***Brian Fury makes his way down the aisle, his eyes firmly fixed on Pennyworth when his music suddenly cuts off. Brian stops in his tracks, wary, when “Charisma” blazes through the arena. Once again, Damion Black strides out onto the entrance stage and the crowd greets him with a torrent of boos once more.***

BLACK: “Cut the music. Now, I do not want to get in the way of a title match that everyone is looking forward to, including myself quite frankly, but I fear I do have to step in. Brian, you are my PWA Heavyweight Champion. You are my most valued employee. I cannot have you arbitrarily giving title shots to whomever you see fit. A shot at the Heavyweight title must be earned. As this title match was not approved through the proper channels, I cannot allow it to take place.” *BOOOOOOOOO!* “I know… I know… believe me, I am the most disappointed person in this arena, but my decision stands. Fury, take the night off.”

***Brian Fury is incensed and marches up the ramp to get in Damion Black’s face. Almost immediately, four security guards rush through the curtain and Black orders them to escort Fury to his vehicle. Fury very reluctantly allows himself to be escorted as he stares a murderous hole into the smiling Damion Black.***

BLACK: “Now, I know this has been disappointing but do not worry! I have already lined up another main event! Dick, here comes your opponent!”