damion Black smiles and claps.**

BLACK: “Last season, we were all witness to one of the greatest journeys in professional wrestling. Spencer Watts, you were a man inspired, issuing an open challenge to all comers. You were in ring at every Assault, meeting every challenger in the squared circle head on, and you earned a shot at the World Championship at Vendetta. All of us, myself included, were in your corner pulling with you, walking this championship road to glory with you step for step. We watched you persevere. We watched you struggle. We watched you push forward in the face of defeat. We cheered your every victory. We witnessed the titanic contest at Vendetta. We watched you give everything you had, throwing body and soul at Billy Cody to emerge victorious and…. What happened, Spencer?”

**Watts raises an eyebrow at the smiling Black. He looks to the crowd and frowns. He turns to Black with a serious expression on his face.**

WATTS: “I got my ass whooped by the best in the world is what happened.”

**The crowd boos at that, clearly behind Spencer Watts and his journey. Black puts his hands up and gestures sympathetically for Watts to continue.**

WATTS: “We both talked a big game, both had some hard fought battles this year, but The Outlaw was just better than The Blueprint that night. Hats off to em.”

**Black nods and looks around at the capacity crowd.**

BLACK: “In short, you lost. You let everyone in PWA, from the fans to the locker room, down. You let ME down. You gave everything you had, and it wasn’t enough, was it?”

**Watts stares hard at Black but says nothing.**

BLACK: “We all invested in you, Watts. I personally put my name and reputation and the reputation of my company on the line to get you a World Championship match and YOU FAILED. Watts, there is no room for failures in my company. So, ladies and gentlemen, your historic moment is here! Take out your cameras and your phones! Take pictures! Record this event, because this is the last time you will see Spencer Watts in a PWA ring! Spencer Watts, get out of my ring and my company!”

**The crowd explodes into a loud chorus of boos at that announcement. Watts takes a step back in shock.**

WATTS: “What?! What happened to it being about the crowd and not the wins and losses?!”

BLACK: “Don’t make me call for security Spencer. Have a little dignity.”

**Before Watts can respond, ‘Power’ by Helloween explodes throughout the Arena loudspeakers. Black looks up toward the entrance ramp and glares. Rebel Wyld walks out into the arena with a microphone in his hand. Watts looks in confusion from Black to Wyld.**

WYLD: “No Black. Not like this. Not AGAIN.”

**Black steps back and regards Wyld with a cool stare.**

WYLD: “I don’t know what the hell has gotten into you, but this isn’t the Damion Black that I signed on with. This isn’t the Damion Black that made PWA the greatest wrestling organization in the world.”

**Rebel paces back and forth on the stage.**

WYLD: “Or maybe it is. Akira always said you were a lying snake in the grass. Maybe you always have been… I don’t know, and I don’t care. All I know is that this can’t continue. You injured Akira. He may never wrestle again. When my brother-in-law Damon Knight tried to confront you about it you FIRED him without a second thought. And now… you have the nerve to drag Spencer Watts out here in front of the world and try to fire him too? Watts fought like a lion all season. He gave the Outlaw Billy Cody the fight of his life at Vendetta. Spencer Watts is the heart and soul of PWA and you have the gall to drag him out here and kick him to the curb like a bag of garbage?”

**The crowd explodes in cheers as Spencer Watts nods and pumps his fist in appreciation.**

WYLD: “That’s not how a MAN handles his business. We’re wrestlers Damion. We handle our problems in the ring. If you’ve got some kind of problem with Watts, or the Wyld Family, or anyone here in PWA, live up to the standard you set and fight for what you want. Watts doesn’t deserve this. And neither does the PWA Armada.”

**The crowd begins chanting Watts’ name as Damion Black coolly scans the arena. After a moment he puts his hand up.**

BLACK: “Alright, that’s enough. If Vendetta wasn’t enough proof for you that Watts does not deserve to be here, fine. This is PWA. This is a land of opportunity, where fighters earn their place with their actions.”

**Black turns to Watts to assess him with a cold stare. Then he smiles slightly.**

BLACK: “Watts, next Assault you have one final opportunity to prove yourself. One match, and not just any match. You will be in the ring against the PWA Light Heavyweight Champion, the Imperial Assassin in Light Heavyweight Championship match!”

**The crowd explodes in a cheer. Watts steps back, stunned. He nods and appeals to the crowd. Black’s smile fades.**

BLACK: “IF you win, you will be the PWA Light Heavyweight Champion. BUT… if you lose, you are gone from PWA…”

**Black wheels around and points to Rebel Wyld at the ramp.**

BLACK: “…and so are you , Rebel. How’s that for a fighting chance?”

**With that, Damion Black drops his mic and exits the ring. Watts climbs the turnbuckle and shouts after him.**

WATTS: “You do what you gotta do boss man and I’ll do what I gotta do. Just know whatever happens to Assassin is on your hands.”

**Watts appeals to the crowd. He then looks over at the entrance ramp and he and Rebel share a nod.**