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**The bell rings and an exhausted Akira Wyld drags himself slowly to his knees using the ropes for support. Victor Sokolov has already regained his footing and is stalking back and forth in the ring flexing his fists and snarling. Akira makes his way to his feet, stumbles to the corner and retrieves his NWC Championship belt. Sokolov’s attention snaps in Wyld’s direction. He hunkers down and tenses his body as Akira turns slowly in his direction. Suddenly, Sokolov explodes at the unaware champion, colliding through him with a massive clothesline that sends Wyld crashing to the mat in a heap, completely dazed. Sokolov screams to the heavens and throws his hands high in the air as the stunned crowd boos the Siberian Psychopath. Sokolov glares down at the NWC Champion and sneers. He drops down to his back, rolls out of the ring, and trudges backstage without looking back.**

BLOOMFIELD: “My goodness ladies and gentlemen, the NWC World Champion has certainly been tested tonight. Victor Sokolov is a force of nature, and Akira Wyld will not forget his encounter with this monster of a man.”

**Suddenly, AMX’s theme explodes over the loudspeakers. A grim-looking Johnny Ecks appears at the entrance ramp and makes his way slowly toward the ring.**

BLOOMFIELD: “Oh my! The Hearthrob Kid is making his way to the ring! After the beating Victor Sokolov gave him, Akira Wyld is in no position to defend himself!”

**Johnny Ecks slides into the ring annd paces back and forth over the fallen champion. Oblivious, Akira Wyld crawls over to his championship belt. As he grabs hold of the leather strap… Johnny Ecks steps forward and plants his foot on the title. Akira pulls himself to his knees and looks up at Ecks with a dazed look on his face. Ecks sneers and puts a foot on Wyld’s chest and shoves him backwards onto his back. He takes an aggressive step forward… then stops and smiles. He picks up the belt and pulls a microphone from his waistband.**

ECKS: “Look at you. Worthless. You the NWC champ? More like the NWC chump! 18 years in wrestling, all you did was do what you always do. Ya talk shit! And then when the shit get’s rough, you run away. It took a bald shithead and a hillbilly for you to win against me. I was the one who had the first fall. Don’t ever forget that!”

**Ecks leans in close to the NWC Champion.**

ECKS: “I NEVER got pinned Akira. Not by you, not by anyone in iNCW! I want a rematch! One-on-one! No bullshit this time! If you want, we can even have it in a cage. Me versus you! No more running! No talks about Unions and other bullshit. You sir, are a coward. You are afraid to face me. Hell, I can’t say I blame you. I am the first one to wrestle an entire four matches by myself. You and me chicken shit! Jabroni versus a true superstar.”

* Ecks comes up to Akira, looks him over and is about to slap him. instead he throws him down and spits at him. *

ECKS: “Pathetic!”

**Ecks lays the title down at Akira’s feet and steps back with his arms wide. He drops the mic and rolls out of the ring. Ecks makes his way up the ramp, walking backwards and staring down Akira Wyld. In the ring, Wyld rises to his knees and grasps his title tight. He stares down the ramp at Ecks with a deadly serious look in his eyes.**