6WF Presents - Born In Fire VI!! (30/11/2012)

The opening video begins to play….

JJ Johnson is shown walking into a dark room, he looks over at a small table and approaches it, seeing an old book sat on top, he opens the book which shows photos of JJ Johnson’s early career. It shows his childhood memories, the gangs he used to run with, his early amateur career with Marlo Green. He turns the page to another picture and the camera zooms in on a photo of JJ Johnsons debut and a video plays….

Dave Law: What an impressive debut here by JJ Johnson, I can see him being at the top for a long, long time!

The camera zooms out and JJ turns the page, smiling as the next clip from the book plays…

DL: COME ON JJ!

Median lifts JJ up and whips him into the corner, He runs at JJ going for a stinger splash...

RJ: HE MOVED!

DL: ACCESS ALL AREAS!

Ref: 1....................2................3.foot on the rope!

This time it’s JJ turn to be in disbelief, somehow Median manages to kick out of the stunner, JJ looks bewildered but the crowd cheer him on, he waits for Median to rise and then pulls him in...

DL: FADE TO BLACK!

RJ: Reversed!

Median pushes JJ into the corner, and then runs at JJ who jumps onto the ropes and springs over Median, who turns around....

FADE TO BLACK!

Ref/Crowd: 1...................2............................3!

RJ: HE’S DONE IT! JJ JOHNSON HAS DONE IT!

RA: The winner of this match by way of PINFALL AND YOUR NEEEWWWWWWW TAW HEAVYWEIGHT CAHMPION OF THE WOOOORLLLLD, REPRESENTING 6WF...J.........J......JOOOOOOOOHNNNSSSOOOOONNNNNN!

The crowd erupt as the announcer gives the result, The ref slides to the outside and JJ is handed the TAW Title, he looks at the title and kisses before the ref wraps it around his waist. He begins to climb the ropes and he looks weary and emotional, he salutes all the fans and begins to chant 6WF.

Crowd: 6WF! 6WF! 6WF!

DL: JJ Johnson has bought the TAW Title back to 6WF. JJ has done it for the fans, for himself and for all the others fighting this war!

RJ: You’ve got to hand it to Median, it really looked like he was going to win it there!

DL: He did but in the end JJ Johnson walks out with the TAW Title back in 6WF Hands!

JJ smiles again, shaking his head at his ridiculous haircut, he turns the page again, another clip plays and JJ’s smile dampens…

Napalm blow: BOOO!
JJ Blow: WOO! WOO!
Napalm: BOO! BOOO!
JJ: WOO! WOO! WOO! WOOO!

RJ: JJ getting the upper hand...bite to the forehead!

MW: Come on ref, that’s a DQ damn it.

RJ: He didn’t see it...what in the h*ll is Napalm doing here...No, don’t do it Nigel!

MW: OH MY GOD! PERPLEXED PLEX...FROM THE TOP ROPE!

Ref: 1.............................

2.....................................

3!

Ding, Ding, Ding!

RJ: He’s done it, I can’t quite believe what I’m witnessing here...Nigel Napalm has beaten JJ Johnson.

MW: What a match! What a match!

RJ: I never thought I’d see it, we’ve been accustomed to JJ holding that belt for so long, now look!

RA: Ladies and Gentleman...The winner of this match by way of pinfall and...NEW TAW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPPPIIIIONNN OOFF THE WOOOOORRRRRLLLDDDD...NIIIIGELL...NAPPPPAALLLLMMM!

The crowd descend into huge boos as the ref is handed the TAW Title, Lady Napalm slides into the ring and snatches the belt of the ref, she lifts Napalm up and hands him the belt, he looks slightly shocked as he stares down at it momentarily before lifting it high up into the air with an evil smile.

MW: Ladies and Gentleman, I do hope you’re ready for this. The reign of Nigel Napalm has now begun.

RJ: You’ve got to hand it to him, that was one great match, one great battle between two of 6WF’s biggest ever stars.

MW: Napalm may have come through but what a performance by JJ Johnson, so long the man at the top of the tree, he’s finally lost out here tonight in Sheffield by god it was close.

RJ: JJ will be back there is no doubting that.

JJ: Damn, Napalm, you were one tough s.o.b….

The camera zooms in on the next clip….

*Hero's expression is one of utter shock, the roof has come off the Birmingham Bowl at the sight of who is behind the mask...























MW:NO WAY!

RJ:I DON'T BELIEVE WHAT I'M SEEING!

MW:THERE WAS NO CLUE AT ALL!

RJ:JJ JOHNSON IS BACK!

*JJ is stood in the middle of the ring, he is smiling widely as Longinus and James look on with excitement.

MW: Business has just picked up RJ!

RJ: Sure has Michael, what a way to end this show! JJ JOHNSON IS BACK! Be sure to tune in next week for all the fall out!

*Lockdown ends with JJ stood staring down Hero

MW: ENCORE! ENCORE! ENCORE!

RJ: His final match, he’s going to win it...

MW: The barren run at Born In Fire is about to end for Hero.

Ref: 1................2..................3.Foot on the rope!

The pop from the crowd is huge as they see JJ’s right leg lay across the bottom rope, whilst Hero shakes his head in disbelief. He lifts Johnson to his feet and sets up for the Encore but JJ counters with a swinging neck breaker. He drags up Hero and boots him in the gut...

RJ: VIP EXPERIENCE!

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

RJ: JJ WINS! JJ WINS!

RA: The winner of this match by way of PINFALL...JJ JOHNSON!

MW: No, I can’t believe it. This is no way for Hero to go out.

*JJ is stood, celebrating in the middle of the ring. The crowd are cheering him loudly, he goes to the corner to celebrate.

RJ: This was a fantastic win for JJ, a triumphant return for Johnson.

*Hero is coming to in the middle of the ring, JJ drops down off the turnbuckle and stares at Hero. The two men look each other up and down, Hero claws himself to his feet and looks at JJ.

Hero then extends a hand...

MW: What a fantastic sportsman.

*JJ looks Hero up and down, before shaking his head and leaving the ring.

MW: So disrespectful.

RJ: Not really, JJ felt that Hero’s actions were disrespectful to everyone else on this roster. He has stuck to his principles, you have to admire that.

*JJ leaves up the ramp, and into the backstage area. Hero is stood looking around the arena one final time, a tear seems to be in his eye as he steps out of the ring. He walks up the ramp and stops at the top, he turns around.

Crowd: NAH NAH NAH NAH, HEY HEY HEY GOODBYE!

*Hero turns and leaves the arena for a final time.

JJ laughs to himself, before turning the page to an empty space with a solitary question mark, his face changes as he taps the page. Suddenly, the room begins to shake violently. The table begins vibrating as the books bursts into flames. Wind swirls round the room, sending ash and embers flying across the room, the embers soon take hold and the room becomes engulfed in flames as the building begins to fall apart with JJ Johnson stood in the middle…….a maniacal laughter begins to echo around the room. JJ looks down at the floor, a page from the book flaps in the wind, he stares down at the picture and a clip begins to play….

The camera cuts to the corridor where a large Oriental looking man with a tattoo of a black dragon on his bicep is walking into the arena with intent. He’s very muscular and is wearing a white vest, orange pants and has wrapped hands.

Security : Where’s your pass?

The stranger stares the security guard up and down then squares him with a jumping roundhouse kick. The man laughs to himself, surveying the damage.

Stranger : Huh...They’ll let anyone into this place...

He stops at Nemesis’ locker room door, then slowly pushes the door open.

RJ : Who is this guy? Has he got a death wish?

DL : He may get one in a minute...

The man creeps around the locker room, picking a few things up to inspect before putting them back down, exactly in their place. He spots the TAW Title lying on the bench and he picks this up to look at.

Stranger : This...this can’t be his?

He hears movement from the shower block and he hides behind a wardrobe. Zi Zheng steps out of the shower and moves to the wardrobe to select an outfit. The stranger smiles to himself then steps out from hiding. Zheng stares at the intruder looking like a rabbit in the headlights, than starts backing away, shaking his head. The intruder grabs Zheng by the throat and pushes him into the wardrobe, knocking a load of hung up clothes to the ground.

Stranger : Now, now...No need to be scared...Sit down!

He forces Zheng down onto the bench and kneels down menacingly in front of him, staring straight into his eyes.

Stranger : ...We have some catching up to do....Brother.

JJ’s face changes, the realisation of the source of the voice brings a fierce stare of out JJ as another piece of paper swirls in front of him, he grabs it, another photo sits on the scorched paper and another clip plays…

DL: Look at the power!

Cassius stalks PT and waits for him to rise. He glares evilly as PT stands up and turns around. Superkick!

RJ: No! PT dodged!?!?!

DL: How the hell?!

PT then proceeds to knock down Cassius with a clothesline, before running at Zheng, knocking him off the apron.

RJ: What happened?!

Crowd: TRASH TV! PT! TRASH TV! PT!

PT runs at Cassius as he gets to his feet and jumps up, locking a headlock! He honks the nose before Cassius shows great strength to throw PT off; both Cassius and the crowd are stunned. Cassius waits for PT to turn around again before nailing the Superkick, sending him flying into the corner.

DL: Zheng there to make the choke!

Zheng stands behind the turnbuckle and lifts PT in the air as he chokes him, before letting going and pushing him into the path of Cassius.

RJ: Shockwave!

Cassius thrusts his hand straight into PT’s chest, seeming to knock him out. Cassius walks calmly over to the corner and climbs onto the top rope, before taunting to the crowd. He leaps off and hits the Frog Splash.

DL: 1… 2… 3…!

RJ: An impressive showing from Cassius!

JJ gets to his feet as the flames continue to rise. The roof begins to fall apart and laughter begins to get louder and louder as a third photo appears on the wall next to JJ, he stares intently as another clip plays….

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Cassius climbs up and trades blows with Abe on the top-rope...the crowd cheer every shot by Abe and boo Cassius's punches...Abe staggers Cassius with a good right hand and pulls Cassius' head down

DL: Top rope DVD?

Cassius battles out and somehow manages to Shockwave Abe on the top-rope, Abe is immobilised and Cassius hooks Abe round the throat and smiles evilly...

RJ:CHOKESLAM!

Cassius chokeslams Abe Abercorn from the top-ropes into the centre of the ring....1...2...

3

ding ding ding

RJ: I don’t believe it

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen...here is your winner...and the winner of the Fight for the Right Tournament....Cassius Zhi!

The crowd boo heavily as Cassius stands and looks at Abe laying at his feet, he smirks and raises his arms in the air as a video highlights package plays.

DL: Cassius Zhi has won the Fight for the Right...he has a title shot whenever he wants it...the Superpower is here

RJ: Well you have to give him the credit he deserves but what a valiant effort by Abe Abercorn

Cassius walks up the ramp and bad mouths the crowd who boo him, in the ring Abe Abercorn is up and is holding his head in his hands, Cassius grins at him and walks backstage.

The clip ends and immediately the building stops shaking, the sound of laughter fades away and the flames die away as the room fades to complete darkness. A small flame appears in front of JJ as the sound of footsteps and heavy breathing fill the air, JJ looks round the room, trying to pinpoint the sound of the footsteps. They stop. The camera moves in on JJ’s face as behind him breath fills the air. JJ turns to see Cassius stood face to face with him, grinning sadistically, his head twitching from side to side as the two men share a tense stare down….

Cassius: JJ…..

JJ goes to respond as Cassius levels him with a vicious Shockwave. JJ’s body falls back. The camera plays in slow motion as JJ hits the floor, dust and ash floating into the air as Cassius steps over and stands over him. The camera zooms in on JJ’s face, his eyes closed as Cassius begins laughing, the screen begins to flicker as another clip plays…

Cassius: These people have followed you like sheep JJ……taken bullet after bullet for you….but what are you willing to do for them?....my guess is nothing, as long as you get a share of the limelight, you would watch your own mother die…..oh no wait, you’ve been there, done that…

MW: That’s going too far…

*Cassius laughs maliciously as he then pulls out a lighter and tosses it down into Castiguer, causing him to fall victim to terrifying flames

RJ: This has gone too far….

*Cassius kneels over Castiguer, who is thrashing and convulsing in flames. Zhi’s eyes are amazed by the fire before he stands up and grabs a blanket before throwing it over Castiguer, stopping the flames almost instantly.

Cassius: I am not a monster……but I will do whatever I need to in order to make you face up to responsibility…………….do you really believe you are ready to be a father, JJ?....you cannot even look after the ones you love…

*Cassius peers into the camera

Cassius: This is just the beginning….I hope you are aware of that…..every week that passes, this is only going to get worse……and every time I strike, it will be all your fault……..personal?....you have no idea what that even means…….but you will!

*Cassius laughs as he looks down at the unconscious body of Castiguer and then switches the camera off.

RJ: This is heinous….Cassius should be suspended, stripped of the world championship…

MW: On the cusp of the biggest main event in our history?....never going to happen RJ….

RJ: This damn sure isn’t right…..Cassius is taking this too far…..and there isn’t a damn thing JJ can do about it….

MW: He’s out cold……and Cassius has sent him a warning….

RJ: What the hell is JJ supposed to do?....give up his Born in Fire shot, concede defeat….

MW:I have no idea, but he better figure something out soon because Zhi is in a terrifying mood….

RJ: Folks that is all we have time for tonight…..shocking developments here to Lockdown….be sure to tune in next week as we take another step closer to the biggest pay per view event of all time….

MW:I can’t wait to see what happens next…

*The show goes off air as Cassius climbs from the ring and Clarke James comes running down the aisle way and slides in to check on JJ, who is still not moving in the wreckage of the table. Cassius grins malevolently as he backs onto the ramp and watches as CJ tends to JJ Johnson. The crowd are booing furiously as Zhi raises the championship in the air and then leaves.

Cassius stares down at the prone body of JJ before grabbing him up by his neck and holding him up. JJ’s eyes a firmly shut as the screen again begins to flicker and another clip plays….

The crowd gasp as Clarke James is tossed on to the stage, his face and clothes crimson red. He lies motionless for a few seconds before trying to get to his feet. He stares down the ramp at JJ Johnson who is stood in disbelief in the ring. James puts his hand up, telling JJ to stay there as the crowd's concern turns to hostility as Cassius Zhi strides on stage carrying a steel chair and a microphone...

MW: I can't believe what I’m seeing, James has been beaten and bloodied at the hands of Cassius Zhi, and now.....now he's brought him out here to show JJ??

Cassius stops at the crumpled James as JJ paces the ring in desperation....

CZ: Funny isn't it, JJ? How the motives of a man work. See, for all the warning I gave you last week, you did not take heed. I told you, as your old, broken body lay motionless and unresponsive on MY canvas that things would only get worse. That this personal vendetta of mine would escalate beyond your wildest presumptions. And what did you do, JJ? Did you protect the ones you love? Did you put yourself in front of my path of destruction? No, JJ. No you did not.

And now look........LOOK AT THE CONSEQUENCES JOHNSON!!!!!!

Cassius begins pacing around the body of Clarke James...

CZ: A man.......a friend who put his career on the line to save yours now lays here, bloodied, battered and brutalised at the hands of the most demonic and maniacal Champion this company has scene. A man that you will have to face JJ, a man who reclaimed his destiny.....

Cassius laughs to himself....

CZ: A man who instigated the final days of the career of JJ Johnson in an act that was literally....Born.....In......Fire.........and now, now you can witness first hand, the lengths I will go to destroy you, and everything you hold dear........better yet, you can hear it.....

RJ: Oh god.....what is he doing......no....NO CASSIUS!!!!!!

*SMACK*

*SMACK*

*SMACK*

Cassius eyes widen with anger as JJ’s eyes remain firmly closed. He slams JJ into the wall, the foundation of the building shaking. He goes nose to nose with JJ, his eyes bulging with hate, his head and neck twitching as he foams at the mouth, the screen flickers once more…..

CZ: I'm going to leave you. I'm going to leave you in this dark, secluded spot to take in and digest everything that happened, and everything that is about to come. I want you to take stock of what you caused. I want you to understand and realise that JJ's days are numbered. That I will go to every great length to ensure that Born In Fire is the last time the American Dream will go toe to toe with the Great Wall. There will be no revolution. There will be no rejuvenation. This rivalry will end once and for all. And I want EVERYONE to remember it!!!

The camera is moved as Marlo's breathing increases with panic as Cassius places the tape back over Marlo's mouth.....

RJ: Oh my god, where the hell is Marlo?

JJ gets to his feet, he eyeballs Cassius, who is still grinning....

JJ: WHERE IS HE!!??

Cassius remains emotionless as the video continues. The screen goes black before light begins to fill the area. Marlo can be seen shaking as the camera is placed down, the screen filling with darkness.

MW: What do we do, 'Arj...

RJ: Wait a minute.........OH MY GOD! THE RING!

Cassius steps back, the rage consuming him as he stares at JJ, he begins pacing…

Cassius: No more talking…. NO MORE TALKING? Believe me Johnson I am not finished… talking… SO YOU WILL STAND THERE AND LISTEN! You will stand there, in front of your worldwide audience Johnson, you will stand there as THEIR HERO, and you will become one of the privileged few who are able to hear their own damn eulogy.

Cassius paces frantically, his arms shaking….

Cassius : YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME JJ JOHNSON!

On Lockdown… JJ… after your fall. I knelt down and I told your child that it would one day grow up to thank me. And it will, JJ. Because being forced to grow up in some women’s refuge, because his or her dead daddy undoubtedly spent all of his money on flash cars, RJ’s interview fees, and syndication rights to pathetic movies, will ultimately save it from the trappings of your shallow, materialistic world, Johnson. YOUR WORLD! I will save that child from drowning in the deep oceans of misguided American ambition. My actions at Born in Fire, JJ… will save that child from becoming you….

Cassius snaps, throwing a fist towards the face of the prone JJ. The camera slows down, following Cassius’ fist. JJ’s eyes open wide, he twists his head from side to side before placing his hand up, grabbing Cassius’ fist. The two men lock eyes….

JJ: No……..

JJ Lets go of Cassius’ fist, dropping his arm down….

JJ: Playa ain’ don’ playing yet…

JJ kicks out at Cassius, driving his foot into his chest, sending Cassius flying back and crashing to the floor, JJ stands over Cassius and stares down at him as a small flame appears between them, the flame grows as ‘Make Yourself’ by Incubus plays and the flame engulfs the two men before another video package plays…

Voiceover: Born In Fire……..A night where legends are born….

The video shows the Ascension superstars stood in the ring, staring at the AWF Title as Miss Jessica looks on from the outside with a wicked smile across her face….

Voiceover: Where stories unfold, rivalries are forged, friendships broken, hatred is ignited…

The video changes, showing the continued rivalry between McManus & Chaos. Max Adamson and Clarissa are showing cuddling as the shadow of Uryu hangs above them. The Fanatic is stood over Kenji Hidari, his eyes fixed on the European Title and Logan and Blue Dragon are shown staring at each other, both dressed as Blue Dragon....

Voiceover: Boundaries are crossed, limits pushed, legacies fulfilled, lives changed and histories, rewritten…

The video shows The Saint and TGA brawling before cutting to Mike Hill laughing at a knocked down Nay Bother; his Dad stood by his side. Abe Abercorn is shown looking at old matches as Marshall Murdoch and Danny McGraw laugh behind his back. Cobra is shown returning before Patricks attacks him with a chair, standing over him for Blade, Dragon, Dopant Zero and The Gods of Rome are shown scaling ladders, each stretching to reach the Tag Title and finally, Vortex, Lucas Takeo and Mr Kenty are shown arguing over the Freeweight Title…

Voiceover: But no matter the outcomes, no matter the manner of victory, the bitter taste of defeat, the passing of torches or the creation of new alliances……one thing can be guaranteed. After Born In Fire….

The camera fades to black, returning to the original room, the single solitary flame on the floor….

Voiceover: Nothing will ever be the same….

The figure of Cassius Zhi walks into the light…his head twitching and the grin across his face. He kneels down in front of the flame before looking into the camera and blowing the flame out. The screen stays black before the audio kicks in….

Cassius : I AM THE 6WF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, JOHNSON. FORGET IDEOLOGY. FORGET WRONG AND RIGHT. GOOD AND EVIL. EAST AND WEST. FORGET CASTIGUER, CLARKE AND MARLO. I AM THE 6WF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, AND I WILL LEAVE BORN IN FIRE AS THE 6WF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION BECAUSE I AM THE BEST!

I... AM THE BEST!

I AM… THE NEW…. WORLD…. SUPER-POWER!

The lights in the arena die down and the arena plunges into darkness. A small flame appears in the centre of the ring before growing larger. Flames begin to grow on the outside of the ring before engulfing the ring. A huge explosion goes of and the flames disappear before a huge array of pyro goes of as the crowd cheer RJ and Michael Wire as they head down the ramp. The lights in the arena come up to show the ring looking scorched and burnt. RJ heads into the ring as Michael Wire takes his seat at the announce table....

RJ: Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome to the ring, singing the national anthem........ONE DIRECTION!!!!

The crowd are torn as the young girls in the audience begin screaming ferociously as the adults boo. The 5 lads begin singing 'God Save The Queen' before the crowd erupt into cheers as 'Buffalo Solider' blares from the speakers and Rasta and Diablo walk out on to the stage. Rasta is dressed in a suit featuring the colours of the Jamaican flag and Diablo is wearing a replica Geri Halliwell union jack dress...

RJ: Well, there we have it. We are less than 2 minutes into Born In Fire and already the idiots have turned up. What the hell is this all about....

Rasta and Diablo hit the ring as the 5 lads look on in confusion....

Rasta: What de hell is dis man. This is Born In Fire mon, ain't no place for little boys be singing no silly anthem...

Diablo: My African American friend is correct. I may look like a weirdo wearing a dress, but i know what Born In Fire is all about, and you little rasclarts......is that right mon?

Rasta: Yeah mon.

Diablo: Rice and peas. Anyway, this isn't the place for you little rasclarts, so, we're here to, well, you know....wait, what are we doing......?

Rasta: We is putting One Direction, back in the opposite direction...

RJ: OH GOD!

Rasta and Diablo begin attacking the 5 men. Diablo smashes the heads of Niall and Liam together before tossing them over the top rope. Zane tries to escape but Rasta grabs him and clotheslines him over the rope before he and Diablo turn their attention to Harry and Louis....

MW: This might not go down well......oh god, what the hell is Diablo doing....

Rasta kicks Louis in the mid section and throws him through the ropes onto the other lads as Diablo looks loving into the eyes of a grinning Harry before planting a sloppy kiss on him......

RJ: Well, that's the Diablo we all know and love....

Diablo smiles at Harry before Rasta slaps him across the face and Diablo snaps, slapping Harry repeatedly before the two men launch him over the top rope to a cheer from the crowd....

Diablo: Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome to the stage, signing their hit song 'Fire'............................KASABIAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The crowd roar with approval as Kasabian rise up onto the stage and blare out their song to a rapturous reception. They finish and another huge array of pyros goes up as the camera picks out signs in the crowd...

'BORN IN FRICKING FIRE BABY'
'WE LOVE YOU NAY'
'CASSIUS GONNA KILL YOU'
JJ JOHNSON'S FAVE PLAYERETTE'
'TAKEO YOUR ASS OUTTA HERE VORTEX'
'CASSIUS IS A QUIM HEAD'
'RACIST'
'NUH UH'
'THANKS FOR MY PROGRAMME, DAVE'
'LOGAN IS ONE ANGRY BASTARD'
'PENCIL ME IN BABY'

RJ: Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to Born In Fire 2012. We are live on Eurosport and Eurosport HD. Coming to you from a near capacity Wembley Stadium...

MW: The atmosphere in here is electric, 'Arj.This is the biggest night in the 6WF calender and what a night it's going to be...

RJ: That's right Mike, we have a stacked card. 13 matches, featuring some of the greatest superstars to ever grace this company and by god what a main event we have in store. JJ Johnson, the Gold Rush winner will go one on one with his greatest adversary, the indominatble, the maniacal and down right unstable, Cassius Zhi in what everyone is calling a match for the ages...

MW: It's going to be off the chart, 'Arj. But we have no idea what state JJ Johnson is going to be in after the emotional, the physical and mental assaults he has endured from Cassius....

RJ: It's sickening, Mike. This, the biggest night of the year, the biggest match in our companies history and we're not talking about the competitors, we are talking about the actions of one man. A man who has put 3 people in the hospital. Has left the man referred to as 'Mr 6WF' on the brink of a breakdown and left us wondering, just exactly how much of JJ Johnson is going to be left come tonight...

MW: It's going to be a heck of a battle, but let's remember, we have 12 other matches.....let's give you folks the rundown on what we have in store...

The camera switches to show a graphic of the Ascension competitors....

RJ: First up, the AWF Title, freshly stripped from the waist of Cobra by Miss Jessica. Geoff Steel, Lex Hart, Scorpion, Cerberus, Zach Corchia, Johnny Goldman, Jimmy Phillips and Jermoe Dubois will face off in an over the top rope Battle Royale!

MW: That's gonna be an absolute classic, i could not pick a winner!

The graphic changes to show Chaos and James McManus going nose to nose.....

MW: Our second match pits two former allies in Chaos and James McManus in a grudge match filled with bad blood. Will these two finally draw a line under this rivalry, or will their be another twist in the tale?

The graphic changes to show The Fanatic towering over Kenji Hidari holding a Japanese flag....

RJ: Our third match, for the 6WF European Title, sees the towering beast that is The Fanatic, take on the cocky and arrogant Kenji Hidari in what promises to be his sternest test since winning the belt from Trevor Swann.

The graphic changes to show Max Adamson and Clarissa embracing next to a blank figure....

MW: Following that, we'll see the return to 6WF action of a man, stabbed in the back by his former friend, and losing the love of his life in the process. The emotionally fragile, and inherently dangerous Uryu Ishida will take on his former Project X cohort, the Australian Phenom, Max Adamson.

RJ: That match promises to be emotionally charged, and i wonder what part Clarissa will play.

The graphic changes to show Chris Patricks and Cobra facing off with Miss Jessica in between them....

RJ: Our fifth match of the evening sees former AWF Champion, Cobra, a former 6WF star take on Chris Patricks, a man with a vendetta against Danny McGraw and anyone who he feels has stood by and allowed himself to be wronged by the establishment.

MW: Back by the foxy Miss Jessica, i have a feeling will be seeing the rise of Patricks again in the near future...

The graphic changes to show Blade, Dragon, Dopant Zero and the Gods of Rome looking up a ladder to where the Tag Team Titles are hanging....

RJ: Our sixth match promises to bring a tonne of high fyling, devestating action. Blade and Dragon will look to somehow defy the odds and retain the Tag Team titles against the fiercely competitive Dopant Zero and the impressive and determined team, the self proclaimed Gods of Rome.

The graphic changes, showing Mike Hill and Nay Bother stood facing each other.....

MW: The middle match, and the halfway point puts Mike Hill; his return to Born In Fire as a 6WF wrestler go up against the supremly talented Cameron 'Nay Bother Faith, but what impact will the emergence of Nay's Dad have on this match?

RJ: I have no idea, but he'll be ringside and right where he perhaps doesn't want to be...

The graphic changes showing Mr Kenty stood, cocilky holding the 6WF Freeweight Title, flanked by Vortex and Lucas Takeo

RJ: Our eigth of the night, and a potentially brutal encounter as Mr Kenty takes on two preverbial monsters in Vortex and Takeo...

The graphic changes to show Abe Abercorn in his suit, staring into the eyes of Marshall Murdoch....

MW: The ninth match see's acting General Manager, a target of hate by McGraw taking on his associate, Marshall Murdoch, in a match sure to contain alot of bad blood...

RJ: That's right, in recent weeks we've seen this rivalry intensify, especially with Abe hiding a secret from McGraw, remember, tonight, if Marshall wins, Abe will have to confess to McGraw...

The graphic changes, showing Keith Leone and Crime Lord stood back to back....

RJ: As we head towards the finish line, our tenth match sees the returning Keith Leone facing up to the man he came back for. The man he believes he has to beat to prove he has what it takes here. The most dominant champion in 6WF history......Crime Lord...

The graphic changes to show Logan Kincade and Blue Dragon being held back by family members....

MW: Following that, we'll see a match with so much riding on it...

RJ: That's right, the dominant Logan Kincade takes on his brother Blue Dragon not only for the Hardcore Title, but for family pride which in recent weeks has been tested with the appearance of mysterious letters. Will these two control their anger, or could this feud boil over into all out warfare...

The graphic changes to see The Saint and TGA stood next to each other....

MW: Our penultimate match, to see who will be the number one contender to the World Title will be, see's two men with huge amounts to prove and all the talent in the world to do it..

RJ: That's right, TGA and The Saint, both with valid claims to have been on the end of some questionnable decisions will finally clash with the potential prize at immortal glory on the horizon.

The graphic changes for the final time, showing Cassius bearing over JJ Johnson...

RJ: Our Main Event. This has it all, hatred, passion, history, but importantly, two of the greatest competitors ever to grace our sport....

MW: That's right, in what is certainly a match for the ages....JJ Johnson, clashes with his greatest foe, Cassius Zhi for the 6WF Undisputed Title. This will be explosive. This will be emotional. This will be personal.

RJ: We'll be back after these messages.

RJ: Coming up, we have our first match of the evening, a Battle Royale for the AWF World Championship, a match that came about after Cobra was stripped of the title on Ascension, lets take you back to a week Tuesday...

The video plays showing the culmination of the Ascension as Miss Jessica comes out to address the crowd....

The crowd are booing all around as “Gangnam style” echoes out and Miss Jessica struts out onto the stage, a beaming smile upon her face.

Jessica:I am like so totally happy right now…

Crowd:You’re a hoe x10

Jessica:Whatever plebians…..like listen up because it is announcement time…………………Cobra, my fork tongued little friend…..I told you not to mess with me, and you didn’t listen….so now it is time to pay the piper….

*She grins malevolently

Jessica:You know the rules…..if you fail to make the top five then you are out of the picture….and seeing as though your team dropped the ball again tonight, your way off the mark…..which means one thing…..you’re no longer AWF Champion…

*Crowd boo furiously

PS:I knew it…

JT:I’m afraid to say I saw it coming…..

Jessica:if it was up to me then Scorpion and J-Dubby would be installed as joint champions for all of their hard work…..but the B.O.D have come up with like a brainwave or something……….

PS:Ooo….intriguing….

Jessica:So I am out here to announce that in eight nights time at Born in Fire….the biggest show on earth…..the AWF Championship will be defended…………in an over the top battle royal….

*Crowd pop

JT:That is a heck of an announcement…

Jessica:And apparently due to some “questionable decision-making” on Ascension………..every single roster member is eligible for this match..

MW: That is huge, and you can better Cobra was far from happy.

RJ: Indeed, Mike. Infact, Jessica made it so that Cobra would not be able to take part, so tonight Ascension will crown a brand new champion, and we'll be back to see that after these messages.

Match 1
Battle Royale for the AWF World Championship
Cerberus v Jimmy Phillips v Lex Hart v Johnny Goldman v Geoff Steel v Jerome Dubois v Scorpion v Zach Corchia

Ding ding

Mike Bird:Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is an over the top rope battle royal…….for the AWF CHAMPIONSHIP!

*Crowd pop

RJ:What a way to kick of Born in Fire, Michael….

MW:It certainly is……I think it is fantastic to see the superstars of Ascension represented here on the biggest stage imaginable and this should prove to be a fantastic way to begin this night…….

RJ:The AWF Championship was stripped from Cobra’s possession last Thursday night, and now the belt will be on the line in this over the top rope battle royal…huge opportunity for the eight men involved….

MW:Well not only is this a chance to become a champion, but to also prove themselves on a worldwide scale..

RJ:A great honour for these men to open the show, and I am sure it is going to be a terrific contest…

The lights in the arena dim and then “Can’t stop” by RHCP begins to play out as electric blue pyros explode up into the air.

Mike Bird:Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California…………..weighing in at 192 pounds……………Zaaaaaccccchhhhhh Coooooorrrrcccccchhhhhhiiiiiiiaaaa!

RJ:Corchia is a former TWA Champion and he certainly has the skillset to become a major player here in 6WF…

MW:But he is still banged up from his run-ins with Josh Valor…..so Corchia is less than 100% and that could be extremely detrimental to him in the long run tonight…..

The crowd cheer as Corchia takes off his leather jacket and slings it into the crowd, revealing a bandaged midsection underneath. He slowly makes his way down towards the ring and climbs up onto the apron…

RJ:80,000 packed inside Wembley Stadium here tonight and the noise is raucous to say the least….

MW:Hell of an atmosphere, just how it should be….

Corchia makes his way into the ring as “Cold Ash” echoes out and the cheers grow louder from the sold-out crowd.

Bird:From Cleveland, Ohio……………weighing in at 257 pounds……………..Jiiiimmmmmmyyy Phhiiillliiippppsss!

RJ:It was a month ago at War when Jimmy Phillips was a whisker away from becoming the AWF Champion, now tonight he will get his chance to right that wrong and walk away with the gold…

MW:Easier said than done though RJ…….he has to get through seven other men…

Phillips runs from one side of the stage to the other, posing for the fans, before he begins to walk down to the ring. He pauses at the base and soaks up the atmosphere before jumping up onto the apron, causing pyros to explode from all four turnbuckles.

RJ:Phillips looks physically pumped for this match…

MW:If your not pumped for Born in Fire then you are in the wrong business…

RJ:I agree…

Phillips and Corchia stare at one another as the lights in the arena switch off completely. Flames burst from the top of the stage and all four turnbuckles, accompanied by “Hell” from the soundsystem. The boos from the crowd echo all around.

Bird:From Deadman’s Corner…………………weighing in at 295 pounds………….Ceeeerrrrrbbbbeeeeerrrrrrruuuuuusss!

MW:Just eight days removed from that hellacious “last man standing” match with Johnny Goldman…I am amazed to see Cerberus standing here…..

RJ:The monster certainly has amazing recovery time….but he is still hurting, make no question……he was superplexed almost twenty foot through three tables….you do not forget about that in a hurry….

Cerberus glares through the eyeholes of his mask and breathes deeply before slowly marching down towards the ring. He pulls himself up onto the apron and steps over the top rope.

MW:Cerberus is my pick….a guy of his size is going to prove so difficult to budge…

RJ:Not if the other competitors work together to eliminate the biggest threat……

Cerberus glares at Corchia and Phillips before all heads turn back towards the stage and “Last resort” blasts out to an almighty ovation….

Bird:From Sheffield, England………………….weighing in at 259 pounds……………..Geeeeeooooofffffffff Stttttteeeeeeeelllllllllllllll!

MW:Former 6CW Champion has arrived…

RJ:Steel has got some serious support here tonight at Born in Fire….remember it was only a year ago at this very event when Steel successfully defended, the now defunct, 6CW Championship against Keith Leone and Blue Dragon…..Steel knows what it is like to perform on this stage, under this type of pressure…

Steel reaches out and tags hands with the fans as he marches down to the ring and then climbs up the steel steps onto the apron. He takes a look at the competitors inside the ropes and then joins them…

MW:We are going to have eight men in that ring at one time……talk about chaos RJ…

RJ:It’s going to be difficult to keep up with everything….

Bird:From Paris, France………………weighing in at 275 pounds……………..Jeeeeeeeeerrrrrrroooooommmmmmeeeee Duuubbbbbbbbbbooooooooooiiiiiisssssss!

The boos from the crowd are almost deafening as “Mind Eraser” plays out from the speakers. As the intro of the song play’s across the arena, Dubois jogs out with his back to the crowd wearing a Black suit vest with "Still a Phenomene" written across the back in white. Dubois then turns arounds and stretches his arms out from side to side as he looks up to the heavens as a Red Pyro shoot off behind him. Dubois makes his way down the ramp with and walks up the steel steps where he wipes his feet on the apron and then steps into the ring. As Dubois enters the ring he removes his robe and climb on to the apron where he is seen wearing a white trunks with “Culture” Written on the back.

RJ:Dubois may very well be the most hated man in this match……….his affiliation with Miss Jessica has won him no allies since he joined Ascension…

MW:No, but it has earned him three shots now at the AWF Championship…..Dubois is smart and he knows exactly how to position himself for success….

RJ:A former 6WF Internet and Freeweight Champion is Dubois………but history has not been kind to him at this event, he will be looking to change all that here this evening….

MW:Aslong as Dubois or Scorpion leave with the gold, I am sure Miss Jessica will see this as a job well done….

All eyes are set firmly on Dubois, who steps back out onto the apron and drops to the outside. Golden pyros then begin to fall from the top of the stage and “The Golden Rule” screams out.

Crowd:Gooooooooooolllllllllllllddddddddmmmmmmmaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnn x10

Bird:From New York City……………weighing in at 271 pounds…………..Jooooohhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnyyyyy Goooooooolllllldddddddmmmmmmmaaannnnnnnnnnn!

RJ:Here is another competitor who is nowhere near full capacity……

MW:Johnny Goldman was carried out of the LG Arena on a stretcher last week after that last man standing match with Cerberus…….

RJ:But he is here, and aslong as there is breath in his body, he will fight with all he has…..

MW:Goldman is a former CWA World Champion……

RJ:And don’t forget that belt was stripped from him and transformed into the AWF Championship……so in a way, Goldman believes that the belt still belongs to him…

MW:Well tonight he can earn it back…

Goldman slowly walks out onto the stage and he raises his arms into the air, wincing slightly, as golden pyros erupt all around him. He points to his t-shirt that reads “All that glitters” on the front and “Is Goldman” on the back before walking toward the ring..

RJ:Goldman believes tonight is his night….to climb to the top of the Ascension ladder and claim the ultimate prize…

MW:But can he do it?.....can he ignore the conflict with Cerberus and get the job done?

Cerberus is staring down at Goldman as he reaches the base of the ring. JG stares back up at his rival and then climbs up onto the apron and into the ring. Cerberus is ushered to one side of the ring and Goldman is kept on the opposite…

RJ:Officials do not want this erupting until all competitors are in the ring……

Pink and green pyrotechnics begin to fire high up into the air and then “Be myself” echoes out to a mixed reaction from the fans in attendance.

Bird:From Calgary, Alberta, Canada…………..weighing in at 240 pounds……….Leeeeeeeexxxxxxxx Haaaaaaarrrrrtttttttttt!

MW:Mr Redemption is here….do you really buy that this guy has turned the other cheek?

RJ:I really don’t know, but Lex has been highly convincing thus far….perhaps he has changed his ways, it would be great to think that he has….

MW:I’m not falling for it just yet…I know what this guy is like…

RJ:I think everybody does, and that is why there is so much reservation…….good to see Hart no longer has to wear that protective mask over his nose though….doctors gave him the all clear for competition without it earlier this afternoon…

MW:His nose is still a weakness though and his opponents would do well to exploit that….

RJ:Lex is another competitor who has been embroiled in the Miss Jessica saga over on Ascension….she has done everything she can to screw Lex over, but so far Hart has been a match for her evil schemes….perhaps tonight he can go one further and win the AWF Championship…

Lex Hart, dressed in his trademark pink trunks, stares around at the arena is momentarily overcome with emotion. He then looks down towards the floor and begins to walk towards the ring….

MW:That leaves just one man……..

Lex reaches the ring and steps up onto the apron as “Wake up” roars out to the biggest round of boos of the evening thus far. Red jets of pyros explode into the air..

Bird:And finally………..from Colorado Desert…………….weighing in at 235 pounds…………Scooooorrrrrpppppiiiiiiiiiioooooooooonnnnnn!

RJ:Former two time hardcore champion……but tonight is Scorpion’s big chance to make a name for himself and position his name into a higher category here in 6WF………

MW:With Miss Jessica’s backing, the sky is the limit for this man….

Scorpion makes his way out onto the stage with a smug look on his face. He raises his arms into the straight edge “X” before sauntering down towards the ring. Lex is just about to climb through the ropes when Dubois drags him off the apron and begins to battle Hart on the outside…

RJ:This is all kicking off now….

Lex blocks a right hand from Dubois and begins to unload with shots of his own before Scorpion runs down the rampway and clatters into Hart from behind. Lex falls down and both men begin to stomp him down as the action erupts in the ring aswell…

MW:I do not envy the referees who have to police this thing…

Two officials on the outside are forced to just watch as chaos ensues at ringside. Dubois and Scorpion run Lex Hart face-first into the ring before grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and clattering him back against the ringside barrier, leaving him in a slump.

RJ:Lex Hart’s dreams of being champion are quickly evaporating….

Scorpion and Dubois then drag Lex back to his feet and they lift him into a double back suplex position before running him forwards, slamming him into a crotched position around the ringpost…

MW:Lex is getting destroyed here…

RJ:This isn’t bloody right…..Lex is being tortured…

Lex drops to the floor in agony as Jimmy Phillips comes out of the ring and begins to battle with Dubois and Scorpion. Phillips knees Dubois in the stomach and throws him across the floor before grabbing Scorpion and chucks him into the ring…

RJ:As if the chaos on the outside wasn’t bad enough…look in the ring…..

Cerberus is choking Zach Corchia against the turnbuckle when Johnny Goldman rushes across and big boots the monster in the side of the head. The two rivals battle each other with fierce right hands before Cerberus goes downstairs with a heavy knee and then seizes Goldman around the throat…

MW:Goldman going for a ride here…

RJ:DISASTER KICK!

The crowd cheer as Corchia runs across and springboards onto the ropes, floating back with the stiff kick that knocks Cerberus off balance and towards the opposite ropes. Corchia quickly lands with a follow up superkick to the jaw, teetering Cerberus closer to the edge…

MW:Cerberus is rocked here…

RJ:Corchia displaying his courage…

Corchia shakes his head as Cerberus refuses to go down and he runs off the opposite ropes, returning with a flying dropsault to the chest, sending Cerberus crashing back against the ropes…

MW:But it still isn’t enough to send the monster over….

Corchia looks almost disbelieving and then he runs the ropes once again, this time returning with a spinning heel kick that topples Cerberus over the top rope, but the big man regains his footing on the apron….

RJ:What does it take….

Corchia rolls back up to his feet and he springboards onto the adjacent ropes and soars back with a missile dropkick to the head of Cerberus….causing the monster to slip and let go off the ropes…

MW:He’s…..HOLDING ON!

Cerberus manages to reach out with his left hand and grab the ropes before he topples to the floor below. Corchia gets up and he tries to swing a roundhouse kick towards the skull…

RJ:OH MY…

MW:AHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Cerberus somehow pulls himself back onto the apron and he blocks the roundhouse kick before seizing Corchia with his free hand around the throat and lifts him up into a chokeslam position before dropping Corchia onto his shoulders and powerbombs him down onto the concrete floor…

RJ:Corchia is out of here….and after that impact he may be out cold…

MW:How much did he throw at Cerberus…..and it just was not enough………..

RJ:SOLE SEARCHER!

*Crowd pop

RJ:Sensational here at Born in Fire…

Cerberus is glaring down at his handywork on Corchia as Johnny Goldman runs across and lands with his patented big boot, that sends Cerberus crashing off the apron and tumbling into the aisleway.

MW:I can’t believe that..Johnny Goldman just eliminated my pick……

RJ:I don’t think anybody saw Cerberus being eliminated that early…..

More referees are called on sight as Cerberus has to be restrained and led towards the backstage area. Johnny Goldman is leaning over the ropes with a smug grin on his face as his rival is escorted up the ramp and towards the entranceway.

RJ:What an explosive start…….two eliminations…..

MW:But still six remain….

Geoff Steel has Jerome Dubois up on his shoulders and he slams him into the canvass with an Attitude Adjustment before running off the ropes and returning with a jumping legdrop across the throat. Jimmy Phillips is shoulder thrusting Scorpion in the opposite corner…

RJ:Five men in the ring……….and Lex Hart is still suffering the effects of his early beatdown at the hands of Scorpion and Jerome Dubois…

There is a small cut across the right eye of Lex as he slumps against the steel steps and tries to get back to his feet. In the ring, Johnny Goldman and Jimmy Phillips whip Scorpion across the ring and send him flying into a double backdrop as he comes back….

MW:Miss Jessica’s men have certainly painted a bullseye on their back….

RJ:You could see this coming a mile off…

Geoff Steel drags Dubois to his feet, but is stunned by a poke to the eye. Dubois lashes hard knife edge chops into Steel’s chest and then whips him into the corner before following up with a bodysplash, dropping Steel into a seated position. Dubois then turns on his heel and runs out, knocking down Johnny Goldman with a clothesline….

MW:Dubois coming to the aid of Scorpion…

RJ:He recognises that he stands a much better chance in this match with an ally….

Dubois then rakes the eyes of Jimmy Phillips and whips him off the ropes, tilt-a-whirling him into a sideslam as he comes back. Scorpion gets back to his feet and he trash talks Phillips before running off the ropes…

MW:SCORPION ELBOW!

RJ:SPEAR!

Scorpion lands the elbow drop on Phillips, but is flattened immediately as he stands by a running spear from Geoff Steel. Dubois quickly turns and kicks Steel in the face before repeatedly stomping down on the former 6CW Champion…

MW:Dubois displaying his ruthless streak right now…

Goldman is back on his feet and he spins Dubois around before lifting him into an inverted atomic drop and whips him off the ropes, flooring him with a samoan drop on the comeback. Dubois staggers back to his feet and Goldman kicks him in the stomach…

RJ:GOLD RUSH!

Goldman flips Dubois up for the powerbomb but Dubois spits a horrible black liquid into the eyes of Goldman….

RJ:What the hell was that….

MW:It is called being prepared RJ…

Goldman staggers away, blinded, and it allows Dubois to sneak up behind him and dump him over the top rope to the outside of the ring. The crowd are booing furiously as Dubois mockingly bows in the centre of the ring….

MW:They can boo all they want….but what Dubois did is perfectly legal…..that is another man down…

RJ:Only five remain in the opening contest here at Born in Fire….the final superstar standing in the ring when this match is over will be the new AWF Champion….

Dubois pulls Jimmy Phillips up and nails him with a snap suplex before bouncing off the ropes and returning with a jumping kneedrop to the forehead. Phillips stumbles back to his feet and Dubois lifts him into a scoop slam before heading for the corner and climbing the ropes…

MW:Dubois going for the big risk now….paid off!

RJ:Elbow drop to the heart…

Dubois lands the elbow drop and is quick back to his feet in order to drill Steel with a double armed DDT. Dubois covers Phillips…………………………..1…………………………..2…………………shoulder up. He turns his attention to Steel and covers……………………………1………………………………….2…………..kickout.

MW:Dubois is doing this for Miss Jessica….to prove anybody wrong that ever doubted his ability…

RJ:I don’t know many people that doubted Dubois’ ability, more just a dislike of his attitude…

Dubois beckons Phillips up and kicks him in the stomach before whipping him into the corner. Phillips crashes against the turnbuckle and staggers out as Dubois runs towards the adjacent ropes and follows him out….

MW:BULLDOG!

RJ:No….COUNTER!

Phillips ducks out of the bulldog at the last moment and then bursts through Dubois with a running shoulder tackle (Monty Brown’s Pounce). Dubois staggers back up to his feet and Phillips scoops him onto his shoulders before running him into a powerslam….

MW:Phillips picking up a head of steam now…

Phillips gets back to his feet again and he rags Dubois up by the head before flipping him into a powerbomb position. Dubois drops down off the back and spins Phillips around…

MW:AU…

Phillips counters the sitout sideslam into a northern lights suplex. He then gets back to his feet and climbs onto the second rope….

RJ:Explosive flying clothesline!

Phillips dives off and wipes Dubois out with the clothesline before rolling back up onto his feet and begins to stalk the Frenchmen. Dubois is clearly feeling the effects of the beating and is slow to reach a vertical base….

MW:Stay down Dubs….don’t stand up…

RJ:Dubois has no idea……TOUCHDOWN!

*Ultra boos

MW:Keeping that teamwork flowing…

Phillips is about to nail the “rockbottom” when Scorpion sneaks behind and lands with a vicious low blow, dropping Phillips to his knees in agony. Dubois quickly drags Phillips up and drills him with the “Culture Shock”….

RJ:I’m starting to doubt how anybody can stop Dubois and Scorpion…

Scorpion taunts the crowd and gives the “X” before dragging Phillips back up and connects with his patented stunner before covering…
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RJ:Final four…

MW:Lex still hasn’t got in this match…

RJ:You were saying….

The referee just completes the three count on Phillips when Lex comes from nowhere and pulls Scorpion down into a schoolboy……………………………..1………………………………………2………………………….shoulder up. Both men scramble back to their feet and Lex leapfrogs over Scorpion but is wasted by a big boot from Dubois….

MW:Jimmy Phillips is gone, Cerberus, Corchia and Goldman are gone….just four remain…one of these men is leaving as AWF Champion…

Scorpion and Dubois begin to lay the boot into Hart once more before Scorpion rags Lex up to his feet and holds him in place as Dubois slashes in hard knife edge chops to the chest. The chest of Lex is red raw as Scorpion releases him and Dubois lifts him up…

RJ:AU REVOIR!

Dubois connects with the sitout sideslam and then orders Scorpion to climb the ropes. The straight edge superstar looks a little annoyed at being told what to do but agrees, and begins to ascend the ropes. He reaches the top and stares down at Hart before standing tall…

MW:Feeling froggy….

The crowd cheer as Lex rolls away at the last second and Scorpion crashes heavily into the canvass. Dubois is quick to set upon Hart once again but Geoff Steel is back up and he wraps his arms around Dubs’ waist….

RJ:GERMAN!

The crowd roar as Steel connects with the german and keeps his hands locked, dragging Dubois back to his feet again and connecting with a second suplex. Steel breathes deeply and summons his strength as he pulls Dubois up for a third time…

MW:HAT-TRICK!

The roars ring around the arena as Steel drills his foe with the third straight suplex and then crawls for the corner. GS clings to the ropes and helps himself up before beginning to climb high to the top, the flashbulbs go off all around….

RJ:Geoff Steel can sense a changing of the tide right now……FLYING HEADBUTT!

The aerial headbutt lands straight to the chest of Dubois, knocking all the wind out of his lungs. Lex staggers back to his feet and runs towards the ropes…

MW:Lionsault…..

RJ:Dubois is done…

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RJ:That was so close to an elimination…

Scorpion and Lex scramble back to their feet and Scorpion ducks a clothesline attempt from Hart and kicks him in the stomach…

MW:DEATH….

Lex pushes Scorpion into Steel, who lifts the straight edge superstar onto his shoulders and nails a death valley driver. Lex quickly sneaks up on Steel and rolls him up…

RJ:You have to be an opportunist…

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MW:Lex almost stole that one..

Steel and Hart get back to their feet and Geoff shoves Lex in the chest, sparking a fist fight in the centre of the ring. The fans are firmly behind Steel as he ploughs into Lex with hard forearms before kicking him in the stomach….

RJ:BLADE….

Lex swipes Steel’s legs and attempts to twist him into a sharpshooter but Steel manages to pull him down into a small package……………………….1…………………………………….2……………kickout. They both get back up and it’s Lex first in with a knee to the stomach….

MW:Lex looking for the piledriver now…

Steel takes his turn to swipe Lex’s feet this time and he then slingshots Hart into the corner, only for Lex to land on the second rope. Hart leaps up onto the top and twists back….

RJ:Beautiful crossbody!

1………………………………………2………………….Steel gets his shoulder up. They both get back up and trade right hands again…

MW:FRENCH CONNECTION!

Dubois bursts forwards for the attempted spear but both men roll aside, causing Dubois to thunder straight through Scorpion. The cheers ring all around as Dubois looks down, aghast at what he has done, and then turns back around in a daze…

RJ:Dubois got his timing all wrong….he wiped out his ally….

MW:This is bad….

RJ:It just got worse…….STEELWORKS!

The crowd pop as Steel swipes Dubois’ legs and immediately twists him into the liontamer, jamming his knee right into the spine of the screaming Frenchmen. Dubois attempts to make a break for the ropes but Lex drops down and applies the crossface at the same time…

MW:Oh no….they are going to break him in half….

RJ:Dubois in excruciating pain….he tapped!

The cheers ring out all around as Dubois has no choice but to furiously tap his hand to the mat, confirming his exit from the match. A chant of “na,na,na,na…..na,na,na,na….hey,hey,hey…goodbye” breaks out as Dubois rolls from the ring and Steel nods his head in satisfaction…

RJ:Geoff Steel seems very happy with that elimination…

MW:He should concentrate on the match…FLATLINE!

RJ:WOW!

The crowd are stunned silent as Steel turns around and Lex takes full advantage, diving into the RKO out of nowhere..
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MW:NO WAY!

RJ:Geoff Steel refusing to die in this match…………..Lex Hart cannot believe it..

Hart stares at the referee is disbelief and slaps his hand against the mat three times, but the referee confirms a two. Lex holds his head in his hand as he stumbles back up to his feet and stares to the ceiling…

MW:Lex is stunned….that was his best move and Steel wouldn’t be put away…what does he have to do?

RJ:Lex needs to keep his composure and fight on…no point in worrying about a factor he cannot change…

Lex rolls his eyes to the sky and then begins to beckon Steel to stand up once again. Steel is dazed and confused, his eyes glazed over, but he slowly co-operates….

MW:Steel has no idea what is in store for him…

RJ:Twice is the charm……FLATLINE!

MW:OH MY GOD!

Lex leaps up for the RKO but Steel pushes him away this time, straight into Scorpion who subsequently backdrops Hart over the top rope.

RJ:Scorpion just got rid of Lex…

Scorpion bursts forwards and he rocks Steel back with right hands before kicking him in the stomach…

MW:DEATH STALKER….

Scorpion looks for the stunner but Steel counters into a back suplex that sends Scorpion toppling over the top rope onto the apron. Steel whirls around and Scorpion shoulder thrusts him through the middle rope before attempting to lift Steel into a suplex…

RJ:Scorpion looking to suplex Steel to the outside….to become AWF Champion…

Steel holds onto the ropes and keeps his footing before countering into a suplex of his own, lifting Scorpion back into the ring…

RJ:I don’t know how wise this is…

MW:Not wise at all…

Scorpion amazingly manages to alter his body in midair and he floats across the shoulders of Steel before landing behind the former 6CW Champion and waits for him to turn back around…

MW:DEATH…

*Crowd ultra pop

RJ:Where on earth….

Steel blocks the stunner by pushing Scorpion away to the opposite side of the ring, where Lex Hart has “skinned the cat” and pulls down the top rope, sending the straight edge superstar toppling over and to the outside of the ring…

MW:Is Lex still in this thing?

RJ:Your damn right he is….he clung on and only one foot hit the flor…

MW:Incredible….so this is the final two?

RJ:You better believe it…it comes down to this……..the opening match of Born in Fire 2012…..Geoff Steel versus Lex Hart….who is leaving as the AWF Champion?

Lex pushes himself onto his feet and he stares at Geoff Steel, who glares back. Both men’s chests heave in and out as they slowly make their way towards the centre of the ring and eyeball one another. There is an exchange of a few words before fists begin to fly…

MW:Here we go…..time to find out who the best really is….who is leaving with the gold?

RJ:Lex Hart and Geoff Steel, two former world champions…both fighting to cement their place as the leading light on Ascension…

MW:Born in Fire brings out the best in everybody…

Steel begins to rock Lex back on his heels but Hart responds with sickening knife edge chops to the midsection. Steel staggers back towards the ropes but then kicks out at the stomach of Lex and throws him into the turnbuckle, unloading with fierce punches…

RJ:You can see the desire in every blow…..these men want this so much…

Steel grabs Lex’s arm and whips him across the ring, causing Hart to crash into the opposite turnbuckle and flip upside down. Lex staggers back down onto his feet and Steel kicks him in the stomach…

MW:BLADE….

Lex swipes the feet of Steel and bridges over the top……………………1……………………………….2………………..Steel bridges out just before the three count. Both men are back on their feet and Steel twists out of Lex’s grip and knees him in the stomach….

RJ:Gutwrench powerbomb…

The ring shakes as Steel decimates Lex into the canvass with the powerbomb and then he staggers over towards the ropes. Steel is hurting from the effects of the match but manages to haul himself up the ropes to the top…

MW:Steel taking such a risk right now…

Steel reaches the top but Lex is already back on his feet and runs to the corner, landing with an exceptionally athletic springboard enzeguiri to the side of Steel’s head (ala Del Rio). Steel drops down into a seated position on top as Hart scrambles up the ropes…

RJ:Steel took too long….and it could come back to haunt him…

MW:Lex taking the risk now….SUPERPLEX!

RJ:That’ll end it..

The ring shudders from impact and then Lex slowly crawls across and drapes his arm on the chest of Steel………………1.
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MW:I thought Lex had the match won right there….

Hart gets back up onto his feet and he breathes in the reaction of the crowd before running to the ropes and diving into the springboard…

RJ:LION…

Lex floats back into the moonsault but Steel drives his knees up into the midsection at the very last moment. Both men are slumped on the canvass, trying their best to get back up to their feet..

MW:This match has certainly taken a lot out of these two competitors…

RJ:And right now in the backstage area you can tell that Miss Jessica is throwing a fit that she doesn’t have any representation in this match…

Lex gets back up and he stomps on Steel’s midsection before pulling him into place and nailing a vertical suplex. Hart swivels his hips and pulls Steel back up again and connects with a second straight suplex…

MW:Lex attempting to build some momentum now….

Lex sucks it up and he manages to haul Steel up for a third time and lifts him into a suplex position, only for Steel to float over the back….

RJ:Russian….

Lex elbows his way free of the russian legsweep attempt and then kicks Steel in the stomach…

MW:HART ATTACK….GET THE BELT!

The crowd are split as Lex twirls Steel around and then nails him with the jackhammer before hooking both legs……..1
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*Crowd cheer

RJ:How did Steel manage that?

MW:He has to be some sort of robot….the impact of that move should be enough to finish anybody….

Lex rolls onto his knees and places his hands on his hips, disbelief etched over his face once more. The sweat drips down off his brow as he climbs back to his feet…

RJ:Lex has thrown everything at Steel….but so far it has not been enough….

MW:He has to find a new angle….something that Steel cannot escape from….

Steel staggers back up to his feet and Lex lifts him onto his shoulders and walks him towards the ropes, attempting to dump him down to the outside. Steel manages to drive his elbow point into the jaw of Hart and staggers back down onto his feet and back into the centre of the ring…..Lex spins around and runs at Steel…

RJ:Spinebuster………..STEELWORKS!

Steel drills Lex with the spinebuster and quickly grabs ahold of his legs and attempts to twist him into the liontamer….

MW:If Steel manages to switch Lex over then this is over…………Lex cannot escape from the liontamer…

RJ:Steel closing in on the championship…

Lex is almost turned completely over when he manages to twist his body back and uses his leg strength to send Steel crashing across the ring. Both men stumble back up and Lex dives in…

MW:FLAT….

Steel counters the RKO into a rollup…………………………….1………………………………..2…………………shoulder up. They scramble back up and Lex lands with a dropkick that staggers Steel back into the corner and he rushes in after….CRACK!

*Crowd groan

RJ:Not what Lex was hoping for………………….BLADECUTTER!

*Crowd pop

Lex dives in for the bodysplash but Steel moves aside, causing Lex’s head to crack the top of the ringpost. Hart staggers back around and falls victim to the piledriver…
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MW:New champion…..

RJ:FOOT ON THE ROPES!

The referee’s hand comes down to complete the three count when he notices Lex’s left foot draped on the bottom rope, declaring the pinfall void. Geoff Steel has his arm raised in victory but the official is forced to pull the arm down and point towards Lex’s foot…

MW:Steel can’t believe it…..he thought that was it…

RJ:80,000 fans inside the arena thought that was it……..but Lex Hart still somehow had the ring presence to find the ropes….unbelievable opening contest….

Crowd:6-dub-f x10

MW:This is what Born in Fire is all about….

Steel looks around at the packed out crowd and he nods his head, energized by the reaction of the fans. The former world champion paces back and forth, waiting for Lex to get back up…

RJ:It was twelve months ago that Steel pulled off an amazing victory over Keith Leone and Blue Dragon….he needs to display some of the same grit here tonight….

MW:He has to dig deeper than he has in a long time….

Steel waits and waits until finally Lex stumbles back towards his feet and he anticipates the moment when Hart turns around, kicking him the stomach….

RJ:Bladecutter mark two….

MW:SHARPSHOOTER!

Steel looks for the second piledriver but Lex shows his technical prowess by kicking Steel’s legs out from under him and twists him into the submission…

MW:So much heritage in this move…………..developed and made famous by Lex’s ancestors….now this historic submission could define this match…..

RJ:Steel in major trouble here….Lex is a submission expert and this is applied to perfection…

Steel yells in pain as he tries to scramble for the ropes but Lex pulls him back into the middle and sits right down onto the back of Geoff, extending the pain beyond belief…

MW:Steel wants to be champion so much….but I don’t think he can survive this, nobody can survive this…..

Steel’s fingers claw across the canvass as he desperately tries to make it to the safety of the ropes but Lex’s bodyweight is proving difficult to shift and the excruciating agony being applied to Steel’s back is becoming too much….

RJ:I don’t think Geoff Steel has ever tapped out in his life….but he is coming so close right now…

MW:I think Lex Hart is leaving tonight as the AWF Champion…

Steel’s hand quivers upon the edge of tapping out, pain painted across his face. The referee is asking GS if he has had enough but Steel just will not say the words…

RJ:Steel might end up passing out here….and the referee will have no choice but to stop the match and award the championship to Lex…

Lex’s face is red with the effort he is applying but his grip is loosening slightly as he struggles to contain the pressure of the situation. Steel’s back is arched at a sickening angle but he manages to stretch out with his left hand….

MW:Got the ropes….no…

Steel’s fingers brush the bottom rope but fall to the canvass. Lex tries to re-apply the submission to greater effect but Steel pushes his body forwards and grabs the bottom rope at the second attempt….

RJ:Steel saving himself….buying a reprieve….

MW:But his tank is empty….he is a spent force and Lex Hart knows it….this is Hart’s big chance…

Lex releases the submission and stumbles forwards, grabbing the referee’s shirt to keep his balance. Hart lets go of the referee and spits in anguish before resting against the opposite ropes and waiting for Steel to get back up…

RJ:These guys are running on pure adrenaline….

MW:What do you expect….they have nothing else…

RJ:I don’t know if Steel even has that…

Steel slumps forwards on his knees and tries to get back up as Lex pushes himself off the ropes and runs forwards….

MW:CANDIAN DESTROYER!

RJ:Counter….

Lex leaps into the flipping piledriver but Steel amazingly catches him on his back and counters with an alabama slam. He clings onto Lex’s legs and twists him over…

RJ:STEELWORKS ARE LOCKED IN!

The crowd pop as Steel manages to get Lex over and presses his knee right into the spine, maximizing the pain that is being inflicted upon the Canadian superstar. Hart tries in utter desperation to get towards the ropes, but his efforts are proving futile….

MW:Lex was so close to achieving his “redemption”….but now he must fight with all he has to remain active in this contest….

RJ:Hart is on the brink…..he needs a minor miracle…

Lex’s cries of anguish can be heard all around as he arches his back up and tries to crawl towards the ropes. Steel is clutching to Hart’s legs with all his might, restricting his movement as much as possible…

MW:Lex is fingertips away…

Hart reaches out and his hand is millimetres away from clutching the ropes when Steel drags him back into the centre and kneels right into the move, bending Lex’s back into an almost perfect semi-circle…

RJ:The pressure on the spine is sickening to watch….Lex is contorted beyond human capability….

MW:Steel closing in….

The referee is asking Lex if he wants to quit, but Hart is so reluctant and tries to break himself loose. The knee to the spine is twisting his body at an unnatural angle…

RJ:I admire the courage being shown by Lex here but I would hate to think he was jeopardizing his career to protect a macho image….live to fight another day kid…

MW:He just wants to prove himself…

RJ:In my mind he already has…..the effort he has shown tonight commands respect…but don’t throw your career away…..

Steel continues to bend the back of Lex up until the point where Hart’s left hand quivers to a standstill and he reluctantly slaps his hand against the canvass…

MW:He did it….he tapped…

RJ:Fantastic effort from Lex Hart, so brave……but tonight just wasn’t his night…………this evening belongs to the brand new AWF Champion…

Mike Bird:Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner………………and NEW AWF Champion………….Geeeeeeeoooofffffffffffffffff Sttttttteeeeeeeeeeeeeelllllllllllllllll!

*Crowd pop

MW:What a match……..what a moment this is…..Steel outlasted the competition and his name is up in lights once more…………the former 6CW World Champion is now the reigning AWF Champion…congratulations Steel…

RJ:He had to weather a heck of a storm….one fantastic battle that was back and forth until the last….but when the dust settled and all was said and done….Geoff Steel is wearing championship gold once more…

MW:There were times when I thought Lex had it sewn up…..heck I thought Scorpion or Dubois were a shoe-in to win this thing….but when it came down it, Geoff Steel has once again proven his warrior instincts…

The referee passes the AWF Championship to Geoff Steel, who cradles it in his arms and then holds it up above his head with a jubilant smile upon his face. The roars grow louder as Steel heads for the corner and climbs onto the ropes, posing with his newly won prize…..

RJ:Steel just went 2-0 at Born in Fire……not quite a Phenom just yet but a fantastic foundation of which he can kick on from now…..6WF may have just unearthed a new primetime player…

Lex Hart is on his knees, clutching the bottom of his back in pain, before slowly stumbling back to his feet. Disappointment is etched across his face as Steel jumps down off the ropes and turns to face his fallen opponent.

MW:Lex might just revert back to type here…

RJ:I think you do him a disservice….

*Crowd pop

Lex looks at Steel and then at the AWF Championship before extending his hand, which Steel accepts and they shake in the centre of the ring. The cheers ring out all around as Lex applauds Steel and the new champion does the same in return to his rival. Lex then mouths the words “I’ll be back” and Steel smiles at him as Hart exits the ring and leaves the stage clear for Steel to continue his celebration.

RJ:Huge show of respect between these two men….and I am sure this crowd would love to see them go at it again somewhere down the line…..

MW:It was truly an amazing opener to what promises to be a record-setting night here at Born in Fire….

RJ:As good as that was….it was just the damn beginning……..we are just striking the tip of the iceberg…buckle up ladies and gentlemen because you ain’t seen nothing yet…

James McManus is stood backstage with Jack Reynolds....

JR: James, you're just moments away from your match against Chaos. How does it feel going into this match given the history you have?

JM: It's easy. For months I had to play second fiddle to Chaos. I was brow beaten, belittled and humiliated because he wanted to cling on to some faded notion that somehow he could still cut it, that somehow that world title was just moments from his grasp. The harsh reality is that Chaos has created his own downfall. He's not been at the top of the pile for a long time and he won't be there any time soon....

JR: You sound pretty confident, James?

McManus smiles....

JM: And with every reason. I'm the most technically gifted athlete in this company. I've worked all over this country. I've showcased my skills in some of the biggest arenas in the world. Tonight, at Born In Fire, the biggest event in our company, I'm going to show everyone what I've got in my locker. I'm going to show Chaos why he had every reason to have belief and faith in me, and that his biggest mistake, was trying to keep me down.

JR: Thanks very much for your time and good luck with your match.

McManus nods and shakes the hand of Reynolds before heading towards the ring.

Kayleigh Reed is stood backstage with Chaos as the crowd boo...

KR: Chaos, tonight you face James McManus in a grudge match following what has been an intense rivalry, what are your thoughts on tonights match?

Chaos stares at Kayleigh before breaking into a grin...

Chaos: Miss Reed, we haven't been introduced......

Kayleigh backs off as Chaos holds out a hand and laughing....

Chaos: Ah, come now, i'm not as bad as they make out. But let me answer your question. Tonight, i'm going to show the whole world why i'm the greatest cruiserweight the world has ever seen. See James thinks that somehow he's inside my head, that somehow he's going to be able to upstage me. But despite his proclamations, Miss Reed, i taught him everything he knows. I put him where he is. I've watched him grow, i planted the seeds and then i watched as he failed to live up to the promise i once saw in him. I've seen the fruits of MY labour rot around me. It's laughable to think that his new found alliance with another Emporioum reject is going to lead to some sort of rejuvenation for them both. Tonight, they will both fail. Tonight, McManus will fail again. I will end what i started and douse the flames of any fire that burns within him. Tonight, Chaos will rise again.

KR: Rise again?

Chaos: Yes Miss Reed. For too long i've been stuck in the lower echelons. Dragged down by a fomer cohort. Tonight begins my ascension towards where i belong. Main Event. 12 months ago, this night was all about me. And soon, nobody will be talking about Cassius Zhi or JJ Johnson. They will cower in fear at the rise of Chaos. And the beginning of a new era of domination.

Chaos stares into the camera and the lights flicker behind him as we head to commercial.

RJ: A big grudge match up next here for you at Born In Fire, this match marks the culmination of a long-lasting feud between these two men who were formerly tag team partners.

MW: This is very much a case of Master vs The Apprentice, has the master taught his apprentice so well that he is now the master? Has Chaos taught James McManus that well?

RJ: I don’t think McManus would look too favourably upon that comparison you are making between him and Chaos. I think that is what he is trying to escape from Michael, being pigeon-holed as Chaos’ lackie or being labelled the next Chaos.

MW: And what the hell would be wrong with that? Chaos is a former world champion, that is something McManus can only dream of at the moment.

RJ: Yes but I think it is fair to say that since losing the world title at Night of Glory, Chaos’ form has taken somewhat of a dip and I think McManus is probably on the same level as him. In fact in there sole singles PPV match, McManus has a win over Chaos.

MW: Well I am pretty certain that Chaos will even that up tonight, he’s too good a competitor to be kept away from the world title scene so long.

“Sad but true” plays out through the speakers and the crowd inside Wembley stadium give a mixed reception for the arrival of James McManus. He strides out onto the stage before looking around the arena, he slowly walks to the ring, a couple of fans extend their hands and he slaps them before sliding under the bottom rope.

RJ: McManus is looking supremely focused tonight, he looks ready to fight. This is an absolutely huge opportunity for him to really propel himself forward.

MW: It certainly is RJ. He needs to be focused because we know that Chaos is so difficult to handle, such speed and agility.

RJ: A win over a former world champion at Born In Fire would be such a fantastic springboard, McManus knows the significance of this match.

“It’s an omen” screeches out followed by “Granite” and the crowd descend into boos as Chaos strolls out onto the ramp, walking through a haze of pyrotechnics. Chaos stares down at McManus before confidently walking to the ring. He climbs up the steps and along the apron before springboarding over the top rope and into the ring.

MW: You talk about this being a huge opportunity for McManus, we shouldn’t forget that this is also a great chance for Chaos to give himself a kick-start.

RJ: Sure is Michael, we all know that a Born In Fire win can really push someone on or back to the next level and that is what Chaos wants.

MW: Underneath all the bravado and the confidence, I think Chaos really does understand how important this is for his career. He was being compared to Hero, one of the greatest wrestlers in this company’s history this time last year. Can he step up now?

Ding, Ding, Ding!

The bell rings to kick the match off, Chaos and McManus immediately lock up. McManus gets the advantage by placing Chaos into a chicken-wing hold, he then goes for a belly to back suplex but Chaos back-flips and lands on his feet. McManus spins around and Chaos attempts a pele kick, which stuns McManus and he staggers back slightly.

Chaos runs off the ropes quickly only to be knocked down by a short-arm clothesline from James McManus. He quickly drops a knee down into the face before locking in a seated rear chinlock. Chaos gets to a vertical base and elbows his way out of the hold, he whips McManus against the ropes and on the rebound connects with a high-angled dropkick.

MW: This is exactly the kind of start we expected to this match, it’s going to be a very fast-paced affair between these two.

RJ: Both men have a very distinctive style. Chaos is very much of the new school, high-flying and athletic where as McManus is a throwback to the bygone era of counters and technical wrestling.

McManus rolls up to his feet, Chaos goes for an arm drag but McManus counters, placing him into an armbar and then countering with a Northern Lights suplex, keeping the armbar hold applied. Chaos rolls up to his feet and hits a knee to the stomach, he quickly bounces off the ropes and nails a running one-handed bulldog. Cover.

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

The shoulder is quickly up from McManus, Chaos rises to his feet and starts stomping down on the head of James McManus. He then drags him towards the corner, McManus pulls himself up using the ropes and as Chaos runs in, McManus counters with a flapjack. McManus steps out of the corner and allows Chaos to stagger forward before flinging him to the canvas with a hip toss.

Chaos rolls up groggily and throws a clothesline that McManus easily ducks, he hits a forearm smash into the back of the head and Chaos lurches forward. McManus follows that up by driving the neck of Chaos into the canvas with a stiff Russian legsweep. He makes the cover.

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

This time it is Chaos who gets the shoulder up, James McManus quickly hauls him to his feet and goes for a snap suplex but Chaos blocks, then countering with a swift neckbreaker on his old rival!

RJ: The opening exchanges of this match have certainly demonstrated just how long these two worked together, as a faction and then as a tag team.

MW: It certainly does RJ, they know each other’s moves inside out, they have a counter for everything. It really is going to be a fantastic contest to watch.

Chaos quickly heads towards the corner and up to the top rope. He steadies himself on the top rope before flying off and nailing a spinal tap on James McManus. Chaos makes the cover.

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

Chaos lifts up James McManus and hits a couple of hard knife-edge chops to the chest and McManus falls into the ropes. Chaos goes to whip McManus against the ropes but McManus is stronger and he sends Chaos into the ropes and on the rebound he connects with a big back body drop! Chaos stumbles up and walks straight into a spinebuster from McManus, who hooks the leg.

RJ: Big power there from James McManus!

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

McManus rolls up to his feet, he places Chaos into an armbar hold. Chaos gets up to his feet and spins out of the armbar hold before hitting a huge sidekick to the chin and McManus falls to the canvas. Chaos hauls up McManus and sends him into the corner, Chaos runs in and hits a leaping back elbow drop.

McManus staggers forward out of the corner groggily and Chaos heads up to the top rope once more, and he flies off connecting with a big missile dropkick on his former protégé. He hooks the leg.

MW: High-risk strategy is currently paying off for Chaos!

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

James McManus forces the shoulder up off the canvas, Chaos doesn’t go down the submission route instead hauling McManus up to his feet and hitting a couple of spin kicks to the stomach. Chaos then sets up for a DDT but McManus counters with a hard knee into the stomach and then throws Chaos down to the mat with a snap suplex.

Chaos rolls back into the corner and McManus runs in, hitting a big boot to the side of the head. McManus then lines up Chaos before hitting a face wash in the corner. Chaos rolls away, McManus runs off the ropes and hits a leaping knee drop into the face. He hooks the leg.

RJ: Great back and forth action here between these two.

MW: An enthralling contest RJ, and McManus certainly living up to your billing of being totally different to Chaos.

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

James McManus lifts up Chaos, he places him onto his shoulders and connects with a running powerslam on his former tag team partner. McManus retreats to the corner, waiting for Chaos to rise before going for a knee trembler but Chaos manages to dive out of the way. McManus turns around and Chaos monkey flips him down to the canvas.

McManus rolls up to his feet, he goes for a clothesline that Chaos ducks underneath and he then hits a chopblock on McManus. He drags James McManus to the corner, Chaos then sits himself on the top rope before launching off, nailing a tornado DDT on McManus. He covers.

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

Chaos stands over McManus impatiently, urging him to get to his feet. He then whips McManus into the ropes and this time it is Chaos who connects with the spinebuster. Chaos looks down at McManus, hits a stomp to the head before running off the ropes and connecting with a lionsault.

RJ: Impressive set of moves from Chaos there, he seems to be building some momentum here.

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

McManus drives the shoulder up off the canvas, Chaos is quick to head back to the corner and up to the top rope once more.

MW: This has been a very successful tactic for Chaos so far. MOONSAULT!

RJ: McManus moved!

McManus rolls away and Chaos crashes into the canvas. McManus then lifts up Chaos and quickly starts attacking the abdomen, driving punches into the gut followed up by a succession of vicious gutbusters. McManus then takes Chaos to the corner.

He places him into position for a fallaway slam but instead places Chaos width ways between the 2nd and 3rd rope.

RJ: What is he thinking here?

MW: OUCH!

McManus then runs in at Chaos and nails a running dropkick to the gut. He removes Chaos from the ropes on the referee’s orders and this time he does hit a fallaway slam. He covers.

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

James McManus lifts up Chaos, he boots him in the stomach and then sets up for a powerbomb but Chaos manages to counter with a hurracanrana. McManus stumbles up and Chaos connects with an STO and then changes tact.

RJ: Submission from Chaos!

Chaos synchs in the G-Spot(Sharpshooter) on McManus and it seems to be locked in pretty firmly. McManus tries to fight but Chaos pushes down on the back of McManus to increase the pressure on the hold. Chaos screams on the ref to check on McManus who seems to be struggling.

McManus’ arm drops to the canvas once. Chaos grins as the ref grabs McManus’ arm for the 2nd time and it drops. He goes for the third drop but McManus keeps his arm in the air, he then manages to spin onto his back and then up to his feet, now he has Chaos into a boston crab submission hold.

MW: What a counter that is from James McManus!

McManus has the hold locked in but Chaos’ submission seems to have taken it’s toll as Chaos manages to edge towards the ropes and then clutch the bottom rope. McManus releases and Chaos pulls himself up using the ropes.

McManus walks forward and Chaos knocks him down with a roundhouse kick. Chaos quickly heads up to the top rope...

MW: CHAOS RISING!

RJ: CHAOS IS GOING TO WIN!

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

MW: SO CLOSE FOR CHAOS!

RJ: MCMANUS KICKED OUT OF CHAOS RISING!

MW: Amazing from McManus.

Chaos lifts up McManus, he sets up for G-Force but McManus counters with a back body drop. McManus goes to the top rope and sets up for a crossbody but Chaos rolls through.

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

RJ: Another kick out from McManus!

Chaos lifts up McManus and he whips him into the corner. Chaos comes sprinting in but McManus counters with a big headbutt to the chest. He lifts up Chaos and boots him in the gut...

MW: MKII Ultra!

RJ: My god what a move that is!

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

James McManus leaps to his feet in celebration, and the Wembley crowd rise to their feet with the majority of fans cheering him on. He looks down at Chaos, smiling.

RJ: James McManus wins! He wins with an absolutely devastating finishing move, a huge win for McManus here at Born In Fire.

MW: It doesn’t get much better than that does it? McManus has pinned his former leader, a former world champion on the biggest stage of them all.

RJ: Of course what is important now is that McManus uses this as a tool to take himself onto the next level.

MW: And the same can be said of Chaos, how will he recover from a loss like this?

Kayleigh Reed is stood backstage....

KR: Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome my guest at this time, the 6WF European Champion, Kenji Hidari!!

The crowd boo as Kenji walks on the screen, the holding the European Title in his hands...

KR: Kenji, tonight you face The Fanatic, a man who pretty emphatically answered your challenge a few weeks back on Lockdown, and defeated Max Adamson for this opportunity, could this be the end of your European Title run?

Hidari snaps the microphone from Reed's hands...

KH: Firstly, you ignorant piece of trash, this is not just a European title any more...

Hidari holds up his title...

KH: This is the Euro-National title. And if i had my way, it would be known as the Japanese Title in honour of me. You talk about this Fanatic like he is a threat, but to Hidari he is nothing more than another piece of dirt for me to walk through. He is no match for my power and my speed. He is here by pure fluke, no more. What has this Fanatic ever acheived? Nothing more than a midgets enforcer, aligning himself with another also ran of the roster, a man who had plenty of chances to win this title? Hidari defeated 2 other men. Hidari didn't need multiple chances or gimmick matches. Hidari used his superior skill to win this belt. And Hidari will hold this belt long enough to prove without a doubt that i am the future of this company......though, you already knew that......

Hidari smiles as Reed backs off, Hidari looks puzzled before he feels a tap on his shoulder........ he turns round to see The Fanatic stood there staring down at him. Hidari gulps as The Fanatic rips the microphone from his hand and flicks his hair back...

The Fanatic: A piece of dirt, Hidari? I wouldn't be so disrespectful to the man whose going to to throw you around like a rag doll.

KH: I do not disrespect. I speak the truth. You are no match for me, Fanatic. You may have found your way into my dojo, but tonight, you will fall like the empires of the past. You will bow down to my power and skill and you will accept my greatness for what it is....

The Fanatic wraps his hand around the throat of Hidari and lifts him up, pinning him against the wall...

The Fanatic: You speak lies, Hidari, You have never beaten me and that isnt going to change, At the close of that match I will have my hand raised by the ref while you are in the centre of the ring injured, bleeding, crying, because I will stop at nothing to take that belt home Hidari. I would love you to try and stop that from happening. Infact when I become the champion, I will become the most dominant champion this company has ever seen, more dominant that Cassius, more dominant than Logan Kincade, more dominant than the old has been Hero was and there is no way anyone in that locker room can stop me, for I am the dark destroyer. I'd start saying goodbyes to your title, cause tonight, your little reign comes an end.

The Fanatic drops Hidari to the floor and stares him down before walking off.

RJ: What an opening so far to Born In Fire, Mike!

MW: It's hit the ground running, 'Arj. Lets just hope we can keep up the pace.

RJ: I'm sure we will, we are getting closer and closer to our main event, so lets take you back to where this all began and see how JJ Johnson and Cassius became the best of enemies....

MW: That's right. JJ Johnson, fresh from a sabbatical came back to 6WF under a wave of publicity.

RJ: What he hadn't seen, was the rise of a ferocious competitor in the shape of Cassius Zhi, a man who had changed the perception of eastern culture within our company. He was the Fight for the Right champion, and he believed more than anyone that he was more than a match for JJ Johnson.

MW: Only JJ was too busy playing Mr 6WF, that he didn't notice Cassius, and it was a mistake that would lay the foundation for the greatest of rivaries....

A video rolls with a graphic showing 26th March 2009

3'6' Mafia plays as JJ Johnson comes out to a great reception before Brandi ducks under JJ with his arms in the air and poses. Brandi looks back as JJ laughs and they make their way to the ring

RJ-Wait a minute

Cassius has clotheslined JJ from behind and begins to stomp on him as Brandi screams and Cassius walks towards her as Brandi slides into the ring. Black Widow walks past Cassius and gets into the ring as the girls roll around taking shots at each other. A winded JJ is whipped into the steps and dropped throat first on the ringside barrier before Cassius rolls JJ into the ring. Cassius is shown getting out some handcuffs and applys them to JJ and the top rope as JJ begins to realise whats happened as Cassius mocks. Brandi stands up over Black Widow in the corner before taking 2 steps back and walks into Cassius's chest. Brandi gulps as she turns around and Cassius grabs her by the throat

RJ-No dont do it

Dave Law-Cassius is making this personal RJ

Cassius gives JJ a manical smile as JJ trys his hardest to pull himself from the ropes as Cassius lifts Brandi up and Chokeslams her to the mat

Dave Law-Oh my god

RJ-Get some EMT's out here

Black Widow looks in shock as she rolls out of the ring and Cassius gives JJ a Cut Throat signal. Cassius steps over the top rope and tosses the key to JJ as Cassius walks off JJ frantically releases himself and checks on Brandi. JJ looks up to see Cassius laughing at the top of the ramp

MW: You can see nothing has changed in Cassius, 'Arj........... 'Arj?

The camera cuts to 'Arj listenting intently to his earpiece.....

RJ: Ok.....thanks....

MW: What's going on, 'Arj?

RJ: Ladies and Gentleman, i've just received news from the back, that earlier today, JJ Johnsons partner, Brandi, went into Labour at a local hospital. It's understood that JJ Johnson has left the arena and is by her bedside. When we come back from commercial, Danny McGraw will update us on the situation, but from all of us in 6WF we wish JJ and Brandi all the best for them and their newborn baby.

Jack Reynolds is stood backstage with a rather agitated looking Danny McGraw....

JR: Mr McGraw, what news can you give us on the condition of Brandi and the whereabouts of JJ Johnson?

McGraw rubs his head in frustration...

DM: Well, Jack, as RJ confirmed moments ago, Brandi went into labour earlier this afternoon and is currently being taken care of at a local medical facility. As of this moment we aren't aware of any complications with the labour, just that it could take some time.

JR: And JJ?

DM: JJ Johnson was informed by both the hospital and 6WF officials who have been monitoring JJ and Brandi following the recent incidents on Lockdown. JJ was taken to the hospital to be by Brandi's side and thats where he comtinues to be. We will afford JJ all the time he needs to support his partner.

JR: What time is he due back to the arena? He is coming back isn't he?

McGraw looks uncomfortable and tense at the questioning. Looking down at the floor before addressing Reynolds...

DM: We are keeping in constant contact with JJ. He has the full support of this company and we will do whatever it takes to be there for him during the birth of his child. When JJ is ready to come back to the arena, we will make sure he gets here. And when we know, you will know.

JR: By 'incidents' you're of course referring to the actions of Cassius Zhi?

DM: Yes. Given how far Brandi was along in her term and the constant stress they have been under we felt it our obligation to offer as much assistance as possible to the couple rather than allow any undue stress to compromise the situation. We've been assured by the hospital that Brandi's labour is completely natural and that both mother and baby are doing well. But i'm afraid that's all i have time for right now...

McGraw gives a concerned smile as he walks off leaving Reynolds in limbo.

RJ: Welcome back everyone to Wembley Stadium! Two fantastic matches already taken place and now we see the battle for the European Championship.

MW: Kenji Hidari has greatly impressed since he won the title at Destiny. But tonight he faces his biggest test. Can he stop the 7 foot tall monster The Fanatic?

RJ: This promises to be a real hard hitting battle!

The lights go out in Wembley Stadium and the eerie music of Halloween Theme vibrates around the crowd. Suddenly a red light shines brightly in the night sky and The Fanatic appears at the very end of the aisle. The light turns on and off as The Fanatic slowly makes his way down to the ring. He climbs up onto the apron and stares out at the thousands of fans, before tilting his head back and spraying red blood like liquid into the crowd.

RJ: The Fanatic, without his tag team partner, who fought Chaos in that blinding match earlier. He looks unhinged which is bad news for Kenji.

MW: He called it his rebirth earlier in the week. Hidari may well be the first in a long line of victims.

RJ: My God……The Dark Destroyer has certainly chilled this capacity crowd.

RJ is interrupted by some traditional Japanese instrumental music. Four Japanese geisha's walk out with fans and dance to the music. They are followed by two young Japanese boys that carry the Japanese flag each. They wave them as they walk down the aisle behind the dancing geisha's.

RJ: I am not quite sure what to make of this.....

MW: C'mon, it is heritage! You need to get out more.

The dancing geisha's stop and they pair off at either side of the aisle. They take some rose petals out of their pocket and cover the centre of the aisle with them. The boys split up as well, making a trio of people on the left and right of the gangway. They swirl the flags around enthusiastically as The Fanatic looks on. Then everyone stops moving, and slowly bows their heads.

Suddenly “The Essence” blasts out around the stadium and Kenji Hidari appears at the top of the aisle. He stares down towards the ring, before lifting the European Championship high into the air. He starts to sprint down the aisle, passing his entourage as he goes, and slides under the bottom rope. The referee is holding The Fanatic back as Hidari climbs a turnbuckle and lifts his title above his head.

RJ: Kenji Hidari, 6WF European champion everybody. He has it all to do tonight. The odds are still 1 on 1, but you have to make The Fanatic favourite.

MW: No I disagree. Kenji is the champion for a reason. This is a test he can overcome.

The bell rings and The Fanatic lunges at Hidari quickly. Kenji sidesteps out of the way and starts pounding on the back of his opponent. The blows don’t have any affect and The Fanatic turns round and screams in Kenji’s face. Hidari quickly turns round and exits the ring. The Fanatic tries to follow him but is pushed back by the referee.

RJ: The European champion trying to regroup here. He may need another tactic.

Hidari slowly walks around the ring with his hands on his hips as the referee starts to count. Kenji gradually gets on the apron but then falls to the outside quickly when The Fanatic comes towards him. The crowd start to get on Hidari’s back and he flings his arms in the air and shouts at them.

RJ: Not much action so far, but already Kenji seems annoyed.

Hidari tries to get into the ring again, and motions to the referee to get The Fanatic to go backwards. He slowly enters the ring again and The Fanatic storms forward. Kenji evades his grasp, rebounds off the ropes and delivers a dropkick to The Fanatics knee. The big man goes down, and Kenji quickly follows that up with a tornado kick to the side of Fanatics head.

MW: Get him Kenji! Pound him!

Hidari stomps on The Fanatics right arm continuously. He then pins it to the mat and drops his knee onto the elbow. Kenji does it three more times before running the ropes and hitting the arm again with a legdrop. He suddenly grabs it once more and locks in the armbar.

RJ: Cross Arm-Breaker! Kenji going for the quick win!

The Fanatic bellows and shakes his head from side to side. Hidari arches his back to increase the pain of the hold. The referee continuously asks if The Fanatic wants to submit. He rolls from side to side and manages to get on his feet while Hidari still has hold of his arm.

RJ: Oh my God! That is unbelievable!

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

The Fanatic lifts Kenji up with his free hand even though Kenji still has the hold locked in. The Fanatic takes two steps to the side and then hurls Hidari over the top rope to the floor. He lands hard on the outside mats and stays motionless.

RJ: The strength of this monster is immense! He just flung a 240 pound guy over the ropes with one hand!

Replays show the move again while The Fanatic is also shown going to the outside while still nursing his arm. He picks Kenji up by the throat and slams his head into the steel barrier. The Fanatic beats his chest before casually picking Kenji up again. He holds him in a spinebuster position before running towards the steel post and smashing Hidari’s back against it. Kenji falls to the floor in a heap.

RJ: An awesome display of power so far from The Dark Destroyer.

The Fanatic walks towards Kenji slowly before picking him up and rolling him into the ring. He lifts himself up to the ring apron, but Hidari gets to his feet and shoulder thrusts The Fanatic in the stomach between the ropes. The Dark Destroyer falls to the floor. Hidari runs across the ring, rebounds off the ropes before suicide diving over the top rope and crashing into The Fanatic on the outside.

MW: High risk move that could pay off!

Kenji is first to his feet and quickly jumps on the announcer table. He then falls on top of The Fanatic with a knee drop. He then repeats the move, drilling his knee into his opponent’s forehead. He then rolls back into the ring and gets the referee to start the count. The referee gets to 8 before The Fanatic gets to his feet and rolls into the ring as well. Hidari runs towards him and whips him to the ropes. The Fanatic reverses and Kenji rebounds once, avoiding a clothesline attempt before running straight into The Fanatics hand. He wraps it around Hidari’s throat, lifts him up and smashes him to the mat with a chokeslam. He goes for the pin.

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MW: Kickout!

The Fanatic grabs Kenji’s arm and parades him around the ring to the cheers of the crowd. He walks up towards the corner, before climbing the turnbuckle. He then carefully walks the ropes before smashing a fist down upon Kenji’s shoulder. Hidari goes down on one knee in pain. The Fanatic runs the ropes and crashes his boot into the face of his opponent. He hooks the leg.

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RJ: Another kickout! Hidari clinging to the title by his fingernails at this stage!

The Fanatic gets up and grabs Kenji’s head with both hands. He smashes him in the head with continuous headbutts before hoisting him up into the air. He drops Hidari down heavily with a side slam before getting up and rebounding off the ropes. The Fanatic jumps into the air for a diving headbutt but Kenji manages to roll out of the way. Hidari smashes The Fanatic in the face with forearms before trying to lift his opponent onto his shoulders.

RJ: Forget about it!

Hidari can’t lift The Fanatic up, who slams him across the back with his fist. He puts Kenji’s head between his legs before quickly lifting him up and slamming him down with a powerbomb. He goes for another pin.

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MW: No! Match still on!

Kenji just gets his shoulder up. The Fanatic is angry and screams in rage. He walks over to the turnbuckle before climbing it. He looks down from the top at Hidari, who is still lying on the mat.

RJ: 350 pounds is soon to be hurtling down on top of Kenji Hidari. Here he goes..........NOOOOOOOOOO!

As The Fanatic flies off the turnbuckle, Kenji rolls out of the way again. The Fanatic lands in a heap on the canvas, as the ring shakes with the impact. Kenji uses the ropes to get to his feet before staggering around the ring. He finally rests up against the turnbuckle breathing heavily. He looks down at The Fanatic angrily before running over and kicking him in the head. He is so aggressive that the referee struggles to pull him off the assault.

MW: Hidari has snapped!

Hidari grabs The Fanatic, walks behind him and wraps his arms around The Fanatic’s waist. He screams with adrenaline as he manages to lift the monster up and slam his back into the mat with a German suplex. He then gets up quickly, lifts his opponent up again and repeats the move. He smashes The Fanatic with a standing legdrop before going for the pin.

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RJ: No….not enough……not nearly enough!

Kenji gets to his feet and grabs The Fanatic by the head. He whips him into the corner before running into it and nailing his opponent with a running knee strike. The Fanatic staggers out of the corner just as Kenji rebounds off the ropes again and slams him down with a bulldog. He quickly crawls over and goes for another pin.

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RJ: No!

Kenji is incensed and screams at the referee that it was a slow count. The champion shakes his head in disbelief before lifting The Fanatic up once more. He whips his opponent to the corner again, before dropping his kneepad down off his right leg and slapping his hand against it. Hidari shouts out as he sprints across the ring ready to drive his knee into Fanatics head again. This time though, The Fanatic catches him and hoists Kenji on top of his shoulders.

RJ: TOTAL ELIMINATION!!

The Fanatic goes for his finisher but Hidari grabs at the ropes in the corner with each hand, and holds on for dear life. The Fanatic can’t force Kenji to let go for his running powerbomb. Hidari smacks the side of his opponents head with his knees, before dropping down one side and holding onto The Fanatics arm. He flips him over onto his back, while still grabbing onto his opponents limb.

RJ: Cross Arm-breaker attempt again! And locked in!

The Fanatic yells out in pain as Kenji pulls hard on his opponents arm. The Fanatic struggles to get free, and every time he tries to roll over, Kenji kicks him in the head and pulls harder. The referee keeps asking The Fanatic if he would like to submit. Hidari arches his back more and wraps his legs around his opponent’s neck, cutting his air supply.

MW: This submission move locked in for a good minute now! The Fanatic has nowhere to go!

The Fanatic slowly shuffles himself across the mat, literally dragging Kenji along with him. He inches towards the ropes, while Hidari desperately tries to put the brakes on. The Fanatic manages to grab the bottom rope to cheers from the capacity crowd. The referee tells Hidari to break the move, but he holds on for as long as possible before releasing.

RJ: What a Born in Fire we are having ladies and gentlemen! This match is only the third chapter in the epic we have for you tonight.

MW: This is energy sapping stuff RJ. I am tired out myself. The champ needs to keep the advantage.

Kenji gets to his feet and trash talks to the crowd who boo back at him. He lifts The Fanatic up and whips him to the ropes before hitting a big dropkick to the face. The Fanatic falls back against the ropes and rebounds. Hidari kicks him in the gut before dropping his head to the mat with an aggressive DDT. Kenji signals to the crowd that it is all over before running over to the corner, vaulting onto the turnbuckle and launching himself backward with an epic moonsault.

RJ: I hope you took a picture of that move folks! Kenji with the pin……

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MW: No! Again! Jesus!

The Fanatic gets his shoulder up once more. Hidari can’t believe it and slaps the mat with his fists in frustration.

RJ: You have to wonder whether the only move that will put The Fanatic away is the Genshin. But Hidari just doesn’t have the strength to lift the guy onto his shoulders!

Kenji berates the referee and makes sure he knows that he wants a quick count next time. He goes over to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle. He waits for The Fanatic to slowly get to his feet. The Fanatic turns towards Hidari, before he launches himself off the turnbuckle.

MW: Looking for the big move again. Noooooooooo!

RJ: CHOKE BOMB!!!!

Hidari jumps off the turnbuckle at The Fanatic but lands into his opponent's hands. The Fanatic holds Kenji up by his throat for a few moments before dropping him down with force. The Fanatic goes for the pin.

RJ: New Champion! New Champion! New Champion!.....

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RJ: Noooooooooooooooooooo!

MW: He grabbed the ropes! What awareness displayed there by the European Champion!

We go to replays while the two men recover in the ring. Hidari jumps off the turnbuckle, before being caught and viciously dropped with The Fanatic’s finisher. The pin is attempted but Kenji manages to just reach out and grab the ropes with one hand.

RJ: What the hell will happen now?!

The Fanatic slowly gets to his feet and drags Hidari, who is still out, by the arm to the centre of the ring. He then walks over to the corner, before exiting onto the apron and then climbing the turnbuckle at a snail’s pace.

MW: He is going up top again!

RJ: Oh no……we don’t want to see this. There is no way Kenji will kick out of the splash.

The Fanatic slowly climbs the turnbuckle while holding his head. He finally reaches the top before Kenji suddenly recovers.

MW: He was playing possum!

Hidari punches The Fanatic in the stomach before draping his opponent over his shoulders from his high position. He staggers around the ring slightly due to the weight, before standing still in the centre.

RJ: GENSHIN!!!!!!

Kenji manages to deliver the fireman carry gutbuster and the force of The Fanatics landing shakes the ring. Hidari quickly scrambles over and hooks The Fanatics leg.

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Crowd: Noooooooooooooooooo!

MW: I can’t take much more of this! He kicked out!

Kenji stares out open mouthed with his hands on his head. He can’t believe that his opponent kicked out of his finisher. Replays show Hidari struggling with the weight of The Fanatic before hitting a picture perfect Genshin. The 3 count seems academic but The Fanatic is able to lift is shoulder up just in time.

RJ: What does the European Champion have to do to win this match?!

MW: Credit to Hidari. He has gone after The Fanatic. But I really don’t think he can pin him!

Hidari gets to his feet and looks down at The Fanatic who is still recovering from the move. He turns to face the crowd who are booing him. He mutters under his breath and slides out of the ring. He walks over to the time keeper and grabs the European belt.

RJ: What is he doing?!

He enters the ring again while staring down at the belt and then at The Fanatic. The referee stands beside him, while trying to take the belt off him. Hidari shrugs him off, before returning his gaze to The Fanatic.

RJ: OH NO!!!!!!

As The Fanatic slowly gets to his feet, Hidari suddenly smashes him in the face with the European belt. The referee calls for the bell and the announcer address the crowd.

Announcer: Ladies and gentleman, the winner of this bout by disqualification. The Fanatic!!!!!!!!!!

Hidari ignores him and the crowd who continue to boo. He gradually lifts the title in the air while looking down at the prone Fanatic.

MW: He lost the match but kept the title!

RJ: This isn’t over. When The Fanatic wakes up, he is going to want another shot at Kenji Hidari. The guy has just brought himself some more time.

Hidari exits the ring and backs up the aisle, still holding the belt in the air. The crowd boo loudly as The Fanatic begins to stir and Kenji exits the stadium.

The camera switches to the announce table…

RJ: Ladies and Gentleman, we hope you’re enjoying tonights proceedings. After the break, we’ll see the return to action of one of the biggest fan favourites in recent times…

MW: That’s right, ‘Arj. We’re finally going to see the return of Uryu Ishida, just weeks after he was betrayed by his former best friend….

The video rolls, showing the end of the Patricks v Uryu match from War….

RJ: Thank god, Uryu was in serious trouble, but finally Clarissa has returned....

MW: Uryu isn't to happy though....

Uryu looks up at Clarissa in confusion, she helps him to his feet but he pushes her off. He rubs his head in frustration before looking at her....

Uryu: What the hell, Clarissa? Where the hell have you been?

Clarissa looks away from Uryu who grabs her arm, pulling her back and looking her in the eye....

Uryu: WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!!

MW: He needs to calm down here, 'Arj!

*Crowd Pop*

RJ: No freaking way!

MW: ADAMSON!!

'Lonely Boy' by The Black Key hits and the crowd erupt as Max Adamson comes sprinting down the ring, passed a shocked Chris Patricks, he slides in the ring and tries to calm Uryu down...

RJ: We haven't seen Adamson since his former partner put him on the shelf!

MW: Thank god he's here though, he can calm Uryu...

RJ: WHAT THE HELL!!!!

MW: CYCLONE!!!!

The crowd look on in disbelief. Adamson tries to calm Uryu down before hoisting him up and levelling him with the F5. He stares down at his former Project X cohort.....

RJ: What the hell is this....oh no, not Clarissa....

Adamson stares intensley at Uryu before looking over at Clarissa, she stares at him as Adamson moves towards her.....

MW: No don't do it........What!!?!?!

RJ: NO WAY! HE WAS YOUR FRIEND MAX!!

Max embraces Clarissa in the ring as Uryu is laid out on the mat, he looks her deep in theeye before the two share a passionate embrace in the ring. The crowd erupt into boo's as Max and Clarissa leave the ring with Patricks staring down from the ramp.

RJ: A shocking turn of events, and the return of Max Adamson sent Uryu into the wilderness, when he did surface, he was a shell of his former self. Tied up in the enormity of what happened…

MW: Adamson’s attempts to coerce Uryu out of hiding took a sinister turn this week, as Max looked to really put the boot in to Uryu…

The American TV show "To catch a predator" opening montage begins, and a picture of Uryu Ishida is shown, Uryu looks a little creepy and the crowd boo as it's apparent that the video has been edited together from old TV shows and pictures and videos of Uryu.

"It amazes me that however many times we air this show, there's still plenty of flies willing to get caught in our web..."

A secret video of Uryu Ishida entering his house is shown.

"Take this young man... He has absolutely no idea what he's walking in to..."

Uryu: Hello? Anybody home?

(Uryu chucks his keys down and groans as he stands in his kitchen. Chris Hanson walks into the room, and it's revealed "Uryu" is Max Adamson dressed as Uryu. "Uryu" looks shocked)

Chris Hanson: Uryu, take a seat. Come on, have a seat. Right there.

"Uryu": I know who you are, who are you?!

Chris Hanson: I'm Chris Hanson. What are you doing here?

"Uryu": I live here?

Chris Hanson: You live here, huh? What have we got here?

(Chris Hanson goes through "Uryu"'s bag)

Chris Hanson: A magazine with pretty ladies huh? What are you gonna do with this?

"Uryu": I dunno...

Chris Hanson: You don't know? Let me guess, it's not yours?

"Uryu": I...

Chris Hanson: What's this? A transcript of a recent internet chatroom... Tell me Uryu, are you familiar with a screenname "cockmuncher69"?

"Uryu": I...

Chris Hanson: "cockmuncher69: Hey, what's up? Do you want to hang out sometime?" "hotgirl15: sure". You do realise this girl's only 15 right?

"Uryu": That's not mine!

Chris Hanson: Mmm hmm...

(RJ from the announce table: This is disgusting...)

Chris Hanson: Are you familiar with a female known as Clarissa?

"Uryu": Familiar? I'm in love with her!

Chris Hanson: Mmm hmm... Tell me Uryu, is it true you followed Clarissa into a car park, scared her half to death, and imposed yourself on her sexually?

"Uryu": No, I mean, no...

Chris Hanson: Mmm hmm... So you didn't follow Clarissa into a car park...

"Uryu": I, er...

Chris Hanson: And you didn't scare her half to death by trashing her boyfriend's very expensive car?

"Uryu": I did do those things...

Chris Hanson: But you didn't impose yourself on her sexually?

"Uryu": NO! I didn't!

Chris Hanson: Tell me Uryu, how comes scum like you continue to roam the streets?

("Uryu" bursts into tears)

Chris Hanson: Mmm hmm. Let me tell you something Uryu. You are every parent's worst nightmare. You are the reason people like me remain employed. You technically paid for my mortgage, you and all your pervert friends...

"Uryu": It's not like that...

Chris Hanson: Mmm hmm. Now, we have these harassment charges on you Uryu, you're free to leave at any time unless you have anything more to say?

"Uryu": I didn't do it...

("Uryu" gets up and cries as he leaves, a camera is showing several policemen outside the door and as "Uryu" leaves, he is jumped by the police.)

Police: GET DOWN! DO NOT RESIST! DO NOT RESIST! HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK! DO NOT RESIST!

RJ: A shocking accusation which Max felt no remorse for, here’s what he had to say ahead of this match, that is sure to be a deeply personal affair…

The video cuts to Max being interviewed backstage….

Max: At Born In Fire, Max Adamson puts his undefeated streak on the line, but the fact of the matter is this, the streak means nothing. My mindset isn't on "lengthening the streak", my mindset is on putting down this sick animal. My mindset is on hurting Uryu Ishida. He's done well to convince everyone that he is the victim, and he's after revenge. He's right to come after me for revenge, because this knight in shining armour scuppered his plans to mistreat and hurt Clarissa. Uryu Ishida is a sick, twisted, evil sexual predator, he gets off to manipulation and causing mental torture to innocent and vulnerable women, and quite frankly, the world will be a safer place once Max Adamson is done with him. At Born In Fire, the streak is an afterthought. Max Adamson will hurt you, I am going to hurt you Uryu, I am going to cause you pain, not as much pain as you put Clarissa through as that pain is immeasurable, but I will be seeking redemption. Redemption for Clarissa, redemption for women everywhere. Redemption for anyone who has come into contact with Uryu Ishida, today we spell redemption, M-A-X.

Abe Abercorn is backstage, sat in his office on his sofa looking round at posters from previous Born In Fires, his phone begins to ring and he stares at it for a moment before placing the call on speakerphone...

AA: Good evening, Charles...

Charles: Good evening, Abe. I trust all is well?

AA: As good as you would expect, Charles. I take it the board are fully aware of the situation regarding JJ Johnson?

Charles: Yes, Abe. We've left our instructions with Danny. He's aware of the situation and how we expect it to be resolved. We felt it was better to not put you under any further pressure.

AA: Thanks, I guess...

Charles: Listen, Abe. This little stipulation you've got on your match isn't sitting too well with the board. We feel it's too soon to be revealing our hand. We don't want to jeapordise the company so soon after what we're hoping will be the most successful Born In Fire in history?

Abe gets up and begins walking round his office....

AA: I appreciate that, Charles. But you're going to have to trust me on this. I'm more than confident in taking on Marshall, lets just hope that the stipulation doesn't come into effect.

Charles: But what if it does, Abe? There's nothing there to say McGraw can't cheat you out. He knows you have something, he won't stop until he gets what he wants, and this JJ issue is only going to worsen his mood.

AA: If I lose, regardless of how, i will honour my agreement. Bottom line, Charles is that we can't keep tip toeing around this problem. We face it head on. We hold all the cards, whats the worst he can do? Walk away? Who would follow him? Marshall? Logan? They are all selfish underneath. They will stay as long as their is a pay packet on the table. McGraw doesn't have friends, just a selction of people he's surrounded himself with by giving them what they want. When we take that away from him, he'll have nothing, and he'll come crawling back, cap in hand.

Charles: I like your confidence, Abe, but nothing is ever that simple.

AA: It will be. Just be prepared for Lockdown, whatever the outcome.

Charles: Don't worry, we will be. Just one more thing, Abe. Keep an eye on this JJ issue. Don't let McGraw lose track of whats important tonight.

AA: No problem, Charles, i'll speak to you soon.

Charles: Good luck, Abe. We'll speak soon.

Abe hangs up the phone and removes his suit jacket from the sofa before heading out of his office.

RJ: This one is another real grudge match, and this goes way beyond some professional differences or disagreements. This is real life.

MW: It sure is folks, it doesn’t get much worse than seeing someone you regarded as your best friend come in and steal your girlfriend from you whilst you are going through one of the toughest times of your career.

RJ: Sounds like you have some experience of that yourself Michael...but moving on, it really does not get worse. But that is what happened to Uryu Ishida, who was the boyfriend of Clarissa until Max Adamson swooped in.

MW: Uryu was in mental turmoil. Cassius Zhi destroyed him in a brutal match and Uryu saw Clarissa shock-waved off the stage, Uryu started losing it somewhat and it seems that is what drove Clarissa into the arms of Max Adamson.

RJ: And that seemed to drive Uryu away from 6WF. We didn’t see him at all on any edition of Lockdown before Born In Fire, until the go home show last week where he challenged Max Adamson to this match.

MW: Which Max was more than willing to accept, he feels that this is a fight for the honour of Clarissa.

“Those who fight further” roars out through the speakers and the crowd cheer as Uryu Ishida strides out onto the stage.....

RJ: WHOA!

MW: Is that Uryu?

Uryu walks out onto the stage, his usual attire replace with jet black hair, a long leather trenchcoat and black shorts. He is looking intense as he storms down the rampway, he walks past fans offering their hands and slides into the ring. He starts warming up as he waits impatiently.

RJ: Its him alright, he's changed alot and you can certainly tell that Uryu is fired up this evening, but he can’t let all of this raw emotion get on top of him. He needs to keep a calm head in this situation.

MW: Not exactly going to be easy though RJ is it? I imagine that all Uryu wants to do is rip Adamson’s head off.

RJ: We might get taken off air if that happens!

“Lonely boy” hits and the crowd descend into loud boos as Max Adamson strolls out onto the stage, he is walking hand in hand with Clarissa. They walk down the ramp together, right in the eye line of Uryu who stares wide-eyed at them. Adamson stops at the bottom of the ramp, he turns towards Clarissa and kisses her passionately, again right in the eye line of Uryu. Eventually Adamson steps into the ring.

MW: Mind games from Adamson before this match even starts, he’s trying to get Uryu even more riled up, although I’m not sure that is too sensible.

RJ: We’ve seen mind games in the week building up to Born In Fire from Adamson who made some quite disgusting allegations against Uryu which I believe absolutely untrue.

MW: Yes but if it’s get in his head, then they’ve served their purpose haven’t they?

Ding, Ding, Ding!

The bell rings to start the match off, the two men circle the ring until Uryu goes in for the lock up. He quickly has Adamson into a side headlock, Max whips Uryu against the ropes but on the rebound Uryu leaps up and takes Max down with a Lou Thesz Press. Uryu immediately starts pummelling away at the head of Adamson.

RJ: And immediately Uryu is away, taking out all that anger and frustration on Adamson that has been built up because of Clarissa.

MW: I didn’t have her down to be that sort of girl RJ, although come to think about it she had gone through half the locker-room before she got to Uryu.

Uryu continues to flail away with huge punches to the head until the referee steps in and drags Uryu away. Uryu shoves the ref aside and runs back in hitting a big kick to the stomach of Adamson. Uryu starts stomping down on him as Max rolls out of the ring. Uryu stands staring him down in the ring as Adamson dusts himself down.

The Australian slowly steps back into the ring but Uryu is immediately back on the offence, running in and knocking Adamson into the ropes with a dropkick. Uryu whips Max into the ropes before bouncing off the opposite ropes and taking him down with a running forearm smash.

RJ: Uryu doesn’t seem to care about making a pinfall attempt, he just wants to beat the crap out of Max Adamson.

MW: Well he needs to cover him, winning will give him a hell of a lot more satisfaction than beating Adamson down for the majority of the match only to lose.

Adamson rolls to the corner and Uryu sprints in, nailing a shining wizard driving his knee hard into the jaw of Adamson. Uryu then stands upon the 2nd rope and once more reins punches in on the head of Max as the crowd count along with each punch. They boo as once more the referee steps in, Adamson staggers forward out of the corner straight into a standing shining wizard. Uryu nows does make the cover.

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

Adamson drives the shoulder up off the canvas, Uryu leaps to his feet and immediately drops a couple of hard knees down into the face. Uryu goes to the corner where he quickly removes the cover of the turnbuckle. Adamson is up and runs towards Uryu in the corner but he reads it and counters with a reverse STO straight into the exposed steel. Clarissa looks on nervously as Adamson turns around and Uryu snapmares him to the canvas.

Uryu stares at Clarissa before bouncing off the ropes and hitting a running punt kick to the face. Uryu again runs the ropes, this time landing a back senton on Max before hooking the leg.

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

RJ: Uryu is absolutely on fire so far, Adamson hasn’t even had a look in.

Uryu stands waiting for Max to rise, he then feeds the boot which Adamson takes only to be hit with an enzaguri kick. Max staggers around and Uryu monkey flips Adamson. Again he stirs to his feet and runs at Uryu, who attempts a clothesline which Max ducks under and the crowd descend into boos as he chopblocks Uryu down to the mat.

Adamson takes some time to recoup some energy before going on the offensive, he drags Uryu towards the ropes where Clarissa is stood. He rests Uryu’s head on the 2nd rope so he is looking right at Clarissa. Adamson then steps onto the apron and hits a vicious running knee to the side of the head.

Uryu falls back from the ropes and Max stands waiting on the outside for Uryu to rise before springboarding in and nailing a clothesline on Uryu. Uryu rolls up to his feet and Adamson bounces off the ropes and hits another clothesline but with a lot more impact this time, flipping Uryu over. Max makes the cover.

MW: Exactly what Adamson needed to get himself back into this match, the chopblock just gave him a chance to recover a little and now start some offence of his own.

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

Uryu forces the shoulder up, Adamson hauls Uryu up to his feet and then nails a couple of crippling body shots that keel Uryu over. Adamson quickly bounces off the ropes and nails a swingining neckbreaker on his former best friend who falls to the mat.

Max doesn’t cover, he instead puts Uryu onto his shoulders and walks towards the corner with the exposed steel. He drops Uryu down with a snake eyes straight onto the steel. He then grabs him and flings Uryu to the mat with a big German suplex. Uryu staggers up and Adamson connects with a sharp powerslam. Cover.

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

RJ: Adamson really starting to assert himself in this match, Uryu struggling to cope with the power that Adamson has.

MW: Uryu went too fast at the start.

RJ: Euphemism?

MW: Shut up RJ, this is a family show!

Max places Uryu into an armbar hold, he then starts stomping away on the shoulder of Ishida until finally bringing him to his feet. Adamson has Uryu on his feet for mere moments before sending him back down to the canvas with an arm drag. Uryu stumbles up to his feet and Max back body drops Uryu into the canvas.

Uryu stumbles up to his feet, Max hits a boot to the stomach before running the ropes and connecting with his trademark famaxxer! Cover.

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

Clarissa is cheering on her man loudly as Adamson lifts up Uryu, he blows a kiss to Clarissa before monkey flipping Uryu into the corner. Adamson then runs in and hits a huge stinger splash on Uryu. He puts Uryu on the top rope...

MW: Adamson thinking high risk here.

Max then climbs up to the top rope himself and starts firing in punches on Uryu. He then places him into position for a superplex but Uryu starts fighting back with some elbows to the head and finally gains the advantage with a risky knee up into the stomach. Uryu steadies himself on the top rope before launching off nailing rotating DDT! Cover.

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

RJ: Tremendous counter there from Uryu, but how much has Adamson’s offence taken out of him?

Uryu gets to his feet and starts stomping away on the back of Adamson, he then stands over him for a moment with his foot on the back staring at Clarissa before placing Adamson into a very painful looking Mexican surfboard submission hold. Uyru pulls back hard on the arms of Adamson which in turn increases the force of the submission on the back.

MW: What athleticism this is from Uryu.

Uryu continues to wrench back on the submission hold and Adamson looks in great pain as the referee checks on him. The crowd are cheering for Uryu but Adamson is still fighting and somehow manages to flip his way out of the hold. Uryu is up quickly as Adamson clutches at his back, Uryu drops a knee into the back and then takes Adamson to the corner where he boots away at the back of Max until once more the referee has to intervene.

Uryu stands waiting for Max to rise before leaping up and nailing a back-cracker ala Carlito on his opponent. Uryu then hits another running kick to the back for good measure before making the pinfall attempt on Max.

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

Uryu is up onto his feet quickly and once again starts stomping away on the back of Max. He then sits down on top of Max knees first...

RJ: Brick a break!

MW: Uryu driving a succession of short, sharp, painful knees into the back.

Uryu eventually rolls away and again stares to Clarissa who once more has a look of concern on her face. Uryu then goes to the top rope but Max is up quicker than expected and sprints to the corner. He leaps to the top rope and hits Uryu with a headbutt....

RJ: SUPERPLEX!

MW: It works 2nd time around!

Adamson slowly rolls over into the pinfall.

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

Uryu forces the shoulder up off the canvas, the crowd cheer him loudly. Max slowly gets to his feet and waits for Uryu to rise, he then grabs him by the back and flings him to the canvas with a German suplex. Adamson keeps the grip applied, lifting Uryu up and hitting a 2nd German suplex, then finally a 3rd German suplex! He bridges over on the 3rd German suplex.

MW: That is tremendous stuff from Max Adamson!

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

Uryu again kicks out, Adamson lifts up Uryu and whips him into the ropes nailing a back body drop. Max then goes to the top rope, Uryu stumbles up and walks straight into a high-angled crossbody from Max.

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

RJ: Another close call!

Max gets to his feet, he stands waiting over Uryu menacingly. Uryu gets to his feet, Max boots him in the gut...

MW: CYCLONE!

RJ: DDT! DDT! COUNTER FROM URYU!

Uryu counters with a rotating DDT and leaps to his feet to loud cheers from the crowd. He is about to go to the top rope when Clarissa jumps onto the apron. Uryu’s eyes widen with anger as Clarissa shouts at him, Uryu walks towards her slowly and methodically.

He stands staring as Clarissa continues to shout abuse at him from on the ring apron. The ref attempts to get involved but Uryu shakes his head, continuing to listen with a snarl on his face. Clarissa then goes to slap Uryu, he grabs the hand and forces it down...

RJ: ADAMSON!

Adamson comes running at Uryu going for a gore but he leapfrogs over the top. Adamson just stops himself from nailing his girlfriend with the move before apologising profusely as she gets off the apron. Adamson turns around...roundhouse kick from Uryu! He goes up top...

MW: SPLIT SECOND!

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

The crowd erupt into cheers as Uryu is declared the winner by Mike Bird. Uryu leaps to his feet with a grin on his face, staring down at Adamson and then towards Clarissa who tries to avoid eye contact as she beats the apron in frustration.

MW: What a win for Uryu here over Max Adamson, that should help him banish some of the mental demons inside his mind.

RJ: Revenge is sweet for Uryu tonight.

Uryu climbs the ropes to salute the fans as Adamson clutches at his abdomen in the middle of the ring.

MW: They say revenge is a dish best served cold but to me, I think revenge is a dish best served in front of 80,000 people. It will not get any better than this Uryu, take in this moment.

*A video package begins to play*

Voiceover:For Cobra, this was a chance at a fresh start. Three years since he last entered a 6WF ring, he had been on one heck of a journey….learning his trade so that he could return and dominate all forms of competition.

JT:SNAKEBITE!

PS:Talk about making a statement….

The crowd are on their feet showing their support as Cobra flattens Dubois with the spinning impailer. The Mexican superstar smiles at his foe as he rolls him over and makes the cover…

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JT:it’s……wait, what are you doing….

The referee’s hand is coming down for the three when Cobra suddenly stands up with a smile upon his face. The crowd look a little bewildered as Cobra stretches his neck and then he drags Dubois back up…

PS:I don’t think Cobra is happy with the disrespect he was shown before this match started…..and we all know he is back in 6Wf to make a statement….

JT:Statement made!

Dubois offers no resistance as Cobra lifts him up onto his shoulders and spins him around before drilling him with a death valley driver in the centre of the ring. Cobra makes sure Dubois is out of it before making his way over to the ropes and he climbs up. He looks out at the crowd and nods his head as the flashbulbs go off…

PS:Now time for the icing on the cake….NO KNOWN CURE!

JT:Checkout the hang time….

The crowd stand in unison, applauding in amazement, as the giant form of Cobra before the double rotation moonsault from the top rope and lands right across the chest of the prone Jerome Dubois. Cobra has a confident smile on his face as he hooks both legs…….

1.
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…….3!

JT:Ring the bell…………….fabulous performance!

The referee’s hand slaps the canvass for the third time and the cheers are big to accompany the official announcement. Cobra kneels over Dubois with a satisfied look on his face and “King of the Stereo” screams out of the soundsystem.

PS:Ladies and gentlemen, Cobra is back in 6WF….

VO:For Cobra, this was about being viewed as the best in the world and he wasn’t hanging around. Soon after his return to 6WF, championship glory would be his once again.

PS:VIPER STRIKE!

JT:I don’t believe it….

Phillips is about to make the cover when Cobra drills him with the sickening buzzsaw kick whilst JP is in a kneeling position. Phillips rolls away and Cobra drops down…

JT:Not how I expected this to end…

1.
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PS:This is a travesty….

Ding ding ding

Mike Bird:Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner…………………and NEW AWF Champion………….Coooooooooobbbbbbbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

JT:Seems a popular decision in the arena………but I think Jimmy Phillips has every right to feel aggrieved by this….

PS:Phillips?....who cares about Phillips, Dubois has been screwed….

JT:I don’t know how on earth you work that out….

The crowd in the arena are going wild as “King of the Stereo” roars out and the referee presents the championship into the possession of Cobra. The Mexican superstar nods his head with a smile upon his face and then raises it above his head…

JT:Cobra said Ascension was a new stomping ground……..that he was coming here to prove just how good he has become, and you cannot argue with results…

VO:But with fame and fortune, comes envious eyes from every avenue….it wasn’t long until Cobra has incurred the wrath of his management…

Jessica:Like hello Scorpy, welcome to the show…..I do not want Cobra as my champion any longer…I am like on the cusp of b1tch fitting out of control….

Dubois:Then consider it done….we will do whatever you need doing….won’t we?

*He turns to Scorpion, who eyes Dubois with dislike before nodding his head

Scorpion:Anything you want…

*Jessica shrieks with glee and claps her hands together

Jessica:I like totally knew I could count on you two…and believe me, you help me, and I will so help you…

*She bites her lip seductively and bends over so that the her cleavage is on show

Jessica:So let’s talk business…because I have so much to talk to you about….wait just a moment….

*The phone begins to ring and Miss Jessica picks it up

Jessica:Hello….yes,speaking……what can I do for you?.....oh really?......well yes, I could be very interested indeed……please talk to the man at the front desk and have him escort you to me….ok, thankyou….

*Jessica hangs the phone up and his eyes are glinting with malice

Jessica:We could have a very big opening here……listen to this…

VO:The wolves were beginning to circle the champion…..but his attacker would come from an unlikely source…

The noise from the arena continues to grow as medics come out from the back to check on both men. Back in the ring, Cobra has just about revived the referee and turns around to cover Dubois as a figure jumps the barricade and rolls into the ring…

JT:WHAT THE HELL!

CRACK!.......Chris Patricks picks up the steel chair and drills Cobra in the stomach with it, before dropping the weapon on the floor and nails the “Enigma Bomb” across the steel. The crowd are booing furiously as Scorpion comes stumbling across the ring and drops ontop of Cobra…

PS:What is Patricks’ motive…..I don’t get this…

JT:Your not the only damn one…

The boos are violent from the crowd as the referee slowly comes around and begins to count………………….1……………………………………………..2…………………………………3!

JT:I don’t believe this…

“Wake up” echoes out of the speakers and the crowd boo furiously as Scorpion, Dubois and Cerberus are declared the winners. Chris Patricks just stands tall in the ring with a grin on his face, looking down at the broken body of Cobra…

PS:I don’t get why Patricks would do this….why he would turn up and take out the AWF Champion…

JT:You heard this guy earlier, he said he was tired of being overlooked….what better way to make Danny McGraw to take notice than to turn up on Ascension and take out the prized champion…I sure as hell don’t agree with it, but I can see this lunatics logic…

PS:You can bet there is going to be some damn repercussions after this….

JT:Your damn right, I mean this has Miss Jessica written all over it…

PS:What?

JT:Don’t play dumb….Patricks turns up here and wants to make an impact, Jessica wants someone to take care of Cobra…..put two and two together here, it doesn’t take a genius…

PS:That’s a very big accusation to make Jeff….this could be a coincidence,

JT:Yeah, ok then….

The referee returns to the ring with the AWF Championship but Patricks snatches it out of his grasp and places it across the body of Cobra. Jerome Dubois, Scorpion, Ali and Kanyama all group together on the stage and watch on as Patricks climbs up onto the top rope and then jumps off…

PS:PUZZLE SOLVER!

JT:Enough is enough!

Patricks lands the frogsplash, driving the championship belt into the gut of Cobra and cause the champion to spit blood across the canvass. Patricks kneels with a sickening grin on his face.

VO:The battlelines had been drawn and the attacks continued….soon Cobra’s grip on his championship was loosening…….it would take one more push from Patricks to tip this over the edge…

Cobra suddenly stands up and whirls around as he hears the bell, placing his hands on his head in disbelief. The referee is deep in conversation with Mike Bird, the ring announcer…

PS:Cobra allowed Patricks to distract him once again….no matter what the decision is here Jeff…I think Cobra’s title reign may be over….

JT:I think that fact is siphoning around the arena….there is an ill-mood here in Birmingham…

Boos are ringing out as Cobra grabs the AWF Championship and stares at it, disappointment in his eyes. Mike Bird nods in understanding to the referee and raises the microphone…

Mike Bird:Ladies and gentlemen………..the referee has made a decision that Scorpion’s pinfall was completed before Jerome Dubois tapped his hand to the mat…..therefore your winners are…………….Scorpion……….Jerome Dubois and Chris Patricks!

*Ultra boos

JT:This is bull(beep)….no way could the referee make that call…

PS:Sounds like sour grapes to me Jeff…..this is a tremendous decision……

“Wake up” screeches out of the soundsystem as Scorpion kneels in the ring with a smug smile on his face and the referee raises his arm in victory. Lex Hart is glaring up with complete and utter fury in his eyes…

JT:Lex Hart cannot believe what is going on here…………..he has every right to feel aggrieved, if anything Dubois tapped out before the three count….

PS:You can’t make that call…

JT:Neither can the damn referee…….FLATLINE!

Scorpion motions a belt around his waist and laughs before Lex gets up to his feet and lays the straight edge superstar out with a RKO. Hart staggers back and collapses against the ropes, sat amid the wreckage of Dubois, Phillips and Scorpion. Cobra is still standing in the aisleway, holding the AWF Championship in his arms….

JT:This was such an eventful main event…..and we knew how much was riding on this….but I really did not envisage this…

*Ultra boos

PS:Now it is time to make it official…

The crowd are booing all around as “Gangnam style” echoes out and Miss Jessica struts out onto the stage, a beaming smile upon her face.

Jessica:I am like so totally happy right now…

Crowd:You’re a hoe x10

Jessica:Whatever plebians…..like listen up because it is announcement time…………………Cobra, my fork tongued little friend…..I told you not to mess with me, and you didn’t listen….so now it is time to pay the piper….

*She grins malevolently

Jessica:You know the rules…..if you fail to make the top five then you are out of the picture….and seeing as though your team dropped the ball again tonight, your way off the mark…..which means one thing…..you’re no longer AWF Champion…

*Crowd boo furiously

PS:I knew it…

JT:I’m afraid to say I saw it coming…..

Jessica:But before you so totally get attached to that belt Cobra….I have a little announcement regarding you………..

*Cobra looks up and Jessica winks at him

Jessica:You won’t be competing for the AWF Championship…

JT:How the hell is that right…..

*Cobra’s eyebrows furrow and he looks close to exploding

Jessica:Oh no, I have something extra special planned for you…..

PS:Such a caring General Manager…..

JT:Yeah right….

Jessica:Seems that the powers that be have been uber impressed by your actions here on Ascension and they want to see you perform to a world calibre come Born in Fire….so it gives me the pleasure to announce that you will have a very special opponent next week….

*Cobra throws the AWF Championship onto the ground and holds his arms apart, shouting “who the hell you got?”

Jessica:He’s standing behind you right now…

*Jessica giggles as Chris Patricks is back on his feet with a steel chair in hand…

JT:IT’S A DAMN SETUP!

PS:BOOM!

CRACK!

*Crowd ultra pop

PS:NO!

Cobra spins around and he ducks the chairshot from Patricks before buzzsaw kicking the weapon back into the face of CP, leaving him sprawled in the aisleway. The crowd are going wild as Cobra stands over Patricks and stares up at Jessica, who suddenly doesn’t look so confident.

VO:So the stage is set…………..two warring superstars, both fighting for a different cause…..but with the same inevitable goal….to be recognised as a main event player.....there is only room for one….who will walk away in a blaze of glory?

*The video package ends with Cobra and Patricks staring into each other’s eyes.

RJ:And it is our understanding folks that Cobra is standing by with Jack Reynolds in the backstage area before this intense matchup.

MW:More propaganda…

RJ:Be quiet..

*The crowd pop as the action goes backstage and Cobra, dressed for action, is standing by with Reynolds.

Reynolds:Cobra..

*Crowd pop

Reynolds:In just a few moments you will step out in front of 80,000 fans here at Wembley on your return to Born in Fire. How are you feeling?

Cobra:I feel good, I feel strong and I feel ready to put on a performance. Three years ago I stood here in this exact same position and I stole the show, I outshone main event calibre superstars on my way to becoming the 6WF European Champion and tonight I plan on doing the exact same thing, except when I win tonight I won’t be setting my sights so low….after I walk away victorious from Born in Fire, I am looking at the grand prizes that this company has to offer….I want the world…

*Crowd cheer

Reynolds:But in your way stands Chris Patricks, and needless to say that in recent weeks this has developed into a very intense rivalry between the both of you. Do you believe your dislike of your opponent may affect your ability to focus on the job at hand?

Cobra:It could have an effect but I highly doubt now is the time to allow personal feelings to get in the way of the big picture. You see Patricks is, and always has been, a pawn in the grand scheme of things. He was a pawn for Chaos and now he is pawn for Miss Jessica, he doesn’t even have control of his own actions.

So whilst I may be angry and sore from what Patricks did to me….as much as I despise him for costing me the AWF Championship….I am fully focused on the task at hand, and that is getting the job done and moving onto the next level.

Because that is all this is to me, another obstacle in the road that I need to negotiate and negotiate it I will. Patricks did me wrong but I am not going to get caught up in the minute details that really have no relevance. Tonight I am here to take care of business, to beat Chris Patricks within an inch of his life and walk away with that big fat “W” in the results column.

At the end of the day, this is a results business and victories are all that matter. I came here to cement my place as the best in the world, the best in 6WF…..and I can achieve that by becoming world champion again someday, but that won’t happen unless I take care of punks like Patricks.

So that is what I am going to do….right here in London, England..

*Crowd pop

Cobra:Born in Fire VI…..the showcase of the immortals….Cobra is heading for the bright lights of superstardom once more!

*Cobra nods at the camera and the crowd pop before he walks out of the picture.

Reynolds:Thanks for your time Cobra…

Chris Patricks is shown stood backstage with Miss Jessica…

MJ: So like……you totally have to go out there and make that Cobra suffer tonight. I can’t even believe I have to deal with him on my roster, it’s totally unfair and I am like, so going to do something about it.

CP: Suffer? I’ll be doing more than that. I’m going to make an example of our resident big shot…

Kayleigh Reed approaches the pair….

KR: Chris, is it possible to get your thoughts on your upcoming mach?

MJ: Oh god like, did they replace Skanarissa with you? I mean, she had no class but you just totally came through a hedge, admit it?

KR: What?

MJ: You heard me, don’t you know who the hell I am?

KR: No? And I don’t recall asking you the question!

Miss Jessica looks disgusted as Patricks ushers her back….

CP: I’ll just repeat what I’ve already said. Even with me supposedly below par since getting my belt taken from me, I have still taken all in my way apart, win or lose I always walked out on top, Im not gonna stop until I am back on top. WHEN I win on Friday and I will win, it will be start of my rise to the top again, this company and the world owes me this and I will achieve my goal and while I am sitting on top of the mountain once again, looking down at all the people that tried to keep me down, only then will I stop, only when McGraw is kissing my feet and asking for my forgiveness will I give up the ghost because you will all know that I was right and you will see what this company is really like, is a cesspool of corruption and greed, where keeping the old guard on top is the only way they can keep power, me winning that title last year shook this company to its very foundations, I was the only person that could have taken this place to the next level but they robbed me of that chance and look with they put in my place…a brown nosing Hero clone, Greg wanted it all but couldn’t handle it when he got it and look at him now, thrown aside like a piece of shit off McGraw’s shoe, Blue Dragon no 1 got his 10 seconds, literally, of fame before they installed Crime Lord to hold the fort before Cassius was ready to take over the flame, keep it familiar so they can keep the old fans happy, do you really think they are gonna let you rise above your station and win the title…well Cobra….you know they wont, in a way you and 90% of the roster should be thanking me for what I aim to do, without my sacrifices this past year and the year to come, this company will become stagnant and die and this time it wont be Lex Harts doing…

The camera pans back to the announce table.....

MW: What a show so far, 'Arj. 4 high quality matches down, and plenty of action still to come.

RJ: That's right, Mike. Right now we're going to take you back to Pain, 2009, and the first Pay Per View meeting between JJ Johnson and Cassius Zhi, and one of the most pivotal moments in this rivalry...

The video plays showing JJ Johnson laying on the canvas and Cassius outside the ring....

DL: Did you hear that impact RJ? Cassius isnt moving!

The ref doesnt look like he knows what to do as Johnson lies in the middle of the ring and Cassius lies outside but he starts to count Cassius out 1...........2.................3................4..........

RJ: Johnson is getting to his feet!

.........5.................6..............7..........

DL: Johnson is up RJ, but look Cassius is starting to stir?

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RJ: He made it! I dont believe it!

Cassius rolls in the ring at the last second, he gets up using the ropes but when he turns around Johnson whips him into the corner before climbing up the turnbuckle and hitting an Access All Areas, Johnson puts his arm across the chest off Cassius.

RJ: 1............2..............3! He got him!

DL: No he didnt RJ, Cassius foot is on the bottom rope!

Crowd: Boooooooo!

Johnson cant believe it as he goes to pick up Cassius Zhi but Cassius pokes Johnson in the eye before picking up Johnson and planting him with a vicious powerbomb, Cassius climbs to the top rope and goes for a huge frogsplash....

RJ: Not often you see Cassius flying high.

DL: He connects RJ!

Cassius lands the frogsplash on JJ before slowly getting to his feet, he motions for Johnson to get to his feet and Johnson begins to stir, after a few seconds Johnson is on his feet and Cassius aims the Dragons Fury at Johnson but Johnson ducks and from out of nowhere........

RJ: VIP Experience!

Johnson falls onto the body of Cassius Zhi.

Ref and Crowd: 1.............2..............3!

The crowd erupt as the bell rings.

RJ: What a matchup folks, both these guys went through hell here tonight but its JJ Johnson who is victorious, we need to get some help out here!

DL: I cant believe it, Johnson may have won but at what cost?

RJ: I dunno both men look pretty hurt and neither are moving, we'l be back after this short break when the tag titles will be on the line in a triple threat tag team match, stay tuned!

MW: You can see why Cassius harbours so much hatred, it seems whatever he did, JJ always had an answer for.

RJ: It's true, but will that be the case tonight? After weeks of attacks, has JJ Johnson got enough left in the tank?

MW: I guess we're gonna have to wait and find out.

*Commercial*

RJ:What a terrific night it has been thus far…

MW:What do you expect, RJ, this is Born in Fire…

RJ:Your damn right it is…and as good as it has been, it is only going to get better….

MW:Some of the biggest matches in this company’s history still on the horizon……..I am really looking forward to this next contest especially…

The lights in the arena dim and then a procession of green, red and silver pyros shoot high up into the air and explode into the air as “King of the stereo” echoes out to a standing ovation from the sold-out crowd.

RJ:Listen to this noise for the former TAW and AWF Champion…..

MW:One of the most well-known superstars in the game today…certainly one of the most popular…

Cobra walks out onto the stage, dressed in white MMA shorts and a red “Dethrone royalty” t-shirt. The noise from the crowd grows as Cobra holds his arms up in the air and begins to walk down towards the ring.

RJ:It was almost two months ago that Cobra returned to 6WF as a part of the Ascension roster…almost three years since he won the world championship here….and he took Ascension by storm by winning the AWF Championship within his first month……but over the last four weeks things have gone a little downhill for the Mexican great…

MW:Cobra found himself on the wrong side of Miss Jessica, and that feud has led to Cobra losing his championship belt…

RJ:Only one person to blame for Cobra losing his championship….and that is his opponent tonight, Chris Patricks…..

MW:Cobra shouldn’t have allowed Patricks to get inside his head…

RJ:Easier said than done…considering Patricks was here every damn week, interfering in matches and attacking Cobra at any opportunity…….Cobra will most certainly be out for his revenge here tonight…

Cobra stands at the base of the ramp and removes his t-shirt, before tossing it into the crowd. He then looks around at the mass of fans chanting his name and nods his head before running up the steel steps and climbs into the ring.

RJ:Cobra knows all about competing at Born in Fire….it was at his only appearance at this event that he won the 6WF European Championship…..so the atmosphere will not unsettle him…

MW:Maybe not, but there is a lot of pressure on his shoulders…

RJ:How do you figure?

MW:Cmon….Cobra has come back here thinking he is a bigshot….I know he has had success overseas since his last tenure in 6WF but he has yet to prove he can hang tough with the best in the world, the best on the 6WF roster…

RJ:Well tonight is a great opportunity for him then…

Cobra stands tall in the centre of the ring, real focus and determination in his eyes. The boos then begin to seep through the stadium as “Ascending Malice” roars out and is accompanied by a crescendo of poison green pyrotechnics.

MW:This will be a proper test for Cobra……a former 6WF World Champion, the man that main evented this very pay per view just twelve months ago…

RJ:It has been a hell of a ride for Chris Patricks since he defeated Chaos in the main event of last year’s Born in Fire…..losing his family, his mental breakdown and his return to 6WF, where he has claimed there is a conspiracy against him ever since…….

MW:There is a conspiracy…..Patricks has been afforded no opportunities whatsoever…..he is former world champion, one of the best in the business, and Danny McGraw has overlooked him time and time again…

RJ:That is Patricks’ motive for his attacks on Cobra…..because he has been overlooked and not given what he claims are “rightful” opportunities…………he turned up on Ascension to ruin McGraw’s creation, and also chose a man with a close personal connection to McGraw…

MW:Smart move….because when Patricks gets through with Cobra tonight, Danny McGraw will have no choice but to sit up and take notice…

Patricks sneers at the boos from the crowd as he slowly walks down the ramp towards the ring. The referee is holding Cobra back, causing Patricks to smile wider. CP gradually makes his way up onto the apron and he yells at the referee to keep Cobra at bay…

RJ:I just don’t think Patricks has a clue what he is getting into here….he has constantly blindsided and interfered with Cobra’s business in the last month….not once has he stepped to him like a man and fought him…..I think Cobra will be too much for Patricks…

MW:You are deluded…

Patricks steps through the ropes, but he keeps ahold of them and shouts at the referee again. The official blocks off a visibly irate Cobra and backs him to a neutral corner as CP takes his position in the ring. The referee checks both men over for concealed weapons but finds nothing, so declares himself satisfied and calls for the bell to begin the contest…

RJ:Plenty of needle in this one…should make for a fantastic battle…

MW:These are the sort of bouts you want to see at Born in Fire….real rivalries……makes the action so much more interesting….

The bell sounds and Cobra immediately bursts towards Patricks, only for CP to drop down and duck under the ropes, causing the referee to drag Cobra away. The crowd are booing as Patricks winks at the Mexican…

RJ:Patricks playing his little mindgames here……

CP ducks back into the ring and smirks at Cobra before beckoning him into a lockup, which Cobra gladly accepts. Both men circle each other and dive in to initiate the lockup, where Cobra’s power is extremely telling. He pushes Patricks onto the back foot and CP quickly ducks under the ropes again, forcing the referee to intervene again….

MW:Cobra getting angry..

Cobra tries to push past the referee but the official ducks down and tackles Cobra backwards, allowing CP to climb back into the ring and jab his thumb into the eye of his opponent without the referee seeing. Cobra staggers away, blinded, and Patricks pleads his innocence to the referee before running across and dropkicking Cobra in the back, knocking the Mex through the middle rope to the outside!

RJ:Patricks will use any trick he can to gain an advantage…he is a snake…

MW:He’s smart….

Patricks climbs out onto the apron and he waits for Cobra to turn towards him before running across and diving into a sickening knee to the jaw, flooring Cobra. The crowd are booing as CP stomps down on the back of his opponent and then clings onto the security railing…

RJ:What is Patricks thinking here?

MW:BEAUTIFUL…

The crowd are forced to applaud as Patricks connects with a sensational split-legged moonsault off the barrier, landing across the back of Cobra. Patricks kneels with a grin on his face and then heads back towards the ring…

MW:I told you Patricks would be a step too far for this joker…

RJ:I would hardly call Cobra a “joker”….

MW:Count referee….

Patricks rolls back into the ring and immediately harps onto the referee about starting up his ten count………….1…………………………..2…………………..3……………Cobra gets back to one knee, holding his back………….4………………………………5………………Cobra hobbles to the apron and pulls himself up……………..6………………..Patricks grabs Cobra by the head and suplexes him over the top rope…

RJ:Cobra rolled through…

Cobra rolls onto the shoulders of Patricks and pulls him down into a modified cradle pin…………………….1………………………..2………………….shoulder up. They get back to their feet and Patricks looks for a superkick but Cobra catches his foot and spins him around…

MW:T-bone…

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RJ:Cobra trying to force his way back into this match now…

Cobra pulls Patricks back to his feet and underhooks his arms before flipping him onto his shoulders…

MW:Tiger…

Patricks counters the powerbomb into an x-factor facebuster and covers………………1……………………2……………..shoulder up. They get back to their feet and Patricks lands low with an uppercut to the stomach before nailing a russian legsweep………………………1……………………….2…………….kickout!

RJ:This has been a fantastic back and forth clash so far…..two men that represent completely different things, and yet are fighting for the exact same thing………recognition….

Patricks gets up and he rakes his boot across the face of Cobra before running off the ropes, handspringing back into a double kneedrop to the stomach. Patricks taunts the crowd as he stands up and runs the ropes again….

MW:ROLLING THUNDER!

Cobra drives his knees right up into the spine of Patricks as he attempts the rolling senton, causing Patricks to roll into the corner in pain. Cobra gets back up to his feet and darts into the corner, landing with a brutal big boot to the face of his foe…

RJ:That will leave a mark…and maybe lose Patricks’ some teeth….

Cobra smirks at Patricks, who is slumped against his chest, and then lifts him up onto the top rope. He climbs up as well, landing with quick forearms to the jaw and then dives into the air…

RJ:Fantastic hurricanrana…

The impact of the hurricanrana makes the ring shake and Cobra dives across for the cover………………….1………………………2……………Patricks gets his shoulder up!

MW:Take more than that……Patricks went 20 plus in last year’s main event against Chaos and took worse punishment than that……

RJ:Each high impact move though is wearing Patricks down……

Cobra gets back to his feet and he grabs ahold of Patricks in a clinch and drags him up, landing with brutal Muay Thai knees to the skull of his opponent. Patricks staggers back into the corner and Cobra rushes in for a bodysplash before beckoning CP out and lifts him onto his shoulders…

RJ:Death valley…

Patricks swings off the back and counters with a backstabber……………………..1……………………..2……………Cobra gets his shoulder up!

MW:Cobra cannot rest back on his laurels here….this isn’t Ascension, Patricks is a former 6WF Champion and he will finish this match if presented with a sniff of an opportunity……..

Patricks argues about the speed of the count with the referee before getting back to his feet. He crashes down knees and elbows into the back of Cobra as he tries to stand up before dropping ontop of him and raining in punches to the face…

RJ:Patricks taking this into street fight mode right now….

Cobra lifts his knees up into his chest, to protect from the punches, and then he successfully transitions and pulls Patricks to the canvass and he takes prime position ontop. Cobra begins to unleash with sickening lefts and rights to the face before the referee has to step in…

MW:Cobra really hammering home those closed fists…

RJ:And that is the sort of thing that can get him disqualified…

Cobra drags Patricks up, but is caught off guard by a poke to the eye and rolled into a small package…………….1…………………..2………………..kickout. They get back to their feet and Patricks leaps into the air…

MW:Ouch…

RJ:Fantastic counter from Cobra..

Cobra catches Patricks on his shoulders and nails a powerbomb. The Mexican superstar then climbs out onto the apron and begins to scale the ropes….

RJ:Cobra taking to the skies now…

MW:Patricks needs to try and evade these sort of attacks…

Cobra dives off and looks for a double kneedrop but Patricks is back up and catches him in midair with a crunching dropkick to the face………..1
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RJ:Patricks is really testing Cobra tonight….

MW:Just like I said he would…

RJ:I have no doubts about Cobra’s ability, but is stepping up to the big leagues here at Born in Fire….

Patricks grabs Cobra’s head and lands with a jumping double knee smash to the jaw,dropping Cobra onto his back. Patricks then climbs out onto the apron before springboarding back in with a solid elbow drop to the chest……………………..1………………………………….2………………..kickout!

MW:Patricks is not only technical but he has fantastic aerial ability…

Patricks lifts Cobra up and nails a faceplant suplex before he backs up to the corner and lifts himself onto the second rope. The crowd are booing in every area of the stadium as CP mocks his opponent and then jumps off into a legdrop…..

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RJ:Patricks trying to grind Cobra down now…

MW:And he is having great success….

Patricks climbs ontop of Cobra as he tries to stand and pulls his head up into position for a camel clutch. Cobra yells out in pain and tries to crawl for the ropes but Patricks lays all his body down on the back of his foe…

MW:Patricks angling for the submission now…

Cobra gets up on one knee and he manages to lock both of Patricks’ legs between his biceps as he stands. The crowd are willing Cobra on…

RJ:Phenomenal strength…

MW:SLEEPER SLAM!

Cobra looks destined to slam Patricks into the mat but CP slips his legs free and lands on the canvass before nailing the sleeper slam. Cobra is motionless as Patricks goes for the corner and climbs up high…

RJ:Patricks senses his big chance…

MW:This is how he won the world championship…..PUZZLE SOLVER!

The flashbulbs go off as Patricks soars high through the air, only for Cobra to roll under the bottom rope in time and leave CP to slam chest-first into the canvass.

RJ:Cobra dodged the proverbial bullet right there…

MW:But he is still trying to regain his composure on the outside….

Cobra is breathing deeply on the outside before climbs back up onto the apron and begins to scale the ropes. Patricks is slowly getting back up to his feet as Cobra goes flying….

RJ:Crossbody…..

MW:Rollthrough…

Patricks counters the crossbody into a pinfall……………………………..1………………………………..2…………………shoulder up from Cobra!

RJ: CP almost stole one there…

They both scramble back to their feet and Patricks looks for a clothesline but Cobra counters into a backslide……………………….1…………………………..2……………..kickout. The action continues to entertain the fans and both men get back to their feet…..Cobra seizes Patricks by the throat….

MW:That is brutal…

The crowd groan and cheer simultaneously as Cobra chokeslams Patricks into a backbreaker and covers…………………….1………………………………..2……………………shoulder up from CP. Cobra kneels for a moment, breathing deeply, before getting back up…

RJ:Cobra back in control at this moment in time………..

MW:But it never stays that way for long….

Cobra lets Patricks up and rocks his head back with right hands before irish whipping him into the corner. CP slams against the turnbuckle and staggers back out…

RJ:DEATH…

Patricks slips off the back and springboards onto the ropes…

MW:SPIRAL DDT!

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RJ:That is how quick the momentum has been shifting in this match…..neither man able to hold the advantage for long….

Patricks bangs his hand against the mat, but his complaints fall on deaf ears. The Boston native crawls back up onto his feet and he ushers Cobra to stand up…

MW:Weigh it up CP…….ENIGMA BOMB!

Cobra counters the “sky high” into an armdrag. They get back to their feet and Patricks runs at Cobra, only to get drilled by a spinebuster…………………….1………………………….2………………….CP kicks out!

RJ:Both men beating other senseless, but neither is able to get to a point where they are placing their opponent in serious danger…

MW:This crowd is loving the action….

Cobra drags Patricks up and connects with a snap suplex before bursting to his feet and rushes towards the ropes…..

RJ:ASAI…

Cobra springboards into a moonsault but Patricks drives his knees right up into the midsection before impact can be made. Cobra rolls away in pain as CP kicks up onto his feet and he smirks as Cobra follows him to his feet….

MW:ENIGMA BOMB!

RJ:Cobra’s lack of concentration has made him slip…

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*Crowd pop

MW:No way…

RJ:Oh yes way…..Cobra just kicked out of the “enigma bomb”…

The crowd are on their feet, waves of cheers ringing all around, as Patricks turns to the referee with fury on his face. He holds up three fingers but the official tells him it was a definite two count and orders the match to continue…

MW:Patricks hit the “enigma bomb”. How is this match not over?

RJ:Because Cobra has the belief….the determination…

Patricks shakes his head in disbelief at the referee before climbing out of the ring and dropping to the outside. He walks towards the announce area and grabs a steel chair from the timekeeper’s table before heading back to the ring….

MW:Not a smart move Chris…

RJ:Patricks looking to get himself disqualified by the looks of things…

Patricks rolls back into the ring and he scares the referee away before raising the chair above his head and screaming at Cobra to stand up…

MW:Your Born in Fire dream is about to disappear Chris….don’t do it…

RJ:Disqualification is imminent……

The referee grabs the chair out of CP’s grasp and pulls it free before throwing it out of the ring. Patricks rounds on the official, hatred etched across his features…

MW:Wrong move ref….

RJ:He did the right thing and Patricks should back the hell off….

Patricks backs the official up into the corner, only for Cobra to seize him around the waist and nails him with a big german suplex. The crowd cheer as Cobra summons his strength and pulls Patricks to his feet again, landing with a second suplex….

RJ:Cobra summoning a second wind now…he wants the trifecta…

MW:COUNTER!

Cobra pulls Patricks to his feet for the third time and looks for the third suplex, only for CP to slide around the back and counters with a bridging german of his own…………………….1………………………..2…………………kickout. They get back to their feet and Patricks drop-toe holds Cobra to the canvass before climbing out onto the apron and springboarding back into a senton plancha….

RJ:Patricks getting his own second wind….this really is terrific to watch….

MW:Exceptional Born in Fire action….

Cobra staggers back up to his feet and Patricks kicks him in the stomach before landing with a double armed DDT….

RJ:Almost paying homage to his old rival Keith Leone there….

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MW:Cobra landed right on the top of his head with that DDT….he looks really groggy…

RJ:Could be completely disorientated…

Cobra staggers up and he swings wildly with a right hand, but Patricks is able to dodge it and then wipes Cobra out with a spinning heel kick. CP then runs the ropes…

MW:ROLLING THUNDER!

This time the rolling senton splash lands and Patricks crawls into the cover…………………..1…………………2……………Cobra seizes the ropes with his right hand!

RJ:Cobra still got good ring awareness and this match continues……

Patricks spits across the mat in slight annoyance before getting back up to his feet. He seems to be weighing up his options as he beckons Cobra back to a vertical base and then grabs ahold of his arms…

MW:Adding insult to injury…………..SNAKEBITE!

Patricks twists Cobra around and looks to land with Cobra’s own spinning impailer but Cobra counters with an “angle” slam out of nowhere, leaving both men sprawled on the canvass.....

RJ:So much energy has been used up by these two men….what do they possibly have left in the tank?

MW:This is the grandest stage of them all, RJ….if you want to be remembered then you will find more….

Both superstars scramble back to their feet and they begin to trade with right hands. Patricks lands a stinging jab that rocks Cobra’s head back, but the former AWF Champion rallies with fierce martial arts kicks to the legs and then a swinging roundhouse kick that takes CP off his feet…

RJ:Cobra looking to build the momentum that might possibly see him through here…

Patricks staggers back up and Cobra knocks him down with a running clothesline before welcoming him to his feet again and scoring with a running European uppercut. Patricks staggers back to his feet for a third time and Cobra scoops him onto his shoulders…

MW:No..

RJ:Death valley driver!

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RJ:That was the closest we have come…Patricks struggled to get the arm up that time…..

Cobra gets back up to his feet and he grabs Patricks’ arm and attempts to spin him into a rolling armbar but Patricks grabs his trunks and pulls him into a schoolboy………………………….1…………………………2……………..shoulder up from Cobra!

MW:Cobra so close to being caught off his guard…

Cobra bursts back to his feet and he lands with an explosive low hesitation dropkick to the face of his opponent. The Mexican great wipes the sweat off his brow and rolls under the bottom rope onto the apron……..

RJ:Cobra has been in so many high profile matches over his career….but has he ever been in a position where he has been expected to deliver so much?

MW:I don’t believe so…..Cobra returned to 6WF on the crest of a wave, these people expect big things…

Cobra pulls himself up to his fullest height and watches Patricks trying to get back to his feet. The crowd are chanting Cobra’s name as he clings to the top rope and then launches into a springboard….

RJ:ROARING ELBOW!

MW:IT’S OVER!

Cobra comes flying through the air for the flying forearm, but somehow Patricks counters him in midair with a codebreaker……..
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MW:What does it take?

RJ:More than Patricks has produced thus far…………Cobra will not willingly lie down for anyone…

Patricks shakes his head in disgust at the referee before standing up. He flips his finger at the booing masses before stomping his foot and begging Cobra to stand up…

MW:Just like an official HBK moment………….the boyhood dream is about to come true…..SUPERKICK!

RJ:VIPER STRIKE!

Patricks launches into the superkick but Cobra ducks underneath the blow and lands with his trademark buzzsaw kick to the jaw, collapsing Patricks to the canvass….

RJ:80,000 on their feet….

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MW:YES!

RJ:Patricks’ turn to defy belief…

The crowd in Wembley are stunned as Patricks shoves his shoulder up into the air. Cobra looks up into the rafters and rolls his eyes…

MW:Cobra thought he had done enough….but Patricks is no pushover……he is one of the best in the business…

RJ:And still this absolute war of attrition continues…

Cobra clings to the ropes and slowly drags himself back to an unsteady footing. He begins to clap his hands together and the crowd follow suite, waiting for Patricks to stand up…

RJ:Now Cobra can see the end…..

MW:I can’t watch……

RJ:SNAKEBITE!

Cobra twists the arms of Patricks and looks for the spinning impailer but CP manages to push Cobra away, forcing the Mexican to knock the referee to his knees…

MW:Referee took a slight tumble there….

RJ:Oh cmon…

Cobra sees that the referee is ok and then turns back around, straight into a kick between the legs from Patricks. The crowd are booing furiously as Cobra doubles up and Patricks runs off the ropes….

MW:FRONT FLIP PILEDRIVER!

RJ:Variation on the “canadian destroyer”…………..

MW:And just like that it is all over…

The referee is back on his feet and he makes the cover……..
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*Crowd pop

RJ:Not even this damn cheating is going to work for Patricks…

MW:How the hell did he kick out?

RJ:Warrior mentality….

Patricks rolls under the bottom rope to the outside and immediately pulls the steel chair up off the ground again. He holds the weapon in his hands for a moment and teeters on the edge of meltdown…

MW:Compose yourself Chris…

RJ:Patricks is becoming seriously frustrated….

Patricks runs his hand along the steel chair before throwing it aside and turning to the crowd, tapping his head as if to say “I am smarter than that”. Patricks then pulls himself back up onto the apron and he scales the ropes…..

RJ:Patricks taking a big risk……OH MY GOD!

MW:No fricking way….

Crowd:That was awe-some x5

Patricks settles himself to leap from the top but Cobra is already back on his feet. The Mexican runs to the corner and leaps into the air, amazingly catching Patricks and pulling him from the top into a stunning reverse STO (paydirt)………….

RJ:Patricks face-planted the canvass…..he has to be out cold…..

MW:Cobra took some damage himself…

The impact of the move forces Cobra to hold his back for a few moments and catch his breath. Patricks slowly crawls over onto his back and slumps there as Cobra stares at him…

MW:Cobra not convinced that Patricks is finished…

RJ:You can’t blame him after everything that they have put each other through….

Cobra pushes himself up to his feet and stumbles towards the corner before gripping the top rope. He begins to ascend the ropes towards the top and the flashbulbs are flashing all over the arena…

MW:Cobra taking the biggest risk of this match…

RJ:And if he lands it then it will have been a worthy risk…

MW:The most eye-catching move in all of sports entertainment!

RJ:NO KNOWN CURE!

Cobra draws his finger across his throat and then double backflips from the top rope into the sensational moonsault…

MW:NOBODY HOME!

Patricks finds the where with all to roll out of the way, causing Cobra to smash straight into the canvass and lay motionless in a heap.

RJ:Cobra through everything into that move….that may very well have been his last roll of the dice…

MW:If Patricks can get to his feet then this is all over….Cobra is done for…

RJ:Patricks is struggling himself…

Patricks is breathing heavily as he tries to get up, only to fall back down on his knees. The crowd work on another “Co-bra” chant but Patricks puts his finger to his lips as he gets back to a vertical base and drags Cobra up….

MW:Powerbomb ends it….

Patricks flips Cobra up for the powerbomb but Cobra slams the point of his elbow down into the top of Patricks’ head before dropping into a DDT. Both men slowly get back to their feet and Cobra beats his chest before swinging his foot….

RJ:VIPER….

Patricks catches the buzzsaw kick attempt and counters with a well-timed stepover heel kick that lays Cobra on the canvass. Patricks then mockingly kisses his wrists and heads for the top rope….

RJ:That is how Patricks used to signal the end of a match….

MW:And now he is re-visiting the past………………PUZZLE SOLVER!

RJ:Wow…

MW:Got all of that…….

The instant replays are in overdrive as Patricks gains serious hangtime with the five star frogsplash before landing it across the exposed midsection of Cobra. The former AWF Champion is motionless on the canvass as Patricks regains his breath and then nods his head…

MW:After a month of making his intentions known…….Chris Patricks is about to prove his point once and for all….

RJ:Patricks on the cusp…

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MW:Chris Patricks has….

RJ:COBRA KICKED OUT!

*Crowd pop

MW:No….but how?....he can’t….

RJ:He has…..Patricks landed his best damn shot and it wasn’t enough to finish Cobra off…

MW:This guy needs dope testing…..no way can anyone withstand a beating like this….

RJ:Cobra proving his credentials like never before…

Chris Patricks’ face is glowing red as he stares at the referee with fury in every detail of his face. CP staggers back up to his feet and grabs the official by the front of the shirt….

MW:Patricks just can’t believe what is going on here…..I don’t believe it….

RJ:Patricks needs to keep his focus…

Patricks pushes the referee away and mutters to himself as he waits for Cobra to stand up. CP paces back and forth and stretches his neck before settling himself as Cobra reaches his feet once more….

MW:One last push Chris…..ENIGMA…

RJ:VIPER STRIKE!

Patricks looks for the “sky high” but Cobra lands out on his feet and connects with the buzzsaw kick again, sending Patricks crashing to the corner. Cobra drops onto his back and Patricks is slumped against the turnbuckle, seemingly unconscious…

MW:That was brutal…

RJ:The impact of that kick just knocked Patricks clean out…..

MW:And it put Cobra on his a55…..both these men are spent forces….

Patricks is still slumped against the turnbuckle as Cobra begins to slowly get back to his feet. The crowd urge the Mexican on as he grabs ahold of Patricks and drags his dead-weight towards the centre of the ring…

RJ:I still don’t think Patricks has come round yet….

MW:Then he has no chance…

RJ:SNAKEBITE!

MW:Look there RJ…

Cobra twists Patricks around and then notices that the top turnbuckle padding has been removed, leaving exposed steel. Patricks pushes Cobra into the corner, causing the Mexican to slam face-first into the steel and staggers back into a schoolboy…

RJ:This is a damn joke…

MW:Brilliant…

RJ:His goddamn feet are on the ropes…

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RJ:I don’t believe this…

Ding ding ding!

MW:Chalk that up boys….take that Wembley….who is doubting my boy Chris Patricks now?

The boos are deafening from the crowd as “Ascending Malice” rings out and Chris Patricks rolls under the bottom rope into the aisleway, a smug grin across his face. Cobra is on his knees in the ring, a cut across the side of his face, and fury in his eyes.

RJ:This was a truly amazing match between two sensational athletes….but that ending spoilt it all, Chris Patricks spoilt it all….

MW:He spoilt nothing………he was just damn smarter than Cobra and he pulled off a fantastic victory….Patricks should be right back in title contention after his…

RJ:I can’t argue that……a win of this magnitude will have certainly caught the attention tonight….Chris Patricks, no matter whether you agree with his methods or not, is victorious here at Born in Fire…..

Patricks continues to laugh at the crowd as he backs up the rampway and points back at Cobra with a smirk. Cobra is clinging to the ropes and visibly shaking with anger.

RJ:This defeat compounds a miserable month for Cobra…..losing the AWF Championship and now this defeat will have taken its toll on the Mexican….it is back to the drawing board….

MW:Cobra can no doubt come again……but tonight he was out of his depth…

RJ:I would hardly call it that….he got caught out and it cost him……..Cobra can definitely recover from this……but he will need a quick turnaround in the weeks to come….

MW:And Danny McGraw better start drawing up that world title shot contract for Patricks….he was sublime…..he is unstoppable…

RJ:An unhappy return to Born in Fire for Cobra….but Chris Patricks picks up where he left off last year…..his success at this event continues…what a match!

*Jack Reynolds is backstage alongside the current tag team champions, Dragon and Yarmouth Blade. The crowd cheer loudly.

Jack Reynolds:Good evening gentleman, moments away from the TLC Match for your titles, how are you feeling?

Blade:Jack fella, I'd be lying if I didn't say I was a little nervous about this match. The odds are very much stacked against us but that isn't a problem for me and Dragon, they've been against us from the start. We weren't expected to win these belts in the first place after all. We aren't expected to win this but I'm sure we can.

Dragon:I have plenty of experience in this match, my style suit this match better than anybody else who is involved. Blade and Dragon are going to retain the tag titles, then big party afterwards to celebrate!

*Dopant Zero walk into shot...

Nogami:That's your problem though Dragon, you always think too far ahead. I'm sure you'll have a few drinks after the match tonight, after all alcohol does help to nullify pain. And you will be feeling plenty of that, let me assure you.

Yagurama:Me and Nogami our styles are so well connected that this match is made for us. I can put you through a table whilst Nogami can fly off the ladders without a care in the world. You've got to have balls to compete in this match, and you two don't.

*Then the Gods of Rome walk in...

Demios:What and you two do? We all know the team who have the most balls around here and that is the Gods of Rome. We aren't like you two waiting around for a shot at the titles, we just made that opportunity ourselves.

Licentia:And tonight we win the belts.

*The three teams stare each other down as Reynolds stand between them.

Danny McGraw is shown inside his office. He's sat at his desk, swirling a glass of whiskey and finishing off a cigar as Marshall Murdoch walks in....

MM: I'm guessing now isn't a good time?

McGraw places the glass on the desk and puts the cigar in the tray, standing up from his desk....

DM: You could say that. Of all the nights to have to deal with this kind of crap. As if i haven't got enough going on with Abe playing mid games. Now JJ Johnson goes awol and everyone expects me to just reel him back in...

MM: Why can't you?

DM: What do you mean why can't I? He's having a bloody baby, Marshall? I can't just pull him away. I can make all the threats i want, doesn't mean he'll take to them. What am i supposed to do, beg? Beg him to come and main event the biggest night of the year? Beg him to come and face his oldest nemesis? Beg him to get revenge for all the things Cassius has done? It doesn't work like that.

MM: Should be enough motivation for anyone.

DM: You'd think that, but this is JJ Johnson, he does what he wants, and you know what Marshall, he's probably earned that right. I can't blackmail him into this, i've just got to hope that come the end of the night, he makes the decision thats best for everyone....

MM: And what of Abe?

McGraw walks out from behind his desk...

DM: What of him?

MM: Anything from him?

DM: No, he'll be in here before he goes out, it's his way, he likes to get the final word....

MM: Do you actually think he'll talk?

McGraw sits on the edge of the desk...

DM: Yeah. Yeah i do. See, Abe's always been about honesty, hell, you can't even get him to use a chair in a hardcore match without him feeling guilty, he's one of those 'my word is my bond' guys. If he loses, he wouldn't tarnish his reputation by going back on it.

MM: If?

DM: Well, when then. In all seriousness, Marshall. You can't screw this up tonight, whatever Abe and the Board have planned directly affects us...

MM: I know, and believe me, i'm not going out there to lose. I'm going to end this stupid little reign of his as brutally as possible. And as for what he's hiding, we'll deal with it when it happens. You got me out of a hole, Danny, and said i'd stand by you. You have my word on that. Tonight, Abe Abercorn is walking into Born In Fire, what he doesn't know, is that if i have my way, he won't be walking out.

Marshall and McGraw nod in agreement before shaking hands.

DM: That's why i hired you. Now go get ready.

Marshall lets out an evil smile and heads for the exit as McGraw heads back to his desk.

Mike Bird:Ladies and gentlemen………the following contest is a TABLES, LADDERS and CHAIRS MATCH….for the 6WF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!

*Crowd pop

MW:Tables….ladders…..and chairs….oh my…..

RJ:Oh my indeed……..one of the most riskiest, death-defying matches in this industry…….and right here at Born in Fire you are about to witness six men put their bodies on the line all in an effort to become the 6WF Tag Team Champions….

MW:Expect carnage, destruction and complete and utter mayhem as these three teams attempt to scale a ladder and retrieve the championship belts that hang up above……

RJ:Sounds easy…but believe me folks, past experiences prove that there is nothing easy about matches like this……..

The cameras pan up to the rafters, where the 6WF Tag Team belts are suspended from a hook. All of the lights turn out and the crowd are treated to “Montagues and Capulets” by Prokofiev. Slow moving lights of silver roam across the front of the stage before “O Fortuna” by Orff roars into life

Mike Bird: Introducing first……..the challengers……….at a combined weight of 495 pounds………….Andreas Demios, Andre Licentia………………………The Goooooddddddssss oooffff Rooooooommmmmmme!

The boos siphon through as Licentia and Demios stroll out onto the stage. Licentia unclasps his black robe and removes his mask before he and Demios motions belts around their waists.

RJ:Two very talented young kids here, looking to get a first foothold on the ladder to success here in 6WF…

MW:They’ve come in here and they have made some waves as far as the tag division is concerned…but now the spotlight is upon them and it will be interesting to see how they adapt….

RJ:We have seen some fantastic tag team matches over the years at Born in Fire….this is a massive chance for one of these three teams to be remembered in the same breath as some of the all-time greats…

Demios and Licentia gaze at the mass of weapons that have been littered around ringside and then they climb into the ring and stare up at the championship belts that hang above them. They begin to talk tactics as “Shook Ones” echoes out and the boos continue….

Mike Bird: ….From Japan……………….weighing in at a combined weight of 500 pounds………………Kenzaki Nogami………..Tsukasa Yagurama………………Dooooooooppppppppppaaaaaannnnnnnttttttt Zeeeerrrrrrooooooooooooooo!

MW:These guys are my pick RJ….

RJ:I think there are plenty of people backing this formidable duo from the East……Kenzaki Nogami and Tsukasa Yagurama are an amazing unit and they will look to finally cement their place at the top of the mountain here tonight…

MW:I have no idea how these guys aren’t holding the yet…

RJ:The same could be said about their tenure in 6CW……they were expected to become champions over there aswell, but the gold always alluded them….they will look to correct that here tonight…

Nogami and Yagurama look uber-confident as they stride out onto the stage and survey the scene in front of them. Nogami grins as he runs his hand along a ladder in the aisleway and Yagurama stares at the steel chairs and tables that have been scattered all around. They point up towards Demios and Licentia before climbing up onto the apron…

MW:All three teams have been at loggerheads for months about who deserves to be ranked at number one……..

RJ:But the accolade can only belong to one….and that is the team with the gold, which is our final entrants…

All eyes turn back towards the stage and the crowd roar in appreciation as “Singing in the rain” mixes with “J-pop drop” and then an array of green and red pyrotechnics shoot up into the air, exploding in a rainbow coloured cloud of smoke.

Mike Bird:And their opponents………….weighing in at a combined weight of 585 pounds……….they are the current reigning and defending 6WF Tag Team Champions……………..Yaaaaaarrrmmmooouuuttthhh Bllllaaaaddeee and Thhhheee Drrrrragggggggooooonnnn!

RJ:Listen to this ovation for the champions….

MW:Soon to be ex-champions……no way can they survive these odds…

RJ:They have overcome the odds before…..no saying they cannot do it again…

MW:I can’t see it…

Blade and The Dragon high five before making their way down to the ring, tagging the hands of the fans as they do so. They reach the base of the ring and stare at their opponents before looking up at their belts above the ring. Both men turn to each other and nod their heads before diving into the ring…

RJ:No waiting around in this one….

MW:No need to….referees have no business in this match……you get a ladder, you climb it and you retrieve the belts….apart from that, there are no rules…

Blade slams into Nogami and they begin to trade with right hands before Demios rushes across and big boots Blade in the side of the face, sending him through the middle rope to the outside. On the opposite side of the ring, Licentia uses Yagurama’s back as a springboard to take Dragon out with a flying headscissors…

RJ:This is going to be extremely difficult to keep up with folks….but we will do our best…

Yagurama slaps his palm across the chest of Licentia, flooring him with ease. He then drags the Gods of Rome member and slings him over the top rope to the outside of the ring…

MW:I see nothing but damage and pain being caused in this match…

Nogami lands hard kicks to the legs of Deimos and then looks for a big roundhouse kick, only for Deimos to catch his leg and spin him around before flapjacking him up and drops him across the top rope…

RJ:I don’t see any of these three teams maintaining a period of dominance here…it is just going to come down to whoever can survive and withstand the most punishment….

Yagurama runs across and floors Deimos with a hard clothesline before dragging him back to his feet and nails a big belly to belly suplex. The giant of Dopant Zero lets out a primal roar as he gets back to his feet…

MW:INCOMING!

The crowd roar in approval as Blade and Dragon come off opposite turnbuckles and land with a tandem missile dropkick that takes Yagurama off his feet, and sends him rolling to the outside. Blade staggers back up to his feet and grabs the top rope before slingshotting himself over the top into a crossbody takedown…

RJ:It’s only a matter of time before we see the introduction of some of these weapons…

Blade and Yagurama begin to get back to their feet as Deimos rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair. He swings the weapon at Blade but YB ducks it and Yagurama kicks the chair away, beginning a three way brawl on the outside….

MW:Dragon eyeing this up….OH YES!

*Crowd cheer

Dragon watches the action from inside the ring and he decides to sprint into the corner, up the ropes and then somersaults off the top into a beautifully athletic takedown on all three men on the outside.

RJ:There is no risk these three men will not be willing to take in this match…

MW:I don’t think we are done yet….YIKES!

Crowd:This is awe-some x10

All four men begin to get back up to their feet in the aisleway as Kenzaki Nogami handsprings across the ring and then corkscrews over the top rope into a torpedo missile takedown on his opponents. The whole arena is roaring and then all eyes turn back to the ring….

RJ:What on earth is Licentia thinking here?

MW:He wants to steal the spotlight……SHOOTING STAR…

The flashbulbs go off all around as Licentia climbs onto the top rope and then front flips into the amazing shooting star press that knocks all five competitors down….

RJ:This match has been live for about two and a half minutes and already it is manic…

MW:I love it….

Licentia staggers back up to his feet and he grabs a ladder, rested up against the ringside barrier, before picking it up and sliding it into the ring. The crowd boo as Andre rolls back under the bottom rope and begins to set the ladder up…

MW:Licentia has cleared the playing field…..a big opportunity has arisen…

Licentia looks up towards the championship belt and then places his feet on the bottom rung, beginning his ascent. Licentia gets about halfway up when Dragon returns to the ring and grabs him by the throat…

RJ:He’s gonna chokeslam him off the ladder…

Dragon twists Licentia off the ladder, but Licentia turns in midair and drops across the arm of Dragon and takes him to the ground…

MW:Crossface applied….

RJ:No submissions in a contest like this….

MW:But it can do some serious damage….

Licentia drags back on the head of Dragon and really synches in the submission, applying serious pressure to the tag champion. Dragon is screaming in pain………CRACK!

RJ:Oh my….

Yarmouth Blade is back in the ring and he slams a steel chair down across the back of Licentia’s head, breaking up the submission immediately. Blade throws the chair onto the ground as Nogami is back in the ring, the Dopant Zero member using the erect ladder as a springboard into a disaster kick that sends Blade back through the ropes to the outside of the ring…

MW:I am on the edge of my seat….I love that we get to call this sort of amazing action…

Nogami taunts the fans and motions a belt around his waist before grabbing the ladder and he pulls it into his arms. He beckons for Dragon and Licentia to get back to their feet….

RJ:Nogami has got some evil intentions….

MW:GERMAN!

Deimos returns to the action and he waistlocks Nogami from behind and nails him with a huge german suplex, sending the ladder flying across the ring. Deimos gets back to his feet and lets out a roar before dragging The Dragon back to his feet and he lifts him into a suplex position…..

RJ:You don’t think….OH GOD!

The crowd groan as Deimos delivers the “Graveyard smash” that drives the back of Dragon’s head off the side of the ladder and forces the tag team champion to roll away in agony. Deimos then grabs the ladder and he begins to set it up in the centre of the ring…

MW:Deimos would love to steal the show here tonight…

Deimos begins to place his feet on the ladder and make the climb towards the championship belts…..SMACK!....Yagurama is back in the ring and he drives another ladder into the spine of Deimos, dropping his foe from the ladder and back to the canvass….Yagurama rests his ladder against the turnbuckle and drags Deimos up before whipping him across the ring…..CRASH!

RJ:That is sickening to watch….

Deimos’ spine slaps right into the prone ladder and he staggers back, straight into a double handed chokebomb from Yagurama…..

MW:Bad landing for Deimos……and now Yagurama has a chance…

Tsukasa Yagurama yells in audible Japanese before beginning to climb the ladder towards the top. He gains ground on the championship belts and reaches up to seize ahold of them…

RJ:Blade…

The crowd cheer as Yarmouth Blade springboards from the apron and lands on the opposite side of the ladder to Yagurama. They both climb towards the belts and begin to trade right hands at the very pinnacle…

MW:Such a risk for these two men to be taking…..one slip and this could all be over…..

Yagurama and Blade continue to trade shots before Yagurama seizes Blade by the head and butts him right between the eyes. Blade slumps in a daze and the Dopant Zero member grabs ahold of him…

RJ:This is bad…..MY GOD, T-BONE FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER!

The crowd pop as the whole ring shakes upon impact of Yagurama’s t-bone suplex on Yarmouth Blade from the top of the ladder. Both men are motionless on the canvass…

MW:That was insane…..TLC matches never fail to amaze me….

Andre Licentia crawls back into the ring and he grins broadly at the destruction in the ring as he begins to climb up the ladder in the centre of the ring. The Dragon is back to a vertical base and he grabs the other ladder, dropping it into conjunction with the ladder that Licentia climbing….

RJ:Dragon forming some sort of makeshift rampway there…

MW:I don’t understand his logic….

CRACK!....Nogami has a steel chair in hand and he launches it (ECW style) through the air and straight into the face of Dragon, dropping him to the canvass. Nogami then grabs the chair again and he looks up at Licentia closing in on the championships…

RJ:Nogami needs some improvisation……

MW:HOW IS THAT!

Crowd:Holy (beep) x7

RJ:YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!

The whole stadium seems on the verge of exploding as Nogami runs up the horizontal ladder (ala Shelton Benjamin) and dives through the air, heel kicking the steel chair straight into the face of Licentia and knocking him flying from the top of the ladder…

MW:I have never witnessed anything like that….

Licentia drops throat-first across the top rope and drops over to the outside as Nogami lands hard on both of his knees. Deimos gets back to his feet and he grabs Nogami by the scruff of the neck before thrusting him through the ropes to the outside, and he follows….

RJ:Deimos back in the fray now….I told you there would be no dominance in this match….

Deimos hauls Nogami up and then sends him crashing head-first into the steel steps, the echo reverberating around the arena. The greek superstar then grabs a table and he props it up against the ringside barrier before dragging Nogami to his feet…

MW:Nogami in big trouble…

RJ:He’s thinking Fate…..OH JESUS!

Deimos twists Nogami around and lifts him into position for the “cop killa” only for Yagurama to run across and spear Deimos backwards through the table, crushing Nogami in the process.

MW:I don’t think Yagurama meant to do that….

RJ:If it leads to Dopant Zero winning the championships then I think the sacrifice will be seen as necessary…

In the ring, Yarmouth Blade is just staggering back to his feet and he drops against the ladder in the centre of the ring and begins to climb towards his championships…..the crowd roar him on as Blade gets towards the top….

MW:Blade heading for his “born in fire” moment…………

RJ:Not right now he isn’t….

Andre Licentia back up on his feet and he grabs the ladder and pushes it sideways, sending Blade toppling over the top rope and ontop of Yagurama, flooring both men on the outside. Licentia nods his head and then sets the ladder back up before beginning to climb….

MW:Licentia heading for the summit…

RJ:And so is Dragon…

Dragon’s size allows him to gain the advantage over Licentia as they climb towards the top. Dragon reaches up to grab the belt but Licentia punches him in the throat and slams Dragon’s face against the top of the ladder….Dragon thrusts his forearm forwards and rocks Licentia backwards…

MW:Both men taking liberties with their careers……OH GOD!

The impact of the trade-off causes the ladder to slip sideways and sends both men crashing to the right, leaving them to land crotch-first across the top rope….

*Crowd groan

RJ:No celebration for either tonight…

Licentia and Dragon topple to the outside, leaving the ring completely empty. On the outside, Yarmouth Blade is just getting back to his feet and he pulls himself back into the ring…

MW:Yarmouth Blade has a clear run for the belts….if he can regain enough energy then you never know…

Blade staggers to his feet, but then he sees Yagurama picking up a ladder on the outside and he decided to run across and baseball slide under the bottom rope, kicking the ladder straight into the chest of Yagurama and dropping him to the hard flooring. Blade then drops the ladder across the chest of Yagurama and looks around…

RJ:I think Blade has got a big plan here…

Blade backs off slightly and then breaks into a run before forward rolling across the floor, and diving through the air…

MW:ROLLING THUNDER!

The crowd pop as Blade senton splashes across the ladder and leaves Yagurama to writhe in agony on the floor. Blade holds his back in pain as he tries to get back up to his feet…

RJ:Blade taking an unnecessary risk in my eyes….

MW:CON-CHAIR-TO!

The crowd boo furiously as Blade gets up and immediately falls victim to a double chair strike from Deimos and Licentia, dropping the tag champ into a heap on the floor. Licentia and Deimos then begin to crash their weapons across the back of Blade, time and time again…

RJ:This is horrible…

After a barrage of sickening chairshots, The Gods of Rome dump their weapons on the floor and grab another ladder from ringside and haul it into the ring. They climb in after and begin to re-arrange the furniture….

MW:These two young stallions are taking control now…..this is what we like to see…

Deimos and Licentia erect a ladder each, side by side, and then they begin their ascent towards the championships and BIG immortality. The crowd are booing furiously as the two newcomers close on the gold…..

RJ:What a moment this would be in the careers of Deimos and Licentia…..Born in Fire is truly where dreams come true…

Deimos reaches up to seize ahold of the championships as Kenzaki Nogami leaps from the top rope, steel chair in hands, and dropkicks the weapon right into the spine of Deimos and causes both men to collapse in a heap on the floor. This leaves Licentia…

MW:This is your shot Andre….to prove the doubters wrong….

The Dragon is back in the ring and he uses his size to turn backwards and pull Licentia off the ladder onto his shoulders before falling down from the second rung off the ladder…

RJ:RAZOR’S EDGE MY GOD!

The ring quakes from the impact as Dragon powerbombs Licentia into the canvass and leaves him motionless. Dragon then rolls back from the ring and he grabs a table before pushing it under the bottom rope and into the ring…

MW:I don’t even want to contemplate what Dragon might be thinking here….

Dragon sets the table up and he drags Licentia to his feet before dumping him across the table. The tag champion then begins to scale the ladder, the flashbulbs going off all around as he reaches the top and looks down….

RJ:This is crazy….reach up and get the belts Dragon…don’t worry about anything else…

MW:These guys are so determined to steal the show…..FROGSPLASH….

Crowd:Holy (beep) x10

RJ:HE’S BROKEN IN HALF…..HIS NIGHT IS OVER…

The crowd are thunderstruck as Dragon comes flying off the top of the ladder, only for Deimos to pull Licentia off the table and cause Dragon to crash freely right through the wood, leaving splintered wood everywhere.

MW:Dragon’s ribs have got to be broken….he is a mess…

RJ:We knew coming in that this was going to be crazy….but I had no idea what we were going to see…

Dragon is completely immobile in the wreckage of the table as Deimos and Licentia try to regain their composure. They both grab a ladder and fold them horizontally as they wait for Kenzaki Nogami to get back to his feet…

MW:Nogami in trouble now….

CRACK!....They run at Nogami but he ducks and rolls, causing Licentia and Deimos to plough into each other and send the ladders and themselves flying across the canvass. Nogami is quick to pick up a ladder and he waits for Deimos to stagger up before hauling it through the air…..CRACK!...The ladder smashes Deimos in the face and sends him staggering back and through the ropes to the outside…

RJ: Nogami’s turn to build offense now…

Licentia staggers back to his feet and Nogami greets him with a flash kick to the jaw, that sends Licentia over the top and sprawling backwards into the announce area. Nogami then runs off the opposite ropes and sprints back…

MW:SUICIDE..

The crowd roar as Nogami connects with Licentia and slams him back into the announce desk. Nogami then backs away and grabs a steel chair off the floor and spins around….WHACK!....The chair shudders off the skull of Licentia and staggers him backwards across the announce table….Nogami then grabs a ladder and begins to set it up…..

RJ:This is truly unbelievable….Nogami and Licentia are right out here in front of us….Nogami scaling that fifteen foot ladder….I dread to think what happens next….

MW:Who the hell could possibly tell….

Nogami stumbles up to the top of the ladder and he begins to trash talk the fans before peering down at Licentia’s prone carcass across the announce table. The Japanese superstar gives the thumbs up and then down….

RJ:NOGAMI SPLASH….I DON’T BELIEVE IT…

Crowd:Holy (beep) x10

MW:We need EMT’s….

The arena is alive with the sound of cheering fans as Nogami 450’s from the top of the ladder and slams Licentia right through the announce table, leaving utter wreckage in their wake. There is a buzz of shock in the atmosphere…

RJ:Never in all my years of broadcasting……

MW:Born in Fire baby…….this is where you become a legend….and these six men are doing it the hard way tonight…

Nogami and Licentia are completely wasted on the outside, Dragon is still motionless in the centre of the ring and Deimos, Yagurama and Blade are all struggling to get back to their feet on the outside. Blade is the first to his feet and he slides another table into the ring before he grabs a steel chair from the floor and sets it into a sitting position….

RJ:Yarmouth Blade looks dazed and confused…

MW:All six of these men are dazed and confused……

RJ:POETRY….OUCH!

The crowd groan as Blade attempts to use the chair to springboard into a solo poetry in motion on Yagurama, only for the Japanese superstar to move and cause Blade to crash through the security railing into the front row of the crowd. Yagurama then lets out a roar and he begins to throw ladders down on the floor in the aisleway, building a bonfire-esque mass….

MW:Well it is November after all…

RJ:It’s a little late for Guy Fawkes…

There is a pile of eight ladders in the aisleway as Yagurama steps back and surveys his creation. He then turns around and points towards the championship belts, hanging high above the ring…

MW:There is carnage everywhere……everyone is out cold…..Yagurama has a free run and he should take it…

RJ:Your damn right he should….Dopant Zero’s recognition could finally be about to become a reality…

Yagurama climbs up into the ring and pulls one of the two remaining ladders into position before beginning to climb. He gets about halfway when Andreas Deimos clubs him from behind and drags him back to the canvass….

RJ:Not everyone is unconscious…..Deimos standing between Yagurama and victory…

Deimos knees Yagurama in the stomach and tries to lift him into a powerbomb but Yagurama swipes his foe’s legs and then slingshots him, face-first, into the erect ladder behind. Deimos collides hard and then staggers back around…..

MW:KUNAI!

Yagurama gutwrenches Deimos up and decimates him with the huge powerbomb. He then pulls himself back up to his feet and begins to climb the ladder…

RJ:This is it now…after a lot of waiting….alot of hard work….Dopant Zero’s moment of glory is imminent….

MW:Yagurama is really feeling the effects of this match…but if he just pushes through the barrier, then this one is over…

Yagurama is halfway up the ladder as Deimos is resting against the bottom rung and trying to somehow climb after his foe. Yagurama has a big advantage, though, and is too far away for Deimos to catch up with him…

RJ:Deimos can barely move after that powerbomb…Yagurama is close now…

Yagurama gets to the summit of the ladder and he reaches up to grab the belts, but his hand slips and he knocks the championships into a swing. The big man reaches again but misses the belts as they allude his grasp…

MW:Yagurama is getting really frustrated…

RJ:I’m not surprised this is his chance…

Finally, the big man manages to grab the hook and steady the championships before beginning to unclasp the buckles. The crowd watch on…

MW:We have new champions….

RJ:ELECTRIC CHAIR!

The flashbulbs go off all around as Deimos has managed to scale the ladder behind Yagurama and he lifts the big man up onto his shoulders, above the championship belts, and then drops backwards into the devastating slam….

MW:That will dislocate or even break your damn spine…..sickening to watch…

RJ: This whole match has been sickening to watch….

Yagurama, Deimos and Dragon are motionless on the canvass. Yarmouth Blade, Nogami and Licentia are scattered around the outside of the ring…

MW:Just look at it…it’s like the damn apocalypse out here…

RJ:These six men will never be the same when this is all said and done…

Andre Licentia somehow begins to crawl out of the wreckage of the announce table and towards the ring. Kenzaki Nogami is also back towards a vertical base and he lashes hard kicks against the legs of Licentia…

MW:Licentia has already suffered so much…without taking these blows…

Nogami looks for a jumping backheel kick but Licentia ducks it and scoops Nogami up onto his shoulders before twirling him around…

RJ: MALEVOLENCE!

Licentia looks for the G.T.S but Nogami elbows his way off the side and drags a chair up off the floor….CRACK!...he cracks it across the spine of Licentia, dropping him to his knees…

MW:That was a brutal shot…

RJ:And Nogami is not done…

Nogami grabs one of the ladders in the ring and he succeeds in dragging it out of the ring and into his arms. The Dopant Zero member then begins to climb up onto the ringside barrier with the ladder in his possession…

MW:What is Nogami thinking here…

RJ:I have no idea……HE’S BROKEN IN HALF!

Crowd:Holy (beep) x10

MW:I’m with them…..holy (beep)!

Nogami nods his head and then backflips into a moonsault with the ladder in his hands, only for Licentia to roll away and cause Nogami to plant himself between the ladder and the ringpost on impact. He is crushed on the floor as the noise levels grow…

RJ:All this to become the 6WF Tag Team Champions…

MW:I never knew championship gold could mean so much…

RJ:I think these men would go to the end of the earth to earn these straps…

Licentia is on his knees, almost staring at the broken body of Nogami in disbelief. The roars from the crowd seem to slowly awaken the superstar to his senses and he staggers up to his feet, pulling a table towards him….

MW:I think this is a bad call Andre….get in there and get the belts….

RJ:Licentia wants to cement his place as the “human highlight reel”…

Licentia unfolds the table and sets it up vertically before dragging the unconscious body of Nogami up and drapes it across the table. Licentia then begins to talk to himself as he pulls himself up onto the security barrier….

MW:Licentia wants payback for what Nogami did to him earlier…

*Crowd pop

RJ:Guess again…

Yarmouth Blade is back up and he swipes Licentia’s legs, crotching him across the barrier and leaving him in agony. Blade then gives a signal to the fans as he lifts Licentia up onto his shoulders and spins him around…

MW:MUSCLE BUSTER THROUGH THE TABLE!

CRASH!.....The cheers ring all around as Blade drops backwards and slams Licentia ontop of Nogami and through the table on the outside……

RJ:Yarmouth Blade coming from nowhere…..stealing the plaudits and possibly, just possibly, pushing himself closer to one of the most unbelievable results in Born in Fire history….

Blade is laid out next to the bodies of Nogami and Licentia on the hard flooring. All attention then turns to the ring, where The Dragon and Andreas Deimos are climbing up the sides of the remaining ladder…

MW:This is a race…..a final tilt for the championship…..Dragon, the reigning champion, and the young, brash Andreas Deimos…..who will cross the line first?

RJ:This is fascinating…

Deimos and Dragon reach the top of the ladder and they begin to trade with right hands, whilst reaching for the championships at each available opportunity. Deimos manages to spit into the eyes of Dragon and slaps the champion across the face before slamming Dragon’s face repeatedly off the top of the ladder…

MW:Deimos is going to do this thing….Gods of Rome are going straight for Mount Olympus…

RJ:New champions could be on the horizon…

Dragon suddenly drives his head upwards and catches Deimos with a heavy blow, that splits his nose wide open and causes blood to begin to seep everywhere. Dragon lashes hard chops across the chest of his foe, causing him to teeter on the edge of collapse…

RJ:Deimos is slipping….he’s done for…

MW:Dragon’s got his hands on the belts….he’s unclasping them……………..

RJ:OH SWEET MOTHER OF GOD….BAH GAWD ALMIGHTY…..WITH THE LORD AS MY WITNESS THEY ARE DEAD….THEY HAVE TO BE…..THIS IS OVER….

*The crowd are stunned

MW:I….I……what can I say?

There is not one fan that isn’t standing in the arena as Yagurama gets back to his feet and he pushes the ladder sideways, causing Dragon and Deimos to fall fifteen feet over the top rope into the aisleway and through the stack of ladders that had been piled there earlier. Neither man is moving as the referees around ringside throw up an “X” and medics begin to come into view…

RJ:We need to get these guys out of here….we have to….Deimos and Dragon could have multiple broken bones…..

MW:I have never witnessed anything like that…I have seen car crashes tamer than what we just saw…they need to go to the hospital…

RJ:Every man involved in this match needs the hospital…

MW:But Yagurama is standing….and he’s climbing…..my god this is going to do it…

Medics begin to shift the multiple ladders from the wreckage in an attempt to remove Deimos and Dragon from further harm. Both men are eventually evacuated from the scene and loaded onto stretchers…

RJ:I hate to see anything like this…our thoughts and prayers go out to Dragon and Deimos, we wish them a speedy recovery….

The stretchers begin to move onto the ramp as Yagurama climbs the ladder in the centre of the ring. He closes towards the belts and grabs ahold…

MW:This is it….

Yagurama’s hands clasp around the belts when suddenly the ladder disappears beneath him and the crowd pop.

RJ:Yarmouth Blade…somehow he’s still fighting….he’s still in this damn thing…

MW:And look at Yagurama….holding on for dear life…

Yagurama is hanging twenty feet in the air, clinging onto the tag team championships with all his might. Yarmouth Blade stares up at him and then lifts the ladder up onto his shoulders…

RJ:If Yagurama unclips those belts…he falls from a great height but he ensures that his team leaves as the new champions…

MW:It’s a risk he will be willing to take…

RJ:And doesn’t Blade know it…

Blade concentrates with all his might and then shoots the ladder upwards, driving the weapon between the eyes of Yagurama and forcing him to drop twenty foot into the centre of the ring….

MW:That is insane….

RJ:Yarmouth Blade just saved his team’s grip on this match…

MW:Well it’s down to him….because Dragon is out here…Blade is the only viable option….

Blade quickly sets the ladder up vertically once more and he wipes some sweat from his brow and then gives the thumbs up to the crowd…

*Crowd pop

RJ:Blade on his way….Yarmouth Blade about to have his very own BIF moment….

MW:BACKSTABBER!

Kenzaki Nogami springboards from the ropes and he catches Yarmouth Blade in the middle of the ladder and drops him down into a backstabber. Nogami staggers back up to his feet and he grabs the legs of Blade before slingshotting him…

RJ:OH GOD!

The slingshot sends Blade straight into the side of the ladder, and the impact of the blow snaps the steel girders in half and causes the ladder to collapse.

MW:There is no more ladders….that was the final one…all the rest got destroyed in the wreckage earlier…

RJ:But how are the competitors supposed to reach the belts…

Blade is split wide open, blood pouring down his face, and he staggers towards the ropes as Nogami gets back up and runs forwards, easily clotheslining the champion over the top and back into the wreckage around ringside. Nogami then tries to fox the broken ladder, but to no avail…

MW:The gateway is clear…nobody standing in Kenzaki Nogami’s way….but he cannot get up the ladder…..no way to get those belts…

RJ:Wait just a minute here…

Yagurama somehow stumbles back up to his feet and he begins to converse with his partner in Japanese. Nogami grins broadly as he steps onto the broken half of the ladder like a surfboard…

RJ:What are these two thinking?

MW:My word this is genius RJ…..look at the intelligence of this…

RJ:I can’t believe my eyes…

Yagurama lets out a huge roar as he suddenly picks the half of the ladder up, with Nogami standing on it, and he bench presses it over his head. The crowd have no choice but to applaud and the flashbulbs go off all around as Yagurama pushes the ladder up as far as he possibly can and Nogami is able to reach up….

MW:This truly is sensational…

RJ:Only at Born in Fire…

Ding ding ding

Mike Bird:Ladies and gentlemen……….here are your winners………and NEW 6WF Tag Team Champions…………Kenzaki Nogami and Tsukasa Yagurama……….Dooooooooooppppppppppaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnttttttttttttt Zeeeeeeerrrrrrrrroooooooooooo!

The crowd are not impressed with the result but there is a standing ovation and rousing applause from the fans as “Shook Ones” echoes out of the soundsystem. Nogami jumps down from the ladder and Yagurama drops the weapon and holds out his arms as his partner slings a championship belt into his clutches…

MW:What a match….what a bloody match…

RJ:I’ve witnessed some of the all-time great contests and that certainly ranks up there….I would go out on a limb and say the best TLC match I have ever had the privilege of watching……..six men giving their absolute all in a war for the ages……they left no stone unturned here at Born in Fire and they have brought the damn roof down their performances…

MW:You have to tip your hat to every single one of them…..they each gave 110% and that is why this contest will go down in history…

RJ:Born in Fire always forces the 6WF roster to raise their game…but did anyone expect these kind of performances from these men?.....they have exceeded all expectations and this crowd is showing their appreciation…

Nogami and Yagurama high five before climbing onto opposite turnbuckles and posing with their championships. The camera angle pans out to show the true level of carnage around ringside…

MW:Even that shot does not do this match justice……..we saw a level of action that I have ever witnessed before……twenty plus minutes of utter mayhem….these men will never be the same again…

RJ:Absolutely not…..Dragon and Deimos where wheeled out of here on stretchers….Licentia and Yarmouth Blade aren’t moving and will require serious medical attention……heck even our new champions will need checking out after what they have been through…..matches like these shorten careers and now you know why….this truly was one for the ages….

MW:God, I love Born in Fire……this really is the showcase of the immortals…

RJ:It is the “event of the elite”….every pro-wrestler in the business wants to compete at this event and you just saw what it means to these guys….i’m still in shock..

MW:Me too….but I guess we’ll have to shake ourselves back to reality RJ….because we are far from over here, infact, we are just getting started…

RJ:Yes we are...folks do not go anywhere….you do not want to miss anything…

Nay Bother is stood backstage with Jack Reynolds, looking pensive....

JR: Nay, it's obviously been an emotional couple of weeks for you, how has it been seeing your Dad after so long...

Nay: It's not been easy, Jack. Obviously it could've been on better terms, but i guess this is what you have to expect from some arrogant asshole like Mike Hill....

JR: How do you mean?

Nay: Well, former star, comes back, gets no adulation, no recognition. He turns bitter, lashes out at someone he sees as a threat, tries to dig up the dirt to unsettle his opponent. What Hill seems to be forgetting is that i've been through the ringer enough in the last few months. I've been on the brink of watching my career fall by the wayside thanks to repeated chairshots. I've been screwed out of title shots, title matches and now this? If Hill seriously thinks this is going to get under my skin, he's got another thing......

Nay stops mid sentence as Mike Hill walks into shot, grinning....

JR: Well, Mike, any response?

Hill smiles, eyeballing Nay....

MH: Another thing.........up my sleeve perhaps, Nay? You didn't think i'd bring your Dad back and leave you two to have some sort of sickly reconciliation. Let you hog the limelight that i created for you. Oh no, Nay. It won't be that easy. I'm going out there to prove to everyone that Mike Hill is back, better than ever and ready to show the world why i am the next best thing. See, Nay, you seem to do alot of talking, alot of blaming, and yet, not alot of actions. I'm even surprised you didn't get your Dad out sooner to take the rap for all your defeats but, wait, he was still doing time for your little fracous outside that bar.......when are you two gonna sit down and talk about that?

Nay snarls at Hill....

Nay: You think you're clever? You think using my Dad as a weapon is gonna hurt me? All it's gonna acheive, Mr Big Shot, is me handing you your ass on a plate in front of 80,000 people and taking your precious mantle as the 'next big thing'....

MH: We'll just see about that, Nay......oh, that little thing up my sleeve. I promised your Dad i'd make sure he had a ringside seat, so he can watch as his precious, juvenile delinquent son be exposed for the lying, cheating, jail avoid scumbag he is...

Hill shoves Nay against the wall and walks off leaving Nay seething as we head back to ringside.

RJ: What a night this has been, and our first title change of the night as Dopant Zero finally get their hands on Tag Team gold in what was a brutal, jawdropper of a match, Mike!

MW: Absolutely, i don't think i've ever seen such a brutal match, but full credit to all 6 men who gave it their absolute best. I can't wait to see what the future holds for that rivalry...

RJ: It definitely promises more actions, Mike. But now, continuing our build up to tonights main event...

MW: JJ permitting....

RJ: He'll be here, Mike......lets take you back, to Explosion 2009, and the first time Gold changed hands between these two men.....

The video rolls to Explosion 2009, Cassius Zhi v Abe Abercorn v JJ Johnson. The video starts at with JJ stood arguing with the referee...

JJ climbs to his feet and begins to remonstrate with the referee who signals a two count, JJ looks on in disbelief before turning around and kicking Abe in the gut going for the VIP Experience when suddenly....
DRAGONS FURY!

Cassius hits the dragons fury and catches JJ in the cheek, not the desired location but still enough to take him out. He turns his attention to Abe who is barely standing and hits the Shockwave.

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

DL: CASSIUS WINS!
RJ: Foot on the rope!

Cassius gets up and begins to celebrate but then stops as the bell doesn’t ring and stares at the ref who shows him that Abe’s foot was on the rope.

RJ: Unbelievable!

Cassius turns around and an evil smirk forms on his face and he stares at JJ shouting at him, “YOU SAID YOU WOULD TAKE SHOCKWAVE AFTER SHOCKWAVE, TRY THIS ONE!” JJ gets up and Cassius lines him up!

DL: SHOCKWAVE!
RJ: DUCKED! ACCESS ALL AREAS! ACCESS ALL AREAS!

Ref:
ONE......
TWO.....
Abe comes into the picture and dives...

DING, DING, DING!

RA: The winner of this match by way of Pin fall and your NEW TAW CHAMPION, J......J.....JOHHHHHNNSSSSSOOOOOONNNNNNN!

The crowd pop loudly as JJ Sinks to his knees and holds his head in his hands as the ref slides to the outside and grabs the title. He slides back in and goes to hand the belt to JJ but Abe stops him and grabs the belt...

RJ: Don’t do it Abe. You put on a great match, You were so close don’t ruin!
DL: Do it!
RJ: OHH, what sportsmanship!

Abe grabbed the title but then as JJ looked up placed into his lap and slapped on the back before limping back up the ramp to a huge cheer from the crowd. JJ holds the title close to his chest and confetti in the colour of the American flag begins to fall from the roof. The crowd pop even louder as JJ gets to his feet and he sees Acer Running down the ramp, he slides into the ring and the two men share a hug. The Saint follows and he runs to the ring, he slides under the bottom rope he looks at JJ as the tears begin to roll down his eyes and slaps the TAW title before the two men share a hug. They hold his arms aloft and the crowd continue to pop as Brandi comes down to the ring, she enters and her and JJ share a tight, tight embrace for a few moments before Brandi raises her hand and the whole arena plus The Saint, Acer, Brandi, RJ and Dave Law begin to clap and The Saint and Acer lift JJ onto their shoulders.

RJ: What a way to end Explosion, We have a new TAW Champion and the emotion is flying around.
DL: Explosion really has caused a bang.
RJ: I’m RJ and He’s Dave Law, and this was 6WF EXPLOSION!

Explosion goes off air with JJ on the shoulders of his ASC cohorts with the chant of;

JJ JOHNSON (Clap,Clap,Clap) JJ JOHNSON etc ringing in the back ground.

RJ: A highly emotional night as JJ Johnson captured his first World Title, and yet another twist in the rivalry between these men. A rivalry that a few months later would rear its head again at Payback. We'll take you bak there later, but right now, we're going to headbackstage where our Freeweight Champion, Mr Kenty is stood with Jack Reynolds.

Mr Kenty is stood backstage with Jack Reynolds. The Freeweight title hanging over his shoulder....

JR: Mr Kenty, thank you for joining me at this time. Tonight, you go into your title match with the odds firmly stacked against you, when you take on the completely unhinged former champion Vortex and the beast, Lucas Takeo, how do you get yourself in the mindset to face those two?

Kenty: Well Jack, you kinda look at the big dumb idiots and realise that that's exactly what they are. Just a pair of big dumb idiots. They don't intimidate me. Sure, they're big, but what's that saying.....

JR:The bigger they arem the hard they fall?

Kenty smiles...

Kenty: No....

JR: A mans got to do what a mans go to do?

Kenty: Nope....

JR: As nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs??

Kenty: What the??? No, Jacky boy, it's that a rolling stone gathers no moss. See, if i wanna beat these clowns, i've gotta keep moving. Can't let them ground me or keep me down or that's it, game over. These two goons have enough issues between them to allow me to exploit them.

JR: Sounds like a good tactic, but how can you be sure it will work?

Kenty: Well i can't, but thats my plan and i'm sticking to it. Whatever happens, i'm going out there to prove exactly why i am the greatest Freeweight Champion in recent history. I'm gonna put my name up there with guys like The Saint, Abe Abercorn and Hero. I want people to remember me for slaying the two giants and dominating this division.

JR: Giants being the appropriate word of course, what do you make of Vortex's recent battles with himself?

Kenty laughs to himself....

Kenty: Ah yes, everyones favourite manic depressive. What are we going to do with him? Can't see that begging for someone to kill you is healthy, but y'know, maybe he's just really clever? Maybe it's all part of some plan to throw everyone off. Whatever it is, i'm not falling for it, problems or not, when he steps in that ring, he's putting himself infront of the firing squad, and whether it's me or Takeo, he's going to get punished. And if that creepy old fool gets involved, i'll happily smack the bleach out of his hair.

JR: You mentioned Takeo, he's still somewhat of an unknown quantity, how are you going to deal with that?

Kenty: The same way i dealt with Vortex, go out there, fight him, kick his ass and pin him. The guys 6 foot god knows what, it's not exactly rocket science. Take him down and he's anyones.

JR: Mr Kenty, thanks for your time and good luck tonight.

Kenty: Thanks, Jack.

Kenty nods at Reynolds, adjusting the title on his shoulder before leaving.

RJ: This night has been a roller-coaster ride of emotion already, wouldn’t you agree Mike?

MW: Yes indeed RJ, this could well be the best PPV event I have ever been a part of, and things are about to get even better I’m sure, when Mike Hill kicks Cameron’s teeth in.

RJ: Would you stop, Mike Hill has been tormenting Nay Bother with his past for weeks now, and it’s about time Nay finally got his revenge.

“Next Big Thing” roars out the speakers as the crowd descend into deafening boos for the arrival of Mike Hill. For a moment there is nothing, then suddenly a large pyro goes off and Mike Hill appears on the stage behind it, prompting even more boos. Hill has a smug look on his face as he stretches out his arms and soaks in the atmosphere, before calmly walking down to the ring, making sure not to touch any of the fans. Hill then climbs to the ring apron, then climbs to the top turnbuckle and raises his arm to the fans, who keep on showing their anger towards him. Hill then jumps into the ring and starts bouncing around on the spot, waiting for his opponent’s arrival.

“I Fought the Law” then plays out as the fans cheer loudly, as the hooded figure of Nay Bother walks out onto the stage. Hill can be seen in the ring beckoning for Nay to come in, but Nay remains at the top of the ramp glaring at Hill from underneath his head, clearly shaking slightly with the anger he is feeling at that moment. Nay then starts walking down the ramp, before then removing his hoodie on the outside of the ring and staring up at Hill. Hill shouts “Come on Cameron” at Nay, before leaning over the ropes and spitting on Nay. Nay wipes the spit off of his face and looks over at his father sitting at ringside, before snarling back up at Hill. Nay then jumps into the ring and charges at Hill, before taking him down and delivering a barrage of punches to Hill, who desperately tries to cover up. The referee desperately tries to pull Nay away but can’t, as Nay continues with his assault.

RJ: I think that Mike Hill has awoken the beast inside of Nay tonight, and he’s going to pay for his sins.

MW: Come on referee, get this animal off of him, Mike Hill is a wrestler, not some street fighting hoodlum.

The referee finally pulls Nay off of Hill and starts trying to calm him down, as Nay still seems full of rage. Finally the referee allows Nay to move away, but as he does, Hill delivers a low blow to Nay, sending him down to the mat hard, then backs off while smiling. The referee then shouts at Hill, who just tells him to “start the match”, while Nay attempts to get back to his feet, but is clearly feeling the effects of the impact. Nay though fights through and tells the referee to start the match, and the moment the bell is rung, Hill charges in and starts to assault Nay, who tries to cover up from Hill. Hill hits a number of hard punches to Nay in the corner, before hitting some martial arts kicks, mainly to the head of Nay. Nay finally is able to push Hill away, but Hill then comes back in with even more strikes, before throwing Nay across the ring hard into the turnbuckle, before quickly following into Nay with a running boot to the corner, sending Nay crashing to the mat. Hill then hits some hard stomps to the head of Nay, trying to wear down Nay as early as possible, before running across the ring, and on his return hitting a jumping knee drop across the head of Nay. Hill then begins to trash talk Nay again, as Nay quickly begins to pull himself up to his feet, but Hill quickly then starts hitting some hard chops to the chest of Nay, before again hitting some hard punches to the head of Nay, then pushing him into the ropes. Hill then whips Nay across the ring, and on Nay’s return, Hill jumps into the air and hits a Hill-a-can-rana to Nay, who falls next to the ropes. Hill then walks over to the ropes and then goes through them, so he is standing on the ring apron, before then using the top rope to flip into the ring and hits a leg drop across the head and chest of Nay, who is left floored on the mat. Hill then makes a mocking snort motion, as the fans vent their displeasure to him, as Hill then smiles, lifts Nay up, then kicks him in the gut, before hitting a snap DDT, then going into a pin quickly.

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Kick out.

Hill looks angrily back up at the referee, who signals it was a two count, and Hill just mockingly imitates the referee, before starting to punch at the head of Nay yet again. Hill gets more and more vicious in his attack, until the referee is finally forced to intervene and pulls Hill away, who starts shouting at the referee to stay out of his business. Nay then slowly starts to get back up this time, and Hill then charges in and hits a low elevation drop kick to the side of Nay’s head, flooring him again. Hill then again starts to stomp on the head of Nay, before pushing his foot into the back of Nay’s head, pushing him face first into the mat, still trash talking Nay as he does so. Nay finally is able to push Nay’s foot off of his head, but Hill then comes in and hits a seriously hard stomp to the head of Nay, who then lies down on the mat, barely moving. Hill then drags Nay into the corner, and sits him up there, before walking back across the ring and doing some crotch chops to Nay...

MW: Talk about a cocky demeanour....

RJ: Oh tell me you didn't!

Hill then runs in and jumps into the air, before hitting a bronco-buster to Nay, who barely reacts to it as he is clearly dazed. Hill slaps Nay in the face a couple of times following this to see if he is still conscious, before walking across the ring again, but this time to the adjacent corner and then measures up Nay. Hill then charges in and hits a running face-wash kick to the head of Nay, who more or less slumps to the mat, as Hill looks on with a grin at his work. Hill then waits in the corner as Nay dazedly starts to drag himself to the ring ropes and gradually to his feet, but the assaults have clearly started to take their toll on him, as he takes a few moments to balance and turn around. Hill still quickly moves in though and proceeds to grab Nay by the legs, before lifting him into the air and hitting an inverted atomic drop, followed quickly by a spinning heel kick. Hill then shouts at Nay “It’s over Cameron”, before dragging him into the centre of the ring and then climbing up to the top rope. Hill steadies himself for a moment, then dives off to hit a flying leg drop to Nay, who barely reacts after the impact. Hill then gets to his feet and placing one foot on the chest of Nay makes the pin.

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Kick out.

MW: Come on ref! Make a fair count, that was a slow count god-dammit.

RJ: Calm yourself down Mike, this referee is being more than fair to Mike Hill, you’re just bitter because he can’t keep Nay down.

Hill pushes the referee into the corner and starts to scream at him that it was a three count, but the referee merely signals two. Hill starts to pull at his hair and refuses to leave the referee alone, but then the referee threatens to DQ Hill, and Hill is forced to move away and he starts to pace the ring looking down at Nay. Hill suddenly stops though and smiles as he goes into the corner and starts to stomp on the mat. Hill keeps on stomping and waits for Nay, who slowly gets to his feet and turns, and Hill then lunges forward to hit a super-kick, but Nay is able to catch his foot at the last second. Hill has a look of abject terror on his face as Nay pushes Hill back into the corner and Hill starts trying to reason with Nay, but Nay merely shakes his head. Nay suddenly pushes Hill’s foot down and starts to hit a series of hard punches to the head and body of Hill, who is still stunned from Nay’s resiliency. Nay then grabs Hill and whips him hard across the ring, and Hill hits the opposite turnbuckle hard and flips up onto the top turnbuckle, before rolling back down and getting hit by a hard clothesline from Nay, who then shouts to the crowd as he gets more fired up. Nay then lifts up Hill again and hits some hard right hands to Hill again, before a stiff knee to the gut, before grabbing Hill and flipping him back over his head with a gut-wrench suplex. Nay then runs across the ring and on his return, hits a jumping suplex to Hill, who is left clutching his mid-section in pain after the impact. Nay then gets to his feet and starts hitting a series of repeated falling elbow drop to the mid-section of Hill, getting more and more vicious on each impact, as the referee looks on with concern. Finally Nay stops the assault and goes to the corner to try and shake away some of the cobwebs and wait for Hill to get to his feet. As Hill gets to his feet, Nay sprints in and hits a running knee to the head of Hill, sending him falling down to the corner of the ring, looking dazed, as Nay simply looks at him in an angered fashion. Nay then sits Hill in the corner and tells Hill, “This is how it’s done”, before backing across the ring, then charging back in to hit a running knee to the face of Hill, who clutches his face in agony after the impact. Nay then drags Hill slightly away from the corner before climbing to the second rope and measuring Hill, Nay then dives off to hit a forearm drop to the face, then going into the cover.

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Kick out.

Nay doesn’t seem to acknowledge the kick out at all, and merely starts to deliver hard punches to the floored Hill once again, attacking without remorse, as the referee is again forced to intervene. Nay then begrudgingly gets off of Hill and snarls at the referee, who looks intimidated by Nay, as Nay then waits away from Hill, for Hill to get to his feet. When Hill does reach his feet, Nay approaches Hill and kicks him in the gut hard, before throwing him across the ring into the turnbuckles, then following in to hit a running knee to Hill’s face. Nay grabs Hill’s head and proceeds to charge across the ring to hit a running bulldog to Hill, which leaves Hill on the mat now, barely moving. Nay starts to stomp on the back of Hill’s head, trying to gain a measure of vengeance on Hill for all of his earlier attacks. Nay backs away, then walks back in towards Hill, trash talking him as he does so, before hitting another forearm drop across the back of the head of Hill, further wearing Hill down. Nay then starts to pull Hill to his feet and then hits a couple of stiff knees to the face of Hill, before hooking Hill in a suplex position, then lifting him into the air and hitting a suplex. Nay though keeps hold of Hill and rotates his hips, before getting back to his feet and then hitting a second suplex, again keeping hold. Nay then gets up once again and hits a third and final suplex to Hill, before getting back to his feet and walking around the fallen body of Hill. Nay then grabs Hill by the legs and looks to the fans who cheer loudly, as Nay falls back and flings Hill head first into the ring post, leaving Hill to dazedly walk out of the corner and straight into a Pele kick from Nay, causing Hill to crumble into the corner. Nay then picks Hill up and places him on the top turnbuckle, before climbing their himself, and grabbing Hill in a waist-lock. Nay then flips backwards and hits a top rope belly-to-belly suplex to Hill, before quickly going over for the cover.

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Kick out.

MW: What guts, what determination being shown by the great Mike Hill here, maybe Cameron could learn a thing or two from him.

RJ: Hill may be doing well for himself, but he has an angry bull attacking him now, how smart is it to keep coming back for more?

Nay seems slightly happy that Hill kicked out, as he can now dish out more punishment and Nay waits for Hill to get to his feet. Nay then charges at Hill to hit a clothesline, but at the last second Hill is able to fall backwards and low bridge Nay, sending him flying over the top rope and he hits the outside mat hard. Hill then falls to the ropes and catches his breath, before walking over to the turnbuckles and climbing up to the top rope. As Nay then slowly gets to his feet, Hill measures Nay, before diving off to hit a front flip senton bomb to the standing Nay, leaving both men crashed out on the outside area, as the referee looks on concernedly yet again. Hills slowly gets to his feet first as Nay is clearly in a lot of pain, and Hill hits a couple of stomps to the gut of Nay, before pulling him up to his feet, then walking him over to the ring barrier and smashing his head off of it. Hill repeatedly bashes Nay’s head off of the barricade, wearing him down even more than he already was, before pulling Nay away and taking down Nay by his legs. Hill then grabs Nay’s legs and trash talks the fans in the front row who are booing him, before flipping backwards and catapulting Nay face first into the ring post, causing a small cut to open on Nay’s forehead and a trickle of blood to appear on Nay’s face, as he slumps to the ground. Hill manages to lift Nay up and rolls him into the ring, quickly following suit and lifting Nay to his feet. Hill then grabs Nay in a front-face lock, then jumps into the air and hits a jumping tornado DDT, before quickly going into the cover.

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Kick out.

Hill again slaps the mat in frustration and screams at the referee that it was three, but again the referee signals two. Hill then shakes his head and goes back to attack Nay.

RJ: Hill holding the advantage here...

MW: Showing his class as a former world champion....

Hill grabs Nay off the ground and hits a series uppercuts before hitting a perfect snap suplex. He gets to his feet and drags Nay up before hitting a German suplex followed by a second. Hill again rises to his feet, he turns to goad Nay's Dad at ringside as Nay struggles to his feet. Hill grabs Nay and whips him across the ring but Nay reverses, sending Hill into the ropes....

RJ: Oh wow!!

MW: What a counter!

Hill jumps into the second rope, spring boarding into mid air, flying into Nay and nailing a vicious DDT and covering...

1........


2......kick out!

Nay kicks out to the disgust of Hill who eyeballs the referee. Nay rolls up and Hill whips him into the corner, sending Nay crashing chest first into the turnbuckle, slumping against it. Hill charges, drop kicking the back of Nay, sending him falling out of the corner. Hill heads to the top rope....

RJ: This could be it....oh that's just tasteless...

MW: Who cares........NEXT BIG MOVE!

RJ: CONNECTS!!

Hill mocks Nays Dad again before flying from the ropes, landing directly on top of Nay. He looks out to the crowd and smiles before covering....

1.........

2.......

3!

MW: Hill did it!!

Crowd: YEEAAAHHHHHHHH!!

RJ: HE KICKED OUT! NAY KICKED OUT!!

The crowd erupt as the referee indicates the 2 count. Hill kicks the ropes in frustration before arguing with the referee...

RJ: I can't believe it! He got out, and Hill is losing it!!

Hill continues to argue with the ref as Nay lays prone. Hill looks out to ringside to see Nay's Dad cheering his son on...

RJ: Oh what's he doing? Leave the man alone...

Hill leaves the ring, confronting Nays Dad....

MH: Proud are you, huh? Proud of the man you sacrificed everything for? Cheering him on like some sort of hero when he should've been rotting in a prison cell? You make me sick. You and your scumbag son....

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOO!!

MW: Oh that's not called for!

Hill plants a vicious slap across Nays Dads face....

MH: PATHETIC!!

RJ: Look out!!

MW: SUICIDE DIVE!

Crowd: YEAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!

The replay shows Nay getting to his feet as Hill slaps his father. He darts across the ring, launching himself through the ropes and crashing down on to Hill to a roar from the crowd. He staggers to his feet clutching his arm before looking at his Dad and they embrace to a loud ovation. Nay grabs Hill up and locks his arms, holding him infront of his Dad...

MW: Oh come on, two wrongs don't make a right...

Crowd: YEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

The crowd cheer as Nay's Dad slaps Hill across the face. Nay whips Hill into the ring before rolling him back inside the ring and following. Hill tries to reason with Nay....

RJ: Oh that's it....worm your way out of.......SUPERKICK!!!!

1.....

2.....

3....!!

Ding, ding, ding!

The crowd goes wild as Nay shoves the pleading Hill back before delivering a thunderous Superkick to the chin of Hill. Nay gets on the turnbuckle and celebrates, looking down at his Dad with a smile.

RJ: What a huge win for Cameron, Nay, Mr Faith, whatever he's calling himself. He just pinned a former world champion on the biggest stage of them all!!!

Nay continues to celebrate as we head to commercial.

The camera heads backstage where Vortex is shown sat in the locker room. He can be seen removing bandages from his arms, the scars clearly visible as The Consultant enters the room....

TC: Are you ready, Vincent?

Vortex looks up at the The Consultant and snarls....

Vortex: What did i tell you about calling me that?

The Consultant smiles and gestures for Vortex to stand up....

TC: A test, Vortex. I need to make sure you're completely ready for tonight. For the beginning of our new journey...

Vortex rises to his feet....

Vortex: More than ready, Charlie. I want my title back. I want that feeling of absolute power. I want to be the destroyer of everything. Kenty, Takeo, they will face a Vortex they have never seen before...

The Consultant looks at the scars on Vortex's arm....

TC: Maybe you should bandage those up? You don't want to remind people of how weak you were?

Vortex: No, Charles. These scars are a reminder of the depths I plummeted, they are my past, I will not hide then through shame. My opponents can see them and know how far from the brink I have come back from. These cuts, these lines, these scars. These represent the paths I have taken. And tonight, my path leads me back to my Freeweight title....

The Consultant pats Vortex on the shoulder, offering a smile....

TC: You do what you need to do, just be ready. I'll meet you out there...

Vortex nods as The Consultant heads out of the door, he sits back down, looking again at the scars on his arm, he startles as a loud knock on the door can be heard....

Vortex: Come in?

Vortex beckons the visitor, but it's greeted by another loud knock....

Vortex: I said come in!!

Vortex rises to his feet as the door flies open and Lucas Takeo walks in. The two men eyeball each other, sharing a tense stand off....

Takeo: I came to wish you luck...

Vortex: Luck? What makes you think I need luck!?

Takeo: Because tonight, Takeo is going to break you once and for all. Takeo is going to destroy every last ounce of belief you had. Takeo is going to deliver a pain that you've never felt before. This won't be a small cut to the arm or a stab to the leg. This is going to be a pure, brutal pain. You're chances of winning back your title ended the second I became involved. And tonight, when I've finished destroying you, the last image you will see is Takeo holding his Freeweight Title aloft, and beginning his era of darkness.

Takeo smirks at Vortex who is shaking with rage. He slowly backs out of the door before turning to stare at Vortex as he pushes the door to.

Mike Bird: Ladies and Gentleman the following contest is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH...It is scheduled for ONE FALL and is for the 6WF FREEWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

Introducing the first challenger...he hails from Sellafield and weighs in at 310lbs...accompanied to the ring by The Consultant...VORTEXXXXX!

The crowd descend into loud boos as plume of green smoke fills the top of the ramp, Vortex walks out looking focused with The Consultant following out behind him. Vortex strides down the ramp to the ring, stepping through the middle rope and into the ring. He stands waiting as Consultant paces the outer perimeter.

RJ: Vortex lost the freeweight title last month at War to Mr Kenty, and it looks to me as if he wants that title belt back sooner rather than later.

MW: This match certainly plays into the hands of himself and more importantly The Consultant, who can get involved without sanction if needed as it is a triple threat match.

Mike Bird: Introducing the 2nd challenger...he weighs 317lbs and hails from Norwich, Norfolk...he is LUKASSSSS TAKEOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The loud boos inside Wembley Stadium continue to ring out as “From yesterday” blares out through the speakers and the monstrous figure of Lukas Takeo walks slowly out onto the ramp. He stands with a towel draped over his head, staring down to the ring. Takeo walks slowly down the ramp, looking at Vortex as he does so. Takeo throws off the towel, death staring The Consultant before clambering over the top rope.

MW: I don’t think Vortex ever expected to meet someone bigger than him, but then along came Lukas Takeo.

RJ: He made a devastating debut at Hardcore Hell and hasn’t looked back after that, the kid is an absolute monster.

Mike Bird sits down which can mean only one thing as “Turn up the trouble” as Mr Kenty strolls out onto the ramp with the Freeweight Title wrapped over his shoulder. The crowd pop loudly as Kenty then walks slowly to the ring, tagging the fans hands. Kenty steps onto the ring apron, the lights dim and a mic descends...

Kenty: Tonight I weigh in at 230lbs...I hail from Buckinghamshire, England and I am the reigning 6WF FREEWEIGHT CHAMPION...MR KENTY......................................................................KENTY!

Kenty leaps off the top rope and the lights come back on and once more the crowd pop.

RJ: Formerly of 6CW, Mr Kenty has made a hell of an impact since arriving in this company and walks into Born In Fire with a title belt around his waist.

MW: Despite being the champ, I still feel that he is the outsider in this match. Just look at the size of those two.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

The bell rings to start the match off, Kenty quickly tries to take the offence to Takeo but he swats him with a clubbing blow to the side of the head. Kenty rolls up and runs at Takeo, he hits a punch but Takeo barely steps back. Kenty runs back in and Takeo nails a big boot to the head. Kenty collapses to the mat and quickly rolls away.

Takeo turns towards Vortex and the two men stare each other down. Takeo fires in a couple of punches, Vortex comes back with a couple of punches of his own. Vortex quickly hits a boot into the stomach, he then lifts him into the air and nails a side slam. Vortex clambers on top of Takeo and starts pummeling away on the head with ground and pound punches.

RJ: This one is a real clash of the titans isn’t it Michael?

MW: Sure is, two absolute monsters exchanging blows early on in this encounter. You have to wonder how Kenty will even get a look in against these two.

Takeo manages to shove Vortex away, The former freeweight champion rises up to his feet and runs in at Takeo who takes him down with a huge clothesline. Takeo starts stomping down on Vortex who rolls back into the corner. Takeo runs in hitting a boot to the head, he then steps back and goes for a big splash but Vortex moves out of the way.

Vortex turns around and then runs in nailing a big splash of his own on Takeo who stumbles forward straight into a suplex from Vortex who makes the first cover of the match.

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

Vortex brings Takeo up to his feet, he tries to whip him across the ring but Takeo counters sending Vortex shooting into the ropes. He rebounds into the centre of the ring and Takeo knocks him down with a big clothesline. Vortex stumbles up and Takeo runs in flooring Vortex with a huge spear.

He pummels away on the head repeatedly with big punches until the referee steps in. The Consultant steps onto the apron only for Takeo to run in and send him flying with a big clothesline. Takeo turns around and Vortex attempts to put Takeo into a bearhug hold but the monster quickly fights out.

Takeo grabs Vortex and places him into a sleeper hold and quickly the former freeweight champion is down to his knees. Takeo releases the sleeper hold and hits a running splash.

RJ: Neither man able to gain a clear advantage here.

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

Lukas Takeo waits for Vortex to rise, he puts him onto his shoulders for a snake eyes but Vortex drops down the back. He quickly hits a huge atomic drop on Takeo who falls forward into the corner. Vortex runs in hitting a big splash to the back followed by a series of running boots. Finally, he manages to throw Takeo down to the outside.

MW: Amazing power there from Vortex...

RJ: KENTY!

Kenty comes flying off the top rope with a missile dropkick to Vortex as he spins around. Kenty quickly hooks the leg.

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

RJ: The timing of a true champion there Michael.

Kenty realises that he cannot relent on the offence and immediately starts to drop knees into the face of Vortex. Vortex fights up to his feet but Kenty won’t back down, firing in punch after punch after punch until Vortex is desperately shielding himself. Kenty drags forward away from the ropes before nailing him with a forward Russian Legsweep. Kenty hooks the leg.

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

Vortex forces the shoulder up off the canvas, Mr Kenty lifts him up and boots him in the stomach. He tries to put Vortex onto his shoulders but collapses under the weight of the man he beat for the Freeweight Title last month.

MW: You aren’t that strong Kenty!

RJ: He really needs to focus on his speed game if he wants to win this one.

Kenty is hauled up to his feet by Vortex who hits a couple of headbutss on the freeweight champion before putting him onto his shoulders and connecting with a Samoan Drop. Vortex makes the cover.

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

MW: That is the power of Vortex, closest pinfall with his first real bit of offence in the match!

Vortex drags up Kenty, he whips him against the ropes. Vortex ducks his head and Kenty counters with a knee lift to the head before quickly bouncing off the ropes connecting with a swinging neckbreaker. Kenty goes to the top rope, diving off connecting with a big leg drop down across the throat.

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

Vortex forces the shoulder up off the canvas, Kenty lifts up Vortex and starts flying away at him with chop after chop into the chest. Vortex falls into the ropes, Kenty hits a big boot but only succeeds in sending Vortex down to the apron. Kenty lifts him up, hitting a knee to the head...

MW: Spike DDT!

RJ: Very impressive stuff here from Kenty!

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

Mr Kenty stands over Vortex, he allows him to rise which proves to be a mistake as Vortex clutches him around the waist and nails a Northern Lights suplex. Vortex lifts up Kenty, who stumbles up straight into a scoop slam. He drags Kenty to the corner and then goes to the 2nd rope.

MW:Vortex going for the Banzai drop!

RJ: Thank god Kenty moved out of the way. That would have squashed him!

Kenty quickly follows in with a facewash in the corner. He drags Vortex forward and makes the cover.

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

Kenty drags up Vortex, he sets up for the mic check but Vortex uses his pure power to counter with a T-Bone suplex.

MW: Vortex showing that power just effective as speed in countering a finishing move.

Vortex picks up Kenty only for Takeo to step into the ring and hit a vicious double axe-handle into the back of the head of Vortex who falls forward. Takeo puts Vortex onto his shoulders, dropping him gut first across the top rope.

Vortex falls off the top rope straight into a running knee from Takeo who then lifts Vortex into the air. The Consultant is up on the outside and Takeo crucifix powerbombs Vortex down onto his manager.

Takeo then turns menacingly towards the Freeweight Champion. He lifts up Kenty and performs a similar double axe handle offence on him. Kenty staggers into the ropes, Takeo whips him across the ring and meets Kenty with a huge back body drop, sending Kenty high into the air. Kenty stumbles up straight into a big boot. Cover.

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

MW: You have to say the situation doesn’t look too promising for Kenty!

Takeo stands waiting for Kenty to rise, he then boots him in the stomach before lifting Kenty high into the air...

RJ: What devastating impact from that powerbomb!

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

Kenty again gets the shoulder up, Takeo lifts Kenty up to his feet only to throw him across the ring with a belly to belly suplex. Kenty staggers up and somewhat unwisely runs at Takeo who easily counters by hauling Kenty up and hitting a world’s strongest slam. Cover.

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

MW: Kenty is showing some real fight, and that has to be admired but I don’t see that it can last!

Kenty again kicks out, Takeo waits for him to rise before putting him on his shoulders and connecting with a snake eyes in the corner. Takeo runs in and hits a crushing big splash, Kenty staggers forward and Takeo clenches him around the throat...

RJ: Chokeslam...VORTEX BACK NOW!

Vortex rolls into the ring and attacks Takeo with a boot to the back. Vortex immediately starts stomping away on his big rival, driving Takeo into the ropes where Vortex continues with a vicious stomping attack.

The ex-freeweight champion lifts up Takeo and drops him throat-first across the top rope, he follows this up with a DDT. Cover.

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

Takeo gets the shoulder up, Vortex lifts him up and whips him out across the ring going for a flapjack...

MW: OH MY GOD WHAT A MOVE!

RJ: KENTY! KENTY! KENTY!

MW: MIC CHECK IN MID AIR ON TAKEO!

Kenty quickly gets to his feet and bundles Vortex out through the middle rope. Kenty covers Takeo...

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

Ding, Ding, Ding!

MW: How on earth did he do that?

RJ: Mr Kenty wins! What a battling display from the Freeweight Champion!

Mike Bird: Ladies and Gentleman the winner of this match by way of PINFALL and STILLLL 6WF FREEWEIGHT CHAMPION...MR KENTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

The crowd erupt as Kenty is handed the title belt and he holds it up, saluting the 80000 fans packed into Wembley Stadium.

MW: Champion’s spirit there from Kenty.

RJ: I’d get out now if I was him. Don’t give those monsters any more chance to beat down on him.

Kenty quickly steps out of the ring and leaves up the ramp. Takeo stirs in the middle of the ring, he is staring down at the prone Vortex with anger in his eyes. Takeo steps down out of the ring...

MW: This isn’t good for Vortex...

The Consultant runs in and leaps on the back of Takeo who easily flings him away. Vortex is then lifted to his feet by Takeo who throws Vortex into the steel steps firmly. He picks him up and smashes his head continually into the steel ring post as blood streams from the forehead.

RJ: Takeo really not happy about this result.

Takeo then boots Vortex into the gut and hits the Samoan Drop onto the ring steps. He goes to turn away...

MW: Thank god for that...oh no he’s back!

RJ: A 2nd samoan drop!

Takeo snarls as BIF goes to a commercial.

A video runs from earlier in the day....

Logan is shown walking towards the Consultancy office when he hears something down a connecting corridor. He walks down it a little before he hears movement from the other end.

LK: Hello?

There is no reply but the dim lights show a massive silhouette

LK: Whoever the fuck is trying to mess with me, remember who you are dealing with!

The Figure moves closer revealing its self to be Blue Dragon..

BD: Logan, we need to stop meeting like this....

Logan lunges at Blue Dragon who steps out of the way and holds his hands up..

BD: I'm not here for that Logan.. Not at all.

LK: What the hell do you want then?...

BD: We need to talk.... You know I'm not one to play games, follow me

Logan looks cautiously at BD as he turns around and starts to stroll up the corridor...

BD: Come on Bro, Trust me..

LK: Trust you!? Hahahahahaha.... I'll come, but if you try anything I swear I'll end you before we even get to the ring...

They walk down until the reach a door with no name plate and no number on it, Blue Dragon opens the door and steps inside followed by Kincade. BD sits down on a bench at opposite end of the room as Logan stays stood glaring at his younger brother, the hatred etched onto his face.

BD: I brought you to this place, a very special place to me Logan... This place, my old Locker room, Where I sat and I brooded, I told myself that the world was against me and that I was the most hardcore monster that the world has and would ever see... that was all lies, lies I told myself to make myself feel better about the twisted thoughts I had. Logan the biggest of those lies was that I was happy being that sadistic monster, that lost control and relished the feeling of not knowing what I was capable of.... Logan does that remind you of anything? A man who blames everyone else for the wrongs in his life and always sees the only way out as through someone else, rather than inside of himself.....

Logan is smirking and Blue Dragon looks at him side faced.

BD: What's so funny Lost Boy?

LK: Nothing you say, no lie from your mouth can convince me otherwise darling little brother of mine............don't you dare fucking lecture to me shithead, you have no right to lecture anyone you joke... And don't compare yourself to me you piece of shit, I am nothing like you. I would never have dreamed of doing what you did to my own family.... well that is, if I had known I HAD a family..... You see what I am saying Bro?..

I know why you would set up this kind of crap, it's obvious, you have sunk so low that this is your only option... well how sad, You have nothing I want to hear, If I was you... I would prepare myself for the end, because one of us walks out of this ring tonight.... one true Dragon....THE.....True Dragon. And you are looking at him

Logan smirks at BD and is about to leave….

The video fades to black....

Abe Abercorn is shown exiting his locker room before his match as Danny McGraw approaches him....

AA: I thought I might see you skulking round here.... I'll assume this isn't JJ related?

DM: No, sadly not, though I've had word that the child is still yet to be born, and JJ is still not taking any calls...

AA: You must be first in line to be Godfather with sentiment like that...

DM: Godfather? Hell, I'll announce him, her, 'it' as the second coming of Christ if it gets her into the world and JJ Johnsons ass in that ring on time. But I didn't come here to talk about that Abe. I came to discuss what you know and ask you one last time to consider what you're about to put yourself through, all over some devout sense of pride...

AA: Pride? You think this is about pride? Danny, you seem to think I'm doing this to spite you, when in actual fact, I'm just doing my job....

Abe smiles at McGraw....

AA: I could tell you what I know, and fact is, you'd still send me out there to face Marshall, praying I was on a hiding to nothing. Where's the fun in that, Danny? You're the businessman, tell me, would that sell?

DM: This isn't about business, Abe. This is about doing the right thing.

AA: The right thing? Were you doing the right thing when you watched as members of the roster were wrestling without medical clearance? Or when a female member if staff was sent from the stage? Or how about when a wrestler is defamed live on television, unable to back himself up....?

McGraw stands there in silence....

AA: Exactly. Please don't try and kid me into thinking you have any sense of decency, or that you care about anyone else but yourself. Tonight I'm going to go out there and do what I always did best and put on a show for the fans. Whatever happens, I'll stand by my word. But I will not fall for your tricks, your lies, and certainly not your desperate pleas for information.

Abe barges past McGraw and towards the entrance ramp. McGraw turns round, his face filled with anger as we head to commercial.

Mike Bird: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall………….in this match, if Marshall Murdoch is victorious then Abe Abercorn is under contractual obligation to reveal his plans to Co-General Manager, Danny McGraw!

*Crowd boo furiously

MW:I love how McGraw has even got Bird in on the act…

RJ:McGraw is a paranoid mess right now…

MW:Can you blame him?.....Abercorn is conspiring against him…

RJ:Rubbish….and even if he is, McGraw brought this all on himself………..working against the B.O.D, starting up Ascension and using Marshall Murdoch to try and remove Abe from the picture permanently…….this whole saga is McGraw’s doing…

MW:And Abe has had no role in this?

RJ:He has done his damn job, and a fine one at that….but at every corner McGraw has attempted to undermine him or take him out………..this needs to be resolved…

MW:Yes it does….and when Murdoch beats Abe senseless tonight, he will be forced to reveal the extent of his treachery….

The whole arena bursts into boos as “Papercut” blasts out of the soundsystem. A green strobelight begins to flash across the front of the stage and then two shadows appear in the entranceway.

RJ:Why the hell is he out here?

MW:He wants to see Abercorn beaten first hand RJ…

RJ:Yeah and the rest…

The boos grow louder as the lights come back on and Marshall Murdoch is kneeling on the stage before fist pumping in the air and standing tall. Danny McGraw is by Murdoch’s side as they make their way down to the ring…

RJ:He has no business being out here……we all know he has a personal interest in this match and he shouldn’t be allowed at ringside…

MW:He’s the boss…..who is going to stop him?

Murdoch climbs up onto the apron and he sits on the second rope as McGraw climbs into the ring, and then he follows his employer into the ring. They soak up the boos with smiles upon their faces and then McGraw begins to whisper instructions to Murdoch as he stretches.

RJ:Murdoch is a former UFC Champion, this is a dangerous man….

MW:Why do you think McGraw hired him as a “personal enforcer”?....

RJ: Since Murdoch returned in September, he has done nothing but attempted to lay waste to Abe Abercorn…attacking him on several occasions at the behest of Danny McGraw…..

MW:Yeah, there are quite clearly some issues….and they will sorted out here tonight…..believe me, there will be resolution….

Murdoch nods in understanding of McGraw’s instructions and then the whole arena pops as “Pushin On” screams out and Abe Abercorn strides out amid a crescendo of gold and green pyrotechnics.

RJ:Here comes the Co-General Manager and former world champion….what an ovation for Abe Abercorn…

MW:Yeah this crowd is happy to see him….but Murdoch and McGraw are not, and Marshall is the guy that is going to be kicking Abe’s a55 in just a few minutes…

RJ:That remains to be seen….in recent weeks we have saw that Abercorn has barely missed a beat in his two years away from the ring….he is still in fine condition, pretty much peak condition if we are being honest…

MW:He looks pretty good….but he isn’t anywhere near the condition of Marshall Murdoch, I mean look at this guy….he is just entering his prime….he is a future world champion……..what chance does Abercorn really think he has here?

RJ:He thinks he stands a pretty good one….Abercorn is one of the greatest technical wrestlers we have ever seen here in 6WF….amazingly versed in submission…..he is a match for anyone, as the historybooks tell us….

MW:History being the operative word, RJ,….this is the present and Murdoch is also a fine technical wrestler, and a great submission artist….everything that Abercorn is good at, Murdoch is equal to if not better than…

RJ:That’s why we are having this match…..to find out once and for all who the better man really is…

Abe reaches out and tags hands with the fans as he marches down the rampway. He climbs up the steel steps and dusts off his feet before stepping into the ring. He glares into the eyes of Danny McGraw and then at Marshall Murdoch…

RJ:This all down to a very bitter power struggle….McGraw doesn’t want Abercorn around, but Abe is not willing to budge on his ideology………tonight they will to settle their argument once and for all…

MW:Well like I said, when Murdoch wins…Abe will be forced to tell McGraw what he is up to and what he has planned….he is trying to usurp Danny from his role as Co-GM…

RJ:I think you are way off the mark…but I agree that Abe does have plans….if he loses then he has to tell McGraw….but if he wins, then I guess the plans remain a secret until Abe is ready to reveal…

MW:He won’t win…

McGraw has a final few words for Murdoch before the referee asks him to leave the ring. The official then checks Abe and Marshall for concealed weapons before stepping back and declaring himself satisfied. The bell sounds to start the match and both men go nose to nose…

RJ:Intense staredown….not a lot of love lost between these two athletes…

MW:They really don’t like each other….see what I mean…

Murdoch trash talks Abe a little but Abercorn does not respond, just stares back at his opponent. This seems to rile Marshall a little and he headbutts Abercorn across the bridge of the nose…

RJ:Not a conventional way to start a wrestling match…

MW:Marshall is not looking to “wrestle”, he wants this to turn into a streetfight….remember it was only a matter of weeks ago that he broke the nose of Lex Hart…

RJ:Another headbutt like that and he may inflict the same injury upon Abercorn…

Abe stumbles away, holding his face, and Marshall follows him, landing with hard right hooks to the side of Abe’s head. He rocks Abe up against the ropes and then whips him across the ring, flooring him with a big clothesline on the comeback….

MW:Marshall taking trol early here…

Marshall pulls Abe up to his feet and lifts him into a vertical suplex position, only for Abercorn to float over the back into a schoolboy rollup……………………1………………………………………2……………………shoulder up!

RJ:Abe almost catching Marshall out there….

Murdoch scrambles back to his feet and he lands a brutal kick to Abe’s stomach before snapmaring him to the canvass and synches in a reverse chinlock…

MW:There is going to be a lot of mat wrestling in this contest…….one for the purists…

RJ:The words “pure” and “Marshall Murdoch” do not belong together….

Marshall squeezes across the chin of Abercorn and tries to keep him grounded. Abe kicks his feet and tries to pull himself free but Marshall is resting all of his body weight ontop of his opponent…

MW:Marshall was involved in so many wars inside the UFC octagon, he is not adverse to being involved in a brawl on the canvass…

Abe manages to twist his body around, so that he is face to face with Marshall, and begins to stand up. Murdoch tries to push Abe back down but Abercorn’s resolve is strong and he gets back up to a vertical base, only for Marshall to knee him in the stomach…

RJ:Marshall having a lot of success early on…

Abe doubles over and Marshall quickly gutwrenches him up into a gutbuster across his knees. Abe rolls in agony across the floor as McGraw applauds from the outside…

MW:Danny McGraw hand-picked Marshall Murdoch, out of everyone in the world….he chose this man right here, I believe that tells you everything you need to know about the talents of this guy….

Murdoch runs across and lashes a vicious kick into the spine of Abe before dropping into the cover……………….1……………………………..2………………..shoulder up. Marshall gets back up and he stomps down on Abe before dropping into full guard to land heavy punches to the face…

RJ:This is not a UFC-styled fight….those are closed fists….

Murdoch looks to land with brutal punches, only for Abe to stretch his legs out and lock them around the waist of Marshall before reversing the positions.

RJ:Abe on top now…

Abe begins to drive his forearm down into the face of Marshall before breaking on the referee’s say so. Abercorn gets back to his feet and he ushers Marshall to get up, before lashing fierce knife edge chops to the chest…

MW:Look at Marshall’s chest…

There is blood red welts across the chest of Marshall as Abe continues to rattle in hard shots. Murdoch stumbles back against the ropes and Abe drives a heavy knee to his chin before whipping Marshall across the ring…

RJ:Abe showing that he can get a little rough if needs be…

Marshall comes back off the ropes and Abe leaps up and takes him down with a Thesz press, hammering away with solid right hands standing up once more. Abe gets back to his feet and shoots a glance at Danny McGraw before dragging Murdoch back up and nails him with a big suplex…

MW:Abe into a lateral press…

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RJ:Abe knows he will need much more than that in the long run…

Abe drags Marshall back to his feet again and pulls him into position for a piledriver, only for Murdoch to run him backwards and slam him against the turnbuckle. Marshall fires in with fierce forearm smashes and then goes downstairs with heavy shoulder thrusts…

MW:Marshall just wants to inflict pain…

RJ:Sunset flip…

Marshall lands three shoulder thrusts, but on the fourth attempt Abe manages to lift himself up and drop over the top…………………………….1…………………………………2……………………….kickout. They both get back to their feet and it is Marshall who drives Abe back into the corner again, delivering four consecutive shoulder thrusts this time….

MW:Murdoch is strong, fast and technically gifted……I am going out on a limb and saying right here, right now…he will win tonight, and he will be world champion within the next twelve months…

RJ:That is a hell of a prediction…

Marshall backs away and admires his handywork for a moment or two before grabbing Abe by the arm and sending him crashing to the opposite corner. He quickly follows across and lands with a solid bodysplash before dragging Abe out again and flooring him with a strong clothesline…

MW:This company was fine before Abe Abercorn starting sticking his nose in….

RJ:We were going to the dogs…McGraw was turning this place into a zoo…

Marshall rakes his boot across the face of Abe and then jumps up and lands a solid kneedrop to the forehead…………Murdoch gets back up and he beckons for Abe to stand…

MW:Finish him Marshall…LIGHTS OUT!

Abe gets back to his feet and Marshall runs at him, looking for the codebreaker. Abe manages to step back, though, and causes Marshall to land hard on his back before twisting him into a single legged boston crab….

RJ:Big mistake from Murdoch…he got his timing all wrong and now is in danger…

MW:Fight out Marshall..

The crowd cheer as Murdoch yells out in pain and tries to scramble for the ropes. Abe is leant right back on the leg and extending the pressure….

RJ:This is Abercorn’s specialty….submission wrestling….the pure art as he calls it..

Marshall refuses to accept defeat and he crawls towards the ropes, but still finds them too far away. Abe is really extending the leg back, so that the hell is almost touching the back of Murdoch’s head…

MW:Just reach out Marshall…

Murdoch seems to be wilting under the pain of the submission but suddenly his right hand finds the bottom rope and the referee is forced to intervene…

MW:Get him off referee…

RJ:Murdoch escaping Abe’s clutches that time…but damage may be done to the right leg….

Abe quickly releases the submission hold and he waits for Marshall to stumble up before lifting him into a kneebreaker. Abe then holds Marshall’s leg in place and begins to drop elbows into the inside thigh…

RJ:Abe has seen a target now and he is exposing it….

MW:You need to do something Danny…

McGraw is watching anxiously from the outside as Abe stands up and he wishbones Marshall’s leg before jumping up and driving both knees down into the appendage once more…

RJ:As tough as Marshall Murdoch is, with just one leg he will not be much of a threat….

Abe drags Marshall towards the ropes, and then uses the middle rope to jump up and drive all his bodyweight down onto the right leg. Marshall shouts out in pain as Abe then seizes his leg and twists around into a rolling kneebar….

RJ:Call it a night….

MW:I can’t watch…

The crowd cheer as Abe cranks up the pressure into the kneebar and has Murdoch screaming in pain. The referee is asking Marshall if he wants to quit, but he point blank refuses and tries to make a scramble for the ropes….

RJ:Murdoch isn’t going anywhere in a hurry…he’s trapped, nowhere to go…..

MW:Just focus Marshall and you will be ok………….you can fight this…

RJ:But for how long?

Murdoch clutches the side of his head and tries to fight through the pain barrier as he shuffles across the canvass towards the bottom rope. Abe is turning Marshall’s ankle at the same time that he has the kneebar locked in….

RJ:The longer this hold is applied, the bigger the chance that Murdoch leaves here with some broken bones…

MW:He has too much pride to tap…

RJ:You sure…

Marshall has beads of sweat dripping down his face and his hand quivers on the verge of tapping out, when Danny McGraw manages to push the bottom rope forwards for Murdoch to seize ahold of…

*Crowd boo

RJ:That is pure bull(beep)…..you can’t do that…

MW:What did he do?

RJ:Like you didn’t see it….

MW:What?

RJ:McGraw moved the damn ropes…..he saved Murdoch’s a55…

MW:I must of missed it…

The crowd are in a fury as McGraw backs away with a smug grin on his face and the referee is forced to break the submission. Abe gets back to his feet and he eyes McGraw with suspicion before pulling Marshall away from the ropes, back towards the centre…

RJ:Looks like Abe might just have to start again….maybe a little figure four….

MW:ROLLUP!

Abe twists around to apply the leglock when Marshall grabs his trunks and pulls him to the floor……………………1…………………………..2……………………..shoulder up!

RJ:That would have been a shocker…

They get back to their feet, but Abe is quicker and stomps down on the injured leg of Marshall before drilling him with a snap DDT…………………………………1………………………………..2……………………kickout from Murdoch!

MW:Marshall needs to shake that leg loose…..get rid of any ill-feeling otherwise he could be in serious trouble…

RJ:I think we have already crossed that border….

Abe drags Murdoch up by the head and thrusts him against the middle rope, leaving him resting there. Abe then runs to the opposite side and returns with a diving splash (ala Big Bossman) that drops Murdoch onto his back. Abe then backs into the corner and lifts himself onto the second rope…

RJ:Million dollar fistdrop!

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MW:If Marshall can take Abe down with high-impact then maybe he can swing the momentum back in his favour…

RJ:Not going to happen unless he gains a second wind…

Marshall staggers back up to his feet and Abe lashes at him with more knife edge chops before whipping him across the ring. Abercorn prepares for Marshall to come back but Murdoch clings to the ropes for safety….

MW:That’s it Marshall, take a breather….YES!

Abe runs at Murdoch but is backdropped over the top rope to the floor below, drawing boos from the crowd. Danny McGraw trash talks Abercorn….

RJ:Yeah McGraw is real sharp with his mouth now….

Abe’s head suddenly snaps up and he stares at McGraw with serious dislike. The Co-GM begins to back away as Abercorn gets back to his feet and heads towards him…

MW:You cannot lay a hand on him Abercorn….

RJ:Dammit…

Marshall Murdoch runs across and baseball slides under the bottom rope, kicking Abe into the security railing. Marshall hobbles out to the outside and he furiously stomps on Abe’s midsection before dragging him up and dropping him rib-first across the railing….

MW:This is the sort of environment that Marshall loves…

Abe doubles up in pain and Murdoch grabs him by the right arm before whipping him forwards…..BOOM!...Abe clatters chest-first into the steel steps, sending them flying across the floor…..

RJ:What impact…..that could have separated Abercorn’s shoulder…

MW:And that is the game-changer that Murdoch needs….

The referee’s count has reached four as Marshall drags Abe up and then runs his right arm into the ringpost, dropping him in agony once again. Murdoch follows McGraw’s instructions and climbs back into the ring….

MW:Remember Marshall can win this match by countout and Abe will still have to reveal all…

RJ:He certainly will……..and Danny McGraw recognises that….

The count is up to seven as Marshall lounges against the ropes and waits to see if Abe can answer before the ten……………..eight…………………..Abe rolls back into the ring on the count of nine and Marshall is immediately upon him, driving heavy boots into the right shoulder…

MW:Now it’s Abe’s turn to have a target on himself…

RJ:Marshall going straight for that shoulder…

Marshall extends Abe’s arm out and jumps up, driving a knee right into the elbow joint before bending it back at the wrist…..

RJ:Marshall would love to break Abe’s arm clean here tonight…

MW:Just like Abe did to TGA a couple of years back…..

RJ:That is the danger involved with submission wrestling…..

Marshall punches at the arm furiously before standing up and stomping down on it once again. Abercorn rolls around in agony before Marshall gutwrenches him up into the air and then slings him into a modified throw/suplex….

MW:Amazing strength by Marshall…

Abe slams into the turnbuckle and attempts to stand, only for Murdoch to run across and drive his knee into the shoulder. He then pulls Abe up and pushes him into the corner, so Abe is facing out towards the crowd, and begins to bury fierce punches into the kidney area…

RJ:This is just a physical beating right now….

MW:I didn’t expect anything but physical in this match…

Marshall drags Abe from the corner and scoops him up onto his shoulders before planting him with a pumphandle slam…
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RJ:Abe still fight this…..aslong as he has energy, he will fight….

Murdoch kneels over his opponent and lands heavy punches to the head before getting back to his feet and backing into the corner. He lifts himself up onto the second rope and awaits Abercorn’s rise….

MW:Sizing it up…..DOUBLE AXE!

Murdoch comes off and he floors Abe with the solid double axe handle to the top of the head. He then beckons Abe back up and floors him with a running clothesline before ushering him to his feet once again and laying him flat with a vicious roundhouse kick to the temple…

RJ:That could do it…

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MW:Cmon referee….count faster…

RJ:Legitimate count from the official, only called a two….

McGraw and Murdoch complain to the referee as the latter gets back to his feet. He twists his neck and seems to stalk Abercorn as he waits for him to get back onto his feet….

MW:Marshall beginning to enjoy himself now…

Marshall scoops Abe up onto his shoulders but Abe drops off the back and locks his hands around the waist of his rival…

RJ:German…

Marshall lands with a heavy side elbow to the face and breaks free of Abercorn’s grasp before whipping him into the corner. He follows up with a bodysplash but Abe dives out of the way and runs the opposite ropes…

RJ:Abercorn building up a head of steam….

MW:FORGET ABOUT IT!

The crowd are stunned as Abe comes back, looking for his patented lariat, only for Murdoch to tilt-a-whirl him into a beautiful shoulderbreaker and immediately drop down into an armbar in one fluid motion…..

RJ:They don’t teach you that in any school on this planet….world class improvisation from Marshall Murdoch…

MW:And now he is going to break Abercorn’s arm in two if he doesn’t give up…

Marshall has the arm trapped, tight, between his legs and is really pulling back on the wrist to extend the agony that is contorting through the shoulder. Abe is yelling out in pain but shaking his free hand when the referee asks him if he wants to submit…

RJ:Abe is no quitter…..he won’t want to go out like this…

MW:Take the loss and keep your dignity intact…..it is a damn sight better than leaving here with a broken arm….

Abe is still yelling in pain as Marshall tugs back as hard as he can and really twists the arm at a sickening angle. The referee is begging Abercorn to consider his options, but Abe is not willing to listen….

RJ:The muscles, cartilage and bones are tearing, ripping and breaking apart here….but Abe just will not give in….

MW:The referee might have to make a decision here…

McGraw has a look of sheer jubilation on his face as Marshall continues to twork away with devastating results. Abe’s body is convulsing in agony, his face beaming red with pain, but he will not tap his hand and give up the fight….

RJ:What a warrior…..got the ropes!

*Crowd pop

MW:No way….

Abe reaches out and he clasps the bottom rope, forcing the referee to break the submission. Marshall does not heed the instruction and continues to make Abe suffer…

RJ:Disqualify him ref…

1………………..2……………………3……………………4……………………Marshall releases the hold and kneels for a second, a broad grin on his face as he watches Abe’s suffering.

MW:The arm of Abe could be broke…..he is beyond help now….

RJ:These two men are beating each other senseless in this match…

Abe is resting in the corner, clutching his arm tight to his chest. Marshall slowly gets back to his feet and he runs in, landing with a brutal knee to the side of Abe’s head that slumps him to the ground. Murdoch then drags Abe away from the ropes and begins to ascend the turnbuckle himself…

RJ:I don’t understand this…….Marshall has Abe exactly where he wants him, and now he wants to go high risk….

MW:Sometimes you need to go above and beyond………ELBOW…

RJ:NOBODY HOME!

The crowd pop as Marshall throws himself from the top rope, hoping to the land the elbow drop, but finds nothing but canvass as Abe manages to roll out of the firing line. Both men are motionless on the canvass as the referee begins to count…

RJ:A double countout is not what Danny McGraw wants….he needs Murdoch to win…

MW:Murdoch will win…

The count gets to four as both men are slowly getting back up onto their feet. Abe is trying to shake some life back into his right arm as he kicks Marshall in the stomach and drags him into place…

RJ:DV…

Marshall swipes Abe’s legs, blocking the piledriver, and then slingshots Abercorn through the air and into the corner, where Abe collides with the turnbuckle. Abercorn staggers back out as Marshall gets back to his feet…

MW:T-Bone!

RJ:COUNTY ROADS!

The crowd are on their feet, going ecstatic, as Abe swivels out of the t-bone attempt and counters with his variation on the “angle” slam. Both men are down and out for a few seconds before Abe pushes his hand ontop of Marshall’s chest….

RJ:What a moment…

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RJ:Ring the…..WHAT THE HELL!

*Crowd boo furiously

MW:He just has a complaint to make….

The referee’s hand is coming down for three when Danny McGraw scrambles up onto the apron for the timely distraction. The crowd are hurling abuse at the Co-GM as the referee comes over to see what the problem is…

RJ:McGraw just cost Abe this match…

MW:He did no such thing….he is just providing an update on the referee’s performance…

RJ:In the middle of a damn match?

MW:On the job evaluation…

McGraw and the referee are involved in a heated discussion as Abe slowly crawls back up to his feet. He points at McGraw and asks what he is doing…

RJ:Abercorn just wants a fair fight………..and right now he isn’t getting one….

Abe tells the referee to get McGraw down off the apron and slowly DM nods his head and drops down. Abercorn shakes his head in disappointment….

MW:Abe should just concentrate on the task at hand…

RJ:It’s proving a little difficult………

Murdoch is back up and he dropkicks Abe in the back, sending him staggering through the ropes and to the outside of the ring. The crowd reach out to pat Abe on the back as he uses the railing to get back to his feet, only for Marshall to dive from the apron and elbow Abe in the small of the back..

MW:Back into the territory that Marshall loves….

Marshall drags Abe up and runs him forwards, flinging him head first against the corner of the security railing. The crowd boo as MM mockingly flexes his biceps and then drags Abe up by his injured arm…

RJ:This is just out and out torment right now….

Marshall backs up slightly and then climbs up onto the spanish announce table, still holding Abe’s arm. He smiles and then jumps off the other side, driving Abe’s arm into the table with real force….

MW:If it wasn’t broken before…it might very well be now…

Abe writhes across the floor in pain as Marshall high fives McGraw and then climbs back into the ring. The referee’s count reaches seven as Abe hauls himself back up onto the apron and Murdoch grabs him…

RJ:Suplex….

MW:Ahhh…

Murdoch looks to suplex Abe back in but Abercorn drops down and guillotines Marshall across the top rope, causing him to stagger back and fall to the canvass. Abe looks around at the sold-out crowd and then heads for the ropes….

RJ:Not often we see Abe take a high-flying risk…

MW:Only at Born in Fire baby……….thinking Ulster…

The crowd begin to boo furiously as once again McGraw is up on the apron for the distraction. He is point and gesticulating towards Abe, who is asking him to get down from the apron and let the match see out a proper ending….

RJ:That snake just cannot help himself…..he shouldn’t even be out here….

MW:T-BONE!

*Crowd: That was awe-some! X5

The distraction from McGraw allows Murdoch to get back to his feet, run to the corner and up the ropes before t-bone suplexing Abercorn from the top rope to the mat below. Both men are motionless on the canvass….

MW:What a move…

RJ:Thanks to Danny McGraw…..

Both men are clearly hurt from the impact, but Murdoch is slightly fresher. He begins to get back up onto his feet and he laughs to himself as he watches Abercorn slowly, gingerly, join him…

MW:I think we may have seen enough….LIGHTS OUT!

The crowd boo furiously and McGraw applauds from the outside as Marshall delivers the codebreaker in the centre of the ring and drops into the cover…..
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RJ:HE KICKED OUT….MY GOD YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME….

MW:Referee….count faster…

The whole crowd are united in cheers as Abe somehow pushes his hand up off the mat and breaks the pin before three. Marshall immediately turns to the referee and begins to remonstrate with him…

RJ:Marshall cannot believe it….but I saw it with my own eyes….Abercorn kicked out…

MW:He can’t….

Marshall shakes his head and punches the canvass with fury before getting to his feet and grabbing the referee by the front of the shirt. The official pushes Murdoch away and warns him…

RJ:Murdoch going to get himself disqualified if he doesn’t curb that temper….

Marshall looks to Danny McGraw, who can merely shrug and implore Marshall to finish the job. Murdoch flexes his neck and looks angry as he beckons Abe to get back up…

MW:Now Marshall is in the zone….he knows how close he is….so close to finishing the job…

RJ:Abe has fought valiantly….but his last hurrah may be in sight…

MW:MARSHALL LAW!

Marshall comes looking for the “trouble in paradise” kick but Abe is able to somehow duck and kicks Marshall in the stomach…

RJ:DVD…

Murdoch counters by lifting Abe up onto his shoulders and nails a “texan” slam (alabama slam) before trash talking his rival. He raises his arms in the air and smiles before dragging Abe back up…

MW:This is it….and for good measure he is going to use Abe’s own move………..DVD!

RJ:The disrespect….

Abe counters with a backdrop out of nowhere and then he beckons Marshall back up and thunders into him with a codebreaker…

RJ:LIGHTS OUT!

MW:Who is disrespectful now?

The crowd pop as Abe staggers back to his feet and he heads to the corner once again. He is slow to rise but eventually finds his way to the top. He gazes down upon his opponent and then dives…

RJ:Shades of 2008….ULSTER FLY!

The cheers are raucous as Abe plants his elbow right into the heart of Marshall Murdoch. The Co-GM gets back to his feet and he smiles as his loyal fanbase wave their hankies in the air….

MW:I don’t believe it…

RJ:You never write this man off…..never rule him out….he will fight you to the last….DVD!

Marshall swipes Abe’s legs and bridges over the top……………………..1……………………………..2……………..Abe pops his shoulder!

MW:Your little fantasy world almost ended there RJ…

Abe and Marshall stumble back up to their feet and Murdoch tries to lift Abe into a sidewalk slam but Abe spins out and locks his hands…

RJ:GERMAN!

The crowd roar in approval as Abe delivers not one…………….not two……………….not three…….not four………..but five incredible german suplexes in a sequence. He stands up and lets out a roar of battle before pointing to Danny McGraw and drawing his finger across his throat….

MW:Oh no…

RJ:Abe letting Danny McGraw know….this ends….and it ends now…….CROSSFACE CHICKENWING!

Murdoch staggers up, dazed and confused, and Abe synches in the submission before dragging his opponent to the ground and locking it in to the maximum. Marshall screams in pain but any attempts at escape are futile, he has nowhere to go…

RJ:Marshall fought like a solider, granted…..but Abe has him trapped now…

MW:No…no….this can’t be happening…

RJ:Marshall’s tapping………he’s tapping out….

Murdoch’s face quickly turns from red to purple and he furiously taps his hand against Abe’s wrist, giving up the fight. Abercorn immediately releases the hold…

RJ:Abe wins…..

MW:This isn’t over…

The cheers from the crowd are turned suddenly to boos as they realise that Danny McGraw is once again distracting the referee and that the official had no idea that Murdoch tapped out. Abe has a look of thunder on his face….

RJ:I think McGraw has pushed this too far now…

MW:Oh please….what’s Honest Abe going to do….

RJ:HOW ABOUT THAT!

The crowd pop as Abe suddenly grabs McGraw by the front of his shirt and vaults him over the top rope into the ring. McGraw gets to his feet and pleads innocence but Abercorn isn’t listening as he begins to lash fierce knife edge chops into the chest of McGraw…

MW:This is bad….he can’t do this…

RJ:Your damn right he can….McGraw got involved once too often…

McGraw backs onto the ropes and tries to cover up, but Abe is relentless and continues to chop away. He then grabs McGraw and whips him across the ring…..

RJ:LARIAT!

The crowd pop as Abe wipes out McGraw with the lariat, sending DM sprawling from the ring in agony. Abe amps the crowd up a little more and then spins on his heel as Murdoch staggers up…

RJ:Abe’s taking care of one problem…….now time to end this….BORDER TOWN TAKEDOWN!

Abe bursts forwards and dives into his patented spear, only for Murdoch to roll out of the way and send Abe crashing through the ropes into the ringpost….

MW:Straight back to that injured shoulder….MARSHALL LAW!

RJ:I don’t believe this…

MW:Believe it RJ….Christmas has come early…

The crowd boo thunderously as Abe staggers away from the ringpost and straight into the corkscrew roundhouse kick to the jaw from Murdoch, who immediately drops on top………….1…
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MW:No fairytales tonight…

RJ:This is horse(beep)………..Abe had this damn match won on so many occasions….Murdoch’s a55 tapped out and McGraw stopped the referee from seeing it…

MW:Referee can’t give what he didn’t see…..but what he did see was Murdoch land the “Marshall Law” and he counted the all-important three………….Marshall is victorious here at Born in Fire…

“Papercut” is blasting out and the crowd are booing violently as Marshall Murdoch kneels over and smiles at the prone body of Abe Abercorn. He mouths a little trash talk before getting to his feet and fist pumps the air.

RJ:Murdoch knows he was in a damn fight tonight….and he knows he is lucky to be walking away here as the winner….Abercorn had his number…

MW:But he must have misdialed it because nobody picked up for him……..he didn’t win this match, Marshall did and history will remember the result…….not the little indiscretions…

Marshall rolls out of the ring and he helps Danny McGraw back to his feet. McGraw stares at Abe with anger before a smile crosses his face and he raises Murdoch’s arm into the air with a jubilant cheer.

RJ:Yeah I bet Danny McGraw is real happy now…he screwed over Abercorn………..

MW:Yes he did…..and now Abe is going to have to spill the beans, tell Danny everything……have you never heard that saying RJ, don’t cross the boss…

RJ:Ive heard it…

MW:Well now Abe Abercorn and everyone in this arena knows what it means……Danny McGraw never loses, he knows how to back a winner….and here tonight, that winner is Marshall Murdoch…

RJ:Ridiculous…

The crowd continue to boo as Marshall and McGraw back up the ramp with smiles upon their faces. Abe is slowly getting to his knees in the ring, and he stares up at his rivals with confusion and annoyance etched across his features.

The screen goes back and we return to earlier in the day with Logan walking away from Blue Dragon....

BD: WAIT!

Kincade turns round, fury in his eyes as he looks ready to dive at Blue Dragon and rip him apart...

BD: I have something of yours....

LK: What....

Blue Dragon pulls out a note from his pocket...

LK: How did you...

BD: How I got this doesn't matter Logan. You see the only thing that matters, is what this note says..

Blue Dragon starts to read aloud as Kincade's fists clench as his teeth begin to grind..

'The final conflict, to decide the truest Blue Dragon is tonight. and you are not alone in facing your brother. I am here with you. as I have been since the beginning of all of this. You have not seen me and you have not heard me, but I have been behind it all. from the moment you where arrested all those years ago i have been guiding you. meeting your brother was no coincidence. it was just the start of the test, to see if you deserved to be called the Blue Dragon, and over the years I have thrown obstacle after obstacle at you, from your mental instability, to your time teaming with your closest friend and enemy, I have shaped it all. You and your brother are locked in this together and there's no way out of it until one finishes the other once and for all... You are the chosen one, not him... he was simply a part of your legacy, perhaps the one thing that could push you to the limit and create the real Blue Dragon, the true heir to the mantle... you must destroy him to prove to me that you are worthy.

I will be there in person to see your evolution and to show you that you have my blessing.... D'

Logan looks on with a sick grin on his face

LK: I don't understand why your putting yourself through this Blue... This note. Who ever it's from is telling the truth.. I am the Rightful Blue Dragon and I will end you, Here, TONIIGHT!!

Dragon laughs to himself..

BD: If only it was that simple LowLow... You see, I know you've been getting these letters...

Blue Dragon pulls out a wad of letters from his pocket and hands them to Logan. Who glances at them..

LK: So you stole some letters from my bag, so what!

BD shakes his head and Logan looks at the letters again, with shock on his face, he starts to flick through them...

LK: That's impossible.. They're the same... but, but these are signed with an M...

Logan takes the last one and starts to read it aloud...

LK: The final conflict, to decide the truest Blue Dragon is tonight. and you are not alone in facing your brother. I am here with you. as I have been since the beginning of all of this. You have not seen me and you have not heard me, but I have been behind it all. from the moment you where arrested all those years ago i have been guiding you. meeting your brother was no coincidence....

Logan throws the paper away and looks into Blue Dragons Eyes...

LK: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!?!

BD: I have been doing a lot of digging and It turns out that we've been getting these letters on the same nights Logan.. Someone's playing us off against one another Logan, Someone's using you, again, making you think that you deserve my title....

Logan is a picture of rage as he stares a hole through Blue Dragon

LK: Your title? YOUR TITLE!? These letters are pointing to one thing Blue. That I AM the true Blue Dragon, and someone has been fucking messing with me MY ENTIRE LIFE! MY LIFE!.......... And you knew!?........ I will tear you limb from limb in that ring. I will show whatever mother fucker wrote these letters that there is no doubt.

Prepare yourself little brother.... This is your end!

Logan storms out of the locker room as BD Looks on Angry that his 'help' has been met by fury. He looks down at the paper in his hand..

BD: What's goin on here?... who are you and why are you doing this? It cant be you! Can it?...

The image fades.