6WF Lockdown Results June 7th

"Rest in Pieces" blazes out over the speakers and an array of pyrotechnics go off at the top of the stage as the crowd go wild as Lockdown hits the airwaves. The cameras pan to the commentary desk...

RJ: Good evening Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to 6WF Lockdown, live on Eurosport and Eurosport HD. I'm RJ and as ever I'm joined by Michael Wire.

MW: Evening RJ!

RJ: Good evening Michael, and there is only one place to start tonight. And that is with the conclusion of last week's Lockdown, after Mr Kenty had just finished celebrating winning the undisputed title with 6WF general manager The Saint. Let's take a look at what unfolded...

At the top of the ramp, two hooded figures step out onto the stage, staring down at the new 6WF Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion. Behind them, a stream of hooded figures pour out from behind the curtain, filling every inch of the stage, all stoically, solemnly staring down at Mr. Kenty.

RJ : Good God there must be 20… 25 of them up there.

MW : Man, this is creepy RJ. Who are they? What do they want?

RJ : I don’t know Wire. But these druids, these… animals, they destroyed the whole Chaos set this past Sunday, and now I’m worried they’ve got their eyes set on destroying our Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion Kenty!

The crowd begin to boo heavily as the two hoods at the front of the pack break from their statuesque state and lead a black march towards the ring. Kenty looks around the ring, checking for an escape route, but then seems to settle on taking on the oncoming throng, throwing his title belts to the mat and taking up a readied stance.

RJ : GET OUT OF THERE KENTY!

MW : Mr Kenty never backs down from a fight RJ!

RJ : This isn’t a fight…. This will be an annihilation!

The two leaders reach the apron and stop, staring up at Kenty, as the rest of the pack slowly file past, taking station around the ring and fully surrounding it.

RJ : HEY!

There is a muffled static boom as RJ and Wire’s headsets are aggressively removed from their heads and thrown to the floor by two of the hoods. The silencing of the commentary creates an immediately intensified atmosphere. The two hoods either side of those that disconnected the commentators, take microphones from the ring announcer then turn to the ring and in perfect synchronicity with the two leaders climb up onto the apron.

The fans are at fever pitch as the two leaders symmetrically step into the ring.

They take one more look at Mr Kenty, who checks behind him for the sneak attack, but then walk straight past him without another glance. Confusion is etched on the champion’s face as the anticipated attack is not forthcoming. Instead, each hooded figure takes a microphone from the two opposite, who immediately dismount the apron.

The robed men predatorily circle Kenty, but neither look at him. Instead they each look down at the microphone in their hand, both feeling the weight of the mouthpiece in their palm as if it were a precious material.

Then, for the first time, the symmetry is broken as one of the figures breaks rank, his free hand reaching to stroke the back of his hooded head as he begins to speak in an agitated tone, still refusing to look up or acknowledge Kenty’s presence.

Hood #1 : Sorry to interrupt this… celebration.
But I simply see no reason to celebrate at all.

The speaking figure begins to pace his half of the ring.

Hood #1 : Why do you all pretend that [/i]this[/i] is normal?
You have a new Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion
But something new surely cannot temper that discomforting feeling that something is missing?
Something you had before…
Something that made you complete…

He backs away to his original position as the second hooded figure becomes animated. The same anxious mannerisms and intonation.

Hood #2 : This picture...
This postcard of a prosperous moment
Is like a painting without a protagonist…
Like the Last Supper without Judas…

A painting not worth the frame…
Which is why I dismantled and destroyed said frame on Sunday at Chaos

The speech switches from one to the other again. One man becoming animated as the other falls back in line.

Hood #1 : For what is it but a construct to keep your thoughts within it…
Blind to anything that lies outside it’s synthetic boundary.
Blind even to those… protagonists… which featured within that frame once upon a time.

Hood #2 : But now the frame has been removed, the clarity of this picture I see before me… the clarity of my mind… it has given way to confusion!

And yours has too… I can see it in those glazed, sunken eyes…
Those… Junkies…. Eyes!

Both men stare out challengingly into the crowd. The changeover of responsibility for the talking becomes more rapid now, more frantic, as do the mannerisms of each figure. Yet still Mr. Kenty is completely ignored, who still looks around at the scene surrounding him.

Hood #1 : You are here… (he points to the shadow where his eyes must be)…
But you are not here? (he holds his arms out wide)
You know?
Existentially?

I HAVE REMOVED THE FRAME SO YOU CAN OPEN YOUR MIND!

The first hooded man shouts yet as he raises the microphone it is the second who is excitedly hyperventilating as if he was responsible for the change in tempo. He continues;

Hood #2 : Oh come on you’ve succumbed before…
Give in to it once more…
You have felt it course through your veins…
FEEL IT ONCE AGAIN!

Hood #1 : I HAVE FOUND WHAT I AM LOOKING FOR…

Hood #2 : … AND I AM COMPLETE!

Both excitedly pace the ring, breathing heavily and now seemingly completely oblivious to Mr. Kenty’s presence. The hoods surrounding the ring begin to bustle excitedly amongst themselves. Visibly active where they were previously static.

Hood #1 : GIVE IN AND BE COMPLETE…

They both turn and look out into the crowd, their breathing slowing, their mannerisms calming.

Hood #2 : give in… and…

….. be……

Both of their heads drop, as do the heads of the army around the ring. An eerie murmur breaks out among the crowd as they wait for what is next. Kenty looks out into the crowd, looking for an answer himself.

There is a connective click, followed by a resumption of RJ’s commentary.

RJ : What on earth is going on out here? Never in my career, in my LIFE, have I seen anything like this.

The camera slowly pans around each and every hooded figure, then to the two in the ring.

RJ : Is this it?

As the camera zooms out to show a view of the whole ring and ringside area, each and every hooded figure raises their head and begins to speak. A chorus of monotonous, sedated voices fill the arena like a school-hall assembly.



Hoods : The celebrated rebirth has succeeded yet something remains unborn.
I am he.
An enforced hibernation has awoken to a golden dawn but there must always be a dark cloud over the horizon.
And I am he.
This newborn which misses a limb
This clone with a misplaced chromosome
It succeeds now but will succumb to the brutality of natural selection unless that which is missing is returned.
Unless that which makes you complete is returned.
And I am he!

It is inevitable that where there is war, there will be the fallen
And I am he
But man’s greatest war is not against his fellow man (they all point at Kenty), but against himself.
It is against the self-destructive unstoppable force of his own aging
And though I have fallen in wars past, it is in THIS war which I have succeeded.

For I shall live forever…. through you.

Give in to that which completes you.

I am he.

I…

RJ : WHAT?

MW: OH MY GOD!

RJ: NO DAMN WAY!

MW: THIS IS CRAZY!

The army of men drop pull back their hoods and drop their robes all at once. Kenty looks around the ring, shocked. Every figure has a shaved head, bared and scarred torso, and orange Tibetan pants. The camera pans around the previously covered face of each one once again to reveal a score of unremarkable individuals who speak again in unison.

… I....Am.....Cassius.......Zhi!

The audience drops into a stunned silence as The Saint and Mr. Kenty look on, completely stunned as the now disrobed men snap their necks from side to side in unison before breaking out into Cassius’ trademark grin as Lockdown goes off the air.
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RJ: One of the most surreal moments in 6WF's history, I genuinely could not believe what was unfolding before my eyes as we finally heard from these figures who have plagued 6WF over recent months.

MW: And when we heard the name Cassius Zhi, that changed the whole complexion of this. It bought a new dimension to a group who were already one of the most dangerous and unpredictable that 6WF had ever seen.

RJ: The thing is, despite the name-check, none of them were actually Cassius Zhi, no-one has seen Cassius since he left 6WF at Born In Fire. Are they really representing him, or is it just a ruse for something else?

MW: I don't know RJ, but I tell you what, I sure want to find out!

Backstage we see the door to the office of The Saint. His name emblazoned on the door as the camera turns and Saint comes walking up the corridor towards the office. Saint opens the door and walks right in a as the camera follows.

S: What the...

As the camera catches up with him we see his office, the chair pulled out from behind the desk, as if someone has been sitting on it. Paperwork left out on the desk and a cup of green tea sat steaming in the middle of the desk. Saint looks worried as he steps over towards it to see the cup still full and the tea still piping hot...

S: Son of a bitch!

Saint immediately turns on his heels and goes running out into the corridor looking around for any of the hooded men...

S: WHO DONE THIS?!

Saint comes across a stagehand leaning against a wall drinking water...

S: Did you see anyone go into, or out of my office?

Stagehand: Mr Saint....Hi....

S: Don't give me that 'Mr Saint' crap, what did you see?

Stagehand: I never saw anyone go in or out of there I'm sorry. As far as I knew no one was around here until a few minutes, me included, I've not long got here...

Saint shakes his head and he turns back towards his office, he walks back down the corridor and as he goes to enter his office...

??: Whoa there!! Careful, what's the problem?

As Saint goes to step into his office he bumps into The Consultant..

S: What are you doing here Charlie?

TC: I came here to see you, but your office door was open and there was no sign of you, we need to....

Saint cuts him off...

S: I saw it, what's going on around here? I just asked a guy up there and he says he didn't see anything..

The Consultant holds up his hands and stops Saint in his tracks.

TC: What's wrong Saint, what are you talking about? I wanted to speak to you about an issue with the stock in the merchandise stall. I don't know what's going on here, what's happened?

Saint looks him up and down and then looks past him at the desk...

S: Where is it? Where did it all go?

The desk is clean, clear of any paperwork, no cup of green tea, the Chair is neatly tucked under the desk.

S: There was paperwork everywhere, someone had been sitting in my chair..

The Consultant chuckles to himself.

TC: You sound like the three bears Saint, so you left the office a mess, it's not a crime.

S: No, you don't understand, I hadn't been in here at all, there was paperwork out, the chair was out and there was a cup on the desk.. A cup of hot, fresh... Green Tea...

The Consultants face drops, he stutters over some words before resting a hand on The Saints shoulder. The two men nod to each other and he immediately steps outside the office and starts backing up the corridor

TC: Saint, I'm on it, there must be CCTV on this corridor. I'll get to the bottom of this.....

The Saint looks at the consultant backing up the corridor for a few seconds before looking back at the office, he thinks for a second before shaking his head as the show goes to commercials...

We join Jack Reynolds who is standing by backstage…

JR: Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome my guest at this time, the man who makes his 6WF in ring debut tonight… Jon Doe!

The camera pans out to reveal Doe dressed to compete for the opening match of Lockdown, drawing little to no reaction from the live crowd.

JR: Jon, your debut against CM Funk is just moments away and is one of the most anticipated matches on the card tonight. The 6WF.com message board has been blowing up all week with our fans wanting to know exactly what Jon Doe brings to the table, we’d love to get your thoughts on your very first match.

Doe: I’m ready for a fight, that’s what Jon Doe brings to the table, all the pain, suffering and doubt that’s pent up inside of me is about to coming crashing to the surface. CM Funk, this isn’t personal but I’m going to hurt you, I’m going to make a statement in that ring tonight.

JR: And what exactly is that statement?

Doe: That I will move heaven and earth to find out what happened to me, the answers I seek are here in 6WF, someone here is responsible I can feel it and I’m getting closer every day. With these fists I’ll interrogate the entire locker room if I have too, and let me make myself abundantly clear, when I get my hands on the SOB that did this to me, when I finally meet my maker, the man that created Jon Doe… he’ll know that this Frankenstein’s monster will not be coming back into the fold with open arms. So you continue to hide, continue to conceal why you did this to me and who I really am because with every passing day the aggression in me builds, it festers and grows and there will be a point, a line of no return when Jon Doe is nothing more than pure unadulterated rage and when I cross that line God help anyone that is put in my way!

The scene ends with Doe practically foaming at the mouth, shaking in rage.

Match 1
CM Funk vs Jon Doe

RJ: Singles action kick off Lockdown...

MW: And we have a 6WF debut for you...

RJ: Jon Doe makes his first in-ring appearance in 6WF, and he faces off against one of 6WF's biggest cult hero's, CM Funk!

Smoke fills the stage as 'Cochise' begins to play as Jon Doe Doe appears on stage and looks out around arena, he tentatively takes a deep breath before making his way down to the ring, ignoring pleas from the fans to tag hands he rolls under the bottom rope and stretches against the rope bouncing off the second one an few times.

RJ: Doe looking a bit nervous here...

MW: It's his debut RJ, what do you expect?

“Give up the funk” hits and the crowd erupt as strobe lighting goes off at the top of the stage and CM Funk walks out onto the stage. He spins on the spot before nodding his head to the song as he walks down the ramp, tagging the fans hands. Funk climbs up the steel steps and through the middle rope into the ring.

The music continues playing as Funk begins to dance to loud cheers from the crowd. Funk spots the nerves of Doe and begins dancing towards him, Funk continues the dancing and Doe does start to dance as well...

MW: Oh no, don't tell me we have another joke act...

RJ: He's having fun...

Doe continues dancing before suddenly turning towards Funk, who spins on the spot and Doe drives a knee into the stomach. He signals for the ref to ring the bell as Doe pummels away at the ribs of Funk.

MW: Oh, I like him already!

RJ: Changed your tune quickly Michael.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

Doe continues punching away at the ribs of Funk in the corner, eventually he has to relent as the referee steps in. Funk is then dragged away from the corner by Doe who nails a vicious DDT. He makes the cover.

Ref: 1..................2...........Kick out!

Doe rises to his feet, he stomps down on the ribs of Funk before picking him up, holding Funk across his chest. He hits two gutbuster like moves before launching Funk out across the ring with a fallaway slam. Funk stumbles up to his feet...

RJ: Running STO!

MW: Wow, what a move that was!

Ref: 1...................2................Kick out!

Funk gets the shoulder up, Doe hauls him up and nails a knee to the stomach. He then grabs Funk by the waist, throwing him into the canvas with a German suplex. Funk is kept in the hold as Doe nails a 2nd German suplex, and then a third, bridging into the pin.

RJ: Tremendous athleticism.

Ref: 1......................2....................Kick out!

Funk drives the shoulder up, Doe walks around his body, waiting impatiently for the fan favourite to rise. Eventually Funk gets to his feet, Doe leaps into the air grabbing the head of Funk and driving it into the canvas.

MW: He calls that The Memento!

RJ: Another vicious move by the debutant.

Ref: 1................................2....................................3!

Ding, Ding, Ding!

RJ: And it's all over, Doe gets the win on debut.

MW: An impressive display from the newcomer, even though it was against CM Funk.

RJ: He showed a slight unhinged side that should mean he will fit in very well around here.

Jack Reynolds is stood backstage with the Parasite Killers...

JR: Gents, tonight you both face tough matches against formidable competitors, how do you feel?

JM: So Max thinks he is going to use me to send a statement of intent to those so called big names? How many times, howwwwww many times have heard people say that and fail to do that?

Chaos said that!
Uryo said that!

And look at them, where are they now? Gone because they couldnt back up what they said. I took them out, I sent them packing and we will never see them again.

But Max you see you your different, you have said those things to me in the past and you, you have beaten me, you supposedly made an example of me but look Max you havent backed those actions up, you still havent surpassed them, you still havent won gold, you arent in their league and tonight when I beat you I prove that you arent in mine either.

Max you better have bought your working boots as you are in for a long night, tonight I prove to the world that I belong at the top of this company.

The Fanatic now barges forward in front of Mcmanus

F: And so do I...

Logan tonight you enter hell and tonight Logan, you don't escape. Tonight is the start of the rise of the Parasite Killers and tonight we prove that we belong.

The Fanatic squeezes the microphone and the sound of plastic cracking can be heard as the mic shatters in his hand, he stares into the camera as McManus smiles and we head to commercial.

Match 2
Mike Hill & Dylan ‘Truth’ Armstrong v Project F.E.A.R

RJ: First tag team action of the night up next here for you on Lockdown...

MW: And it sees our tag team champions in action!

RJ: Up against Mike Hill and European Champion Dylan Armstrong, who have built quite the rivalry in the past month.

MW: I don't see how these two are going to be able to co-exist long enough to even hold of the threat of Project F.E.A.R

‘Gimme Some Truth’ by John Lennon plays out through the arena and the crowd boo as Dylan Armstrong strolls cockily out into the arena, the European Title hanging from his shoulder. He looks out across the arena with a confident, assured grin before heading towards the ring. He stands waiting as

“The Next Big Thing” blares out through the speakers and the crowd cheer as Mike Hill strolls out onto the stage. He paces down to the ring quickly, climbing up the steel steps and then springboarding into the ring. He stares down at DTA.

RJ: Clearly there is a lot of issues between these two, they won't be able to work together, they just can't manage it.

MW: And that makes this a very dangerous proposition for both men.

“Sonne” by Rammstein kicks in and the crowd starts booing,

Eins..
zwei..
drei..
vier..
fünf..
sechs..
sieben..
acht..
neun..
aus!

The guitars explode out of the arena speakers as the giant frame of Udo Berg steps out of onto the dry ice filled stage as the crowd descend into Boos. Berg stands at the top of the ramp staring his opponents down as “Crystal skull” blares out around the arena and Visage strides out, eyes wide glaring down at his two opponents. He slaps hands with Berg, the two storm to the ring. Berg climbs over the top rope to enter whilst Visage slides in. Visage and Berg then hold their titles above their heads, glaring at their opponents.

MW: What a team these two are! Powerful, vicious and psychotic, what a combination of attributes.

RJ: It's not just as a team that these two have been impressive, both Berg and Visage put in good displays in singles action in recent weeks.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

DTA starts the match off for his side, locking up against Visage. DTA quickly fires in a headbutt, only for Visage to reply with a couple of elbow smashes into the side of the head. DTA fires back with a couple of European Uppercuts, he then whips Visage out across the ring before taking him down to the canvas with a leg whip.

Visage rolls up to his feet, Armstrong connects with an arm drag takedown. Visage staggers up and DTA kicks him in the stomach before hitting a swinging neckbreaker. Cover.

Ref: 1..................2..........Kick out!

Visage forces the shoulder up. DTA places him into an armbar, Visage fights up to his feet and Armstrong attempts a clothesline, which Visage ducks underneath. He then grabs DTA by the waist before flinging him into the canvas with a German suplex, bridging into the pin.

Ref: 1................2........Kick out!

The tag team champion rolls to his feet, he drops a series of knees down into the face before waiting for Armstrong to rise. Visage then lifts his knee up into the stomach of the European Champion, Visage then bounces off the ropes and takes Armstrong down with a brutal running, corkscrew forearm smash. He hooks the leg.

Ref: 1...................2...........Kick out!

RJ: Very even beginning to this contest!

Armstrong is allowed up to his feet by Visage, who then goes for a throat chop which the European Champion blocks. He then hits two backfist strikes, before running off the ropes and chopblocking Visage down to one leg. DTA then bounces off the ropes and connects with a Dragon whip kick to the head. Armstrong then makes the cover.

Ref: 1.................2............Kick out!

DTA gets up to his feet, he allows Visage to rise before throwing him into the corner. Armstrong sprints in and hits a leaping clothesline. He teases a tag to Hill but then steps back, Visage stumbles out of the corner straight into a big spinebuster from the European Champion. Cover.

Ref: 1.................2..............Kick out!

Armstrong hauls up Visage, he whips him out across the ring and ducks his head for a back body drop, but Visage leapfrogs over the top. He bounces back off the opposite ropes and connects with a running crossbody block.

MW: Visage needed that counter!

He lifts up Armstrong and sets up for a brainbuster, but Armstrong falls down the back and dropkicks Visage to the corner where he makes the tag to Berg. DTA quickly scurries back and tags in Hill, against his will.

RJ: Now Armstrong wants the tag!

MW: Good thinking if you ask me RJ!

Armstrong leaves the ring, Hill turns and glares at him, beginning to argue but not for too long as Berg runs in and crushes Hill in the corner with a big splash. The Next Big Thing walks forward groggily straight into a big clothesline from Berg. He covers.

Ref: 1.................2............Kick out!

Berg drags up Hill, he fires in a series of crunching body blows that force Hill into the ropes. He Irish whips Hill out across the ring and Berg meets him on the rebound with a big boot to the skull. Hill staggers up and Berg floors him with a gutwrench slam. Cover.

Ref: 1.................2...........Kick out!

Mike Hill forces the shoulder up, Udo Berg quickly drags him towards the ropes where he tags in Visage. He hits a series of sharp knees up into the abdomen, before Project F.E.A.R hit a double spike DDT. Berg then lifts up Visage, before dropping him down so he hits a splash on Hill. He hooks the leg.

Ref: 1....................2..............Kick out!

Visage gets up to his feet, he drags up Hill and connects with a knee-lift facebuster. Visage then runs off the ropes, connecting with a leaping knee to the face ala Daniel Bryan. Cover.

Ref: 1..................2..............Kick out!

MW: Hill being dominated here.

Visage tags back out to Berg. He hauls up The Next Big Thing and slings him over his shoulders, before running forward and connecting with a powerslam. Berg drags up Hill and connects with a 2nd powerslam. Berg then hits a leaping leg drop down across the throat. He hooks the leg

Ref: 1..................2..............Kick out!

Udo drags up Hill, he launches him into the corner before sprinting in and hitting a spear. He allows Hill out of the corner, where he sets up for a powerbomb...

RJ: Hill-a-can-rana!

MW: What a counter by Mike Hill!

RJ: He needed that!

Hill then kips up to his feet to loud cheers from the crowd. Berg is quickly up, Hill ducks a clothesline. He goes for a boot to the gut but Berg grabs it, only for Hill to counter with an enzaguri kick to the head. Berg falls to one knee, Hill bounces off the ropes and hits a superkick to the chin. Cover.

Ref: 1........................2................Kick out!

Mike Hill slowly gets to his feet, Berg follows suit and Hill kicks him in the stomach. He then manages to connect with an inverted atomic drop, before running off the ropes and nailing a spinning heel kick. He has to hit a 2nd spinning wheel kick to put Berg to the mat, before then going up top...

MW: Mike Time!

Ref: 1........................2........................Kick out!

Udo powers the shoulder up off the canvas, Hill slowly begins to get to his feet and crawls to the corner where he goes to make a tag...

RJ: Armstrong is leaving!

MW: He's leaving Hill high and dry here!

RJ: Why the hell is he doing this?!

MW: I guess that attack from Hill last week didn't sit well with him.

Armstrong leaps off the apron, and walks up the ramp, leaving Hill to spin around to face up to Visage. He runs in at him and goes for a running tornado DDT but Visage shoves him away. Hill runs in and Visage nails a roundhouse spin kick to the head, the tag team champion then goes up to the top rope...

RJ: FEAR FALLS!

MW: That's it!

Ref: 1.........................2...............................3!

MW: Another win for Project F.E.A.R!

RJ: Only because Armstrong left Hill to fight for himself.

MW: That was revenge 'Arj.

RJ: It certainly won't help relations between the pair.

MW: Time for a 6WF.com Exclusive...

RJ: That’s right, Mike! Following from his brutal, and almost self destructive victory over Blue Dragon at Chaos we had a chance to catch up with Austin Stevens as he comes to terms with the gravity of what he put his body through...

Our scene opens in the make shift gym/home of Austin Stevens, the camera pans around and shows an asortment of work out machines covered in dust surrounded by empty and crushed cans of beer and broken bottles of vodka and whiskey. In the background the sound of tapping can be heard as the camera spins around revealing the figure of Austin sat at a table. The camera approaches Austin from behind slowly moving up to him as the lights flicker, as the camera gets closer and closer the tapping noise gets louder and gradually faster.

The camera begins to pan around keeping Austin as it's main target as it reaches the front of him revealing the hardcore belt laid out carefully in front of Austin, he stares forward numbly as the sound of tapping is revealed. Austin has his hand placed out in front of him and is repeatedly stabbing a knife between the gaps of his fingers, he goes from one to another getting faster and faster as he speaks under his breath, as he speaks it is revealed that he is playing the “knife game” but as he sings along with each knife blow the lyrics begin to change.

Oh, I have all my fingers
the knife goes chop chop chop
If I miss the spaces in between
my fingers will come off
And if I hit my fingers
the blood will soon come out
But all the same, I play this game
cause thats what its all about

Austin pauses for a second before he begins to stab the table faster and faster shouting with every chop

Oh, CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP
Im picking up the speed
And If I hit my fingers then
my hand will start to bleed!
And if Blue Dragon wants my title
then he'll have to go through hell
he's asking for the end
so I might as well...

Austin begins to shout as he stabs the knife in harder causing splinters to fly from the table

...GIVE HIM WHAT HE WANTS
AND END THIS FUCKING LIE
BUT LOSE MY FUCKING TITLE!?
I'D RATHER FUCKING DIE!

As Austin finishes and drops the knife and breathes heavily the camera pans down to reveal the table now covered in blood, Austin remains numb, staring deep in to the camera.

MW: You call that coming to terms with it? The guy’s insane!! The only plus point is all the damage he’s going to do to Blue Dragon.

RJ: Oh give him a break! He’s the only one on this roster with the ability to go toe to toe with someone as unhinged as Stevens.

MW: I just hope for all our sakes he doesn’t come out on top, folks, we’ll be right back!

Match 3

Logan Kincade vs The Fanatic

RJ: What a contest we have next here on Lockdown, a match that could end up becoming quite brutal.

MW: It sees Logan Kincade, former 6WF World Champion, facing off against one half of the Parasite Killers, The Fanatic.

RJ: Both of these men are former Hardcore champions and have offences that are uncompromising, powerful and vicious.

MW: Which should make for a great clash!

"Change(in the house of flies" roars out and again the crowd are mixed in their reaction as The Fanatic walks slowly out onto the stage. He walks down the ramp, before climbing up the steel steps and then over the top rope into the ring.

RJ: These two clashed on last week's Lockdown, albeit in tag team action, so this marks a renewal of that contest.

MW: It's a big opportunity for Fanatic to prove he still has it in singles competition, even if he is now targetting tag team gold with James McManus.

DUE TO THE GRAPHIC NATURE OF THIS PROGRAMME, VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED...”Edgecrusher” roars out around the arena. Logan Kincade steps out on to the ramp, he stares down at The Fanatic whilst Alex Walker watches on from behind him. Kincade storms down the ramp with Walker attempting to keep pace. Logan rolls into the ring and leaps to his feet, glaring at Fanatic.

RJ: You talk about this being a big opportunity for Fanatic, I think a win here is imperative for Kinade.

MW: I agree 'Arj, he's not been at his best in recent months in my opinion, but one win should change all that. Form is temporary, class is permanent RJ.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

Fanatic and Kincade lock-up, and Fanatic drives Kincade back into the corner. He hits a couple of headbutts but Kincade quickly turns the tables by driving Fanatic's head down into the top turnbuckle. Kincade quickly starts kicking away at the gut until Fanatic slumps down. Logan then follows that up with stomps into the face until the referee intervenes. Logan takes a step back before running in and kicking Fanatic in the side of the head.

Logan then drags Fanatic away from the corner, where he locks in a grounded rear chinlock. Fanatic gets up to his feet, he throws Logan down to the canvas with a hip toss like move. Kincade rolls up, Fanatic goes for a clothesline but Kincade blocks. He then drives a knee into the stomach followed by a legsweep DDT into the canvas. He makes the cover.

Ref: 1.................2...........Kick out!          

Fanatic forces the shoulder up, Logan gets to his feet and immediately goes back on the offence by again stomping down on the head of Fanatic until once more the referee has to intervene. Kincade then allows Fanatic up to his feet, before bouncing off the ropes and connecitng with a jumping clothesline, taking Fanatic down to the canvas. Kincade doesn't cover immediately, instead going to the 2nd rope and hitting a diving knee to the face. Cover.

Ref: 1.................2.........Kick out!

MW: Logan has started this match like he means business.

RJ: He certainly doesn't look in the mood for a long, drawn-out battle.

Kincade locks in a front facelock. Fanatic gets up to his feet, only for Logan to drive a succession of big knees into the face of the Parasite Killers member. He backs Fanatic into the corner, before firing in another set of body punches. Kincade takes a few step backs, allowing Fanatic forward before running in and taking him down with a crossbody block. He covers.

Ref: 1....................2...............Kick out!

Logan goes to the apron, he waits for Fanatic to rise before springboarding in. He goes for a flying clothesline but Fanatic catches Logan over his shoulders before hitting a gutbuster. Logan rolls up and Fanatic drives him into the canvas with a spinebuster. Cover.

Ref: 1..................2............Kick out!

Kincade forces the shoulder up, Fanatic gets to his feet slowly and allows Kincade up as well. He then hits a kick into the stomach that makes Logan lurch over. Fanatic then fires punches down into the back, before lifting Logan into the air and driving him into the canvas with a powerbomb. He then hooks the leg.

Ref: 1...................2..............Kick out!

MW: Fanatic coming back into this one!

RJ: He's going well.

Fanatic drags up Logan, he then throws him down into a suplex. He keeps the hold applied, dragging up the former world champion and connecting with a 2nd suplex. He sets up for the third suplex but Logan fights free. He then runs in at Fanatic, but he counters with a back body drop. Logan stumbles up, Fanatic hits a crunching big boot to the skull. Cover.

Ref: 1...................2..............Kick out!

Kincade forces the shoulder up, Fanatic sets up for a piledriver but this time it is Kincade who counters with a back body drop. Fanatic stumbles up to his feet, Kincade bounces off the ropes and takes Fanatic down with a meathook clothesline! Cover.

RJ: What a clothesline that was!

Ref: 1....................2...................Kick out!

Fanatic is hauled to his feet by Logan, who then fires in some big European Uppercuts to the chin. Fanatic falls into the ropes, Logan then launches him out across the ring before bouncing off the ropes and nailing a superkick into the chin on the rebound. He quickly hooks the leg.

Ref: 1..................2..............Kick out!

RJ: Kincade back in charge of this contest now!

Logan goes up to the top rope, waiting for Fanatic to rise before flying off and nailing a crossbody block. He doesn't cover, instead rolling to his feet and running in, hitting a knee to the head. Cover.

Ref: 1...................2...............Kick out!

Fanatic forces the shoulder up, Kincade goes to lock in the sleeper hold but Fanatic counters with a side suplex. He then drags up Logan, grabbing him by the throat...

MW: Setting up for the CHOKESLAM...

RJ: Walker on the apron!

MW: That's why he's such a good manager, spotted the danger!

RJ: But Kincade has fought out himself, reverse DDT!

Logan nails a reverse DDT on Fanatic after fighting out of the choke hold. Kincade then strides towards Walker, barging past the ref to tell Walker to get off the apron. Walker is talking to Kincade, trying to tell him he was only trying to help but Logan is not happy with him. He points to the back and is getting closer to Walker, trying to force him off the apron.

Eventually Alex Walker relents, dropping off the ring apron. Logan Kincade nods and then turns back around, but Fanatic is up, he grabs Kincade by the throat...

MW: CHOKESLAM!

Ref: 1.......................2...............................3!

Ding, Ding, Ding!

RJ: Fanatic wins!

MW: What a huge win that is for Fanatic!

RJ: But another loss for Kincade, and all thanks to Walker, albeit inadvertently.

Fanatic gets to his feet, he has his arm raised by the ref and salutes the fans before leaving the ring. Logan rolls to his feet slowly, clutching the back of his head. Kincade is up in the ring and furiously kicks the bottom rope in frustration. The unbridled anger in his face is palpable as he aims several more explosive kicks to the ropes.

RJ : Kincade is about to explode here Wire!

The atmosphere in the arena tangibly intensifies as several people in the crowd can be seen turning their attention to the ramp.

Wire : Oh no, look RJ… it’s them!

One of the commentators audibly gulps with worry, as Kincade’s intense attention is diverted to the sight at the top of the ramp where two hooded figures step out onto the stage. Logan greets their appearance with a twisted grin.

RJ : Good God. If Logan Kincade is a powder keg ready to explode then these hoods… these addicts… they may just be the spark it takes!

Wire : Duck and cover , RJ!

Both hooded men take calm, casual steps towards the point where the stage meets the decline of the ramp and stop, staring down at Logan Kincade in the ring. They both snap their neck to the right simultaneously, before Hood #1 raise the mic in his hand to the mouth of his facial shroud.

Hood #1 : What is this before me?

Logan’s grin widens across his face, seemingly relishing the interruption. Just like last week, the hooded figures seamlessly switch who is talking. Both sharing the same pace and tone, eerily similar to that of Cassius Zhi, but identifiably not exactly his. Hood #2 raises his mic.

Hood #2 : An insult to a memory
A betrayal to a legacy
Sometimes you really do need to know when to give something up.

Hood #1 slowly paces to the far side of the stage, staring out into the crowd.

Hood #1 : To let it die.

Hood #2 mirrors his partner’s movement, to the opposite side of the stage.

Hood #2 : To let Re-Genesis die.

Both hoods quarter turn to once again stare down at Logan Kincade

Both : To let 6WF DIE!

With that, behind the two hooded figures, twenty or so further figures step out onto the stage behind them. Slowly overflowing out around the would-be leaders. Logan readies himself for a fight, almost frothing at the mouth with anticipation.

RJ : What the hell are they talking about? What do they want?

The two leaders slowly walk round to the front of the hooded pack, and again both twitch their neck. Behind them, the pack of shrouded figures identically replicate the movement and are then led down the ramp by the two at the front who begin to talk again as the swarm approaches closer to the ring.

Hood #1 : An organism simply cannot survive without its lifeblood
And to let it continue is mere cruelty
Imagine the ignominy of spluttering to a finish
Like lungs without air
An engine without fuel

They reach the bottom of the ramp. Kincade confronts them by leaning over the nearside ropes, enraged, beckoning the whole pack in for a fight. However, seemingly oblivious to the challenge, the followers file around the ring, surrounding it on all sides.

Hood #2 : Re-Genesis died because ITS lifeblood was drained
Sucked dry by a vampirous leech… Alex Walker.

Every single hooded figure looks up to the ceiling and seethes with restrained anger at the mention of Walker’s name, before slowly lowering their head back to stare into the ring. The two leaders become more animated, as if energised by the uniformity of the others’ movements. Hood #1 paces the small area of unoccupied floor in front of him.

Hood #1 : My message... my designs for 6WF… twisted, contorted and intertwined into his own.
A vile tapestry woven by his hand yet dyed with my blood.

Hood #2 : And now 6WF will DIE because all that remained of that lifeblood has run away, through the gutters and to the sewers.

Both hoods are now pacing, and the others begin to become energised themselves, bustling on the spot where each stands. The atmosphere is electric as Kincade looks all around at the ring, anticipating which direction the attack will come from.

They all stare at Logan, but don’t seem to be addressing him. Looking through him. They interchange speech more rapidly now as the pack and the leaders feed off each other’s energy.

Hood #1 : You think Logan Kincade is a suitable replacement?
Logan Kincade does not bleed the same way.

Hood #2 : Logan Kincade has no purpose

Hood #1 : Logan Kincade is not an agent of regenesis.

Both : Not like I was!

Kincade looks out at the leaders, confused, but unrelenting in his will to fight.

RJ : “An agent of regenesis”? What do they mean?

Wire : I have no idea what any of this means ‘Arj.

Hood #1 : I wanted change.
Hood #2 : I wanted to change you all!
Hood #1 : True REGENESIS

Both : To be re-born…. In my… image!

All of the hooded figures break out into an irony laced, maniacal laugh, looking around at each other in amusement, before calming once again.

Hood #1 : Kincade wants no such thing!

Every figure around the ring clenches and unclenches their fists. The camera quickly pans around them all, looking at them all staring up at Kincade.

Hood #1 : Logan Kincade is just a temporary covering for a hole that can never be filled
I WAS THE ROAD TO A NEW DAWN!

Hood #2 : A road to a bright new dawn that you would all awake to, and long to wake to every day.
Logan Kincade is just a manhole cover on that road.

Hood #1 : Alex Walker’s cheap replacement.
Hood #2 : Alex Walker’s embarrassing illusion of normality.

Hood #1 : Not an agent of regenesis. Just an agent for Alex Walker’s bidding.

Hood #2 : Logan Kincade is just a manhole cover to keep those below him supressed
To keep those who roam the sewers supressed.

Hood #1 : But now those sewers are overflowing.

RJ : OH GOOD GOD NO!

Several members of the audience start to stand up, dispersed all around the capacity audience. Each wearing the same black cloak.

Hood #2 : The lifeblood is seeping out all around you
The covers will soon buckle under the strain
And soon it will run like rivers through these corridors
The arteries of this sick and decrepit organism.
Into the arteries of every individual.
And 6WF will OVERDOSE!

YOU WILL OVERDOSE ON THIS LIFEBLOOD!
YOU WILL DROWN IN THIS LIFEBLOOD, LOGAN KINCADE!

As the second hooded figure shouts, more people in the crowd stand up, creating an eerie but electric bustle of excitement amongst the fans.

Wire : I don’t believe this RJ. There must be 60, 70 of them in this arena. God knows how many more. What is going on?

Hood #1 : Vortex not so long ago said that I had become an actor.
That I had become someone else.
Well with great gluttonous, self-serving insolence comes some insight.
As I am indeed someone else.

(The hoods roll their necks from side to side malevolently)

Hood #2 : I am many people else.

(The two leaders hold their arms out wide to indicate the hoods surrounding the ring)

Both : And soon… I will be EVERYBODY ELSE!

The two leaders throw their mics to the floor with a thud and then throw back their robes down with a flourish. Instantaneously the other hooded figures around the ring follow, and then like a ripple around the arena, those hooded figures in the crowd do the same.

The camera pans out to a wide angled shot of the whole arena, with Logan looking out at the crazy scene that has unfolded. Each and every one has the same shaved head, bare scarred torso, and orange pants. They begin to chant in unison.

All : I am Cassius Zhi!

The camera cuts backstage where Cameron Faith is seen lent back against the wall. Faith has the FreeWeight Title in one hand draped down towards the floor, just above ground level and he seems to be daydreaming somewhat. The camera remains in the same position looking up at Faith for a while before Faith begins speaking. ..

CF: What’s the matter, don’t like how I’m treating my belt? The camera zooms out from Faith as he then flips the belt over his shoulder in a single movement and then stares angrily into the camera. CF: You see the old Cameron Faith would give a damn about what all you ingrates think. Hell I’d probably have gone back to my house and polished it to give it the “respect” it deserves. But that’s the key word around here lately isn’t it; Respect. I walk around as the FreeWeight Champion and people should RESPECT me, but they look upon me as just another kid in the locker room. Just because I didn’t fit the right criteria or have the right friends I was always doomed to a career of mediocrity.
Now I will admit I didn’t really help myself, I just allowed the whole of 6WF to use me as a doormat. I was ever the underdog because I never thought to change my outlook on life, but there was something key that finally tripped the switch, and his name was Clarke James…

Faith looks slightly disgusted as he says the name but quickly changes his face back to a serious one as he speaks once again.

CF: It took a man who I considered to be my own friend stabbing me in the back to change me into this. That’s right Clarke, you made me into this. Now you may be wondering how you committed such a betrayal but deep down inside you know you were never worried about my wellbeing. The only reason you associated yourself with me was to get some of that love from the crowd for helping the “little guy”, and the moment you had their hearts you’d have stolen this title away.

I might hate the guy intensely but Lex Hart did teach me a valuable lesson, don’t have friends. Friends in this business are only out for themselves and only associate themselves with you to get something they want, normally at your expense. People might have a problem with that attitude but as I’ve mentioned before, I really don’t care. Now it’s Cameron Faith’s time, now I’m going to ascend to the greatness everyone else has tried to prevent me from attaining. Whether the fans cheer or boo me now is irrelevant because I’ll tell you right now, I’d rather be successful and hated than be mediocre and pitied. Oh and one more thing, this whole ordeal with Krystal is none of any of your business. It’s my relationship and I will deal with that two bit…

As Faith goes to continue speaking a figure suddenly jumps on screen and starts pummeling away at Faith. It’s quickly revealed to be Clarke James, and he now has Faith pinned down by the wall as he delivers violent punches to the head of Faith who desperately tries to cover up. Eventually security and backroom staff get involved and pull James away, who remains swinging. Faith is then checked on by a medic who seems genuinely concerned, until suddenly Faith lunges to his feet and using the belt smashes the head of the detained James who has no way of defending himself. Cameron Faith smirks as he then walks away down the corridor as Clarke James snarls at him from the floor as he is now checked on.

The cameras backstage catch up with Saint as he makes his way to the trainers room. As he steps inside we see Austin Stevens sat in the trainers chair, he is being prodded and probed by a physio, he has his arm lifted above his head and the physio is slowly pushing it further and further back as Stevens grimaces in pain. It gets to a point where the physio is struggling to push.

Stevens: Why have you stopped? Carry on, I want more!!

The Saint Clears his throat and Stevens turns and looks at the GM with a snarl..

Saint: Mr Stevens, nice to see you here...

Stevens: Did I have a fucking choice?

Stevens brushes away the physio who scurries out of the room as quickly as he can.

Saint: No Austin, you didn't, I brought you here to show you exactly what is going to be your weekly routine if you carry on the way your going....

The door opens and in steps Blue Dragon, Stevens sets himself for a fight but The Saint jumps in between the two men as Blue Dragon smiles and he puts an arm around The Saint who quickly pulls away, much to BDs displeasure.

BD: What the Fuck?

Saint: I'm sorry Blue but this ain't a friendly chat. I've asked you two gentlemen here to speak to you about your recent actions here in 6WF..

BD/Stevens: Fuck off!!

Saint: This is serious guys. The two of you have been taking stupid risks out in that ring and from what I've seen, in your personal life, Stevens. This company has always, and will always expect the best from its stars and when it comes to the hardcore devision, the best is sometimes dangerous. That being said though, I cannot condone your attitudes or your actions in recent weeks and months. The two of you need to remember that this is a company and a product aimed towards a world wide audience, this isn't some sort of snuff movie. We have kids sitting in this arena for Christ sake...

BD: Saint, you know how long I've been here, you know how far I'm willing to take things, why is that a problem?

Saint: I know exactly how far your willing to go to hold that Hardcore title again Blue, I know how far you've gone in the past and I know that what we've seen so far isn't your limit, that's why I'm giving you this warning now..

Stevens jumps up out of his chair and shouts in the Saints face, prodding him in the chest with a finger as he does so.

Stevens: AND YOU KNOW HOW FAR ILL GO TO KEEP IT!! LISTEN UP 'BOSS', IF HE, THAT CUNT THERE, WANTS TO TAKE THE HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP AWAY FROM ME, HE'S GOING TO HAVE TO PRIZE IT FROM MY DEAD, COLD, FUCKING, HANDS....

The Saint pushes Stevens away and he takes a step back from both men.

Saint: Exactly, Dragon, I know that it's no exaggeration that you are willing to kill to get your hands on that title, and normally, in the past, that wouldn't be a problem. But now it's different. For the first time ever. I genuinely believe that we have a Hardcore Champion that is willing to die to keep his hands on the belt. And I don't mean figuratively, I mean, we literally have a situation where, for the first time, I need to step in, before someone gets killed.

BD and Stevens look at each other, a slight look of respect almost emerges before it's shattered and replaced with pure hatred.. Both men start to argue about who is the most dangerous and determined before Saint has to intervening once more...

Saint: STOP!! THE PAIR OF YOU, STOP THIS NOW!!!! If you carry on putting both your lives and this companies reputation in danger then I will be forced to strip you of the title Stevens... And to rule that you Dragon, that you never get a Hardcore title shot in your life...

Both men stop in their tracks and once again snarl at The Saint who has calmed himself down and is calmly looking at each man in turn.

Saint: The two of you have took things so far with this that there is no way out now. At Chaos, you nearly killed each other, litterally. I asked you here to give you this warning, the way things are going, someone is going to get seriously hurt. The two of you are welcome to beat the holy shot out of each other all you want, but I'm telling you now, I book you to fight. If this goes too far and I start to lose talent over a bitter rivalry like this, you guys will be the first on my shit list... Be warned, treat this for what is is, a competition, a fight. It's not life or death...

Stevens stands and walks towards Saint, he glares into his eyes and then turns to smile at Blue Dragon..

Stevens: Yes Saint, for me, it is all about life and... Death....

Stevens leaves the room and the scene fades to black.

Match 4
Cameron Faith & Austin Stevens v Clarke James & Blue Dragon

RJ: More tag team action now on Lockdown!

MW: Another intriguing contest as well RJ, although I think these two teams should get on a bit better than Hill and Armstrong did earlier in the night.

RJ: I think that's a given, but I think the match itself could be quite combustible, two heated rivalries in this contest.

MW: Two champions against the two, unofficial, number one contenders to their title belts.

The crowd begins to grow louder, awaiting the arrival of their hero. The lights go down and a siren sounds out, as lights flicker. Chase and Status’ ‘Blind Faith’ booms into the arena and the crowd go wild. The lights go up and there, stood with his back to the crowd, arms outstretched, is Clarke James. He turns to face the crowd and grins, he raises his arms and then walks to the ring. James leans against the ropes waiting for his tag team partner to arrive.

"Freak on a leash" sounds out across the arena as the crowd start to cheer. Blue Dragon appears on the top of the ramp and soon starts to head down the ramp. He goes to tag the fans hands but they are stood motionless. BD watches with confusion for a moment before continuing his walk down to the ring, he slides into the ring and then slaps hands with James.

MW: A team of over-hyped failures if ever I saw one.

RJ: Well, I think that is very harsh Michael, and you know it too. They've achieved a lot in their history, and could very well be champions going into this match if they'd have had a bit more luck.

'I Fought the Law’ booms out of the speakers and the crowd are mixed in their reception as Cameron Faith strides out onto the stage. He holds up the Freeweight title above his head, walking straight past the fans, before sliding into the ring and holding his title right in the face of James.

The stage begins to fill with smoke and the lights go down as a figure appears amongst the smoke, the lights go on as “Defective Breed” begins to blast out of the speakers. Austin walks down to the ring and rolls under the ropes before standing in the centre of the ring shouts out “Motor City Massacre!” making an M with his hand before pointing to the Hardcore Title around his waist.

RJ: Two of 6WF's brightest young stars, but both with what can be described as attitude problems.

MW: It's their attitudes that will make them successful, more successful than the two men on the opposite side of the ring.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

Stevens decides to start the contest off for his side, and he locks up with Clarke James. Stevens powers James back against the ropes, but Clarke James then manages to duck under a clothesline attempt, he then flapjacks Stevens down face-first across the top rope. Stevens stumbles away from the ropes, James runs the ropes to the middle of the ring and connects with a swinging neckbreaker. Cover.

Ref: 1.................2..........Kick out!

Stevens drives the shoulder up. James hauls him to his feet, where he hits a couple of European Uppercuts, only for Stevens to respond with some crushing European Uppercuts of his own. He whips James out across the ring, before nailing the veteran with a discus lariat. James stumbles up and Stevens connects with a double arm DDT! Cover.

Ref: 1..................2.............Kick out!

James forces the shoulder up. Stevens allows him to his feet, where he then applies a side headlock. He drags James to the corner where the tag is made to Faith, who steps in and kicks James in the gut. Faith immediately starts booting away on the gut of James, before going to the 2nd rope. He then dives backwards, hitting a double foot stomp into the abdomen. He makes the cover.

Ref: 1................2.........Kick out!

Faith lifts up James, he quickly hits a monkey flip that sends James back into the corner. Cameron then runs in, hitting a dropkick to the stomach. Faith then drives a series of short, sharp knees up into the stomach of James. He lurches forward, and Faith drives the head of James into the canvas with a reverse STO. He hooks the leg.

MW: Strong start from Faith and Stevens.

RJ: Faith certainly showing that new attitude of his.

Ref: 1...............2...........Kick out!

James is dragged up by Faith, who fires in a series of knife-edge chops to the chest that send James back into the corner. Faith then tags out to Stevens, but not before he hits a shining wizard. He steps out, Stevens runs in and hits a boot to the skull. James stumbles forward Stevens levels him with a brainbuster. Cover.

Ref: 1..................2..............Kick out!

Stevens waits for James to rise, he then takes him down to the canvas with a snap suplex. Austin then steps back to the corner, waiting for James to rise before sprinting in and connecting with a Yakuza kick. He hooks the leg.

Ref: 1..................2.............Kick out!

Austin locks in a grounded full nelson hold. He hauls up James, but he manages to counter with a jawbreaker. James hits a 2nd jawbreaker, before running off the ropes and knocking Stevens down with a spinning wheel kick. The hardcore champion gets up to his feet and James hits him with a spinebuster!

MW: James needed to counter that bit of counter-offence in, Faith and Stevens were absolutely dominating the match.

Ref: 1.....................2..............Kick out!

James kips up to his feet, much to the crowd's delight. He drags Stevens towards the corner, and then tags in Blue Dragon. James hits an atomic drop on Stevens, Blue Dragon then runs off the ropes and takes his rival down with a big elbow smash. Cover.

Ref: 1..................2...........Kick out!

Blue Dragon drags up Austin Stevens, he begins firing in huge punches at his rival who tries to defend himself in vain. BD fires in a flurry of body blows, before lifting up Stevens and slamming him into the canvas. Stevens rolls up, BD slings him over his shoulders and then connects with a powerslam. He hooks the leg.

Ref: 1...............2...........Kick out!

Blue Dragon waits for Stevens to rise, he sets up for a powerbomb but Stevens fires in punches to the head in order to escape the hold. He dives back to the corner and makes the tag to Faith. He springboards over the top rope, running in at Blue Dragon who counters with a snap powerslam. BD then tags in James, who dives off the top rope and connects with a corkscrew senton. He covers.

Ref: 1................2.........Kick out!

RJ: James has a chance at revenge here.

Clarke James hauls up Faith, he connects with a big atomic drop before running off the ropes and connecting with a bulldog. James waits for him to rise before connecting with a tiger calf kick. Cover.

Ref: 1..................2..........Kick out!

Faith is hauled up by James, he whips the Freeweight champion into the ropes and on the rebound he connects with a tilt-a-whirl neckbreaker. James goes to the outside, before springboarding in and nailing a diving plancha on his foe. He hooks the leg.

Ref: 1..................2..........Kick out!

James tags out to Blue Dragon. He steps in and hauls up Faith, where he hits a couple of punches down into the back. He then throws Faith out across the ring with a belly to belly suplex. He stumbles up and BD nails a big boot to the skull. Cover.

Ref: 1...............2...........Kick out!

MW: Faith getting dominated here!

Blue Dragon waits for the Freeweight champion to rise before throwing him into the ropes. On the rebound, Blue Dragon takes Faith down to the canvas with a sidewalk slam. Cameron rolls up to his feet, Blue Dragon boots him in the gut...

RJ: Powerbomb!

Ref: 1..................2..............Kick out!

BD rolls to his feet and immediately goes up to the top rope. He waits for Faith to rise before flying off and nailing a big crossbody block. Cover.

Ref: 1....................2...........Kick out!

Faith again kicks out, Blue Dragon allows him up and then sets up for the Deathnote but Faith manages to land on his feet behind the former Hardcore champion. He connects with a backbreaker into a swinging neckbreaker.

Both men are down on the canvas, Blue Dragon manages to get the tag first and Clarke James springs into the ring, dragging Faith away from the corner. He hits a series of elbows down into the stomach, before lifting up the Freeweight champion and connecting with a DDT. Cover.

Ref: 1...................2.............Kick out!

James drags up Faith, he goes for a suplex but Faith blocks it. He then counters with a suplex of his own, Faith keeps the hold applied and hits a 2nd suplex. He then drags James to the corner, before lifting him up and hitting a front-first suplex on the top rope. Faith then runs along, kicking James in the head as he then falls off the ropes to the floor. He hooks the leg.

RJ: Faith coming back into this one now.

Ref: 1...................2.............Kick out!

James forces the shoulder up. Faith rolls to his feet and stomps away on the head of James repeatedly who rolls back to the corner. Faith runs in and kicks James in the face, before placing his boot across the throat of James to choke him out. Faith breaks the hold, before lifting up James...

MW: Piledriver!

RJ: That was vicious!

Ref: 1...................2...............Kick out!

Faith immediately drags up James, he hits him with a gutbuster before going to the top rope. He goes for the moonsault but James gets his knees up. Faith rolls around in agony, James run off the ropes and nails a bulldog. Cover.

Ref: 1.....................2.................Austin Stevens breaks the pinfall!

Stevens breaks the pin, Blue Dragon runs in and picks up Stevens. He fires in a series of punches to the head that back Stevens into the ropes. Blue Dragon runs off the ropes but Stevens back body drops him over the top rope. Stevens then runs the ropes...

RJ: SUICIDE DIVE!

Stevens rolls to his feet, he immediately starts pummeling away on the head of Blue Dragon, but he then pulls Stevens head down across the railings. BD then starts smashing knees into the gut, before clothesling Stevens into the front row. He staggers up, BD runs and leaps over the railings, hitting a flying shoulder block. The two rise to their feet simultaneously and begin brawling.

In the ring, James hauls up Faith and sets up for Faithless but the Freeweight champion spins out and connects headlock driver. Faith steps to the corner, James rolls up...

RJ: SUPERKICK!

Ref: 1..........................2..................................3!

Ding, Ding, Ding!

RJ: Cameron Faith wins it!

MW: That's despite being up against it most of the match, taking a beating from both James and Blue Dragon.

RJ: Victory will no doubt suggest to him that his new attitude is paying off.

MW: And I wonder where Blue Dragon and Stevens are?

RJ: Still beating the hell out of each other through the crowd judging by these pictures we are just being shown.

MW: These two clearly choosing to ignore the instructions of our general manager

*Lockdown goes to a commercial as Stevens and Blue Dragon brawl up the steps, until security begin to form a barrier between the two.

Jack Reynolds is stood adjacent to Max Adamson as the Australian stands looking disgusted, Adamson is wearing a navy blue hooded sweatshirt with the hood up, and has a snarl on his lips;

JR: Max Adamson, can I get your thoughts on what we witnessed at the end of last week's show? There must have been about twenty five different men made to look exactly like Cassius Zhi!

(Adamson glares at Reynolds who stops talking)

Max: Jack, I couldn't care less. It could have been twenty five men dressed as Rasta for all I care. Everyone seems to have this fascination with talking about the hooded guys, and their speech and how they have returned, but in the process are taking their own eyes off the prize. Max Adamson isn't falling for it. No, you see Jack, my eyes are firmly on the prize. Just because Chaos didn't go so well for Max Adamson, it doesn't mean I'm at the back of the queue now. I haven't worked too hard and too long to get the opportunities I deserved, just to stop when it doesn't work out. The Saint can pretend he's pre-occupied with the two dozen Cassiusses, or Cassii, Mr Kenty can continue thinking he's everyone's best friend and that everyone is happy for him, Crime Lord can believe he is the number one contender ahead of me because he was kicked in the face by a Japanese businessman, but let me make this perfectly clear to all of you. Max Adamson is going nowhere. Max Adamson remains the Undisputed Challenger, Max Adamson is still driven by the same things that drove him last week, and the week before, and the week before. Desire. The desire for me to win the 6WF Undisputed Championship is greater than any of you can even imagine.

JR: What about your match this week against James McManus?

(Adamson looks disgusted once again before answering)

Max: Nothing personal James, but I don't give a damn about facing you this week. I should be facing Mr Kenty. Not because he's Mr Kenty, but because he the Undisputed Champion. I am sick to death of being overlooked in this company, and irrespective of all the bald tibetian monks in the building last week, Max Adamson receiving his Undisputed Championship opportunity should have been top of the list of priorities. Don't get me wrong James, I will be facing you this week. But I'm not happy about it.

(Adamson smirks as he continues)

Max: And James, I am going to use you to send a message to The Saint, to Mr Kenty, to Crime Lord, to Logan Kincade. Max Adamson is going to eventually climb the mountain and become Undisputed Champion. It's destined to happen. Because I will absoutely make certain it happens. I will leave nothing to chance, I will leave nothing to decisions made by the likes of Saint and Alex Walker. I will do this on my own. And I apologise in advance James, it begins with the decimation of you this week.

(Adamson takes his hood down)

Max: I... Am... Max... Adamson.

(Adamson winks at Reynolds who looks uncomfortable, Adamson walks away)

RJ: Folks, what an evening it’s been so far but....

MW: What the?

The lights in the arena dim down and the titantron begins to flicker as the screen does bright white and the speakers begin to crackle...

??: There's a problem with this show...I'm not impressed at all...

..A Gimmick Infringing Double Champion...

...A Veteran Still trying to chase after a title...

...Boring Tag Team Champions...
..An Irrelevant Champion....

.....- 2014 may not be my year but I will make sure this Summer, Fall and Winter is filled with nothing but havoc! I have resentment inside against alot of you people that are letting the ball bounce but isn't picking it up and running with it. I know damn well I'm not doing this by myself either.

A huge explosion goes off on the stage and flames rise up before the lights come back up, the Titantron flickers again as a message appears on the screen....

Walk with them....

RJ: Oh my, we’ve heard a similar message before, could it be?

MW: I dunno, ‘Arj, but I’m sure we’ll find out soon.

Match 5

James McManus vs Max Adamson

RJ: Singles action up next here on Lockdown!

MW: And like the match between Logan Kincade and Fanatic earlier in the night, this match has emerged from the tag team clash between The Parasite Killers and Kincade/Adamson last week.

RJ: It's now the turn of McManus and the Australian Phenom to fight it out after Fanatic's shock win over Kincade earlier in the night.

“Sad but true” hits and the crowd give a mixed reaction as James McManus strides out onto the stage. He paces down the ramp, waiting outside the ring for a moment to leap up and down on the spot before sliding in.

MW: Much like his tag partner earlier, this is a huge opportunity for McManus to make a name for himself.

RJ: A win here, following Fanatic's victory earlier, would surely make the two of them the number 1 contenders for the tag team titles.

"Lonely Boy" plays out of the speakers and Max Adamson walks out onto the ramp with a chorus of boos surrounding him. Clarissa follows behind him, applauding as they both walk down the ramp to the ring. He motions a world title belt around his waist as Clarissa points at him.

RJ: Adamson looking as confident as ever...

MW: Why wouldn't he be RJ? He's been excellent in recent months. He's in the best form of his life!

Ding, Ding, Ding!

Max and McManus lock-up. Adamson uses his size advantage to shove McManus down to one knee, where he then slaps him across the back of the head. This riles up McManus who manages to spring to his feet and hit a couple of big lifters into the chin of Adamson. He falls backwards, McManus runs in and Adamson simultaneously sprints towards him, McManus takes him down with a knee trembler to the gut followed by a dropkick to the side of the head. Cover.

Ref: 1....................2.............Kick out!

McManus puts Adamson into a side headlock. The Australian gets up to a vertical base swiftly, he then whips McManus firmly into the ropes and connects with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker on the rebound. He hooks the leg.

Ref: 1...................2...........Kick out!

Adamson lifts up McManus, he connects with a monkey flip that sends McManus into the corner. Adamson runs in going for a stinger splash, but McManus dives out of the way. He drags Max backwards and then hits a reverse DDT. He hooks the leg.

Ref: 1....................2................Kick out!

McManus synchs in an armbar, he hauls up Max and then knocks him down with a big clothesline. Max rolls up to his feet, and McManus connects with a snap suplex, which he then manages to bridge over into a pin attempt.

Ref: 1..................2.............Kick out!

RJ: A good start here from James McManus.

James McManus lifts Max up by the head, he then kicks him in the gut and sets up for a powerbomb but Max counters with a back body drop. McManus rolls to his feet and this time it is Adamson who connects with a big clothesline. McManus rolls up again and walks straight into a stalling vertical suplex from Adamson.

MW: Tremendous power there from Max!

Ref: 1...............2..........Kick out!

Max waits for McManus to rise, he then hits a couple of big body punches. McManus responds with two European Uppercuts only for Max to hit a thumb to the eye. He throws McManus into the ropes and on the rebound McManus is taken down with a leaping knee to the head. Adamson lifts up McManus and hits a move similar to Wade Barrett's wasteland. He hooks the leg.

Ref: 1................2..........Kick out!

McManus forces the shoulder up. Adamson stands behind him, waiting for the former European Champion to rise. Adamson then connects with a couple of forearm smashes into the back, followed by an atomic drop. Max then clenches McManus by the waist and slings him down into the canvas with a German suplex, bridging over into the pin attempt.

Ref: 1..................2...........Kick out!

Max lifts up McManus, he sets up for a neckbreaker only for McManus to block and then counter with a neckbreaker of his own. Max stumbles up, McManus boots him in the gut and somehow manages to connect with a powerbomb.

MW: Wow!

RJ: What a move by McManus, it takes some power for him to lift someone the size of Adamson that high.

Ref: 1................2.......Kick out!

McManus leaps to his feet where he immediately starts a stomping down on the head of Max Adamson, pushing his head into the canvas. Max is then allowed to his feet by McManus, who then connects with a lifting DDT. Cover.

Ref: 1..................2.............Kick out!

Adamson forces the shoulder up, McManus lifts him up and whips Max into the ropes. On the rebound, he manages to drive Adamson down into the canvas with a Spinebuster. McManus then runs off the ropes, connecting with a big knee into the side of the head. He hooks the leg.

Ref: 1................2..............Kick out!

James McManus goes up to the top rope, he flies off going for a crossbody but Max leaps into the air connecting with a dropkick to the stomach. McManus writhes in pain, stirring to his knees at which point Max runs the ropes...

RJ: Fa-Maxxer!

Ref: 1..................2...............Kick out!

Max drags up McManus, he throws him into the corner and this time nails the stinger splash. Adamson quickly lifts McManus onto the top rope, before going up there himself...

MW: SUPERPLEX!

Ref: 1....................2......................Kick out!

Adamson steps back towards the corner, he waits for McManus to rise...

RJ: GORE! GORE! GORE!

MW: That's it!

Ref: 1........................................2............................................3!

Ding, Ding, Ding!

Clarissa rolls into the ring, Adamson gets to his feet and she holds his arm aloft to loud boos from the fans.

RJ: Impressive again from Max Adamson.

MW: McManus put in everything he had, he pushed Adamson hard but in the end, the Australian was just too good for him. It's as simple as that.

RJ: I think most wrestlers in the company would have a job beating Adamson at the moment. I don't think that world title will be far away, and I can't wait to see him facing off against Kenty.

MW: Adamson certainly thinks he deserves that chance, whether he gets it or not is another matter.

The camera cuts backstage and Crime Lord is stood smugly in front of the camera, smirking as he puffs on a cigar...

CL: And so here I stand, rightly placed as the number one contender to the Undisputed Title. You see, Vincent, it was always going to end this way, you’ve have your plucky, underdog run has ended, and whilst your little attempt at impressionism was amusing, it’s time to get back to the business at hand. Kenty, you might think that Logan and Adamson were tough, but believe me, you haven’t stepped in the ring with me....

Crime Lord stops mid sentence as a puff of smoke is blown across camera and the crowd let out a cheer as Vortex walks into shot...

Vortex: Plucky? Underdog? Funny, boss. I don’t recall being so plucky when I left your ass on the canvas alongside that treacherous bitch I once called a partner. They say impressionism is the most sincerest form of flattery, Crimey, but believe me, none of what I do is an attempt at flattering you. What I want to achieve is surpassing what I believe and agree is very impressive career, but whether you like it or not, you’re coming to the end of it, and I’m beginning mine.

Since you fist bested me, I’ve made it my personal mission to get into the mindset of exactly how you did that, and now I stand here, robbed of two victories.

CL: Robbed?

Vortex: Yes. Robbed. Your first, claimed on a technicality, and the second, assisted by a confused half breed, desperate to claw back a miniscule piece of the limelight. Believe me, I will not let this lie. You won’t have the easy passage to your title shot that you expect. I was wronged. I was cheated. I was betrayed.

There is nothing in this world you should fear more than a man betrayed.

Vortex takes another puff from his cigar and blows the smoke in the face of Crime Lord before walking off.

We go backstage and The Saint is shown sat at his desk, leant back in his chair watching the arena security footage on his laptop. His hands are behind his head as he sits and watches, a look of worry on his face as he studies it. His concentration is broken as the door is heard flying open, his face falls as the camera zooms out to reveal Max Adamson stood, staring daggers at the GM.

The Saint: Oh goody, just the man I wanted to see…

Max: Cut the sarcasm Saint and cut the crap! What is it I have to do to get what I deserve, eh? Just who’s cock do I have to suck to get the recognition I deserve?!

The Saint: What you do at home is up to you, Mr. Adamson, we here at 6WF don’t choose to judge extra-curricular activity…

Max: Shut up! You know why I’m here and you know what I want! I damn well demand to be made the number one contender, so go on, do what it is you have to do, because I’m not leaving until you make the right decision! I shouldn't be facing James McManus, and beating him with ease whilst we're talking about it. I should be the Main Event, I am the Incredible Hunk, The Australian Phenom, I am ratings Saint.

But I don't get the shots, because there’s an agenda against me, Saint! Somebody somewhere has decided that they don’t want me as this company’s figurehead and I’m pretty confident that I’m looking at the man who’s behind it!

Adamson just looks at a bemused Saint, who doesn’t take his eyes off Adamson. The Saint slowly stands up and begins to undo his belt, Adamson looking confused as to what is happening…

Adamson: Wh-what are you doing?

The Saint stops.

The Saint: You asked whose penis you had to suck? I was just getting the big fella primed and ready for you to go downtown on! Because, Max, to answer your question that person would be me! And you know what, I just don’t think you have what it takes to take the Divine girth all in one go! And anyway, I don’t just put out on the first date, I’m a sensitive soul, I need wining and dining… Just ask Clarissa.

Adamson snarls at the GM who smirks.

The Saint: I don’t hand out title shots like confetti Max, they’re earned, not given. You had your shot and you didn’t deliver, as a matter of fact, Mr. Kenty pinned your ass in front of the world. If you hadn’t have been on the receiving end, maybe we’d have something to discuss… But all I see in front of me is some petulant, snot nosed little bitch who didn’t get his own way!

I don’t listen to people who are going to spend their days complaining. I told you to go and prove to me why you were worth it and all I saw was some over the top drama queen who just tried to make a nuisance of himself at every given opportunity! Incredible Hunk?! More like the Incredible Sulk! The Thunder from Down Under?! You’re not even measuring on my Richter scale…

You want that Number One Contendership? Then keep beating the likes of James McManus. You go and earn the Number One Contendership the old fashioned way and no I don’t mean through having a mouthful of the Divine Porksword!!

Both men stare at each other with contempt. Adamson turns and goes to leave…

The Saint: Oh and Max?

Adamson turns back.

The Saint: Shut the door on your way out.

Adamson storms out and The Saint smirks. He goes back to watching the footage as The Consultant enters the office. The Saint doesn’t acknowledge his arrival.

TC: And what did you say to Adamson? To say he was pleased would be overplaying it, a touch…

The Saint is lost in the CCTV.

The Saint: He was whining about not being the number one contender. Again. Some things never change…

TC: Don’t let me be the one to force your hand Saint, but the man is in the form of his life, you’d be foolish to turn him away again. He does have a point when he says he’s been overlooked…


The Saint: I know, Charlie. I know.

The Saint turns his attention to the CCTV as we head to commercial.

Main Event
Crime Lord & Vortex v Mr. Kenty & Johnny Oko

RJ: Welcome back to Lockdown, where it is now time for our MAIN EVENT!

MW: And it's the third tag team action of the night that makes up your main event for the night.

RJ: And interestingly, it pits two men against each other, who until very recently, we would have expected to see on the same side rather than on opposite side of the rings.

MW: We also have the world champion on one side, and on the other, the man who is now his Number One Contender.

"Breathe" hits and a plume of green smoke fills the top of the stage, the crowd give a mixed reaction as Vortex walks out through the smoke, a cold-eyed glare on his face. He strides down the rampway, his eyes firmly focused on the ring and nothing else. He climbs in and then turns towards the ramp.

‘Rain Wizard’ hits and the crowd boo as 6WF’s Iron Man saunters, focused, onto the stage. Pyro’s go off either side of him, as he continues his purposeful walk to the ring, staring down at Vortex.

RJ: Opponents last week, and at Chaos, but tonight these two are tag team partners.

MW: How this combination is going to work I don't know, particularly with Vortex's grievances over the result last week.

"Turks Theme" blares out over the speakers and Johnny Oko walks slowly out onto the stage, greeted by cheers from the Birmingham crowd. Oko then bursts into sprint, running down the ramp and sliding under the bottom rope into the ring. He leaps to his feet and glares at Vortex.

RJ: Oko clearly feels disappointed and letdown by the actions of Vortex, after teaming with him for so long.

MW: Vortex has seen that it wasn't working for him, he's made a change. Oko shouldn't take it personally, it was just Vortex trying to reach the next level.

The crowd erupt with delight as 'Turn Up The Trouble' hits and Mr. Kenty strolls out on to the stage, his face lit up with a huge grin as the crowd chant his name. He strolls down the ramp, one title over each shoulder, climbing up the steel steps and into the ring.

RJ: Kenty's first in-ring action since becoming Undisputed Champion.

MW: And immediately he is in a pressure situation, as he doesn't want to give Crime Lord any kind of advantage.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

Mr Kenty starts off in the ring up against Vortex. The two go in for the lock-up, Kenty quickly puts Vortex into a side headlock. Vortex attempts a belly to back suplex but Kenty flips out and lands on his feet. He locks in a sleeper hold but Vortex picks up Kenty by the legs and then drives him into the turnbuckles in a neutral corner.

Vortex proceeds to pummel away at the gut of Kenty with big punches, he then slings Kenty over his shoulders before walking forward and connecting with an Alabama slam, flinging the undisputed champion into the canvas.

Ref: 1................2........Kick out!

Kenty forces the shoulder up, Vortex hauls him to his feet and sets up for a suplex. He gets Kenty but again the champion manages to fight out and land on his feet. He grabs Vortex by the side of the head and drives him into the canvas with a side Russian legsweep. He quickly hooks the leg.

Ref: 1................2...........Kick out!

Mr Kenty gets to his feet, he hits a knee down into the face of Vortex before lifting up the former tag team champion. He goes for an Irish whip but Vortex counters, he ducks his head for a back body drop but Kenty springs over the top into a sunset flip. Vortex powers out, but Kenty leaps to his feet and quickly hits a dropkick to the face. He runs the ropes, nailing a leaping back senton. Cover.

Ref: 1..............2.......Kick out!

MW: Strong start from our Undisputed Champion.

RJ: Using his speed to nullify the size and power advantage that Vortex has over him.

MW: That's what he'll have to do against Crime Lord.

Vortex gets to his feet after kicking out, he throws a wild clothesline that Kenty ducks underneath. He quickly hits an inverted headlock backbreaker, following that up with a swinging neckbreaker. Kenty then makes the tag to Johnny Oko, who goes up to the top rope...

RJ: Flying leg drop!

Ref: 1.................2...........Kick out!

Oko leaps up to his feet, he immediately clambers onto Vortex and starts unloading with a flurry of punches, which the crowd go wild for. Eventually Vortex shoves his former tag team partner away. He gets to his feet and Oko runs in at him going for a Lou Thesz Press but Vortex counters it, catching Oko and delivering a spinebuster like move. He makes the cover.

Ref: 1..................2..........Kick out!

Vortex drags up Oko, where he then hits a series of headbutts. This backs Oko into the ropes, where Vortex then whips him out across the ring. Vortex bounces off the ropes and meets Oko in the middle of the ring with a leaping back shoulder block to the head. Cover.

Ref: 1..................2............Kick out!

Oko kicks out. Vortex hauls him to his feet, before throwing Oko into the ropes. He scoops him onto his shoulders on the rebound and connects with a Samoan drop. Vortex then runs off the ropes, hitting a leaping splash. He hooks the leg.

Ref: 1...................2.............Kick out!

Vortex drags up Oko, he hits a traditional suplex and Oko rolls to the corner. Vortex walks over and starts booting away on his old tag partner, only for Crime Lord to tag himself in.

MW: There's the first sign of mis-communication, or tension, between these two.

Vortex reluctantly steps out of the ring, allowing Crime Lord to hit a series of shoulder thrusts into the gut. He follows that up with a big boot. Oko then staggers forward and Crime Lord connects with a Fisherman's suplex, bridging into the pin.

Ref: 1.................2............Kick out!

Oko gets the shoulder up. Crime Lord waits for Oko to rise, he whips him out across the ring before taking Oko down with an STO. The Japanese star rolls up to his feet, Crime Lord then lifts him into the air and connects with a brainbuster. He quickly makes the cover.

Ref: 1................2..........Kick out!

Crimey drags up Oko, crashing knees and kicks into the stomach until Oko falls towards the corner. Crime Lord runs in and hits a big splash, but this time Vortex tags himself in. He brushes past Crime Lord, before hitting a big splash of his own. Oko stumbles forward...

MW: Side slam!

Ref: 1.................2.............Kick out!

Vortex grabs Oko by the head, before piling big punches into the head of his former tag team partner. He then sets up for a powerbomb...

RJ: Hurracanrana!

MW: Great counter move by Oko!

Vortex stumbles up to his feet, Oko leaps into the air and connects with an enzaguri kick to the head. He hooks the leg.

Ref: 1................2............Kick out!

Oko stays down for a moment before kipping up to loud cheers. Vortex rolls up, Oko quickly hits the tic-tac-toe kick combination on his tag partner who falls into the corner. Oko then starts smashing roundhouse kicks into the head until Vortex slumps down, at which point Oko sprints in and hits a dropkick to the face.

Vortex rolls away, Oko goes to the top rope and connects with a split-legged moonsault. He makes the cover.

Ref: 1........................2................Kick out!

Vortex kicks out, Oko allows him to his feet before grabbing him by the head and nails a running bulldog. Oko tags out to Kenty, who springboards off the top rope and nails a flying clothesline as Vortex rises. Kenty hooks the leg.

Ref: 1.................2.............Kick out!

Kenty drags up Vortex, he looks to set up for the mic check but Vortex counters with a T-Bone suplex at the last moment. He staggers back and Crime Lord tags himself in. He quickly sprints in and nails a big boot on Kenty who falls to the canvas. Cover.

Ref: 1.................2................Kick out!

Crime Lord brings Kenty up to his feet, he hits a couple of big right-handed body shots before then clubbing Kenty around the side of the head with a left-handed punch. Crime Lord then lifts a boot up into the stomach, Kenty lurches over and Crime Lord hits a powerbomb. He hooks the leg.

Ref: 1.....................2............Kick out!

MW: Crime Lord will really want to take advantage of this opening here.

Kenty forces the shoulder up. Crime Lord locks in a front facelock, he nails a series of knees into the face and Kenty falls into the ropes. Crime Lord Irish whips him across the ring, he hits a gorilla press slam on the rebound. Kenty staggers up, Crime Lord sprints in at him going for a lariat but Kenty ducks under it. Crimey spins around and Kenty drills him into the mat with a DDT!

Ref: 1...................2.............Kick out!

RJ: Great counter by Kenty!

Crime Lord gets the shoulder up off the canvas, but Mr Kenty is immediately back onto the offensive by hitting a number of fist drops into the face. He then waits for the former world champion to rise before reeling off a number of rights and lefts to the head of Crimey who stumbles back, trying to protect himself but can’t really get a block in on any of Kenty’s punches.

Kenty backs Crime Lord into the ropes where he continues with the punching until the referee is forced to step in. Vortex wanders along the apron, just staring at Crime Lord. Kenty takes care of this, knocking Vortex off the apron with a dropkick before moving back in on Crimey, connecting with a clothesline that flips Crime Lord over the top rope. Crimey lands on the apron, lands on the apron, Kenty applies a front facelock before dragging Crime Lord forward to rest his legs on the 2nd rope...

RJ: Spike DDT!

Crime Lord again kicks out, Mr Kenty stands over him allowing Crime Lord to his feet. He scoops him onto his shoulders for a rolling fireman’s carry but Crime Lord manages to drop down the back. He shoves Kenty into the ropes, he falls back into the centre of the ring and Crime Lord crashes a huge boot into the skull, sending Kenty crashing into the centre of the mat. Cover.

Ref: 1...............2..............Kick out!

Crime Lord gets up to his feet, he hauls up Mr Kenty and fires in a number of knees to the gut, before whipping Kenty into the ropes. On the rebound meets the popular star with a big belly to belly suplex. Kenty staggers to his feet and Crime Lord drills him to the mat with a Spinebuster. He covers once more.

Ref: 1.................2...........Kick out!

Crime Lord rolls up to his feet, he retreats to the corner. Kenty slowly gets up to his feet, Crime Lord runs in...

RJ: SPEAR!

Ref: 1.............2...........Kick out!

Crime Lord stands over Mr Kenty waiting for him to rise, when he does so Crime Lord drives a boot into the gut. He then sets up for a powerbomb only for Kenty to counter with a hurracanrana! The crowd pop as Kenty rolls to his feet, he ducks another attempted clothesline from Crime Lord and then leaps into the air connecting with a back-cracker. Kenty hooks the leg.

MW: Superb counter wrestling from Mr Kenty!

Ref: 1..............2..........Kick out!

Kenty is slowly up to his feet, Crime Lord rising up at the same time. The two start exchanging blows, only for Kenty to manage to block a punch and nail a hip toss. Crime Lord is up to a vertical base and Kenty nails an inverted headlock backbreaker, he runs off the ropes...

RJ: Boot to the back of the head by Kenty!

Ref: 1..............2...........Kick out!

Crime Lord drives the shoulder up, Kenty stands over the former world champion before nailing a forward Russian legsweep. Crimey stumbles to his feet, Kenty runs the ropes and nails a leaping leg-drop bulldog. He hooks the leg once more.

MW: Oko and Vortex pretty surplus to requirements here!

Kenty goes for a powerslam but Crime Lord elbows his way out. He hits a backbreaker, before bouncing off the ropes...

MW: MAFIA MOW DOWN!

RJ: That could be it!

Ref: 1..........................2......................Oko breaks the pinfall!

This is the signal for Vortex to get involved. He steps into the ring, Oko is up and Vortex grabs him by the head before throwing him out over the top rope. Vortex steps back onto the apron, Oko stumbles up and Vortex leaps off the apron hitting a big flying forearm.

He returns to the apron, Crime Lord stirs up and Vortex offers the tag but Crime Lord ignores it. He hauls up Kenty, sets up for The Custody only for Kenty to spin out.

MW: MIC CHECK!

Ref: 1..............................2...................................Crime Lord gets the foot on the rope!

RJ: So close!

Kenty drags up Crimey, he sets up for a 2nd Mic Check but Crime Lord counters with a Northern Lights suplex. Kenty rolls up, Crimey scoops him onto his shoulders...

MW: LOCK N LOAD!

Ref: 1..........................2..............................................3!

Ding, Ding, Ding!

MW: Oh wow!

RJ: What a win for Crime Lord! He has just pinned the Undisputed Champion!

MW: That is a massive psychological blow for Crime Lord, he has now got one over on Kenty.

RJ: It was an epic battle between those two in the latter stages of the match, I can't wait to see what happens in a singles contest.

MW: Wait there, here comes Vortex!

Vortex gets into the ring, Crime Lord rolls away towards the ropes. Vortex looks down at Kenty, before dragging him to his feet...

RJ: What's he doing?!

MW: Perhaps Vortex is still trying to one up Crime Lord...

RJ: OKO!

Oko springboards in off the top rope, knocking Vortex down with a dropkick. He rolls to the corner, Oko runs in and nails a shining wizard. Oko starts kicking away at the head of Vortex, before striding back, setting up for the K-Oko kick...

MW: Crime Lord's going to cut him off...

RJ: KENTY INTERCEPTS!

MW: MIC CHECK!

RJ: AND NOW OKO WITH THE K-OKO KICK ON VORTEX!

Kenty helps up Oko, he then nods to him out of respect for saving him from Vortex.

MW: In the match, it was Vortex and Crime Lord who got one over on their rivals, but after the match it belonged to Kenty and Oko.

RJ: And that makes things very interesting for next week!