GARY BLOOMFIELD: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the PWA Arena for this evening’s edition of PWA Assault! We close out the opening round of the King of Deathmatch Tournament tonight-”

**”Subtle Hustle” by Clutch cuts Bloomfield’s introduction off and Brawler Beckett appears on the stage, making his way to the ring.**

BLOOMFIELD: “Brawler Beckett is not scheduled for a match, what is he doing here?”

BARTHOLOMEW BECKETT: “Ladies and gentlemen, I am here this evening, first of all, to assure you that I am well, and am almost completely recovered from that terrible case of Guinness virus that had me sidelined. I am, in fact, we’ll and recovering nicely, although the PWA doctors, while they are certain that I am no longer contagious, are concerned about my ability to compete in the ring. Therefore, for the foreseeable future, I …”

* The crowd begin booing and raining down rubbish at the man in the ring. *

BB: “I … CAN … WAIT.”

* Gradually, the weather of disapproval subsides. *

BB: “See, I is this sort of show of Philistine ignorance that makes you think I am so disagreeable. You all seem to think that I am trying to sidestep my responsibility as champion, when nothing could be further from the truth. I. My heart, I AM … a fighting champion!”

* Chants of “Bull shit! Bull shit! Bull shit!” fill the arena. *

BB: “Very sophisticated, you lot, I must say.”

* The mob once more dies down. *

BB: “Well, I care not how you all try and bully me. I will not, for my own safety as well as that of my competitors – assuming I have any – I will not defend my illustrious title until I am absolutely sure that it is safe for me to do so. Until then, enjoy the unparalleled display of skill and intestinal fortitude that you see only here at PWA. Enjoy your evening.”

* tosses mic to announcer table and proceeds to leave the ring, just as SPENCERS WATTS’ music hits. As Bury Me With My Gun – by Boba Flex hits, Beckett is making it way out of the ring.

Spencer rushes Beckett and stops just short of running him over standing nose to nose and toes to toes staring the Light Heavyweight Champion down. After a second or two passes Watts pats the Light Heavyweight belt while pointing to himself. He mouths some words to Beckett which visibly infuriates the Champion as the crowd chants, “Let them fight! Let them fight!” Watts laughs in his face and shoves past him. Beckett watches him, first glaring, but that glare turns into a side sneer as he turns away and heads back up the ramp to the locker rooms.***

* The camera opens back stage with Spencer Watts still winded from the match.***

Watts: “Let me start off by saying, Snow, you’re a hell of a competitor and the standard the entire PWA Light Heavyweight division should shoot for. I’m honored I got to share the squared circle with you on this retirement tour. Thank you sir.”

* Spencer takes a drink from his water bottle. *

Watts: “Now on to the present state of the PWA Light Heavyweight division. It looks like once again we’re gonna get another season of Brawler Beckett holding hostage what the PWA Armada and the real work horses of this division deserve! Well I’m not gonna stand for it Beckett! No more games, no more false illnesses, and no more running! I’m coming for that Light Heavyweight Championship and I’m bringing it back to those it belongs to!”

* Watts grabs his bag and tosses it over his shoulder. *

Watts: “Get well soon prick… I’ll be seeing you…”

* Watts storms off *